#to find at least three cats asleep on me
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can i request a reader x poly!marauders where the reader finds a stray kitten and she hides in her robes so she can feed it in morning and just carries it around school.
it’s the boys vs a kitten for reader’s attention, especially sirius sometimes he’s talking smack to the kitten who’s a asleep and then reader catches him and scolds him for it
loolllll poor Siri. Thanks for your request!
Sirius' Arch Nemesis
poly!marauders x fem!reader
CW: brief mention of Sirius' crappy childhood but very brief and it's only for dramatic effect (it's from Sirius' POV, obviously)
Some may deem this dramatic, but Sirius was very sure that this was quite possibly one of the worst things to have ever happened to him.
“Now, that’s a little dramatic, Pads.” Peter chided, watching you coo at a little bundle hidden beneath your robes as you fed it pieces of chicken at dinner.
“She used to feed me chicken like that.” Sirius pouted, causing Remus to snort.
“She’s never once fed you like that, Pads.”
“Awe, poor Siri.” James cooed, sounding awfully sympathetic to his musings; at least Sirius had one ally here. “Would you like me to feed you chicken like that?”
Sirius gave James his best kicked puppy impression (which was very easy seeing as he was a giant puppy and had spent his entire life training for it) and nodded. “Yes please, Jamie.”
James cooed again and pressed a kiss to Sirius’ cheek before dutifully stabbing a piece of chicken and bringing it to Sirius’ mouth.
“Merlin you guys are embarrassing.” Remus muttered as he turned back to watch you dote over the runty little kitten that you’d found in Hogsmeade last weekend all on its lonesome.
“You should leave it here, dovey. His mama may be looking for him.” Remus tried, though he couldn’t deny that the kitten did look particularly pathetic. The tiny thing was shaking, crying, and looked sort of wet or dirty - Remus may not know much but he was quite certain no kitty mama would let their little one walk around in such a state.
Remus nearly whimpered when you turned your face up to the three boys standing over you with tears in your eyes, your face overflowing with empathy. “Can we wait here then? To see if the mama comes back for him?”
Remus ignored the petulant whining’s from Sirius as he sat himself down beside you in camaraderie with nothing more than a sigh. How could he say no to such a reasonable albeit emotional request?
“Jamie?” You murmured, and Remus wasn’t sure how much of the pout was honest and how much of it was to gain sympathy for your cause, but James was quickly at your side.
“Yes, angel?”
“Do you think you could ask Madame Rosmerta for some water? Maybe tuna if she has some?”
James looked like he really didn’t want to do that but also felt he was in no position to deny you.
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He conceded, pressing a kiss to your hair and causing Sirius to grumble.
“Why don’t you come with me, Pads? Once we bring it back we can head to Zonko's whist these two wait.” James offered, causing Sirius to brighten up considerably.
Needless to say, the mama cat never did show up and the kitten let out a number of pathetic little sneezes from its curled-up place in your lap.
“It’s getting dark, dove. Curfew is soon.” Remus reminded you gently.
“I can’t leave it here, Rem.” You moaned, still never raising your eyes from the kitten as it kneaded biscuits into your robes.
And Remus really hated to admit it, but he didn’t think you could leave it here either.
So, thanks to your bleeding heart and Remus’ lack of self-restraint when it came to anything you ever wanted, Sirius was effectively being replaced by a tiny little devil.
“I don’t know why you’re so wound up about this Black.” Marlene taunted from her place in her girlfriend’s lap as said girlfriend massaged her scalp on the couch of the Gryffindor common room. “It’s just a tiny kitten.”
“'Just a tiny kitten'.” Sirius sneered back at his best friend. “Right, so tell me, Miss. ‘My-Girlfriend-Is-Currently-Snuggling-And-Petting-Me-Right-At-This-Very-Moment’, what do you see my girlfriend doing right now?”
Marlene barely maneuvered her head from Dorcas’ lap to see you curled up near the fire with a book in your hand and that stupid kitten in your lap.
“She’s reading to her cat?” Dorcas responded bemusedly, clearly not seeing what the big deal is.
“Exactly!” Sirius huffed. “That should be me.”
“Oh, my gods.” Marlene grumbled as she stood from her place, grabbing Dorcas’ hand to pull her up too. “Can we go snuggle in the snake pit? I can’t handle Sirius’ level of dramatics tonight.”
“Some friend you are!” Sirius shouted at Marlene’s retreating form as the portrait hole closed behind them.
James and Remus were currently at a prefect’s meeting with James being head-boy and Remus as (the head-boy’s favourite) prefect.
Usually, you and Sirius would spend this time together just the two of you, which was hard to come by sometimes in such a relationship as yours. One-time you guys went and used the bath in the prefect’s bathroom knowing that all the prefects would be busy for the next hour and having gained the password from your boyfriends’. Another time, you two fashioned your own prank without the help of the other Marauder’s and even got away with it!
But right now, Sirius just wanted to cuddle.
But that was fine! If it was animals you wanted to cuddle with, Sirius was more than happy to oblige.
With a quick glance to ensure that the common room was empty, Sirius quickly shifted into Padfoot and made his way over to you.
Padfoot was feeling pretty confident in his plan, that is until he heard a nasty little sound emanating from your lap.
“Sirius!” You scolded, picking up the now very spiky and angry looking kitten from your lap. “You’re scaring him, Pads!” You cooed, tucking the kitten into the collar of your jumper.
The portrait hole opened at this and James and Remus entered the room hand-in-hand, laughing about something before turning to take in the scene.
“Uh oh...” James started, making his way over to the two three of you currently sitting near the fire. “Did Padfoot try to eat the kitten?”
Padfoot harumphed the best he could in his current doggy form. Is good dog, he thought, would not eat...only maim.
“The kitten is frightened.” You pouted, looking to James for sympathy. James looked like he was considering giving it to you, but Remus spoke up as he scratched placatingly behind Padfoot’s ears.
“Perhaps you should bring him upstairs, dovey. Give him some quiet time.”
You readily agreed, much to Padfoot’s chagrin, and left the common room. Now you’d be all the way up there and he’d definitely not get any cuddles.
“Okay, is anyone else sort of jealous of the cat?” James finally muttered plainly once he knew you were out of ear shot.
Yes, Padfoot thought as he quickly shifted back to Sirius. “Yes! It’s like she’s replacing us!”
Remus scoffed at that. “No one is being replaced, boys. Just relax.”
Sirius levelled his boyfriend with a glare. “Yeah? When’s the last time she read to you by the fire, Moons?”
Remus paused and seemed to think on that for a moment before his eyes darted back to Sirius. “I still think you’re being dramatic.”
“It’s been since the kitten, hasn’t it Remus?” Sirius argued, not willing to let it go.
“Sirius, she’s allowed to love things other than us.”
Both Sirius and James scoffed at that. “I think bloody not!” James retorted.
“I can concede if she likes other things, but she cannot love anything more than me! She needs to love me the most!” Sirius insisted, causing both of his boyfriends to look at him funny.
“Oh?” James asked with a bemused frown.
“Is that how it is, really? You think she loves you the most out of all of us?” Remus continued.
Sirius levelled them with a look he hoped portrayed a “yeah, duh”.
“Is that how this relationship works for you Sirius? Which of us do you love the most?” James demanded, crossing his arms in that way Sirius loves because it makes his muscles bulge.
“Me, obviously.” He answered simply.
“You’re your own favourite?” Remus deadpanned.
Sirius shrugged. “Yeah, I’m awesome.”
“You’re not supposed to have favourites!” James whined.
“You’re telling me you’ve never been like ‘oh merlin, right now Moony is my favourite’?” Sirius asked him.
James scoffed indignantly. “Right now, he very well might be!”
Instead of having the effect he hoped that comment would on Sirius, Sirius nodded in agreement. “See? Favourites.”
“You’re an idiot.” Remus grumbled as he stood and made his way upstairs.
“Do you really have favourites?” James asked quietly once Remus had left, his voice giving way to a vulnerability that made Sirius melt.
“Not a chance, bubs.” Sirius insisted, placing a kiss to James’ temple as he pulled the spectacled boy into his side. “I just like arguing with Moony; he makes it so easy to take the piss.”
James chuckled and allowed some tension to leave his body.
“No, but seriously, what are we going to do about that kitten?” James piped up and pulled away so he could look into Sirius’ face.
“I suppose my current plan of feeding it to the Hippogriffs is a no?” Sirius asked. He was answered by an unamused glare from James.
“Fine. Fine. Hopefully the novelty will wear off soon.” Sirius conceded. For as much shit as he gave you, he did sort of love how much you loved anything and everything that might be in need of some; himself included.
James and Sirius watched the flames dance in the fireplace for some time, just enjoying the quiet company that the two of them very rarely shared together.
“Why don't we go see what those two are up to, hm?” James asked eventually, helping Sirius up from his position on the floor and heading up the stairs towards the boy's dorm.
The room was quiet as they entered and when Sirius turned after closing the door to survey the room, he let out a horrified gasp.
“How in the buggering hell did he manage that!?” He whisper shouted, pointing to Remus laying on his bed with you pulled into his side, nuzzled into the crook of his arm.
As James moved to survey the two of you from another side, his face morphed into a pained grimace. “Pads, maybe it’s best we-”
But it was too late, Sirius had seen all he needed to see.
“You bloody traitor!” He nearly shrieked, albeit not loud enough to stir you nor the stupid fucking kitten currently curled up in a very content ball on Remus’ chest from your respective slumber’s.
If Remus had been pretending to sleep, his ruse was given away by a smug smirk gracing his face.
“Better luck next time, Sirius.” He goaded, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your arm as you burrowed further into the werewolf’s side.
Sirius had been beaten, crucio’d, starved, disowned and homeless in his eighteen years of life. But this right here was without a doubt the worst thing to have ever happened to him.
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HC: The LaDS Find You as a Neko
This is a request I ran into by @chryssikyu and as I love a good Neko I had fun!
Xavier considers himself to be fairly prepared for the world at large. He's not so simple as most people seem to think he is, but this he did not expect.
You are asleep, curled up on top of the covers instead of beneath them. That's not the unusual part, the two of you are avid nap takers. Many afternoons have been dedicated to curling up together and falling asleep in the sun.
This is different. This is different for several reasons. One, you're napping in nothing but a thin white nightdress that barely comes to the mid-thigh. Two, you have two large fluffy looking cat ears. Three, those ears are accompanied by a lush tail that drapes over your thigh as you slumber.
The fur has a soft pale white sheen. He has no idea how this could have happened, and he's seen so much in his life. Xavier approaches, steps light, as if he is approaching a threat instead of the light of his life. His hand reaches out, tentatively brushing the tip of your new ear. It twitches, not a trick.
He can't help himself, he sinks onto the edge of the bed, you huff but don't awaken. Before he knows it he has his hand around your tail, dragging downward to feel the soft warmth. You open your eyes, and those too have changed. Your pupils are different, cat like, though still your color.
"Do you understand me?" He asks carefully.
You hum, yawn again, and rest your head on his lap, "Xavier." Your voice is the same, still rough with sleep. Still you, just you a little different.
"What happened?" His hand comes to curl into your hair, it feels softer than it was before. It's nice.
"Dunno." You close your eyes, apparently content to go back to sleep. "Missed you."
He smiles, because that never gets old to hear. You lean into his hand, arms curling around his waist. Well, he could nap.
"Move over." He murmurs and you do as asked, knowing well enough he will join you. You'll figure this out in due time. For now he curls atop the bed, with you pressed along his side, tail twitching contentedly as he holds you to him.
It's not entirely uncommon for Zayne to find you in his office, especially since the two of you started openly stating you're a couple. Sometimes you drop in to see him, sometimes you're only there long enough to leave take-out on his desk before you're gone again.
Regardless seeing you is always a pleasant surprise. He says your name in greeting, but you keep looking out the window. You're in a hoodie, hood up. It might be Xaviers'. Zayne chews on the jealousy of that for a moment, before letting out a slow breath through his nose.
You must have been cold. He'll give you his jacket to wear home. You don't look up when he enters, eyes still pinned on something out of the window. He takes another step and sees Clopidogrel hovering on the windowsill. "We should set out some more nuts for him." Zayne says conversationally, walking toward his desk to get the bag he has there for this very purpose.
Once he's by his desk he gets a view of your face, somewhat shadowed by the hood. There is enough light to see your eyes, the unnatural shape of them. Zayne freezes, scanning you over for injuries. Bag forgotten he heads right for you, watching you track the resident squirrel.
His hand comes to your chin, pulling your face up to look at him. A doctor's gaze that floods concern through him, he pushes the hood back and is met with twitching fluffy black ears. His thumb pulls your lip up to see the sharpness of some of your teeth. He's heard of this condition only vaguely.
Harmless, short term. Like the common cold, the tightness in his shoulders relaxes. "Are you alright?"
Your eyes continue to track the squirrel, "Yes."
"You can't have him." Zayne informs you, amusement coloring his tone. He'll need to take the rest of the day off at least, make sure you're safe. Your impulsivity will be up, you're likely to do something foolish.
"Want him."
He reaches out and pets the top of your head, scratching at your scalp with his nails to distract you from the prey you are being denied. It works, your eyes slip closed, and you lean into his hand.
"We'll get you some food on the way home." He promises. "Come on, kitten."
It's the first time he's used the term of endearment but Zayne thinks it might stick.
Rafayel juggles the bags over one arm as he pushes his studio door open with his foot, calling out as soon as he's through, "If only my bodyguard came with me today. These bags are so heavy!" He gets the door closed, frowning when you don't call out in reply or approach.
Depositing the bags onto the kitchen counter Rafayel goes off in search of you. He doesn't expect what he finds. You're on the balcony outside of your shared bedroom, in nothing but one of his shirts. Which normally he would not mind, not one bit.
However. You have a pair of purple ears and a tail to match, a tail that is moving on its own, flicking from side to side. Oh no, oh no. You've got that weird cat sickness. He's read about it, he even had a nightmare once.
Rafayel rushes toward you, colliding with the balcony railing to look at you. And when you turn to him, ears pivoting, eyes strange he doesn't know what to do. "Are you ... are you alright?"
You nod, and then step into his arms. He flounders momentarily before he remembers this is you, cat or not, this is you. And he is safe. He is safe.
His arms wrap around you, as you tuck yourself against his chest. "Play with me, I'm bored."
Rafayel relaxes further hearing you sound normal, if a bit needy. He likes when you're needy, he likes the fact you need him. "What do you want to do? Not eat me I hope."
Your eyes spark with mirth, and then you sink your teeth into the side of his neck. He squeaks, but you let go and it didn't really hurt.
"I'm not on the menu." He scolds. "Find another fish to chew on."
#l&ds#love and deepspace#lads#xavier love and deepspace#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#zayne x reader#rafayel x reader#xavier x reader#neko#lads headcanons
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#im so tired of being sore#i want to go to bed at night and fall asleep without pain without having to find the spot thats least painful on my ribs or back#i want to cry im tired but my body wont let me relax#having to listen to my aunt berate me for being in pain for saying that it hurts to get up after sitting on the floor for half an hour#nearly having a breakdown in town cause i parked my car too far away and was carrying a heavy bag of cat litter that wrecked my lower back#being afraid that i might not get this new job because of my disability#just having to accept that tjis is my life now that i fucking got the big bad thing we had been looking for for years#feeling so stupid that i left it three years cause i didnt realise my rib pain could be a sign#feeling like its not that bad cause its only mild scoliosis and my mum has so much worse
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Gold Digger End
Summary: another for tuna CC end
A/N: as usual, you can vote for the next ending here. I combined this person, with a scenario that was requested... So.... 😁
Part One Part Two Part Three Choose Another ending
"Grim! What the actual fuck?"
You had stumbled upon Grim's notebook, which was titled, "How to Marry Y/N off to Idia".
"Y/N! That's my super secret diary! Put it back!"
"Like hell it's your diary!" You snapped.
"Listen, Y/N," he climbed up your body, and cupped your cheeks with his paws, face stern, "it's time to face the facts. We are poor."
"I know that, but-"
You were cut off by a loud crash as the railing fell off the stairs, which was quickly followed by the collapse of the stairs themselves.
The two of you stared at the fallen stairway. Silent. Pondering. You shifted Grim to your hip, and picked up his fallen notebook.
"Are you sure Idia is our best option?"
"Technically, Leona has more money, but he's on an allowance. If he steps out of line, we're toast."
"But he's willing to work with us?"
"Are you asking if he wants you?" Grim laughed. "Yeah. You'd be hard pressed to find someone who doesn't want you in this school. It's a little concerning."
You flipped past Idia's pages, finding some final notes on Leona.
"Let me talk to him."
"Are you sure?" Grim couldn't help but be frightened by your change of heart.
"Grim, look at our stairway, and ask if I'm sure again."
You both looked back at the stairs.
"I'll call him and set up an appointment," Grim muttered, leaping out of your arms, and pulling Leona's file, which was hidden under the couch.
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Leona was watching the both of you, smugly, from across his desk.
"I have to say, I'm a little surprised to see you here, herbivore. I thought you would still be living in denial."
You scowled over the rim of your glasses, that matched Grim's.
"Mr. Kingscholar-"
"Mr. kingscholar? What happened to kitty cat?"
You hid your flustered face by pushing your glasses back up your nose. But you didn't miss Grim's confused glance your way.
"Kitty cat?"
"Mr Kingscholar!" You cut him off. "We are willing to choose you as my lover and future husband, but we need to know that you will not blow it."
He leaned back in his chair, giving you a long, slow once over.
"Hmm."
He stood up, and walked to the window behind you, staring at the Savannaclaw courtyard.
"I can be a good little kitty cat. If it's for you."
You choked, and fiddled with your glasses again.
"How much do you need right now?"
He still wasn't looking at you, and it wasn't helping anything.
"Huh?"
"200,000 thaumarks to renovate the stairwell, and restabilize Ramshackle," Grim spoke up for you.
Leona pulled out his wallet, and filled out a check, handing it to Grim.
"Are there any contracts the two of us need to sign, little mouse? Maybe one that makes you promise not to fall in love with me?" Leona smirked, as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze.
"I-" your tongue felt like lead, and you swallowed, before starting over, "I don't think that's a concern."
Your voice was completely cracked, but at least you got the statement out.
"Hmm," he said again, devilish smirk not leaving his face. "But you do plan to at least pretend to be my perfect little partner, yes?"
"That's the idea," you choked out.
"Hmm."
He had to stop saying hmm. You couldn't handle it.
"Well, in exchange for that 200 k, you'll join me at a charity ball tomorrow evening, and then let me hold you until we both fall asleep."
"Tomorrow?!? I don't have anything to-"
"I had a feeling Grim would have end up picking me, even if he didn't choose me first. I got you something to wear."
He walked over to his closet and pulled out a stunning outfit.
"Oh," you shifted in your seat. It would definitely look good on you. How long had he been planning this? And why were you getting so excited and flustered thinking about him, thinking about your future with him?
"Oh," he mocked, handing you the hanger. "Try that on so Ruggie can fit it if he has to. Bathroom is over there. Fuzzball, go get him." Leona pointed you towards the bathroom, and Grim towards the door.
Grim, needless to say, was very confused. But he fetched Ruggie anyway.
Just as they were about to reenter, Ruggie turned to Grim.
"Any chance you can get me a sugar mommy or daddy? I'm not picky, I'm into all of the above, you just have to find them for me."
Grim grinned, "Ten percent of your future allowance, and you got yourself a deal."
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Hi! I read the lookism men walking in on you and the baby sleeping together. I was wonder if you could do one with James lee/ Dg and Goo Kim. If not then that’s okay!
sure! (I'll add Samuel since I've got a similar request)
pt.1. with Jake, Gun and Vin Jin
James, Goo and Samuel reacting to reader and their baby sleeping together on the bed headcanons
James Lee
he tries to be strict as to having personal space but a part of him is caring, too much, making him spoil you and your kid.
when he's home he just wants his family around, your child all the time on his arms, so you can have your free time
so of course he doesn't mind at all having the life you brought together sleeping on your bed
It was late, his idol schedule was hell, he rushed home to at least have some hours with you.
He walked stealthy to your bedroom, finding you sitting asleep with your kid in your arms, you looked so tired, he smiled to himself, he approached you and kissed your forehead "love, lie in bed and let me take care of the rest" he didn't need to say anything else, he took your toddler in his arms, and you adjusted comfortably in bed.
James walked around the apartment with the kid on his arms, looking at his face "we did a great job, you just look as handsome as your parents" he smiled proudly.
Goo
dad Goo is just as silly as his younger self, his unseriousness makes him the one who spoils his kids, something that the kids inherited from their dad.
this made a bad habit of having them goofing always around, leaving you (and him) with zero personal space, not that you both can complain, you both made that habit happen.
but this means you have the Kim Joon Goo and his two mini versions of him fooling around you all day.
Goo was feeling guilty, his reunion with Gun took way too long, that meaning you had to put the kids to sleep all by yourself.
He finally entered home, quietly and stealthy as a cat he made his way towards the bedroom "honey, I'm sorry, that stupid Gun kept me for a bit longer" he immediately shut up at the scene he had in front of him.
The three of you were sleeping in the same pose, your faces squished on the pillows and your left arms up, Goo snorted and took his phone out to make some pictures smiling at you three.
"wait, how do I fit in here?" he tried to find a spot for him in bed, "honey?" he shook your arm, "ho-honey?" you grunted and threw a pillow at him "shut up" he stood in awe, you shifted position, leaving a space for him "lemme sleep" Goo happily placed himself next to you, leaving kisses to all your face "let me sleep" you said again, this time giggling.
Samuel
even thought having a child wasn't something he had on his plans, starting a family with you gave him a happiness he never thought he would be able to experience.
you and Samuel were blessed with a daughter, Samuel's pride, a daddy's girl who is always stuck next to her father.
even though with parenting Samuel seems cold (he tries his best), he spoils his daughter his best way.
Aware of how late it was, Samuel sneaked to your bedroom in silence, careful to not wake you up, he slid inside the bed, grunting from the tiredness.
There he spotted your daughter's head popping out from the covers, the toddler, who was in your arms, woke up as soon as she heard her father grunt, when she found her father a big smile formed in her face making Samuel smile too, she was truly a sunshine. It didn't last long for her to crawl on her father's arms, making you grunt and roll to Samuel, him getting both of you in his hold.
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🙋♀️🙋♀️
can we pretty please get something with Daniel and Sunshine where Sunshine finds and rescues some type of fluffy animal. And we’ve seen recently that Daniel isn’t really animal person so he’s SUPER skeptical about it. And the of course they bond and Dan become a total pet parent.
thank you for requesting!
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“What is that?”
Daniel had tried to persuade you to join him and Max at the bar they were going to that night, a bunch of other drivers and friends joining them for a little catch up amongst the winter break between seasons.
You had appreciated the invitation but told both boys that you just wanted a simple night in. Daniel offered to stay in with you, but you waved him off and told him to go have fun with his friends. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and shooed them both out of the flat, telling them to give you a call if they needed you to pick them up before you shut the door.
Around half an hour later, you had the strongest craving for ice cream and found yourself slipping on one of Daniel’s hoodies and some trainers, making your way towards the grocery store nearby before it shut.
And that was when you found this little guy, alone in an alleyway on a cold, rainy winter night.
“It’s a cat, mate!” Max exclaimed, quickly moving away from Daniel’s side as he made his way over to the living room floor, where you were currently sat. “And it is adorable.”
“He is,” you cooed as you gently stroked the head of the small black kitten you held in your arms. You had already bathed him and fed him some canned tuna you had stored in the kitchen somewhere. And now, he was fast asleep in your arms, purring away.
“Babe,” Daniel sighed, slightly exasperated.
“Danny, he’s a kitten!” you argued, already hearing the doubt in your boyfriend’s voice. “He was abandoned! Did you really expect me to leave him?”
“No but,” he let out a small huff. “I don’t know, you could have taken him to a shelter!”
“But I’ve already named him,” you said with a pout.
“What’s the little guy’s name?” Max whispered excitedly, smiling down at the small kitten you placed in his arms.
“Max, stop encouraging this,” Daniel grumbled.
“Shut up,” he muttered back in response, far too focused on the small bundle of fur in his arms.
“Salem,” you stated proudly. “Like the cat from Sabrina the Teenage Witch.”
“This is ridiculous,” Daniel murmured, the three beers he had now just making him incredibly tired and done with the whole conversation.
Daniel had tried to persuade you to take the cat to a shelter or even a vet in the morning, but both you and Max instantly disagreed. He had tried over the next few days, but the answer always remained the same, but the Aussie didn’t seem eager to accept his fate.
He always kept his distance from the little cat, letting you buy him what he wanted and caring for him. He watched your shared apartment slowly accumulate a number of cat toys he didn’t even know existed—most that you had bought, the others brought by Max himself. He pretended that he didn’t care, that he didn’t want the cat because he didn’t.
At least, that was what he kept telling you.
You had gone out to grab a few necessities from the shops when you entered the flat a few hours later, dropping off the bags in the kitchen and heading through the rest of the flat to investigate the unusual silence. You could have sworn Daniel told you he was staying in today.
However, you fell short when you entered the living room, only to find Daniel fast asleep on the couch, the kitten he was so insistent on not keeping curled up next to him and he had a hand protectively on its back like he was scared it would slide down his chest.
You bit back your grin, taking a quick picture of the pair before you swiftly left the room, feeling all too victorious that the small kitten was starting to win Daniel over as you sent the picture to your accomplice.
mad max: I KNEW THE FUCKER LOVED SALEM
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raining cats and dogs ! [pt 4]
tokyo rev cats/dogs x gn! reader
summary ... it only started with [name] taking in two strays when they were driving home from work, it was pouring and the two poor strays were soaked! you couldn't leave them… so you took them in
warnings ... fluff, fluff, fluff, and more fluff
[part one] [part two] [part three] [part four]....
you scrunched up your face
slowly opening your eyes and blinking from the harsh lights that the open curtains let in
but what woke you up wasn't the sun but a paw, a very soft paw
you made a groaning noise and the paw was lifted off your face before it came back to smack you harshly--thankfully without claws-- that made you sit up and groan
you blinked a couple of times and turned your torso to your new friend
"oh hi," you said to the new cat and he meowed slowly and tilted his head toward you
you tried to put your hand on his head but he retreated from you, "oh sorry, thought you were letting me pat you" you gave him a small smile
"you must be hungry right?" you ask and again he just meowed
you smile again before stretching your arms over your head, getting off your bed, and making your way out of your room. you walk to the kitchen to find peachy and take' cuddling up together on your kitchen counter
"isn't that too cold to sleep on? maybe try the couch love birds" you chuckle
peachy meows at you and take' just hides his face from you
"well, gotta get cooking huh?" you say and then start to fill the cat bowls with food, though your new friend found you to be slow at making his food so he tried to steal small bites from the inside of his bowl but you just pull him away and set him back down onto the ground
this was common for you, take' tried to steal food from his bowl at the beginning of his stay at your apartment
so your new friend tried a different tactic meowing loudly
you flinch at the raise of his meows, "gimme a sec! I wanna make sure you all get the same amount!"
he meowed for a little while longer before he finally stopped and that made you look to where you thought he was, but no he was no longer next to your feet screeching his little lungs out at you anymore
"huh? where did he-" you felt a heavy weight of your new friend on your left shoulder and before you knew it he was leaning on your arm to swipe his bowl off the counter and onto the floor
in the process, the cat food got all over the floor and your feet, and now your socks are soaked in wet food
"ah! why would you do this to me!!?"
hinata and takemichi still cuddled up together, watching baji start chaos on his second day here
takemichi sweatdropped at the sight before him and hinata giggled
takemichi wondered if the rest of toman was worried about baji, he and hinata disappeared..
maybe if you're nice enough you would let him outside?...
you sat on the couch watching your new furry black friend sit on your coffee table--who was watching a movie on the tv facing away from you
you put a hand under your chin and rested the elbow on your knee
"what should I name you? ..new guy," you ask yourself
he just meows at you and you make a face "if your trying to tell me your name, I can't understand you"
you were so focused on finding a name for your friend that you didn't even notice him huff with amusement-- something a normal cat couldn't do
"meow" you take your hand from under your chin to look at take'
you softly smile at him and pet his head lovingly and he happily nudges closer into your palm
peachy was curled up in a blanket in the corner of the couch already fast asleep
" we are venom"
you look back at your tv with interest "ah!! that's your new name! venom!" you happily state
your friend- no venom turns his head to look at you and meow, he seems to accept his pet name
"alright- oh wait, I actually never told you guys my name," you say, and the two blink at you
you knew it didn't matter, it's not like they could call out your name but you at least wanted them to know it, maybe somehow they would feel comfortable around you and that's what you wanted
"my name is [name] or [nickname]" you chuckle while rubbing the back of your head sheepishly
"I hope we all can get along"
small whispers and quiet talking was heard around the entrance of the shrine
mikey was sitting at the top with a deep frown on his fluffy face. he wasn't happy, three of his friends are missing
baji, takemichi, and hinata
he doesn't know why or where that human took his friends, now he doesn't actually know if the thief actually took takemichi and hinata but he had a strong suspicion it was the same catnapper who took baji...
"order!! mikey has some words to say!" draken leaped next to mikey after his shout everyone quieted down and listened intensely to what their president was gonna say next
"three of our members are missing, none of us know where they have been taken" mikey pauses before continuing
"I have to ask for anyone who saw the person who took baji and ran, to step up, give us any information," he said calmly
one member stepped up "I saw the person's bike!"
mikey nodded for him to continue "the person had a sticker with some sort of pet shop logo on it! sir!"
mikey furrowed his brows "what did it look like?"
"what I could see was a snowflake with something in the middle of it! that's all I could have seen before the thief drove off! sir!" the member yelled out
mikey nodded his head "thank you, you may step back" the member bowed his head and walked back into the crowd of cats
"anyone else?" draken yelled, no one answered or stepped up, which made draken turn to mikey
mikey looked from draken to the gang of cats in front of him
"I want all of you to be on a look out for that pet shop with a snowflake logo anywhere or if you see the bike and or person, follow them and see where they're hiding out and come back to report to me," mikey said
and everyone shouted their agreement to mikey, he then dismissed the meeting
draken walked over to mikey and all he did was sigh
"I hope wherever they are, they're safe," mikey said
"don't worry mikey, baji might be with them at least to try and protect them from danger," draken said
and mikey looked away "hope you're right"
bonus for the upcoming part:
"come on venom! you need a bath! and take your medication! please!! im begging you!" you whine
all you got back was a heated hiss..
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Eddie has this habit of feeding the stray cats around the trailer. Sometimes, he’ll even give the occasional raccoon something to snack on. He’s done it ever since he moved in with Wayne, spending hours crouched down on the ground with a pile of tuna cans beside him and an ever-growing flock of cats around him.
‘Just don’t let ‘em come inside,’ was all Wayne would say about it, keeping his distance from the whole circus around Eddie’s legs.
And Eddie sticks to that rule. He tests Wayne’s limits by letting the animals come up onto the porch or feeding them scraps through the kitchen window, but he never lets them set foot inside the trailer, respecting the very last bit that’s left of Wayne’s personal space.
Until he doesn’t, of course.
Wayne comes home one day to find Eddie stretched out on his back on the wobbly old couch with the tiniest black-and-white kitten curled up on his chest.
‘Ed, you know the rule,’ Wayne reminds him without so much as a greeting, annoyance dripping from his voice. ‘Can’t afford shots and cat food. Not enough space. And I don’t wanna find cat hair everywhere.’
‘But look at him, Wayne!’ says Eddie, almost begging - and if the baby cat does nothing to melt his cold heart, his nephew’s wide eyes most certainly do.
‘He won’t survive out there by himself,’ Eddie whines. ‘I found him hidden under the trailer because the other cats kept attacking him! And I promise you he isn’t mean; he didn’t bite me even when I picked him up! I’ll pay for everything and keep him in my room, you won’t even notice he’s here!’
Wayne wants to argue, he really does, but honestly, what argument can be made against those eyes? It’s goddamn unfair is what it is.
‘You sure that’s what you wanna be usin’ your hard-earned drug money for?’ Wayne grumbles. He’s never felt like he had the authority to reprimand Eddie about his sources of income, nor does he have the energy to lecture him about it, but he’s definitely amused by the extremely non-badass way the boy decides to spend his shady money.
Eddie grins, looking like the textbook definition of innocence with that tiny kitten on his chest and the dimples in his cheek, his black clothes and tattoos not doing anything in the slightest to counter that - not in Wayne’s eyes, at least.
‘Yeah, what else would I be using it for?’ he says, completely serious, and Wayne can see so clearly how well Eddie knows he’s got his uncle wrapped around his finger. There’s still nothing he can do to stop it, but maybe that’s not so bad. He doesn’t really mind being wrapped around Eddie’s finger, anyway.
So Wayne only huffs, knowing there’s no stopping Eddie and resigning himself to the fact that he apparently has a new roommate now - no matter what Eddie promised, there’s no way he’ll keep that little monster confined to his own bedroom.
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And so it happens that Shadowfax becomes the third member of the Munson household. Or at least, that’s his official name, the one Eddie uses. Wayne prefers calling him “the little monster,” which is a way more accurate name if you ask him - which, needless to say, nobody does.
Eddie spoils the little monster rotten, with the consequence that Wayne has to share his food with him whenever Eddie’s out and that he’s always crying for attention when Eddie isn’t present to give it to him. That’s how Wayne ends up, not even three weeks in, with the little monster nestled in his lap as he’s watching tv. No, it has nothing to do with the fact that his purring has a relaxing rhythm, or with the softness of his fur, or the warmth of his tiny body... And certainly not with the disarming effect of a stubborn little stray cat seeking his company, feeling comfortable enough around him to let himself fall asleep in his lap. No, that doesn’t remind him in the slightest of that one evening about two months after he had taken Eddie in and Eddie fell asleep on the couch with his head against Wayne’s shoulder. Not at all. He’s just too lazy to put the little monster away when he dares to invade his personal space.
And when Eddie comes home that night to find not one, but two Munsons snoring in Wayne’s armchair, both jolting awake when Eddie softly closes the door behind him and looking at him with tired eyes, it’s not at all obvious that both of them were waiting equally eagerly for their Eddie to get home.
#insisting to dislike an animal whilst letting said animal fall asleep in your lap is peak dad behaviour tbh#oh the complicated relationship between a gruff old man and his pet#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#wayne munson my beloved#eddie munson#wayne munson#fruity ficlet
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Monster Eddie Jobs: haunted clown doll. Poltergeist. One of those paintings where the eyes follow you around. INCUBUS
haunted clown doll it is
hauntedClownDoll!Eddie x Reader
another blurb from The Nightmare Factory
Nightmare Factory Masterlist
Another step in Eddie's journey to find the Nightmare Factory job that will entice you to want to get to know him. A lot of you darlings came through with a handful of fun, creative requests, and I'm excited to keep them going through spooky season! I will also be using others that were mentioned in this particular ask, and always happy to receive more! I stayed at the Clown Motel once and lived to tell. There really is a cemetery right next to it, no lie. wc: 1.5k
18+ONLY, mature themes, nightmares, clowns, longing
The Clown Motel in Tonopah, Nevada gave you the creeps, but all you needed was a quick bed for the night, and $65 was about all you could afford. There was an old cemetery next to the property, and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve assumed it was all a staged setup to add to the spooky appeal of the motel. But, no—the headstones were all very real, dating back to the late 1800’s.
You saw him when you first came in—he was impossible to miss. The life-sized clown doll dressed in colorful stripes with a wide mouth and round, rubber nose. He sat in the middle of a square nook filled with clown dolls of all shapes and sizes. Some were ceramic, some were cloth. Some were wood, carved to look like a nutcracker. The big clown had one hand in his lap and one hanging down his side, and his eager eyes sought you in a way that made you avert your attention until you were done checking in.
Your room was on the second tier and you took some time to get cleaned up before calling over to the restaurant across the way to order some food. On you way back across the street, clutching the styrofoam container in your hand, you caught a glimpse of something bright in the cemetery.
It was dusk, and you wondered if maybe it was someone visiting one of the burial sites.
But, with a muffled scream you noticed—for a split second—that it was the same clown doll from the lobby standing like a statue by one of the headstones.
It was watching you, leering at you, and it lifted its arm in a stiff wave as the wind blew back the silk of his costume.
You blinked and choked, and when you focused on the spot in the distance again—the clown was no longer there.
Eddie materialized in the cemetery to get a better look at where you were, and then he tripped over his floppy shoes and almost impaled himself on a handmade, wooden cross.
He cursed under his breath, wondering why he chose Haunted Clown Doll over some type of apparition so that he could be near you without making you uncomfortable. First of all, he thought having a physical body would solve the communication problem, but of course—the clown’s face couldn’t move, and his voice came out as not much more than a mocking cackle.
Second, it was only a three day training, and most of it was just watching safety videos about how to walk in the shoes. They also taught him to sit for a while, and then stand in the corner, and then hover near the bed when the person having the nightmare least expected it.
They repeated a lot of the same shit at the training, and when he crossed his arms over his chest to sink back in his chair, he started to fall asleep.
He snorted awake with a start when the teacher—-a professional Nightmare Clown with a gaping maw of sharp teeth and a bright green wig—-barked his name.
“Sorry,” Eddie said groggily. “I’m listening.”
“Is that right?” The teacher clown also had cat’s eyes for pupils and a polka dot jumper with ruffles at the wrists and blood stains across the front. “Indulge the rest of the class and tell me what the last rule was I just went over.”
The “class” consisted of 3 unfortunate souls, including Eddie.
Eddie could not contain the yawn that stretched his mouth, so he spoke while it was happening. “Going under the covers,” he answered. “When the person puts their head under the covers, they are safe, and we can’t touch them or scare them.”
“Exactly, now, how do we keep them from going under the covers?”
Eddie must’ve blanked out on that one. “Um, we can’t?”
The teacher heaved a weary sigh, cocking their head. “Distractions, Munson. Doors that fly open, a face in the window, whispers in their ear.”
This was all beginning to sound way above his pay grade, and he wasn’t interested in being the best student or the best employee—he just wanted to see you again.
He should’ve dematerialized before you caught a glimpse of him from across the street, but some insane part of him hoped you might recognize him—even though you’d never seen his actual form, and he was dressed like a literal clown this time.
A car honked, jolting you from your reverie, and as you jogged the rest of the way into the parking lot, your eyes darted around, hoping to god that you would not see the clown again.
On your way to the stairs, you passed by the glass front to the lobby, and found yourself looking in to make eye contact with the clown doll again. Its eyeballs were painted on, but somehow—you felt like they were watching you, as if someone were looking through from the other side. Both of its hands were in its lap, now, and its shoulders were hunched; big, oversized red shoes planted on the floor; short, frizzy orange hair sticking out of a floppy sleeping cap.
You went up and watched some lame sitcoms while you ate your dinner, and you tried to forget about the inanimate clown doll that was gnawing at your brain.
Eddie noticed how you took the time to check in on him on the way to your room, and his heart leapt. And then, he thought he was the one dreaming when he watched you descend the stairs and return to the lobby a few hours later.
The night manager popped his head out to ask if you needed any help, but you confessed you were only there to look at the clowns.
One in particular.
You made your way over to stand at his side and covertly whispered in his ear. “Was that you out in the cemetery today?”
Eddie’s clown hand fell from his lap to sway at his side, making you jump back, eyes widening at the coincidence.
When you found the nerve, you leaned closer, inspecting the wide, painted smile on his porcelain face, the brown of his irises.
You were so close, Eddie could smell you. You radiated fresh lavender and coconut hand lotion and a tang of garlic from the dinner you just ate. He watched your lips move as you whispered to yourself, something about, “where have I seen this clown before?”
Eddie couldn’t speak though, he could only chuckle, and he didn’t think it was the right time.
The body of the doll was so lifelike; you had to feel it for yourself. With a shaky hand, you reached out to touch his shoulder—it wasn’t soft like stuffing, it was hard, like a store mannequin. You bent down to squeeze the thigh, finding that it was made of the same solid material.
Eddie could feel everything, the way you were caressing him. On his plane of existence, he parted his lips and let his eyes roam over your face. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to be able to kiss you.
You bought some souvenirs—-a shot glass and a mug for your mom—and then returned to your room for the night.
It took you a while to get to sleep, but when you finally dozed off to the point that your body jerked from an imaginary fall, clown Eddie was sitting in the chair in the corner. The maniacal smile stretched across his face was locked in place—his eyes unblinking as they stared across the room at you.
You rolled over with a groan, pulling the covers closer to your chin as you went.
Eddie materialized at the side of the bed, at your back, tilting his head, wishing he could crawl in and put his arms around you. He’d take his big, stupid shoes off first.
The next morning, you woke up refreshed, and busied yourself around the motel room getting ready for the last leg of your road trip, oblivious to the way Eddie had been standing at the foot of your bed all night.
After your suitcase was in the car, you went to drop the key off at the front desk, and noticed the life-sized clown was no longer therr. You went over to inspect the area: its chair between the shelves of smaller clowns was gone too. There was not a trace of it, as if it had vanished.
“Hey, so, where did you put the huge clown that was down here?” You asked politely as you passed the man your key.
He squinted at you, a bit confused. “Huge clown, you mean the nutcracker ones?”
“No, the really big one,” you turned to point to the area where it had been. “It was taller than me with enormous red shoes, a really creepy smile. It was sitting right over there when I checked in yesterday.”
The man bent forward over the desk to see where you were pointing, even though he had no idea what you were babbling about.
“We’ve never had a clown that size,” he assured you. “But I wish we did. It sounds like something from a nightmare.”
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A Boy And His Critters (Bob Floyd x Reader)
Summary: You and Bob think your oldest child might be an animal whisperer
Warnings: Mentions of birth, pregnancy, cuteness overload etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @withahappyrefrain @bobfloydsbabe
It was late in the afternoon in early spring, on a day when the hawthorn trees in your yard had just begun to bud and flower. Your birdfeeder already had more than enough visitors, your three cats, Freya, Thor and Pumpkin, having eyed them from the living room window. Already there had been fifteen calf births within the last two days with Bob, his father and his brothers and sisters having to wake at some ungodly hour to help with the births.
You were in the living room of your home in Montana, the soft Disney piano music playing from the speaker on your laptop. Bob lay on the spread out quilt on the living room floor, one pillow under his head and the other under his tummy while he gently rocked Baby Rudy in his little baby hammock. The sun streamed through the windows as you sat close to your husband and baby, the other three outside with their grandparents or aunts and uncles while you were busy carding the freshly shorn sheep's wool from the week before. You set aside your brushes and quickly took a snapshot of the sweet sight, hoping to add it to the photo album later.
You heard a loud meow and felt that familiar bushy tail brushing against you, looking down to find Thor rubbing against you. "You need a good brushing," you chuckled, teasing him with the carding combs.
"S'it the cat again?" Bob mumbled with a yawn.
"Yep," you answered, getting back to your work. "Rudy asleep?"
"Mmmhmm," Bob answered. "M'gonna go see if Dad needs help and come back for a nap."
Bob rose from his spot and kissed you before heading out to the barn to see if his father needed any help. "Hey sleepyhead!" the older Floyd greeted, tipping his black cowboy hat a little.
"Hey Dad," Bob answered sleepily. "Everything good?"
"Yeah everything's lookin good," Joe answered. "The hands have it all down so we don't have to worry until the spring auction. The baby go to sleep?"
"Just went down for a nap," Bob yawned. "I think I might too, my eyes are starting to itch."
Bob and his father conversed back and forth, totally unaware at first of the clanking of a metal bucket and the hurried footsteps of five year old Auggie.
"Bud?" Bob asked when he finally saw. "Whatcha doin?"
"Nothin Daddy," Auggie chirped.
"Doesn't look like nothin," Joe chuckled.
"I gotta go milk the cows, Papa!" Auggie announced.
Joe and Bob were humored to say the least, more so when they saw Smokey, the crotchety old rooster weaving his way in and out from between Auggie's legs. They followed behind him to make sure he didn't get into trouble, when he approached the female dairy cow that Joe and Irene had taken in, singing in his chirpy little voice, one of the farm songs he had learned in his kindergarten class at the so-called "hippie school" he attended with the other Dagger children.
"Holy shit," Joe chuckled. "Get a load of this Bobby."
Bob was thunderstruck when he saw the old bat following Auggie into the barn with Smokey still clucking away between his little cowboy boots. Normally it would take two or three of the hands to lead her in, but here was Auggie, five years old and barely up to his father's hips, leading her into the stall with no issues.
"Un......believable," Bob laughed.
"How the fuck does this kid do it?" Joe wondered out loud, a broad smile on his face at the sight of his grandson.
Bob quickly pulled out his phone and began recording, hoping to be able to show the others when they had a chance to come by. Auggie chirped away as he milked the cow until a startled moo came from her.
"Sorry Peach, but that's what Daddy does to Mommy and it works."
Bob stifled a squawk in his throat but not before Auggie began yelling at him in his best Shrek voice.
"AYE! GET OUT ME FUCKIN SWAMP!!!!!"
"August Robert!" Bob laughed.
Auggie hurried over but Bob was in too good a mood to discipline his son. "Sorry for using a dirty word, Daddy," he apologized.
Bob picked his son up and kissed his cheek, Auggie's glasses falling slightly off the bridge of his nose. "I'm glad you said sorry, but Daddy should remember the rule the he and Mommy put into place."
When Bob was able to go back inside, he showed you the video including the one of Auggie's Shrek impression.
"You'd think he was an animal whisperer by the way Smokey follows him around," you laughed.
"Sometimes I like to think so sweetheart," Bob yawned as he lay on the couch.
You set aside your carding combs and the wool, covering Bob with the spring quilt and snuggling in beside him, the two of you proud as ever of Auggie.
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Sidney Crosby - cozy (SMUT)
Sid sneaking out of bed before dawn didn’t wake you. Neither did him getting ready or making his breakfast. In fact you were still asleep when he came back from training.
You looked cute, he could admit that. At some point you had rolled over onto his side and buried your face in his pillow, blankets piled high in your little nest.
He felt a little bad waking you from your slumber, but you couldn't spend all day sleeping. Sid spent a good while staring at the kitchen cupboard trying to figure out which one of your mugs he should pick before settling on a novelty one shaped like a pumpkin. The cat came running at the sound of the coffee machine, winding through his legs and yelling up at Sid. He opened another cupboard, one of the top ones you never reached for, and pulled out a suspiciously empty treat packet but for sneaking him a couple.
By the time the complicated concoction you like to call coffee was done, he had curled up in his bed on the living room windowsill, watching fat raindrops roll down the glass. Sid looked at him before picking up the mugs — your fancy one and his plain one— and makig his way back to the bedroom.
He put the mugs down on his nightstand, opened a window to let the fresh air and the sound of rain in, and then slid back under the blankets with you. Sid could feel you cuddle up to him immediately. He didn't even need to do much. Petting your head one, two, three times was enough to have your blink awake, body contorting into a big stretch before you realize he was there.
“Morning.” You mumbled before a yarn interrupted you. Cute.
“Close.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head where his hand had been. “It’s just after 10.”
“Oh.”
Not wanting to see you upset right after waking up he leaned over to grab your mug. “Coffee?”
That brought a smile to your face. “Yes, please.”You happily accepted the mug, bringing it up to your face straight away. “Thank you.”
Sid loved moments like these. The gloomy weather, a good cup of coffee, you.
“Do you just want to spend the day in bed?”
It wasn't often that he allowed himself the luxury of staying in bed all day but today just called for it. He had already spent the morning training so he wasn't completely lazy at least.
“That sounds perfect.”
The two of you spent the rest of the morning just cuddling and talking and enjoying each other's company. For lunch you ventured out to the kitchen to grab food, then brought it over to the couch and ate while catching up on your shows.
Outside the rain picked up but inside the mood had settled. After lunch the two of you headed back to the bedroom. You both wanted to get some reading done but he couldn't help but watch your ass as you bent down to pick up the romance you were reading.At least he managed to adjust himself and pick up his own book before you climbed back in next to him.
Sid was in the middle of reading about an English regicide when you began pawing at his stomach, dangerously close to his dick. He lowered his book just enough so that he could look at you. “Can I help you?”
“Do you want to… I mean… I feel empty. And I wanted to know if you would…”
Your hand dipped down to cup him through his sweatpants but Sid would have understood what you needed from him even without it.
“Need me to fill you up?”
“Please.”
He leaned away to put his book down, growing hard annoyingly fast. Your own book laid sprawled next to you, page down next to your sleep shorts.
You waited for him, melting into the bed the moment his full attention was on you. Sid wasn’t surprised to find you already wet when he touched you. The sighs and high little noises that left your mouth were so pretty until you decided to bite your lip to stop them from escaping. He didn't toy with you for long, thumbing at your folds for a moment then moving along to your clit. Sid didn't want to tease you when you had asked him to fill you, so he gave you one of his fingers as soon as he felt you were ready. A second followed soon after. By the time he had worked you up to the three he usually liked to prep you with, you didn't hold back your moans anymore.
“Ready?”
He tried his best not to feel smug when instead of answering him verbally you just nodded frantically and pulled him into a kiss. He indulged you for a moment but stopped when he felt like he was getting too worked up.
“On your side.” He ordered playfully, chuckling when you whined in response.
“Come on.” I’ll keep you full and you keep me warm.”
Figuring out a good position for you two didn't take long. Sid slid inside you slowly, making sure to be gentle as he filled you up. It would have been easier if you'd stop wriggling though. Once you found a comfortable position you picked your book back up and Sidney reached for his, trying not to move too much. This wasn't about getting off for the two of you. It was about comfort. About keeping an ache at bay.
You spent the next hour or so reading your own books, connected but dedicated to your separate literature. Sidney liked that he could do this for you, that you felt comfortable enough to ask for this. He also liked the feeling of your warmth surrounding him, the subconscious little squeezes around his length when something exciting was happening, the way you pushed on your lower stomach as if you could feel him even though he wasn't that big and you weren't that small.
He had asked you about it after your first few times, wanting to know what made you want it. It just feels nice, you had told him, warm and full and like I can just turn my brain off for a while.
Rain continued to pelt against the windows.
Sid knew you couldn’t wait much longer when you started to squirm and grind back against him. Cockwarming didn’t always lead to sex but sometimes it just wasn’t enough and you needed him to take care of you properly. But even though he could recognize your neediness he wouldn’t give you anything until you asked for it.
It took you twenty more minutes of sneakily trying to fuck yourself on his dick before you gave in.
“Sid. Please.” You whined, pressing your body back against his. “I need more. Need you.”
He didn’t give in immediately, instead putting his book down and taking a moment to just watch you desperately moving against him. He’d always give you what you asked for even when he liked to tease you.
It was easy for him to roll on top of you, forcing you to move with him until you laid on your stomach, pressed flat to the bed with him looking down on you.
You gasped at the movement but that quickly turned into another whine when you realized he wasn’t moving. You couldn't even move back because his hips were holding yours in place. He was filling you, but not in the way you needed.
Finally he started to move, slowly pulling out before fucking back in roughly. A single strong thrust that had you clutching the sheets, waiting for more.
He leaned down, his strong chest warm against your back through both of your shirts, and pressed a kiss against your shoulder blade.
“Please.” You begged again.
Sidney liked to tease but he wasn't cruel, if you wanted to be fucked he wouldn’t deny you that pleasure.
He started fucking you in earnest, building up a rhythm until the sounds of your bodies connecting started to rival those of the rainstorm outside.
Sid let you muffle your moans even though he preferred to hear them. The sight of you hugging a big pillow, clutching it to your chest and burying your sweet head in it to quiet yourself down, did things to him you would need to explore later.
Following the line of your body further down he could see himself fucking you. The way you enveloped him, your body moving whenever he thrusted into you. Sidney felt himself getting closer to an orgasm. Not wanting to come yet he slowed down his thrusts, choosing to focus on strength rather than speed. Your whole body moved on the bed every time he entered you, putting those glutes to good use.
He didn't realize how close you'd been until you tightened around him, screaming into your pillow as you came. Sid continued fucking you through your orgasm, shallow thrust and deep grinds to carry you through without overwhelming you; all while he was still chasing his own hight but not as frantic as he would have before.
He pulled out —slowly, carefully— after you stopped shaking, content to just jerk himself the rest of the way and come across your ass when you turned around beneath him.
You looked so beautiful, wrecked in the best way, with messy hair and the lines of the pillow pressed into your skin. Sid wanted to trace them but he held himself back.
“You don’t have to. You can… inside.” You smiled up at him wide eyed.
Sid groaned as he buried his cock in you and his head in the crook of your neck. It didn’t take him long to follow you over the edge. Fucking back in as deep as he could, he came, muffling his moans against your skin.
The two of you basked in the afterglow for a little while before Sid convinced himself to leave your warm bed and get a washcloth to clean you up. He had just returned to you when the first grumbling started in the distance.
By the time the rainstorm outside had turned into a full thunderstorm the two of you had gotten dressed again and were about to snuggle when you remembered something.
“Can you open the door so that Mav can get in if he gets scared?”
He loved his cat, he really did, but the allergy meds only went so far. The bedroom and his gym were the only off limit areas without cat hair everywhere.
“You know-”
You cut him off. “I know it’s not his first thunderstorm but what if he gets scared?”
It wasn’t a fight he would win.
Groaning, he got up, gathering his blanket and pillow before walking over to the door.
“What are you doing?”
“He can’t sleep in here with us.” It was a rule where Sid put his foot down. He quite liked being able to breathe, thank you very much. “But we can go out there with him.”
After he dumped his blanket on the couch, he returned, finding you in the same position he left you in.
“I can’t walk.” You gestured to your legs; they were no longer shaking but Sidney knew all too well what he could do to you.
Instead of responding verbally he just scooped you and your blanket up before making his way back to the living room. He dumped your comfy heap on the couch and got ready to settle in next to you when a tiny meow under his blanket caught his attention. Apparently Maverick had already gotten comfortable in his new hiding spot.
Sid let him have it, sliding in next to you under your blanket instead. The three of you could just spend the rest of your bed day on the couch.
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Roommate!Kyojuro who’s been your best friend since Pre-K. You know each other inside and out, down to your usual orders and all your favorite restaurants.
Roommate!Kyojuro who brings you food whenever he stops to grab takeout, always thinking of you and what you’d want. Haven’t eaten lunch yet? He’s driving up to your work so you can eat in his car. Falling asleep during college classes? He’ll show up with your favorite coffee order.
Roommate!Kyojuro who can read your mood with a single look and knows exactly what to say to get you cracking up. He’s emotionally intelligent and gives you massive side eye if you try to lie and say you’re feeling fine when you’re clearly not.
Roommate!Kyojuro who makes you do silly TikToks with him and has countless random pictures of you doing the most mundane shit in his camera roll. Most of the photos he takes are ruined somehow; there’s always a glare of light or you move at the last moment. Among those god-awful cryptid pics are albums upon albums of pictures of you two together. All photos from trips you’ve taken, those impulsive 3 am outings, and movie nights with you passed out on his shoulder.
Roommate!Kyojuro who sends you a meme when you’re both supposed to be asleep just to hear you laugh through the wall separating your rooms.
Roommate!Kyojuro who pokes his head into the kitchen the moment he hears pots and pans being moved around. “What’re you cooking?”
Roommate!Kyojuro who relies on you for meals that aren’t takeout since he’s a pretty crummy cook, and though you’ve made progress teaching him, his rice still comes out crunchy and he overcooks most other things. Whenever you’re away for a few days he sends you pics of the meals he attempts by himself seeking your approval. Pls tell him his grilled cheese looks amazing, he’s so proud of it.
Roommate!Kyojuro who will actually RKO you if you even try to do the dishes. “You go through the trouble of cooking for me every day. I don’t want you to even look at those dishes, you hear me?” And if he finds out you did them, you’re in for an earful.
Roommate!Kyojuro who would never force you to come to the gym with him but always insists that he come along when you go. His close proximity wards off creeps and he’s an amazing hype man so you never complain, but he genuinely just wants to make sure you’re safe while you’re there.
Roommate!Kyojuro who cuddles with you on the couch and gets sucked into your tv dramas. He has the funniest reactions to shady moments and fights. He never fails to fall asleep at integral moments and needs to be briefed again, but acts so betrayed when he catches you watching them without him.
Roommate!Kyojuro who gets into crochet and makes you cute little plushies and socks. He’s SO proud to present his first full blanket to you and melts into a puddle whenever he finds you snuggled up with it.
Roommate!Kyojuro who has a bit of a “stray problem” and is always feeding the stray cats that roam around your apartment complex. At least two or three of them have become 100% indoor cats and he considers them his children. Takes them to get all their shots, sends you clips of them doing silly stuff while you’re at work, and crochets toys for them. He tears up when the most aloof kitty starts batting one of the crochet mice around. Sends you a frantic text of “HE TOUCHED IT!!!”
Roommate!Kyojuro who mindlessly tosses your laundry in with his if he sees it building up.
Roommate!Kyojuro who sneaks your shampoo because he likes the way you smell and acts dumb when you complain about running out so fast.
Roommate!Kyojuro who respects you too much to steal your panties when they get mixed in with his laundry but desperately humps into his fist later that night to thoughts of you filling them. A hand clapped over his mouth to smother his loud whimpers so he doesn’t alert your sleeping form through the paper-thin wall between your rooms.
Roommate!Kyojuro who wants to tell you how everything you do inadvertently turns him on, but would rather die than risk fucking up your friendship.
Roommate!Kyojuro that always cums with your name on his lips without fail, golden-red eyes rolled back as he fantasizes about your hands replacing his own.
Roommate!Kyojuro who never forgot the time you were dared to kiss at a party in high school. The soft press of your plush lips against his trembling ones has been burnt into his mind, always surfacing when he’s rutting into a pillow, pretending it's you. He imagines kissing you so often it’s a wonder you don’t see the way his eyes stare at your lips when you drink from a straw or chew at a pen.
Roommate!Kyojuro who would do anything for you, but selfishly wishes you'd see him as more than a friend.
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Am I the asshole for not cooking dinner for my AuDHD brother?
A little background: we are twins, both 21 years old. Recently we were both back home over the holidays while our parents were away. My parents usually cook for my brother, make sure he eats a proper meal (cooked food with veggies, carbs and meat) at least once, usually twice a day because he often forgets. He is underweight and keeps very different hours to me because of his ADHD and Insomnia. He often gets up and has a ready meal at 2am while everyone else in the house is asleep.
Anyway, when my parents left they told me to please try and cook for him at least once a day. They also charged me with looking after the cat. So, on the first night I made us both toad in the hole (it's a British thing. Sausages, mash and Yorkshire puddings) with the help of the food my parents had bought for me for while they were away. I had to call him several times to get him to come downstairs and eat, and he didn't help with the food in any way. On the second night, I was exhausted and had already eaten a large lunch, so I only made myself a small dinner and didn't bother to call my brother down to eat, because I figured he could do it himself. He didn't eat anything that day until midnight, I came down the next morning to find a ready meal package in the sink (fairly typical for him. I was also doing all the washing up). I felt guilty about this so I cooked us pancakes for breakfast. That night my parents got back late but my mum still cooked him some pasta because he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. This made me feel bad I didn't make dinner for him that night either, because I was snacking all day and wasn't hungry. I did tell him there was some chilli I had defrosted but he didn't get any.
I also have autism and depression so I struggle to do a lot of house work, and cooking for two people and caring for the cat, while trying to do my uni work was extremely taxing, and my mental health seriously declined over these three days. I also feel like I am not his maid and I shouldn't have to cook for him and clean up after him, even though I know it is because of his ADHD and other mental health issues that he can't do it without help. My parents have also expressed frustration about him never cooking for himself when he is home, but they just put up with it.
I feel bad, because he is trying to put on weight but has only been eating about one meal a day, along with whatever snacks my mum buys for him (mainly muffins and crisps). Am I being Ableist because his needs are different than mine? Am i the asshole?
What are these acronyms?
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(Pup) Kid stuck in tree
dog!ghost + child!reader
662 words
tw; none
summary; humans little blunt claws can get them anywhere (maybe we should buy locks or chop down trees)
God fucking damn it.
What is with his weird human thing and getting into places they shouldn't be.
First off, They fucking somehow ended up in the garage and on top of one of the highest shelves almost all of Nik's things strewn about on the floor all because Price had revoked some of there toys.
Another thing apparently humans even when there as young as Pup are very clever and are quick to find out where they hid the sweets he remember Gaz's tired expression in the early morning as he dragged them back to there room by the scruff Pup later on getting a scolding.
And now Ghost felt like he should give up now,
Staring up into the tree that the fucking pup had gotten themselves into, How? He didn't fuckin' know but they were stuck whimpering like a newborn as he sighed trotting over.
"How the hell did you climb this.." Ghost groaned as he looked around the tree looking for some possible way they used there blunt little claws and flat feet to get up there.
"I- I don't knoww-" You whined sniffling as you clung onto the thick branch refusing to look down trembling.
Ghost sighed heavily as he got a good look at where they were as he propped himself up on his hind legs front ones supporting himself against the tree taking a moment to consider his options,
He could one go and get anyone fucking else to deal with this,
Two leave them there (Heh),
And three have pity on the idiotic Pup and help them down..somehow.
Two sounds pretty good.
So why was he climbing the tree claws digging into the tough bark using the stronger branches to help his ascend pulling himself onto the branch they had clung too rolling his eyes ever so slightly flinching as they let go of the branch and clung onto me.
"T-Thank you!-"
"Don't thank me we haven't even gotten down.."
"Oh"
Yeah to say the least he didn't plan this out well he had no idea how he'd guide them down maybe carry them? No they were almost as heavy as e was the added weight would make any grip he had.
To say the least he was thoroughly embarrassed as Gaz let up the self rising ladder, In other news Soap was also in the tree with them now daft bastard had gotten spooked his excuse for coming up and getting stuck as well (also for adding pressure to the branch Ghost doubt could hold much) was that we looked like two giant cats and not wanting a repeat of what happened back a few months ago he had to check first.
I think I may retire I'm getting to old for this shit Pup was at least more grateful than Soap both of them were basically children.
Thought it was nice to see a little drawing of him with a cape at his door the next morning, He tucked it away in his drawer and he stretched getting on with his 'absurd' early morning routine no one should be awake really other than Price but all he found was Pup in the main room asleep having clearly tried to stay awake long enough to see him if the several drawings on him were a clue.
Picking Pup up was relatively easy trying not to wake them as he carried them by the scruff back to there bed pulling the covers over them and the extra ones too the lack of fur always made them worry about the upcoming winter months they'd been having special clothes made for them of course but that was a surprise.
What also was a surprise was Pups arms wrapping around him gently mumbling about staying, Which he thought about and said no.
Laying down as they lightly hugged him it didn't take much for them to fall asleep entirely.
Maybe he could sleep in for another hour.
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Batfam Napping HC
requested?: No
HC: How does the Batfamily nap?
I had a very good nap today and it sorta inspired me so here we go!
Bruce takes "im just gonna rest my eyes for a second" naps. He sometimes dozes off in the office chair in front of the Batcomputer with his head tilted back. He totally snores. He will also sometimes fall asleep in WE meetings (this one is canon).
Dick can sleep anywhere and everywhere. Couch, bed, car, sitting in a chair, standing or hanging upside down. When he was younger he used to sometimes nap during the galas Bruce took him to. He would just stretch out over two, as he grew three chairs he moved together and sleep until they would go home.
Jason naps curled up because it reliefs his backpain. It is not as bad as it used to be when he first got free from the Joker, it got better when he started healing, but being Red Hood is exhausting and some days are just bad days. The napping mostly happens on accident, he just wants some pain relief for a few moments and suddenly he is out like a light.
Tim is chronically tired, we all know that. Sometimes he falls asleep at his desk either in the cave or at WE. Dick normally wakes him up or carries him to bed. Sometimes, when Dick spots Tim getting tired he gives him some headpats, some nice words and finally gets him to lay down with him. Dick and Tim like to cuddle, both of them are touch-starved as hell and they fight it off together. They can occassionally be spotted in either Dick's or Tim's room, Tim laying down on his older brother with his head tucked under Dick's chin. Their naps sometimes extend over multiple hours.
Damian sometimes naps in the barn with Batcow. He leans against her warm body and sometimes Alfred the Cat sleeps on his lap or Titus and Ace lay down with him. Damian gets very calm in the presence of animals and because the barn is a little away from the Manor, noone really ever caught him sleeping there. Only Alfred caught him once, he took a picture of it and keeps the moment treasured.
Babs has a couch in the Belfry right under the clock face where the sun shines through the stained glass lightly. She isn't bothered by light so she likes to nap while the sun warms her body. She thinks that warm sunlight is the ultimate weapon against deep aching cold in her bones. It is her treasured place.
Steph is a sucker for car naps. She sleeps best when she sits in the passenger seat of a car with someone trusted driving. When she still was Robin she used to fall asleep in the Batmobile after patrol sometimes. Batman never admitted it but it made him quiet emotional that Steph trusted him enough to sleep near him.
Cass, in general, only sleeps in her room with the door locked and the curtains closed. She naps the same way she sleeps, she needs the safety of her room. She sleeps on her back with her hands over the blanket or without a blanket at all. It's a habit from her assassin training that she can't quiet get rid off. She also puts a timer on 20 minutes because that is appareantly the optimal length for a nap. She sleeps through the alarm at least half of the time.
Duke is basically the only one that is not afraid to sleep in front of the rest off the family. One of the perks of joining the family late, is that they figured themselves out more or less so nothing bad happened between them (yet). Duke sometimes naps when he overused his powers and needs a quick energy refill. He mostly naps sitting up on a couch with his arms crossed on the backrest and his head resting on his arms. The rest of the family is always surprised if they find him sleeping just in front of everyone.
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wally darling x reader modern au series
PART 1
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🌀 Salutations Neighbor pt. 1 🌀
A loud soft thump can make a cat go alert once they’re awake. Except for you, too busy asleep without a care in the world, assuming you were the only person in your apartment.
The blue pompadour puppet sat up and dusted himself, as he looked around your living room. “Such dull colors. Less brighter than my world.”, he stood up and tried to regain balance. Ever since he practiced how to use the spiral from his TV, he managed to create his own website to connect with million other people.
He’s seen many faces, but most of them click off once they leave the guest book. Quiet sad for the puppet, he wanted to make new friends, ever since the show was forgotten it isn’t the same without people watching him and his friends.
Once he was able to regain balance and walk properly, he explored your kitchen. Unfortunately Wally wasn’t able to get up from the countertop to look through your cabinets so he decided to go to the mini dining room table to get up from the chair .
There he saw a bowl of fruit. Not just fruits, apples of course. Let’s just say his eyes dilated like a cat as he stared at the fruit bowl for the past 5 minutes.
“Oh right! I’m supposed to find neighbor.”, Wally said to himself in a monotone normal voice as he shakes his head and went to the hallway to see a door cracked open. He walked inside to see your sleeping figure, you looked like a worm when you wrapped yourself in a blanket. All comfortable and in a deep sleep, although Wally had other plans of course.
He got up to your bed and poked your nose as he stared at you like a cat, “neiiighbor…neighhhbor. Wake up”, you turned away from the poking thinking it was the air.
What caused you to wake up was when he decided to sit down on your chest area and legs straddled on your sides as he did his dilated eye stare, he smiled at you, happy that you’re awake.
However your reaction said otherwise as you lets out a scream and sat up out of fear, which caused the poor puppet to flung out across the bed, having a rough landing on the floor. Luckily he can’t feel that at all, as he laid there limp and confused, but more worried. “Neighbor? Are you alright?”, he stood up and went to the left side of your bed.
“STAY AWAY!”, you shouted and backed up, confused and more over scared that a puppet…a puppet is talking to you. Wally felt hurt and tried to calm the situation down, “neighbor, that’s not very nice”, he tilted his head in confusion, as he did his iconic half lidded expression as he frowned.
You rubbed your face and blinked at least three times, “…please tell me I’m not dreaming….”, you muttered as you put your face against your pillow. First a busy day at work, sleeping peacefully, now another chaotic situation.
“Well neighbor, clearly you aren’t”, he poked your hand, his hand felt fuzzy and plush like. He can’t harm you? Right? You should feel scared or at least burn him with gasoline and matches, but all you felt was questions running from your head.
“Why are you here? How did you get here? Are you going to harm me? Are you the only living puppet here?”, you overwhelmed Wally with so many questions as his eyes widened, “calm down neighbor, I know you must feel overwhelmed. How about we start with introducing each-other?”, Wally smiled and his half lidded eyes went back as he tilted his head.
“I am genuinely excited to meet you, I’ve always had a interest in you humans”, he sat next to you and stared at you. Silence was in the air and you started to think to yourself, “should I trust this puppet?”.
So sorry for the short chapter ! Part two will come out soon. As a thank you for reaching till the end take another concept art of you and Wally !
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