#cat proceeds to make biscuits

[too-cool-for-facebook]

Currently enamoured with the idea of Stan randomly being chosen by the Universal Cat Distribution System. I just love the idea of a cat crawling through a window Soos left open and making itself comfortable where it likes. Stan would say he doesn't want it, but of course he'd keep it, the big softie

[fcthots]

gus definitely lays on jason’s back when he sleeps and proceeds to step on his head. no doubt

-🪻

AHAHAHAHHAH. THIS HAS HAD ME DOUBLED OVER FOR FIVE MINUTES.

Jason has taken to sleeping on his stomach after The Incident™️.

A few months ago Jason was sleeping on his back with you curled up in his arms. Gus had fallen asleep in the junction of Jason’s neck and was peacefully resting

At first.

Gus got fussy and decided that the only place befitting for cat of his status to sleep on was Jason’s face. Gus gently clambered on up and plopped down on Jason’s face. What Gus did not realize, because he was a cat, is that Jason was already having a nightmare.

So while Jason would have ordinarily woken up, his dreams just incorporated it in. You were lucky that you woke up when Gus got up. You were lucky that Jason’s hand twitched (he was reaching up to unsuccessfully tear the hand off this mouth in his dream). You were lucky that you didn’t fall back asleep. But you opened your eyes and Jason was struggling to breathe and turning blue.

Gus was fast asleep and very upset when you moved him from his comfortable spot.

Suffice to say, Jason sleeps on his stomach now so Gus has less of a chance of smothering him in his sleep. Plus, Gus likes sleeping on Jason’s back better. Jason would love to say that the scratches on his back are from you when Dick spots them during training

But no

Jason’s obese cat was making biscuits on his back last night. How is he supposed to explain that to Dick? Fuck it, he’s just gonna lie and say it was you. He’s just gonna lie and say that you two had sex last night and totally didn’t spend half the night trying to trim Gus’s claws with oven mitts and Jason’s Red Hood armor.

[minisugakoobies]

Best friend’s bro trying to cheer OC up when they come home

🥺🥺🥺 Oh my god, YES, that is definitely something San would do!

So here's 700+ words about it. No warnings, other than PINING oh my god the pining!

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Meetings with your editor are never your favorite thing. But today's meeting was especially stressful, given all the "cutting back" going on at work. The staff size is shrinking and you feel like your neck is on the chopping block.

It feels like you've run the gauntlet by the time you get home. Mentally exhausted, back aching from holding yourself upright so rigidly during the meeting, trying to look interested, like a good employee.

But to get into your apartment, you need a key, and right now, yours appears to have fallen into the Bermuda Triangle via your purse. Swearing profusely, you dig through your bag for a few minutes, before finally finding what you need.

The door opens, then stops suddenly, like there's a weight on the other side. "What the f-"

Nero greets you. Not on the ground. In the air.

You take a step back, baffled laughter leaving your lips. Your black cat is suspended in the crack of the doorway, bright green eyes blinking at you in similar confusion, San's hands gently wrapped around his middle. Around Nero's neck is his little fish-spotted bowtie, the one that makes him look like a proper gentleman.

"Nero?"

“Mrow?” 

"Good afternoon, sajangnim," San's voice says from behind the door. He shifts Nero slightly, like he's snapping to attention. "Welcome home."

"Thank you," you giggle, giving Nero a chin scritch. You push on the door slightly, and San steps back, bringing Nero into his arms.

"Hi Noona," he grins. HIs fingers stroke the back of Nero's neck, which is one of Nero's favorite spots. Which San knows now, too. He and Nero are inseparable. 

“When did Nero get a job as our doorman?” you ask, sliding your shoes off before slipping into your house shoes. 

“Just today. And he’s doing such a good job, isn’t he?” San rubs Nero’s ears, earning a loud rumble in return. “Yes, he is.” 

It’s too cute, the way San fawns over your cat. Like he knows Nero has a piece of your heart. So he protects him. Protects it. 

It’s too cute and it’s too much to think about. 

You don’t lay down so much as collapse onto your couch, a loose pile of bones sprawling across the cushions. San takes a spot on the floor, leaning back against the couch. Nero leaps from San’s arms up onto your legs, where he proceeds to bake biscuits in the meat of your thigh. 

“Where’s Haneul?” you ask. Normally when San’s sister is working third shift, she’s up by now, zoning out in front of the tv until she has to get ready for work. 

“Jongho took her out for breakfast slash dinner,” San informs you. “Just me and Nero home.” 

“Well, good thing he’s here to keep you in line. And he got a promotion today, so I think someone’s earned an extra treat tonight.” Nero’s purring grows, ears pricking up at the word ‘treat.’ 

San passes you the remote. He watches you scroll through your Netflix queue for a few minutes. As your fingers run over Nero’s smooth coat, you wonder idly if San’s hair feels as soft as it looks. 

“What about me?” San tips his head back, letting it rest on the cushion beneath your hips while he glances at you. “It was my idea to make him doorman.” 

He pouts, but not his usual pout, not the one that makes you want to give him everything in the world, but a comic pout, bottom lip stretched to its limit, meant to do nothing more than to make you giggle. Which it does.

“Why’d you do that, anyway?”

Something shifts in San’s eyes.

“You said this morning that you had a meeting today. I remember how stressed you were after the last two. So when I heard you in the hall, cursing like a sailor, I figured maybe you could use a laugh.”

“Oh.” Looks like San knows other things now, too. “Oh, yeah, that’s - I did have a meeting. And it sucked. So, um, thanks.” Too many emotions swirl through you, your voice shrinking as you speak, unsure how to express how you feel. Or if you even should. “I appreciate it.” 

“Of course.” When he smiles, your chest physically aches. “Anything to see you smile, Noona.” 

There goes another piece of your heart.

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Previous installments of bff's lil bro San: one two three four

Tagging a few people who I think are interested @moni-logues @kiestrokes @augustbutwinter @sweetnspicy-noona @krystal-a @yeontan-my-love

[chemicalbride]

more pregnant dream because i love him so much

-dream would probably be freaking out at first when he relizes his symptoms are too close to that of a pregnancy. he's in denial for the first few weeks after he starts getting morning sickness, but he does try to hide it from george because they cant have a baby right now. not when their address trends on twitter every other week and they're still trying to figure out which friends are actually friends.

-he tells sapnap first. he takes advantage of george being out of the house with tony or something. he calls his best friend over into the living room, and sapnap can already tell something is wrong. dream's voice sounds off. dream finally tells sapnap that he's pregnant, but he sounds so sad about it that his first thought is that george doesn't want the baby and now he needs to beat his ass because the fuck?? dream clarifies that this is in fact not the case and he's just too scared to even tell george.

-what proceeds are the two strangest months of george's life. dream and sapnap are sneaking around to an ungody degree. they're always next to each other to the point that he's found dream alseep in sapnap's room more than once. dream even starts siding against him when george chooses sushi for dinner which immediately sends red flags to his brain. sapnap also becomes weirdly protective of dream? he doesn't let dream do a lot of heavy lifting or work out as much, and the one time george suggests that dream help him clean out the cats' litter boxes, sapnap instantly volunteers to do it.

-finally, george reaches his breaking point and asks what's wrong during dinner. dream looks pale and sapnap tries to deflect and for a quick second george honestly thinks that they've been sleeping together. but then dream sighs and goes to his room, leaving sapnap and george at the dinner table. george glares at sapnap the entire tme, willing his friend to tell him what the fuck is going on and sapnap just decides to look everywhere else.

-dream ends up showing george the pregnancy test and everything clicks into place for george. dream is pregnant. dream is pregnant with their baby. dream is pregnant with their baby and was too scared to tell george.

-george turns into a blubbering mess right away. and because george is crying, dream will also cry. and because dream is crying, sapnap will also be crying.

-patches and the other cats end up just staring at the trio of crying humans. they don't really know what's up, but they do enjoy dream's stomach becoming softer, it's great for biscuit making.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Thank you all so, so, soooo much for the love on this story! I'll be writing some brand new shit soon! Stay safe! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty.

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FIVE.

When you finally awaken, you expect to find yourself in your dorm, cozy and warm under your comforter as the cool spring morning air pools through your room. 

But when you find yourself curled up in a cage and not at all in your human form, you just about panic. The grogginess of your long-ass sleep fades and your head clears. 

’What the hell?’ you think. ‘Where am I?’  

The cage is rather large and easy to get around in with a cat toy here and your cat and water there. You’re curled up on a plushy, pink blanket that your paws have no choice but to make biscuits into, one of them wrapped in a bandage. 

Suddenly, as soon as you see your injured paw, all of the events from the night before come rushing back: your plans of a nice walk going awry; the rainstorm; injuring your paw; being rescued by an old lady being taken to a cat cafe. You can see that is where you are now. You see one of the employees busy cleaning off the tables in time for tomorrow, the sky outside dark. 

You truly must’ve been exhausted yesterday judging from the fact that you slept all throughout the day. You don’t remember waking up at all.

Your injury and exhaustion also explain why you haven’t transformed back into your human form: your body is recovering. Despite this, you still get up from your makeshift bed and begin to scratch at the bars of your cage. You have to get out of here. You have work tomorrow and Nemuri is probably worried sick.

“Hey!” you shout. “Hey, let me out of here! Get me out!”

Your shouts translate to loud, panicked meows that fall onto human ears and catch the attention of the old lady currently carrying out more hard cat food for the kitties.

You notice that her name tag reads “Koa” on it when she gets closer. “Oh, look who’s finally up!” she chuckles. “You’ve been out since last night, little one. Must’ve been exhausted.” 

You hit the cage bars again, scratching vigorously at them. Koa must know what you want because she sets the bag down and proceeds to open your cage. “Let’s take you out so you can get a good stretch in.”

This is a bad idea on her part because as soon as she lifts the latch to loosen the door and opens the cage, you’re jumping out of the cage and running for the door. 

When you land, you bite back a pained yowl as your injured paw presses into the floor. You’re still hurt, but you push through it, especially when you see two feet outside the cafe door. “Kitty, don’t!” one of the employees yells, but you’re already running to the door on fast legs, seeing your route to freedom. 

You’re only an inch away from the outside when you’re suddenly scooped up by some unfamiliar, secure, and strong hands. “Whoa, there,” the stranger says. “Where you think you’re goin’?” 

Your ears flatten and point backward as the deep, baritone, smooth-and-sweet-like-honey voice hits your eardrums. You know that voice. 

The stranger’s hands position you so you’re curled up against his chest, your tail in between your legs and your head in the crook of his arm. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops at the sight of the handsome face and tired eyes you have no choice but to stare up into. ‘Aizawa?’ you think in shock. ‘Da hell is he doing here?’  

Despite your initial shock at seeing him out of the halls of UA, you can’t help but notice how damn good he looks out of his jumpsuit and scarves. His shoulder-length, stark black hair is pulled back into a low bun that accentuates the sharp and rugged features of his face.

The gray sweater he swears outlines the hard lines of his pecs and biceps that you slightly feel curl against your small, furry body. Jeans look oh-so-good on him too. You yearn to see how they cup his supple ass or if they do much to hide the outline of his dick. 

And his smell! Your little pink nose twitches in delight at the scent of his cologne mingled with eucalyptus. It is like aromatherapy to you, the mingling scents instantly calming your frazzled state despite the very bad situation you’re in right now.

“Oh, Shouta!” Koa happily shouts, crossing the threshold of the cafe to greet him. “What brings you back here? Did you forget something?” 

Aizawa looks down at you, leaving you breathless at the sight of his gleaming eyes. They’re dark gray, so dark they could be black. “Yeah,” he replies bluntly. “This one.” He slightly lifts you up to show you to Koa. Your eyes widen at his words. What the fuck is he talking about? 

Koa looks up at him understandably. “Oh,” she realizes, smiling happily. “You wanna adopt her? I thought your apartment doesn’t allow for pets.”

Aizawa looks like he’s already regretting his decision. “It doesn’t,” he sighs, “but I think we can easily hide a cat. Plus, she’d keep Eri company. ...And me.” 

‘Eri?’ you wonder. ‘Who’s Eri?’  

Perhaps a woman in his life? Does he have a girlfriend? As your mind begins to overthink, you find yourself becoming more and more hopeless. Of course, he’d already have someone in his life as fine as he is. 

Koa scoffs in disbelief, looking overjoyed at Aizawa’s decision. “So you took my advice,” she says knowingly. Aizawa adverts his gaze as his cheeks turn pink. He blushes? You didn’t think he was capable of it.

“Well, let me not keep you waiting. You’re gonna have to sign some paperwork and pay out of pocket though.” Aizawa nods as they begin to walk behind the counter to proceed with the adoption process. 

All you can do is sit there and silently panic as you’re put into a cardboard carrier against your will. But you know better than to make a fuss since no one will listen to you. Koa is gentle with you as she places you in the carrier while Aizawa finishes paying for you and signing his signature on the pamphlet that was handed to him.

“So what made you want this one?” she asks curiously as she begins to process Aizawa’s payment. 

You crouch down low in the carrier, backed up as far as the carrier’s walls will allow you. You can’t help the way you tremble as you look up at Aizawa who peers down into the carrier at you. “I’m not sure,” he answers, sounding genuinely confused. “Guess there was just something about her.” 

When his eyes lock with yours, you’re immediately taken back to the night he stared at you with the same astonishment when you were Night Claw.

Would he ever give you those same eyes again if he knew your secret? That you were no more than the ordinary cat girl and counselor he barely spared a glance while at work? The thought makes you curl into yourself, refusing to sniff at Aizawa’s fingers when he wiggles them at you through the carrier’s barred door. 

When Koa finally finishes with the payment and paperwork, she passes you over to Aizawa who gingerly takes the carrier as if afraid to harm you. She ducks her head down to look at you, a happy smile on her wrinkled face. “Look at you, little one; only one day here and you’ve already got yourself a home!”

She turns to Aizawa, smirking. “Guess you really are a softie, huh?” Aizawa, once again, blushes as Koa laughs, patting him on the chest.

After giving him a free “first-time cat” care package filled with cat food, toys, shampoo, brushes, and other supplies, Koa tells you to be a good kitty and sends Aizawa on his way. You stay as still as you can as you feel the carrier slightly move with Aizawa as he walks to the cafe door. This is it. This is really happening. He really adopted you thinking you’re just an ordinary cat. 

At the sight of the outside world suddenly coming into view through the carrier door, your fight or flight begins to kick in again. “Shouta!” you shout. “Shouta, it’s me! It’s Y/N!” Loud yowls fall from your lips, desperate to make him listen and understand. 

Aizawa brings the carrier up to his face, his charcoal eyes staring into yours through the bars. “Damn, you’re a vocal one, aren’t you?” he murmurs to you.

He sticks his index finger through the carrier and you nip at him, crazy with desperation and frustration. “Come on, don’t be like that,” he chuckles softly. You meow at him again, annoyed. “Hush now; I’ve got ya.”

Though you listen to him, you’re not happy about it. You sit in silence, ears flat and tail swishing, as Aizawa places you into the leather seat of his car. The little space is clean and smells like a tropical island with a hint of coconut coming from the air freshener somewhere in the car.

Before Aizawa closes the door on you, he looks down at you again with the adoration only conjured by a man who adores himself some cats. 

“You’re comin’ home with me.”  

*********

Aizawa finally makes it back to his dorm with you as his new guest in tow.

You haven’t stopped yowling or wiggling around in your carrier since he got you.  

You put up a fuss in the car, so much so that Aizawa had to crank up the volume of his music to tune you out. During the ride, you tried to think of any way to escape, but the cardboard only allowed you so much to work with. You couldn’t bite or claw your way out, but maybe there was a way you could escape when you finally got into Aizawa’s home. 

You keep your plan in mind when Aizawa brings you into his very clean and very quiet dorm. From what you can see through the slits of the carrier door, you’re in his living room. You’re able to make out hardwood floors, gray furniture, and the island of a kitchen off on the right.

He places the carrier down on the floor and bends down to assist in freeing you. “Here you are,” he coos, unzipping the carrier. “Come on out. I won’t hurt you.” 

As if you prove that he won’t harm you, he stands and moves away from the carrier, allowing you the time and space to come to your own decision. Slowly and hesitantly, you rise from the carrier and slip out of the carrier, your paws feeling out the unfamiliar hardwood floors beneath you.

His dorm is very homely and pretty, surprisingly. Two sofas, a chair, and a glass coffee table sit in front of a flat screen where you can also see a stereo and an Xbox where a stack of video games sit: Mario Kart; The Last of Us; Call of Duty. You had no idea Aizawa was a gamer guy. 

You can see two other doors–one on your left and one on your right near the kitchen–that must be bedrooms. Your nose twitches with the scent of lemon pledge, as if Aizawa just got done cleaning, and lavender drifting through the air. Along the walls sit different framed photos, some of them being of Mic and Nemuri while others are of Aizawa’s high school days. He looks so different without his facial hair or that tired look in his eyes. 

In one of the pictures, you notice someone unfamiliar: a little girl with her off-white hair pinned back by red bows and dressed in the cutest dress while a very tired-looking Aizawa stands next to her as she sits on the lap of a mall Santa. She is beaming at the camera, utter joy and excitement on her face. 

‘Who is that?’ you wonder. 

“Eri, come here!” Aizawa suddenly hollers, making you flinch slightly. “I’ve got a surprise for you!”

The door beside the kitchen opens, revealing the same little girl you saw in the photo in footie pajamas and her hair pulled up into a long ponytail. “What is it, Daddy?” As soon as she gets a look at the tiny black cat in front of her, her eyes go wide. “A kitty!” She shouts, jumping out and down. 

Your ears flatten at the sheerness of her voice. “Shhh!” Aizawa shushes Eri, looking panicked. “You gotta keep quiet about her, okay? We can’t let anyone know we have a cat in here since it’s against the rules.”

Eri frantically nods, so fast that her ponytail bobs. Aizawa nods, happy with her commitment. “Good; now let’s feed her. I’m sure she’s hungry.” 

Eri giggles as she crouches down to gently pet you, her fingers caressing your head. You can’t even quite grasp what’s happening as you realize what the girl called Aizawa. 

‘Daddy?’ you think in utter confusion. Aizawa has a daughter? Does she have a mother? She has to! It’s the only logical explanation as to why she’s here. This means it’s true: Aizawa does have a woman in his life. 

You can’t help the disappointment that roils in your stomach as Eri continues to pet you. Then you just feel stupid. You had no chance with the guy, to begin with. One, he barely talks to you and two, after tonight, there’s no way you’d be able to shoot your shot. Add on the fact that he has a kid and it’d be a recipe for disaster.

‘It’s probably for the best,’ you think despite the utter emptiness you feel in your core. 

“Oooh, she’s so cute, Daddy!” Eri giggles as she begins to scratch the underside of your neck. You find yourself purring at the feeling. “What should we name her?”

Aizawa stands in the kitchen with the cat package Koa gave him, digging through it to find your food bowls. “Guess that one is to you, puddin’. But let’s think about it after we set up her stuff, okay?” 

Eri giggles happily as she skips into the kitchen to assist in helping her dad with your supplies. As they busy themselves with setting up your food and litter box, begin to go through the mental turmoil of planning your escape. ‘I’ve gotta get out of here,’ you think. ‘But how?’  

You turn to the locked door. With them distracted, you begin to totter towards the door on quick legs, trying in vain to make an escape. As you expected, Aizawa follows you to the door. “Why you keep runnin’ to the door?” he asks, staring down at you curiously. 

You stop to stare up at him and paw at the door, meowing in want at him. “You must like the outside, hm?” he asks, crouching down to meet you at your height. “Don’t worry; you’ll get a chance to get back out once we set you up. Now let’s get you fed.” You let him scoop you back up into his arms, the soft texture of his sweater feeling good against your fur and whiskers. 

After they feed you some tuna fish and a bowl of water, you decide to let the night go on without trying to escape, but analyzing every single space in Aizawa’s dorm as you do.

As you play with Eri who joyfully throws a ball at you and claps when you bring it back to her, you notice the two windows settled behind the couch facing the door. While they make great escape routes, they’re only cracked an inch and you’re sure Aizawa wouldn’t open them anymore. 

You figure after failing to find your escape routes that you might as well act as the perfect new addition to the duo’s little home. You meow for treats when expected to; paw at loose threads and locks of Eri’s gorgeous, stark white hair; purr when Eri’s fingers scratch at your ears or chin.

The little girl is having a ball, giggling in joy at everything you do. It is joy only accomplished through an innocent child and you already feel yourself growing attached to her. 

Aizawa doesn’t pay too much attention to you while Eri is up, only glancing at you from the TV now and again to give his daughter an adoring smile as she plays with her new pet.

Though you feel slightly successful and prideful at their happiness and knowing you’re the cause of it, you also know it cannot last forever. You know that if you can’t escape tonight, you’ll definitely have to do it tomorrow as soon as possible. There’s no telling when you’ll transform back into your human form again and you don't even want to imagine what will happen if that occurs. 

When the late-night finally falls, you feel that an escape tonight is definitely not possible. At this point, Aizawa is done cleaning up the kitchen and Eri has gone off to sleep with her door cracked so you can fit inside.

However, as you begin to tiptoe to her bedroom door, you are stopped by a sound that seems to be universal with all cats, hybrid or not: “Spss, spss.”  

Your ears twitch at the sound and you turn, finding Aizawa sitting on the couch near the window that is now a futon. He’s now dressed in his sweats and a black tank, his muscular arms begging to be touched. A blanket is bunched up beside him, serving as a cover for his makeshift bed.

You briefly wonder why he’s sleeping out here when he has a bedroom, but you suppose it’s for Eri’s protection. You’re not a pro or a parent, so you don’t really know. But you find yourself wanting to. 

Aizawa sits up on the futon, his muscular thighs spread over the edge. His grey eyes clink in the moonlight shining through the cherry blossom trees outside the window behind him, the silver light illuminating his face.

“Spss, spss,” he coos, wiggling his fingers lazily at you. “Here, kitty, kitty.” His voice is hushed to not wake Eri, but it still sounds as sweet as honey that drips over you and coats you in its sugary, sticky sweetness. “Come here,” he coos. 

Like a puppet on strings, you find yourself being beckoned forward by his sensual voice and fingers coaxing you closer. Fortunately, your sense of logic kicks in and you stop immediately, staring at him in the darkness of his dorm.

“What, you don’t like me?” he chuckles, smirking down at you. “I’m not as big and scary as I look.” 

He tries again to beckon you forward, curling his index finger in a “come hither” motion. Your heart accelerates in your chest and your body yearns to be close to his, but you stop yourself every single time the need comes.

You feel ashamed of yourself. You barely know the man! Cat or not, none of this is appropriate or something you could ever live down or forget about. Quickly, you turn around to find another place to wait out the night, but you’re stopped when Aizawa suddenly scoops you up. 

He chuckles at your squeak of surprise as he takes you over to the futon and sits down with you. He places you gently on his lap and proceeds to gently stroke your back. “There you go,” he chuckles softly in the quiet of the dorm. “Nice, right?”

His fingers move to stroke your tail, the rough pads of his calloused hand feeling all too good stimulating your fur. “Oh, you like that?” he murmurs. “I bet that feels good.” 

Your eyes flutter closed and you begin to purr despite your situation: sitting on your crush’s lap in his crib as a damn cat. ‘So good,’ your purrs tell him. ‘So, so good.’ Between his relaxing scent and the gentleness of his touch, you just about melt from it all. 

“Guess Koa’s advice did work,” he murmurs to you, continuing to stroke your fur. He transitions to your ears, gently scratching behind them. “You know, she told me to adopt a cat in order to feel less lonely in here. That’s a kicker, ain’t it? I’ve got a wonderful kid like Eri and yet I still feel so alone.” 

Though you still purr, you’re devastated at his confession. You feel slightly ashamed that such a profound and intimate thing is falling on your ears. It isn’t meant to. But then again, you’re just a cat… right?  

“It ain’t all the time,” Aizawa continues, still scratching atop your ears, “but at night when it’s just me, I start to feel it: that nagging loneliness. That want to be with someone. Mic gave me some advice to just start dating again, but who’d want some damaged good like me?”

He chuckles to himself at this, but it’s not funny. None of it is. 

‘You’re not damaged goods,’ you think, hurt by his statement. How could he–someone so intelligent, wise, and handsome–think of himself in such a way? You stare up at him, watching the moon reflect against those pools of grey you want to swim through. 

“It’s such a tragedy, isn’t it, kitty?” he asks you, not expecting a response. “I’m thirty-one, but I’m not gettin’ any younger. Soon, I’ll be sixty-one and alone while everyone around me is probably happy and married.” He sighs tiredly, moving to lie on his back on the futon. “It’s just so hard to open myself up sometimes. I’m afraid no one would like what they see in me.” 

You stare down at the exhausted, lonely, handsome man underneath you, wishing you could help him understand that you feel for him. That you understand his dilemma more than anything.

You get the feeling that he doesn’t share these thoughts with just anyone and you vow to yourself to never ever mention them after tonight. You press a paw to his beating heart and chest that falls and rises as you sit upon it, legs tucked underneath you. 

“I told you it’s tragic,” Aizawa dryly chuckles at you. “I try to tell Mic it isn’t enough to just meet someone, especially since I already have feelings for someone.”

His eyes stare off up at the ceiling as he absentmindedly strokes your head. “She doesn’t even know what she does to me,” he sighs wistfully. “I hope she’s okay.” 

Your ears flatten and your eyes widen suddenly, the new information processing in your head. And then comes the onslaught of utter disappointment that falls over you like an avalanche. 

‘Stop it,’ you chide yourself. ‘You knew damn well it’d never work. You never had a chance, to begin with.’ You feel tears begin to prick at your eyes, but you hide them behind a false yawn, your sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. 

Aizawa’s grey eyes trail back down to yours and he smiles at you. “Tired, kitty?” he chuckles.

He places a hand on your back, his hand so big that it covers your entire body. “C’mon, just rest here with me. You’re safe.” Unable to fend off the effects of your relaxed state, your eyes flutter closed and your purring begins to vanish as sleep slowly overtakes you.

“That’s it,” Aizawa coos. “Good girl.” 

The last thing you feel is that little flip of your stomach at being called a good girl and the warmth that curls within your body when Aizawa whispers a soft murmur of, “Goodnight.”  

Then sleep comes.

[big-buff-goth]

Wesker post-Uroburos is as Cat™ as he can get. (running on all fours, arching his back, hissing, etc)

RE5 Alternate ending: Chris just goes "Ok buddy that's enough chaos, you're coming home with me." and proceeds to pick him up by the scruff of his tentacles and he's just thrashing and clawing at Chris while he's doing everything in his power to restrain this oversized kitty

Wesker gets put inside a human-sized pet carrier and he hates it lol

(meanwhile on the ride home)

"You cannot keep me in this prison, Chris! I will make my escape!"

"Yeah yeah, save it, kitty."

pretty sure he likes to do biscuits with his claws when he's happy too.

[centuriantalevevo]

"All of the cats are cute! But I really like the one with the blue scarf, can I take him home with me?"

"If I give him some strawberry, will the blue catboy come home with me?"

"I've lost my kitten, I haven't heard him meow or purr in a while. He has the most beautiful eyes and his name is Ike Eveland, has anyone seen him?"

"Dear diary, my cat told me that a cuddle stray kitten was making a mess in my house today. I asked him what the naughty kitten looked like and he tapped the bottom of my monitor. Meow meow."

(Recorded it like that because you can only have one video in a post)

I want to adopt the blue one! I want to adopt the blue cat! I give him blue collar with a blue catdana with yellow accented shapes on it!! I will name him Ike Eveland and his nickname that I call him daily will be Caviar Toast! Just like I call Felippe Toast! I call him Raw Toast!

My Toast collection!

You walking down the street and you see a cAt bÖi and are like

I wanna take him home

Yoink

You're mine now....

WE'RE HAVING SOFT TACOS LATER! :D

And then you proceed to spoil him! And everything in the house is his!! He acts aloof but he lÖves you, he makes biscuits on your blankets for you. He's hard at work all day, he works harder than you because he runs a biscuit business at home don't you dare complain about school or work being hard!

Zooming.

That's it.

That's the post.

Post

[astrxlfinale]

kafkat settles on his chest. looks him, unblinking, in the eyes. makes biscuits with soft little paws.

Being set before those abyssal eyes could've been considered a death sentence for many, a frightening, mind itching circumstance for more. However it's within those very eyes that Caelus proceeds to find a little sense of home. The fact she took her sweet time trotting up here as if she owns the whole place was a sight for amused eyes all the same. "Had enough of adventurin' yourself for the time being?"

"That case, c'mon and settle... D'aw." Damn it! She always knew these little ways to tug at his heart strings! Watching as those little paws worked in forming their territory made his face nearly scrunch from the cuteness, in a way that only those who had animal companions could truly understand. Reaching for, tender care would be made in brushing along the fur upon the side of Kafkat's head.

"I know I've been a lil busy today. Sorry if it's been a little long. But, y'know what long times out mean, no? Ol' Cae here managed to reel in the goods."

Tempted as he was to let the biscuit making process simply continue, the gift had to be shared! It'd be quickly plucked from his pocket and unveiled from the packaged box it remained within. In truth, the level of extravagance for this to be graced to a cat is nuts to consider, yet, why would Caelus ever give a damn of other people's metrics? Similar to how Kafkat trots her own path, the Trailblaze long since abided by the truth only his heart could sing.

As such, that is exactly why a necklace made of luminous space pearls would be taken and fashioned upon Kafkat's neck. The state of the light remained modest, enough to let the glow be ethereal without it being too agitating.

"I was thinkin' about ya while raising some hell out there lil one. What do ya think?"

@kafkaisms

[silverserpent]

me: *nervous*

My cats: Ha! Fool! Don't you know I sense fear and discomfort? My moment has come! Here is the opportunity! I, the great predator of all time, shall strike in the moment I can make the most out of it!

also my cats: *proceed to cuddle up against me, purr and make biscuits*

Who said cats weren't nice or friendly? They straight up notice when I'm unwell and come to comfort me.

[fragileswift1313]

Writing a story about myself!

Kia ora, friends!

I want to preface this by apologising to anyone who might have been expecting regular posts - it turns out its kind of a lot of work to remake these posts in a way that fits and makes sense on Tumblr! I'm hoping this might get easier when Tumblr moves to ActivityPub, but I guess we will see. So in the meantime, cross-posts here might be a bit spotty, depending on the type of content and how much of it there is, But I haven't forgottem about you!!

Now, on with the show...

On Friday just gone, my anxiety was doing a big ol’ spike after I had an interview for a course I am hoping to get into (more on that in a later update - if I get in, that is), so when the plumbers and electrician showed up to fix some stuff, I pretended to not be home. This was pretty dumb because those things really do need fixing, but now they won’t get done til at least the day you’re reading this, but my brain said no and I wasn’t about to disagree. Long-story-short, when I was getting ready to go to the supermarket and the plumbers were still packing up their gear to leave, when I had an idea - I should write something about this. So I did.

Not all the details of this story are totally accurate to what actually happened - I only wish I had had the energy to shout at the people who were partially the source of my anxiety, but alas, I did not. But a lot of this is true. I’ve had a couple of passes at this now too, so hopefully it comes off as at least a little polished compared to what it looked like a couple of days ago when I first sat down to write. I’ve got a couple other things to talk about today, but before I get to those, here’s ‘A Story About Myself’…

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Seeing if Fara wanted a shallot (she did but only to fight)

Rebecca awoke at about 11am to the sound of someone knocking on their front door. They fucking hated it when people did that – no text, no call, just shows up at their door. They stayed quiet for a few moments, waiting to see if the random stranger outside would knock again. They didn’t, so Rebecca relaxed a little bit. They could hear two or maybe three men outside the door, working with tools and such. “What the fuck are they doing?” Rebecca whispered to themselves. Several minutes later, there was another knock. “For fuck sake…” again, Rebecca waited to see if another knock would come. It didn’t. Rebecca wasn’t sure how to proceed, they last thing they wanted was to alert these strangers to their presence, but they also didn’t want to spend however long the men outside would be there, hiding in bed, so they got up and went to feed Fara, the cat.

Rebecca then proceeded to spend the next few hours, while the men outside were doing whatever they were doing, playing video games, and talking to Fara whenever she came into the bedroom to graze on her biscuits. A few times they would get up and sneak a glance out the front windows to see the vehicle these strange men had arrived in, and one time they saw the blue lettering down the side of a white van – plumbers. “God damnit,” Rebecca muttered under their breath, “I forgot they were coming.” Rebecca had planned to make their house a little less hostile to anyone that wasn’t them but had instead just completely forgotten about it. So instead of doing the normal, reasonable-brain thing and inviting the plumbers inside and simply apologising for the mess, Rebecca’s anxieties, practically all of them, spiked, and all they could do was hope and pray that the men outside would simply vanish soon, and then they could give the plumbers a call on Monday to sort it all out.

Several hours went by, until finally, they couldn’t take it anymore. They had to leave the house. The plumbers were still outside, but there was no sign of when they might leave. So, Rebecca got dressed, put on their Bluetooth headphones, and opened the front door. They stepped out and almost immediately ran directly into one of the plumbers. “We’ve been trying to-“ he started when Rebecca looked at him and blurted out “I’ve got covid!” Rebecca then promptly stormed off toward the street while the plumber stood there, not sure what to make of what just happened. Another plumber was coming around the corner, “Hey, are y-“ “Covid!” Rebecca shouted, without looking or slowing down. The second plumber also left dumbstruck, looked at the first one who looked to him and just shook his head, shrugging.

Rebecca did not, in fact, have covid. It was just the first thing their stressed brain could think of to say to get these strange men who were giving her so much anxiety. All of the anxiety. It wasn’t their best ad lib, but it did the trick.

The plumbers were, finally, gone when Rebecca got home again. They fumbled for the front door key in the dim glow of the sensor light, unlocked the door, and stepped through. Once inside, their cat Fara greeted them with a soft little meow, curled up on Rebecca’s warmest coat draped over a chair – if was Fara’s current favourite place to sleep. “Hewwo darling,” Rebecca smiled. Fara smiled back. “Awh you hungwy?” Rebecca asked, rhetorically, Fara was always hungry. At the sound of those words Fara stood slowly and stretched herself out. “Aww big stretch!” Rebecca gave Fara a little chin scratch and then went to the cupboard for the cat biscuits and wet food pouches. It had been a process, finding the exactly right food that Fara would consistently eat, but once Rebecca had finally figured it out, there was no way they would attempt to change it up. Fara was the fussiest little bitch they had ever met. But she was so pretty.

Rebecca didn’t know what kind of cat Fara was; likely just a mixed breed, a tabby, but she had the biggest, fattest, fuzziest little tail they had ever seen. It was like a raccoon’s tail; it was so bushy. And Fara’s fur was super soft. Fara had adopted Rebecca a few months after they moved into their current house. One day Fara just started showing up and watching Rebecca from the fence, so Rebecca decided to try feeding her. It wasn’t long before Fara started showing up nearly every day and expecting food, and then not long after that that she was showing up every day and staying over most nights. It was at that point that Rebecca had decided this cat probably needed a name. They settled on Fara Sherazi, the name of a character from a TV show they liked, and it took no time at all for Fara to begin recognising and responding to the name.

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I hope you liked this! This was an interesting excercise for me because even though I have been using they/them pronouns for coming up almost four years now, I’ve never tried to write a story with a central character who is non-binary against a cast of other characters with no names or real identities like this - I hope it wasn’t too confusing! I got a little confused myself when trying to decide if I should use a pronoun or just repeat my character name instead for clarity haha. This is definitely something I want to work on more though, and if you have any specific feedback about it I would love to hear from you!

Before I let you go, I want to let you all know that I have finished The Marvellous Mrs Maisel now and that piece I’ve been teasing about is almost ready - it will most likely be the drop for next Monday unless I finish it sooner, but it might surprise you to know that I’m leaning a little less hard on it as I was in the beginning. I’m still not happy, but I’m not going to be quite as mean as I originally intended.

And one last thing; I mentioned a little while back that I am planning on doing a bit of streaming on Twitch, and I am still working on that, but it’s taking a little longer than I’d have liked to get into a good routine because of some health problems. I haven’t forgotten! It’s just taking a bit longer. And speaking of things that are taking a bit longer: my Tabitha serial story is still on the way, but I think I was just a bit over ambitious about what I could potentially commit to - it’s coming, but it might not be until around the end of the year at this point, so I’m sorry if you are excited for that! You’ll just have to wait a wee while longer for that to start.

As always, thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate it. If you like what I do here, please consider telling a friend, or sharing a post you liked on social media! I don’t do advertising of any kind except yelling about it on my social medias when I remember, so for me to grow I need your help! Any comments, questions, suggestions, leave them in the comments or hit me up on the aforementioned socials (links at the bottom of the page)!

Have a great week everyone, I’ll talk to you again soon. Ka kite anō au i a koe. 💚

- Rebecca

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[lokust]

Yalll I can’t sleep and I’m still workin on a fic BUT cat Miguel is EATING AT MY BRAIN.

Consider the following

Miguel, like a cat, causes problems specifically for attention. His pointless smartass remarks have the same energy as a cat pushing a glass off your counter. It’s all for spite and a reaction.

One minute, he could be nudging against you and demanding pets/rubs… the next he may look at you as if you are the bane of his existence and proceed to curl up by himself.

He loves head pets, but the moment you touch his tum, he’s ready to fight.

He gets spooked so easily. He will flinch and hiss at whatever has spooked him- including inanimate objects or random noises.

He PURRS. Playing with his hair? Purring. Scratching his chin? Purring. Rubbing his back? Purring.

On that same note, back rubs put him to sleep INSTANTLY. He curls up, letting you scratch up and down his back while he snoozes n purrs.

And on the topic of him sleeping, he makes biscuits in his sleep. He doesn’t do it when he’s awake because it’s embarrassing and he makes a conscious effort not to.

If he really really trusts you, he’ll let you tickle him, BUT he still hisses and growls through his giggles because he literally cannot help it.

He will push and paw at your hands just like a kitten when you get his tum because, again, he can’t help it. And if you really get him?? His claws and fangs come out.

Refuses to admit he’s catlike at all, but if you “pspsps” at him, he immediately turns to look at you to see what you want/need.

In conclusion…

Cat Miguel thank you.

BUT THIS ONE IS ABOUT TICKLING, MIGUEL TRYING TO HISS/GROWL WHILE BEING TICKLED

NO BC @/ticklishfanart made this one piece where he’s growling bc he’s trying to hold back his laughter and OHHHH MY GOD i think abt it daily /pos

[dat-bruv-person]

I just wanna stay warm w lucifer, asmo, satan, diavolo and beel. Is that too much to ask??

˚ ༘♡˚ sweater weather

a/n: imagine matching sweaters w asmo oml imma get writing 🏃🏾💨

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly <3

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Lucifer drinks more tea than usual and sits you on his lap whilst he shoves tea and biscuits in your mouth. Lucifer gets you a pair of his gloves but padded so you guys can be matching but also be warm at the same time. Lucifer lets you wear his cloak sometimes, either that or he hugs you whilst wrapping you in it with him.

Asmo gets you and him matching everything: matching earmuffs, sweaters, scarves- everything. Asmo thinks autumn means decking out on the pumpkin lattes and cinnamon, so you'll never hear the end of it. Asmo wants autumn cuddles and sex-

Satan goes out cat hunting with you and snuggles them with you all day. Satan rubs your cheeks and rubs his cat against your cheek as well. Satan's love for cats goes beyond his love for you/hj. Satan makes his cat jump on your back with uncut claws. Satan is goofy but you love him all the same, especially during autumn.

Diavolo smothers you in his breasts when you even mention the word cold. Diavolo puts his uniform on you and laughs heartily as the fact you can't see. Diavolo sleeps on top of you so you are covered in his scent and can't breathe. Diavolo pokes your cheeks lovingly. Diavolo's hands are so big they cover both of yours.

Beel takes you all around Devildom is search of the best food for the season. Beel challenges you to a competition to see who can finish their pumpkin latte first. You and Beel have used tonnes of cinnamon and ginger just to make gingerbread every day. You and Beel make gingerbread houses from scratch. Beel gets foam all over his mouth, he knows this, but proceeds to kiss you anyway <3

[eldritch-spouse]

Can I take Breg to the beach or hiking? I feel like he hates water like a cat

[Not at all!]

(Minors dni)

Hiking might not be a bad idea, all things considered! It might even become something the breeder is fond on, all in all. And a good way to tire him out. Breg has a lot of stamina and pent up energy, not all of it can be burnt out buzzing around your home or hogging you for attention. Being that he's rather tall and well-built, you won't have much of a problem, or rather, you will- You'll have trouble keeping up with him. This is like a field day for Breg, he loves seeing Nature and finding out new things, just don't let him chase after animals like a wild dog. I wouldn't say get a leash (do it), but maybe keep a good hold of his hand.

This monster will absolute climb things as opposed to finding a way around, Breg will ignore trails in favor of sinking his claws into a mountain and clawing his way up with little to no trouble. It's quite concerning, and horrifying, how quickly he can cover distances like that. But as an originally cave-dwelling species that is used to having to wade through uneven terrain, what were you expecting? Overall, I'd say taking Breg hiking with you is akin to taking a hyperactive labrador to a huge dog park and watching it get the zoomies.

The beach is a whole other story. Breg actually wanted to try it for a while! First, get him shorts please. Second, remind him to not constantly stare at you just because you're half-naked. Third, avoid eating ice cream in front of him, just don't. After that's settled, prepare to have Breg insistently drag you over to a bucket of sand (where did he get it??). He wants you to teach him how to make a sand castle! Please? Inevitably, he will ruin it and proceed to sulk over it. The breeder has a small bucket list of things he wants to do once he's at a beach, and one such is to eat the conches and whelks.

Legitimately, he will walk into a beach, find the nearest scallop, crunch on it like it's a biscuit and go- "I'm satisfied, this is what I wanted." Please, don't let him eat anything he catches or dig though the sand like an animal.

Contrary to your assumption, Breg is fine with water. However, he cannot swim properly- Only float and flail like an idiot. This means he will probably panic at some point and whisper-scream at you to guide him out when he inevitably starts floating away from the shore. With long limbs and such a dexterous tail, there's no doubt he'd be a good swimmer, Breg just never learnt. He may avoid large bodies of water, but it's not out of distaste for getting wet. He just knows he'll likely drown.

[worstlovesong]

Someone needs to tell my cat that it’s not polite to put her claws in someone’s jugular and proceed to make biscuits

Someone needs to tell my cat it’s not polite to lick off people’s lipgloss

[wri0thesley]

I understand if you got too many requests or are not interested but... maybe you'd like to entertain the neko curse situation but reverse the situation? Meaning it's the jjk men who got hit by that curse and turned into nekos! Maybe they tried to protect their s/o and ended up changed themselves but somehow before disappearing the curse left a mark on the s/o and the effects won't be reversed until the mark disappears (so no easy idle transmutation to solve this problem, mahito~)

not sfw, minors dni!

♡ —-> below the cut: gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, mahito, naoya, choso <—-  ♡

♡ Gojo immediately asks you if you think he’s a cute cat; which of course, you do. He’s got fluffy white ears and a majestic fluffy white tail that you desperately want to pet. He immediately, too, knows how to fix the curse - but the way you’re looking at him is so interesting that he can’t pass up a chance to see if you’ll make a move on him like this.

You end up curled up against him, your fingers delicately petting the soft, thick white fur of his ears whilst his eyes go half-lidded and he murmurs something about how he could get used to this. He tells you that he doesn’t think that being a lap cat is such a bad profession, actually, so long as the lap that he gets to sleep in is yours. 

- ♡ -

♡ Nanami is not sure how to proceed. He’s rather like a cat already; a solitary, elegant creature who doesn’t trouble himself to exceed more effort than he has to unless the situation calls for it. But actually having the features of a cat is different. He doesn’t like how sensitive his new ears are (especially when he tries to call Gojo). He doesn’t like how his tail fits in his tailored slacks. He works out the mark almost immediately - and then wants to go back to his place so the two of you can discuss breaking the curse, in private, before anyone sees what has happened to him.

He will not want to be intimate whilst he’s the one with the cat ears and tail; he’s too nervous for that. But he will accept gentle strokes, scritches behind the ear, a delicate top-to-tail rub from the back of his neck and onwards until his back arches and he sighs, a rumbling purr emanating from his throat. 

- ♡ -

♡ Geto does not want this to have happened. He is a well-mannered, polite curse user who uses his honeyed tones and his way of persuasion to bring people over to his side - and the new ears and tail that he is having to get used to are making people not take him seriously. He’s a very smart man; from the minute it happens, he’s running through all of the curses he has on him that might be able to help him figure out how to help.

Unfortunately, Nanako and Mimiko think that their father figure with cat-like instinct is the cutest thing in the world, and he keeps getting accidentally distracted by toys they throw for him or the stick with a dangling feather they’ve somehow procured. Part of him wants to tell them off; part of him can’t help but smile to see them having fun. If you join in with Nanako and Mimiko, though, Geto’s eyes go very dark and his smirk turns very crooked - and you can bet that, cat ears or no cat ears, Geto will punish you for being so forward later on tonight. 

- ♡ -

♡ Toji is grunting and grumbling about the curse, reaching up to scratch at the dark-furred ears protruding from his head. You bite back your cry of how adorable he looks; there’s a scowl on his face that you know is bad news, as his eyes fly over the mark on your wrist and he heaves a world-weary sigh. “Guess we’ve gotta work this one out together, huh?” He asks you, wry smile tugging at scarred lips. “C’mere--”

He pulls you into his lap, his hands massive as he gets you comfortable. He’s like a cat padding into his blankets, making biscuits on the soft meat of his thighs as he presses his chin onto your shoulders and begins to muse aloud about all of the ways that he can think of that he can get the curse to lift.

You can’t help but squirm as he kneads your skin, your ass pressing directly against the bulge in his pants as his breathing gets more ragged - and eventually, you’re pinned down onto the sofa beneath him, his tail flicking, agitated, as he murmurs; “You’ve really got me goin’ now, sweetheart--”

- ♡ -

♡ Sukuna … yes, Sukuna isn’t happy about it. He doesn’t think the King of Curses should be cute. This curse can sense his energy, and there are clearly tiger ears or big cat ears perched on his head, his tail long and thick - but still. He’s mad that he’s been made fun of, he’s mad that the curse has happened, he’s mad that the curse had the nerve to lay its mark on you when you’re his beloved little pet and his property and only he should ever be allowed to. If he can’t break out of it straight away, he’s smart and powerful enough to have formulated a plan before the end of the night.

But Sukuna’s sex drive is as insatiable as the rest of him, and he cannot go one night without burying himself within the tight, warm confines of your body. You will be pinned beneath him by four claws, a gazelle pinned beneath a tiger as he grins down at you aware that he is very much ‘the predator catching his prey’. You will enjoy his method of catching. 

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito is very interested in this new development. Honestly, he’s not overtly attached to his ‘human’ form - he uses his idle transfiguration on himself with little thought - and he quite likes the ears and the tail, and he certainly likes the way you look at him and curiously reach out to give him scratches on the sensitive new additions. He’s a little embarrassed by the low vibration that comes from his throat, the purr at being touched - but he’s also a creature interested in new developments and new sensations, and this certainly falls into both of those ball parks. The real problem is when he realises he can no longer use the transmutation to get into his other forms. He needs to be able to do that, for all of his plans - it doesn’t matter if he can still transmute humans, he wants the freedom to do whatever he wants to his own form. Mahito is determined when he sets his mind to it, and the moment he realises the mark on you is somehow connected to his new state, he is not going to rest until the both of you have gotten to the bottom of things.

Yes, he’ll explore how it feels to be petted and have his tail tugged and be collared in bed before you do that, though. Mahito takes every opportunity as one for pleasure, and he finds that even though you’re his little human pet first and foremost, he doesn’t mind if the roles are reversed as long as it’s temporary. 

-  ♡ -

♡ Naoya absolutely hates this development. He is the goddamn future leader of the Zen’in clan, and nobody is going to take him seriously with a tail sticking out of the waistband of his hakama and a pair of ears that don’t match his hair tufting from his head. He tries very hard to hide them from absolutely everyone, jamming his tail in his clothes and a hat on his head and trying extremely hard not to get distracted by passing shiny lights dancing on the windowpanes. When he figures out it’s something to do with the mark on you, he might blame you for it a little bit - but he insists that if you help him sort out the predicament he’s in, he’ll be lenient on you during your punishment.

As a cat, he’s a hissing, spitting fussy little thing - when the question of intimacy does come up, he’s still willing and wanting to fuck you, but he’s even more animalistic than usual. Nails-come-claws digging into your bare skin, slightly elongated fangs scraping along your soft skin. 

- ♡ -

♡ Choso is perplexed by the tail and the ears, hesitantly reaching up to touch them and shooting you awkward looks. He even tries to hide them from you at first, worried you’ll be upset by it - but when you look at them with your lip bitten and gently pet the base of his tail so his back arches, he realises that you’re not disgusted, just . . . interested. They don’t exactly get in his way, but he’s definitely flustered by the way people look at him with new additions. He doesn’t want to draw more attention than necessary to himself. The thing that upsets him most is that the mark is on your body; he wants this to be his own burden to bear, and he hates himself for getting you dragged into it. 

He’ll let you touch his new additions hesitantly whilst the two of you are intimate, but he won’t initiate. He gets all awkward and flustered by the petting, surprised by how turned on he is when you coo that he’s such a good kitty for you--

- ♡ -

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Feeling shite but inspired

I’ve picked up sewing to distract myself from the current situation with my cat. Also, I simply needed a new hobby.

Anyways, I’ve started making plushies (by hand) and having a blast with it. But it also got me thinking about two things:

1. Sewing a wolf plushie for tattoo artist!Alfie which he basically takes with him everywhere he goes. It results in him sending you various goofy pictures as he travels the world and a wee message that, though convoluted on first glance, tells you he misses you. For example, he’ll be sitting down at a restaurant somewhere and put the plushie on the opposite seat, propping it up until it looks like it’s actually seated for food. The message might be somewhere along the lines of: “Sharing food is good for bonding. People have been doing it for centuries, but while the little chap across me is charming, I don’t think I’ll have much of a bond with him.”

Nobody says anything about it, afraid of what reaction it might trigger. That is, no one but Tommy. And Alfie certainly isn’t afraid to let on he indeed fancies you.

Now this is meant to be shared. Hold on, mate, let’s commemorate this.

*proceeds to grab the plushie and take a photo to send you*

2. Sitting in a comfortable chair overlooking the water in Alfie’s home, sewing. Normally, it’s his chair, but he gladly gives it up to you just so he can see how serious yet serene you get while working with needle and thread. He loves to sit on the couch opposite you, watching (yet trying to make it seem as if doesn’t).

The gentleman man that he is, he will make sure you won’t forget to eat and drink. So, whenever he thinks you should take a break, he’ll serve tea with biscuits or scones.

Unless it’s lunchtime. He’ll whip out a luxurious sandwich, prepared with the bread he made. If it’s late, there will be glasses of rum and chocolates.

*carefully reaches for your knee to grab your attention*

Little dove, you need a break. Let’s have some tea, yeah?

Just to boast a wee bit, here’s my current project. And I do have to say, it’s coming along quite nicely.😸