#prowl with cat ears...??

[catthepillarr]

My brother pitched an idea to me

As he puts it, "if you draw prowl with cat ears, people on tumblr would go feral", so I'm testing his hypothesis..

[catmomjudy]

My ao3 icon:

3.06 'Monsters' | 8.05 'Masks' ↳ return of maddie's cat ears

[lov3lycosmos]

CAN YOU WRITE A CUTE FUNNY FIC OF LEEKNOW AND READER TRYING TO HAVE SEXY TIME BUT SOONIE, DOONGIE, AND DORI WONT LEAVE YOU GUYS ALONE?

IT SOUNDS SO CUTE AND I ABSOLUTELY NEED IT <33

₊˚⑅⋆ pests ⋆⑅˚₊

Genre: smut/fluff MDNI !!

Warnings: kissing, some dirty talk, cursing, hellacious teasing and laughing, almost fingering, cats obvi :3

v4mps note: this was so cute and fun to write AGHH, but I feel like the on and off smut made it even better :D

It was supposed to be simple: Lee Know, you, a quiet evening together. The kind where you could finally enjoy each other’s company without any interruptions. The plan was set. No distractions. But of course, nothing ever went according to plan when it came to his cats.

You were lying in his bed, pulling him close for a heated kiss, your hands already slipping under his shirt, feeling his muscles flex beneath your fingertips. “Let’s make this quick," Lee Know murmured, his voice already laced with lust as he pressed you back into the sheets. "I want you so bad, baby."

Before you could answer, a soft, persistent meow echoed from the corner of the room.

You froze. Lee Know’s face twisted with annoyance. “Soonie, I swear to god…”

His cat had made his entrance, hopping onto the bed with a little yowl as he made himself comfortable, curling up right between you both. Lee Know let out a frustrated laugh, his hand running over his face in disbelief.

“Really? Now? Of all times?” he muttered, giving you an apologetic look. “He’s been out all day, and now he decides to invade our private time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, reaching down to gently pet the cat’s head, who was completely unfazed by the chaos he had just caused.

“Guess we’re not alone,” you teased, trying to ignore the way your body was still aching for him.

Lee Know sighed, rolling his eyes. “I’m gonna get him out of here… give me a second.” He leaned down to gently lift the cat, but before he could, a second meow sounded from the other side of the room.

Doongie, his adorable yet extremely clingy cat, was now on the prowl, circling the bed and looking up at you both with big, pleading eyes.

Lee Know groaned, throwing himself back into the pillows. “Fuck… why is it always now?” His hands gripped the sheets, trying to keep his composure as Doongie hopped onto the bed, nuzzling into your lap with loud purrs.

You couldn’t help but laugh, scratching Doongie behind the ears. “He’s so needy,” you teased, but your laugh caught in your throat as Lee Know’s lips brushed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“I don’t give a shit about needy cats right now,” he growled, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease the skin of your sides. He was clearly trying to keep his patience, but his breath was already ragged from the teasing.

Just as you were about to respond, a third meow cut through the air. Dori, the smallest and most mischievous of the bunch, darted into the room like a little ball of energy. He pounced onto the bed and immediately positioned himself right between your legs, staring up at you both with wide, innocent eyes.

Lee Know threw his head back, groaning in frustration. “What the fuck, Dori? Seriously?” He looked over at you, his gaze darkening with mischief and desire. “This is your fault, you know that?”

You couldn’t contain your laughter, the situation too absurd. “My fault? You’re the one who adopted all of them!”

The tiny cat didn’t budge an inch, just staring up at you, completely oblivious to the tension between you and Lee Know.

“Okay, enough of this,” Lee Know said, his voice dripping with frustration. His hand found your wrist, pulling it up to his lips for a heated kiss that made your whole body tense with anticipation. “Fuck, you’re killing me, baby…” he muttered, teeth grazing your bottom lip.

You gasped into his mouth as his hand slid down, fingers brushing over your waistband. “Lee Know, are you seriously gonna—”

But just as his fingers slipped under your waistband, the cats simultaneously leaped onto the bed and started running in circles, their tails swishing all over the place.

Lee Know stared at them in horror as his hand froze, fingers still pressing against your skin. “Are you fucking kidding me? This is a nightmare.” He let out an exasperated laugh, his frustration mixing with amusement. “We can’t even have a second to ourselves.”

You pulled him back in for a kiss, ignoring the chaos around you. “Does it really matter?” you whispered against his lips. “I’m still here, and I’m still ready for you.”

The teasing tone in your voice made Lee Know groan, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, kissing you harder, his fingers slipping lower. He traced the waistband of your pants, eyes darkening with desire. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You moaned into the kiss, your hands grabbing his shoulders as he pressed down, grinding against you as his fingers finally slipped into your panties, teasing your entrance. The sensation made you gasp, but the moment was cut short by a loud meow. The cat jumped up right on Lee Know’s back, pawing at him desperately for attention.

“Oh my god!” Lee Know shouted, nearly choking on his own frustration as he tried to shake the cat off his back. “Seriously, what the fuck!?”

You were laughing uncontrollably now, feeling the tension break in a burst of light-hearted chaos. “I guess it’s not happening tonight,” you said between giggles.

But Lee Know wasn’t ready to give up that easily. He shot you a devilish grin, fingers still teasing at your core. “Oh, it’s happening, sweetheart. Cats or not, I’m finishing this.”

And despite the cats swarming all over you, he did.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

You Came, You Called || LN4

Summary: when strangers follow you from the nightclub there’s only one person you want to call.

Warnings: angst, threatening behaviour, fluff

WC: 2.4K

Lando stirred at the sound of his phone ringing on the bedside table. There were few people who could get past the ‘do not disturb’ setting that came into effect after midnight. With bleary eyes he reached for the phone and cringed at the bright light in his face but the sight of your name chased away his exhaustion.

It had been 162 days since you last spoke to him. It had been 162 days since he had ruined everything. He regretted his foolishness for every single one of those days and his stomach flipped at the thought of hearing your voice.

“Hey,” he answered, a flinch following as his voice cracked from lack of use while he slept. He quickly cleared it before trying again. “Hey.”

“Hey, baby.”

Alarm bells rang in his head and he sat up straight. Had you called the wrong man? That thought soured in his mouth.

“I’m on my way home.”

It wasn’t your unsteady voice he was focused on but the male voices that sounded far too close for his liking. “Aw, don’t call your boyfriend. We only want to talk.”

“Where are you?” Lando was already pulling on a pair of sweatpants and grabbing the first shirt he came across. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you whispered with a tremble in your tone. “I miss you.”

“Tell me where you are, sweetheart. I’m on my way.”

“Come on, gorgeous, it’s just a bit of fun,” a man called out and Lando saw red when he heard you choke back a sob. He knew the sound because he had been the reason for it before, and it had haunted him ever since. “He doesn’t have to know.”

“I’m heading towards Chocolat Boutique, please hurry.”

“I’m coming, sweetheart. I’m on my way.” Lando was already racing down to the garage and jumping in his McLaren. The engine roared loudly in the underground space before he tore out onto the street. “Keep talking to me, okay?”

The small store would have closed hours ago, but it was down the street from Jimmyz nightclub which was where you probably had been. He didn’t even know you were in town, and he didn’t have a right to know your whereabouts anymore.

“I’m scared, Lan.” The pain echoed around him as his phone connected to the car and played in surround sound.

“I know you are, but it’s going to be okay. I’m almost there, I promise.” He didn’t care about speeding tickets or running red lights. He flew through the narrow streets as he was forced to listen to the cat calls.

“I didn’t know who to call,” you admitted as you tried to walk faster but your heels hindered any escape. The three men were getting closer but they were in no hurry as they prowled both sides of the street to herd you along.

“You can always call me, love,” Lando swore, taking the last turn fast enough for the tires to squeal in protest. “And I’ll always answer.”

He found you on the footpath clutching your phone to your ear, hand cupped over the microphone as you spoke to him. Fear had widened your eyes and your normal stature cowered under the gaze of the men behind you.

Twisting the steering wheel, Lando skidded to a halt beside you and threw the door open. You had seen him angry before, when races don’t go his way, but this was beyond anger. Waves of rage rolled off him as you leapt into his arms, your trembling form finding itself molding perfectly back into his body. Two puzzle pieces slotting back together.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he soothed as he cradled the back of your head and glared over your shoulder. “You’re safe now.”

He might not have been the most imposing figure but you knew Lando was strong and regularly had boxing lessons for training. You had no doubt that if anything escalated he would use every lesson to protect you, but the cowards shrank back into the shadows of the shops.

“Let’s get you home.”

You were in such a state of shock that you didn’t see Lando wince at his mistake. You hadn’t called his apartment home for 162 days, not since you packed your bags and left. But right now you longed for that place where you had felt so safe and secure, tangled in his sheets and he curled his body around yours.

He opened the passenger door and reluctantly stepped out of your embrace to guide you into the seat. The doors locked as he started the engine and you exhaled a heavy breath of relief when the street was left behind.

Tearing your eyes away from the tinted window, you looked at Lando properly and saw his disheveled appearance. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“I’m not.” He took his eyes off the road for a second before reaching over to take your hand. “You’re freezing.”

He couldn’t tell if you were shaking because you were cold or if it was the adrenaline leading to shock. Dropping your hand he reached behind your seat to grab a hoodie that was always left in the car. The material was soft and smelled like him as you pulled on, inhaling deeply at the familiarity of the scent.

“I miss stealing these,” you whispered as you buried your cold hands into the front pocket.

Lando chuckled at the admission. He missed seeing his hoodies on you and asking if you knew where his favourite ones were. You would lie and he would smile at how terrible the attempt was.

“You can steal that one, if you want. I have too many now that they don’t mysteriously disappear.”

The car pulled into the garage and you found the space where your car used to park now filled with a pretty Lamborghini. A new sense of sadness hit that of course everything could be upgraded and replaced. “You can take me to my hotel. I wasn’t thinking clearly, you probably have company.”

His lips turned down at the thought and he shook his head. Lando understood why you would assume that, after all it was the reason you had left. What he had thought was harmless flirting had wrought destruction on his relationship with you. He knew he should’ve deleted the messages as soon as they were received but a moment of weakness when he was away from you led him to reply.

He betrayed your trust and he had regretted it ever since.

“There isn’t anyone,” he said as he parked. “There isn’t anyone ever, just to be clear.”

You mulled over his words as you stepped out of the car and accepted his hand, trading the warmth of the pocket for his palm. You kept hearing the insinuation echo with each step in the empty garage.

“Did you go out alone tonight?”

You shook your head. “Ana felt sick so she left. I should have gone with her.”

“So why did you stay?”

You weren’t ready to admit there was a slight hope you would see him so you just shrugged. It was Saturday night in Monaco and Jimmyz was the place to be - especially for a handsome, single man like Lando. You hadn’t wanted it to be this way though.

“I stopped going there after…a couple of months ago,” he said as he unlocked his door.

“Why? You loved that place.”

“I loved going with you,” he corrected. “I got to hold you and dance, show you off to everyone. When I went back, everyone just wanted to use me.”

You could imagine the women fawning over him and the men trying to be his next best friend. Sex or money, it was all they wanted from him.

“I’m sorry, Lan.”

“Lan,” he chuckled, following the light down the hall to his bedroom. The blanket was tossed aside and his charging cord was half hanging from the wall, a testament to how quickly he had left his bed to rescue you. “No one else calls me that anymore. It’s always Lando Norris, full name, so fucking weird. It’s Lando Norris getting out of his car. Oh, look, it’s Lando Norris scratching his nose.”

You laughed at his impersonation and sat at the edge of the bed. It was such an innocent thing but it brought back a million memories made in this room and he was seeing them all too as he stood frozen.

“Are you going to stand there all night, Lando Norris?”

His eyes traced your lips that mocked him before he shook his head of the thought that entered his head. Going to his wardrobe, he grabbed a loose shirt and tossed it to you before turning his back. “That’ll be more comfortable to sleep in than your dress.”

You laughed to yourself as he turned away, despite intimately knowing every inch of your body, until you found his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. His tortured eyes dared you to tell him to look away, but they begged you all the same. Maybe you were feeling grateful for the rescue, or maybe it was just an old habit that you held his gaze as you rose to your feet and let your dress fall to the floor with his hoodie.

His eyes darkened and he groaned, but the sound woke him up from his stupor. “I’ll go sleep on the couch.”

“Wait.” You took a step towards him as he stepped towards the door. “Please stay.”

He heard the fragility in your tone and the residual fear from the evening creeping back. He knew it was a bad idea but he couldn’t find the words to voice them as he gripped the door handle.

You watched his fingers release their tight hold before he nodded. “But please put the shirt on,” he pleaded as you tested his self restraint.

It was summer and the air still held warmth despite the early hour, but you dutifully pulled it over your head and climbed into the sheets. Lando waited until you were completely covered before he walked around to his side of the bed and curled up at the edge.

You both lay in silence, back to back, watching the shadows on the wall as the minutes ticked away. Lando was like a heat seeking missile and he was fighting an internal battle to keep from rolling over and curling his body around yours. You had always loved physical contact, it was comforting to be wrapped in his arms.

You knew he was awake and uncomfortable.

He knew you were awake and uncomfortable.

A few more minutes passed and you could no longer pretend he didn’t exist, or that you didn’t want the comfort he could give. “Lan?”

“Yeah?” His response was instant and you felt the bed shift as he rolled onto his back.

“Stop being weird and just cuddle me so we can get some sleep.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You giggled and reached blindly for him. “I am already.”

Your hand found his arm and he shimmied across the space until it curled around your waist. His knees tucked behind yours and his breath warmed your neck as he whispered, “I’m sorry. For everything. I know you hate me, but-”

“I don’t,” you interjected, twisting your neck to look at him in the dim light. “I did, I really did. But I don’t anymore.”

“You should. I hurt you so bad. I deserve your hate.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and looked away as you admitted aloud what you had known for a while. “I can’t hate you, Lan, not when I still love you.”

Lando froze still behind you and you weren’t sure if he was even breathing. “You still love me?” Disbelief, wonder, hope - it was so saturated in that question.

“I thought something terrible was going to happen to me tonight so I called you in case it was the last time I could. I didn’t want ‘I hate you’ to be my last words to you.”

Lando’s gut clenched at the thought and his arms tightened around you, crushing your back to his chest. “I wish you called sooner, I would come day or night to get you.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think you do,” he said sadly. “Every weekend for the past five months I wonder if you are out drinking and clubbing. I know it’s not my place, and I lost all right to know where you are, but I need to know you safe, sweetheart. It kills me to think that there might be someone else looking out for you, because that was my job. It should still be my job, to protect you, because I love you too. I never stopped loving you.”

You squirmed in his arms but they were too tight to move. “Lan, I need you to let go of me,” you murmured.

“I’ve tried, but I can’t. I can’t give up on us.”

“Lan.”

His breath was shaky but he released his tight grip on you, despite his desire to keep you close. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

He started to pull away but you finally had room to move and followed. “Lando! Come back, you muppet. I just wanted to see your face without breaking my neck,” you laughed.

He paused, a little from appearing between his brows. “Let go…oh…” His eyes lit up even in the dark room and he bundled you back into his arms. “Muppet is my word.”

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. “I stole it too, like your hoodies.”

“I was a muppet so you can have it this time.” He pulled back so he could find your eyes. “Where does this leave us?”

“You broke my trust.” You felt him deflate at the words. “But when I needed you, you came.”

“You called.”

Your chest felt light with emotion those two words brought and you combed your fingers into his dark curls. “I don’t know where this leaves us but what I do know is that I really want you to kiss me.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Now? Are you sure? It might just be the adrena-”

“Shut up and kiss me, Lan.”

He didn’t need to be told a third time.

[nyursi]

𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐑!ㅤpart one.

꒰ † ੭‎ㅤNSFW 18+ㅤ(MDNI)...  in a series of successful heists, the infamous cat burglar is finally caught and is left with the mercy of his victims to decide his fate.ㅤノㅤnot proofread.

ᡴꪫ‎ TODAY'S SPECIAL!ㅤdiluc, zhongli, heizou, (here, part one) alhaitham, dottore, and wriothesley (part two)!

WOULD YOU LIKE SPRINKLES? (っω=`)ㅤm!rdr, degradation, tummy bulge, biting, breeding, impact play, petnames, hair-pulling, public sex, and more.

                 ㅤ ⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝

THE DARK NIGHT HERO'S NEW QUOTA...

featuring impact play, hair pulling, exhibitionism, (semi) public sex, and diluc.

killing slimes and dealing with drunkards both day and night quickly became a boring routine for diluc. but he finds such creatures easier to deal with more than a certian eye-patch wearing man.

so when he hears of the burglar who causes trouble nation after nation, finally arrived in mondstadt, diluc can't deny his curiosity.

the name he made for himself was quite odd, never actually thinking a cat burglar would come to life. but life has its ways. and in the nature of life, it's only normal to take hold of this situation. diluc deserves a break anyway.

and now here he is; thrusting relentlessy into the warm heat of the damned 'cat burglar' who attempted to rob him. wanton whines of different octaves escaped your drooling lips, and claws extracted to find purchase on the cobble walls of diluc's manor.

"dumb boy, who were you trying to fool?" your sensitive ears twitched when diluc spoke so close—even more when he grazed his teeth light as a feather against them. "n- no one!" you whined, wiggling your hips.

a tip too tempting to ignore was given to you a while back, claiming that the house ragnvindr had riches to spare for little ol' you. too bad that mister diluc had a tip himself, though much more eye catching and valueable. as half of the mondstadt ladies would fume with jealousy, wishing it was them being split apart by diluc's cock. and not some nimble cat eared boy.

your eyes welled with tears when a stern hand yanked on the hair from your scalp, eliciting a humiliating moan.

god, everything about him is so... big!

from diluc's reputation, wealth, to his physical attributes, diluc as a whole was domineering.

cheeks flushed an embarassing red when your eyes met his, and your tail swished out of your control. "pl- please... 'm close!" such desperate pleads fell on deaf ears, as diluc had no intention to listen to your words.

he counted mentally, giving you time to shut up. and when you didn't stop your dumb begging?

"ahn!~" your eyes widened when a harsh smack landed on your ass, causing your whole body to jolt forward. diluc took ahold of your temporary weakness, and forced your chest to meet the cold stone wall.

with your hard nipples and swollen cock rubbing on such an odd texture, the pleasure of it all caused you to near an orgasm. "you moan so sweetly," diluc grunted, planting his hands on your hips roughly.

"it could compete with the grapes in this yard."

oh yes. was it too embarassing to mention that you never managed to sneak in his manor at all? what was a stupid kitty like you doing anyway, wearing a suspicious cloak and prowling about diluc's courtyard.

he seized you then and there.

it's too bad a 'skilled' burglar like you was caught before your plan was in action.

"but unless you want to get caught, i suggest you tone it down." your eyes fogged with lust as diluc shoved his fingers down your throat, coating them with your saliva.

then you came. harshly. your cum splat against the wall, and rubbed against your skin as diluc went faster. course, your little cock was still between your body and the stone, forcing you to take the pleasure that hurt.

diluc soon followed, covering your insides with a creamy white, one that you wanted inside you forever.

one thing you knew now; no money in diluc's manor would ever compare to the treasure below his belt.

                 ㅤ ⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝

RE-AWAKENING OF THE GEO ARCHON...

featuring biting, breeding, double penetration, frottage(?), and zhongli (but morax).

it was no secret that the geo archon was the scariest of all. but with his charming looks, you somehow thought a similar personality would follow.

oh how wrong you were.

"please morax, have mercy on me!" you landed on your knees, body quivering as you felt morax's cold stare upon you.

he tsked, shaking his head. "weak mortals like you shouldn't be making the decision here." morax cooed at you with pity, running his rough palms over the top of your head.

an accident it was, really. for you to stumble upon his abode—and bask your greedy eyes to the glory of his shining hoarde. a large pile of gold and other trinkets was enough for you to trudge forward and grab an armful of wealth.

with your mind focused on the heavy riches you were carrying, your feline ears couldn't hear the heavy footsteps of this hoard's owner.

you were one of the unlucky few, as this den was ruled by the geo archon himself. morax.

"are you defective? surely these little ears of yours are much more sensitive than that of a humans." he mused, eyeing your trembling body.

an uncontrolled whimper broke your silence. morax was scary, definitely! but he was far too mean for your liking. but you had no choice other than to pray that he would forgive you.

"well," he started. anticipation built every second, and you were hung on his every word. "there is one way you could repent."

and here you were; laid limp in his arms. boneless as you eyed his large dicks, both erect and leaking. rubbing against your hole. you attempted to look away, but morax quickly took ahold of your jaw.  "don't look away, this is your own doing, boy."

morax nipped on your ear, making you yelp. "oh don't whine, that was nothing compared to this."

in a split second, one had slid in entirely, leaving not a single inch uncovered. he was buried to the hilt. and you were full. morax wasted no time and quickly began to find rhythm, while you haven't even adjusted to his size.

"a-ah! wait please!-" it was an odd yet pleasing sensation, morax's cock rubbed against places you've never touched before, making you see celestia. "m-moraaaaaaax!~"

uncontrollable tears dripped down your red cheeks when his other dick was forced against yours. he wrapped his hand against both, and began moving it up and down. squeezing your heats within his palm.

the size difference between you two made him laugh; saying something about 'it barely counted as a cock, and how it resembles a pathetic pussy instead.'

your hips twitched, mind reeling. mouth wide open yet no sound escaped when you felt air breeze on your leaking tip once again, as well as the similar pressure against your hole.

morax bit your shoulder, and at the same time he sunk you down on both of his cocks. "i knew it, a boy like you was made for this."

he plowed upwards and his hands brought you downwards, kissing your prostate in a harsh and quick manner, like he wanted you to orgasm quickly. "gh!- gonna... gonna cum!"

eyes squeezed shut and toes curled, cum spurted out and landed on your face. but morax didn't stop. not until he fucked you full.

"you're gonna be a pretty kitty knocked up," he said, taking an arm beneath your knees and forcing them to your ears. "pregnant with my eggs."

"i'll breed you again and again," morax grunted, in a final thrust his cum quickly flooded your insides. "until you learn not to steal."

it's a shame you can't get pregnant. but no worries, morax will make you feel like you could!

                 ㅤ ⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝

A DETECTIVE'S LUCKY LEAD...

featuring orgasm denial/ruined orgasm, dry humping, face fucking, and heizou.

you were a bit too confident in your abilities. it's not your fault! all of your previous heists were succesful, but it did make you believe you were untouchable.

so you didn't think twice sending a hint of your location to inazumas detective. not like he was gonna find you anyway.

that's what you believed.

and how wrong you were.

"what? didn't think i'd believe your little trick? with a slimy cat like you as my target, i have to take every given opportunity." heizou sighed, as if he was disappointed in you.

currently, he had you pinned with your back to the wall of some random abandoned building.

"you really had me stressed, you know? what do you have to say for yourself, kitty?" he looked into your eyes, smirking when you couldn't answer.

you were ashamed. even more so when shikanonin had begun to grind against you, your clothed cocks twitching with pleasure from the friction. "mmngh..." your eyes averted to the ground.

heizou grabbed you by the thighs, bringing you up. in a quick reaction, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist. this allowed him to grind i to you harsher, hips moving in a tandem. "i can feel a wet patch down there, what a slut you are. i bet you dreamed of getting caught!"

"no! i-i didn't!" you shook your head violently, tearing up from both his mean words and thrusting. to prevent any moans to leak out—you bit your lip.

with every second that passed by, your erection quickly fought against the tightness of your pants. "aww, you're hard?" heizou cooed, flicking the tip of your cock.

"ahn!~" you flinched when he continued his assault on your dick, non-stop flicking and slapping, causing your back to arch from the wall. "he-heizoou! nooo!" mindless babbles with tears in your eyes from the painful pleasure, a shiver of pleasure ran down your spine.

but as quick as that feeling came, it quickly went as well. you were left heaving from the ruined orgasm, tail curling around heizou's arm.

"stop whining, naughty cat burglars like you don't deserve to cum." you heard the sound of a zipper being undone, as well as fabric falling to the floor. "but if you're really thaaat desperate,"

he paused.

the detective grabbed the top of your head, and forced your face against his bulge. "then suck, like a good kitty."

with a determined fevor— you suckled on the delicious bulge through his boxers. soon taking his hung cock out, and wasting no time taking it into your mouth.

you slurped, and hollowed out your cheeks, using your tongue to trace every vein down heizou's impressive shaft. but he was too big. you had barely taken in half of it! and that wouldn't do.

"you really are useless, aren't you?" heizou sighed and took matters into his own hands (literally.) he grabbed the back of your head, and pushed his hips forward. making you swallow the whole thing.

"mngh!" the both of you grunted, heizou sighed out in pleasure, feeling his cock head reach the back of your throat.

the waterworks flooded when he began to thrust in and out. you felt the heaviness of his dick on your tongue everytime he moved, and archons was it amazing. hearing heizou moan and even whimper because of your mouth sent butterflies to your stomach, and you wanted more.

so despite the trouble you had breathing, you pushed on to bring the detective to his orgasm.

work hard to get the delicious, savory, creamy, and rich milk from heizou! it'll cure your sore throat right away.

vanillaclaws 2024.ㅤdo not repost.

[padmespetal]

casual — bruce wayne

synopsis: you were the voice in his ear, the shadow behind the screen, the one who stayed when the city chewed him up and spat him out. but you were never his. he was never yours.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: just angst </3

note: heavily inspired by the song of chappel roan, again english is NOT my first language so sorry if there are any mistakes! Again I used a pic of bale batman but you can imagine really any version of bruce you want. I enjoyed writing this little piece hope you enjoy reading 🤍

You and Bruce weren’t exactly in a relationship.

You didn’t know what you were, really. Partners in… crime? No, that wasn’t right.

You weren’t criminals, and you weren’t his equal in the field. You weren’t his lover, either, despite the nights spent tangled together in the dark.

You were just there. A presence in the cave, a voice in his ear. A necessity, maybe, but never something more.

It hadn’t always been like this.

You had been a detective in the GCPD, filling in for Gordon while he recovered from an injury—one he’d sustained on one of his evening patrols with Batman.

You hadn’t trusted the masked vigilante at first. A man dressed as a bat fighting crime in the dead of night? It all sounded ridiculous. Borderline insane.

And yet, somehow, he had proven you wrong.

He’d saved your life. You’d saved his. That had been the turning point, the moment when your worlds became entangled in a way you never anticipated.

He’d bled out in front of you, the infamous Bat crumbling to the floor, and in the frantic rush to keep him alive, you discovered the truth: Bruce Wayne was Batman.

At the time, it hadn’t even registered. The billionaire playboy façade was so far removed from the bleeding, broken man before you that it barely mattered.

All that mattered was keeping him breathing. You’d tried—and failed—to drive the Batmobile before fumbling for his phone and calling the only contact he had labeled as ‘Emergency.’

Alfred Pennyworth.

You hadn’t thought about the strangeness of it all until hours later, when Bruce was stable in the Batcave and you were left sitting in the cold, damp silence, staring at the cowl he had carelessly discarded.

That was how it started. How you became his.

Not in the way you wanted. Never in the way you wanted.

You were the voice in his ear, the one watching through the high-tech lenses embedded in his cowl, the one guiding him through the streets of Gotham from the shadows of the Batcave.

He never said it, but you knew he relied on you. Needed you, in a way. But not enough. Never enough.

Tonight had been like any other night.

Bruce had intercepted a mugging, left the thugs broken and whimpering in a dark alley, and now he was prowling through a warehouse rumored to be a hub of criminal activity.

You were in your usual seat, shrouded in dim light, eyes locked onto the monitors displaying his every move.

Then she appeared.

“Fancy seeing you here, Batman.”

The voice was unmistakable. Sharp, sultry, carrying the kind of confidence you could never quite master. The moment Bruce turned, his lenses scanned her features and displayed the name you already knew by heart.

Selina Kyle.

Catwoman.

Your stomach twisted as the sleek silhouette of her body came into view, wrapped in that infamous leather suit.

The pointed cat ears, the glint of mischief in her eyes—she was perfect, in a way that made you feel painfully ordinary.

Bruce grunted something in response, but you weren’t really listening. Your mind was caught in an endless loop, analyzing every interaction, every glance exchanged between them. You knew their history. Everyone did.

The bat and the cat.

She stepped closer.

Your breath caught.

You told yourself you were imagining it, that you were just seeing things through the distorted, blue-tinted lens of the cowl’s feed. But then it happened—

She kissed him.

It wasn’t a long, drawn-out affair. Just a brief press of lips. But it was enough.

You felt your chest tighten. A stupid, irrational reaction.

Pull yourself together.

You forced a breath out, clearing your throat as you leaned back in your chair, trying to appear casual. Trying to be casual.

“Well,” you said, feigning indifference. “Care to introduce me to your lady friend one day?”

Bruce barely spared you a glance. “She’s not my friend.”

“Oh.” You let out a humorless chuckle. “Then whatever she is.”

He didn’t respond. Just moved forward, deeper into the warehouse, his focus shifting back to the mission.

Your fingers clenched around the edge of the desk.

Right. The mission. That was all that mattered.

You swallowed down the bitterness rising in your throat and forced yourself back into the rhythm of things.

It should’ve been easy—you’d spent months perfecting the art of detachment, training yourself not to expect more than what Bruce was willing to give.

But something about tonight felt different.

The silence stretched between you, heavier than before. You spoke only when necessary, feeding him intel in clipped, mechanical sentences. And Bruce—Bruce noticed.

He always noticed.

The warehouse turned out to be a dead end. By the time dawn was creeping over the horizon, you were already halfway out the door, eager to escape before you did something stupid.

But then—

“Wait.”

You froze.

Bruce’s voice, still rough from the night, still filtered through the comms, stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Stay,” he said. Blunt. Direct.

And you knew what he meant.

You had done this dance before.

Batman was just a man, and men had needs. Carnal needs.

And when the weight of the city grew too heavy, when his demons clawed at his throat, he turned to you. Not out of love, not even out of affection, but because you were convenient.

And maybe, for a time, that had been enough.

But not anymore.

You closed your eyes, inhaling sharply. “No. Not tonight.”

A beat of silence.

Then—

“Maybe you can go find Selina.”

The words left your lips before you could stop them, laced with something sharp, something you couldn’t swallow down fast enough.

Bruce scoffed. Not angry, just exasperated.

“You need to let this go.” His voice was clipped, impatient, like he was reprimanding a child.

And that—that—was what did it.

Your jaw tightened. “Good night, Bruce.”

You didn’t wait for a response. You tore the earpiece out, slammed the monitor off, and grabbed your things with shaking hands. You were done.

Alfred met you at the entrance of the Batcave, ever the picture of quiet understanding.

His gaze flickered over your face, taking in the unshed tears clinging to your lashes, and in a rare show of restraint, he said nothing.

Because he knew.

Of course he knew.

You left without another word.

And when Bruce returned to the cave hours later, peeling off the cowl with the same stoic expression he always wore, Alfred was already waiting for him.

The older man said nothing at first. Just set down a cup of tea with deliberate slowness, watching as Bruce methodically stripped off his gear.

Then, finally—

“Was it worth it, sir?”

Bruce didn’t look up. “Don’t start, Alfred.”

But Alfred only sighed.

“I do wonder, Master Wayne… how many times must you push away the ones who truly care for you before you realize you’re running out of people to come back to?”

Bruce stiffened.

For a moment, the cave was silent.

“She was never mine to begin with.”

A pause. A flicker of something in his expression, something unreadable.

Alfred shook his head. “No, sir. But you were hers.”

And Bruce said nothing.

Because they both knew it was true.

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[madamadamiu]

wrecker kitties for your consideration :)?

Rotorstorm is terrified of goose

Kup I had the most fun w here. and Springer. I think probably Prowl donated Springer to whoever is taking care of these fellas, Kup adopted Springer. He snuggles him so much he has to get put in the wash sometimes and that very much upsets Kup. Kup is also just a really cute name for a cat I think

It was between springer, kup, and impactor to be the human caretaker but i still haven't decided. honestly if anyone it'll be springer but i'm letting him wear cat ears i think. him or verity carlo. potentially I considered prowl or even tarantulas too. streetwise and arcee were also involved with the wreckers at one point i could use them. verity carlo feels like a good option but i think she'd more-so be a volunteer than a primary caretaker.

do not separate

the one i'm really not all that proud of is pyro mainly in the color department. everyone else i'm rather proud of.

Oughhhghhhghh the Wrecker kitties…. Springer being a stuffed animal is so smart for Kup is so cute😭😭😭💚 Impactor looks like he would chew on table corners /pos. 10/10 no notes.

[coquettefrancaise]

the other woman

by Lana Del Rey

pair: Azriel x Reader ~ 1.9k

warnings: fluff, a few sexual references, one enormous cat lol

summary: after being mated for nearly a decade, Azriel has kept a huge secret of special females in his life from you… and they're not a part of the inner circle

Normally you didn’t like to poke fun at outward appearances but you just had to make an exception for the figure standing in front of you. You could come up with a few apt descriptions for it: fat, chunky, sturdy, well-fed… enormous. The latter seemed to fit perfectly. 

You’d been tending to your garden when you heard a soft meow. Sitting just outside the picket fence of your property was an enormous siamese cat. Incandescent blue eyes watched your every move with an intense, albeit bored, gaze. 

Standing and brushing off your outdoor trousers, you approached the cat with careful steps. It simply watched, unamused with your caution. “Why hello there kitty,” you cooed, hand outreached. 

Azriel had taught you long ago that you should wait for animals to approach you to avoid having their claws sunken in your skin. The same also went for strange males. 

So you waited. And waited. 

Apparently this cat, who appeared to have eaten multiple other cats, wished to test your patience as its eyes flickered from your hand to your face. Almost mockingly. 

You rolled your eyes and searched for something within reach that might lure it closer when you remembered something. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out a wrinkled bag of dried apricot, forgotten in the back of your mind as you pulled weeds and prepared the soil for planting. 

The cat’s ears perked up at the crinkling of the bag and you smirked.

You tore a smaller piece of apricot off and got into position once more. To your unsurprise, the cat prowled, or rather sashayed, to your offering, nipping it from your fingers before nosing your palm for more. 

“Greedy little shit,” you huffed under your breath before giving it another and another until it was practically purring on your lap. Your hand petted over its soft fur, warmed from being under the springtime sun as you clicked your tongue affectionately. “Would you like to meet my husband? He might be a little intimidating at first but I assure you he’s a sweetheart under all his gruff.”

The cat continued purring in response so you scooped her into your arms, along with the half-eaten bag of dried apricots to satiate her if needs be, and headed inside. “Who needs Valkyrie training when I could carry you all day?”

Once inside, you took off the gardening hat Elain had given you for a Solstice gift one year. She’d been the one to teach you how to maintain soil best and which season was best to grow what. Before her help, you had never managed to keep a succulent alive, despite it being the ‘easiest plant to take care of’. You called bullshit. But now you were a proud owner of not one but two! garden boxes.

On slow days like this where you and Azriel had no social or work obligations, you enjoyed either having your hand buried in soil or your nose buried in a book. Azriel would keep to his study, unable to disregard centuries of overworking, or he’d annoy you. Which would end with either his hand or head up your skirts. Who were you to complain? 

You forewent washing your hands, not wanting to let go of the behemoth of a cat in your arms, and you strode directly for the study, pushing it open to reveal your mate in all his glory. 

Even though you’d been mated for nearly a decade, every time you saw him your heart sped and your tummy fluttered with butterflies. He was signing reports, raven hair falling over his furrowed tan brow. “Brought a visitor, my love?” His midnight voice caressed your ears despite not looking up. 

You caught sight of a dark wisp racing from your shoe to his shoulder. Sometimes you forgot he kept tabs on you ‘for safety and protection’ he once told you. To some it may seem a violation of privacy but if it eased Azriel’s worries over you then you were fine with it. Besides, you’ve come to adore the tendrils of darkness. 

You hauled the cat further up in your arms, grunting with the effort. “This enormous creature was prowling about my gardens, in search of something to eat, no doubt.”

Azriel finally straightened and blinked. “Shadow is always hungry, as you can tell.” He motioned to her excessive pouch. 

You gaped. “Shadow?”

He got to his feet and crossed to where you stood, the scent of night-chilled mist and cedar clouded your senses. One of his large scarred hands stroked the cat, Shadow, with a confusing familiarity. 

“I forget that I don’t need to keep secrets from you after spending my entire life doing so with everyone else around me.” He confessed sheepishly, hazel eyes connecting with yours. 

“First question: if this cat is named Shadow, then what are the names of your actual shadows?”

He shrugged, the shadows in question wreathing his broad shoulders and the tips of his wings which protruded from his back. One strayed, curling around the nape of your neck. “They became angry with me the first time I referred to them as one entity so I’ve thrown out dozens of names with no direct association to one exact wisp.” He explained coolly. 

You giggled at that. “Your enemies would quake in their boots if they heard how sympathetic and fair you are with your shadows which have been known to choke men out from the inside, you know?”

A corner of his lip turned up. “They wouldn’t be quite so scared if they saw the way my shadows cuddle up next to my wife in the early hours of the day.”

“I suppose not.” Pink dusted your cheeks and you cleared your throat. “Back to the matter at hand. The cat.” I lifted my arms for emphasis. “How long have you been seeing her behind my back?”

Azriel plucked her from your arms, cradling her to his chest as if he’d done so a hundred times. “Oh, this old lady? She’s been in my life longer than you have, my love. I believe she might be older than me as well.”

“She’s probably as old as she weighs.”

He snorts at that amusedly. “Where’d you find her?”

“I told you, she was scouring my garden for food. I gave her some dried apricot and lured her into my arms. She is quite a stink, you know?”

“It’s the breed.” He informed you, petting his knuckle under her chin to which she melted further into him. Growing strangely jealous, you glared at her. Azriel noticed this with a chuckle and sent a fresh wave of love and amusement down the bond. “Jealous over a cat, my love?”

Insufferable male. 

“I heard that.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes. Insufferable mating bond. “Why don’t you just tell me how you know this cat. And why the hell is it so fat?” you snarked. 

A rare smile tugged at his lips. He leaned in close to brush them against the shell of your ear, sending shockwaves of pleasure down your spine. “No other creature could compare to you, darling mate. The way you squeeze my co-”

You silenced him with a hand clamped over his mouth, to which his eyes crinkled at. He pulled back before reaching a hand for yours. “I’m going to take you someplace only I know of.”

You press into his side and hesitantly. “I swear if it’s our room…” you warned. Soon the room around you disappears into darkness and then you’re in the backyard of Rosehall, Azriel’s mother’s cottage. You glance around, confused as to what he has to show you here. 

He tugs you towards the small shed in the corner of the yard, ivy growing along the stone walls and wooden door chipped from years of use. When you’d asked about this structure his mother had referred to it as her storage. You’d never been inside until now. 

Inside the surprisingly spacious shed were over a dozen cats. 

“Oh my gods,” you breathed, 

Azriel set down the enormous cat in his arms and she immediately strode to a tall scratching post, growling at any cat in her way. You couldn’t help but snicker at her asserted dominance. 

You looked to your husband, who you thought you knew everything about, and raised your brows for an explanation. 

He raked a hand through his hair and leaned his back against the doorframe. “About two centuries ago I was here, visiting my mother, when I had a little visitor come to my windowsill. I convinced mother to allow her to stay and so she fed her cream and treats everyday, spoiling the creature. That was Shadow. As you can see, she’s been used to the princess treatment and hugely fond of the food. Since then, I’d been on and off missions at the time and it seemed that every time I was away a new one would follow me. I couldn’t just leave them in those horrible places, so I brought them each here. It appears that I’m some sort of…”

“Pussy magnet.” You supplied before you burst into laughter. 

Azriel chucked a finger under your chin. “So it’s alright if you make jokes about that but not me? Besides, you fell victim as well, might I remind you.”

Heat flamed your cheeks and you snapped your teeth at his fingers. Damn him. 

He only smiled before continuing his story, “Anyway,” he gave you a pointed look to which you raised your hands in defence, “I built this shed for them and Shadow is basically their superior, as she’d prefer it to be put.”

"Big Sister, huh?" you nodded as you took in all the cats lounging about, a couple brushing their bodies against your legs. Although they were quite plump, none even came close to the enormity of Shadow.

How endearing, you thought as you practically melted on the spot. Surely no one would take a look at this six-foot something Illyrian male, with literal weaponized shadows at his beck and call, and peg him for someone who would adopt stray cats.

“You surprise me every single day, shadowsinger.” You looped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so your nose could rest against his. 

“In a good way I hope.” He whispered, fingers digging into your hips as he tugged you impossibly closer. 

You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Only ever in a good way.”

Before he could respond, a loud meow broke your moment. Glancing down, Shadow was at your feet, watching you both expectantly. You looked at Azriel once more, meeting his eyes, and you both giggled. 

“Hungry?” you inquired as you fished out the apricots once again, giving her a full one. One by one, the other cats sidled up to you, sniffing at your treat. “I’m not entirely sure I’ve enough to go around.”

Azriel walked over to a carpet covered armoire, probably used as a scratching post, and opened it to reveal that it was stocked with cat food. “That’s where that portion of money disappears to.” You click your tongue. 

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m still getting used to sharing all my truths with someone. I swear that after this I’ll do better.”

You pull his face down to pepper kisses on it. “I completely understand. You have so many enemies and so much to protect. If I were in your shoes I’d be just as guarded. And, if anything, it can’t be as bad as Cassian hiding his submissive kink from Nesta until he called her ‘mommy’ at that one family dinner.”

“Actually…”

author's note: this is an ode to my own fat cat <3 Jajeet... this one is for you!

I've admired this fandom for as long as I've had Tumblr, so over two years, and I've thought about writing for it and building a camaraderie with the talented artists I've read from so here I am, with my meager offering :)

divider credit: cafekitsune

[serensho]

How Bad Do U Want Me?

A/N: is this the result of me being sleep deprived and yearning? well, yes! Hopefully someone can enjoy this, and this was heavily inspired by Lady Gaga’s how bad do u want me from her new album, Mayhem. Have a great day/night and please let me know if you liked it, want more of this, or more invincible content! I love this show and this song and was thinking reader was like a cat woman/black cat to mark grayson’s invincible, so if he’s OOC, I apologize! Also, fem!reader, some fluff, angst, and a little smutty if you squint!!

WC: 708

The windows are open. That’s the first thing Mark notices as he flies to your bedroom and peers in, seeing your lights are still on. It’s as though your bedroom is a lighthouse, the calm in the storm as he hovers, watching you. You’re sat at your desk, typing, no doubt working on a paper or assignment for a class. He hesitates as he comes closer to your bedroom window before finally calling out.

You whip your head around before sighing in relief, smiling at his appearance.

“I don’t know if anyone’s told you this, but it’s really not cool to sneak up on a girl like this.”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously as he enters through the window, taking his mask and goggles off, placing them haphazardly on your nightstand.

“Maybe once or twice. I missed you.”

You walk toward him and place your hands around his neck.

“Aww, you missed me? I think you’re turning soft, Invincible.”

He scoffs as he places his hands around your waist, pulling you closer until he rests his head against yours.

”Maybe. But I know you like it.”

You sigh in his embrace and rub his back comfortingly.

“Yeah. I do. But there’s something I like a little more.”

”And what’s that?” He asks as he looks at you, sensing the darkening look in your eyes as you move to sit on your bed.

“Let me show you.”

You pull him next to you, and then your lips meet his. The only sound in the room is your mouths moving against one another as his hands trail along your body, shifting until you end up on top of him as he lays his head down against your pillows. You grind your hips against his as he rolls his own in time with your own movements. He helps take your shirt off and sits back in awe.

“I’ll never get tired of these baby.”

You roll your eyes teasingly and pull him into another kiss. Your lips smack as you help him out of the top of his own suit, hands roaming over his chest. You lean down and suck a mark onto his collarbone.

Mark whimpers, smiling as he says, “Be a good girl for me tonight.”

”Oh, come on. I know you like when I’m bad.”

He rolls on top of you, pinning your hands together above your head. He pulls you into another searing kiss and as he pulls away you look at him lovingly.

You moan loudly which Mark swallows with another kiss, not pulling away this time until you’re panting. He sucks and licks, teasing you, and as he nips your ear you turn your head away and giggle.

“Mmmm, Mark. We can’t go any further.”

A perplexed look crosses his face, a frown gracing his handsome features.

“What? Why?” He lets go of his grip on your hands, looking down at you in complete confusion.

You pull yourself up as he rolls next to you, whispering into his ear, “It’s time to wake up Mark.”

He laughs, a failed attempt to lighten the mood.

“What are you talking about?”

“Wake up.”

“Mark, wake up! What’s going on in there?”

He wakes up groggily, feeling around until he realizes…right.

“One second, Mom!”

He tugs on a shirt, and sweatpants, opening the door and seeing his mom waiting expectantly.

“You slept in late today? Everything alright?”

“Y-Yeah. Sorry. Just had a late night last night.”

Debbie sighs and apologizes as she explains, “I know you got in late, I’m sorry honey. It’s terrible how that hero wannabe Nightshade is prowling around, as though she’s helping anybody.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m just gonna take it easy today.”

Mark closes the door, sighing in relief. That—that dream, it was just that. A dream. It couldn’t mean anything really, could it? No, no surely it couldn’t. After all, like his mom said, you’re some new sort of vigilante, and according to Cecil, a public nuisance only helping others when it benefited you. But still, some part of him deep down wonders, maybe you could be like the girl he remembers in high school. A good girl, a girl that isn’t so bad.

[yandere-wishes]

Idea, what if Catgirl!Darling/Reader was called Stray at some point or something and was like Selina’s sidekick at some point, so like Damian can tell Bruce he found a stray and oh it’s just another cat- that is a human

I don’t know, I’m on cough syrup cause I’m sick rn and my thoughts are all wonky

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Bruce doesn't think much of it at first, after all his son has always had a penchant for taking in lost, stray, things.

He ascribes it, to genetics, to lineal impulses, to the macabre compassion pumping in his blood.

It's all very Wayne to bring home anguished, ferocious, things. To devote slivers of your soul to every hopeless little thing prowling the Gotham streets.

Bruce doesn't think much of it at first.

Damian had said he had brought home a stray

There was nothing unusual to think about.

But then he sees her, really sees her, the mangled girl with hellfire dancing in her sunken eyes. More cat than girl, more feline than human.

He notices the limp in her leg when she lunges for Damian. Notices her shaking hands when she tries to strangle the boy who only kisses her back. Licking at her lips as his nails dig into the back of her thighs. She claws at his chest. Little kitten trying to kill the robin. So Selina in every way.

Bruce didn't think much of it at first,

He's beginning to realize that was a mistake.

Damian kisses your neck, biting into the crux, nestling your sweet flesh between his teeth, he laps at the skin as you mewl in pain, claw-like nails raking at what little skin is exposed at the base of his neck. A dark chuckle escapes Damian's mouth, it sounds like the chirping of an arrogant robin upon first snowfall. It rings bitterly in your ears. He's enjoying this, isn't he? The little assassin boy may play noble hero, but he'll never escape his roots, his love for the pain, the thrill.

You curse silently at the monstrosity born from the unholy union between the dragon's heir and the bat. Curse at the characters from the stories your mentor, your big sister, used to tell you. When did they become so real? When did fairy tales marry epics and birth horror stories? When did the bird catch the cat?

Damian has your arms pinned painfully behind you, shoulders pulled back unnaturally, bones slipping from their sockets. His lips lower to your chest, kissing, biting, marring.

"Damian, when you said 'stray' I had thought you meant a hungry kitten you found in a back ally or a limping pup from the Narrows. Not Stray, as in the cat burglar."

Damian's emerald eyes lightened in confusion "What part was not clear Father?" his inquiry all too innocent for the boy who had been knawing on your sore lips moments prior. There's a moment of silence, as Bruce looks at you, studying you like a case file, like a cold case cracked open. You wonder if he sees her inside you. The traces of your mentor linger along your body like a second skin. Has he done the same for his sons? Left traces of himself amongst their flesh and bones.

You think it funny for a second, the cartoonish vision that blooms within your mind. That of a bat harboring four little chicks under its midnight wings, atop a mighty oak tree. Whilst underneath a black cat licks her kittens, fussing over their matted fur.

"I see the chemistry brewing between you two," Bruce says his voice carrying the stern baritone of a father, yet awkward and uncertain all in the same breath. "This isn't chemistry" you squeal, voice hoarse from all the screaming, all the uncomfortable vocalizations of pain. "This is phosphorous meeting ozone!"

"That's still technically chemistry" Damian corrects, hands clasped behind his back. Perfect little soldier boy, standing in attention. Waiting for a medal from his general.

Bruce sighs, a microscopic smile dancing across his plump lips.

"I'll let Selina know you're here, she must be worried." Your face lights up in joy, she'll be here soon to rescue you. To save you from the bat's nest. But as Damian pushes you to the nearest wall, caging you between his body and the cement, you think it all too impossible to be saved.

Bruce doesn't think much of it at first.

But he sees it all now.

Damian has always had a weakness for stray things.

He gets it from his father.

I feel like I can make this just a tiny bit darker if I really wanted to...

On a lighter note, Fancy you are my bestie so Imma rant to you for a bit (please don't mind this has been on my mind FOREVER and I need an outlet!!) But lately -in between train rides to school- I've been daydreaming SO hard about a "Catwoman Family" (and a "Batwoman family" cause Kate is the love of my life, but that's irrelevant for now!!)

Like we all know Batman has 4 sons and 3 daughters (I count barbara as his first daughter) but what about Catwoman? Doesn't she deserve a family of her own? Catgirl is my running idea for her sidekick BUT when you mentioned Stray!! I was like "Why not give the woman two daughters!!".

I'm really trying to carve out some time this weekend for drawing. And just sketch out my ideas for Catwoman and Batwoman's sidekicks!!

[chrissssssmut]

hi do you take request? ive been feeling something with winter’s latest teaser photos of her with one dude and black dude so im thinking maybe u can come up with something, will appreciate it if this goes considered. <33

MAKE ME YOURS

Winter x 2 Male OCs

AN: Had to do this one first since I'm a sucker for this Winter (Winter in general XD)

The lighting in the apartment was warm and low — not romantic, but lazy. It was nearing midnight, but none of you looked tired. Winter was sprawled across the loveseat in the middle of your living room, hair wild and curled, glowing in that burnt orange lamp-light like something out of a fever dream. Her tight cropped top clung to her like a second skin, showing off smooth curves, a peek of toned stomach, and chains dangling from her hips.

She was chewing on a lollipop.

And staring.

At both of you.

Jae leaned back on the couch beside Minho, whispering, “She’s been doing that all night, right? The looks, the... licking?”

Minho didn’t even look away. “Bro, she’s practically eye-fucking us. At this point, I think the lollipop’s just for show.”

Winter smirked like she’d heard them.

She stood, real slow, walking over to the couch like a cat on the prowl. Her platform boots clicked on the floor. One hand on her hip, the other popped the lollipop from her mouth — lips wet, tongue sliding over the candy before she tossed it into the trash behind her without looking.

“I’m bored,” she said. “And horny.”

Jae blinked. “You don’t really ease into that, do you?”

Winter turned to him, eyes dark, lips curling. “You want me to pretend I don’t notice the way you both keep looking at me like you want to ruin me?”

Minho chuckled low. “And what if we do?”

“Then stop being cowards,” Winter breathed, climbing into Jae’s lap in one fluid motion, knees on either side of him. “And take what you want.”

Her fingers ran down his chest, dragging over the front of his jeans. Jae’s breath hitched.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” she whispered against his ear. “You. Him. At the same time. Stuffing me full. One cock in my mouth while the other’s buried so deep I can’t even think.”

Jae’s mouth parted, heat crawling up his spine.

Minho leaned forward, voice husky. “You talk like you’re the one in control.”

Winter looked over her shoulder and smirked. “Am I not?”

In one sudden movement, Minho grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back onto his lap instead.

Winter gasped, a flash of excitement in her eyes. “Oh? You’re gonna do something now?”

Minho’s hands roamed under her top. “You keep teasing like that and we’re not stopping till you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“I’m counting on it,” she purred.

Jae stood and pulled off his shirt, breathing hard. “Bedroom?”

“No,” Winter said, licking her lips as she slid off Minho’s lap and knelt between them. “Right here. I want the couch. Want you both where I can feel you.”

She undid Jae’s pants first, tongue darting out when his cock sprang free — thick and already hard. She gave it a few slow strokes before turning to Minho and doing the same, giggling when she saw he was even harder.

“You both taste so different,” she whispered, flicking her tongue up Minho’s shaft while stroking Jae. “Bet you feel even better inside.”

Minho growled. “Quit teasing.”

Winter took Jae’s cock into her mouth first — slowly, tongue swirling, eyes locked onto him. He hissed, head falling back as her mouth worked up and down with wet, hungry slurps. Just when he started to twitch, she popped off him and turned to Minho.

Her mouth stretched around him too, deeper this time, both hands stroking the other cock while she sucked. It was obscene. Saliva dripped from her chin, moans muffled around thick cock.

“Fuck, she’s good,” Jae groaned, his hand in her curls.

Winter finally pulled off, breathless and flushed. “I need more. Now.”

They didn’t hesitate.

Minho stood and bent her over the couch, tugging her pants down to reveal a soaked black thong. He groaned at the sight.

“Look at you,” he muttered. “Dripping already?”

“Been dripping since I walked in,” Winter gasped.

Jae came up in front of her, cock in hand. “You sure about this?”

Winter met his gaze with a wild smile. “Fucking wreck me.”

Minho pulled her thong aside and sank into her pussy from behind — slow at first, then all the way, hips slapping against her ass.

Winter cried out, hands clinging to the back of the couch.

“Holy fuck—Minho—yes—”

Jae fed his cock into her mouth again, and she sucked greedily, muffled moans vibrating through him as Minho pounded into her from behind.

“God, you feel good,” Minho grunted. “So tight, baby.”

Winter was dripping everywhere, stuffed between the two of them — saliva running down Jae’s shaft, slick coating Minho’s thighs.

She whimpered when they paused.

“Switch,” Jae said. “I want her.”

Winter didn’t even complain — just turned around, climbing onto Jae’s lap, guiding his cock into her soaked pussy and grinding down hard.

“Fuck yes—” she gasped. “Fill me—don’t stop—”

She bounced on him like she was desperate, hands on his shoulders, curls sticking to her face. Jae grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, deep and slow, while Minho stood behind her.

“Think she’s ready?” Minho said, slicking his fingers.

Winter looked over her shoulder, lips parted, voice shaking.

“Put it in,” she moaned. “Both of you—please—just fuck me together—”

Jae held her steady while Minho pressed against her ass, easing in slow.

Winter screamed — a sound of pure bliss and pressure — as both cocks filled her.

“Jesus,” Jae breathed. “She’s so fucking tight—”

Minho was panting too. “Can’t move... feels too good…”

They began to move — slow at first, working in sync, hips slamming into her from both ends. Winter was a moaning mess between them, body shaking, eyes rolling back.

“More—faster—don’t stop—”

They fucked her through it — bouncing her between them, switching rhythm, pushing her into every position.

They bent her over the armrest and double-penetrated her again, watching her entire body tremble.

They laid her on her back and had her legs in the air, fucking her one after the other, lips all over her skin.

They made her ride one while sucking off the other, her mouth full, tears in her eyes from how much she loved it.

Winter came two times — crying, choking, gasping their names — and begged for more each time.

Winter’s whole body trembled between them — lips wet, curls plastered to her forehead, thighs shaking. She’d already came hard, twice, stuffed full and stretched wide, but her eyes still burned with hunger. Her hips kept grinding on Jae’s cock, even while Minho’s fingers teased her slick entrance again.

Jae brushed a hand over her cheek. “Still with us?”

Winter laughed breathlessly, voice low and soaked in heat. “With you? Baby, I’m just getting started.”

Minho raised a brow. “That was already three rounds.”

She licked her lips and turned between them, crawling over the cushions like a predator. “And none of you came yet.” She smirked, brushing her thumb over Jae’s cock. “Still this hard? That’s a shame. Should I fix that?”

Jae’s voice cracked as she stroked him slow. “Fuck… yeah. Fix it.”

Winter looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, voice dripping with filth. “Wanna see me choking on it again? Want me to cry while you use my throat like a toy?”

Minho stepped behind her, spreading her ass again. “Don’t tempt me.”

Winter wiggled her hips back at him. “Why not? You didn’t even finish in my ass yet. I want it. I want to feel it dripping out of me when you’re done.”

Jae hissed through his teeth. “You’re such a fucking slut.”

Winter smiled like it was a compliment. “Your slut.”

She turned to Jae first, licking his cock from base to tip, then wrapping her lips around it with practiced heat. Her throat worked, sucking him deeper, tongue swirling. Jae groaned, hand tangling in her hair as her head bobbed.

Behind her, Minho guided his cock to her asshole again — already stretched, but still tight.

“You ready, princess?” he teased.

Winter moaned around Jae’s cock, eyes rolling up as she nodded.

Minho didn’t wait. He pressed in slow and deep until his hips met her ass again. Winter choked and gurgled around Jae, drool spilling down her chin as both men filled her from either end.

"Jesus, you look good like this," Minho growled, rolling his hips.

“Such a fucking mess,” Jae panted. “You love this, huh?”

Winter pulled off Jae with a gasp, spit stringing between her lips and his cock. “I love being used,” she moaned. “Fucking ruin me. I want your cum in every hole. I want to smell like you both for days.”

Minho slapped her ass, hard. “That can be arranged.”

He grabbed her by the waist and fucked into her ass with hard, deep strokes, while Winter wrapped her lips around Jae again. Her moans were filthy, every sound soaked in need. Jae's hips bucked helplessly into her mouth, groaning louder.

“Wait,” Jae gasped suddenly, pulling back. “Lay her down. I want to see her face.”

They repositioned her onto the floor rug, spreading her out, back arched and legs wide. Jae knelt between her thighs and slid back into her dripping pussy.

Winter whimpered loud. “God, yes—fuck me—keep going, I wanna cum again.”

Minho straddled her chest and fed his cock back into her mouth. “You better swallow it this time.”

Winter’s reply was a throaty moan, mouth full, eyes glassy as she bounced between both thrusts. Jae pounded into her, watching her tits jiggle with every slam, while Minho grunted and shoved deeper into her throat.

“Fucking tight little cunt,” Jae hissed. “You’re soaking me.”

Winter cried out around Minho’s cock, spit flying as her whole body jolted. She came again, gushing around Jae’s cock, legs twitching, but she didn’t stop.

“I’m not done,” she choked out when Minho pulled back.

They flipped her onto her side. Jae spooned her from behind, cock sliding back into her pussy while Minho knelt in front of her.

She opened her mouth again like she was begging for it.

“Fill my mouth,” she whimpered. “Fill my pussy. Then switch. I want you both deeper. Want it to hurt.”

They used her like that — pushing her into the rug, fucking her through every messy orgasm, switching positions.

Minho fucked her on her back while Jae sat on her face, his cock sliding past her lips until she gagged. Winter gripped his thighs, moaning like a girl possessed.

“God, I’m gonna cum—” Jae groaned.

Winter tapped his hip twice, and he pulled out just enough to let her breathe.

“Not yet,” she panted. “Together. I want it together.”

They pulled out and sat her on all fours again. Winter looked over her shoulder, breathless, makeup ruined.

“Please,” she begged. “Both of you. Inside. Fill me up. I wanna be dripping for hours.”

They positioned her again, Jae sliding into her pussy from behind, Minho pushing into her ass above him.

Winter screamed.

The pressure was intense, both holes stretched to the max, her body stuffed and trembling.

“Oh my god—oh fuck—fuck—I’m gonna cum again—”

Jae grabbed her hips and slammed into her. “I’m close—shit—”

Minho was gritting his teeth, cock twitching in her. “She’s milking me—fuck—”

Winter came again, crying out, and that finally did it.

Jae grunted hard, shoving deep and spilling inside her pussy. His whole body jerked as he came hard, hips twitching.

Minho wasn’t far behind — he slammed in and groaned as thick ropes of cum filled her ass, both of them shooting deep inside her at the same time.

Winter collapsed between them, body shaking, holes leaking, face glowing.

They slowly pulled out — watching as thick white cum oozed from her pussy and her ass.

Winter’s voice was hoarse but smug.

“Now that’s how you ruin me.

But neither Jae nor Minho were done.

Jae looked down at her flushed, ruined body. His cock — still rock hard, slick with her cum — twitched. Minho met his eyes, then looked down at his own length, smeared with the mess from her ass, and groaned.

Winter looked up at them lazily, licking her lips. “Still hard?” she said, voice hoarse and teasing. “Didn’t get enough yet?”

Jae knelt down beside her, brushing a finger along her jaw. “You’re the one who said you wanted to be ruined.”

“And you will be,” Minho added, grabbing her hair and gently pulling her to her knees. “Open your mouth, baby.”

Winter did — slow, tongue out, eyes wide with that same dirty glint — and both guys stepped in closer, cocks right in front of her face. She didn’t flinch. She looked thrilled.

“You want both?” Jae asked, already stroking his cock near her lips.

Winter nodded, dragging her tongue across the tip, then let it slide across her cheek and lower lip. “I want to taste you both at the same time. Stuff my mouth full. Use my face like a toy.”

Minho grinned. “God, you’re filthy.”

She opened wider and tilted her head back.

They both leaned in, Jae guiding his cock to the left side of her tongue, Minho to the right. Winter’s eyes fluttered as both tips rubbed against each other inside her mouth.

“Mmm—fuck,” she moaned, the sound vibrating through them.

Her tongue worked between them, licking up the underside of both shafts as they slowly slid in together. Her mouth stretched wide to fit them — drool pouring from the corners, spit coating everything in wet, shiny sheen.

Jae groaned. “She’s really doing it.”

Minho slapped his cock lightly on her tongue. “You like this, don’t you?”

Winter answered by looking up and moaning again, tongue flicking out, then tapping both their cocks with it playfully. She licked across them slowly, dragging the fat length of her tongue under one then the other, making a mess.

“You’re so fucking nasty,” Jae panted. “Look at you.”

Minho grabbed her head and thrust in shallowly. “Let us fuck your throat, baby. No hands.”

Winter let them.

They started slow — easing in, sliding past her lips in sync, until both cocks hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, eyes watering, but she didn’t stop. Her hands clutched her own thighs for stability as they face-fucked her together, switching tempo, slapping against her cheeks, the stretch brutal and perfect.

“She’s drooling all over,” Minho hissed, watching spit drip from her chin to her tits.

Jae pulled out just enough to let her breathe. “Show us how bad you want it.”

Winter gasped for air, coughed once, then opened wide again with her tongue out.

“Put it back in,” she begged. “Use my mouth. Cum down my throat. I don’t care — just keep fucking me.”

They took turns sliding into her throat while the other smeared his cock across her cheeks, tapping her tongue, watching her eyes flutter every time they hit deep.

Winter moaned through it all, grinding her thighs together like she couldn’t help it. She started to finger herself between gasps, whimpering around them.

Minho pulled out and smacked her cheek lightly with his cock. “Get on the couch.”

Winter obeyed instantly — crawling onto the cushions with shaky limbs, laying back and spreading her legs wide.

Jae knelt between them, dragging his cock through her slick folds before slamming in. Winter cried out, back arching as he bottomed out.

Minho stood over her face again, feeding her his cock while Jae started pounding into her pussy.

She was moaning around Minho now, hips jerking with every thrust Jae gave her, tears streaming from how good it all felt.

“You’re so fucking full again,” Jae groaned. “Your pussy’s swallowing me.”

Winter popped off Minho’s cock just long enough to moan, “Then put it in my ass again. Both of you. Please—again—I want to be stuffed.”

They flipped her onto her side, Jae behind her sliding back into her pussy, Minho lifting her leg and slowly easing back into her ass.

“Fucking hell,” Jae groaned. “Every time, she’s tighter.”

Winter was gasping now, mouth open, eyes glazed. “F-fill me—god—*harder—*fuck me harder—”

They doubled their pace.

Her body jolted with every thrust, her holes stretched tight, messy and leaking. She came again — hard — screaming into the cushions, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

“You’re gonna take our cum again now,” Minho hissed. “One in every hole.”

“Please,” Winter sobbed. “Do it. In my ass. In my pussy. In my mouth. Claim every part of me—please—I want to feel you dripping out of me—”

Jae slammed into her harder, holding her hips still. “Fuck—fuck—I’m gonna cum—”

Minho groaned behind her. “Me too—shit—”

They both drove into her deep — and then spilled.

Jae’s cock pulsed inside her soaked pussy, filling her full and hot, while Minho groaned and slammed deep into her ass, shooting thick ropes that made her clench even harder.

Winter shook violently — her body collapsing, twitching, dripping from every hole.

Minho pulled out first, watching cum leak from her gaping ass.

Jae followed, and both of them watched together as their loads mixed, slowly dripping down the backs of her thighs and pooling on the couch cushion.

Winter lay there, flushed, panting, trembling.

But her voice still came, soft and sinful:

“…who said I was done?”

[r0-boat]

Beleth Breeding Drabble

Reader has a vag

Cw: porn without plot, Breeding, cuckingish,

"like what you see doll?" Beleth purred. His big calloused hand what with lube and precum as he slowly stroked his big cock teeth sinking into his bottom lip his eyes gazing directly at you as a sense on the bed Belphegor sleeping soundly in the next room. "But Belphegor He's asleep."

Beleth shrugged. He got up and started walking toward you like a beast on the prowl for fresh meat. "Please, sugar, the Maj can sleep through an entire angel onslaught on the castle. So we're safe. You can scream as loud as you need to, sugar! "

You felt heat rush your cheeks as Beleth grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer until you stumbled onto his lap. Running his hands all over you, caring little about the clothes that covered you that his hand slipped under.

His hard cock pressing against your ass has he grinded himself against you his pre-cum staining your butt.

"So wet sweetheart~.Ya sure you don't want me fucking this tight cunt? I think she wants me." He purrs slipping in two fingers.

"Ya like that? Ma big man fingers inside you?"

"Squirming and mewing like a cat in heat How am I not supposed to bend ya over and put a litter of m'own in ya!"

He snarls, slipping his finger out of you. He grabs you, throwing you onto the floor and manhandling you on your hands and knees until his body is pressing against you. Beleth bites into the back collar of your shirt while his hands rip off your bottoms along with your underwear. Those sweet whimpers appear once more as you back your ass against his palm as two fingers stretch you open once more.

"begging fo' me, I hear ya girl... I hear ya sugar, wanna be filled, wanna take cock till ya bursting!"

Pumping his fingers faster and faster His other hand tweaking and pinching your nipples. Beleth fucking his hips and grinding against that ass of yours. You could feel his thick cock running in between your cheeks, hot thick, and veiny.

His fingers only rip away when you feel yourself getting close. His heavy breath against your ear as two hands slap on either side of your hips as he maneuvers his cock inside you.

"miss this cunt, if you were mine I'd never let ya leave my bed. Cunt full and heavily loved. Bites and kisses on every inch of your body. Proof that ya mine. "

Giving his cock a few strokes before sliding the tip against your folds. Claws dig into the meat of your ass as he pulls you in his cock, stretching you open. He leans forward, his chest against your back, his rough tongue licking at your neck.

"Arch your back for me; press those hips against me." He grunts as he finally begins to move his hips. His balls are thick and heavy, making their presence known with every buck of his hips.

It didn't take long till he was slamming and grinding His hips against yours spearing you open nice and deep with each wild thrust bearing his face into your neck His teeth itching to bite.

"I wonder if you feel nice and good. If you take, you'll let me have a taste of your sweet milk."

Just thinking about it He suckles onto the spot on your neck His breathy groans and whimpers His eyebrows arch as he grinds and pounds deeper and deeper.

"Take ma fucking cum! Wanna give you my litter... Wanna fill you with kits!"

"f-fuck! Fuck this pussy every single day! Make sure she's nice and full!"

Beleth drunkenly rambles his hands slipping in between your legs to press and flick at your clit.

Your contentious squeezes and spasms around him Beleth bites into your shoulder, silencing his snarls, His claws digging into the soft meat of your ass cheeks, fretting you open for his pistoning cock to reach deep as he can before stilling His hips. You felt every pump and squirt of his cum as you're coming cunt milks and squeezes him.

His hand removes from between your legs to wrap around you, giving you support for your shaky legs. His rough tongue runs over the bite mark, soothing it. You hear a faint rumble coming from him as he picks you up and hoists you over his shoulder before taking you to his bed. As soon as you're back hitting the mattress, he's immediately on top of you, nuzzling his head into your chest. That subtle rumbling is louder as you run your hands into his hair. He leans his head into your palm. "That's nice... Stay like this. I want to cuddle with you." He murmurs before the two of you drift to sleep.

[porters-fangs]

i got some speaker headcanons. so listen up.

tw: my opinion ❤️

also probably not canon-compliant but see if i care

> morgan is almost entirely blind

he was born with cataracts, and the world has always looked to him like a watercolour painting that never dries, colour and light bleeding across his vision

seer obscura never commented when he squinted through the lenses of his glasses as they sat opposite him, or when he fumbled for the handle of his mug.

he can see. just… in a different way.

pry the blind seer trope from my cold dead hands i dare you

> sam has chronic migraines

he’s struggled with them ever since he was a kid. the throbbing pain behind his temples that never ceases, the burn of light creeping under his lashes and searing his nerves, the nausea that rises in his throat and the ringing in his ears whenever he moves his head too far in one direction.

he’s tried everything there is.

painkillers. herbal tea. lying in a dark room for hours on end. eventually, he has to grin and bear it when the responsibilities of life come knocking once more.

it’s only when darlin shifts and and curls up on his chest, every breath rumbling through his bones that he finds himself relaxing. the pain dulls. the sickness fades. he even falls asleep for the first time in days.

a furry tail thumps happily against the bedsheets.

> asher uses he/they pronouns

he started exploring his identity in college, when he kissed a guy for the first time and really didn’t hate it.

they discovered the label “demi boy” in the middle of a lecture when he was really supposed to be taking notes. it stuck.

they haven’t told anyone other than david and babe. not because he’s ashamed - he really doesn’t mind just “he” - but it’s something that feels personal to him.

a discovery that he keeps as his own.

> asher has six toes on one foot

yeah i can’t elaborate on this one

he just does

wiggles them in babe’s face sometimes

> milo used to have anxiety attacks - still does

they were bad when he was a kid. he used to collapse in his bedroom, slamming the door behind him as his throat closed up and his lungs failed every breath.

he had a childhood cat who would only ever come home through milo’s window and never explored the rest of his house. really, his parents never knew they did have a cat. it was his.

he’d keep pieces of chicken from his school lunch to leave on the windowsill. when he was having an anxiety attack, the cat ignored the food. it leaped down, prowling over to him and nudging his leg insistently, purring like an engine.

aggro does the same thing.

> milo still gets growing pains

and it pisses him off

because where is the GROWING

no growth. just an ache deep in his bones.

> vincent had epilepsy

he was never supposed to be at the theme park that night. they were a catalyst for disaster, the flashing lights and stress of the crowds the perfect breeding ground for his condition.

his friend had begged him to come - and then bailed last minute. something about a project deadline? whatever. vincent was going. he’d already convinced himself.

he’d taken his medication. avoided alcohol all night. he was very proud of himself as he stood in the queue for the “surge” rollercoaster. although, he felt himself getting fidgety at the prospect of getting on it.

the stranger next to him seemed just as nervous. so he grabbed their hand. it grounded them both.

> david lost his ring finger

he had an accident as a kid. it was stupid, really. he’d wanted to help his dad build the treehouse in their backyard. begged him to please let him cut the wood - he was strong too, wasn’t he?

reluctantly, gabe handed over the powersaw, holding his son’s hands in his own to keep them steady.

a noise from beyond the backyard. too close to the wards gabe had put up to protect what was left of his family, he glanced up for a second, loosening his hold. david was giddy with excitement.

very poor hand placement led to the crunch of bone and a very vulgar exclamation from his dad.

they had to take it at the hospital. david had never minded. he thought it looked badass - it was proof of the trust his dad had in him, the trust he’d fight to earn again. after all - he was strong too, wasn’t he?

around the time of his and angel’s wedding, he grew to hate the loss of his finger. what kind of husband would he be? unable to properly wear his ring, to let his mate stake their claim over him. they kissed his chest, and told him to go back to sleep.

david got a tattoo the next week. a wedding ring, on the knuckle of his missing finger.

and the real ring would always be threaded on the leather cord around his neck, pressed close to his heart.

> damien has a hip implant

he developed osteoarthritis in his hip at a very young age. even walking around became a chore.

his mother picked up on it very quickly, signing him up for the implant as soon as it was offered.

damien was terrified. he hated the idea of surgery - being unconscious while someone with a scalpel looms over you.

he couldn’t deny that it helped, though. finally, he didn’t wake up in pain, and he could stretch without being in agony.

when he told huxley, he made it part of his routine to drop to his knees and press loving kisses to the scar there while damien blushes and expresses his embarrassment.

he loves it really.

> gavin has a chipped horn

he coalesced with it.

now, gavin knows he looks good.

he’s never felt the need to change his appearance for people - if someone desires him, he’s all theirs

however, that small imperfection always draws his eyes when he admires himself in the mirror, and he feels his mouth tilt down, clicking his tongue

it’s just so… obvious

freelancer spent months working on their contra earth elemental abilities, struggling over each and every detail

until one day, they presented him with a small, gold cap, encrusted with little jewels, about the size of a thimble to sit atop his broken horn

they didn’t leave their room allll dayyyyy

> avior is nonbinary

yeah.

he uses he/they pronouns but the concept of gender has always baffled him.

boy? girl? uhhh… no thank you

demons have no need for such trivial things as “gender”

hilarious

also he has knee length hair and it’s long and silky and never tangles ever??

> guy has a prosthetic hand

it’s his right hand and he lost it a few years ago in a motorcycle accident.

lucky for him, he’s always been left handed.

still, he’s absolutely insufferable with the puns

“hey, honey… need a hand? ;)”

“oh my god guy.”

> camelopardalis has tremors

he’s just shaky. he doesn’t know where they come from.

maybe the memories he relieves from his clients and is haunted by every night .

maybe the coffee he can’t stop drinking.

maybe the fact that he’s somehow always cold, even in the height of summer.

they’ve never stopped him.

> porter used to have a hearing aid

he was only impaired in one ear, but still found comfort in turning his aid all the way down just to tune out the noise from one half of the world.

after he was turned, he no longer needed it, and there was a strange sense of melancholy in shutting the aid away in his bedside drawer.

his ear still rings sometimes.

> vega’s tail was clipped

when he was sent to prison, the tip of his tail was severed. not a catastrophic injury - just enough to make a statement.

i was caught.

he hides it under a cloak when he can, only sparing the blunt end a distasteful glance when he wraps it around the waist of his warden.

[shimmerandink]

Gifts of Chaos

Jinx x Vi`s Girlfriend! Reader

Angst/one-shot

Tags: Jinx x reader, Vi x reader, you are Vi´s girlfriend, manipulating jinx, flirty behavior, girlfriend stealing, sfw

Summary: You, Vi´s girlfriend meets Jinx who get´s an interest in you. Vi however is not pleased and as time progresses your relationship slowly starts falling apart...

Masterlist pt2 pt3

The smell of smoke still lingered in the air when Vi stepped into the abandoned factory, her boots echoing against the cracked concrete floor. You were right behind her, staying close, your fingers brushing the small of her back, more for your reassurance than hers. You had heard stories about Jinx. Everyone had. But for Vi, it wasn’t a cautionary tale. It was blood. It was loss.

And now she was here.

Jinx stood atop a half-dismantled catwalk above, lit by flickering neon tubes she must’ve dragged in herself. The electric hum buzzed like insects in your ears, casting her in shadows and shifting light, half angel, half threat.

She jumped down with that impossible grace, landing with a soft clink of metal. Her boots, her belt, her weapons, everything about her screamed danger. But her grin? That was something else. Sharp, but curious. Wild, but almost childlike. She looked at Vi like a ghost had walked into her life.

And then her gaze slid to you.

The grin faltered.

Her head tilted to the side, slow and smooth, one of those braids swinging with the motion. Her pupils dilated just a bit too much, her smile twitching like static before settling into something unreadable.

"...And who is this?"

You froze under her stare. It was intense, not hostile, not at first, but strange. Hungry. Curious. Like you were something she didn’t expect to see, didn’t know she wanted to see until now.

Vi stepped in front of you, voice cold. "She’s not part of this. Don’t even look at her like that."

But Jinx didn’t look away.

“Your girlfriend?” she asked, dragging the word out like it tasted foreign in her mouth. "Seriously, Vi? All those years crying over me, and now you’ve got yourself a pretty little thing to patch the hole?"

You felt Vi tense, her jaw locking, but it was hard to focus with Jinx still watching you.

Not looking. Watching.

There was something in her eyes, like she was trying to peel you open and see what was underneath. And worse?

Part of you couldn’t look away either.

You didn’t flinch when Jinx stepped forward, though your heart was doing its best impression of a war drum. She was too close now. Close enough that you could see the way her pupils danced, always shifting, never resting. Like her mind was running a thousand miles a minute and you had become its latest obsession.

“Didn’t peg you for the soft type, Vi.” Jinx tilted her head again, letting out a low whistle. “She yours? For real?”

Vi’s stance didn’t change, but you could feel the shift in her breathing. Controlled. Tight. Ready.

“Yeah. She’s mine.”

Jinx let out a slow, dry laugh. "Cute." Her fingers twitched near the trigger of her gun, but she wasn’t aiming it. Not yet. “Tell me, "Mine",” she said, mocking Vi with the nickname, “do you even know who you’re cuddling up with at night?”

You opened your mouth to say something, but Jinx’s hand lifted, one finger pressed to her lips like a secret. “No no, don’t answer yet,” she whispered. “I wanna guess.”

She circled slowly, not stalking, but prowling. A cat curious about the mouse that doesn’t run.

“You’re not like her. Not rough around the edges. You’ve got soft hands, clean shoes. That uptown scent.” Her nose wrinkled slightly, but her smirk only grew. “You’re a Pilty, huh? What a twist.”

"Jinx," Vi warned, her voice low and dangerous.

But the younger woman’s eyes didn’t leave yours. “You know what I think?” she murmured, voice almost gentle now. “You make her feel like she’s not broken. Like maybe, if someone like you can love her, she isn’t so far gone.”

She took another step forward, and this time...you didn’t back away.

She noticed.

That crooked grin returned, but there was something different in it now. Something quieter. Less performative. “Huh,” she breathed, head tilting again. “You’ve got guts, sweetheart. I’ll give you that.”

Vi moved between you both again, her chest brushing yours as she shielded you. “Back. Off.”

But Jinx only backed up with a lazy shrug, hands raised. “Relax, sis. I’m not gonna hurt your new toy. Wouldn’t dream of it.” She licked her lips, eyes still flicking toward you. “Not unless she wants me to.”

Then she was gone, fading into the shadows with that soundless, uncanny grace, like a ghost returning to the dark.

You didn’t realize how tight your grip was on Vi’s arm until she turned to you, gently prying your hand free.

“You okay?” she asked.

You nodded slowly... but your eyes lingered on the spot where Jinx had vanished.

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It had been nearly two weeks since you saw her, Jinx. But that night still played on loop in your mind like a broken reel, skipping back to her smile, her voice, her eyes. Especially her eyes.

Now, you sat across from Vi in a quiet little café tucked away in one of Piltover’s cleaner districts. The walls were a soft amber glow, lined with hand-painted tiles and hanging plants, like the kind of place that begged people to feel safe. The warmth of the lighting should’ve calmed you.

But you were anything but calm.

The soft chime of silverware against ceramic. The faint clatter of cups being washed behind the counter. Vi stirring her coffee too long, round and round with a spoon that barely touched the sides.

You couldn’t tell if she was thinking or just avoiding speaking.

Your food sat half-eaten. Warm stew, rich with spice and tenderness, but you’d been chewing like your mouth was made of cotton. You couldn’t taste anything anyway.

Finally, Vi broke the silence.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice low and rough like she hadn’t spoken in hours.

You looked up slowly. “For what?”

She stared down into her cup, watching the cream spiral like it might spell something out. “For bringing you down there. For letting you near her.”

Her. Even when she didn’t say the name, it hit like a slap.

Vi’s fingers tightened around the ceramic cup. “She wasn’t supposed to see you. I didn’t think—” Her jaw locked. “She looked at you like you were a fucking puzzle. And she doesn’t let go once she’s curious.”

You sat back slightly in your seat, eyes lowering. You didn’t want to lie to her.

Because part of you had felt it, too. That pull.

You still felt it.

Vi continued. “Jinx... she gets in your head. Always has. Back when we were kids, she’d twist people around her finger without even realizing it. Then blow it all up like it didn’t matter.”

The ice in her tone made your skin crawl. Not because she was wrong. But because it made you feel guilty. She doesn’t know what it did to you.

Vi leaned forward across the small table, reaching out to take your hand in both of hers. The callouses on her palms brushed against your softer skin, comforting, familiar. Steady.

“She’s dangerous. I don’t care if she smiled at you or made you feel... whatever. That’s what she does. I’m just glad you walked away untouched.”

Untouched.

Your throat tightened.

If only Vi knew.

Because Jinx had touched something. Not physically, but mentally. Emotionally. Like she’d crept inside a locked room in your chest and refused to leave.

“She won’t come back,” Vi said, almost like a promise. “I won’t let her.”

You nodded slowly, forcing a smile.

But your heart beat a little faster. Because you hadn’t told Vi about the strange symbol you found etched into your coat pocket the day after.

Or the folded scrap of metal you found in your purse. The one that wasn’t there before.

Or the smell of gunpowder and cherry gum that somehow lingered in your closet when you knew it had been shut for days.

Vi didn’t notice.

But you did.

And when she looked away again, back to her coffee, back to her guilt, you allowed yourself a tiny breath you didn’t want to examine too closely.

Because deep down...

You were kind of hoping Jinx would come back.

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The apartment used to feel like home. Now, it just felt like a box closing in.

The air inside was heavy, thick with something unsaid, something rotting between you and Vi. The warmth that used to sit between you both, that steady kind of love, had turned into a brittle, breaking thing. And maybe... maybe you weren’t doing anything to stop it.

Another fight.

You weren’t even sure what triggered it this time. Maybe Vi’s exhaustion. Maybe your distance. Maybe the way your mind had been elsewhere for weeks, caught in the web of something you didn’t want to name.

Vi stood across from you, jaw tight, fingers flexing at her sides like she was forcing herself to stay still. The dim kitchen light flickered slightly, buzzing between you both.

“You barely even talk to me anymore.”

Her voice was raw, low, edged with frustration but lined with something that almost sounded like hurt.

You swallowed. “I do talk to you.”

Vi scoffed, shaking her head. “No. You exist near me. That’s not the same.”

Your arms folded tightly over your chest, like maybe if you held yourself together hard enough, the words you didn’t want to say would stay locked in.

Vi exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I feel like I’m losing you, and you won’t even fucking tell me why.”

Because I don’t know how to explain it.

How could you? How could you put into words the way something else had taken root in you? That every time you looked over your shoulder, you swore you saw a shadow just waiting for you to notice? That the little “gifts” left behind, burned playing cards, twisted scraps of metal, a single bullet with a smiley face etched into the casing felt more like a secret language than a threat?

Vi stepped closer, her presence grounding, real. Her voice softened just a fraction. “Whatever this is... just tell me.”

She was asking for honesty.

You gave her silence.

Vi’s expression hardened. She let out a bitter laugh, stepping back like she was realizing something too late. “You know what? Fine.” She turned away, gripping the edge of the counter. “Keep shutting me out. Keep pretending like I don’t see what’s happening.”

Something inside you twisted.

Vi shook her head. “I’m not gonna fucking beg you to be honest with me.”

You flinched at that.

She scoffed, her voice dropping. “You want space?” She gestured toward the door. “Take all the space you fucking want.”

Your throat felt tight.

Maybe you should have fought. Maybe you should have stayed.

Instead, you grabbed your jacket and left.

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The city swallowed you whole.

Piltover’s clean streets bled into the underbelly, the winding alleys where the glow of street lamps didn’t quite reach. Your breath curled in the cold night air, hands stuffed in your pockets, shoulders hunched against the weight of everything left unsaid.

Vi’s voice still rang in your head. I’m not gonna beg you to be honest with me.

She didn’t know. She didn’t understand the pull inside you.

Or maybe she did. Maybe that’s what scared her.

Your fingers brushed against something in your pocket, something you didn’t remember putting there.

You pulled it out.

A small, round coin. It was warm, like someone had just been holding it. A familiar smiley face was scratched into the surface, jagged and uneven.

Your breath caught.

A breeze curled around you, carrying the faint scent of something sweet, something that shouldn’t be here.

Gunpowder and cherry gum.

No fucking way.

Something shifted in the shadows up ahead.

And then—

“Well, well... look who finally came looking for me.”

You froze.

Jinx stood just beyond the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, one boot propped against the crumbling brick behind her. The neon streaks in her hair caught the low light, her cyan eyes glowing in the dark like something feral.

She was twirling a small knife between her fingers, lazy and smooth, like muscle memory. Her grin was wide, but her eyes, those goddamn eyes, stayed locked on you.

“I was starting to think you weren’t interested,” she teased, tilting her head.

You swallowed, hard.

She took a step forward, slow and deliberate. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You liked my little presents, didn’t you?”

A lump formed in your throat.

Jinx smirked. “Cat got your tongue?”

The night air felt thick around you, heavy and suffocating as Jinx moved ever closer. Each step she took toward you felt like a slow burn, a spark edging ever nearer to a fire you weren’t sure you wanted to stop. The only sound was the soft scrape of her boots on the cracked pavement, each movement deliberate, calculated. She was savoring this. Savoring you.

You should’ve walked away. You should’ve turned on your heel, swallowed down the tightness in your throat, and gone straight back to Vi. That’s what a good partner would do, right?

But Jinx’s voice pulled you in, weaving through your defenses like a poisonous melody.

“Y’know,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving yours, “I thought I was imagining it the first time. The way you looked at me.”

You stood frozen, your pulse hammering against your ribs. Her eyes, those cold, calculating eyes, held you captive, drawing out every ounce of shame, every flicker of desire you tried so hard to bury.

“But then I saw you again. Same look,” Jinx continued, her grin almost predatory. “Made me wonder… who were you really thinking about when you crawled into Vi’s bed at night?”

You didn’t know how to answer, because the truth was, every time you closed your eyes, it was Jinx you saw. The way she laughed, the way her hair glowed in the moonlight, the way her eyes burned into you like she could see inside you. You’d tried to deny it, but it was undeniable now.

She knew.

Her smile widened as your silence spoke louder than anything you could’ve said. “Oh, there it is,” Jinx said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “That guilt. That tension. You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? Can’t get me out of your head. But you still tell yourself you’re not the one who’s lost.”

Her fingers twitched, the knife she’d been twirling now gone from her hand, slipped into the sheath at her hip. She didn’t need it. Her words were sharp enough to wound you, and she knew it.

Jinx stepped closer, one slow, deliberate step at a time, closing the distance between you with a predator’s grace. She was playing with you, circling you like she owned every inch of this moment. You tried to breathe, tried to steady yourself, but each movement she made only pulled you deeper into her web.

“You ever think about me, cupcake?” she asked, the nickname grating on your skin like sandpaper, but the way it rolled off her tongue made you feel things you couldn’t admit even to yourself. “Late at night, when you’re in Vi’s arms? When you’re kissing her, and it still feels... wrong?”

You hated how much it hurt to hear her say that. But you didn’t hate how much it was true.

You hated how much you wanted to believe it.

You swallowed thickly, but the words wouldn’t come. Jinx noticed your hesitation, noticed the way your breath quickened, the way you shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

She grinned, and it was sharp. “Oh, that’s it,” she purred. “You don’t wanna admit it. You think I don’t know? But you’re just mad Vi doesn’t make you feel like I do. Like this.”

She stepped closer, her breath warm against your ear, and for the first time since she’d appeared, you felt your body react to her. Her proximity. Her words. Her touch, her danger.

Jinx’s lips brushed lightly against your earlobe, and the warmth spread through you like wildfire, making your heart race even faster. “You’ve been playing pretend for so long, haven’t you? Hiding from what you really want. But it’s not gonna go away.” Her voice dropped lower, darker. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She lingered there for a moment, then pulled back just enough to look at you. Her eyes danced with mischief. “Go on. Run back to her. Tell her you went for a walk and got lost.” Her lips curled in that same sharp, twisted smile. “Or don’t. I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that, she turned away, her steps light and casual, but every single movement dripped with confidence. She was walking away, but you could feel her pulling you with her.

“You won’t be able to resist,” she called back over her shoulder, her voice carrying in the night. “I’ll leave you another present, sweetheart. Let’s see how long you can pretend you don’t wanna open it.”

And just like that, she was gone. Her figure blending into the shadows, her presence hanging over you like a curse.

You stood there for what felt like an eternity, the cold wind biting at your skin as the adrenaline started to wear off. Your heartbeat thudded in your chest, each pulse sending a wave of guilt and want crashing through you. Jinx was right, you wanted her. But you didn’t know what that meant anymore.

And maybe... maybe you never had.

Your fingers shook as you reached into your pocket, feeling for the coin she’d left for you. You pulled it out slowly, your hands trembling. It was warm, like she had just touched it. The familiar smiley face stared back at you, its jagged edges looking almost too real in the dim light.

This was no coincidence.

It was a challenge.

And you couldn’t tell if you were terrified or excited.

[apricoris]

she knows what she’s doing

c/w: super crazy and freaky perv ellie williams stalks you

the exhilaration of ellie watching you while being at elbow’s length made it much easier for the imagination to come to play.

staring intently at you as you were focused on your notes, every time you tucked hair behind your ear, your rhythmic breathing and your eyes narrowed slightly at the text.

the things she thought of doing to you.

ellie was truly infatuated.

she trailed behind you after class ended, watching you pack your things and head outside.

after a long day of classes, you were tired, wanting to go home and having a nice bath.

little did you know, there would be an ellie williams following your steps, prowling closely behind you.

practically dragging your feet to your car you sigh of relief upon sitting on the leathery seat.

ellie hopped on her bike, the little broken compartment opening up, revealing the printed out pictures of you, drawings of hearts next to your unsuspecting face and possessive words of “you’re mine” written all over them.

even the crumpled up math formula you secretly slipped to her for the test was in the mix of photos as well.

“excuse me,” ellie had whispered. “do you know the answer for question 7?”

without a word, you ripped a small piece of paper from your test, scribbling a quick formula and passed it to her.

one of the first interactions that fueled her desire to know all about you more.

kicking off from the ground she hurriedly bikes after your car, staying about 100 feet behind your vehicle.

you pull up to the garage, blissfully unaware of who was trailing behind mere meters away from you. turning off the radio, you stretch your limbs. you then turn your head to a sound of leaves rustling by the bush close to your car. you chalked it up to the stray cats that come by sometimes and in turn you would feed some.

turning your keys in the doorknob, you stepped in the house gratefully and prepared to unwind.

outside, ellie had awkwardly crashed into the bush, a few leaves getting stuck in her shirt as she tried removing them. a hushed silence fell as ellie stopped moving around, breath held as your movements had momentarily paused.

she almost passed out, having not breathed for a minute and gasping for air once she knew you were inside your house.

suddenly feeling giddy, ellie pulls out her little digital camera she got at a yard sale. old yes, but still works well and has the storage to fit enough photos of you she had taken the moment she saw you and had printed them all out in her room.

finding your window was hard while crouching, trampling the bed of perennials and tulips you had so carefully planted weeks ago.

peeking up at the closest window she encountered, it was your bedroom, inside was empty, your clothes, strewn on the floor.

she moved towards the other window nearby and her eyes practically popped out at the sight she saw.

you had started a bubble bath, running the water, soap and bath bombs. you hurriedly took your clothes off and dashed to your bathroom as if you were racing against time and settled in the water, eyes closed serenely.

jackpot for ellie’s perv self, positioning the camera above the ledge and snapping multiple pictures discreetly.

her hands travelled down to her pants instantly, as if it were a practiced habit, eyes tightly closed and concentrated on only one thing.

you.

you had heard noises by the window and after opening your eyes unwillingly to the source of the sounds. turning your head to the window you froze, aghast. stunned. intruded on.

ellie williams.

your classmate spying on you while you bathed.

“HEY!” you shouted with the most anger you could muster up, an attempt to cover the embarrassment you felt.

ellie was so deep in concentration that she didn’t notice her head getting higher and in your line of sight, her camera still in hand.

her eyes quickly snapped open at the sound of your voice, immediately retreating backwards and running to her bike, tripping along the way.

you were furious and pulled on your bathrobe and slippers to catch her before she escaped.

she was too quick and you saw her back, biking away.

you cursed in humiliation, the thought of what she would do with the photos would be the end of you.

as your thoughts ate at you, ellie reached her home and happily entered her room, adding more photos to her already full room of photos with you.

printing them out and hanging them next to the various items she had collected that were once yours.

a blue pen. abandoned after a lesson. where you wore your black cardigan and white jeans, a picture of you writing with it next to the pen.

a plastic cup of coffee with half of the liquid still inside. a photo of your baby pink cami top and mini skirt inside the cafe holding it was stuck on the cup.

ellie sat in the middle of her room and reveled in the pictures and wickedly grinned at the sight of all your photos she complied, making it easier to relieve her… intimate desires. she knows you’ll hate her now but her collection is now bigger than ever.

a/n: 🫣

[777heavengirl]

AM - Chapter 2

No. 1 Party Anthem

Sirius Black x reader Chapter 2/3 Warnings: angst?, smoking, suggestive themes, fwb to lovers word count: 4,294  masterlist

Currently playing: No. 1 Party Anthem by the Arctic Monkeys

Chapters i, ii, iii

        Sirius Black was not a somber man. He was known for being loud, rambunctious, insufferable, incorrigible. His voice echoed and his eyes shone when he laughed. He did not wallow nor turn gloomy. He had suffered too much in his life for that. But you had turned his life blue. Your absence left a hole in his heart. It had been three months. Three arduous months of a game of cat and mouse. You avoided him at any cost, clinging off of your boyfriend's arm more often than not. Sirius seemed to always be searching for you. 

He felt the rush of adrenaline as he finished his drink in one gulp, it had tasted horribly bitter at the beginning of the night. Now he couldn't taste it at all. He had been on the prowl the whole night. For you, just to catch a peek of you would be enough. To hear your laughter would soothe his growing anxiety and the paranoia that you were out of his life for good. He'd do anything for a glimpse of you. He wondered if you had come and left already. The thought settled in his heart like a pile of rocks. 

Sirius could feel the beat of the music in his chest it overpowered the beat of his own heart and the ringing in his ears wouldn't stop. Between the lights on the floor and the sweat that seemed to permeate the walls. He felt like he was searching for his soul, tumbling between people, staring too hard to see if it was you through the darkness. It kept slipping from his fingers. You kept slipping. 

He hated this point of getting drunk. He hated the way he knew there was no way back from this threshold. No matter how much water he drank or bread Peter fed him there was no way back. He hated that he still had the itch to get more because he might as well be completely pissed. He'd feel sick regardless. He felt his heart beating in his ears as he finally laid eyes on you. A cigarette hanging from your lips even indoors. You had been smoking a lot more. He had found and monitored the pile of cigarette butts in a corner of the astronomy tower. The only trace of you he could ever find these days.

He wondered if you were happy.

The fun-colored drink in your hand swished and swirled as you laughed, the blond gripping your hip. He could see James across from you, laughing and chatting spiritedly. No doubt recounting some dumb story, Lily shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. They had finally gotten together. Or so he thought. He felt like a terrible friend. He couldn't think straight. He caught James's eye, he hoped he'd come get him. 

Sirius felt like his feet were slowly being cemented into the ground. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, the only grounding force as the mass of people around him overtook his senses. 

"Let's go Padfoot, you need a walk," Remus whispered into his ear, worry seeping through his skin, his demeanor. Sirius felt the beat and the melancholic lyrics that were starting to resonate through the charmed speakers clutched his heart with an iron grip. He shook his head furiously, he couldn't go. Not when he had just found you. Just when he had finally seen the light. It had been like catching a glimpse of a star in the middle of a stormy night. 

"Come on Moony-" Sirius moaned out, his eyes barely open, barely registering the scarred boy's figure. "Before she's gone before the moments gone-"

Remus dragged Sirius away regardless. He wasn't going to be making much sense if he spoke to you anyway. Remus felt bad, sometimes he'd hear Sirius mumble your name in his sleep. It was fleeting and slurred but after the third time it happened, his wand illuminating only the page of the book he was reading, Remus knew it was indeed your name. 

The Ravenclaw common room entrance was directly connected to a staircase, Sirius's head lulled to the side colliding with Remus's shoulder. Neither of them dared actually to go down the stairs. 

"Up, come on pads,” Remus finally got Sirius upright but turned as the door opened once again, the chatter and music from inside spilling into the hall briefly.

"Is he good?" James shut the door behind him,

"I'm doing great Prongs I just need a smoke," Sirius had wandered over to the small stone window, breathing in the fresh night air. He briefly thought of throwing up. 

Remus sighed offering Sirius a cigarette, rolling his eyes as James's lips resembled an 'o' in surprise. 

"I thought we were all collectively quitting?" James put out his hand, fingertips tingling with excitement. Lily didn't like it. James had quit way before they got together anyway.

One wouldn't kill him. Remus placed it on his palm. 

"Where's Wormtail?" Sirius turned to look at the two other men, a, now lit, cigarette hanging from each of their lips.

"Last I saw, chatting up Dorcas Meadowes," James chuckled as he blew out some smoke,

"I reckon he doesn't know she's a wee lesbian" Remus mumbled from between his cigarette

The other two broke out in a roar of laughter, they loved Peter dearly but he could be a bit clueless sometimes. 

"Marls is going to kill him," James clutched his stomach as he laughed. Sirius threw his head back as he continued to laugh, his forearms supporting him as they leaned on the window ledge. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes as he continued to laugh. The world still spun around him. But the sound of his friend’s laughter grounded him. He hadn't felt like this in a while. 

As they all calmed down again, snorts and chuckles still bouncing every so often, they continued to take drags of smoke. 

"What's been going on with you lately?" James's voice was low, a heavier tone than the one that usually laced his tone. Brows furrowed in concern and his free hand was tucked into the pocket of his jeans. Remus stomped out his cig with his chucks, crossing his arms as he looked in between the two other men. He could feel the air become thick, as Sirius mulled over the question and continued to hang his head out the window, letting the air blow at his short curls. They reached a little under cheekbones now, he was relieved.

Remus felt his knit sweater was going to suffocate him. 

James thought of repeating his question.

"Is she happy?" Sirius finally broke the silence, taking the last drag of his cig before he also stomped it out. The ashes and the rocky floor grinding under his heavy boot. He was starting to regret wearing only a black shirt to cover his torso, the short sleeves had been cuffed and he could feel the cold night air pick at the skin of his arms. 

"I don't think it's fair for you to question that," James mumbled. He loved Sirius. He did. He was his brother, his closest confidant. He’d been trying to convince him to run away and stay with him. His mother had a room prepared already. He'd do anything for the boy. 

But brothers or not. Sirius was a fool. He had been for a while now. He could see the look on Sirius’s face. The look of love.

“Do you think it’s too late-“ 

“That’s even more unfair,” Remus thought of lighting a second cigarette. He didn’t.

”I need a drink,” Sirius stood upright again, his forearms marked and itched with the stamp of the edge of the window. 

Before either Remus or James could deny Sirius his itch, the door to the Ravenclaw common room opened again, this time with Peter stumbling out.

”Did we know Dorcas was a lesbian?” 

-

You didn't care that Sirius was ignoring you. You didn't care that he never glanced your way, or that he left when you came. You didn't care that you had seen a girl coming out of their dorm two weeks ago. You didn't care about him. You had a boyfriend now, a boy who cared about you and made you smile and blush. Someone who wanted you for more than just sex. Jacob was sweet, he brought you daisies and taffy. Even if you didn't adore either of those things. He always put his arm around your waist and he had started dragging you to be with his friends more often than not. You suspected he had realized he wasn't exactly popular around yours. 

You wondered sometimes, between cigarettes, if you were happy.

You hated smoking.

Jacob hated you smoking too. You pondered the psychology of your actions as you pulled one out of your pocket. He flicked your arm when he saw the stick between your fingers. If only he knew how many packs you had been running through. You ignored his glare, opting for lighting it, even if you were inside. Not like anyone would notice in the overcrowded, obscure Ravenclaw common room. Bastards had the best spot, couldn't hear anything coming from the common room for at least two flights of stairs. Horrendous to go up or down when intoxicated, however.

Lily smiled pleasantly while hanging from James's arm. They were cute, you were delighted they finally got together. It was almost like it was meant to be. You couldn't help but feel your stomach churn when she spoke of the fireworks and butterflies that lived in her chest from his look alone. Lately, life had been feeling like a pile of rocks had settled in your stomach. The dread that came with every touch and every kiss. You wondered if there was something wrong with you. You felt vaguely bored. You pushed down the thought, hoping it wouldn't crawl out again.

You weren't listening much to James, the story he had dug up to entertain his new girlfriend, and your new boyfriend was something you had lived alongside him. No point in tuning in, he had it covered.

You felt Jacob squeeze your hip. Your eyes searched the crowd, you knew what, or well who, you were looking for but you were afraid to even acknowledge it to yourself. The cold glass of your drink made your fingers numb and tingly. You wondered if he had even come tonight.

You laughed as your boyfriend did, as if on cue. You glanced at James, whose eyes flickered to someone in the crowd. You saw his smile falter.

"Y/N how about you finish the story," He finally focused back, handing Lily his drink with a kiss on her head. He left, his body weaving in and out of the crowd, without much of an excuse. You smiled awkwardly at the two people in front of you. You wanted nothing more than to hand Jacob your drink and cig to follow James out. Well, maybe not the cig.

"Flippant man isn't he?" Jacob directed a small smile towards you. You offered a very wobbly one back. You thanked the heavens as Lily left, mumbling something about Marlene having Peter by the scruff of his collar. 

Jacob’s face flashed with recognition, his hand going up as to call someone's attention. He grabbed your waist with a simple let's go and dragged you around the crowd like a rag doll. You finished your drink, the shimmery liquid burning at the back of your throat and your glass sat forgotten on some piece of furniture for someone else to find. Your now smushed cigarette sat at the bottom of the glass. You greeted Jacob's friends warmly, a small shy small playing on your lips.

You tried, you truly did but either the alcohol or the knowledge of your friends being outside wouldn't let you focus on the conversation. Jacob's friends weren't bad, just not your type of crowd. You caught a glimpse of three out of the four marauders coming back in. James immediately made a beeline for Lily, a very sweaty Peter under his arm as he noted Marlene's presence. Remus trailed slowly behind the two. Sirius was nowhere in sight.

"I'll be right back, I gotta go to the loo," you knew your lie had reached the blond as he let go of your waist with a small smile. You pushed through the crowd, avoiding your group of friends. The door was all you could focus on. The man who was possibly on the other side. You weren’t sure he was even there. You didn’t know if you were hoping he was. So you went, the cold night air immediately forcing your lungs to expand. The hall smelled like cigarette smoke. The door closed behind you and it was finally silent.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" Sirius looked at you through his dark lashes, a small smirk on his face. 

"I thought we said we'd quit," your mumbled statement was meant as a joke, both of you just trying to break the icy barrier you had built between you. There wasn't a cigarette in sight.

"Your pile on the astronomy tower says otherwise" you winced, "does your little boyfriend know? I reckon he doesn't like the thought of his pretty girl frying her lungs with a cig"

You stared at him silently, your teeth biting at the inside of your cheek. You regretted finishing your drink. You pulled out the box of Player's No. 6 instinctively. 

"If you don't put it away, I'm going to throw it out the window," Sirius was drunk, he made sense but he felt like he couldn't look at you straight. He closed his eyes briefly. He sort of felt like was melting into the wall. The pack silently went into your pocket again.

"You know it's not like I'm falling in love," you didn't know why you said that.

"I didn't ask that love," you wondered if you were drunk. You observed Sirius, the way his jaw clenched, his tongue running over his teeth as he went deep in thought, eyes still closed. You trudged closer to him, forearms resting against the windowsill. You wanted to kiss him. You felt sick.

"I hate you," you mumbled as he laughed and shuffled closer. Shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. You looked out the window, he stared at the door, body leaning against the stone wall. 

"The same way you hate cigarettes?" He whispered this, his head turning towards yours. He didn't know what he hoped to hear. You were mere inches apart, his warmth mixing with yours, you wondered if you'd get a shock if you touched him. He fought the urge to press his lips against yours. 

"Yes, the same way" You felt the words scratch at your throat. He felt closer than ever, he moved a bit, and you held your breath. His lips pressed against your cheekbone. Right next to a little beauty mark. Soft and light but enough to tie a knot in your throat. You didn't want to cry in front of him again. You felt intoxicated.

"He won't be happy if he sees us," he parted a bit after he whispered this fact, his eyes darting to the closed door. He pressed another kiss to your cheek, this one closer to the corner of your lips. You pushed him playfully with your shoulder. You missed him.

"Do you think he'll break up with me?" you felt as pathetic as when you asked the opposite question three months ago. you frowned. It squeezed Sirius's heart in hope, he didn't answer though. But he didn't have to, you laughed and soon he did too. You laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. You clutched your stomach and stumbled a bit, laughter spilling from your lips like a river. He hoped to hear you laugh like this forever. He’d never get tired of the sound. 

You discovered that Sirius found it equally as hilarious. Tears gathered in his eyes as he laughed, he laughed endlessly, his usual chuckles or boisterous laugh missing. No, this was unfiltered, his sides hurt and he snorted sending the two of you into another fit. 

Your body ached in laughter. Your heart ached for him. You wondered if he thought of you. 

You thought of him every day.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you slowly stopped laughing. 

"You're no good Sirius Black," he could feel his heart flip as your lips said the syllables of his name "You'll do me no good." He pressed his shoulder into yours, turning to kiss the top of your head. It felt like an apology. Like an I'm sorry love, for every time he pretended not to want you, for every time he took you for granted, for letting it get this far, for not remembering or caring or loving. 

You didn't know what he actually meant with it. The door opened again, and the first thing you noticed was the frown on his face. Then the angry red of his cheeks as your boyfriend stomped closer to you. You had never noticed how Sirius was a bit taller.

"I've been looking for you everywhere," his grip on your arm was asphyxiating. You felt like your heart was plummeting down to your stomach. 

"I'm sorry I got distracted," your mumble was blue and laced with regret. Sirius considered taking the swing he'd been pondering about for months. He refrained.

"Let's just go" Jacob pulled you along, down the stairs. Not without sending Sirius a glare over his shoulder. He could hear how the boy talked about him the whole way down, shooting question after question, the why were you there with him's, and the can't even take my eyes off of you's not letting you speak. He hoped you'd look back.

You didn't. You couldn't.

You'd cry if you did.

You wondered if you were supposed to feel this way. Like the sheets were the only thing that could save you. You felt like your bed was stuck on you.

Lily was a sea of worry.

"He's outside the common room he won't stop asking Marls where you are and why you aren't coming down," she sat at the side of your bed. It had been about five days since the party. Since you laughed with Sirius. Since you concluded that you wouldn't. No, that you couldn't be happy without him. "You know how she gets, she's already exasperated."

You've been avoiding your boyfriend like the plague and your heartstrings pulled against your will. You felt bad, you thought you could just forget about Sirius, forget his looks, his touches, his kisses. You felt like the worst person on the planet. You had turned your once kind, sweet boyfriend into a jealous mess. He wasn’t the nicest anymore but you couldn’t blame him. Because it was obvious. More than you had thought. How often your thoughts strayed, how often you thought of Sirius. You knew the real reason your friends didn't exactly love him was because he wasn't Sirius. Because every person on the planet except the bastard himself could tell you were in love with Sirius Black.

Sirius didn't want you though, did he?

"Sweetie, what do you want me to tell him?" Lily in all her caring nature brushed her fingers through your hair. 

"Just tell him I'm really sick and that I'll send an owl or something Lils," you sighed "Just get rid of him before Marls says something insensitive"

Lily laughed "I'm afraid that's already happened but I'll see what I can do.”

As Lily left you thought about Sirius. About what your non-relationship was before. How you lounged around his bed for hours on weekends. Mostly naked as a baby, you would talk for hours. You’d always have sex of course and you’d hardly spend the night, but you would sneak over earlier rather than later, so 'we get the whole day love'. Sirius wouldn’t let you go until dinner was being served and you whined about hunger.

The way he’d kissed you the first time, slow and steady with his hands cupping the back of your head. you were bordering on tipsy. he said he had been wildly drunk but you knew from Remus he had only really had one or two drinks. This was one of the things that made the uneasiness start to prey on you. The way he would subtly kick you out, asking you if you wanted to go to dinner or leaving with you just for you to end up going different ways at the end of the night. The way he’d only kiss you on your lips every so often. The way it was a badly kept secret but a secret nonetheless.

You wondered what was missing from you. Was it something about the way you looked? or worse your personality? You had agonized over your appearance for months. You asked Lily about the trendy muggle workout videos. She had laughed as if you had said something silly.

At first, you thought why Sirius, it would’ve been anyone really. Insecurity was a wild beast, hard to satiate and even worse when it was something as transactional as sex with seemingly no meaning beyond pleasure. why did you decide to kiss him that night? had he kissed you first? you honestly couldn’t remember anymore. 

You stared daggers into the bracelet on your wrist. what had he given your other friends? you wondered about the price as if it would help the urge to feel wanted.

You missed Sirius Black because you were in love with him. Because he was one of your closest friends. You missed his stupid smirks and teases. The way he used to tuck a stray hair behind your ear and kiss the corner of your mouth. You missed sitting next to him at breakfast with his hand always touching your thigh in some way and the way he always saved you your favorite foods. Sneaking into the kitchens because you had missed dinner. He always refused to let you leave his bed until he decided it was enough.

But his body betrayed him until his eyes were droopy with sleep and he’d have to find some force to get up so you wouldn’t end up falling asleep together. 

You missed the way his fingers traced your naked back and the way he’d whisper secrets in French. He always refused to tell you what they meant.

You felt your cheeks dampened and wondered when you had started crying. You were tired of this, you needed everything to stop. Marlene and Lily came bursting into the room, bickering about Marlene’s temper. 

“Well he deserved it-“ Marlene grumbled and a small smile formed on your lips.

”Why is that Marls?” your pleasant smile faltered as the two girls looked at each other nervously. 

“Well it might be best if you talk to him-“

”Oh sod off Lillian she deserves to know,” Lily scowled at the name as Marlene went on “Your boyfriend's a wanker, he got all hot and flustered and had the balls to get in my face” 

You scowled, Jacob didn’t seem like the type. He was sweet and quiet most of the time. You wondered where he had been hiding this temper. You felt the guilt start to bite at your fingertips. Marlene continued,

”He kept talking about how you were probably with Sirius, he kept screaming can you believe it? He was screaming!” Marlene spoke so fast you felt like you couldn’t keep up. “He kept screaming about how you were hiding out in his room, and how you were a- well”

“I think that’s enough Marlene”

“and James well… he came out,” Marlene ignored Lily, but opted for omitting what your very upset boyfriend had rambled on about. Probably for the best, you thought.

”Oh Merlin,”

”He punched him!” You jumped from your bed, eyes wide as Marlene started to giggle but she quickly stopped as you gestured for her to explain. Lily glared at her and Marlene suppressed a smile. 

Lily turned to you, “I just think you need to talk to him directly, he’s in the hospital wing”

”Where’s James?” they both looked at each other, worry in their eyes. Marlene fidgeted with her ring.

“Slughorn took him, we’re hoping McGonagall will get involved at least,” Lily chewed on her lip nervously “It might help”

You sighed as you flopped back down to your bed. Everything was falling apart. You felt like you were falling apart. James wouldn't have gotten physical unless it was needed. He was always so relaxed, sure he always had a witty comment on the tip of his tongue, always some smart bullshit to spew. But to get physical? You couldn't help but still be grateful for him. For whatever the reason was.

Your thoughts strayed to Sirius,

You felt your eyes water again, hot with tears. You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of it all.

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