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nicoline1998enilocin · 1 month

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On my knees for you || Part 1

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 2.2K

SUMMARY || Tony lets you know he's having a long and hard day at the office, so you decide to come over and relieve some of the tension he's been holding onto lately. It just won't be in the way he had expected you to do it.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Sugar relationship. Established relationship. CEO!Tony Stark. Porn with a bit of plot.

SMUT || Semi-public sex. D/S undertones. Power exchange. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Degradation. Praise. Hair pulling. Nipple play. Hand job. Masturbation. Fingering. Oral (M receiving). Deepthroating. Cum swallowing.

A/N || This idea came to life after a comment my dear friend @ccbsrmsf1 made, and ever since then, I can't stop thinking about this story! Thank you so much for inspiring this and proofreading it! I love you 3.000 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @anyfandomkinkbingo || Wet dreams Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Hand job Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Frosty || Nipple play

Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || "Is this a simulation?" Masterlist || @mcukinkbingo || Setting: On the floor Masterlist || @multifandom-flash Compliments || Like a God to me

GIF: @ccbsrmsf1 || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || AU Masterlist || Part 2

Today's an easy, relaxing day for you as you spend it in Tony's penthouse with your rescue kitten, Moon, while your boyfriend works in his office. Since you're staying with him during your days off, you're cleaning his apartment between taking care of Moon and his feedings, and when you're about to do some cleaning, you stumble upon some old photos of Tony.

"Look, it's your Daddy when he was in college. Wasn't he adorable back then?" you ask Moon, who's also looking at the photo. This man has aged like some of the finest wine there is, and you can't get enough of it, but you're quickly pulled from your thoughts when you get a text from Tony.

My Angel 💙 >> How are my favorite girl and our baby doing up there? I miss you two so much. Work is stressing me out to no end today... I want to be cuddled up with you two on the couch 🥺

As you read the message, you send a photo back to him. Moon, your rescue kitten, is perched on your shoulder, his soft fur tickling your cheek. You open the camera feature quickly, capturing the moment. You look at yourself and Moon before making a kissy face and a wink, too, and you snap a few photos to ensure the right one is in there somewhere.

"What do you think, Moon? Will Daddy like it when I send him a photo of us? I think he will!" you tell your kitten, who meows softly. You smile at his response before picking the perfect one - it shows off your cleavage perfectly as you're wearing a low-cut shirt and no bra, which Tony definitely will notice.

Sugar ❤️ >> We miss you too, Daddy ❤️

You send back the text attached with the photo, and not even seconds later, you get a few emojis of drooling faces back, and you know your plan worked. As you see his name on your screen, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, and a smile forms.

Since you and Tony became official, your love has only grown stronger. You find yourselves constantly texting each other, unable to express your love enough. The depth of your love is palpable, and now that you're living with him for a few days, you know you can get used to being here with him and your kitten all the time.

Just as you're about to put your phone away, an idea pops into your head, and you quickly look at his calendar to find out he has a free half-hour soon. Your smile grows as your heartbeat quickly picks up at the idea forming in your head, and you can't wait to surprise Tony and maybe relieve some stress simultaneously.

"What do you think? Are you going to nap for a bit? I'm going to surprise Daddy, but I'll be back before your next feeding," you tell Moon, and he meows in response. You smile at him before walking over to his favorite spot in the house—the little hammock on his cat tree—where you place him, and he immediately curls into a little black ball.

"Sleep well, my beautiful Moon," you whisper as you give a few more scratches. Before you know it, he's dozed off, so you can go and visit Tony now. To be safe, you turn on the baby monitor Tony installed, which will alert you if something is going on. However, he's a good sleeper, so you'll doubt anything will happen.

Before you go, you add a bit of mascara to your otherwise bare face, and after one last look in the mirror, you head towards the elevator, ready to meet Tony in his office. Clad in nothing more than a loose tank top, cut-off jean shorts, and a pair of low-top Converse, you make your way over, your panties already flooding with arousal at the thought of what you're about to do.

As you approach his office, you see his secretary is gone, so you knock on Tony's door, knowing you should only waltz in there if there's an emergency.

"Come in!" your boyfriend says from the other side of the door. Exhaustion is evident in his voice, as he has been working hard for days. Having you and Moon at his apartment gave him enough reasons to return sooner, but he still has a lot of work to take care of.

As you open the door, you're greeted by Tony looking through a pile of paperwork. You wish you had filmed the reaction on Tony's face as he saw you walk in, as it is priceless.

"Hi, Daddy," you say in a sing-song voice, and his head snaps up at you, a big smile instantly appearing on his face. Before he says anything, he lets his gaze wander down your body, and your perked nipples poking through the thin material of your tank top and the way your thighs clench to give a little relief don't go unnoticed by his expertly trained gaze.

Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you walk into his office. You close the door behind you and lock it before stepping in further. Tony could feel himself straining against the tight fabric of his pants, and it seemed like the temperature had shot up a few degrees with your arrival as well, as he loosened his tie.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes today, Sugar?" Tony asks with a deep voice, the vibration of it making your core burn even harder as your panties soak further. You approach him as he turns his chair to greet you, and you lean forward, your hands lying on the rests as you kiss his lips softly.

"I thought I'd visit my Daddy in his office because I can't stop thinking about you. I've been looking through some old photos of yours earlier, and I can't shake the thought that you're aging like a fine wine, and I want to get drunk on your taste," you whisper in his ear, making Tony moan softly.

As you pull back, you sink on your knees, and Tony gladly spreads his legs for you, giving you all the room you need to do whatever you have in mind. Seeing you with your big, round eyes, plump lips, rosy cheeks, and mischievous smile is the topic of many of his wet dreams, and he can't believe he's about to live through one of them.

You quickly loosen his pants, only to find his bare, hard cock already straining against it, as he's not wearing any underwear today - precisely the way you like it. As you pull it out of his pants, you revel in the flushed, red mushroom tip and the light blue veins running across the length of it. Your fingers barely wrap around it, and you usually struggle to take all of it in your mouth and throat, but that doesn't stop you from trying.

"You're such a naughty boy today, not wearing any underwear to work? I'd almost think you want people to know you're such an easy slut for me," you tut, and Tony groans as he throws his head back. His cock twitches in your hand at his words, and a bead of precum gathers at the tip as you squeeze softly.

"Is this a simulation?" Tony whispers to himself as he looks at the way you're kneeling between his spread legs, his cock looking huge in your small hand, your gaze hungry as you look at the monster you're holding. A devilish smile curls onto your features, and your gaze meets his.

"I don't know, but just in case it is, you should enjoy every last second of it, Daddy," you tell him, and he quickly nods. As you move your hand slowly up and down, you let the nails of your free hand glide over his inner thigh, and you can see the goosebumps forming on the bare skin of his stomach, where he lifted his shirt.

"Why don't you open your shirt for me and play with those beautiful, pink, sensitive nipples?" you ask Tony, and without answering, he immediately rips open his shirt, revealing his chiseled abdomen and broad chest, his nipples already perked at the sensation you're giving him.

As soon as his fingers make contact with his sensitive nipples, he moans, and his hips out into your hand, trying to seek more friction. His brain has already been reduced to nothing but a puddle of goo as you're working him over slowly, your hand twisting with every up-and-down motion. His moans are already uncontrolled, but when you free his balls, too, he moans your name loudly.

"That's it, let everyone know who's making you feel this good," you order, and he moans your name again, his eyes slipping shut as the pleasure almost becomes too much. You haven't even wrapped your soft lips around him yet, and he's already on the edge, making you preen on the inside.

"Look at me, Daddy. Look at me as I swallow your fucking cock," you order, and with a deep breath, he looks at you, the color of your irises wholly taken over by your pupils from pure lust, your free hand now between your legs to relieve some of the tension.

"Hmm, you're like a God to me," you praise him before leaning forward and taking his cock into your mouth. The salty taste of the precum and something undeniably Tony has you moaning around him, and your fingers are making quick work of your clit, as you revel in the power you're currently holding over your boyfriend.

Where Tony's hands were first squeezing his armrests tightly, he's now grabbing onto your hair, grabbing it into a makeshift ponytail before changing the rhythm to his liking. You hollow your cheeks as you take more and more of him into your mouth, your knees digging into the plush fabric of the carpet as you shift slightly.

"Feels so fucking good around my cock, Sugar. You're made to fuckin' suck me with that tight throat of yours," Tony growls as he ruts into your throat, and you swallow him deeper with every thrust, mascara running down your cheeks as he works himself deeper.

It doesn't take long for your nose to hit his pubic bone, and you are taking every last inch of him into your mouth and throat, Tony moaning appreciatively. Your fingers keep rubbing your clit to get the edge off, but not enough to push you over just yet.

"Hmm, touching your little sensitive button, aren't you? Gettin' so horny from sucking off your Daddy, you can't stay away from your clit?" he asks, and you try to shake your head with all your might, but it's difficult with the way he keeps fucking himself into your throat.

If he keeps this up, your mascara will run over your cheeks, making you look filthy, and drool will leak from the corners of your mouth as well.

"Couldn't even wait for her Daddy to come home, could you? Such a needy little girl for Daddy's cock," he tells you, and you moan around his length, making his head fall back in response. His orgasm is building rapidly, and with one last stroke, he keeps you on his cock as he cums, every last drop of it shooting down your throat, forcing you to swallow every last drop of it.

"Good fuckin' girl, now get up here and let Daddy finish you off too," he groans, and you do as he asks, though it's not as graceful as you would hope. His cock is softening between his thighs as you take your place on them, and without warning, Tony shoves his hand into your shorts, finding your soaked panties.

"That's it, cum on Daddy's fingers like a good little slut," he tells you, two of his fingers stretching your tight walls as you bounce up and down on them, and his thumb keeps playing with your sensitive little button. Your brows are knitted together, and with a loud moan of his name, you're writhing in his lap as he works you through your orgasm.

As you're coming down from your high, he pulls you close against his body, his warm hands soothing over your bare back underneath your shirt and your eyes falling shut. You both have a few more minutes to bask in the afterglow of what you have just done, and even though it left you wanting more, you're more than satisfied for now.

"I love you so much, Sugar; I'm so lucky to have you," he whispers in your ear, and the rosy tint on your cheeks had developed into a deep red blush when he was practically fucking your throat, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Love you too," you say with a raspy voice, and all too soon for your liking, it's time to go back to the penthouse. When you're both dressed and decent, Tony places a few more soft kisses on your lips before smacking your butt softly to let you go.

"You'd better be naked and ready when I'm done with work in an hour, Sugar, because I'm going to fucking ruin you when I'm home," Tony tells you, and you nod shyly before unlocking the door and slipping out of his office.

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pictureinme · 10 months

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cheri cheri lady – kitten braden (2)

❧ you go to a peepshow. you meet kitten. your life is flipped upside down.

patricia 'kitten' braden x f!reader tags: voyeurism, oral sex, p in v, etc. (see ao3 for full list) parts: (1) 2 (3) (4) (5) (6)

You were beyond close, just from watching her strut her stuff, horny bastard. Collecting your items, you head around the alley out back to have a smoke before you catch the next bus.

One smoke turns to two and three, until your pack is nearly gone. The moonlight reflects in the wet concrete, and you sigh.

“Smoking a pack won’t make whatever problem you got go away, love.”

You jump at the sudden and familiar voice from next to you. It was Kitten, dressed more… appropriately. Your lack of response except a squeak caused her to laugh.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Stubbing out your cigarette, you smirk, “Something like that.”

Kitten’s gloved hand goes to cover her mouth, “Oh, goodness. If I didn’t guess, I would say you waited for me. How perverted is that, Miss (Y/N)?”

Your eyes widen, “Oh, Kitten, I swear I wasn’t trying to stalk you. I just needed a few cigarettes before I headed home.”

She glances at the stubs surrounding you, “A few… Did I do that?”

“Maybe so. You’re quite a looker, but you know that,” you move to light your last cigarette.

“I can say the same about you, love,” she leans closer to you, Chanel No. 5 clouding your senses, “I was dying to know what you looked like.”

Kitten takes the cigarette from your mouth, and leans against the brick wall. You stare at her in awe, what are you getting yourself into?

“I’m not mad at you, you know. I think it’s cute you waited.”

“I didn’t wait! I wouldn’t want to intrude like that…”

She looks at you with a coyness you can’t place, “Intrude? Love, you went to a peepshow. We’re past the point of perversion.”

You look down defeated. She brings the cigarette to your lips, and you catch her gaze as you inhale. Her breath hitches, but she quickly composes herself.

“Miss (Y/N), would it be forward of me to ask if you may accompany me to the diner?”

Hiding your bubbling excitement, you offer your hand, “Of course not, my dear. It’s on me.”

The two of you, hand in hand, walk the block it takes to get to the little diner.

Sitting in a booth together, you decide to order milkshakes.

Kitten’s lips wrapped around the straw, and you couldn’t ignore the discomfort in your slacks.

Luckily, she broke the silence, “So, what do you do for a living, love?”

You sip your own shake, deciding on what to say, “I’m… in between things at the moment.”

She squints, “Then why, on God’s green Earth, are you paying for a peep?”

You choke on the shake, “Please, say that louder, Kitten. I told you my reasoning!”

Smirking, she moves her hand to yours on the table, “I understand completely. Did you get it out of your system now?”

You clear your throat, “Depends. What would you want my answer to be?”

Her eyebrow raises, “The bold and brash (Y/N) is back, it seems.”

Your fingers trace circles over her soft hand, and your eyes linger on her delicately painted nails. Such a lovely being in such a dump of a town.

Kitten holds your hand, causing your thoughts to stall, “I think I’d like to spend more time with you, (Y/N).”

“My thoughts exactly, Kitten.”

Leaving cash on the table, the two of you walk aimlessly around the various clubs and lewd shops. She talks to you about how she ended up in such a place, but explains it all with an air of mystery. You weren’t sure if anything she said was true, but you can’t resist how much it has you hooked.

“You’re quite a good storyteller, dear,” you stop walking once you arrive at the bus stop.

“Stories are my favorite, (Y/N). Makes everything a bit more magical, hm?”

The bus arrives, and you look down at your feet, “I’ll be seeing you then, dear Kitten.”

She wraps her stylish fur coat tighter around herself, smiling, “I wouldn’t let a lady like you get home all alone at a time like this. It just isn’t safe!”

You grab her hand, and ride the bus all the way to your measly apartment.

“I know it isn’t the lap of luxury, but it’s what I have,” you explain as you unlock your door.

Kitten places a comforting hand on your lower back, “It’s already much better than mine, love.”

You smile to yourself, still turned away from her. You’re head over heels for this dame.

“Make yourself comfortable, Kitten, I’ll make us some tea?”

She nods, and finds a spot on your sofa. She looks around at your abode, spotting old vinyl records and a whole stereo system.

Spotting her favorite album, Honey, her eyes widened. Immediately, she rushes to put it on the turntable.

You reenter the living room with two mugs of tea, to the loving music of Bobby Goldsboro.

Kitten grabs the mugs, just to set them down on the coffee table, and exclaims, “I can’t believe you know Bobby, especially this album. It’s my favorite, you know.”

“I love his music, dear. This whole era of his music is like heaven to my ears.”

“Let’s dance, (Y/N).”

She grabs you by the waist, and her eyelids shut. Humming along, you wrap your arms around her neck.

“You know, Kitten… I wouldn’t have let the angels take you away like he did.”

“Oh, don’t make me swoon like that, (Y/N)!” She grins widely, and sways with you.

Her head rests upon your arm as the two of you dance, and the titular song of the album ends as quickly as it began.

Neither of you separate, and just continue to feel each other’s presence to the music.

“You’re like a living fairytale, Kitten.”

“And you’re the beautiful knight who swept me off my feet, aren’t you?”

She leans close to your face, glancing at your lips. You waste no time connecting them.

#patricia braden x reader #kitten braden x reader #breakfast on pluto #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader

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macravishedbymactavish · 9 months

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Neko (Alex Keller x GN! Reader)

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No TW, just Alex being a cute cat loving dude and a fluffy morning together.

Sighing softly, you smiled as you snuggled further into the warm embrace of your boyfriend. Feeling his arms unconsciously tighten around you as he slept. You were teetering on the edge of sleep, body relaxing further into navy sheets as your thoughts slowed.

Until something cool and wet touched your cheek.

Eyes snapping open, adrenaline flooding your veins you were met face to face with small green eyes. Saturated with curiosity and passive aggression.

"Who are you?" Amusement replaced the adrenaline as you reached a hand out. Letting the small animal sniff your skin before totally disregarding you. Stepping across your side to snuggle into its owners back.

"Mmm, is that Neko?" Alex rasped from behind you, voice thick with sleep as he slowly stretched. Reaching a hand behind him to locate his cat before rolling onto his back. Chuckling softly as it crawled onto his stomach, purring loudly as it nuzzled its cheek into his hand.

Rolling over, you watched as his sleepy expression filled with pure joy. Scratching the cats cheek as it nuzzled into the touch.

"You never told me you had animals." You yawned, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. Smiling as his free hand came to rest on your thigh.

"Just Neko, I've had her for…" he trailed off, raising an eyebrow in thought. Directing his attention toward the animal in front of him. "How long have I had you?"

Lip caught between your teeth, you held back the amused sound as Alex spoke to the cat like it could respond. Fingers never ceasing as he continued petting her fur.

"Three years? No, four. Three. You're turning four next month." He confirmed, rubbing his palm down her back. Letting his hand rest there for a moment.

"I adopted her when she was just a kitten." He beamed. Explaining to you the story of how he wasn't looking for a companion at the time; but the little eyes watching his every move the one time he donated cat food to the shelter caught his heart.

"What about on deployment?" You asked curiously, the tips of your fingers brushing over the fur on her cheek. The action causing her to immediately stand and hop down off the bed. Squaking as she strutted to the door.

"Don't be dramatic," Alex groaned, rolling his eyes playfully before rolling on his side to face you. Thumb drawing circles over the skin of your hip. "My brother takes her when I'm gone. She doesn't mind him; but gives me the cold shoulder for at least a week when I get home."

Humming in response, you shifted closer. Cuddling into the warmth of his bare chest as you felt your muscles relaxing into sleep again.

The feeling was short lived when you felt the mattress dip slightly due to new weight. A small, impatient trill interrupting the moment.

"And when the cold shoulder is done, she goes back to being my girl." Alex sighed, pressing a long kiss to your forehead before rolling out of bed. Slipping on a shirt as he followed the animal out of the room.

Staying in bed for a few minutes more, you listened to the commotion happening outside the bedroom. Mainly your boyfriend responding to the various sounds Neko made, like she could understand what he was saying.

Padding into the kitchen, you couldn't help but smile at the sight of Alex pulling ingredients out for breakfast and coffee. Neko rubbing between his legs, eyes locked on him as she demanded attention.

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you." He brushed off the constant meowing as she followed him around the kitchen.

Smiling widely when he noticed you. "I'm working on breakfast, but your coffee is ready."

Whispering soft praise, you grabbed the mug and sat by the island. Observing as your boyfriend reminded his cat she was well loved, well fed and could wait an hour for breakfast to be done before they would cuddle on the couch together. You couldn't help the amused sound you made hearing that disagreement.

"Say what you will, but there's crazier cat dudes out there!" He pointed his spoon at you, a large smile on his face as he turned back to the stove.

"I guess so, at least you're not one of those people who buys their animals gifts for Christmas and their birthday." You chuckled, taking a sip of your drink. Feeling the silence weigh on you.

"No. Alex!" Cup now on the counter, his ears turning red as you giggled. Imaging your boyfriend wrapping gifts labeled to his cat.

"She's family. She's deserving of gifts like you and I." He defended, not turning to look at you.

"Oh my god," you laughed, cheeks aching from the smile you wore. Leaning forward to rest your chin on your hand, you continued. "With her birthday coming up soon, what are you planning to get her?"

Glancing around, making sure Neko was out of earshot, he softly whispered, "A new scratching post. It looks like a cactus"

"I don't think she'll understand what that means." You whispered back, receiving an eye roll in response. Waving you off as he finished cooking.

"Between me and the cat.." You started, receiving a pointed look from over his shoulder.

"Don't even finish that sentence."

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#alex keller fluff #alex keller x reader #alex keller x gn! reader #modern warfare 2019 #call of duty modern warfare 2019 #alex keller

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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could you possibly write something where reader gets a kitten/puppy/bunny, any pet really, but it takes a lot of her attention and Steve gets all pouty and whiny because he’s a bit jealous 😂 I can fully see Steve being that kind of guy

Oh my gosh he would SO be jealous. That is until he forms a bond with the pet of his own 😏

Also, I’m making it a bunny because they’re so underrated. For this fic, I’m making the bunny a boy just to make him extra jealous but here’s a pic of my girl—this is how the bun in the fic will look like:

(I’m including some proper bunny care in this too as it’s not very well known to some other pet owners/people who aren’t familiar with bunnies. I don’t know how accurate it is to the 80s, but I wanted to include it in my fic just for the awareness 🙂)

Neglected

Steve Harrington x Reader

“What? What is it?”

Steve looked at you, exasperated as you mimed that your lips were sealed.

“What’s the big surprise that’s got you bouncing like a kid hyped up on sugar?” he asked, amused.

“We’re almost home, just wait and see,” you grinned.

You’d picked up Steve from his shift at Family Video, promising to come back and get his car later. You were so excited about your surprise, you couldn’t wait for him to drive home himself.

“This better be good,” he chuckled as you unlocked the door of yours and Steve’s place.

“It is,” you beamed.

You led him to the living room, where you’d left your surprise. You blinked, surprised yourself because it wasn’t where you’d left it.

Steve looked as dumbfounded as you did, though for a different reason.

“Why is there a ball of fluff on my favorite couch cushion?”

The little tan bunny that you’d left happily on the floor with toys, hay and a water dish earlier was now curled up on top of the cushion, laying peacefully. You looked at Steve with a raised brow.

“Since when do you have a favorite cushion?”

“Since someone occupied it,” he huffed, “But who is this?”

You smiled, sitting down next to the bunny. It raised its head, greeting you with nose twitches and lowering its head back on the pillow as you smoothed a hand over its soft fur, in a loving pet.

“Our new bunny,” you smiled, “You know how I occasionally volunteer at events at the shelter, right? Well this little guy was there.”

“And we’re keeping him for a few days?”

You frowned at his uncertainty. You were hoping he’d be a bit more excited.

“No, I adopted him,” you winced a bit, “I hope you’re not upset. I just thought it would be nice to have a pet. Sometimes the house can get so quiet when you’re at work.”

“No, no, of course I’m not upset,” Steve sat next to you, putting an arm around you and pulling you to him, “I just don’t know much about bunnies, that’s all.”

“Well, it’s true they’re more complex pets, but with proper care and a loving home, I’m sure Duke will thrive.”

“Duke?”

Steve looked amused at the bunny’s name.

“Hey, don’t make fun. That was his name there and I think it fits him well.”

You turned back to Duke, running a hand over his back, fingers raking through his soft fur.

“Want to pet him?” you asked.

“Sure,” Steve smiled, reaching a hand out.

Duke raised his head, curious. But soon settled back down against the pillow when his hand smoothed over his ears.

“Wow, he’s soft,” Steve said, sounding surprised.

“He is,” you chuckled, “Also helps that he’s pretty furry.”

Duke had fluffy cheeks and ears, along with tuft of fur between his ears. Some of it fell to the side, giving it an adorable unkempt look.

“Hi buddy,” he smiled at the lagomorph, then turned to you, “What does he eat?”

“Pellets, endless hay and greens, basically,” you answered.

“All that?” Steve asked, looking amazed.

“According to the shelter volunteers, rabbits graze a lot. But hay should be their main diet.”

He nodded, not even stopping for a breath before his next question.

“So where is he staying? Outside?”

He appeared confused by your look of horror.

“No way. Too many predators can get to him. Besides, domesticated bunnies are better indoors,” you said, holding up a hand before he could fire another question at you, “And not in a cage. He’s going to be free roam. We just got to bunny proof some wires and stuff cause he most likely will chew.”

“So little dude gets free reign of the house?” Steve looked skeptical.

“Yup. Don’t deny, it won’t make you happy to see this little ball of fluff happily jumping, hopping and exploring around.”

You looked down at Duke, hearts in your eyes, already completely in love with him.

“Okay baby,” Steve smiled, kissing your temple, “Whatever makes Duke the happiest. Just as long as he stays off my pillow.”

At that, Duke raised his head, peering at Steve almost with a knowing glint in his dark eyes. Steve had a feeling that Duke would win this one—along with the pillow.

What he didn’t expect was for him to also steal his girl along with his pillow.

•

Steve swore every time he turned around, you were with Duke or Duke was following you.

He’d really taken to you, hopping towards you for love when he saw you enter a room. His ears would bounce as he practically flew to you, white front paws on your leg as he balanced on hind feet to peer up at you.

You thought it was the cutest thing. Steve on the other hand, hadn’t yet bonded with Duke as much.

Sure, he was a sweet little guy, but he much preferred his girlfriend to him—much to Steve’s dismay. He wanted to cuddle with you too, but Duke was stealing all the cuddles that had been usually reserved for him.

“I swear, every time I turn around Duke is there to steal her from me!” Steve exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“Dude, you’re jealous of a bunny?” Dustin chuckled, highly amused.

“Shut it, Henderson,” he scowled.

“It’s a bunny, Steve.”

Dustin wasn’t hiding his laughter at his friend’s expense, that’s for sure.

“I know. But she’s always cuddling him and fawning over him and petting him,” Steve frowned.

“Oh, I see your problem. You want her to pet you too?”

Dustin couldn’t hold his laughter in, even as he managed to get the sentence out through wheezes of laughter.

“Man, if you can’t take this seriously, I’m never coming to you with my problems again,” Steve huffed.

“No one told you to come to me now,” Dustin pointed out.

Steve glared and Dustin raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay. Don’t you like Duke, though?” Dustin asked, finally being serious.

“No, I do. He’s adorable. Yesterday he nudged my leg with his nose and just wanted attention, so I pet him,” Steve grinned, remembering how his skeptical first impression had quickly thawed after Duke had won him over.

“Doesn’t Y/N do the same thing to you when she wants attention?” Dustin teased.

Steve gave him a look and Dustin apologized.

“My bad, that’s the last retort, I swear.”

“Better be,” Steve mumbled.

“So just tell her you’re jealous of Duke,” Dustin said.

“Do you realize how crazy that sounds? Telling her I’m jealous of a rabbit?”

“Hey, I did mention that earlier didn’t I?” Dustin pointed out.

Steve groaned, wiping a hand down his face.

“You’re no help dude.”

“I’m here, anytime,” Dustin smirked.

•

When Steve got home, he found you on the living room floor, reading a book while Duke laid nearby you. It looked like he was napping.

“Uh babe?”

He set his car keys on the coffee table, looking down at you, confused.

“You do know we have a couch for laying on, right?”

“Yes,” you chuckled, closing your book, sitting up, “I was just spending time with Duke.”

“On the floor?” Steve asked, dubiously.

You nodded, scratching Duke’s cheek as he got up, hopping to you, like he was making sure you weren’t going anywhere.

“Since most bunnies don’t like being picked up, getting down on their level is a great way to bond with them. They get to sniff you and explore you and even boop you. They become familiar with their owners that way.”

“No wonder he stole my girl from me,” Steve pouted, watching as Duke hopped into your lap.

You immediately began petting him and he melted under your touch, curling up to you.

Steve knew how he felt. He practically had the same reaction to you.

“Steve Harrington,” you huffed a laugh, “Are you jealous? Of Duke?”

“No,” he crossed his arms definitely, “Of course not.”

As much as he tried to hide it, a pout still formed on his lips. Okay, he definitely was.

You sensed his lie and just stared at him with a cocked brow.

“Okay, yes. Just a bit. I miss cuddling you too, you know. You’ve been with him practically all the time since we got him,” Steve frowned.

“Aw, honey,” you pouted, patting the floor next to where you sat, “Come here.”

He didn’t have to be told twice as he sat down next to you.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you said sincerely, “I didn’t mean to make you feel neglected. I’ve just been trying to make sure Duke was settling in well this last week.”

You frowned, resting your head on Steve’s shoulder. He smiled, pulling you into his arms, dropping a kiss on your head. Encircling you in his embrace always felt like the most natural thing to him, like you’d always meant to be within his arms.

“I’m sorry for being jealous of Duke,” he chuckled, looking at the tan ball of fluff still in your lap, “I really do love him. He just needs to learn how to share.”

“Well maybe, he also needs time with his daddy too,” you smiled.

You watched as Duke hopped out of your lap and over to Steve where he sniffed his leg before moving on and up to his thigh. He ran his chin over Steve’s thigh, making you giggle.

“Wait, what was that? Why’d he do that?” Steve asked, confused why you were laughing.

“That is calling chinning. When a rabbit does that to an object or person, it’s their way of claiming you or the object as their own. You now officially belong to Duke,” you grinned.

Steve laughed, petting Duke’s furry head.

“I think you might have to take that up with your mom, little guy. You two can fight it out over me.”

You rolled your eyes endearingly, but felt your heart warm as you watched Duke happily melt into a puddle as Steve continued petting him.

“I think he loves you,” you whispered, a smile on your face and a whole lot of love in your heart.

“Good,” Steve said matter-of-factly.

You raised your head from his shoulder to see the smile on his face that made his eyes shine with happiness.

“Because I love him, too.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things blurb #stranger things fluff

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justsomeclintasha · 1 year

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“Natasha, move it!”

“Gimme a second!”

“We don’t have a second!” he yells over the comms. “The place is gunna blow!” He swears as her footsteps round the corner and they start to sprint down the hallway.

It’s too late.

They’re not going to make it down the stairs.

They’re going to have to jump. “Follow me!”

Glass shatters as he dives through the window, shooting out a grappling arrow. One arm wraps around the cord, the other grabbing the back of her suit in a tight fisted grip as they swing towards the opposite building. Thankfully, they’re only two stories off the ground, and he’s able to drop them just a few feet above the dirt. She tucks her elbows and rolls hard. It’s definitely going to bruise, but they have other problems right now.

“Let’s go!” She scrambles to her feet and dives around the side of the building just as the first explosion sounds. A loud series of crashes follow, and he pushes her shoulder, urging her further down the street as dust rains down behind them. Once they’re at a distance he deems safe, he rounds on her, grey eyes hard and angry. “What the hell were you doing? You almost got killed!”

“I know, I-“

“What is that?”

“Nothing.”

“Tasha.” She unzips the top of her suit, revealing a dirty black kitten. He looks at her incredulously. “Jesus, Nat, a cat?”

“I couldn’t just leave it there to die.”

“You’re not taking it home.”

XXXXX

“I can’t believe Coulson agreed to let that thing on the plane,” Clint mumbles. She knows it’s not the cat. He loves animals. But he can’t get it out of his head how close she came to getting hurt. Or worse. It’s best to let him be right now, so when he curls up against the window with a blanket around his shoulders, she takes a seat on the other side and watches the night pass by. The kitten sleeps quietly in her lap.

XXXXX

They’ve barely made it home when there’s a knock on the door. Clint sighs, dropping his head in his hands. It’s three in the morning. He’s exhausted and desperately needs a shower. Natasha squeezes his shoulder as she walks by. He doesn’t shrug her off.

“Thanks for coming.”

“I didn’t know what to bring but I had some extra stuff.” The archer looks up. Bucky sets down an armful of bags on the living room floor. He pulls out a bottle of shampoo. “We should probably give it a bath first. Is it a boy or a girl?”

“A girl.”

“You called Bucky to come over in the middle of the night for the cat?”

“Well he has Alpine so I figured he could help.”

“I was up anyway,” he admits, trying to sound casual, but Clint notes the tension in his voice. Nightmares. He clears his throat. “Where is she?”

Natasha leads him to the kitchen, where the small ball of fluff has fallen asleep in a basket. “Oh my gosh, she’s a baby,” he exclaims in that voice people use when they talk to animals. “Hi there pretty girl. Oh look at you. So precious.”

One of them starts the water, and it isn’t long before small, pitiful meows fill the kitchen. Clint gets up and heads for a shower. What is his life?

XXXXX

Nat insists that Bucky stays in their guest room instead of having to drive back home. Once showered, she slips into bed next to Clint, the kitten curled up between them. He doesn’t move. She leaves the nightlight on. The soft glow illuminates the room just enough that he can see the cat stretch and settle back into a ball. Her fingers reach past and find his.

“I’m not apologizing for what I did,” she says softly. He squeezes her hand.

“I don’t want you to. You did the right thing.” His eyes drift down to the kitten, watching it sleep. “I guess it is kinda cute.”

“You’re a cat dad now.” He snorts out a laugh, untangling his fingers with hers to touch the soft fur. She’s quiet for a few minutes. It isn’t long before the sound of purring fills the silence. “I was thinking about naming her Liho.”

“Liho. I like it. It suits her.”

“Yeah?” He smiles, curling his finger to scratch under the kitten’s chin, and she immediately melts into the blankets.

“Welcome to the family, Liho.”

#clintasha #clint barton x natasha romanoff #clintasha fanfic #bucky barnes

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danielfuckingricciardo · 2 years

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Spotify wrapped fic, number 57 bestie 🧡 x

Hi bestie!! Thanks so much for the request!! ❤️❤️❤️ I think you’ll like this one ☺️☺️☺️ I went for a little twist on the song that I think you’ll appreciate!

57. Think About Things - Dadi Freyr

We are bound together, now and forever // And I will never let you go

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

“It’s a surprise! Don’t mess with the blindfold!” Daniel scolds you as you gently touch the soft red fabric covering your eyes.

“Okay okay, just don’t let me walk into something, or fall over!” You say, reaching out before you to grab your boyfriend’s hands.

Daniel pulls you along slowly, and you shuffle your feet carefully, trying your hardest not to trip or fall in your blinded state.

“I won’t let you fall baby, just a little further, a little further, okay, now sit.” Daniel guides you, and you leg go of his hands to feel for the soft couch behind you.

Content with the fact that your boyfriend was not pranking you, and that the couch was indeed behind you, you throw yourself down into the cushions.

“Okay, now do I get my surprise?” You ask, and Daniel shuffles in beside you on the couch.

“Hold your hands out together, I’m going to give you something, but be very gentle, okay?” Daniel says, and you cup your hands before you, eagerly anticipating your gift.

Daniel reaches into a box beside him to retrieve your gift, and you hear a small mewl as he takes the creature into his hands, shushing it gently, not wanting to ruin the surprise.

He carefully places the animal in your hands and you feel the soft fur of the animal as it slowly moves around.

Daniel removes the blindfold, and you blink a few times to accustom your eyes to the brightness of the room, and then you see it, for the first time, a tiny little black kitten curled up across your palms.

“Do you like him?” Daniel asks, a slightly worried look on his face as his eyes scan you for your response.

“Oh, Daniel, I love him! He’s adorable!” You say, placing the kitten down gently on your lap, allowing him to take a few tentative steps.

You scratch the kitten’s chin gently with your index finger, and he smooshes his head into your touch, encouraging you to continue petting him with a small satisfied meow and a purr.

“You always said you missed having a cat, and now we’re living together and settled I thought it could be something to discuss for the future. But then Max introduced me to this little guy, he found him just in an alley somewhere, we think he was abandoned. He’s really friendly, took to me and Max straight away, but he was a little nervous around Jimmy and Sassy so I said we’d take him.” Daniel says, watching as you play with the kitten which had now begun climbing up your jumper, his claws digging into the chunky knit of the material.

“Oh, how could anyone ever abandon such a sweet little baby? I’m glad Max saved him, and that he’s our little bean now!” You say, scooping the kitten up from your chest and placing him down gently on the sofa between the two of you.

“Maybe that should be his name? Little bean? Just bean for short.” Daniel says, and the kitten mewls in agreement.

“I think he likes it! Bean it is!” You laugh, as the kitten climbs up from the sofa and into Daniel’s lap, curling up in the space between Daniel’s legs.

“Our little bean.” Daniel says, and the kitten begins to purr softly as he gently strokes his ears. “From now on, it’s just the three of us against the world.”

#Daniel Ricciardo x reader #Daniel Ricciardo x you #Daniel Ricciardo imagine

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Rescue (S.R)

Warning(s); oral (M receiving),cussing,yelling.

Pairing(s); Police Officer! Steve Rogers! X Fem! Reader.

Summary; Steve saves your kitten and you from your ex, what better way to thank him.

A/n; I have the most vile thoughts about Steven Grant Rogers, here’s one :D, this wasn’t proof read as I am lazy and tired :D

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Steve had walked across the street headed towards his car when he heard the soft sounds of a woman’s voice. He of course walked towards the sound, putting his hand on his holstered tazer as he heard how distressed she sounded.

“Oh gods, how’d you even get up there!” You sighed chewing on your finger trying to coax your kitten to come back out of the tree. “Ma’am?” The voice sounding from behind you made your jump before relief washed over you. It was a officer, perfect.

“Are you alright?” He asked his hand leaving his tazer to touch your arm, seeing you were alone. “My kitten climbed up the tree, he won’t come down” you explained. Steve follows your eyes to the small orange and white kitten rested on a tree limb.

“Oh I see, sneaky little fella’ I’ve got him.” He left your side pulling himself up the few inches into the tree to where your kitten rested. You stood under them anxiously, Steve got his hand around the small kitten and was able to use his open hand to steady himself until he was able to get back down.

“Here you are, love” Steve said and you smiled holding the small kitten. “Thank you so much! Oh god, why’d you scare me like that” you said kissing the fur of your kitty. “It’s awfully late, do you live ‘round here?” He asked and you nodded.

“Could I offer you some coffee or water?” You offered and he smiled “no, I couldn’t impose, just wanna make sure you get home, love” you smiled “certainly you aren’t imposing, here I’ll just grab you a can of soda, give me just a second.”

Steve watched you walk into the house that was diagonal from the tree. A few minutes later you returned with a can of soda handing it to him. “Thank you, mighty nice of you” you nodded and smiled. “You have a good night officer” you said and he nodded smiling.

Steve stood and watched making sure you made it back into your house just fine.

***

Steve thought that’d be the last time he saw you, New York is a huge city after all. However, he was called to a altercation and well it was none other then you and a random guy.

“You actually called them? What’s your issue?” You spat out at your now ex’s mom. “Okay, alright. Let’s break it up, yeah?” Steve said stepping between you and your ex. His back to you in a protective stance almost.

You stepped to the side so you could see your ex. “You’re such a bitch!” He yelled at you “aye!” Steve said. “Both of you, quiet.” He commanded. “Someone wanna explain?” He asked and your ex opened his mouth “not you!” He barked.

Steve looked over to see his backup arriving, Barnes and Stark climbing from the other cruiser.

“Okay, this is how this is gonna work. You-” he said pointing to your ex “speak with officer stark, and you” he said pointing to his mom “speak with officer Barnes, I’ll speak with her. Are we clear?” Everyone nodded.

With a hand in your upper arm he lead you back over to his cruiser. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you again” he commented. You smiled weekly partially embarrassed to be meeting him again like this.

As a damsel

“So? What’s going on?” He asked and you took a deep breath explaining that his mom had invited herself to the date, you had already planned to end things because he was hooking up with other girls. You pulled up receipts and he went berserk along with his mom, barking and yelling as you tried to leave they followed you out.

“And then his mom was yelling something abt police and deformation or something” you sighed. You ran fingers from your nose to your eyebrow shaking your head. “I never put my hands on him,he never put his hands on me.” You pointed on and Steve nodded.

“Alright, love just stay here we will have this figured out in no time” you nodded. He shrugged off his jacket wrapping it around your exposed arms from your dress.

You could’ve combust seeing him in that tight shirt,tool belt and tight jeans. He looked so fucking hot.

Steve spoke to his partners and got the other halves of the story. “Well they said she was yelling first, maybe we should just check the cameras?” Stark said and Steve shrugged. “Let me try something, tony go ahead and ask to see the cameras, Buck if you wouldn’t mind keeping her company” Bucky nodded and walked over to you.

“Alright, so we have your story and hers so-” “she’ll be going to jail?” His mom asked and Steve shook his head “so I’ll be-” “what do you mean? She’s spreading lies about my son! That’s illegal!” She protested. “Ma’am we don’t have-” “well I won’t be happy until she’s in handcuffs!” She huffed “ma’am if you don’t stop interrupting me it’ll be you in handcuffs.”

She seeming got quiet after that “now, my partner,stark is checking the cameras right now, so if there’s anything you wanna change about your story do it now.” Steve said. Your ex and his mom glanced at each other and shook their heads. Steve nodded just as stark came out hand on his belt.

“So, as far as I saw, it was you two that went off first. I’ve had witnesses say the same, some even said the girl didn’t even reply to you until you followed her out. So, technically this could be considered unlawful calling.” Tony explained.

“I’m feeling nice tonight, I’ll let you guys off with a warning if you apologize to her. If not you’ll both be in handcuffs in the back of my vehicle” Steve said and motioned for Bucky to bring you over.

They both rather reluctantly apologized and left, you handed Steve his jacket back and thanks Barnes for keeping you company.

Barnes and stark headed off to another call. “Do you need a ride?” Steve asked and you shook your head “nope, I can just call a Uber” you said and Steve shook his head “no, cmon it’s not outta my way, let me drive you home” you nodded and smiled allowing him to drive you.

Steve turned out back onto the main road from the restaurant heading in the direction of your neighborhood.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking. Why were you with him?” He asked and you shrugged “I don’t know, I thought we were okay until I got a text from a random girl” you said. You reached down “you don’t mind if I take these off?” You asked and he shook his head. You quickly pulled off the heels sighing at the relief on your feet.

“I wasn’t even planning on confronting him like that, I was just gonna ask about it and see if he lied” you explained “but his mom came and I didn’t know how to bring it up” you sighed heavily and Steve sat a hand on your knee rubbing softly.

You smiled at his hand “well, I’m glad I was able to help, here” he said taking the opportunity of a red light to pass you a card. “If he bothers you, call me.” You nodded sticking the card into your small clutch.

“Have you had a good night, officer?” You asked as his hand was still rested on your knee. “Not exactly, it’s been kinda rough” he explained giving you a smile as he looked your way before turning.

You don’t know if it was the wine in your system,maybe it was the fact you had just gotten dumped, maybe it was even the fact he was some sort of hero for you,but you reached out and placed a hand on his upper thigh.

“Want some help?” You asked batting your eyelashes at him. Steve glanced at your hand slowly moving it’s was to his quickly hardening cock.

How could he not be hard? You in that dress, that short,tight fitting,cleavage showing,tiny dress. He let out a groan when you palmed him though his jeans “think you can focus while I do this?” You asked your voice a little lower then normal.

Steve couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, here he was thinking you were so innocent, those big doe eyes and perfect pouty lips. He felt dirty thinking of you in that way but he was wrong,you were dirty,offering to give him head while driving? God couldn’t tell if you were an Angel or a little devil.

Steve glanced down long enough to unclip his seat belt and utility belt. He pushed one off and pulled the other throwing the belt into his empty back-seat.

You were already waiting shifting in your seat you unbuckled, knees pressing into his leather seats while you waited for him to get prepared.

The last the Steve did was unbutton his jeans, once again using a red light to pull them and his boxers down. You gasped seeing his cock spring out slapping against his clothed lower stomach.

Steve didn’t say anything he just moved his open hand over to your head snaking it to the back of our neck and pulling you. You obliged letting him lower your head to his length.

You licked your lips before enveloping his tip with them, you gently sucked pulling a hiss from him. You placed your hand at his base and hallowed out your cheeks as you began to down his length.

Half way in and he was already pressing into your gag reflex, tears prickling your eyes. “Fuck, that’s a good girl. Down my cock baby, back off your throat.” He said pressing you down to take more of him into your throat, you gagged around him and he grunted at the squeeze of your throat.

Once you had most of him in your mouth you began to bob your head, up down,up down,up down. You kept a steady pace your tongue flat against his underside. The groans and moans coming from the man above you sounded nothing short or animalistic, he groaned everytime he felt you throat squeeze him as you gagged.

“Such a sweetheart,sucking me off to make me feel better. Atta girl, Mhm gonna make me cum” his words only drives you to suck faster wanting to feel him cum.

A few more bobs and his hand tighten into your hair a guttural moan coming out as ropes of white filled your throat. You swallowed around him gulping up each rope he gave you.

You pulled your mouth off with a pop and smiled at him as you licked your lips. Your lipstick smudged, a ring around his cock in the pretty pink color. Your mascara ran in streaks over your cheeks, you had never looked more beautiful to him.

You sat back in your knees and he reached over attempting to fix your hair as he combs through it. You were happy you brought makeup wipes with you, you were able to clean up the mess on your face.

Steve finally pulled into your driveway and you slipped your heels back on, grabbing your clutch and he fixed himself clipping his belt back around him along with his seatbelt.

You climbed out and bent down to look back at him in the car “you have a wonderful night officer” you said a smirk playing on your lips. He smirked and nodded “you as well, love” once again he stayed until he saw you get safely inside before leaving.

#fem reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers au #chris evans #chris evans characters #chris evans character x reader

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boydiisaster · 3 years

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It's so awesome there's blogs like yours out there trying to provide content for GN and Male fans. It's so hard to find anything even GN, and as a nonbinary person I just want you to know how much it's appreciated! If you're okay with taking requests right now, I have an Obey Me one? Do you have any headcanons on a poly/throuple relationship between a GN MC, Satan, and Solomon? Those two are surprisingly good friends in canon and alike in a lot of ways, I love them both so much!

throuple satan and solomon headcanons

reader: gender neutral, they/them pronouns

tw/cw: a bit of spoilers and fighting/blood mentions

author's note: AWW YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY YOU'RE SO NICE, ANON :,) i'm trying my hardest to provide more content for other male and gender neutral readers out there, so i really hope that what i write is enjoyable for yall <33 also i haven't the slightest idea of satan and solomon's canon relationship because i'm only at like lesson 30 smth and don't keep up with my messages so i just pulled most of their dynamic for this out of my ass ( ._.)

It was like a cat just met a dog when Satan and Solomon started dating. They have similarities, sure, but whereas Satan is cold and calculated with his spells, plans, and pranks, it's as if Solomon doesn't think. Like, ever.

How was someone so smart so insufferably stupid at the same time? It's as if Satan is his babysitter more than he's his boyfriend.

Oh god and when Solomon ropes you into doing something with him-

"I hate you both," Satan grumbles, checking your temperature and seeing how it's well above the normal temperature for humans. "Solomon, you can't just drag MC on all your dangerous adventures. They're much more human than you are."

"Just because I accidentally made a spell that cursed me with immortality doesn't mean I'm any less human than they are." Solomon crosses his arms at his boyfriend's hurtful words. "Besides, MC wanted to come with me. Isn't that right, MC?"

You didn't speak. That was probably because you had passed out from how incredibly fatigued you were. Your skin was sticky and noticeably sweaty, eyes closed shut while letting out painful whimpers.

"Tell me again just what happened to them?" Satan groans as he opens a spell book. God knows where he got it. He did that a lot. He was like a video game character or something the way he'd just pull books or spell jars from out his ass. He was always the one Mammon would ask for a pencil, because hell he had like hundreds on him at all times.

"Well," Solomon cheekily smiles and scratches the back of his neck. "We went looking for some herbs for a new spell I concocted."

"Uh huh?"

"And MC sort of... fell."

"What did they fall on, Solomon?"

Said man falls silent. "Solomon?" Satan drags out his lover's name, threatening him, to which all Solomon can do is smile again, this time more nervous.

"They kind of, maybe, fell into a bush of what could have been poisonous flowers...."

"What kind of poisonous flowers, Solomon?" Satan glares at him.

Solomon thinks for a moment, then clasps his hands together. "Let's just say that if we don't get Diavolo or Lucifer in the next," he looks toward a clock, "fifteen or so minutes, MC might fall asleep for probably a whole millennium."

That earns the sorcerer a big thwack to the back of his head by Satan's spell book.

That was probably the first major incident where you were dragged into Solomon's dangerous plans, but it certainly wasn't the last. Most of the time you either ended up with several scrapes or bruises, things Satan or Solomon could easily patch up on their own. But sometimes you'd come back missing a shirt or as a cat.

(It's hard for Satan to be mad at Solomon for accidentally turning you into a cat, but he manages it because you were furious.)

... You were a really cute cat though, MC.

A cat was frantically trying to climb up Satan's pant leg. He was out in the garden tending to his flowers when a kitty he'd never seen before made their way through the bushes and crashed into his leg.

"Hello little one," he smiled at the cat. "Are you lost?"

The cat let out a pitiful wail and latched themselves onto Satan's leg. Satan frowned a bit and started to get worried. "Are you hurt? What's wrong?"

He picked up the cat to examine them. They were a cute little thing with [eye color] eyes and a sleek fur coat. Satan couldn't see anything physically wrong with them. Their paws looked fine, and there was no blood anywhere.

"Did you lose your mom? Maybe your kitten?" he began to muse, then Solomon exploded through the bushes looking frantic as ever.

"Have you seen a cat?" he gasped for air. "About this tall, [eye color] eyes, clearly upset?"

"You mean this one?" Satan held up the cat he found.

"Yes! Give them here-"

The cat hissed and clawed at Solomon's hand, burying themselves further into Satan's grasp. They growled, then looked toward Satan to let out another pitiful whine.

"MC, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Solomon cried.

The cat hissed again.

"I'm sorry, did you just say MC?"

Solomon stiffened. He started to laugh nervously, fiddling with his cuffs. "Uh... would you break up with me if I told you I turned our darling MC into a tiny cat...? If so then no, I didn't say MC."

"You did what?!"

"Oh would you look at the time! I have a meeting with Lord Diavolo I must attend to right now, goodbye Satan, I love you!"

And then Solomon left, leaving Satan to fix whatever spell he put on their partner by himself. Satan wasn't angry about it, but the look of pure rage on your little furry face was enough to let Satan know that if he kept you as a cat for a moment longer you'd raise hell upon everyone in the vicinity.

Having a pact with a demon means that pretty much everything you do is shared with said demon. You feel emotions stronger, god forbid if you feel their specific emotions. You could be angry at Mammon for swiping a bag of candy you bought for yourself, but you act as if Mammon robbed you of every last thing you had just because of the pact you share with Satan. He feels awful about that, even though you reassure him time and time again that:

1.) It's not his fault, and

2.) You wanted a pact with him

Even so, please give Satan cuddles and kisses after he gets all sulky. He acts composed, but on the inside he's so incredibly self-conscious of both his sin and his pact with you.

"You need to be more careful," Satan quietly mused as he bandaged your hurt hands and face. You had gotten into a fight at school because a demon shoved you, and now you were currently inside Satan's room, getting blood all over his pretty carpet.

"I know," you softly sighed and hissed once the rubbing alcohol came into contact with the cuts on your face. "I just, I don't know. It set me off for some reason."

Your boyfriend hesitated for a moment, then applied a bandage to your cheek. "It's because of the pact."

"Satan-"

"You know I'm right, MC." Satan didn't look at you when he talked. Instead he looked at his lap, which had the first aid kit he was using to fix you up in it. "I know I talk about this a lot but... I am truly sorry for doing this to you."

"Hey," you cupped his cheek. "It's not your fault. I can learn to live with this. I learnt to handle my greed, envy, and gluttony when I built pacts with your brothers, right?"

"You shouldn't have to though. Maybe it's best if I-"

You silently kissed him. It was a bittersweet kiss, one filled with love yet unspeakable sadness and hurt. Satan was so self-conscious of his sin, yet you loved him still anyway. You wished he could see that.

"Don't finish that thought," you whispered as you pulled away. Resting your forehead against his, you continued. "I love you. Despite your sin, despite how you were born, despite everything; I love you. I chose you, and I wanted a pact with you." You smiled, and Satan couldn't help but blush at your next sentence.

"You silly demon. You really can't see how amazing you are, huh? It's okay though, because both me and Solomon will always be here to remind you."

Solomon touches all your pact marks constantly. When you take off your shirt it's hard to stop him from touching Leviathan's mark located directly on your back. He's always rubbing his fingers over Beelzebub's symbol on your stomach, always outlining Mammon's mark on your wrist. Sometimes he kisses Belphegor's symbol on your throat. When meeting your eyes, he never fails to stare into the one that holds Lucifer's mark, and even though you cover your thighs almost all the time, it's like Solomon can tell where Asmodeus's mark is. It's his favorite place on your thigh to touch.

You sighed whenever you felt Solomon's lips touch the small of your back. A smile made its way onto your own lips as you giggled.

"I didn't expect Satan to place his mark somewhere so... subtle," he admitted as he popped up to press a kiss to your cheek.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye. He was playing with your wrist again, looking at the symbol of greed that adorns your skin.

"Solomon," you started.

Your lover hummed. You could tell he was beginning to grow drowsy. His eyes were closed and his movements slowed.

"Are you... jealous?"

That woke him up. He made you face him, and the expression he wore was unreadable. It worried you. Maybe you shouldn't have said that.

"I just mean, like," you grew embarrassed. "Um... you're always touching my pact marks, or always looking at them, and I don't know. Are you mad at me for them?"

The sorcerer gently grasped your hands. His fingers were weirdly soft considering how much he uses them. He sat there for a moment, just running his thumbs over your palms before speaking.

"I am a little," he admitted. "But I'm not mad at you. If anything I'm proud."

You smiled a bit. It was a lopsided and awkward sort of smile, but to Solomon it was the most beautiful thing in the world, as cheesy as that sounded.. He loves seeing his partners happy. He loves seeing you happy.

"You're much stronger than you think," Solomon continued. "Being able to hold seven different pact marks, ones belonging to Avatars, as a human with no sort of prior knowledge on magic?" He beamed. "You're incredible."

That only embarrassed you more. You groaned a bit and tried swatting Solomon away to hide your face, but your lover only pulled you in for a short yet loving kiss.

"You're cute, you know that?"

"You're cuter," you retorted. Solomon just smiled.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, dear. Speaking of which," he leaned back on your bed and made grabby hands at you, indicating that he wanted you to lay next to him. "I'm tired. Cuddle me."

"So needy," you joked, but instantly complied to Solomon's request. He was never like this in public. It was nice seeing him so open and vulnerable... and cute.

#THANK YOU SM FOR CLARIFYING YOUR HEADCANON REQUEST!!#i'm not poly myself so i never know if i should like-#make the feeling of romantic love be mutual between every person in the relationship?#or just have the two characters love the same person and not each other [weep]#i always feel like im disappointing the poly readers out there writing stuff that way #anywho tho i hope you enjoyed this!! it was a blast to write <3 #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me solomon #obey me satan #solomon obey me #satan obey me #solomon x reader #satan x reader #solomon x gn reader #satan x gn reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #ethan.writes

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Day 108: Ideal (Happy Birthday, Harry Potter)

Harry hadn’t had very many good birthdays.

Somehow, in spite of that fact, he’d imagined that his 19th birthday would be different. Last year, on his 18th birthday, when they’d spent the day rebuilding Hogwarts, Harry had reflected on his many terrible birthdays and told himself that 18 would be the last bad one. He’d told himself that on his 19th birthday there would be a party, he’d have his friends around him, and maybe just for that one day, they could forget everything bad and just have fun.

But now he was single, living in muggle London, without any friends nearby, and without any happy plans in place. He decided that he had to do something today, there must be something that could make his birthday not quite so glum.

He set off toward a coffee shop a few blocks from his house and ran smack into a door as a woman was coming out. She apologized but Harry was too distracted by what he saw inside of the store. From where he stood he could see reptiles, and birds, and he thought he could make out cats in the corner, and somewhere there was the faint sound of puppies yipping.

Waving the woman off he entered the animal shelter, feeling like might have found something good after all. He wandered in; first past the birds, then the reptiles, then to the kittens and full-grown cats. He paused with the cats for a little while, trailing his fingers along their cages and talking to them softly. Then he moved past them to the dogs and puppies.

There had to be about 10 altogether, different breeds and types, some sleeping, some playing together, some just wandering about sniffing. Several came charging over to the edge of their pen when they saw him, wagging their tails eagerly and he just knew. He looked up and waved to a sales associate who was straightening some pet supplies. “Sorry, I just wonder if I could meet some of the dogs?”

“Oh, sure!” she replied brightly. “Draco is on the dogs today, I’ll call him over. Just a mo.”

That was an odd name, Harry thought, it must be a coincidence. Surely Draco Malfoy wouldn’t be working in a Muggle Animal Shelter of all places. It was preposterous. Yet a moment later he heard a voice he’d recognize anywhere, “Sir, is there something I can help you with?”

Harry’s jaw dropped and he turned to look at the boy who had been his nemesis for several years, “Malfoy?” he asked incredulously, yet somehow he couldn't find it in himself to be surprised. It was his birthday after all.

(Read more below the cut)

“Potter? What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?”

“Oh, you boys know each other?” Annie asked with a wide smile.

“Uh,” Harry said inarticulately even as Malfoy said, “Yes, we went to school together.”

“Oh, it’s always nice to run into old friends!” she exclaimed. “Well, I’ll just leave you two to catch up and to find this young man a puppy!”

“You’re here to adopt a puppy?” Malfoy asked incredulously.

“Or a grown-up dog,” Harry replied defensively, feeling like this sort of luck was quite typical of his birthdays.

“And you just happened to show up at the one shelter in all of London that I work at?”

“Well, it’s not like I knew you worked here. It’s my birthday and I just wanted one happy thing-”

“A dog is a big commitment. It’s not just something you decide you want one day then discard the next.”

“I know that!” he protested. “And I want a commitment. I want something to love and take care of, something that loves me in return. I want something that is there all the time.”

Malfoy stared at him for a long moment. “Alright. What kind of dog are you looking for?”

“I don’t know. I thought maybe I could meet them and then I’d know which one was the right one.”

“Trust me, Potter, if you do it that way you’ll take home 5 dogs.”

“Maybe I want five dogs,” Harry said stubbornly. “It’s not like I’ve got anything else on at the moment.”

Malfoy snorted, “Have you ever owned a dog, Potter?”

“No,” Harry replied. “Have you?”

“No,” Malfoy said. “For one thing I’m not allowed to have them in my flat and for another, I don’t have the time and energy for a dog. Dogs are a lot of work and I’m not saying you can’t do it,” he said, as Harry opened his mouth to protest. “I’m just saying, maybe you should start with one dog.”

Harry frowned but it did make sense, he supposed.

“Come on, Potter, tell me about your ideal dog and I’ll still let you meet all of them,” he said as he started toward the back. When Harry didn’t follow he said, “Come on, you can’t meet them out there.”

Harry followed him through a door that led behind the glass.

“So, when you imagine your perfect dog, do you think you want a dog with a lot of energy or that’s a little more lowkey?”

“Umm,” Harry said, imagining that he’d like a dog who wanted to play but also thinking of how hard some days were. “Maybe a little lower energy, but one that would still like taking walks and want to play a little bit each day.”

“Well, most of our dogs will want to play at least a little bit here and there,” he replied. “So meet Artemis first,” he said, as he went into the area all of the dogs were in and led one dog out. “She is not for you,” he said as the dog bounded over to Harry and Harry knelt down to pet her. She licked his face and put her paws up on his shoulders to sniff his hair.

“Why isn’t she for me?” he asked, tipping his head up to avoid being licked in the mouth. “Hi Artemis,” he said. “Hello, beautiful girl,” he said as he stroked her sides, combing through her soft fur. “You’re a lovie, aren’t you?”

“She is,” Malfoy confirmed, rubbing her head between her ears. “But our Artemis is part Australian Cattle Dog which means she is very high energy. She needs to run every day regardless of the weather and she needs a lot of stimulation. She is a very smart girl and there will be a perfect home for her, but you aren’t it.”

“But I like her,” Harry said, wrestling with her a little bit.

“You’ll like lots of them,” he said. “I promise.” Then he added, “And if she is your favorite, there’s nothing saying she can’t come back out so you can have her.”

“Alright,” Harry agreed reluctantly.

“Alright,” Malfoy repeated. “So that’s Artemis, you can meet Pontus next,” he said, before calling Artemis back to the playroom where the other dogs were. “Pontus isn’t completely trained yet, we’re still working with him on basic commands, so I’ll just have to go in and get him.”

Harry nodded and sat back on his heels to wait, a moment later a huge dog came out, panting and dragging Malfoy behind him.

“Pontus,” Malfoy said reprovingly.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh as the dog barreled into him and knocked him off his feet with a couple of raucous barks. He pinned Harry’s shoulders to the floor and licked his face quite thoroughly, butting his glasses completely off his face. “Hey, boy,” Harry managed, pushing at his broad chest so he could sit up.

Malfoy was tugging at the dog’s collar, seemingly to no avail. Finally, between the two of them, they got him enough off of Harry that he could sit up.

“Well, hello to you, too, handsome,” Harry said with a chuckle as he scratched behind his ears and Pontus tried to sit in his lap.

“Pontus is very sweet but he is an oaf,” Malfoy said as he brushed his hair back out of his face. “He is part American Pitbull and part something huge and dumb. We can’t quite figure him out.”

“He’s a nice boy,” Harry said as Pontus tried to chew on a bit of Harry’s fringe.

“No,” Malfoy reprimanded the dog, tugging him back from Harry. “Yes, he is, but he needs a firm hand, Potter, and you are too soft. Once he’s trained a little bit he’ll be a very good boy but you just let him eat your hair so you’re definitely not his.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, patting the dog’s side. “I think you’re probably right.”

“Did you hit your head on the floor when he knocked you over?”

“Not really,” Harry said as he reached back to rub the back of his head and Pontus butted him to get him to keep petting him, “Yes, alright, you demanding thing,” he said with a chuckle. “Why do you ask?”

“Well because you admitted I was right and it didn’t seem to hurt you even a little bit.”

Harry laughed, “You’re a git. I’ll have you know it didn’t hurt me one bit.”

“My, my,” Malfoy said with a small smile, “Is this what we call character development?”

“Yes, I see you,” Harry said as Pontus flopped over onto his back on top of Harry’s legs so he could rub his belly.

“He likes you,” Malfoy said with a grin.

Harry looked up at him, “He seems pretty friendly, Malfoy. I bet he likes everyone.”

Malfoy shrugged one annoyingly elegant shoulder, “Not really. He’s usually not too keen on men, in fact.”

“And you let him all but attack me?” Harry asked in mock offense. “I mean, I know you don’t like me, Malfoy, but killing me seems a little much.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, “He doesn’t attack people. It’s a common misconception about his breed. It’s all about how they are raised and trained, just like it is with every dog. Except possibly chihuahuas.”

Harry laughed, “I don’t know anything about his breed,” he said honestly. “I just meant that he tackled me to the floor pretty quickly.”

“Yes,” he said, “But when Pontus doesn’t like someone he cowers from them, he doesn’t attack them. He will do whatever he can to put as much distance and as many obstacles as he can between him and the person he’s afraid of.”

“Well, I think he’s sweet,” Harry said, his heart in his throat at the thought of this poor dog being so afraid. “Maybe I could adopt him-” he started.

“Oh no you don’t,” Malfoy said and he leaned down and grasped Pontus’ collar once more. “His person will come and in the meantime, he will have us to look after him. He is not the dog for you; he will wreck your entire house and you’ll let him. He deserves a family who will train him and teach him to be a good boy because he wants to be a good boy.”

Pontus stood up and wagged his tail at Malfoy, slapping Harry across the face. “Ow!” Harry said, shoving at Pontus’ rear end, “Stop hitting me with your tail. That hurts!”

“His tail is very strong,” Malfoy said with a chuckle, “Come on you,” he said to Pontus, “You can go back and play.”

A moment later he came back in, carrying a squirmy puppy in his arms. Harry reached out for it immediately, “Hello,” he cooed at it as the pup started to sniff him.

“This is Caerus,” he said. “He’s a beagle mix, which is quite obvious by his love of sniffing and by his sweet floppy ears.”

“Hi Caerus,” Harry said, holding him up so they were nose to nose, “You are very cute. Yes, you are.”

“He’s just going up for adoption,” Malfoy said. “He was a little touch-and-go for a while, his brother and sisters all died. He was in a very unsafe situation when we found him and we really didn’t know if he’d make it or not, but he’s a fighter.”

He squirmed to get down and Harry set him on the floor and he took off sniffing around the room they were in, following his nose.

“He will have no trouble being adopted. He is young and adorable, and people love puppies.”

“He is really cute,” Harry said as he watched him run around. “But he’s not for me.”

“I agree,” he replied.

“Why?”

“Oh, you’re looking for someone who’s a real rescue.”

“What does that even mean?” Harry asked.

Malfoy watched the little dog walking around the room, investigating and sniffing as he said, “It means that you have a hero complex, Potter, which I can’t even blame you for because you were raised to have one. But you want to rescue a dog who’s come from a rough life and knows it. You want a dog that will love you unconditionally and whose sun rises and sets with you.”

“Well-” Harry started, feeling a little defensive.

“That wasn’t a criticism,” Malfoy said quickly. “It’s a good thing. It means that you want to really bond with your dog and vice versa. Frankly, you’ll be a great pet parent.”

“Err,” Harry said inarticulately. “Thanks, Malfoy.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said with another one of those shrugs. “Besides, you’re not cut out to train a puppy.”

Harry laughed, “I could learn.”

“You could,” he conceded. “Maybe. You don’t like to be the bad guy and sometimes when you’re training a dog you have to be able to say a firm no. Especially with puppies.” Before Harry could respond, Malfoy was bending over and scooping up Caerus, “Alright, Mister. Back to the puppy room with you,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

When he came back he brought two puppies with him, both with curly, white hair. “Meet Castor and Pollux,” he said.

“Hello,” Harry replied, petting both of them as they squirmed on the floor and started to tousle with one another, both yipping happily as they played.

“We are hoping someone will adopt them as a set. They’ve never been apart a day in their lives and they basically only socialize with one another, no matter what we do with them. They both cry inconsolably when they are separated.” He crouched down beside Harry and stroked one of their backs, “They are also definitely not for you, but I told you that you could meet all of them.”

“Thanks,” Harry said with a smile as Malfoy scooped them back up and carried them back to the other room.

A moment later he came in, walking slowly and leading a dog who limped along behind him. “This is Molly,” he said as he led her over to Harry. She wagged her tail happily at him and plopped down next to him. “She is the sweetest, gentlest dog you’ve ever met.”

Harry stroked her head and she laid her head on his lap.

“She’s a black lab mix and she is a love,” he said as he crouched next to Harry once more, “She has had a hard life and she would love you until the day she died, but she is also not for you.”

“What?” Harry asked, looking up at Malfoy, “Why not?”

“Well first because she is special needs, she’s blind, her liver is pretty much shot, she’s all but deaf, she can’t manage stairs, and she is on a variety of medications.”

“I could learn how to deal with all of those things!” Harry protested. “Poor girl, she just needs a home.”

“That’s the second reason you can’t have her,” he said. “She’s already been adopted. She’s the owner’s dog. He just brings her along because he can’t leave her alone at home all day.”

“Oh,” Harry said.

“Yes, oh,” Malfoy replied. “She’s a good old girl.”

“Why doesn’t her name match all the others?”

Malfoy flushed slightly and Harry couldn’t help but find it a little charming, “I named all of the others,” he confessed. “We just need something to call them while they’re here and I like to give them new names if they’ve come from somewhere else to help distance them from their pasts. People can change their names when they leave.”

“That’s sweet,” Harry said.

“Shut up,” Malfoy replied.

Harry laughed, “What? It is.”

He rolled his eyes, “Alright, Miss Molly, let’s go. We have to find this prat a dog and you can’t be it,” he told her as he gave her a gentle tap and started leading her out. “No, you cannot. Your dad would never give you up. No,” he said as the door closed behind him.

Next, he came in carrying a tiny dog who was yipping at him, “Yes, yes, Hermes. We all hear you.”

He set the dog down and he immediately ran over to Harry, still barking at him. Harry held out a hand to the dog to sniff, “Hello there.”

Hermes yipped at him and then ran over to Malfoy yipping before returning to Harry once more.

“Hermes thinks it’s his job to tell everyone everything. He basically never stops barking.”

“Aptly named then,” Harry said as he reached out and stroked a hand down his back.

“He’s part chihuahua, we’re certain,” Malfoy continued. “And he is trained and housebroken, his only problem is that he doesn’t stop barking.”

“Will a dog like this find a home?” Harry asked, even though he knew it couldn’t be with him.

“Oh, certainly,” he replied. “He’s young and healthy and has his basic training. There are people out there who will not mind his barking one bit.”

“I’m not one of them,” Harry said as he handed Hermes back to Malfoy.

“No,” he replied. “There are two more,” he said. “And while I think either of them could be right for you, I’m saving the one I think is perfect for last.”

“Alright.”

“I only say this so that you don’t fall completely head over heels for the next one before meeting Penelope.”

“I’ll do my best,” Harry assured him.

A few minutes later he returned with a giant black dog ambling along behind him, “This is Gaia,” he said.

Harry’s heart melted as the dog walked straight over to him and flopped down on his feet. “Hello beautiful girl,” he said as he stroked through her thick fur.

“Gaia is a six-year-old Newfoundland mix. She is house trained already, she’s a very low energy dog but she’ll go on walks and play with you. She is a very sweet girl.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, he brushed his thumb along her cheek and she stared at him with her big brown eyes. “Hi,” he said softly.

“She would love you unconditionally,” Malfoy said as he knelt beside Harry.

“Why do you think she isn’t perfect for me?”

“More than half of her life is already over,” Malfoy said. “Which isn't necessarily a bad thing.” He glanced down at the dog and stroked her side.

“But...” Harry prompted.

“But,” Malfoy said before taking a deep breath. “You’ve seen a lot of death,” he looked up at Harry then, his eyes so clear and sincere that they seemed to pierce into Harry’s very soul. “Newfies typically live 8-10 years.” He raised one shoulder, “She would be great for you, but she is going to leave you far too soon.”

Harry’s eyes stung and he looked away from Draco and down at Gaia who had fallen asleep. “Will she get adopted?”

“Yes,” Malfoy said without even a moment’s hesitation. “She is a sweet, sweet girl and people love big dogs. I give her two weeks in here tops.”

Harry stroked her ear between his fingers, “If I tell you to bring in the last one but decide I like her better?”

“You can still adopt her,” he said quickly. “Sending her back now doesn’t hurt a thing.”

He nodded once, “Alright.”

Malfoy nodded back, “Come on, Miss Gaia,” he said. “Up you get, you sleepy girl.”

She stood up, turning to look at Harry for a moment and wagging her bushy tail at him, before lumbering after Malfoy once more.

When he returned he was leading a small tan dog behind him. “This,” he said as he scooped her up, “Is Penelope.”

As Malfoy started to hand her to Harry she started wagging her tail so hard that her entire body wiggled with the movement. Harry laughed as he took her into his arms, “Well hello little one,” he said. She bumped her nose against his before licking his cheek. “Hi,” he said again.

She squirmed a bit, so he set her down, thinking this is where any that had gone wrong went wrong but she didn’t walk away, she stood up on her hind legs and pressed her front paws against his chest so she could lick under his chin.

He laughed and stroked down her sides, she was super soft and he said as much to Malfoy.

He nodded, “Yeah, our best guess for breed is a chihuahua-frenchie or chihuahua-pug mix. The pug or frenchie would account for the wrinkles that she gets in her forehead, how soft she is, her barrel chest, and the way her little ears look. Chihuahua would account for the long legs and slender build in spite of her barrel chest.”

She took her feet off Harry’s chest and Harry held his breath to see what she would do. She turned away and he thought that his mind was made up but then she turned in a circle in between his legs, then another, then a third before laying down pressed against his body as close as she could get.

Something made Harry feel like he was choking as he watched her settle against him.

“She likes you,” Malfoy said softly. “Miss Penelope is almost two. She is potty and kennel trained already but will need a little help learning basic commands, she’s relatively young so it shouldn’t be too hard. She doesn’t like going on walks when it’s too hot or too cold, but when the weather is nice she enjoys them. She likes to play fetch and she really likes to chew things. But her favorite thing is a lap to curl up on under a blanket.”

“She’s so small,” Harry said softly.

“Fifteen pounds,” Malfoy affirmed.

“Would she want to sleep in a kennel at night?” Harry asked.

“If you wanted her to,” he said.

“And if I didn’t?”

“She loves to get up on furniture with people. I’m sure she’d be glad to sleep in bed with you if that’s what you’re asking.”

She lifted her head up from where it was tucked against her chest and plopped it on Harry’s thigh, gazing up at him with warm caramel eyes.

“She would adore you,” Malfoy said softly. “I named her Penelope because I knew that whoever she chose as her person she would be unendingly faithful to.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, stroking her head before running her ear between his fingers.

Over the earpiece Malfoy was wearing, Harry could hear Annie requesting back up on the sales floor.

“Why don’t you two take a little more time together,” Malfoy said. “I’ll go check in with Annie and then when I come back you can tell me what you’ve decided.”

Penelope lifted her head as Malfoy left the room watching him until the door closed before turning to look at Harry.

“It’s alright,” Harry said, stroking his fingers down her side. “He’ll be back.” He picked her up, holding her in his arms like an infant, and she huffed a little breath before settling her head on his shoulder, tucking her nose into his neck.

“It’s alright,” he said again, even though she didn’t seem perturbed in the least. “What do you think, then?” he asked her. “Hmm?”

She pressed her nose against his neck and gave him a tiny lick.

“Do you want to come live with me?” he asked her.

Her tail twitched back and forth a few times.

“Is that a yes?” he asked as he turned his head to press his face into the fur on her shoulder. “Hmm? You want to come home with me?”

More waggles and Harry couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Do you like the name Penelope?” he asked her, shifting her so that he could see her face, he brushed his thumb over her black whiskers and she turned her head away, “Well you don’t like that, do you?” he asked and he brushed his thumb under her eye to clear a little gunk. “Sorry, little one.”

She let out a little huff at him and he couldn’t help but chuckle at her.

He held her and pet her, talking to her softly. He fell completely in love with her in a matter of minutes.

When the door opened and Malfoy stepped back in, Harry said, “Can I take her home today?”

“Yeah,” Malfoy said with a smile. “There’s a whole bunch of paperwork for you to fill out first but wait until you get a load of their quills. There’s no inkpot or anything.”

Harry laughed, “They’re pens, not quills.”

“You know about them?” Malfoy asked incredulously.

“I lived with muggles after my parents died until I was 11. Yes, I know what pens are.”

Malfoy huffed, “Why wouldn’t you have brought them to Hogwarts? Why didn’t you use them there? It would have been so much smarter.”

“You wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with pens,” Harry replied with a laugh.

“Well, that's probably true. But I was an idiot.”

Before Harry could say anything in response or even process that remark fully, Malfoy was reaching for Penelope, “Let me put her with the others while we get you squared away.”

“No!” Harry said quickly, clutching her tighter against him.

“I’ll give her back, I promise,” Malfoy said.

“Can’t she just stay with me?” Harry pleaded.

Malfoy looked at him for a moment, “Yes, alright, but don’t let her distract you from the work you have to do.”

“I won’t.”

“Here,” he said, holding out a contraption to Harry. “Put this on her, she can’t be loose out on the sales floor.”

“Err,” Harry said as he reached for it. “How do I?”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, “Merlin, Potter. It’s a harness,” he said. “Here, set her on the floor and I’ll show you how to put it on her. It’s so you can walk her on a leash.”

“Can’t I just use a collar?” he asked.

“No,” Malfoy said as he lifted one of her front legs through a hole, then the other. “Small dogs, in general, do better with harnesses than collars. Unlike larger dogs, she has a more fragile trachea so we put a harness on her instead.”

“Is she okay, though?”

“Oh, yes,” he said quickly as he snapped the harness over her back. “Right,” Malfoy said, passing him the end of her leash. “This way, I’ll take you in to see Jeff and get her paperwork filled out.”

“Great, thanks,” Harry said, “Alright, Penelope,” he said, “let’s go.” She wagged her tail and stared up at him.

“Do you have the things you’ll need for your home?”

Harry shook his head, “Can I get those things here?”

“Yes. After you fill out her adoption paperwork.”

“Will you help me make sure I get everything she needs?” Harry asked quickly, afraid he’d miss something essential.

Malfoy gave him a smile and a small nod.

When they went to the office, Malfoy knocked on the door and someone, Jeff, Harry presumed, called for him to enter.

“Hi Jeff, this is Harry Potter,” Malfoy said, gesturing for Harry to enter the room. “He’s here to adopt Penelope.”

The man at the desk looked up over the top of his glasses and gave Harry a warm smile. “That is wonderful news! Come in.”

“I’ll just leave you to it, then,” Malfoy replied.

“Draco, you should stay. I’ve been meaning for you to learn more about the actual adoption process,” Jeff said.

It took a while to fill out all of the paperwork, but once they did, Jeff said, “perfect. Now there’s just the home visit and you’ll be all set.”

Harry looked over at Malfoy and Malfoy looked at him, both realizing at the same time what a bad idea it was to have a muggle come to his house.

“I’ll do it,” Malfoy volunteered quickly.

“Your shift is almost over,” Jeff said, looking at the clock on the wall. “I can take care of it.”

“That’s alright,” he said. “I don’t mind. We’re old,” he broke off, glancing at Harry, “friends,” he finished a bit awkwardly. “I’m helping him make sure he has everything he needs anyway.”

The other man nodded, "If you're sure."

"I'm sure," he said, nudging Harry out of the office.

Malfoy helped him to buy supplies for her, laughing as Harry picked out far more toys and treats for her than he thought was necessary. The sales associate helped them to box everything up and Malfoy helped him carry everything out of the store. "How far do we have to walk?" Malfoy asked.

"Just a couple of blocks," Harry said. "Do you want me to take that?" he asked, offering him Penelope's leash in exchange.

He shook his head, "It's fine." He hoisted the box a little higher in his arms.

"Do you live near here, too?" he asked, watching Penelope trot along tail wagging as she sniffed.

"About twenty minutes by bus."

He couldn't help but chuckle, "Draco Malfoy riding a muggle bus, who would have thought it?"

But the other man didn't seem to find that amusing, he frowned, "I'm not the person you remember."

"No," Harry said quickly, "I know," he added. "I wasn't trying to say anything unkind."

"Sorry," Malfoy replied, shaking his head slightly, "It's been a while since I've seen anyone from the wizarding world." He paused then added, "People from the past don't generally say kind things."

Harry hummed, "The wizarding world is full of hypocrites and people unwilling to see the wrong they themselves have done." He shook his head, "It's a lot. It's why I left."

He nodded to the door ahead of them, "This is my house," he added.

"It's nice," Draco said.

"Thanks," he grinned as he opened the door. "Sorry, I didn't realize that I would be having company or I would have cleaned up a little more," he added as he let Malfoy inside.

He took the harness off of her and let her investigate her surroundings.

"Did you say that you aren't expecting company?" Malfoy asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, keeping one eye on the dog as he started setting up her little bed and basket of toys.

"But it's your birthday," he said.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

Malfoy stared at him for a long moment before clearing his throat, "Do you have a back yard?"

"Yes," he said, glad for the change of subject, "This way," he added, nodding toward the back door. "It's fenced in but it's not very big, I'll take her on walks," he hastened to add as he opened the door. Penelope wandered out and started sniffing around and something warm unfurled in Harry's chest just watching her.

The other boy glanced out the door and nodded, "This is fine, it passes the inspection."

"Good," Harry said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Come on, Penny," he called and the little dog perked her head up and came dashing across the yard and back into the house."

"Penny, huh?" Malfoy asked with an amused little smile.

"For short," Harry nodded.

"I like it," he said as they turned and headed inside. "Well, I'll get out of your hair-"

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Harry asked without really thinking about why.

Malfoy's brow furrowed, "Do you want me to?"

He shrugged one shoulder, "Only if you want to." When Malfoy didn't reply immediately he shook his head, "Never mind, it's silly. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm lonely, ignore me."

"No. I'd," he swallowed, "I'd like to stay for dinner, if you wanted. I just couldn't imagine that you'd want..." he trailed off.

"We're not the boys we were," Harry said, holding out a hand, "Harry Potter."

After a heartbeat Draco reached out and clasped his hand, "Draco Malfoy."

"Do you like pizza?" Harry asked.

He nodded, "As long as you don't put peppers on it."

"Done," he replied as Penny came over and put her paws up on his leg. He scooped her up and smiled, thinking for the first time in a long time that maybe everything was going to turn out alright.

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Sorry friends, this one really got away from me. It's super long. I hope that you still enjoy it! <3 Lots of love, -c

Day 107: Charge | Day 109: Coffee Shop

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #adopting a dog #happy birthday harry potter #<3 #blossoming friendship #drarry drabbles #drarry ficlet #this one really got away from me #sorry friends!#Day 108

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feiwelinchen · 3 years

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How Tsukishima would react when you bring home a kitten

Tsukishima Kei x reader (I’m not sure I’m using pronouns, but I wrote it for a f!reader)

Warnings: angst, Tsuki is an idiot; this is my first post, so I don’t know what else I should warn you about; English is not my first language; copy pasted it from Word, sorry if the layout or such is messed up.

Word Count: 2k

I upload it on ao3 as well. Please don’t repost. Reblogs and comments appreciated

I don’t own Haikyuu or the characters

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You heard the click of the lock just before the front door opened and closed. Then the rattle of keys hitting the glass of the bowl by the door.

"I'm home." Tsukishima's voice rang through the apartment. He furrowed his brow when there was no answer. Your shoes were in the small genkan; you should be home. "I said I'm home!" He repeated himself; it wasn't like you not to answer. Tsukishima entered the light living room.

And there you were, sitting on the couch, hunched over and looking absolutely guilt-ridden.

"What did you do?", Tsukishima's annoyance was clear as day. He knew that look on your face. It was the exact look you had that day you broke his favourite dinosaur cup. The same look, when you ate all the strawberry chocolate while on your period, the particular look you wore the day you confessed to him.

You were still in high school back then, but you had known Tsukishima Kei for a few years already since you have been seated next to him on your first day in middle school. He became your friend first, but after a year of friendship, he became your first love. Your only love, for that matter. You kept it quiet, though. You knew how he could be and how this revelation might alter your dynamic. So you kept your mouth shut as long as you could. But at the end of your second year at Karasuno, you couldn't keep it in any longer. You met him on the rooftop, and he stopped the moment he saw you. Your face was tilted to the left, your lower lip between your left canines. Your brows were ever so slightly furrowed, with your tear trimmed eyes looking upwards directly into his soul.

"Even though this might destroy our friendship", you started, "even though you might never talk to me again after that."

"I-", Tsukishima starts but was immediately interrupted.

"Please." You stammered. "Let me finish before I lose my courage and become the coward I am again."

"You're not a coward.", his voice was stern.

"Tsuki. Please." And to your surprise, he kept his mouth shut. "Even… even though you will probably laugh at me or make fun of me or whatever… I have to tell you because I can't anymore." You took a deep breath. "Tsukishima Kei." He straightened at his full name. "I'm in love with you. And I have been for four years already. And I know you don't like me like that, and that's fine. I don't expect anything, and I really want to stay friends. But if you can't, I understand. I just… needed you to know. I needed you to know how I feel." Your facial expression hadn't changed throughout all of this. "You can say something now, Tsuki." Your mumble barely reached him. "Please say something.", you pleaded after a few more moments of deafening silence.

"I knew you were dense, but wow," Tsukishima smirked. "And a good actress, I might add. Four years. Really? That's an awfully long time for a teen crush. And I would know. So how about we go to your place and talk about how utterly simple-minded you must be not to pick up any signal I send you over the last five years, huh?" At that, you perked up. "I was watching you closely, but you never gave anything away. Not once did you give me any indication you might like me more than just a friend. I'm honestly a bit impressed by all of that. Why the heck did you wait so long?"

"I didn't want to ruin our friendship", you mumbled.

"Yeah, well. Congrats. You will get upgraded to girlfriend anyway. Now come. If we hurry, we can get some strawberry shortcake from the bakery on our way." He turned around and left, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart and force the blush on his cheeks to vanish with sheer willpower.

He would never admit it out loud, but this look of yours, this very facial expression: Head tilted to the left, bottom lip between your left canines and eyebrows slightly furrowed, this was his favourite demeanour of yours, for it brought him back to the day on the rooftop. When his heart had been beating faster and louder than anything. When you confessed and put an end to his silent misery. When you became his, and he became yours.

So when you were sitting there, all guilt-ridden and lovely, he had to fight down his smile and the blush creeping its way onto his cheeks – just like all those years ago. Just like always when you looked like that. He knew he wouldn't like what was to come, but still, he knew this wouldn't be too bad – nothing could.

"What did you do?" He repeated with an annoyance laced voice. "Just get it over with."

You didn't answer but slowly lifted your hands and a tiny fluffy looking kitten with them. A high pitch mewl escaped the small pink mouth of the little black furball.

"Did you… did you buy a cat?" Tsukishima asked, utterly perplexed. He had some ideas about what you could have done. Getting a cat without even asking was not one of them.

"He is so cute. I was at Yachi's –"

"Was it her idea?" He butted in, in a frighteningly calm voice.

"We were just looking at the shelter's website, and then I saw him, and I immediately fell in love with him and I… I just got him." You cradled the kitten in your arm, and he nuzzled your hand.

"And you didn't think of asking first?" Tsukishima's voice cracked a bit. His temper was coming out.

"You would have said no."

"Of course, I would have said no!" His speech got louder. "We can't have a cat. We're living in an apartment!"

"I talked to the landlord. Cats are ok!" You stated quickly. Hoping to bring some peace to his mind. Unfortunately, quite the opposite was the case.

"So you called the landlord, but not your boyfriend, who will have to live with your decision and should get a say in what kind of animal he is sharing his home with?"

The sound of his voice scared the black cat. He jumped out of your arms, looking for protection under the TV cabinet.

"Kei! You're scaring him!" You fell to your knees, trying to coax the small feline out of his hiding spot. But nothing worked, and the little one stayed put in his place.

"Get dressed and pack him up; we are bringing him back." That was all he said before vanishing in the bathroom.

It took nearly half an hour for the little furball to come out from under the TV. The whole time you pleaded with your boyfriend to just let you keep him, but Tsukishima didn't budge.

"If I wanted a cat, I would have brought it up with you, and we would have talked about it and made a decision together. You know we are supposed to make these kinds of decisions as a couple and not solo, right?" He snarled while fastening his seatbelt. "And stop heaving like a brat. What did you think would happen?" He asked. "That I would come home finding a cat in my living room and instantly fall in love with it?"

"Kind of… yeah." You mumbled, stroking the soft fur between the ears of the kitten in your lap. He purred heavily, not knowing what was happening around him.

"Do you even know me? When did I ever fall instantly in love with anything?"

"You instantly fell in love with me!" You retorted.

"I should never have told you that."

The car ride was silent, apart from your sniffles and the mewls of the cat that desperately tried to cheer you up by licking your nimble fingers and purring his heart out.

Tsukishima, at one point, tried to take one of your hands – to hold it like he always did while driving – but you slapped him away.

"Did you name him already?" He asked after a few more minutes with both hands on the steering wheel.

You shook your head.

"Good. That will make it easier."

He pulled the car into the parking lot of the shelter. It was just before closing. Tsukishima was lucky – you were not.

He looked at the animal shelter and then back at you. You stared at him.

"Kei… please…"

Tsukishima swiped away a stray tear with his thumb and held your face. "Come on. They are closing soon."

He got out of the car, walked around it and opened your door – something he usually wouldn't do, but Tsukishima knew what had to be done to get you out of the car. You left with the kitten pressed to your chest.

You were waiting in the entrance room of the animal shelter. An employee said she would be with you shortly and scurried away. Tsukishima looked around and read a few posters and flyers while he waited. His glance drifted to you every once in a while, observing your interactions with the cat in your arms. He watched how you kissed the little furry head and scratched the tiny chin, and he saw the pink tongue licking your fingers. He pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up while doing so, before shifting his focus back to his flyer.

"Sorry for the wait.", the blonde employee was back. "How can I help you with?"

Tsukishima was at the counter in no time. "My girlfriend adopted this kitten today." He motioned in your direction and waved you over. "And…" He watched you walking towards him and spotted new tears in your eyes. He took a deep breath.

"Oh no. Is your partner allergic?" The employee immediately inquired.

"No… That's not it." Tsukishima said. "I… We…" He looked at you again, then at the kitten in your arms. His eyes fell down to the flyer still in his hands. "Well… this flyer says house cats should better not be raised alone. So we are here to get another cat. Preferably one he gets along with." He pointed at the cat.

It took Tsukishima less than 2 minutes to decide on a red male kitten from the same litter, who climbed up his leg the very moment Tsukishima set foot into the enclosure.

You were sitting in the car while your wonderful, lovely, and absolutely adorable boyfriend was driving. Two little cats cuddled into each other and sleeping on your lap. You grinned at him.

"Be glad I love you so much, dumbass." He said drily.

"I am, Kei. I love you." You answered and took his hand.

"You're an idiot."

"But I am your idiot." You planted a kiss on the back of his hand, which made him smile.

"We still need names.", he said after a while.

"Ok… How about Hinata for the red one and Kageyama for the black one?"

"We are not naming our cats after my former teammates, especially not after that hyperactive moron Hinata Shoyo, nor his Highness King Kageyama Tobio!" Tsukishima warned you.

"What?" Your eyes were blown wide. "But I thought you chose him because he looked so much like Chibi-chan."

"Absolutely not! And he does not look like that Ginger."

"… well… he does, though."

"He does not, or I turn around, and we return both!" He threatened.

A week later, you came back from the grocery store when you found your boyfriend on the couch with two sleeping kittens on his chest. You quickly snapped a couple of photos.

"If anyone ever sees these, I'm renaming them to Ankylosaurus and Iguanodon! Are we clear?" He warned you with a dangerous sparkle in his eyes – one that promised much more later on.

"Crystal clear, Tsukki-poo."

He growled at the nickname. But everything was forgiven and forgotten when he saw the strawberries you bought to bake him some shortcake the next day.

#haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x you #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #light angst #fluff?

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aboxthecolourofheartache · 3 years

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I really love your writing!! Can I request prompt 81 from List 1 for shadowgast?

The distance still between them comforts Caleb, despite how large they loom on each others’ horizons. He clings to that distance, because the alternative is frightening. Frightening like the first time he did the math for himself, and realized just how fast their world had to move to traverse the distance of its orbit around the sun in a year. Only that vast distance makes the speed of their fall towards each other comfortable.

In Frumpkin’s absence, Caleb speaks to a bright-eyed tower cat. It is not his cat, just as Frumpkin was not his cat. Caleb’s cat is dead. But, the soft, warm weight on his lap is soothing. The fur under his fingers is downy-silky. Little claws prickle his knees.

Caleb traces a tortoiseshell spiral on the cat’s shoulder, half thinking of Essek, half thinking of two past Frumpkins. “A kitten when I was six, and-” he counts the remaining years on his fingers “-just past the prime of life when…. Well.”

The cat on his lap stretches luxuriously and rolls onto its back. When he absently pets its tummy, it grabs his arm and bunny kicks playfully, startling him out of his thoughts. Caleb smiles, sad-eyed, and lets the cat mark his hand with the edge of its lip. The despair lifts, but the melancholy persists. “I will be as brief to him. A few decades, then memory.” Caleb voices a bleak laugh. “And my kitten days are long gone.”

He leans back in his armchair to look at the warm wood panelling the ceiling. Halfway, Caleb catches sight of Essek and freezes. Essek is equally frozen in the doorway. The cat on Caleb’s lap beeps plaintively to encourage Caleb to keep massaging the back of its neck.

Essek recovers first. He gives his head a brisk shake, enters the room, and sits down opposite Caleb on the chair across the low table.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” Caleb murmurs. “I am sorry.”

Essek sets his stack of books aside. He gestures at the door, and it swings mostly shut but does not close; creating privacy without making Caleb feel trapped. “Caleb, a year ago I was prepared to live and die a solitary creature. So much can happen in a year.” Essek starts to twist his hands together then sets them firmly on his knees in an ineffectual bid to hide their trembling. He swallows. “If- if you fear to be inconsequential to my centuries, I fear to be a waste of your decades.”

“Essek-”

“Let me finish, please.” Essek’s determination quiets Caleb’s instinctual need to deflect focus from himself. “If you wish to argue I am not a waste, I hope you understand that I would argue you are not inconsequential? Caleb, you taught me consequence. I know how much a year is worth now. A minute. I might have more, you might have fewer, but my crimes could catch up with me tomorrow and end my borrowed time. You could - Light forbid - run afoul of something on your adventures. So the day-to-day is the same. And, if we, ah-” Essek swallows nervously and flicks his eyes to the floor “-share a frame of reference, then an hour is an hour, no?”

“...If we are together, you mean.” Caleb studies Essek’s face, noting the high flush setting his dark skin aglow.

Essek nods minutely, afraid, hopeful, sheepish.

Perhaps, Caleb thinks, it is time to close the distance.

#[Death Note potato chip meme] I will take a metaphor and STRETCH it #Box attempts CritRole #Happy Fun Box of Writing #thank you for the prompt!! :D #Essek Thelyss

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nineteenninety-six · 3 years

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A Stray and A Baby

This wasn’t meant to be so long but at the same time, it was meant to be longer so lol. Repost since tumblr sucks

(Y/N) had heard soft meowing ever since she had woken up but despite looking around, she could find where it was coming from. They didn’t have a cat so there it was definitely not coming from within in the house and she had checked the back garden to the best of her abilities but she couldn’t find anything there either and Cyril was off with Alfie so it wasn’t anything he could have possibly dragged in.

The meowing had continued for the entire day and it was driving (Y/N) crazy as she tried to figure out where it was coming from but being pregnant had hindered her from turning the place upside down trying to look for it, so she waited until Alfie returned home, hoping that he would be able to help her.

.•° ✿ °•.

Alfie came through the front door just as (Y/N) finished dinner like clockwork. He fed Cyril his dinner and washed his hands before he joined her at the kitchen table and they completed dinner in between asking how each other's day was.

Just as Alfie stood up to take their empty plates to the kitchen, (Y/N) heard the meowing again.

“Alf, wait! Can you hear that?”

Alfie paused and once again there was a meow, “Sounds like ah cat”

“Mmh” (Y/N) agreed, “I’ve been hearing it all day but I haven’t been able to find out where it’s coming from.”

“Where have you been looking?”Alfie asked as he made his way into the kitchen.

“I don’t think it’s coming from within the house so I checked the back garden but I couldn’t see anything”

“You haven’t checked the front?”

(Y/N) shook her head.

Alfie let out a hefty sigh as he walked towards the front door, “Well, c’mon then, I know you won’t let this go unless you find the thing that’s causing the noise”

(Y/N) grinned as she pulled on her coat and slipped on her outside shoes as she followed him.

The two of them paced in front of their house, making noises in hopes that the cat reacted but no cat appeared. They got odd looks from people walking down the street but they didn’t care.

Just as they were about to give up, a shuffling noise came from one of their bins and (Y/N) made her way over to investigate. When she peered into the bin, she gasped at what she saw,

“Alfie, it’s a kitten!”

She reached into the bin to try and take it out but the scared kitten freaked out causing the bin to topple over to its side.

(Y/N) let out a small whine before she got ready to bend down and pick up the cat but Alfie interrupted her before she could.

“Ah fuck, don’t bend down” Alfie called out, “I’ll do my back out trying to help you up and then we’ll be both stuck on the fucking floor”

“You wouldn’t try calling for help?”

“And ruin my reputation? No fucking way”

“So you’d just let your heavily pregnant wife stay on the ground until what? You’re able to get up or one of the neighbours finds us”

“Nah, I’ll send Cyril to go get Ollie”

(Y/N) laughed at that, “If anything, Cyril will join us on the ground, thinking it was a cuddle session”

“Fucking dog” Alfie agreed with a grumble, “Stay here, I’ll be back in two minutes”

(Y/N) waited like instructed but made attempts to coax the kitten out which failed but just like he said, two minutes later, Alfie returned with a little parcel of ham, still wrapped like how the butcher gave it to them, meaning that Alfie took the ham straight from their cooler.

Alfie tore a little piece of the sliced ham off and chucked it near the mouth of the toppled bin and together they waited to see if the kitten ate it. It took awhile but the kitten did slowly creep out and eat the piece of ham. It gobbled it up as it had no doubt been starving.

Alfie chucked another piece down and the cat quickly ate that up too. Alfie created a trail of pieces of ham that lead into the kitchen and the kitten followed the trail until they were in the kitchen. Once they finished the last piece of ham, the cat looked up at them in suspicion, cautious of everything.

“What do we do with them, Alf?”

Alfie turned to her with a scrunched brow, “You’re the one who wanted to bring the damn cat inside and now you’re asking me what to do with the bloody thing? Fuckin’ hell”

“Alfie..” (Y/N) whined. Her back, feet and ankles were killing her and the last thing she wanted to do was get into an extended discussion with him.

Alfie saw the exhaustion and pain on her face and backed down, “We give it the rest of the ham and see what it wants to do tomorrow.”

(Y/N) nodded and they left the rest of the same with the cat and went to bed, Cyril right behind them.

.•° ✿ °•.

The next morning, (Y/N) found the kitten curled up underneath one of the chairs in the kitchen. It bathed in the morning sun, it’s dark fur appearing almost brown. It didn’t even stir as (Y/N) moved around the kitchen making breakfast for herself and Alfie and she also set out some food for them as well, in case they woke up.

Cyril tiptoed into the kitchen, right behind (Y/N) but his focus was on the small cat. The way he moved around it, avoiding it, was almost like he was afraid of the tiny thing and did his best to stay out of their way.

“Where’s the little bastard then?” Alfie asked as he entered the kitchen, collecting the cup of tea that (Y/N) held out for him.

“Underneath the chair” (Y/N) nodded towards it, “Still sleeping”

“Hm,” Alfie let out an unamused grunt before he downed his tea and put his coat on.

“I’ll be back by dinner” He wrapped (Y/N) in a hug and gave her a kiss, “Be careful. Stay off your feet.”

“I will.”

After one last kiss, Alfie was out of the door with Cyril and (Y/N) retreated to the living room to read the newspaper. An hour or so later, the kitten padded into the room, sniffing at the furniture as they walked around, getting used to its environment. (Y/N) stayed still and silent, not wanting to spook the cat and watched as they walked around before silently coming to a stop in front of her.

(Y/N) tapped the seat next to her, unable to bend over due to her belly and the cat took the hint and jumped up. She held out her fingers allowing the cat to sniff at it and when the cat rubbed their head underneath her fingers, (Y/N) took it as a hint to pet them, which the cat enjoyed pleasantly.

Over the next week, the cat had gotten accustomed to the house, they mostly stayed on the windowsill enjoying the sun or was curled up next to (Y/N)’s feet. The cat, which they still hadn’t named was a comforting presence in the house as (Y/N) got closer to her supposed due date.

.•° ✿ °•.

(Y/N) had the biggest grin on her face as held her son in her arms, despite how exhausted she was. Alfie was sitting next to her on the bed with an equally big grin on his face as he looked down at the baby boy.

“He’s amazing” (Y/N) whispered before she looked up at Alfie, “What should we name him?”

“Benjamin.” Alfie had tears in his eyes as he spoke, “Benjamin Solomons.”

“Hello, Ben” (Y/N) cooed but the baby merely pursed his lips as he continued sleeping.

The door to their room creaked open and the cat, which they named Lucy, crept in before jumping on the bed. Alfie moved to go shoo that cat away but (Y/N) stopped him, Lucy had settled at the end of the bed, far away enough from the baby, so she saw no harm in her being there.

Over the next few days after Ben was born, Lucy was constantly next to (Y/N) whenever she had in her arms, twisting around her feet or sat in an adventurous position that gave her a great view of (Y/N) and the baby and whenever Ben was in his cot, Lucy will be curled up, right by the legs of the cot, as if she was standing guard.

As he grew, wherever Benjamin was, Lucy would be right next to him.

.•° ✿ °•.

1 YEAR LATER

One year old Benjamin toddled into the kitchen where his mother was preparing lunch, Lucy right behind him as his bare feet slapped against the floor informed (Y/N) of his arrival. It also told her that he pulled off his socks for the 5th time that day.

Ben had learnt to walk a few weeks ago and most alternated between walking and crawling to get around.

He took a few steps forward before he reached her and clung to her skirt and looked up at her with the eyes he shared with his father, “Lun’?”

At the same time, Lucy stopped in front of her food bowl and meowled at (Y/N), no doubt asking the thing Ben had asked.

“Give me a moment Lucy, let me get Ben’s food ready first and then I’ll feed you”

“S’Alright” Alfie stepped into the small kitchen, his cane clicking against the floor, “Give me him and I’ll get him sorted”

Ben looked over at his father with a bright smile, “Da!”

Alfie’s back had been playing up recently so he wasn’t able to bend down and pick Ben up, so (Y/N) picked him up and placed him in his fathers arm.

When they disappeared into the dining room, (Y/N) bent down and gave Lucy a few loving scratches and pets, “You’re the best, Lucy. I love you very much”

Lucy let out a meow as if she understood her words and (Y/N) gave her one more pat before she put her food in the bowl and left her to eat.

(Y/N) washed her hands and collected the plates filled with their lunch and joined her family in the dining room, leaving the door slightly open knowing that when Lucy was finished, she’d join them, or more accurately, go back to Ben’s side.

#if this doesnt work dfsfhdsf #Alfie Solomons #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons imagines #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder imagines #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders x reader #x reader #imagines #peaky blinders

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gryffindors-weasley · 3 years

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Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested by @futuremrsmalfoy20 : “Draco buys you a kitten fluff”

Summary: When you return home from work, Draco has a surprise waiting for you.

Warnings: loss of a pet, mild angst, fluff, kisses

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Thank you for such a sweet request!

Draco Malfoy was never a fan of cats, or any kind of animal for that matter. He didn’t grow up with household pets, save for his owl, but even then he wasn’t too fond of the feathered creature. He didn’t dislike them, not really, he rather was indifferent. However, you on the other hand were the complete opposite.

You had had a cat once before, finding a feline more preferable rather than the traditional owl that most students had selected for themselves. She was a fluffy black cat with miscellaneous splotches of white, striking and round green eyes that were far too adorable for you to ignore. Her name was Ophelia and she was wonderfully sweet, not a minute going by in her presence without her nudging you affectionately.

She accompanied you throughout your years of magical endeavors at Hogwarts until seventh year, and you made the decision to bring her home to your parents before the war had begun in full force. You had loved her far too dearly to risk the potential of putting her in harm’s way, she was your home away from home.

Since then, she had lived her days and nights in the blissful environment of your parents house, and you were quite sure you’d never seen her more content in an environment in your life. Always tucked away in the most unconventional of places whether it be the garden, the top shelf of your closet, or even nestled between the thick tree roots on the edge of the property. It was there where she had lived her life most contently, and you couldn’t have asked for anything more.

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You sigh tiredly upon finally seeing your beloved home, smiling at the sight of the little yellow car parked on the mossy cobblestone driveway. As if it weren’t already obvious that Draco had gotten home before you, the smoke puffing out of the lone chimney and the warm glow in the frosted windows were more than enough indication. You pushed open the creaky wrought iron gate without hesitation, the sound only accentuated by the drizzling rain pattering down.

Rushing up the stone path to your front door, you push it open and escape from the rain. The warmth you were met with was immediate upon your entrance, as was the ever familiar scent of cinnamon and sugar, a hint of coffee mixed in. Your soft smile never faltered as you shrugged off your rain dampened jacket, slipping it on the copper hook just inside the door next to Draco’s.

“Love?” An ever so familiar voice called out, one that felt even more like home than that of the building the two of you claimed as your own just a year and a half ago.

You stepped out of your shoes and set them on the welcome rug, Draco appearing shortly after to see if it’d really been you. His hair was a mess from what it once neatly was before he left for work earlier that morning, the inclement weather having brought out waves of platinum. His smile was nothing short of adoring when he caught sight of you, and you barely had time to set down your keys before his hands settled on your flushed cheeks. His lips were soft against yours as he kissed you, the expected taste of coffee and cream lingering on his lips. His hands are cooled against your heated skin, but the shiver running through you was of no importance at that moment.

“Hi darling,” he manages when he brings himself to part from you, though he hadn’t strayed too far as his nose brushed against yours.

“Hey,” you sigh, his kiss nearly making you a fool no matter how short it may have been.

He tucked your hair behind your ear tenderly, the tips of his fingers tracing along your skin before traveling down your arm to grasp your hand. No matter how hard he tried, which hadn’t been very much, he finds himself capturing your lips once more in another kiss. You were far too irresistible for him not to bask in your affections.

“How was work?” He mumbles against your lips, squeezing your hands.

“Quite busy for a bookshop in the middle of the only wizarding town in the area. Peculiar isn’t it?” You respond, a laugh leaving your lips when his arms circle around your waist and press you to him in an embrace.

“Indeed,” he agrees quietly, kissing your cheek before his lips ghost across your neck and just under your ear warmly. You had to stop yourself from all but squealing at the very sensation tickling over your skin though a giggle does escape you.

“What’s got you so smiley?” You inquire, brow raised in curious amusement as you push back to look at him.

“What, can’t I be overjoyed that the love of my life has come home? Forgive me, darling,” he says in faux offense, his smile still very there regardless.

You roll your eyes, allowing yourself to fully look at him for the first time you’d gotten home just minutes ago. His cheeks were a bit flushed from what you assumed was the chilly weather, that and the feeling of your kisses had brought it out of him. His icy hair had been dipping over his forehead, covering over dark brows and tangling with even darker lashes. The grin on his kiss swollen lips had been very apparent the moment you saw him, faltering only slightly when he was busy casting his affections on you in greeting. A thick, black sweater hung from his shoulders, tattered and torn around the edges from constant use when he hadn’t needed to dress so formally for St. Mungo’s. Though you couldn’t help but to notice the extra runs and pulls in the soft yarn.

“Perhaps I will if you let me change out of these clothes,” you say, reluctantly leaving his loose grasp. “It is raining after all.”

A flurry of panicked emotions had crossed over his face in that very moment, his eyes widening a fraction as you step farther from him and closer to the stairway. Your brows furrow slightly at his sudden change in attitude, watching as his hand flies up to scratch at the back of his neck. When you turn away once more you’re quick to feel his hand envelope yours, effectively stealing your attention away from the task at hand briefly. As you open your mouth to speak, he beats you to it.

“I’ve already put your clothes in the dryer so they’d be warm for you, they’re in the laundry room,” he rushes, and his words are far too quick for you not to be even a little suspicious of it. “It’s that sweater of mine that you like, you know—the green one?”

He draws you closer as he speaks, noting the way your eyes squint in disbelief. Draco may have been good in the area of deception to just about anyone else, anyone but you. Not with the way his hand came to rest on your cheek, and how his thumb brushed over your skin. Certainly not with the way his bout of kisses resumed, blossoming over bare patches of skin. His valiant attempts to hold your attention had been working, but only for a few fleeting moments.

“And what if I wanted the maroon one?” You jest with a teasing smile, and with his moment of distraction you slip from his arms and make your way back to the stairs.

He finds himself at a loss for words as his panic builds with every bit of distance between you, and all he can do is follow behind and desperately try to find something else to say. When he comes up terribly short, he accepts his fate with a defeated huff.

“Darling wait!” He manages when you twist the doorknob, entering the cozy bedroom.

His face scrunches in a wince at the sight before you both, unsure of just how you’d react. For a small kitten lay curled up in a fluffy ball of snowy white fur, tucked and nuzzled into heaps of his old quidditch sweater. The small animal was seemingly unbothered by the newfound commotion that had entered the room, instead basking in the warmth of the deep green yarn. You even took notice to the lilac-colored collar fitted loosely around its neck, a small silver bell dangling from it.

You spun on your heel to face him with a raised brow, a soft smile fighting to tug at your lips and soon you couldn’t hide it. You were baffled more than anything. Draco’s cheeks were a noticeable blush pink as he offered you a hesitant smile, still looking rather panicked. “What’s this all about?”

He swallows thickly, his fingers running over his jaw in a nervous habit. “She’s…she’s ours.”

It took you a moment to process it as Draco shuffled around you, leaving you to look at the empty spot he once stood in for a brief few seconds before following where he’d walked. He scooped up the small animal with a certain gentleness that made your heart flutter in your chest, and she stretched tiredly against him. Her yawn had showcased perhaps the tiniest fangs you’d ever seen, the soft pink pads of her feet pressing to his chest.

“What do you mean?” You were still quite dumbfounded at the sudden news, your gaze flickering between the kitten cradled happily in his hands and to his hopeful face that you wouldn’t be mad at him.

“I uh…I adopted her,” he says with a nervous laugh as he looks down at her, a small meow escaping her mouth at the sound of his voice. “I know you’ve been missing Ophelia, love. And I know I’m not very fond of cats but I think I’m warming up to her, she seems to like me—”

His rambling is promptly cut off when she nips at his bottom lip, doing it again twice more before he settles her into his sweater on the bed again.

“Draco, I…”

“Have I upset you?” He asks, a myriad of emotions rushing through him that maybe you still weren’t ready for a new pet at that moment in time. “Love, I didn’t mean—”

“I love her,” you finally manage after he all but sputters apology after apology, a jittery laugh leaving you as your gaze moves to his. Your laugh only continued softly at the light swelling of his lip from where she had bit at him in a playful curiosity.

Now he was the one that had been baffled, dumbfounded. He wasn’t quite sure if he’d heard you correctly. “You do?”

You respond with the kiss you press on his lips, firm yet gentle as the shock you’d once been in begins to wear off and disappear completely. His persistent panic only settles then, his obvious tension relaxing as his arms snake around your waist and a sigh is breathed. You part from him only to kiss him yet again, your fingers brushing over his cheek as your smile becomes apparent. “I love her.”

The words are whispered in giddy excitement as your lips sweep across his own with soft touches, his hair brushing against your forehead in the close proximity. The exhale of his relief puffs against your skin as he kisses your cheek once, twice, even three times, your arms hugging around his neck. Your grip on him was on the verge of being too tight, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

You release him all too quickly in his opinion, but his inner complaints are quick to dissolve when he sees you grab the kitten gingerly. Her contented meow is instant in your gentle grasp, and you can’t help but kiss her tiny pink nose in a shower of affection.

All Draco could do was stand back to watch the happiness dance across your features, to listen to your delight laughs as you spoke ever so sweetly to the fluffy creature. He couldn’t help the way his heart had been hammering away in his chest at the very sight, the way his smile was unable to be controlled at the sheer excitement you held. It had diminished any last traces of worry and doubt he had that maybe it’d been too soon. That maybe it’d upset you and maybe you’d think he was expecting you to move on. Any and all fears that had plagued his mind on the subject were gone at the way you beamed.

In that moment he found he’d do just about anything to see you smile, to bring you happiness. He knows very well that he hasn’t always been the easiest person to love, far from it, he knows that his life and his prior choices have put you through more than he’d like to think about. For if he did dwell on it for too long, he’d certainly make himself miserable because it still vexes him that you could love him so fully, without hesitation. But if there had been one thing he knew with certainty, it’s that he’d go to the ends of the earth just to make you happy. He hadn’t known how he deserved you after everything, but he was determined to give you all that he could.

“Have you named her yet?” You ask, pulling him from his daze and back to you.

He was distracted for a mere moment, trying to piece together what you had said because he’d been too caught up in admiring you. “Well, I…I was thinking Ivory. I thought it would be rather cute since—what is it?”

The corner of your mouth quirked up in a teasing smirk, your brow raising. “And to think you hated cats.”

He scoffs as he rolls his eyes, looking away from you to stave off his reddening cheeks.

“I do not hate them, I just never particularly liked them,” he grumbles.

“That is so untrue!” You exclaim, his gaze turning to you again, “You nearly declared war when Filch’s cat clawed you, Draco. If I recall correctly, you even said—”

Your words were cut off by his lips, for he didn’t want to hear just how right you were because you always are. So he quieted you the best way he knew how. The giggle it elicited tumbled from your lips and sounded against his mouth, fading away the more he had kissed you. After all, he had to make sure you didn’t bring up just how insufferable he once was in his childhood. But what was once an attempt to distract you became more profoundly distracting to him as your lips had him spellbound.

“Ivory is cute,” you murmur softly with another tender kiss as she paws at your hair, “and so are you, Dray.”

Her little meows have pulled your focus from each other and directed it towards the kitten in your arms who so openly expressed her feelings. Draco took her from your hands and kissed her head, and it was then that your quiet laughter erupted. “What?”

“Nothing,” you say as you try to stifle it, earning a narrowed stare. “You two look alike is all.”

His gaze only hardens at you before he looks at her, her pale blue eyes and icy hair too obvious a comparison to himself. But he will never admit that to you, you’re having way too much fun with it as it is. “No, we don’t.”

Your joyous laughter sounds once more, bringing the softest of smiles to his face. “Whatever you say, my love.”

In that moment your heart was full, because now you had not one love but two. The gesture was wonderfully thoughtful and entirely what you felt you missed, and while nothing could replace your treasured Ophelia no matter how many years have passed, now you could appreciate the old and new.

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