#Cat Peeing Jealous

[waywardangel-wilds]

things that Katniss would do after or during the growing together era that just make her the adorable person she is:

1. Insists on being in the hospital room while they reset Peeta’s dislocated arm. Refuses to look at him or the doctors or the arm. Hums to try and not hear the horrible sounds. Hears them anyway.

2. Refuses to take pills unless someone uses extreme means (Peeta: begging. Haymitch: glares).

3. Irrationally jealous of the good relationship Haymitch and her cat end up developing.

4. Cannot do the I shower you pee thing or I brush my teeth you pee thing with Peeta for a laughably long time.

5. Sometimes forgets she’s eavesdropping in the bakery and inserts her opinion.

6. Phone calls to make sure Peeta got home. Still.

7. Somehow forgets she’s famous. Is taken aback by the reactions of strangers during large events.

8. Calls Johanna in a motherly worry way despite being younger than her. Also calls to shoot the shit.

9. Once forgot to tell Peeta she was going to sleep in the woods for a hunt and nearly scared him to death.

10. Complains that things are going “too far” to her circle when she needs an archer’s license because Panem is being lawful and responsible y’all. Is secretly okay with it.

11. Has a lot of ridiculous redneck/small town girl moments like saying the new streetlights are too damn big city and complaining about random practical changes. Since when have we needed an intersection???

12. Is deeply offended by the existence of hipsters who think the poverty aesthetic is cool.

13. Got really giddy that one time Peeta nudged her while they were in bed and asked if she wanted to go downstairs to eat a slice of cake instead of going to sleep. It’s their house, they make the rules!

14. Thinks insurance is stupid and tells the salesman who tries to push it on her at the bakery one day. Bluntly.

[mommypieck]

𑄽୧ mutual masturbation with yuuji𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 13: touch me please!!!

✿ aged up!yuuji itadori x jealous!reader

✿ warnings: masturbation, fingering, jerking off

You and Yuuji have been best friends ever since you were little. He was always the bubbly golden retriever, and you were his shy black cat. he always stood by you when you were little, and he always stands by you now.

"And then she asked for my number," he exclaims, showing his hands all around. His smile is bright, and you're happy for him. He's so delighted that a girl hit on him for the first time. But there's something inside of you, that tells you it shouldn't be that way.

"What do you think of her?" Yuuji asks, almost breaking your nose with his phone. The girl in the picture is pretty, but you feel like Yuuji could get someone even prettier. For example, you think you are way cuter than that girl.

"Do you think I could lose my virginity to her?" The questions throw you off guard. Of course, you know that Yuuji is a virgin, but you didn't think he would lose it to someone he just met.

"Maybe we can practice," you mutter shyly, you don't want him to go and fuck some other girl. He kissed you when you were little, and even though you're both adults now, you can still feel that kiss on your lips

"Like to have sex?" he asks you, his eyes wide. You snort at him, "Of course not sex, but you probably don't know where the clit is."

He almost looks offended by your statement. Of course, he knows where the clit is, he thinks to himself. Gojo told him it was another name for the pee hole.

"You can just teach me a bit," you tell him, looking at him skeptically. His face suddenly turns serious, and you can see the wheels turning in his head.

"Okay." he breathes into your ear.

"Is this okay?" he asks, his hand traveling up your skirt. He almost whines when his fingers meet the warmth of your pussy. Yuuji rubs you over your panties, he's inexperienced, but he thinks he has an idea of what he's doing. You let out a surprised moan when he finds your clit.

"Did I find it?" he shoots you a teeth-full smile. You nod, he, in fact, found it so quickly. he hooks his fingers on the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs. It's awkward with you sitting next to him, but he managed to do it.

"Oh my god." he moans, staring wide-eyed at your pussy. You want to slap him at that moment.

"What's the matter?" you ask him as you bite your lip.

"It's my first time seeing real pussy." he confesses, making you roll your eyes. You open your legs a bit more for him to get a better look, earning a whine from him.

"Do you want to touch me too?" he asks you, grabbing the tent in his pants and shoving it in your direction. You nod shyly, unable to look at him.

Your hand reaches out to cup him over his own hand, moving your hand with his own. he pulls down his pants, giving him a perfect view of the bulge in his boxers. You suppose he's big even though you have never seen a dick before.

Your hand slides into his boxers, fingers just gazing against his hard-on. You feel the veins on his dick under your fingers flexing. Your hand finds his tip, and you cringe at the slimy precum on the top.

He pulls his boxers down, finally revealing the hard-on you were playing with. You shut your lips shut, he's so pretty. He's pretty pink with his tip being a bit darker than the rest.

Your body shuffles closer to his, and you lay your head on his shoulder. Your hand cups his dick again, and you wrap your fist around him. Yuuji moans, and you can't help but think about how perfectly he fits in your hand.

While you're occupied with studying his cock, his own hand finds your pussy again. He tries to look for your clit again, and after a few swipes, he finds it again.

You lay side by side, your hand on his cock while he is between your legs. Both of you don't say anything. The only sounds are heavy breathing and moans and whines.

His fingers tease your opening, collecting all your juices on his digits. You jump a little at his gesture, closing your legs around his hand.

"Come on, let me touch you inside," he whines, pulling your legs apart so he can touch you again. You shake his head, there is no way you are gonna let him finger you.

"I'm gonna give you a kiss if you let me put fingers inside." Yuuji offers you, and your ears perk up. Maybe if he kisses you, he's gonna forget all about that other girl. You think for a moment before pecking his lips in a quick kiss, catching him off guard. He smiles at you, and he plants a kiss into your hair.

He carefully pushes one of his fingers inside, making you wince in pain. even just one digit is too big for you. Your hand speeds on his cock, trying to find some distraction from his hand. You have to agree that his finger doesn't feel as bad inside of you. It's a bit strange, but the spot he massages makes you see stars.

His whole palm is pressed against your pussy, adding pressure on your clit while he discovers your insides.

You can feel his twitching in your hand, indicating he's super close. Your focus is set on his cock, you wanna see how it looks when he cums. You grip him a little tighter, jerking him faster. It takes a few tugs before he's cumming all over your hand.

His hand between your legs doesn't stop, in fact, it gets rougher, trying to bring you to your orgasm too. Your stomach feels weird, and your whole body tenses as you cum. Your body jerks on its own as you ride out your orgasm.

You don't realize you closed your eyes until you see him smiling up at you. He looks like an angel, his eyes screaming a worried look.

"Did you like it?" he asks you, making you hide your face in the crook of his neck. He can feel your hot cheeks telling him that you did.

"I am not gonna answer that girl. I liked being like this with you."

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[nachtai-ish]

Grown People Business

pairing: black!femalereader x Terry Richmond

mentions of: a child (idk having a child might be triggering for some folks), mutual verbal abuse, cancer, cloaked mention of abortion. non-canon, terry might be ooc.

notes: despite the above mentions....it's not a dark story.

                Your son was bouncing his knee, holding the football just under his little puffy jacket covered arms. Well, at least you thought he was bouncing his knee. Every time you would slide a look over to him, he would suddenly look very still and solemn. Serious, as if he was really contemplating the lyrics of Kokomo by The Beach Boys. You hid your giggle and continued humming along to the radio.

“Did you have fun at your dads?” You asked sliding another look at your son.

He nodded, as a smile appeared again. “So much fun. Me and Keke, and JoJo ate sundaes and we watched the football game on thanksgiving. Aunt Allison had some wine and she was dancing and she asked me to dance you know I had to show her how we do it now. You old people-“

“Old?” You scoffed. “Boy, who you think taught you those moves?”

“Old people. Anyway, we had so much fun. Christine bought me a ball and daddy and me, daddy and I, threw the ball so much. He said I have a good arm.”

You rolled your eyes and took a right at the red light. Yohan would not put football dreams in your son’s head but you couldn’t shake the joy out of his eyes. “Oh is that right. What about that book report?”

And there was the silence. You shook your head and chuckled. “…Cat got your tongue?”

“I forgot. But I can do it tonight. We still got the weekend.”

“Uh huh.” You shook your head again and pulled into your parking space in front of your town home. And suddenly your son was reaching for the door handle, rushing like he had to go to the bathroom.

“Slow down, what you got to pee?” You knew exactly what he was rushing for.

“I want to show Terry my new ball and see if he wants to see how I throw.” He nearly slammed the door hard enough to break the window. You laughed exasperated and your son’s energy.

“He might not be home Marcus.” You got out of the car yourself, straightening your slightly off-ivory sweater. Your words didn’t stop him from ringing the doorbell, bouncing on his toes. No more than a minute later, the door opened and Terry was standing at the door, bright smile on his face and blue eyes trained on your son.

It was enough to make you melt right on the asphalt you were standing on in the 55-degree weather.

“Marc, my man. Dang, you were gone like two months.” Terry said clapping hands with the much shorter boy, and then squatting to give him a hug. “How was your thanksgiving?”

Marc shrugged, and you rolled your eyes. Boys. “It was alright.” He said, voice suddenly calm conveying indifference.

“Just alright? What the macaroni wasn’t good?” He looked at Marcus then, eyes scanning his face quickly and then he looked over at you, concern in his eyes.

“He good?” He seemed to say, just with a slight shifting of his eyebrows.

You clutched your purse to your stomach, shaking your head and shrugging with a smirk on your face.

“Oh I see, you trying not to make me jealous cause you know I sat here and had a pot pie for dinner.” He shoved him a little and then looked down at the football in his hand. “What’s that?”

“Football, my dad’s fiancé got it for me. You want to see me throw it?”

“You ask your mom?” Terry looked at you then, and Marcus’ face soon followed, his face pleading with you to be cool and say yes.

“It’s cold.” You said, needling him a little bit.

“Ma, please.” He begged.

“Fine, but book report right after. And put your gloves on.” You said grabbing his suitcase out of the backseat.

“Aww Ma-

“Hey, football players wear them too. You want your fingers to be frozen and you mess up the throw? Do what your mom says.” Terry said, his deep voice gentle.

“You right Terry.”

You rolled your eyes again, and closed the backseat. “Of course, listen to Terry. Not your dear old ma, who only was in labor with you for 6 whole h-“

“Alright ma, we’ll be in the backyard.” Marcus walked into Terry’s house, knowingly heading straight for the back door that led to your shared backyard space.

“He a trip I swear.” Terry laughed. “You need help with that?”

“It’s just one suitcase. I’m not fragile.” You stood at your door looking over at Terry fiddling with your keys.

Terry smirked, “Never said you were. Just offering. …How was your thanksgiving? I didn’t see you.” He leaned against his doorframe. His eyes shifted a little lower. You ignored the rumbling in your lower half.

“I went out.”

“With who?” His voice was slightly deeper, his eyes snapped back on your face.

You chuckled looking up at the sky for help. Something, anything that would stop the tingles in your lower half. “30 minutes Terry. Have my child back in my house in thirty minutes.” And with that you walked in your home and closed the door, safe and away from blue eyes and pheromones.

                You sat at your dining room table, windows facing the backyard open so you could see Marcus and Terry throwing the ball back and forth. Your laptop was open in front of you and the grading software had been idling for 20 minutes now as you watched the ball go back and forth. Terry’s form was impeccable, but you knew that. You knew that when he moved in.

Before Terry, there was Mrs. Mable. Mrs. Mable was a sweet older white woman who had moved into the town home after her husband had passed from cancer. She had lived in some big house about 20 minutes away, but once her husband died, she couldn’t stand the silence. When you moved into the Town home, she had been so excited, bringing over cookies and making sure that you knew exactly what school to enroll Marcus into. In the two years that you were neighbors, she had become a sort of surrogate aunt, even watching Marcus during moments where you needed to run out for whatever reason. When her daughter had another baby, she decided to move in with her to help and suddenly the Town home was empty.

Enter Terry.

You hadn’t even seen him look at the place. Only saw the moving van pull up and him, green shirt and tan cargo pants, moving his boxes in all by himself. He didn’t have much but what he did have, he moved efficiently and quickly. You knew he was a force when he picked up an armchair sofa by himself and moved it into his home…almost with no sweat. You noticed the trails of it running down his thick neck.

“Jesus.” You mumbled, hand clutching at your own neck.

“I think he needs help.” Marcus, six then, said. He was sitting at the door, putting on his little sneakers in a hurry.

“And you’re going to help him?” You smirked, watching your child spring into action.

“Yeah, I helped Mrs. Mable move her stuff in the van.”

“So, you’re a pro at it.”

“Duh, mommy.” He opened the door and you followed him, standing on your stoop as your son traveled the few feet over to the new neighbor. You leaned on your door frame, admiring the neighbor from behind as he walked into the moving truck, not even noticing the little 3 foot moving professional walking behind him.

“Can I help?” Marc asked after a moment of standing just at the edge of the truck.

There was a little pause and then a voice, “Uh…yeah you can…but where’s your mom and dad? They know you out here?”

“Ma’s right there. She said it’s okay.” Marcus pointed at you then and a face looked out of the side of the truck. Your inhale was sharp.

His face was devastating. Big features, big lips, wide nose, big blue eyes. On someone else it could be cartoonish, but on him it was almost movie star handsome.

“Damn…” You couldn’t help but say. Fuck, I hope he didn’t hear that.

He grinned slightly, and waved at you. “Hey, I’m Terry. Is it cool if your boy helps me?”

You nodded, your sanity coming back to you. “It’s…it’s cool. But if he breaks anything, just remember you said it was okay for him to help.” You joked and then cursed. Probably not a good idea to tell your neighbor that your son was a little destructive.

Terry laughed; it wasn’t a belly laugh but it was enough to brighten his face. “I won’t sue you. No worries.” He held out his hand for Marcus and helped him onto the truck. “Grab those lamps for me.”

“Be careful Marc.” You shouted.

“I am!” He shouted back, making Terry chuckle again.

You spent at least an hour and 30 minutes sitting on your stoop watching Terry and Marcus pull things off the truck. And during that time, you got a good look at Terry. He had to be at least 6’1 maybe more, and he was broad shouldered. His posture was ram-rod straight like he had been in the military or something. He answered Marcus’ questions calmly, like they had all the time in the world. Like he had no issue with answering the inane questions of a 6-year-old. He was not annoyed and if he was, he was amazing at hiding it.

You were watching them; they had stopped so Marcus could show Terry a Pokemon card he had gotten in a trade. Terry was squatted low to look at the card, giving it all the attention in the world as Marcus explained all of its features. You had urged Marcus to stop holding the man up, but Terry encouraged him to tell him more about the card, making Marcus even more excited.

“He good mama.” He looked at you, eyes focused on yours, voice still calm. Your son was not bothering him. He looked at him then, “I want to know what Bulbasaur does.”

Your stomach clenched. Oh god. You could not sleep with this man. You could not sleep with this man because she showed your son decency. Your phone rang in your pocket then, and the name on the screen made you drier than the Sahara Desert.

Yohan.

You stood up then, going to the furthest corner of your stoop. You didn’t turn your back on the two, but you did turn a little for privacy.

“Hey. What’s up?”

A pause. “I can’t get him this weekend.”

“Yohan, what the fuck. It’s your weekend. You said you were going to take him to the fair.”You kept your voice down as much as possible, not wanting to alarm Marcus.

“…I gotta work. I know what I said. I told you I’m trying.”

“You always say you have to work but then you end up in the fucking club with girls all over you.” You turned then facing away from the men who now were moving a table, Terry was of course doing most of the lifting. “Nigga, I always have to cover for you. I’m tired of lying to my son cause you don’t want to be a father.” You whispered.

“Who said I didn’t want to be a father? I’m fucking telling the truth. I don’t have to lie to your ass. I have to work. Put my son on the phone.”

You looked back and gasped. Terry was watching you, concern on his face. Marcus was heading towards the moving van, not a care in the world. You forced a grin and nodded. You were okay. Terry stood there for another second, before nodding once and walking towards the moving van.

You let out the breath you were holding and focused on the phone.

“Did you hear me Y/N? Put Marc on the phone.”

“No.” You simply said. “He’s busy.”

Another pause and then a chuckle. “…I am not doing this with you. Put my son on the phone.”

“I said no.” You were being unreasonable, sure but this man was always doing this shit and you had enough. “You are not about to feed my son no bullshit so you can feel better about what you’re doing.”

“What you want me to send you the schedule? I got to work. Fuck! This is why I left your ass-“

“Left me? Nigga I threw that ring and your fucking shit to the left-“

“-You don’t trust me.”

“Oh, cause you gave me so many reasons to trust you.” You laughed. “There was Brenda, Latisha, Linda, Felicia, about three Kims’-“

He chuckled, “What you DMX now? Fuck this, I’ll tell Allison to come pick my son up since you want to be stupid-“

You rolled your eyes, “You tell Allison if she steps her drunk ass on my porch, it’ll be the last thing-“

“Mommy.”

You stopped immediately, straightening up and wiping your eyes. You didn’t even know you had starting to cry. “Hey, you done?” You said turning around when you were straight.

“I just gotta pee, and you’re in front of the door.” Marcus was crossed leg and shifting.

You laughed. “My bad, go. And wash your hands.” You called after him.

You sighed when he was out of sight and put the phone back on your ear. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Good… So stop being stupid, and just be reasonable.”

“I’m taking you to court. Bye Yohan.” You hung up the phone, and turned it completely off, sitting on the stairs and putting your head in your hands. Your eyes wet your hands, but you were not crying. You would not cry anymore.

After a moment, there was movement next to you, and then warmth. You looked to the side and Terry was there, silent, not looking at you. Just there. It was oddly comforting although he was a stranger.

You chuckled, “You heard all of that?”

He shrugged and shook his head, “Heard what? …I’m just resting.” He said, still not looking at you. You shook your head.

“On my porch?”

“I’m tired. My porch is like…all the way over there.” He gestured to the right of you. “I’ve been moving all day.”

“Right.” You sniffed in, wiping your eyes. “I could spit the distance between your porch and mine.”

“1. That’s impressive. 2. Doesn’t mean I want to walk it.” He grinned then. “Let me rest, mama.”

“Fine, only because I know you’re tired.” You stood up. “And don’t call me mama. I’m not your mama.”

“My bad. …what’s your name?” He looked up at you.  “You never told me.”

“It’s Y/n. My name is Y/n.”

                It had been two years since then. And Terry turned out to be a pretty reliable neighbor as well, helping you when your tires were flat. Helping you carry in groceries. And entertaining your son’s every whim, including throwing various balls across your shared backyard.

“And you won’t fuck him why?” Keke said making you snap out of your daze. You were on a zoom call with her while working on your papers you had to finish grading. Keke might have been Yohan’s sister but she was also your friend, your best friend. “I know you ain’t still feenin for Yohan’s ugly ass.”

“Keke, please.” You said laughing. “Don’t nobody want your big head ass brother no more.”

“See that’s what you said before, then six months later there you go waddling around with Marcus in your stomach.” She laughed. “Listen, I love my bookie but I would have.” She made a sucking noise and crossed her hand across her neck. “Immediately. You know what I’m saying.”

“You stupid.”

“For real. Fuck the man. Get it over with. You know you want to. You know you going to. It’s been two years.” She grinned. “I saw how he was looking at you on the fourth. Like he wanted to bend your ass right over on that picnic table. Yes god! I would have LET HIM. You hear me?”

“Keisha.”

“I’m for real. I know he fuck good. When he over you with all that weight, and he-“ She clapped her hands in a rhythm that reminded you of an intense session of love making. “You can grab onto all that back he got and just let go. Just EXHALE GIRL. Woosah bitch.”

“Keisha.”

“I know he gone talk you through it too. …you gotta tell me all about it. Or hell move out the way and I’ll give it a go.”

“You’re married.” You nearly laughed but kept it in.

“Damn you right.-“

You laughed then.

“You gotta do it, for the both of us.”

“You don’t sleep where you…well sleep. He’s my neighbor and if things get messy, then I can’t escape it.”

And things always found a way of being messy with you. There was the guy from the supermarket, no you didn’t heed the warning that Troy shouted up at Robin in Waiting to Exhale, nor the warning from the cannibal movie from Hulu. He ended up having a girlfriend, who would go on to flatten your tires.

And then there was Kevin, the principal from your son’s school. You had only gone on one date with him, and it was HORRIBLE. So bad that you blocked him, and now ignore him at PTA meetings. And then there was…

Damn, maybe it was you.

“Yall are grown. If you tell him, hey big fine 6’3 ass man-

“He’s not 6’3.”

“Oh bitch, he’s 6’3. I know a tall nigga when I see one. Anyway, if you just tell the man, hey I just want to fuck…no strings, I know he’ll be cool with it.”

“I’m not a hoe, Keisha.”

“Who said you was! This is grown people business. Grown! If you set expectations in the beginning then no one gets hurt. Grown People business girl. Now…what you waiting for?”

You looked out the window, Terry and Marcus was still playing outside, neither one of them minding your 30 minute instruction that you had given earlier but you weren’t mad. It made you feel warm inside that your son trusted Terry so much, and that Terry was so warm to your son.

“Keisha…I don’t know.” You still were looking outside when Terry looked back at you too. He grinned, and you smiled. Someone could end up hurt…and more than likely it would be you.

“Girl…I told you. Set expectations up front, get what you want and if you don’t want it no more….no hard feelings. Grown.-“

You nodded, deciding to yourself.

“Grown people business.” -----

a/n: i don't know. this should be a series...but I'm not good at finishing stuff, so no promises. i hope you all enjoyed it. mwah. i can't remember the last time i wrote lol, so yeah...

[godhandler]

seeing you doomscroll at 2am

nanami would be slightly worried, telling you to think of your health and maintain proper sleep schedules (he is a big fat hypocrite because why is he up at 2am doing paperwork). "if you have time to watch asmr cooking videos you better use it productively, honey." he won't actually nag tho because nanami of all people gets that adult life is hard, if these silly videos make you feel a little happy who is he to deny you that? would offer to work in bed so that he can be near you while also making sure that you do sleep.

gojo is probably working hard mid-mission or creating lesson plans lol. at this point in life he doesn't actually know what time people are supposed to sleep. "ooh, im jealous~ send me any fun reels if you find them, 'kay?" if he has no mission (once in a millenia), he's doomscrolling alongside you, pushing his phone in your face now and then to show you smn like 'cat falls from 10th floor, lands on feet!' or a insta post of a woman in a bikini - 'see that would look good on you. or me. we're good looking <3'

shoko wouldn't know. she's dead to the world the second her exhausted and overworked head hits the pillow. she'd put the pieces together when you're still sleeping the next day till noon with your glasses on and phone in hand. wouldn't care that much tbh. chill girlfriends fr.

toji sees you scrolling in the dark when he wakes up at night to pee, will poke his head in to see judge your the kinda shit you waste time on. "the hell are those white boys putting cat ears on for?" or "how many times are ya gonna watch jay park shake ass?" or "tumblr. loser." toji probably pees at 2-3 times per night. idk why. i just know.

kamo doesn't doomscroll. he just doesn't. thinks it's a nasty childish habit, like vaping or interacting with tiktok in any form. pre getting kicked out the clan, i think it would genuinely lower his opinion of you a bit. it's like, he doesn't want himself or his significant other to be that kind of person who doomscrolls till late and sleeps thru work/classes next morning like a slob. post, he wouldn't like it but he can shrug it off. as long as you still wake up on time next morning.

sukuna "this is so stupid. your recommendations suck. you should watch more educational informative videos, news and shit, learn a language instead of wasting your time like this. egirls are ugly."- all while watching your phone with his head over your shoulder. he has opinions on every reel you watch and will make himself heard.

higuruma "what's doomscroll?" this man is pushing 40 and is an introvert. his knowledge of social media is liking his friends' throwback pics on facebook. he'd be interested if you're shopping online, "love, can you order my woollen socks too? please make sure they cover the ankle and isn't more than 30% polyester. thanks, love." but otherwise he's a big 'phones at night harm your brain' kinda guy.

nobara, yuji, megumi all three forward each other reels on a LINE group chat named smn stupid that yuji and nobara agreed upon after much debate, like 'three musketeers (in english to be fancy)' or 'nobara and the dwarves' or 'diaper gang 😛'. yuji sends stuff he thinks others would like (baby duck vids). nobara sends stuff she likes (xiaohongshu fashion inspo). megumi doesn't reply or send much of anything, will leave the group if the other send too much brainrot content but they keep adding him back in. megumi watches mostly reels talking about recent discoveries in outer space and those carpentry videos where the wood just perfectly slides into place and locks together.

choso is a complete phone addict. see he initially didn't understand a lot of human society stuff so he just googled everything he didn't get cuz he's a proud man who doesn't want to bother people with his questions and ended developing a social media addiction lol. types super fast. knows every trending trend on every sm even though he doesn't post anything. he's doomscrolling harder than you.

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

This morning I said goodbye to my childhood dog, Kody. He was 18 years old. He was my baby. My best friend. My whole heart. I love him so much.

I remember the first time we met Kody at the animal shelter. He was actually named Tyra then because the staff had thought he was female. Then the first thing he did in our meet-n-greet was try to pee on my brother's leg, and the staff member with us at the time was like, "oops I think this may be a boy actually." So of course we had to take him. When my dad was signing the adoption forms, the desk person asked what he wanted to rename "Tyra" to since "Tyra" was actually a boy. My dad, put on the spot, just went, "uhhhhh Tyrone?" We still laugh about it to this day.

So my dog went from being a Tyra, to a Tyrone, and then to a Kody, because that was the name us kids wanted. I remember the way we thought that name up was because we watched a lot of the Disney show "Suite Life of Zack and Cody" at that time. But we changed the "C" to a "K" because in our kid minds it made the name cooler and more unique.

Kody was a weird little guy. He had a lot of anxiety, which meant he fit right into our family. He didn't get along with many dogs unless they were old and calm and it took him a while to warm up to strangers. When he went on walks, he would have to go and pee on every tree we came across, even though he had nothing left in the chamber and was just doing the motions. He liked to climb on top of the couch and the loveseat and nap there. He liked to nap in warm piles of fresh laundry and patches of sunlight too. We always joked that he acted more like a cat than a dog. When I tried giving him bones or chews, all he'd do was roll on them and then go stuff them under the couch or behind a shelf without chewing them. Actually, Kody was pretty picky with his food in the early days. Maybe because my mom kept giving him table food. But as he got into senior age, he got less picky. Kody also loved getting nightly scratches from my dad. He'd lay in my dad's lap and get so relaxed from the scratching. I'd get a little jealous because I couldn't get Kody to stay in my lap as long as my dad could.

The only command we ever managed to teach Kody was "sit" and he was real good at it if he knew you had a treat in hand. However when he got older and began developing dementia as well as gradually loosing his sight and hearing, he lost the command. The first time I realized he didn't know how to sit anymore, I cried. The first time I realized that Kody didn't know how to wag his tail anymore, I cried. Watching him deteriorate from what he once was, watching the shine in his eyes become dull and cloudy, watching as he gradually lost the ability to do more and more things... it was so painful.

Last night Kody came over to me and laid his head in my lap and fell asleep. It was the first time he had done that in months. I just sat there and pet him and cried. Now I can never pet him or hold him or kiss him on the head again. And it feels so unbearably, unimaginably painful. I can barely comprehend it. It feels like I'm in a nightmare. It feels like my heart's been ripped out of my chest. It feels like a part of my world is ending. But I know I will be okay eventually. I have to be.

Kody, you were a very good boy. The best dog/cat/rat in the world. I'm going to miss hearing your little feet pitter-pattering across the floor. I'll miss your barking when the doorbell rings. Your excited whines in the car. How you would roll on your back for belly rubs. The way you would burrow under the blankets or just shove them around until you made a nest. Your snores and funny twitches when you're deep asleep. How your fur was soft on top your head and then got coarser on your back. How big and round your eyes were. I'm going to miss it all so much. I hope you know how loved you are. And I hope we meet again someday. Thank you for everything, Kody. I love you.

[happybirthdaynoah]

Hiii I'm new to this blog nice to meet you

If I could request a part two on the habit head cannons pleaseeee 🥺

Nice to meet you too!! I'm sort of drained with writing atm but!!! I'll power through for u guys hehehe

MORE HABIT HCS !!!!

While inhabiting Evan's body, he's trained it to eat, sleep, and function like he does in his natural form

I know he probably doesn't have a canonical form, I see him more as a spirit/poltergeist-esque thing... but I imagine it as a giant monster wolf-rabbit thing with a fur pattern colored almost like the Sung Tongs album cover :3

He has a crippling addiction to ice cream, specifically Dairy Queen flurries with the little reeses pieces in them

MAJOR SWEET TOOTH...

Besides eating candy and sweet stuff, he LOVES cup noodles so much, it's his guilty favorite.

His favorite things to steal are just small things that'll make your day inconvenient, like eye contacts, car keys, phone chargers, left shoes, socks, makeup items, and other stuff along the lines.

Here I'll start on more of the selfshipping stuff below!

He will become OBSESSED with you.

And by obsessed, he'll do ANYTHING for you. Anything.

He'll hang around your friends and study their behaviors and weaknesses.

He'll kill your friends if they do you wrong. He will.

He's VERY cat-like!! He'll claw you affectionately and just...stare....at you... (like a kitty :3)

He loves EVERYTHING about you and will put you on a god-complex trip with how much praise he gives you. He wants you to know how much better you are than everyone else.

He loves to listen to you talk, he'll just stare at you while you talk and not say anything, it's just a blank stare.

He'll talk 100% normal around you, like that weird double-warped thing he does.

He'll carry you if you get tired of walking somewhere, Ev's got the muscle for it so he'll use it!

He loves to buy you things, he's the type of guy to go over-the-top with everything, you mention you like flowers and all of a sudden there's a whole ass garden in your backyard..

He steals ALL of your stuff, he basically lives in your house now, or he'll force you to move in with him.

He LOVES seeing you in his clothes. Especially if they're baggy on you

He will call you his little Bunny or other names of the sort, it's his way of being endearing towards you

He loves loves LOVES laying on top of you and looking into your eyes, he won't smile or anything, he'll blank stare you with this BIGGEST pupils...

He loves to ABSOLUTELY smother you while you sleep, he'll hug you all night and WILL NOT let go. (He won't even let you go pee in the middle of the night

He craves your affection 25/8, he's obsessed.

He does this thing when you play with his hair, he'll do a low, repetitive growl, almost like a purring sound :)

He's very touchy with you in public, he wants everyone to know you're his.

He's a very jealous person, if he's super super super obsessed with you, he'll MAKE you cut your friends off. He'll lovebomb you and make you feel guilty for "replacing him"

His favorite type of date is an at-home date, he loves watching movies and eating snacks with you on the living room couch. (If you fall asleep on the couch he'll either throw you over his shoulder and carry you into bed, or fall asleep laying on top of you <3)

[idontknow-andyoudonteither]

Toji the softie

What if Toji actually wasn’t so brutal in bed? What if he was tired of being a big meanie all day and just wanted some softness in his life? And you were the softest person he knew.

“Tojiiiiii! Get off I gotta pee!” You whined, as you tried to push the giant teddy bear off your lap. “Fiiine,” he groaned sitting up slowly, “but I’m cuddling you as soon as you get back!!” You giggled as you got up to go to the restroom. As you walked down the hall you could feel him pouting behind you. “I’ll be quick I promise!” you called as you pulled your pants down. You felt yourself in a good mood, soothed by the cuddle therapy session. You finished up washing your hands just as Toji started grumbling again.

He pulled back the blanket as you tucked yourself back into your little love pouch on the couch. He smiles as you wiggle into place beneath him on the couch. “I’d go crazy without you, you know that?” Toji says as he wraps himself around you and lays his head on your chest. You meet his gaze, and believe every word despite the lack of vulnerability in his eyes. “Well it’s a good thing I’ll always be here.” You say pulling him closer to you and stroking his scar softly with your fingers.

You had been doing this for three weeks now. He wouldn't come over every day, but at least half the week he was there. Cuddling up on the couch with Toji had quickly become a favorite activity for you. You had been hanging out and fell asleep during a shitty movie. Toji was so tired himself, he didn’t mind and decided to join your nap. Ever since he’d text you a couch emoji and you’d hear a knock at the door a couple minutes later. You worked from home so you didn’t mind your downstairs neighbor popping by. Sometimes you would just work and eat snacks while he laid in your lap. He loved head scratches and neck rubs. This of course made your cat jealous, until he too discovered how great Toji was to cuddle with. It was so cute seeing the big scary man cuddled up with a little kitty purring on his chest or lap.

You enjoyed your time together, and it never felt rushed. There was never any pressure to be more than what you were. Just two beings showing each other kindness. “You’re so little and warm.” Toji cooed squishing you harder. “And you’re so big and heavy” you cooed back, squeezing him tighter. Toji reaches for some grapes, and pops one in his mouth. You were watching some comedy, and they were out for a night on the town. As he chews you can feel his muscular jaw moving against your chest. He pops another grape in his mouth and leans up with it between his lips. You look at him and see the first flames of excitement burning in his eyes, as he leans closer touching the grape to your lips.

You touch your lips to his around the grape and he kisses you around it holding it place with his tongue, as his lips rub against yours. He's caught you so off guard you don't even think to reject him, lips softly molding to fit his, as they dance around the sweet grape. While you kiss him back, he pushes the grape further into your mouth, as if paying you for your affection. Once it's all the way in he lays back onto your chest, and you try and calm your heart, because it must be punching him in the head right now.

Voices carried from the TV and Toji laughed with them, but you had no clue what was even on. Toji popped another grape in his mouth and winked at you. He continued to eat, and cuddle you while your mind tried to catch up to what was going on. By the time the movie was finished the grapes were too. Toji squeezed you tight again. "Well I'll be back to bother you tomorrow, I've gotta go work out." He said as he sat up and stretched. "Of course, I'm going to the store in the morning, but afterwards I'll be here." You said as you walked him to the door. Once he left you felt so conflicted. What was that kiss about? Did he really like you? Maybe he just wanted a hook-up? Toji was too tempting for you to ever survive just a "hook- up" with him. UGHH it was only a kiss maybe he didn't even mean it? Maybe he'd never even do it again? Maybe you weren't what he thought you would be?

The next day while grocery shopping you get a text:

Hey you still out at the market?

Yeah what's up?

Grab some more of those grapes :)

Will you eat them all again?

You can have some......... if I can feed them to you.

Suddenly you realized grapes were your new favorite fruit.

*I wanted to write something cute for Toji where he isn't abusing/ assaulting someone, because he fine af and deserves love. Also I think I wanna write things that make people horny, but I don't wanna straight up write porn*

[batsbratsandbarbedwire]

omg plsss write some steddie and/or platonic stobin!!!! my fav tags/themes are getting together, bi steve, gay eddie, wingman robin, steve and robin having no boundaries (and generally being a bonded pair of stray cats that cannot be adopted separately), and dustin/the kids being lil shits /lh

any rating!! (if youre still wanting writing ideas!) :D

Uh yes platonic no boundary stobin and getting together steddie are my favorite things okay. Soooo, it's a 5 and 1 and I'm only halfway through part 3, but proof I'm working on it. I'll post the finished story on ao3, though. Because I got real invested actually.

1.

It’s been 158 days since Steve’s seen Eddie. Not that he’s counting or anything, it’s just that he does that sometimes… he counts. It’s like, well, he can’t help it.

Anyway, it’s been a long time. They have Eddie all holed up in quarantine, something weird in his blood work. They keep saying they don’t really know if it’s safe or, uh, contagious or whatever.

Steve didn’t allow any blood work. But he’d been conscious. His own bat bites taken care of already. Had sat pretty with Eddie’s neat little row of homemade stitches holding him together and hadn’t told anyone else he’d been attacked by the bats. Not if they hadn’t been there to see it. And the party pretty much knew to keep their mouths shut by now, anyway, so.

Not the point.

The point is, it’d be 159 days in a couple hours and Steve missed him. Missed Eddie so aggressively, even though he’d never even known him before spring break.

Count his 2023 bingo card as all fucked and jumbled but, Jesus Christ, they’d gotten close in those 159 days.

Because they could hear each other.

That’s how Steve knew Eddie wasn’t contagious. Either that, or Steve was too, but the two things had to be related, right? And nobody else had really said anything about catching new symptoms, or whatever.

You’re thinking too much, big boy. He heard. Heard in his head. Which had been jarring and weird at first, really, Steve hadn’t ever heard thoughts before. He knew some people did. Robin said he had a thing with a funny A name he could never remember, and that’s why he couldn’t hear his own thoughts, but that everyone else could hear theirs. That other people could even see thoughts in their heads. That sounded maybe a little overwhelming to Steve. Hearing is one thing, but seeing too?

Eddie’s voice was clear as day.

“I can’t help it, I want them to let you out.” Steve said aloud to his empty bedroom. He did that. Tried not to when he wasn’t alone, but, again, the thinking in his head thing wasn’t normal and it confused him a little how it all worked. Still did. Eddie laughed and called it demobat sonar. Seemed really good at using it.

We’re working on it. You need to sleep, sweetheart.

Sweetheart. At least Eddie couldn’t feel his heartbeat.

“Don’t want to,” Steve whispered.

His head reverberated with a soft hum. Something warm and cozy and safe.

Then tell me a secret, baby.

Steve closed his eyes. What secrets did he even have? He didn’t know.

“What kinda secret?” he whispered.

It was like a laugh in his head, something soft. It made Steve smile.

Any kind, Stevie.

Steve’s brain was blank. He blurted out the first thing he remembered he’d never told anyone before. “I peed my pants leaving basketball practice once.”

Hot.

Steve snorted. “Coach wouldn’t let us go.” He shrugged to himself. To his empty room. “Whatever.”

Another hum. Whatever.

“Oh,” Steve said. He focused hard on feelings that he didn't think were his. “Hot? You’re serious?”

A laugh.

“Tell me a secret?” Steve asked.

Eddie didn’t have to think like Steve did. I like when pretty boys pee their pants in my lap.

“Eddie.”

Hm?

“Has that? Have you?”

Has it happened before?

“Yes.”

Once or twice.

“On purpose?”

Another hum. Course.

“Oh.”

Steve didn’t know what else to say. He twisted his fingers in his sheets and turned on his side to bury his face in his pillow.

You’re jealous.

“No,” he whispered. But he was. He felt it low in his gut.

I can feel it, sweetheart.

“I don’t know how you’re so good at controlling it.”

Pretty boys or the connection?

Steve snorted. He had no questions about how easy it might be for Eddie to control boys. “The second one.”

A hum. Maybe the more meat you lose to the beasts the better you are at it. I dunno. You give a little, you get a little.

“You haven’t told anyone, right?”

No.

“Me neither.”

I know, Sweetheart.

“How's your side?”

His voice came through soft, amused still. Same as it was an hour ago.

Steve sighed. “Not healing.”

Healing real slow.

“Allegedly.”

It’s not infected anymore, sweetheart.

“I just miss you.” Steve knew he was pouting, maybe. Was probably supposed to be embarrassed about it somewhere, but he wasn’t. He never was with Eddie, even when he thought he might be or should be.

You’re a dream, baby.

“Mm mm,” Steve hummed. “Real.”

A soft laugh. Kind of low and mellow. Indulgent maybe. I’ll believe it when I see it, sweetheart.

Steve nuzzled his face against his pillow. Three laughs so far, tonight. He felt warm. “I’ll be the first one at your door when they let you out.”

Mm, yeah. That’s how I’ll know it’s real.

“What, you don’t need a tattoo on my forehead or anything?”

The fourth laugh. Maybe on your ass.

Steve smiled into his pillow. “Only if you bend me over and do it yourself.”

Oh, I promise, big boy.

2.

Robin was going on a date. It was a girl from highschool, someone who’d been in Steve’s year, who Robin swore Steve had had at least three classes with, but Steve didn’t recognize her name.

They were going on a picnic somewhere and she was picking Robin up from Steve’s house and Eddie was laughing again.

Robin was panicking. Pacing. Not in a panicky sort of way, but in a goofy nervous sort of way that had Steve rolling his eyes and Eddie whining about tearing his stitches.

“What if she hates me and thinks I talk too much? You know I talk too much. Especially when I’m nervous. And you know I’m nervous. Where the fuck is Munson and his quality weed when you need him?”

A snort here from Eddie himself.

“You’re listening?” Steve whispered.

You’re just so loud sometimes, baby.

“Because you know Kelsey’s shit just isn’t as good. It’s like, if you want half the high for half the time, sure whatever, buy it, but really it’s just a waste of money and it just smells dry. Do you know what dry even smells like, Steve, because it’s not a good smell. Especially not for weed. And he just charges like a little bit more, which, like, I know some people think is worth it because Eddie is scary or whatever. But Eddie has never actually been scary, you know–”

Oh she’s so charming.

“–But people are who people are and. Ugh, this isn’t even the point, Steve. I wish I was high right now, is the point, and then I would be quiet, and then she’d be more likely to actually like me, and then I could go on a second date, maybe. And then I could kiss a girl, Steve. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss a girl? Because it’s been a pretty long time, and I just feel like–”

“Robin?”

She stopped mid step. Almost 253. Shimmied a little in his direction. “Huh?”

“If she only likes you because you don’t talk a lot, then she’s not really worth kissing.”

A hum in his head. Approval.

“You don’t get to decide that Mr. I’ve kissed 87,000 girls and boys in the last three years and who knows how many of them were actually worth it.”

Eddie snorted. Worth it just for how good you’ll be with that mouth, weren’t they?

Steve frowned. Ignored Eddie. “Maybe that’s not really fair, huh?”

“I’m sorry. I’m freaking out. That’s no reason to slut shame you.”

“Oh, thank you.”

How do you feel about that, baby? Slut shaming?

Robin slid up in front of Steve and pressed her forehead to his chin. “She’s so pretty, Steve.”

He wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t remember her.”

“I know.”

I don’t like her tone.

“You’re so nosy,” Steve muttered.

“Hm?” Robin asked.

Eddie laughed.

There was a knock at the door and Robin froze. Finally.

She pulled back to look at Steve's face. “You’ll be here when I get back?”

“Awaiting every sordid detail,” Steve said.

“And you’ll be ready to call if you get my SOS text?”

“Your number’s already dialed and my thumb is hovering over the call button.”

“And–”

“Robin. Breathe. Have fun.”

She blinked at him. Took a deep breath. “Right.”

Steve stepped back and kissed her on the cheek. “Go get the door, bird.”

“Right,” she said again.

Steve listened as she made her way out of the kitchen and into the foyer. It was all muffled, but he could hear her smile. “Andie, hey.”

You love her, Eddie said.

“Of course I do,” he said. He heard the door close behind the girls.

I think I do, too. It’s your fault maybe.

“You could blame it on the connection, but she’s just charming.”

I know, we used to eat lunch together. Before she joined band.

“No way.”

Sorry, Stevie, but you’re not the first boy to call her Bird.

“Shut up.”

You'll have to make me, sweetheart.

“I have a feeling you're better at bossing people around.”

We can test that theory.

“We will.”

In my dreams, baby.

“I'm real,” Steve breathed. “I promise I'm real.”

Well, then, in my dreams until you prove It.

3.

Every time Steve shifted, the fold out chair Nurse Amy brought him screeched a loud awkward sort of sound that seemed to echo across the whole goddamn hospital. It's been 26 times already. It was just so hard to sit still enough to avoid it.

I can't hear it from here, came the amused whisper in Steve's head.

You're, like, three floors down.

And full of delusion, I'm sure.

Steve grunted at the soft, bitter laugh in his head. Thirteen accusations of this being all a hallucination on Eddie's part.

Max's floor was oddly quiet compared to the rest of the hospital. It always was. And she wasn't allowed more than one visitor at a time, hence Steve stuck in the hallway every time he brought one of the kids to see her. He'd come every time though, no matter how often any of them asked, or how long Lucas liked to stay.

I wish I could just sit with you while he's in there, Steve thought at Eddie. He was getting much better at it, at thinking to Eddie and not just having every sinful thing ever filter through. He wasn't as good as Eddie was, though. Steve only ever got exactly what thoughts Eddie wanted him to hear.

Sometimes he wished he got more.

Would be nice, wouldn't it?

You know I miss you.

A soft hum, cozy and sweet. One Steve wished he could feel through his cheek, pressed up against Eddie's chest.

167 days. Steve sighed. Leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes against the fluorescents.

Tell me a secret, sweetheart.

Six secrets shared between them so far.

I can't tell if it's so quiet in here because it's just the floor or if it's my hearing getting worse, still. Steve thought.

Seven.

The pause was slow and warm. Like Eddie was just processing. Thinking about how to respond.

Steve took 4 deep breaths before he answered. How concerned are you about that?

Steve smiled. Wished he could nuzzle himself into the lack of panic. The calm, confident warmth that now had its own little place in his mind.

Not very. Not yet anyway.

A hum in his head. The second in only a few minutes.

You're anxious today, baby.

What do you mean?

Lots of numbers this morning.

Steve had never talked about it before. Never wanted to. It'd never felt this easy or normal or casual. He pressed his head back against the wall just a tiny bit harder.

It's being here, I think.

Yeah?

And not being able to see you, Steve added.

[holylulusworld]

Flowers (5) - Honeysuckle

Summary: Honeysuckle flowers represent true happiness, romantic love, good fortune, and sweetness towards one another.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angry Bucky, fluff, love confessions

Flowers (4) - Daisy

Flowers masterlist

For the next few days, you barely left your apartment. Bucky and you spent the time talking about all the things you never dared to bring up.

Your relationship, his feelings for you, and the woman almost ruining your relationship. Dolores. 

At first, you wanted to go ballistic and beat the shit out of that woman. Bucky had to hold you back and calm you. He promised over and over again that Dolores didn’t stand a chance.

You are the only woman he wants, and the one he needs. He confessed his love and sniffled when you confessed your feelings for him.

One week later you finally leave the apartment to grab a few things for your upcoming trip to your uncle’s cabin. You want to get out of the tower for a while to spend some well-needed alone time with Bucky.

“You look pretty today, doll,” he complimented while holding your hand in his gloved one. “I mean…uh—you always look pretty. But today, you glow.”

“Aw, someone wants to get laid,” you giggled and pecked his cheek. “I thought last night was enough to tame the python in your pants, Sergeant Barnes.”

“You know how I get when you are close,” he smirked. “I lose all control and need to get my hands on you, doll.”

“You’re insatiable,” you retorted, but mirrored his smirk. “Maybe after our shopping trip. We will take my car today.”

“No bike,” he sighed and looked at the list in your hands. “I bet I can store everything on my bike.”

“I bet you’ll lose half of the things we will need, and there is no space left for me,” you pointed out, sticking your tongue out.

“Fine, no bike today.”

“We should go to Maria first. I want to tell her that she can pair me up with you for missions again. And,” you cleared your throat, “to make sure she knows that we won’t work with that red-haired bitch.”

“Did I hear my name?” Natasha poked her head around the corner, one brow furrowed.

“Nope,” you grinned at the redhead. “There is only one red-haired bitch I hate. And that’s not you.”

She winked at you and chuckled. “So, you’re good? No more fighting or rom-com drama?” 

“Shut up,” you grinned at her. “We had the best reunion sex ever.” You narrowed your eyes the moment Dot stepped out of one of the offices. “We almost broke the bed, the couch, and the shower.”

“Do you want me to hate you?” Natasha sighed deeply. It’s been too long since she had animalistic and crazy sex. “You win. I’m jealous.”

“Sergeant Barnes,” Dolores cooed, acting like she didn’t lie to you to steal your boyfriend. “How have you been? We have missed you during training.”

“He had better things to do than listening to your lies,” you bit back, and gritted your teeth. 

She chuckled, still believing there was a chance Bucky would leave you for good and find solace in her arms. “I asked Sergeant Barnes, not you.”

“Careful,” Bucky’s features darkened, and her disrespectful tone. “You caused enough trouble. Don’t believe for one second I will forget that you lied to me.”

“I-I don’t know what you are talking about, Sergeant,” she tried to smile her way out of the situation. 

“I’m not the man I used to be,” Bucky let go of your hand for a moment to tower over Dolores. She shrank into herself. No one faces the former Winter Soldier and doesn’t pee their pants. “But don’t think for one second that I will let you get in between me and my girlfriend. Get it in your head,” he pointed his index finger at Dolores, “I only love her.”

He slung one arm around your shoulders and guided you away from Dolores and her boring looks. “Buck, I think you made her pee her pants.”

“Good.” He said. “She deserves that much and more.”

“What is that?” You pointed at the cat Bucky carried in his jacket. He wanted to grab more things for your trip, only to bring nothing but a small white furball home. “Bucky?”

“That punk kinda followed me,” he sheepishly said. “It began to snow, and I had to stop my bike. I got off my bike, to wait for the snowfall to stop and then,” he looked at the cat poking its head out of his jacket, “I heard this guy meow loudly.”

“Where did you find him?” You pat the cat’s head. “Bucky?” You looked him in the eyes. “You didn’t steal the cat, right?”

“What? No! Someone locked him in a box and threw it in a dumpster. I fished the box out and freed him,” Bucky pleadingly looked at you. “Can we keep him?”

You looked at the cat, and then at your smiling boyfriend, already knowing the answer. 

“Do you already have a name for him?” You laughed as Bucky nodded eagerly. “How’d you name the poor cat? I hope it’s not snowball.”

“Alpine,” he said while patting the cat’s head. “He’s a fighter. A survivor and…he’s white.” Bucky wouldn’t stop smiling. He allowed you to carefully take the cat out of his jacket but followed you hot on your heels to keep an eye on Alpine.

“We will need cat food, and toys, a bed, a toilet,” you hummed to yourself. “Maybe we can cancel the trip? We need to take care of him first.”

“You sure?” Bucky asked while watching you play with the cat on your shared bed. “I guess there is a new man in town, huh?”

“We should order all the things we will need for Alpine online.” You watched the cat curl into a ball on the bed. He was still shivering, but he meowed happily when Bucky sat down on the bed. 

“Hey punk,” Bucky patted the cat’s head, but his eyes were glued to you moving closer to sit next to him. “How do you feel?”

“We can ask a vet to check on him,” you put your hand on Bucky’s lightly squeezing it. “I guess we now have a kid, Sergeant Barnes.”

“Maybe we can work on putting on into you too?” He smirked at your shocked expression. “Or at least try? I like trying…”

The End...

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[r-aindr0p]

I have the perfect vid for that, boopin you all back and leaving paw marks on your windows 👁👁

Pic of the cat under the cut

Fluffy one is the window booper ! She and her daughter are stray cats I feed (my family loves cats you can kinda see the diy cat house top right) But we don't allow them inside anymore because fluffy one is the jealous type and pees on our furniture because we own a third cat that is allowed inside :')

[addthespaghetti]

French Toast

please ignore my bad jokes.

warnings: drinking, fluff, harassment, and sexual humor

1300+ words

You wake up tired from the night before, and as you attempt to roll over to stretch out, your girlfriend pulls you toward her. You smile at this gesture; Emily's love language has always been physical touch. Whether its cuddling with you on the couch after a hard case or even just holding your hand under the table at dinners with her team. She always makes it a point to be touching you in some way.

She has been like this since you met; it was a long day at work, and all you wanted to do was to drink away your problems for the day, alone, at your favorite bar. Of course, a man had to ruin you by asking to buy you a drink, but you politely turn him down. Then, he refused to take no for an answer. He kept trying to buy you drinks, and when you kept turning down his offers, he got aggressive over it.

That's when she came to your rescue by flashing her FBI badge at the man so he would stop bothering you. When he finally decided to back off because he was scared of getting arrested, you insisted on buying her a drink to thank her, but one drink became two, and two drinks' quickly became four, and while you don't usually hook up with strangers. Emily was the exception because she immediately captivated you, giving you butterflies by only touching you slightly.

It was no surprise when you woke up naked that morning in a strange bed with her arm wrapped around you and a random cat purring by your head.

Now, after almost one year of being together, you are in the same position, minus Sergio, who is most definitely getting into something he shouldn't like he always does.

As much as you would love to lay in bed with Emily all day, you really need to pee, and if you wait to feed Sergio any longer, he will start breaking things. So you reluctantly try to quickly and quietly sneak out of Emily's arms without waking her up, but of course, why would the world be on your side and Emily ends up waking up anyway.

"Baby, go back to sleep." You say quietly, knowing she just came home from a hard case and needed more time to rest.

"Don't leave me, please?" Emily spoke in her raspy morning voice that has you folding every time you hear it. The only reason you didn't give in and lay back in bed the second that came out of her mouth was the growing need to pee, and you did not need another broken flower pot from an annoyed Sergio.

You grab Emily's face lightly and give her a soft kiss. After you break apart, you whisper against against her lips, "I need to feed Sergio, if he doesn't get food, you will be cleaning up dirt from the carpet."

Emily groans, but she knows you're right. "Fine," she says, pouting against your lips.

You roll your eyes' playfully, taking your hand off her face and grabbing a shirt off the ground. While pulling the shirt over your head, you walk to the bathroom to pee and brush your teeth.

After finishing up, you exit the bathroom and look at your sleeping girlfriend. Emily has always been effortlessly beautiful, and honestly, you are a little jealous of how good her hair looks after a whole night of sleep.

You get brought back to reality by a screeching cat after zoning out thinking about Emily. Bending over, you pick up Sergio so he would stop meowing. You whisper to him while leaving the room, "Hush, you wake her up, and I will withhold your treats."

Sergio meows back, and you laugh. You know he can't understand you, but it is still amusing when he meows back like he is answering you.

After putting him down, you go to the cabinet and

grab his food. Emily always gets him the good, expensive stuff. It's kinda funny because he eats better than you half the time. While putting the food in his bowl, you realize how hungry you are after forgetting to eat dinner last night, and for the first time ever, you are happy your fucked up mother forced you to learn how to cook so you could "please a man."

Going over to Emily's fridge, you open it and laugh. It was so empty you were surprised you didn't see a tumbleweed roll across one of the shelves. Luckily, she had some eggs and milk, so you grabbed them from the fridge. Remembering she also has bread in her cabinet, you go grab that too, deciding to make French Toast.

After getting everything ready, you turn on the stove to let it heat up for a second.

While waiting for it to heat up, you zone out and think about your life. You grew up in such a fucked up household, having your mother teach you that a woman should stay in the kitchen and that woman's only purpose is to take care of her husband. However, because you were smart, you secretly applied to college and got accepted. You cut off your parents as soon as you got to college. After escaping your parents, you spent years unlearning this way of thinking and started dating women. Then you found Emily, and you learned what true love and happiness is.

You snap back to reality to a pair of arms hugging you from behind and Emily's head lying on your shoulder. You smile and start cooking the French Toast. While you cooked the French Toast, Emily did not make one indication that she was going to move, and she didn't. She stood there hugging you from behind for the entire time you cooked.

When you finished cooking the French Toast, you turned off the stove and moved the pan to a different burner. Not being able to move because Emily is holding on to you like you will disappear if she lets go, you decide to say something so the food doesn't get cold, "Em, baby, you need to move so we can eat before the French Toast gets cold."

Emily groaned but let go of you, and then she grabbed plates from the cabinet and handed them to you. You took the French Toast out of the pan and plated it. After Grabbing them, you walk to the table with Emily behind you with forks. You spoke, deciding to poke fun at Emily for her lack of food, "Sorry for the lack of syrup or powdered sugar, but you had so little food you would think it was the 1940s, and we still used ration cards."

After Emily tried and failed to suppress her grin, she decided to take a bite out of her food so you couldn't see her smile at your joke.

"I see you smiling," you say, smiling at her.

"Just shut up and eat your French Toast," Emily says unseriously.

"Or what," you say just to get a reaction from her.

Since you sat right next to Emily, she grabbed your face and brought it closer to her. She whispered right by your ear, "I'll fuck you so hard you will feel it all week." Then she let go of your face and started eating her French Toast like nothing happened.

You sit there with your jaw dropped. No matter how often she does that, it always renders you speechless. While you sit shocked, she brings her fork to your mouth and feeds you the French Toast. You and Emily start dying of laughter after this. You laugh so hard it brings tears to your eyes.

When you finish laughing, you notice Emily staring at you, "What?" You ask confused.

"I love you," she says.

"I love you too."

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Heaven is not fit to house a love (like you and I) | Part 2

Word Count: 4.8k

Genre: smut, angst

Summary: When you first met your boyfriend, it was love at first sight. No, more than that. It was love before you even met. It felt like you had known each other in another life and were meant to find each other again. 

But that's not actually true, is it? You and Beomgyu don't actually know each other from another life, and the dreams you've been having aren't memories of your past life either. That's ridiculous. 

But then why does Beomgyu get so defensive about them? And why does each dream feel more real than the one before? 

A/N: this is the sequel to my series YAMQN but I'm trying to write it in a way that it would be comprehensible to people who have never read YAMQN. The parts in italic are the dreams. 

Warnings: unhealthy relationships, jealousy, dom!reader, sub!beomgyu, riding, toys, orgasm denial.

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Now that Taehyun is working with you, Beomgyu is not content to just drive you to work as he always does. No, now he has to walk you inside, arm wrapped tightly around you to make sure everyone, especially Taehyun, knows you’re claimed.

“Oh, hey.” Taehyun greets when he sees you. “You look beautiful today.” 

You don’t get the chance to properly glare at him for purposefully annoying your boyfriend before Beomgyu twists you around and smashes your lips together, pulling you into a kiss that is far too indecent for public.  

Yet another co-worker snorts. "We get it dude. She's yours. Are you gonna pee on her to claim your territory too?"

Your cheeks flame up and you shove Beomgyu away, absolutely mortified by the spectacle he has made of you. “Beomgyu!”

“What? Don’t want him to see who you belong to?” He asks, daring to sound upset at you.  

“Everyone knows we’re dating. Get your head out of your ass.” You smack his hands completely off you, livid at his underhanded accusation. 

“Wouldn’t hurt to remind him.” He mutters, and you roll your eyes, ushering him out of the cafe before you get fired for an indecent act in the workplace. “Leave. You’ve done enough.” 

You don’t give him the chance to respond before you step back into the restaurant and slam the door in his face, trying your best to avoid everyone’s gaze. You quickly get dressed then step behind the counter, getting the orders ready for the customers streaming in, trying to shake off the strong sense of deja-vu you felt at the way Beomgyu behaved. Those dream are really messing you up. 

“Your boyfriend really doesn’t like me, huh?” Taehyun comments, working alongside you. 

“Don’t take it personally. He gets jealous easily.” You sigh, brushing it off. 

“It sure feels personal though. It’s like I killed his cat in the past or something.” 

“Funny you should say that.” You snort, but don’t elaborate, not wanting to deal with another guy ridiculing you for your dreams.

But Taehyun is intrigued, and he doesn’t drop it. “What do you mean?”

“Forget about it.” You brush him off, handing a customer their drink with a forced smile, but that makes him even more curious. As you go to make another drink, he takes the coffee pot from your hand, forcing you to look at him. “No, tell me.”

“Taehyun, there are customers waiting.” You snap but he just shrugs. “So? They can survive five minutes without their morning lattes.” 

You give him a pointed look. “Yeah? Have you met our clientele? They’re mean when they’re low on caffeine.” 

“I can handle it. Just tell me.” He reassures you, but conspicuously starts making a new drink. 

“Okay fine, but don’t laugh. You asked for it.” He nods, waiting patiently for you to explain. “So I keep having these dreams about me and Beomgyu in another life, a past life. He’s a prince and I’m a lady of the court and we want to be together but we can’t because he’s betrothed to someone else and so everything is all fucked up but we love each other so much and want to be with each other anyway. It’s all very fanciful and silly but then again the dreams are so vivid, it’s like I’m really there. It feels more real than my actual memories, you know?”

He nods, a small smirk on his face that tells you that he doesn’t really buy what you’re saying–you don’t really buy what you’re saying either–but he’s kind enough to hold his tongue and not make fun of you like Beomgyu does.

“Anyway, you’ve been appearing in the dreams lately too.” That catches his interest, and he listens even more intently. “You’re this powerful lord from another city and we start getting close which dream Beomgyu really hates. He tries so hard to keep us apart that he even ends up locking me in my room so I wouldn’t see you but you sneak in to see me anyway, and then… Well, I don’t know what. That’s all I know so far. He basically wants to kill you because you won’t stay away from me. Dream him, I mean… though, I’m not too sure real Beomgyu doesn’t want to kill you too.”

“Oh, please, I can take him.” He says confidently and you look him over. Sure, he looks like he’d be able to take Beomgyu. Physically he appears stronger than your boyfriend, but there is just something about Beomgyu you don’t like to think about that causes the hairs at the back of your neck to stand up.  

“Anyway, that is all very intense.” He finally says, “You have quite the imagination.” 

“I knew it. You think it’s stupid.” You flush, embarrassed that you revealed all of this to him. 

“No, no. It’s not stupid. It’s not real, but it’s not stupid.” He reassures you, or at least he tries to. “Maybe these dreams are your brain’s way of working through issues you’re having with your boyfriend? I mean, I didn’t show up in your dreams before you saw me, right? And it was only after seeing how Beomgyu got so aggressive with me that you had the dreams about him trying to keep us away from each other, right?”

“I guess…” What he’s saying makes sense. Maybe it’s just your brain trying to make sense of the whirlwind that is your romantic life with Beomgyu. 

“Well, there you go.” He proclaims, “Maybe the way to stop these dreams is to work out the issues you’re having with Beomgyu.” 

“Easier said than done.” You snort, and once again Taehyun is not letting your little passive-aggressive comments pass by. “What do you mean?”

You sigh. “He’s impossible to talk to about these things. He either gets so defensive you can never fault him for his behavior or he freaks out about us breaking up that I end up needing to comfort him for his own bad behavior.” 

Taehyun wears a frown on his face. “That doesn’t sound too healthy. If you can’t even talk things through then how can you expect your relationship to survive?” 

“Don’t say that. Beomgyu is a wonderful guy and a loving boyfriend. He just gets insecure and needs reassurance. It’s because his ex fucked him up or something.” You mutter the last part bitterly. If she hadn’t messed him up so much, Beomgyu would have literally been the perfect boyfriend. 

“But that’s not your fault. What she did to him has nothing to do with you. If he can’t separate the two then he doesn’t deserve to be with you.” 

You shake your head. “You’re being too harsh on him.” Yes, Beomgyu is acting like an ass right now but that doesn’t take away from all the wonderful things he is. 

“Am I? If you let this go then he’ll only get worse.” 

Maybe he’s right. Maybe you should stand up more to Beomgyu. Things can get really bad when he gets into his head, but when he’s good, he’s really good and that always brings you right back into his arms. 

________________

As if he could read your thoughts, Beomgyu takes you out on a much needed date at the local arcade, seemingly aiming to make you forget about the erratic way he has been acting lately. 

You’re both video game fans, especially those old games you used to play growing up, and so this is like Disneyland for you. You have so much fun recalling all the good times you had playing these classic games, only you get to enjoy them with the person you love this time around, and damn does it feel ten times more fun with Beomgyu. 

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Beomgyu screams, trying to keep up with you but failing miserably, messing up his steps on the dance dance revolution game, and allowing you to take the lead. “No, this is too fast–ahhhh!”

You laugh at his exclamations, messing up a few steps of your own as you sneak glances at him, enjoying the way he makes such a show of it, always aiming to entertain and get a laugh out of you and everyone else. You know he doesn’t actually care about losing. He just wants to make it fun for you. 

The machine makes a noise that indicates the game is over and that you’ve won, and the small crowd that has gathered to watch you because of your boyfriend's antics cheers for you. 

“Thank you, thank you.” You give a gracious bow, before pulling your stupid boyfriend into a kiss that receives a couple of woohoos. 

“I know. I know. I can’t believe she’s dating me too.” He says and you smack his shoulder shyly. “Shut up. You’re such a simp.” 

 “No, I’m not. I’m just appreciating my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend who–”

“Get a room! Some of us actually want to play.” A teen shouts out at you, and his friends jeer in agreement, forcing you off the game with embarrassed giggles. 

“Wow, kids are mean.” Beomgyu exclaims and you laugh. “Kids? We’re barely a couple of years older than them.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Beomgyu comments, not seeming to share your laughter. 

“Hey, are you okay? They were jerks but they’re just teens, you know?” You try to comfort him. You know how mean teens can be, but Beomgyu just shakes his head and gives you a big smile. “Oh no, I’m not thinking about that at all. I just remembered something… doesn’t matter. Let’s go play another game.” 

“Okay…” You trail off uncertainly, unsure if he’s really okay. But then you spot something that takes your attention away. “Oh, let’s go play that shooter game! There is a toy there that I really want!” 

You step towards it, but as soon as you do, you’re being pulled back by your boyfriend. “I don’t really like shooter games. Too violent, you know?”

“It’s an air gun.” You explain slowly as if he doesn’t grasp the concept, and he shrugs.  “Well, it still teaches violence to kids. Today an air gun, tomorrow a school shooting.” 

You roll your eyes at his silly dramatics. “Too bad we aren’t kids then. We’re a whole couple of years older than kids. Now come on.” You drag him behind you, sights already set on a teddy bear that reminds you of Beomgyu. 

“I wanna win that one! Add it to my beargyu collection at home.” You clap excitedly, and the man at the stand hands you a gun to use.

“She’s got a good eye. She picked the best prize.” The man tells Beomgyu then turns back to you. “You have to shoot all the cans down to be able to win that one.”

“Yeah. She has expensive taste, that one.” Beomgyu comments and you pout, playfully shoving him. “Gyu!” 

“Is it not true?” He cocks an eyebrow at you and you push your head up defiantly. “I just have high standards, that’s all.” 

“I know, baby. And you deserve the best.” He says, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it, making you blush. 

“Are you going to shoot?” The man asks impatiently, bored with you and Beomgyu’s public displays of affection. You don’t care though, sending Beomgyu a kiss and a wink.. 

Still, it’s gonna be challenging winning that bear, and you have to concentrate. 

“Okay…” You take a deep breath and get into position, turning towards again Beomgyu and squeaking a quick ‘pray for me’ before you look back and start shooting. 

And damn, you’re a lousy shot. 

At the start, the cans are all lined up next to each other so you manage to fell a lot of them just by generally shooting in their direction, but as their numbers dwindle, you start completely missing them. 

“Baby, you’re trying to shoot the cans, not the other patrons.” Beomgyu quips and you glare at him, almost shooting him too, and he raises his hands in surrender. “Just saying.” 

“Well, don’t say.” You grit, missing even more shots. 

“Damn it!” You exclaim in frustration, seeing your chances go down with each missed shot, and eventually running out of ammo. “Ughhhhh.” 

“Cheer up, baby. You tried your best.” Beomgyu tries to comfort you, “You just–”

“I wanna try again.” You proclaim, smacking more tickets down on the counter and gesturing for the worker to reload your gun before trying again. 

And again. And again. And again. Each time failing more miserably than the last, the frustration getting to you. 

“Baby, we’re running out of money here. Soon, I’m gonna have to sell my kidney to give you arcade money.” Beomgyu appeals to you once more, urging you to give up.

“Fine!” You give a huge sigh, finally handing over the gun sadly. “I just really wanted it.” 

“Why? We have a million teddy bears at home.” 

“I know but I wanted that one.” You pout, moving a finger across his chest coyly. “Can you try to win it for me?”

“Babe–”

“Pretty, please.” You turn on the puppy-dog eyes that you know have been very effective on him in the past.

He sighs, looking defeated. “You know I would do anything for you.” 

“Yes! Works every time.” You congratulate yourself, preparing to watch your pacifist boyfriend flounder just like you did, but planning to enjoy anyway. 

Except he doesn’t. To your absolute shock, Beomgyu clears the game on the first try. 

“Wow, you’re really good at this.” You clap, amazed, and give him a big hug. “When did you learn this?”

“Oh. I used to play this game a lot as a kid.” Funnily enough, you feel like you’ve watched him do this before. Maybe it was in one of your prince dreams…

“See? And you didn’t become a violent psychopath. You were worrying for nothing.” You tease him, holding your hard-earned teddy bear up and giddily spinning around with it. 

“Excuse me.” A small voice calls out, halting your merriment and you look down to see the most adorable child tugging at your skirt. Well, you see a blurry, double vision of an adorable child as your poor brain tries to recover from the celebratory spinning. 

“Oh, hello. Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” You gush. “What’s your name?” 

“Ben.” He says, and Beomgyu gasps, equally as dramatic as you. “Well, that is just the cutest name ever.” 

“Thank you.” Ben plays with his fingers and swings shyly from one foot to the other. 

“Are you lost, Ben?” Beomgyu asks, getting down to his knees in front of the child. “Where is your mommy?” 

The child points off somewhere.

“Do you want us to take you to her?” You ask, but he shakes his head. “No. I just wanted to say that… that I like your bear and and–can we trade? You can have my toy instead!” He presents you with a small bright orange and yellow toy truck.  

“Aw, you cheeky little thing.” Beomgyu tuts, “That is very generous, but I just won this for the pretty lady and I think she wants to keep itt.” 

You do. You really want to keep it. But Ben looks so disappointed at hearing that, that you don’t have the heart to refuse him for long. 

“That’s okay, Gyu. He can have it.” You intervene, and Beomgyu raises an eyebrow at you skeptically. “Are you sure? You made such a fuss about it.” 

You shoot him a glare. “I know but he’s a kid and he wants it.” 

“The way you were acting earlier, one could’ve easily mistaken you for a kid too.” He mumbles and you smack the back of his head in indignation. “Hey!” 

The sound of Ben’s purely ecstatic laughter at what you did grabs both your attention and prevents you from further squabbling. 

“You like seeing me smack the stupid man?” You raise your hand towards Beomgyu threateningly and he cowers dramatically. “I stand corrected. I shouldn’t have been worrying about kids learning violence from games when they can just learn it from people like you.” 

“Aw, you wound me, baby.” You let your hand down to smooth down his hair affectionately. “This is just a tried and true discipline technique. I’ll show you more when we get home.” You give him a wink and he blushes. 

“Alright, let’s take you to your mum.” You announce to the kid, handing him the toy bear and giggling at the way he struggles to walk while holding the giant thing. 

When you’re within sight of his mother, she calls out, relieved. “Ben! There you are!” She runs to hug him. Or tries to hug him but she can’t really with the stuffed animal in the way. “Where did you get that teddy bear from?”

“We gave it to him.” You explained happily and she gasps, turning to scold him. “Did you ask them to give it to you? You know I told you you to stop doing that. It’s not polite—He’s always asking strangers for things, pretending to be all cute and innocent to swindle people out of their belongings. It’s really not nice… or safe!” She explains to you, before turning back to her son. “Now give the bear back to the nice couple.” 

“But I don’t wanna!” He throws a tantrum, and you and Beomgyu exchange an amused look. 

So the little rascal was playing you. Well done. 

“That’s fine. He can keep it.” You tell his mum, but she won’t hear it. “Not, it’s not. You don’t have to–”

“We want to.” You reassure her, and Ben looks at his mother expectantly, his little face praying that she’d allow him to keep the bear and she sighs. “Fine. Though you’re only enforcing bad habits.” She gives you both a stern look and Beomgyu gives a small apologetic bow. “We’re sorry, ma’am.” 

You fight to contain your giggles as she turns to her son. “What do we say, Ben?”

“Thank you!” He chirps happily. 

“You’re welcome.” You both laugh. “Enjoy it.”

“I will!”  

“See you, Ben.” Beomgyu crouches down to say goodbye to him, raising his hand up so Ben can give him a high five, which he does enthusiastically.  

“Bye.” You wave goodbye to Ben and his mum, walking away with Beomgyu. 

Seeing how sweet Beomgyu was with Ben… how naturally he acted and how at ease the kid was with him… it made you yearn for things you can’t have. It made you want to have that–to have a child that is yours and Beomgyu’s. But you can’t ask him that of him, not after what he told you, not for a while, at least. 

Too preoccupied with the thoughts, you don’t think to hide them from Beomgyu, and he quickly notices the shift in your mood. 

“What?” Beomgyy asks, and you look at him in confusion, so he explains, “You’ve been quiet for a while.”

“Oh.” You blink away the tears from your eyes, not even having realized they had gathered there, silently fighting against the weird emptiness that seeing him interacting with the child has opened up in you. “Nothing. I'm just suddenly really tired. Let's go home."

You can tell he doesn’t buy your excuse. “Did you want the bear? You know you could’ve said–”

“No. No. It’s not that, really. I just…” You trail off and a look of realization comes over his face. You quickly add on, “Beomgyu, it’s really nothing. Let’s just go home, okay?” 

Still, he doesn’t believe it. But he gathers you in his arms anyway and gives you a sweet peck on the lips. “Okay.”

He’ll always give you what you want. 

_________________________________

“You can be so good to me. Why do you have to be such an ass sometimes?” You murmur against his lips.

“I just can’t afford to lose you–ah–” He trails off in a moan as you continue to ride him. 

"You really will do anything to keep me, huh?" You clench around him, making him automatically buck under you. “Ah-ah-ah, I said no moving, baby.” 

"Yes, darling.” His hands fist at the sheets in an effort to keep his body from reacting to the way you’re fucking him so tortuously. 

“Call me princess. I liked it when you did that.” 

“Baby…” He protests, and you move your hands up his torso to brush your thumbs across his nipples before you bend down and lick one. “Come on, my prince, you said you’ll do anything for me.” 

“Yes, princess.” You could practically feel his cock twitching inside you as you let go of his nipple with a pop to sit back and properly ride him, really quickening your pace to reward him for his compliance. 

It’s so easy to get Beomgyu to do what you want. He’ll bend over backwards to keep you happy. He just gets too in his head sometimes and starts getting paranoid so you need to shut his brain down. 

And shut down it is, right now. He’s entirely under your mercy, laying down for you to ravage him and loving every second of it. “Oh god. Close, princess. So close.” 

“Don’t cum yet.” 

“Please, I can’t.” He croaks. Oh, how you love to see him struggle. It’s like a drug to you, seeing how much he needs you. 

“Hold it.” You pant, bouncing on top of him, intent to push him right to the edge, and when you feel like he’s about to fall over it, you quickly get off him, his red cock smacking against his tummy, dribbling precum as it twitches from the denial. 

“Fuck… fuck…” Beomgyu curses, his body entirely wound up from the pent up frustration and lust. 

"Shhh." You hush him with a kiss that he hungrily reciprocates, the wet sounds of lips and tongues meeting echoing around the room. When you pull back his lips are shiny with spit and his eyes are drowning with need. But he never reaches out for you, never tries to take what he wants. Your pretty prince. 

You lean forward to open up the bedside table, taking out your vibrator. Beomgyu stares, wide-eyed, as you grab his cock and sink down on it once again. But this time instead of riding him, you swivel your hips around and turn on the vibrator, pressing it to your clit.

“Oh, you’re going to kill me.” He groans, squirming under you as the vibrations and the way your cunt is clenching around him build his high up once again..

"No cumming until I do." You order, and he’s unable to keep his hands to himself anymore, choosing instead to grab at your thighs, his body needing to latch onto yours–just holding onto you to keep him tethered, never forcing you to give him more no matter how much he wants it. 

"I don’t know if I can hold it.” 

"You will. Or do you need me to put a cock ring on you?" You threaten, but the small involuntary thrust of his hips surprise you. “Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I like anything you do to me.” He confesses, making your skin tingle. 

You grind on him faster, moving the vibrator up and down your slit, feeling your release looming near. 

“Oh my fucking god, princess, please.” 

"What is it, baby?” You gasp, thighs starting to spasm from the impending orgasm. “You wanna cum?"

"Uh-huh." He whimpers pitifully like a dog begging for his master to reward him. “You know, I do.” 

Of course, you do. It’s so obvious, he’s practically on the verge of crying, but it’s always so fun to tease him about it. 

"But I thought you said you'd let me do whatever I wanted to you, and I like keeping you on the edge. Love seeing you go all dumb for my pussy." You pout, acting like you’re upset and he eats it all up. 

"I’m sorry… I just need it." He cries, head thrown back and his nails digging into your skin. "Close–so close–please–oh god, please—"

“Cum for me, gyu. Fill me up.” You finally have mercy on him, taking the vibrator away as your pussy clenches around him, milking him of his seed as you hurl over the edge. 

“Yes—oh, princess–ahhh–” He holds your hips and ruts up into you, releasing his cum inside you and filling you up just like you wanted. 

It takes you both a while to come down from your orgasms, the delayed gratification bringing out a very intense high. But when you do, he pulls you down to him, wrapping you safely in his arms. 

“I’m sorry for being so crazy lately. I just love you so much.” He presses a kiss against your damp forehead. 

“I know, baby. I love you too.” You reciprocate fully, but as the high wears off, doubt starts to set back in. “But you can’t keep acting that way. I am not going to cheat on you with Taehyun and it hurts me that you would even doubt that.” 

“I’m sorry, it’s just… my ex. She–”

“Let me guess, cheated on you.” You roll your eyes, not meaning to diminish his pain but you just hate his ex so much. “But baby, I’m not her. I love you. Only you.” 

“I know, but… it would just make me feel better if you didn’t talk to him.” 

“He’s my co-worker, I have to talk to him.” 

“Plenty of people don’t talk to their co-workers. In fact plenty of people maintain a very healthy mutual animosity with their coworkers. I think you should try that.” 

“Beomgyu.” You deadpan, exasperation clear in your tone. 

“Fine. I’ll try to tone it down.” 

“Thank you. I really don’t want to… lose you.” 

He frowns, pushing you back so he can fully see your face. “You won’t. You will never lose me.” He says it with absolute certainty, and maybe his promise was meant to sound reassuring, but something about the way he said it makes you shiver. 

“Are you cold, baby?” He asks, concerned. 

“I… I guess.” 

“Come here.” He pulls you down into his arms, wrapping you up in that warm embrace that seems to always make you forget about all the wrong he’s done. When you’re in his arms, it’s like the world slips away and it’s just you and him and the love you have for each other. None of those troubling thoughts can reach you here, none of the doubts. 

Just you and him. Forever. 

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“Don’t talk to her that way.” Beomgyu snarls at Taehyun, looking like he is going to spring forward and attack him but you hold onto him tightly.  

“Beomgyu, stay. Let me talk to him alone.” You whisper to him but he shakes his head. “No.” 

You lean closer to him so only he can hear you. “Come on, Beomgyu, we had a deal. Anything you want after, just let me talk to him.” 

He throws a hateful look towards Taehyun, obviously not happy with what’s happening, before he looks back at you and pulls you into a sudden kiss. Your hands shoot up to his chest, trying to push him away but his own hands hold onto you, one grabbing the back of your head and the other squeezing your ass. 

“My lord, this is not proper.” You hear someone reprimand, making you flush with humiliation and reminding you that you have more than one witness to Beomgyu’s mortifying display of ownership over you. 

“I can still taste my cock on your tongue, princess.” Beomgyu says loudly enough for Taehyun to hear before finally letting you pull away, ignoring your incensed look in favor of smirking at Taehyun. You follow his gaze to find that Taehyun looks to be seconds away from exploding. 

“Fucking stay here.” You grit out at Beomgyu, your outrage giving you the strength you need to make your way towards Taehyun without trembling anymore. 

“Is this what you left me for? Just to go back to being treated like a piece of meat?” Taehyun denounces in disgust once you’re standing in front of him. 

Left him for? What?

It is at that moment that you wake up from your dream, filled with feelings of shame, disgust and guilt. 

Now what could this mean? If Taehyun is right and your dreams are meant to express your discomfort with the way Beomgyu is treating you, then why are you dreaming that you and Taehyun were together? Are you completely overthinking this? Is it just weird dream happenstance? 

You mean, it did mirror what happened earlier with Beomgyu kissing you in front of everyone so maybe that’s what your mind was going for and it just started acting wonky the way brains on dreams do. 

But why, as always, does it feel so devastatingly real? Why do you still feel like you’ve betrayed Taehyun somehow? 

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A/N: our dear old crazy possessive beomgyu ❤️😂

[laura1633]

max’s cats being little shits to charles. they don’t hurt purposely but it’s only charles’ shoes and pants being destroyed or something like this.

imagine first meeting between charles and cats. the tension is so big, jimmy watching from highest cat tree and sassy just casually walks past charles to max while giving him biggest side eye charles ever had

when charles brings leo, cats immediately get along with this little creature, and charles is super jealous

Oh it's like one of those movies where two divorced parents get together and their respective kids try and split them up! Love it anon and I love Charles walking in and having Jimmy looking down at him and Sassy strutting past telling him who is the boss.

Leo teams up with Jimmy and Sassy to try and break Max and Charles up because they want all the attention from their own parent!

Jimmy and Sassy focus all their attention on Charles, peeing in his shoes and ripping his favourite pair of jeans whereas Leo focuses on Max and pulls the plug out when he is sim racing 😂

Eventually Max and Charles win them around though, Max laid out on the couch with Leo on his lap and the two cats curled around Charles.

[justforbooks]

Signs Your Cat Is Mad at You 😾 😼 🙀

Think your cat is purring because she's happy to see you❓ Not always❗ Cats are the queens of mixed messages—here's how to understand your fickle feline.

Cats can’t speak, but that doesn’t mean they can’t communicate, and they’re always trying to tell you something. Whether they’re happy or sad, in pain, or particularly when they’re a little ticked off, they want you, their favorite human, to know it.

Your cat may make angry cat noises, get jealous, seemingly purposefully knock something over, or pee on your new bedspread. Instead of instantly reacting, play detective. Out-of-character cat behavior may be a sign of cat anxiety, cat depression, or something else.

Your cat needs you to be watching and listening to what it tells you. You have to figure out what the kitty is trying to say—and perhaps kitty is saying it’s angry or upset. A cat’s body language can also hold a number of clues to how it’s feeling.

As for why your cat is angry, chances are it’s afraid, feeling territorial, having a conflict with another cat or a dog, or in pain.

No matter how your cat is feeling, you, as their human, should always respond with love and patience. Also, always remember that scruffing a cat is a big no-no❗ That kitten reflex, called a flexor reflex, disappears as the kittens grow.

✔ She scratches your furniture There’s nothing more infuriating than an angry cat that looks you straight in the eye, extends her claw, and then swipes at your new leather couch. Rather than aggression or anger, this is more likely due to your cat marking her territory. Cats are very territorial. Cats perceive the house and yard as their kingdom, so things like claw marks on furniture and urine spray on walls are simply fresh boundary lines. Using a cat pheromone spray will help calm things down and save your sofa.

✔ She watches you from afar It can be hard to tell if your cat is keeping her distance because she’s upset, or if she’s staying away because, well, she’s a cat and cats are weirdos. But if your furry friend actively avoids you when she’s normally playful or keeps away for longer than usual, it can be a sign she’s mad, scared, or anxious. Angry cats will keep their distance when they get confused by, say, a sudden loud voice, quick movements, or even an unfamiliar smell on your jacket. The solution❓ Let her have her space—she’ll come back when she’s ready.

✔ He growls at you Think it’s just dogs that growl❓ Then you’ve never seen an angry cat or fighting cats. Angry cats can make a wide variety of noises that signal their displeasure, including a throaty growl. If your bestie is vocalizing his feelings, start by giving him his space and then slowly do things that will create a positive relationship, like feeding, playing with toys, grooming, or speaking softly. Learning the truth about these little things that make your pet tick will also help replace growls with purrs.

✔ She gives you “the look” What look❓ If you’re a cat owner, you don’t even have to ask—cats are masters of showing their feelings through their eyes. Cats especially become perturbed when their routine is messed up, like if you’re late feeding them or during daylight savings time. The solution is obvious: Cats will do better on a regular, predictable schedule, so do your best to stick to one.

✔ She avoids her favorite mouse toy Toys can actually be a major source of irritation for a cat. They get bored with the same toys, so it’s important to mix them up or refresh them with catnip. Cats need lots of stimuli because they are natural hunters and love the game of chase and capture. That has to do with their hunting instincts, which is also the reason why cats sleep so much.

✔ He hides under the couch and refuses to come out Hiding is one of the first signs your cat is unhappy or fearful of you or the situation. Resist the urge to try to drag your angry cat out of hiding—it’s a protective reflex, and if you force him to socialize before he’s ready he may become aggressive. A new study also shows that cats like baby talk AKA, your cat may respond to high-pitched voices.

✔ She suddenly gets very fluffy The very stereotype of an “angry cat” is a kitty crouching with an arched back, fluffed out fur, and a bushy tail. This gives the animal the appearance of being bigger and more intimidating—which often backfires with enamored owners. But no matter how cute or funny you find this posture, now is not the time to try and pet her. Give her space or she may swat at you or bite.

✔ His ears look like he’s preparing for takeoff Ears flattened back against the head and slightly sticking out—”like airplane wings”—are a sure indicator your cat is upset. Don’t worry too much but do keep your distance. An all-out attack toward people isn’t terribly common and, when it happens, may actually be a redirected aggression. Your cat cannot address the real reason for their angst (that darn squirrel trespassing in their yard❗), so instead they nail a human hand that tries to pet when kitty is upset.

✔ She poops on your pillow Rare is the cat owner who hasn’t discovered a “present” in a surprising place. Eliminating on your bed is a typical sign of feline separation anxiety. Even though it may appear she’s an angry cat taking out her frustrations on you, in reality, she is using her own scent as a way to cope with her anxiety. That they target the bed is sort of a back-handed compliment, because it smells the most like their beloved—you.

✔ He bites your hand when you pet him Talk about biting the hand that feeds you❗ Has your cat ever begged to be petted and then bit or scratched your hand❓ This is called “petting aggression,” and it’s totally normal (if annoying). This ‘leave me alone’ bite doesn’t mean he’s angry, but that he wants to control the interaction, and the petting that goes on too long overstimulates him.

✔ Her tail is all twitchy One of the first subtle signs that your cat is mad at you is when you see her tail placed low, swishing quickly back and forth, from side to side. Whenever you see the tail twitch, stop whatever it is you’re doing that is upsetting her, give her some space, and back off for a while until she calms down.

✔ He pees on your clean laundry Your cat hasn’t had an accident since he was a kitten, and now all of a sudden he’s peeing all over the house❓ It’s a sure sign he’s distressed. An angry cat most often urinates on soft surfaces like piles of laundry, sofas, or yes, your bed. It’s important to take care of this problem early, before it becomes a habit; talk to your vet if you need help stopping the inappropriate eliminations. Punishing cats for this type of urination is a common mistake cat owners make.

✔ She refuses her favorite meal When a cat is upset she may eat less or even refuse to eat at all. Often this is a reaction to a new or unfamiliar situation, a change in routine, or a big event at home, like the birth of a new baby. Keep a close eye on this one, however, as it can also be a sign of illness. If she won’t eat for more than a day or two, take her to the vet—it’s one of the 11 signs of cat cancer.

✔ He purrs Cats purr because they’re happy, right❓ Not always❗ Purring can also indicate anxiety, fear, or even aggression. If you keep petting a purring cat even after he shows other signs of irritation, you’re asking for a swipe or a nip.

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[luxxtuxx]

Hobie SFW Alphabet

This is going to be based on the version of hobie I use in my stories

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) In public: He throws his arm over you, grabs your hand, or just sits close enough that your legs touch In Private: The man becomes a lapdog, unless you are working or showering, he is attached to your hip. You have multiple videos of him sleepy, being grumpy because you need to get up from the couch to go pee

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) He was just drawn to you, you became friends quickly and there was a lot of dancing around feelings

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) This man has two cuddle settings and unless you ask for otherwise that's it. He will either lay down on top of you and snuggle his head into your stomach and stay there or he will pick you up and hold you to his chest

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) He doesn't want to settle down because that's too much consistency, he is decent at cooking, but cleaning he is perfection due to his height it helps gets a bunch of dust on top of shelves

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) He would try to explain and be nice and peaceful with it

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) He doesn't want to be married, but sometimes he likes to imagine how pretty you'd be in a dress like that

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Physically sometimes he forgets just how strong he is and when you guys rough house, he plays a little too rough. Emotionally he is great

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He loves hugs, again when home he is a cat. but around people, he hugs you sparingly. He doesn't want people to think he is going soft

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) When he asked you out for the first time it was one of things out of his mouth.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) This dude gets jealous, and fast. Especially when guys he doesn't are touching on you. He once got jealous because Miguel handed you some candy for your birthday. He bites his tongue because he doesn't want to upset you though

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Hobie is a kissing addict when you are not around people, every two seconds there is a kiss somewhere. He loves to be kissed anywhere, but his lips, or the palms of his hands. He'll kiss you anywhere, but often it's the top of your head, your knuckles, or your stomach

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He is great with children, he isn't sure how but mayday is in love with having playdates with you and 'UNCLE PUNK' (he may have cried the first time he heard that)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) He won't let you leave bed unless you gotta go pee. His arms hold you tight and doesn't like getting up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) He does face care with you and always makes sure you are comfy.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) If you weren't a spider person, once you two were serious, he would lay everything out on the table. He didn't want you to be hurt due to him not telling you

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Other people: He gets easy fast but normally can hide it You: He can't get angry at you if he comes home frustrated he always makes sure he calms down before talking to you so he doesn't accidentally snap at you

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) You are this man's whole world, He remembers almost everything, now some things will slip away but he remembers the important shit, like birthday, Starbucks order, fav animal, and stuff like that

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) Definitely the first time you slept over, Seeing you cuddled into his bed, with his hoodie covering you

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Oh Hell, he is protective, like super protective. When you are out on dates and you look super cute, he looks like the world's scariest human watchdog

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 1000% He once accidentally snapped at pavi because pavi told him to relax and that you would love the flowers even if they were the wrong color

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) he forgets to do the chores you spilt like the dishes sometimes. he doesn't mean to he swears

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He does not care, he will only try and be dressed up when you ask, like meeting your parents

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) If he is on a mission without you, he will speedrun the mission, because he just feels lonely without his angel of music around

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) He calls you any nickname in his head and you swear he has never called you something two times in a row.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) He hates when you think lowly of yourself or when people disrespect you

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) He can't sleep in quiet, so if you listen to music to sleep he is happy if you can't sleep with the noise he uses his earbuds

[hysteria-things]

sfw :)

on and off matt who likes to explain some random video game or movie lore to u and sounds 100% serious about it as if its real

on and off matt whos 6 months or a year younger than u (idk he just gives off the vibe of being younger 😭)

on and off matt who listens to u vent about ur problems and always has the best advice for u

on and off matt who sends u cat videos saying "us?"

on and off matt who likes to spam u tiktoks of random funny things or animal videos he sees on his fyp but its never cute couple videos which makes ur bf so unique 😭

on and off matt who prefers being little spoon and being ur baby during cuddling

on and off matt who likes to ask u for a kiss after saying "lets go" humbly after getting a victory on fortnite

on and off matt who loves ur cooking and fucks that shit up LMAOOO

on and off matt who does the laundry and cleaning for u

on and off matt who takes care of u as a moody mess on ur period

"i love u please dont ever leave me"

"oh u dont want me to leave u?"

"no"

"gotcha, won't leave"

on and off matt whos always in ur comments after u post urself on instagram or tiktok

on and off matt whos always in ur photo dumps

on and off matt who's very clingy and loves ur personal space

"give me a kiss"

"matt-"

"give me a kiss"

"matt ur pissing me off"

"one kiss"

"*smooch* okay get the fuck out"

*proceeds to shimmy away*

on and off matt whos always doing something stupid around u

*tries to handstand and ends up making a picture frame fall off the wall*

"*gasp* matt-"

on and off matt whos always attached to ur hip anywhere u go (ex: shopping together as u push the cart)

*holds up a bra and acts as if hes got it on* "think these are my size?"

"matt those are d cups"

"??? no these are bras"

"no- ykw, okay!"

on and off matt who squeezes ur tits and goes "honka honka" 😭😭

on and off matt who gets jealous and petty when u tell him about all the guys who tried to get with u after u guys broke up

"oh and- *yap yap yap*"

"hm right"

"and then- *blah blah blah*"

"hm right. so u wanna know how that makes me feel?"

"what?"

"like idgaf"

on and off matt who sees it coming everytime u hit him with a "ykw? we're over"

"shi, alright, can i get a kiss before i leave tho?"

on and off matt who has patience with u and refuses to yell at u back everytime u guys argue

on and off matt who has to deal with his girl friends trying to flirt with u (tara yummy and madison beer) but he prefers it rather than some random dude doing it

on and off matt who hearts ur stories or posts even after u guys break up

on and off matt who lowkey stalks ur social media over and over after u guys break up

on and off matt whos still cool with ur parents and siblings after u guys break up

on and off matt who daps up ur dad and side hugs ur mom in front of u after u guys break up and they invited him over for dinner without being aware of it

on and off matt who helps ur younger sister with her school homework even if he kinda forgot some things he learned in school and calms her anxiety while she stresses out about it

on and off matt who yaps about superhero lore with ur younger brother and is actually so engaged in it that he forgets hes actually here for u

on and off who always has to be warned whenever u whip out ketchup in front of him 😭😭

"look away im gonna put ketchup in my plate"

*immediately freaks out and covers his entire face* "are u done?"

"yep all good :)"

*sighs in relief as if he just faced the hardest thing in the world* "man. thank u"

on and off matt who gets severe separation anxiety to the point he makes u pee with the door open while he either lays in bed waiting for u or stands in the doorway while u get lecture him about this behavior 💀

*giggles*

"😐 i'm not laughing"

on and off matt who burps in ur face despite the fact that he hates chris doing it 😭

and lastly to top it off, whatever this is...

*yapping*

"wait"

"what?"

*farts*

"bro"

YOU ARE SO CREATIVE WITH THESE I LOVE THEM