#can’t function without the purrs

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NSFW ABCs: Jack Abbot

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jack needs to hold you. Needs to kiss every red mark or bruise. Rubs lotion on the beard burn from his scruff on your thighs. He uses his arm crutch to go to the kitchen and get you a water bottle and orders DoorDash because he’s not the best cook and he doesn’t want you waiting 35 minutes for something to eat to help you settle back down to earth. He’s got a heated blanket he can plug in during the winter time if you need it. He knows sometimes after sex you don’t like clothes on your body. Just skin to skin cuddles and warm blankets.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jack loves his eyes. Most importantly he loves how eye contact affects you in the bedroom. His steely gaze during foreplay making you wet, his soft furrowed expression when you refuse to make eye contact for the first time turns into a cocky glint in those eyes of his. He found her weakness and it’s not even anything remotely sexual. It’s just the way he uses eye contact to his advantage.

Now his favorite part of his partner is their plush thighs. He loves a little extra cushion to grip onto as he fucks into her. His hands gripping her thighs as he holds her down against him to take every last drop he can give her.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Jack abbot loves eating pussy, he wants your cum dripping down his face like the sweetest fruit he’s ever tasted. “One more baby.. gimme one more” he will grumble greedily and knock you into another white hot orgasm. He loves the taste of your cum, he swears you taste like honey.

He also pays for you to be on birth control or get an implant just so he can cum inside your tight pussy. It’s a need not a want. To fill you with his cum is his favorite thing, playing with it as it dribbles out of your overflowing messy hole. “Shh shh shh baby.. lemme just put this back where it belongs..” he’d purr as he eased two thick fingers back inside you, making sure to keep his cum inside. Hell he’s content falling asleep like that.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

From the first time you two had sex he was all in. He didn’t show it not til months later. But the first time your pussy wrapped around Jack he had to stop himself from writing vows in his head.

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

Jack is middle aged, ex military. Theres no way in hell that man hasn’t had partners. Looking how he looks now and you can just imagine what he looked like with his auburn hair and army green uniform.

He’s also a doctor. He knows the erogenous zones, he can find the clit. He’s steps above your average man. He can make you tremble and shake and finish over and over til you have to beg him to stop. He’s a pleasure dominant of course.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating position. He can be as deep as he needs while seeing your face. Teasing and taunting about the size of his cock. “Ohhh you poor baby… is this too much for you?” he fakingly coos, “oh if it’s too much I can always pull out..” he teases while his body does the opposite and pushes til his hips hit hers, his cock bulging her tummy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jack is always very serious. he’s no nonsense in the trauma room, no nonsense when it comes to consent and boundaries. But if something happens during sex- accidentally squirting, farting, queefing. He doesn’t make mention of it, it’s a bodily function. It’s nothing to be scared about. If you’re embarrassed, he might joke about it because if you can’t laugh about it you shouldn’t do it is his motto.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Jack is older now, so the carpet per se is salt n peppered. He’s relatively groomed. His chest is hairless but below the belt is lightly brushed with pubic hair. not a jungle but not exactly smooth. The army instilled a routine for him to be well groomed from 18 years old and on. So when he was honorably discharged he just kept up the routine.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jack can be romantic when he wants to be. He can be rough and dominant and mean or he can be sweet. Sometimes he’ll sprinkle in a mix. Roughly handling your hips, his cock drenched in your cum as you take your punishment. “Atta girl.. there you go.. almost done..” he’d reassure you even in the roughest of scenes.

J = Jack off (handjob headcanon)

Jack never whines or is pathetic during sex but during handjobs. Absolutely. He’s panting, back arches softly as he leans against the wall of a supply closet. You’d teased him that morning sliding on his favorite thong of yours to wear under your scrubs. He can see the where the lace lays on your ass when you bend or reach for things. So now he’s locked in a supply closet, hand in his pants muttering to himself.

“Jesus Abbot.. pull it together.. couple more hours” he says as he begins to tug roughly on his cock after spitting quietly into his palm.

He’s whining softly and mumbling your name, mumbling praise like you’re there with him. He’s never one to really jack off unless he needs to. But ever since you and him became a thing, he’s started to want to. To want to picture you in his mind and cum for you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jack Abbot is a possessive man. He’s quiet and observant of men who hit on you. He’s not explosive or angry. He just sits there knowing you’re his. the reason he’s so calm is because of the collar you wear. It’s not a collar in a traditional sense of the word in the BDSM community. It’s subtle. It’s hidden like an everyday piece of jewelry. It’s a silver chain with a little lock that keeps it around your neck. Only he has the key for it to come off. It’s devotion, not ownership. I’m yours and you’re mine.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Edge of the bed. He loves the fact you tell him he feels even bigger than he’s standing than laying down. The blood flow is greater making him swell more inside her. Jack lets you rest on the bed while he does all the work. On your tummy with your ass up or on your back and your legs straight agaisnt his shoulders and Jack holding your head up by the roots of your hair to force you to watch him fuck your weeping cunt.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Every little thing about you from the way you move, look, sound and smell. Just you being you is enough for him to want you. When you playfully banter sexually and tease as foreplay during work or around the house and wait for him to pounce on you is what he kinda enjoys. The thrill of the chase per se even though he’s already got you as his girlfriend.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Blood play, Knife Play- self explanatory.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves both. He is absolutely feral about the way you look sucking his cock. It’s the prettiest most erotic thing he gets to see besides his cock sliding into you. You’re gorgeous to him even struggling to take his full length down your throat.

He loves eating you out. It’s only if his favorite pass times. just because he feels like it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Jack switches pace depending on emotional state or energy level. He will match your mood no matter if he’s fresh off a shift.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves them. There’s a hidden taboo aspect that turns him on. Doing something he shouldn’t, in a place he shouldn’t is arousing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jack abbot is a war veteran. Nothing scares him, except hurting you. So he’s okay with experimenting within reason. Nothing that could permanently hurt you if done wrong.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

First time inside you Jack cums immediately. He’s embarrassed but everytime after he lasts a moderate amount of time. It’s not hours long but it’s enough to get you both off.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

Jack doesn’t own toys before you date him but they will buy some with you in mind. Tossing one to you when you are laying in the bed or couch. “Gotchu something. Try it before I come home in the morning.. I wanna play with you a bit after my shift.”

U = Unfair (how much does he like to tease?)

If Jack doesn’t tease during sex something is truly and deeply wrong.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jack abbot talks and never shuts the fuck up. He refuses to. He needs you to know how good it feels, how good you’re being for him. He wants it to be interactive and quiet sex isn’t his style. Unless it’s a heat of the moment thing at work where “shh don’t want them to hear do you?” Is sexy.

W = Wild card (random headcanon)

First time with Jack he uses a vibrator on your clit so it makes the first entry as painless and easy as he can. He nods when you whine at the buzz and get soaking wet and he runs his tip through it. “Atta girl getting this wet f’me.. gonna go slow and talk through it.. just breathe for me..”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jack is covered in freckles on his shoulder and body. It’s one of the things that drives you wild. He’s big below the belt. Thick and long, maybe 7 inches. Nothing crazy just bigger than average.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Ever since Jack went to therapy and started to talk about his feelings he’s gotten lighter emotionally which makes his mental state more apt to allow sexual exploration. He’s not bogged down with dark thoughts.

Z = Zzz (how fast they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn’t fall asleep til you do. He holds you and cuddles and debriefs it. He wants clear honest communication, always.

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WHEN YOU CRY OVER YOUR PET જ⁀➴

۶ৎ PAIRING : boynextdoor x gn!reader ۶ৎ GENRE(S) : established relationship, fluff, hurt, comfort ۶ৎ WARNING(S) : mentions of pet death/grief, emotional distress/crying, heavy emotional comfort from the boys, reader is overwhelmed, author got carried away at Leehan's (heh...) ۶ৎ WORD COUNT : 0.4k - 0.7k words

۶ৎ A/N : This was a request from my lovely @reibelhearts ! I hope this headcanon fic gives you the much needed comfort that you need! �� I understand how it feels to lose a beloved pet so I was more than willing to write this! To all our furry 🐶🐱 (and fishy 🐟 or feathery 🕊) friends who have crossed the bridge, you are so, so loved! 🫶

SUNGHO₍^. .^₎⟆

۶ৎ you didn’t mean to cry in front of him.

۶ৎ he’s been so busy lately—filming, rehearsals, barely getting enough sleep.

۶ৎ you kept it to yourself, thinking, "he doesn’t need to worry about this too."

۶ৎ you told yourself you'd be fine...

۶ৎ but when Sungho walks through the door, gym bag still slung over his shoulder, and asks, “Hey, baby. Have you eaten yet?”—something in you just breaks.

۶ৎ the way your face crumples and you look away too quickly. The way your voice doesn’t even make it out. He freezes.

۶ৎ “Wait—what’s wrong?”

۶ৎ you try to shake your head, but it’s too late. You’re already crying, and you can’t stop.

۶ৎ his bag hits the floor. He’s at your side in two seconds flat, kneeling down like you’re something precious he’s scared to touch too roughly.

۶ৎ you choke out the words. “They’re gone.” And he understands immediately.

۶ৎ “Oh… babe.” His voice is so soft. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

۶ৎ you just shake your head. “You’ve been so busy. I didn’t want to ruin your mood or mess things up for you—”

۶ৎ “You’re never ruining anything,” he cuts in, already pulling you into his arms. “You’re my person. If something hurts you, it matters.”

۶ৎ holds you close until your shoulders stop shaking. One arm around your back, one hand stroking your hair like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

۶ৎ Simba the cat slinks in slowly, drawn by the stillness. He pauses, sniffs the air like he’s picking up on your sadness, then hops into your lap without hesitation. Settles in. Purrs.

۶ৎ Sungho glances down. “He’s doing that thing again where he pretends he’s not affectionate, but he is.”

۶ৎ you sniffle, laughing a little through your tears. “Yeah… I can tell.”

۶ৎ he leaves for a bit and comes back with your favourite drink, a warm snack, and a tiny plushie that vaguely resembles your pet. “Simba helped me pick it out. I mean, he stared at it for three seconds, which I’m taking as a sign.”

۶ৎ you don't have to ask him to stay. He already is. Sitting cross-legged next to you, blanket pulled over both your legs, one hand resting gently on your knee. Just enough to remind you he’s there.

۶ৎ “You loved them really well,” he says after a long silence. “That’s why this hurts so much. That’s not something to be ashamed of.”

۶ৎ Simba curls up against your leg again, tail flicking lightly. Sungho adjusts your blanket. Then again. Then a third time for good measure.

۶ৎ you don’t say anything about it, just lean your head on his shoulder.

۶ৎ later, when you fall asleep mid-tears, you stir just enough to hear him whisper :

۶ৎ “I’m so sorry, love. You didn’t have to go through this alone.”

RIWOO ʢ·͡ᴥ·ʡ

۶ৎ you’d been texting him normally. Maybe quieter than usual, but nothing that would set off alarms. 

۶ৎ he was busy anyways—schedules, fan signs, a music show later that night. You didn’t want to weigh him down.

۶ৎ but something about your last message sits weird with him.

 ۶ৎ just a “hope rehearsal goes well” and a photo of your pet’s collar, sitting alone on the table.

۶ৎ Riwoo doesn’t reply right away, but he does show up at your doorstep unannounced. 

۶ৎ he knocks gently. Doesn’t say a word when you open the door with tear-swollen eyes and a barely functioning voice. Just holds out his arms, like of course he already knew.

۶ৎ when you finally manage to whisper, “I didn’t want to bother you,” he just sighs into your shoulder.

۶ৎ “You didn’t,” he murmurs. “I just… I know that look.”

۶ৎ he doesn’t flood you with questions or try to say anything deep. Instead, he walks into your apartment like it’s muscle memory, sets a plastic bag on the table, and pulls out your favourite drink and a weirdly cute rice ball shaped like a dog. 

۶ৎ “Not gonna lie,” he says quietly, “I panicked and just bought everything dog-shaped.”

۶ৎ you try to laugh and end up crying again instead. He doesn't flinch. Just lets you sob into his sleeve, gently rubbing your back in slow, grounding circles.

۶ৎ that evening, just when you think he’s about to leave, he kneels down by the front door and starts undoing a carrier bag. You blink. “Riwoo…?”

۶ৎ out pops Daebak—tail wagging, tongue out, already sniffing around your living room like he lives there.

۶ৎ “I figured,” Riwoo says, brushing invisible fur off his hoodie, “you might be too lonely tonight.”

 ۶ৎ he hands you a leash. “He’s loud. And dramatic. But he’s got good taste in people.”

۶ৎ you blink back another round of tears. “You’re letting me borrow your dog?”

 ۶ৎ “Just for tonight. Unless you need him longer. Then it’s... a long-term lease.”

۶ৎ the next few hours are quiet in the best way. You and Daebak curled on the couch, and Riwoo beside you with a portable speaker softly playing some lo-fi music.

۶ৎ he doesn’t ask you to talk about your pet unless you bring it up. When you do, his eyes don’t leave your face the entire time. He listens like he’s trying to memorize the way you describe them. 

۶ৎ “They sounded loyal,” he says eventually. “Like the kind of pet who’d follow you into hell and back.”

۶ৎ you nod. “They were.”

۶ৎ before he leaves, he sets down a Tupperware box. “Jjangyi’s food. Daebak’s picky.”

۶ৎ “Wait,” you say, panicking a little, “what if he misses you tonight?”

۶ৎ Riwoo shrugs. “He’s sleeping on your foot like he’s known you forever. I think he’s fine.”

۶ৎ and then, just as he’s pulling on his hoodie to head out, he turns back and says in that low, soft voice :

۶ৎ “I can’t bring them back… but I’ll come by tomorrow. With Jjangyi. So Daebak doesn’t get too smug.”

JAEHYUN ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა

۶ৎ you didn’t want to tell him. He was already juggling a comeback, dance practices, and three unfinished voice notes he said he’d send “soon, I swear!!”

۶ৎ so you kept it to yourself. Until he dropped by after rehearsal—hair damp, hoodie sleeves rolled up, ranting about Woonhak eating his chicken.

۶ৎ “Can you believe him? He said I was chewing too loud. Too loud, babe. Am I supposed to chew silently now—hey, wait…”

۶ৎ he finally notices your red-rimmed eyes. Your silence. The way your lip trembles when you try to smile and say, “I’m fine.”

۶ৎ “You’re not,” he blurts, panic creeping into his voice. “You’re so not—what happened? Did someone say something? Did you get hurt? Did I do something?!”

۶ৎ you try to explain through broken words. That your pet passed away. That you didn’t want to tell him because he seemed happy and busy and you didn’t want to ruin that.

۶ৎ “Ruin—?” He looks offended. “RUIN?! Babe, if you stubbed your toe I’d cancel the whole schedule.”

۶ৎ he doesn’t try to cover up how crushed he looks.

۶ৎ “Oh no,” he whispers. “I know how much you loved them. I used to greet them when I walked in like they paid rent.”

۶ৎ pulls you into his chest, his grip tight and warm. He lets you cry, no rushing, no awkward patting—just firm, sweet comfort. Keeps whispering the same words over and over.

۶ৎ “You did your best. You loved them so well. They were so lucky to have you.”

۶ৎ later, once you’re curled up together on the couch, tissues everywhere, he suddenly looks very serious.

۶ৎ “Listen… I know nothing could ever replace them. And I’m not trying to—but like…” He reaches for his phone, pulling up a poorly lit screenshot of a baby hamster.

۶ৎ “What if… just what if… we get a little guy. Not to replace them. Just to give your heart something soft again. I’ll take care of it too!! I’ll feed it kale and whisper affirmations.”

۶ৎ you stare at him. “You want to get a hamster?”

۶ৎ “OUR hamster,” he corrects. “Joint custody. I’ll name it something cool like… Biscuit. Or President Cheeks.”

۶ৎ “…Jaehyun.”

۶ৎ “No no hear me out. They’re small. They’re fluffy. They store snacks in their cheeks. Just like you.”

۶ৎ he shows you another picture of a golden hamster in a tiny food bowl. “I saw this one online. Look at him. He’s shaped like a grain of rice.”

۶ৎ you squint at it, wiping your eyes. “Is that… Hanbin?”

۶ৎ Jaehyun short-circuits. “OH MY GOD YOU’RE RIGHT—WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THIS.”

۶ৎ he doesn’t leave that night. Orders your comfort food. Makes a ridiculous ‘hamster Pinterest board’ on his phone full of tiny hats.

۶ৎ when you fall asleep with your head in his lap, he just sits there, stroking your hair, whispering :

“You’re not alone. Not now. Not ever. I love you.”

TAESAN ≽^- ˕ -^≼

۶ৎ You don’t want to burden him. 

۶ৎ Taesan’s got a lot on his plate right now—the group’s comeback, his family back in Gwangju, and his ever-ongoing worries about Dupal. So you try to keep it in.

۶ৎ that is, until you find yourself choking on your tears, alone in the apartment, barely able to breathe from the weight of the loss. 

۶ৎ you’re crying over your pet, the one you’ve spent so many years with, and it hurts in a way you didn’t expect.

۶ৎ Taesan knocks on your door later, his usual calm exterior cracking when he sees you, tears streaking down your face.

 ۶ৎ “What happened?” His voice is quieter than usual, genuine concern taking over.

۶ৎ you try to push him away, muttering, “I’m fine, Taesan. I just… need a minute.”

۶ৎ but he’s not buying it. He steps inside, looking at you with those dark eyes—the same eyes that often seem distant, but right now, they’re locked on you, focused entirely.

۶ৎ “No, you’re not. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

۶ৎ when you finally break down and admit that your pet passed away, that you didn’t want to tell him, his heart sinks. He already knows what it’s like to miss someone close.

۶ৎ “I… I get it,” he says softly, voice thick with emotion. He drops to his knees in front of you, his hand on your arm, squeezing gently.

۶ৎ “I know what it feels like to miss someone. Dupal’s not here, and I keep wondering if he’s forgotten me. I don’t want you to feel like that, too.”

۶ৎ he pauses, looking at you with a mix of vulnerability and strength. “I’m… not the best at comforting people. But I’ll sit here with you. I’ll listen. I won’t leave until you’re okay.”

۶ৎ instead of words, Taesan just stays with you. He pulls you into a tight hug, not saying anything but letting you know he’s there.

۶ৎ his hand runs through your hair like a slow, steady rhythm, soothing and calm, like he’s trying to carry some of your pain.

۶ৎ after a while, he pulls back, looking at you, his thumb gently brushing under your eye to catch a tear.

۶ৎ he doesn’t try to give you solutions or rush you through your grief. He just sits with you, the silence speaking volumes.

۶ৎ eventually, you end up sitting on the floor together, as he pulls out his phone and shows you a video of Dupal trying to chase after a car (unsuccessfully, of course), and you can’t help but chuckle through the tears.

 ۶ৎ “I hope he remembers me. Just like I’ll never forget him… And I’ll never forget you either.”

۶ৎ when he leaves for the night, he gives you a long, lingering hug, his hand resting on the back of your head. “Call me if you need anything, okay? Don’t keep it to yourself.”

LEEHAN ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅

۶ৎ you hadn’t told him. You didn’t want to disturb him, especially when he was in the middle of his busy schedule. 

۶ৎ Leehan had been trying so hard to make sure everyone was good, especially the members, that you didn’t want to add to his plate.

۶ৎ but you couldn’t keep it in forever. You tried to push the sadness away, but it caught up with you when you least expected it. 

۶ৎ you’re sitting in your apartment, curled up on the couch, when you suddenly get a message from Leehan.

۶ৎ “Hey, Coni misses you! And I have some new fishes to show you, want to come over?”

۶ৎ you don’t respond right away. Instead, you let out a shaky breath. The offer seems so simple, but it reminds you of the pet you just lost. The one you cherished.

۶ৎ you try to talk yourself out of going, but before you know it, you’re heading to the dorms anyway. Maybe seeing Coni will help. Maybe seeing Leehan will help.

۶ৎ when you get there, he’s already in the living room, his arms spread wide as he greets you.

۶ৎ “Look who’s here! Coni’s been waiting for you all day!” He’s excited and cheerful, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he sees you standing in the doorway, quiet and looking like something’s off.

۶ৎ “You okay?” he asks gently, walking toward you and pulling you into a hug. “You’ve been on my mind today. Come on, I want to show you something!”

۶ৎ you let him guide you to the fish tank, the new fishes swimming around. He talks about them excitedly, and the way he describes them with such enthusiasm makes your heart ache. 

۶ৎ his eyes light up as he points out each one, naming them and describing their colours and quirks in a way that’s so Leehan—gentle, thoughtful, and full of joy. 

۶ৎ you can’t help but feel your heart melt a little, but also hurt because the memories of your pet flood in at the same time.

۶ৎ “This one here,” he says with a wide smile, pointing to a small, shimmering fish darting through the water. “This is a Runny Nose Tetra. Look at how it moves, so quick and lively. Reminds me of how much energy Coni has when he’s chasing his ball.” 

۶ৎ “And this is a Gold Gourami,” he continues, his voice full of admiration as he watches the golden fish glide gracefully through the tank. “She’s really calm. The kind that just floats around, not bothering anyone.”

۶ৎ he goes on, his voice light and warm as he explains the behaviour of each fish. You watch him talk about them with such affection, and the way he does makes your heart ache with the weight of your loss.

۶ৎ and then Coni comes bounding into the room, tail wagging so hard that his whole body wiggles. 

۶ৎ you can’t hold it in any longer. The weight of your loss catches up with you, and you break down, tears streaming down your face. The suddenness of it all takes you by surprise, and you feel a tightness in your chest.

۶ৎ Leehan doesn’t panic. He just wraps his arms around you, his voice soft as he says,

۶ৎ “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, babe. I get it. I know how it feels.”

۶ৎ he doesn’t push you to talk about it right away. He just sits with you, letting you cry against his chest.

۶ৎ his hand gently runs through your hair, and you feel the warmth of his embrace grounding you.

* “I know how much it hurts to lose someone you love,” he murmurs, his voice tender. 

۶ৎ “Coni, my fishes… I know they don’t live as long, but that doesn’t make it any easier. And… I know this pain. It’s terrible. But you don’t have to go through it alone.”

۶ৎ he pulls back slightly, wiping your tears away with his thumb, and then says something you weren’t expecting.

۶ৎ “I’ll take care of you, okay? We’ll get through this together. We don’t have to forget them, we just… keep their memories close. Like I do with my fish.”

۶ৎ Coni, noticing the sadness, nudges you gently with his nose. Leehan smiles softly, rubbing Coni’s head.

۶ৎ “See? Even Coni gets it. He’s here with you too.”

۶ৎ he makes you a warm drink and sits you down next to him. For the rest of the evening, it’s just the two of you, talking about the silly things Coni and his fishes do, sharing stories of your pets, and letting the grief come and go as it needs to.

۶ৎ before you leave, he kisses your forehead gently and says, “I’m always here for you. And if you need time, I’ll be right here. Whenever you’re ready.”

WOONHAK ʕ｡•ﻌ•｡ʔ

۶ৎ you kept convincing yourself : he’s busy, he’s practising, he’s probably tired, and you didn’t want to be the reason he slowed down. So you didn’t say anything when your pet passed away.

۶ৎ but grief doesn’t always stay quiet. And Woonhak? He just so happened to come over with snacks and that loud sunshine energy of his, flopping onto your couch like always and immediately dragging you into his world.

۶ৎ “Guess who brought peach gummies and terrible horror movies we’re gonna regret watching at 2AM? That’s right. Your favorite genius.”

۶ৎ you force a smile. Try to laugh. Try to keep up. But somewhere between his fifth dramatic retelling of how he heroically caught a falling banana at the dorm, you break.

۶ৎ the tears come without warning, spilling down your cheeks as you bury your face in your hands, trying to hide it—but he notices instantly.

۶ৎ “Wait—wait, you’re crying?? Babe?? What—did I say something dumb? Did I offend the banana??”

۶ৎ he’s scrambling, eyes wide, snacks falling off his lap. He’s panicking—but it’s that sweet kind of panic that shows how much he cares even if he doesn’t know what’s wrong yet.

۶ৎ he practically throws himself onto the floor in front of you, crouching down to your level.

۶ৎ “Babe, hey, look at me—what happened? You’re scaring me…”

۶ৎ you finally manage to whisper it : 

۶ৎ “They’re gone… My pet. I didn’t know who to tell. I didn’t want to make you worry.”

۶ৎ his eyes soften instantly. The panic melts into care, into gentleness—and so Woonhak.

۶ৎ “You—you should’ve told me. I wanna worry about you, dummy.”

 ۶ৎ “…Okay not dummy. You’re a very smart, beautiful person, I’m just emotionally unwell right now because you’re sad and I don’t know what to do.”

۶ৎ he pulls you into the tightest hug, one of those full-bodied, engulfed by a bear kind of hugs.

۶ৎ “It’s okay to cry, you know? Even if you think it’s ‘just a pet’—they were your family. Your best friend. I get it. And I’m here, okay?”

۶ৎ once you’ve calmed down a little, he wipes your tears with his sleeve (and immediately regrets it because “ew okay I used this sleeve to open yogurt earlier wait let me get a tissue—”).

۶ৎ but then he gently sits you down, gets you water, a cozy blanket, and even puts your favorite stuffed animal in your lap with the most serious expression.

۶ৎ “Comfort animal deployment: activated. I am now your emotional support himbo.”

۶ৎ he even makes a little corner of your room a “memorial spot,” setting down a candle and printing out one of your pet’s photos. 

۶ৎ “This is their VIP section. I’m reserving it for good memories and bad jokes in their honour.”

۶ৎ eventually, he pulls you back onto the couch, your head resting against his shoulder. He talks in that soft, low voice he only uses when things are quiet.

۶ৎ “You don’t ever have to deal with this kind of stuff alone, okay? Even if you don’t wanna talk about it, I’m still gonna show up with peach gummies and a stupid horror movie and sit beside you until you feel a little more okay.”

 ۶ৎ “And if you cry again, it’s fine. I’ll cry too. We’ll sob together. Like a synchronized sadness squad. World record or something.”

@coriihanniee 💌

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[drsheperd-bartley18]

Can you write something small about Paige sleeping on the couch and all the UConn players are in Paige’s apartment as well but Paige is busy sleeping in Azzi lap. While Paige is sleeping she like puts her face more into Azzi stomach and falls asleep while her teammates make fun of her for it?

Golden Retriever

Hope you like it! The end is questionable I couldn’t figure how to end it naturally.

Fluff

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 It was finally Friday after a week of early morning practices, boring lectures, and most devastatingly no Azzi.

 Okay, that might be a little dramatic.

Technically, Paige had seen Azzi, but it was just quick glances and light touches during drills. If they timed it right, Paige could steal a few quick kisses when everyone else left the locker room and text lots of non-super important texts, mostly Paige dramatically begging for attention, and Azzi always giving it to her.

                                Monday

P💗

GOOD MORNINGGGG

I LOVE YOUUU

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU AT PRACTICE

                                                      My PRINCESS💗

                                                           Morning baby.

                                                           I love you too.

                                                           See you later.

                                Wednesday 

P💗

Baby do u still love me????????

                                                      My PRINCESS💗

                                                                Yes, Paige.

                                  Friday 

P💗

P💗 sent 20 dollars

                                                      My PRINCESS💗

                 Why are you sending me money at 4 am?

P💗

Get urself that nasty green smoothie u like for some reason 

AND u should be sleeping rn Ma

I swear one week without me and u forgot how to function smh

                                                      My PRINCESS💗

1. Thank you paigey you didn’t need to do that.

2. You are actively also awake right now and 

3. You’re only sorta right about that.

P💗

Awwwwww 

U miss meeeee

So here they were finally able to spend some quality time together and Paige was free to do what she was made to do. 

Be in Azzi’s skin.

Like a 6’0 tall basketball player trying to curl into her 5’11 girlfriend’s lap like a golden retriever. Azzi's shirt pulled up so the blonde could rest her head on her abs. Azzi's fingers lightly massaged her hairline then carding through her hair.

Truly at peace. Paige gets a little too comfortable.

She makes a sound.

A mix of a groan, a moan, or something real close to a purr.

Neither of them even realize.

“ Oh my God, You’re literally a dog” Nika.

“Girl boo a few days without her owner and she can’t control herself,” KK says.

Sarah doesn’t say anything but hysterically laughs as she pulls out her phone to document the look of sheer horror of Paige’s face.

“Yo, somebody get a leash,” Ice says.

Paige groans in embarrassment trying to pull the blanket they were sharing higher up while burying herself under Azzi’s shirt trying to hide from her so-called sisters.

Unfortunately, this movement only causes the team to tease her even more.

Finally having enough Azzi rolled her eyes “Okay, Okay, leave her alone, you guys are so annoying sometimes”, there was no real bite to the statement but when Paige gripped her waist a little tighter Azzi’s face softened. “If you guys have a problem you can turn around and finish watching the movie”. She says rubbing her hands down the blonde’s back lightly scratching.

The teasing stopped after that.

Because while they might tease and joke about it, they knew that Azzi was Paige’s safe space. They should be used to this by now anyway.

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Have a good day

[smallestapplin]

I am resquesting headcanons for being Pharma’s newest obsession as his human pet. Maybe the obsession started after the reader comforts him when he’s sad despite being held captive by him.

*sigh* this is what I get for liking crazy

Warnings : mentions of dissection but nothing graphic, implied murder, Pharma himself is a warning, yandere

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* You are such a cute curious little thing he found, ah yes he just had to keep you. So small, you fit perfectly in the center of his servo, so cute with the fear in your tiny optics it makes him want to dissect you, take you apart, study you! Dragging a sharp digit across your cheek, he can’t help but coo at how soft you are and how easily your energon spills, yet it’s red? Interesting!

* Scared, you do your best to just survive the crazed mech’s antics, trying to stay alert, trying to hide or find ways out of this place, but he’s always right there to catch you. It’s difficult to remain strong, to not tremble in his hold, but you can’t. You can only hope someone will find you before he’s done terrorizing you.

* So why on such a day does he look so tired, so worn, so beaten down? He pays you know mind, just taking a cube of high grade and downing it. His masking slipping in that moment, showing a pitiful mech broken to his core. You feel so bad for him, you shouldn’t he’s a monster you know what he’s done, what he will continue to do, and what he plans for the future, you should loathe him and leave him to cry in his sorrows.

* You want to punch yourself for finding a way to his desk, no matter how unsafe. He still hasn’t looked at you, down his second thing of high grade with ease. Pharma blinks as a small cube bonks against his forearm, and with it is you slightly out of breath pushing it towards him.

“It’s not good to drink on an empty stomach, or, well, fuel tank in your case.” You smile up at him, but step back not quite fond of the stare he is giving you.

His optics wide as he takes in your words, his processors spiraling. Such a tiny little thing you are and yet you carried a cube bigger than you to him, just to make sure he was okay? You squeak as he picks you up, his engine purring with a smirk cuddling on his face.

Perhaps you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

* You are an interesting little thing! His darling, his sweet, nothing can take you from him now. Pharma’s engine purrs deeply anytime he spots you, his engine growing louder the closer he gets to you. Always picking you up and cooing sweetly at you, it scares you how he flips between the most romantic poetry, to nuzzling his face against you speaking of melding your bones to his metal to be one.

* Long gone are the days he’s torment you, now it’s nothing but overwhelming affection and protection, ‘patients’ whom manage to escape and find you don’t often live long and he’s upset he loses control! Now there is hardly a thing for him to take. But even covered in energon he goes to you with worry on his face plate, checking you over for any injuries and making sure you’re okay.

* Showing him such an ounce of empathy has made him hunger for more, hunger for you, his tiny little human! Such an adorable little thing you are, always getting his wings fluttering. You are smothered in nuzzles, kisses, and carried anywhere and everywhere, he even human proofs his medbay so you can get around and be with him easier!

* Such softness compared to him, so squishy, he’s addicted. Anytime you move anywhere by yourself or tell him you can do ir yourself, he is there hovering behind you, almost uncomfortably close not giving you an ounce of space. He needs to be near you at all times, he can’t function properly without you, for you are his adoring light, his spark is yours to hold.

* if anything you could compare his actions to you like a sweet (overbearing) loving(unhinged) husband returning home from work when he greets you, at your side in a moments notice.

[sammys-magical-au]

Some Togruta (mostly montrals & lekku) headcanons!!!

Montrals are hollow and bony, but lekku are all tissue/fat, so they’re ✨squishy✨

I actually feel that a Togruta’s lekku have about the same firmness as a ripe banana

The space between a Togruta’s montrals is about as sensitive as a human’s scalp, and lightly scratching/rubbing that area produces the same tingly ASMR effect as running your hands through your hair would - it’s specific to that particular spot tho, anywhere else and it just feels weird and annoying

The skin on a Togruta’s montrals/lekku is just a little bit velvety

Their montrals and lekku (lekku more than montrals) both retain a lot of heat and are very warm to the touch, but are designed to keep the brain and head from overheating

Touching another Togruta’s lekku or montrals when you aren’t part of their family/their partner/a close friend/ect is considered bad etiquette in most Togrutan cultures, it’s about as rude as touching another person’s breasts/butt without knowing them

The montrals are shaped by a hollow bone structure on the back of the skull which ends just above the cheekbones - this is where the lekku start

Montrals also have small holes near their pointed tips hidden just beneath a thin layer of skin, which is how Togrutas hear - sound funnels in the tips of the montrals and down into specialized ear canals which end near the temples

Since montrals (and lekku) are highly sensitive, they can also detect vibrations in the air or through the ground long before a human could - this could potentially be an adaption evolved to help predict earthquakes at a time when their home planet was more tectonically active

As well as detecting vibrations, the montrals can also create vibrations that sound similar to a cat purring. This is thanks to a special set of vocal-cord like tendons within the montrals that create this sound when air is pushed through them - it does take effort for a Togruta to “purr” and they can tire from it easily, but they may sometimes do it subconsciously without realizing

The velvety skin on a Togruta’s montrals sheds yearly, like the antlers of a deer. The montrals themselves never actually fall off, but the skin gradually does, like it would with a sunburn

The singlular lek that grows from the back of the head has special nerve endings that help with balance - this is why it has more of a fatty bulge near the end whereas the front lekku do not

Togrutas can’t blush, but the stripes on their montrals and lekku may turn darker if they are embarrassed/emotional, and in some instances the white markings on their faces can turn slightly pinkish

They have ✨FANGIES✨

Their eye sockets are a bit larger than a human’s, and they have better night vision - comparable to that of a cat’s.

The markings on a Togruta’s face can also be found on the arms, back, legs, and sometimes the stomach. Additionally, the markings tend to develop on the inside of the arms/legs

Most Togruta’s markings change as they grow - more complicated markings are typically a sign of maturity in the same way that slimming of the face is seen as a sign of maturity in adult humans

Additionally, the stripes on their lekku generally get slightly more complex with age

They have very thick eyelashes thought to have evolved to prevent irritants from getting into the eyes when hunting

Their eyes also function much like a cat’s, with the pupils dramatically dilating and contracting with heightened emotions/interest

They are a mainly carnivorous species - most widely-edible plants will cause nausea/indigestion/gas/discomfort in minor cases, but in extreme cases might even kill them

There’s an old myth that the tips of a Togruta’s montrals are erogenous zones, but in reality this varies based on individual. Some find being touched there sexy, some think it’s just weird, others prefer their lekku or the spot between their montrals to be touched - their preferences are as varied as humans’!

Togrutas are often scrawny and skinny when they’re young so they can outrun predators but bulk up immensely during puberty

They also grow much slower and for a much longer duration of their lives than humans, they can still get growth spurts in their late twenties or even early thirties

Their face markings and the stripes on their montrals/lekku originally evolved as a form of camouflage

They have a much wider vocal range than humans and can mimic a wide variety of sounds with practice

In addition to fangs, they also have rough-textured tongues for licking meat off bone. Their tongues are also forked and typically bluish in color

Their eyes reflect light in the dark, making them appear to glow if there’s a nearby light source

Bonus headcanon: Anakin once had Ahsoka chasing a spot of light reflecting off one of the clasps on his glove for a total of F I V E M I N U T E S before the Hunting Instinct wore off and she realized it wasn’t something she could catch. Mostly because Obi-Wan walked in and shouted at Anakin to stop because it’s rude to play with your Padawan like she’s a pet.

[sleepingdeath-light]

cat boy s/o hcs ; laios touden

requested by ; shadowsalone / pj simp anon (08/07/24)

fandom(s) ; dungeon meshi

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; laios touden

outline ; “dungeon meshi eh...?

General dating hcs and smut for Laios and perhaps a catboy!reader? 👀”

note ; first time writing for laios so this may be rather shaky in terms of his characterisation

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

being a person with nonhuman traits and dating laios touden is basically asking to have your biology and body language intensely studied and meticulously noted down — he’s mindful enough to not make a complete ass of himself and trample over your personal boundaries of course (you are his boyfriend and he does care about and respect you, after all), but sometimes he can’t help himself but bombard you with questions or just stare curiously at any visible feline features you have during the quieter moments of your journey

he has a whole separate notebook dedicated to the little things he finds out about you (dietary preferences and restrictions, body language tells, physical differences between you and a standard tallman like him, etc., etc.) — there are also some more personal notes in there too that are both flattering and adorable, but it’s mostly him making notes about your species while using you as his primary source of research

he thinks all of your non-human traits are absolutely adorable (even the ones that aren’t traditionally ‘cute’, like sharp teeth, cat-like eyes, and claws) and he is by no means afraid of letting you and anyone else in earshot know that

if your cat-like biology also impacts your diet then he and senshi will make sure that every meal you all eat as a group is completely safe for you to consume — it may take them a bit longer to gather and double check the available ingredients to make sure that you can actually ingest them without any side effects (there isn’t as much research done into what monsters are edible for felines as there is for other humanoids, much to his frustration), but it’s more than worth it in his eyes if it means getting to see your eyes light up as you enjoy his cooking and praise him for his efforts

if you’re comfortable with physical touch then you’ll rarely go more than a few hours without laios pulling you into his arms and holding you close: stroking your tail, playing with your hair, scratching behind your ears, squeezing the palms of your hands and watching in awe as your claws extend and retract in response, etc. — and this isn’t just something he does because he wants to cuddle with his boyfriend after a long day of fighting and eating monsters (physical touch may not be his main love language but he’s not completely opposed to it either), he also does it because being affectionate with you also happens to have the effect of completely calming him down and making him feel at ease and safe (yet another potential quirk of your feline side that he enjoys), which is something he hasn’t really felt since setting off on this journey to save his sister

and if you happen to purr like a cat? oh he won’t ever get enough of hearing that sound — and he will 100% try and test out the idea of that sound promoting healing in other creatures (it’s a good thing you love him, huh?)

90% of the time he’s able to keep his head on straight and doesn’t let his monster obsession get the better of him when he’s around you

… the other 10% of the time is another story

he’s rubbed the thin skin of your ears between his fingers while theorising about how much better your hearing must be than his (while he thought you were asleep, of course)

he’s combed his fingers through the soft fur of your tail, gently bending it to-and-fro as he quizzes you about its functionality and sensitivity

he’s woken you up in the middle of the night, his nose pressed gently against yours, so that he can watch your eyes adjust to the light, diligently writing about whatever it is he noticed

he’s walked by your side through floor after floor of the dungeon, showering you with questions about yourself and your kind that range from mortifying to endearing to expected — all asked as bluntly and excitedly as you’ve come to expect from your monster-obsessed s/o

he’s even offered you his hand to bite so that he can observe and experience the difference between your bite force and the marks you leave behind and his own — chilchuk and marcille both immediately spoke up to protest that particular experiment and insisted on you two keeping a sensible distance between yourselves from that point until your next rest

(naturally as soon as you all settled into your camp that night, when everyone else was distracted or already asleep, he brought it up to you again with just as much excitement and fascination as before — if not more)

he just… really finds you interesting, that’s all

[itztheebrybry]

GEN 1 CASSETTE HEADCANONS

WOW ALOT of people wanted this so I’m ecstatic to share my ideas.

Imma be putting them into categories due to how long this is. First off…

TRIVIA HEADCANONS!

Ravage will often scruff Rumble and Frenzy

Ravage will groom Rumble and Frenzy like kittens. They both don’t like it, but Rumble puts up the biggest fuss. Growling, barking and trying to bite. Ravage is not fazed.

Rumble barks and growls in his sleep. He tends to nap on Soundwave’s lap during meetings.

Rumble’s teething cycles were a nightmare. Nowadays he’ll steal and chew up stuff just to piss certain bots off.

Thundercracker has a soft spot for Rumble. Due to this, Rumble will listen to him about 50% of the time.

Rumble is an excellent tracker. It’s a common reason why he’s ejected from Soundwave, to track down certain signals.

Ravage is the bot who taught Rumble how to track. So she is called out less and gets more break time.

Rumble and Frenzy will bug Ravage constantly to play or wrestle. Rumble is the biggest one to plead for playtime. Mainly to Soundwave, Ravage, Thundercracker or his own brother.

Rumble will lie his favorite games are “for training purposes.” Like tug of war which the cybertronian name in my HC is “War Pull” for boosting his strength. And fetch which the cybertronian name in my HC is “Retrieve” for improving his reflexes.

Soundwave will feed all his cassettes on a schedule. It’s absolute chaos. Rumble is also a known food stealer. Once he’s finished with him and Frenzy’s shared food bowl of energon cubes. It’s not uncommon for Ravage to return to her food bowl to find Rumble sleeping by it empty.

Ravage is like the big sister to the cassettes, ESPECIALLY the twins. She can definitely get annoyed by their antics and treating her like a chew toy. But she’ll always go protective mode if they’re scared or in danger.

Rumble tends to copy his big sis Ravage. Like carrying his baby sis Ratbat when she’s in cassette form with his mouth (he learned this when Ravage did it with frenzy) giving small licks and purrs to Soundwave when he’s recovering, dragging enemies, etc. Soundwave finds the second thing odd.

Aaaand Frenzy will copy Rumble.

Rumble and Frenzy have the ability to shapeshift and camouflage into their surroundings. As it helps them as spy bots to get information.

AGE HEADCANONS

Ravage - Oldest sis. Everyone looks to her for opinions when Soundwave isn’t present. She’s annoyed/protective of her siblings 50% of the time.

Lazerbeak - Older bro. A lot less patient than Ravage when it comes to his siblings, besides Buzzsaw and RatBat. He’ll fly away if overwhelmed.

Buzzsaw - Middle bro. Has the patience of Ravage but the madness of Frenzy when it comes to battles.

Rumble - Second middle bro. Ankle biter, and SUPER protective of his two youngest siblings. He’ll go to Soundwave or Ravage when vulnerable.

Frenzy - Youngest bro. Ankle biter like his twin. He’s less of a biter, but more of a loud mouth. He likes being babied by Soundwave.

RatBat - Baby sis. Everyone is protective of her. She gets her screeches from Frenzy. She’s a bit shy, tends to hide in Lazerbeak’s wings.

( I know Soundwave has other cassettes but I’m going with the ogs-)

BOND HEADCANONS

-Ravage is closest to Rumble and Frenzy, just due to her dealing with them 24/7. She’s the most annoyed at them but is also the most protective. She doesn’t have any distaste for Lazerbeak, Buzzsaw or RatBat however.

-Lazerbeak admires Ravage as his big sis, but little sibling wise he’s most protective of RatBat and Buzzsaw. RatBat appreciates it, Buzzsaw not so much. He’s less protective of the twins due to the fact he knows most of the time, they fend alone.

-Buzzsaw admires Lazerbeak the most of his siblings, no surprise there. He’s got a bond with the twins due to their shared lust for destruction and victims to torment. Buzzsaw can get a little jealous of RatBat being cared for by Lazerbeak.

-Rumble’s bond is obviously closest to Frenzy. The two can’t function without each other. But he also heavily admires Ravage, even if he tends to annoy the slag out of her. If he’s bored or wore out, he’ll nap with her and smash anyone who makes fun of him. He enjoys Buzzsaw’s love for chaos and can be very protective of RatBat. Lazerbeak he’s more neutral with, you stay outta my way, I’ll stay outta yours.

-Similar to Rumble, Frenzy is most bonded with his twin. He admires Buzzsaw, and enjoys to give Ravage a hard time. Though if anything upsets him enough, he’ll go to her for comfort, if not his dad. He’s a daddy’s boy. Always wanting Soundwave’s attention. He don’t like Lazerbeak and can get jealous of RatBat due to her being the baby sibling.

-Last we got RatBat herself. RatBat don’t have it out for any of her older siblings. But she seeks Lazerbeak and Buzzsaw the most for protection. She finds Ravage and Frenzy a bit intimidating. She used to find Rumble scary until he showed more of a protective and “gentle” side.

Soundwave loves all his kids equally and I’m sticking with that.

Welp that’s all I got! If you made it this far, thank you for reading!

PLEASE REBLOG MY STUFF IF YOU ENJOY IT! 💕

[rippersz]

𝙲𝚊𝚝!𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜:

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These are my opinions! If you don’t agree, then add your own headcanons! The idea is taken from the mind of @masscared-star and their thoughts on feline Larissa Weems.

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Kitty Cat Larissa Weems is a white Turkish Angora feline. One of the fluffy ones with the thicker neck fur and ear tufts. Her tail widens toward the end and is very soft of course. Every part of her is soft.

Her teeth are very sharp. They’re still in human alignment, but the incisors and canines are obviously more cat-like. The premolars and molars, toward the back of her jaw, have more sharp edges. So she doesn’t hurt herself, her tongue rests in her mouth differently and has a very weird texture. It’s in between human, soft, and the feline, rougher and tougher.

Her pupils CAN turn into slits. Her ears CAN twitch and swivel and flatten. Her tail CAN swish swish swish. She also has a habit of stalking without realizing - walking with swinging hips and one foot in front of the other like that of a model.

She has PERFECT balance. Despite her height and stature, she will not fall. And if she does, she shall be graceful about it.

Heightened senses of course. She has an excellent sense of smell. Her eyes, however, function like a human’s. She can see all colors and has an innate sense of where things are so there’s no ‘bumping into things’ unless she’s somehow dizzy. BUT she CAN see in the dark. Built-in night vision. No hiding from her at night.

Ear scritches. Yes, ma’am. Scratch her behind the ears, be careful of her hair, and she will push into your hand without even thinking. It’s very comforting for her and sends lovely little shivers down her spine. Same with the base of her tail. She won’t respond in the same… interesting manner as a cat’s, but she will let her tail curl around your wrist or your waist. She has a lot of control over it.

PURRING. PURRRRINGGG SOMETHING IS PURRINNNGGG AND IT’S LARISSA WEEMS LMAO. She will purr whenever she is content. Head on your lap while reading. Eating a lovely little meal with you in deep candlelight. She keeps it low and soft when she’s in public, happy and proud of her staff and students, but otherwise lets herself purr as loudly as she wants when with you. - Larissa also has the ability to let out little ‘mrrow!’ chirping kitty sounds when she’s excited. If you show up with lunch for her one day and she’s not expecting you, she’ll perk up and the sound will leave her chest without any restraint. She will be embarrassed about it. You will laugh and she will be embarrassed and then when you give her a little kiss, she will purposefully nick your lip and you will go ow!! and she will go 'Gotcha.'

Showering…. hissss….. She loves showers so much, she does, because they are warm and she likes warmth, but they are also annoying. The pitter patter on her ears can irritate her, so she indulges in baths more. It gives her control over the touches on her ears and she actually enjoys grooming the parts of her that are feline. Although, if you headcanon that she has a proper cat form, she will not like water as much.

Her nails are sharp. She can’t help it. They’re painted red, yes, and they can be sheathed and unsheathed (like Enid’s, yes), but she tries to be gentle with them. When she’s angry or frightened, they shoot out - so just be careful.

Her precious soft ears are pierced, near the base by her head on the outsides, but those areas are sensitive. Not sensitive like ooooo but sensitive like ow please don’t squeeze there. She mainly wears pearls in those spots, because she likes the sparkle, but little golden hoops make the occasional appearance as well. - She does not like bows or things being placed around her ears though. Chances are she will not like extra accessories there. And she DOES NOT APPRECIATE YOU TRYING TO TURN THEM INSIDE OUT BECAUSE IT LOOKS FUNNY. You did it once and you have the nicks on your hands to show it. Worth the laugh though.

She hisses beneath her breath when irritated. A popping sort of hiss that rumbles from her throat and is often heard in the quiet of her office.

She’s quick. Crazy quick. It seems impossible but it isn’t.

LOUNGING. BASKING IN THE SUN. LOUNGING AND BASKING. MMMM SUNLIGHT. She will lay across her chaise and she will soak in the rays through the windows and she will turn around in her desk chair and just sit there until she nearly falls asleep. No, it’s not very productive, but if she doesn’t get her daily sunlight, she will be a little bit down. If you find her taking a midday rest on the weekend, full body facing the sun that filters through onto the bed, no you don’t. Don’t disturb her. Leave her be, purring away happily.

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:3 - Rip x

[rottkitt]

this was originally a shitpost but ykw? paco headcanon and interaction dump. mostly season 1… paco warning obviously scroll if uncomfy

paco but it’s just pickle getting cuteness aggression and squeezing taco’s face because he physically can’t take how fucking adorable she is.

i like to imagine he cups her cheeks and just affectionately bullies her like she’s a fat kitten.

“do you know you exist? you don’t. you’re dumb. you’re so stupid— no thoughts, the only thing in your head is lemons. why are you like this. little dum dum idiot i hate it die die die i love you” and taco’s just like “ooohhhhhh my goddddd he’s touching my faasccceedee,,,,,iioihhhhhmy god” like the dumb bisexual she is.

he rubs her cheeks with his thumbs and kisses all over her face and shes just dying. she dies. like she actually stops functioning because she cant handle the affection…

they sleep next to each other. it gets really cold at night and they’re both practically cold blooded so they have to cuddle up just to stay warm.

pickle’s the only person taco will sit that close to, he makes her feel safe and loved which means he’s automatically touch safe in her eyes

more of an au than a headcanon, but very covert system pickle X very obvious system taco… he’s spaceheaded and dissociated unless he’s with taco because she unkowingly helps him keep his identity grounded (perfect for angst)

they can both purr… and they’re the only ones that know except for mic and knife who discovered it unintentionally

if they were bugs taco would be a spider, most likely a brown recluse or black widow, and pickle would be a leaf bug. no questions asked

pickle has a box of art and projects taco made in season 1. when he “spitefully” gives it back to her post-finale there’s verg obviously several drawings missing (he kept them)

taco finds pickle’s voice very soothing. in season 1 when she woke up from nightmares he’d lull her back to sleep by rambling about random stuff, and in post-finale she just gets really sleepy when she’s around him and he’s talking a lot

pickle holding taco’s arms and mindlessly running his fingers over any scars……. taco letting pickle touch the slight scar left on her face post-finale because she trusts him.. ough…

taco sits upside down in chairs a lot, and pickle unintentionally picking up that habit. he plays games upside down

pickle sometimes wakes up confused why taco isn’t next to him then remembers.

cat taco and bunny pickle. no questions.

(cw suggestive) taco’s favorite candy flavor is, unfortunately, green apple. and she really likes lollipops. she can’t eat any around pickle because of it

pickle has to carry taco around in season 1 if she just woke up because she’s too tired to do anything

pickle accidentally falling asleep and slumping over onto taco’s shoulder (or lap) and wrapping his arms around her on the couch of hotel oj and taco just being like “oohhhh.. hes gonna kill me when he wakes up but i cant walk away because hes clinging onto meee…” (taco plays with his hair while he sleeps) (mic has photos and bullies taco with it)

they LOVE messing with each other’s hair

they’re both sleepy little thangs…

taco’s chubbier in season 1 but definitely loses more weight than healthy and pickle just stares at her sometimes thinking “i wish i didn’t hate you so i could help you heal.”

taco’s scared of being around or interacting with pickle after watching him literally die and almost not come back

taco can’t drink coffee because it makes her cough a lot and get sick, but she lurks around the coffee table anyways because pickle can’t live without caffiene and she’s trying to get used to existing around him again

pickle used to call taco “my angel” in french. he still cringes any time he hears someone use angel as a nickname or petname

okay i think that’s it for now…. you should totally reblog with your own paco headcanons…… /nf

@loveableliquid ykw here im tagging you come get your food you paco loving FREAK /sil

[eachuisge-cc]

Catsim Lore Thing

Because a few people have asked and that's all the excuse I need to unleash my highly specific brand of neurodivergence on you all. A lot of the non-world-related stuff is lifted/tweaked from my much more in depth cathar headcanon masterpost that I made over on my other blog, because I've been developing those a lot longer and I'm fairly consistent in how I like to operate when it comes to fantasy cat people.

Obviously this is just things I've made up for my own save and what I have in mind when I make cc for them, and nobody else has to care about it. It's just for fun. If you don't like my take on them then forget you ever saw this and do whatever you want. There's no wrong way to use the feline cc well, except reuploading it or paywalling content you've made with it. that is the wrong way to use it.

But I love this shit so you're gonna hear about it anyway.

If you want to make your own or plop some into your world, CC and premade cat townies can be found here.

Biology

They’re not cat/human hybrids or some kind of magical experiment, they’re taxonomically just cats. More specifically they’re a species of felid that evolved to fill an ecological niche usually occupied by hominids the same way hyenas are felids that fill a niche usually occupied by canids. Form followed function and now there’s sapient cat people.

Consequently, like most felids, they have five digits on their forelimbs/arms and four on their hind limbs/legs. Their claws are not retractable because evolution sacrificed that for the extra dexterity of two finger joints and better balance while walking upright.

Their coat genetics work very similarly to domestic cats but with a few curveballs and genes unique to them. Some genes crop up more commonly in particular regions with extremely obvious/predictable distribution, so you'll see a lot of colorpoints in Mt Komorebi, a lot of tiger striped agouti in Tomorang, and a lot of bengal agouti and solids in Evergreen. How did this happen without deliberate color breeding? Don't worry about it they're pretty.

They slot more cleanly into felinae than panthera and can purr but not roar. They don’t meow because talking technically is their meow. Closest relatives would probably be cheetahs or other small wildcats.

They’re more omnivorous than most felines and benefit from eating a fruit now and then but they do still primarily eat meat and can’t subsist on a vegetarian diet. because they’re more omnivorous, most of them can taste sweetness. 

They can’t naturally interbreed with humans or anything else besides Sixam aliens, but I mean it’s the sims and science babies are a thing so in practice it’s probably doable. The tech probably originates from the aliens.

(sidenote, I view Sixam aliens as kind of the citrus trees of kingdom animalia. in that they’ll get down with anything that passes the harkness test and can produce viable hybrid offspring with a staggering number of other species, and are generally kind of biological chameleons)

They mostly don’t find it weird that people keep domestic cats as pets for the same reason humans mostly don’t find it weird that people keep monkeys as pets. I mean, don’t keep a monkey as a pet, but you see what I’m saying. if there was a species of domesticated monkey it would be fine. 

They’re naturally predisposed toward magic and have a higher than average percentage of spellcasters among them. they aren’t more gifted at magic than other species, on average, there are just a lot of them that have some aptitude. 

They don’t have a ton of sexual dimorphism, both males and females can range from very small/slight to very tall/bulky and anywhere in between. 

The main difference is that males generally have much fuller/longer manes (it’s more common to keep them long in Evergreen Harbor, but in other regions they often cut/style them shorter according to broader fashion trends) and females generally grow them much shorter and sometimes don’t have one at all.

They don't have eyebrows. Because there's already fur there.

NSFW Biology

They have very small breasts on average unless actively pregnant/nursing and if the game supported it better, they wouldn’t have them at all most of the time. Because I’m tired of slapping boobs on every humanoid species even when it makes no real sense to do so. You really just don’t see cat people walking around with humungous dobonhonkeros and they don’t sexualize them in the same way some human cultures do.

Their dicks aren’t barbed because Ow, but they do have vestigial non-keratinous bumps that make them look like they are. While they do have a sheath rather than a foreskin they don’t actually retract into it by more than a couple inches when soft. 

Social

As a species they’re very predisposed toward polyamory and less inclined to marry or stay with one partner their entire lives, as with most cats. Their family structures tend to be less fixed and more convoluted than the traditional human idea of a nuclear family as a result, with most kittens being raised communally by varied combinations of partents/aunts and uncles/friends. this makes them somewhat frustrating to manage within the framework of sims 4 gameplay. 

They’re promiscuous by human standards and have fewer hangups about nudity. As a consequence they tend to be fetishized/perceived a certain way by other species. Some find this deeply frustrating and some just kinda shrug and lean into it. Or utilize it to make a killing as escorts/cam models because hey the market is there. 

Look, the fact that I regularly make content for wickedwhims should tell you what my priorities are, in any given save of mine San Myshuno is a den of cyberpunk debauchery and everybody's fucking like maniacs. There's some porn logic going on here.

Relationship to the world

They aren’t really native to whatever plane of existence the sims world is in. Originally their species came from another world and entered the one they inhabit now via the magic realm. The population that immigrated was later cut off from their world of origin (or the world itself may have fallen to some sort of calamity, they have no way of knowing at this point) but were able to integrate into their new home pretty successfully. That was many generations ago and the kind of thing the current population reads about in history books, and has absolutely no bearing on anything. but for some reason I needed to know this. and now all of you have to know this. 

They have, however, always been seen as outsiders by the human population and the mindset has persisted to varying degrees throughout history, even though nobody alive today would possibly remember a time when they weren’t around. 

Because of this history, they’re well known for moving into abandoned places and/or ghost towns formerly occupied by humans and making them their own, the most recent example being Evergreen Harbor, which currently has by far the largest population of cat people relative to other species. They’re largely self-governed due to the nature of the place (though they do put in the effort to actually govern themselves, this isn’t a New Hampshire bear town situation) and their work in restoring the area has begun to attract environmental scientists and activists of other species to the town.

Cat people are also a common sight in San Myshuno, where they’re often associated with sex work and the entertainment industry overall. The same is true in Del Sol, though there aren’t nearly as many of them there, and the same reputation tends to follow them to varying degrees anywhere that they aren’t the majority population. To be fair, at least in San Myshuno the reputation isn’t really unwarranted. 

[suzukiblu]

For WIP Wednesday, either weird kryptonian bonding or the wet nurse omegaverse

“Superman,” Lois says, eyeing him warily as she accepts the sandwich. “You still haven’t explained why you’re calling . . . Superboy your kid.” 

“Because he’s my kid,” Clark repeats, puzzled again. 

“. . . think this is an alien thing?” Jimmy asks thoughtfully, glancing sidelong at Lois, who for some reason looks increasingly concerned. “Like, a ‘like recognizes like’ or maybe some sort of weird psychic bond or genetic instinct?” 

“Oh god, Clark has a kid,” Lois says, putting her hands on her face sandwich and all and looking less and less concerned and more and more panicked. “Clark has a baby! A kid who’s a baby! And also a teenager! I can’t be a dad, my dad is the worst, what kind of dad would I be?!” 

“The ‘mom’ kind?” Jimmy suggests, but Lois clearly isn’t listening. 

“I’m a terrible dad!” she says despairingly, gesturing frantically at Superboy with her sandwich and nearly dropping it. Clark just keeps an eye out and figures he’ll just catch it if she does. “I don’t know how to dad! And how am I gonna afford to send you to college?! I should’ve had eighteen years to get you a college fund!” 

Clark really does love her, he reflects contentedly. 

“You wanna be my dad too?” Superboy asks, tilting his head and blinking at her, and Lois balks.

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“Er,” Travers says. “I’m . . . sure, yes. Ah . . . if you could just sign here, please, Omega Lane. And initial here.” 

She pulls out a pen; points to a few different places for Clark to sign. Clark glances over at Lor and Jon both melted into functional liquids on top of Carl while he purrs at and pets them, and then lets out a quiet exhalation. A flicker of something painful crosses his face as he does. 

Bruce is an alpha, obviously, and therefore can’t imagine what it feels like to be an omega who can’t nurse their own pups no matter how desperately they need it. Can’t imagine what it feels like when one of those pups is young enough to need milk enough that they’re starving without it, but he can't provide it for them. Can't give them what they're asking him for. 

What Lor's been calling and pleading for.

[cyberrat]

93rd Batch Of Fics: 9th Fill

Valentino/Angel – Part 2/4 – messy; sloppy; drugs; alcohol; toxic relationship – Angel loves him so much. He hates it.

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Valentino has pulled his fingers out of Angel and he hates how much his body immediately craves the connection. His mouth feels too dry so Valentino takes care of it by kissing him, tongue long and dripping with pheromone laced saliva.

He’s pulled into Valentino’s lap, the other’s cock as eager and agile as his tongue, pressing up against Angel’s belly and slithering through the soft, plush fur there to smear it with the unending secretions that it produces.

Everything about Valentino is addicting. His soft, fine fur covering his hard, perfect muscles; his long tongue and cock, slippery and silky with saliva and pre-cum. Making the glide of everything so easy and wonderfully perfect.

Making Angel forget time and time again that it is actually a goddamn bitch to take the entirety of any of them because the beginning is always so easy and soft and then it suddenly ramps up; it gets longer and longer and thicker and thicker and most of the time he is absolutely certain that Valentino can touch his tongue and dick together inside Angel’s middle.

He hates so much how good Val feels. How absolutely right and completely perfect for him that he gets himself into a mood and bites down on the other’s tongue as it starts to push into the back of his throat.

Valentino pauses, then slowly slithers his tongue out of Angel’s mouth, a lilting chuckle accompanying the motion. His cock has paused its slithering against Angel’s belly and is instead curling around his fucking hip like it’s the damn tail of a damn cat.

“Mmhhh… getting down, amorcito? Want me to get you something to get you back up high?”

Angel squirms. Yeah, his blood is working fast through whatever drugs he can push into it, and now that Valentino said it, he can tell that the initial buzz that has been pushing him along for the first half of the night is starting to fizzle out.

He squirms harder but not enough to dislodge all of Valentino’s grasping arms.

“I wanna go.”

“So fast? You just got here.” Valentino looks so damn amused. His eyes are narrowed playfully and his tongue keeps touching Angel’s throat and chin like he just can’t help himself. Like he has to constantly taste Angel and mark him one way or another.

The thought has the itch in his belly flame up anew, wild and hungry. He hisses like an angry cat and jerks downward, mashing their mouths together, fingers digging rudely into the thick, luxurious collar of fur around Valentino’s neck.

Valentino laughs, apparently unbothered by Angel’s aggression. He even lets him get away with it for now, leaning back against the mountain of pillows, tilting his chin invitingly and letting Angel be on top, if just for the moment.

Just to make that feral beast that lives inside Angel’s chest feel like it has the upper hand before he mercilessly forces him back into reality and who really has the cards in hand.

Who is pulling the strings.

The collar and chain materialize around Angel’s throat but he only realizes as much when he is pulled back hard enough to make him choke.

Valentino is laughing at him without any shame, his hands catching Angel’s jerky arms and gathering them together behind his back. Angel whines and squirms, his teeth grit and his cunt pulses with need. He knows he’s being a contrary bitch. Wanting to gauge Valentino’s eyes out as much as he wants him to ram his cock deep enough that he can taste it-

But he can’t help it. He can’t help it and it’s not the drugs running rampant through his system that make him like this. It’s just his modus operandi whenever Valentino is involved. Something about him makes his higher brain functions disconnect.

“Angelcakes. Stop being a dumb bitch and calm the fuck down. I sent my girls away for you; does that not count for anything?” Valentino’s cheery voice suddenly drops into a threatening, throaty purr as he pulls on Angel’s arms until all four shoulders start to ache and he makes him bow his back in a spine-breaking angle. He leans in low. “You came to me, sweetheart.”

Angel stops struggling, the gaze of his heavy lidded eyes stuck to the ceiling. There’s a delicious buzz just thrumming through his whole system. His insides are hot goo, his pussy feels wrecked and swollen and in need of even more of a fuck. A good one this time. One Valentino can deliver.

He wants to insult him just to see what it will bring, but he can’t make himself say it. All that comes out is a pathetic, high-pitched: “Please.”

Valentino pauses, maw opened around Angel’s skinny neck, just millimeters from digging his sharp teeth in like the predator that he is. He slowly pulls back again, hovering above Angel’s face, peering down at him with interest. He turns his head a little this way and that; looks at Angel from all sides just to make sure he catches every minute detail of his expression.

“What was that?” he asks softly, the venom gone out of his voice for the moment.

Angel closes his eyes, face twisting just like his hips are, rubbing the plump mound of his cunt against the base of Valentino’s cock. When he feels the heat of it radiating against his clit, that itch in his belly returns tenfold, clawing up through his body and making his fur fluff up dramatically.

“Please!” he all but sobs. It breaks out of him unbidden. “Please, please, I need ya cock so badly- f-fuck, I need, I need-”

He feels Valentino’s cock squeezing tight and affectionate around his waist before it uncurls itself from him and slithers up his belly, getting his fur mat with slick in a way that Angel usually loathes because it takes hours of meticulous care to get everything back nice and fluffy and wonderful.

This time he leans into it, struggling against Valentino’s lax grip on his arms and pulling them free to wrap them all around the other demon. “Please, I need ya.”

Valentino stares at him, his eyes so wide and pretty like that; not a huge grin stretching his face but his mouth all but hidden in his fine fur. He looks like an alien, inquisitive and sweet as he grasps Angel underneath all his arms and lifts him slowly up, cock slithering against his inner thigh.

He curses softly, and then whispers: “The Hell are they doing to you in that hotel, Angelito?”

Nothing. Nothing. They’re doing nothing to him and that might be the problem. He’s fucked up; damaged goods; a fucking whore constantly high on some shit and he needs what Valentino is giving him. He needs the push and pull, the feeling of being absolutely gutted because he loves him so much but gets treated like gutter trash most of the time.

He needs Val. Needs him needs him needs him and he hates that about himself more than any of the other things. Valentino is still holding him up like a puppet, looking at him with that devastatingly beautiful face, expression curious and downright innocent as he cocks his head and starts to slowly lower Angel onto his cock until he sees stars.

[seiya-starsniper]

Oh I will happily send you prompt requests! Lol.

From the smutty fic prompt list:

15. Corintheus.

Good luck getting to 200k before the end of the year!!

15. A tries to get B jealous as a part of their flirting game. B snaps way harder then A predicted.

OH I LOVE THIS VERY VERY MUCH. I have already written something like this with Dream snapping with jealous rage so I'm going to reverse it this time, as a treat to myself :3 Enjoy this little slice of birthday cake from me to you 💖🍰

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Jealousy is one of humanity’s ugliest emotions. Dream is well aware of this fact, having carried the collective jealousies of all of humanity for billions of years. It is an illogical, hungry, and all-consuming feeling, born of insecurity and envy for things one does not have. Dream has felt jealousy many times in his long-lived existence, and has crafted many a nightmare utilizing the emotion to serve as dark lessons for the collective unconsciousness.

In this exact moment, however, Dream finds himself unexpectedly endeared by the ugliness of jealousy. It is suddenly a stunning emotion, brilliant in its pettiness and sharp edges, authentic in a way most other emotions cannot hope to emulate. In this moment, it is almost beautiful in its ugliness. 

It is especially beautiful, he thinks, because the emotion is reflected so perfectly in the Corinthian’s face. 

“You are unhappy with my new nightmare then, Corinthian?” he asks, gesturing to his newest creation. The nightmare in front of them is quite similar to the Corinthian; he is tall, handsome and well dressed, but he also wrong. There are green eyes where the ocular mouths would be, dark brown hair instead of blond. They share the same mean smile though, and Dream can easily feel how much the Corinthian hates him.

The Corinthian growls in response to Dream’s inquiry, and then he lunges at the Endless with his dagger.

“Why,” the Corinthian swings just an inch short of Dream’s neck, “does he,” he swings again, and then time Dream lets him cut off just the tiniest bit of hair, “look like me!!” the Corinthian practically screams. Dream only rumbles a laugh in reply, and the nightmare roars before he tries to stab the Endless again.

Dream catches the Corinthian by the wrist and squeezes him hard, forcing the nightmare to drop the blade. 

“Why does he have eyes,” the Nightmare demands as he flails uselessly to try to get out of Dream's grip. 

“You should be the one to tell me, little nightmare,” Dream replies, his tone sharp. “This nightmare is a different type of dark mirror for humanity and if you only—”

“No!” the Corinthian yells, interrupting Dream mid-sentence and resorting now to kicks and punches. “You can’t make another Corinthian, I won’t let you!” 

Dream laughs again, which seems to only make the Corinthian angrier. He starts swinging wildly again, but this time, instead of Dream, the blond tries to kick his legs out to destroy the newly created nightmare, but he is just barely out of reach. Dream sighs, exasperated, before he tosses the Corinthian to the other side of the Shores of Creation. He hides the new nightmare before the blond can cross the sands back to where he is standing.

When the Corinthian reaches Dream, covered in sand and without his signature lenses, he is shaking with fury and indignation, his ocular mouths clenched and hissing loudly. 

“What the hell are you playing at Dream?” the Corinthian demands. Dream only shrugs and then he unveils the nightmare from its hiding place, this time revealing its true for to the Arcana. It looks nothing like it did before; instead, the creature is a writhing mess of thorny vines, seemingly all at odds with one another, as if competing to see which appendage would triumph over the others.

“His name is Zephyr,” Dream purrs, pressing his forehead to the newly created dream before he sends it off into its new function. It disappears into the Dreaming in a howl of unending hunger, desperate to devour all that it does not have. “And he is a manifestation of every insecurity, every inadequacy a creature feels in itself.”

Dream turns his gaze back to the Corinthian, who is now wearing a look of dawning horror as he realizes exactly why the nightmare had looked the way it did before.   

“Thank you for helping demonstrating just how potent he will be,” Dream continues, his smile just the slightest bit mean. It has the intended effect. The Corinthian comes at Dream with his second dagger in hand.  

“You tricked me!” he howls, this time lunging for the space where Dream’s heart would be were he human. Dream merely raises an eyebrow as he easily dodges the nightmare’s attempts. 

“Did I, Corinthian?” Dream asks, amusement clear in his tone. “You know full well that I am not to be disturbed when I am creating.”

“You!” the Corinthian exclaims, starting to lunge for Dream again, but then he stops, a new realization coming to him suddenly. “You knew I would come see you. You knew I didn’t follow that rule.”

Dream hums. “You were never good at following directions, Corinthian,” he replies, not even attempting to hide the smugness in his voice. 

The Corinthian lunges for him again, this time without the knife. Dream lets the nightmare tackle him into the sand, laughing the entire time. 

Yes, he thinks. Jealousy is a lovely look on the Corinthian, especially now that the nightmare knows that Dream had goaded him on purpose. Knows that Dream had preyed upon his insecurities with intent. And still, his singular goal remains to claim Dream as his own. Once again, the Corinthian has outperformed Dream’s expectations of him.

Dream pulls the Corinthian into a rough kiss, and even that is sweeter than normal. The Corinthian had always been a possessive creature, but his posessiveness had always come with a sense of self assurance, a certain smugness that no matter what, he was always going to be a favorite. Dream had condoned that attitude for far too long. It had been endearing early on, but it made the Corinthian arrogant, made him believe that he was above the other dreams and nightmares. Dream needed to remind him of his place.

“Mine,” the Corinthian growls, biting along the column of Dream’s throat. 

“You cannot stop me from creating other dreams and nightmares, Corinthian,” Dream moans as the blond reaches beneath his robe to grip at his cock. He squeezes him hard, then starts pumping at a brutal pace that leaves Dream panting and clawing at the Corinthian’s back. Their clothes vanish into the sands of the Shore, and as soon as the Corinthian notices this, he takes both of them in hands and grinds their hips together.

“I’ll kill all of them,” the Corinthian groans as he increases the pace of his strokes. “Starting with that new one.”

“Mmmm,” Dream murmurs, right before he bites down on the Corinthian’s shoulder. “I look forward to watching you try.”

[workingforitallthetime]

lmao i said rule 63 bc line didn't interest me and then @ooohordie said "what if they were con artists?" and now i'm obsessed. 1.5k, nsfw.

Will practically tiptoes in the door of their room, strappy sandals dangling from her hand. It’s almost as if she doesn’t expect Ryan to be waiting up, sitting in the chair by the window for so long that he didn’t notice when the last of the sunset light disappeared.

“How was your evening?” In the dark, he can’t tell if Will startles at the question.

If she does, her voice doesn’t reveal it. “It was nice.” She kneels by her open suitcase to tuck her shoes inside. “There were oysters.” They don’t scatter their things around a hotel room. Sometimes they have to leave in a hurry. “A whole tower of them.”

Ryan pictures Will and Gabe at a cafe on the edge of the water, the lake lapping gently at the shore while the sun sets over the Italian hills that surround them. Will looking up at him from under her eyelashes, Gabe entranced. Probably in a linen shirt that someone else picked out for him. Some kind of nice fish on broad plates in front of them, cooked in butter. Maybe an expensive white wine. Ryan’s stomach growls.

Will twists the switch on the antique lamp next to the dressing table. The light through the milky glass shade turns the corner of the room golden. It doesn’t reach all the way to the high ceiling, or over to where Ryan’s sitting. It’s still dark enough by the window to see the view without a glare from the cavernous room. Tiny lights wink in the distance as the boats on the lake sway gently, anchored for the night. 

Will arranges herself on the fussy little cushioned stool in front of the dressing table. In front of the oval mirror, she tilts her head one way and then the other as she takes out her earrings. The mirror is flecked with age, intended for status rather than function, like the other antiques that fill the room.

Ryan crosses the room. Before Will can lift her hands, he unhooks the clasp of her necklace and lets the strand of pearls slither down into her lap. Will catches the necklace and adds it to the little black velvet bag with the matching earrings. She’s had the pearls since before Ryan met her. Probably a gift, somewhere along the way. A useful one. Pearls give a certain assurance of class.

Will removes the hairpins from her french twist one by one, dropping them onto the dressing table. Ryan rests his hands on her bare shoulders. “How was Gabe?”

The mirror reflects a considering expression on Will’s face. “He’s sweet.” She pulls one last hairpin and her hair tumbles over Ryan’s hands.

“I mean,” Ryan says. He sweeps Will’s hair to one side and takes the zipper pull at the back of her dress between his thumb and fingertip. He repeats himself, more weighted this time. “How was Gabe?”

Will tips her chin up to meet his gaze in the mirror. A smile plays over her lips. “Such an overprotective brother.” 

“Sister dear,” Ryan purrs as he pulls the zipper down slowly. “I’m just looking out for you.” As the zipper opens, the bodice of the dress slumps downward, exposing the tops of Will’s breasts.

Will’s black dress has served them well. An investment, once when they were flush. The expensive fabric can go to any party, any dinner, stunning without being memorable. If Will wants to be looked at, men remember the way the dress clings to her willowy figure. If she doesn’t, she’s got a knack for fading into the background, just another girl in a little black dress. In a pinch, she can pass as the help.

Not tonight. Tonight Will intended to be looked at, and Ryan’s certain that Gabe obliged. Just like Gabe looked at her sunning herself on the deck of the Perreault family yacht, the strings of her bikini untied to preserve the uninterrupted plane of tanned skin from her neck to her waist, and asked her to dinner.

Meanwhile, Ryan was ingratiating himself to Gabe’s father. They talked about golf and boxing and the family shipping business as the lines snapped and the breeze off the water ruffled their hair. It wasn’t difficult. It never is. Men like Yanic like their sons to have friends like Ryan. It reassures them that their pampered little rich boys aren’t soft.

Nobody ever mistakes Ryan for soft. But often they mistake him for rich.

Will stands, letting the dress pool around her feet. Ryan runs a finger over the knobs of her spine down to the triangle of lace at the back of her thong. It’s one of her only expensive pieces of lingerie. Saved for occasions like this one, nights when she has to look the part all the way down to her skin.

Will flicks the dress off one foot, leaving it in a heap to the side. It will survive. It always does, just like them. She turns to face Ryan, wearing nothing but her high-class panties, lace curling toward her hipbones.

Once a billionaire in a golf foursome Ryan had charmed his way into told him that a woman’s breasts should fit into a champagne glass. He might as well have been describing Will. Ryan thinks of it every time he sips a cocktail from a perfect little coupe.

Will perches on the edge of the dressing table, teasing. “What do you want to know?”

“Did you fuck him?” Ryan kicks the stool out of the way and steps between her legs. 

“Of course I did.” Will rolls her eyes. She tugs the hem of Ryan’s undershirt out of his trousers and slips her hands underneath, running her palms up his chest. 

Ryan lets her strip the undershirt over his head. “Was he good?”

“Hmmm.” Will touches his shoulder, walking her fingers from freckle to freckle. Ryan’s freckles are the reason they always pick a vaguely Irish last name. Will probably doesn’t have an Irish bone in her body, but people are always ready to believe that a doe-eyed girl like her is a nice Irish lassie. “He was…” Will's eyes cut to the side, considering and rejecting ways to end the sentence. “...Inexperienced,” she concludes. She giggles. “I think his hands were shaking.”

Ryan cups a hand around her breast. “Did he like these?”

“Seemed to like the taste.” Will’s lips twist in a half-laugh. “Spent enough time with them in his mouth.”

Ryan frames her chest with a thumb and forefinger. “He didn’t even leave a mark?” It’s disappointing. Will’s perfect tits always look better with the evidence of Ryan’s teeth imprinted there. What a waste for Gabe to fuck Will and not even leave behind a bruise for Ryan to press on.

“I told you he was sweet.” She twists a hand in Ryan’s hair as he bends to put his mouth to her breast.

He scrapes his teeth over her nipple, and Will gasps. “No marks.”

“I know.” Ryan sucks a kiss against her skin, stopping before the pressure of his mouth bruises.

He hooks a finger into the lacy string over her hip instead. Will props her hands on the tabletop behind her and arches up so he can slip the underwear down her thighs. Ryan handles the delicate lace with care even though he wants to rip and pull, let the strings dig into Will’s skin until they snap. Someday they’ll have money to burn and he’ll be able to ruin her fancy lingerie, sink his teeth into her, fuck her in a bed that they’re not going to get kicked out of as soon as somebody realizes they’re not paying.

That’s incentive enough to keep Will’s smooth skin and her fanciest underwear pristine for Gabe.

Will opens her legs to him and Ryan slides a finger between them. “Were you this wet for him?”

“That’s for family only.” Will’s laugh stutters into a moan as Ryan presses the heel of his hand against her clit. She tips her head back. The tanned column of her throat accentuates the long line down her breastbone, over her flat stomach, all the way to where Ryan’s working his fingers inside her. 

“That’s right.” Ryan yanks open his belt one-handed and shoves down his trousers. He takes Will by the hips. She cries out when he thrusts into her, and then reaches for him, wrapping her legs around his waist and crooking an arm around his neck.

Ryan kisses her roughly, his tongue scouring any taste of Gabe out of her mouth. He presses his forehead against Will’s. “I’m being so nice to Gabe,” he murmurs, punctuating nice with a snap of his hips. “Letting him fuck my little sister.”

Will’s body tightens around him, inside and out. “Such a generous brother.” She ducks her head and her sharp little teeth sting his neck. The mirror rattles in its frame and the hairpins scatter across the dressing table as Ryan fucks her harder, deeper, better than Gabe ever will. Her fingernails dig into his back as her voice goes high and breathless against his ear. “Best brother I’ve ever had.”

[the-graves-family]

No. 26: Breakfast Table 

If he can say anything nice about Aaron, at least, is that he can cook.

No one is happy with the current arrangement. Ideally, Adrian would stay at their family’s cabin whenever he visits, but it hadn’t worked out this time, with the hunting season and the renovations. So, Aaron’s couch.

The twins live close enough to visit easily, but far enough away that they can do their own thing without being bothered. Which is why, Adrian supposes, Aaron chose this house. Middle of nowhere, yet close enough to a town that his brother can go party or something. Whatever he does when he’s not being extremely unpleasant to everyone around him.

Adrian is not a morning person. He needs two cups of coffee before he’s even remotely functional, and he usually only deigns to get out of bed before noon when he’s on a job. Thankfully, this meant that for the past couple of days, he hasn’t had to interact much with his youngest brother. Luck’s always meant to run out, though, because today is one of Aaron’s days off, and the man gets up roughly at the same time as he does.

And, of course, there’s Ace.

Ever since laying eyes on him that first night, the older twin has not made any effort to come out of his room. He doesn’t answer the door, and the few times Adrian’s managed to catch him out, he’s thoroughly ignored. It stings a little, but it’s been like this for about five years.

So, due to some kind of fucked up joke on the universe's part, all three brothers are in the kitchen, having breakfast.

Adrian stares down at his coffee mug like it's the single most interesting thing in the room, right after the pancakes on his plate, pretending he can’t feel Ace's glare on him. Aaron's the only one who doesn't seem bothered at all, leaning back in his chair after waiting a probably worrying amount of pancakes, with a self-satisfied smirk. So, his default expression. Insufferable bastard. No one's speaking, and Adrian's ‘good morning’ had died on his lips when he'd felt the tense atmosphere.

Fuck, he hates this.

He can't remember the last time things had been easy between them. Maybe a decade ago, when the twins had been kids, but even then, there had been something wrong with—

Something wrong with Aaron. Of course. Everyone else had been fine. Aaron had been the one to ruin everything. Ace leaving, the terrible years after, the change in their brother when he’d come back. It was his fault.

“Y—” Adrian looks up at his youngest brother, feeling some type of way, annoyance bumbling to the surface, but it fizzles out immediately when he meets Aaron's eyes. Nothing. There is nothing behind them. The man has dropped his smile, and he's staring right at him with an empty face. 

Why is Aaron so much more fucking terrifying when he stops smiling?

Any sort of spark dies out, and Adrian looks back down at his coffee without saying anything. He feels like a coward, but there’s something about the younger twin that just makes all the alarms sound off in his head.

“What?” Aaron purrs, and he sounds like that damned smile is right back on his face. Adrian just shakes his head, mumbling a quiet ‘nothing’.

A glance at Ace is another immediate regret. His brother is glaring at him with an intensity that rarely used to see the light of day. Even without saying a word, the message is clear. Coward. The older twin had barely eaten anything, and he seemed about ready to go back to his room. Possibly right back to sleep, if the dark circles under his eyes are anything to go by.

Adrian can’t remember the last time Ace had talked to him—

Liar.

It’s safer to just look at his coffee and count down the seconds until breakfast is over.