#kitty☆writes

[suosteacup]

Pancakes ~redux~

pairing: Kozume Kenma x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 0.8k

tw/cw: post-timeskip, food, Kenma and reader are newlyweds here, one swear word from Kenma, kitten as a term of endearment from Kenma to you.

a/n: a rehashed version of an old Kenma drabble I wrote on @/mrskodzuken. Thank you Mari @littleplantfreak for betareading this AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ilysfm 😘 Star dividers by @cafekitsune + support banner by @adornedwithlight 🫶🏻 tagging @pixelcafe-network

The whole house is quiet on an early Sunday morning, save for some tapping and cracking sounds coming from inside the kitchen. A soft plop! can also be heard as Kenma carefully discards a stray egg shell away from the pancake batter mix using a spoon. He then slowly pours fresh milk into a liquid measuring cup until it reaches the desired level, before carefully adding it to the mixture. Next, he picks a measuring spoon nearby, unscrews the cap off a bottle of vegetable oil, and adds two tablespoons of it into the batter.

It’s unusual for Kozume Kenma to wake up early in the morning, much less cook breakfast, but today is very special; the reason why he woke up earlier today is to make you breakfast in bed—after a month of saying “I do’s” to each other, to make your favorite kiwi fruit pancakes with love.

He remembers something you’d said almost a year ago, while having a friendly date at a cafe just beside Kuro’s office one early morning…

“You know, Kenken? When I get married, I’ll ask my husband-to-be to make me pancakes like this one day,” you say to Kenma as you take an IG-worthy photo of a plate of kiwi fruit pancakes drizzled—no, heavily soaked—in maple syrup on your phone.

“Ehhh… really? Well, good luck to him, I guess.” He looks at you with a shit-faced grin plastered on his face. “That ‘one day’ is going to turn into ‘one week’, ‘one month’, and so on—ow!”

“Zip it, Puddinghead. As if I would force him to make pancakes everyday, you know?” you tell Kenma poutily, waving a forkful of pancake in front of his face before stuffing it up to your mouth. “I’m not that cruel~”

He sighs in defeat and smiles sheepishly before taking a sip of his latte.

“Okay, okay, if you say so…”

After slightly mixing the batter, Kenma adds the minced kiwi fruit that he prepared earlier and whisks it in until fully mixed. He then proceeds to dip a ladleful of the batter into the preheated pan, quickly shaping some of the corners with a clean toothpick to resemble cat ears before the bottom side completely cooks.

“Cute,” he chuckles softly, looking proud of his ‘artwork’.

“It sure is…”

Kenma suddenly jumps from where he’s standing, his golden cat-like orbs widening. He slowly turns his head around to see you peeking over his shoulder, sleep still evident on your face.

Your husband holds his breath in for a second before letting it go as butterflies start fluttering inside his stomach. “H-hi, Y/N, my love. Morning.” Fuck. Kenma internally slaps his mouth after messing up his greeting.

“Hi, Kenma, my love… g’morning~” Kenma feels your arms snaking around his waist as you snuggle closer to him from behind. He notices you looking at what’s into the pan and—Kenma finds this adorably endearing—your eyes twinkle as they widen a bit, sleepiness a thing of the past.

“Pancakes! And they’re cat-shaped, too!”

He hums and smiles, slightly checking the bottom side for any signs of browning before flipping the cooked side of the pancake with a spatula. Bringing his free hand to gently pat your head, he says in a matter-of-fact voice, “Did I also mention that they’re kiwi fruit pancakes?”

“Huh? Kiwi… fruit?”

Kenma feels your embrace around his waist getting a bit tighter. His cheeks gradually heat up as he silently continues on making another pancake, with you still hugging him.

He finally speaks in a soft voice. “Um… y-yeah. Because you told me to make one for you when we get married one day…”

“Oh. That conversation we had at the cafe that time…” You smile, both of you fondly remembering the memory.

“Yeah.”

Kenma silently cooks the remaining pancakes, the only sound heard in the kitchen is the slight sizzle of the pancake batter cooking. He feels your weight shifting from behind, strands of your hair tickling the side of his neck. He wonders if you can still feel his heart beating loudly just as he can feel yours.

“Y/N, kitten? Still sleepy? I’m almost done here, you should sit down and wait for me. Then we can eat breakfast together—“

A sniffle. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He then glances at your small form in alarm before quickly turning your attention back to the last piece of pancake, bringing the pan to a big plate sitting nearby before tilting it down, the cooked pancake sliding off and on top of the stack. Kenma turns off the stove. “Y/N… are, are you crying?”

You snuggle closer behind your husband again in reply—Kenma can feel a slight wetness forming at the back of his shirt, accompanied by a few sniffles and chuckles.

“Thank you for remembering. Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for loving me, all my flaws and strong points. Thank you for marrying me. My bestest friend in the entire universe. My love. My everything… I love you, Kenma.”

Kenma holds your hand and kisses it softly, smiling. “I love you too, my Y/N.”

And he really loves you back. More than everything in the world.

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[mischievous-thunder]

It's him, Johnny. Logan himself is the source. He tried to get out of the Void that way and failed.

[foldingfittedsheets]

My nana maternal grandmother who taught me swears had one of the most ridiculous pet names for her cat when I was growing up. For reasons known only to her, she simply called the cat: Kitty Kitty Meow Meow. The creature in question was an absolute love bug and lived to be almost twenty.

When I was dating my last boyfriend Brendan we ended up living with his mom briefly before we moved up north together, and his sister lived at home too. One day I was sitting in the kitchen and heard Brendan call teasingly to his sister, “Okay, Miss Kitty Kitty Meow Meow!”

His sister laughed but my head shot up. “What did you just say?”

Brendan ambled over to me, “Oh, it’s an old inside joke. There was this one day I was riding the bus to Charlie’s house and I heard this girl on the bus say her grandma’s cat was named Kitty Kitty Meow Meow. It was so stupid I rushed home to tell my sister. It’s like naming a dog Doggy Doggy Bark Bark.” He was hysterically giggling just relating this story.

I stared at him.

I said, “Charlie and I were on the same bus route.”

He blinked, his giggles tapering down and slowly started to frown.

“That girl was me. That is the name of my nana’s cat.”

It turned out that while Brendan, a year younger than me, had never met me before we both graduated high school, he had apparently sat behind me once on the bus and turned a brief snippet of my life into a meme with his sister. Then a decade later we met through Charlie in college and went on to date. We were both flabbergasted by this coincidence.

But there was one more twist in store for me. I told my family about the way our paths had crossed before we ever dated and they thought it was hilarious.

Then a few weeks later I got a frantic call from my parents while they were in California visiting my paternal grandmother.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?”

There was weird excited static and thumps as the phone passed around and I heard my dad in the background urging my grandma, “Tell her!”

My grandma said ponderously, “You know my cats name is Kiki.”

“Of course, it’s a really cute name.”

“Your dad wants me to tell you the full thing.”

My eyes widened. I could not believe what was about to happen to me but I knew it was coming.

“Her name is Ki-Ki Meow Meow.”

I got it on both sides. Both my grandmas, in different states, with no contact, had named their cats the same silly ridiculous thing. I immediately ran to tell Brendan who laughed so hard he almost threw up.

[xochimillilili]

Need more of you kinky fucks to talk about how fucking good it is to be mutually subby with someone. The desperate whiny humping, the drooling and moaning into each other's mouths as we dumbly make out, the biting and scratching and needy groping, and making a pretty mess of cum on each other

Really just euphoric to cuddle and hump away, two dumb horny pets moaning and whining please at each other, both being such good fucking pets as we cum at the same time, whining and whispering I love you and falling asleep in each other's arms, all spent and fucked out in each other's cum

[bruciemilf]

“Jean is team mom” “Ororo is team mom” SILENCE. Enough of you reducing women to maternal archetypes because you can’t be bothered to explore deeper meanings to their character.

LOGAN is team mom.

“Logan, can you buy us—“ “no” (buys the thing anyway)

Is constantly scolding his kids students for putting themselves in danger

Plans fun activities (life threatening danger room drills)

Handles the rebellious phases. You think Scott has the mental strength to deal with the fury of a teenage girl who can throw fireworks when she’s mad? I think not.

Hank can barely convince Jubilee to do her homework. Charles mentally checked out a long time ago.

Takes Jubilee, Kitty and Laura shopping. If he doesn’t like something, he’ll give them the blankets ‘that’s cute. I wouldn’t buy it.’ In the world

“What do you think, I’m made of money? We’re getting milk and that’s it.” — leaves with half the store

Is the kid’s emergency contact AND attends everyone’s PTA meetings.

No, ELIZABETH, He won’t be staying up all night cooking vegan cupcakes for your precious angel. He’s gonna buy them like a normal person.

Mom Stare (tm) that can turn you to stone

Will assign kids chores, complain they don’t do it correctly, proceeds to do it himself, then says no one helps around.

“You’re EXACTLY like your father” “…Are you talking about Scott—“ “of course I’m talking about Scott!”

Kitty wants to learn how to drive. He’s holding that safety handle till his hands get purple. “Check the mirror CHECK THE MIRROR—“ “it’s CHECKED :(( “ “CHECK SOME MORE”

Laura is his baby. Holds her everywhere. Will talk about her 24/7.

“Logan, do you know Bobby’s birthday? I need it for—“ “June 28th, Tuesday, 10:34:03 AM, blood type A, his nurse’s name was Susan, —“

Is in charge of birthday cakes. No one else.

If the kids feel down, or need someone to talk to, he’s got a 6th sense for it. Knocks on their door, Leland’s against the frame with his arm crossed, ‘wanna talk about it’ on his face.

The most insane lore you’ve ever heard

[st4rfckerz]

kitty!reader loooooves making rafe mad (mdni 18+)

Rafe's grip tightened on your hips as he slammed into you at an unforgiving pace, the headboard banging against the wall. His breath came in ragged gasps, sweat dripping down his face. The memory of you flirting with that guy at the party earlier fueled his anger and jealousy, causing him to thrust into you even more forcefully.

“You're mine, you hear me?” he growled through gritted teeth, one hand fisting in your hair and tugging your head back. “No one else gets to touch you like this. No one else makes you feel this good.”

“Fuck off.” you lazily spit at him. You were enjoying this, with your eyes glossed over and your lips perking up in a sneaky smile.

Rafe's eyes flashed with fury at your defiant words. He roughly shoved your shoulders back down onto the bed, pinning you face-first into the mattress. His weight bore down on you as he held your head firmly in place.

“You got a smart fuckin’ mouth, you know that?” His hips never faltered in their relentless rhythm, continuing to pound into her with bruising force. Your hands scrabbled at Rafe's forearm but he pinned your wrists behind your back with one large hand, keeping you completely immobilized.

“That's right, struggle for me,” Rafe purred darkly, a hint of cruelty in his tone. “You know I like it when you try to fight it, c’mon.” He shifted his hips, changing the angle so that each thrust hit that special spot inside you.

Despite your loud, pornographic moans filling the room, Rafe failed to notice the dazed smile still playing at the corners of your mouth. Everything you did tonight was on purpose because you knew he’d react this way. And naturally you got exactly what you wanted.

[tommyohnosworld]

“aw poor baby, you’re so wet! from just kissing, having my tongue in your mouth, hm? i bet if i put my fingers in your mouth, you’d drip onto the sheets, huh? who’s mouth is so fuckable and full? yes, good girl! your mouth, that’s right!”

my brain is on a level of horny i never knew existed

[asoftepiloguemylove]

WHY ARE YOU HAUNTED? // ON HAUNTED HOUSES

Frederick Kiesler Inside the Endless House // The Haunting of Hill House (2018) cr. Mike Flanagan // Lisa Robertson Magenta Soul Whip // Joan Tierney Why Are You Haunted? // V.C. Andrews // Heather Havrileskyb Haunted Womanhood // Shirley Jackson The Haunting of Hill House // The Haunting of Hill House cr. Mike Flanagan // Tracy K. Smith Ash // Anatomy (2016) cr. Kitty Horrorshow

[chloelovesu]

[suosteacup]

Shared this blurb with my fellow @/pixelcafe-network members yesterday about Suo + nipple play via Discord first, so why not also here? 🙂 No beta coz we cum and die like men; dividers by @cafekitsune

Imagine Suo coming home from patrolling the town one day only to find you sitting on the sofa scrolling through your phone screen, wearing a flimsy tank top and short flimsy shorts. Too much skin shown smh and on top of that, you’re not wearing anything underneath that tank top, so your boobs are seen-through the top + nipples are perking lol

Next thing you knew, you’re straddling onto his lap, whimpering and hands gripping tightly on his shoulders; your neck littered with hickeys—“so they’ll know whom you’re belong to”—and Suo is currently licking one of your tits through your top, a small patch of wetness forming around it thanks to him teasing your perky nipples. To add to the building sensation inside your stomach, he keeps on rubbing your throbbing pussy to and fro through your short shorts.

“S-suo… wait—“

He stops all but licking them buds. “Eh~? I thought we both agreed to calling each other on a first-name basis? It’s Hayato, remember… Y/N-chan?” His ruby-colored eye stares darkly at you, full of lust. You shiver at the sudden feeling.

“…Ha… Hayato, please…”

“Please what? Use your words, princess.”

“P-please make me cum from playing my nipples.”

Suo hums in delight and gently bites one abused bud through the flimsy fabric. “Here we go…” and starts sucking and licking on a nipple hard while one hand is flicking and scratching the other with his fingernails.

“Hayato… I’m gonna cum… C-CUMMIIIIIIIING!!!”

--+--

Bonus:

”Where are you going? We’re just getting started, princess—I haven’t tasted you yet.”

Another bonus:

"Barely, huh? When your sweet little pussy is twitching crazy to me? Liar." Suo says in a dark tone, the word ‘liar’ punctuated with a hard slap on your cunt, dipping two of his fingers between your puffy netherlips and gathering slick before bringing it to his lips. He sucks them with much gusto, pulling them away with a loud pop, grinning at your trembling form. "Sweet~ just the way I like it!"

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[mischievous-thunder]

Logan's the prettiest, cutest and softest kitty Wade's ever seen

[allmyhomieshatelawns]

DC x DP prompt kinda thing

Danny is Damien’s twin. In the League, they believe twins are born as opposites, usually complementary. one twin is always the “good” twin and one is always the “evil” twin.

the League will usually kill the twin they believe as “good” since they’re assassins and all that.

Talia being Talia and this being the prompt, she refuses to kill one of her twins, and instead hides one in the states, far from his father and across the world from her. he was supposed to be safe there.

she never “decides” which twin is supposed to be which, and even hides the fact she had twins from the rest of the League. Damien doesn’t know he has a twin.

normal Danny Phantom stuff happens to him. things happen he somehow ends up meeting Damien or one of the other bats or even a JL member that would recognize Dami’s or Bruce’s face, and they go “oh no”

when Damien finds out he’s got a twin, he freaks out trying to figure out which of them is the “evil” twin, and which is the “good” twin.

is one of them the “good/evil” twin? or is it arbitrary self-fulfilling prophecy? you decide~!

[xochimillilili]

I just want soft cuddlefucking. Arms holding me tightly, a nice slow deep fuck, kissing and praising me while wiping my tears away, fucking all the stupid sad out my head, reassuring me it'll be okay soon and that they've got me

[merakidoll]

nails clawing into the deep red sofa trying to get away from the large cock that fucked through your walls harshly. chants of his name could be heard, crowd waiting for their favorite performer to come out and serenade them, but unluckily for them - geto was in like with the cunt he was currently fucking to just stop. “getogetogeto just l-like uh! that bunny” he mumble chanting his name alongside with them, bucking his hips roughly making you clench, tightening around him. bitting his lips his hands pulled even tighter on the long braids that were in your head slapping your ass, and grunting loudly over your whines. “b-break! breakkkk” you cried feeling your pussy clench down without stopping a beat. you dug your teeth into the fabric of the couch, mascara tears and damp eyelash sticking together while your eyes rolled over, body convulsing as the overstimulation took over your body. “thata girl” he whispered pulling his dick out and jerking himself off over you. his long dark hair glued to his face, and smudged mascara adding on perfectly to his look. pulling the leather pants back up, heeled boots clacked against the floor, while he made his way to the loud crowd that screamed as soon as he came into view.

[ghostbsuter]

It's not that Danny didn't try to stop them.

It's more like they really don't want to leave him alone.

Clingy they are.

It's been a day since he's been adopted by the famous Brucie Wayne. He'd tried everything to creep the man out, but?? Who knew that those aspects would make him try to speed up the process?

It's only a day, and Ember already urges him to follow Shadow, who's been leading him on a wild goose chase around the Manor.

He can hear the barely there snicker from Johnny, Kitty's muffled giggle and Embers persisting tugs.

Danny curses once he's sure the butler wouldn't hear him, giving up and following the cat.

It leads him to an office room? Shadow disappears behind the bookshelf and Danny follows behind.

He did not expect an elevator, nor how far down it goes.

Nor the giant BATCAVE UNDERNEATH WAYNE MANOR.

"That's makes explaining so much easier now."

This also explains the eerily quiet during nighttime, so he takes the chair in front of the batcomputer and sits.

Laughing when johnny falls from the T-Rex statue, overall having a good time with the trio. Hell, he nearly missed the family coming back from how hard he's laughing.

When Batman's looming form overshadows any view on his friends, Danny sobers up quickly, giving a nervous smile.

"Heyyyy, so what if i kinda found this super sketchy place, hypothetical."

"Then, hypothetically of course, you would be given an explanation and choice." Batman's stoic stance and firm voice change, from sagged shoulders and tired sigh.

Hey, that's definitely a step up from vlad.

Ember is wiggling her two fingers behind Batman's head, he stifles his giggles and nearly topples over at Kitty making swooning noises at Barbara Gordon, who is watching from the screen.

He's so screwed.

[hyunievie]

[ 5.34pm ] tw : heavy degradation, choking, chan gets a lil mean !

sex with chan in the studio is always mind numbingly good, the male always seems to have pent up stress or frustration.

you, being the lovely girlfriend you are, offer to help him out.

"fuckkk, chan- channie." you stuttered out inbetween loud whimpers, taking advantage of the studio's soundproof walls. he had you bent over the couch, his hand tangled in your soft hair as he railed you into the next month, his lower torso snapping against your ass.

"feel good, princess? like it when i use you like this?" chan asked teasingly, a soft groan spilling from his plush lips as you clenched around his length, his hips stuttering momentarily. the hand he had on your hip trailed up your front, wrapping around the fragile skin of your throat gently, a warning.

his body draped itself over your back, his toned torso pressing against the sweat covered skin of your back, his lips finding themselves to the shell of your ear.

"answer me, baby. you like it when i use you like this, yeah? when i treat you like my little breeding bitch?" he snarled against your neck, his length reaching places you didn't know existed, causing your eyes to roll back as your mouth parted ever so slightly.

"y-yes channie- yes! love it so much, please- m' gonna cum." you babbled absentmindedly, only able to focus on the feeling of chan's hand around your neck as his length drilled into your abused cunt. his hand fell from your neck and started to rub quick circles on your clit, causing your thighs to tremble as your orgasm washed over you, your vision turning white as pleasure enveloped you.

a loud grunt fell from chan as he buried himself deep inside of you, painting your walls with his release as his forehead rested against the crook of your neck, his abs tightening with pleasure.

you both laid against eachother as you came down from your highs, heavy breaths filling the studio as you basked in eachother's presence, you wouldn't trade him for the world.

you loved being his stress toy. ♡