#tall angry kitty

[merelydaydreaming]

three episodes into wind breaker and tell me why i could tell sugishitas va just on his "growl"!

[90smisaki]

WHERE IS MY FOOD ?

[moechies]

。・🍇゜・。

sukuna who’s eyes widen when he sees his little bunny eating grapes.

he doesn’t know about little hybrids like you, but he’s sure he remembers that little animals like dogs, and cats, can’t have grapes. or they’ll die.

he marches over to you, allowing the ground to vibrate with each and every step. you squeak in surprise, ears standing straight up and turning behind you to investigate the noise.

you tuen your head to see behind you, and his tank of a body is directly in front of your face. you look up, but it seems to drag for miles due to the man’s lean and tall body.

he watches you nibble on the sweet green grapes, 3 of them already stuffed in your mouth all at once. it makes your cheeks puffy and crooked.

“hi ryo—“

he wastes no time with greetings before grabbing you by your jaw, fingers pushing into your mouth to forcibly remove the grapes.

“are you fuckin’ dumb, bunny? can’t ya die from these little green things ?” he growls, situating himself on your fluffy bed to adjust your squirming body. he pulls your body onto his lap, arm laying across your tummy to keep you from wiggling. he tugs your ears back for more leverage, you squirm, and attempt to explain, but he succeeds in removing the fruits with two prominent fingers.

you cough from his intrusion, but sukuna stares at the two grapes in his hand when he was sure there was three in your mouth.

“y’r already coughing , are you going to die?”

he goes back to fish for more, fingers pressing against your fat lips ordering you to open your mouth, but you push him away.

“ryomen ! m’a bunny, not a dog ! i can eat grapes, dummy !” you squeal, hiding your face in his shoulder away from his assaulting hand.

“m coughing c-cause you’re sticking your fingers down my throat ryo!” you whine, and he puts down his hand.

“i thought these things could kill you.”

you feel yourself get hot at his unusual signs of caring, calming yourself before replying. you huff.

“n-no, i can eat it. just puppies ‘nd kitties can’t.”

you look back at him, fluffy ear rubbing against his meaty bicep and tickling him. he flinches away and scowls at the abhorrent feeling, not used to such ‘pests’ being so close to him. you grin,

“y’r still so sensitive, do you not like my ears ?” you raise them, tickling the tip against his shoulder.

“stop it. dumb bunny brat.” he carries you and places you back on the bed, taking his leave along with the carton of grapes.

“h-hey! i still want those !” you reach at him, but he doesn’t even turn back. he makes his way to the kitchen, and you hear a loud thud.

“did y’just throw them away ?!”

he comes back, leaning against the door frame with a smug look, one that turns into a grin when he sees your brows arched together in hopes that he’ll realize you’re angry. what a dumb bunny.

“i don’t like how they’re green.”

[chaoticace2005]

Rules for the Hazbin Hotel, authored by Vaggie:

1. No drugs.

2. No fights.

3. No pranks.

4. No problematic language.

5. No murder (OR TERRITORIAL GENOCIDE WHAT THE FUCK ANGEL)

6. No smuggling in of drugs. Not by sticking them up your ass. Or by hiding them in a pizza box. Or by slingshotting them to the roof. Or getting someone else to. Not at all.

7. No sexual rendezvous with outsiders in the hotel. No SHOWING sexual rendezvous with strangers to people of the hotel either.

8. Make sure the pig/future pets stay in the patron’s room. (This includes eggs!!)

9. No singing Limit singing to once twice per day

10. Stop flirting with the bartender Angel

11. Don’t call Husk “Husker” unless he allows it.

12. No harassing the staff at all. This includes asking who tops.

13. Don’t suggest anything sexual/romantic to Alastor unless you want your head cut off.

14. NO CUTTING OFF PEOPLE’S HEADS

15. NO EATING PEOPLE

16. NO MAKING CHARLIE CRY.

17. Don’t ask me to put my spear “inside you” Angel, what the fuck?

18. Don’t turn the interior of the hotel into a swamp?! Keep it contained in your room if you must!

19. No stabbing staff or residents. No matter how much they look like bugs! (OR IF THEYRE NAME IS ANGEL)

20. Don’t try and stab bugs if they’re within 10 feet of another demon.

21. Don’t call anyone a “bitch” OR TALK ABOUT HOW MY NAME SOUNDS LIKE “VAGINA”

22. Limit Niffty’s access to sharp objects.

23. NO DEALS ALASTOR

24. No drinking. Limit drinking at bar.

25. No mentioning the Stock Market Crash of 1929. For everyone’s benefit.

26. Don’t blow a hole in the wall.

27. Try to keep roast battles OUTSIDE the hotel. (Or stop picking fights?? Please Alastor I swear to God…)

28. No spying on the hotel for outside sources or putting technology that can be used against us.

29. No evil laughing in the middle of the night, what the fuck Alastor?

30. No building weapons/war machines.

31. No eggs! (Fine the eggs can stay.)

32. Someone please keep an eye on Niffty. (And the eggs.)

33. Stop touching people ANGEL.

34. Don’t make other people storm off HUSK.

35. Respect boundaries.

36a. If Angel looks like he’s about to pass out/cry don’t comment. Let him do his thing.

36b. Don’t try to talk to Angel if he’s on the phone with Valentino. Honestly don’t even mention his phone calls with Valentino.

37. Please don’t call Lucifer “Daddy”

38. Don’t turn into a 20 foot tall demon-eating creature unless absolutely necessary.

39. Don’t cause angry loan sharks to show up at the front door.

40. NO EXPLOSIONS!

41. Rule #2, “No fights” can be broken if the person you’re fighting is Valentino. Or Adam.

42. Don’t lie to your girlfriend or hide the fact you were secretly an angel.

43. DONT TALK ABOUT PEOPLE’S TITS (or lack of)

44. KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING A BEDROOM ESPECIALLY IF SOMEONE’S HAVING MAKEUP SEX

45. Don’t give people makeovers while they’re sleeping, ANGEL!

46. Don’t pretend to eat someone’s pet, ALASTOR

47. Don’t die.

48. I never want to hear the words “cum-plete” again.

49. STOP HAVING FIGHTS ACROSS THE BUILDING LUCIFER AND ALASTOR!!

50. If Charlie is passed out on the couch LET HER SLEEP

51. No making bombs in the hotel Cherri!

52. Stop breaking rules and then saying it’s “FOR SIR PENTIOUS!”

53. Angel don’t try to shoot someone if they break spaghetti.

54. Don’t break spaghetti. Or “ruin” Italian food. Whatever the fuck that means. This apparently includes pineapple on pizza.

55. Don’t mention Valentino unless Angel brings him up first.

56. Don’t comment on Angel and Husk’s flirting.

57. Only call Angel “Anthony” if things are serious (or if you’re Husk)

58. Don’t use any of the nicknames Husk and Angel use for each other. This includes but is not limited to: “Whiskers”, “Legs”, “Kitty”, “Webs”, “Tony”, “Love”, and “Baby.”

59. It’s better not to question whatever facts Husk gives about his past.

60. Family dinners at 6 pm unless you can’t make it due to prior obligation. Game nights after on Sundays.

61. No hunting people for sport and NO KNIFE MONOPOLY.

62. Don’t attach knives to a roomba so you can have a “boyfriend” Niffty.

63. Keep Niffty away from Roombas.

64. Alastor, treat people with decency. Really, it’s not that hard.

65. No making giant ducks that breathe fire to chase people around the hotel just because they call you short.

66. Therapy. Everyone.

67. DONT HAVE SEX ON THE BAR WHAT THE FUCK GUYS?!

68. If Valentino enters the property you have permission to stab him.

69. “Hell is forever” is bullshit. You guys aren’t. You can do this.

[roosterforme]

The Purrfect Storm | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley inadvertently becomes a pet owner after he hits a stray with his Bronco. When he meets a lovely vet tech who is willing to help, both Bradley and the cat fall for her instantly.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, a bit of angst

Length: 6000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written for a request! Check out my masterlist for more!

Bradley was on his way home late from work, anxious to get there before the sky opened up. Dark, ominous clouds had just moved in, signaling a rare downpour was about to hit San Diego.

He zipped along an empty, wooded side street just as a loud crack of thunder rocked his Bronco. Then his headlights caught something gray dashing out of the trees, and he tried his best to swerve, but he was afraid he had just hit an animal. 

"Damn it," he muttered, pulling over and turning on his hazard lights. He jumped out of the Bronco to see if he could spot anything in the roadway. The wind was picking up, and he could feel the first few drops of rain, but as soon as Bradley saw the gray cat that was no longer able to walk correctly, he ran toward it. 

When he got closer he saw a little bit of blood matted in its fur, and he immediately felt like a villain. He also had no idea how to take care of an injured cat. 

"Here kitty?" he said awkwardly as he approached the immobile animal. He was greeted with a loud, angry meow. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry I hit you. But can you just be chill while I pick you up?"

As soon as he had both hands around the middle of the cat, it sank its sharp teeth into the back of his hand.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Bradley yelled, getting pelted with more raindrops. "I'm trying to help you now, you ungrateful little shit!"

Big, angry yellow eyes looked up at him as he clamped the cat's mouth shut with one big hand and then tried to scoop it up again. This seemed to work better, so he carted it back to the Bronco and set it on the back seat floor area. 

"Just relax, I know where there's a veterinary clinic," he told it with an eye roll before he climbed back in and pulled away. 

Bradley navigated a lot slower now that the rain was coming down. But when he pulled into the clinic parking lot, he only saw one light on inside. There was someone moving around at the front desk, so he hopped out into the pouring rain and gently held the cat with its mouth closed. He knocked on the door with his knuckle and watched the woman behind the front desk look at him a little warily before she headed toward the door.

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You were alone in the clinic with the door locked, trying to finish the weekly audit so you could leave. You always stayed late on Thursday nights, and now you were going to have to drive home in this crazy storm. 

When you heard someone knocking on the door, you jumped in your seat. You tried to see who it was, but the rain was obscuring the window portion of the door, so you made your way over only to find a soaking wet man in a naval uniform holding a drenched cat.

"I'm sorry, we're closed," you told him loudly through the door.

He glared at the cat and then tilted his head back and let the rain pour on his face for a beat. Finally he groaned and looked at you with pleading eyes. "You can't do anything? I hit this cat on my way home from work!"

You sighed and looked at all of his insignia pins, including his nametag. Bradshaw. It was pretty unlikely that an officer was here to murder you, especially since a good portion of your clients were naval families. Plus, he had actually brought the injured animal here instead of leaving it in the road.

"I can take a quick look," you told him as you unlocked the door. When you opened it and finally got a good look at him, you went a little speechless. He was really tall and really muscular. And even with his brown hair wet and messy across his forehead, you could tell he was really handsome. "Come on in," you managed to say, and he slipped inside with the cat. You locked the door behind him.

"Thanks. I really appreciate this. I feel terrible enough about what happened, but this cat hates me so much right now, I'd be a little afraid to take it to my house with me in this condition."

You laughed as he winced at you, and you immediately noticed the teeth marks on the back of his hand. 

"Oh, he got you good," you remarked. "Definitely doesn't like you too much at the moment. Let's see if I can get him patched up."

"It's a male?" officer Bradshaw asked as you signalled for him to follow you back to an exam room. 

"Yeah, I figured he was, because he's huge. But he definitely is. I could tell when you held him up."

Bradley scoffed. "I should have known. Females are usually more accommodating towards me."

You laughed softly and said, "I'll bet they are," under your breath. But then you realized that you were the sucker who agreed to let him get his cat checked out after hours. So you definitely shouldn't be surprised.

"Up on the table," you instructed, and you watched him release the cat and take a huge step away from it. "Aww, come on. He's a sweetheart!" you said, stroking the cat and making him purr. "What did he ever do to you?"

You watched officer Bradshaw hold up his bloody hand with a bland look. 

"That's totally fair since you ran him over," you said with a smirk. "And I'll look at your hand after I see how much damage there is to his leg here."

"Thank you," he muttered, reaching for a paper towel to press against his hand while he dripped water all over the floor. "I appreciate it. I'm Bradley, by the way."

You glanced at him briefly and smiled as you told him your name. "And what's the cat's name?"

Bradley just shrugged. "He doesn't have a collar, and he's pretty grungy. He's probably a stray."

"You should name him then," you said as you felt around the cat's leg with gentle fingers. It was a pretty clean break that you would be able to take care of tonight without the vet here.

"Sunshine," Bradley said sarcastically. "His name is Sunshine." You looked up at him, and he was smiling at you and the cat, his handsome features betraying his stern voice as he smiled.

"Did you hear that, Sunshine? Your daddy clearly thinks the world of you, and he's going to take the best care of your leg after I splint it."

"I am?" he asked, leaning closer to you. "Come on, doc. I can't keep this cat. He'll kill me in my sleep," he reiterated, holding up his hand and the bloody paper towel. He wasn't wearing a ring.

You laughed at the concerned look on his face. "Okay, first of all, I'm not the vet. I'm just a tech. Second, someone needs to take care of Sunshine, and I think that someone is going to be you. And third, girls dig guys who have pets. Does that help make this more appealing for you?" 

He took another step closer to you, and your breath caught in your throat. He was just a few inches away and glaring playfully at you. "First of all, you seem to know what you're doing well enough, so you could have lied and told me you were the vet. Second, Sunshine here will have me sleeping with one eye open. And third, yeah, maybe that does make this more appealing to me."

Your belly swooped, and you had to bite your lip. His brown eyes were the color of deep amber up close, and his mustache made everything he said seem more playful. 

"And fourth," he added, "do all women dig men who have pets? Or are you speaking from personal preference here? Either way, it does sound appealing to me."

You were gaping at him now, and a startled laugh escaped your parted lips. 

Meow!

"Sorry, Sunshine," you told the cat, patting his matted, damp fur until he was calm again. "You're right. This is about you, not Bradley." You positioned yourself in front of the cat and grinned over your shoulder. "I think it's all women, but it's definitely me," you whispered with a smile. You were met with a crooked grin as Bradley pushed his damp hair back from his face. 

"Good to know," he told you softly.

And now it was time to get to work. You made a mental list of all of the supplies you would need, then you turned to Bradley and reached for his good hand. He grabbed onto yours without hesitation. "Here, keep a hand on Sunshine and make sure he stays on the table," you said, running your thumb along his calloused fingers. 

"Alright," he said a bit reluctantly, squeezing your hand before letting go of you and holding the cat.

"I'll be right back with everything I need for the splint."

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Bradley watched you leave the small room, and he took a second to breathe in deeply and let it out slowly. You were fucking adorable. And he was very attracted to you. 

"Don't mess this up for us now," he told the cat as he waited for you to return. By the sound of things, the storm was still raging outside, but Bradley was in no hurry to leave anyway. He was still wet from the rain, and he probably looked like a mess, but it didn't matter. He'd stay here all night with you if you'd let him.

You strolled back into the room with some bandages, splints, and a weird thing covered in velcro. "This will only take a minute," you told him and Sunshine with a smile. He watched you measure the split against the cat's leg before cutting it to length. Then you set the bone in place with your fingers, gently talking the whole time so the cat would stay calm. Next you quickly wrapped the splint up tight with the bandage. 

"Now I need your help," you told Bradley, and you took his hand again. "Hold this bandage just like that so I can clip it in place." 

Bradley did exactly as he was told, and soon you were wrapping the velcro around everything to keep the cat's leg in one position. 

"Done!"

"Impressive," Bradley remarked. Even the cat looked way calmer now as he curled up on the exam table and ate the snack you gave him.

"Okay, now let me check you out," you said, holding out your small hand and letting him rest his palm against yours. "I'll need to clean it to get a better look," you told him, gazing up at him. "Might sting a bit."

"I can handle it," he reassured you as you led him to the sink. 

"I'm sure you can... Lieutenant? Is that what I'm looking at here?" you asked, nodding to the pins on his chest as you sprayed his hand with an antiseptic and dabbed at it with a cotton ball. 

"Yes, ma'am. Lieutenant Bradshaw," he told you, earning a smile.

"At ease, sailor." Your gaze was playful as you looked up at him and grabbed a clean cotton ball.

"Aviator, actually," Bradley informed you. 

"Oh, wow. Your daddy is fancy," you said over your shoulder to the cat who was now grooming himself on the exam table. 

"I still can't believe I have a cat now," he muttered, making you laugh as you taped some sterile gauze to the back of his hand. "You should give me your number since I don't know what I'm doing. You know... just in case. You wouldn't want Sunshine to suffer in any way, would you?"

You smirked up at him as you finished taping him up. Bradley just gave you his most innocent look in return. "You're something else," you told him.

"Something good?" he asked, and he watched your lips curl into a soft smile.

A loud rumble of thunder had Sunshine standing up and hissing. "It's okay," you told him, turning to reach for him, but then the power went out, bathing everything in complete darkness.

Bradley heard a thump that sounded like Sunshine had jumped off the table, and when he reached out, the cat was no longer there. 

"Oh no, he's loose somewhere in the building," you said, taking out your phone and turning on the flashlight. "Sunshine!" you called, shaking the bag of cat treats. Bradley followed you out into the hallway, but he bumped into the back of you.

"Sorry," he said, stopping himself with his hands on your shoulders. 

"It's okay," you said softly as he took his hands away from you and tucked them into his wet pockets. 

"Can he hurt anything? Or get hurt?" Bradley asked, looking up and down the hallway as you shone the light around. 

"Aww, you sound like a concerned pet parent."

Bradley groaned. "He's growing on me, I think."

Your laughter rang out in the semi-darkness before the light went out. 

"Shit, my phone died," you told him.

Bradley checked his only to find he had about ten percent of his battery left. "Mine is not far behind yours."

"Don't use it, just in case we need to call someone," you said, turning to face him. Bradley could feel your hands on his chest very briefly. "Oh, there you are," you said softly. "Come with me to the waiting room, and I'll get you some towels."

Bradley felt your fingers dance down along his arm until they tangled with his. Then you were leading him back to the front of the building. It was a little easier to see up here, as a streetlight outside provided some light. 

"Don't move," you instructed softly, and Bradley could make out the shape of your profile as you turned away from him and disappeared. 

He was stuck here now. He wasn't sure if he should be thankful or upset. But he couldn't leave Sunshine loose in the clinic for the night. And he supposed you were stuck here too, since you couldn't leave him here alone with his dumb cat.

Bradley saw you in the shadows when you returned. "I got you some towels and a set of scrubs you can change into. My boss is about your size."

"Thanks," he replied, taking everything from your hands. "Where should I change?"

You laughed. "It doesn't matter. I can't see you."

"What if the power comes back on?!" 

You laughed harder, and Bradley loved the sound. "Go back behind my desk, and I'll turn around."

Bradley took a few steps and then slammed into a file cabinet. "Ow!"

"Oh sorry, don't hit the file cabinet," you said in a sweet voice laced with laughter. 

"Don't worry. I won't." Bradley awkwardly stripped out of his damp uniform and underwear with you standing ten feet away from him. He had to peel the fabric from his skin and hang it over your chair as neatly as he could. 

"So you're an aviator. What do you fly? Super Hornets? Helicopters? Comanches?" you asked as he ran one of the towels along his naked body. 

"You know a lot about naval aircrafts. And to answer your question, Super Hornet." He slipped into the well worn scrubs and tied them up at the waist. They were a little snug, as was the shirt, but it was better than being wet. 

"It's hard to live near Fightertown and not pick up on a few things," you told him. "You need help getting back around the file cabinet?"

"Nah, I'm good," he said, and somehow he found your hand in the darkness. And somehow you let him hold it. 

You laced your fingers with his and softly said, "Maybe we should try to find Sunshine one more time? Otherwise, I think we're stuck here for the night."

Bradley silently prayed that Sunshine was tucked safely away somewhere he couldn't be found in the dark. "That's a good idea," he confirmed out loud. Because he did feel kind of bad making you stay at your workplace all night, especially since he barged in on you unannounced with the cat. "I'm sorry I've been such an inconvenience when you were just trying to be helpful."

"Don't worry about it. I'm a sucker for injured animals. And brunettes."

Jesus. Bradley had been afraid maybe you had a boyfriend or something. But now you were flirting with him again, just like you had been earlier. You were also holding his hand a little tighter. And each time you wanted to change directions, you placed your other palm on his chest. 

"This is kind of fun," he murmured when you had your palm on his chest, guiding him into a different exam room. 

"Is it?" you asked with a giggle. 

"Yeah," he said, smiling as you pushed him where you wanted him to go. "It feels like one of those games from when you were in high school, you know? Spending time alone with a cute girl in the dark."

He could hear you exhale and feel it against his neck. You were so close to him. "Seven minutes in heaven?" you asked close to his ear. 

"Yeah, seven minutes in heaven," he confirmed, grinning like a lunatic.

"I never played that in high school," you told him, letting go of his chest to feel around the exam table for the cat. "Did you?" He felt your palm come to rest on him again. 

"Once or twice. But I was a real nerd back then. I just made it further with you than I ever did in high school," he admitted. Your soft laughter filled the room, and now Bradley was praying in earnest that Sunshine was very, very well hidden until the morning. 

"I find it hard to believe you used to be a nerd. You're very...."

"I'm very what?" he asked as you effortlessly lured him all around the dark clinic with you. 

"Sizeable," you told him as you ended up back in the hallway again.

"Sizeable?" he balked. "Did you just call me large?"

You were laughing again, and he really wished he could see your face right now. "I meant it as a compliment!" you insisted. 

"Ohhh," he said, feigning ignorance. "You must have never given someone a compliment before. Here, let me show you how. You're funny, smart, and very cute."

"Thank you," you whispered, leading him into one more exam room. 

"I wasn't done yet. You're also surprisingly good at navigating in the dark."

You laughed again, and your hand landed on his chest, but this time it was because you tripped and ended up pushing him up against the wall. 

"I take that back, you're terrible at navigating in the dark," he whispered, keeping his fingers laced with yours and steadying you with his other hand at your waist. "Are you okay?" 

This time your breathy laugh was very close to him. "You know, I was going to pretend I tripped on your cat, but I think you've just got me flustered. It's a good thing you're so sizeable, otherwise you might be splinting my leg right now."

Bradley felt your hand move up to the scars on his neck, and your fingers danced to his ear and up into his hair. He guided you a little closer so your entire body was skimming against his, and he could hear your breath hitch. 

"Yeah, it's a good thing," he agreed. His eyes fluttered closed in the dark, and he instinctively found your lips with his. One chaste kiss led to another and another, your lips brushing his. You parted your lips just enough to tease his bottom lip as your fingers gently pulled through his messy hair, and Bradley felt you melt into him. His heart was beating faster now, and he wanted to push you up against the wall.

Meow!

You gently released his lips, rubbing your nose against his as you took a small step away from him. Bradley quickly laced his fingers with yours again and cleared his throat.

"That didn't sound like Sunshine," Bradley said, trying to keep you as close as possible. He sighed in relief as your palm found its way to his chest again.

"It wasn't," you whispered. "There's a cat in a kennel in the back room. Let's go check on her."

So Bradley followed your lead to the end of the hallway, his heart still beating a little fast. 

"This is Ginger," you told him, guiding him over to a large cage. He could barely make out the cat inside with the scant light coming through the window. 

"What's wrong with her?" Bradley asked, kneeling down to get a better look. 

You sighed, never releasing his hand. "Her owner, if you can even call him that, didn't bring her here in time after she had a broken leg. You're really a very good pet daddy to Sunshine, even though you are clearly reluctant." You squeezed his hand. 

"What's going to happen to Ginger?" he asked, reaching his fingers through the cage to pet her fur. She meowed and nudged his fingers with her head. 

"Not sure yet. Her owner won't sign the paperwork for us to re break and try to set her leg correctly. He also won't agree to pay for medical care. I tried to kidnap her, but my boss wouldn't let me."

Bradley gave the cat one last scratch and stood up. "What if I steal her, and you pretend like you have no idea what happened to her?"

You giggled again and pulled him closer to you. "Oh, I like that idea. I also like the idea of you having two cats. That's adorable."

Bradley was grinning in the darkness. "I like being adorable."

You just hummed and whispered, "I think we're stuck here for the night." He could feel your breath on his neck again. "There's a loveseat in the breakroom. One of us can sleep on that."

"You take it. I can sleep on the floor."

You started to lead him in the direction of the breakroom, but it was very dark in there. He could barely see anything. 

"Maybe we could share it?" you asked so softly, Bradley was afraid he might have misheard.

"Okay....we can share it," he replied, and he sat down hard as you guided him over to the small sofa. His heart was beating a little faster again as he blindly tried to move the loose pillow against the armrest, and then he was reaching for you.

You were laughing softly. "How do you want to do this?"

Bradley's heart was hammering now. He wanted to kiss you again. "However you want." With a palm against his chest, you pushed him back against the pillow on the armrest, and he stretched himself out on his back across the loveseat. It was uncomfortable, and his feet were hanging way off the far end, but as soon as you eased yourself down against him, everything felt perfect.

"Is this okay?" you asked next to his ear as you kind of wedged yourself up against the back of the loveseat with your body halfway on top of his. Your chest was pressing against his, and Bradley could feel your leg come to rest between his knees. 

"Yes," he managed, his voice coming out raspier. "Is this okay?" he asked, wrapping his hand around your waist. 

You answered with a soft hum and let your palm rest against his chest like you had been doing all night. Oh no. He liked you. This felt too good, and Bradley probably wouldn't make it through the night with his heart intact. But he let you snuggle up against him in the pitch black room.

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You weren't really sure if this was a good idea, but your night had taken a turn for the better when Bradley and Sunshine arrived, so you decided to just go with it. 

"Are you comfy?" you asked him, and you felt the deep rumble of his voice against your cheek and hand.

"Very. Are you warm enough?" 

If anything, you were too warm, pressed up against him like this. His body temperature was hot, and so was he. Bradley had managed to get you pretty giddy by this point, after sharing just a few kisses. The thing you couldn't understand was how comfortable you felt with him already. You'd just met him, and now you were both spending the night in the clinic together, but you weren't nervous or wary of him. 

"I'm beginning to think Sunshine premeditated this whole thing," he told you with a soft laugh. "Because I've been looking for a while, and I've never met anyone like you."

You bit your lip and angled your face toward his. "What does that mean, Lieutenant Bradshaw?"

You could feel his hand tighten a little bit on your waist at your use of his rank. "It means I like you. A lot. And I'm desperately trying not to be creepy, because we're kind of stuck here together since the power is out and we can't find my cat, but I'm hoping you like me too."

In an instant, you let your lips connect with his again as you eased yourself a bit further up his body. As your fingers stroked along his cheek and up into his hair, you pulled your lips away from his and said, "I do." 

But as soon as the words were out of your mouth, Bradley was luring your lips back to his lips. He was so big and strong, but his kisses were soft, and his hands were undemanding against your lower back. He let you take the lead, never making you feel like you were trapped on the loveseat with him.

So you let yourself indulge in the sensation of his mustache against your skin and his legs tangled with yours. When you tugged your fingers through his hair, he groaned softly into your mouth, and you smiled against his lips. 

"Are you going to let me have your number?" he asked as you pulled away a few inches to catch your breath. 

You pressed your lips to his cheek and said, "Probably."

"Damn, what do I have to do to get a solid yes?" he asked, and you could tell he was smiling. 

"Tell me more about yourself," you whispered.

"I can do that," Bradley replied, running the tip of his nose along your cheek. So he told you all about his job, which sounded extremely exciting. He didn't tell you much about his family, other than he was pretty much alone. And he told you about his friends, who all sounded like a riot. 

"Sounds like you only have one thing missing in your life," you whispered against his neck.

"A girlfriend?" he asked, brushing his lips against your forehead. 

You had to bite your lip to keep from squealing. "I was going to say a cat," you told him. 

"Nah, Sunshine already took care of that, wherever he is. Tell me about you."

Bradley asked all the right questions at all the right times as you told him about yourself. He didn't think it was weird that you had a deaf, three-legged dog. He seemed to like that you volunteered at the animal shelter. And he invited you to get a drink with him at some bar called the Hard Deck tomorrow night. 

You yawned and snuggled against his neck, whispering, "I think I would like that." And soon you were falling asleep in his arms. 

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Your pillow never felt this warm and comfortable. And why hadn't your alarm gone off? It was so bright in here, it must be time to get up for work. 

You stretched your arms just as you heard, "Good morning," whispered in a very raspy voice. 

"Oh!" you gasped, your eyes suddenly open, wide awake. You were staring at Bradley as he smiled hesitantly back at you. "You're so handsome. I was beginning to think I had imagined how you looked before the power went out."

He just laughed and seemed to take that as his cue to run his fingers along your arm. "That was a fun sleepover. Don't usually get to wake up with anything cute draped across me."

"Oh, Sunshine will remedy that, I'm sure," you said teasingly, letting your lips brush against his. Bradley was instantly smiling. 

Then you heard some purring from the doorway. "Speak of the devil," Bradley whispered. "Come here, Sunshine. We were looking for you."

But he just purred louder and louder. "He's probably hungry. I need to feed Ginger anyway, so I'll feed him too."

You peeled yourself off of Bradley and got another good look at him as he lounged back against the arm of the loveseat. You giggled, because he was way too big for the piece of furniture, and the scrubs you gave him were a little small. 

"What?" he asked, looking kind of smug.

"Nothing. But you need to get up before my boss comes in," you said, biting your lip and turning toward Ginger's kennel. But a loud knock on the front door had you panicking. Your boss would have just let himself in. "I'm going to check to see who it is."

"Want me to come with you?" Bradley asked, instantly at your back. 

But you were looking up through the front window, and you immediately recognized Ginger's owner. "No, I'll be okay," you grumbled, straightening your scrubs as you headed toward the waiting room. 

You unlocked the door and let him inside, fully aware that nobody seemed to care when your office hours actually started. "We actually don't open for another hour, but if you're here to sign the paperwork for us to try to fix Ginger's leg, I can get that ready for you."

But he just scoffed. "I'm not signing it. There's no way I'm spending that kind of money for a cat. I can't believe you even think that's reasonable."

You had to bite your tongue. It was only a few hundred dollars. 

"I'm just here to pick her up so I don't have to keep paying for you to board her," he added impatiently. 

But your brow scrunched up. "What are you going to do with her?"

He was rolling his eyes now. "Does it matter?"

You pressed your lips together in a tight line before you said, "It matters to me, yes."

"I'll just leave her somewhere. Maybe someone else will find her or maybe not, but I already got a new kitten for my kids."

Your blood was boiling now. "You're not serious," you said, raising your voice. 

"Just give me the cat, and don't charge me a kennel fee for today."

Bradley strolled out into the waiting room and asked, "Is there a problem?"

He eyed Bradley in his scrubs and said, "Your clinic has the most ridiculous prices. I just want to pick up the cat and go."

"You can't have her!" you told him. 

He shook his head and turned to Bradley. "Are you going to let your employee talk to me like that? Go get the cat!"

"She can talk to you however she wants," Bradley mumbled. He must have seen the anger in your eyes, because he started to block the hallway leading back to the kennels. 

You didn't care what this man thought he was going to do, he wasn't leaving here with an animal. "I'm not going to send Ginger with you if your plan is to abandon her."

"Well I'm not going to pay for any more services!"

He was only motivated by money, which might just make this easier. "Then sign her away to the clinic and leave," you told him, already rummaging in your file cabinet for the form you needed. Unfortunately this kind of thing happened from time to time. 

You glanced at Bradley where he stood with his thick arms crossed over his chest, thankful he was here. You were shaking with anger as you handed the form and a pen to Ginger's owner. And as you watched him sign his name, Ginger became property of the clinic. 

"And now you can get the hell out of here!" you told him, and he looked completely outraged. "You're abusive, and we will not allow you back for any of our services in the future." He was turning toward the door as you raised your voice. "And I hope your new kitten runs away and finds an owner who doesn't suck!"

He slammed the door behind him, and Bradley rushed over to you. "Are you okay? That was wild."

But all of the anger was gone now, and you just smiled up at him. "Wanna meet my new cat in the daylight?" you asked. 

"Yeah, I do," he said, and you kissed his rough cheek. 

You and Bradley sat on the floor in front of the open kennel door, holding hands. Inside the large cage, Sunshine was sitting next to Ginger as she ate her breakfast. 

"She's pretty. I couldn't tell what she looked like last night," Bradley murmured, reaching in and stroking her behind the ears. 

"I'll get her leg reset today, and I'll pay for her medical bills. Hopefully I can take her home with me in a few days."

Bradley cleared his throat. "I guess I should leave before your boss gets here?" 

"Yeah." But you really didn't want him to.

He nodded toward Sunshine and Ginger. "Looks like he made a new friend. If I can't get your number for me to use, you have to give it to me so we can set up a cat playdate. For Sunshine?"

You couldn't help laughing at his antics and the cute pout on his face.

"You can have my number for you. And Sunshine can have my number to reach Ginger. And if the offer still stands, I'd love to meet you at that bar later."

Bradley's face lit up as he got his phone out and handed it to you. "Sounds great. I'll text you the address." You entered your name and number and handed it back to him.

"I'll meet you there," you promised.

"I can't wait," he replied, but you were already kissing him. 

"You need to go," you whispered a second later. 

He pressed his lips to yours one more time before he reached in to get Sunshine. "I know, you don't want to leave Ginger. But I secured you a playdate," he told the cat. "Oh, how much do I owe you for fixing his leg?"

"Nothing," you said as you stood with your new cat in your arms, and Bradley followed you out to your desk. 

"That hardly seems fair," he replied, grabbing his khaki uniform from your chair. 

You just shrugged, setting Ginger down gently on your desk. "I did it off the clock anyway. Don't worry about it. You can buy me a drink later."

Bradley grinned at you. "I'll buy all of your drinks. And when we go out to dinner tomorrow night, I'll pay for that, too. Same as the movie I'm taking you to next weekend. Oh, and all of the concerts and museums we're going to visit together? I'm paying."

You giggled. "That actually sounds kind of perfect."

"You only like me because I'm a pet owner," he whispered, kissing you softly. 

You kissed him harder and ran your fingers through his hair one last time. "It certainly didn't hurt your cause. I'll meet you at the bar."

He nipped your lips one last time, and then held Sunshine up closer to his face as he headed for the door. "I owe you one. You want tuna for dinner? I'll feed you tuna every day."

You watched him walk outside and pull out of the parking lot, and then you plugged your phone in to check your messages.

You already had one from Bradley with the address for the Hard Deck. Then another one came through that said Thanks for one of the best nights of my life.

"I hope you liked Sunshine," you told Ginger. "Because I really like his dad."

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[sarcasticallyperfectperson]

Zhang Family Lore Canonically Goes Crazy But Here Are My Headcanons

- The family wealth was made by Grandma Zhang, not Emily’s father

- “Shipping Business” my ass, she was in the illegal arms trade

- How else do you think she met Mars? Bc these two were friends before Emily was even born

- When she finds out he got her daughter pregnant shit gets messyyy

- The whole family is super tall

- And hot

- Their have more godly blood than any other mortals so it’s going to show

- Grandma and Emily looked like twins

- They were super close

- Emily had a Chinese dragon tattoo sleeve (it was the early 2000s)

- Grandma Zhang is horrified (which is exactly what Emily wanted)

- Emily joins the military hoping to gain a sense of purpose instead of being a socialite

- She meets Mars when she is a Lieutenant, he’s her captain

- She clocks him immediately

- Frank is the first in his family to not grow up using the family gift

- Emily was scared it’d increase Frank’s demigod scent

- Especially since she was away all the time

- Grandma Zhang had it covered though, she had that mansion *locked down*

- The house is humongous

- Grandma Zhang hosted some ragers there back in the day

- The interior is beautiful, talk about Barbie’s dream house

- The woman had a pink Cadillac!

- ANIMAL PET NAMES!

- Everyone calls Grandma Zhang “Bunny”

- It’s so ‘80s and cute I love it

- The thought of Mars calling an angry Emily “Kitty” just does sth for me idk

- Baby Frank in a “Bear” romper with little ears I can’t

I could go on for days

[bellaaae]

Yn tells us about herself [19.6M views]

“Hi!” Yn said and waved to the camera.its her form of greeting.

“If you don’t know yet i am a member of newjeans” Yn briefly introduced.

“Today I will be answering questions about myself,so you can get to know me better!” Yn said smiling.

“Lego!” Yn said and swifted her hands pointing to the side.

Q1

What is your full name?

Yn chuckled.” This is a very easy question,my full name is Kim Yn”

Q2

How old are you?

“I’m currently 14,going on 15 meaning I’m born in 2009” yn answered another easy question.

Q3

Do you have any siblings?

If you do are you allowed to reveal their names?

“Yes I have 2siblings,two older sisters,Kim chaewon from lesserafim sister born in 2000 and my other sister is born in 1994 a whole lot older than me” she chuckled.

Q4

What are your nicknames?

Yn laughed.”I have so many….Angry bird,Youngest Kim,Newjeans youngest child,Short Maknae,Kitty Kim…..” she paused trying to remember more.

“There’s still more but I can’t seem to remember lol”

Q5

How tall are you?

“I’m 159cm tall,People are often shocked by my height because of my age.They said people my age are usually taller because of puberty ” yn said smiling emphasizing the puberty.

Q6

What are your positions in newjeans?

“Newjeans doesn’t actually have official positions but we do when recording and dancing…..Mine is main dancer,main rapper,Centre and maknae” yn explained to the camera.

Q7

What’s your favorite food

“Umm I don’t have a favorite food,I love all food but maybe sushi since it’s what minji unnje loves making for use” she said thinking.

Q8

Favorite color

“Easy Blue” Yn responded smirking.

Q9

Emoji that’s your personality

Yn smiled looking at all the board of emojis.

She searched through it and finally found her emoji. “Oh! This one!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“😼🤨,Cheeky and sometimes sus,but I’m also very nice and sweet” Yn told the camera giving it a look.

Q10

Favorite song?

“Umm…Ah!” She said thinking then hitting her head.

“I have so many” she stated before thinking again.

“But (y/favorite song) is the best” you said giving thumbs up and nodding.

Q11

Would you classify yourself as the chef of the group?

“Me?” Yn asked shocked.

“Hell naur…..I can’t stay in the kitchen for 5minutes without Burning or messing everywhere” you explained chuckling.

Q12

Your MBTI?

“ENTJ,Shocking right?” Yn asked raising her eyebrows.

“People say I look like an introvert someone quite like Haerin unnie” you spoke.

Q13

Your favorite member?

“What kind of question even is this” Yn looked at it shock.

“It’s obviously all the members,I love them all for different reasons” Yn said smiling.

The staff were shocked at the duality of this child.

“Thank you so much for asking me to be a guest and I hope you’ve known some informations about me” Yn said giving a heart sign.

✰𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒

[msneedful-ispleaseful]

Plug!Connie! - Spoiled bimbo reader wants to suck on something and its not her sucker. Connie says she has to be a good girl and wait, but you've never been one to follow rules easily have you?

The beat of a new pop song bumped through the car as it drove down the pearly streets of Beverley hills, riding past the gated community of the Wester field Country Club. Smoke filled the car, your eyes red and Sanrio nails clicking together as you practiced rolling the blunt.

The ringed hand on your thigh gripped hard "here!" you turned to the tall slouched buzzed cut man next to you, his tattoo sleeves gleaming in the sunlight, holding the blunt between your two fingers he could see it wasn't perfect or pretty but it was better than the first attempts. Nodding his head at the blunt with a lazy smile "good job baby, light it up this time hun" Connie said you smiled heart fluttering as you grabbed the hello kitty lighter you became hyper aware of the wind, the flame going in and out, his warm olive skin against your cold brown thigh his hand gripping tighter and tighter. you hurriedly lit the blunt reaching over to place it in his mouth.

Your breast pushed against his forearm, nipples staring to peak through your pink tank top you leaned back in your seat curinsg yourself for skipping out on a bra, and underwear because thats exactly where the air from the AC was headed, straight up your pink mini skirt. i reach into my purse and suck on my sucker to distract myself as smoke fills the car progressively, I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander, I think of my sore throat, the way Connie fucked it raw last night, making me take him in till my vision blurred not letting up for one second, I open my eyes and reach over palming Connie through his shorts he looks down at me shocked. he pushed my hand away and I put it back

Next thing i know his joggers are down his dick in my throat and he swerving through Beverly Hills in his black jeep, I have tears in my eyes and he keeps hitting past the back of my throat making me gag and slobber all over him, tears ruin my makeup and I struggle to breathe, his tip is red and angry between my lips leaking tasty precum that I swallow, I swallow around his dick again and aing to get more of that pre cum until suddenly his legs are shaking the car is nearly going haywire and streaming cum down my throat it slips down his dick and I lick him clean like a sucker

[casinotrio1965]

Disney Descendants : Scene From Freddie's Shadow Cards

  As Freddie waded through the murky water, listening to Ally list off more imaginary illnesses, she made a mental note of all of the creatures of the swamp her father had told her about over the years.

  Obviously there were the gators. Those were dangerous. The egrets—tall white birds with pointy beaks—were only a problem if you were a frog. Crayfish could pinch you under the water, but nothing deadly. And she wasn’t even going to think about the scorpions and anacondas.

  But as she ticked off the animals on her fingers, she had the feeling she was forgetting something. Something important. Something big. Something…

  Freddie heard a vicious snarl and froze in her tracks.

  Something like that.

  Jordan, who clearly failed to notice that Freddie had stopped, ran right into Freddie’s back, nearly knocking her down in the knee-deep water.

  “What’s the deal?” Jordan griped. “Why are we stop—” But she never finished her question, because suddenly she saw the thing too.

  It was standing on a rock in the middle of the swamp, like a king of a small island, completely blocking their passage.

  It was huge. It was terrifying.

  And it was angry.

  The beast opened its mouth and let out a roar, showing off its humongous fangs.

  “What is it?” Jordan whispered, her voice trembling.

  “I think it’s a—” Freddie started to say, but she was interrupted by Ally, who was excitedly moving toward the terrifying creature.

  “Aww! It’s a big kitty!”

  Freddie tried to grab Ally to pull her back, but Ally was already too far ahead and approaching the giant cat, which snarled and hissed at her.

  “Come here, pretty kitty!” Ally cooed.

  “Ally!” Freddie whispered frantically. “Come back! That’s not a kitty. It’s a cougar!”

  But Ally ignored her and kept moving forward, her hand outstretched.

  Freddie couldn’t watch. Ally was about to get her hand chomped off by a vicious cougar!

  The cat roared again and lashed out at Ally with an angry swipe of its paw. Ally yelped and jumped back, landing on her bottom in the swamp water. After a moment, she pushed herself back to her feet and placed her hands on her hips. “How rude!” she scolded the cat. “Naughty kitty! Naughty, naughty kitty!”

  The cougar hissed in response, shaking its head.

  “Ally,” Jordan warned, “I think we need to turn back. That is not a kitty. That is a very angry cougar and—”

  “No,” Ally retorted. “We came this far. I’m drenched in muddy swamp water. I’m covered in mosquito bites. I am not turning back just because this kitty doesn’t remember its manners.”

  “Ally,” Freddie said, her wide eyes pinned on the cat, “it’s a wild animal. It doesn’t know any manners.”

  “Nonsense,” Ally insisted. “That’s no excuse. Mum says everyone should have good manners. I’ll just have to explain that to him.”

  Freddie was starting to lose her patience. She would’ve liked to just grab Ally and drag her away, but she didn’t want to get any closer to that ferocious cat. “Ally, you can’t explain anything to a wild cougar.”

  But Ally ignored her. She placed her hands on her hips and in a stern yet patient voice said to the cougar, “Now, you listen here, kitty. Just because you live in a swamp, that does not give you an excuse to be rude.”

  The cougar hissed and spat, clawing at the air with its mighty paw.

  “That’s a good point,” Ally said, as though actually responding to something the cat was saying. “We are strangers walking through your home. So why don’t we all get to know each other. My name is Ally. And this is Freddie and Jordan.”

  Jordan gave a weak, petrified wave, but Freddie refused to move.

  “Freddie,” Ally admonished. “Say hi to the kitty so you’re not strangers anymore.”

  This is ridiculous! Freddie thought.

  Freddie had always suspected Ally was a little peculiar, but now she was sure of it. In fact, this girl had to be mad as a hatter. And she was about to get them all eaten because of it.

  “Freddie,” Ally warned again.

  “Hi, kitty,” Freddie said reluctantly.

  “Very good. Now what is your name?” Ally asked the cougar.

  The cat roared and crouched low, looking like he was ready to pounce.

  “Ally,” Freddie said. She was terrified now. “He’s about to attack.”

  “Biscuit!” Ally exclaimed. “Well, that’s a lovely name.”

  Biscuit? Freddie thought. Is she serious? Where does she get this stuff?

  “Now, Biscuit,” Ally went on. “I would like you to be a good little kitty and lie down so I can pet your belly.”

  The cat couched lower, narrowing its dark vicious eyes at Ally and flicking its tail. It was definitely going to attack.

  Freddie readied herself to run. Ally could do what she wanted, but Freddie was not going to get mauled by a swamp cougar.

  “All the way down,” Ally commanded, pointing toward the ground with her finger.

  Then, just when Freddie swore it was about to spring into the air and make a delicious lunch out of Ally, the cougar lay down instead. Freddie’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

  Was that a coincidence?

  “Good kitty,” Ally commended. “Now roll over.”

  The cat rolled onto its back, his legs sticking straight into the air.

  Freddie couldn’t believe what she was seeing!

  “There you go,” Ally said, approaching the cougar. She slowly extended a hand and scratched its stomach. The cat began to purr.

  “Is this for real?” Jordan murmured to Freddie out of the side of her mouth, keeping her gaze locked on the scene in front of them.

  “I’m not sure,” Freddie admitted.

  “Good Biscuit,” Ally trilled, reaching up to scratch the cat’s neck.

  The cat purred louder and let his head hang back.

  “Pretty kitty.”

  The cat licked its paw and rubbed its ear, grooming itself. Ally laughed. “Yes, you are a pretty kitty. Yes, you are!”

  Careful not to scare the creature, Freddie slowly approached and gaped at Ally in wonder.

  “What?” Ally asked, seeing Freddie’s astonished expression.

  “ So you really can talk to cats?”

  Ally tilted her head like she didn’t understand the question. “You can talk to anyone.”

  “No, I mean, they can actually understand what you’re saying,” Freddie clarified.

  Ally stood up and wiped her slightly dirty hands on her dress. “Of course they can, silly.”

  Then she walked around the rock, where the subdued cougar was still lying, and continued wading through the swamp. Freddie just stood there, still in shock, as she glanced back and forth between Ally and the wild cat, which right then looked no scarier than a stuffed animal.

  Maybe she’s kind of a genius.

  “Hey, slowpokes!” Ally called back to them. “Are you guys coming or not?

  Freddie looked at Jordan, who looked back at Freddie.

  “Uh, did Ally just save us from a swamp cat?” Jordan asked.

  Freddie nodded, still completely stunned by the recent turn of events. “I think she did.”

[kikijackson-blog]

Break Down

PLZ PLZ PLZ Readers 18+ only. This one’s filthy.

*big sigh* so I originally took inspiration from Julie Robert’s Break Down Here. It completely derailed and took a life of its own.

Summary: Reader breaks up with boyfriend and drives and drives and drive until she meets a dark and dangerous man, Creeper, at a gas station.

WARNINGS: Omg everything! Language, smutty filth, Rough Sex, mentions of bodily fluids and do I need to warn about anal?

You’ve been warned. Here we go.

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You’d been on the road for a few hours driving and it seemed like no end in sight. Your journey began two days and fifteen hundred miles ago when you’d come home from a long grueling day of work, it had been a shit day and all you wanted to do was relax and soak in a nice hot bath with a glass of wine, but fate had something else in store for you. As soon as you’d walked in you’d heard the sound coming from your bedroom and your heart sank.

You hadn’t needed visual confirmation to know what was going on in your own home, you had suspected this for a while and now you had all the confirmation you needed. Purse still over your shoulder and key in hand you took the same two step you’d taken in only in reverse and said “Fuck it.” Got in your car and just drove and kept driving hoping it would clear your mind.

You made it out of one city still angry as hell, figured you'd keep driving to the next, nope still wanna kill him. Then the next and the next and you were still just as furious. Now here you are in a whole fucking other state, the scenery starting to look all the same, you have no idea where exactly you are but all you know is you’re far away from him, starting to feel the effects of highway hypnosis and the gas gauge was leaning on the of E. You mentally kicked yourself for not filling up at the last station.

“Please don’t let me run out of gas” you pray to the steering wheel. Soft droplets of water begin to hit your windows and in less than two seconds those whispering sprinkles turn into pebbles coming down hard from the sky that had just turned dark as if the gods above were mocking you for thinking that you could possibly leave him and make it on your own. You shake your head “his gods, not mine.” 

Just when it seemed like your luck had run out you see a glimmering light of hope just up ahead. It was the first gas station you’d seen in a while. You fill up and, needing to walk around you run into the store to stock up on snacks. The jingle of bells announces your presence to the attendant and the other two shoppers there. One was paying and the other was checking out the selection of drinks.

As you make your way down the chip aisle examining each bag to see which one catches your eye you hear the sound of bells again and the voice of some loud mouth coming in. “Damn, it’s pouring like a bitch out there.” 

You look up and see a tall, thin yet muscular bald headed man walking in. He’s wearing a leather vest of sorts, you don’t pay much attention to it. What’s caught your eye is something else. His arms, those tats and those muscles. The walls of your pussy clench at the sight. It’s alarming and exciting as well. He gets a look at you and flashes a wicked smile that makes your kitty kat wanna purr. He knows he’s caught your attention and he’s loving it. Normally it would have turned you off but something about this man was different from any other. He is like a magnetic force and you can’t help but gravitate towards him.

“Those are really good.” He says pointing to the bag of flamin’ hot fries you were holding in your hands. “They’re spicy as hell but I love a little spice in my life.” He walks by you a little too close, you feel his body heat and your eyes follow him. “How about you?” Your face turns bright red and he smiles again and oh is the devil in this one.

You watch him disappear into the bathroom and contemplate between two choices: take the bag of hot fries and never look back or put the bag down and follow the devil himself. You weren’t able to make a decision fast enough for your pussy who was already slick with anticipation. No, that bitch between your legs made your choice for you. With each step you take closer to that bathroom door you feel your panties getting a little wetter and you curse yourself for not having more control over her. You can call her all the cute names you want, kitty kat, gatita, cupcake but you know damn well she’s a slut with a mind of her own and when she wants something bad, she’s gonna get it.

By the time your hand reaches the doorknob you’ve resigned yourself to your fate and the consequences of what is about to happen. You open the door and you’re greeted by a smile. “I thought you wouldn’t come.” 

“Neither did I.”

He snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you tight to him. His lips come down hard on yours and you let out a moan he caught with his kisses. His hands travel down to your ass and he gives them a nice squeeze that makes your naughty kitty purr, she wants to be petted, she demands it so you give her what she wants and rub her against him. The hardness you meet has you leaking into your panties a little more. He chuckles, he can feel your heat and your ache and he wants nothing more than to give you what you need.

He lifts your shirt up and roughly pulls your tits out of your bra. You moan out in pleasure feeling his hands kneading at your round breasts. You feel his hands getting rougher and more desperate now pinching your hardened nipples, first one, then the other. The first one is light and more like a caress, the second pinch was a little harder and the third had you screaming. He muffles that scream with his mouth before quickly abandoning your lips for your nipples. He takes one into his mouth and suckles on it hard, there was no way he was going to be gentle with you now that he knows rough and pain gets you going. 

He thinks he knows you, he’s got your number but you surprise him when you undo his belt buckle and have him unzipped and cock out before he even realizes what’s going on. A second ago he had your nipple in his mouth and now you’re on your knees, no sweet kisses, licks or teasing of any kind, you go straight for it and take his long thick meat down your throat. 

Groaning, he says “What happened to that sweet red faced girl?” You look up at him with your nose buried in the dark curls and shrug. 

“No, you’re no sweet little girl are you?” You try to answer but your mouth is full and busy sucking and bobbing. You answer him with a little shake of your head. “No, you’re a dirty little slut aren’t you?” Your moan is all the answer he needs. He places his hands on your head and tangles them in your hair. “Then I’m gonna have to fuck you like a dirty whore.” 

He thrusts his cock deeper down your throat over and over, ignoring your gag reflexes, enjoying watching the tears stream down your cheeks. You given tons of blow jobs, it was one of your favorites things to do but never had you ever had your mouth truly fucked before and it sets your pussy on fire.

Just when you think your mouth and throat can’t take anymore abuse your drenched pussy says otherwise, she says don’t be a little bitch, you can take more. Yeah take more so he’ll fuck us. So you take more. 

Little black rivers running down your face and  a burning in your throat, drool all over your tits and the floor, you look up at him and he just smirks at you. “You’re the one that wanted this mama, now you take it like the fuckin’ cunt you are.” 

You nod your obedience. “Good girl.” He coos as he pats your head. “Good girl.” 

He thrusts for a couple more minutes before he pulls his dick out of your filthy mouth, turns you around and bends you over the toilet not even bothering to take your panties off he just pulls it to the side, a string of your slut cream attached to the fabric makes his dick twitch and he knows he needs no prep, he just rams it into you, balls deep in one stroke. You yelp as you feel the stretch of this intruder forcing it way into the depths of your hungry little snatch. And you love it, all of it, the dirty little scene, fucking a random dangerous stranger whose name you don’t even know, being bent over a public toilet adds to the filth serving only to fan your fire.

He pounds into you from behind repeatedly, each thrust more aggressive than the other and your moans do nothing but spur him on. One hand digging into the flesh of your hips, the other on your tit, squeezing the life out of it. His deep thrusts get more deliberate, faster and you can feel the build up, you feel his cock pulsing inside of you. He was ready. 

“Cum inside my filthy fuck hole.” you beg, and that was all it took. If he was trying to hold out it would be an impossibility now. Once those words were in the air there was nothing that could have stopped him from filling you up with his seed. 

Even though you'd hadn’t cum, you were more than satisfied with this fuck session. It was wild and something you’d never done, you would rank this up high at the top of your list.

You stand up straight, pussy leaking out this man jizz, and begin to adjust yourself when he pulls you back into him.

“Hey, hey, fuck you think you goin’? I ain’t done with you.”

“You’re not?” You looked puzzled. 

“Have you come yet?”

You shake your head no.

“No. Then I ain’t done with you yet.’ He sits on the toilet, “Come here.” The gorgeous bald headed man says motioning to his lap.

You obey and take a seat on his lap. He pulls your panties to the side again and slips a finger in between the folds of your glistening lips. Slowly sliding a long finger up and down your slit, ignoring your little pleasure button. You buck up against him, trying to get him where you need him, he slaps your thigh.

“No, bad girl.” He whispers, his hot breath makes your clit tingle. “Bad, bad, girl.” Increasing the pace of his finger and adding just a bit more pressure. “You know what happens to bad little girls?” His voice is sweet and gentle as he places kisses across your collarbone. 

“No.” You play along. “What happens, Daddy?”

“You don’t know?” More sweet kisses. “You wanna know?” He slides his long finger inside your thoroughly used pussy hole. Then another, slowly pumping them in and out. 

“What happens to bad little girls? I’ll show you exactly what happens.” He hooks his finger in your pussy and scoops out his cum trailing it all the way back to that forbidden hole. The one you never let anyone use before, the one your now ex boyfriend always wanted you to give him but you had always denied him. 

He traced his finger around the little puckered entrance until he felt you relax only then did he insert a finger. You feel the burn of his finger stretching you open. You feel the pain but you also feel the pleasure and you want more. Feeling the way your body moved he could tell you were enjoying it so he gave you another finger slowly fucking you with them until he felt you ready for a third. You found a new level of whore you hadn’t known was within you. You were an anal virgin and had always planned to stay that way. Maybe that’s why your ex had cheated on you. That was after all the hole he’d been fucking, at least that’s what you’d heard the bitch he’d been fucking screaming out in pleasure, but that didn’t matter anymore because here you are with this hot stranger Daddy and three fingers in you alternating between pumping and twisting and scissoring to stretch that tight hole. None of it mattered anymore because now you were going to give this man the one thing that bastard ex wanted most.

“Have you ever done this before?” 

“No?” Your voice trembled with nerves, anticipation and the need to cum.

“Don’t worry baby, you're gonna love it.”

You felt his now hard again cock at your entrance. “Lift up a little baby.” You did as he said. “Spit on it, mama.” 

You look down at his dick and try to produce as much spit as you could, it isn't hard since the sight of his thick veiny meat makes your mouth water. 

“Good baby.” he aligned his dick with your asshole and without warning he pulled you down on him. You let out a scream you were sure the cashier heard. 

Still softly crying from the pleasure-pain of having been fully impaled on his larger than average dick, he kept still, letting you get used to the feel of him. He strokes your hair and makes soothing sounds to help ease your pain. Now more relaxed you slowly move your hips and work your ass on his pole. Intentional or not it’s a delicious torture that he’ll soon make you pay for. When he feels your dirty hole loosen up he begins his thrusting in and out of your asshole, grabbing onto your hips, forcing you to take him deeper. He knows you love this and it amazes you that this tall, dark and handsome stranger so easily had you pegged for the pain slut that you are. You always knew you were but never dared to attempt it with anyone, afraid that you would scare them off you settled for vanilla sex and that was not what you wanted. But not him, he knew from the moment he laid eyes on you. He’d known what you were.

“Oh my god,” you cry as you bounce on his dick. “I’m getting fuck in the ass. I’m getting fucked in the ass. I getting fuc-”

“Yeah, baby. You are.”

The thought of doing something so nasty had you so far gone that you could have shouted that out at the top of lungs and not given a fuck about who heard. Let them hear, you thought.

He slides one hand down between your legs and starts rubbing hard on your clit, the other around your mouth to keep your screams from alarming anyone.

Your ass felt so loose now, easily taking each thrust and you rode harder with each one. You could feel your orgasm approaching, you were seconds away from complete sexual bliss. He felt your body tense, knowing you were about to cum he rubs your sensitive little bead faster and leads you to the most intense orgasm you've ever had. You feel your cunt spray your pleasure into his hand and onto his balls.

He pumps into your well used asshole a few more times before you feel the sensation of his hot creamy release deep within your bowels and you couldn’t help but thank him for that.

Slowly standing, your knees wobble and he laughs while helping you keep steady. 

“I got you.” He says and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You’re such a good girl.”

“What’s your number? Maybe we can hook up again some time.” He asks.

“No names, no numbers.” You answer and then bolt out the door.

You get into your car and see him in your rear view mirror watching you leave with a smile on his face, you couldn’t help but smile back but his smile was for a completely different reason. He isn’t smiling because of what had just transpired in the bathroom no, he’s smiling because he know exactly where you’re headed and from the sounds your car’s making, you won’t make it very far once entering his town. You are going to break down and when you do he is going to make sure you’ll be his dirty little slut forever.

[sleepyspots-wc-designs]

Have I suggested Kestrelflight yet? If not this is it. I need to suggest him for... reasons.

Here’s your boy!!

KESTRELFLIGHT

“No. I think they were angry with me for staying away. But I had to stay with my Clan, didn't I?”

[Gray-brown ticked spotted tabby with yellow eyes and the Finnish mutation.]

I finally got the chance to draw a standing kitty!! And Kestrelflight is my victim >:)

Design notes!

Speckled!

Tall, tufted ears.

Round face shape, but elongated.

Not shown very well due to his pose, but he’s a ticked tabby; his stripes (spots) are only on his tail, face, and legs.

Lots of fluffed shapes with three tips.

Scarring includes: None.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

ok what about a reader who keeps dying and reincarnating a few years in the past, and they keep trying to fix everything but it doesn’t work.

And the like 20th time all of the other mutants somehow remember all the other times as well?

I don’t mind what media you pick, any is cool :)

(I feel like you may have written something like this already and I’m really sorry if you did)

Oooo! Yes, you requested an au idea! Let's try it:

The farthest back you can remember is about... the 1800s... In a place full of trees, mountains, and endless snow, all locked in freezing valleys and forests. The first two mutants you met then were a pair of brothers, one tall and blonde, one short and fluffy. For the short time you were around, you were with them. In dens abdoned by large animals, cuddled together in the dead of night... By lakes and rivers, catching the bounty of summer... Drifting through the woods, tracking the herds of deer as they moved... Until one day, a group of hunters shot you, and you were gone-

Only to come to in a European country, filled with mad, angry people and a war growing bloodier by the day. You met a boy who controlled metal, and did your best to cheer him up. Then within a month, you were taken to a chamber, and then-

You're back in a new time, in a new place. This time around you grow a bit older, meeting a man who is a professor, who tries to help everyone and foster peace... and then there is the boy you had met in that cold, dreary past, now a man. The two are friends, partners, and they both want what's best- but in two entirely different ways, down two opposite paths. You last long enough to watch them split apart, and soon pass on from a bullet through the chest...

And the cycle keeps repeating.

You come into the world, only to remember your past lives, and try to make things different. Try to change the paths of the people you used to know.

You meet so many people. So many mutants.

Logan. Victor. Erik. Charles. Raven. Hank. Ororo. Scott. Jean. Remy. Piotr. Lance. Pietro. Wanda. Kitty. Fred. Todd. Anna. Kurt. Evan.

So many lives, so many ways it goes wrong.

It comes to a head when you've reincarnated into your latest life, finally living to be fifteen. You've never lived that long before. Never explored technology the way you can now. Never enjoyed the years without fear or weariness.

You miss being near the people you used to know. But... this time, maybe you should give them some space. The last few times you tried to interfere, you've only ended up dying. Be it by blade or bullet or poison, drowning or asphyxiation or crushed bones... You don't get to stay long, and they never believe you anyway. Even with proof. Even with knowledge no one else but you could know.

Logan lost his memories. Victor became more violent, more ruthless. Erik has embraced the darkness inside him, choosing to fight for mutant supremacy, rather than Charles' path of equality between the two. Raven followed Erik, doing wicked deed after wicked deed. Hank's a teacher now. Ororo has joined Charles and Logan as their friend. And you're a few years younger than the teens. You died in a accident when they were only about four years old, so they likely wouldn't remember you either.

Yet...

The moment they see you... Something seems to change with them. Something new.

When they look at you, it's like they're trying to figure something out. Like something isn't sitting right with them. It only seems to grow when one day the Professor and Logan show up due to the teens breaking out into a fight, and they see you pass by. For a moment it looks like they wanted to ask you something-

But you keep walking.

The next time you're on your own, you're approached. It's one of the older mutants, with a wary, almost fragile look to them.

"Do you know of anyone named-"

They ask for one of your old names, and there's only one answer you can give-

"Yes. Hey, love. It's been some time, hasn't it?" you answer softly.

And then you're being hugged tightly, pulled against them like you'll disappear. And you think that maybe-

Maybe this time you all will be okay.

(You don't notice their eyes darkening, the way their hands curl tighter, how they don't stop checking the pulse underneath their fingertips. They lost you once, and this time-

This time they aren't going to risk you again. Not their friend, not their loved one, not their sunshine. They're not sure they can go through losing them one more time... They won't make it if they do.)

[pastel-omegas-blog]

HYBRID AU PART 2

MARRAV

Marrav/Other members of the Vermillion ducal family 

In this au they are not the imperial family, but are members of the Vermillion grand duchy which has two branches. 

Valero is branch is for the members of Duke Nicolas family and Valryon is for the members of Marrav's family m

They are lions. African lions to be exact. To be even more detailed their super Lions ( super Lions are a small group of lions that are stronger and more mean and buff than the average lion.

Marrav is tall. Standing at 6'11. Has a muscular somewhat lean body. He's naturally athletic and doesn't need to do a lot to exercise because of his good genes.

His formerly sharp silver eyes now have an even more piercing look in them making both prey and predator hybrids alike freeze in their spots whenever they lock eyes with him.

Instead of his hair being all silky and flowy it somehow puffs a bit behind him like a lions mane, but it's still well taken care off. A pair of lion ears twitch every once in a while on his head and his long tail sways boredly behind him.

Dominant alpha

Always has a haughty smirk on his thin lip so can always see his sharp canines peaking out.

He's fucking Hot and he knows it.

He's got it all. The money, the looks, the genes, the power.

He's known through out the academy as the        ' Black beast '.  

He got this nickname mostly because of his thick black hair, but his monsterous gives the name another meaning. 

Like Leon he is a member of the student council, but he focuses more on the training regiment of students who want to dedicate their time to swordsman ship. ( He mostly recruits predator hybrids because he's fucking bias and thinks all prey species are weak ).

He doesn't know like restraining his strength when sparing with others far weaker than him.  Has broken limbs/ badly injured others because of this.

Instead of people being wary of him because of this, their like 

" ✨UWU ✨ Big murder kitty is so hot💕 "

These insane people are members of his fanclub.

Oh yes. 

He has a fanclub.

They call themselves ' the black kitty brigade '

He's embarrassed by them, but their praises always inflate his ego.

Every single student knows that he's trying to court Leon, including the freshmen.

His fans are torn between trying to get his attention or push him together with the blue haired lop bunny hybrid.

Members of his fan club are the main cause of M/N's torment. Their angry and disgusted that the sheep hybrid has the honour of being their murder kitty's future mate.

He's constantly butting heads with the other love intrests and his cousin.

An absolute prick. He's more of a hassle to handle than his Emperor self.

Also much more vocal about how he hates his engagement to M/N.

Sometimes does nice things for the sheep just so his fanclub have a reason to bully him, or he's the one verbally abusing/ berating him in the hallway in front of hundreds of other students.

An absolute jackass over all.

ALVAR.

 His family is still a major part of the holy temple and still places a major role in choosing the Pope candidate, but in this Au his older sister is the pope while he goes to the academy to study.

He's a tiger. 

A Bengal tiger. ( Bengal tigers are still tigers, they just have white fur, that's why I used them for Alvar because they match his aesthetic )

Another very pretty big kitty.

And unlike a certain someone he's a very gentle predator hybrid.

He's a just bit taller than Marrav standing at 6'12, also has a muscular lean form as well. Pretty silky waist length milky white hair paired with milk white cat like eyes top it all off with small fuzzy striped ears and a gentle swaying striped tale

Dominant alpha.

Like Marrav had the money, looks and power but is more humble about it.

Is known as the ' Gentle guardian ' by the students.

Predator and prey alike usually flock to him because of his comforting aura and how willing he is to help people in need.

Very smart and it almost always the top of his year.

The goody two shoes religious boi of the academy. 

He's the head of the schools religious sector and is known for being knowledgeable on the words of the holy text. Is also the leader of the school choir.

Has a very pretty voice, it's deep so he sings bass.

His voice alone has gotten some very weak willed omegas off during mandatory service.

Is also a member of the student council.

His role later s mostly to act as a guidance counselor of sorts for students in need or struggling and help to put them on the right path.

Also has a fan club.

His fan club member are call themselves the     ' Gentle snowflakes '.

They always knock heads with the black kitty brigade. 

Like Marrav Alvar has a crush on a certain lop bunny and everyone knows.

His fan club members think he's the one who deserves the right to court the pretty omega since a gentle giant alpha would be perfect for a small prey omega.

They don't start fight because they don't want to soil the name of their giant soft kitty.

In this au since M/N doesn't have a 'demon' inside him Alvar actually gets along well with the sheep hybrid.

They both share similar tastes in books and he's the one M/N goes to to talk about how the bullying is taking a toll on him.

Sadly because of this relationship his own fanclub also have it out for the sheep and have tagged him as a ' ship wrecker '

Because he's so busy with a lot of things Alvar doesn't really have time to constantly check on the h/c fluffy omega make sure he's doing alright.

Overall a pretty meh person.

BASIL

In this au he's not necessarily found starving by M/N on the streets, but his family is a poor barony who's indebted to M/N's family. Since he's an illegitimate child born from a prostitute his father took him in so they could send him off a servant as a way to pay of their debt. Despite this M/N still treated him like an equal instead of a servant and even managed to convince his parents to sponsor Basil's education in the academy.

Is more like a butler that's trained very well on self defense and is skilled with a sword.

Is a mixed breed.

His father is a red fox while his mother was a local dog breed that he isn't aware of. 

He got more of the fox genes so you can't tell he's mixed at all.

Has a lean body with a bit of muscle, stands at 6'0 pretty pink shoulder length hair that's tied in a ponytail. Pink furred fox ears and a soft fluffy fox tail that wags like a dog's tail when he's happy. Has a pretty face too.

Recessive alpha.

Isn't part of the school council, but is very popular among the student body.

Is considered a prodigy with the sword by students and teachers alike and has a lot of potential that can be unlocked.

He's received a lot of attention that his ego is almost as big as Marrav's.

Even though he's meant to be serving M/N he actively tries to avoid the sheep hybrid so his reputation doesn't get tarnished.

Even if the omega does manage to get a hold of him he likes to pretend he doesn't know him or give him the cold shoulder so it looks to others that he's annoyed by him.

Turns a blind eye to the bullying as well.

Doesn't have a fan club but the popularity he's gathered for himself make it look like he'll get one soon.

People know he's got a thing for Leon.

His normally lax tail starts wagging at the sight of the bunny.

People think it's cute that the normally stone faced fox becomes a cute kit at the sight of the pretty blue haired omega.

He's a shitty person that only cares about himself.

SHIVA

Mommy Shiva in the house! Nothing really changes other than she's not the empress, but one of her older siblings is rulling in her place.

Snake hybrid or for better words a Naga.

Like M/N who has more animal traits ( like the fluffy wool growing around his wrist to his hooved feet and fluffy wool legs ) Shiva is also like this with the lower part of her body being a snake tail decorated with gold and silver scales, these same scales are scattered on her arms , shouldersand the side of her face. Her already teal reptilian eyes have an even more animalistic shine behind them.

Drop dead handsome/ gorgeous.

If she's ' standing ' upright she's a little over 10 feet, but that draws attention towards her ( even though she likes how both students and teachers are intimidated by her )  so she tends to slouch a bit and let more of her tail slither around. 

She's still 8'1 when she does this.

Long silky caramel hair, her face and body is an absolute work of art. Hot and she owns it.

People are in awe of her looks and also terrified of her beauty.

Dominant alpha.

Other than her height and intimidating looks another thing the student body fear about her is her venom.

Oh I forget to mention.

Shiva's breed of snake is the african boomslang.

Poisonous little fuckers.

Though she hides her fangs well and has never actually threatened anyone with it.

Well except Marrav, but she doesn't see him as a person anyways so that doesn't count.

She's not a student since she's older, but at the same time she doesn't really teach. She's part of the school board as a foreign education councillor representing Pentigria. 

She watches over the students from her Empire to avoid any bad things toward her people.

Keeps to her self most of the time and is generally a mystery to the students.

Her and M/N relationship is one of mutual acquaintances.

They both find peace in each other's company and can be found talking together in the school cafe about trivial things.

She originally wanted to only get to know him just to spite Marrav but now she genuinely enjoys his company.

No one dares to speak ill of the sheep hybrid in her presence.

A student did once and nobody has seen them till now.

LOUIS

in this au he's still Alvar's illegitimate younger brother.

If you thought he had it bad in the original timeline well you thought wrong.

Cause it gets worse.

He's taken nothing from the Leoht family blood line. No milky white hair and eyes or earth dark skin. 

Blond hair, green eyes and pale as a ghost.

As if that isn't enough he's not even a tiger hybrid. 

I swear he's not even any thing in the cat species.

He's a horse.

A freaking horse.

He's breed of horse is a ' Thoroughbred '.

Recessive alpha.

One can only imagine the black lash and bullying he's experienced through out his life for this.

He's referred to as ' the curse '. People say that because they believe they believe the gods cursed him in the womb for being an illegitimate child , that's why he looks nothing like the rest of the family.

People originally thought his mother was playing tricks by saying that he even had Leoht blood. 

Magic proved that she was in fact telling the truth.

Is treated like an outcast by his peers who constantly remind him that he's a mistake.

He can be found huddled on his own in one of the schools abandoned green house all by himself.

Unlike his og self care who hides behind a facade by being vain, rude and condescending, this Louis is actually really sweet and nice. 

He and M/N are really close friends.

Hope you like this.

[turnippencil]

Is it just me, or is narinder just so hard to write??? He is portrayed as a grumpy kitty, but the only irl refrence I have (my cat) is just... not? Forgive her resting angry face, I swear she is an angel even at the vets

She is just so sweet, and I've never seen her mad, so how do I write the tall brooding dark handsome feline man???

[fauville]

‘trying to get the other to dance with them’ from the prompts!! For whichever pairing you think it suits best 💕

thank you sm for the prompt!! 🩷

kitty/morgan this time. this is actually my first time writing about them and it's been a while since i've written about morgan at all, so apologies for any butchery of her character, lol.

★ ★ ★

“I don’t dance, sweetheart,” Morgan says, folding her arms at Kitty’s bright, hopeful smile.

Even Morgan can admit that she looks cute as shit tonight: with her dangling pink heart earrings and light blue frilly dress that ends midway to her plump bare thigh. With her heels she’s almost as tall as Morgan, which makes her bristle a little, but she’s so adorable that Morgan barely even notices it.

She herself, of course, barely made any effort. She’s only here, at this stupid fucking office party, because Kitty asked her to come. Sometimes Morgan feels like a pining dog who is at her owner’s every beck and call with her. She chews on her unlit cigarette on the edge of the dance floor and wonders if she could ever say no to her for anything.

Well. Anything except dancing, of course.

“Please?” Kitty tries one more time, but after Morgan shakes her head, she relents and just kisses her cheek, before wandering off to the snack table. Morgan rubs her cheek, her fingers coming off with a pink glittery mess. She groans out loud and uses her shirt sleeve to rub off the lipstick stain, but she’s smiling lightly and is stupidly aware of it, too. Shit.

Morgan keeps staring after Kitty, as she sways on her feet to the beat of the music, popping a green grape into her mouth as she chats with someone Morgan doesn’t know. It’s kind of annoying how friendly Kitty is with everyone, because that means no one ever leaves her alone. It’s very rare that Morgan can spend time with her outside the warehouse for someone not to interrupt them in the middle of it. The worst part is that Kitty is too nice to tell them to fuck off and when Morgan does it on her behalf, Kitty gets pissed off at <i>her</i> instead of the obnoxious intruders.

Morgan is so focused on Kitty that she doesn’t notice that guy (Sloppy? Ronnie? She doesn’t care what his fucking name is), Kitty’s ex, seeing Kitty from across the dance floor and making his way to her. She frowns when maybe-Ronnie touches Kitty’s shoulder with a too gentle and familiar grip to Morgan’s tastes.

Kitty turns to look at him, her smile polite but also fake, but Sloppy doesn’t notice it and takes Kitty’s hand in his own, swiping a finger across her knuckles.

And Morgan sees red.

She drops her cigarette to the ground and is by Kitty’s side as fast as lighting. Ronnie blinks at her speedy arrival and then yelps as Morgan grabs his wrist in a too tight grip.

“Let go,” she growls, and Sloppy squeaks in fear to her delight.

Morgan is aware that Kitty is currently staring at her with wide eyes, but she doesn’t look at her, her eyes focused on his fearful face as her grip tightens even more.

“Morgan,” Kitty says very softly beside her. She doesn’t sound upset, but she takes Morgan’s free hand into her own and squeezes it gently.

Morgan releases his hand and he rips it to his chest, massaging his wrist with his fingers.

“Get lost,” Morgan grunts, and Sloppy does-- so fast he looks like a vampire himself. He fucking wishes he was.

Morgan folds her arms, Kitty’s hand falling away, as she watches him go with a satisfied smirk. After a moment she turns to look at Kitty, who doesn’t look angry, like Morgan expected she would. Instead she’s smiling and, for some unknown reason, Morgan’s heart squeezes inside her chest.

“You wanted to dance?” Morgan asks with a quirked eyebrow, swallowing down whatever she was feeling before, and offers Kitty her hand.

Kitty laughs. “I’d thought you’d never ask,” she says and leads Morgan to the dance floor.

[yunyuyu]

'Threesome' j.wy, c.s x fem!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI! ab sucking(weird), bxb smut, smut, swearing, unprotected sex(BIG NO NO), switch!san, switch!wooyoung, switch!reader, threesome, riding, nipple play, masturbation

You groaned out loud. It was going on for about 10 minutes right now and you were sick and tired of it. Loud moans coming from your roommate's room had been keeping you wide awake after a long day. You finally had enough, so you put on a robe and headed to Wooyoung's room, bracing yourself to see one of his many girlfriends doing unholy things. You slammed the door open and the sight in front made your jaw drop. A tall, blonde man was ridden up against the wall and my oh my, sucking and marking his abs, kneeled on the floor was your dear roommate. You unintentionally let out a loud squeak. Both men visibly jumped. Wooyoung's jaw went slack for a moment but hid it with a devilish smirk. "Hello y/n, wanna join? Make Sannie's birthday a little more special? hm?" Wooyoung drawled. The other man, San, had been staring at you hungrily this whole time (let's just say Woo was used to seeing you in a see through lingerie). As your eyes swiveled to him, he quickly turned away, mumbling a inextinguishable 'sorry'. You suddenly found your voice. "No, look at me, you are going to have this tonight Sannie, right now." San gaped at you but not for long, Wooyoung started his sucking again and you, on the other hand, kneeled to San's waist level and started unbuttoning his slacks. San moaned out loud as you teased the tent in his boxers with your wet tongue. You pulled down his boxers and his cock slapped up on his lower abdomen, precum leaking out of his angry red tip. San's head fell back, feeling Wooyoung marking his abs and you deep throating his dick was just about enough to make him go insane. Wooyoung put his leg between your thighs to stop you from rubbing them together, causing you to let out a whine around San's length, making San cry out as his cock twitched in your mouth. You signaled to Wooyoung and both of you stopped what you were doing, San crumbled down, cursing out loud, since he was denied of his orgasm. "Kitty Boy, who do you want, bouncing on your cock? Me or her?" Wooyoung asked holding San up. "H-her" San mumbled. "hm. Good choice, y/n go on then" Wooyoung stepped aside. You pushed San gently onto the bed and removed your robe, revealing your bare chest and a cute lacey panty, barely hiding you. San didn't even bother to blink. Wooyoung had now pulled down his pants, playing with himself. You gently straddled San's lap, teasing him by rubbing yourself on him but not going down on him. His needy eyes never left your breasts. "Am I allowed to touch?" he asked in such a innocent voice, that you nearly cooed. "Of course Sannie" as you said that, it seemed something in him snapped and you watched his chocolate brown eyes turn dark with a lustful gaze entering his face. Your teasing faltered as he growled and grabbed your hips, placing them right over his cock and pushing you down on him. You and San groaned in unison, feeling your pussy walls hugging his length. Meanwhile Wooyoung, jerking himself with one hand, scooted over to San and started rubbing his hard nipples. San gave a loud moan, what with being sensitive from before and now you bouncing on his cock and Wooyoung rubbing his nipples, he finally lost it. He came inside your walls, yelling out a stream of curses and you came too, your whole body trembling. Wooyoung finished his jerking and came ropes of white onto San's side. It seemed like a miracle, all three of you hitting your highs together. You fell face first onto San's chest, hearing his heartbeat return to a normal speed. San smiled and stroked your hair, to your waist.

"I'll run the bath for you both" Wooyoung said at last, breaking the silence. San hummed while you were too exhausted to respond. Wooyoung left. You lifted your head to face San. "Hi'', he said gently. "H-hi", you mumbled stuffing your red face in his chest. San let out a breathy chuckle. "I am San, Choi San" he introduced himself, oblivious to the fact that you just had the best sex in your life with him. You giggled. "I am y/l/n y/n". you said. "y/n....pretty name" he mumbled, smiling as your cheeks turned red again. He was handsome and hot , no lying there.

Wooyoung suddenly appeared. "Hey I ran the ba-" and stopped short at the sight on his bed. Wooyoung's heart sang for San. San wasn't a person who was loved properly, having abusive parents and it was rare to see his face holding that gentle look it had while looking down at you. Wooyoung left quietly, leaving you both to let a new relationship, a beautiful one, bloom...