#black my feral kitten too!!!

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

officer!els<3

author's note - meow i love this woman.

content warnings - black!coded!reader ig????, fluff, els i love u ellie williams pls handcuff me to ur bed and police-brutalize me! , text msgs from reader that are very me-coded! , mostly just based off every grumpy but cool cop i've seen in media, lots of notes from me i'm going insane I NEED HER!!!!! , there's a white man in a pic i put... you have been warned, smut/suggestive shit at the end!

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- def wanted to be a cop when she was a kid and then was a total fucking juvenile as a teen. (duh!)

- always loved the police officers who barely ever gave troubled kids a hard time. (this is coming from a troubled kid. acab all the way except for u guys. well, still acab, but y'all r cool!) would refuse to talk to anyone except her favorites. i fully believe that's one of the reasons she would go into this workforce.

- when she got approved to start training to be a cop, u were home with her favorite strand of weed and she gave u a look like, "🤨🤨" , "can't be doing that no more baby, i'm gonna be a cop." , "...stfu and take the first hit before you piss me off..." , she's wearing a SHIT-eating grin before she takes it. (don't ask me how she passes her drug-tests!) (probably gets jesse to do it or someone idk maybe joel if she's lucky!) (def not joel...)

- ADDING ONTO THIS!^^ : every single time you smoke when she can't she'll look so sad or just side-eye tf out of you... "really?" , "what do you want me to do ellie..." u stopped smoking around her when she couldn't...

- this woman is so intimidating but once those cop dogs come on the scene she's so cute<3 . she's so smiley and happy they love her AND SHE LOVES THEM. she definitely sent u a picture of her with the group of the babies and was like, "can we adopt them all pls i love them ):" . you guys adopted a rescue pup shortly after...

- whenever you're doing ANYTHING EVER she flashes her badge at you and says something so loser of her , "don't make me handcuff you..." or makes finger guns with the sounds and GOD I LOVE THIS WOMAN.

- speaking of badges, she always has her badge on her. ALWAYS. it is EMBARRASSING!

- when she got her first arrest she was so happy:3 . i FEEL like she took a picture with the fucker and everything and she looked so proud of herself. "good job baby now pls get to the station before that mf breaks out of those handcuffs he looks like he's gonna murder u..."

- this is a headcannon of mine (and canon so why am i saying hc maybe it's just bcs it's more in-depth in my head.) but she loves kids and whenever she sees a younger person at the station, she makes sure that they're ok and have everything they need.

- with that being said, she HATES the teens who don't have a valid reason to be such delinquents. lovable delinquents are her soft-spot but those... THOSE ONES😧.

- definitely is a kitten-saver-cop. hates getting the call but she responds every time.

- sends u this pic anytime u say something mildly threatening to her in text msgs:

suggestive/NSFW!

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- the day she got her uniform, you wanted to jump her bones. she came back home, poor girl was so tired and all you could think about is how good she looked in that shit.

- like i said... the badge is with her at all times... maybe this is too feral but i feel like she put IT in ur mouth and took a polaroid of it after u were done eating her out or SSAAAWWWWMMMMTHHHIIIIING. (pls let me wear ur badge baby i'm on my knees BEGGING YOU!)

- definitely joked about role-playing jailer/jailed and then it wasn't a joke anymore. y'all tried it once and couldn't stop laughing.

- has definitely used her handcuffs on u or vice versa. she gets so excited when u pull that shit out.

- ggggg...g-g-gu-....gggggggggguuuunnn ki-

- definitely has fucked u in the uniform. u two probs have had a quickie in the station bathroom on multiple occasions.

bonus round - police!els edit<3 :

#abby tlou #tlou2 #abby anderson #abby anderson fic #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x abby #ellie x fem reader #ellabs #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams series #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams fanart #dina tlou #tlou art #joel tlou #the last of us #tlou #joel miller #bella ramsey #laura bailey #ani's ellie🎀 #ani's writing📖

[froody]

I went to the shelter today and met several cats. A beautiful 3 year old black kitty who had been surrendered for urinary issues, a very sweet very handsome 2 year old tabby man. They were both fantastic cats with fantastic personalities. I liked them both and was having a hard time deciding. Then they told me there was a very skittish 4 month old tortoiseshell kitten at the PetSmart.

I go there and she’s catatonically hiding in the corner. I get her out and she clings to me like a shipwreck survivor. I knew she was the one. The other cats were so sweet but she was utterly petrified being in that environment. Her nose was runny, her eyes were crusty, she was so scared her little body was like stone. I had to put her back to fill out the paperwork and when the employee grabbed her too roughly to try to take her out of the cage, she SHREDDED that woman.

I got in the car like alright, feral kitten. I’ll figure it out. She’ll come around.

She’s not feral. She’s a precious little angel. She started purring moments after I started petting her. She’s just a shy nervous girl who spend the past two months of her little life in a hell-ish overstimulating environment.

I don’t know about her early life. She’s been spayed, she’s up to date on her shots, she’s FIV negative. They gave her a course of antibiotics for the eye crust and runny nose but she’s still sneezy and crusty and wheezy. I’m betting it’s feline herpes, one of my childhood cats had feline herpes and she always got sneezy and crusty when she was stressed out. I’m going to give her a little period of adjustment and then get her set up with my vet and tested to make sure that’s the problem.

She’s currently hiding under my bed. I can hear her moving around periodically. I’m letting her adjust, decompress and get used to my presence. She will be a challenge. I look forward to loving and knowing her. I think what she needs is peace and quiet and I am like the most peaceful quiet owners a cat could possibly have. I don’t know what toys she’ll like, if she’ll be a candidate for leash training, what her favorite treats will be. We’ll have to get to know each other.

Her name was Holly because she was a December intake. I have tentatively named her Daphne, partially after the nymph and partially after Daphne du Maurier because of her mystique and strange glamor.

#daphne

[verysium]

please write something about blue lock as cat dads, like we have cat and its batshit insane <3

my cat was furiously scratching at my bedroom door this morning, so i'm taking that as a sign to write this. here you go anon:

rin owns a void. black fur with bluish green eyes and sharp little fangs. rin adopted him as an emotional support animal after sae left for spain. his name is kuro (黑) which means "black" in japanese because the itoshis are just unoriginal with all pet names. sometimes the cat camouflages with the furniture, but rin knows its habits too well to accidentally sit on him. they have an almost telepathic bond. kuro follows a very strict routine. feeding times are 7 in the morning before rin's football practice and 6 in the evening during dinner. he is calm and quiet most of the time but hisses whenever there are birds in the window. very shy around strangers. will curl his tail around rin's leg and peek out from time to time but does not have the courage to actually approach. sometimes if rin has free time, he takes kuro out to the park and lets him chase after the butterflies. kuro is also very intelligent. knows how to unlock doors, fetch the newspaper, and clean up after using the potty. sometimes spaces out when rin watches his horror movies at night. will blink at the screen owlishly. he's not very skittish when it comes to jumpscares. he just doesn't understand what's going on in the film. his favorite time of the year is during the holidays when rin goes back to kamakura to visit his parents. mama itoshi always sneaks kuro an extra fish bone.

oliver has a cat with heterochromia. his name is björn which is swedish for bear because he is a massive maine coon. flirts with all the tabby cats in his neighborhood and purrs loudly to show off. incredibly fluffy but sheds a lot. very strong physically. one time he moved oliver's entire closet because he did not like how it was blocking his cat door. secretly the leader of a cat gang, but oliver doesn't know. pretty chill most of the time and enjoys large family gatherings. multilingual because he can respond to commands in swedish, japanese, and german. he also knows a little bit of danish. oliver taught him a few tricks as a kitten. he can twirl around, roll over, and give high-fives. despite his large size, björk is very flexible and light on his feet. one time he got into the cookie jar on the top pantry shelf, and oliver's mom had to shoo him out.

shidou has an orange cat named ryu (竜) which is an alternative form of the kanji for "dragon" (龍). it is also adapted from the first character in his name "ryusei." his cat looks exactly like how mcdonald's sprite tastes. very spicy. does not sleep at night. his business hours are from three in the morning to whenever he passes out. drifts like a literal race car and makes vrooming sound effects. ryu took one whiff of catnip as a kitten and has never been the same since. all of his toys are shredded. prefers taking the head off first. you will find cotton stuffing everywhere. he destroyed the brand new cat bed shidou got for him, so now he's been downgraded to a cardboard box. ryu is prohibited from all open windows especially the ones with pull-down blinds because he once saw a squirrel and went absolutely feral. only eats raw meat and refuses to even touch dried kibble. sits beside shidou whenever he orders yukhoe from the local korean restaurant. feasts on all the scraps.

barou has a tuxedo cat. her name is mimi, and she is the sweetest cat in existence. claws are always trimmed. licks herself clean. unusually calm at the vet and groomer and is one of the few cats who actually enjoys baths. sometimes helps barou with cleaning by catching all the dust bunnies. his apartment is also insect-free thanks to her. she is, in fact, a baddie. the tomcat next door has tried to get her attention for over a year now, but she refuses to be swayed. he gave her a dead rat once, but mimi swatted it away before telling him he better start paying some bills and look somewhat hygienic before she even looked his way. the only man in her life is barou, and it will stay that way. mimi is also a polydactyl cat, so it looks like she's wearing white mittens. sometimes barou comes home from practice exhausted and collapses face first into bed, and mimi will crawl onto his back to knead his muscles for him.

nagi has a scottish fold. she has white fur and brown eyes, hence her name yuki which is japanese for "snow." she is very similar to nagi. lazy and sleeps all day. their favorite activity together is sunbathing. eats a lot but somehow still manages to stay in shape. she often sits upright like a human and kneads the fur on her tummy. as a kitten, she mirrored nagi's actions, so he got her a mini video game controller. it doesn't actually work, but she gets to press on the buttons whenever nagi is gaming. makes her feel very involved. scientists have also classified her as a liquid. she can get herself through every nook and cranny. even the two millimeter crack under the bedroom door. her favorite place in the house is her bed. has two fluffy blankets and a teddy bear. during winter, she moves her bed closer to the heater. has unofficial beef with choki because she tried to eat him once. ended up with spines in her mouth and never touched a houseplant after that. choki still has a giant missing chunk from where his arm was bitten off.

reo has a persian cat. her royal title is kana-hime because she is a spoiled princess. she has silky fur that smells like perennial roses. has an entire room to herself and a private chef. reo has like 3134736845 pictures of her on his phone. she is even included in the holiday cards and family portrait above the fireplace mantel. her collar is made of sterling silver with a diamond in the nameplate. very coquette. pink bows are her favorite. sensitive paws so reo customized a pair of small fur booties for her. clingy and has attachment issues (just like her owner.) sometimes goes on playdates with yuki. said playdates involve yuki just sitting there while kana-hime gives her a full body grooming session and makeover.

sae owns a siamese. light blue eyes and a dark patch of fur on her face and paws. she does not have a name because sae never formally adopted her. one morning he had gone to practice and returned to a mother and her kittens on his fire escape. sae did not keep the kittens, but unfortunately the mother was very persistent, so he let her stay. despite originally being a stray, she is very clean. always licking herself and sae's hands. not very picky but has a preference for seafood, specifically surume. very productive during the day. rearranges her bed and water bowl. scratches her post five to six times. takes a daily stroll on the rooftops of madrid. she doesn't have a collar, but somehow always manages to return safely to sae's window. has an almost sixth sense when it comes to his emotions. if she senses he is tired, she will hop onto his lap and force him to lay down and give her pets. if she sees that he is stressed, she rubs her head under his chin to calm him down. probably the only emotional attachment sae has had ever since he left japan.

kaiser has a norwegian forest cat. it has golden fur, dark stripes, and blue eyes. has a little mane around his neck, so he resembles a small lion. his name is klaus. basically a mini kaiser. preens in front of the mirror every morning alongside michael. prances around as if he owns the entire establishment. bullies other cats but is scared shitless in the presence of dogs (even chihuahuas). has a little habit of gently biting kaiser's finger. not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a little imprint from his fangs. it's his way of showing love. nuzzles against kaiser's neck tattoo when he picks klaus up. a very needy baby at night. cannot sleep well in any place that is not michael's bed. needs to be tucked in like a child with his stuffed animals and blankets. ends up sleeping on kaiser's face by the time the morning rolls around. has perfect loafs, as in 11/10 if it was a competition. side-eyes ness whenever he comes to visit. extremely judgmental to the point kaiser suspects klaus must have been a human in his past life. knows how to pose for photos and even tilts his head to capture a good angle.

#asks #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #blue lock fluff #rin itoshi #oliver aiku #shidou ryusei #barou shouei #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #sae itoshi #michael kaiser

[toulousewayne]

Batfam and Batsis Headcannon: Ages 21-23

Damian:

The headache Y/n felt forming after finding out about Bruce and Talia having a son was painful.

“After all those talks he gave me about protection.” Dick scoffed.

Y/n looked at her new brother who looked like a feral kitten who was ready to claw and hiss at anyone who approached him.

“Tt, I don’t see how you are Father’s Daughter, your mother wasn’t even married to him. Meaning you hold no claim to Father’s company or his assets.” He spat. He was quite smug with himself.

“Listen pipsqueak—“ Tim started but Y/n motioned for him to stop. She turned her attention back to Damian.

“Look I don’t know what you were told but I promise you I don’t want to run his company, hell I’d rather not be heiress to the money either. Bruce is my Father not my atm or trust fund. And if that’s all the things you’ve been led to believe then you’re sadly mistaken.”

Damian lunged at her and quickly moved out of his grasp, she turned towards him and flipped him onto his stomach and pinned his arm back.

Dick and Tim stood there in awe.”I know you’re an assassin kid, but make no mistake I will break this little hands of yours if you try that again.” She left the room without another word and Damian grumbled as Tim chuckled smugly in the corner.

Damian avoided Y/n while she visited the Manor. They spoke a total of two times in the first few days. By day three Y/n figured he’d be more settled into his new home that she could formally introduce herself. She was wrong.

Damian took one look at tried to go in the other direction and she called him but he was too fast for her. She was in her room on a call with Stephanie and Cass who were gutted she wasn’t staying longer, Barbara could be heard in the background on a call with Dinah and Helena.

“You guys know you can visit anytime, besides my roommate when back home to Chicago. So, for the rest of the term I have a whole dorm to myself.” She giggled stuffing some sweaters Alfred had bought for her as he knew winter was approaching and she’d be up late in the library across the campus.

“Well you’ll be back in three weeks for Christmas Break, plus maybe this weekend we can have a day trip I heard Metropolis Mall is having a huge sale for Black Friday!” Stephanie squealed with excitement.

Cass nodded in agreement,she turned her head and looked closely at the screen before speaking.”Damian.”

Y/n world around to find the youngest Wayne in her doorway easedropping.

“I’ll talk to you guys tonight when you stop by before patrol.” They two waved and she hung up turning to the doorway.

“Come in Damian.” Reluctantly he entered her room with a blank expression.

“Wayne.”

“Wayne.” She replied in his same tone.

He looked down at the ground before speaking,”Grayson talked to me about my actions. I wanted to apologize for comments earlier to you.” He never met her gaze and she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re not the first kid to come in here and feel outraged or confused about your new life Damian, and knowing Dad’s track record I can’t say you’ll be the last. But I accept your apology. Mind telling me what’s behind your back though?”

He handed her a small wooden bird, it was cured and whittled to his shape and it was beautiful sculptured. “Grayson always mentioned your fascination with birds.”

Y/n smiled an took the little bird figure,”thank you Damian it’s very thoughtful of you.”

“I would appreciate if this conversation never made it to Drake.”

“Whatever you say kiddo.” She chuckled. As time went on Damian was less abrasive towards the older woman. Usually when the girls would visit her Damian would tag along, of course he said he was forced to come but that was lie. Or when Dick or Bruce would FaceTime her and Damian would demand to talk to his sister but would instantly just ask her about her studies and when would she be returning home. It was kinda cute.

When she returned for Christmas she wasn’t surprised to see Damian tending to his animals but rather who was helping him. A new kid.

Duke:

Duke had heard a lot about his new sister from the other boys, from Cass even Alfred talk about her too.

She was able to get to know Duke when everyone was out running errands for Christmas and he was the only person at the Manor.

“Oh Hi Y/n, Alfred asked me to hang up the garland. Did you need something?”

“No Duke, just passing through, I’m surprised you picked the red and gold one, no one picks that one.”

“Really, I think it’s the most festive.” He chuckled and she entered the lounge and helped him. The two crackled jokes and finish decorating the lounge by the time Alfred and Bruce returned.

“I must say you two make excellent choices with decorations.” Alfred commented.

On Christmas Eve Duke wasn’t around lot of the family. When Y/n asked around no one had seen Duke since Breakfast. Y/n found him in the backyard sitting in the snow. She approached him with a cup of hot chocolate made by Jason.

She sat next to him in silence on noise was them sipping on the hot beverages and sounds of clatter and music from the manor.

For a while they just enjoyed each other company until Duke broke the silence. “Do you think their proud of me, with my decision of be Signal and applying to Gotham University?”

Y/n took a sip of her drink once more before replying,”I think your parents are very proud of you Duke, I believe they would not only want you to be surrounded by people who love you. But to also following your own heart, do what you feel is right for your life.”

He grinned to hisself before speaking again.”I guess so my Dad always wanted me to beat to my own drum. I just..I don’t wanna let anyone down, my parents, Alfred, Bruce..you.”

She turned to him,”Me?”

He nodded softly. “Everyone talks so highly of you, even Damian. I was scared that I’d let everyone down.”

“Duke Thomas Wayne! You could never let me down, I’m sister I’m not going to make you feel bad about your decision. Besides have you seen the rest of the family, just finishing High School is enough to make Alfred happy.” The two busted out laughing before the wind and the snow began to fall down.

“Come along little Brother it’s getting cold and so is the rest of my cocoa.”

On Christmas Morning everyone torn into their gifts and after that everyone opened their gifts Duke found Y/n in the library.

“Hey, thank you for yesterday, I just talked to Dick and he helped me finish my application for Gotham University and I may even have submitted one last night Metropolis University too.”

She chuckled,”Aww Duke that’s amazing I can’t want for them to come in the mail.”

Y/n helped Duke a lot with his last remaining High School affairs like signing up for the SATs, applying for other colleges one that were so close to home in case Duke wanted to try something new. She even helped him with his AP homework though she did secretly get Jason’s help with his English papers and Tim definitely didn’t glance over and make notes on his math homework to help him understand the concepts better.

When his letters did come in the mail he was accepted into Gotham, Central City, Bludhaven and even Star City top universities. But Duke was unsure of himself again and called Y/n who had returned to Metropolis to finish her last few weeks of her degree before graduating that spring.

“What did I say before Thomas, don’t sell yourself short. You earned those spots and if they aren’t where you wanna go you don’t have to. Follow your own drum remember.”

He grinned,”Thank Sis, I needed to hear that.”

“Anytime, now before i go will you please tell Dick and Dad that I will call them later, they keep calling and texting me.”

Duke doubled over laughing before telling her he’ll tell them.

Duke was the first one in the car the day before the family went to Y/n’s Graduation, him and his brothers fought over shot gun which was vetoed by Alfred who made them all sit in the back of the car.

By the time the got their the ceremony had begun and a small crowd burst through the auditorium and made their ways to their seats where Clark, Lois, Jon and Diana were already sitting.

“Late again?” Diana chuckled.

“Bathroom breaks.” Bruce replied.

Luckily Y/n was next and the group from her family was so loud that the crowd chuckled and some joined in too.

She was top of her class and even gave the speech for them.

After walking outside she was swept up to strong arms.”I’ve very proud of you.” Bruce said.

“Thanks Dad, but you’re crushing me.” Bruce reluctantly released her but she she immediately hugged by her brothers and sisters.

“You’ve made us so proud little Bat.” Dick practically sob.

“Grayson can you please stop with the dramatic.”

“Well what will you do know, are staying here or will you move back to Gotham?” Tim questioned.

She shrugged,”I dunno I will come home for a bit before I decide though.”

A choir of Yes from Damian, Duke, and Alfred didn’t go unnoticed.

“Well whatever you decide, we’ll be here for you.” Jason side hugged her.

Alder sobbed and received everyone attention,”it feels me with joy to know at least one of you finished college.”

“But Alfre—

“Silence Master don’t ruin my moment.” Bruce rolled his eyes as Clark and Lois chuckled and Diana shook her head before turning to the graduate.

“Well young one you’ve accomplished much today and I think you should be very proud of yourself.”

“I am thank you guys for coming.”

Tim scoffed,”B practically ran half off the inmates into their cells to not miss today.”

Everyone chuckled as Bruce looked aloof and starting walk towards the door,”I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

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I hope you enjoyed this miniseries. I will do more with different people in the DC Universe.

Specifically with the other teams next to either the JLU or the titans or all of them in some capacity.

My asks are open so please, leave me any Requests! ☺️

#dc comics #batfamily shenanigans #dc universe #dc live action #batman #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #batfam #damian wayne #gotham knights #batverse #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfamily social media #Batfamily!reader #batsis!reader #batboys x batsis #batman the brave and the bold #stephaine brown #barbara gordon #cassandra wayne #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth #dcu #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #dceu films #batgirl

[pinky-glitz]

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴋɪɴᴋs? 1

These are my head canons for various BNHA characters kinks. Minors DNI Warnings: Pet play, voyeurism, praise, degradation, spit, bondage, choking, video recording, impact play

Hawks

Has a pet play kink lmaoo can you blame him 😂

Loves to buy you collars with the little bell in the middle that rings with every shake or the ones with a metal hoop so that he can attach a leash on it. If you have a mutant quirk like a tail or ears it really does it for him but if you don’t no problem he’ll buy some faux ears and a tail butt plug.

Plus he doesn’t mind being the pet. Wants to be used by you wholeheartedly and let go of control for once.

Pet names, he’ll call you by with the most syrupy voice, “Kitten~”, “Bunny~”, “Baby.”

Has a praise kink! Bruhhh praise this dude in bed it really does it for him. Tell him how good he’s fucking you and how much you love his touch. You can call him a good boy. Because let’s be honest Hawks is a switch. He’ll dom you one day and be a subby baby the next.

Oral king. Hunny he’s eating you out like his life depends on it. He ain’t afraid to try the back door but if he asks you to sit on his face don’t let him repeat himself. SIT

Also into light bondage 🪢😏

Dabi

Spit kink. Sorry I don’t make the rules. This guy just enjoys it. Hooking his finger in your mouth and spitting in it just makes him super hard.

Impact play heheheh he has you across his lap, spanking your cheeks till they’re hot and bruised. Also fingering you while spanking, definitely smacks your pussy too but not too hard.

Orallllll receiving! He loves watching you swallow his cock. Damn the sight is so hot he can cum right there and then. You sucking, pouting and crying with your make up a mess and saliva dripping from your lips makes him feral. Like fuck it!

Degradation! He’s degrading tf out of you. Calling you a slut, a dirty fucking whore. Yes he just enjoys that while he’s pounding you to oblivion spilling words like

“You stupid slut. You love my cock don’t you, love it when I fuck your dirty tiny hole. Imma fuck you stupid, you cock hungry whore.”

Choking. Sorry just watching you gasp and the delirious look in your eyes when he’s slamming into your warm pussy is just the cherry on top of the sundae for him. It can’t be helped that your walls clamp extra tight when you’re on the brink of unconsciousness

Might have a voyeurism kink. Damn will fuck you in public if you’re down. Take you to a back alley and shift your panties to the side and drill you so hard you’ll be screaming his name while you cream on his cock. Seeing people pass by with weird looks towards you two but you don’t care.

Aizawa

Pet playyyyy 😂😂😂 you’re his kitten and that’s final. This guy takes his time to buy all the outfits and stuff to treat his little kitten well. Very spoilt thing.

He’s a mild guy tbh. Doesn’t like things in extremities. Very vanilla but he doesn’t care tbh

However BONDAGE. You begged him to bring the ropes into the bedroom and he reluctantly did so because to him the ropes are meant for bad guys and you told him you were a bad girl and that ended with you bound together while he plugged up your needy hole.

You address him as Sir. Sksksks when he’s domming your ass you don’t address him as anything else.

Oral but mostly giving. He wants you on the table, legs spread while he’s on his knees eating you out like a champion, giving kitten licks to your clit while you grab onto his messy black hair for a grip on reality

Into video taping your sexual adventures. He has his phone in hand while he’s giving it to you from the back and you’re whining, watching your ass clap and bounce on his cock. Zooming the camera on your gushing pussy and his thumb that is rubbing hard on your puffy clit or when you’re riding him and spelling his name with that pussy he’s obsessed with. Definitely watches the videos when he’s free and they’re locked away from anyone.

#anime smut #bnha smut #boku no hero academia #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #hawks smut #hawks hcs #hawks smut hc #dabi x y/n #dabi headcanons #dabi x you #dabi smut #touya x you #touya smut #bnha #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa smut

[xbellaxcarolinax]

A Messy Escapade

Pairing: Steven Grant x f!Reader

Word Count: 1399

Warnings: S m u t. Intense bj. Some dirty talk. Horny-ass reader. Slight dom!Steven but not really. Edging but not really. Language. 18+, please.

Summary: Steven wasn't usually like this. He's ever the patient man, rarely demanding and rarely so...needy. But something about tonight had been different. 

So this is my first smut like EVER. This is not beta read, sorry in advance for any mistakes and tense shifts. No plot LOL And please be easy on me! Let me know what you guys think! Hope ya’ll enjoy :)

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Steven wasn't usually like this. 

He's ever the patient man, rarely demanding and rarely so...needy.

But something about tonight had been different. 

It was his turn to plan a date night and it was only meant to be a nice dinner downtown at a restaurant you'd both never been to but heard so much about. Something about a wide salad variety and wine selection. He couldn't remember anymore, not with the way your mouth was on him, sucking him off with a force that had his knees buckling in the washroom of said restaurant. 

And god, you wore the prettiest black dress. It hugged you in all the right places, accentuating the parts of you that Steven could map out in his mind. The sequins sewn into the fabric twinkled and shined with each bob of your head, the dim lighting casting shadows over your pretty face as you went to work, slurping and lapping at him like a kitten.

Steven peered down at you with hooded eyes, watching how his cock disappeared past the seam of your lips. Spit dribbled down your chin and over your masterful fingers, gripping the base of his cock with the perfect amount of pressure.

It was a messy, messy escapade.

His head fell back against the wall, mouth agape as you swirled your tongue around his head in the way you knew he loved. You were meticulous in your actions, using your hands to stroke him carefully before devouring him again, hungry for the grunts and whimpers that escaped him.

It was his first time doing something naughty like this with you in public. You sucking his dick in the washroom of a fucking restaurant? The whole experience was too much and not enough at the same time. It made him feral, impatient for his release, and so fucking needy.

Before he could think, Steven threaded his fingers into your hair roughly, almost painfully. He was controlling the speed now, forcing you to suck him much faster and much deeper. He watched you choke and sputter on his cock, struggling to catch up with the new pace he’d set. 

Steven wasn't usually so rough with you.

He preferred to hold you as if you were a dainty little thing in his hands, a vase made of Italian glass, far too precious to be handled roughly. But seeing you now, eyes glazed with lust, on your knees, and mouth full of him, well, Steven finally understood.

“You like it this way, don’t you, love,” he muttered, voice grainy as if he’d swallowed gravel, “you like it when I make you choke on my cock.” Your eyes fluttered as you released a moan that sent ripples through him, your hand snaking underneath the hem of your dress to relieve the ache between your legs.

It was absolutely filthy.

He should’ve known you were horny, should’ve known you were aching for him from the moment you eyed him from under your curled lashes, your lips already tinted a shade darker from the red cabernet, your dinner completely forgotten.

“Mm, that’s it, darling,” as his confidence grew so too did the words that tumbled from his mouth, “take as much as of me as you can.”

You complied with Steven’s rapid rhythm, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, your tongue doing its sensual dance around his length, driving him closer to the edge. You moved your hand from between your legs, your wet fingers clawing his black trousers, pushing them farther down past his knees. 

The pressure of Steven’s tip hitting the back of your throat made your eyes wet with unshed tears, causing more sloppier motions and noisier suctions. 

Steven was gone, the pressure building from his toes and up towards his core, his eyes screwing tightly shut and ears catching every single obscene noise that came out of you.

"L-love," he stuttered, "I'm about t-to..." You pulled away instantly, chest heaving and a glistening smile spreading over your swollen red lips.

Steven whined, head drooping forward in defeat.

"You're a cruel mistress, darling," he muttered, his thumb grazing your lower lip, smearing your salvia over your cheek, "such a tease." You hummed, letting your eyes flutter close at his touch. You didn't move, your face still inches away from Steven's hard length, knees pressed deeply in the blue tiled floor, and hands still gripping his trousers.

"The waiter will get suspicious, Steven." You rasped out, yet you hadn't moved  to illustrate your point. You stayed on your knees, head tipped up, glazed eyes looking at Steven as if pleading with him. He searched your gaze, momentarily amazed your eyeliner had stayed in place and your mascara hadn’t streaked down your cheeks. 

“What do you want, sweet girl?” His thumb continued to stroke your cheek, his eyes searching yours, “You want me to roughen you up like Marc and Jake do, yeah?” You bit your lip, a mewl escaping you in response. Again, Steven understood. 

He hesitated for a moment before his fingers curled into your hair, pulling your head back. 

“Open your mouth, please,” his tone was soft but with just enough command for you to obey instantly, “tongue out, love.” Steven wrapped his other hand around the base of his cock, slapping his length gently over your tongue once, then a second time with more force. “Now suck.” 

You wasted no time, once again wrapping your lips around his length and allowing him to move you at the pace he wanted. Steven’s head hit the wall for the second time, his lips parted and his breath uneven. His hand was merciless in guiding your mouth back and forth over his slippery cock.

He’d forgotten about the food and the wine and the damn waiter, his mind only focused on how good your mouth felt and how good you made him feel.

“Oh God,” he whimpered, fingers tightening in your hair, “I-I can’t hold it.” As soon as you moaned in response, Steven groaned, curling forward. He held your head flush against his pelvis as he painted your mouth and throat with his cum. “Take it, love.” He moaned, and you did. Every single drop.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked once he caught his breath, his body relaxing and his fingers massaging your scalp to ease whatever pain he might have inflicted. He caught a glimpse of you licking your lips free of his cum and that was enough for his softening cock to harden again.

“No, baby, I liked it.” You grinned, placing a chaste kiss on his soft member before helping him with his trousers and belt.

Steven grabbed your forearms and helped you up, your legs trembling from your kneeling position but that didn’t stop you from surging forward to kiss him. He could taste himself on your tongue, his bitter flavor mixed with the bitterness of the red wine. Absolutely filthy.

“That was fucking amazing, darling,” he moaned over your lips, moving to pepper kisses up your neck and over your cheeks, “such a good girl.” His hand ran down the length of your arm and down your thigh, pushing your dress up to settle two fingers between your legs. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, “you're soaked, love.” You shivered as he swirled his fingers around your wetness, pulling his hand out to inspect. Your juices clung to his fingers and before he could react you plunged his thick digits into your mouth with a moan.

“We gotta go,” Steven groaned, watching you taste yourself, “we gotta go home now.”

“Now, Steven?” You feigned disappointment, your tongue continuing to lap over his fingers as you pressed you body against his. His cock was hard. “What about dinner?” 

“We’ll take it to go, yeah?” He insisted, pecking your lips. He moved with lightning speed to straighten your pretty dress and smooth down your hair, making sure his girl was decent before going back out in public.

“But—”

“We gotta go, now, love. No, don’t look at me like that, this is all your fault, you little minx.” 

The false pout on your lips shattered and was replaced with a grin you couldn’t hold back. A giggle burst from you when Steven unlocked the bathroom door and pushed you forward with urgency, ignoring the knowing looks from those that were waiting patiently for the washroom.

#moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fandom #moon knight fanfic #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #moon knight smut #steven grant smut #marc spector #marc spector smut #marc spector x reader #moon knight imagine #moon babies #moon boys #moon baby

[headcannonsbutwrittenbyasnake]

Some of My Genshin Impact mains (current and past) but as cat personalities I've seen and lived with

Xiao

The "Unhand me Fool! I Will Paint the wa- Oh hey, This is nice."

Violence is his love language <3

Was probably found in a trash can alone and feral

SMALL, like mistaken as a kitten despite being full grown small, with sleek black fur and yellow eyes. If it wasn't for the small bits of green on the tips of his tail and ears he would blend in with the shadows

Again- feral, but a ride or die once you get his trust

You don't need a guard dog with him around

Actually you don't need anyone around!!!!(he's jealous)

God forbid you're talking on the phone around him

He won't do anything to you, he just stares

If he's asleep around you, and you leave while he's still asleep and he wakes up- he panics

Where are you?? Did you just up and leave? Did he do something bad in his sleep? He just panics until you come back

"Xiao what's the matter? Did something spook you?" "Meow meow!" (You came back! You do still love me!)

Seriously he kinda has attachment issues... if it's just the two of you living together. With the other cats. He's... fine with them, doesn't really trust them at first

Decides Razor and Albedo makes good company

Is on okay terms with Kokomi and Tighnari,

With Wanderer and Al-haitham, it's on sight

They'll play nice if you're around, but one you leave the house, it's go time

After the fight, it doesn't really matters who wins, they just need to make sure you don't find out.

Kokomi and Tighnari fix their fur and make sure the house is in order while the winner sits in the window, waiting for you to come home, and the loser sulks.

Razor

The "I'm Totally a Cat, Trust me!"

A scruffy, medium-sized, light grey cat, not a kitten but also not full grown. Kinda in that awkward cat phase

Probably found by someone's pet dog

Dog just took a look at scruffy little Razor and thought "Alright you're mine," but the dogs owner is, conventional, allergic to cats

So now he's yours :D

Can't really meow. Kinda just squeaks and/or howls

He just doesn't cat

Doesn't like tall places, takes bits of water instead of just dipping his tongue in, likes playing in water and mud, forgets to clean himself constantly, and just all-around is bad at being a cat

Is fine with being alone for a few hours, but he can't sleep alone. He needs so be with you or on you to sleep

Isn't violent or aggressive to humans or other animals in the slightest, but with bugs and mice. Well they don't last long in your house

Loves living with other cats

Even if Xiao at first hissed at him or Wanderer smacked him on the noggin, he just keeps trying to be their friend

It worked with Xiao, jury's still out on Wanderer

Tighnari's teaching him how to be a cat and Kokomi and Albedo are making sure his fur keeps clean and nice looking

Other than that he's just happy to have more friends in the house

Kokomi

The "Tiny and Cute, but Beats the Neighborhood Dogs Daily."

Menace to society

A medium-to-small sized cat with sleek light pink fur, fading into a light powdery blue at her paws, her ears, and the tip of her tail

Could be a show cat if she wasn't so much of a trickster

She isn't mean, just smart. Waaaay too smart

Likes going outside and luring dogs into her traps

Again nothing mean or life threatening, just kinda funny

Like luring them over puddles that are deeper then they look, or taunting them to lunge at her only to watch them face-plant into a glass door or scaring them with their reflection

Doesn't trick you, you're her favorite human!

Not really a snuggle cat, but likes laying on you and having the occasional head scratches

Over all, a pretty good, mostly normal cat

I say mostly because if she sees any water, she wants in it

Sink full of soapy water? She doesn't care, let her swim. A bathtub of warm water? Ah her favorite. A fish tank with no cover? Well the fish are luck she doesn't see them as prey! A whole swimming pool? Sign her up, she's swimming laps!

If you have a cup of water and aren't paying attention, she's going to stick her paws into it. Not to drink, just to swish around

Flat out leads the other cats like an army

Oh? The mice are trying to invade thier land? Alright, Razor go get Xiao and Wanderer

Outside of the mouse turf wars, or other threats to tge house, she doesn't really interact with them much

Wanderer

The "Appears out of Nowhere Just to Watch you Scream, (you Swear he's Laughing.)"

Roughly the same size as Xiao, but less malnourished

Literally just the cat in his story quest (or was it in the Archon quest, I can't remember.)

Was left at a cat shelter and considered un-adoptable, but you said fuck it and took him home

Has little dog syndrome despite being a cat

You swear he teleports

You turn around for one second, then turn back, and he's there

Snickers when you jump, and pouts when you catch him off guard

Be careful when you pet him, he tends to get overwhelmed easily.

And then he bites

Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a mark

After a while though he gets more comfortable with it

The type of cat to sleep on your face

Also very picky about food and what water

Only drinks ice water (spoiled brat)

Has an ongoing rivalry with Xiao

They often see who can catch the most 'invaders' (i.e. the mice, bugs, and other pest)

While he might seem like he hates the other cats, he's the first one to jump into the fray for them

Did once absolutely decimate a dog because it was chasing Kokomi (he didn't know the chase was part of her plan)

Albedo

The "Hey I found this, I want to keep it." And also "What are you doing? Where are you going? What are you eating?"

A medium sized, kinda fluffy, blonde cat with bright blue eyes. Also has a strange marking on his neck, kinda like a scar

Just kinda walks in through a open window one day, and stayed

Nosy real fucking nosy.

A shopping bag- What's in it? Oh you bought a new backpack- let's see if he can fit in it! On the phone? With who?

A leash cat

Please let him explore around, he's so curious

Will bring you LIVE mice- just don't scream or else he will panic and drop it

Will also bring you other things too

Rocks, feathers, bottle caps, a kitten, twigs

Wait a kitten?

Yep, he brought home a little blonde kitten with red eyes. I think you can guess who it is...

He is now her parental unit.

He tries to keep her out of trouble, but it's kinda hard.

Him and Klee have accidentally broken something on multiple occasions

They both sit in the corner ashamed of themselves

Albedo is not really a 'cuddle' cat

Or a 'people' cat (atleast people who aren't you)

If you have guest over, he'll just watch

Not with a mean or angry look, just looking

Him and Tighnari are planing something, you don't know what it is, and it's suspicious

(The plan is just how to wrangle in Wanderer when you're gone)

Al-haitham

The "Please for the love of God don't ask me to do anything other than the bare minimum."

A large, fluffy, grey cat. Has a little spot of green on his chest

Such a pretty cat, but has such an awful attitude

Well that is to anyone but you

Doesn't catch mice or bugs, doesn't do much of anything

He just want to lay in the sun and nap

Gets grumpy if anyone wakes him

Doesn't like Xiao because he tried to get him to do things (Xiao thinks he's a freeloader)

Hides from Razor because he keeps trying to play with him

You know that video of the cat just letting the automatic toy hit them in the face- yeah that Al-haitham

Just wants to do nothing with you

He's laying on your lap whether you like it or not

Don't try to stand up, he'll just dig his nails in

Read to him, he might look like he's napping but he's listening to everything you say

The type of cat to meow if you talk to him

"What do you think? This or that?" "Mreow,"

Shockingly, will use cat beds

Also likes to sleep in clean laundry, that you just folded

The reason you need to now check the dryer before you put wet clothes in

You know those cat who like to lay in the most uncomfortable position? Yeah that's Al-haitham

Tighnari

The "I Have a Schedule and you Will Stick to it!"

A medium sized cat with fluffy dark, nearly black, green fur that has spots of light green around his ears and tail.

He has large ears and a bushy tail, honestly might just be a cat-like fox, but it's hard to tell

You will wake up at 6am on the dot or else

The 'else' is just him screaming at the top of his lungs

Can probably read the clock

He has a routine: Wake up, breakfast, pest hunting, lunch, nap #1, cuddle time, dinner, run around like the devil himself is coming to finally collect your soul, nap #2, stop Xiao and Wanderer from killing each other, more cuddling, make the human get ready for bed, make sure everyone is in bed, then go to bed.

The only reason there is some semblance of order in this house

Like seriously if it wasn't for him, the other would have found a way to burn the house down

Breaks up any fights, stops the others from getting into to much trouble, and making sure Razor keeps his fur clean

Strangly protective of any plants around the house

The only time he'll out right hiss and swip at the others

No Razor! You can't dig around the plant pots, you'll kill them! No, don't eat the leaves!

#genshin alhaitham #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #alhaitham #tighnari #genshin tighnari #xiao #genshin xiao #genshin razor #genshin kokomi #genshin wanderer #genshin cat au #albedo genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader

[prolix-yuy]

In honor of your Bangathon, I spun the wheel 🤣

So we have froggy style with *drum roll* none other than our warm, feral racoon man Dieter Bravo. And we just need that sultry foul mouth.

I'm so excited for all the drabble that are going to come of this.

Lovely Britt! It is the penultimate day of the Bangathon and I've thrown all my rules out the window. Dieter double feature, absolutely obliterating my word count, and I'm having way too much fun with it. Let's get froggy with our raccoon boy!

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Position: Froggy Style

Word Count: 2656 (it's 12:45am, there are no gods, no one can save me)

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, fingering (f receiving), PiV sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk, public sex, sex parties, mentions of fetish play.

Notes: This idea came to me in a dream and I had to write it, word count be damned! Technically I'm spoiling the ending with just the pairing, but I'm sure you would have guessed it instantly either way. Let's go!

“This is a little too Eyes Wide Shut for me,” you tell your friend Ana as she urges you through the front door of a Hollywood mansion. Your voice is muffled by the mask you wear, black lace molded to look like a cat. Only your eyes are visible, held on with a thick ribbon tied behind your head. Ana is sporting a rabbit mask, maybe a little on the nose for the occasion but you could appreciate the honesty. 

“Then why did you accept my invitation?” she asks, all smug grace and poise in the skimpy red dress she matched to her disguise. You’re more akin to a kitten, steps uncertain and timid as you take in the room and all its inhabitants. 

It had been too tempting, one of Ana’s fellow actors inviting her out to a “masquerade.” When she saw your eyes widen, heat rising in your cheeks, she made a phone call and extended your own invitation. It would have been rude to deny. But now, co-mingling with people who would never know you in the outside world, it all feels like a bad idea.  

Men and women alike are masked, some more on display than others. One fox woman is in barely-there lingerie, a falcon man in low-slung gray sweatpants and nothing else. Your skin tingles in anticipation, the long black dress hugging your form a comfort against the tickle of eyes. 

“If you get cold feet, just leave before the selection,” Ana says, stepping away from you to grab a couple glasses of champagne. You’re about to question how you’ll drink it when you see golden straws circling the lip.

“They thought of everything,” you murmur, eliciting a chuckle from her. 

“Anything catch your eye?” she says salaciously, and you bat her away before surveying the room. Many wolves and lions, a few birds of prey, some dog masks that look suspiciously close to fetish gear. Bodies of all types, but nothing that stood out enough to make you salivate.

“We’ll see,” you say as a chime sounds and the crowd moves deeper into the house. Ana walks next to you, head turning to take in the potentials. You keep yours tilted up, admiring the fresco on the ceiling and trying to ground yourself.

“It’s a pretty good replica, but the real thing is better,” says a deep male voice next to your shoulder. 

“The blue is really vibrant,” you reply, “Looks like they followed traditional techniques.” 

“Only the best for our esteemed hosts,” he muses, making a smile come to your hidden lips.

“Not a fan?” you tease, an entryway coming into view.

“I would never say an unkind word about those that invite me in their home,” the man says with faux adoration, “but yes, they're extremely tacky and most of their art is fake.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you laugh, turning to see who’s speaking but no one is directly behind you anymore. He must have melted into the crowd. You’re about to ask Ana if she saw him when you come to a bottleneck, two darkly dressed attendants speaking to each guest.

“Are you open to being chosen tonight?” the bright-eyed woman to your right says, holding out a red string bracelet. You swallow hard.

“Yes.”

She affixes the string around your wrist, letting you enter the open courtyard. Silver stars twinkle in the indigo sky, braziers lit around the room offering warmth and golden light. A group of guests, mostly male-presenting, gather in the middle of the courtyard. Around the peripheries, mixed company lounge on crisp white couches in various poses of seduction. You settle on one, letting Ana wander away. 

Once guests stopped filing in, another chime sounds and the group begins thinning out. Some remain, nodding to companions or conversing. The majority wander the perimeter, extending hands or sitting beside their choices. 

Anxiety wells in your throat. What was someone supposed to choose you for? You’re among the Hollywood twelves, smuggled in by your connections. What would they want with your cheap dress and cheaper tastes? What could they judge from a glance?

Suddenly, there’s a hand extended before you. 

“Would you care to be chosen, gatita?”

The voice is familiar, the same man from before. Putting visuals to him is more powerful than you thought. He’s in silk pajamas, white and tan with beautiful renditions of bare-branched trees poking up from red and green brush. You even spy some hunting dogs pointing at invisible prey. Covering his face is a brass-colored raccoon mask, tied with red ribbon. His eyes are dark pools behind it, a halo of wild chocolate curls framing the edges. As much as you want to laugh at the raccoon mask, something about it on this man curls excitement in your stomach. It reminds you less of cute animal videos you send to your friends, more of glittering eyes in the dead of night, and the fear of a vicious bite. 

You extend your hand, and his palm is soft and large under yours. “Can it be…private?” you ask, already glimpsing the bold undressing of some guests, others watching on. 

“As the lady wishes,” he concedes, leading you away from the crowd. As you ascend a set of stairs, you converse again.

“Why do the hosts have so much fake artwork?” 

He snorts, keeping your hand in his.

“Because it’s expected. Big house has to be full of priceless art. But you can’t have priceless art in every house, so you compromise. Say it’s on loan, from a museum, from a friend. A grand lie they all pretend to believe.”

“And what’s in your house?” you ask, reaching the top of the stairs. He pauses, eyes roaming you appreciatively. 

“Knew I picked a clever one,” he says, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. “Only originals. My own.” He leads you around a catwalk and down a hall with several doors.

“So you’re an artist?” you ask, stroking your thumb along his. It makes him squeeze your hand back. 

“Among other things,” he murmurs before stopping in front of a door with a tag hanging off the handle. Pocketing it, he enters the bedroom, locking the door behind you. 

It’s too lavish, an abundance of velvet and ruffles that makes you smirk at the raccoon’s earlier comments. He steps in and stands at the foot of the bed, waiting for you to follow. The bravery you’d mustered earlier evaporates when the door shuts, and now you hover by the edge of the bed.

“Gatita, if this isn’t what you want, I’ll leave. It’s only fun if we’re both having it.” You take in a deep breath and shake your head, stepping closer. His hands come up to smooth over your arms, moving to cup the back of your neck. Tugging you into his broad chest, his fingers find your zip and pull it ever so slightly.

“Would you like to know what I want to do to you?” he breathes in your ear, and you manage a weak yes before he starts unzipping your dress tooth by tooth.

“I’m going to remove this dress, and tease your nipples through your bra before taking it off - one handed, of course. Then I’ll lay you back and pleasure your pretty pussy with my fingers until you’re begging for my cock. Once you’re ready to explode I’ll join you in the bed and put you on all fours so I can hit deep and hard inside you. Make you cum on my dick once, then do it again. Maybe even get you to squirt if you’ve never done that. After all that, if you’re very good for me, I’ll keep making you cum all night. How does that sound?”

Could you actually orgasm from his voice alone? You sincerely worry you will as your dress slips to the floor, leaving you in your prettiest lingerie pressed against his intoxicating silks. 

“What about the masks?” you manage to get out, the stiff covering starting to itch against your overheated face.

“Let’s leave them on for now. The mystery is half the fun,” he says, hands sliding up to cup your breasts and thumb lightly at your peaked nipples. You gasp, letting your head roll back. 

“Oh, gatita, I’ll make you feel so good tonight.”

True to his word, the raccoon touches and teases you within an inch of your sanity, talented fingers caressing every erogenous zone until you’re aching and shaking with need. You swear if he even circles your clit once you’ll cum so hard you’ll need an ambulance. Want and desire burns hot in your veins, hands searching for his skin and only getting small touches. The caress of your fingers along the open expanse of his chest. Fingers entwining as he presses you down into the mattress. The skin across his lower back. He keeps just far enough away to tease, but always close enough to work you to dizzying heights. 

“Please,” you whimper after the umpteenth time he’s worked you up and stopped before you could crest. Tilting his head, he leaves another featherlight touch over your clit.

“Ask me for it,” he gruffs out, voice even deeper with desire. “Ask me to fuck you. Ask me to be inside you.” 

The words tumble out of your lips. “Please fuck me, please, any way you want. I need to feel you inside me, need to cum around you. You’ll feel so good, I’ll make you feel so good…” You could beg for hours more but he’s turning you over and moving you up the bed, settling on his knees behind you. Tugging your hips, he lifts you to crouch, hands on the bed and feet planted under bent knees. The position is new to you, but the control you feel like this, hearing the condom wrapper rip and the pops of the last few buttons on his shirt, is thick in your veins.

“Tilt your hips,” he orders, and you arch your back to offer your needy cunt to him. He stretched you well on his fingers, but just the snug fit of his head pressing inside you widens your eyes.

“Fuck, you’re big,” you gasp, earning a soothing stroke over your hips.

“Sure know how to make my cock even harder, gatita. Say it again.”

You whine through your teeth as he sinks further in, stroking two fingers over your clit.

‘“Fuck, you’re so big, my pussy’s full of you, I don’t know how it’s gonna fit inside me but fuck, I want it.” The end rushes out as he shallowly fucks into you, letting you adjust to his girth.

“Oh gatita, don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” he promises, rolling his hips even deeper. Your arms shake with the effort of holding yourself up, mask hot and sticky with sweat as you pant into the fabric. You want nothing more than to rip it off and let him devour you, whoever he may be. 

Finally, he’s fully seated and you’re delirious with how stuffed you are. One slow stroke out makes you grip the sheets, waiting for him to fill you again.

He's not making you wait any longer. The pace is firm, steady to start, working you around his cock and soaking him with your arousal. Your calves begin to burn but you pay no mind, instead using the leverage to push back against him. He groans at this, helping guide your hips with his hot touch.

“Fuck, your pussy is goddamn divine, squeezing me so tight. I’m gonna make you cum around me and then I’ll give you what you deserve.” Your head spins as he speeds up, every thrust angled right into your g-spot with mind-blowing accuracy. Gathering slick from your dripping cunt, he circles your clit steadily as you clamp down on him, the precipice of your orgasm right at your fingertips.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming,” you squeak before your knees give out, arms buckling as you tumble into the pillows with every nerve ending singing his praises. He’s firm behind you, murmuring how good of a girl you are, how good you’re cumming on him, how hard he has to try not to cum yet. The praise melts you down into barely perceiving a world outside the pleasures of your body.

Once the aftershocks subside, your cunt even tighter around his throbbing cock, the man speaks.

“That was so good, gatita. Now hold on.” At that he begins well and truly fucking you, deep and fast with snarls dripped onto your skin. You half expect to feel a bite, but only his fingers dig in to your thighs to keep you pressed tight against him. You let him use your pussy, content just to feel him pulse inside, when his fingers return to your clit.

“Did you think I was done with this?” he pants, teasing the sensitive bud from overstimulation back to drenching pleasure as he coaxes another orgasm to the surface. “Together this time, on five, four, three…”

You can’t believe this man is going to orchestrate your orgasm, but just as he’s nearing one you feel the telltale tingle erupt into molten fire filling your lungs with a wild shout. He’s shouting too, buried in your cunt and shuddering. It takes long minutes for you both to catch your breaths, white spots dancing around the edge of your vision. Finally he eases out, tugging your knees back to lay you down. You welcome the change, body relaxing as you hear him throw out the condom and return with tissues.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” you say, still a little loopy from all the endorphins flooding your brain. The raccoon man chuckles as you turn and sit up, admiring him standing in those designer pajamas, bottoms pulled up but top still open. Your mind wanders to kissing every inch of his chest, sucking a hickey into his collarbone. A small fear in your chest, unknown even to you, falls away.

“I’d like to take the mask off,” you say, looking up at the raccoon man. His hands falter, coming to his waist and tapping nervously. 

“Are you sure?” he asks, trepidation in his voice. You nod.

“It’s okay, I’m a nobody,” you say, hands on the ribbon behind your head.

“I’m not,” he says quietly, stilling your motions. He’s turning away from you, tense and anxious. You know the feeling.

“You don’t have to. I won’t ask you to. But I'm okay with you knowing me.” You tug at the ribbons and let the cat mask fall away. You skin can finally breathe, making you sigh in relief. The raccoon’s eyes snap to you, and all the hard lines of his body soften.

“You’re...more beautiful than I hoped,” he says, awe in his voice. It makes your skin heat up again, a shy smile fighting on your face. It was kind of sweet, the idea that this stranger would know you for only this night, and that it could be your secret. Even your face would be his and his alone. 

Then his hands lift to the back of his head, and the racoon mask comes away in his palms. 

A blink. Then two. Then shock paints your face. 

Did Dieter fucking Bravo just ruin your pussy?

But he’s kneeling on the bed and kissing you breathless, tearing the rest of his clothes off, and you remember the night’s still very young. 

Maybe you could share a few more secrets.

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

#dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x female reader #the bubble fanfiction #the bubble fic #prolix fics

[wembleygoodboy]

Wembley, may I ask where you got your name? Were you named after the puppet?

itis actuolly kindof a Lomg Storey, so iwill let dadmom tellit! 😊👍 (it also doubols as My Orogin Storey!)

[story time! this is gonna be a long one, so strap in, ahaha

so, i went to college for music (education and performance; flute performance, specifically. i can wipe my ass w that degree now tho lol), so i was in a couple different ensembles at any given time. in 2013, we were playing a multi-movement piece called "3 Ayres from Gloucester" by Hugh Stuart. the 3rd movement is called "The Fiefs of Wembley." you can listen to a performance of it here. wembley is apparently a location within london. think "wembley stadium!"

i always joked with my fellow flutist friend (we'll call her M) who i shared a stand with that Wembley sounded like the name of a mischievous cat. "wembley get off the counter!!!" "UGH NO why always on the carpet, wembley?!" etc. it helped that the tune itself totally sounds like the theme song of a somewhat skittish yet naughty little cat, parading around causing chaos until he's spotted, then darting away.

on october 3rd, 2013, i came into rehearsal and find M looking pretty distraught. i ask whats up, and shes like "i think i saw a kitten in the middle of the club lawn, it was just laying there, maybe its hurt, idk what to do!" im like okay lets check it out together, and our conductor (huge sweetheart) gives us the okay to go investigate.

sure enough, theres a tiny black blob just laying there in the middle of the lawn; not hidden away in the bushes where a mama cat wouldve left him. as we approached, the blob got up and awkwardly darted away towards the lil decorative pine shrubs dividing the lawn from a small parking lot. we followed it, and there he was: a small black kitten, crouched in terror, hiding in the shelter of the shrubbery.

i dont remember when exactly it happened, but it suddenly dawned on me. i turned to my friend. "M... its WEMBLEY..."

we tried to coax him out to no avail- not even food would persuade him, and he looked very thin- and he was a bit too close to the road for our comfort, so i asked my roommate to keep an eye on the lil guy while M and i went back to rehearsal. after it ended, we recruited a small gaggle of band geeks to capture the kitten. it was the bassoon player who finally caught him, plucking him out of a miniature shrub he'd tried to climb.

i swaddled wembley up in a black bandana i kept in my back pocket (for the Fashion™️), hopped into my roommate's car with my stuff, and headed back with my roommate to our little on-campus apartment. as i stood in the living room, waiting for him to bring our stuff from the car, wembley began to purr in my arms :,)

(to be fair, cats may purr to self-soothe when theyre stressed; its not exclusively an indicator of pleasure. but. Still, lol.)

turns out lil wembley was only a month old: just old enough for solid food, thankfully, but much younger than the age at which kittens are generally separated from their mothers for adoption, which generally occurs after 3 months. he also had a sprained leg, which made walking very difficult and painful for him. the leg was likely the reason he was abandoned by his feral mother, as if he couldnt keep up, she couldnt afford to stop for him when she likely had a whole litter to care for. understandable, but her loss was my (and wembley's!) gain. 💚

i had to tame him, as he was feral, and EXTREMELY fearful of humans, but i spent hours that night sitting on the opposite side of the bathroom, slowly earning his trust until, little by little, i was able to scoot close enough to him to pet him. he'd obviously never been petted before; the look on his little face was pure magic. he completely opened up to me after that moment.

i totally had myself fooled, thinking id find a home for him once his leg was all healed up (my vet major pal showed me how to make him a splint), but... then he started sleeping with me and... well..... yeah. nope. he was my son, and i was his dadmom.

and i always will be. 💚

BONUS PICTURES:

the first picture i ever took of Wembley (thats the bottom of a red solo cup i sewed fabric around so he could drink water from it without risking him getting cut on the plastic):

baby's first petting 💚:

he relaxed a lot after discovering the joy of Petting :)

settling down for his first night with us, too sleepy for this world 💚:

days later, with his lil foot in a splint, sitting in his temporary makeshift litterbox. the Poopie Prince!

...TL;DR, its the name of a part of london, and i chose it because of an instrumental piece of music. coulda just said that, i suppose, but I'll ALWAYS jump at the chance to tell wembley's Origin Story and share baby pics, ahaha 💚

-dadmom]

#wembley #black cat #cats #kitten #cat twitter #twitter cats #cats of tumblr #picture #origin story #asks #long post

[dellalyra]

Family Formation - Primal

Summary: 225.

CW: !!spoilers!!leaks!!225!! DO NOT READ IF U DO NOT WANT SPOILERS, vomit, panic, shock, tears, canon violence, blood, angst.

A/N: I’m sorry.

I’m really sorry.

Silence. Is it silent? Or is it deafening? You don’t know – all you know is the ringing in your ears.

Your bones seem to vanish from within you as all remaining strength leaves your body and you barely even feel your body make contact with the tiles beneath you. There’s just the ringing.

Green. Everywhere. As your knees hit the ground an explosion of powerful cursed energy ripples through the room. Walls crack from the roots exploding through them. The windows shatter at the piercing thorny vines that emanate from your body. Your cursed energy so strong your body couldn’t hold it – because you weren’t there. Every plant within a kilometre dies. Claws and fangs erupt from hands and teeth.

Ancient techniques seeping from your bones. No longer in control.

Primal. Fucking. Fear.

Satoru. Satoru.

It’s not like you notice any of this. You’re not controlling it.

There is no control.

You don’t even register that you’re vomiting. Or that you’re sobbing.

Or that you’re screaming.

Fight or flight.

Your body chose fight.

Fight to Satoru fight to satoru fight to Satoru fight to

You begin to move your body in the direction of the door. If you can just move fast enough you can get there, you get get to him, you can save him.

He needs you he needs you he needs you he needs you they need you.

Why can’t you move? Why won’t your arms move? Why are you trapped?

Let me go let me go met me go let me go let me go

You’re screaming and kicking and clawing to against your restraints but they are steadfast.

There’s no sounds but ringing, no instinct but that to run to him. Your vision is blurred. There’s only one word in your mind.

Satoru.

Shoko doesn’t scream. But this time, she does. She sees the screen, the domains, the curse and the man – her best friend. She sees everything.

She sees the pale skin.

She sees the slash.

She screams. She hears voices screaming. She sees you. A pile of skin and vomit. She rushes to you, face wet and stomach churning but she needs to get to you.

After all, her best friend has just watched her husband’s neck be slashed.

Then you’re moving, your body darts away. You’re trying to get to him.

Y/N. Distress. If she can’t handle things her first instinct is to call for Gojo. Or Geto. Even Nanami.

Remembers a day in high school you fought the higher ups – she called Gojo.

A day when your anxiety felt like you’d cripple – Geto.

Nightmares of losing Satoru to Toji – Nanami.

Nightmares of losing everyone – her.

But she can’t. Because two of them are dead, oh my god, is it three?

No – she won’t lose you too. She grasps your arms but she can’t hold you. You’re thrashing and screaming and then she doesn’t feel it anymore. A stronger body catches you to engulf (restrain).

She’s seen him come back from the dead before. Another slash in the necks. You’d seen it too. Death and then alive.

He became a god that day.

Her logical doctor brain says he’s not dead he has done this before.

That doesn’t make it easier to watch.

He’s not dead, and she knows it.

“Y/N. He’s not dead. He can use Reverse CT. Y/N, listen, he’s not dead.”

She doesn’t think you can hear her.

This – you, right now – this is primal fear.

Your body is still screaming, still clawing – more viciously now that there’s more strength behind your hold. You're clawing at black robes, the body so much larger and taller than you that you’re a kitten trying to break a brick wall.

You’re feral in your panic.

Strong arms hold you to the body. The face of the body’s owner stony in its attempt at composure.

Choso.

She locks eyes with him, he nods to her. Tears in his own eyes.

He knows. If you run to him, you’ll die. You’re family to him now. You have cared for his younger brother. He barely knows Gojo Satoru. He has only known you two weeks. But he knows he must protect you. You are Yuuji’s family – so you are his.

Somehow, Gojo had known to trust him. Before he had left for Sukuna – he had turned to him.

“Keep her safe.” He had said to him.

As he left, he saw your exchange with your husband.

He had lifted you, legs wrapped around his waist, arms arms your hips. Choso had thought it was quite funny how tiny you were compared to Satoru – disparity evident as he saw you in his arms.

You were smiling as you threaded your hands through your husbands hair as you both giggled into a passionate kiss.

Shoko had rolled her eyes at this – “You two have been together for 12 years, 3 kids and married for 5 – why the fuck do you still act 17?” Choso detected no malice in the doctor’s words, however. Friendship? He thinks that it.

“Go get our boy back, ‘toru.” You say to him, as he ever so gently sets you on the ground. You’re still smiling like you’re looking at the best thing in the world. Was that love? Choso wondered. True, real, unapologetic love – he saw the same thing reflected in Gojo’s face. You two were the only people in the universe that moment. He thinks that is true love. That was how Yuuji and the dark haired boy, Megumi, had looked at each other too. Choso thinks the world needs more of that.

“As you wish. See you in a minute, Princess.” Gojo presses one more kiss to your lips and walks away with a wink.

See you in a minute.

Bring our boy back.

There was no question of whether or not he’d come back. It wasn’t even a consideration that he would lose.

He guesses that is what made this current moment worse.

Still holding his body and arms taut as a prison to keep you from collapsing or escaping to run to your husband and son – he looks for Yuuji.

He has also tried to leave – held back by Okkotsu and Inumaki, Higuruma and Ino. They can barely restrain him. Yuuji notices you – screeching like a banshee and fighting against Choso like a caged wild animal.

He just saw the curse that lived in his body, now in the body of his true love, slash the neck of his sensei. He wasn’t dead. Gojo-sensei was not dead. He wasn’t, Yuuji refused to believe it.

Megumi. Please come back to me, to her, to us.

Gojo Satoru was not dead.

He wasn’t fucking dead.

He thinks of you. Your son. Your husband. He couldn’t promise you he wasn’t dead. He couldn’t make that vow.

He rushes to you.

Shoko is there too, staring between you and the screen – he thinks she’s in shock.

You vomit again.

He wraps his arms around you as you continue to throw up. Your screaming has stopped with the vomiting and your body falls weak from exertion and shock. Your eyes are blank. You’re staring at the door now, being held in Choso’s arms and Yuuji wrapped around you.

Blank eyes, staring at the door. Waiting for someone to let you free so you can go to him. You need to fight. For him.

He needs you he needs you he needs you he needs you.

You’re muttering. He thinks it’s mindless but when he listens closely, it’s just one word. Over and over and over again. You screamed so hard your throat is raw and there is blood leaking from the corner of your mouth – scratches all over your body from thrashing.

One word.

Again. And again.

“Satoru.”

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #anime #jjk manga #jjk manga spoilers #jjk manga leaks #jjk leaks #jjk spoilers #gojo angst

[defilerwyrm]

Jimmy has reverted to his kitten-era Big King Cuddler ways as a senior. He’s extremely affectionate. He’s also a bit of a bastard man still. I used to tell people I had two and a half cats. “How do you have half a cat?!” they’d invariably ask. One of them’s half demon, I’d say. He’s mellowed out a lot in his old age (he’s 12)…except when it comes to his arch-nemesis Tigger, and dogs. He is afraid of dogs, but he’s also an ex-feral and can be mean as a rattlesnake when he feels threatened, and his partial Siamese heritage means he’s got a voice like a foghorn…so while he’s afraid of dogs, the dogs are all terrified of him.

Enter Becca. She’s the latest trainee. She’s new. November, one of our kittens, loves Becca, and Becca really liked Novi too. However, Becca got it into her head that it would be smart and fun to chase Novi’s bonded sister Fang around. Not like “haha come on let’s play” chase, but head-down, “I’m going to hurt you” chase. My mom and I verbally corrected Becca when we caught her doing this shit, but almost before we were done doing so, a black blur FLEW at Becca’s face like a flying lemur out of the Gates of Hell itself, and Becca learned the hard way that, friend or not, you DO NOT fuck with November’s sister. Becca steers clear of Fang now.

That was I think two or three nights ago. So with that background in place, tonight Becca decided that it would be smart and fun to fuck with Jimmy the same way. He SWIFTLY explained to her how mistaken she was, both with his foghorn howls of “You are about to meet your fucking doom” warning and the claws he keeps on a hair trigger. The other dogs looked on and looked away as if to say, “Not my business.” Becca once again retreated.

But Jimmy, feeling the pulse of his infernal roots, decided to go one step further.

He sat down in front of the crate that her food bowl was in so that she'd have to get past him to eat, and by that point she was already much too scared of him to try it.

Guess he’s still got a li’l demon in him after all.

#jimmy the foster monster #cats #kitties #kitty #black cats #rescue animals #dogs and cats #cats of tumblr #funny cats #pets #animals #meatspace

[muertawrites]

*leans in close but not too close to make you uncomfortable and whispers* Eddie letting reader wear his battle vest during sex

Everyone always writes for the Hellfire shirt which like yea 10/10 babes but everyone is missing the most important article of clothing for a metal head such as our dear Eddie. Bonus points for perv!Eddie letting you try it on for funsies then things get WAY more fun from there

Warnings: my daddy kink continuing to rule my existence, tipsy reader, soft dom!eddie, light bondage, oral (m receiving), heavy praise, mechanic!eddie, eddie in a crop top, perv!eddie my precious babe

this is

this is depraved y'all i'll see y'all in hell ✌🏻

18+ minors here's my library card go check something out from the kids' section

Maybe you've had too much wine. But they shouldn't make it four percent alcohol by volume and so cheap and sweet and expect you not to drink the whole bottle. Either way, you've stripped down to nothing but a pair of lacy black panties, sprawled out on the bed waiting for Eddie to come home from his Saturday shift at the garage.

His battle vest is draped over your shoulders, hanging loose and only just covering your breasts. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you're tempted to pull out your dildo and give yourself a good fucking. You're way too hot, and way too drunk to keep your hands to yourself.

Just how Eddie likes you.

When you hear his van roll into the driveway, you spread yourself out, trying to look as much like one of the centerfolds in his porno mags as possible. Your heart does a little jolt when you hear his work boots stomping into the apartment, his keys clattering onto the counter.

"Queenie, I'm home!" he calls.

"In the bedroom, baby!"

Your voice is sultry. It immediately piques Eddie's interest, luring him back to you.

He stops dead in his tracks when he lays eyes on you. For his part, you can't get enough of your view, either.

He's changed out of his coveralls, but he's still covered in a day of grime. The cropped Megadeath tank top he wore to work gives a delicious view of his midriff, his shoulders looking extra broad, his boxers poking out from the waistband of his jeans.

For a moment, all you do is ogle each other. The tip of your finger finds its way into your mouth and you giggle, the seductive action making Eddie's cock twitch.

"Hi, daddy," you lilt.

He immediately tears his shirt over his head, making quick work of his jeans in its wake. You laugh as he leaps onto the mattress, causing you to bounce and fall into his arms.

"You're a fuckin' temptress, y'know that?" he pants. His lips latch onto yours, licking into your mouth in a sloppy, needy kiss. You bite down on his lip, causing him to breathe out a beautiful little moan.

"I haven't been bad, though," you coo, grinning impishly up at him. "I just missed you all day, daddy. I couldn't wait for you to come play..."

"Oh, you're fuckin' in for it, kitten," Eddie growls. His eyes have glazed over, hungry and feral. "Be a good girl for daddy and get your handcuffs."

You nod, giving his lips a playful lick as you hop off the mattress, retrieving his favorite toy from the wall beside the door. After handing them to him, you dutifully turn around, placing your hands behind your back so he can restrain you; as he does, you reach back and palm at his cock through his boxers, causing him to groan and bite at your neck.

"You wanna take daddy's cock in your mouth?" he asks, exhaling the words with a nibble on your earlobe.

You nod, and he gently lowers you to your knees, traipsing around you to pull the o ring gag from the top of your the dresser. You obediently open your mouth, allowing him to fix the gag between your teeth. His hands are careful, tender, paying close attention to make sure the strap isn't bound too tight and the ring isn't cutting in to your lips or palate. He bends down to kiss your forehead before pulling his cock out of his boxers.

"Did you treat yourself to some wine today?" he wonders, asking the question as casually as if you were seated around the kitchen table at dinner.

You nod, humming as he pushes his cock into your mouth.

"You get so naughty when you drink wine," he muses. He lets out a soft groan as he slowly starts to thrust between your lips, hand placed behind your head to guide you. "And you look so pretty in daddy's vest. Just begging for me to fuck you."

You flatten your tongue along his shaft, causing him to gasp out a moan of pleasured surprise and grip fiercely at your scalp. You look up at him through your lashes, unable to smirk but saying all you need in the eye contact you make with him. He pushes in deeper, the head of his cock kissing the back of your throat.

"That's my good girl," he praises. "Knowing just what daddy likes... I think you deserve- ah, fuck! ... ah, shit, baby, I think you deserve a little fun of your own."

Eddie slides from between your lips, smirking devilishly as he disappears behind you and shuffles about in the drawer of your nightstand. He returns a moment later with your remote controlled vibrator, kneeling down in front of you and kissing your cheek.

"I'm gonna make you cum, too," he promises.

He gently tugs down the waistband of your panties, slipping his index and ring fingers along the length of your petals.

"Ooh, yeah."

He grins when he feels you soaked, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.

"Nice and wet for daddy," he states, pleased. "I won't even need to use lube."

He gently spreads you open, slipping the shaft of the insertable vibrator inside you so the stimulating head rests firmly against your clit. He then taps the power button, sparking it on to the lowest setting and sending a shock wave through your legs. Your eyes flutter a bit, lost in the sweet sensation. He smiles, kissing the tip of your nose before standing again, guiding his cock back into your mouth.

"You know exactly what you do to me, don't you pretty girl?" Eddie says as he resumes his slow, teasing pace, running his shaft languidly over your tongue. "Know just how bad daddy craves you on his dick. And look at you... mmm, fuck, sweetheart, you're taking me so well... I think you can handle more."

He hits the switch on the remote, turning the vibrator speed up a level. You whimper, and his fingers knot into your hair as he increases his speed in turn, starting to properly fuck into your mouth.

"Yeah, baby, you feel so good," he groans, head falling back as he gives in to the pleasure. "Fuuuuuuck yeah, take my cock... take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours... that's daddy's good girl..."

You close your eyes, allowing yourself to feel nothing but the hum of the vibrator and the head of his cock brushing the base of your throat. You press your thighs together, increasing the pressure on your clit.

"You want it harder?" Eddie asks, picking up on the movement. He doesn't even wait for you to answer - as soon as the words escape him, the vibrator kicks up to its highest setting, his hips snapping into a ruthless pace.

"Gonna... make you... cum... so... hnng, fuck!... sofuckinhard, princess... ah, shit... shit shit baby, fuckin' heck..."

He's panting, forcing your head down onto his cock as he grinds up into your mouth, letting himself go with abandon. You roll your hips into the vibrator, all the while sucking in your cheeks to grip him tighter, milking him for all he's worth. He lets out a little mewling cry, the sound so adorably pathetic that you wish you could see his face. You imagine his eyebrows knit together the way they do when he's close, concentrating all his energy on reaching his orgasm.

" 'M not gonna go until you do, kitten," he tells you, huffing the words in breathless moans. "Come on, cum first... be a good girl and... oh, fuck, baby, yeah, just like that... be a good girl and cum for daddy..."

His words are all it takes. With a final roll of your hips, you're whimpering and whining around his cock as you cum on the vibrator, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he breaches your throat and fucks you right through your orgasm. He goes so deep that you gag, the sound and the sensation only spurring him on.

"Good girl," he growls through clenched teeth. "So fucking good... daddy loves his little... hnng shit, his little... cum slut... so fuckin'... pretty for me, baby..."

It isn't long before Eddie bursts, releasing into your mouth with an unhinged howl and a forceful tug on your hair, pushing you down as far as you'll go. You suck around his shaft, legs shaking from overstimulation as the vibrator continues to buzz, swallowing his cum as it pours into your throat. He pulls out before he totally finishes, slipping from between your open lips to stroke himself, still connected by a string of saliva made milky with his semen. He cums onto your chest, watching hazily as the pearls of his seed drip between the curves of your breasts, framed by the familiar denim of his vest.

Once he's given all he can, he makes quick work of turning off the vibrator and removing the gag, placing a gentle kiss to your lips as he slides the toy from its place between your folds. He then uncuffs your restraints, rubbing tenderly at the red marks they left in your skin where you pushed against them. He lifts you into his arms (you always forget how strong he is, handling your not insignificant frame as if you weigh nothing), carrying you to bed and cradling you in his lap as he lights a pre-roll from the case on his nightstand and reaches for his lotion. He takes little puffs from the joint as he caresses the cream into your wrists, kissing your forehead between inhales.

"How was work?" you ask, voice hoarse from the strain on your throat.

Eddie chuckles, running his free hand lovingly through your hair.

"Good," he replies. "Finally finished the '57 Ford we were working on."

"Didn't you say that client was a total dick?"

"Yeah but he pays well. Not like the daddy's money pricks we sometimes work with."

You nestle into the crook of his neck, shutting your eyes and fading into the calm of post-orgasm bliss. Eddie stubs out the joint, curling his arms around you and hugging you close.

"... I still have your cum on me," you realize after a moment.

He laughs, leaning down to see for himself. Sure enough, his cum is there, pressed stickily between your gorgeous cleavage.

"Keep it for tonight," he teases, only half joking. "Looks good with my vest on you."

"You're disgusting."

He bites into your neck, soothing the little nip with a messy kiss, tongue pressed flat to your skin.

"Still love me though, dontcha?"

You giggle, raising your head to press your lips to his.

"Endlessly, Edward. Endlessly."

#eddie munson #eddie asks #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #perv!eddie #eddie munson x reader smut #mechanic!eddie munson #mechanic!eddie #soft dom!eddie munson #this was so much y'all I need a shower

[amber-tortoiseshell]

i love your blog, it’s bringing me back to my days reading cat encyclopedias as a kid. My very handsome boy is a black self (clearly!) but what’s the reason for the random white hairs? And perhaps more importantly…why are they longer than the rest of his fur? He was a feral kitten, we don’t know anything about his parents or siblings.

Having scattered white hairs is fairly normal among black cats, especially randombreds. I don't know what's the mechanism behind it, probably random somatic mutations in the cells. (These happen all the time in every cell, most of them just aren't visible.)

I'll admit i don't know what's the reason behind the length difference. But, you know, part of the karpati coloration is a significant amount of white hairs scattered into the fur, and those white hairs can seem longer too:

Aurora Karpatsky

So maybe the length is directly related to the lack of pigmentation.

#ask and answer #black #black karpati

[droewyn]

I DID AN OOPSIE

Okay, so context is important here.

This is Spriggan.

This is Spriggan’s not-so-smol son, Captain Toebeans T. McGillicuddy Wildboi I.

Yes, their names are immaculate.  Yes, Cap has thumbs.  Also yes, if you look into one ear, you can see clear through to the other side.

Spriggan was a roughly one-year-old adult feral cat when we trapped her in our backyard on Halloween night, 2019.  We’d caught Cap about a week prior, and he was about 16 weeks old.

Cap assimilated pretty well for a kitten who was too old to be adoptable.  He loves my husband, his mother, and Alisaie beyond life.  He likes me okay.  He’s terrified of my father-in-law.  Very few other humans have ever seen him.

Alisaie isn’t relevant to this story, but here she is anyway.  You know that meme that was going around that was like “which cat is the bby and which is the criminal”?  Yeah, we got one who can do both.

So, socializing an adult feral cat is hard.  I’m not going to go into it here, because I have this handy link where I did go into it.  It includes more pictures, and also the most important video in human history.

https://www.tumblr.com/droewyn/710812951143219200/you-guys-you-guys-you-guys-you-guys-you-guys-my

The big takeaway that you need to know is that while Spriggan is part of the family, and likes being part of the family as far as we can tell, she Cannot Be Petted.  Also, that our cats look Very Similar In The Dark, particularly Cap and Spriggs.  He’s enormous but she’s very floofy, and they both can look solid black if they’re curled up or viewed from the wrong angle.

Here’s the oopsie.

It’s 1AM.  I need to use the bathroom.  I must pass through the living room to get to the bathroom, and Cap is on the loveseat.  I pet him and rub his ears.

I go to the bathroom.  I’m in there for like two minutes, max.

I come back out, and reach down to pet Cap again.

IT IS NOT CAPTAIN.

The good news is, I still have all my fingers and all my blood.  Spriggan didn’t even hiss; she just teleported across the room and GLARED at me.

She’s still glaring at me today.  I am In Trouble.

But this time last year she would have shredded my hand so yay progress.

The Inky Kitty Committee having a rare meeting, feat. the baby looking spooky af.

#original content #cats #spriggan #captain toebeans t mcgillicuddy wildboi i #alisaie #personal stuff #feeling cute might blaze this later

[morkofday]

cont. from this post x for @stormyoceans ♥

My Top 5 Fashion Choices in BL 2023

i am bad at remembering certain outfits or even shirts from all the shows i've watched so i'm pretty sure not all the show-stopping ones are included, but [taylor swift voice] this is me trying~

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I. Mork's Fart Proudly -shirt

we both probably remember when the bts picture of this shirt first dropped. i was laughing so hard my stomach hurt bc this shirt is absolutely RIDICULOUS. but then the whole episode 2 happened and i read this post about the symbolism of this shirt (by the amazing @dribs-and-drabbles), and now i'm simply enamored. i cannot look at this silly shirt without tearing up. it's so important and truly a fashion choice.

II. Puen in Stripes throughout Our Skyy 2

epitome of softness and comfort is a married man with his kidnapped adopted son wearing all his beloved striped shirts. i love all the outfits in vice versa, in our skyy and the original show, but there's just something about puen's stripes. wearing them seems to bring out his inner child, which makes me super happy ♥

III. Ai Di's oversized sweaters

feral kitten ai di dressing up in all these soft and colorful sweaters, sweatshirts, and hoodies is probably the best fashion choice any bl has ever made. truly shows how you shouldn't judge anyone from the way they look. ai di might look like a babygirl but he can actually kill you, no questions asked.

IV. Mew as Daddy's Lil Monster

unhinged revenge era mew was something else. he was living his best slutty life. was he heartbroken and a hazard to society? maybe so. but he was also serving absolute cunt. i honestly think all the outfits mew wore post heartbreak were absolutely stunning (black tanktop my beloved), but this one takes the cake. there was really something about the cropped shirt and collar, right?

V. Ray's fashion sense in general

lbr ray is the true fashion icon of this show. the stylists were popping off with him. man hasn't made a bad fashion choice in his life. bad life choices, sure, but at least he looked good while making those. you will never catch him slipping. sipping? uh... too soon?

Bonus: Khatha and his butterfly shirt

this is technically not a bl but in my heart it is, so don't even start. i just thinks it's insane for a show to put a guy dealing with killer moths in a slutty butterfly shirt. he was serving Looks. i was on the floor. i don't care that ppl are dying, can he walk around some more so i can stare again-

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please let me know some of your favourites monica!!

#literally teared up while searching for a gif to puen #i love that silly man so much #also gosh cannot believe jimmy is both him and mork #like wtf this man??? truly???? #last twilight #vice versa #kiseki: dear to me #only friends #ofts #midnight museum

[sinnertae]

Mafia!San - 5-4-3-2-1

Pairing: San x Hybrid!Y/N

Words: 940

Hybrid were rare species in this world. Most people believe that they have become extinct, but those people does not know about the Underground, where illegal deals were made, exist.

The most valuable transaction were happening once a year in a basement of a hotel. It was an area where no mafia boss could kill or start a fight, even if they see their's greater enemy.

The second his eyes noticed the black, velvet ears on top of your head, San knew you will be his.

Back then everyone thought you were a balck cat, bad luck and your prices was awfully low as for a hybrid. San on the other hand noticed your round ears and way too long tail. You're a black panther and San was the only one to noticed it.

He bought you two years ago and took you to his apartment along with the cage you were lock in. He was patient with you, with all the growls and hisses as his IT guys were doing a background check on you. San learned a lot about you and your past.

You wnet through a lot of different training and you're brainwashed couple of times. When San got, you were just a feral hybrid ready to kill him the second he unlocked the cage.

He gradually got you used to his presence. For months you were locked in the same room, San's bedroom, surrounded with his scent and his scent only. One day you one of the maid entered his room to clean it up and change the sheet. Her scent reached you immediately, setting you into a panick attack. Since then nobody is allowed to enter his room.

It's been two years and still, you are the only person who can be in that room besides San. You change the bed sheets, keep his desk organized and also take care of his and your laundry. It was your safe place, his bedroom. No one could get to you, he would protect you from all the cruelty of the world before he let anyone hurt you

He did not plan on falling in love with you. He did not plan of caring for you. You just somehow slipped past the walls San has built around his heart, with those silky-smooth paws and black round ears.

Here you are, on the bedroom floor, trembling. One of his man - a newbie - ran into the room looking for his boos and thus breaking the rule number one of San's house. When the front door slammed loudly, startling you, you knew it was him. He ran up the stairs, taking two step at once.

"Babe?" San called for you, before he managed to open the bedroom door. He fell on his knees before you, taking your hands in his. "Hey, kitten. I am here." He said quickly, his heart hammering against his chest. The second he saw you tried to speak he shushed you, pulling you closer.

"I know everything. I will deal with the dumbass later. Now please focus on my voice, okay? Deep breaths, kitty." His hand was moving up and down your back as he kept your ear pressed against his chest. San gives you few more minutes but the anxiety does not seem to subsidie, he decides to try something different.

"Come on, baby. Tell me five things that you can see right now." He whispers in your ear.

"Y-your legs, floor, bed..." You stopped for a second to breathe. The tip of your tail came back to live when you tried to name two more things but your mind could not choose which one.

"Two more, kitty. Don't overthink it." San encouraged you.

"Carpet and a gun." You said suddenly, surprising him as you pressed your moisty nose against his bare arm.

Gun? What gun... Oh..

He gasped looking to the side, where he left it. The second he answered his phone and heard the you are going through a horribly strong panic attack, San has dropped everything and came. His first thought was to shoot the guy who dared to cross the doorstep of his room.

" Four things that you can touch."

"The soft carpet, hard floor, the bed and you."

"Good girl." San kissed your head, drawing a circle of your back with his palm. He could feel that you are regaining control over your body as you breathe in his scent.

"Give me three things that you can hear?"

"The rain outside. People talking downstairs, and your heartbeat." With each example, your panther ears twitch, turning in a different direction.

"Two things you can smell." San did not give you the chance to think about any of the things you just said.

"Your scent and... "You hesitate, gripping his tee tighter as you press your nose harder against his bicep. "Him."

"One thing you can feel." He says quickly, grabbing your face gently with his hands to look you in the eyes. Without second thought, you straighten up and kissed him. San leant back, pulling you with him as he kissed you softly.

"Love." You gasped, laying next to him on the floor. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, kitten. What do you want to do? I have to deal with the moron." He growls, pulling you closer, all of a sudden feeling protective.

Love was not a foreign word in your vocabulary, neither in San's. What you two shared was love, but neither of you said these three words yet, and you were fine with it. You don't need to hear him say it, situation like this speak for themselves. 

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