#i want to put my fingers through his hair and stroke him like a cat

[wisefoxluminary]

Okay...he has no right looking this hot 🥵

[writtenbymoonflower]

Can we have a Poly!Marauders x Quiddich Player Reader, Where she falls and breaks a bone and tries to hide it from the boys? That would be so great <3

thanks for requesting gorgeous!! poly!marauders x fem!reader

cw: mentions of injury/bruises

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“I was able to heal the bone, but it will be a bit sore for a bit. Try to take it easy for about a day or so. Some bruising is normal, but keep an eye on it. If anything looks concerning, don’t hesitate to come back in, okay?” Madame Pomfrey slathered some unknown mixture over the inflamed skin on your shoulder.

“Okay.” That seemed to be the only word you had said in the past half hour, eager to leave the hospital wing.

“This bandage should help with the swelling.” The nurse explained as she wrapped long strips of white cloth around your chest, then crossing over your shoulder. You glanced at the clock anxiously, seeing it was now 10 minutes past when you were usually back at your boyfriend’s dorm.

“Thank you so much, Miss.” you said politely, putting your clothes back on. She patted your good shoulder as you hurried out into the corridor.

You changed clothes in your room before going to the Gryffindor common room. It was now late afternoon, when most of the house members were outside enjoying the nice weather, or inside the library studying. You heard the ruckus of the three boys immediately after you stepped through the portrait hole.

“Hey sweetheart! We were just about to look for you, we were getting worried.” James looked thrilled to see you, if not a little concerned.

“Sorry, practice ran late.” You fibbed, worrying your lower lip with your fingers. You hoped the collar of your sweater was efficiently hiding the bandages.

“That’s okay lovie, come sit.” James scooted over, creating a space between himself and Remus (who had Sirius curled on his lap like a cat, arm held over his eyes like a damsel in distress).

“Practice go okay?” Remus asked cooly, flipping the page of his novel.

“Yeah. It was alright.” You really wished the topic would just change.

“Modest as ever, dolly. Marlene was watching for a bit. She said you kicked ass.” Sirius chuckled. You winced. If she saw you fall she definitely would’ve told the boys. You gave Sirius a nervous smile. He lowered his arm to look at you suspiciously.

James squeezed your shoulder, making pain fizzle down your arm, but you kept your face stoic. You leant back into his chest as you let them return to their previous conversation. Your eyes were closed, listening to the vibration of James’ laughter.

You were almost asleep when you were jolted back to reality, in the form of Sirius grabbing your legs and tugging them towards him.

“Ah! Siri!” You gasped. Your legs were now across Sirius’ lap (technically also Remus’) and your head landed in James’.

“Gentle, love.” Remus chided the boy in his lap.

“She was so far away.” Sirius pouted pathetically. You lifted your head to look at him blankly.

“We are literally on the same couch.”

“That’s not close enough! I want you inside my skin!” Sirius whined. He all but flung himself off of Remus’ lap and on top of you. You squealed.

“Christ! Pads! You’re lucky I spend so much time in the gym. Not everyone could handle your roughhousing.” James scolded but his voice was laced heavily with fondness.

“Not the only reason I’m lucky.” He waggled his dark eyebrows at the curly-haired boy before he nuzzled his face right into your neck. On any other occasion you would giggle and squirm, but because of your injury, you groaned and your face screwed up in pain. You tried to hide it but unfortunately Remus had a perfectly unobstructed view of your face.

“Padfoot. Off.” Remus (gently) pulled Sirius off of you. Clearly his tone indicated that he wasn’t joking, because you heard no protests. James stroked your still tensed face.

“Shit! Did I hurt you, baby?” Sirius knelt by the couch, patting you down to look for injury. You winced again when he reached your chest. You shook your head.

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m just a little sore from practice ‘s all.” You tried to shove the boys off but it was no use.

“Let’s have a look.” Remus wasn’t having any of it.

“Oh, it’s really fine.” You floundered, but he still stuck his long fingers into your collar, pulling it down to expose your clavicle. James gasped when he saw the white of the bandages.

“Sweetheart!” James pressed his fingers into the top of the wrap and you hissed. “What happened here?”

“I just got a little banged up.” You moved to sit up but you were gently pushed back down.

“Off with the sweater, dove.”

“If you wanted me to strip, Lupin you didn’t have to go through all this fuss.”

He just rolled his eyes. You complied begrudgingly. The boys all hissed at the sight. Tight bandages digging into your skin, discoloration painting the edges.

“That’s more than a little banged up, lovely girl.” James stroked your head. His tone was light in the way it is when he’s especially worried.

“Did you fall onto the tracks and get hit by the fucking Hogwarts Express?” Sirius asked incredulously.

“It’s not that bad. It’s all healed anyway, just a little tender.” You reassured.

“Did you go to the hospital wing?” Remus asked plainly. You inhaled deep, knowing the reaction you were going to get.

“Yes.” You sighed. “It’s fine. It was a little fracture but she healed it.”

“Baby!” Sirius pinched your thigh hard. “You went to the hospital for this and you weren’t going to tell us?”

“Well… yeah. Because it’s all healed now.” You said as if it was obvious.

“That doesn’t mean you keep it a secret you muppet.” James scolded. He still leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I wasn’t keeping it a secret! I just didn’t want to make it a big deal.” Remus handed your sweater back to you and you sat up to shrug it on.

“That’s why you lied to us and said practice ran late, when you were actually getting treated for a broken bone?” Remus quirked a brow at you. You suddenly felt small.

���Sorry.” You looked down. He hooked a finger under your chin, forcing you to look in his eyes.

“Don’t be sorry, baby dove. But I need you to tell us if you get hurt, yeah? It’s important. It’s our job to keep you safe. You need to let us do that, okay?” His brown eyes were warm, but commanding in the way only Remus could accomplish.

“Okay.” You nodded. He tapped your chin with his knuckle.

“Attagirl. Now c’mere.” He tugged you into him, your face against his sweater. Sirius climbed into James’ lap and snuggled into him. The bespectacled boy whispered something in his ear.

“I might have to take a tumble if it will get Moons to look at me like that.”

[volensnolenss]

Jealous

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Only your charms can melt his heart and remove the influence of jealousy; 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽: sfw! fluff, he calls you ‘my love’, ‘sweetheart’, mention of a possible child

“My love, meet me!”

Gojo burst into the warm house with a noise and a bright flame of fun, but he did not receive your usual hug and kiss. He threw off his coat in confusion, listening to the silence and looking for at least someone's presence in it.

“Satoru, we're here.” Your gentle voice came from the living room, and he immediately went to you when he saw your sleeping cat on you. Gojo narrowed his eyes and approached you with a drop of contempt, asking a question with his eyes.

“That is, because of her, I lost everything.”

Approaching the cat, Gojo wrinkled his nose and sneezed, making her jump in fear.

With one hand you gently removed the fluff from his face, with the other you stroked the cat with soothing movements, but suddenly she jumped off and ran into another room.

“She's finally gone.” Gojo sits on the edge of the sofa, swinging one leg over the other, grinning at the cat.

You giggled watching his reaction.

“Are you jealous?”

“Of course I'm jealous. I should be in her place!” Gojo crossed his arms and turned away from you like a stubborn child who has been deprived of a gift.

“Come here.”

“No!”

“Come on.”

“No!”

You gestured at him with your arms and reached out to him, to which he proudly raised his head without turning to you.

Because of his waywardness and character, he behaved like a teenager who doesn't really know anything and understands everything, but at the same time he longed for your touch, your stroking on the head and lily kisses.

“My darling, my best man, let me show you a sign that you are the only one in my heart.”

The only thing Satoru was guided by was your words, the way you skillfully use them.

He turned his head exactly 90 degrees, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“I'll think about it.”

Of course, he will not think, he will wait for you to take the initiative first.

“Satoru...” You called him flirtatiously.

You crawled up to him from behind and gently, lightly touching his shoulders with your fingers, brushed his neck with your lips, causing goosebumps all over his body.

“How long are you going to sulk?” You buried your forehead in the back of his head, wrapping your arms around him from behind.

You inhaled the remaining smell of rain and coolness, in which there was a subtle note of something sweet.

“Where have you been, Satoru?”

He was silent, there was a short circuit in his head from all your actions. You didn't see it, but he was smiling broadly, which made his cheekbones ache.

“How can I resent you, sweetheart?”

“Because you're like a child.”

You grunted and he threw you on your back, putting his head on you.

“Better stroke me. Since I'm a child, I want love and attention.”

“And you're a demanding child.”

You chuckled and began to run your palm smoothly down his back, moving to his head, starting to scratch it in a relaxed way, passing your thin fingers through his snow-white and soft hair.

He is always surprised at how you manage to influence him in such a way: as if at the click of a finger he fell and is ready to give himself up to the love that you reward him with.

“If you knew how nice it is to be in your arms after the rain.”

“I've heard that if it rains, it's for something good.”

You cupped Satoru's face in your hands as he propped himself up on his elbows.

He stared suspiciously at your stomach, examining it with a malicious smile. You tilted your head to the side, not understanding his behavior.

“And I heard that if a cat is lying on a girl's stomach, then she will soon have a child.”

You clicked, rolling your eyes and immediately shook your head, considering his answer a joke.

“Satoru, don’t be ridiculous!”

“Hey! Imagine how your mini copy will run around the house.”

“Thank you, I have enough of your mini fluffy copy.” You pointed out to him the cat that was sitting on the carpet, looking at you both with interest.

His brows became furrowed again; he wanted to say something, but you interrupted him, leaving a small kiss on his cheek.

“Okay, I'm at your mercy.”

[magics-neptunes-things]

Ready, Aim, Shoot (2)

Hi guys !

I hope you are fine. I’m still struggling with writer’s block but I tried some things to get over it, so here is my new creation.

It’s a mix from a request I had here, and for asks from the prompt that you can find here and here.

It’s the second part of Ready, Aim, Shoot but I tried to make it understandable even if you didn’t have read the first part.

So please enjoy ♥

TW : Mention of accident, coma, injuries, blood. But it will get better.

Prompt : 22 (I won't anyone lay an hand on you) & 28 (Why are you bleeding?)

PART 1 | PART 3

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You never felt as weird as Alexia takes you home from the airport. Barcelona doesn’t have change in any way, it’s still the same streets, the same traffic jam, the same scents, the same laughs and happiness of people. But you, you have changed. What you have to get through make you change. You’ve learned the death of three of your colleagues. They are dead and you are not. Some of them had kids, lovers and they are dead. Why you, aren’t you dead? Why did you survive the bomb, your injuries when others didn’t?

Alexia puts her hand delicately on your knee and you jump, returning to reality. She looks at you with concern and you try to give her a smile, but you fail.

“It’s going to be alright, mi Amor. You are not alone. I’m here so is your parents, your siblings and your friends.”

“I know” you confirm quietly. “I’m sorry”

“You don’t have to be for anything mi Amor.”

You put your hand on Alexia’s, stroking her fingers with your thumb while looking outside. The sun is shining and you’re pretty sure that all the beaches are crowded with people. You always loved going there but with Alexia’s popularity you have to find more quiet beaches. Which you don’t mind. As long as you’re with her, it’s all that it matters.

At home, you are greeted by your cat who comes to rub himself against your legs while meowing, until you lower yourself to carry him. The movement makes you wince in pain, which Alexia doesn’t miss. But you assure her it’s okay, squeezing Diabolo against you. He let you do it for some minutes, before leaving your arms to go back to sleep.

“Glad to see that some things will never change” you roll your eyes.

Alexia laughs slightly, coming back from the bathroom where she putted your suitcase that she didn’t let you carry. She takes your hand in hers, taking you gently against her.

“If you hug me, you’ll see that I will never let you go”

“Take that Diabolo.”

You smile, getting as close as your injuries let you do it. The painkiller seems to start to stop working and you surely have to take one soon. But first you need to take a good shower, you’re not allowed to take a bath because of your scars.

“I’m going to take a shower” you inform your girlfriend.

She nods, kisses your cheek and follows you to the bathroom. You started to get off of your clothes, before stopping. You usually don’t mind Alexia’s presence in the bathroom when you take your shower, it’s a moment where you talk a lot about things. Sometimes she showers with you, other times she does different facial or hair treatments or she just sit on the toilet lid.

But today, you have way more scares than before and you’re not sure that you want Alexia to see it. The blonde sees you looking at her through the mirror and bites her lip. She immediately understands your torment.

“I’ll leave if you want. But I want you to know that it won’t change the way I look at you or the way I love you. No matter how your body is, you’re still you. And I will always love you.”

You nod, but you’re still nervous. Like if she doesn’t want to scare you, Alexia come to you slowly, surrounding you with her arms.

“Let me help you?”

She’s looking at your eyes in the mirror and you nod one more time. You let her take off your shirt and pants. She had done that a thousand times, but always with teasing hands or eagerly. Today, however, her hands are sweet and caring, as if she wanted to heal you with them. She also removes the protection on your knee and shoulder, with a thousand precautions.

She frowns when she sees your injuries. Your nose doesn’t look broken anymore, but you still have bruises and cuts. You swallow but then you see that she’s looking at one of your scare on your stomach.

“Why are you bleeding?”

You follow her eyes and shrug lightly.

“This one seems to have difficulty to heal” you mumble.

“I’ll take you to the Barca’s medic tomorrow. But now, you have to take your shower and get some rest.”

********

Alexia takes you to her favorite medical team and they work their magic. You still have pain sometimes, especially on your shoulder, but you are getting better. You filed your resignation some days after your arrival at Barcelona and it’s not a surprise for anyone. Some media tried to talk to you about what happened, but you shut them down every time. It’s too soon.

You’re pretty great during the day, you keep yourself busy with things. Alexia is almost always there with you and when she isn’t, you have friends or family visiting. Alexia takes you to walk in early morning for Nala’s stroking, every day. She’s an angel of patience, always kind, caring and loving. You cook for her every night, following her diet with attention. This allows you to occupy your mind and hands.

Your girlfriend and family insist that you go to see a specialist, to talk about what you’ve been through. You hate this. It’s always hard for you to talk about all this. You beg almost every time Alexia to not make you go, but she’s determined, confident that it will help you get better quickly. The worst thing is that she’s right.

At nights, however, it’s more difficult. You have trouble to fall asleep even if you avoid naps during the day to help you falling asleep. But it doesn’t work well. You stay still in your bed for hours; you don’t want to wake Alexia up. She takes so good care of you, she deserves her beauty sleep.

And when you fall asleep, you have a lot of nightmares. It’s normal and a process to get better if you listen to your psychoanalyst. But it’s still terrifying. For you and your girlfriend.

Once again tonight, Alexia is awakened by your scream of terrors. You’re still asleep in your nightmare when she sits on the bed. You’re turning around, the sheet wrapped around you, fighting against your nightmare. It’s always difficult for her to wake you up, she scared that you hurt yourself when you’re jiggling like that, but she’s scared too that she might hurt you.

So, she takes your face between her hands, calling you several times before you finally open your eyes.

“Alexia” you call her, terrified.

“I’m here mi Amor. It’s ok. You’re ok.”

You sit down too, looking around you. You become aware of the bedroom you share with Alexia and her presence at your side. She’s stroking your arm lightly, looking at you patiently.

“Ale” you mumble this time.

“I’m here. You’re safe. I won't anyone lay a hand on you.”

She takes you on her arms, making you sit on her lap. Letting yourself go against her. She strokes your back this time, rocking you softly. You let your breath slow down, very aware of your quick heartbeat.

“I’m sorry”

Alexia takes the time to kiss your jaw, your cheek several times and your forehead before answering.

“You don’t have to be.”

“Yes, I do, Ale. I’m a mess. I can’t sleep and I can’t do a lot of things alone because of my injuries. I keep waking you up almost every night because I can’t get better. I should have listened to you and stay at Barcelona. I’m so so…”

But Alexia doesn’t let you finish, putting a finger on your lips to stop your rambling. Tears are in your eyes again but for now you managed to keep them inside your eyes.

“You’re getting better, Y/N. You don’t zone out like you did when you came back. You smile more, your injuries are getting better, and I see you smile way more than before. No one expects to you to heal in two days, especially not me. You took so good care of me when I was injured, now it’s my turn.”

She puts a hand on your cheek, making you look at her. Her hazel eyes are looking at you with so much care and love that it took your breath away.

“What if the nightmares never end Ale?”

“We will find a way to heal you, mi Amor. I swear.”

You believe her. She seems so sure of herself that you believe her. She kisses your cheek again and when you turn your face, she kisses the corner of your mouth first and then your lips. One time, two time and the third you press your lips a little longer against her.

********

Alexia was right. You get better, even if it takes time. You still have nightmare sometimes, but you manage to not wake Alexia up every time. She’s not happy when you don’t though, wanting to be there for you as much as she can.

When your shoulder is better, she lets you come back to look at her games, as long as you are with her sister or her mother. She’s way too scared that someone push you and hurt you again to let you go there by yourself. You feel bad for Alba or Eli, given the imperious tone with which Alexia orders them to watch over you. But the two women don’t seem to mind, looking at you like you are the most precious thing in the world. When you joke about it with Eli one time, she answers you that you are the most precious thing in Alexia’s word. You didn’t know what answer to that.

Alexia always takes a thousand precautions with you, whether you are at home or outside. She doesn’t hesitate to scold someone who approaches you too much or to carry you from one room to another to avoid working your knee after your physiotherapy sessions. Which she wants to take you every time, by the way.

And the best thing about all of this, she does all of this without being intrusive. On the contrary. Her presence reassures you and is a strength for you. Your recovery without her would have been very much longer.

Tonight, she’s not taking you at home immediately after the game like she did the other times. Instead, she takes you with her in the lobby where the families are going after the games. There you met her friends, that you also appreciate very much too.

“Take it easy, Lucy, you’re going to hurt her.”

Alexia practically teleported to your side when she saw Lucy take you in her arms to greet you.

“I’m careful Capi, don’t worry.”

You smile at Lucy after she told you she was happy to see you again. You’re seeing many of Alexia’s teammates you haven’t seen since you returned to Barcelona. But your girlfriend never walks away from you, except to get you something to drink. And when you start to get tired, she sees it immediately.

“Do you want to go home?” she whispers in your ear.

You smile softly, letting yourself go against her. She passes delicately her arms around your waist and put her chin on your shoulder.

“You’re having fun, we can stay a little bit longer if you want.”

“How is your knee?”

“I’m fine, Cariño.”

She hums and keep you against her for a few more moments, kissing softly your cheek.

“Five more minutes and we go.”

“Alright Capitana” you smirk.

She snorts, pinching your rib lightly, surely not to hurt you. You can’t wait for your bruises to completely disappear, so that Alexia can start touching you again like she used to. Her love language being touching, you sometimes feel like she has to restrained herself.

That’s what you’re thinking about in her car when she takes you home. You’re thinking about it when you prepare yourself to go to bed too and when you’re in her arms in your bed you start to overthink it maybe a little too much. What if she never touches you like before, because all she’s going to see from you is this wounded woman? What if she finds someone else wit who she wants to share this kind of moment with? Alexia saw that you were a little lost in your thoughts when you came home, but she didn’t push you to talk about it.

You just have to look up to know what she’s peacefully asleep. Her face is completely relaxed, and her chest rises peacefully to the rhythm of her breathing. Yours is quite complicated, so you choose to escape her arms to take refuge in your balcony, hopping the fresh air will help you.

Sitting in a chair, you put your head in your hands, trying to collect your thoughts. Alexia promised to never let you down, but how can she be certain that her feelings will never change?

You don’t know how many times you are staying here, but Alexia’s voice almost makes you fall from your seat. You’re so surprised that you don’t understand what she says to you. You just blink at her as she’s looking at you with a worried look.

“You will freeze to death, come inside please.”

You take the hand she hands you to help you get up. And she wraps you in her arms in a protective way as soon as she closes the door. The warm of her skin makes you realize that you are, in fact, very cold.

“Were you trying to get pneumonia or something?” she asks, frowning.

“I couldn’t sleep” you mumble.

She sighs and she doesn’t have to say what she’s thinking. You already know that she’s not happy that you didn’t wake her. She doesn’t bother to tell it to you anyway.

“Do you need a hot shower, or can we go to bed?”

“We can go to bed” you sigh.

She seems upset and you hesitate to lye against her, but she takes you back in her arms.

“Did you have a nightmare?” she asks, some minutes after.

“No” you simply answer.

“Why couldn't you sleep so?”

“I don’t know.”

Alexia knows that you’re lying, and she hates it. But she doesn’t say anything, knowing that you will talk about it when you are ready. Some minutes passes before you talk again.

“I’m just scared” you whisper in the darkness of your room.

“About what?”

Her voice learns you that she’s not sleepy at all. Maybe she decided to stay awake as long as you’re not sleeping. She raises herself a little bit, to have a better look at you.

“Losing you”

Your voice is a whisper, but Alexia reacts like if you were screaming, almost jumping from her place in the bed.

“Why would you lose me?”

You shrug, but Alexia doesn’t have it. She looks at you, waiting for you to give her a proper answer. You take your time to choose your words, scared of starting a fight. You try to escape the real discussion once again.

“I don’t know, it’s just my insecurities I guess.”

“Talk to me, mi Amor. Please”

You look at her and sit down, feeling like you have to look properly at her for this kind of things. Alexia sits too, her beautiful eyes looking deeply at you.

“I’m scared to never be enough for you again. I’m not saying that I was at one time, but right now… What if you never se me again like someone… I don’t know how to say it without being cringe.”

You roll your eyes, tired of yourself. Alexia shows you once again how much she can be patient though, taking your hand in hers to interlink your fingers together.

“I don’t want to be your poor injured girlfriend for the end of our life. I want you to see me as someone who can take one of our long walk again, someone who you can do everything you want with. Someone you can touch the way you like without being scared of hurting.”

Alexia is looking at you closely, listening every one of you word with deep care.

“When I hurt my knee, were you seeing me like someone reduced?”

“Of course not” you frown.

“Well it’s just the same thing for me. I don’t see you as my injured girlfriend, I see you as the love of my life that I almost lost some weeks before.”

“But my body isn’t the same anymore, Ale”

“Your scars will only remind me everyday how lucky I am to have you and how much I love you. And I will kiss them everyday to remind me of that.”

Raising slowly her hand on your cheek, she starts to stroke it softly, but her eyes are full of love when she looks at you. Deep, sincere love. Then she kisses you before taking you slowly in her arms again, making you lye on her.

“You can sleep tight mi Amor. I’ll always be here.”

[realm-of-rosie]

💭 ways to develop productivity !!!

i. haikyuu [ tsukishima, kenma, bokuto and how they distract / motivate you ]

ii. fluff + scenarios / headcanons

iii. blog rules | masterlist

iv. ah studying, what i should be doing but i am instead fantasizing about studying. my quality time loving ass loved this HAHAHA also pretend i didnt use fUlL InTentIoN twice ok

[ tsukishima kei ]

"try again,"

"no thank you,"

"shrimpy - "

"don't shrimpy me kei!"

"i will shrimpy you as much as i want until you answer the question,"

"but i don't know anymore," you whine, "all the words and numbers are merging together in my head, i can't tell which is which anymore,"

"you know this one," kei insists, grabbing your face in his hand and smushing your cheeks together, "remember the mnemonic you made?"

he releases your face before reading the question again and at your blank expression, kei sighs, taking his glasses off to stare at you, eye to eye.

"one kiss for every right answer,"

"...what?" you gawk.

"if you get it right, i'll give you a kiss,"

you squint suspicously at your boyfriend and he casually wipes his glasses before putting them on, "would you really?"

"come find out," his voice is teasing and singsong in reply, waving the flash cards in front of you tauntingly, "i'll even ask a new question so you get a fresh start,"

"deal!" you stick your pink out, butterflies fluttering in your stomach when his own links with yours, "just know that i will be so disappointed if you end up lying to me,"

"of course not, never to you," with a clear of his throat another question comes - one you answered with ease at the prospect of a reward.

"see?" kei smirks, "you totally have this,"

"is that all?" you raise your eyebrow, laughing when he pulls you into his arms to press a soft kiss on your lips, his fingers holding you by the chin.

you pull away first to catch a breath, and when you chase his lips again, he tuts.

"the deal was one kiss," he whispers cockily while tracing your bottom lip with his thumb, "that was already one,"

[ kozume kenma ]

"ken, come on, i have to study," you sigh in half amusement, half exasperation because lord did you love your boyfriend but at this moment you wondered if murdering him was worth going to jail for x amount of years.

"so study?" he replies with a nonchalant tone, the clicking of the keys on his switch mixing with the music playing from your headphones.

"you're resting on my lap," you run your fingers through kenma's hair and you swear that almost purred in approval. you chuckle at that thought.

"and?"

"i don't have your concentrating skills,"

"and?"

you give him a deadpan look.

"oh, am i distracting you?"

"so help me god, i will smack that smirk off of your face if you don't get off of my lap,"

"alright, alright," he mumbles grumpily, curling up by himself in the corner of your bed still tapping away at his switch.

you, on the other hand, had slipped your headphones back on with the full intention to make it up to him once the project absorbing every ounce of your attention had finished, leaving yourself completely unaware of anything an everything happening in the room. fully immersed in the document in front of you, you began to work, slowly but surely slipping into an altered state of consciousness, and for a while, you were stuck in your work mindset.

well, that was before kenma snuck (there was actually no sneaking, you just didn't notice him move) into the nook in your desk beside your legs, giving you a mini heart attack when he suddenly leaned on your thigh.

you sigh, kissing your fingertips and passing it to him, in a way, by pressing them against the top of his head and patting him affectionately.

"just a little longer, ok? i promise,"

"take your time," kenma looks up at you with his ever observant cat-like eyes, "i just want to be close to you,"

"i guess i can't say no to you now," you tease, gently pinching his cheek and stroking it when he began to pout.

kenma leans into your touch and you tell yourself:

you totally could finish typing this with one hand.

[ bokuto koutaro ]

"one kiss,"

"bo-" you start to laugh uncontrollably when you lift your head to look at your boyfriend - with the full intention to remind him that you had 5 minutes left until your next break - and the poor little pet the two of you shared that he involved in his quest to distract you.

"we've both been very lonely," bokuto sighs, smushing his face against the small animal he held up and you coo at the expression it had. whether it was displeasure or otherwise, you weren't even sure.

"she's frowning at you," you tease bokuto, glancing back at the open document on your screen and frowning at the red line under one of the words on the word doc, immediately correcting the word.

"she is not!" bokuto gasps, facing your poor pet and kissing its little face, "see?"

there's a moment of silence as you reread the body of your speech, eyebrows furrowing together as you go over one line in particular.

"...you're not looking,"

"hm?" you glance at bokuto then back at the screen before back at your boyfriend's frowny face and droopy hair, reaching out to run your hand through his hair with guilt pooling in your gut, "i'm sorry love, i promise, just a few more minutes-"

you are interrupted by the beeping of your alarm, signaling that it was time for the 30-minute break between your study hours and bokuto perks up immediately, laying your pet in the small play pen you had in your work room at pulling your out of your seat, not allowing you even a second to protest before he hugs you tightly and twirls you around in a circle.

"you're free at last!"

[mari-the-bimbo]

Dorm mate Gojo: you fail your exam

A/N: Hi guys I’ve just failed my exam so here’s a coping mechanism with ya favourite boy 💗

You cry into your pillow, trying to even out your breathing. Your head hurts as you think about the words written across the exam result pdf.

Fail.

How could you have possibly failed an exam you put your all in? University is a bitch.

You can hear Geto in the kitchen, already chopping up onions, prepping to make you some comforting chicken katsu. You’re thankful for a friend like him.

You try to ignore the 6’3 figure standing awkwardly by your bedroom door in silence, but it’s hard to when he kept fidgeting with stuff in your room.

You look up to see Gojo already staring at you, hands in his pockets as he leans back into the wall.

“What?” You ask with a voice crack.

He sighs before sauntering his way across the room, finally towering in front of your lying figure.

He grabs the plushie that resided beside you and threw it across the room. “Gojo what the fuck” you say half heartedly, too tired to argue with the mischievous man.

Your arm that you had extended to grab your plushie back was then captured by Gojo’s strong grip, intertwining them as he drops next to you.

He gives you nothing but a cocky smile as he lays in that spot instead. His big, 6’3 figure tries to get comfortable on your small bed, his feet dangling from the end of the bed.

“Why cuddle a stuffed rat when you could cuddle me pea brain?” he says with a charming smile as he lays on his side to face you, his pale finger gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Hello kitty is a cat, not a rat you idiot” you mutter, making him laugh.

But then you’re caught off guard as the white haired man traps you into his arms, wrapping them around you snuggly. “Well Hello Kitty needs to know you’re mine” he replies. “and that I need to be here for my pea brain right now” he adds, making your tears well up once again.

He hears you wince, and was smart enough to realise you were about to cry again. He hums before whispering soothing words into your ears, soothing words you didn’t know he was capable of doing.

“That one grade doesn’t reflect your intelligence and abilities pretty girl.” He says as he rocks you back and forth. His one arm stroking your head, while his other arm stretched out to grab your phone and turn it off, so no nosy students try to ask about your grades.

You let yourself melt into the broad chest of your lover, engulfed in his warmth and occasional awful jokes.

“Your nose is getting snotty, so you want me to pick it for you?” He teases, as he pretends to put his pale finger up your nose.

“Stopp ~” you whine through the tears, but he laughs charmingly before rubbing your noses together and punches your cheeks affectionately. “You’re so cute snotty” he calls you, achieving a small laugh out of you at the new ridiculous nickname.

The day started to feel much better eventually.

Well, after Gojo and Geto finished spoon feeding you, insisting you are their baby.

And after a call with Shoko, who soothed your concerns but was also encouraging you to cheat on the resit exam 🫡

[caramelarchive]

🍪anon here! i had a little thought and it goes, L being jealous of misa having her hair brushed by reader and he acts as if it doesn't bother him but he hints at wanting his hair brushed (it was funnier in my head, my cats do this and I thought of L and Misa)

Little Kitten ╾ L, Misa

sigh. 🍪 anon you are my favourite. I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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"Y/N-chan!"

The high pitched voice is clearly Misa's. It's a nice voice, good for singing, but if you listened to it too long you'd go mad.

Misa stops in front of you, holding out a hairbrush with a smile. She tilts her head to the side. "Will you brush my hair for me?"

You hesitate for a moment then smile, picking the hairbrush out of her hands. "Sure." Misa squeals in delight and starts taking her hair out of its little ponytails, sitting down in a chair and turning her back to you. She swings her feet a little as you begin brushing through her hair.

It's quite pretty, blonde and shining gold in the light. Once you've gotten the few knots out, your free hand comes to stroke through her hair. Misa sighs.

"Thanks, pretty!" she declares, turning her head enough that one of her eyes can meet yours. "So, you know, Y/N, I was with Light yesterday and..." Misa blabbers on, her arms waving all around. You're sure she's annoying the Task Force, but nobody comments on it. So you just listen to the girl's triumphs and woes, continuing to gently brush through her hair.

About twenty minutes pass before you notice L sulking at his desk.

"Hold on, Misa," you instruct, pausing her part way through a tale about a grumpy waitress. She leans her head back, eyes catching the flourescent lights, and pouts a little. You give her a pat on the head and look back over at the head detective. "L, are we distracting you?"

"No," he says stiffly, glancing at you for only a moment before his dark gaze moves to the hairbrush, Misa, and back to his computer.

"..Alright, then."

The detective stuffs a chocolate in his mouth and seems to pout.

Misa laughs. "I think Ryuzaki wants his hair brushed, Y/N." There's a mumbled "do not" from L's direction. You shake your head and resume running your fingers and brush through Misa's hair.

"He'll have to come ask me."

Another 20 or so minutes pass. It's more peaceful this time, Misa only making the occasional comment as the sound of tapping at keyboards and rustling through files fills the room. Her hair is very soft, and your task quickly becomes more meditative than anything. You're getting really into it when there's a small nudge at your leg.

L's standing beside you, his shoulders hunched and head tilted down so he can stare right into your eyes, his hand outstretched to poke at your pants. As you watch, he slowly lowers himself into that 40% froggy sit of his, and looks up with big, bush baby eyes that ask "why don't you like me?" as he lets his head fall onto your leg.

Misa laughs again, and prudently prances off, going to annoy Light. L stays crouched at your feet.

He's too cute...

You sigh but don't protest. Couldn't if you wanted. "Alright then, Ryuzaki, on the chair."

His mouth doesn't bother quirking up into a smile, but his eyes seem to brighten as he straightens up and crouches back down, this time in the chair in front of you. L keeps turning his head to look at you, jumping when he sees you looking back, and turning his head away again. You put a hand on his shoulder and he's caught between freezing and falling out of the chair.

"Be still," you scold gently, and begin brushing his hair. It's much knottier than Misa's, and you're a little scared to guess when he last ran his own comb through it, but it seems clean enough.

Once you've tugged the knots out, it's quite nice, actually.

You start humming a little, your hand reaching up to stroke through the dark, raven-feather hair sticking up all over his head. L lets out a mix of a sigh and an "oh!" and his entire body shudders. You laugh.

He leans back slowly, bending his head so he can look up at you. You give him a little tap on the chin, then the forehead and smile. L's eyes close as your fingers massage into his scalp, the hairbrush neatening and smoothing out his hair.

His lips tilt into a smile too, eyes opening just a slit to stare sleepily into yours.

"Thank you, Y/N."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

[bestedoesmeow]

𝓬.𝓵 x reader

* You thought it would be a good idea to test out the kissing with pop rocks thing with your bf.

tw: kissing🫡

It was raining cats and dogs that day in Monaco, and the heavy sounds of the falling raindrops were all over the living room where you and Charles were lazily wasting your time. He was on his phone, scrolling through his Twitter feed, while you were tucked in a blanket watching Bob's Burgers, trying to keep your eyes open since it was almost impossible for you to with the relaxing sound of rain and Charles's steady breaths. Charles's one hand was rubbing your ankle with slow and regular movements, like he was trying to sing you to sleep. You let out a little smile before closing your eyes and placing your foot on Charles's lap to reassure him to keep doing what he has been doing for the past few minutes. He let out a brief chuckle before finally opening his mouth to speak after almost thirty minutes. '' Voulez-vous plus de cela huh ?  He asked playfully, locked his phone, and put it on the coffee table before starting to rub your ankles with his soft, solid, and strong hands. After almost three minutes, the lights went out, leaving you two in darkness with only the heavy sound of the wind and the rain.

“I'm going to get some candles from the kitchen; do you want anything?" He asked as he stroked your hair.

"Maybe the chocolate chips I bought earlier today." You said, switching into a sitting position. He kissed the crown of your head as he made his way to the kitchen. After almost a minute, Charles made himself comfortable next to you on the couch and placed the already-lit candles on the coffee table before handing you the paper bag of chocolate chips. He also had a little package in his hand; you took a bite from the cookie before letting Charles grab a bite.

"What's that in your hand?" You inquired, attempting to read the writing on the package.

"It's Pop Rocks; yesterday, when I was out to get groceries, I saw this near the cash register, and it made me remember my childhood." He said this before grabbing your cheeks and kissing them.

"Little Charlie used to have pop rocks a lot, huh?" You said before letting out a warm laughter. Thinking about Charles as a child always made your heart melt. He placed his arms at the back of the couch.

"Oh, Chéri, I was obsessed; my mother used to hide them just because I was refusing to eat any other thing." His pleasant laughter filled the room while you were playing with his fingers.

"I heard kissing while having them in your mouth is quite an experience," you said before raising your head from his chest to face him with a sideways smile on your lips.

"Oh, veux-tu que je t'embrasse?" Oh, how I'd love to do that. He said this as he slowly cupped your cheeks and rubbed his nose against your neck. For a split second, you forgot who you were. To feel Charles's nose on your neck and his consoling hands moving on your back was too much to handle. You grabbed his chin to pull him into an almost desperate kiss. Your lips were moving steadily at a rhyming pace, Charles's fingertips were moving around your bare skin under your sweater while his lips were working their way to your neck.

''Vous sentez si bon, amour.'' He muttered it under his breath before returning it to your lips, this time more seductively, harshly, and affectively.While melting under his touch, you never wanted it to stop; you always wanted to have him this close, feeling the warmth of his body, his lips, mouth, and hands. When you drifted away to take a breath, your thumb was still under his chin. His eyes were scanning every part of your face with loving intensity.

"Now that was one hell of an experience, that Pop Rocks," you said while Charles's thumb was traveling on your bottom lip, making you dizzy. He kissed them before pulling you up next to him on the couch.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. Your legs were trapped between his; he always did this whenever you were laying together. He said it was to keep them warm.

"Well, not anymore after I had that many Pop Rocks."

[lipglossanon]

Merry Xmas Everybody

shape shifter/wendigo!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, monsterfucking or I guess I should say monster sucking 😜, cock worship, dirty talk, condescending comments, light collaring

title from Merry Xmas Everybody by Slade

You’ve both returned from spending the day out at the local Christmas village, checking out the quaint little shops and stalls. It’s dark out now, and cold, leading Leon to snuggle up to you on the couch as if he’s not the equivalent to a blazing furnace.   

“Seriously, I’m gonna melt here,” you grouch at him, trying to pry him away from nuzzling into your neck, “just scoot over a smidge.”

“Uh uh,” he mouths against your skin, sharp teeth scraping softly creating chill bumps, “it’s cold. And besides that, I’m comfy.”

Huffing, you try one last time to push him away, but his arms quickly wrap around your waist, claws coming out to prick you through your sweater. 

“Stay still,” he rumbles, voice dipping into that low octave that has slick pooling in your panties. 

Pinning you to his side, he goes back to nuzzling and nipping at your neck. His claws dig into your skin enough to make you hiss but that only causes him to groan and gently bite your throat. 

“Been wanting to fuck you all day,” he whines, “but you said we had to wait til we got home.”

You laugh, “Leon, I wasn’t going to fuck you in a side alley in below freezing weather.”

“So that means in the summer—“

You snort out another laugh and he lifts his head up, horns shifting outward from his hair, squinting those catlike eyes at you. 

“Think it’s a joke, huh?” he smirks at you before grabbing your hand and pressing it down on the bulge in his jeans. 

Your lips part in a breathy sigh, eyes drooping as arousal floods your veins. He grinds your palm down harder and you feel as his cocks twitch against the fabric. 

“Maybe you should put your mouth to better use instead of running it,” he purrs temptingly into your ear, “make it up to me for having to wait all day.” 

Nodding, your mouth floods with saliva as you shuffle down onto your knees between his spread thighs. You’ve thought about sucking Leon off ever since you met him, but the opportunity hasn’t presented itself as he’s always so gung-ho to stuff your pussy with both dicks every chance he gets. 

“Such a pretty mate,” he grins, sharp teeth flashing down at you as he pulls his jeans and underwear to his thighs, leaking cocks freed for your greedy eyes and mouth. 

Placing your hands on his thighs, you lean forward and lick at the closest one, smearing precum all over your lips like some shiny new gloss. 

“Gonna take your time? Fuck, that’s so hot,” Leon groans spreading his legs as far as possible, “want help?”

You shake your head, “No, c’n do it.”

He chuckles meanly, “Oh, I’m sure you can.”

Whining, you part your lips and suck at the head of one cock before pulling away to do the same to the other. As you suckle the second head into your mouth, the first one kicks and drags a glob of precum across your cheek making your eyes flutter with a moan. 

“Like getting messy don’t you?” he mocks, “don’t worry, you’ll get that facial you’re looking for.”

Moaning even louder, you suck his cock further into your mouth. As you suck one, your hands come up to stroke and massage the other dick before you swap again. You try to fit both heads into your mouth, but since they’re too big, you can only drool and lick across their dripping slits, lapping up all the precum he’s leaking.

“My pretty, pretty mate,” he croons, cat eyes gleaming as his tail slips down to curl around your neck. 

Keening high in your throat, you sloppily suck one cock into your mouth while wrapping your fingers around the other, jerking him off slowly. His soft tail tightens like a collar around your neck. 

“Come on, show me how good you can be,” he purrs, sharp teeth grinning at you, making your skin prickle with want.    

Mewling, you let yourself get even messier, drooling and licking all over each cock, dragging your mouth up and down both thick lengths as you kiss and suck the blood hot skin. Both tips weep precum steadily, kicking and throbbing against your lips and chin, smearing a sticky mess across your cheeks. 

He chuckles and grabs the cock not stuffed in your mouth to smack across your hollowed out cheek, “You seem to really like this.”

You hum in agreement and pull off with a wet pop to let him feed the other cock into your mouth with a groan. 

“Suck me off,” he growls out, tenor low and strange making your nipples ache, “and while I’m creaming that wet little throat I’ll be covering your pretty face with a nice thick load.”

Moaning unabashedly, you eagerly bob your head faster, working your lips and tongue all down his dripping length until the tip kisses the back of your throat. With a soft gag, you pull off to catch your breath, only to quickly repeat yourself, being more mindful of your limit. 

His big hand easily wraps around his other big dick, allowing him to jerk off in tandem with your messy blowjob. With a rumbling snarl, he snaps his hips up once.. twice.. and spills deep into your throat as he coats your face with his thick, sticky cum. 

You have to pull off with a cough, cum dripping all down your chin as you try to swallow what you can. More of his sticky cum spurts from each tip to coat your lips and chin. He snakes his hands underneath your arms and pulls you up into his lap. 

“Oh, now this I like,” he coos sweetly, “my little mate showing everyone who owns her.”

With a shiver, you grind down against his leg, “Leon, please.”

“Okay, okay,” he clicks his tongue and you catch a hint of animal skull around his eyes before he smiles at you, “let’s get you cleaned up and then I wanna eat you out til you squirt all over my face. Return the favor.”

He winks at you and with a laugh picks you up bridal style to carry you to the master en-suite bathroom. 

[gojoux]

『 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 』

— 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄

· Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

· Summary: He found a kitten on the street during winter. Little did you know, you and Gojo are about to become the cat's parents.

· CW: 1.8k // Fluff.

𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

Looks like I'm going to make a mini-series out of this Snow White universe haha ≽^•⩊•^≼

Your hand pulls your coat tighter to your body to shield yourself from the cold, snow-covered winds, and an umbrella with a transparent canopy where you could see the snow falling clearly on your other hand.

The weather is freezing cold. Tiny snows are falling from the cloudy sky, covering everything in white.

Your heart feels warm when you see the sight not far from where you stand, and a small smile of adornment appears on your face.

Gojo was kneeling on the snowy ground, a few snow sticking onto his pants, while he held his own umbrella.

You know that he can sense you, yet his attention is focused on something in front of him, and you walk closer to see what catches his attention.

“Oh, you found a tiny kitten.”

You kneel down as well to take a better look at the small animal inside the box, shivering from the cold. Its fur is covered in snow, and coincidentally, it matches the winter snow and... the hair of the boy beside you, whose gaze is focused on the kitten.

“Hmmm?” He finally looks at you. “I suppose I did.” He turns back to look at the kitten, reaching his hand out to gently scratch under its chin. “Aren't you cute?”

He puts his umbrella beside the box and picks up the kitten with his two hands. He did so gently as if he feared it was going to break like an old antique ceramic.

The small, white kitten rests in the palm of his hand, its tail curled around his index finger. The kitten nuzzles into his hand, purring. In a gentle voice, he shifts to you slightly, “Do you want to pet it?”

“Yes, please.” You smile at the sight of how tiny the kitten is in his hands. You reach your fingers to feel the furs that are dusted by snow. “It's so cute.”

The kitten makes a small meow, its paws wriggling as you scratch behind its ear. He watches the interaction closely and chuckles at your praise, his hand carefully adjusting the kitten in his palms.

“You're a softy, aren't you?” He teases, looking at you from beneath his glasses. “Kitten suits you.” He gently strokes the top of the kitten's head. The kitten purrs louder, snuggling into his fingers.

“I think it fits you.” You smile, silently pointing out how the kitten's fur matches his hair, snow white.

Gojo raises an eyebrow at you with a teasing grin, his gaze falling on the kitten in his hand. “Are you implying that I'm cute?”

You look at him with a ‘really?’ look while your fingers are still stroking the kitten's fur. The kitten presses its head into your hand, closing its eyes. It purrs loudly, enjoying the way you run your fingers through its fur.

“Your reaction tells me exactly what I need to know.” He chuckles quietly. “You think I'm cute.” He shifts the kitten into the crook of his elbow.

There's no use in entertaining him, might as well agree with him anyway. “Think as you wish.”

“I can't leave it here in the cold, I think I'll bring it with me.” He looks down at the kitten again. “Also, I don't see a mom cat anywhere.”

‘How long has he been here to know that?’ You think to yourself.

“You should. It's still so tiny... I'd feel bad if we left it here alone in the cold like this.” You nod in agreement as you look at the kitten in pity.

He gently scoops the kitten up in his palm, cradling it against his chest before grabbing the umbrella and rising to his feet. “I'll have to keep it in my dorm room tonight.”

You also stood up, your eyes shifting from Gojo to the kitten. “We're going to the dorm, right? We could go together.” He offers. “Yeah. I'm heading back anyway.”

“You're really going to keep it, right?” You take a look at the kitten snuggling close to him while you both walk side by side.

He lets out a small laugh as the kitten nuzzles against him. “I think I can't abandon it after all of this, and it's too cute to leave behind.” He looks down at the kitten once again, his eyes filled with affection.

“Besides, it suits me.” He glances back at you with smirk on his face, reminded from your words earlier.

“It could use a bath, too, and probably some warm milk.” He murmurs to himself, his eyes looking fondly at the kitten. You can't help but smile at the sight.

After a few minutes of quiet, comfortable walk and some talks in between, you've finally reached the dorm. You both put your umbrellas aside before going inside.

Gojo unlocks the door to his dorm room and opens it, still holding the purring kitten in his arms. He takes a step to the side to let you in first.

“Is it okay?” You ask first since you've never been inside his personal room.

He nods. “It's fine, don't worry.” He sets the kitten down on the floor, where it immediately starts exploring the room. The kitten purrs as it sniffs around Gojo’s belongings, examining the room with interest.

“Welcome home,” He says quietly before putting his bag on the shelf, gesturing to you to do the same.

You sit down on the small carpet on the floor near his bed, your eyes looking at the kitten in awe. “It's so cute.”

“It is cute.” He grins, crosses the room to join you on the carpet, and sits down next to you, also watching the kitten. “I think I have a new roommate.”

After a moment, the kitten turns its head and glances at Gojo. It meows once, its tail curling around his leg. “It likes you.” You admire how clingy the kitten is around him.

“Seems like it.” He pats the kitten behind the ears as it rubs against his hand. “It's a keeper, then.” He glances at you.

“Do you have any name suggestions?” He gestures toward the kitten, who has begun pawing at the carpet.

“Is the kitten female or male?” You ask back. “Can you already tell when it's still so small? It looks less than a month old.”

“Hmm, good question.” He glances at the kitten once more. The kitten rolls on its back, exposing the fur of its belly. Gojo's hand immediately reaches forward to rub its belly.

You take a closer look at the kitten's private area, trying to identify the places of the kitten's holes. “I think it's a girl...” You murmur, noticing that they're close to each other.

The kitten meows at you, rolling its paws around. “You think so?” He takes the kitten to his gentle grasp.

“Let me take a look.” He leans in closer. He examines the kitten's body, where the kitten's private area is located. The kitten wriggles against his hand, mewing more loudly.

He looks up at you, “Well, what do you know? It’s a girl.” He let the kitten go on the carpet. “It seems you know your cats.” He strokes the kitten's head and back.

“So... Any suggestions for a name?” He asks again.

“Are you trusting me to name the kitten?” You ask back again.

“Why not?” His brows raise subtly. “Can I trust that you’ll give me a decent name?” The kitten rolls onto its stomach once again, mewing faintly.

He pets it between the ears, his hand gently stroking its small head. “I trust you won't fail me, or this kitten.” He looks at you again.

“Mmm...” You think for a while as you look at the kitten who is being petted by him. “How about... Koyuki?” You suggest.

Koyuki means ‘small/little snow’. Fitting for this tiny kitten with snow-white fur you both find this winter season.

“Koyuki... Koyuki...” Gojo rolls the name on his tongue, repeating it a few times. He gives a small nod. “I like it.” That settles it.

“This is Koyuki.” He picks up the kitten once again, this time holding her in both hands as he admires her closely.

“What do you think?” He asks the kitten in front of his face. The kitten gives him a meow in front of his face as if she approves of the name.

You both laugh at the sight, absolutely adoring this furry baby even if you just met her not long ago. “I suppose it's settled then.”

He stands up and sets the kitten down on his bed. “From now on my dorm room will belong to me and Koyuki.”

Koyuki hops from his hold and rubs against the bed sheets, purring as she does. “Well, I guess she's claimed her spot already.”

Your smile widens, despite the cold weather, this sight makes you warm. “I think I'm attached to this little girl.” You stand up to pet Koyuki again.

“I hope you don't mind if I visit your room from time to time.” You look at him hopefully.

He grins playfully at you. “I hope you don't mind if I spoil my little friend here.” He looks at the purring Koyuki.

“But of course, you're welcome to visit whenever you want.” He leans back on his bed, crossing his arms. “Though I don't know why you'd visit a guy's room so often.” He teases playfully.

“Besides, Koyuki seems to like you too. You have her approval.” He remarks, chuckling softly.

“Mind you, I'm visiting her not you.” You pout at his words, focusing on petting Koyuki.

“Of course, of course.” He smiles widely at you. “Koyuki is the real star of the show here, after all.” He crosses his legs, looking over at the purring cat.

You both watch as Koyuki continues her playing, rolling onto her back. The kitten lets out a loud meow, stretching out her tiny paws and legs.

“Right. We need food, a water bowl, a litter box, toys, a warm and comfortable bed, a cat tower, a scratching board...” Gojo starts to ramble off a list of items the kitten would require, contemplating the list of things he need to get for Koyuki.

“You're coming along.” He adds. He let Koyuki play on his bed before standing up. “I can't leave her alone here with all the important stuff we need to buy.”

“Alright.” You walk towards the shelf to grab your bag where you put it earlier. “Let me just go to my room and change from the uniform. You too.”

He follows you to the door to open it for you. “Text me when you're done, yeah?”

“Of course.”

He holds a hand up to wave you a short farewell as you walk towards your room, and you hear the door closed after a few steps away.

Looks like you and Gojo are about to get closer because of Koyuki.

Gojo is a cat person, that's a fact, because I said so >:)

[eyebagshawty]

Heads Will Roll (Haunted House AU)

Pairing: Actor!Astarion x Actor!F!Reader

Summary: It's a typical night working at Death Clutch Manor during the busiest time of the month; the week of Halloween. While our dear Tav is finishing up her makeup to scare some patrons, her "vampire" coworker has another thing in mind.

Warnings: Fake gore, biting, blood kink, pocket knives, SMUT (mdni!!!), oral, fingering, p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), sort of public sex but not really (please message me if more warnings should be put in and I will update accordingly)

Other Tags: situationship to lovers, fem!reader, basically crack but make it sexy, alternate universe, Gale is a sassy and upset manager, Shadowheart is tired

Word Count: ~3.2k

A/N: This is my first fic in a while, and probably the first nsfw fic I've ever done. Please be gracious, please enjoy, and happy (early) Halloween!

"Quit hogging the palette Tav, I need my eyes to look like a void and quickly or this helmet isn't going to work," Shadowheart exhaled, looking over at you with an exasperated expression. You looked in the mirror at your face, painted stark white with green ooze dripping out of your mouth. You took one more dab of black face paint and stroked it in messy lines around your eyes, handing the palette over to her.

"I don't even know why Withers insisted on me being a possessed woman. It's kind of an exorcist knockoff? I don't know it just feels silly on me, and a bit corny at that."

"He's basically ancient, of course his taste for the costumes we wear would be as well. I mean look at me, what even is a dark justiciar?" She popped in her green sclera contacts, put on her helmet, and scowled at her reflection; a weird version of a knight with dark blood dripping out of the helmet eyesockets, along with stiff dark grey armor and medieval weaponry. You shrugged and looked to the provided straightjacket for your costume. How did they even put these things on in the 1900s? I should commit myself to a mental institution for even trying to figure out this stupid mess.

Shadowheart's head perked up at a knock on the door. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, looking over at you with her finger pointing in her mouth in a gagging motion. You stifled a giggle. "If it's Gale don't even think about coming in we're naked -- or I'll make sure Withers schedules you on Friday," she half-yelled in a monotone voice.

"All the better darling, maybe I can help my dear sweet Tav into her straightjacket while you weep about your dreadful costume in the break room."

A furious blush crossed your cheeks. You were dreading coming into work today, hoping to curl up at home with a hot chocolate to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre while you cuddled with your cat. Now you were truly dreading coming into work because Astarion was here. You met him at the beginning of the month during auditions for the haunted house, and you had also been fucking him ever since. You weren't quite sure if there was something more between you, any proverbial strings attached, but you were racked with anxiety every time you were around him. Your feelings for him had only grown over the month you worked together, and now that Halloween was upon you, you didn't want what you guys had to end.

You sighed and opened the door to his smug grin and wiggling eyebrows. He looked good tonight, dressed in aristocratic victorian clothing, with a velvet cape cascading down his back. His red contacts made him look paler, the grey contouring stick giving him gaunt cheeks and dark circles under his eyes. His platinum blond hair was slicked back, and his fangs were just peeking through his smile and poking into his bottom lip. You stared at the latex-made holes in his neck, wishing it were real. You wanted him to bite into you, to drink from you; to be marked as his in an eternal bond.

You were staring. You snapped out of the haze, cheeks blazing and looking back up to his face. "What do you want Astarion? The tour starts in 10 minutes and I really can't figure this thing out." You tried to look nonchalant, you really did. Astarion let out a hearty laugh and grabbed one of the straightjacket belts, lacing it between his fingers.

"Well my treasure, I have come to offer my services. Perhaps we could go to the mens dressing room and I could help? In more ways than one of course." He makes a show of looking to your cleavage, pushed up inside the skintight leotard you'd pulled on for comfort. He looks back up to you, and his eyes soften a bit. "Only if you'd like, of course. I'm sure Jenevelle here would be more than happy to lay down her morningstar and help you into this torturous monstrosity as well," he finished with a light giggle.

Shadowheart, leering at you both during this decidedly strange interaction, scoffed and got up from her vanity chair. "First of all, don't call me that. And second, whatever it is that's going on right now? Leave me out of it. I'm gonna go see if Karlach has a monster for me to down before these customers suck the life out of me. And for godssakes, please lock the door." She swiftly shimmied away from you and Astarion and down the hallway. He closed the door and locked it with a soft click.

As soon as the click had reverberated through the room, his lips were hard pressed into yours, teeth and plastic fangs clashing together. He rubbed your sides and walked you over to the vanity counter before breaking away, breathing heavily and close to you. His breath smelled like cinnamon. "You know I always enjoy our little trysts my dear, but I think it shall be exceptionally fun in this crazy get up Withers picked out for you." You looked up into his eyes with a soft smile, your entire body feeling warm at the prospect of getting laid where you could so easily be found out. As he moved the black tresses of your wig to expose your neck, the thought of him marking you made a thought pop into your head -- and not a particularly comfortable one. As he leaned in, you pressed your hands to his chest with a sense of apprehension.

"Astarion, I need to ask you about something," you said, voice unusually quiet.

"Whatever about? Did I do something wrong?" His eyes widened and he moved to back away from you, but you held him in place with your legs which had unconsciously wrapped around his waist.

"No, no you could never do something wrong in that way to me and you know that," you stroked his cheek with your forefinger, "I just wanted to talk about us. Where we stand I guess." His brows furrowed, and you went to smooth out the creases with your thumb, nervously biting your lip. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I've... how do I put it... fallen for you? You always know how to make me laugh, you're unreasonably out of my league, and well, we've grown really close lately. I can never stop thinking about you, and I care about you. Deeply. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but the month is almost over, which means work is almost over and I just wanted to-"

He silenced you by pressing his lips to yours. It wasn't fueled by passion and lust this time, but something softer and pure. He cupped your cheeks with warm hands and pulled away, looking at you with a vulnerable expression on his face. "I don't think anybody has wanted more with me in a while. Because of my devilishly good looks," he let out a nervous chuckle, "I've only really had one night stands without a promise for something real. But with you it's different. I find myself thinking about you, wondering what you're up to when we aren't scheduled together, hoping you're thinking about me." He interlocked his fingers with yours, stroking the pad of his thumb over your shiny press-on claw which you had just put on not 15 minutes ago. He looked at your joined hands and smiled to himself. 'I like you a lot, Tav. I love, well, this," He gestured with his other hand between you two, "And I want it all. I have fallen from great heights for you as well."

Your body felt like it had reached 1,000 degrees after his confession, eyes wide and lips parted. You couldn't believe somebody as beautiful (and sassy) as him could want something more with you. Holy shit holy shit holy shit I am telling Karlach about this immediately, you thought to yourself. You looked up at him with heavy lashes, a short puff of relieved air pushing past your lips. You looked at the clock next to the door and rolled your eyes, your lips pulling into a dopey smile. "This is good. Great, even. I wish we could keep talking, I really do, but you know Gale is gonna yell at us if we aren't there before the tour introduction. Can you please help me into this thing?"

Astarion scowled at the door then looked back into your eyes. He delicately grabbed one strap of your leotard, pulling it down your shoulder. He brought his mouth right next to your ear and whispered, "You know my sweet... I don't really care what boot-muncher Gale thinks. I'm hungry for you, absolutely starving." He nipped the shell of your ear lightly and you let out a shuddered breath. He stayed still, awaiting your response.

You brought your finger up to twirl a strand of his hair at the nape of his neck and whispered back, "You know, you can feed on me tonight if you'd like." He groaned softly and pressed his body deeper into you, getting impossibly close as your legs tightened around his waist.

"Oh darling, I thought you'd never ask."

He leant down to your neck and softly bit into it, suckling and soothing the pain with his tongue. You gasped grabbing onto his shoulders with your claws lightly digging into the velvet fabric draped over them. As he licked and sucked at that sweet spot in the crook of your neck, his fingers deftly stroked, pinched, and twisted your nipple. You brought up a hand to your mouth and let out a muffled cry of his name.

He pulled away and grabbed your hand back down to your side. "No no no, my sweet, there will be no secretive noises tonight. Now that we can truly be together I want everybody to hear everything that passes through those luscious lips of yours. Understand?" You gulped and nodded eagerly at him, your pupils blown wide in wanting for Astarion. Your Astarion.

Instead of returning to your neck, he gave the nipple that wasn't being touched attention with his mouth. He licked and sucked as if you held the nectar of the gods inside each breast and he was praying for a taste. You let out a loud, breathy moan, and he smiled smugly against your nipple. "Good girl, always listening to what I ask of her."

During this moment, booming echoes of the haunted house's tour introduction rang through the room. You could hear Gale announce every word. "Hello esteemed guests! It is my honor to welcome you to the Death Clutch Manor; the house of rot, where pure souls and joy come to decay, and the haunted fiends rise from the ashes to induce your terror," Gale let out a nervous but wicked laugh the next room over. These walls were a lot thinner than you thought.

Astarion moved with open-mouthed kisses down your body, traveling lower and lower until he reached your clothed pussy. He looked up at you, eyes half-lidded with a lazy smile, and tugged down the rest of your leotard.

"Star, are you sure we should be doing this? We could so get fired," You said as you nervously eyed the door, then looking back down to him. He kissed the insides of your thighs, coaxing another soft moan from you.

"Since when did you start calling me Star? I'm quite fond of it," He mumbled as his thumb started to rub slow circles into your clit. You whimpered, holding back more searing moans as they sizzled in your throat.

"I just, mmh, I-," You started. but you could barely even think. Two of his fingers had entered your folds, pumping deep in and out of your pulsating cunt.

"Use your words darling, talk to me," he cooed, leaning his head down to nip and suck at your thighs as his fingers continued.

"I always thought you reminded me of a starry sky, and it, fuck, it fits with your name-," You cut yourself off with a loud cry as his lips latched around your engorged clit, fingers reaching places they never had before as you opened yourself up to him.

You could hear the tour slowly moving away from you, Gale saying something about Jergal possessing some woman, and then gasping offendedly. "Well well well, it looks like our resident poltergeist is hiding from us. Perhaps in the rafters? Beneath the floorboards? Be sure to keep your eye out, for she could strike at any moment."

"Well, my moonlight, I don't think I could come up with a better nickname. It's like we're meant to be. This cunt is made for me, that's for sure," Astarion asserted. His fingers kept speeding up, his tongue working artfully around and on your clit. You were getting close, your whimpers and cries bouncing off the walls. Surely the patrons couldn't hear you…right?

With his free hand, Astarion slipped out a small pocket knife. Throughout the times you two had been intimate, he knew blood was what got you going. A bit odd, but to each their own, he thought, a mischievous smile spreading across his face as he continued to eat you out like a man starved for a year.

"Moonlight, you're mine, yes?" He asked as the blade flipped open. He looked up to you and his fingers paused their movements.

"Yes, fuck my star I want to be forever yours. Please keep going," You urged, desperate for the release you knew only he could give you.

"Lovely," He whispered to himself against your clit. His fingers resumed their motions, his free hand with the knife cutting the smallest letter A into your upper thigh. It wouldn't scar, and he of course would never truly cause you pain.

You screamed his name like a prayer as your orgasm crashed into you with the weight of a freight train, your pussy tightening around Astarion's fingers as he coaxed you through it. The sweet sting of the cuts coupled with the fact that his literal first initial was on your thigh for anyone to see had pushed you far over the edge. He moved over to the small cuts and licked them clean, getting another soft whimper from you.

You body relaxed against the vanity mirror, your head left in a daze. Astarion stood up from his position between your thighs and licked each digit clean of your slick. He kissed you again, and you tasted the sweet tang of your arousal from his lips, whimpering softly into his mouth. You pulled away and moved to stand up, yet his hands braced your thighs down against the countertop. "And where do you think you're going?" He said, his voice gruff and filled with lust. Now that he was standing, you could clearly see his own arousal pressed hard against his slacks.

"Well I figured you might want something too before we, you know..." You looked down at his clothed cock hungrily. Astarion lifted up your chin and kissed your nose.

"Now my moonlight, we can't let all that prep work go to waste. Besides, I need to feel you around me as soon as possible." His pupils were blown wide with lust and hunger. His hand came to rub your side again, stroking circles into the soft flesh. "Besides, all these screams from the patrons are nothing compared to the sound of my name, cried from your lips." He gave you a hard, passionate kiss, biting down lightly on your lower lip. You opened your mouth, moaning when his tongue slipped in and fought yours for dominance. He won of course, and let out a sultry groan as his tongue lovingly explored the expanse of your mouth and throat. You pulled away fast.

"Gods, please just fuck me." You helped him out of his shirt, kissing every inch of skin you could find. You could hear Gale off in the distance mumbling angrily into the mic. Something about 'where that damned vampire' was. At this point, you could care less if Gale found you two out. At least he would know that you were wholly Astarion's, and he was not going to share.

His cock sprang free from his underwear as he pulled it down and off his legs, standing bare before you. You licked your lips as you saw a fat drop of precum leak out of the flushed red tip. He came closer, the tip of his cock pressed right to the entrance of your folds. Your hips softly jolted forward, eager to be filled up. He kissed both of your cheeks and gazed down at you, red eyes filled with affection. "You're the first person I've ever truly cared for," He whispered, then gently pushed his length into you, filling you up inch by inch.

You both moaned together as he bottomed out inside of you. He kissed you gently as he waited for you to adjust to his size. When you were ready for him to move, he began gingerly thrusting into you, your walls pressing around him in a warm embrace. Out of all the times you two had sex, this was the most vulnerable he had ever been with you. You moaned at the thought, basking in his affections.

He began to thrust harder, gradually getting faster as he pulled out completely and then slammed all the way back in. He placed a hand on your neck as he moved, his thumb swiping in up and down motions. "Say my name moonlight." He began hitting that sweet spot, the one he knew so well, earning a breathy scream from your lips.

"Astarion, please Astarion, I'm so close I-" You released another loud cry as his cock began hitting your cervix. The coil in your stomach was wrung tight, ready to snap at any moment. His movements were growing erratic, his cock twitching as he kissed you wherever he could. Devouring you.

"Come for me, my love."

And with that you let out a loud string of curses, the band snapping as your vision went white. The fluttering of your walls around him was too much. "Paint me 'Star, please." He quickly unsheathed himself from you and released his seed all over your torso. He moaned, his cheeks flushed red as he covered you in every last drop.

You both breathed heavily together, barely getting over the high you'd just experienced. Nothing would ever compare to this moment and many more to come. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, your face paint smeared almost completely off. His mouth was covered in the white greasy paint, the green ooze mixing with it to create a light green color. "Let's get you all cleaned up before necklace-chewer finds us. The tour's over I think."

He gingerly wiped you clean with the fabric of his cape, giving your stomach a kiss when it finally looked spotless. You smiled at the show of affection, he was always good with aftercare but now it felt better. Special. Loving. He helped you down from the vanity countertop, your legs trembling as you got your bearings.

There was banging on the other side of the dressing room door, along with a very furious Gale. "Come out you two, right now. You've embarrassed our credibility as a haunted house completely for the years to come!" Jumping, you fumbled into your leotard, Astarion groaning at the sound of Gale's voice. He swiftly pulled on his slacks and shirt, the collar unbuttoned and rumpled.

"Come off it bone boy, Tav here was feeling sick. I was helping her," Astarion yelled. You both heard a string of curses and grumbles of your names. You giggled, pulling on a pair of jeans as well before collecting yourself and opening the door. You coughed and sniffled, hoping you could pull off Astarion's lie.

"I'm sorry Gale, I think a kid sneezed on me yesterday. Astarion was just getting me water and some Advil, I promise I'll rest up tonight and be ready for tomorrow." You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. Astarion smirked as he leaned against the recently warmed countertop, shrugging at Gale's miffed expression.

Gale looked down at you, your hair messed up and bruises littering your neck. He huffed, face flushing red as he looked anywhere else. He was grateful you couldn't see through the skull paint, quickly adjusting the bow tie on his tux and running a hand over his slicked down hair. "Fine. But if you get sick again I'm gonna have Withers cut your pay until the end of the week." You squealed and gave him a platonic hug, Astarion's expression instantly souring.

"Thank you thank you thank you you're the best manager ever!" You bounded past him and out of the employee exit, waiting for Astarion by your car so he could continue 'tending to the sick' as he had put it.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Our Girl

Pairing: Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Seresin

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Minors interacting with this work will be blocked.

Notes:...Idk, my brain spit this out.

No physical descriptions, no use of y/n. Also not beta-read. Because it never is.

Warnings: Fluff; established relationship; explicit sexual content - overstimulation, fingering, implied threesome; dirty talk

Summary: Your hand slides from Bradley's neck, down to grasp insistingly at his forearm, rolling your hips into their hands before they can ask if it's too much—if you need a break, a breath, some water, something.

You do, but first you need this—release.

You always think that you know when they've each had their fill. Somehow, you're always wrong.

As Bradley pushes himself off of the creaky motel bed, murmuring something about grabbing a washcloth, Jake fills the space between your legs. His mouth presses to your heated skin of your neck. You can't help but suck in a gasp as his fingers smooth along your slick, aching clit, your thighs still trembling from his and Bradley's ministrations.

You whimper, hips rising up to meet the unhurried warmth of Jake's touch, head tipping to the side to give him more room—to kiss, suck, mark, whatever he likes. But he tips his chin up, whispering, "Relax."

Your body drops like a stone against the bed, and you suddenly realize that you've been holding yourself stiffly, still tensed from the rock of your last orgasm, not loose and boneless as Bradley had been for a few moments. You preen at Jake's hum of approval, and the tender peck he drops to your cheek.

"Leave her alone, Hangman."

Bradley gives the order almost lazily, with no heat. Jake hums, fingers still stroking up and down and up again with the lazy rhythm of a cat flicking its tail.

"She can take it," He argues, nose trailing the line of your jaw. "Our girl is just sensitive."

Our girl. It warms you, turns your insides to goo every time. It wasn't something they'd called you right out the gate.

"We've been neglecting her," Jake adds, "You've been lonely without us, haven't you, pretty baby?"

You nod, sliding your hands up to comb through his closely-cropped hair, grinning as the rake of your nails against his scalp makes him purr like a freshly-tuned engine. You turn your head, nuzzling his temple as his fingers continue to draw aimless figure-eights on your tender flesh.

"Haven't been neglecting her these last couple'a hours," Bradley argues. You feel the bed dip as he settle down, hear the plop of his setting the damp washcloth onto the bedside table. You don't tell him that you don't want anything like that going anywhere near your body after he put it there. God knows where it's been, what's it's touching now.

You just reach up, blinking your hazy eyes at Bradley as you lift a hand from Jake. You wrap it around the back of Bradley's neck, giving it a gentle tug, and grinning as he curls over you obligingly. He plants a hand on the mattress beside your head, lips brushing gently against yours. He hums softly, giving you another peck before he leans back just a little to hold your eyes.

"You really miss us, sweetpea?"

You nod, cock-drunk smile widening as Jake grips your jaw, making you nod a little harder.

"See that, Bradshaw?" He presses, glancing back at Rooster as his hand drifts down to rest lightly on your neck. "She missed us."

"I did, Bradley," You murmur, watching as Bradley's hardly-contained amused irritation melt to fondness as his gaze flickers from Jake to you. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your heated cheekbone.

"We missed you, too," He murmurs, smoothing his hand down your body. Your eyelids flutter, head tipping back against the pillows as Jake's fingers spear into your cunt, Bradley's taking on the steady swipe over your clit. Your hand slides from Bradley's neck, down to grasp insistingly at his forearm, rolling your hips into their hands before they can ask if it's too much—if you need a break, a breath, some water, something.

You do, but first you need this—release.

Jake hums approvingly, dropping kisses to your neck as he drives and curls his fingers, chuckling as you whimper, your thighs twitching as you ride the delicate line between sensitive pleasure and pain. You flinch, mouth dropping in a moan as Jake leans back just enough to gather and send a drop of spit gliding over your pussy. The slip of Bradley's fingers picks up, your whines and wails rising as Jake sweeps his tongue over one of your hardened nipples.

"Fuck," You breathe, breath and hips hitching as pleasure coils in your belly, "I—Oh, gosh."

"I love her like this," Jake coos, "You see her? See how we scramble her pretty little brain?"

"Do you ever stop talking?"

"Think we can make her cry?" Jake presses on, ignoring Bradley. "Remember last time we made her cry? Must'a been Reno."

"Few months ago now."

"Mhm." Jake lifts his head, and you can just barely make him out, see the way he and Bradley watch your squirming body. "So fucking soft for us that night. I think she would've let us take whatever we wanted."

"Would've." It falls out of your mouth unbidden, but you can't help it. You're riding their hands toward that high, sensitive and shivering as they drive you closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers tighten around their wrists, nails biting into their skin as they push and push and push—

"Would've," Jake repeats in a chuckle, nodding, "I bet. Think we can get her there again?" His gaze darts to Bradley, a mischievous smile on his lips, "All loose-lipped and loose-legged?"

Bradley doesn't answer Jake. His lips are pursed, his tempo lagging as he drags his gaze back to yours.

"You want that, sweetpea?" He murmurs, gaze searching your face. You nod hurriedly, pushing down against them and shoving your hips into their touch.

"Please," You breathe, "Please, Bradley—Wannit, please—"

Your trembling plea makes Jake chuckle, but you can't bring yourself to care. You can hear it, too. You can feel the way your tongue is too heavy to push the words out right, your body too consumed by them, their needs, to tell them properly that you want it. But you do. You want them to ruin you, to leave you as a husk, a puddle, a mess from their kisses, their touch, their tongues, their cocks.

Bradley doesn't laugh. Bradley smiles and dips his head, pressing a kiss to the hinge of your jaw, murmuring, "Alright," With a nod. "Whatever you want, sweetpea."

You shiver, hips lagging in their bounding as you cum with an aching slowness, your jaw dropping, your mouth loosing a yowl of shock as the waves of your orgasm crest and roll over you. Jake hums, fingers still curling and pressing as he urges, "Relax." It makes your body drop to the bed all over again, sucking a greedy breath into your lungs. Bradley's fingers still before lifting away, patting your thigh gently, fingers slick and smearing against your heated skin. Jake draws his fingers out of the clutch of your cunt and cuddles in, nuzzling against your neck and smoothing his hand over your belly. It's a moment before Bradley is following his lead. He strokes over your shaking thighs, pressing kisses to your neck as you yawn widely.

"We tiring you out?" Jake teases.

"Yes," You answer flatly, grinning as Bradley chuckles against your skin.

"Complaining?" Jake adds. You smile, raising a hand to grasp his jaw and tip his head up to look at him.

"Not for a second."

Bradley hums, sliding a leg over yours and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"That's our girl."

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[kingofthe-egirls]

Hello! Could you write trafalgar x reader where trafalgar just want to fck y/n using his tongue and finger and nothing else? Hehehe.

I've been looking for that kind of au but i can't find any. Please?

Thank you if you ever write it. 🤗❤️

omg yes don't mind if i do

SPEAK: LAW x Y/N

(cw: kitten/kitty nickname, soft dom!law, sunburn, Master nickname for Law, pussy slaps, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation)

(a/n: "Pain Management" by @thus-spoke-lo has fantastic Law smut!)

Songs: "Jenny" by Walk the Moon, "Hot Pot Commander" by WEDNESDAY CAMPANELLA

words: 1.2k

Law's staring at you again.

You can feel his gaze like cold iron on your spine. You shiver, and stand to take a shower. The Polar Tang is surface-side, bobbing slowly in the waves as the rest of the crew get in some much needed sunshine. Vitamin D is a scarcity, as part of the Heart Pirates.

Law follows you.

He sets his News Coo down on the crate beside him, uncrossing long, snow leopard legs as he stands. You swallow, pretending not to see him out of the corner of your eye, or hear him pad softly along the hallway after you. He's sneering, you can tell.

"Shambles."

Suddenly, the air is a sieve and you're no longer standing on your own two feet. Law has repositioned you in his arms, bridal style, and is shortly kicking open his office door to lay you down unceremoniously on his scattered desk. Papers and charts crinkles under your weight.

"Wait, Law--!"

"Shut up," he hisses, smile curving his luscious lips. He skims his slender, slightly cool fingers up the sides of your legs. His tattoos are shadowed in the room's dim light. Your captain is leering at you like a jungle cat. You shrink, under his gaze.

"I was gonna--," you start to protest, start to say you haven't shaved, you're dirty, your deodorant is at least a day old--but Law hushes you with a finger to your lips. He shakes his head.

"Lemme take care of ya, kitty cat."

You close your mouth, your teeth clicking as your jaw shuts. Law is wearing his yellow hoodie, sleeves rolled up over his jeans.

He sets his hat down behind him on the chair, before kneeling in front of you. "Always teasing me," he murmurs, curling his fingers into the elastic waistband of your shorts. They're soft, and sorta see-through.

You scrunch your nose. "Not on purpose--,"

"Mm hmm," he tuts, tongue rolling smoothly over his bottom lip. His eyes are a deep brown, swirled with chestnut and chocolate. He smells like spearmint. "Speak when spoken to, kit cat."

Nervously, you nod.

Law's dom persona is sweet, if condescending. His punishments never truly hurt, and his rewards are always worth their weight in gold. His hair is scruffy, and you gingerly reach out to touch it.

He allows this, smiling with his eyes closed. He tilts his head, letting you scratch through his sweaty scalp.

Law slides his hoodie off in a smooth, fluid motion: pulling it over his head with one hand. His skin is slightly pale, still not used to the sun, as you stroke the sunburns on his cheeks, his nose, his shoulders. The almond honey has been tinged cherry red, and you coo over the slight flakiness of his poor, sunburned skin.

Law swats your hands away.

"I'll put aloe on it later," he says, gruff. He never likes when you fuss over him, the solemn doctor much preferring to fuss over himself. You smile, rolling your eyes slightly. But you don't speak.

Good girls get rewards.

Law smugly stares at you, almost baiting you to speak first. You roll in your lips, waiting for him. He nods, once, before sliding your shorts all the way down your legs. "Good kitten," he says, pressing kisses up your thighs as he settles between them. You shove your own shirt up over your tits, and he snickers. Law palms at your sensitive breasts, swiping at your hardened nipples with a dexterous thumb.

"So, my little girl's always so good at taking Master's cock," he hums his filth into the skin of your inner thigh, long lashes drifting dark above his angled cheekbones. "Let's try something new."

Law wastes no time in spreading you open, two fingers splaying out your pussy lips as he surveys you with a predator's eye. He licks his lips. "So pretty, kitten," he praises you, before bowing his head to start licking his way inside you. You arch, moaning as your doctor pleasures you.

"C-captain!"

Law stops.

You clamp your mouth shut, the nickname having sprung from your lips full force and uncontained.

Law tuts, shaking his head from side to side.

"I thought I told you the rules, kitten," he smacks your pussy harshly, once. The sting is slightly sharp, but the clenches that follow are soo sweet. You croon, biting your lip to keep quiet. Law rubs your vulva, placing his palm over your mound to try and soothe the sting.

"Next time I won't be so kind," he warns, arching a sharp eyebrow.

You nod, sweet as can be, before spreading your legs wider and letting him dive back in, face first. Law laps at your clit slowly, steadily, as he takes his time with you. Law has already spent hours upon hours mapping your body, seeing what sounds you make and why. He's perfected the art of making you orgasm, studying you like his favorite toy. You let him.

Law wraps his arms around your legs, lifting them higher so he has better access to your slit. He plunges his tongue inside, swirling it around as he slurps up your juices. Doesn't take much for him to get you sopping wet--especially when he's like this.

Your captain takes care of you, circling his thumb on your clit, pressing hard and then laying off, over and over again as he tongues at your g-spot. It's not long before you're cumming all over him. His beard is soaked with your slick, and he quickly stuffs his long, slender fingers inside you to start fluttering at your velvet walls. You clench, over and over again, as you shiver through the release.

You gasp, stuttering out his name. "L-Law!!!" You don't care if he slaps your cunt again, it feels good anyway, and you're tired of holding in your sounds. Law snickers, but doesn't stop.

His fingers crook up inside you, swiping at the spot inside you that makes you cum. His lips suck at your clit, wrapping around your button with soft plushness that you can never get enough of. He hums into your slit, speeding up his fingers as his lips increase their suction. He plays with you like he's a fucking vibrator.

"Nngh--fuck!" You squeal, curving forward around your lover's head. His tongue is smacking and slurping at your sensitive bud, stimming you all the way to the edge and over. You're pushing him off you with both hands, without even thinking about it.

"Sweetheart?" Law asks, eyes wide. He's panting, and so are you. You shake your head, but just so he'll let you catch your breath. He strokes his long hands over your shins. His touch is sweet, soft as snow. Slick from your arousal, too.

"Sorry," you hiccup, breath slowly cooling down with your racing heartbeat, "Overstimmed."

Law nods, before standing to scoop you up in his arms. He sits back in the desk chair, scooting his hat over to the side. He sticks it on your head, all soft and fuzzy, as he nuzzles your face with his nose. You sigh, leaning into his shoulder. "Thanks, daddy."

"Love you, y/n-ya," and then, "Good job."

"Master's proud?"

"So proud of you, sweetheart." His nicknames usually bear the callousness of his sweet condescension, like a rose-red wine, but now he says them with sincerity. They slip down your throat like honey, and you swallow up as much as you can.

"Shower," you mumble, and Law quickly shambles the both of you to the ship's bathhouse.

[makeyoumine69]

Hi!!! I just love your work! I was wondering if you could write a scenario with Daddy Bateman as a cat boy and w/ a lactation kink?~

My little Meow Meow

◥ PAIRING: Daddy!CatBoy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: One day you forgot to feed your sweet catboy, so he came to you in the middle of the night to get the meal he deserved.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │Patrick has sharp fangs, Daddy kink, Praise Kink, Lactation kink, Breeding kink, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, body worship, dirty talk, pet names.

◥ WORDCOUNT: Around 1k

◥ A/N: Okay, that was very sudden, but I hope you like it. Thank you, dear anon for making me so horny and inspired. Also, many thanks to my dear @tres-spades-hotel for proofreading! 🥰

◥ LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓

A needy, purring noise echoed near your ear as you tried to roll over, seeing your sweet dreams, lying on Patrick's king-size bed.

"Mmm, Patrick ... what is it?" you asked, feeling his furry ears tickling your face as he moved closer and hugged you from behind. "Did you have a bad dream, or do you want something?"

Of course you knew what he wanted, but you couldn't miss a chance to tease your sweet catboy, especially when he was so needy.

Bateman purred again, nuzzling your neck and nibbling a little, causing you to whimper and cling to his arms that were wrapped around your waist. "You fell asleep early and I didn't get my meal! "

Patrick sounded slightly angry, but when you turned to face him and cupped his cheeks with both hands, his expression immediately changed as he rumbled with pleasure. You could see his sharp fangs biting his lower lip.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy." You ran your fingers through his soft hair before pulling up your top and letting him press against your heavy boobs. He greedily put his mouth around your taut nipple, making you moan from how sensitive it was. "Ahh, I didn't want to leave you hungry."

"Mmm, I know, Mommy." He devoured your milk greedily; you thought he was going to drink it all. "It's so delicious, mmm ..."

Whimpering, you hugged his neck and felt his long, big tail brush your hip as it wrapped around you like a snake, not allowing you to move. You moaned even louder when Bateman used his white teeth on your peak as he tried to suck out as much milk as he could.

"Oh, Patrick ... a-aww, your teeth are so sharp, aah," you gasped again and again, trembling in his grip. He had to calm you down with gentle strokes of his fluffy tail as he moved it between your legs, rubbing against your soaked panties. You almost cry out from how aroused you were. "Daddy, p-please."

"Mmm, what do you want, honey?" He released your swollen tip, little drops of your milk flowing down his perfectly sculpted chin. "Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?"

You just nodded and watched him shift position, kneeling between your legs as he spread them wide, almost diving between them. A loud wail almost escaped your twitching lips, but you held yourself back, so afraid of waking your beloved little child who slept in the next room.

"You look so beautiful when you open up for me, sweetheart."

Patrick purred against your skin as he peppered your mound with light pecks, working his way down until he reached your underwear. Swiftly, he pushed it aside and slid his heated tongue into your soaking pussy, twisting it inside you to hit all the right spots he knew so well. 

"A-aah, Gosh ... I'm going to explode, Daddy ... it feels so ..."

"So amazing?" He tugged on your clit with a squelch and traced his tail against your belly. "Go on, honey, I want to feel you tremble in my arms."

Passionately, Bateman planted a wet kiss on the inner side of your thigh before continuing his assault on your throbbing cunt, lapping at it as mercilessly as he consumed every drop of your milk. He was literally relentless. 

With all the strength you had left, you stifled every nasty sound trapped inside your chest as the friction of his tongue against your little nub became unbearable. You could do nothing but claw at his perfect hair, accidentally touching his furry ears as you cummed vividly all over his face, seeing nothing but stars dancing before your dazed eyes.

"G-God ... mmm, yes, Daddy ..." You arched your back, not even noticing that you put your legs on his broad shoulder, letting him devour your pussy even more intensely. "Mmm, p-please, fuck me ... use me, Patrick, take all of me … I beg you!"

You almost cried, silencing yourself with a trembling hand. You felt his firm grip on your waist as he rolled you onto your side and cuddled you from behind. Impatiently, Patrick pulled down his boxers, stroked himself a bit and poked at your wet entrance, smearing your flavour around his engorged tip. 

"Fuck, you're so tight." He put his forearm under your head so you could lie on it while he slowly but deeply pounded into you. "Mm-hm, you always take me so well, sweetie."

Biting your lips, you closed your eyes from the total bliss of being so full. His thick dick stretching you more and more with each thrust, sliding further and further until it hit your cervix.

"A-aaaw! Daddy, please ... I w-want you to ..."

"To put another baby inside you?" Bateman almost growled, hooking his tail around your leg to lift it higher and spread you even wider. "Oh, fuck ... you're such a perfect Mommy."

"Yes! God, yes ... please breed me again Patty ..."

"Shit, you're so thirsty for my cum ..."

Ramming harder into you, he wrapped his arms around your trembling little form, covering you in his embrace like a blanket. Damn, he was so strong, so warm and possessive, your pussy was pulsating just from the way his heavy breathing was scorching your sensitive neck. But when you felt his soft finger pad rubbing your blushing clit, you couldn't stop yourself from falling into the abyss of pleasure. Your inner walls were squeezing his cock and spurring him on to fuck you so raw through your orgasm that you almost passed out.

"Yes, baby. Just like that ..." Patrick pulled you closer, holding you in his arms as you shook too hard. "F-fuck, I'm going to pump this little pussy ... mmm and make you pregnant, you'll always be mine, honey ..."

His voice wavered, his whole body tensed like a string as you felt his warm seed filling you from the inside until it started to leak out of your abused cunt and stain his perfect sheets, but he didn't care because your little quivering frame was all that mattered.

[oceanlipgloss]

FREAK

SATAN.

+ warnings: implicit mentions of sex, strong language.

+ female mc, feminine pronouns.

Haircare.

A meaningless routine, a dumb thing. Angels burn Hell, humans burn incense, and haircare burns time otherwise better spent.

Rewarding someone with a kick brought about glee to their hearts. That wouldn't take a minute.

Ripping an angel's miserable head off their neck rid the world of one more revolting creature. That took even less.

So why the Hell did he find himself sitting before a mirror—time after time, night after night—as the woman in his lap wove a brush through his hair, her warm body pinning him to a velvet chair?

‘Haircare,’ she had once told him.

Haircare, huh?

Haircare his ass.

Still, that didn't mean he was against it; because fuck, he liked this—her closeness, the caresses of the brush, having her all to himself. He liked being with her. She dyed his heart with something redder than fire, but sweeter than anything else; kind of like one of those little chocolate hearts wrapped in red foil: stark on the outside, sugary when one takes a bite.

They could look at the long hair of a ‘freak’ like him and think, “goddamn, it's all tangles.”

Yeah, that was right until it was wrong. After all, it looked so lovely, his hair. He had the best hair ever—soft, rosy, silken. Made hands tingle, itch to bury themselves in the luscious softness just to delight in the feel of it.

They could think a ‘freak’ like him wouldn't want fine bristles stroking his tangled locks and unravelling their harsh knots.

Better take a second guess—a wild guess. He liked that a lot. It felt nice to be cared for.

He may have thrilled at the sight of her body melting into a sugar-puddle under his, yes. But as much as he liked to have her delicate neck in his hands, as much as he loved to watch their veins flare blue with popping definition in response to his strength—

Some didn't know; ‘freaks’ like him can be so damn soft, too.

When hot baths turned his hair into a pink mess, there wasn't really much—anything—to complain about, because such an entanglement only meant that he would get to stay with her for a long while, sit back and watch her gently take the snarls apart.

The glittering focus in her eyes was so fucking pretty. Staring at her was such fun. He enjoyed how his gaze visibly scraped her nerves with its intensity—like nerves were nothing but molten candy, dry and stuck to a pan.

Proper haircare was daunting. Silly. He had to use a lot of stuff—shampoos, conditioners, oils, masks—and do so many things.

Or...maybe not. Maybe he didn't have to do anything.

His perfect lips were curved into a cheeky grin. She even thought she saw his blood-red eyes glow, like those of a cat's in the dark—perhaps even captured the desires in his thoughts.

Of course he didn't have to do anything. All he had to do was lay in his bathtub, preferably with her in his arms. All he had to do was teasingly admire her as she did all the hard work.

They didn't imagine that a ‘freak’ like him liked it when she brushed his hair, but liked the weave of her fingers through it much more.

+notes: writing this piece was a process of decision-making. It was the first time I write two different versions of a fic and have to decide on one of them. I couldn't quite do that, so I ended up stitching them together instead. This is because albeit how I had the idea about two months back, I only managed to figure out how to write it less than a week ago—but then I got stuck again, and put it away. When I retried my hand at it, I ended up with a new second version.

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+ AO3 POST

[amysnotdeadyet]

Meowpheus

the lovely @aderynrrowntree requested Dream/Hob Meowpheus aka Dream shows Hob kitty form, and thus these 500 words are for them!

Hob woke panicked, jarred from sleep by a feeling like he was being suffocated, only to find himself lying beneath a truly enormous cat.

"Mrr-up?" said the cat, blinking eyes full of stars. It was black as nothingness and fluffy in a way he hadn't expected, with a ruff of thick fur and a tail like a banner waving in the air languidly.

"Fuck me," groaned Hob, laughing at himself. "Dream?"

The cat settled heavier on him, though somehow he also could breathe better once it did. "You said you wanted to see me."

Hob grinned down at him, stroking fingers through fur as soft as clouds. "I always want to see you, myn lykyng, but yes. I was very curious about the King of Cats."

Morpheus butted his head against Hob's chin and began to purr as Hob's fingers found a good spot. "I forget how easy everything seems in this form."

"Do cats have simpler stories?" asked Hob, putting both hands to good use now that he knew petting was allowed and welcome. He even risked a kiss to the wide, flat space between Dream's ears, finding that he smelled like fur and ozone and a hint of exotic spices, like he'd been rolling around in a storm without getting wet.

The purring intensified, echoing now as though several cats were purring at different speeds and registers. Fortunately, Hob was used to Dream losing track of reality a little when he was extra happy.

"Mmmmyes. Cats don't overcomplicate things," said Dream, making the words somehow a part of the layered purrs. "Unlike humans."

"Or anthropomorphic personifications," shot Hob right back, because he'd never met any human person half as complicated as Dream and his siblings. "Especially the dingbat one, whose name we shall not speak in my bed."

Dream shook his head and let out a chuffing, musical sound that Hob realized was laughter.

"Don't think I've ever made a cat laugh," said Hob, pleased as anything.

Then he spluttered as a large, scratchy tongue licked up from chin to nose and very deliberately over and into his mouth.

"I'm not just any cat," said Dream, with as much dignity as he could while also entirely melted over Hob.

He gave a big stretch, all the way to his individual toes, and Hob couldn't help but do the same. Well, after he wiped the cat spit off his face, anyway.

Hob risked another kiss to the top of Morpheus' soft head, rubbing his lips and then cheek against the short fur. He'd never felt anything like it, not even the downy black fluff that served as hair for Dream's usual form.

"It's a good thing I don't have an actual cat," said Hob, inhaling the cat-scent deeply, trying to fix it in his memory. He used his hands to scratch and massage along the sharp jawline, feeling this longer fluff and knowing he'd forget the sensation like a dream. "They'd never measure up."

Morpheus started to purr again.