#kitten!reader

[bunnis-monsters]

It’s late and I started thinking about baby kitten hybrids and how their little tummies get all round when they’re full of milk… OHHH MY BABIES 💗 SO FULL OF SOUP

I think kitten hybrids are a lot smaller than baby pup hybrids. When they’re newborns, they’re about the size of your hand. When they have a human mother they can sometimes be a bit bigger.

Cat hybrids as a species are very connected to their families and their colony, and a lot end up staying close to their mother’s side through their life. Even if they find a mate, your kitten will always be your baby and come back to mama for love and reassurance.

They will always see you as their mother, even when they’re fully grown and living on their own. They’ll never stray far, because you’re their home!

MY BABIES 💗💗💗

[whinesandwhimpers]

puppy!johnny being selfish during sex and owner!simon immediately picks up on your sad noises and pulls johnny off, grabs his jaw roughly and scolds him on neglecting the kitten before simon pushes him away and settles between your legs.

"'s'alright, kitten, I'll take care of you, my good kitty," he coos, large hand on your cheek as you nuzzle against it and stare up at him with wide eyes, before he turns to johnny. "bad dogs don't even get to watch. go sit in the corner and face the wall."

[loveharlow]

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ PRETTY LITTLE BIRDS

JJ Maybank x Kitten!Reader [ more jj content ]

SYNOPSIS & WC ‧₊˚ [2.7k] Where your boyfriend just can't help how beautiful you are...or what you do to him

WARNING(S) & A/N ‧₊˚ slight dom!jj, slight sub!reader, sort of heavy smut, unprotected sex, scratching, biting, mentions of sex related injuries/blood, dirty talk, reader has jj's initial tatted on her, reader has abnormally sharp canines

YOU STIR SLOWLY, the afternoon sun a warm weight upon your eyelids. No memory clings to the moment sleep claimed you on the worn sofa of John B’s living room. Instead, the gentle press of fabric against your cheek and a blanket draped across you are the first whispers of awareness. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you rise, the material cascading down your back, a quiet groan your only protest.

"...'Mornin', sleepin' beauty." A familiar voice drifts from behind you. Unmistakable, belonging to none other than your own boyfriend.

"Mm..." You rub the sleep from your eyes, still half hunched over, one hand a steady anchor on the worn cushions. "Is it really morning or are you joking?" The question is a low murmur, thick with lingering slumber.

JJ simply chuckles, a warm sound in the quiet room, as he rolls a blunt on the far end of the sofa. His gaze, a silent caress, follows your form as you finally sit, stretching with a slow, luxurious grace. Unbeknownst to you, his hungry eyes trace the curve of your shoulder, the delicate valley of your back he longs to explore with the lightest touch of his tongue, and the tattoo. God, the tattoo drives him crazy.

What impulse had led you to brand your lower back with his initials, 'J.M.', surrounded in tiny, whimsical sparks? He had no idea. Yet, the sight of it stole his breath almost every time. Your untamed spirit was something he doubted he'd ever grow tired of. If he was honest, these spontaneous acts might just be the death of him.

He remains lost in his silent adoration until you turn, the plush blanket gathered around your hips, your still-sleepy gaze meeting his own, which remains fixed on the small of your back. He remains frozen, a half-rolled joint suspended between his fingers. "...J?" Your soft voice calls his name, and the sound alone sends a shockwave through him.

What did he do to deserve you?

Dragging his eyes from your lower half, his eyes meets yours. "Hm? What was that, mama?"

"The time...?" You reiterate, a delicate brow arching as you turn more fully to face him.

"Oh, right." He snaps back to the present, tapping his phone on the cluttered coffee table beside him. "It's only six, sun's goin' down soon." He tries to focus, completing the roll of the blunt and placing it on the ashtray. "You hungry? Kie dropped off some food."

You simply shake your head, a soft yawn escaping as you rise fully, stretching your arms above you, balanced on the tips of your toes.

JJ is forced to blink, to look away for a fleeting moment, otherwise his composure would surely crumble at the sight of you.

"C'mere." JJ's voice is a low drawl, shifting on the couch to widen the space between his outstretched legs. "Y'been sleep all day. I missed you..." He cooed as you drifted towards him, draping your legs over his, straddling him. His hands find your waist, then drift lower, softly cupping the curve of your bottom.

"...'M sorry, J." The words are a tired murmur, your voice still laced with sleep. One of his hands gently caresses the exposed skin of your back, ocassionally circling the slightly raised texture of your healing tattoo, tracing the 'J.M.' until it creates a clear picture in his mind. "You know I just get sleepy..." You apologized, leaning your head upon his shoulder, your fingers threading through his sun-kissed hair, lightly scratching his scalp. You tilt your face to look up at him, only to find his gaze already upon you, that familiar, adoring look.

"'S okay, pretty girl." He reassures, his hand moving to caress your cheek as your eyes meet. "I like watchin' you. You look peaceful."

You hum softly, shifting in his lap. "I am." Another yawn, revealing a hint of your unique smile, the one you dislike but he adores. He especially loves the way your sharp teeth graze his skin when you try to muffle your moans against his neck, or when you accidentally bite down on his lip while you're kissing like no one else is around. He loves every part of you. Yet, every part of you also ignites a fire within him. A junkyard of desires — images of everything he wanted to do to you, dreamed of doing to you, and things he'd already done. And your next words did nothing to help.

"All my dreams always have you in them."

It was as if you knew what you were doing, yet the innocence swimming in your wide eyes suggested otherwise. Here you are, still draped in the remnants of sleep, being an absolute sweetheart, and he can't get his dick to stand down.

"...I love you. Y'know that?" He whispers, his breath warm against your cheek as he traces its delicate curve.

A small giggle escapes you at his words, and you press yourself closer against him. "Yes. You tell me all the time."

"Mm." He hums against your ear. "You're beautiful. Do I tell you that all the time, too?" He presses, the hungry glint in his eyes intensifying.

"Sometimes..." You answer shyly, sensing the subtle shift in his demeanor. "...Mostly when you're fucking me, though."

His brows furrow slightly, his neck tilting back to look at you more fully as you lie nestled against him. "That's not true."

You knew it was a lie. JJ has made it his mission to remind you of the beauty he sees in you – not just in the bedroom, when he'd whispered in your ear or against your skin. He wanted you to know that you were his walking angel.

And now, with you straddling his lap, those large, sleepy eyes gazing up at him with such unwavering innocence, trust, and love – JJ felt his heart swell. And his desire, unbidden and insistent, stirs beneath his worn denim.

He cups your face in his calloused hands, his rough thumbs brushing softly over your cheeks as he leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

"...I tell you every day," He murmurs, his breath mingling with yours as he pulls back just enough for his lips to still graze yours as he speaks. "Because it's true. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. My beautiful girl." A blush warms your cheeks at his words, and you dip your head shyly, but JJ will not allow it, tilting your chin back up with a gentle finger. "And I'm never gonna let anyone make you feel otherwise. Y'hear me?"

The possessive undertone in his voice sends a delicious shiver down your spine. You crave this fierce devotion, this unwavering declaration of your preciousness in his world.

"I love you..." You whisper, your hand trailing down his clothed chest, finding the frantic rhythm of his heart beneath your fingertips.

JJ's heart clenches, a sweet ache, as he pulls you to sit up, his gaze holding yours as you now hover above him, your hands entwined behind his neck. He draws you closer, your bodies molding together, and you cannot ignore the insistent pressure against your thigh. "I love you, too." JJ whispers, his tongue tracing his lower lip. "Every damn part of you..." He breathes, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving past your lips as if starved, desperate for the taste of you.

A soft moan escapes you, your tongue meeting his in a languid dance as you find yourself instinctively grinding against him. His arousal strains against the confines of his jeans, twitching with each subtle movement. Your fingers tighten in his sun-bleached hair as your own inhibitions begin to unravel. JJ's hands roam your body, a possessive exploration, his fingers pressing and kneading every inch of exposed skin.

The soft sounds of your lips meeting his fill the quiet room, the feverish exchange making the air thick with unspoken desires.

Finally, to your reluctant dismay, JJ breaks the kiss, only to quickly tug at the hem of your loose-fitting shirt, his desperation to feel your bare skin against his own a palpable thing. Simultaneous heavy breaths escape your lips as JJ yanks your shirt over your head and tosses it aside, using one hand with practiced ease to unfasten your bra.

His blue eyes sweep over your exposed breasts, his pupils dilating visibly. "Fuck." He sighs, his hands leaving trails of fire as they glide over your waist, rising to cup the fullness of your chest. "Look at you. Just perfect..." You arch into his touch. "Too perfect."

"J..." A soft whimper escapes you, your hips pressing against his as your fingers dig lightly into his scalp.

"Talk to me, baby." He coos, his head dipping to kiss your neck as he waits for your whispered desires. "What d'you need?" He murmurs against the delicate skin of your throat, his teeth grazing you lightly – an action that sends your head falling back, a stifled moan escaping as your hand grips the worn fabric of John B's couch.

"I need you." The words are a breathy plea, your head thrown back as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Your sensitivity is a delicate landscape he knows intimately, and he never fails to explore every contour, every point of exquisite vulnerability.

"Good girl." He smiles against the crook of your neck. And before you can fully register the shift, a small yelp escapes you as he rises from the couch, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. He carries you down the narrow hall to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him before gently lowering you onto the soft mattress.

Your hair fans out around you on the pillow as you watch him above you, stripping away his own shirt before grasping your ankles and drawing you down towards the edge of the bed. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm as you watch him remove your shorts, tossing them carelessly across the room before crawling over you.

Your breath catches in your throat as his mouth begins a slow descent between your breasts, each kiss a burning brand, tracing a path lower until his lips hover just above the place that aches for his touch – his warm breath a tantalizing whisper against your most sensitive flesh. He looks up at you briefly, his blue eyes dark with lust, before his gaze returns, and he wastes no time burying his face between your thighs.

The moan that tears from your throat is involuntary as his mouth claims you. The warm, wet velvet of his tongue explores every hidden crevice, every delicate fold. The sounds of his devotion fill the small room with each flick and swirl.

It would not surprise you if the entire Cut could hear the strangled cry that escapes you as he slowly slides a finger inside, curling it within you, a gentle pressure before another joins it, their rhythm a slow, deliberate dance.

With each curl of his fingers, each tantalizing flick of his tongue, each gentle suction, you feel the slickness gathering beneath you, the tide rising, pulling you closer and closer to the precipice. The rhythmic contractions of your inner muscles must signal your nearing climax, too swift for his liking. Abruptly, the exquisite torment ceases, a frustrated groan escaping you as he pulls his face from between your trembling thighs, withdrawing his soaked fingers.

He balances on his knees above you, your naked form splayed out beneath him on his worn mattress. His hands make quick work of the last barrier, his shorts joining yours across the room. He settles between your thighs, his hands sliding beneath you, drawing you even further towards the edge of the bed.

He hovers above you, his length a stark promise, hard and slick with anticipation, a bead of precum tracing a path down your stomach. One hand wraps around your thigh, holding you captive, while the other takes hold of his desire, smearing the clear liquid over the smooth head and down the rigid length. His tongue peeks out from between his lips as he strokes himself above you, a heavy sigh escaping him before he stills, aligning himself with your yielding entrance.

"Hey," JJ's voice is a low, husky murmur. "Look at me." A command, gentle yet insistent, your eyes flickering between his and the place where you yearn to connect, a desperate attempt to anchor yourself in the storm of sensation.

A small, knowing smirk plays on his lips as you obey, your wide eyes filled with a raw longing. He leans down, his wet lips finding yours, a feverish claiming before he pushes into you, stretching you open around his thick form.

A gasp escapes you as the kiss breaks, the hand that guided him now cupping your face, your foreheads touching in a silent communion. He continues his slow descent, stopping only when he is fully sheathed within you. "Kiss me." He whispers, his breath warm against your lips, his damp hair brushing your face. "Kiss me while I fuck you stupid." He doesn't wait for your response, slowly withdrawing only to plunge back in, and you arch your neck, your lips meeting his once more.

JJ sets a steady, torturous rhythm, thrusting deep and hard, the worn mattress protesting beneath your intertwined bodies. The sounds of skin against skin, your escalating moans, and JJ's occasional guttural cries fill the small space. His pace quickens, a primal hunger driving him, chasing the shared precipice. He wants to witness your unraveling, to draw every last drop of pleasure from you.

With his increasing intensity, your control over your voice, over the tightening of your inner muscles, begins to slip away. Your hands find purchase on his back, the closer you drift towards your own release – one hand tangling in his sun-bleached hair, tugging with a desperate need that only fuels his fire, the other clawing at the smooth skin of his back, making his desire impossibly harder as he continues his relentless assault.

"There you go." He moans against your ear. "Let go, baby. You're okay." He coos, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, lifting you slightly as he sits up, pulling his face from yours to gaze down at you. "I got you." He whispers, fucking you onto himself.

Before you fully comprehend the shift, your back arches off the bed, a wave of pure sensation washing over you, your legs locking around his hips as JJ continues his relentless rhythm, riding the crest of your release. It is not long before his own climax approaches, his thrusts becoming impossibly faster, a frantic surge before he stills, buried deep within you, filling you completely.

You both gasp for breath as JJ collapses onto you, slick with sweat and the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. A deep sigh escapes you as you turn your hand, a warm, slightly sticky residue clinging to your fingertips.

"Oh, shit." A frown creases your brow as your eyes find JJ's back – a canvas of old and startlingly fresh scratch marks, the newest additions beading with tiny droplets of blood.

"It's fine." JJ mumbles against your chest, already aware of your silent remorse, the faint burning sensation blooming across his skin. You always feel a pang of guilt in the aftermath, seeing the tangible evidence of your passion.

"I'll try and stop..." You whisper, as JJ pushes himself up and off of you, rising to gather your discarded clothes from the floor.

"Don't." JJ says, tossing your garments into the wicker hamper by the door. "I like it. And I like that everyone else gets to see it." He smirks at you from across the room as you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him. "Plus," He laughs softly to himself, pulling a pair of faded shorts up his legs and grabbing one of his clean t-shirts for you. "I like returnin' the favor." His eyes linger on the village of teeth marks and burgeoning hickeys adorning your neck and chest, a visible testament to his own fervent affections.

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©loveharlow

[dionnesthedoll]

ANON LIST <3

[obxcc]

okay but thinking about meeting john b after him and sare break up and she like goes back to topper for a little bit? you’d never met him before— only heard the stories about the adventures the pogue got himself wrapped up in. you knew your dad would have a fit if he ever found out you were hanging around him , but when he came up to you at some boneyard party , you couldn���t ignore him.

and after talking for a while , getting to know each other— something beyond easier than you ever expected , you saw a flash of blonde hair and john b’s eyes dart straight to it. “oh , are you— um , are you and sarah still…” you stuttered , ears burning at the embarrassment of flirting or trying to flirt with another girl’s boyfriend.

“what? no , no. nah , me and sarah broke up,” john b shook his head , pulling himself back into the conversation with you. he didn’t care if sarah was there. he didn’t care if sarah was there with topper. “what about you? i don’t gotta worry ‘bout a boyfriend comin’ after me , do i?” he joked , nudging you with his elbow and a smile.

“no,” you laughed, “i— my dad doesn’t let me date.”

and those words alone get john b a little excited. you’re now something he wants to spend his time on because it’ll distract him from the breakup , and it’s a bit of a challenge.

but when he’s actually putting in the work? he realizes he fucked up because now he has it bad for another kook girl. but whatever because your mouth may have said you don’t date , but your tits spilling out of your top said you at least fucked.

[starfxkrinc]

ok finally ranking my girls thickest to thinnest

lamb - shes just. short and round just all fluff with big huge eyes and round cheeks and lowkey its crazy that bambi can handle all that. the type of thick where her mom made her feel bad for having boobs.

kitten - pudgy for sure, even at her lowest is never really thin just like. healthy. cant get too skinny without looking like a bobblehead. the type of thick where she woke up one day and had ass and titties.

pup - mostly seems like shes kinda skinny but thats bc she rarely eats good meals. once she does tho….nothin but ass. its like damn when did all that come from and its literally just the fact that she had a nutritious meal

bunny - mostly kinda slim but shes not like skinny either like…nice thick thighs and a nice ass but shes like def slim thick. just enough to not scare rich people.

kai - shes like very athletic so shes like thinner but toned with muscles bc shes a #surfer. but shes not all muscle bc she spends so much time swimming and such she eats a lot

foxy - also kinda tall so yeah shes pretty thin. cant seem to gain weight faster than she loses it so shes always like rightttttt in the middle. shes kinda narrow too! has lovely legs.

bambi - just tall and gangly like plz. shes stronger than she looks but shes also like 6’0 so yeah she looks and is skinny. with her little triangle titties she likes to be shirtless bc of it.

[lustnluv]

based on my last post and my favorite reader: pouges interacting with said reader

puppy!reader and jj gets along so well and feed off of each other. the reader is the one who knows when they’re being too much though and has to reign in herself to stop jj if no one else is around. kie and sarah absolutely adore her. the three of them are on the beach saving turtles together and making each other seashell necklaces because of course. pope at first overstimulated but get used to reader and their antics and they have some stuff in common. cleo is very overprotective of the reader and thinks of her as a little sister that she loves being around and showing her knife tricks to the dismay of jb.

wolf!reader has been friends with the pouges for as long as jj had. kie and jb have been pushing them together for the longest and legit threw a kegger when it happened. cleo and sarah thought that reader and jj were already dating and were suprised to find out they weren’t especially sarah cause rafe would complain loudly how he could treat better then maybank could and to find out the whole time you guys were friends? weird. pope absolutely adores reader cause she’s the yin to jj’s yang and sometimes pope will hand jj off to her so she’ll put him in check.

swan!reader is an absolute sweetheart so when everyone and I mean everyone on the island too saw/heard that rafe and her showed up to midsummers together there was questions. first off how did a angel like her decided that rafe was the one for her? sarah knew what rafe saw in her cause of his ridiculous list that he ranted on and on about when she’ll suggest girls but didn’t have a clue what she see in him. last part inspired by @starfxkr post today

kitten!reader flirted with kie and jj before cause they’re both hot so why wouldn’t she? it made kie a bit suspicious about her when she was coming around pope more often thinking she was going to break his heart and once she voiced her to sarah they both questioned her much to the reader’s annoyance. she puts them in their place and they become friendly after awhile. jj and jb on the other hand are rooting for the two of them and tease pope at any opportunity to see him blush and give him tips on sex which he doesn’t need cause he may be inexperienced but he’s not stupid and still has reader seeing stars. cleo and reader are each other’s soulmates though. always up to something when they’re together and out partying or scamming kooks into stuff which made have gotten them arrested at one point to the fury of pope but it’s okay. the kooks dropped the charges anyway for no reason at all..

[bunnyscryptarchived]

kiara carrera x kitten!reader…

toxic. just toxic. they're not frenemies. this isn't enemies to lovers. just enemies that hatefuck. kitten calls her a cunt, kie calls her a bitch. next thing you know kitten has kie pinned against the wall with her hand down her shorts. there's never a moment of peace— kitten breathes and here comes kiara with a smart ass remark. they truly are the drama. the boys try to get them to get along even going as far leaving them stranded on a boat together. it worked for sarah and kie, it should work again, right? wrong. if anything theres even MORE animosity between them. they spent the entire time fighting, verbally and physically, before it led to them fucking all over the deck. they'll slap and bite each other even during sex. they do not know how to be nice to each other. kitten likes putting kie in her place and calling her out on her bs which fuels to kies hatred. kiara just likes to piss kitten off, she finds it funny how easy it easy to rile her up and it always ends the same way. with kiara bent over and kittens hand around her throat.

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Azriel x Reader 'Kitty'

Azriel reminds you that good Kitten's don't bite.

Warnings: 18+ language and sexual content, d/s dynamics, dom!Az & sub!reader, very heavy pet play theme (including crate and outfit, ears, tail, paws), oral sex (m recieving), p in v and anal.

A/N: Some indulgent filth, sorry not sorry.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist | Azriel | Az & Kit AU

You’d met at Rita’s, drunk, both of you, unable to keep your hands to yourselves and gasping for breath between stolen kisses in the midnight air.

“Come home with me?” he’d asked, hand half way up your dress. His friends were leaving too but the copious amounts of red wine had clouded your judgement, allowing his hands to roam higher.

 “He won’t bite!” A rough, male voice sounded from behind you both, “unless you ask him too!” The man behind you laughed and then there was the distinct sound of wings beating and fae winnowing before you were alone. 

But you didn’t take your eyes off the male before you, dark hair curling over his furrowed brow, his eyes shut as he worried that his stupid brother might have shattered the magic between you both. 

He’d opened his eyes, the hazel hue dark now that you were away from the faelight, and met your glittering gaze.

“You might not bite, but I do.” You’d growled, jumping into his arms. 

Azriel couldn’t wait to get in the door. He’d been gone for all of forty minutes but it’d felt like hours, days, waiting for updates from shadows who were instructed to ensure you were safe at all times. 

He’d left you sleeping, tucked into your crate, but his shadows had left him know that you were awake now, moving around and searching for him. He imagined you there, black ears perched on your head, white socks on your hands and feet like paws and the blue leather cuffs around your ankles and wrists. You always looked so beautiful when you woke up, yawning and stretching, at your most feline. 

If his shadows were right you were awake now, laying back on the cushions and blankets that made your crate a safe and cosy place to be. He didn’t need to see you to know that you were pawing needily between your bare legs, sulking that your gloves didn’t offer you any release. You always did, and it always sent the blood rushing between his own legs to know that your pleasure belonged entirely to him now. 

Fuck, he wanted you, needed you, he had to get home. Always loved returning to you, even if it was just a quick meeting with Rhys and not an overseas mission, every moment without you was a lifetime. 

“I’m back, Kitty, are you okay?” He called, closing the door. The town house he shared with you was comfortably and simply decorated, no one would know that the wardrobe in your bedroom had a false door leading to your special playroom. 

Azriel’s shadows danced around him in excitement, darting ahead and returning quickly with updates on your sad mewls and cries. You needed him, you wanted him, you missed him as much as he’d missed you. 

He pushed the small, secret, door open, tucking his wings in as tightly as he could, before locking the door behind him. The low fae lights that surrounded your cage haloed you against the darkness of the room. Far from being gloomy you’d always found your playroom a calming place to be alone and, with Azriel back, it was certainly thrilling too. 

As soon as you saw, him you perked up considerably, dropping your shoulders to the floor and sticking your bum in the air, wagging your hips from side to side so that your tail swung against the back of the crate. 

“There’s my good girl, did you miss me?” 

He could practically hear you purring in happiness, you stretched against the plush rug that lined your crate and he took the chance to enjoy your body, naked save for your adornments. 

“I missed you too, Kit.” He stuck his hand through the bars for you to lick and nuzzle, turning your cheek into his palm and sucking his fingers into your mouth. God, he was so fucking lucky. “You need something to play with?” 

Azriel stood, removing his hand from the crate and you sat back, pouting and whining, pawing at the cage. Your mittens stopped you from being able to use your fingers, little paws stitched into the palms instead. But how you wished you could take hold of him now, pull his hand back and fall back asleep with his fingers pushing on your tongue and down your throat. You were never so happy as when - ohh cock! Your thoughts ended and you focused on the pink shine of his length poking out between his fingers. 

Your master eased the head through the wide gaps in the bars, level with your face, and you wasted no time in leaning forwards and lapping at him with enthusiasm, spit spilling past your lips onto your chin. You managed to suckle his head, purring as the taste of him spilt onto your tongue. 

“You’re so messy,” he chided, and you nodded as best you could, but he pulled away, trailing the head of his cock down your tongue and then over your cheek. “I’ve told you, messy Kittens get punished. If you want it again you need to show me you’re sorry.” 

So you pouted again, bottom lip pushed out and eyes wide, rocking your hips to make your tail swish before pushing your cheek against the cage. One paw came up and you whimpered, looking as sad as possible before he slowly, slowly, fed you his cock again. 

“Good Kitty, clean it up,” he instructed, wiping precum from the bars and pushing it into your mouth. “Good girl.” He rubbed behind your ears, tickling and pulling you forward down his cock. “Bet you want a little reward for being good? Are you bored in there?” Azriel’s voice was rough and dark, already as gone for you as you were for him, holding back from sinking his cock into your waiting, wanting, throat. 

Desperately you pulled back, licking and nodding as best you could. 

Sadly, this also meant you had to let him go, watching sadly as he stepped back, shucking his leather trousers off he circled the crate, you turned too, although the space was very limited, and followed the bob of his hard cock with your tongue out. 

“Kitten, no.” He pointed you back the way you had been facing, pushing a hand into the crate to pat your thigh, but you were focused. You mewled and hissed, nipping at his finger when he pointed again, before narrowing your eyes.

 “You know, that doesn’t make me want to stick my dick in your mouth.” He laughed and ran a hand down his length, pumping slowly while he watched you rubbing on your blankets. 

“You’re being a bad Kitty.” He bent down to look you in the eye. “You know what happens when you’re bad, don’t you?” Azriel’s sword still glinted from the holster on his back and his daggers, only a reach away, caught the fae light when you moved. But you weren’t afraid of him. 

Out on the battlefield Azriel was a deadly warrior, among the courts he was  Rhys’ trusted shadowmaster, but here, in your secret space, here he was your Master, your keeper and your lover. Here he would only draw from you the most exquisite pain, carefully dealt to hold you on the precipice of pleasure. 

With a smirk you rolled onto your back and cocked your head to the side attempting the cute, submissive look you normally worked so hard on, but Azriel wasn’t convinced. He reached for the leather paddle that hung by your cage and  unlocked the door with a click, swinging it open and patting his leg.

Azriel was always a man of few words and he knew he wouldn’t need to ask you twice before you were purring up at him, rubbing against his shoe and lapping at his hand. He would still punish you, but maybe you could convince him to make it fun if he thought you were being good now. 

He pointed at his lap, even denying you the joy of hearing the rough timbre of his voice was punishment and he knew it, the twinkle in his eye and the way his lip curled up when you moved told you he knew it.  

You huffed. 

Azriel ran a scarred hand over the round flesh of your bottom before delivering a single stinging slap. You yelped and you felt his answer laugh rumble through you. 

With a hum he pulled the paddle back and, though you expected a harsh first blow, he tapped you only gently. In surprise you turned to look at him and dealt you a feral grin before bringing down the paddle hard. The sting hurt, but it also sent heat flooding through you, making your core clench around nothing. Beneath you Azriel’s cock throbbed in answer, pressing against your bare stomach, you knew there’d be a trail of precum there when you moved. 

You grit your teeth against the next swat, holding in your cry of pained pleasure, but wiggling in his lap all the same. 

Azriel paused to run his hands over your bottom again, enjoying the extra heat each blow had brought to your skin. With a sigh you settled into the gentle feeling, being in his lap and looking up into his beautiful face, there was nowhere else you wanted to be. You’d behave for him now, after all, he was a good master and you didn’t want to bite him really, but he didn’t understand how sad you were without his cock to suck and play with while he was out. 

“Don’t look so sad, Kitty, you know the rules. Growling and biting, that’s 5 swats.” He stroked your cheek and pressed a kiss to your head between your ears. “I need you to behave now, and tell me your colour.” 

With wide eyes you looked up at him and purred, letting a slow, satisfied smile grow on your face. But he wasn’t satisfied. 

“Properly, Kit, colour,” he commanded.

Your throat was a little dry, you hadn’t said anything all morning apart from little meows and purrs, but you swallowed and whispered, “Green,” going hot all over at the admission. 

It felt wrong to enjoy this so much, being collared and ordered around, locked into your crate as if you were too stupid to take care of yourself while he was out, but you did feel safe, you felt loved and wanted and cared for. 

Even when Azriel went out, he always left you something of his to snuggle and smell, allowing yourself to go cloudy and fuzzy, wrapped in the safety of your mates’ lingering presence.

 All you had to do was nap and be cute, no pressures or responsibilities, and Azriel took good care of you, was a good master. Suddenly, you felt so guilty for nipping at him, regretting your behaviour and quietly submitting to his hands as he brought your own behind your back. The cool feeling of his shadows binding them together had goosebumps running down your spine. Then his hands returned, squeezing and massaging where he’d so recently left the sting of his hand print. 

“Count, Kit,” he ordered, “you’re at two so far.”

Mrow!

The next was on the back of your thighs. And then across your right cheek, it stung, the hardest one, and you whimpered, turning your face towards him again. 

Azriel paused again,  waiting. You nodded, just once, but he was watching, soothing over your lower back and the red mark left by the paddle. 

“One more, Kit.” He let his hands wander over your hips and bottom, then towards the tail swishing between your legs. He stroked it, making his way higher and higher until he could tug on the silver butt plug, bringing it out far enough to see you stretch around the widest part and then letting it go, watching it disappear inside, he repeated the action a few times until you settled into the movement. “You’re a good Kit, but you need to temper your anger.”

Azriel held your tail high, revealing your wet pussy beneath and slapped it gently. “That’s five.” 

You moaned softly and wiggled in his lap. Azriel allowed you to sink to the floor again between his wide spread thighs nodding as you reached for him. You ran your paws up and down his legs and bent forwards, rubbing your face against his hip, tongue out and lapping at the V of muscle pointing down at his cock, even harder than it was before. 

Fuck, he loved watching you like this, so eager and willing but so trusting, the little bell on the front of your collar chimed with each movement you made, the soft sound of it made his cock leak, a Pavolvian response he had never anticipated.. The headband with your ears on had fallen backwards so he propped it back up, looking down at you. Just the sight of you had his wings flaring protectively, he was done with punishments, now he wanted to make you cry with pleasure. 

“Your behaviour has improved, Kitten. I think you deserve a reward” he cooed, cupping your cheek and rubbing this thumb over your swollen lips. “You may sit with me,” he led you over to the plush couch that took up one wall of the playroom and encouraged you to lean over the arm, presenting your tail and wet pussy to your Master again. 

He stood back, admiring you, running his cock through the slick that had gathered between your legs and then, as if  he couldn’t resist any longer, he plunged into your sopping pussy with an obscene squelch. 

“Little Kitten, did you get this wet from being spanked by your Master?” His tone was light, but teasing and you nodded in return. “From being spanked or from being naughty?” He gave a particularly hard thrust, pressing you into the sofa cushions.

You whimpered in return, trapped between wanting to answer him and the pleasure coursing through you. Each thrust forced you forward, the velvet material of the coach rubbing against your nipples and the drag of his cock against your fluttering walls had you seeing stars. 

“You’re right, you’re right, it’s because you’re a good little pet for me isn’t it? Such - a - good-Kitty.” He thrust in time with his words, burying himself to the hilt and holding your collar tight to keep your head up, your back arched. He liked you to look proud when he fucked you, and you were, there was nowhere you were happier than on the end of your Master’s cock. 

You moaned again, feeling the pressure build between your legs as you waited for your Master to tell you you could cum. Giving him control of your body, surrendering to him made your body ache with need, even when he was barely touching you, but this, this relentless pleasure, coupled with the thick plug at the end of your tail, tugging and stretching at your hole had tears running down your face. All you could was clench around his cock uselessly as he split you in two. 

Azriel pulled back, watching you drop your face to the cushion below, whining and moaning, rocking your hips from side to side in an effort to tempt him back. “Wait, Kitten.” His voice cut through your need, a directive that couldn’t be ignored. 

Azriel reached down to click your ankle cuffs together, pulling your legs closer and pushing your tail up higher. He tugged on the fur, revelling in the very human moan that slipped out around your animal whines and pants. He pulled it out slowly, the wide bulb popping out and leaving you gaping slightly from its absence. 

He let his cock rest between your cheeks, precum sticking to your skin, glistening in the law fae light.

“I love you, Kit” he whispered and you turned your head to look at him properly, his dark hair ruffled and too spots of colour high on his cheeks. “I’m never letting you go.” 

Azriel leaned over your back and kissed up your spine to your collar, pressing his lips to the silver studs decorating the black leather. With two fingers looped into the front, he finally sank back into you, stretching your quivering hole with every roll of his hips, his whole body covering you, his legs on the outside of yours, clamping you tight and making each thrust feel tighter, deeper, harder. Your mind was blank, a white haze of lust and love and Master, Master, Master, Azriel, Azriel, Az, Az…

UGH 

“Cum.”

Your unused voice broke over his name, deliciously pained, the agony of your withheld orgasm hitting you like a cold shower, washing over you and cleansing you of your worry, tingling your fingers and toes. It rushed over your skin in prickles of desire as you were  filled with your Master’s cum, leaking and running down the backs of your legs, filling your belly and making you warm from the inside out.

“Good fucking girl,” he soothed, taking the weight off your body and laying you down on the sofa, unclipping your ankles, but letting you feel the caress of the cuffs a little longer. 

It was his turn to sit on the floor now, taking the headband off, rubbing his thumbs around the shell of your ears and kissing your forehead. 

“Are you okay?

You nodded. 

“Do you feel better?” He asked.

“Yes, thanks Azzy,” you mumbled, snuggling into the blanket he draped over your shoulders.

“Good, and, Kit?” 

“Yeah?” Your eyes were already closed, but you’d talk to your Az anytime, anywhere. 

“Thanks for not biting me.”

He pressed another kiss to your temple and went to fetch a warm cloth, maybe a hot cup of coffee and your favourite cake, freshly baked at the River House. His shadows nudged him, whispering in his ear that you had already fallen asleep, but he knew you’d want to eat soon, and with a small smile he stacked the tray and headed back to your secret space.

[sweetaspuffpastry]

ok but like what if we had a tv reality show of all the girlies like real housewives of kildare island.

[dearest-painter]

I found a picture of cat Miguel..

All I can think about is cat Miguel finding cat!reader(there kitten reader but grown up) and now clings onto them. Always be following them. I like to headcanon that Kittne!reader can turn into a human but wasn’t old enough to do so. Not until they turned 12 in human years.

Awwww yes! I love this so so much!!!! Also if you want can ya share the photo? Also I love the idea of them taking more of Hobie’s style and acts a lot like him. Since he was the one around them the most they would take after him a lot

[loveharlow]

💤= [mild themes such as fluff, angst, swearing, etc]

🐾=[mature/darkcontentsuchassmut,death,non-con/dub-con,etc]

🐾Pretty Little Birds

Where your boyfriend just can't help how beautiful you are...or what you do to him

[obxcc]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ the same night you met john b , you end up at his place for an after party. only to be the only one in attendance.

author’s note . . . based off of this daydream bc @stinkinfist in the replies convinced me and i didn’t forget about him just bc i had the worst writer’s block ever

warnings . . . underage drinking , john b is a boob guy what can i say? , smut 18+ ( drunk pinv , unprotected pinv but he pulls out! , kinda? size kink , marking )

you knew the moment john b started fiddling absentmindedly with your fingers and you let him , you were going home with him. no matter how mad your dad would be when you got back , though that usually didn’t deter you anyway. no matter how desperate you may look. you were going home with him.

and it seemed he was just as determined for that outcome as you were. “party’s kinda dyin’ out here , huh?” he observes , running his smooth hand over the expanse over your lower back. left , right , left , right. the touch alone making you more intoxicated than the several drinks you had earlier throughout the night. his voice however , that makes your brain buzz.

“yeah,” you agree , beaming up at the puppy dog-eyed man next to you as your eyes fail you and fall to his lips.

“yeah?” john b simply repeats , nodding closer to you to finally make a move. he’s been twitching with his hands all night , touching you as much as he could to make up for the fact that his tongue wasn’t down your throat yet.

to be honest , he’s impressed that you’ve lasted as long as you have without giving him a go ahead , but his eyes were watching yours all night. waiting for the exact moment they move to his lips. john b is a patient man— he fishes. there’s no problem on his end to wait as long as need be to get a bite.

your fate was sealed as soon as you told him about your father’s no dating rule. of course , you only challenged him more— albeit unknowingly , as your conversation went on and you complained about how strict your father was.

“john b…” you tut , still smiling as you pull away from the kiss.

and he physically deflates when you break away. “what , baby?” he croons , kissing at your jaw instead as you giggle. the sweet noise getting him to let out his own drunken chuckle.

“i don’t like pda,” you tell him in a hushed tone like it was some secret , leaning your forehead against his, “even if the party’s dying down.”

“no?” his eyebrows quirk up in question, “you’ve been lettin’ me touch ya all night though.” john b’s hands shift from your hips , migrating lower until he could very firmly grab at your ass. you let out a squeal at the action , head thrown back in a laugh right after. “only things i haven’t gotten my hands on yet are right here,” he starts , leaning down to kiss the tops of your breast that spill out of your neckline, “and…”

before his hands can move lower you push them to his sides and stepped back. “take me home , john b?” you ask , catching your breath. seeing you all flustered only makes his fingertips tingle , eyes watching your chest rise and fall.

“yeah , let’s getcha home,” he decides , clasping your outstretched hand and leading you away from the dwindling party.

after stumbling your ways to john b’s van he named the twinkie , and driving to the chateau , you were pushed up against the sliding door. “thought we were getting me home? yet we’re outside,” you tease him , hands coming to his hair as he sucks down your neck , leaving marks in his wake.

“needed to get in on these real quick,” john b mumbles , kissing at your tits he had pushed up out of your shirt even more, “just a second. then we’ll head in.”

now that you’re at john b’s house , you don’t have any worries about anyone seeing him latched onto your now fully exposed breasts , you can’t help but let your head fall back as you moan. “just a second,” you echo lazily , holding him close as he mouths at you.

it’s several more minutes of john b leaving hickeys on your exposed skin before he readjusts your top and pulls away. “couldn’t help myself,” he grins , brushing some of your hair out of your face before pecking your lips quickly, “c’mon!”

you’re both giggling as you make out on the way up the front porch. john b silently thanks the gods that jj hadn’t come here after the party. because the moment you make it through the door , you’re pushing him down on the couch and straddling him.

your hands are everywhere. john b’s hair , his arms , his chest , the raging boner he sports under his shorts. you can’t get enough of him. while john b got to feel you up all night at the boneyard , you wanted to wait until you could truly feel all of him in the privacy of his own home.

“someone’s excited,” john b points out as you practically rip the buttons off his shirt to open it before a quiet , low moan leaves his mouth when your nails rake down his chest.

your ears burn at his comment and how unfair it is that he’s acting so nonchalant now. his hands only slowly run up and down your thighs while you put your soul into grinding down onto his dick for some sort of relief.

and maybe it’s a little douchey to poke fun at you , but john b has an empty house , a horny you , and all night long. he isn’t worried about rushing it. he had his quick fun by the van. he can wait longer , wear you down. though , you’re less than patient as your hands fumble with his belt.

“hey , hey,” john b’s smooth voice cuts through your horny haze.

“want you so bad right now,” you mewl , meeting his eye as his hands distracted you , bobbing them at your sides— fingers intertwined.

“i want you too,” he assures you , dropping your hands to bring his own up to your cheeks, “y’so fucking sexy , baby. i wanna devour you,” he growls , grip tightening on your head a little. it’s almost possessive. you whine , eyes fluttering shut at his admission. “but we got allll night,” he smiles up at you.

after what felt like eons , john b drags you to his room. and he swears seeing you laid up in his bed with his bite marks covering your neck and breasts and lower stomach is the best sight on earth. especially when he notices how fast they were bruising.

“gorgeous girl,” he coos , running his hand up your stomach to push the material of your shirt over the curve of your tits, “m’so done being patient,” he adds , crawling over you on the bed.

“really?” you perk up, “me too.” you roll your eyes playfully , pulling john b lower to wrap your legs around his waist , securing his proximity for the moment before kissing him again.

he groans into the kiss , hands tightening on the fat of your hips. “i want you so bad,” he breathes out with a laugh , moving his lips to your neck and sucking at your skin before sinking his teeth into the same spot.

you wince at the sting , but it feels good right after. “you have me right here,” you whisper , hands coming down to push at your waistband, “so what are you waiting for?”

john b pulls back at the remark , smile widening as he watches you hook your fingers into your panties too. “straight to business,” he nods , licking his lips.

“any complaints?” you ask with a raised brow and big smile as you kick your shorts and thong to the floor.

he lets out a whistle , scratching at the back of his neck while he gets a good look at you. “no , ma’am,” he answers before shuffling to get his pants off while you rip your top the rest of the way off.

and all you can think when john b hovers over you , shrugging his hawaiian shirt all the way off is ‘sarah cameron is batshit crazy for leaving him,’ just from your experience tonight alone. you know for a fact , anyone that ever got a taste of john b routledge and let him go is clinically insane. when your eyes trail down his body and focus on his hand stroking his cock in front of your spread legs , your mind goes blank.

“it’ll fit , baby,” he replies before you can say anything , seeing the way your jaw drops a little, “jus’ trust me,” he adds with a hiss as he guides his tip up and down your folds slowly.

“john b—“ you breathe out , pushing up on your elbows to watch. he simply hums , free hand cradling your cheek as he focuses on where you connect. “put it in then!” you whine , head leaning into his hand as you watch in anticipation.

john b’s big , brown eyes flicker up to you for a second , and you swear there’s a genuine sparkle in them. “put it in?” he mocks you , thumb pushing down on his length to catch his tip in your tight , clenching entrance.

the girth alone stretches your walls. “oh , fuck!” you pant , head falling back. just as your eyes close , he shifts forward more , rough hands pushing your thighs up to your chest before he presses into you completely. it’s slow and painful and mind numbing , but god , you’re in heaven. you feel so full , you can hardly even clench around him. it’s like you can’t breathe.

“shit— y’re not a virgin , are you?” john b jokes as he sucks a sharp breath in at the feel of just how tight you are around his length. it sends a shiver down his spine.

“shut up,” you giggle through a moan when he pulls back a bit to thrust into you again. he chuckles with you , drunken smile gracing his lips. it’s a soft moment that’s destroyed as soon as he looks back down at where you’re sucking him in.

“yeah , i’ll shut up,” he nods , bringing his hips back to slam into you all over again. his trusts are harsh and fast— you can hardly keep up , hands holding onto his navy blue sheets.

your mouths drops open in a gasp after a particularly hard thrust , moans filling the air in his room. “oh , fuck,” you cry as your hands try to push at his hips, “shit— john b!”

“who can’t shut up now?” he smirks, hips never slowing as he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. his lips move down your neck as you cling to him , moaning with every movement he makes.

you feel his teeth sink into the curve of your breast , wincing at the sting before moaning when john b soothes the bite with his tongue. “they’re sore,” you whimper , pulling at his hair.

“i know,” john b grins back , shifting up and gripping at both of your tits, “i want them that way,” he assures you with a grunt as he slams into you. he groans when you yelp at the force. “shit— take it just like that,” he moans , dropping one hand from your chest to rub at your puffy clit.

“john b!” you moan , trying to scoot up and away from his hips , but his rough hands grip your tits harder, pressing your deeper into the mattress so you can’t run.

“what?” he coos in faux sympathy , looking down at where you connect, “you’re taking it just fine, baby. you’re all stretched out for me,” he points out with a moan as his hips slow to focus on the sight. his grip on your chest loosens , now free hand lowering to spread your folds. he leans forward a bit, letting his spit drop onto your clit before his thumb rubs it in.

“oh , my god,” you hiccup, eyes screwing shut as he keeps his slow, deliberate pace, “jombee,” you whimper, thighs trembling as you feel yourself unravel.

“uh uh,” he shakes his head, fucking into you harder, “just a second, baby,” he grunts out, hips stuttering while he tries to finish too.

you smack at his wrists urgently , eyes screwing shut in pleasure. “fuck— pull out!” you gasp , hips still rolling down to meet his as much as possible.

“oh , shit,” john b practically growls as he does as told. he shifts to straddle your waist , fervently fisting his cock until he comes in thick, white ropes onto your chest with a broken grunt.

instinctively, your mouth opens in hopes preparation. your heart sinks a little when he finishes on your tits , wanting to get your mouth on him too. john b notices— not too busy rubbing his cum into your skin with his tip. “suck it then , baby,” he breathes out lowly, hand coming to the back of your head to push you forward enough.

you choke a little when he shoves into your mouth , but as soon as you realize you’re getting what you want , your eyes flutter shut. you suck on his tip like a lollipop , moaning as you taste him dripping on your tongue.

“you’re such a little freak,” he nearly whines , cock twitching in your mouth as he brings a hand back to your folds and taps your clit.

your hips stutter at the sting , pulling off of his length with a gasp. “sensitive,” you tell him hoarsely , smile still on your spit covered lips.

“i bet,” john b coos with a light chuckle , moving off of you and grabbing a shirt from the floor, “took it like a champ though,” he adds with a grin , knuckles gently knocking at your jaw as his other hand cleans your chest.

“i’m never fucking anybody else again,” you tell him , catching your breath. your eyes trail over him as he chuckles breathily in response. “seriously,” you add , pulling your eyes from his bobbing cock to meet his.

“you , missy , are gonna get me in trouble,” john b hums , tapping your nose affectionately before hopping into the bed again and yanking you into his side.

[starfxkrinc]

rainy: jj maybank x courtney (kitten!reader)

based on this

hey, it's me can you call me when you get this? just answer your phone, damn.

maybe it's not a good idea to listen to your ex girlfriends voicemail on a loop. especially when you have a new one. but jj guesses that's the novelty in it. who else but courtney still leaves voicemails? same reason why she got an old flip phone. she was just sentimental like that, even if she wouldn't admit it, a sort of romantic in her own way.

thats probably why he never washed her lipstick off that one shirt, cause she used to to wipe her mouth clean after blowing him, and if he closes his eyes he can still taste the cinnamon gum and the wax from when he kissed her after.

this is bad. she broke up with him, it's over, he's got a new girlfriend. one of his best friends is now his girlfriend and he's never felt more awkward in his fucking life. like he's 14 again about to bust his shit trying to impress a girl with a skateboard trick. like he did with courtney, cause she had been skating for 4 years by then and jj had to be an asshole and say he was better than her.

dear fucking god.

hey, it's me again. not tryna insist but...hope you get this.

jj doesn't even know what his problem is, they havent been together for a year and a half now, but it still felt raw. the soft purr of her voice echoed in his room, he had stuck himself in here, citing a headache but that was only half the truth. kie had walked past, and he could smell cinnamon gum, and for a second he thought it was her. there was a lot of guilt in that. there was more guilt in the fact that he was disappointed it wasn't.

"you need to get your shit together man." he dug his palms into his eyes, trying his best to let the rain outside soothe him. but it wasn't working.

courtney loved gloomy weather, she was the most upbeat when it was overcast and humid, gave her an excuse to sit around naked as she smoked, painted her nails, whatever.

kie hates it, says it freaks her out and it made jj want to lock her outside until she made peace with it.

for all intents and purposes the breakup was amicable, jj did nothing wrong, she didn't hate him, just wanted time to herself. she'd always been a solitary person, jj just wished she'd be solitary with him too.

heyyy not at the phone right now or i just don't wanna talk leave a message byeeeee

why would he call. it's not like he can't he's called her for favors here and there but there was something sour in this one. maybe she knew. maybe she could sense the rain making him nostalgic and spared him the humiliation of an awkward conversation--

she's calling back. of all things jj expected her to do, call back was not one of them.

"why hello jesse james what can i do for ya." there faint screams of some horror movie played in the background. she's fired her dvd player up, no doubt cuddled with her cat as she relaxes, "hellooooo blockhead what the hell do ya want!"

jj feels his migraine creeping away at the sound of her husky drawl, and there's that feeling again. of being 14 and nervous because he didn't plan that far.

"what'd i say bout sayin my legal name like that."

she snorts, "you really want me to tell you what you said?"

"nah guess not." they both laugh and the sound of her voice makes him get up and pace.

"seriously jj what's up, it's a bit rainy for a dangerous mission aint it?"

she sounds so fucking casual, like jjs heart isnt beating so fast he has to push his palm against it to make sure it stays in his chest.

"yeah....just uh. wondering what you're up to."

there's a pause, and he winces. that was fucking stupid.

"iiii dunno jj. what's your girlfriend up to."

low blow, and well deserved.

"shit if i know. if i wanted to know i woulda called her." he leaves out the part about her being just outside the door.

courtney lets out a little noise of acknowledgment, but she doesn't say anything else. she's good at that, backing him up into a corner and forcing the truth out of with without a word.

this is really stupid. this is really dangerous, he does it anyways, " missed talkin to you."

"we talk all the time." there's no indication of what she's feeling or thinking in her tone, just a flat statement.

"miss seein you."

"w'see each other all the time."

fuck it, "let me come over." the silence stretches longer this time, and jj realizes hes been in here a while, and kie's probably gonna check in soon, "please?"

he hears her nails drumming and he can imagine her, leaned back against the headboard with her arm slung across it. nails freshly painted, full brown lips twisted into a slight snarl as she thinks.

"i'll leave the door unlocked." click.

no sooner does she hang up that jj rushes-she's always been impatient, and he doesn't know if she'll change her mind. so he shoves on his shoes and a hat as he climbs through his bay window, ducking to avoid kie's gaze from the living room.

the rain has slowed but provides cover as he pulls out his bike.

when kie finally goes into his room, she's met with an open window.

[lustnluv]

thinking of who the boys would let in bed with reader

jb x jj x puppy!reader. jj already knew her from working at the club together and jb figured that who the hot coworker was quickly. it wasn’t planned at all. they dropped pope and kie home after a party and she starts pulling john b’s hand closer to her pussy. jj is crossfaded in the back smirking and watching while the two fight and offers his help so casually. and that’s how she ended up learning what double penetration means. also kie but that was when the reader was wanted to experiment and again they were high as shit.

jj x pope x bat!reader. this was planned. pope needed help with getting ready to have sex for the first time and research wasn’t cutting it. they waited for a night where pope’s parents are out of town. pope is on top, reader in the middle, and jj is on top. JJ fucking her ass while pope is working on the courage to fuck her. jj has to grab pope’s dick and lead him to it. they go on for about two or three rounds.

rafe x kelce x swan!reader. not barry because he’s not good enough for his girl and also because kelce is also rage’s bitch. she would bring it up one day and rafe would agree to it. but kelce doesn’t even fucks reader. he only gets sucked off then jerk off to the next round before he gets kicked out of the room with only his boxers on. it’s most likely happening at a party too.

pope x cleo x kitten!reader. both girls are dominating pope for two rounds. they’re treating his dick like a dildo and his face like a pillow. they’re making out while they’re riding him, eating each other out as one gets back shots, and making each other cum like a good two or three times before pope even gets to cum once. after cleo is tired out and goes to her room though, pope puts reader back in her place and has her crying and begging to let her cum cause he’s edging her until they both came the same amount of times.

[aventurineswife]

Can you do Aventurine, Sampo, Ratio and Jing Yuan react that reader has turned into a kitten?

At first, they didn't know that reader has turned into a kitten until reader tried to show the evidence

Cat-kitty-cat, Cat-kitty-cat

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Kitten!Reader, Soft Moments, Lighthearted, Playful Interactions.

A/N: KITTYYYUHHHHH!!!

[Part 2]

The warm light of the floor glimmered off Aventurine’s rose-tinted glasses as he sat in his office, shuffling a deck of cards with practiced ease. The quiet knock at the door didn’t faze him; he expected one of his assistants.

“Come in,” he called, but the door remained shut. His brows furrowed. “Hello?”

A muffled meow answered, faint and uncertain. He rose, smoothing the fur trim of his coat before opening the door, only to find nothing. Another meow had him glance down, where a kitten with fur as soft as his fur trim stared up at him, eyes wide with urgency.

Aventurine crouched, an intrigued smile curling his lips. “Well, aren’t you a peculiar little gambler?” he mused, reaching out to pick up the kitten. It immediately pawed at the rims of his glasses, tugging them slightly askew.

“Hey now,” he chuckled, “those aren’t a toy.” But as the kitten batted at his bracelet with a strangely familiar persistence, realization struck. His smile faltered, replaced by genuine shock.

“...Wait. Is that you?” he whispered, his fingers brushing over your tiny head. The kitten’s insistent nod and another urgent meow confirmed it. Aventurine’s laughter broke the tension, a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Well, love, you’ve really raised the stakes this time. Don’t worry,” he said, cradling you against his chest, “we’ll figure this out. But first—how do you feel about poker?”

The merchant whistled a jaunty tune, inspecting his latest haul in a dimly lit backroom. A soft thud made him pause, his eyes darting to the source. There, amidst the scattered goods, a small kitten struggled to climb out of a wooden crate.

Sampo knelt, laughing under his breath. “Aw, did I accidentally ship you in a box? Poor little one.” He scooped you up, but froze as the kitten squirmed, reaching for his face with a familiar urgency.

“...Hey, wait a second,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes. The realization hit when you swatted his nose with deliberate intent. “No way. Is this some kinda joke?”

You yowled, smacking at the silver cuff on his ear. Recognition dawned, and Sampo barked out a laugh so loud it startled you.

“Well, well, this is a twist! You’re cuter than I expected,” he teased, holding you up to eye level. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix this. For a small fee, of course. But hey, this could be great for business! Ever heard of the world’s only scammer cat?”

The library was quiet, save for the soft rustle of papers and the occasional sigh from Ratio as he poured over ancient texts. He was lost in thought when a soft thump on the table pulled his focus.

There, atop his meticulous notes, sat a small kitten, staring at him with an intensity that rivaled his own. Ratio’s eyes narrowed. “What is this nonsense?”

The kitten didn’t back down. Instead, it batted at the straps of his arm braces, its persistence strikingly familiar. Ratio tilted his head, studying you with growing suspicion.

“You’re far too bold for a common feline,” he remarked, leaning closer. “Those eyes… Wait.” His tone sharpened. “Is that you?”

You responded with an annoyed meow, pawing at the jewel on his vest. Ratio’s brows furrowed, a rare flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “First, ignorance plagues the universe. Now, this. Fine. Stay still while I calculate a solution—and stay off my notes.”

Jing Yuan was enjoying a rare moment of leisure, sipping tea. A soft meow interrupted the peace, and Jing Yuan turned to find a small kitten attempting to climb him.

“Well, what do we have here?” he said, his eyes warm with amusement. He gently picked you up, cradling you in his hands. “A brave little one, aren’t you?”

As you squirmed, pawing at on his hip, Jing Yuan chuckled. But then he noticed something—your eyes.

“...No,” he murmured, his smile fading. “Can it be?” When you gave a frustrated meow and nuzzled his palm, recognition bloomed.

Jing Yuan sighed, stroking your tiny head. “Ah, so this is what has become of you. How unfortunate.” He set you down gently, his calm demeanor masking his concern. “Worry not—I’ll ensure you’re returned to your proper form. But for now, consider this a lesson in humility, my small friend.”

He leaned back, a soft smile returning to his lips. “Though I must admit, you make a rather adorable kitten.”