#yes pet the tiny lap kitten

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP5 | Kantbison + Physical Intimacy

[ramblingautisticman]

Wade getting Logan a pet cat for Christmas.

He insists that the small kitten is just like Logan! That Logan needed a cat to keep him company, and when he reminds Wade he has Mary Puppins to keep him company, Wade just shakes his head and gently places the cat in his arms.

Initially, he pretends not to be that big of a fan. Yes, he names her (she is called Pimpkin because she is an orange cat with green eyes) and feeds her, makes sure she is safe, but other than that he doesn't do much. Doesn't need too.

Until one night, he has a nightmare while Wade is away on a mission, and Logan can't seem to calm down. He is hyperventilating, his claws are out ready to attack, and he can't see anything from the tears in his eyes.

Then he hears a small little meow from the door, and he glances over to see the small cat making her way up to the bed. "Not...not now pumpkin.. don't...don't wanna hurt you.." He mutters, still trying to get his breathing under control.

He really doesn't. Logan does like her. Alot. She is cute, and she is so tiny, and Wade was so proud of himself for the gift that Logan couldn't help but love Pumpkin. She was his. Something he could look after and keep safe- and now he might hurt her.

Obviously, she doesn't understand (or chooses not to listen) and makes her way into Logan's lap, rubbing her fluffy head against him.

He freezes for a second, but slowly his breathing his relaxing and he can pull jis claws back in.

When Wade comes home early that morning, he finds Logan curled up in bed with Pumpkin sleeping soundly on his chest. "Knew you loved her." He mutters.

[ellecdc]

can i request a reader x poly!marauders where the reader finds a stray kitten and she hides in her robes so she can feed it in morning and just carries it around school.

it’s the boys vs a kitten for reader’s attention, especially sirius sometimes he’s talking smack to the kitten who’s a asleep and then reader catches him and scolds him for it

loolllll poor Siri. Thanks for your request!

Sirius' Arch Nemesis

poly!marauders x fem!reader

p1 | p2

CW: brief mention of Sirius' crappy childhood but very brief and it's only for dramatic effect (it's from Sirius' POV, obviously)

Some may deem this dramatic, but Sirius was very sure that this was quite possibly one of the worst things to have ever happened to him.

“Now, that’s a little dramatic, Pads.” Peter chided, watching you coo at a little bundle hidden beneath your robes as you fed it pieces of chicken at dinner.

“She used to feed me chicken like that.” Sirius pouted, causing Remus to snort.

“She’s never once fed you like that, Pads.”

“Awe, poor Siri.” James cooed, sounding awfully sympathetic to his musings; at least Sirius had one ally here. “Would you like me to feed you chicken like that?”

Sirius gave James his best kicked puppy impression (which was very easy seeing as he was a giant puppy and had spent his entire life training for it) and nodded. “Yes please, Jamie.”

James cooed again and pressed a kiss to Sirius’ cheek before dutifully stabbing a piece of chicken and bringing it to Sirius’ mouth.

“Merlin you guys are embarrassing.” Remus muttered as he turned back to watch you dote over the runty little kitten that you’d found in Hogsmeade last weekend all on its lonesome. 

“You should leave it here, dovey. His mama may be looking for him.” Remus tried, though he couldn’t deny that the kitten did look particularly pathetic. The tiny thing was shaking, crying, and looked sort of wet or dirty - Remus may not know much but he was quite certain no kitty mama would let their little one walk around in such a state.

Remus nearly whimpered when you turned your face up to the three boys standing over you with tears in your eyes, your face overflowing with empathy. “Can we wait here then? To see if the mama comes back for him?”

Remus ignored the petulant whining’s from Sirius as he sat himself down beside you in camaraderie with nothing more than a sigh. How could he say no to such a reasonable albeit emotional request?

“Jamie?” You murmured, and Remus wasn’t sure how much of the pout was honest and how much of it was to gain sympathy for your cause, but James was quickly at your side.

“Yes, angel?”

“Do you think you could ask Madame Rosmerta for some water? Maybe tuna if she has some?”

James looked like he really didn’t want to do that but also felt he was in no position to deny you.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He conceded, pressing a kiss to your hair and causing Sirius to grumble.

“Why don’t you come with me, Pads? Once we bring it back we can head to Zonko's whist these two wait.” James offered, causing Sirius to brighten up considerably.

Needless to say, the mama cat never did show up and the kitten let out a number of pathetic little sneezes from its curled-up place in your lap.

“It’s getting dark, dove. Curfew is soon.” Remus reminded you gently.

“I can’t leave it here, Rem.” You moaned, still never raising your eyes from the kitten as it kneaded biscuits into your robes.

And Remus really hated to admit it, but he didn’t think you could leave it here either.

So, thanks to your bleeding heart and Remus’ lack of self-restraint when it came to anything you ever wanted, Sirius was effectively being replaced by a tiny little devil.

“I don’t know why you’re so wound up about this Black.” Marlene taunted from her place in her girlfriend’s lap as said girlfriend massaged her scalp on the couch of the Gryffindor common room. “It’s just a tiny kitten.”

“'Just a tiny kitten'.” Sirius sneered back at his best friend. “Right, so tell me, Miss. ‘My-Girlfriend-Is-Currently-Snuggling-And-Petting-Me-Right-At-This-Very-Moment’, what do you see my girlfriend doing right now?”

Marlene barely maneuvered her head from Dorcas’ lap to see you curled up near the fire with a book in your hand and that stupid kitten in your lap. 

“She’s reading to her cat?” Dorcas responded bemusedly, clearly not seeing what the big deal is.

“Exactly!” Sirius huffed. “That should be me.”

“Oh, my gods.” Marlene grumbled as she stood from her place, grabbing Dorcas’ hand to pull her up too. “Can we go snuggle in the snake pit? I can’t handle Sirius’ level of dramatics tonight.”

“Some friend you are!” Sirius shouted at Marlene’s retreating form as the portrait hole closed behind them.

James and Remus were currently at a prefect’s meeting with James being head-boy and Remus as (the head-boy’s favourite) prefect. 

Usually, you and Sirius would spend this time together just the two of you, which was hard to come by sometimes in such a relationship as yours. One-time you guys went and used the bath in the prefect’s bathroom knowing that all the prefects would be busy for the next hour and having gained the password from your boyfriends’. Another time, you two fashioned your own prank without the help of the other Marauder’s and even got away with it!

But right now, Sirius just wanted to cuddle.

But that was fine! If it was animals you wanted to cuddle with, Sirius was more than happy to oblige.

With a quick glance to ensure that the common room was empty, Sirius quickly shifted into Padfoot and made his way over to you.

Padfoot was feeling pretty confident in his plan, that is until he heard a nasty little sound emanating from your lap.

“Sirius!” You scolded, picking up the now very spiky and angry looking kitten from your lap. “You’re scaring him, Pads!” You cooed, tucking the kitten into the collar of your jumper.

The portrait hole opened at this and James and Remus entered the room hand-in-hand, laughing about something before turning to take in the scene.

“Uh oh...” James started, making his way over to the two three of you currently sitting near the fire. “Did Padfoot try to eat the kitten?”

Padfoot harumphed the best he could in his current doggy form. Is good dog, he thought, would not eat...only maim.

“The kitten is frightened.” You pouted, looking to James for sympathy. James looked like he was considering giving it to you, but Remus spoke up as he scratched placatingly behind Padfoot’s ears.

“Perhaps you should bring him upstairs, dovey. Give him some quiet time.”

You readily agreed, much to Padfoot’s chagrin, and left the common room. Now you’d be all the way up there and he’d definitely not get any cuddles.

“Okay, is anyone else sort of jealous of the cat?” James finally muttered plainly once he knew you were out of ear shot.

Yes, Padfoot thought as he quickly shifted back to Sirius. “Yes! It’s like she’s replacing us!”

Remus scoffed at that. “No one is being replaced, boys. Just relax.”

Sirius levelled his boyfriend with a glare. “Yeah? When’s the last time she read to you by the fire, Moons?”

Remus paused and seemed to think on that for a moment before his eyes darted back to Sirius. “I still think you’re being dramatic.”

“It’s been since the kitten, hasn’t it Remus?” Sirius argued, not willing to let it go.

“Sirius, she’s allowed to love things other than us.”

Both Sirius and James scoffed at that. “I think bloody not!” James retorted. 

“I can concede if she likes other things, but she cannot love anything more than me! She needs to love me the most!” Sirius insisted, causing both of his boyfriends to look at him funny.

“Oh?” James asked with a bemused frown.

“Is that how it is, really? You think she loves you the most out of all of us?” Remus continued.

Sirius levelled them with a look he hoped portrayed a “yeah, duh”. 

“Is that how this relationship works for you Sirius? Which of us do you love the most?” James demanded, crossing his arms in that way Sirius loves because it makes his muscles bulge. 

“Me, obviously.” He answered simply.

“You’re your own favourite?” Remus deadpanned.

Sirius shrugged. “Yeah, I’m awesome.”

“You’re not supposed to have favourites!” James whined.

“You’re telling me you’ve never been like ‘oh merlin, right now Moony is my favourite’?” Sirius asked him.

James scoffed indignantly. “Right now, he very well might be!”

Instead of having the effect he hoped that comment would on Sirius, Sirius nodded in agreement. “See? Favourites.”

“You’re an idiot.” Remus grumbled as he stood and made his way upstairs.

“Do you really have favourites?” James asked quietly once Remus had left, his voice giving way to a vulnerability that made Sirius melt.

“Not a chance, bubs.” Sirius insisted, placing a kiss to James’ temple as he pulled the spectacled boy into his side. “I just like arguing with Moony; he makes it so easy to take the piss.”

James chuckled and allowed some tension to leave his body. 

“No, but seriously, what are we going to do about that kitten?” James piped up and pulled away so he could look into Sirius’ face.

“I suppose my current plan of feeding it to the Hippogriffs is a no?” Sirius asked. He was answered by an unamused glare from James.

“Fine. Fine. Hopefully the novelty will wear off soon.” Sirius conceded. For as much shit as he gave you, he did sort of love how much you loved anything and everything that might be in need of some; himself included.

James and Sirius watched the flames dance in the fireplace for some time, just enjoying the quiet company that the two of them very rarely shared together.

“Why don't we go see what those two are up to, hm?” James asked eventually, helping Sirius up from his position on the floor and heading up the stairs towards the boy's dorm.

The room was quiet as they entered and when Sirius turned after closing the door to survey the room, he let out a horrified gasp.

“How in the buggering hell did he manage that!?” He whisper shouted, pointing to Remus laying on his bed with you pulled into his side, nuzzled into the crook of his arm.

As James moved to survey the two of you from another side, his face morphed into a pained grimace. “Pads, maybe it’s best we-”

But it was too late, Sirius had seen all he needed to see.

“You bloody traitor!” He nearly shrieked, albeit not loud enough to stir you nor the stupid fucking kitten currently curled up in a very content ball on Remus’ chest from your respective slumber’s.

If Remus had been pretending to sleep, his ruse was given away by a smug smirk gracing his face.

“Better luck next time, Sirius.” He goaded, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your arm as you burrowed further into the werewolf’s side. 

Sirius had been beaten, crucio’d, starved, disowned and homeless in his eighteen years of life. But this right here was without a doubt the worst thing to have ever happened to him.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

A Study in Love (Professor!Agatha Harkness x f!Reader)

Synopsis: An old friend of Agatha's stops by, leading to some intense feelings

Warnings: Student/teacher relationship, power imbalance, toxic relationship, age gap (all 18+), swearing, jealousy, possessiveness, smut, oral (Agatha receiving)

Words: 5.1k

Your fingers were slow as they ran through Agatha’s hair. Her head rested heavy in your lap, knees bent as she marked student essays. She kept muttering under her breath, pen slashing over the paper. You were pretending to read the book she’d forced on you while you gazed down at her. The only time you could get away with it was when she was distracted with work. Or when she was asleep.

You couldn’t stop yourself as you let your eyes trace over her features. The pen she kept tapping against her lips, the furrow between her brows, the flutter of eyelashes when she gave a slow blink. She scribbled comments over the paper in red ink, angry and displeased with whatever she was finding. You’d never managed to take one of her classes, but you’d longed to before she’d agreed to mentor you. Now, you weren’t sure you’d be able to sit through a single one without getting lost in the daydream of being with her.

Certainly not if you were watching her put students in their place. That would only make you press your thighs together as you waited to be behind closed doors with her. You loved when she got all commanding and reminded you of your place.

On your knees and promising to follow orders. Bound and writhing on her mattress. Breathless and begging her.

She caught your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your fingertips. You couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face, soft and fond and sure to make her wrinkle her nose. She let you go, but you lingered, gently tracing the shape of her lips. She caught your index finger between teeth, biting down in warning before she released you.

“I need to finish this, kitten,” she said.

“I know,” you replied.

“You have work to do,” she reminded you.

Those blue eyes flicked up to your face and you could feel her mouth pull up into a smirk. You let your fingers trace over her face, doing your best to memorise every tiny thing about her. She caught your hand again, pulling it away, dropping a kiss to the middle of your palm.

“Are you restless, kitten?” she asked.

“Just a bit distracted,” you replied.

“If you’re going to keep being distracted, you have to go elsewhere,” she said, “I can’t have you spreading that distraction to me.”

“I’ll be good,” you said.

“You always try for me, don’t you, kitten,” she said, eyes softening as she looked up at you.

“Uh huh,” you said, nodding your head, grinning down at her.

“Do you want to do something to help me?” she asked.

“Always,” you said.

She slowly rose, sitting up properly, your disappointment only lasting for a moment. Long fingered hands cupped both your cheeks, freezing you under her gaze. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, watching as her eyes darted down to it. Your stomach tightened.

“I need you to do something for me,” she said, her thumb pulling your lip from between your teeth.

“What is it?” you asked, breathless, feeling yourself tip towards her.

“I need you to go find a book in the library for me,” she said.

“A… book?” Whatever you’d been expecting her to say, that wasn’t it.

“Yes, you know, those things people read. You should be familiar with them as I keep asking you to look at them. You have been reading them, haven’t you, pet?” she asked, the corners of her lips curling up. You loved when she teased you like this, all fondness and warmth.

“Which book?” you asked

She grabbed your wrist, scribbling the title and author on the skin of the back of your hand. She flipped your hand, running her fingertip over your palm softly enough to tickle before she let you go.

“Go on, pet,” she murmured, looking at you from under her eyelashes, “go be useful to me.”

You lent forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips. She caught your chin as you drew back, a heated look passing over her face.

“And bring me back a coffee from that cafe I like,” she said.

“Yes ma’am,” you whispered.

You darted forward before she could stop you, brushing your lips against hers. You stood, grinning down at her, looking up at you with pursed lips and sparkling eyes.

“Be back soon,” you said, snatching up your phone and wallet.

You lingered a moment in the doorway, watching her watch you. Her attention had yet to stop feeling heady, an addiction you weren’t even close to wanting to give up, the greatest gift you’d ever received. You blew her a kiss, the throaty chuckle you got in response echoing in your ears as you hurried over to the library.

You hadn’t stepped foot into the old library since beginning your work with Agatha, using her personal library to guide you. It felt odd to be back, a place you’d found refuge for the first few years of your college journey. The familiar scent of wood and paper was surprisingly calming, given that it was not the one you sought out anymore. Now, you looked for something more expensive to calm your racing heart and racing thoughts. Something lingering on the skin of one beautiful woman.

You wound through the study areas, disappearing into the stacks. You looked down at the title scribbled on the back of your hand, no longer needing to squint to decipher the handwriting. It was as familiar as your own these days, layer over layer of it marring every single one of your drafts. May as well try the history section first.

You let your finger run over the spines of the books, reading each one as you wandered deeper into the library. You’d long since lost the sweeping windows, the old lights above you spreading yellow light over the silent stacks. You paused, tilting your head as you read one of the titles.

Moving on, your steps were slow. Your eyes alighted on a thick volume, leather bound, gold filigree shining. You reached up, fingertip grazing over the old volume.

“I didn’t know students still read actual books.”

You startled, head whipping to the side. Sauntering down the stack from the opposite direction you’d arrived, a woman approached. Her dark hair was left loose, thick and shiny, curling against her shoulder. Her hips swayed with each step, confidence oozing from her. You swallowed, shrinking back.

“You must have a real hard ass of a professor to be looking for an actual book,” she said, drawing ever closer.

“It’s the best way to do research,” you said, as if that was a reasonable answer.

Her laugh wasn’t kind, a touch too close to mad. Her eyes widened and a grin spread over her face. You pressed back against the shelf as she stopped in front of you. Her eyes swept over your body, lingering in places that had only been seen by Agatha in months. The scent of wet dirt and crushed herbs surrounded you.

“So what’s a pretty thing like you doing spending the good hours of the day with this dusty collection?” she asked.

“Working on my senior thesis,” you replied.

She lent closer, breathing the same air as you. You pressed back, only meeting sharp wood and book spines. She inhaled deeply, as if smelling you, making you wonder if you should be worried for your safety. Her hand came up, fingers playing with the ends of your ponytail.

“What’s your thesis on?” she asked, voice lowering into a whisper, like she was asking for an intimate secret.

“Witch folklore,” you replied, voice quiet, unsure, shifting your weight from foot to foot.

“Which means you must be studying with…?” she prompted, her free hand coming to rest on the shelf by your head.

“Professor Harkness,” you said.

She hummed, leaning forward until her lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“I’m sure I don’t have to warn you to be careful with that one,” she whispered, “it might be in your best interest to end whatever relationship you have with her.”

“Relationship?” you squeaked.

“Find someone else to mentor you,” you said, drawing back.

The way she was looking at you made you shiver, and not in the same way as when it was Agatha. Your hackles had raised and you wanted to get out of there. There was something about this woman that whispered she was dangerous against the back of your neck.

“Take the advice, pretty girl,” she said, finally taking a step back from you.

You could breathe again.

“And if you find yourself needing someone else, come find me. I’d be more than happy to take you on,” she said, shooting you a wink before she turned on her heels. Hips swayed in tight trousers as she walked away from you, being swallowed up by the library. It wasn’t until it was too late you noticed the leather-bound tome in her hand.

“Fuck,” you said to yourself.

You had to hope bringing Agatha the coffee and one of the muffins she always devoured would be enough for you to make up for not bringing the book back.

“What do you mean it wasn’t there?” she asked, holding the conciliatory muffin as she glared at you.

“Someone had already checked it out,” you said.

“Who?” she demanded.

“I don’t know.”

You kew better than to tell her about the woman and the warning she’d given you. It’s not as if you were going to be listening to it anyway. Nothing could stop you from staying with Agatha. Certainly not a crazy lady talking to you in the stacks of the library.

“I can go back tomorrow and place a hold on it if you want,” you said.

“I suppose you’d better do that,” she said before taking out a chunk of the muffin with her teeth.

You lowered yourself back onto the couch, keeping your eyes on her behind her desk. Her feet were kicked up on the corner and she was watching you as chewed.

“Less distracted now?” she asked.

“Yes?”

She considered you a moment longer.

“I can send you on more errands,” she said, going back to her marking.

“I’m okay here,” you said.

Your book was waiting for you. And it’s where Agatha was. What more did you need?

By the time the sun had set and she had driven you back to her home, you’d completely forgotten about the woman that had accosted you in the library. All you were thinking about was what you were going to have for dinner and at what point the meal was going to be abandoned for eating something else.

“Thai?” you asked her, closing the front behind you.

“Get me that noodle thing I like,” she said, shrugging off her coat.

As you placed the call to the Thai place, you followed her into the living room, tugging on the string on the lamp to flood warm light into the room. She shook her head, flicking the overhead light on before falling back onto her plush couch. The same couch you’d shared your first kiss.

“Drink?” you asked her.

“You’re so good to me, kitten,” she purred.

You lingered a moment, the heat going through you impossible to ignore. She looked at you from under lowered lashes, lips curling up into a knowing smirk. Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips, watching her gaze follow it. Her eyes darkened and you spun on your heels, going to fetch that drink.

You clambered into her lap, knees either side of her hips, as you passed her a glass of wine. She hummed, fingers gently tugging on the end of your ponytail before she pulled your hair free. Her fingers brushed through it, working on untangling the knots she found. Your own fingers were brushing over the soft skin of her throat, feeling the way it bobbed under your touch. Her lips parted as her eyes smouldered up at you.

“Did you finish your marking?” you asked.

“For now,” she replied.

“So you’re all mine tonight?” you asked, leaning closer.

“I could be,” she hummed.

“Well, if you have other plans…” you said sitting up again.

“You’re my only plans.”

Her hand curled around the back of your neck and she dragged you down. She kissed you thoroughly enough for you to dismiss your attempted at teasing her, already squirming in her lap. Her tongue tasted of the wine and the chocolate that had been in the muffin you’d brought her earlier. You didn’t notice the clack of her putting her wine glass on the hardwood floor nor when she took your beer from your hand to do the same.

You lost yourself in the kiss, hands fumbling with the buttons on her shirt, desperate to get to her skin as always. She caught your wrists, pinning them to your side after only getting two undone. You shuddered, hips rocking forward.

The doorbell was loud. You struggled to claw your way out of the haze of lust she always left you in. You blinked, turning your head towards the door. The doorbell rang again.

“Go on, kitten,” Agatha said, releasing your wrists, “that’ll be the food.”

You climbed off her on wobbly legs, not wanting to leave her when you were nothing but liquid heat. Her hand tapped your ass and you huffed, scrabbling for money out of your wallet. You glanced over your shoulder at her, finding her heated gaze watching you. You pulled the door open.

“Oh,” you said, when you saw who was standing on the other side.

“Hello again.”

The woman from the library was standing there, eyebrows raised, interested gleaming in her eyes. You gaped, not sure what to say.

“Private tutorial, is it?” she asked.

“Uh…” You still had no words for her.

“Agatha home?” she asked.

You looked back into the house then out to her again.

“Um…”

Her finger tipped your chin up, keeping you looking at her. You swallowed past the lump in your throat, the swoop in your stomach nothing to do with the throbbing between your legs from only moments before. Her head tilted to the side as she took stock of your appearance.

“So she is home,” she said, thoughtful, more to herself than you, “come out, come out.”

She called over your shoulder and you froze. Her finger was still under your chin, holding you in place, but her eyes were probing the house behind you. The moment Agatha walked into view, you felt it, electricity crackling in the air.

“Hi sweetheart,” the woman said.

“You,” Agatha snarled.

“You’ve caught quite a pretty one here,” she said, eyes flicking to you then back to Agatha.

“Don’t touch her,” she snapped.

You felt warm hands settle on your hips, pulling you backwards. The fingernail scraped the underside of your chin but otherwise did nothing else to stop you. Agatha pushed you behind her body, blocking you from the woman in the doorway. You weren’t sure what was going on, but you didn’t like it.

“What are you doing here?” Agatha demanded.

“Can’t I drop in on an old friend when I’m in town?” she asked, fingers curling around the doorframe.

“I’d hardly describe you as a friend,” she said scoffed, “and you never come here unless you want something.”

“Aren’t you going to invite me in, sweetheart?” she asked, voice softening into a caress.

“I’m in the middle of doing something.” Agatha’s voice was so hard it could snap at any moment.

“Or someone.” Her eyes swept to you, standing behind the older woman, watching on.

Agatha turned to glance at you, her face thunderous. You wanted to reach out, run your fingers down her spine, feel her muscles relax under your touch, but you couldn’t. Not in front of company. Not if you wanted her to keep her job.

“Give us a moment, pet,” she said said.

You nodded, turning around to begin to climb the stairs. You listened as the front door closed again, two sets of footsteps retreating into the living room. You paused halfway up, knowing you should continue up, but not able to. Agatha hated talking about her past with you. No matter how often you asked, she’d brush you off or distract you or refuse to answer. It was wrong to listen in, but you were desperate to have even an ounce more of her. Even if it was gained through less than honest means.

“She’s pretty,” the other woman said.

“She is none of your concern, Rio” Agatha replied.

“No, really, you’ve outdone yourself,” the woman, Rio, said, “I’m sure she loves having the attention of the great Agatha Harkness on her.”

“She’s off limits,” Agatha said.

“Sweetheart.” Rio’s tone was imploring, “you know this can’t end well.”

You froze, breath catching in your chest. It was like a slap to the face, her words so stark, so obvious. She was so sure there was no future for your relationship with Agatha.

“How long have I known you, Agatha?” she asked and you could just imagine her arms winding their way around your Agatha’s body. You didn’t like the way your stomach churned.

“Too long,” she ground out.

“I didn’t question you when you were playing with Wanda, and I should have,” Rio said, “she broke you, sweetheart. It’s been ten years and you still flinch at her name. This pretty little thing is going to graduate and leave you and then who will you have?”

You shook your head, wanting to refute it, but wanting to know more.

“I’ll always be here,” Rio said, “always.”

“Wanda was a mistake,” Agatha said, and you knew that voice. It was the one that said she was angry and doing her best to keep it under check.

“I’d say so. She has her husband and her boys now, doesn’t she? I doubt she even thinks about you,” she said and you didn’t like the casual cruelty of her words.

“This time it’s different,” she said.

That sent a flush of warmth through you.

“Is it? The last student you took as your plaything ended in tears. And who was there to pick up the pieces?” Rio said, “me.”

You hadn’t realised there was a last student she’d done this with. Were you just the latest in a long line of them? Was this her usual modus operandi?

“You can end this before she hurts you. I’ll be here. I’ll help you drown your sorrows,” she said, cajoling, pushing her towards what she wanted.

But that was your Agatha and you wouldn’t give her up without a fight.

“Agatha,” you called out, letting your feet be loud as you hurried down the last of the steps.

She stepped out of the living room, catching you around the waist as you almost barrelled into her. You widened your eyes, eyelashes fluttering, lips falling open. Her eyes slipped over you, lingering on your mouth before they met your eyes again.

“What is it, pet?” she asked, the worry gratifying.

“Is your friend staying for dinner? Only we didn’t order enough food if she is,” you said, “I can call and order more.”

“That won’t be necessary,” she replied.

“Okay,” you said, smiling at her.

“I see why you like her,” Rio said, appearing at her shoulder, “she does like pleasing you, doesn’t she?”

“It’s time for you to go,” she said, voice hardening again.

“Do you see how she treats me? Her oldest friend,” she said to you, circling around behind until her chin rested on your shoulder, hands on your ribcage right above Agatha’s, “but then, she’s never been good at sharing her toys.”

A flash of anger passed over Agatha’s face, hands tightening on you. You reached out, curling her hair around your finger, grounding yourself to her.

“Would you like to play with me, pretty girl?” Rio asked, lips brushing your skin.

“No thank you,” you replied, your eyes trained on Agatha’s.

You loved the way satisfaction flashed in her eye. She stepped backwards, dragging you with her. Nails scraped over your ribs as you were removed from Rio’s grip. You felt safer only being touched by Agatha, not needing to worry so much.

“She’s not a toy,” Agatha said.

“They’re all toys,” she laughed, “but we’re not. We’re the one who play with nice pretty dolls until we get bored with them and return to one another.”

“I’m not doing this again,” Agatha said.

“Let’s play with her together and see how long we last before we break her,” she said, stepping forward, pressing against your spine.

“You can see yourself out.”

Agatha swept you away, her voice cold, a rebuke if ever you’d heard one. Her arm had curled around your waist, keeping you pressed to her side, blue eyes turned to ice as she looked at the other woman. You pressed closer to her, reminding her you were there with her. That you were on her side.

“I’ll look out for the call after graduation,” Rio said.

The two of you watched her saunter out the door, snatching the takeout you’d ordered from the poor delivery guy. Your mouth hung open. Agatha growled as she slammed the door on her retreating back.

“Who was that?” you asked, but you thought you knew.

“Someone you’ll never have to worry about ever again,” she said.

You followed her back into the living room, watching her pace before she paused and looked at you.

“You’re not a toy,” she said.

“I know.”

She grasped your cheeks between both hands, something feral in her gaze.

“She has no idea,” she said before her lips were on yours.

You whimpered, curling your arms around her, pressing your body to hers. She growled, teeth sinking into your lip, the tang of blood blooming on your tongue. You only kissed her deeper, needing to remind her that you had just as much claim over her as she had over you.

You pushed her back onto the couch, ignoring the way she made a surprising noise muffled by your mouth. Straddling her, your fingers were in her hair, holding her in place as you took control. She’d never let you do that before.

It only made you worried about the visit from Rio more.

When you nipped at her lower lip and she whimpered, you knew something wasn’t right. She was pressing into you, straining towards you, kissing you like she never wanted you to stop. She was the air you breathed, the food that sustained you, the life you were given. You would never stop if she didn’t want you to.

But you weren’t used to her being the needy one.

You were gentle as you tugged her shirt from her pants, fingers working the rest of the buttons free. Her skin was warm under your palm as you stroked down her body. You felt when she trembled, pushing into your touch. Your mouth made its was down her neck, laying wet kisses against her until you found her pulse point. With your tongue, you felt her blood thrum through her veins, so alive beneath you.

Your name was a soft murmur, fingers on your chin pulling you back into a kiss. You went easily, knowing you had time to explore, if she’d let you. She didn’t always. You were hopeful this time she would.

Her soft sigh as your hands cupped her breasts was gratifying. Her head tipped back, letting you continue exploring her soft skin with your mouth. You glanced up, finding her eyes closed, a gentle smile tugging on her lips. Her fingers stroked through your hair, playing with the ends of it.

You tugged her bra from her body, nuzzling along her skin. It was a relief to get one hardening nipple between your lips, tongue teasing her. She arched up into your mouth, your name a praise in her raspy voice. You could spend forever there, breathing in the scent of her skin as she softly played with your hair, telling you how good you were, how much she liked what you were doing, how you were hers.

You made your way down her body, teeth nipping at her ribcage when it moved under your lips as she inhaled. Her chuckle was throaty, reverberating through her chest, the vibrations going through you. She helped you push her trousers off her, left in a crumpled heap on the floor.

You smoothed your hands over her leg, trailing your fingertips down until they met the bones of her ankles. Featherlight, you traced the arch of her foot.

“Pet,” she admonished but there was no bite behind it.

You looked up her body, finding those blue eyes watching you, molten, the ice melted. You pressed a soft kiss to her ankle. Her head fell back again and you made your way up her leg, tasting her skin, letting yourself linger whenever her hips canted towards you. Up one leg, then the other, taking your time, wanting her to squirm, enjoying it when you were used to the one squirming under her mouth.

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, purple against her pale skin, pretty and lacy and making your head spin just by having the chance to see them. You were slow as you slid them down her legs, enjoying unwrapping your present. When you were especially good, she let you do this, take your time to enjoy touching her.

She hissed the moment your mouth made contact with her heat, fingers tightening in your hair. You were soft about it, taking your time, small kitten licks to test the waters. Her legs fell open to you, wider, welcoming you in. She tasted like heaven, the best thing you could have in your mouth, the thing you craved every moment of the day you weren’t between her thighs.

Your tongue on her clit, soft and slow, feeling her tremble as you did your best to take her apart the way she so skilfully did to you. Your name, every letter, traced into her skin, the way she claimed you constantly. You’d brand yourself, sear her name into your skin, if only it would let her know you weren’t going anywhere.

You didn’t care if there was a long list of students before you. You’d be the last one. You were not going to leave her behind the moment you crossed that stage and received your degree.

“Pet,” she grumbled.

The longer you spent teasing her, the more worked up she became, the more you enjoyed yourself. Having her at your mercy was such a rare occurrence you weren’t about to waste it. You drew back, suckling a hickey into the vulnerable spot on her inner thigh, right where you could see it. She huffed out a breath, fingers running through your hair again.

“Getting territorial, pet?” she asked, husky and quiet and so warm it made you shiver.

“My Agatha,” you sighed.

Your mouth returned to her and any response she might have had died on her lips. You let yourself feast on her, taking your time, soft and slow, wanting to spend as much time on her as you could. Her legs shook either side of your head, fingers tightening in your hair until it was painful. Even so, you kept to your pace, refusing to give in.

Her hips rose into your mouth and when she came it was with your name on her lips. You lapped at her entrance, before reattaching to her clit, your gentle suckling making her groan. Looking up at her body, she was watching you, such fondness on her face it made you ache in ways you didn’t know you could. She brushed your hair out of your face before pressing you against her more insistently. You kept watching her, taking in every tiny detail.

She was so beautiful, lost in the pleasure, lost in you. Your entire body thrummed knowing it was you making her feel that way. That you had the privilege to have her at your mercy like that. That no one could make her cum like you could.

Her second orgasm was breathless, her third following soon after. You would have stayed there all night if she hadn’t dragged you back up her body, into a messy kiss. You rolled her, resting against the sofa cushions, letting her relax on top of you. Stroking the length of her spine, you kept pressing kisses to the top of her head, feeling her breath against your neck.

“Who was she really?” you asked, worried the question would scare her off, that she would pull away and none of it would matter in the end, but not able to keep from asking.

“She’s from a lifetime ago,” she replied, soft as she nuzzled closer, “she used to be my world.”

“What happened?” you asked, fingers finding the ends of her hair to play with.

“She did something I couldn’t forgive,” she said, offering up no more explanation.

“So why does she think you’re still hers?” you asked.

“Are you feeling threatened, kitten?” she asked, chin poking into your chest as she met your eyes.

“Do I have reason to?” you asked in return.

“You tell me,” she said.

“If you’re asking whether I’m worried you’re going to leave me to be with her, then I don’t know,” you said, “but you’re mine, Agatha, and I won’t be letting you go without a fight.”

“I’m yours, am I?” she hummed.

“All mine, and only mine,” she said.

Her lips pressed to the underside of your jaw. You sighed, going back to playing with her hair, relaxing under the weight of her. She tangled her legs with yours, arm tight around your waist.

“You really won’t give me up?” she asked.

You’d found your home between her thighs, in her arms, in her life. But you were scared if you told her that it would be too much for her. So you tried for something lighter.

“You won’t get rid of me that easy. I’m here for the long haul,” you said.

“And how long is the long haul?” she asked, muffled from where her face was hidden against your neck.

“Forever,” you whispered.

When her lips found their home on your skin and her hands pushed aside your underwear, you submitted to her, losing yourself to her touch. Whatever she needed, you’d give. Including reassurance that you weren’t like the rest of them.

You weren’t easily scared off. Not when you wanted something badly enough. And you’d never wanted anything as much as you wanted Agatha Harkness.

[bedoballoons]

Something got into me.

Modern au!Genshin boys(up to you) hooking up w their s/o in a ferris wheel fem! reader maybe

Oh god

-💤

Oooooo, I gotta admit wouldn't be my place of choice I'm not the biggest fan of heights >///< but I can't wait to write it for you! I hope you enjoy and you like the characters I picked~

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Circus fun~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI! Modern AU! Heated make outs, semi public, f!reader, blowjobs, handjobs, hair pulling, fingering, riding, grinding, and just overall a fun time on the Ferris wheel (Pet names: Lyney: Mon amour, my love, Heizou: Good girl, Wanderer: Kitten)

(Includes: Lyney, Xiao, Heizou, and Wanderer!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney groaned quietly into your ear, his warm breath caressing the shell of it while he held you tightly, the cart you were in swaying with every grind of your clothed heat against his bulge. This was incredibly risky, you didn't have alot of time before the ride was over and anyone could see you from the top of it, but you'd somehow gotten the ferris wheel all to yourselves and you both had been so flirty all day...

"L-lyney~" You moaned into the crook of his neck, his fingers slipping past the waste band of your pants and down into your undies, where you were more than just a little wet for him, "Mmmm mon amour, so turned on for me aren't you~" His voice was coated with lust, sending a shiver down your spine as you attempted to answer him, "Y-yes, please h-hurry~"

He chuckled, sinking his fingers into your entrance and starting off faster than he normally would, spreading his digits inside of you with ever pump of his hand, letting you fuck yourself on his fingers while staring up at you with glazed over eyes, "Y-you're so beautiful mon amour~" You gasped loudly, trying so hard to keep yourself quiet as your walls clenched around him, "Mnngh, hhh-hh~"

"You're going to have to f-finish for me soon my love~" You heard him, but you couldn't dare respond, your thoughts solely focused on chasing your release. He sunk his digits deeper into your wet cunt and you almost screamed out loud when they hit the most perfect spot, body shaking as you came.

You didn't even notice the ride had ended, you were entirely focused on how he licked up your wetness from his fingers with a smirk and that all to knowing gleam in his eyes. He definitely wasn't done yet...

𑁍༄Xiao:

As soon as the cart stopped at the top of the ferris wheel Xiaos lips crashed into yours, hands hurrying to pull you into his lap...he didn't know why but he was so impatient, your body was calling to him and the idea of only having a short time was more than appealing. His tongue slipped into your mouth, fighting yours for dominance as he groaned in delight and silently swore to himself he'd do this more often.

You on the other hand could barely keep up, the tent in his pants that was right between your legs...making you feel hot all over and lack of air from his never ending kiss making your heart race with excitement. You pulled away to catch a breath, but he was quick to go to your neck instead biting down are your skin and leaving delicious marks like he did to show others you were his.

"X-xiao~" You whispered his name in between soft gasps and he couldn't contains himself, his tent rubbing against your clothed heat as wetness seeped through your thin clothes onto his pants, "God you know I love it w-when you say my name~"

"M-make it say it louder~"

𑁍༄Heizou:

Heizou chuckled softly, watching you maneuver yourself between his legs despite the restrictions of the tiny cart, honestly he couldn't believe you'd offered to do this at all, given the fact it was in public and very time sensitive...but he was more than grateful, after all he'd been thinking of your pretty little mouth on him all day~

"Remember darling, you gotta be fast with this. Don't want anyone finding out what we are up to now do we~" He kissed the top of your head, seeing the delightful blush creep onto your cheeks as you nodded, shaking hands undoing his pants zipper and carefully releasing his dick from its prison. You looked up at him as you kissed the tip, letting your tongue graze it slowly while he moaned rather loudly, you almost told him to stay quiet...but you were so high up, perhaps no one could hear anyways.

You took him into your hot mouth, sucking as hard as you could while your hand pleased the rest of his length, you could taste his precum on your tongue and hear his struggled groans ringing in your ears. You loved pleasing him, especially when his hands found their way into your hair, pushing his cock farther into your mouth until it was hitting the back of your throat.

You hummed happily, the vibrations alone making him quietly curse in ectasy, "That's my g-good girl, keep going, j-just- like that, mmm~"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer groaned deeply into the crook of your neck, his fingernails digging into your hips as he thrusted up into your wet pussy that clenched around him so perfectly, he couldn't care less if someone caught what you were up to, all he wanted right now was to see you lust drunk face and your cum around his cock. "M-mmnh, look at you kitten, so desperate that you begged to do this h-here of all places, how dirty~"

You moaned loudly, eyes opening for a split to scan the ground below and make sure no one had heard, but Wanderer had other plans, his length roughly bucking into you so hard the stars in the sky above you disappeared, head thrown back as waves of pleasure washed over you. "Pay attention to m-me kitten, I don't give a fuck who sees us~"

You couldn't catch your breath to respond, air knocked out of you as you came around him, your walls tightening around his dick so perfectly that as he road out your high he came too, filling you as the ride started back up again. "W-way to c-c-close."

"So much f-fun though kitten.."

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Happy kinktober~*⁠.⁠✧

[vandersbf]

Fluffvember 12

Dog/cat/pet // “I can die happy now”

tags: gn reader, vander x reader, fluff, parenting, no pronouns used for reader

warnings: none!

author’s note: long time no see! Done with 3/6 of my exams, so i’m feeling a lot better and have a little more writing stamina. Enjoy the fluff :) this one is less vander x reader and more reader & vander’s kids but it’s still cute af. Also on the longer side today!

You wake up way too early, so early that you can feel the tiredness in your bones. You can feel something tugging at your shirt, and your blink the blurriness out of your eyes to see a tiny blue head of hair standing at the side of your bed. “Hey, Powder.” You whisper, pushing yourself to sit up. “You feelin’ alright, darling?” You ask, trying not to seem too concerned. 

The girl nods, still tugging on your shirt. “I wanna show you something.” She murmurs, her eyes pleading. “Please?” She begs.

“Of course, dear.” You reach out to place a gentle hand on her head, musing her choppy hair. “Give me one moment and I’ll be right out, okay?”

Powder nods and scurries out of the room, the door clicking closed behind her. You reach up to rub your eyes, sighing as you sit up and kick off the blankets. Vander is asleep on the other side of the bed, the blankets pooling around his waist. “Blanket hog.” You whisper, leaning over to kiss the back of his head. You’d always know about Vander’s kids, way before you started dating him, and you made it clear from the start that you knew how important they were. If dating the kindest, gentlest, and frankly, hottest man in Zaun meant playing parent to the rowdiest kids in the world, you’d better bet you were happy to babysit. 

You dig around for your clothes, dressing as quickly as you can before stepping out of bed. You find Powder kneeling next to the couch in the living room, and Claggor sitting nearby with something in his lap. They’re murmuring in low tones, and Claggor perks up when he sees you. 

“What is it this time?” You fold your arms, your tone soft. 

Powder scoops the foreign object out of her brother’s lap and hurries over to you, cradling in her arms. “We found her in the gutter!” She whisper shouts, grinning from ear to ear. “Please, we have to keep her. She’s a baby.” In Powder’s arms is a miniscule kitten with bitten ears and patchy fur. 

You raise your eyebrows. “In the gutter? Really?” You glance over to Claggor, and he shrugs and nods. ”I don’t know if we can keep the thing-“ you stop when you see Powder’s pleading eyes and the way her arms tighten around the kitten, which lets out a little mewl. “…You thought I’d be more likely to say yes than Vander, huh?” 

“Please, please, she’s so small, you can’t kick her out.” She begs, holding out the kitten to you. “We already made a bed for her.” She tilts her head towards the pile of sheets on the couch, set up in a sort of nest. 

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Fine. As long as you two are going to be responsible for her. That means feeding her, cleaning up her mess, all that.” You smile as Powder celebrates quietly, spinning around with the cat in her arms. Claggor leans back against the sofa, a smile creeping onto his face too. You knew you’d probably be in trouble when Vander found out about this, but you didn’t mind, not if it made these kids so excited.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

kind of stupid butttttttt- Koenig/Ghost with a cat girl reader? <3

Ghost & König’s Reaction to You Being a Cat Girl

Warnings: Implied Smut/Sexual Content, Scary Dog Privilege, Pet Names, Sadism, Masochism, Scratching, Mention of Objectification (Consensual), Collar Mentioned, Female Reader.

Ghost

Absolute menace.

The first time he found out, he was shocked, to say the least, given how you managed to hide your ears and tail so well.

But he adjusts fairly quickly.

Sometimes, to get your attention or to get you to come to him when he can’t find you at home, he’ll shake your favourite box of cereal or call “Pspspspspsps–” until you come clamouring round the corner for your food.

He’s always twitching to touch your ears. Just finds them so cute and soft, and while he would never touch them without your permission, he’s dying to.

Sometimes you tease him and bonk your head against his side, give a tiny, fragile purr, and disappear into the midnight corners of the house.

But, when you can see Simon’s had a difficult day, you’ll lay in his lap and let him stroke your head, snuggling into him.

Though it’s not that you don’t like having your ears stroked; you just know that, if you were to let Simon do it, you’d never let him stop.

You’re always really warm and purr a lot, so Simon calls you his “Little engine”.

“‘Cause I’m driving my love van into your heart :3 !” – You say, absolutely oblivious to the cuteness overload you’ve just subjected him to.

Whenever you intentionally (or unintentionally) act cute, it sends Simon feral.

He definitely has a thing for pulling on your tail and making you cry.

Sadist to the max.

“Don’t mewl like that, Sweetheart,” he tells you, your tail in one hand and the lead to your collar in the other.

“Or I might just have to make you cry louder.”

Has a collar with a pendant engraved with the words ‘Property of Simon Riley’ made for you. But he only uses this on a few occasions.

He’d never make you wear it if you didn’t want to; he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s forcing you into a demeaning position.

His names for you vary, but the ones he uses in private are usually cat-related.

Kitty, Kitten (he uses this one unironically – he’s not chronically online so he doesn’t understand the implications), Kitty Girl.

He loves you soooo much, it hurts.

Scary dog privileges for the cat girl he bagged by being quiet and mysterious (unable to talk to you because he thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen).

He genuinely cannot believe his luck; he thinks you must be some artefact sent from the heavens to compensate for the trainwreck his life has been up until he met you.

He’s never felt more alive than when he’s with you.

And he’ll break the minds, bodies and spirits of anyone who tries to take you away from him <3.

König

Has a tendency to talk to you like how any owner talks to their pets.

“Does my pretty little Princess want her dinner now ? Oh yes she does, oh yes she does !”

He doesn’t mean to, honestly.

But ever since he found out you were a cat girl, he just can’t help himself.

It’s second nature to him.

He also tends to treat you as if you’re much more fragile than you actually are, but that’s because he’s never seen you defend yourself (because you don’t have to. König’s immense size and stature has effectively made you the social equivalent of Chernobyl, in that everyone remains outside a fifty-metre radius of you when you’re with him).

If you sit in his lap, he’ll actually die.

And if you start purring–

He’s GONE.

The sound is enough to not only fry his brain, but send him to sleep.

Hence he cannot sleep without you. Which makes his deployment exceedingly difficult for him.

He looks for any and all excuses to pet you.

He’ll straight-up ask you if you want him to scratch behind your ears, and he’ll keep going until you start to feel raw and ask him to stop.

He loves you so much – he can’t bear to be without you for any period of time.

Which, given how you can be rather solitary in nature, leads you to seek out the most inopportune places to catch up on some sleep.

He’s found you curled up in the wash basket before now.

And on top of a bookshelf.

And rather than be offended, he was overwhelmed by how adorable you were, curled up into a ball of almost nothing.

Yes, he did take pictures. Yes, he does keep them under his pillow so he can look at them when you’re asleep or away.

When it comes to the saucy stuff, König tends to hold back. A lot.

He’s absolutely massive and he doesn’t want to hurt you, especially since there’s more of a risk of him doing so by standing on your tail or catching your ears.

But whatever fear he possesses vanishes when you show him how flexible you are. Which has led to some…interesting positions, to say the least.

Btw, he’s a massive masochist. Just a sucker for pain.

Definitely the type to intentionally push you over the edge so you’ll scratch his back.

You have much sharper nails than the average person, which means it’s easier for you to cut deeper without applying much force.

And König loves it.

He has a high pain tolerance so he can withstand the burning sensation of you dragging your nails down his back and get lost in the fact that you’re marking him as yours.

During moments like this, he calls you ‘Kitty’ more than your actual name.

Outside of the bedroom, it’s literally impossible for him to call you anything other than “(Y/N)-Baby, where’s my little (Y/N)-Pie ?”

And you always come running because you know there’s a big cuddle attached to the end of that pet name <3.

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Masterlist Masterlist [Continued] Masterpost Modern Warfare AI Masterlist

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[thesassypadawan]

Make Them Blue (Burnt Vader x PetReader) *Blurb*

Summary:  It was No Nut November and your master, who never backs down, took on the challenge…by submersing himself in his bacta tank for the whole month.  However the time has gone and passed, and now he seeks you out…to help him empty his aching, burgeoning sack.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all of the lovely smut. Blowjob, some manhandling, lots of jizzing, overgrown balls, suitless/bacta covered dark daddy, mention of cumflation…and Vader’s big, scarred dick.

Notes: Happy No Nut November all you, lovelies! 🤍💙

Goes with Make Them Blue (Unburnt Vader x ApprenticeReader)!

- “On your knees…”  The command was simple, straightforward.  And although Vader’s voice is muffled slightly by the breathing mask, it leaves no room for argument.  Not that you would dare nor want to do so.

- “Ye-yes, my lord…”  Without hesitating you drop to your knees before him.  Hungry gaze glued to his hard, leaking length…to his bulging, burgeoning sack.  Hands trembling, folded in your lap.  Thighs subtly squeezing, rubbing together.  “How can I-I serve you…”

- Golden eyes widen, then narrow.  “Worship me…”  Cold, dark laughter rumbles within his chest.  “Show how much you have missed…”  Robotic fingers cups, pinch your chin hard in their durasteel grip.  “Craved my cum…”

- Leaning back on his throne.  Head tilted, resting on his fist.  Vader utters his next undeniable, unquestionable order.  “Now get to it, pet…”

- Happily you obey.  Lips pressing, showering his shaft in needy…desperate kisses.  Sucking on the veins that snake, spiral around it.  Greedily, hard enough to make them grow more prominent…turn a lovely shade of purple, a stark contrast compared to his pale skin.

- “Good girl…”  His words come out in a low, euphoric hiss.  A small praise that sends a thrill down your spine, straight to your aching core.  Puddle beginning to form and pool beneath your quivering body.  “What a good little whore…” 

- Doubling your efforts, you’re more than eager to please him.  Tongue kitten licking, lavishing, and moisturizing the scared skin in your saliva.  Cooing, practically purring as you lap up the stray salty, sweet…bitter, medicinal beads.  Tiny hands kneading, fondling his overly swollen, slick balls.  Humming at the warmth that radiates from them.

- “But I know you can do better…”  Invisible digits lace through, tangle in your hair.  Tugging you roughly forward, guiding your mouth to his drooling tip.  Rutting it lazily against, painting your face in a shimmering layer of his essence  “Can you not…”

- Parting your lips to reply, immediately you’re silenced by his head shoving between them.  Strangled, subdued squeaks slipping past his fat cock.  While you struggle, try frantically to take in as much of him as you can.

- “That’s right, let me hear all those pretty noises…”  Thrusting, rolling his hips.  Feral, almost animalistic groan spills out from behind his mask.  “The ones that only I can draw out of…”  When he drives himself deeper, further into your warmth.  Until your nose is flush with his chiseled abdomen, ports prodding and scratching at your forehead.  “Force you to make…”

- Tears sting at your waterline, roll down your cheeks.  Sack slaps heavily at your chin, sound of cum sloshing rings in yours ears.  Can feel him throbbing, twitching against the velvety walls of your throat.  Stomach bloating slightly from the pre that fills it.

- It’s all too much…oh so blissfully much.  You know he’s only moments away from bursting, from transforming you into his own personal cum ballon.  However…

- Abruptly he yanks you off.  Phantom presence pushes you backwards, pries and holds your jaw open.  Keeping you held in place, watching your master, your god pump his dick vigorously.  Twisted, maniacal look shining in his yellow orbs. 

- Letting out guttural moan, he spews forth like a hose.  Thick, milky globs douse and soaking you.  Slopping, washing over in heavy streams…more than what his whole platoon of his men could produce.  Valiantly you try to swallow what you can, nearly choking on the sheer volume.  The remainder drenching, covering you entirely.

- And once he has finally drained, emptied his balls.  Vader relaxes on his throne once more, mechno legs spread wide.  Staring upon, taking in the sight of your cum-soaked form.  Of your juices seeping out from under you, mingling with his own.  A mere drop compared to what is easily the small pound’s worth that now surrounds you.

- “Well done…  However, I advise that you do not challenge me again…  Less you rather drown or, perhaps, pop next time…”

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[junniieesbby]

🐻ིྀ PhotoBooth|Choi Beomgyu 🐻ིྀ

Pairing: Non Idol Beomgyu x F!reader

Genre: Established relationship! Smut, with fluff.

WC: 1K

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Summary: You are out with your boyfriend Beomgyu and come across a photo booth. You can’t help but drag him in there and make your fantasy a reality.

Warning: Public Sex, Oral (Male Receiving), Use of pet names. Creampie, breeding kink, biting. Let me know if I missed any.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Nothing mentioned in this fiction represents any of the characters.

A/N: Hello Lovelies!! This is part of Mine and @boba-beom Tubatu’s year long birthday Event. I hope you enjoyed it. Please don’t be shy to let me know your honest thoughts. You can send me asks as well!! Also don’t be shy to join and participate in the birthday event. We would love to see so many more participants!this is like 2 days late I’m sorry the tags were not working 🥺

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Baby, look there is a photobooth, let's go please” You pouted while dragging your boyfriend to the booth. “Okay okay baby slow down” Your boyfriend chuckles at how eager you are.

Entering the photobooth you can't help but notice how tiny it really is. Beomgyu sat down first and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you down to sit on his lap. Sitting right on his crotch you couldn’t help but move to feel more comfortable earning a groan and a “behave” from Beomgyu.

“I was just getting situated silly!” you turn to face him, giving his cheek a peck. “Getting situated? Or trying to get fucked in a public?” Beomgyu remarks. “I would never turn down getting fucked in public, but you know what really wanna do right now?” You start to slightly grind on him. “What is it that you really wanna do?” He grips your hips to stop you. You can feel his hard on. You always loved making him feel this way just from a little friction.

“How about I show you.” You teasingly told him. Sliding down from his lap meeting with his covered crotch. You worked fast on unbuttoning his pants and pulling his dick out, giving it a few strokes. “I want a strip of photos where I’m sucking your cock baby” Beomgyu whimpers and nods.

You start giving his tip kitten licks while you stroked the rest of his dick. Teasing Beomgyu was your favorite thing to do. You would tease him and he would be a good boy and listen to you, but the moment you were done he would flip you over and fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

You started to take him in your mouth inch by inch until your nose met with his pelvis. You stayed there until you gagged. “Fuckkk baby your mouth is so warm and wet you're taking me so well” He reaches for your head and thrusts, making you gag on him once again.

You kept bobbing your head and making sure to pay attention to his balls as well massaging them or occasionally sucking on them. “Start the timer please I want my strip of photos with your cock in my mouth” Releasing one of his hands from your hair he started the timer for the photos. You couldn’t wait to see his face in all of the pictures.

You kept sucking him off and deep throating him to get the perfect pictures. “Princess if you keep going I’ll cum in your mouth and I need your pussy” He moans your name pulling you off. You grabbed the photos and looked at the faces he made. He had his mouth wide open with his eyes closed. In another he was biting his lip to stop from moaning too loud. You can see your own head and how he had his hands tangled in your head.They were so perfect exactly how you imagine.

“You got your strip of photos baby girl how bout you be a good girl and come hop on my cock so I can have my own set of photos with me inside that sweet pussy” Beomgyu says as he strokes his own dick. “Okay hot stuff and make sure you come in me please!” You tell him getting up and settling in his lap again. “My little whore needs my babies inside her I see.” He said aligning himself with your entrance allowing you to adjust to his size. “Yes very much so. I need you to breed me. I need your cum so bad” Beomgyu moans and smacks your ass at your dirty words.

“Ride my cock baby, use me to get us both off come on angel I know you got it in you.” At his words you start to ride and hop on his dick like you were a bunny in heat. “Just like that baby girl just like that. Let me lift your skirt up a little so the camera captures your cute ass” You were too fucked out to form any words and your walls started to clench around him. “Fuck your sweet cunt is going to squeeze all the cum out of me isn’t it?” He starts the timer knowing you are close and so was he wanting to capture the perfect moments.

“I'm so close baby please can I come?” You ask out of habit of always asking him before getting your release. “Go ahead baby i'm right there with you let me paint your walls white hmm” He reaches down and flicks your bud which makes you come leaning down biting his neck to stop your loud moan from escaping. He took over and started to thrust upwards until his thrusts were sloppy and you felt warm liquid paint your walls.

After you both catch your breaths you pull away from his neck smiling at him while he grabs the back of your neck to bring your face close to him. “That was perfect baby.” he said, kissing you deeply. He pulls out of you and readjusts your underwear so his cum doesn’t spill out while reaching forward to look at the photos. They were perfect in his mind. The picture consisted of you with your back arched. Him smacking your ass while biting down on your shoulder. His favorite one was when you had your orgasm and you had to bite his neck to suppress the moans.

“Wow I guess we both got the set of photos we wanted '' You tell him giggling. “Be honest with me baby is getting fucked in a photobooth on your list of places to get fucked in?” He already knew the answer to that but wanted you to admit it. “You know me so well handsome, Now I can check Photobooth off my list” You say getting out of his lap. “What am I going to do with you?” He shakes his head. “Love me and fuck me duh” You dragged your chuckiling boyfriend out of the booth. Spending the rest of the day outside and feeling his cum run down your legs, but you loved it and didn’t care if people took notice.

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Available for adoption (yes, still) and Tina's lookin' pretty in pink (she's wearing a weansie (weaning onesie) so that her milk will dry up. She only wears it when she's in the foster room with her kittens, which at this point is about 13 hours a day.) If she seems like your kind of sweet, playful, chatty girl, read the description below and email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at info@ffhsv.org to inquire. Tina (DOB 8/14/23) came to us from Huntsville Animal Services. Along with her came her three tiny kittens, Sydney, Richie and Jeff. We had a kitten, Carmy, who had tragically lost his mother and needed a mother and siblings; Tina and her kittens fit the bill. Tina didn't hesitate to take on Carmy and care for him as one of her own. She did a wonderful job with him - with them all - and now it's time for her to find her forever home where SHE can be the baby!⁠ Tina is a very sweet, friendly, SUPER playful and talkative girl. She is tiny at just over 6 1/2 pounds, but is loaded with personality.  (She is very small-framed, so it's likely she'll stay small.) She's got opinions and isn't afraid to share them. She tends to be more talkative in new situations and quieter once she's more comfortable, but if she wants something she is more than happy to let you know about it. She's super playful, enjoys jumping and running and chasing ping pong balls. She loves to bat spring toys around and she looooves catnip toys. She likes to be picked up and held on your shoulder and petted, she likes to sit next to you or in your lap and be petted, and… well, she just likes to be petted! She enjoys watching birds out the window, sitting in the sun, and keeping you company. She would be okay as an only cat, or - if introduced properly and very slowly - would likely be fine joining a home with another cat or cats.⁠ She has been spayed, vaccinated, and ID chipped, and is ready to go now.⁠ We are located in Huntsville, Alabama; out of area adoptions are allowed, but adopters must come here to complete the adoption since we haven't perfected our cat-delivery drone yet. Email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at INFO@FFHSV.ORG to inquire!

[another-lost-mc]

you would love to adopt a pet of some kind, but mephistopheles isn't convinced.

pairing: mephistopheles x gn!reader

content: sfw. domestic fluff. mephisto's brother (unnamed) makes a brief appearance.

word count: 0.7k

a/n: inspired by this fanart and a true story. you can adapt this to your pet of choice. <3

Mephisto never wanted a pet. Not at first, anyway. You bring up the idea of adopting a small breed of puppy, or maybe a kitten—something that you can raise together, and it won't be too big even as an adult. He has all the typical excuses lined up and ready to go: it'll shed all over the bed and clothes, it'll scratch the furniture and stain the carpets.

He tries to hide his other insecurities that add to his hesitation: Lucifer or Satan will want to spend more time visiting you and your little animal, or you might pay less attention to him because of the creature. It's too overwhelming for him to think about, and no, his horses are not the same—not even close! They don't come inside and make a mess. They're noble, dignified animals. They're not pets.

The little back-and-forth goes on like that for a while. You drop the subject when you realize trying to debate with him about it is getting nowhere, and he foolishly thinks you've given up hope. He doesn't quite understand his own reservations, and he hates how disappointed you look every time a discussion about it ends in a stalemate. He doesn't like saying no to you, but for some reason, he can't bring himself to say yes, either.

One day you send him a message from your D.D.D. asking him to come to the gardens behind his family's estate. When he finds you, you're kneeling beside some night-blooming rose bushes along the property line, and in your lap, wrapped in your sweater, is a little—

"I found it under the bushes, but it's so small and dirty. Maybe it was abandoned?"

You're not above a little manipulation to twist his arm to get your way, but he knows that's not what this is. This is you—thoughtful, considerate, loving you—wearing your heart on your sleeve because you'll gladly set yourself on fire if it means helping someone or something keep warm.

"I'll have someone contact the veterinarian about what we can feed it. You can bring it inside for now," he warns you. His stubborn resolve wavers slightly when you swaddle the tiny creature and hold it close to your chest. "But we are absolutely not keeping it. We're simply going to care for it until we can find a suitable home."

You agree to his terms because he's more generous than you expected him to be, considering his stance on having pets. You care for the baby while he watches from a distance, and he stubbornly refuses your offers to feed or hold it. He watches patiently while you tuck the sleeping creature into the makeshift bed you've made in Mephisto's bedroom. He pretends to be asleep when you get up in the middle of the night to check on the animal, but the little one sleeps soundly in its bed after an evening of warm snuggles and proper food.

When you wake up the next morning, the basket you lined with your sweater and some old towels is empty, and your small animal friend is nowhere to be seen. You rush from Mephisto's room in a panic, pajama-clad and barefoot, eyes still crusty with sleep. You nearly trip over someone sitting at the top of the grand staircase and you recognize the gangly shape of Mephisto's brother. He doesn't seem to care that you nearly barreled over him—he's too busy giggling while he records something on his D.D.D.

"I can't find the baby, have you seen it?"

His brother points down the staircase and that's when you finally notice Mephisto. He's wearing his housecoat over his pajamas and he hasn't brushed his bedhead hair yet, and he's opening each door on the ground level and talking to...himself?

"...and this is father's study. The door should be closed if he's working, but I don't suggest coming in here unless he invites you in. He can be fickle with animals, you know. And next door is mother's office, and her window has a fantastic view of the stables—"

Mephisto turns his body slightly as he crosses the hall, and you finally notice the little canvas bag slung over his shoulder. The baby animal (the one he insisted you weren't keeping) is bundled up in a new blanket you've never seen before. It watches from inside the bag while Mephisto gives your pet the official tour of its new home, and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling too.

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[doumadono]

Synopsis: initially hesitant about adopting a cat, Shoto finds his reservations gradually melting away as he discovers the endearing charm and companionship the furry creature brings

A/N: this story was commissioned on my Kofi page by my lovely @indignant-alpaca - I'm sharing it with her kind permission 🌸 If you like my writing, please consider supporting me via my Kofi page

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST KO-FI COMMISSIONS

In a quaint apartment on the outskirts of the city, Shoto Todoroki found himself faced with an unexpected addition to his life — one that would soon melt the icy barriers around his heart.

His girlfriend, Y/N, beamed as you carried a fluffy ball of fur into your living room. "Shoto, meet Mochi," you announced, presenting the tiny calico kitten nestled in your arms.

Shoto eyed the feline with a stoic expression, his dual-colored eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and reluctance. "A cat?" he questioned, his tone revealing a hint of skepticism.

You nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! I thought it would be great to have a pet. They say cats bring good luck."

Shoto arched an eyebrow, his signature stoicism intact. "Luck, huh?" he mused, as Mochi stretched out her tiny paws, giving a small mew. "I don't need luck."

Undeterred, you gently placed Mochi on the floor, who immediately began exploring her new surroundings.

Shoto observed from a distance, maintaining his cool composure. "She's small," he remarked.

You giggled, "Well, she's a kitten. But just wait until you see her charm."

As if on cue, Mochi approached Shoto, her curious eyes fixated on him.

"I'm not a cat person," Shoto declared, attempting to assert his indifference.

You nudged him playfully. "Give it time, Shoto. Cats have a way of growing on you."

Over the next few days, Shoto found himself begrudgingly amused by Mochi's antics. The mischievous kitten would bat at his shoelaces, pounce on invisible prey, and curl up on his lap during quiet moments.

You couldn't help but notice the subtle softening of Shoto's expression as he interacted with your newfound furry companion.

Another evening, as Shoto sat reading a book, Mochi nestled beside him, purring contentedly.

You seized the opportunity. "Looks like someone's warming up to you," you teased.

Shoto sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Maybe she's not as annoying as I thought."

As days turned into weeks, the bond between Shoto and Mochi deepened in ways neither of them expected.

Mochi, once a mere distraction, became a constant presence in Shoto's life.

Mochi's preference for Shoto became evident. She would follow him around the apartment, ignore your attempts at play, and eagerly await his return whenever he stepped out.

One evening, after a long day of hero duties, Shoto found himself slumping onto the couch, exhaustion evident in his eyes.

Mochi, sensing his weariness, padded over and gracefully leaped onto his lap. She nuzzled against his chest, her purrs resonating through the room.

Shoto, surprised by the comforting gesture, couldn't help but stroke her soft fur absentmindedly.

But Mochi had other plans. As Shoto attempted to get up, Mochi protested with a small meow and refused to budge. It was as if she sensed when he needed a moment of respite, providing a gentle reminder to slow down.

In the mornings, Shoto found Mochi perched on the windowsill, her eyes fixed on the world outside. He joined her, silently appreciating the quiet moments shared with his feline friend.

You often caught them in these contemplative instances, a smile playing on your lips as you witnessed the unspoken connection forming.

One weekend, as Shoto worked on his training routine in the living room, Mochi decided to participate. She playfully swatted at his shoelaces, darting around him in a display of agility that mirrored his own. A small smirk tugged at Shoto's lips, and he found himself engaging in a playful dance with the energetic kitten.

You, capturing the adorable scene on your phone, couldn't resist sharing it later. "Looks like Mochi is teaching you a thing or two."

Shoto raised an eyebrow but didn't deny the truth in your words. Mochi had indeed become an unexpected mentor, reminding him of the simple joys in life and offering companionship in moments of solitude.

As their connection grew, Shoto started incorporating Mochi into his daily routine. Whether it was a quiet moment of reflection, a shared glance during meals, or an impromptu play session, Mochi became a source of comfort and joy for Shoto.

One evening, Yuki found them curled up together on the couch, Shoto absentmindedly stroking Mochi's fur while she purred contentedly.

"I guess you're officially a cat person now," you teased.

Shoto merely glanced at you, a small smile gracing his face. He couldn't deny the warmth that blossomed within him.

Their cozy little family, consisting of an icy-hot hero, his girlfriend, and an adorable cat named Mochi, found harmony in the unexpected bonds that formed. And as the trio shared quiet moments together, laughter and love echoed through the apartment, proving that even the coldest hearts could be thawed by the warmth of feline companionship.

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Your Charles in Max's lap is so cuteeeeee! 🥹 sometimes I can't help thinking that Jimmy and Sassy might think Charles is their fellow feline because all of them have brown fluffy hair/fur and green eyes but idk whether Jimmy and Sassy will love or hate Charles. Love him because he's our fellows! Or hate him because why daddy let that big kitty sleeps on his bed and eats human food! Or even pity him because why daddy makes Charlie whine and scream so much ;(

Since Charles just wanna be in Max's lap as much as his cats, I'd love to read Charles with cat ear headband that makes Max thinks that, for the first time in his life, he wanna fuck a kitty. His kitty. If you're okay with that ofc 🥹

Ahhh anon I am so sorry for the delay in responding but I hope you see this because this made me laugh and smile like crazy - I think I read the line ‘why daddy makes Charlie whine and scream so much’ like a million times!!’ honestly it was the highlight of my whole week!

To be honest I wasn’t sure how to write this one at all but I have given it a go because your message made me smile so much. It's only short but drabble below

“What are you wearing?” Max studies Charles curiously. 

“You don’t like them?” Charles grins and re-adjusts the little kitten ear headband he picked up at the store. It really was too cute to leave behind especially because Max is always calling him his third kitty. Charles didn’t understand the comparison at first but the more time he spends in Max’s apartment the more he realises that there are some striking similarities between himself and the home’s other resident felines. Charles sometimes makes a soft little happy rumbling sound similar to a purr and he is  constantly clambering on top of his boyfriend desperate for attention. Plus as much as Charles would like to deny it he does get awfully whiny when he is hungry. He’s come to accept that he is rather cat like, in fact it’s probably the reason Max loves him so much. 

“They’re cute” Max laughs, Charles actually looks rather adorable with the tiny little ears perched on top of his fluffy hair and his big beautiful eyes staring excitedly.

The Dutchman watches in fascination as his boyfriend sets the shopping bags down and then gets on to his hands and knees. 

“What are you…? “ Max’s words trail off and his brain short circuits momentarily as Charles starts slowly crawling towards him seductively, his movements almost cat-like in their elegance. 

“Don’t you want to pet me?” Charles teases as he climbs up on to his boyfriend’s lap and starts head butting and nuzzling against his neck. It’s meant to be a joke except Charles feels Max shift beneath him and realises his boyfriend is getting turned on. The Monegasque flicks out his tongue and laps up Max’s neck before going in with some smaller kitten licks.

“Charles” Max’s breath shudders out of him as he feels a warm tongue behind his ear, “I …” 

“You going to make me purr?” Charles coos. For a joke purchase the little headband is working wonders on Max, Charles is half inclined to go back and get the tail to match.

“Baby I …” Max groans as Charles grinds down against him, “You look good”

“You want to play with your kitty?” Charles’ heart pounds against his ribcage as he feels Max getting harder beneath him. The Dutchman is also breathing much heavier now, his ragged inhales and exhales making his chest swell over and over. 

“Yes” Max admits as he grips his hands into Charles’ waist. He’s got no idea why it’s turning him on so much but he’s chasing out Charles’ lips and kissing him desperately. 

Charles gives him what he wants at first. Kisses him back with just as much enthusiasm but as the Monegasque  pulls away and starts to tease Max gets to his feet and hauls Charles up in his arms - it's pretty much what he would do with any misbehaving cat, except he has rather different intentions towards this particularly kitty. 

Charles squeals as Max carries him through to the bedroom and places him down on the bed. The Monegasque lifts his hips and lets his boyfriend rip him out of his clothes, everything except for the headband of course. 

“You’re so pretty” Max hums as he strokes his hands over Charles’ body and smiles at how cute his boyfriend looks all rosy faced and with two little pointy cat ears. Charles mewls at the touch and pulls Max back down over him, this time nipping and nosing up his boyfriend’s neck as he gets impatient for more. 

Max laughs against him but gives up control almost instantly and starts to open Charles up, pressing his fingers into his boyfriend until he is stretched out nicely. It doesn’t really take too long, it’s offseason so they’ve been pretty much at it all hours of they day. Charles finds it a lot more fun to bottom when he knows he hasn’t got to jump straight in an F1 car afterwards. 

“Please - “ the Monegasque keens and starts pawing at his boyfriend once he’s ready, his little grabby hands reaching out over and over and trying to divert attention to where he wants it next. 

“My pretty little kitty” Max hums as he leans in and peppers Charles’ jaw with kisses. The Monegasque spreads his legs wide so Max can line up easily but as Max pushes in Charles hisses loudly. 

The initial stretch is worth it though and Charles’ hissing soon melts into happy little whimpers and whines as Max starts fucking him. It’s slow at first, gentle, almost reverent. Max’s hands skate over Charles’ body and stroke through his hair. 

As Charles gets more desperate he starts arching his back and scratching down his boyfriend’s body, his nails leaving red marks against the skin. Max seems to get the hint though, the Dutchman doing exactly as told and picking up the pace until they are both moaning against each other. 

Max mouths at Charles’ neck and thrusts deep inside him as he comes, the Dutchman groaning loudly and desperately reaching out to stroke Charles to orgasm second later. 

“Fuck, that was…” Max eases himself of out Charles and drops down on to the bed next to him, “Different. That was different” 

Charles can’t help but giggle, he thought his latest purchase would get him a round of laughter not Max heatedly ripping his clothes off of him. The Monegasque keeps his little ears on as he does the other very cat like thing he likes to do and curls his body around his boyfriend so they can take a little cat nap together. 

[ghoul-slime]

Mushy May Day 5 - Animals (Aether/Dew)

Day 5! Honestly shocked I made it this far. As always, thanks to @forlorn-crows for organizing this and to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!

Day 5 - Animals (Aether/Dew), no warnings, 1093 words

Aether is wrapping up his shift in the infirmary when he gets the text, mood lifting the moment he sees Dew’s name pop up in the notification. It had only been a few days since the band went back out on tour, and Aether was already missing his little fire ghoul something fierce.

When he opens the message, he’s greeted with a photo of Dew dressed in full costume, holding up a tiny orange kitten in his hands. Dew has sent a handful of other photos, all of the same kitten. Eating treats out of his hand, playing with a little catnip mouse, curled up and asleep in his lap. In the background he can see the rest of the pack sprawled out on the carpet of the green room with a tiny army of kittens and puppies.

Papa must have arranged for an animal rescue to visit the venue that day. Those were always some of their favorite days on tour, Aether thinks nostalgically. It was a great way for them all to de-stress after weeks on the road cooped up in the tour bus or boring hotel rooms. Getting to spend the day with playful little puppies and curious kittens did wonders for everyone’s morale. Dew especially. He was always the last ghoul to give up whatever animal he’d been cuddling with for the duration of the visit. 

Aether’s phone dings, and with it another handful of kitten pictures, along with a message from Dew.

His name is Chicken Nugget!!!

Aether smiles to himself. Three whole exclamation points? Dew must be having a good time with the animal rescue’s visit. He can’t wait to hear about it during their nightly call.

Aether texts back and tells him so.

Dew answers with another picture of himself holding Chicken Nugget up to his face, the tiny little kitten mid cheek-rub against the edge of one of Dew’s bug-eyed helmet goggles. 

Aether sets the photo as his phone wallpaper immediately.

That night when they talk, Dew can’t stop gushing about the kitten.

“Aether, I’m in love,” Dew says dramatically.

Aether gasps in mock outrage. “Wow, should I be jealous?” he answers.

Dew snorts. “Yes actually. I wanted to take him home so bad, but Papa said absolutely no way, no pets on the tour bus. I guess he has a point though,” Dew concedes, sounding more than a little bit sad about it.

“We bonded though, Aeth!” Dew exclaims, excited again. “He picked me over everyone else and he looked so sad when I had to give him back. I felt like I was abandoning him...” Aether can just hear the sad little frown on Dew’s face through the tone of his voice.

He listens to Dew talk about Chicken Nugget for the rest of their call. The fire ghoul has always been a little animal lover, but this is the first time Aether has seen him get so attached. It’s completely adorable, Aether thinks, though he’s sure that Dew will have moved on from it in a day or so once they get back out on the road. 

He’s completely wrong. Dew brings up the kitten every night during their calls for weeks. Worrying about what will happen if he doesn’t get adopted. Worrying about what will happen if he does get adopted, that he couldn’t trust just anyone with his little Chicken Nugget. 

Another month passes and Aether can hear the exhaustion in Dew’s voice building each day. It’s the first time since they’d been summoned that they’d been apart for so long.

“Lonely out here sometimes,” Dew says one night as he dozes off in his bunk on the phone with Aether. “Miss you…” he trails off. 

Aether’s heart aches. There’s still months of touring left. It’ll be nearly winter before he and Dew are reunited. That night, Aether makes a decision.

In the morning, he’s convinced himself he knows what to do. First things first, he has to make a few phone calls. He takes out his cell phone and dials.

Papa? Dew’s not around you right now, is he? Good. Can we talk?

An agonizing two months later and Aether finds himself standing anxiously outside the abbey, waiting for the tour bus to finally come rumbling down the road. To deliver his precious pack and beloved mate back into his waiting arms.

Dew is the first one off the bus, and he flies into Aether, nearly knocking him down in the process. He takes Dew’s bags in one hand and Dew’s hand in the other and leads him into the abbey, listening to him talk about the long flight and the even longer bus ride back home.

Once they’re inside, Dew makes a beeline toward the kitchen. But before he can escape, Aether tugs him back gently by the hand.

“Come here, I want to show you something first,” Aether says softly.

“Aeth, can’t it wait, I’m freaking starving,” Dew answers, rubbing his stomach to emphasize his point.

“Nope, can’t wait.” Aether takes Dew by the shoulders and steers him down the hall towards their shared bedroom. “Come with me.” 

Dew looks back at him suspiciously, but lets Aether guide him toward their closed bedroom door. When they get there, Dew turns the knob and opens the door slowly, unsure of what he’s going to find there waiting for him.

And then he sees it. A tiny little orange ball of fluff curled up in the middle of their nest. Dew gasps, immediately covering his mouth with his hand when the sound wakes the kitten from his nap. Chicken Nugget takes one look at Dew, stretches out his tiny paws, and lets out an excited little mewl.

Dew rushes over to the bed, scoops up the kitten, and cradles him to his chest before turning to back Aether with wide, glassy eyes. “How did you?” Dew’s voice cracks just a little bit.

Oh Satan, if Dew cries, he is definitely going to cry too, Aether thinks to himself in a panic.

“Don’t ask, it was a giant pain in the ass though,” he laughs, wiping a stray tear threatening to spill from his eyes. He pulls Dew in, careful not to squish the little purring kitten between them, and kisses his forehead. “He’s here now though. He was waiting for you. Both of us were waiting for you.”

Dew lets out a sob, and that’s it, Aether is crying too. Chicken Nugget, on the other hand, couldn’t be happier, purring away and kneading Dew's sweatshirt with tiny little claws.

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★★★𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜)★★★

Character: Wanda Maximoff

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Thigh riding, mommy kink, brat taming, kitten as a pet name

Genre: Smut

Word count: 0.9k

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You walked inside your girlfriend's office, crossing your arms and huffing in an exaggerated manner.

The redhead looked up at you, tilting her glasses forward as she lowered her computer screen to have full attention on you, as you were her main priority.

"Yes kitten?" Wanda asked, tilting her head slightly as she observed your exasperated look and body language.

You roll your eyes at the pet name.

Strike one.

"You've been working all day," You groaned, walking closer to your girlfriend and leaning on her desk, your fingers tapping unintelligible patterns on the wood below their tips.

Wanda sighed, brushing off your attitude as just simply getting up on the wrong side of the bed.

"I know Y/n," The older woman smiled, looking down at her computer for a second before locking eyes with you once again. "I'm almost done, just give me a few more minutes, alright?" She asked, her eyes looking at you like you hadn't just rolled your eyes or come in all upset.

You only managed to scoff in response, your eyes looking around the room as your angry grip on the table only increased, alerting Wanda's attention.

"Can you just stop working for a minute?" You reply with a frustrated tone, rolling your eyes once again, causing your girlfriend to raise an eyebrow.

Strike two.

"Kitten," Wanda warned, looking at you with more serious and demanding eyes as your bratty behavior and attitude only increased.

"What?" You grunted, crossing your arms with a loud huff.

The redhead stood up, wrapping her hand gently around your neck, not applying any pressure as she began to speak in a firm tone.

"Mommy is working. Now be the good girl that I love and be quiet," She replied, the pads of her fingers only managing to press slightly into your skin.

You push her off, biting your lip in frustration.

"Can't you just stop working? Or are you addicted?" You huffed, gritting your teeth.

Strike three.

Wanda had enough, and she showed it almost immediately. She quickly grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you onto her lap as she quickly slid off your bottom garments.

"Shush kitty..." She muttered in your ear with a dark and seductive vocal range. "You're not going to speak until I say so,"

Finally! She was finally paying attention to you!

You let a tiny whimper escape your mouths, only for your lips to be slightly pulled apart by your girlfriend's thumb.

"Did you not just hear me?" The redhead asked, to which you nod, making a smirk tugging at your lips.

Your lips pursed together in frustration as you felt Wanda's thigh grind up against your aching cunt, your eyes shutting tightly as your clit was then rubbed by her upper leg.

You knew you shouldn't have disobeyed her, but you only expected a spanking or something of the sorts.

You didn't expect her to have you on her lap, grinding your wet pussy against her clothed thigh, the texture of her jeans sending slight shockwaves throughout your body as you continued to move your hips just like your girlfriend had instructed you to do so.

Her left hand kept a hold on your lower back, her thumb rubbing circles around your soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as her other hand resumed typing away on the keyboard.

At just the rub of her thigh you felt your body softening itself, the feeling of her touch was indescribable to you, even if it was supposed to be a punishment.

The next 20 minutes were excruciatingly long, tears pricking at your eyes as you silently begged Wanda to let you release with your whimpers and pleading looks.

The moment you saw her laptop close you felt a rush of relief wash over your body, but it was quickly increased when your girlfriend looked at you, beginning to rub at your clit with harsh movements.

You easily finished all over her leg, the milk of your orgasm falling to the floor as you looked back up at the redhead, who began to speak with a smirk evident in her tone.

"Oh no sweetheart...Mommy isn't done with that pretty pussy of yours just yet..."

[sweetprfct]

Ralph

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kittens and Joe... what more could you ask for?

Author's Note: I can't stop loving the new pics of Joe and the cat! Ugh, I had to make a small little fic. Enjoy this one! :)

Wordcount: 1.3K

“You did not.” Joe stood in front of you, his hands on his hips and his brow raised at you.

“Oh, yes I did.” You giggled, amused at the current expression that was plastered all over Joe’s face. 

Joe just got home from a long day of filming and found you sitting on the sofa, watching TV. Not only were you sitting on the sofa, you were holding something on your lap. Not something. 

A cat.

A cat with grey fur and in fact, it wasn’t actually a cat. It was still a little kitten. It was tiny, and it had those blue eyes. Joe tilted his head towards it, brows all furrowed but at the same time, he looked a little fascinated by the tiny creature that was currently asleep on your lap. Your fingers softly stroked its fur as it purred and rubbed its head against the blanket that was underneath him.

“Where did you get it?” Joe asked, his voice almost a whisper. 

“At the shelter. One of the cats just gave birth about a month ago, and they were wondering if I wanted to take one of the kittens.” You shrugged. “I told them I’d take all five of them—”

“Five?!” Joe’s eyes widened, his body turning to look for some more kittens around the flat. 

“Oh, relax!” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I only took this one.”

Joe sighed in relief, his shoulders slumping back down from the tension. It wasn’t like he didn’t like cats or kittens for that matter. He just didn’t expect to have a pet with all the messy and busy schedule he has and with yours too in the office. Who was going to take care of the little one when both of you weren’t home?

“Darling, I’m a little worried.” Joe scratched the back of his head. 

��Why?” 

“Who’s going to take care of him or her?” Joe shook his head. “I travel a lot, and I know you have been busy at work too.”

You gave Joe a reassuring smile as you continued to pet the little kitten that was on your lap. 

“It’ll be fine, Joe. I’ve thought about this. Besides, don’t you just love him?”

You tilted your head towards the little kitten as it fluttered its eyes open and yawned. Joe couldn’t help but smile as he knelt down in front of you and his fingers stroked his grey fur. The panic expression on his face suddenly turned into a soft one. His eyes sparkling as he stared at the kitten.

“His name is Ralph.” An amused smile tugged on your lips as soon as you saw Joe gazed up at you with wide eyes.

“Ralph?” His brows raised. “Like…”

“Yes,” You replied to the question that he was currently asking in his head. “Ralph from Timewasters.” 

“Why?” Joe couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Because I love Ralph, and c’mon…” You pouted your lips, tilting your head at Ralph. “Doesn’t he look like a Ralph?”

Joe barked out a small laugh, shaking his head. Joe knew that his role as Ralph in Timewasters was one of your favorites. 

Of course, you would name him that.

You watched as Ralph stretched his legs on your lap before reaching a paw towards Joe. You couldn’t help but softly chuckle at the fondness of your new kitten towards Joe already. 

“Looks like he loves you already.”

Joe sat next to you, taking Ralph in his arms and softly scratched his head with his fingers, making Ralph purr happily. You let out an approving hum and got up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen to pour some milk for your new kitten. When you walked back into the living room, you found Joe doing a little baby talk to Ralph, and you stood by the doorway entertained at the little show that was in front of you. 

“You know, I’m now worried.” You said, setting the milk down on the floor.

Immediately, Ralph jumped off Joe’s lap and went straight for the milk as Joe smiled, watching his new little baby getting fed by you. 

“What are you worried about?” Joe asked.

“That you have now attached yourself to Ralph when two minutes ago, you were debating about his presence in this household.”

“Aw, darling.” Joe got up from the sofa, pulling you into his arms. “Are you jealous of the attention I’m giving to him?”

“Maybe.” You teased, staring into his chocolate button eyes.

“Don’t worry.” He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “You’re always going to be my number one.”

You felt your cheeks flushed as you chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Joe leaned in to kiss you on the lips softly, making you smile through the kiss and pulled him close to you. Suddenly, Ralph’s tiny head started rubbing against your ankle and then at Joe’s, making the both of you pull away from the kiss. 

“Okay, I hope he won’t be in any interruption when I’m kissing you.” Joe said, picking up Ralph and holding him in his hand. 

Ralph was so tiny that he could literally fit in Joe’s hand. It was the most adorable thing you have ever seen. 

“Who knows, he might be cuddling with you tonight.” You joked.

Joe let out a soft hum as he gazed down at Ralph. “You can’t, okay? You need to respect boundaries around here.”

“Joe!” You laughed, shaking your head. 

“It’s true.”

Walking away, shaking your head in disbelief, you made your way into the kitchen to start preparing for dinner. Hearing the bathroom door closed, you figured Joe started freshening up. Ralph’s tiny meows echoed as he entered the kitchen and started rubbing his head against your leg and walked around it, trying his best to get your attention while you cooked dinner. 

“Okay, hold on.” You chuckled softly when Ralph continued to walk around your legs. 

You set the food on the table as soon as you finished cooking it and right before you could pick him up, Joe had already beaten you to it as Ralph rubbed his head against Joe’s hand, while he held him in his arms.

“Who knew you being a cat dad is kinda… hot.” You smiled. 

Joe let out a soft approving hum, one arm wrapped around your waist. “Am I a cat dad now?”

“I think so.” You laughed softly.

You leaned in to give him a kiss only for Ralph to put a paw right on your chest. For a small little guy, you could feel the pressure that he was putting on you. 

“See, that’s a problem.” Joe laughed, setting Ralph down on the floor. 

“That’s fine. I guess I have to share.” You grinned happily. 

The rest of the night was spent eating dinner, Ralph sitting on your lap and then switching to Joe’s lap again. Then, as you both washed the dishes, Ralph was sitting on top of the kitchen counter happily as he watched the both of you. It was sort of funny to you to think how earlier this afternoon, Joe was hesitant about having Ralph but a few hours later, he was literally attached to the kitten. 

It wasn’t until you freshened up and entered your bedroom when you found Joe asleep on his side of the bed already. You could tell he had a long day at work but there was something so adorable and surreal as you stood by the doorway for a moment and stared at him. His chest going up and down steadily, his eyes closed and Ralph asleep on his stomach. Joe’s hand had one on top of Ralph, while the other was underneath his head. 

They both looked peaceful.

“Won’t be cuddling with him tonight, huh?” You murmured under your breath sarcastically.

Although, you couldn’t help but admire the little family that was now in this household. Sliding yourself next to Joe and underneath the covers, you leaned in to give him a soft kiss on his cheek and a kiss on top of Ralph’s tiny head. 

You certainly could get used to this. 

The End.

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