#being held by the scruff of the neck like a kitten

[inkcalamities]

“He asked for extra pickles.”

[thebibliosphere]

Sometimes people tag me in ask games, not as a participant but as an answer to "whose your favorite author?" and I get to see my name listed next to people like Neil Gaiman, Jane Austen, Terry, Pratchett, Tamora Pierce, Douglas Addams, Diana Wynne Jones, and I just have to lie down and breathe for a minute because I am so mean to myself when I'm writing.

I get so angry and frustrated that my ADHD means I've been writing the same chapter for a month. My physical health means I got nothing done for an entire year except survive, and I always feel behind and struggle to even care about what I'm doing some days.

It punches the wind right out of my self-loathing in a way countless hours of therapy a week can only aspire to. Seeing someone state with exclamation marks and firm resolve: That One. I want that one. This one is my favorite.

Like, what the fuck do you mean I'm someone's favorite author? I mean, thank you, but are you sure??

[bambisspeckles]

Stowaway ✿ Poly Pirate!141 x Reader

*pics for aesthetics only!

Summary: You accidentally sneak onto pirate crew 141's ship CW: Inaccurate depiction of pirates, poly!141, fem!reader, ghost and price are kinda assholes (for right now), soap is well soap, gaz is an angel sent from heaven, reader is held captive (ish), stockholm syndrome core but like in the way beauty and the beast is, no romance yet (sorry, but don't worry it won't really be a slowburn), self-edited! WC: 1.8k

It was a mistake, honestly you should have just stayed put. You have no idea why you thought it'd be a good idea to sneak onto any ship, at all, ever.

You suppose this cruel fate is karma for your actions.

It started in the early hours of the morning, when many passenger ships were docked. You had decided to pack a small bag with your most important belongings and sneak into one of the ships cargo holds. In theory it was a good idea, you figured most of the crew we be pretty occupied tending to passengers needs, therefore your chances of getting caught and thrown into the ocean were slim. It's a shame you the ship you decided to board wasn't a passenger ship.

You should have known, it didn't look remotely like a passenger ship. There weren't any nice amenities, only one small dining room, not nearly enough beds for the amount of people that come to and from your island, and there were too many suspicious looking locked chests. There was a voice inside your head screaming for you to get off the ship but the adrenaline being pumped through your body was too high, and the yearning to escape the hell your home brought to you overruled almost all your sense of logic and reasoning. When you found the cargo hold, you didn't even think twice before making your way inside, quickly scanning your surroundings to find the best place to hide. You decide to hide behind some unmarked crates, figuring they'd be bothered the least. You squeeze your body behind the boxes, maneuvering so all of you can be hidden well.

It feels like you're there for days, realistically you know that's not true, but you're so close to leaving this island and never looking back. No matter how tempted you are to bolt, you keep yourself firmly planted behind the crates. Finally, you hear voices, it doesn't seem like there's very many people and that makes your anxiety sky rocket, but it's much too late to sneak off and try to find another ship to become a stowaway in. Pushing your knees further into your chest, you take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm your nerves. For hours you hear voices and footsteps above you, but no one seems to have any suspicions. In fact it's been so calm the rocking of the ship has your eyes fluttering shut, you've been fighting sleep but nothing has transpired for so long maybe a few minutes of shut eye won't hurt. As your mind battles between alertness and staying asleep you hear something.

Footsteps. Coming down the steps, right into the cargo hold.

Your heart drops into your stomach and your breath hitches. You squeeze your body into itself in an attempt to make it smaller, one of your hands coming to clasp your mouth shut. The footsteps get louder and louder until you see a large figure standing in the archway. You go rigid as you get a better look at him. He's no average sailor, he's a fucking pirate.

"Great." You think wryly. "If he finds me then I really am dead."

He's moving around some boxes, you're not quite sure why, and for a moment you think he has no clue you're there.

Unfortunately for you, that's where you're wrong.

In the blink of an eye he grabs you from behind your crate wall, holding you by the scruff of your neck like a naughty kitten. The look in his eye is dark, and the rest of his face is covered by a mask, a skull print adorning the fabric. He says nothing, only staring at you for a moment before throwing you over his shoulder and walking back up the steps, presumably to bring you to the rest of the crew.

Oh. you're totally fucked now.

The mans footsteps attract the attention of his crew as he walks across the deck, when he stops walking, he practically throws you onto the ground, forcing you to kneel before three other men.

"Wha' a bonnie thing she is… S' what tha' noise was? Was startin' worry I was finally losin' it." A man, Scottish you think, says as he stares at you. His thumb dragging down the side of your face as a devilish smirk graces his lips.

You flinch under his touch and the Scotsman quickly removes his hand but his touch is soon replaced by another, a man much more imposing than he. Rough hands gripping your face, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Was wonderin' why it sounded like there was a rat down in the cargo," A dark glint flashes through his eyes, but it's gone as quickly as it appeared. "Now tell me, stowaway, wha' the hell are ya doin' on my ship."

Tears well in your eyes as you struggle against his grip, and you can feel his impatience growing as he waits for you to respond. After another moment, the final man turns to speak to you.

"Captain asked ya a question love, best answer him before he gets angry." His voice is surprisingly gentle, and when you meet his gaze, soft brown eyes stare back at you, eyes filled with pity.

The look in his eye breaks you, and fat tears begin rolling down the apples of your cheeks.

"I'm… I'm sorry!" You choke out your words between sobs, your body taut under the piercing gaze of the Captain.

A beat of silence passes before the Captain of the ship releases you from his grip, your body crumbling into itself.

"I didn't know! I didn't- I don't… I just wanted to leave! I promise I didn't take anything a-and you can drop me off at your next stop, just please don't hurt me…" Your words come out watery, your voice hoarse and snot coming out of your nose, ugly sobbing as these men surround you.

The man with the soft brown eyes crouches down next you, his gentle hand wiping tears off your cheeks.

"You poor thing, you're all outta' sorts. M' sure you didn't mean any harm…" He looks towards his Captain but his head is still angled in your direction. "Go easy on her sir, poor thing is trembling."

The Captain scoffs, his arms folding over his chest as he studies you, his gaze scrutinizing, piercing through you.

"She shoulda' thought of that before sneaking onto my ship." He gives you another once over before ordering you to stand on your feet. You figure it's best to do what he says so you rise from the ground, knees almost buckling under you.

The group of men stare at you for a while, seemingly unsure of what to do with you. After a few moments, a deep voice from behind finally speaks, you turn to look at him, his skull mask making your spine tingle with terror.

"We should just throw er' off the ship, no bloody reason to keep the thing around." You wince at the way he refers to you, objectifying, dehumanizing.

"Now, now, Ghost, nae reason tae make such a hasty decision. The kitten's completely harmless! I say we keep er', it'll be so nice to have a bonnie thing on board." The man, Ghost, scoffs.

"We don' need liabilities layin' around Johnny. Sides' got no use for er'. M' sure Price is inclined to agree with me." Ghost turns his head towards Price, presumably waiting for some type of agreeance on what he said.

Before the Captain can even get a word out, he's interjected.

"M' inclined to agree with Soap- for different reasons," He pauses shooting Soap a look, but he merely shrugs back. "But I agree all the same. I mean look at er' poor thing is terrified, I doubt she came to pillage our goods Captain."

Price sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he mulls over his, limited, options. Everyone, including you, waits for him with bated breath. Selfishly, you hope he'll keep you around a bit longer, at least then you'll get a chance to make an escape plan.

Finally, the Captain speaks.

"She can stay, for now. We can keep er' in the cellar until I figure out wha' the hell to do with her." His words carry a tone of finality, a fact that has Ghost scoffing.

"You're jus' pickin' sides cause' Gaz wants to keep er' around." He motions towards the man next to you, bitter venom coming out alongside his words.

Gaz rolls his eyes, blowing out with an irritated sigh.

"Price isn't picking sides, he's doing what's right. Just cause' you don't agree with it doesn't mean that-" Price puts his hand on Gaz's shoulder, interrupting his sentence. A silent way of telling him "settle down."

Gaz relaxes under the Captains touch.

"Gaz, Soap, take er' down to the cellar, we'll keep er' there for now. Ghost, come with me to my quarters." Ghost mumbles something in response, but his words are muffled by his mask, something you're sure he's grateful for at this moment.

You, Soap, and Gaz watch him for a moment as he follows Price like a kicked puppy. When they're finally out of view, Soap and Gaz turn their attention back to you.

"C'mon kitten, yer gonna ave' tae be a bit uncomfortable tonight, the Captain didnae plan for any stowaways.." He chuckles at you playfully, something you'd find much more comforting under different circumstances.

You suddenly feel a hand on your back, the skin a bit rough even through the fabric of your clothes. You whip your head to look behind to see Gaz, his soft brown eyes still filled with that same look of pity. He and Soap begin gently guiding you towards the ships cellar.

"It's alright love, The Captain can be a bit cruel but he won't hurt you. Even pirates have their limits… Besides, I assure you we're not nearly as bad as some of the other pirates out there. We'll get you sorted out in the morning."

You have no reason to trust these men, all you've known is that pirates cause pain and destruction everywhere they go, but the only thing you can do right now is trust them. So, you nod timidly, letting them guide without resistance.

Hopefully you can escape at the next docking place.

[vexcraft]

also on ao3 here!

special delivery

Pearl was fairly certain this was not in her job description. 

She supposed she had agreed to do special deliveries and while she would not necessarily count this as one because there was a permit for these kinds of jobs – though she figured that since there was no transaction involved she wasn’t breaking the law and then technically this was not necessarily a job for the man with the mob permit – this was still something she would have called Scar for. If he was available that was. Which brings her to the next problem.

Scar was currently very small, very grey, and a little feathery. And also in her mailbag.

Pearl did know a little about the vex thing. Not a whole lot, it didn’t really come up all that often, but at least she knew enough to realize that the little creature she had spotted inside one of the chests of the explosive firework shop was Scar. She had noticed the chest wasn’t properly closed when she had been restocking her flower truck and she would hate it if rainwater ruined the fireworks that from what she’d heard could cost Cub more to make than he was selling them for, so she had decided to help the man out and close the chest. Only to find a very small Scar in it.

She had no idea what to do with a vex though. Especially with a vex that seemed very much to be sleeping and showing zero signs of planning on waking up any time soon. So she had carefully picked Scar up where he had been curled up in the middle of the fireworks and gently placed him in her bag, glad that she had already delivered all the mail that had been there earlier.

She was also, for once, glad that her donkey was as slow as it was. It made the journey to the one person she figured could probably help her with this issue a little more steady. Steady was what she needed right now – she didn’t trust herself to fly or even run with a literal person in her bag.

The journey took a while, and every now and then she looked into her bag to make sure everything was alright. Each time Scar seemed just as asleep as the last time and she briefly wondered if he was maybe unconscious and not just sleeping – but he seemed to be tossing and turning a little so she wasn’t too worried. Surely Cub would know what was up.

Pearl couldn’t say she was surprised she saw sculk when Cub’s area came into view. The extent of it was mildly terrifying though, especially as he resided quite close to her, but she paid it no mind. She had more important things to worry about, like finding Cub (and maybe hoping that he was not covered in sculk). 

“Cub?” she called as she got off the donkey. She didn’t have a lead and there weren’t any fence posts nearby anyway – she would just have to hope the donkey wouldn’t wander off the pathway into the sculk. “You around here?”

She heard the sound of a firework going off and quickly a rather normal-looking (aside from all the dye stains) Cub landed before her. 

“Hey hey,” Cub greeted her. “What’s up? Good to see you, Pearl.”

“I have a special delivery for you,” Pearl explained, putting on her slightly more professional mail lady voice. 

“Hmm?” Cub hummed, obviously curious. “Intriguing. I don’t remember buying anything or signing up for anything.” 

“Yeah, about that…” Pearl opened her bag and held it out enough for Cub to be able to look inside. He took a few steps forward to peek into the bag and then let out a little amused sound.

“I see, I see,” Cub nodded, reaching into the bag. Pearl winced a little as Cub picked up the sleeping vex by the scruff of his neck like one might hold a small kitten – she was certain Cub knew how to handle a vex miles better than she did but after spending the better part of the last hour being as careful as she could it did catch her off guard a little. Scar didn't seem to mind, still deep asleep. “Where did you find him?”

“He was sleeping amongst the fireworks in a chest at your shop,” Pearl said as she watched Cub cradle the vex in his arms – or rather his arm, he didn’t really need both of his arms to hold something so small. “I figured that might not have been the best place for him.”

“Makes sense, makes sense,” Cub nodded and Pearl had no idea what exactly about this was making sense to Cub, but she was glad something was. “Thank you for bringing him here, I’ll take care of him.”

Cub looked like he was about to turn around and leave to do whatever one did to care for a vex and Pearl couldn’t stop her curiosity. 

“Cub? Can I ask a question before you go?” 

The man paused. “Sure, of course,” he replied. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry which did ease Pearl’s nerves a little. “Shoot.”

"Why?” she asked and it came out a little less polite than she was hoping for. “I mean, is he like, alright? I’ve never seen that happen before. Had me a little worried there.”

Cub seemed to either not notice her tone or simply not care. “Just means he’s really tired. Like really really tired. Nothing too serious, I’ll talk to him about it.” Scar turned a little in Cub’s hold almost like he knew he was being talked about. “It happens sometimes, every now and then.”

“He’ll just be back to normal once he’s rested?” All of this was raising more questions than answering them, but she didn’t want to pry. 

“Yep,” Cub confirmed. “He seems to like sleeping in chests, not the first time he’s been found in one. I’ve never tried to put him in a shulker box, do you think I could mail him?”

Pearl just stared at him. “Please do not try to mail Scar.”

[selfindulgentpixies]

Stray

Ahhh so I've been picking at this and hanging onto it for a bit. I actually first started to think up the idea after I finished my snow leopard Gojo art. Please let me know what you think of it and if you'd like a part 2. CW: hybrids,snow leopard hybrid gojo, fox hybrid geto, cat hybrid reader, talks of ownership, reader was a pet for a human family previously, gender neutral reader,afab reader (only relevant if i make a part 2), satoru and suguru slightly bully reader?

_____ Your ears flick back and your tail twitches in irritation as well as nervousness. Being a cat meant you sat in an odd place, you were a predator but you were also prey. Right now you definitely felt like prey as Gojo’s long fluffy tail curled around the backs of your legs as he loomed over you. Blue eyes bright and slanted pupils wide as he takes you in.

This week had been shit, it seemed everything that could go wrong had. Your humans had given you the boot after deciding they couldn’t afford the care of a hybrid. Wasn’t even like you caught mice like a regular cat so what good were you? You weren’t even a pretty enough cat according to them to be put in shows.

Which brought you to now. Caged in by the snow leopard hybrid making you feel even more like prey than you had felt moments earlier before he’d driven off that annoying dog who’d cornered you. You do your best to steel your voice before speaking. “I- I could have handled myself, Gojo. You didn't have to swoop in like th-thaaat-” Your voice pitches upward as he without warning bends down to tuck his face into your neck and after a deep inhale you feel his warm tongue lave over your pulse. You feel yourself puff up, a full body shudder going through you before you shove at his chest. Before when you’d still had a family you’d noticed the independent snow leopard eyeing you but he’d never done more than engage you in teasing conversation before your human family nervously told you to hurry along with them while they pointedly avoided Gojo’s gaze. Hybrid’s like him were untamable and put humans on edge. 

He snorts. “Little kittens shouldn’t try to act so tough. He was ready to make dinner out of you.” He rises back to his full height, a smirk on his pretty lips with a peek of fang sticking out. “And if anyone is going to make dinner out of you it’ll be me.” 

Still puffed up you let out a low hiss. “Don’t even joke like that, Gojo. I’m perfectly fine taking care of myself.” 

He snorts. “You think i’m joking?” he archs one perfect brow at you. “Lil house cats like you are on borrowed time when you’re on your own. You’re weak after all.”    Your face flushes with heat and you strike out at him, clawed hand going for his stupid perfect face only for him to catch it. He squeezes your wrist just shy of painful for a moment. You’re so focused on that that you don’t notice his other hand moving to the back of your neck  and snatching you up by the scruff like a.. Like a “Such a naughty kitten,” he coos directly in your face as he lifts you. The action leaves you feeling immobilized and all you can do is glare at him. 

“Satoru, are you bullying them?” comes a smooth voice, deceptively gentle in it’s cadence. Suguru steps up behind Satoru to look at you amusedly. The fox brings him arms around Satoru’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. He gives no indication that he’s going to stop Satoru’s antics and put you out of your misery. 

“Only because they picked a fight they couldn’t possibly win.”

“I didn’t pick a fight! I was cornered so excuse me for defending myself.”

“You were doing a shit job at it.”

You glower at him, feeling pathetic held up in the air, your tail tucked up between your legs and your ears back. It was even more embarrassing now that Geto was here as well. 

Gojo lowers you to your feet finally and you rub at the back of your neck. You’re incredibly put out, your fluffed up tail swaying back and forth. You make to walk around the two of them on Geto’s side only for his hand to settle on your shoulder. “Where are you going?” 

“Home.”

“Home huh? Hmm but I could have sworn Satoru was telling me about how someone recently became a stray…” Suguru tilts his head to the side, frowning with one eye peeking open. “I assumed that was you.” 

You bristle, or really you’d never stopped being puffed up honestly. “Well he was wro-” 

“Liar~ “

You whip your head toward Satoru and he just smiles at you. 

“Fine i’m going away from here.” You try to take another step but Suguru’s hand stays firm on your shoulder, dark claws pricking at your clothes.

Suguru hums, his fluffy dark tail coming up to curl across your front, the white tip tickling at your face, “Or you could come home with us. We’d make sure you’re well cared for. Not a worry in the world.” He fully untangles himself from Satoru and cups your face in his hands. His hands are warm and slightly rough. You feel like you should bite him but all you want to do is nuzzle your face into the palm of his hand. From the way that he smiles at you you’re pretty sure he knows exactly what you’re thinking as one of his hands slides up the side of your face to rub at one of your ears. “Well?”

___

Ahhhh I hope you guys like this. I'll write part 2 if enough people enjoyed it. This was a bit inspired by some cat boy audios... I know i know don't look at me. I know this isn't everyone's thing and if you don't like it please be kind and just move on.

@pastelle-rabbit @strawberrystepmom @hauntedhearthowl @missmugiwara @whispers-of-lilith @mysugu

[pannman]

Husk becomes regular cat for a day

Angel Dust x Husk

Cw: fluff at the end, Alastor being an asshole as always, mild swearing

He pissed off Alastor again. But Alastor wasn't planning on killing him over it. Instead he knew that husk hated his cat like appearance so he was going to suffer by spending the day as a typical cat. With just a snap of his fingers, husk was shrunk down on all fours and lost his ability to speak. His cat like instincts kicking in.

Alastor held him by the scruff of his neck while he hissed and batted his claws at him. It was way more cute than intimidating. "Oh calm down ol chum I'll change you back tomorrow"

Angel got sick of chilling in his room so he went to go find Husk and see if he wanted to play cards or share a drink. But when he found nothing but a tiny cat that looked alarmingly like Husk inside Husk's room his only conclusion was Alastor must've done it.

But his biggest surprise was when cat Husk became immediately very affectionate with him. Rubbing against his legs and purring. He looked up at him and meowed with little smile. Angel picked him up and held him. The purring became louder.

He carried him out to the living room where everyone was. Charlie gawked with pupils as big as ever when she saw the tiny kitten in Angel's arms before noticing the striking resemblance to Husk. She turned to Alastor sipping his coffee. "Alastor... did you turn husk into an actual cat?" She questioned. His grin grew wider. "He got a little mouthy with me so I felt like this would be proper punishment. He's much quieter now" he said with pride. "You can't leave him like that!" Charlie responded. "Oh, don't worry it's all temporary. Just for today" he looked at a watch that he wasn't even wearing. "Oh look at the time, I really must be going" he then teleported to who knows wear to avoid the rest of this conversation.

Angel thought this was fucked up on a number of levels but then again he was really cute like this. He decided then that he would keep an eye on Husk and take care of him until he was back to normal

Angel spent the whole day with cat Husk. Playing with a laser and a ball of yarn. Watching him play with Keekee and fat Nuggets, feeding him treats, and keeping him out of mischief. Cat Husk seemed particularly mischievous. Knocking stuff off counters, scratching up furniture, curiosity getting the best of him causing him to frequently get stuck

Then nightfall came and Angel settled down for bed. But Cat Husk was anything but tired. He made a ruckus late into the night. Angel pulled the pillow over his ears. Somehow, Fat Nuggets was sleeping curled up at the end of the bed just fine

Angel was at his wits end but finally Cat Husk seemed to wind down. He curled up to Angel in bed. Angel petting him as he purred before getting comfortable and finally falling asleep

The next morning Angel awoke and noticed the feeling of arms wrapped around him. It didn't take long for him to register that Husk was back to normal and cuddling him while still fast asleep. Shit, this might be awkward. Angel thought about waking him up but then he also thought about pretending he was still asleep. He could pretend to wake after Husk did. After all he was an actor...

[goldstarcorrector]

i want a friend to get me super high and take advantage of me .. but as if they’re doing me a favour, as a dyke whose never been fucked. and being possessive about it. i think about this too much when im high

"Stoooppp," your voice is an uneasy whine. You don't like this.

"Why?" compared to you, I'm perfectly sober. My voice is calm and level. Why does that worry you?

You shiver. Your mouth opens and closes, but you don't know the words to explain yourself. Oh, right, "b-because I'm gay." You'd almost forgotten. Blame the weed.

"Relax, girl. Take another hit, you're freaking out." I push it to your lips and you try to take it, but I don't let go. I hold it there while you inhale, hold it in, try not to cough like a loser. You crack when you run out of air, though, choking and gagging as I laugh at your pathetic display.

"God, you wanted that bad," I lie. You're still struggling to regain your composure when my hand on your chest squeezes once again, pulling a whimper from your lips.

"Stop."

"Honey, you asked for this." I brush your hair with my free hand, tilt your head back so you look up at me upside-down.

Your eyes are wide and bloodshot. You can feel my bulge hardening against your thigh. "Nnh... Nnooo? I just wanted to smoke."

I laugh again. "Sure you did. That's why you're dressed like such a slut." I knead your breast in a circle and lick my lips at the way you squirm. "Come on. You're turning twenty soon. Do you really wanna be a virgin forever?"

The reminder that I'm over six years your elder makes your stomach twist. You think you're about to throw up. But smoking always weakens your gag reflex, and you're able to hold it back.

I lean forward, press my lips to the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, and gingerly tease your flesh with my teeth. "Mmm, just admit you want my dick, and I'll make you feel good."

"N-no, you're wrong. I told you, I only wanted to smo-" I bite hard, and your denial turns to a shrill, needy yowl. You're like a kitten, held by the scruff of the neck.

"Don't be a bitch." My voice is soft against your cheek, rough against your spinning head. "You're gonna hurt my feelings. Besides, you owe me for the weed, remember?"

"..."

"Good kitten."

[nappingmoon]

toji x hybrid!reader (kitty cat <3) nsfw

thinking about being toji’s little cat hybrid who loves playing hide and seek with him. he comes from work and expects you to be waiting at the door but instead he’s greeted by the sight of your little bell collar abandoned.

you do this every so often, getting the urge to play and insisting that he’s cheating if he can hear your bell clink as you move (either way it never takes him long to find you.) today, though, toji was pent up. shiu was giving him shit all day and then his client tried to stiff him, making up some excuse about wanting the assassination done in a different way.

“kitten, come on out i’m not in the mood to play.” he grumps, and is met by silence. his steps are heavy as he walks through the house and he barely catches the pitter patter of you moving from one room to another. “baby, i’m serious, you’re not going to like me if you make me find you. i’m giving you a chance to be good; you won’t get another.” he calls out.

there’s nothing but a continued silence; you’ve made your choice. sighing, toji walks toward his room. it’s your favorite place to hide in. your ears go flat and you start to wiggle your hips into go mode, ready to run off the second he gets too close. you keen your head to look towards where his feet should be coming into view until you realize you can’t hear or see him anymore. your ears go back and your tail flicks from left to right, shimmying back from your place under his bed, already working on your plan to get into the closet when you feel a hand grab on to the scruff of your neck. you scramble to get further underneath, heart racing, but it’s useless. in just a second you find yourself held in the air, face to face with a very very angry toji.

he’s got you bent over his lap and your ass is raw from the spanks. he grumbles, “should’a listened to me kitty. could’a been nice to my pretty kitty cat but you had to go and hide from me.” his hand comes down again and you mewl out a sad “twenty-three”. it had been far more than twenty three— toji made you restart every time you forgot or miscounted. he rubs his hand over butt, the skin hot to the touch. “only two more, pretty. you’ve got this.”

and you do. he lands a palm on each cheek to finish it off and you’re sobbing softly by the end. he picks you up and places you on his lap gently, aware of how tender you are at the moment. he takes your chin in his hand and places a kiss on your nose, murmuring a small, “good, kitten. knew you could do it.” his thumb comes to your cheek to wipe the tears there and immediately pops between his lips to lick them up. at the sight, your ears twitch and your tail starts to curl around his leg. as his thumb goes to your other cheek to do the same thing until he notices the needy look in your big eyes. “did all of this make my little kitty cat hot ‘n bothered? did having your ass spanked raw make your pretty pussy all wet?”

ask he moves his fingers from your hips to your cunt, you squeeze your eyes and nuzzle into his neck, knowing what he’s going to find. “shit, you’re drippin’ baby.” as he dips his fingers into your slick, bringing it back to rub over your clit, you can’t help but paw at his chest, nudging your head further into him, feeling his stubble prickle deliciously against your skin. he continues playing with your clit and the combination of the feeling and the sounds you make overwhelm your senses, bringing out from within you a purr.

at the sound, toji brings his other hand up to scratch and ruffle between your ears, teasing, “my kitten’s feeling all good now, huh? s’that all it took?” and while his hands feel amazing, it’s not enough. you move to straddle his hips, wincing a little when you accidentally sit and the throbbing returns. you grind into toji as you pepper kisses over his face, your purrs coming out louder every time you go to pucker your lips. toji sits amused as you do this using him to get off but obviously not getting enough. “you need a little help?” he asks as you reach his mouth, kissing and leaving little kitten licks over his scar.

your whine of “yes, please” is all he needs to hear before he maneuvers you onto all fours on the bed. as he unbuckles his belt, you drop your chest down and stretch stretch stretchy your hands out, wiggling your fingers at the end. he’s taking to long and you go to wiggle your hips, too, but he grabs them, kneading the skin that was left untouched by his earlier punishment. he twirls your tail around his finger, then traces down the arch of your spine. it brings goosebumps over all of your skin and as you open your mouth to protest his teasing, all that comes out is a gasp. toji wastes no time in easing his length into you, bringing your hips together in one motion.

from there on, not much but mewls of toji’s name and soft little ‘please’s leave your mouth. you claw at the bed as his hips relentlessly thrust in and out of you, his dick hitting all the places that make you see stars. with his left hand he grips your waist so hard you know it will be tender tomorrow, bringing your body towards his and ensuring that you don’t run from him. he brings his right hand around to your chest, sliding between you and the bed to pinch your nipple. you keen and grasp at his hand- though to stop him or encourage it, you don’t know.

toji groans in your ear and you know he's speaking to you but your brain can't seem to keep up with all of the stimulation. soon, both hands of his are on your waist, flipping you over and laying you on your back. he's quick to grab a pillow and slip it under your hips before inserting himself back in your heat. the change in angle throws you for a complete loop and you find your muscles tensing as you cum. toji chuckles as he wraps your legs around his waist and you know he isn't done with you. his hand comes up to your face, gripping your cheeks and forcing your jaw open. he continues rolling his hips into you, fucking you through your orgasm, and gathering spit in his mouth before leaning over you. even in your haze you stick your tongue out, breathy as you manage to keep your eyes on him. he spits into your mouth and you smile, swallowing eagerly and opening up again to show him how obedient you are without him even needing to tell you. at the sight of you so happy to swallow his spit he groans, his dick twitching inside of you. your walls clench in return and he drops his head into your neck, thrusts becoming sloppier. you wrap your arms around his back and drag your claws down it feeling the ridges of his muscles as they flex and tense to work himself into you.

knowing he's close, he presses down on your stomach, working you to your peak once more. you try to swat at his hand, the pressure too much, too soon, too good. your head moves from left to right and it is all so much and all you feel, all you can breathe in is him him him. he picks his head up from your neck and suddenly, all you can see is the green of his eyes as he whispers into your mouth. "cum. cum on my dick again and i'll fill you right up. come on, filthy kitty. I know you're so close. cum." at his last command he presses down again and you see white.

when you open your eyes again, toji is in a pair of dark sweatpants and walking into the room with a glass of water. "oh, hey you're finally up." he makes his way to the bed and scratches gently under your chin. he tilts the glass into your mouth, making you take a few swigs of the cool water and swiping your lip with his thumb before placing the cup on the nightstand. he sits on the bed you work your way under his arm into his lap, hissing at the sting of your ass as you settle in. "sorry kitten, I rubbed in some cream while you were napping but it's still gonna hurt for a bit." he says, frowning at the furrow in your brows. "you feelin' okay? I know it was a bit much. you squirted all over me and passed out. ya scared me."

"mmhmm" you reply sleepily. "a lil sore, but I feel good. you always make me feel s'good." you rub your head into his chest again as he gathers you in his arms, getting under the covers and leaning over to flick off the light switch. you fall asleep to the rhythmic beating of his heart with a small, content smile on your face.

toji kisses the top of your head before letting himself relax, alleviated from the stress of his shitty day and back with his favorite girl. he rubs his hand up and down your back, the motion slowing as he fades into a restful sleep.

[purrfectcellz]

Being held by the scruff of his neck like a misbehaving kitten

[captainnameless]

“My dandy” my heart 🥹🥹 Danny and osc are quickly becoming my favourite dynamic. Any thoughts about them?

Oh also if you can tell I just read the second part of twins & tantrums ❤️

aw! i hope you liked it <3 my brain’d been thinking about if Oscar would switch from Danny to Daddy and then Dandy was born. i haven’t decided yet if it’ll stick around, but figured i’d try it out.

some Oscar & Daniel thoughts (and a little bit of Fernando cause him terrorizing poor Liam made me giggle a bit this weekend)

“This belongs to you?”

Daniel turns around from where he’s sat outside the VCARB hospitality, enjoying the sun and his sandwich that he nearly chokes on when he takes in the sight in front of him.

Oscar looks every bit of sad kitten being held by the scruff of their neck, eyes wide and cheeks flushed while Fernando looks…. unimpressed.

Daniel coughs into his hand. “Express delivery?”

“Yes, the other one got away. I’ll have to go find him so you can deal with this one.”

Oscar looks objectively more pouting now, shuffling from foot to foot as Fernando releases him. Daniel can only assume the other one, is Lando.

“What’d they do?” He has to work hard to suppress the smile that wants to paint his face.

“They’re ambushing people! Spitting at us. Hiding in behind the tires.” It’s only now that Daniel realizes Fernando is holding a straw.

“Oooh, some innocent mischief. Did the old man ruin your fun, Oscar?” Daniel sing songs, unable to keep the laugh out of his voice.

Fernando scowls at him while Oscar seems a mixture of relief and tense by the difference in reaction.

Daniel laughs, pulls Oscar closer to him. “You’re not in trouble, bud.” He soothes, then looks at Fernando expectantly knowing the younger Aussie will have to hear it from him too to not still feel bad about it.

“Trouble? Of course not, just have the young ins a little bit of authority.” Fernando winks, ruffling Oscar’s hair, watching the boy visibly relax. “You know. You don’t want me against you, I’m way more fun on your side. Maybe next time we-.”

“Yeah no!” Daniel rushes, pulling Oscar into his lap and covering both his ears. “No alliance between you three! I don’t even want to think about what you’ll come up with.”

It’s Fernando’s time to laugh, loud and throaty as he backs up with his hands up in surrender. “Fine, I still have to find Lando anyway. Apparently I haven’t put the fear of God into him yet, thinking he can spit spitballs at me…… Then deposit him with Carlos?” The last bit is more of a question.

“Yes, please. This one is way easier to get down for a nap.” Daniel nods, giving Fernando a thumbs up and earning a whine from Oscar.

“Right, good luck with that!”

[fan-burns]

Ok so I was watching a play through of the GBA Robots game because I haven’t seen it and a while and why the hell is Rodney so cat coded in this game?

First he falls into the office and somehow lands on his feet. But then he just…

Gets carried out like a fucking kitten. He’s literally being held by the scruff of his neck. Wtf???

And then they just…toss him out of a 100ft tall building and he’s perfectly fine.

What is this game???

[indigos-stardust]

WIP

@undertheopensky

>:)

Fun fact! did you know that the children of draconic folk, when picked up by the tail, react similarly to the behaviours of a kitten being carried by the scruff of it's neck? The longer spent held, the more calm, blissed out, sleepy, and even occasionally giggly they become! Most grow out of this around age 10!

Skhadu never has. And well- Lets just say Buwe has found a VERY effective way to rangle skhadu when he's being a troublemaker (almost getting taken to jail (again) for stealing.) Once I finish the artwork I'll probably talk more about their dynamic lol. also I am still making vio's introduction, I'm just like in the writing part.

Oh btw buwe is wearing thinner clothes to handle the heat

[ladyanaconda]

Fayluna and Besteel Headcanons.

Here's some father-daughter relationship stuff!

Fay is as protective of her father as Besteel is of her.

When no one is watching, Besteel cradles his daughter in his arms and sings a Dorcean lullaby Cassiora would sing to her as a baby. Surprisingly, he's pretty good at it. But don't let him catch you watching or you're in for trouble.

Fay is the size of a human toddler and could be carried by Eva and Rovender—if it weren't for her weight. Still, she's pretty tiny by Dorcean standards, and her father can easily pick her up with both hands.

Like all Dorcean cubs, Fay can be picked by the scruff of her neck, kinda like pups and kittens. Besteel picks her up like this when she's in trouble.

At first, Besteel was disappointed that he got a daughter rather than a son. But when he held newborn Fay in his hands for the first time, his heart melted.

Father and daughter will rub snouts to show affection. It's the Dorcean equivalent of a kiss.

Besteel doesn't tell Fay much about her mother because even just thinking about his late wife hurts. Following their reunion at the end of Ruins, he's begun to tell Fay more about her.

Besteel often calls Fay 'my little beastie.'

Fay's favorite place to nap is her father's head.

Beneath the fur in his tail, Besteel still has the bite marks of when Fay started teething.

Being a rambunctious cub, Fay sometimes disobeys her father, either driven by curiosity or external factors. However, there are times when she knows he's really serious.

Despite his very short fuse, Besteel has never raised his voice at his daughter. Usually, one stern look is enough to send Fay back in line.

Following his reunion with his daughter in Ruins, Besteel's levels of overprotectiveness have, kinda understandably, reached new heights. He doesn't let Fay out of his sight and is reluctant to let her interact with strangers.

[zibiscusloon]

🎊💞🐇🎀?

(Sorry this is late!!)

🎊- Personalities

Gabriel:

Gabe was a rather meek and anxious child. He keeps to a small group of friends and struggles to talk to other kids his age as he frequently stumbles over his words. He prefers quiet environments as he’s highly noise sensitive. He’s highly dependent on others to help him with expressing himself. He’s only completely at ease around Cassidy and his friends.

Susie:

Highly strong minded and creative, Susie was a very flamboyant child. She was the light of her family, finding the bright side in almost everything. She’s very protective of those she loves! Her and Fritz both have landed themselves in detention on multiple occasions for getting into fights at school (most of which resulted from them defending Gabriel). She loves arcade games and has the highest scores on every machine at Freddy’s.

Fritz:

He is being held back by God by the scruff of his neck like a kitten. Fritz is rambunctious, impulsive, and very uncaring as to who is staring and whispering about him. Definitely the type of kid who ate sand from the sandbox. He has a lil habit of biting when he’s worked up (whether that be because he’s pumped up or pissed off depends on the day). He’s very physically affectionate and will randomly tackle his friends in a hug (he makes sure to be a lil easier on Gabriel about this, Jeremy and Susie however? No mercy)

Jeremy:

Jeremy is a very sweet and understanding boy. He’s a great listener and is always willing to offer comfort in what ever way is needed of him. That’s not to say he was a saint, he is just as guilty of getting into fights as Fritz and Susie, he’s just better at not getting caught. He can be very smug when he wants to. Due to ableism of the time, plenty of his classmates found him creepy due to him not being able to talk. He in turn, played fully into this role as it helped make sure him and his friends were left be, he’ll happily do “creepy” shit and laugh as they scatter away.

Cassidy:

The designated mom friend. Cassidy grew up rather quickly as they practically had to help raise their brother. They frequently forget that they themselves are still a child, they fail to get along with other kids as they view people their age as highly immature, with them viewing Cass as a killjoy. They’re very protective of Gabriel, and often worry about him due to bullying Gabe faces at school. They have threatened many 9 year olds on their brother’s behalf. The only person they’re able to truly be just a kid around is their best friend, Seraphina.

Charlie:

Love weird kid with atrocious social skills and yet somehow the largest friend group! Would do and say shit that they knew everyone else around them found really fucked up and weird, they just did it cause they found it funny. They always need some form of stimulation and as such will frequently steal metal scraps, usually from their dad, and try to make their own animatronics. They’re highly observant and will point out when they notice things, even when others really wish that they wouldn’t (like when they asked Michael about the bruises he keeps covering with his sleeves…)

💞- Family Life

Gabriel & Cassidy:

Gabe and Cass grew up on a small one story home with their widower father. Their mom passed away due to complications from when she gave birth to Gabriel. The two of em have always been very close, with Cassidy stepping up to take a parental role to Gabe, as their father struggles to always be present for them in their lives due to his own struggles. They have a small pond outside of their home that their dad would brings them out to for fishing. Gabriel has a lot of built up resentment against his dad, as he’s still a kid and can’t quite comprehend why he can’t always be there for them, Cassidy has frequently talked down Gabriel and assured him that their dad does love them, he just has a harder time showing it.

Susie:

Susie is the oldest of three children in a highly well off family. She lives in a three story home in the best subdivision. She lives with her mama, step dad, lil sister Samantha, her lil brother Óliver, and of course, her puppy Pepperoni! Her parents both work good jobs and provide well for their children. Susie’s mom is rather stern and proud woman, causing them to occasionally clash due to Susie’s unserious demeanor, her step dad happily encourages her creativity though! They’re both rather frivolous (and childish as he mama would sarcastically say), their family frequently go on vacations to beaches and water parks.

Fritz:

Fritz grew up in a nice two story house with a huge backyard with his parents and older sister. Fritz spent most of his time outside (either by choice or cause his mom kicked him out for breaking a window.) he was very close to both his parents and him and Seraphina had a typical sibling rivalry, shouting matches, stealing each others things, kicking each other under to kitchen table, the usual.

Jeremy:

Jeremy and his mom lived in a pretty shitty run down apartment (although it was the best that his mom could afford). They’re pretty much dirt poor, but Jeremy’s mom does what she can to always keep her son’s spirits up, which Jeremy’s always appreciated. They’re essentially all each other ever had. They have little to no contact with the rest of their family, as his mom was frequently shamed for having him so young (she was a teenager when she had him). Her jobs are usually constantly changing and Jeremy helps his mom with prepping for her interviews.

Charlie:

The Emily household was your typical nuclear family. Two parents, two kids, a nice house. Only oddity was all the robots laying around. Charlie and their brother Sammy were practically inseparable, doing everything together (even if Sammy hardly understand Charlie and their eccentrics). Henry wouldn’t ever say it but he definitely played favorites, and Charlie was it. They were very close to the Afton family! Although Cynthia (Mrs. Emily) never really trusted William around her children.. (and for good reason!)

🐇-How they were lured

Gabriel:

William had been observing Gabe’s party the whole day, scoping out which children he wanted to take, and he especially had his eyes on the birthday boy. Gabriel was very obviously anxious and jittery due to how crowded and loud Freddy’s was that day. It was so damn loud and Gabe couldn’t take it, so he slipped away from his party table when no one was looking and fled to a hallway to try and collect himself in. It’s then that Spring Bonnie approached him, comforting him and offering to take him away to a more quiet party, where he wouldn’t have to hear anyone, and where no one could hear him. It’d be great, it’d be quiet, there’d be chocolate cake a simple lil music box melody. Just how was Gabe supposed to say no?

Susie:

Susie was the first to be lured off. Her puppy had passed away a week prior, but, not wanting to gloom up Gabriel’s party, Susie wandered off to the arcade to distract herself. And yet no matter what, she still found her mind going back to her puppy. William, being the bastard that he is, was of course the one who had ran over Pep, approached Susie. He told her how sometimes adults lie, that Pepperoni wasn’t really dead, and that he knew where he was! Susie of course would take any chance to see her lil baby again, and didn’t question at all why they were going to the back room, needless to say, she didn’t find her dog.

Jeremy:

Jeremy had been sitting at the stage, watching the band, when they saw Fritz following Spring Bonnie around, curious, Jeremy approached them. Fritz explained that Spring Bonnie had a big surprise planned for Gabe and that he needed their help to set it up! Jeremy decided to tag along, he wanted to help too! He’d felt bad for coming to Gabe’s party late, so this was his chance to make up for it! It all worked out to William, he’d intended to grab Jeremy anyway so this just saved time.

Fritz:

Fritz had been looking for Susie and Gabe, trying to bring them some pizza as they had missed out on everyone else eating. That’s when Spring Bonnie approached him, explaining that him and the other band mates had planned a surprise party for Gabriel, but that he needed Fritz’s help! And that Susie was helping out too! Fritz was more than happy to do something nice for his best friend! He was a little confused that Spring Bonnie said the adults couldn’t know w about the party, but he didn’t mind, it was like a secret!

Cassidy:

It’s not so much William luring them so much as Cassidy being led to him. Cassidy was searching for Gabriel after their brother had disappeared from the party. They eventually took notice that the other children were gone as well. Them and the kids parents searched throughout the pizzeria for their children and Cass eventually found their brother’s Freddy plush in a hallway, leading to the back room. They could have sworn their was a voice leading them to the room, saying “save them, save them.”

Charlie:

Charie was the easiest to nab. Sammy’s friends (without Sammy knowing) had locked them outside of Fredbear’s as a mean joke. It was fucking freezing cause it had been raining. Suddenly, William had driven up next to them, asking what they were doing out there. They explained what had had happened, and how they hardly wanted to attend their own party anymore. It wasn’t surprising when William offered to drive Charlie back home where they could dry off. Charlie was just happy to get out of the rain. They were confused though when William began to pull into Fredbear’s back alley…

🎀- How well known there Case Was

Susie was probably the most well known victim of case, due to the Franz being a family of money, as such, they could afford further coverage. They did lend money to the the parents of their daughter’s friends to help them get coverage as well.

Despite it being his party that the incident happened on, Gabriel (and by extension Cassidy), were usually lumped together in news coverage, simply referred to as “The Feitt Siblings” instead of being listed by name.

Fritz was probably the second most known, although hardly as well as Susie.

Jeremy probably got the worst of it, hardly mentioned by name, due to his mother’s lower economic standing, she struggled heavily to get her son’s name in the paper.

Back in 1983, Charlie’s name was front page news, everyone was out looking for the Emily’s child, their family friends the Aftons right beside them. Charlie’s disappearance was eventually overshadowed by the disappearance of Elizabeth Afton and the scandal of the Bite of 83.

[thesconesyard]

Where the West Begins

12. Stubborn as a Mule

Leonard McCoy had a problem. A big problem. A big, annoying, furry little problem.

Franklin.

Jaylah’s cat had taken an instant liking to the doctor.

McCoy did not return the feeling.

Now the doctor was not a disliker of animals, far from it. They had their uses, but so far Franklin had only shown an impressive talent for being wherever McCoy needed to be.

In Honey’s stall during the morning chores, McCoy would turn around and there was the cat, meowing up at him with big, wide eyes. He’d retreat to the hayloft and Franklin managed to follow.

The walk to the house for breakfast McCoy would be paced by the small cat. Jaylah would then step outside and scoop up the kitten for a cuddle before giving him his breakfast.

After meals it did not matter which door McCoy left the house from, Franklin was waiting.

“The wee beastie loves ye Len,” Scotty would chuckle, but McCoy only scowled.

Where McCoy went to work for the day his fuzzy shadow followed. Franklin would find himself a perch to watch from, or shade to lounge in, making sure to keep one eye on the doctor. Or so McCoy assumed, for if he made any move to go somewhere else on the ranch the little cat was on his feet in an instant.

At first it had been humorous. Then annoying.

Then McCoy woke up one cool morning. Scotty next to him was still asleep and snoring softly. McCoy moved carefully and began to stretch. His toes under the blanket bumped something. He wiped a hand across his face and slowly sat up.

Looking at McCoy, curled in a tight little ball on the end of the bed, was Franklin.

“How in the hell?!”

“Huh?” Scotty groggily lifted his head, blinking.

McCoy swung his legs out of bed, stood up and grabbed the little cat by the scruff of his neck. Two strides to the door, McCoy opened it with a flourish and set the cat outside. Quickly he closed the door before the cat could get back in.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, moving back to grab his pants and get dressed for the day.

“Len…”

“How did he even get in here?” McCoy demanded as he buttoned up his shirt.

“Dunno love,” Scotty said as he sat up. He knew it was better to let the doctor get his venting out before saying anything else.

“I’m going to have to check all around and make sure there aren’t any loose boards!” McCoy shoved his feet in his boots and stalked out of the cabin.

He nearly cursed as a small meow greeted him outside the door.

That afternoon McCoy had gone off to work alone in one of the sheds near the east pasture. He made a point of ignoring the small cat following him.

The hours wore away as McCoy worked, stopping occasionally to stretch, or wipe a sleeve across his face. Franklin had found a shady spot and was stretched out; McCoy had nearly forgotten about the cat.

He turned and bent to pick up a tool that had fallen earlier in the afternoon. But before his hand reached it, Franklin was there, batting his hand away.

“You little sonofa—” McCoy said as he swatted back at the cat then reached for the tool again.

This time Franklin used his claws and scratched McCoy across the wrist, through his shirt sleeve.

“Hey!” he called out, getting angry. “You no good—”

McCoy froze at a familiar rattling sound. He took a step back and looked down where the tool was. A big rattlesnake was lying coiled in the shade, lifting its head.

McCoy looked at the small cat, who was staring back at him with big green eyes. A faint smile pulled the side of McCoy’s mouth.

“Thanks,” he said, surprising himself. “Guess you ain’t so bad after all.” He reached over and scratched under the little cat’s chin. He glanced at the snake again.

“I think that’s enough work for now, huh?” McCoy said to Franklin. “Besides, I need to go clean these scratches, don’t I?” Franklin began to purr as McCoy continued to scratch, moving to the cat's ears. After a moment he scooped the little cat up and held him close.

“Just no more in my cabin, alright? We’ll be friends, but that’s where I draw the line. Alright?” He pointed a finger at Franklin. A little tongue peeked out and licked the end of McCoy’s work glove.

“Glad you agree,” McCoy said, and still carrying the little cat, headed for the house.

[b33zlebubz]

*ghost holding reader like a kitten being held by the scruff on their neck*

Ghost: take a look at the perfect picture of mental instability and teenage anger

LMAO he would know wouldn't he