#Cat Urine Smell

[roatmeal]

4th floor smells of urine

what kind

[dragonloanshark]

do middle aged men do any research before booking a hotel room or do they just see a deal and hand over their credit card

[rammipwq]

Being regressed is making me remember our childhood, I suddenly feel incredibly lonely and scared.

[brickcollector]

We got tugboat a calming collar and the men at my house won’t stop saying he smells like a urinal cake:(

[weratebeanz]

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What It Is

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Why We Love It

We first tried this product when one of our cats had an accident in a hotel. He peed on the mattress, and the urine pooled in a quilted indentation, leaving a yellow stain and a strong odor even though he's neutered.

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[petcatandkitten]

The Best Way to Remove Cat Pee Odour from Clothes and Bedding

Cats frequently urinate outside of the litter boxes. Litter box issues affect roughly 10% of cats at some point in their lives. It's critical to eradicate cat poop odor as soon as possible and completely. The scent of cat pee gets stronger the longer it sits. Your cat will most likely go back and urinate there again if the odor is strong. Cat urine contains a variety of germs in addition to uric acid. This leaves behind a potent smell that keeps coming back. Urine from male cats and older cats typically smells harsher. Read More...

[sacz21]

Few things are as frustrating for cat owners as the unmistakable odor of cat urine on their clothing. Whether it’s from an accident or a territorial marking episode, that pungent smell can be persistent and overwhelming.

[talkbycolor]

john doe game headcanons . . . ↷

A/N; i'm actually really sensitive about john doe JHSAJHSAJAS

Pairing; "John Doe" x GN!Reader

CW; Just doe being the weirdo we love / PISSPISSPISS / implied cannibalism? not so much tho / ew stinky gay / sex with a hairball

john doe as a partner.

His love for you is pure, but the lack of understanding in humans makes it complicated, he doesn't know how to express it in a "correct" way.

He has little interest in humans but all his interest in You, do you want to learn to play an instrument? Doe too, he would learn to use a phone to call you although it would be useless since in the end he would follow you to work, he can't stand having you away for even a second!

He tried to eat you (unfortunately not in a sexual way), he wanted to bite, pull your teeth, and tear them out of your cheeks to eat them, you had to use a lot of patience to explain to him that this was painful and you could die

He likes your fluids, your sweat smells so good, it tastes great, your tears, he knows that tears mean something is wrong but he can't help but want to lick them, at least he's like a puppy in that way and that will make you laugh, Doe wants to help! your urine, he will drink it all without a problem, if you are both having a loving session in bed and you want to go to the bathroom, forget it, he will open your legs and help empty your bladder, he loved being your personal toilet, your blood is the sweetest of his paradise, be careful with accidental cuts or his mouth will stick like a leech to your wound

Ideas for romantic activities will probably come from television, be careful what he watches

At this point, Doe lives by and for you, he will adapt to your lifestyle and tastes, although he cannot understand most of them, the idea of "breaking up" does not exist in his head, you can walk away, even stop talking to him and he will continue behind you

But he has feelings, why don't you talk to him anymore? Did he do something wrong? He no longer leaves rats in the kitchen, he no longer tries to make You dinners with raw meat, is that the way he looks? Tell him your standards! Doe will change everything for you, even reality

He can definitely purr, he's more like an old, ugly, stray cat that will rest on your lap, but he's YOUR, old, ugly, stray cat.

He doesn't know how to give compliments, it's more like observations or comments about how you make him feel "You're wearing a big hat!" "A red dress!", "I'm so happy to see you!" but it's adorable that he reminds you that you are his whole life…somehow

It's like having a child at home, in the strangest way possible, he will try to make horrible crafts for you and help with housework without much success.

If you demand sex, Doe would probably do his best to make a nice cock, just for you, or a pussy depending on what you like, he will be submissive but if you ask him to take control he will try

And that will probably be the messiest and hardest sex you've ever had in your life, Doe always adores you like it's your last day on earth so in a sexual sphere it would be ten times worse

If you put on a movie at night, he will fall asleep halfway through, no exceptions, the sound of the television and your smell will be enough

Doe would definitely kill for you, he doesn't understand jokes so please don't say "Ugh I hate that guy, I hope he's dead" because yes, the guy will be dead.

In case You doesn't like the smelly boy, Doe will try to take showers regularly, at least to not smell like something out of the sewer, the pain doesn't matter if it's about you

Loves physical contact and quality time

Surprisingly, Doe has a driver's license, he would be your personal chauffeur, you may think it's an adorable gesture but he just wants to be sure where you are at every hour of the day… and help, of course.

Aside from adoring you, Doe actually has his own tastes and hobbies, he HAS feelings! He has tried knitting since the technology is very confusing, he really is like an old man

He tries to have a good relationship with your friends and family, if you have a big family he will probably feel overwhelmed but that doesn't mean he will stop trying to show that he loves you and wants to be with you.

Your younger nephews love it, they think of Doe as a weird-looking uncle who lets them play with his hair

Doe shirt always has hearts when he looks at You.

♡

[followthebluebell]

New weird cat just dropped. She appears to be a highland mix.

She's fine with most of her nail trim except her double claws here.

She's using her box alright and I can't find any messes outside of it but she smells like pee and has some urine scald on her legs. She's groomed a lot of her back and belly to the point of hair loss.

She doesn't have a tail. Even her final vertebrae is missing so I expect some element of manx syndrome. I'm not sure how severe it is yet.

She's very sweet. Her primary goal in life is to sit in a lap and get pets. She's a bit difficult to photograph because as soon as she notices my hand is holding a phone (and not petting her) she assumes this is a dreadful error on my part and headbutts my hand as hard as possible.

[lola-writes]

𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐈 ║ II. Anaticula ║ Marcus Acacius x Hanno's sister!reader

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Synopsis: As an esteemed warrior of the Numidian army, your world turns on its axis when you’re taken prisoner by the Romans. Ever since your stealth attack that nearly cost the General of the Roman army, Marcus Acacius, his life, he appears to have taken a special interest in you. Under his tutelage of swordplay and carnal things, you delve deeper into the heart of the Roman Empire, uncovering its instability, and Acacius’ true intentions with you…

Themes & Warnings: 18+ (MDNI!), POV first person, blood & violence, slow burn, enemies to lovers, implied age gap, misogyny, political corruption & instability, yearning & longing, mutual pining, slavery, mentions of suicide, pet names

Anaticula (duckling), Adonis (god of beauty and desire)

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I never saw Acacius again after we disembarked. But I heard his name. It was cheered in chorus, vibrating through the city like galloping hooves. The wealth of Rome was rooted in his conquests, and the people loved him for it. To them, he was a hero, the embodiment of all their dreams come true. The dream of Rome. 

But from the outside looking in, this dream was rotten. The roads leading out of the city were a blight, a growing miasma of poverty and despair the further you went, like a festering wound. I gritted my teeth at the stench rising from the fetid streets, the scorching heat of the sun turning the smell thick in the air like soup, causing nausea to course through me again. 

I should have killed him, I thought. I should have fucking killed him. 

The ovation for his victory faded as the carriage pulled us further from the city. And after what felt like hours immersed in the relentless heat of the southern sun, a distant silhouette of buildings emerged before us. From the words exchanged between the drivers I surmised it was the city of Antium. Despite its teeming population, it lacked the grandeur of a true metropolis, its only notable feature being rows of crops sprawling their green tracks atop mounds and the circular arena at its heart, a seemingly smaller replica of the Colosseum. But to my relief, our distance from the capital offered some respite from its pestilence. 

As the carriage rolled through the city centre, I felt the weight of countless eyes upon me. Judgemental, hungry, lustful, hateful – their gazes were a tangible threat. The chains clattered around my wrists as I retreated from their outstretched hands. Whether their intentions were to caress me or hurt me, I was determined not to find out. 

The carriage halted before a jostling, clamorous crowd, and a burly guard yanked me and the other women out from our rusted cage. The moment my feet touched the gritty Antium soil, a man with long, greasy hair, and front teeth poking forward like a rat, approached me, reaching his grimy hands out to touch me. A foul stench, like rotting fish and cat urine, clung to his ragged robes, and without a second thought, acting purely out of instinct, I lunged back and connected my foot with his gut in one violent kick. The rat man fell backwards in the sand with a grunt, and the crowd erupted in gasps and cheers of delight.  

Panic sparked through me. In this foreign land, stripped of my title and reduced to a mere commodity, no more significant than shit under their boots, I had dared to defy my captors, and all I could expect was my sure destruction.

The rat man regained his footing quickly, bashing his huge incisors in a growl that sent saliva spurting out, and went for me again. I braced myself, having mere milliseconds to decide whether to submit or break his neck. But a hand shot out then, halting his attack.

“No touching before you buy!” growled a man in long beige and white coloured robes and a half head of hair. And though the bile rose up in my throat at the thought, I could only assume this was my master. The rat stepped back, piercing me with a look that demanded blood. 

A laugh came from my left. It was a laugh so exuberant and hearty that it spoke of wealth and power comfortably worn. He was tall and regal, his complexion the richest shade of brown. He wore golden circlets in his ears and his robes flowed red, purple, and gold, excellently complimenting his skin. His very presence whispered of charisma and effortless charm. 

“This is a feisty one!” he beamed, wagging a jewelled finger at me. “Are you certain you can handle her, Master Fausta?” 

The man in beige and white cast his gaze upon me, and a cold shiver creeped below my skin. His eyes were light blue and crazed as they bore into me, nearly bulging out of their sockets the way he pierced them open. “Trust me, Macrinus,” Master Fausta sneered, “Even the wildest dog will yield to the whip.”

I stared back at him defiantly, feeling the cuffs tighten around my wrists. If only he knew how fortunate he was I was chained up. 

Macrinus flashed a knowing smile, a row of perfectly white teeth. “Perhaps you should surrender her to me,” he suggested lyrically. “She’d triumph in the fighting pit.”

I couldn’t discern whether he was speaking in earnest or attempted to make a jest, but the idea intrigued me nonetheless. “Without a doubt,” I concorded, and watched a crackle of allure pass through Macrinus nearly black eyes, before a blow to my temple sent me reeling, and I tumbled to the ground. 

“Slaves don’t speak!” roared Master Fausta.

My head throbbed from the impact and something warm trickled down my face.  

“Now, now, there is no need for such theatrics,” Macrinus said calmly, before grabbing me by my arms and pulling me to my feet. My sight quivered from the impact, and briefly, I thought there was two of him. “What is your name, child?”

“Y/N,” I managed. 

“Y/N,” he repeated. “Remember – there are always worse fates to find yourself in.” He pulled a handkerchief from underneath his robes and dabbed at my temple with it. “Chin up,” he said, and before he left, he made a playful bow, swaying theatrically with his red-golden robes. “Best of luck to you, Master Fausta. And if it runs out, you know where to find me.”

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For days, we languished in their squalid cages, subjected to the scrutiny and degradation of the public while the masters prodded and examined us, inspecting us for injury, disease, and fertility - appraising us like livestock. As the days bled into endless nights, my spirit was slowly broken. Despair crept in, as I sunk deeper and deeper into poisonous thought. I would become a slave to someone’s whim, a mere commodity. The idea of escape was such an impossibility that the allure of oblivion grew stronger. Perhaps I could strangle myself with my own chains, or lure a guard close enough to grab his sword. 

Acacius’ voice echoed in my head, ‘That’s not going to happen.’ I admitted there was a part of me that had believed him. That some greater plan of rescue were hidden beneath those words. A fleeting thought. But now, huddled in my own filth, I was consumed by a darker fantasy. The moment of the battle when he was at my mercy replayed endlessly, but in my mind, I composed a different outcome. One where I plunged my dagger into his neck over and over, until it came off his body, and my vision dissolved into a crimson haze. It offered me a fleeting reprieve, a momentary release from the crushing weight of despair. But once reality dawned, I had sunk deeper into the abyss.

On the third day, they dragged us from the cage. A throng had gathered further down the street, a sea of faces converging on a small, raised platform. It was early still. Though the sun had barely crested the horizon, the streets were already abuzz with activity. The bidding war was already raging. The women from my village were paraded like livestock, their beauty or youth the sole currency in this barbaric exchange. Men jostled and shouted, their voices a clamour of greed and lust, waving their purses heavy with coin for the young and fair, their enthusiasm waning for the aged and ugly. I watched in horror as the perfumed aristocrats fumbled, roamed and pulled on their newly acquired possessions. I shuddered, imagining the degradation that awaited them in this accursed place. But fear did no longer consume me, for I would not live long enough to be submitted to any of it. 

A wave of icy dread washed over me as I saw Master Fausta, his grip tight on a trembling girl, perhaps no older than fourteen. She clung to herself like a frightened bird, while the men haggled over her like she was a prize mare. But as the auction raged ahead, my gaze caught a spark of shiny metal strapped to Fausta’s waist. A leather-wrapped dagger hung loosely against the young girl. And all I could think was being up there with him meant that I would be just within reach of it. 

I was up next. Each step towards the platform was a fresh wave of anguish. Two equally agonizing choices loomed before me, with mere seconds at my disposal to decide. Dread twisted my gut, a cold blade churning, while adrenaline infiltrated my veins, hot like fire. As I mounted the platform, my blood slowed, and dissociation clouded all ambient noise, the uproar of clattering coin purses fading into a distant hum. 

“Ten aureus!” one man roared.  

“Twelve!” bellowed another.

Master Fausta snorted with contempt, his beige-white cloaks swirling around him. “You can do better than that, just look at her!” he sneered, his grip on my face bruising.

I readied myself. The dagger at my side throbbed, a burning beacon.  

“Fifteen!” 

“Twenty-five!”

The bids escalated, each one a hammer blow against my will. The crowd below stretched out before me, a vast, undulating sea of faces, their eyes gleaming with avarice. 

As I reached for the dagger, a head in the crowd caught my attention. It wasn’t among the gaping bidders, turned to me with a purse raised in a clamour. It was hooded and obscured, flowing through the crowd with a predatory grace like a lion pursuing a herd of blackbuck. Every movement were deliberate and calculated, and when the hood revealed strands of black and silver, I nearly gasped. 

Like he was a silhouette against the sea of faces, he vanished into the throng before I had a chance to discern his features. My breath was hitched in my throat, my hand returning to my side - the purpose of its movement suddenly forgotten. 

“Thirty!” The crowd roared.

“Sixty,” came a voice in the front, commanding attention. 

“Oooooh,” Fausta exclaimed, trying to get a glimpse of the man who’d placed the highest bid yet. “Will anyone go any higher than sixty?” his voice echoed through the square, a challenge hanging in the air. 

My eyes locked with another’s through the chaos, and my heart leaped into my throat. Acacius. His face, obscured by the shadows of his hooded cloak, was an enigma of intent. A curious sense of relief washed over me before I could reprimand it. He stood unmoving, silent, not lifting a finger to get me away from there. And why should he?  

“Higher than sixty?” Master Fausta announced, his voice straining for excitement. But the crowd was silent, the faces casting glances at each other, each wondering who had dared to bid so extravagantly for a slave. But Acacius only held my gaze among them, unwavering, almost challenging. My relief soon curdled into malice, a venomous serpent coiling within me. I was on the verge of acting on that venomous impulse when Acacius, as though he could read my mind, placed a finger over his lips. Silence. And despite the beast of hatred clawing at my reason, I obeyed. 

He could not have placed the bid. There was nobody coming to save me.

“Anyone?” continued Fausta, his voice less enthusiastic. “Sold!”

I was discarded as swiftly as I’d been captured, thrust into the waiting arms of my new owner who tossed a heavy purse into Fausta’s greedy hands. The man, smelling of too much perfume and an undertone of bad milk, spoke to me, but his words were lost in the maelstrom of my own thoughts. As he guided me out of the throng, my eyes remained fixed on Acacius, his frame a ghost in the shifting crowd. His eyes followed me, but as the auction resumed, its roar drowning out all else, he vanished.  

“You listening to me, girl?” my master growled, and I nearly cricked my neck trying to find Acacius again. Once the crowd fell behind us, my master jolted me back to him and fixed me with his gaze. He was an imposing figure, old and tall, his body draped in a beautiful turquoise toga beneath a common hooded cloak, and his wrinkled skin had a film of falsity. His features twisted into a scowl from not being heard. “We have no time for this,” he grunted, pushing me towards an elegant wheelhouse. “Get in,” he said. 

Before I could even gasp a question, he shoved me into the shadowy confines of the wheelhouse and slammed the door shut. The vehicle rattled forward almost instantly, the discordance of the auction receding into a distant echo. Peeking through the curtains, I watched the scene shrink behind us – the jostling crowd, the slave cages, the arena, all fading into insignificance. 

We veered south, but before I was pulled back into the stench of Rome, we took a second road west. For hours, we traversed a landscape that shifted between dusted streets of civilisation and desolate stretches of sand beds. During the journey, my mind was a captive, contemplating all the horrors which awaited me. Would I scrub his floors? Would I cook his meals? Warm his bed? The prospect of becoming a Roman whore was excruciating. Revolt coiled and itched under my skin like maggots. 

The image of Acacius swam up before me. I was on the brink of preventing all of this, but his presence had paralysed me. Again. What was it about him that held such a suffocating grip on my mind? Like his very presence occupied too great a space for anything else to exist. 

What had he even been doing there? A man of his stature. A General. Lingering in an ocean of squabbling merchants. Perhaps his purpose there was to witness my fate. To watch his near killer get sold as a slave and relish in the imaginings of the cruel life which awaited her. However, next time, I would not fail. Whether it was him or me, one of us would die tonight. 

The carriage rolled onto a tree-lined gravel road, gliding towards a massive gate. As we passed through, the grandeur of the estate unfolded before me. I swallowed as the carriage came to a smooth halt; the silence broken by the squeaking carriage from the weight of moving bodies. The door flung open, and my master’s wrinkled face loomed over me, the lines etched deeper beneath the shadows of his cowl. I shuddered.

“We’re here,” he announced, his voice oddly subdued. Lost in a whirlwind of desperate schemes, I barely registered his words. “Quickly now!” he hissed, pulling me from the chariot. 

The world exploded into colour. I was engulfed by a verdant garden. The air was thick with birdsong, the scent of flowers mingled with the warm breeze, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, painting the scene in liquid gold. For a fleeting moment, I almost forgot my predicament, captured by this idyllic haven with a single thought that: I would not mind staying here forever.

“Make haste!” my master barked, striding towards the domus which centred the gardens, making no attempts to ensure I followed suit, but for some inexplicable reason, I still did. A chill prickled my skin even though I was damp with perspiration, as I followed him into the atrium. 

A sense of vastness and cool air washed over me. The pillars that crowned the room brought it up high, casting long, dramatic shadows across stone. And a feeling as though I’d walked into a cave from the desert brought me awe. The distant sound of trickling water drew my attention as we slowly approached the centre of the atrium, where a small pond had been built, teeming with vibrant fish, gleaming red, black and bright silver. 

My master ceased in front of it, his gaze fixed on something else but the fish. A thought of whether I should just drown him in this pond passed me like wind. I stopped across from him, awaiting his next move.  

The sound of footsteps brushed my ears and a shiver from another body entering my range of view coursed through me. White and gold muscle cuirass gleamed beneath the filtering rays entering through the ceiling, and as skin came into view, my breath lunged in my throat. 

“Senator Thraex,” came a voice set in steely velvet.

“General Acacius,” greeted my master.

A breathless feeling choked me as I locked eyes with him. His countenance was etched with a stern resolve, tempered by a flicker of concern. He stood bathed in the ethereal light, the gold and white seemingly shrouding him in a veil of divinity. 

He maintained a studied distance, as though he wished to assess the situation based on reaction first. His hair was gently coated pepper and salt, and his eyes were so dark they were nearly black. My mind raced as I attempted to tame the raging tempest of my disposition, while simultaneously attempting to piece together his presence here.

Thraex gestured towards me, “I’ve brought her. As you requested.”

“Thank you, Senator,” said Acacius, taking a measured step forward, his gaze barely grazing Thraex. 

“A peculiar sort of savage you’ve picked out,” Thraex observed, his toga gently swishing about him as he appraised me with a cautious glance. I responded with a glare of pure venom. Master Fausta’s dagger seemed a distant, yet desperately needed, memory.

“I’m afraid I am a man of unconventional tastes,” Acacius replied, his immensely dark eyes still piercing me with an intensity that kept itching beneath my skin. “I would get out of here before this one decides to try something foolish.” His voice dipped at the last word, the implication a veiled warning to us both. A furrow etched deep between his brows as he watched me knowingly. 

“I’m afraid I agree with you,” nodded Thraex and increased the distance between us. “It’s been an honor to serve you once more, General. I trust you continue the cause that inspired Lucilla-”

“Until tomorrow, then,” Acacius interrupted, cutting off Thraex’s sentimental pronouncements. There was a palpable urgency in his tone that led me to believe he was avoiding a subject.

“Indeed!” smiled Thraex and bowed. “Good day.”

Once the rustle of the carriage departing outside melted with distance, an unsettling sort of tension permeated the atrium, a palpable unease hanging heavy like the scent of an impending storm. 

I scrutinized his expression, desperately trying to decipher what the purpose of this encounter was. Was this a favour, or a punishment? With the stretching silence, I felt small... exposed, like an antelope in an open field. It felt like an eternity in the oppressive stillness of the atrium, until Acacius took another measured step towards me.

“Anaticula,” he said, and I began to question whether he used it as a slight or an endearment.  

“Why am I here?” I demanded, my voice coming out shakier than I’d intended. 

The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow: this man had orchestrated my purchase and had me smuggled into his own possession. What exactly did this entail? That I now belonged to him? A wave of nausea washed over me, a sickening sensation of weightlessness. Was this his revenge?

“Are you going to kill me?” I finally blurted out, the question like smoke in the air. 

He snorted, as if amused by the very notion, then quickly schooled his features into an expression of chilling solemness. 

“I’ve told you that dying was never an option,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. 

“So, what then?” I demanded, my voice edged with frustration. Another silence stretched, and the furrows between his brows deepening, as if the subject was overwhelming to contemplate. Then, he fixed me with eyes so demanding, and almost pleading, as if to somehow ease the impact of his words. 

“I have bought you,” he stated, and the words ignited a flame that began licking my nerves hot. “You belong to me now.”

What sort of sick plot was this? Was I to be his slave forever? An eternally suffering punishment. 

I would rather die.

“I’m going to kill you,” I hissed.

He quirked an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips as he dropped his gaze to his feet. “Well, we both know how well that worked out last time,” he said, gazing up at me again.

My retort died in my throat, choked by a surge of disbelief. But before I could recover, he uttered six words that would forever alter my fate. 

“I’m going to set you free.”

I blinked, utterly bewildered. Was this some sort of ruse?

“On one condition”, he said, approaching me slowly – so slowly I hardly noticed. “You’ll have to do one thing for me.

“Just like that?” I scoffed. “I do something for you, and you’ll set me free?” 

He seemed closer now, the gleam of his white cuirass almost blinding me, and his features more apparent. I felt strangely winded, and a foreign pressure bloomed in the pit of my stomach. 

“That’s right,” he said, his voice a low, silken drawl.

“And what guarantee do I have that you won’t deceive me?” I demanded, my voice faltering as I caught his eyes flickering over my lips. A fraction too long. 

“You’ll just have to trust that I won’t,” he said low, like it was something only I should hear.

He was looming over me now, and I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I had not had a bath in a really long time.  

I studied him extensively, but nothing about his countenance revealed even a hint of deceit. Suddenly, all my previous fears facing slavery dimmed, and I concluded that, no matter what he’d ask of me, the exchange for my freedom would be worth it. Killing him would be a small feat if his demands would prove unfavourable.  

“What do I need to do?” I asked, a steady tremor of anticipation clearing my rage. 

“I cannot say before you agree,” he replied, his timber firm and utterly convincing.  

I nodded slowly, the weight of his gaze heavy upon me. 

“Swear it,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “A sacramentum.” He extended his hand out to me, and I hesitantly took it. I glanced down at our union. His made mine look miniscule in comparison. They were rough and calloused from years warfare. But there was a warmth in them which nuzzled through my bones as his fingers gently played across my skin. My skin sparked hot, like my hands had just become the most sensitive part of my body. “Repeat after me.”

I swear that I shall faithfully execute all that you command.

I shall never desert the service,

and I shall not seek to avoid death.

The words tasted like ash in my mouth, like pledging myself to the enemy – betraying my own people for my freedom. 

But no one was coming to save me. This was my only option. This is how I would stay alive. 

“Now,” I whispered, my voice trembling, the nerves in my stomach twisting into knots, a thousand terrifying possibilities flashing through my mind. “What do you want me to do?”

His eyes hardened, the shadows inside them rising to the surface. 

“I want you to help me kill the emperors of Rome.”

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[literaryvein-reblogs]

Some Perfumery Vocabulary

Absolute - An extraction from a concrete using alcohol. The essential oil of scented flowers and other aromatic plant parts in its purest and most concentrated form. It is extremely expensive. A few important oils used in an absolute form are: geranium, lavender, lily, and rose.

Accord - A combination of a number of different scents which blend together to produce a new fragrance.

Agrestic - "Of the countryside"; odours of heather, forest depths, and the meadow.

Aldehydes - Aromatic chemicals isolated for the first time in the 19th century, but that also occur naturally. Certain aldehydes provide an increased diffusiveness, sparkle, and lift to perfumes, most famously in Chanel No. 5.

Almondy - Bittersweet, soft, and nutty scent.

Amber - An accord in perfumery that is supposed to recall the qualities of ambergris. It is often constructed with labdanum, Tolu balsam, or Peru balsam. Often an accord in Oriental perfumes.

Ambergris - A highly prized perfume ingredient consisting of the oxidized excretion from a sperm whale. It is rarely used in its natural form in perfumery because of its rarity, exorbitant cost, and concerns about sourcing ambergris from live whales rather than from shore-found ambergris. It’s said to have an earthy, sweet, tobacco, and pleasantly animalic scent. It primarily works to bring out other notes in perfumery rather than to impart a particular scent on its own.

Ambrein - The primary scented molecule in ambergris, isolated and used in perfumery. It’s warm, sweet, vanillic, and ambery, with facets of spice and tobacco.

Animalic - Describes fragrances with animal ingredients in natural or synthetic form, including civet, castoreum, musk, or ambergris. The voluptuous, erotic, and sometimes disturbing quality of animalic perfumes can register in an olfactory way, as something “dirty” or animal-smelling, or as a feeling, a mood, or a quality. Sometimes, it can be both.

Aromatic - Having a strong or distinctive smell.

B—E

Balance - A combination of different fragrance notes so adjusted in proportion to one another that none of the individual notes is more prominent than any of the others.

Balsamic - The resin from the bark of trees and shrubs (Peru, Tolu, styrax) that have a rich vanilla scent. Balsamic is a term used to describe perfumes with the soft, ambery aspects these resins impart.

Benzoin - A sweet, balsamic resin used in incense and as a base note in perfume for its vanillic scent and fixative properties. Also known as styrax because it comes from the bark of the styrax tree.

Bergamot - The essential oil from the peel of the nonedible Citrus aurantium fruit that looks like a small orange. Its sweetish, mellow lemony scent is a crucial top note in perfumery.

Calone - A synthetic “marine” note that is supposed to evoke the freshness of the ocean. It has a slight watermelon facet.

Camphoraceous - Describes a fresh, clean, medical fragrance.

Caramel - Sweet, rich, creamy, buttery scent.

Cardamom - An intensely aromatic, sweet spice from the ginger family, in the form of a pod filled with seeds.

Carnation - A smoky, sweet, and clove-like scent, the latter facet due to Eugenol, the primary component of clove.

Cassis - (or black currant bud) A sharp, fruity, almost cat-urine-like scented perfume note.

Cistus - (or Labdanum) A resin from the rockrose bush, traditionally gathered from goats’ beards as they fed on the plant. Labdanum is said to be the note closest to the scent of ambergris. Creamy, soft, vanillic.

Citrus - Fresh, light fragrance characteristic of citrus fruits, but also imitated synthetically.

Civet - In classical perfumery, the cream harvested from the anal gland of the mongoose-like civet animal, often described as cat like. Fecal-smelling when undiluted, civet “rounds” out other notes when used judiciously. Famous as an overdosed note in Guerlain’s Jicky (1889), it is considered one of the first abstract modern scents. Civet is primarily in synthetic form now.

Clove - An aromatic spice similar to cinnamon, but less sweet. Its primary component is Eugenol.

Coniferous - The fragrance note of pine, spruce, juniper and similar such trees, often used in men's fragrances.

Diffusive - A perfume whose fragrance quickly becomes apparent in the air surrounding the wearer.

Dry - The aromatic effect of perfume ingredients such as woods and mosses in contrast to sweet and warm fragrances.

Earthy - The subtle fragrance impression of earth or earth-mould which is found in certain essential oils such as vetiver and patchouli.

Equine - Notes of hay and leather.

F—M

Floral - The general fragrance of flowers.

Fruity - Citrus, berries, tropical, and other non-citrus fruit scents.

Fungal - Molds, yeast, and mushroom scents.

Green - General fragrance of grasses and green plant parts.

Harmony - A pleasing combination of fragrance notes.

Hayfield notes - Usually based on coumarin, which have an odour of new-mown hay.

Heavy - Denotes a fragrance in which the least volatile ingredients, such as mossy or animalic ones, are dominant, giving a very strong effect. Such fragrances are mostly used in chypre and oriental-type perfumes.

Herbaceous - The characteristic general fragrance of herbs and herbal medicines. Sage, rosemary and lavender are examples.

Honey - Used as an ingredient in early Arab perfumes and appears in later European ones (e.g., Honey Water). In modern perfumery a substance providing the sweet aromatic effect of honey and known as Honey (or Miel) is manufactured synthetically.

Indolic - The disquieting, ripe, animalic, and almost excremental facet of scents.

Leather - A perfume accord and category of perfume constructed from various notes, including birch tar, styrax, castoreum, and a variety of synthetic notes.

Light - Delicate, clean, and fresh-laundry scent.

Marine - Iodized scent.

Mellow - Soothing and calming scent.

Metallic - A fragrance reminiscent of metal, providing a clean, cool effect. Metallic notes are used in perfumes to assist in promoting an effect, not as main fragrances.

Minty - A fragrance reminiscent of mint, e.g., peppermint or spearmint. Such fragances are usually used to provide a special, fresh effect in a top note.

Mossy - The general odour of oils obtained from mosses and lichens.

Musk - Produced by the musk deer and excreted by the male during mating season. Musk deer were killed almost to extinction for their valuable musk glands, which were dried, and whose musk “seeds” were removed and steeped in alcohol to create tinctures for perfume. The scent of real musk is warm, with depth and a dark animalic aroma. Many synthetics now can mimic musk scent, but one of the most superior musk synthetics, nitro-musks, which were in Chanel No. 5 and countless other vintages, has been banned due to toxicity concerns. Musk can also be substituted with plant ingredients including ambrette seed and angelica.

Musty - Damp, earthy, or stale odor.

N—W

Narcotic - Exceptionally strong and heavy fragrances obtained from some flowers (e.g. jasmine and tuberose) and animalic ingredients, which need to be used with careful discretion in a perfume.

Ozonic - A perfume accord that attempts to create the smell of fresh air after a thunderstorm.

Peppery - Odour of pepper.

Powdery - Soft and clean scent.

Rich - Fragrances that have numerous layers, notes, and accords in all stages (top, mid, base), creating a multifaceted feel.

Rounded - The overall smoothness and fullness of a fragrance.

Sharp - A strong scent.

Smoky - The slight smell of smoke created in a perfume by certain oils such as Birch Tar Oil. It is used in men's fragrances to provide a leathery effect.

Spicy - Describes in general the distinctive fragrance of essential oils which have been obtained from spices.

Sweet - A sweet and rather sugar-like fragrance such as vanilla.

Tobacco - Fragrances resembling cured tobaccos, which are particularly popular in masculine toiletries.

Wintergreen - Has a very powerful and fresh, medicinal odour.

Woody - Fragrances reminiscent of wood. These fragrances are provided by wood oils, such as cedar, by essential oils from other plants having a wood-like aroma, such as patchouli, and by synthetics.

Sources: Perfume: The Art and Craft of Fragrance by Karen Gilbert ⚜ The Perfume Handbook by Nigel Groom ⚜ Scent & Subversion by Barbara Herman ⚜ Scent: A Natural History of Fragrance by Elise Vernon Pearlstine ⚜ Introduction to Perfumery by Tony Curtis & David G. Williams ⚜ The Big Book of Perfume

More: Word Lists ⚜ References ⚜ Describing Scent ⚜ Fragrance Notes & Levels

[octuscle]

The ghost of Beta Rho Omega

Jeff and Scott were standing in front of a hovel. It must have been an impressive house once. But the broken porch, the half-collapsed roof, the broken windows, it was all pitiful. And all in such an excellent location. The university campus was around the corner, with a few remaining fraternity houses in the neighborhood, but the majority of them were investment properties such as student residences, boarding houses and office buildings, with coffee shops and co-working spaces on the first floors. Not exactly their world. Jeff and Scott were the children of laborers, their children were laborers. In their minds, students were freeloaders and ne'er-do-wells. And in many cases, even voters for the Democrats. As I said: Not their world!

Their job today was to clear out the wreckage, tear down the porch and prepare the construction site for the excavators that would arrive tomorrow to clear the way for a new Starbucks or something. They didn't need to unlock the door, and they didn't have a key anyway. A powerful kick was enough. And the rotten wood gave way with a crash. A cat fled screaming from the dark room, which smelled musty. The young colleagues would have put on face masks by now. Wimps, Jeff thought to himself. They shone flashlights around the room. It looked as if a farewell party had been held many years ago and then the building had been abandoned. Beer bottles and weathered pizza boxes could still be seen in the thick dust. The furniture was covered in droppings from pigeons, cats and other animals. Scott went to a window and forcefully pushed it and the shutters off their rusty hinges. Fresh air! Thank God! And light that offered an even better view of the chaos. Part of the ceiling had come down. Water damage. The wallpaper was hanging in shreds from the walls. The only thing that looked surprisingly clean and intact was a large banner above the fireplace “verum homines olet, verum homines amant odor verus hominum”. Scott asked what that meant. Jeff replied if he looked like that, would he speak Spanish.

The two of them searched the first floor. The stairs leading upstairs didn't look like they could withstand two massive workmen. They would need a ladder. The kitchen smelled like rotten food and animal droppings. There were pictures hanging in a hallway. Some of them were a little yellowed. But surprisingly, the frames of the pictures were dust-free. On the frames were brass plates with names on them. And in front of each one was always the same: “Bro of the Month” and a date. Some of the plates were from the 50s, some from the 70s, some from the 90s. There must have been many more pictures in the past.

The shadows of the missing pictures could be seen on the wall. The last two Bros of the Month whose pictures were still hanging were called Jeff and Scott. And the Bros, who, like the other shirts, had BPO printed on them, clearly looked like what Jeff and Scott would have looked like if they had spent their high school days in the gym and on the football field. Jeff and Scott turned pale. Pale like the freshly painted wall behind them. Shit, Jeff had to throw up, was there a bathroom around here? He opened the nearest door.

White tiles, urinals, toilet boxes. Jackpot! He opened a box and broke into the toilet bowl. Shit, shit, something was wrong! Yes, there were puddles of piss and obviously more than one guy had jerked off here. But everything was in good condition. “Bro, everything okay in there?” Was that Scott? His voice sounded different. Younger. Deeper. ”Dude, are you jerking off? Or why is it taking so long?”

Jeff went back to the hallway. The guy standing there was probably Scott. With longer hair. And somehow… younger! Had he changed his clothes? Or had he been wearing the overalls all along? And damn it, why wasn't he wearing a helmet or a T-shirt. And Scott stank! Of sweat and musk. Shit, shit, shit! Scott raised an arm and scratched the back of his head. Like the Scott in the picture “Bro of the Month.” He inhaled the stench from his hairy armpit. A deep cave between large pectoral muscles and impressive biceps and triceps. Was Jeff seriously getting a boner? Scott began to knead the bulge in his crotch with the hand that wasn't scratching his head. “You like what you see, bro?” Why did Scott talk like that? “Bro,” that's what young, stupid college students called each other. Not workers. Like Jeff and… Were they workers? Scott had been his buddy since high school. Most successful quarterback in ten years. And he himself… Wasn't he… Right, the linebacker. Shit, maybe he'd just had too much to drink yesterday. Jeff flexed his pecs. He knew that made Scott hot. ”Of course I like it, bro! How about you? Do you like it?” On Jeff's naked chest, beads of sweat glistened in the chest hair. Scott lowered his dungarees and freed his cock from the yellowed and encrusted jockstrap. With one hand he jerked his cock, with the other he worked Jeff's right nipple. Jeff moaned, unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers Scott pushed Jeff back to the toilets and pushed him against a wall. He spat on his dick and began to insert it into Jeff's ass. Shit, why couldn't the two of them be together for half an hour without having sex?

Last night's party had gotten out of hand again. Like almost every party at Beta Rho Omega. Jeff and Scott were on garbage duty this time. Damn, a few of the chairs in the dining hall had been broken. That happened quite often, too; the BPO members were the biggest guys on campus. The alumni were used to writing regular checks for new furniture. The guys from Rho Epsilon Epsilon Kappa across the street had really overdone it again two years ago; their house had to be completely renovated. But hey, that was the neighborhood: a bunch of frat houses where big, dumb guys competed to see who could throw the best parties. A few went to college. But they were just a few nerds.

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[i-drop-level-one-loot]

(I'm sorry it took me so long, I realized I wanted to participate in Kinktober after my ask box filled up with requests, then life got crazy, I moved, started a new job, got a baby (cat)..) CW: Gang bang, GN!Reader, multiple penetration, licking, both male and female partners, abduction, monster fuckers, non-con, forced oral, non human genitalia, urination

It's been two months since (Reader) fell.

They wondered if anyone had noticed they were missing.

Had their boss called the police? Maybe the apartment manager when (Reader) failed to pay their rent?

It didn't matter.

No one would ever find them.

There was a trail leading through a large patch of woods behind (Reader's) hometown that they often enjoyed hiking, but a couple of months ago (Reader) had made the mistake of traveling too far off from the trail. The young adult quickly became lost in the thicket, getting turned around as the sun went down. Then, they fell.

The hole seemed to go on forever, and they would have died, or at least broken something important, if a pile of soft bedding hadn't cushioned their landing.

"My, my, my.. what little snack has fallen into my chamber?"

(Reader) struggled in the mass of leaves and furs, frightened and disoriented from their sudden descent into the earth. But before they could sink deeper into the remains of animals unfortunate enough to have fallen before them, (Reader) was hoisted into the air by a strong hand clenching a fistful of their sweater. A giant creature larger than a suped up truck held (Reader) at eye level.

"Oh? What a cute little snack." The feminine voice echoed through (Reader's) skull. Whatever it was that now had (Reader) captive looked like a human woman that had a bug grow to a horrific size within her; soft pieces of human like flesh stretched out over a hard exoskeleton, tearing in multiple spots.

An exposed, human like skull molding into mandibles was presented as her face, with insect eyes lodged within it's sockets.

Because of the unrealistic, dreamlike scenario (Reader) found themselves in, they responded numbly, "Please don't eat me." It wasn't confidence that kept their voice from quaking, but shock.

Their request seemed to amuse the monstrous woman. She chuckled loudly, both within (Reader's) mind in a beautiful laugh and from her metal-like chest. The sound that reverberated from her body sounded like a knife being drug across a pipe. Her strong hand shifted, moving from (Reader's) sweater, holding them up like a kitten by their scruff, to cradling (Reader) against her bare chest. The chest was flat and without breast tissue, but it still felt effeminate to (Reader). Perhaps it was because of the soft curves above her hips, or the slender shape of her nape, but it made (Reader) feel almost embarrassed, exposed, in the nude woman's embrace.

The parts that resembled human flesh were cold like a corpse, chilled from the hard insides. Her skin was a dulled earthy color, and the longer (Reader) was pressed against it, the more the reality of their situation sank into their mind, transforming the numbness into paralyzing fear. And the monster holding (Reader) gently to her bosom smelled the change in their sweat, further entertaining her.

"Do I frighten you, little one?" Her hypnotizing voice that telepathically sang into (Reader's) head spoke in unison with the actual voice of screeching, ear piercing scraping of sharp plates.

(Reader) went rigid. This wasn't a dream. This was real. Their limbs involuntarily shook. How should the respond? What could they say in this situation?

"No." They lied. They didn't know how they found the strength to speak, but the lie tumbled out before they could clamp their mouth tight.

Another laugh rocked (Reader's) weak heart within their rib cage.

"How sweet.." An abnormally long, mostly armored finger stroked (Reader's) face. "You lie to the Queen.."

(Reader) was laid down upon what they assumed to be the Queen's bed, a more organized stack of furs and leaves. The Queen stood above (Reader), giving them a better view of her body. She had two sets of arms attached to a slender abdomen, with no belly button, her gently rounded stomach ended in a strange split at her pelvis( what (Reader) guessed to be her genitals), and from her hips were very large, inhumanly shaped thighs, without any skin texture, attached to rough and bumpy legs bent backwards and elongated, ending in insect like feet.

"Shall I eat you, little one?"

(Reader) began to tear up, feeling their bladder about to betray them. Their thighs quivered under the pressure of their fear.

"Or.. shall I keep you?" The Queen's upper hands traveled up over her chest, caressing herself, as her lower pair made circles on her lower stomach, inching closer to her exposed slit.

A horrified noise escaped (Reader's) nose as they felt warmth leak out, soiling their pants. The adult began silently sobbing, heaving as they failed at holding in both their crying and their urine. Before them, the Queen seemed to become excited, her antenna twitching as the air filled with (Reader's) scent, one only she could detect. Animalistic and hungry, she fell onto her hands and what appeared to be knees, crawling over (Reader) and tearing off their bottoms with unnatural strength.

(Reader's) body was revealed against their will, and they could no longer hold back their terrified screams. Their hollering didn't phase the woman as she felt their piss stained underwear. Her skeleton like fingers ripped open their wet fabric, purring as she investigated the human body, a reproductive body unlike her own. And it aroused her.

"You are an adult.. I can smell it.." Her mandibles opened, revealing a human like bottom jaw, with sharp, carnivorous teeth, and a long tongue dripping with saliva.

(Reader) couldn't fight back; their struggling didn't budge the Queen as she lowered her mouth onto (Reader's) wet lower half. Her long muscle explored (Reader's) warmth, before finding their ass. The skin on (Reader's) fists scraped and bled as they weakly beat the Queen's head, begging her to stop as her tongue entered their clenched hole.

"Stop!" Their screams fell on deaf ears as the organ seemed to elongate, pressing up even further into (Reader's) colon painfully. It pulsated as she tasted (Reader), breathing in deeply as she did so, relishing in their scent.

Her exposed septum rubbed against (Reader's) most sensitive place, exciting their nerves against their wishes. They fought against it, but their body began to feel pleasure despite (Reader's) emotional anguish. And the Queen could taste it.

The change in (Reader's) smell spurred on the creature, speeding up her movements as she fucked (Reader) with her tongue faster, enjoying the leaking fluids mixing with (Reader's) pee. Their stomach muscles tightened as their climax built.

......................................

(Reader) cried out a pathetic "No!" as they came into the Queen's mouth, writhing under her as their muscles spasmed.

But the Queen wasn't done with them yet..

Two months later, and (Reader) was glued to the Queen's side. Her new favorite mate, she never let (Reader) further than an arm's distance away from her, regardless of what she was doing. (Reader) had to be present for some of the most disturbing activities they had ever seen, including the Queen laying eggs. The Queen often told (Reader) that they were (Reader's) children as well, frightening (Reader) as well as confusing them. It was impossible, (Reader) thought, but they never saw the Queen mating with other monsters.

And there were other monsters.

Males and females, all significantly smaller than the Queen, hitting about (Reader's) height, who would occasionally enter the Queen's chambers to retrieve the eggs or bring food for the Queen and (Reader). Each creature was just as disgusting as their queen, with flesh stretched uncomfortably across ant like bodies. But it wasn't their anatomy that disgusted (Reader) the most: it was the way they stared at them. Monsters unable to blink, they never turned away from (Reader's) face whenever they entered the room. (Reader) didn't know what they were thinking, and wasn't sure if they wanted to know.

But they couldn't take it any more.

The Queen hardly slept, not needing to sleep as often as (Reader) did, only sleeping once since (Reader) fell, but when she did, she was out. Out hard enough where she was practically dead to the world.

And it seemed as though it was time for her to sleep again.

(Reader) stood by the drowsy Queen, naked. Their clothes were destroyed after their arrival, and the creatures had no need for clothing, so nothing was available to replace their hoodie and pants. It was a discomfort that (Reader) never got over.

"I shall see you soon, little one.." The Queen clicked softly as she curled up into the bedding.

'I'd rather die.' (Reader) bitterly thought, scrunching up their nose to prevent themselves from snarling like a caged animal. Although they did their best to keep their hatred off of their face, the Queen chuckled, seemingly taking joy in (Reader's) rage.

'You won't be laughing for long..'

They waited for what they hoped was an hour after the Queen passed out, trying to count the seconds down without the aide of a clock or ability to see the sky. Then, they took their chance.

On all fours, muscles sore from lack of use, body weak from nearly constant abuse, (Reader) crawled as silently as they could out of the den, unaware of the bemused twitch of the Queen's antenna.

They were silent, breathing such shallow breaths that (Reader) felt light headed.

But what they didn't account for was the stench.

(Reader's) tender sex and ass smelled of their's and the Queen's intimacy, even though (Reader) couldn't smell it, the rest of the hive certainly did.

As they snuck through the halls, the hive were alerted immediately of (Reader's) departure by the telepathic Queen, and were on the hunt for (Reader), following their smell.

It only took one to see (Reader's) cute little behind as they pathetically tried to crawl past for every member of the hive to know where (Reader) was, and for every worker not actively caring for younger members to immediately beeline for (Reader's) location.

And it didn't take long, for (Reader) to become hopelessly lost.

Panic began to fill their lungs and suffocate the poor captive.

"It is you!" A raspy voice exclaimed behind (Reader), startling a yelp out of the human. A male stood behind (Reader) with his hands clawing at his chest as if to steady his heart.

Fright rocked (Reader) to the core. "Please don't kill me.." They muttered nervously, already spun around on their knees to beg for their life.

The worker didn't seem to be listening, his antenna rapidly flicking about as he rambled under his breath.

"So sweet.. so cute.. so soft.. our mate.."

From his pelvis an endophallus emerged, pointed at (Reader's) face. The realization of (Reader's) fate caused a surge of adrenaline, propelling them in the opposite direction, running as fast as they could move their legs.

As they ran they heard voices down every corridor they passed, chanting words of love and attraction for their "mate". There seemed to be no escape; each hall (Reader) nearly turned down had voices calling out for them. They continued trying to run where there were no sounds, but eventually found themselves in a giant room of furs and leaves:

(Reader) had stumbled upon the sleeping chambers of the adult workers.

Tears filled their eyes as the room began to fill from multiple entrances with workers excitedly crying out for (Reader).

"It is!-"

"Our mate!-"

"Finally!-"

They wasted no time pulling (Reader) to the ground, ready to prove their love for their Queen's favorite mate.

As (Reader) opened their mouth to scream a long tongue entered and thrust itself deep into their throat. Choking and gagging, they were too busy trying to push the creature kissing them away to cover up their lower half. Like a dog pile, (Reader) was swarmed from all sides.

The workers fought one another just for the chance to touch (Reader). The second a crevice on their body was violated by a sharp inhuman dick, rubbing wherever they could reach, the creature would be thrown off, replacing the cock for a tongue or a hand. Sharp fingers massaged (Reader's) swollen body as every every hole was filled and every fold caressed. The long tongue was exchanged for a monstrous dick, but even that cold metallic-like phallus suffocating (Reader) was replaced by a female's vaginal slit as soon as the male filled (Reader's) stomach with a sticky liquid.

There was so much being touched at once that (Reader) couldn't focus on all the ways they were being assaulted.

If their ass was getting rammed by a cock, and their mouth was occupied by something else, with no holes available the creatures found other ways to fuck (Reader); folding their arms and knees and masturbating into the folds of their soft flesh; using (Reader's) hands like dildos and forcing (Reader) to enter their bodies; licking the sweat off of whatever body part they could reach while touching themselves impatiently.. Even the shallow button of their naval was molested by prodding tongues and fingers.

(Reader) was painted over and over again by fluids. All the while, the monsters would sing praises for (Reader) between their panting, grunts and moans. There seemed to be no end, with dozens of men pumping warm slime into (Reader's) stomach and ass while women rode out their orgasms on (Reader's) body.

Everything went black at one point, passing out due to a combination of a lack of air and exhaustion.

But when (Reader) woke up, they found that their body was still being used as a cum dump for another wave of workers. Their body was past the point of over stimulation, incapable of pleasure. It was pulsating electricity rolling across their abdominal muscles, contracting without (Reader's) permission.

They didn't know how long they were passed around for, but it was impossible to keep track of the number of monsters taking turns using (Reader's) body. Blood was dripping out of every orifice asking with cum and arousal fluid, the sharpness of their big like cocks and the hardness of the women's pelvises tearing (Reader's) body both inside and out.

The last thought (Reader) had before going completely dumb, was wishing that they hadn't left the Queen's side..

(A/N again, I'm so sorry it took so long! And that my drafts wouldn't let me edit your story anymore 😭 I hope you see this, Ant Anon!)

[projectcaramel]

Obey Me! Random Headcanon #10

Lucifer Edition

He is more prone to acting like a super-villain on a power trip every time he listens to classical music. It doesn't have to be a cursed record, although this does make it more obvious.

He likes all animals, though dogs are his favorite. That said, Cerberus belongs to a separate class of his own.

He has a problem deciding what shade of black to wear in the morning and will ask for a second opinion from Asmo, who is the only one other person in his family who can distinguish #000000 from #121212. (Hexadecimal color in case you're confused.)

Lucifer once got into a tickling match with Diavolo (they were drunk), and Diavolo badly lost. Only Barbatos actually remembers this incident, and he still chuckles about it.

Although the variety of apple he enjoys gives him severe migraines and breathing problems in excess, he will stress-eat them when they are in the house.

He thinks it's cute when his brothers get mad at him for reasons that are trivial to him, e.g. Mammon yelling at him for working himself to death.

He is incredibly sensitive to particular smells, such as cat urine (Satan's fault), demonus (Diavolo's fault), and MC's body wash (His fault, for reasons he refuses to disclose).

-- Caramel: Happy birthday, Lucifer! --

[caldwellwrites]

Things to Consider When Writing Setting

As a writer who has been coming up with a specific story concept for the past nine and a half years, I have a lot of trouble when it comes to writing and, oftentimes, imagining the setting of particular scenes. I almost always one detail in my head, but struggle to come up with any other features. Anyone can think, "Okay, my character is in a parking lot". But we, need to think beyond that.

Okay, first things first, decide a few things before we start consulting the big(ish) list.

-Where does this scene take place? (Pt. 1) That means the type of location. Are they in a forest? At home? In a Starbucks? There are a near-endless list of places for your character to be, but it's crucial to make sure you know where this person is before building from there. In my opinion, this is probably the most important aspect to know before attempting to write about the setting. Know. Where. They. Are.

-Where does this scene take place? (Pt. 2) This means the country or province. Consider every aspect of this place (I'll be making a post about world-building soon for those who need it). What are the geographical, cultural, and climate-related features. Think about how would these features impact the way your character experiences their environment.

-When does this scene take place? I'm talking about the time period, time of day, and time of the year. All of these factors will change what your character sees, hears, smells, everything.

Now that you've (hopefully) answered the three questions above, let's look at the big list of ideas. These are just some ideas I thought of while writing and editing this list, there are so many more ideas that are not on here. Try not do get overwhelmed by the list, and just look at it one section at a time. Play with some of these ideas in your head, on paper, a doc, whatever, and decide what feels write (get it?) for your project!

Sky, Weather, and Temperature

Sky Objects: Sun, Moon, Planets, Stars (Constellations), Meteors, Clouds (look up the different types), Rainbow, Flying Craft (Planes, Blimps, Drones, Helicopters), Balloons, Confetti, Kites, Bubbles

Weather: Sunny, Cloudy, Rainy, Stormy, Snowy, Hail, Foggy, Windy

Temperature: Sweltering, Hot, Warm, Comfortable, Chilly, Cold, Freezing

Nature and Natural Elements

Plants: Trees, Flowers, Grasses, Herbs, Mushrooms, Weeds, Bushes

Domestic Animals: Dogs, Cats, Horses

Wild Animals: Wolves, Coyotes, Bears, Wild Cats, Raccoons

Water Sources: Unmoving, Slow / Gentle, Rapid, Rough

Objects and People

Vehicles

Houses

Shops, Kiosks, Stalls

Schools & Other Buildings

Garbage

Fences, Walls, and Other Barricades

Parades, Parties, Festivals

Random Citizens / Passerby's

Higher-Ups (Royalty, Government Officials, etc)

Workers (Gardeners, Dog Walkers, Street Performers, etc.)

Furniture or Decor

Smells

Urine or Feces

Death / Blood

Cigarette / Cigar / Marijuana Smoke

Car Smog

Flowers

Fresh Cut Grass

Garbage

Food and Drink

Rain

Smoke / Fire

Pine

Sounds

Animal Sounds (Birds, Dogs, Insects, Frogs, etc. )

People Being Loud (Screaming, Playing, Cheering, Laughing, etc.)

Wind (Wind Chimes, Howling Wind, Blowing through plants, etc.)

Water

Machinery (Lawn Mower, Leaf Blower, etc.)

Transport (Carriages, Cars, Buses, Boats, Trains, Emergency Vehicles)

Weather Sounds (Rain, Thunder, Hail)

Fire Crackling

Music

[krisiverse]

i don't know what pet owner needs to hear this, but "spiteful" behavior does not exist.

your dog isn't chewing on your shoes when you're out of the house to spite you, it's just lonely and gravitating to the thing that smells most like you.

your cat isn't urinating outside of the litter box to spite you, there may be a sensory reason such as the smell or feel of the litter, or medical incontinence

your parrot isn't making lots of noise to spite you, they're highly social animals that evolved in a dense jungle and that's how they keep in contact with their flock. you're their flock

i'm not an expert or anything but ive been seeing this kind of attitude all over the place. stop ascribing human motivation to animals, it does both of you a huge disservice