#cat butt ornament

[oldmacykerenew]

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[venusbyline]

Velvety ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 13, oct.

— pairing: Derek Morgan x girlfriend!reader

— type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)

— kink: pet play

— summary: Morgan couldn't help but buy you some cat stuff after Reid accidentally filled his mind with such a random kink.

— word count: 955

— tags/warnings: kinktober 13th day, female!reader, pet play, anal plug, oral (male receiving), fingering, pussy slapping, praise kink, degradation, choking kink, butt worship, body worship, sexual tension, curse words, sub!reader, dom!Morgan, Spencer Reid mentioned, threesome mentioned, minor Spencer Reid x reader, owner!Morgan, pet!reader, kitty!reader. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @purplehaze206 @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a @helo1281917

— crossposting: AO3

Morgan sat comfortably on the couch while you admired yourself in the mirror in the corner of the living room. You turned your back to the object, looking over your shoulder to try and get a better view of what the new sex toy your boyfriend bought you looked like.

"You're a pretty kitty." Morgan's hoarse voice echoed through the room and you couldn't help but smile, still watching yourself and leaning your body back, shaking your butt a little to see the effect. "Damn, you look so fucking hot with that plug."

Your smile grew even wider at his words. Morgan had bought you a new anal plug, which in addition to the part where it was inserted into your hole, also had an ornament on the back that would serve as a cat's tail, the white hairs matching perfectly with the plush cat ears headband of the same color. You felt like a perfect human version of a white-coated Persian cat.

Morgan had also bought you new lingerie, as always spoiling you, but this time picturing how gorgeous the white lace lingerie would make you look. The bra firming your breasts, the transparent lace attached to the bra going down your belly, and the thong panties, which were also made of lace but with an opening that left your pretty ass completely exposed.

"C'mere, sweetheart. I've something else for you." Morgan demanded and you widened your eyes with excitement, getting on your knees and slowly crawling towards Morgan, like the good kitty he wanted you to be. "Fuck, baby... You're the hottest." Your boyfriend smirked and you purred in response, kneeling in front of him before lowering yourself further, licking an imaginary line on his calf, making Morgan growl slightly as you nibbled gently. "Shake your little tail for me, my kitty."

You obeyed as soon as his order was given. Licking your own hand, as if it were a cat's paw, then you took advantage of the fact that your body was already lowered and you lifted your ass, wiggling it the way you knew Morgan liked it, the sight of your bare buttocks shaking with the tail plug inside you made his cock tighten.

"Holy shit... Reid was right when he said you look like a cat." He growled and you widened your eyes again, sitting on your knees and looking at him curiously, surprised by the confession that it had been Spencer who accidentally planted the seed of curiosity inside Morgan's mind. He never felt horny about trying pet play until he heard the genius agent's random and innocent comment.

Morgan seemed to notice the confusion in your eyes and he immediately placed his hand on your head, stroking your hair and then caressing the fluffy little ears you were wearing. "Oh, sweetheart... If Reid saw you like that, I bet Pretty Boy would cum in his own pants." He scoffed and you whimpered, rubbing your thighs together, feeling your pussy start to get wet. It wasn't the first time Morgan hinted something about Spencer's crush on you. Sometimes you wondered if he would ever allow Reid to taste you. "You get turned on by that, you fucking little cockslut?"

Your boyfriend's hand stopped his caresses and pulled you by the neck, eliciting a strangled moan from you when he lifted you until your feet were off the floor and your body settled in the free space of the couch. "Fucking greedy whore, your pussy is dripping at the thought of taking Reid too, isn't it?" Morgan asked with a sarcastic voice, rubbing his large heavy hand over your wet pussy covered by the thin fabric panties. You moaned pathetically, squirming while his palm rubbed your swollen clit, your own arousal keeping the friction from being painful.

You whimpered at him, nodding before Morgan gave your bud a weak but still rough slap, your tearful and almost vulnerable whine echoing through the living room. He was loving how delicate the fabric was, knowing that you would feel all the sensations raw even if you were wearing panties.

Morgan removed his hand from your pussy, reaching for something that was stored inside a small box next to him. You had no idea what it was and you were eager to find out, since he had warned you that it would be the last thing you would wear that night.

When you saw the pink velvet collar with a heart-shaped pendant, your eyes lit up and you shook your butt again so you could also wiggle your tail attached to the plug. "You like that, sweetie?" You immediately nodded to Morgan's question, purring and trying to lick his face, but his hand firmly on your throat stopped you. "You'll only get your collar if you're a good kitty for me."

Not giving you a chance to question the meaning behind it, Morgan moved his fingers until it was on the back of your neck, pushing you down, your face now practically against his covered cock. "Give me a head, kitty." He ordered as he placed the collar on the couch, still close to your field of view, and began to undo his pants. "After I cum and you drink my cum as if it were milk, I'll give you the collar and we'll talk about a possible threesome with Reid. He'll love fucking your pretty little pussy while I fuck your tight ass." Morgan's words made you purr again, smirking at him with a mischievous gaze until he guided your head towards his thick cock, enjoying the sound of your gagging, the sight of your pert ass with your fluffy tail and the feeling of your velvety little mouth trying to take him.

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[charleslee-valentine]

Save Some Christmas Cheer

warnings: physical and emotional abuse, hitting, cruelty, drayton sawyer as a warning, one very mild sex joke.

~~~~~~~

Every December, Drayton drives a dinky evergreen out to the gas station and ties it to the sign post, lets the twins come down and fancy it up with some thrifted ornaments and tinsel. Gotta make the place lively.

Thought that would appease their appetite for the festivity afterall. They wasn’t raised with it, not even he had experienced it when they still had Grandpa’s income to throw a holiday off of, so he never figured the boys would be all that interested. Their grandparents thought it best to raise ‘em without that kind of luxury, too much of makin’ spoilt ‘n greedy kids all over. But, them younger brothers of his been growin’ up in the age of radio and now seein’ the rise of television. No hidin’ the spirit from them now.

It’s Nubbins, crouched by the annual gas station tree as he digs through what little they got to adorn it with, evidently disappointed by it, that asks him first, “W-Why can’t we does Chrim-sis a-at home?”

“Used to. Can’t afford it.” Is the simplified brunt Drayton gives him. He’s busy puffin’ on a cigarette and attemptin’ to contain the mess his brothers is makin’ ‘fore it might affect the station’s appearance.

That ain’t satisfactory. Them boys is curious as cats, but with even less sense. Nubbins tilts his head sideways, “How come?”

Drayton flicks the cigarette butt at him and watches it bounce off of Nubbins bony back, leavin’ little glowin’ ashes in its wake. It’s himself who brushes it off ‘fore those can leave burn puckers on the boy’s good jacket, despite the paint and mud on it. But that quick act of caution turns to a whack on the back of his head and a scold quickly, “‘Cause you lot are expensive enough without gettin’ presents or some big fancy meal!!”

“But y-you does it here.” Bobby chimes in for his silenced twin from the other side of the tree. Ornery bastards finishin’ each other’s complaints even.

Drayton straightens himself out when a car drives past, in the case it’d stop, but it whips right past so he marches over to Bobby, “Can’t have my customers thinkin’ I ain’t an honest Christian business man!”

‘Course, Bobby ain’t as punched down as his brothers, or just ain’t well behaved. He snorts at Drayton’s remark, “You ain’t one.”

“I am!” Drayton draws his hand back to swing at Bobby’s face, but Nubbins interrupts with a shout.

���Since when! Y-You doesn’t go to church!”

Now he’s caught in between them and just frozen up with balled fists. Can’t beat ‘em both at once, so he concedes, somewhat, “Don’t need to. The Lord and I handle our business privately.”

Bobby cackles a laugh at somethin’ that ain’t immediately clear, ‘til he shares the joke that lived in his flighty head, “‘Way you said that m-makes it sound like you and J-Jesus is been bumpin’ nasties!”

A year in the service was plenty enough to break down the values Drayton instilled in his kid brothers, exposin’ horrible nerves he hoped would never have to be plucked with ‘em. They was all to be kept in the dark of certain ways, but then them military boys taught Robert all the sins in the book, and he just had to come home and share the news. Lucky they don’t got a clue what the hell he's talkin’ when he starts up, but as Drayton would like to keep it that way, despite the hiccups, that’s one matter that ain’t never go unpunished.

Bobby gets a sharp whack across his face, and another to his back when he hunches over, “Watch your mouth around your brother, damn it!!”

“Owww!” He whines all overplayed and obnoxious. Givin’ Drayton a damned headache already. So he gets a kick to his calf and falls to that knee.

“Then behave yourself!” Drayton warns, looming over, “Actin’ like none of you ever grew up! If there were such a thing as Christmas in this family, you boys wouldn’t deserve a damn thing!”

Nubbins scrunches his face, confusion and judgement and frustration tied together, “Why would we b-be good if we ain’t go-gonna get presents a-anyway?”

Bobby, rubbin’ the hand mark that’s making its way to his pale cheek, slowly rising to his feet again, agrees, always agrees with Nubbins, “Yeah! I-I-If you was ever nice to us, we'd be- be good!”

That one sentence sits heavy in Drayton’s bones all day and night. For the next week it just plays over and over in his head, thinkin’ ‘bout how he’d failed them kids. Christmas be damned, all year round, for the last forty some years they been here, he ain’t never been kind. Their mama was his lousy mama and their papa walked out. He had to be the parent all along.

To his knowledge, it wasn’t natural to be soft on ‘em. Gotta raise ‘em with a firm hand and all. And Bobby’s right he ain’t no church goin’ man, but he knows you ain’t s’posed to spare the rod. Nobody ever spared him none, pickin’ switches out the bushes and takin’ his beatins.

So then, why’s guilt stickin’ to him so bad just cause the boys said they act out ‘cause of his choices. Why’s he know it’s right, that they ain’t been showed enough mercy and kindness to practice it.

They cut into another corpse at supper, and he knows this is all his fault, and suddenly the meat tastes a lot less like pork, and a lot more like an elderly couple or a mother down the road. Lord, he’s damned them all to Hell. No guardin’ them from sin could change that, ‘cause they was born to it, raised with blood under their nails before they even knew what love was. Somethin’ they prob’ly still don’t know.

He’s gone quiet again, though he tries to focus on workin’ ‘stead of thinkin’, peelin’ potatoes to go with roast school teacher out in the kitchen, when he gets ambushed. Confronted again by the reality he caused.

“Hey! H-Hey cook, what’chya cook?” It’s an innocent question from Bobby, but Drayton’s so deep in his own remorse he can’t gather an intelligible response.

With Drayton being so tense lately, the boys have caught on. Nubbins catches up to his twin and immediately scolds him for bein’ a bother, “Bobby, ya stupid, d-don’t call ‘im cook no more!”

“Oh yeh. F-Forgot he won’t feed us n-no more ‘til we p-‘preciate ‘im.” Bobby repeats Drayton’s reasoning for the last beating they got, with monotone sarcasm, and a whispered comment tacked on the end, rolls his eyes and pouts, “Stupid rule if ya ask me.”

“N-Nobody did asked you!!” Nubbins counters, the hunch of his shoulders anxious but the crone of his voice angry. All on edge.

They make to start a slapping fight, drawing back and all, Bobby yelling after a second to stew on his answer, “Shut up!”

All the ruckus is more than familiar in this house, but when the boys accidentally smash into the kitchen door, banging the brass knob into the plaster, it causes Drayton to startle. The knife in his hand slips across his fingertips and suddenly he’s bleedin’ all over the potatoes m.

“That’s enough!” He shouts his throat raw on just the one command, both twins whipping their heads around to stare with wide eyes. With their attention, he gives them another order. A heavy sigh out of his nose and he’s able to speak a little more clearly to bark the next order, “Go set the damn table.”

Both boys are trippin’ over each other to get the dishes and glasses for supper, before splittin’ up to do different tasks. Drayton meanwhile has to either salvage what’s left of the non-bloody potatoes or forget about it entirely. Guess it wouldn’t be such a big deal to feed ‘em contaminated food, but lord only knows what’s in his blood after all these years. Might end up givin’ the boys a nicotine addiction like himself.

He scraps it all instead. Trashes good food. If he weren’t so out of his mind with regret he’d be beatin’ them twins within an inch of their lives. Lord knows they deserve it.

And yet, he sits down to half a supper and murmurs in good spirits, “Been thinkin’.”

The twins, Nubbins next to him and Bobby at the end of the table, exchange a look. Nubbins snickers, “Th-That ain’t n-never good.”

Drayton does his best not to boil over with anger already, glaring with disappointment at them, “Guess you don’t wanna hear the good news then?”

“You lyin’. You don’t never got g-good news.” Bobby snarks, givin’ another heavy eye roll.

“Since y’all was askin’ up on Christmas I just thought- but oh, no.. no. You’re right, this cain’t possibly be good news.” Giving a dramatic sigh, Drayton plays the manipulation game to get them on their best behavior, in part so his frustration can cool off.

“What?” Nubbins probes, but Drayton stays firm and just shakes his head. So he presses again, fiddling with his hands, “W-What? Tell us!”

Both twins start chanting asking to be told, rallying their little brother into their obnoxious repetition,

“Bubba you tell ‘im too!”

Now Bubba is squealing like a downright hog, too much noise at the supper table that ain’t caused by some wailing stranger. Drayton covers his ears.

“I’ll change my mind!” That threat makes them all go quiet, so dead set on hearing the good news they aren’t willing to risk the chance. Drayton sighs and shrinks down, “Figured there wouldn’t be no hurt in ‘llowin’ y’all to make pretend like it’s Christmas. Don’t think y’all gonna get nothin’ special now, but I ain’t past lettin’ y’all put up a tree or two in the fields.”

“And l-let us watch a Christmas movie?” Bobby demands.

Drayton is skeptical, narrowing his eyes, “How the hell you gonna do that when we ain’t got a television? You fixin’ to pay for it?”

Bobby shakes his head, long wig hairs flying side to side over his face, “Nah. B-But I still knows how to drive. I-I can take us to a real theater.”

That sounds like his own worst nightmare. Drayton scolds the thought, slamming a hand down, “Hell no! I ain’t lettin’ you run off in charge of your brothers!”

That seems to have been counted on, actually, ‘cause Bobby elbows Nubbins next to him enthusiastically, and smiles all wide, “Then y-you gotta take us. And we get to- to bake stuff and wear funny outfits.”

“How the hell you know so much ‘bout this holiday anyhow?” Drayton narrows his eyes at his brother, don’t see why he’s demandin’ so much.

“Uh, I listen to the radio. D-Duh!” Bobby’s tone implies all kinds of things he ain’t ‘llowed to think, mostly that he finds his older brother dumb and annoying.

He does get punished for that outburst. Might’ve got off easy for the mess in the kitchen, but Drayton won’t ‘llow that kind of back talk ‘round the house. Gave up enough control to let them have a holiday at all, can’t just abandon all order ‘n let the boys behave however they’d like. Would be livin’ in ruin.

And it’s a damn good thing, ‘cause then they’re all three on their best behavior ‘til the 25th, goin’ through Bobby’s informed checklists about how to go along with the big day. Ain’t acted out majorly once.

Only he don’t know that’s ‘cause they’re savin’ up for one big mess up.

In the upstairs hallway, hunched together by the window that starts the nook where Drayton’s room hides, the twins conspire on Christmas morning.

“Who’s gonna do it?” Bobby whispers it, catching up on the plan they made, but maybe just a little nervous.

Nubbins looks at his brother like he said somethin’ in gibberish, “Ain’t you?”

Dragging his brother by the sleeve of his shirt down away from Drayton’s room, Bobby raises his voice, “Hell no, man! H-He gonna kick my ass if I do it!”

“I don’t want b-beat up neither!” Nubbins squeaks back in equal defense.

“You won’t, h-he ain’t mad a-at you yet!” Bobby counters, but his tone ain’t so sure. Can’t hide a thing from his twin.

For all the fighting they do, lookin’ out for each other is the half of it. Pushin’ when the other don’t think it’s a good idea, back ‘n forth ‘til they come up with somethin’ better. Their plan usually ends up shoulderin’ the blame onto someone else.

It’s Nubbins that puts it into motion, “Bubba could- he could do it.”

Bobby thinks hard on it, passing his tongue over his teeth a few times in thought, “That- That’s good. Yeh, cook don’t get m-mad at Bubba so much ‘less he’s really bad.”

His brother agreein’ to his plan makes Nubbins smile big, but it falls fast when a thought occurs to him, “Is wakin’ big brother up counts as r-really bad?”

“We gonna find out!” Bobby slaps his twins’ shoulder excitedly, bolting down to the half-way point on the nearest set of steps and calling down, more than adjusted by now to the amount of noise he can get away with makin’, “Hey, Leatherface! G-Get up here!”

They hear him comin’ ‘fore they see ‘im, bumbling steps creaking each floorboard and stair. Bubba tries to walk on his toes to be quiet, but he’s so big and the house so old there ain’t much hope. Lucky their big brother can sleep through at least some volume.

Nubbins coaxes him up closer, so they can talk quiet, “Bubba, hey, y-you like Chrim-sis too, right?”

‘Course Bubba gets a crooked smile and shakes his head up and down. Been excited as hell every night since big brother announced they was allowed, the only one that ain’t participated in fancyin’ up the gas station for Christmas. Can’t really bring him ‘round there with his masks and all.

They take advantage of that excitement to get him to go along with their scheme, Bobby coaxing, “Right. S-So you wants to give big brother th-the presents we made ‘im?”

Bubba nods again, but it’s less excited. No matter what the twins think, he knows they’re putting him up to somethin’. It’s just a matter of what they’re gonna make him do. But he still doesn’t make a peep when the twins walk him down the hall, though the closer they get to Drayton’s shut door, the fidgetier he gets with his hands.

Right outside, Nubbins yanks the door open and Bobby gives Bubba a hearty shove and an order, “Then get on in there!”

They weren’t strong enough to move their baby brother an inch further into that room with a push, but their persuasion and the Christmas spirit alone could do the task.

Ain’t sure exactly how Bubba chooses to do it, but the twins hear all hell start to break loose and take off running. That’s a part of their plan too. Didn’t figure the old man would wake up too peacefully, so they’s gonna let Bubba lead chase for their little Christmas morning surprise.

Admittedly, they do feel kinda bad ‘bout the few whacks they hear impacting their baby brother on the way, but that’s how it goes. At least Bubba’s size means he’s a hell of a lot faster’n Drayton in stride, makin’ it to the back sittin’ room where they got permission to put the tree up and hidin’ behind the twins long before their red-faced, heavin’ big brother makes it ‘round the corner.

Seeing them all three huddled together, Drayton knows they’re up to something, skidding to a sudden stop, “What the hell is all this now?”

“It’s y-your merry Chrim-sis!” Nubbins informs him while his brothers produce their gift and hand it over.

Drayton turns the gift over and over in his hands but doesn’t say a word. Starts gettin’ the boys a little nervous.

Bobby prompts, sorta anxious and mostly bubbling with excitement, “Ya like it?”

Looking up from the gift like he’s just remembered there’s somebody who give it to him, Drayton’s face shifts from surprise to frustration. “Well let’s see now. It’s a uh… You boys gonna hafta give me a hint here-“

Bobby snatches their gift out of Drayton’s hands so he can hold it out the right way and show Drayton. He explains, “It’s a new suit jacket!! B-Bubba sewded it, ‘an Nubbins got its fabric ‘and buttons and s-stuffs, ‘a-‘an I picked the pattern!”

Understanding, Drayton snatches it back and holds it out for himself, considering the homemade garment plenty before he decides to slip it on. It’s bulky and stiff and one sleeve is a little longer than the other, but once he wears it a few times, it’ll get better. Though he does have one concern, “This made of someone?”

“O-On the inside yeh, b-b-but the outside is a-all sheepy yarn so.. s-so nobody gonna know!” Nubbins explains with all the excitement in the world.

Can’t take the suspense anymore, Bobby asks him again, more loudly, “You-You like it?”

“S’pose I do.” Drayton answers this time, a look of pride in his face as he smoothes the buttons on his new jacket down, “You boys done good.”

Both twins bounce up on the balls of their feet and spin in celebratory circles. One of ‘em or maybe both is gigglin’ their head off, the noise inspiring Bubba to do some excited whining too. They all three clasp hands for a second, confirming their idea was a good one and they did a good job.

It’s Nubbins that pulls away from the celebration because he remembers, “We ain’t in t-trouble for wakin’ you up?”

Drayton gives a sigh, and knows better. Can’t crush their spirits already, on their very first holiday. He lets them off the hook with a false warning, barely any bite to his words, “Not this time- But just this once, now. Y’all know better’n that.”

Maybe it’s old age changin’ him, or maybe the revelation that the boys have so much interest outside of the home these days, in a world so different from the technology void he grew up in. Now they’re full grown and it ain’t the same keepin’ them on a short leash, cain't barely get them to listen. Got him extra quick to beat any kind of acting out clean out of ‘em, knowin’ he can’t handle their rebellion if it grew, but that’s the issue, ain’t it. Outright said themselves that they was actin’ so bad ‘cause he’s been extra cruel to them. Things is gonna change.

Drayton wears the present they made him and lets them have their merry Christmas. Would be a shame to punish ‘em when they already ran to open presents they made or found for one another now, wrapped in tidy little animal hides under the tree. It feels disturbingly normal, to sit on a bone sofa and watch them unveil a skull bone with a watch face stuck in the eye, or a new leather mask painted to resemble an iconic prefered blonde.

There’s no changin’ their ways or the damage of violence he sowed over the last few decades in them, but maybe he can give up a little bit of control to let ‘em have their fun. Just enough. Won’t live in no lawless household, but a happy one wouldn’t be so bad.

[tangyangie]

Hello I hope you are doing well! You can ignore this but I appreciate you for taking the time to read this!

Could you maybe do a Denki kaminari and Shinsou Hitoshi as well as Tamaki Amajiki with a Sly Fox best friend? (As in they have a fox tail with fox ears as well)

Other than that everything else could be whatever and you can add your own characters and stuff and make the reader whatever you want like gender neutral and etc! I hope you have a wonderful day!

underhand 🌁

characters. denki kaminari, shinsou hitoshi, + tamaki amajiki

summary. mha boys x gn!reader with fox tail/ears, written as platonic but you can consider it whatever

notes. you wrote sly fox so i'm kinda assuming the personality here... but i hope you enjoy it!!

— d e n k i

you're totally his favorite person ever.

you laugh at him his jokes, you hang out with him, and you're adorable??

he likes watching your tail. mostly when you're happy. he doesn't mean to be creepy, he just enjoys watching it sway side to side...

one time he accidentally shocked you. both your tail and your ears stuck straight up, so you can expect more shocks from him from now on—oopsies.

you put people in funny scenarios together. what do you mean that mistletoe wasn't there earlier? what do mean it's not christmas?? i see the ornaments right there.

you guys basically get all of your ships together. people have become scared of you guys locking someone into a trunk to get them to kiss someone.

one time, he asked you how well you can control your tail. you whacked him in the face, and he fell backwards, with his head leading the fall.

(he was fine. a little emotionally damaged, but fine.)

— s h i n s o u

he's intrigued. he wonders how it works, that's all.

one time, he hypnotized you, and your tail automatically started to move like a ticking clock. it was so funny, he couldn't stop laughing. even after you snapped out of it.

little did you know, not only was your tail moving, but your ears were turning in synchronization with your tail.

shinsou likes to touch your ears. and tail. he doesn't mean it, he's just drawn to it. we already know he's a cat person, and foxes aren't too far off.

he gives really good ear scratches, by the way. one time, you swore you began rolling on the floor because of how nice the scratches felt.

he lets you lay your head in his lap. he finds it relaxing as he feels your tail swing back and forth to the beat in your head.

sometimes you guys accidentally fall asleep on the couch together while watching tv. he awakes to being suffocated by an oddly fluffy rope. attached to your butt.

— t a m a k i

your personalities are like night and day.

he's too scared to even face a crowd, yet you're running around, smiling and screaming.

he likes to hide himself behind you. no matter how short or tall you are. if it's not enough, he'll take your tail to cover himself up even more.

please please please take care of him and make sure nothing you say could come off as insulting!! he'd probably find something else to hide behind.

but, as sly as you are, you guys are a pretty perfect match. he's quiet, but you're able to brighten him up. (mostly when you're alone, though. don't get your hopes up)

one time, he accidentally stepped on your tail. he disappeared for hours.

once you found him, you had to convince him that it was okay for him to come out.

he thinks it's interesting, though. he wondered if he could get a fox tail and ears as well... but decided against it.

because, being his best friend, you'd know how his quirk works. and... you'd have known what he did to get your cute little ears and tail.

notes. i'm so sorry this was kinda short but i totally ran out of ideas for tamaki. i'm really sorry if it's ooc but i racked my brain and this was the best i could do 😭😭

[copperbadge]

Well, the plan for NaClYoHo today was to go back into the storage locker, get out the plant pots that I'd stashed in there, and bring them in so that I could do some new planting. I had to kill off most of my plants when the gnats got into them, and the easiest way was simply to dump them, pots and all, into a trash bag and throw them out; none of the pots were very valuable, and I managed to save the plants I cared about by tossing the rest. The pots I'd put into storage about a year ago will be handy in rebuilding the garden.

But I'd been holding off on new planting because I wanted to be absolutely positive I was gnat-free and not giving them a new place to nest first, and this morning I caught a gnat in the kitchen. The rule I made was seven days with no live gnats buzzing around me and no dead ones in the traps I have out, so

[ID: An image of Idris Elba from Pacific Rim; he looks up dramatically as he says, in caption, "Reset the clock!"]

Fuckin' kaiju.

Anyway, one of the big decisions I made was to do away with one of the cat trees and replace it with a breakfast table (hence the stool shopping yesterday, I wanted a tall cafe table with a bar chair) and since I managed to get those purchased, I figured I'd dismantle the cat tree and move it out before the furniture arrived. It took a remarkably long time, so it's most of the work I'll be doing today, cleaning-wise.

[ID: A photo looking down into a large cardboard box; filling the box are several worn-out scratching posts and a handful of fabric-covered platforms from the disassembled cat tree.]

Polk came out to inspect the empty space where their tree used to be and complain loudly, but she wasn't using it and neither was Dearborn and it was shedding twine and catnip everywhere. I got them a new scratching post and they'll like putting their butts all over my breakfast table, it'll be fine.

I believe I did this last year, but if not I'm making it a tradition starting this year, that the last day in November is always reserved for setting up the Christmas tree and breaking out the decorations. I'm not a big Christmas guy and I don't have a lot of decor, but I like hanging ornaments on the tree, most of which have sentimental meaning, and it's a nice way to transition from November Busy Cleaning Hurry Month to Stay Inside With Blankets Because It's December.

There's still a bunch to do on my "Cleaning" list, but I got a lot done, so I'm giving myself a break and working on the rest over time. I hope you all have a good last few days and that you feel good about what you've accomplished!

[fynnthefeline]

Hey there, fabulous fur-friends! 🐾

🎄✨ It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m feeling extra festive in my cozy little house—decorated just for the occasion! Can we talk about this straw star? A purr-sonal touch of holiday magic shining bright, just like me. 🌟

First, I made a grand entrance down my stairs, green eyes sparkling like ornaments. Then… well, let’s say I tested the art of multitasking—cat inside, floofy butt outside! 😹

But don’t worry, I made it back down with plenty of blinking kisses for the camera. 🎥💚 The sunshine, the love, the joy—it’s all here, fur-friends.

Sending warm purrs and holiday cuddles to everyone tonight. May your homes be full of light, laughter, and maybe a straw star or two. 🎄💫

Merry Christmas Eve from me to you! 🐾✨

Fynn 🐾 #FynnsTales

[friendlyloner]

Finished the cursed Autobot and the tiny cat ornament, but now they're sitting on my desk waiting for me to wash and iron them along with a bunch of other finishes that have been waiting for their final touches. I'm hoping to do a big finish round up for the year over my holiday hiatus but as of today work is already trying to encroach on my 2 weeks and like the millennial with a new mortgage I am, I will take the work over unpaid vacation.

It's been a quietish lately, recovery from my extraction is going slower than I'd hoped and I spent the weekend not doing any of the Christmas type shit I'd meant to and mostly sat on the couch and stitched. Got a bug up my ass to try and start and finish the small piece on dark blue that's going to be a baby elephant asleep on the moon. My cousin and her husband are coming in from Alberta for Christmas and she's in the baby way, a big deal for her because her previous pregnancy was ectopic and fairly traumatic. Elephants were her favorite growing up so I decided to try and whip this out to give in person since who knows when the Canada Post strike will end. I would say I'm being driven by hubris but as you can see the Xbox remote for my husband is nearly finished and it seems like it's fairly doable.

Work has decided to send me out to our satellite location to take over for the guy on our team out there who's bailing to go back to our sister show when it starts up again in the new year. It's probably going to be longer days, definitely a longer commute home, but comes with a significant raise. Plus it's only for 6 weeks before we're done for the season. Going to try and shoehorn a bunch of meal prep in over my break so I can have easy food to fall back on.

Christmas is weird when you're a childless atheist. I wanna get into that more but I also really need to go to the bathroom and this post is already pretty long. Next time I guess.

I am kinda liking doing this journaling thing with the framework of stitching updates. I like that it's mostly just chatting into the void. It'll be neat to have something to look back on and I've never been able to just journal for the sake of journaling and stick to it.

All of the below handles are just ripped from Instagram because I am lazy

The Xbox remote is by @theneedleandfloss

The Squirrel butt is from @dailycrossstitch

The yellow on dark blue is going to be a sleepy elephant on the moon and it's by @xstitchbyta

The yellow on light blue is a stabby duck of mysterious origin I had in my "free shit" pattern folder

[milfzatannaz]

We collect ornaments in my family but there are NO GOOD ornaments for me. The Morpheus ornament was mid, I would’ve wanted Death, and every orange cat ornament is butt ugly and I want my Goosey to have a cute ornament bc I didn’t get him a first Christmas one

[bonefall]

I read your post that mentioned cedar chips and now you've gotten me thinking about trading/exports in the Clans. So if ShadowClan were to trade cedar chips to others (since they live in a pine forest), what would the other Clans offer? Fish oil from RiverClan maybe? BTW I love your worldbuilding!

Cedar chips are going to be something I have to put extra thought into... see, the UK is actually BUTT ASS barren when it comes to pine trees, mostly boasting my boy the Scots Pine, whose pollen is actually known for having gonadotropic effects

(In plain English that means that it produces T-boy Dust. Boy Powder, if you will. I featured it in my HRT Guide)

But other pine trees? Mostly introduced. ESPECIALLY cedar which is Lebanese. So that presents a question; who planted it, and where?

In the Forest Territories, it's likely that they were actually planted in ThunderClan. Cedars are ornamental and ThunderClan contains the hiking trail... unless, of course, there was some abandoned settlement or aesthetic park construction in ShadowClan and humans left cedar there.

In the Lake Territories? That WHOLE pine forest is probably an abandoned logging area. There's beech there too-- another famously introduced English tree that can't self-propagate in this Northern area. Anyway, that would mean ShadowClan is the one with easy access to cedar chips.

It would be interesting if the Clan cats were actually responsible for propagating certain trees... hmm...

Wouldn't it be funny if ShadowClan did some raids on ThunderClan to find their cedar trees and steal cones? That might be fun. Get some Botany Warfare going on.

ANYWAY

Whoever has the chips has a very valuable resource to trade indeed.

RiverClan can offer fish oil and pottery.

WindClan has a lot of bones and pelts from the sheer amount of rabbits they eat, plus flax when they control the Mothermouth Moorland... and tunnelbuns

ShadowClan has a wide array of useful things, pitch, possibly flax when they have the Mothermouth Moor, lower quality clay, the cedar chips, herbs.

ThunderClan has honey, pitch as well, different types of pelts, feathers, lumber in HUGE abundance.

[asianfoodgrocerusa]

Top 10 Asian Candy Online Back from Your Childhood

Nobody can deny being captivated by Asian culture, even though we may never completely get the attraction of schoolgirls or peace signs. Why does Sailor Moon wear those spherical hair ornaments? Are there really water dragons, and if so, are they friendly? These alluring characteristics are present in the Asian Candies and snacks as well as the Land of the Rising Sun has created some of the oddest candies in the whole globe that is famous as Asian Candy.

Add some Asian candies as well as Aggretsuko Snacks some to the Easter egg hunt this year to take the tradition to the next level! Because they'll still be haunted by eating fish-flavored snacks, your kids will love trying something new, and you won't have to listen to them whine about how they prefer dark chocolate to milk the next year. With one of these fantabulous Asian candy online, give your children teh taste of your childhood in an unique way with these Asian Candy Online:

Takoyaki Gummy

What one doesn't enjoy a hot octopus fritter? You may now take these goodies with you everywhere you go. Japanese evil geniuses decided to turn the flavours of heated octopus, green onions, bread crumbs, ginger, and mayo into candies. According to online data, it doesn't taste particularly fishy, so ardent seafood eaters will need to find another source of enjoyment because this candy will make your day and mouthfull of sweetness with Asian Candy online.

KitKat

You've been eating these chocolate-covered wafers all your life, but did you know that Japan also sells them in a range of dubious flavours? You may sample baked potato, soybean, cherry blossom, macha tea, pumpkin, French salt, and a variety of other foods. Just don't tell Gramps about it; he's still a fan of the oldie but goodie.

Popin' Cookin' Homemade Candy Sushi

Fish isn't your thing? Make your own sweet sashimi instead of eating the barely alive fishy pals you'll get in Japanese eateries and this is one of a tastiest Aggretsuko Snack. While it may not be particularly conventional, you will nonetheless be as joyful as a living clam. These sugary delicacies are interactive, so your child can go wild creating inventive rolls that would make even the most skilled sushi chef cry with delight.

Collagen Gummi Candy

Botox is just for avian use. This is one goodie from Little Mary Sue's basket that you'll want to steal. She's only four, yet her skin still has a very young appearance. To avoid needing collagen injections in your face, stuff collagen candies in your mouth. Okay, so it won't have a significant impact on your skin, but it will taste good! There are several flavours of gummy collagen candy available, so you can certainly find one that matches your preferences. Anyone for "fruit and veg"?

Shin-Chan Butt Pudding with Crayons

Crayon Shin-Chan, a cunning youngster who loves to moon people, is a legendary figure in the manga world. With the help of this oddly delectable butt pudding mould, you can now enjoy the full moon in the comfort of your own kitchen. Commenters claim that it has a flavour that is slightly reminiscent of vanilla, which begs the question: How did the producers tie vanilla to hineys?

CaféCat: A Set of Adorable Cat Marshmallows

Are you sick of seeing your kids crawl around the floor requesting milk bowls? Appease your daughter with these charming marshmallow cats before she grows up and becomes a cat lady. These cat-themed accessories are ideal for cocoa mugs and will keep your youngsters occupied even after Easter.

Meiji Gummy Candy

Check out the variety of gummy items from renowned candy company Meiji if you're a fan of Asian candies Along with their colourful gummy candy, these little Japanese cola bottles are among our favourites. While these peach-flavored gummies are infused with white peach juice and 2,800 mg of collagen to increase skin elasticity, these chewy grape-flavored sweets mix the sweet and acidic flavours of genuine grape juice.

Pocky 

Pocky, crunchy biscuit sticks covered in chocolate, have been one of the most well-liked snack foods in Japan ever since the Glico firm first offered them to customers in the 1960s. Other flavours outside the standard chocolate include strawberry, banana, cookies and cream, and green tea.

Some of our favourite Pocky products include the delicious milk chocolate and roasted almond-coated Almond Crush Chocolate Sticks, as well as their adult variations like the Amber Chocolate Sticks, which go great with whisky, and the Megami no Ruby Pocky, which have cheese, black pepper, clove, and three different berry aromas for pairing with red wine.

Black Thunder

Black Thunder bars are portable, pocket-sized chocolate treats that include rice puffs and chocolate-dipped biscuit bits. This Asian Candy has a variety of flavors to enjoy with easy to eat as chocolate bars, which are available in almost every convenience store in Japan and if you are living outside Japan you can get it by ordering Asian Candy online. In addition to the traditional chocolate taste, you can also get them in matcha and in a variation with bits of melted French butter within.

[iffoundreturntosea]

December 14, Day 348/349

Day 348 2015

#fall #christmastree #itschristmas #christmas #ornaments #beads #decoration #reflection #picoftheday #project365 #day348

Day 349 2016

#snowman #red #green #shadesofjolly #december #picoftheday #project365 #day349

Day 348 2017

Lark

#lark #horse #equinetherapy #animal #outdoors #nature #sunny #blueskies #fall #glassorb #throughthelookingglass #theupsidedown #december #picoftheday #project365 #day348

Day 348 2018

Having fun with Cat-Dog!

#havingfun #playtime #fun #funkopop #catdog #background #mac #outdoors #photograph #picture #bokehlicious #bokeh #december #picoftheday #project365 #day348

Day 348 2019

Good times with the family

#dad #smile #love #christmastime #family #wreath #nationalwreathsacrossamericaday #december #december14 #2019 #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day348

Day 349 2020

Needed to spread some positivity so I made this display at work 🌠

#makeawish #shootingstars #positivevibes #goodthingstocome #work #library #create #stars #neon #filter #filtered #filteredfun #december #december14 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day349

My wish was "Move back to the beach". That wish took longer than a year to come true but it finally did in 2022! It's not quite what I've been dreaming of for the past 10 years but it rarely ever is. I'm having to deal with or learn how to deal with that my dreams keep changing.

Day 348 2021

More than a duck butt

#duck #nature #water #creek #liquidgold #color #duckfeet #duckbutt #december #december14 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day348

Day 348 2022

What I believe to be a fairy ring mushroom (Marasmius oreades) on its way out.

#fairyringmushroom #Marasmiusoreades #mushrooms #fungi #allcurledup #nothingbutgills #nature #december #december14 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #day348

Day 348 2023

The day got away from me, playing with filters

#discoball #mirrors #create #art #fun #pretty #glitters #december #december14 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #day348

Day 349 2024

A lovely rain shower rolled through. Had to take a minute to step out and feel the rain on my skin.

#upatree #dailytheme #tree #outdoors #rain #december #decemer14 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day349

[robotiv]

i spent 5 hours making a butt ugly “christmas tree” to hang on the wall becaus my cats are complete menaces and Will try to consume a normal christmas tree. yes christmas is a few days away. whatever.

the only two ornaments on the christmas tree are a lobster and an ornament that has my grandma on it and says she’s in heaven. vibes.

[ask-smolder34]

"We actually put plush ornaments on the bottommost branches of our Hearth's Warming tree for the cats to bat at. This keeps them from trying to swat the more breakable ones." ~Fluff Butt

This is a little question to any of y’all that want to respond:

Got any comfort objects/shows/sounds/whatevers? :3

"I have some cat toys that I bat around"

"The Dorm Cats and I share them" ~Fluff Butt

[copperbadge]

The Jonathan Adler 2022 holiday supplement has arrived! Nothing says happy holidays, light a candle in the darkness, and love your fellow man like a giant eyeball ala a propaganda poster from the novel 1984 staring up at you from the cover of a gift catalog. 

As I have in the past, I thought I’d share some highlights in an ongoing attempt to determine who, exactly, this is marketed towards. Other than, it would appear, fans of @pangur-and-grim​:

[ID: An image of a tree ornament labeled “Cat Ornament” and priced relatively reasonably at $28; the slightly abstract cat with large round eyes and pointy ears bears an uncanny resemblance to famous Tumblr cat influencer Pangur.]

Or perhaps you would prefer a Snornament (Snail Ornament): 

[ID: An ornament in the same style as above, but now depicting a skeptical looking snail, a good trick considering it has no facial features. I think it should really be called a Snauble or Snail Bauble.]

I’m so glad they showed me the reverse of these ornaments, because that’s what’s really going to sell people on them.

[ID: A photograph of a set of “Le Wink” ornaments, round discs with 1984 eyes painted on them and tassels hanging from them. An inset shows that they look exactly the same, except for the discs being different colors, on the other side.]

Do you need a gift for the man in your life? Why not get him....a bunch....of faces?

[ID: A page in the catalog labeled “GIFTS FOR HIM”, featuring an image of a vase with several unsettling partial faces sculpted into the side. It is captioned “a handsome head turner is on everyone’s list.”]

Perhaps an ass vase is more to his liking? (This one was such a buried lede, a tiny photo in the back of the catalogue, that it won this post’s “I gotta link to this on the website” award.)

[ID: A vase made entirely of shapely round protruding butts; one cheek has stars, another has a kiss mark on it in gold, and the small of the back appears to have corset piercings and lacing going up it.]

I will say this, Jonathan Adler skipped right past the “wine mom” marketing and went directly for the “pill auntie” vibe. 

[ID: A page from the catalog reading “GIANT ACRYLIC: Oversized solid acrylic sculptures bring a luminous glow to your lair with colors that change with the light.” The sculptures in question are giant acrylic pill capsules in a variety of colors, stamped “150mg” on the sides.]

Lastly, I’m pretty sure this two-page spread is the result of someone going “But what do we market to The Jews?” and someone else replying, “Menorahs...Mezuzahs....and blue shit.” 

The QUAALUDES pillow is an especially nice touch for Hanukkah. 

[ID: Most of a two-page spread showing Jonathan Adler’s Hanukkah offerings: some ceramic menorahs and a dreidel, gilded mezuzahs, an assortment of gold-and-blue fruit dishes, and half a page of basically just everything blue that they had in stock, including a long blue pillow with QUAALUDES printed on it in psychedelic font.] 

[mindninjax]

Exist for Love

Levi x Reader

Rating: E for Explicit

Warnings: Talk of Fertility issues, Angst with Happy Ending, Pregnancy, Sex, there’s sex it’s tame.

WC: 4K

a/n: Ok so welcome to my second and final admission for my own little Domestic Daydream collab. Holy shit this was such a blast I to host and I’m so glad y’all enjoyed it too. Once again check out the masterlist for more amazing pieces.

This piece is very very very special to my heart. If you’ve been here long enough you know my ultimate dream is to be a mother. Unfortunately my body has other plans for me and doesn’t necessarily wanna make it as easy as I want to have a baby. This fic is raw ok? I poured so so so so so many of my feelings into this because god fertility issues is fucking scary ok? It’s terrifying and sad and can cause so much fucking stress on a couple. But there’s absolutely nothing NOTHING more beautiful than finding each other again in the darkness. And in the last few weeks life’s been dark for me. And of course I’ve used Katsu as my comfort and it’s been a big help but when I sat down and wrote this idk there was so much emotion. Anyway I hope y’all enjoy it thanks for letting me be vulnerable.

It is amazing. The joy one can get from the tiniest little mark. One stroke of a line crossed over the other and your life is changed forever. You’re frantically wiping away the tears in your eye so they do not cloud your vision.

You’ve been mistaken before, countless times in fact. And each mistake left a bigger hole inside you, ripped at the edges and tore until you thought there was nothing left. A hole that your cats couldn’t fill, that your husband couldn’t fill, that the stupidly large amounts of money you spent on stuffed animals to cuddle at night, couldn’t fill-

No, it's there. Absolutely positively for sure. There. The little pink plus sign.

But just to be sure, a second and third test to cement the fact. One that reads, clear as day, that says the word. The word you’ve always been so afraid to utter. Like it was a curse, like you’d jinx it and it wouldn’t be true anymore.

You don’t say it now. You wait, until you’re with him. So the first time you say it, his disbelief can mirror yours. So you can share in this victory together .You pee on the stick, cap it, and set it on the counter to wait the agonizingly long 3 minutes. Until the answer is clear to you.

And now you lay on the bathroom floor, the cool linoleum against your back as you stare up at the ceiling, tracing the lines with your eyes. The journey of how you’d gotten to this point weighs on your mind.

You think of your husband now. Calm, cool, collected, steely eyes boring into yours, strong arms wrapping around you as you sobbed in this same spot you sit now. The bathroom littered with negative tests strewn about the floor like cigarette butts in a smoking lounge.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into his chest, throat burning from the wailing. He’d assured you there was nothing to be sorry about and whispered loving inspirational things in your ear:

“It’s not too late.”

“There are other options.”

“This isn’t the end for us.”

They were pretty, ornamental words that you think he doesn’t mean. Those were the darkest days. The sun didn’t shine bright, all the food in your mouth bitter and unpalatable. You retracted into yourself, a shell going through the motions. Nasty little thoughts making nests in the crevices of your mind and pulling you further and further from him.

A cashier in the grocery store called you sir once on accident, not even because you looked like a man. Just a slip of the tongue from saying it so many times to the previous three men that were in front of you in line, yet it still didn’t stop you from sobbing dreadfully in the car on the way home.

Were you not woman enough for anyone? What if he left you? Loved you just a little less. What if he stayed out of pity? You can see the worry etched into his face every morning as he sets a cup of tea in front of you. You can feel the hesitation of his fingers when they drag against your back as he strolls past you to leave for work. You can feel the distance of his emotion when he kisses your forehead and tells you in a hushed deep voice “I’ll be home late tonight. Don’t wait up. Get some rest.”

You’re pulled back to the present as you sit up quickly and stop the ringing of the timer sitting on the edge of the sink.  It’s time.  It’s time to look and cast away all doubt. You take a deep quivering breath and stand. The little blue and white stick flipped over on the sink, teasing all the answers. You step forward, flip it over, close your eyes and hold your breath.

A release of breath, a gasp, and then silence.

Fertility Treatments

In vitro fertilization

Adoption

The search history on Levi’s work computer terrorizes him, the cursor at the end of the word blinking impatiently as his finger hovers over the enter button. His mind races, asking a thousand questions and coming up with no answers. Is this the right thing? Is this what you want? Will this fix everything? Will this make you smile like you used to?

He digs the edge of his palms into his eyes, rubbing them until he’s seeing tiny little shining stars dancing in the darkness. It’s been so long since you laughed with him, smiled at him, hell, even reached your hand across the bed in your sleep to pull him closer to you. He’s losing you, he can feel it. And he can’t lose you.

There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. He hopes you know that, but when he looks into your sullen eyes, when he kisses your cold lips, when he listens to the sniffles and quiet sobs you try to hide from him each night, he loses a little bit of hope each time.

The work day drags, folders of cases are stacked on his desk. Levi doesn’t usually let the work get this behind but every time he opens a folder and sees a picture of a kid, or reads the details of the case, he slams it shut. He just wants to be home with you, making dinner or reading a book or watching that weird soft spoken painter on tv you like so much.

The atmosphere at home is frigid. Cold and unwelcoming and he feels like meat that’s been in the freezer too long. He’s never been good with communicating how he feels but it’s always been easy to show when it comes to you. But every touch feels distant. He sits in his car staring at the front door after the long day, the porch light on and beckoning to him. He’s decided to talk to you about the other options. He’ll fix this, be the husband you deserve.

He finds you in the living room, curled up and asleep on the couch. He smiles when he sees you breathing lightly, your eyelashes brushing against your cheeks as dreams swim behind your eyelids. You’re beautiful and he runs his fingers over your hair. Your eyes flutter open and for the first time in months you smile at him, a warm genuine smile with a light that shines behind your eyes.

"It’s time for bed,” he mutters in a deep baritone, caressing your face. You catch his hand before he pulls it away and his sharp grey eyes find yours, worry creeping into his features. “What is it?”

He searches your eyes desperately, though his expression barely changes. His skin is smooth, his eyes tired but wide, and his lips are pursed.

“Levi, I have to tell you something.”

He watches you sit up and feels you squeeze his hand, the titanium band around his finger glistening in the low light of the lamp sitting on the end table. Is this when you tell him you’re leaving? That you found someone who could give you everything you wanted? Someone who deserved you?

He gulps, eyes still locked on you.

Levi can’t lose you. You’re his world. He’s never loved anyone as much as he loves you. You’re the light in the darkest corners of his mind and he swears he’d do anything to fight for you and get you back. Anything he needed to—

“I’m pregnant.”

And then time stops.

And he blinks in astonishment.

The warmth pours back into the room the second the last syllable falls from your lips. He can feel you squeeze his hand again and he becomes painfully aware of every expression cascading across his face. Confusion, elation, relief, anxiety, and finally adoration. When he’s finished processing he opens his mouth then shuts it again and you smile.

“I went to my doctor this afternoon to confirm. She was luckily able to get me in on short notice. I’m 10 weeks,” you explain.

He can see the worry on your face when he still doesn’t say anything. He scolds himself for making the smile leave your face but he can’t stop reliving the horror of thinking you wanted to leave him.

“Levi?”

“I thought you were leaving me,” he says simply.

His voice wavers on the last word but he doesn’t think you hear it and he’s thankful for it. Your eyes widen in genuine shock and you look pained, like the lingering effects of a wound just made its rounds again.

“What? Why would you—“

“You have to ask? Did things feel normal to you?” he interrupts, frowning deeply and dropping his head. His bangs fall over his eyes and he turns away from you in shame.

“No,” you whisper. “I miss you Levi.”

“I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“I know. I know I shut you out. I know I pushed you away. I thought I didn’t deserve you. I thought I wasn’t enough for you. Because I’m broken. Because I couldn’t do the one thing I’m supposed to do naturally,” you say in a rush, voice trembling as you pull your knees up to your chest on the couch.

“You’re not broken,” he says through his teeth, growing angry at the implication that you’re not the most amazing thing in his life.

“Defective, then. I’m the toy you put back on the shelf because I don’t light up and make noises like the ones around me,” you continue, poking at the hurt you both feel right now.

“Stop.”

“It’s true.”

Until it finally erupts.

“I said stop!” Levi yells in a voice that almost doesn’t sound like him. His fists are clenched at his sides.

Very seldom does he raise his voice at you, but he can’t take much more. Levi has always thought you were the most amazing woman he’s ever known or ever will know.

For you to think… how you could ever think you were anything less than perfect causes the utmost frustration. Your eyes are filled with fat tears as you look up at him, lip trembling and on the brink of breaking down completely. He knows you’re thinking he’s going to explode on you, be angry and scold you.

But he doesn’t.

He clutches your face between his hands and stares down into your eyes. He uses his thumb to brush your cheek, right as the tear falls from your lashes and onto his thumb. Then he bends down and kisses you, slotting his lips against yours as a surprised squeak bubbles in your chest. He wraps a hand around the back of your neck to smush your lips harder against his. His eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows knitted together in frustration as he pours every fear, disappointment, and amorous relief into the connection of your lips.

The two of you stay with your lips pressed against each other, fingers curling into each other’s hair before you whimper, open your lips, and flick your tongue against the soft pink lips of your husband. His tongue slips into your mouth easily and suddenly the kiss is heated, passionate and his hands are running down your body and pulling you closer to him.

At this moment, you’re all he needs. In all moments you’re all he wants, and in a few months, you both will have created something beautiful that will always be a reminder of how much you love each other.

But now, Levi needs to have you. He needs to show you how much he missed you, he needs to show you how much he loves you. To his surprise, you pull back first to speak breathlessly against his lips.

“I’m sorry,” you say, your eyes still closed as you press your forehead against his. The wicked thoughts swirling in his mind threaten to spill out again and wrinkles form in brow as he tries to push them away.

“Just…” he speaks through his teeth like he’s pained and begging you for relief from it, “just be with me right now. I need you. You need me. Let me be with you. Let me feel you,” his voice cracks like dry earth that’s never seen water. “ Please .”

“I do need you Levi. I need you.”

When he opens his eyes, you’re peering into them with wide glassy irises before you take his face between your hands and kiss him tenderly. He wraps a strong arm around your waist, lifting you gently and pushing you to lie on your back on the couch. He kisses down your neck, warm breath casting a comforting blanket of calm and sensual bliss over you. Your fingers scratch at the buzzed hair of his undercut and instinctively pulls a groan of pleasure from your husband’s chest.

Levi takes his time littering the pieces of skin exposed by the scooped neckline of your t-shirt with kisses. He flicks his tongue over your clavicles and hears you intake a breath and arch up into his touch. It makes him smile against your collar bones. You still crave him, your body still craves him and without thinking you cling to him, pull him closer as you wrap your arms around his broad back.

Nimble fingers reach up to pull your head to the side and expose more of your neck to him, and when he bites down into the sensitive flesh there you moan and whisper his name into the darkness. He grunts in tandem with your sweet moan and for the first time in months he feels like the two of you are one again.

You paw at the edges of his shirt, grasping the fabric and tugging it up to expose his chest. He helps you pull it over his head and you both pause as your fingers coast over his naked chest. There's so much wonder in your expression as you trace the lines of his abs, the dip of his hips into the v where the seam of his underwear squeezes into his skin. His breathing trembles, goosebumps budding on his skin as you become engrossed in his beauty. He watches you, thankful that you’re looking at him like he’s the most beautiful work of art you’ve ever witnessed, the way you used to look at him before the fertility issues.

It’s cemented when you whisper, “Beautiful,” and pull him back down to kiss him. It’s your turn to bite his neck and when you do, the sharp pain makes him grunt and rut against your thigh, cock twitching in the confines of his slacks. You detach from his neck for him to pull your shirt over head and have him palm your tits. They’re so soft and malleable in his hands, but feel unfamiliar and he looks down in confusion and gasps quietly.

Your breasts are already fuller, nipples darkened and hardened and Levi’s Adam's apple bobs as he gulps down the spit forming in his mouth at how much he wants to suck them.

“Look at you. Already changing to be a mother. So gorgeous,” he whispers as he moves down to kiss your sternum.

You whimper and pull at his luscious hair when he finally obliges in his fantasy and pops your nipple into his warm mouth. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue then loses himself in your moans and whimpers as he sucks with gusto. Your hand has ripped from his hair and plunged its way between your bodies pressed together to rub his inflated cock through his pants.

He hisses, a curse escaping through his teeth as he rocks his hips up into your hand. The two of you revel in the pleasure you’re giving each other, him nibbling and sucking your tender breast and you gripping his dick as he humps against the fabric of his pants. He can feel precum leaking through and he’s ready to rip your pants off and take you.

As if you’re living permanently inside his head, you push your clothed cunt up against his cock and beg in a desperate little mewl, “Levi...p...please I need you...please..”

He moves quickly, pulling both your pants and underwear down your legs. You messily unbutton his pants and without pulling his pants or underwear down, desperate to have your hands on him you plunge your hand down his underwear and slip it up and down his hardened member.

Levi clenches his eyes closed, concentrating on your warm grip and not coming right now. He wants to spill inside you, every little bit of himself, to be one with you again. That thought drives his actions further, rolling his pants and underwear down his muscular thighs. He places his hand around yours on his dick and pulls it away. He kisses the back of your knuckles, intertwines his fingers with yours and lies it flat near your head. Balancing himself on his elbow he uses the tip of his cock to tease your entrance.

“So wet, so eager,” he groans, kissing your cheek.

You’re already so wet, slick dribbling down your ass and staining the couch. You’re panting as he runs his dick through your lips, tapping it gently against your clit and feeling you jerk up and lift your hips greedily. Your heat is irresistible and the craving intimacy of fucking you, fucking his wife, the mother of his child and pouring his undying love into you is something he can no longer go without.

“W...want you...please…” you mewl again.

His head at your entrance, he pushes his hips forward ever so slightly, feeling the beginning ecstasy of your stretched pussy around his cock. “Look at me,” he commands softly and when you open your eyes, tears are flowing down the sides of your face.

Levi thinks he can see the answer to all of life’s mysteries in your eyes, like everything is clear and whatever hurt he feels is gone the moment he sees the love mirrored in your eyes.

It’s affirmed when you say with no hesitation, no wavering confidence, “I love you Levi.”

He pushes all the way inside of you, thick cock head pushing past the tight ring of muscle, dragging against every ridge of your velvety walls and finally bottoming out to be connected with you again. He doesn’t realize tears are also cascading down his cheeks until your hand is caressing his face and wiping his tears away. He drops his head to bury it into your neck, and he stays embedded inside you, gathering his emotions, focusing on your clenching pussy, and your soft voice in his ear, repeating over and over how much you love him.

“I...I will always love you… no matter what happens,” he stammers, pulling back to look into your eyes, and it’s his turn to wipe your tears.

And then he pulls out of you and snaps back in, thrusting with all his might. Your hands drop to grasp his ass and pull him more into you. He’s breathing hard, grunting feral groans as he fucks you, deep and desperate. Both of you kiss all over each other’s bodies, sloppy, wet smacks that blend perfectly with the lewd squelching slaps of his balls against your ass.

Your cunt is squeezing him, tighter than it ever has and Levi wonders if it’s because of the pregnancy. It makes him drive harder into you, pulling wails of pleasure from you, his name exploding from your lips over and over. Your fingers dig into the cheeks of his ass, nails breaking the skin and he winces at the pain but doesn’t let up.

When your legs are shaking and your orgasm rips through you, Levi can feel your walls constrict and he pushes your legs closer to your chest, changing the angle his cock knocks against your insides and suddenly you’re yelling, a new sensation wracking your senses. He’s hitting a spot he’s never hit before and it feels like heaven to hear the way your pleasurable moans have changed.

He’s on the cusp of spilling into you, a few more thrusts and white thick cum, a buildup of all the cum he’s been wanting to paint your insides with, fills you. He cries out, a deep husky long moan before he plasters his lips against yours and holds your body against his. He’s shaking as you milk him dry, and when he thinks there’s no more he can give you, he collapses on top of you.

You both catch your breath, the musty scent of sex now filling the room, one more reminder of the love the two of you share for each other. You kiss his forehead, repeating “I love you” over and over. It’s so warm in your home now, the trembling icy cold Levi felt when he first walked in all but vanished now that he has you back in his arms. As both of your breathing slows, Levi knows it’ll be ok, at least for now. He smiles to himself as you drift off to sleep below him.

It is amazing. The joy one can get from the smallest little sound. One repeating little thump of a beat that signifies life and new beginnings. You put your hand over your husband’s as it rests atop your swollen belly. The obstetrician moves the cold wand over your belly to help you see your little miracle from a better angle.

“Would you like to know the sex?” she asks with a big smile.

You peer up at Levi hopefully and he sighs and rolls his eyes playfully before answering. “Sure, I think we’ve had enough surprises.”

“It’s a girl,” the doctor replies and you squeeze his hand in excitement. You’re beaming at him and he places a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“I’m going to go print a copy of the ultrasound and give you two a moment. Congratulations again!” she says shaking you and Levi’s hand.

When the door closes behind her you gaze lovingly at your bump, cradling it. “A girl. Ahh we have to think of names,” you say, putting a finger to your lip in a thinking motion.

“Actually, I thought of one,” Levi replies simply.

You look up at him, shock painting your features and then your expression turns into a testing smirk. “Aww you’ve been wanting a little girl haven’t you? Hoping she’ll be Daddy’s Little Princess?” you tease.

He blows out a faux annoyed breath and you chuckle. “You want to hear it or not?” he quips.

“Lay it on me Daddio,” you say chuckling at the nickname you know he can’t stand.

“Eliana.”

You blink. It’s… beautiful and strangely the moment he says it, you attach it to your unborn child as if she were meant to be named that. “That's beautiful, Levi. I love it,” you reply with genuine emotion. “How’d you think of it?”

He turns away, his cheeks dusting with red. “It means ‘god has answered’.”

You stifle a sob, your hormones always threatening to have you cry for any old thing. But this...this is different. You take his hand, crane your body to grab his face and make him look into your eyes. As always he’s beautiful and you secretly hope Eliana has his eyes. Your expression says you love him without you having to say it aloud and he nods as a tiny smile fights its way onto his face.

You squeeze his hand and whisper right before the doctor comes back into the room, “It’s perfect.”

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Lance Acting Like A Cat (Christmas Edition)

Christmas is coming up! And I'm sure we've seen videos of cats causing mischeif at this time of year. So here are some silly scenarios of Cat! Lance wreaking havoc.

Balan: There! The tree is nicely decorated! I can't wait for the guests to see this! *Hears a knock on the theater doors and goes to get it*

Lance: Such a beautiful sight. It would be a shame if someone were to destroy it. *Stares up at the tree, wiggles his butt, and jumps on it, bringing it down*

Balan: *Comes back to see the tree on the ground and Lance pouncing on an ornament* Lance! Bad elf-kitty!

Cass: Ooh! I can't wait to open my presents! *Tries to grab one*

Lance: My presents, now. *Pounces on Cass's hand while under the tree, preventing her from getting it*

Cass: Lance! Come on and let me have it!

Leo: I found the perfect gift. Now I just need to wrap this up. *Unrolls the wrapping paper*

Lance: What's this? I must lay here. *Lays on the wrapping paper*

Leo: Lance! Get off! I'm trying to wrap presents here!

Aria: Ah, the perfect weather for a nice cup of hot chocolate. *Sits in the chair and gets comfortable*

Lance: Hot chocolate? I must have it. *Tries to get it*

Aria: Lance! Back off! This is mine! *Moves her mug away from him*

Iben: *Hangs up the stocking* I wonder what will be placed in the stockings this year… *Goes to ask Balan*

Lance: Ooh! Are these toys? *Pounces on them and yanks them down*

Iben: *Sees the stockings are all on the floor* Really, Lance?

Rebecca: I love decorating for the holidays! *Puts an ornament on the Christmas tree*

Lance: Christmas is such a nice holiday. *Pounces on one of the ornaments and knocks it down, breaking it*

Rebecca: Are you serious, Lance?

Hope you all like this!