#i would give the kitten whiskers over to u

[fatuismooches]

HIII ITS ME.. I'VE RISEN FROM MY GRAVE :3 I'm here to spam your inbox some more /j

AHAGSH8DH88HDIHIDHOHD I would love to bathe with dottore or the segments... so cute 😭 I wanna snuggle with him in warm water and wash his crusty hair that he probably only washes once a week 💀

I like my water very warm so im just imagining dottore/segment recoiling when they first touch the water LMFAO like they can handle it probably but they just weren't expecting it to be so hot 💀

onto cleaning dottores hair :33 I like to imagine Dottore just staring at the wall as you scratch his scalp (like the iconic webttore panel) he's just going 👁_👁 (quick off topic but I think about that panel a lot he looks so silly 😭😭 I've even started unconsciously making the face when i space out)

AAUAUUUUFHG78GG8H8DHHHHD7GD7IHEHIS I need to give him so many kisses 😭 why can't he be real... I want my kitten whiskers...

Anyway I hope you've been doing good :D

- 🐓

I LOVE THE IDEA OF BATHING WITH DOTTORE... it just seems so intimate and gentle, which is normally the opposite of any activities you really do with the scientist. Helping each other get clean after a long day (what stains are on his clothing? you already know the answer!) Most of the time you like to lean back into his chest as he holds you, you often use this position to force Dottore to stay in the bath longer, no you will not get off him! Or when you're washing his hair, the positions are reversed. He won't admit it but he likes the feeling of you washing him, hands running all over his body. His eyes would be closed, and if you dare to stop for a few moments, he'll open them and you'll get scared from the blood-red eyes peering at you. If you're going to start something, you better keep it up until the very end. I like to think if you're bathing with more than one segment they start trying to bicker in the bath... you have to shush them up because this is a relaxing peaceful time! Also a very good feeling in general, I mean, you have two Dottores all over you. Don't splash water at them though, it'll be 2v1.

I ALSO LIKE MY WATER VERY WARM... my mom yells at me because it's bad for my skin... he and the segments could definitely handle the heat but they would be more worried for you... like surely this isn't healthy for you...? Are you okay? If you burn yourself, come to them immediately.

I LOVE THAT WEBTTORE PANEL TOO!! All his panels are iconic tbh 🙏 I have a post saved with every panel of him, I look at it when I'm feeling insane. Honestly, he would probably have a blank look on his face in the beginning because he can't really believe this is happening, and he's being so vulnerable, and on top of that he's enjoying it all! Dottore's face would look blank but inside his mind is racing with many thoughts. He's wondering if he could get you to do this again tomorrow without seeming like he's being needy.

[thechaoticplayer]

politely requesting possessive sex with melo and hex where they fucking fight over the reader and try to get her to say their name instead of the other please i am so feral for them

Author's note: whore 🤡🤡🤡 bro said I'm taking two at once that's crazy (btw I tried to make it longer for u but yk I suck)

Summary: possessive sex with lady meloco and sir hex who are in a damn competition to see who's name comes out your mouth first bc siblings are like that

Contains: nsfw content, possessiveness, praise, x fem reader, meloco x reader x hex, disgusting and pathetic smut again, very tiny degrading, 2 rounds, blowjob, pussy eating etc None of my works are proofread my kitten whiskers

You didn't exactly remember how you got in this position, sat in front of a mirror and being forced to watch as MELOCO KYORAN plays with your bundle of nerves, while you sit impaled by HEX HAYWIRE's girth with the occasional thrust up into your core that made you see stars.

"You feel good, pretty girl?" Melo asks with a small pinch that makes you whine in response. "Awww, so cute. Only I could ever get those noises out of you."

The last sentence targeted at Hex who simply scoffs. And with a thrust, you slap a hand over your mouth with a moan. "Sure, you can get her to whimper and whine, but i can get her to moan."

Melo glares at Hex, who glares back. You could feel the tension start to rise in the room, and sweat behinds to collect on the back of your neck. You would know what happens next.

Both start leaving marks and kisses down your soft throat, not even going easy on you. The harsh bites left you gasping, face reddening as they suckle on your flesh, all the while seeming to growl at each other like territorial animals. You couldn't do much about it, since it was they who could decide when you can cum. Melo was still toying with your clit, the incoming orgasms slowly approaching.

"Well if you think you can such sounds out of her, can you get her to say your name?" Melo cooes, massaging your clit at a faster rate.

You choke back a sob, resting your head back onto Hex's back. A low groan escapes his lips as he feels you squeeze around cock. Just as you feel the knot in your stomach about to snap, her fingers pulls away.

"I can get her to say my name before yours," Hex declares, the reason why Melo's fingers were now in the air and not in between your legs was him, who at the very last second snatched it away. Your essence dripped down her fingers and Melo jerked her hand out of his grip, sticking a tongue out at him before licking up the juices.

"Please..." you plead softly, squirming on the therapist's lap.

"Oh... fuck, princess give me a second," Hex whispers in your ear, before rising to his feet and bringing you with him. The sudden movement against your sensitivity causes you to whine in slight protest.

In a flash, the exorcist takes her place before you, squishing you in between the two student council members. One of her hands cups your bare breast, her thumb brushing over the hardening nipple and the other back to your swollen cunt. Hex still deep inside, chuckles in your ear.

"She was mine first, I set my eyes on her first," Melo says, narrowing her eyes at Hex.

"Well, you weren't the one who made the first move, did you now?" Hex counters, with a roll of his hips. Your eyes flutter shut, trying to suppress any noises from further slipping.

"Well, i touched her first!"

While they were bickering back and forth, your core drips onto the floor, embarrassingly so. Still sheathed in Hex's cock with occasional thrusts and Melo's ministrations on both your clit and nipple, only amplified the rejected orgasm. You begin panting like a bitch in heat, bucking into either with a soft whimper.

"What's wrong pretty girl?" Melo suddenly asks, her hand now tilting your chin up to look at her as tears form in your eyes. "Aww, you want to cum right?" You nod desperately. "Maybe if you moan my name first, I'll let you cum first."

Hex practically rolls his eyes back into his skull, slowly exiting your entrance before slamming hard back into you, his hands tight on your hips to keep you from falling forward. You cry out, gripping onto the excostist's shoulders for stability.

"Cmon love," Hex says into your ear, hands traveling your sides. "Say my name."

"No, say mine."

Your breaths get heavy as both begin to fuck into you at the same time, Melo trapping your mouth in a passionate kiss as Hex takes possession of your throat once more. His slow thrusts into you and her skilled fingers rubbing circles against you.

"She's mine," Hex growls at his classmate, slapping your ass to make you squeal against her lips.

"No, she is not!" Melo argues, bending down slightly to pop a nipple into her mouth. Your eyes roll back from the immense pleasure growing in the base of your stomach. You grip Melo's hair to press her further into you, and you reach up to Hex's face to caress it shakily.

Both seem to pause for only a moment, realizing you refusing to pick a side.

"What a naughty naughty girl you are," Melo tsks, drawing away from your swollen nipple. "Come on, cum for me."

Hex's shoves himself deep into you, nearly brushing against your cervix. "Cum for me too, darling."

Your cries increase in volume as you throw your head back against the taller, panting and moaning as the two make quick work of you. In a matter of seconds, the cord inside you snap as you released hard all over both Melo's hand and the therapist's length. Even more of your essence dripped onto the floor.

The two of them pull away, Hex's girth slowly dragging against your walls as he holds you upright. Melo cleans of her fingers, eyeing you like a cat would a mouse.

"Kneel," both the therapist and exorcist says in unison.

You look between them in a half dazed, half confused state. "...what?"

"On the floor, princess," Hex repeats, pushing down on your shoulders so you naturally give in, sitting in your own puddle of arousal. He moves to stand in front of you, his cock right in your view and in vicinity. "I want you to suck me off love."

"And i..." Melo drops to the floor as well, lays down and gestures to her face. "Come down here so you can sit on my face."

Your face flushes. What a dirty, dirty thing they had come up with! Round two already? You tried your best to ignore the growing flame in the pit of your tummy, squeezing your thighs together.

"Cmon princess, we don't have all day," Hex gently chides and you slowly get up and over Melo. "Good girl."

As you were about to carefully seat yourself on Melo's mouth, she grips your thighs, sharp nails digging in and shoves you down. A moan rips from your chest, mouth open and Hex took the opportunity to slide his cock in your mouth.

Hex groans at how good your mouth feels, pistoning in and out of your mouth easily, his fat tip already leaking pre cum and hitting the back of your throat each and every time. It almost made you gag a couple of times, tears running down your face.

Melo makes a mess out of your pussy, slurping all your arousal and sucking hard on your clit. Her tongue flicks in and out of your entrance and you clench around seemingly nothing. Melo moans into your scalding pussy and this shoots electricity up your spine, eliciting a moan out of your around Hex's dick.

"Fuck," Hex groans, grasping your hair hard as your eyes flutter shut. "Who's a good slut, hmm? Moan for me. I know you have a lot in your mouth right now sweetheart, but cmon, moan my name for me."

Teeth grazes your clit and you nearly jump. Clearly, Melo physically voiced her opinion as well. You knew she wanted you to moan her name, not the therapist.

You suck greedily on Hex's length, getting an approving hum in reward. Melo spreads your folds wider, tongue licking a stripe up your cunt. You ride her face hard, and received another approving hum from the exorcist this time.

Yet again, another orgasm tears through your body, causing you to shudder from head to toe with a drawn out moan. Melo helps you ride out your orgasm, her rough sucking decreasing to small kitten licks, cleaning you up.

Hex helps you dress again as Melo continues cleaning you up, exchanging glances with one another as you try to regain your breath.

"She didn't say either of our names today," Melo notes, letting you rest your head in her lap and she rubs your shoulder.

"That's alright," Hex responds simply. "We'll get her to next time."

Your eyes visibly widen at that.

What the hell does he mean, next time?

[zo1nkss]

Ed x Stede adopting a pet together?

Anon u just made my whole day. I'm about to use my favorite fucking trope on Ed rn. I'm winning at life.

A Whisker Away

It's not that Ed was against the idea of getting a pet. He didn't dislike animals. But there were a lot of factors that went into having a pet on a moving vescel in the middle of the ocean.

Questions like how was it going to get enough exercise for an animal? Even the smallest of beasts deserved the freedom to roam as far as it wanted. And what if it couldn't swim or didn't like water? What if it hates boats, or get s sea sick a lot? Who's going to be responsible and clean up after it when it shits on the poop deck? ["No, Stede, that's not why it's called a poop deck."]

He also wasn't a huge fan of things that constantly demanded his attention. Sure he and Izzy had managed to get along for awhile, but that was before he made his choice of alliances and respect and loyalty very clear. But Izzy was a person who could talk and tell him what he wanted. Ed was terrible at guessing games. It's why his little attempt at mimicking the high life had gone so terribly. And animals needed so many things he wasn't privvy to.

But somehow, Stede had managed to convine him. The bastard sure had a way with words(and hands, and mouths, and tongues-) and knew just what to say to get Ed to cave.

"Oh, don't be so grumpy." Stede said from across the rom, where he lounged across their shared bed entertaining the small fuzzy creature. "He's so cute. How can you be mad at a face like this?" Ed glanced over with an indignant huff and rolled his eyes. Stede was looking at him in gleeful expectation, the tiny kitten hanging from his grasp and crying out softly as it looked across the room at Ed. Could it even see him, he wondered. BUt it wasn't the cat that had his chest clenching and heart softening. Oh, he was cute alright - but Stede was so completely enamored by the small thing that Ed couldn't help but thaw a little under his gaze. "Whatever," he dismissed, turning away if only to escape the pull of those eyes.

"Oh, just give him a chance darling." Stede's voice came from beside him then, and something cold and fuzzy pressed into Ed's cheek followed by the muffled cry of the kitten. "He's so sweet, you'll really love him. I'm sure of it." A loud crash sounded from up top and Stede cursed before placing the cat in Ed's lap and running off th make sure everything was okay, a half-frantic "Watch the cat!" tossed over his shoulder as the door closed behind him.

Ed, arms lifted and nose pinched in distaste as he looked down at the small inoffensive creature, sighed as it cried pathetically up at him. "Oh, give it a rest, will ya?" he said back, knowing it wouldn't understand a word he said. "I don't hate you, okay? I just don't know what I'm doing." It cried again and he reluctantly stroked it's head with his hand. The kitten semed to like that, so he rolled his eyes and let it have the attention it wanted.

And it was fine. You know. Nothing special. normal. Boring, even. Nothing good or bad, just-

"Hey, what's that you're doing?" Was it growling, or purring? The sound got louder and louder, until he could feel it through the hand stroking the cats head. "Oh-" it rubbed against his hand and Ed felt himself softening even more than before. The damned thing really was sweet, Stede wasn't lying. "Alright, I s'pose this isn't so bad."

The cat got comfrtable in his lap and Ed knew he was doomed. Stede would never let him hear the end of it. He'd put up such a fit about getting the cat and sulked all the way back to the ship. But it's adorable face and mellow demeanor had him absolutely endeared now, and Stede was going to be so fucking smug about it.

~

"You sure everything's alright, Roach?" Stede asked, lingering near the doorway.

"Yeah, man! Everything's great, it was just the pans, and you helped clean those up." With a shrug, Roach waved him off and Stede made his way back to the captain's quarters.

"Alright, I'm sorry for leaving you alone with the cat but Roach dropped some pots while cooking everyone dinner, and-" Stede stopped in his tracks when he took in the sight before him. Ed was sprawled out on their bed, arms and legs starfished and taking up the whole thing, with the kittin curled up and sleeing in the crook of his neck. The man himself was snoring loudly, but the cat didn't seem to mind. With a triumphant smirk, Stede reached over and pet the kitten but was rudely interrupted when Ed groaned and swatted his hand away, then rolled over and covered himself and the cat in blankets.

"Don't fuckin' make my cat up, mate." He said, curling up on his side and nuzzling what Ed presumed was the sleeping cat.

"Your cat?" Stede asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Excuse me, Captain, but I spent three weeks convincing you to let me bring that cat home and I will not be undermined on my own ship-"

"-our ship-"

"-like-" Stede cut off after he heard Ed's interjection, mouth agape but eyes alight with amusement. "Oh, suddenly it's our ship."

Ed hummed in response, a prideful sound in the back of his throat. "Our ship, my cat." he declared. "Don't worry, love, you'll get the hang of it."

"Oh, I'm going to get something, I'll tell you that much!" Stede said before tackling him quite clumsily. Ed simply let out a short laugh and rolled to keep the cat away from him, but in the comotion the only managed to wake the sleeping kitten and they both halted when it let out a grumbly little meow of disapproval.

"I think we just got scolded by a kitten." Ed commented, looking over at the annoyed cat in surprise.

"I would say we most certinly did." Stede agreed, brows raised as they both stared over at the glaring creature. "What do you say, truce?"

Ed looked over at the hand offered to him and considered shaking it. But at the last second, he snatched the kitten and ran off out of the room. "Edward!" Stede called as he took off running after him.

[bread0nhead]

Whisker me away~ 18+

Shiggy x F!Neko-reader

Warning: smut, breeding kink, language

Request: Hey love I hope ur having a good day, can u please write a little story where the reader joins the LOV and has a cat like quirk ( and can turn into a cat) and shigaraki just falls in love with them. ( btw can u write some smut and can u make shigaraki shy, insecure and cute) 💕 - ANON

“No... absolutely not. You can not just bring a dirty stray cat in here. Get it out.”

“Dirty stray cat? Excuse me?”

Everyone except for Toga holding the small cat in her arms were in shock when they heard the small feline speak.

“She’s not a stray! She’s a really pretty girl that I recruited! She’s so cuuuute I want to stabby stab!”

Your tail fluffed up double in size from the terrifying comment from the small blonde currently holding you. Eager to get away from the crazy, you pounce out, landing all fours on the cold wood flooring.

“I assure you, my coat is very clean!”

With your rebuttal, bright lights circled around you- revealing your true human form. If everyone was shocked before, they are absolutely mind fucked when this small (h/c) cat turned into a beautiful woman. You brush your fingers through your hair and bat your dazzling (e/c) around the group standing before you. Your eyes landed on the leader of the group. You recognized him from the media, his periwinkle hair, long slender form and the disembodied hand covering his face. He was rather intimidating in person. His red eyes piercing through, and the cold dead hand clearly did not warm up his character. Your ears dropped down and your tail curled between your legs. Ugh, you hate how your feline side gives away your mood. Trying to put on a brave front, you take in a sharp breath and march over to Tomura Shigaraki- determines to impress your (hopefully) future leader.

“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N!”

Silence... okay... this is a little awkward. Must be a tough guy kinda thing!”

“I am very inspired by your actions, and eager to see you change this society for the better!”

Silence again... okay, what the hell do I have to do to impress this guy?!

“Uh, well, as you saw earlier..” your index claw lightly scratches at your cheek “... I am able to turn into a cat, I also have cat like reflexes, I can see in the dark, my smell in far superior, I also have these sharp teeth and claws! I... I think I’ll be a good asset to the team. If you’ll have me?”

Silence.... you have to got to be kitten me...

“Hey boss-man... the girl is talking to ya...” Dabi cringed at the awkward interaction (if he could call it that) before him. What no one realized was the internal panicking going on inside Shigarakis head. What the fuck she is so cute! She’s so small, but those eyes are so big! Oh shit, I missed everything she said! Fuckin speak, damnit!

“.....okay....”

Nice.

“Ummm.... okay? Thank you?”

Shigaraki started picking at his neck while giving you a confirming hum before walking away to his room.

“Okay! Well that was weird! Let me show you to your room! We can be best friends and do each other’s nails and hair and talk about boys! I like this boy, Izuku!”

“I don’t think he likes me.”

“Don’t worry kitten, he doesn’t like anyone.” Dabi snickered.

Toga and Twice lead you to your new room, which apparently is next to you bosses. You could hear what sounded like Fire Emblem coming from behind his door. The walls are pretty thin, so you could hear everything in the game as if he was playing in your own area. After getting settled in, Toga and Twice paraded off letting you finally relax for the night. The room was dark, dusty, and had absolutely no taste. You started to wonder if this was a good idea. Pushing those thoughts aside, you relaxed on your bed, curling up into the blankets. It felt so good to finally rest your paws! However, there was no way you would be able to fall asleep with all the noise coming from the shared wall with Shigaraki. You really wanted to play too, you love Fire Emblem and playing with new toys. Your ears perked up with the sounds, your tail began to slowly wag. That’s it! You are going over there, and asking to watch him play! Maybe he will be more friendly this time?

Knocking on his door, you could hear his feet shuffling around with a deep grown and various colorful words.

“What!? Oh.... hi”

“Hi! By any chance are you playing Fire Emblem?”

“.... yes”

Yeeesh, what a chatter box.

“Oh! I love that game! Can I play with you? Or I can just watch!”

You couldn’t see it behind the gray hand, but his face was turning bright red and he was beginning to sweat from the anxiety. He felt like such an idiot getting worked up like this, you’re just a damn girl! He’s not like this to Toga, so why the hell is he so worked up?

“Sure.”

Opening his door wider, gesturing for you to come in. His hand feaverishly scratches at his neck. You looked around at how messy the room was. How is he supposed to lead an organization, when he can’t even organize?! But once your eyes locked on to the pretty lights beaming from the monitor, your tail begins to wag again and your ears are peaked up. Your mouth curls into a cute cat like smile and Tomura can even hear you purring. Your tail lifted up your pleated skirt just a bit from the wagging, he got a quick peak at the cute frilly panties you had on under. Tomura could feel his jeans get tighter. To prevent you from seeing his erection, Tomura quickly sits down on his bed, placing a pillow over his lap. He picks his controller back up and begins to play again. Mindlessly, you curl up next to him and watch in awe as the bright pixels illuminated your eyes. Playing was so damn hard next to you, such a distraction. Your shirt showed so much cleavage from his angle too. He couldn’t win any of the battles. Feeling like a huge idiot, he tosses the controller over to you with a frustrated moan. Your whole body bolts up with energy from your curled position, to sitting on the edge of his bed. Your tail wiggled around, and you were practically bouncing with excitement. You managed to beat the boss battle, and Tomura hated being shown up. But... he would have won if you weren’t so damn cute.

“You... really like this game.”

“Yeah! I have played them all! Even the mobile version!”

Tomura thought it was so adorable how excited you sounded over a game. Palming the pillow lower into his lap, he is painfully reminded the effects you have on him.

“You can keep playing. I’m done. I have already beat this game, so don’t worry about it.”

You were elated to be spending this time with your boss, and getting to play your favorite game again. Scooching further back in the bed, you’re side by side with Tomura. Your leg keeps brushing against his every time you move. Your shoulders are touching, he can feel the heat off your body. Your tail is curled next to him, gently wiggling. Tomura is fixated on your tail, it’s just... so cute. Without even thinking, the back of him hand strokes your tail making you yelp in surprise.

“Oh shit, sorry! I don’t know what I was doing...”

“Nonono, it’s okay! It just surprised me. I actually like being pet! Kinda... a cat thing I guess.”

You drop your head onto the pillow still resting on his lap. Your tail picks up speed and the purring starts up again. Tomura tensed up from the sudden contact. His hand is hover over your head, while your still playing the game. His fingers twitch at the thought of touching you in a way he has never done before. To Tomura, it felt like time has stopped and the weight of his hand was unbearable. Holding his breath, he finally starts to pet your hair with the back of his hand. You are so soft! Your ears drooped just a bit, showing your relaxed state. Fascinated by how cute they are, Tomura pinches both earls lightly and start to circle his fingers around the soft fur. He could tell you were enjoying this by how loud your purring got. Not too shortly into the calming pets, you fall asleep in his lap.

The sun peaking through the blinds making your eyes squint, releases a quiet yawn. You stick your butt in the air and arch your back, stretching your arms infront of you. Cat stretches. When your body woke up, you realized you weren’t in your room. Next to you was your boss completely knocked out next to you. He still had cloths on, that’s a good sign! You get really close to his face to just stare at this, sniffing him face here and there. Your tail floofed up from the sudden groggy groan coming from the sleeping man before you. You watch as his eyes opened, showing his stunning red. The realization that you were nose to nose with him, alerted him to jump awake and scurry in the bed trying to get space. He tried to hide his heated face with the back of his hand.

“Y-you fell asleep... here.”

“Yeah, I do that. Ahh~ nothing like a good petting to just knock me out.”

Tomuras eyes darted anywhere beside your direction, trying to avoid looking at you. This was way too much for him, especially at such an hour. He would never say it, but he loved the thought up waking up to you- how cute your bed head looked, and the sleepy look on your face. Too fucking cute.

Every night since you joined the LOV, you and Tomura played games until you passed out from his comfy pets. You haven’t slept a single night in your own bed. You don’t even know what sleeping in the bed they provided was like. You both enjoyed each others company, plus you were a pretty good gaming partner. You started running campaigns together in Diablo, so you both spent hours on hours together. Alone. In his room. At very late hours. Hours where everyone else was probably asleep. Unable to hear. Thinking about it always lit up his face, and his cock.

Tomura kept checking the digital clock on this laptop. You should have been back from your mission hours ago. It’s already so late, you’re usually already half way done with a campaign game by now. Where the hell are you?

The door to your room clanks shut. Tomura perks up from his seated position and walks over to your room. Because he’s the boss, and obviously because he needs a run down of the mission. NOT because he missed you. Nonono, he just needed a report... yeah.

Three light knocks tap against the wooden door. You decide to ignore the sounds, and curl back into your ball. A moment of silence is then followed by another set of three knocks.

“Not now, Tomu...”

You didn’t have to ask who it was. You knew. And it was the one person you wanted nothing to do with at the moment. The new pet name made Tomuras heart beat faster. He needed to know you were okay, he needed to see you. Throwing caution to the wind he decides to open the door to your room anyways. You shoot him a nasty look for ignoring your request. But your features begin to soften up when you see his handsome face. His slender toned body. His candy red eyes. You could smell his pheromones dripping from his skin. Your eyes don’t come off of him as he walks closer to you, eventually taking a seat next to you. Tomura lets out a long sigh when he sees you are fine. Giving three pats to his lap, he signals you to cuddle up to his lap as you always do. Your eyes focus on his lap, thinking about what is hidden under his tight jeans. Cheeks heating up and you could feel a small amount of drool cornering your lips. So many lewd thoughts raced in your mind. Your body was begging for his seed. You needed it like you needed air.

“What are you staring at?”

Opting out of the usual of resting your head on his lap, you go for all of it. You stand up in front of him, mind completely clouded of primal instincts to mate. You dip your hands under your skirt, and pull down your wet panties. Tomuras mouth drops and he’s fumbling for any string of words he can muster. You straddle both legs around his waist, wet cunt placed directly on his clothed cock. He could feel your wetness bleeding through his fabric. You rocked your hips back and forth, feeling the friction rubbing against your sex. A soft wimper sang on your voice. The erotic sound made Tomura moan with his mouth still hanging open. The feeling had him bucking up into you, trying to feel as much as he could. This was so new to him, he is far to socially inept to ever have a moment like this with a girl before. His eyes rolled back as you continued to grind down on him.

“Nnnh, I’m sorry Tomu...”

His eyes fluttered back open and locked onto you. There’s that name nickname again. So fucking cute.

“I-ah- I stayed out super late because I didn’t want you to see me like this. I’m sorry... I can’t help it now- ahhh- I need you! Please, Tomu, I need you to breed me! Fuck me full! Fill me with your seed! Make me nothing but your breeding bitch!”

He didn’t have time to think about what the you were saying, the moment you said you needed him- it was game over. Lust filled his mind- his dick replaced his brain. Gripping your shirt with both hands, he turned the fabric into dust. His mouth latched onto the top of your tits that were spilling out of your bra. As his lips sucked on the skin, turning the spot red. Tomura made work of turning your bra into nothing. Your tits bounced as they came free, making Tomura whisper under his breath a pool of profanity. His mouth hooked onto your perk nipple and the other hand pinched and played with the other breast. You were panting, moaning, chanting his name. You flooded him pants with your juices. The grinding sped up, trying to get any kind of release. You couldn’t wait any longer... you needed it now. Swinging to his side, your hands fumbled around the button and zipper of his pants. Tomura stands up to let the jeans fall to the floor, pooling around his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock was on full display before you. Within seconds, you wrapped your mouth around the base of his shaft- chockin on his length. You had no patience- you wanted cum. That simple. Bobbing your throat along his cock, you gag as it hit the back of your mouth. Tomura didn’t even have to grab the back of your head to force you to go faster or deeper. You were sucking his dick like a god damn professional. Frantic fast movements, sopping wet sucking, taking every single inch of his cock. Tomura held onto the chair behind him for support, you were moving so fast and hard he had to brace himself. He was sure he was going to pass out from the pleasure. His toes started to curl and his grunts got louder. He was screaming your name telling you how much of a good slut you are. His sex kitten. You knew everyone could hear, and it just made you all the wetter. His cum filled your mouth, the warm salty thick liquid glided down your throat as you swallowed every single drop. Tomura was panting and sweating, his high was riding for so long. While he was still on cloud nine, you grab his waist, turning him around and pushing him down on the bed.

“What are you doing? Ah! Fuck!”

You shoved his cock into your pussy, riding it with such great speed. You squatted over his dick, bouncing up and down, letting your tits jiggle in Tomuras face.

“I need more! I need you to breed me! Fill me until my womb is bursting with your cum!”

You were loud- you were sure everyone else was probably pleasuring themselves to your sexual demands. Tomura gripped onto your hips, with his pinkies raised, and slammed you down onto his length until his head kissed your cervix. You were both screaming and moaning. Covered in drool, sweat, cum. You looked like a filthy slut, and he was fucking loving it. Your hips grinded on him in all directions. You felt his cock inside of you poking at your walls, completely rearranging your guts. As your tongue pulled out of your mouth, eyes rolled back in your head, your cunt releases itself all over Tomuras naked body. Milking him hard, he feels his balls tighten up again- releases his second load inside of you. Your pussy sucked up everything he had, filling you with his seed. But you weren’t done. You still needed more. You continue fucking his cock, making Tomura a screaming crying mess. He was overstimulated, his dick was red and sore. It felt like his whole body turned numb, and all he could feel was the explosive feeling in his dick. But you kept going- your humping became frantic and sloppy. Going too fast to have any kind of rhythm. The bed was moving from its original position with the force of your fucking. You kept this up for two hours- causing Tomura to release inside you an additional three times. By the end of it, you were oozing out his cum as your womb was stuffed with his seed. You both were panting and lying there naked. Cum was everywhere. The room smelt like sex. Scratch marks littered the floor from the feet of the bed being tossed around so much. The covers and blankets scattered all over the room. Every square foot of the room looked like it has been fucked in. Your body could finally relax as it absorbed his essence inside of you. You curled up onto his naked body, purring from utter bliss. Tomura stroked your tail until you finally fell asleep.

In the morning, you explained to Tomura that every month you go into heat. It hurts really bad, and you didn’t want to scare him off since you also explained how you like his as more than a friend. Tomura decided to lock down the relationship, saying you should never have to go through heat alone again. Really, he just doesn’t want to share that pussy with anyone. Everyone cracked jokes about that night for a week, mocking Tomura with childish comments and mimicking all the dirty things he screamed in the night. After that night, every night ended with kitty cuddles, video games and getting completely dicked down until you were a crying begging mess.

“Goodnight, Kitten...”

/END

[yuziyuanapologist]

Please tell us what kind of cat energies other cql characters have.

hello anon! so you might just be making fun of me with this ask bc I know i do nothing but talk about cats however I am taking it seriously so if that is not what you wanted please look away now!

to recap: lan xichen = orange boy cat

also disclaimer - we do not do cat breeds here. no sir. we also discourage you from reading too much into cat stereotypes. all cats are individuals it is really not much to do with their colour or gender. also we do not know why we are referring to myself as we, but that's just how it is now. blah blah blah.

as for the rest :

lan wangji = big tortoiseshell energy. I know that they are only female but I think honestly that is just very gender of him. so he's like one of those really puddingy tortoiseshell cats, will whack u if u pet him wrong, will curl up on ur lap and be the warmest ball of fluff if u Behave

wei wuxian = not to be predictable but he's a black cat. one of those that has silly time every night at 3am. sometimes he disappears for three days at a time but he always shows back up when u least expect it, covered in mud and sometimes with his ear split

jiang cheng = let's be honest he's probably grey. like a really sleek grey cat that u would see on a cat food advert. despite his appearance he will hiss and growl at Anything That Moves. he has his people that are His People and the rest should Stay Away Or Get Scratched.

jiang yanli = old lady tabby cat. she probably has no teeth but is the gentlest little cat you ever have met. instantly your friend, and will chirp at you because You Are Her Kitten Now

nie huaisang = okay. so. one time I met this cat that was like. super pretty, white cat, blue eyes, lil bit fluffy, you know the type. shoulda been called duchess except i think her name was sapphire but yknow. everyone who met her was like oh she's the most gorgeous cat I've ever met! and they were WRONG. she was purely evil, literally a demon. her meow sounded like metal screeching. she did not know what a litter tray was. she was plotting my death. and no, she never even scratched me. but I bet that when I hit my head on the door on the way out that was her fault. so that's nie huaisang.

nie mingjue = big Big street cat with the cheekies, been straying for years, probably doesn't have a full tail or his ears intact, his nose is all scritchy scratchy. HOWEVER. once you gain his trust it is over for you hoes. he will literally fall over onto you and rest his entire weight on you for affection. a good boy.

jin guangyao = I don't know but he has really big ears. probably a silver tabby. always squinting at u, and yes that means cat friendship. but u have a sneaking suspicion he has gone beyond cat body language

jin zixuan = fluffy tabby cat. insists that you brush him three times a day at precise hours. probably has a fainting couch and glass dishes like that tumblr cat, you know the one.

wen qing = again I'm not sure about colour, maybe another grey cat. she doesn't care about you and she wants you to know it. however, if you are sad, she will mysteriously appear in the same room as you. but it was an accident.

wen ning = a kitten. very stupid and will fall over himself trying to get attention. like when u scratch at the base of his tail he will stand up so high that he goes head over heels.

xue yang = like a version of Wei wuxian except that he's Actually Feral and his whiskers are all missing and he's the scruffiest cat you ever did see. but he Wants that tuna and you Will give it to him.

xiao xingchen = another orange boy cat, but a very fluffy one with white paws and chest. knows he is pretty and would like belly rubs about it please and thank u

song lan = i am running out of cats at this point. probably another grey one though. no touchy.

okay that is a good place to stop I am so sorry

[vickyburr]

@isaakandreyevs requested a fic about Warriors AU Ursalrich (Bearfang and Lavendersong) discussing Wolfstar. (Pre Viszla in this AU.) So I will give u battle cats *rubs hands together*

But also, thank you for supporting this AU, my dude! You're like the biggest supporter for this. :)

Lavendersong, the medicine cat of Taigaclan, sat near the entrance of his den, sorting herbs. He would shuffle the various plants around with his paw, leaning down to sniff at older looking herbs. If he scrunched his nose up with a dissatisfied whisker tremble, he would grab it in his mouth, and toss it to the side, before moving on.

The small tom had been at this for a few hours. His neck ached, as he had hardly moved from his hunched over position for the entire time. He cast a glance over to the growing pile of bad herbs, then to the dwindling supply he could actually use. With an inward groan, he narrowed his amber eyes into slits, grumbling as he finally stood. 'I didn't WANT to have to go gather herbs today...' He thought sourly.

Pawsteps at the entrance of his den soon caused his ears to perk lightly... Or as much as his folded ears could perk. He turned to see who was there, thinking it might be just another kitten with a thorn stuck in their paw-pad. But to his surprise, the newly appointed deputy, Bearfang, was there instead.

She had changed a lot from the arrogant and bossy apprentice she used to be. Now, while still sharp-tongued as ever, she was more stoic and stern. That could be attributed to the recent loss of her older sister, the deputy before her. Nonetheless, it was still a surprise to see her. The two had hardly had any time to be in each other's presence anymore.

This had started after his mentor, Mosswhisker, had died two months into his training. After that, he could no longer spare time to accompany her, or Owlstrike- then Owlpaw, on hunting patrols. "Can I talk to you?" She finally said, her expression practically unreadable.

He looked from his herb supply, then back to her. The grey tom needed to gather more for his supply. He had so much to do... But... The medicine cat looked back to her. She had been one of his closest friends from the time the two had been in the nursery... Up until their duties put a distance between them. "If you're busy, I understand-"

"No-" Lavendersong's eyes widened when he'd realized he cut her off. Friend or not, she was still the deputy of their clan.

Bearfang tipped her head to the side. The large she-cat didn't seem upset by this. The medicine cat blinked, then sat down. "... What is it?"

She fully entered the den, taking up quite a bit of space. As the largest cat within the clan among a group of medium sized cats, she could forget how large she actually was. She sat down, her bushy tail curling around her fore-paws. "It's about Wolfstar, the leader of Blazeclan."

His ears pricked curiously. Why would she seek him out about this over Owlstrike, her mate? "I've tried to talk to Owlstrike about it... She fully supports him and thinks that his plan to unify the remaining traditional clans under his leadership is the right way to go..." His inward question was answered.

Bearfang paused for a moment, before continuing. "I don't trust it... You remember what he said at the last gathering, right?"

Lavendersong nodded. It was hard to forget the hinted threat within Wolfstar's words as he spoke to the other clan leaders about how to deal with the clans that had abandoned their traditional ways in the favor of pacifism. "He wants to bring the remaining four clans together... And from what I understand, Eclipseclan and Duskclan have already joined him."

"The medicine cats told you this?" Bearfang asked.

"Yeah. Not all of them are on board with it... It just seems like he wants control." The small tom looked down for a moment. "The other leaders might have 'Star' in their names and their nine lives... But it's more like they're beneath Wolfstar." He explained.

"Have you heard anything else?" She asked.

"Just because us medicine cats talk about a lot of happenings within our clans, doesn't mean we'll tell all. Especially the ones under Wolfstar's influence." He replied.

"I do know that he wants Taigaclan to join him." Lavendersong continued, watching the neck on Bearfang's back raise with irritation.

"So my mother can be stripped of her power? So he can make himself look like some savior?" The larger cat growled.

"Think about it, Bearfang. Taigaclan has some of the most formidable warriors in the clans. We are easily the strongest clan. He might see us as a useful ally." He reasoned.

The deputy's tail lashed. "Or he might view us as being in his way..."

Lavendersong shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea what goes on in his head. I don't know WHAT he plans to do about Sunclan, Emberclan, and Iceclan. I don't know much about him."

She let out a deep sigh, burying her chin into the fur that flowed from her neck like a mane. "Like I said, I don't trust him. I've heard... Rumors about him. About terrible things he's done to those who have opposed him."

Lavendersong rested his hazel eyes onto her. He wished he could press his muzzle to hers and tell her that things would work out, to not worry... His folded ears pinned to his head. She was with Owlstrike. Bearfang had chosen her. He was at a loss of what to say. "Listen. You and your mother know what is best for this clan." He meowed.

"Discuss it with her. Figure out where you two stand on this issue, then go from there... As for Owlstrike, she has her own opinions on this. You can try to convince her that she's wrong, but is it really worth the tension it will create in your relationship with her?" He said.

Bearfang looked at him for a long moment, contemplating. All he wanted was for her to be happy. He didn't want to see her hurting over such issues in her relationship with Owlstrike. She finally sighed. "You're right." Standing, the large cat padded back to the entrance of his den. "Thank you, Lavendersong. You always were the best to come talk to."

"And your voice of reason for the longest time." He replied jokingly. Starclan knew how many times he had to keep her from ripping the fur off of those who annoyed her as an apprentice.

The corners of her muzzle lifted into a smile. Something he hadn't gotten from her in a long time. He felt his pelt warm up, watching her as she padded outside, and back to her duties. Owlstrike greeted her, brushing up against her and nuzzling her. Bearfang returned this, as they walked across camp together. The medicine cat sighed, before turning to look back at his stock.

[howdoyousleep3]

Thoughts on baby bucky wearing a choker with a lil bell?? U can even add cat ears or sth if that's your thing idk

Oh. My. Goodness. 

I feel like I went a little cross-eyed reading this. 😍

When I think of this scenario I think of Bucky going out with Nat or Sam or someone around Halloween dressed as a cat/kitten. Something simple because Bucky is dragged alone short-notice, calls Steve, makes plans for Bucky to text him when he wants to be picked up, and off he goes.

The text comes through around 1 in the morning, surprisingly later than what Steve had expected, hopefully a sign that Bucky had a great time. When Steve rolls up, sees his Buck all flushed and a little drunk and laughing and--

Wearing a choker and little cat ears...

I feel like Steve’s vision would narrow down and he’d forget how to breathe and he’d feel his neck and cheeks grow hot and he’d chub up in his pants all within like two seconds. Bucky would duck into the car and look like perfection in these tight black jeans and a tight black shirt to match, a jean jacket, those ears and that choker. His face would be painted too, little whiskers and freckles, his nose darkened, looks adorable. Steve wants to eat him up. 

Bucky would be greeting him, kissing Steve on the cheek, putting his seat belt on and Steve is just staring, taking him in, basking in his confident and sugar sweet and loose boy and fuck he’s basically wearing a collar FUCK. 

Bucky would have stopped talking a while ago, is just staring right back at Steve with an amused smirk on his face, starts mumbling about how silly the costume is and how he didn’t have a ton of time to get ready and Steve just brings his hand up to curl it around the front of Bucky’s throat, right below the choker, shuts him up fast.

Bucky whimpers and Steve squeezes a little more, leans forward to give one slow kiss to Bucky’s open mouth, lets out a little rumble of a sigh. 

“This is...this is somethin’ else, sugar.”  

Steve can’t get over how pretty Bucky looks, eyes half-lidded and breath sweet from those fruity drinks and so pliant and immediately willing under Daddy’s grip. The choker is some sort of velvet material, is a dusty blue, damn near the color of Bucky’s eyes, has a little silver bell dangling there delicately between his collarbones. 

Steve wants to consume Bucky.

He runs his thumb along the velvet, jiggles the bell a little, purrs again and kisses at Bucky’s chin, his cheek, whispers, “Makes me wanna collar you myself, kitten. Y’wanna be Daddy’s kitten, baby? All mine to spoil? Huh?” Bucky’s eyes are wide, his breaths are shaky. He doesn’t answer, both knowing it’s rhetorical and that’s okay, the seed being planted, so Daddy gives Bucky one more kiss, eyes locked, whispers, “Everything comes off but this tonight, you hear me?” 

Bucky purrs. 

:))))))) 

God I am obsessed, how sweet is Bucky?? 

Love you, Anon! Thanks for being patient! 

[1doll-4u]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓: 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 — 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: aizawa x fem! reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,562

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cussing, sexual situations/smut (obviously), horrible writing, sexual content.

𝐀/𝐍: lowercase intended + if you have any character suggestions you can ask away.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈 | 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 — 𝐌. 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

a: aftercare

(what they’re like after sex)

this sleep deprived man would be very tired after sex and just give you lazy kisses all over your body and cuddle you.

if any markings he made hurt he would give them sweet kisses and promise to not go overboard next time.

b: body part

(their favourite body part of their partner’s, their partner’s favorite body part of theirs)

aizawa doesn’t have a favorite part of your body. he loves all of you and shows that in different ways.

your favorite body part of his is his face. the expressions he makes turn you on. the way his face has a slight flush to them and his lips part, letting out a hitched breath when your tongue traces the tip of his cock. his scruff also feels amazing against your skin. especially when it rubs against your thighs while his tongue is deep in you.

c: cum

(anything to do with cum basically)

he enjoys cumming in you and in your mouth. the feeling of both of you reaching your high at the same time and your cum mixing together makes him feel satisfied in a way.

you swallowing his cum is a real turn on for him because it shows how eager you are to please him.

d: dirty secret

(pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

bondage is something he is very interested in. the thought of your wrists and legs bound together with certain parts of you exposed excites him. he would tease your vulnerable form in many ways.

some of them would be continuously pounding into your overly sensitive flower and not stopping until you are screaming from the amount of pleasure, his mouth and fingers playing with your slit but stopping each time you move.

e: experience

(how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he is experienced but only with a few women in the past. he is acknowledgeable enough about a woman’s body but every woman’s body reacts differently to things so he’d take the time to really learn yours.

f: favorite position

(this goes without saying)

any position that’s comfortable for the both of you is fine with him. he is very accepting to any thing you may want to try.

g: goofy

(are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

aizawa isn’t the type to make jokes even in bed, he may smile at a few jokes you make but that would probably be it.

h: hair

(how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

he may be lazy but he does groom down there regularly. leaving it would cause him some discomfort. it’s a bit darker than his actual hair color.

i: intimacy

(how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

he doesn’t verbally express his love to you often, usually he does it physically. he isn’t the type to spout lovey dovey words because that isn’t him. sometimes he does say he loves you while cuddling.

if you were insecure about your appearance he’d mark your whole body with love bites and kisses, while marking parts of your body he’d explain why he loves each of them.

j: jack off

(masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t do it often sense he isn’t so fond of cleaning the mess afterwards. he only does it when it’s necessary. if you are busy or far from him he’d resort to dealing with it himself to relieve some stress.

k: kink

(one or more of their kinks)

pet play. this man loves cats and seeing his s/o scantily clad in a cute set of lingerie with cat ears, a tail, and whiskers to match will drive him crazy. he would take the owner to pet thing very seriously. the first thing he’d tell you to do is to meow for him.

“have you missed me kitten? i’m sorry i’ve been out for so long, i’ll make it up to you.”

l: location

(favourite places to do the do)

he likes to do it in the bedroom, it’s more private for the both of you. he isn’t the type to do anything intimate in public so risky public sex is a no.

m: motivation

(what turns them on, gets them going)

when you hug him from behind and plant kisses on his face and neck whenever he’s stressed. he’s hard to read for most people but with you, he’s like an open book. he really appreciates how observant you are to his emotions and feel the need to care for him.

n: no

(something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no risky public intimacy. he doesn’t want to ruin his image as a hero by a civilian possibly spotting the both of you doing something frisky and telling others.

he doesn’t care about how people view him much but he doesn’t want others to see him being intimate with you and deal with the consequences. most of which will be gossip with you involved.

o: oral

(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he is willing to give you oral if he knows you really enjoy it. for a man with a few words, he can turn you on pretty quickly with his rough and even raspier voice when filled with lust.

aizawa isn’t against receiving oral from you. he isn’t deeply into it but he does like it. if you are too shy to do it he won’t push you to.

p: pace

(are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

it all depends on how he feels. some days he’ll be rough, leaving you with all sorts of marks covering your neck down to the valley between your breasts. other days he’ll go slow, dragging things out and drinking in all the sweet little noises you make as he dips in and out of you.

q: quickie

(their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

he doesn’t like them as much as he likes actual sex. though he isn’t against it. he just likes prolonging things and finds it more pleasurable for the both of you to enjoy each other rather than feel the need to rush.

r: risk

(are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

he doesn’t like taking risks because he doesn’t want to take any chances on the possibility of someone catching you both doing something completely unprofessional. he wouldn’t be against experimenting as long as it is in the comfort of either your or his house.

s: stamina

(how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

aizawa can go at most, four rounds. usually it’s either two or three. he likes to have long sessions with you, trying out different things to find out what both of you like. he has a lot of patients and it doesn’t surprise you that he can hold himself from reaching his end for hours.

t: toy

(do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he does own toys but he uses them only on you. he likes to make you needy and wet for him by using them. edging you on until you can’t take it anymore. everytime you are about to come he’ll take the vibrator out of you and drink in your little disappointed whimpers.

“you look so good tied up and whimpering. is my little girl done being bad?”

“maybe i should leave the vibrator in you for a few hours.”

u: unfair

(how much they like to tease)

he loves to tease you, verbally and physically. whenever you let out a cute squick or moan he just can’t help himself but comment on it.

“make that sound again, i want to hear it. come on, make that sweet little sound kitten, unless you want me to stop?”

physical teasing is torturous. his long slender fingers prodding at your entrance and slowly sinking in, but not enough to reach the spots you want drives you crazy.

v: volume

(how loud they are, what sounds they make)

he isn’t too loud. a few deep raspy groans and breathy pants. he enjoys hearing the noises you make more so he tries to be quieter.

w: wild card

(get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he doesn’t admit it, but he gets turned on whenever you wear his clothes. seeing you in his black shirts that barely stops at your mid thigh is a sight he has engraved in his mind.

x: x-ray

(let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

he’s slightly bigger than average. his girth is just enough to satisfy you and his length isn’t too long or too short. he has a few veins but they aren’t very visible.

y: yearning

(how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive is fairly normal. it isn’t high, not unless he has been gone for awhile to assist in a mission.

z: zzz

(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he falls asleep very quickly with both arms wrapped around you and your legs tangled together. though he does care for you before doing so. (such as getting a warm wet rag to clean the both of you up and dressing you in his shirt + your underwear so you can be comfortable).

[sweetcatmintea]

When Cats Stare

Hello hello! Flash Fiction Friday again! I wanted to give you something a little more fun since I won’t be able to write for a while. I’m going to the land of beans on toast with my dad and I’m very excited! I’ve never been on a plane before, much less over seas! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story! Feedback is appreciated ^u^

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It’s never a good sign when your cat stares intently beyond you. You can tell they’re not daydreaming, but you don’t really want to know what they’re looking at. So, when my own furred goblin was sitting bolt upright on my chest in the middle of the night, staring at something, I did my best to ignore him and go back to staying up way too late watching videos on my phone. His persistence waivered my resolve. Usually he would flop himself against my face in a loving kind of smother. The closer to suffocation I am, the more he feels accomplished in his affection giving. But not tonight. He stared with those big green eyes into the space above my head. I figured I should at least try to assure him that the only thing silly enough to be up in the deep dark night was us.

“What are you looking at Bud? You staring at ghosties?” The last word was lost in a yawn.

His soft black fur was warm against my palms. He hunkered down, devoid of his usual purr, still staring.

“If it’s a demon, are you going to earn your rent and protect me like those animals in the hero pet compilations?” I kissed his little nose. “No, probably not. You’d leave me hanging, wouldn’t you, Basil Boy. I’d save you y’know. I mean, I probably wouldn’t be very good against a demon, but the thought is there.” Another yawn. At least my rambling was putting someone to sleep. Basil’s paw silenced my next round of spouted nonsense. The cheek of this cat! It’s hard to contain giggles at one in the morning. Harder still to contain the shriek. Long, slender fingers stretch like tendrils reached down from above. Cracked nails barely glanced my scalp when I looked up in my mirth. Fight, flight, or freeze. I froze. Burning, swirling, bottomless pits on a face of twisted fur matted with what I could only describe as ichor. The hand paused over me, deliberating. Its head tilted slowly, slowly, mechanically unwinding itself from the body while the neck grew longer and longer. Hot goats’ breath fanned my face. I sunk back as far as the twelve or so pillows allowed. It didn’t move. Basil, surprisingly, stayed hunkered on my chest. Of course he wouldn’t make things easier and just run away.

For several long seconds, we stayed like that. Me, pressed into my bed. Basil, squat on my torso. And the creature, looming above. No one moved. No one spoke. There’s an unwritten conversational rule where, if a silence stretches longer than four seconds, it becomes increasingly awkward. Not going to lie, I already don’t do well with social stuff. The more time stretched the more I hoped something would, well, happen.

“Sooo…” I began, tapping my index fingers against the mattress. “What brings ya here?”

It drew back. Not by a lot, still very much in my personal space bubble, but I’m not complaining. It was a start. Its mouth parted, tasting the thought before voicing it. (Or preparing to lunge, I’m not exactly a strange night creature psychologist.) Huh. There’s a beak under all that wiry fur. Cool.

“soOoO…” My own voice parroted back, warped. I guess the beak is just for show. The noise reverberated around us, no indication of its source. Other voices mixed in, creating a jittery, juttering kind of speech. “SsSooOO… SsssoooOoo…”

“… Cool… Are you uh.. Here to kill me maybe?”

“NnoOo.”

That’s promising. I’m sure they’re a very honest.. being…

“Are you a ghost?”

“nnNOo.”

Hmm. “Aaare you a demon?”

“YyEsS.”

K. “Are you here on business or pleasure? Not Pleasure pleasure. Fun pleasure. Like, a holiday or something.”

They pause, crinkling a long finger against their chin. A thinking pose. “PleAsUReee. NoTTt PPleaSuREE pleasure.”

Thank cat beans. That could have been awkward. Their neck clicked as they turned to look at Basil.

“PLeAsuRe…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re not here to steal my cat are you?”

No response. I sat up, drawing Basil closer to myself.

“I mean like, you can pat him if you don’t have that death touch thing going on, but he’s my baby. You can’t take him.”

“Ssoofftt…” They trailed a finger through his fur. The traitor started purring. “NicCee…”

Scooting up so I was sitting, I patted the bed, motioning for the demon to pop a squat beside me. They complied, creaking as they unfolded themselves joint by joint, from their ceiling perch. Basil wiggled from my grip, smacking me in the face with his tail in his haste to double cross me and sit in the demon’s lap. Somehow, I got the feeling this wasn’t their first meeting.

“So that’s Basil.”

“BaAssIiLll. LLikE BaSsIlL.”

“He’s a cool little dude. Do you have cats in the demon world, or where ever you come from?”

“CaaAnn. WaAnTtT BaaSiLLl.”

“Again, and this is super important, you can���t have Basil. He is my baby cat.” I leaned back, shoulders popping in that satisfying way. “Although, we might be able to arrange something for you.”

The demon tilted its head again. I could have sworn there was excitement in those deep, deep, deep pits. Deep, dark.. What was I saying? Oh yeah. Arrangements.

“One month. If you can show me that you are able to properly care for a cat, I’ll get you one in a months’ time. You can stay here and show me with Basil, or show me where you live and that you are able to fulfil a cats’ needs. They need more than food you know. You’ve gotta play with them, desex them, take them to the vet, make sure they have grass to munch on. It’s a big responsibility. I’ll show you some good websites though so you’re not going in blind or anything. What do you think? Sound good?”

They nodded. “SssoUnd GoOd.”

And that’s how I ended up with a demon roommate for a month. Once we got over the initial awkwardness like bathroom schedules, possible dietary issues, and the appropriateness of guests from the underworlds, it was actually pretty nice. We had long discussions about cats, obviously, but also about life. Our experiences were totally different, but we discovered new things together. They made a point of watching 2D animated movies with me and I got really into demonic card games. It was a lot of fun. We added each other on pokemon go and finally cleared some research tasks. They showed me their realm (more pokestops than you would expect) and we worked together to construct a proper cat enclosure using Ikea hacks and the Kitten Lady’s youtube videos. I even had a nice little existential… What’s the opposite of crisis? Calmness? Low-fi study music moment? Experience? Where life after death was confirmed. Damnation may be upgraded to Ikea jigsaws now. Sorry about that. That one’s on me…

It felt like no time at all had passed between that late night conversation and walking into the local animal shelter. The demon (who I should have mentioned wanted to be called Toto after the fuzzy bear dude from My Neighbour Totoro) had taken a human(ish) appearance. A totally generic stranger that was easily forgotten but that something nagged at you that it wasn’t quite right. Today was the day. We’d been approved as potential adopters and were picking out Toto’s new best friend. The lady gave us a friendly greeting and led us straight to the cat room at the back, debriefing along the way. I always forgot how loud it could be back there. Cats yowled and mewed, much to the chagrin of their quieter shelter mates. We looked at kittens and adults, fluffy cats and patchy cats, noisy cats and shy cats. Each one Toto inspected with care. I did not envy their choice. If I could, I’d take them all home. Toto stopped at the far corner. I peeked over their shoulder to see which one had caught their attention.

It was… Unfortunate. A scraggly brown cat with fur guaranteed to mat at a slight breeze. A short little thing with, what I think, was a snaggle tooth sticking out of his mouth. It was not a pageant winner. If someone took a year old loaf of bread and had it trampled by a herd of heavily concussed camels, and one buttered donkey, stuck whiskers on the rounder side and a bottle brush on the rear, it’d be in the same ball park as this ugly cat. It opened its mouth and gargled at us.

“ThHiSs OnEE iS GooOd.”

“I thought you’d say that.” I checked the info card. Not much to go on. The shelter guessed she was about 14. Ah, man. That’s… That’s not great…

“I’m, I’m not sure this is a good choice for your first cat, Bud. She’s pretty old… It’s a pretty difficult thing to go through, y’know, when your pet passes away…”

“NoO gUaRantEE FoR AnYtHiNG.”    

“That’s true… I’m definitely not saying don’t get an old cat, just don’t want you to get hurt so soon… Would she stay with you as a spirit cat?”

“If ShE WiLLs It. CaTs WaNdER.”

“Oh. Sweet. Let’s get her then.”

“yeS.”

“What are you going to call her?”

He inspected her again. Human skin crinkling into a smile when she sneezed and left her tongue poking out.

“FrRiEnDd.”

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Backstory: How to draw LOVE" Valentine`s Day... Whatever...

Valentine´s Day Special..

The view seen from Hoseok´s and Tae´s Side... ;)

Tae was so done with Jimin. Did he really just mentioned that. Jimin was talking about nothing else the past two days. Valentines Day here, Valentines Day there. Valentines Day my ass, Taehyung thought. He didn´t really liked the day. Not because about the fact that this day exsists, no because he was still single and that was the problem. He still couldn´t tell Hoseok how he was feeling about him. He wanted to give him the time that he needs to get over the thing with yoongi. Little did he know that Hoseok thought about him just right now. No, not what u all might think. Hoseok sees Tae still as friend yet he had some growing feelings for him but he don´t wanted to admit that yet because trusting someone is hard for him right now. Tae is a friend he can talk to, watching movies together or going to play games. And they talk a lot about this and that.

Tae had asked him yesterday if he wanted to come over to his apartment to watch movies and talk. It was valentines day and both had no date were they could go to. Jimin would be at Jungkooks apartment and Namjoon would be with Jin tonight. So Hoseok thought it would be a nice idea to do that. He needed definitely someone to talk about something else than this god damn day. Namjoon was talking the whole time about nothing else then this. And here we go again, Hoseok thought.

"Hoseok, do you really think Jin will like my gift for him?" Namjoon asked him for at least the 10. time today.

"Yes Namjoon, how often do you wanna ask me today. He will definitely like it." Hoseok was slightly annoyed.

"Sorry that i had ask again. I´m so nervous." Namjoon yelled at him. Namjoon was nervous no question. SInce the talk with Jin they were getting closer again. So he thought buying a gift for him for today would be nice even they did talked about that.

"Ok, we will close the cafe in two hours. Then i have enough time to go home and change my clothes before going to Jin." Namjoon said and went back to the kitchen. Finally, Hoseok thought, i have some peace. He would have a nice and fun evening with Tae today. Two hours later they closed the cafe and Namjoon made his way home while Hoseok was on his way to Tae ´s apartment. Why changing clothes. It was just Tae, Movies and Snacks. Not really a date. Just a hanging out with a friend.

Early messaging:

Tae was sad. Jimin took Whiskers and Blackie with him to Jungkooks apartment. Why does he even had to do this. Jimin would not even have time for them while being with him. 

And like Jimin wrote before to him he wrote it back to Jimin: "If you end up doing it, I don´t want  our babies to witness it and be scared for life." Tae said jokingly. "Now you doing the same. Should they witness what you two will do."

"Come on Tae, we might not doing it anyway. Though Jungkooks leg is still not really full recovered. We can have fun even without it and enjoy our Valentine´s date." Jimin said smiling.

"Oh god, Jimin spare me the details. I understand how u mean it." Tae was thinking while answering. 

Tae came home when Jimin was about to leave the apartement.

"I will go now. Jungkook is waiting already." Jimin said while putting his shoes on. "I see you tomorrow and have a nice evening with Hoseok." Jimin winked smiling.

"Stop that." Tae gave Jimin his coat and the cage with the two kitten in it and pushed him out of the apartment. "Bye Jimin."

Finally alone, he thought. Hoseok would be here in 30 minutes, so he grabbed the snacks and the drinks and placed them on table in front of the couch. They were in for a long movie night. While waiting for him, he played with his phone. After 20 minutes, he received a message from Hoseok that he had already parked his car and was on his way to him. 5 minutes later the door bell rang. Tae got up and made his way to the front door.

„Hey Tae, oh god. Namjoon was talking the whole day about his date with Jin tonight. I can´t hear it anymore.” Tae saw that Hoseok was annoyed. “Sorry, hehehe. I hope you are ok.”

“Don´t worry Hoseok. I had the same with Jimin today. He even took the Cat´s with him.” Tae was sad, Hoseok could see it. “Valentine´s Day sucks when u don´t have a date but we can have fun to, ok.”

Hoseok nodded while taking off his Shoes and Coat. Tae closed the door and was going back to the Livingroom. Hoseok followed him minute later. Both were sitting down on the couch.

“Ah, why he took the cat´s. I still don´t believe that.” Tae was a little angry. It was maybe a little over the top but why taking cat´s on a date. 

“Come on Tae, Jungkook is still healing, so they could not do anything later.” Hoseok smirked and started laughing. “Don´t be mad, ok” 

“Ok, yeah ok… that´s… aish…” Tae blushed a little. Hoseok were sitting so close to him. He always had problems to hide how he feels. Why Hoseok had to say that too. “Are you Jimin`s other half? He said the same to me before.”

“Oh, hehehe… no not really. But if you think about, Jungkook´s leg is still not ok. So how should they do it, without Jimin hurting him?” Hoseok teased him. “Maybe they could do something else. So yeah…”

“Stop this. This is not… why do you…” Tae´s cheeks felt heated and got lightly red. “Now I imagine something that I don´t want to. Oh God…”

“Hahahahah… Tae, are you blushing?” Hoseok looked at him and saw his red face. “You`re normally not like that. What is this today?”

“I just… never mind… just the whole day was…” Tae didn´t know what to say. “Let´s watch a movie, ok”

While Tae choose the first movie to watch over Internet on the TV, Hoseok opened the bottles on the table. Hoseok glanced at Tae beside him. He started thinking why Tae was so different than the other days. Could it be, he asked himself.

“Really Tae, that movie?” Hoseok really had a second thought about Tae behavior today. “Valentine`s Day?”

“It´s not the movie you think. It´s a different version.” Tae said smiling. “And please don´t freak out.”

“Ok… let´s see then.” Hoseok was curious now. After 10 minutes into the movie Hoseok knew what Tae meant with different. He couldn´t hide the fact that he was scared after what he saw. “Have you done this on purpose? You know how much I, NOOOOTT like such movies.”

“What is the fun in that, when I would tell you this before!” Tae was laughing at Hoseok. He was sitting there on the couch, Face hiding behind the blanket, shaking. Hoseok was a scary cat when it comes to such movies and Tae was knowing this by now. He was glancing at him the whole time. Hoseok was cute when he got scared, Tae thought.  Hoseok felt his stare.

“Hey were you looking at. Don´t make fun of me, ok.” Hoseok took a deep breath and slapped Tae´s arm.

“Ouch, why… aish… come on, the movie is not that bad.” Tae was still laughing. “Do you wanna watch something else?”

“Please, yes.” Hoseok said still hiding behind the blanket and nipping on his bottle of beer. 

“Ok, how about this?” Tae said after choosing another movie.

“Really now, what… Tae… another Valentines movie?” Hoseok was getting mad. “I really start hating this day.”

“No please, this is a good movie. You will like it.” Tae really hoped that, because the movie was a romantic one with a touch of drama.

“Ok, then let´s watch it.” Hoseok calmed down and putted the blanket down on his knees. The movie was nice. He came to conclusion that he never saw him before. But the romantic parts got him. 

“Hoseok, are you ok? Hey are you crying?” Tae looked at him and saw some tears rolling down his cheeks.

“No, i´m not…” Hoseok brushed his tears away with his right hand. He was crying inside. He thought about Yoongi even he don´t wanted to. Yoongi had hurt him so much.  Tae wrapped an arm around him and pulled him in. He would love to kiss him right now but he couldn´t bring himself there. He don´t wanted to scare Hoseok even more with his feelings for him. It wasn´t the right time at all. Hoseok laid his head on Tae´s shoulder and started breathing slowly again. It was nice to be held by him. He felt warm inside like he was home. Tae is just a friend, he thought. And he don´t wanted to lose him as a friend by admitting that he was growing feeling for him. He was scared.

“Are you ok now?” Tae asked him while taking his arm away. He had felt the tension between them by now. Tae moved a little away and got up to take some more beer from the fridge. “Are you…”

“I feel better and yes I want another beer.” Hoseok said before Tae could complete his question. Tae walked into the kitchen. He took finally a deep breath and looked inside the fridge. Stop thinking Tae, he said to himself. After closing the fridge, he leaned against the kitchen board and looked in the direction were Hoseok was sitting. His stomach was hurting. He don’t really know what to do anymore. On one hand he wanted to kiss him, on the other hand he don´t wanted to push anything. He need to think what to do. 

“Tae, I want my beer. Come here.” Hoseok was yelling at him from the living room. Tae snapped out of his thoughts and walked back to him. While sitting back beside him, he suddenly felt some hands on his cheeks and then some lips on his own. 

“Hoseok… what…” Tae said, while starring at him, after the sudden Kiss.

“Tae… I…“ Hoseok didn´t know what he was doing. He got up and walked fast to the front door. On his way there, he took his stuff and was in seconds out of the apartment. After closing the door he leaned against it. What have I done, he thought, Tae… . 

Tae was sitting on the couch, still shocked. He was looking at the door. Little did he know that Hoseok was still outside leaning against it while sitting on the floor. Did he just kissed me, Tae thought? He was confused and he tried to sort what was happen some minute ago. Had Hoseok admitted right now that he liked him more than he thought. He need to know what´s going on.

Suddenly Hoseoks phone peeped. A message from Tae. “Hoseok, come back. We need to talk…”

HOW TO DRAW LOVE AU ( 26-27/? )

Jimin follows a well known artist on Facebook; not knowing it is Jungkook; a boy he met two years ago and fell for despite being in a relationship. Jungkook suddenly disappeared on him without saying why and left Jimin with a lot of “what ifs”.

@golden-kookmin there is something going on... at least they relax for a while ;)

[orlandri-tl]

[Sukamoka Vol. 1] Chapter 1: Chasing After That Back

His brother-in-law opposed it until the very end.

However, his parents and grandparents were all too eager, and so his brother-in-law had to give in. “Refuse immediately if you don’t want this,” he said, and then stepped back with regret. That was because it was to be a marriage of convenience.

The boy was ten years old; his partner rumored to be seven. He was led to a deep green park, rented by both families. Somewhere in the park would be his partner, a girl. He would, as if guided by fate, encounter her, and their relationship would begin. It would deepen as they grew closer to each other, and eventually a most natural marriage would come about.

How stupid.

Going to such great lengths to set up this charade, calling it a work of fate – a work of farce, more like! Every part of the script, from beginning to ending, was unnatural.

He’d heard that the setup was created by some famous matchmaker, who’d already arranged about a hundred marriages in his career. For his part, the boy was already fed up with the matter. Two hundred men and women were brought together by this incomprehensible method? Allow me to express my sincerest condolences. Please wish me luck, for it is my turn to undergo the trial.

Those thoughts running through his head, the boy stepped off his carriage and entered the park.

Within the park grounds was a small lake, a sidewalk running around it. He also noticed a flower field, along with a dense grove that gave just enough convenient cover from peeping eyes. Nausea churned inside him. What transparent attempts to create a romantic atmosphere.

“...Let’s just get this over with.”

The boy felt sorry for his brother-in-law who’d gone through the trouble of transporting him here, but in truth he felt quite indifferent about the matter. He came from a family where boys his age were tools for these kinds of marriages. From the very beginning, he’d understood that love and romance were fleeting dreams.

Then there was the other matter to consider – the age of his fiancee. Seriously, seven years old? Three years younger than me?

“They’re both children, so it’s not a problem,” the one who’d proposed this marriage had said. That person probably didn’t understand a thing. It was a typical mistake for grown-ups to make, being so oblivious of the enormous gap in three years’ worth of life experience for children. They were children once, too – how can grown-ups forget about such elementary things?

...Well, it doesn’t matter. Where is this seven-year-old, anyway? I’ll just check all the romantic spots one by one.

Flower field? Nope.

Gazebo on the hilltop? No sign of her.

Windswept sidewalk around the lake? He walked around the lake as much as he could, but still couldn’t spot her.

If that’s the case, then…

She was only seven years old, after all. Just a kid. What if she didn’t understand the meaning of this melodramatic farce? Could she be thinking they were playing a game of hide-and-seek?

If that was the case, then the situation suddenly became troublesome. Perhaps in order to heighten the illusion of having stumbled into an once-in-a-lifetime experience, he hadn’t been informed of his partner’s appearance.

Maybe I should check the other places again?

“What a pain…” As he turned around, annoyed, his eyes met with those of a little girl not too far away from him.

“Ah...”

“Oh…”

Thinking about it, it made sense. On one hand, a boy who’d already submitted to the bothersome world of adults; on the other, a girl three years younger. Their views on the situation would naturally not be the same. Of course the girl, forced to marry an unknown man, would be wary about her soon-to-be partner.

And of course she would try to delay their fateful encounter as long as possible, in the meanwhile trying to observe her partner even if only a little, to get a better idea of him.

The girl let out a soft scream, turned on her heels, and made to flee… but instead stepped on the hem of her long, expensive-looking dress and came crashing down magnificently. The dress, heavily decorated with light-blue lace, was instantly stained with dirt.

To her credit, she tried her best. She was able to hold back her tears for a few seconds, but then it all came pouring out in a wail.

The boy went to her side, holding a handkerchief wet with lakewater, and wiped the dirt from her face and dress as much as possible.

Her expression remained scrunched up and her mood dark, however, so – reluctant though he was – the boy threw himself onto the ground too and rolled around until his own suit was as stained as hers had been. This turn of events seemed to have been quite a surprise for the girl, who stared at him blankly before bursting into joyful laughter.

“Well?” he asked. “Now even if they get angry at us, we’ll be scolded together.”

“Yeah!” she replied happily. There was a rustling sound, and then from under her dress a hairy black tail popped out.

The girl had animal features.

As she took off her dirty gloves and started brushing off her dress, it became obvious. Although she was born into a family of markless, she must’ve had beast blood somewhere in her lineage that’d manifested in her generation.

Fur, covering both her hands and feet. A black tail. Small kitten-like ears hidden under her hat. Taking a closer look at her, the boy saw that her irises were catlike too, and six thin whiskers protruded from her cheeks.

“Good-fer-nothing, meself.” She spoke with a slight accent too – perhaps because of her different throat. “Good match fer you, they sey.”

“A-ah, I see.”

She probably belonged to a typically proud family, who would have viewed a beast-like child as a disgrace. Now he finally understood why their marriage had been pushed so strongly. Her family could rid themselves of what they saw as trouble while strengthening their ties with another respectable family. It must have seemed like a masterful plan to them.

“Are you a normal markless?” she asked.

“Well, more or less. But I’d rather not call my marklessness normal, you see.”

“Eh? But if yer markless, then yer like all’o the rest. Yer living a normal life, right?”

“That would be a… di-ver-gence… of opinions, I guess. There are many people in this world who differ greatly from your mother and father.”

“I… don’t get it. Can’tcha say it better?”

“You’re just seven, after all. I’m ten, so you wouldn’t understand compared to me.”

“Not fair! I’ll become ten too, very soon!”

“And I’ll be thirteen. I’ll study more and know more than you.”

“U-urk!”

The sight of her childishly puffing up her cheeks was rather cute. Of course, she was still far too young for a serious marriage. But he had to admit it – she was pretty.

They’d had a sort of dramatic encounter, and the distance between them certainly had narrowed. All that was left was for the flow of events to naturally lead into marriage.

This can’t possibly have been calculated by those organizers, but to think that the outcome might still end up being the same… The idea irritated him.

“Um…” The girl, looking apologetic, was pulling on the muddy sleeve of his suit. Did I let my irritation show? “I… haffa go home now.”

“Oh, really?” He glanced at the big clock erected near the lake. Indeed, a long time had already passed since the beginning of their meeting. No more than ten minutes left. “Well, it was fun,” he said, stretching.

By playing along with the farce to this point, he had probably more or less fulfilled the expectations of his family already. His grandfather had demanded him to “Accomplish this even if you must use your Eyes!” However, he personally couldn’t bring himself to do it – or rather, there was no need for it.

So then, let’s divert from the plan. Let’s not transform this little girl and myself into tools for our families. I won’t let things go the way they want.

“You know, it might be good for you to find a way to escape from your house after you grow up,” he said. “Definitely better than remaining locked up at home like are now.”

She tugged at his sleeve.

“What?”

“Is this goodbye?”

He didn’t answer.

“I wanna talk to you more.”

If she says it like that...

“I don’t have anything to talk about.”

The grip of the small hand on his sleeve grew tighter. The girl probably had never been allowed to have this kind of free conversation with anybody before now. If she had talked to somebody and learned of the world, she’d stop feeling ashamed of not being a markless. That wouldn’t sit well with her family, and doubtless was why she had been raised so sheltered.

If he shook her hand off now, it’d be over. He would return to his regular life as before. And she would return to her regular life, just as before.

“Please…”

She’d probably mustered all the little courage she had. Her breathing grew rough as she pleaded. “Can we meet again once more?”

It can’t be helped. How can I refuse if she says it like that?

I suppose I have no choice but to applaud the ability of a certain person who brought together almost a hundred pairs.

“Okay, okay. I’ll agree to meet with you again, you hear? So stop making such a teary face,” he said, waving his hand and admitting his defeat. “But I’ll warn you – this relationship may continue for a long time, so be prepared for that, you understand?”

“Long… something like three yers?”

“People wouldn’t talk about marriage like this if three years was enough…”

He tried to imagine the girl three years from now. How would she look after she’d grown up a little more? And even further – how would she look when she was a woman?

To his horror, he realized he was actually anticipating such a future.

“If we can meet lots more, that would be so nice!”

“I see, I see… as long as you’re happy, I’m glad.”

Although he said it flippantly, those words had reflected his true emotions hidden deep inside his heart.

But the girl, probably completely ignorant to the intricate nuance of his statement, took his words literally. “Yes!”

He had to turn away to hide his expression from the radiant, dazzling smile that surfaced on her face.

His parents were delighted, as were his grandparents.

Only his brother-in-law wore a complicated look on his face. But after he explained that “She was just an ordinary, good, girl, so I became friends with her,” his brother-in-law had replied “I see,” nodding doubtfully.

After this, the boy and the girl occasionally received a chance to meet with each other.

Every time they met, the girl would press him for new stories. In order to meet her expectations, he was forced into increasingly diligent studies.

Of course, that didn’t bother him – though the actions of her family created more than enough irritation regardless.

That aside, those were fun and happy days.

So much that, from the bottom of his heart, he wished that those bright days could continue forever and ever.

[gaveshillvack]

A Cat

"Love sucks..." Gaves groaned to Gus, the cat. The exceptionally furry feline offered a bored look for sympathy. The couch had been exceptionally lonely for the past two weeks. Light, Gaves was almost forgetting how Miersae smelt by that point; he was sure there was something of hers here that he could huff if he really needed it. Alone in the house, Gaves sat with an unopened bottle of Dalaran red, Miersae's favorite. "You think she'll like it?" He asked Gus, who in turn offered a deep sigh. "Yeah, yeah she'll love it." Gaves convinced himself. It had to be any day now, it had to be. Eventually his nights of staring into the fireplace would fade away, and he'd have those lovely pair of emerald hues to peer back at. Considering his history, a younger version of Gaves would've vomited by the sentiment; he of all people... in love?

"It's house business." She told him. Miersae sounded apologetic, as if she was giving Gaves bad news. "Wh-what? Well, how long?" Gaves asked, concern in his voice. The last time she left with her house someone died, although Gaves had to admit that he never cared for said departed. Alone in the bedroom, Gaves  just stood there as Miersae packed dress after dress into a chest. "It'll just be until I can sort this whole mess out, ok?" Miersae coo'd as she grabbed a kiss from the dumbfounded Gaves. "I promise that once I figure out a way to deal with, with you know what. I'll be all yours once this blows over." What a promise to keep, Gaves thought. The bard was selfish, that much was known, but he couldn't find himself putting his needs before someone he loved. "Besides," Miersae said with a smile. "At least you'll have Gus." Rolling his eyes at the memory, Gaves could only look with annoyance at the cat who was curled up into a perfect ball. "Almost three weeks now, and I got you." Gus, who didn't pay any attention to the ramblings of a sad man merely slept through it. "Hmmph." Gaves huffed, hoping that the cat would at least be nice enough to hiss in defiance. The fireplace crackled as the two char-black logs were licked over by an orange flame. It was so much nicer to enjoy with company, not to say Gus was horrible company. Quite the contrary; As much as Gaves would protest his affection for the cat, he had strong feelings towards it. In fact, if not for Gaves Gus wouldn't be in that very room with him. Gaves wondered if Gus remembered how he saved his life, how the then courier made a heroic effort to tame the ferocious feline.

One of the longest days at work Gaves concluded. Sure, he only had three stops, but they were on the opposite sides of town, and better yet; the outskirts! Who even lives there, Gaves thought? An old couple, a man with two many hats in his possession, and a half deaf dwarf. A colorful cast of characters no doubt, but Gaves didn't care; his legs hurt. And to cap it off? It was raining, hard. People often mistake couriers as being soft handed individuals who pack it in at the first sign of trouble with the elements. Gaves vehemently disagreed. Through sleet, snow, or rain he delivered the mail. It was an effort that deserved several medals, or so Gaves thought. Finally, though his day was over, and he could come home to a mostly empty house. It was only twelve days since he bought it, but light did he enjoy the fact that this was -his- home. Of course the decorating so far consisted of anything red in his possession, but he was sure to add to the various shades of the perfect color over time. All he had was a couch, table with two chairs, and a bed with no pillow. Life was good. Returning back to trade district to return his uniform, and bag, Gaves figured the day couldn't get any worse. In some aspects he was right, it couldn't. However, day had turned to night, and it was still raining. On top of that, Gaves thought it was a wonderful idea to walk around with short sleeves. All the better to be rained on, he muttered. Down the path to his home he went, passing by various homeless citizens who didn't seem to mind the torrential downpour. About halfway back to his home sweet home, he heard an awful shrill sound. It almost sounded like a chirp. Pausing in his pace, he stops, and listens. Again, he hears the noise, more clear this time. It sounded like a mew, like a kitten. Odd, most cats hid their young when it got bad, or worse, left them to die. Gaves prayed he wasn't going to come across a scene of dead baby kittens. Turning towards the crying, Gaves began to search for the mewing, the cries for help only getting louder and louder. At least he was going in the right direction. Stopping at the edge of an alley, Gaves looked around to see if anyone else had heard the mewing. It seemed he was all alone for the moment. With a shrug, he closed in the homing beacon, knocking aside various crates, and rubbish before finding the source of the crying.

Gus had to have been about the size of his palm, maybe just a little older than eight weeks. The terrified feline was hunched over against a broken crate, drenched, and shivering. Instinctively, Gaves reached down to pick up the cat, but was met with needle like teeth that pinched his hands. "OW!" Gaves yelped, flicking his hang back for recovery. Gus hissed in defiance, ignoring the fact that he was cold and hungry. Rollings his eyes, Gaves wished that the cat wouldn't put up so much of a fight. Again, he tried to pick it up, this time grabbing the savage cat by the scruff of his neck. Instantly the hissing stopped, Gus accepting whatever fate he was given. "Really?" Gaves asked, as he eased the sopping wet ball of fur into the crook of his arm. "All that, and you give up?" Gus retorted with a sneeze. "Jeeze." Gaves groaned. He had to get this cat inside fast. Racing back to his house, he opened up the main hall doors, and burst into his apartment. Setting his keys aside, he rushed to the fireplace. With a wet snap of his fingers, the dormant structure of bricks erupted to life. Gaves prayed to the light in thanks, grateful that mages were too lazy to make a fire from scratch. setting the kitten down in front of the fire, Gaves then rushed to his bedroom, looking for something dry. All he could find was his blanket, that would have to do. Rushing back, he found the kitten moving about, though it was still shaking. Acting fast, Gaves wrapped up the wet  fur ball, and cozied up in front of the fire.

It was a long night sitting  down in front of the fireplace. Gaves didn't remember how much sleep he got; it was close to none. Luckily, though the ball of was no longer sopping wet. Gus slept contently as the courier rocked from side to side, finding it hard to fall asleep from the seated position. Morning came after several silent hours, Gaves awaking to the sensation of whiskers tickling his nose. Fluttering his eyes open he peered down at the now mobile cat who had been sticking his face too close for comfort. Well, at least he wasn't hissing. Instinctively running a hand down his small ball, Gus purred, signaling his pleasure with the tall man. "You're gonna need a name, alright?" Gaves was already in love with the big, blue eyes the cat had. Any thoughts of returning to the scene of the crime to return him were out of the question. Sitting up, he pushes the blanket to the side, and picks Gus up to sit on the couch with him. The tiny feline gave him a half-lidded look, almost bored already. "Pat? How does Pat sound? No.. not a Pat? Hmm, you look too regal for just Pat... Henry? No... Spot- you don't got any spots. Nicholas!... No, that's too long." Gus didn't looked thrilled with any of them, instead peering up at Gaves in an expecting manner. The tiny ball of fur finally sneezed again, Gaves helplessly snickering at him. "That's adorable." Gaves failed to see the obvious medical problems with the ordeal. "How's about... Gus? You like Gus?" Gus hated Gus, and his look reflected that of a fat lord who had just been offered something disgusting. Maybe that was the way he said he was happy, Gaves thought. "Gus it is, then!" Gaves already made up his mind, always smirking whenever the cat would give a disappointed look at the mention of h is name, as if he knew how simple it was.

The days went on, and Gaves went crazy for Gus, the now large cat always offering a sympathetic look of boredom whenever Gaves spoke to him. Still, the two of them didn't always see eye to eye, Gaves was convinced that the cat was trying to upset the order of the house; whether it be knocking things over, tearing up his couch, or tripping Gaves up in the middle of the night. For the most part, however, things were great, enough for Gaves to trust the cat as his confidant, often telling him secrets. It was a silly thing, but it helped the man whenever he needed an unsympathetic face to talk to. Even with Miersae moving in with him, and Gus suddenly deciding that -she- was far kinder than him, Gaves still loved the big, fluffy cat. The way he curled up beside him whenever he slept, or the funny way he looked whenever he was chasing something around the house. How willing he was to just be picked up, regardless of time of day. His pained look never failed, but he never resisted. For as arrogant as the cat looked Gus still came over to Gaves whenever he was in a crisis; letting his emotions out in the privacy of his home. The fat lord always comforted his serf with a look that said 'I think you to be a suitable servant, far better than most who have served me.' The looks the cat gave always helped.

Gaves blinked again, and was returned to the present. Gus and I, he thought. Sighing, he stretched out his hand, scratching the cat's neck. On queue the beast started to purr. "Well, you ain't too bad." The now bard mumbled. He would do just fine until Miersae came back. Setting the bottle down, he then picked up the cat, who roared into a purr. Setting Gus on his lap, Gaves leaned back on the couch, and started to fall asleep; the fireplace before them warming them up like it did all those nights ago.

[firelynxinbloom]

The Closest Thing I have written to a Biography: “My Mind is a Time Machine.”

Here is a short story that I wrote for a university class about a year ago. It is one that centers around time and memory, and it also surround my life as an Autistic woman, and my father’s struggle to accept his Autistic identity. All the characters in the story are based in real friends and family, but all the names have been changed for privacy reasons. This includes mine and my father’s name. I hope you enjoy it :)

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As I watch the thundering rain falls heavily in a wet drape of blue and green, I am taken back to my childhood, where I sat in a cheap kiddie pool in my Dad’s backyard and looked up at the flashing and booming lightshow that flares above me. The wetness of the pouring rain, and deafening crashes and bangs, and the bright streaks of white and gold sent me into an overload of sensory ecstasy. This wonder is slightly marred by the faint screeching of my father’s worried voice, slowly taking shape into the words; “Talia! Get inside!”

“Talia, dinner’s ready!” The beckoning call of my mother pulls me back into the realm of the present. Reluctantly, I pull myself from my bedroom window and slowly make my way to the kitchen. I sat at the dining room table to eat when I noticed what was on the plate in front of me. It was a piece of grilled flathead fish with vegetables and tartar sauce on the side. I was overwhelmed with disbelief. “How did you afford this?” I asked my mum with eyes wide open. She looked at me with a warm smile. “I’ve been saving up for it. I wanted to spoil you the night before your graduation.” As I tuck into my ridiculously expensive meal, my mind wanders off to one of my winter holiday trips to my father’s rural home....

Every winter, since my parents broke up, my dad would take me to his home in the rural coast. The smell of ocean salt and cocoanut-scented sunscreen is a gateway into series of long road trips and petrol stops that led into a paradise of paternal reconciliation. One day, at the age of nineteen, Dad and I joined his girlfriend Julie and their family on a fishing trip to the Hamilton River. In my pale blue jumper and my rolled up jeans, I waded into the freezing water and let out my fishing line. I bask in the serenity of bright blue sky and the gentle of warm wind that carries the laughter of Dad and Julie and the impatient groaning of my supposedly de-facto step niece. The scent of cigarettes and cologne greets me, and I turn to see Dad standing beside me. I remember that look of pure love and joy on his face, a look of man that did not want to lose contact with his baby girl again. This serenity is broken by the strong tug of my fishing line as a frantic white object splashed about the river on the other end. “Pull it! Pull it! Come on, Talia! You can do it!” Dad cheers me on as I yank a massive flathead fish from the river depths. “I caught a fish! I can’t believe it! I caught a fish!” I shouted joyfully. I took a good look at my prize. It was a white, shiny, and graceful looking thing. It had a flat and wide head with an eye on both sides and what appeared to be thick slimy whiskers of its face. I gently gave it to Julie, and she put it in a large bucket of water. “That fish is a Flathead. They are expensive when you buy them at the shops, so it was a lucky catch for you today.” I remember her taking the fish to her place to prepare it, and Dad and I had it for lunch the next day.

As I finished my dinner, I remember the sense of accomplishment that I felt when I caught that fish. I remember the smile of pride on my Mum’s face when I told her about it. I think that is why she cooked flathead fish for dinner. It is her way of showing me how she is proud of my hard academic work in light of my graduation. My Mum gives me a hug as walk into the lounge room.

“Do you have a dress picked out?”

“Yes. I’m wearing the black one with the peplum.”

“I’m so proud of you. I love you.”

“I love you too. Good night.”

“Good night baby.”

I walk into my room and I climb into my loft bed. As my head touches the pillow, my mind begins to travel. My dreams take me to the events of my past.

The first event that beckons me to an argument my parents had when I was four. It starts with a flurry of chaos. This chaos consists of too much noise, too much light, too much of everyone else’s emotions, but most of all, too much of this burning sensation in mouth by this thing they call tomato sauce. It felt like I was swallowing napalm. As this overload softened, I was able to wake up from my meltdown. I noticed that my parents were yelling at each other. My Dad did not understand what had just happened to me. He keeps arguing the point.

“She was overreacting! It’s just tomato sauce! She knows it gets your attention!”

“She’s not faking it! How is that fake?! She was having a meltdown!”

“Too bad! It’s tomato sauce! She’ll get used to it!”

“She can’t get used to it! She’s autistic! She’s just like you! Do you remember the meltdown you had last week?”

“Don’t get me started on that bullshit!”

The beckoning of another event pulls me away, and I am taken to the day my parents broke up for good. I was twelve at the time. I woke up in the middle of the nigh to hear Mum and Dad arguing again. I heard Dad scream at the top of his lungs, “I’m not autistic, and neither is she!” I made my way to my bedroom door, but my sister Natalie walked in to stop me. She is seventeen at the time. I cried in her loving arms as I heard the front door slam and the screeching of a car driving off. “I know what I am. Why can’t he accept himself for who he is?” I asked between sobs. Through the dim light, I could see Natalie’s blue eyes shine with compassion and worry. “I heard that his family was in denial of him being different in any way. His mother is very stubborn about him being normal. I think Dad feels that if he accepts his Autism, he might somehow be insulting his mother’s memory.” This insight led me to feel a sense of empathy towards my Dad, coupled with a subtle hatred towards my paternal grandmother for emotionally abusing my Dad in this way. Suddenly, I am swept away to the day my Dad came back. I was sixteen, and I was playing fetch with the dog we had at the time, when there was a sudden knock on the front door. My Mum walked to the door and started talking to the person that was there. The conversation seemed slightly tense from what I could see in the backyard. I heard my calling to me, “your father is here.” The initial shock was followed by joy as ran into the house to greet him. He embraced me in his arms where I was reunited with the nostalgic smell of cigarettes and cologne. My mind flashes toward to an hour afterwards. Natalie came over from work and we all started talking about the time that went by. Dad said that he had moved to the rural coast to get away from all the noise of suburbia, and we talked about Natalie moving out, my high school achievements, and Mum’s struggle to raise us on her own. This scene of bittersweet joy began to fade as I woke up to my conscious reality.

As I am getting ready for graduation, my Mum is calling Natalie on the phone to make sure she has not slept in. By the time Mum starts calling Dad, I have slipped into my peplum dress. This sleeveless black pencil dress reaches the top of my knees. It has an elegant peplum flap on each side of my waist. I have paired this with a pair of plain black kitten heels. As I walked into the lounge room to see Mum dressed and ready to go. She was wearing a loose pair of black palazzo pants and a loose black crochet singlet. A rainbow chiffon shawl and a pair of black decorative sandals topped the outfit. She was on the phone to Danielle, my step-grandmother of sorts. Danielle was the de-facto partner of my maternal grandfather. Papa and Dannie, as they were known, were very close to Natalie and me. My Dad is not Natalie’s biological father. Her father abandoned her when she was five, so while my Dad was gone, Papa took the role as our fatherly figure. Natalie was closer to him than I was, so his death was extremely hard for her. I remember being in the hospital waiting room at the time. I was eighteen, and I was talking with Natalie’s partner, Ray. Natalie’s sobs pierced the peace in the room. She ran to Ray in a crying mess, and I stood there, frozen with grief. “Is he.....?” I asked, and she turned her crying red face to me and nodded. I heard the distant sound of Mum wailing in grief. As Natalie cried in Ray’s arms, I became overwhelmed by own emotions. I didn’t know which one to process first. On top of that, I was overloaded with the grief of Natalie and the grief of Mum and Dannie as they walked into the room. My head was crammed full of emotion, and most of it was not my own. I could not process anything. I could not cry. I could not make a sound. I just stood there, frozen.

The front door opened as I came to the present. Natalie came through the door with a big smile on her face. “I’m proud of you,” she beams while holding me in a tight hug. She is wearing a flowing purple blouse with silver trimming and her nicest pair of jeans. She had on a pair of silver sparkly converse shoes that match the polish on her naturally perfect nails. When she released me from her arms, I looked at her face and I saw that she had makeup on. I looked to Mum and she had makeup on too. I touched my bare face and laughed. “Well, I’d better put my face on.” Mum and Natalie laughed. “Take your time. It’s your graduation,” said Mum.

As I was fixing my makeup, I catch a whiff of a familiar perfume. I have not encountered this smell in a long time. I wandered what it was doing in my house. I called out down the hallway; “Where is that sweet smell coming from?” I heard a faint call travel back to me; “It’s this bubble gum flavoured ‘Hello Kitty’ spray that I found at the shops yesterday. I was showing Mum how ridiculous it smells. Why ask?” said Natalie. “It smells like someone I used to know,” I answered.

I associate that smell with my first year in university. This first year was my foundation pathway course because my university acceptance mark was too low. I remember crying at my computer, feeling like my hard work was for nothing when I received that mark. This sadness switched to joy when I got an acceptance letter to a foundation that would get me into university. On my first day of this course, I was sitting in class, waiting for the teacher to arrive. That was when I was greeted by the childish smell. I turned to see where it came from. Sitting next to me, I saw the most unusual looking woman I have ever seen. She had bright red hair done up in fifties rockabilly styles. Her makeup was extreme, with winged eyeliner and a red lip to contrast her porcelain skin. She wore a pink frilly fifties dress, with a pair of red stiletto pumps covering her pink frilly socks. This vintage look seemed quite. However, the brow piercing, the black clawed nails and her many ‘Disney Princess’ tattoos gave her a distinct edge. Her name was Regna, and although I was only an acquaintance to her for only a couple of months, her image made me realise that is was a way to be true to oneself without succumbing to group pressure.

As I was finishing my makeup, I thought that Regna would be a perfect example for Dad to admire. Like Regna, he should accept himself for who he is, without worrying his family. He should not have to be scared. These thought were interrupt by another knock on the door. I walked into the lounge room greet Dannie in her Sunday best glory. She also greeted me with an expression of pride and joy. “Papa would be so proud,” she said. I smiled and I look to the front door to see if anyone else was here. No one was here. Dad was not here. I felt a sinking feeling of sadness. I do not understand. He said he would be here. My mum walked over to comfort me. “It’s okay, Talia. He called to let us know that he was stuck in traffic. I told that if we leave before he arrives, he would meet us at the graduation hall.” I felt a wave of relief. Natalie gave me a knowing look of sympathy. She and I both know how unpredictable he can be. As we all get into Natalie car, I think back to rare conversion I had with Dad.

It was one of my most recent trips to Dad’s home. We had stopped at a petrol station to for a pee break and an early breakfast. Dad stocked up on his fourth cup of coffee, and I stocked up on a litre of orange, four hash browns and a box of ‘Krispy Kreme’ donuts. As we got into the car to continue our rural road drip, Dad and I began to talk about my neurological difference.

“I’m starting to realise that Kylie was right about you being autistic. I notice that you are a little quirky sometimes, but that’s not a bad thing. I should’ve known it wasn’t a bad thing. I guess that’s why I didn’t want to accept it. You’re doing alright for yourself, going to uni and all.” He said with an apologetic smile. This surprised me. This was the first time my Dad admitted to all the hard my Mum did for me. I saw this as a good step in the right direction. I let him speak some more.

“Some of the things you do, like the day dreaming, and the fidgeting, the overloads, and your introverted streak; they’re all the things that I do. It’s weird because the doctor said that those things are what make you autistic. It’s got me feeling a bit unsure.”

I could not believe what I was hearing. I looked at him with a knowing smile.

“You know there’s a good chance my Autism didn’t come out of nowhere? It’s never too late to get the paper work, if you catch my drift.”

A cloud of silence filled the car, and I saw my Dad show an expression of deep thought as he kept driving. He glanced at me with a sense of nervousness.

“I don’t know. Wouldn’t that be a slap to my mum’s face?”

“I don’t think so. I think the only thing she would want is for you to be happy.” His face suddenly brightened.

“You think you’re right. It wouldn’t hurt to check it out.”

As I was sitting in the audience, waiting for the Dean to call my name, I turn to check the crowd for my Dad’s face. This sense of hope turned to sadness when his face could not be found.

“Talia Steward,”

The Dean calls my name, and I start to make my way to the stage to accept my Bachelor degree. I walk towards the Dean and I take my hard earned reward. I take one last look at the sea of people and a distant waving hand catches my eye. I see my Dad! He made it! I am overwhelmed with joy. He is standing next to where Mum, Natalie, and Dannie are sitting. He is in his best shirt and pants. He waves his phone at me mouths the word “Phone.” I take my phone out of my robe pocket and I am overjoyed by the text that I see. It is from Dad, and it says;

“I got the paper work.”

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