#FANG COMFY AND COZY AND GETTING A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP

[spacebarbarianweird]

Beloved Monsters

So, it happened! I've finally brought Alethaine, Astarion's dhampir daughter, to life!

Synopsis: Domestic fluff about a small family of monsters.

Tags: fluff, comfort, dadstarion, dhampirs

Alethaine's age: 7

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“Mum! Mum!”

As you open your eyes, the coziness of your bed with a fur blanket and the softest pillow surrounds you. It feels so comfy, like a warm hug. 

“Mum!”

A pale-skinned Elven girl with hair the color of snow stares at you like a cat. She stands upside down on the ceiling as if her legs were glued to it.

“Hi, Alethaine. Is anything wrong?”, you yawn and look at the window. It’s late afternoon and it's snowing. Winters in that part of Faerun are cold and merciless but nights are long. Which is good.

Alethaine, your dhampir-daughter, jumps onto the bed and you notice she’s already put on her warm clothes. Unlike Astarion, she is not immune to cold.

“Can I go? Pleeease!”

You sit up and hear a loud laughter from the inner yard. The town kids. Mostly humans, but Alethaine’s best friend is a dwarf boy, an Innkeeper’s son. All younger than ten, careless and brave like all the kids of this age no matter the race and social status.

“Cover your ears”, you say, making yourself get out of bed. You hate being stuck at home for so long – your body craves fights – but having a little child puts certain limitations.

“Thanks!”, Alethaine bares her fangs.

For the last month, you’ve been alone with Alethaine. Astarion left in the late month of Uktar, complaining that he didn’t want to travel in that awful northern weather and that there is nothing more disgusting than autumn. 

“It’s cold and I will have to sleep in the dirt. Besides, hags are “known” for their hospitality!”

Simple as that. A daughter of one of the noble families fell in love with someone from the common folk. He rejected her, and she made a deal with a hag to get him. The hag turned the girl into something and locked away. So, her family searched for help and eventually got to Astarion – the only person who knew how to deal with both supernatural contracts and the monsters themselves.

“Well, I will either find a loophole to save this idiot of a girl. Or I will have to fight the hag. Not the first time. Gods, good thing Alethaine is going to be much smarter than that!”

You smile. Since Alethaine was born, Astarion has been very sensitive about cases when a young woman, someone’s daughter, is trapped by supernatural forces. Astarion can deny it but he imagines Alethaine trapped the same way.

“Alethaine! Where are you?”, the dwarf boy throws a snowball into the door with a loud thump.

“Coming!”

Astarion was supposed to come back a week ago. Before Alethaine was born you had dealt with such things together. Be it a monster hunting or helping with contracts. But life changed seven years ago. 

You two became parents.

A little girl, a silver-curled elf with long pointy ears, is so delicate as if made of crystals. She has long vampiric fangs and can walk on the ceilings. A tiny copy of her father — Astarion was in tears when he realized that. 

“Bye!”, Alethaine wears her warm winter coat and hat but her long ears stick out.

“Cover them!”

“It hurts when I do that!”

You sigh. Elven ears are so sensitive it hurts to tuck them under heavy winter hats. As a half-elf yourself you can relate though yours are much smaller.

You take a scarf and wrap your daughter’s head in it. By doing that you can’t resist touching her ears which twitch a bit. The girl giggles, baring her fangs. It’s a funny image – the dhampir fangs grew up many years ago and didn’t show any signs of being “baby fangs”. They were probably a single set for all her life which will last for many centuries, growing along with the rest of her body.

But her “baby” incisors have already fallen out.

“Alethaine! Come on!” the dwarf boy waves to her. Alethaine frees herself from your hands and rushes toward her friends.

The moment she is outside, she takes the scarf freeing her ears to the cold air. 

You let it go. 

Sticking at home on your own is boring so you take out a two-handed ax and go outside to take care of it. You never know when the weapon is needed. Here, far in the wilderness dangers lurk in the dark. Wild trolls, gnolls, werewolves, bandits, name it yourself. Townsfolk aren’t people of war and they rely on you, a retired adventurer, to protect them. 

So, you always have to be ready.

The process completely takes you over as the early night falls upon the world and prickly stars start shining in the skies.

And then suddenly…

You are lifted in the air by strong hands.

“Astarion!” you exclaim and wrap your hands around his neck.

He kisses you and then looks into your eyes with love and adoration. But you can’t help but notice he is exhausted, with bruises and dark circles under his crimson eyes.

“Did something go wrong?”

“Darling, there was an obnoxious princess who could not take “no” for an answer, her brother who doesn’t process the idea that he is not as smart as he thinks. And three hags. Three, not one! And each of them had a personal contract with the girl, each contradicting the other one. What could possibly go wrong?”

“So, did you save the girl?”

“Depends. She won’t have to spend another five centuries being locked in a mirror. But she will be the hags’ servant for eighteen years, six for each of them. They also wanted to transform her into something I would call a half-rotten gnoll, but I managed to talk them out of it.”

“Two decades is long for a human.”

“Well, she wanted to make that boy her mindless lover for the rest of his human life so I think it’s fair. Her family didn’t agree, though, so I had to return on my own.”

“Did they pay you?”

“No, I stole some valuable possession of theirs”, he puts you on the ground and slips a ring on your finger. “It’s not enchanted, I checked.”

The ring is beautiful. It looks as if the fire was trapped inside it.

You two kiss again and get inside. The moment Astarion steps into the bedroom he starts undressing – he probably has been dreaming of getting rid of the dirty clothes for weeks. 

You smile. You’ve seen him undressing and naked thousands of times but you never get tired of it.

“I’ve seen Alethaine. She made those human children carry her on the sled,” he says.

 “If they don’t treat her well, who would sneak to other people’s houses to steal sweets?”

It is a common complaint. Apparently, Alethaine learned that if her feet are bare she makes no sound walking on the ceilings.

“I am tearing apart against the necessity to punish her for that and admiring her skills”, Astarion adds.

“You were a magistrate; I think you can find words to persuade a seven-year-old.”

“It’s much easier to persuade a devil than Alethaine!”

“Who could she take it from?”

He laughs and you approach Astarion for another kiss. You missed him. Gods knows, you missed him. You caress his strong shoulders ready to start something more sensual.

“Love”

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to.”

You pull away and touch his cheek. There aren’t enough words in your vocabulary to express how proud you are of him. It’s been twenty-seven years but he still has issues with saying “no” to you. And you often find yourself in an intimate situation when you suddenly realize he doesn’t want to take part in it. Maybe, not to upset you. Maybe, out of stubbornness.

“Sure. What do you want, then? Bath? Blood? Sleep?”

“Everything you mentioned in that exact order.”

“Wait, I will prepare the bath.”

… Soon enough, Astarion sinks himself into the bathtub and you start washing his curls out of dirt while he scrubs his skin. You notice some bruises and scratches. They still haven’t healed properly and you try not to think how they looked a week ago.

“Don’t worry. It’s not like I was butchered”, he answers, noticing your concerns.

“I wish I could come with you.”

“Darling. Alethaine is growing faster than a kitten – soon she will be old enough to be on her own. We will be doing this together again.”

You smile. Yes, that’s true. As a half-elf, you have much more time than humans. You are sixty-three, your human siblings are either long dead or very old. But you still look like you did when you were twenty. You have more than a century of life ahead. Plenty of time. For adventures, for miracles, for everything. Maybe, even for another child. 

You spend what looks like a pleasant eternity like this. Talking, laughing, smiling. At least twice Astarion takes your hand graciously and drinks blood from your wrists. His bruises and scratches immediately heal. Whatever blood he managed to take in the winter woods wasn’t enough.

When the water gets cold, Astarion gets out and dresses in clean clothes, a white shirt with an embroidered dragon and black trousers. 

… Together you sit in front of the fireplace. Astarion hugs you and you silently look at the fire. 

A loud thump wakes you from bliss. 

“Dad!” Alethaine cries out and in a moment the girl is on her father's lap.

“Hello, princess,” he stands up, lifting the girl in the air. You notice her ears have a purple color. “I see your teeth keep falling out”

Altethaine grins. And Astarion plants a gentle fatherly kiss on her forehead.

“Wait a moment, I brought you something” He puts Alethaine back on her feet, and she yawns like a cat. 

Astarion pulls out two books out of his travel sack. Alethaineimmediately opens the first one. You can see pictures and intricate Elven letters – despite being a half-elf you never learned how to read it, meanwhile Alethaine had learned to read and write both Common and Elven before she turned five.

“Is it Elven?” she asks. “I can’t understand what is written!”

“It’s Old Elven. A little bit different from the one we speak.”

Alethaine opens the other book and sees an image of an Elven woman with long silver hair, and dark eyes.

“She looks like me,” Alethaine says,

“Yes, that’s what I thought.”

You look at them unable to stop smiling. Monsters. A vampire and a dhampir. 

Your beloved monsters. The daughter and the husband. Sometimes you treat them like something given – besides, what is more “traditional” for a mortal woman than a child and a spouse? But Astarion never forgets, even for a moment, that these normal things are supposed to be impossible. He isn’t supposed to have a home, a wife, and a child. 

You remember him crying with the newborn in his arms. Mere seven years ago. You remember coming back from a “dragon slaying travel” in the middle of the night to see Astarion and Alethaine sliding down a hill together. You remember his stare – which he gives you every single morning. The look of adoration, love, and gratitude. 

The girl yawns once again, and you notice how sleepy she is. 

“Are you hungry?”

“No,” the girl pouts. “I wanna sleep.”

“Oh, all right then. But come downstairs if you feel hungry”, Astarion strokes her silver hair.

Alethaine approaches you and wraps her hands around your neck. You feel a soft prickle of her fangs on your shoulder. 

“Have a good sleep, kitten”, you say.

Alethaine snatches both of the books from the table and goes away. Unlike Elven children, Alethaine does sleep. Like a predator, deep in her dreams but waking up a moment something off happens. 

“So, I think we should follow her example”, Astarion lifts you up in the air bridal style. “It’s tediously boring to sleep alone, do you agree?”

You giggle. When Astarion leaves, Alethaine doesn’t let you sleep alone. She crawls into her parents' bed and hugs you from behind pressing her little nose into your back. Anyone would think the girl is afraid of darkness or monsters.

But it’s not that.

Alethaine, a half-monster herself, sincerely believes her mother needs to be protected. And if Astarion isn’t at home, it’s her duty to make sure nothing comes after you. Maybe you slay monsters with your two-handed ax but who knows what night can hide? 

You caress Astarion’s cheek.

“Yes, how could I even fall asleep without my beloved monsters?”

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[fertilize-my-eggs]

He's watching you.

Sleep paralysis demon Shigaraki x fem reader noncon smut

A/N: so I made a poll for me to work on switch fanfic the hangover smut or the sleep paralysis demon shiggy and y'all wanted the demon shiggy so hope y'all enjoy this one. This one was based on doja cat demon, parts of it.

Warnings: noncon + dead doves do not eat + oral(female) + breed & knots + reader has a mental breakdown please read this with cautious + tomura being a scummy pervert dick. + pissing + multiple orgasms.

You're unable to move as you stare intensely at the creature that always watches you.

Even since you brought this big old house in the forest, your family has told you, are you insane? To that, you just love the quiet woods, how beautiful it is when it's changing colors from the warmth of autumn to the chilly cold winter.

The creature stares back at you, tilting his head to the side as you watch it in a crouch position on the roof of your bedroom.

You can't help but stare at the black horns sitting on his head with pure white locks, both his hands and feets were covered in black gradient.

His skin was pale but was scarred everywhere. It always makes you flustered that this thing was naked. It has his penis dangling freely as he shows his pointy fangs with a sinister smile.

You blink a few times to see the creature vanish.

Each night was the same thing, you were taking a nice warm bath, cleaning your body.

The soapy foam was covering your body, you sigh softly. This was clearing your mind and not thinking about that demon creature thing.

As you rub your shoulder feeling relaxed, a chill runs down your spine as you feel sharp pointy fingertips touch your scalp down to your back.

You quickly turn around seeing nothing, there was no one here.

" what the fuck… " you turn away feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

" fucking stop doing that. "You scream out, you know this creature was messing with you.

Silence fills the room, this thing can smell your fear and he can taste how delicious it is when you're shivering like a leaf.

You quickly get out and start to dry yourself off, you hear laughter echo out in the house.

It's mocking you, you gulp your saliva as you fear that it is real.

You leave the room back to your bedroom as you change into something comfy.

Maybe a good, nice sleep will help you out.

Wearing a cozy plain shirt and shorts was enough for you, you crawl in your blanket as you sigh softly.

You are slowly falling asleep.

.

.

.

Your nose scrunched up as you pant heavily, why is it feeling hot in this room.

You cry out, arching your back up as you grab what feels to be hair near your crotch.

You blink a few times as your eyes wide as you look down, the long white hair covers your whole body, your shorts go missing and you see it feasting.

His long tongue licks up your clit back to your entrance, you feel his fingers sliding inside faster.

 You're sobbing from this, you stare back at his intense crimson eyes staring back at you.

He groan as he has smirk on his wet lips, he lean back down, using his tongue to fuck your insides.

You grip the sheets and his white hair, grinding his face, you noticed how his tail wags side to side. It's long and has a pointy end at his tip.

His arms wrap around your thighs pulling you roughly towards him as he begins to devour your sweet juices.

You scream out as you rise up breathing heavily…. You put a hand on your chest as you begin to pant.

Was that a dream, it felt so realistic… the look and the way he… you look down to see you wearing your shorts but notice it has wet stains and the sheets as well.

You sigh as you get up to change the cover and take a quick shower.

This has to stop, why… Why did he pick me out of anyone.. why?

You keep questioning it and question this creature, it has to be something that is so… abnormal.

Maybe it's the house that holds this creature hostage, maybe it's a ghost of a person.

The old owner did mention someone living here before you.

You sigh heavily, maybe you will never find out.

You get out to dry yourself, as you are lost in thoughts.

There was a whisper. " I can hear you. "It was soft and raspy near your ear as you quickly looked around.

There was nothing, it's driving you insane.

The fingertips dance on your skin as you run away, breathing heavily.

" stop… just fucking stop.. " you whisper out, the room is empty but you know it's listing to you.

It's a cat and mouse game to him, he is playing with you both physically and mentally.

" please… leave me alone. " you crouch down as you begin to rock as tears slide down.

" What do you WANT from me?!? " you scream out, blinking away the tears as you hug yourself.

You look crazy sitting on the floor talking to nothing but you know this creature is messing with you.

You hiccup heavily as you quietly get up and lay back down. It's nothing… it's all in my imagination you thought.

Your tired mind tries to fight to stay awake as you hold your blanket close, cover your body as if you were a child with a big mad monster.

You blink again to see him back in the same position on the ceiling, he starts crawling towards the center as he stands upside down.

He looks so intimidating with his lean muscular body as you stare paralyzed in fear.

You blink again as he disappears and reappears above you on all fours as he licks his lips.

" Did you miss me? " you blink again as he vanishes in thin air, you are struggling to move.

" did you enjoy me eating you out darling~? " your eyes move down to the edge of the bed as his claw-like hands rise upward as he moves up. 

The deep purring and growls send goosebumps all over your body.

He crawled towards you with that same smile, those eyes.

" I know you were excited when I ate your tight little pussy ~. " he traced his fingertips on your skin.

" can't wait until you taste the real thing. " he cheeky wink at you as you finally spoke.

" w-what do you mean? " he tilted his head back as he let out a deep dry laugh.

" ohh sweetie~. " his hand caress your face tenderly as he lean in and whisper.

" you can't handle this cock." He nips your ears.

" You'll be so cock drunk by it, you'll be begging for more~." As he leans away watching your facial reaction to this, you gulp harder.

His hands slide down the curve of your body as he rips the shorts off.

You scream at him to stop, you're crying out.

He roughly pulls your shirt up to reveal your bare chest.

" No bra? I see~ " he lean to give soft kisses to your right breast as he pitches and pull the other.

" stop… stop!! It hurts. " You cry out, push his head away but his free hand quickly pins both your wrists above your head as you moan out.

He ignores your pleas as he bites harshly on your nipples, he takes his time to give hickeys to each one.

You will look beautiful wearing it, he licks his lips as he growls at you.

His tail taps the sheet excitedly, you know he is getting off on this.

His fingertips slide down to your core as he groans lowly.

" Your body is being honest to me, I know~ " he add three fingers inside of you as he's being careful, sliding in and out fast.

" I know baby… be patient 'kay? You'll get your reward soon~ " he pants heavily as he goes inhuman speed no human can beat this, it feels like a machine.

You arched your back upward as you watch him cooing at you sweetly.

Wetness sliding down fast as the loud slick echo in your ears.

Your orgasm hits you like a train, toes curl in, your body starts to twitch as your eyes roll back.

You look possessive in that state but to him, you look like godness fallen from the heavens taken by a disgusting pervert demon like himself.

You didn't have time to enjoy your high as he removed his fingers quickly, he grabbed your thigh, pulling it towards him.

He throws your leg over his shoulder as he grabs his hard cock and roughly shoves it insides. You scream in pain as he purr sweetly, the tails wrapped around your thigh as he grinds a bit.

Letting you get the feel of his size, he pulled out fully as he rammed inside fast.

You can't control your moan, it doesn't sound like you, it sounds more animalistic.

 

You can feel he has these weird bumps, more glans at the tips as he growls heavily.

He begins to scratch your skins leaving behind red marks, you feel a hard ball at his base every time he slams deep.

" yeah~!! Take that fucking cock, you slut! " he growls more, your sweat runs down your skin, reddish hue covers your skin.

" please.. no more I-.. " you cry out, you gripping his arms as he slamming your cervix each time he thrusts.

The tail removes itself as it moves to your waist area, pulling your body upwards as he grabs your thighs to meet his heavy thrusts.

He was right, you can't handle this, it's getting too much. You roll your eyes back as you begin to piss on the bed sheets and his crotch area.

He purrs at this as he licks his lips, he continues shoving his thick cock inside your tight hole.

" see that~ " you blink at him with a heavy eyelid, you feel exhausted from two orgasms.

His hands touch your chest as it follows your belly, your eyes open wide as he caresses the large bugle.

" That's me~.." he groans out as he looks down at where you're connected, his meaty cock sliding in and out your wet sloppy pussy as he growls.

" fuck~!! You were made for this.. auhhh you want my knot? " he leaned in as there was excitement in his eyes.

" I never knotted a human, I usually eat them… but-.. " you blinked a few times, what does he mean by that???

" you're too pretty to eat…. well your juicy pussy on other hand. " He giggles airy as he makes some sick joke, playing with your locks.

" fuck~! best thing I ever tasted shit-.. you like that didn't you? " he tilts his head as he begins to smirk wide.

" Are you enjoying this? You sicko~. " he bites your neck harshly as he grinds his hips slowly.

" you can't wait until I knotted you? Make you full with my demonic babies inside. " He has the biggest smile you've ever seen, it is unsettling.

He leans away as he pushes your thighs to your chest, you're a babbling mess. Grabbed his arms tight you couldn't think straight by his cock bullying your cervix.

" Do you want it? Do you want me to knot and breed you like cumdump whore that you are?" You nodded your head fast as you're agreeing with this, a dump goofy smile on your face.

" awww the little human can't think of anything, I knew you'd get cock drunk by me~ " he groaned softly as he tightened his grip.

He pulls his cock out fully as he slams back inside faster, his hips in a circular motion as he stares lustfully.

" Are you ready? Ahhh fuck~ it's coming pretty. " he carass your cheek lovely as he groan out.

You can feel it at your entrance, you keep nodding your head, drooling sliding down, you about to hit an intense orgasm.

He bites your other side of the neck, the one that hasn't been marked.

You scream out loud, your body intense, twitching all over. You can feel more piss sliding down your sheets heavily. You hear a loud plop sound locking you together, the growls echo in your ears, feeling his hot thick cum filling you up.

You whimper as you grip his hair, his pelvis grinds your entrance as he begins to slow down.

He pant softly as you scrunch your nose at the heavy musky smell in the room.

Everything feels hot, you feel more exhausted by this.

You blink your eyes at him as he curls up your chest, his tail wraps around your leg as your bodies get tangled.

Your breathing calms down as you pull him close.

Maybe this isn't a bad idea as others think.

Getting dick down by a demon sounds hot, it was intense as you thought. 

You pet his messy white hair as you look at him, he begins to nip on your chest as he begins to grab it softly.

You hope this lasts longer, you don't want this to end.

He pulls away as he smiles at you.

" It's time to wake up. "

You blink again to see it is the bright morning again as you breath heavy.

" no… wait I want you back.. " you look around to see the empty room, you tilt your head downward with sadness.

As you pout out in a quiet room, you feel the chills again as you know his presents are near.

You start to smile thinking maybe he'll come back to your dreams again. You bite your lip as you feel the fingertips run down your throat.

You try to get up only to realize you're unable too.

You realize there are marks all over your body as you bite your lip hard.

You sigh softly as you lay back and enjoy the sleepless that take hold.

[obsessive-clown]

❤Wendigo!Grabber x GN!Reader that steals his sweaters❤

Grabber himself is a warning I suppose!   Requested by: Anon until given permission to say other wise Sorry for not writing for so long, I’ve been rather busy again but here I am! I do tend to still read through Tumblr though so I’m not completely gone.

You’d grown the habit of stealing your boyfriend’s large red turtlenecks, and long sleeved work shirts, you had every reason to anyways. Albert’s house was always so cold to you, how a man could keep his house at around 65 degrees Fahrenheit stumped you. It had even stumped you when he allowed you upstairs while he was out. Today was like yesterday, you sat on the couch with Samson, watching your favorite show on the tv, getting up on ocassion to clean up the house to your liking. Once again, you’d grown cold and tired, and the blanket just wasn’t cutting it for you, you wanted something that would make you cozy. So, you got up and pat your thigh, Samson hopping off the couch to follow you to Al’s room. “Good boy, Samson.. What do you think he wouldn’t mind me wearing this time? Doesn’t seem like he’s noticed yet.” You spoke to the dog as though he would respond. As if he understood you however, he strut to Al’s open closet and yanked his ironic red sweater off it’s coat hanger, dragging it to you. Happily, you took it and pat Samson on the head, then quickly putting the sweater on, the two of you returning to the living room. You were warm and comfy at last, his sweater smelling just like him and extending to your knees. You hadn’t caught the time but your eyelids grew heavy, catching you off guard and causing you to sleep. Albert had returned from work, always inspecting the house to be sure you hadn’t left. He didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t allow it. The cold atmosphere of the house matched his freezing cold heart that shallowly and quietly would beat in his chest. There you were, laying on his couch, in the most peaceful state. You were almost angelic to him when asleep, he couldn’t help but stare, observing you and your movements for hours until you woke up. Something he didn’t expect though, was his sweater on you. At least he could put two and two together, you were the one stealing his shirts and other tops! A smile spread across his slightly scarred face, exposing his fang-like teeth and other strangely sharp teeth. Walking over to you, he gently sat down while Samson watched and pulled you into his lap. “Bunnyyyyy.... Bunnyyyyyy..? Are you really asleep? Hey, if you missed me that much you could have called me from work.” He cooed the nickname he’d given you, chuckling when you squinted your eyes open to look at him, in a confused and dazed state.  “Oh, Al, I didn’t even notice you were home... I’m sorry I didn’t greet you-  Call you?” Your face lit up like a red sign when you realized he meant the sweater you were wearing. He covered his mouth to prevent any laughter he was about to produce from coming out, adoring your reaction. “You’re too good for this world, Bunny. Guess that’s your sweater now, but I will be taking it back on ocassion to wash it or wear it myself.” The way he spoke was in a teasing manor, his words following up with a gentle kiss on your forehead. He exclaimed that he’d be back to watch a movie with you after he changed out of his work outfit, joking to you that you’d “better not steal the rest of my clothes while I’m out!” which made you smile.

Thank you for your request, ‘Anon’! This one was also fun to make and I hope you enjoyed it. I’m still taking requests and would happy to rewrite for you if this didn’t turn out well. I hope those of you who read this have a good day/night and take care of yourself, stay safe out there, bunnies!

[giorno-plays-piano]

Crimson Gods

Pairing: vampire!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: non-con, yandere, kidnapping, mentions of death and suicidal thoughts, allusion to breeding.

Words: 2362.

Summary: Living in the world where most lands are governed by the Noble, ancient vampires who shed human blood simply for their own amusement, you try leading a quiet and secluded life along with your mother. Sadly, you aren’t prepared when a vampire comes to your town.

P.S. When I was younger, I really, really loved Vampire Hunter D. I watched the movie again yesterday, and here’s the result ahahah. 

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It was way past midnight, but you couldn't force yourself to sleep, tossing and turning in your comfy bed while thinking of your travel tomorrow. You were supposed to leave the town for the first time in years to visit your grandmother who lived in the Northern Frontier Sector, and now you dreamt of how you were going to embrace her, kiss her cheeks despite her scolding you for not behaving properly in public. You hadn't seen her in 7 years. After the incident, you had never even once left the town, and your grandmother could hardly travel so far due to her age. Of course, you kept exchanging letters, but how could a cold letter, though written with great respect, replace a live communication?

While you kept wondering how your encounter would go, all of a sudden it felt cold under your cozy cotton blanket, and you reluctantly got up to take a huge comforter out of your heavy wooden chest. Why was it freezing tonight even with the windows closed? You were just in the middle of September. To be honest, you hardly remembered the last time the weather was so bad as you wrapped a comforter around your trembling shoulders, thinking whether you have to take your winter nightgown instead of light muslin one you were wearing now.

Throwing a glance at your window, you saw the frosted panes and furrowed your brows, refusing to believe it. Dear Lord, you lived in the Western Frontier Sector, not far to the North! Was it really going to snow out of nowhere tonight? As you moved closer to look at an empty street, you realized that a huge cross on top of a building on the other side started crumpling with a disgusting sound as if it were made of paper, not pure silver to protect citizens from the creatures of the night. Several crosses on the buildings down the street had been destroyed, too. Quickly, you looked down only to find the flower beds withering within seconds despite your beautiful roses blooming just a couple of hours ago. Now they all turned black.

You stilled on the spot, unable to believe your eyes and covering your ears from that horrifying noise. You had only seen something like that once, and it was the time when most villagers had already been dead, turned into beasts without a soul who craved for blood as much as their masters did. That night you had lost your beloved father as you fled your house in a rush, just a little child back then, and, once you arrived in the town, had never even once left your new home.

The crumpled crosses, dead flowers and a sudden temperature drop could mean only one thing: a vampire had come to the town. It wasn't some upyr, oh no, it was one of the Nobles, maybe even an Elder if you were unlucky.

Dear Lord, what a Noble wanted in a peaceful town like this? There were neither treasures nor mechanisms of the ancient, nothing that could potentially interest a Noble. Except that they might be simply eager to shed human blood for their own amusement...

Before you screamed at the top of your voice to wake up everyone around, you heard the sound of a large mirror in your room breaking, and then felt somebody's strong grip on your throat despite no one being in front of you. The world turned black before you uttered a single word.

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Moving a heavy crimson curtain a bit so you could look out the window, you gasped, watching the corn fields far beneath looking like neat pieces of cloth. The view was incredible! You had never seen anything like this before, though you certainly didn't remember travelling in such fine carriage ever before either. It was truly stunning, made of black steel, shining in the sunlight as if it only been made yesterday. Steven laughed when you said it out loud, explaining that this carriage had been more than a century old. Apparently, the Nobility's carriages were miraculous since you couldn't find even a single scratch on the surface.

"Be careful, sweetheart." The man behind your back said, gently bringing you closer to him and further from the window, curtain falling back and hiding the two of you from the outside world. "Night does not fall yet."

"Forgive me my curiosity. I have never seen anything as magnificent." You smiled sheepishly at the handsome blonde-haired, blue-eyed man in a long black cape with red lining.

He let out a low chuckle, taking your hand and kissing it briefly while you forgot how to breathe for a second, deeply embarrassing by such outpouring display of affection. You lead a rather quiet secluded life in the town, pretty much never being around men of your age: your mother was going to choose a respectable husband for you herself, so you never worried about it before. Now, however, you felt ashamed for being so close to a man despite loving him dearly. Oh, what would your mother say if she saw you now? Wouldn't she be worried? Would she approve of your marriage to a No-

You blinked as you stared at the handsome man's pale face, feeling all your worries fading away. As long as you stayed with the love of your life, nothing else mattered, right?

"If that is what you wish, we will travel by air a lot more right after I present you at Western Frontier Court, sweetheart." His deep, silky voice made you let out a nervous chuckle as you felt your cheeks growing hot. "My, aren't you adorable?"

"Please, Steven, stop it!" You furrowed your brows as he grinned at you, baring his sharp fangs you paid no attention to. "I cannot believe I am getting married to you so soon. It feels... strange. A little unsettling."

"And why is that?" There was some wariness to his voice.

"It's just... I have never imagined myself being married to anyone. Surely, I thought of having a family at some point, but it was so distant. I have never even pictured myself close to a man, let alone a High Lord like you." You admitted honestly, biting your lower lip and averting his gaze. "You have never been married before, too, have you? Aren't you frightened even the slightest bit?"

"A little." He answered too soon, yet you disregarded it as well. "But I have no doubts we will make a good couple, sweetheart. I will cherish you like no other man ever would."

Embarrassed to the point your face was on fire, you decided to drop it, not knowing how a nobleman like Steven Grant Rogers could have an audacity to say such things. He was completely shameless! You hoped he was going to be more reserved while presenting you at court; you pictured your grandmother fainting if she heard him speaking like now.

What was Western Frontier Court like? You had never been there, not than any human ever could: as far as you knew, not even all vampires could serve the Nobility living in the high castle surrounded by mountains. You heard its peaks were covered with snow all year round.

"Have the king ever visited your castle?" You suddenly asked, back to your curious self.

Steven's face became even paler. "He did on several occasions, but it was a long time ago way before I was even born. I have only seen him once, and I do not think I will ever forget this encounter."

"Oh, is he as frightening as the legends say?"

"You cannot describe it with words, sweetheart. But do not be worried, he had been asleep for more than a thousand years now, and he surely won't wake up just to attend some Noble's marriage." A faint smile twisted Steven's lips as he drop a soft kiss to your forehead. "Actually, please do not refer to him as a king. The Nobles call him the Great One."

"Oh, I see. Thank you." Nodding, you turned your face back to the window covered by a crimson curtain, biting your lip again. "Can I watch the sunset a little? I won't be long, I promise."

"As you wish, sweetheart. Please come back to me once you are done, it is going to be a long night."

Gesturing to the large black coffin laying in the middle of your carriage, the man brushed his cold soft lips against your cheek and got up from his seat, smiling at you watching him. You remembered being very unhappy once you learnt there was only one coffin: you had never thought you would lay close to your betrothed with your head on his chest before your marriage. How terribly bold it was of Steven to make you sleep so close to him! However, you were content he had never even once tried touching you inappropriately, always treating you with respect: he said he admired your purity and innocence while not many Noble women were bothered by them.

Once he got inside the coffin, you lifted the curtain again, squinted as rays of bright light pierced the darkness of the carriage. Oh, how incredibly beautiful was the sunset in front of you. You had seldom seen such lovely sight as this. Would you miss the sun once you reach the high castle? You surely would, you thought. Hopefully, your betrothed would keep his promise to travel with you, and when he fell asleep during the day, you would walk in daylight all by yourself.

As you kept staring at the bright sky coloured in orange and pink, all of a sudden you thought why did you have to live in the high castle with Steven while your home was far away from the white mountains, in a little human town where you spent the last several years. Oh, right, you were engaged to the Overseer of the Western Frontier Sector, the highest Noble guarding the lands where you were born and raised. He was a peerless warrior and a fierce leader, a vampire respected by other Nobles.

A vampire? Steven was a vampire? Why would you be engaged to a vampire, let alone the Noble? The Overseer of the lands you were born and raised, the one who had taken advantage of those poor humans living in the Western Frontier Sector and let other Nobles ravage your cities and villages, destroying everything on their way.

You were engaged to the vampire overlord, a ruthless, cold-blooded being who could wipe out every human in these lands if he desired so. No, he was not your betrothed, the man you promised to marry willingly. He was the one who kidnapped you from your own bed at night, casting some spell over you to make you forget who you were.

You clamped a hand around your mouth to stop the pathetic sounds you were making as you cried, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. Dear Lord, why was the Overseeker doing it to you? What could he gain from this cruel game? Seemingly nothing, except for having some fun with a silly human girl. But that what the Nobles were doing once they got bored, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction, you thought, happy you were given a chance to escape - even if it cost you your own life, it was still for the better.

"The Overseeker of the Southern Frontier Sector did, not that I expect you to know. Now, please, come back here. You had enough time watching the sunset."

You couldn't believe your eyes, watching him say it with such confidence. Was he willing to keep playing his twisted game even when his sweet facade fell?

"Why do you pretend as if my death matters to you? You will kill me soon anyway. Does it bring you so much pleasure to murder one more pathetic human?"

"I won't kill you, sweetheart. It has never been my intention."

There was something to his voice, some emotion you struggled to describe that made you feel bitter and regretful. Was it all truly going to end like this? You were so young, supposed to have your whole life ahead of you, now faced with a choice to either let a vampire consume you or jump out the carriage and fell to your death.

"Than what was it? I assume you have been living for more than thousands of years. Aren't you a little too old for playing these games still?" You chocked on a sob, barely containing your tears as you trembled in front of the Overseeker.

"I am not playing a game." He admitted tiredly, suddenly taking the black glove off his hand. "All I wish for is a loving wife who can bear my children and bring peace to my lands. I have been wandering human cities for a great while before I found you, strong enough to carry a dampiel after a few genetic enhancements. Please, do not struggle. I have not come to make you suffer eternal torment."

For a couple of seconds you stared at him with your mouth slightly open, unable to utter a single word. You had expected the vampire to say anything but this. Was it still a game? Now you hoped it was because even being drained till the last drop of blood was better than carrying a dampiel, a child of both vampire and human, feared and loathed greatly by both races. When you recovered, however, you quickly turned the door handle and pushed the door, willing to wait no longer.

But the door did not give to your pressure. To your horror, it stayed still as if it were a solid piece of steel.

Feeling the iron grip of the Overseeker's fingers on you shoulder, you yelped as he dragged you back to his coffin with force, closing the lid before you had a chance to escape. The next second his fingers were on your neck, suffocating you before you lost consciousness just like the night when Steven Grant Rogers kidnapped his human beloved.

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[moeruhoshi]

Fangs ~ drabble

They were so...interesting? They made him stand out amongst a crowd, she could tell any smile in a crowd apart from his, though it always sparkled against the sun when he split a grin. His smile was sweet and cute, entirely too innocent for a man she watched smack bad guys around as if they were rag dolls. He’d smile and crack his knuckles, the enemy daring to challenge his strength when they came face to face with one another.

“I’m all fired up!” He would shout, engrossed with flames before launching himself at them with raring fists. She was a little guilty of letting him handle a small fry they needed to bring back into town, her heart hammering in her chest as he walloped the enemy a little too eagerly.

“Ready to head back?” She would hum as he jogged back with whoever tossed over his shoulder, a bit sweaty, dirt on his face and body.

“Let’s hurry! I smelled somethin’ really good in town earlier, we gotta have dinner there,” He’d smile, and she’d soak up the sight of his fangs, enamored by their unique prominence.

And when they had dinner, she, in all honesty, would try not to watch him eat. He was a beyond messy eater, both he and Happy wouldn’t waste time digging in when they had a chance. But the first bites he took into mutton on the bone or a thick steak showed off just how sharp and predatory they were.

“Whatcha starin’ at, weirdo? Dig in while the food’s hot or else I’ll eat it all!” She flinched and quickly looked away from him, sticking her nose in her pasta while he and Happy continued congratulating each other for a job well done for the short bought.

Later in the hotel, after flipping through their reward and celebrating in her head at the large sum they were able to keep this time around, she sat on her bed and waited for Natsu to get out of the shower. Happy was already curled up on the heater and sound asleep, the door soon creaking open with steam pouring out behind the dragon slayer.

“Shower’s all yours, don’t worry, I didn’t use any of the hot water.” He snickered, patting her on the back as he walked past her, the towel dangerously low on his hips.

“Thanks,” She mumbled and walked in, letting her breath go once the door was closed, quickly moving on to take her own shower. The water was boiling against her skin provided some semblance of what she wanted, the heat in her body, and the biting sting to shiver up her spine in a deliriously delightful way.

“On the couch, Natsu,” Lucy glared with a hand on her hip, staring down the pink haired boy who only pouted and tried to hide under the blankets.

“C’mon, Luce~. It’s not like I don’t sleep with ya back home. The couch is never comfy,” He whined and begged with his puppy eyes, holding back his voice as her aura stood to the ceiling. 

“It’s not proper,” She frowned, turning away as he sat on his knees, eyes pleading for her to let him stay. “F-For a–”

“I’m your partner, not some creep, you don’t hafta do this every time,” He groaned, fangs poking out and sticking to his bottom lip as he pouted again. Her displeasure faltered, and posture softened as he held out a hand to bring her down with him.

“Of course I do, scolding you is part of my job,” She stuck her tongue as he rolled his eyes, cozying up to her side as they pulled the blanket over them.

“Goodnight, Lucy,” He would mumble into her ear, his arm around her waist and chest against her back, warmth lulling her into a pleasured sleep.

She would wake up in the middle of the night, tied up in his arms and sweaty from his heat, leaning over to take a long drink from a bottle of water on the nightstand.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was gruff and husky, hand sliding up her arm, wrapping his fingers around her wrist to pull her back into his hold. “C’mere...Luce...”

“Go back to bed, Natsu,” She’d yawn, warm and tired as he pulled her into his chest, a hand on her back and a purr rumbling in his throat.

“I don’t want to sleep when it’s just us,” She shivered when he spoke to her like that when she knew he woke up with the moon.

“Happy’s right there,” Her voice was soft, submissive, even if she refused she was still wanting.

“He won’t wake up,” Lucy looked up to see the golden eyes that showed her the other side of the dragon slayer everyone thought was so friendly and kind and perfectly idiotic.

“Just a little, okay?”

And the dragon would kiss her, soft and sweetly. His lips were surprisingly pillowy, addicting as they tasted of honey. One hand would slip into her hair, and the other caressed her waist, slow movements absorbed in her memory as every time they met, he would treat her nothing less than lovely. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, her body would burn and fill with his sweltering heat. The swell of air in her chest made her rise against him, back arching and he’d position himself above her.

“That’s my girl,” He’d flash her a wobbled grin, eyes and lips greedy to taste more.

“E.N.D...” The name he taught her would slip from her tongue, his hot breath on her nape as he marked her with the fangs she had come to love.

And in the morning, when Happy began to whine for breakfast, Natsu would wake up alone, to the sound of his partner already in the shower.

“Do you really have to take a shower in the morning too?” Natsu asked in a tired voice as she walked out of the bathroom, already dressed, and made up.

“You’re the one who emits like a furnace, I’m not about to get dressed covered in sweat.” She spat as he nodded mildly and sunk back into his pillow.

“It’s better when we wake up together, I gotta cuddle with you before the day starts.” He hummed, watching Lucy pick up the peckish cat, motioning for him to get up too.

“When we don’t have a train to catch, now hurry up, Happy, and I will go order at the cafe next door. Mango and chili pancakes?”

“Yeah! You’re the best, Luce!”

The marks he left were never deep, only the pain of having half her love etched deep in her, a sick relief met knowing his body craved to mark hers in return for her love of his fangs. 

The ghost of his lips settled on the curve of her ear; with the promise that he would see her again, with the promise to hold her again, with the promise to burn the affirmation of his love into her skin; would follow her throughout the day and into the next, sitting until the demon could grab again at her beating heart.

[mikotyzini]

The Quest for Fluffy - A Bumblebee Oneshot

Happy Valentine’s Day!  Enjoy some Bumblebee fluff :D

"Howwwww about this one?"

Springing herself onto the soft cushion, she sighed in relief at the pleasantly firm yet squishy material now supporting her weight.

This one - this one was perfect.

Watching Blake eye the object with an intensity usually reserved for strangers trying to pander goods in the park, Yang giggled at how absurdly long it was taking her partner to make the decision to even allow the questionable material to touch her.

"Well come on, it's not gonna bite you," Yang prodded, patting the space beside her invitingly.

Finally taking the bait, Blake decided to join her on the display mattress in the showroom they were currently browsing, but...no sooner had the girl's coattails touched the foamy surface did she pop right back up again.

"Nope - not that one."

Slack-jawed, Yang watched Blake walk away from her and the completely comfortable, if not heavenly, creation of high density foam and...whatever else mattresses were made of.

"What do you mean, that's not the one?" she shouted in disbelief, jumping down from her perch and jogging several paces to resume her place by Blake's side. "That one was super comfy!"

A distracted "hmm" was Yang's only response as Blake carefully read the display tag on the next contender - reading the entire description in full before delicately pressing a hand down on the mattress' surface, picking her spot as carefully as if there were invisible bear traps taped to the surface. Lifting her hand and dutifully watching the hand-shaped indentation disappear, Blake made a dejected noise before walking away without any further explanation.

Hopping onto the rejected mattress, Yang flopped backwards to soak in the full effect of the spine-hugging frame.

So cushiony...so cozy...so what was wrong with it?

"Blakeeeee-"

Whining the girl's name, she ran to catch up again - finding Blake already two more mattresses down the first row in the massive mattress warehouse.

Honestly, Yang had had a much different expectation for today than how it was currently playing out. She was going mattress shopping. With her extraordinarily attractive girlfriend. To complete the furnishing of the apartment they'd just moved into together. Seriously, did it get any better than that?

But apparently she was a complete pushover when it came to the slab of foam gracing her bed frame. The very first mattress, at the very entrance to the store, won her over the instant she'd thrown her Girmm-battered and bruised body upon it.

On the other hand...her tough-as-nails, ex-White Fang badass of a girlfriend was not so easy to impress.

"So, um, Blake?" Yang asked as yet another mattress was dismissed after failing the 'handprint' test. "What exactly are we looking for?"

"The perfect mattress…" Blake mused in response, studying yet another tag while seeming to pay little attention to the question.

"Yes, but what makes a mattress perfect?" Yang pressed more forcefully this time.

Blake finally turned towards Yang then - amber eyes and undivided attention being given without a second thought. At first, it seemed like the question was confusing to Blake - but then there was the slightest of twitches in one adorably fuzzy ear that gave away the faintest smidge of embarrassment.

"It needs to be extra...fluffy."

"Extra flu...wait, fluffy?"

While Yang was rooted to the floor in her current state of incredulity, Blake brushed past on her way to the next aisle of the showroom.

"Yes, fluffy."

"Fluffy like...like a -"

Cat-like eyes locked onto Yang again, only this time flashing very seriously in an unspoken sign of impending danger.

"Like a what, Yang? What do you associate fluffy with?"

"Uhhh….clouds?"

Had her voice not come out so high-pitched and squeaky, that would've been the perfect answer. Instead, Yang earned a playful glare from Blake before she continued with her shopping.

"I like fluffy things - is that a crime?"

"Of course not!" Yang immediately replied, before unwillingly letting out a few chuckles at the tiny amount of irony at that assertion. "But Blake, really! It's kinda funny, right? That you love fluffy things, and you're a - well, you know - a...uh, battle tested killing machine?"

For the love of all that was holy, she needed to never say the word 'cat' again. Or even think it. The murderous look she'd garnered towards the end of her rambling had nearly turned her into a giant, blonde chunk of immaculately sculpted stone.

With a sigh, Blake turned fully towards her, crossing those oh-so-lovely arms across that oh-so-lovely chest.

"Yang -"

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry!" Yang butted in preemptively, knowing an apology-type situation when she fell face first into one. "I'm just surprised, that's all. I didn't realize that your derrière was so tend-ère!"

As a few more chuckles escaped her, she caught the faintest of smiles flitting across Blake's lips - letting it slip that Blake wasn't in any way upset, but was actually silently enjoying Yang's continued bumbling way of speaking before thinking.

But that didn't mean Yang would escape without a talking to.

"Yang, have you ever slept on the ground?"

"Well, yeah, all the -"

"When it's not covered in grass?"

Images of warm nights spent on the plush, green grass in her backyard with her trusty yellow sleeping bag immediately disappeared from her mind - replaced by the sidewalk out front.

"Um…"

"Or on top of a moving train?"

"Well -"

"In a tree? And a treehouse doesn't count."

"Dammit. No…"

"Or on a rooftop - without blankets? In the middle of winter?"

"Jesus! Blake! When did you do that?"

The comment finally made Blake suck in a deep breath before flashing one of those ever-patient smiles Yang's way.

"I'll tell you about that later - what I'm trying to say now is that sleeping in those places taught me to appreciate a nice, fluffy bed whenever I was afforded the luxury of one. This is the first mattress we're buying together, for the first bed we'll share together. I want it to be perfect so that when we go to sleep, together, safe and sound after whatever the world has thrown our way, I can feel exactly how far we've come."

Blinking after Blake finished talking, Yang opened her mouth to respond only to close and open it once more. It felt like a hundred tiny little arrows had just lodged themselves through her heart, each one fired with deadly accuracy through the disarmingly honest words Blake had just shared.

There was nothing that pushed Yang to action more than one of Blake's mini-rants...and this was certainly no exception.

"Then we're going to find the fluffiest bed in the universe, dammit!" Yang proclaimed, quickly drawing Blake up into a tight hug before setting her feet carefully back on the ground and pulling her towards the next mattress.

"This one's gotta be more fluffy," Yang presumed, waiting as Blake tried out the top of the pad - only to again shake her head with a firm 'no.'

"Not fluffy enough…"

Trying out the mattress herself, Yang shook her head in disbelief. It made no sense what Blake was searching for, but if this one wasn't fluffy enough, then it wasn't fluffy enough!

Hand-in-hand, they continued to the next selection.

"Hey," Yang said, just as Blake was about to test it out, "Do you remember that time you cut down three Ursa with one swing of Gambol?"

The question brought a curious gaze her way.

"Yes...why?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Yang suppressed the urge to giggle at the juxtaposition between battlefield Blake and bedroom Blake. In a fight, Blake was a tiger - agile, fast, predatory, with claws that cut to the bone (if not through it). But at home, Blake was much more like a...well, a little kitten. She liked a quiet life, loved to snuggle, and was incredibly slow getting out of bed.

"You're a really amazing huntress, you know that?" Yang concluded, flashing a big smile at a statement she wholeheartedly believed to be true.

Of course, Blake's 'uh huh…' response signified that she knew the compliment was meant to cover up for something else, but the subject was dropped in favor of testing the newest mattress before them.

"This one isn't fluffy at all."

After letting out a sigh of despair at their lack of success, Yang suddenly had an idea - a brilliant idea, if she said so herself.

"What if we stacked one on top of the other?" she suggested, pointing to the two recent mattresses in front of them.

"I don't think that will work…"

"But we won't know until we try, right? Come on, let's at least try it!"

Without waiting for an answer (she knew Blake would agree anyway, eventually…), Yang reached down and easily pulled one of the mattresses off of the standard bed frame it had been resting on and dropped it on top of the other.

"There!" she said, grinning in satisfaction while dusting off her hands as if that had actually been hard work. "Try it out now?"

It was only after a slight eye roll that Blake pressed down on the mattress before once again shaking her head.

"It's pretty much the same - still not fluffy," she replied, before giving Yang a smile brimming with appreciation.

Her ingenious idea had just been dashed to pieces, but she could care less as long as Blake was looking at her that way. Even when her ideas were dumb or pointless, Blake still appreciated the thought and effort. Blake appreciated Yang's attempt, no matter how useless it ended up being. Which meant Yang was always trying, in anyway possible, to give Blake everything she ever dreamed of or wished for.

That was the whole thought behind the rather exorbitant phrase Yang proclaimed on a daily basis.

'For you, Blake, anything.'

Even when it was said as a joke, or as a tease, Yang truly meant it - as much as she had when she'd first whispered the words into Blake's ear that one night at Beacon...when it had been just the two of them standing beneath the stars with nothing but cleared air between them.

For Blake, she would do absolutely anything. Even if that meant she had to turn what should have been a run-of-the-mill shopping trip into a quest of epic proportions.

It was only when she turned her attention back to that quest and away from Blake's mystical amber eyes that she noticed the myriad of curious glances being directed their way by the other shoppers lingering about.

"Jeez, you'd think they've never seen a double-stacked mattress before…" she joked as they walked to the next contender, reaching down to take Blake's hand in her own as they went.

"No, Yang, they've probably just never seen a girl pick up a full size mattress by herself," Blake responded with a laugh, giving Yang's hand a light squeeze at the same time.

Boy, did Blake ever know how to inflate Yang's ego…

Of course, after having been partners for years, Blake also knew exactly how to bring Yang crashing back down to earth if she ever got too cocky - most of the time in the form of several perfectly timed spin moves and shadow clones that disguised the impending roundhouse kick that would rock her world.

"This one - this one looks like a winner!"

Maybe the root of the problem was that she wasn't 'selling' these good enough. Maybe she needed to add some allure to the mattresses to make them appear fluffier.

Well, it was worth a shot. Nothing else seemed to be fluffy enough!

"The…"

Squinting briefly at the tag, Yang read some of the information before moving in front of it with a grand flourish of her free hand, beaming in response to the pleased smile Blake was giving her.

"The Emperor II, Moonlight Plus, all-season mattress!"

(It looked exactly the same as every other mattress they'd looked at, but it was all about the presentation, right?)

Gently drawing Blake to the side of the bed, Yang slowly waved one hand over the quilted surface - palm facing upward like she'd seen on commercials.

"Kindly take in the...uh…"

Craning her neck backwards, she read the next few bullet points from the tag before turning back to her still-grinning girlfriend.

"Take in the three padded layers of 'Cloud9' memory foam, the extra special 'Cooling Gel' technology, the waterproof stitching -"

With the last selling point, Yang gave Blake a wink, receiving her eye roll and smile in response before continuing with gusto.

"It's the best of the best - the highest of hi-tech - the fluffiest of the...uh, fluffy," she proclaimed, smiling when Blake laughed out loud - the sound still music to her ears. "It even has 'cloud' in the name - it must be the fluffy you're searching for!"

With that, Yang gestured for Blake to give it a try, same as she'd been doing all day.

"Quite the presentation," Blake commented while taking a single step closer to the bedframe, one hand still clasped firmly within Yang's. "You have a second career in the making, I can feel it."

"Please - you want me to sell beds to people all day long?" Yang replied with a laugh before continuing in her best 'fake salesman' voice. "I understand you're unsure about this mattress, ma'am, it is a big investment. Why don't you go home and sleep on it?"

Blake groaned at the pun, but Yang wasn't done yet.

"Oh, you suffer from insomnia? No worries! With one of our top-of-the-line mattresses, you'll be having bedder days in no time - or should I say, bedder nights!"

"I've changed my mind!" Blake cut in with another laugh (Blake always laughed at Yang's puns - why else would Yang keep making them?). "You can't work here anyway, because then who would be my partner?"

Licking her lips and leaning closer - close enough to watch the dark pupils in Blake's eyes widen ever so slightly - Yang lowered her voice to nothing more than a whisper.

"Well...I guess you'd have to follow me into the bed...selling business, wouldn't you?"

Grinning at her attempt at wit, Yang grew serious when she recognized the look in Blake's eyes, one full of love - love for her.

"Yang, I'd follow you anywhere."

If anyone knew how to leave her without words, it was Blake.

Never before had she been able to lose herself in someone else's eyes, but she still found herself doing so with Blake daily. It was as if those wonderful amber orbs erased the world around her, leaving nothing but the two of them in each other's embrace.

It was amazing, surreal...and broken as soon as Blake's eyes flitted to someone or something behind Yang's left shoulder.

"Hey, maybe we should ask that clerk for a suggestion?"

Without thinking, Yang reached out and snatched the store employee before he could pass - and when she said 'snatched,' she meant grabbing the guy by the shirt, lifting him off the ground, and setting him back down directly in front of them.

"We need the fluffiest mattress you have," she said, ignoring his widened eyes at what she'd just done. "Like, I mean, fluffier than everything."

"H-have you tried the...pillow top section?"

Following the direction he pointed in, Yang grinned when she saw the large sign that read simply 'pillowtop' on the other side of the store.

"That's it, Blake! That's gotta be it! The holy grail of fluffy!"

Her feet were already marching quickly that way - pulling a softly giggling Blake along by the hand. Before they'd moved too far away, she turned back and gestured for the store clerk to follow them, just as the young boy had been about to slip away.

As soon as they were underneath the sign advertising mattresses with pillows on top, Yang pulled Blake to the nearest one and gestured for her to try it out. Which Blake did - and this time she didn't immediately pull her hand away - opting instead to let it linger in the air above the mattress as if she might try it out one more time.

"So?" Yang pressed, not having the patience to wait much longer for Blake's answer.

"Well...that is actually somewhat fluffy…" Blake responded carefully, before pressing her hand into it one more time.

Excitement suddenly exploded through Yang's veins, the type of excitement she always felt before completing a mission, taking down a large enemy, or accomplishing something she'd thought was going to be impossible.

She could feel it now. They were on the cusp of something…

"Which one of these is the fluffiest?" she asked the clerk, drawing his full, somewhat nervous attention back to her.

"Like the...thickest pillow top? Uhh...well that'd be this one…"

She obediently followed the boy several spots over, drawing Blake closely along behind her.

This one actually looked a little bit fluffier than most - with the pillow top being several inches thick on top of a regular mattress.

"Try it out!" Yang said, prodding Blake forward as the clerk made room for her to move past.

It was on bated breath that Yang watched Blake press her hand into the mattress once...twice...three times to test the pressure. This was already further than any other mattress had made it thus far - putting them in completely uncharted territory. Yang had no way of knowing what to expect next, so used to the answer 'not fluffy enough' had she grown...

With a brow wrinkled in concentration, Blake painstakingly, almost cautiously, turned around and sat down on the edge of the mattress.

"Well?" Yang asked, praying that they'd finally found 'The One.'

"Hmm…" was all Blake said before scooting further back onto the mattress, her feet lifting off of the showroom floor and doing what had seemed to be the unthinkable just minutes earlier - laying down on the bed.

And then she sighed - one of those long sighs of relief that was almost exclusively reserved for the end of a particularly rough day of Grimm hunting, when they'd finally trekked their way back home, removed their stained combat gear and sunk into a steaming hot bath.

"This is perfect."

Letting out a loud 'whoop!' of satisfaction, Yang turned and gave the salesman an enthusiastic high five, moderately chuckling at the brief flicker of pain that crossed his face from the force she'd put behind it.

('Not so hard, you buffoon!' she could still remember Weiss screeching at her. 'Not all of us have bludgeons for hands!')

Taking two steps, she launched herself from her feet, flying through the air before landing on the mattress with a rather surprising amount of bounce. Normally when she jumped into bed (which, admittedly, she did a lot), the mattress would hold her body down on the initial landing, but this bed...well, she fully lifted off before settling down for good.

Once settled, she rolled onto her back and wiggled to test the resistance.

"Wow…"

Now she could see what Blake had been talking about. There was fluffy. And then there was fluffy.

"You like it?"

Turning onto her side so that she could look at Blake, she grinned at that question.

Man, did she ever like it…

"This is incredible," she freely admitted.

"You're incredible," Blake immediately sent back at her, leaning forward to place a quick kiss to her nose.

Taking only a second to bask in their most recent success, Yang quickly lifted her head to find the clerk who still hadn't managed to slip completely away.

"Can this be delivered?" she asked, halting the boy in his retreat.

"Um, yeah, yes it can be - is that the one you'd like?"

Glancing at Blake and receiving a nod, Yang smiled.

"Definitely," she answered before flopping back onto the bed beside her girlfriend, content to forget his existence for now.

"Can't believe they do same-day delivery for free!" she said, voice raised so that it would carry out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where Blake was currently getting dressed for bed.

"Pretty sure he just didn't want you to come back," came the teasing response, making Yang laugh while running a brush carefully through her hair.

"Which I would have if they'd been late," she commented with a self-satisfied grin. "And then I could've given him the handshake of death!"

Holding one hand up in front of her, she curled her fingers into as tight of a fist as she possibly could, hearing a couple of joints and knuckles pop in the process.

Dropping her hand, she went back to her hair - running the brush through it in slow, methodical strokes that wouldn't snag or pull. It was only a few minutes later that she was content with how silky her hair felt, so she dropped the brush on the counter and moved towards the bathroom door, flipping off the lights as she walked back into their new, shared bedroom.

"Hey, think Weiss will be mad that we used her credit…"

The question trailed off at the sight in front of her - one very tired Blake Belladonna, curled up and very much passed out upon their new bed. It was the kind of sight that always made her go 'awwww….' Like seeing a kitten at the pet store sleeping in its little hammock bed…

Don't ever mention that comparison to Blake. She'd make Yang sleep on the roof in no time…

All the same, it was endearing to see - and marked the success of their day in one single sight.

Carefully climbing into bed beside the sleeping beauty, Yang laid down on her side and took in the rarest of views anyone would ever find.

This was Blake Belladonna - master of shadows, of escapes, of appearing out of nowhere with a kick to the face. The girl who was impossible to find, impossible to catch...

Slowly reaching out, Yang used one finger to carefully push a strand of stray raven-colored hair behind one delicate ear - grinning when her finger barely grazed the skin there, eliciting a small flick of one feline ear in subconscious acknowledgement.

"Goodnight, Fluffball," she whispered before leaning forward to place one last kiss to Blake's forehead, backing away quickly when Blake unexpectedly shifted position.

"I may be sleeping...but I'll still strangle you…" came the sleepy reply, making Yang let out an unexpected laugh of surprise.

Yang should've learned by now that even when Blake was sleeping, she was still awake.

Death threats or not, Blake nonetheless scooted closer, nuzzling into Yang's collarbone and allowing herself to be wrapped in Yang's arms. Rubbing her hands gently up and down Blake's back before finally settling into place, Yang held Blake tightly as they drifted off to sleep on a brand new mattress that was fluffier than air.

"Love you too, Blake...I love you too."

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Love at first bite – Ushijima Wakatoshi

Soulmate AU - You can’t kill your Soulmate

Staring at the stained ceiling of the rotten motel you were spending the night in, you let out a deep sigh you had no idea you were holding.

The moon was already high in the sky and you allowed your mind to wandered toward the team you used to train, kids will be facing a big opponent tomorrow and you’ll not be there to encourage and support them, whether in victory or defeat. Oh, you wished you could see all of them right now, rather than roving around dangerous dark streets to catch bad guys. With a click of your tongue and a frown you slapped yourself mentally to help you focus on the current problem you were facing; Sure teaching your passion to children was a wonderful activity, but it wasn’t enough to help you pay your bills and you had to use your strenght both, physically and mentally to put aside some money, some dirty money.

Your hand danced on the smudged cover under your sore body, reaching with the tip of your fingers a stack of papers filled with notes and sketches. It took you a colossal effort to sat up on the bed, taming your hair the best you could as your eyes ran on the damaged report of your previous mission. Those ghouls made life difficult to you but it was a piece of cake compared to the big fish you were tracking down, even if your plan worked, you would probably get out of there with worse than just bruises and scratches. You grabbed the leather book resting on your nightstand, turning pages to stop on a resume you knew by heart after all this years of hunting. Ushijima Wakatoshi – one of the most dangerous vampire roaming around the country for the last century, you bit your lips as you watched the sketches and old photographies, mixed feelings clashing inside your chest. Vampires were known to stuck together in not-so-comfy nests, live together, fight together, kill together. But not this one. He was the exception as opposed to the rules hunters shared for generations. Some of them already tried to catch him, seeing the chance to slice a head freely as he decided to go off on his own, but none of them has been found – in one piece. Unfortunately, or fortunately, you never had the chance to met him in person, always few hours late to find only half-deleted tracks and a delicate perfume that stuck to your nose, he was gone, leaving behind him new victims and the bitter taste of failure on the back of your tongue. You detailled his figure, your nail grazing against unreadable sharp severe eyes, he was tall, strong, quick and violent, yet handsome and it was enough to send a shock throught your body. As you watched your sleep flew away throught the window once again, you swore that this time, he wouldn’t be able to get away unscathed. It was more than three weeks now that you left your hometown, twenty four days, ten hours and fourty-six minutes to be exact, not that you missed your flat that much, but you definitely would have prefered to leave for a more..Exotic destinations than traveling from states to states practically living in your car. But you weren’t going to complain, you were wainting for this call for months as weeks passed without a signs of him and you began to lost hope that you could find his track ever again. You canceled all of your plans, grabbed a suitcase then left in a rush, dishes still crammed into the sink when one of your source reported his presence hours from there. You were close, so close it was hard to fight the urge to go and find him tonight under the full moon of October, but you didn’t have enough informations and take the risk to make him run away would be something you couldn’t forgive to yourself. After few hours of disturbed sleep and a good boiling shower, you got a quick unidentifiable oily chicken breakfast and were ready to gather what missed to your board to finish him. By the end of the morning you had localized the place he had invested, to your suprise, it was a cozy little house in a friendly suburb, that bastard was way worse than you could had thought. You checked all of your package, again, and again, anything could be a help once there, and there would be no turning back, charms, Holy water flasks, stake plundged in the blood of a dead man and your keen sword, of course, everything seemed to be in place. The thought of abandoning the task crossed your mind the time of an eyelash beat, it surely wasn’t fear, apprehension maybe, mush of feelings tried to overwheelmed your sanity and you pushed everything to the side as you entered your car. The sun began to set when you reached the district and it would have been too risky to try something until the next morning, comfortably sitting in the back of your seat you studied each of his moves, ready to jump on him at the first occasion, Surprise would be your best asset facing such a level.. But nothing came. No movements, no switch of light, no shadows on the curtains. Your adrenaline went down as the time passed and soon your stomach began to growled, reminding that you hadn’t eaten since the morning with all the stress acumulated. Dear Lord, you could kill for a bucket of wings right now. The ticking sound of the radio caught your attention, and you squinted on the enlighted numbers displaying two o’clock, the night was deadly calm, not a soul in view and the street lamps were off since hours now. Ushijima was definitely not here and, as peculiar as he was, he was still a vampire, and wouldn’t be home before the the first glows of dawn, you took the decision to go and explore the lair of your terrible prey. Picking the front gate was easier than you had thought and you pushed back the door as you sneaked like a cat into the night in the – surprisingly – clean flat. You could have bet it was a show house if it wasn’t for the familiar scent which hit your nose as soon as you entered the lobby, engulfing you with weird sensations, striking memories long forgotten, awakening the need to hunt more than anything else. You tip-toed from immaculate room to another, surprised by how neat this – monster – was, making him appear, almost, like a normal perfect man. You knew that feelings had not their place on mission, however frustration built in the back of your mind as you ransacked one of his drawer in the silence of the darkness, not aware of the huge shadow loaming over your back as two piercing eyes were already digging holes in your neck. «Looking for something ?» A calm, stern voice rose from behind and you froze, mind going blank when you realized tables had turned. The stake slipped from your sleeve to the palm of your hand as your other fingers were already working on the cap of the flask, ready to charge if he tried anything funny, to your surprise, he kept his distance and you turned around slowly. The pale rays of the moon entering by the crossed shutters, drew the shape of each angles of his face, accentuating the deep and serious stare those hazel eyes were focused on you. You swallowed in order to find back your voice, but his simple presence tensed the athmosphere to the point the uneasiness was almost palpable. No word were pronounced as your hands got sweaty, but his sharp gaze didn’t waver, he studied  you, like a little animal, like the prey you were now, the next one, among the heap of victims he already had behind him, or so you thought. No, that’s not how you die, that’s not your fate and you remembered why you where there, you better go for the first move if you didn’t want this to change. You plundged toward his stoic figure, throwing the water to his face, eliciting a low grunt from him as you ran into his direction, he dodged the few attacks you tried without much efforts, still blinded, it seemed like legends were right about his speed, aren’t they? Exchange of strokes missed and well placed continued in the tiny room, nerves carrying you as you weren’t realizing he was in defensive position the whole time. Probably tired of your assaults, Wakatoshi grabbed your wist without effort, throwing you on the couch as you bounced on the cushions with the violence you landed on, it seemed like legend were right about his strenght too, aren’t they? You closed your eyes as if it could protect you and teleport you elsewhere. But to no avail, he didn’t let go of you, trapping you between the comforter and his own body, his fingers circling your arms ever so slightly for his profile. When you opened your eyes again, his own were mere centimeters away, unreadable expression painting his face except a slight frown on his forehead. You should have fight again, you should have fear for your life but for an inexplicable reason, you were feeling, good, and safe, your mind tried to fight the warm feeling in your chest and the weird one in your stomach, but you just wanted to stay like this, a bit more, just. a little. bit. more. Your eyes stopped on thin lips, pinched in a way the tips of his fangs formed two little wrinkles on the rosy flesh, then to his hues empty and serious. The thumps of your heart buzzing in your ears made it hard to focus and you felt yourself drown into his inert, emotionless pupils, until you saw them move, in a blink of an eye toward the pulsing vein of your neck. It was the boost you needed, the piece of wood still in your sleeve, you sank the peak into his ribs with all of the power you could gather, pushing him to the side as he rolled on the floor, dizzy from the mixture. Distraught and petrified, you reached for your sword landing on the tiles, heading in his direction, you rose your arm, ready to strike when you met his sight again, something prayed you to stop deep inside, but you closed your eyelids as you administered a final blow, ready for the sentence he deserved. When you turned your head back to his form on the ground, ready for the slaughter you just caused, your heart skipped a beat when you faced the man in the same position, blinking at you in surprise, an expression finally passing across his face. Your mouth opened in a perfect O, your hands shaking and your knees weak as you processed to understand what happened, or, worse, Why was it happening, when everything sank in both your mind, you fell on the ground, moving backward toward the open door your eyes still on his stun figure.

Oh. It was going to be funny.

Hello Red !  I really hope you enjoyed my little story, I’m so sorry for  all the potential mistakes, english is not my native language and it’s possible [highly probable] that my sentences sound a little weird ;_; I wish you a wonderful day ♥

From @adorably-obnoxious to @supern-a-vengers

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Best Cat Tower and Condo Reviews

You have probably played Neko Atsume long enough to wonder if real life cats truly adored cat towers and cat condos the way those virtual cats do. To answer simply: yes they do! You just have to find the best cat tower that your feline best friend would enjoy. See, there are a lot of different cat furnitures that cater to different cat preferences.

Cat guru Tony Buffington has explained cat idiosyncrasies in a talk (e.g. why they lounge in the house’s highest spot), so now all we have to do is narrow down our best condo reviews to help you find one that suits your pet’s unique needs and preferences.

What to look for when buying a Cat Condo?

The frustration that comes when your cats ignore the piece of furniture you were so excited to bring home is real and biting. To avoid such waste and heartbreak, here are some things you should consider when buying a cat condo.

Height: Generally, cats like to be in a tall spot, but there are some cats that actually have fear of heights. You know your cat very well, so if you are able to observe where they usually hang out at home, you will have an easy time deciding whether you need a tall cat condo or a shorter one.

Comfort: Cats love to lounge and nap in comfy places, so look for a cat condo that has cushioned hammocks and beds 3. Activities offered: Cat condos are supposed to be wonderlands where your cat could enjoy doing a multitude of things. So if you are to buy one tower, go for a furniture that also doubles as scratching pads, comfy beds, exercise hubs, and also stimulates your cat’s mental health.

Top 7 Condo Reviews

Molly and Friends Pinnacle 86 in. Cat Tree

This cat tower by Molly and Friends could easily accommodate more than 5 medium-sized cats all at the same time! At 86 inches tall, this will surely satisfy the scouting cat who always loves to be on the highest spot in the house. The Molly and Friends Pinnacle is also made of carpet and sisal rope, making it a good scratching post aside from a cat tower.

With two condos and four comfy cradles in varying heights, your cat will never run out of lounging choices. The topmost bunk is a tunnel bed, cozy enough to lull your fur baby to sleep deep in the night.

This tall tower has been made with a secure base that ensures it will not tip off even if heartily played on or jumped at by your bigger cats. The rope and carpet material used are also sturdy enough to stand the test of time. With proper cleaning and maintenance, this cat tree would easily outlive generations of felines.

Pros

Catnip spray ensures attention and pleasure of any cat

Furniture is easy to assemble

Out of the box functionality perfect for the beginner

Innovative design – cats love the tunnel part and allows interaction between two cats occupying the tree at the same time

Compact enough for smaller apartments and condo units

Cons

Can only accommodate two to three cats since it’s only a two-level tree and scratch post

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PetFusion Modern Cat Activity Tree & Scratching Post

This 30-inch-tall cat scratching post also provides two spacious beds where your cats could lounge and nap all day. It is also stimulating given that the topmost bunk is easily accessible with one big leap from the floor. It even comes in a stylish and modern color combination – white and brown – visually pleasing both to cats and their owners.

One more thing: the PetFusion Modern Cat Activity Tree & Scratching Post comes with a free catnip spray. For those who have tried catnip, you know how this magic works, as also explained by cat care specialist veterinarian Ramona Turner here.

The catnip spray is a nice touch that guarantees that your cats will enjoy playing and scratching this furniture for hours on end. It is a good and healthy way to get them occupied and scratching on the post instead of on all your other furniture and curtains​

Pros

Sturdier than most cat towers and can accommodate muscular cats without buckling over the weight

Arrives in a gigantic box – no assembly required

All surfaces, even the ones inside, are covered in comfy carpet material

Cons

Some towers are crooked and since it’s so tall, it also very noticeable

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The Refined Feline Lotus Cat Tower

One of the most luxurious and best cat towers is this Refined Feline Lotus Cat Tower. It takes one look to realize that this one’s luxury cat furniture since it comes in a rich brown color that complements most homes. You would definitely love having this on display in the living room, since it has that elegant aura.

Also, it is a hit for most cats because it has five levels of varying heights, which provides a multitude of options for your cat to where it wants to lounge, sleep, stretch, and scratch for the day. There is a cushioned cubby hole in the lowest level, ideal for cats who love to sleep close to the ground.

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Cat behavioural expert Marilyn Krieger explains in this article why multi-tier condos like the Refined Feline Lotus Cat Tower appeal to cats. It stands very tall but is secured at the base and balanced all the way through.

Pros

Visually pleasing so you would enjoy it as furniture just as much as your cat friends would

Features multiple tunnel holes that cats enjoy navigating in

Doubles as a comfortable bed since the cubby condo is adorned with a comfy cushion

Cons

Not much for cats to chew on or scratch at, since it’s mostly hardwood

Needs careful assembly since it gets delivered in pieces

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Bowsers Cat Tower – Cool Hues

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Making it to our list of best condo reviews is the Bowsers Cat Tower – Cool Hues. Cats may have different preferences and idiosyncrasies, but one thing they all have in common is their love for boxes. Veterinarian Claudia Vinke of the Utrecht University explains this behaviour in a study, concluding that boxes help in cats’ stress reduction.

What’s better than a cozy box in the eye of our fur babies? Well, how about a cat tower that is basically a tall stack of boxes varying in sizes? Our cats would flip!!! Luckily, that is exactly what the Bowsers Cat Tower is. It even comes in cool colors that are attractive at first sight!

The five solid wood cubes containing various colors and holes could be arranged as you wish, but they vary in size so it is logical to put the largest cube in the lowest level to avoid imbalance of the cubes!

Pros

A unique cat tower that requires no assembly other than stacking boxes

Simple furniture that also requires a simple cleaning regimen (although cat hairs sometimes get stuck because of the fabric scrunches)

Look quite basic, but actually provides a stimulating experience for cats when they have to find a way to climb and go down using the tunnel holes, steps, and even the surfaces

Cons

Smallest box is only ideal for growing kittens

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New Cat Condos Premier 6′ Cat Tower

The best cat tower is one that provides physically stimulating exercises as well as a comfortable place for your fur baby to doze off. New Cat Condos Premier Cat Tower is exactly that. At six feet tall, it offers a multitude of activities your cat will surely enjoy whenever it is feeling lazy and rest-y and even when it is feeling frisky and adventurous.

At six feet tall and with four varying levels, this cat condo ensures every cat’s personal space remains un-invaded, even in households where there is more than one cat. It is made of wood, carpet, and sisal ropes that could withstand your cat’s manic scratching and biting, which by the way is perfectly normal, as proved by proved by Harvard-educated trainer Mieshelle Nagelschneider.

It comes in various colors for you to choose for, so no more sacrificing the aesthetic of your home just for a cat tower your cat will love. Cleaning this cat tower is also a no-brainer since you can both vacuum and dry clean it.

Pros

Heavy duty furniture that does not shake or topple over no matter the weight of the cat playing in it

Good for multiple-cat households

Comes with cat teaser toys that keep the cat’s attention

Cons

You have to check for loose and visible staples that could hurt your kitty

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IRIS 6-Tier Cat Tree Condo

Six-tier cat condos make for good and interesting cat furniture for two main reasons: the height makes it so that the uppermost level is the highest spot in the house, which cats really love, and it usually offers a multitude of other activities that will keep your cat occupied and entertained. With the IRIS 6-tier cat tree condo, both of these reasons are achieved.

There is a total of 8 scratching posts, 4 cubby hideouts, one dangling rope for a swing, more than 10 perching spots, and countless tunnels and holes that could stimulate your cat physically, mentally, and even visually. This can hold your feline’s attention for longer hours particularly because there are so many things they can do in here.

A little spray of catnip to seal the deal will guarantee limitless hours of fun and peace for your cat. No more scratches on the sofa bite marks on the curtains – only a cat wonderland where there are no unsatisfied cats and unnoticed toys.

Pros

Highly adjustable and may be personalized – most of its parts can be reoriented and moved to suit the preferences of your cat(s).

Made up of material that is comfortably soft, but can also withstand rough play

At 84 inches tall, it stands taller than most other cat condos

Cons

Could be quite tricky to assemble since the instruction manual is all photos

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TRIXIE Pet Products Baza Grande Cat Tower, Cream

If your cat’s one of the adorable ones that do not enjoy being in the highest spot in the room, you might want the TRIXIE Pet Grande Cat Tower since it’s not very tall but still offers all the comfort and entertainment as most trees in this best condo reviews list.

There are six short scratch posts in this cat tower where your kitties could sharpen their claws and fangs. When they get tired, the hammock and the cubby are always welcoming for a good cat nap. Most of the surfaces and the lounge are covered in fleece, so ultimate comfort is guaranteed for your soft kitties.

Do not be fooled by this cat tower’s cute and cuddly feel, though, because it is very sturdy! Two very healthy cats can even cuddle up against each other in the hammock and it will not buckle under the combined weight!

Pros

Comes with a teaser toy that provides entertainment options other than scratching and napping

The material is incredibly fluffy cats need only two seconds or less to get comfortable and doze off in one of the tiers.

Ideal for smaller kitten households where the cats are still very small to enjoy the gigantic cat condos

Cons

Hard to assemble

The cat teaser toy only lasts a few days

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TRIXIE Pet Products Miguel Fold and Store Cat Tower

Another cat condo that is perfect for those who do not have much space is the TRIXIE Pet Products Miguel Fold and Store Cat Tower. Unlike other cat towers that take eons to assemble and this assemble, it only takes one folding and unfolding action to make it stand and to tuck it away.

It has two layers – the lower bunk serves as a hideout bed while the surface on top is a lookout. Other added parts are the cat teaser toys and the sisal rope-made scratching pad which helps keep your cat’s claws and teeth in perfect shape.

A commendable feature of this cat tower is its balance since the cross function keeps it stable. This means that even the healthiest of felines could sit atop and the tower would not lose its balance.​

Pros

The included cat teaser toys are more durable than most dangling teaser toys

It’s a portable tower that even kids could assemble and take care of

Comes with a removable hammock cushion that you could easily throw in the laundry whenever it gets dirty

Cons

Does not offer many activities other than scratching, pouncing on the teaser toys, and lounging

Not ideal for households with multiple cats

Different Types of Cat Towers

If you have tried multiple cat towers but still fail to capture the affection of your fur babies, you might just be getting the wrong kind! Try to mix it up a bit and understand that what worked on other cats may not always interest your own unique friend. Here are some types you could try:

Multi-tier cat towers: Some cat towers stand as tall as six or seven feet and offer a good number of activity and exercise options. These are ideal for households that have more than one cat.

Luxury cat towers: Intricately styled and visually pleasing to the eye, luxury cat towers appeal to the sensibilities of some cats simply because of their elegance. If your felines seem not to respond to carpets and sisal ropes, it could be that they prefer harder surfaces like wood and plastic.

Natural log cat towers: Some cat towers are made up from actual barks and logs, and this type appeals to most outdoor cats since it simulates the feel of actual trees, hence it provides better sensation as scratch pads.

Box stacks: Cats who do not respond to usual condos and towers might just fall for the oldest trick in the book – cubes. Stacked cubes make wonderful cat towers too since they provide stress relief and the option for cats to traverse tunnels.

Final advice

Cats are finicky beings, so sometimes the only way to find out the furniture it would love and respond to is to try a few ones. It may be expensive and tiring, but, let’s face it, what wouldn’t we do for our lovely little cat best friends?

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