#reader is big and touch starved and also emotionally constipated

[grimicarus]

18+ MDNI

This is just smut. Smut with plot. (Little bit plot, as a treat)

Gender ambiguous!reader x Violet Sorrengail x Xaden Riorson

Usually you preferred to watch. And who could blame you, really? With Violet crying out so sweetly against the mattress, back arched up and pressing her delicious tits into Xaden’s chest while he took her hard and fast, it’s a delectable sight.

But sometimes you like to get involved too. At first it’s cursory, holding Violet against you, her bare back to your chest, one arm over her belly and the other fondling a breast. Crooning into her ear while Xaden fucks her into your lap.

“‘Ow’s that, Pretty Bird? ‘S our Big Man fucking you proper?” While she moans and wails and sings for the both of you, maybe tugging Xaden down for a fierce kiss, all teeth and tongue, sloppy and wild while he rearranged her guts in a way you had dreamed about occasionally.

“Please, please,” She’ll slur, eyes rolling into the back of her head while she tries to tug you into her own kiss, like the greedy bird she is, yanking on your hair roughly as she writhes under your arm. Silly bird, doesn’t she know she’s already getting everything she’s asked for?

Maybe next time it goes a little further, and you’ll kneel between her thighs, eating her out with a ferocious desire while Xaden strokes her hair. Mumbling degenerative filth against her aching cunt, stretching her out for him like the loyal ‘friend’ you are. And if you tongue his name against her clit? Well, no one had to know. No one except you and Violet, who was wailing and writhing, and almost kicks you in the face before you grab her leg and wrench it to the side until it burns.

“Now now, Pretty Bird. Don’t be getting Violent on me.” Your smile is all teeth, and you nip her thigh punishingly as she first apologizes, then wails when you return to her cunt with a doubled ferocity, pushing her over her first peak, then her second, and pulling away just before her third. “Don’ cry, Pretty Bird, the Big Man hasn’t gotten a chance at this sweet pussy, now ‘as he?”

And you never really mention the way you keep Xaden an arm’s length away, refusing to let him touch you, really, beyond kisses that are fierce, and passionate, and not anything more than what you would do outside of the bedchamber. Never mentioning the way you worshipped at Violet’s altar, keeping Xaden in the corner of your eye as you fucked a toy into her weeping pussy, shying away from his shadow’s ever-so-subtly because you just weren’t ready didn’t like him like that.

And what did it matter, really, if you had to share her with him? When you still got to make her cum again and again and again, flooding her thighs and sheets and chair and desk with her slick.

You fall in love with Violet first, but eventually, Xaden starts to grow on you too. Like mold. He’s frustratingly thoughtful. Never tries to touch you beyond the kisses you’d allow, never even attempts anything more, content to worship Violet at your side, the perfect lover to the woman you serve with fervour. It’s not surprising that you begin to soften to him, wall’s dropping one by one until it’s you getting fucked in Violet’s lap.

From behind, the first time. Your elbows by her head, your hands tangled in her hair, her legs wrapped around your waist while Xaden gradually sinks into you, stilling there. Like he’s hesitant to move, letting you get used to the weight and pressure of a thick cock deep in your guts after so long of refusing to let anyone even sneak a hand between your thighs. And Violet, gods, perfect Violet, grinning up at you like the cat that got the cream as she grinds her slick against your toned abdomen.

“‘S ‘at all you got, Big Man?” You grunt once you adjust to the feeling. And then he starts to move, and you see now why Violet fell so hard and fast for this cock. You’re not as loud as she is, you think, but you do drop your head into the crook of her neck, mouthing at the pale skin there that bruises so easily.

And you drop one big hand down to her clit, needing to pass this pleasure on in some way because you don’t know how to wrap your head around the idea of it being yours alone. Not when your Pretty Bird is tucked underneath your massive torso, your teeth dug into her neck feeling like they’re home with her legs around your waist. They’re likely burning at the stretch around your torso as every rough thrust of Xaden’s hips against yours grinds her cunt into your abs.

“F- uck-!” You groan, wrenching your teeth free as Xaden shifts just enough to drill into that sweet spot that makes your entire body shake, tears welling in your eyes as you take in fully what happened. What’s been happening.

Somehow, this small pretty bird you met fluttering up the stairs to the parapet had gotten your massive form wrapped around her little finger. Somehow, this big man who had threatened your bird, scared her, who had been there when you were dragged bleeding and half conscious to the healers after being attacked in your sleep, had gotten you on your knees for him. Somehow, someway, somewhere along the road, you’d fallen in love with the both of them.

“Xaden-“ You whine, and you can feel the way his hips stutter and pause, and his cock jerks inside you before he doubles down on his punishing pace. Fucking into you until your elbow’s have to lock up to keep you from crushing your pretty bird’s form as you say his name for the first time since you’ve met. “Violet!”

“Say it again.” He demands in your ear, snaking a hand into your hair tentatively at first, and when you moan he tugs your head up and away from your pretty bird so she can watch the way your eyes roll and your jaw hangs. His other arm wraps around your chest so his hand can support your throat, somehow holding up your massive form on his own as he fucks you stupid.

“X-Xa-Xaden-!” You whine, struggling to keep yourself together, limp and held up only by Xaden’s arms and cock, Violet taking her legs away so he can get up flush against your back. Fuck, you practically scream when she presses a hand down to where he’s rearranging you, squeezing a finger in alongside his cock curiously. You reward her curiosity when she crooks her finger just right, and kisses you so gently, by actually screaming, and shuddering, and shaking, as you fucking cum harder than you ever have before.

It’s life-changing, and it has you silent from your pleasure as your vision whites out. Never have you cum from someone else’s ministrations- it was hard enough to do it to yourself, and somehow Xaden and Violet had done it the first time they managed to get you sandwhiched between them.

It’s after the clean up, when you’re snuggled up between the two- not on the outside anymore- that you realize just how fucking gone you are for them. And for the first time since showing up here you burn to tell them your secrets, to spill those impossible words that you knew they would never believe. And Xaden’s thigh twitches where it’s hooked over your waist, his hand drifting to stroke your hair while Violet snores against your chest. His gaze burns into you when you turn slightly to watch his face, still awake, seemingly unaffected from the way he had rearranged your guts. The ass.

For a scary moment you’re scared he’ll ask irrational; there’s no way he knew, and your chest burns under Violet’s silver hair because you know if he asked you’d spill all your secrets for him. In this moment, with the memory of him between your thighs and your belly full of his release; your ribs might as well be pried open into a blooming flower of bone and blood and guts with your heart exposed to his searching eyes.

But he doesn’t say anything. Just sweeps some hair out of your eye, pressing a kiss to your temple and holding you and Violet safe against him.

And suddenly, you are no longer an outsider looking in on the love between your dearest friend and her once enemy. You’ve somehow fitted yourself into the bed alongside them, and it makes a tear sneak down your cheek, one that’s sweetly kissed away by the big man who once got all up in your business and never found his way out.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can we see Enji Todoroki (reformed) x male reader who is so unabashedly flirty. Him and the reader working together on hero cases and the reader is so touchy and is trying to go on a date with him.

Enji Todoroki x Hero male reader

Headcanons

Reader has no specific quirk mentioned, cuz I couldn’t think of anything. On the short side, but I enjoyed writing this.

After having grown as a person and reformed as best as he can, I cant imagine Enji sees himself as someone who would go out of his way to date, there’s probably part of him that feels like he doesn’t deserve to be in a relationship.

You two have probably known each other for years and worked side by side for just as long, but your flirting up until then has just been jokes and to keep the mood light because of how serious Enji always is.

After he grows as a person, you start to actually flirt with him for real, though he doesn’t realize that’s what you’re doing. He would just assume it’s the same type of flirting you’ve always done, and just brush it off.

Enji has never been in an actual relationship based on love, since his relationship with Rei was a quirk marriage and he focused so much on becoming strong in his teens, that the thought of dating didn’t even cross his mind.

So, when you start getting touchy with him, like squeezing his biceps or wrapping an arm around his waist, he thinks you are just taking your usual play flirting farther than before.

I can’t imagine Enji is the type to flirt back, even if he returns your feelings. Hes way too stoic and serious, and again, part of him probably doesn’t think he deserves it after everything, or he fears messing that up too.

You don’t let that discourage you though, as you keep flirting with him, hugging onto him, or complimenting him and bringing him gifts and trinkets, which he always ends up accepting even though he scoffs and grumbles about it.

Getting Enji to believe you that you actually have feelings for him is an uphill battle, so you gotta be real determined for it to bear fruit. But when it does, you get to see parts of Enji you never imagined you would ever get to see.

As he starts to gain feelings for you in return, he will start to get the smallest of flushes to his cheeks when you flirt with him. Its barely visible since he already runs very hot, and he’s trained himself to be in full control of his emotions, for the most part. But it’s there.

He has no idea what to do with the fluttering in his chest that you cause, since again, he’s never felt that before, and Enji doesn’t really feel like he has anyone to go to with these feelings.

Of all people, I could imagine he ends up spilling it to Toshinori, most likely on accident. Much to Enji’s surprise, Toshi actually helps him figure out his feelings and how to process them. Enji being Enji would mumble a small thanks and go about his day.

He might clumsily and kinda stiffly try to flirt back, but it just ends up being stuff like him complimenting your form during a fight, or telling you to be careful. You’ll most likely start finding small gifts in your bag or locker back at your agency.

Unknown to himself, Enji starts leaning into your touch when you hold onto him, as he’s probably super touch starved in general. Ends up finding out he’s super sensitive too when you rub at his neck and he almost melts into it.

He kinda reminds you of those battle worn, older male street cats, with their big pouchy cheeks, scars and tired eyes. You joke that if it was possible, he would be purring, especially when he almost arches into it when you run your hands through his hair.

In the end you most likely are gonna have to outright tell him to his face that you like him and want to date him. Enji is still emotionally constipated, but ends up mumbling out that he feels the same, but he has no idea what he’s doing.

Even after you guys start dating, you still flirt with him and get super touchy with him, except now you can also kiss him all over, which always leaves him a little flushed.

Since hes not one to express his feelings much, when he finally does it, it means so much. Like when he kisses the top of your head during patrol, or mumbles a compliment in return to the hundreds you shower him with every patrol.

[mr-celestial-writings]

Hey, do u have any hc for dating the S.E.E.S boys?

S.E.E.S Boys Dating Headcanons

Characters Featured: Makoto Yuki, Junpei Iori, Akihiko Sanada, Shinjiro Aragaki

This is all written for a GN! Reader

PERSONA MASTERLIST

an.1: DO I?? Nonny, I have played through Persona 3 Reload, I am Playing through FeMC's route in Persona 3 Portable. You have no idea the monster you just released

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Makoto Yuki:

Makoto, canonically, is very, very apathetic. So I can see him showing that he cares.

Small gifts, pushing a snack towards you if his knows you haven't eaten, making sure you have the best gear and weapons if you're a member of S.E.E.S.

His love Language is Quality time, and in my minds eye he is so touch starved he's touch adverse. Once he gets a bit more comfortable around you and your relationship, he will sneak you in for cuddles.

For dates, he's probably lowkey about them. Trips to the Mall and arcade together, occasional movies, If he's up to it, he'd even take you to the cafe.

Dress up nicely for this boy, and he will be blushy, but not completely flustered.

He loved you, he wants you to be safe and happy, please do not die like everybody else he loved.

Junpei Iori:

This man gets so Canonically whipped for a girl that it literally saved her life. Junpei loves you with all he is, was, and ever will be, and He Loves You Loudly.

"Hey! Check out my Amazing Partner!" at every chance he gets, type loud. Junpei also goes all out with gifts. The Bigger, or the more you love them, the better.

Junpei's love language is physical touch. He is very respectful of your boundaries, though. If you say cuddles or a no go that day, cuddles are a no go that day.

Much like everything else, Junpei goes all in on dates. He books reservations, pays the bills, he always brings flowers. He loves you, a lot, he wants to make sure you know that.

Junpei would fight The forces of Heaven and Hell to make you smile, and to make sure you're safe. Please, stay safe.

Akihiko Sanada:

A tough guy with a soft side. He show very limited interest in romance or being hit on. He's also new to this whole "dating" thing, so help him through it.

In Persona 3 Portable, we learn that at least once, Akihiko has went to Junpei for advice, so for the haha funnies, I'm saying Junpei is his go to gut for romance.

"Junpei I don't think they'll like this" "Trust me, Senpai! They'll love it!" And it's a giant stuffed toy.

You slowly walk him through it, and you mainly take the lead in the relationship, and slowly Akihiko relies on Junpei less and less.

Akihiko buys gifts that he thinks you'll like and gives them to you when he has the chance. Some small, some big, he just likes seeing you smile.

Akihiko's love languages are Quality Time and Words of Affirmation. Tell him he's doing good. Give him praise. It motivates him to keep going.

Dates are simple, movie dates, usually in the Dorm. He'll sometimes have you train with him too. Just small, intimate moments that mean the world to him.

Akihiko's motivation to get stronger comes from his need to protect those he cares about, so he never loses another loved one. He'd fend off all the shadows in the world if it meant keeping you safe, and he will keep you safe.

Shinjiro Aragaki:

He's emotionally constipated and awkward. The definition of a Loveable dork. Despite his whole bad boy reputation, when it comes to you, he melts.

Like Akihiko, I think Shinjiro is inexperiences with relationships. For the longest time, he kept everybody at a distance. Then you and your stupid, sweet, self had to come in and kick all his walls down.

Shinjiro gets you small gifts you'd like, and he also cooks for you. Don't tell anybody he cooks for you, he has a reputation to uphold.

Shinjiro is all in all, very quiet and reserved about how much he loves you. He's more open behind closed doors. He's not a big fan of PDA, but will hold your hand.

Shinjiro's love language is quality time. He enjoys cooking with you, or hanging out in the common area. Just... existing with you is nice.

For dates, Shijiro doesn't do much. He'll take you places if you ask, but he doesn't really see the point in grand gestures. He loves you, he loves spending time with you, he's happy doing whatever.

Shijiro would rather die than let any harm come to you, so you better stay safe, okay?

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an.2: hey, so, can you tell who my favorite characters are or do I need to make it more obvious?

[fr3aky-fand0ms]

🌙 Moony x Reader headcanons 🌘

These were written with a more post-Temptation Stairway style Moony in mind

Moony is what you might call “emotionally constipated”, so interactions between the two of you can be a bit awkward while she tries to convey her feelings

You wouldn’t know it from just hanging around her pre-relationship, but she’s touch-starved. Dating her will unlock this fact

This one depends on how tall you HC her being; but if she’s taller than you, she enjoys carrying you

You’ll have to help her when skateboarding does wrong (I HC that she doesn’t wear any sort of protective gear)

Prefers being the big spoon, but convincing her to be little spoon is an easy way to see her flustered. Also likes having you lay on her chest

Nicknames are mostly just the different ways she can pronounce (or mispronounce) your actual name, but she’s also a fan of using babe

Because Moony’s so abrasive, arguments over her attitude are likely. She may storm off in the middle of things, but everything resolves once she’s calmed down

[couldyouspeakmyname]

Hi! Very happy to find a beastar fanfic blog UwU

I wanted to ask if you write for Yafya

And if you do could I maybe request headcanons of Yafya meetign and falling in love with an art student carnivore reader

If you don't that's good, I'll look forward to your writings :)

Thanks for your time and best of luck 🖤

I DO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH (I want him to get animated ASAP). 

He’s probably in his zebra disguise when you first meet. I wouldn’t doubt that he’s doing some sort of investigation into the school 

Happens to pass by the art section of the school, and your artwork catches his eye. 

He ends up finishing what he was doing and swings back by the artwork to try and track down the artist. His curiosity gets the better of him

Ends up liking the artwork so much he asks your professor if it’s alright if he commissions you for a piece, or buy the artwork that’s already being displayed

It’s not until he buys at least three pieces that he meets you in person, and he’s honestly...a bit shocked and a bit unnerved that you’re a carnivore. He tries to hide it though, and does really well. 

Doesn’t want to be rude and still ends up getting art from you...just less frequently. Eventually you confront him and ask if you’ve done something wrong. He just says he’s running out of room for artwork. Ironically you see through his shit, you don’t need 350 degree vision to know that you being, well, you made this jerk zebra change his interest in your work

You somehow manage to make him agree to coffee (or tea) to discuss what’s going on. 

You end up talking for longer than he expected, and he finds he enjoys your company. It’s funny, the idea of who you were based on your work didn’t change to much after meeting you, but now he knows your name and face...and that you’re a carnivore. 

You guys go out for more coffee/tea every now and again. It’s a slow friendship before it becomes anything else. Yafya is emotionally constipated, and it takes quite a few months before he really begins to understand he’s caught some feelings. Then he panics.

It’s not you, it’s 100% him. 

Once he does grapple with his feelings is when he tells you who he really is, but doesn’t admit anything else. Again, he’s an mess emotionally. Trusting and then having that trust broken by Gosha has made him really self conscious about putting himself out there

It takes until the next year of you being in school before he tells you how he feels. Please be gentle with him. He acts like a big bad Beastar, but he’s emotionally vulnerable

Once you two start going out, he’s a supporter of your work. Whatever medium you work on, he gets you what you need. You may have to tell him to cut back, he may try to compensate his lack of emotional availability by gift giving. He’s trying.

Since you’re a younger carnivore, he’ll want to spar with you. If you’re not used to it, he’ll train you. Just because you’re a carnivore, doesn’t mean he doesn’t worry about you being at the university late. 

He asks questions about your artwork, what inspires you and such. If you have a deadline to meet, he’ll support you with food or coffee/tea/ect

Kind of overprotective of you. He wont admit it but he’s worried you’ll leave him for someone else, or get hurts because of your association 

Hug him. He’s so touched starved that he really needs it every now and again

Lay his head on your lap when his legs hurt. 

If you do digital artwork and you’re not self conscious, he’d love to watch you draw. It relaxes him so he can sleep easier. He also just sleeps easier in general since he knows you have his back

Thank you for sending this in! I hope it’s alright! 

[iamfitzwilliamdarcy]

Title: The (Step) Mothering Business

Summary: Damian is less than thrilled about Selina and Bruce’s upcoming marriage. Selina has a little something up her sleeve, though (literally). (Selina, Damian, a kitten) (ao3)

Note: It’s Catie’s birthday!!!! If you’re not following @catie-does-things​ you’re seriously missing out (but i mean i do reblog like everything of hers so if you’re following me by extension you follow her lmao). ANYWAY CATIE I hope you have the HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS i love you so so so much you’re always so thoughtful, kind, and insightful and make me want to be both a better consumer/reader and y’know person <3 

The thing about marriage was that you married into a family. And for Selina Kyle that meant marrying a man who’d adopted five kids. Marrying into an emotionally constipated vigilante family of bats and birds. Some of them who have died. More than once.

Tell that one to the guy in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Ha.

She dresses up like a cat, though, so she probably deserves it.

It’s actually not that bad. Really. The kids are mostly grown. She’s had a soft spot for little Dickie Grayson since the day he tumbled into Bruce Wayne’s public life. She’d been at that party, his first “debut,” months and months after his parents had died. Seen how he’d smiled and charmed the adults. But she’d also seen how he’d tugged nervously at his tie, had stayed glued to Bruce’s side.

How he’d picked up the earrings she’d dropped when a server had bumped into her. Rookie mistake, she’d thought at the time, when he plopped them back into her hand, “Miss, you dropped these.”

He frowned down at them and added, “Those look like the one’s the Senator’s wife was wearing.”

She closed her fist around them hurriedly, but he continued, giving her sudden, small, shy smile. “Are you  not wearing them ‘cause they match hers? ‘Cause you would look just as good in them.”

And he’d bounced away back to Bruce’s side, never knowing that they were the Senator’s wife’s earrings. She wonders, sometimes, if he remembers her from that night. She’s never asked.

He was suspicious of her enough as Robin, especially those nights she stole Batman away from him. He’s grown up a lot since then. It startles her, sometimes, to see him now, a man (even if a young one) in his own right.

Jason’s one she wishes she had found before Bruce. It’s the Gotham street kid in her. She’d nagged Bruce about the kid constantly. Had cried for hours when she found out, too late, long after his funeral, that he’d died.

She still drops in on the Red Hood’s patrol routes. He pretends he minds. She knows he doesn’t. Sometimes he mentions a kid who could maybe use a cat, if she had a spare one lying around. She whispers tips to him, when she gets them. When they’re useful. Sometimes she leaves food at his safe house. He never mentions it.

Tim she did find before Bruce, trailing along rooftops at night, all of 11 years old with a camera slung around his neck. She’d taken him back to her place and given him some food. He had protested, saying he had plenty to eat, but she knew hunger could come in the form of loneliness, so she’d listened to him talk about Batman and Robin and veiled comments about his parents’ being gone on vacation or travel for work and him sneaking away from the nanny.  

He came back a few times. Feed strays, and they always do. Selina knew better, but soft spots and all. He found Bruce not too long after, anyway.

He was smart as a whip, sneaky, analytical. She’d told Bruce,  late in his Robin career, that Tim would make a good thief. He wouldn’t speak to her for a month after that.

Then there was Cassandra. She didn’t know her very well, but they’d sparred a few times, and she always smiled her hockey smile at Selina. The last time, just a few weeks ago, she’d said, “Graceful,” when they were done.

Selina had paused in sipping from her water bottle, and Cassandra, sensing (reading?) her uncertainty, repeated, “Graceful. You fight graceful. Like cat.” And she’d held up her hands to her face like paws and hissed. Smiled her gap-toothed grin again. Selina thought that was friendship.

It was Damian who was the problem. Damian was still little, not even eleven yet, and he’d declared, in his lofty way, more than once, how disapproving he was of his father’s impending marriage.

“I don’t know what to do with him,” Bruce says, once morning.

It isn’t quite dawn yet, and she’s snuggled up under his arm, (in her apartment because Alfred has gone suddenly traditional on them, leading up to the wedding, leaving Bruce confused, picking his battles), head resting on his chest. She can hear his heart beat. She thinks she’ll never be over how massive he was. How much space he takes up and how she fits right in.

“I’ve tried talking to him,” Bruce continues. “He won’t listen. I try telling  him but you know how…independent he is.”

“I was going to say stubborn,” she says.

“That too,” he agrees. He huffs out a sight, lets his head flop against the backboard. “I’m just out of ideas.”

Selina laughs, a little. Half the time, Bruce is bewildered by his kids, has no idea what to do with them.  

“You take a break,” she says. “I’ll see what I can do about this one.”

Bruce looks at her skeptically, and she smiles back. She may not know exactly how to handle Damian, but she knows who to ask.

And so it’s with Dick Grayson’s advice and her own spunk that she finds the kid on the Manor grounds. It’s chilly, afternoon, October with a gray sky and colorful trees. He’s wearing a navy hoodie, huddled on top of a slope, hunched over a sketchbook.

He doesn’t say anything as she approaches, but she knows he knows she’s there. He’s been raised by assassins and his father makes it his business to be aware of his surroundings.

“Can I join you?” she asks, and takes his irritated TT as a yes.

She settles down next to him, glad she wore pants (instead of the wooly black skirt Bruce bought her last week, the one she’s been dying to wear) and leans back on her hands. He scrunches around his sketchbook to keep her from seeing what he’s drawing; she doesn’t try to look. She sits in silence for a while, lets him get used to her presence, and then says, “I have a present for you.”

Damian tuts again. “Any attempts at bribery won’t change how I feel about your impending marriage to my father.”

“It’s a kitten,” Selina continues, as if he hasn’t spoken. “A stray I picked up a few days ago. I’m having trouble thinking of a name for her. I thought you might be able to help.”

Damian focuses in on his sketchbook, but she can see he’s listening. Interested. She turns to her bag and snaps it open, lets the little calico cat clamber into her arms. She catches Damian sneaking a glance, but he tuts once more, turns back to his sketch.

“Her mother rejected her,” Selina says. She puts the kitten on the ground, and she bats at her hand. “She was starving. I’ve been bottle feeding her.”

And she had put on a bit of weight since then, was doing well. Curious, playful, sweet. Thriving. She adventures over to Damian, who reaches out a hand gently, lets her sniff it.

They both watch her for a bit. Finally, Selina says, “Damian, I’m not here to replace your mother.”

He stiffens all over. He looks like his father, when she’s caught him off guard, and it catches her off guard, how much they look a like.

He says, “You could never replace Mother.”

Selina nods. “Talia is certainly a force to be reckoned with.”

“The thing is,” she continues after a moment, “I don’t want to try to replace her. I’m not your mother. I won’t ever be. But I am a part of your father’s life, and I’d like to at least be a part of yours, if you’d let me.”

The kitten decides she likes Damian, stands up on her hind legs to paw at his knees. He dangles his pencil in front of her.

“Father has made it clear I have little say in the matter,” Damian says, not looking at her, focused on the kitten. “And I know you only brought this stray because Grayson suggested it might be a bonding experience.”

Selina takes a moment to be impressed in how much disdain such a small person could put into his sneer. Then, she concedes, “Dick did suggest you like animals.”

“Grayson is a sentimental fool,” Damian says, but without much heat. The kitten had climbed into his lap, and he was stroking her head. And anyway, Selina has seen the two of them together as Batman and Robin, knows Damian loves Dick Grayson as best he knows how.

“Maybe so,” she says.

They’re silent for a while longer. To Selina’s surprise, it’s Damian who breaks it, “Her mother, you said--.” Trails off.

“Abandoned her, yes” Selina finishes. “Sometimes mothers do that.”

“Darwinism,” Damian says. “Survival of the fittest.”

“Mm,” Selina agrees.

“It’s not cruel,” Damain adds.

“No,” Selina says. “But sometimes it’s nice to have someone to intervene. The kittens usually grow just fine, with a little TLC. I sometimes wish,” she confesses, not looking at him though she can feel him looking at her.  She breaks off, starts differently, “Mothers are at tricky thing. I sometimes wish,” she repeats. “Sometimes wish someone had for me, too. Intervened, I mean.” She shakes her head, and glances over, meets his gaze.

Damian looks away, down at the kitten, and then back over at her. “You are not my mother,” he repeats.

“No,” she agrees. “I’m not.”

Damian hums. “As long as that’s clear,” he says. His voice is clipped, in the way she’s learned, already, means he’s feeling uncomfortable, hiding emotion he feels is a weakness.

“Absolutely,” she confirms.

They’re silent a while longer. The wind picks up, an the gray clouds darken with the setting sun. She gets up to leave, bends over to pluck the kitten out of Damian’s lap. Maybe it had been a bad idea after all.

But Damian shifts so she can’t touch the kitten, clutches it to him. It’s very small, even in the arms of such a small boy.

“Delilah will need to get used to her new home,” Damian tells her. “And be introduced to Alfred, Bat-Cow, Titus, and Goliath. I think it best she stays rather than move again after your…marriage.”

He doesn’t quite manage to say marriage without a hint of disapproval, but it’s only a small one. Selina hides her smile, nods. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you and Delilah soon,” she says.

“Unfortunately, I expect so,” Damian agrees.

She reaches out and scratches the kitten’s ears, resists the urge to push her luck and ruffle Damian’s hair, and heads back to the Manor where she can’t wait to, very smugly, tell Bruce about her breakthrough. And the new addition to his menagerie.

Well, it’s not like Bruce doesn’t have a stray habit, too.

[grimicarus]

NSFW 18+ MDNI

Small tiny drabble while I have some free time. Enjoy.

There were days where touch burned your soul. The slightest graze crawled under your skin and set your nerves alight with energy and pain and heat. Days where no matter how much Violet may silently beg with those pretty eyes, you’d deny her. It wasn’t her fault, per se. And it wasn’t yours either. It was just something that happened, a fact of nature. The sun rose, Violet was a pretty bird, and some days touch was a revolting concept.

It was on a day like this that you sat cozy in Xaden’s room, lazily sprawled over an exorbitant green chaise that was absolutely not supposed to be here. It was soft, plush. A dark green with a tufted back. The perfect seat for a hulking creature such as yourself to stretch out over while Violet whimpered and moaned a few feet over on the bed.

You occupied yourself with simple crochet, tiny hook clutched within one massive scarred paw, while the other held the small dragon against your palm, thick black yarn hooked over your forefinger. There was something to be said for the symphony that your bird made, just for you, with Xaden bending her in half to get that sweet spot. The one that made her sing in just the right pitch that left your ears ringing and need rising in your core.

“Xaden! Fuck-!” She cried out, and you watched from the corner of your eyes as her back arched violently, big man bullying her sweet little hole with his, frankly, ridiculous length. You didn’t envy her, in this moment. Maybe tomorrow. Sometimes you enjoyed feeling him deep within you, combining your bodies and souls. Today, well. Today you relished in the music as you leveraged the hook into the next stitch.