#and like ‘oh Im a pet >_<‘ And grumpy about it

[sharkbitten-sailor]

forsaken survivors x cat!reader - headcanons .ᐟ

a/n: not sure if i messed up anything due to lack of experience in writing. plus, english is not my native language, so im sorry for any grammar or spelling errors!

general hcs - you have all the charming features of a cat - a tail that sways when you're curious, ears that twitch at every little sound, and, of course, the softest paws imaginable! - oh, and you have some cat-like traits too. man, how are you so adaptable and flexible? you can literally slip through the thinnest corner ever or loop the killer without getting hit. not even once. - basically liquid at this point/hj - whether it’s scratching at walls or leaving marks on a killer who got too close, your claws are a force to be reckoned with. or simply you get bored :p - you have a favorite hiding spot and get grumpy when someone else takes it/ref - you rarely purr, mostly just hiss at everyone in sight lol unless they’re your absolute favorite.

noob - at first, noob don't quite know how to feel about you. they’re both fascinated by your unique traits and a little anxious, unsure of how to approach you. - it takes them time to warm up, but once they do, they find your presence incredibly soothing. probably because you remind them of their old pet cat, tac. - just having you around helps them feel less overwhelmed. - as a cat owner, they know a few tricks to help you relax: scratching your cheeks, rubbing your ears… but the only issue? they don’t have enough confidence to do it. - still, they did try to groom you once. you looked so peaceful that their face turned red like a berry. total flustered mess. - they have a habit of asking you the most unexpected things out of nowhere. “d-do you like b-boxy cola...?” “w-what about... salty food...?” - it’s their way of making conversation, even if it’s awkward at first. - one time, it was just the two of you left, and noob was completely overwhelmed by anxiety to the point that their figure trembled constantly. - without a word, you nudged them gently. that small act alone made their worries fade almost instantly. it melted their heart in a way they didn’t expect. - you see them as a premium napping spot. no words, no hesitation; you just stroll up, plop down next to them and sleep. - noob's honest reaction: OVERHEATING. brain blue-screening. - the argue to pat those small lil' ears of yours when you're sleeping ughhh >>>>

007n7 - he assumes you’ll steer clear once you learn about his past, just like everyone else. but you? you dgaf. the past is the past, and that’s that. - he’s caught off guard by that attitude of yours, almost unsure of how to react. - is this… genuine? the fact that you don’t just tolerate his presence; you actually seem to enjoy it leaves him a little stunned. and, maybe, a sense of happiness. - sometimes, 007n7 catches himself watching you, wondering how you can be so carefree in this ever-lasting hell. - secretly impresses by how fearless you look when looping the killer. you made it seem way too easy. - adores every moment when you try to mimic his clones. it makes him remember about the old time, in a good way. - after every match, you make it a habit to sit beside him during breaks. no hesitation, no awkwardness. just quiet companionship. - if elliot or others don't take care of his injuries, you do, calmly patching him up without a trace of discomfort. - he learns (the hard way) that you have a habit of affectionate arm-biting. whether he likes it or not, he’s your favorite target, and there’s no escaping it😇 - but hey, at least you do knead him sometimes :D especially his burger-hat. - he finds it both silly and calm to hear your soft purrs. something about them just sounds like honey: smooth, warm, comforting. - somehow, being around you helps. both in and outside the rounds. you've kind of become his metal life support at this point. - he asks if he can pat your ears, and you nod. the moment his hand touches them, he's stunned by how soft they are. a second later, realization hits. his face turns bright red as he quickly pulls away, completely flustered </3 - overall, 10/10.

shedletsky - a cat person meets a cat? what do you expect? chaos? check. instant best buddies? double check. - it takes no time at all for you two to bond. something about your energy just clicks with his. - he finds endless joy in teasing you, not caring if you hiss at him in response. in fact, he lives for it. - flicking your ears just to see your reaction/ref - he’s a menace who constantly pats your head just to get a reaction. always ends up with bite marks and scratches. - but does he stop? absolutely not. - your best revenge? stealing his precious fried chickens. he gets annoyed so bad. "you little gremlin- put that down!" - no matter how serious things get, one way or another, you and shedletsky always make it worse in the best way possible. - likes to stay close to you during rounds. either to guard you (cuz you're too curious and reckless for your own good) or to show off his sword skills. it's kinda awesome until he misses the stun. "oops, my bad. time to run!" - since there isn't enough room, when it's your turn to sleep on the couch or floor, he usually offers you his sleeping spot. (or, y'know… you just end up sleeping together :p) - gives off total 'one dares to think, one dares to try' duo energy. he cooks, you eat. you distract, he stuns. - actually enjoys when you knead on him. it's pretty soothing. - attempted to touch your paws once… and yeah, never again. the sacred toe beans remain off-limits. - little do you know, your presence alone is one of many thing that push him forward.

guest 1337 - dang. how hard is it to write for this guy bruh - when you first got kidnapped here, he was the most wary of you, more than anyone else. even when shedletsky took a quick liking to you. - can't blame him though. he've been through a freaking war himself. - might take quite long (like forever) to earn his trust. - it starts small: offering him a boxy cola (which he side-eyes but still drink) or a medkit, sticking around even when he insists he doesn’t need help. then, saving him more times than you can count by alerting him when the killer is near (thanks to your sharp senses), buying both of you some precious seconds to escape. - slowly, he starts seeing something, rather someone familiar in you, none other than his daughter - it's when your relationship with him takes another path. - he's already someone who puts others before himself, but with you, it's even 'worse'. you might have 9 lives, but he refuses to let you waste even one. - he tends to walk straight to you when the round has just started. something about the thought of you wandering alone doesn’t sit right with him. - he's ready to take the hits, insisting he's fine no matter how battered he gets. you have to threaten to bite him if he doesn't take a break. - doesn't make a difference if you have sharp senses of a cat, you are still a curious lil' goofball creature. guest 1337 has to pull you out of those mess you made + lecture you the n+1th time to not touch john doe's spikes or 1x1x1x1's minions. - he doesn’t trust you around his food. rightfully so. the number of times you've swiped a meal off his plate just to annoy him is unreal. - "unbelievable," he mutters while grabbing it back. - gives you a pat as a way of saying "good job," though it's not something he does often.

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or else what? —hueningkai x fem!reader | enemies to enemies with benefits(?). NSFW/MDNI!

cw. mean dom!kai, reader and kai are mean to each other, feat. soob and yj and their partners for a very short amount of time (not in smut part tho), camping, reader is a type A boss bitch kinda person, mentions of rain, kissing, hair pulling, mean names (slut, stupid, dumb, loser), pet names (baby), sex, light restraining, ruined orgasms, biting, nipple play, some dacryphilia, maybe a lil bit of publicness? (theyre at a campsite but implied no one else can hear anything), creampie, reader is embarrassed that she did stuff w kai and tells him, reader has a dog, reader is good at video games, chubby!reader implied, lmk if i missed anything! notes. im usually not one for mean stuff, im way more of a softie, so i tried something new but im quite nervous about it. oh! and this is based off a thought i posted the other week. lmk what ya think ;) smut under cut. wc. 4.1K

“Why are you being nice to him?” You snap at your dog who is currently greeting your friends at your front door. Normally, you wouldn’t mind, of course, but they have taken a particular liking for Kai. Apparently, you’re the only person in the world that hates him. Kai that is. The constant laughing, the sickeningly sweet optimism, and his sheer humility—it all screams fake to you.

You hate every little thing about him and he hates you right back. The way you disagree with everything he says just because, how you’re always pointing out when he’s wrong, how you seem to be depressingly pessimistic. You put up with each other for the sake of your friends—not everyone in every friend group has to get along, right? 

“Nice to see you too.”

“Someone separate them please?” Soobin asks. “I can’t deal with another argument right now.” He rubs his temple out of caution.

Everyone’s over for a game night—Soobin, his partner, River, as well as Yeonjun, and your best friend, Sage, who has been in an on-again-off-again relationship with him since they met. Right now, they’re off, but definitely still friendly. 

“How about some Smash Bros?”

“No,” you say to Kai. “Mario Kart.” 

“River and I have been talking about playing Smash Bros all day.”

“Not my problem.”

“How about we take a vote?” He suggests. You reluctantly agree, watching as you’re the only one that raises your hand to play Mario Kart before you glare at Sage, guilting them into voting for it too. Regardless of their vote, though, it’s still four against two. Kai sticks out his tongue at you just to rub it in your face. God, you hate it when he wins. 

“Maybe you should stop pouting,” Sage says, nudging your shoulder. “Beat him in the next round. You know you’re better than anyone here.” You take the opportunity to easily—and quickly—beat Kai in a one-on-one match. Now it’s his turn to pout while he grabs a snack. 

Luckily, everyone makes it through the night without any blood or tears shed but when the group’s annual camping trip comes up, the cold weather mixed with the prolonged close proximity to people leads to a grumpy Kai arguing with an even grumpier you. 

The reason behind the initial argument is long forgotten—you’re seemingly arguing over anything and everything from you stopping too often to take pictures to him taking sips from your water bottle, which he insists was an accident. Everyone’s keeping you two as far apart from each other as possible, with him leading the pack and you bringing up the rear. 

“It looks like it’s gonna rain soon,” River points out. “We should probably set up camp.” Everyone agrees, setting sights for the campsite. 

“What do you think about this spot over here, Sage?” You ask but are immediately answered with the guiltiest look from them, eyes glancing between you and Yeonjun. “Don’t tell me.” You roll your eyes for what feels like the millionth time that day. “You’re back together?” You ask quietly.

“Please don’t be mad,” they say. “It’s going really well this time.” 

“I didn’t bring another tent.” 

“Kai’s tent is huge,” Sage says, loud enough for Kai to hear, as if they’re making a suggestion to him. “Can she stay with you?” 

“I thought Yeonjun was sleeping in my tent.” 

“I was gonna stay in Sage’s,” Yeonjun responds, with an attempted wink. Everyone looks between each other, dodging each other’s eyes, no one wanting to give in. Everyone’s desperate to stay with their partners but you and Kai are desperate to not spend a single second alone together. Soobin and River won’t budge. Sage’s pleading eyes looking at you added to the pleading eyes Yeonjun sends Kai, you look at each other before he finally agrees—

“Fine,” Kai says, dropping the poles to the ground. “You gotta finish setting it up though. I’m gonna go get some water and refill the cooler with ice,” he says, leaving you with an impossible task. There’s a reason you didn’t bring your own tent.

Struggling with the tent for at least thirty minutes, it’s even less put together than when Kai turned the task over to you. The two couples have snuggled into their tents for the night and the drizzle is quickly turning into a downpour. Soaked, cold, and annoyed, Kai’s making his way back to you, anger etched all over his face when he doesn’t have a dry tent to walk into. 

“Do you not know how to put a tent up?”

“No, actually I don’t.”

“I could’ve set up three tents by now,” he says, but doesn’t have time to be much madder—he’s gotta get a roof over his own head. Without speaking, he takes over completely, getting it up in about ten minutes. It would’ve been quicker if he didn’t have to work in the rain. 

Settling in, you try to dry the parts of the interior that got wet from the rain, but it doesn’t help much. He peels off his now-soaked shirt and searches for a dry one. 

“Ah, that was my last t-shirt.”

“I’m sorry. I tried—”

“I don’t care,” he stops you, holding his hand up.

Falling silent, you change the subject, “What took you so long anyway?”

“I was talking to someone at the ice machine for a while,” he says matter-of-factly, holding up his laptop. “Wanna watch a movie before bed?” 

“No.” You lay your head on the stupid camping pillow hoping for some rest. But your plan is disrupted by the blaring trumpets of a movie intro. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Watching a movie.” 

“Turn it off.” 

“I didn’t ask for permission to watch it,” he points out. “I asked if you wanted to join me.”

“Isn’t it gonna bother the other campers?”

“Doubt they can hear it.”

Frustrated, you roll over and cover your ears. You thought you could sleep through anything, especially with the rain pouring outside, but you were wrong. Eventually, you give up, throwing your pillow down and slamming his laptop shut.

“What are you doing? You asshole—” he snaps, glaring at you. 

“Me? You’re the ass for not letting me sleep,” you fire back, narrowing your eyes. 

“I wasn’t supposed to have you in here anyway,” he mutters. 

“I’m not an asshole,” you say defensively.

“Yes, you are,” he spits. “You always have to have it your way.”

“I’m not having this argument with you,” you say, turning away and trying to block out his escalating anger. You pull the thin camping blanket over your head, desperate for some peace.

He huffs, clearly frustrated, but you ignore it. The sound of rain tapping against the tent becomes your only solace. Minutes pass in silence, each second stretching longer than the last. You can feel his restless energy beside you, the tension almost palpable.

“I can't believe you. You're so annoying,” he says. 

You simply lay there, trying to block out the muttering under his breath. The stickiness of the damp sleeping bags and the cold camping pillow are ridiculously uncomfortable.

Remembering the clean, dry blankets you have stored in the trunk of your car for emergencies and you get up to grab them silently, ignoring his insults. Returning with them, his eyes light up and he asks, “Where did you get those?”

“My car,” you answer nonchalantly, setting up your new bed. You try to salvage what you can of the sleeping bag to have some kind of barrier between the damp tent floor and your blanket, but it’s not perfect. Eventually settling on the makeshift bed, you can feel Kai staring at you through your closed eyelids. “Can I help you?” You ask without opening them.

“Aren’t you gonna share those with me?”

“Why would I?”

“You’re the one that got our other blankets and the tent all wet.” 

“Not my fault you didn’t bring back-up.”

He exasperates, clearly done with you and all your…what does he call it? Selfish nonsense? “I can’t believe I have to share a tent with you. And you get it all wet in here and won’t even share the dry blankets with me?” 

“You think I'm happy about this either?" Your arms flail before you go on one of your famous rants. “I don’t even like camping but I come along with Sage because they’re my best friend and I was looking forward to spending time alone with them to talk but because they decided to start fucking Yeonjun again I have to sleep in a tent with you, which you make me put together even though I don’t know how to put it together so its disgusting in here and you expect me to share my blankets with you? You’re never nice to me why the fuck would I share them with you? You’re always making me look like a bitch in front of everyone when I know you’re just—”

Kai suddenly yanks you by your elbow and says, “Would you please just shut up?” 

Seeing him this mad…you don’t know if he’s ever looked like this. Red in the face, eyebrows furrowed, not to mention he’s still shirtless since all his clothes are soaked. You look over his body—you’ve never seen him before—and you realize just how muscular he is. Broad-shouldered, defined pecs and ripples in his arms, particularly the one gripping you so harshly. 

You smirk at him before saying, “Make me." Looking over your face, he doesn’t know what comes over him. Maybe it's anger or frustration or the ambiance from the sound of rain against the tent and the small camping lamp, but he can’t help it. 

Crashing his lips into yours, you’re taken by surprise. You feel the power his plush lips give off, but only for a second before you push him off. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

“I don’t–I don’t know, I, uh…” He stutters, trying to find something—anything—to say, but no luck. Looking at each other, something clicks like we need to have each other now. 

You pull him to you by cupping his cheeks and crashing your lips into his quickly, eagerly, desperately. Hands in his hair, his on your hips, he squeezes your chubby thighs, wanting more, but—

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s happening? You and I are making out?” He asks, shock etched across his face as his eyebrows furrow. 

“Well, not anymore.” You look at him confused. “Did you forget you’re the one that kissed me first?”

“That was just so you’d shut up.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want me. I see you staring at my tits all the time.” You smirk at him and his eyes shift, admitting guilt. Realization hits you. “...Is that why you’re such an ass to me? Because you’re sexually frustrated whenever you’re around me? Do you…like me?”

“No,” he says defensively. “I hate you actually. You’re so annoying.” He rolls his eyes. “But the most annoying part about you is how much I wanna fuck you.” Your eyes widen, but a smile slowly spreads across his face before he asks, “Is that why you’re such an ass to me?” Leaning in closer, he examines your face, looking for any sign of weakness. “It is, isn’t it?” You shake your head. “Say it.” 

“Kai.”

“I wanna hear you say you want me.”

The quickest, most disingenuous, “I want you,” comes out of your mouth. Did you really just say that? It’s not like you haven’t noticed how handsome he’d gotten recently, but it’s also not like you’ve ever thought about doing anything. Before tonight, the thought of him even touching you made your skin crawl. But right now, you don’t think you’ve ever wanted anyone more. Reaching for him, you add, “Now shut up and fuck me.” 

Still shirtless from when he peeled off the wet fabric a few minutes ago, he tugs at the hem of your tank top. Slipping it off you, his eyebrows raise at your bare chest—full and needing to be squeezed, which he does immediately. Your nipples perky and hard from arousal and the cool air are simply begging to be sucked. His warm, welcoming and wet lips wrapped around one elicit a sound from you that you hope is covered by the rain outside. 

The others would never let you live it down if they heard you two fucking. 

Mouths all over—his on your nipples and your collarbone, yours on his mouth and his shoulders—it’s a whirlwind of kisses and pure lust. 

“I hate you,” you murmur, adding a nice hair tug for good measure. 

“I hate you too,” he responds. “So much.” The tent, damp from the rain and hot breath warms you up, skin slick with a sheen of sweat. Sleeping bags and blankets ruffle underneath your bodies as you rush to undress each other fully. “You’re so fucking stupid,” he says against your ear. “Don’t even know how to put up a tent. Need my help for everything?”

“You’ve never been any help to me,” you respond. “Plus, we wouldn’t have gotten rained on so much if you didn’t get lost leading everyone. Need your phone for everything? Can’t even handle one short hike? Good for nothing,” you spit. “Except…you’re kind of a good kisser.”

“Wish I could say the same about you.”

“Don’t lie,” you smirk. “I’m an incredible kisser.” He may roll his eyes but he heads straight back for more. “But you’re taking too long. Hurry up,” you say between kisses. Grazing his hand down your hip, he slides two fingers between your pussy lips and—

“You’re that wet for me and I’ve barely even touched you? Desperate slut.” You grab his cock, making him jerk forward, his mouth dropping open.

“You’re already that hard and I’ve barely even touched you? Horny loser.” Without warning, he lines himself up at your entrance and shoves his cock inside you, forcing a yelp from your throat.

Covering your mouth, he leans down, gracing his lips over your earlobe before whispering, “You never shut the fuck up, do you?” And he’s relentless. Fucking you fast and hard, whispering mean, dirty shit in your ear, shivers rolling down your spine at every syllable. “You don’t deserve to feel this good.”

“And you think you deserve this pussy?” You fire right back. Although, he does seem to be winning with the sheer amount of moaning coming from your mouth compared to his controlled sounds and expert movements. You try your best to compose yourself before saying, “A dumb fuck like you doesn’t deserve to even touch my skin.”

“Is that why you gasp when I pinch your nipples?” He asks. You narrow your eyes at him. But he definitely proves himself right. Rolling your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb, basking in the chills it gives you, clearly sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body. You reach to touch his broad chest but he stops you. “Nuh-uh. Hands to yourself,” he says, gripping your wrists harshly and pinning them to the ground. 

Suddenly, you’ve never wanted to touch someone more in your life. The way his skin glistens, muscles looking so strong, a bead of sweat drips between his pecs and you swear you clit twitches. Honestly, you’re in shock. What do you usually do with your hands? Since when has he been like this? An absolute slut? A mean slut at that. But you love it. 

Your hands stay at your side after he moves to squeeze your body again but you can’t help but reach up—you’re desperate to touch him. He halts, lifting his fingers off your tits. 

“Every time you try to touch me without permission, I’ll stop touching you,” he says. You surrender, putting your hands under your back. “Good girl.”

Fuck. That felt nice too. Being degraded is one thing, but getting rewarded for following directions? That’s delicious. Heat rushes to your ears. 

“Please—”

“Ah,” he places his pointer finger over your lips. “I told you to shut up, didn’t I?” You make a show of keeping your mouth closed. “You learn so fast, hm?” You smile—a genuine giddy smile. “So cute,” he whispers, placing a thumb on your clit, circling it gently. 

But when a weak little, “Fuck,” slips out of your mouth, he stops.

“Did I say you could speak?” You shake your head. Running a thumb across the apple of your cheek, he gives you a look somewhere between my pathetic little slut and you’re being such a good girl for me. 

Keeping your mouth shut, your body is in complete bliss, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure his cock and hands are giving you. You’re positively drunk on his cock, letting him do whatever he wants to you—touch you here, lick and bite you there, kiss on this, suck on that—not only to be his good little slut, but because it feels fucking incredible. He knows what he’s doing, you’ll give him that. 

Then you feel it, your orgasm is slowly approaching, every move he makes pushes you closer and closer to the edge. And he knows it. The little whimpers you make, trying to hold back. The twitches your clit makes. The pulses of your pussy. 

“Aw,” he starts condescendingly. “Is my good little slut gonna come for me?” You nod rapidly, being sure to keep your mouth shut and movements under control. The last thing you want right now is a punishment. Or maybe it’s the thing you want most? The lines are too blurred to tell. “Say it.”

You can barely mumble it, but you manage to croak out, “You’re gonna make me come, Kai.”

“Good girl.” He doesn’t change a single thing. It creeps closer and closer until you can feel your body start to tip over. And then he does something…expected? Surprising? Honestly, you’re not so sure anymore. He stops, your orgasm so close to crashing over you, ruined by this son of a bitch. 

Tears form in your eyes. Was he really doing this to you? This annoying, stupid fucking jerk you’ve hated for years making you cry over his cock? 

“That’s for being such a goddamn nuisance since the day I met you.” 

What do you do now? Be a jerk to him? Overpower him and pin him down? Sit there like a hole needing to be fucked? You decide to go for the last option, hoping he’ll make you come as fast as he can. Although, truthfully, you feel like one swipe across your clit would make you finish you at this point. 

“Tell me you don’t deserve me.” You keep your mouth shut. Gently wrapping his fingers around your throat, you stare at his eyes. He chuckles like he’s proud of you before he says, “You may speak.” 

“I don’t deserve you.” He squeezes harder, almost like he’s saying that’s not enough. “I don’t deserve to feel this good. I don’t deserve your cock. I don’t deserve…anything.” 

“Good girl.” He loosens his grip around your throat. He’s done with his fun now. The ache in both of your bodies is getting unbearable and he’s determined to make you come first. Which he supposes he already did, despite ruining it for you. But he’s gotta get you back to that place before he gets there first.

Returning to the hard and fast pace of fucking you like he was a few minutes ago, his cock slams in and out and out of your pussy, ripples running down your thighs, ass, tits, everywhere. He stares in awe of your perfect tits bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts. 

Your mouth opens and closes like you want to say something, but if you speak without permission, he may stop. You decide to take a chance anyway. 

“Kai…” you squeak out through the rough movements. He responds with a sweet yet sinister smile that says you may speak. “You are gonna let me come, right?”

His eyebrows furrow, face full of pity. He asks, “You think I should?”

“You better or I’ll…” You trail off.

“You’ll what?” He stops moving, therefore earning a pathetic whine from you, trying to protest without words. “What are you gonna do to me?”

Now what’s a good punishment for him? Clearly, he’s used to being the one punishing his sexual partners—you wonder how his other subs have dealt with him being a jerk. You don’t want to overpower him like you thought you did. There’s something about being pinned down like this, letting him do whatever he wants, not having to move an inch. You’re such a powerful woman everywhere else—the type A personality type, which you admit can get overwhelmingly exhausting. 

Letting someone take full control over you like this—it’s relaxing. You wonder how much he’s enjoying himself but you notice the way his eyes flutter when you simply tighten your pussy around his cock, how he hasn’t stopped touching you since you finally let him, hell, he kissed you first. Of course he’s enjoying this. And bingo—you’ve got just enough control to get what you want. 

“I’ll never let you fuck me like this again.” 

Narrowing his eyes at you, it's like he knows that you caught him in the act of something. Cocking his head to the side, he asks, “We can’t let that happen, now can we?”

Somehow, the energy shifts to be even more desperate. Taking out years and years of frustration from hating each other while simultaneously wanting to have sex. Fucking as fast as your bodies will let you, the tent fills with the absolutely obscene noises coming from your mouths. The only reason you aren’t holding back is because the rain beating against the plastic tent and the occasional thunder thankfully covers most of it. 

When one of his thumbs finds your clit, you feel like you’re floating. The air falls out of your lungs, pleasure taking over your body as you relax into your orgasm. You’re drunk, high on his cock and the only thing you’re seeing are stars and that stupid smirk plastered across his face. It rips through your body like lightning, shooting out your toes and fingertips. 

“Talk to me,” he says breathlessly in your ear. But you can’t. You can only manage strangled noises to let him know you’re having an incredible orgasm. 

Coming down from your high, though, you finally say, “Fuck, that felt so good.” 

“Tell me how good.”

“You made me feel so…so fucking good, Kai,” you say, shaking your head, unsure of what else to tell him. Call it post-nut clarity, but why the hell were you having sex with him again? Honestly, who cares? He’s actually pretty hot and he’s damn good at this too. What happens after this? Enemies with benefits? Never mention it again? You make a note to come back to this with him later. But right now, you need to get to the matter at hand. “Why don’t you tell me how good I feel?”

“Oh baby, you feel so good,” he says. “Your pussy might be the only thing I like about you.” He chuckles, his mouth dropping open, undeniably close to his own orgasm. “Well, maybe your pussy and your tits.” Burying his face between them, he bites down on the plush, groaning against your skin. 

“I need you to come inside me, Kai. Please.” 

“Keep talking to me like that.”

And you do. Giving him praise, touching him in all the right places, putting on a show for him. With a few final thrusts, he groans, whispering something you don’t catch, but you feel it. Him coming inside you with a sexy groan, covering your chest in the sloppiest of kisses and bites. 

Catching his breath, he whispers breathlessly, “Damn. That was good.” Sliding out of you, an awkwardness catches up with the two of you. You push yourself up on your elbows, attempting to gather your thoughts. His eyes are still dark with desire as he looks at you with a satisfied smirk. 

“Listen,” you say, covering your chest with your blanket. “This can’t happen again.” His smile drops.

“What?”

“The fact that we did that,” you gesture between the two of you, “never leaves this tent, you hear me?” Cocking his head to the side, he nods awkwardly. “No one can find out about this. God, I’d be so embarrassed. Let’s just…get some sleep.” 

Did you forget about what he said?

Or I’ll never let you fuck my like this again. Using that as a threat if he didn’t let you come meant you wanted to do it again, no? Slowly putting on his boxers again, he agrees, turning away from you to try and get some sleep but, all of a sudden, there’s too much on his mind. 

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I can’t stop thinking about him having a small, introvert bf and some random guy flirts with bf and he gets sooo flustered and nervous and doesn’t know what to do until his big scary man comes stand behind him like some secret service agent.

Sfw & nsfw for how bf thanks Simon after ;)

"i like your shirt" you look besides you, a guy a bit taller than you staring at you.

"im sorry?" you mumble quietly.

"said i like your shirt, looks good on you." you look at him a bit surprised.

"oh, thanks."

"you are very pretty too, do you come around here often?" he asks, taking a step closer to you. you cant help the blush rushing into your cheeks.

"i-... not really, sometimes."

"yeah, i would remember a pretty face like yours... did you come alone?" his face changes, looking up and behind you, you sigh when you realize simon is standing behind you.

"he came with me." he speaks, his voice deeper than usual, you dont have to look st him to know he is trying to kill the guy with his eyes.

"oh... i see, so sorry to bother" the guy akwardly walks away from the both of you.

"idiot..." he whispers and then turns you around. "lets go" he mumbles and you grab his hand, the both of you walking to the front of the store to pay.

once the both of you are outside, with a small bag filled with screws and something else your boyfriend needed to fix a lose cabinet, simon looks at you.

"i wont let you wonder off again, got it?" you nod "did he think you were gonna like him? what an idiot, he doesnt even know how to flirt..."

"simon..."

"and he is too skinny, probably cant even do a push up."

"simon..."

"who the fuck flirts with a costumer?"

"simon! its okay, stop being so grumpy." you try to not laugh, grabbing his face and pulling his down to meet his gaze.

"you are mine... my boyfriend, my future husband." he whispers.

"i am, so dont get like this." he groans and hugs you, burying his face on the crook of your neck.

"i hate him" he mumbles and you pet his back. "im gonna kill him."

"wow, lets not go there."

"sorry, bad joke." it wasnt, he would if its necesary, in fact, he has done it before, you just dont know it and kts better that way.

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (ii) - pt 1 here!!

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : matt is still a grumpy ass but y/n can't seem to get him off of her mind.

warnings : idk uhhh matt’s rude but in a love hate kinda way 😋! also alcohol/drinking (i headcannon everyone 21+!)

mickey speaks : shes finally hereeeee and shes kinda long. im hoping to post more consistently!! luv u guys enjoy <3 ignore the fact that the pic above has a yt girl in it this story is for everyone i promise !!!! i just liked the little green vibe ok? ok.

THIS IS PART TWO GO READ PART ONE FIRST DUH!!!!

AND of course you see matt again.

only a month ago, you were introduced and forced to spend an hour of your time in close proximity to him, no matter his disinterest. yet, also, only a month ago, were you gifted with the cutest tiny tattoo that continues to surprise you a little whenever you lift your shirt before a warm shower.

it hasn’t bothered you nearly as much as you'd assumed - only disrupting your life with the caution you now take to avoid irritating the skin at your lower stomach. though some nights you grow lazy, you’ve maintained a very disciplined attitude of incorporating time in your morning and nightly rituals to ensure the tiny hello kitty inked on you is properly cared for.

contrary, your interactions with matt bothered you far more than you assumed. your sub-concious must've held onto your attempts to break past his careless attitude (that greatly opposed your own people-pleasing nature) just to pettily haunt you. but you've you forced yourself to get over it at this point. you just had to after one night, the week following your tattoo appointment (and after a long day of rude professors and pretentious customers blaming you for their own mistakes), you broke down to andrea:

you sniffle before your voice breaks again, "everyone's just mean. and- and i was so fucking annoying last saturday. it keeps playing over in my head. i'm so embarrassed and i just know he hated me, but i dont know why?! i thought i was nice enough. he could've just smiled or maybe just- i-"

andrea pauses from petting your head, "honey, you're not still talking about the guy who tatted you, right?" you look up at her from your head's soft spot in her lap with glossy eyes and a quivering lip.

"dre-" you choke.

"oh my god! no! y/n, you can't take shit like that personal. not everyone enjoys talking or happiness for that matter, you can't hold on to something like that. i promise he's not too hung up on it himself." she wipes away one of your pitiful tears.

and here he is, standing across the room from you at a party.

you definitely did not expect to see matt (who’s mild attitude was clearly fueled by socializing) in this scene but you guess that la parties are just like that. as long as you know someone who knows someone you’re easily in, that's how you tend to get into these events at least. though an insta stalk would tell you matt has enough clout to get himself in, he and his brothers have built quite the brand for themselves among la socialites.

once your eyes spot him over the shoulder of some guy who just introduced himself to you, they can’t seem to move. you watch as matt smiles for a photo with a few others. matt. smiles. okay, so maybe it was a you problem. he doesn’t hate everyone maybe just you.

though, your thoughts are denied as quickly as his face drops. he doesn’t even care to look at how the image may have turned out like the rest of the group. instead, his eyes opt to watching the people around him as he sips his weak drink.

great, now you’ve become the weirdo watching him watch other people.

until his eyes catch your cautious yet curious stare from across the room. your cheeks heat and you’re immediately shifting your eyes back to the man in front of you.

matt almost smirks at his luck. no fucking way the scared sweetheart he’d tattooed just a few weeks ago is here. he looks away when someone lays a hand on his shoulder to bring him back into the conversation. you're surprised that he continues to look back over to you after adding his input.

the guy finally acknowledges your disengagement with the story about his new motorcycle and turns to see what exactly you’re staring at. he sees matt and turns back to you, “you know him?”

“yeah. well not like know-know we only met once, he gave me a tattoo.”

“oh, cool,” he looks back over to matt and turns back to you once again, “is he bothering you?”

your face scrunches initially, “no, it’s fine.” you smile at him, not wanting to give him the impression that matt did anything but exist (which apparently is enough to capture your attention).

“good. wanna go grab another drink and tell me more about this tattoo?” a charming smile morphs on face and you nod your head easily, taking his hand and leading him towards the bar outside of this large home. and away from matt.

“two-” you look over to the man beside you, “wait is this an open bar?” you ask him genuinely and he laughs a little at your aloofness.

“yeah,” he nods.

“perfect, we’ll take two kamikaze shots pretty please!” you smile at the bartender who seems to be enjoying her night quite a bit and squeeze his hand when you realize it’s still in your own. he looks down at your attached hands then back to you.

you turn your body to face him more directly and lean up to his ear, cupping your hand and whispering, “i’m so sorry, i think i forgot your name.” you were starting to feel bad and just had to confess.

you lean back and bite your lip to hide an awkward smile, and he somehow smiles harder than he already was, “it’s-”

“ashton!” you hear a voice yell hurriedly and now some dark haired guy is pulling him away from you and repeatedly saying “code red!” in his face. and suddenly, without any indication he’d enjoyed your short lived time together, he’s gone.

you try not to sulk but he was an attractive guy with easy conversation, so you at least hoped to get his number by the end of the night.

instead, you’re left leaning against the bar hoping those shots come around soon. you decide to update your friends on your night:

Y/N

cute guy lefttttt :(

REMI

noooooo he was so cute 😫

Y/N

don’t remind me

ANDREA

where r you now???

Y/N

outside bar, im waiting on shots

Y/N

come find me💔💔

your head shoots up from your phone when three guys practically ram themselves into the bar near you, a few people around them laughing obnoxiously.

"god damnit, chris! we said we were going slowly!"

"shhhh. you are so loud, matt!"

“excuse me, can we get some water? none of the sparkles or bubbles and shit, just water, please.”

“next time i'm speaking for myself! what if i wanted the bubbles?”

you lean your head a little to get a full view of the three recognizable faces. chris, with his arms dangled over his two brothers’ shoulders clearly obliterated and slurring his words (but excited to be there nonetheless). a blonde one, you haven’t gotten the chance to meet yet, with two nose piercings and a commanding voice. and matt, with his signature pout, even poutier now that chris’ weight is causing him to hunch over slightly. you guess you were bound to run into them.

you wonder if andrea was right in saying matt hadn’t held onto your exchange. you wonder if when he saw you earlier he remembered you for your friendly smile rather than your annoying nagging. or did he even remember you at all? did he only look at you because you were staring him down first? okay, where the fuck are those shots?!

“no way!" you hear chris’ voice screech upon recognizing you from across the bar, "y/n!?”

you look over and see him shockingly excited to see your face again. you smile in an attempt to not allow your nerves about matt get to you. you are never one to deny a conversation after all.

“oh my god! hi!” you reply as chris unwraps himself from his brothers and moves closer to you.

“how’s your tat treatin’ you?” his eyes express so much excitement he reminds you of a little kid. you’re very flattered to see someone feel so much emotion due to your mere presence.

“oh, it’s still so cute, no regrets so far. i love it.” you smile and he nods while you’re speaking.

he turns around and sees his brothers and a few friends remaining in the other side of the bar talking amongst themselves. “yo, get the fuck over here! why are you guys so far?” he encourages them with a hand wave.

you wave as well, trying not to be a total stranger- even if you are.

the blonde guy leads them over and hands chris a glass of water that must’ve been waiting on him.

“cheers,” chris smirks and takes a sip before a disgusted look takes over his face, “gross. my god! why do they make this shit so bland?”

the blonde boy rolls his eyes in amusement, mumbling, "just drink it," before approaching you kindly. "hey, i’m nick by the way."

“y/n, nice to meet you! i met chris and matt when i got my tattoo done at your shop a while ago.” you explain kindly.

before nick can get another word in a female voice is squealing, “you’re y/n?! hi, i’m asha, i don't know if your remember but we talked on the phone that one time!” a tanned girl with soft cheeks and dark loose curls moves herself in front of the boys.

“of course i remember, how could i forget that insane frog story? it's so nice seeing you in person finally!” you gush.

suddenly chris is beaming, “aww wait guys this is so cute! i’m feeling like we should all hug!” he nods to his brothers who are quick to shake their heads no.

“i don’t think..” nick starts.

“nooo! let’s hug!” chris argues and opens his arms wide gesturing for everyone to hug him.

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after sharing a very drunk and messy group hug you all continue to talk until chris finally blurts, "i gotta go pee so bad guys, " he laughs, "but i need people with me because if i walk in on someone puking, then what? i'll die from my severe" (its not severe at all) "emetophobia and no one will ever know?"

you and asha (who you've found is actually so similar to you) both laugh at his crisis.

matt just breathes a laugh.

"chris, there’s no reason to go further with the fear factor when no one said they wouldn't come with you. i’m coming, so you're not gonna die, let's go." nick shakes his head.

“you don’t understand, nick i would be dead and covered in- i can’t even say it, dude,” chris’ voice fades as they walk away.

"wait, i'll walk with you guys inside! 'm... getting cold out here!" asha suddenly says removing herself from your side and waving goodbye with a drunk smile.

"it's not cold at all, she's trippin'" matt speaks watching her run and practically jump onto nick, causing the three laugh while leaving the crowded yard.

you just shrug and lean onto the bar again, making eye contact with the bartender who looks as if she only just remembered your existence but also seems to mentally question where the other guy went and how you managed to replace him that quickly.

"are you always so nice about everything?" matt questions, leaning his forearms on the bar, still looking at you.

"what?" you look over to him now, feeling almost sick at his proximity.

he mocks you with a high tone in his voice, "'it's soooo nice to meet you! it's soooo nice seeing you!' it sounds exhausting, to be honest."

"didn't realize having manners got you jail time," you breathe.

"and i never said it did."

"well, i don't have to be nice to you if it bothers you so much," you shrug.

"aw, sunshine, you'd do that for me? you're too sweet." he almost laughs at his own sarcastic comment.

you lick your bottom lip out of habit, "why are you still here? don't you have friends you should be ignoring?" you hope he can't tell just how frustrated he's making you.

“you must think you know me.”

“i know you don’t like me.”

“wrong, again.” he smiles and points his finger at you.

“oh, you just don’t like anyone then?”

he glances away before responding, “what's the fun in telling you?”

you huff in defeat, wanting nothing more than those shots right now. though your subconcious hopes the bartender continues to prioritize her flirting customers over you just so you can continue this addicting back and forth with matt.

"you know, that’s the thing with people like you. you think everyone owes you everything." he shakes his head.

"people like me?” you scoff under your breath, “matt, why are you still here?"

he can pick out the offense in your tone, "oh shit, that was true? i was fucking with you, sunny!"

"you don't know anything about me," you laugh and shake your head.

"alright there are those kamikaze shots for you! so sorry about that major delay, honey!" the bartender sets the shots in front of the both of you and smiles at you apologetically.

"don't worry about it, thank you!" you hand her a spare five dollar bill from your back pocket.

when she's gone you finally notice matt's widened eyes.

"what's up with your face, now?"

"you gave her a tip for pouring you some rankydank, fuckin' low level shots after you've waited long enough for her to apologize?" he seems genuinely shocked.

"she only makes money off of tips," you roll your eyes, picking the shot up and gesturing towards the second shot for him to take.

"that's all you," he raises his hands towards his chest.

"oh my god, do it, matt."

he shakes his head and points to you, "you take your shot, sweetheart."

"i knew you wouldn't, pussy," you say under your breath before smirking as you down the alcohol you've been craving since you first saw his face.

upon your insult matt is immediately taking the shot along side you. and just as both of your faces adjust to the taste, matt's phone begins to vibrate.

he grabs it and you attempt to hide your own curiosity by asking the bartender for a lime to suck on (not daring to ask for alcohol again because you simply don't want to be hung up at this bar for any longer).

"yeah, yeah still here," matt plays with his bottom lip and looks down at you with your mouth full of lime. he thinks you look pretty adorable, especially under the blush pink fairy lights hanging above the bar. "'kay, i'll be quick. alright, nick. i will. bye."

he puts his phone away and wipes his mouth, "that shit was fucking vile, by the way."

"okay, drama queen."

"mhm," his face falters back into his usual pout, "well i gotta go, but, um, nick wanted me to invite you to this get together thing we host at the warehouse, it's in like a month but, you know, come if you want." he shrugs.

"tell him of course i will, but only because he asked." you smile sarcastically.

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ANDREA - 12:39 AM

y/n where are you we are both so confused rn help

ANDREA - 12:45 AM

hellooo????

ANDREA - 12:47 AM

GIRL WE'RE OUTSIDE AND WE DONT SEE YOU TF

Y/N - 1:06 AM

WHERE ARE U GUYS RN I JSUT SAW TATTOO GUY AGASSN IM LOSUNG MY MIND JUST A LUTTLE BIT

Y/N - 1:06 AM

I WAS AT THE OTHER OITSIDE BAR IN THE FRONT(?) YARD!!!!! but its ok im gonba find u guys

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a few days later matt comes across your instagram story, forgetting he had followed you in the first place. it was a picture of you and your friends from the same night he had seen you again. it's a simple mirror photo where you're all smiling but besides your soft skin and cute outfit, matt's attention focuses on frank ocean's pyramids playing over the story.

you see the notification later that day when you finally get time on your phone:

matthew.sturniolo liked your story

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[eclipseberrycake]

Christmas Present (Bobette x Reader)

AN: Me: I'm gonna search and look for some inspiration about her personality!

Me: Oh!

There was none. I am feeding you all I swear. A single mom who works two jobs, who loves her kids and never stops, with gentle hands and the heart of a fighter, im a survivor.

Someone drew me fanart btw and I got so excited and happy that I'm cranking out these drafts so I have things to post even if I'm busy.

AND- I mention some other unnamed toons here- Know that I'm referencing the readers in the other stories bc its funny to me. So like if Sprout/Astro/Cosmo are with a distractor? It's probably distractor reader from my (Currently) 6 part series). If it's Vee/ Shelly/ Tisha, the toon from my CBH short. Just fun lil easter eggs :)

☁ So, Bobette. She's a lover. We know it. She's so full of joy and happiness and love it literally makes everyone around her happy.

☁ And she loves showing you her love!

☁ You're probably a holiday toon as well, sharing her love of the holiday. Think of like Santa clause and Mrs. Clause in a way. You two are just these beaming aspects of the holidays, going around and spreading joy.

☁ She knew you were last seen with Vee and another toon, laughing as you watched her partner sneak the Christmas sticks you snuck their way on the sides of Vee's head, much to the poor TV's chargin.

☁ She knows you must've been so adorable with that smile of yours and cheeks absolutely glowing! Oh it made her so giddy as she continued on her way, eagerly awaiting your presence.

☁ Bobette loves to be around you, btw, she loves being around you and loves coddling you, making sure you're as well cared for as possible.

☁ She goes out of her way to give you your favorite snacks every time she sees you, making sure you're well stocked all the time!

☁ Come to think of stocks, you probably were around helping decorate Gardenview! Silly her! You know that some of the toons weren't as excited about the holiday, especially the ones that were constantly on runs and too tired to put more energy into celebrating.

☁ That had to be it. Nodding her head, Bobette sets off once again.

☁ Sorry this is all over the place dang.

☁...Anyway. Bobette loves doing those domestic things with you. Making snow angels, snowmans, drinking hot chocolate in front of the fireplace, trimming the tree, all of it are things she checks off every christmas season. :)

☁ She has an actual list. Last season you surprised her with a sleigh ride (Sorry Rudie) and it was added to the list. It's decoarated with glitter pens and all sorts of stickers. It's framed too.

☁Walking around Gardenview, Bobette was admittedly a little confuzzled. She had been looking for you since early this morning, even calling upon the help of her trusted pet Coal.

☁ Coal couldn't care less truly, but Coal does absolutely love you. Like besides Bobette only one person has gotten a tail wag from Coal and it was you.

☁ Which to Bobette was simply a sign you were meant to be together. In her humble, correct opinion.

☁ Humming a merry little tune, she waves at Glisten, who's hanging up some tinsel near the entrance with another toon, all sorts of warm happy feelings surround them as they laugh at one thing or another.

☁ It warms Bobette's heart seeing everyone so happy. Little personal HC of mine is that Bobette can kinda like sense feelings? If that makes sense? And the happier someone is, the more energy/upbeat she feels, so Christmas is an especially good time for her because the happy feelings are all so abundant.

☁ You especially are just a live little battery of sugary, perfect goodness to her! Which is why she's so eager to find her own sweetheart and take all the snuggles owed to her.

☁ Even Pebble joins their hunt, yipping as he rubs up against Coal; getting a low grunt in reply. Her grumpy girl allows the other to run a circle around her before he darts in front of them, making Bobette follow if out of curiosity alone.

☁ Pebble takes them to the kitchen where Sprout is icing a gingerbread house with Ginger right next to him, frustration clear on his face even as Astro snickers from the other side of the berry.

☁ "You took my advice, Sprout!" Bobette cheers, watching the three walls he had managed to get to stand collapse. Sprout only gapes at it as Astro guffaws before hiding his face in the fur of his cloak. Ginger refrains from outwardly laughing as she resets the walls before Sprout can truly react, using a spare bag of icing to cement them.

☁ "This is why I don't do gingerbread." Sprout bitterly remarks, throwing his hands up in defeat. "I gave up movie night for this."

☁ "There's still movie night happening, it's just later, shooting star." Astro easily soothes, even if there's still a teasing grin twitching at his lips. Sprout doesn't seem to take this for what it is, grumbling all the while about how he could be wrapped up in bed right now, but he's not.

☁ Bobette laughs at the scene before turning to Ginger, who gives her a smile. "How can I help you, Bobette?"

☁"That's normally my line." Bobette teases before continuing. "I'm looking for my own star. Have you seen them?"

☁ Ginger thinks for a second, looking she's about to say no before a thought seemingly hits her. "Oh! Yeah! They were helping Cosmo with something near the tree."

☁ That makes sense. You loved the ornaments on the tree, Bobette really should've checked there first. With a thanks and well wishes, she takes her leave, hearing Sprout curse once more as his house presumably falls once more.

☁It makes Bobette laugh as she walks towards the tree, seeing Cosmo and one of the distractors laughing, the latter wrapped in lights as he sees how many ornaments he can hang on the wires.

☁ Continuing on her way, she stops only briefly at the sight of a new present under the tree. It's bigger than usual with a bright red bow clapping on top the green walls of the present. From there, she can see the large tag that reads her own name, and despite it all, she walks closer, growing absolutely giddy at the thought of what could possibly be in it.

☁ Plus, who really gets angry over a present opened a little early?

☁ Walking over, she cheekily knocks on it, hearing the hollow echo of it. "My oh my, I wonder what could possibly be in here."

☁ There's a rustle inside before the top bursts off and your wrapping your arms around her with a happy little cheer. "It's me!"

☁ "Oh my bells!" Bobette laughs, pulling you tighter against her chest as Coal bowrfs at the sight. You laugh happily, nuzzling into the fur of her sweater before separating, giving her a positively beaming smile before pressing a kiss to her lips. "I missed you!"

☁ "Not as much as I've missed you!" She proclaims, holding your cheeks if only to nuzzle happily against you. It makes you squeal in excitement before pulling apart only to press another kiss against her lips.

☁ Coal gives another low bork, putting her front little paws on the box before you lean down, cooing at the sight. "Aw my pretty girl! I could never forget you!"

☁ Hoping out of the box, you scoop up coal into your chest, nuzzling into the deadpanned rock, who's tail gives a single, dull wag. It's a win for you though and you smother the girl in a flurry of kisses. It makes Bobette's cheeks hurt from how hard she's smiling and she can't help herself before she's scooping you both against her chest.

☁ Bobette loves the holidays, don't get her wrong, but she loves you so much more. If she died then and there, with you and Coal against her chest, she'd die a happy ornament.

[catboybiologist]

Hi! I’m CatboyBiologist.

Formerly a femboy, now a trans woman just starting HRT, and a PhD student in molecular biology. I started using this online persona as a fun, shitposty way to explore gender a few years ago. I post selfies (generally sfw, but somewhat sexy, so minors and ppl who don’t like that have been warned), rambles about science, tutorials and advice from the stuff I’ve learned by being a femboy in the past, nature pictures, stuff about the ocean, my adorable grumpy little tortoise, and unsolicited opinions on random nerdy topics. Any pronouns are fine. I don’t plan to socially transition for a while, and still present as a man most of the time, so I’m used to whatever you wanna use for me (for now, I’ll update this if that changes). Please send me pictures of your pets or other cute animals in your life!

As a scientist, I’m also documenting my transition! This google sheet will be updated at least monthly. I also have additional metrics I’m keeping to myself, and pictures that go with this, but I’m not sharing them publicly yet. Keep in mind that this is just one person’s experience with HRT, and may not represent universal trends!

Adding a little something here, bc I think it was an interesting bit a writing: if you want to see me respond to a transphobe about what "biologically female" means, here's a thing I wrote about it. CW for transphobia and discussion, obviously.

Also, if any of my measurements look weird, its entirely possible I fucked up. Let me know if anything looks off!

Here’s some of my favorite pre-HRT pictures:

If you want to see more of my pre-HRT selfies, browse the “femboy” tag on my blog!

And as of this writing, I’m only 2 days after the start of HRT, so here’s a picture with my tortoise that’s technically post-HRT (but with 0 time for actual changes):

If you want to see my future post-HRT selfies, browse the “trans selfie” tag on my blog!

Also here's another really cute picture and fanart of my tortoise by @whalesharkcat:

I have affectionately given my tortoise the title of The Grumpus.

I also wrote a couple of tutorials and general vibes about being a femboy before I started HRT:

Sometimes I make shitposts of myself, I don’t take myself too seriously:

This includes the way I came out on tumblr:

And here’s an overly serious, long ramble about trans thoughts and things that I wrote shortly afterwards:

Later addition: Someone asked how I take selfies, so I wrote a quick and dirty guide with some tips on how I do so in response to their ask:

Oh yeah and apparently I was a 196 microcelebrity? I never to thought I was popular enough for that but apparently some people do 🤷‍♀️. So uh, hi 196 tags, I'm abusing you for my pinned post LOL

As for terminology, I personally do think of myself as a “man who is becoming a woman” as opposed to having always been a woman. If that doesn’t resonate with your experience, I totally get that! But that’s why I freely call pre-HRT me a femboy, while still calling post-HRT me a trans woman. I’m also keeping the blog name as CatboyBiologist for the forseeable future, because at this point, Catboy just seems like a gender neutral term to me.

I’m also trying to put together a script for a podcast regarding how studying biology influenced my perspective on sex and gender- lmk if there’s any interest in that! It’s probably gonna be way too long and indulgent but oh well.

So uh. Yeah. I don’t end these types of things well. Byeeeeee

[rubylovessharks]

Idia Shroud x gn!reader

just you enjoying the view of your boyfriend having fun with your kitties :3 im writing about the future, you are moving in to where Idia lives

Today was a day bot like any other, where instead of Idia coming over to your place, which also doesn't happen often, you were going over to his. With luggage. You have packed everything from your own house so you can move into Idia's home. That means your cats as well.

As you put your cat's cages down on the entrance floor of Idia's house, you make sure your lovely two kitties are fine from the trip. One cat takes it's first step and slowly comes out of it's cage. The more time it spends outside the more comfortable it feels, so the other cat feels just as safe coming outside.

Yet we all know how your boyfriend is, especially with such cute widdle kitties~ not like he hasn't seen them before, it's just that he loves them sooo much he just has to greet them! So the moment your cats see Idia's creepy (yet lovely) smile they puff up, hiss and run away.

"I just wanted to say hello to them.." he says as he gives he's usual disappointed face. "Oh I'm sure they'll come around!" you reassure him, and you were right! Cuz the very next day you get to see your boyfriend and your more friendly cat cuddling together. Idia is sitting so still just so your cat wouldn't wake up and run away.

"I see that my kitty warmed up to this place huh?" you walk over to Idia and your pet and sit next to them. "I uh gave him treats..if that's ok?" he looks at you to make sure he didn't do anything wrong "oh no worries! Both of them deserve a treat once in a while" you look around to see where you can find your other, grumpier, cat. "Oh I couldn't find her.."

"That's alright. I'm sure I can find her, she likes sleeping in closets with many clothes, so I'm sure she's inside our closet or something" for a moment Idia shrieks, 'our closet' sounds so nice but he's still not used to this- "th-then you should go check to see if she's there.." he gives a few pats to your cat. "Don't you want to help me find her?" "nono! She doesn't really like me that much..." if he doesn't want to come and try to befriend your grumpy old kitty, you'll have to force friendship upon them!

"Heyy Idiaaa~ think fast!" he doesn't have much time to react as you bring your grumpy cat and put her on his lap. "EEP!" Idia shrieks loudly waking up your other cat. But it seems that none of your cats got up to leave, the one on his lap sat down and was making biscuits, and the other just went back to sleep while snuggling his arm.

You totally took a few sneaky pictures of them snuggling.

[sturnsyaper69]

Didn't know.

Summary: you and Chris had be really close friends for a while. But that would all change when you walked in on him doing somthing....

Warnings!: SMUTT, dirt talk, p in v, masterbation, swearing, pet names, use of slut/whore (probably missed alot)

Me and chris where really close. I loved him so much. He was so funny and had a amazing personality. But there were times we're he was more dirty minded then most times. It was quite rare to see him like this but if I being honest I didn't mind it. Like there were times when we were alone and he would start talking to me about sex and porn smirking like he was about to pounce on me any second. Or times when I swear I cuaght a glimpse of his hard dick before he vanished into his room and coming back to find it gone. I tried not to think about it but after this event I couldn't.

It was the afternoon and starting to get dark chris was in his room and so was Matt. Me and nick left to go get food for all of us. Once we got back nick told me to go get chris and Matt. I nod and run to Matt's room yelling "DINNER MATTT" Mar jumped and laughed "JESUS- okay finnaly I'm so fucking hungry" I giggly "sorry!" I say before running downstairs. To chriss room.

I burst into his room before I stopped and gasped loudly by the scene that played out in front of me. It was chris laying on his bed his jean zipper down and his hard dick in his hand as he stroked himself hardley letting out loud grunts and moans "..f..fuckk" he let's out as he drops his head back against the head board. He picks up pace, his eyes glued shut. Before the door hit the wall as it was opened so quickly. His eyes shoot open as they widen shockingly. His mouth open wide as he yells "Wh- g....GET OUT Y/N" chris screams his eye brows furrowed and I shut my eyes and yell "OH MY GOD CHRIS IM SORRY" I scream as I slam the door behind me. I stand behind his door frozen. As I open my eyes and breathe heavily, running back up the stairs. To see Matt and Nick eating. "What was that about?" Nick says giggling. "It's noting nick he was busy, and he was just extra grumpy. I roll my eyes, playing it off." By the time I'm eating, Nick and Matt are finished, and they dart back to their rooms

My appetite is ruined by the image of chris replaying in my head. And it doesn't help that he's the one I sleep with every night or watch movies with, etc.

Yet I am slightly turned on. I scoff trying to brush off the fact that I liked what I saw.

My panties getting damp from the thought of it. I whine under my breath before I hear a chair being pulled out, met with the sound of someone sitting down.

I look up.

It's chris.

His eyes are staring dead at me. My eyes widen, and I look down. At my food. Before hearing him scoff.

"Oh, so we're playing that game?" I look up at him.

"what are you talking about." I say, trying to avoid contact.

"The whole fucking poor me game. As if it was my fault what just happend." He say sharply.

I roll my eyes "oh its not your fault? You shouldn't of been doing that shit while I was over you disgusting perv" I say wildly.

His eyes drop, and his nose flares. He looks at me through furrowd eye brows, making me shiver.

"Shut the fuck up you dirty little fucking whore. As if I hadn't cuaght you fingering you sorry little pussy becuase you can't take any." He states darkly with a glint of animalistic presence in his eyes.

I never knew he could be like this.

I look away embarrassed but angered. I stutter before hearing him chuckle.

"Cant get anything out can we?" He smirks

"SHUT UP! I HATE YOU" I scream in his face before trying to get up. His smirk dropping.

One of His cold, big hand slithers over my wrist, holding me in place with such power. His jaw clenched and eyes scarily dark once again.

"You've allways had a fucking attitude on you haven't you sweetheart?" He says his thumb carresing my wrist as he let's out a grin.

He always knew how to deal with my temper, and I loved that about him. So I couldn't help but melt at his words.

My eyes empty from all anger and fill with passion.

He knew he had me right were he wanted me.

"I'm really sorry, chris, I didn't know." I say with empathy. As his glare tightens, he makes me tremble from the shoulders down.

He swallows hardly, causing his Addams apple to strain a agaist his throat. "Honey. I know you didn't. But since you saw that, I need something from you." He says with a slight smirk on his face.

I look at him confused. "What is it chris" I say as he rolls his eyes.

"You know what I fucking want dumbass. Don't play dumb." He says strongly once again. Making me angry again.

"Wow I was being fucking nice and you get pissed again? Fuck you I'm not giving you shit." I say ripping from his grasp and getting up.

I hear his chair scrape against the floor hardly before hearing it fall. Followed by him pulling my shirt towards him, ripping it slightly, as he pushed me against the wall with power, making me grunt.

"You fucking slut, how fucking dare you say that shit to me" he yells wildly making me jump at how angry he was. His eyes pierced onto mine as his his hands had fist fulls on my shirt in it as he breathed heavily.

"I don't give a fuck what you think your gonna do, but I'm getting what I fucking want." He says as he screams in my face.

I scream back "Stop yelling at me!" I say looking away.

He brings his hand to my jaw and forces me to look at him.

"You want me to stop yelling at you, then you know what I fucking want. So be a good girl and drop low for me." He said before kissing my lips passionately, making me whine and moan in his mouth as he grinded his tongue against mine.

He breaks the kiss with a slight grin. Before slaping my ass. I got onto my knees before he got angry again.

He bit his lip and smirked. "Good girl, baby," he says as he runs his hand through my hair roughly.

He grabs a full fist of my hair and pushes me toward his crotch.

His huge bulge was straining through his jeans and begging for attention.

"Unzip me. I Wanns see if you can suck my dick quicker then you talk slut" he says glaring at me deeply.

I follow his orders, unzipping his pants "yes chris" I say before his hand grabs my jaw, roughing pushing my head up towards him.

"No. Daddy, call me fucking daddy." He states firmly.

"Yes daddy" I say whining as I smirked up at him biting my lip.

He grins wickedly and groans "mhmm" he says, satisfied with my answer.

I pull his jeans down before undoing the button. His jeans fall to the ground before he kicks them away.

He's left in black boxers. It isn't long until I slips my finger tips below the waistband.

I pull them down and his hard cock springs out.

My eyes widen as I take in his massive dick. The tips shiny from pre cum and twitching for attention.

He looks at me with a smirk and darkly chuckles.

He grabs his hard dick and starts slapping it on my face. Biting his lip while looking down at me.

He growls lowly and he rubs his thumb agaist my lips and I stick out my tounge.

He smacks and rubs his tip on my tongue as he groaned.

"Mhmm fuck what a good girl" he says his head falling back.

I whine before swirling my tongue around on his tip, and he lets out a croaky roar.

"No fucking teasing princesses." He say his first grips onto my hair before he forces me deep onto his dick.

His breath hitches and hips buck, as I moan before i start bobing my head up and down on his cock.

He moans deeply patting my head.

"Fuck.. just like that" he whines darkly.

He massages my shoulders, making me whine in pleasure.

I pick up pace as I look up at him, he stares back down his eye brows furrowed before a deeply low moan escapes his lips.

His eyes snap shut.

"Close...." I hear him say panting loudly.

I rub my hands on his theighs pushing him closer as he grabs my head and pushes me all the way down on his dick as he moaned deeply.

He bucks his hips violently making me gag and whine. Spit and cum dripping down my chin onto my theighs as he rode out his orgasm.

"Fuckk yess atta girl baby", chris says as he pulls me off his dick grabs me by my waist carring me as he rubbed my back.

"You okay, sweetheart? Your being such a good fucking girl for daddy but I'm not done with you yet baby" he says as his large hand rubbed my back through my shirt as he growled in my ear.

I whimper noding "yeah im fine I just want you so bad daddy" I say impatiently with cuased him to Crack.

He stormed down to his room, slaping my ass as he threw me back on his shoulder.

We went into his room and he shut the door before locking it. He sat me on the bed and stared at me deeply.

"I want you to take off your cloths princess let me see you" he says grinning.

I listen to his orders and strip off all my clothes.

I'm left completely naked.

He turns around, and he whimpers at the sight.

He strokes his cock before I say "don't touch yourself daddy let me make you feel good come here." I say whining

He growls deeply before smirking "damn baby, your making me so fucking horny" he says trying to contain his composure.

I grow wetter and wetter as he walks closer.

I sat on his bed on my knees in a sitting position as he stood at the end of the bed.

He looked at my breasts, then my stomach, theighs, hands, arms shoulders, and then my face.

He bites his lip then signals me to come to him.

His arms out as if he was gonna pick me up softly. I wiggle towards towards his arms as he grabs me and places me on the edge of his bed.

He stands over me and can't keep his eyes off me.

He let's out a deep sigh.

I look at him, tilting my head. "You can touch me, chris." I say, grabbing his hand.

His eye brows furrow at my touch. "Y/n. I don't think I'll be able to hold back, I don't want to hurt you." He says clenching his jaw.

At this point I was soaked.

I needed his dick right fucking now.

"Then don't. I want you so bad baby, fucking destroy my pussy please daddy" I beg him.

He forces his lips onto mine as he kisses me while laying me down.

He breaks the kiss and slaps my theighs "spread you fucking legs princess, let me hear thoose pretty moans." He says and i immediately follow his orders.

I spread my legs wide, and he does hesitate to bury his face between my legs, making me moan loudly.

His tounge grinds on my wet pussy as his nose hits my clit making me arch My back.

Aster about a minute I felt the knot in my stomach as I ache and cry out.

"Feel good, baby? Such a good fucking slut" he says making me shiver as the knot burst cuasing me to push chriss face deeper into my legs.

He moaned and ate me out with a incredibly fast pace as I pull his hair and grind agaist him he breaks the contact and smirks at me.

"You taste so good darling, come here let me make you feel even better" chris days before picking me up by the waist.

He sits down agaist his bed head board and Squats me over his dick.

"I want you to ride me hard, can you be a good girl and do it for daddy?" he says to me making me even more Hornier.

It was pretty obvious he had a kink but I never thought he would be that kinky.

But I wasn't complaining. I was enjoying every second of it.

He slowly starts to sit me down onto his cock.

"Good girl almost there, baby. I'm so proud of you" he says as I take half of his dick.

I let out loud whines and moans as I sit fully on it.

He kissing me again "good girl you took all of me princess" he says before he starts moving slowly making me moan loudly.

He grabs my hips and keeps me in place as he fucks me. Speeding up making me scratch his shoulders and kiss all over his neck.

"Ughh... uh.. fuckkk daddy..mhmm" I let out long moans and squels as he slams into me picking up pace before he starts panting.

"Fuck.. close.." I whine and grab his shoulders

Wrapping my self around him as I bounce on his dick hardly.

"Fuck yeah baby take this fucking cock" he says before rubbing my ass before his hand slithers down My leg to my clit were he stars rubbing it hardly.

I squels and tense as I shake and moan, he smirks and kissing my neck ad I cum all over his lap riding my orgasming out as I grindes on him.

He moans loudly before spilling into my pussy deeply. He groans and cums again.

The rooms filled with slapping nosies and moans.

We catch our breath before laying next to each other breathless.

He turns to me and smiles.

"Thanks for repaying me," he says cheekily, making me giggle and nudge him as I fall asleep in his arms.

HEY GUYSSSS, this is really lazy, and I haven't been posting stories because all the ones I've made I've hated. Like the ideas good, but the writing gets so messyyy like this one at the end and shit. Also, if you have any ideas, please ask me OR ANYTHINGGG. I love yall so fucking much also thanks so much for all the attention on my last post!! 💓 I'm so sorry I'd I don't reply to comments I get so nervous and don't know what to sayyy but I notice them!! LOVE YALLL ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

[alzirix]

“you are like the stars” ft. Portgas D. Ace

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~🪷 a/n: C.ai have been inspiring me WAY to much recently😭. anyways dropping some fluff since not in the mood of hc’s today sorry yall :(!!

~🪷 my masterlist<3

~🪷 SUMMARY: F!reader teases Tired!Ace, by comparing him to the stars at night, while cuddling in your hammock.

y/n: orange text

ace: red text

w/c (word count): 1,208 (short😕)

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my pretty star♥️

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IT was a though day for both of you. WhiteBeard purposely giving tasks to clean the ship, since the whole crew was at the bar all day.

FINALLY it was night. you were laying on your hammock, reading a book. Ace walks in all tired and grumpy from the tasks, which brings a chuckle out of you. Ace tried his best to hide his smile when he heard your sweet little laugh.

“Cmere lay down.”- you said patting your stomach. nothing eased Ace more, than sweet cuddles and you using your sweet voice to talk about everything. isnt he just a pup?

he immediately laid down, burying his head in your stomach, wrapping his strong hands around your chest.

you snickered at him as you ran your fingers in his hair. Ace smiles even more as you run your fingers through his hair. The feeling made him feel like a very content puppy, and you could see his eyes flutter with every stroke of your hand through his hair. His body relaxed as he enjoyed this feeling quite a lot, and you could see one of his hands wrapping around your chest tighter. He lets out a content sigh and leans more into your body, his body warming up slightly from the heat of your hand running through his hair.

“and you deny that you are like a puppy.”- you teased him. he wasnt the type to admit his clingy and follows you around so he can ‘protect’ his woman, but in reality, he just wants to spend time with you.

Ace just rolls his eyes and chuckles again as he responds in a teasing tone.

"I'm not like a puppy at all. Psh. I'm way bigger and more handsome than any puppy could ever be. And I definitely do not enjoy being treated like a cute and adorable little pet, nor do I also enjoy being spoiled by you."

“then get off of me if you dont like it.”- you sounded like a mom, too tired to argue with her teenage daughter. your other hand was turning to another page of your book.

"Hmm... no."- Ace answers you, but he doesn't move to do what you say. His playful and flirty tone makes it seem like he doesn't mind being on you at all, and you can tell he even enjoys playing this game with you. His body stays in its relaxed position as he doesn't see any reason why he would move to get off of you.

“aw, my pretty bipolar princess.”- you replayed to him, a cocky smirk already printing on your face, as you stroked the back of his neck.

Ace sighs softly and relaxes even more when you caress his neck. His body is completely relaxed at this point, and you can tell this is something he is enjoying because of the way his eyes are already starting to shutter a bit more as he gets more and more comfortable with you holding and caressing him.

“you know you are like the stars.”- you broke the silence, trying to be sweet for once. not that you arent already sweet like a lollipop to him, but still.

This sudden confession and compliment makes Ace chuckle and he rolls his eyes before giving you a smug grin.

"Me? Like the stars? You could come up with any cute analogy, and you go with that? You've got to be kidding me."- He chuckles again, but you can see even now he is still relaxed as you caress the back of his neck. He seems as if he isn't going to bother moving from this position, as his tone still remains playful and flirty.

“oh my gosh, im trying to be sweet for once! hear me outttt!!”- you pouted, already annoyed. your reaction just making him laugh more and more.

“okay okay, fine. hehe”- he continued chuckling, but after around a minute calmed down. “you can continue now, sweetheart”

you sighed, continuing your statement. “wanna know why?”

"Sure, I wouldn't mind hearing why you think that. But, don't expect a sweet response from me if you do tell me."

“you are just unbelievable.”

“okay, fine, fine! im stopping. sorry, beauty. continue, please? i wanna hear it, i actually got interested, hehe.”

“because in the day you hide your emotions, all serious and stuff..like the stars. but at night you are relaxed more expressive and more loving..you shine at night..like the stars.”

when he hears your confession (or a little poem idk), he is speechless for a moment when you give him this analogy. In a way, you kind of had the right idea about what his personality was really like. During the day, he was stoic and cold, but when the night came, he was more relaxed and in a way even cuter than he usually is. He eventually smiles softly and chuckles a little.

"I didn't know you were as perceptive as this. Well, let me tell you this. You aren't wrong about me being more relaxed and affectionate at night. But, you aren't allowed to tell anyone else this."

“oh yeah? what if i tell someone?”- you spoke a little bit louder, a cocky smirk appearing on your pretty face.

“im gonna wipe this smirk out of your face!”- he barked back teasingly, his cheeks getting redder and redder.

“how?”

“by..”- he forgot his comeback, which made him only even more embarrassed.- “touché.”- he continued, his lips forming a pouty expression.

you pecked his cheek.- “you can never outsmart a woman, love.”

as much as he hated being defeated, he enjoyed seeing you all cocky and smirk-ish, cuz of your win. when you pecked his cheek, he closed his eyes and smiled goofy.

The night continued with both of you talking about the future, books, music, the ocean and etc. overall he is in cloud nine with you. after all every star needs their moon, innit? well you were his moon, and heck..he never was more happy. he wouldnt trade you for the world. he loved his moon way to much..his little precious moon..the best moon..the only moon for him was you..and no one else.

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i hope yall enjoyed♥️ (follow for more :3)

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[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Today's shift at doggy daycare <33

Since this is probably easier than sharing and editing a shit ton of dog pics- but will share specifcs if asked- theres just like 40 dogs everyday s o-

Adding keep reading because my god this got LONG and im cutting most of the random stuff

Learned how many tasks i could do one handed with a chihuahua in the other

Bitch (pos) medium sized dog named Peep calmed down only when she cuddled up in my lap and fell asleep. Everytime I got up she'd just wag her tail and wait for me to return for more snuggles

New puppy doing his "Evaluation" day- decided four months was old enough to try and hump all the adult's (boys and girls so idk if it was a dominance thing). Half didn't care- the others corrected him HARSH but nessicary- (hes like a foot long MAX-) immune to the waterbottle and stearn "NO COSMO" s o- he passed, but my gosh he needs to lose ball privilages

Toxic lesbian situationship between Peep and the soon to be mentioned Mary- kept getting in almost brawls but when id put one up the other would lay by the kennel and whine or try and BITE THROUGH. Let them out? They wag and circle and play nice for all of five minutes before trying to kill eachother again

Five near identical black dogs- I just kept cycling through the names until I was surrounded (I can tell them apart NOW- but in a mess- no.)

Also a trio of identical beige/tan dogs with identical black face markings- even harder to tell apart. Literally one had been kenneled most of the afternoon post vet appt and when she was let in I straight up DIDNT notice she was new

Beagle named Zuzu- got put in a top condo kennel for a overstim timeout- then when I tried to coax her out, realized what I was doing and flipped around so fast she accidently bodyslammed into my jaw and made my tounge bleed (I dont blame her ofc- but in retrospect it was hilarious hearing the perspective of my coworker who just head "That it Zuzu cmer- AAUHSG" and then watched me crumble)

Dobby. Everytime he left my line of sight, I knew not to look around no- Look to the hallway. Because our doors are split in the center to swing open the top and THIS LITTLE SHIT kept JUMPING- and hes TINY- literally like four times his height he can jump. He did it so often and didnt get into shit everyone just accepted he was now a hallway dog just hanging out on the scale and stalking front desk.

Forgot about the daily activity- my coworker whips out the bubble machine to spam some pictures. Half the dogs were TERIFFIED. Including a trio that stood in a line and barked at the bubbles like a literal peanut gallery. But also an older golden retriver named Lola who was OBSESSED and out of the seven hours in my care she used all her energy to devour mouthfuls of bubbles

My favorite dog from my VERY first training shift came up as soon as my shift started- I didnt recognize him until I was reading his tag. HIS NAME IS RITTER- LIKE A FRITTER- HES A LIL CHOCO LAB AND SJHQIYGDIOH HES SO SWEET (when not insisting his paws must be ON ME to be pet)

Everytime I feel something push between my legs I dont even blink just look down and like calf level is a STOUT bulldog named Peaches and its just "Hi peaches" as she cranes her chubby lil neck up. She doesnt want anything- just to be there

Got to a point I could identify half the dogs barks without looking at them

Spiderman- a foster and one of said identical black dogs with an underbite, I was unfortunate to discover his new humping fixation but more so do you know how much it hurst to be headbutt from a dog with an UNDERBITE??

Shuffle running with my back against the wall because I have a chihuahua in one arm, a yorkie in the other, and one of the tan mutts named Mary who was FIXATED on trying to fit them in her mouth now they were in the air. Thankfully stopped when I fixed my water bottle

Oh also giant thunderstorm, almost lost power- found out VERY FAST which dogs were NOT a fan of storms including one very big and grumpy old man named Sandy who lord could he HOWL- also couldnt move because of how many were pressed against my legs for comfort- which is sweet- outside of the whole cant move part

[kinki-cami]

Marsh, remember, we're asleep, dont make any sounds... (not that you can because youre not a plush with a voice box but still.) The worst part about trying to pretend to be asleep is that your eyes want to be open so they keep trying to open but your also trying to keep them shut without squeezing them so they Involuntary flutter while being closed. And the worst part is that i can hear that affini approaching this room. Do affini use the bathroom? I hope thats where theyre going and arent- aaaand it is this room. Fuck. Ok hopefully they dont try to kill mee🎶

"Well, isnt my sweet petal so cute when asleep~" H-how did that plant know i was trans? AAAHHHH and they called me cute. "I was sure she was much more of a stone sleeper. Perhaps her blood sugar is just low, her files did say she had diabetes." Oh shit. Ok, they know i have diabetes, as long as they dont try to do anything I'll be fine. "I ought to wake her, however, just to be certain." Ok this plant is definitely just mocking me at this point.

"Petal. Petal." The affini said in a quiet voice, gently shaking her shoulder. "Well, i know you sleep like a rock, but i also know you dont sleep THIS much like a rock. I had to put your stuffed animal on the other side of you so you wouldnt accidently throw it off again." She opened her eyes in fear, before promptly closing them and hugged her plush tight.

She whispered something quiet enough that it was completely inunderstandable.

"What was that petal?"

"they're not an animal" she whispered barely understandable in a grumpy voice, a twinge of fear underlying the grumpiness.

"Oh well do you mind telling me what it is while i take you blood sugar then?"

"Why should i when youre probably just going to kill me soon anyway..." She could feel the clouds of depression flooding her mind. The sheer fear and anxiety making her want to give up but she wanted to hold out for just a little bit longer.

"And why would I want to kill you, cutie?"

Being called that shut her mind down momentarily. "I dont know... its all just stupid rumors, im sorry" her voice started to shake as she finished the sentence.

"It's alright petal, no need to be sorry, here why dont we give you something to calm you down."

"No!" She screamed, terrified something bad was going to happen to her. "Please... can you just... let me come to terms with my fate please?"

"And what fate would that be?" The affini was keeping a calm voice and let her just talk. According to what the affini read about her she wasnt too talkative and seemingly kept to herself, she couldnt help but notice just how much this little sophont was talking compared to others who were quiet and kept to themselves.

"Uh-Umm enslavement or something-i dont know-i want to at least say goodbye to myself and everything before anythingharsh or strict comes to me" at this point she was uncontrollably crying, her mind rushing with every possible negative thing that could happen to her.

"Well, if you're so worried about what you think might happen, do you want me to tell you what we do to cuties such as yourself?"

She thought for a moment before coming to the conclusion of 'well if i know whatll happen i cojld better mentally prepare for it' "uh-um, sure" she said between sobs

"Well, petal, what we do is we take everyone who is sad or sick or fussy or destructive and we bring them into our homes and make them feel better, sure they become our pets, but how you used to live it was either suffer or suffer more, but here you have every need taken care of without any need for debts. But the more you resist the more drastic we take things, nothing too bad really, some just need to have all of their stresses taken away, even if they wont admit it. So whatll happen with you is first we'll fix you right up making your body work how its supposed to, so you wont be reliant on taking artificial insulin. Then what we'll do is give you some drugs to take away aaany of your stresses and then we'll find just the right affini for you, or at least whoever wants to take care of you whichever comes first!"

After what she felt was a bunch of rambling coming from the affini, she calmed down a little, as why would someone who sounds like theyre both really happy to explain this and a bit like theyre daydreaming about what theyre talking about, especially, based on what she could hear through her thoughts, sounded like someone who didnt purposely deal any harm to people.

She was able to calm down just wnough to stop crying and after a bit of adjustment and drying her eyes she looked up at an affini for what felt like the first, in context time. It was a little unsettling, vines forming what look like they should be lips, and wood surrounding majority of the face making an uncanny humanoid face. Her mind didnt react too too due to the adrenaline of fear coursing through her veins at the time, a rather large cloud of depression clouding her judgement as well.

"So is there anything else you would like to know?" The affini cheerfully exclaimed.

"Umm... will i be stuck here forever?"

"If by here you mean with an affini, then yes, if you mean with me, probably not, i dont normally take pets, just sorta..." she helicoptered her arms around, "rehabilitate them is all, well not even that, but its close to what i do, think of me as your live-in therapist. And if you mean on this ship, then definitely not, unless you want to of course, that CAN be arranged. Thats up to you, however."

"Gods please no, i dont want to be stuck again!"

"Of course! I mean you'll have to be here for a few days first before ANYTHING else can happen, just so we know for sure you wont... try anything. Anyway if you dont mind I'll be taking your blood sugar now."

"O-ok umm do you need to-" she froze as the affini stuck one of its needles into her arm.

"Im sorry petal, do you not like needles?"

"no" she said quietly, still trying her best not to move.

"I'm sorry would you like to do it another way next time?" The affini asked, removing their needle from her arm.

"Yes please." She responded quietly. She felt herself calming down, finding it dofficult to remember anything since she tried feigning sleep.

"Good, now petal, would you like to introduce yourself or would you like me to introduce myself first?"

[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

Grabby Hands (fluff)

Requested?: No

words: 1194

One Shot: Damian gets overwhelmed at a gala and Jason is willing to save him.

overwhelmed!Damian Wayne & bigbrother!Jason Todd

I have no idea what i am compensating with this but enjoy (Im very nervous to post this but yolo (im dying inside))

Damian Wayne hated his father's galas with a passion. Not for the same reason as Bruce though. Bruce hated the fakeness of these events. For Damian the lights were too bright, the people too many and too intense and every interaction too unpredictable.

His father made sure to introduce him to these kind of attention as early as possible. The excitement over Bruce Wayne's biological son was ginormous and Gotham was crazy to finally be introduced to the 10-year-old.

Damian hated the attention. The journalists. The flashing lights and the never ending paranoia that every false step would end up being abused on Twitter or in the next edition of the Gotham Times or Gotham Gazette. You never know.

Secretly, Damian looked up at Dick for his ability to easily handle these social events, as much as he hated them himself. It was like a skill. A skill that he couldn't seem to figure out. He always got stressed before the events which only increased over the course of the evening.

Most of the times, he managed to work through these events and then would hide in his room for three days until the noises were back to normal and he could talk to someone again without snapping at anyone or going non-verbal again.

Today's gala was different. Bad. Very bad to be exact. Damian had forgotten the reason for this event. It took place at Wayne Manor so Bruce must have had serious reasons to host it but Damians brain was empty tonight.

The suit was too itchy. Why do they make suits out of wrong material? The tie was too tight. Breathing, he needed oyxgen! Damian fumble around with his tie a little.

"Misses Davenport, this is my son Damian." Damians gaze shot up. Right in front off him stood an elder women with a babyblue and silver-sparkly dress. A silver tiara throned on her grey perm. She was far past her best ages. She smelled like old lady.

He couldn't remember who the women that his father just introduced him to was. Where did she come from? With who was she here? How was he supposed to talk to her?

Damian forced himself to smile at her. He had practiced this smile in front of the mirror a million times after his father told him to not look so grumpy when they were in public all the time.

"Oh, aren't you the sweetest." The women cooed, her voice was too high-pitched. She ruffled Damian's hair. He wanted to wince, his skin was sensitive, she needed to stop touching him!

Halfway through the gala, Damian wanted to scream and cry. The lights made his eyes burn and all these voices seemed to flood over him. After he had spent 15 minutes in the bathroom, he had followed Jason around for the last half an hour like a stray kitten to avoid getting caught up in a one-to-one conversation.

While Jason was caught up in a conversation with god knows who, Damian's gaze wandered off into the distance. The dark night was nice. He wanted to wander off into the dark and curl up somewhere nice and silent. Wander off to a quiet place where he could cuddle Titus and Alfred the Cat and just be. He wondered if someone would noticed if he would disappear from this event to spend some times with his pets. Maybe a short visit to Batcow was just what he needed...

"Hey Shorty. Sup?" Damian snapped out of the very comfortable train of thoughts about his pets. Jason was standing right in front of him and looking down at him.

Damian looked at him puzzled. After a few moments, he opened his mouth but his throat was shut tight. Luckily Jason just continued talking without waiting for his answer. "You've been rocking on your toes and staring off into the distance for the last 20 minutes. What's wrong with you?" Jason asked. Suddenly he squad down to Damian's height.

Damian tried to say something but the noises were back and the bright light was replacing the darkness he was craving. The words got stuck in his throat together with a desperate sob. At this point he was done. His brain was cooked, his skin was burning.

Withdrawal.

Damian extended his hands a little and made weak grabby hands towards Jason. Jason rolled his eyes but proceeded to pick Damian up. "Told B you couldn't take 'dis shit again." Damian heard Jason murmur while he hid his face into the older boys neck to block out the light.

Damian felt Jason walking, he was embarassed but at the same time he was finally out of responsibility and able to relax a little. He stiffened up a little as he heard a high pitched voice.

"Ohh, poor boy. What happened?" The women in the blue dress, Damian was able to recogize a light Gotham accent in her voice now. "Oh, it is already way past his bedtime. He is very tired." Jason chuckled, it was obviousy fake. Other than Damian, the elder woman didn't seem to recognize the fakeness because she dropped the conversation immediatly.

Damian felt Jason walking for a while before he headed up some stairs. The noises started to subside in the distance. Suddenly, the chilly temperature of the garden disappeared and it got significantly warmer. Jason had carried him into the manor and was now heading upstairs again, probably carrying Damian into his room.

"Im gonna kill you, Todd." Damian grumbled into Jasons neck while he fumbled with his tie to loosen it a little.

Jason chuckled, Damian could feel his chest vibrating against his smaller body. "Sure thing, babybird, kill me all you want. You were the one making grabby hands." Damian growled embarassed and buried his face deeper into Jason's shoulder.

Jason opened Damian's bedroom door with his elbow and pushed it open with his hip. He set the smaller boy down on the queen size bed and Damian curled up immediatly. It was dark, the only light came from the moon shining through the half-opened curtains. The event taking place in the garden was barely audible from here.

Damian immediatly wanted to doze off when something soft hit his face. He blinked drowsily, Jason had thrown his pyjamas in his face. "Change." He ordered while he was already heading back out to the door. "Need something else?" He asked while he turned around again.

Damian looked at his pyjamas for a few moments before he looked up. "Cat." He said finally. Jason gave him a smirk but nodded. "I'll go find your feline friend, you change." Before Damian could answer someting, Jason had closed the door.

The younger boy slowly started to open his tie and the buttons of his jacket. After what seemed like eternity, Damian had changed into his pyjamas and his gala clothes laid forgotton on the floor. His skin slowly stopped burning when it touched the cool sheets and when his head touched his pillow, he sighed deeply.

Damian Wayne hated his father's galas with a passion. But at least there were people to understand his grabby hands.

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Same thing on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55397962

[devflamme]

so i was going through my google docs and found a document with some wagatha hcs that i need to share here to fellow wagatha crazy ass fans like me

(im so proud of myself for editing this on picsart in like, 10 seconds.)

— agatha loves using pet names as we all know, right? but, in an 🩷established relationship scenario🩷 she would call wanda pretty girl, darling and princess and wanda just melts all the time. wanda is not someone that uses pet names very often, but agatha changed her. she calls agatha by detka (classic), my love and my agatha.

— wanda steals agatha's clothes all the time. agatha normally buys bigger clothes so wanda is always seen wearing a shirt or dress from agatha, as they're comfier and smell like agatha. lavender fabric softener, dark wine and cigarettes.

— agatha is the one that cooks (what kind of housewife would i be if i didn't have a gourmet meal- forgot the rest of the line.) while wanda is the one that drives. agatha can't drive — she is reckless and wanda just can't bear the thought of agatha injuring herself because of a car accident.

— agatha sings a lot. she used to sing back in the day and really loves singing. wanda is enamored by her voice all the time she hears agatha singing around the house.

— in my head, as agatha lived so many years, she probably visited many places, and, speaks a lot of languages because of that. wanda is always cursing and talking to herself in sokovian (especially when agatha is annoying her) and thinks oh she can't understand me! but agatha can. oh but she can.

★ agatha speaks english, latin (canonically). and my language hcs are especially french, greek, russian, sokovian, italian and brazilian portuguese (because as a brazilian i need to mention brazil somewhere.)

— they both have folders in their phones full of pics of the other. wanda even has a digital camera that is FULL of agatha (and agatha loves posing for the pics. she's insufferable🩷)

these two pics here. im so ILL. i just love the idea of a character taking pics of their lover just to look at the pics fondly when they're away from each other or something like that.

— i have to mention taylor swift im sorry. agatha wearing wanda's initials on a necklace. yeah...

— okay i know the canon timeline but this is such a funny headcanon that i couldn't not put it here: wanda writes poems about agatha and she stores them inside the darkhold. it's not the best way, she knows that, but… it's better safe than sorry – her poems are cringey and lovey-dovey. agatha should never read them. ever.

— agatha likes crocheting. she sits in a chair on the porch, glasses dropping from her nose, scrunched in concentration — wanda calls her 'grandma'. agatha gets really grumpy from this. they're just like an old married couple bickering.

i want them to kiss, your honor

[wulfums]

Because im a yapper and im currently in a sort of flipflop phase (where i cant stay focused on one fandom) i wanna throw random questions about bugsnax - specifically crusher - at you cuz i like learning about others oc (ONLY IF YOU'RE COMFORTABLE OFC YOU DONY HAVE TO ANSWER IF U DON'T WANT)

- how tall is crusher?

- whats his relationship with cromdo like?

- whats his favorite bugsnak? And by extension least favorite

- why is he on snaktooth again? Ive forgotten since art fight

- do you think him and Toonspoonle will get along?

- if floofty asked to study him what would he say? If toonie asked on behalf of Floofty and promised to stay by his side what would he say?

- whats his favorite music genre?

- if toonie made him a bracelet would he wear it?

- whos his most liked grumpus besides cromdo?

DA CRUSHAAAAAAAAAAA

Crusher is around the same height as Cromdo! Maybe a bit shorter.

Crusher and Cromdo are partners in crime. Crusher is a lot more charming than Cromdo is and is just as tricky and scammy as him. Cromdo comes up with the ideas, crunches the numbers, and Crusher pushes it. Cromdo uses sooo many pet names for Crusher and is very affectionate towards him and Crusher is back. Gay old men.

Crusher LOOOOVES Pineantulas! Issue: He lobotomizes them basically and sucks out their juice.

(Art by bestie Ponshroom)

Gramble hates him for this and wants him to stop. Crusher is the one Grumpus that Gramble like, actually hates.

Crusher is allergic to nuts and is averse to any Bugsnax that resemble somth with nuts. Even though they don't actually have them. Also any spicy ones he hates.

Hes on Snaktooth because his commercial actor career is OVER! His gimmick was crushing Grumpy D cans with his mouth but he fucked his TMJ up and can't do it anymore. So instead of having to face that he's like. Oh hey a boat.

Hmm Maybe! Crusher is probably on the meaner and ruder side of all my s/is. Hes not very honest and can be very passive aggresive. I can't see Floofty liking him too much and he genuinely might be too rude for Toonie

He would say FUCK NO !!!!! Floofty would want to study the fact that his ostomy seems to render him immune to snakification and Crusher is like DONT TOUCH MY STOMA ??? BACK OFF?

He looooves pop music and rock music.

I think despite being rude and trying to Not form connections bcuz hes Scared of how he'll feel when he loses them(He is convinced of this all the time that Everyone is mad at him Forever and Ever Secretly.) he would and I think after that he'd start being noticeably nicer and more conisderate of Toonie. He would always be wearing the bracelet. Having a physical reminder of friendships helps him a lot.

I think he's for sure friends with Wiggle and Beffica!! He tries to be nice to Filbo because Filbo is just. Really hard to be mean to. Crusher just feels bad if he does because Filbo is not picking up on passive aggresiveness!

[physics-of-one-piece]

Your fic has me screaming crying and throwing up. Its so beautiful. I cant wait for more(no need to rush though. Please do take breaks or whatever to take care of yourself). Like its just so pretty and im excited for whatever may come next 🐦‍⬛

🐦‍⬛anon! 🫂

Your ask made me smile like an idiot. AAAAA SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT, 🐦‍⬛🎉🎉🎉🎉❤️❤️❤️🥳🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉

Yeah, I'm writing this fic at my own pace, but ch2 is currently 5k words but with a lot of gaps. I have like the ending in mind, other chaps... not that much except crime vibes and Doffy x Reader.

Ch2's gonna be a fun one. If this chap was sadness & grief, then next one is fear, anger shock and helplessness. YAAAY! 😭😭😭

I'm really happy with how this chapter turned out, and I'm so so happy you liked it 🥹🥹🥹🥹 I've been smiling at my phone the entire day, I'm so happy people like it.

I was definitely doing the same things as you, screaming and crying at different scenes as I wrote them. Doffy's scenes made me go "LEAVE ME ALONE, OH GOD, HE'S COMING, RUN FOR YA LIVES!" but also I was thinking "Doffy's such a sexy man, he gets so many girls." UGH RED SUIT DOFFY IS SO FCKN GORGEOUS, 🐦‍⬛, I JUST CAN'T HELP BUT GAWK AT HIM CUS HE'S SO CLASSY.

But so grumpy. He's like a cat. If you ignore him, he will throw all your vases and flowers and tech down trying to get your attention and then when you're shocked he'll be like "What did you expect? You're ignoring me! Pet me! Love me!"

I can talk about Post-Minion Island Doffy's mindset for hours, but in short he is seconds away from an emotional breakdown. Or a massacre. Who knows. I think he is very detached, GENUINELY DETACHED, not in a "I am coping with it by detaching" NOPE. This man shot his little brother - and it did hurt him, it did - and didn't even approach him to say goodbye.

Just walked away. There is sth very detached and cold about that, and very heartbreaking.

Anyway, thank you so much for this ask and sending such kind words! ❤️❤️🥹🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Love ya, 🐦‍⬛.

[dgttwisted]

"Do you consider yourself to be athletic and if so, which sport(s) do you like or like to play?"

- Orion Talaria, third year Royal Sword Academy student and younger halfbrother of Solaris Talaria, 18 years old, nearly 19 years old.

Picrew references of what he more or less looks like.

Orion's favourite colours are yellow and orange because they remind him of his older halfbrother Solaris Talaria (twisted from the Greek god of the sun Apollo).

"tea? hmm ill give it a try why not" she started to glow when i agreed now i have to go that girl glowed as bright as the north star.

he went that weekend while the building it was in left much to be desired at least from the outside when he entered he saw how much more homely it was inside. indeed Ramshackle seemed much more like a house then a dorm but that added to the charm in Orion's case.

there were streamers hanging from the ceiling an decorations all about Lilith seemed to take these parties very seriously....as seriously as any child can you suppose.

"Your here!" Lilith cheered

Orion sees the glowing child top of the stair case happy as can be "i am i do hope on time?"

"perfectly on time! follow me!"

to the tea room they went decorated head to toe as well as a bunch of stuffed animals he can tell that his rivals at NRC have been spoiling there little princess well.

"while not exactly tea related i feel its important to ask this...Do you consider yourself to be athletic and if so, which sport do you like or like to play?"

"flying! my gym teacher Vargas set up a special obstacle coerce just for me! sense i learned to control my flying much better whenever im happy i glow an when i glow i can float hehe"

"so i saw heh i will admit it took me by surprise to see a flying kiddo like yourself fly all the way to our school just to invite me to tea"

"i got in trouble they told me next time i need to at least bring someone with me or tell someone where im going before i leave"

"oh? well i guess you are just a kid after all they must have been worried"

"Grim was with me! he would have protected me if something happened!"

Grim was the fuzzball with the blue flames if he recalls correctly "the little direbeast? is he your pet?"

"rude im no ones pet!" Grim came in grumpy at such a statement "Lilith is my henchmen not the other way around!"

"ah i see my mistake" he doesn't believe him for a second

"where are my snacks!"

"our snacks! an Quinn's about to bring them out!"

Quinn brought out a tray with the snacks then a moment later the tea set they would be using for the evening.

"hay thats my favorite color i didn't think they had a tea set with it neat"

"there are a bunch of tea sets after we wash this one it will be your gift for coming!"

"this whole set? really? is that ok?"

"if you don't my henchmen's tea set will be as big as her collection of stuffed animals"

"rude i have a reasonable amount of fuzzy friends~!"