#How to Get Cat Pee Smell Out of Clothes & Bedding

[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...

[dina-winchester]

Wrong Turn, Right Arms

Pairing: Dean Winchester x You // Established relationship

Summary: Living with your boyfriend is great… until his brother gets flashbanged by your bare ass at 7 AM.

Warnings: Um—mentions of nudity, I guess? Fluffy domestic, slightly spicy, comedy

You were warm. That kind of warm that only came from tangled limbs under bunker-thick sheets, skin on skin, and Dean’s lazy morning breath tickling the back of your neck.

His arm was slung low around your waist, heavy and protective. One of his legs had somehow gotten wedged between yours in the middle of the night, and now you were trapped in a very naked human pretzel. Not that you were complaining.

“Morning,” he mumbled against your shoulder, voice rough with sleep.

“Morning,” you whispered, shifting slightly.

Dean’s voice rasped low in your ear, a gruff blend of morning gravel and satisfaction. “You smell like me.”

You smiled into the pillow. “Well, considering how you manhandled me last night…”

He huffed a soft laugh, nuzzling closer, his stubble scraping lightly against your neck. “I should make that a nightly thing.”

“You already do.”

Dean chuckled again, squeezing you. “Damn right.”

It was perfect.

Until your bladder reminded you that comfort has a time limit.

“I need to pee,” you mumbled, stretching slowly like a lazy cat under his arm.

Dean groaned, pressing his face into your neck like you’d just told him the world was ending. “No you don’t. Just stay here. Ignore your internal organs. I’m cuddling you.”

You laughed and pried his hand off your belly with gentle determination, untangling yourself. “You can have me back in two minutes. Bathroom’s across the hall.”

The air was cooler outside the bed, but the bathroom was literally across the hall. Two seconds. Tops.

“You might wanna grab something,” Dean said, voice still muffled in the pillow. “You know, in case Sam’s lurking.”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s probably in the kitchen with his fifth cup of health juice or whatever. I’ll be fast.”

Dean didn’t push it. Just grinned and gave your bare ass a light smack as you padded toward the door. “Your funeral.”

You cracked the door open, half-asleep and still wrapped in the haze of Dean’s warmth. One foot out. Then two. Then—

“OHMYGOD—!”

You and Sam both froze like someone had just tossed holy water at you.

He was standing right there. Outside his door. Coffee mug in hand. Eyes wide. Face completely blank except for the overwhelming wave of internal screaming written across it.

You screamed internally too. Then externally.

“NOPE!”

You yanked the door shut so fast it probably rattled the hinges, your heart practically doing a full sprint in your chest. You didn’t even make it to the bathroom. You ran straight back to bed, dove in, and buried yourself under the covers and Dean.

He blinked as you launched into him like a cannonball, squealing, “I SAW SAM I SAW SAM I SAW SAM—”

Dean burst out laughing, the kind of deep, wheezy belly laugh that only made you feel more exposed, more ridiculous. He wrapped his arms around you as you buried your face in his chest, burning with embarrassment from the tips of your ears to your toes.

“I told you!” he wheezed. “Didn’t I tell you?!”

“I hate everything,” you groaned into his chest. “I want to dissolve into the floor.”

Dean kissed your hair, still chuckling. “Pretty sure Sam already did.”

You whimpered. “We’re never making eye contact again, are we?”

“Doubt it.”

You eventually made it to the kitchen, fully clothed and about seventeen kinds of mortified. Sam was already at the table, sipping his coffee and staring very intently at his laptop.

You cleared your throat. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he replied, still not looking up.

Dean just grinned as he poured himself some coffee. “Everyone alive? No trauma?”

Sam blinked slowly. “I’m gonna put a bell on your door.”

Dean snorted.

You just turned crimson again.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you found this funny! This happened to me years ago while my ex and I were living with a flatmate and it was mortifying. I thought it would be hilarious as a Dean and Sam fic tho 😂

[pepsil4ver17]

Aftercare with the mha boys

Includes: Bakugo, izuku, Shoto, kirishima, shinsou, denki. x fem reader (separate)

Warnings: mentions of sex, pet names: love baby, fluff, mentions of pulling out lol, swearing I think in kirishima’s, I think that’s it.

Characters are aged up. Enjoy!

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Bakugo

Bakugo wasn’t great with his words, but his actions. He showed everything through his actions.

And another thing about Bakugo, he can be quite relentless in bed, but his aftercare. You know you get princess treatment.

After Bakugo pulled out, you wincing at the movement, he got up and went to the bathroom bringing a warm damp cloth out-

He cleans you up and grabs a cold bottle of water from his Mini fridge. Opening in the cap before demanding, “here. Drink.”

You sit and take a nice gulp of the cool liquid, relief hits you as the liquid enters your system, not realising how much you were sweating. As you chugging the liquid down you hear Bakugo chuckle before saying,

“Really took a number on you huh”

You nod at his words passing him back the bottle, him then drinking the remaining of the liquid.

He then got up and passed you one of his T-shirts to wear, before asking you

“Wasn’t to rough on ya was I?”

“Hm no it was perfect suki, I’m just a little sore is all.”

Your cheeks are tainted a bright red, your legs were tingling and the room smelled of sex. But somehow it was perfect.

Worth it.

Bakugo opens the window and turns on the fan before getting back into bed with you.

You nuzzle into his chest, his big strong arms wrap around you and he holds you so tight as if you were gonna vanish. (He isn’t letting go anytime soon. Believe or not Bakugo gets quite clingy after sex.)

You both fall asleep like that, but if you get up at any time during the night, or before him in the morning, best you believe he’s whining for you to come back to bed.

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Izuku

Izuku. He is probably the best and the worst at aftercare.

When he pulls out he falls to your side panting like a dog in the heat.

After a couple minutes of you guys laying there and Izuku finally catches his breath he gets up, asking you

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? How do you feel?”

“Izuku, baby calm down I’m fine, you were great.”

He lets out a relieved sigh,

And gets up

“Shall I get a damp cloth. Wait don’t answer that I will. Do you want a cool one or a warm one?”

“Warm one would be perfect love.”

He gets up and heads to the bathroom getting a cloth before returning and helping you clean yourself up.

“You need to go pee.”

“What?”

“I read somewhere that women need to urinate after intercourse to avoid a uti.”

“Wow that’s….. oddly attractive zu.”

You say giving him a smile before getting up and heading towards the bathroom.

When you come back Izuku hands you one of his tshirts (it’s either an all might one, a cat one or one with a random corny phrase he found at the thrift store he thought was funny.)

You take this shirt from him and put it on, jumping into bed.

“Do you need anything else?”

“Just come and cuddle with me please zu”

He takes the invite straight away, getting into bed and laying on your chest, you wrapping your arms around him. Within five minutes he’s out like a light. He couldn’t look any cuter you thought to yourself.

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Shoto

When Shoto pulls out he falls down on top of you, not enough to hurt you or anything. No Shoto would never.

But when he does he’s breathing hard. So he lays there for about two minutes, catching his breath.

Once he isn’t so puffed (I’m making him sound like an old man helppp) he gets up and gets you and him a bottle of water to help cool your temperature down and bring your breathing back to normal.

Once he sees you aren’t as out of it he speaks up and says,

“Are you alright love? Was I okay?”

“Yes sho I’m ok, you were perfect.”

“Not to sore hm?”

“No not really”

“You can walk?”

“Mhm” you hum

He gets up and extends his hand out to you, you grabbing it instantly.

“Alright let’s get you into the shower then.”

His tone indicates there wasn’t any room for arguments.

As you were heading towards the bathroom he tells you

“Oh, you need to pee.”

“Sho, what?”

“midoriya told me that after sex women need to pee so they won’t contract a uti or something.”

“Of course he did.” You whisper mainly to yourself.

Once you guys were in the shower Shoto insisted on washing your hair for you, didn’t take much convincing though. He was so gentle, you could fall asleep right then and there.

Once you guys had finished up in the shower, he gives you one of his tshirts to wear- which was so soft. (He definitely uses that expensive laundry detergent) And a pair of you pj shorts.

You guys get into bed and he wraps his arms around you, spooning you. His presence is so calming and you fall asleep straight away. Him following shortly after.

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Kirishima

When kirishima pulls out, he falls down to your side, chuckling to himself before saying

“That was a good one, You doing alright there?”

He said noticing your fucked out expression, you couldn’t form any words all you could muster up was a nod.

“Gee I really did fuck you dumb didn’t I?” He says kissing your cheek

“ m’sorry baby, you did so well.”

He praises before getting up and head in to the bathroom connected to your room, getting a cloth.

He would opt for you to take a shower but after that round he knew you wouldn’t make it, so instead he cleans you up with a cloth, making you wince at the sudden contact.

He heads out grabbing water and one of his shirts as well as a pair of sweats.

When he come back you seem more down to earth.

“Back with us yet baby?”

……….

“Yeah I think so”

He laughs at your statement shaking his head.

“Was I too rough baby? How are you feeling?”

handing you the water and placing the clothes beside you.

“No no it was great. Loved it.”

“Although I’m definitely gonna feel that one tomorrow.”

“Yeah sorry bout that”

“Don’t apologise, instead get over here and cuddle me.”

“Don’t you wanna get dressed first?”

“Do you not want to cuddle me naked?”

“Hey now if I ever say not to that, It aint me.”

You laugh, him getting into bed and you laying on his chest. You were so comfortable where you were. You didn’t even realise you fell asleep.

But when you wake up kirishima is snoring and you are laying in a puddle of your drool.

That’s how you know it was a good night.

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Shinsou

When shinsou pulled out you both layed on you back looking up at the ceiling. After a while of laying there in each others company he sits up before asking

“You alright there baby?”

“Mhm”

Is all you said staring off into space.

“Want me to grab us some water?”

“Yes please, I’m dyingggg” you say dragging the word out making it sound more dramatic than it is.

Shinsou just laughs to himself before getting up to grab some water.

When he comes back and give you the water bottle he changes into some grey sweats, handing you a T-shirt.

“Sore yet?”

“Mmm not not really” you say adding a ‘thank god’ under your breath

“That’s good baby”

He gets into bed and pulls you into his chest, you listen to his heartbeat calming every nerve in your body, helping you feel relaxed.

If you guys don’t fall asleep you probably end up going another round or two. (He’s got crazy stamina) but if you’re not feeling up to it, he rubs soothing circles on your back and waits for you to fall asleep before he even thinks about falling asleep.

He prolly wakes up with a boner thinking of last nights events though. (Ugh I love this man sm)

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Denki

When denki pulls out, he probably says something stupid like ‘zoo wee mama’ or ‘bomshakalaka’ but if he’s too fucked out he just spits out praises of how good you did or how good you made him feel.

Definitely wants to shower with you after though.

He becomes super clingy and doesn’t let you do anything without him. Getting changed? He’s helping you put your shirt on. Getting some water? His hands never leave your waist. Need to pee? He’s following you into the bathroom.

When you both get back into bed he asks you things like

“You alright baby?”

“Did I make you feel good?”

“Will you be able to walk?”

All while he’s half asleep

Hey at least the effort is there.

He definitely falls asleep first but best believe he’s cuddling you all night long, not letting you go.

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A/N: this is my first writing for denki and Izuku so I hope it meets your standards. :) denki is so silly I love it. But shinsou my gawdddd.

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

I'm not sure whether your request box is open or not, but if you do, I want to drop an idea

How about ot8 sleeping habit?

Thankies!

🧠🫶🏻

hehe this was fun... this is all my own personal opinion, not facts or based on anything specific

Bangchan

Sleeps like a Dad- he is ready to wake at any moment, ranging from a faint noise to a kitchen fire. (Most definitely not caused by Felix or Seungmin...)

Usually passes out mid writing session, with his notebook or laptop within arms reach

One of those is most likely being used as a makeshift pillow

Loves to sleep facing outwards on his side, arm tucked under his pillow (or laptop or notebook or other arm because lets be real he probably isn't aslepp in bed)

Likes sleeping outwards because it makes him feel safer, like he could easily spring into action if needed

Rarely moves when he falls asleep from pure exhaustion.

If he falls asleep on normal accord, he moves like a madman

Has a secret stash of hoodies he uses only for sleep

But even then...he likes sleeping naked. Only wears clothes if he's not sleeping at home. (dude literally walks around naked...)

Lee Know

Sleeps like royalty. Perfect posture. Doesn't move.

His cats tend to join him, claiming half the bed, and he does not mind that at all

If his cats don't join him, he'll let out little pspspsp's until at least one comes (and if none of them come he will go to sleep grumpy)

Prefers absolute silence, but if he is tired enough he'll sleep through an earthquake

Tends to sleep talk, but denies vehemently that he does (he knows he does, and he knows its mostly him mumbling about choreography)

Likes to throw his sheets in the dryer to warm them up when he is feeling fancy

Usually takes a while to fall asleep

Wakes up at least once a night

Usually its because he gets a paw up a nostril

Changbin

Likes to be surrounded by plushy comfy stuff

If he is sharing a bed, radiates warmth and tends to be clung to like a teddybear (he is NOT complaining about that)

He snores, but gets embarrassed if someone mentions it

Always has to shower before bed

Lots of thinner blankets (for some reason he gives me the type to love to be warm but hate comforters?)

Overheats easily thus why he loves the thin blankets he can peel back (he just seems like a warm bodied person)

Likes falling asleep to music but will get really upset if he wakes up with it still on

Seems like he's have a nightlight ngl, not because he is scared of the dark, but because he genuinely can't see for shit in the dark

Wakes up to go pee like three times a night because he'll drink a ton of water (and still continues to drink it even though he just went to the bathroom)

Also occasionally loves a midnight snack

Hyunjin

Dramatic sleeper. Dude is sprawled out everywhere yet somehow it looks artistic

Has to put his hair up or else it will be frizzy in the morning

Tosses and turns because he dreams vividly, often about very random things

Needs the room to smell nice- candles or an essential oil diffuser is a must (typically uses a scent that aids in sleep or health, like lavender or mint if his head hurts)

Opposite of Binnie- he gets cold really easily and needs all the extra comforters he can get

Loves doing before bed skincare. Its almost ritualistic for him. (it helps soothe him)

Like how he has a set routine for skincare, he has a set routine for sleep. Goes to bed and wakes up at the same time everyday

Or at least he tries to. He tends to sleep in a lot on the weekends due to staying up late painting throughout the week

Sometimes, he'll paint things he sees in his dreams (usually pretty abstract)

Jisung

Falls asleep wherever and whenever. No questions asked (has been found by numerous staff just snoozing around the jype building)

Occasionally its due to complete burnout, but usually its just because he likes sleeping

He also tends to have really vivid and random fever dreams (once dreamt of Felix being eaten by a Cheerio and wouldn't allow him to eat cereal for a week)

He talks in his sleep. Full on conversations that don't make sense 97% of the time.

When its actually time for him to go to bed, he has a specific set up for his pillow and singular plushie he needs (one pillow on the right side of the bed, then the plushie and then the second pillow on top of his head as he sleeps- don't ask its just what he needs)

Tends to kick off all of his blankets during his slumber, usually waking up with just his plushie on the bed, both pillows and all covers trashed on the floor

But if someone else is in the bed dude is as stiff as a rock

Usually falls asleep to funny videos, since it helps quiet his mind

Unfortunately, that means he laughs a lot in his sleep which is a bit creepy (scares the shit outta people)

Sometimes things are so funny he'll wake up from laughing so hard.

Felix

Sleeps like a literal baby. Quiet and still.

Enjoys soothing sounds like rain or waves to go to sleep.

Rarely snores

Sometimes wakes himself up with soft giggles (usually its because someone cracked a joke in his dream)

People sleeping next to him say he radiates a calming warmth. Like sleeping next to sunshine.

He usually hugs something while he is asleep, a pillow or a plushie (changbin body pillow ?????)

Likes falling asleep to the room being chilly, but needs it to be warm or else he refuses to leave bed

Meaning he needs to get up in the middle of the night to turn off the fan.

He is the type to "accidentally" steal blankets (he does it on purpose 100%)

Seungmin

The most disciplined sleeper; sticks to a consistent bedtime and wake-up routine no matter how busy his schedule is.

Prefers sleeping on his back with perfect posture, almost as if posing for a photoshoot.

Rarely moves in his sleep, waking up in nearly the same position he fell asleep in. (sometimes its a bit creepy)

Needs complete silence and will actively seek out a quieter spot if his surroundings are noisy.

Hates feeling too warm while sleeping; he often cracks a window or adjusts the thermostat.

Keeps his bed tidy with just one pillow and a light blanket. (its gets too stuffy with too much stuff on the bed)

Occasionally hums softly or sings a lullaby under his breath before falling asleep.

Gets annoyed by anyone who wakes him unnecessarily and isn’t shy about showing his irritation. (jisung is usually the one to wake him up with excited screaming- tied with changbin)

Wakes up refreshed and ready for the day, often teasing others about their grogginess.

Jeongin

Sleeps face down with his arms hugging his pillow tightly, often burying his face in it. (dude is literally close to suffocating himself, more often than not chan rolls him over)

Snores loudly but adorably, puffing his cheeks out as he exhales a snore that sounds like a 6.0 magnitude earthquake.

Loves being bundled up in a mountain of blankets, even if he ends up half-buried under them (again with the suffocation, he stresses chan out)

Wakes up with his hair sticking out in every possible direction, but it is heartachingly cute.

Talks in his sleep occasionally, mumbling random things (most of the time one of his Hyung's names comes up followed by an evil giggle, leaving them paranoid about what their precious maknae is plotting)

Kicks off the covers in his sleep but then immediately searches for them when he gets cold.

Prefers sleeping with the lights off but needs his phone nearby to check before bed.

Wakes up easily if startled but can fall right back asleep like nothing happened.

Usually wakes up groggy but his mood instantly changes at the mention of breakfast (which he finishes in about 4 bites max)

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[petite-ursus]

One of those nights.

Had to get in a bath because my body is broken. Came out and because I shut the door so the bath would stay warm... the dogs apparently assumed since it was 9:35 I had "skipped" their last out... so Kira peed in the dining room. Because I yelled at her she proceeded to fear pee on the carpet... and my bed. (She's a rescue and sensitive. That's on me. I already apologized.) So I clean up. The ocean of dog pee. That laundry goes in the washing machine. I do my best with the woven carpet.

But I keep smelling pee. I discover eventually after rewashing all the dog spots, it is Because one of the cats chose to pee into the liner for their litterbox... not the box itself and the litterbox hide is next to a vent... so the pee was just... heating up into the air... so. I clean that. But through honestly an error in judgement and order of operations brought on by not feeling well and it now being past 11... and having a subsequent crying heaving breakdown because I Hate Liquids ... I decided the rug needed washed. In its Very short tenure in this house Kira has too-fast-drink puked on it twice. And I just... didn't want... more stain.

The dog clean up laundry and my bedding came out of the washer and the rug went in but there were clothes in the dryer and through mishap the cloths used to clean up the cat pee came into contact with the wet laundry. So. It needs. Washed again. Because I can't abide any chance of cat pee on anything. So it's just. A heaping pile of wet on the ground. Waiting it's turn.

And in the midst of this the washer malfunctioned and kept saying it was "done" with the rug... never having run a cycle. Over and over. I turned it on and off. Tried different settings. Taking up more time. Leaving the wet just to sit.

The rug had been hand cleaned "enough" prior to my decision to washing machine it that I might have just removed it and put it back on the floor, rerun the soiled cloths... slept in the meantime... but obvs when I put it in the washing machine I covered it in detergent. And. I can't. Get it all.out. It finally allowed me to run a rinse cycle.

And now I'm thinking. I don't even know how I'm going to dry it. It's too big for the dryer and if I stuff it it'll get burned/singed.

So. I guess. We'll see. How it goes.

[fordphilipsfictionlibrary]

Excerpt #06 from 'A Night Away From Home'

'Alec, who was used to going to bed around 11pm, was annoyed, but figured it was better than more weepy gossip. They made their way back through the living room where the number of cats and dogs seemed to have tripled. Little furry bodies could be seen lounging atop furniture or rifling through bags of junk and for the first time Alec smelled what he had to assume was all of their collective poop and pee. Alec picked up his pace as they entered the hallway on the other side of the living room.

The hallway was in no better condition than the rest of the house. Boxes were stacked on both sides of the wall from the floor to the ceiling, cramping the already narrow space to the max. They arrived at an opening on the right, and Ms. Crampett waved him inside. 

Alec stepped into the room and had to look around for a second to figure out where the bed was. A solid wall of shopping and trash bags stood in front of him, clothes pouring out of the open tops and gathering on the floor below. An even taller wall of furniture, stacked precariously on top of even older junk, surrounded a small, ragged looking cot covered in scratchy looking quilts and a single, flat pillow. Alec glanced back at Ms. Crampett with a look that he hoped said, How am I supposed to sleep here?

Ms. Crampett must have misinterpreted this look, because she only said, “Just up over the bags! Hard for me to get in there these days, but you’re young. Just don’t jostle the furniture; wouldn’t want you to end up squashed!” She twittered at her own joke and before Alec had time to start over the bags, she had cut the lights and closed the door all but a crack.

In the nearly complete darkness of the unfamiliar room, Alec’s already daunting task had become, in his opinion, truly dangerous. If that furniture came down on him, he might not get squashed, but he would wind up stuck under it all night. He had no idea where in the house the old woman slept, but Alec doubted she would come running over an odd noise. How could she with so many dogs?

Taking a deep breath, Alec tightened the straps on his backpack as tight as they would go; he did not want to risk nudging something or catching himself on the furniture. The bags were unevenly filled and he just barely got onto them without falling. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now, and he could only just see the outline of the small cot a few inches in front of him.

Carefully, he eased himself down onto the cot, right leg first, and did his best not to jostle anything. He finally worked himself into a lying position, but did not want to risk fumbling with the covers. Luckily, It was a nice temperature in the room so he didn’t really mind. As he lay there wide awake, he slipped off his book bag and pulled out his Game Boy. 

As long as he had his trusty purple brick and his Pokemon games, anywhere could be made tolerable. He flicked on the power button and a dim light issued from the small device. He remembered when the Game Boy hadn’t come with lights and how frustrated he had been trying to play his old machine at night. Luckily with this new model, he could play no matter what time it was. He’d just do some leveling until he passed out and this would all be over when he woke up.'

(Part 07)

[deadboyfriendd]

I’m sorry but this has to be said: Eddie is not a sex-god Casanova charmer. He is three raccoons in a trench coat at best. He is gross, and icky, and awkward but God he loves hard.

Eddie would go at a rotisserie chicken standing at the counter with his bare hands. His enclosure lacks enrichment and that rotisserie chicken is it.

He’s messy. Every surface in his room is sticky, covered in dust, or both. That’s if you can even get to it. There are socks in there that would probably become sentient and walk away if you let them sit long enough. There’s also probably food rotting somewhere. You have to follow the boy around with a wet rag and Wayne warns you as such.

He stinks. He doesn’t wash his clothes. He barely washes himself. He smokes weed and cigarettes and both of those things reek. That jacket and vest are his safety clothes and I can 100% guarantee you that he doesn’t wash them. He is also okay wearing clothes that are stained as long as they’re not completely soiled. Definitely has holes in his socks and underwear that are way beyond being okay.

He thinks is really funny to open his mouth and show you what he’s chewing on the second you tell him to stop talking when his mouth is full. He’s also the type to lick you.

As loud and obnoxious and outspoken as he is, he’s super non-confrontational. As his resident gf, it’s your responsibility to tell the waiter that he didn’t want pickle on that. Or schedule his doctors appointment. You also have to lie to him to get him to go. This also applies to the dentist.

He likes candy and especially the blue kind. His tongue and lips are always stained blue from whatever the hell he was eating like a child.

He also has ADHD and cannot regulate his food intake. He will eat so fast and so much until he makes himself sick. You are constantly reminding him to slow down.

Also with ADHD he can’t regulate his sleep. He just sleeps in spurts of random cat naps at this point. He can also sleep anywhere, but his favorite place is his van.

Loves a good gas-station pickled hot sausage thing. I cringe at the very thought. His burps smell like that and monster energy and it radiates off of him and travels everywhere.

He shits with the door open and pees while you brush your teeth. His excuse is that “everyone does it” but in all honesty he thinks is really funny when you’re grossed out.

He’s always dirty and always has shit in his hair. You’re constantly pulling shreds of paper and leaves and probably also dandruff out of his hair.

There’s probably old condoms in the trash can in his room that haven’t been thrown out in a while.

He also will kiss you after a blowjob or eating you out. He literally doesn’t care. Tongue and all.

The stains on his sheets? Honestly he was right. He doesn’t know what they are.

And he might be gross and sticky and genuinely kind of icky, but when he loves, he does it with his entire being:

If he hasn’t seen you in a while, he’ll run and plow you into a hug with his full force. He doesn’t know his own strength and will probably take you out.

This extends to play-wrestling, tickling you until you can’t breath and then eventually a gangly arm will probably elbow you in the chin or something and he’ll spend the rest of the afternoon nearly in tears apologizing now matter how much it didn’t hurt.

He doesn’t pick up well on social cues and sometimes can’t decipher what appropriate affection is. On more than one occasion he has slinked into the living room in front of Wayne, lifted your shirt up over your chest, shoved his head into the skin of your tummy, and pulled the shirt back down without saying anything.

He also likes to grab you by the hips and press you into his chest or wrap his arms around your shoulders and start kissing your neck while you’re mid-conversation. People get distracted because he’s so into it.

He’s vocal about what you do in bed and also vocal while he’s in bed. There’s nothing discreet and nothing left up to the imagination with him.

But he also doesn’t go to sleep without telling you how much he loves you every night. Even if he’s half asleep or you’re completely out.

When you started coming to the trailer he tried cleaning up. He really did. He just got overwhelmed and distracted and offered to take you out instead.

He spends hours putting little traces of you in his room. Polaroids, Knick-knacks, even music posters of your favorite bands.

He’s very tentative and doting in bed. He’s huge on consent and is always trying to gauge how you feel. He’s always asking questions about what feels good and what he needs to do better. Your pleasure is his pleasure.

He has to feel you. He wants his skin to touch you at all times. He wants to crawl into your skin and live there. It doesn’t even have to be sexual. He just needs you close.

[storiesforallfandoms]

needy ~ corpse husband

word count: 1138

request?: no

description: after a session of drunk among us, your boyfriend becomes extremely needy and cuddly

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol usage

masterlist (one, two)

The door to Corpse’s streaming room opened just after he announced to his stream that he was getting another beef from the fridge. You were watching his drunk Among Us stream on his bed, giggling as he and his friends became more and more drunk as the night went on.

“Get a glass of water!” you called after him as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Yes mom!” he responded.

You chuckled and shook your head, turning your attention back to the screen. Rae and Toast were drunkenly arguing in the lobby while Sykkuno and Ash ran around an AFK Corpse, and everyone else muted themselves to talk to their own chats. If they wouldn’t get kicked due to inactivity, you would’ve asked Corpse to try and convince everyone to stay in the lobby like that for a while.

“I am back,” Corpse said into his mic. “And I want (Y/N) to know I have tall glass of water.”

You smiled to yourself as his chat was flooded with sweet messages about how cute Corpse was for mentioning you.

Another game started and the lobby of drunk streamers all began talking at one time through the proximity chat, besides Corpse. He broke off immediately and went to do his tasks. A quick comment or weird sound would get louder every time someone walked past, but Corpse still remained silent.

You were starting to worry something was wrong when finally, he spoke, “I wish (Y/N) was playing with us.”

You felt your heart warmth as more messaged filled Corpse’s chat.

“She’s literally in my room, it’s not like she’s far away,” he continued. “I just wanna talk to her right now, but I also want to stream and focus on what I’m doing cause it’s getting hard to concentrate because I’m drunk.”

As if on cue, he ran past a dead body, completely unnoticed, and continued on with his tasks.

“Rae says I get needy when I’m drunk,” Corpse added. “I think that’s a compliment.”

“Oh, are you talking about how much of a simp for (Y/N) you are?” Rae asked, appearing suddenly from the darkness.

You had to agree with Rae on that; when Corpse got drunk he got very needy. Corpse was a touchy person in a relationship as it was, but when he got drunk he became extra touchy. All he’d want to do was to cuddle, or even just to hold your hand. He’d just want to be near you until he fell asleep, as exemplified by his desire for you to be playing with the group at that moment.

You continued to watch the stream for some time before your eyes started to grow heavy and, before you knew it, you were fast asleep with the laptop still on your lap.

You weren’t sure how long you were asleep, but you were awoken a while later by the feeling of the laptop being moved from your lap and replayed with something much heavier laying against your body. You opened your eyes and looked down at Corpse, who now had his head against your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Good stream?” you asked as you began to run your fingers through his hair.

“Did I wake you?” You could tell he was trying to whisper, but it just came out in his normal tone.

“Not really,” you lied. “I wanted to be awake for when you finished the stream anyways.”

Your fingers hooked against a piece of fabric as you ran them through Corpse’s curly brown hair. “Babe, did you forget to take your eyepatch off?”

He shrugged and hummed sleepily, burying his face in your chest. You chuckled and used one hand to raise his head and slipped the eyepatch off with the other. You threw it out into the dark room somewhere, knowing Corpse would struggle to find that next time he had to edit or stream.

“I just wanted to come to bed,” he said. “I’m tired.”

“And needy,” you teased.

Corpse hummed again, giving you a slight squeeze as he did so. “I’m not needy, just drunk.”

“You do get needy when you’re drunk,” you pointed out. “Exhibit A is you never cuddle me like this when you’re sober.”

“Cause when I’m sober I’m usually the big spoon. I don’t wanna be the big right now.”

You smiled and continued to play with Corpse’s hair.

It was still early on in the night and after your brief catnap you weren’t feeling as tired, so you grabbed your phone and decided to scroll through TikTok for a while. You weren’t too concerned about Corpse trying to sleep or anything. He was a pretty heavy sleeper, especially after getting a few drinks into him.

It didn’t take long for you to start to get warm with Corpse’s still fully clothed body (of course he was wearing his usual jeans and a hoodie) laying on top of you, and you were starting to feel the urge to pee. You looked down at your sleeping boyfriend and at how peaceful he looked, knowing you were going to regret having to move.

He’s like a cat, you thought to yourself. Always wants to cuddle at the worst times.

Carefully, you started shifting his weight so it was more towards the bed than on top of you, and quickly slipped your body from underneath his. He whined at the loss of contact and you figured he was half awake at this point.

With your newfound freedom, you quickly raced to the bathroom and peed. When you came back, you decided to change out of your own loungewear into one of Corpse’s t-shirts as a better alternative to keep you from getting too warm when cuddling with Corpse.

When you returned to the bed, you saw that Corpse had moved onto his back and was now partially awake. He pouted at you as you climbed into bed next to him and held out his arms for you. You giggled and laid in his arms, immediately being ingulfed by his heat and the smell of beer.

“You should put on something more comfortable to sleep in,” you told him.

He shook his head. “No changing, only cuddling and sleep.”

You rested your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat beginning to slow down. That was normal for after a stream - his anxiety was usually at its peak while he would be streaming and it would take him some time to come back down from it.

Within seconds, Corpse was asleep again. His arms were holding you tightly, not letting go even in sleep. You smiled at his neediness even when he wasn’t awake, and allowed yourself to settle into his arms and finally drift off to sleep for the night.

[cottoncandyjester]

If requests are still open, I was wondering if you could write how your oc's would react to a darling who becomes very clingy and cuddly when they are on their period? If not that's totally fine! I love your oc stories :)

Thank you! Also this is so cute..and relatable

This story contains: talk about periods, light talk about a wetsports kink, salem being gross as always, talk about period sex, blood kink?

Theodore

He actually isn't too used to affection

Of course he loves when you're hugging him from behind while he's cooking or even giving him a kiss while he's cleaning but he doesn't expect it everyday

Theo would definitely be the type to know when you're on your cycle before you do so he is prepared

I'm talking snacks, pads/tampons depending on your choice, heating pad he's got it all

He totally checks your cycle mostly cause he wants to know when is the perfect time to have a baby with you

He loves your affection but he is a man who feels like he can't just sit around and cuddle though you can convince him easily

He wants to spoil you always so he would definitely take care of you so he will take care of you then do what he needs to while you sleep

"sweetheart, I should get started on dinner. It's getting late and there's a lot to get done"

"Mmm, let's order food you cook too much just relax"

Theo eyed you as you snuggled close to his chest clearly trapping him in bed preventing him from going anywhere. He absolutely loved you so he couldn't say no

"alright sweetheart, but you do have to let me go so I can order food.."

"five more minutes.."

Hikaru

He is like a hissy cat that you want to cuddle but won't let you

Truth is...hikaru doesn't know how to show affection and of course he is dense about the female body

You have to spell it out for him

He of course bitches about cuddles but he is so damn touch starved that he accepts it

As far as taking care of you? He does it but he's annoying about it the whole time.

You are so annoying in his eyes but he refused to let you cuddle anyone else not even a pillow

You can use your cycle to bully him a bit cause he loves you too much to degrade you while you're in pain

"kittyyyyy~"

Hikaru let out a low growl as he threw his hair in a ponytail now walking into the bedroom clearly annoyed by the nickname but the sight of you curled up in pain made his eyes soften.

"what do you want?"

"come here, I need you kitty.."

Hikaru sighs as he walked towards the bed and crawled in laying to face you only to feel you reach and take his hair out of a ponytail with a devilish smirk.

"oi, [y/n] what the hell are you up to"

"you're so pretty kitty.."

Hikaru found himself getting flustered and he simply scoffs before softly flicking your forehead before trying to hide his blush by nuzzling his face in your neck.

"shut it piggy, you're so damn weird sometimes"

You knew he was trying to say that he loved you in his own special way

"you wanna go and get me snacks?"

Hikaru snapped his eyes to you clearly giving you a death glare, he definitely was going to strangle you

"o-or I could ask someone else to d-"

"FUCK NO I'LL DO IT!"

You snickered at hikaru got out of bed now cursing under his breath while pulling his hair back in a ponytail

"stay here damn it, I'll be back you don't need anyone else to take care of you"

Axis

Cute if you think he isn't cuddling you all day anyways

Axis depends on you all the time so if you tell him that you need cuddles he is ready

He tries his best to help you

You are stuck in bed cuddling with him always

He is always kissing and loving up on you

"axis?"

"hmmmm?"

"I have to pee..."

Axis simply moved ontop of you now fully trapping you and he laid his head on your chest to listen to your heart beat, he clearly was not moving anytime soon

"I'm comfy, super comfy"

"axis, babe...I really have to pee"

Axis turned his head towards you so his milky eyes locked with yours before he simply brushed some hair out your face before giving you a sweet grin

"better hold it, cause I'm not moving...or you could just go..right here on the couch"

With that the male pressed his knee right against where your bladder would be before snuggling up to you while digging his knee deeper

What an evil boy.

Prince

He loves your affection and all

Don't expect him to be helpful during those times though

He'll get you pads but..

"babe what's your pussy size? We talking phat or what?"

He will be totally pouty if you deny him sex during your period

Like what do you mean y'all can't fuck?!

All in all he is for your sweet cuddly behavior though careful cause cuddle him too much and he's humping you

"prince?"

"yeah?"

"you're poking me"

Prince grinned as he locked his arms around your waist tighter now grinding against you slyly, he knew exactly what he was doing he just wanted to drive you insane.

"yeah? Can't help it you know what happens when we cuddle, I just get so fucking horny"

You turn to face him hoping that will stop his grinding but now he just moved ontop of you pinning your hands above your head with a smug grin

"don't play with me [y/n] or I swear to God this whole week I'll fuck you so hard your legs will be shaking"

You had two choices now, you could deflect his advances or you could make him snap...you decided with the last choice.

"prove it."

Yuki

You're taking to the cuddle king right there

He sleeps 90% of the day so cuddling with him isn't hard

Play with his hair who you cuddle though that's a must

As far as helping you and taking care of you...he's kinda useless

He'll get snacks but that's about it

He tries his best but yuki just isn't experienced enough with that

"[y/n]...I'm back."

You hop off the couch to greet your boyfriend who has went out to get you snacks, he's been gone almost all day so the first thing you did was hug him tightly

"what took you so long?!"

"Mmm, got sleepy..took a nap.."

You glared at yuki who merely glanced away avoiding your eye contact knowing full well he was going to get scolded.

"you shouldn't sleep in public so causally it's dangerous!"

"too loud.."

With a pouty huff you went and laid back on the couch soon feeling him join you, he pressed his head on your chest while locking his arms around you tightly with a low and soft sigh

"sleepy.."

You ran your fingers through his hair before planting a soft kiss onto his face feeling him nuzzle against your chest...he was so soft and cute!

Salem

Okay let's just put it out there.... y'all are going to fuck during that entire week

Salem is basically an animal

I like to the think that he would smell the blood and just go crazy and feral and horny

Definitely wants to eat you out all day everyday

He wouldn't leave you alone at all

Salem pressed his nose against your clothed privates, damn you for wearing pants. Salem gave you a devilish grin before yanking your pants down before just drooling over the scent of you

"salem! I just wanted to cuddle!"

"b-but- [y/nnnnnnn]"

Salem licked your underwear drool dripping all over you as he trailed his hands under your shirt with a devious little giggle. He loved touching you, it was his favorite thing to do and honestly he just didn't know how to stop

"tasty [y/n]~"

It was clear salem was getting what he wanted no matter how much you scolded him.

Rocket

He definitely loves your cuddles but he doesn't like just laying around for long periods of time

He is super active so he would want to get up and do something

You'll totally have to force him to lay with you after a while cause he would get so antsy

He's also useless when it comes to caring for you during your period

He will get you what you need but as far as laying around cuddling? Eh.

He definitely wants to but he is kinda paranoid about becoming lazy

"stay still!"

Rocket twitched lightly as you laid ontop of him with your face nuzzled into his chest, he was supposed to have a morning workout but you were in pain and wanted cuddles so he rushed to your aid and now he was shaking and twitching due to his absolute need to at least run around or something

"h-hey babe? How about a bath? I'll run you a nice relaxing bath yeah?"

You looked up at him with a sweet smile that made him melt, god did he love you

"sure as long as you join me.."

With that you got off him and you've never seen him rush off faster in your life. Rocket of course ran a bath but whole the water was filling up he was doing push ups trying to exert all this intense pent up energy.

This week was going to kill him if he had to lay in bed all day, he would absolutely go insane but the things he did for love.

Scarlett

Scarlett is a soft goth girlfriend..cuddling is always wanted.

She of course will craft you up a remedy to ease your pain or do anything to settle your discomfort

She will be the type to hum soothingly while she is cuddling with you

She usually likes being the big spoon but she'll be the little spoon if you want

She is usually somewhat distant with work but during these times she would definitely be at your beck and call

"is the medicine wearing off my love? I can make some more if you wish?"

You held onto her tighter now not wanting her to leave your side and she felt this now giving a soft giggle before running her fingers through your hair.

"alright, I suppose I can stay a tad bit longer. You're so cute"

With that she planted a sweet kiss onto your cheek while her eyes gazed away her mind clearly thinking of something but she tightened her grip on you letting you know that she was here for you and for whatever you needed

[bittcrblue]

killing virgins, draft 1

I’ve been in a slump for a week or so where I don’t like any of my writing, lol, and I decided to revisit my first two drafts of what would become killing virgins and realised that I like them a lot more than what I put out, lol. 

I decided to post them here in case anyone is interested, along with why I ended up abandoning those ideas in favour of what I did write, and maybe that will help me settle more comfortably into the plot that I wrote :)

Incoming are about 5k words of M rated content, with warnings for dub-con, dissociating, and some kind of fetishizing of disability from a character.

Caleb wakes in his cramped little cell with a pounding headache, the taste of vomit on his tongue, and the smell of semen on his fingers. 

He realises that last as he goes to scrub at his face, trying to chase the last wisps of his restless sleep away, and it turns his stomach. That had truly happened, then. He calls back on memories of last night, and try as he might, what comes up first is Ikithon’s cloying manipulations, his fatherly concern. Asa and Wulf’s calculating eyes and compliments. Bren’s own fear. It’s only later that the images form, of him in Essek’s bed, in Essek’s lap, his tongue down Essek’s throat. Those arrested hip movements hindered by two legs nailed to the bed by medical braces. The tears in his eyes and on his face as Caleb systematically tore down every defense, and then everything left behind them, picking his wants apart with a magpie’s voraciousness, striking fast and hard while Essek stumbled to catch up, tongue heavy from wine and Caleb’s own spend.

I’m so proud of the man you’ve become, he hears his old master say. 

Other people complicating desires and wishes, indeed.

Caleb rolls out of bed and goes to bathe. He can smell Essek’s expensive detergents on his skin, where he doesn’t reek of sweat from sleeping in his fine clothes.

In the time it takes him to bathe and put an expression on his face that approximates rested, if not pleasant, the Nein have found the breakfast table, and are exclaiming over the cats as they bring out steaming mugs of tea and coffee, platters heaped with bacon and potatoes and bear claws. 

“Hallo,” Caleb says. He takes a cup of coffee and drinks it one long go, gulp after gulp. His mind flashes to Essek swallowing around him, and he chases the thought away irritatedly. 

He had gone to the Shadowhand for a distraction - to indulge in the rot that lingered under his skin, the venom that boiled both of their veins, to lose any thoughts of trying to claim humanity and become a base animal for some time. He doesn’t need the memories to keep clawing into the forefront of his thoughts. 

Caleb despises feeling guilty. God knows he has spent most of his life carrying that weight. 

Caduceus is looking at him carefully, like he is a puzzle, and Caleb decides to nip that in the bud.

“How did you all sleep, here?” he asks, and the others all explode into compliments. It’s good - strokes his ego. He kept them safe. They were protected, here, in this disgusting meat closet, while Caleb was miles away getting his rocks off with a traitor.

“So, what do we want to do now?” Jester asks. “We’ve got a little bit under a week before we have to go pick up our clothes, and then we’re going to go work with Vess.”

“Some of us have to pick up our clothes,” Fjord amends, half-muttering into his coffee. “Some of us didn’t spend seven hours shopping.”

“Didn’t we want to go to Zadash?” Yasha asks. “To talk to your dad,” she nods to Jester, “And get some leads on Cree?” There is a fire burning in her, simmering under the surface, ever since they realised that all their threads seem to lead back to Mollymauk.

Caleb needs to get his head back on track. Stay on task.

“Yeah, we could do that,” he says flatly, unable to muster any kind of emotion.

Veth gives him a concerned look. She’s not the only one. Damn his vulnerability, yesterday. They know him too well, these friends of his; he wants to peel his skin off and flee, start anew, wants to fall back into old patterns of Bren. He looks at Veth’s face instead, her chubby brown cheeks, her furrowed brow untidy and soft. She is lovely. He is happy for her. At that moment, he misses Nott.

“Do we maybe want to check on Essek?” Veth asks tentatively, eyes on Caleb, like she is doing him a favour. “See what ol’ Hot Boi is up to? If there’s any new treasons?”

“Is Essek very high on our agenda right now?” Fjord asks. “Pardon me for saying, but it feels like we’ve… moved on from that phase, haven’t we?”

“Fjord!” Jester scolds. “He’s our friend! We promised we would help him be a better person!”

“Yeah, but we’re about to disappear into the arctic fucking circle for God knows how long, chasing after mysteries with Vess deRogna, so like.” Beau leans back on two legs of her chair, arms spread wide. Duh, her posture reads. “Fat load we can do.”

Caduceus’ shrewd gaze is still zeroed in on Caleb. He doesn’t meet it, because knowing Caduceus, it will be kind.

Jester is seeking his eyeline, too. Caleb ignores it, lips pressed together. He will not reveal last night’s scry if she doesn’t. 

“I can do a quick scry,” she says finally. “I bet we will see that he is so changed, you guys. I bet he will be, like, volunteering at a children’s hospital.” She runs to her room to fetch the scrying orb. 

Great. So the rest of them will see him too. Caleb thinks of seeing Essek’s plush lips after he saw them spread wide and panting last night. Thinks of the way he had whined when Caleb pinched his earlobe. Who would have thought that the Shadowhand to the Bright Queen was so easy? He’d mentioned several times that he had no interest in nudity, in carnal pleasures, had lamented their tryst as a bad idea before they even got their dicks out. Caleb wonders if he was a virgin.

Jester is setting up her scry, the crystal ball settled between a platter of cupcakes and a sodden grease cloth that once held bacon that is probably in Beau’s pockets. Veth scoots her chair closer and Caleb needs to distract her, right now.

“How was your time with Luc and Yeza?” he asks, and she can see through him - of course she can, she knew him at his worst, she has always known he was terrible - but she responds anyways. Caleb tunes her out. In truth, he doesn’t want to hear about her happiness when he is churning with misery and resentment. Perhaps that makes him cruel. Nothing new to him, although Veth has rarely been the recipient.

The scry forms strangely, this time around. As if it were nearly resisted, Caleb thinks, seeing Jester bite her lip in frustration before the image clears. He would bet money on it being in the Lucid Bastion, firstly because of the architecture, not least because the oracle sharpens on Essek standing before the Bright Queen.

“I thank you for the report, Shadowhand,” says Leylas Kryn, her horned headdress luminous in the bright light of the room - her study, perhaps. “Have you anything else to bring to my attention?”

Essek looks… rough. Nothing obvious, of course - his mantle is in place, impeccable, and he floats a few inches above the floor as per usual. His hair is curled and styled. But he has dressed down; no jewelry hangs between his earlobes and his nose ring, there are no elaborate cuffs protecting the edge of his ear that Caleb now knows is so sensitive. He wears a single silver loop on each side, a dodecahedron brooch on his mantle. Under his eyes, dark circles speak of exhaustion.

“There has been word from the Mighty Nein, Your Radiance,” he says.

(“What the fuck is he talking about?” Beau asks. “Jess, did you message him?”

“I didn’t!”)

“And what say our intrepid Heroes?” 

Essek tilts his head to the side, as if thinking over his words. There is a shadow under his chin, the slightest intimation that something might linger under his collar. Leylas Kryn notices it; most of the Nein do, as well. Jester is staring straight at Caleb.

“They have been contacted by Vess deRogna, of the Cerberus Assembly,” he says.

(“Yo, how does he know this shit! Is he spying on us?”)

“Do they seek to undermine us?” Leylas asks, immediately harsh, eyes cutting.

“I do not believe so, My Queen.” Essek brings a hand to his chest, bows his hand in reverence. “In fact, I doubt that they will accept her contract - they have previously voiced distaste towards the Assembly, as you recall.”

The Bright Queen settles, slightly, but she is still on edge. “And what would this Archmage have of our Nein?” she asks. 

Caleb seethes at her casual assumption, that the Nein are hers. Government is the same - manipulative people, regardless of where the border falls.

“The reports from Vurmas have mentioned strange activity near Eiselcross.”

There is a collective intake of breath - the Queen, the Nein.

“The Assembly would plunder the depths of Aeor for magical weapons, now that our Beacon has been returned,” Leylas murmurs, hands folded in prayer and pressed to her mouth. There is a fanaticism in her eyes that Caleb recognises. “The ink on the treaty is not even dry, and still they seek to undermine our rule. We are ever dirty cricks to them, unworthy of standing under a shared sun.”

“We must lay the foundations of a future where peace is ensured,” Essek says after a pause. “If that means protecting our interests in the North, Your Radiance, I will assemble a team and send them to Eiselcross at your command.”

Leylas Kryn lowers her hands, and regards Essek for a long moment.

“Kneel,” she says, and Essek drops down into an elegant bow, long and sweeping, one hand pressed to his forehead as if to block out the sun. 

“Kneel,” she repeats, more insistent. “Properly. Do not make me command you thrice.”

There is an audible sound of impact, as Essek drops his floating cantrip, and his knees hit the marble floors. His face twitches once, but it settles back into courtly placidity before it can show pain. Caleb thinks of his legs in their braces, last night. He knows Jester is thinking the same, her hands over her mouth, tail thrashing in distress.

“Umavi,” Essek says, head bowed, low in front of her.

“You may look upon me,” she says imperiously, and he lifts his head, staring up. Her hand raises, imperceptibly, and Essek takes it, pressing a kiss to the fingers there.

“Holy Day approaches,” the Queen says quietly, softly, so very softly. “We will stand under the light of the sun and be purified of our faults by the cleansing beams of the Luxon. True devotion, true love, is known only through pain. Submission is an agony that delights.” 

(“She’s crazy, right? So we’re clear?”)

“Of all my courtiers,” Leylas Kryn continues. “Your reverence is the one I trust the most. Are you in pain, Shadowhand?”

“Always,” Essek says with a laugh. “Particularly so now. The floors are chilly, Your Radiance.”

“I can trust that your devotion is honest, and that you offer it with understanding of all that entails.” She tilts his chin up, the better to meet his eyes with her own distant, ancient turquoise gaze. “Remember your place, Essek Thelyss. You are my Shadowhand - a card in my deck. Not your mother’s, and not your den’s. Nor are you one in the Mighty Nein’s.”

Essek smiles once more, and this one speaks volumes - it is less convincing than he likely hopes. “Trust me, Majesty. They do not picture me as such at all. My relationship with the Mighty Nein is… not a concern for the Dynasty. I am the Shadow cast by your Hand. Your wish is my only obligation.”

Leylas Kryn searches him for a long, long moment. “Very well. Rise, Shadowhand. I want you to go to the Skysibil and learn all you can about Aeor, and what the Empire might seek there. Dismissed.”

She has already turned back to her desk and taken a seat when Essek gets to his feet, a series of cracks echoing throughout the chamber as he does so, and with an ugly grimace on his face he starts to float and leaves, offering one last bow as he goes.

They follow him through the scry to a different part of the Lucid Bastion, where people bow to him as he passes, and he eventually enters a sumptuously decorated office, gestures to lock the door behind him.

Essek makes a somatic gesture with his hand, and says “Skysibil, if you are available soon to discuss our histories of Aeor and our interests there, I await your earliest convenience. Light shine on you.” 

And then he drops into an extremely comfortable looking chair with a long groan, unclasping his mantle carelessly. Under his cloak of office, he is dressed finely, but comfortably, as is his norm. There are metal braces clasped around his legs, this time - perhaps the soft ones are for bed? - made of wrought silver. Essek stretches his legs out one at a time, brings a hand to his right knee, lets out a pained sound.

“Not the fucking day for this,” he laughs, and it sounds like he is close to tears. “Not enough to have spies on my tail, to have work heaped on my plate - no, we have to prove devotion on a bad leg day, when I haven’t tranced, after the worst sex of my life. Fantastic. Doing great, Thelyss.” 

A wave of his hand, and a desk drawer opens; a bottle of something fine and potent flies out and lands in an expectant hand. He pulls directly from the bottle. With his free hand, he tentatively traces over his own neck, pressing into the skin through his soft tunic. Caleb pictures last night, and can transpose the shape of his own teeth where Essek pushes, a forlorn and bitter expression on his face.

“Fool,” Essek says to his empty office, under his breath, tone defeated. “You never learn.” 

If Essek says more, the Mighty Nein don’t see it - their ten minutes are up, and they all emerge from the vision, still at the breakfast table. 

The air is heavy with the smell of food. Caleb is still a little nauseous, both from being faced with bubblegum frosting first thing in the morning, and from what they were shown by the scry. He dislikes the idea of Essek on his knees, kneeling in piety, hips and knees cracking with every shift he makes. What has Leylas Kryn done to gain such submission? 

He pictures himself in her place, his hand on the side of Essek’s face, guiding that dark mouth onto his cock. Essek letting out moans and gasps, from his throat being fucked or because his folded legs are twinging beneath him, with no way for Caleb to tell. 

“Okay, what the fuck was that?” Veth asks.

“Yeah, who told him we were going to Eiselcross?” Beau accuses. 

“I didn’t send him a message you guys, I swear!” Jester cries. “Maybe he was scrying on us, but…” she tries to meet Caleb’s eyes. He ignores her.

They are all looking at him now.

“Was it just me,” Beau asks, eyes boring into Caleb. “Or did Essek have a little hickey, right here?” She presses her fingers to the hinge of her jaw.

“Why are you looking at Caleb,” Veth says shrilly. “Essek clearly said that he’d had some bad sex, and Caleb wouldn’t do that - he’d have amazing sex. Essek is clearly spying on us, because he’s untrustworthy.”

“Okay, what’s important for us to take away from that interlude,” Fjord says, trying to cut through the arguing-

“His legs are hurt,” Yasha says quietly. “Did we know that about him?”

“No, we didn’t,” Beau answers.

“What's important,” Fjord presses. “Is that he’s covering for our reputation in Rosohna. Did you see that he didn’t tell the Queen that we’re working with the Assembly? He’s keeping us in good standing there.”

“No ulterior motive for that, I’m sure,” Beau says.

Caleb stands. His chair scrapes against the floor. It cuts through the noise easier than Fjord’s captain voice did.

“I cannot hear myself think,” he says flatly. “I need a moment.” And he strides from the room.

“Caleb, get your ass back in here,” Beau yells, and starts to move after him, but Caleb can hear Caduceus intercepting her, telling her “Let him go do this, he’s reflecting on his behaviour and that’s a good thing-”

Caleb doesn’t bother heading to his room when the library will do fine. He breathes in, long and harsh, exhales only after he’s held it so long that his head spins. Frumpkin is batting at his arms, and he lets him, too lost in his own head. 

There is a part of him that burns with upset at being called Essek’s worst lay. Essek had hardly been a good one himself - sloppy and unpracticed, he’d spent at the weakest dirty talk Caleb ever attempted. It wasn’t even dirty talk, really - he’d spat Essek’s fantasies back in his face, and even just the thought had been enough to do the job.

He wishes Essek were less vulnerable. The proud Shadowhand he first met would know how to play these games with him, a mutual manipulation that would leave them both content. This? Is emotional, and messy, and Caleb can feel something from far away, as if it were locked behind a pane of glass, that wants to clasp Essek’s hands tenderly. Press a kiss to those knuckles. Cross eyes over an experiment in his towers, and feel something burgeon between them. What had Essek wanted? To kiss him properly, and then walk him back to the Xhorhaus, like teen sweethearts with a curfew. 

Instead, Caleb had teleported straight into his bed for a mediocre handy, called him an idiot, and left him with come still cooling on his stomach.

Well, you can’t always get what you want.

He considers seeking out Astrid and Eadwulf - they, at least, know how to play this game, might remember their old moveset even if they’ve long since moved onto another dance. Caleb could let Wulf fill him from behind, let Asa sit on his face, let his brain bleed out his ears for however long they took. 

Because that worked so well last time.

Approach things logically, Widogast. Is Essek a card that is worth being kept in their sleeve? He is a powerful mage, but Caleb is as powerful now, or nearly as much. His contacts in the Dynasty are of no use to them where they are going. But perhaps, if they face a formidable enemy…

Essek, with his metal-encased legs, camping in the biting north? Tears burning in the corner of his eyes, facing down some frosty demon? Caleb almost laughs. 

From another angle, Caleb is invested in Essek’s redemption - Caleb knows that he himself is damned, knows that all he can do is toil at his friends’ side and hope that it adds up at the end of his life. He wants to see Essek do the same. He wants to know if it carries the same catharsis as seeing Essek cry against his chest. 

Caleb is turning in circles. He ought to go out to the others, and confess this sin. He could dance around it, he knows, say as little as he needs to and let the others fill in the rest. Just one other of the many skills his Master demonstrated last night.  

Instead, Caleb snaps Frumpkin out of his arms, and teleports.

This time, he is courteous enough to teleport into the antechamber before Essek’s office itself. He knocks on the door, thinking idly to himself that it is a massive security risk, to allow teleportation into the heart of the Bastion.

There is movement, and a long moment, before Essek opens the door, eyebrows raised, a haughty expression on his face as he prepares to scold whatever secretary or aide would dare knock without announcing himself. 

The look freezes on his face, instead. He flushes violet and avoids Caleb’s eyes.

“Caleb,” he says. His voice is… 

“Yeah. Can I come in?”

Essek looks between Caleb - eyes landing on his chin, and not moving higher - and the doorframe. As if he might slam the door. Caleb puts his hand in the frame, just in case, and Essek takes an instinctive step back. 

“I’m working,” he says, after a too-long pause. Chin raised, as if he might fall back on pride and noble upbringing, when Caleb has seen him whining, hips struggling to kick. “I certainly hope you are not here expecting a repeat performance of last - that is to say.” He clears his throat. “I’m busy, Caleb.”

“I don’t want to fuck,” Caleb says flatly. 

Essek flinches, and looks around them wildly, before grabbing Caleb by the lapel and dragging him into the office. “Have you no shame?” Essek asks, voice sour. “I’d ask if you had any decency, but. Well.”

Caleb leans against the shut door, and watches him. He can see Essek struggling to maintain composure, to not be discomfited. 

“The childhood accident,” he asks. “What was it?”

Essek looks like he might explode, anger painting his expression. “I believe you have lost the right to ask me personal questions,” he says, and wraps his mantle around him closer. The movement is achingly insecure. “Given that you have shown a proclivity for throwing my confessions in my face. I won’t be mocked in my own office, Caleb Widogast.”

“Ah, but your bed is fine, yeah?” 

Caleb doesn’t know why he’s even here. He doesn’t know what he wants - wants Essek to hurt him, maybe, or to cry again. His earlier fantasy of fucking Essek’s mouth flits through his mind again, but more than that, he feels that presence somewhere in his breast pounding its fists against the glass. 

Essek is just staring at him, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Sorry,” Caleb says after a beat. “I came to - apologise.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Essek says. He does look haggard, doesn’t he? 

Caleb takes a step forward, and then another - Essek clings to the edge of his desk.

“I told you that I liked your daydreams,” he murmurs. “Was this one of them?”

Essek’s eyes are screwed shut. “I won’t be - won’t be tempted, I am not a mere plaything of yours simply because you learned a new spell. This is - I did not take you for cruel, when we met. More the fool I.”

Caleb reaches out and puts a hand on Essek’s breastbone. Flattens it out and smooths the heavy fabric of his mantle. He can feel a heartbeat, pounding, beneath it.

“What did you want?” he asks, lips barely moving. “Last night was for me. Let me do something for you.”

Essek buckles against the desk. Caleb drops a hand to his waist to steady him. 

“Steady,” he says.

Essek slams a hand against Caleb’s chest, and it does embarrassingly little. “I am not a filly for you to calm,” he hisses. “I am the Shadowhand to the Bright Queen, and I am your Steward - if appealing to you as a friend means nothing anymore, perhaps you will respond to authority.”

Caleb smiles. It feels honest. “Yeah, not really,” he says, a regretful twist to his mouth. 

“You’re despicable,” Essek says. Caleb squeezes his waist. “I so wished that last night had been a dream,” he laughs, the sound upsetting and raw. “And now this.”

“How drunk were you?” Caleb asks.

Essek doesn’t meet his eye. “Very.”

“Shall we forget it happened?” He strokes the flesh where his hand sits above Essek’s hips, leans in closer. “Would that bring you peace, friend?”

“You have a lot of nerve,” Essek scoffs. “To think I would forget…” he looks aside. 

The Shadowhand takes a deep breath then, and he peels a hand away from the edge of the desk to place his still-white knuckles against the edge of Caleb’s jaw, gently touching the beard there. 

“It is evident,” he says, courtier voice in place. “That I like you more than you like me. Last night was - I won’t do this with you, Caleb, won’t let you come at your whim and let you take what you want. I’m not the type. I don’t do trysts.”

Caleb shudders. You did last night, he does not say. Bold of Essek to cling to modesty, when Caleb didn’t even ask for head - Essek had flipped him over, gagged for it by his own volition. 

“I do like you,” he says instead. “But I don’t trust you.” He leans into Essek’s hand, watches a series of emotions flicker across his expression. “I see myself in you, and it enrages me. And then, other times, I don’t see myself in you at all, and it makes me doubt everything I know.”

“You were the one who told me that… that we could leave things better than they were before,” Essek says after a long moment.

“Yeah.” He wishes that Essek would put his thumb on Caleb’s lip, so that he could suck it into his mouth. He is better at seduction than he is talking things out. 

“You did not leave me better than you found me, last night, Caleb Widogast.”

Caleb smiles, exercises his jaw. “I was not myself.”

“You are still not yourself.”

Calculating eyes meet concerned violet-blue. “Am I not?” He turns his head, now, to press a kiss to that dusky purple palm. Those curled fingers that can destroy a scourger with a single gesture, that can cling without strength to Caleb’s hair and shoulders.

“You are so alive, normally,” Essek says, quiet and earnest. “There is a spark of brilliance in you, that struck me from the first I laid eyes on you. You hurt to look at, sometimes, for fear of burning myself.”

It is romantic drivel. Caleb’s heart speeds up all the same.

He sees us, screams the him behind the glass. Bren hushes it. He saw them last night, saw the truth of them, the truth of who and what Caleb is. 

“Your eyes are cold, now. You mock me still, playing at tenderness, trying to fall in line with what you think I want. I’ve seen more lively eyes on a corpse.”

Caleb reaches up to grasp Essek’s hand and moves it in front of his mouth. Presses a reverent kiss to his fingertips, a mirror of the move Essek made to his queen not a half hour ago. 

“I’m sorry for last night,” he says, infusing some emotion into the words. He isn’t sure which one. “I should have stopped as soon as you implied you were unwilling. I wasn’t thinking - seeing my old master put me… out of sorts.”

“I would have listened, had you wanted to talk about it.” Essek is flushing quite dark. 

“I know that now.” Caleb squeezes the hand in his. “I fell into old patterns of self-destructive behaviour. My comrades and I… whenever he was too much, we would find respite in one another.”

“Did you mercilessly taunt them, too?” Essek doesn’t relent. 

By all the fucking gods, he’s really taking that necking comment badly, huh?

“Sometimes. It can be a release, to let others speak to you without filter, depending on your mindset. But you are not me, and that does not excuse it.”

Essek searches his eyes before his glance skitters away again. Painfully shy, the Shadowhand. Caleb wonders just how young he is, to his people. 

“Was last night your first time?” he asks gently, stroking Essek’s waist again. For all that Essek resented it earlier, the intent to soothe appears to be working. They are all just animals pretending at higher intelligence, calmed by simple touch. 

“Give me some credit,” Essek says, voice flat. “I was an adolescent at one point.”

The answer says more than Essek likely realises. Teen flings only, then, nothing of substance. And now, this flame he carries for Caleb, that he showcases proudly and clutches close to his chest in turn. 

“You were very eager,” Caleb continues, still speaking quietly. “Do you still want me?”

Essek makes a pained noise. 

“I’m at work,” he says, and then moans when Caleb leans in to exhale, wet and heavy over his ear. This is how it’s done, he doesn’t say. It’s easier to be erotic when sober.

“Take a break,” Caleb coaxes. “We will be gone some time, and I owe you a good time. I care for you, Essek. I want you to remember me fondly.”

A sharp inhale. Bingo; tears welling in those eyes. Caleb is a terrible, terrible man.

“I’m not sleeping with you in the Bastion,” Essek says, and it is utterly unconvincing.

“How presumptuous of you,” Caleb teases, and gives a nip to his earlobe. “Perhaps I simply wanted to kiss you.”

“Oh, I’m the presumptuous one?” Essek laughs. “You who so boldly appeared in my bedroom, demanding company…” He trails off, because Caleb is staring at him, trying his best to convey some kind of emotion, some fondness that he felt once before he saw Essek in the hold of a ship and realised that they were the same despicable type of selfish. It might not work, but want will do the trick just as well. Essek moistens his lips, a brief flicker of tongue.

“Caleb,” Essek whispers, and leans in - finally, finally - for a kiss.

It is close-mouthed, dry. Gentle. Barely a caress. He can feel Essek shuddering under his hands, and he almost wishes he could muster some semblance of reverence back. 

Caleb draws back first, and then presses in again, this kiss briefer. Pecks pressed to the corner of his mouth, left and right, to his upper lip, then his bottom, each one big enough that he can plant a kiss there without effort. 

“Good?” he asks, as if they had done anything. 

“Mhm,” Essek mumbles, and reaches for him again. His hands curl in the front of Caleb’s jacket. It feels terribly romantic. Caleb sweeps his tongue out, licks his way into Essek’s mouth, drinks the sweet noises he makes. Feels Essek’s legs tremble again, and he reacts on instinct, sweeping him up to settle him on top of the desk, and then the moment ends - Essek clutches at his left leg, letting out a pained hiss. 

“I’m sorry,” Caleb says dumbly, hands still on Essek’s hips. 

“It’s fine,” he groans, and physically picks up his leg to better position it on the table, ensuring the bend of his knee with a grunt. Are the tears in his eyes for pain now? Frustration? Still that misty-eyed tenderness that Caleb somehow evokes, even with his half-assed pretensions? 

“You are in pain,” Caleb says, and lets his hand rest on Essek’s upper thigh, where a gap in the brace lets him touch the fine silk of his trousers. He traces a little circle into the flesh there. “Should you not go home to rest?”

“My work never ends,” Essek offers, a grim smile on his face. 

“Let me take you home,” Caleb insists, and knows immediately that he pushed too indelicately. Essek flushes, and looks aside, mouth moving as he struggles to form words. 

“What is this?” he finally asks. 

“This is me, and you.” Caleb kisses Essek on the cheek. “I want to leave you better than I found you, but I seem to have a bad track record.”

[4lix]

lee know. sleepy time <3 

gn reader, no warnings, free form minho doesn’t realize how much of an effect he has on you. he never thinks much about things, never considers how certain things may come off to others. like when he pulls you into his chest, nuzzling his face in the crown of your head because your shampoo smells nice. or when he mindlessly plays with your fingers in boredom, twirling them around his own with no regard for your flushed face. 

you weren’t dating but half of his wardrobe was on your bedroom floor, and not because you were getting down and dirty, he just always threw his clothes like a fast ball into some random corner of your room before flopping down on your bed like he owned the place. 

minho really thought he owned the place. he took up most of the bed when you slept, refused to take the couch although it was pretty comfy and he was the one who invited himself over as per usual. he hogged all the blanket at night, talks in his sleep, and once he hits his r.e.m phase he’s dragging you across the bed and crushing you against his chest in a suffocating hug. 

you’re never able to sleep when the idiot is over, how could you? his breath warm against your neck, arms tight around your waist, legs tangled up in yours. the idiot has no idea what effect he has on you, if he hears your heart pounding in your chest he chooses to ignore it. when you finally do manage to fall asleep, it would never last very long.

“y/n.” he’d grumble, voice muffled from sleep, you’d hum in response. “i have to pee.” with a groan you slide out of the bed, crossing your arms across your chest as you glare down at the boy whilst he struggles to untangle the blanket from his legs. 

minho always had to pee at night, his obsession with being on the inside of the bed against the wall meaning you had no choice but to get up every damn night to let the moron piss. 

he’d come back with a dopey smile on his face, “all better.” he’d giggle, his hair an absolute disheveled mess from sleep. you’d roll your eyes despite your heart contracting at the sight. he doesn’t waste a moment to yank you back into his chest once you're both under the safety of your comforter, your cat jiji joining the two of you and curling up at the foot of your bed once the two of you have settled. 

maybe minho was just a cuddly person. if he wasn’t spooning you he was spooning your cat, you wouldn’t be surprised if he kept a stuffed teddy bear on his bed or something, the boy clearly needed to suffocate something to let slumber take over him. sometimes you can’t help but question if his frequent visits to your apartment are actually due to his separation problems with your black cat, mooching off of your food and internet just being a bonus. 

you always woke up in the morning with jiji on minho’s chest, the boy scratching the cat lovingly behind the ear, cooing nonsense at the animal and making obnoxiously loud kissy noises with no regard to your sleeping figure beside him.

sometimes you want to strangle him. 

other times you really want to kiss him. 

[goatsandgangsters]

he had his "determined little feetsteeps" which is when he would Very Purposefully March from one place to another. I have no idea why he did this. most of the time he walked in a normal, quiet cat way, but sometimes he decided it was Stompy Time

he liked to come over and go fwump, bodily dropping his entire weight against you

we developed a morning routine that I called "the arm basket" where as soon as I was up, he needed me to sit on my bed so that he could curl up on my lap and have me wrap my arms around him and he's burrow his face in the crook of my elbow and drool all over me. he'd sit there for 5–10 minutes and then decide he was done. he also knew the difference between when I was just getting up to pee/going back to bed and when I was up-up and only demanded arm basket when I was up-up (he came running when he heard me switch off the fan I sleep with for white noise)

I like to pace and our excessively long narrow hallway to the front door was the perfect spot, but he'd get very unhappy whenever I did this and would try to herd me back into the main apartment away from the door. he would cut me off and walk me back

he was the SOFTEST cat I've ever known. his entire body was soft, but especially his ears. He not only loved to be scratched behind the ear, he also loved when you took his actual ear between your fingers and rubbed it. he had the softest triangles

the corners of his mouth always turned up in a way that gave him a little smile/smirk. he had little white eyelashes.

he liked to hold hands. sometimes he'd put his front paw in my hand. sometimes, if he was cleaning himself, he'd give me his back paw to hold onto

he had the funniest way of using the scratching post. he'd flatten himself to the floor and then raise his front paws up to scratch. it looked like a very silly yoga pose

he had the highest-pitched, squeakiest meow. he would yell at you when you came in the door until you snuggled him. he always said hello when he came into a room and announced his presence when he wanted to hang out. he always jumped up on the bed with a little "mmrrph?" he always jumped down with a little oof-like noise.

he was constantly picking at his toebeans and made the most disgusting wet noises. but I loved the way his damp fur smelled when he'd recently groomed himself

he thought that everything that crinkles was for him. he always chewed on phone and laptop chargers

sometimes he liked to make sure that gravity still worked. he declared war on my decorative winter birds by frequently knocking them off, never to bat around or play with, just to knock over. he liked being able to pick things up and drop them to make clicky sounds on the floor

he learned how to wake up kara's PC in the middle of the night, because he learned if he did that, it would also wake kara up in the middle of the night

he was a monarchist and believed in the divine right of kings, because he was so perfect that we decided he had to have SOME kind of flaw and made that part of his lore

he also didn't shed that much?? like there were definitely tufts of fur all over the apartment, but as someone who wears a lot of light-colored clothing, I was never covered in cat fur the way I have been from previous domestic shorthairs in my life?? like wtf, how was he Literally Perfect (apart from being a monarchist)

he was not food-motivated at all when kara was working on their thesis and was out of town for long periods of time, I would go over to take care of him and would always stay to hang out with him and give him love. he was so DESPERATE for affection that sometimes I almost forgot to feed him, because we'd snuggle and snuggle and once he'd finally had his fill, I'd get to the door before I realized "oh wait your food." because he only ever asked for love, he never asked for food

he was mischievous and full of crime, and he was sweet and affectionate and always eager for love, and he was chatty and conversational, he had so much personality and so many quirks and so many routines. he had preferences

i had a very bad night on march 23rd 2016. the next day at work—i remember this very vividly—i was sitting at the stupid fucking rapid book scanner i ran, and thought to myself, "last night was VERY bad. what if i get a cat and that way i won't be able to kill myself if it gets that bad again." so i went on the MSPCA's website, browsed, and found my boy

i went straight from work to the MSPCA and met him in one of those 2x2x2 cages, where he was just sitting very quietly and very tense, and loved him immediately. the shelter staff told me that he was maybe two or three years old and had been brought in as a stray, but they suspected based on how he acted that he was someone's pet who got out. he was also a return: he was described on the site as shy and anxious, and an older couple had adopted him and thought they could provide a quiet home for him, but didn't factor their grandkids in. so he came back to the shelter and was looking for a forever home that didn't have kids, other cats, dogs, etc. so i, with my studio apartment, shitty job, and loud fucking mouth but only for singing and yelling at video games, filled out the paperwork immediately. i bought him with my 2015 tax refund. and then i realized i had no idea how i was going to get him from the shelter in southie to my apartment in brighton—i didn't think i could bring a cat in a carrier on the T without him freaking out. i ended up asking my friends' mom if she would mind terribly much picking me and maccallan [named after the scotch] up the next afternoon. 

on later trips i found out his fear response was to freeze. he never did more than a little wailing at first on the way to the vet or during the five hour car ride from boston to NYC. when i got him home that first night, he disappeared into my apartment and i let him, but an hour or two later i was like "hm, where did this cat go" and started scouring the apartment, just to make sure he didn't somehow escape. when i finally did find him, he was curled up so small behind the toilet i had missed him on two other passes. after that his other two favorite hiding spots were behind the fridge in my shitty galley kitchen or balanced So Very Carefully ON TOP OF my baseboard heaters so that only the very tip of his tail could be seen under my bed.

he never stopped being anxious. it took literal years before he would just stay where he was if i sat up or stood up near him; he would always go alert and tense at any sound in the hallway; he got used to me when i was standing and i could kind of skirt around him without him bolting eventually, but anyone taller than me? no chance. and i am not very tall. he had ZERO interest in experiencing The Outside. never bolted for the door, never tried to shove the window screen open, and when i would open the door to leave the apartment he would just. sit at the end of it and watch nervously, far enough away that nothing could Get Him.

but despite the anxiety he was SO curious. he liked to listen out of open windows, smell the smells, and would watch the rain or snow fall with as much interest as he watched birds and squirrels

the shelter staff told me he was shy, and they weren't wrong. but he was also the sweetest, most affectionate, snuggliest, CHATTIEST cat i've ever had. he liked to burrow in blankets and pillowcases, more than any of the 20+ cats i'd had before him

and that meant he slept snuggled with me, too. pretty much every night. i fell asleep with him next to me or on my head or resting on my legs every single night for nine years.

he NEEDED to be in my business all the time. he would yell at the top of his little kitty lungs the second i got home until i sat down and snuggled him. he would sit on my lap, WEDGED UNDER MY LAPTOP, while i gamed, or sit tucked up against my side if it was a controller or handheld game; once i got a desk chair that i could let the back of down, that was His Spot, whether i was in the chair or not. he just wanted to hang out, all the time.

one of the first toys i bought him was this stuffed lambchop that was meant as a dog toy. within a year of having her, he ripped her back seam open, tore out the squeaker, ripped off an eye and an ear, but she never ever ever stopped being his favorite toy

i'm out of pictures for one post but i'm not done talking about him. he had an ulcer on the tip of his tongue when I adopted him, from his time on the streets, that made it so the tip of his tongue was a little forked instead of rounded. he had tooth problems, also from the second i adopted him, and was down to maybe three of the little front teeth between the canines, and some of his carnassials were going too. i never had the money for the extractions; maybe if i'd had better luck job-wise or saved more for it he'd have made it to his tenth gotcha day anniversary. he would fling lambchop around to chase her himself and wasn't always happy when i grabbed her to toss for him. when i lived alone he cried when i left for work every. single. day. he liked to investigate high spots but didn't usually go back to them once he had. he was SO oddly proportioned, with kinda stumpy front legs and a long body and hind legs, and permanent kitten face. his fur was so soft and silky, especially right behind his ears, and it was a weird midpoint between short and long. he rusted in the sun. any time i was in the kitchen and he was following me around, i'd hold out whatever i was making for him to smell so he felt included, and he sniffed whatever i held out and usually walked away satisfied, unless it was beef, which he begged for. he had a few hotspots around his eyelids and ears and he would scratch himself so hard he cried, and when i started yelling "gentle!" at him during a scratch, he'd slow down or stop and sometimes come over and let me rub at the spot instead. my dad saw him twice in the nine years i had him: once during the drive to nyc and last thanksgiving, when i finally convinced him to sit on the couch and let my anxious-attachment-disorder cat come to us. he was so chatty and would respond to questions in the same tone he was asked in. despite loving a snuggle, he didn't like being held but, he would tolerate it for a lot longer than you'd think. he was VERY tolerant, actually, i would hug him so tight and poke at him when he was on his cat tree and he would get annoyed but within five minutes he'd be back for pets. he was dumb but not stupid. he knew his name and responded to "baby" even when i wasn't talking to/about him. when he woke up from his naps in the basket of the cat tree, he would meow immediately, like "hello, i'm awake now, pay attention to me." he liked to lick my hair while it was still damp after a shower. he himself was Mystery Damp all the fucking time. i gave him a raw egg once a month as a treat until the listeria stuff this year. he liked dry food more than wet food, and had a projectile vomiting problem until i switched him from trader joe's canned food to iams bikkies. he LOVED the spiky brush that was supposed to be for his fur but which he used more often to rub his chin and cheeks against when his teeth were bothering him, which was always. he knew when i was trying to take a picture of him and either did not enjoy it or posed for it, no in between. he had ZERO prey drive and only started chasing and eating moths in the last few years. he loved bread for some reason and specifically loved starbucks bagels, which he stole from me when i wasn't paying attention more than once. every time he went to the vet, including today, the vets and techs described him, and specifically his legs, as "beefy." he's the only thing that kept me going some days—a lot of days, recently. he was so full of love and he was so loved and he knew it. he was my baby and my buddy and my lifeline and the thing, creature, being i loved the most in the world. i don't know how i'm supposed to go on with life without him.

[maggotmouth]

          hillo sexthy legends !!   i’m nora and i’ll be writing margo colby n probs sm1 else bcos lets be real, i lack self-control. u can find her pinterest here n some info abt her sexy self below the cut. plot with me on discord ( hot girl midsommar#8664 ) or in my ims !!  x o x

     * CAMILA MORRONE, CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER  | you know MARGO COLBY, right? they’re TWENTY-THREE, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, ELEVEN YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to SCRAWNY BY WALLOWS  like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole BLEACH WHITE SNEAKERS POUNDING ON A GYMNASIUM FLOOR, USING THE SAME BLUNT SCISSORS TO HACK THE SLEEVES OFF AN EXES T-SHIRT THAT YOU USE TO CUT YOUR 3AM FRINGE, A WALNUT-SHAPED ACHE IN THE PIT OF YOUR STOMACH FOR THE PERSON YOU COULD HAVE BEEN thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is AUGUST 8TH, so they’re a LEO, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nora, 25, gmt, she/her )

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bullet point summary of margo.

—   born margaret but NOBODY calls her that. its colby, coach or margo, and go to the privileged few. margo grew up in the creek commune n then dropped out of school cos of a teenage pregnancy so she was a bit of a cautionary tale back in’t’day (said tht in my yorkshire accent). she now works for summer camps coaching pee wee soccer and pee wee cheer, as well as helping out her beekeeper dad on his honey farm, which is jst north of abernathy creek, and working at scuba on the off seasons.

—  its just her and her dad, and has been for as long as she can recall !! everything she knows about her mum could fit on the back of the weathered passport photo she keeps in her wallet of a stranger who shares her face - her name’s melody, or at least tht was name she used when working as a dancer, she’s from argentina and dropped mag’s dad as soon as someone w more money came along.

—  margo’s father is a beekeeper with his own organic honey company. margo and her dad moved to irving in the early 00s, the summer between grade school and middle school, because her dad had heard about the communal living in abernathy creek and wanted to lend his skills there and live off the fatta the land in a very lenny from of mice and men kinda way.

—  for a few years of middle school margo was bullied for living with the ‘freaks from the creek’, but when they realised how chill her dad was with underage drinking, margo ‘keg-bringer’ colby soon gained popularity among the more renegade students. every so often, the high school parties would happen at her end of town, occasionally with members of the commune even offering the high schoolers a spiritual experience they’d never forget (often in the form of mushrooms) which meant people tried to stay on her good side. to get an invite to a margo colby party handed you a free pass to make up the most ridiculous shit about the commune you liked and nobody else could say anything, because they’d never been to the creek.

—  at school, margo had a lot of ‘behvioural issues’ bcos of undiagnosed adhd, she found it difficult to sit still for hours n write down huge chunks of information n her restlessness was seen as laziness. she was encouraged to do sports, as were most of the kids who weren’t that academically inclined, but she turned out to be pretty hot shit at sprinting, because she grew up surrounded by bee houses and he who runs slowest gets stung, baybeyy!! so yea, in school sports became her LIFE. she was gonna get a sports scholarship to college but ended up dropping out of school in senior year n becoming one of those kids who could have had it all but lost it.

—  she had sex with sutter at a house party when she wasnt really ready because it felt like the right thing to do at the time and everybody else was doing it. she’d attended health class, she’d seen the corny videos. she knew about all the statistics, but she also knew that it had never happened to anyone she knew and the pull out method was basically safer than the morning after pill and way less expensive.

—  a teenage pregnancy knocked her out of the runnings for prom queen and meant she had to leave school early. she didn’t go to college when her friends did, instead she spent the time interviewing potential foster candidates and eating her weight in lindt chocolate while marathoning love island in her room.  

—  she had a son, who she passed off to someone else a couple of towns away.  it was a closed adoption which seemed like the best idea at the time, but she now wishes she had access to his life.

—  after peaking in high school and jumping between jobs for a few years, she got a more permanent role at scuba which she loves with all of her heart and soul, but unfortunately a bar job doesn’t pay the rent.  

—  she works at summer camps coaching  junior soccer and netball on the side. she’s extremely competitive and takes it very personally if her team lose. the kids all call her, coach colby n write her longwinded letters about how they’ll never forget this summer camp before they go back to their suburban picket fence houses n she keeps all the letters in a drawer n takes them out to read when she’s feelin depressed.

—  enjoys surfing and worked for a number of years on resorts like mila kunis’ job in forgetting sarah marshall. she went on to work 18-hour days as a stewardess on luxury yachts which is a part of her backstory i added after watching season one of below deck because i guess i really am that fucking impressionable. met most of her surf friends doing tht but said she’d never in her life do it again bcos it was mostly just picking up after rich white ppl for shit pay. she came back to irving n thats when she started doing the summer camp jobs so she could move out of the creek n get her own apartment. 

—  she never actually finished senior year so she’s currently going to night school at the community college to get through her exams and is trying to save to go to college or open university. she wants to major in criminology. she’s super ambitious but also super adhd so she fluctuates between thinking she can achieve anything to just feeling like a failure n thinkin whats the point

—  used to shoplift to feel joy and as an act of resistance to her hippy commune routes, but now sees herself as a reformed, bin-diving freegan (sims 4 eco living can i get a hell yaaaa). also she thinks it’s totally wrong to steal when you have enough money and clearly don’t need to steal to survive, ppl risk imprisonment for basic necessities, so for her to do it for a brief thrill and some new shades felt a bit derogatory

—  was raised jewish. became a vegetarian as a child because it seemed, at the time, easier than having to explain which foods she was and wasn’t allowed to eat together, so she just cut out meat entirely. still a vegetarian now and dabbles in veganism, although its become less about not eating certain meats in the milk of their mother and more about her global impact / carbon footprint

—  nurses little animals to health in her garden. has a hedgehog name OJ short for orange juice not the other one filthy pig. her and her dad have always been huge animal rights activists and existed on a vegetarian diet. the only one in their house who isn’t vegetarian is their cat, auggie. (short 4 augustus gloop)

—  has a lot of stupid ass stick and poke tattoos. there was a phase during her years as a barmaid where she wanted to train as a tattoo artist n would mostly practice on herself or any friends who would let her

—  she doesn’t form many long lasting friendships cos she tends to be super excited when she makes a new friend and just see them all the time but then it wears off and she can ghost a bit. she’ll always coming pinging back but she’s not the most predictable or loyal friend, sometimes she’ll sleep in your house every night for a week and then you won’t even get a text from her for a month. her best friends are elderly neighbours and houseless people she meets when volunteering at the foodbank. she thinks they’re more authentic than most of the ‘fake posers’ she meets down the vela pier

—  calls herself a butch lesbian but still has sex with men when she wants validation. sexually attracted to some men, especially effeminate men, but only romantically attracted to women. very possessive of the gals in her life.

—  stopped giving a shit about getting older or adhering to anyone elses bullshit standards, realised it was all fake p much as soon as she dropped out of school and one by one her friends just stopped texting her

—  lives in one of the lofts in port apartments. it’s open plan with rugs and lava lamps everywhere. she has a palette bed. its all very ‘sustainable chic’. like, oh wow, a pallet bed that im supposed to think you made from scratch but i KNOW you got it  off ebay because you thought it looked trendy

—  constantly says shes poor but still buys clothes from urban outfitters. sus.

—  frequently found at fannies flirting with the cute bisexual bartender with a choppy black bob.

general vibe / personality

vibrant, vulgar, self-absorbed, tenacious, veers bewteen apathetic and dogmatic, temperamental, flighty, unreliable, magnetic, charismatic, passive aggressive, likes to play devil’s advocate, takes the moral high ground. estp and a leo

likes: 70s music, john wayne movies, black mirror, philosophy, cowboy chic culture, dc comics, the smell of locker rooms,, deep red lipstick, lacrosse sticks, smoking weed from a bong, dogs, karaoke, pet rats, kate moss, late-night strolls, hawaaiian shirts worn open over a bralette, skinned knees, thai food, picking the apples at the very top of the trees, zip-lining, cigarettes, the idea of pegging but not the practical application of it, decorative lamps, LGBTQ+ pin badges, worn-out furniture, twangy electric guitars.

dislikes: girls who call other girls ‘pick me’ girls, woody allen movies, mental mathematics, wealthy children, quentin tarantino, ironing, institutionalised misogyny, the imaginary future, french literature, ‘dump him’ feminism, wes anderson films, spoken word poetry nights, college-educated bar staff who act like they’re better than you,  indie softbois, the general mentality of cheerleading squads.

aesthetics

orange peel, the smell of bleach, skeleton drawings in the margins of a journal, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, bleach white sneakers pounding on a gymnasium floor, setting dumpsters on fire for the hell of it. a hit flask of vodka decorated with hello kitty stickers, split knuckles, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, a child in an oversize bee keepers suit, scabbed knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your dad wouldn’t take you,  a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

hoo boy this is getting LONG AS FUCK but here are my wanted plots

wanted plots

ok margo’s been in irving since she was like 10. she’s quite a vivacious person?? she dresses completely instinctively without any sense of cohesion so she stands out. a guy once told her she was wearing the ugliest outfit he’d ever seen and he thought that was so cool and brave of her. but anyway where was i going.. she grew up in the abernathy creek so stuck out like a sore thumb,,,, maybe ppl who were super interested in the creek or maybe poked fun at her bcos of it idk.....

b4 she dropped out, margo used 2 b in with the cool kids at school bcos her dad would buy them booze and rarely ask for the money. maybe a fun plot cld b with some of the ‘it girls’ she used to hang around with b4 she got pregnant n dropped out and they all went off to college n stopped texting her.

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! some1 she feels like she knew before irving ???

since margo literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships. fwbs. enemies with benefits. all the angst. all the slow burn mutual pining we hate each other narratives

locals who play sports. margo wld be all over community soccer n take it way too seriously. maybe ppl she plays hockey with. girls who she’s like, weirdly intimate with but its not a thing cos the other girls straight !!! what do u mean !! aha just fun !

she works part time at scuba. i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry.

she's also a surf instructor and occasionally works as a lifeguard!! gal has like 7 jobs ik but regular swimmers hmu

ppl she coaches at the gym !! she wants to be a personal trainer

i reckon she might have recently started meditating to try and calm down her mind cos its always bustling with thoughts, n i think she’s p interested in buddhism so if anyone’s a buddhist hmu

someone she’s trying to make a zine with on female empowerment and women in film and art, etc. just a very feminist zine. 

TLDR:  angry sports gay, former high school track prodigy turned drop out, who likes feminist literature, wearing leather jackets over slip dresses, and smudged red lipstick.

this was so long !!! im sorry !! if you’ve read this far have a biscuit, love x

[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

Dog Person

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Mark was expecting a lot of things when he woke up. Maybe some pain, some fur on the floor, the nudity of course, what he wasn’t expecting though, was the screaming. Okay so it wasn’t so much of a scream as it was a shriek, and it was a familiar shriek, the same shriek you made when the big spiders got into the bathtub. Only this time, there were no spiders, so the real question was: 

What the hell were you doing in his apartment the day after the full moon? 

Sitting up quickly, which made his joints hurt a bit more, Mark rubbed at his face, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. It didn’t help when someone, probably you, tossed something on his head. 

“What the fuck?” You both ask at the same time. Mark finally manages to pull the blanket off his head and get a proper look at you. You’re standing on the opposite side of the bed, only wearing one of his hoodies, with both of your hands over your face, peeking at him from between your fingers. That’s weird, you never go anywhere without pants. That’s when he noticed the Big Bang poster on the back of the door and had a revelation.

This was not his apartment, it was yours. He must have crawled in last night before sunrise. 

“Mark Tuan, you have 10 seconds to explain what you’re doing on my bedroom floor, and more importantly, why you are naked.” 

“It’s a long story.” He starts, maneuvering to cover himself with the blanket you tossed at him. 

“Talk fast.” Mark wasn’t actually sure what to say. Hey babe, I’m a werewolf, sorry I never told you, its just I figured you wouldn’t want to put up with the shedding. “Mark?”

“Babe, its complicated.” You finally drop your hand, climbing back onto the bed to stare at him cross-legged. 

“Have you been stalking me?”

“No!” He immediately defends, almost jumping up but remembering that he was, in fact, naked. “You know how you always thought it was weird how I could smell whenever the cafeteria was serving pizza, or how I can always here you call for me, even if I’m on the other side of campus?”

“Oh my god, are you a vampire?” Mark growled, actually growled, at your question, and he only had to look at the way your eyebrow crooked to know you thought that was hot. “Okay, not a vampire.” 

“Think about it, baby-” Mark moved towards you again, but you sprang up from the bed pointing a stern finger at him. 

“Sit.” 

And he did. As soon as he did he burst out laughing, almost wheezing at the irony. 

“What’s so funny?” You demanded to know, taking a step away from him. 

“Dog commands.” He managed to whimper, doubled over laughing with his forehead touching the floor, you almost didn’t hear him. 

“Dog com- oh my god.” He finally managed to look up to find you crouching on the other side of the bed, hands over your face again, your shoulders were shaking slightly and Mark was worried you were crying. “You’re a werewolf and I-” You exploded with laughter, tossing your head back hard enough you fell onto your butt. “Oh my god, that explains so much.” You managed to gasp out. “Why you never want to hang out on full moons, why Jackson always complains about dog fur. And it’s why Spaghetti doesn’t like you.” You point over to the orange and white cat lounging on her cat tree. “Cause you’re a dog.” You whisper the last words, laying your head on the bed to look at him. He mimics your position. 

“I’m a wolf.” He whispers back. 

“You’re naked.” Your pink cheeks make him smile. 

“I am.” He nods, which proved to be a little difficult with his chin pressed into your mattress. 

“Well, I think we need to have a long conversation, but I have to pee, and you need to get dressed, so I’m gonna go to the bathroom. You should have some spare clothes in the closet.” You nod once before standing and leaving the room. 

When you walk back into the room Mark is now wearing only sweatpants, while attempting to get Spaghetti to play with him, though the Scottish Fold seems like she's trying to rip his fingers off for sport and not so much for fun. Mark looks over the second you walk in, which lets the cat get a decent bite in before he manages to yank his hand away. “So,” You begin, walking over to your boyfriend, instinctively your hand moves to the large scars on his chest, the ones you now realized much have been from a werewolf. “Something tells me you weren’t born like this.”

“No,” He shudders slightly when your fingertips graze over the puckered skin. “I was attacked just after middle school.”

“Do you have a pack? I hear its bad to be a wolf alone.” 

“I do, we aren’t all wolves, but its like Teen Wolf, you know?”

“So when you transform, is it like Teen Wolf, or closer to Harry Potter?” His hand catches yours, stopping your movements, but you still won't look up at him. 

“Neither, on full moons, its something more like a monster movie. That’s why I stay away, I can’t control myself very well. Other times, I just look like a big wolf.” You're quiet for a long time. Mark is expecting anger, or maybe even fear, but you smell completely fine. “Baby,” He prompts, tilting your chin up with his free hand. “I wanted to tell you I promise but-”

“I’m not angry, Mark. I promise.” 

“You’re not?” You shake your head, smiling up at him. 

“I think I always knew you were something else. You’re the white wolf that follows me home after my late classes, aren’t you?” He can’t stop himself from chuckling. 

“Yeah, its me.” The humor quickly falls from his face. “Y/n, I’ll understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore-”

“Shut up, Mark.” You interrupt, rolling your eyes. “I’ve been in a relationship with you for long enough. I guess I’ll just invest in a good vacuum and maybe a nice doggy bed.” You joke, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“I do not want a doggy bed.” He huffs as you walk back to the bedroom door. “That’s just mean.” You turn back to him as you open the door. “Awe did I make the little puppy upset? Come on, I’ll make breakfast.” 

“I don’t want to come with you.” He huffs. Your laughter echoes down the hall as you get further away. 

“Mark, heel.”

[dawninlatin]

We’re not getting a pet, love

Part of the Manorian Teacher AU

This was requested by @biaguiar11​. Sorry for taking so long, hope you like it:)

Words: 2307

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A/N: I would like to dedicate this fic to my cat, Chewbacca. Had you not been so adorable this morning, this piece of shit never would have existed. *tears up* I love you man<3<3

Also feel free to leave a comment, telling me what you think;)

«Come on!»

«No.»

«Manon, please.» Dorian tried his very best to make sad-puppy eyes at his girlfriend, pouting his lip, all of it to convince her that they simply had to get a cat.

«We’re not getting a cat, and if you send me one more GIF of cute kittens I will block you on all social media.» She was glaring at him from across the counter, and Dorian would be lying if he said it didn’t terrify him slightly.

They’d been having this discussion for weeks, but she wouldn’t budge. Dorian insisted that it was the natural step to take next in their relationship - they’d recently bought a house - and honestly, every home should have a cat.

Too bad Manon didn’t agree.

«But just imagine a teeny, tiny, adorable kitten curling up against you, with it’s tiny paws and tiny, little face.» The image was so adorable it made Dorian tear up a little.

Manon shook her head, giving him an annoyed look. «Kittens aren’t adorable. They’re cunning, vicious little creatures that will kill you in your sleep,» she said, shuddering.

«Don’t tell me the Manon Blackbeak is afraid of kittens?» 

«Pfft, I’m not afraid of kittens,» Manon claimed, but Dorian noticed the way she didn’t meet his eyes, the way she bit her lip. His girlfriend was many things, but a good liar was not one of them. 

Dorian was baffled. Even if he hated that word, it was the only way to truly describe how shocked he was at this admittance. She was the one who killed the spiders in their relationship, after all. «So getting a pet snake is fine with you, but you’re afraid of a cat?»

Last week, when they’d had the exact same argument, Manon had suggested that if he was so eager to get a pet, they could get a snake. He knew she’d said it just to shut him up, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he one day came home to them having a pet snake. The mere idea had him feeling a little sick. He’d told her as much then, but Manon had only grinned like a mad woman.

No way were they getting a snake.

«I’m done with this discussion,» was all she said before disappearing up the stairs.

Dorian wasn’t done though, and he stood up, trailing after her, all the way into their bedroom, where he found her putting away laundry. She always started cleaning when she was angry.

«Why can’t we get a cat?» he whined.

«I’m allergic,» she said, her words blunt. She didn’t even turn around to look at him, instead walking into the adjoining bathroom with a pile of clothes.

Flopping onto the bed, Dorian said, «We both know you’re not allergic.» He gave her a pointed stare as she reentered the room, stopping in the doorway.

«I just don’t understand why you absolutely have to get a cat.»

«I just don’t understand why you absolutely refuse to get a cat.» Dorian pouted once more, fluttering his eyelashes for extra effect.

Manon let out a long, annoyed sigh, but he knew her anger had faded based on the faint smile playing on her lips.

«Pets are a lot of work, Dorian. We’re busy enough as it is.»

This, at least, was an argument he had prepared for. «It isn’t. All you have to do is feed it twice a day, let it out when it has to pee and give it some love and attention. And you’re very good at the love and attention part!»

«But I have already decided that we’re not getting a cat.»

Turning so he lay on his stomach, he brought back the puppy eyes from earlier, and said, «But think of all the sad, lonely kittens at the animal shelter who doesn’t have anyone to love them…» Dorian pretended to wipe away a tear. Manon answered by giving him a deadly glare accompanied by her middle finger.

«Must you be so dramatic? I’m really dating a child…»

Dorian placed his head in his palms, kicking his legs just to further her point. «You love it when I’m dramatic.»

«I don’t,» Manon said, sitting down next to him.

«You do,» Dorian said, flicking her nose.

«Don’t boop me.»

«If we had a kitten I could boop them instead.»

Manon quickly stood up again, throwing her arms in the air as she let out a frustrated groan. «I’m not losing this argument!»

-

She had lost the argument.It was the only way to explain why she now found herself standing at the local animal shelter. 

Manon wanted to be mad, she really did, but Dorian was making it hard for her with his fawning over all the tiny, squeaking kittens.

«Oh, look at that one Manon. Isn’t it adorable?» 

No, they weren’t adorable, she wanted to say, eager to get it over with as soon as possible. They had come her straight after work, so she was tired, and hungry, and she didn’t even want to get a cat. This was all on Dorian.

But to be fair…he deserved this. Deserved to be happy. It was what had made her cave in the end, actually. 

Dorian had pouted his lips and made those puppy eyes for the billionth time and said, «Don’t you want me to be happy?» 

And truth be told…she would gladly endure a little ball of fur terrorizing their home if it meant the love of her life was happy.

Manon rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Living with Dorian had made her soft…

Sensing her discomfort, Dorian placed a hand on her lower back, drawing her closer. He pressed a light kiss on her head before his attention shifted back to the small demons. 

But Manon couldn’t stay in here for much longer. Animals in cages, even if they were well cared for, and only here for a short while, had always made her uncomfortable, and the hall was too dark, too cramped, the walls coming closer, and then there was the gods-damned smell. Was this smell supposed to take permanent residence in her house from now on? She had to get out, had to get air-

«I’m sorry,» she mumbled to Dorian before heading towards the heavy door at the end of the hall. She’d nearly made it when a tiny squeak made her stop. 

She crouched down and peered into the dark cage. In one of the corners, she could make out a tiny, pitch-black kitten taking her in with big, sad eyes.

«What’s wrong with this one?» she asked the middle aged woman that had shown them around.

«He’s a fighter, that one,» the woman said, giving Manon a grim smile. 

«Born much smaller than the rest of the litter, so his mother abandoned him. When he came to us, he was so weak we didn’t think he would survive, but he fought with teeth and claws, and now he’s as healthy as any other cat.» She looked proud of the little black cat. «He still keeps to himself though, won’t go near the other cats, as afraid as he is. I swear he is even terrified of his own shadow.»

Hearing these words, Manon felt something strange settle deep inside, and she hardly had time to think before she announced to the room; «We want this one.»

Dorian, who’d made his way over to her, looked at the kitten, then back at Manon, and grinned. «If you say so.»

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

-

This was a horrible idea.

When they’d first gotten home, the cat with them, Manon had gone straight to the shower, leaving Dorian to take care of it all.  

Once she emerged from the bathroom, nearly an hour later, Dorian was still sitting on the floor, and the cat was still inside the cardboard box they had carried him in. 

Apparently, Dorian had tried everything he could think of to coax the kitten out of his hiding spot, but he remained in the corner, curled up into a quivering ball. 

It wasn’t until he had spotted Manon, looking over the edge, that he had let out a high-pitched meow, making his way out of the box on stumbling feet.

«Him,» she tried explaining, pointing to Dorian, as the cat made his way towards her, «Go to him.» But the cat either didn’t understand, or he simply didn’t care, stopping right in front of her.

«I’m not your mother,» she told the creature, voice frantic. It was sitting on the floor, staring at her with big, yellow eyes. It blinked once, and Manon jumped off the floor.

«Okay, that cat is giving me the creeps, so I’ll leave you to it, I have work to do.» 

Dorian’s answering chuckle followed her into the kitchen, where she started making a much needed cup of coffee. She opened the cabinet and pulled out her favorite mug. The one shaped like a t-rex.

A yelp escaped her as she turned around to find the tiny, black kitten sitting right in front of her, head tilted slightly. «Holy sh-»

«I think he likes you,» Dorian said, appearing in the doorway. He was wearing his usual smug expression. 

«Nope, I can’t do it,» Manon said, taking a step forward. The cat followed, trailing her like a shadow. 

Deciding to distract him, Manon walked over to his bowls and stood there, waiting, until he began eating. Once she’d made sure he wouldn’t fall into his water bowl and drown, Manon hauled ass all the way to her study on the second floor, leaving Dorian with the horrid beast he had wanted so badly.

As the door shut behind her, she let out a sigh of relief. If the cat somehow managed to reach her now, she was moving out. He could just have the house.

Manon began to work, needing to plan her classes for tomorrow. She tried to focus on her task, but more often than not, her mind wandered off to what she was missing out on downstairs.

She truly didn’t care for the creature, but what if he was scared? Would he be able to settle in their home? He had been treated so horribly…had been so alone. Would he get the love and care he needed from them?

Cursing her boyfriend for putting her in this situation, Manon grabbed her laptop and dragged herself back down to the living room. 

What she didn’t expect to find was the house all quiet, Dorian sitting on the couch with a book, the cat nowhere to be seen. «Where is he?» she whispered carefully.

«Under the couch, sleeping. I think he likes dark corners.»

«Hm,» was all Manon said, sitting next to him. She opened her laptop once more and tried to focus on her work.

«Are you okay?» Dorian asked, and as she turned to look at him, she found concern softening his features.

She sighed. «Yes. I’ll get used to it…eventually.» She didn’t sound entirely convinced, but Dorian released a breath of relief.

«You know I love you, right?» Dorian asked, before standing up and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

«Yeah, and I love you,» she whispered back, pulling him down so his lips could meet hers.

As they broke apart, Dorian headed towards the stairs, announcing, «I’m taking a shower, won’t be long.»

Manon sunk further into the couch, fighting to stay awake. She just had to finish up her work-

A high-pitched meow interrupted her, and she looked down to find their cat trying to climb onto the couch, his claws imbedded deep into the fabric. «Not the couch,» Manon groaned softly, but there was no real reprimand in her voice. 

The kitten struggled to pull his tiny body onto the piece of furniture, and when he finally succeeded, Manon reached over to pet his little head. The movement felt awkward, but the cat’s eyes widened, and he quickly climbed onto Manon’s chest, before settling there, right over her heart. 

Manon’s whole body stiffened at first, nervous for what the beast would do next, but he only began purring, pressing his small paws against her chest. «Fine,» Manon whispered, giving in at last. She placed her laptop on the table, simply letting herself relax.

She began stroking him, and he answered by purring even louder.

«What a big day you must’ve had,» Manon said to the small cat. «I can’t imagine how scary it must be to move into such a big house with two strangers.»

He probably couldn’t understand her, but she kept going anyway.

«This is your home from now on. We’ll give you love and care, and I promise we won’t abandon you.» The kitten looked at her with those big eyes of his, meowing once. It made Manon’s heart feel all warm and fuzzy.

«We need to give you a name, too. Dorian wanted Batman, you know, since you’re all black, but one, that is the most uncreative, unoriginal name I have ever heard, and two, all the other cats will bully you for it, and we can’t have any of that, can we?» She gave him a serious look. «So I refused, you can thank me later.»

But Batman or not, the cat still needed a name. Manon searched her memory for anything that could fit. It had to be unique, and badass, and- 

«Abraxos.»

The cat lifted his head, staring at her.

«Your name is Abraxos,» Manon decided, marveling at how right it felt.

After that, he settled down, curling into a ball once more. Before Manon knew it, Abraxos was asleep, and at the small, warm weight on her chest, at the sound of him snoring softly, Manon smiled, knowing she already loved this cat very, very much.

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oh boy i think i need a follow up piece to the ovulation prompt where peggy is pregnant and steve is equal parts turned on and overprotective

This is SO long overdue. I am so sorry, ya’ll I’m slowly working on it!!

there is smut in here, just be warned.

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Pregnant.

That’s what the stick had said - to be precise, the pee stick that Steve had found in the trash when he was cleaning the bathroom. That’s what had taken Peggy so long this morning, then. No wonder she seemed a bit more uptight when she left for work this morning.

Did she know? 

Was she going to tell him?

Part of Steve wanted to call his wife right then and there, demand to know about her being pregnant, but he also knew Peggy. Peggy would tell him when she wanted to. In the meantime, he just had to wait.

And patience, while a virtue, was not part of his vocabulary.

“Steve? What’s that smell?” is how Peggy greeted him when she came home later. Her hand covered her nose, the other waving it in front of his face. “Since when do you like broccoli or Brussel Sprouts?”

Turning on his heel, he turned to look at her, shifting the pot off of the burner to let their dinner simmer. Peggy looked okay. She looked normal. He knew she would not even be showing right now, but he still expected a belly, swollen feet, something. Nothing. She looked just as she left this morning, just with a more disgusted look on her face from the smell of the broccoli. 

“Oh, uh dinner?” He questioned, shrugging his shoulders. “Since it’s cheaper at the market. Made us turkey too.”

Peggy’s lips pursed in question but by then, Steve had turned his back on her to finish their meal. In truth, he’d spent hours researching about her being pregnant. What food was best for her, what vitamins she needed to wait, what to expect? It made him terrified to think she was pregnant. He was going to be a father. 

And she still had yet to tell him.

The idea of Peggy growing a belly had...stirred something in him. Something deep in his chest that made him want to both purr and growl, to claim his wife over and over on every surface of the apartment again. She might not be immediate delicate now, but he had to be careful. That meant even with sex. 

--

However it smelled, dinner was good. She skipped out on wine, Steve noted, stuck to her evening tea. He’d have to stock up on ginger tea and licorice for nausea that’s to come. How early would morning sickness set in? He should look that up. 

“Steve, darling, are you done?” 

Peggy’s voice echoed in the bathroom, where Steve had been standing on his phone for the last twenty minutes. He blinked and rubbed at his face, slowly exiting the shower with his clothed half pulled on.

“Took you long enough,” Peggy mused, laid out in the bed, her hand moving underneath the blanket. As her head dipped back, Steve felt the phone slip from his hold, watching the way her face flushed. He knew exactly what those hands were doing. “I thought you’d drowned in there.”

“Coulda rescued me,” he mumbled, kicking his phone aside and tearing his clothes off. “You like playin’ the hero.”

He crawled under the covers and hovered over Peggy’s frame. The serum allowed him to see well under the covers, watching her fingers disappear between her legs. This close he could smell her, this close he knew she was pregnant. 

Her scent had shifted, to something more primal. Sweet, but musky, something that felt like...his, no, theirs. 

A shudder ran down his spine at the thought, his cock throbbing between his legs at the idea that growing inside of her was their child. 

The thought, however arousing, also terrified him. She was pregnant. What if he hurt her? By accident? What if he laid down on her, thrust too hard? What if he hurt their child? The thoughts terrified him, his blood running cold on the idea that he could cause her or their unborn child pain.

“Hey, you.” 

Peggy’s hand stopped moving as she spoke, slowly pulling away to leave a glossy trail along her thighs. She cupped Steve’s stubbly face, dragging her wet fingers across his lips. Smelling it just made the arousing and terrifying thoughts increase. 

“What are you thinking about, Stevie? What’s wrong?”

This time, when he didn’t take the bate, the blankets pulled back for them to look at one another. Her hazel eyes searched his, trying to read through the mask he wore. She just sighed when Steve shook his head.

“Sorry, got caught up in my head.”

There was a reason she wasn’t telling him she was pregnant. He wouldn’t force her hand. He just had to ignore those dangerous thoughts.

To prove a point that he was okay, Steve dropped himself between her legs. He was almost tender in his touch despite how he knew she liked it rough, lifting her legs over his shoulders. She tried to get him to be rougher, legs squeezing around his head, thrusting her hips towards his mouth. He didn’t take the bait.

Instead, Steve lovingly ate Peggy out. His tongue pressed deep inside her warmth. Her heat, walls throbbing around his tongue. He batted her hands away, holding onto her thighs tighter. Her sweet moans and hips thrusting made him moan, vibrating inside of her. He loved her. Christ, he loved her.

They were going to have a child together.

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“Darling?” 

Steve picked his head up from where he’d been reading the newspaper, feeling Peggy’s eyes on him from the other side of the table. “Yeah?”

Peggy bit her bottom lip, a sign that she was worrying over something. There was plenty to worry about, Steve noted. Her being pregnant, her health, her job, pregnancy, the apartment, the leaking faucet, their cat, oh, and her being pregnant.

“I couldn’t help but notice the other night…” She sighed and let her shoulders drop slightly. “Well, I couldn’t help but notice how gentle you were. As if...you holding back.”

She looked at him with wide, questionable eyes, not wanting to finish the sentence, not wanting to hurt his pride. 

Steve sighed, closing his eyes for a long second. It’s been a few days since he found the positive pregnancy test and their first night together. He had been gentle. He’d taken his time eating her out, he’d fucked her as he did when they got married, sweet and gentle. And she was worried about him? About her? 

Fuck. 

“I know,” he finally said, dropping his hands from his hair and looking straight at her. Her lips had pursed, but not changed. “I know you’re pregnant.”

Peggy was quiet, staring at Steve before her eyes watered. He looked at her in alarm when she burst into tears, standing up abruptly and sending the chair flying. He ran around to her and dropped to his knees, cupping her face.

“Peggy, hey, hey, what’s wrong? Darling, talk to me.”

The worst thoughts ran through his head. She was hurt. She didn’t tell him. He could never think she had cheated either but that anxiety made him start to consider it. Until she threw herself at him, knocking them both to the floor. He instantly caught her, burying his face into her neck.

“I am so sorry, Steve,” Peggy hiccuped, pulling away to try to clean her face. “I-I was going to tell you, darling. I was! I just...just...wanted to be sure. You know those tests, they’re finicky. I didn’t want to give you false hope.”

It was Steve’s turn to cry, the tears burning his eyes. He pulled Peggy closer, if at all possible, and kissed her. A soft, loving kiss to her lips.

“Peggy, darling… I love you. Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

He felt such relief, a fierce sense that made him dizzy. She was pregnant and it was theirs.

“No, no I lied to you. I didn’t tell you, and you deserved to know, and…” She was silenced by Steve’s kiss, her arms tightening around his head. 

“You were just trying to look after me, Pegs. I...I’m just so relieved, you never cry and when you...did, I got worried.” His face flushed as she pulled back, hand gripping her waist. “You’re pregnant. We’re pregnant.”

They were pregnant. They were together and having a child together. A child! Crushing Peggy’s lips against his, Steve’s hips rose on their own accord. She responded by forcing her hips down, right onto the growing bulge. 

“You m-minx,” she teased, cleaning her face up. “Are you aroused from the idea of me being pregnant?”

“Pegs, I’m always aroused because of you.”

Her lips curled into a smile, reaching down to adjust their pants. Meaning she popped open his pajama pants and pulled her own to the side. There was little hesitation as she lowered herself onto his cock, both gasping and holding onto one another at the beautiful pressure and being filled to the brim.

Steve’s mouth hung open, head was thrown back, and moaning. He wanted to be careful, he had to be careful, but he had to fill her. Fuck her. Claim her from the inside out. He gripped at her waist, hard enough to leave bruises as he thrust his hips into her. She responded rightfully by bringing her hips down, squeezing her walls around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling her nails bite into his chest. “Pegs, I-I don’t wanna hurt you…”

Opening his eyes, he saw how she stared down at him. Pupils are blown, full of lust and need, not caring if he did somehow hurt her. He could read the thoughts on her face - he was being utterly ridiculous.

“Steven, if you do not breed me right this second, I will be forced to claim what is mine. And the last we need is to break another bed because I tied you to the headboard.”

What the lady wants, the lady gets. She knew just how to edge him on. Gripping her waist tightly and thrusting his cock inside of her. He could just see how her cunt clung to his cock, soaking him. She felt just like heaven, squeezing around him in all the right spots. Each rock of his hips caused her to rock down, dragging beautiful sounds from her lips right on the kitchen floor.

Peggy’s tits bounced in his face, causing him to reach out to grab them. Hold them in his fingers, gently pulling on her nipples as he let the force of his hips to cause them to bounce. Her screeches were damn well going to call the cops called on them, but fuck it be worth it.

“Steven! Steven, please!” Her nails bit into his chest, leaving red marks behind.

Steve’s eyes squeezed shut at the familiar burning inside of his gut. Peggy was pregnant. She was pregnant with their child. Their growing baby was inside of her. Caused by him. By them. By doing this very thing on the floor. The idea of her belly growing, her tits filling out with milk. Her scent was intoxicating already, further along in the pregnancy was going to drive him insane.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The curses snarled from his lips as he replaced his hands on her tits to her waist, practically bouncing her up and down. Peggy’s jagged moans filled his head as his balls tightened. The final strike had been her walls squeezing around him.

He couldn’t stop the wild thrusts of his hips, bouncing her wildly off of him and nearly throwing her off in session as the orgasm wracked his entire being. His face tensed, body shuddered as he came, painting her velvet walls with his cum.

She instantly collapsed into him, breathing hard and kissing his jawline lazily. His hand tightened in her hair, kissing her temple.

“We’re pregnant,” he breathed, closing his eyes as wary, relieving exhaustion washed over him. He kissed her head, shuddering on the floor.

“We’re pregnant,” Peggy confirmed. “But we need to get off the kitchen floor - the plumber will be here later today to look at the faucet.”

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