#Fixed Cat Spraying In House

[unheavenlyvision]

SLEEP OVER PT.1

pairing: fushiguro toji/reader

wc: 2.3k

summary: staying the night at your boyfriends place for the first time is nervewracking, especially when he seems to feel a certain way about you wearing his clothes

a/n; dilf dilf dilf dilf dilf dilf...uhm anyways...i lurv toji a lot and i needed to write something for him, i thought it would fix me but it may have made me worse :D also, i would like to write a part 2 for this maybe :3

warnings: 18+ only, smut, established relationship, tiny bit of possessiveness, (minor) size difference kink, heavy petting, dry humping, afab!reader, no use of pronouns or y/n, nicknames used; doll, ma'am (once in a joking way)

MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT

Hovering in Toji’s kitchen, you try to make yourself seem more relaxed, you’ve been in his house plenty of times now but this time is different. This is the first time you’re staying the night, alone, in his house, with him.

Besides heavy petting, nothing more has ever happened between the two of you, to say you have expectations is an understatement. It doesn’t have to happen but you’ve been together for a little bit now and there’s only so long you can hold out, you mean, have you seen Toji?

He’s been patient, you were initially the one who said you didn’t want to rush things, you were scared of just being a lay and asked him to wait until you felt ready, which he has respected. He’s respected it…too well, barely making out before he’s parting from you. The sexual frustration you’ve been feeling has you wound so tight that you might literally implode as soon as he touches you.

From across the counter separating you, he teases, “You gonna help me over here? Or did you propose baking together just to watch me do it for you?”

“Well… I am enjoying the view,” you flirt back, playing off the stiffness in your joints.

He raises a brow at you, “How about you flirt with me while whisking that bowl right there,” he nods down to the bowl just off to his side.

“Yessir,” you stand at attention and throw a little salute his way.

When you round the bench to stand next to him, he bumps into your shoulder with his own, “You feeling okay, doll?”

You hum and look up at him, ���Yeah, I’m good.”

It’s mostly quiet after that, aside from small talk and teasing remarks made while you finish prepping the ingredients. You told him that sleepovers needed brownies and he went out and bought stuff to make them, it was incredibly sweet and made you almost swoon on the spot when you showed up and he told you what he’d done.

Unluckily for you and your clumsy nature, his sink sprays a bunch of water down your front as you’re washing a dish. You let out an unceremonious squeaking sound at the sudden rush of cold running all the way down your pyjama shirt, to your pants.

The bowl Toji was holding clatters a bit as he drops it to be at your side, “What happened?” He asks before seeing your drenched clothes, an amused smile taking place where his concern was sitting, “You’re not much help in the kitchen, huh?”

“Hey!” you frown at him, “I am perfectly helpful, thank you very much. It’s not my fault your sink hates me.” You feel like a wet cat under his gaze, “What am I meant to do now? These are the only pyjamas I bought with me,” you pout slightly, looking down at your ruined clothes.

“Just wear something of mine,” he shrugs easily.

The idea of wearing his comfortable clothes makes your skin buzz, “Okay… thank you,” you mumble at him.

He scoffs at your sudden coyness, “You want me to pick something out for you or do you got it?”

“No, I got it,” you smile at him before turning to wander through the house to his room.

Shuffling through his drawers, you find a shirt and some sweatpants to wear. They’re large on you, the whole look incredibly baggy, having to pull the drawstrings on his sweats a bit tighter to make sure they stay up. You feel better though, warm, you hope he won’t mind but you had to borrow a pair of his boxers as well…

When you walk back into the kitchen, Toji does a double take on you, his eyes widening slightly, “You comfy?”

“Very,” you walk up to him, “You finish with the brownie mix?”

He stares at you for a moment before replying, “…Yeah, they’re in the oven.”

“Nice, putting the mix in the tray is my least favourite part, it’s always so sticky and messy and I end up getting frustrated because it won’t all go in and then I need another spoon to get the mix off the spatula and then I have to go back and forth…” You trail off, noticing he’s not really paying attention to what you’re saying, he is looking at you though, “Toji, Something wrong?”

He considers you for a moment, “You look cute,” is all he says.

You feel shy under his gaze now, not expecting him to compliment you so sincerely, “So do you?”

He barks a laugh at your clumsy compliment, “Alright, wanna watch something while we wait?” He changes the topic.

“Sure!”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is, his hand rests on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles but just because he’s not subtle doesn’t mean it’s not working. The tv plays some movie in front of the pair of you but you can’t pay attention, you’ve not retained a single plot point, his warm hand on your thigh is all you can feel, all you can register.

You have a feeling you’re going to have to be the one to break this, the weird limbo you’re both in. Turning your head to the side and looking up, you aren’t ready for how he’s already looking down at you, his hand on your thigh reaches for the side of your face, cradling you gently. He moves in slowly, giving you the chance to pull back in protest if you don’t want him to kiss you.

You want it though and lean up the rest of the way, kissing him deeply, wanting to put your lips on him for nearly the whole time you’ve been here. He meets your eagerness, his hand holding you more firmly, his tongue licking into your mouth, wanting to taste you. His body moves into yours more, his other hand grabbing at your hip.

His kisses grow rushed and he ends up trailing them to your neck, kissing and licking along the exposed skin there. The hand on your face angles you to his will, manoeuvring you every which way so he can get his lips on whatever part of you he desires.

Huffed out whine leave you at the way he nips at your skin, he has enough of the odd angle and pulls you onto his lap completely, sitting back as his hands roam your body over his clothes.

“Toji,” you whine out his name.

His eyes look into yours, “Do you need me to stop?”

Shaking your head at him, you say, “No, I need more…”

“You really do look cute in my clothes,” he murmurs, leaning in again and pressing a full kiss to your lips, “You look comfortable… all wrapped up in my clothes.” He reiterates that they are in fact his clothes you’re wearing.

His hands move under the large shirt, groping at your bare skin, delighting in the warmth and plushness of you. Your body breaks out in goose bumps as a noticeable shiver runs down your spine, his touch electrifying to you.

“My, how sensitive you are,” he teases you, a self-satisfied grin making its way onto his face.

“Shut up,” you snark back, “Just… kiss me again?”

His smile grows, “Yes ma’am,” he jokes before kissing you again.

You’re getting lost in it, in the feel of his lips on yours, it’s making you dizzy and needy. Your hips grind down into his on their own accord and Toji moans against you, surprised by the sudden friction. Recovering quickly, his hands grab your hips and encourage you to keep going, your clothed cunt dragging up and down his covered cock has spots in your vision.

Your hands grip the fabric of his shirt tight, your lips disconnecting from his every time you moan, only for him to press them back together. His dick twitches in his pants, painfully erect and sensitive, he has a feeling he could cum like this.

This is the furthest the two of you have gone so far and he’s not wasting this opportunity, he needs to see you cum, he needs to hear it. The grip he has on you is harsh, his hips rut up into yours which results in the most pathetic sound he’s ever heard coming from you… he needs more.  

Pulling back, you whinge, “Toji~ I wan– t more… I want more.”

“Well… I want you to cum while wearing my clothes,” he counters.

You gasp at his blunt words, “I–”

You don’t get the chance to finish your thought, his hips thrusting up, the shock delicious. His dick is leaking profusely in his pants, he’s way too sensitive right now, for his grown age. You’d asked to go slow and he complied but that didn’t mean he didn’t have to furiously jerk himself off after your visits.

Toji’s boxers are uncomfortably wet against your core, slick and stuck to your pussy with how worked up he’s gotten you. All the layers are upsetting you; you just want one less layer, his pants, your pants, you don’t care, you just need more.

“Toji, lemme take off the sweats, please, please, please,” you all but beg at him.

“No. Told you,” he scolds, “I want you cumming in my clothes.”

“Mmm but…” You hesitate.

You’ve caught his interest, quirking a brow at you, he asks, “But what?”

You decide to tell him even though you’re a little embarrassed, “I’m also wearing your boxers.”

He holds you still against him, a sound of objection coming from you at the lack of friction, “You’re wearing my boxers?”

You nod quickly, hoping for this line of questioning to be done soon, “I am.”

“Why?”

You look down, to where you’re sat on top of him, his large cock strained against his pants, you falter slightly in your answer, distracted. Toji’s hand tapping against your thigh brings you back, “Mine were wet from the sink…”

He tugs at the sweats, “Take these off, right now.”

Standing on wobbly legs, you undo the drawstring on his pants and slip them down.

Toji groans at the sight of your bare legs, “Lift up my shirt,” he directs.

Which you do, biting your lip, trying to fight off the urge to run away in embarrassment. Your hands hold his shirt up slightly, exposing to him how you’re wearing his boxers.

His eyes scan your lower half carefully, his heart stuttering in is chest. His light grey boxers dark where your arousal has pooled, “Fuck, come here,” he pats his lap, grabbing you when you’re close enough. “You’re so fucking wet, doll, shit.”

When you’re back on his lap, he wastes no time, his cock rubs between your folds, parting them from under his boxers, the friction different and consuming. This feels so much better than before, it feels almost intense after getting minimal sensation.

“Toji~ I don’t think I’ll last long like this,” you admit, feeling shame from how pathetic you must seem.

“Good,” he groans, his hips thrusting up into yours while his hands drag you back and forth on his cock, “I won’t either.”

To hear he’s just as effected by this as you are makes your cunt pulse around nothing, a whimper leaving you from how pathetically empty you feel, “I still want more,” you pout.

“Later,” he promises.

Your skin buzzes and your stomach clenches, your fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling impossibly close to finishing. Your eyes grow dazed, hot, huffed breaths leaving your parted lips. The sight has Toji’s cock twitching profusely, barely fighting off his orgasm, wanting to see you cum first.

“Come on, doll, I need to see it,” he tugs you quicker, your slick cunt sliding easily against his pants, the wetness seeping through the boxers onto them, “I need to see you cum for me.”

You shudder at his words, “I’m gonna–”

One of his hands leave your hip and slides to your face, his thumb pressing past your lips, you take it and suck on it, tongue licking the pad of it gently. A moan from deep in his chest rumbles under your hands, it’s all too much. Your cunt flutters against him and your eyes roll back, moans muffled around his thumb as your cum gushes from your pussy, coating his boxers even more.

Toji can’t help but watch, he’s watching you so closely, his cock cumming very suddenly. Your orgasm, the dumb look in your eyes, the flutter of your lashes, the shake in your body as you cum in his clothes undoes him. His own cum seeps into his pants, a large, wet stain growing on his sweats as his dick jerks with his orgasm.

He pulls his thumb from your mouth, dragging your lower lip down with it, “Fuck,” he bites out.

He rides out both your highs, lightly grinding his hips up into you as you both come down. Your form collapses into him, curling yourself around him. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as you jolt every now and again, it’s cute, he thinks.

You lay peacefully like this for a moment before you remember, “The brownies,” you try to pull yourself away from him.

“They’re fine, oven went off only a moment ago,” he hums.

“I’ll go grab them then,” you say.

“Alright, shaky, off you go,” he mocks you and your jelly legs.

Pulling back, you frown at him, “I will.”

He just smiles knowingly at you.

Crawling off him carefully, you stand on your shaky legs momentarily before sitting back down on the couch next to him, “Maybe you should go get them.”

“Mhm,” he answers, leaning over he presses a kiss to your cheek, “That’s what I thought.”

You cross your arms over your chest and scowl at him, pretending to be more upset than you actually are.

Toji goes into the kitchen and pulls the brownies out, he calls over to you, “So… I hope you like the corners of your brownies a little crispy.”

You can’t help but laugh at that.

PLAGIARISM NOT CONDONED | REPOSTS NOT AUTHORISED

[bluejutdae]

• Stray Kids as very specific vibes | OT8

Chan: brushing your teeth side by side, making sure the other sleeps enough, late night city dates, plaids, dimples, racing each other on the street, spraying perfume on pillow cases, trying new stuff, 3 am runs at the grocery store, trust, last minute flights, glass clinking, lightnings, early morning fog.

Minho: reading books to each other, cat cafés, cooking together, the crackling of the fireplace, the first snow of the season, camping and fishing, quiet acts of service, giving each others silly gifts, cats stickers all over the house, warm blankets and cups of tea.

Changbin: vanilla scented candles, gym dates, sharing food, laughing carelessly, meeting the families, kissing on the shoreline, summer days, sea salt on your skin, warm hands, blowing on birthday candles, quality time, feeling safe, warm bathrobes, the smell of fresh laundry.

Hyunjin: paint stains, oversized shirts, matching nail polish, staring into each other's eyes, waking up in the middle of the night, heart wrenching movies, holding hands, whispers at night, talking about true love, soulmates, words of affirmations, sharing a blanket, museum dates.

Jisung: hysteric laughing, iced americanos, playing catch, fixing hair behind the ear, sharing earrings, falling asleep on the floor, neon lights, chapped lips and bitten nails, sharing earbuds, calming tones, shaking hands, goodnight pecks, dreaming of flying, Icarus poems, silver jewelry.

Felix: late night train rides, sitting on a car roof to watch the sun rise, the fresh water of a pool, the relaxing presence of your best friend, videogames, arcades games, golden hour, pretty smiles, silly tattoos, sharing playlists, trying new food, learning to braid hair.

Seungmin: study dates, white and baby blue flowers, coffee stained pages, journals and diaries, house keys, silly key chains, good morning videocalls, matching outfits, the warm wind on a summer night, the smell of oranges in the air, the feeling of belonging, tight hugs.

Jeongin: the glint of the snow, cold hands around warm chocolate, daily outfit pics, playgrounds, pranks, sharing secrets, watching reality shows, watching the full moon, counting stars, no fear of being judged, first love, setting goals, singing out loud into fake microphones.

[gloomlet]

Gloomlet’s TS4 Script, Gameplay & Replacement Mods

So I decided to compile a list of all the script/gameplay mods that i use or have used in my game. This was mainly made for my personal use, but i’m sure it could be helpful to other people too!

UPDATE! PLEASE READ!! This list is no longer up to date - use the Google Doc! - 04/25/24

Basic & Recommended!

TS4 Mod Manager ui cheats extension mc command center Carl's Sims 4 Gameplay Overhaul Relationship & Pregnancy Overhaul Wonderful Whims The Mood Pack Mod First Impressions Contextual Social Interactions Simulation Lag Fix Teleport Any Sim Better Exceptions

CAS Mods

Stand still in CAS More Traits in CAS Tidy details in CAS More CAS columns Lifetime Aspirations Child Aspirations Set Housewife - Aspiration Unlimited Likes + Dislikes Preferences Plus Homebody - Preferences 100+ CAS Traits Resized Facial Piercings

Replacements & Retextures

Fan Art Maps Map Replacements Overhaul Clean UI Sims 1 & 2 Font LIS Fonts Fluffy Clouds (Ghibli Clouds) Feet replacement Hand replacement Bra + Panty Default Replacement better babies + bottle replacement Another baby bottle replacement Default Cutlery! Cute Kitchenware Replacement Boxing Gloves Aquarium Fish Recolor Ceiling replacement paint it up mod A brighter mop Selfie Override

Objects Phone Replacement Smaller dollhouses Switch Controller + console Game controller PS1 console pc game override Remote control sponge & spray override Another Sponge & Spray override

Electric Toothbrush Razor Bassinet override infant rug +  infant tub child drawing replacement weather controller Cats & Dogs Fireplace Headphone/earbud override Old-fashioned Suitcase The slightly nicer Tree House Fireplace Lil Campers Light

Replaced + more Interactions Bed Cuddles Better Woohoo Reactions Realistic Reactions Brush Teeth From Toothbrush Holders Wake-up animation Greetings

Visuals & effects No overhead effects No zzz No object highlight no plumbob please Smaller Mosaic Minimalist CC Icon More Holiday icons

Gameplay!

Playable Pets Slower infant needs Expanded Mermaids Who's Knocking More Visitors No Bad Microwave Buffs Memory Panel Smarter Pie Menu: Searchable Smart Sim Randomizer Play Chess on any computer Strangerville Story toggle

Careers & Jobs Career Overhaul New Careers Simdeed Recruitment Services Flex Part-Time Recruitment Agency Game Developer Career Ultimate Nursing Career Modeling Career Tumbling Tots Daycare Career Shear Brilliance - Cosmetology Seasonal Odd Jobs - Autumn Odd Job Overhaul Modeling and Makeup Odd Jobs Babysitting Gigs Freelance Chef

Education Uni Tweaks Education Overhaul Uni Application Overhaul University costs more Choose Your Roommate Long Distance Learning No Uni Housing Restrictions Uni Aspirations School Lunch Override Longer or Shorter Degree Requirements

Cooking + Food Food Retexture Pack 1, Pack 2, Pack 3 Breakfast Retextures Pizza Retexture Grannies Cookbook Chef Buffet S’more Options Srsly's Complete Cooking Overhaul Dine Out Reloaded Delivery Services Sims Eat and Drink Faster Porto Luminoso Market Cutouts Buyable Cakes Functional Mixer HCH Mixer & Cookbook Functional Air fryer Functional Blender Functional Cookie jar Another Cookie Jar Functional Toaster Functional Cake Stand Functional Rice cooker Functional Pressure Cooker Boba Tea Add-ons Functional Beer Functional Frozen Ice Cart

Pregnancy Realistic Pregnancy Cherished Moments - Pregnancy Science Baby Tweak

Services & Apps Sim National Bank “SimDa” Dating App Exchange Store

Interactions Meaningful Stories Cute Romance Drama Mod Autonomous Go Steady and Propose Autonomous Break Up and Divorce Dynamic Teen Life Parent-Child Relationships Let's Get Fit Modpack Sumba Fitness

Functional Items Playful Toddler Pack Toddler Play Telephone Little Chef’s Toy Kitchen Void Critter Tablet Functional Pool Slide

Functional Toy Bin Functional Hopscotch Functional Broom Functional Paper Sketchpad Functional Drumkit Functional Spiral Staircases In Your Safe Piggy Banks Film Reaper Movie Theater Left End Counter Dishwaser

Random Small mods

Loading and CAS screens

Free Sims 4, Free Loading Screen Bonehilda Loading Screen Custom Color loading screens Lights Out Loading Screen The Blues Collection Loading Screen Lin Sims Loading Screens San Sequoia Loading Screens Abstract Art + Landscape Loading Screens H-O-B & Sulani Loading Screens Autumn Loading Screens Pink Kitten Animated Loading Screen Life is Strange Loading Screens Cloudy TS2 CAS Background Ocean Waves CAS Room Old School - CAS Room Modern Minimalism CAS Room Plumbob replacements Crystal Loading Screens

lighting mods

sunblind lighting + installation Milk Thistle Better in-game lighting Gentle CAS lighting

[sanguineterrain]

Hi! I saw your post on Halloween prompts and if your still taking them may I request

Jason was born a werewolf and they're used to their transformations and abilities. They're out on a walk when they find Reader, a human-just-turned-werewolf. Jason decides it's their job to take care of Reader until they're able to use all their powers efficiently, etc. Both didn't expect to catch feelings along the way.

Or

Werewolves are actively hunted down and humans even carry specific silver items and spray to ward them off if they suspect someone of being one. Reader finds Jason, an injured werewolf, hiding in their backyard. They don't have the heart to chase them away, instead opting to heal and hide them away from the hunters after them.

Fem!reader if possible?

Prompts from @promptspa

hi there! thanks for the prompt. i decided to go with the 2nd one, but i tweaked it a little. reader is gender neutral simply because there wasn't any moment to identify gender, but you are free to picture them as female! hope you like :)

werewolf!jason todd x gn!reader | injured jason, tending to wounds, wolf form, reader and jason knew each other when he was robin.

****

"...In other news, reports of animal attacks have skyrocketed, leaving Gotham citizens paranoid. The mayor is enforcing a six o'clock curfew, urging citizens to lock their doors and keep pets inside. Now we have Dan with the weather—"

You mute the TV, stand, and stretch. The wind howls outside, rattling the roof slats. Dan, the weatherman, soundlessly describes how it's only going to get colder this week. That reminds you of Lucy, your Ragdoll. She's been outside for most of the evening.

"Lucy," you call, opening the bag of cat food. Usually, the sound causes her to race into the kitchen, claws clicking on the floor.

But there's no sound. You stop what you're doing and stand instead, moving to the stairs.

"Lucy?"

Nothing.

Animal attacks. Your stomach churns at the thought.

Gotham News often exaggerates that stuff since they're so anti-lycan. Werewolves don't attack animals and haven't done so for centuries unless they're desperate for food. But most citizens don't know that and will happily buy into the scare tactics. You can't afford to, living miles outside of the city.

You head outside when Lucy still doesn't appear. Logically, you know werewolves wouldn't attack your seven pound cat that's seventy percent fur. You know that. But something still feels wrong.

You search around the house first, using your phone as a flashlight. Then you walk toward the shed. That's when you hear meowing.

"Lucy!" you yell. "It's alright, Lucy, come on!"

Lucy makes no motion to move. She meows incessantly, urgent, yowling meows that make you rush over and check her for injuries. She continues to meow, even when you don't find an injury.

"What's wrong, Lucy? What's happened?"

You stroke her back, but nothing calms her. One time, she ran into a skunk, and that had spooked her. It also resulted in three baths to get the smell out.

But the skunk had attacked her then. Here, Lucy is unharmed, but whatever she's seen, it's scared her beyond comforting.

She continues to meow, eyes fixed on the shed. You take a deep breath and go to the shed. Lucy's meows get louder.

"It's alright, Lucy," you say, but now your heart is thumping. The wind rattles the padlock, which is odd, so you shine the light on it.

The lock is broken. You pull open the door, ready to run.

A soft whine comes from inside the shed. You shine your light, and the creature shies away, except it's too big to avoid the light completely. Too big to be a regular animal...

You make out black fur, large ears, and a tail. You gasp. The wolf whines again, curling into the corner like it's trying to make itself small.

There's a trail of blood on the ground. Without getting closer, you can't tell where the blood is from. But if it's enough to make the creature whine, it must be a deep wound.

"I'm not a hunter," you say slowly, and its ears twitch at that. "I'm not here to hurt you. No silver, see?"

You pull out your pockets, unzip your coat, and show your hands. The wolf watches you silently. Its head comes into view, and now you can see that the wolf is male.

And his eyes. His eyes are what confirm your suspicions; they are too intelligent to not be supernatural, glowing an eerie green.

He's an adult wolf, from what you can tell, but still young, his fur dark and thick. His youth doesn't make him any less intimidating, though. He looks much like the pictures of werewolves the antis use to scare people: huge, long body, glowing eyes, claws. He must be double your size, at least.

Lucy has stopped meowing. Now she just stares alongside you, keeping her distance. No wonder she was so distressed.

The wolf suddenly stands, and you take several steps back, heart racing. You hate being scared, hate letting the news report get into your head.

The wolf lies on his back with jerky, uncoordinated movements. He makes a desperate noise and shows his belly.

Knife wounds. Big ones. If he wasn't a wolf, he'd be dead.

"Holy shit," you say. "Oh my God."

This is as vulnerable as any creature can be. But you're just as much a stranger to him as he is to you. Why is he trusting you like this?

You've only known one werewolf in your life. And he's never coming back.

The wolf whimpers again. You nod quickly.

"Okay," you whisper. "It's okay. I'll patch you up."

The wolf sags against the ground, and you run out of the shed, your stomach turning at the thought of another wolf dying.

Lucy follows you, clinging to your ankles, and you try not to trip over her as you gather supplies from the house. She doesn't follow you back outside.

You return to the shed and thread a needle. Then you take a step forward and wait. When he makes no move to attack, you close the distance slowly and crouch by his belly.

His fur is matted and torn in odd places. Carefully, you place a hand on his belly. He doesn't move.

"I'm going to pour the antiseptic now," you say.

The wolf watches as you do. He tenses but doesn't make any more sounds as you clean his wound. Almost like he's used to the feeling.

You feel up his fur for other wounds. That's when you feel a scar that runs from his chest to where his bellybutton would be. It's Y-shaped.

"What—" you say in horror. "What did they do to you?"

The wolf whines again.

"Right, right. Sorry. I'm going to sew you up."

He lets you tend to his wounds without a hitch. He's unusually comfortable with your touch; he doesn't howl or flinch when you touch him, and any warning sounds are gentle.

You finish the stitches and top it with a bandage. He waits patiently, not moving an inch. You haven't done this in years; you never thought your medic training would come in handy again.

Nightingale. That's what the Bats called you. That's who you might've become eons ago, until...

"I won't turn you in," you say when you finish.

The wolf blinks at you.

"But you know that, don't you?"

He protests when you pull a blanket over him. He whines and nudges you away with his nose.

"It's cold here, and I can't carry you inside," you say.

He drags the blanket off with his teeth and throws it onto your lap. You smile and put it back on him.

"I'll be fine. I have blankets inside. Get some sleep."

You start to stand, and his whines become barks. He tries to stand with you, pawing at your knee.

"Whoa, hey! Don't, you'll pull your stitches. What's wrong?"

He barks again, and nods at the forest line outside in the distance. Then he licks at his bandage.

"You're afraid the people who hurt you will get you?" you ask.

He chuffs and licks your hand.

"You're afraid they'll get... me?"

He nudges your shoulder. You touch his head and make a soft noise.

"Okay. I'll stay and keep watch. If I hear anything, I'll wake you, alright?"

The wolf grunts, then finally lays down. He shuffles closer to you, so his body is practically on your legs. He runs hot, and with him so near, you hardly feel the cold.

The wolf falls asleep before you.

****

It has been a long time since you trained with a Bat, and your nocturnal practices have faded since then.

So you wake up in the shed with a backache.

Black fur tickles your hand, and you open your eyes.

But it's not a wolf at your feet; it's a man.

A man wearing a dead boy's face.

He awakens as you do, bare and bandaged beneath the blanket. Those odd green eyes stare at you. They're wrong; all of him is wrong, but his face... you know that face.

"Jason?" you whisper, chest tight.

His sigh is full of grief.

"Hey, Nightingale."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being "negative" about a bunny and refusing to apologize? I don't think I can really shorten this, so I'm sorry for the lack of a TL;DR :/ It's pretty long!! TW for animal death(and potentially animal abuse?)

My mom(42 F) has a habit of randomly bringing pets home. For context, she's a single mother with four kids, with me(17) being the oldest, alongside my sister("E",13) and my two brothers(7 and 4, not relevant to the story). My sister and I share a room and my brothers share one too. My mom works a job that involves sleeping at work and doesn't think it's worth it for us to rent a three bedroom, so she sleeps on the couch on her nights off.

The first time was mid-2020 when she brought home a feral kitten my grandpa found underneath his house. What was supposed to be a family pet quickly turned into a pet that was kept only to E's and my room. He had some sort of sinus issue where he snotted everywhere all the time, so snot was constantly needing to be cleaned and being found randomly on our things. The cat was eventually rehomed after a year because it scratched my sister really badly to the point that my mom was concerned she would need stitches(she didn't. the cat didn't like being pet / touched and my sister wouldn't respect its boundries).

The second time was another cat(2021) that followed my mom from her cat to her place of work. This was when I started getting frustrated with my mom randomly bringing home animals, since the same set up that happened last time happened again- except this time, the cat got old enough to spray, and my mom kept forgetting to get him fixed so our room just smelled fucking awful. This cat was also rehomed when I broke down after realizing it has sprayed all over my books. I told my mom he either needed to be fixed or she needed to get rid of him. He was gone the next week.

Then last year it happened again- except this time, with a puppy(2022). My aunt was looking to get a new dog and sent some puppy photos to my mom, which she cooed over and showed me. She told me she was considering bringing one home, which I instantly told her was a bad idea and went over all the cons. Mom seemed to agree. Then guess what happened to be an early Christmas gift.... -_-

My sister and I took charge on the dog. We got our brothers to agree on a name for him(anyone with younger siblings knows this is a BIG deal lmao), started attempting to crate train him(basically making sure he's okay with eventually being left alone without crying the whole time), and we were the only ones trying to potty train him. Our mom didn't stick to any of this(including choosing a new name??) and the dog still isn't potty trained, and I'm the only one other than my mom that doesn't refuse to clean up after him. The dog doesn't stay in our room like the other animals, but it took months for my sister and I to convince our mom to get a hook lock for our door so the dog wouldn't keep coming in and peeing. The dog didn't end up getting rehomed, but now regularly stays at our aunt's house way more than ours.

It's worth noting at this point that all of these pets were "family pets" according to mom, and she would get upset when me and E pointed out we were really the only one taking care of them. The dog evened out after a while and now it's mostly my mom and I doing the work when he's here, but the cats are still a point of tension for us.

And now. For the fucking bunny!! Jesus christ I'm sorry there's so much backstory to this!!

A week ago my sister comes into our room and wakes me up to tell me mom brought home a baby bunny. It was scary small(3.5 inches long not stretching, 2 weeks old), and wasn't moving much but was clearly alive. My mom said it ran into my Nana's yard after the dog next door scared it off, and it's pretty safe to assume the nest is destroyed. But instead of bringing the rabbit to a wildlife rehab or something, my mom brought it home and told my sister she could keep it. They then put it in a box with some grass and water and did no further research.

I was pretty livid, because 1. This is a WILD rabbit. That's a crime in my state, 2. I think it was insanely irresponsible for my mom to drop this on us, 3. This is not a pet and it's very likely it'll die in our care just from us not being experienced, and 4. On a very basic and selfish level, I didn't want to take care of this animal and I didn't want it in our room(which it had to be). But E has been asking for a bunny for years, so for once she wasn't on my side about a new pet being dropped on us. So I was pretty outnumbered.

I kept pushing for my mom to contact a professional at the very least to ask about its diet(it's very easy to kill baby bunnies by feeding them the wrong thing), and kept trying to get my sister to stop holding / petting it since rabbits can die of stress. My mom listened after a day and my sister never did. Tbh I also thought if my mom contacted a professional the pro would tell her to absolutely not keep the bunny? But it was never brought up in their convo, so I think my mom might have lied about it or something, idk.

I continued being "negetive" about the rabbit and my sister kicked me out of our room for it. I refused to care for it too, even though my mom kept insisting it was a "family" pet(without me it was just her and E taking care of it, and since it stayed in our room my brothers never really got to see it). To be honest I really didn't feel like I had a lot of options, and I thought if I didn't help then maybe they would get overwhelmed or something and decide to give it to a professional. But I still kept trying to give pet care advice, because I didn't want any harm to come to the bunny(for example, my sister likes our room to never have to ac on, but i made sure she was keeping it cool enough for the bunny).

Well... After four days, the bunny died. E was pretty heartbroken, obviously, and my mom was sad, but to be honest I'm just sort of bitter. I'm upset a rabbit died just because my mom wouldn't listen. For more context, I also thought bringing in the bunny was a bad idea because my sister recently lost her dad, and I knew if it didn't end well this would just add more grief to her life. I 100% don't think she's TA in this situation, even if she has frustrated me.

I'm still pretty pissed at my mom for all of this, so yesterday when she sat me down and told me I should apologize to E for how I behaved, I didn't take it well. She said my negetivity made it so E didn't fully enjoy her time with the bunny, and that if I had handled things differently maybe things would have tunred out better. I know E has been avoiding me, which started when we first got the bunny and she kicked me out of the room for being too negetive. I feel like she just needs time to process, and to be honest I don't think this is something I should apologize for, even if it is an apology just to make her feel better. It feels like that would be irresponsible of me? Idk. I told my mom none of this would have happened if SHE hadn't been so irresponsible and brought the bunny home to a grieving teenager, when there wasn't much of a chance of the bunny surviving with us in the first place, but tbh ever since her dad died I've been really trying to do right by E, so I second-guess myself a lot now.

So AITA for being negetive about the bunny and refusing to apologize? To be clear again I don't think E is TA here, but they're both upset with me so idk.

What are these acronyms?

[alicerosejensen]

Okay, this is my headcanon! But I think Leon needs a REGULAR civilian girl. I have nothing against Ada (I love that woman) but with Leon you can hit me a dozen times, I can't see her. Their relationship, in my understanding, is toxic. Leon is clearly tired of playing cat and mouse with Ada.

So, my main (and favorite) headcanon is that Leon's partner is still younger than him, and is a student at the College of Arts and Culture. Perhaps she knows how to play the piano or some ancient instrument (the lute? guitars are for wimps). If she knows how to shoot or Leon himself taught her this. Of course, she does not carry a gun with her, but a gas spray must be! Leon will remind her several times to keep it in her jacket pocket.

Her gun always pulls a bit to the left. But in reality it is not, she just shoots askew. But playfully blames Leon.

Leon teaches her how to properly hold a weapon, reload it, but sincerely hopes that this will never come in handy for her. (Besides, I'm just sure that Leon will definitely praise her if she hits the target. It can be nice words or a gentle kiss on the back of the head).

Fluffy Leon. He is very gentle with her, flirts a lot, sometimes even too much. Sometimes he says various smut, only to deliberately embarrass her. But he likes it when she starts to play along, although he likes reddening cheeks from embarrassment more. And no, Leon will not tell her about his work until the last. He does not want to endanger a dear person. Relations with him are also not easy, because Leon is a very reserved person: he is ready to lend a helping hand, but hates to accept it. So it's hard to know what's on his mind. And all if you knock on his "shell" a little, I'm sure that Mr. Kennedy would allow himself to be comforted by insignificant signs of attention. In addition, it certainly relaxes him, as his beloved talks about some historical person.

“Do you know Anne Boleyn? I recently read Alison Weir, "Anne Boleyn, a king’s obsession. Henry VII is just a big pig! He wanted a son, but in the end, his daughter became the Great Queen anyway! He didn't deserve any of his wives."

Leon is unlikely to listen carefully if he has just returned from a mission. Most of the time he will disappear into the bar emptying the stocks of whiskey, but if his mental state is stable, then he is really interested, but not always...

She is literally his sunshine! Unfortunately, when Leon is drunk, he can rudely push away (not physically. Raising a hand to his beloved is beyond impossible for him). He will definitely apologize the next morning, but will feel like a bastard for having snapped at his love. Even if she forgives him.

Tries to fix a mistake. A gift or help around the house... Leon understands that it's hard with him, understands that she can find another good guy, and he will let her go without problems, considering himself not the best option for her. Yes, it will hurt him, but if it's for the best, he'll understand. True, leaving him will be accompanied by another hard drinking.

"I don’t want to leave, but I don’t understand what is happening to you! You are very dear to me, it hurts me to see that you are ruining yourself, Leon!"

The words that at least someone needs him, not as a federal agent, but as a person will break him. Leon would hug her, bury his nose in the crook of her neck, and most likely let himself cry. He's fucking tired of B.O.O, he's always dreamed of having a family and helping people as a cop! His life shouldn't be like this!

Their sex balances on the verge of tenderness and rudeness. I don't think Leon has a fetish for choking, for example. He can grab him by the neck, but he won't squeeze. Suddenly he miscalculates his strength and causes harm ... nevertheless, he still dominates, although Leon is a giver, so he will make sure that his partner gets the highest pleasure from making love to him.

The agent reacts quite calmly when his girlfriend puts her leg on his hip. True, he doesn't like it when she takes up the entire bed, trying to push Kennedy to the floor in his sleep. Sometimes she can be very active in this.

He's fought B.O.O., zombies, and more, but he doesn't always manage to stay on his bed at night. Because this woman prefers to take everything.

The couch is also comfortable.

"Why were you sleeping on the couch?

Leon will come up with some kind of go-ahead, but will not tell the truth

Nothing strange, just a man with the last name of the president lost a bed to his girlfriend.

I think because of the age difference, Leon is afraid to marry his girlfriend. To be more precise, he is afraid that she will become a target for his enemies. If something happened to her through his fault, he would never forgive himself for it. And let the D.S.O shove all the programs to protect the relatives of their agents up their ass (I hope they have such)

If an outbreak of a new virus occurs again, Leon will climb even to hell for his beloved. He's already protected Ashley from the ganado and Las Plagas, so keeping his beloved safe from the new stuff will be a priority for him. Leon is trained to deal with this, but she is not, but this does not mean that she will not hit the zombies with a tire iron or a bat in order to protect herself, but once again she will not stick out from behind Leon's back. But she may have to take a few shots, which is unlikely to kill the zombies.

"You have to shoot right in the head."

"This is my friend! You SHOT my friend! He... he... I could..."

"He's not human anymore."

"HE WAS MY FRIEND! Who gave you the right to kill people?!"

Yeap, she fired first, but...Leon realizes it's just a shock. He didn't tell her anything about where he actually works, so her fear is entirely justified. The gun she found will be in his holster, and he will carefully make his way with her through this shit to leave her in a safe place.

Hit a zombie in the head with a tire iron when he wants to attack Leon from behind? She has courage. Maybe she's not a spy like Ada; she doesn't look like Helena or Claire, but she tries her best to hold on even if she has nightmares afterwards.

Some riddles can be solved faster than Leon. Need to quote Kafka or remember an important historical date? Next to Leon is a walking encyclopedia. Play a couple of chords? Problematic, but not critical.

She is his sunlight... or the light from a flashlight. Leon's lantern broke, so...

"Please don't shine in my eyes, baby." "I'm Sorry."

Leon will have to say goodbye to his leather jacket, but it's a joke, he'll give it to her himself.

They will walk this path together. Most likely, Leon will leave her in a safe place, thinking that she does not need a relationship with him. Most importantly, he saved her life.

-Hey, Mr. John Wick, - Leon turned around in confusion at a face stained with someone else's blood, where a tired smile bloomed. - Will you teach me how to suplex when you get back?

-Better we just take a hot shower together.

- I don't think I'll be going back to college any time soon, so I'll wait for you to come back. And I'm sorry about what I said to you on campus. I probably wouldn't have survived without you. Damn, I'd be torn to pieces.

- I understand.

- We'll talk calmly when it's over, right? I probably didn't know much about you. Will this end, Leon?

- Sure.

He'll be back, really. When he finishes off another bastard who has arranged a new outbreak of the virus.

[t00thpasteface]

this super cute and petite tom showed up at my house today!

we can't bring him in because we've got three girl cats and don't want him spraying (he's still intact) or spreading any fleas/mites/etc, but he's incredibly polite and friendly so we've brought him some kibble to help him get by. thankfully it doesn't get too terribly cold at night here in texas, but i'll see about setting up a box with some towels for him to sleep in in the meantime.

he was very hungry but he doesn't look starved and he's not covered in the usual injuries/conditions you see on strays that have been fending for themselves for a long time. he only has a couple tiny nose scars and a mild case of mites on one ear. the odd thing is that he has a shaved leg with a small cut, so someone must've taken him to a vet to have him looked at very recently, so we think he's a stray someone took in and got loose again. but it's very strange because they evidently didn't get him fixed! we're going to ask around and see if he belongs to anyone. he has a really high pitched and cracking meow so i started calling him Squeaker 🐈

[abarbaricyalp]

Fill for the @samsseptember prompt Figaro! // Rated G // CW: Grief, depression (wow I did two sad fills)

Magnifico

Sam wasn't sure if the term caterwauling had any relation to cats themselves, but he was beginning to suspect it did. For the third time that morning, he got out of bed and went to the window, wrenched it open, and stared at the stray cat outside. It literally stopped its mournful cry as soon as Sam was back in its sights. It was a sad looking little thing. Dirty enough to look grey and brown instead of black and white. It had a little scar over its nose and a snip on its ear.

"You need to be quiet," Sam said. "Aren't you worried about attracting dogs to you?"

It had not been a good morning. Or night. Or week. Or really most of the days beyond that. The last thing Sam needed was to listen to a cat howl outside his window all damn morning.

"Quiet," he repeated. "Go back to sleep."

The stray had appeared about a week ago. It didn't have any collar and its little nose scar was more red back then. Healed fast, Sam noted the next time he'd seen it. He was pretty certain it had come from one of the other apartment complexes around. He knew there were always people gushing or bitching about the local strays in the neighborhood page. This cat was young enough that Sam figured it was booted out of a stray colony for being a boy. Did cats do that kind of thing? Or maybe it just wanted to sow wild oats or something. Well, not that either. The ticked ear meant it was fixed.

Sam pulled his window down again and turned to face plant on the foot of his bed. He did not get the chance. The cat let out another long mewl and Sam may have let out a cry of his own.

"Samuel Thomas, don't you feed that stray," his mama's voice echoed in his head as he stomped into the kitchen and pulled out too many slices of deli ham from the package. "It won't never leave, if you do that," she finished as he came back into his bedroom.

Well, his mama was the best of women and people, but she was hypocrite here because Sam had seen her feeding all the neighborhood strays on more than one occasion.

He ripped the ham into pieces that would probably be too big for the semi-kitten and then threw them out the window. The cat clearly didn't have Sam's concerns about the size of the ham. It scarfed down the food without chewing.

"Good, now be quiet," Sam said again. But before he could close the window, the kitten had jumped up onto the window sill. It pushed its head against Sam's hand for a second and then jumped down into his bedroom and carried on through the house.

Sam stared after it. "Um, excuse me," he called after it. "You don't live here."

This did not faze the cat. It poked its head into each doorway and genuinely seemed to be examining the rooms or closets. It was comfortable walking through the hallway and into the bright, sunlit living room, where it jumped up into the couch, turned in a circle, and then laid down.

Sam followed after it, feeling a little dumbfounded. "That's not your spot. Come on, let's go." He crossed to the door and opened it, then gestured outside. "Back to where you belong."

The cat looked at him and then the door, then let out one of those long plaintive cries again until Sam finally shut the door. A creature that small should not have that much air in it.

"Okay, listen. You're not staying here," he said. "But I'm exhausted and my chest hurts and I don't want to fight you right now. So if I go back to sleep, will you not destroy my apartment?"

The cat blinked at him and then started making biscuits on his cushion. Sam sighed. He didn't have anything to give a cat. He hadn't had a pet since Sarah begged their parents for hamsters when she was fourteen. Those had been enough of a spectacle, much less an entire feral cat.

He opted for some canned tuna in a Tupperware lid and some water in the bowl of it. He had to Google what an acceptable cat litter substitute was. The last thing he needed was for this cat to spray his entire house right before he was planning on packing up and moving out of DC and away from all the memories it brought with it. Evidently, there were plenty of foods that could be used, but Sam had half a bag of potting soil and that was probably better than filling a shoe box with rice.

"This is yours," he told the cat. "Don't scratch anything."

It took until he was laying in his dark bedroom again--curtains drawn back over the windows--for it to occur to him that he was giving the cat instructions like it could understand him. He'd fully lost it. This must just be a wild dream, concocted from the sound of the cat outside and a late night binge through the neighborhood app and its drama.

None of which stopped him from falling right back asleep anyway. Right back into the same nightmares and tossing and turning that left him so damn exhausted all of the time. It was funny, the trajectory of his sleep patterns. As a teenager, he could sleep through hurricanes, his mama said. And then in the military, he’d become accustomed to jumping at the slightest sound. And now he was stuck in some perpetual torture chamber of the middle. Awaking at every creak in his old house on the good days and sleeping so hard he fell right into the waiting arms of nightmares on the bad ones. He was exhausted all of the time. And when he woke and had to deal with the walking nightmares, rest never managed to find him then either.

DC had been his idea. This house had been Riley’s. And now, again, Sam found himself in a relentless middle. Stuck in a house that was haunted by a man who had only been in it for the tour and stuck in a city where none of his dreams were accessible anymore. The only reason he’d said DC was because they were supposed to be growing the Falcon program. Lobbying for a bigger team, better tech. Training with other branches. Making a name for themselves. Together. And now the program was dead and Riley was…

Sam was so damn tired.

Hours, or maybe minutes, later, Sam woke up, choking on a cry. And the weight on his chest. His hands fell from their wild grab towards nothing at all and settled on the furball using his chest as a bed.

“You had the whole couch,” he said. The cat did not care that his voice was watery. It didn’t even look up at him. “And you chose the two feet of space I’m taking up?”

The cat’s purr just got deeper, burrowing down to Sam’s bones. He wasn’t as tense as he normally was after a nightmare. He couldn’t be with this thing vibrating it all away. Idly, he stroked his fingers over the cat’s fur until it tucked its head under his hand and he stilled again.

“You’re gonna stay, aren’t you?” he asked with a sigh. The cat purred. “Yeah, you’re gonna stay. I’m gonna keep you.” It would require more googling. And he should probably actually walk into a store to get supplies, rather than wait for it to ship to him. God, that was going to suck. It’d involve a shower and clean clothes and digging his keys out from wherever they’d been last time he’d thrown them across the room because the house key was supposed to be Riley’s. He’d have to plaster on a smile and make small talk. Small talk was like salt in the open wound of grief, he’d found.

Still, the cat needed litter and food. Canned tuna wasn’t good for anyone long term.

“You need a name too,” he told the cat. “I’m gonna bother you for a second,” he added and then picked up the kitten and looked under its tail. “I assume you’re a boy. I’m not really a cat guy, I dunno. Maybe you’re just weirdly fuzzy. But probably not.”

The cat mewled and chirped until Sam set him down on his chest again. Then he went right back to purring away, though now he was looking up at Sam as well.

“What about the cat from Aristocats?” Sam suggested. “Ah, nah. I don’t remember his name. What about Max? Oreo? Is that too on the nose? Sir Crumpet Von Fox Huntington III. Fox? It’s kind of funny when animals have other animal names. Would be an ode to the fact I haven’t done anything except switch out X-Files DVDs all week.”

The cat crept up Sam’s chest and he worried he was about to be attacked in the face. But he just settled down against Sam’s throat and started up his purr motor again.

“Okay,” Sam conceded. The kitten’s weight turned his own voice into a rumbling purr. “We’ll figure out a name a little later. Maybe something from a song. Marvin? Bowie? Freddie? Franklin?”

The cat licked the underside of Sam’s jaw and it was both extremely unpleasant in texture and delightful in sentiment. “You can’t eat me yet,” Sam said warningly. “Give a guy a few days to make a good impression. Let me clean first, y’know. Treat you to some fancy food.”

The cat purred his agreement and Sam smiled for the first time in days.

[kyeomsense]

can we start over? (lee seokmin) — preview

lee seokmin x f!reader

preview of a longer fic in the works

fluff..? (this part at least)

wc: ~1.3k

synopsis: you’ve never been one to give second chances. but for seokmin, you’d do it all over again.

it’s december. you know it is when you feel frosty wind leaking into your apartment even through your cozy puffer jacket. as you peer into your full-body mirror before heading to work, your hands snugly secure a thick scarf around your neck. you doubt it’ll keep the cold out much, but you’ll have to make due.

you head out, shutting the door and turning on your heel to pop your key in the lock. the trek to work is always rough, but you have a feeling that this time will be particularly miserable.

your suspicion is confirmed when you open the door of your complex and are greeted with a shrill howl from the wind. the cold smacks your face as you exit and begin walking to the small cafe you call your second home. a thick blanket of snow covers the sidewalk, making it neary impossible for you to yank your feet forward.

when you reach the cafe, you spot your cat-eyed co-worker wiping off tables. “hey, wonwoo,” you greet, shaking off the snow housed in the crevices of your puffer.

“hey. your car still broken?” he asks.

“mhm. haven’t had the chance to get it fixed yet,” you sigh. you strip yourself of your thick outerwear and slip into your apron. “i don’t have the money, either.”

wonwoo hums in response. “if you need a ride, you can always call, yknow.”

you scoff at his suggestion, laughing a little as you imagine it. “call you? wonwoo, i’m not getting on your death trap bike.”

“it’s not a death trap, it’s safe—”

“it’s so a death trap,” mingyu chimes in from behind the counter as he slides a hot chocolate towards you. you give him a quick thanks before grasping the drink.

wonwoo rolls his eyes, pushing his glasses up a bit as he shifts to spray down the next table. you make your way behind the counter, letting their bickering act as white noise as you clock in for the day and begin organizing the displays.

twenty minutes later, when wonwoo flips the closed sign to open, a rush of customers fills the cafe. you and mingyu get to work, alternating between making drinks, heating pastries, and taking orders. you hate this time of the year, mostly because the cafe gets extra busy with customers who are all extra cranky due to the cold. plus, every time the door opens, you can feel a gust of frost engulf the cash register through your casual sweater and apron.

the day goes by uneventfully. there’s the usual mishaps, such as mingyu dropping a drink and the grumpy customer complaining about their order, but nothing much. by the time you’re ready to leave, it’s late in the evening. wonwoo’s settled behind the register counting bills while mingyu is deep cleaning the espresso maker. it’s almost time to close up, but that doesn’t stop a group of rowdy university students from plowing through the entrance and trickling snow across the wooden floors.

“wonwoo? didn’t know you worked here.” one of them chirps. his navy blue overcoat and matching converse don’t ring any bells in your memory.

wonwoo shrugs. “hey, kwan. looking for gyu? he’s cleaning up right now, but he should be done soon.”

the boy nods and motions for the others to grab a table. “you guys aren’t closed yet, right?”

as you’re about to chime in that you close in five minutes, wonwoo beats you to it. he lets out a soft sigh before slapping on his customer service smile and letting out a reluctant “no.”

when wonwoo begins scribbling notes onto his yellow notepad, you take it as your signal to adjust your apron and take your place behind the counter once more. for some reason, you feel a soft prick at the back of your neck, almost as if you were being watched. you shrug it off before you can think anything more of it and get to work on the array of drinks.

two hazelnut lattes, an iced americano (in this weather?), and a hot chocolate.

mingyu peeps his head out from the back as you and wonwoo finish up the drinks. “hey. i thought we were closed?”

you throw him a scoff. “we were gonna, but we got a few orders. your friends are here, by the way.” you tilt your head in the direction of the group of boys.

at the mention of them, mingyu slinks out from the back room and rushes to greet them. wonwoo huffs. “his friends came and ordered all this, but he isn’t helping.”

a light laugh escapes you in response before you call out the drinks. one by one, the boys stand make their way towards the counter. they all say their quick ‘thank you’s before settling down at their table, mingyu included.

“gyu, are you gonna close up?” wonwoo calls.

mingyu hollers back a clumsy ‘yes’ before returning to his exciting conversation with his friends. you shrug at wonwoo before turning the open sign to closed and returning to spray down the tables.

“i’m off for the night. i can stay if you need a ride, though?” wonwoo asks, pulling his thick hoodie on.

you shake your head. “no, i’ll be fine. it’s only a ten minute walk.”

he doesn’t push the subject any further and waves you goodbye as he leaves. you’re left with the sound of chatter as you polish the few tables you have left and begin your arrangements to leave.

“y/n!” mingyu calls.

you jump at his sudden yell, but turn to face him anyways. “yeah?”

“my friend was asking if—”

“do you have a boyfriend?” one of mingyu’s friends interrupts, a mischievous yet angelic smile flashing onto his lips.

a bit surprised, but intrigued, you shake your head. the table erupts into chatter once more, but is quickly silenced as the navy boy from before pipes up. “are you in the market for one?”

you’re a bit taken aback by the forwardness of it all. mingyu seems to be as well, with his hands covering his face in embarrassment. “i.. guess?” you respond. for a second, you wonder if this is one of those hidden camera pranks you’ve seen on youtube.

“he thinks you’re cute!” the angel boy yells out, pointing to a distressed-looking man in a thick puffer and beanie.

he’s curled in on himself, his face shoved into his hands as his friends all hype him up. his beanie is propped in a way that doesn’t cover his ears, and you can see the tips of them glowing bright crimson. you feel bad for him, because his obvious lack of comfort weighs on you, too.

before you can respond, mingyu stands up with a shriek of his chair. “alright! it’s time for us to close. let’s pick this up when we get to my place, okay?” he says with a forced smile. his gaze is anything but pleasant as he stares daggers into the now devilish face of his friend.

they all shuffle out of their seats and stalk towards the exit. as they file out the door, you return to your task at hand, but feel a soft tap on your shoulder.

when you turn, you’re greeted by the boy from before. his face is still red, and it’s clear that he’s a bit shaken up by the entire ordeal, but his hands have left his face and given you an opening to see how handsome he is. shining eyes, a high, pointed nose, and plump rosy lips. his long legs make you tilt your head upwards to meet his shy gaze. he looks friendly and cute.

“i’m sorry about them,” he starts. it takes you a moment to register his voice. it’s honey-like and forward, and it makes your heart flutter slightly.

you offer him a comforting smile. “it’s alright! i mean, i was really flattered, but i understand if you don’t actually—”

“i do. think you’re cute, i mean.”

the statement breaks your brain for a second. the next thing you know, you feel a lapping heat rush to your cheeks and fill the tips of your ears. “oh.”

when you’re about to start mentally smacking yourself for your dumbfounded response, he smiles shyly at you. it makes you crumble even more. “could we start over? hi, i’m seokmin, and i was wondering if i could get your number?”

a/n: spoiler? i have so much planned for this fic (in particular.. angst.... i'm very excited..)

[ganonfan1995]

totk slab quest/general spoilers:

The slabs seemed to address my main question: Why did Rauru want to establish a kingdom in the first place?

I've come to believe "guilt" was the driving force behind his actions, especially considering that the Zonai's primary motive for staying and playing god in Hyrule for so long, was so they could mine zonaite from the depths. Since we know that monsters originate from the depths, I think it can be inferred that the opening of the chasms brought the first wave of monsters to the surface.

The slabs also mention how the monsters had been tormenting the surface dwellers long before Ganon/The Demon King, appeared. This is why Rauru and Sonia placed the light shrines on the surface. It is likely that Sonia was advising Rauru on this matter specifically, before their union.

The other Zonai seemed to have left by choice, probably when the zonaite deposits started drying up, leaving Rauru and Mineru behind. Rauru already had a keen interest in learning about and interacting with the surface dwellers, so that may have played a part in their reasoning for staying as well.

From my observations, it is apparent that Rauru believes he possesses innate wisdom beyond his own capabilities. He perceives surface folk to be less sophisticated than himself, and critically, less capable of becoming a danger or threat. Even when warned by Zelda, a girl from the literal fucking future with knowledge about the dangers of getting close to Ganondorf or allowing him access to the magical stones, Rauru still believes he is one step ahead and tells her to chill the fuck out...Like okay dumb ass.

While Rauru's intentions are good, he lacks perspective and critical thinking skills because he considers himself marginally wiser than anyone other than Sonia, who seems to keep him in check most of the time. (thinking abt the cutscene where they first meet Zelda, a lost and terrified youth, and he literally cannot find it in himself to be empathetic for 5 seconds. 0/10 dad energy)

I find Rauru fascinating because he is driven entirely by his emotions. He is so determined to do what is right that he is consistently caught off guard by his own mistakes. He's such a house cat of a king, someone grab a spray bottle.

tl;dr I think Rauru felt bad for the actions of his ancestors and was like "I alone, could fix this" while making shit much worse b/c he's an emotionally driven idiot, who cannot remove himself from his own station of being, slightly better than the average surface dweller.

Anyways, no good kings in Hyrule, glad this theme is still consistent.

(I still haven't beaten the last boss so no end game spoilers if I'm entirely off base)

[EDIT] - I use the word "slabs" when I mean "stone tablet" from the "messages from an ancient era" quest. My short term memory is so very special and unique.

[ghost-whump]

sorry for the long wait, guys!! i make up for it with some oc content perhaps????

Eventually! (Part One)

CW: pet death mention, stalking, home intrusion, kidnapping, chloroform, (let me know if I missed anything!)

As a highly paranoid individual, Ezra is prone to assuming the worst in just about every situation. A car takes the same turn he does? He’s being stalked. A friend doesn’t respond to a text? They’ve been murdered. His house smells more like gas than usual? He left the stove on, poisoned his cat, and will forever be known as the feline-murdering klutz who also happened to play music. He will admit, some fears are more outlandish than others, but that is entirely besides the point. After all, Xanax is real for a reason. 

So when his living room light is on when he comes home, he dismisses it quickly. It’s late, nearly midnight, when he finally makes it to his house, cello case over his shoulder. It’s too big to take the bus, so he’d had to shed some of his busking money to get an Uber. Not ideal, but a necessary expense. It takes him some fumbling to get out his keys, but eventually lugs both himself and the behemoth of an instrument in the door. 

“Mew!”

A gray, furry lump comes bounding towards him, weaving in and out of his legs. 

“Hey, Noodles, buddy.” Ezra crouches down, running his hand through the cat’s raised fur. She stays near him, ears pressed back, facing the kitchen. He peers through the dark doorway, “What’s the matter?” 

Of course, Noodles can’t answer him, but she does allow Ezra to pick her up, hooking her claws into his shirt. Her sharp, yellow gaze is fixed on the kitchen, only raising Ezra’s alarm. He takes a step closer to the room, the floorboards creaking beneath his feet. If this creepy, horror-movie scenario didn’t let up soon, Ezra might actually die of terror. Noodles jumps from his arms as he approaches, skittering into another room. Fantastic. 

Before going in, at least he has the foresight to dig his keys (and attached pepper spray) from his front pocket. Wielding the plastic weapon, Ezra suppresses a small, nervous laugh at the situation. Did he even have a reason to be so nervous? Just because his cat’s acting weird and he left a light on earlier? 

Floorboards creak ominously when he breaches the dark room, only adding to the unsettling atmosphere. Feeling along the wall for the light, Ezra holds his breath. 

“Please don’t turn on the light!”

Ezra freezes. “What…?”

“Oh, jeez, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go!” Whoever was in his house mutters, and Ezra hears them start to walk around on the tile floor. “God – God, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d get home till later, so – so I wasn’t ready yet.”

“...What the fuck?” Is the only thing Ezra can say, the only thing he can think. “W-Who are you?”

The footsteps grow closer, but he still can’t move. The intruder sighs, “Look, I’m really sorry about this. I didn’t want – I didn’t mean for this to happen. Christ, I’m sorry.”

“The fuck are you–Mmf!” Suddenly, a cloth, damp with a putrid chemical is on his face. He drops the pepper spray, his keys clattering on the floor. His attacker moves quickly, shoving Ezra into the wall. No amount of struggling, of beating on the assailant’s chest, does anything. His movements feel weak, muscles relaxing as the cloth presses harder over his nose. A moment passes where consciousness floats away, and before he even realizes it, his arms are limp. Legs giving way, Ezra’s eyelids begin to droop.

“Shh, it’s okay,” The attacker coos, in a crude mockery of sympathy. “It’s okay, Ezzy, I’ve got you. Just go to sleep, baby, it’s alright.” Continued murmurings of sweet nothings echo around Ezra’s skull, until there’s nothing left. The darkness somehow grows darker, until Ezra can’t tell if his eyes are open or closed. The long seconds turn into quick bursts of awareness, slowly spacing themselves further and further. 

Ezra tries to fight back, or at least, he thinks he does. It’s a little hard to tell, and he’s really tired. 

Maybe if he just drifted off for a moment, he’d have some strength to fight later. 

Just a little nap.

“That’s good, just close your eyes, baby,” Gentle fingers brush his hair, “I’ll take good care of you.”

let me know what you think + if u want more <33

[innytoes]

If you're still doing the AU mixing: Sugar Daddy AU + Magic AU? 👀

-Okay so Reggie learns when he is sixteen that trying to do his potions homework and fix his amp in the rain at the same time is NOT a good idea because now every time he sneezes he turns into a cat. Also, he flunked his potions assignment.

-The free clinic basically shrugged and said: that's rough buddy here's some nose spray so for any seasonal allergies I guess.

-"At least you're a cute cat," Luke tries to comfort him. Which is true. He's fluffy and orange and he has little tiny white socks.

-There are actually a lot of advantages to being a cat. Besides the whole 'sneezing' part, but he gets better at controlling that as well. Cute girls and guys will give him attention. He can nap just about anywhere. Bobby is immune to his puppy eyes but somehow cannot so no to his Sad Kitty Eyes.

-It's not until they graduate and move in together that he fully optimises his Kitty Cat Experience. Because yeah, four guys crammed into a one bedroom apartment is a great band origin story once they're famous, but Three Guys and a cat who can comfortably curl up on the sofa is a lot easier to handle.

-And then one day, when he 's out Catting, being adorable at cute girls at the park, one of them offers him some of the meat on her sandwich in exchange for petting him (jokes on you, cute girl, he wanted you to pet him!). Still, it's like a lightbulb moment. He's a cute cat. People will give him food if he is adorable enough.

-He starts testing it. Being cute at people holding hotdogs, and fries, and donuts. He gets a bit of 'no kitty donuts are people food', but he's pretty successful all in all. The butcher loves him. The lady with the fish stall in Chinatown does too. The guy at the bodega on the corner tries to give him some meat but the bodega cat squares up with him and Reggie knows he's not going to win that fight. He's seen Bodega Cat send dogs twice her size running.

-Listen, they're barely scraping by between their shitty jobs and gig money, so when Reggie says: it's cool you can have my fourth of the pizza, the guys are suspicious but grateful when he explains.

-"Dude, you're thinking too small," Bobby says, after a while. "You should go to like, a rich neighbourhood and scam people out of salmon and caviar."

"I don't think that's..." Alex starts, but Reggie is already jumping up.

"Bobbers that's brilliant!" he says.

-Yes he gets Luke to brush him before he changes back to human, gets on a bus, and goes to the Fancy Part Of Town.

-He quickly finds that Fancy Restaurants and Cafés and Butcher Shops are mean. Even with his freshly brushed fluffy coat and his saddest cute kitty eyes, they chase him off. One of them even tells him to scram and calls him a street cat. Rude.

-He decides to try rich people houses instead. Surely there must be some kind of rich old lady who would love to pamper a pretty cat like himself? It takes a couple of tries, and a quick escape from a very well-groomed poodle, but he manages to get into a nice yard. He carefully sneaks across the manicured lawn, hoping to peek inside, when a delighted voice comes from his right.

"Well hello there!"

-There is a man lounging by the pool. A very handsome, very attractive, nearly naked man in just some very tight little swim shorts. And he looks happy to see Reggie. That's way better than a little old lady.

-He goes over, just out of reach, twisting his head just so to look cute and curious. This always works with cat people, and of course the handsome man carefully leans over, making beckoning noises, and holds out his hand for Reggie to sniff.

"Aren't you just the prettiest little thing?"

-His hands smell like Good Food, and Reggie goes in for the kill. He nuzzles the guy's fingers, lets himself be pet, and then flops down to expose his fluffy tummy.

Hello, I am indeed adorable, you should give me rich people food, he thinks as hard as he can.

-"Are you hungry, little guy? I think I have some nice smoked salmon in the fridge. Would you like some salmon?"

-JACKPOT.

-He spend the entire afternoon being pampered and petted and cooed over, and most importantly, fed bits of salmon and prosciutto. He falls asleep in a nice warm lap with a perfectly manicured hand petting him, and when he wakes up an hour later, the handsome man is still looking adoringly at him.

When Reggie gets up and stretches, he bumps his head against the guy's elbow in thanks, before setting off. The man waves at him.

-He comes home well-fed and smug, and Bobby just shakes his head and says 'I can't believe that worked' before dibs-ing Reggie's portion of the cheap takeout.

-He starts going over to Hot Rich Guy's house once a week. The man is just always so happy to see him, and always seems to know exactly what he wants, whether that's food or a snuggle or a scritch right at the base of his tail. Also he's really easy on the eyes, and Reggie won't lie, getting to curl up on that chest while they laze in the sun together is a special treat of its own.

-Hot Rich Guy is named Caleb, and it turns out he's a pretty powerful wizard. Like, one that's on Councils and stuff. Reggie has no idea what he actually does, but he loves to sit and watch when Caleb decides it's time to clean the kitchen, watching the dishes wash themselves, and fly through the air. He also likes the little magic toys Caleb makes just for him, mousies that zoom around, paper cranes that flutter until he leaps to catch them. He may not be an actual cat, but it's still fun.

-"You know, I started out as a street magician," Caleb tells him, flicking another magic paper crane for Reggie to grab. Caleb usually switches between talking to him like he's a human, and gushing 'who's a handsome boy' and other cutesy talk. "Sometimes I miss the simplicity of it. I just made people happy."

He sounds sad, so Reggie abandons stalking the crane to nuzzle at Caleb's chin, purring. You make me pretty happy, he thinks. He can feel the man smile against his fur.

-Okay, so maybe he starts going over even more, sometimes even spending the night with what the guys have affectionately started calling 'Reggie's Salmon Daddy'. (Which was unfair. Caleb also gave him crab, and shrimp, and even steak.) But well, Caleb had gotten him his own comfy little pillow to sleep on in his own bedroom, which is way better than the couch.

Though sometimes he still spends the night with the guys, sleeping on top of Bobby's face just to annoy him, or purring on Alex' chest to keep his anxiety from spiraling into thinking terrible things. It's pretty hard to think your friends hate you when one of them is literally on top of you, making the 'I'm so happy' sound.

-Still, Caleb has maybe installed a little magic catflap for him so he can come and go as he pleases. And gotten him one of those waterfall pet bowl things to drink out of. And a comfy cat bed. And a high end scratch post, even though Reggie would never put his claws into the guy's expensive furniture.

And okay, he also has his own little pillow in the bedroom. But he has been known to hop on the bed and snuggle up to Caleb. Listen, the man is really hot and way out of his league, and Reggie knows he'd never have a shot with him as a human. But he lets himself indulge in snuggling against the guy's muscular, sexy chest and dreaming sometimes. Cats are hedonistic little bastards, he tells himself, so he's allowed.

-He's curled up in the perfect patch of sunlight on Caleb's bed one morning when the man comes out of the shower, toweling off his hair and not wearing anything else. Steam billows out of the bathroom door, and the whole thing is so much like the beginning of a hot romance novel scene that Reggie finds himself having very explicit, very human thoughts about what he'd like to do with that naked man.

"Good morning, Kitten," Caleb says, and is it just Reggie, or is his smile bordering on a smirk?

-Yes he maybe makes sure he's there more often when Caleb gets ready in the mornings. Maybe he even swaps to the afternoon shift at his part-time job at the pet store some days of the week.

-So he's pretty happy. He's getting better meals, they have more breathing room because Reggie basically doesn't need to eat at home most of the time anymore, and when he's not with the guys, he gets to hang out with this hot guy who adores him. Well, cat-him.

-Until one morning.

One morning after he slept over, and hopped on to the bed and dramatically snuggled and made himself at home against Caleb's chest, while he chuckled and scratched that perfect spot at Reggie's ears. He fell asleep purring, comfortable and warm.

He also woke up comfortable and warm. There was a hand draped over his waist, and a nose pressed into his hair. Reggie sighed happily, snuggling back into the embrace, wrapping his own hand around the arm.

Wait.

Wait, hands! He wasn't supposed to have hands right now.

Behind him, a rumble. "Good morning, Kitten."

Oh no. Oh noooo. "I can explain."

"Oh can you now?" Caleb asks, sounding amused. He props himself up on one arm, looking down at Reggie, and man, he's just as handsome with human vision.

He runs through several semi-convincing lies, but Caleb just quirks an eyebrow at him. "Before you open your mouth, please do consider that I can literally hear your thoughts."

"You can?" Oh no, oh no, he was going to be turned back into a cat but like, forever. Or worse.

"I'm not going to harm you, Kitten," Caleb says. "But yes. They're quite loud. You really project them when you're a cat."

Oh.

Oh no.

"Even the ones I had when you got out of the shower?"

The smirk is back. "Especially those. They were really quite vivid."

-Turns out having a Salmon Daddy isn't so bad as a human either. Their first date? Sushi, of course.

[coldflasher]

currently veeeery stressed about the fact that i worked so hard to get my house tidy and then it immediately all went to shit when the outside tap burst. i got home from the office yesterday to find that it was wildly spraying water everywhere and had been doing for hours, presumably? possibly all day?? the brickwork was drenched. i put a bucket under it while i tried to work out how to stop it and within 20 minutes the bucket was three-quarters full so god knows how much water was wasted, all i can say is thank god i'm not on a meter

THEN i discovered the stopcock had seized up so i couldnt turn the water off. so im there kneeling on the floor with a wrench, surrounded by cat food and fuzzy feathery things because the stopcock is in the cupboard where i keep valletta's toys, frantically tugging on this stupid handle and sobbing "I JUST WANTED TO WATCH FUCKING BRIDGERTON"

anyways the stopcock is fucked so i guess i have to get that fixed. good job it was an outside tap that burst and not an indoor one cos i could NOT get that water shut off. i eventually discovered a smaller tap under the sink that let me turn off the outside water supply so the day was saved but after coming home to that disaster i was too exhausted to do anything else. so this morning im wandering around my kitchen ankle deep in fuzzy mice and tinkly bells with random tools everywhere. christ alive

[j-nope-not-today]

Omg that’s so crazy it’s me again. 👁️👄👁️

It’s Christmas time y’all and I have 3 cats. Yknow what happens when you have cats in the house while having a Christmas tree? CHAOS :D

How would the turtles react to they’re s/o cat climbing in and messing with the Christmas tree they’re putting up.

TMNT reaction to s/o's cat messing with the Christmas tree

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting!! I have six cats so I understand the Christmas tree struggle 😅

Also c/n= Cat's name.

Raphael

He's low-key disgusted with your cat's behavior

Why can't they leave the tree alone 😮‍💨

He's gonna just look at your cat every time the ornaments get knocked off

And then he's gonna yell for you

"Y/n! C/n knocked off the damn ornaments again!"

He refused to pick them up after the third time and he kept by that statement

If you weren't gonna pick them up then ig the cat could have them

They belonged to c/n now.

If you did want his help to find a solution

He's gonna have only the top half of the tree decorated

So your cat can't knock them off

And no he's not gonna fix it you and the cat can deal with it.

He just can't with the cat tbh he's never been more stressed

But you still catch him telling your cat he loves them despite their intolerance to listen.

He honestly probably puts a gate around the tree in hopes the cat will leave the tree alone.

Leonardo

The face he makes up there 👆

Same face he makes every time your cat knocks off an ornament

He just doesn't want to keep redoing the tree

But he loves you and your cat so he deals with it

But he definitely more than once has been caught

Lecturing your poor cat after they've knocked off ornaments

"Now I'm gonna need you to stay away from the tree you understand me c/n?"

Every time he hears or sees your cat get close to the tree he shouts at them.

"C/n!! I said to stay away from the tree! We talked about this already.."

That's his only method to the whole situation and honestly it's gonna get pretty comical for you

He's gonna treat the cat like a three year old child and yes he did put the cat in timeout.

Don't judge him he/she needs to learn to follow the rules.

Donatello

Low-key it pissed him off

He couldn't even explain why it just did.

He had no problem putting the ornaments back on it was when he walked in to your cat being in the tree that broke his resolve

"Y/n!!! Your cat is IN the tree!!

He would literally get so pressed from that point forward

Would carry around a spray bottle and spray the poor cat anytime they even looked at the tree

Your gonna have to revoke his spray bottle privileges tbh

Eventually though he would make your cat it's own small tree with ornaments to fuck with

In hopes it would keep them off of your tree

If that didn't work he would just yell at your cat

"C/n! What else do you want from me?!?"

Your gonna have to give Donnie a big hug and tell him to let it go

He's gonna spend forever trying to find a way to distract your cat from the tree though

Michelangelo

Pure disappointment

It was funny the first time but by the tenth time boy was stressed

He didn't want to keep putting all the ornaments back on the tree 😭

He tried to find a toy for your cat to play with but eventually realized

Your cat wanted the tree

So he probably ended up just letting it happen

And he would begrudgingly pick up and put the ornaments back

All while staring at your cat in disapproval.

He would probably give your cat an ornament in hopes it would keep them off the rest

If that didn't work he would just sit in front of the tree to guard it

If you asked him what he was doing he would just shrug

"I'm protecting our tree from our monster child angel cakes."

You would probably have to tell him to let it be the tree wasn't gonna stay perfect the whole time

And he would get a lil upset about it but he would let it go

Once that happened though he wouldn't pick up the ornaments he would just concede and let your cat keep them.

Maybe he would even keep a tally board of how many ornaments were ripped off the tree by c/n..

[fairy-tale-writer]

Neko!Diasomnia x Reader Headcanons

Prompt: Headcanons of ya Diasomnia boys as cat boys. Both SFW and NSFW

Note: Did I really just write over 3.5k+ headcanons because I am so horny for cat boys? Yes, yes I did.

Do I regret it?

Maybe just a little with how long this took for me to post 😭😂!!!

If any of y'all find or draw any sort of Twisted Wonderland fanart with any Twist boys as cats. I will MARRY you because I need some Twist Neko boy art pleeeaaseee 🙏😭!

EDIT: I fixed the pronoun and sex specific descriptions! I am very sorry for not noticing them the first time and I will be more careful next time to make sure it’s correct! 🙇‍♀️

CHEERS!

🐉Malleus 👑:

-Malleus was already very much cat-like; confident, stubborn, and denying that he craves at least some amount of attention

-His ears are nearly as long as his horns, they're black with teal blue tips and they have a little twirl at the tip like his horns

-When he wants attention he won't verbally say so. He will instead show physically by getting touchy gently taking your hand or hovering over you and will pull you into his arms or wrap his arms around you.

-If he's really needy he'll rub himself against you, usually your shoulders, arms, legs or neck. Siitting down he will stretch out so his upper body lays on your legs. Scratch behind his ears and pet his head or play with his hair like he wants.

-Scratch behind his ears or under his chin and he melts. He can't stop purring and praising you for being such a great owner

-When you praise him for being such a good boy he will melt and pour his love over your with kisses and cuddles and hugs

-He loves when you leave kisses on his face or nibble at his ears. This baby is touch starved and needs your love and attention

-If your laying down chances are he's laying down with you

-When you're feeling sad he will wrap you up in his arms and purr until you feel better. Same goes if you are feeling sick; cats purring is scientifically proven to help!

-If he's feeling anxious being alone he will take your used clothing and snuggle with them, but if the smell is too weak he'll spray it with your perfume or cologne

-He doesn't follow you around the house unless you're taking too long in one area he will start to worry.

-Sometimes he likes to shower with you, or he'll sit on the counter and talk with you. Unless you're at all uncomfortable he won't push you any further and leave. Or he'll get bored and leave himself, he doesn't like to be locked in small spaces

NSFW:

-This boi is needy af

-He is a bottom unless you deny his advances or need for attention. Then he is a very dominant top

-There are many ways to get him going. Your favorite is to nibble and suck at the tips of his sensetive ears to get him mewling for more. His personal favorite is when you praise him and his cock will twitch and grow harder with every word. If you touch his tail or tug on it he is instantly rock hard. Not a good idea if you don't intend to go a few rounds

-Malleus loves to lap at you; his favorite place to be is in between your legs. Licking and sucking and nibbling at your thighs until the cat gets the cream. No matter how hard you try, when he's determined to get your cream he won't stop

-He loves when you scratch your nails down his back; he's a total masochist for pain when he's in the mood. Expect the same though with his much sharper nails

-Please, please, bite at his neck. Nibble, suck, kiss, lick--just please mark him as yours

-That saying he loves walking around with his collar on--he will only take it off when he needs to take a shower. It's black leather with a gold circle pendant with his name elegantly engraved into it. It's a great reminder to him he's loved

-He loves when you attach a leash onto it and pull him around. Sometimes if he's feeling bratty (which is rare) he'll struggle against it to get you going

-He doesn't like being put into complicated shibari rope stuff. Too much of a pain and he doesn't have that much patience. Doesnt mean he doesn't like being tied up--dear god he loves when you tie his wrists behind his back with his own tie and shove his face into the bed

-Pull his hair and he will let out the most gorgeous moan

-This tail sometimes can get in the way so he'll wrap it around your arm or his own thigh

-When you finger him he absolutely loves it when you give his prostate a massage but don't let him cum

-Secretly enjoys when you use toys on him but won't admit it. The tears and screaming moans are clear enough evidence

-If the sex is especially good he won't stop wailing praises to you, but most of the time he's not speaking words just grunting and moaning

-If you take his cock he will claw at your hips until it looks like you were attacked by a wild animal

-His favorite position is probably table top or missionary, he loves being as close as possible to you

-He loves to play with your chest, nuzzling and biting and groping at your nipples. You swear he thinks if he stimulates them enough milk will bead from you nipples

-This boy LOVES to eat your creampied hole. The way how you cry from overstimulation as he tastes himself in your cavern is delicious to him

-If he's dominating he will not hesitate to go rough with you, but not too rough. Chances are your hips are going to be bruised for a while but not permanently

-He will tie your hands up and have his way since you were being so mean and denying him attention for so long

-Aftercare is sweet and gentle. Malleus will make sure you are satisfied and situated fine even if he was the one getting railed

-Many kisses and cuddles

🦇Lilia💚:

-Dear god you question why you adopted this adorable asshole of a neko boy

-His ears are big and droopy with a long semi-fluffy tail

-He tends to get very mischievous-- knocking things off the counter, making a mess and not picking it up, don't even get started when he tries to cook

-Just when you're this close to knocking him senseless he will make the most adorable puppy eyes and you can't deny this little fucker at least some mercy

-If you're just trying to go to the bathroom he will scratch and paw at the door until you let him in

-Taking a shower he is usually in the shower with you or sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. Chances are he raids your cabinet or bathroom closet just for the heck of it and question you about it

-He likes to make comments when you shower

-Literally and figuratively hovers constantly over your shoulder. He has to follow you every where you go. Even if you wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom he will sleepily follow you to the rest room unless you shove him out

-Will wait for you at the door until you arrive back from work. If you do work online he will be at your feet or by your side wishing for attention. Working from home is nearly impossible when you have a needy kitty boy like Lilia constantly needing attention

-Loves it when you pet his head from his bangs up to his ears and down to the base of his neck. It gets him purring in bliss

-If he wants attention he will verbally ask for it. If you deny him or get so caught up in something else he'll purr or nuzzle to get you to pay attention to him. If he gets impatient or feeling a little bratty he'll nip

-Lilia has the mind of a full grown adult yet he's the size of a kitten which makes things difficult to scold him. He knows what he did wrong but when he gives you those cute puppy eyes or pouts is so hard to scold him

-Cuddles 24/7

-Don't let him anywhere near flammable food. Please, you can't afford another oven after he tried to make cupcakes

-He loves to rest his head on your neck or by your chest where he can hear your heart beating. It sooths him

-More than once you've gotten complaints from your neighbor about him playing his rock music way too loud

-When you have your friends over he is very cuddly with them just to make you jealous. If he doesn't like them or it's one of your fling dates he will get possessive

-Loves to stretch out in the sun light and take a well-deserved nap after causing so much mayhem

-He's fun to play video games with all night, unless it's competitive games in which case he usually wins

-If you're feeling restless or insomniac he will sing you a lullaby until you fall asleep

-If you have a bird or fish you have to scold him from messing with them. Lilia can't deny the urge to just stick his hand in and grab one of your plump little fishies. Not even a lock on the damn tank will stop him--he's got magical powers and thousands of years under his belt

-If you spray him with water it doesn't usually work unless you startle him. Scolding doesn't work either so sometimes you just have to deal with it

-He's very protective of any younger neko boys or pets you may own. Or if your neighbors have one

-One time he came back with a human baby and you freaked out telling him he couldn't just snatch someone else's baby

-However, he did bring back a stray neko boy with silver hair and you decided to keep him

NSFW:

-Dont tell me this little shit doesn't walk around naked. If he knows guests aren't coming over he will just let it all hang out. Even in front of the side open windows leading to the neighbors house. More than once you had to apologize to your poor neighbors

-More than once you've caught this little shit going through your underwear drawer or your laundry basket. He likes to masturbate to the scent of your clothes but if he can't find any availabile he'll settle for humping against your pillow

-A total teasing brat in bed wether he's top or bottom. When he's dominant expect to be denied your release until you're begging for him with a burning, need

-Leaves bite marks everywhere. Some impossible to hide or very difficult to hide under concealer. With his fangs he's very cautious of them dragging them across your skin, he won't bite unless that's the mood

-He loves to eat you out or suck you off, pull his hair well you do this and he'll cum. Lilia loves when you give him blow jobs, but he especially loves 69ing.

-You know he's feeling frisky when you come home to find him touching himself on his bed. Instead of stopping he'd grin and spread his legs wider or shaking his bum tauntingly

-When he's bottom he is a total brat. He loves when you get angry with him and shove his face into the bed

-He especially acts mischievous if he knows you are going to punish him. His favorite punishment of yours is when you spank him until he's crying for more. His cock trembles and twitches with every blow

-If you're in the middle of a meeting or work at home don't expect shit to get done. He's constantly trying to distract you, but sometimes in even sexual ways

-If you're in the middle of a meeting he loves to pull down your pants and lick at you well you struggle not to talk or moan. Lilia only does this during meetings too or if he's truly desperate

-Other times he'll masturbate right in your view or in another room moaning loudly just to mess with you.

-After the meeting you will so punish that brat

-He loves when you tie him up and stuff him full and leave him like that. Wether it's orgasm denial or multiple overstimulating forced orgasms he enjoys it

-Edge him until he cries, force him to cum dry; nothing works when you try to punish him he's too much of a masochist

-His favorite position can vary on his mood; he likes cowgirl, doggy, raising your legs onto his shoulder, but for softer sex he much prefers missionary

-Of course he does do vanilla too when it's one of those nights. He is the sweetest, softest dom or bottom. He goes slow and deep and is very romantic

-After care, Lilia can easily clean everything up with a flick of his wrist since he's too lazy or tired. If it's more of a romantic mood he will do it himself

🥈Silver⚔️:

-Silver is definitely the definition of the friendly and lazy cat that somehow is always in the way

-He has big pointy fluffy ears very similar to Jack's but his tail is not as soft

-He loves to take naps in the sun and his favorite place to sun bathe is the bench below your picture window

-You have a specific bean bag bed for him to nap on that he never uses

-Although Silver sleeps a lot (which he hated) he still wants affection. His all time favorite place to nap is on your lap. His head resting on your thighs, waking up to you petting his head

-If your laying down he loves to lay down on your chest or belly. Sometimes suffocating you or causing internal pain from his elbow pushing into you

-He loves to go outside and if you are looking for Silver chances are he is outside

-He attracts animals to him like a magnet so chances are your backyard looks like a scene from a Disney movie. Your neighbors constantly question if you're a Disney character

-If you get up in the middle of the night Silver will wake up just long enough to watch outside your door until you go to bed. You've told him multiple times he doesn't have to but he does anyways because he loves you so much

-If your friends come over he will be friendly but very defensive of you. If another friend makes you scream from picking you up or surprising you he will get very defensive

-If you cook him his favorite dish he won't leave your side for the rest of the night constantly praising you

-When you pet his head or praise him he turns into a blushy mess

-He loves when you give him kisses. His favorite places for you to kiss are his cheeks and lips. Especially when you dot your lips across his cheeks like you were leaving freckles

-You love to play with his fluffy tail gently brushing and fluffing it. However it can also lead to interesting side effects since his tail is so sensetive

-If you're taking a shower he'll hop in too and just wrap his arms around you kissing at the back of your neck.

-He will help you with yard work mostly because he loves to see you in a tank top and shorts well you work on your garden

-Silver will even be your partner when you hit the gym, but its difficult for him since his eyes cannot leave your tight atheltic clothing

-He loves when you wear your booty shorts around the house. That's the only thing that really keeps him awake

-Silver is deeply afraid of thunderstorms. Any time a thunderstorm happens expect him to cling to you like a koala to it's mother. His ears flat to his head as he buries his nose into your chest. It calms him when you pull a blanket around you both so he feels safer.

-Give him positive reinforcement during the thunder storm, put on a comedy, and he should be good

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-Silver is such a silent pervert when it comes to sex. He isn't needy or too kinky, he just enjoys being with you

-He enjoys when he wakes up to you giving him a blow job. To wake up feeling you sucking him off is the best way to wake up

-Most of the time it's not rough and hardcore it's more romantic and sweet

-He can't go very long since he does fall asleep in the middle of it sometimes. Your sinking down his cock and eveeythings getting good and then he's knocked out

-You already had a discussion with him about it and he consented and set rules to what you can do when that happens. It's not common but unfortunately it still happens

-Sometimes though you like to get kinky and put a vibrating butt plug in him to keep him awake during the day

-His favorite positions are missionary and anything that lets him see your face

-Silver just enjoys blowjobs in general, especially quickies in public or in the gym showers.

-He does have a high sex drive but he can't lost long so expect to randomly have sex out of the blue

-To get him started brush or fluff his sensetive tail

-Aftercare he is too lazy to get up to clean anything and usually he passes out after. If you care enough you'll clean everything up

🐊Sebek⚔️:

-Sebek is that cat that will NOT leave you alone. Any room you go into he will follow. Anything you need done he will do it for you. He means well and he's very sweet, but dear god you need space

-He has sharp pointy ears and a tail with short fur

-We already know he is very loyal to you and you alone. You had adopted him and thus he considered you his master. No matter how many times you plead for him to call you by your name he insisted.

-He doesn't request for attention and even in his mind denies he wants appraisal or anything

-Though if he wants attention he will get sort of whiney. Give him a kiss on his cheek well telling him how good of a neko boy he is and he will be far beyond pleased.

-If you have guests over he will get very defensive of you by praising you and sticking close to your side. He's just so proud and blessed to have such a generous master

-Dont bring any boyfriend's or flings over, you will have to scold him for fighting them whether physically or not

-Gets extremely jealous if you are paying more attention to someone else than him

-Don't worry about someone breaking in, or trying to anyways, he's better than a guard dog because he knows martial arts

-Sebek absolutely hates showers. If you're in the shower he'll stand guard in the bathroom unless you kick him out, but if you do he'll paw at the door until you allow him to get in

-He will get into the shower but he's very reluctant about it usually pouting or grimacing the entire time

-He is very obedient for everything and tries his best, but honestly sometimes it's borderline annoying to you

-Sebek loves when you kiss him wether it be on the lips or across his cheeks. Leave as many kisses as you want or kiss him as long as you want; he loves any sort of kiss from you

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-You can't tell me Sebek doesn't have a praise kink. If you're being pounded by him tell him how deep his cock is inside you, tell him you love the feeling of his fangs biting your neck--he'll cum in no time

-Secretly loves when you edge him or deny him orgasm. He won't cum unless you say so

-You usually have to gag him if he's getting too loud. He's a very lovely sight to see, his lips contortioned around an o-ring or your favorite a ball gag. He drools like a lazy river, tears in his eyes

-The reason why was because your neighbors had asked if you had a dying animal on the premises and you had to soundproof your bedroom

-He loves been tied up and having you dom him, he just wants to please you-- he wants to be your good boy

-Slap his cock or his ass, he'll get off to it in no time

-You can always find him with a stash of underwear--not the clean ones--no only the dirty ones. He will suck on them as he jerks himself off

-Loves when you sit on his face, he loves your thighs and ass and to have them smothering him, he'll die happy

-Loves to lick and suck on you. It tastes like hes sucking ambrosia from an angel and he can't get enough

-His favorite position is cowgirl when you're in control, or table top when he is. Either way he wants to see your face twist and contort in pleasure because of him

-Sebek will do anything to please you, anything at all. Call you whatever you wish, pull his hair, scratch his chest, bite him--he will enjoy it as long as it's from you

-Very vocal about anything you do--it may sound like him dirty talking but honestly he's just speaking whatever comes to his mind without a filter

-He loves when you tug his tail or nibble on his ears, he will cum hard

-Absolutely loves when you fuck him or force him to ride one of your many collection of dildos.

-His aheago face is so sexy

-When Sebek comes, he comes hard and loud shouting at the top of his lungs. If you prolong his orgasm he will start crying since it feels so good

-Aftercare, he will cry tears of love as you gently clean him up and take care of him. Sebek loves when you ask him to softly lick you clean easing you into a gentle orgasm, rather than using a cloth. He won't hesitate to lick the floor clean of cum if that's what you ask

-If he topped he is very gentle and loving, gently kissing you and any hickies or bruises he left. He will rub lotion on your skin of any marks and will make the post-orgasm bliss that much better since he loves his lover so much...

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𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙳, 𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙰 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁. 𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳.

…  ALIAS / NAME   …  solange lahiri.

…  NICKNAMES   …  known under various aliases and monikers. referred to as la pantera in various parts of spain, andora, and portugal, along with the night fox across the south of france. accepts any pet name.

…  BIRTH NAME   …  redacted.

…  AGE   …  thirty-three.

…  GENDER  …  cis woman.

…  SEXUALITY  …  bisexual. kinsey scale 3.

…  CIVILIAN OCCUPATION   …  jazz singer at godfather house of blues.

…  CRIMINAL ASSOCIATION   …  jade tribe soldier, freelance cat burglar & con artist .

…  NOTABLE ATTRIBUTES   …  doe eyes, salacious body, and most particularly the combination of the two.

 …  CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS   …  selina kyle ( detective comics ).  regina lampert ( charade ).  janet colgate/the jackal ( dirty rotten scoundrels ). maría elena ( vicky cristina barcelona ).  holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany's ). mirtha jung ( blow ).

( + ) alluring, passionate, charismatic, persuasive, witty, adaptable, sensual, warm, competitive, flirtatious, voracious, coy.

( - ) vindictive, possessive, unpredictable, insatiable, manipulative, dishonest, jealous, eccentric, unreliable, delusive, mercurial.

𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂. * trigger warnings: gang activity, implied age gap, mention of fertility trouble, murder, mild gore, suicide, parental death.

as a child, you once use a shell casing as a hard candy. six months old with a gnawing pain, and your mother finds you with a hollowed-out bullet between your gums. before taking it out she hoists you onto her hip, brandishing the moment to your father like a postcard: just look at your daughter. a coo, not a reprimand. when he leans forward, chucking your fat little chin, the affection only blooms brighter: incorrigible love, all for putting the killing thing in your mouth.

it's not the metal that poisons you, but the rest of what you're weaned on. the only child of an aging criminal emperor, your family rules mumbai and the shadow beyond with a traditionally held & elegantly dressed fist. beyond just the apple of your father's eye, you are the fruit bowl and the orchard too — where once he had dreaded the thought of a daughter, your birth shifts both his heart and his vision. when your mother's womb bares no other children, it does not matter: it's your head, scented with rosemary and bathed in milk, who will one day wear the crown. a little shadow, they call you, not for your quiet existence (you learned to raise your voice above the echo of gunshots in the compound, your mouth its own pistol, never to be outdone) but how tightly you share your father's. he says it's lesson, learning by proximity, but the pair of you know the truth: it's the close-keeping of a treasure. neither of you can bare separation.

sat beneath the shadow of a pomegranate tree in the back of the family estate: that's where you watch your father die. your mother's hand is slipped into yours as the gun raises, but it's your fingers who hold tight. a steadying force, as solid and hard-boned as the gaze you level at the usurper. the man who would be a king killer looks little more than a desperate boy with those shaking hands, older than you but young and untested enough to believe this is the way you build a kingdom. blood sprays your bare feet. warm. thick. mother wails, just as hot, just as molten. you'll join her later in the privacy of a home turned prison — grief emptying out your whole body, so violent it voids your stomach, leaves you retching on the cool marble floor — but now you only look. stare. fix him with the eyes that will not flinch, watching as he recedes to claim what was once yours.

you are married to your father's killer on the grounds watered with his blood. it is your choice of location just as it is your pain, your memory, your plan. mother dresses for a funeral, barred from the ceremony. it's like watching you walk to your death. you cannot afford to explain your decision to her, nor express the reason for your disagreement: the only way to tear throat is to kiss it first. only two years between the bookends of death and ceremony, but a lifetime stretches between it: time rendered thick and acidic with all that you must do to convince him of your choice. it was your power, you promise, palm on the place his heart would be, now it is what i have found beneath it. it's impossible to distinguish the look of hunger your husband wears at the altar to the ravenous one he will wear later, in the bed chamber: the starvation for your beauty identical to that of your legacy. you allow him to put his mouth on both and pretend to roll down his throat.

the cost of retribution, as the gods dictate, is as great as the crime: a quarter of your life, spent at the side of your father's killer. the dissolution of your father's empire, its rubble stuck irrevocably to your soles. the life of your mother, taken at her own hands: unable to watch any longer the unnatural crime of your union. but revenge comes, all the same. it comes like crows to the corpse, black clouds to the summer sky. inevitable. six years of plotting, and finally you destroy that which shattered you first; despot-husband dead, legacy stamped out. you do not leave with nothing when it is all over: it is the last known flight of a criminal's private plane, chartered to an unknown location in western europe before disappearing.

your various lives as a zoetrope, each version of yourself seemingly separate until you spin fast enough: lover, thief, artist, grifter, impersonator, photographer, forger, heiress. all these variations, these distinct new selves, yet the story only goes round and round on a wheel: you throw yourself into the role, the new country, the life. you find love where there is none, create it like god. you steal whatever is not bolted down to the floor. and when it tires out under your feet, when the grounds shrink and leave you painted into a corner ⸺ you climb the walls. that's how you come to new york, the crumbs of a southern french villa stuck to your heel, glancing up at the burned neon sky through sleek black glasses: open up darling, i'm home.

SUMMARY : only child of one of india's largest organized crime rings watches as her father's operation is usurped by a rival, only to be forced to marry him to further legitimize his takeover. after six years of an intimate, gnarled long con, solange brings down her despot husband at the cost of crumbling her father's legacy too. at twenty-four, having slain a false king and carrying a guilt she'll never acknowledge, solange leaves to europe to begin a new life — the first in a series. grifter, con artist, cat burglar — she has as many criminal occupations as she does aliases. after a recent, lengthy stint in the french riviera, she's hurricaned into new york under the name solange lahiri.

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂.

exceptional verbal mimic. give her a half hour in earshot and she'll replicate your voice.

the hat game is unrivaled. she's got one for every occasion, and then several more.

talks a lot with her hands, but it's a long con to distract you from where they're going (your wallet, your purse, your jewelry)

there's no easy way to say this, but her tits are always physically or metaphorically out. it's just part of the look.

has a very well-adjusted cat who has been carted all over the world with her. technically he is one of the most expensive cats in the world (seriously), being an f1 bengal she stole from his previous owner. sola has renamed him paul newman. he's surprisingly chill except when left without enough space to run around. much like his owner he will then start clawing shit up.

was briefly a british wag, dating one of manchester united's stars. probably jamie tartt coded. looooved the attention.

realistically and despite how outlandish some of sola's escapades are, subconsciously or otherwise she's playing it very safe. not only an incredibly talented thief, but primed once upon a time to inherit a crime ring — but she contents herself with stealing jewelry and spouses? a shame really. someone call her on it.

gluttonous in all aspects of life. food, drink, laughter, sex. she doesn't do anything in moderation

prefers an artisanal coffee shop, but pops into starbucks regularly to snag something off their bar. thank you easily exploitable mobile ordering honour system

𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳.

this energy. where's my homoerotic sapphic fight scene

rival from the hanging man. solange actively joined a gang outside of the heist leaders because she wanted a little <3 fun competition <3 and she's decided you're in a personal rivalry. all the better if this other person is just ? literally what did i do to deserve this im just tryna get through the day

girlies whose friendship she has acquired through compulsive charisma

a past fling/relationship with someone who vacationed in one of her hot spots

a mark she's taken on not for jade tribe purposes but because she can't sit still ever :) personal project

anybody in any avenue of law enforcement who has previously or currently worked on a job of hers that solange is currently fucking with

somebody (probably older, possibly a head of a gang??) who knew and worked with her father !!! bonus points for knowing her as a kid