#like. in an un-cat-like-way

[loverdude]

I had a dream last night about my old kitty Daisyyyyy... Waaa

[renthewerecatboi]

so i MAY have a favourite character

it took way too much effort just to make it KIND OF sound like scout and medic are saying "puppy" and "bunny"

[something-wrong-with-us]

Once when I was a kid I made an entire species of blue aliens. The aliens' only features were that they liked water and they engaged in incest.

[hauntingblue]

[astonmartinii]

day ten: three (un)wise men | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem piastri reader

christmas time is the one time of year oscar has some peace and quiet away from his teammate... or at least it was

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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yourusername: the piastri house just got a bit busier

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user2: just take me out back and put me out of my misery

user3: add me to the list

oscarpiastri: i think you'll find it was quite busy enough

yourusername: boring, get a new routine bozo

oscarpiastri: i am not wholly opposed to this relationship but that was before he invaded our house and got mum to get rid of all of my salmon

landonorris: i am ALLERGIC

oscarpiastri: that's such a lie ???

landonorris: your mum believed it

oscarpiastri: you're just letting him lie to mum @yourusername

yourusername: he didn't lie he just embellished the truth

oscarpiastri: i'm telling mum we've just thrown out perfectly good salmon

landonorris: NOOOOOO

yourusername: well this isn't dramatic at all

oscarpiastri: @zakbrownceo lando just pushed me down the stairs

landonorris: snitches get stitches

oscarpiastri: i probably already need some :(

yourusername: you're literally fine osc let's stop being dramatic please

user4: my new years wish is to be in a relationship like theirs

user5: i think i would do anything at this point

user6: in brother's best friend we believe

oscarpiastri: BEST FRIEND?

landonorris: wow osc tell me how you really feel

oscarpiastri: i mean i like you, i tolerate your relationship with my sister but i draw the line at saying you're my best friend

logansargeant: logan sargeant erasure for sure

user7: so like now y/n is done with her degree will we get her in the paddock more

mclarenf1: not if this is what happens when she's around

user8: it's funny?

mclarenf1: oscar got thrown down the stairs over fish?

user9: they're called the three unwise men for a reason

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landonorris: first christmas down under

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user10: why is this actually making me want a hot christmas?

user11: if it seems so wrong why do i want it to be right?

user12: i can't be sweaty while eating christmas dinner sorry

yourusername: that's not necessarily true

landonorris: oh! yes... hehehehe

oscarpiastri: SHUT THE FUCK UP

yourusername: why are you in our business ?

oscarpiastri: you're making it my business

landonorris: and how would we be doing that?

oscarpiastri: you're cuddled up like two ft away from me, giggling very loudly and saying 'what you gonna say to that osc'

yourusername: us? never!

oscarpiastri: i'm going to tear out my hair before the end of christmas

yourusername: with that forehead? no you won't

oscarpiastri: life was so peaceful when you went to lando's for christmas

landonorris: it might have been peaceful but you did miss us ... the phone logs prove it

user13: they gotta be so annoying for the other piastris

user14: idk i think they're like puppies that have to get all of their zoomies out and then just pass out on the couch

user15: more like lando and y/n are the big bumbling dogs and oscar is the one unimpressed cat who will on occasion chase their tails

carlossainz55: and yet you never made the short trip to spain... makes you think

yourusername: i'm way cuter than you

carlossainz55: is it just a piastri thing to be annoying

oscarpiastri: excuse me?

carlossainz55: you heard me the first time

yourusername: this is a crazy hill to die on considering lando will be a piastri in the near future

oscarpiastri: he basically already is

landonorris: omg i knew you guys loved me

carlossainz55: ew?

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: you know what they were right to call us the three unwise men because why did i come down to get a glass of water to see lando under the tree in nothing but a ribbon i NEED all three of us dead at this point

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user17: exsqueeze me?

user18: lord i have seen what you have done for other people

user19: my only thing is ... lando doesn't seem the most flexible how did he do the ribbon bows himself ...

maxfewtrell: most traumatic facetime of my life

yourusername: you can be angry about this, i personally do not give a fuck

oscarpiastri: that much is clear

yourusername: lando made it very clear that we had bagsied the living room for the evening

oscarpiastri: you have a christmas tree in your room? why didn't you do that there?

yourusername: you have an en suite you could've gotten a glass of water from there?

landonorris: i think i know the issue here

oscarpiastri: oh please do share your wisdom

landonorris: you seeing me like that changed something inside of you

landonorris: are you having an identity crisis osc?

oscarpiastri: no?

yourusername: good! he's mine!

oscarpiastri: i was in shock because i saw my future brother in law 90% naked on my living room floor

landonorris: i can see that

yourusername: omg look at us we're so good at talking it through - therapy who?

alexalbon: PLEASE STILL GO TO THERAPY DEAR LORD

oscarpiastri: i will defo still be talking to my therapist about this

user20: i know the caption is traumatising but also lets have a second to think about how oscar has just posted three memes of himself

oscarpiastri: i have a very expressive face i gotta use it

maxverstappen1: wowwowowow lando is stooping low for the mental games this season

maxverstappen1: let it be known lando, gay chicken is not very effective in psychological warfare

landonorris: okay?

maxverstappen1: it will just take your love away from you ....

landonorris: i don't want osc? i am very happy with the piastri i have

yourusername: i am the best piastri :P

oscarpiastri: i'm gonna ignore the whole slander in the comment above but are we all ignoring how max is lamenting over his loss of daniel?

yourusername: i think we should just leave him to it ....

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yourusername: i got my present this year, yes ribbon included

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user21: slowly but surely you guys are pushing me into my hater era

user22: if you're gonna brag about it can we at least get some photgraphic evidence

user23: PRETTY PLEASE

yourusername: that's for my eyes only

oscarpiastri: and mine apparently

landonorris: i gotta spoil my girl

alexalbon: but from what oscar's post says the present was you?

landonorris: well yes!

alexalbon: wow that must be disappointing i'm sorry @yourusername

yourusername: i can assure you i was very happy with my gift

landonorris: see alex !!!!

landonorris: i also got y/n other gifts

alexalbon: i should think so considering i've seen you in changing rooms :/

georgerussell63: another woman disappointed on christmas, not very feminist of you lando

landonorris: NO BODY SHAMING ON CHRISTMAS

landonorris: also WHAT?

user24: poor lando - he can't escape the bullying from alex and george even on christmas

user25: it's good entertainment tbf

oscarpiastri: i'm glad my trauma was a nice gift for you

yourusername: ur still whining about that?

oscarpiastri: yes i will whine until i die it was TERRIFYING

landonorris: you can keep complaining

landonorris: but i'll do it again next year

oscarpiastri: cool you can traumatise YOUR family instead

landonorris: oh you'll be there

oscarpiastri: huh?

yourusername: you guys are all coming to somerset next year!!!

oscarpiastri: i didn't consent to this?

yourusername: we can't split up the three unwise men :(

landonorris: please osc :(

oscarpiastri: fine.

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landonorris: no shrimps on the barbie at christmas i am very disappointed

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user27: didn't they throw out all the fish when lando arrived...

user28: let's sit back and watch oscar vs lando part 289 since christmas started

oscarpiastri: you raise a GREAT POINT

oscarpiastri: i got thrown down the stairs for no point?

landonorris: i fought you in self defence?

oscarpiastri: i didn't have any fish in my hands? STOP VICTIM BLAMING

landonorris: actually it was only like three steps

oscarpiastri: three steps constitute stairs

landonorris: nuh uh three steps does not a stairs make

user29: yall done?

yourusername: you don't even like fish?

landonorris: but i love YOU !!!

yourusername: i love you toooooo

yourusername: but you're gonna have to get over it because next aussie christmas i will be having my seafood

landonorris: i guess so

landonorris: but just for you!

yourusername: awwww this is real love :3

user30: i think we've just seen y/n tie lando down for life

yourusername: oh believe me i've tied him down before

landonorris: hehehehehe

oscarpiastri: idk i defo saw a shrimp ...

oscarpiastri: in a ribbon...

landonorris: well i was hardly ever gonna be excited to see YOU

yourusername: it's okay babe he's just trying to rattle you

oscarpiastri: i'm just stating what i saw

yourusername: that's it !!! the next time your next to stairs it's ME you should be worried about

oscarpiastri: well this is not very christmas spirit of you

landonorris: we got all our christmas spirit out even when you tried to cockblock

oscarpiastri: i'm going to block both of you

user31: three unwise men i love you all

user32: mclaren please never take them away from me

user33: @ mclaren please bring back unboxed with y/n as host please

yourusername: i only star in not safe for work videos with lando sorry

landonorris: :3333333

oscarpiastri: i'm going to kill myself

fin.

note: nearly done with this series woooooo!!!!

[ikiprian]

Tim swears Phantom could’ve been a Titan. Maybe he should be, at this point. They have enough in common to justify it.

“Jeez,” Phantom groans. Abruptly, he drops the levitation and hits the roof without sound. He stretches out on his back like a cat, sore muscles straining in a way Red Robin deeply relates to. “Fighting the living sucks. At least with ghosts I can swing as hard as I need. Already dead means they get back up! But mortals? Way too squishy.”

Red Robin huffs in agreement. “Yeah,” he says. After a moment’s consideration, he lies down, too.“It’s a hundred times harder than people realize. Batman’s always going on about perfect control in training. About how to have it, you gotta be twice as skilled as the other guy. Even without your super-strength, I worry sometimes.”

“How do you do it?” Phantom asks. In a move only achievable to those without bones, or perhaps Dick Grayson, he twists himself over. Gloved hands cup his cheeks. His legs kick back and forth, like they’re gossiping at a slumber party. “I mean. You said you train, so obviously there’s the physical ‘how.’ But how do you keep your emotions nonlethal? How do you keep yourself in check, make sure you’re pulling back?”

“I mean,” says Red Robin. “Murder is illegal, so.”

Phantom sighs. “Yeah. Maybe it’s easier for you.”

… Hm. Maybe Red Robin should redo Phantom’s risk assessment.

Before he can raise too high an eyebrow (though even moving that muscle smarts, ow), Phantom elaborates.

“Ecto-based entities have trouble with their emotions,” he explains. “It’s easy to get lost in an Obsession, or a big feeling like grief. The rest of the world… it bleeds away. Helps to have another emotional anchor to keep it at bay. I use fear.”

“Fear?” Red Robin glanced over.

“Sometimes sheer stubbornness,” Phantom admits. “But a lot of it is fear.”

With a considering frown, he drops his head atop his arms. Exhaustion, regret, reluctance play out on his face. For someone the Bats know next to nothing about, Phantom’s body language is an open book.

“I saw, like, an alternate future version of myself once where I become evil and try to take over the world? So now I gotta be good to keep that from happening. The fear of that future keeps the pressure on me. Makes me focus up. Y’know?”

Tim sits up. “Seriously?”

Phantom nods. “Uh-huh. Kinda bizarre, I know—”

“What the hell,” says Tim. Three consecutive days together and a concussion must loosen his lips, because holy shit, no way. “Dude! Me too!”

“Huh? Seriously?” says Phantom.

“Yeah! I totally saw myself turn evil. Like, Batman but with guns. Guns Batman. I had to fight him and everything. He tried to kill my friends and erase my memory to make sure I couldn’t un-invent him by going back to change the past?”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god, me too!”

happy wips wednesday!

[kookooluvr]

Teach Me How To Love - Part 1

jeon jungkook, a fellow professor at yonsei university, is your friend, co-worker, and secret bed buddy. you have rules set in place to make sure there are no misunderstandings in your little arrangement. the #1 rule is as clear as day; no catching feelings. simple, right? wrong. let's see how un-simple it gets when a certain economics professor falls for an emotionally unavailable political science professor.

pairing: professor!jungkook x (fem) professor!reader, fwb to lovers

genre: fluff, angst, smut, fwb au, economicsprofessor!jungkook, politicalscienceprofessor!reader, slow burn, some emotional constipation, some sappy moments, lots of sexy moments.

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !

w/c: 3.5k

warnings: fwb should be warning in itself, jungkook is a simp and a hot nerdy professor (yummm), oc has a tabby cat named miso, bam makes his first appearance, jungkook has a big ol' crush on oc, some unrequited romantic feelings (?) we're not sure yet, explicit sexual content; making out, kook has heart eyes for oc's boobs, five second strip show, like a split second of male masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), a teeny wheeny bit of fingering, oc rides that thang like a cowgirl, unprotected sex (oc is on birth control and they're both clean), plus some angsty vibes at the end :(((

a/n: part 1 is out my dudes !!! 😭😭 i hope you enjoy this little introduction to jungkook and oc, and i can't wait to start exploring their dynamic a little more in depth in the next parts!! i'm so excited to go on this journey with you all, so pls make sure to follow, reblog, and send me an ask if you want to chat about these cuties 🤪 part 2 coming soon !

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It's the end of the day and Jungkook is on his way out, heading home after an exhausting day at the university. He walks down the corridor, his phone in hand, his eyes trained to his phone as he checks his emails.

You step out of your office, shutting the door and straightening your bag on your shoulder. You dig through it for your office keys, locking up once you find them. He looks up from his phone for a second and spots you, a smile tugging at his lips as he pockets his phone and walks over to you.

He leans against the wall next to your door, arms crossed, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “Hey,” he murmurs with a little grin.

“Hey, Kook,” you greet softly, walking away to head home, Jungkook peeling himself off the wall to walk next to you.

“Long day?” he asks with a sympathetic smile.

You love your job, really, you do. But some days are draining and dealing with young adults who don't even know how to reference their sources for an essay or spell parliament properly can actually drive you to drink. “Mm, thank God the day's over,” you chuckle, looking over at him as you walk down the stone walkway together, the sun slowly starting to set on campus.

He chuckles, looking over at you to catch the way the golden hour light casts a pretty yellowish-orange glow over your skin, his eyes quickly diverting down to the ground to stop himself from staring, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Hey, uhm...if you don't have any plans tonight, do you maybe wanna come over to my place?” he asks, feeling like an awkward teenager with a crush every time he asks you that, even if he's done it ten dozen times by now. He knows why he's inviting you over. You know why he's inviting you over.

“Yeah, sure,” you say casually, heading in the direction of the parking lot to get to your car. You see it in its usual parking spot, right next to his, just like it is every day, like a silent declaration that you're a package deal.

His heart really shouldn't do that weird thump-thump thing that it does every time you agree to come over, but it does, and it might just be heart disease, but he is yet to get it under control. “Cool...cool...Is 7 okay for you?” he asks, taking out his keys as he approaches his car, leaning against the driver's door with a little smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I'll just go home and change out of these clothes and feed Miso then I'll head over,” you murmur absentmindedly while you dig through your bag for your car keys, searching through the endless pit of earphones, a tangled phone charger, lip liner, lip gloss, and ten thousand receipts for things you don't even remember buying. He watches you with a faint smile, knowing how messy that bag is, but also knowing that if he lectures you about it, your response will be, 'you don't get it, you're not a woman' so he minds his business and stands by patiently.

“You can go, I'll manage,” you mumble, your eyebrows furrowed, a soft pout on your lips as you rummage through the leather bag. He chuckles and cocks his head to the side, finding it quite amusing. “You sure? I feel like I could find the cure for cancer before you find your keys in that thing.”

“You should quit teaching and go into comedy,” you mutter dryly, finally finding the damn keys. “Ha. Found it,” you quip, smiling sarcastically before unlocking the car. He shakes his head with a soft smile, rolling his eyes as he gets in his own car. He'll get you back for your sass, but he knows that his 'punishments’ feel more like a reward than anything else.

You go home and feed Miso, the grey tabby lounging around like she's the queen of your apartment, completely unbothered that you're only staying for a little while before eventually leaving again to get dicked down hang out with Jungkook. You put on some comfortable sweats and give her a few kisses and cuddles before heading over to Jungkook's place.

This is a regular thing for you guys. You remain professional at work, well, as professional as two people who are hooking up can be, and then you go over to his place, or vice versa, and sometimes there's wine, sometimes there's dinner, sometimes you go straight to the sexy part, or sometimes there's no sexy part at all because one of you just wants to talk or watch a movie. It works for you. It's easy. It feels good. Really good.

He's a good friend. He's kind, he's a good listener, and he's all those nice, sweet, lovely things. He's also really good in bed, which is always a bonus in a...friend.

Good friends offer to drive you home from the club when you've had one too many to drink. Good friends support you in times of need. Good friends go down on you until your legs shake. That's just how it is.

"Slow down, you're gonna choke," he chuckles, watching you stuff your face with Indian takeout. It's like a competitive sport when the two of you eat dinner, which is one of the things you like most about hanging out with Jungkook. There is no pressure to be perfect. You can act the way you really want to and not feel scrutinized for it. Maybe it's just because his big fat crush has completely tinted the way he sees you, but he'd happily watch you pig out if it means he gets to spend time alone with you.

“I thought you like it when I choke a little bit,” you tease, just wanting to get a reaction out of him, and that's exactly what you get. He nearly chokes on his food, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide as he looks over at you.

“Jesus Christ, ___, you can't just say stuff like that,” he coughs, trying to compose himself, roughly clearing his throat to not die via chicken biryani. It’s quite a strange thing how he can go from this to a sex god in bed, not that it's anything for you to complain about.

Jungkook does the dishes after dinner which allows you to enjoy some alone time with Bam. The brown doberman plops down on the couch, practically begging to be cuddled. He’s always been quite fond of you, since Jungkook adopted him three years ago. He’s the sweetest boy. He loves being loved on, much like his father.

Jungkook watches as you give Bam “lovies” as you call it, the dog absolutely basking in the attention.

“I’m starting to think he likes you more than me,” Jungkook jokes with a scoff, smiling as Bam does his ‘sit/lay down’ tricks for you. What a showoff.

“He’s never gotten that comfortable with anyone who isn't me,” he murmurs with a soft smile, watching the two excited puppies in his living room. “He gets really excited when he knows you're coming over.”

“Bam, cut it out. I’m Miso’s mommy, she’s going to get jealous,” you playfully scold him, although the scratches you give him say otherwise. He’s just a doe-eyed, dark-haired, soft-hearted boy. Again, much like his father.

Jungkook finishes drying the dishes and practically shoves Bam out the way to get the same attention from you. He lays down on the couch with his head in your lap and you already know what he wants. You lightly scratch his scalp, watching his eyes flutter shut, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, relishing in the feeling of your fingers in his hair. Sex is great, but there's something about moments like this that just makes him want to get down on his knees and give you whatever you want, whenever you want it.

“I think Bam-ie’s upset,” you chuckle, looking over at him with a soft, apologetic smile, his father looking anything but sorry. He chuckles as he watches Bam quietly stroll back to the bedroom, his eyes fluttering shut once more when you do that thing with your nails that sends shivers down his spine.

“He’ll live,” he scoffs, wincing when you give his hair a firm tug, his lips puffing up into a pout.

You don't really remember how exactly you ended up on his lap with your hands in his hair and his lips peppering your jaw and neck with gentle, tender kisses, but you know that it feels good.

“We’ve been so busy lately, we’ve barely gotten a chance to do this,” he murmurs against your skin, his hands trailing up your thighs to rest at your hips.

You scoff, your eyes fluttering shut as he sucks on that sweet spot behind your ear. It's true. You’ve both been so busy with work that you haven't hung out or had sex in two weeks.

“I know. I’ve been relying on my vibrator.”

He feels a shrill of heat run through him at the thought of you pleasuring yourself, as if he hasn't already seen the actual thing live in-person.

“Yeah? Is he better than me?” he teases with a little grin, pressing soft kisses to your pulse point.

“First of all; she, and I mean…she gets the job done,” you tease, not wanting to outright admit that nothing and no one can make you cum the way he does.

“You couldn't have just said no?” he chuckles, leaning his head back to rest against the back of the couch, his eyes heavy-lidded as he looks up at you. “Maybe I should get myself a toy too…y’know, for when you're too busy,” he teases with a lazy grin.

“What, like a pocket pussy?” you laugh.

“Mm. Something like that.”

“I’d prefer you to be inside me instead of a fake vagina,” you quip, leaning in to press a feather-like kiss to his lips, just testing the waters a bit. “Are you gonna think of me when you use it?” you tease, batting your lashes the way you know makes him go a little weak.

He swallows thickly, nodding like he’s hypnotised. “Of course I’d think of you,” he murmurs, his hips bucking up in a sad attempt to get you to give him some friction. “It wouldn't compare to you though. Nothing compares to you.” His voice is soft and airy, sounding almost pathetic.

You feel a little smile tug at your lips, your resolve slowly slipping. He’s so open about his thoughts and feelings. He’s not afraid to be vulnerable and lay it all out there, even if it is just sex.

His heart does that stupid thump-thump thing again at the sight of your smile, but now really isn't the time to psychoanalyse that, so he pushes that thought away for later.

“Can you take this off for me?” He slips his fingers underneath the soft fabric of your sweatshirt, getting a bit antsy to see more of you.

He’s never really given it too much thought whether he’s an ass or tits typa guy, but when you pull your sweatshirt over your head and his eyes land on that black bra with the little pink bows, the one that you know he likes so much, he swears he’s never seen anything prettier.

“God, I love these.” He leans his head forward to press soft little kisses to the tops of your breasts, his hands trailing up the sides of your ribs. “My pretty girls.”

Your eyes fall shut, the butterflies starting to flutter in the pit of your stomach. Sex with him is so soft and sweet. He says nice things and he makes you feel good, both physically and emotionally, and that makes your anxiety spike just a tad, so you deflect.

“Do you always make conversation with a woman’s tits before you stick it in her or…?”

He chuckles, and it's deep and warm, a little comforting, like if hot cocoa had a voice.

“Take this off. Wanna see them,” he murmurs softly, lightly tugging at the strap of your bra to let it snap back against your skin.

You roll your eyes, but the faint smile on your lips tells him that you're more than happy to oblige. You reach back to unclasp it, letting the material fall from your body, his eyes growing a shade darker at your exposed skin.

He swirls his tongue around a nipple and sucks before repeating the same thing on the other side, giving both breasts the attention they deserve. His eyes flutter shut like he wants to savour every little moment with you.

You reluctantly get up off his lap, and before he can protest, you're discarding the rest of your clothing, sliding your sweatpants down your legs. He makes quick work of following your lead by removing his shirt and pants, his boxers following quickly behind.

You make a little show of removing your panties, and you would normally be embarrassed by the amount of moisture that has already accumulated inside the flimsy material, but right now, all you can focus on is his hand giving his cock a few lazy strokes while he watches you undress for him.

“C’mere.” He spreads his legs a bit, his cock already almost fully hard, the tip slowly turning a light shade of pink. You'd never thought of a cock as 'pretty' before, but damn, it's pretty.

You do as he says without a single protest or complaint, your pussy practically throbbing at the sight of him. Oh, how wonderful it is to be his friend.

You get down on your knees in front of him, his eyelids hanging low as he looks down at you, his hand pumping his cock.

You pride yourself in being good at oral sex, but it's never been something you particularly love doing. That is, until you started hooking up with Jungkook. Sometimes he’ll just be doing something as simple as watching a show on tv, and you’ll be on your knees with your hair up and his cock hitting the back of your throat. It's everything, from the sounds he makes, to the way his eyebrows furrow and his lips part in ecstasy, that makes it so enjoyable.

You take over for him, giving his cock a few strokes before swirling your tongue around the head, pulling a deep groan from the back of his throat. You start sucking, working your way down his length, occasionally looking up to see that look on his face that makes your pussy clench. He rests his hand at the back of your head, not applying pressure, just wanting to feel more of you as you bob your head up and down a few times.

You give the tip some attention, then go all the way down to the base so that your nose just lightly brushes against his pelvis, then back up again, keeping a nice rhythm. His groans, paired with the way his stomach tenses every time you take him down to the base, is almost enough to make you cum right then and there.

“Fuck…baby, stop, please. Don't wanna cum too early,” he murmurs hoarsely, reaching for you to get up and straddle his lap. Your hips slide back and forth, your slick coating him, his dick glistening under the low light of the living room lamp.

“Already? Jesus, Jungkook, have some self-respect.” You can't help but tease him a bit, even in a moment like this, where you're in no position to be making fun of his desperation when you’re as wet as you are.

He scoffs, his hand disappearing between your legs, his middle and ring finger rubbing slow circles over your clit before sliding back to sink into your sopping entrance, shutting you right up.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” he teases with a lazy little grin, his fingers slowly pumping in and out, your wetness allowing him to move them without any resistance.

“Don't speak about my daughter at a time like this.”

His laughter gets cut off by your lips crashing into his, his fingers slipping out of you as you lift your hips to align the tip of his cock with your entrance.

“Want me to sit on it?”

“Yeah.” His voice is breathless as the anticipation slowly builds in his gut. No matter how many times you have sex, he’ll never get tired of that rush of adrenaline that flows through him in that moment right before he slides in.

“Ask nicely.”

“___, come on,” he laughs half-heartedly, tilting his head back against the couch, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

“Ask me nicely and I’ll sit down, Kook,” you whisper, leaning in so that your lips just barely graze against his.

“Please…please, baby. Ride me, please.”

The groan he lets out as you slowly sink down on his cock is enough to send shivers down your spine. It's thick and long, but it's not too big for it to hurt. It fits perfectly, nice and snug like a glove.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he mutters hoarsely, his hands gripping you harder as you begin to roll your hips in that fluid motion that makes him go a little crazy.

It feels like an honour that he gets to see you like this, naked on top of him, riding him deep and slow on his couch after a long day at work. He doesn't know what he ever did in his lifetime to deserve to be balls deep inside you on a Friday night, but he knows that he’s a lucky bastard.

“Just like that. Fuck, you're so tight,” he groans, looking down to watch the way your pussy sucks him in, like something out of a wet dream.

You set a nice pace, riding him just the way he likes it. You reach down to rub circles over your clit, your walls clenching around his cock, pulling soft moans and whimpers from his lips.

“Keep going,” he mutters, his voice trembling. “Fuck, you're gonna make me cum, baby…”

You ride a bit faster, applying more pressure to your clit as you chase your own high. He fights to keep his eyes open, desperately needing to watch you as the pleasure takes over.

“Fuck, Jungkook!” The pleasure creeps up on you and you cum with a breathless moan, your walls fluttering around his length, throbbing and pulsating.

“Gonna…holy shit…gonna cum, baby, don't stop…”

You use the last of your energy to bring him to his peak, moving your hips until his cock twitches and his muscles tense beneath you. He cums with a guttural groan, his fingers digging into your flesh so hard that it might bruise tomorrow.

You continue to grind down on him to help him ride it out. You gently run your fingers through his damp hair, his skin slightly dewy, his eyes squeezed shut. He trembles as the aftershocks flow through him, his breathing coming out a bit uneven.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, looking like he just died and came back to life. He lifts his head to press a soft kiss to your lips, but you pull away before he can deepen it.

“Come on, let go. I gotta go clean up.”

You very rarely allow him to cuddle you after sex. It feels too intimate, too romantic. You don't allow yourself to be romantic with Jungkook. He's not your boyfriend and you like it that way.

He lets out a small hum of disagreement as you lift yourself up, his hands moving to hold your waist.

"Stay here for a little longer," he mumbles softly, his voice drowsy. He looks at you with big doe eyes, trying to persuade you to stay. “Just a few more minutes.”

“You're starting to soften inside me and I have to shower, Kook. You know I hate feeling sticky.”

He reluctantly lets you go, groaning softly as you get up off his lap. "Fine, fine," he grumbles, his eyes following you as you walk over to the bathroom.

You walk off to his bathroom and close the door, locking it behind you. Locking the door is something so simple but it means so much. It means, 'You're not my boyfriend so we can't share that level of intimacy. You can fuck my brains out, but you can't wash my hair in the shower or sit on the toilet while I do my skincare'. It's too coupley.

Jungkook slowly puts his boxers back on, staring at the bathroom door. He knows he’s not your boyfriend. He knows he probably never will be. He knows all your boundaries and your rules and your reasons for having them, but that doesn't make it sting any less. He can't help but wonder what it would feel like if you actually allowed him to love you, but he knows he’s just being foolish and hopeful. He knows that by physically locking that door, you're locking him out of ever getting closer to you emotionally.

Part 2 >

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake Accidentally Takes Over the World (and Didn’t Think to Mention It)

So, Janet somehow spent decades climbing her way into every government worth a damn, ruling the entire world from behind the scenes. And then, because the universe is apparently wild, she left it all to Tim.

Cut to Tim Drake, the brand-new, completely reluctant secret ruler of the entire planet. And he just… never really thought it was worth mentioning?

The Batfam finds out when Bruce stumbles across an encrypted memo traced to a mysterious Gotham office with Tim’s name on it.

Bruce, holding up the memo: “Tim. Want to explain why this document about, oh, international finance reforms is signed with your encryption key?”

Tim, not even looking up from his laptop: “Oh, yeah. That. Janet left me her ‘global influence portfolio’ or whatever. Mostly paperwork.”

The Batfam stares in total shock.

Dick sputters nearly dropping his coffee: "Wait—you’ve been managing world policies?!”

Tim, shrugging, barely paying attention as he emails the president of Germany: “Well, yeah. I figured someone had to keep things running. It's not that big a deal. I mostly just redirect some policies. You know, keep things running smoothly.”

Jason, absolutely cackling: “Are you telling me that little Replacement here is the reason for half the ‘global cooperation’ headlines?”

Tim, scrolling through emails: “They send me reports; I send suggestions. And honestly, they make it way more dramatic than it is. It's not that hard."

Barbara stares at him, half horrified, half impressed. “How did we not notice this?”

Tim blinks. “I mean, it’s not like I was actively hiding it. I assumed you guys knew I was… kind of managing these things?”

Cue utter disbelief.

Stephanie, laughing too hard to breathe: “Tim, do you have world leaders on speed dial?”

Tim, completely unfazed: “Only the important ones. They text, mostly. Oh—by the way, I might’ve influenced a minor arms control thing last week. Don’t worry; it’s all sorted.”

Bruce, looking like he’s two seconds from fainting: “Sorted? Tim, we're talking about you having global authority here. People notice these things."

Tim shrugs again as his phone buzzes with notifications. “Sure, but it’s not like they’re going to do anything too crazy. I just suggest stuff, and they listen. Honestly, it’s like herding really powerful, really overdramatic cats.”

Damian, scandalized: “You mean to tell me, Drake, that you’re manipulating world politics like it’s a game of checkers?”

Tim, still casual: “Manipulating’s a strong word. Like I said, it’s more just nudging things along.” His phone buzzes again. “Oh, hang on. France is panicking about their energy policy again.”

The Batfam tries to process the fact that Tim—Tim, who routinely forgets what day it is—is now, somehow, running the world.

And then his phone buzzes with a message from the UN Security Council.

Tim sighs, glancing down. “Oh, great. Looks like they’re debating nuclear arms again. Be right back.”

Meanwhile, the Batfam is left absolutely speechless, processing the fact that their Tim—scrawny, coffee-fueled Tim—is apparently one of the most powerful people on the planet. And to him its just another tuesday.

[quarterlifekitty]

In honor of Lunar New Year, I decided to get freaky!

Please enjoy this celebration of the each animal zodiac with some Hybrid!AU scenarios. Lots of size kink, breeding kink, feral behavior, and more. I'm really on my nerd shit here. Really playing with my dolls rn. This is so utterly distant from the source material it's unreal. You've been warned. [part 1 of 2]

Barn Cat!Nikto x Rat!Reader

Nikto is a dutiful, prideful creature. A stray who domesticated himself to a farm, hunting their vermin in exchange for a place to call his own when he pleased. He’s caught a thousand little krysy like you, but you give him pause when he bears down on you. Something about the quiver to your tail, the nervous clench of your legs… It’s not how rats ought to act when under the paw of a cat. He’s inclined to keep you– curious about what else fear might make you do.

Chianina!Ghost x Vechur!Reader

You’re in adjacent pens, having travelled a long way– you’re show animals, the most exemplary in your breed. True to form, he’s gigantic and has a brilliant white coloring to his fur, and you’re, well… little. Constantly crowded around for onlookers to take pictures, the ox beside you flaring his nostrils when he sees you being overwhelmed and anxious, stamping to scare off the spectators. You’re almost infuriatingly diminutive to him. He doesn’t know how it’s possible, and if the abundance of ribbons on your gate is anything to go by– you’ll probably be paired up to somehow make an even smaller little calf. Maybe he’ll just have to take some steps to make sure he can see it for himself.

Flemish Giant!König x Netherlands Dwarf!Reader

You’re unceremoniously pushed onto the back lawn of the house. Your owner and his are good friends– and have recently become obsessed with the idea of having little baby bunnies to cuddle. Boy meets girl– can I make it any more obvious? You can, because they neglect to take into account your difference in breed. You’re terrified when you encounter him, and he doesn’t help matters when he catches you by the ankle as you try to dive under the porch to hide. But he doesn’t do anything bad when he’s caught you. Just holds you a little too tight, nuzzling, like you’re little more than a toy to him. Unfortunately for you, your owners consider it a successful playdate, keen to set more up regularly until the right season rolls around.

Tiger!Horangi x Housecat!Reader

You live on a plantation bordering forest, climbing in and out of the window by your favorite basking spot to explore. Being raised among humans, your survival instincts are a bit dull– you can’t tell that you’re being watched by a tiger. He’s never seen a little creature like you. You’re like him, but small. But you still very much smell like a female, so he’s more than content to stalk after you. He doesn’t really understand why your back bristles up when he roars. He’s used to females growling and swiping at him when they’re not interested, but you run off back to your window, shaking as you watch him from the walls of your little palace. He’ll try again tomorrow.

Dragon!Price x Fish Scale Gecko!Reader

There aren’t many dragons left in the world. Price, for one, hasn’t seen another since he was very young. He hasn’t seen much of anything in the past hundred years or so– hasn’t come down from on high. No reason to. The forest begins to return to the mountainside– having been leveled by his flame decades ago. With the trees come more creatures, including you. Scales and tail not unlike a dragon– though your size and tree-dwelling habits are decidedly un-dragonlike. With his mating season on the horizon, beggars can’t be choosers, but when he tries to grab you by the tail, he’s left holding a fistful of scales. It gets his blood running hot– he’s forgotten what a thrill it is to hunt. He might just be in love.

Reticulated Python Naga!Nikolai x Brahminy Blind Snake Naga!Reader

You have no idea as to the extent of Nikolai’s tail, as you can’t see it. All you know are the shadows he makes against the sunlight. You know that he eats strange things, things that don’t sound like eggs or larvae (what he’s eating are your predators, hoping to take advantage of a tiny, blind, defenseless thing out in the open). When he ponders about how he’s going to stretch you to fit his cock, to take his eggs– you can’t even begin to imagine what he’s talking about. Your mother made all of her eggs on her own, and so did your sisters– what does he need you for?

[queenendless]

JEALOUS

A/n: Yall. S2, EP 12 ... BIG TIME love and thanks to everyone involved in making that episode truly a SPECTACULAR~!

This however was inspired by ep 9 and 10 but of course this is its own thing.

Jealous!Jinwoo x Fem!Adult!Reader (ft Baek and Choi)

CW: Jealous Jinwoo and kinda reader too, reader got self doubt issues, petnames, angst, hurt/comfort, brief isekai and self awarness mentioned, LADS cameo, plus steamy stuff implied at the end.

NO REPOSTS, TRANSLATIONS, PLAGIARISM, AGELESS BLOGS AND AI USE WITH MY FAN WORKS ALLOWED. Reblogs likes and follows to support my fan works are allowed pls n thnx.

Eyeing gorgeous illustrations or animated shows filled to the brim with breathtaking characters you could only dream of meeting let alone befriending your whole life was the closest you had gotten to it.

Starting anew in Korea gave way to you seeing sights that you never believed you'd ever get to view in person.

Especially in the world of hunters, D&D becoming the new norm of your day to day.

But you were hit on all for kicks to the jokesters, regardless of your hurt emotions from the mockery and cat calls.

Too bad for them, though.

They were nearly extinguished from existence from the one that did take your feelings seriously into account from the moment your eyes connect.

That being your beloved Jinwoo.

In public, he's calm, cool and collected when out with you. But any and every single unfortunate individual that dares attempt to seduce you, never ends well for them. Only your overprotective jealous Monarch has the privilege of doing so.

Today was no exception.

Mr. Go Gunhee, the head of the Hunters Association, wished to meet Jinwoo on some business at the Hunters Gym. Only to be offered to participate in an S-rank training session.

The aura farmer that is your Jinwoo.

The very same one whose agile movements, swift like speed, and high level instincts aided in his perception of the situation. You rarely get to see Jinwoo in training let alone sparring as is.

Seated on the sidelines as you watched the free for all of him against several S-ranks to test how far he has come. That is, with you in the Hunters gym, he knew going all out could potentially put you at risk.

You were both surprised you could stay, barely being swept up in S-tier brawls as is.

But you weren't worried. Rather, you were narrowed in on Jinwoo's thick heavyweight black sweatshirt riding up as he swerved through Lim Tae-Gyu's rain shower of arrows, revealing those sculpted muscles along his abdomen. Those light gray spray painted cargo pants hugged his long legs in all the best ways as he clashed kicks with Cha Hae-In, especially for his well crafted ass clenching in response. His ebony wavy locks twinkled with sheen as he worked up a sweat flying through the air while running along the giant sized Ma Dongwook swinging his arms about.

Those eyes of Jinwoo's blazed from the combat high as he stole glances at you now and then, widening at how raptured you were at his prowess; despite holding back for your safety, gave him such a prideful boost as his lips curled smugly before easily knocking Ma back from landing right on his forehead.

“Are you alright?” That deep baritone voice drew you out of your wandering mind of dreams suffocating your faint hearted self. The sweaty bare chested man that is Baek Yoonhoo walking up to you from the main hallway. Your face burned at how impressive the guild master of the White Tiger guild looked up close. His own sheen made his muscles really pop out.

“Yeah. Just lost in thought.” Tremors leaked in your pronunciation for your heart raced at sensing piercing eyes aimed right at you and they weren't Baek's.

With the fluffy towel wrapped around his thick veiny neck, he started wiping away the sweat trailing along his sharp face when his curious sharp toothed smile of his gave your insides somersaults. “Quite a heated match here. Hunter Sung is putting on quite the show for you.”

“Oh I wouldn't put it like that …” The unsure awkward drawl you left off on got him raising a brow at your self conscious behavior. Glowing eyes narrowed in suspicion, within your Shadow and from afar. “I would have liked to see you take part though.”

Baek sheepishly chuckled, hints of red dusting his chiseled cheeks. “While I appreciate it, I admit my very best isn't enough to reach his level though —”

Perception works both ways.

Chewing the inside of his cheek as he got nearly socked in the face was Jinwoo's best way of keeping his growls subdued, hearing exchanged word for word through your linked shadows.

“The Beast being humble, how quaint.” The teasing lilt in the new voice joining in nabbed you threes’ attention. “So, you're the lucky lady that has our newest S-rank wrapped around their finger.”

The sly charming smile of the guild master of the Hunters Guild, Choi Jong-in, got you kind of weary.

“I'm surprised Hunter Sung is willing to participate in this little match. Then again, Hunter Cha has spoken nothing but praise of him as of late. She's quite taken by him.”

The rush of clashing against his opponent suddenly became second in Jinwoo's spirit, the shock of Choi's seed of doubt placed in your mind sends the strands of envy intertwining with rage.

Baek bit out, jabbing his irksome rival in the ribs with that hefty elbow of his, those crimson eyes heatedly glaring in reply. “Way to show tact, jackass. Pay his words no mind, Ms. L/n.”

The crumpled frown you couldn't suppress despite Baek's advice grew, spotting the pair now engaging in close combat. Even from far away you could imagine that same longing mystique in her gaze that'd be on par with yours. All for Jinwoo. And only him.

But with his back facing you, you couldn't quite see his beautiful, familiar face. Nor his glowing eyes matching the mana visually seeping out of his twitching fingertips; his tolerance running thin.

“Forgive me for my insensitivity. Anyone foolish enough to let such a rare gem slip from their grasp is the true fool. That said,” Choi's amicable smile still made such mixed feelings stir in your nerve wracked cage, even as he took your hand graciously. "It's truly a pleasure to meet you, my dear.”

Baek clicked his tongue. “Putting the moves on her won't win you any favors.”

Choi's calm demeanor cracked. “Says the married man that approached her first.”

The taller of the two butted heads with the smaller one, literally. “I'm not the one actively hitting on a taken woman, genius!”

“Gentlemen, there's no need to fight!” Being the center of attention in the midst of a developing brawl got your nerves wracked.

Perception works both ways, indeed.

The baring fangs and the flames sparking at the fingertips get blown away by the thick smog of imposing aura that curtains you from behind in an instant. His musky sweaty scent reeled you back, those firm hands squeezing your hip bones quite needily. Everyone's shadows rippled from the King making his presence known.

“I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't fill my angel's head with such delusions anymore, Hunter Choi.” Jinwoo’s minatory words irked the latter just as it terrified them both. Especially when your love's voice warped to match that of an inhuman entity. “Implying I'd leave her for another is unforgivable.”

Spotting Hae-In from out of the corner of your eye, her downtrodden eyes full of ache at her lovelorn self made you toil in pity yet taking twisted pleasure in it.

Auras stoked like bonfires at this confrontation, the experienced hunters glowing eyes widened in alarm from the endless well Jinwoo's own mana emanated.

“You can have your little quarrel elsewhere … unless you rather join me in a spar of our own to settle this dispute.” The eerie smirk on Jinwoo's face startled both men, garnering the other hunters concern of the potential clash, knowing their newest addition could level the entire area and more if pushed too far —

“Jin.” Your voice calling out his name calmed the raging storm inside, him softening at those lovestruck eyes of yours. “It's okay.” He felt your form slowly calming down, growing more slackened against his warm self.

His snugly arms coiled around your frame, humming deeply, before firmly pecking your forehead. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, sweetheart~” That honey dripping tone he purred in your ear had you trembling, a stark contrast from his earlier behavior. “I hope you enjoyed my performance though~” His fingers pinched the plush area above your hips, drawing jumpy squeals out of you, his genuine grin popping out in response to your precious light. “Shall we get going, then?” Your nod of approval gets him squeezing you tighter. “Sorry gentlemen. Next time, then. Shadow Exchange.” The shades of night enveloped you as you were still in his grasp, taking you with him. A shadow soldier took its lieges’ place before vanishing itself in black wisps.

Back in the comfort of your shared place, Jinwoo gave you another forehead kiss before excusing himself to go shower.

Your muscles flared as chronic body pains were your crutch. Laying on your tummy on your shared bed, you spent a good while on your phone, chasing your earlier strifes away by playing the newest 3D otome game straight outta China that had you joining the many other starved ladies out there.

Whether the time traveler, the doctor, the merman, the dragon, or the colonel, you were having a hell of a time.

Lost in the addiction of mobile gameplay, you fail to detect the halt of the shower head running nor the adjoining bathroom door opening up with his silhouette in the frame, drying his wet hair, spotting you smiling at your digital boy toy.

The predatory growl from above that came with a heavy body carefully pinning you beneath his bare torso got your attention finally. Long lithe hands easily pried your phone out of your grasp, scraping his thumb only for your CG favorite calling out to you.

“How dare you steal my angel from me, bastard?” Such a low primal growl, his flashing eyes reflecting on your screen in that moment.

“Jin, it's just a game.” You murmured.

Tossing your phone gingerly a bit away from you both along your plush comforter, he leans off you just to roll you on your back, gulping at how quickly his eyes darkened. His own sheen marbled bode replaces that of Baek's in your mind's eye, slowly heaving those plush pecs and smooth abs dotted by droplets that added to the attractiveness.

“One that's nabbed your attention elsewhere. And after earlier today, all I want now is all your affection.” His coy grin grew as your hands already brushed those drops away while feeling the muscles beneath. “Like so~”

“You know I love you.”

“And the other way around?” He takes handfuls of the comforter around both sides of your head as he lowers down slowly enough until he drapes over your being, his seabreeze body lotion scenting his skin, his sweatpants hanging loosely by those peaking out hips as he pinned yours in between, his face now a hair's breadth away. “You're not the only person alive plagued with jealousy.”

“Master Baek is happily married and Master Choi isn't much my type so —”

“He crossed a line today.” His rumbling grunt cut those words in half.

“Miss Cha still really likes you. Even before I came along.” Your sad accepting smile aches him even more.

“She's just as much a comrade as she is my friend. But I turned her down because I met you.”

“I'm no S class hunter, though. Nor a mighty vessel of power. I don't have much to offer as a hopeless human.” The self-inflicted seeds of doubt were an ongoing problem you still struggle with, more than ever now.

Your choked up vulnerability pulled at his heart strings. Tears trailed sideways from your eyes, wetting the cloth, to which his thumbs immediately rubbed against your already reddening gaze. “You're my passion.” Your fangirling escapades into your interests always grabbed his intrigue. “My inspiration.” You became his biggest reason to making the world a less cruel place for you both. “My heart.”

“And you're my strength.” His humble sweetness earned him your trust. “My courage.” Witnessing his strength amiss his conquests swooned you over. “My angel.”

The shower of yearning kisses littered every inch of your face, your smile now one of relieving joy. Those velvety lips of his suddenly trailed down to your neck, bringing forth shuddering gasps and breathy moans outta you.

“In this version of the story, you've become my light.” The sharp deep bites he began marking all over your neck brought forth such burning longing in you, already wringing through his wet silk hair, keeping him as close as possible. “You have yourself to blame.” His heated breath meets your collarbone before he suckles there until red blemishes decorate it.

“Pardonne-moi?” You quipped naively.

“Your stubborn little self wormed your way into my life. Can't let you be in the company of another man vying for your hand, now can I?”

Tapping his shoulders, you get him to look up at your blushing beautiful self.

“You've filled my every thought, every wish, and every dream from the moment I met you.” Cradling his face in your hands, diving into those endless pools of gray and blue wonder. The plethora of feelings mere simple words cannot come close to truly representing them still retain a chokehold on you but you still try. “I want only you, Jinwoo. Forever.”

You felt his smile against your chest before he crawled up to finally devour that achingly intoxicating mouth of yours.

“Y/n, I'm incomplete without you.” He breathed between breaks. “I know you inside and out.” This feverish makeout got steamy real quick. “Your personal taste, your darkest desires, your type.” Traversing familiar smoldering caverns, tongues clashing for dominance, both of you starving for each other's essence. “You're stuck with me, you naive tease.”

“Likewise, you farming Player.” Your otherworldly knowledge still astounds him to this day.

His dark chuckle got your spine shivering with excitement.

“Going all out would have been another story entirely.” The towel draped around his neck gets tugged off. “I'd let you and only you be my audience for that.” You're puddy in his hold as his other hand gingerly took both yours. “To prove how I alone am the only one worthy to be yours.” Binding your hands above your head with his towel. “For the rest of eternity.”

His hand wandered down your goosebumped arms, brushing your hair before tenderly cupping your already nuzzling cheek, his thumb teasing your bottom bruised lip, and his tongue licked his own in anticipation.

“Now then, my Y/n, we have a long night ahead of us …” Straddling your hips, you already felt his crotch needily brushing up against your own. “Enough to have every inch of you mine for the taking.”

His half lidded eyes glowed again, his other hefty hand resting over right where your racing heart was, beating for him. And only him.

“Shall we~?”

Hearts filled his eyes as did yours for his jealousy is on par with yours.

“Lets.”

[shoukokus]

hiii im the anon who requested the black widow reader! im here to request again if thats okay :)

can I request the housewardens finding out reader has been taking care of some kittens they found in a box? (like 3-5 kittens max) and they only find out cuz reader eagerly texted and called them abt it and wanted the boys to see the babies?

also idk if I asked but if I didn’t can I be 🌙 or 🌧️ anon? if not thats ok (I feel like I asked alr did I forget??)

CUTE

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is very concerned when you miss class, but when you text him asking him to come over, it turns to boyfriend annoyance

He insists on waiting until classes are over, and that you need to come as well, but with both of you stubborn, you stand your grounds

Hours later he shows up at your dorm, ready to chew you out for being irresponsible

But when you pull him in, all excited and eager, he pouts and lets it go. FOR NOW

As you tug at him into the living area, all words fall short when he sees several kittens crawling around the room. They were meowing and pawing at each other and Riddle's heart skips a beat

Perhaps if you missed class in order to take care of these less fortunate creatures... he could look past it and also maybe help?

Leona Kingscholar

Leona was probably just looking for an excuse to skip class, let's be honest, and seeing you gone was just that

He wanders, loosely heading for your dorm, and is surprised to see you outside. Why would you be okay to be outside (as in not sick) but not in class?

Obviously he surprises you by the way you jump at him calling to you, and you almost guiltily turn to face him

There's a box in your arms that's... moving?

A little kitten's head pops up and Leona nearly groans. You didn't. Please tell him you didn't

As you explain yourself, you're giving all the little cats head scratches. ..He'd like you to put down the box and give him that attention. It's not a request, it's a demand

Azul Ashengrotto

After class, you disappeared very quickly, not even kissing your boyfriend goodbye!

He has to get back to the Mostro Lounge, so he sends the twins just to make sure you're all right (and not mad at him) but then they don't return!

Azul huffs and decides to get to the bottom of this, heading over to your dorm. He just about faints at the scene he finds. You, the twins, and half a dozen kittens crawling all over the place

"W-what the.." he stutters out, growing red when you take his hand, happy to see him and wanting him to join in playing with the new residents

Azul doesn't have much experience with land pets, but the twins seem to be having a lot of fun (in their own Leech ways) so he wouldn't be outdone

He's secretly very proud that you took on such a task out of the goodness of your heart. The spirit of benevolence must be rubbing off on you

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim shows up at your place constantly without warning, just wanting to spend time with you, but today you aren't here!

He sadly waits on the steps until you finally begin to approach with some bags. Kalim rushes at you planting kisses on your face. You must have been shopping at Sam's!

But what were you buying that Kalim hadn't bought you already?

You smile cheekily, pulling him inside to reveal that your home had been taken over by a litter of kittens!

Kalim wants to own every animal he ever sees, and this is no different. He's already naming them and calling them your children. HE'S SUCH A PROUD PAPA

Seeing you help these kittens just makes his heart beat faster for you. Such compassion for helpless creatures is a recipe for love <3

Vil Schoenheit

Vil spots the animal fur on you from a mile away. You couldn't possibly hide the fact that you had multiple kittens, not from him

He confronts you about it, trying to make sure that it doesn't interfere with the rest of your life.

After that conversation, you repeatedly try to introduce your boyfriend to the kitties, but he doesn't need all the hair, the smell, the scratches, that come with them.

Eventually it's unavoidable though, he has to spend time with you after all.

Vil is not immune to kitty cuteness, don't get me wrong, but he just doesn't... get it.

Although he does take a liking to a particularly calm one of the bunch that simply rests in his lap peacefully. To have that, just holding your hand as you watch a movie together.. That wasn't so bad

Idia Shroud

Knowing how much your boyfriend likes cats, you tell him right away

It instantly becomes his life. Buying little clothes for them, ensuring they have all the coolest cat technology, taking LOTS of pictures, and even being at your place with them instead of his room when he's "attending" classes

The two of you have a shared file of pictures, and he makes one of them (a picture of you holding up two of the little ones) his lockscreen

You laugh one time and joke about how they're like your kids, and he gets SO red. Him? You?? KIDS??

Doing this with Idia is just such a cute idea dfkjsf;sdlfhs, so wholesome and really gets him passionate about something.

Most of all, though, he loves getting to do it with you <3

Malleus Draconia

Malleus was not happy about how distracted you had been lately

Running off with no warning, and the only thing Grim would say is that you went back to the dorm

Obviously he had to regain your attention, so he teleports into your living room. He's met with you fixing up meals for several kittens that were meowing at your feet

"Dearest?" He asks, eyes wide as he regards the scene. You smile at him and say to come and meet the kitties!

You sheepishly told him that you found them at the last town you went to, and couldn't just leave them on the street. He understands of course, your compassion is one of the things he loves most about you, but you could've asked for his help!Truthfully you didn't know if he'd want to, they are a handful and you have to devote a lot of attention to them!

He does pause at that, but with a flick of his wrist, the meals are done and all the kittens are eating peacefully. He takes you by the hand with a satisfied smile. "Now, then, you're free."

So sorry that this took so long. Just been working through stuff and personal things going on in my life. Hope to get some motivation back soon!

[woso-dreamzzz]

Second Time's The Charm XI

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: An old face watches a match

She wasn't as young as she once was.

Teaching hadn't originally been her first choice as a job but after finishing school and spending a few years bored senseless as a receptionist, at age twenty-five, she'd made the change to teaching children in their first year of school.

Now, twenty-five years later, she was getting older and her students seemed to be just as wild and excitable as they always had been.

This school trip hadn't exactly been planned by the school, not fully anyway but a generous donation from who knows where had her and a few other teachers taking a three classes of wiggling and excited five year olds to a home match for the Barcelona women's team.

"Let's get to our seats now," She says, trying to get everyone in her class seated and happy but it's like trying to fight a group of wet cats - a losing battle.

"Miss, he pushed me!"

"Miss, I want to sit with my friends!"

"Miss, I can't find my bracelet!"

"Miss, my Mami gave me spending money!"

"Miss!"

"Miss!"

"Miss!"

She sighs to herself, rattling off instructions in a way that only a practiced teacher could.

"Lucas, stop pushing people. We use our nice hands with people. Isabella, you can sit next to your friends if there's space. Ana, your bracelet got put into your bag. Pedro, spending money can be used at half time. Now, everyone needs to sit down or else they won't start the match!"

It takes a little while to get all the kids settled and she briefly thinks about how this would be a hell of a lot easier if the school had more people who could chaperone.

It's a fleeting thought because she knows she can't do anything about it now but still, it would be nice.

Nice like it is now to watch one of her old students walk out as one of the most well known footballers not only in Spain but the world as well.

Alexia Putellas, the captain of Barcelona, leads her team out - head held high and back straight. A far cry from the little girl that used to slump in her seat in class and cry when someone took her ball at breaktime.

There weren't many students that she remembered so well - a handful that have ended up in politics, one that somehow ended up at the UN and one whose arrest made national news.

But Alexia was one of the good ones, helpful and polite most of the time.

She can remember though, with startlingly clarity the second day of classes.

It had been her second day as a teacher ever and she'd been supervising the playground at lunch when Alexia had appeared and dragged her off.

She'd dragged her all the way to the slide where you'd been waiting.

"You have to marry us, Miss," Alexia had said, eyes wide and incredibly earnest," We want to get married."

"Er..."

"You have to, miss," You'd joined in," Because we're in love and my Papa always said that people in love get married."

She'd been speechless then but still done as you and Alexia said, a little charmed by those two little girls begging to be married under the slide.

Alexia was easy to follow now, her exploits known throughout the country on and off the pitch. You'd faded though and your old teacher wasn't quite sure where you'd ended up.

Likely something successful and important.

Even as a little girl, you'd had a good work ethic. Work before play, always, was something you'd abided by.

She could see you as something important now. Your parents were doctors, she's pretty sure, so maybe you followed in their footsteps.

It would suit you, she thinks as she watches Alexia slam the ball into the net for a third time today.

Barcelona wins.

But that's entirely to be expected.

What isn't expected though, is for the staff from the team to invite the classes down onto the pitch to meet the players.

"Carlos, don't run! Mia, don't yell over someone! Lucas, again! Stop pushing people! Everyone will get a turn!"

"Some things never change then."

She turns with a smile. "Alexia."

"Hi, Miss."

"You don't have to call me that anymore."

Alexia's brow wrinkles. "What else would I call you? You've always been my teacher."

"You're an adult now, Alexia. You don't have to call me that anymore if you don't want to."

"But I do. Is that alright?"

"That's okay. So long as you want to."

Alexia beams, the same big smile she had as a five year old when she would come to the desk with a picture she drew of herself in the Barcelona kit.

It's still strange to see that exact image in real life.

"I'd like to introduce you to one of my daughters. This is Maya."

"She's beautiful."

"Mi Amor is just changing our other daughter. They'll be out in a minute."

"It's nice to see that you're doing so well. A good job. A nice family."

"We have dogs too! And my wife's old cat! She built me a house, you know? My wife, that is. Not her cat."

It's nice to see that Alexia's word vomit from her childhood hadn't changed much either. She was so stoic and quiet most of the time but any topic that drew her interest could be (and would be) talked about for hours at a time.

"That's nice to hear, Alexia."

"And we bought a villa in Greece for our next holiday! And I bought her this nice matching bracelet and necklace set! But! You can't tell her because it's going to be a surprise!"

"A special occasion?"

Alexia looks affronted at the idea. "I don't need a special occasion to show my wife how much I love her! Just my love!" She turns, glancing over her shoulder and her whole face lights up. "Oh! Amor, you're back! Look, Miss Rivera is here!"

Miss Rivera looks over to the tunnel where you have emerged from, a babbling baby on your hip and a rock of a ring on your hand.

"Oh, hi, Miss!"

She sighs. "I told Alexia that you two don't need to call me that anymore."

You frown. "But you've always been our teacher. What else would we call you?"

"Miss, this is our new baby Elena." Alexia puffs out her chest proudly. "My wife gave birth to her. Doesn't she look good for giving birth a few months ago?"

You slap her on the shoulder before pressing a kiss to where you just slapped. "Don't listen to her, Miss. She'll take any excuse to talk about it."

Alexia nods solemnly. "It was very scary because there were complications but she's doing so well now. Both Elena and my wife. Right, Amor? She's a doctor, you know. Very successful."

Again, Alexia seems to preen like a peacock as if you being so successful and so smart brought her such pride.

"You've both been very successful," Miss Rivera says," I'm so proud. A long way from that marriage under the slide, huh?"

You grin, intertwining your fingers with Alexia's.

"But still married."

[mapis-putellas]

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍/𝑨.𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊

It was a busy Wednesday at the clinic, one of those days when the waiting room was packed with anxious pet owners and the phones never seemed to stop ringing. You were running on coffee and sheer determination, the day already off to a chaotic start with back-to-back surgeries and checkups. There were only three veterinarians working today, and you’d just wrapped up a particularly tricky procedure when the receptionist flagged you down for your next appointment.

You nodded, grabbing the chart and glancing at the name: Aitana Bonmatí. The name didn’t ring a bell, but then again, you weren’t exactly well-versed in local celebrities or sports stars. You stepped into the waiting room, scanning the crowd until your eyes landed on her.

She sat in the corner, her hands gripping the handle of a cat carrier resting on her lap. She was petite, her dark hair tied back in a neat ponytail, dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans. Despite the packed room, she looked calm, though there was a hint of nervousness in the way she glanced around. When your eyes met, she offered a small, tentative smile, which you returned instinctively.

“Aitana?” you called, and she stood up quickly, clutching the carrier like it was a lifeline.

“Sí,” she replied, her voice soft.

You gestured for her to follow you. “This way,” you said, leading her down the hallway to one of the exam rooms.

Once inside, she set the carrier on the table but didn’t open it. Instead, she looked at you uncertainly, as though unsure of what to do next.

“So, what brings you in today?” you asked, flipping through the chart.

She hesitated, biting her lip. “Uh…” She pulled out her phone, tapping a few buttons before holding it out to you. On the screen was a google translate displaying a message in English: Sasha needs her checkup and vaccinations.

You smiled, nodding in understanding. “Got it. A checkup and vaccines.”

She nodded vigorously, clearly relieved that you understood. “Sí,” she said again, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tucked her phone away.

Your Spanish was rudimentary at best, but you decided to try anyway. “Habla inglés un poco?” you asked hesitantly, hoping to gauge how much you could communicate without relying on her phone.

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Un poco,” she admitted, holding up her fingers to indicate a small amount. Then, she tilted her head. “¿Hablas español?”

You winced playfully. “Un poco,” you echoed, earning another quiet laugh from her.

“Well,” you said with a grin, pulling out your own phone, “looks like Google Translate is about to be our best friend.”

She smiled at that, her shoulders relaxing a little as you opened the carrier door.

“Let’s meet Sasha,” you said, gesturing toward the inside.

Sasha was a beautiful black-and-white cat with sharp green eyes that peered out at you warily. The moment you reached in, she hissed and swatted at your hand, making you pull back with a soft laugh.

“Oh, feisty one, huh?” you said, glancing at Aitana, who looked mortified.

“Lo siento,” she said quickly, clasping her hands together. “She… scared.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured her, pulling on a pair of gloves. “Most cats are.”

You tried again, this time moving slower, speaking softly to Sasha as you gently scruffed her and lifted her out of the carrier. She let out a low growl but didn’t resist too much as you set her on the table.

“She’s just a little nervous,” you said, then added in broken Spanish, “Está un poco nervioso.”

Aitana’s eyes widened slightly at your attempt, and she gave you an appreciative smile. “Gracias.”

As you began the exam, you tried to keep the atmosphere light, chatting to Sasha as though she could understand you. “Let’s see those ears. Oh, nice and clean. Good job, Sasha.”

Aitana watched you closely, her brows furrowed slightly in concentration as though trying to follow what you were saying. You noticed her expression and decided to slow down, switching to simpler phrases. “Sasha… healthy,” you said, gesturing toward the cat. “Todo bien.”

She nodded, her relief evident. “Todo bien,” she repeated softly, almost to herself.

The vaccines, however, proved to be a challenge. The moment you tried to hold Sasha still, she squirmed and let out a yowl, her claws catching your arm in the process. You hissed softly, pulling back to examine the thin red scratch that now adorned your forearm.

Aitana gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “¡Lo siento! I’m sorry! Lo siento mucho!”

You shook your head, already grabbing a tissue to dab at the scratch. “It’s okay,” you said, smiling at her to show it wasn’t a big deal. “Just part of the job.”

But she still looked horrified, her hands fluttering uselessly as though she wanted to help but didn’t know how.

“Really, it’s fine,” you said gently, switching to Spanish. “Está bien. No pasa nada.”

She relaxed a fraction at that, though the guilt didn’t entirely leave her face. “Sasha… no like doctor,” she said.

“Most pets don’t,” you replied, giving her a reassuring smile.

With a little patience, and a lot of treats, you finally managed to administer the vaccines. Sasha was less than pleased, letting out an indignant meow as you returned her to the safety of her carrier.

“All done,” you said, straightening up and giving Aitana a thumbs-up.

She looked at you uncertainly. “¿Terminado?”

“Sí, terminado,” you confirmed, and her face lit up in relief.

“Gracias,” she said, her voice heartfelt as she reached for the carrier.

“De nada,” you replied, wiping down the table and disposing of your gloves.

As she prepared to leave, she paused by the door, glancing at you hesitantly. “Um… you… okay?” she asked, gesturing toward your arm.

You looked at the scratch, which had already stopped bleeding, and gave her a reassuring smile. “Perfectly fine. I’ve had worse, trust me.”

She still looked uncertain, so you decided to lighten the mood. “Sasha is tough,” you said. “But I’m tougher.”

Her lips quirked into a small smile, and she ducked her head, clearly amused but still a little bashful.

“Don’t forget to book her next checkup,” you reminded her as she opened the door.

She nodded quickly. “Sí, I will.” Then, after a brief pause, she added softly, “Thank you. For… being patient.”

You waved her off with a grin. “Anytime.”

As you watched her walk away, Sasha’s carrier swinging gently at her side, you couldn’t help but feel a strange warmth in your chest. You didn’t know much about her—didn’t even recognize her as a famous footballer—but something about her lingered in your mind long after she left the clinic.

**

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[bluetimeombre]

⤑ ★ Getting along,

You and Bucky are dating, when Bucky adopts a cat of a mission the cat and you can’t seem to get along until you do.

[if you show me Bucky and Alpine, I will show you my heart crying- I love them so much] Bucky x reader. Cat scratches. Making out but not smut. Sam is featured. Enjoy!!

You loved Bucky.

You loved Bucky more than you loved anything in the world. Your heart was completely and utterly captured by that metal hand of his. You'd do anything for him, and he would you. The both of you knew that your love went beyond any stereotype that could be created.

However...

Bucky never usually did anything without consulting you first. Although there was only the two of you in your small apartment, you were the boss- and he wouldn't have it any other way.

So when he returned from a three day long mission you wanted nothing more than to jump in his arms, smother him in kisses and assure he was well rested and un-scathed.

In fact you were a leap away from him when you noticed the white fluffy thing cradled in his arms.

"Hey Doll," Bucky sighed, dropping his bag on the ground at his feet. With the arm that wasn't clutching the white live thing, he opened it for an embrace.

You stopped and stared. "Bucky, there's a cat under your arm."

"Yeah, I guess there is," he chuckled. His arm was still raised, still waiting for you.

You were staring at the cat and you were sure the cat was staring at you. No- glaring at you. "Do you know there's a cat under your arm?"

Bucky- getting the hint you weren't going to fall into his arms- dropped it down to the cats head and started to pet behind its ear. "The thing was stuck in that warehouse I couldn't leave it. I know I should've said something but I just thought," he trailed off, looking down at the cat. "And look at her face."

"It's a she?" suddenly you were feeling very replaced. Especially as the cat- she- was still curled up in his arms where you usually were.

"I've called her Alpine, suits her you think?" and Bucky was smiling, he seemed so genuinely happy to have a small animal curl into him as if it was a safe place. The only other person who treated him as such was you.

You tilted your head at the cat and watched it blink.

Bucky slowly set her on the ground. The cat- or as you should have got acquainted, Alpine- walked around his legs, wrapping a tail around him. "I've checked the lease, we're allowed pets. Sure, we'll have to get her some bowls and cat food, tuna's fine, right? And maybe some toys."

Still, you were silent, only watching the cat as it purred against Bucky. You couldn't be getting jealous over a stray... could you.

Bucky saw you weren't talking, saw that you were looking at the cat like trying to calculate its next move. He walked over, his hands cold from the night air holding your arms. "If there's a problem we can- we can look for a foster home."

But that little light in his eyes dimmed at the very thought of giving her up already. You had no idea, this cat could have been his soul companion on that mission. She could have saved his life, so maybe you'd have to allow the way Alpine curled against his boot and looked up at you as a way of claiming.

"The cat can stay," you agreed, begrudgingly.

Just for his grin you would have agreed again and again. "You are an angel," he said.

You smile, throwing your arms around his neck as his hands fall to your hips, delighted to be pulling you in. "Does an angel get a kiss from her returned lover?"

"Hmm, only when they're good." Bucky's lips were as soft as always as he pressed them against yours slowly. There would be no mission to rush off to. No awaiting call either of you would have to flea away for. There was just you, Bucky and all the time in the world to savour the way his lips traced yours, how his tongue dared to taste-

Then came the first meow that pulled you and Bucky away from your moment. It was the first but it would in no way shape or form to be the last.

You'd never thought to box yourself in as a 'cat' or 'dog' person, but after Alpine, you were starting to wish Bucky had just found a fish.

It started with the small things, like the two of you having breakfast only for Alpine to jump up and steal Bucky’s attention.

But then Alpine got a spot in the bed- specifically- right between the two of you.

You were coming home late one night from work and wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with Bucky and sleep. So when you kicked off your shoes and peeled off your jacket, lazily making your way to the bedroom. You were about to fall down next to Bucky who was already sleeping, and arm out to your empty side, when you spotted what was under his arm.

Alpine.

"Oh no you don’t buddy," you scoffed.

She blinked up at you.

"Move." You were being as quiet as possible- you knew Bucky was a light sleeper.

Alpine meowed in defiance.

You tried to tug on the blanket, tried to get her to move it but she only showed your her fangs. "Oh that’s how you want to play it?"

Bucky grumbled. "Doll? What are you doing?"

"Fighting with your cat."

There was a lazy smile on his face. "Our cat."

"If she was our cat, she’d move so I could be with my man," you grumbled, perching on the edge of the bed.

His brows wriggled. "Your man."

Alpine still refused to move.

"Well-" he pushed himself up. "There’s an easy way to fix that."

Before you ask if it was putting the cat up for adoption, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in until you were held in his chest and he’d pushed you onto the bed with him. He attacked you with kisses and rolled along the bed until you were stuck under him.

Of course, Alpine moved when he wanted it.

But it wasn't just sleeping Alpine was cagey about, it was anything in the bedroom. Specifically, what was reserved for the bedroom.

You and Bucky had had a very busy week, and it had only dragged. So when the two of you finally had some time alone, you only wanted to use it wrapped up in each other.

Bucky was leaning on the headboard, his hands roaming your back and squeezing your hips as you moved atop him. Both of you were still clothed, only your lips and your tongue bare against each other. The motion of cloth between the two of you only built the frenzy.

You were in no rush to be quick. Although hard and fast was fun, nothing felt better to Bucky than softly caressing your body, squeezing and rubbing all his favourite spots.

"You feel so good, baby," he mused against your lips.

You moan, tilting your head back as his lips trail down your neck. "Bucky." Your hands tangle in his hair.

"Want you so badly," he said, marking the words against your neck as his teeth pressed into the skin. "Wanna throw you on this bed and-"

There was the faintest of scratches on the door could be heard from outside. If he weren't a super soldier it might have slipped past him.

He stilled.

"No, no, no," you groaned, grabbing his cheeks and making him look at you. "You want me. You need me."

"I do, I do," he nodded, pecking your lips. "But-"

As if she knew she was winning him over, Alpine meowed.

"She's fine," you say and wriggle on his lap to get his attention. It works as his eyes close and a guttural groan rips through his throat. "Let's keep going, keep going-" you smash your lips on his and make the slow movements fast.

He groans into your lips, gently nipping your bottom lip.

Alpine meowed louder and louder.

"She sounds so sad," said Bucky.

She scratched again.

Bucky lifted you from his lap and rolled, getting out from under you and you flopped on the bed. "I'm sorry, baby, i'm sorry, I just can't hear her like that." Bucky opened the door and Alpine wondered in casually. She climbed up her cat tree that Bucky kept in the corner.

You complain into the cushion.

"Look, hey, come on doll," Bucky crawls up the edge of the bed, turning you onto your back. He pressed kisses against your clothed stomach as he worked up. "She'll see what we're up to, she'll understand and she'll leave. Then it's just you and me."

His hands slipped under you shirt, feeling you and working you up. His lips kissed you sweetly along your neck but you watched Alpine, sit upon her tower and watch the two of you, her tail going side to side.

"No," you said, hands on his shoulders. He sighed and laid flat atop you. "No, can't do it, she's staring."

Bucky's grumble vibrated your whole body. "Alpine!"

"I'm gonna have a shower," you get out from under him but his hand still held yours.

Bucky was smirking. "Can I join you?"

But the decider came at the worst time.

Bucky had gone on a mission. It was supposed to be easy, nothing big, nothing serious, just a sweep of some odd movements at a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. It had left you and Alpine for two days to try to bond. Both of you seemed to have something in common while he was gone: you both missed him.

While you slept in his clothes, Alpine slept on his cushion and there was peace for forty-eight hours.

Then Sam called, Bucky had got hurt and was in a bad way.

You'd rushed to his side, Alpine had followed you as if she understood the phone call too.

He was out cold, a blow to his head. Part of his metal arm had been damaged in the fight and there was a bandage wrapped around his other shoulder. While his eyes were closed he just looked tired, like he was sleeping it off.

But you knew better.

"Oh my god," you gasp as Alpine jumps on the bed.

"He's stable, they got most the scrap metal out his other shoulder," Sam said, lingering with you. "It's just his choice when he wakes."

It took a lot to bring down the Winter Soldier. You were terrified that his 'when' he woke would be a while.

You walk to his side, going for his metal hand when Alpine screeched and her claws quickly dragged along your skin. You pulled away with a yelp at the angry claw marks down your hand. "Alpine!"

"Woah, ok!" Sam took your hand to check the cuts.

Alpine sat on the bed, looking as if she hadn't done anything wrong.

In anger, you tried for him again but Alpine warned you with her claws.

"Damn, that cat means business," said Sam, holding you back.... from a cat.

"Get down," you try to order her, tears in your eyes. Not because her claws hurt- they did, but because Bucky, your love, was lying in bed and she wouldn't let you near him.

She didn't move.

"Why won't you let me near him!"

"Ok, ok," Sam calmed you. "I have an idea." He disappeared, hoping you wouldn't get in a physical fight with the cat while he was gone.

Your chest rose and fell with harsh breaths. You wouldn't stand for it. It was one thing having Bucky's attention, it was another interrupting your alone time but your heart was breaking and you were scared. You wanted Bucky.

"I know you love him, I do to," you hold up your hands, to show how innocent you were as you stepped closer carefully. "I know he helped you out of a rough spot, he did with me to. But he's hurting, and I just want to hold his hand."

Alpine's eyes softened.

"I love him. I love him, Alpine. He's hurting and it hurts me. I just want to be at his side, like you are."

She wasn't going for an attack as you sank into the seat. She was still listening.

You gently take his metal fingers and wrap them around your hand until it's a weight. "We can both protect him now," you tell her. Maybe it would be nice to actually have some company. "Maybe if we both team up we can stop him from going on missions all together."

Her tail swished at the idea.

You smile as a little tear fell down your cheek. "You know, I didn't like you at first, stealing him from me. But maybe you're a little like me. Would do anything for him."

She meowed in agreement.

"Can we share?"

Her agreement came in form of her giving you space. She gently padded down the bed and curled at the end next to his boot.

When Sam came in with a can of tuna to lure Alpine away, he found both you and Alpine curled into Bucky, sleeping. He smiled to himself and left the can next to you- just in case Alpine wanted to dawn the Solider title.

You didn't remember falling asleep, you only remembered fingers running through your hair softly waking you.

You smile at the feeling, hiding your face in the covers when you realised the only hands to caress you like that were Bucky's and if Bucky was caressing you, he must be awake.

"Hey, baby," he greeted with a sleepy smile when you looked up.

"Buck-" you gasp and sit up, getting as close to the bed as you could. "You're awake? Are you ok? Should I get Sam?"

He smiled at your worry, his hand cupping your cheek and running his thumb over the red in your cheeks. "Leave birdbrain out there- i've got my favourites right here."

You kissed the palm of his metal hand. "I was so worried."

"I'm ok, doll." He took your hands, holding them. Bucky intended to bring them to his lips, to kiss them when he spotted the three angry lines of red. "Are you? What the hell happened?"

Only he could be in bed, injured after a mission gone wrong and worry about a couple scratches on your body.

You smiled, confusing him further. "Alpine and I had some things to sort out."

There was a flash of annoyance in his eyes and his foot nudged the cat still asleep at the edge of the bed. "Alpine!" he hissed.

"Leave her- leave her," you tell him, holding his arm and assuring him. "We worked out her differences and realized we have more in common."

With your words, Bucky settled down on the bed again, shifting slightly so he could gaze at you. "And what's that?"

"We love you."

[crepezinhos]

Scaramouche Links ❤️‍🔥

Hands:

The last thing you saw before he broke you (THE WAY HE CLAPS I SWEAR TO GOD I NEED TO MAKE A FANFIC OUT OF THIS)

He’s just casting a spell, don’t worry!

He can do a lot of tricks as you can see

Lubrification go brrr

Even more cool tricks!

He could punch me with those and I'd apologize

Chest

Served both chest and hands

Teasing mf

Lord have mercy on me

One round is all I'm asking for

THIS COSPLAYER I SWEAR

Chef kisses

Scaramouche with cats

Such an interesting way to cuddle a cat in a lap...

Scaramouche really loves cuddling pussies

We all wanna be that cat

Heat season when?

If he ain't kissing me like that, I don't want him

Thirst Traps

What a nice angle

You're cooked

Yes please yes please yes please yes please

Most (un)necessary gap ever

No comment on this one

Not a cosplayer, BUT served everything

We love a little bit possessiveness every now and then, don't we?

We all want it

Talking to him after it... 🤭

I'd do it with him in that asylum, I don't care

Rich Daddy Scara because why not?

He's cooked

If he isn't in Hogwarts, I'm not watching Harry Potter

I need more of Spiderman!Scara

Scaramouche thristing for you...

ME PLEASE ME PLEASE ME PLEASE

POV: He's waiting for you in your bed...

Seth (Cosplayer) Edit

First Date and he already wants you...

Lap

They'd need a whole army to get me out of there

LORD ALMIGHTY

Sorry, that was my comment

Huge shoutout to @seth_apocalypse on TikTok for half of these videos. Go check them out if you want more content ☝️

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My Pinterest has been acting very freaky lately so why share what I’ve been seeing?

[b1eedthefreak]

Chismosa

daryl x hispanic!reader

warnings: none!

reader speaks spanish in here by the way ^o^

⸻

Things in Alexandria had… shifted.

You’d gone from fighting walkers in blood slick boots to walking the safe streets in thighhigh socks and lip gloss. Rosita was leaning against the porch rail of your shared house, sipping sweet tea, while you lay on your stomach in the grass like a content cat, legs kicking behind you.

“Daryl looks like he hasn’t brushed his hair in three days,” Rosita said flatly, nodding toward the man in question.

You laughed, “Tres días? Ni sabe qué es un cepillo.”

You both BURST out laughing, clutching your sides, tears in your eyes. Rosita tried to compose herself but failed miserably when you mimicked Daryl’s signature arm swing and grunted like him under your breath.

Daryl, who’d been leaning against the fence a few feet away with his crossbow in hand, snapped his head toward the two of you. He didn’t say a word, but the shift in his body was obvious. He let out a very dramatic grunt, swung his arms all angry like, and stomped away toward the communal center like a toddler.

Rosita raised her brows. “Okay what was that?”

You sat up, blinking. “I… don’t know? Did we offend the forest prince?”

Later that evening, you walked into the dining area with a tray of food, scanning the room until your eyes landed on him. Daryl stood near the corner, hunched over like usual, trying to act like he wasn’t waiting for you. You grinned and made your way over, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Hi baby,”

He grunted.

You blinked. “Um. What was that? I can’t kiss you anymore?”

Daryl shifted, clearly stewing about something. “Saw ya earlier. Laughin’ with Rosita. Pointin’. Talkin’ in Spanish. ‘S obvious.”

You narrowed your eyes, confused. “What’s obvious?”

He avoided your gaze, muttering, “Y’all were laughin’ at me.”

You made the most dramatic gasp, slapping your forehead. “Daryl. Oh my God. You do think the world revolves around you!”

His scowl deepened, jaw tense.

You stepped closer, hands on your hips. “No one was laughing at you. We were talking about this guy Rosita used to date.. dude looked like he got a tattoo from a Cracker Jack box. You think you’re that funny?”

He grunted again, looking away, embarrassed now.

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek again. “I’m gonna kill you Dixon.”

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Bonus

Later that night, Alexandria Library

You found him in the back of the tiny library, sitting awkwardly on a couch with a book open in his lap.

You raised a brow. “Is that… Spanish for Beginners?”

He gave a grunt of protest but didn’t close the book. “Ain’t lettin’ y’all talk circles ‘round me…”

You sat beside him, smirking as you opened your own book. “Awwe! Look at you. Wanting to impress your girlfriend.”

“Didn’t say that,” he mumbled.

“Didn’t have to.” You nudged him. “Come on, say ‘Te amo.’”

He squinted. “Tay… ammo?”

You laughed so hard you fell against his side. “Close enough. I’ll teach you.”

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