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𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 | 𝙱.𝙲

Pairing: Sub!Chan x Amab!Reader

Warnings: sensory deprivation, smut, Nsfw, established relationship, unprotected sex, anal sex, spanking, Chan cries just a little, begging, rough and soft??, manhandling, slight bondage, i love when men whimper, etc.

A/N: i was honestly really trying to keep this shorter and mostly just the smut but i’ve now learned that i can’t help but write my fics in detail:/

Today was extremely exhausting and Chan honestly just wanted to have his brain clock out and bed rot for the next 8-10 business days but realistically, that’s not an option. Luckily he had enough mental strength to send you a message to let you know the state he was in. You and Chan have been boyfriends for 4 years now, you both knew each other better than you knew yourselves. That being said, you knew exactly what your boyfriend needed to shut his brain up.

“I’m home.” Chan groaned out, exhaustion heavy in his voice. He noticed the dim lighting in the living room, slipping out of his Vans and walking toward the couch where you were seated with just the lamp next to the sofa on. Chan wasted no time in straddling your lap as he took his seat on your thighs and wrapped himself around your rigid form like a koala. “Welcome home my love~” you purred out and began to drag your fingernails across his scalp in a soothing manner similar to the way you’d scratch a cat on the head.

Chan nuzzled his nose against your throat, breathing in the smell of your cologne and humming in satisfaction. “Have i ever told you how incredible you smell?” chan mumbled, refusing to remove his nose from your neck. “hmmmm i don’t think you have baby.” you teased, knowing he tells you multiple times a day just how much he loves how you smell. “mmm well, you smell so fucking sexy, it’s insane.” chan retorted softly, pushing his nose further into the skin of your neck.

You two stayed there in a comfortable silence for a little while longer before you used your free hand that wasn’t scratching Chan’s scalp to dig into your little chest of secrets next to the couch to fish out the special sound proof headphones you used specifically for times like this. They made it very difficult to hear anything, even without any music playing, and genuinely impossible to hear with music playing. You removed your hand from Chan's black locks, earning a whine of protest from the man still clinging to you like his life depended on it. “Shhhh don’t get all bratty on me just yet baby.” you sighed as you slipped the white headset to rest comfortably on his head.

At the realization of the head set and the muffled and very very faint noises that could make it through, he pulled away from your neck and looked at you with giant puppy dog eyes, hoping his suspicions are right about what you’re about to do. You gave him a soft, fond smile and showed him the blind fold you had also pulled out. If Chan was a dog, his tail would be wagging at 100 miles a minute right now.

It wasn’t very often that Chan was able to fully let go like this. He was someone who was too focused on his partners pleasure to really allow himself to give over his control and submit to you fully like he did with sensory deprivation. Often times he’d end up in his head too much and over think everything if he wasn’t as exhausted as he was right now. He needed permission to allow his brain to log out and know he’d be completely and utterly cared for and right now, you were giving him that permission and he was beyond grateful.

You slipped the blindfold over your boyfriend’s eyes, the strap wrapping around the headphones to further keep them in place on his head. You decided it’d be best to go ahead and turn on the playlist for times like this before the next part of the full sensory deprivation experience. Once the music started, Chan started to bob his head gently and rock slightly to the music, allowing himself to begin to let go and drown in what senses he still had.

The next step was removing his ability to touch, two of his five sense already removed from him. You slipped the leather gloves over each of his hands and placed each gloved hand onto his lap, one hand on each thigh. You noticed that his rocking movements had now been focused to his hips as he softly began to grind his half-hard cock against your still flaccid one. A soft groan falling from your lips as you tried to focus back on the task at hand and not how the blood rushed straight to your cock at the feeling of your boyfriend's arousal.

Now that Chan’s hands were gloved, you took out the leather and suede wrist cuffs and began to buckle the material to his left wrist first. Insuring that the cuff was snug enough to almost completely restrict his movements but not so tight that they’d become painful. Once the left wrist was perfect, you moved his arms behind his back, resting his right wrist above the left and pulling the man on your lap forward so his muscular chest was resting against your own, bracing his body weight against you fully now that he couldn’t use his hands to keep himself up.

You placed your chin over his shoulder to peer down the expanse of his back, the muscles rippling and flexing as he tried to continue rolling his hips but the new position didn’t allow much movement. Now that both arms were securely fastened behind his back, you landed a sharp smack to the plush of his ass, a yelp falling from the other male’s lips in response and you could feel Chan’s cock twitch against your stomach where he was braced against you.

You landed a second sharp smack to the same cheek, a whimper leaving your boyfriend’s lips now as he chased the feeling for a moment, the pain and excitement coursing through his veins like a drug. He didn’t know what you were doing and wouldn’t know what was going to happen to him and the thought of being good for you, allowing you to take him apart by every individual thread and fiber of his being just to rebuild him all over again, had his brain feeling like cotton candy as Apartment by BOBI ANDONOV pounded in his ears.

Next thing Chan felt was you sitting him back up, having to flex his abs and his thighs to hold himself up now that his balance was slightly off kilter with his hands behind his back. Then, your index and middle finger were pressed to his lower lip, tugging down on the plump, pink, tissue and showing his teeth slightly. Saliva began to pool from his mouth and wet your fingers before he let his jaw go slack, opening his mouth to you like the good boy he is.

You took this opportunity to drag your fingers along his pearly white teeth for a moment, watching as they glistened beautifully under the dim light of the lamp as you dragged his saliva along the smooth surfaces. You added more pressure to your finger tips as you dragged them across the slick surface of his gums, taking your time to feed Chan’s slight oral fixation before your next step. You languidly dragged your fingers across the wet pink muscle that was Chan’s tongue, letting him lazily lap at your digits, coating them thoroughly in his spit.

When you removed your fingers from the wet cavern, Chan let out a disgruntled whine, the empty feeling in his mouth almost had him crying. It just wasn’t enough, he needed more, so so much more from you. He needed you to touch him, use him, take over his senses in every sense of the word. He needed you to melt him down into a puddle and fuck him dumb. You were going to use the gag but he always sounds too pretty in the rare times he allows himself to fully submit to you that you couldn’t do that to yourself.

Chan was now completely deprived of most of his senses, smell being the only one he’s left with. You always allowed him to have his sense of smell considering how much he adored the way you smelled, losing the other senses only made your scent that much more overwhelming and satisfying to your boyfriend. Now that your hands had left Chan’s body, soft whines and whimpers left his lips as he wiggled on your thighs, quickly becoming desperate.

While Chan was struggling on your lap, you took the chance to pull the waistband of your sweats down. Your cock sprang free and recoiling off your stomach and leaving a small wet patch on the black fabric of your muscle tee from the beads of precum that were leaking from the reddening tip.

Seeing your muscular, domineering, boyfriend become a whining and whimpering mess for you and only you was definitely doing things to you. The way no one would be able to imagine THE Bang Chan submitting like this, becoming nothing but a submissive puddle of need for no one but you had your head spinning every time you made him like this.

After tucking the waistband underneath your balls, your hands gripped Chan’s defined hip bones and leaned forward, moving his body off your lap and allowing him to get his feet underneath himself and securely on the floor. Now that the both of you were standing, you made quick work of removing his jeans and underwear. You wanted his shirt off too but the fact that his hands were secure behind his back would make the removal impossible.

Grabbing the collar of his black Adidas compression shirt in both hands, you used a considerable amount of strength to rip the fabric apart, tearing the material to shreds until all that was left was the sleeves clinging to his shoulders. The action had Chan letting out a whiny moan, knees threatening to buckle at just how arousing it felt to have his shirt physically ripped off his body.

Now that Chan was sufficiently naked, you spun his body around and pressed your aching cock between his ass cheeks, rocking your hips languidly to drag your length through the flesh, surprised to feel something cold buried there. It had to be a plug, apparently he already prepped for you like the good boy he is. He leaned his head back against you and pushed his ass back to meet your movements with a moan. “P-please… n-need my baby… need you i-inside me” he whimpered, luckily he learned how to control his volume now so he wasn’t screaming but truly whimpering in a low and sultry tone.

You pulled away from your boyfriend, earning a disapproving whine and a slight stomp of his foot when your body heat left him. He was quickly getting more and more desperate as time dragged on, showing just how mentally gone he really was. Chan’s body felt fuzzy, like cotton candy was threaded through his muscles and tendons. The blood in his veins melting the cotton candy into a syrupy goop in his body. Everywhere you touched him felt like fireworks erupted across his skin and every touch was just as unexpected as the last and his brain was melting into the beats that thrummed through the speakers of the headphones as he struggled to keep up.

You dragged just your finger tips in feather light touches across the muscles of his thighs, allowing Chan temporary sensation before you ripped it away again. Dragging your finger tips from his chin, down his throat, and scratching a soft line from his collar bones down to the middle of his sternum. His skin was pale enough that the skin immediately lit up in a pink hue before you were pulling away from him again.

You continued to touch random parts of his body, with no pattern at all so he couldn’t predict your next move. You alternated the pressure of your finger tips from heavy and bruising touches to light and barely there touches. You’d point your tongue to lick his skin occasionally or drag your teeth across his flesh, still keeping every touch unpredictable. “S-stop teasing… please… m-more i-i need more p-please” chan quickly became a stuttering mess from the assault of your sporadic touches.

With a smirk, you watched Chan and admired the way he shuddered as you blew a steady stream of air across the back of his neck, then across his nipples. You watched them pebble up and a long, needy whine left Chan’s lips again. “Please please please… need to be filled please… fuck baby- i can’t take anymore…” he was getting louder now, frustration evident in his voice. You could see tears slip from under the blindfold, painting his cheeks with clear streaks. He was always so pretty when he cried.

You placed a chaste kiss to either cheek, covering the tear tracks as you made your way to be behind him again. With his back facing you and the couch behind you, you took ahold of his hips, digging your nails into the soft skin and leaving crescent shaped marks along the bones on either side. You pulled him into your lap as you sat on the couch, your still leaking cock pressed against his ass and lower back. He yelped at the sudden feeling of falling, feeling safe in your arms again once he was settled in your lap.

“need you so bad Jagi… please please… give it to me? i-i’ve been a good boy” Chan begged, if you hadn’t tormented him enough you’d definitely drag this out a bit more. You couldn’t help it, he just sounded too pretty begging for you but the submissive moans he lets out in this head space are so much sweeter.

Taking out the bottle of lube, you poured a generous amount on your length and used your fist to coat yourself generously. Even though Chan currently had a plug keeping him stretched for you, you still didn’t want to risk hurting him too bad. Removing your hand from yourself, you pushed your index and middle finger against the metal end of the plug and pushing it in just a little further. Chan arched his back and gasped at the pressure as you rocked the plug in and out of him just barely, only enough to feel the change in pressure.

Chan was panting on your lap now as you held his wrists in your free hand and pushed him forward. You were the only thing keeping him from plunging face first into the floorboard as you began to fuck his needy hole with the plug, stretching him repeatedly over the thickest part of the plug before removing it with a pop. He was crying again, needy and desperate as his hole fluttered around nothing and you couldn’t hold back anymore.

Throwing the plug to the side, the metal clattering across the floor loudly as you lined the tip up with his hole again and used your hold on his hands to slam his hips back against yourself so you could immediately bottom out inside of him. A guttural groan leaving your lips at the feeling of his warm walls wrapping around you again. “Fuck! oh my fucking god! yes yes yes yes more please!” Chan was almost screaming as he tried to fuck himself back on your cock but not having any leverage to move himself.

He felt way too good to take your time, both hands finding his hips and holding him up slightly with both his feet planted firmly against the cushions of the couch on either side of you and allowing himself to rest his upper back on one of your shoulders. You immediately began to thrust up into his heat at a brutal pace. The sounds of his screaming and skin slapping together every time your balls slapped against his own mixing into the air of the apartment.

You loved how loud Chan got when he didn’t have a chance to be self conscious about it with the headphones downing out every single sound. You abused his prostate, slamming into the bundle of nerves everytime you buried yourself inside him, just to drag across it as you pulled out. It really didn’t take long for Chan to be drooling and babbling as you fucked him dumb on your cock. “cl-close… please please please let me cum- c-can i cum p-please? fuck please!” Chan begged as his cock twitched painfully against his abs.

You moved one arm from his hip to wrap around his torso to keep him balanced on your shoulder and never slowing down your thrusts. Using your now free hand, you wrapped it around his throbbing cock as he leaked all over your hand. “yes yes yes yes fuck please g-gonna cum-“ Chan’s words began slurring together as you brought him to his high, your hand and his abs getting covered in his warm white ropes of release.

The way he clenched around you when he came had you hissing and groaning as you buried yourself to the hilt again, filling him up with your own release and painting his walls white. You rocked your hips through your climax before Letting Chan slump against you again. You two stayed like that for a moment just panting and catching your breath before you began removing the cuffs, then the blind fold, then the headphones. Chan was still floating through his post-nut bliss, this being the only time you’d be able to smoothly return his senses and not completely overwhelm him.

Chan’s eyes fluttered open again, fully cleaned and both of you wearing clean boxers and wrapped in the comfort of your bed. Chan was curled into your side with his head on your chest. The sound of your heartbeat and the gentle drag of your nails along his scalp being the things to bring him back to earth. The sound of you lazily singing to him allowing the transition to be as smooth as possible.

Noticing Chan stirring in your hold, you placed a soft kiss to the top of his head. “Welcome back my love~” you cooed. “Hi Jagi, thank you for taking care of me” Chan hummed in response. Bliss, love, safety. Those are the things you could make Chan feel so easily and only you were capable of it. Chan was so completely whipped and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Rigor Mortis (part 3)

College roommate!Miguel O'Hara x reader

(AO3 Mirror) (Wattpad) Series Masterlist, Main Masterlist,

Part 2, Part 4

summary: A bad day turns even worse. Miguel surprises you.

warnings: angst angst angst, mentions of grief, very vague mention of domestic violence and abuse.

recommended reading: the painting Ophelia by John Everett Millais, and the song Ophelia by the lumineers.

a/n: i lowkey suck at communicating my "big" ideas so i really really hope this makes sense!

Thank you to my beta readers, @tianyhi and @urgonnaneedabiggership (they also write Miguel fics, I highly recommend! my favourite is this series), I couldn't have done it without you guys <3

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wc: 3.8k

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they were here, she says,

You’ve had your share of bad days.

Oh God , enough to fill an A4 binder with. For example, knocking out that tooth when you were twelve. A butterfly effect of fuck ups that led to a scuffle at school: blood in your mouth, a tooth on the ground, and a looong suspension. You received quite the earful at home, that day. 

And then there was telling your parents you had dropped out of college. Telling them you were moving halfway across the country with your boyfriend. Breaking up with said boyfriend in your favourite diner; thus sullying Pam’s waffles and pancakes with the bitter taste of… oh-fuck-I-don’t-know-how-I’ll-afford-an-apartment-now. Oh, and heartbreak – although that wasn’t as immediate. 

Scratch that, the day of the breakup had been fairly mundane. Pleasant, even. Jamie had an off day, and you only had a few lectures. He didn’t tell you, of course, so meeting him in the apartment was a surprise. You’re home earlier than usual, and you can’t quite bear to wake him up; slumped on the sofa like an old cat. He’s tired, lectures and clerkships running him ragged for the past few years. Only a year out until residency, with bags under his eyes as proof, and you see him less and less.  All things considered, you’re glad to spend the rest of the day with him. 

You’d spent too long after the break up analysing the days leading up to it: for a sign, something in his behaviour that would’ve warned you. And so, you remember it quite vividly: kicking your shoes off, putting your bag down, and sinking into the sofa next to him. You curl into him, looking up at his face: steady, tempered breathing. Something at your chest, solid and heavy. He looks peaceful, happy; and you haven't seen that side of him in quite a while. 

When you shift against him, you knock against his shoulder. Jamie stirs, groggy, and eyes adjusting to the light. The first thing he sees as he wakes is you; romantic, in theory. His expression is etched into your subconscious; stark and stiff like a marble statue, or a tombstone. A flash of disappointment, lip drawn in what seemed like disgust – but only for a moment.  

" Morning , baby." You squeeze his side, and take his hand into yours. That look ; it's gone almost as quickly as it came. 

"Thought…" He frowns, fighting dregs of sleep. "I thought you would be back later."

"Nope." You give him a smile and he returns with one that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He puts a hand on your cheek. 

"Morning," Probably tired, he sighs deeply. You move on with the day. And he breaks up with you, not even 6 hours later.

You had had 4 years of that: good days, bad days, but most of them had been… mundane. Boring. Not quite the heat and intensity of true love, as the movies had gaslighted you into believing in. 

You like the old black and white ones the best. Old fashioned, old-timey folk; declarations of love in tinny transatlantic accents. Suddenly, you’re on the floor of your childhood bedroom; eyes wide at the Sound of Music. Maria and Von Trapp hand in hand: her dress billowing, the flash of white glove on the small of her back. Love, love, love; and your lack of it.

You feel its loss all the same. 

Despite all your efforts – including a dash to the station that could rival an Olympic sprinter – you were late to your first lecture. Sweaty, out of breath, and ambushed with a pen and paper; thrust into your hands on arrival. You look around to see dozens of heads down, scribbling furiously. A surprise test – and you’re late.

Hand aching, you barely finish within the two hours, after bullshitting your way through at least half of the questions. By the looks of the people streaming out of the hall; faces rumpled and grimacing; you’re not the only one. However, it does little to comfort you. You’re sure you're the only one failing so spectacularly, with the semester already half over. 

You'd smacked your leg on the coffee table on the way out and a book had slammed to the floor. An art book, the kind in a model home - and you know damn well Miguel's not an enthusiast. The image sticks for some reason, leg aching as you trudge to your next class. When he gives you that blank look; the memory of men gone past is haunting – dead-eyed, and blank, like eyes cut out of a painting. You wonder if a Van Gogh would feel the same with the brilliant blue of eyes slashed out. 

Nevertheless, you feel like lead. Off

to your next class, and it's going over material passed out the day before; which you didn’t have the time to look over. The professor drones on; voice monotonous and gravelly. Struggling to keep up, you sink into your seat – tapping away at your laptop, whatever you can get down. You pick at your lip, unravelling; unfurling like the tip of a slashed rope.

That's what you’re waiting for, you think: sandbags clattering down from stage left, to bring the rest of this whole farce down.

A sinking feeling, that starts at your chest and makes its way to the tops of your fingers and toes, leaves you numb for the rest of the day. Dread, like a shadow, at your heels in the corridors, across the courtyard, all around campus. Another lecture, and you make it in time for labs, barely, but there’s no time to go over notes; what you managed to scrape together in preparation. And of course , your lab partner’s sick, because that’s just the kind of day you’re having. It’s hectic, doing the work of two people with only the scraps you’ve cobbled together. 

The pressure mounts. Like liquid in that flask you weren’t meant to stopper; and you just might end up like its remnants on the counter. Glass everywhere but where it should be. For a good grade, it helps to be organised: everything in its place, always. Except it isn’t, and you’ve fucked it up, again . It means the results don’t match up in your lab book, and another hour staring at liquid decanting, monitoring temperatures. Staring at stark white walls, with achy legs. 

You step out whilst machines run in your stead, and shed your lab coat. It’s hot and stuffy in there but out in the corridor, you can finally breathe. Forehead on the cool wall, it all stops for a moment. The persistent buzz of your phone, sat in the pocket of your trousers, creeps into the quiet. 

Absent-mindedly, you turn it on with a click. The buzzing stops. You’ve just missed a call from Miguel. It’s odd, he doesn’t usually call, but it’s the little box underneath the notification that makes you pause. A message, from a number you thought you’d blocked – that you should’ve blocked. 

From:Jamie <3

Hey

From:Jamie <3

We should meet. I’ve still got some of your things in the apartment.

Your blood runs cold. Dread, like a shadow; its hand wrapped your neck. You can’t breathe, stuck under the weight of something at your chest. You can’t breathe, the walls close in. We should meet , he says. Like it’s the easiest thing in the world; just friends catching up over a coffee. Like you didn’t watch him carve out a chunk of your heart with a rusty spoon. 

A panic attack, and you’re awkwardly hunched over by the wall, phone in hand. Someone will find you here, lying on the vinyl floor in Block B, spread eagle between lab 6 and 7. Dramatic timing, but if it kills you; you’ll find a way to haunt your ex's ass for the foreseeable future. And Miguel’s too, because if you’re having a bad day; then somewhere out there, he’s having a good one. 

~~~

The apartment is still when Miguel gets back – unusually so. You’re not on the sofa, watching a mindless soap opera, or howling some song in the shower. And he’s had to deal with that most days for the past few weeks, a break in the peace and quiet he’s so carefully cultivated. Rigorous routine, they keep him together. He needed it; the way myth needs a martyr, the way flowers on a small grave needs a body. A tick-tick-tick in his head, that drives him a little less crazy after a morning run, or a good meal when he comes home. A countdown, he thinks, a mechanical clock whirring and puttering with a shake of its gears. He feels them stutter and start, slowing down, but not quite stopping. An ache so deep, he feels its creak with every step. 

Absent-mindedly, he looks around the empty apartment, pulling at his ears.

When he was younger, Gabi would pull at his ears, to get him out of a book. Reading, always reading, whenever he could. At the dinner table, when his mamá would rap his knuckles with a wooden spoon and chuckle lightly at his little grimace. No en la mesa, Miguelito. Not at the table, Miggy. Léeme más tarde – read it to me later.

It was when he got his braces, and picked up a slight lisp. He stopped talking for a while, not completely; but a lot less, not as interactive in lessons. And it was always little Miguel, at the front of the class with his hand up to answer. It didn’t help that Gabi poked fun at him, often sneaking up to him to hiss in his ear: palms pressed together with a slithering motion, and then a strike to his ribs like una víbora - a viper , struggling to say his S’s. They’d fight because of it after, tousling on the floor of their bedroom in a mass of limbs, like pythons squeezing prey. Or at least, until their mamá rushed to separate them. 

She didn’t like it when her boys fought; so they’d been forced to make up every time. He still has the scars to prove it.

Car magazines at first, and then the newspaper, whatever book he had picked up at the library that week. Even with his lisp, his mother made sure he read to her, and sometimes to Gabi as well, at least once a week. Looking back, she was never perfect; the things he knows now about his dear mamá, and her visage tumbles like Ozymandias in the sand. Her mother, married to a piece-of-shit mechanic; and his mother, elbow deep in the oil spill. That’s the funny thing about love, he thinks. Love, and the lack of it; dripping through the cracks, passed on through generations. Maybe mamá felt the gears shuddering in her chest. He hopes Gabi was saved from that burden. 

A small voice at the back of his mind tells him: it’s not enough. Doesn’t explain the little boy pulling at his ears, in Miguel’s jacket and dress shoes.

A glimpse in the reflection of a shiny pan on the side table, and he looks like shit. Eyebags, a permanent scowl, shadowy lines that prick at the corners of his eyes. It’s ironic, crows feet without the penchant for laughing. He thinks you’d find it funny. The pink and purple of a setting sun spills in through windows and makes him sigh. It’s late, and you’re still not home. 

God, you're strange; sticking your nose where you shouldn't. Disrupting the calm of his apartment. A sanctuary, and you've got your grubby paws all over it. Your shit is all over the place; pun-based mugs in the cabinet, chewed pen lids with no pens in sight, a blanket on the couch. The same blanket, a ratty old thing, that he usually meets you wrapped in when he gets back. A creature of habit, he folds it up; trying to ignore the whispers of your perfume, sweet and heady on the fabric.

He gets dressed, starting with dinner; knife on a chopping board cutting onions and peppers into cubes. It's therapeutic, the steady thud ringing out into the kitchen. Quiet, for a fleeting moment. But the worry, it sticks ; despite his better judgement. Before he changes his mind, he clicks open his phone to call you. It rings out – you don’t pick up.

The urge to call again is surprisingly troublesome, so he shoves it down with a piece of tortilla. It sits in his chest, regardless.

~~~

You trudge into the apartment. Squelch seems more accurate, sopping wet as you step out of waterlogged trainers. It was an inopportune time to wear jeans and forget a jacket – and you fight the urge to wring out onto the wooden planks. Miguel would kill you; the place was already falling apart, and water-warped floorboards might just be the last straw.

It’s thundering outside; a torrential downpour you’d just been dragged through. Dragged, half-running through streets-turned-streams, with nothing but a tank top and hoodie on your back. And you must look a sight , eyes bleary and slick with rainwater. The bag heavy on your back goes first, slipped off your shoulder and on the floor next to the coffee table with a thunk . You’re unzipping the flimsy canvas, inspecting its contents. A soaked through textbook, clumps of loose paper. You’re ready to cry when you see what's happened to the pages of your lab book; bleeding ink that’s only half-legible. But it’s the state of your laptop that makes your chest really heave and knees weak.

It’s slick with rainwater, and the sandwich you’d forgotten to eat, smeared across its fans. Caked on, more accurately; an odd sludge that you try your best to wipe away. You put it on the coffee table and your hand shakes as you press the power button. A click, a stuttering whir, and the screen flickers on. Then, just as strained, it putters off. Dead. Completely dead. 

You sink onto the floor, head in your hands between the coffee table and the couch. Everything was on there: photos from senior prom, end of semester projects – your whole life. You have to dig your teeth into your bottom lip to bite back a scream.

Miguel peers from the kitchen, watching your silent breakdown. Quiet, and so still, with only the slight shake of shoulders to tell him that something is wrong. He glances at your half-opened laptop. He’d eaten already, clearing up what remains of his dinner and this is the sight he’s greeted with: the lady of the lake, lain between the reeds. 

He shakes the image out of his head, and walks over. You feel a tentative prod, and look up.

“...I called you,” He says lightly, scratching at his neck.

You blink up at him. He thinks you look like a painting, watery and forlorn, framed in the yellow light of the soft bulbs.

“I was busy,” It’s not said with malice, nor as lilting as your usual sarcasm. Plain, simple. Busy. Your head slumps back into the little hollow you’ve made with your arms.

And so he sits, shoulders brushing against yours. He’s frustratingly patient, presence warm and comfortable despite… well, despite everything. 

You can’t help it. Popping back up, you state, “You never call, though.”

“You’re never this late home.” Home. The word is heavy, knocks you onto your heels.

“So?” You shrug. “Could’ve been out with friends, or at a club–”

Laughter slips out like apples loose in a bag, spills onto the floor. Crisp, sweet; but you glare at him all the same. 

“You don’t have friends.” He says it with the remnants of a smile, teasing. A challenge, and you’re more than happy to accept. 

“ Not true , fuckface.” It is. You'd lost track of most of your friends after moving – and all the ones you made here? Your friends were Jamie's friends, and they chose him  in the divorce. " You don't have any friends."

"I do ."

"You don't." It's your turn to scoff. "It's a Friday night and you're in here, washing up and planning to go to bed at a reasonable time."

"I'm an adult, doesn't mean I don't have–" 

"The ones you fuck don't count." And then you pinch the bridge of your nose. "God forbid, if that's how you treat your friends…" 

He laughs, properly, and you feel it in your chest too: the kind of laughter that bubbles like little breaths rising to the top of a lake. 

“M’serious.” He says it in between gasping breaths and you try to steady your own giggles. "And, I have a friend who could take a look at your laptop, if you wanted."

His eyes flick over to the crime scene besides you. It's sweet, but.. "It's gone, Miguel, I know. You don't need to… try and make me feel better."

" Chula ," He flicks the deep lines forming at your brow. You look up and he says, softly, "I'm not trying to make you feel better. I'm trying to get you off of the floor so I can mop up that puddle."

With the way he says it, with that little smile, you don't believe him. 

Now he's got your attention, he says, "You could've skipped that 9:00am. Or just been late. Don't think it would've mattered."

"Maybe." You shake your head. "M'not the best student. I'm blindingly… average. Just wanted it to be different, this year." 

Your voice crackles, leaves something in the air he can't quite name. Quiet, again, except this time it's thicker. Smoke, ash, rolling clouds of melancholy in the little front room. For once, he doesn't know what to say. 

You've got your head back on the sofa now, with a deep sigh. You look at the ceiling, and he's looking at you. It's the first time he's able to really study your features, trace the outline of your lips and sloping cheekbone. Your lashes, damp with little droplets of water, look crystalline in the light. Sparkling. Like the paintings depicted in the hefty book sat on his coffee table. He's read that one, twice , cover-to-cover in a fit of… insanity, maybe. He's not a man of frills and fancy, didn't really get it; nor why Gabi had given him the book in the first place. It felt like a filler piece, something to put on the little table and forget about, or to prop up a wooden leg. But that's not how his brother works, frustratingly convoluted. It's stupid, Miguel thought. Everything had to mean something , or what was it good for? 

But looking at you, here, like this ; it clicks. Reaching over for the book, he leans it against the flat of his thigh. And you see it in the corner of your eye, watching as he flicks through the pages. Filled with art, it's the kind of thing on a table in a model apartment: a space-filler in a false home. When you first came here, the starkness and severity of the space had stuck. To you, the book had only reinforced it. Who was Miguel? A serial killer for all you know, stocking fluff pieces and coffee table books; only pretending to be human.

Finally, he stops, finger over a specific place. A double page spread, of surprisingly good quality. 

He clicks his tongue. " This one. "

You follow his finger. A woman in a lake doesn't do it justice. It's beautiful, but it doesn't mean anything to you.

" Ophelia, John Everett Mills, 1852 ." He reads out the little label at the bottom of the image. "Like from Hamlet."

You shrug. "I don't…?"

"Well, she's in love with Hamlet, and then her father's murdered, Hamlet fucks off; and she's left heartbroken, goes mad because of it , arguably–" 

"I've taken tenth grade English, Miguel. I don't get what that has to do with anything."

"She drowns herself. Also arguably, to be fair," He chews his lip, thinking. "Slipped off the bark of a willow tree, into a brook. Incapable of her own distress, or something. Drowns. Do you know how horrible drowning feels? How violent? And yet–" 

He taps the page, and you come a little closer. Beautiful. She's beautiful. 

"I'll admit it, I'm not a big fan of Shakespeare. Gabi – my brother – is way better at this stuff than me. Drama and intrigue and–" He gestures vaguely. "– love . That's why he likes it, apparently. And I… I know someone who really liked this page; I think it was the colours, or the flowers…? She said it looked like a photo, and that the woman looked so pretty in the water."

He pauses, dead-eyed. He's rambling, only taking a breath to compose himself." I… didn't have the heart to tell her that Ophelia, in this painting, is dead. Dead as a fucking doornail. Dragged through still water, sentenced to death by her passivity and grief – but you wouldn't know it."

Unconsciously, you trace the outline of her hair with your finger; swirling locs that blend into muddy reflections. She's on her back and fully dressed; a beaded skirt billowing out into the water. On her back and looking up, like you were on the sofa just a moment ago. Oh. Oh . You blink at the image. Flowers, peppered around to frame Ophelia in her watery grave. It doesn't look like a grave from where you're sitting, but there's a body in the water all the same. 

There's a lump in your throat. Grief; the loss of 4 years of your life in a middling relationship, the aftermath of dead eyes and brilliant blue slashed from a canvas frame. Grief, rising to the surface like a bloated carcass. You thought you'd bound its ankles to cinder blocks and tossed it in a river long ago. 

"I'm probably overstepping. For that, I'm sorry, and I mean it. But I think there's something else. I..I hear you rattling around at night; and sometimes, when I look at you..." 

Your eyes are glassy, tears threatening to spill over. You’re hearing him but you don’t quite understand. Does he know? God, does he know?

"...it reminds me of this painting. You remind me of Ophelia .”

He sighs, turning to you.

“I know how it feels. And I think this shit is going to kill you, if you're not careful."

~~~

He doesn't talk about it. He runs off to start the shower, bundles you into towels and leaves you reeling. God, it's like you've been shot – barely a 10 minute conversation and he's cracked open your ribs to root around in what's left of you. He sees you; wades through the undergrowth and cuts through the bulllshit - he sees you. 

You couldn't even answer. That's what stings the most. 

You’ve settled on the sofa, cross-legged and still fresh from the shower. There’s a documentary on the TV; mindless background to Miguel clattering in the kitchen. He’s putting together some leftovers, even though you insisted that you weren’t hungry, that you’ve already eaten. Well , he had pointed to the gunk caked onto your laptop, wasn’t that the problem in the first place?

He’s good at it; wraps you up in the blanket you always keep draped on the cushions, and hands you a full plate. Wordlessly, because you suppose he’s said everything he needed to. Dutifully, he takes care of you, without a word; the strain of cutting you open on the coffee table clearly too much to bear.

You thank him, and he settles on the armchair opposite, mug of coffee in hand. The gloom of the TV bathes him in light, cuts his cheekbones and jaw just so. One of your mugs in his lap, and he's in a thick knitted sweater. His hair kisses the tops of his lashes, but he brushes it away. You swallow thickly, and when he turns, you look away.

“...You okay?” He asks, confused.

You nod, unable to speak. He gives you a small smile, the corners of his eyes crinkled up like crepe paper. You return it with one of your own. 

He sees you. Finally, you see him too.

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[the-broken-truth]

Twisted Wonderland Nonsense [6]: The Prefect Chart

[Note: Yuu is genderless, using the They/Them Pronouns]

[The Overblot Boys (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, and Malleus) are occupying one of the meeting rooms; Riddle being the only one who is standing a large horizontal white board that rotates, while the rest of the Overblots are sitting in their chairs; well, Leona lounging in his chair and looked like he was about to fall asleep.]

Riddle: Now that we are all here... It's time to discuss a rather important matter: The Prefect of Ramshackle.

[All eyes are on Riddle, even Leona is awake and alert, paying attention to Riddle.]

Vil: What about My Sweet Potato?

Riddle: I am certain all of you are aware of this, but it would be wrong of me not to bring this up: We are consuming too much of the Prefect's Time from each other.

Jamil: Meaning?

Riddle: When someone wants to spend tim with Rose, they sometimes have to cancel on other obligations they have made with another one of us; causing them to feel rather bad about canceling on someone else. We all want to be around Rose, none of us can deny that; but we need to learn how to share the Prefect's Time fairly without overwhelming them.

Leona: Why the hell do I need to share My Herbivore with the rest of you when it's clear that I a their favorite?

Vil (Glaring at Leona): And what makes you think you are the Prefect's Favorite, you overgrown lazy cat?

Leona: They prefer to be around me more, considering that I am always at Ramshackle and they make me amazing meals without me even asking. And the head scratches...don't even get me started.

Jamil: Kingscholar, the only reason My Desert Flower allows you to stay at Ramshackle is because you break in when they are gone and steal their sofa for your damn napping. The only reason they make you food is because they are such a good host and would feel bad if they didn't offer you anything to eat. As for the head scratches, I am certain that you force your head into their lap and they scratch your head, thinking that you were Grim.

Leona (Glaring at Jamil): What the hell did you say, Serpent?!

Malleus: Kingscholar, Viper, that is enough. We are speaking about the Child of Man, now is not the time for pettiness. (Looks at Riddle) Please, move on, Rosehearts.

Riddle (Flips the Board over - revealing an empty Pie Chart with Yuu's Name at the top): This is the Prefect Chart, we are going to divide the Prefect's Free Time fairly so that we can all spend time with them without overwhelming them.

[The Other Overblot Boys nod.]

Riddle: Now, according to my sources: Rose's Busiest Days are Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays - therefore, we need to have Rose relax and rest after all of that work.

Jamil: Scarabia has some of the softest beds on campus and I can make them some good food. I will cater to my desert flower, just as I would cater to Kalim.

Vil: What about Al-Asim's Hyperactiveness and Relentless Partying? Wouldn't that bother My Sweet Potato's Rest? I think Pomefiore would be the better place for the Prefect to rest.

Idia: With that overwhelming smell of perfume? Sugar Skull should ome to Ignihyde - I have a Sound Proof Room with no dim lighting so they can get some proper rest.

Riddle: Viper, what days does Kalim not throw parties?

Jamil: He tends to avoid partying on Wednesdays.

Riddle: Okay - Aftering Rose's Work on Wednesdays, Rose will rest in Scarabia. Pomefiore woud be good for Mondays, and Ignihyde on Fridays.

[Vil, Jamil, and Idia nod]

Riddle: Moving on. The Prefect loves to execise on Saturdays to release all pent up energy and anger. I think it would be best if Rose spent that day with Savanaclaw.

Leona: Agreed.

Malleus: If that is the case, I would ask that My Child of Man comes to Diasomnia on Sundays.

Riddle: That is fair. Moving on...

[The Overblot Boys continue the meeting for about 30 Minutes and ends when Riddle gives everyone copies of the Prefect Time Chart they've all agreed one.]

[Meanwhile - At Ramshackle]

Yuu (Reading a book and looks up, looking around to see if someone is watching them): Why do I feel like someone is gunning for me?

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 • 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

Wc: 1.3k

Summary - you dressing up as Spider-woman for Halloween and the only way you can convince Jude to wear his Spiderman costume is if you let him take it off of you

🏷️tags - Halloween, spiderman suit, innercourse, talk with semen, little dirty talk, first person pov

Pairing - Jude Bellingham x f reader, boyfriend! Jude

🎃 - Jude Bellingham Masterlist

(a/n)- didn't proof read. No spell check. Just vibes

꒦ˎˊ˗ ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ꒦꒷꒦₊˚

Halloween decorations adorn the house. Faux cobwebs and spiders scattered around the house, pumpkin covered black blankets sitting on the back of the sofa Along with decorative pillows that had black cats on them. candles were lit with pumpkin spice scent traveling around the room. Our house was set and ready for the Halloween season.

Along with the decorations everywhere, I had my costume ready for the special day. Spider-woman. I have been dying to go as Spider-woman for Halloween for a long time. And to accompany me I was going to make Jude dress as Spider-Man.

The only problem was Jude didn’t know I wanted him to dress as Spider-Man. I’ve never told him I brought the suit for him, but he’ll find out tonight.

Jude got home after training around 6pm. When he walked through the door I greeted him. “hi baby.”

Jude smiled and dropped his bag. He then kissed me. “how was your day baby?” he asked me as he started to pull off his shoes.

“It’s been good. I have something I want to ask you.” I grew giddy and nervous at the thought of asking him that question.

“What is it?” Jude hand pulled me close to him by my waist before his hand traveled to my ass.

“I want to ask you if you will be my peter Parker.”

While my eyebrows raised, Jude’s knitted. “your Peter Parker?”

I nodded. “uh huh. I got you a suit too!”

“too?”

I smiled. “yeah. I can be your Jessica Drew. Your Gwen Stacy.” I stood on my tippy toes and kissed Jude.

When we pulled away he hummed. “I’m interested. But the only way you can get me to wear is if I see you in your Spider suit.” Jude smirked at me in that way that made butterflies fill my stomach.

“ok.” I took Jude’s hand. “Follow me.”

Me and Jude walked to the bedroom. Jude sat on the bed while I went to the closet where the costume was waiting for me.

I slipped out of my clothes leaving my panties before slipping into the suit. When it was on me I walked over and took a look at myself.

I looked so hot. The way the suit hugged my body made every curve of mine show. I need Jude would love this.

I walked out of the closet to see Jude laying on the bed on his phone. We he felt my presence he looked over to me.

“Ta da.”

Jude eyes widen. His phone was now disregarded as he got up and walked up to me. “you look so hot baby.”

His eyes fell down my body landing on my boobs. I felt my face heat up at his eye contact.

“Now, will you put on the suit too.”

Jude humming filled the air. His lips pressed into a thin line as he thought. “yeah I will.” He leaned down and kissed me with his dangerously hot lips. “but one more thing before I do that.”

“what?”

Jude leaned down, his forehead pressed against mine, our lips mere inches away from each other’s. His lips being so close to mine and his hands trailing down my back to ass sent shivers down my spine.

“lemme take this off of you.”

My lips were on his in a span of seconds. Our kisses were rough and hungry. Jude backed me up towards the bed. I turned around my ass pressed against his dick that was growing harder as the seconds past.

One of Jude’s hands held my waist as the other tugged at the zipper. I wiggled a little so he could tug it off of me. The wiggling caused me to grind my ass against Jude’s crotch.

Jude groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me.” He kissed my back before tugging the suit all the way down my legs.

We started kissing again when I turned back around. Fingers tugging lightly at his hair, nails scratching his neck, our tongues colliding with every kiss. I grew wetter with each passing moment. My moans filling the room couldn’t go unnoticed either.

Jude grabbed my thighs and pushed me so that I was all the way on the bed. His lips left mine. He started trailing kisses down my neck to my chest to my breast. A felt his warm tongue circle my nipple several times.

My mouth fell into an O as pulled away and gave attention to the other. Jude looked up at me through his lashes. When he saw the state I was in he smirked.

When he pulled away the next thing he did was pull off his shirt. My lips were pulled in between my teeth when I saw his abs.

Jude looked at me. He tilted his head when he saw my action. “ You want me to fuck this tight pussy of yours?” Jude’s hands went down to my pussy that was still covered in my panties. He rubbed small circles on my clit making me moan and clench around nothing.

“yes! Please fuck me Jude.” My eyes filled with pleading as they looked into his. Only he could get this side out of me.

Jude laughed slightly before pulling his hand away. He pulled my panties down roughly making me gasp. Then he takes his time to pull off his pants and boxers.

He grabs my legs and parts them. He slotted himself in between them. There was a smile on my face but quickly that disappeared when He thrust his hips into me.

I could feel him in my stomach as he trust into me a couple more times. “shit, Jude.”

Jude’s mouth fell open as he moves inside of me.

With each and every last fucking movement a moan fell from my lips. The sheets that were under me were now a mess from me gripping them.

“jude.. f.. feels so fucking good.” I stuttered.

“feels good huh?” Jude’s voice was deep as he asked that question. I looked at him with lazy eyes and nodded. “yes.”

I threw my head back at how good it felt. I know I was growing closer and closer by every thrust.

I felt Jude hand press down on my lower stomach while he kept on pumping inside of me. I lifted my head making eye contact with him. breathless moans still escaped my lips every time his thick cock entered me, but now even more with the added pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” Jude asked. One of His hand left my waist and went to the back of my neck. I nodded my head before his lips touched mine.

The buzz in my stomach grew and grew. I could feel myself fluttering around him. Jude could too.

“gonna cum pretty girl?”

I nodded again.

“Look at me when you cum. Don’t stop looking at me do you understand?”

I nodded, but that wasn’t enough for Jude. “no use your words.”

“y- yes. I understand you.”

Jude laughed for a second. His hand that was on my neck now returned to my waist so he could drill into my the way he loved. My moans sound painful, but they weren’t. It was the best feeling in the world.

“I’m so so fucking close.” I cried out. I didn’t break the eye contact not even when I felt my orgasm come.

Jude name fell from my lips as I squirmed in his hold. Jude didn’t stop fucking me until his own orgasm came. He pulled out of me, letting his cum spill on my stomach. He groaned jerking himself off until he was done.

We both caught our breaths. Jude eventually got up and went to the bathroom to grab a towel. He returned wiping off his semen from my stomach.

He threw the towel in the dirty clothes hamper and rejoined me on the bed.

“so we’re going as Spider-Man and Woman?” I wrapped my arms around his neck kissing his nose. Jude wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him.

“yeah. Anything for you.” I giggled as he kissed me. Dreams really do come true.

[anime-owo-kage-san]

We’re Both On A Leash (Part 2)

Part 1

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Alastor returns to the Hazbin Hotel with an uncharacteristically eerie silence. The Radio Demon did not have his usual chipper attitude, or his golden smile.

In fact….

His entire face was bandaged, a stark reminder of the events that had transpired.

Every step, he exuded an aura of quiet intensity, with only a single eye piercing through the layers of cloth that concealed the rest of his face.

Without a word, Alastor made his way through the doors.

Just as he expected, there were stares. And some whose hands went to cover their mouths, to prevent themselves from gasping, as they saw the red cladded demon’s bundled face.

Charlie was the first to speak, “Alastor—“

But, she was stopped by Vaggie putting a hand on her shoulder, before she could approach him.

Alastor held the princess in a short, meaningless staring contest, before breaking his gaze.

Then fixed his eye on Husk, who was wiping down the bar counter, until the cat sensed his staring and looked up at him. The tension in the air was palpable as Alastor approached, his silent demeanor sending a chill down Husk's spine.

Husk glanced up, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in Alastor's appearance. Concern mingled with confusion as he watched Alastor lift his hand and motion for him to follow, his movements stiff and deliberate as he started walking ahead, towards his room.

Assuming that Alastor's silence was due to the tightness of his bandages, Husk walked out of the bar, following suit.

.•.•.

The journey to Alastor's room was fraught with tension, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words. Husk couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. He knows this is definitely about what he did yesterday. The bandages are enough proof, that the scratch he made was still there.

His mind was racing, wondering what the Radio Demon was going to do to him.

.•.•.

They entered the dimly lit confines of Alastor's room, and Husk shut the door behind him.

With a snap of the deer demon’s fingers, two single sofa chairs facing each other appeared, followed by a mini table with a tea set on top in between.

Alastor sat down on one chair and motioned for Husk, to sit down on the other.

Knowing there was no point of bolting for the door, Husk sat down and prepared himself for whatever confrontation lay ahead.

But to his surprise, Alastor remained silent, his lone eye fixed on Husk.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, Husk spoke up, his voice trembling slightly. “Hey, uh… boss... if it’s about the incident yesterday, I—“

Alastor held his hand up, as if to tell him ‘hold on’. But, he offered no other response.

Husk's confusion deepened as he watched Alastor, his mind racing to make sense of the situation.

Before he could voice his thoughts again, Alastor snapped his fingers once more, a notepad and pen appeared in hand.

His hand moved with deliberate precision as he penned his words, the scratch of his pen against paper was the only sound in the room.

When he finished, he held the paper up for Husk to read.

[Why did you interfere?]

Husk's eyes scanned the note, his brows furrowing in thought before he offered his reply. “Well... duh... You were about to fuck yourself over. You could've died, or worse, trying to argue with someone who owns you."

Alastor's expression remained impassive as he carefully wrote another note, and held it up for Husk again.

[But, I own you. If I died, you would have been free from my contract. Why stop the possibility of me getting killed?]

Husk fell silent, his gaze drifting to the floor as he grappled with Alastor's question. After a moment of contemplation, he looked back up. “I mean... you make a good point. But…. I wouldn't want to free myself that way.”

“It would feel... kinda un-achieving... To hope that someday, somebody else offs you, when it's my own fault that my soul is yours would be... pathetic." he spoke up once more, his voice tinged with sincerity.

Alastor regarded him with surprise, his single eye fixed on Husk as he listened to his words.

"And I guess... In the end... even if you don't see it the same way... I kinda consider you as both a boss I hate and a good —morally mixed, yet— good friend.” The cat looked off to the side. “There are worse Overlords out there, to be owned by. I'm better off dealing with your bullshit," Husk concluded, his voice carrying a hint of resignation.

Alastor's silence spoke volumes as he absorbed Husk's words, a flicker of something akin to understanding passing through his gaze.

The room fell quiet once more, as Husk waited for Alastor to do or say something.

Eventually, he does do something.

Alastor brought his hands up to his face and slowly unwrapped the bandages shrouding his face.

Husk watched with a mixture of anticipation and confusion. He wasn’t sure why almost the entirety of the deer demon’s face was bandaged. He was sure his claws had only scratched his eye.

As the last of the bandages fell away, revealing the true extent of Alastor's injuries, Husk's shock was palpable. His eye, once vibrant and alive, was now stitched wide open, a permanent reminder of their altercation.

And his mouth….

It was sewn shut with the obvious intention to mock the very idea of speech. Though, the stitches seemed loose enough, that Alastor could still wear a smile behind them; a strained smile that only served to deepen Husk's sense of guilt, his own facade crumbling in the face of his…. friend's(?) suffering.

"Ah shit...!" Husk muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "This... is my fault, isn't it...? I’m sorry…”

Alastor offered a shrug, his eyes betraying the pain he sought to conceal as he wrote and handed Husk another note.

[Logically, yes. The injury you gave me must've sparked a twisted idea of some sort of punishment. But let's be honest... If you hadn't interfered, she definitely would have done worse. So, thank you. For doing what you could only think would help, at least...]

Husk's heart sank as he read Alastor's words, the weight of his actions pressing down upon him with crushing force. In his attempt to protect the man, he had unwittingly become the catalyst for his suffering.

But even as guilt gnawed at his conscience, Husk found a bit of solace in Alastor's gratitude.

Until he had the stupidest idea to open his mouth again. “Uh… Hold on. How are you gonna host your radio shows now? Radio broadcasting is your thing. But, uh..…”

Husk's question hung in the air, the weight of it settling heavily upon Alastor's shoulders, and his functional eye widened, as he stares at the table. For the first time since his injury, he found himself grappling with the harsh reality of his newfound silence.

His mind raced with possibilities, each one more dismaying than the last.

How could he continue to host his radio shows without the ability to speak?

The realization hit him…. The woman who had inflicted this punishment upon him knew all too well the significance of his voice. It was his most potent weapon, his greatest asset, for the medium he specialized in. And by robbing him of it, she had struck at the very core of his being.

A bitter taste filled Alastor's mouth as he imagined the headlines —‘Radio Is Officially Dead!’, the mockery that would surely follow. Vox, that insufferable flat faced attention seeker, would undoubtedly revel in his downfall, broadcasting to the world the demise of the Radio Demon.

"I volunteer," Husk said straightforwardly, his offer hung in the air, the weight of his words echoing in the silence of the room.

Alastor looked up, his eye narrowing in confusion as he hummed through the stitches. “Hm?"

"I'll be your voice," Husk clarified. "Give me a script, and I'll speak for you. Be your radio's new voice. Hell! I'll even tell stupid old-timey jokes, you say if that's what you want. It's the least I could do, since you can't talk anymore. That is... if you want me to...?"

Alastor considered Husk's offer for a moment, the gears turning in his mind as he weighed the possibilities.

With a nod, he hummed in response. “Mhmm!" A glimmer of gratitude shining in his eye.

And in that moment, amidst the silence that enveloped them, a new partnership was forged.

[nightsbled]

SWINE.

short story , gothic horror, 8.3k words (40 mins)

“dark, cold, dreary. cliche.

there’s a flash of an old farmhouse; it’s various wallpapers are discoloured and peeled back in certain areas of the walls- a corner here, the outer edges of a light switch there. the rooms are much too large to hold the mismatched pieces of antique furniture. the sofa’s look almost dollhouse-like in their places; one recliner striped in corduroy, one brown leather, a black velvety one in the far back corner, all with cat scratches on each of the exposed corners. the kitchen countertops are chipped along the edges, the cabinets with child-proof locks to keep the cats out. the stove unit is old, the clock barely legible beyond the grime on the inside of the glass nobody could ever seem to clean out. the oven window fairs the same with grease stains impossible to scrub. the upstairs bathroom light no longer works completely, flickering on and off at its own accord. there’s a crack in the hallway ceiling upstairs that lets water seep through when it rains too hard, dripping steadily into a bucket beneath it that’s easy to trip over in the midst of night if you haven’t lived here for as long as they have.

kord remembers growing comfortable in a place like this.”

*

a boy is trapped by his father in the shed behind the farm house, forcing him to reminisce on what got him there. a vow like a prayer to not become his father is unanswered and unaccounted for here. how much monster can he really be?

[jinanreona]

@trestole sent:

she places a hand in front of Ruggie, stopping him from grabbing the basket with clothes " Don't worry about that man, today the big cat himself is gonna do his own laundry, you can go have a break " she says before glancing back at said big cat in question " Ok lazy ass, time for the test, let's see if you can finally beat Horny in something and do your laundry better than him "

The hyena had looked puzzled at first when Dana had taken the basket, scratching his head as he merely watches her approach the lion lounging on one of the Savanaclaw sofas. Confusion quickly turns to mischief, his eyes practically twinkling at even the suggestion of Leona doing his own laundry. "Leona doin' his own laundry? Shshsh, this I gotta see." Not like he'd complain about having one less chore to do, especially one that came with a show~

Leona himself doesn't move even as the basket is presented to him, quirking a brow at the herbivore in amusement. He'd hoped she'd forgotten about that whole ordeal in the past, though it seemed she really was going to test him. What a pain.

He almost turns her away until the mention of the other idiot catches his attention, expression shifting to a wry smirk. "...Tch, I don't need to lift a finger to prove I can do the laundry better than him." Knowing the dragon, the guy would probably forget to take out the clothes from the washing machine until days later. Or worse yet, he'd find a way to make the poor machine explode if it made any noises he didn't like.

Still, if proof is what she wanted, he supposed he could postpone his nap for a few minutes. Getting up, he gave a stretch and yawn before beginning to walk away and towards the laundry room. He hadn't even taken the basket from Dana, seemingly expecting her or Ruggie to bring it for him. "Hurry up, I don't got all day." He'd do it once and never again. That should be enough for her, right?~

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Got a brand new cat scratch-proof sofa last week and one of the cats has decided to CHEW it.

He’s never chewed anything before other than plants; the one who eats shoes and gnawed the dining room chairs doesn’t give a shit about the sofa. WHY, CAT? He’s left little holes all over the top/back. 😿

At least they’re not scratching it, right?

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Top Auto Transport Companies Near Me in Oman | AUS Movers

Ever typed auto transport companies near me into Google, hoping for a quick, reliable solution to move your car?

You’re not alone.

Moving a vehicle, especially in a place like Oman, can feel like a logistical nightmare.

Will it arrive safely?

Will it cost a fortune?

What about my pets or furniture?

I’ve been there, stressing over the details.

Let’s cut through the chaos.

I’m sharing practical tips, real talk, and insights on finding the best auto transport companies near me in Oman, with a nod to AUS Movers & Logistics, a company that’s got your back.

Why Moving Your Car in Oman Isn’t Just “Driving It Over”

Oman’s roads are stunning, but moving a car isn’t always a simple road trip.

You’ve got desert heat, port logistics, and maybe even international borders to consider.

Plus, you might be relocating your home or pets, too.

The stakes are high, and you don’t want a fly-by-night company scratching your ride.

Here’s why choosing the right auto transport company near me matters:

Safety First: This metal vehicle functions as your financial investment.

Time Savings: Professionals handle permits, routes, and paperwork.

Peace of Mind: No worrying about breakdowns or delays.

I once helped a mate move his SUV from Muscat to Salalah.

He tried doing it himself.

Big mistake.

Halfway through, he was stuck in 45°C heat with a flat tyre and no clue about customs forms.

A pro like AUS Movers & Logistics would’ve saved him the headache.

What to Look for in Auto Transport Companies Near Me

Not all auto transport companies near me are the same. 

Some are completely legitimate and some are just actors who jack up prices.

Here’s how to spot the good ones in Oman:

Local Expertise: They know Oman’s roads, ports, and regulations like the back of their hand.

Clear Pricing: No hidden fees. You get a quote, and it sticks.

Insurance Coverage: If your car gets dinged, you’re covered.

Customer Reviews: Check Google or forums for real feedback, not just shiny website testimonials.

Extra Services: Need International Pet Relocation Services or home movers and packers? Pick a company that does it all.

AUS Movers & Logistics ticks these boxes.

They’re based in Oman, so they get the local vibe.

I’ve seen them handle everything from sedans to full household moves without breaking a sweat.

The Magic of Bundling Services: Cars, Pets, and Furniture

Moving isn’t just about your car.

Maybe you’ve got a cat who hates crates or a sofa that’s seen better days.

The best auto transport companies near me offer more than just vehicle shipping.

Think International Pet Relocation Services or home moving company vibes.

Here’s why bundling with a company like AUS Movers & Logistics is a game-changer:

One Point of Contact: No juggling multiple companies.

Cost Efficiency: Combined services often mean discounts.

Coordinated Timing: Your car, pets, and furniture arrive together.

I remember a family in Muscat moving to Dubai.

They had two cars, a golden retriever, and a house full of stuff.

This time, cars were on a flatbed, dog in a comfy crate and furniture wrapped like Fort Knox—synced it all, AUS Movers & Logistics.

Zero stress.

How to Prep Your Car for Transport

Thus, you cannot simply turn over the keys and assume the task done.

Prepping your car saves time and avoids drama.

Here’s my go-to checklist:

Clean It: Wash the exterior to spot existing scratches or dents.

Empty It: Remove personal items. That gym bag isn’t invited.

Check Fluids and Battery: Low fuel, full battery—keeps things safe.

Document Damage: Snap photos before it’s loaded. Trust me, you’ll want proof.

Disable Alarms: Nobody wants a blaring car on a truck.

I learned this the hard way.

Once forgot to empty my glovebox.

My favourite sunglasses?

Gone.

Prep smart, and you won’t lose stuff.

International Pet Relocation Services: Don’t Forget Your Furry Friends

Got a pet?

Moving them across borders is no joke.

Oman’s strict about animal transport—permits, health checks, the works.

International Pet Relocation Services expert auto transport companies near me are in the right place.

Here’s what to expect:

Health Certificates: Vets check your pet’s shots and fitness.

Comfy Crates: Pets travel in secure, airline-approved carriers.

Customs Help: Pros handle Oman’s import/export rules.

AUS Movers & Logistics sorted this for a friend’s parrot.

Yes, a parrot.

It arrived in Singapore squawking happily, no feathers ruffled.

Home Movers and Packers: The Full Package

Home relocation generally occurs alongside vehicle transportation.

A Top Level Home Moving company can pack, load and ship your things. Here is the Digital Marketing!

Here’s why it’s worth it:

Pro Packing: Fragile dishes? They’ll arrive in one piece.

Heavy Lifting: No throwing out your back moving that fridge.

Storage Options: Need to store stuff temporarily? They’ve got space.

I saw them pack a whole villa in Nizwa.

Grandma’s antique vase?

Safe.

Kid’s bike?

Safe.

It was like watching Tetris masters.

FAQs About Auto Transport Companies Near Me

Q: How much does it cost to ship a car in Oman?

A: Depends on distance, car size, and extras like International Pet Relocation Services.

Expect 200–500 OMR for local moves, more for international.

Get a quote from AUS Movers & Logistics for specifics.

Q: Can I track my car during transport?

A: Most legit companies offer tracking.

AUS Movers & Logistics gives real-time updates, so you’re not left guessing.

Q: How long does auto transport take?

A: Within Oman, 1–3 days.

International?

Up to a week, depending on customs.

Ask about home movers and packers if you’re syncing a full move.

Q: Are my pets safe during relocation?

A: With pros handling International Pet Relocation Services, yes.

They use vetted crates and follow Oman’s regulations.

Pro Tips to Avoid Auto Transport Headaches

Nobody wants a horror story.

Here’s how to keep it smooth:

Book Early: Last-minute bookings jack up prices.

Read the Fine Print: Check insurance and cancellation policies.

Ask Questions: If they dodge details, run.

Compare Quotes: Get at least three to spot rip-offs.

Trust Your Gut: Shady vibes? Pick another company.

I dodged a bullet once.

A company offered me dirt cheap but they wouldn’t share their insurance details.

Switched to AUS Movers & Logistics.

Best decision ever.

Why Oman’s Auto Transport Scene Is Unique

Oman’s not your average country.

Ports like Sohar and Salalah are busy, and desert routes demand tough trucks.

Local companies like AUS Movers & Logistics know this.

They’ve got the gear and the know-how to handle Home Relocation Services, car shipping, and even house moving companies needs.

It’s not just transport—it’s Oman-style logistics.

Conclusion: Your Stress-Free Move Starts Here

Moving your car, pets, or home doesn’t have to be a circus.

Pick a company that gets Oman, offers International Pet Relocation Services, and doubles as home movers and packers.

AUS Movers & Logistics has the local chops and full-service vibe to make it easy.

Next time you search for auto transport companies near me, you’ll know exactly what to do.

Get a quote, prep smart, and let the pros handle the rest.

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Pamper Your Pets with Salesbay's Premium Pet Collection

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Pet-Proofing Your Home: Practical Maintenance Tips for Pet Owners

Found your sofa cushions with mysterious teeth marks or your favourite houseplant tipped over again? You're not alone. The joy of pet ownership often comes with a side of household chaos that can test even the most patient owner.

Pet-proofing isn't just about keeping your home tidy—it's about creating a safe environment for your furry friends while protecting your belongings from inevitable pet mischief. This guide offers practical solutions to help you maintain a lovely home without sacrificing your pet's happiness.

Why Pet-Proofing Matters

Pets can cause various types of damage through scratched wooden floors from excited dogs, shredded furniture from cats marking territory, stained carpets from training accidents, and chewed cables that pose electrical hazards.

Beyond the obvious cosmetic concerns, proper pet-proofing addresses serious safety issues. A bit of planning now saves you money on replacements and potentially expensive vet bills later.

General Maintenance Tips

Protecting Furniture & Floors

Choosing the right materials makes all the difference. Opt for microfiber or leather furniture that resists claw marks and wipes clean. Consider washable slipcovers you can pop in the machine after muddy paw incidents. Scratch guards on furniture corners where pets tend to sharpen their claws can also help minimize damage.

Keep your pet's nails trimmed regularly—this simple habit dramatically reduces scratch damage to your floors and furnishings.

Managing Pet Hair & Dander

Can you spot a pet owner's home? It's the one with the tell-tale fur tumbleweeds rolling across the floor. Combat this with hard flooring where possible, as it's easier to clean than carpets. Invest in a quality vacuum designed specifically for pet hair and use washable pet blankets on their favourite resting spots.

Have you tried a robot vacuum? Many pet owners find these helpful for daily maintenance between deeper cleans.

Handling Accidents & Odours

When accidents happen (and they will), clean up immediately with enzymatic cleaners that break down the proteins in pet messes. For carpets, blot (don't rub) stains and use specific pet stain removers. Consider washable rugs that you can clean thoroughly.

Air purifiers with HEPA filters help reduce pet odours and improve air quality for everyone in the home.

Room-by-Room Pet-Proofing Guide

Living Room

Bundle loose cables with cord protectors or hide them behind furniture

Choose sturdy, weighted lamp bases that won't topple when your cat decides to play

Provide appropriate chew toys to distract from furniture legs

Kitchen

Fit child-proof latches on lower cabinets containing cleaning products

Use a bin with a secure lid to prevent rubbish raids

Store food—especially harmful items like chocolate and onions—in closed cupboards

Bathroom

Keep toilet lids closed to prevent drinking (and the occasional splash bath!)

Store medications and toiletries in cabinets rather than on countertops

Check for small spaces where pets might get stuck

Bedroom

Store small chewable items like jewellery in drawers

Create a dedicated pet bed area so they're less tempted to jump on yours

Consider keeping doors closed if you want to maintain pet-free zones

Professional Cleaning Services for Carpets & Upholstery

Even with daily cleaning, your home can benefit from occasional professional treatment. Professional steam cleaning removes deeply embedded pet hair and dander. Expert carpet cleaning services can tackle stubborn stains and odours that home methods can't shift, and regular deep cleaning extends the life of your carpets and furniture.

How often? Homes with multiple pets might need professional cleaning twice yearly, while those with a single pet might manage with annual service.

When choosing a cleaning company, ask about their pet-safe products and experience with pet-related cleaning challenges.

Maintenance Products & Tools Worth Your Money

These practical investments make pet ownership easier: a quality pet hair vacuum with strong suction and specialised attachments, waterproof furniture throws that protect while looking stylish, enzymatic cleaners specifically formulated for pet messes, and sturdy scratching posts positioned near furniture your cat finds tempting.

Is a cordless stick vacuum on your shopping list? Many pet owners find them invaluable for quick clean-ups.

Long-Term Maintenance Strategies

Set aside 10 minutes daily for a quick pet-related tidy-up

Brush your pets regularly (ideally outdoors) to reduce shedding inside

Train your pets with positive reinforcement to respect boundaries

Create designated pet areas to contain mess and damage

Rearranging furniture can sometimes solve problems—moving that tempting plant to a higher shelf or positioning the sofa away from windows where your dog barks at passers-by.

Start Small, Think Big

Living harmoniously with pets doesn't require a complete home overhaul. Begin with the areas causing the most problems, then gradually implement other changes.

What creative solutions have you found for living happily with your pets? The best ideas often come from fellow pet owners who understand the unique joys and challenges of sharing your home with furry companions.

By taking these practical steps, you'll create a home that works for everyone—humans and animals alike.

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This cat-proof furniture fabric is perfect for households with cats. It provides protection for sofas and chairs against inevitable scratches and stains caused by cat claws, as well as cat hair, which can be easily cleaned. Additionally, when cats have damp paws, they may leave small footprints on the floor, but using our fabric made of microfiber or cotton can enhance cleanliness. We are professional suppliers of cat-proof furniture fabric and offer OEM and ODM customization. Please contact us if you have any needs.

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An amazing analogy of Christianity explained by a cat named Bongo via /r/atheism

An amazing analogy of Christianity explained by a cat named Bongo I read some very interesting replies on a religious debate community on Reddit and I found this fantastic analogy of a cat named Bongo: Imagine that I told you I had a cat named Bongo. You come into my house and saw that I had no litter box, no hairs on the sofa, no scratch pole thing, and no cat. I then tell you that Bongo transcends reality and is some sort of omnipotent ethereal cat god, and give you a book on the miracles that he apparently performed written by some schizophrenic peasant in ancient Rome. Most people would find this utterly ridiculous, but isn't this exactly what Christans tell you? There is absolutely zero proof of God existing except from a book written by who knows. Submitted December 27, 2024 at 06:55AM by Paper-Dramatic (From Reddit https://ift.tt/1JQcEL4)

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10 Best Tips to Protect Furniture from Cats

Cats are wonderful companions, but let’s face it—keeping your furniture safe from their claws can feel like an uphill battle. From couches to chairs, their innate desire to scratch can leave marks on your beloved pieces. But don’t worry! With the right tips and tricks, you can protect furniture from cats.

Why Do Cats Scratch Furniture?

Cats scratch for several reasons. It’s a natural behavior that helps them:

Sharpen their claws

Stretch their bodies

Mark their territory

Here are 10 best tips to protect furniture from cats:

1. Provide a Scratching Post

Cats scratch to mark territory and keep their claws healthy. Offering a durable scratching post or board gives them an alternative to your furniture. Place it near their favorite scratching spots.

2. Use Furniture Protectors

Protective covers like plastic shields, slipcovers, or adhesive tapes (such as double-sided sticky tape) deter cats from scratching surfaces like sofas or tables.

3. Trim Your Cat’s Claws

Regularly trimming your cat’s claws reduces the damage they can cause. Use a cat-specific nail trimmer, and if you’re unsure, consult a vet or groomer for guidance.

4. Apply Cat-Deterrent Spray

Special sprays made from safe, natural ingredients can deter cats from certain areas. The scents, while harmless to pets, are unappealing to cats.

5. Use Cat Repellent Mats

Install deterrent mats with textures cats dislike, such as rubber mats or plastic runners with upturned nubs. These make the area less comfortable for your feline friend.

6. Offer Cat Furniture

Provide your cat with their own space, like a cat tree or a cozy perch. Cats love having a personal area where they can lounge, scratch, and play.

7. Cover Furniture with Washable Blankets

If your cat loves sleeping on furniture, protect it with washable throws or blankets. These can be easily cleaned to remove fur and dander.

8. Distract with Toys

Keep your cat engaged with interactive toys to reduce their tendency to scratch furniture out of boredom. Rotating toys weekly keeps them interested.

9. Block Access to Vulnerable Areas

Use barriers to limit your cat’s access to specific furniture pieces. Fold chairs, close doors, or rearrange items to create off-limits zones.

10. Train with Positive Reinforcement

Gently train your cat to avoid furniture by rewarding them when they use designated items like scratching posts or cat furniture. Avoid punishment, as it can cause stress or confusion.

Conclusion

By understanding your cat’s behavior and implementing these protective measures, you can safeguard your furniture without compromising your cat’s happiness. Remember, a happy cat means a harmonious home!

FAQs

1. How can I stop my cat from scratching the couch?

Invest in scratching posts, use deterrents like double-sided tape, and provide alternatives for scratching.

2. What materials are best for cat-proof furniture?

Microfiber, leather, and scratch-resistant fabrics are excellent choices.

3. Are scratching posts enough to prevent furniture damage?

While scratching posts help significantly, combining them with training and deterrents ensures better results.

4. How do I train my cat to use a scratching post?

Place the post in a favorite scratching area, reward your cat when they use it, and sprinkle it with catnip if needed.

5. Can furniture sprays harm my cat?

Always choose pet-safe sprays made specifically for deterring cats. Check labels for safety information.

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Pet-Friendly Interior Design: Style Tips for Homes with Furry Friends

Designing a stylish home while accommodating pets can seem like a balancing act, but with a few thoughtful adjustments, it’s easy to create a beautiful and pet-friendly space. Here are some practical, stylish tips to help you build a home that’s safe and enjoyable for both you and your furry companions. And if you're looking for expert guidance, Kasapros offers tailored interior design services that prioritize both style and pet-friendly living.

1. Choose Durable Flooring for Pet Paws and Claws

Durable Floors: Opt for flooring that stands up to pet traffic and resists scratches. Hardwood, tile, and laminate are excellent options that are easy to clean. Avoid softwoods like pine, as they scratch easily, or opt for luxury vinyl planks that are waterproof and durable.

Easy Cleanup: When accidents happen, it’s a bonus to have floors that are easy to clean. Tile and sealed hardwood can be quickly wiped down, while stain-resistant carpets are a good choice if you love the warmth of carpet underfoot.

If you need help selecting the right flooring for your pets and style, Kasapros can help you pick the best materials for durability and design.

2. Stick with Pet-Friendly Furniture Fabrics

Leather and Faux Leather: Leather is an excellent option for pet-friendly homes; it’s durable, resists scratches, and is easy to wipe clean. However, if you have a pet with claws, faux leather may be less susceptible to visible damage.

Microfiber and Performance Fabrics: These fabrics are stain-resistant and easy to clean, making them great choices for sofas and chairs. Look for fabrics labeled as “performance” or “pet-proof,” which often resist fur and moisture better.

3. Choose Colors That Match Your Pet's Fur

Matching your furniture to your pet’s fur color can reduce the appearance of shedding. For example, if you have a black cat, a dark-colored couch can help camouflage stray hairs. Lighter pets blend well with light-colored furniture and rugs.

4. Designate a Cozy Pet Space

Create a dedicated area where your pet can relax. This could be a stylish bed, a cozy corner with cushions, or a soft throw blanket. Giving your pet their own spot can help reduce the temptation to claim your favorite chair or sofa.

5. Opt for Scratch-Resistant and Sturdy Fabrics

Pets love to play, scratch, and sometimes nibble on furniture. Choose upholstery materials that can withstand these habits without showing excessive wear. Options like denim, outdoor fabrics, and tightly woven textiles tend to resist claws better than delicate fabrics.

For professional advice on selecting furniture that fits your style and withstands pets, reach out to Kasapros for guidance.

6. Embrace Pet-Friendly Decor

Washable Area Rugs: Rugs can add warmth and style, but choose options that are washable or easy to spot clean. Look for low-pile rugs that won’t trap as much fur and dust.

Stylish Storage Solutions: Pets come with a lot of gear, from toys to treats. Use decorative baskets and storage bins to keep pet items organized and out of sight, helping maintain a tidy look.

Indoor Plants (Pet-Safe Ones): Adding greenery can be beautiful, but be sure to choose pet-safe plants, such as spider plants, Boston ferns, or areca palms, to prevent accidental ingestion of harmful plants.

7. Invest in Pet-Friendly Window Treatments

Many pets love to look outside, so consider opting for durable window treatments like roller shades, wood blinds, or shutters that can stand up to pawing and scratching. Curtains made of sturdy fabric, secured with tiebacks, can also prevent curious pets from pulling them down.

8. Make High-Traffic Areas Easy to Clean

Pets love to follow us around, which means high-traffic areas need durable surfaces. Add a washable mat near entrances to catch mud and dirt, and consider a storage bench for pet essentials like leashes, collars, and grooming supplies.

Pro Tip: Adding an entrance area for pets helps reduce mess throughout the home and keeps your floors looking their best. Kasapros can help design functional entryways that accommodate pets stylishly.

9. Pet-Friendly Wall Paint

Look for scrubbable or satin-finish paint for walls, especially in high-contact areas where pets tend to brush against walls. This finish allows for easy cleaning of smudges, dirt, and paw prints without damaging the paint.

10. Incorporate Pet Zones in Open Floor Plans

Open floor plans are trendy, but it’s helpful to carve out distinct zones for pet necessities. Use furniture placement to create a defined area for pet beds, water bowls, and other essentials, keeping the layout both organized and welcoming.

11. Use Pet-Safe Cleaning Supplies

Pets are sensitive to chemicals, so use pet-safe cleaners that won’t harm them if they come into contact with surfaces. Choose enzyme-based cleaners to eliminate odors and stains effectively, keeping your home fresh and safe.

12. Add Pet-Friendly Entryways

If your pet has regular outdoor access, consider adding an entryway just for them. It could include hooks for leashes, a bench, and storage for pet gear. A built-in pet shower or faucet can also be helpful for rinsing off muddy paws.

13. Explore Vertical Spaces for Cat Owners

Cats love to climb, so adding cat-friendly shelves or perches can give them a place to explore without taking over your furniture. Shelves at various heights, paired with a cozy bed, can create an appealing cat-friendly zone.

14. Prioritize Safety for Both Pets and Decor

Keep breakable items out of reach, especially if you have pets that love to jump. Secure bookshelves and large furniture to prevent tipping. Also, hide or cover exposed cords to avoid any dangerous chewing accidents.

For a safe and beautiful layout, Kasapros offers design services that incorporate pet safety without sacrificing style.

15. Embrace Minimalism for a Cleaner Look

Minimizing clutter helps keep your home looking tidy and makes it easier to clean. Stick to a few key pieces of decor and opt for streamlined storage to reduce pet hair buildup on surfaces.

16. Regular Cleaning Tips to Maintain Style

To keep your space fresh, vacuum often and use pet hair removal tools on furniture. Air purifiers can help keep odors and allergens in check, especially in smaller spaces.

17. Make Your Bedroom Pet-Friendly and Stylish

If your pet sleeps in the bedroom, invest in a durable bedspread and washable linens. Designate a cozy pet bed in the corner to encourage them to have their own space within the room.

18. Add a Pet Fountain for Fresh Drinking Water

For a sleek and functional addition, consider a pet fountain. These provide fresh, circulating water, encouraging pets to stay hydrated. They’re also less likely to be accidentally knocked over, keeping your floors dry.

19. Wall Hooks for Pet Gear

Wall hooks near the entrance are perfect for leashes, collars, and bags. Adding a stylish rack keeps items off the floor and conveniently within reach for walks and outings.

20. Seek Professional Design Help

Creating a pet-friendly home that’s stylish and functional can feel overwhelming, but professional designers can help. Kasapros specializes in designing interiors that cater to every member of the family—including the furry ones! They’ll guide you in selecting durable materials, arranging furniture, and incorporating pet-friendly features that fit your unique style.

Conclusion

A pet-friendly home doesn’t mean compromising on style. With the right choices in materials, fabrics, and design features, you can have a beautifully curated space that suits both your taste and your pet’s needs. Whether you’re just starting or looking to refresh your home, Kasapros can help you create a home that’s as comfortable for your pets as it is stylish for you. Embrace a design that reflects your love for your pets and creates a harmonious living space for all.