#pet nail clippers

[augiepets]

Tailored Nail Care With Ergo Small Clipper

Pamper your pet’s paws with tailored nail care! Our Ergo Small Clipper, designed to provide precision and comfort for your furry friend. Say goodbye to jagged nails and hello to happy paws! Treat your pet to the best nail care experience today. ORDER NOW

[augustheart]

little beast who judges me constantly

[dogfatherpost]

Introducing the Dog Father’s Guide to Extraordinary Dog Nail Clippers, a Guide to the Art of Gentle Pet Care

Welcome to The Dog Father, where pet care is easy and fun. We strive to improve your pets’ grooming, especially nail care, which is often overlooked but vital. In this extensive tutorial, we discuss the value of correct dog nail care, the skill of selecting the appropriate nail clippers, and how The Dog Father ensures that your cherished pets have a grooming regimen, especially in the category of Dog nail clippers, that is stress-free and joyful. As you begin caring for your pet’s nails, you can rely on The Dog Father to offer you more than just clippers; rather, they will be a portal to a world in which the happiness of your pet is the primary focus of every grooming session. Let us reimagine what it means to be a kind pet care provider.

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Luxury Pet Accessories for Spoiled Fur Babies

Animals are more than just creatures; they hold a special place as beloved members of our families. As pet owners, we often go above and beyond to ensure our furry companions are happy, healthy, and pampered. One way to show our love and care is by investing in luxury pet accessories that not only serve practical purposes but also add a touch of elegance to our pets' lives. In this blog, we will explore some of the finest luxury pet accessories available for our spoiled fur babies.

Cat Nail Clipper

Clipping your cat's claws is a crucial aspect of their grooming regimen. However, it's not always an easy task, especially if your feline friend is not a fan of nail clippers. That's where luxury cat nail clippers come into play. These sleek and ergonomic clippers are designed for precision and ease of use. They often feature sharp stainless steel blades that make the trimming process quick and painless for your cat. Some even come with a safety guard to prevent over-cutting, ensuring your pet's safety while maintaining their well-groomed paws.

Dog Nail Clipper

Just like cats, dogs also need regular nail maintenance to prevent overgrowth and discomfort. Luxury dog nail clippers are built with high-quality materials and craftsmanship to make the task effortless. They come in various styles, including guillotine-style and scissor-style clippers, allowing you to choose the one that best suits your dog's needs. Look for clippers with non-slip handles for added control and comfort during the nail-trimming process. These luxury accessories ensure your pup's paws stay in top-notch condition while keeping them comfortable and stylish.

Cat Collars

Cat collars are more than just identification tags; they can be a fashion statement for your feline friend. Luxury cat collars are crafted from premium materials such as leather, suede, or velvet, offering both comfort and style. Many of these collars come adorned with decorative elements like rhinestones or gemstones, making your cat stand out in any crowd. Additionally, some luxury cat collars feature breakaway designs for safety, ensuring your cat can escape if the collar gets caught on something.

LED Dog Collars

For dog owners who love to take their furry companions on evening walks or adventures, LED dog collars are a must-have accessory. These innovative collars feature built-in LED lights that provide visibility in low-light conditions. They are not only practical for safety but also add a touch of glamour to your dog's appearance. LED dog collars come in various colors and designs, allowing you to match your dog's style while keeping them visible during nighttime adventures.

Pet Comb

Maintaining your pet's coat is crucial for their overall well-being and comfort. Luxury pet combs are designed with precision and care, ensuring gentle and effective grooming. Look for combs made from high-quality materials like stainless steel or natural wood, which are durable and long-lasting. These combs often have fine and wide-toothed sides, making them suitable for both detangling and smoothing your pet's fur. Investing in a luxury pet comb not only keeps your pet's coat in top condition but also provides a relaxing and enjoyable grooming experience for both you and your furry friend.

Pet Accessories

Luxury pet accessories go beyond grooming tools and collars. There is a wide range of opulent accessories available to pamper your fur baby. From designer pet beds with plush materials and intricate designs to personalized pet bowls made from fine ceramics or stainless steel, the options are endless. Some luxury accessories even include spa-quality pet shampoos and conditioners, ensuring your pet enjoys a spa day right at home.

Conclusion

Our pets bring joy, comfort, and companionship into our lives, and it's only fair that we reciprocate with love and care. Luxury pet accessories not only serve practical purposes but also allow us to indulge our spoiled fur babies with the finest quality products available. Whether it's grooming tools like cat and dog nail clippers, fashionable cat collars, safety-conscious LED dog collars, premium pet combs, or opulent pet accessories, these items not only enhance our pets' lives but also demonstrate our love and devotion to them. So, spoil your fur babies with the best and watch them thrive in comfort and style.

[buckys-metal-arm]

Post-Mission TLC

Beefy!Bucky x GN!Reader

Description: Just you and Bucky, in the tub, and you taking care of him

Warnings: unapologetic fluff!, Nonsexual nudity, me-typical gratuitous use of pet-names, Everyone is alive, Bucky is an Avenger, cuddling,

A/N: I've been writing a lot of hurt/comfort as of late, so let's get some No Hurt Just Comfort.

((18+ only below the cut please and thank you!!))

Bucky stumbled through the door of your shared apartment of the Avengers Compound, exhausted

The mission had been grueling, and he wanted nothing more than to collapse in bed beside you

You broke into a huge smile when you saw your boyfriend, racing to him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Welcome home, Sweet Boy,” you kissed his lips, “how’re you doing?”

Bucky let out a little groan, and you noticed that he was leaning against you

He never slept well on missions, you knew that.

But what you didn’t know was that he hadn’t been able to sleep longer than about three hours collectively over the last two days

When taking the HYDRA base he, Steve, and Sam had ended in a long string of guerilla attacks from their goons, leaving all of them taken out.

You looked at him with concern when you looked him in the eyes, “Baby, are you okay?”

“Tired,” he hummed, fighting to keep his eyes open.

You took his face in both hands and stroked his cheekbones.

“Oh, Baby Boy…” you cooed, brushing his hair behind his ear, “c’mon, Buck. Why don’t I run you a bath, and after we can get all cozy in bed?”

He hummed, and you helped him kick off his boots before carefully removing the harnesses, belts, and holsters from his body.

“Come on, Baby. Follow me.” You took his hand and led him to the bathroom.

You sat him down on the toilet, turned on the water, and began to gently remove the layers of leather and Kevlar until he was bare chested in front of you.

As you worked you caught your boyfriend looking at you with sleepy, loving eyes, and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“My handsome soldier,” you stroked his cheek with your thumb, “I love you.”

Bucky gave you that dopey, lop-sided grin you couldn't get enough of, “l’ve’y’too.”

You smiled at his slurred words and helped him to his feet, helping him out of his socks, pants, and boxers.

“C'mon Baby Boy,” you said, gently helping him into the tub, “let's get you washed up.”

“Get’n’wi’me?” he asked, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.

You nodded and slipped off your clothes, “of course, Honey.”

Once you were fully bare, you sat down in the tub behind him, pulling him into your arms.

It was a little difficult, since Bucky was so much larger than you, but eventually you managed to get him nestled against you, his back pressed against your chest

You grabbed the plastic cup that you kept by the side of the tub for instances like this and smiled, “alright Sweet Boy, head back. I’m gonna wet your hair, okay?”

He did as instructed and you dipped the cup in the water, shielding his eyes and pouring it in his hair over and over.

Bucky’s eyes drifted shut and he melted at the feeling.

When his hair was sufficiently wet, you grabbed his shampoo and began to massage the soap into his scalp

He sunk down as you continued to scrub.

Bucky loved the way that your hands felt in his long locks, how your nails gently scratched against his headIt made him melt

“Alright, Baby Boy,” you cooed, “let me rinse, okay?”

Bucky nodded, and the warm water was poured on his head again, your hands working to rinse him, and your lips peppering little kisses along the scarred skin of his back.

Once his hair was free from bubbles, Bucky felt you running your hands through his dark locks, gently finger-combing the knots out

His hair had gotten so much longer since he’d joined the team, growing well past his shoulders and making it hard to keep it free from tangles on missions

(He was still too nervous about having scissors or clippers near his head to cut it short again, despite his wants)

You always made sure to take extra care with his hair when he returned, and it made him melt.

Always so gentle, so loving and tender with your touches

Bucky could cry, it felt so good.

He didn’t even realized he’d dozed off while you were working until you nudged him awake

You had a soft washcloth in your hand, you’d washed his back while he’d napped.

“I know you’re tired, Baby Boy,” you cooed, kissing his shoulder, “but you need to stay up just a little longer, okay? I gotta finish getting you washed up, you’ll sleep a lot better once you’re nice and clean.”

He nodded, blinking sleep out of his eyes as you helped him turn to face you

You gently washed the dirt and soot from his face, ending with a a little peck on his scruffy cheek

His eyes were getting heavy as you cleaned every inch of his body with the utmost care, so once you were done you took him in your arms and let him rest for a few minutes before helping him out of the tub.

You towel dried him off and guided him to sit on the closed lid of the toilet.

“Alright, Honey,” you smiled, “I’m gonna get you some clothes–”

“Nooooooo,” Bucky whined, looking at you with puppy dog eyes again, “wan’skin-on-skin…”

“Alright, Baby, whatever you want.” He made a happy little hum, “I’m gonna comb your hair and then we can lay down, okay?”

He stayed so still for you as you carefully worked the knots out of his long, dark locks, finishing by spraying some leave-in conditioner into his hair.

“C’mon, Bucky,” you took his hand and led him back into your bedroom, “come lay down with me.”

While you turned down your bed you handed him the water bottle he kept on his nightstand

“Can I get you to drink something for me, Sweetheart? We can lay down in a minute.”

Bucky took some long sips off of it as you got settled in bed. You smiled.

“C’mon Darling, come lay down with me.”

You took him in your arms the second he laid down, pulling his large, warm body to you.

Bucky laid down on top of you, and you let your one hand rub his broad back while the other stroked his hair

He was asleep within minutes, his peaceful little snores filling the room.

You smiled softly and kissed his forehead, cradling his head against your chest.

“Good night, Baby Boy. Sleep well, I love you.”

[beesspacedotorg]

The Sky is Blue, the Grass is Green

Summary: You love your girlfriend more than anything else in the world. It's not hard, she's perfect for you. You'd give her everything she could ever want and more still.

Warning: SEX LESBIAN SEX WITH GIRLS AND LESBIANS. I will say that reader has a vagina as does lino. hits is because I wrote this while half asleep after not sleeping for 16 hours with a sore throat and forgot to write gender neutral reader. outside of the fact that the reader has one of those body type is not specified because :|. uh. spanking (sorry, I'm me) and mommy kink (me) and girls being in love with each other

notes: happy pride month. I've been listening to a lot of music by sapphics recently and it made me gay. Also I saw some loser say that Chappell Roan is the first queer person to publicly yearn for women and that is phenomenally untrue. Internet person who I've never met, this was written to spite you. Sorry for not making this more inclusive to women of all body types or to all lesbians regardless of gender. mayhaps I will write something for you soon. EXTRA NOTE: Moon Chaeyoung is not a kpop idol (to my knowledge) she is Cindy Moon aka Silk aka a Spider-Man. Chaeyoung is her Korean name. sorry for the slander, Cindy, I love you more than anything but I needed a name.

You’re going to make her your wife one day. You know this with the certainty that you know everything else. The sky is blue, the grass is green, you are going to marry Lee Minho. You’re staring at her, watching her make breakfast (that isn’t actually breakfast because you’re eating it at 2pm) in an old school shirt of yours and you can feel your love for her swell through your heart to be pumped through the rest of your body. You think that loving her is the most effective drug on the planet, that people wouldn’t need anything stronger than an ibuprofen because just spending a minute alone with her is enough to give you a high unlike any other. She turns around to plate the food and catches you staring, she always does, and it makes her ears blush crimson.

“Yah,” she says it softly, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Why would I need a picture when I have the real thing right in front of me?” Her ears turn a new, deeper shade of red and she avoids your gaze.

“You’re a charmer, you know that?”

“I have the most beautiful woman in the world in front of me and you want me to be normal about it?” You roll your eyes playfully, and reach for your cup to take a sip of your juice.

“No, you don’t,” she says, suddenly.

“‘No, I don’t’ what?”

“You don’t have the most beautiful woman in the world in front of you,” she hands you your plate - with no eggs because you can’t stand them, and no pork because it makes you sick, and french toast the way your dad used to make on lazy Sunday mornings - made with love and care just like everything else she does.

“You don’t have the most beautiful woman in the world in front of you,” she repeats, sitting down next to you with her breakfast that’s completely different from yours, “I do.”

-

“Minnie Mouse?” You just came from work, calling through the house to see if she’s home, too. You can tell from the aggravated sigh that comes from the living room that she is, indeed, home.

“You could literally call me anything else,” she’s wrestling Dori on her lap, the tabby always staunchly opposed to having his nails clipped.

“Where’s the fun in that?” You sit down beside her and take the clippers, letting her soothe and calm Dori while you make yourself his least favorite for the night. You’ll live. He’ll come begging for attention when Minho’s too busy being great at everything to give it to him.

“The fun is not having your girlfriend break your toes in your sleep.” You laugh at her and bring her Doongie, holding him instead because he doesn’t care about the whole process even a little bit and you want to pet his soft head.

“Did you know there’s nothing they can do for broken toes?”

“Really? Doongie, please stop wiggling so much.”

“Yeah, they kind of just say ‘good luck’ and kick you out before charging you one million dollars for breathing hospital air.”

“American healthcare really is something. How’d you learn that by the way?”

“My friend had an experience once. Also, it was mentioned in a video game.” She laughs, kissing Doongie’s forehead, then yours.

“Did you learn anything else in that video game?”

“I have incredibly poor hand-eye coordination.”

“I could’ve told you that.”

“What- what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Will you get a towel to wrap Soongie in, please?”

“Hey, wait. Hey! You can’t just say weird things and walk away!”

(“Can you really tell that I have poor hand-eye coordination?” You ask her this while she’s splayed out under you, two of your fingers knuckle deep in her sweet cunt while a thumb circles her clit.

“What?” She’s out of breath and her chest is heaving in a way that makes her tits look even hotter than normal. You almost lose your train of thought.

“Earlier. You said you can tell that I have poor hand-eye coordination.”

“Jesus- you stopped fucking me to ask me that?” One of her hands that was cradling your wrist goes up to her eyes to rub at them. “You’re something else.”

“Well! I just remembered it! Maybe I’m not doing a good job-”

“Stupid girl,” she’s got you on your back now, seemingly not caring about the orgasm she was approaching before you got distracted. “When have I ever not told you when I didn’t like something?”

“Uh. Never?”

“Exactly, so why do you think I’d start now? With this?” She gestures between the two of you and you look, stupidly, like you will see something other than your naked, sweaty body and her equally naked, equally sweaty, incredibly sexy body.

“That’s… that’s a great question.”

“I was just teasing, jagi. That’s all.” She kisses the side of your mouth and you can feel the way her lashes flutter along your cheek in a perfect butterfly kiss. Everything about her makes you fall deeper in love the longer you know her, even her stupidly long and perfect eyelashes.

“So, about my hand-eye coordination.” She drops her head to your shoulder with another curse and your hand comes up to play with her hair.

“It’s still bad, believe me. I don’t notice it when we have sex, though. You’re perfectly good with your hands, jagi.”

“The best?” She smiles, kisses you on the mouth this time.

“The best.”)

-

She’s got you in between her legs in the tub, her strong thighs thrown over yours so you can’t move while she aims the jet of the shower head directly on your clit. It’s almost too much, it always is, an unyielding wall of pressure that sends shocks of pleasure through your body in a way that makes you squirmy beyond belief. The first time you did this to yourself, you ended up with bruises on your back, the first time you did this with her, you almost elbowed her in the face. As it stands, she’s got her arms wrapped around you as best she can as you whine underneath her.

“I can’t, I can’t. ‘S too much, please.”

“Jagi,” she coos it right into your ear, “you haven’t even came yet. You keep tapping out before it gets good. Don’t you wanna come, baby?” You nod and she tilts her head out of the way so you don’t nail her in the jaw.

“I want to, but it’s so much.” She coos as you again as your legs scramble uselessly for purchase underneath hers. The tile is too slippery for you to do so, and Minho’s thighs are no joke. She’s danced for years and her gym routine is nothing to scoff at. You could spend hours writing sonnets about her legs if you weren’t so distracted.

“You can though, can’t you, kitty cat?” Your hand pats frantically at her arm until she gets the message to hold it in one of her own. “You can be good for me, right? You’ll come the way I want you to?”

The sound you let out in response to that is more of a cry than anything else, she shushes you and kisses your cheek sweetly like she isn’t the one overloading your nerves with sensation, like the isn’t the one unleashing as much water pressure as possible on the most sensitive part of your body. She shifts her grip just slightly, adjusts the angle and that has you lurching forward so fast you almost knock her over.

“Silly girl, don’t run.” She pulls you right back to her chest, boobs pressed against your back as she fixes the spray directly at the angle that had you reeling. “I always forget how squirmy you get when we do this.” She giggles, like she’s watching a silly cartoon.

“Mommy,” you can’t think enough to say anything intelligent, high, pitchy moans coming out in place of words. You want to answer her, to tell her you weren’t trying to run, that you will be a good girl for her. She’s trained you better than this, but you can’t say much else beyond her title, beyond her name. You hope she knows what you’re trying to tell her anyway.

“Oh, jagi.” Her voice is soft and sweet, but the way she’s pinning you is not. Neither is the way she’s forcing you to take what she gives you. “Mommy’s here, kitty cat. Mommy’s got you.”

“Mommy. Mommy.” You’re repeating it, over and over, too dumb to say anything else as you feel the overwhelming input you’ve been receiving crest higher and higher. She hums after each mention of her name like she understands what you’re saying. Hums like you’re one of the cats meowing at her for attention. You suppose she’s not too far off.

You cum with a near silent scream, breath halting in your chest in a way that used to concern Minho when it first happened. She doesn’t keep the water pressure going for too long after that, dropping the showerhead to replace the stream with her fingers to help you ride it out. She only loosens her grip when you slump back against her, loose limbed and dazed, muscles still twitching from how tightly they were tensed. She kisses the side of your face and very politely keeps her hands above your waistline while you calm down.

“You feel better?” She’s holding the shower head again, and giggles when you close your legs, simply holding it to the side so it doesn’t spray water all over the floor.

“Mhm. Thank you, mommy.”

“I’m glad. Let’s finish showering, yeah? Mommy will clean you up.”

 (You’re leaning heavily against her as she guides you to sit on the bed, grabbing your respective lotions and hair care products and turning to take care of you first. You whine at her.

“Let me do yours!” She raises an eyebrow.

“Keep your eyes open for more than thirty seconds and maybe I will.” You lift your hands and manually pry your eyelids apart. She bats at them until you stop.

“Ew, it’s so gross when you do that. Freak.”

“I miss five minutes ago when you were telling me I’m the love of your life.”

“Five minutes ago you weren’t being a little shit head.”

“False. I’m always a shit head.” She hums and grabs your chin, wiggling your head a little until you look at her.

“No, sometimes, you’re my sweet little girl.”

“Oh.” There’s absolutely no hiding the way you react to her when she talks to you like that and your hands fly to her hips as she lets go and leans back out of your personal space to grab the stuff to start your post-shower routine.

“Let me eat you out.” It’s sudden, and comes out of you in a rush.

“What?” She nearly drops the bottle of leave-in, ears turning red.

“Please? Please. I’ll get on my knees right now.” She scoffs.

“You’re falling asleep as we speak”

“No, I’m wide awake right now. Please let me, please.” She hums.

“Let me finish what I’m doing and if you’re still speaking in full sentences and not going crazy with sleep induced hysteria, I’ll let you.”

“Yippee!”

“If you fall asleep you can have what you want in the morning.”

“You’re the best, ever.”

“I’m aware.”

By the time she’s done taking care of the both of you, you are definitely not well enough to be doing anything. That doesn’t stop you from trying though, and you fall asleep with your head pillowed on one of Minho’s thighs. She has to readjust you so you don’t suffocate in her cunt. What a way to go.)

-

Minho is having a bad day today. It isn’t often she has those, generally unflappable to most things, but she’d gotten into a fight with one of her work friends and came home in a huff.

“I just don’t understand why she won’t listen to me!” She’s slamming things open and closed around the kitchen while you sit on the counter. She works around you as she always does and doesn’t slam anything if it’s less than two feet away from you.

“I know, she’s a bitch. You should report her to HR or something.”

“I should!”

“I’ll help you draft the email. I’m very good at sounding bitchy in a nice way.”

“You are!” She’s aggressively chopping vegetables next to you and you rest a hand on her shoulder.

“Be careful of your fingers, lovie.”

“I’m always careful.”

“Of course you are,” you’re unusually agreeable because it will do nothing but harm to work your girlfriend up when she’s already upset. Besides, of the two of you, you’re more clumsy, so it’s not like you have any legs to stand on. 

“Do you want solutions to what’s going on, or do you want me to keep calling your coworkers mean names?” It’s nice to ask people what kind of support they want, you learned. Minho is a coin toss, sometimes she wants an immediate solution, sometimes she wants to complain. You always do your best to meet her where she is.

“The second one, please.” She’s sauteeing something in the wok, and it smells delicious. You peer over her shoulder.

“Pause. Is that pancit?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re the love of my life.”

“Yes, yes,” you touch your pointer finger to the tip of an iron-hot ear as she speaks, “please call Moon Chaeyoung a cunt again, it’s funny.”

And so you do, going into detail about all the ways Moon Chaeyoung is inferior at her job compared to your girlfriend until she asks you for genuine help.

(“Is there anything else you need?” She’s laying with her head in your lap as you make tiny braids in her hair. Her eyes are closing and she hums as she thinks about it. You’ve already given her all the advice that you can, her only course of action now is to do it.

“Well. I can think of some things.” She turns her head to the side and shoves her face into your crotch like an animal. You swat her shoulder lightly.

“You’re a horn dog. Insatiable.” She turns her eyes to you, squinting them so her cat-like gaze shifts from playful to predatory.

“Which one of us woke the other up this morning because they couldn’t stop shoving their hands in their pants?” She sits up, leaning over you.

“I was dreaming!” You’re giggling, slipping under her arm and moving away.

“You kept going after I woke you up!” She stands up, throwing her arms in the air indignantly. You cross your arms in response.

“I was horny!” 

“That’s exactly my point.” She has her head in her hands so the words come out muffled. She grumbles something and lunges after you. You squeal and head towards your room.

“Yah! Get back here you little shit!” She lets out a huff as you throw a cat toy at her.

“I thought I was the love of your life!”

“That was before you decided to run from me- don’t you dare close that damn door-” The bedroom door clicks shut and the sound of your giggles is uncontrollable. You hear her walk away before the lock jiggles and her head pops through.

“Guess who?” You laugh again, heading towards the bed to throw more things at her, it does nothing to stop her. It’s not long before she has you pinned underneath her.

“Hi,” you smile at her, leaning up for a kiss.

“All that and all you want to say to me is ‘hi’?”

“Yeah.” She rolls her eyes and flips you over as you yelp in surprise. You’re about to start questioning her when a sharp sting lights up your ass.

“Ah- Minho! Hey!”

“Stop squirming. I’m not done yet.” There’s another smack over your pants before she pulls them down and her palm is connecting with skin.

“This isn’t fair! I didn’t even do anything!” You’re protesting while laying limply across her lap. She laughs at you.

“‘This isn’t fair’ she whines. Why is your pussy so wet then, hmm?” She spreads your legs a bit and lands a smack there too, snickering when your legs close reflexively on her hand. “Be a good girl, jagi. Take what you’re given.”)

-

It’s sunny when you ask her. The air is hot and humid and she’s wearing this dress that’s making your brain melt out of your ears. You’re having a picnic, because you can, and she’s talking about this show that she’s watching with Jisung.

“And then- and you’ll never fucking believe this- he goes ‘I could never court her’ and she overhears. If that happened to me I would literally explode.” You hum, shoving a heart shaped sandwich in her mouth while you look at her side profile. She’s beautiful, sharp nose and a round face. You want to live the rest of your life with her.

You’ve talked about it before, on hazy mornings when the rest of the world is just waking. In the middle of the night when the only sound is the hoot of owls and the buzz of crickets. At lunch, at dinner, at breakfast. In the shower, over the phone, through text messaging when you’re at work. You both are listed on the cat's vet information, something she changed a year into dating that she was nervous about telling you.

  “I don’t want you to feel pressured,” she’d said, “or like they’re your responsibility. I can take you off if you want, but I thought that if I was out of town or if something happened, you should be able to take care of them.” She’d been nervous, ears red with shame instead of the cute way they flush when you flirt with her. 

“Thank you, jagi.” You don’t often call her that, preferring to torture her with bad puns using the syllables of her name, so her breath catches in her throat.

“You’re sure?”

“Of course.”

She knows every order that you get from fast food restaurants, she hounded your parents for their chicken noodle soup recipe when you got sick one time. She learned how to make your grandma’s spaghetti sauce and let’s you call her mommy in bed because it makes you feel safe.

She’s everything to you and then some, so when you tap her shoulder and hold out the ring you bought, it’s as natural as breathing. A fact of life, an inevitability. The sky is blue, the grass is green, you are going to marry Lee Minho.

“He keeps friendzoning her. It's absolutely despicable, like, are you blind or something-” She turns her gaze to you and her eyes go wide. “You’re joking.” Her eyes are welling with tears, something that you hardly ever see.

“I’m as serious as a heart attack, baby. Will you be my wife? I promise if you say yes I’ll start helping you make the bed in the morning instead of laying on it and making your job harder.” She hugs you, knocking you back onto the blanket you’re sitting on. The movement tips over your cup of lemonade and you damn near lose the ring.

“Of course I will. And you most certainly will not help. But that’s okay, I love you even if you create weird bumps in my sheets and mess up my hard work not five seconds after it’s done.” She kisses your face all over, resembling more like an overexcited puppy than the cats she favors, and you grab her hand to slip the ring on it.

“I love you, Minho. I really do.”

“I can’t believe I get to marry the most beautiful girl in the world,” she says, looking down at her hand.

“You don’t,” you start, kissing her cheekbone. “You don’t get to marry the most beautiful girl in the world. I do.”

(“You know,” she starts as you’re packing up, “I was going to propose to you soon.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Absolutely I am not.” She fishes around the pocket of her dress before pulling out a ring.

“This is so funny. Can I still have it?”

“Of course, it’s yours,” she slips it onto your finger, face heating up to match her ears, “everything I have is yours. Everything and then some.”)

[sourpatchys]

•A list of random things I headcannon for Tomura Shigaraki that I don’t know how to write about•

His neck and ears get red when he’s embarrassed or flustered

He unironically thinks stardew valley is one of the best games ever made (he will never admit it)

His hands are rough and calloused from his quirk and he actually hates it

He went through a phase where he wore colored contacts because he didn’t like his change in appearance

He hates looking at himself in the mirror

For most of his life he had an electric tooth brush that played music

He’s NOT a morning person.

He sleepwalks

He listens to classical music

He knows how to play the piano and the violin

He’s more of a cat person than a dog person (but he wouldn’t want either as a pet)

He has sensory issues with noise and is easily overwhelmed in crowded areas

Isn’t a picky eater whatsoever. He’ll eat dirt off the floor if it looks good enough

Big sis Magne really opened his eyes to the LGBT+ community— so now (even though he’s going to kill them all eventually) he’s an ally

Terrified of spiders (get that shit away from him)

He’s a messy guy with a messy room but he always makes sure it smells good

His nails get long and jagged because he isn’t a nail biter and he always ends up dusting the clippers somehow (he still tries)

Being called a man-child actually fucked him up and he had to take a second to reflect

He never peels his fruit (he will eat a kiwi RAW)

Some of his bottom teeth are crooked because he was afraid to pull his teeth out when they’d get loose

Terrified of the dentist.

When he found Izuku in the mall he was originally going to GameStop

He’s multilingual (AFO wanted to be sure he could be the symbol of fear all over the globe)

He does NOT like being touched OR touching others so his quirk makes him mad as hell

He didn’t watch cartoons growing up

He actually just hates tv as a whole— get that shit away from him.

He’s like an old man

He prefers news papers to google.

His email is probably something like “theitchofdeath@villians.com”

He actually really enjoys being barefoot outside because it’s the one and only way he can fully feel the ground without hurting it

He doesn’t want to hurt things all the time sometimes he just wants to be able to feel

[starlightrosa]

Husk's Manicure

With thanks and full credit to @kitselfindulgencefluff for this wonderful idea in a discord server we're both in! I just had to write this, tis too cute!

Pairing: Husk/Angel Dust - or Huskerdust as we know them <3

Summary: Husk allows Angel to do his nails. Husk, however, was not counting on it to tickle so much. But fret not, for our cat pays it back in kind.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Tickling, lotsa teasing, swearing, romantic Huskerdust, much fluff ahead, tons of cute fluffy pet names they both use, non-English words (in italics, translation list at the bottom haha)

Enjoy!

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“Huskie?”

“Yeah, my dove?” Husk asked, looking from the book he was happily reading, as he looked to his beautiful boyfriend Angel Dust, curled happily on top of him as the two enjoyed each other’s company. From losers to lovers. Husk loved Angel dearly, and he could tell Angel felt the same.

“Can I do your nails? Give my favourite kitty a manicure? Pleeeeease? Pretty pleeeease?” Angel begged.

“I ain’t your damn mannequin.” Husk grumbled in an effort to regain some of his usual grumpy demeanour from this soft scene between the two, though the effect was lost both from the soft voice and the little smile to Angel. He jokingly put his book back up to his face, enjoying the whimper from Angel as his book was lowered back down by one of the spider sinner’s many hands, and he was faced with the biggest puppy eyes (spider eyes?) he’d ever seen.

“Pleaseeee, Huskie! Ya know I love ya, so much.” Angel tried again. Husk chuckled and softly kissed the top of Angel’s head. Damn it, this spider was turning him soft. But how could he ever say no to someone like Angel? The short answer to that question was the fact that it was impossible to ever refuse Angel Dust, because Angel deserved the world. To Husk, Angel was his world.

“For you, mi corazon. For you, I’ll sit through it, because you are my beautiful spider. Just don’t put any pink glittery shit on me. I don’t look good in glitter.” Husk joked.

Angel had a wide grin as he cuddled deeper into Husk’s warm fur. “You’re still beautiful enough for me, Huskie~!”

Husk chuckled, his wings curling around Angel’s body in a protective manner, their hearts beating softly in time with one another. “Oh shut up, you sap.”

“Make me, cutie.” Angel shot back with a wink, his tone sickeningly adoring. “Can I do your nails yet?” the alluring spider asked.

Husk sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. But no pink glittery shit, you hear me?”

Angel grinned and gently pushed himself off of Husk.

“Got it, babe. I’ll be right back!” he said, running upstairs to his hotel room to go fetch what he needed. His therapy pig, Fat Nuggets was dozing gently in his little pet bed as Angel grabbed his tools of choice. Nail files, hand moisturiser, nail clippers, a buffer, a clear base and top coating for the actual nail painting bit and some cleansing wipes in case Angel made a mistake and needed to quickly correct it.

Angel hurried down the grandeur stairs to the lobby and hurried back into the room, his heeled boots clicking softly. Husk was there waiting, his claws on display. A bit overgrown and a bit dulled, no doubt from lack of care. But Angel would have them looking gorgeous in no time.

Angel knelt down on the floor and took Husk’s left hand, immediately starting to remove the cuticles and buffing each claw carefully. His slender fingers grazed over Husk’s paw pads. Normally, Angel wouldn’t have even noticed, but the choked down giggle and barely repressed squirming from Husk made Angel’s focus break.

“Pfft- Huskie, what was that noise?”

“Shut it, Legs. You know what you’re doin’…” Husk responded grumpily, trying to gently tug his hand out of Angel’s grip. But the spider sinner turned his palms up, letting Angel see the paw pads and the toe beans on both of Husk’s hands.

“Oh my fucking God…” Angel murmured, looking to Husk like he was a precious treasure. “You have fuckin’ BEANS!”

“T-They’re my paw pads, not beans!” Husk tried to explain, but Angel squealed loudly in sheer cuteness overload. His boyfriend just kept on surprising him every damn day, and Angel grinned. A whole new part of his Husk to love, right along with the rest of him.

Now that Angel knew Husk had ticklish little paw pads, he tried his best to continue on with the nail treatment, enjoying Husk’s laughter. Angel didn’t think he’d ever seen Husk so… content, and the domestic scene was sweeter than sugar.

“So this is why ya never let me hold ya hand out in public~! Your little paw pads are so ticklish, ya can’t even handle me holdin’ your hand. That’s adorable, Huskie!” Angel teased, his fuzzy fingers sweeping gently over Husk’s palms.

“Hah, fuck! Angel, thahahat fuckin’ tihihickles! Ya prihihick, cut that ohohout!” Husk demanded, the annoyed effect he wanted completely diminished by the honey-sweet giggles that left the grumpy cat’s lips.

“Ohh, this tickles? Damn, I wonder what’d happen if I just, y’know, did this.”

Before Husk could protest, Angel pressed his lips to the paw pad and blew a gentle raspberry. And I shall throw my hat down and say with the utmost sincerity to you, dear reader, that Husk fucking snorted.

“HAHAHA, JEHEHESUS! FUHUHUCKIN’ STAHAHAP! AHAHAHANGEL, I CAN’T-!” Husk wailed, his tail whacking against the armrest of the sofa where he sat, another loud snort leaving him as Angel simply did the same thing to the other hand this time. And when Angel pulled away, the spider sinner snickered before he fell into laughter himself.

“Hahaha, dihihid you fuckin’ SNORT? You sure you’re a cat, Huskie? Maybe you’re a piggy on Old McDonald’s farm. With a snort-snort here, and a snort-snort there and all.” Angel teased, an almost evil smile on his face.

“E-I-E-I-Oh, go fuck yourself.” Husk joked right back, laughing along with his boyfriend, both from his own response to Angel’s quip as well as the tickling happening on his paw pads. He did not remember his hands ever being this ticklish while he was alive.

Eventually after what felt like literal centuries but was probably only a couple hours, Angel managed to buff Husk’s nails into a better state, and filed the overgrowth away, leaving his nails much more catlike and slender.

Angel pulled away at last, and Husk flexed his new nails. Damn, they were near unrecognisable. They looked… good.

“Do ya like ‘em?” Angel asked. Husk found himself smiling.

“You did great, my dove.” Husk murmured, before he got quite a fun idea. He slowly let his mouth tick upwards into a cheeky grin, looking at Angel.

“U-Uh? Huskie? Why are ya lookin’ at me like that? Unless ya, heh, see somethin’ ya like~?” Angel asked, trying to tease Husk a little more.

“Oh, there’s a lot I like seein’ when it comes to you, little dove. But I think my claws would just looooove to meet those cute little sides of yours.” Husk crooned, his aforementioned claws wriggling slightly.

Angel gulped. Uh oh. He got up and started to back away from Husk, but the cat was quicker and simply tugged Angel back sharply. Angel stumbled over his fashionable boots and Husk caught him, one hand gently guiding the alluring arachnid to the floor, as Husk straddled his waist and smirked.

“H-Huskie, plehehease! Dohohon’t!” Angel begged, already seeing those nails. Oh Christ, that was gonna be crazy ticklish if Husk got his hands on him.

“Aw, why not? My claws just wanna meet the person who took care of them so well~ don’t be shy, little dove. Come say hi to them. There’s only ten of them to say hi to!” Husk responded.

“Ooh, look at this. My claws are sooo close to saying hi! They’re just dyin’ to meet ya, Angel. Just sooooo close to those little sides, and hips. Can’t wait to tickle ‘em all I want, and have ya giggling like the lil cutie you are~!”

Angel whined through his laughter bubbling past his lips. “F-Fuck… Huskie, plehehease! Gehehet it ohohover wihihihith!” Angel begged.

“Your wish is my command, you adorable little arachnid.” Husk crooned, before his claws met Angel’s sides, the tickling finally starting, which was both a blessing and a curse for the poor ticklish spider. Being left in anticipation for so long, Angel had no damn chance to ever resist. He fell apart instantly.

“NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” Angel cackled, squirming for all he was worth. Husk snickered at the over-the-top reaction.

“Goddamn, you get more ticklish here or somethin’?” Husk asked, his claws not letting up even once.

“STAHAHAHAP!”

“Stop? Oh hell no, I’ve just gotten started. Tickle, tickle, bellissimo ragno!” Husk cooed, still tickling his sides happily.

Angel’s blush brightened at the Italian words rolling off his lover’s tongue, and Angel responded in kind.

“F-FaHAHAHAHA! F-Fa il solletico, Husk! Per favore! Abbi pietà!” Angel begged, laughter overtaking him as his legs kicked out behind Husk. Husk’s ears twitched as he heard Angel out and snickered.

“Mercy? You want mercy, eh? Is my sweet spider too ticklish? Is he?” Husk enquired, those damn ticklish claws not once letting up. Angel would have lasted much longer… if it were not for the fact that Husk’s claws were scratching gently at his hips, and it basically drove the poor spider over the edge.

“Yes! Yes! I’m too ticklish! Please, Huskie! Enough! I give up!” Angel babbled, his laughter going silent as he went limp.

Husk slowed his claws, settling for just tapping them gently on the spider’s hips, allowing Angel to take a breather. Angel gasped and slumped against Husk, the back of his hand pressing against his mouth to muffle the leftover giggles he still had.

Husk ran his claws through Angel’s hair. Angel sighed and laid in Husk’s lap, enjoying the feeling of Husk fussing with his luscious white and pink locks.

“Feels so nice, Huskie.” Angel murmured, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Yeah, I know. Go to sleep, little dove. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” Husk murmured, still raking his soft hands through his beloved’s hair.

“G’night, Huskie…” Angel whispered, feeling his eyes close.

“Goodnight, Angel. Ti amo, bellissimo ragno.” Husk murmured. Angel couldn’t help but smile, mumbling the last word as he fell asleep in Husk’s arms.

“Anch'io ti amo, Huskie...”

Husk smiled. Maybe this was what happiness looked like.

The End!

(TRANSLATION LIST HERE)

Mi corazon - my heart (Spanish)

bellissimo ragno - beautiful spider. (Italian)

Fa il solletico, Husk! Per favore! Abbi pietà - It tickles, Husk! Please! Have mercy! (Italian)

Anch'io ti amo - I love you too. (Italian)

[qhoaaaa]

"Let me be sappy..."

Milo/Sweetheart

Fluff/Suggestive

On this particular night, Sweetheart comes home, after a few store errands, to see Milo a few episodes ahead on the show they watch together. He's hunched over, clipping and filing his nails while intently watching the drama on screen.

Aggro is sleeping next to him, small head laying on his thigh.

He doesn't even register that they're there - clicking the nail clipper on a few fingernails - when he hears them cough, that grabs his attention.

When he moves to see them, sitting up straight, they see a small object next to him on the couch arm rest. Is that a bowl? They observe a few stray kernels on a napkin next to it. He never liked having un-popped kernels mixed with the popcorn. They sigh, smiling at him, "So I assume you had a day in?" He nervously chuckles, "Ha... yes?" They snort, "And you'll pick up any stray clippings?" He scoffs, "Aw, come on, Sweetheart! I gotta make myself look pretty for you, don't I?" They stifle a laugh, the urge to make a comeback but they're pretty beat.

He pats the cushion next to him, "Come sit, I'll go back to when you left." He grabs the remote, pressing buttons to go back a few episodes. He even wrote down what timestamp they stopped at, a little scribble written on his arm. As he's clicking on the remote, they say, "Milo, I gotta put these away." He puts the remote down, making a noise of confirmation, gets up and goes to them. Aggro shuffles in a ball as Milo stands, the only source of warmth leaving the cat. They watch as he grabs the bag gently from their hand, tugging on it to see if they'll let him take it. They let it go and he smiles, "There you go. I got it, so you sit your pretty self down and I'll be back, okay?" They have no choice but to oblige. Once Milo's got his mind set on something, he'll do it, no questions asked if its regarding his mate.

They watch Milo turn and leave into the kitchen, bag full of groceries. They place the other 2 bags on the coffee table, sighing as they melt onto the couch. The new weight on the couch wakes up Aggro. Aggro shakes his head out of sleepiness, wide blue eyes staring at Sweetheart. They scratch under his chin, a loud purr coming from the small cat. They smile and hear the sound of a door opening in the kitchen. Milo's putting away the groceries that they're going to use to cook tomorrow's dinner. They think about that for a moment, cooking with their mate. Its an activity they both enjoy, both Stealth and Shifter are pretty handy in the kitchen. But Milo's food always takes the cake. They don't know what he puts in it, but it always tastes better than expected. They are snapped back to reality at the feeling of Aggro laying in their lap, and the sound of Milo coming back to grab the rest of the bags. As he's about to pick them up, he catches their wandering gaze. The corner of his lip twitches up, "You okay?" They smile at him, "Yeah, just thinking." His head cocks to the side, "About?" He's teasing, knowing them its usually about him. Their face gives it away, they say, "I'd lean in for a kiss but there's a cat in my lap. Better hurry." He chuckles, "I'll be quick, Sweetheart."

Minutes later, Milo is done putting away the groceries. They hear the sounds of him bundling up the bags in a ball, and throwing them somewhere underneath the sink. They smile as they hear his footsteps come back into the living room. The TV hasn't changed, still hovering over the "START OVER" icon as Sweetheart pets Aggro somewhat lazily. Milo looks down at the cat, gentle fingers reaching over to stroke the cats head. He moves around the couch and sits down in his spot, leaning his body toward Sweetheart in the middle. After a few moments, the cat gets up and jumps on the coffee table, stretching. He looks up at his owners, eyes indicating an annoyed mood due to the shifting of weight around him. Milo and Sweetheart just watch him, both not bothering to stop him. On a usual day they would, but now, the pair of mates just want to relax. Or, more so than Milo has done already. Lucky. Milo tries to pull Sweetheart into him, whispering for them to lay on him.

Sweetheart stretches instead, and its like one of those cat stretches with the paws all out stiff. Milo chuckles and reaches to ruffle their hair, of which they retaliate and grab his arm. He watches them lay out on the rest of the couch, their warm coat still on, laid out like a pair of wings around them. Their legs, with boots still on, hang over the arm rest, simply too long for this poor couch. He looks over the length of their clothed body, before going to their bright eyes, "Sweetheart, come on... I wanna hold you, I haven't all day." Finally, as if he has to tempt them, they sit up and shuffle off their coat. Seeing as the rest of the night is going to be a lazy one, they set the coat on the little stand next to the couch. They reach for their boots but Milo is already taking them off. He smiles to himself as they watch, his hands releasing the straps on the side and unzipping the zipper. He removes the boot with care, watching to see if Sweetheart would have any kind of reaction due to being on their feet all day. They let out a sigh as one boot is off, Milo notices it and begins to massage their foot, "Sore?" They nod, "Yeah, guess I still have to break them in..." With one hand softly massaging one foot, Milo takes the other boot off with his free hand. He brings their feet together and socks or not, they can surely feel that its working. They lean back on the arm rest, letting out a small sigh of relief as his hands work their magic. Milo kicks their boots to the side, massaging their feet until they're satisfied.

Once they are, they sit up and change their position, cuddling into Milo like he asked. They press their side into him, leaning on him. His arm finds its way to their waist, holding them close. They lay their head on his shoulder and he turns to press a few kisses on their cheek and jaw. Sweetheart shuffles around, giddy at the kisses after a long day. Milo grabs the remote, "Should I restart it now?" They hum, "As long as you don't shout everything thats going to happen, right before it happens." He scoffs, "I don't do that!" They kiss his cheek, "Yeah, you do. Especially with re-runs, baby."

They settle into each other as the series plays again. 3 episodes in, Milo notices that they're tired but they want to keep watching, at least to the episode they caught him at. He looks at them for a few hard seconds, seeing the exhaustion in their eyes, but also noticing their attentiveness to the show. They blink and turn to him, "What's wrong?" He places a hand on their thigh, "We can watch this tomorrow, Sweetheart, you wanna go up?" It doesn't take long for them to agree.

With a quick shower, Sweetheart comes out with their damp hair lain across their shoulders, a towel wrapped around them. Milo had been waiting for them in their room, making sure everything was neat, phones were being charged, cat was fed and put to sleep. Before they went in, they picked out a set of pajamas they wanted to sleep in, and Milo sought to help them get ready. He knew a lot was on their mind, that they seemed tense right now. They insisted on getting the groceries, but that led to something being miraculously sold out so they had to go to another store across town. With the searching and driving around, it was no wonder his Sweetheart seemed stressed tonight. And he wanted to help.

As they walked out of the bathroom, Milo's eyes outlined their wet hair that stuck to their skin. He eyed their neck, as wonderful as it is, now isn't the time to be thinking about that. He relaxed at the sight of them, and when they looked at him, they did too. Their lips curled into a smile, "What are you looking at, Milo?" He didn't answer, and went to them as they reached for the sleep clothes. As he got closer, the amusement in their eyes brightened. He could smell their fresh scent this close, the citrus smell of their shampoo, coconut lotion spread on their upper body. He admired their features, their eyes, their lips, the way their cheeks lifted up as they smiled and... oh. He hums as they press their lips on his. A lingering kiss, finished with him saying, "Let me, Sweetheart." They take their hand back from the clothes, letting Milo sort out the pile neatly. He sets a pair of fuzzy sweats down and tugs lightly at the fitted towel on them, "Can I take this off?" They nod and he removes the towel from them, folding it on his arm and placing it on the bed. He takes a step back to look at their body, his hot gaze making them shiver. Or maybe its because they're standing there with nothing on.

After a few seconds, they chuckle, "Milo, I'm cold." He snorts, stepping closer to slide his hands on their sides, "Will you let me warm you up later?" They place their hands on his shoulders, "Yeah, in the morning. Right now, I just want to sleep." He smiles, leaning in for a kiss. His hands pull them into him, deepening the kiss. They make a sound of enjoyment, wrapping their arms around his neck. They feel his tongue lick their bottom lip, and they open for him. His warm tongue slides against theirs, he groans against their lips. A tender kiss cut short by them pressing a hand to his chest. He pulls away, now feeling the goosebumps on their skin. He smirks, "Because of me?" They pat a pec, "Because I'm cold. Are you gonna dress me or not?" He chuckles, "Come on, you know I like taking my time, Sweetheart." He kisses their cheek, using a hand to wipe any saliva around their mouth. They lean into his hand, lingering there for a few moments. Milo simply admires them, then remarks, "Uh, you don't look too cold there, Sweetheart." They stifle a laugh, "Shush, let me enjoy this." His other hand glides over their collarbone, then to their shoulder. His warm touch making them feel electric, a small smile on their face, a beam of pride for Milo.

He's all about making his mate feel happy, happy and good. Secure. Safe. He knows they can handle themself but whats a wolf at their side as extra measure? And more or less, a whole wolf pack who loves them just as much.

Milo removes his hand from their cheek, they watch it move over their chest, then down to their torso. It lands on their hip, his other still at their shoulder, rubbing their arm. He looks up at them, eyes soft, calming, resplendent, intelligent and intent on their needs. He tilts his head, suggesting a kiss. They give him a toothy grin, giggling as they meet his lips. The small peck devolves into a plethora of kisses, many of which are placed at their neck. Milo moves closer to them, leaning up to attack their neck into his addicting touch. They certainly aren't cold now. Their warm hand is placed at the back of his neck, keeping him there, of which he is happy to do so. Their chuckles turn into fits of laughter as they feel Milo nibble on the bare skin. He only makes noises of confirmation, to confirm they want this, if they want more. His eyes are sharp, but his ears are moreso. Even throughout their laughter and swaying movement, he always watches them, any noise they make that might indicate something is wrong or he did something they didn't like. But right now, they're giving him all the signs to keep going.

Moments later, before he starts to suck on their neck, Milo's Sweetheart pats his shoulder. He pulls back, watching their face as they calm down. Their eyes are shining, looking at him in glee, their laugh lines evident even with a closed smile. He places a final kiss on their lips, and grabs their clothes. He slides on their underwear, playfully snapping the hem on their skin. They look amused, eyes only on him, watching carefully to what he's doing. He asks, "Where's your lotion? You put some up here..." two fingers trailing down their neck, "so I think I should help down here, hm?" They feel his fingers gently press onto their hip then down to the thigh, "Left it in the bathroom. Want me to get it?" He clicks his tongue, "Oh no, no, no, Sweetheart. I want you to sit down and relax, you're tired enough as is. Like I said before, let me do it, okay?" Milo leaves for the bathroom to grab their lotion, Sweetheart sits on the bed, and smiles when he comes back out. He chuckles when he sees them there, "Look at you," he kneels down between their legs, placing the bottle on the floor next to him, "Spread your legs for me a bit."

They do as he asks, earning a low chuckle from him. He gets closer to caress their thighs, sliding his hands over their knee and to their calves. They watch as he grabs the bottle, opens it and squeezes a good amount of lotion on his palm. He spreads it on his palms and rubs it gently on their skin. He starts with their feet, making sure to give them another massage. Sweetheart looks around at the room, now recognizing another scent, "Is that vanilla?" He presses a kiss on their knee, "Yeah, thought a candle might help with the, uh, ambiance." He lathers his hands in more lotion, spreading it along their calves and ankles. They ask, "And what would that be?" They feel his hands creep up to their thighs, he stands and looks down at them, eyeing their body. He grabs the bottle and gets the last bit he needs, applying the cold substance to their warm skin. Then, he leans down at the waist, to be at eye level, his hands on the bed on either side of their waist.

Milo looks deeply into their eyes, their hand pulls him in for a kiss. They feel him smile against their lips, a guttural laugh as he pulls away, "That work for you?" They nod, he licks his lips, "Good." Then, he stands back up. Now that their legs are done, he tells them to move up on the bed. Their eyes don't leave him as they move, and when they stop, Milo covers a smile by biting his lip. Seeing his mate like that, it might be a little too much. He gets on the bed, crawling over them. As he does so, he presses endless kisses over their stomach, lips never leaving their sweet skin, trailing up to their chest. They lean their head back, feeling him move up and nibble on their throat. Their voice wavers when they feel his teeth gently sink into their skin, canines poking into them. He growls in delight, "You like my teeth, Sweetheart?" They only respond with a small "mmm-hmm", hips bucking up a little at the feel of Milo's hand at their waist, squeezing them. He places a light kiss on the small imprint of his canines, seeing the mark when he pulls away. He comes back up and finally sits on their lap, his legs straddling their thighs nice and tight.

They sit up as well, and they spend a few moments running their hands all over each other. Any bit of skin they can reach, but eventually they take his shirt off. He giggles as they run their hands under his shirt, feeling their knuckles brush against his skin. As they get it off of him, throwing it off the side of the bed, their hands lay on his chest. He hums, "Your hands are warm..."

"Guess I'm not cold anymore."

"Good. I want you comfortable. You need that right now, Sweetheart."

His hand slides over the side of their face, cupping their cheek. They watch and relax, leaning into him. Their eyes look at him, he has a gentle smile, the same one they've fallen for ever since they broke into his apartment. He continues, "I know tonight didn't go as planned. You came home tired, drove all the way across town for stuff we won't even need 'til tomorrow. But, now that you are home, with me, I can finally cuddle you properly, like how we should've been this entire night!" He stops to give them a kiss, "You know I like helping you relax, helping you ease that tension away from that big brain of yours, watching your shoulders drop when I give you a massage, feeling you melt into me... I love you, Sweetheart, and I'll do anything I can to help you, even just a little bit." They lean into him, giving him a few well deserved kisses as thanks. Milo grabs their hand when they pull away, he entangles their fingers, firmly holding their hand with a tight squeeze to affirm even more that he's there for them, no matter what, exhaustion be damned. They sigh, leaning into his ear to whisper, "...so, does this mean you won't be dressing me tonight?" They cackle as he gasps, a dramatic exasperated look on his face, "Oh, come here!" He drops them on the bed, their legs curling up to his waist. They continue laughing as he kisses them, his hands at their shoulders to keep them down, their hands holding his forearms. Their laughs turn into soft gasps when he moves down to their neck once more. He murmurs, "Mmm, that got you quiet? You like when I kiss that spot, baby?" He removes himself from their neck to see them, when they nod he orders, "Say it. You know I wanna hear you."

They don't reply, only giving him an amused smile with joy in their eyes. He raises an eyebrow at them, "My Sweetheart not gonna answer me? Not even a little? Not even when I do this...?" He finishes that by moving down on them, placing wet kisses all over their throat. He chuckles when they squirm under him, he continues down to their chest. He takes in their scent, wondering how beautiful the scent would be if mixed with his. To be able to smell him on them, claiming them by giving them a jacket or ruining the sheets (and each other) in a night of passion. There's so many ways his mate honors him, just by their presence alone, just by being with him, its a gift, and one he will never take lightly. His thoughts fade away when his lips reach their stomach, earning him a light call of his name from the breathtaking Stealth under him. He looks up at them, rubbing his cheek into their belly. He gives a few more kisses and moves back up to them, "You called for me?"

They snicker at him, patting his arm, "You made me!" His smile widens, "That was just a few kisses! I didn't know that your belly was, mmm, sensitive for my lips. Might have to explore that later-! "Milo!" They interject, smiling and nudging their head to get up. He sits up, moving off of them and helps them move up. He gives them a kiss on the cheek, and one on the forehead and sits back on his knees, "Want me to get you changed now?" They nod, "Yes, please. As... electric as your kisses are, I'm sleepy." He snorts, grabbing the long since forgotten set of pajamas. He helps them slide on the sweats first, though leaning over them to kiss them. One hand puts on the clothes, the other to hold himself up so he doesn't fall on them. They hold him by his shoulder, "You can't help yourself, can you?" They move their hips up as the sweats reach their ass, "Nope, " he makes a pop noise at the letter, "and I never will." They scoff, rolling their eyes and he fakes a dramatic gasp again, "Come on, let me be sappy for once...!"

Soon, he has their clothes on and gives them another kiss on the lips. He tells them to get comfortable in bed while he gets up. He grabs the leftover towel and bottle of lotion, bringing them back to the bathroom. He could throw the towel in their hamper, but that all the way back and he doesn't want to make 2 trips. That, and his Sweetheart is waiting for him. And Hell would rather freeze over than he would keep them waiting too long. He just leaves the towel on the sink, with the lotion over it so he's reminded that it's dirty in the morning. He turns off the light and leaves, going back to the bedroom. The vanilla candle is still burning and its made a considerable pool of half molten wax already. He shrugs, keeping it on and turning off the ceiling light. The room falls dark except for the light of the candle brushing on their face. He looks at them, snug under their blanket, eyes already closed, the golden light shown on their face, it makes them look cute. Milo loves how he's the only one who gets to see them like this. He gets to see them at their best, at their worst, and he's going to be there for them no matter what. He's pledged his heart to them, his soul, his Core even. He wants to give them everything he can and he'll do anything to achieve that. After all, mates come first.

He comes back to bed, moving and shuffling into the sheets. He feels their warmth almost instantly as they open their eyes halfway. He smirks at their groggy face, their cheek smushed against the pillow, struggling to not let sleep take them for a few more moments. Their hand moves on to his waist and he knows what to do. He moves closer, feeling their arms wrap at his waist and he does to same to them. He sighs on their chest, "You're cute." They make a noise, "You're sappy." He laughs, "I know."

"I love you."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for giving away my sisters fish?

This is a dumb and very long story (i could probably shorten it somehow but I don't know how) and I know the title makes me look bad.

Ok so, one evening my mom and my little sister(let's call her Jess) brought home a container of four fish that mum said she saw a guy selling on the road for about 2 dollars (I'm not american so I just calculated and it comes out to around 2 dollars)

This was during the end of year break when Jess was home (usually we all go to boarding school) None of us had ever had pet fish before and we didn't know what kind of fish they were, they looked different from each other and their size difference was pretty big too(the largest was about the size of three nail clippers stacked on top of each other and the smallest was about the size of 1/2 of a car key). So we weren't sure of the species of any and bought the most nondescript pack of fish food we could find, they ate it so we thought things were ok.

About 1 month into the break though (the end of year break where I am is 2 months), 1 of the fish died for reasons we still don't know (we changed the water every 3 days) and two weeks later a second one just disappeared, it wasn't in the bowl, and no one knew what happened. So by the time school started there were 2 fish left (Jess was sad but we also have dogs so she wasn't too sad)

All of us go to different boarding schools but ive been going to a day-school this past year because I'm scheduled for a surgery, so when everyone went back it was just me with the fish.

My elder sister (let's call her Kat) came home from university for a while and she thought the fish were cool so she asked my mom if she could tell her where she got them so she could get some for her dorm. My mom told her she just got them from some guy on the road who didn't have a stall and probably wouldn't be there if she drove to the place she found him. So she went back to uni without any fish

Flash forward, 4 weeks into the term, my mom comes to get me from school and she says was passing the area she saw the guy and he was there with another container of fish this time with about 10 fish also of various muddy and sandy colours, about length of the diameter of a soda-bottle cap (my mom said they also cost her about 2 dollars). I said we could split the fish in half, keep 6 and give Kat 6 for her dorm.

So I'm sitting in the car, holding the container of fish my laps and my mom suddenly stops the car because a person walking on the sidewalks falls into the trenches on the sides of the road. The person is ok but the car stops so suddenly and I'm not holding the container securely so it falls from my laps.

The container has a lid so the car is ok but the guy added some small rocks and a fake plant to the container so they kind of bury the some of fish and 6 of them die. I look on like an idiot while mom tries to settle the rocks but another fish is buried when the rocks are settled.

By the time we get home and transfer all the living fish into the bowl we already have, we have 5 fish in total. We move them to a new, slightly bigger bowl and feed them but by the next morning when I'm going to school i see 3 fish left.

When I get home, I tell my mom that maybe we aren't ready for fish and we should give them to Kat whose dorm may be less of a safety hazard (during the end of year break we used to play with the fish a lot, trying to touch their tails etc so we're definitely the reason the first batch died anyway. We're also 8 kids and there are kids older and younger than me so it would be hard to stop EVERYONE from being rough with the fish). I also had exams coming up and I was starting to put of changing the water and cleaning bowl until i saw algae growing on sides.

Kat has a roommate who thinks the fish are cool too so incase one of them forgets maintaining the fish the other can do it. (I also kind of secretly hoped the all fish would just die a week or two into being with them so it wouldn't bother them anymore I feel bad about it)

Anyway, 3 weeks later when Kat came home she took the fish with her. It's around the middle of the first term so it was Visitation Day at Jess's school yesterday (I think the name is self explanatory) and the first thing she asked about was the fish. I didn't know what to say so I told her the truth and she was so SAD!!(I mean obviously she'd be sad but visitation day is supposed to be a good day) because we named the fish and everything(the first batch, not the second) . I tried to tell her how Kat and her roommate were nice and would give the new fish good name but she said that was dumb I knew that was dumb and I wish had just lied about the whole thing and asked my mom to buy new fish but I feel like Jess would know so said nothing else

My mom kind of cheered her up by saying that during the holidays they could go get a good tank and actual goldfish from a better place but she was mad at me because I suggested that the fish be given to Kat and I feel like she's right because it would be stupid to ask Kat to bring the fish wish her the next time she came home.

All my other siblings not just Jess also got attached to the fish so I'll just be breaking the news to everyone for the next three weeks (because all schools where I am schedule visitation day in the same month) and just generally ruining the mood.

What are these acronyms?

[happyhealthycats]

It took me a couple hours to find a cat nail clipper that didn't have a light on it or a little nail tray for the clipped bits or little scissor loops for your fingers or, most annoyingly of all, one of those damn guards on the back.

These bad boys are great and my idiot ass just realized from now on I should search for "professional pet nail trimmers" because I trust myself more than any of those gadgets.

[moveslikekeithrichards]

finally cleaned out one of our cabinets in the classroom today. it was filled with 20 years of crap from the last 2 teachers (kindergarten, if it makes a difference). found, among other things:

seriously like 30 things of jimmies, presumably from past ice cream parties

spices??? glass salt & pepper grinders, a giant size thing of cinnamon, cayenne pepper of all things. the date on the pepper said 2009

so much fish food. rip to all the attempted class pets of years past

fucking giant cut glass punch bowl

an ice bucket, presumably to accompany the punch bowl

a crusty little set of drawers with various first aid materials including cleaning wipeys that expired in 2011 and rusty nail clippers

giant pot like a pot that you make a months worth of soup in a pot that surely could only be used on an entire stove

a whole bottle of vegetable oil??? like literally what the fuck were we cooking what did i miss

a shit ton of baggies, plastic wrap, foil, wax paper, etc but one thing of wax paper in particular, according to my brief package design research, was from the literal 1960s

unopened easter egg stamping kit from 1996. its as old as me

not in this particular cabinet but during cleaning i found a folder of professional development handouts from 2004

[luvissues]

ugh thinking about the 141 with a cat and i don’t know why

it’s an odd situation for sure. everyone’s pretty certain that price still thinks the poor thing is a stray they’ve decided to feed, even though he catches it snoozing around base and weaving through his legs whenever they’re stationed.

ghost was convinced that the mangy thing had fleas from whatever alley the sergeants had scruffed it from, but for once his words fell on deaf ears. the skinny thing just needed some meat on its bones, was all. they were sure of it.

and yeah, okay, so maybe they were a little drunk when they picked the thing up. but it was a poor little tabby; surely they could just feed it for long enough that you didn’t hear the rattle of its bones with its steps?

ghost had the be the one to toss it out, not thinking much of it. he was doing the boys a favor, getting rid of the thing before price could beat it away with a broom (or scare it off with some stray shots from his pistol).

but that doesn’t bring much reprieve, because the lieutenant had called it from the start- the damn thing was outside, sure, but it wouldn’t go away.

“dinnae- don’t shut it out, ghost, the cat jus’ wants some lovin’” soap would scold as he poked his head over to look out the window, catching the tiny head poking right back up at him from behind the glass.

“you keep that damn moggy out of here, johnny.” was all he got in reply. (ghost fails to mention that the only reason he hates the pet is because it’s fur is especially noticeable on the black fabric of his mask.)

but of course they just keep going out to feed it anyway. gaz keeps making off-handed comments about it in front of price on accident and ghost thinks he might just have to strangle him if that means it’ll shut ‘im up.

though, price doesn’t really notice it at all until he leaves the doors cracked open- base was too hot, too stuffy- and the kit just slips in beneath his feet. and no matter how many times he tracks it down, ushers it back outside with a nudge of his boot, it keeps making its way in. so he closes the doors and- wait- who the opened the window? fuckin’ hell, now the cat’s damn near crawling into their ceiling…

so maybe it’s back inside now. and maybe gaz really doesn’t feel like washing it, cleaning off all that grime the pelt’s accumulated since ghost had kicked it out. so maybe he tosses it in the bathroom while his lieutenant’s in the shower, because “he threw it outside, yeah? now he can clean up the mess.”

that’s when the situation finally comes to attention (there are angry red marks hidden under ghost’s clothes; cat was was clean now, but that thing needed a damn pair of nail clippers). ghost carries it out into the hall by its neck, fur still dripping and leaving a trail on the tile behind them.

he’s a little peeved that price couldn’t seem to care less. cap’s a little annoyed that his sergeants have been so distracted, sure, but nowhere near as irritated as ghost would’ve thought he’d be.

“spoiled rotten,” the captain tsked, shaking his head as ghost let it drop. he’d carried it all the way to price, hissing and scratching; the thing’s scurried off to some corner of the office now, and all it did was bring a furrow to his superior’s brow. “the thing’s gonna starve when they’re not here to coddle it.”

“wouldn’t bother me any,” ghost grunted. he kicked around the corners of the room until the cat slunk back out, nothing more than a lazy little shadow that stuck around because of its indulgent caretakers. “should take it out, stupid thing.”

price just rolls his chair back up to the desk, hunching over it as his gaze drops back down to his work. his pen taps against the wood as he fiddles with it, waving ghost off with a hand. “‘s long as it’s not in my way, i don’t care what the hell they do with it. soap’ll forget about it in a week when he gets bored. gaz will let ‘im.”

surprise: they don’t forget. ghost would almost be impressed if not still annoyed (look it up, garrick- CSD. if he gets sick, he’s putting a barrel to the kit’s head).

time heals things, though. johnny still tosses the things his scraps, but he also gets amazon suggestions for cat food now because of his shopping habits. kyle still doesn’t want to take responsibility, but his search history is spotted with questions; random aspects of how to take care of the pet.

simon is still annoyed at the thing, but everyone sees the way he’ll pull of a glove just so he can scratch under its chin with his short nails. price still pretends not to notice that there’s an animal at all, but it’s his room where they cat will end up at night, curled into a discarded pile of blankets or on his chest.

ughh idk something about them with a cat whose not really their cat. but they get offended if you say it’s not theirs because of course it belongs to them. it’s just not their fault it hangs around. or that they have a separate bowl for it. or that the window is always cracked now like some sort of cat door. it really isn’t!

something cute about all of them being on base, but with this lazy little thing that hangs around and gives them company when they crack open a beer or clean their weapons or go to their rooms on those lonely nights. it’s no dog, but it does seem to love like one sometimes, with how unconditional it is with its affection affection.. love it

[riftdancing]

• Inventory Meme •

Bold what they always have on them, italicise what they sometimes carry and strike out for never! ✧

‣ BAG

backpack | messenger bag | pockets | satchel | wristlet | purse | duffle bag | briefcase | pouch | drawstring bag | fanny pack

‣ WEAPONS

sword | dagger | axe | mace | warhammer | staff | spear | throwing knives | darts | shortbow | longbow | crossbow | arrows | bolts | enchanted weapon | poison | unarmed

‣ APPAREL

light armor | medium armor | heavy armor | underclothes for armor | enchanted armor | mage’s robes | uniform | casual clothes | formal clothes | cloak | scarf | hat | helmet | gauntlets | bracers | gloves | shoes | boots | hood | mask | belt | coat | jacket | necklace | bracelet | ring | watch | flower crown | undergarments

‣ HEALTH + MAGIC

health potion | mana potion | stamina potion | attribute potion | alchemy equipment | herbs | chemicals | ingredients | bandages | burn cream | antidote | moisturizer | medication | scrolls | crystals | enchanting equipment

‣ STEALTH

lockpicks | probes | trap-making tools | trap-disarming tools | disguise kit | forgery equipment

‣ TOOLS

pen | ink | pencil | parchment | paper | compass | ruler | saw | hammer | nails | shovel | pliers | needle | thread | utility knife | art supplies | fabric scraps | kindling | magnifying glass | fishing rod

‣ PROVISIONS

rations for themselves | rations for others | fork | knife | spoon | serving utensils | pot/pan | water | alcoholic beverage | nonalcoholic beverage | pet food | drug(s) | sweets | coffee | tea

‣ PERSONAL

small amount of money | large amount of money | map | soap | comb | brush | cosmetics | hair ties | hair product | journal | razor | nail clipper | religious paraphernalia | tent | sleeping bag | blanket | pillow | sentimental item | comfort object | musical instrument(s) | toys | eyewear | identification | important document(s) | torch | book(s) | plant

Tagged By: @arty-ffxiv (thank you! this one was so fun!!)

[arty-ffxiv]

Inventory Meme | Kupa Kipi

☆ﾟ Bold what they always have on them, italicise what they sometimes carry and strike out for never! ✧

‣ BAG

backpack | messenger bag | pockets | satchel | wristlet | purse | duffle bag | briefcase | pouch | drawstring bag | fanny pack

‣ WEAPONS

sword | dagger | axe | mace | warhammer | staff | spear | throwing knives | darts | shortbow | longbow | crossbow | arrows | bolts | enchanted weapon | poison | unarmed

‣ APPAREL

light armor | medium armor | heavy armor | underclothes for armor | enchanted armor | mage’s robes | uniform | casual clothes | formal clothes | cloak | scarf | hat | helmet | gauntlets | bracers | gloves | shoes | boots | hood | mask | belt | coat | jacket | necklace | bracelet | ring | watch | flower crown | undergarments

‣ HEALTH + MAGIC

health potion | mana potion | stamina potion | attribute potion | alchemy equipment | herbs | chemicals | ingredients | bandages | burn cream | antidote | moisturizer | medication | scrolls | crystals | enchanting equipment

‣ STEALTH

lockpicks | probes | trap-making tools | trap-disarming tools | disguise kit | forgery equipment

‣ TOOLS

pen | ink | pencil | parchment | paper | compass | ruler | saw | hammer | nails | shovel | pliers | needle | thread | utility knife | art supplies | fabric scraps | kindling | magnifying glass | fishing rod

‣ PROVISIONS

rations for themselves | rations for others | fork | knife | spoon | serving utensils | pot/pan | water | alcoholic beverage | nonalcoholic beverage | pet food | drug(s) | sweets | coffee | tea

‣ PERSONAL

small amount of money | large amount of money | map | soap | comb | brush | cosmetics | hair ties | hair product | journal | razor | nail clipper | religious paraphernalia | tent | sleeping bag | blanket | pillow | sentimental item | comfort object | musical instrument(s) | toys | eyewear | identification | important document(s) | torch | book(s) | plant

Tagged By: @zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta ty sis ✧

Tagging: @machi-mindframe, @starforger, @this-is-ris, @hear-feel-think, @riftdancing, @alannah-corvaine, @gatheredfates ♥