#what an incredibly patient and pampered cat!!

[anonymous-rendezvous]

Relationship & NSFW Dynamics —

✨ Noctyx Edition ✨

First (1st), we want to re-emphasize that we are writing for the characters. Second (2nd), this is merely our opinion and how we write them.

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🔗 Sonny 🔗

Pet Names: Babe [More often than not, just calls you by name]

╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:

The Noctyx's boy with the least amount of past trauma. He's just "VSF!! 💥 💥 💥"

This mans way too busy kicking down doors to be worrying about relationships. Like, Sonny, finding his way into a relationship is completely accidental. In the beginning, he just thinks you are really interesting, and the more time you spend together he starts to find you really attractive and then uh-oh someone’s caught feelings.

He was in so much denial at the beginning of your relationship. Once he's over that, however, be prepared to be sucker punched by random bouts of sweetness. And the fucking duality of this man. You will have whiplash from how sudden he can go from being rough and serious to sweet and silly.

Also, be prepared to be worried 90% of the time because of his job as a police officer with his damn obsession of rushing in and busting doors down.

[[NSFW under the cut!!]]

╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Switch (Dom leaning)

So it's pretty obvious why Dom-leaning but… Switch. Listen, he gives as much as he takes. Like, he's incredibly kind and caring, but also he's a masochist. And a bit of a sadist??? Again: switch. Could see rough play being one of his interests. He likes the idea of you – consensually – taking control of him.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

🔮 Uki 🔮

Pet Names: Starlight, Stardust, Babe/Baby, and the occasional Honey

╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:

Okay, now not to be a broken record but, once again: we're talking about the characters.

The man's lore is sad™. He's been through some pretty traumatizing stuff, and as a result, we feel like he's not really all that horny most of the time. Also, it's kinda hard to think about romance when you grew up living in survival mode.

He needs someone who will be understanding and patient with him. He’ll also need space at times, but he’s good at communicating that, so if he doesn’t bring it up — get ready to cuddle the fuck up. Most of all, just love him. Pamper him, comfort him, love him. He deserves the world.

And if you don't treat him right? Be prepared to have the Uki protection squad after your ass.

╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Switch (Sub leaning)

Now once he's comfortable with you? That changes things. He'd likely be more open to trying new things, and boy, would his mouth start to run. Overall, just take care of him. Pamper him some more. He deserves it, okay? 🥺He is still a switch, though. And if he finds you cute? Prepare yourself.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

🎭 Alban 🎭

Pet Names: Sunshine, Babe/Baby, Honey, Sweetheart, & Little Cat

╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:

Another sad boi 😞 Similar to Uki: it's kinda hard to think about romance when you grew up living in survival mode.

Sadly, this man has trust issues. He has a hard time opening up because he doesn't want to hurt anyone or get hurt. He already lost one dear friend, he doesn’t want to risk losing more people. 

It'll take some time to work through those feelings, but once he does, y'all are fuckin golden. Alban's very doting and extremely caring. He's like a prince without the royalty aspect. He'll be opening doors for you, carrying your stuff- carrying you.

Also, side note? Please tell him to stop stealing expensive gifts for you. Sonny can only let it slide for so long.

╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Switch | Soft Dom

Pure switch right here, baby 🤌

The most bullyable bottom and the softest of Dom's. Could see him having an interest in primal play. Basically playing games of cat and mouse with you. Who's the hunter would likely depend on what kind of mood he's in honestly. He'd never admit it, but he kinda likes it when you take control from him (in a consensual way of course.). Honestly, too? This guy just goes through random bouts of horniness just by looking at you.

Similarly, to some of the other boys, if you ask him to try something new, he'd be pretty open to it.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

🐑 Fulgur 🐑

Pet Names: Babe, Little One/Little Lamb (Legatus), Dear, & Sweetie (Archivist)

╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:

First things first, we need to make it clear that we typically write a combination of Legatus and Archivist [typically a little more Archivist leaning].

However, it doesn't matter if we're following Legatus lore or Archivist lore; this man has too much shit happening around him, and to him, to be worrying about relationships. But hey, that's alright! He's been sent to the past, so fuck all that! Now he can get rid of all that pent-up anger! :D

In the beginning, you'll get more of the Legatus personality. He'll come off as cold and aloof. It'll take a bit, but as long as you don't give up, you will crack through that hardened exterior. Once you're in the relationship, Archivists' personality shines. Incredibly caring and comforting. He's an old soul.

╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Switch (Dom leaning)

Now, the juicy stuff.

This man will. Fuck. You. Up. He can either be extremely soft or really rough and there's no in-between. Dirty talk and degradation galore during rough play, but only the sweetest praise when he's soft. Sensory play is probably a really big thing for him (both giving and reviving).

Side note; when he's on the reviving end, make sure he keeps his hands on that bed frame. The last thing y'all need is him accidentally breaking any of your bones.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

🎧 Yugo 🎧

Pet Names: Angle, Muse, Babe, Sweetheart, (My) Doll [But only adds the "my" when he doesn't like they way someones looking at you]

╰┈➤ Relationship Dynamic:

4 outta 5, another sad boi less gooo 😂

The only member of this group who at least has some type of experience. Kinda hard to date tho when you're leading a resistance. Honestly, though, this boy is the most straightforward of the five.

First off, this smooth mother fucker. He's very confident in his ability to woo. Be prepared to be rizzed to hell and back. Yugo’s very physical in his affection; he’s a pretty big fan of PDA. More often than not, you’ll find his arm wrapped around your shoulders or waist. Yugo prefers to give personalized gifts.

He's a people person. Man was both a DJ and leader of a revolution, after all. You cannot hide your emotions from him. He can and will read you like a damn book.

╰┈➤ NSFW Dynamic: Dom

He knows you're horny before you know you're horny.

Pure 👏 Dom 👏 Energy 👏. Try to argue with the clapping hand. You can't. Good luck trying to Top this man. It'll be a real struggle. The only time you're on top is when he's literally too exhausted to move.

Also, hope you don't mind getting it on in public places. Has one VIP booth in his club constantly reserved for the two of you. And don't worry, he'll make sure you're never caught.

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Btw if you guys are interested in seeing a post just dedicated to scenarios with some of the kinks we think the bois have, then this post needs to hit at least 300 notes. Hope you enjoyed~

-Mod I ✨ & Mod S 👿

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[myers-meadow]

Tav visits Haarlep after the incubus just finished up having a particular rough session with someone and Tav immediately abandons whatever intentions brought them to the boudoir and tends to Haarlep once it becomes clear that no aftercare occurred. 🐾

oh bless, that's so sweet. Someone to consider his needs above all? Incredible. That's the sort of care he deserves <3.

Even with aftercare, I think he'd often been the one giving, not receiving. Some pampering to set that right, is definitively in order.

Running a bath, his favourite scented oils, a gentle back rub, and then falling asleep listening to you read Raphael's dairy out loud as a bed time story... :) This situation is intimate and unexpected enough that it may even get a "what did I do to deserve you?" out of him <3.

Alright; lil drabble (divider by saradika-graphics)

Haarlep found you as he returned, bone tired, to the boudoir. That was intense. Not the most pleasant either, but pleasant has received new meaning after meeting you, so that's hardly a fair standard.

"Hey love," you reach up to press a kiss to his cheek. "You doing alright?"

"What a pleasure to see you pay me a visit," he flirted, shamelessly, flaunting his body as usual as he dragged himself over to the healing pool.

"You don't look that fine to me." You follow him, your armour clanking on the floor behind you as you go. The water smells like cherry, Raphael's favourite. It'll have to do, as your love doesn't seem patient enough to wait for you to run another bath. The water parts before him, the crystal blue contrasting against the red of his skin, and he sinks in deep.

"Just tired."

"Don't tell me you pulled a muscle." you joke, keeping your tone lighthearted. "Would Raphael feel that one too?"

The incubus snorts. "I'm sure you know of a way to make me feel better."

Sex. Everything always seemed to be about sex to him. A lot was, sure. But not tonight. You settle behind him, up to your shoulders in the water. It's always the perfect temperature, a hot bath is truly a luxury. The sponge drips water on his shoulders, beading like glass against his oiled skin. With gentle circles, you wash him. He hums, and after a while, his eyes sink shut. Smiling as you watch him, you take your time to enjoy this moment.

"Lean your head back," you say, softly. He does, and his hair is next. When you're done, you climb onto his lap, the incubus' skin hotter than the water, and bring your hands to his face. His eyes open slowly, blinking like a cat, and his arms snake around your waist.

"Am I being pampered? My my..."

"You wish," you retort, "I'm just trying to get my fill of how delicious you are when you keep your mouth shut." To soothe the sting of your playful teasing, you peck a kiss on his lips.

His laughter rings through the boudoir. "Very well. I'll indulge you."

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Hey! I hope you’re having a wonderful day. I was wondering if I could get a BG3 match up? 💜

I’m fairly motherly and quite sassy when I like to be. I tend to care too much for others to the point where I will end up destroying myself in the process out of worry. My best attributes are probably my loyalty to the people I love and my persistence. My worst attributes are probably my lack of confidence and my insecurity.

As for hobbies, I enjoy doing art as a way to express myself. I also enjoy walking outside during the nighttime. Puzzles are also incredibly fun for me since I enjoy theorizing and problem-solving.

I like the nighttime, warmth, physical touch, quality time, cats, playful banter, and cheese. It’s really important to me that friendships I make are built off of honesty and genuine likeness. I dislike loud noises, tomatoes, stereotypes, and people acting fake or lying.

When it comes to my sexuality, i’m pan and demisexual. I’m open to any gender, though I would much prefer a monogamous relationship.

Thank you SO much! And I genuinely hope you’re having a wonderful day. Take care of yourself. 💜💜💜

A/N: Don’t worry, I got your second ask as well! I have included the description below as a refresher (since you said your memory can be tricky at times) and so other people know what I’m referencing as they read my answer. I didn’t just make toritofrito’s attributes up people- I swear lol! 

For you @toritofrito because you said you’re pan but specifically monogamous, I’ve made (who I think is) the best selection for you below:

Hi there! I submitted a previous BG3 ask but forgot some things! Sorry for forgetting some stuff, so here’s some additional info. And I do hope you’re having an amazing day/night! (Also, ahead of time, apologies if I repeated anything from my previous ask. I have some issues with memory.)

I am an INFJ with a 1w9 alignment. I tend to conflict with myself over the moralities of certain things, but I try to be a “peacemaker” of sorts, if that makes sense. Yet at the same time I do really enjoy the idea of adventure and freedom, and I tend to be open to different perspectives.

I also LOVE learning new things from different subjects. Some of my favorites being about international cultures and language. Its something i’m passionate about.

As for appearances, i’m 5”8 and have a lanky and curvy build. I also have shoulder length dark brown hair and amber eyes.

(Disclaimer: I’m unsure if whether or not I do have autism, and I definitely won’t self-diagnose myself with it until i’m sure that I have it.) I do struggle with sensory overload sometimes and get terrible social anxiety. I also have some PTSD. It would be nice if my partner would relate or be able to comfort in some sort of way (not that I wouldn’t return the same comfort). I also tend to struggle with properly communicating my emotions or ideas verbally, so someone who could be patient with me would be wonderful.

Again thanks so much! Take care of yourself and have a wonderful day/night. 💜

☸ Gale would be a great match for you! 

He’s genuine and kind and always striving to be greater than he was the day before. I think you and Gale would get along well together. He’s quite ambitious and has a tendency to lose sight of himself in that ambition. Gale would do well with a partner who’s a bit motherly, as someone needs to remind him to take breaks from his learning or studying to feed himself/get enough sleep, etc. And while you said you tend to care for others so much to the point of neglecting yourself, you’d be able to relate to Gale’s overworking himself. But at the same time, because Gale is such a loyal and dedicated partner, I think he’d take it upon himself to do the same for you. If he notices you working so hard for others, to the point where you neglect your own needs, he’d sweetly ask you to stop, before spending his day or night pampering you, ensuring you’re taken care of. 

As a wizard and a professor, Gale is all about learning and continuing to challenge the mind. I bet he’s an avid puzzler, and he’d love to have someone to share this hobby with, especially when it comes to solving literal puzzles with puzzle pieces. Tara is nice to talk things out with, but she can’t really contribute to those, having only paws to work with. I can see the two of you spending the early parts of the evening in front of a roaring fire, huddled over a table where a thousand tiny puzzle pieces sit scattered across the surface. You could snack on some good wine and cheese as you excitedly reveal the puzzle’s final picture. Once the sun fully sets and the stars come out, Gale would love to take you on a nighttime stroll around his tower. The nippy night air gives him an excuse to hold you close, plus he gets to infodump all he knows about the constellations to you. 

I see Gale as an ENFP, which means he is very compatible with you as an INFJ. The two of you tend to be authentic yet idealistic, which means you can be very honest with each other, and that you both genuinely want to see the other person be the best version of themselves they can be. You also have a strong desire to do what is good/right, something Gale shares. Occasionally, his ambition may cloud his judgment, but I think your love will help ground him. With you at his side, Gale doesn’t need to become a God, he just needs to be a man worthy of your affection, something he strives to be every day. 

He loves your willingness for adventure, and how open you are to learning new things like cultures and languages. He’s spent many years collecting knowledge and books dedicated solely to such subjects and would love to share them with you. Any book, any scroll in his tower- it’s now yours as well. Gale loves you so much, there is no story or fact or piece of knowledge he would not search endlessly to find should you inquire about it. He wants nothing more than to satisfy every one of your needs- the emotional, the physical, the intimate, and the intellectual. 

Gale thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous with your enchanting amber-brown eyes and lovely hair. He offers to braid it or tie it up for you, even though he isn’t all that adept at hairstyling. He will try for you of course, but there’s a lot you’ll have to teach him in that department. (And if you want to get in Tara’s good graces, while you’re teaching Gale about haircare, maybe suggest he shave his beard every once in a while. Tara will thank you profusely if Gale was to ever show up to a family function clean-shaven, even once.) Plus Gale cares deeply about how you respond to his appearance. You could tell him he looks sexy in a cowboy hat once, and the next day come home to find one atop his head. He wants to always be someone you want because you are someone he always wants. 

Even with your anxiety, and PTSD, Gale wants you to know he loves you, no matter what. And he understands how overwhelming things and people can get. He tends to be a bit awkward socially, much preferring Tara’s company to the company of strangers. So if things ever become too much for you, he’d gladly call it a night, and usher you away to a quiet spot to calm down. And he tries very hard not to rush you when you talk. He may butt in unintentionally, unable to keep himself from starting a ramble or two of his own, but he does his best to reign it in, and not interrupt your train of thought until you’ve said everything you want to say. 

Gale is a very genuine and open lover, although he has made it clear he believes in monogamy- the full devotion of oneself to one’s singular partner. You can trust that his affections will not stray or ever become untrue. You are his future. Nothing, not Mystra, or the orb, or the parasites could ever take him from you. He promises a happy life, away from all the unintended madness, where the two of you can happily spend your days reading and learning and enjoying each other's (and Tara’s) company. 

[thedummysdummy]

The Vic Fic Master List

Looking for a certain post? Well, scroll no more! Y'girl finally got her crap together and made a master list for ya'll!

Updated 4/17/2023

THE TO-DO LIST

The To-Do List

WHAT’S NEW?

A Weekend in the Cabin || Less Than Restful || Down to the Village || Final Fright Night || Snacks for Pudding || Only a Little Separation || Christmas Day || Snow Bunnies || A Big, Dramatic Cat || Taking it up a Notch || Missing You || Busted || One Small Decision || I’ll Always Find You || When Memory Fails || Between the Scenes: S2 CH44 || Gender Reveal || Telling the Sun

ONE OFFS

Arrival 

How it SHOULD Have Gone: CH27 

Zoo Date

In the Arms of Another

Epilogue

The Wedding

Refusing the Sunset

Pulling From the Wish Tree Be Like

Not Another Story About Slippers 

The Sun Dims

Visions of Her 

Insecurity

A Day at the Office

Pudding  

Unwanted Experiences

In Which Victor Won't Play Piano 

A 'Business Dinner'

Captain 

When Pampering is Required

Midsummer Confession 

Only a Little Separation

Christmas Day 

Snow Bunnies

A Big, Dramatic Cat

Taking it up a Notch

Missing You

Busted

One Small Decision

I’ll Always Find You

SERIES

The Year 5000 (Completed)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

The Worst Business Trip (Completed)

The Worst Business Trip: Part 1 || In Which Victor Gets INCREDIBLY Drunk: Part 2 || A Walk in the Park: Part 3 || Heart to Heart: Part 4

Together (Completed)

Together: Part 1 || Not the Trip She Expected: Part 2 || A Trip to the Hospital: Part 3 || Recovery, Day 1: Part 4 || A Difficult Patient: Part 5

Between the Scenes

Between the Scenes: S1 Ch27 || Between the Scenes: S1 CH18 CUP || Between the Scenes: S2 CH31 || Between the Scenes: S2 CH44 ||

Weekend Away (Completed)

A Weekend in the Cabin || Less Than Restful || Down to the Village || Final Fright Night

A Fatherless Child

When Memory Fails || Telling the Sun || Gender Reveal ||

CONTINUING STORY LINE

Leftovers

Christmas Day

In Which Victor Panics

Rewards and Birthdays

Totally Not a Date

In Which Victor Invites Himself Over

Dress Shopping with the CEO

The Fight

On the Stage

Well-Earned Relaxation

Just A Saturday Chore Day

At the Breaking Point 

Snow Day

Returning Late 

In Which Victor Panics...Again

Delayed News 

In Which Victor Gets Spoiled

A Surprise Trip 

When Dummies are Pregnant

Snacks for Pudding  

ANALYSES

Victor’s S2 Theme: A Musical Analysis

REQUESTS

Little League

In Which Victor Pushes His Limits

When Time Repeats

Caught With Lucien 

For the First Time

Two Weeks Old

Late-Night Scares 

Memory

Meeting Mom 

Breaking the Rules

To Rescue the Fair Maiden 

Left Behind

#2  

When in Paris (Completed)

When in Paris  || When in Paris: Part 2

Jealous Victor (Completed)

An Unwanted Engagement: Part 1 || Confronting the Auntie: Part 2

A New Life Begins (Completed)

A New Life Begins: Part 1 || Jailbreaking an Invalid: Part 2 || On Your Own Two Feet: Part 3

In Which She Goes Missing

In Which She Goes Missing: Part 1 || Playing Hero: Part 2

Separation (Completed)

Sunset: Part 1 || Sunset: Part 2 || Eventide || Art: Aftermath || Eventide: The Other Side || Sunrise

Into the Jungle (Completed)

Into the Jungle: Part 1 || Into the Jungle: Part 2 || Into the Jungle: Part 3 || Into the Jungle: Part 4 || Into the Jungle: Part 5 || Into the Jungle: Part 6 The FINALE

Family Time (Completed)

Family Time: Part 1 || Family Time: Part 2

Driving Lesson (Completed)

A Short Driving Lesson || Effect || Aftermath

My Roommate (Ongoing)

My Roommate is a Sunbeam Incarnate || My Roommate is a Sunbeam Incarnate: Part 2 ||

ART

Victor’s House of Mysteries || Mystical Wares || A Weekend in the Cabin A Weekend in the Cabin

[sekceesimps]

HxH Domestic Fluff Headcannons

these are just some cute and fluffy (kinda spicy?) head cannons for Feitan, Hisoka, and Chrollo with a fem!reader

a/n   please send in requests and feedback. I love doing head cannons and really want to improve my writing for y’all,

sincerely Coffee

Chrollo Lucilfer

-  Chrollo would have never thought that he’d settle down with someone. In truth, he’s still surprised that he did. It’s not that he doesn’t love you, he would kill for you, but he’s surprised that you managed to stick with him for this long

-  This sexy man loves you so much

- he's never really felt this strongly about anyone in his whole life. He’d usually just fuck someone to get what he needs and then get the hell out of there. Honestly, he didn’t think he needed anyone being the busy leader that he is

- With you he feels so many more unfamiliar and strong emotions. He knew a few months into being in a relationship that he wanted to marry you, he was very sure about you being the one. 

- However, this level of love only comes due to how much trust he has in you. At the beginning of your relationship it was dishonest for him. He had a mask, but that didn’t protect him from the eventual feelings he developed. It took him a bit of time to drop his guard, but once that happens he’s all yours. 

- He doesn’t admit it, but he loves it when you call him your husband. Having a ring on your finger makes him feel more secure that you truly belong to him too. that possessive mf 

- you’d have the be very patient and accepting of him and his line of work. He still goes about his spider business, even after marriage, although he tries to make it less obvious now, for your own peace of mind. 

- He enjoys coming home to you cooking a beautiful meal and waiting for him on the couch. No one in his life has ever put as much thought and effort into things for him as you do. 

- Will still spoil you. Your gaze lingering on that bracelet in the store too long? it’s already wrapped up and on the bed for you. 

- If he thinks he pissed you off even a little bit, he’ll try to give you something as an apology. You don’t really care, preferring to just be with him. 

- morning kisses! You’ll often find yourself waking up to him kissing you on your forehead, neck, and cheeks. He loves seeing you blush and act shy when he does this 

- these morning kisses will have a 50/50 chance of leading to more. it’s usually lazy and sensual, but it’s what both of you need before heading off to the shower together and then taking care of the day’s events. 

- He loves cuddling so much, it’s insane. He might act like he’d be the big spoon, but that’s just not happening. You’ll be watching a movie together at night and he’ll be making himself comfortable with his back against your chest. In truth, Chrollo loves being held by you 

- Don’t get me wrong, he’s still going to be topping you like 80% of the time, but he really loves just taking in your warmth and the comfort you give him. Coming from Meteor City, he’s never felt as safe as when you’re holding him. 

- Likes burying his face into your hair and just inhaling your scent. It’s so intoxicating for him. 

- Sometimes when you two are sitting in bed he’ll read to you or let you read over his shoulder. You two would probably be reading the same literature and talking about it as a nice calm activity together.  

- He’s never really considered a family before, but after marriage he’d go into a slight baby fever. he 100% has a breeding kink 

- He saw you holding a family member’s young child once and something in him definitely changed. You don’t mind though. One kid would definitely not be enough for him. 

- Overall, a married Chrollo continues to pamper you and will always see you as his whole world. The amount of trust and love he has for you will only grow through the years. 

Hisoka Morow

- Honestly, Hisoka isn’t settling down with anyone seriously anytime soon, but for the right person he would perhaps put in some effort in his own way

- that being said, if he does ever get into a serious relationship he’d be like a house cat. 

- you’ll be doing chores around the house and he’d come behind you for attention until you stop doing the dishes and cuddle with him

- With Hisoka, he’s either always giving you affection or will be ignoring you. There is truly no in between

- don’t go seeking attention and kisses. If you initiate he’ll be mildly annoyed and won’t indulge you. He is a massive tease and will start initiating affection at the worst times

- you’re busy with work? Too bad. He’s horny and wants to take you on the desk right now. trying to fold the clothes from the dryer? you better do it with his arms wrapped around your waist and him breathing down your neck. 

- His method of affection will be neck kisses and hands wrapped around your waist. He’s not too into holding hands or cuddling. 

- He has a weird obsession with calling you sickly sweet pet names until you get annoyed. he definitely won’t stop even if you get pissed off by it

- dates with him are also truly something else. He’s pretty clueless about what normal couples do. Some dates can be sweet, with him taking you to an expensive dinner or a romantic walk around town. Other times they be weird, with him taking you to a random abandoned lot and making out with you for an hour. 

- Hisoka is incredibly possessive in public. He’ll be clutching onto you if anyone starts looking and flirting with you. you are HIS and it pisses him off that someone doesn’t realize this. 

- which is exactly why he likes the idea of marrying you. He can make it official that you belong to him. PDA will increase so much after you get married.

- He also leaves way more hickies on your neck. He loves to make sure people know that you are his. 

- When you two are getting ready in the mornings he’ll teach you how to apply makeup. Always gets the best stuff for you, he steals it sometimes, but he pretends he doesn’t know. Seriously though, he’s great with hair styling and tries to teach you all his tricks.  

- This sexy clown will be a shitty gift giver. He forgets some important dates, but makes up for it with hastily bought presents. also eats you out as an apology

- He’s pretty stubborn, so when you get into real arguments don’t expect him to beg for you back. He’s going to be pouty and ignore you. All you have to do though is ignore him back and eventually he gets frustrated enough to pin you against something and fuck you right there. 

- He refuses to have kids. That’s just not his style. He’d rather you and him had an easy to maintain pet that doesn’t require much work

- If you do end up getting pregnant, he’ll be displeased and most likely won’t alter any of his actions. He warms up to the idea later on, but initially it’s pretty rough getting him on board the idea of a family 

- Hisoka is a strange lover to be married to, but he does love and care for you in his own ways. 

Feitan Portor

- Don’t expect many words from him. If you want to hear “I Love You” and other words of comfort, it would be incredibly rare and only ever when he’s really tired and not quite in control of his demeanor.

- He would only want to settle down with you if you were self reliant. He’s not always going to be there so you need to take care of yourself

- You would probably also be a Spider or some form of assassin/hunter. He needs to be able to know that you can take down enemies when he’s not with you. You being able to beat down enemies turns him on so much.  

- Feitan also probably sees marriage as an unnecessary formality. You’d probably be dating for a while, so why do you need a piece of paper telling you how much you love each other? If you wanted it though, he wouldn’t protest too much.

- He’s not COMPLETELY devoid of emotions though. He still loves you very much. His form of affection comes from small changes in his body language and the little things he does

- He will remember important dates and occasionally give a word of praise on those days. This lack of affection is definitely not because he doesn’t love you, but rather because he just does not know what to do when it comes to romance

- His form of romance also comes in more romantic sex. We all know that Feitan is a kinky mf, but after being with you for so long, he mellows out a bit. He worships your body however you want as his main form of reassurance

- Sometimes with urging from the rest of the Troupe he tries to bring you things you’d enjoy. Will get you some form of matching clothing or maybe a practical knife. 

- He actually gets you a cat on your birthday. He’ll act like he didn’t plan it, but he knew you wanted to take care of something while he was gone. Pretends he hates the cat, but they’re really similar and get along well.  

- Due to his background and upbringing, trusting and physical contact is foreign and unnatural to him. It would take a lot of time together and loving nights for him to finally let you cuddle and have him kiss you often

- After you two break that barrier he can’t stop holding your hand, touching your waist, giving you forehead kisses. he is so touch starved, give him love

- Will probably never seriously consider children. In your lines of work it would be too dangerous with not much of a benefit. That being said though, if you do end up getting pregnant he won’t protest too hard

- The kid will end up growing on him though. He definitely doesn’t want more though, one is more than enough for him. Will secretly find it adorable when his son or daughter calls him dad. He will teach your kid how to torture and interrogate someone in 10 minutes. 

- He loves the family you two have and wouldn’t trade it for the world. Be patient with him and he would take a bullet for you 

part 2??

[carelessannie]

maybe it goes like this: tony courts peter (part 8)

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Epilogue

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Starker, WinterSpider, SpiderShield, Peter x Clint x OFC

Peter’s POV -> it’s been a rough semester, and pack related stress isn’t making anything easier. Maybe a packmate (or the whole pack) can help him out?

Major warnings: D/S Au, A/B/O Au, explicit d/s abo smut, femdom, edging, face-sitting, come eating, uhhh light CBT and hair pulling, light bondage, subdrop, and non-apologetic long discussions of sex-ed

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Maybe it goes like this:

There’s only a few weeks until finals, and of course this is when the pack has decided to move forward with officially mating and bonding. It’s not like Peter wants to postpone it, per se— it’s just, there’s so many steps involved with combining packs, and Peter can’t deal with dividing his attention between home and school.

And the lab. Dammit.

Until the end of their lease, his pack is living at their apartment during the week and at Tony’s place over the weekend. The whole upstairs of their house was built with bedroom suites, so each of them not only get a room of their own, but they have also built a makeshift nest upstairs that’s separate from Bucky’s nest downstairs. It’s been an easy transition this way— taking claim of a part of Tony’s home before a more intimate bond takes place— but Peter feels more and more stressed out as the weeks pass.

Currently, he’s staring at a screen in the lab, failing to comprehend any of the information in front of him. Over winter break, Peter was moved to a permanent position in a lab away from Tony. Pepper had insisted on it since they started getting serious, and Peter agreed. It was unprofessional to do that much cuddling at work.

The one downside now is that work has become mind-numbingly boring for most of the day. After this semester, Peter can transfer back to working in chemical engineering, or mechanics. Or even robotics. And after spending the last few months in software development and computer science, Peter is so ready for the change.

He checks the clock for the third time in the last five minutes. Still four o’clock. Still the same information in front of him.

If he squints hard enough, the code on his computer looks like Hieroglyphics.

“To- neeeey,” he whines, turning fully to face the Beta, “thank god, I’m dying. I can’t go on.”

There are a few snickers from other scientists in the lab, but Peter could care less as he watches Tony’s face crumble, “Oh sweet baby, come here,” and he opens his arms, pulling Peter in for a hug.

It only lasts a few moments, but Peter absorbs as much of Tony’s scent as he can while the Beta rocks him back and forth, stroking down his back and kissing whispered reassurances into his hair. He holds onto Tony’s tie, using it as leverage to stand up and nose around his collarbone.

Tony laughs and murmurs, “That tickles, Pete,” but Peter ignores him, dotting small kisses up the side up his neck until he can smell HappyArousedCalm coming off of his Beta.

There’s a hitch in Tony’s breath after Peter nibbles on his pulse point, “Need something from me, Omega?”

Peter hums, even as Tony pulls away slightly, “Yes, Beta,” he pauses as Tony tilts his head expectantly, “I need you to take me home.”

Peter hums, even as Tony pulls away slightly, “Yes, Beta,” he pauses as Tony tilts his head expectantly, “I need you to take me home.”

He watches Tony laugh, stepping back and looping an arm over Peter’s shoulders, before calling out to the room, vaguely, “Whoever’s in charge here, I’m taking him home. Because I’m actually in charge here. Okay— have a good weekend, goodbye.”

He’s towed away, barely sparing a second to grab his phone and shut down his station. They practically run out of the building— holding hands and laughing wildly as they throw their jackets into the back of Tony’s car and jump in the front seats.

“So— what are we doing with the long weekend, Tony?”

Tony starts the car, pulling out into the city, “I thought we’d go out for dinner and spend the evening in with our pack— how does that sound?”

“ Ooo,” Peter claps his hands, “that sounds perfect, Tony, oh my goodness. What do you have in mind?”

“How does seafood sound? I have a place I’ve been dying to take you.”

Peter turns, grabbing his boyfriend’s arm, “Where? Tony, where are we going?”

“Nope, not this time,” Tony shakes his head, weak, “it’s gonna be a surprise, dammit.”

“I’ll get it out of you— no secret is safe around me, Tony Stark.”

He winks and blows a kiss when Tony looks over, and the man looks terrified. Peter laughs, pulling a pair of sunglasses out of the center console and reclining back in the seat. It’s a little chilly still in early April, but the change of season means more sun, and the Omega is happy to roll up his dress shirt sleeves and bask in it like a pampered cat.

The drive passes comfortably and Peter adores sitting next to his handsome Beta— the whole world seeing that Tony is spoken for and claimed by the young Omega on his arm. Peter never thought he’d want to be a trophy Omega— and, technically, he isn’t— but something about being pampered and loved by the most powerful man in New York City has him preening where he sits.

He’s thankful the windows are down, or Tony would be able to smell it on him.

They pull around 59th and up to the curb across from Central Park. Tony exits the driver’s side, throws his keys to a waiting driver, and rounds the car to open Peter’s door. He steps out and grabs their jackets from the back seat, handing over Tony’s as the two of them link arms and hop onto the sidewalk.

“Where to, Tony?” he blinks up at his date, smiling innocently.

Tony hums, distracted, “Marea, just through the—”

“— Aha! —”

“— dammit! No! That doesn’t count!”

“Yes it does! I win,” Peter skips forward, doing a little dance in victory.

He feels Tony catch him around the waist, nuzzling into his neck, and knows the Beta is enjoying his HappyOmega scent. The two of them joke and tease for the rest of the walk into the restaurant, but Peter notices something as they walk through the door to be seated.

“Uh, Tony?”

“Yeah, Pete?”

“Where is everyone?” he asks, gesturing around the empty room.

Tony looks around and gives him a suspiciously innocent face, “Well... they may not be open, officially, for another hour.”

He tries to pull them further into the room, but Peter is frozen— speechless.

“Don’t give me that look, baby, I made some calls today and everything’s set, I’m paying for the extra hour, the service and the meals—”

“Tony,”

“— and even extra for the inconvenience, okay? I just wanted to treat you—”

Peter grabs his shirt collar, shutting him up with a kiss. Tony inhales against Peter’s lips and immediately takes control, snaking his hands up into Peter’s hair and pulling gently, tipping his head back to deepen the kiss. Their lips move together, perfectly synchronized, and Peter opens his mouth in an invitation. Tony just chuckles— briefly licking underneath his upper lip before pulling away and looking at Peter with a mixture of awe and amusement.

“You never have to justify treating me, Tony. I feel so special when you do,” Peter reaches up to brush his fingers through Tony’s short hair, feeling safe and warm in his hold.

The older man just grins, eyes bright, and leads them to their seats. Right in the center of the Ravello Room, their table has been set and lit with candles— a bottle of wine is chilling in an ice bath, and the maître d' stands nearby, greeting them and explaining the menu for the afternoon.

When she walks away, Tony reaches over and grabs Peter’s hand. They sit like this through the first two courses, and Peter’s content to share each of them with Tony, even if that means being basically hand fed by his boyfriend.

And it’s pretty hard to hand feed someone oysters.

The food is incredible, though, and their conversation is even better. Peter tries not to complain about work and school, but even when he inevitably does, Tony is patient and listens. He asks questions when necessary, and they even work through a few solutions to tougher problems together.

“I guess... I wish a few of the things with our pack were more definite,” Peter picks at his meal, separating the shrimp from the pasta.

“What do you mean, baby?” Tony asks, reaching over to steal a piece of shrimp.

Peter tries to defend his plate, jabbing at Tony’s hand with his fork, but misses. His pout deepens, “I dunno. I wish it wasn’t still up in the air who’s going to bond. I wish I knew how synchronizing goes, with our heats. I wish there was more communication about sex, and scenes, and who’s comfortable with what. I wish I knew the timeline,” he shakes his head, finally putting his fork down, “I don’t know, Tony, it just feels so out of control most of the time, I don’t know how to handle it.”

“I don’t think you can control it, sweetheart. There are six different people in this pack, and fifteen different individual relationships. Plus, two unique pack dynamics that need to merge. It’s uncomfortable, Petey, and it’s gonna take time.”

“I know that, Tony, it’s just… I’m supposed to be the center of this pack, and some days I don’t even know if you want to bond with me, so how—”

“I do.”

“— am I… what?”

“I do want to bond with you. God, I want nothing more in the world,” Tony reaches up to cup his cheek, “I can’t believe you doubted that, Peter. You know I love you, right?”

“I… I don’t…”

Tony’s eyes start to tear up, and he looks absolutely devastated, “I’m so sorry, baby. Dammit— I love you. I am completely gone on you. Every day I have to stop myself from keeping you all to myself; running away and starting a familial pack, just the two of us. There are so many steps: mating and bonding and collaring and marrying, and Peter— I want them all with you.”

Peter’s vision is blurry, tears falling freely as he frantically tries to wipe them away, “Tony, I— I had no idea. You never… we didn’t… I just assumed that we were getting there, you know? I’ve never been in love before, Tony—”

“It’s okay, Peter, you don’t have to—”

“— but I am in love with you. God, we’re stupid, aren’t we?” both of them laugh, wet and joyful, “everything’s just so confusing right now.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Tony coos, pulling on Peter’s wrist until he’s up, out of his seat, and moving to sit across Tony’s lap. He loves that when he sits like this and curls up, his head fits perfectly under Tony’s chin, and his mate’s arms wrap soundly around his waist.

“Da— Tony,” Peter whines, barely catching the slip up— not time for that conversation yet, Pete— as Tony holds him tighter.

“Need me to help you, baby?” Tony murmurs right next to his ear, making him shiver, “you know, you don’t have to do it all alone.”

“I know— Steve is supposed to help—”

“Not just Steve,” Tony grips his arms, looking him in the eye, “all of us. Especially me. I want to help you. Will you let me?”

It’s a heavy question, Peter knows. He knows that he needs help— but trusting someone else to do the work and do it right… only Clint, Annie and May are close enough for that. And barely so. It takes a lot for Peter to trust, it’s uncomfortable. But if he claims to love Tony—

“Yes, Beta. I need— I need your help.”

The restaurant around them is forgotten as Tony whispers, “Good boy,” and Peter starts to float, only tethered down by the warmth of his mate’s arms, the scent of Cinnamon and smoky Bonfires holding him together.

“Eat this, baby,” and he opens his mouth, biting down obediently. It’s chocolatey and creamy and crunchy— he has to focus on chewing, and Tony’s fingers around his mouth and on his arms are helping to pull him back up. “Stay up for me, Peter. I’m gonna talk and then we’ll have a conversation, baby.”

Peter finds himself switching focus between eating the dessert and following Tony’s story about… his mom? And a secret hideout?

“— mom could never find me, but, I don’t know, I don’t think she ever tried, you know? It wasn’t that hard to find.”

“She probably knew and just wanted you to have a place to yourself,” Peter mumbles into Tony’s neck.

Tony pulls him away, holding him at arm’s length and looking into his eyes for a long moment.

“You up, Pete? Ready to talk?” he asks, and Peter nods, moving to get off Tony’s lap. The older Beta lets him, and Tony stands up to move their chairs closer together. When Peter sits down, Tony immediately takes his hand and continues eating like nothing happened.

“Okay— I’m gonna start. First, we need to talk about your pack Pete. I know Bucky’s gonna want to bond with everyone, he’s told me as much, but especially you and Annie need to decide who you’re bonding with. Have you talked to Steve at all about it?”

“Yes, we’ve been going on dates, and... everything is so natural with Steve, which I guess makes sense since we’re so compatible,” he pauses, thoughtful, “I think I want to bond with everyone, too. I can’t speak for Annie, but I think you and Steve are the only ones who she’s hesitant about.”

“I get that. Have the three of you talked about going to the O clinic?”

Peter gives an affirmative hum, “Yes, but Tony… I don’t think Bucky’s ever been. I mentioned going together, and he looked so confused.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” Tony chuckles to himself, eating the last bit of his mousse and wiping his mouth with a napkin, “I’ve never seen him go to an Omega doctor… I think he’s had a semi-permanent suppressant implant since he presented.”

“Well, yes. I do, too, but hasn’t he been sexually active with multiple partners for like… years? You’re saying he’s never had a pregnancy scare? Never had an internal exam or pap—”

“Uh… I don’t—”

“What about an STD test, Tony? Have any of you guys ever been tested? I swear, what on earth were you doing before us—”

“Okay, okay— to be fair, it’s worked so far. And Steve makes us all go to our primary care and the dentist once a year. It’s like… hell week. When all of us have appointments.”

Peter buries his face in his arms, groaning at the utter idiocy of his future bondmates, “Thank god I met you, Tony. You guys are worse than Clint,” he laughs a little bit, picking up his head and glancing over at his properly chastised boyfriend.

Reaching out, he gives Tony a boop on the nose, startling him out of his sad expression, “I’ll talk to Bucky, okay? Annie and I are going to the O clinic next week, and we’ll help him make an appointment. They’re flexible about pack stuff, I think. And… I guess we’ll talk to the doctor about the steps we need to take to bond.”

Tony makes a flicking motion with his hand, and Peter sees the maître d' walk across the room and silently collect the black card Tony hands her.

“Sounds good. Let’s talk about the rest on the way back, okay? I’m gonna call Steve and see if he wants us to pick them up anything to eat.”

While Tony makes the call, Peter thinks through a few of the questions he has. He’s thankful for their overall dynamic and compatibility, but there are so many variables and unspoken limits—

“Tony?” Peter tries to interrupt, tapping on his arm, “hey, Tony? Can I talk to Steve?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Tony responds, turning back to the call, “yeah, Steve? Peter wants to talk to you… okay, okay here he is,” Tony hands over the phone with a brief, “here ya go, baby.”

“Hey, Steve?”

“Hi sweetheart! What’s going on?” Steve sounds like he’s in the car, probably heading home from work.

Peter glances at Tony’s questioning expression before answering Steve, “Nothing bad, Alpha, no worries,” he ducks his head, a little embarrassed at his small smile. The low rumbly voice hasn’t failed to affect him yet, “I’m wondering if we could have a talk tonight. You know, as a pack.”

“Of course, Peter. What do you want to talk about?”

“I think we need to discuss sex,” Peter says, bluntly, and has to keep himself from laughing as Tony’s eyes almost pop out of his head, “specifically, we need to talk about scenes and dynamics— especially before everyone bonds this summer.”

He hears Steve clear his throat before responding, “O— okay, sweetheart. We can do that. Do you feel comfortable leading this conversation tonight?”

“Yes, Alpha, I’d like that.”

“Okay, thank you for bringing this up, Peter. Bucky mentioned something similar this week, but I just haven’t thought too much about it. You’re stepping into this role so beautifully, Peter, and I’m constantly awed by you.”

“Oh— well...” Peter feels his face flame red, and he puts a hand up to hide from Tony, “th— thank you, Alpha.”

Steve laughs— a low, rumbling sound even over the phone, “You deserve it, sweet Omega. Let me talk to Tony, and I’ll see you tonight.”

Peter mumbles his goodbye and basically throws the phone back to Tony, who takes it with a curious look, “What did you say to him, Alpha? He smells so sweet… oh, really? Mhm… I know he is, he’s my soulmate, Steve…”

After that, Peter tunes out the conversation and hides his face in his hands. These doms are really trying to kill him with the constant praise. They haven’t even had a proper scene together— he hasn’t even kissed Steve, for goodness sake— and they are already onto the things that make him tick. Is he really that transparent?

On the way back home, Tony stops briefly to pick up a take-out order of Chinese food. They don’t talk about the pack again— but it’s okay. Peter feels like everything that needs to be said will be brought up tonight.

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One of his favorite things about their combined pack is spending evenings together. All six packmates sit in the living room, eating take-out and sharing quiet conversation. Every so often, an innocent argument will break out— usually between Tony and Clint— and the volume level will raise. But for the most part, all of them are content to touch, and eat, and snuggle in close stillness.

“Did Bucky pick out these couches?” Annie asks, sitting on the loveseat with Steve while the other four packmates squish together on the larger couch. She keeps grabbing his muscles, and Peter can tell their Alpha loves showing off for the pretty Omega.

Bucky is sitting on the floor, leaning back in between Tony’s legs. Both Betas have an arm around Peter, and he sits in the middle of them on the couch, reaching over every so often to play with Bucky’s hair.

The question makes Bucky look up, jostling the couch behind him and almost overturning Clint’s bowl.

Tony answers first, “Kind of. We all picked out the furniture together, but Bucky did have the final say.”

“Damn right I did,” Bucky says around a mouthful of noodles, “gotta be comfy for the whole pack. Tony wanted these ugly leather things,”

“Hey! They were tasteful—”

“— I’d rather sit on a concrete slab, Tony, they were so bad—”

“Steve, you liked the leather couches, right?” Tony tries to get the Alpha’s support,

“Uh,” Steve looks between his packmates, “I liked them until Bucky vetoed.”

Bucky lets out a whoop! in victory, and both Clint and Annie dissolve into laughter as Tony sinks back into the couch, pulling Peter in close for comfort.

Tony turns to Peter, “You like my couches, don’t you, baby?”

Shifting to face the Beta, Peter makes a small cooing noise while reaching up to stroke his hair, “I love you, Tony— but I’m on Bucky’s side. I like these ones.”

With a gasp, Tony practically dumps Peter off the couch, “Betrayal! My own mate betrays me!”

Bucky finishes pulling him off the couch, hauling the smaller Omega into his lap with a greasy kiss on the cheek. Peter can’t help but giggle as his Beta pouts and lets Clint pull him in for a hug, whispering to Tony that no, leather couches actually sound fuckin’ awesome.

Peter turns sideways, looping his arms around Bucky’s waist and tangling their legs together as Bucky continues to eat. He feels a familiar hand in his hair and hums, happy to have Tony’s touch back, even if it’s reluctant.

After another half an hour, Annie and Steve get up to clear the dishes, talking softly and spending a few extra minutes in the kitchen cleaning up. Peter takes this as his cue to start their conversation. He moves to a large, chaise barrel chair, facing the couches, and waits for everyone to grab their drinks and settle down.

When Steve walks back in the room, Peter extends his hand— an invitation that the Alpha takes and gently rearranges them to sit together on the sofa. He watches as Clint opens his arms and Annie runs to join the rest of the pack on the long couch.

The room gradually quiets down, and Steve clears his throat, getting their attention. Peter gives him a quick peck on the cheek and addresses their pack, “So I realized today, while I was talking to Tony, that we should probably have a serious talk about sex before moving in together and bonding, uh... forever.”

A few of them chuckle, but the room feels uncomfortable. Peter looks to Steve for help,

“Yeah, so it’s gonna be important that we have open communication about this,” Steve continues, “especially ‘cause our separate packs already have established dynamics and such. Uh,” he looks at Peter, shrugging, “maybe it would be easiest to talk now about personal preferences for scenes, and later we can share official limits? I have paperwork!”

Both Bucky and Clint groan— causing Steve to roll his eyes— but Tony interjects, giving Peter a secret wink, “Should we update our existing papers, Steve, or just use the old ones?”

“Probably update them. I assume you guys have your own contracts, right?” he asks, turning to Peter.

“Yes, but it’s mostly non-intimate stuff. We only scene if I really need to go down, and we rarely do intimate scenes,” both Clint and Annie nod in agreement, “Oh! Plus we’ll need to talk about heats, too.”

“Have y’all hadda heat together yet?” Bucky asks, motioning toward Annie and Peter.

Annie answers, “No, we’ve both been on suppressants since before we met. I only had three heats before I went on them.”

“I only had one— I presented late,” Peter adds,

Bucky nods, “Okay, yeah I only had one in high school.”

“And none of you have shared a heat with someone before?” Tony asks, giving Bucky’s shoulders a squeeze.

There’s a resounding no from all the Omegas, and Steve lets out a long exhale, “Are you guys plannin’ on goin’ to the Omega clinic?”

“Yeah,” Annie confirms, “we have an appointment on Monday.”

Peter looks over at Bucky who’s looking back at him with wide, uncertain eyes, “Can you come with us, Bucky? That way we can talk to the doctor together.”

“Yeah, I’ve just… I’ve never—”

“It’s okay,” Peter stops him, “we’ll do it together.”

Tony reaches down and pulls Bucky up by the armpits, earning a squawk of surprise as he’s wrestled into Tony’s lap. Everyone laughs a bit as Bucky struggles and eventually submits to Tony’s hold on his waist, relaxing with a sigh.

The rest of the conversation is awkward, but easy. Each of them talk a little bit about their orientation and what they prefer in their current pack dynamics. For Peter, it’s interesting to hear from his Versatile packmates about their experiences swinging dominant and submissive. Bucky has spent almost six years being Steve’s submissive and three years submitting to both his Alpha and Beta, so it’s uncomfortable and different for him to be dominant in a relationship, since he’s never had to dominante a partner before.

In contrast, both Annie and Clint have experiences swinging both ways in their relationship with each other and with Peter. Clint has reservations about permanently swinging dominant, because of his past with abusive dominants, and similarly doesn’t want to swing permanently submissive. Annie feels comfortable both ways, which is something Peter already knew. She is very vocal about her preferences.

Peter shares about what it’s like to be a SubOmega, and his preferences during a scene— which, at this point, are very few. He lost his virginity to Clint and Annie, and has never taken a knot before. He smells SmugHornyAlpha coming off of Steve after this confession, and giggles slightly as Steve shamefully apologizes.

Steve and Tony both keep their time short. Peter knows a bit about Tony’s past, and knows he’s been in an intimate and unique familial pack before. Steve and Bucky have both been in other relationships, but only Steve was sexually active before they officially got together.

Possibly the most interesting part of the conversation is learning about how Steve and Tony balance being Dominant over the same Submissive.

“I think the most important part is to realize that Dominant, Submissive, or Versatile, the purpose of our orientation is all the same: service to others,” Steve explains, holding Peter tight around the waist, “so whether it’s five Doms and one Sub in a room, or a balanced pairing— Tony, Bucky, and I have all decided to love and serve each other. To put one another first. And because of this, our scenes are always fun and satisfying.”

“Ya soun’ like ‘n infomercial, Stevie,” Bucky mumbles, eyes blinking slowly— dangerously close to sleep.

“Shaddup, jerk— you know it’s true. Our scenes always build trust and support between us. And that’s what I want for our intimate pack.”

A few voices hum their agreement, but with a glance around the room, Peter realizes most of them are falling asleep. He yawns and pulls on Steve’s sleeve, getting his attention.

“Alpha, can we finish this later?”

Steve hums, distracted, and then suddenly focuses, his hum shifting— changing to a deep, rumbling growl. It startles Peter into looking up, and the Alpha’s eyes are half-lidded, dark and intense. Peter’s breath picks up. He watches as Steve moves closer, reeling him in, and leans to press his nose against the base of Peter’s throat.

Peter keens, and lets his body go limp in the strong, safe arms of his Alpha. He feels each of their breaths align, he feels their hearts beat together. He’s not sure what he smells like right now, but assumes it compliments Steve’s ProudContentStrongAlpha scent pretty well.

It doesn’t matter, though, because there’s a cloud at his back.

Gentle fingers run through his hair.

He feels the shuffle of clothes against his skin.

Floating, weightless.

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It’s light when he wakes up again, surrounded by warmth and the sound of gentle snoring. He knows who he wishes were next to him, breathing into his neck. Drooling down his neck.

“Clint, my god,” Peter pushes at the big Beta, trying to get him to roll over, but only gets a loud snore in response.

He flops back down and tries to scoot the other way, happy to burrow into Annie’s soft curves, trailing his freezing fingertips up her hips and underneath her t-shirt—

She gasps awake, “Peter! Dammit!” and tries to squirm away from him as he cackles, waking Clint up with a snort.

“Wha— what,” Clint flails around, aimless, as Annie shoves Peter his way. One of his arms catches Peter across the back of the head, and the small Omega yelps in pain.

“Ouch, Clint. The hell?”

“Aw, poor baby,” Annie coos, pulling Peter into an octopus embrace and incidentally shoving his face right in between her breasts, “I’ll make it better.”

Mngh mmngh mngghh, Peter tries to beg Annie, and she finally releases him to heave a deep breath of relief, “You trying to kill me, woman?”

“No, Petey, just suffocate you a little bit.” Annie gives him a shark’s grin and starts to crawl towards him on her knees. He retreats, scrambling backwards until his back hits Clint’s chest and the Beta pulls his arms behind his back, holding him still.

Peter struggles, grunting, “Hey! What is this? Let me go, Clint,” but there’s no mercy as Annie finally reaches him, kneeling between his legs and leaning forward to kiss his nose.

“Wanna play, bunny?” she purrs, trailing a finger down his chest, clothed in a loose t-shirt, down to the waistband of his tight, black briefs. He can’t take his eyes off her face, and finds himself nodding in a daze, entranced by her wicked smile.

She looks over his shoulder and tilts her head at Clint, and he stutters, “P— please, Omega,” the desperation in his tone making Peter tremble.

“Good boy, birdy,” Annie mocks him, reaching around Peter to run a hand up Clint’s thigh and settling over his boxers, in between where he’s pressed up against Peter’s ass. She crawls a little closer, grabbing Peter’s chin and tipping his head up to look at her, “gimme a color, little bunny. Want me to make you both feel good— use his body to make you come?”

Peter struggles to blink, and his sight goes crossed for a second as he mewls, “Green, Omega.”

She keeps eye contact with Peter and asks Clint, “How about you, baby bird? Gonna keep you on edge, share your body with our sweet bunny, and control your pleasure. Color?”

Clint is physically shaking behind him, and he barely whispers, “Green, Omega, please,” before Annie is encouraging him to lean back against the headboard, shifting to hold Peter’s arms even further behind his back.

His Omega grabs him around the hips, and uses her knees to keep his legs spread.

“Strip him, birdy.”

The command is sharp and has Clint moving instantly, yanking Peter’s shirt up over his chest, and effortlessly moving his arms and legs to pull the shirt and his briefs off completely. Peter doesn’t have a moment to shy away from his Omega’s stare, because his arms are restrained again and she’s spreading his legs wide.

Clint’s breathing heavy on the back of his neck, and he can feel the Beta’s hardness pressed up against his back through the thin layer of boxer shorts, rutting against him lightly.

It seems that his Omega knows this, because she orders Clint’s clothes off next. Once they’re naked and rearranged to her liking, she runs a finger down Peter’s waist, scratching gently through the sparse hair above his cock, and feels underneath his balls, humming thoughtfully at the mess of slick she finds there.

He squirms as her small fingers trace around his rim, panting and throwing his head back at the tease. He hears her laugh and tries to hide his face in Clint’s neck, instead getting a whiff of HornyDesperateBeta scent from his mate.

His Omega dips the tip of one finger into his hole, up to the first knuckle.

“Play with his little titties, birdy,” she instructs, and immediately Clint readjusts his grip on Peter’s arms so that he can pinch and tug on the smaller man’s nipples.

“Oh, dammit, Omega more, please,” he begs, bucking into the torture across his sensitive chest and grinding down onto the finger inside of him.

“Patient, sweet bunny,” she shushes, pulling her finger out and swiping three of them through the slick leaking out of him. She lifts up her hand, acting surprised, “wow, feeling needy, little bunny rabbit? How about a taste?”

He nods his head yes, opening his mouth wide, but his Omega just shakes her head with a fake, sad pout, “Aw, baby— not for you,” and he watches as she reaches over, and—

— and feeds his slick, finger by finger, into Clint’s open mouth.

“That’s my good baby bird,” she coos, pushing her fingers in and slowly fucking his face with her hand. His eyes close in pleasure as he sucks desperately, eager to get all of Peter’s taste off of her fingers.

Peter whines as Clint pinches his nipple a little too hard, and his Omega turns her attention back to him.

“Hungry, baby bunny? Need something in your mouth?”

“Yes, Omega, please— anything, ‘m so empty—” he begs, and his Omega shushes him.

“Put your fingers in his mouth, birdy. I’m gonna put him on your cock.”

Both of them groan at her words, and he can feel Clint twitch against his back. The Beta reaches up and hooks two fingers into the side of his mouth, pulling slightly and forcing his head to tip backwards. He releases Peter’s arms and uses his left hand to flick across his nipples. Peter grabs at his thighs, desperate for control.

His Omega uses the distraction to work a second finger back into his hole, twisting and scissoring until Peter is grinding down, rhythmically, against her hand. His tiny, Omega cock is rock hard, and Clint has started alternating between flicking his nipples and his cockhead, making him cry out in torment.

She adds a third, and he begs around Clint’s fingers, “Oh— Omega, I can’t, please. Please, I need. I need—”

“Hush, baby bunny,” she shushes him, and Clint pushes his fingers deeper into Peter’s mouth, giving his cock a pinch with his other hand. Their Omega wipes away a few of his tears and pulls her fingers free, “why don’t you lift up, bunny?”

It’s torture. He can barely move, and his arms are trembling where they hold onto Clint’s thighs. After trying twice and failing to pick himself up, tears are flowing freely from his eyes and he looks to his Omega, blubbering, “I— I can’t,” sobs, “O— omega, please, I can’t!”

“Help him, birdy,” she instructs, leaning back to watch as Clint moves his hands down, cups under his ass, and effortlessly lifts him up. He cries harder, humiliated, as he feels Clint’s cock line up with his fluttering, empty hole.

There’s a soft hand on his cheek, and he realizes his Omega is waiting for something. He blinks through his tears, opening and closing his mouth— unsure of what she wants.

He must make a sad noise, because she’s quick to repeat, “It’s ok, Peter. Can you give me a color?”

Oh, okay. “Green, ‘mega,” he slurs, trying to give her a reassuring smile, and hears Clint whisper his agreement.

“Good boys, so good for me. Alright, birdy— you can lower him. Slowly.”

Peter lets his body go limp, helpless, as he’s worked slowly onto Clint’s cock. He feels every inch as his body is split in half for his Omega’s pleasure. For his pleasure.

Clint is shaking and panting, whimpering cries of please, Omega and holy fuck.

After a few long, agonizing moments, Peter is fully settled into Clint’s lap. The Beta is still cursing, and moves his hands from Peter’s hips to underneath his knees, pulling his legs back and exposing him wide.

“Fuck, Petey, how are you so fuckin’ tight, my god,” Clint breaths into his neck, and Peter rests his head back against the larger man’s shoulder, relaxing in his arms.

He feels a hand stroke up his tummy, and across his chest. His arms are moved again and settled onto the top of the headboard with a command of, “hold on tight, bunny.”

All of his focus is on obeying the command, so he almost misses his Omega’s next instructions—

“Baby bunny— you can come as many times as you’d like—”

— Peter whines in relief—

“— and baby bird, you can fuck him now,” Clint sighs, “but don’t you dare come, do you understand me?”

“Fuck, holy shit—” Clint curses, “green, Omega. Green, oh my god.”

The first thrust takes him by surprise. It’s almost like a levee breaks, something that was holding Clint’s hips back, and he pulls Peter up by his knees— like a fucking cocksleeve— and slams him back down on his cock with a howl.

All Peter can do is hold on as Clint begins an unforgiving pace, chasing his own pleasure. He feels the hands on his skin, the praises rolling over him, and he tries to say something but can’t, buried under pleasure and praise and—

— and he almost loses his grip on the headboard as his orgasm shakes through him. His lips open and close in a wordless plea as he clenches down on the thick cock still hammering into his hole, slapping wet against his ass.

His Omega moans her encouragement, “Fuck, baby, so good for me. Come for me baby bunny, so pretty, so good,” and he faintly feels her lips, her tongue, tracing around his cock and cleaning up the clear cum pouring out.

“Shit, Omega, I’m— I’m close, fuck,” Clint curses, still moving inside Peter even as he starts to shake from overstimulation.

“Absolutely not,” their Omega commands, standing up on the bed to move them. Clint drops Peter with a heave, both of them groaning as he bottoms out, and their Omega carefully moves his hands off the headboard, setting them back on Clint’s hips. She looks down into Peter’s eyes and then into Clint’s, “two more orgasms, birdy. Two more times— either me or him— and I’ll let you come.”

She kicks a leg over, stradling Clint’s face, and Peter realizes that at some point she took her panties off but left her shirt on. She’s beautiful, and he tries to say as much. Sadly, it just comes out as a choked gasp.

Clint’s pleas turn into moans as their Omega settles on his face, grinding down against his mouth with a firm grip in his hair. Using him. Clint flails, grabbing at Peter’s knees, and picks up where he left off, lifting him up and dropping him fully onto his cock, over and over.

Peter struggles to keep his eyes open, staring up at the vision of Clint licking, hungry into his Omega, but spiraling quickly, floating higher as he feels his orgasm build again.

Knock, knock.

“Fuck!” his Omega curses, and slaps Clint’s shoulder when he slows his pace, “keep going, they’ll go away.”

Clint hums and picks up his pace when—

Knock, knock, knock.

“Dammit,” their Omega jumps off of Clint’s face and looks into his eyes, “keep fucking him. There’s a reward in it for you if he comes before I get back,” and she jumps off the bed, grabbing a pair of their boxers on the way.

Clint resumes his pace, gathering both of Peter’s legs together in one of his long arms and using his free hand to turn Peter’s face, capturing his lips in a wet, sloppy kiss. Peter can taste their Omega on his lips, and suddenly his orgasm is right there.

“Clin’ oh, uh, uh, ‘m gonna,” he tries to warn, but it more or less comes out as a high pitched squeal.

“Yeah, pretty Omega, come on. Come for me. Come on Peter, give it to me, fuck, you feel so damn good, baby—”

His eyes roll back as the second orgasm overtakes him, shaking through his legs and bursting out of his chest in a desperate wail. Clint’s thrusts slow back down, but he barely feels them. He opens and closes his fingers, trying to hold on, and fails, floating high above his body. Below his body.

There’s a release of pressure.

Warmth shifts from his back to his side.

Small wet noises and low rumbles of begging.

His eyes blink open, soft and slow. He feels light. He feels empty.

As his vision starts to swim into focus, he realizes his Omega has moved him to the side. She’s now riding Clint into the mattress. Hard.

A flash of Clint’s face— it looks like he’s seeing heaven open— and Peter smiles, curling into the Beta’s side and clinging to one of his arms as he floats away again.

---

An hour later, Peter is up and cuddling with his pack. It took awhile to bring him back, but his pack let him float— content to relax in his submission and forget about the hundred other things going wrong outside their bedroom.

Turns out the interruption was Bucky, coming to check on them after hearing a “horrific dying animal noise.”

“Was it the noise I made or the noise Clint made?” Peter asks.

Clint rolls his eyes, and Annie answers, “Clint howled like a fucking Alpha when he dropped you on his cock.”

“Oh my— Annie!” Peter yelps, hiding his face in Clint’s arm as his mate cackles.

“You’re just too delicious, Petey. Couldn’t help myself.”

Peter rolls his eyes, but still nestles closer, “Did you float, Clint?”

“For a bit— definitely not like you did, Pete.”

“Hey,” Annie buts in, “drink this, Peter,” and she presses a bottle against his lips.

He takes a few moments to down the whole thing— he is exceedingly thirsty— before asking, “Did Bucky say anything?”

“No, he brought us water, though. And snacks. And then he ran away.”

Peter yawns and pulls Annie’s arm around him, “I wish he’d stayed to cuddle.”

His packmates snuggle in closer and pull up the blanket, cocooning themselves and drifting off for a nap before starting the day officially. When they wake up around noon, the first thing Annie does is call the Omega clinic to book Bucky an adjoining appointment with theirs.

Monday comes sooner than they expect, and all three Omegas pile into the small clinic for their appointments.

Peter keeps looking up at Bucky. The older Omega has been quiet since they left the house, and it’s starting to get concerning. Annie went into her appointment a few minutes ago, so the two of them are alone in the waiting room. He threads their fingers together, placing a small kiss on the back of his hand.

“Bucky?”

No response.

“Bucky? Buck? James? Jamie?”

At the last one, Bucky blinks a few times and shakes his head.

“Wha… what did you call me?”

“I— I don’t know, I was just trying to get your attention—”

“Only my parents ever called me Jamie,” Bucky says, looking down at Peter with wide eyes.

Peter tries to apologize, stuttering, “I’m so so sorry, Bucky, I swear, I wasn’t trying to—”

“Pete,” Bucky squeezes his hand, “it’s okay, darlin’. I… I enjoyed it, is all.”

“... what?”

Bucky sighs, “Stevie called me Bucky for the first time when we were in middle school, ya know? I’d always been James or Jamie, but hated it when I was little. After that day, I only went by Bucky— I guess that was his claim on me, even back then. But now, it sounds good to be called Jamie by someone I consider home, alright?”

Peter scrubs at the tears forming in his eyes, looking up at Bucky as he asks, “I feel like home?”

“Yeah, Pete, you do. You don’t have to, but I’d love for you to call me Jamie. Damn... okay maybe that’s actually a bad idea, you know what, forget—”

“No, no,” Peter interrupts, “I’d love to call you Jamie. Really. We should… we should spend some time together. Like, alone together.”

Jamie finally smiles at this, nodding along, “I’d love that, Pete. Wanna go away for a weekend, or just spend a few days in my nest and kick everyone else out?”

“Either, but I’d like to do it before… before we have sex together. Or share a heat. I’d like to know you a bit more.”

“So no sex on our weekend away?” Jamie asks, and Peter looks up in surprise— and he’s laughing. Oh.

Peter gives him a light push, “I swear, you’re no better than Clint.”

Both of them end up laughing, leaning against each other and getting dirty looks from a few other patients that they ignore.

Within a few minutes, the nurses call their names and they go back for their appointments. Separately. Everything goes normally for Peter, but he can’t stop worrying about Jamie the whole time. He knows his scent must reek, but the doctor, thankfully, doesn’t comment on it. Once he’s given a clean bill of health, plus a negative pregnancy test, the nurses usher him into a larger exam room where Annie and Jamie sit waiting for him.

They take a few moments to scent each other, holding on tight, before specifically checking in on Jamie. They’re relieved to hear that his STD and pregnancy tests are negative, and all of them share details about their own exams, ultrasounds, and other blood work they had to do.

After a minute, there’s a knock on the door, and an older, female doctor enters the room.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Michaels,” she says sitting in the chair across from where they’re piled on the large exam couch, “I’m told you would like to talk about pack bonding today, correct?”

All of them exchange a look, but stay relatively silent. Great. Perfect time for them to swing submissive.

Doctor Michaels is patient, and Jamie finally speaks up.

“Yeah, Doc. We need’ta know how to bond. We’ve got an Alpha and two Betas at home who we want to bond with, but none of us have any idea what to do.”

She laughs lightly, politely, and Peter gets a whiff of sweet Omega scent from her.

“Here, all three of you take these booklets,” she passes them out, and Peter almost scoffs at the title: How to Make Your Forever, Last.

She continues on, “I’m sure you’ve had conversations with your whole pack about bonding, so the only reminder I’ll give is that a bond, when formed correctly between two consenting parties, will last indefinitely. If any of your bonded pack members were to leave and start a separate, familial pack, the bond you share will still remain and that member would be unable to rebond with another person. Understand?”

All three of them nod their heads affirmative.

“Good, now— are you all living together yet?”

“Yeah,” Jamie answers again, “we have a home and by the summer we’ll be livin' together permanently.”

“Okay, that’s imperative for testing compatibility and establishing territory. You will also need to set rules and guidelines for sexual intimacy, especially regarding gender dynamics and orientations. Speaking of which, do you have designated spaces for nesting and scenes?”

“We do. Right now, we have two nests, two dens, and two separate scene rooms. I think Stevie— that’s our DomAlpha— is plannin’ to build out a main den and the Omegas will rebuild one nest together durin’ a heat or somethin’.”

She hums in acknowledgement and makes a note, “Let’s talk about heats. I see here on your charts that none of you have shared a heat with a partner, is this correct?” they all nod, yes, “The only way a pack can bond is when an Omega mate is in heat. If all six of you are to share a bond, it will be strongest if the Omegas are synched. Have you heard this term before?”

Annie speaks up, “Once or twice. My mom used to talk about it— where Omegas off their suppressants and intimate together will get on the same heat cycle.”

“Right,” the doctor agrees, “you’ll need to go off your suppressants and wait two or three cycles before your bodies officially synch together. I’m going to suggest that each of those heats you spend with each other and try to keep other packmates from interacting unless absolutely necessary. It’s best that your hormones aren’t affected by other mates during this time.”

Jamie makes a small displeased noise, but quickly clears his throat, motioning for her to continue.

The doctor smiles again, “I know, it’ll be hard spending a few heats without your full pack, but truly, it will be for the best if you want to form a strong bond.”

“So,” Peter asks, “what about during the heat that we all have together? When we’re ready to bond— what happens then?”

“Well, it depends. I have to ask— will your bonded pack have a Dominant Alpha and Submissive Omega present?”

Peter nods, “Yes, me and Steve.”

“Okay, that will help the process significantly. You’ve probably already talked about your role as the cornerstone of the pack, but during the bonding process, it is essential that the two of you bond and knot first. It’s going to be hard for the other pack members to refrain from mating during that time, but it will help to establish an order of bonding before the occasion to curb any confusion during the hormone-fueled heats.”

“So, we have to… Steve and I have to bond before anyone else can?” Peter asks, avoiding his packmates’ attention.

“Yes,” the doctor agrees, “the whole pack can be with you, if you desire, but he will have to knot you and both of you exchange a secure bite on the neck before other packmates can join the process.”

The three Omegas shift uncomfortably at the description, and Peter slips his hand into Jamie’s, holding on tight.

“After this, just make sure all of the desired bonds are completed before the end of your shared heat. I assume your Betas know of their ability to satisfy an Omega during heat?”

“Uh…” Peter pauses, looking to Annie and Jamie, but both of them seem confused, “probably not?”

“It’s okay, it’s all in the booklet, too. Betas have the ability to help Omegas in their heats and Alphas in their ruts by simulating biological responses necessary for satisfaction in their partners. For instance— when the three of you enter heat together, your Beta packmates will both be able to knot you temporarily. It’s a shorter duration than an Alpha’s knot and only happens for the heat, but their semen still has calming properties, and under the right circumstances, can help an Omega conceive.”

At this, Jamie makes a sad noise that has both of them turning to him.

“Doc,” he starts, head down and body language tense, “is it true that only the Dominant Alpha and Submissive Omega can pup?”

Peter spins to look at him in surprise. What?

“Yes, after bonding, the cornerstone pair in the pack will undergo a hormonal shift in their reproductive system, creating a symbiosis and making it so that only their systems are compatible. The Alpha’s semen only works on the Omega’s uterus, basically.”

“How… wait, so— my body… what about Steve and Jamie? What about Tony?”

“I can only assume those are your other mates. It will still be possible for the two of you, James and Annie, to be impregnated by either of your Betas should the desire arise. Because of this,” she transitions, ignoring the ShockedDevestatedUpsetOmega scent overtaking the room, “I will still keep all of you on contraceptives unless you are wanting to conceive during your first heat. Is this okay?”

They nod, wordless and still shocked.

“Perfect. And lastly, what is the general timeline for bonding? I need to know in order to schedule appointments to retract the semi-permanent suppressants.”

“It’s,” Jamie clears his throat, “it’s as soon as possible, I think. We wanna be bonded this summer.”

“Great, then we can remove the suppressants today before you leave. Are there any other questions you may have for me?”

They shake their heads, no, and she excuses herself from the room, promising to send a nurse to complete the procedures.

When the door shuts, the three of them crowd together, hooking their chins over shoulders and shifting into each other’s laps. Peter feels Jamie grip him tight, and looks into his eyes, which are glazed over and blown wide.

He’s dropping, Peter thinks to himself, and he’s dropping dominant.

Because of this, it isn’t surprising that Jamie growls when the nurse enters the room. Peter shushes him, lacing their fingers together, and the nurse waits for their permission before approaching the chair where they sit.

The nurse pulls out a few of the tools, and asks them, “Alright, who wants to go first?”

Jamie growls again, but answers, “I will,” before lifting his shirt, giving her access to his suppressant site.

They watch as she squeezes around his stomach, feeling for the insertion. His face is screwed up in discomfort, breathing heavily.

She finds the site, a small bump underneath his skin that feeds directly into his endocrine system, and squeezes it towards the surface of his skin. Grabbing the syringe, she warns him about the sharp pain and quickly inserts the needle, puncturing the suppressant site, and injecting a clear liquid. Jamie hisses through his teeth, clamping down hard on Peter’s arm, as the nurse changes out her tool and attaches a suction to his stomach, turning on the corresponding machine that starts to massage his skin.

“It’s going to break apart the remaining parts of the suppressant site, and it will be absorbed into your system with little side effects,” she says, turning off the machine and starting to sanitize it again.

“Alright,” she turns back with a new syringe, “who’s next?”

---

“I’m never goin’ back to that damn clinic ever again.”

After their procedures, Jamie had towed both Omegas out of the clinic and back to the car, throwing them in the backseat, buckling their seat belts, and taking off towards their house.

Annie tries to get his attention, “Bucky, we should probably call—”

A deep, feral growl cuts her off, and both Omegas remain silent for the rest of the ride. Peter pulls out his phone and sends a quick text to Steve, letting him know about Jamie’s drop. He also texts Tony and Clint, asking both of them to be ready to help when they get home.

Jamie isn’t driving fast— honestly, he’s probably going under the speed limit— but Peter and Annie are still holding on tight to each other, struggling to keep themselves from dropping submissive as Jamie pumps AggressiveUpsetDistressedOmega scent into the car.

When they pull up, Jamie is immediately around the side of the car, hauling both of them out of the back seat and stalking towards the front door with a low, persistent growl.

Before they even reach the door, Steve steps out with Tony and Clint not too far behind him. Jamie lets out a louder growl, straightening up, shoving both Omegas behind him— facing the Alpha head on. Steve steps closer, meeting his challenge,

“Stand down, Bucky.”

The command washes over all of them, and Peter feels his knees give in, crumpling to the ground. He can’t tear his eyes away from his Alpha— standing in front of Jamie with an expectant look on his face and ordering him to his knees in submission.

He sees Jamie finally collapse, sinking to his knees in front of their Alpha, and then there’s suddenly a set of hands on his shoulders.

“Peter, come with me, baby,” Tony croons into his ear, and he nods his head, letting his Beta scoop him up and carry him away, far away, into the house. They settle onto the nesting couch, and Tony starts to wrap him in blankets, whispering sweet encouragements into his ear that make Peter feel safe and warm.

Distantly, he hears sniffling and crying. Tony takes a moment to help him drink water, and he hums his appreciation.

“Tony?” he whispers, cursing himself quietly for how weak he sounds,

It surprises his boyfriend, though, and he’s immediately shifted to stare deep into his Beta’s eyes, “Yes, baby? Are you okay? What happened?”

He ignores the question for now, “Where’s Annie? And Jamie? Are they okay?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, they’re fine. Steve’s got Bucky in the den and Clint has Annie up in your nest.”

“Oh, okay,” he closes his eyes, “I’m fine, Beta. We had a rough time at the clinic— they gave us a lot of information and then we had a painful procedure to get our suppressants removed— and I think that caused all of us to drop.”

“I can tell, Pete. I’ve never seen Bucky challenge Steve like that before— it was quite a sight.”

Peter sighs, “I think he felt like we were in trouble. I should be with him.”

“No, not right now,” Tony’s tone is firm, “we can talk tonight, but right now he needs to spend time with our Alpha.”

“Beta, I need to talk to you about something,” he whispers, ducking his head to avoid eye contact. Tony grabs his chin, not letting him get away, while motioning for him to continue, “the doctor said… she said I can’t have your pups, Tony.”

His tears start to gather in his eyes, and Tony wipes them away tenderly,

“I know.”

“... you know?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but we figured it out a few years ago when the boys were courting me.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t— no, I’m really sorry, I really am Peter. I would have told you before we bonded if the doctor hadn’t mentioned it today. Bucky is devastated that he can’t have Steve’s pups—”

“I know—”

“And— oh, okay. So I can assume that’s one of the things that set him off?”

Peter rolls his eyes, “You think, Tony?”

“Damn, okay, I’m really fucking this up,” Tony scrubs his face, “Peter. I’m… you gotta know, baby, that I love you regardless. So does Steve. None of us expect pups from you, and you know that you don’t have to bond with Steve, right?”

“Stop it, Tony. I heard the news and then got my suppressant removed. I made this choice. I’m just pissed that we got so far without anyone bringing it up. I mean— we’re already living here! Dammit Tony, you asked me to trust you and I’m trying.”

“And I know that, sweetheart,” Tony says, caressing a thumb across Peter’s cheek, “I didn’t mean to keep anything from you, Peter. I respect you— you know that, right?”

Peter mirrors his touch, putting his smaller hand on Tony’s cheek, “I know, Tony.”

Tony looks relieved and leans closer. Peter closes his eyes, ready for the kiss—

“Hey— oh, sorry—”

They whip around to see Steve waiting next to their chair, shifting awkwardly where he stands and holding one of his hands behind his back. Peter scans the room, and sees Bucky curled up with Annie and Clint on a nearby couch, watching them intently.

“It’s okay, Alpha, what’s going on?” Peter untangles from Tony’s arms, sitting up straighter to look Steve in the face. Tony rubs his back encouragingly.

Steve looks to Tony, looks behind him towards their pack— all of whom give him a thumbs up— and then slowly gets to both knees, pulling a red, velvet box from behind his back, and opening it to reveal a sparkling, diamond ring.

“I— what?”

“Peter, I realized that I shouldn’t wait to ask you this. You’ve stepped so gracefully into the role we’ve required of you, and it happens to come with a lifelong bond to an Alpha you barely know. I want you to know— I’m falling in love with you. I don’t want our bond to be built out of necessity, I want it to be built out of affection and commitment to each other. I don’t just want forever with this pack— I want forever with you,”

At this, Steve bares his neck in submission and holds out the ring, “Peter Parker: will you be mine? In love, in bond, and in marriage?”

Peter feels Tony’s thumb on his cheek and realizes he’s crying again.

“Y— yes, Steve. I’ll be yours. I’m—” he takes a deep breath, “— I’m falling in love with you, too, Alpha.”

He slides off the couch, joining his Alpha on the floor, and melts into his arms as the room erupts in excited cheers.

With Steve’s ring on his finger and nose in his neck, his problems start to melt away. They’re strong together, they’re right together. And even though his pack won’t make his worries disappear— with all six of them celebrating around him and embracing each other— it seems as though they can face anything, together.

[tangtownie]

Honey (Reader Insert x Steve Rogers)

Author’s Note: So, this is completely self-indulgent, as I just spent the weekend being incredibly sick and just wanted a big, strong man to come and take care of me. Instead, I had a roommate, who only really cared when she needed to use the bathroom... 

So, anyway, I wrote what I’ve been craving for someone to do for me and I just pictured Steve in all his glory as in the following gif. So please enjoy some soft, caring Steve Rogers. 

Dividers by the talented @firefly-graphics​ 

Word count: 1.212 

Warnings: Probably none, don’t even think I cursed in this one, and of course, the gorgeous Steve Rogers who is a warning in himself. 

courtesy of @dailycaptains 

It was almost completely pitch black when I awoke with a startle. I shot up, almost like a frightened cat, into a sitting position. Something was off, I just didn’t know what yet. I carefully moved Steve’s arm, so as not to wake him. Suddenly overcome with nausea, I got out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, making sure not to make too much noise or turn the light on until I had closed the door. A new wave of nausea hit me and I almost doubled over. I kneeled in front of the toilet and lifted the seat, just in time. The horrible burning starting at the pit of my stomach and all the way out to the tip of my tongue, until it finally stopped.

Practically heaving for breath, I rested my head on the edge of the toilet. I noticed that I had started to shake and my knees could barely carry me as I crawled towards the cabinet where I kept my hair ties. Tears were blurring my vision and I briefly noticed that I knocked over some other things while grasping for a hair tie. Finally finding one, I crawled back to the toilet. I managed to tie my hair back just before I doubled over and started throwing up again. I absolutely despised the burning that spread throughout my body and couldn’t help the sob that escaped me when it finally stopped again.

Slumping down over the toilet, I rested my forehead on my arms and let a few tears escape. “Honey?” A gentle hand on my back followed Steve’s voice. I let out a pathetic whine in response. He moved away for a few seconds before he returned with a wet cloth. “Honey, look at me.” Feeling utterly embarrassed that he had to see me like this; I fumbled around before flushing the toilet and finally lifting my head to look at him. He had his signature Dad Frown™ on when I finally met his eyes, the one that made him look both concerned and a little bothered at the same time. He gently grabbed my chin and carefully wiped it. “There we are. Already looking like a million bucks again.” His crooked smile was almost enough to distract me from how his beautiful blue eyes still shone with concern.

Never having been one for being babied, I huffed before leaning away from him. However, my entire body was still trembling and if it weren’t for Steve’s quick reflexes, I would’ve fallen onto the floor. His hand wrapped firmly around my upper arm and he shot me a stern look before manoeuvring around, so that he was sitting on the floor behind me. His strong warm chest behind me was way too inviting to resist for long and so I slumped back against him. Despite my still blurry vision, I could see Steve easily throwing the cloth into the sink from his spot behind me, before his arms wrapped around me. I let my head fall to the side to rest on his shoulder and a sigh escaped me. Whether it was of contentment or exhaustion or both seemed irrelevant to me. Steve’s right arm was wrapped snugly around me and his left hand came up to caress my cheek. The exhaustion was creeping up on me and I let my eyes fall shut. “You okay, honey?” Steve’s honeyed voiced almost distracted me from the way he carefully wiped a few stray tears away, as a whine escaped my throat, again. “I don’t know.” My voice was hoarse. He hummed in response and rubbed his hands up and down my arms. “You’re freezing. Let’s take a shower.”

Once again, he manoeuvred around me, before effortlessly picking me up. “Can we brush my teeth first?” I asked, finally opening my eyes. “Sure, honey.” Steve carefully placed me on the counter next to the sink. The marble was somehow even colder than the floor had been, but I waited patiently as Steve prepared my toothbrush before handing it to me. Leaning back against the mirror, I slowly started brushing my teeth. “I’m going to get you a sweater.” Steve announced before quickly exiting the bathroom. By the time Steve returned, I had finished brushing my teeth, used mouthwash a few times and wrung out the cloth in the sink. I carefully hopped of the counter, and stumbled a little before Steve’s hands were on me again.

His hands rested on my hips, as I reached into the shower to turn it on. I didn’t bother adjusting the temperature, as I had been the last to shower before we went to sleep. He slowly peeled my t-shirt off, before he did the same to my panties. While I waited for him quickly remove his boxer briefs, I tugged my hair tie off before he took my hand and lead me into the shower. Steve pulled me into the hot spray of water and let me rest my head on his chest, as he held me. His hands carefully dipped my head back to get my hair wet, before he placed a short kiss on my lips. As the warm water continued to rain down over us, I finally stopped trembling. Steve grabbed my body lotion and started lathering me up. His strong hands gently swept up and around my legs and the cutest giggle escaped him when my butt jiggled from his groping. A small laugh left my lips at his antics.

Standing back up to his full height, he smiled brightly at me before kissing me again. Steve quickly lathered up my upper body as well, before pulling me back under the spray with him. As we salvaged the feel of the water and each other, he rested his forehead against mine. After standing there for a few minutes, Steve shut the water off. Stepping out of the shower first, I handed Steve his oversized towel before wrapping my own around me. Standing on front of the mirror and towelling off, Steve made a funny face every time our eyes met and I giggled before looking away again.

Steve briefly disappeared from the bathroom before he came back with a pair of underwear for each of us. Once we had dressed again, this time with me in his soft black sweater, we went back into the bedroom. Crawling into bed next to him always felt like a little piece of heaven, but especially after having been pampered by him. I waited, as Steve got comfortable, before leisurely curling into his side. One of his arms snaked around my waist, while the other grabbed my thigh and pulled my leg over his. Sighing contently, I reached my arm out across his chest and cuddled even closer. “Steve?” I asked carefully. “Yeah, honey?” His voice was tired, but his eyes sparkled in the darkness, as I looked at him. “Thank you.” He smiled brightly at me, before leaning down to kiss me. His soft lips pressed against mine firmly and I sighed contently, as he pulled away. Leaning my head down on his chest again, I suppressed a yawn before saying: “I love you.” Steve’s grip on me tightened briefly, before he gently said: “I love you.”

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LRB, it gets to points that he is neglectful of himself. It's good to be self sacrificing sometimes, but all the time? John literally had to threaten him to relax ("Let me take care of you, asshole!") and take a few days off from work because he was close to burning out. Even through nursing school. He cares about people, but doesn't care for himself, and when he does, he feels selfish and guilt. He sucks at self-care.

What John does is pamper the absolute hell out of him -- wrap him up in the softest of blankets and if it's a chilly day, warmed up, a cup of tea or hot cocoa, or even a glass of wine, some movies and shows he likes or wants to marathon, the cats (they'll show up anyway), maybe a massage sesh or two or do something incredibly self indulgent.

Maybe something extra (aka, let me f*ck the stress out of you and I can go a *long* time, let me get some Gatorade and I'll see you in 10) 👀

But yeah, he is awful at self-care and or needing to put his foot down when he is close to burning out.

There was an instance that happened to Brian that forced him to take mental health days. So, he works as an ER nurse and sometimes shit hits the wall and it gets hectic. This has been happening for a couple of days; he hasn't gotten much rest because of it. So, he turns to caffeine. A lot. And not much in the way of eating. This is a terrible combination to say the least.

After he treats a patient and goes to fetch the doctor, he passes out. He's paler than usual, but what's worse is that because he's had so many energy drinks, his heart is a bit funny but not in a ha ha way. Like, this is intervention serious. So, after a mild freak out from John too, being notified over the phone that he needed to get over to the hospital asap, a bit of detoxing, some drama thrown in there, he's right as rain.

And that's when John instills the caffeine ban for three months and mental health days should Brian start to feel burned out. A bit draconian? Yeah, but he's a lot better.

[dawnsavant]

★ Denastien~

From snowflakes drifting on a playful breeze, to all the cold fury of a blizzard obscuring in frigid white, to serenity in a crystalline world of ice…

Denastien.

Andreo breathed a quiet sigh to himself. He had a knee propped to a table in the manor’s library. Sitting in a chair leaned back on two legs, he teetered himself back and forth in small rocking moments. He thumbed a pen from side to side, its end catching the light with a gleam.

What could he even say of Denastien?

★ Lord Denastien Dalendal 

I like you a whole lot and I might have to tell you that pretty much all the time.

I hate you  /  I dislike you  

I love you, Snowstorm. 

You are family, you are helping me feel like I even can reconnect with family, you are giving me a whole new family, and we are making ourselves into a family and how amazing is that. (Though I’m still not too terribly sorry for conspiring to murder one member of it in the past.)

I would take a bullet for you, with no questions or complaints, but please pamper me afterwards.

I would shoot you, but, uh, probably with one of those ridiculous training wands, or a water gun, or… I don’t know, if we needed to fake a death or something maybe.

I would lie to your face. I am not capable of lying to your face, or… in your general direction, oh, whatever. Also your face is pretty great, just so you know.

I would say something cruel to you on purpose, and I bet you’d like it, too.

I would say something cruel to you accidentally, because, you know, it’s an accident, and then I’d probably spend the next half an hour trying to make up for it.

 I would cheat on you. No. I tell you my interests.

I would physically hurt you, and I bet you’d like it, too.

You annoy me

You amuse me, pretty much endlessly. Probably getting laugh lines because of you, uhg. All your fault.

I’d laugh at you, but you know I never mean anything callous by it. If it truly offends, I will absolutely make certain to not do so again at that situation.

I’d laugh with you, and sun, I hope we always can find things to laugh about.

I’d manipulate you, and I bet you’d like it, too.

You scare me. It’s pretty great. It’s by far and large the good kind of scary. Even the scares that are not so great are fascinating and learning experiences. I also get scared for your sake, which is an interesting experience unto itself. 

You confuse me. I don’t think I’ve ever been too confused by you. Just a little miscommunication once in a while, but even then you are patient and have never balked at trying to find clarity.

I wish I knew you better, somehow?! I mean, I signed up for this. I am all in. I’m going to learn all of your weird secrets, man. Freckles in strange places? Childhood daydreams of wanting pets, or the name of that school instructor you hated growing up? I am THERE.

I trust you, implicitly.

I don’t trust you

You inspire me. You inspire me so much. Maybe not to frenetic periods of obsession and creation as I’ve suffered in the past, but on some level that I don’t know how to quantify or put into words properly. I know I tell you this every once in a while, but - light, you inspire me.

I consider you an equal in every regard, though our strengths, experience, and specializations may be different.

You are beneath me once in a while wink wink nudge nudge

You’re better than me. Strangely, I feel this deserves expanding upon in and of itself. I have idolized, grown limerent in regards to, and placed others upon pedestals in the past. After giving it some thought, I do not believe I fall into this pattern of behavior with you. Equal in every regard. I mean it, I am absolutely glad to have you beside me, rather than seeing one of us as better or worse than the other in some manner.

I would trust you with my life, and have plenty of times. Okay, there may be one exception to this. You know exactly what that situation is, and it so does not count, because even that thin line is very trusting and we’ve not made any major mistakes yet.

I think you’re mean, and I also think it’s equal parts hilarious - or prudent - in the situations where this is even applicable.

I think you’re pretty. Oh, light, and how. Delicate, eloquent, graceful, elegant. Ah, words. Singular descriptive words do no justice. A silken sash caught in a play of the breeze, shimmering as it catches the light. The bounce of shining curls as they fall just so after half a spin. The perfect jingle that bangles make as they slide down a slender forearm in a row. How it feels to watch a cat effortlessly leap from rooftop to wall with perfect precision and balance. Even these hardly feel evocative enough.

I think you’re petty, given the right circumstance and situation. But we had some pretty amazing conversations over some of the little things that we both get petty about, and I love it.

I think you’re childish. I think you go to some lengths to not have ‘childish moments’ as it were where most could see, but it’s absolutely wonderful when you let them slip through. There’s a… a… kind of enthusiasm and charm in these moments that is spectacular. I’m not going to forget playing in the snow, both real and imagined, nor some of the memories you’ve shared of your younger years.

I think you’re smart. In fact, I think you’re pretty damned smart. Smarter than anyone else, or even you, give yourself credit for sometimes. You’ve come up with some brilliant, creative spells and solutions, and I am absolutely convinced that you will do incredible things as time goes on and as inspirations come to you.

I think you’re stupid. Stupid hot maybe. Stupid smart. Stupid sexy. If I write this down where people can see it do I get a free kiss?

I think you’re a bad person.

I think you’re a good person. Maybe not always the nicest, nor the most altruistic, nor always patient with others. Maybe you have not always done so-called good things, even been outright cruel or destructive or harsh otherwise, and maybe we will continue to do some not so ‘good’ things, as it were. But you are a good person, and you are always trying to be better in some regard. That counts for so, so much. You’re good to me, too.

I’m not sure what kind of person you are

I wish you would listen to me. I mean, you do, but I want you to, too!

I want to make you proud. I hope I do, truly. I know I can be slow to act, and spend time overthinking or picking apart problems in excess, but… I hope I make you proud with what I do, how I have grown, how I handle myself, challenge and compliment you, and a host of other small details.

I want to impress you. With pretty much all of these things stated just previously, and, well. I want to surprise you, even when we’ve hardly any surprises left between us. I want to challenge you to new heights, inspire you, and frankly to be impressive alongside you.

I wish you would notice me. You do. But… I might do silly or sensuous things just to bask in stealing your attention.

I would hurt other people for you. Point me at the who and the when and I am THERE. Seriously. I’m a pretty healer priest: they’ll never see it coming.

I’m not sure how to make you happy. I think I have a pretty good handle on the kinds of things that bring you cheer, but if things need changing up over time, tell me!

I’m a bad influence on you, and I bet you like it, too. I readily confess to encouraging you on in manners and over matters which could be dangerous, under normal circumstances, for an average person.

You deserve better than me. Nah. I think you deserve better situations, and for your needs to be met whatever they may be, but I’m entirely intent to help you in any way I possibly can. If that includes other people who fit a niche or earn your adoration… we talk about it, yes? Yes.

We make a great team. Sun, I love working with you. Studying with you. Exploring with you. Figuring out how to move furniture with you. Fussing over flowerpots and lights. Working out little problems. Even the times where we see or want totally different things. You know, all that stuff.

I’d have a one night stand with you, and it’s like we might have had a whole year of them nigh-consecutively, or, you know, a whole lifetime of them. Is tomorrow good? And like all of next week? And–

I’d have a relationship with you. Fancy that. It sure would be nice. Be my friend, gorgeous?

I would marry you. Wait. Didn’t we… shit. Shit, this got real. I was even the one who proposed first. What the fuck. So much for my being absolutely, one hundred percent convinced I was ‘never doing that again’ right? Right. Now you’re stuck with me and my sense of humor.

I fantasize about our life together. It’s kind of corny to say it, but… true.

I would trust you with my most treasured belonging, and I have. Several of them in fact. I mean, an heirloom or two, some of those books are damned near priceless, and many of the things I’ve brought into the manor or placed in the vault have incredible amounts of sentimental value.

I would tell you my darkest secrets. If they come to mind, anyway. Pretty sure you know the lot, specific situations and bits and pieces of history that just haven’t come up in chatter aside. There’s nothing I am intentionally withholding anymore, that I can think of. I’ll always tell you about it if something comes to mind, though difficult memories may take a little coaxing.

You disgust me. With how good you make everything look.

You intimidate me, and I like it, too.

I hope I intimidate you. In the good way, anyway.

I’d hug you. I mean. This pretty much happens regardless. You’re getting hugged. You’ll never see it coming, I bet.

I’d let you hug me, I guess. If I have to. (Please hug me.)

I’m so very scared of losing you. It’s kind of existential crisis inducing.

I don’t think you like me

I want to be better for you. Frankly? I think I have been. You’ve helped foster an environment in which I feel as though I am thriving. And you’ve been growing. And we’ve both been doing… really well, all around, a few inescapable health and mental health issues aside for the both of us. Even those- we’ll be alright.

I respect you. 

I don’t respect you

You’re my mentor. This is an interesting one. I think we both can learn a great deal from each other. Similar but different approaches to learning, casting, problem solving… I’ve already picked up some good tricks from you.

You’re my friend.

You’re my best friend.

I have a crush on you. Sorry to admit it to you like this. Could we, uh… you know, go out for tea or coffee sometime, maybe? Talk things out? I should probably ‘fess up about this to you face to face.

I could easily watch you die. Well. Certain circumstances and states of mind considered. And… precious previous experiences, um. Only if I did it to you, very carefully, which would immediately be followed by resuscitation and incredible amounts of pampering for you while re-evaluating myself. Anything else and I think I’d panic, and throw a fit, and shake the world to her core and tear the light from the skies above to bring you back.

I’d get drunk with you. I don’t exactly remember everything that happened the last couple times, but hot da-amn, Denastien.

I’d party with you.

I’d comfort you. I will always try my very best.

I’d prank you. A little bit, anyway. I do not enjoy elaborate or mean-spirited pranks, but silliness and fun is nice

I’d spike your drink? Maybe. If we outlined acceptable circumstances and courses of action beforehand.

I’d act behind your back only in situations of extreme and dire need. I would much rather have you watching mine, however. Possibly also to try to get you a gift without giving you forewarning as to what it might be.

 I’d abandon you

I’d hurt you to get what I want, and I bet you’d like it, too. Only if this were an agreeable situation and we were open about it, honestly. Putting my self-interest above yours with no communication is no way to handle… anything. Balance is key

I would choose my happiness over yours  /  I would choose your happiness over mine  /  I despise how much I care for you

I need you.

I’m dependent on you. It… hm. This is rather true, but I think we operate well on our own. We can function apart without anxiety or shutting down. The context is more akin to ‘I do not want to be without you at any given time.’ The idea of co-dependence is a difficult thing to look at straight on, but… we are mutual, and we are equal, and should anything change this balance and how either of us feel, we can adjust and adapt as necessary. I do not think this is something unhealthy in how we currently interact.

I don’t know what I’d do without you. That is an unfortunate potential outcome of everything we face now, and… I’ve no answer, still. It is a daunting prospect.

I’m scared of you leaving me, in a manner of speaking. It is no fear that you will walk out.

I’d give my life for you. Maybe, if something dire and unexpected happened. I think we would both be far better served by ‘I would live for you’ rather than ‘I would die for you.’ Just as the thought of losing you mortifies me, I would not be so hypocritical as to think that you could any more easily suffer my loss.

You frustrate me, in the best of ways.

I’d call for you in a time of need. I want to put a booty call joke here to lighten the mood after some of those dour thoughts, butt a good one just isn’t coming to me.

I would will protect you, to the very best of my ability.

I’d visit you in hospital, I guess. I think I’d be more likely to doctor you in a less formal and much more comfortable setting if at all possible.

I’d carry you if you were hurt. Even if you’re not. It’s fun. In fact, maybe I’ll pick you up and walk off with you again sometime soon. Though, honestly, I would heal you, I would levitate you, I would do a great many things for you were you injured.

I’d feel guilty if I hurt you in some circumstances, at any rate. Unplanned, unexpected hurts. Emotional hurts. I do not want to do that to you.

I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable, and I have. I am sorry if I’ve ever gotten snappish, or made you sad with my own sadness. I try to keep it under control because we resonate easily.

I’d ignore a phone call from you

I’d call you at 3am. I think I have, more or less.

I’d break you out of jail. Please don’t do anything to get yourself imprisoned anywhere.

I’d get angry at you. I think? Thus far, even in moments where we have disagreed or faltered in communication, I have never been anywhere near even remotely angry with you. I cannot imagine what would possibly set off such reaction, but I am capable. Perhaps… self-sacrificial or suicidal ideation, rude insults, or apathy and insultingly dismissive mannerisms. You have never shown such in my presence, however.

I would shout at you. / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke

You embarrass me … intentionally, privately, and with respect to not actually making me embarrass myself. I appreciate it. It’s fun. You are not, nor will you ever be, an embarrassment to me.

I feel nothing for you  /  You’re reckless

You’re bossy, sometimes. In the right moods. This is also something entirely amusing and enjoyable. It tends to work well with my moods more often than not.

You bore me. No. I do not get bored. I especially do not get bored with people. We are infinitely changing.

I would ask your advice. I appreciate the perspectives you bring me.

I would blame you for something I did, in entirely playful manners. In any serious regard, however? No.

I would cry in your arms. And all over the bed. And make absolutely certain I cry on your pillow and get it good and gross. Sorry not sorry. I’ll give you my pillow after, though. 

You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else. This is true; we choose those who are capable of hurting us. I am open and honest with you. I share what I have with you. What you think of me and what you choose to do with this information can greatly impact my state of mind, if not my life. Though I would not word this as you have ‘power’ over me, so much as this is an integral part and parcel of sharing myself with you. Conversely, I will never use what I know of you to intentionally do you emotional harm. This seems a silly bit of wording.

Now, things I find sorely lacking from this list: You make me a better person. You make me WANT to be a better person. I enjoy your company. I appreciate the things you do for me, and the time you give me.

Thank you so much for everything thus far.

@denastien / @arhenadoesart

[hickoryfarm]

Allegiances/descriptions for Gravelclan

Gravelclan

(Current Timeline (when story begins))

Founder: Gravelstar

Leader: Dovestar

Deputy: Beavertail

Medicine Cat: Rainblossom

Warriors: Waspfur, Beetlejaw, Mallardfur, Brittlestone, Oakpuddle, Berryface, Eveningskip, Rivertail, Smokeflight, Blizzardnose, Tinytooth, Witheredfur, Beechstone, Toadriver, Cinderfoot

Apprentices: Flintpaw (Flintheart), Swallowpaw (Swallowrain), Plumpaw (Plumbelly), Rustpaw (Rustwing)

Queens: Petalear

Kits: Mousekit, Breezekit, Stonekit

Caretakers: Specklebreeze, Raveneye, Stormrunner

Elders: Skypatch, Blazebird, Ferretbounce, Littleflight, Daisyslip

Allegiances:

•Gravelstar has no living descendents left

•Dovestar and Rainblossom are Beetlejaw's sisters

•Beetlejaw and Mallardfur are mates

•Brittlestone, Oakpuddle, and Berryface are siblings and Daisyslip and Littleflight are their parents

•Tinytooth and Toadriver are mates and are Flintpaw, Swallowpaw, Plumpaw, and Rustpaw's parents

•Petalear and Cinderfoot are mates and are Mousekit, Breezekit, and Stonekit's parents

•Blazebird is Waspfur's mother

•Skypatch and Ferretbounce are siblings. Ferretbounce is the father of Witheredfur and Beechstone and Skypatch is the mother of Blizzardnose, Stormrunner, and Smokeflight

•Smokeflight is Flintpaw's mentor

•Toadriver is Swallowpaw's mentor

•Raveneye is Plumpaw's mentor

•Beechstone is Rustpaw's mentor

•Specklebreeze is a former rogue turned caretaker after he lost his kits and was taken into the clan during a tough leaf-bare

•Beavertail was a former rogue that Dovestar grew close to. They are best friends and do almost everything as a pair

•Raveneye is Petalear's brother

•Eveningskip is clanborn, but her parents became warriors after being abandoned by their twolegs. They were both purebred ragdolls used in shows.

•Rivertail is a former pampered kittypet who left home for adventure, his name used to be Prince

•Eveningskip and Rivertail are mates and will give birth to Snowkit, Darkkit, Morningkit, and Hawkkit (Snowfeather, Darkflower, Morningthroat, and Hawknose)

•Raveneye and Stormrunner become mates and give birth to Duskkit and Turtlekit (Duskwing and Turtlepelt)

- Gravelstar was a gray and white bicolor tom with brown eyes. He was quiet, peaceful, and rarely made any kind of fuss about anything.

- Dovestar is a gray and white she-cat with black ticking a large red spot on her chest, and dark blue eyes. She has Russian Blue in her genes. Her warrior name was Doveheart, and she is known for being sweet and patient.

- Beavertail is a chocolate tortie bicolor tom. He is vivacious and adventurous, but is willing to slow down for the sake of others. He and Dovestar are very close.

- Rainblossom is a blueish-gray she-cat with a white underbelly and paws and large blue eyes. She has Russian Blue in her genes. She is motherly and caring, and is more than happy to nurse cats back to health. She feels very connected to Starclan.

- Waspfur is a large ginger mackerel tabby tom with yellow eyes. He is a maine coon. He tends to look very agitated, but is not particularly aggressive. He does enjoy his peace and quiet, though.

- Beetlejaw is a dark (almost black) bluish-gray tom with small patches of white on his face and toes and blue eyes. He has Russian Blue in his genes. He rarely speaks, or even emotes. He tends to be at his most expressive when he is with Mallardfur.

- Mallardfur is a brown she-cat with large ears and yellow eyes. She is a Havana Brown, and her parents were rogues. A dedicated warrior, she serves her clan well and deeply cares for her mate, Beetlejaw.

- Brittlestone is a pale brown ticked tabby she-cat with a single yellow eye. She is the oldest out of her litter and has a good attitude, but can get into trouble at times due to her overzealous nature.

- Oakpuddle is a brown tom with unusual tabby stripes and orange eyes. He is the middle child, and is small and a bit pudgy. He's a little goofy and doesn't always think things through.

- Berryface is a light brown tabby she-cat. She is the youngest of her siblings, but is usually the most mature and focused of the three.

- Eveningskip is a large black and white bicolor she-cat with yellow eyes. She is a purebred Ragdoll. She is peppy and nurturing, and has many friends within the clan.

- Rivertail is a silver mackerel tabby bicolor tom with blue eyes. He is a purebred Turkish Angora.He is a bit flighty and lazy, but is kindhearted and sociable. He tends to follow his mate Eveningskip around a lot.

- Smokeflight is a black silver mackerel tabby she-cat with white paws and blue eyes. She is dedicated and focused, and is known for being one of the best hunters in the clan.

- Blizzardnose is a black silver ticked tabby she-cat with a white muzzle and amber eyes. She is often very sleepy and isn't very social, but is rather polite and easy-going with everyone.

- Tinytooth is a small red silver ticked tabby tom with an overbite that makes his top fangs stick out and green eyes. He has a bit of a little-man complex and a short temper, but is otherwise humorous and excitable.

- Witheredfur is a chocolate silver ticked tabby tabby tom with tattered and matted fur and brown eyes. He is quiet and keeps to himself, rarely ever engaging with groups of cats. His sibling Beechstone frequently tries to take care of his fur.

- Beechstone is a cinnamon silver ticked tabby she-cat with green eyes. She is calm, collected, and as logical as can be. She frequently spends time with Witheredfur, and cares for him more than any other cat.

- Toadriver is a chocolate silver spotted tabby she-cat with blue eyes. Though she tends to look sleepy, she is rather quick on her feet and aware of her surroundings. She often calms Tinytooth down when he gets overly agitated.

- Cinderfoot is a blue silver spotted tabby tom with dark gray hindpaws and yellow eyes. He is very intelligent, but he can get frustrated with some cats quickly. He usually tries to do what is best for others, but sometimes he refuses to have an open mind.

- Flintpaw is a black silver spotted tabby tom with amber eyes. He has a single snaggle tooth that sticks out of his mouth and wants nothing more than to serve his clan. Dedicated and loyal, but sometimes he gets a bit ahead of himself.

- Swallowpaw is a cinnamon silver classic tabby with large blue eyes. She is a bit of a daydreamer and tends to seem lost in her own little world. She can be forgetful but consistently tries her best.

- Plumpaw is a apricot shaded she-cat with reddish-brown eyes. She is very happy-go-lucky and is incredibly enthusiastic about life.

- Rustpaw is a red ticked tabby tom with green eyes. He is quick to snap, but when his temper isn't getting ahead of him, he can be very fun-loving and entertaining.

- Petalear is a fawn tortie bicolor she-cat with blue eyes. She is graceful and a wonderful hunter, but is easily frightened and horrible with confrontation.

- Mousekit is a fawn silver spotted tabby tom with yellow eyes. He is shy and anxious and tends to stay close to his mother.

- Breezekit is a black silver spotted tabby she-cat with blue eyes. She is very curious and tends to wander around camp when Petalear is not looking.

- Stonekit is a blue silver spotted tabby she-cat with yellow eyes. She is very quiet and alert, and is always watching the older warriors.

- Specklebreeze is a lilac tortie bicolor tom with green eyes. Despite the horrible things he has gone through, he does all he can to enjoy clan life. He is very protective of kits and is friendly and laid back with older cats.

- Raveneye is a black tom with one green eye. He is patient and well-spoken, and often acts a mediator between fighting kittens.

- Stormrunner is a black silver classic tabby she-cat with grayish-blue eyes. She is excitable, playful, and energetic. She keeps the kits going all day and night with fun games.

- Skypatch is a black tortie van she-cat with blue eyes. She loves telling stories and often watches over the kits, acting as a grandmother to all of them.

- Blazebird is a red mackerel tabby she-cat with green eyes. In her youth, she was powerful, fiery, and adventurous. Now, she's in a bit of denial about her age and still insists on helping everyone with their daily duties in the camp.

- Ferretbounce is a lilac torbie spotted bicolor tom with brown eyes. He is goofy, light-hearted, energetic, and sweet. He tends to burn himself out on tasks very quickly.

- Littleflight is a small cinnamon torbie spotted bicolor she-cat with orange eyes. She is a bit helpless and meek, and often has some odd habits such as eating bugs or playing with mud.

- Daisyslip is a cream ticked tabby tom with yellow eyes. He is clumsy and flighty, and has trouble completing tasks on his own. Regardless, he is persistent and patient with himself.

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I would like a friendship and romantic matchup please with someone from Black Butler, Death Note, and Bleach? Just type matchup on my blog search box, and you will find all the information you need on me. =) - requested by @artsy-jandi

This is a big request, so it took a while - sorry for the wait; I also had shit go down with my laptop, so that’s why it’s been several days since I said it’d be posted. Your description was incredibly detailed! I’ve summed it up to make it easier on myself and based on that, your platonic and romantic ships are...

Black Butler - friendship matchup

Elizabeth Midford

- I think you and Lizzie would really get on well

- While she’s loud and boisterous, she also carries a serious side, which I think comes from the fact that she’s a Phantomhive

- Lizzie can sometimes upset people without meaning to, and even when you say nothing, she’d feel terrible and would cry over her mistake; she’d certainly go to great lengths to make up for it

- She’d bring some light and warmth to your life, especially in the moments where the dark is harder than usual to contain

- You’d both be very protective of each other, woe betide anyone who upsets or hurts either one of you - together, you’re a force to be reckoned with

- She’d also encourage you to spend a little less time in your daydreams and a bit more time being productive

- However, if you’re being productive while daydreaming, she’ll take a step back, satisfied that your’re doing the best you can

- She wouldn’t pick up on those moments when you’d like to be left alone with your stories, and if you don’t tell her, she’ll keep being Lizzie, which could lead to confrontation

- I think this is when someone else in the household would step in, probably Ciel, who would understand the need for solitude, and would distract Lizzie for you, or tell her to leave because he has ‘errands’ to do [Read: wants her to leave because she’s too loud for him over a long period of time].

Black Butler - romantic matchup

Sebastian Michaelis

- Slightly ironic, I won’t lie. but hear me out

- Your procrastination would intrigue him - why are you putting off what needs to be done? What are you thinking so deeply about? Why do you prefer your own company over other people’s? And the questions would go on...

- He’d be greatly interested in your soul - not so much as he is in Ciel’s, of course, but your soul has been tainted too because of your past, and he’d want to see how it affects you in every day life.

- BUT despite the fact he’s a demon, he’s also going to appreciate your humanity - the humanity that he knows will kill people for money and also for their own survival, and the fact that you have compassion despite everything you’ve been through, will intrigue and surprise him.

- He’d stick to you like glue (not like he does with Ciel, that’s totally different) and would often watch you, being interested in the fact that you haven’t let life get you down or change who you are at your core, despite your soul being blackened by tragedy

- Don’t even think about Sebastian talking to you or interacting with you when he’s around your cats. Just don’t. It’s impossible to tear him away.

- He’d indulge your interest in cultures and literature - he’d bring you the finest, oldest, leather-bound books from dusty libraries, he’d brew you the oldest teas and make you remedies for your hair and skin, importing the ingredients from various countries depending on the ingredient’s properties and what they can do for you, and he’d spoil you, for sure.

- Would be content to let you daydream - he’s a Butler, after all. Busy!

- He’d try to tempt you to the ‘dark side’ but your stubbornness and strength to keep your promises would impress him - humans are such fascinating creatures

Death Note - friendship matchup

Misa Amane

- So. She’s a lot like Lizzie, I think, though she has her fair share of darkness, too.

- The two of you would bond over shopping and having your own dreams - whether you share them with each other or not is silently agreed in the moment

- Misa would understand your devotion to God and the importance of keeping promises - she’s entirely dedicated to Light and would do anything for him - this mutual understanding would definitely pave the way for a strong friendship

- You’d spend nights together, pampering yourselves - maincures, pedicures, hair treatments, skin treatments... the full works. You’d make your own home remedies and Misa would get all the ingredients

- You’re both very protective of each other, for sure. 

- Misa wouldn’t ever tell you this, but she would literally kill for you - all she needs is a name. And, once she has the eyes, all she needs is a face.

- If someone so much as looked at you wrong, they’d never be seen again.

- She acts too, so you’d bond over this as well.

- It’d be an almost one-side obsessive friendship, with many secrets lying just beneath the surface - and none of them are yours.

Death Note - romantic matchup

Matt

- Matt is incredibly understanding and very intelligent, and I think it’d be a rather... casual relationship

- You’d be the couple that don’t act as though you’re together, but you are, if that makes sense

- He’d never ever so much as tempt you into breaking your promise to your mum, and if he did, it’d be completely accidental and he’d apologise and be more mindful of himself in future

- He’d appreciate your creative side and would encourage it - he’d tell you to not let your dreams just be dreams, and to make as many of them come true as possible

- Very protective of you - you’d be his one motivation for living and for doing what he needs to do to get to where he wants to be. Simply put, you’re his reason

- He’s not religious, but he’d understand your devotion to someone greater than yourself and would encourage you to stay as close to Him as you already are

- I think he’d know when you need alone time to be with you and your daydreams, and he’d give you that space. He can get insecure sometimes, but all he’d need is one word, and he’s reassured

- He’s incredibly supportive of you - you’re his only light, and he’ll do all he can to make sure that no one so much as even dims that light - not even you

- Would find your daydreaming endearing, and would often game while you’re doing chores or something else, lost inside your own mind. He’d only pull you out of your dreaming if he needed to.

Bleach - friendship matchup

Rukia Kuchiki

- OMG okay, you’re both daydreamers to. the. EXTREME.

- Rukia is also quite artistic in that she draws (attempts to?) and she’s a very skilled actress, so the two of you would get on like a house on fire

- She has trouble opening up to people and making friends, but I think you’d make this easier for her, without even realising it - she’d gradually find herself opening up to you, letting you in piece by piece, and you’d strengthen each other

- She doesn’t understand the modern Human World at all, so you’d also bond over having to teach her how to function in today’s society

- You’d never - or rarely - argue. You both dislike confrontation - though Rukia will face it if absolutely necessary

- She has trouble finding clothes that fit, so. All the shopping trips omggggg

- Both of you are modest and intelligent, and both of you have experienced the darker side of humanity and she’s quite perceptive, so just know that she’s there to pick you up, and vice versa, when it’s necessary

- She wouldn’t even try to get you to be productive more so than you already are; she knows the power of dreams and is happy to let you be alone when you need to be

- A very supportive, healthy friendship

Bleach - romantic matchup

Ukitake Jushiro

- This cute lil’ cinnamon roll would love and cherish you completely, exactly as you are, and would have no difficulties in making it known, either

- He’d understand your need to be away from people often, to be in your own company, and he’d give you all the space you need, rarely asking for something from you

- He’s very perceptive, so he’d know exactly what you need and when you need it, before you do

- He’d encourage your artistic temperament, spoiling you with all the materials and inspiration you could ever need

- He’d admire the fact that you’ve experienced things no one should ever have to, and yet you’re an incredibly light, happy person

- He’d treat you and your loved ones with the utmost respect, and would do anything for them and for you, protecting you, even if it meant giving up his own life

- Ukitake would be patient with you; explaining something as best he can until you understand. It doesn’t matter how many times he has to explain it, each explanation will be slightly different from the last in the hopes that at least one of them will bring everything to light for you

- He’d be down for natural treatments and he’d have pamper dates with you - both of you are getting manis, pedis, hair treatments, the works - this depends on how bad his illness is on any given day, but for the most part, he’s going on dates with you whenever he can

- He’d wholly appreciate your devotion to Him and also keeping your promises and would do his best to help you keep them

I’m so sorry for the long wait! I really hope you like at least one of these ships and that it’s as you wanted - if not, dm me, I’ll redo

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https://ift.tt/1LawsIA Best Cat Breeds for Beginners: a Comprehensive Guide to Choose

People are said to be divided into two distinct categories: “dog” and “cat” ones. This thing is both true and false and we can explain why. It is very limiting to say that some people are subject to dogs, in the sense that they could only deal with this animal, get along with Fido, have affinity only with him; while others are identical, but towards the cat.

In reality, the need to adopt, take care of another living being, and love it has nothing to do with feeling. it is a vocation, and if you feel it, you feel it, regardless of what type of pet it enters a part of your life. It is true, however, that “canaries” and “cats” can be easily recognized, because they have very peculiar distinctive characteristics. In fact, dogs and cats are not very similar.

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There are those who are born in this regard with a certain harmony with the little cats. These people, however, do not know that mutual attraction is not enough to get along with love and agreement (as in human relationships).

it takes a lot of commitment, perseverance, practical spirit, responsibility, intellectual but also emotional maturity. In practice, one must be ready to become a parent and try to gain experience immediately, because a cat could also prove complicated to manage.

For this reason, we have decided to list the cat breeds for beginners, that is, the most tender, most accommodating, easiest to treat that exist in the world. Basically, we’ve prepared a list of amateur-proof cats. You are unlikely to have problems with these furballs.

Top 10 Best Cat Breeds for Beginners

Despite the fact that cats are, by far, the most popular pet in the world (true story, there are more than eighty million of those furballs that run here and there across the planet), our feline friends receive many bad reviews.

The “haters” assume that cats are selfish and hostile and will not give their owners as much love or affection as it is known they are able to give dogs. There is nothing more false. If you are also of this opinion, we will change your mind.

This misconception starts from the deeply rooted belief that cats do not appreciate the company of humans. And while, yes, some cats can be loners and maybe even a little “grumpy”, there are actually a lot of breeds that love (and even seek) attention from us.

According to American Scientific, cats have literally learned to meow in a certain way, with a certain tone in order to imitate the lament of our children, so that humans felt compelled to take care of them. Their ability tells us two very important things about them, namely that:

they are quite intelligent

show a real desire to spend time with us

If you are thinking of taking a cat (if you are reading this article, this is probably your intention), why not choose an easy-going and easy-to-manage breed within the four walls of an apartment? Obviously, all cats are worthy of being adopted and deserve our unconditional affection, but we have discovered that there is a type of cat for beginners.

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The best cat breeds for beginners are, thanks to their calm behaviors and their cuddly personality, perfect anyone who wants to share their life with a small feline: even the most experienced cats could find it comforting to spend time with these cats.

Here are the beginner cat breeds that are also the most cuddly in the world.

1. Ragdoll

Ragdoll | Cat Breeds for Beginners

Ragdoll is a well-balanced cat with no eccentric features. It is a medium-large, moderately long-haired, blue-eyed cat. Ragdolls have a slow maturation and therefore reach the hair and color at about three years. Ragdoll is an affectionate and intelligent cat, who always moves in a very graceful way.

All about His Temperament

Docile, polite and congenial, ragdolls are ideal companions for the in-door. One of the most beautiful characteristics of these cats is their relaxed and sweet personality. They are completely wrapped in silky fur and have delicate white legs. They easily tune into the habits and feelings of their humans.

you will find it in front of the front door, when you return from work, to warmly welcome you, relax with a massage and print a basin on your forehead to say goodnight. If you have had a bad day, it will curl up in your lap to offer you comfort. You would never find a better friend.

They are playful cats, ragdolls, but not hyperactive. Known for its ability to adapt easily to almost any environment, it gets along well with children and adults, as well as with dogs and other cats. They can be trained to stand out on the counter and are affectionate without being overly demanding.

They have soft and polite voices, even at dinner, although they are famous for their enthusiasm for food. One thing that ragdolls don’t have, however, is immunity to pain: if you accidentally step on their tails, they scream at you and look at you with reproach, just like any other cat.

2. Maine Coon

The Maine coon is solid, robust and can withstand a harsh climate. A distinctive feature of this cat is the long, bristly coat. This breed is well proportioned, has a balanced appearance, and has adapted to various environments.

All About Maine Coon

No race has a monopoly on love and affection, but there must be a good reason why the Maine Coons have made their way in these years: they were an endangered feline breed, but today they are the second most popular of America. Maine Coon fans claim that its popularity is due to the breed’s large size, intelligence, lush coat, tough disposition and devotion to its human family.

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Maine coons are very good kittens, “great gentle giants” who always play until old age. They can also be reserved with people they are unfamiliar with (they are too smart to trust anyone). This initial adaptation period is actually a well thought out choice: the Maine Coon is deciding whether its new humans seem trustworthy. As soon as he decides, however, he forms close ties with the whole family and becomes loving and devoted.

Most want to be near you, but not on your lap. They are true family members and participate in all family rituals. As befits an ex-seafarer, Maine Coons are fascinated by water (other than repellency), perhaps because their thick coats are practically waterproof (yes, that’s right, incredible).

Some may even try to reach their humans in the shower, or at least they will walk on the wet floor after exiting. They prefer to stand on the edge of the tub, however, and touch the water with a curious paw.

3. Siamese

The ideal Siamese is a medium-sized cat, slender and refined with long tapered lines, very agile but muscular. Males can be proportionally larger. Balance and refinement are the essence of the breed, in which all the parts come together in a harmonious whole, although it does not have any significant characteristics that can stand out.

All About Their temperament

Some cats seem to think that purring or a friendly rub is worth a thousand words. Siamese do not belong to this school of thought and is known for their talent in clearly communicating their ideas and desires to their “human servants”.

If you can’t get involved in the dialogue, they are happy to hold a monologue to illuminate your little Neanderthal man mind. No insignificant meow ever comes out of their mouths their verses are real attempts at communication.

According to their fans, Siamese are the most wonderful, loving, and fun cats in the universe. They are very intelligent, self-confident, playful, determined, curious, and very active. They love their human companions with passion; living with Siamese is a bit like living with extremely active children. Except that these “children” follow you everywhere, asking to be involved in whatever you are doing.

Resolutely social and very dependent on people, Siamese craves active involvement in your life. They are super smart and, if you don’t give them something to do, they will find it for themselves (and you may not like your hobby very much).

This breed needs daily periods of play and interaction. it is essential for the Siamese’s emotional and mental health and well-being. They should not be left alone for long periods, this is not a breed that you can pamper for five minutes and leave alone for twelve hours.

The Siamese will become sad and depressed if left alone too often and maybe destructive of his frustration. The feline companionship of another Siamese or a relatively active breed will help keep a lonely Siamese happy while you are away, but there is no fetish that can replace you. Also, remember that two Siamese represent a double risk at home.

This breed is not for those looking for a quiet companion: Siamese must be treated patiently and require a lot of attention and affection. However, Siamese are generally good pets and are tolerant of children at least eight years old, provided that children are taught how to properly handle cats and not to play too violently.

4. American short-haired

American short-haired | Cat Breeds for Beginners

The American shorthair is a real working cat breed. The general effect is that of a strongly built cat, well balanced and symmetrical with a physicality that indicates power, endurance, and agility.

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In describing the short-haired American, the English expression that means “happy half” comes to mind. These American cats are of average size, build, type, and temperament: they are neither too large nor too small; not too cuddly nor distant; neither lazy nor hyperactive pandas.

The American shorthair is the perfect breed for those who want a cat that has fun on its lap but not on its face. American shorthairs are known for their adaptable temperament and quiet voices; they are sociable, easy to train, and adapt well in the presence of other animals and children.

They generally do not like being picked up: like their fellow pilgrims who left England to find freedom, they appreciate their independence. Historically, the American shorthair has been considered a working cat. Short-haired Americans have a lot of fun with their favorite humans, but they can also have fun with a paper ball.

They tend to remain active and playful even in their old age. ASHs also have a strong hunting instinct and have fun catching and killing mice if they have access to the great outdoors (but no trainers will ever encourage you to let it go).

5. Sphynx

Sphynx | Cat Breeds for Beginners

Cat for beginners: the sphynx (Photo Unsplash)

The most distinctive feature of this cat is its hairless appearance. The sphynx is medium in size and has a surprising weight for its size. The body feels warm and soft to the touch, with a skin texture similar to a soft peach or smooth nectarine. Sphynx is good-natured, lively, and susceptible to too many handling.

Info About Its temperament

To say that sphynx are lively is an understatement: they perform formidable athletic performances, similar to those of circus monkeys, in order to attract your attention. Very devoted and loyal, they follow their humans around, shaking their tails and purring with enthusiasm for the joy of being close to their beloved humans.

They require your unconditional attention and are mischievous (and adorable) like children. And despite all this and their alien appearance, they are really cats, with all the mystery and charm that has accompanied them since ancient times. Although sphynx may not be suitable for everyone, its unique appearance and charming temperament have allowed it to conquer a good number of adoring followers.

6. Scottish Fold

Scottish Fold | Cat Breeds for Beginners

Beginner Cat: Scottish Fold (Photo Unsplash)

Scottish fold is a spontaneous mutation of farm cats in Scotland. The breed was founded by crossbreeds between short-haired British and domestic cats in Scotland and England.

Scottish Fold Temperament

Scottish folds are generally intelligent, quick-tempered, calm, and easily adapt to new people and situations. They are loyal and tend to bond with someone in the family. While they will usually allow others to pamper and caress them, their primary attachment quickly becomes clear as they locate their chosen human being.

They thrive when they receive attention, but always on their terms. Despite their devotion, they are not sticky, demanding cats and usually prefer to be near you rather than on your lap.

Despite being folded, the fold’s ears can pop up occasionally, especially if someone is opening a nearby food box. The crease in the ear can become less pronounced when the cat is angry or ill.

Although some members of the fold family report increased production of wax buildup in their cats’ ears, folded ears do not make the cat more susceptible to mites or ear infections. The susceptibility to hearing loss may be related to the fact that some early Scottish folds were white and the white cats may be prone to a type of deafness unrelated to fold gene.

7. Somali

Cat for beginners: the Somali (Photo Unsplash)

The general impression of the Somali is that of a well-proportioned medium-large cat, with a strong, agile muscle development, which shows a lively and lively interest in all environments, with a predisposition to human contact.

All About Somali

Don’t take a Somali if you want a cat who can be pampered with excessive cuddling or if you want a cat who can be alone in the house all day. With all the virtues of the Abyssinian and adorned with a splendid semi-long coat, the Somali is a beautiful and rowdy addition to any family.

Like the Abyssinian, the Somali is vigorous and animated, has an acute sense of feline humor, and a real need for play. Indeed, everything is a game for a Somali: many prefer to chase a ball all along the corridor and then beat it up and down, carry it around until they are completely exhausted.

If the ball rolls under a piece of furniture from which they cannot retrieve it, then they will come to you and show you a wide-open gaze or touch you gently, so that you can get up to help them in the recovery mission. Feather rods and fishing rods are a big hit.

They are highly intelligent, which contributes to their talent getting into trouble. The Somali is active, curious,and in a good mood and loves to go around the house, opening the wardrobes and, why not, even risking to break something.

Their voices are soft, their minds active and their food dishes always empty. They also tend to be determined: once you put something in your head, you can’t dissuade them. They are not warlike, only tenacious.

Somalis are people-oriented and show a lot of affection. When you relax on the sofa, they prefer to be near you rather than on your legs. They won’t, however, be involved in every aspect of your life.

Open a drawer and your Somali will be there to peek inside and even insert a curious paw inside. Somalis are the best home entertainment you can buy and are more like people than cats: small, furry and hyperactive people. Very energetic and in a good mood, Somalis play like kittens until old age.

8. Persian

Beginner Cat: Persian (Photo Unsplash)

Persian is a well-balanced cat, has a sweet expression and soft, round lines. This cat has large spaced round eyes and a huge round head. The long hair often softens the cat’s lines and accentuates the roundness in the appearance.

Information on his temperament

If you want your cats to bounce like microwave popcorn, don’t adopt a Persian. Persians are perfect companions if you like placid and easygoing cats. Don’t count on using your Persian friend as a hairy doorstop, however. They love to play in relaxation brackets, lying on your favorite sofa. Proponents say that Persians do not deserve their reputation as “fur furniture”: they are intelligent but not nearly as curious as tome breeds, and not as active.

The Persians are devoted to their humans, but they can be selective in conferring that honor. You have to earn their trust and love. They want affection and pampering, but they won’t molest you for attention as other breeds do. However, they will make their feelings known if they do not get the necessary amount of attention.

Persians require significant commitment over time. That beautiful coat requires daily treatment to keep it in good condition and free of knots. You may need to take it from time to time to a professional groomer.

9. Abyssinian

The Abyssinian is often a colored cat with a distinctly popped hair, medium in size and very regal. Agile and muscular, he shows a keen interest in his surroundings. It is often well balanced from a physical and athletic point of view.

Information on His Temperament

Abyssinians are not for those who want a cat who likes to be taken and cuddled with excessive violence. Although they can often be brave, curious, and in a good mood, when they feel harassed, the Abyssinians tend to try to free themselves.

This does not mean that the Abyssinians are distant or independent; they are typically affectionate, devoted, and cuddly with their human companions. In fact, they will follow you from room to room to keep an eye on what you are doing.

They are very happy when they are actively involved in the usual rituals of all family members. They are particularly involved in dinner, for example. The Abyssinians regularly perform antics for yours and their enjoyment, gaining the reputation of clowns from the kingdom of cats. They could perch on their shoulders, crawl under the covers and sit next to you purring madly before running away to hunt imaginary butterflies and leap on the highest shelves in the library.

They are natural athletes, no closed rooms or closets are safe from their agile legs and inquiring minds. Vocally they tend to be silent. They purr with great enthusiasm, however, especially around dinner time. If you have to stay away all day, you may want to consider providing a feline company to entertain your Abyssinian. If you work all day and have an active social life at night, an Abyssinian may not be the cat for you.

10. Sacred cat of Burma

Cat for beginners: the sacred cat of Burma (Photo Unsplash)

A cat full of mystery and legend, the Burmese is a colored feline with long silky hair and four pure white feet. It often seems a little squat. Its distinctive head has strong jaws, firm chin, and medium length nose.

Information on His Temperament

Burmese are affectionate, kind, and faithful companions with an air of dignity that seems to encourage the worship of their families. As former temple cats, Burmese seem to have become accustomed to worship. They are very intelligent and affectionate, according to some, they are often very people-oriented.

They will generally greet visitors with curiosity rather than fear. Because of their gentle temperament, Burmese are generally easy to handle: taking care of them is simple and they are ideal pets for anyone who wants peaceful companions who offer love and affection.

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Bandit, a European Blue Great Dane puppy, was scheduled to be euthanized. He had a softball-size lump growing from his neck, and the group that had taken in him and his siblings didn’t have the funds required to help him.

Luckily, Kelly Brownfield, a USO Western Missouri regional operations director, was at the same vet getting her newly adopted pup checked out. Without hesitation she scooped up Bandit. “I made the decision there,” she explains, “that he was coming home with me.”

It turned out that Bandit’s issues were because of a piece of wood stuck in his back tooth — a relatively easy and inexpensive fix. Kelly had always wanted a Great Dane. Now she had two!

Bandit finds his calling

Bandit lets the service men and women feel safe enough to connect with their emotions. Photography courtesy Kelly Brownfield.

Kelly has a job where she can bring her dogs to work — the USO of Missouri, Inc. Bandit loved the service men and women and wanted to be with them.

“When soldiers were having issues, we would find him [Bandit] in the lap of a crying solder,” Kelly says. “He knew how to sense out people.” A number of people pitched in training so that he could pass the tests required to become a registered therapy dog. These are tests he has to retake and pass annually.

Today, Kelly owns Bandit and Maverick, another European Blue Great Dane, who are both registered through the Alliance of Therapy Dogs, part of a nationwide therapy dog group whose certification is good state to state. Their work isn’t isolated to the USO of Missouri, Inc. Kelly, Bandit and Maverick conduct tours of the East Coast. This allows other service members to interact with the dogs. Travel is by car — it’s a little difficult to get two giant pups on a flight with you!

Bandit’s big heart

Bandit allows servicemen and servicewomen to connect with their emotions. Photography courtesy Kelly Brownfield.

Bandit’s list of accomplishments is long. What he enjoys most is working with the men and women in uniform. “I know he loves doing this,” Kelly says. “His vest is filled with patches and pins of units he has worked with. In the morning when I say it is time to go, he is so excited to see his vest come out.”

Bandit will be brought into a room of service men and woman and given the chance to cuddle up to each one. Interactions are watched closely. If one of the humans shows excessive emotion while with Bandit there is a good chance there is an underlying concern, issue or signs of PTSD. Bandit allows the service men and women, who have been through so much, to feel safe enough to break down their emotional barriers and connect with their deepest feelings. This alerts others that the soldier may need additional treatment and help.

In his prime, Bandit spent time at the hospital as stability support, helping wounded warrior amputees get back on their feet. Bandit himself has physical deformities that makes it harder for him to walk. He has had five surgeries leaving him with screws in his back legs. Soldiers who have lost limbs connect easily with Bandit. After being suited up in a special harness, Bandit would walk next to a patient trying out his/her artificial leg. Bandit’s size is a plus, making him, with his harness in place, the perfect height to add some balance to a soldier’s first few steps. Bandit does everything he can to prevent his partner from falling, even if a new leg fails.

Beyond the USO

Bandit and serviceman. Photography courtesy Kelly Brownfield.

Bandit’s special touch doesn’t stop at the military members; it extends to their families. Many children who visit the USO find Bandit to be not just a dog but a friend; a soft and loving creature they can play with, hug and tell their secrets to. Bandit has been the partner for children at their fallen parent’s funeral. He walks with the child to the graveside, staying with him or her and being the supportive best friend that the child desperately needs at that time.

At 7 years old, Bandit is a senior dog. He is still active in his work with the USO, but a few activities that are more physical or require extensive patience have been handed down to Maverick. Bandit seems OK with letting his brother take on some of the job as long as he gets to be with his friends in uniform.

When he gets home, Bandit has plenty of time to hang out with his cat, Lola, before cuddling up in the human bed with Maverick, Lola and his mom. A cozy foursome!

Due to Bandit’s success, Kelly has shared their process and guidelines with other USO offices in the hopes that the program can go nationwide. When asked why Bandit likes his job Kelly says, “I think he just loves people, and he loves what he does. It’s almost like he was born for this. Sometimes I wonder if we saved him within minutes of him being put down; if this is his way of giving back.

Bandit – Therapy Dog. Photography Kelly Brownfield

A Q&A with Kelly Brownfield

Working dogs are just like us

Q: What is Bandit’s diet?

A: Bandit has thrived eating Purina Pro Plan. His favorite flavor of Purina Pro Plan is the Chicken & Rice Formula.

Q: Does Bandit get any human food?

A: He loves chicken, which has become a weekly Sunday routine — to treat him to his cooked chicken.

Q: What type of gear does Bandit use?

A: Bandit is known for his vest, which is worn at most of his encounters when working with the public and our military. We also take precautions to protect his ears and eyes. He uses military-grade goggles and mutt muffs if the situations call for them. When Bandit was helping provide stability support to our military amputees, he used a special harness.

Q: Are there health issues that Bandit’s job cause him to have, and how do you address those?

A: Bandit was born with some deformities. He walks on the edge of his right front paw and due to the front leg deformity, it has caused a slope where his hind legs are higher. Due to that both ACLs ruptured, and he has had five surgeries over his lifetime leaving him with four plates and 20 screws in each of his back legs. We are lucky to have one of the most incredible veterinary schools in the country here in Missouri, the University of Missouri College of Veterinary Medicine, which has taken amazing care of our Bandit over the last seven years.

Q: What is Bandit’s grooming routine?

A: Bandit gets weekly baths, due to the large amount of therapy dog work he does to ensure he is clean. He loves when you pull out the grooming glove to brush his hair. I try to treat him to a full spa day once a month at the local groomer, Pampered Paws, LLC.

About the author

Wendy Newell is a former VP of Sales turned dog sitter, which keeps her busy being a dog chauffeur, picking up poop and sacrificing her bed. Wendy and her dog, Riggins, take their always-changing pack of pups on adventures throughout the Los Angeles area. Learn more about them on Facebook @The Active Pack and on Instagram @wnewell.

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Chicken Clothes for Halloween and Christmas

By Wendy E.N. Thomas – Olivia Dougherty, who lives in Delaware, Maryland, created her chicken clothes for a contest, sponsored by Cooptastic, one of the nation’s premier educational conferences dedicated to small and backyard poultry flock. And each conference holds a chicken costume contest.

“It’s along the lines of the lamb- and sheep-dressing contests frequently held at 4-H shows,” said Brigid McCrea, PhD, associate professor at Delaware State University and extension poultry specialist who organizes and helps judge the conference’s contest.

“Audience loves it to pieces,” McCrea continued. “Not only for the creativity but also for the conversation. It provides an opportunity for people to converse with one another and to talk to other poultry people.”

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For her entry in the contest, Dougherty designed a “Superman” cape, complete with an egg logo. “I made it for my favorite chicken who is our biggest, white and black, ‘Supersize’ chicken.” Although her family no longer has chickens, if she were to design future chicken clothes for costumes, Dougherty thinks it would also have a superhero theme, along the lines of a Chicken Spiderman.

Dougherty does have goats and a pig and she admits to dressing them with collars, necklaces and little blankets. She has also dressed up her dog up as a lady bug and has put tiny shirts on her cat.

“It’s fun,” she says of the experience.

Holidays

A holiday chicken. Photo by Dead End Acres.

For some, the urge to put their backyard chickens in chicken clothes simply comes from a need. Kelly Nichols of Bloomville, New York, wanted to do a Facebook Christmas card, and decided what better subjects to use than a kid and her chicken? Nichols also works with a few of her hens to participate in agility challenges as well as hen therapy.

“It has been difficult,” said Nichols of the designing aspect. “I’ve tried a few dog outfits, but they just don’t fit right. I make our own chicken clothes. We’re pretty lucky; we have a couple different hens that will be patient enough to let me pattern on them.”

Raise Awareness

Some people, like Jennifer Pike, of Florida, became inspired to dress their flock in chicken clothes on a whim. “I was shopping with my mom at a store and came across a cute teddy bear outfit. We started joking about how people dress up dogs, and I said I was going to get it to put on my house chicken for a cute picture … and that started it all.”

Pike, who said she suffers from depression, also sees posting her chickens in their chicken clothes on Facebook as a way of bringing enjoyment to others, and has helped her connect with others who also use chickens as a means of coping.

“I liked posting funny pics of my chickens,” Pike said, “as raising chickens can be a heartbreaking hobby and many people who I chat with on forums. … The cute pictures bring smiles to people and also get non-chicken people interested in how chickens can be neat pets.”

Throughout the years, Sophie’s chicken clothes for her favorite pet Silkie chicken have included: a pirate costume, a police officer, a cheerleader, a bride, a Santa suit and a rain jacket. Pike has also had her chickens wear barrettes in topknots in shapes of bows or flowers along with a chicken diaper when they went to stores.

Everywhere Pike takes a dressed-up chicken, people can’t help but stop and ask questions. “Kids seemed very interested as well as parents. They never knew how diverse the looks of chickens could be or how sweet. Sophie traveled with me in my truck everywhere. She often rode in my lap, looking out the window glass or in a towel sitting in my seat console.”

Once, Sophie said, a lady at a drive-through got so scared of the chicken — “a little fluffy chicken with a hair barrett and a flowered diaper” — that another lady had to hand her the food.

“Eventually she started asking questions and became less afraid,” Sophie said.

Bring Joy

Holly Olejnik from Huntington Mills, Pennsylvania, first started dressing up her chicken, Cheep Cheep, four years ago for a Halloween contest on Facebook. “Everyone loved her and went nuts on how well she took to being photographed.”

That was only the beginning. Cheep Cheep’s chicken clothes are fairly small now with about 30 dresses.

Dress and photo by Holly Olejnik.

“We donate all that she has worn to family and friends that have little ones on the way,” Olejnik says of Cheep Cheep’s dresses. “All the chicken clothes that she wears are bought from thrift stores or yard sales. We shop in the children’s department or look for Halloween costumes that look fun. My grandmother Carolyn Gensel loves to go hunting for my next dress to post to Facebook. She carries a photo of me and shows off her grand-chicken to anyone wondering who the pretty dress is for.”

Cheep Cheep has quite the Facebook following from around the world. In fact, Olejnik says, “A lot of her friends, if they are in the area on vacation, ask if they can come meet her in person because she has brought so much joy and smiles into their life.”

If you’re interested, Cheep Cheep’s Facebook fan page is “Cheep Cheep Olejnik,” and her regular profile page is “CeeCee Olejnik.”

Functional Attire

Sometimes, chickens need functional accessories like aprons (for protection against a rooster’s nails) and diapers (for, well, you know). Julie Baker, owner of Pampered Poultry (pamperyourpoultry.com) decided that if a bird has to wear functional chicken clothes, then it might as well look pretty. She has made designer chicken clothes, including floral chicken diapers and has added ruffles to chicken aprons to make them look more like attractive summer dresses.

Designer chicken attire by Julie Baker. Photo by Julie Baker.

Plain Old-Fashioned Fun

And then there is Kevin, the chicken that just showed up in Leona Palumbo’s driveway one day.

“I never had chickens nor did I know much about them,” Leona said. “My husband found her in a tree next to our driveway and brought her in to me as a joke, and she fell instantly asleep on my lap and it was love at first sight from there. We put flyers up about her around the neighborhood, but never heard from anyone. It quickly became apparent that potty issues needed to be dealt with, so I did a quick search online on a lark for ‘chicken diapers,’ and lo and behold, several designs popped up. I picked out the one I thought would work and ordered it. It works great and she fit in at home inside with all of our other pets just fine.”

Then one day, she bought Kevin a Christmas sweater.

“To be perfectly honest, I don’t know why the heck I bought it and put it on her … I really don’t. I just did and it she was so calm and easy going about it that it just became a thing we did and took pictures of. … We try to do holidays and family events and just fun things. I keep her page completely free of hot-button topics and I am amused and pleased at the incredibly varied following she has acquired in a very short time.”

Most people think it is fun, says Palumbo, but she has gotten some negative comments from animal activist types who think it is mean.

“But they just don’t know how loved and spoiled Kevin is. We never do anything that makes her uncomfortable and I swear, she even knows what’s going on as she sits so calmly, and once the picture is taken, she goes off again on her little way. Some other people have remarked that they can’t believe I let a chicken on my counters and furniture. Well, ‘That’s why there is soap and water in the world,’ I usually remark. Kevin is my pet, no different than my cats, dogs or other animals, and she is just as loved and welcome anywhere in my home.”

Kevin, on her motorcycle. Photo by Leona Palumbo.

Safety Tips

Whether it be for a competition, holiday, or just for pleasure, many people enjoy putting clothing and accessories on their chickens in order to dress them up. If you are going to costume your chickens, advises Brigid McCrea, PhD, associate professor at Delaware State University and extension poultry specialist, for the health and safety of your birds keep the following clothing guidelines in mind:

• Watch the weight of the costume, as chickens will get flustered if an outfit weighs them down.

• Along with fabric weight, be careful to not use fabrics that will overheat the bird. Polar fleece is a lightweight material but if worn for a long period, it may make your chicken too warm.

• An interesting fact about chickens is that they are naturally attracted to the color red and will peck at it; be careful of where red is used in the bird’s costume.

• Make sure that the chicken can move her wings and that the outfits do not in any way restrict her wing movement.

• If you are putting something around the chicken’s neck (necklace, bandana), make sure that it is lightweight and does not hang down so low that the chicken could potentially trip over it.

• Try not to use hats or head coverings. Chickens are prey animals, meaning they are constantly on the lookout for predators who may be after them. A hat restricts vision and won’t be tolerated very long by any chicken. Consider this the first step toward learning how to protect chickens from hawks and other predators.

• Be careful of beads and hanging decorations that the chicken may be tempted to try to eat them. Likewise, inspect the construction of the outfit to make sure that it does not have loose, dangly threads or that it might fall apart while the chicken is wearing it.

• Allow for waste to happen (because you know that with chickens it eventually will); either leave the back area open in a costume or prepare the chicken to wear a diaper. Composting chicken manure is an excellent way to add nutrients to your garden.

• Lastly, make sure that the costumes are made from washable fabrics, and for bio-security reasons, wash them after each wearing in order to avoid possible contamination among chickens.

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Chicken Clothes for Halloween and Christmas

By Wendy E.N. Thomas – Olivia Dougherty, who lives in Delaware, Maryland, created her chicken clothes for a contest, sponsored by Cooptastic, one of the nation’s premier educational conferences dedicated to small and backyard poultry flock. And each conference holds a chicken costume contest.

“It’s along the lines of the lamb- and sheep-dressing contests frequently held at 4-H shows,” said Brigid McCrea, PhD, associate professor at Delaware State University and extension poultry specialist who organizes and helps judge the conference’s contest.

“Audience loves it to pieces,” McCrea continued. “Not only for the creativity but also for the conversation. It provides an opportunity for people to converse with one another and to talk to other poultry people.”

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For her entry in the contest, Dougherty designed a “Superman” cape, complete with an egg logo. “I made it for my favorite chicken who is our biggest, white and black, ‘Supersize’ chicken.” Although her family no longer has chickens, if she were to design future chicken clothes for costumes, Dougherty thinks it would also have a superhero theme, along the lines of a Chicken Spiderman.

Dougherty does have goats and a pig and she admits to dressing them with collars, necklaces and little blankets. She has also dressed up her dog up as a lady bug and has put tiny shirts on her cat.

“It’s fun,” she says of the experience.

Holidays

A holiday chicken. Photo by Dead End Acres.

For some, the urge to put their backyard chickens in chicken clothes simply comes from a need. Kelly Nichols of Bloomville, New York, wanted to do a Facebook Christmas card, and decided what better subjects to use than a kid and her chicken? Nichols also works with a few of her hens to participate in agility challenges as well as hen therapy.

“It has been difficult,” said Nichols of the designing aspect. “I’ve tried a few dog outfits, but they just don’t fit right. I make our own chicken clothes. We’re pretty lucky; we have a couple different hens that will be patient enough to let me pattern on them.”

Raise Awareness

Some people, like Jennifer Pike, of Florida, became inspired to dress their flock in chicken clothes on a whim. “I was shopping with my mom at a store and came across a cute teddy bear outfit. We started joking about how people dress up dogs, and I said I was going to get it to put on my house chicken for a cute picture … and that started it all.”

Pike, who said she suffers from depression, also sees posting her chickens in their chicken clothes on Facebook as a way of bringing enjoyment to others, and has helped her connect with others who also use chickens as a means of coping.

“I liked posting funny pics of my chickens,” Pike said, “as raising chickens can be a heartbreaking hobby and many people who I chat with on forums. … The cute pictures bring smiles to people and also get non-chicken people interested in how chickens can be neat pets.”

Throughout the years, Sophie’s chicken clothes for her favorite pet Silkie chicken have included: a pirate costume, a police officer, a cheerleader, a bride, a Santa suit and a rain jacket. Pike has also had her chickens wear barrettes in topknots in shapes of bows or flowers along with a chicken diaper when they went to stores.

Everywhere Pike takes a dressed-up chicken, people can’t help but stop and ask questions. “Kids seemed very interested as well as parents. They never knew how diverse the looks of chickens could be or how sweet. Sophie traveled with me in my truck everywhere. She often rode in my lap, looking out the window glass or in a towel sitting in my seat console.”

Once, Sophie said, a lady at a drive-through got so scared of the chicken — “a little fluffy chicken with a hair barrett and a flowered diaper” — that another lady had to hand her the food.

“Eventually she started asking questions and became less afraid,” Sophie said.

Bring Joy

Holly Olejnik from Huntington Mills, Pennsylvania, first started dressing up her chicken, Cheep Cheep, four years ago for a Halloween contest on Facebook. “Everyone loved her and went nuts on how well she took to being photographed.”

That was only the beginning. Cheep Cheep’s chicken clothes are fairly small now with about 30 dresses.

Dress and photo by Holly Olejnik.

“We donate all that she has worn to family and friends that have little ones on the way,” Olejnik says of Cheep Cheep’s dresses. “All the chicken clothes that she wears are bought from thrift stores or yard sales. We shop in the children’s department or look for Halloween costumes that look fun. My grandmother Carolyn Gensel loves to go hunting for my next dress to post to Facebook. She carries a photo of me and shows off her grand-chicken to anyone wondering who the pretty dress is for.”

Cheep Cheep has quite the Facebook following from around the world. In fact, Olejnik says, “A lot of her friends, if they are in the area on vacation, ask if they can come meet her in person because she has brought so much joy and smiles into their life.”

If you’re interested, Cheep Cheep’s Facebook fan page is “Cheep Cheep Olejnik,” and her regular profile page is “CeeCee Olejnik.”

Functional Attire

Sometimes, chickens need functional accessories like aprons (for protection against a rooster’s nails) and diapers (for, well, you know). Julie Baker, owner of Pampered Poultry (pamperyourpoultry.com) decided that if a bird has to wear functional chicken clothes, then it might as well look pretty. She has made designer chicken clothes, including floral chicken diapers and has added ruffles to chicken aprons to make them look more like attractive summer dresses.

Designer chicken attire by Julie Baker. Photo by Julie Baker.

Plain Old-Fashioned Fun

And then there is Kevin, the chicken that just showed up in Leona Palumbo’s driveway one day.

“I never had chickens nor did I know much about them,” Leona said. “My husband found her in a tree next to our driveway and brought her in to me as a joke, and she fell instantly asleep on my lap and it was love at first sight from there. We put flyers up about her around the neighborhood, but never heard from anyone. It quickly became apparent that potty issues needed to be dealt with, so I did a quick search online on a lark for ‘chicken diapers,’ and lo and behold, several designs popped up. I picked out the one I thought would work and ordered it. It works great and she fit in at home inside with all of our other pets just fine.”

Then one day, she bought Kevin a Christmas sweater.

“To be perfectly honest, I don’t know why the heck I bought it and put it on her … I really don’t. I just did and it she was so calm and easy going about it that it just became a thing we did and took pictures of. … We try to do holidays and family events and just fun things. I keep her page completely free of hot-button topics and I am amused and pleased at the incredibly varied following she has acquired in a very short time.”

Most people think it is fun, says Palumbo, but she has gotten some negative comments from animal activist types who think it is mean.

“But they just don’t know how loved and spoiled Kevin is. We never do anything that makes her uncomfortable and I swear, she even knows what’s going on as she sits so calmly, and once the picture is taken, she goes off again on her little way. Some other people have remarked that they can’t believe I let a chicken on my counters and furniture. Well, ‘That’s why there is soap and water in the world,’ I usually remark. Kevin is my pet, no different than my cats, dogs or other animals, and she is just as loved and welcome anywhere in my home.”

Kevin, on her motorcycle. Photo by Leona Palumbo.

Safety Tips

Whether it be for a competition, holiday, or just for pleasure, many people enjoy putting clothing and accessories on their chickens in order to dress them up. If you are going to costume your chickens, advises Brigid McCrea, PhD, associate professor at Delaware State University and extension poultry specialist, for the health and safety of your birds keep the following clothing guidelines in mind:

• Watch the weight of the costume, as chickens will get flustered if an outfit weighs them down.

• Along with fabric weight, be careful to not use fabrics that will overheat the bird. Polar fleece is a lightweight material but if worn for a long period, it may make your chicken too warm.

• An interesting fact about chickens is that they are naturally attracted to the color red and will peck at it; be careful of where red is used in the bird’s costume.

• Make sure that the chicken can move her wings and that the outfits do not in any way restrict her wing movement.

• If you are putting something around the chicken’s neck (necklace, bandana), make sure that it is lightweight and does not hang down so low that the chicken could potentially trip over it.

• Try not to use hats or head coverings. Chickens are prey animals, meaning they are constantly on the lookout for predators who may be after them. A hat restricts vision and won’t be tolerated very long by any chicken. Consider this the first step toward learning how to protect chickens from hawks and other predators.

• Be careful of beads and hanging decorations that the chicken may be tempted to try to eat them. Likewise, inspect the construction of the outfit to make sure that it does not have loose, dangly threads or that it might fall apart while the chicken is wearing it.

• Allow for waste to happen (because you know that with chickens it eventually will); either leave the back area open in a costume or prepare the chicken to wear a diaper. Composting chicken manure is an excellent way to add nutrients to your garden.

• Lastly, make sure that the costumes are made from washable fabrics, and for bio-security reasons, wash them after each wearing in order to avoid possible contamination among chickens.

Have you ever dressed your flock in chicken clothes?

See our fun fan photo shares and share your own #BackyardPoultryHalloween inspired pics on Instagram.

Originally published in 2014 and regularly vetted for accuracy.

Chicken Clothes for Halloween and Christmas was originally posted by All About Chickens