#to only ever pet and interact with your cat when they approach you

[classicintp]

Can't stand it when professionals have objectively bad takes but they're legitmately professionals and you're just some guy. You recognize this, you acknowledge it, you even appreciate it in the appropriate context, but it's so fucking infuriating. Even if the professional is humble and concedes to your point, which is usually not going to happen to even the humble in general unless it's a correction directly being witnessed, you still have their diehard fans demonizing you because you proved their idol wrong (even if you weren't pompous or obnoxious about it, just the idea that their beloved expert was human and made an error drives them mad). So I white-knuckle it and say nothing and then log into Tumblr and blurt it out in the tags.

[wnobin]

BIT BY BIT… 💭 anton lee socmed! au

pairing: college student! anton x campus crush! reader

genre: college! au, social media! au with written portions, slow burn, pining, strangers to friends to lovers.

series synopsis: in which the quiet girl in anton’s language class who seems to never sit with anyone catches his attention. anton makes it his mission to get closer to her bit by bit and break down her walls. the only issue? she’s the last to arrive and first to leave, never allowing anton the chance to approach her.

series masterlist | 08: triple dog dare

it had been two weeks since anton had run into you in the dorms, where you built up the courage to give him a friendly wave and in return, got back a blank stare. you thought it was weird but you didn’t dwell on it too much, forgetting about it after spending a few hours at your brother’s dorm, sharing snacks with him and his roommate, sungchan while sharing stories about how your first semester was.

on the other hand, anton could not stop thinking about that incident. he kept trying to convince himself that maybe you were just bringing food to one of your friends, and not a boyfriend. he would lay in bed at night, searching your name on every social media platform in hopes of finding your account to confirm his suspicions on whether you were single or not. unsurprisingly, he couldn’t find anything about you online. you and him had zero mutual friends and he only knew of your first name so the only way he could get ahold of your social media would be to ask you for it in person. anton didn’t know whether to give up or keep pining over you from afar but he decided that he would at least try to make conversation with you before the semester comes to an end.

he was currently running over to class, japanese 101 to be specific, when he saw a familiar bag with an orange cat keychain hanging from it, recognising it as yours. he had never been late enough to end up being in the hallways at the same time as you but he couldn’t find the right side of his sneakers, the reason being due to a half-asleep sohee accidentally leaving the dorm in mismatched shoes in his haste to make it for his 8am photography class. in addition to being late too, anton was wearing one white shoe and one black shoe, all thanks to his roommate.

anton remembered the second lesson where he made it seem like he didn’t want you to sit with him by putting his bag on the empty seat next to him. together with the incident in the dorms two weeks ago, he probably gave off the impression that he had something against you. in an attempt to change whatever view you had of him, anton mustered up all his courage and sped up until he was beside you.

you didn’t expect anyone else to be in the hallway at the same time as you, due to the fact that you were always late and showing up minutes after the class had already started. you heard the sound of footsteps approaching you and you turned your head only to be met by a nervous-looking anton waving to you.

“so you do know how to wave.” you jokingly teased, anton’s ears going bright red as he was about to start stuttering out an apology for that day but you stopped him before he could embarrass himself further. “i’m kidding! nice shoes you’re wearing today.” you gave him a small smile as you both entered the classroom, heading to your seats.

anton had only ever seen you smile once before, which was when you were talking about your beloved pet cat. anton felt giddy just from a 30 second interaction and he knew he would be on cloud nine for the rest of the week. “c’mon tell me! what were you two talking about? you talked to her, right? considering you both came in at the same time. i saw her smile at you!” he couldn’t even be annoyed by seunghan’s incessant questioning, simply choosing to ignore the other who was grabbing onto his arm and shaking him back and forth.

anton had spent majority of the lesson spaced out, barely writing down any notes and instead, spent the time doodling hearts in his notebook. the only time prof won caught his attention was when he announced the next assignment.

“i’ll be assigning everybody a project on japanese poems, your task is to analyse it and write a report on it. you’ll be working in pairs and before you ask, no you cannot choose your partner.”

with how well everything was going today, anton had his fingers and toes crossed that the stars in the universe would align and prof won would somehow read his mind and pair you and anton up together.

“i’ll be reading out the pairs now so do listen up carefully because i’m only going to say it once. jungwon and hanni. seunghan and chenle.”

“what? no!” seunghan whined, not wanting to be partnered up with the guy he sat next to for one day, that day being the first and last time he ever sat with chenle, who kept farting during the lesson. the chinese student turned around and gave seunghan a big smile, who in return could only muster out a half smile and give him a thumbs up. anton would have burst out laughing at how dejected his friend looked but currently he was too busy trying to communicate with prof won telepathically. me and y/n please please please please.

“anton and ricky. y/n and jayoon.”

anton let his head fall onto the desk with a soft thud, disappointed that staring straight at prof won didn’t help his chances to get paired up with you. now he had one more thing to worry about. he didn’t even know who ricky was. he only remembered that he was a foreign student from china and he showed up in a suit for the only two classes he bothered to attend.

while anton was going through the five stages of grief all at once, you didn’t actually mind your pairing. you weren’t close to yoon but you and her had short conversations sometimes, talking about how hard the homework was or how prof won’s bald spot seemed to be growing bigger. before the lesson ended, you handed your phone to her to get her to type her contact in. witnessing the sight as he was packing up, anton muttered, “that should be me…”

“yeah whatever at least you don’t have a fart machine as a partner.”

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[suguru-getos]

| bad day? | hawks x reader | fluff/smut/comfort |

-> summary: returning home feeling shitty could only last so long in the presence of takami keigo | warnings: oral (f-receiving), fluff, soft kei 🪽🥰

ever since the clock ticked 5 pm for you, every single cell in your body ranted & whined about being at home. the idol chit-chat, the not-do-idol tasks in hand. people at work who you called your friends, people at work who you’d rather stab yourself than associate with; both, equally… were getting insufferable. it wasn’t anybody’s fault really. that you were getting annoyed by someone’s pace of walking… then again, it was not your fault either.

there are certain times your brain hits the ‘fuck this’ mark. where nothing could subdue the feeling of being broken apart by nothing & everything at once. today was one of those dreading times. your senses were dancing on the brink of actual craze, your head haywired from the information overload. nothing could soothe you.

still… you persisted, waited for your working hours which lasted longer than the most boring conundrum ever.

the icing on the cake was the heavy traffic on your way home. you could swear after taking a painkiller for your migraine that greeted you spitefully, you’d be better. nope — the buzz of the city followed with how claustrophobic and sensitive you felt were only exaggerating the pain in your skull & eyeballs. the pain of a thousand needles piercing your skin.

“fucking hell when will this bloody end god damn it!” you muttered to yourself, waiting impatiently with your index finger tapping on the steering wheel as the atmosphere overwhelmed you even further.

there was however… only one thought that your mind held, which was soothing. a stark contrast with the day you’ve had so damn far. takami keigo. you can’t wait to see him, your mind wants the imagination of you being couped up in his wings to be real — asap!

your reflexes, your body, your soul knew he is your reset. you know keigo would make it better. the perks of it were — he’d actually make everything better without even trying. it’s just his presence that pets you into a solemn place.

after zoning out several times, you managed to reach your shared apartment. hands shivering with gathered tiredness as you unlocked the door and let yourself inside. your bag dropping as your familiar feline companion, keigo’s and yours not so menacing & astoundingly mannerful cat came and greeted you.

unlike your normal, after-work interactions, you couldn’t make a conversation with him just yet, petting him & cooing at him before leaving to the kitchen for something — anything to fill your devilishly hungry stomach with.

without wasting much time, you took out the perfectly sliced fruits from the fridge, forking their way into your empty stomach when you heard the balcony door open. your autopilot mode turning off immediately as you perked up.

“kei? that’s you?”

a familiar, baritone voice echoed from your bedroom. “who else has the balls to enter our bedroom sweetheart,”

you smiled, humming & indulging in your so called dinner. before you heard another question from your man. “y’er okay?”

you blinked, doubtfulness and curiosity as to how keigo can figure you out just like that— immediately quenched when you saw a stray red plume caress your jaw.

“m’ not okay, i had a shitty day & it’s nobody’s fault.” you answered, “i’ve got a headache and i just feel very overstimulated & sensory overloaded y’know?”

ironically, the only thing you heard next was the sound of keigo’s boots approaching you to the drawing room couch. gloved hands tilting your chin up to make eye-contact with his golden pupils, a soft, friendly & familiar smile greeting you. “is that so, baby?”

you looked up, doe-eyed and awestruck at your man. you could never, ever get used to him. him in his hero costume— him as hawks~ then again, you still can’t get used to him as keigo either. he’s just so amazing…

“yeah” being daring enough, you leaned against his chest, feeling the lub-dub of his heartbeat while he tugged one of his gloves off with his teeth, visor neatly pulled up on his blonde waves, taking the other glove off and letting his wings falter to the ground like drapes. “aww — c’mere pretty.”

keigo hugged you, running his hands through your hair and kissing the crown of your head.

“the world’s being especially annoying and a pain in the ass to my girl huh?”

you could sense by the tone of his voice that he was slowly letting his familiarity sink into you. as if he was slowly calling you back from the hell you’ve resided in today.

“mm~ yeah,” you managed to reply, curtly. only because — your mind had already started fading off into bliss the moment you saw your mate, your lover around you.

“i know what could help-” keigo suggested, sounding ultra sincere & exceptionally sure of the sudden idea which had plagued his mind. you gazed back at him with eyes which were complying already.

“let me tend to my girl.” keigo announced, kneeling in front of you, two of his feathers doing the quick work of spreading your legs after keigo quickly tugged your shorts and panties off.

it’s an abomination how flushed you become — being with him since three years, whenever keigo gets his way with you. a deep exhale you didn’t know you held, left frantically from your heaving chest when you saw him pay no mind to any teasing & latch his lips directly at your clit, kissing it softly.

“fuck-” you gasped, looking down at keigo who’s eyes were stern in their determination to prolong their stare with yours.

“yeah, fuck, you’re so delicious baby—” keigo copied your tone, leaning in and swirling his tongue around your clit, spreading your pussy lips apart with his thumbs & latching onto your cunt hungrily. keigo loves to play with his food — normally, he’d tease you by kissing around your cunt, giving hickeys all over your inner thighs, have you soaking wet & desperate for him. not today.

your pleasure was starting to build, it felt like all your emotions though bad, were aiding into it tremendously, melting away, withering away until all that remained was a coil in your pelvis eager to snap.

“fuck— keigo- baby, ah! wanna-” you managed to contort broken sentences, writhing beneath the vigor of keigo’s love, keigo’s torture on you.

“y’ wanna cum baby? my pretty girl wants to cum f’ me?” keigo asked you back, smirking at how frantic & impatiently you bobbed your head in a nod.

“go ahead, i’ve got you sweetie — cum for me.”

as if the gates to a dam had opened, you screamed out, letting go for keigo and spasming beneath him, whining for him. the emotions you held within fading off, releasing into the prickling tears that made your cheek dewy.

soon — your moans turned into quiet sniffles as keigo continued to ride out your orgasm, extending it until your hands meekly pushed him away by the shoulders, indicating your overstimulation.

“i love you, gonna give me another one baby?” keigo asked tenderly, kissing your knuckles.

“mm~ on your cock kei,”

“i gotchu~ baby.”

[moonknixght]

Awkward conversations and.. Fishes? (Steven Grant x GN!Reader)

Summary: Curiosity to learn more about a gorgeous store clerk of a pet shop leads Steven to buying his first pet ever. Warnings: Fluff ?? and just embarrassingly long silences Word count: 1.1k A/N: Okay please imagine that Gus wasn't Steven's pet already 🙏 Might make a part 2 if I get ideas. Also first post woohoo!! Made this account solely so I could make my ideas a reality. I'm a little rusty at writing as of right now, so bare with me </3 Requests are open for stuff!! (please talk to me)

"And this little guy here, He's a feisty one, but he means no harm." Lifting up a perched budgie on your finger, who seemed to have distrustful look on it's face, You smile widely at the latest client that had stumbled upon your small shop. You've always been a passionate soul when it came to animals; from the age 8 when you first wanted to be a veterinarian, which you quickly backed out from after slight consideration as you realized that you would have to constantly put down animals and see them in absolute pain. The next choice was arts, which you did took a degree in, before landing on the final prospect of being a caretaker to injured animals. From there, you found yourself reverting back into your obsession, eventually starting a small shelter/pet-shop where you took in abandoned and wounded animals, healed them and put them back to find new owners. It would be a lie if you said that you didn't miss any of the animals that were taken by other people, but it was also a joy to see them go to homes where they would be given full attention and loved. Therefore, you found yourself rambling about all your beloved pets to whoever stepped into your little abode with any interest— which is what was happening right now. A guy, with almost perfect curly black hair and tan-kissed skin had walked in and began to mindlessly wander, often catching your eyes while he did so. You eventually walked up to him and offered your help, to which he seemed ever so grateful for, even though it was odd that he didn't know what animal he wanted to adopt. This man was Steven Grant. and only if you knew the panic the poor guy was going through. With Jake relentlessly pushing Steven to interact with the employee he's been eyeing through the glass doors of the pet-shop, Steven found himself awkwardly cruising through the different animals, who looked up at him with expectant eyes. Clearly, He needed a plan before walking into the shop, especially when you approached him with a confused look on your face. "Uh.. I-I'm not particularly fond of birds, love." Steven gave you a weak smile, he seemed like he was scared of possibly disappointing you. "Maybe the fishes?" 'Or the cats.' Jake added from somewhere in the headspace, obviously enjoying the shit-show. "Ah." You say allowing the bird back onto the bird perch, your eyes shifting towards a small section of the shop where you tucked away a rectangular aquarium with exactly one fish inhabiting it. "Well, The options are very limited with fishes." Steven was digging himself a deeper hole each time he enquired about the animals like he was actually going to get one— but don't get him wrong, he was genuinely finding your rambles about every creature there interesting. So interesting in fact, that he couldn't possibly leave without getting something. So, the most laziest pet to have would be a fish, according to him at least. You eventually lead him to the front of the tank, where you lightly bend (which Steven also mimicked) to meet eye-to-eye with a goldfish. But this wasn't any goldfish, it was a goldfish with exactly one fin. "He's your only luck if you're looking for fishes." "Does.. Does he have a name?" Steven asked, trying to keep the conversation going. How exactly was he going to take care of a goldfish anyways? Especially a goldfish that only had one fin? What if it dies? It'll ruin his entire day. Maybe his entire week.

 You tilt your head to think about it, before giving a soft shrug in response— which Steven admittedly found quite endearing. "Not really, He just came in like this I guess, Never thought to give him a name." 'A fish, Seriously?' "What about Gus?" Steven asked, turning a deaf ear to Jake's mocking comment. The goldfish paused for a second looking at the two observing it for a moment, before it continued to pace around again. It was almost like the little aquatic creature had approved of the name, but he wasn't planning on sounding like a total nutjob by expressing that out loud. "Hm, It surprisingly fits him." You say after a moment of silence. Though a second later, With a chuckle, You pick up conversation again. "You're pretty good at naming fishes, huh?"

"No! I just.. It came to me, I guess. Lil' fella looks like a Gus." "I agree."

After another moment of uncomfortable silence, Steven desperately tried to revive the exchange. "D'you know that Gus means Majestic? It fits 'cause it's quite amazing that he can swim with just a fin." 'Way to make them swoon, Steven. Buen trabajo.' Steven was truly getting sick of the unnecessary commentary from Jake, but he couldn't quite tell the wanker to piss off just yet. You, on the other hand, seemed to be intrigued by this rather sudden splurge of knowledge. Honestly, You didn't mind this at all, actually finding some amusement in how he suddenly geeked out. "Huh, I didn't know that." You said with a pleasant smile. "That's interesting now that you put it that way." "Yeah..." Steven's voice was small; the fear that he might have come off as weird subsided with your smile, which he reciprocated almost immediately. "I'll take him then." Your eyes lit up. For some odd reason, you didn't exactly expect him to actually get anything— Let alone a damn fish. Actually, Even Steven didn't know that he would end up being the owner of a fish, it just happened. He's technically already named the fish, it's only right that he takes it.

"Right, A moment." You nod, excusing yourself to go get the equipment needed to pack Gus away and off to settle in his new home. You come back a moment later as Steven stepped by the counter, Gus in a small plastic baggy as you balanced a small tank to put the little guy in as well as some food for the strangers convenience. Handing it off to him carefully, you nodded as you glanced at the only goldfish your store has seen be taken away. Who would've guessed. "I'll be off then, Thanks, love!" "You're welcome, Take care Gus!" You cheerfully wave them off, watching as your customer for the night took off. You sigh contently, feeling unnaturally happy about the whole interaction. Strange. — 'You bought a fish but you didn't ask for their name?' Gods, He totally forgot amidst everything. Steven had made it back home, his lip curling into a subtle frown as Marc bought forth a very valid point. The male couldn't help but sigh out loud, swiftly punishing himself with a face palm as he realized his error. Maybe Steven didn't manage to catch their name or learn more about them but as he laid in his bed, he found himself recalling how beautiful that store clerk looked when they smiled. And besides, he made a new friend— a companion he was starting to adore quite alot.

[decks-writing-blog]

Here to Stay Drabbles: Cat

Summary: Benrey and Gordon go to the shelter to adopt a cat.

[A/N] Remember how I mentioned thinking about starting a drabble request fic as a sequel to Whatever the Fuck Benrey Is? Well I'm doing it. Here's the link to the fic on Ao3, request rules and guidelines are at the bottom.

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Tuefort had a single animal shelter. As expected from being the only animal shelter in town, it was fairly large. Inside was clean but of course smelled of animals. The dog’s barking could be heard from inside the cat room; a large room with a row of cages on the wall containing cats of all shapes and sizes.

The only non-human or alien animal Benrey had ever interacted with in person was Sunkist. So by default that made him a dog person, right? Because he liked her. But Gordon wanted a cat and having never seen a cat in person before, he wanted to try it.

Approaching the nearest cage containing a cat, he phased his hand through the bars to pet the large fluffy black cat inside. The sign said his name was Midnight, an appropriate name given his fur colour. Before Benrey could make contact though, Midnight hissed, his fur puffing up to make him look twice as large as he pulled back into the corner of the cage.

Pulling his hand back, Benrey turned his head to look at Gordon. “That means he’s angry, right?” He hadn’t done anything though so why was the cat mad at him?

“Eh, maybe but probably he’s just scared. When you’re reaching out to pet an animal, try to let it sniff you first before touching it. Also uh… maybe be a bit careful about sticking your whole hand through the bars, there’s a security camera in here so… yeah, just be careful.”

Right, yeah, because Benrey had be careful about not being caught as a non-human lest problems with Black Mesa or the government arise as a result. It was the one downside to being free. Worth putting up with for sure but still kind of annoying sometimes. Like now when he wanted to touch the cats but couldn’t with the cage bars in the way.

Having already scared one cat, he moved onto the next one. The sign in front of the cage said her name as Lucky and that she was a tortoiseshell – an odd name for a cat breed as she looked nothing like a tortoiseshell. This time he stuck his fingers through the bars, only phasing through a little to get them a bit deeper in. Lucky sniffed his fingers and… also hissed before swatting at his hand. Not hard and not with much claws but enough to make clear how she felt about him.

Benrey retrieved his hand and moved on to the next cage. … Another hiss and a puff up. Same with the one after that. “I don’t think cats like me.”

Gordon had wondered over to look at the cats on the other side, keeping his wrapped up gun hand held close to his chest. He’d stuck the fingers of his other hand through one of cages, allowing the cat inside to rub up on him. He looked up at Benrey, his smile turning into a slight grimace. “I guess I didn’t think about that. Since you’re not human, you probably smell funny to them so they don’t like you. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.”

“Nah, let’s keep looking. Maybe we can find one that uh… doesn’t have a sense of smell or something.” They were cute and Gordon had seemed excited by the idea of having one as a pet when he’d brought it up. And it seemed like a fun idea to not be the only being in the house capable of purring.

And so Benrey set back to approaching the cages, sticking his fingers in to let the cats sniff him. The hissing, puffing up, and occasional swatting – a couple times with claws that drew blood, easily healed of course but the insult still stood – continued. The cats truly didn’t like him. It was… a humbling experience. He was a cool fun guy and yet even the kitties that were overtly friendly with Gordon, hated him. Or as Gordon had put it, were afraid of him and thus got defensive when he approached.

After checking with about half the cats, Gordon chimed in with, “I’d suggest maybe getting a dog instead but they’d probably react the same way. A fish tank or a bird or something like that might work. I’m not sure how to take care of anything other than a cat really though so… maybe for now, it’s time to give up on getting a pet.”

Benrey might’ve been willing to give up too; four-legged animals were cute and nice but he didn’t feel a particular need to live with one, especially since he already had a perfectly good pet in Gordon. But Gordon sounded so disappointed and it was partially Benrey’s fault because the cats didn’t like him.

Sunkist hadn’t liked him at first either though. She’d growled and barked at him. Tommy had had to tell her that he was chill which had settled her some. By the third time they’d met, she’d gotten used to him though and now she seemed to like him as much as anyone else. So…

“Maybe they just gotta get used to me? We could adopt one that likes you and then uh… just live with it for a bit and see if it starts to not be afraid of me? I spend a lot of time in the gaming room anyway, especially when you’re off at work. It could have the living room and rest of the house and stuff.” Cats were small and thus could easily avoid him, especially if he let them. So they could surely live in the house together without it being a problem perhaps even if it never started liking him.

Gordon perked up a little. “You think that would work?”

Benrey shrugged. “Dunno, maybe. Could always give the cat to someone else if it don’t. Tommy mentioned he was thinking about getting a cat too, remember?” More accurately he’d mentioned thinking about trying to create the perfect cat, much like how Sunkist was the perfect dog. But surely adopting and caring for a normal cat would serve as good research for such a project.

“Hmm… Tommy did say that, huh? So I guess, let’s text him and ask if he’s all right with that plan first and then pick out one of the cats that hate you less than the others if he is.”

Benrey pulled out his phone and scrolled to his text conversation with Tommy. He quickly typed out their idea before hitting ‘Send’. Thankfully it didn’t take long before the response came. ‘Sure. As long as it plays nice with Sunkist. So pick one that will get along with dogs.’

After sending a quick thumbs up emoji, Benrey pocketed his phone and looked back up at Gordon. “He says he’s cool with it long as we get one that’ll get along with Sunkist.”

“Makes sense.”

With their options limited to the cats who had ‘gets along with dogs’ as part of their bios on their little plaques, it didn’t take long to find a suitable candidate. A black and white adult cat, listed as a domestic short hair who responded well to Gordon and only hissed at Benrey’s hand before puffing up a little and moving to the back of the cage to avoid him. Her plaque listed her name as Tux but since they were allowed to change that…

“Even though she doesn’t like me do I still get to name her?” That had been Benrey’s first question when Gordon had brought up the idea of getting a cat and he’d been given a ‘yes’. The cat not liking him maybe changed that though.

“Of course. I’m uh… not great at names anyway. Got something in mind or…”

“Cait Sith.”

“After the uh… Final Fantasy cat that rides the… thingy?”

“Moogle, yeah. She’s got the right colours.” Not that that was the deciding factor as Benrey would’ve likely wanted to name her that regardless of her colouring as Cait Sith was the best video game cat. Not that he knew many video game cats as dogs appeared in games far more often. Making Cait Sith the best kind of by default but Benrey still liked him so he was naming their kitty after him.

“All right, Cait Sith it is then. Let’s go fill out the paperwork and then… hope for the best, I guess.”

Two Weeks Later

[rebelliousstories]

Wrong Side of Heaven

Relationship: Corey Cunningham x Reader

Fandom: Halloween

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Insecurities on Corey’s behalf

Word Count: 2,256

Masterlist: Here

Halloween Masterlist: Here

Part 2: Righteous Side of Hell (Coming Soon)

Summary: Corey slips further and further into the clutches of evil. But he has one saving grace.

The night air in Haddonfield was crisp and cool as Halloween approached. The cold air stung at Corey’s cheek as the fresh cut he gained was exposed. With the wind in his hair, he felt his mind wander. Why was he letting him live? What did he see in him that let him live? Was Corey made of the same evil that the shape of Haddonfield was? Was it nature or future that made him this way? Sure he didn’t have the best home life, but was that enough to push him to this?

Headlights broke him out of his train of thought; narrowly missing a crash with an oncoming car. He heard the driver yelling angrily at him, but Corey paid him no mind. He turned down the street and saw the apartment complex in the distance, and hurried along. He was so excited to finally be getting back to her. She worked graveyard, so maybe he was making it home before her. He could surprise her with food, but the only think he knew how to make successfully was instant Mac and cheese. Still, she might appreciate that. He didn’t see any lights on in her room, nor her car in her space. Corey wedged the bike into the small gap between her parking space and the barrier, shut it off, and made his way to the door. His watch beeped loudly at him, startling him. 6:00 AM. How did it get to be so late? No matter, he fished his key out from his pocket and went to open the door.

He felt more confident ever since this whole ordeal started; more sure of himself. It was like a switch in his brain that took over when placed in that scenario. He couldn’t control himself, but he didn’t want to either. It was confusing and exciting to him. Corey couldn’t explain the rush he would get during the kills.

“Now who is that young man I see, sneaking his way into here?” An elderly voice rang out. Corey smiled and turned to see her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Calhoun, at her door. In her hands was the newspaper that she still had delivered to her door.

“Good morning, Mrs. Calhoun. It’s just me.” He smiled sheepishly as the woman adjusted her glasses.

“Oh, Corey! Good to see you, baby. Your lady should be getting home soon. Speaking of, I have some cookies for you kids in the kitchen. She wanted them so badly last night and I promised her some when she got home. Be a dear and come get them for her please?” He couldn’t refuse. Corey made his way into the older lady’s home, and saw the Tupperware of fresh, homemade cookies on the counter. His girl defiantly had a sweet tooth after working long shifts. He picked up the container as one of Mrs. Calhoun’s cats came up to the table for some pets. The cat rubbed her head against the back of his hand while he chuckled. The container was set down gently in favor of giving Nessie head scratches.

“Now Ness, you know better than to interrupt a man at work. Get on. Get!” And the cat was shooed off. Corey chuckled at the interaction, and picked up the container of warm cookies yet again.

“Thank you for the cookies, Mrs. Calhoun. I’m sure she’ll love them.” He said graciously, passing the woman on the way back to her door. She smiled at the young boy and shook her head.

“It’s no problem. You kids remind me of my own. And everyone needs a homemade treat now and then.” They said their goodbyes, and Corey was once again reaching for his key to open the door. The apartment was dark; she clearly wasn’t home yet. He set the container of cookies down on the table, turned on a light, and decided to go searching for food. Thankfully, he found the instant Mac and cheese she kept on hand at all times. It wasn’t too hard or too long to make; perfect after a long night of work.

Corey slipped into a routine, blindly following the directions on the box, and trying his hardest to not think about anything he did that night. She had enough stress as it is with her job; no way was he going to unload his own issues onto her. Thankfully, with the help of a timer on his phone, he managed to not overcook the noodles before he drained them. Then came the cheese, milk, and butter. He kept stirring, kept trying to focus on his actions rather than his thoughts. He didn’t want to think anymore. He didn’t want those thoughts in his head.

Knock knock. Corey turned around at the gentle rapping. There she was, standing in the entryway of the kitchen. Her keys in the bowl by the door. Her bag making its way to the floor. He finally got to see her face. She looked tired, but she was still the most beautiful girl in the world. Her eye bags, and tired smile just made her look human.

“If you mix any more, I think it’ll be mush and cheese, sweetie.” She started to walk towards him, but he met her halfway and gripped her tight. His grip was so firm that she began to slowly lose her footing on the ground; neither one cared. It was a relief to be in each other’s arms after a long night of work. They stayed there, for how long no one knew. It wasn’t until her stomach gave an audible grumble that they pulled away. They both laughed at that and made their way to fill up on dinner. Corey dished out the food into bowls with spoons, while she grabbed the drinks.

“Ooo! Are these the cookies from Mrs. Calhoun?” She asked, passing the container on their way to the couch. Corey was right behind her and nodded.

“Yep. We can have those afterwards, beautiful. Come on. I’m starving.” He sat the food down on the coffee table, and let her set their drinks down next to it. Once her hands were empty though, that’s when Corey couldn’t help himself. He jumped on her and tackled her into the couch and they both began laughing loudly at his antics. She giggled and tried to push his head away from her neck; his day old stubble rubbing into her skin. He pushed himself up above her and leaned down to steal a kiss. She placed her lips on his in return, and relaxed into the couch. Corey was in heaven as he kissed her; her plush lips flush against his own. He couldn’t believe his luck that he had snagged her for his own. Her hand drifted into his hair, which made his head drift and follow her hand. Her other came to his cheek, but it was quickly pulled away when Corey winced. Her hands moved to his shoulders and lightly pushed him back to get a better look at his face. But Corey tried with all his might to keep kissing her, not wanting to deal with her questioning this morning.

“Baby, when did this happen?” Her eyes traced over the cut as well as her hand; her other hand pushed the hair away from his face. Corey tried to hide his face, but she wasn’t having it.

“It’s nothing beautiful. Let’s just eat, okay?” He pushed himself away from his girlfriend, who sat up in the vacant spot. Corey busied himself with bowl of Mac and cheese that had been made, desperately avoiding eye contact. The gentle hand that made contact with his chin may as well have burned him with how he jerked away. She sat there, dumbfounded, that her lover couldn’t let her help him. So she got up and walked away, further into the apartment. Corey paused mid chew and set his bowl on the table. He rubbed his head into his hands, and sat there cursing himself. He didn’t want her to pity him, and he knew that she wouldn’t. But the years of only relying on himself to patch up after a scuffle had hardened his heart to accepting help. Thoughts raced through his head as he heard her moving around in the back half of the apartment.

Was she packing his bags? Was she packing her bags? She was definitely going to break up with him. She’s not going to want someone that’s unable to be fixed, or helped. She needs someone that’s sure of himself and not a total lo-

Something wet touched his cut cheek. It was wet and stung. He flinched away but calmed once he saw her eyes. Her gentle, soothing eyes. In her hands was an alcohol wipe, and next to her was the first aid kit. Oh, she was just going to get the first aid kit to make sure he was okay. Once he had calmed down and let her resume, he kept his eyes on her face. She was concentrated on fixing him up, but it was so cute to watch. She stuck out her tongue just a little and looked kinda cross eyed but still looked adorable. He felt her place a bandage on his cheek, and her hands dropped down to hold his jaw. She leaned forward and placed the most delicate kiss right on the cut, almost like a whisper.

“You need to let me help you occasionally. I know you’re not a fixer upper, but you’re not a burden. I’m going to spend my whole life trying to get those words out of your head. I don’t care if it’s those kids again or the cops in town, I’m here to protect you. I’m here to take care of you. Please, just let me help you; let me love you how you deserve to be loved.” Her forehead rested gently against his temple, her hands cradling his jaw and cheek. She had moved her body to be in between his legs, and pressed her weight against him. Maybe to ground him, or to ground her. Corey just sat there. He thought about her words and the weight behind them. She was here for him, to help take care of him. Patch up his wounds, both physically and mentally. He didn’t have to hide.

Corey felt himself cave. He wrapped his hands around her arms and let himself fall into her. Hot tears streamed down his face, while she pulled him closer to her. His face was no longer pressed against her head, but rather her chest. The awkward angle put a lot of strain on his neck and back, but he didn’t care. It comforted him to have her hold him like this. He didn’t mean to have a full breakdown in her arms, at 7:00 in the morning, after a night of work, in her apartment. However, this was overdue. One of her hands came up to cradle and run through his hair as he cried into her. He heard her gentle voice talk but he couldn’t make out what was said. He just let himself let go of all the stress and anxiety he had been carrying lately.

“That’s it baby. It’s okay. You don’t have to put on an act for me baby. Let go.” Soft kisses pressed against his head through his hair. The harsh sobs gave way eventually to softer sniffles. She had decided to get him out of the uncomfortable position they were in and sat on her couch. Corey kept his head in her chest for the time being.

“Thank you.” She heard her partner mutter quietly from his position buried into her chest. He nuzzled his head against her chest again, which evoked a giggle.

“You don’t need to thank me, CC. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. The good, the bad, and the ugly, ya know?” Her soft speech tingled his scalp in the best way possible. She littered kisses in his hair before he decided to pull away. Corey looked into his lover’s eyes, and felt the world melt away.

“What if I was the bad and the ugly? What if,” he looked away, “what if I did something bad? And I couldn’t help myself?” He didn’t want to see her face; afraid that if he did, he would see a look of disgust. But, alas, a gentle hand brought his chin back up, and his gaze was back on hers.

“Then we’ll figure it out together. It’s you and me against the world. The rest of them can burn for all I care. As long as I’m with you, I’m good.” She was so sincere about her words. That brought the smile back onto Corey’s face. He pulled away more and wiped his face with the back of his hand. He began to chuckled, which prompted her to start. She grabbed his face and brought him in for a sweet kiss, before they had to let each other up.

“Can we eat now, baby? I’m really hungry.” She begged him. And with eyes like that, who was he to deny her. He kissed her nose, got up, flicked the TV on, and then fired up her phone to put a movie on. A Mac and cheese breakfast dinner, his girl snuggled into his arms, and the promise of sleep next to her. He may be on the wrong side of heaven, but she was a saving grace.

[dapper-zappa]

Ttg pav x indo!reader RIL 🗣🔥 he would love indo culture fr ‼️🙏

Pavitr Prabakhar x Indonesian!Reader HCs!

Pairing: Pavitr Prabakhar x G/N!Indonesian!Reader

A/N: My Indonesian ass is crying bc I barely see Indo!Reader fics so I’ll just write it myself and the last time I read one with an Indo!Reader is one with Namor 😭 ALSO I FEEL LIKE AN IDIOT FOR BEING AN INDO WHO BARELY WATCHES INDO ROMANTIC MOVIES HDUSIHBFRJGHTFG

Ik I said that I don't take requests atm but anon, thanks a lot for the inspo so I'll just dump out my HCs here and I'm writing this from my own experience as an Indonesian living in Indonesia so hai buat kalian para pembaca fanfic yg sesama Indo!!! (hi to my fellow Indo fanfic readers!!!)

I just know for sure that Pav, no matter what would try to get to know your culture when you guys first met.

Let's just say that you moved to Mumbattan from your hometown, and for your information, Indonesia's diverse in a lot of aspects, like religion, ethnic groups and culture, traditions, and all that!

Generally we speak in Bahasa Indonesia here as it's considered to be the main language, but in many areas of my country, there tend to be dialects exclusive to that zone like the Javanese dialect or Sundanese dialect. So if Pav wants to learn your language, I'd say he'd lean into the main language spoken by Indo people here BEHEHHEHEHEH

Usually we Indonesians are pretty close to our families and lemme tell you, I feel like your parents would absolutely love Pav once they get to know him more and think he's such a great partner for you.

Yes he might not be the best at speaking it but HE'S TRYING OK 🥺?? AND HE'S ONLY LEARNING ABT IT

Oh my fucking god. Pav would rock a batik shirt or sarong (worn over a basic tee bc he tried to try it himself during one of his visits to your place) so well.

"Oh my godness, Pav, I- You look good in it!"

"Do you think so? I hope you're not mad at me for snooping in your wardrobe-"

"Are you kidding? Honestly, I think batik suits you so much and I'd love it if you wear them more often."

Bam, you've just combusted because your boyfriend managed to look so damn good in the traditional cloth and he fell in love with you more for liking how good he looked in it!

Don't even start on how many traditional food your country have. And I personally imagine Pav to be a bit of a foodie kind of guy so he'd absolutely love to try your traditional food.

Now here's the fun part. Chai time AND trying your traditional food that your mom had cooked or bought! Ofc you'd also enjoy chai time hehe

Stray cats living in places in my country are pretty common so you and Pav would def bond over petting stray animals in the street! (Tho if you're a Muslim like me, just wanna say that you can still touch dogs but we Muslims usually try to avoid contact with their saliva because dog saliva is considered impure so we must purify ourselves by washing the area seven times, one of which must be done with soil)

Ok maybe to stay safe, let's just say you've always found yourselves being attached to stray cats more than stray dogs even tho you find Pavitr's interactions with stray dogs to be SOO adorable. 🤣

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD YOU AND PAV SITTING SOMEWHERE AND THEN A BUNCH OF STRAY CATS APPROACH YOU BOTH

OR IF A PARTICULAR STRAY CAT KEPT COMING INTO YOUR HOUSE FOR FOOD RIGHT WHEN PAVITR'S VISITING

IT'S THE CUTEST SIGHT EVER BUT PAV THINKS YOU'RE WAY CUTER THAN ALL THOSE CATS

"Meri jaan, if anything, you're way cuter than all of these cats." he booped your nose.

Dude's just gonna be amazed at how diverse your country is, ngl. And the fact he's dating such a wonderful person ;)

Extra A/N: Dear anon and my fellow Indonesians, I hope I did this justice 🏃🏻‍♀️/gen

[notaisho]

When You Loved Me (Preview)

-●●●- Pairing : NamjoonxAfab!reader ; YoongixAfab!reader; SeokjinxAfab!reader ; HoseokxAfab!reader

-●●●- Type : Serie

-●●●- Words : 473

-●●●- Rating : Mature (+18) ; Product do not suit Minors as the subject engage in sexual intercourse and sensible subjects.

-●●●- Genre : Smut, Romance, Josei

-●●●- Warnings : Sexual intercourse such as different positions ; Sexual preferences such as bondage/shibari art/degrading/blindfolding; Manipulation; Age difference (4 to 6 years); Mention of cheating; Culture differences; Breaks ups; Mention of illness; Drinkings.

Masterlist - Ask

A/N : Spare me, I think I haven't written anything in like 4 years. lmao The alternative title is 爱我的时候 , gonna use that chinese bachelor degree I got, but also the title comes from Eric Chou's song with the same title bc here we love sad romantic chinese songs.

➡ First Part

As long as you can remember everyone of your friends would talk about boys and girls, from their simple puppy love in preschool and elementary school,  crush and first love as teenagers to now as an adult in their mid twenties what they call love of their lives. At first you never understood, only having celebrity crushes until high school when a few boys made your heart swing a tiny bit in your ribcage. You thought you finally understood what the big L word was when you got your very first boyfriend in high school, that very senior you didn’t expect to have interaction with outside of greetings during dinner at the dorm’s cantine. As someone who never truly thought themselves as being attractive, who only started assuming wanting to be more unique in style but, also, still very much into a deep emo phase thanks to you keeping listening to MCR just like in middle school, even you would never have thought you will be getting a boyfriend. But it all happened so naturally when events brought you both together. He was your first ever romantic relationship, you went on your first dates together, held hands and shared first base affectionate scenes. He was what you thought was your ideal type at that time. In the end you learned the hard truth when he went abroad for university while you started your junior year in high school, and even now as a mid twenties person you still think the same way, first boyfriends sucks. You still remember the betrayal you felt when you learned from his friends abroad how he was cheating on you, the satisfaction you got when he got a punch in his nose but also how you learned you never truly loved him. What you thought was love was maybe simply just an elaborated crush where you let yourself just follow the mood. That could also explain why you never went further than preliminaries with him, not even letting him touch you that intimately; clearly you know now that it was a sign. 

But you can thank him for one thing, that after him you really felt in love with some other men, started to build your self love and assume what you felt. As you approach your 25 year living on this earth with a bottle of alsacien beer in one hand while the other is petting your 3 years old cat during a fine Sunday evening you start to think; to reminisce about them, those men that made you learn what love is, all the different forms love takes and how again you envisage having a future with someone. You reminisce about the Intellectual and the Softy but also how things could have played with the Cute and the Package guy, all while smiling at your stupid self.

©Copyright2022.NoTaisho

[nayajenner]

Scared Cat: Tips for Comforting Your Frightened Feline

Let’s face it, our feline companions can be drama queens (or kings!). While their independent spirit is part of their charm, it can also mean they’re prone to getting spooked. Fear not, fellow cat fancier! This guide will equip you with the knowledge to decipher your kitty’s anxieties and transform yourself into their personal superhero.

Why Whiskers Won’t Stop Twitching: Common Culprits of Cat Scares

Cats may be small, but their world is full of big, scary things! Here are some of the most common fear triggers to keep in mind:

Loud Noises: Thunderstorms, fireworks, or even a rogue vacuum cleaner can send your kitty into a tailspin. These loud noises mimic threats in the wild, and your cat’s natural instinct is to seek cover.

New digs: Moving to a new home can be stressful for anyone, even our furry friends. The unfamiliar sights, smells, and sounds can leave your cat feeling disoriented and vulnerable.

Stranger Danger: Cats are creatures of habit, and new people can disrupt their carefully constructed routine. This is especially true for shy cats, who may hide or become defensive when confronted with unfamiliar faces.

Calming the Cattitude: Techniques to Soothe Your Stressed-Out Kitty Scared

Now that you understand why your cat might be freaking out, here are some practical tips to help them purr-fectly content again:

Be the Calm in the Storm: Cats are incredibly adept at picking up on our emotions. If you approach your scared cat with frantic energy, it will only escalate their anxiety. Maintain a calm and soothing demeanor, and your cat will take their cue from you.

Create a Safe Haven: Provide your cat with a designated safe space where they can retreat when feeling overwhelmed. This could be a cozy cat bed, a cardboard box turned into a kitty condo, or even a designated room in your house. Make sure their safe space is quiet and easily accessible, and stock it with familiar items like their favorite blanket or toys.

Respect Their Boundaries: The worst thing you can do to a scared cat is try to pick them up or force them to interact. This will only make them feel more trapped and vulnerable. Instead, let your cat come to you on their own terms. You can encourage them with gentle words, petting (if they seem receptive), or enticing them with a tempting catnip toy.

Patience is Purrfect: Helping Your Scared Cat Adjust to Long-Term Fears

Some cats may have more persistent anxieties, such as a fear of car rides or other animals. In these cases, patience and positive reinforcement are key. Here are some strategies to employ:

Desensitization: Gradually expose your cat to their fear trigger in a controlled setting. For example, if your cat is scared of car rides, start by letting them sit in the parked car with the engine off. Reward them with treats and praise for their bravery. Over time, you can gradually increase the duration of these sessions and eventually take short drives.

Positive Associations: Pair your cat’s fear trigger with positive experiences. For example, if your cat is scared of the vacuum cleaner, toss some treats near the vacuum cleaner when it’s off. This will help your cat associate the vacuum cleaner with something pleasant.

When to Worry: Signs Your Cat’s Fear Needs Professional Help

While most cat fears can be managed with home care, there are times when it’s best to consult a veterinarian or animal behaviorist. Here are some signs that your cat’s fear might be a cause for concern:

Physical signs of distress: If your cat is exhibiting physical signs of distress, such as excessive panting, vomiting, or diarrhea, when they’re scared, it’s important to seek professional help.

Changes in behavior: If your cat’s fear is causing them to withdraw from activities they used to enjoy, or if they’re becoming aggressive, it’s time to call in the experts.

Living Happily Ever After: Building a Strong Bond with Your Fearless Feline

By understanding your cat’s fears and taking steps to address them, you can build a strong and trusting bond with your feline friend. Remember, a little patience, a lot of love, and the right approach can turn your scaredy-cat into a happy cat

[petopia-chronicles]

The Definitive Guide to Cat Behavior and Body Language

Hey, fellow cat lovers! We all know how intriguing our furry friends can be. They don't always communicate through meowing - sometimes, it's all in the body language. But don't worry. We've got your back! We've compiled the most common cat body language signs so you can better understand your kitty. From their tails to their ears, eyes and posture, we'll teach you how to interpret these subtle signals and strengthen your bond with your furry friend.  So get ready to take your communication with your perfect pal to the next level!

Understanding Your Cat's Tail Language

Fluffy Tail: Imagine walking into a room and finding your beloved kitty with a fluffy tail, appearing much larger than usual. This striking display is a clear indication of fear or aggression. When cats feel threatened or cornered, they instinctively puff up their tail to appear more formidable and ward off potential dangers. Understanding this response can help us avoid triggering our cat's fears and make them feel safe in their environment. Slow Wagging Tail: Imagine your precious feline sitting in a corner, with its tail swaying gently from side to side at a relaxed pace. This slow wagging of their tail indicates uncertainty or indecisiveness. Your furry companion might be pondering a situation or uncertain what to do next. During such times, creating a serene and stable environment is crucial, giving your cat the necessary time and space to collect their thoughts and emotions. Curved Upright Tail: Now envision your cat approaching you with their tail elegantly curved upwards. This gesture is a warm and friendly greeting. When a cat greets you or another cat with a curved upright tail, it signifies that they feel comfortable and content in your presence. Responding with a gentle pat or a soothing voice will further reinforce the positive interaction. Tucked Tail: Have you ever noticed your sweet kitty hiding under the bed with its tail tucked in? This could indicate that your furry friend is scared or anxious. As a responsible pet owner, it's important to figure out what might be causing these feelings and make changes to create a safe and comfortable environment for your cat to feel happy and healthy. Tail Quivering: Visualize your adorable cat perched on a windowsill, its tail quivering with excitement. This delightful behaviour is often seen when cats anticipate playtime or are getting ready to pounce on a toy. Embracing these playful moments with our feline companions not only enriches their lives but also deepens the bond we share.

Understanding Your Feline Companion's Ear Language

Happy and Alert Ears: Imagine your furry friend sitting by the window, with their ears perked forward and upward, listening attentively to the world outside. This posture shows that your cat is happy and fascinated by their surroundings. They might be focusing on a sound or a movement that interests them. Sad or Scared Ears: Picture your furry companion crouched low with their ears pressed flat against their head. This ear position indicates fear, aggression, or pain. When cats feel threatened or uncomfortable, they adopt this defensive stance to protect themselves. It is important to ensure they feel safe and secure to avoid making matters worse. Slightly Worried Ears: Visualize your cat lying comfortably on the couch with their ears slightly flattened. Half-flat ears suggest mild anxiety or uncertainty. In such situations, offering your cat gentle reassurance and a sense of security can ease their worries. Relaxed Ears: Imagine your cat relaxing in a sunlit spot with their ears slightly tilted to the side. This indicates contentment and relaxation. When cats feel at ease in their surroundings and trust the people around them, they often display this posture as a sign of their comfort. Playful Ears: Picture your cat in a playful mood, their ears rapidly twitching as they prepare to pounce on a feather wand. This behaviour suggests excitement or mild agitation. It is essential to be attentive to other body language signs accompanying rapid ear twitching to gauge whether your cat is genuinely enjoying the moment or if they might be getting overwhelmed. Remember to always be understanding and loving towards your feline companion. Understanding their ear language is a great way to show them that you care.

Understanding Your Feline Friend's Eye Language

Dilated Pupils: Picture your adorable cat playing with a laser pointer; their pupils dilated with excitement and joy. This dilation indicates that they are completely immersed in the experience and feel a rush of adrenaline from the thrill of play. Constricted Pupils: Imagine your sweet kitty huddled in the corner with their pupils narrowed to tiny slits. Constricted pupils show that they are feeling fear, stress, or aggression, and it's crucial to gently address the cause of their distress. Blinking Slowly: Visualize your lovely cat lounging on your lap, blinking their eyes slowly and calmly. This gentle gesture is a sign of trust and affection. By returning the gesture with a slow blink, you let your cat know that you cherish and trust their companionship. Wide Open Eyes: Picture your precious cat encountering a new and unexpected sight, their eyes widening in surprise. Wide-open eyes suggest that your cat is alert and taking in the new stimuli around them. Giving them time to process the situation and gradually adjust to their surroundings is essential. Half-Closed Eyes: Visualize your darling cat basking in a warm sunbeam, their eyes half-closed in pure bliss. This expression shows that they are content and relaxed, feeling safe and secure in their surroundings.

Understanding Your Cat's Body Postures

Arched Back:

Imagine your sweet cat walking through a narrow space with their back arched and fur standing on end. It can be scary for them, and this posture signals fear or aggression. When your cat feels threatened, they aim to appear bigger and more intimidating. But don't worry. You can always comfort them and make them feel safe. Rolling Over: Picture your lovely cat lying on their back, exposing their belly. Rolling over and exposing the belly is a vulnerable and trusting gesture, as it exposes their most sensitive areas. When your cat does this, it means they feel comfortable and secure in your presence. What a precious moment to share with your furry companion! Crouching Low: Visualize your adorable cat playfully stalking a toy, crouched low to the ground. This posture indicates readiness and excitement. A crouching cat prepares to pounce or engage in a playful game, a sign of their happiness and contentment. Join in on the fun and play with them! Tail Wrapped Around Another Cat: Isn't it heartwarming to see cats grooming each other? It's so heartwarming when one cat wraps their tail around the other's body as a sign of friendship and affection. It's amazing to see how cats form strong bonds with each other, and this gentle gesture is a beautiful expression of their camaraderie. Let's create a safe and comfortable environment for our furry friends so they can feel happy and healthy. Belly Exposed: Imagine your precious cat lying on their back, inviting you to rub their belly. Exposing the belly is a vulnerable act for cats; when they do this, it is a sign of trust and affection. However, it's essential to approach this gesture cautiously, as not all cats enjoy belly rubs. Observe their other body language cues to ensure they are genuinely comfortable with the interaction so you can show them your love and affection in the way they prefer.

Key Takeaways

As cat owners, interpreting our feline friends' body language is a beautiful way to connect with them on a deeper level. We can gain valuable insights into their feelings and needs by observing their tail language, ear expressions, eye communication, and overall body postures. Building trust and understanding with our cats requires patience, empathy, and attentiveness. By embracing their unique ways of communication, we can nurture a loving and fulfilling companionship that will bring joy and enrichment to both our lives and theirs. Keep checking back with us for more details about your devoted buddy.   Read the full article

[orphancookie69]

Dr Jordan Peterson: 12 Rules

I have recently really began to appreciate Dr Jordan Peterson lately, and I can’t get enough of him. I stumbled upon a Tiktok video of him explaining his 12 Rules for Life, a book my sister is also currently reading. While I can’t wait to read it, let’s make a post about it! 

12 Rules for Life: 

Stand up straight with your shoulders back

Treat yourself like someone you’re responsible for helping

Befriend people who want the best for you

Compare yourself to who you were yesterday, not the useless person you are today

Do not let your children do anything that would make you dislike them

Set your house in order before you criticize the world 

Pursue what is meaningful, not what is expedient

Tell the truth, or at least don’t lie

Assume the person you are listening to knows something you don’t

Be precise in your speech

Do not bother children while they’re skateboarding

Pet a cat when you encounter one in the street

So, the first one is a no brainer. This is basic salesperson training 101. If you do not smile and sit up straight like you are the most confident person in the world before you pick up that phone, you are fucked. Just because the person can not see you, does not mean they can not hear your lack of confidence. Try slouching and looking down while answering the phone, then try sitting straight up smiling. 

Second one, this one is amazing to hear. I know that I am a generally really helpful person to others, but I am not so quick to take my own advice. If it treated myself, the way I treated other people...I would listen to myself more and love myself more. Really. 

Third, befriend people who want the best for you. Friends are the family you choose. You are a reflection of the people you surround yourself with. If the people around you don’t want the best for you, they will never help you climb the mountain. 

Fourth, I love this one from the point of view that one tends to look at the past longingly. Myself for instance, I used to be bolder in school and taking roles of leadership and doing presentations. As I got older, I got more shy and prefer a “behind the scenes” role but complain when I don’t get credit. Use the “yesterday you” to be a better “today you” everyday. 

Fifth, I can’t say I can totally identify with this rule. I am someone’s child, I don’t have kids. I would like to think my parents are proud of me, and that I hope to not do anything to make them dislike me. 

Sixth, yes yes yes. So many people, especially young people, are quick to criticize the world when there own house is not in order. Focus on getting your own house in order before you focus on things you can’t control. It also helps to give your opinion legitimacy when you do spit it out all the time. 

Seventh, according to some ways of thinking-you only have one life. Make this life count, and don’t give in to this trap of instant gratification. It’s the journey, not the destination that matters. 

Eighth, if you tell the truth with others...it’s more likely you are honest with yourself. If you can’t be honest with yourself, you are your own worst enemy. 

Ninth, this one to me speaks to having an open mind to another person’s insight. It is easy to put people in a box and use interactions with them to justify the box you put them in. If you approach people with an open mind and assume they know something you don’t, you won’t disqualify them before they have a chance to speak. 

Tenth, say what you mean. Know how to say what you want, and have the courage to do so. One, the other, and both can be hard. But making the effort to know how you feel and have the balls to say it, will get you farther than you think. 

Eleventh, let kids be kids. Some adults don’t ever grow up, and sometimes its because they were not able to be kids. The learning phase of youth is so instrumental to being an adult. 

Twelfth, pet a cat! Obviously as a cat mom I love this. From a bigger picture point of view, animals speak a different language. Some would say they don’t speak at all, but notice how some cats won’t approach some people, but the kind ones get all the animals attention? How is it they know a good heart from a bad one? Be nice to all creatures, it will come back to you. 

The book is available on Amazon, if this sparked your interest in reading it. I know I can’t wait! Which rule resonated with you most? 

[tteokdoroki]

SIT, PAW, BEND OVER. | K.BOKUTO.

OCT 15TH. KOUTAROU BOKUTO + DUMBIFICATION.

KINKTOBER M.LIST. / M.LIST. / TAGLIST. / KOFI.

ৎ୭ synopsis. when the volleyball off-season rolls around and things get a little lonely for bokuto, he adopts a precious husky hybrid to keep him company— however, you’re not as well behaved as he would like.

ৎ୭ wc. 4500.

ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, post-time skip!au.

ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem + husky hybrid!reader, owner!bokuto, size!kink, heavy!pet play, mentions of knotting, collars-leashes, spanking, degredation, brat-taming, cumplay, ruined orgasm, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.

ৎ୭ author’s note. ree it’s friday again, hope you’ve all been safe this week ! here’s my third installment of kinktober and my first ever haikyuu fic :oo i hope i was able to do bokuto justice!! enjoy, feedback is always appreciated ! <3

ৎ୭ now playing. won’t bite - doja cat ft. smino.

koutarou bokuto had been lonely.

during the volleyball off-game season, he hadn’t much social interaction besides training with the team and the hook ups he’d had between his adoring fans and celebrities alike just weren’t doing it for him anymore.

most of his team spends this time with their family, flying back and forth across the globe to be with loved ones and worried mothers. sure, bokuto had his sisters— nagging him, making sure he’s keeping his health up along with the weekly zoom calls with his plethora of annoying teammates to make sure they’re not going insane but the MSBY player needed something more than friendly chats with people who already knew him.

in passing, over one of their group calls, hinata suggests a pet— but offers no solutions for when his taller, salt and pepper haired teammate has to travel for games again. atsumu proposes a more independent companion, one that can take care of themselves. like a hybrid.

and that very same day, koutarou ends up with you.

an over the top, bratty, conniving and dramatic husky hybrid— with pointed puppy dog ears and a bushy, black and white tail that wags a mile a minute, when you’re getting what you want. spoiled is what you are. that’s the only way he can put it...but being spoiled and treated like a princess is what you deserve— after all, he had adopted you from a hybrid pound that planned to ship you off to a breeding farm due to your bad behaviour and unwillingness to cooperate, in order to save you.

he wanted to give you a chance, provided you with a life of luxury, diamond collars... and whatever toys you wanted, you got them. no matter how much you snarled and caused chaos, no matter how irritated bokuto got with you— his patience outweighed any annoyance he had with your sour attitude and he still only wanted to give you the best life possible.

you were trouble but you deserved koutarou bokuto’s help.

however, there’s only so much patience a man can have with a badly behaved dog.

coming home to a torn up couch and stuffing thrown across bokuto’s lush penthouse was not ideal after a day of sponsorship meetings during his time off. with frames and expensive, rare volleyball merchandise shattered across his flooring, the wing spiker frowns— finding you baring your canine teeth, eyes narrowed as you growl at the hybrid sitter he’d left you with today. koutarou doesn’t ask why you’re acting so defensive, apologising to the poor kid who’d been looking after you while he was away for business and ushers them to the door with a wad of cash as a tip for their service before approaching you with two items that had your back up even more.

“must’ya always misbehave while i’m away?” bokuto tuts, amber glossed eyes darkening as if someone had blown out the candles of the sun. between his large fingers he toys with your collar and leash— the one you hate because it rubs when you’re taken out for walks.

gently approaching you and crouching by your side, he attempts to slide the pink patent leather around your neck but you show your teeth again, your gums peeking out to play as you upper lip curls into a snarl. “get that shit away from me,” your voice is low and menacing but it barely makes bokuto flinch, his usually soft face falling flat with disappointment. “fuck off.”

“yanno this foul attitude of yours is really startin’ to get on my nerves,” the spiker grunts, feeling the heat of your fury and breath fan over his face before yanking you by the shoulder until your head is bowed and easily slipping the collar round your neck— you whimper in shock, but koutarou doesn’t care, promptly clipping the leash onto the silver buckle pressing into your skin.”s’just not cutting it for me, pup.”

“don’t care.” you seethe despite the nervousness bokuto detects through your lashes when you look up at him with sparkly puppy eyes

usually he would have given up by now, let you go and forget about how badly behaved you were but this time, the famous volleyball player steels himself— yanking you by your leash as he heads towards the master bedroom, until you collapse on all fours, dragged along the floorboards with only your sweater to stop you from getting carpet burn. bokuto keeps walking, tugging against the resistance of his precious husky hybrid’s body until you start to crawl towards him, just like he wanted you to.

“well you fuckin’ should.” your owner warns you, sunshine smile returning to his face. if you squinted you could see the raging fury burning bright between the golden flecks of his eyes. bokuto shrugs when a low whine bounces in your throat, tugging you further into the bedroom without a care for you.

if you were going to misbehave, he’d have to teach you a lesson or two about discipline.

before you know it, your leash is looped around one of the bed posts tightly—so tight that if you dare to pull back, your collar would threaten to cut off your air supply and make your brain dizzier, emptier than it already was. you squirm, wiggle and try to get away from the clutches belonging to koutarou as he looms over you from behind, tearing through the fabrics of your luxury brand clothes he had been so kind to treat you with. although the temperature in the air conditioned bedroom is cold, your body burns brightly with increasing desire— only heightened by the way your owner begins to man handle you, pulling apart your thighs by the meat of them and pressing a heavy palm down on the curve of your back so your ass arches upwards for him.

“k-kou,” comes your quiet and hesitant voice, your fluffy tail slowing down its wag. “koutarou...w-what are you doin’?”

bokuto pushes your sweater up until it rests on your middle, having thrown away your boyshorts and panties in his haze earlier— now, he comes fixated on toying with your ass cheeks, spreading them and kneading them while he figures out the best way to torture you. “if you’re going to act like a dirty, ill-behaved mutt, then ‘m gonna have to treat you like one, right?” he hums, leaning up to press a kiss to the base of your spine, yellow-stone eyes watching as your ears twitch and shiver pulses down your body.

your hips jut backwards and blood begins rushing through your ears in anticipation of what koutarou might do to you. is this what he acted like when he lost his cool? when you tested his patience? “i-i’m sorry,” you begin to whine in doggie whistle tones, trying to tug free on your leash and avoid whatever punishment you have impending.

but bokuto isn’t having any of it, landing a hard spank on your ass which makes you yelp in surprise.

“no, i don't think you are. i bet’cha don’t even know why you’re in trouble right now, dumb dog.” his words are cool, they have bite to them as he covers your body with his—massaging the sore spot on your bottom from where he delivered your first spank. his statement is only solidified when you shake your head ‘no’, growing teary and shameful. “of course you don’t, you really are clueless, aren’t you pup?” you nod this time, weakly, as bokuto pulls your body back into his by tucking two fingers under the pink leather of your collar, snarling into your ear as he smacks you again. “s’fuckin’ stupid… but i guess since you’re being obedient right now, i’ll tell you how this is gonna work, okay?”

a small mewl leaves your lips in agreement, even as the spiker pinchess your bruising flesh, pain blossoming underneath it. “y’gonna get spanked, pup. s’what happens to bad little bitches like you who disappoint their owners,” bokuto explains, the way he treats you— as if you really are a stupid animal and not a hybrid— makes you tremble needily. “gonna spank you f’every item of mine that you broke back there, till you’re stupid ‘n dumb enough to take my cock, got it?”

bokuto finishes outlining your punishment with a firm clap of his calloused palm against your ass cheek again, entire body jolting from the force. “uhuh,” you say breathlessly.

“aren’t huskies supposed to be intelligent? i asked you to count, or do you need an explanation on how to do that too, sweetheart?’ koutarou growls, impatience bubbling over once again. “look, i don’t really wanna punish you pretty girl, but how else are ya s’pposed to learn? so jus’ count f’me, okay?”

“o-okay, kou,” you stutter, taking a deep breath and screwing your eyes shut as you prepare for impact. “o-one!”

true to his word, bokuto spanks you for every item in his penthouse you’d destroyed, every broken vase with a million yen price tag, every scratched chair and torn up pillow— you pay for every single thing with a weighty smack to your ass and a sweet cry torn from your throat as you claw at the sheets and tug back on your leash until its hard for you to breathe. between each one, the professional volleyball player rubs at the broken skin, coos soft words of how he ‘didn’t want to do this,’ and that ‘it hurts me more than it hurts you, pup,’ along with ‘this was the only way for bad dogs like you to learn,’ though you were starting to think he was punishing you for more than just the valuables that you’d broken.

maybe even for fun.

you’re a crumpled mess by the time he’s done with you, shaky at the knees with your ears pressed flat against your skull. you’ve lost count of how many hits your poor ass has taken, the skin surely broken and tender by now— but koutarou doesn’t seem to care, already taking a peek between your slicked up thighs and pushing away your wet, fluffy tail to take a wiff of your clearly aroused sex.

“fuck, what a dirty lil mutt you are,” koutarou moans from deep in his chest, large and rough hands pulling apart your ass cheeks to take a look at the strong strings of your wetness that somehow stay together. hybrids get wetter than the average human, something about the mix of animal DNA and instinct with that of a person’s meant that your bodies instantly prepared for pregnancy and conceiving whenever sex begun to hang heavy in the air. “so fuckin’ wet and for what? a couple of spanks gets this naughty puppy that turned on?”

your leaking hole doesn’t stop the spiker from spitting into it, watching the trail of bubbly white mingle with your juices and slide down your puffy folds. he doesn’t bother to catch the cream that oozes from the sex, using it as another excuse to let his hand come down hard against your bare ass— leaving you howling into the imported sheets, saliva pooling on your tongue as your gaze clouds over.

though flat and pressed against your sweaty forehead, you pointy puppy dog ears pick up on the clink of bokuto’s belt before he tears through his buttons and the anticipation kills you from the inside out. a yearning to be fucked floods you like poison in your veins, curling around red blood cells and only serving to lure you into the trap that is your owner. your hips throw back into the cool air of the bedroom, though your body is on fire, desperate to be mated as your animalistic instincts and tendencies take over your brain— like boukuto’s a blissful inferno consuming all the cells in your mind.

tail swishing and cunt dripping, you push your ass further into the air, pulling a mean chuckle from koutarou’s lips as he fists his cock to the sight of you throwing it back for him. “look at this. you’re such a fuckin’ slutpup. so nasty, so wet all f’this fuckin’ cock, yeah? yeah?” bokuto sneers just like you’d done earlier, running a thumb over his seedy tip and swiping up the precum that leaks there— he pushes his soiled thumb into your swelling clit, pushing the nub around in circles to prep you before the fat shaft of his dick glides through your sopping pussy lips. “why does gettin’ in trouble make you act like such a needy little bitch in heat?”

“‘m sorry! k-kou, ‘m sorry!” you cry out through teary eyes and dried lips, puckered hole clenching around nothing, leaking even more cloudy strings of arousal than before. you’re not even sure what you’re apologising for, the only thing on your mind being filled with bokuto’s cock as he grinds himself into your sex— dribbling his pre all over you as if to scent your mound.

“greedy bitch.” the salt and pepper haired man laughs huskily, the sound shooting straight to your heat. “gonna fuck this puppycunt now, teach it a lesson since y’just love to act up,” he adds, not even giving you a moment to brace yourself before his length shoves its way into your ill-prepared and unused hole, large and practiced hands pulling your hips up until you’re full to the brim and your eyes are rocketing to the back of your skull. “so fucking tight baby, so f-fucking tight.”

your pussy flutters at just the feeling of being so full, ecstasy tingling at every pulse point along your sticky walls and you shove your hand beneath your body just try and make it stop because bokuto’s barely moved and you’re already so overwhelmed. a low whine trembles in your chest while the pair of you are still, getting used to being connected like this— sweat mingling between your bodies. you feel so full, stretched around his big cock with barely any space for him to move— it almost gives you the illusion of being knotted, your puppy pussy accommodating to his size with a delightful pain teasing your squishy insides.

your head empties of every good thought you’ve ever had, flooded with images and senses and touches all relating back to koutarou as he pulls his hips back— tugging his cock out of your snug and selfish walls with shaky breath and a dainty groan lying on his tongue. “listen to that,” he coos raspily, pads of his fingers sinking into your hips sure to leave loving bruises underneath your skin in their wake. your sex squelches as he withdraws from you, and your ears fall back in embarrasment once again��� knowing it’s because of how messy and wet your cunt is. “you sound so dirty baby, all this over being punished...bet you’re not even feeling guilty anymore…s’more like a little reward for you, getting to be dumbed down like the dog you are and full of my dick.”

bokuto leans over you, washboard abs and beefy chest pressing against your clothed back, forcing your body down into the mattress. his hand curls around your face, squishing your pudgy cheeks together. “y’such a lucky thing, baby.” he whispers to you, snapping his hips forward until his balls slap against your clit even as you cup your spasming sex— sending your eyes rolling and causing your mouth to let out the dirtiest moan you’ve ever heard.

and you are, you’re so fucking lucky that he picked you up from the pound before someone else could— because if he hadn’t you’d never have been given the chance to feel dick like this, to have it press up against your womb and bully your insides until they give into him. bokuto builds up a steady rhythm, grabbing your leash from the bedpost and wrapping it tight around his wrist, tighter than how your walls wrap around him and choke the dear life out of his red pulsing cock. there’s so much power between each canter of his hips into yours that your body flies up the bed, you’re clawing at anything to keep you down— pillows and sheets to stay in place.

“k-kou, kou! f-feels s’good—ah!” you chant along to the rhythmitc sound of skin slapping on skin, the creaking bed and the frame hitting hard against the wall as bokuto fucks you— taking you on a ride along hell’s highway. you want so, so much more, to be pinned down on bokuto’s dick for the rest of your life— your tail swishing eagerly at every push and pull of his fat cockhead into your sweet pots that make your eyes cross and your tongue loll out of your mouth like you’re a slobbering pup. you can’t help it either, when your fingers, tinier than his own, draw shapes into your clit. “oh please!” you slobber over his digits as they grip your face, whining like a puppy left without attention.

“look at you drooling like a fuckin’ mess baby, almost as messy as your puppy cunt down here. y’look so fuckin’ stupid, so cute like a little slut on my cock,” bokuto growls breathless, shoving his fingers in your wet mouth and pressing down on your tongue— not caring that your canine teeth nip his knuckles. you hump the bed, loving how pleasure never leaves you— when bokuto withdraws from you, the kiss is replaced by bumping your clit against the lads of your fingers. your rocking rhythm is quickly picked up by him quickly, reaching between your bodies to yank away your hand. “so selfish for such a dumb mutt, gettin’ yourself off even while i make you feel good. how selfish,”

you whimper in fear, thighs trembling but bokuto does wonders smacking the dull tip of his dick against your g-spot. “i-i’m...i’m sorry! i jus—!” you babble brainlessly with no idea of what you’re going to say next— too fucked out, to weak to stay up by yourself, train of thought cut off by your owner tugging hard on your darling puppy tail.

koutarou looms over you, practically crushing you with his weight and fucking your sweet pussy into the bed, the frame shaking from the weight he puts behind each thrust— forcing your sensitive bud to grind against the cotton sheets, stimulating you even further. the hold he has on your leash pulls you back into his chest as he ploughs his fat dick into your cunt, taking out his anger on you. “y’such a disobedient mutt,” he growls harshly, words ringing through your empty head. “i fuckin’ saved you, the least you could do is let me fuck you right. god, you’re so selfish, this puppy cunt clamping down on me to keep me in too— i really gotta teach you a lesson, horny little bitch.”

he reaches down, grabbing your tail once again and stroking the soft fur until your ass quivers and your pussy locks around his cock. your brain is fuzzy, like cotton has been stuffed into your ears and the only thing you can actually hear is bokuto’s heavy pants as he grinds his dick against your gummy, soaked walls— bathing him in your nectar. every time he tugs on your tail you get wetter and wetter, making it easier for the spiker to glide through your clamping cunt.

“oh? you like that? filthy, practically dripping every time i touch you here. nasty little puppy.”

you keen into every touch, letting bokuto pull your ears back until you arch beneath him— rubbing at the floppy appendages until every neuron in your brain shuts down from how sensitive they are, pulling more wet cries from your shaking body. you can’t think, you can’t breathe beneath the spiker’s muscle and his weight, heavy hips rocking into your ass and clapping creamily between you. your brain feels fuzzy, eyes grow hazy— body sleepily collapsing against the linen brushing up against your pebbled nipples and letting koutarou have his way with you.

he hits so good, so deep— sending your world into spinning and blurry chaos until the only thing you can see clearly is him. “k-kou—hnngh! s-so big! s-so—!” you squeal as he palms your ears, tugs your tail and jams his dick up against the squishy spot that makes you see stars.

“s-so, s-so...so what? speak, mutt.” koutarou grunts out, freeing your bruised hip momentarily to run his fingers through sweaty salt and pepper locks, raw bottom lip caught between his teeth as he pulls back to watch his cock slide in and out of your precious, viscous honeyed puppy cunt. “fuckin’ hell... y’so fuckin’ stupid for this cock aren’t you? you don’t even know how to speak right. yanno, you really are such a dumb, fucking dog.” the volleyball player adds, his last three harsh words punctuated by powerful lunges of his hips into your squelching sex— bruising up your cervix, tainting the entrance of your womb with never ending spirts of his clear precum.

whistle tone whines of yours fall into the chorus of your joined bodies, the slip and slide of your sexes slotted against one another in perfect harmony— the pleasure is out of this world and you barely have enough brain function to register it, crying too much, leaking all over the place from your poor puppy pussy and from your open mouth. bokuto pulls tight on your leash until your head tips back, ears brushing against your spine as he bends you enough to spit into your mouth, groaning when you catch his gift on your tongue and run the pink muscle over your canine teeth in satisfaction.

“i-i’m—‘m not dumb!” you heave hoarsely between bokuto’s ravaging thrusts, breasts bouncing, tail thumping against his pelvis as he fucks you. “am not!”

golden eyes hone in on you, blazing with lust and amusement before your head is forced into the pillows— held down by koutarou’s hand that holds your leash tight enough to the point where you lose air. he used this position as leverage to plough into your oozing hole with slow strokes, making you howl into the cotton. “you’re not, huh? not a stupid little fuckmutt?” he laughs coldly and incredulously, despite the heat of his body even as his teeth latch onto your shoulder, writing degrading words against your skin in the form of blossoming love bites. “ain’t that why y’tearin’ up on my cock, misbehavin’ f’my attention?”

“n-no!” you sob at the mixture of pain and delight, shaking your head even though your body says yes— especially with the way your pussy clamps down, making koutarou’s hips stutter at the sudden lock down on his veiny cock. you’re practically seated on the edge of euphoria now, humping back on him like a bitch in heat, waiting to be filled with cum and to tumble over the peak of your high, crashing into the waves of desire below.

“fuckin’ attention whore,” the spiker nutters under his breath, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he reaches between your joined bodies, underneath your wagging tail— never slowing down— to deliver a spank to your raw and abused cunt, living for the way your entire body spasms beneath him and your back brushes up against his hard nipples. “i’ve spoiled you too much, pupslut, gotta learn your lesson now,”

you don’t quite know what he means, the sound of bokuto’s ragged breathing as he fucks into you at a faster pace distracting your empty, air filled mind. you’re powerless to how he uses you, overwhelmed by his size as he drags you by the collar and leash to your orgasm. “‘m gonna cum kou! g’na cum so hard, p-please! please!” you beg for whatever comes to mind, but what can come to mind when your tiny pussy is stretched over a strong girth of koutarou’s size? “p-pups!” you say, babbling brainlessly, clawing at the pillows as the knot in your tummy comes close to snapping. “c-cum inside me kou, make me cum— gimme your pups please! n-need it! need you!”

you’re almost there, already tasting the sweet fruits of eve’s garden while your tail wags faster and faster at the thought of cumming— when it’s suddenly all pulled away from you.

“i don’t fuckin’ think so.”

koutarou rips his cock from the warmth of your cluttering cunt, a weak cry falling from your lips when he takes you by your pink leather leash and yanks your shaky body to the floor in front of his bed. your owner forces you onto your knees, your pointed husky ears flat against your head as he looms above you.

“t-this— fuckin’ hell— this is what happens when you act like a bad dog,” he stutters breathily and you can’t help the eager simper bubbling in the base of your throat despite your orgasm being torn away from you, since you get a front row seat to koutarou bokuto fisting his weighty girth above your face. milky threads of precum drip onto your tear stained and puffy cheeks, his balls against your chin as he ruts into you— forcing you to suck on meat of them while he jerks off above you. “you don’t get to cum, only i get to fucking cum. got that?”

you don’t have time to respond or nod, for fat globs of white pour from koutarou’s angry red tip, dribbling down the length of his shaft and pooling over your eyes and pretty face— making a mess of you like you did of his apartment. the throaty groan your owner lets out is enough to send you spiralling as he blows his load over your skin, still jerking his cock, filling the air with lewd fapping noises. there’s enough of his seed to hit the floor with a crude slap— some of it even splashing back onto your body or landing between your puppy dog ears.

still twitching with the after shocks of his high, koutarou looks down at you— pulling your head up to meet his amber gaze by your leash. “now, y’gonna lick all this fucking cum from the floor, clean it up like the dirty, bad dog you are…” he leans down close so that you can feel the heat of his breath on your cum stained cheeks. “then, you’re gonna roll over...nah, you’re gonna bend over, ‘n let me fuck that puppy cunt of yours again. but this time, you’ll behave.”

and you do.

you do as he says, cleaning up bokuto’s cock and the floor before he plunges himself back inside of your welcoming walls— fucking you hard until all you see is stars and you’re begging him to stop unleashing load after load of cum into your drooling slit. your ravaged and sore pussy leaks you with every thrust, eyes crossed and tail no longer wagging.

by the end of the night, you’re a drooling mess and koutarou bokuto’s good, obedient little husky hybrid... who’s managed to learn some wonderful new tricks.

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[self control - felix]

minors don't interact!! you'll get blocked otherwise.

warnings: nsfw, sub!felix, softdom!reader (? well, sort of), forced orgasm, some vague mentions of pet play bc i can't stop thinking abt his stupid bubble messages, idk that's it i think

word count: 1.4k

felix seriously thinks he might've died and gone to heaven somewhere between the pleasant, home-cooked dinner he shared with you and his position on the bed right now, legs and arms spread clumsily underneath you. it's definitely not the first time you two sleep together - not even the first time you climb on top of him, eyes darkened with need and a small pout on your lips to which who is he to say no? - but this is way different.

he isn't sure why, maybe it's the way your hips roughly slam down on his, so hard it borders painful, or maybe it's how you growled low in your throat as you harshly pulled his hands off your body and pinned them on each side of his head, on the plush pillow. you and felix rarely ever engage in any type of power play, but this new side of you, so mean and dominant, awakens something inside him.

he probably could free his hands if he really tried, but instead he immerses himself in your gaze, completely shameless as his toes curl and small moans slip past his lips, jaw slack, small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he looks almost dizzy, looking up at you full of admiration, so pliant. you merely chuckle darkly down at him, eyes sharp and mean, and felix feels his balls tighten for a second. you feel it too, which only spurs you on.

"felix," you huff, hips slowing down a tad, just to keep your voice leveled. "what have you been saying on bubble these days?" you sneer, and his eyebrows furrow slowly, smile turning into a confused pout. you'd call him cute, but tonight you have a plan, so instead you just exhale a laugh, your bounces on top of his cock halting to a deep grind. he groans, throwing his head back, eyes closing.

"come on, baby, focus," you mutter, and the tone of your voice is so cold, so demeaning, he feels a tight coil in his stomach softly forming already. he merely whimpers pathetically up at you, still confused. why would you bring up his bubble messages all of a sudden? "you're so shameless, telling STAY all about your depraved fantasies, huh? a cat? really, felix? wanna sit on my lap all small and cute? want head pats?"

at your words, felix bites his lip, closed eyes tightening even further. he doesn't want to- he can't look at you when you bring it up. he wasn't serious when he said those silly things, but something in his chest quivers when you start listing them off. your left hand leaves his wrist, and he instantly misses the pressure, but once it tangles in his locks, gently patting at his scalp, felix lets out a loud and embarrassing whine. his head snaps to the side, cheeks suddenly burning bright red, and he still refuses to open his eyes. his hand doesn't move one inch, even though it's free. his small fist simply clenches, as tight as the hold his teeth have on his lip.

"want a collar with your name on it, hm? all pretty and shiny, just for you? want me to put you on a leash, lixie? be my little kitten?" the shame burns, and felix wants to explain himself, but every single word dies in his throat, coming out as small whimpers he unsuccessfully attempts to suppress. you giggle lightheartedly, hips once again picking up the pace, but all it does is twist the knife in his groin. his high is approaching much faster than he'd like it to, his entire body tensing in anticipation.

he doesn't expect you to grab his jaw and roughly snap his head back towards you, so his eyes open in shock, wide and teary. he has to blink a few times in order to realize that you're now leaning over his frame, baring your teeth with a grin that has him want you to just devour him. you lick your lips, and your hips don't stutter even once as you mutter down at him, voice dangerous and low.

"look at me, felix. wanna see your pretty eyes while you're whining."

it makes his head spin, whatever you're doing to him. his skin tingles, and all of his senses are so heightened, in spite of the numbness that keeps his limbs heavy on the cushion. you scan his features: his cutely freckled cheeks, burning a hot red, his pouty lips that are parted, jaw slacked, letting out the prettiest whines, his half-closed eyes - you know he's struggling to keep them open for you. all for you. seeing felix like this makes you bend down and peck his nose, a moment of gentleness amidst your hard thrusts. he's so soft and pliant underneath you, his sounds small and adorable.

"i-" his voice cracks, small and shy, but there's an alarmed look in his brown, doe eyes. "i'll cum- please slow down," felix whimpers, free hand going down to your hip. his weak hold does nothing to stop you, however. normally, you wouldn't be this mean to felix, your intimate moments more akin to making love than, well, whatever is going on right now. but seeing him like this, so fucked out and spread on the sheets, his eyes quivering and his mouth squeezing out breathy pleas... your tummy clenches and you really want him to cum right now. you want to make him cum in spite of his begging. so, your hips speed up, instead of slowing down, and you smile to yourself as his moans increase in pitch, eyes closing for a few seconds before he forces them back open, focusing on you. so obedient, all for you...

"baby- y/n, wait! please, please, i'll- i don't want to-" when he sees that his small hand can't stop you, his next move is to sneak it to your clit, and although the circles he rubs are delicious, you merely chuckle down at him mockingly. it seems like he enjoys this part of you, because his hand freezes and his hips thrust up, in spite of himself. his whines are much louder now, echoing off the walls of your bedroom, high and desperate.

"baby, i'm cumming, i'm cumming, i'm-" you shut him up as you slot your mouth on top of his, and the long moan he lets out tells you that he really enjoys the pressure. when your tongue meets his, he's a goner, and he spills all his seed inside the condom. you feel his cock twitch inside of you, his balls contracting against your ass pressed snugly on his hips. his thighs are shaking, and his hand tightly grabs at you, keeping you seated even when you try to get up.

when your lips part, felix pants heavily, looking up at you with the most beautiful face you've ever seen. his cheeks are still rosy, the color spreading to his ears and chest, and his eyes lazily move over your features, full of love and admiration. still, he bites his lip, ashamed of himself. when he speaks, it comes out in shaky breaths, though his voice is now back to its normal pitch.

"i'm sorry, i-" your hand quickly puts a halt to his apology, and you merely giggle.

"it's fine, i wanted to make you cum, you deserved it," you say with a smile, peering down at his lovely gaze. there's something indescribable in his look, and when his hands sneakily wrap around your waist in a pretense of cuddling, you think nothing of it, relaxing into his hold. the yelp that escapes you once he rolls the two of you around is, nonetheless, embarrassing. he laughs softly, adjusting his position on top of you, hands gingerly holding your waist, and then he thrusts once inside of you, through his oversensitivity. his cock is almost as hard as it was five minutes ago, and you moan at the change of angle, not expecting any of your boyfriend's actions.

"well, we need to get you to finish too, no?" he sighs as he starts to find a rhythm, brows furrowing and creasing his forehead. you'd point out how much he enjoys the overstimulation in order to embarrass him, but the way in which he hits your walls has you clenching down on him, moans spilling infinitely off your tongue. "and maybe i'll work on my self control while i'm at it, hm?"

his cheeky grin lets you know he won't be stopping any time soon. good lord.

hi!!! hehehe, i finally finished something else!! i couldn't stop thinking about soft little felix underneath me after all those silly cat messages on bubble. he's so shameless!! he totally knew what he was doing ( ≧Д≦) reblogs are much appreciated, and your feedback means so much to me :> my ask box is also open to any request or thought or whatever really!! here are my guidelines and my masterlist, as well! :3 thanks for reading, and have a nice day!!

- lunar

[ttuesday]

Any headcanons of gang members interacting with animals? :)

I'm kinda sad we only see a bit of it scattered here and there outside of Arthur and I'd love to hear your thoughts on it!

ok so these headcanons are all over the place so I added some pics to try and make up for that lol (also, because you can only upload 10 pics in a post, I had to limit the amount of fellers I could do)

Arthur 

Arthur likes animals both big and small though he usually prefers to watch any large animal from a distance, not wanting to disturb them. Wherever he goes, Arthur always admires the animals he comes across, making little doodles of them in his journal.

Arthur has always been a dog person, offering as many head pats and belly rubs to any dog he sees. While he hasn’t been around as many cats in his life, Arthur doesn’t mind giving them some pats too, feeling a sense of accomplishment when a cat begins to purr while Arthur is petting them.

An animal Arthur has felt drawn to throughout his life is the buck, relating to their loyalty to their herd. But like I said, Arthur likes to give any animal that isn’t domesticated their space, not wanting to intrude and instead he observes them from a safe distance.  

Charles 

Charles has a significant appreciation for animals, giving each and every animal he comes across a great deal of respect. Whenever he’s out hunting and has to kill an animal for food for the gang, Charles always ensures that every part of the animal is used and that nothing goes to waste.

When he’s out of camp and exploring, Charles loves to watch the herds of bison roaming the plains. They remind him of the gang because much like the bison, the gang roams the country too, never staying in one place for too long.

If life is getting too stressful, Charles likes to spend the day in the wilderness, finding a nice place to sit before fully relaxing. He loves to watch the eagles soar overhead, the coyotes playing and the rabbits curiously approach him before quickly scurrying off.

Dutch  

Dutch isn’t the biggest animal person, preferring to mind his own business and hope the animals don’t interfere with his biddings. Dutch doesn’t mind having animals around but he won’t go out of his way to spend any time with them either. He likes the look of pheasants but he prefers to see them in Pearson’s stew than wandering around near him.

Perhaps Dutch’s favourite animal would be cats. They do their own thing and he can relate to that, feeling as though neither cats or himself can be fully domesticated, always wanting to live life by their own rules.

If a cat ever saunters over to Dutch, rubbing against his leg in the hopes of getting some attention, Dutch will 100% brag about how the cat chose him of all people to be around.

John 

Even before becoming a rancher, John liked farm animals. He always thought they looked kinda goofy but in an adorable way. He typically likes to look on at the sheep grazing or the cows being herded across the plains, seeing it as being so simple yet calming to watch as they mosey around.

But John doesn’t have great experiences with all animals *cough* wolves *cough* and he’s been more timid of wild animals since that encounter, keeping his distance from them and minding his own business.

He doesn’t understand why, but John has a gift for attracting raccoons. Seriously, they just flock to him and he doesn’t understand why. Some of the others have teased him about it but John feels strangely honoured that raccoons like him so much.

Javier

Javier loves animals, whether they be small woodland creatures, domesticated animals or terrifying animals that could rip him to shreds, Javier thinks they’re all cute! He’s a big fan of colourful animals and when he was in Guarma, one of the only things that kept him optimistic were the brightly coloured birds and reptiles that’re all over the island.

Javier loves dogs too. Sometimes when he’s in town and a dog passes by, he’ll lose focus of what the others are talking about, instead giving the dog all of his attention.

Although he loves all dogs, if he had to pick a favourite breed, it would probably be poodles. Javier thinks they’re so precious with their extra fluffy hair and if he ever gets a poodle, he would constantly be styling the dog’s hair and buying many matching accessories. In conclusion, he is the best dog dad ever.

Bill

Bill acts like he doesn’t care for animals. He wants to be seen as this tough, brooding man who doesn’t have time for animals but the second he sees an animal approach him, Bill acts like the animal is his baby.

He will coddle the animal, give them belly rubs and of course, do some baby talk. But if you ever mention how he acts around animals, Bill will immediately get defensive and try to shrug it off, saying he didn’t even pay much attention to the animal.

Donkeys in particular, have a special place in his heart. In a way, Bill sees himself to be similar to a donkey; always offering his service to the gang, loyal and full of faith. He also thinks they’re extremely underrated, much like himself.

Sean

Although Sean doesn’t spend too much time around animals, he does consider himself an animal person, enjoying their company and trying his best to always do right by them.

Sean has a particular love for animals that are very small, thinking they’re so cute and lovable but he also loves animals that are much larger than him too. He’s in complete awe of those animals, getting hyper just to be around them and try to measure just how tall they are.

If Sean heard about that legendary alligator, if would have 100% went to track it down. Another animal Sean loves is mooses (moosi? moose? meese? idk what the plural of moose is). The first thing Sean thinks of whenever he sees a moose is how badass he would look if he somehow tamed it and used the moose instead of a horse. Yeah he’d try to ride a moose and we love him for that.

Hosea

Hosea tends to like smaller animals, veering away from interacting with bigger animals since that bear incident. Sometimes if he has some spare food or if he’s making a run to the nearest general store, Hosea will buy some extra seeds and vegetables for the forest animals. 

He knows it’s a bad habit and that he’s attracting wild animals to camp by leaving out some food for them but it’s mainly rabbits and squirrels that stop by so he doesn’t think he’s doing any real harm. Although there have been times some animals have come through camp, curiously peeking into tents and ripping up any papers left laying around because they’ve gotten so used to being near Hosea.

Something Hosea enjoys to do whenever he has some free time is bird watch. He finds them fascinating, listening to their birdsongs and watching as the birds soar overhead. No matter how stressed he is, spending some time surrounded by animals and watching the birds always soothes him and reminds Hosea of how incredible nature is.

Trelawny

C’mon now, we all know how much Trelawny loves animals, especially birds. He has a way with animals, taking so much time and consideration into befriending them and gaining their trust.

Josiah can spend hours with birds, training them to do certain magic tricks and to help out with cons. Considering this is Trelawny, of course he’s trained some crows to pick up any jewellery they see and bring it to him. He’s trained so many birds, Trelawny basically has a constant income of cash thanks to the amount of coins and trinkets his birds bring him.

A type of bird Trelawny would absolutely love to have is a parrot. Not only would the parrot also speak in an English accent but they’d match Trelawny’s lavish style too.

Lenny

Of course Lenny loves all kinds of animals, though he’s always been more drawn to the animals that don’t get as much love in comparison to horses and dogs.

Lenny definitely kept worms or other insects as pets when he was a kid, finding them fascinating and always trying his best to help them out by picking them up and putting them in a safe area where they won’t get stepped on or eaten.

He’s a fan of frogs and toads too, hating how they’re considered gross or bad omens. Lenny doesn’t just like to look at animals but he’ll also do some additional research, reading books about different species and educating himself on a multitude of animals.

[wolfythewitch]

Hello! I just found your Star Forged AU, and I am absolutely OBSESSED with this concept, u have no idea. 💖 I was just wondering… do the weapons have a visual reference to their soulbrothers anywhere on their ghost/humanoid forms? Like Philza having a green, red, and purple bead hanging from his hat tassel, or Ranboo wearing one blue, one red, and one green bracelet on one wrist, or the gems on Techno’s crown alternating blue, green, and purple 1/2

or Dream having blue, purple, and red stud earrings in one ear? 👀 After all, they are 4 extensions of the same whole and are inextricably intertwined for eternity; this way they could always have a little reminder of their soulmates on them somewhere. :3 2/2

Gonna compile these into one long ask so the rest of the answers are below the line safdsgfd

The running motifs present color wise are green, red, and purple, so they definitely have each others colors on them! I like having hints of different character designs so definitely

Star Forged AU: You mentioned that the weapons can see and touch each other in their ghost forms, correct? Can they feel that touch, like physically? It would kind of suck if the only thing they could ever physically feel was pain when their weapon forms are damaged. ☹ At least this way, they get some of the perks of touch as well (though I’m sure this would mean they’re all unbelievably touch-starved in the present timeline, since they’ve been separated for decades ;;).

They can feel each other's touch, yes. I forget what I've said of this, but they just can't feel stuff except for pain in weapon form. In spirit form, they are able to feel as long as it's from one of their brothers.

Star Forged AU: We know Techno can possess his wielder to fight through them if their bond is strong enough, but would it be possible for the other weapons to also sync with their wielder to an extent? Maybe not enough to completely take over their body or anything, Techno would still be the only one able to do that, but they could interact with the world this way rather than just being passive observers of it for eternity, which would probably get old quickly. 1/2

Not being able to interact with anyone or anything is… really not a great feeling, tbh. :( But this way they could do things like pet a cat, taste ice cream, smell a flower, you know, the little things that make life interesting. It would still probably be pretty annoying being bound to an inert object, but this way they could at least feel connected to the world a little more. 2/2

They can partially move themselves while in the wielder's hand, but they cannot interact with others through the wielder. They can touch things the way your hand is able to touch the water's surface before it breaks through. Animals are a bit more aware of their existence, but they cannot full hold a cat, at most maybe pet it. They were made for war, not for domesticity

Star Forged AU: Since the weapons are basically 4 extensions of 1 whole, it would be really interesting if they all embody one or two prominent emotions or personality traits that serve to complement and enhance each other when they’re together, but can get overwhelming or out of balance when they’re apart (yet another reason why their separation has been so hard on all of them). I.e. Dream is calculating, patient, and reserved while Techno is blunt, impulsive, and wears his heart on his sleeve, but when they’re together, they help to balance each other out; Techno draws Dream out of his shell by getting him to relax and go with the flow, and Dream helps Techno approach things from a more analytical and strategic angle. Something like that. :>

That's present in their fighting styles! Dream and techno on offense, but one for precision and the other for force, Phil for range, Ranboo for defense and protection. They work best together :>

Star Forged AU: I noticed in your tag that the weapons all used to have a single original owner after they were forged by Life and Death, but you hadn’t decided on who that would be yet. If that’s still the case, could I possibly suggest Niki? 😊

I envision her as a young peasant hunter/baker only barely out of her teens, who is tired of the endless conflicts surrounding her little town. She doesn’t want glory or fame or honor, she just wants to protect her family, friends, and home, which is why she was entrusted with such great and powerful weapons over some grand and important king or knight. Also, with her inclusion, the Syndicate would be complete (and since there are quite a few Syndicate!Dream AUs out there, I don’t think Dream’s presence would feel too out of place here), and I think she complements all their personalities really well. She’s passionate and feisty, but she is also nurturing and appreciates the simple things in life, like her bakery and pets.

I imagine the weapons all quickly grow to love and respect her deeply (it’s possible Techno’s ghost form has pink hair because he liked hers so much 👀), and she in turn loves and respects them just as much. She gives them their names, and she’d be a prime candidate to teach the weapons about the world and humanity from the common person’s perspective, too, to show them exactly why they exist and teach them to love what they were created to protect. After all, as the quote goes, “I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, […] I love only that which they defend.”

Phil hears music for the first time when Niki absently strums his bowstring and sings along to the sounds created by it (possibly explaining why he was so immediately drawn to Wilbur generations later). Ranboo learns what playing is when Niki uses him to sled down a snowy mountain slope, laughing all the way. Dream learns to appreciate the simple joy of providing for others when Niki uses him to chop firewood and boards for houses and fences, not to just cut down enemies. Techno understands what it means to selflessly support someone when Niki uses him as a walking stick after she is badly injured in a skirmish and can barely walk home.

I’m undecided on how her story should end, though. She could live to a ripe old age and pass on peacefully after entrusting her loyal weapons to her successor, or she could go out in a blaze of glory protecting her home and her loved ones from a dangerous threat, like the Egg or something similar. Regardless of how she goes out, though, I’d imagine the weapons all remember their original wielder very fondly and still miss her even generations later. 💔

ooooo I like that!! I was wondering whether to make niki mortal or god but her being the original wielder would be really cool :00 Unfortunately I have it so that the og wielder died and lost the weapons, so her story won't have a happy ending :'D

[mayday505]

Chuuya and Yuan headcanons bc I saw a post talking about how the fandom hates Yuan and I’ve had enougH!!! So I’m gonna shove my headcanons down ur throats.

Yuan was the one to do Chuuya's hair in the sheep. It used to be super long, and she'd braid it for him so it wouldn't get in his face. When Chuuya decided he wanted it short, Yuan was the one who cut it for him. She's extremely talented at doing other peoples hair, and both Chuuya and Shirase have commented that if they weren't so poor, she should go to beauty school and become a professional. (this is also in reference to her own unique hairstyle, she created that herself)

She was also the one to take Chuuya to the arcade for the first time. Every time they go now, they have a DDR battle, because it's Yuan's favourite, and the one she first showed Chuuya when they were kids

She basically taught him everything he knew about the world, since when they first met he was completely alone, isolated and unaware of anything. Yuan was Chuuya's first and best friend. She taught him to read, write, and even speak to some degree. She's like his sister. Therefore she gets super offended when he grows taller than her.

Yuan is the chef of the sheep. Basically she's the super capable big sister that everyone takes for granted, and so when Chuuya expresses interest in what she's doing, she goes full Gordon Ramsey mode and teaches him how to cook (there were definitely arguments, a lot of swearing, and food thrown around)

Yuan loves Chuuya's ability. She always looks for any excuse for him to use it on her so she can experience being weightless. They started doing the grocery runs together because of this, and Chuuya will use tainted to send Yuan up to the top shelf that neither of them (both being around the same height) can reach.

They also get up to a lot of mischief together, such as stealing shopping carts for joyrides, attempting to ride down large hills on stolen dinner trays from restaurants, using his ability to freak out pensioners, attempting to learn how to skateboard only to fall flat on their asses etc. which Shirase always ends up lecturing them about

Yuan is the only one to know specifics about Chuuya's past. Because she is a very light sleeper compared to the others (cough Shirase cough that man sleeps as hard as a rock prove me otherwise) and is generally quite a skittish person, she often gets woken up by Chuuya's very vivid nightmares. She is the one who will comfort him after them, and over time, Chuuya came to trust her enough to tell her about them and his past in general (what he can remember anyway) She was the only person in the sheep to know about this until Shirase was roped into stormbringer events, and she never told anyone else.

Because they are both essentially stray cats in terms of personality (skittish, untrusting, will bite your hand off if you touch them/approach them wrong) they immediately understand each other/ get along and hence they become close. This also means that Yuan knows how to interact with/manage Chuuya when things are bad, to a degree that Shirase cannot. They are besties your honor.

Short duo. Every time one of them is in an argument with Shirase or another sheep member, they'll give each other piggybacks to make themselves appear taller in front of the other person. They are so synchronised that it's second nature at this point

Yuan really likes Ducks. Chuuya promised her once that they'd get a pet duck one day and name it Grapefruit (one of the meanings of the first Kanji in her name) After Stormbringer events, Chuuya reaches out to Yuan, who is working in a cafe at the time, and pays for her to go to Beauty school to become a hairdresser. He also buys her a pet duck like he'd promised. Dazai had been confused by Chuuya's spending records that month, but he simply passed it off as a tax fraud thing (laundering money thru a duck business slay)

They are still in touch in the current timeline, and ever since Yuan graduated from school she has been the only person Chuuya will go to to get his hair done. He'll also drag along the akutagawa's sometimes, which led to Gin and Higuchi being the biggest Yuan stans there are. (higuchi followed Akutagawa there because she was curious where he got his hair done) They have girl talk!!! Higuchi SWEARS by Yuan's methods. Unfortunatley though, no miracle hairdressing could save akutagawa's eyebrows.

Back in the sheep, whenever Chuuya got injured, Yuan was the only one allowed to treat him because of his medical trauma. She was the only one he trusted enough to let her deal with his injuries. She has the steadiest sewing hand known to man. Even in the future, when Chuuya is in the mafia, he still will occasionally turn up to her shop when he is injured instead of reporting back, simply because he trusts her more than the mafia doctors. This becomes a lot more common after Dazai leaves since he was the only other person trusted with Chuuya when he was injured.

Her salon is called "Grapefruit's house" because of the duck. He just wanders around while people have their hair done. Tips are accepted in bird seed and ice water for Grapefruit <3 and he follows Yuan around everywhere.

Look i just want them to be happy okay??? THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME