#i have to head to work soon but my kitty is napping in my lap and the sunshine is warm and i don't wanna

[jtownraindancer]

even dirty ol' bounty hunters like to flip through old books sometimes ♡

[vampcubus]

Tanjiro would sit so pretty in my lap, but so would Todoroki.

Like, imagine Tanjiro in a women’s kimono, the fabric slowly falling off his shoulders as he looks up at you.

And then imagine Todoroki in a little cat maid dress, his little ears and cat bell looking so adorable. <3

i’m just imagining sun hashira tanjiro who needs to disguise himself as a woman for a mission, and you’re all to eager to doll him up. he’s grown his hair out extra long, and it’s even more beautiful when it’s done up in an intricate style with colorful pins.

as soon as he arrives home, he’s searching for you, smiling when he finds you sitting cross-legged at the kotatsu. he crawls over until he’s perched all prettily in your lap, bare legs on either side of your hips, feet sore from walking in tall geta all day. he’s slumped against you, eye-catching kimono hanging low off his shoulders. he just basks in your close proximity for a moment with closed eyes, taking in your comforting scent before he lifts his head from your shoulder to gaze up at you sleepily and adoringly.

and omg shouto is your clingy lil princess and your lap is his throne. if you’re working too hard and not giving him enough attention he gets pouty, staring longingly at your empty lap as you finish paperwork. he disappears for a bit, and you suspect he’s crawled into bed for his afternoon nap— which makes you feel a bit guilty, since you usually napped together.

your brows furrowed when you heard the sound of a jingling bell getting closer and closer, a bit perplexed since none of your cats had bell collars. you’re confused for all of two seconds before shouto appears in front of you, and you do a double take when you see what he’s wearing. you close your laptop and smirk at his frilly attire, a slutty maid outfit with cat ears and the cutest bell collar around his pretty pale neck.

“can i help you, kitty?” you teased, and he grabs your laptop to put it to the side. that’s all the warning you receive before he’s jumping in your lap, and you can’t help but laugh as your catch him in your arms and smother his face and neck in kisses. “just wanted some attention, huh?”

“you’re working too much, forgetting you have a boyfriend…” shouto mumbles, tucking his face in the crook of your neck as you stroke his back.

“my poor baby, well you certainly have my attention now, pretty kitty.”

[minminyoonjii]

Stray Love Haven Day 5 : [Seo Changbin/Lee Minho]

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/42120486

💗Series Masterlist

🌹CW:

Size Difference|Riding|Finger Gag|Daddy Pet|Praise Kink|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.2K

Minho whined, nuzzling his face into the crook of Changbin's neck. Changbin chuckled, wrapping his arms around Minho's thin waist "Nice nap, kitty?" he whispered, kissing down Minho's neck. Minho grumbled, nipping Changbin's jaw. Changbin hissed, cooing "Fiesty," he teased, running his fingers under Minho's shirt. He sat up, helping Minho straddle his lap "Such a sweet little thing," he whispered, cupping Minho's cheeks in his palms. Minho nuzzled his palm, sighing at Changbin's firm yet gentle touch.

Changbin smiled, resting his palms on Minho's hip "Do you want to rest, kitten?" he asked, kissing the top of Minho's hand. Minho shook his head "I want you," he pouted, pawing Changbin's plush chest. Changbin chuckled, "You have to tell me what you want, kitty," he teased, cooing at Minho's frustrated expression. Minho glared at him, huffing his cheeks "I want to ride you," he grumbled, looking away. Changbin hummed, placing his hand under Minho's chin "Can you repeat that my sweet kitten?" he asked, keeping eye contact.

Minho whimpered, biting his bottom lip "I want to ride you," he sulked, staring at Changbin with needy eyes. Changbin cooed, "Hands up, kitten," he said, stripping off Minho's sweater. Minho shivered, bracing himself on Changbin's chest. Changbin chuckled, rubbing Minho's back "So cute," he whispered, mouthing against Minho's pale skin. Minho whined, pushing Changbin down "Stay," he sulked, kneading Changbin's chest with his small hands.

Changbin cooed, staring up at Minho "Adorable little thing," he praised, dipping his fingers down the waistband of Minho's panties. Minho whimpered, rolling his hips against Changbin's growing hard-on. Changbin grunted, tightening his grip on Minho's thick thighs "Patience kitten, let's take it slow," he said, holding both of Minho's wrists in his palm. Minho squirmed, leaning forward to bite Changbin's hand. Changbin chuckled, sighing "Kitten," he said, pulling Minho closer, and kissing him.

Minho whined into the kiss but melted soon after. Changbin smirked against Minho's lips, deepening them. Minho parted his lips, giving Changbin the chance to slip his tongue. He tangled his tongue with Minho's, sucking and tugging on it. Drawing moans and whimpers from Minho. The sounds only encouraged Changbin to trail his tongue on the roof of Minho's mouth. Minho whimpered, trembling from sensitivity. Changbin smirked, pulling away from the kiss "There we go," he whispered, watching Minho stare at him with hazy eyes.

"Lift your hips, kitten," Changbin whispered, tugging off his sweatpants and Minho's panties. "Can you grab the lube for daddy, kitten?" he asked, smiling when Minho nodded, reaching over Changbin's torso to get the bottle. Changbin cooed, stroking Minho's cheek "Such a sweet little kit," he praised. Minho leaned into Changbin's touch, like the sweet kitten he is. Changbin chuckled, "Lay on daddy's chest, kitty. Let me spread you open," he said, kissing Minho's forehead.

Minho nodded, happily nuzzling his face between Changbin's plump chest. Changbin rolled his eyes fondly, spreading the lube between his fingertips. "Relax, kitten," he whispered, circling his index finger around Minho's rim. Minho exhaled, melting into Changbin's chest further, allowing Changbin to slip two fingers into his hole. He clenched for a bit but eventually, Changbin was able to scissor his fingers between Minho's pulsing walls.

Deep shallow breaths slipped through Minho's parted lips. Changbin pulled out, lubing four of his fingers, and fucking Minho with them. Minho whimpered, arching his chest into Changbin's, nipples rubbing against each other, sending arousal down both of their bodies. He shuddered, trying to focus on Changbin's pounding heartbeat "Da-daddy," he keened, pressing his ear on Changbin's chest. Changbin cooed, pressing his fingers against Minho's prostate "Can you hear kitty? How daddy's heartbeat is in sync with yours," he whispered, bitting Minho's ear.

Minho cried, nodding "Kitty can hear," he mewled, rolling his hips, fucking himself on Changbin's fingers. Changbin chuckled kissing down Minho's neck "Daddy's going to mark you okay?" he groaned, sinking his teeth and sucking, leaving a bruising red mark down his neck. Minho quivered, cock resting between their abdomen, his prostate swollen from pleasure "Daddy, fu-fuck me please," he begged, tears dripping pitifully.

Changbin kissed away his stray tears, pulling out his fingers, and leaving Minho gaping. Minho trembled, slumping onto Changbin's chest. Changbin stroked his cock, hissing as he bucked into his fist "Daddy's going to fuck you slow," he said, thrusting his cock into Minho's hole. Minho nodded, sweat sticking his hair to his skin, "Kitty knows daddy," he moaned, rolling his hips on Changbin's girthy cock.

Changbin growled, wrapping his hands around Minho's waist, fucking him slowly. Minho quivered, feeling every drag of Changbin's cock going in and out of his hole. He whimpered, biting and kissing Changbin's chest "There daddy," he whined, pressing his ass back, pushing Changbin's cock deeper. Changbin groaned, hooking under Minho's arm as he thrust his cock into Minho "Oh god kitten. So fucking tight," he grunted, aiming for Minho's prostate with each slide.

Minho shuddered, mouth open causing drool to pool on Changbin's chest but he could care less about a little mess. Changbin chuckled, dipping his fingers into the drool and pressed his fingers into Minho's mouth "Suck," he said, staring at Minho with half-lidded eyes. Minho mewled, sucking Changbin's fingers eagerly. Changbin cooed, running his free hand through Minho's hair "Such a sweet little one," he said, slapping Minho's thigh, leaving a handprint on his pale skin. Minho quivered, cock dripping precum coating them in more of his fluids.

Changbin clenched his jaw, fucking into Minho earnestly. Keeping his thrust at a constant and deep pace, easily bringing Minho to the brink. Changbin chuckled, exhaling "Fu-fuck kitten," he groaned, feeling Minho clench around his cock, the head of his cock pressing firmly against Minho's pulsing prostate. "Daddy knows you're close, kitten.Fuck," he growled, wrapping his hand around Minho's cock.

Minho cried behind Changbin's fingers. Nothing but incoherent high-pitched babbling and gagging could be heard from Minho's lips. Changbin grunted, "You like daddy's fingers acting like a gag don't you?" he asked, pressing his fingers deep down Minho's throat. Minho choked, tears and drool spilling freely down Changbin's arm. Changbin quickened his pace, his thrusts getting sloppier "Cum for me kitty,cum for daddy," he groaned, stroking Minho's cock with his thrusts.

Minho's thighs quivered, sinking fully down on Changbin's cock. A familiar coil snapped and Minho screamed around Changbin's fingers. Cum join the fluids already coating them. Streaks of white mixed into the clear precum, drool and tears. Changbin groaned, pulling Minho close, cumming deep into him. He shuddered a sigh, covering Minho's tight, pulsing hole with hot sticky cum. Minho mewled, sucking on Changbin's fingers as he come down from his high.

Changbin placed kisses all over Minho's face "My sweet kit," he whispered, watching Minho blink at him without a thought behind his eyes, thoroughly ruined. Changbin cooed, hissing slightly when he pulled his cock out of Minho's hole. Minho sniffled, feeling empty from the gape. Changbin chuckled, reaching over to his bedside dresser, and pulled out a butt plug. "Daddy's going to plug you up okay?" he whispered, nuzzling Minho's cheek. Minho nodded, reaching back to spread his ass.

Changbin smiled, kissing Minho's nose "Thank you, kitten," he said, pushing the butt plug into Minho's hole. Minho mewled, purring against Changbin's torso. Changbin chuckled, wiping their bodies down with his sweatpants he discarded earlier "Now, my sweet kitten to the bathtub we go," he said, lifting Minho up. Minho instinctively wrapped his legs around Changbin's waist, snuggling close. Changbin sighed, a smile etched on his lips.

[jihyocentric]

Rereading old asks and I'm missing my jeongmihyo babies. Can we get something nsfw for kitten! jihyo x g!p jeongmi?

-💤

it wasn't unusual to them to be bothered in their sleep by their personal little nuisance, also known as jihyo. their baby, the one with a tail and a pair of kitten ears that made her cuter than any other thing, could also be the brattiest when she wanted to.

mina had said it loud and clear, no sex for the night. both her and jeongyeon were exhausted, and jihyo, who had done nothing all week apart from taking good naps close to the window, eating snacks and refusing to take showers, clearly didn't agree to that.

"be a good kitty," jeongyeon cooed, patting jihyo's head. the kitten pouted, snuggling closer to jeongyeon in the bed. mina rolled her eyes, knowing that jihyo never used that charm on her because it wouldn't work. (sometimes it did, even mina melted to jihyo's charms at times.)

"but i need you," jihyo whined, purring against jeongyeon's chest, her face buried on the older's shoulder.

"tomorrow we'll have all day to spend together." jeongyeon reasoned.

"stop complaining. sleep and be a good girl, then you'll get reward. it's so simple." mina said, hugging jihyo from behind.

jihyo's pout got even bigger. "fine."

but mina should've known that jihyo agreeing so fast could only lead to one thing.

the kitten tried to be careful, in the middle of the night, she pulled mina's pants down and sat on her lap, fully bare, tail swishing in excitement. part of her truly believed mina wouldn't wake up, but as soon as she sank down on mina's shaft, she felt her owner stir under her. she went pale for a second.

it wasn't really jihyo's fault, after all, mina was the one who got hard in her sleep and started poking jihyo's thigh, and so the kitten shouldn't be responsible to the current situation - or at least jihyo tried to believe in that, covering her mouth with her palm as she started moving her hips. jihyo was slow, with her fingers rubbing her own clit and her ears twitching like crazy. all she wanted was to come soon and leave mina's lap, afraid she might get caught.

but mina could hear her. as soon as jihyo started riding, she woke up from her sleep. it was impossible to remain asleep with jihyo's tight pussy squeezing her length like that, and even more so when she heard the little gasps and whines coming from her kitten. jihyo was naturally loud, and combining that with her little moans and the clapping of their hips made it impossible for mina to keep in her sleep.

"such a little brat." mina groaned drowsily, taking the kitten's wrists harshly, in a way that caused jihyo's body to fall over mina's, forcing her look at mina in the eye. "jeongyeon might be a heavy sleeper but i'm not. what were you thinking, huh?"

"you were hard! just wanted to help," jihyo said, the way she got even tighter around mina made the owner laugh, knowing how much getting scolded made jihyo aroused.

"help, huh?" mina mocked. "alright. then you're going to help me until i say we can stop."

mina patted jeongyeon's shoulder, making her wake up from her sleep. jihyo's ears flattened in her head, feeling guilty for waking her owners up for her own needs when she knew they had had a tough week, but now there was nothing she could do about it.

but it didn't really feel that bad when jeongyeon slid inside, because that's what she had been craving for anyway, both of them inside her. it didn't matter that her ass was red from mina's slaps, or that even jeongyeon didn't call her 'good kitten'. jihyo knew she deserved it.

still, she couldn't help but cry out each time their fingers pushed her into an orgasm, and whine whenever mina called her 'bad kitty', her body trembling from being over stimulated by them, nipples swollen from all the pinching they did and body full of their marks. mina and jeongyeon wouldn't know, but jihyo couldn't be happier, really.

[luna-redamancy]

Hi beautiful! I hope you like my commission:

Thorin's little daughter coloring or painting and adding sparkles and ribbons to the orcrist, in the end it kinda looks like cartoon kitty kissy face with ribbons hanging on the handle and her only explanation is: it looked boring before! Now it at least looks pretty.

Reader (thorin's wife, who's been with him since the quest) can't help but laugh and agree. Just family fluff moments :) - Irene <3

Ohmygoodness Irene, I loved writing this so much! I hope you love it as much as I do:

It was quiet, oddly quiet, you noted as you looked up from your papers, your eyes narrowing as you listened in for the sound of giggles or little feet running on the floor. It was just before high noon, and your daughter was nowhere to be found. 

“Thorin,” You caught your husband’s attention, who looked up from his adjacent desk, looking at you with a concerned expression. 

“What is it?” 

“Where’s kurkarukê (my little raven)?” You stood from your desk, brows furrowing. It was too quiet. Normally she would have been running in and out, demanding to be in your lap, playing with your desk supplies, then running to Thorin and playing with his hair before then loudly exclaiming how hungry she was for the three of you to go enjoy lunch together. 

“I haven’t seen her since this morning and she isn’t due for nap time until later this afternoon, after lunch,” You explained, rounding your desk. This was not like her. She was not a quiet child, no, she was loud and boisterous and craved excitement, much like her cousin, Kili. 

“Didn’t Balin agree to look after her since we had our council meeting this morning?” 

Pausing in your strides, you ran through your memory as you began to bite at your lip. “Yes, he did, but that was hours ago…” 

“Surely he would have brought her back after they were done with their activities,” Thorin reassured, knowing how worried and protective you get over your little child. 

 “Right…” You mumbled, looking at the door with your furrowed expression remaining. 

Chuckling amusedly to himself, Thorin shook his head. “Go check on her, you know you want to.” 

“I think I will,” You agreed, walking to his desk to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“Don’t work too hard while I’m gone,” You teased, a grin forming on your face as he leaned upwards to press a kiss to your own cheek. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” He grumbled, looking to the stack of letters he had yet to formally address. 

Exiting the Royal Office, you headed straight to Balin’s office. Maybe he had her set up to do some arts and crafts while her father and yourself worked. 

“Kurkarukê? Balin?” You called as you rapped your knuckles on the door, a grin growing on your face as you heard her begin to squeal with giggles. 

“What’s going on, hm?” You spoke out loud as you entered the office. She was laying on her stomach by herself on the floor, Balin nowhere in sight as she poured what appeared to be “stardust” that you two bought in the market a few days ago.

“Make pretty!” She giggled with glee as her little legs kicked in the air, amusement clear in her voice as she sat up to grab bright pink and green ribbon. 

“Oh?” You inquired, walking forward, expecting to see a piece of paper or maybe a wooden toy Bofur had crafted for her–

“Is that… Your father’s sword?” You did your best to keep your composure as you knelt beside her, watching as she began to wrap the handle in the green ribbon. 

“Mhm!” She nodded, tongue sticking out as she carefully turned the sword to wrap underneath it. The blade’s shiny reflective surface was soon covered beneath wrappings of thick vibrant green. Only now did you notice the gold detailing on it.

“What’re you doing now?” You couldn’t help but ask, realizing she’s taking away room to pour more of her glitter. 

“Gotta wrap it, amad (mother),” She said simply, not really paying you any mind. “Why do we have to wrap it?” 

“So no ouchies,” She said in a tone that reflected how silly she thought your question was, almost as if the word “duh” was lingering on her tongue but out of respect she chose to not say it. 

“Ah, silly me,” You pretended to smack your forehead as you sat down properly. 

“And this?” You held up the roll of pink ribbon. 

“Bows!” She cheered, gluing down the rest of the green ribbon so it would hold in place before launching into action. 

She gripped the pink ribbon and carefully made little bows before taking her glue and gluing it onto the handle. 

“What do you think about a big bow?” You encouraged with a grin on your face, causing  her own lit up with the realization that she can make a giant bow to go on the tip of the sword. 

“Help, amad?” 

“Amad helps,” You agreed, grabbing a large section of the ribbon. “Where do you want it?”

“Here!” She grabbed the tip, and if it was not wrapped so meticulously in green ribbon, you would’ve panicked about her cutting herself. 

“Alright,” You nodded, wrapping the ribbon around the tip of the sword to make a large extravagant bow. 

“How’s that?”

“Pretty,” She cooed, eyes wide as she looked at your bows compared to hers. 

“Can…Can we do ribbon on the handle, too?” She asked, holding out the green ribbon.

“Yeah? How would you want it on the ribbon, bunnanunê? (My tiny treasure)”

She got a serious look on her face and brought her hand up to her mouth, much like you’ve caught yourself doing when you’re thinking hard about something. A warm feeling swarmed your stomach as you realized she was picking up on your mannerisms. 

“Like…Little tass..tas…”

“Tassels?” You threw out the word, brows furrowing as you tried to figure out what word she was attempting to say. 

“Yeah!” She screeched in happiness, nearly falling back when you got what she meant, making a smile bloom on your face. 

“Tassles it is!”

The next five minutes were spent decorating the Orcrist, her little giggles making there way to Thorin as he exited the office, concerned when you didn’t come back. 

“(Y/n)?” He called out, making his way to Balin’s door. 

“Thorin,” Balin greeted in the hallway, holding a tray of tea and cookies. 

“Is (D/N) in your office?” Thorin tilted his head, but his question actually answered itself when he heard her fall into a fit of laughs again. 

“I think I hear your adad (father),” You whispered, getting up off the ground. “Come… Let’s show him your hard work.”

“Yes!” She pushed herself up to stand and began to drag the sword. 

Thorin furrowed his brow, looking between the door and Balin. 

“What is that sound-”

The office door flung open just as your daughter was able to hold the sword upright. What was once a terrifying weapon crafted by fine Elvish blacksmiths, was now decorated in vibrant purple paint, glitter, ribbon and so…Many…Bows. 

Opening and shutting his mouth repeatedly, Thorin looked between your daughter and you, confusion in his expression. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your mouth, immediately bringing your hand under your nose to hide your grin as you pretended to cough. 

“What’s…” He cleared his throat, “What is all of this?”

“Your sword was so boring, adad,” (D/N) groaned but grinned soon after, smile blinding as she held up her masterpiece. “But now…It’s acceptable.”

“Acceptable for what?”

“Play-time…Obviously.” The sass she held back for you was no longer hidden as she engaged with her father. 

“Do you like it?” Her eyes went big as she gauged her father’s reaction, and you couldn’t help but give Thorin the stare. ‘You better tell this child how fabulous her art is,’ is what your expression said as Thorin gave a pained smile. 

“It’s beautiful, Khajimel (gift of all gifts).” 

“Yay!” She cheered, swinging the sword around. “Amad helped!” She hugged onto your legs as Thorin raised a brow at you. 

“Did she now?” Gulping at his reply, you couldn’t help but nod. 

“She needed help with her big bow and tassels, as a mother, it’s obvious that my duty was to help her maximize her crafting potential,” You defended, demeanor calm as you petted (D/N)’s hair. 

“Maximize the potential” She echoed your sentiment, lip movements exaggerated as she swiveled her head, making you burst into laughter. 

“Maximize indeed,” Thorin murmured fondly as Balin chuckled. 

“After all that crafting, I think surely you need a snack little one?”

“Yes, please!” She grinned at Balin, sword forgotten on the ground as she bounded off with him to his desk to eat the cookies he brought. 

“Maximize her crafting potential?” Thorin quirked his brow at you as he chuckled under his breath, bringing you into a hug. 

“Absolutely,” You mumbled as he pressed your foreheads together. 

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[nerinefy]

. . . A LIFE WITH HIM ; THE YOUNGER BROTHERS VER.

— prompt: how will these boys be as your partner?

— note: pronouns: you/yours | headcanon | fluff | lowercase intended

- open! open! open! ; the older brothers ver.

— physical affection ; (giving and receiving.)

satan!

- i can tell that no matter how suave this man can be, he can't actually handle the touchy kind of things, especially with you. he may not admit it but hanging out with levi often has definitely rubbed off him.

- yet no matter how emotionally constipated he is with years of garnering masked hatred towards his image and status, he simply melts in your arms whenever you ask to sit on his lap during his reading sessions and lay your head on his chest. also a plus if you rub or pat his head!

- at first, he may not be a good sport about it as he thinks you're only interrupting, but soon he'll just slowly relax in your embrace, maybe read you a part of the book he's reading while he's at it. of course, after a while, any other brother in the house may just find you two peacefully napping while clinging to each other willfully.

asmodeus!

- whenever you're in a state of "too busy to be bothered", which is inconvenient when you're around asmo, he might just attack you with surprise smooches from behind, that means on the nape of your neck, shoulders, everywhere really, and he won't stop until he reaches your pretty lips!

- come on, he just can't help it. the way your eyes widen in his embrace as he coddles you with kisses. and the look you have after, all flushed and tinted red. that's why you made a mental note that you can never leave this demon alone without your attention.

beelzebub!

- what should we do about those big beefy arms? should probably be very huggable right?

- that's right, this man's forte, cuddling!

- no matter how big or small you may be, he'll always hold you close. don't worry though, he'll be gentle.

belphegor!

- now his ain't much different from his twin of course, if there's something the avatar of sloth is best at, it's making you his personal body pillow.

- results may vary, especially if he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

— gift giving ;

satan!

- many kitty plushies, he considers those an alternative for the real deal, plus, they're extra soft!

- loves giving you the very "important" thing, like hygiene essentials or maybe facial care, brought to you by our avatar of lust.

asmodeus!

- won't hesitate to give it his all, like not just extravagant presents, but also taking you on very wonderful dates, he likes to have a great time after all!

beelzebub!

- he's all about the experience too! that's why he likes taking you out on dates to different restaurants and cafes.

belphegor!

- astrology-themed jewelry or personalized accessories like bracelets, or even sweaters, comfort is a must.

— simple gestures ;

satan!

- reserving you a spot for when you have your evening reading sessions, especially if he sees you haven't taken a chill pill for a hot moment.

asmodeus!

- a hot bath reserved for the two of you in his bathtub! with his favorite bath salts and candles for the perfect mood. he knows that unwinding with you is the most perfect self-care he can ever have.

beelzebub!

- what a perfect way to get things off your head by working out. it's also good for the improvement of your daily routine, and, you've got a smoking hot gym bud.

belphegor!

- dragging you to bed. just that. you workaholic.

— word affirmations ;

satan!

- "Things may not be in the very best condition right now yet it can always be sorted out with proper help. You aren't alone, okay? Always remember that we have each other, you have me."

asmodeus!

- "What's this pretty face doing? Oh, you're not looking quite great at all...say, how about we visit Madam Scream's? I know I'm on a strict diet right now but maybe I can move my cheat day, but this is only between the two of us okay?

beelzebub!

- "You know what my teammates always do whenever someone else is feeling anxious at the start of the game? They do some sort of warm-up round just to get off the tension from the nerves...do you maybe want to give it a try? We can do it together.

belphegor!

- "You looking like that makes everyone else in a bad mood too you know. Come on now, rest up beside me. Nothing a nap can't fix."

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[howdoyousleep3]

where’s that hc about bucky learning to touch 🤲

I was hoping someone would notice that tag and hit me up. Thank you, sweet pea. This one is special to me, one of many. ❤

Bucky doesn’t say much about what happened to him after the fall and before Steve was miraculously given a second chance at a life with him. Steve is thankful for that. The details he does know come from Bucky’s therapist and from files that have been scrounged up over time, ones Steve can’t stomach through, ones he hands to Natasha and asks only for the information she finds pertinent.

Steve is sure he’d die of a goddamn broken heart if he knew every detail of Bucky’s 70+ years of brainwashed torture.

What he needs to know about Bucky is constant and will never change: this is James Barnes, the one in the same Steve spent his entire life falling in love with, Steve loves him now more than ever, and he is going to live every day he’s gifted with in this life for Bucky.

There are things Steve expects after Bucky joins him and the others back at the Tower, things Bruce has helped him comprehend in such a volatile predicament.

“It could take months, years even, for him to come back to you in full. And honestly, Steve...I would be ready for the possibility of him not returning to you in full. This may not end up being the Bucky you knew and grew up with. He needs therapy, needs patience, needs reminders of his life before, of who he was and is. This won’t be easy, Steve.”

Anything for Bucky.

There are things Bucky took to right away and other things that took much longer for him to enjoy or remember. Steve is with him every step of the way.

Sleep was one thing that Steve thought would be a struggle. After only one month of sleeping on the floor in the corner of his bedroom, Steve able to hear him tossing and turning and breathing heavily through his own bedroom wall, it took one afternoon nap on the couch to make him want to move to his new bed. While nightmares continued, Bucky slept albeit in small increments and sometimes through the day, but he slept.

Steve thought that would take years.

Crowds were another story. Crowds came with trust and Bucky rightfully didn’t trust others easily. He barely trusted Steve at first. It took time to get him out of the apartment, baby steps, one step forward and two steps back. They started with walks at dawn, fewer people, gave a shot at stopping for coffee on the way home a few times.

“It’s a Venti here, Buck,” Steve had tried to explain and Bucky huffed. “Why are things so goddamn complicated now? Just want a coffee, a—”

“I know— a black coffee with too much sugar. I got it.”

They’re working on interactions with others and the anxiety that comes with crowds. That one will take time.

What hadn’t taken time, and what startled everyone in the tower beyond belief, was Bucky and affection.

Steve may not know much of what Bucky has spent most of his life enduring but he at least had the assumption that what Bucky went through shouldn’t make him want any kind of touch from another person. Steve wrongfully assumed that any sort of gentle or soft touch wasn't something Bucky would like.

Bucky had spent the past 70+ years walking this earth as a killer, a robot, a machine, an assassin. He surely spent decades thinking he wasn’t worthy of anything, let alone love. He had been touch-starved, void of the tenderness and closeness Steve knows Bucky deserved and craved underneath the brainwashed parts of him.

It took time for Bucky to remember who Steve was to him. While he had recognized him immediately, remembering him but not how, it took months for Bucky to remembered the capacity in which he did so.

And Steve waited.

And waited.

Steve was gifted with small moments along the way, on this journey of Bucky remembering both himself and who Steve was to him:

“You...you were real small once,” Bucky said, factual with no trace of a question, hands in soapy water as he handed Steve a plate to dry. Steve had merely hummed. “Yeah, was...was maybe half the size I am now. Real small.”

“Could fit both’a my hands right around your middle…”

It had been a long while since Steve blushed like that.

Bucky standing over Steve’s sleeping form, heaving chest visible by only the filtered moonlight, Steve mumbling out a, “Buck, wha—?” before Bucky whispered, “You...you’ve been inside of me.” Steve sat up.

“I have,” Steve breathed, on cautious ground, shakier when Bucky then whispered, “But you like it better when I’m inside’a you.”

When Steve had swallowed audibly, nodded his head wordlessly, Bucky had turned and left the room.

It took months of moments like those to compile together, to form the picture of what Steve once was, what he yearned to continue to be, to Bucky. All of these moments, these memories, came to a head so unpredictably during yet another movie night. Knees knocking, fingers brushing, small touches that Steve absolutely soaked in, had gotten used to, had relearned.

When a glance towards Bucky had the wind knocking its way out of Steve’s chest, the familiarity of that look a bone-deep ache—

Bucky was going to kiss him.

A look full of determination and want, lips parted, eyes a bit glassy. Steve didn't dare move, had let Bucky come to him for fear of scaring him away. The moment their lips touched was the moment Bucky started crying. It had only been a short brush of their lips but Steve barely breathed, barely moved. Bucky had pulled back with wide, wet eyes, shaky breaths. “Buck, it’s okay. It’s okay. Everything’s alright, sweetheart,” are the words that easily slipped from his mouth, unable to stop them in a moment of progress that satiated his entire being.

That was the moment that changed everything. It was a startle to everyone involved. Steve had been ready to wait years, this entire life, for the moment he could touch Bucky again, could show him that physicality he knew his Buck craved. After that night on the couch it was as if the floodgates had opened—

Bucky remembered and wanted.

Regardless of where they were or what was happening, he wanted to be touching Steve: soft kisses on the cheek and lips, laying his head in Steve’s lap as he read, lacing his fingers between Steve’s during meetings, an arm wrapped around Steve’s waist between bouts of sparring. He’d trace patterns onto Steve’s thigh as he watched Steve draw, press against the line of his back while he cooked dinner.

Steve was floating on a cloud, was in heaven, never happier. It was perfection.

But what Bucky wanted, Steve couldn’t provide, couldn’t meet. Steve was only one man, couldn’t provide Bucky, whom touch had been stolen away from for decades, with everything he wanted. And that was okay, something Steve accepted, because there were other people Bucky could turn to that Steve trusted.

“I’m sure you all know why I asked you to meet with me,” Steve started, choosing a time Bucky was napping to meet with the rest of the group that either lived in or frequented the Tower. “Bucky has shown us a new side of him, has made some progress I think it’s worth discussing with everyone, since we’re all...we’ve all been affected...”

“Uhh, yeah— your Barnes-y boy has been all over me lately. I’m almost offended that everyone else is here to talk to Cap though. Thought he was just comin' onto me.”

“I have to tell you, I didn’t...I know we talked, Steve. But I’m honestly shocked at Bucky’s progress. It’s baffling.”

“I haven’t minded it. He lets me braid his hair.”

“Wait— y’all are getting touches?”

It was a group effort, supporting Bucky in this way. It was an adjustment, Bucky never prompting and questioning before touching or requesting touches— he just went for it. He was quiet still, not shy, merely observant. And just like he nudged at and leaned against Steve until his hands were on him, he did the same to others.

“I just ask that you show Bucky grace during this time. It’s a delicate situation. I need to know if you don’t want his touch or don’t wish to give him any kind of touch. I think it would be best if it came from me instead of from you in the moment.”

Natasha was who Bucky went to for scratches. Steve thinks it’s the nails. Steve also thinks Nat is Bucky’s favorite to go to for touches, even over him, but Bucky refuses to admit it.

When Bucky wants mindless touches, when he wants tickles and scratches, he goes to her. She naturally took to Bucky’s need for touches, the first occurrence one that came without hesitation. She’ll braid his hair, let him turn his head right where he wants her head scratches, naturally reaches for his back or shoulders to run her nails across when he saddles in close to her.

Thor is one of Bucky’s favorites too. Steve isn’t sure if it’s because of his strength or because of his warm and accepting demeanor but Bucky gravitates towards Thor often, mainly for neck and shoulder rubs. One, “James, my friend. You musn’t be afraid of asking for touch with me. I will always be willing to assist,” and that was all Bucky needed to feel comfortable walking over to Thor and nudging at his hands.

He puts his head on Bruce’s shoulder as soon as he can, likes sparring and playing hide and seek with Clint, enjoys putting his feet in Sam’s lap. Tony took some warming up to, but even then Bucky spent many hours in Tony’s lab, Tony guiding his hands, showing him what to do and how to work different machines, the two of them tinkering on his own arm.

Bucky kinda turns into the Tower kitty cat, wandering around quietly, napping in the sun, snacking, demanding affection from anyone he crosses paths with and trusts.

Everyone had their form of touch they shared with Bucky and Bucky absolutely blossomed under this form of support. Steve is forever grateful to be surrounded by a group of understanding individuals.

And every night when he lifts the comforter and feels the solid line of Bucky’s warm form against his side, the arm that now easily and inevitably slips around his waist, the familiar lips that always press against his temple, shoulder, and cheek, Steve is reminded this day was for Bucky and that the one they’ll wake up to will also be for him.

"I love you, Buck."

"Mhmm love you too, pal."

Steve doesn't even mind that Bucky spends his nights snoring in the crook of his neck, hot breath wafting over Steve's skin, hands grabby even as he dreams—

This is heaven.

[ronnieiswriting]

Sweet Dreams- Boxer!Paz x Baker!Freader

Inspired by the events of Foul (following straight after) and the Boxer Din AU created and written by the wonderful, amazing, brilliantly talented @djarinsbeskar! WC: 1,641 Tags: 18+, mentions of smut, its a smutty AU ya'll know the drill, sickeningly sweet fluff I have been driven to write this to deal with all my Paz thots- it will become very clear that I make up for the fact that I can't write hot smut by writing the softest shit. Excuse the lack of editing, also, its quite the mess x

After Din had stormed off with his “not-girlfriend” at Avika, Paz was more than ready to go home right then and there, thoroughly unwanting to deal with the feral frenzy that Din had stirred up in and out the ring. But there was no doubt that there would be more calls for blood. And even if that weren’t the case- even if Din wasn’t on the lists tonight- Paz had to stay.

It was his job after all. And one he enjoyed more often than not.

But when he thought about you, Paz’s priorities became trivial- like dust in the wind.

He hadn’t been dating you for long but he already knew that he was in deep. To Paz, you were the one that hung the stars in the sky; you, a hardworking baker with a smile that made his heart ache and hips that made his cock twitch. It was love, the realest he’d ever found, and every day he swore his gratitude to whatever force had sent him to you.

It was almost a taunt to watch Din leave Avika with his “not-girlfriend” tucked into his side- he’d been disqualified from any more fights that night but he couldn’t look any less content about it- when Paz had to stay behind with nothing but the thoughts of you waiting for him back at his place to keep him company.

To pass a bit of time between the words that were being exchanged between Boba and Din’s opponent’s trainer, Paz checked his phone- his mood instantly brightened when he saw a notification from you.

From: Sugar Cookie💖

Hey babe, I just got home. Did you feed Kitty yet? He’s begging me for food rn but I know he’s probs got a full belly and is just being a little gobble guts lol. sent 4:13am

I gave him a tinyyy bit of kibble to hold him over in case you didn’t. Kitty knows I can’t resist him. Sorry for messaging you at work btw. I know you’re busy xx Love you xx sent 4:19am

Paz checked the current time. 5:30am. Shit. He must’ve missed the buzz of the notification amidst the chaos. Usually, your shifts at the bakery ended closer to midnight but he knew you to be a hard worker, proud of the bakery you ran by yourself, and always likely to get caught up in a task until it was done to a high standard. It was just another thing for Paz to love about you.

His thumbs hovered over the reply box; you had probably already gone to bed, exhausted from your own long day of work. He couldn’t bring himself to disturb you but he pushed past that doubt a second later, typing out a response, softened when he reread your messages about his kitten.

“Vizsla!” Boba’s voice pulled him back into reality. “Are you listening at all? This does concern you.”

Paz managed an easy half-lie, fingers tapping away as he switched contacts and began typing another message, “I’m sending Din a text- trying to figure out what started all this.”

…

When Paz finally did get home it was pushing 8am. Expecting to find you curled up in his bed, comfortably asleep, he was shocked to see you as soon as he opened the door to his apartment. You were propped up against a wall of cushions on his couch with a book resting in your lap and his kitten snoozing on your chest. Head thrown back and peacefully still, he could tell you were fast asleep.

Just the sight of you, the shape of your body outlined by the drape of the blanket that was thrown over you, your features illuminated by the warm light of the lamp, the splay of your hair over the pillows- just looking at you relieved him of so much of the stress he had carried home. His eyes traced over your form, picking out the dip and curve of your hips, and he was struck again with the amount of love he had for you. He still couldn’t believe how quickly he had developed such deep feelings for you but that fact made them no less sincere. The softness and simple intimacy (whether that be primarily sexual or emotional) that your company alone promised never ceased to amaze him.

Trying to be as quiet as he could manage, Paz shut the door behind him, put his backpack down by the door, and crossed the room to kneel down at your side. He considered leaving you there for the rest of the night- if he did he could go take a nap and then come back and wake you up by eating you out before making you breakfast- but ultimately he wanted to, needed to sleep next to you… and he couldn’t manage that on the couch.

He got the best sleep when you stayed the night, your chest made a far better pillow and your arms though relatively small provided him with so much warmth that he would be more than content to sleep without any covers (which happened sometimes when you hoarded the blankets).

Paz let out a silent sigh and reached out to stroke the hair away from your face. You stirred in response and he leaned in to press a kiss to your nose, “Hey, baby, it’s just me.”

You let out a soft moan, eyes scrunching up before blinking open, looking up at him blearily, “Paz~”

His heart could have burst at the sound of your gentle voice laden with sleep. Carefully so as not to disturb your place, Paz eased the book from your fingers. The exhaustion was palpable on your face, the weight of many hours of work pulling at the edges of your eyes. “I thought you’d be in bed by now.”

You eased yourself up on the cushions, one hand bracing the kitten against your chest. “I wanted to stay up for you. I didn’t mean to doze off.” Fuck. Paz was slipping his arms under you faster than you could process and when he stood you were tucked against his chest, kitten, blanket and all. You didn’t even seem bothered by the shift, curling your fingers into the neckline of his shirt. The simple touch drove him wild- the burn of your warm skin against his throat like a blowtorch- and the fact that you seemed oblivious to that only made him ache for you more.

When he had gotten you halfway to the bedroom you spoke again in that voice that threatened sleep, “I would've been able to stay up for you if I didn’t have to spend three hours on a last minute order for a wedding cake.”

Paz opened the door with his hip. “You don’t have to say yes to every job you know.”

“I know- but the couple was so sweet, I couldn’t say no. Plus they paid me double and half on top because of the short notice.”

He laid you out on the bed and replaced the throw blanket with his thick quilt, kitten moving to curl up beside your head on the pillow. The comfortable setting was luring you quickly to sleep again but you were still determined to see him next to you before you shut your eyes again fully. When he didn’t immediately join you, you frowned.

Paz eased the crease in your brow with a kiss there, “Don’t pout, sweetheart. I just gotta take a shower.” He could have skipped one for now, knowing you wouldn’t protest his sweaty skin, but he wanted to be rid of the flecks of blood that had stuck to him, everything that had stuck to him from that ring, before he touched you. You started to protest but Paz silenced you with a searing kiss to your lips, “I won’t be long, I promise.”

If he had thought you would be back asleep by the time he finished he was fooling himself. You scooched backwards on the mattress and petted the space you made in front, “come here.”

Paz went willingly, instantly. He eased back the covers and shuffled in next to you, clad only in a pair of boxers, hands instantly finding your skin to greedily palm the warmth that radiated from you. You cozied up to him just as naturally, arms wrapping around his neck so that he could tuck his face against the crook of your neck. With the covers pulled over the both of you, Paz felt surrounded by your presence and it calmed any remaining stress he had.

Although he had reprimanded Din for taking a violent approach to defending a woman’s honor, Paz couldn’t deny the fact that he’d be just as likely to take a similar action if anyone spoke about you like that- just thinking about those vile, entitled words directed at you made his jaw clench subconsciously. And yet just as soon as that anger stirred up in him, it dissipated again, soothed by the thump of your heart against his chest and the delicate fan of air you puffed over his damp skin.

He was reminded of the first time he told you he loved you; not long ago, in the middle of a good hard fuck when he had you by the hip, lost in the emotion of your eyes to the point where his confession had come out as a babble that became a mantra that he punctuated with each thrust of his hips. You had been on the verge of tears then, overstimulated and shaking, when you returned the words to him from your own lips: I love you too.

“I love you.” Paz whispered.

You snuggled against him tighter, a sleepy sigh escaping you when his hands ran up and down your sides. “I love you too.”

[bokuroskitten]

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〈Kuroo and Kenma having a partner into Pet Play.

◈ genre: NSFW 18+ (Minors DNI)

◈ warnings: Sub/Dom dynamics (Sir, Master & Daddy titles) use of toys.

𝔎𝔢𝔫𝔪𝔞:

has thought about it for a long time but refuses to bring it up until you do

Despite that he has encouraged you to be a cat almost every Halloween you’ve been together

And bought you those cute gamer girl headsets with the cat ears

Once you finally bring it up he happily complies

The first thing he did was go out to buy you a collar

It’s very simple, just a thin strand of black leather with his initials engraved in it

He loves that you wear it all the time, even when he doesn’t ask you too

In the bedroom he typically attaches a little bell to it cause he loves hearing it jingle when you squirm

LEASH— you’re on a leash for most of the scene.

Kenma likes being 100% in control, and you don’t mind giving that to him.

He buys you multiple sets of cat ears cause you look so cute trying on a new pair

Once the two of you get more into it, the first thing he purchases is a vibrating tail~

A smirk played on the blondes lips as he began to feel you nuzzling against his leg, a needy little whimper sounding from under his desk. His eyes flashed to his screen, comments flooding in about the game he was currently playing rather than the situation currently happening under his desk. “I think I’ll be calling it a night, but check back at 8am for my early stream.”

He waved a quick goodbye to the screen before easily turning off the stream. With a little sigh he pulled his headphones around his neck, pulling back in his gaming chair. “You made me end my stream early Kitty, any longer and my fans would have started to hear your sad little whimpers.”

When he locked eyes with you his smirk grew, seeing the tears that had started to make your gaze all glassy. Now without the noise of his game he could hear the steady vibrations of the tail. You on the other hand whimpered louder, clawing at his pant leg and scooting up closer to press kisses along his thigh. “P-Please Sir-“

“Please what, Kitten? Use your words.”

“P-Please can I come? Can you help me come please Sir?” The way your voice quivered so perfectly, the way your hips twitched desperately as the tail continued its contestant vibrations, it all made Kenma’s sweat pants feel a little bit tighter.

He pet his hand along your hair, stoping to admire the new pair of ears that at perfectly perched on your head. His palm stopped at the nap of your neck, where he grabbed a handful of hair. All the while his free hand was tugging down his waist band. “Soon my little Kitty, first you have to drink all my milk. So open up that pretty mouth.”

𝔎𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔬:

Brought it up as soon as he knew you were into kink

Was suuuuuper excited about it so it made you excited too

He bought you that cute two piece cat set (it has the kitty boob window, we’ve all seen it) and he insists you wear it while in play

He also likes the less sexual side of pet play, where you just curl up in his lap and let him pet you until you fall asleep

The collar he bought you is deep red, and a bit thicker. The buckle on it is gold and he put a matching gold heart charm with his initials engraved in it

He bought a matching collar for himself which he typically wears to the bar

Loves when you crawl to him, especially when you do it without him having to ask or not when he’s holding your leash

Also LIVES for when you nuzzle along his thighs, especially when he’s still in his work suit

One word— muzzle. And bite gags. So three words.

He loves seeing your back arch—

Kuroo let out a huff as he sat on the edge of the pull, tugging at the tie around his neck to loosen the constricting fabric. It had been a long day at work for him, his muscles still a bit tense from the workload. Lucky for him he had the most perfect kitten, waiting so patiently for him to come home and make him feel better after a long day.

“You don’t need to be stressed anymore Daddy...” The sound of your soft voice made a little smirk twitch on Kuroo’s lips as he finally brought his gaze to you. You wore that pretty red skirt he loved so much, the matching ears situated on your head so perfectly. You gave him a soft little purr, crawling closer to him until you were knelt between him thighs.

“I’m sorry you had such a long day Master, wanna help you feel good now” you mutter softly, eyes wide as you nuzzle your cheek into his inner thigh. You placed the end of your leather leash into his palm, giving a little squeeze before you placed your hands back in your lap until told otherwise.

How Kuroo had gotten so very lucky with you, he didn’t know. But seeing you, willing and wide eyed made his fancy work slacks feel just a bit too tight. Wrapping the end of the leash one around his palm he gave it a gentle tug, watched the way your eyes widened a bit before you sat up on your knees. Kuroo brought his face close to yours then, his smirk growing as he watched your lips part slightly, cheeks starting to glow pink.

“My perfect little kitty, always so ready to please...” he murmured, his thumb coming up to gently rub against your lower lip, giving it a couple of tugs. Without being told you took it between your lips, suckling it with a cute little mewl that made him laugh softly. He tugged his thumb away with a satisfying pop, before giving the leash yet another tug.

“Need your pretty little lips somewhere else. Gunna do that for Master? Of course you will, cause you’re Daddy’s Perfect Kitten.”

[thesecetlesbo]

My Little Lioness

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Summary: Reader is able to shape-shift in felines and is waiting for their wife to come home from a mission.

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1k

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Being an avenger with powers was one thing, But not knowing how to use those powers to your full knowledge was another. It didn’t help when you're a shapeshifter and have a knack for turning into felines. Either it be a lion or just a house cat, it was difficult some days, not being able to let yourself out of the animal and just have to wait it out. Your wife Wanda thought it was adorable the first couple of times when you would just turn into an orange house cat, walking around on counters and sitting next to Nat on the counter as she drank her coffee and gave you headscratchs.

But it was a surprise to everyone but you when you turned into a Lioness. While everyone was away on different missions, you were lucky to have the week off, you most definitely needed it. You at some point during your nap on the couch in the common room had turned into this lioness. Tony and Nat were the first ones to arrive back to the tower, immediately heading towards the kitchen to steal some food before Thor ate it all. Tony screamed as loud as possible when he saw your little cat nap.

“Friday why is there a Lion on my couch?” He asked while only just processing what’s in front of him. Nat tried not to piss herself laughing at Tony’s reaction.

“That would be Y/N, sir” Tony faced relaxed “This is the longest time she’s been in a form like this” Friday continued.

Nat approached the cat carefully unsure how you would react if she was to wake you. She slowly started to scratch just behind your ear how she normally would. A low growl awoke from within you. Tony walked backwards slowly.

“Tony what are you so afraid of? It’s just Y/N” Nat said, calming as not to wake you.

“I’m sorry that I’m not 100 percent comfortable with a bloody lion in front of me Nat!” You slowly started to awaken, noticing Nat sitting next you, You put your paw onto her law signally you were awake.

“Well hello sleepy head” You purred as she continued to scratch within your thick fur. You lay most of your body weight onto the Spy’s lap, enjoying the attention she wasn’t ready for the weight shift as she feel backwards into the couch. “Wanda should be home in a couple of hours Y/N” Your meowed in eagerness, you had missed your wife very much over the last couple of nights. Your bed always felt so empty.

You heard shuffling coming from the kitchen, you stuck your head up from Nats lap opening to see Wanda but instead you saw Tony, you grunt back down into her lap wanting the body heat.

“Keep giving me attitude and i'll make you sleep in a crate kitty cat.” Tony said just above his coffee. You growled at him, he backed off. “Okay note to self; threatening lion Y/N is not the same as threatening house cat Y/N” He stated to himself as he walked down to find his lab.

You heard more shuffling hoping to good it was your much missed wife. But instead the God of Thunder walked in with Dr Banner following behind. “How was your mission boys?” Nat said to the men behind her as she turned on the tv and continued to pet you.

“Terrible, we did absolutely nothing” Thor announced with his booming voice before he saw you lying on Nats lap. “My God Lady Y/N has turned into a Lion, how adorable” he said before rushing over to you. You sat up enjoying the attention you’ve missed over the week.

“Thor we were doing an intel mission, that was the point” Bruce stated as he walked over to the pot of coffee tony had made to pour himself a mug, unfazed by your form. He had worked with you in Cat form in the Lab for so long it didn’t bother him no matter what you were now. “Come on Thor we have to report back to Fury”

“Oh Banner of course” Thor stated as he waved goodbye to the two of you. You stayed upright mimicking Nat in a way, watching her flick through Netflix trying to find something to relax to. You had jumped down off the couch, wanted to stretch out your limbs, after which you just pulped down onto the floor. You started to daze off again. Just as you had fallen asleep Wanda had walked in the door. Going straight into your shared room wanting to distress by wrapping her arms around you while a movie played in the background. But you weren’t on the bed or in your large pet bed which she had gotten you as a Christmas gift one year, she thought you were going to hate it but you used it all the time in cat form. It was your favourite napping stop. She headed into the living room seeing the back of Natashas head with some shitty rom com playing

“Tasha! Have you seen Y/N anywhere” Wanda stated.

“At my feet!” she yelled back giving you a little nudge to awake. “Wandas here” Nat said to you. You jumped at wanting to see your wife. As you ran towards her she got on her knees and reached her arms out embracing you as you hurdled towards her.

“Hello my little lioness” You pushed your face all over hers wanting to smell her scent of cinnamon again. She stood you and walked towards your bedroom, knowing where she was heading you beat her to it, Jumping straight onto the bed. Knowing that after every mission no matter big or small you guys always relax in bed as soon as possible. As you watched her talk off her shoes, you curled into the smallest ball possible wanting to leave enough space for your wife.

And as soon as she climbed into your bed and held you, you felt at home. Slowly transforming back into your normal self you started to hold her, wanting to protect her. You knew she didn't need it, but it was your job.

“I missed you Wanda” You said softly. “How was the mission?”

“Long” She replied with a giggle. “Im really tired”

“Go to bed love, ill be here in the morning.”

“Okay Y/N” she mumbled, she started to fall asleep as soon as you were both in bed, she struggled sleeping without you. She could if she tried hard enough but it never did it any justice.

“I love you, Wanda”

“I love you to Lioness”

[collecting-stories]

Strawberry - Daryl Dixon

Request: Hi love! I adore your daryl dixon works and i was wondering if i would be able to request a scenario where you risk your life to save a baby that you found and daryl’s reaction (you still survive but it was a narrow escape) to your maternal instincts? 

A/N: I think I went a little off course with this one. To be fair, I tried it out three different ways and settled on this so hopefully it’s good. 

The Walking Dead Masterlist

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The atmosphere at camp had taken a relatively negative turn after you’d gotten back from the run with Daryl. It didn’t help that you were injured, cuts so deep on your leg that if Daryl hadn’t vouched for them being caused by barbed wire you were sure Shane would’ve shot you on the spot, convinced you’d been bitten. Hershel had to stitch you up and you could hear Andrea bitching the entire time, voice carrying through the door, that this was all a liability. You, your recklessness, your injury, and, most importantly, the baby that you were holding on your lap for the entirety of Hershel’s work.  

A little girl without a name, she was wearing pink corduroy overalls with strawberries embroidered into them. The run, which should have been routine, had taken you and Daryl further into town. He’d been spending a lot of time looking for Sophia but when Glenn injured his ankle on a run, Rick nominated you and Daryl to head out in search of supplies.  

“When I told you to bring back whatever you could find,” Rick said, watching the baby skeptically, “I didn’t mean a baby.”

She was little more than five months old you guessed, trapped in a car seat in the back of an old Volkswagen that Glenn told you hadn’t been there when he passed through before. “Must’ve been other survivors, travelling through the area.” Everyone seemed to have an opinion on the baby and on your decision to save her, at great personal risk to yourself, but you tuned most of them out. Aside from situationally, most of these people weren’t ones you would ever actually spend time with and you didn’t care if the Andrea’s of the world passed judgement on your personal convictions.  

“How’s she doing?” The only one who had been surprisingly without criticism of your actions was the one person you had expected to admonish you for being reckless. Daryl sat down on the porch steps beside you, crossbow on his lap.  

You had seen the baby trying to outrun a hoard of walkers and get back to Daryl’s bike. She was inside the car, crying, and you had doubled back for her, nearly killing yourself when you caught your leg on a bundle of barbed wire from a downed fence. Daryl had cut it from your leg, part of your jeans ripping off with them as he pulled you and the baby to safety. He’d been the one to bandage you enough to get you back to the farm too, not a word to you the entire time.  

In all honesty, you were waiting for him to be angry. Maybe not yell because you hadn’t really experienced him yelling at you before, but certainly had heard him go at it with Shane a few times. And you expected something, at least a “yer stupid” but so far he hadn’t said anything.  

“Alright,” you shifted the baby in your arms and placed the empty bottle down between you and Daryl, “she finally ate.”

He nodded, glancing over at the baby as you laid her against your chest to burp her. “Yer good with her, ya got any experience with babies then?” He asked, more than you’d talked to him since Merle went missing, presumed dead. Probably more than you had spoken to him before that too.  

“I was the middle kid of nine,” you replied, “babies are pretty much part of my wiring. I always thought I’d have one.”

“Got one now.”

You laughed, maybe the first honest one since you’d wound up in Atlanta. Daryl wasn’t one to joke around and that, partially, had thrown you into the minor fit but, more over, he was right. As judgmental as Lori and Andrea and Shane wanted to be, this baby wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. None of them would as you to do that.  

“I guess I do.” You finally said, “I’m sorry for getting us all mixed up, by the way. I wasn’t trying to jeopardise your safety.”  

“I ain’t some heartless bastard, not gonna ask ya ta leave a kid ta die.” He replied.  

“Still, thought you’d have something to say about it. Everyone else seems to.”  

“Yeah well,” his hands worked to clean the crossbow and he paused his speech for a moment, full concentration on the weapon in his hands. He listened for any sign of footsteps or the possibility of somebody that might overhear the conversation. “Shane woulda just as soon shot ya both in the back.”  

“That’s true.”  

“Everybody’s losing that bit of ‘em...it’s good ya still got it.” He said quietly and you nodded because you understood what he was trying to say. The same thing that had him out there looking for Sophia had propelled you back to the car. And if he had seen the baby first he would’ve done the same thing.  

The baby made a quiet heaving noise before something akin to a giggle and you laid her on your thighs as you reached for the spit blanket that Maggie had given you. Daryl reached a hand over, steadying the baby she didn’t roll off your lap, the infant cooing at him and grabbing at his fingers.  

“I looked through her diaper bag,” you finally said, adjusting her again so she could sit up, facing her out to the yard and letting her look around at everything. She seemed transfixed with Daryl, reaching out for him and clapping her hands together when he gave her his hand back. “There’s no name or anything on it…not even on her tags.”  

“I ain’t good at naming things,” Daryl said, as if sensing that was why you’d brought it up. “Stray cat used to come in our yard ta eat and all I called him was kitty.”  

“Yeah…I’m gonna pass on naming her Baby.” You joked, “just figured since you were there when I found her.”  

“She’s all yours,” he replied hastily though he had set his crossbow aside to play with her. Not going so far as to take her off your lap but keeping her occupied, holding her attention.  

-

You pushed open the door to the jail cell, sliding the curtain out of the way as you slipped inside, surprised to see Daryl sitting on the bed in your tiny room, the baby on his lap. You had put her down for a nap only thirty minutes earlier, heading outside to check the snares with Rick and had come back in to make sure she was alright.

“Beth asked if I’d check on her,” Daryl said, not even looking away from her as you shut the curtain and pulled the chair over. “Said Judith was fussing.”

“Thanks, sorry I was out in the field...guess I shouldn’t be leaving her with everyone else if I’m the one who’s supposed to be taking care of her.” You joked. Lori was gone now but the admonishment had been from her. That if you so desperately wanted this baby around than you should be the one to care for her.  

“Ain’t just a job for one person.” Daryl replied, “she ain’t hard to take care of anyway.”

“That’s cause she likes you.” You observed. His cheeks flushed and he bowed his head, almost bashful at the thought and you just smiled like you hadn’t noticed his sudden behavior, turning your attention to the baby.  

-

“Frazier,” the little girl rocked back on her bottom, giggling when she met Daryl’s shins and tilting her head back to look up at him. Her knees and the palms of her hands were stained from the grass that she’d been tearing through.  

She smiled, rocking herself forward so that she could clumsily stand up, turning swiftly to face Daryl again as she reached her arms up for him. “Daddy!” The moniker was new, ever since Judith had started talking, calling Rick ‘dada’ when she saw him, Frazier had decided that she, too, required a dad. And, naturally, she had decided that it was Daryl.  

He shouldered the crossbow he was carrying and leaned down to scoop her up, doing his best to ignore the name. You’d suggested that maybe the term would die out as she got a little older but so far it was sticking and, while Daryl made like it bothered him, it didn’t really. Taking care of the baby, who you’d named from your mother’s side of the family, had seemingly brought the two of you closer. Or at least it had created a reason for Daryl to stay close to you. Looking out for the baby, as he always put it.  

“She’s been waiting all day for you.”  

Speak of the devil, he turned toward the house to see you coming out to greet them, still pulling a hoodie on to combat the chill that had settled into Alexandria. In the time between Hershel’s farm and now you had seen a lot of bloodshed, lost a lot of people. For a brief moment in time Daryl had been fairly positive he had lost the both of you too, but you had turned up in the woods outside of Terminus, Frazier right there with you.  

“Ya been keeping watch?” He asked, jostling her slightly and being rewarded when she giggled and nodded her head.  

“Yeah, no naps!”  

“Oh Lord,” he muttered, handing her off to you when you reached out for her.  

“Come on Frazier, let’s get some food?” You offered, carrying her towards the stairs. She twisted in your arms, reaching over your shoulder for Daryl as he followed behind you.  

For all the maternal instincts everyone always said that you had, you thought Daryl was just as protective and acutely aware of Frazier, and now Judith, as you were. He was just less obvious about it. Trying to pass it off as indifference when in actuality you had seen that side of him often and in excess.  

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[shotorozu]

Hi! Well last few weeks was pretty hard for me, and i wish i had a bit of comfort from anyone. I would be so grateful if you could write a bakugou, kirishima and shinsou when their s/o is having a bad time feeling emotionaly numb and needing some pchisical contact and maybe some warm words. Love uuu and have a nice day/night ♥️

hi! sure thing anon 🤍 i’m sorry you feel down :(( i wrote this as soon as i could

their s/o asks for some physical comfort

characters : bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijirou, shinsou hitoshi

fic type : headcanons [fluff, lil angsty]

legend : [Y/N = your name] reader is gender neutral, since anyone can use some comfort 🤍

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bakugou katsuki

in all honesty, he’s not the best with comfort

his words come off harsher than he wants them to

so he usually tries to stray away from saying too many things, you know?

but when you tell him how you’re feeling, he honestly feels bad

like— yeah sure, he can give you a nice talk, since you’re his s/o

but he’s so used to swearing that it just happens?? and he’s worried that’ll make it worse

so, he asks if you want to cuddle

and that’s what you need!

it first starts bakugou subtly changing the surroundings. replacing hard edges with pillows, and fluffing them out

then, with a sudden hug— he pushes you to his chest

his hand resting against the back of your head, as he plays with locks and pieces of hair

it’s unusual- bakugou katsuki being a softie. but not to you

his other hand that’s not against your head, is against the small of your back

he’s just whispering your name at this point, he just loves saying it.

then, he moves you guys to the bed

putting you on his lap, his hand that was on your back is on your waist now

to make sure you’re steady

then, he starts to pepper kisses against your jawline, then to your cheeks

and finally— to your lips, muttering a soft ‘i love you’

honestly, it also comforts him too, so it’s a win-win

kirishima eijirou

the best person to come to for comfort (besides midoriya and mirio)

when you tell him how you feel, it makes him really sad

it kinda reminds him of his middle school days

when he was so numb, losing hope of even going to UA and becoming a hero

so the thing he does first is comfort you, with physical contact

and it’s exactly what you need

you’re facing away from him— back pressed against his chest

his arms wrapped around your torso. he’s distracting you with affirmations

“do you know why i love you so much, Y/N? huh, you already know? well! i’ll tell you again and again.”

midway the talk, he changes positions— so the both of you are laying down on the bed

facing each other

he’s observing your facial expression, and your facial features. absolutely doting on every single detail

“you are so beautiful, you know that? i mean everything, you know! so please come to me if you ever feel down, i hate seeing you this way.”

then, he prints a kiss on your lips, and embraces you

“lets take a short nap, pebble.”

shinsou hitoshi

“i’m sorry that you feel this way, kitten.”

though, he might need some reassuring occasionally— he’s surprisingly good at physical comfort

he’s fairly tall (as a 16 year old) and i’d say he’s pretty warm.

first— he’ll get you anything you need (like any other character) and change the enviroment so it’s comfortable for you.

but he’ll probably go the extra mile for it.

after that, he places you on his lap— since he likes the way you feel on his lap

he’s talking about cats now, and funny experiences he had training with aizawa

“i saw this cute little kitty on the training grounds,” he shows you a picture “i don’t know how it got there to be honest, but aizawa sensei told me not to touch it— but after training, he picked it up and asked me if i wanted to help him with the cat.”

he’s tracing patterns on your back, and he’s observant of your expression, each sudden or subtle change.

remaining eye contact the entire time

“you’re soft.” he says, while rubbing the back of his hand against your cheek (almost like a cat)

if you ever giggle or smile, he’ll smile too :)) it reassures him that he’s doing something right.

then finally, he shifts positions— moving you so you’re laying down against his own body

your legs tangled with his.

“i know you, kitten. and i know how strong you are, you’re sooo strong. be honest with me when it comes to anything, i don’t want to see you this down— okay? so uh.. stay happy, i’ll make sure you’re always happy, kitten. and you can hold a grudge against me if i’m wrong. just.. stay with me”

he says, before kissing you

aw, he’s so soft

you’re drifting off to sleep, and the insomniac he is

he doesn’t sleep (lol) but!! he’s calm, and happy with you. so that’s all that matters.

　　　　　

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for reading! (cheer up, anon🤍)

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei. i only own the writing

do not plagiarize my work

[thenextchapter22]

Mail Order... Kitten Girl

Part 8: Aw Rats

Description: Satan accidentally orders a special type of ‘cat’ online after having a few too many drinks…

Tags: Pet Play, Cat Hybrids, Fluff, Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Tail Fucking

Pairing(s): Reader/Everyone (but Luke)

Link to my AO3: Click Here

In this chapter: Kitten and Barbatos spend time together!

Part One  Part Two  Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Authors Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARBATOS!! This one is for you :))

+++++ MINORS DNI +++++

It was an early morning on a weekday. You woke up slowly, snuggling into the demon body beside you in bed. Sleeping in Belphie’s room was always your top favorite spots to get a great nights sleep. Surrounded in his bed with all his blankets and pillows he stacked up plus his warm arms around you, that was the best.

You were shaken out of the slumber by Beel shaking his twin’s arm, saying, “Belphie, Kitten, get up and eat.”

Belphie groaned, squeezing your body to him, nuzzling the back of your neck with his heated breath caressing you. “Mmmm... ‘s early, Beel. Later...”  

The temptation to stay was strong, but your stomach gurgled and you decided to get up.  

Wiggling in Belphie’s strong hold until you faced him instead of the wall, he opened one eye just enough to stare at you questionably. “Cuddle me later?” you said through a yawn.  

Your youngest demon Master sighed, but gave you one final squeeze around your waist, lingering just above your bottom with his fingers, and kissed you gently. “Fine... Go on,” he said, and opened his arms to free you.  

Beel helped you climb over him. As soon as you were out of the bed, Belphie went right back to sleep.  

With a smiling sigh, Beel shook his head. “C’mon, Kitten. I’ve made one of your favorites for breakfast so let’s get you dressed.”  

You picked at the thin silk short set you had worn to bed. Sleeping with any of them, you liked to wear little to almost nothing. Firstly, because a lot of them ran hot, and secondly so that you could feel their bodies closer to you. That extra touch made your body feel good.

You sat on Beel’s bed, waiting for him to pick out an outfit for you. Almost all of your Master’s liked to dress you. And because you usually stayed in one of their rooms, sometimes a different demon each night so it was fair—they liked to fight a lot about that—they had clothes ready for the next day.

The redheaded demon chose a soft pair of leggings and a short-sleeved scoop neck shirt, also soft,  probably fleece . You smiled at the plain underwear he helped you slip on.  Asmo , Lucifer, and Satan all liked to give you lace undies and bras, but the others preferred comfort for you. Either way you  didn’t  mind, they were your owners after all and you liked them dressing you up. The fun of it was seeing the  different styles.  

After you were clothed, Beel took your hand and smiled. “Let’s go eat.”

You smiled right back and nodded, “Mmhm! ‘m hungry, Master.”

“Me too. I haven't eaten in minutes.”

Giggling, the both of you left Belphie to the room and went to eat.

Breakfast for you was perfect. Waffles soaked in syrup, piled high with berries and whipped cream. Sausages and eggs, too.  The table was full, aside from Belphie. Your Masters all ate their weird demon foods. The day was looking to be a great one!

Once your belly was full, that was when your morning turned from sweet to just plain sour.

The worst news was given to you, and in anger you lashed out.

Which was why now, you sat dejectedly on the couch, arms crossed and tail swishing across your lap, the tip fuzzed out. You poked at your collar that was almost forced on you, a black leather collar that wasn’t uncomfortable but not your favorite, thick and ugly. A long leash was attached to it, and on the other end was Lucifer holding it. Usually you liked the leash, but not when it was a punishment.

Everyone was in the common room now, even Belphie who had gotten up after hearing the news. They either stood around you or sat on the furniture, but they all were looking at you with small smiles or smirks.

You were  not  amused. If you were an actual cat, your fur would be stuck up like the tip of your tail was.

The bad news that caused this problem... your Masters were leaving for the whole day to a RAD Student Council member only meeting that Lord Diavolo was holding.  

You hated being alone. But because Barbatos was staying behind to make a feast for when they came back, he had volunteered to watch you.  

When Lucifer went on and explained he was going to take you to Lord Diavolo’s castle for the hand  off of  yourself to the demon butler, you obviously did not want to go or for them to go and as such you had clawed at him, and thus the leash.  

You didn’t draw blood, Lucifer was too fast for that, but the reaction was enough to be punished.

Huffing in your seat, you refused to not look angry. They were leaving you... again!

Lucifer sighed, and patted the top of your head a few times. “Bad kitty’s get punished, my dear,” he said matter of fact.

Your nose twitched. “I know...”

“You promise to behave for Barbatos?” Satan asked.

You nodded. “Yes, Master...”

“Don’t look so upset, it will only be for a few hours...”

“Why can’t I just be at home alone?” you asked, glancing at them all with wide eyes.

Asmo cooed. “Last time Simeon took too long, kitty cat, and you were upset with us. We’re just looking after you.”

You pouted.

Beel smiled. “Barbatos is excited to see you. And he said he wants you to taste test some of his bakes today. I’m jealous.” He drooled.

Your ears perked up. “R-really?” You licked your lips. Barbatos was the best baker you knew. His cakes and pies and basically everything he made was yummy.

“Kitten looks happy now!” Mammon said with a grin.

Satan agreed, “She looks like the cat who got the cream.”

Asmo giggled. “She probably will, too, and I mean to say Barbatos’~”

The others groaned or chuckled. You didn’t know what that meant, but you did love cream.

“We’re having a big feast later at Lord Diavolo’s castle, so be sure not to eat too much,” Lucifer said, and then announced it was time to go.

You stood as Lucifer started for the front door, the leash taught. Your Masters all said their respective goodbyes and ‘I love you’s’ and it made you very happy inside. You would miss them so much.  

Maybe it was better to not be alone, so you wouldn’t be so sad and think about them until they came home.

Turning on your heel before the front door, you smiled. “I love you, too, my Masters.” And you meant that, truly.

They all cooed, or grinned, and you waved goodbye.  

It was only for the day, right?

_+_

The walk to Lord Diavolo’s wasn't too long. Barbatos let you inside the main entrance where you waited to be handed off like a true pet.

“Welcome, Lucifer, Kitten. We are going to have a good time together today, hm?” the demon butler smiled at you kindly.

You peeked at him from behind Lucifer and nodded once. Still, something inside of you was a little peeved.

“I trust you will be good?” Lucifer asked you, a stern look in his red eyes.

“Yes, Master, I'll be good,” you said.

Lucifer handed the leash to Barbatos, who took it without a single question. You wondered if Lucifer told him what happened and why you had the leash at all.

“She will be well looked after, Lucifer.”

Lucifer nodded. He gave you a single kiss on your forehead. “Behave, Kitten,” he said, and then he was gone out the door. You watched as he transformed into his demon form and flew off, majestic and sexy. You did love his wings; they were so soft.

“Kitten? Let’s go.” Barbatos smiled at you again, and gestured with his hand for you to go ahead and step further in the Castle.

You frowned, but did, and you found yourself in the kitchen after a little bit of walking.  

The room was a far cry from the House of Lamentation’s kitchen. First it was much larger, higher ceilings, and had several ovens and even more cooking equipment. There were tons of cabinets and a large black table off to the side. The floors were nicer on your shoes, less chance of tripping on wood floors than badly lain cement blocks.

While you glanced around, you felt a tug on your leash and a click, and Barbatos was hanging your leash on a hook on the wall before you knew what happened.

“Wha-?”

“It will be easier for the both of us. I won’t say anything if you won’t?”

You giggled. The collar was still on, but that was fine by you. “Okay!”

“Perfect. Over this way please.” He led you to a counter, and there was a ton of ingredients out. They smelled sweet, salty, bitter. Some of them looked good, others odd colored or shaped, but still had a good aroma. “Today you can help me prepare the meal for their return.”

Your ears fell. “I can’t cook...”

"That's not a problem. You have two hands, and so you can mix. And taste test for me as well.”

Now  that  you could do with great pleasure. “Yes, I want to help!”

He chuckled. “I assumed so. We are only preparing desserts now; I will finish the rest of the meal later so it's fresh. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Baking with Barbatos was fun. You got to eat so many tasty things. He let you lick the spoon with the frosting, and gave you little chocolate chips. Mixing dry ingredients for him was harder than it looked and you got some flour on yourself, but that was why you had the apron on.  

Although, it was strange that he already had the perfect one for you. It certainly was not for one of the demon brothers or Diavolo (right?).

After cooking for a long time, eating and mixing and opening and closing the ovens, setting all the pretty treats under domes on counters or in the fridge, you were totally exhausted. All the hard work and eating had really wore you out.  

You yawned a few times, and rubbed at your eyes.

“Is it time for a cat nap?” he teased.

“Barb, I’m tired.” You yawned again.

He softly laughed. “All right. Come with me, Kitten.” He put the palm of his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the kitchen. You were taken around a few doors and small hallways to a wide window with a bed seat cushion, and it faced a garden full of flowers and wildlife.

“So pretty...” you were in awe.

“I thought you might like the view. Rest for a while and I will wake you up once you’ve gotten the proper sleep.”

You curled up on the warm bedding and purred. The sun was shining in the spot, and you could fit yourself perfectly in a ball. “Thank you~”

Barbatos smiled down at you, and pet your head, his hand lingering on your neck to squeeze once. It gave you the shivers. “You’re very welcome, Kitten. Sweet dreams.”

You fell asleep watching the birds flutter around and chirp.  

When you woke up it was still sunny, but not directly on you. And you watched the garden for a while, and then you saw it.

A rat, scurrying across the field.

You made a sound and bared your teeth at it.

The window had a latch, and you undid it and crawled out to step into the garden. You were quiet, stealthy, your prey was right there. You caught it in your claws and squeezed until it was dead.

This was the perfect present to say thank you!

Barbatos had not come for you yet, so you set the dead rat on the floor of the room, waiting for Barbatos to come fetch you.  

And when he came inside, he froze up, and stared at your gift. “Kitten.”

“Barb~ I got you a gift, it’s right there.” Your tail flickered in happiness, and you grinned a fanged smile at him, proud and excited.

He tensed as he walked around it, but did not pick it up. “Did you touch that thing?” he asked instead.

“Yes, with my claws. I killed it for you!”

“I see...” He held out his arms, and frowned. “Let’s go wash your hands,” he said.

You pouted. “Are you not going to take my present?”

Barbatos’ brows furrowed. “Kitten, I appreciate the gift, however...”

Now you understood, and your eyes watered. “Y-you hate it, don’t you?”

“Not at all, kitty, not at all. I just want to take care of you first.” He grabbed you under your arms and you were taken back to the kitchen, legs wrapped around his waist. You felt like a toddler but the warmth of his body was nice. “You need to clean up before you touch anything else.”

He directed you to stand before the sink and place your hands inside. The water was hot on your hands and you cried out. He apologized, and quickly turned it down, and then poured soap on your hands, helping wash them, getting between your fingers and under your claws.

“Rats carry diseases, and Devildom rats even more. I want you to be more careful.”

You nodded. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

Barbatos gave you a soft smile. “It’s fine. There now, let’s dry them and then we can get back to baking together.”

You dried your hands and frowned down at the tiles. “I just wanted to thank you...”

He cupped your cheek and had you look at him. “I know, but you don’t need to thank me with that,” he said, not unkindly.

Oh, so that’s what he was getting at. Well, your Master’s did not say you couldn’t please Barbatos, and he did take care of you. This was the only other way you knew how to say you were grateful for him feeding you delicious snacks and letting you sleep in the cozy sun spot.

“I can thank you like this,” you said, and knelt down on the floor right in front of him, your face at his crotch.

There was one quick inhaled from the demon butler. His gloved finger lifted your head up for him to stare down at you with his pretty green eyes. There was a slight hue on his cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me at all.”

You licked your lips. “I want to. Please? Can I see your cock and suck it?”

He began thumbing your bottom lip. “If that’s what you want, I wouldn’t say no.” Then he made a concerned face. “Do you want something for your knees?”

You nodded, glad Barbatos was such a kind demon. “Please...” and he somehow had a throw pillow in his hands, and you lifted one knee at a time to get situated. “Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble.”

Quickly you helped him out of his pants, slipping them to the floor. As you did his hand caressed the top of your head, and you felt his dark gaze on you, watching every move you made. As his pants dropped to the floor, he stepped out of them, kicking them away. The mess was so unlike the butler from what you had seen.

Now he was just in his underwear, a silk dark green pair that outlined his cock and balls. You nuzzled his clothed dick. “Smells good, Barby.”  

“Mmm, you like the smell of cock, Kitten?”

You nodded. “Yesss-”  

His hand went to your hair at the back of your head to lightly tug. The pain mixed with his scent urged you on, and you had his boxers pulled down, and he was quicker in stepping out of those. His cock out inches from your mouth, half hard. Before you sucked it, you grabbed it to stroke it to life. You licked the tip once, he gasped. Then you swallowed him down and peeked up at him with a certain look, unmoving. Waiting for him to do something.

He got the idea and smiled. “Do you want me to use your mouth?”  

You hummed, hopeful he understood it meant yes. And he understood because he began using your mouth. Filling it with his slicked head, hitting your tongue and roof of your mouth. Your lips were swelling up, and you suckled and slurped at his cock.

Clawed hands went to his waist, holding him steady as his fingers clutched your hair to do the same. The pain and scent surrounding you had your pussy wetting up, soaking your undies. But this was for him, about Barbatos’ pleasure. And a Kitten could please their Master, or their Master’s friends, and you would do a good job of it, too.

Breathing through your nose, you kept a firm hold on his hips, and your tail helped by wrapping around his thigh once to squeeze. His legs were bare, strong looking. You looked up at him, and met his dark eyes, flecks of black creeping in to those slate green iris’. It was sexy and you moaned.

“Ahh, Kitten,” he moaned. His hand not at your hair went to touch your tail, wrapped around a part of it and stroked like you had done to his dick. “Such a soft tail."

You moaned louder, vibrating around his cock, tonguing the underside with your flattened muscle, flexing. He tasted tangy and filled your mouth perfectly, and a little precum trickled onto your taste buds.

The demon butler tensed and grunted out a warning before he came in your mouth, and only then did you let him go. You held his spent cum in your mouth on your tongue, and showed it to him before swallowing. It was bitter, but you had worse.

“Such a naughty thing,” he commented, and pet your hair from your cheeks.  

He smiled, and in his eyes was something new you hadn’t seen. He put his clothes back to right, and before you could react, he had you in his arms and then deposited you on the long kitchen table. The throw pillow was shoved under your body to lift you up at your lower half, and it helped keep your tail from being squished. But you were confused.

“Barb-”

“Hush now.” He stood at your feet, a demonic grin truly. “I shall return the favor,” he whispered. Barbatos’ appearance shifted, and he was in his demon form, his twin-tipped tails flickering behind him, his bat-like horns gleaming in the kitchen light.

His hands torn down your pants to your ankles, and you let him, him taking off your shoes next to leave you in socks and your top. Then you were spread open, panties glistening, socked feet flat on the table. He had you bend your legs so he could grasp your knees to keep you like that, but your pants hugged at your ankles like restraints.

Those eyes of his were basically neon green they were glowing, and he stared at your clothed core, and you tightened in response. Could he see the flex of your pussy?  

“You got wet from sucking me, hm... How delightful.” His finger went to your waist, tugging under the band, and it snapped apart. He tore your underwear from you and exposed your vagina to the air, the coolness hitting your burning heat, wetness growing.

“Ahh, B-barb-"

His tails were hovering your vagina, twitching, and you leaned your head down to watch. You couldn’t see much past your belly as he lifted you up, but you knew what his intentions were.

You begged for it, “please, inside...”

He did not hesitate. His tail slowly went inside your pussy, thick, slimy, softly scaled. It was bigger than you figured, and you tightened down and wiggled your hips.

He tore his glove off with his teeth, and his bare finger circled your clit, the sparks of pleasure helping the stretch. “It’s okay, you can take it. Be a good kitty.”

You clenched down on him again and he winced for a second, but then his tail slithered deeper and flicked at the tip to hit that spot inside and you saw stars, clutching the table at each end with clawed hands.

“You’re damaging the wood,” he said with a bit of humor, but did nothing to stop you. His finger circled your clit faster and harder, and you were close but still felt like it wasn’t enough.

That was when his second tail spread your cheeks apart to press to your anus, slimy from the wetness leaking from your pussy. You were not ready for that, not now.

You cried, “nnngg, not there, please.” Your own tail swooshed in the air, a nervous twitch, and a warning that you did not like that.

Barbatos kissed your inner thigh, holding your knee wider with one hand as his tail fucked you, sloppy sounds echoing in the room along with your heavy panting. “I know, beautiful thing, I won’t.” He left the tail tip there, slipping over your hole to join the other at your pussy, pressing against its twin. “You can take two, can you not?”

You tensed and sobbed. “P-please,” you desperately wanted to be torn open.

He grinned, sharp teeth, and shoved his second tail in along with the other. You arched your back and tossed your head to the side and sobbed, burning and intense pleasure/pain encompassing you. “Ahhhgg~”

The pace he set was fast and rough, the double tails slipping in and out and scrapping at the best parts of you, no time to adjust. “You’re so sweet, yet so naughty. I want to feel your pussy on my cock someday.”

“Uhh, yes, yes, want that-”

“Hm, I know you do.”

He was so himself like this. Barbatos was commanding and sure in his movements, and it was perfection. His head went between your legs and his mouth found your clit and licked and kissed wet and sloppily. You wished you could watch as he did, but your position only let you see his head bobbing, and his tail motioning in and out between your thighs.

He kept his mouth on your clit, swishing his tongue back and forth. “Purr for me, kitty,” he pulled back to say, and then with insane speed he fucked you with his serpent tails and licked you, like a vibrator toy for your clit.

The heat was reaching your belly in a boiling point now. Your body was hot, tense, and your toes curled, and then with an arched back, your belly tightened up and you were finished. “Cumming, Barb, cummiinnnnggg~” you exclaimed, spurting all over.  

It lasted a few moments, but felt like longer. You kept your eyes shut and felt the excess amount of your own juices dripping out. The sparks went with the beat of your heart as you calmed down, almost like an exposed wire feeling every single thing. Your shirt was sweaty. Your throat sore, from both screaming your pleasure and holding some back. There was a little bit of tears drying on your cheeks.

When you did open your eyes, Barbatos was hovering over your head, smiling that gentle smile, this time it reached his kind eyes. “So pretty for me,” Barbatos murmured, kissing your cheek. “I need to clean you up now.”

You hummed, shutting your eyes as fireworks popped up in your vision. “Mmm, clean up,” you copied.

He chuckled, and lifted you up in his arms, and you whined but allowed it. “Come on kitty, you can have another nap after.”

You sighed. “Love naps.”

“I gathered that. You may be a second Belphegor and we just don’t know it.”

You giggled. “Mmmm.” What a silly thing to say.

_+_

“She looks exhausted,” Lucifer commented. He had a slight smirk in his eyes and on his lips, but not enough for the average person to see.

Barbatos shared a similar look. “Oh yes, we had an eventful evening, didn’t we?” You flushed red, ignoring the question, and he went on, holding out a few containers. “Here. To take home with you. The feast will begin in a few hours, but I know Beel will like to have some extras.” Barbatos handed you the boxes. “Thank you for all your help today, Kitten. Anytime you want to stop by, feel free.” The green of his eyes shone, mischievous.

You held in the whine, because you  did  want to visit again. But the teasing was too much and you were exhausted mentally and physically. You didn’t even want to be standing right then.

You looked at Lucifer and asked, “Master, can we go home now?”

“Yes, we can.” He took the leash from Barbatos and you both left Lord Diavolo’s castle for the House of Lamentation.

And if Lucifer noticed the limp in your walk, he said nothing on it.  

Thankfully you were not in trouble. Your Masters, it seemed, did not care if you shared yourself. But you had to wonder the limitations of that... you’d ask another time.

So, you went home to rest before the feast, but in the end you did not go. You actually stayed behind with Levi who had plans to be online that night (Diavolo played video games, you heard, so he excused the Envy demon).

Snuggled up with him on the beanbag you lazily watched him play, occasionally getting soft pets between battles. It was boring to just watch, but you had enough excitement. This was a perfect way to end a sweet day.

[killerandhealerqueen]

Headcanon: Keying finds a black cat, a real one this time. Kitty is hurt and Yuzhi is busy so Keying treats and bandages. She takes care of it with her brother's permission it takes about a week for the wounds to completely close. One day, Keying decides to pay their neighbor a visit because she knows the nice man has cats. No one answers the doorbell. Next few days, she talks to the cat, Xiao Hei, and Xiao Bai about her suspicions: that her brother has a crush on their neighbor. Xiao Hei is interested. Days later, Xiao Hei disappears. The neighbor visits. "I heard your brother has a crush on me!" "KEYING!!!" Yuzhi is blushing. Keying is happy. "Hi, I'm Xiao Hei- I mean, Jiang Yuelou."

Shapeshifter!Jiang Yuelou as a black cat? Oh sign me the fuck up

Keying comes home from school one day to find a black cat curled up on her stoop and they look pretty injured

Keying lets out a gasp before she quickly (and carefully) scoops the cat into her arms, holding it close, and unlocks the gate leading to her house, quickly heading inside

Since Chen Yuzhi is still at work, Keying decides that she's going to take care of the kitty and bandage it up. She first assesses where the kitten is hurt (there's some pretty deep claw marks under the cat's fur) and it's left front leg has a deep wound on it too

Keying then decides to carefully wash the cat's wounds with a damp towel, making sure that it doesn't get infected, before she takes some of her brother's bandages and gauze and wraps the cat's leg with it (since she doesn't think wrapping the cat's body is such a good idea)

The cat does try to lick its wounds but Keying quickly holds its head in her arms, keeping it from licking

"No, kitty. You'll hurt yourself more if you do that. Let's wait till Gege gets home and he can treat you better"

The cat huffs and squirms in Keying's arms so Keying loosens her grip a little but not a lot so that the cat can't lick its wounds

"Do you want some food, kitty?"

The cat perks up at the mention of food and Keying grins as she carries the cat into the kitchen and places it on the counter as she goes to get the cat food that they use to feed another cat

Once she gets the can, she opens it and places it before the cat, the cat almost inhaling it, causing Keying to look at it with wide eyes

"Wow, kitty, you must be hungry"

The cat makes a noise of agreement, just as Chen Yuzhi comes home to find Keying feeding the black cat

"Keying? What's this?"

Keying looks over at him and the black cat looks up from their can of food, both of them staring at Chen Yuzhi as he walks over to them and frowns

"A new cat?"

"I found him lying on our stoop! He was hurt and I couldn't just leave him...I tried to bandage him to the best of my ability...can we keep him, gege? Please?"

Chen Yuzhi looks at her then at the black cat before he sighs and reaches out, gently scratching the black cat's head

"Yes, I suppose so. But you're going to have to be responsible to him, understand?"

Keying nods as the black cat keeps pressing its head into Chen Yuzhi's hand, causing Chen Yuzhi to laugh and continue to pet him

"Well, you're certainly a friendly thing"

The cat soon gets settled in with the family pretty quickly. Chen Yuzhi does take another look at the cat and determines that it's going to take about a week for the wounds to heal properly and Keying's ecstatic because she's really grown attached to the cat

She affectionately names the cat "Xiao Hei" as the other cat they feed is named "Xiao Bai" and spends all her time with the cat. Xiao Hei likes to curl up on her lap and rest as she pets him but she notices that he really likes Chen Yuzhi

He's always rubbing himself against his leg when he comes home or whenever he sits down on the couch, Xiao Hei is always there to curl up on his lap but he always makes biscuits first before curling up for a nap. Also at night, Xiao Hei will curl up next to Chen Yuzhi's chest

Chen Yuzhi seems to like Xiao Hei as well (he loves animals in general) maybe even more than Xiao Bai. Whenever Xiao Hei leaves Keying for Chen Yuzhi, Keying always pouts because Xiao Hei's supposed to be her kitty, why does he like her brother more than her?

One day, Keying decides to go over to her neighbor's house and pay the man a visit because she knows (or she remembers) that he owns a cat himself and she wants to know if their cats could maybe be friends

However, when she knocks, there's no answer and she pouts before heading back to her house to go play with Xiao Bai and Xiao Hei

As she heads inside, Xiao Hei is curled up on Chen Yuzhi's lap while Xiao Bai is sleeping next to him, making Keying smile befoer she looks at her brother

"Gege?"

Chen Yuzhi looks up from the book he's reading and Xiao Hei raises his head, both of them looking at her

"Yes A-Ying?"

"What do you think about our neighbor?"

Chen Yuzhi frowns at her

"Ms. Liu?"

Keying shakes her head as she points to her left

"No, our other neighbor"

Chen Yuzhi blinks before his eyes widens

"Oh, you mean Chief Jiang?"

Keying nods and Chen Yuzhi hums, thinking

"He seems like a nice man. Why do you ask?"

Keying shakes her head

"Just wondering"

Chen Yuzhi hums as Xiao Hei nudges his head against him, causing Chen Yuzhi to smile and gently pet his head

Later, when Chen Yuzhi goes out and Keying is playing with Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai, she looks around before she looks at the cats

"Can I tell you guys a secret?"

Xiao Bai just flicks his tail while Xiao Hei turns to look at her, almost as if he was paying attention to her. Keying looks around again before she leans down so that her mouth is close to the cat's ears

"I think gege has a crush on Chief Jiang"

Xiao Bai's tail just flicks with Xiao Hei looks at Keying with interest as Keying scratches behind his ear

"You can't say anything or gege will get mad"

Xiao Hei just smiles (if cats could smile) and purrs

The next day, Xiao Hei is no where to be found and Keying is freaking out when there's a knock at the door, causing her to quickly run to it and open it, surprised to find their neighbor Chief Jiang Yuelou standing there

He smiles and asks if she's seen his cat Xiao Bai, he can't seem to find him anywhere and Keying gasps before she takes his hand and drags him inside, just as Chen Yuzhi is coming out of his room, getting ready to leave for work

When he sees Jiang Yuelou, he blinks in surprise before he looks at Keying in confusion as she motions to Xiao Bai

"Xiao Bai's Chief Jiang's cat! He came looking for him"

Chen Yuzhi nods, just as Jiang Yuelou smiles

"You know, why don't you watch him for me. It's time to go to work, right Dr. Chen? I'll walk with you to your clinic, the police station's not that far"

Chen Yuzhi blushes before he nods in agreement, picking up his medical kit as he walks over to Jiang Yuelou, who smiles, both men leaving the house as Keying grins and picks up Xiao Bai, watching them leave

Xiao Hei is never seen again but that's okay because Jiang Yuelou fits into their little family quite nicely

[bangtanloverboys]

kitten fever // myg

summary - min yoongi wants to be a daddy, but not in the way that you quite expect

pairing - cat hybrid!yoongi x gender neutral!reader

genre - fluff; hybrid au, established relationship au

word count - 7.5k

warning - yoongi being an absolute softie, hinted hybrid discrimination, YOONGI WITH A KITTY, yoongi and yn being domestic, KITTENS, overwhelming love for kittens, yoongi calling himself daddy

author’s note - this is for the bts ghostie dynamite dads event “new dad yoongi”, but make it new cat dad. i snuggled my kitties a lot writing this bc i love them and they are my inspiration for this. anything cat related on my blog is inspired by my own cats, enjoy. i may post a baby photo of one of them bc that’s how i imagine the kitty in this 

2:54 am read the small digital clock in the corner of the room. Yoongi couldn’t sleep. He turned his head over to you, still curled up into his side. Pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, he gently peeled your arm off of him and got out of bed. You let out a soft whine at the loss of his warmth, patting the empty space in a sleepy attempt to find him. He shook his head and chuckled at you, placing another kiss to your head and made his way over to the desk. Seating himself in the wheelie chair, he opened the laptop and typed away into the search bar. 

‘Newborn Kittens’.

He honestly wasn’t sure what was going through his head, but he was feeling something deep down inside. The feeling started sometime a little after you had adopted him and it had only grown stronger when the two of you had gotten together. Originally he thought that was the feeling, the need to be with you. You were his mate and you were it for him; he loved you with every little fiber in his being. But there was still something missing in Yoongi’s heart, and that is what it was.

He really wanted to be a dad. 

Not for like human babies though, no. He didn’t think that either of you were ready for that yet, not for a while. But he really wanted to care and love for something as his own, which has slowly led him down the rabbit hole of kitten videos. Volume set to low, he played videos and listened to the small innocent newborns cry and whine at the new world they were in. The cries resonated deep in Yoongi’s heart. He wanted to care for, guide, and love on a kitten so badly. The only thing is he had to convince you about it. 

After about an hour of him watching and holding back tears over the newborns, he let out a yawn. He exited the tab and cleared the browsing history, an extra precaution he’d taken to make sure you accidentally stumble across it. He didn’t know why he was so nervous about asking you, maybe it’s cause you never talked about having another pet or an actual animal? He vaguely remembered you mentioning the reason you got a hybrid in the first place. You wanted someone to talk to and to keep you in check, which Yoongi thought he did a pretty good job of. You were a bit of an idiot sometimes, but you were his idiot now. His idiot that he had no idea how to tell he wanted to have a baby kitten. 

He quietly tiptoed back over to the bed and carefully slotted himself to lay next to you, once again. You sleepily register the bed dipping next to you, turning over and wrapping your arms back around him; holding him even tighter so he can’t leave you again. He let out a low chuckle at your action, letting you mold yourself against him. With another kiss to the top of your head, Yoongi let his eyes slowly fall shut. Dreaming of the kittens he wanted so badly. 

You woke up earlier than Yoongi the following morning, which was strange, seeing how normally he’s the first to rise. As of lately though, he’s been sleeping in more. You didn’t mind, the past few times he slept in, he had the warmest smile on his face. It was so blissful and it always pulled at your heartstrings to see him look so soft. But whenever he woke up, he acted distant. Like he was holding his breath around you. You don’t know what led him to start acting like this, you tried talking to him about it, you really did. Everytime you brought it up, he acted like it was nothing and dismissed the issue or said he was in a funk. So you’ve taken a back seat, waiting for him to either truly tell you what’s going on or for him to pull himself out of his self-proclaimed funk. With a small sigh passing your lips, you kissed his cheek and gave one of his little ears a scratch, you pulled yourself out of bed to get started on your morning routine. 

With a yawn, you padded down the hallway of your small apartment towards the kitchen. Glancing at the calendar pinned to the fridge, you let out a low groan. Today, you had a lot of paperwork that you could thankfully do at home, but that didn’t help the fact you just wanted a lazy day to cuddle with your boyfriend. But you have work to do, then you can cuddle Yoongi to your heart's content. Quickly, you fashioned a breakfast milkshake; consisting of your last banana, an egg, milk, and some chocolate sauce. The roar of the blender must’ve woken up Yoongi, as soon as you turned it off, you heard his heavy footsteps get closer and closer. You don’t turn to look behind you as two arms and a tail wrap around your waist. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You smiled as he buried his head into your neck. 

“Morning,” he grumbled, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. 

You stop from finishing your shake to lean into him, nuzzling your cheek against his messy dark hair. “You sleep alright? I thought I felt you get up in the middle of the night.”

“I’m good, just. . . had trouble sleeping last night,” You felt him shift behind you, readjusting himself so his chin is now resting on your shoulder, watching you finish making your shake, “decided to have a wikipedia deep dive to try and bore myself to sleep.”

“Aw, I’m glad you were able to get some sleep though.” You said as you pulled out a metal straw from your utensil drawer into your finished banana-chocolate milkshake. However, Yoongi doesn’t loosen his grip on you. Carefully, you manage to twist yourself around in his arms to look at him. His face is still puffy from sleep, his eyes are blinking lazily as you give him a chaste kiss. “Sleepy kitty.” Upon saying that phrase, you felt Yoongi’s arms stiffen around you. It was only for a moment, then he relaxed and nuzzled his nose to brush against your cheek before letting his arms slip from around you. You don’t let the way Yoongi tensed up at your words, but elect not to bring it up. It’s too early.  

“What do you have planned for today?” Yoongi asked, stifling a yawn as he went to make himself some coffee. 

“Just paperwork,” you huffed as you siphoned through the utensils to find your precious metal straw. “You got anything? Besides taking a cat nap.” You smiled as you took a sip of your shake. 

Yoongi shook his head as he concentrated on his coffee making task, “I got nothing.”

“Maybe when I’m done, we can watch a movie?” You suggested, as you leaned against the countertop. 

“Mm, sounds good.” He responded as he mixed in his coffee creamer. Satisfied with his stirring, he turned back to face you. “There’s a few things I’ve found that I think you might like”, he said as he brought the mug to his lips. 

The small conversation fell and the two of you got started on your routines. You handed Yoongi your glass for him to clean then went to your bathroom to start the day. You couldn’t get over how he froze around you at the little nickname you bestowed on him. Sleepy kitty. Did he not like that? He never had any objections to your pet names previous to this. You couldn’t just chalk it up to it being one of his ‘moods’ because this was a constant thing now. You needed to talk to him, maybe before the movie.

Yoongi on the other hand, felt like banging his head into a wall. How could he be so stupid to have such a blatant reaction to the pet name?! He supposes it has everything to do with the dream he had after he had finally fallen asleep after an hour long cat video binge at such an ungodly hour. He had dreamt of a small tabby kitten, probably no more than 4 weeks old. It was snuggling into his shoulder while he slept, swiping at his tail while he sat and worked, nibbling on his ears- God even just reminiscing about the dream had his heart aching again. 

Shaking his head, tried to push past the consuming thoughts of kittens, refusing to give into his instincts. He focused all his energy into cleaning the dishes; totally not imagining the small cup he was washing as a small kitten, scrubbing it delicately and making sure not to go too hard on it’s small fragile head-

Yoongi dropped the cup in the sink, the plastic banging against the other dishes ringing in his ears as he held his head. He was going to lose it, he knows it. To his concern there’s only one solution to this issue: get a kitten and take care of it. Digging the heels of his palm into his eyes, he let out a deep sigh. There was no other choice he had, he had to talk to you about his kitten fever. 

Finishing up the last of what was in the sink, he dried off his hands and made his way back over to the room. You had already gotten to work, judging by how you barely acknowledged him as he walked in. Walking over to the bed, Yoongi stretched himself over the messed up covers. This was how the two of you did spend most of your days when you were allowed to work from home; with him laying down and watching you work. Resting his cheek on his folded arms, Yoongi kept his eyes on you. Trying his damndest not to let his mind wander from you and to imagining you working with a small kitten on your lap. Your hand caressing its small body while it meows loudly at you as you play with it- He let out a groan, burying his face in his arms to try and escape the mental image he created. 

Hearing him, you turn in your chair to face him, “Yoongi, are you okay?”

Peeking from behind his elbows, concern is written all over your face. He shut his eyes and sat up, “Y/N. . . Can I talk to you?” Your brows furrowed together, a look of panic dashes through your eyes as you nod. Taking a deep breath, he stood up from where he sat and walked over to your desk, leaning against it. “I-,” he started, “I want kittens.”

His admission out in the air, he closed his eyes, fearing your reaction. But no sound of rejection came from you. Opening one eye to peep at you, you were confused. Yoongi could also see the gears turning in your head as you thought of something, anything to respond to him.

“Yoongi, I-I don’t think we’re-”

“Not like that!” He stopped you, seeing how you didn’t quite understand what he was talking about. “I mean like, actual kittens. . . Cats. . .” He explained.

Your mouth parted, “Oooh.” The dots connected, Yoongi’s sudden mood changes started to make sense; especially this morning’s when you called him kitty. All this because he wanted to father kittens? “How long have you been thinking about this?”

“Hmm?”

“How long have you wanted kittens, Yoongi?” You questioned.

Bashfully, he looked to his feet, “I don’t know. . . Since we got together, I suppose?”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline, “That long?! Why haven’t you told me, baby?” You went to grab his hands, holding them in yours.

“You never said anything about wanting kids, animal or not so I just. . . didn’t say anything.” He responded, keeping his eyes on your interlocked hands. 

“Yoongi, look at me.” He raised his head to meet your gaze, “Human babies I never really thought much on, but kittens? I love kittens so much, of course I’d want to have them with you.”

“Really?” He felt like his eyes were going to pop right out of their sockets “You mean it? I can-We can get a kitten? A baby?” Yoongi couldn’t believe his ears; his vision started to blur as tears welled up in them. The blurry outline of you nodded as you stood, pulling him into a hug as the happy tears fell from his face. 

You cooed at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his face burying itself in your neck. “Aww, we can definitely get a kitten. I think having one might be a wonderful little addition to our family, don’t you think?” Yoongi only cried harder in response. You stroked the hairs at the back of his neck, soothing him from his happy tears. “I’ll take that as a yes, I’ll get all my work done today and tomorrow we can go to a shelter and adopt. Okay?” With a nod of his head and a couple sniffles, he pulled away from the hug. You moved your hand to lay it on his cheek, wiping away the remaining tears from his cheeks. “Let me finish this up okay? You do research on some kitten supplies and shelters nearby?”

With that, Yoongi immediately got to work on researching products (within your established budget) and found a shelter a few blocks away from your apartment building. You thanked whatever deity that was watching over you that allowed your apartment to put in a notice for a new pet so last minute. Normally you’d have no qualms about waiting a few days, but the way Yoongi had been keeping this to himself, you didn’t want him to wait any longer. He deserved to be a proud father of a little fur baby. 

All night long, you could feel Yoongi’s excitement radiate from him as he tossed and turned in the bed all night. You could hear him even giggle to himself, whispering how he’s going to be a dad. The words squeezed your heart as you turned to wrap your arms around him, partially to keep him still but also because you were happy that he was so happy about this step for the both of you. Maybe him a little more than you though.

You woke up to an empty bed, you patted around Yoongi’s side, noting it was cold. You were puzzled for a moment, wondering where he might be when the smell of bacon flooded your nose. You let out a light chuckle as you got out of bed, and shuffled down the hallway to see Yoongi in the kitchen, buzzing as he cooked breakfast. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d mistake you for a dog hybrid for being this excited.” You chuckled as you sat down at the table. He narrowed his eyes at you before returning to cooking. Normally Yoongi never went all out with breakfast unless it was a special occasion, you suppose that today might as well be a special occasion, it being the day he finally gets to become a dad. “Did you get any sleep?” You asked as he put some bacon and toast on a couple plates. 

“Enough,” he answered, placing a plate in front of you on the table. You rolled your eyes at his response, you should’ve figured he didn’t get much; but at least he got some of it. “Gotta get used to not sleeping all throughout the night.”

“Yoongi, it’s a kitten. Not an actual baby.” You chortled as you took a bite of bacon, “It’s not gonna wake us up in the middle of the night crying.”

“Yeah, but kittens in a new environment often are excited and don’t sleep much the first night or so.” He responded as he sat down in front of you, “While I’m not a full cat, you should remember how restless I was when you first got me.”

You do remember. He stayed up all night the first few days, getting a feel of your apartment; sniffing around and making some noise, but after that he started to settle in and get comfortable in his new home. “Yes, but cats don’t whine every few hours to be fed.”

“Touche,” he bowed his head in defeat before going to take a bite out of his toast. 

You watched him as he ate, nibbling a bit on your breakfast as you did. As you continued to eat, you noticed he was getting more and more fidgety. Figuring how he wasn’t very upfront with you about getting a kitten, he was waiting on your word to get ready to find a shelter. You smirked a bit as you took a few more bites of your toast before pushing your plate away. “Alright, ready to go?” Before you even finished, Yoongi jumped from his seat and kissed your cheek. You barked out a laugh as your hybrid dashed down the hallways towards the bedroom in a blur of black and white. 

Deciding to take it upon yourself, you cleared the table, seeing how Yoongi was too excited to focus on anything else. You shook your head as you picked up his abandoned breakfast on the table; if he was too excited to sleep, you should’ve figured he’d be too excited to eat. Better make sure the second that kitten crosses the threshold of your apartment that you feed him before he forgets completely to eat. As you finished up in the kitchen, said hybrid came back, “What are you doing?! Why aren’t you getting dressed?!” He exasperated at you, still dressed in pajamas, while he was all nicely dressed. 

“I’m sorry that I want to make a nice impression on the newcomer, when they arrive.” You chuckled as you walked up to him, ruffling his hair. “I’ll get dressed. You finish up here.” In a flash, he was at the sink, furiously scrubbing the pans and plates. You laughed at him again, you wonder how he’s going to react when you tell him that you’re not even gonna stop at the shelter first, seeing how you should get the products first before the kitten steps it’s paws in the apartment. No matter how eager Yoongi was, you needed a litter box first. Kitten second. 

Once you’re dressed and down the hall, your overly eager feline partner was frantically checking himself in the hallway mirror. Letting out a chuckle as he made his hair and ears look as neat as possible. You held up your keys, the jingling catching his attention, he beamed as you moved to put your shoes on and get out of the door.

“What kind should we get? I looked at some of the ones at the shelter and there’s this pretty ragdoll, she’s all white and fluffy- Ooh! There’s this siamese kitten that just had the most beautiful eyes-”

“Yoongi,” you cut off his rambling as you approached your car. “I love you, I really do and I’m excited that you’re excited. But don’t overthink it, let’s just go to the shelter first and see who speaks out to you more. Okay?” 

You watched as he bashfully scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry.” He chuckled nervously.

“Don’t apologize, baby. Now come on, we gotta get going.” You hopped in the car, Yoongi followed behind you, climbing into the backseat. The two of you sit in silence as you drive off, your hybrid humming happily as he stared out the window. It’s only when you pull up to the pet store does Yoongi let out a low groan. 

“This isn’t the shelter!”

You grabbed his hand as he pouted his lips at you, “I know. But we need litter, food, and toys. I don’t want to forget that on the way home.” You pressed a kiss to his knuckles as he dropped his pout. 

“Fine,” he sighed as he unbuckled and got out, clearly unhappy with the decision, but realizing it was the right one either way. 

“You’re acting more like a moody teen than a father to be, you sure you’re ready?” You raised a brow at him, which quickly had him standing up straighter.

“Yes, I am.” He gave a firm nod as he spoke, “Now come on, the fast we get the supplies, the faster we can get the baby.” He took your hand in his and led you into the store. 

You let Yoongi take the lead pushing the cart through the aisles as you searched for the supplies you needed. You could feel stares from other customers as Yoongi was looking at the different types of kitten litter and which one would be best. You felt like they were judging you for bringing your hybrid to the pet store, like you were going to make him actually use the items that were meant for his animal counterpart. 

“Can I help you with anything?” You both turned your head to see a young woman in a blue vest standing there, a confused expression on her face. 

“Actually yes, what brand of litter would you recommend? I’ve read all the reviews but, I’m curious about your opinion?” Yoongi rambled off as he stood, walking to get closer to the employee. “We’re going to adopt a kitten later today and this is both of our first times owning a cat.”

“Oh!” The employee's eyes widened and nodded, now understanding the situation instead of assuming the worst. “Well what age are you looking to adopt?”

“Not sure, I was thinking maybe four to six weeks?” He said as the worker’s eyes examined the wall of litter in front of her. 

“Hmm,” she stepped down and pulled out a medium sized pink box. “This brand is what I’ve seen the best reviews on, anyone with a kitten seems to like it before going on to other litter.” She handed it over to Yoongi, who was bowing his head as he accepted the box. 

“Thank you very much!” He replied, gracious for the help. 

“No problem, anything else I can help you with?” She responded with a grin of her own as she looked between the two of you. 

Yoongi glanced over his shoulder to you, waiting to see if you needed anything at all. You shook your head, “No. Thank you for the offer though, I think we got it.”

Yoongi thanked the employee again before turning to put the box of litter in the cart. “Got litter, got the litter box, food, what else?”

“Toys and a collar?” You noticed that was something lacking from your growing collection of cat necessities. Looking up to Yoongi, you see him with his lips pursed in thought as he stared down into the cart. “Something wrong with that?”

“Toys no,” he said, moving to push the cart forward towards the cat toy aisle. “Collar, I don’t know. I mean, it’s going to be indoors anyways. Does it even really need it?” 

He did have a point, a collar was to ensure that if it got lost you’ll be contacted as soon as it’s found. But considering how it is going to be inside all the time, and with Yoongi always around too, did you really need it? “You’re right, but we don’t know. Why don’t we skip the collar today, and get it when we know for sure. Does that sound good?”

You followed close behind him as he turned into the next aisle, thinking of what you said. “Yeah, sounds good. Just don’t want to make any unnecessary purchases.” You stopped in front of a small wall of colorful toys and stretching posts. Your eyes shifted towards him as he closely examined each and every toy in front of him. “There a limit on how many toys we can get?”

“Let’s start with three,” you laughed lightly as you moved to stand beside him, looking over the different options. “We do need a scratching post, so let’s get this one,” you move to grab a long cardboard scratcher and put it in the cart, “because we don’t need the little baby scratching up the furniture.”

“No we do not,” Yoongi returned with a chuckle, reaching out to grab a small pack of toys in the shape of mice. “These look fun.” 

“What are you gonna play with it too?” You elbowed him gently as he tossed them into the wagon. 

“I just might.” He teased as his attention went back to the wall of toys, he reached forward and grabbed a small plush octopus. He gave it a little shake and it chimed, his eyes immediately lit right up and placed it right next to the other toys. 

“I’m beginning to think those toys are for you more than the kitten,” you joked as Yoongi moved to push the cart out of the aisle and towards check out. He scrunched his nose up at you but didn’t deny your statement. 

Once at the check out, Yoongi put all the items up on the conveyor belt while you went up to the cashier, who was eyeing Yoongi carefully as he checked out each item.Not liking the way he was looking at your hybrid, you cleared your throat, directing his attention back to you. You knew there was still some judgement towards hybrids being out and about in public, but that shouldn’t matter because he was with you. His owner. 

“Did you find everything alright?” The cashier huffed as he bagged your items, going over the register to double check that he scanned everything. 

“Yup!” You gave him a tight smile, not wanting him to give away your displeasure at his behavior. You just wanted out of this pet store now. Yoongi, on the other hand, must’ve sensed your uneasiness and in an instant he stood right next to you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. Letting out a shaking breath, you returned his squeeze before finishing up your purchase. It certainly was a small hit to your bank account but this was worth it, it was for Yoongi. 

You both gave a quick thank you to the worker before you made your leave, cart full of brand new kitten supplies. As you were loading up the car, Yoongi placed a hand on your shoulder. “You okay?”

“I didn’t like those eyes on us, on you.” You muttered as you shut the trunk closed. 

“Y/N look at me,” he placed his hand on your cheek. “It’s alright, I can deal with a couple of staring strangers. But you’re with me that’s all that matters.” He smiled as his thumb caressed your cheek.

You stood there for a moment, letting him sooth your anxieties before you pulled away. “Okay, now let’s go get that kitten. No sadness today, this is supposed to be a happy time.” Soon as the words left your mouth, Yoongi’s entire demeanor shifted; going from a caring partner, to an excited child with only a few words. 

 “Right! Let’s go!!” With that, Yoongi gave you a chaste kiss before jumping into the passenger side door. 

The drive to the shelter wasn’t that long, and Yoongi was bouncing up and down in his seat like a child on his way to Toys R Us. It was cute though, seeing him this excited. You don’t think you’ve seen him this giddy; you’ve seen him happy of course, but not this kind of emotion. It looked good on him, you hoped he manages to keep it going as the kitten grows old. 

“We’re here!!” Yoongi announced ecstatically as you pulled up in the parking lot. The hybrid waited patiently as he could as you got out of the car, his eyes locked on the door of the small building. It was a bit on the smaller side, but it was a bit more of a homey feeling to it. Something that you thought would be good seeing how this will be the new addition to your family.

Soon as you stepped forward towards him, he bounded ahead of you, eager to get through the door. “Hurry up!” He whined as you leisurely took your time walking up the path to the door. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you huffed as you finally managed to get to the front door. Yoongi was grinning so hard his cheek muscles were sore, but that didn’t matter. It was finally happening. He was gonna be a dad! 

Door to the shelter opened, he followed you as you stepped inside, glancing around at the posters of various cats and dogs on the wall. He stared at them while a volunteer at the front desk asked to help you. He moved his head to pay attention to the conversation, but little meows echoed from the door where the volunteer entered from. His hand instantly grabbed yours as he heard the little cries; not coming from his computer, but from actual kittens. 

His attention was brought back to you at the sound of your laughter. “You ready, Yoon?” He nodded his head so hard, you feared his head might pop off. Your shoulders shook with another laugh as you looked back to the volunteer, “Can we see them now?”

“Of course!” She answered as she took a few steps back towards the door, holding it open for the two of you. Yoongi followed after her quickly, tugging you along with your hand still tightly grasped in his. The smell of all the other animals filled Yoongi’s senses as they walked down a short hallway. He could hear the sounds of them as well, all calling for the attention of the new people that they no doubt smelled. Soon enough, they approached a door marked CATS, Yoongi felt your eyes on him as the volunteer opened the door and walked in. 

“You ready to be a dad, Yoongi?” Your voice was soft as you squeezed his hand. All he could do was nod as you entered. 

The scent hit him first, the smell of fur and cat food, and litter boxes. Not the most pleasant thing in the world, but at that very moment, it was better than roses to him. Then the sound of dozens of cats meowing away filled his eardrums and he felt his smile get wider as he glanced around the small room. There was a small cat tree in the middle of the room, with silver kennels on either side of it. Some of the doors were open, the felines who inhabited them wandered about the room. The rest of them remained closed, but that didn’t stop them from sticking out their paws between the wires, going out to grab the other volunteers in the room. 

“So all our kittens are about four to six weeks old, all siblings are in the same kennel. Feel free to open them up if you want,” she explained as she walked over to another male volunteer to talk to him. “All their names are on that white board, by the way!” 

There was a small brush against Yoongi’s pant leg. Glancing down, he made eye contact with an orange tabby cat; rubbing it’s head against his calf. The creature looked up and meowed at him, curious about the two new strangers who came in. Ever so slowly, Yoongi knelt down petting it’s head and letting it keen into his hand. Above, he could hear you coo as at the sight before getting distracted with another cat that came up to you. 

Yoongi felt like he was going to cry, he had to only take one home? When there’s so many here that all need homes? He was so close to just begging you to take them all home, but he knew that that wouldn’t be a good idea. Taking a deep breath, he got back up to his feet and walked over to one of the kennels and peered in, looking at the small fluff balls curl together for warmth. Carefully, he moved to open the wire door without waking any of them, but it appears his presence was enough to wake them because sure enough, small mewls added into the already noisy room as he opened the door completely. 

“Hi,” his voice was barely a whisper as he reached in and let the kitten sniff at him, getting adjusted to his scent before moving to touch any of them. A small white kitten with the bluest eyes reached up to grab at his fingers, its small claws digging into his skin. “Ow,” he feigned with a chuckle as he lowered his head to scratch at the fur balls ears. “You’re a curious one, aren’t you.” He lilted as he turned his attention to another kitten. This one was black, but strangely enough has small light grey stripes decorated its body. It was a bit more separated from the rest of the litter, smaller too. Intrigued, he moved his hand over to it and let the kitten sniff it. When it seemed to accept him, he let his hand curl around its small body, lifting it out of the cage and into his arms.

“You found someone, Yoongi?” He heard you ask as you approach him, a small gasp leaving your lips when you see the tiny creature in his arms. “Oh my goodness! Aren’t you precious!” You melted as you reached your finger out to stroke its head. 

“I see you’ve found the runt of the litter,” the volunteer noted as she walked over to you both, a smile on her face. “She’s all healthy, so if she’s the one you want, she’s ready to go home with you.”

Yoongi could feel your eyes on him, looking for an answer on if this was the one you were going to take home. He stared down at the small cat in his arms, who’s big eyes stared right back at him. He could feel it deep in his heart, this was the one. This was his baby. “Yeah, it’s her.”

“Okay, babe.” You kissed his cheek before looking back to the kitten still in his arms. “Hi baby, you almost match your daddy.” You giggled as you gave her one last scratch before confirming with the volunteer that you’ll be taking that one home. 

With a smile, she nodded, asking you to follow her to finish up the paperwork while telling another volunteer to help Yoongi with getting her ready to leave. He readjusted the kitten in his arms so she was now laying against his chest, rather than in his arms. The other volunteer held a cardboard carrier with an old towel in it out. Yoongi was hesitant at first, not quite ready to let his new found child out of his arms just yet. 

“Come on, buddy. She’s gonna be okay,” he encouraged Yoongi as he reached for the cat. Holding back the urge to swipe at him and carry the cat out in his arms, he knew you wouldn’t want him to make a scene. So he complied, letting him take the kitten from him and into the carrier. The volunteer handed it over to him; but instead of holding it by the handle, he held it by the bottom in both hands. Not wanting to jostle her around before getting to the car. 

The volunteer escorted him back out to the lobby, where you were finishing up. “Yoongi, what are you gonna name her?” You asked. The question caught him off guard, he didn’t know what he was gonna name his kitten. He’s wanted one for how long and he never thought of one? He quickly racked his brain for names, not wanting it to sound too cheesy or weird but none came to mind. 

“I, uh,” he was embarrassed at the predicament. But you merely laughed at him before placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“It’s just for the chip she got, I’ll just put down Min for now alright?” You looked to him for his permission. He nodded, the two of you will figure out a better name to call her in the meantime. But at least she’s got a nickname on her. 

Paperwork all done, and a car full of new cat stuff. The two of you drove back to your apartment, and all the while Yoongi was flinching with every confused little meow that came from the white box on his lap. Unable to take it anymore, he cracked open the carrier a bit, just enough to stick his hand in and sooth her of both his and her anxieties about the drive. You rolled your eyes at the action, mumbling something under your breath about coddling her before she’s even gotten to the house. But Yoongi couldn’t help it! He hated hearing the small and scared whimpers, he couldn’t just do nothing!

When the drive finally came to a stop, you handed Yoongi the key to the apartment. “Put her in our room, close the door and come back here to help me with the rest of the stuff. Okay?” You instructed, to which Yoongi followed to the T. Well almost to the T.

Once he got into the house, he opened up the carrier and pulled out the kitten. “This is your new home.” He started as he walked around, showing her the place. “This is the living room and the kitchen area, we’re out here a lot. Don’t try to scratch up the couch please, or Y/N is gonna kill us both.” He chuckled as he made his way down the hall, pointing at different photos and giving a story. “This is the bedroom, where we sleep. You can sleep here too.” He went on and he placed her down on the ground. “Now you can explore while we go get your things.” He said, but didn’t move. Watching how the kitten sniffed around the new place, getting a feel of it. A smile on his face, he slowly started backing out of the room, closing it behind him.

He rushed back out of the door, but before he made it to your car, he ran into you, an annoyed look on your face. “You got distracted with the kitty, didn’t you?” Yoongi looked down at the ground, feeling a bit guilty for putting the baby before his partner but thankfully you seemed to understand. “Fine, just get the cat litter. Couldn’t carry it all by myself.” You jerked your head in the direction of the car. Nodding, he ran down to go get the rest of the things.

Setting the majority of the cat stuff down, you quietly started towards the bedroom. Cracking open the door, you don’t see anything just yet. You push the door open a bit more, still nothing but there is a small little lump of poop on the floor, stinking up the whole room. “Gah,” you gagged as you quickly went to the kitchen to grab some paper towels and cleaner. “Knew I should’ve told him to get the kitty litter ready first,” you muttered to yourself as you cleaned up the little troublemaker’s poop. After being sure to toss it in a trashcan in the bathroom, you began looking for the little one.

Laying flat on the ground, you peered under your bed. The small outline of the kitten was seen in the middle of the bed, out of reach for you to grab. “Aww, come here baby. No ones gonna hurt you.” You stretched your arm out under the bed, the tips of your fingers barely grazing her soft fur. You could feel her lower her nose to your hand, sniffing you out before rubbing her head against your palm. 

“What are you doing?” You heard Yoongi’s voice called out from above you.

“She hid under the bed,” you explained as you pulled your arm out from underneath the space. 

Yoongi pursed his lips in thought as he leaned down, taking his turn to reach under the bed. “Come here baby, come on.” He made kissy noises, trying to lure her out. “Come to daddy.” But to no avail, she didn’t come out. 

Disappointment was written across his face as he sat up. “Aww, don’t be upset Yoon. She;s just scared. She’s in a new place,” you placed your hand on his cheek. “Why don’t we set up her stuff, maybe she’ll come out then.”

Begrudgingly, he agreed. You set up all the stuff in the room first, just to get her accompanied to the new place before the rest of the apartment. You had Yoongi handle setting up her litter box and opening up her toys while you set up her food and water. Cat stuff thoroughly thrown about the place, you saw small little paws peek out from underneath the bed. 

“Yoongi,” you nudged your hybrid to look at where you were pointing. 

Instantly, he began to lower himself to the ground, not breaking eye contact with her as she watched him slowly go down and down until he was laying flat on his stomach. Taking a few tentative steps, she got closer to him. Sniffing at his ear which twitched at the close proximity of her black little nose. “Those are my ears,” he stated simply as she started to swat at them and his hair. “Hey,” he chuckled, lifting his head away from her paws. “Don’t hurt daddy.”

“You’re really gonna stick with daddy?” 

“Got a problem with that?”

“Not at all,” you raised your hands in defense, not wanting to argue with him. He moved back to sit on the ground next to you and watch as the kitten curiously bounded around the room. She looked up at you before making slow steps over, before putting her paws on your thighs. You looked up at Yoongi who looked nearly green with envy. “Guess we know who her favorite is.” You teased. 

“No no no no,” he said as he leaned over before picking up the cat, plopping her on his lap. “She’s gonna be a daddy’s girl, if it’s the last thing I do.” You would’ve thought she would’ve hated being moved by force and would’ve jumped away, but she didn’t. She snuggled herself deeper into his lap and started purring. Now it’s your turn to be jealous.

“No fair,” you grumbled as you leaned forward to pet her again.

Yoongi only stuck his tongue out at you before turning his attention back down to the cat. “Moonlight.”

“What was that?”

“Her name is Moonlight. Moonie for short,” he said, his eyes never leaving her as he let his hand stroke her.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the kitten. “Welcome to the family, Moonie.”

The rest of the day is spent with you and Yoongi on the ground, playing with her, completely ignoring the rest of the world. You took a lot of videos of her playing around Yoongi’s tail. It was precious to see how well he was with her; jumping into his new role as a cat dad. It warmed your heart. With each of her squeaky meows,  Yoogni would respond with one of his own; his deep voice making a low meow, sounding nothing at all like a cat. Yet she still responded, meowing back only louder and more pitchy.

As they continued to play, it became painfully obvious that Yoongi definitely bought those small mouse toys for him because he was playing around with them a lot more than her. Moonlight on the other hand, was approaching your bed. Pouncing on it in an attempt to climb up top. With a laugh, you helped her up onto the mattress, watching her as she waddled about the uneasy surface. 

Your stomach growled, hungry for some food. “I’m gonna go make something real quick.” You got up and kissed the top of Yoongi’s head before walking out of the room and towards the kitchen. You made a quick sandwich to refuel before getting back to playing. As you ate, you thought of how well this was going to be. Granted it was only the first day, but this was going to be good. Just by the look on Yoongi’s face you could tell. He was absolutely in love with that small little ball of fur, his baby. Your baby. 

Finishing up your little sandwich, you made your way back to the bedroom. It was quiet, you didn’t hear any more rustling or mewling. Brows furrowed, you opened the door and the sight you saw before you melted you. Yoongi laid curled up in the middle of the bed, similar to how he did when he first got comfortable with you when you got him. Moonlight was tucked close to his chest with an arm draped over her, fast asleep.

On your tiptoes, you made your way over to the bed to lay opposite of Yoongi. They both stirred as the mattress dipped beneath your weight, but both remained with eyes closed. You let your arm drape over Yoongi’s side, effectively sandwiching Moonlight between the two of you. There the three of your laid, tired smiles on your faces as you warmed the new addition of the family between you.

[cuddlesslut]

Thank you so much Darling 🥰

NSFW # 10 - we have to be quiet it or theyll here us

FLUFF # 7- stop hogging the blankets 

Ushijima Wakatoshi & Kuroo Tetsuro 

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Oral, Fingering, slight Daddy and Sir kink, Strong Language, Public Sex

Kuroo Tetsuro  

It was exhilarating the feeling of doing something you weren't supposed to. The Idea of getting caught added on to the to heat pooling inside of you. Your brother would throw a fit if he knew. But laying here naked on your boyfriends bed as his face was buried between you thighs, you could give a fuck about the consequences. You were in heaven. Your hips bucked into his feral assault. Kuroo’s lips wrapped around your clit giving it a harsh suck. his tongue moving down sliding between your folds darting into your entrance. You let out a loud gasp your hands tangling into his bed head as he fucked you with his tongue. you felt your release climbing as you screwed your eyes shut spewing a sling of curses.

“look at me kitty, let me see you come undone for me.”  Kuroo spoke into your quaking cunt. You look down to catch his gaze as his stare bored into you. With one final nip at your sensitive bundle you were thrown into pleasure. As your come drenched his face he eagerly lapped up the juices. Kuroo was at his limits ready to bust just from the beautiful faces and noises you made. He pounced on your exhausted figure capturing your mouth into a searing kiss you could taste yourself on his hungry lips. You could feel his harden length sliding against your soaking entrance. He moved his hip slowly sinking into your tight hole. Your hands gripped his muscular shoulders as he stretched you. After a brief moment he started to roll his hips into you his momentum starting to build as he got lost in the holy feeling that was you squeezing tight around him groans leaving his mouth as he was becoming more vocal.

And thats when you hear it. The slam of the heavy front door. “ Hey, Hey, Hey,” echoed through the flat alerting you to your brothers presence. Your body automatically prepared for Kuroo’s retreat but instead he drilled into you harder.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he lost himself in you. “shhhhh Tetsu,” you scolded your usually cautious boyfriend. “ we have to be quiet or he’ll hear us!”

Not stopping Kuroo placed one more heated kiss to your lips “ let him hear i dont care anymore, You are mine,” he said lifting your hips up so he was pounding deeper and harder into you. “this pussy is mine,” he growled  “now scream for me Y/N.” 

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The exhaustion you felt as you laid there next to him was enough to put you to sleep. Chests heaving from the extreme work out you both experienced. You both rolled over to your sides. Kuroo pulled the comforter over both of your still naked figures. He traced his slender finger along your arm and shoulder up your neck causing a slight shudder from the light touches. He brushed the stray hairs out of your face looking deep into your e/c eyes. A huge smile graced as he it dawned onto Kuroo that this right here was what he wanted. 

“ I meant what i said Y/n,” he breathed out nervously ,as smooth as everyone thought he was Kuroo was just as nervous now as he was the first time he kissed you. You looked up at him wide eyed waiting for him to finish his thought. 

“ You are mine, I love you.” he studied your features as he said the sacred words for the first time in your relationship. Your breath hitched not expecting that response just yet. Your heart swelled as you stared at the man you also loved knowing he felt the same. You surged forward crashing your lips to his. He sunk into your embrace feeling at home with you in his arms. 

You pulled back giving a happy sigh, “i love you too Tetsuro,” you sunk back into the bed getting comfy. “should we go face the music,” you asked thinking about that there was no hiding anymore. “Nah, lets rest, im going to need my energy to out run Bokuto,” kuroo laughed. You laid next to him feeling the happiest you have in the longest time. Your eyes started to feel heavy as you looked over to your lover who was already fast asleep light snores already filing the silent room. You felt warm and safe as you drifted off only to be suddenly shocked as Kuroo rolled over taking the blanket with him. “HEY! Asshat dont hog the covers!” you said tugging at the covers. his eyes stayed closed but you saw a slight smile on his face. “Kurooo,” you groaned a little louder than necessary. 

“Y/N !!,” you hear your brother shout. Apparently finally hearing your voice. Kuroo’s eyes snapped as Bo pounded on the door. 

“OH SHIT,” you both cursed looking at each other.  

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Ushijima Wakatoshi

You see Wakatoshi standing near the locker rooms. But you dont make it to them as he pull you into a supply closet. Quickly locking the door behind him Ushi pushes you against the door lips hungry as he and hands frantic as he grabbed at your body. His breath was hot as he left rough and wet kisses down your neck. his gripped tight on your hips pulling you close into his towering figure. 

“Sweetheart,” he breathed his breath husky with frustration. “you should know better than to rile me up before a game.” His large left hand came up to your cheek petting you his rough thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. “ do you see what you did to me love?” he asked pressing his oh so large dick ,that was straining inside of his Adlers uniform, against your thigh. A weak moan left you mouth as you felt him. 

“Looks like youre going to have to be a good girl and take care of the problem you caused Sweetie.” he looked down at you eyes dark as he slid his large fingers against your clothed heat. Thank goodness you wore a skirt today. He hooked his fingers inside your frilly panties as he pulled them down your smooth legs having you step out of them, before tucking them into is jacket pocket. Knowing time wasnt on your side he began to pet your pretty pussy feeling how wet you already are. Toshi doesnt say anything about the mess you were already making of yourself he doesnt need to. He knows what he does to you. He slid one of his huge fingers into you knowing he need to make sure you were good and stretched for him. 

“Toshi,” you whimpered as he added another digit. Using both fingers he scissored inside of you feeling to tighten around him as he started to pull you first orgasm from you. You were right there on the edge. When you were suddenly empty. You look up at him pouting at the loss of you release.

“sorry sweetie youre going to have to wait a little longer after being so bad this morning,” he smirked knowing that you were just putty in his hands. He took a step back pulling down his shorts and boxers finally freeing himself. Not wanting to waste the precious time he had he turned you around placing your hands on the door as he bent you over. He bit his lip at the sight of your ass peaking out from under your skirt and your pretty pussy dripping for him. If he had the time hed gladly kiss you down there and make you come on his mouth. But alas not right now. He aligned his throbbing monster of a cock with you soaking entrance. Easing himself in giving you plenty of time to adjust. Hot tears pricked your eyes at how full you felt. Never getting used to how much your boyfriend always filled you.

“Are you ready sweetheart,” he asked as he grabbed your hips tightly. 

“Yes Sir,” you moaned softly. Ushi began his thrust starting with a slow pace before finally slamming himself into you. Causing a choked moan to escape your lips. He began to pound into you furiously, “Aaahh Toosh-,” your loud moan was cut by his hand finding it place over your mouth. 

“Shhhhh love,” he chuckled. “not so loud, we dont want to be caught now do we?” He kept your mouth covered not convinced youd be able to suppress your moans yourself. The rhythm he set was unrelenting. You quickly found yourself on the edge again. Using his free hand the ace rubbed your sensitive bud send your crashing into your intense orgasm. He helped you ride out your high as you clenched around him. Knowing he wouldnt last much longer you knew what to expect as he pulled out and pushed you to your knees before shoving his aching length into your open mouth coming from the sensation of your soft tongue moving around him. Emptying his ls milky load into your beautiful mouth. Swallowing gladly you looked up at him from your spot on your knees. His breath was a little uneven as the pet your h/c hair. 

“ You did amazing Beautiful thank you,” he said helping you to stand and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “i have to go warm ups will be soon” he said holding you tightly. He pulled his clothes up as you straighten out your mess hair. He started for the door.

“Uhh wait Toshi you have my panties still,” you stated. 

He smirked. “i know theyre gunna be my good luck charm,” before leaving to go join his team.

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You laid with Ushijima in bed worn out from some post game victory sex. His arm was placed arm your waist and you felt so content. How did you get so lucky to have a man who loved you so much. You were truly blessed. You roll over on to your stomach ready to fall into a nice deep nap, pulling the sheet closer to you. You could feel Wakatoshi sit up slightly ready to start your normal battle that came with sleep. “I dont understand how someone soo small need all of the blankets,” he chuckled starting your usual tug of war battle. 

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