#my poor bundle of fur

[yttmnm5]

“Everything I tried to do, feels nothing but a waste…

…I WISH IT NEVER HAPPENED…”

[r1elle]

desperate male lead syndrome is making a strong comeback in 2024 and i’m here for it!! so i wrote about this annoying loser (your honour i love him so much)

husband atsumu drabble because this is what the people want ^^ (i’m people)

“baby, don’t go looking at yer’ poor husband like that..” atsumu pouts, poking your cheeks at the sight of your evidently disdained face.

okay. you could go do that. you could also just forget the broken ceramic on the floor, still not cleaned up because atsumu would rather make amends with you first than cleaning up the potential risk that was right infront of you both.

honestly, you couldn’t tell whether you should be glad, or concerned.

“i’m not mad at you,’ you say, the expression on your face clearly betraying your words. “don’t worry about it, atsumu.”

you thought that maybe your words would ease the blonde man’s resolve, however it seemed to have only made it worse for him.

“atsumu?! no baby, no love, no ‘tsumu?!” he stresses, hands going up to his mouth.

you stare at his rather dramatic delivery,—and was that the life in his eyes flying away?? he looks like a modern rendition of casper the ghost.

“i’ll do the dishes for a week, no,—a month! i’ll buy ya’ those heels ya’ told me not to buy at the mall!!” atsumu frantically spouts, saying anything he could think of as he continues to cling onto your figure, his face mushing onto your neck and shoulder area.

you shut your eyes. just.. how could you stay annoyed? look at his pouty face, how his ears seemed to be more red than the rest of his skins current complexion. he practically made it impossible for you to even be the least bit mad, and you would’ve felt as guilty as a convict for even attempting to do so. that’s the kind of effect he had on you.

in response, you merely sigh. but there wasn’t any bark to it. “or, you could clean up the shattered pot on the floor.” you say, making sure to bring your tone to a more gentle and reassuring one.

atsumu turns to at you once again, his blonde locks tickling your skin as he moves.

“yer’ not mad anymore?” he beams. “i mean, we could always make another pot, right? how ‘bout it?” he says, hopeful eyes staring directly to your orbs.

in all realness, you genuinely weren’t mad at him, —(as much as he would sulk and say you definitely were), no. you were just sad at the fact that you and atsumu’s ceramic that you both had worked so hard to sculpt and paint on your first date was now shattered on the floor, all but beyond repair.

“i was never mad at you, promise.” you say. “just a bit disappointed. i liked that pot a lot, you know.” your hand reaches for atsumu’s cheek, pinching it slightly. physical touch always seemed to reassure him more than anything else.

atsumu mentally notes that he should make you breakfast in bed the following morning as he stares at your affirming expression. he plants various of pecks on your face after doing so.

“i’m sorry, princess.” atsumu coo’s, his hand pushing away the little hairs on your forehead as he plants a kiss on it.

“i’ll make it up to ya’, i promise.”

— • —

now, you know that you most definitely shouldn’t be all too surprised, considering that, well, —this was miya atsumu we were talking about,

but seriously….

you stare at the little bundle of fur politely sitting on your lap as you rub your eyes, just having come out of your nights sleep. you also happen to notice the smell of pancakes and hot chocolate coming from the bedside table.

“ ‘tsumu, where—?..no, when did you get this dog?”

“i have my ways.” he proudly grins. “but look, it’s yer’ favourite breed!”

“….yes, i know. but where did you—“

“we have a daughter now, hehe.”

“since when did i agre—“

“so adorable, definitely takes after her mommy and daddy. look at the bow on her head!”

“ ‘tsum-“

“i love you.”

“dont change the subject!”

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atsumu brainrot is real and clocking me out (kageyama i can explain)

update: TYSM for 1k+ notes omg ??!! thank u all for loving this loserboy with me i feel so heard 😢😢🙏🏽

[pomefioredove]

Omg hiii! I saw that your requests were open again! Please take your time and prioritize your rest, and as always your writing is such a delight to read! I always look forward to your posts! 💖💖💖

That being said, can you please write for a Yuu/reader that has a love for painting (but is shy about showcasing their skill) , and was absolutely taken by Vil's beauty even before they met him? Of course they didn't know that he was a famous actor at first. What if Vil one day finds their sketches and paintings of him after months of knowing him? (hmm preferably after the events of book 6..? 👀)

SO CUTE!!! kicking my legs back and forth at this anonnn

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ the picture of vil schoenheit

type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

How were you supposed to know?

It's not like Crowley had given you a guide on Night Raven College or its students (though, wouldn't that have been nice?)

I mean, you had to reminded of Trey's last name not two weeks ago. How were you supposed to know who Vil Schoenheit is?

You'd only seem him at a distance. Passed him by in the halls while he scolded some poor first year. He even looked beautiful when he was angry.

He was just made to be painted.

You didn't show your friends the art. You didn't need to give Ace another reason to tease you, and being a stalker would've really been the cherry on top of your weirdness sundae.

Besides, it was just drawing. Practice! Sketches from a distance, doodles done in the margins of your notes, watercolors and paintings from memory...

It felt familiar. This man, this stranger, someone you hadn't even spoken to, made you feel a little closer to home.

.

"Really, you should have some sort of organizational system,"

Vil leafs through pages of alchemy reports and history of magic homework. "Might I suggest a recycling bin?"

You smile. It's not often that your friend- Vil Schoenheit, that is- has a day off. But today is Saturday, and your room is in desperate need of his touch.

"This is... chaotic," he says, brushing a clump of Grim fur off his shoulder. "And you live like this?"

You shrug. "I try,"

"Well, try no more. We'll have this done before dinner,"

His commitment is touching. Millions of screeching fangirls would give anything just to spend five minutes with Vil, and here he is, tidying your room for you.

It's almost cute. He's humming to himself, hair tied back in a ponytail, in one of your shirts (his are too nice to get dirty), sweeping Grim fur out from under your bed.

"Rook and Epel couldn't make it?" you ask, pretending not to care that it's just the two of you.

"I told them not to bother,"

"Oh?"

Vil tsks. "They would get in the way. We're much more efficient on our own- we work well together, after all,"

That's something he'd said before. You'd always wondered what it meant.

"Right,"

You switch places, going to strip your bed of its sheets for washing while Vil tidies your desk.

Off go the pillow cases, the comforter, the blankets. You're wrestling with your mattress when you notice that he hasn't moved in a while.

He's looking through some of the papers from within the bowels of your desk, smiling to himself, a finger held to his perfect lips.

"What?"

"Hm?" he hums, but he doesn't look at you. "Oh, just... admiring your work. You have quite an eye for detail, have I ever told you that?"

He's being weird. You let go of your bundle of bedding and look at what he's holding, but it's just your sketchbook.

Oh. Oh, no. It's your sketchbook.

"OH! Um, wait-" you say, rushing to his side. "Don't- don't look!"

Vil smirks, and he holds the art over your head. "How unfair. The muse should always be the first to see, you know,"

Damn his height and perfect, slender arms!!! Your eyes widen. "It's not what it looks like! I didn't know you when I did those!"

"Yes, I saw the dates. You could make a career out of admiring me, you know~" he chuckles. "I'd pay for these. I'm sure Rook would like a few, as well."

You're practically melting with embarrassment. "Come on- give it back!"

Seeing your pathetic, embarrassed whining, Vil relents, handing you the sketchbook with an eye-roll.

"What are you ashamed of? They're fine pieces,"

"It's not that," you clutch the book to your chest. "It's just- uh- weird, isn't it?"

Vil scoffs. "I'm weird?"

"NO! I meant- I didn't even know you, and I drew you almost every day- that isn't... strange?"

He takes a moment to study you, your body language, the embarrassed look on your face. From head to toe. And then he smiles, warmly.

"I am in a dorm with Rook. There are very, very few things that I find strange now. You admire me- I'm flattered,"

He gingerly takes sketchbook out of your arms and opens it again. "Not to mention, you have an artistic eye that any director would kill for."

You stand there, a little dumbfounded, but mostly very, very grateful that he's your friend, and that you can laugh about this together.

"I'm... well... thank you," you finally say.

Vil smirks, and pinches your cheek. "You're precious. Now, back to work. I want this room over with. These paintings won't frame themselves, will they?"

[yerchokito]

this was supposed to be about geto but I got distracted 😔😔

taking in stray!choso. he’s a shy bunch, tail tucked between his legs, ears pulled back. despite this he is very much capable of tearing you to shreds. less of a dog, more of a wolf.

he’s tall, broad and horribly matted dark hair, looking terribly sad :((

being experienced with hybrids alike, you couldn’t help but take the poor thing in.

stray!choso isn’t very talkative, a man of few words. mainly grunts and nods. at first you thought he was mute, until he actually spoke.

“my brothers.” was all he said, his voice was as you expected, gruff and low.

apparently the guy had 9 younger brothers, with him being the oldest. they all were adopted because of how young they were. not choso, deemed old enough to fend for himself.

stray!choso who you find out to be a very emotional person behind that blank face. he’s a bundle of anxiousness, stirring rage, loneliness, and a hint of lost hope. maybe get him into therapy.

stray!choso who you’ve been taking care of for months now. it took a while but now, he’s just the cuddliest mass of fur! always enveloping you in his arms, nearly crushing you to death! haha… may need to work on his hugs..

[neferaskingdom]

♡ Puppy Love | CL16

PART OF MY IS IT CASUAL NOW? SERIES

Summary: He would give a resigned sigh, reluctantly releasing her, but not without one last lingering gaze that hinted he would much rather spend the day wrapped up in her than without her.

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As summer break arrived, Monaco blossomed under the warm sun, and so did their situationship. Charles was back, and he practically took up residence at her place. He’d returned with a clinginess that was both amusing and endearing, like a puppy yearning for attention, which only made her smile.

Every time she prepared for work, he would wrap his arms around her waist, burying his face into her neck, groaning dramatically. “Do you really have to go?” he would whine, his voice muffled against her shoulder. “Can’t you just call in sick? I’m pretty sure they’ll survive without you for one day.”

She’d chuckle, playfully shoving him away. “Charles, I can’t just bail on work because you’re back. Besides, someone has to pay for all those late-night takeout orders.”

His eyes widened dramatically, and he pulled away slightly, placing a hand over his heart as if wounded. “Excuse me? Are you saying I’m not paying for your late-night snacks? I’m literally a millionaire! I can pay for anything you want! You could just stay here with me forever!”

She chuckled, shaking her head as she moved toward the door. “Oh, really? You think I could live off your millionaire bank account while you’re out racing? What a dream that would be!”

“Absolutely! You could be my princess, and I’ll treat you like royalty!” he declared, leaning against the wall, his expression teasingly serious.

“Yeah, right,” she replied, picking up a nearby pillow and tossing it at him. “You’d probably just put me in charge of your laundry!”

He caught the pillow with ease, clutching it to his chest as he feigned heartbreak. “That’s a very important job! Someone has to make sure my clothes don’t get wrinkled!”

“Poor Charles,” she teased, rolling her eyes. “It must be so hard being a millionaire and all.”

He pouted, but she couldn’t resist leaning in for a quick kiss on his cheek “I’ll be back soon, I promise!”

His pout was so exaggerated it was almost comical, and she couldn’t help but find it adorable. “But I miss you when you’re gone!” he’d argue, pulling her back toward him and pressing a quick, soft kiss to her forehead. “It feels like I just got back, and you’re already abandoning me.”

She rolled her eyes, laughing. “You’re such a baby! It’s just a few hours. I’ll be back before you know it.”

He would give a resigned sigh, reluctantly releasing her, but not without one last lingering gaze that hinted he would much rather spend the day wrapped up in her than without her.

One sunny afternoon, as she was tidying up the apartment, the door swung open, and Charles strode in, his excitement palpable. In his arms was a little bundle of fur that yipped playfully, its tail wagging furiously.

“What on earth is that?” she asked, her eyes wide in surprise.

“Surprise!” he exclaimed, a bright grin on his face. “Meet Leo!”

She looked from Charles to the puppy and back again, her eyebrows knitting in confusion. “Leo? you brought home a puppy?”

Charles nodded enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with joy. “Yes! I thought we could use a little one to brighten up our home. Plus, this is our new baby!”

“Our baby?” she repeated, a hint of disbelief creeping into her voice. “Charles, you mean your puppy, right? What do you mean, our baby?”

“He’s our puppy!” Charles replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Leo needs a mom, and besides, he can keep you company whenever I’m out racing and you refuse to come with me!”

She couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You think just because you call him our baby, that makes him ours?”

Charles shrugged, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I mean, why not? It’s perfect!”

“Wait a minute,” she said, looking from the puppy to Charles and back again, a playful frown forming on her face. “This is still your puppy, not ours. And I’m not sure I can be a good puppy mom! I can barely keep my plants alive!”

He leaned closer, a playful glint in his eyes. “Come on! Just think about it. You can take care of him, and we can be a family! Plus, he needs someone to love him while I’m away.”

She rolled her eyes, unable to hide her smile. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, kneeling beside her as Leo bounced around her feet, his little tail wagging furiously. “Look how much he loves you already!”

Leo dashed between them, barking excitedly, and she found herself reaching down to pet the exuberant little pup. “Okay, okay,” she relented, grinning as Leo nuzzled into her hand. “But you have to take care of him, too. I can’t do this all on my own while you’re off being a superstar.”

“Deal!” Charles agreed, his face lighting up. “I’ll take him on all my runs. We’ll be the ultimate team!”

The next few days were a whirlwind of puppy chaos and laughter. Leo was a whirlwind of energy, darting around the apartment, chasing after toys, and testing the limits of their patience. She and Charles found themselves falling into an easy routine, their lives seamlessly intertwining with the new addition.

One afternoon, while they lounged on the floor, Leo bouncing between them with a toy in his mouth, Charles looked at the pup with a furrowed brow, then back at her. “You know, Leo really seems to like you more than me,” he sulked, his tone mock-serious.

She giggled, scooping Leo into her arms, the little guy licking her face enthusiastically. “Of course he likes me more! I’m his mom!”

“Wow, okay, don’t rub it in!” he huffed dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m the one who brought him home!”

“Doesn’t matter! Obviously, our kid likes his mom more,” she teased, watching as a dreamy look spread across his face, his expression softening.

Suddenly, without warning, he lunged at her, tackling her gently to the carpet. Leo jumped along, barking excitedly as they tumbled into a heap, laughter filling the room. Charles captured her in his arms, pinning her down with a grin that lit up his face. “You can’t just steal my puppy’s affection like that!”

“Maybe I can,” she challenged, her breathless laughter echoing in the room as Leo bounced around them, eager to join in the fun.

“Fine,” he said, narrowing his eyes playfully. “If Leo loves you so much, then I guess I have to remind you who’s the real winner here.”

With that, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a warm, soft kiss, the world around them fading away. Leo, ever the enthusiastic participant, dove in to lick Charles’s cheek, causing him to pull back with a laugh.

“Okay, okay, I guess we have to share the love,” he said, a wide grin spreading across his face. “But I’m still the favorite, right?”

“Sure, Mr. Favorite,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice as she scratched Leo behind the ears. “For now, you can keep that title—just don’t get too comfortable.”

He leaned closer, his forehead resting against hers, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ll take it, especially if it means I get to keep having moments like this.”

A few days passed and they were lounging on Charles' couch, with Leo curled up between them and a half-empty bowl of popcorn resting on her lap. It was one of those blissfully calm evenings, where they’d both surrendered to laziness and were content just to be together. She didn’t expect any surprises, which was probably why his next words caught her entirely off-guard.

“So,” Charles started, his voice all too casual as he ran a hand through Leo’s fur, “my mom invited you to dinner.”

She nearly choked on her sip of tea, coughing as she set the cup down and looked at him, eyes wide. “I’m sorry, what?”

Charles’s lips curved into a sheepish smile, his cheeks a bit pink. “My mom invited you to dinner,” he repeated, a little slower, and with that too-innocent tone he used when he was trying to soften the impact of something.

“Why…?” she finally managed, still blinking in surprise. “I mean, why would she invite me? Does she even know about me?”

“Kind of,” Charles admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced away, looking a little too guilty. “I might’ve mentioned our… friendship a couple of times.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “You talked to your mom about us?”

“Well, yeah,” he said, shifting uncomfortably but keeping his gaze steady now. “She likes hearing about what’s going on in my life. And…Arthur may have told her about you too, after the Grand Prix.”

“Arthur?” She laughed, surprised. “So you’ve got your whole family talking about me?”

Charles laughed too, though he looked a little bashful. “Not my whole family,” he teased. “But, well, Arthur thought you were great, and he might’ve said some things.”

“Some things?” she echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, you know…” he trailed off, scratching Leo’s ears, clearly trying to downplay it. “Just that I’d been spending a lot of time with you, and how I kept talking about you, apparently.” He coughed, a little red creeping into his cheeks. “And…there was that video that went viral. The one of us celebrating after the race, remember?”

Ah, yes—the clip that had circulated all over social media, where they’d been caught hugging and him kissing her face right after the race. She’d nearly forgotten how the internet had blown up with speculation after that.

Her mouth dropped open as she took it all in. “So your whole family knows about us because you keep talking about me?”

Charles shrugged, looking both a little shy and quite pleased with himself. “Maybe,” he said, drawing out the word in a way that made it clear he didn’t mind one bit. “Besides, you know how my family is. Lorenzo’s been complaining that Arthur got to meet you first, so now he has to meet you too, or it’s unfair, apparently. It’s a whole thing.”

She tried to process that, feeling a strange mix of nerves and amusement. “And your mom… what did you tell her exactly?”

Charles smirked, enjoying her reaction. “Just that you’re a really good friend I’ve been spending a lot of time with, and that you take great care of Leo. My mom just decided she needed to meet this ‘friend’ for herself.”

“Oh, right,” she said, shaking her head, still processing the surprise. “So your mom saw that video, heard about me from Arthur, and then decided she just had to meet me?”

Charles shrugged, a mischievous grin lighting up his face. “Can you blame her? You’re pretty interesting.”

She rolled her eyes, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. “That still doesn’t explain why she’d want me to come to dinner. Meeting your mother is…kind of a big deal, Charles. And weren’t we just…casual?”

“Of course we’re casual,” he said, though his tone was light, and he didn’t quite meet her eyes. “You’ll just be going as my friend, that’s all. Meeting your friend’s mom is normal, right?”

She hesitated, glancing down at her hands, which suddenly felt fidgety. There it was again—that odd feeling she kept trying to push down, the tug of wanting this to be more, even though they’d never really talked about it. “I mean…I guess,” she murmured. “It just feels like…a lot.”

Charles tilted his head, his expression softening as he watched her, clearly sensing her hesitation. “Hey,” he said, reaching over to nudge her shoulder gently. “It’s just dinner. And besides, you’ll have me there the whole time. My family’s just curious about you, that’s all.”

“Curious?” She laughed, some of her tension easing away. “What, Lorenzo needs to check off a list that says ‘Meet Charles’ friend’ or something?”

He smirked. “Pretty much. Lorenzo’s been giving me a hard time because Arthur met you first. He’s jealous, you know?”

“Oh, so now I’m some prize to be won?” she teased, folding her arms.

“Well,” he leaned in closer, his voice dropping flirtatiously, “if that’s how you want to think of it, I don’t mind.”

She laughed, shaking her head at him. “Alright, and what does the prize-winner wear to this dinner? Since I’m meeting your mother, I guess I need to impress her?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he agreed, his gaze dropping to her with a twinkle. “Remember that black dress? You know, the one that drives me absolutely crazy?”

“Of course that would be the one you suggest,” she said with a grin, pretending to roll her eyes, though she couldn’t deny the little thrill she felt at his reaction.

He chuckled, inching closer. “I just have good taste, that’s all.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, but her thoughts were anything but calm. Meeting his family felt…big. Like they were something more than casual. Her heart started racing as she thought of it, yet she reminded herself that he’d only said she was a friend. They’d never put a label on this, so she had no right to expect anything.

“Alright,” she finally said, exhaling a breath. “I’ll go.”

Charles broke into a smile, squeezing her hand excitedly. “Perfect! You’ll love them. And they’ll love you, too. Maman picked the restaurant with the best Tiramisu so you’ll enjoy it a lot!”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, feeling both excited and a bit nervous. As he pulled his phone out to call his mom, she leaned back, letting her thoughts wander. Their relationship was a weird blur between casual and something…more. She didn’t know if meeting his family would change anything, but she also couldn’t shake the feeling that her heart was more involved than she’d let herself admit.

[1920sladydectective]

Christmas Tree Smut - NSFW

I wrote this because my wife bought me all of the Rocklove jewellery Ambessa and Mel collection as a surprise for finishing my uni assignments and then we put up the Christmas tree. So thank her. :D

Not proof read, some pet names and choking but it’s a short drabble so not much.

Ambessa was tall. You were fully aware of this, it had its multitude of uses and attractions. This, though, you had yet to see this year.

There she stood, bundled in furs with a stern eye, surveying the tree.

“I think it’s fine,” You muttered to her left, tipsy smirk on your face.

“Since when has fine been acceptable, Dear? Do you love it?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say love,”

“Then it is wrong,” She marched off down the sea of green, analysing as though picking new recruits.

You had been looking for two hours, and she had bought you five glasses of spiked mulled wine. Still she would not pick one. You just wanted to decorate a tree, have too much stollen and then kiss underneath the mistletoe. Instead, she was striking the fear of God into the farm attendant as she looked for her “Perfect” Tree.

From the uncharacteristically loud yell of joy, you hoped she’d found it. You were determined to love it even if it was half dead, just so you could leave. It was, in all fairness to Ambessa, astounding. Ten foot tall, plush and full, it loomed just as she’d wished.

“Will it fit?”

She looked at you like you were an idiot. Of course. Her castle ceilings were insanely high, that’s why you’d come to this farm in the first place.

The farmhand chopped it down, with constant commentary and criticism from Ambessa until you whacked her with your handbag and growled. Poor boy must have been a teenager, and Ambessa was calling him a spineless fool.

Then, in a flash, the magic happened. She picked it up, as though it wasn’t over three feet taller than her, and began to wander off to the soldiers waiting to transport it. You tensed, blindly handing the boy far too much money for the tree as you trailed behind her glamorous, toned form.

Her eyes sparkled as she placed it down, a wry grin on her face, “Something intriguing darling?”

“Don’t tease,” You sighed, gazing happily at her.

The journey back was simple, your wine addled mind floaty and dozing against her shoulder until she kissed you tenderly to wake you.

Once the great, hulking thing was situated, Ambessa began putting the lights on. You were not allowed on the wooden ladder, as if a glass bauble prone to dropping. That was fine with you, you’d just stare at her arse the whole time.

Finally, blissfully, you could decorate the fucking thing. Boxes and boxes of glass ornaments from your marriage and travels were brought into the room by attendants, a large wooden table used to spread them out as you contemplated how you wished to decorate this year.

Humming carols to yourself, you danced around Ambessa placing baubles and standing back to survey. She was only to place them where you said further up, your tone demanding and clear. It made her smirk, your perfectionism. Each year she grew to love it more.

Swiftly, she hugged you from behind and began to nibble your neck as you placed a pair of robins on a lower branch.

“Y-“ A huff, “You’re distracting me,”

“You’re distracting me, Little one,” She purred, nuzzling against your nape, “So commanding, so artistic, how am I supposed to resist such seduction?”

You melted slightly against her, taking in the warm glow of the lights as you tilted your head, offering more of your neck.

Ambessa left large, sharp marks all down your throat and collarbone, relishing in branding you as she wrapped her arm around you and began to tease your nipple.

Your knees buckled, ripping an amused moan from your lips, “You do this every year, you never let me finish the fucking thing,”

She pinches your nipple through your dress, hard enough it hurts, “But I let you finish don’t I? And isn’t that so kind of me? Aren’t you so thankful?”

“Yes,” You slur slightly, going limp in her hold as she tugs whimpers and sighs from you. This was how she liked it, the tree would be half done and she would fuck your under it’s great branches and then allow you to finish it naked with your legs trembling.

This year it seemed she had grown especially impatient, and started the process only a third of the way through. You were powerless to resist though, namely because you didn’t want to.

She lay you on the floor, fluffy blankets and pillows preemptively placed, as her wicked tongue trailed down your body, hands preoccupied with abusing your tits until your eyes rolled. Once she finally touched your molten core, you were already in the blind throes of pleasure, her name echoing for all to hear. She allowed you your wantonness in these moments, body shaking as your orgasm ripped through you.

The sparkling of the tree made your vision blur, pleasure merging with whimsy as you smiled dumbly up through the branches.

“Pretty girl,” Ambessa groaned against you, “Perfect slut,”

She stripped herself of all clothes, spreading your legs wider as she positioned herself between them, brushing her cunt against yours. Rutting against you, she wiped your mind of anything other than your clits rubbing against each other, tongue hanging out as you spluttered and leaked.

Panting, her eyes hazy, she squeezed your neck lightly as you came, squirting all over yourself at the overstimulation. Her orgasm was loud and shameless, wrecking you on her search for pleasure as she lent down and bit your nipple between her teeth.

“I love Christmas,” You giggled nonsensically, smiling at the mistletoe bauble directly above your head.

“As do I, my darling,” She huffed, curling you both into a blanket as you basked in each other.

[hettyoon]

❥︎ Characters; Rafayel, Xavier Game; love and deepspace

❥︎ Genre; fluff !! Prompt; petting/kissing their cat ears || established relationship || 2nd pov

❥︎ Warnings; none !!

❥︎ Notes; yes this has been sitting in my drafts since the kitty cards first came out–

❥︎ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋;

Honestly, as much as the purple haired boy kept glaring at you for the face you made when he walked into your apartment sprouting a pair of cat ears out of his head and a matching tail swishing behind, you could not for the life of you stop laughing at how ironic the situation he got himself into was.

The same guy who was constantly complaining about how evil and sly the small kittens were, and how their only goal was to trick and deceive humans into showering them with love and affection, has now become one of them himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes, your laughing fit still not over yet as small chuckles continued to escape your lips even after your poor attempts at muffling them. "It's just, I never expected to see you in this form. You look adorable!"

Rafayel was certainly not amused by your compliment–anyone could tell that much–and instead tried to twist your words against you. "Oh so now you're saying I wasn't adorable before, huh?"

"You know that's not what I meant." You use your hand to motion for him to come closer. "Come here, I want to see them up close."

The lemurian huffed at you but still walked closer nonetheless, pausing in his steps when there were only a couple of centimeters between you left. "What? Are also you going to pet me like a cat now?"

A smile grew on your face at his question. I mean, could he blame you? You loved cats and he knew that, this was like a dream come true for you. "If you don't mind, I'd be more than willing to."

His gaze flickered to the side and one could make out a slight blush starting to form on his cheeks. "You say that as if you don't know I can't refuse you."

Knowing how stubborn your lover can be, you took that as his unique way of giving you the green light to do so. Therefore, it wasn't long before you had both of your hands reaching up to his face, one cupping the side of his cheek while the other stretched up to rub gentle strokes on the bundles of fur above his head.

The more you continued on stroking the more you could feel the man in your hands start to relax his body more and more. He was obviously enjoying the strokes of affection you were showering him with as much as he refused to say so. If it wasn’t obvious from the way he leaned his face deeper into your palm, then it definitely was by the now much more visible blush dusted on his the apples of his cheeks to the tip of his ears.

"You're enjoying this way too much." He muttered out.

"Hmm?" One of your fingertips came to stroke the fluffy piece of fur that was puffing out from the bottom of his ears and you could hear him let out small sigh of content. "I think I am the one who should be saying that."

Rafayel surprisingly didn't voice out a comeback at your reply, just choosing to let it slide this time as he was clearly more busy with other things (like keeping himself from completely melting into your arms) to give it much thought.

A few more moments of silence followed. With Rafayel finally caving in to your gestures, his face now buried into your neck instead so you can better reach his fluffy ears. Since you were no longer holding his cheek, both your hands were now free to bury themselves into the mass of soft purple hair and fur.

You just continued gently petting him for a couple more minutes, enjoying the heartwarming moment, until you heard something quite strange. Your mind had to take a double take at first because is that really what you think you're hearing right now?!

"Rafayel, are you...purring?"

The moment those words left your mouth you could practically feel the heat radiating off of his skin as the blush on his cheeks rose to a shade you did not even think was even possible. A groan came out of his mouth, the embarrassment hindering his ability to even come up with any words of defense as your laughter once again filled the quiet room.

❥︎ 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑;

You woke up to a weird sensation tickling your nose. Which was strange, yes, but the initial plan was to simply brush it off as a fragment of your imagination and just go back to sleep. Alas, you definitely couldn't ignore the feeling no more when you felt a very obvious flick attack the side of your cheek, which made you certain that you were very much not dreaming of such sensation.

You groaned as you groggily tried to open your eyes and get them used to the sunlight that was seeping through your curtains. As your eyes tried to focus on the view in front of you, you wondered what could possibly be the thing that woke you up at such early hour. A stray piece of fabric? Or maybe you still had some fur stuck on you after you and Xavier's trip to the cat cafe yesterday. Both of which could never move by their own but those were the only possibilites that your sleep-depeived brain was capable of coming up with right now.

What you didn't expect though, was to see a pair of ash coloured cat ears twitching right in front of your face when you were absolutely certain you had no such feline anywhere in any room of your apartment.

This new realisation had you instantly shooting up from your place between Xavier's arms, sitting up straight in your bed and staring in utter disbelief at the scene in front of you. One blink, a second, and then you rapidly rubbed your eyes just for good measure. It really wasn't a hallucination, your boyfriend had a set of moving cat ears stuck on top of his head!

Then your eyes flashed down to his back upon noticing another yet another mind-boggling feature. 'Oh my god he even has a tail!' The bushy tail–as if suddenly noticing your eyes on them–moved to curl around Xavier's thigh, further proving their realness.

How did this even happen? Was it related to your trip to the cat cafe yesterday? That's the only logical explanation you could think of right now and it didn't even make sense!

Whatever it was, now that you've came out of your initial shock (although you were still baffled at what you were seeing), you could not deny how absolutely adorable Xavier looked with his newly added assets. The ears on his head lay still save for a couple twitched here and there and the tail on his back moved again to unfold in a more stretched out position instead.

Wait, you should probably wake him up to ask him about this, right?

"Xavier. Hey Xavier." You rubbed your hand up and down his arm in hopes of coaxing him out of the land of dreams. Gosh, this is totally not the reason you ever expected to be waking him up for.

When that method came out useless you resolved to lightly petting his new ears instead, wandering if he would feel the sensation on them like a real cat would.

You couldn't help yourself but inwardly squeal at the way they relaxed under your touch, drooping down slightly from their perked up state which you took as a silent invitation to continue your actions. After a few more moments of your lover still not waking up from your methods, you couldn't help yourself but lean down to place a soft kiss to the side of his ear. To your surprise, that seemed to finally do the trick, as it gave you a flick in response and you could hear Xavier letting out a low mumble beneath you.

His first words came out a bit coarse, sleep still holding quite a strong grip on him. "Mhm...why are you up so early?"

First thought that came to mind was that Xavier seemed way too relaxed for someone who discovered they got cursed by some sort of cat magic, which made you come to the conclusion that he most likely did not know about the little problem he had going on at all.

"Xavier, love, do you not feel the added weight on top of your head? Or the new attachment to your back?"

His eyebrows furrowed in response before both of his hands moved at once, one reaching out to touch his ears and one down to feel his tail. "Oh."

Okay, nevermind, you take back your previous words. Knowing Xavier, he probably would indeed be this relaxed even if he had known about what happened beforehand. "I think this warrants more than an 'oh'."

A small yawn escaped his lips and you just wished that you had even half the calmness that your boyfriend had at the moment when you got into any problems. "I'll deal with it later; I'm still tired right now. You should come back and sleep with me too." His arms opened up as an invitation, and he made sure to add on those pleading eyes of his that he very much knew you could never resist no matter how much you tried.

You shook your head but slid back down the sheets to cuddle up with him regardless. "Not like I can complain, cuddling up with you when you look this adorable." Giving in to the temptation, you fingers moved up to give his cheek a soft pinch. "Oh gosh, you're so cute like this."

"Hmm." Xavier's eyebrows furrowed listening to your words and you had a gut feeling you knew where this conversation was about to head to. "First it was Lumiere and now me with the cat features. Do you like my cat form more than my usual self?"

Oh yes, just Xavier being jealous of himself as usual. "I never said tha–"

"Maybe I should just stay like this forever then, I don't think it'll impact my combat abilities that much."

"Xavier! We are not doing this right now." You playfully pinched the cheek you were holding. "Just go back to sleep, we'll find a way to turn you back once we wake up, okay?" A hand of yours raised to guide his head to rest on top of your chest, while simultaneously threading through the strands of his hair and rubbing gently on his ears. Xavier relaxed into your hold, raising his head to place a trail of gentle kisses on your jawline before laying his head back on your chest, slowly drifting off back to sleep to the soothing rhythm of your heartbeat.

[hecallsmegirlieee]

coffee, puddles & a dog

m.list ◦ askbox

synopsis: in which you and timo adopt a dog

The city lay still, draped in the soft, diffused light of early morning. The rain from the night before lingered on the pavement, the faint shimmer of wet stones stretching along quiet streets. You had woken early, stirred by a restlessness that the promise of coffee seemed poised to soothe. Outside, the air was sharp and cool, a contrast to the lingering warmth you carried from your dream-filled sleep.

You walked side by side, the silence between you comfortable, punctuated by the occasional sound of his soft humming. It was the same tune you’d heard all week—melodic, haunting, looping in and out of your conversations like a gentle echo.

« You’re still on that song ? » you leaned your head on his shoulder. Your hand hugged his elbow, bringing yourself close to him. He glanced at you, a corner of his mouth lifting. « Is it stuck in your head, or is this one of your artistic moods ? » Timothée turned to you with a small, lopsided grin.

« Maybe both, » he said. « It’s been rattling around my head all week. You’d understand if you listened closer. »

« To the song or to you ? », you countered. He laughed, shaking his head, his breath visible in the crisp morning air.

« Both. » You chuckled pushing your head away.

« I’ve been feeling very inspired. »

« Wow. »

« Like, look at these puddles, look at how they catch the light, » he pointed ahead of you and you laughed. « Very poetic. »

« If I get hypothermia out here, I’m blaming your poetic puddles. »

« Noted. But we’re getting coffee first, so you’ll survive. »

Your boots clicked softly against the pavement as you neared a corner, and then, suddenly, you stopped, blinking at the sight of something on the street. Timothée followed your gaze, his brow furrowing.

« What ? »

Behind the wheel of a parked car, something moved—a small, shivering form that took a moment to resolve itself in the dim light. A little dog, its fur matted and its tiny body curled tightly as if trying to fend off the chill. You knelt instinctively, your breath catching.

« Oh my god, » you murmured, reaching out carefully. « He’s just a baby. » Timothée crouched beside you, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He looked at the dog for a few seconds before extending his arm.

« Hey there, buddy, » he said softly, his voice low and calming. « It’s okay. We’re not gonna hurt you. »

The puppy lifted its head, eyes wide and uncertain. Slowly, it leaned forward, sniffing Timothée’s outstretched hand before retreating again, still wary. It hesitated but eventually crept closer.

« Look at him, » Timothée said with a grin. « He’s so brave. »

You reached out as well, your fingers brushing against the puppy’s damp fur. He leaned into your touch, his tail wagging a little. It was impossible not to smile at the sight.

« Poor guy, » you muttered. « Do you think he has an owner ? »

« I don’t know, probably not, » Tim got up and scanned the empty street. « I guess we should wait a little. Maybe someone’s coming for him. »

« Who would leave him like this ? »

You slipped off your scarf and gently moved closer to the dog, making sure not to scare him. You tried to dry his fur as best as you could and then gingerly wrapped the scarf around him. The tiny body trembled against your hands, but let you hug him in the soft fabric.

« We can’t leave him out here, » you said quietly, glancing at Timothée. « It’s freezing. What if no one comes looking for him ? », you gently scooped the dog into your arms and glanced at Timothée, meeting his eyes for a brief second.

« I don’t know, » he mumbled hesitantly. « We could... Take him home ? »

« Yeah, but just like that ? I don’t know... »

You got up carefully, the puppy bundled in your arms. He let out a soft whine before settling against your chest, his tiny body relaxing as if he knew he was safe. Tim came closer, his hand lingered on your shoulder as his gaze moved to the small creature. The dog blinked at him and he grinned in fascination.

« You’re a scrappy little guy, huh ? » Timothée murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. You couldn’t help but smile, too. « Well, I guess we can’t just leave him here. Besides... He’s kinda perfect, no ? »

« He’s cute, a little smelly. » The puppy stirred in your arms, giving a sleepy yawn that melted whatever doubts you might’ve still had.

« I have a good feeling about this, » he grinned. « You’ll see. »

You started walking again, now with the little dog bundled up in your arms. The coffee shop was just a few blocks away, but your attention was now entirely on the tiny creature in your arms.

« Did we just adopt a dog ? »

« I guess we did, » he laughed.

« And now ? », you looked down at the dog, whose tiny tail was now wagging slowly in contentment.

« Well, » Timothée said thoughtfully, « I think the first step is to make sure he’s alright. And then… we figure out what to do next. » You couldn’t help but chuckle. 

« Very decisive. » He laughed too, a soft, easy sound that made your heart swell.

« Okay, but we still need to name him, » Timothée said. « We can’t just keep calling him dog. »

You thought for a moment, the crisp morning air mixing with the warmth of the dog in your arms. You looked down at his face, so innocent and trusting now.

« What about Ollie ? » you suggested, feeling the name roll off your tongue easily. Timothée nodded, his eyes lighting up. 

« I love it. Ollie it is. »

As you walked, the puppy tucked against you like a fragile secret. The coffee shop wasn’t far, and when you entered, the warmth hit you immediately, the scent of roasted beans mingling with the faint sweetness of pastries. Timothée got your usuals while you stood near the door. The barista with an amused smile, raised an eyebrow when she saw the little bundle.

« Cute little guy you’ve got there, » she remarked as she handed Timothée the drinks. « He’s yours ? »

« We just met him, » Timothée replied, glancing at you.

« Well, he’s lucky to have found you, » she said, her tone light but sincere. She then turned to you, her voice louder so you could hear her through the music. « Who’s this ? »

« This is Ollie, » you replied with a grin. « We just met him. »

« You’re dog people now ? » Tim shrugged, the corner of his mouth lifting.

« Maybe. »

He carried your drinks as you strolled back home, your steps unhurried in the crisp morning air. The little puppy had curled up in your arms, his small body radiating warmth as he drifted off to sleep.

By the time you reached the apartment, the sunlight was spilling through the windows, streaking the floor with soft, golden light. Carefully, you set Ollie down on the blanket Timothée had laid out, his tiny form settling comfortably against the fabric.

Timothée crouched beside him and you grabbed a towel from the bathroom. The quiet rhythm of the morning unfolded around you, the kind of peace that made even the smallest gestures—like drying damp fur—feel significant.

« Let’s see what we’re working with, » Tim said as he gently dried the puppy’s fur, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

Now that he was out of the rain, you could see him more clearly. His fur was a little matted, and his paws were caked with mud, but he was undeniably cute. His floppy ears framed his face, and his big, expressive eyes darted between you and Timothée.

« You’re a handsome guy, » you said, crouching to pet him. The puppy wagged his tail and licked your hand.

« Definitely a keeper. »

The puppy seemed to relax more with every passing minute, his tail wagging faster. He sniffed around the blanket, his curiosity getting the better of him as he nosed at the corners of the rooms.

The rest of the morning you spent trying to give Ollie a bath. Timothée gently scooped him up and carried him to the sink. Ollie whimpered at first, squirming in Timothée’s hands, but once the warm water cascaded over his scruffy fur, he stilled, his tiny head tipping slightly to the side.

« I think he likes it, » Tim murmured as he cupped water in his hands and carefully poured it over the puppy’s back.

With an unexpected burst of energy, Ollie wriggled free, splashing water everywhere. You jumped back just in time to avoid the splash, but Timothée wasn’t so lucky. The puppy’s escape left his sweater soaked, clinging to his chest.

« Traitor, » he muttered, though his smile didn’t fade as Ollie wagged his tail enthusiastically, clearly pleased with himself. Grinning, you grabbed a towel and gently wrapped the puppy up, cradling him as Timothée tried to wring out his sleeves.

« Well, » you said, holding up the bundled pup, « at least one of us looks fresh and clean. » Timothée shook his head, his hair dripping water onto the floor. 

« I’m starting to think this guy’s a menace. » You smiled at Timothée, cradling Ollie against your chest. The tiny dog let out a contented little yawn, his eyes drooping as he nuzzled closer to you. 

« Menace or not, he’s officially part of the family now. » Timothée looked at you, a playful smile tugging at your lips. « This is a very impulsive decision. »

« But maybe the best impulsive decision we’ve ever made. »

You smiled at him, feeling a strange warmth spread through you—not just from the moment but from the way he looked at you, like Ollie wasn’t the only thing that felt meant to be.

« We should probably take him to the vet this afternoon. Make sure he’s healthy and all that. » Timothée nodded, pulling his wet sweater off and tossing it over a chair. 

« Agreed. But first—breakfast. I’m starving. »

The kitchen filled with the cosy hum of a quiet morning. Timothée busied himself at the stove, while you sat cross-legged on the floor with Ollie. You fed him blueberries, laughing as he stumbled over his still-clumsy legs, his tail wagging furiously as if this simple breakfast was the greatest adventure of his life, and tripped over Timothée’s feet.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Kung

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: The last member of the family

When you come in, you're cradling a blanket.

Natalia frowns. It's the blanket you kept in the car for Prins after a trip to the beach, so he didn't scatter sand all over your interior. It rarely comes into the house unless it's to be washed and it got washed two days ago. That's not nearly enough time for it to be due another one.

You look nervous too, bashfully dropping eye contact when Talia makes it.

"Amor?" She asks," What's wrong? Has something happened?"

"I'm sorry," You say, blurting it out as you cradle the bundled-up blanket closer to your chest," It's just...They were bullying him! And he was so cold! Talia, he was shaking! And I couldn't just leave him there!"

"Mi vida." Natalia stands, her hands reaching out for you. "You are not making any sense. Tell me what has happened. Who was being bullied?"

Slowly, you unravel the blanket.

A little bunny is sitting there. His ears are slightly covering his eyes and his little nose wiggles as he takes in his new surroundings. His fur is kind of fuzzy and a beautiful light tan colour.

"I went to that bakery you like, that one in the middle of the park? And he was being bullied by the crows! They kept pecking at him and one of them tried to snatch him up! I'm sorry but I couldn't leave him there!"

You look close to tears like you expect Natalia to be mad at you for bringing this poor, defenceless bunny into your home.

"All the vets are closed," You say," Just one night! Please, Talia! Just one night!"

Natalia shakes her head fondly at you, reaching up to cradle your face in her hands. "I love you so much, amor. You have such a big heart."

"He can stay?"

"Of course he can stay. Do we know how old he is?"

Panic flashes over your face again as you shake your head. "He's so little? Do you think he still needs milk? Oh god, what if the birds traumatised him and now he won't eat?!"

"Amor," Talia says," Let's not jump to the worst case. I'll go and grab some things we can try. Why don't you settle down and introduce him to the others?"

"There's cakes in my bag!" You call after her and she just laughs in response.

You take a seat on the sofa and gently take the little bunny into your arms. He's perfectly content to sit there, not moving as his chest rises and falls in sync with yours.

Reina is lazing around on the top of her cat tree, stretching out as she peers down at where Prins is wagging his tail in his bed. He's got his favourite duck toy sitting next to him and sometimes he nudges it with his nose in an attempt to get Reina to play with him.

"Prins," You say," Kom (come)."

He does so immediately, padding over and sitting at your feet.

You gently move the rabbit to his eyeline but not close enough for him to reach for it.

"Dette er en kanin (this is a rabbit)."

Prins tilts his head to the side in interest and you very carefully move so he can sniff it. The rabbit seems nonplussed by this whole thing, bumping noses with Prins happily and practically purring at the joy of it all.

Prins seems happy too, his tail wagging furiously and he keeps looking over at Reina, as if to introduce her to his new friend.

"Reina?" You call softly and your girlfriend's cat turns her head to look at you. You tsk to beckon her over and she does so begrudgingly, her silky fur showing that she's been recently brushed.

She takes the more assertive route than Prins did, meandering over and sticking her face all over the little rabbit's body. She sniffs him curiously before dragging her tongue over his head like she did when she first met Prins.

"No," You say when she tries to pick him up," Sorry, Reina, I don't think he has a scruff."

She looks a little disgruntled at that but swipes her tongue over him a few more times before she's seemingly satisfied. She leaps down from the sofa and herds a whining Prins away so she can groom him instead.

Prins looks at you completely betrayed as you allow him to be shepherded away but you just shake your head fondly at him.

"We'll take him to the vet tomorrow," Natalia says as she comes back," And I think I've still got Reina's old travel case so he can sleep in that for the night. How did introducing them go?"

You smile. "I think Reina thinks he's a kitten and Prins seems happy to make a new friend. They might be sad when we give him up."

Talia gives you a pointed look that you can't quite decipher. One of her hands gently scratches between the bunny's ears (who immediately goes limp and starts making a noise akin to purring) while the other gently cards through your hair, twisting random strands around her finger.

"Just them? I think you'll be sad too if we let this little guy go."

"Maybe a little." Your brows are scrunched up, a crinkle appearing between them as you hold the little bunny.

"I think that's a good enough reason to keep this guy around."

"Really?"

"Really, mi vida. I think this little guy is adorable. I'd love to keep him if you do."

It took you weeks to let your mothers know about the new member of the family. Kung the bunny had become a staple in the house. He fit in perfectly and, just like his namesake, thought that he was in charge of it all.

Multiple times, you had caught him taking over Reina's car tree and thumping his foot when you didn't give him his dinner fast enough.

But, Kung's favourite thing was when you and Talia wore sweatshirts. He adored wiggling into the front pocket and taking a nap there when you had a lazy day.

He enjoyed the beach too, exploring it on a leash like Reina as you tired Prins out by kicking a ball for him.

Kung fit into your life so well that you completely forgot to tell your mothers until you were on a video call at the kitchen table.

Talia pops in to greet them, pressing a soft kiss to your ticklish neck as she appeared.

"I'm heading out to see Patri," She says," Can I have you give his royal highness? He's being clingy again."

You beam. "I'll always take him."

"I know. I love you, amor."

"Love you, Talia."

She carefully removes Kung from her front pocket to hand him to you. He's still very small and easily fits into your arms without even waking up from his nap.

"Is that a rabbit, Princesse?" Momma asks, catching a glimpse of Kung's floppy ears.

You cheeks go a little red when you realise that she has no idea who he is. You hold him up so she can see better.

"This is Kung," You say," We got him a few weeks ago. Some birds were bullying him so I brought him home."

Morsa laughs. "Of course you did. We're lucky all you ever brought home was that rock when you were younger."

Your face gets even more red. "There was nothing wrong with Rocky!"

Morsa just keeps laughing. "And naming him Kung? You really like a theme, Princesse."

"How long until Natalia has to change her name to fit this theme?" Momma picks up the teasing too. "Will the royal family be deigning to visit us anytime soon?"

[void-wolfie]

Puppy Love

summary: you accidentally get sidetracked on the way to the store.

pairing: Jenna Ortega x gn!Reader

tw: none; fluff/comfort

words: 660

a/n: very short, just a little something I threw together while half asleep

"Jenna! Would you be mad if I didn't go to the store I like I said I was going to?" You yelled out in the house, knowing Jenna would hear you from wherever she was.

"What do you mean?" She yelled back. You heard shuffling and the soft padding of footsteps headed your way.

"I mean, I didn't exactly go to the store. I kinda got-" You glanced down at the pair of golden-brown eyes in your arms, "I got distracted."

Not going to the store was a bit of an understatement. But it wasn't your fault, you just got a little distracted, the groceries could wait.

"Tell me you did not." You looked up to find a different pair of beautiful brown eyes glaring at you.

Jenna was standing in the doorway, staring at you and the bundle of golden fur in your arms. Her face was rather calm, you couldn't tell what she was thinking at the moment.

"Please don't be mad," you begged your girlfriend, "They were gonna take him to the pound, and he just looked so sweet and cuddly-"

"You bought a dog?" You winced. Despite her efforts to remain calm, her voice seemed full of shock and maybe even a hint of anger.

Was buying a dog the best idea in the world? No. But it was for a cheap price and a good cause. At least now, there was no doubt that even if Jenna made you get rid of him, he'd still go to a good home.

The little golden retriever cuddled deeper into your chest, his ears back as he seemingly took in everything around him.

"I couldn't let him go to the pound," you gave her your best puppy dog eyes, hoping to sway her into letting you keep the poor guy, "Just look at the little guy."

Her eyes flitted down to the puppy in your arms, taking in the sight of ruffled fur and a dog collar two sizes too big. For the first time since you've been home, you saw her impassive demeanor slip, settling for one full of sympathy instead.

She finally walked over to the two of you, holding out her hand to pet him. His ears perked up at her and his tail went wagging as she ran her fingers through his fur.

"I think he likes you," You said, making sure to hold on tight to the mass of wriggling fur.

She sighed and your heart leaped through your chest - was she going to make you get rid of him?

"What're you going to name him?"

Your head perked up, shocked and relieved, "We can keep him?"

Jenna had to fight off a laugh at the sight of you. Ironically enough, your excitement reminded her of an eager puppy. All you were missing was the wagging tail.

"Yes, we can keep him,"

As if the dog in your arms could understand the whole conversation, he jumped up, licking your face in excitement.

"So, what're you gonna name him?" she asked again, laughing at the slobber all over your face.

You looked down at the puppy in your arms, you weren't the best at names, yet for some reason, only one thing came to mind, "Goose."

"Goose?" Her eyebrow quirked as she looked up at you, looking at you like you'd lost your damn mind, "Your gonna name our dog Goose?"

"What's wrong with Goose?"

Once again Jenna had to stifle a laugh. The expression on your face was adorable, not too different from the nervous and scared expression Goose had when you walked through the door.

She threw her arms up in surrender, "Nothing. If that's what you wanna name him."

You held the puppy up to your face, looking him in the eyes with nothing but love and adoration, "My little Goose."

You quickly closed your eyes as he reached to lick your face once again, coating you in more slobber.

[yearningaces]

Oml no just had a thought.

I hardly ever shave, ok? I did tonight bc the stockings I want to wear tomorrow are more comfortable with bare legs in my opinion. So I shaved and lotioned, right?

Just please imagine your big monster roomie. Covered in fur or feathers and is so toasty warm. So say it's winter, it's cold, you're bundled in a heavy fluffy blanket when your roomie comes out to the living room, see's you and goes to sit with you like always. They're a cuddly sort, often holding and hugging and so on.

So they cuddle you into their side, chuffing quietly, happily.

And then you stick your leg out from under the blanket throwing it across their lap with the infamous words of: "I just shaved. Touch my leg."

And when their hands rest on your smooth leg, they seem to pause. Carefully stroking over the smooth skin with the most kicked puppy look that's making things all the more confusing. And eventually... They speak.

"Where'd your fur go?" In the saddest, most wet cat voice and expressions, they continue. "You're gonna be cold now..." Poor baby's so worried.

Isn't it funny to realize how different other creatures view such simple things compared to humans?

[rabbitsrams]

snowy mornings - jschlatt x reader

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, teensy bit suggestive at the end :)

wordcount: 1.1k

a/n: its not even close to winter but i wrote most of this in one sitting so enjoy hehe

(moodboard by me, pictures not mine)

The sun barely peeks past the clouds. Small sprinkles of snow are still falling from the gray sky as Schlatt leaves the house. 

He's all bundled up. He's wearing at least four layers underneath his coat, something his mother always insisted he do. A hat that you got him as a gift is snug on his head and thermal gloves he's had since he was sixteen keep his hands warm. 

He looks through one of the windows of the house as he walks to the sidewalk, knowing you are still sleeping. He wishes he could be back in bed with you. Wishes he could have you in his arms. Wishes he was wrapped in blankets with you by his side as the heater warms the room.

But he's got a shovel in his hand, carrying the thing over his shoulder while he goes to the corner of the block, freezing his ass off even through all the layers.

His poor neighbors, elderly and helpless. They always thanked him whenever he shoveled for them, asking their children to come over and bring him some baked goods once the afternoon came. He didn't do it for some reward or anything, he knew some fucker would try to fall on their unshoveled property and “sue them for all they're worth,” as he told you one time. He just wanted to help them out and make sure their pathways were cleared.

He forgot to bring headphones out, so instead of blasting King Krule and Radiohead, he listened to the scraping of the metal against the concrete. The scraping that echoed throughout the entire block, likely waking light sleepers from their slumber. You were one of those light sleepers, and yet you stayed asleep. 

It was taxing going around the corner and back to his house to clear pathways for walkers alike. His neighbors would do it as well but in due time. They weren't early risers like he was. But only in the winter.

Memories of his father waking him and his brother up at ungodly hours to shovel after overnight blizzards crashed their way into New York. Those mornings were silent as well; it was like the grating scraping was music to his father's ears.

He managed to complete all the shoveling in less than an hour, his personal record. 

Quickly walking back up the driveway as the sun completely rose, he placed the shovel against the garage and went back inside, shivering and stomping the snow out of his boots. 

He yawned as he took his hat off. He placed it on the flat part of the handrail, looking at how the snow immediately started to melt into the fur. The gloves were next, he was shocked his fingers weren't completely numb. Then the jacket, also hastily hung next to yours, untouched since yesterday. The boots were left right by the door to be moved later as he walked up the stairs and to the bedroom where he discarded the extra layers.

He didn't see you stir as he entered the room. Even in your tired state, you could tell he was out of bed. You opened your eyes and saw him undressing, remaining in an old t-shirt from his father's college days and flannel pajama bottoms you often coveted.

You stretch, yawning softly. That gets his attention. He walks toward the bed and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. You're shocked awake by how cold his nose is.

“You're so warm...” he says, your neck muffling his words.

“Baby, you're freezing,” you hum as you pull him into bed with you. “Did you go out and shovel?”

“I always do.”

“Aww...” you kiss him on the cheek as you wrap the blanket around him. “You're so good.” 

He hums a response, cuddling close to you. He holds you tight against him, wrapping his limbs around you in an awkward manner.

“You are too fucking tall.” You joke. 

“And you are too fucking beautiful,” He kisses your neck many times. “And warm.”

“Go back to sleep, honey. You need to rest.”

“'S long as I can hold you in my arms like this, I'll sleep forever.”

You giggle, your laughter turning into a soft yawn. “Even when you're tired as shit you're still corny...” Your eyes close as you begin to stroke his hair.

He wakes before you once more five hours later. Your hand is still resting on the side of his head while the hand where your wedding ring rests is closer to his face. 

He shifts slightly so he can have a better view of you. Your mouth is slightly agape as you breathe, your nose too stuffed for you to breathe through it properly. He can see the gap between your two front teeth, something that makes your smile all the more beautiful.

You eventually wake to the sight of your husband watching you. He’s smiling softly, tiredness still present in his eyes. “Hey, you all warmed up?”

“I am… you’re so pretty…” He lays his head on your chest. You smile, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Stay here, I’m gonna go get something,” You say as you try to get out of bed. He tries to grab you and bring you back to bed. “Just give me ten minutes, fifteen at most.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You come back ten minutes later with a steaming mug of hot chocolate. He’s sitting up at this point, a hand running through his messy hair. He smiles when he smells the steaming beverage and reaches his arms out as you place it on the bedside table. You get back into bed and snuggle close to him as he blows on the drink.

“You remembered the marshmallows…” Schlatt says, a yawn obstructing his words. 

“Of course I did.” You say. He laughs softly and wraps an arm around you. He tries to take a sip of the hot chocolate but hisses in pain as it burns his tongue.

“Aw, fuck.”

“Burns?”

“Yeah,” Schlatt waves a hand in front of his open mouth to try and ease the pain.

“Want me to kiss it better?” You joke. He nods, leaning close to you. You grin as you cup his face in your hands, the hair on his muttonchops tickling your palms. You press your lips to his softly, letting out a soft noise of surprise when he slides his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. He tastes like hot chocolate and home.

When you pull away, his face is tinted red. “All better?” You ask, feeling your face heat up.

“Um…” Schlatt pretends to think for a moment. “I don’t think so.” He tugs at the hem of your, his, sleep shirt.

“Oh… well I definitely need to do something about that.” You raise your arms above your head and allow him to take the garment off before leaning in once again.

[sweetsaladpainterranch]

Challenges of Raising a 6 Month Old Demon Bebe 😈

Bathtime Battles

...

It was 5:45 in the evening at the private floor of living space above Rosie's Emporium and, currently, the cannibal overlord had her hands full with her naughty god daughter. Rosie had centuries of experience in torture and dominating enemies, however, this tiny fawn might just prove to be her match.

"Alright now, deary pie" , Rosie spoke sweetly to the spot under the couch where she was sure something was hiding, "While I can appreciate a girl who knows what she wants, this is getting a bit stale."

The shadows shifted to her left and she dodged the doll that was thrown as a distraction while a small puddle of shadow scurried under a chair. "Sweetie", the tired demoness tried again, "I can't return you to your father while covered in the viscera of Henry the bag boy, now can I?" She thought back to how the poor boy had cut his finger earlier, but failed to notice the lurking young predator that had been waiting for her bottle a minute too long. Henry didn't stand a chance.

Rosie breathed in a calming breath before using her aura to move away every piece of furniture except the full bathtub. She smiled brightly and approached the, now unhidden spot of darkness, "I tell you what, Evangeline, if you come out, Auntie Rosie will let you have a whole box of candied eyes...~". She sung out.

Suddenly, a small tuff of fur began to emerge from the pool of shadow and wag against the floor, followed by two fluffy ears that danced excitedly. When, at last, the tiny deer demon's face was revealed, Rosie reached out and stroked her god daughter's soft hair, "That a' girl!", she cooed at the baby. Evangeline let out a flurry of happy shrieks in anticipation of her tasty treat, but failed to notice how she was now directly over the suds of the bath.

The overlord smiled in victory as she wasted no time in plunging the child into her soapy trap, however, she knew that the battle had just begun.

The clientele shopping in the downstairs of Rosie's Emporium could only hear a chorus of high pitched demonic wailing and feel the thundering intensity of their mayor's aura as heavy curses and loud crashes echoed from above. After what seemed like hours had passed and everything had quieted down, the dainty footsteps of Rosie were heard descending the staircase.

The patrons and staff stood still as they took in their leader's appearance. Her entire body was dripping with water and bubbles, her hair was barely being held back as several locks had lost their pins, and her clothes were torn and bloody. She looked like she had just faced the Angels of Heaven all alone and with the face of a woman who had seen to much she spoke.

"WHERE. ARE. THE. CANDIED. EYES?!"

...

My babysitter may have had some trouble with our little bundle of terror this past weekend 😂

SSPR.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Feel free to respond to this whenever/if ever the mood to do so strikes.

Zevlor would eat you out with the dedication of a paladin sworn to carry out a life or death mission. He would drop to his knee for you faster than if a superior order him to 'Drop and give me 20!' Also, imagine being able to grip his horns while he is between your legs.

ᯓ★ On His Knees - Zevlor

DAMN STRAIGHT ANON!!! Zevlor is one of the best at giving head and no one can change my mind on this!!!

✧₊⁺ Content: NSFW - Zevlor Gives You The Best Head - Drooling Pussy - Sweet - Comfrot - Adorable Kawaii Ending xoxo

You could feel his tears wet your thighs as he pushed his face further into your dripping aching pussy. He was so honored, so happy you had chosen him, grateful that he could do this with another once more despite his age. Zevlor was beyond happy to pleasure you, to taste you, to be the one who makes your body sing with release and joy.

The man was a god when it came to him dropping to his knees and sliding that warm slick tongue of his deep inside of you. His tongue massaging every inch of your insides, his tastebuds rubbing against your plush gummy walls- your walls clamping down on his tongue as if begging for him never to leave.

His stamina unmatched. He had been going down on you for what felt like hours, your head was spinning, your legs cramping with how tight you kept them closed over his head. The way your hands clung to his horns, gripping them so tightly you feared that snap off within your grasps.

But your fears were quickly forgotten as his lips wrapped around your clit and suckled gently.

“Ah~ ♡ mnn!!~ Z-Zevy!!!!~” your entire body shaking as your second, or was it your third?- Ograsm washing over your body. You could feel his fingers tighten over your thighs- his nails holding you in place as he tried to keep himself grounded and in control.

Your own face flushed in embarrassment at the fact that his face was completely drenched with your juices, your thighs, his lips, his chin all glistening from you and his saliva. But Zevlor didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, the old hellrider kept going- licking up every drop you offered him.

“Z-Zev- I-I~ ah~ ♡!!! Ah~!!” Your nerves were fried from the overstimulation, “I-t feels s’like I-I’m on firreee~ ♡ Ahn~! AH~!!! ♡ ♡ ♡ NGHHH!!~~~” your voice cut off with a broken gasp. Your body trembling as he wrapped and swirled his tongue around your clit.

Zevlor’s eyes looked up to meet yours, the look on his face, the way he was smiling against you as he watched you fall apart, “You’re overflowing my dear, are you enjoying this as much as I am?”

His words alone sent you into a full body shutter as he brought his fingers down to your entrance, pushing them inside delicately- making sure his nails don’t cause damage as his mouth focused solely on your clit. His fingers pumping, his lips suckling, his tongue lashing over your bud as his eyes drank up the sight of your body reacting to his every action.

“I- I can’t sh-shtop sha-shaking~ ♡ ♡ ahhn~ ♡!!! It- s’t-too muhhh ♡!!! Much~ ♡!! Can’t s-stop m-moanninngg~ ♡!!!! Ah-haaannn~!!! Zev~ pllleeeeassseee-“

He could tell you were at your limits, and even though he wanted to continue to worship you for the rest of the night, he knew it was best to allow you some time to rest. Your crying and begging for mercy was evident enough.

Slowly he pulled his lips away from your clit, a string of saliva connecting his bottom lip to the bundle of nerves. The poor bud throbbing in a dull ache, your pussy clamping and spasming around his fingers, desperate to milk them as he withdrew his hand.

His knees ached from being on them for so long, and as he sat up to catch you before you collapsed against the wooden flooring he could hear his bones popping and creaking, but his body was still strong, still able to hold you in his arms.

You were a beautiful mess in his arms, your face was flushed, your hair sticking to your forehead, the furs below you both stained with sweat and your juices. You had a goofy little smile on your lips, your eyes hazy and glazed over as you stared at your lover, “Z-Zevlor~ ♡... So happy you’re mine~”

Zevlor couldn't help but laugh at your cute drunken expression, he kissed your forehead, his thumb caressing your cheek, his other hand holding you securely, “As am I my dear…” His tail caressed your toes, making you giggle, “as am I.”

[unusuallysubtext]

Hey, can I request a oneshot where Y/n (Mycroft's spouse) suddenly brought a puppy home; they found the puppy on the sidewalk. They brought the puppy home, cleaned him up, and then went to the pet store to buy supplies like dog food, toys, a bed, and a pad for the puppy to pee or poop on. They returned home with all the supplies.

Mycroft finally arrived home after a long day at work. He found Y/n on the floor and was confused at first until he saw the puppy they were playing with. He was perplexed and definitely against it at first, but a few weeks later, Y/n finds Mycroft in the living room with the puppy on his lap while Mycroft reads his newspaper.

Thank you in advance!

Thank you for your request! Requests are open as of 18/06/2024. Tags at end. To be removed/added to the taglist, send an ask or DM me. Critics welcomed, reblogs appreciated! :)

Today was one of those rare days off you had from work, but as usual, it was never in sync with Mycroft's busy schedule. You had awoken to a cold bed with the sun already beaming through the crack in the curtains. With a sigh, you climbed out of bed and stretched, making your way downstairs. A vase of sunflowers stood on the kitchen counter, a card beside it on top of a box of London’s finest pastries.

Good morning, my love. 

Salon appointment at two p.m. 

Take care of yourself.

Love,

M.H.

You smiled, admiring the set up and the time taken out of Mycroft’s morning. Of course he had booked out an entire salon; nails, hair, facials, drinks…

After getting comfortably dressed (a change from your usual business attire), eager to eat more than a few pastries (it would be unfair to try only a couple, after all), you ran downstairs and popped the kettle on.

As you sipped your tea, you pondered how to spend the rest of your day until a car picked you up at one-thirty. The idea of a long walk around the estate seemed appealing, especially with the rare London sun. 

Spring coat and boots on, you set out for your walk. The streets were quiet unlike the bustling inner city, and she much appreciated the calm; it allowed for decompression after high stress days at your demanding job. As she turned a corner into a small park, she noticed a small bundle of fur huddled in the bushes fronting the blue-painted metal rails. Curiosity piqued, you approached cautiously.

To your surprise, it was a puppy, shivering despite the unusual warmth, alone. You were expecting a rabbit, likely dead after the foxes got to it, not an uncommon sight in this area. The little creature looked up at you with wide, fearful eyes. You kneeled, allowing your hand to be sniffed before you picked it up. Upon further inspection, it was only a couple of weeks old, the size of your hand, and bore no collar.

"Poor thing, you must be freezing," you murmured, stroking its soft fur as you held it close to your chest. "Let's get you home."

She made a quick stop at a nearby pet store and vet clinic, purchasing everything the puppy would need—food, a bed, toys, and a small collar, which you left unetched without a name, only your phone number on the back of the tag. 

By the time she arrived back at the house, her arms were full of supplies, and the puppy seemed much more comfortable in your breast pocket. The clinic had not detected a microchip, making you wonder how long the pup had been outside as you set up a cozy corner in the living room. You watched as the puppy explored its new surroundings, following you with tiny, tentative paw taps to the kitchen, where you poured some water and food into its bowls. 

"Mycroft is not going to like this," you thought out loud with a wry smile, imagining his reaction. But the sight of the puppy, now curled up contentedly in its new bed, made her feel certain she had made the right decision.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of playing with the puppy, canceling your salon appointment and ride through Anthea, and preparing dinner after the pup grew tired enough to fall asleep in its bed. As evening fell, you found yourself anxiously awaiting Mycroft's return, wondering how he would react to your new addition and fearing his disappointment of being unable to enjoy his planned day for you.

The grandfather clock struck once, indicating five-thirty and you arose from the dining table to head to the front door. You opened it to see Mycroft, who was pleasantly surprised at your greeting.

“Good evening, darling. How was your day?” he asked, heading in. His smile immediately turned to scrutiny as he sensed something was wrong. “You didn’t go… Why do you have cat hair on you?” Mycroft asked, looking at you.

“Dog, Mycroft,” you rolled your eyes. You weren’t anxious anymore, just keen to see Mycroft discover what you’d done. You followed him to the living room, where he froze at the sight of the sleeping puppy across from you.

“Y/N, what on earth were you thinking? How will you care for it?” Mycroft cried. He never called you by your name. Only ‘Mr/Miss/Mx L/N’ before marriage, and ‘my love’ and ‘darling’ after.

“Mycroft!” you were taken aback, but still attempted to explain your situation. “She was abandoned on the side of the road, no collar, no chip. I couldn’t leave her there!”

“Do you know how many shelters there are in London? One-thousand-two-hundred-and-twenty-seven! Any one of them would have taken it in.” Mycroft was exasperated. “Y/N, please think before making such decisions…” he trailed off, softening his tone and expression as he caught sight of your teary eyes. He walked to you, touching your cheeks and kissing your forehead. “I love you. I don’t love that,” he indicated to the puppy with his head. “I do not want this matter to cause any stress to our relationship. I’m sorry for shouting at you.”

You nodded, forcing a smile. “It’s okay. I’ll see what I can do about her as soon as possible.”

You understood where Mycroft was coming from. Both of you worked full-time, and taking care of a puppy who was rapidly transforming into a full-grown dog was like taking care of a toddler. She would need to be trained, spayed, played with for mental stimulation… it was going to be a lot.

While Mycroft showered, you heated up dinner. As the two of you ate, the puppy awoke and padded to the dining room, watching Mycroft curiously. The two of them stared at the other intently, frozen in place, and you watched in amusement. 

That night, you lay in bed on your side against Mycroft’s chest. It was a miracle that the puppy had not followed you upstairs, but was instead sleeping soundly in the living room. 

-

Mycroft had been sitting on the sofa after dinner, reading their mail while she tried to reach the seat beside him. Watching her struggle for a couple of minutes from the corner of his eye, he finally sighed and picked her up. She lay down next to Mycroft’s side, and he begrudgingly had let her. She fell asleep, as Mycroft mumbled, mostly to himself. “You don’t have a name, do you? You are rather annoying, going to places you don’t belong. Sofas are for humans, the dog bed, as implied in the name, is for you.” Mycroft thought for a moment, then chuckled in revelation. “Sheryl.” He seemed pleased with the name.

-

“Mycroft?” you say quietly, unable to see him. The curtains have been drawn for the night, the bed toasty from your combined body heat. 

“Hmm?”

“Are you jealous of her?”

There is a pause. “That is preposterous! Go to sleep,” you can feel him shaking his head as he is ripped from his near sleep.

You smile to yourself, turning around and kissing his cheek before drifting off to sleep.

-

Days went by, and you spent all of your lunch breaks and the extra ten minutes you had in the mornings at work calling animal shelters in London, despite the heartache. It would not be difficult at all to get the pup into one, just inhumane. Unsurprisingly, they were all overcrowded and underfunded. You glanced up from the website you were reading on your phone to the stack of paperwork overshadowed by your boss. You sighed.

“Working, are we, Mr/Mrs/Mx Holmes?” Ms Smallwood sneered, saying your name as if it were sour milk.

“Yes, apologies, ma’am. No excuses,” you said, grabbing a pen and opening the first file. 

Her beady eyes watched you for a moment before huffing and storming out on her four-inch heels.

You shot Mycroft a quick text.

Going to be late, sorry. Lots of paperwork, ughh. Can’t wait to get a transfer. - Y/F/I.H.

Don’t worry, my love. I’ll have dinner and a bath ready. Don’t stress, my darling. I shall see you this evening. - M.H.

You smiled at your husband’s preemptiveness, silently thanking the universe for having him to go home to. 

It was quarter-to-seven when you arrived home. You walked through the hallway past the empty study and dining room, the aroma of dinner making your mouth water. In the living room, you could see Mycroft, engrossed in reading the newspaper… out loud? Mycroft saw you, and hushed you, pointing to the sleeping puppy curled up against his belly. He finished reading one last sentence of today’s headlining news: ‘Two murdered bodies found in abandoned freezer at Wembley Sainsbury’s.’ 

“Goodnight, Sheryl, sleep well,” Mycroft said quietly, putting the newspaper down and patting her gently before picking her up and placing her in her bed. He then walked over to you. “Hello, darling, how was your day?” 

“Sheryl, huh?” you laughed.

“Too late to change it now, I have already had it engraved,” Mycroft said matter-of-factly. “I have already fed her–one cup–walked her around the estate, had her pee, and read her a bedtime story, of course.”

You squealed in joy, engulfing Mycroft in a hug. “We’re keeping her?!”

“Yes, of course we are, darling. How else will I keep in shape?”

“Oh, Mycroft! You’re already perfect. I love you! I can’t believe we get to keep her!”

Every night onwards, Sheryl lay in wait in front of the dinner table for the two of you to finish eating and take her for a walk. She would chase butterflies in the very park she was found in before returning to her home, where Mycroft would read her the headlines and let her pick her bedtime story from the papers. Some days it was stock trading tips, obituaries and juicy celebrity gossip, other days it was how her Uncle Sherlock was saving the arses of the Met Police, and gruesome murder-suicides. Every night, she fell asleep in Mycroft’s lap, even when she grew up to be a huge German shepherd. Every night, you snapped a picture of the two, compiling the photographs into an album that showed how their bond strengthened and their kinship blossomed.

-

Tagging: @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek @that-ace-idiot

[sethsclearwater]

Drabble of Poly! paulxreaderxseth reacting to reader bringing home a kitten she found at the edge of the forest while on the way to their home on the res 😭😭 and maybe some timeskips to cute and funny moments between the boys, reader, and the kitty my heart is so full

🧼's first fluffy ask 🤗

OBSESSED W THIS & U!!

...

"paul oh my god!" you yelled from your spot in the back seat of his car, nearly giving both him and your other imprinter a heart attack as paul quickly pulled over to the side of the road to figure out what was wrong.

before either boy could turn around, you had already opened the rear car door and were jumping out to run back a few feet to where you had seen a small bundle of orange and white fur.

"oh you poor thing," you murmured as you knelt down in the dirt on the side of the road, watching as the kitten in front of you slowly lifted its head to look at you.

"y/n what the hell are you doing-" paul called as he got out of the car, both him and seth taking a few quick strides until they were towering over you.

you didn't bother looking at either boy, already knowing they'd be next to you in a few moments anyway, "a cat? you screamed over a cat?" paul asked exasperatedly, letting out a loud groan as he threaded his fingers through his hair dramatically before going back into the car to cool off for a few seconds.

seth let out a breathy laugh as he watched you gently call to the kitten who watched you and seth apprehensively before slowly taking a few steps over to you and seth, "oh you're so cute," you murmured, barely containing your excitement as she slowly lowered down in front of you until she was laying down, slowly nuzzling her little head against your sweatpants.

as you carefully wrapped your hands around her to pick her up, seth helped you up, both of you being extra cautious as you slowly cradled her in your arms.

"we have to keep her," you whispered, finally peeking up at seth only to see him watching you adoringly, "we can't leave her here," you added and he nodded, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

"obviously we have to keep her," seth added playfully, both of you letting out breathy laughs, "but you gotta be the one to tell paul, i am definitely not dealing with his wrath tonight," he added with another laugh, smiling when you giggled at his condition but nodded nonetheless.

with your nod, seth slid his hand down to your lower back to guide you back to the car and help you into the backseat before he was coming around to the front passenger seat, "a cat?" paul asked, turning in his seat to look over at you.

you knew he wasn't actually all that irritated with you given the fact that his lips were curling into the faintest smile but a smile nonetheless, "we have to keep her paul," you pleaded, peaking down at the kitten in your lap who seemed quite content with curling up on you and falling asleep.

"please?" you asked, missing the way seth was watching you with the biggest smile on his face as you tried to convince paul that the three of you needed an addition to your little family.

paul rolled his eyes but nodded none-the-less, letting out a playful sigh when you beamed at him, barely containing your squeal over your excitement. seth winked at you before both boys got situated again so they could finish the quick drive back to your apartment with your newest addition.

...

you giggled as you stepped back into the bedroom only to see both seth and paul talking to your now quite large orange cat, "oh gorgeous girl," you mused, smiling as you climbed back into the bed, giggling as seth tugged you down next to him so you and the cat were smushed between both boys.

after you'd brought her home, paul developed an interesting habit of vetoing any names you and seth came up with for the cat which resulted in her current situation where all of you lovingly referred to her as 'cat' thanks to paul's stubbornness.

"my baby," you cooed, gently stroking your fingers through her fur while paul scratched at her head and seth wrapped his arm around you to hold you close to him.

"isn't she just so perfect?" you asked, peeking up at paul who rolled his eyes but nodded and smiled nonetheless, "my perfect girl," you added with a giggle, smiling as cat purred and nuzzled her head against your palm.

"she's perfect," seth reassured, offering your hip a playful squeeze which had you giggling again, "are you still bringing her over to emily's today?" he asked softly after a moment, all three of you pausing for a moment as cat let out a rather big yawn which had all of you laughing at her antics.

you peeked over your shoulder to look at seth and nod, "'course i am! she goes everywhere with me," you teased, giggling when seth snuck in a quick kiss before allowing you to look over at cat and paul again.

"that leash you got her is perfect," you said to paul, giggling when he rolled his eyes but smiled at your compliment nonetheless. after sending paul out to get cat a new harness and leash for cat, he had come back with a hot pink leash that he knew you'd love but knew he'd hate which had all of you laughing.

"only got it cause it looks good on her," he grumbled, lips still curled into a small smile as he tried to explain himself to you and seth which had both you and seth laughing at his weak attempt at explaining his purchase.

"cat loves it," you reassured, "and so do i!" you added quickly, playfully kissing his bicep before sitting up so you and cat could get ready for your outing with emily this afternoon.

"whatever you say princess," paul grumbled, lighting up a bit when cat adjusted herself so she was curled up between the two boys again while you got up to get dressed.