#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.

[yeagersss]

Random cat reader and Sukuna (ft. Uraume) headcanons!

(Please see my masterlist for this AU hehe)

His name for you is brat. And yes, he calls your kitten brat too. And you'd think that when he says brat and the other brat, it might help distinguish who he is referring to but no even that is interchangeable.

Which leads to Uraume getting extremely confused because he's like:

"Uraume, did you feed the brat?"

"Yes, Master Sukuna."

"Hm. And the other brat?"

???????? "... Yes, Master Sukuna."

Uraume has beef with you. I mean can you blame them really? They're incharge of taking care of the temple and you have the tendency to come in with dirt on your paws, get it all over the tatami mats. Let's not get started on the cat hair sticking on Sukuna's haori or hakama pants that THEY have to wash out.

But they love you really, they'll let you sleep on the shelves in the kitchen when they're working, granted you don't knock over their shit again.

Did I mention the fact that you almost shredded Kenjaku's hand when he tried to pet you? You absolutely hate his guts and become grouchy every time he visits Sukuna.

Yes, you and the kitten's home is in Sukuna's room now. There's a basket with a blanket in the corner where you and your kitten sleep and he keeps the shoji screen parted for easy access to the garden.

Sometimes when Sukuna is chilling on the engawa, you pick up your kitten and walk over and climb into his lap. He doesn't care and just pets you both.

Typical cat behaviour from you includes sitting on top of whatever scroll Sukuna is reading. Sometimes he finds it amusing, sometimes he just chucks you outside when he's not in the mood.

Also when your kitten got older and was in its hyperactive and playful age, it would climb over Sukuna's back. Tiny claws grabbing his haori and just climbing rapidly up and up until it's perched on his shoulder or when it's feeling even more adventurous, it climbs on top of his head.

Which lead to one guy losing his life because he did not expect a kitten to suddenly perch itself on top of Sukuna's head while the King of Curses was staring at him menacingly. The whole thing caught the guy off so hard that he fucking snorted. But then just lost his head milliseconds later.

[kxsagi]

THE GIRLDAD REQUEST?! HELLO?! SO CUTE!!!

u should definitely make a series of that, its so cute!

anyways, i need a live reaction of the bllk men getting jealous if his own children interrupts the time he is trying to spend with wife! reader. even better if a son and daughter is added — where they’re both clingy, but the son’s loud on purpose to tease his jealous father and the daughter is quiet, whining out for attention.

imagine it’s during a cuddling session, then randomly get kicked off of the bed. LMFAOAOO!!!

i hope my request made sense, i’m like half-awake rn. if you could do it with all of the bllk men, it would make my day!

“𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬”

a/n: thank you!!! i LOVE domestic fluff, might make a series, but who knows bc i've never made one before 🌚

ft. isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin

isagi yoichi

all he wanted was ten minutes. TEN minutes of uninterrupted cuddle time after a long day. 

he finally gets you in his arms, snuggled under the covers, whispering something flirty, then suddenly– 

BANG. 

the door FLIES open and your 5-year-old son barrel-rolls into the room like an olympic athlete. 

“MOMMY I NEED A HUG! AND A JUICE BOX! IN THAT ORDER!” 

isagi sits up like 🧍 “bro.” 

you’re already opening your arms because you’re a mom and you love your baby, but isagi looks personally offended. 

“he doesn’t even like juice boxes??” 

your daughter peeks in a second later, dragging a blanket, softly whining “mommy, ‘m cold… i want to sleep on your tummy…” 

you: 🥹🫶 

isagi: “W-WHAT ABOUT ME? I’M COLD TOO. I WANT TO SLEEP ON YOUR TUMMY.” 

eventually your son kicks him off the bed: “DADDY GO AWAY I’M CUDDLING MOMMY.” 

he hits the floor with the force of defeat. 

mutters “traitors… my own family…” while watching from the carpet like a forgotten labrador. 

kaiser michael

do not test this man. he is POSSESSIVE. he finally convinced you to stay in bed five more minutes, wrapped around each other, when the door creaks open. 

“no. no. no. no.” he chants like a horror movie victim. 

your son is already mid-run. “MAMA LET’S PLAY JUNGLE CAVE–” and launches onto the bed. right on kaiser’s stomach. 

he wheezes like he just took a soccer ball to the ribs. 

your daughter waddles in quietly and gently climbs up, snuggling into your other arm like a sleepy kitten. 

“this is fine,” you giggle. 

“NO. this is NOT fine.” 

“papa, you can go now,” your son says with a mischievous smirk. yes, this tiny demon knows he’s stealing your attention. 

kaiser’s eye twitches. “why don’t you go play with plastic instead.” 

you bonk him on the head for that. 

by the end, he’s dangling off the bed edge with a blank stare, mumbling in german under his breath while your kids hog your warmth. 

“i’m the man of this house,” he whispers to himself. “... i am.”

itoshi sae

you were peacefully spooning on the couch, sae half-asleep with his nose buried in your hair. everything was perfect. 

then your daughter appears. 

no words. no noise. just climbs silently onto your lap like a cat and cuddles into your chest. 

sae cracks one eye open. “... are you serious.” 

a second later your son cannonballs onto the couch, full WWE-mode. “DADDY MOVE, MOMMY’S MINE NOW!!” 

sae is FLUNG off the couch. hits the carpet. 

“ow! what the hell?!” 

“LANGUAGE,” you scold while petting your daughter’s head. 

sae just lays there like he’s in a sitcom intro, staring at the ceiling. 

“they were your idea,” he mutters. 

the kids: 🧍🧍 

later, he’s sulking in the hallway muttering about how “no one respects the father in this house” and that he “hopes they grow up to be introverts.” 

your son is not an introvert. he is you, but LOUDER. 

nagi seishiro

he was having the time of his life. warm blankets, cuddles, your soft voice whispering, “just five more minutes, sei.” 

he’s melting into the bed. peace. heaven. 

then pitter patter– 

both kids climb in and curl up on top of you. 

the weight shifts and you roll away from nagi, instinctively pulling the kids close. 

“... huh? where’d you go?” he blinks into empty space. 

he lifts the blanket. it’s just him and his betrayal now. 

“hey. hey. i was cuddling mommy first.” 

your daughter makes grabby hands toward your face. “mamaaaa…” 

your son throws an arm across your neck like a wrestling move. 

nagi frowns. “why do they get to sleep on you?” 

“because they’re adorable.” 

“i’m adorable, too.” 

crawls back under the blanket and tries to lift your arm like a flap to sneak under. your son kicks him. 

“bro,” nagi mumbles. “square up.” 

eventually lays half on top of all three of you, like a big sleepy cat refusing to lose. 

itoshi rin

rin? cuddling? rare. sacred. a national holiday. 

he finally let you curl into his chest and was just relaxing when– 

clunk. the sound of something being dragged across the hallway floor. 

thud. 

“... what is that,” rin mumbles. 

your kids enter like they own the house. your daughter climbs up, whimpering, “mommyyyyyyy i missed you…” 

your son: “I WANNA BE THE PILLOW. MOMMY USE ME AS A PILLOW.” 

rin’s eye twitches. 

“no. she’s my pillow.” 

your son launches into the bed. rin barely dodges a knee to the stomach. 

five seconds later he’s on the floor, disheveled, watching you snuggle the kids. 

rin: “i didn’t even say anything rude this time. why me.” 

daughter: “daddy looks sad.” 

rin: “i am sad.” 

sulks at the doorway like a ghost. 

don’t worry, you call him back after five minutes and he gets sandwich cuddled by all of you. he pretends to hate it. he does not hate it. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[mangooes]

Welcome Home Staryus!

(Name) stretched her arms, yawning as she walked down the grand staircase of the manor, guided by her husband's hand circled around her waist. It was their first wedding anniversary, and although she had a feeling Sylus had something planned, she didn’t expect to wake up to—

“...What in the world?”

She blinked.

Then, blinked again.

Then, she let out a tiny gasp as she clutched Sylus’s sleeve. “Sysy… is that—?”

Standing in the middle of their lavish living room, a fluffy Siberian Husky puppy wagged its tail excitedly, staring up at her with striking blue eyes.

ZOOM.

The Husky bolted straight toward her, tail wagging wildly.

“OH—” Before she could react, a bundle of soft fur launched itself onto her, knocking her onto the couch. She burst into laughter as warm, excited licks covered her face.

Behind her, Sylus leaned against the wall, arms crossed, smirking at the chaos he just unleashed.

“Happy anniversary, sweetie,” he drawled, the bouquet of datura flowers in his hands temporarily forgotten, watching with amusement as She tried to dodge the enthusiastic puppy kisses.

She let out an excited squeal. "You got us a dog?!?"

"Mmm," Sylus hummed, letting the puppy lick his jaw. "You always talked about wanting one, so I figured I’d get you something more lively than jewelry this time."

She gasped between giggles, pushing the fluffy menace off her slightly,

“Our new family member,” Sylus confirmed, a tug of smile on his lips, kneeling beside her and ruffling the Husky’s fur. The pup immediately tackled him next, nipping at his sleeves and growling playfully.

(Name)’s heart melted as she sat up, brushing back her messy curls. “He’s so adorable! What’s his name?”

Sylus gave her a knowing look. “I thought you’d want to name him, kitten.”

She paused, tapping her chin as the puppy licked her fingers. "Hmm… it has to be something special. Something meaningful."

Sylus tilted his head. "How about—"

"No, you don’t get to name him something dramatic, like 'Kitten number 2' or 'Mephisto number 2."

Sylus put a hand to his chest in mock offense. "Sweetie, I would never—"

She gave him a look.

He sighed. "...Fine, maybe I would."

She bit her lip, thinking for a moment before her eyes lit up.

“Staryus!” she exclaimed.

Sylus raised a brow. “Staryus?”

“Mhm! It almost sounded like y'know the starry night sky we always watch back when we were still dating—” she reached out, cupping Sylus’s cheek playfully, “—under the datura fields, it brings back alot of memories!"

She paused for a second before continuing.

"Andddd i wanted to make it ryhm! So that two of my most favourite person in this whole world has the same name."

Sylus chuckled, grabbing her wrist and kissing her palm. “Clever, aren’t you?”

“Always,” she teased before turning to their new puppy. “What do you think, Staryus?”

The Husky barked happily, as if approving his new name. Then, in the most dramatic fashion, he flopped onto Sylus’s lap, belly up, demanding pets.

She bounced in place, hands on her cheeks. "He’s so cute! Look at him! Look at his little face!" She reached out, and the puppy immediately wiggled into her arms, covering her face in enthusiastic kisses.

Sylus chuckled at how she completely melted, rubbing her cheek against the puppy’s fur.

"Ohhh, you’re just the cutest little thing, aren’t you? Yes, you are! Yes, you—hey!"

The pup suddenly grabbed the end of her sleeve and began tugging at it.

Sylus smirked. "Fitting. Seems like he takes after me."

"Hey! That’s a bad habit to inherit!" She whined, but she was still giggling as she tried to gently pry her sleeve away.

She snorted. “Looks like he’s already taking after you, acting like a spoiled prince.”

Sylus narrowed his eyes in an offense manner. “Excuse me?”

(Name) beamed and nuzzled the puppy—now officially named Staryus.

Sylus, meanwhile, pulled both his wife and their new furry companion into his arms, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She squeaked, trapped between her husband and a fluffy ball of fur. “Sylus! At least let me cuddle Staryus first before you get all possessive—”

“Hmm, no,” he murmured, nuzzling into her neck while Staryus now laying in between them happily wagged his tail.

“You’re mine first, sweetie, I'm the father of the pup so you should be giving me my well earned anniversary gift too.”

She smiled, melting into his embrace as Staryus yipped happily between them.

With her husband, their mischievous new pup, and the warmth of their little family, she knew this was the best anniversary gift ever.

HEYYY so another chapter, since i feel like sylus would have such a cute dynamic with a siberian husky (since huskies are dramatic <3) and hey i feel like adding a new addition to the fam (other than mephi and the twins ofc) would be amazing! Staryus is taken from "Stayrus" Sylus's myth name and dont forget the datura flowers haha-

[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.

[valeisaslut]

Collide Ellie and reader doing the puppy interview would be so cute omfg

OMG YESYESYESYESYES I LOVEEE THE PUPPY INTERVIEWS OMFG. here’s the full vision:

COLLIDE ROCKSTAR!ELLIE AND POPSTAR!READER: PUPPY INTERVIEW'S VERSION

you and ellie walk onto the pink set. you’ve got this gorgeous pastel outfit on—tiny miniskirt, expensive-as-hell pearl earrings and necklace, heels so tall you have to hold onto her arm. and ellie? she’s in black jeans, combat boots, a ripped tank. her arms and tattoos are out, and she's chewing gum like she owns the place.

and then the puppies come in.

you SCREAM.

ellie flinches.

“they’re so small,” she says like she’s just seen aliens.

“they’re BABIES,” you gasp, immediately throwing yourself on the floor like one of them isn’t gonna pee on your versace skirt.

a golden retriever puppy starts licking your face and you’re fully melting. like, kicking your feet giggling melting. ellie watches you for two seconds before giving up and lying down next to you like, “fuck it. i’ll die here.”

then the questions start.

“okay, first question,” the interviewer say while you are trying not to cry because there’s a labrador chewing on your sleeve. “what was your first impression of each other?”

ellie raises an eyebrow. “horny.”

you slap her thigh. “ELLIE.”

“what? it’s true.”

you look at the camera like you’re on the office. “mine was that she looked like she could ruin my life. which… accurate.”

the interviewer laughs off-screen.

“okay, next: what’s your favorite song the other has written?”

ellie grabs a puppy, cradling it like a baby. “easy. Into you.”

you narrow your eyes. “because of the lyrics or because how i sound in the demo version?”

ellie smirks. “yes.”

you answer with do not disturb and for your love, obviously, and ellie gets all blushy and weird, which is rare and sacred. she hides behind a puppy and mumbles, “that’s illegal.”

“who said i love you first?”

you both freeze.

a puppy barks.

you slowly turn to each other.

“you did,” you say at the exact same time ellie goes, “i did.”

and then you’re both grinning like idiots.

“what’s something the other person does that always makes you soft?”

ellie clears her throat. “when she wears my clothes. especially the ugly ones.”

“excuse me?” you gasp. “you mean the green hoodie that smells like weed?”

“yeah,” she says. “i’d marry you in that hoodie.”

you pet a puppy for comfort. “when she draws. she thinks i don’t notice but she always draws me when i’m asleep.”

ellie pauses. looks at you. “how do you know that?”

“jesse snitched.”

“he’s dead to me.”

you laugh. “also when she tucks her hand in the back of my jeans in public. it’s slutty and romantic.”

ellie just nods. “that’s the goal.”

and the last question: “if you could only take one thing to a deserted island, what would it be?”

“easy,” you say. “ellie.”

“i was gonna say that,” ellie grumbles.

“aww, really?”

“yeah. you could build shelter. i could… hunt. or whatever.”

“with what, your bare gay hands?”

ellie grabs a puppy and throws it gently into your lap. “yes. exactly.”

the interview ends with you both lying on the floor, surrounded by puppies, giggling like teenagers. ellie’s hand is on your thigh, you’re feeding a chihuahua a treat, and someone off-camera says, “okay, we got the shot,” but neither of you move.

bonus: the top youtube comment is: “watching ellie go from ‘i’ll never do a couples interview’ to ‘hand me that shih tzu and my girlfriend’ is so healing.”

the second one is: “i just know they made out for an hour after this. covered in puppy fur.”

you did.

but... KITTEN INTERVIEW VERSION BCOS IM A CAT PERSON:

the internet wouldn’t survive. you walk in already smiling because the producer told you there’d be at least twelve kittens. ellie pretends she’s unfazed with the whole rockstar thing going, but the second a tiny gray fluffball climbs onto her boot and meows, she melts. visibly.

you catch her whispering “hi, little guy” like she didn’t say ten minutes ago that she’s “more of a dog person.” soon there’s a calico draped across your lap, another sleeping in the hood of ellie’s jacket, and a tiny orange kitten chewing on your mic cord. it’s chaos. adorable, purring chaos.

the questions barely get answered. ellie’s too busy cradling one kitten like a baby while the other climbs onto her shoulder like a parrot. when asked about your love language, she goes “mine is physical touch, hers is cats,” and you snort-laugh loud enough to wake every sleeping feline. you say “mine’s quality time, actually,” and she looks you dead in the eye and says “same thing.”

half the video is just the two of you cooing at kittens and accidentally revealing things like “she sleeps with a stuffed animal named after me” or “i got a tattoo of her handwriting and she doesn’t even know where.” one kitten ends up napping right against ellie's chest, and when you look at her and say “that should be me,” she just smirks and mouths, “later.” the video gets 15 million views in three hours. top comment: “cats and lesbians. this healed me.”

[oh-phoenixx]

"Ball" - Black Brothers/Jegulus microfic - 937 words

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It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Remus had all his scars, why he and his friends were busy every full moon. After realising that Remus was a werewolf, Regulus understood quickly what his friends had done to help him. He decided to do some research into becoming an animagus, and at first, it was just to understand how his brother, James, and Peter had done it. He had no desire to become an animagus himself, really. But he grew curious, eager. It was a long process, yes, but he could do it. 

So, on a full moon, he put a mandrake leaf in his mouth, which he would have to keep there until the next month. He collected everything else he would need with the help of Pandora, the only person he had told his plan. 

Regulus stopped Sirius outside the Great Hall after the following full moon. “Sirius, can I talk to you?” Regulus asked, his voice coming out smaller than he had intended.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Sirius replied with a nod, waving his hand for James, Peter, and Remus to go inside. “What’s up?”

“Don’t laugh,” Regulus started nervously, “but I’m…I’m trying to become an animagus. And I know you and your friends already are, and I wanted your help.”

Sirius’s eyes widened. “I don’t know what you mean, we, uh, we aren’t…”

“Sirius,” Regulus sighed. “I know you are, I’m not an idiot. And I know that Remus is a-” Regulus looked around, remembering that they were in public. “Well, I know what he is.”

Sirius gaped at him further, looking worried. He seemed, for a moment, as though he might argue, but instead took a deep breath and gave in. “Fine. I’ll write down the steps.”

“I’ve already done it all. I just,” Regulus’s voice became an embarrassed murmur, “I wanted you to be there when I, um, transformed.”

Sirius’s concerned frown turned into a grin, and he tried to ruffle his brother’s hair. Regulus sidestepped and glared at him, though Sirius wasn’t deterred. 

Regulus regretted asking him for help, though, when he transformed the next day and it turned out his animagus was a tiny black kitten. When he managed to become human again, Sirius was clutching his stomach and laughing like a maniac.

“It’s not that funny!” Regulus grumbled.

Sirius didn’t seem to agree.

-

Quite soon after becoming an animagus, Regulus found that it was much more comfortable for him to be a cat than a human being. Maybe it was because he was always trying to make himself smaller anyway; maybe because, as a cat, he could just hiss at anyone who came too close, which was not ‘socially acceptable’ for a person.

Regulus sat outside the Gryffindor common room one day, and followed after a student as they stepped inside the portrait. He had intended to talk to his brother, but once inside he found Sirius, James, and Marlene all sitting by the fire. He walked over and curled up by Sirius’s legs, not wanting to disturb his brother's evening.

“Aw, look at him!” James nearly shouted, leaning down to stroke Regulus.

“Don’t, James,” Marlene warned, “I tried to pet him the other day and he scratched me. He’s evil.”

“He’s not evil, Marls,” James frowned, scratching behind the cat’s ears. “He’s a little ball of fluff.”

James picked the cat up and set him on his lap, stroking him absent-mindedly as he continued his conversation with Marlene. Sirius, however, glared at the small black cat. If anyone else had tried that, Regulus would have hissed or bitten them. Regulus was sure, as Sirius looked between him and James suspiciously, that he knew.

It became a habit for Regulus, going into the Gryffindor common room and sitting with James. Everyone else was confused as to why the little black cat hated everyone but him, and James took pride in this. 

“What do you think I should call him?” James asked his friends, the cat nuzzling his face. 

“Leo,” Sirius scoffed. 

James didn’t hear the sarcasm in his tone, and held the cat a few inches from his face. “Leo!”

-

“Regulus,” Sirius called.

Regulus tried to walk away, pretending not to have heard him, but Sirius caught his arm before he could. He dragged him to an empty corner of the hallway, trying to catch Regulus’s eye. 

“You’re in love with him,” Sirius stated. Regulus’s mouth opened and closed, searching for a defense. He couldn’t find any. “It’s okay, you know,” Sirius said, softer now. “But I wish you would have told me.”

“Thought you’d laugh,” Regulus mumbled. “It’s stupid.”

“Nah, it’s not. I mean, I probably would have laughed, yeah, but it’s not stupid.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, and he would never admit that knowing Sirius wasn’t annoyed felt like a weight being lifted off his shoulders. Steeling himself, Regulus clenched his jaw and fixed Sirius with a glare.

“If you tell him, Sirius, I swear I will pull your fucking teeth out,” Regulus threatened. 

“Yeah, whatever you say, loverboy,” Sirius grinned, walking away. 

-

It was months before Regulus built up the courage to confess. He was looking everywhere but James’s eyes as he wondered how to phrase this. 

“I know what you’re going to say,” James smiled down at him.

“You do?” Regulus asked, taking a deep, shaky breath.

“You’re Leo,” James declared, seeming proud of his discovery.

Regulus tried to form words, though was momentarily stunned. “That’s not- I was going to tell you I was in love with you, but how did you know about-”

“You’re in love with me?!”

[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.

[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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[meazalykov]

parents

mia fishel x f!reader

a new kitten will expose the relationship between you and your teammate

it is one rainy saturday when you’re wandering a local shelter with mia, her hand brushing yours as you peer into cages.

you’ve talked about adopting a pet, something to make your flat feel even more like yours.

inside of the shelter, something inside of you had the stop the urge to adopt every cat at the shelter.

mia had more restraint than you, making sure that you guys chose the right one.

the two of you walked around the cages, and in the 'free-roam' room before you see her... a tiny calico kitten.

she had all patches of orange and black, with eyes like green marbles. she mews, a sound so small it cracks your heart open.

after asking one of the shelter volunteers to open the cage, you scoop the kitten up, and she nuzzles into your chest.

mia’s watching, her smile soft, and you know she’s sold too.

you name the kitten waffle, because of course you do, and mia laughs, calling it the most you thing ever.

if it were up to mia, you knew that she would've chose a simple human-like name.

waffle changes everything.

she’s a whirlwind of energy, batting at mia’s socks at home, curling up in your lap during movie nights. you and mia take turns feeding her, cleaning her litter, and snapping photos to send to catarina, who responds with heart-eyes emojis.

you’re so wrapped up in this new joy, you forget to be as careful.

mia and you forgot that your relationship was still a secret to the team. yes, after a full year nobody has suspected anything.

one day, you bring waffle to the training ground, tucked in a carrier, because she hates being alone.

you’re planning to keep her in the physio room, out of sight, but the team’s early, and suddenly you’re surrounded.

“whose kitten?” asks sonia, the coach, her brow raised. you stammer, but mia, ever the quick thinker, says, “ours.”

the word lands like a pebble in a pond, ripples spreading. the team stares...hannah, millie, erin, all of them wide-eyed. you feel exposed, your secret is out, but mia’s hand finds yours, steady and sure.

catarina, leaning against a locker, smirks, her expression screaming i told you so.

she’s known forever thanks to sharing the same national team as mia and you.

catmac steps forward, slinging an arm around you both.

“about time you all caught up,” she says.

sam rolls her eyes while niamh grins, saying she should’ve guessed from how you and mia always pair up for drills. millie demands to hold waffle, cooing as the kitten swats her finger.

erin asks why you kept it secret, her tone gentle, and you admit you were scared of it affecting the team.

by the end of the day, waffle’s the unofficial mascot, and your love for mia is no longer a secret to everyone.

at home, later that night, you’re sprawled on the couch, mia’s head resting on your lap.

you watch waffle darting around the flat. the tiny calico kitten chases a crumpled receipt, her green eyes bright with mischief, but there’s a moment when she pauses, looking around as if searching for something...or someone.

suddenly, it hits you, a quiet ache knowing that waffle seems lonely.

you laugh it off, nudging mia.

“our girl needs a friend, doesn’t she?” you say, half-joking, expecting mia to roll her eyes.

mia sits up with her eyes serious and nods, “yeah, she does.”

the next morning, just two weeks after adopting waffle, you’re back at the shelter. the air smells of fur and disinfectant.

it did not take long before you see a brown tabby, her coat a swirl of caramel and chocolate, with amber eyes that hold a quiet curiosity.

she’s curled in a corner, untouched by adoption papers, like she’s been waiting for you.

you and mia exchange a glance, and it’s decided.

you sign the papers, naming her chicken because your breakfast obsession is unstoppable, and mia’s laugh echoes through the shelter as you write the name down on the papers.

back home, you set chicken down, her tiny paws tentative on the hardwood.

waffle bounds over, tail high, and for a moment, you hold your breath.

after a second they’re sniffing, circling, and suddenly chasing each other in a blur of calico and tabby.

chicken’s a bit smaller, maybe a few weeks younger than waffle, but they’re a perfect match.

they tumble over a catnip toy, wrestle in a sunbeam, then collapse in a cuddly heap, purring like a tiny engine.

you lean against mia on the couch, your heart swelling.

she’s grinning, happier than you’ve seen in weeks, tossing a feather wand for “her daughters” to pounce on.

the both of you watch them play, chicken and waffle, two girls filling your flat with chaos and love.

you murmur, “look at our girls, mia, they’re already best friends,” and her eyes meet yours, sparkling with joy.

she leans in, her lips brushing yours in a quick, soft kiss. you pull back, both of you smiling, as chicken and waffle dart past, filling the living room with their playful chaos.

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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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[asher-agere]

hi ash !!!!!!! kitten regressor dazai and cg oda . ( okay now i take my weekly leave from socialization and tumblr again ) ( not a request btw thumbs up )

I finally made it to this one! I’ve been soo excited for this I even especially asked for permission to make it a request anyway :3

Kitten Dazai + Caretaker Odasaku

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₊ ⊹ Pet regression so I can’t really say an age range… So we’ll start off with pet names! Odasaku calls Dazai “Kitty” because I mean obviously. However he also uses nicknames like “Samu” or “Zai”! Dazai likes still being called by his name because. He’s a cat! Cats are called by their names all the time! Odasaku also uses “Sweetheart” a lot because. Just cause. Dazai doesn’t talk at all when he’s in his kitten headspace so no nicknames for Odasaku!

♥︎ Soo much bottle feeding! Like yes kitty cats drink out of bowls. But also extra tiny kitty cats get to just lay in their owners lap and be bottle fed! And that’s what Dazai wants! Odasaku warms up some milk and sits down with Dazai cradled in his lap, carefully holding the bottle for the little one and petting through Dazai’s hair telling him how good he’s doing! Dazai struggles with eating properly so of course he deserves all the praise when he does it!

₊ ⊹ When he’s not insisting on being bottle fed Dazai loves to eat crab! It’s his favorite food out of headspace, so obviously he loves it even more when he’s just a little kitty cat! He’ll get a cute little bowl, usually a pretty and dainty porcelain one to make him feel all fancy, then he just eats out of the bowl! Sometimes he lets Odasaku spoon feed him, but usually it’s just mouth straight to the bowl, just like a real kitty cat!

♥︎ The eepiest little kitty ever… Dazai loves to just curl up in Odasaku’s lap! Soooo much gentle affection… Odasaku brushing his hair, Dazai making biscuits against Odasaku, Dazai when he’s feeling playful biting Odasaku’s fingers… But also that doesn’t stay playful because Odasaku just sort of lets him. Then Dazai just starts teething using his caretakers fingers- Eventually they need to switch him out for a proper pacifier but Odasaku is such a cat person he absolutely just lets Dazai gnaw on his fingers

₊ ⊹ Dazai definitely has just like a huge cardboard box with some tiny pillows and blankets in it. As clingy as he is, when he gets overwhelmed he likes having some personal space! Just a big old cardboard box for the little guy. He likes laying in his box and having Odasaku pet him at the same time! It’s like the best of both worlds. Plus he can curl up with his cute little toys and be all cozy!

♥︎ I don’t think Dazai would like wearing ears, they create to much pressure on his head and he’s already living with near constant headaches. However… Odasaku takes care of a bunch of kids. Only one of them is a girl but I don’t care this man can style hair because I said so. WHICH MEANS. He can tie Dazai’s hair into cute little braids and secure it into cat ears! It’s usually pretty loose because Dazai hates the smell of hairspray (It’s the sensitive little kitty nose…) and he also hates straighteners because they’re burny and scary. So there’s nothing keeping the hair like stiff and secure but it’s still so cute!

₊ ⊹ So. Y’know how cats like. Play with yarn? And stuff? Ok… Imagine little kitty Dazai on his back on the floor all wrapped up in bandages! Like he found a roll on the floor and he just like batted at it a little bit. And it rolled so cool! So he kept doing it, trying different things… And next thing you know Odasaku finally comes to find him when he hears distressed little meows calling for help and he just sees Dazai completely tied up in these bandages on the floor… The cutest little kitten ever ahh!!

♥︎ So Odasaku’s a writer… I like to imagine little kitten Dazai sitting on his desk and just quietly watching him. And then the second Odasaku gets up for whatever reason Dazai just bats a stack of papers and sends them flying everywhere! Odasaku is definitely getting a little exasperated with this but never angry. But a lot of the time Dazai still hops down and scampers off when Odasaku comes in and sees the mess. He’ll go hide under the bed or in his box!

₊ ⊹ Ok hear me out on this one… Scented plushies! You know how like cats really like the scent of catnip? I think Dazai would like a comforting smell on his plushies to be like that! I feel like he’d really like a light vanilla scent? Maybe hints of cinnamon too though, he wants it to smell like Odasaku! Also definitely likes wearing Odasaku’s clothes and putting them in his little box nest

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For my tiny KOYTLC following my dad bought me more E. L. Fudges today and we finally found Elwood! It was actually the first one I grabbed :0 And yeah. He has the smirk (Not the hair though)

[DNI ID: A brown box with a dark brown border. Dazai to the left, bandages covering the top right corner and over Dazai’s head. Dark brown text reads “DNI if your blog isn’t child safe. I will block NSFW accounts” End ID]