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harunayuuka2060 · 1 month

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Che'nya: You don't have baby photos, nya? *has been hanging out with them since he went silly from a catnip* *was looking for a baby album of them*

MC: No.

Che'nya: Why? Neige was an orphan, but he still has pictures to show.

MC: Neige is beautiful. And I'm ugly.

MC: No one would be interested in taking a photo of me.

Che'nya: How about your mother, nya?

MC: ...

MC: You could say she took a photo of me once.

Che'nya: See? There's still someone-

MC: So she would recognize me and leave right away if she sees me on the street.

Che'nya: ...

Che'nya: Darn it. *takes a photo of them and sets them as his wallpaper*

MC: ...

MC: Are you going to use that to scare off someone from touching your phone?

Che'nya: No, nya! :3

Che'nya: It's so I can appreciate your cuteness every day nya! *happy grins*

MC: ...

MC: You will get nothing but nightmares.

Che'nya: Nightmares are scared of cats nya~. :3

Rook: Ami masque has found a new friend! Isn't that great, Roi du Poison?

Vil: ...

Rook: Roi du Poison?

Vil: I heard you the first time, Rook.

Rook: ...

Rook: *sly smile* Are you not liking the situation?

Vil: I am not jealous, Rook. If that's what you are trying to imply.

Rook: Non! *chuckles* I wanted to say that you might be feeling lonely.

Vil: Ha. If I wanted MC to be here, it would only take a simple text message from me.

Rook: *chuckles* Bien sûr. There's no doubt about that.

Vil: Hmph.

Vil: *looking at his unread messages*

Vil: ...

Vil: *just then, he received a reply from MC*

MC - Vil, I apologize for not replying to you. I will be at your house in less than 15 minutes.

Vil: ...

Vil - I will wait for you.

MC - Alright. See you later, Vil.

Vil: *smiles*

MC: *has arrived at Vil's house and sees him standing at the entrance, waiting for them*

MC: Vil?

Vil: You said you would arrive in less than 15 minutes.

MC: Ah, yes. I'm sorry about that. I had to bring a customer home at the last minute.

Vil: It doesn't matter. It's getting cold. We should get inside.

MC: *nods* *then faintly hears the shutter sound of a camera*

MC: *immediately turns their head to where the sound came from*

A paparazzi: !!!

A paparazzi: That ugly thing couldn't possibly hear me, right?

A paparazzi: Still, I need to move places.

MC: Good sir, do you have any legal reason why you are hiding behind the bushes?

A paparazzi: Ah- *lets out a terrified scream*

Vil: *watches MC dragged the unconscious paparazzi out of the bushes*

Vil: ...

Vil: *smiles* You've caught that paparazzi off guard.

MC: ...

MC: *holding the camera*

MC: Vil, this person has been here for a few hours now. How come you didn't notice?

Vil: No. I knew he was there all along.

MC: Huh?

Vil: It's my little punishment to you for not replying to my messages.

MC: ...

MC: Vil, you shouldn't have done that.

Vil: Why? Is it wrong for me to want you to be worried?

MC: ...

MC: I will never neglect your messages again.

Vil: Good.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst vil #twst chenya #twst rook #twst vil and mc series 1

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beautifulchris · 8 months

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lazy morning

wc: 0,4k

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

summary: just the two of you enjoying a sleep in after a while

genres: fluff, established relationship!au

tw: kissing, suggestive

notes: this one is for you @sulfurcosmos <3 i may have seen a post of yours yesterday and wanted to do something about it. it's short but meaningful and I hope it makes you feel better!! I love you ti❤️

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @whipped-kpop-creators

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The room was mostly silent, only the faint chirping of birds outside and the soft breathing of two souls could be heard. Chris was holding onto you tightly in his sleep, the same way he had been when he fell asleep.

It was around ten in the morning and light was coming through the shutters. It gave the room a fairy-like atmosphere, which you were pretty much enjoying.

When Chris moved away from you, slowly waking up from his slumber, you watched him yawn and stretch with a soft smile on your face.

“How did you sleep, love?” you asked, leaving a trail of kisses all around his face.

He giggled, putting his arms around you before holding you close again, your face squeezed against his chest.

“I slept like a baby. How about you?”

“Me too. It feels so good to get a day off like this.”

Your muffled voice against his warm skin tickled him a bit. He let go of you but stayed close enough to see your sleepy eyes and tired smile.

He was so in love with you. Your pretty eyes, your beautiful voice, your good heart, your stunning face… he loved everything about you. The way you’d become excited whenever you saw stars, how you’d tell him everything about the constellations, your favorite stars, fun facts… He would listen intently to every word and see how at peace you’d feel at night.

He felt lucky to get to see you then.

You realized you had closed your eyes for a hot minute, and when you opened them again, you caught Chris staring at you while lost in thought. His legs were tangled in the sheets, your head pressed against his arm and your own arm loosely laid on his back.

You got closer to his face, your mouth mere millimeters away from his and your nose lightly brushing against his. He snapped out of it and blushed at the proximity, then closed the gap, his lips catching yours in a soft kiss.

“I want to stay like this forever,” he blurted, gently putting a stray hair behind your ear.

“Who am I to deny your wishes?” you joked, a playful smile on your face.

He looked at you fondly, got close again and gently kissed your forehead. “I love you, Y/N. So, so much.”

You kissed him again, passionately. Once out of breath, you moved back a little and murmured, “I love you.”

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rpreaperperson · 2 months

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What happen if Claw got too many catnip?

Zoomies..absolutely zoomies..

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Puffing out a cloud of smoke from his mouth Price relaxed in his office sitting on his dingy sofa

The smell of cigars scattered around his office, he's done with his paperwork and reading the report

"Hmm...at last some quiet time.." closing his eyes while exhaling the cigar, so unusual that the boys (and one hybrid) become so quiet these days, but at least they didn't do anything ajjs@!jq#qjk or something disaster

Or so he thought...

A loud thump of boots coming from outside then his door is slammed open

"No knocking?" Said Price not opening his eyes, but his forehead could be seen frowning

"S-sorry Cap, its urgent" Gaz approached Price slightly huffing, let out a hard sigh Price put out his cigar and adjusted his hat

"Who is it this time?" asks Price as they walk out of his office

"It-" Before Gaz could even tell him, they heard a loud crash and a couple of distressed voice

then there they saw....

"NYAHAHAHA I'M UNSTOPPABLE!!"

"F***! "

"Someone block her way!!"

"Fuckin' trying over here!"

"Nyahahahaha!!"

Price furrowed and pinched the bridge of his nose shutting his eyes tried to hold down the headache, the fluffy hybrid ran around the trail puff of smoke spreading everywhere where she transformed into a cat and a human

Some of the recruits that helping Soap try to catch her coughing because of her smoke

"I-I don't know why she getting like this, but after she got a package from someone, she's been like this"

"Did you go search for the package?" asked Price, he got a very bad feeling about this

"Well...she hid it in her room its like she doesn't want us to know what's inside the package, now Ghost went to investigate it" explained Gaz, on time Ghost arrived with a medium box in his hand

"That damned..Mexican Cat lovers.." mumbled Ghost as he showed them inside the box

"Cat nip..." grunted Price

"Bloody hell...and so many variations.." Gaz stare at it flabergasted

"she's getting high on a Fucking Catnip" Ghost narrowed his eyebrows, cursing certain Mexican cat lovers

"Not that all that Professor of her secretly send a bunch of snack to her " huffed Ghost, the moment he entered and searched around her room he found a secret snack stacks there

"aside from that scary face she has, she does have a soft spot for Claw... " Gaz muttering about the stoic cold face of old Professor

"what the plan Price?" gruff Ghost still holding the box

"let's catch the fluff --"

"CAPTAINNN~~!!" squealed a certain hybrid as diving herself into Price

Wh- UAGHH!" suddenly his face was being struck by a soft sensation, Gaz gasping and Ghost just stood there like a statue watching their Captain fall off on his back while his bulk arm wrapped around the hybrid waist

As the other recruits stared wide eyes, Gaz tried to take Claw off Price he could almost see Price's soul just snuff out from his mouth

"C'mon sweetheart off you go --" he grabbed her shoulder, then Claw swatted his hand away hissing at him

"NO! NO! My Captain!!"

3 hours later...

They manage to calm Claw down and put her to sleep on the sofa, the panting Soap lets out a sigh of relief as he crouches beside the sofa and caresses her hair

"Damn... she's really wearing us out, good job there lads... ya can go now.. get some rest" Soap waves to the recruits that helping him as they walk out and wave back at him with a grunt some of them snicker in amusement

"Gonna ban those catnip" grumbled Ghost crossing his arm and eyes on the hybrid

"Couldn't agree more...you okay over there Cap?" Gaz glances at the slumped disheveled Price, his hat placed on his lap you can see a red bump on his forehead

"....Just..leave me alone..and let me rest" Price almost forgot that he got another troublemaker...a big one infact, then he raise his head stare at the sleeping woman on the sofa

Huff in amused, he just couldn’t be mad at her no matter what

Just another day in 141 base...

taglist: @lilpothoscuttings @unicorngirly1 @kaoyamamegami

#call of duty #neko reader #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #john price #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader #john soap mctavish #john mctavish x reader #task 141 #task force 141 x reader #claw

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alyay336 · 9 months

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MORE HEADCANONS

-Kwazii canonically had rum and catnip. Technically not a headcanon but i like the fact that hes a literal stoner

-sonce kwaziis a cat he probably does the “bring people rodents as a gift thing” but with fish biscuits

Like hejust leaves one on the floor or something for barnacles at 3 am

-when shellington is sick the vegimals try to take care of him (they just feed him fish biscuits with medicine splattered on it) or they carry him to pesos room

-shellington has a buncha pictures of the vegimals doing stupid shit and he sends them to the others all the time

When tweak told him that “its 3 am” and “im trying to sleep” he sent her a picture of tunip with a angry face holding a drawing of a middle finger

-peso probably tries out rlly random berries to see if their poisonous to warn the others

“Hm..yes. YO GUYS DONT EAT THE RED ONES THEY MAKE YOU COUGH UP BLOOD”

“…PESO HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT.”

“…”

“PESO.”

#octonauts #kwazii #peso octonauts #shellington #octonauts vegimals

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favvn · 2 months

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I'm still in the process of caramelizing this thought (under 12 hours in the ol' brain) so like it might be undercooked as the metaphor goes, but when Kirk caught the virus in The Naked Time, he went into his rant about love vs duty and how the ship takes both his life and his love from him due to that overbearing sense of duty he lives by. (Which still drives me nuts to think about! Spock burdens himself by trying to be 100% Vulcan to the expense of his humanity (that he still can't completely suppress!), and Kirk bludgeons himself through duty, keeping his personal feelings/desires/love tampered and locked down as a result! The willful repression of it all!! I am so so so not normal about characters struggling with repression!)

But later by The Balance of Terror, Kirk starts breaking down at the stress of keeping his entire crew alive while close to the Neutral Zone between Earth's Asteroid Outposts and the Romulan Empire. Any action taken in this area could signal death if not a renewed war between Earth and Romulus, making the Enterprise's moves that much larger than just one individual ship, and making Kirk's actions hold more weight than just the lives of the Enterprise.

And I realize a lot of this comes from the original pilot and the characterization of Captain Pike as he also expressed the same fears and the same desires to walk away from these duties entirely. It's no secret that character elements were reused for the second pilot and series proper (the "I will kill myself and everyone else to avoid anyone getting trapped, especially the Captain" attitude of Number One is definitely something given to Spock for the rest of the series. Call it duty or devotion or love (or all 3 at the same time), it's all there in both characters).

Only for Kirk to find his mirror in the Romulan Commander!

Now fine, maybe the Romulan Commander says "creatures of duty" to refer to the Romulans in general, and I'm just making a mountain out of a few phrases (as per usual). It makes sense: they're an offshoot of Vulcans, and it would follow that both species are bound to a strong sense of duty no matter the cost. But! If that was the case, why have the Commander tell Kirk they are alike before this line? Or spend the episode highlighting their similar tactics and planning? Or include the line, "In a different reality, I could've called you 'friend.'" (Which. If the designation of "friend" is a huge deal to Vulcans when it comes to species outside of their kind..... Is James Kirk the equivalent of catnip for Vulcans and Romulans alike? Half joke, half asking in earnest here / the reality is that Kirk probably does attract their respect and more because he is so terrifyingly duty-bound in such a way that sets him apart from other humans.)

Like. I don't know if I'm necessarily correct in thinking it (because I know Spock is used to show humanity from the outsider's perspective/make the viewer ask what makes one human), but sometimes Kirk seems more Vulcan than Spock as Spock seems more human than Kirk, which maybe works after all. If one can find the humanity in an alien, why not also see the alien in humanity?

#trekposting #star trek tos #captain kirk #hi hello i am so normal i am so so so normal (my brain worms are getting worse)#anyways my point is always this: spock & kirk are 2 sides of the same damn coin. perfect foils.#still steeping my silly brain in spirk #even tho god this ep.... having the romulan commander wishing to die to avoid war!! screaming and chewing dry wall this aired in 1966!!!#trek meta

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scoops-aboy86 · 1 month

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I guess this... is the end! With an epilogue to follow, probably, that's a little more soft feedism related, but for those who aren't into that it's totally optional. Thanks to everyone who came along for the ride, and I'll put this up on ao3 sometime soon. 😊

Part 1, part 1.5, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10 of the love spell no go au

The world didn’t end, so life goes on. Eddie, who is the king of casting teeny little spells so he heals fast but not too fast, gets out of the hospital and moves into a one-story little place with Wayne that’s miles from the trailer park. It’s on the same street as Robin’s house so he sees her all the time—but still not as often as he sees Steve.

And they tell Wayne what really happened, NDAs be damned. It’s a Tuesday night and Steve and Robin have brought a couple Western tapes from their latest shift at the miraculously still standing Family Video; they put one on in the background and a flick of Eddie’s fingers make sure that’s all the government bugs scattered throughout the house can hear.

Afterwards, when they’re about to head over to the bigger record shop in the next town over to replenish Eddie’s music collection but pulling up at a gas station first, Steve complains that the whole thing was a little anticlimactic.

“We told him there’s a whole other dimension under Hawkins that there’s this huge government cover-up about it and he didn’t even blink.”

“Well,” Eddie starts, then abruptly reaches for Steve’s ear and produces a quarter from it. He leans over from the passenger seat and holds it up in Steve’s line of vision with a smirk. “It takes a lot to startle us Munson men, sweetheart.”

“Really?” Robin interjects dryly while Steve pulls up to the pump and cuts the engine. “Because the other day Steve asked you to get a sponge from under the kitchen sink and something touched your hand and you shrieked because you thought it was a spider.”

Steve eyes the quarter critically. “Did you… really just magic a coin out of my ear?”

“When it was, in fact, the sponge in question,” Robin finishes.

Eddie sticks his tongue out at her. “Of course not, baby, that was slight of hand,” he tells Steve, repocketing the coin and glancing around to make sure the gas station is deserted before planting a little kiss on his cheek.

“Oh, okay.”

“I actually magicked it from your gas money jar into my pocket.”

Steve laughs, and that Eddie wants to bottle and hoard like one of those stupid rich old men with their dusty old French wines. “Good thing I’m not just about to get gas or anything, or I might need that back.”

“I’ll get you something from the convenience store?” Eddie offers, batting his eyelashes and tilting his head in a way that he knows makes his eyes look bigger. Knows because Steve has told him, and seems as susceptible to it as cats to catnip.

“Strawberry slurpee,” Steve says immediately. “But if they only have cherry, I want a blue one. Wait, Robs—that’s what the screaming was about?”

Eddie flails with both arms, waving at them both to get out of the car as all three of their doors pop open. “Alright, nothing to see here, some of us have snacks to buy and one of us has a car to gas up, let’s go!”

So they all pile out, and Steve points at Eddie over the car while unscrewing the gas cap. “You’re going to use that on the gremlins, right?

“Just who do you take me for?” Eddie scoffs, hooking an arm through Robin’s and dragging her towards the store. “Of course I am, Harrington.”

Robin snorts but keeps up with him, breaking into a frankly jarring skip that causes them to almost trip over the curb right in front of the doors. Once inside, they break into their customary shop-till-you-drop game of trying to grab everything they want, beat the other to the register, and get to the car before Steve finishes filling the tank. They both almost always lose, but it does help make stops like this more efficient.

(It has been Steve’s idea.)

“You know,” Robin starts conversationally while he’s filling two slurpee cups at once and she’s flipping rapidly through a nearby magazine rack, “I’ve never witnessed the dingus in an actual relationship before.”

Eddie flicks his eyes in her direction, then to the bored-looking cashier, but the statement was vague enough and Robin isn’t stupid. He returns his attention to the slurpee machine. “I find that hard to believe.”

“No, I’m serious. He’s dated a lot, and I mean a lot, but—ah ha!” Snatching the magazine she was looking for, she moves on to the soft pretzel heater and grabs the tongs to fish a couple off the slowly rotating rack. “But no one he’s ever really gotten serious about. He used to complain to me about his dates at length… Kinda relieved that’s over. He’s literally the happiest I’ve ever seen him these days.”

As she turns away to grab a couple Cokes, Eddie hides a giddy smile behind his hair—and then beats her to the register with a slurpee in each hand and a flimsy but full little shopping basket dangling from one arm.

Because Robin wouldn’t lie, not about Steve. She’d already threatened him over Steve’s welfare back in the hospital (and people thought he was scary, Jesus); it’s obvious that she wouldn’t encourage him if she didn’t think it was in Steve’s best interest. And, against all laws of probability and magic, Eddie seems to make him happy.

The happiest his platonic soulmate has ever seen him, even.

“I win,” Steve crows when Eddie is still a few feet from the car. He lifts the nozzle, blows on it like it’s a smoking gun, and pumps his fist in victory. “In your face, Munson!”

Eddie doesn’t care though. His prize is in Steve’s beaming smile, in the energy that rolls off him that crackles across Eddie’s senses like a kind of magic all his own. “Yeah yeah, big boy, you’re a champ.” He holds up the slurpees and the flimsy plastic bag crammed with a tube of Pringles, a bag of pretzel sticks, Doritos, and various snack cakes. “Are we ready to hit the road or what?”

Robin jogs up behind him, bagless because she keeps insisting that they’re bad for the environment but barely hanging onto her sodas, pretzels, magazines, and a few odd candy bars. “Aw man, did we lose to the dingus again?”

“Yes,” Eddie tells her faux mournfully as he crowds past Steve to the front passenger door, bumping against him way more than necessary but meeting no complaints. “Almost makes me reconsider giving you the change, Steve-o.”

He does anyway, though. Drops a nice, shiny quarter into the gas money jar after getting himself situated, slurpees nestled in their cup holders and a Twinkie already unwrapped to shove suggestively in his boyfriend’s mouth as soon as the wonder twins are both in the car. Robin heckles from the back seat; Steve takes it with the ease of practice and a smirk as he chews and swallows and licks escaping cream filling from the corners of his mouth.

It’s a beautiful summer’s day and Eddie feels like the luckiest guy in the entire world.

Tag list (comment to be added/removed): @hotluncheddie @8em-em-em8 @anaibis @connected-dots @lawrencebshoggoth @zombiethingy

#love spell no go au #steddie #wg steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #scoops words #chubby steve harrington

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kenmakaminari · 1 year

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Does anyone else think of Atsushi having small cat quirks? Like he loves it when Dazai or Kenji come up and start petting his head. When he's really comfortable and feels safe he starts purring (but he'll deny it till the end of time).

Or he HATES sitting in chairs, he'll climb up on his desk to do paper work. And when sitting on a couch he'll ignore open cushions and sit on the arm rests.

Atsushi has definitely hissed at Akutagawa before. And Aku just looked at him like "wtf was that bro?" and Atsushi had to stammer out a response "uhh idk, that definitely did NOT come from me. What r u talking about??"

He ignores people when mad. Like if they walk into the same room as him when he's pissed he'll just leave.

He also scratches people

Rough play wrestling with Kenji <3 (just imagine, adorable)((Yosano and Dazai have a betting pool about it going. Yosano always wins, because Ranpo gives her the answers))

Food aggression like a street cat. Cuz that is basically what he is. Holding his arm in front of his plate/bowl, hissing at people who come too close when he's eating, eating so quickly that he gets sick :(

Fascinated by string, toilet paper, and long dangly things

One day he accidentally gets high on catnip

#bsd headcanons #bsd #atsushi headcanons #atsushi is like at cat #bungou stray dogs #dazai #yosano #bungo stray dogs #catlike behavior #atsushi nakajima #atsushi fluff #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #very little angst this time #cats #funny bsd

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onboardsorasora · 7 months

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Because I can't help myself...

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Part 3

Max felt like this was all just one big out of body experience. Daniel was hanging off of him smiling down the phone with his family. Because of course he had a phone— everyone did. But Daniel forgets about it apparently and it dies often because he doesn’t charge it. He has better things to do than be tethered to technology– unless it's like videos of animals then he has all the time in the world.

When the call had connected; Grace had been weeping and Joe had looked marginally worried. The moment they saw Max however, Joe looked apoplectic and Grace was gently replaced by Michelle who looked like she was planning to kill Max in his sleep.

“Daniel, love. Where are you?” Grace was sniffling and Daniel’s smile dimmed a little.

“Mama this is Max! He says I’m in Monaco— its far from Perth. I’m sorry Mama.”

“Danny you don’t even have a passport…” Michelle was confused and exasperated. Her usual emotions around her brother.

“Security must be very lax at the airport.” Joe muttered which had Max snorting. They’d all forgotten about him and he'd effectively gotten their attention again.

Michelle mutters something about trusting random people and Daniel lights up because he didn’t just trust blindly this time!

“Don’t worry Chellie! The cats say he's nice! And you know cats never lie!” They were right about the birds and so far they've been right about Max.

“Well if the cats say he's nice…” Grace had all but calmed down seeing that her baby is fine, but Michelle and Joe were already in action mode. They weren't so convinced about this ‘nice Max person’.

“Danny, can you give us a moment so we can talk to Max about getting you home?” Joe smiled when Daniel sang an ‘of course’ and they all watched him get up and frolic to a daybed behind Max and curl up with the cats. Max smiled unconsciously at his humming, who could stay stoic in the face of this?

Grace eventually flutters off as well– because her boy is hale and whole so she's good– and it's just Max left to the wolves of Michelle and Joe.

It takes a bit but they eventually believe that he's a Formula 1 driver (lots of cross referencing websites and apps. Michelle was thorough) and that he has no problems helping Daniel get home. The season doesn’t start for a few months so he’s got time.

Turns out they’ll need to get Daniel a passport, sneaking him back into the country even on a private jet was a felony.

Daniel was making himself comfortable during all of this, floating around the flat with Jimmy and Sassy in hand, singing to them and pointing out the window. He then started looking at himself in all of Max’s trophies, making faces in the mirrored metal, and singing the names to the cats.

“Oh! Melbourne! I know there!” Daniel excitedly pointed at a circular tray like trophy, the lighthouse on his thigh flashed a golden light and the sails of the ship fluttered.

“I’ve raced there.” Max smiled at Daniel’s delighted laugh. He continued to watch Daniel admire all his hardware and crystals with a fond smile– Michelle and Joe stared eagle eyed and tense. When it seemed like he wasn’t putting on a show, they calmed down a little. Just a smidge.

They allowed Max to go after a few more threats– which was only fair. And he went to take a cat from Daniel. Jimmy curled into Max’s hold and Sassy flopped herself around Daniel’s neck, kneading the air as if high on catnip. Daniel giggled, shrugged and scritched her tummy.

“Daniel do you want a change of clothes? Maybe a shower?”

Daniel started singing a song about showers and sunsets and Max took that to mean that sure, he wanted to shower. He found something non-merchy, a tshirt and athletic shorts, he hoped they fit because he didn’t exactly know what size daniel was.

Easily remedied, however, because Daniel took off his sweatshirt during his second chorus. Max blinked at the expanse of tanned skin that was exposed, and the new collection of tattoos that glowed and fluttered. He serenaded Sassy while she bundled in his arms, cooing and grinning when she purred back. The cherub on his forearm fluttered its wings.

He was smaller than Max anticipated, but still broader and fit. Max guessed it was because his aura was so large that he physically seemed tiny in comparison.

“Is there anything you want to eat? I can order food while you bathe.”

"Do they have pizza here? I love pizza." Daniel swayed where he stood, his inner music never stopping.

"We can get pizza."

Daniel did a happy dance then sauntered to the bathroom confidently. Max cut himself off from saying something when Daniel pointed to the hallway door while looking down at the cat in his hand. Right…Sassy knew where everything was. It was a …strange dynamic to consider.

While that happened, Max took out his phone and texted Charles for help. He was truly out of his depth and Charles knew how to handle weird shit. He'd gotten used to being more important than the Pope so he could help figure this out.

Charles came with Lando– because of course he did. Those two were always together nowadays. They could keep a secret– not from each other– but they were vaults otherwise. They were in the living room and Max was just about to start explaining when Daniel fluttered out of the bathroom humming. He was damp and shirtless but was wearing Max’s shorts, Charles’ and Lando’s mouths dropped open in shock.

Max scrambled up to cover Daniel off before he fully got into the living room. “Daniel, where is your shirt?”

“Oh, Sassy said it was uncomfortable so I like decided not to wear it.” He shrugged uncaringly and the skull baby on his bicep stepped forward to keep its footing. Sassy purred in his arms and he went back to staring at her lovingly.

“Do you want another shirt?”

“Max…what the fuck?” it was Lando. Max groaned when Daniel looked around him, beaming brightly. The rose bloomed a little.

“Hi! I’m Daniel!”

Part 4

#Joe and Michelle will kill for their boy. Grace is happy as long as he's happy #Something about Daniel makes everyone uber protective. Also...he's younger in this universe.#I think I want to make Max the older but I also don't want an 8 yr age gap. I'll figure it out #max/daniel #maxiel #enchanted au #disney princess dan #lando and charles are also there

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scorchieart · 11 months

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Falling Ahead - Part 3

I think Clavis is finally old enough to dig some threatening holes. A good arm and leg workout, one could argue.

Ages: Yves (7), Clavis (10)

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“Clavis!”

“Say it.”

“Clavis!”

“Just say it, Yves.”

“CLAVIS!”

“Say. It. And this will all go away.”

Yves squeezed his eyes shut as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks. The heels of his newly polished dress shoes scuffed against the topsoil, making him reflexively buckle his knees and tighten his grip on Clavis’s hands as he gradually sank farther over the edge of the gaping pit behind him.

“This… this isn’t funny,” Yves choked. “Please… father just bought me this outfit—”

“Oopsie!” Clavis released one of Yves’s arms and dramatically fanned his face with his newly freed hand. “It’s so hot out, and your big brother is all sweaty from digging. Do make this quick. And speak clearly, my prince.”

Yves clung to Clavis’s remaining hand like a kitten to a catnip-filled pillowcase, his nails puncturing small red divots into Clavis’s skin. “Alright! Alright!” he bawled. “Jin was wrong! It’s way more important to workout your limbs than your core!”

Clavis stilled his fanning. “And?”

“A-and Leon beating you at sword training today was just a fluke!”

“And?”

“And?” Yves’s right foot slipped on a patch of loose dirt, dangling helplessly over the void. “—And! And you’re a much, much smarter, cooler, handsomer, nicer, braver, amazinger, funner, friendlier, stronger big brother than Prince Chevalier could ever be!”

Clavis beamed. “There, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” he cooed, pulling Yves away from the hole. As soon as both his feet were safely on ground, Yves ripped his arms out from Clavis’s hold and hugged a nearby tree, panting heavily.

“You’re… you’re horrible,” Yves coughed once he could speak again.

“Of course, that’s just the adrenaline talking,” Clavis said, brushing imaginary dirt off his sleeves. “But I know deep down you’re simply bursting at the seams ready to thank me for my amazing scheme.”

“Thank you?” Yves shrilled.

“You’re very welcome.”

“No! I meant, how could you think I would thank you for almost dropping me down a bottomless pit?”

“Aha! But you didn’t fall down, did you?” Clavis sniggered. “And it’s not bottomless, silly. I climbed out of it only a little while ago, and on my honor as the third prince, I tell you there lies a bottom at the bottom.”

Yves flinched as Clavis approached the tree and produced a wound of rope from a crater within. Keeping his grip firmly on a branch, he watched Clavis tie one end around the trunk and the other around a stray rock then toss the rock end into the pit. Most of the rope disappeared down the hole before a soft clunk sound emerged.

“Tada! Impressive, right?” Clavis said gleefully.

Still holding onto the tree, Yves inched his way in the direction of the castle. “I’m telling Sariel.”

“What’s he going to do? Make me do lines? I’m skipping out on a set right now,” Clavis sneered. “Come here, I want to show you something important.” He sat cross legged at the edge of the hole and patted the ground next to him. “I promise it’s not a prank.”

Yves watched him bemused, looked once back at the castle, transferred his grip to the rope, and slowly moved toward his brother.

“What do you think?” Clavis asked once Yves sat beside him.

“It’s deep,” said Yves, still holding firmly onto the rope.

“Isn’t it?” said Clavis. “Deep enough to trap a grownup, you think?”

Yves paused, a sickening sensation building in his stomach. “I guess...”

“Like Sariel? Or that fuddy-duddy tutor who keeps making me reread my lines? Or how about the king?”

“Clavis!” Yves cried, frantically looking around in case anyone heard. “I’m going back.”

“It’s too late, my darling brother. You’ve seen and heard too much. You’re my accomplice now.”

“No, no, no! I didn’t agree to this. Clavis, let me go and I promise I won’t tell anyone, please!”

“I can’t do that, Yves. Not one minute ago you threatened to tattle on Sariel.”

Yves’s face turned ashen, renewed tears building in his waterline and threatening to burst. “But you’re doing something bad.”

Clavis pulled his sleeve over his hand and gently wiped at Yves’s eyes. “Then what will you do? Will you try and stop me, little prince?”

Yves’s hands clenched around the rope so tightly he felt splinters digging into splinters. The air grew thicker with each second, each breath harder to take in than the last, as Clavis loomed over him with his loony smile. Clavis was taller, faster, and smarter. How could a little prince stop him?

A bigger prince could, like Chevalier and his endless superlatives. A braver prince could, like Leon and his non-accidental fighting skills. A stronger prince could, like Jin and his superior toned…

Yves straightened his shoulders, leaned back, and kicked Clavis squarely in the chest and into the pit. The older prince landed on his bottom at the bottom of the bottom with a rough clunk.

“Clavis!” Yves called, rushing to the edge of the hole. “Clavis! Are you alright?”

“Haha! I think I broke my tailbone,” Clavis replied weakly.

“I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry,” cried Yves.

“Don’t be, my plan worked! You passed the test, I’m so proud!” Clavis called, his voice a mix of mirth and pain. “I knew you could do it, Yves. You’re the biggest, bravest, strongest prince of us all!”

“Clavis, you’re hurt so bad you’re talking crazy. Don’t move, I’ll get help!”

“Mmkay!”

It could have been shock from the situation. Or fear from the impending repercussions. Or glee from hearing Clavis’s hysterical outburst. Whatever it was, Yves was not paying attention. And when Yves doesn’t pay attention, he tends to trip on anything. And there just so happened to be a precariously placed rope inches from his ankle. And a dangerously wide trap hole inches from the rope.

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #yves kloss #clavis lelouch #ikepri yves #ikepri clavis #scorchie writes #falling ahead series

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lunarriviera · 5 months

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why Du Cheng can't hold a grudge: a little 猎罪图鉴 | Under the Skin meta

When Shen Yi first joins the Beijiang City precinct, Du Cheng can't stand him. Not only is he still pissed off about Tragic Backstory, but he doesn't believe a sketch artist can hold any real value, especially not in our era of policing via surveillance. In another drama, he might have continued to nurse his animosity for the duration of the season. But there's one moment very early on which expresses Du Cheng's whole character so succinctly that you know he'll very soon give it up, and quite quickly succumb to Shen Yi's charms usefulness.

First, though, he stomps into Bureau Chief Zhang's office pitching a fit about Shen Yi, of all people, occupying the late Captain Lei's office. But Zhang-ju is not a woman to be messed with. She promptly calls his bluff.

Du Cheng, still hacked off, doubles down. He throws his badge on her desk. Fine! Fuck being a cop! He'll deliver pizzas! Anything, not to have to work with THAT VERY PRETTY GUY.

But then Jiang Feng comes to the door to announce that a body's dropped. Try to sound a little less thrilled, please, Jiang Feng.

A murder you say??? This is Du Cheng catnip. Can he hold out?

Look at his big dumb head swiveling around helplessly, like someone's just announced there's free cake in the break room.

Zhang-ju is canny as fuck, though. She looks down at his badge and idly wonders aloud who's going to catch this one. No idea really. Who could it possibly be.

At this point, Du Cheng has managed not to be a police officer for a whole fifteen seconds.

UGH FINE GIVE ME MY BADGE BACK YOU WIN. But Zhang-ju has not finished winning.

(This woman is a mother of four or I will eat my laptop.)

Du Cheng has to pretend to think about this for another whole three seconds or so.

UGH FINE JUST GIVE IT BACK I'LL TAKE HIM WITH ME OKAY? OKAY???

(And then they proceed to drive off without him anyway, so that our little hero must ride to the crime scene alone on his bicycle. But the ways in which Shen Yi returns everyone's cold shoulder with this kind of serene tai-chi-like nonresistance is another meta entirely.)

All of this underscores two things: 1) Du Cheng's compulsive need to clear cases himself, and 2) his imminent practicality about so doing. When it turns out that Shen Yi is actually incredibly useful, Du Cheng stows his shit with remarkable rapidity and they do an enemies-to-friends speedrun in like three episodes, because nothing else matters to Du Cheng like solving crimes. It's truly the way to his heart. And when Shen Yi gets captured by Cai Dong in episode 3, what does Du Cheng say? "He's got one of our own." It's not just blind loyalty to the force; Shen Yi has already proven to Du Cheng that he really is a cop.

(And, ACAB; and China suffers from massive police corruption. So this procedural, like all the others, isn't reality, isn't a valorization of police work, but is probably some secret third thing.)

#under the skin #猎罪图鉴 #du cheng #shen yi #jin shijia #tan jianci #cdrama meta #cdramas #meta

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geneticcatalyst · 9 months

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as promised, an exploration of my one pet problem in fandom, or: misinterpretation of jby's first death (ft. zzs)

heres the thing. i occasionally see people reference what seems to be a misconception of the (english translation) text in qi ye. both the fact that its a translation and the metaphorical phrasing make it pretty clear to see why they got the wrong idea, but i firmly believe its still the wrong idea. i am by no means calling the people who got this mixed up dumb or bad, i am simply leaning over their shoulders going 'wait no bestie pls read that again pls read that one more time!!' because this is one of my favorite books and this thing is a key piece of one of my favorite things about it.

i said i was gonna pull screenshots for this post but i think it will be a little while before i get to another reread and i can't ctrl+f the google doc so im just gonna whip this out from memory. if anyone does have this particular passage on hand feel free to pop it in here. the rest of the context/explanations are just from my cursory research, im not chinese or a historian.

cards on the table. the only thing i love more than unhinged gay romances is unhinged platonic soul mates. its catnip to me. i go feral every goddamn time. and i havent stopped losing my mind about zhou zishu and jing beiyuan since that first qi ye scene. what do those guys have going on? not even sure they know but it's A Lot. ive got like 18 other unpublished drafts trying to work that out slash losing my fucking mind at the lengths they go to about each other. that relationship is at the center of both novels even if the spotlight isnt on it. so I admit that my readings are colored a bit by how much i like that they like each other!

which is why im shocked baffled and, ok, lightly salted, to see a few people make the claim that zishu (personally) tortured/killed beiyuan in his first life.

so what the text says is that after helian yi stopped trusting beiyuan (after su qingluan's accidental death), he was basically put to death. but even the emperor has to have a half decent reason to execute someone. the text describes these reasons- ten of them- as zhou zishu's masterpieces. it also refers to them as great shames to beiyuan's standing. what's happening is that helian yi has zishu frame beiyuan for treason or other betrayals against the emperor/the country. it isn't specific as to what, but it doesn't really matter, because its all fake and zishu is really good at his job. so yes, it is fair to say that zishu is the INSTRUMENT of beiyuan's death, but he didn't kill him, he just laid the groundwork.

the text goes on to another slightly confusing line where it says something to the effect of that when each of these accusations were read out in court, each line drew blood from jing beiyuan. that's a metaphor! it's just saying that his reputation was torn apart and ultimately his fate is sealed, despite the phrasing there are no literal injuries happening.

also, i may not have the timeline perfect on this part, but in zishu's introduction in the beginning of the novel, the narration tells us outright that while zishu is partially responsible for beiyuan's death, he was like. cool about it. in what seems to be the first and only time he ever steps out of line or goes against helian yi's command (!), after setting all this up but- if im remembering right- before the news actually breaks in court the next day, zishu warns beiyuan. now this admittedly doesnt do a whole lot because the only other possible option (cut and run) isn't a very good one, but it's the only thing zishu can do. he doesnt have to, but he does it anyway (!). of course beiyuan doesnt even consider doing this, he's stubborn and heartbroken, but he really seems to 1. appreciate the risk zishu took here to try to give him a chance and 2. not hold the whole set up against zishu or take that bit personally.

so what actually happened at the end of beiyuan's first life? he was sent the 3 chi of white silk. the text does explicitly say this once, but if you're not familiar with the practice it may not click. receiving the white silk from the emperor is what happens when you're too high ranking to execute like a commoner but you've fallen from grace and are being politely asked to hang yourself in order to clear your name. and of course beiyuan, stubborn and heartbroken, does. yes, it's a forced suicide, but it isn't a murder.

anyway, its in that secret conversation, where zishu secretly meets with beiyuan seemingly to try to convince him to save himself and beiyuan outright refuses, that beiyuan promises that if theres a next life (ha), they'll get drunk together. and of course against all odds, there is and they do.

the thing about the idea that some people might think that zishu killed beiyuan is that after that nothing between them makes sense. even if it was at helian yi's request, i just cant see that not permanently damaging the friendship, i don't think beiyuan could immediately pick back up being best friends in the seventh life with that memory in the way. why would zishu go out of his way to warn beiyuan one day if he was perfectly capable and fine with killing him the next? why would beiyuan not only be happy to meet zishu again in the seventh life but also go out of his way trying to save zishu's? none of their other interactions really make sense if you believe there was a murder done there. idk. it clouds the whole throughline of the story which is that they have a bond!

i think maybe people think it is in character due to the other ruthless murders, and they're not wholly wrong, but that's the kicker for me. zishu will murder all kinds of innocents no questions asked, but he's suddenly trying to give an out to his coworker and drinking buddy? hello? thats insane, and that's the point.

furthermore, if you think maybe it would make sense for helian yi to have beiyuan violently killed (since it keeps fucking happening later), i actually have to become helian yi's lawyer for a moment here and say that that doesnt make sense either. helian yi is sitting on a throne gained by shadowy means but he's the Good Guy Ruler and that reputation is important. hes not a cruel person and he may have become paranoid but he still has a shared history with beiyuan. plus, even the emperor has to abide by a certain amount of decorum when he wants to have people killed, especially when that person is also a high ranking member of court. beiyuan's status is basically second only to the royal bloodline, he's essentially the prev emperor's godson, as well as a previously close confidante of helian yi himself. the white silk was regarded as a privileged, dignified means of offing someone. helian yi is perfectly within social acceptability to do this to beiyuan with the pretext of beiyuan's disgrace. but it would be pushing the boundaries for the good and just emperor to suddenly have one of his top advisors and members of high nobility brutally killed like a common criminal. he could probably do it, but it would reflect on him and his reputation too. he could do it in secret, but would have to cover up the disappearance of a prominent court figure. it just makes sense to use the white silk as the neatest, most acceptable legal justice channel here. maintain emotional detachment, be polite, everybody's honor gets honored and such.

so that's the ted talk. theres even some beautiful fanart on here of white-haired first life beiyuan holding the white silk! he wasn't tortured or outright executed, and he chose to obey rather than escape or fight the false claims of treason even though his friend tried to give him the only out he could manage. to interpret things differently really skews the character motivations and plot for everyone- beiyuan, zishu, helian yi- in a way that warps the story out of believability, imho.

#gently and lovingly nailing my opinions to the fandom's front door <3 #minor qi ye spoilers obv #i think i spent upwards of 3 hours on this draft so believe me this is 10 percent salt and 90 percent love #i wouldnt call this a common misconception either but every time i do see it i have to go walk around the room #i love to think about first life and i love to think about murderbros so. inbox open #qi ye #and thank u to my enablers u know who you are!!#qy meta

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quietwingsinthesky · 3 months

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Hello I would like to request #67 Domestic Fluff please 🥺💕

i gift you silly samifers in these trying times <3

There is an archangel in Sam's laundry.

Fresh laundry, thankfully, newly dried. That does not negate the fact that Lucifer is currently on top of it and hindering any of Sam's attempts to get it sorted and folded away. Sam sighs.

"Any time you feel like moving," he says, nudging Lucifer's side. Lucifer hums, stretches, and helpfully rolls onto… more of Sam's laundry. He does actually open his eyes to look at Sam now. Progress is progress. He looks as lazy and pleased with himself as the cat that's got the cream.

"It's warm," he says by way of explanation for why Sam's not allowed to put his shirts away. Sam does manage to rescue a pair of socks out from under Lucifer's leg. Lucifer pouts at him for it, like Sam is being cruel and cold and withholding something Lucifer needs to survive.

Sam looks at the socks he's holding and then back at Lucifer, eyes slightly narrowed in consternation.

"You could be helping me," Sam tells him. Lucifer could, technically, have all of Sam's laundry and more done with barely a blink of power. It's probably not a great idea in the long run to encourage that abuse of grace, but Sam's willing to let it slide, especially when the other option is usually that he has to do chores after a hunt, exhausted and aching. What's the point of having an archangel obsessed with you if you won't even make him clean the bed sheets?

"Yes," Lucifer agrees. He proceeds to not be helpful.

"By folding things," Sam suggests. Lucifer picks up a spare shirt, holds it in the air over himself, and then brings it close to bury his face in instead of folding. He makes a happy noise, presumably at how warm it still is, fresh out of the dryer, and because it's Sam's, reason enough for Lucifer to treat it like archangel catnip.

Sam plucks the shirt out of his hands. Lucifer whines at him.

"You tried to end the world once," Sam reminds him, without any heat behind it. He just feels like it's something they should both keep in mind now that Lucifer's main hobbies seem to be bothering Sam and touching all of his things.

"And I'm doing much better now," Lucifer says. He looks longingly at the shirt Sam took from him that Sam now has folded and ready to be put in a drawer. Sam is not going to give in to him. The shirt goes where it's supposed to, and Lucifer huffs. "You aren't even enjoying this. Why can't I have them?"

"Because if I don't do it immediately, I'm never going to do it, and the laundry will just sit there-" Sam's halfway through speaking when Lucifer grabs his arm and yanks him down onto the bed with him amongst the warm clothes. Sam flails, but Lucifer lays on top of him, sighing happily.

Sam reluctantly gives in.

It is kind of nice, he has to admit.

#ask #spn #samifer #sam winchester #lucifer spn #fanfiction #this is so. so silly. askljdalkjd #i am perhaps very a little tired and that is affecting my writing

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Kitten (R.L)

Warning(s); Smut! (piv sex),masterbation (F),rough sex,hair pulling,dumbifaction kink,massive voice kink,controlled orgasms,breeding kink,pet play?,marking kink,daddy kink, slight drugging (catnip) + more!

Pairing(s); Remus Lupin x Cat hybrid! Girlfriend.

Summary; Bratty kitty is a bad Kitty.

A/n; yk…lowkey wanna be a cat rn

Divider by @firefly-graphics <3

You laid out in your boyfriends bed,rolling around on his bed as you rubbed his smell on you and your smell into his bed. Your ears perked up at the sound of the dorm door opening and your tail swayed a bit faster. “Daddy!” You said sitting up on your knees and bouncing as you saw remus walk inside “ah,hi kitty. What’re you doin?” He asked and you smiled reaching out for him. His eyes glanced down to the mess that was his bed. “Kitten.” He called in a warning tone.

Your tail stopped swaying and dropped onto the bed “what’ve I said about rolling on my bed?” Your face fell into a pout “but daddy’s been gone for so long and I-” “kitten, I asked you a question. Answer it.” You mewled and looked down “you said not to roll on it” you admitted in defeat “Mhm, I did.” You glanced up at him now that he was standing in front of you and next to his bed.

“Jus’ missed daddy” you whimpered and remus lifted your chin up “you still broke the rules kitty,you can’t disobey me like that. You understand?” You nodded as his thumb softly stroked your cheek perking your tail back up to slowly sway back and forth over his bed. “I’m sorry daddy” Remus lifted his other hand to pet your head,fingers running around your ears making you jolt and press your thighs together. “Daddy…” you whined hands pawing at his chest, he was quick to hold your wrists and take them off him.

“Didn’t say you could touch kitty,now behave. I’d hate to have to turn my good girls bum red.” Your squeezed your thighs together at the thought. “Gonna shower, promise to be a good kitty?” You nodded and he smiled pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving.

You waited until you heard the shower water start to shift on his bed. You laid down on your back your head on his pillow as you were quick to pull your skirt up pushing your fingers around your panties and pulling them off. You were quick to work your fingers inside you, remus took long showers so you weren’t even concerned about being caught.

It took a matter of minutes for your orgasm to rush over your fingers. After coming to you heard the water click off and you were quick to grab your panties tugging them back on. You fixed your skirt and knelt back down on his bed facing the door just as it opened. You smiled up at your boyfriend “you’re such a good girl.” His praise was sending heat back into your core.

His hair was still damp when he leaned down to kiss you,stands sticking to his forehead made you smile. “Scoot.” He said and you shuffled back giving him room to lay down. He pulled you to his chest your back resting against his chest as he nuzzled into your hair. “You always smell so sweet,like honey” you blushed and smiled purring as you felt his hand stroke your hip. Your tail was swaying against his chest urging him to chuckle, he reached out grabbing the base of your tail and yanking. You yelped and jumped forward as pleasure shot through your body. Remus smirked “meanie.” You huffed ears pressing against your head as his fingers rubbed around the base of your tail pushing mewls from you.

“Sound so pretty, kitty.“ you squirmed feeling that same fire electing in your lower tummy. You were so dazed you didn’t even feel his fingers dipping into your underwear until it was too late. It was like time froze the second you heard the wet smear of his fingers through your folds and you knew,you’d been caught. You squirmed more trying to get up before he could pin you down but it was too late. The arm that your head was resting on tightened around your neck,his forearm pressing down on your throat.

“What’s this?” He asked pulling his fingers back and scissoring them out to show your juices link the two,both slick with your cum. “I don’t know…” you whined and remus flexed his arm choking you harsher. You let out a heaved breath. “Don’t play dumb kitty,you know what this is.” “Then why ask?” You snapped back and remus raised his brow. “Excuse me?” You huffed “why ask? It’s cum,my cum. It comes out of me when I orgasm…didn’t…didn’t you take sex Ed? Or are you just dumb, daddy” you knew you were pushing way too far.

Remus growled in your ear before he flipped you over landing you on your stomach. He didn’t say anything just reached under your skirt a ripped your panties at the seams. You mewls your tail falling down to cover yourself as your ears pressed flat against your head. “Kitty, move your tail.” He warned and you whined. “No, you’ll be mean to me” you said over your shoulder. “I will yank your pretty tail so Fucking hard you see stars, now move. It.” You shook your head.

Remus sighed “you know,you’re such a good kitty” you felt him get up and looked behind you as he walked over to his wardrobe. “You deserve a treat” he said and your ears perked up your tail slowly relaxing away from you. Your eyes widened the second you caught whiff of the herb. “Daddy! Want it!” You flipped back over sitting up on your knees. “Yeah? You’ll be good for me?” You nodded eagerly and he dipped the tip of his finger into the small bag it picking up barely anything but that was enough.

You opened your mouth immediately and he let you suck it off his fingers. By the time he returned from putting it up you were already gone. Your eyes were dilated and you were pawing at your shirt feeling too confined in it. “Daddy..!” You whimpered “help!” Remus smiled “apologize to daddy first sugarpea” you whined. “M’so sorry daddy. ‘Was a bad girl” he nodded humming. “What’d you do that was bad kitty?” “I touched myself without daddy’s permission.” “Yeah? And why’s that a bad thing?” Remus was smug by now,knowing he would always always win against you.

“Because I belong to daddy and my pussy is daddy’s too.” Remus finally helped you tug your shirt off as you mumbled soft thank you’s. “Gonna let daddy fuck you?” You nodded “yeah! Wanna…wanna ride daddy” “Awwh…kitty..” he shook his head his hand softly holding your chin. “You think this is about you? No, no no. This is about me okay?” His grip tightened as he jerked you towards his face “this about me and my pleasure,you already came.” You whined and a sharp slap was sent through your face. “Dont you Fucking whine. You did this to yourself kitty,now turn around and present yourself to me” you huffed but complied. You got on all fours and pressed your shoulders down in the mattress you back arching as your ass was raised into the air.

“Good girl” he cooed. You were completely spaced out not even taking in your surroundings just focused on how fuzzy your brain felt and the pang of arousal shooting through you every few seconds. You gasped feeling him press straight into your heat, all in one thrust. “See, this feels better then your fingers right kitty?” You nodded “too bad you don’t get to cum” he started thrusting after that. Long,deep,quick thrusts you whined knowing he was just focusing on getting himself finished as quick as possible.

“Poor thing…see if you didn’t act like a bitch in heat you’d get to feel a lot better. Just my dumb like cumslut,isn’t that right kitty?” You nodded whining “gonna be my good little pet from now on?” You nodded once more and remus chuckled “you take it so well kitty, you make daddy feel so good” he smiled when your tail hooked around his waist at his praise.

Remus flipped you over and he smiled seeing the far away look in his eyes knowing you probably didn’t hear a thing he just said. He was quick to continue his thrusts watching as you got further and further away from here. Remus lost it completely as he spilled his seed inside you filling you right up. “Perfect little pet” he mumbled mostly to himself but he still caught the small smiled that appeared on your face at the praise.

Remus cleaned the both of you up as he waited for the catnip to wear off. He slipped one of his sweaters on you holding you to his chest as you dozed in and out. You purred as he ran his fingers through your hair making him smile, he kissed your forehead softly giving you the time you need to recover.

You blinked your eyes awake not sure what time it was just that it was night. You glanced over seeing remus asleep next to you and you shifted seeing the red numbers of his clock.

3:26 am

You sighed and rubbed at your eyes you were immediately overwhelmed by the scent of your boyfriend only then realizing you had his sweater on. You whined feeling your body heat up you pawed at remus’ chest mewling. “Baby it’s too early go back to bed!” He rolled over and you whined louder pawing at his back and shoulder now.

“Princess what is wro-” remus finally sat up enough to see you his eyes focusing in you. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes dilated to just black pupils. “Awh did your heat hit you baby?” He asked and you mewled leaning over to gently lick at his lips, you continued your small little licks down his jaw and to his neck where you sunk your teeth into his neck. “It’s okay kitty don’t worry daddy is right here and he’ll help” you nodded and smiled dreamily at him.

“What is you want? You know you have to use your big girl words honey” you nodded “want daddy!” You said and remus chuckled “where?” “Inside me!” You added and he hummed “why?” You furrowed your brows at all his questions. “Want daddy’s cum….wanna be all filled up with daddy so everyone knows he’s mine.” “Awh how sweet my cute little kitty” you purred at his praise. He pushed you back into the mattress

“don’t worry baby daddy’s gonna make sure you’re nice and filled up. Pump you so full of me you’ll leak it for weeks okay? Just be a good little dumb kitty for me and take all daddy gives you”

#fem reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin #remus x you #remus x y/n #Remus Lupin X hybrid reader #marauders era #the marauders x you #marauders x reader #young remus lupin #young remus x reader #young remus imagine #young remus x y/n

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