#tina 'if she fits She sits' kitten

[st4rry-fruitz]

she just plops down anywhere.....

[love-and-hisses]

Available for adoption (yes, still) and Tina's lookin' pretty in pink (she's wearing a weansie (weaning onesie) so that her milk will dry up. She only wears it when she's in the foster room with her kittens, which at this point is about 13 hours a day.) If she seems like your kind of sweet, playful, chatty girl, read the description below and email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at info@ffhsv.org to inquire. Tina (DOB 8/14/23) came to us from Huntsville Animal Services. Along with her came her three tiny kittens, Sydney, Richie and Jeff. We had a kitten, Carmy, who had tragically lost his mother and needed a mother and siblings; Tina and her kittens fit the bill. Tina didn't hesitate to take on Carmy and care for him as one of her own. She did a wonderful job with him - with them all - and now it's time for her to find her forever home where SHE can be the baby!⁠ Tina is a very sweet, friendly, SUPER playful and talkative girl. She is tiny at just over 6 1/2 pounds, but is loaded with personality.  (She is very small-framed, so it's likely she'll stay small.) She's got opinions and isn't afraid to share them. She tends to be more talkative in new situations and quieter once she's more comfortable, but if she wants something she is more than happy to let you know about it. She's super playful, enjoys jumping and running and chasing ping pong balls. She loves to bat spring toys around and she looooves catnip toys. She likes to be picked up and held on your shoulder and petted, she likes to sit next to you or in your lap and be petted, and… well, she just likes to be petted! She enjoys watching birds out the window, sitting in the sun, and keeping you company. She would be okay as an only cat, or - if introduced properly and very slowly - would likely be fine joining a home with another cat or cats.⁠ She has been spayed, vaccinated, and ID chipped, and is ready to go now.⁠ We are located in Huntsville, Alabama; out of area adoptions are allowed, but adopters must come here to complete the adoption since we haven't perfected our cat-delivery drone yet. Email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at INFO@FFHSV.ORG to inquire!

[chatdae]

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First reblog, by @ leyfin. 4 images. _image 1: subreddit titled "r/meth". story titled "My cat was an addict". Post is dated 1 mo. _image 2: screenshot of post text, reading "I first met her last year when I was fresh out of rehab and I was trying to get some meth in a sketchy dealer traphouse. The house's floors were covered in shattered pipe glasses and you couldn't see your front due to the so much smoke in the bathroom sized apartment. I felt deeply sorry for the cat, she was constantly meowing like screaming and tried to learn some background on her. Dealer said that he took her from its mother because he loved it so much said it was cute. I explained she needs her mother more and she shouldn't drink cow's milk and eat tuna fish at this age. She was also sick she had diarrhea (I guess from the foods) and her eyes had some kind of infection (I guess from the smoke?) I tried to tell the dealer it's not good for her but he didn't really listen. So I did what I gotta do ... I put the cat in my handbag (she was so small she fitted in it) and said I gotta go and blocked him. Meet Tina she's around 1 years old now. We got clean together. I quit meth because I didn't want to give the same bad environment for her." _Image 3: a grown cat. Fur is white with gray spots. It is lying on its side with its eyes closed, looking relaxed. It lays on top of a pillow and blanket. There is a plush toy dog next to it. _Image 4: same cat but as a kitten. It sits in a cardboard box, with a blanket placed at the bottom of the box. The kitten looks at the camera. _end id of first reblog.

Second reblog, @ peppermintmochafem. 1 image. _a person with brown hair sitting comfortably on a sofa. The person looks at the camera. An orange cat is lying on the person's chest. It rubs its face on the person's chin. _end id of second reblog.

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sobbing and crying at the woman who stole a meth addicted kitten from her dealer and then she and the kitten got clean together

[kuiinncedes]

sdfhgkfldsj idk what day this was 14 i think??? nip is a dumb word lmao but here’s something XD also the kitten from the prompt “grey” is here lol dkjfhgjld yeah 

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The cold wind is sharp and nips at Tina’s face, bringing tears to her eyes. Fitting, she thinks -- might as well make it obvious that she’s been crying anyway. She crosses the street, hands clenched tightly in her pockets and body hunched against the wind.  

She breathes a sigh of relief at the warmth when she enters her apartment building, quickly making her way up the stairs and to her floor.

Quinn is on the couch with Grey, watching something on the TV while he sleeps on her chest. She looks up when Tina comes in. 

“Hey,” she says, brows furrowed in concern. She gets up and puts Grey on the couch, much to his apparent displeasure. “What’s wrong?”

Tina shakes her head. “Just a shitty day at school,” she says tiredly, letting her bag drop to the ground from her hands.

Quinn takes Tina’s cold hands and rubs them between hers. “Want to get some snacks and wine and watch Julie and the Phantoms together again?” she asks softly. 

Tina smiles slightly, leaning her forehead on Quinn’s shoulder. “Yes, please,” she says. 

“Okay,” Quinn says, pressing a kiss to Tina’s hair. “Come on, sit down. I’ll get everything ready.”

[paintingraves]

Imagine a tiny de-aged Graves! A smol 6 year old with the thickest eyebrows and a tiny three-piece suit! Everyone at MACUSA is swooning over him but little Percy is still a menace

Oooh that’s adorable omg XD Is his mind the mind of a child, or does he keep his adult memories even if he’s tiny? because the outcome would be very different! 

In the first one I can imagine him just swimming in his too-large clothes, staring up with wobbling lips at all the adults surrounding him. He is unable to understand how he went from the safety of his little corner at the library of the Graves estate to suddenly being in a room full of strangers, without his parents or any other familiar looking face (his nanny or a servant) around him. 

I think he’d be frightened and lost and then someone - Queenie, perhaps, or another auror who’s also a father and very good with children - would squat down and speak to Percival in a low voice to reassure him, telling him where he is and who they are. They he’d bring Percival a mug of hot chocolate, just because, and use magic to resize his suit to fit his new 6 year-old body, all the aurors cooing and telling tiny Percy that he looks very dashing! 

And if his mind is still that of adult!Percival, he’s be raging like ‘what the fuck is this? what did I fucking tell you? do not touch the artefact! and what do you do Stanley? you touch it! i’m surrounded by idiots!”  except he’s like... this tiny little boy with fluffy hair and his scowl has turned into a pout, and the aurors bite their lips not to laugh and awww because he’s fucking adorable. like an angry kitten or a soft stormcloud. Stanley apologizes with a sheepish smile and Percival crosses his arms and barks that he ought to run to find a cure right fucking now. And he goes to his desk and tries to sit on his chair except he can’t climb in it because his legs are too short XDD Tina helps him instinctively (she took care of her younger sister for years and her motherly senses are tingling) and Percival glares at her above a fringe of floppy, dark hair, but he’s blushing and mumbling a thank you. 

And then there’s a mug of hot chocolate. 

Percival starts getting antsy because he’s an adult, but his body is that of a child and suddenly he wants to play and run around and it’s a very weird feeling. Tina fortunately sees his fidgeting and proposes to play a board game to pass the time, learning in the process that Percival Graves is a very sore loser. He kicks up a fuss when he loses one round and bites one of the cards in frustration before he realizes what he’s doing. 

And the day goes by and there’s no cure to be found yet, so Tina takes kid!Percy home by the hand; Queenie thinks he’s absolutely adorable and Percy bears with her cooing and attention with dignity, and he can’t help but think that his own parents were never this affectionate with him. 

Percival sleeps in one of the sisters’ bed, all tangled up in the covers in a foetus-like position, and Queenie insists on singing him a lullaby to help him sleep. it works like a charm - in five minutes he’s out like a light. She can’t resist and presses a kiss to his forehead, stroking his hair gently before she leaves and closes the door behind her, and Percival is tearing up under the covers, desperately trying to resist the urge to ask her to come back!  because he feels like he’s never known such love before. his mind is a mess. 

He goes to sleep and wakes up as a man. It’s a bit awkward. He uses magic to resize his nightclothes to fit his adult body, and walks into the kitchen where the sisters are having breakfast. Tina’s hair is a raven’s nest and Queenie still has curlers in hers. Graves too must look a sight. He smiles at them and they smile kindly back, Tina replacing the cup of hot chocolate on the table by a steaming mug of bitter coffee (Graves is a bit disappointed but he won’t say it.) He thanks her and sits down and they all have breakfast together, talking about work and other things, sharing pancakes and toasts and scrambled eggs. It’s the best meal Percival has had in a while. And he finds he really adores this cosy, familial atmosphere he accidentally stumbled in. It strikes him that he’s been very lonely, and he resolves to make an effort to change that -- starting now. 

[thehargrovewhore]

forbidden fruit 🍒 | billy hargrove [18+]

summary;

in which a religious girl - gets acquainted with billy hargrove, the newest resident of hawkins.

warnings;

religious reader. swearing. drinking. slight smut. smoking. oral [f receiving]. dirty talk. & soft billy.

author's note;

this is long as fuck, sorry 😭 there is going to be a part two, and maybe it'll develop into a mini series? ugh idk

okay so this is written from a third person point of view, but i couldn't think of a name so i'm using the y/n insert.

so, whatever your name is, there ya go 😊

tags;

@hargrovesprincess @sioxxskywalkerxx

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this was such a stupid idea and she knew it. pulling at her leather skirt, that barely came to her trembling knee's, it's inevitable that a feeling of harsh regret quickly swallowed the girl's entire body whole.

her mom and dad, who were both in bed and asleep, had the impression that their daughter was over at debs, who was another goody two-shoes, and church-going girl.

that was a blatant lie. instead, she had decided to make her first party appearance at tina's halloween bash.

halloween was absolutely forbidden. although it was her favorite holiday, besides christmas. horror movies? nope, those are the work of lucifer himself. dressing up in some slutty costume for the night? nope, that means you're the town harlet.

these were just a few examples of the ridiculous rules she has had to follow. now that y/n was almost 18 years old, it was getting unbearable being so pure and inexperienced.

in her mind, there was nothing sensational about her. she has a mess of wavy brown curls, that cascaded down her back and nearly reached her bottom.

her skin was tan due to her mother being hispanic, and a set of killer green eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, were courtesy of her father.

there was nothing outstanding about her on a daily basis, she was no sharon tate, but tonight was a different story.

nancy wheeler spent hours on end making her look like a supermodel, and she did an outstanding job much to the disdain and impatience of steve harrington.

she was adorn in an outfit that would give her parents a heart attack and shoes that were about to break both of her ankles if she tripped over one more red solo cup.

she was dressed as a sexy kitten, which is something she has been wanting to do for years now. but, she has never gotten the chance until now due to her extremist parents.

being from an all girl catholic school and only dating boys from her church, male attention was hard to come by. she even noticed a few of the girls checking her out as well.

being the center of attention wasn't a reality in her world, and she didn't know how to handle the sudden change in the way people looked at her.

cat calls and loud whistles surrounded her. and some guy even pulled away from a makeout session with his girl to stare at y/n while she walked past them looking for steve and nancy nervously.

did she look ridiculous, is that why she has everybody's attention all of the sudden? she began to feel conscious about her body being so ... exposed, and needed a drink.

she wasn't a student at hawkins like these people were - and could hear them all whispering about her. trying too figure out who she was, or even who she came with.

it distracted her from the path ahead; and she slammed into an unnecessarily muscular chest.

"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry!"

the impact caused some beer from his can to slosh out all over his exposed chest that was only covered by a leather jacket. though, his chest had already been glistening with sweat.

his hair was a mess of blonde curls and he had sunkissed skin. his blue eyes left her completely smitten, along with the little smirk sitting constantly on the corner of his lips.

when they made eye contact, the room seemed to slow. she was completely speechless, upon the sheer sight of such a captivating person. he was a walking, talking sin.

"don't worry about it, angel."

angel. he just called her an angel. she could feel the deep heat rising to her cheeks upon his little nickname for her.

his voice was deep, brooding and sensual - which caused her heart to flutter maddeningly and her cheeks began to flush cherry red, which only seemed to spur the boy on.

she watched as his eyes, now more dilated and dark than they were a couple seconds ago, scanning over her outfit while his tongue darted out to run across his bottom lip.

she didn't know what to say to him, and opted to twiddle her thumbs while looking at the ground anxiously.

she didn't talk to boys much. especially; not to boys who looked like him. it was like he was fucking photoshopped, everything about him was the depiction of wet dreams.

his aura was oozing masculinity and it did intrigue her to the point of no return; she had to get a taste of this boy.

"i don't think i've seen you around before. because if i did, we would've already known each other pretty well."

his remark made her giggle and she looked back up at his ocean blue eyes, heart hammering within' her chest. what if this was just a joke? what if he was just toying with her?

she didn't know how to flirt. and she wasn't going to run the risk of looking like a total dumbass in front of him.

"i go to the catholic school, so i don't think you have." she giggled, noticing the mischievous glint in his eye at those words, and suddenly he took one large stride closer.

he got a cigarette from his back pocket, lighting it with a zippo. she wanted to ask him for one, but opted to chew on her bottom lip nervously, while watching him intently.

"religious girl, huh? i must say if i knew catholic girls were dressing this way now, my ass would've been in church, a long time ago." he charmed, smiling and showing off a set of perfectly white teeth.

"actually, they don't. this is my first time dressing like this, and my first time coming to a party." she confessed. now, those words sounded more pathetic, when she said them to someone other than her close friends and family.

"i'm billy hargrove. nice too meet you,"

"i'm y/n. it's nice too meet you as well, billy."

he took another step closer, and now she could feel the heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin.

billy extended his large hand out for her to shake; and as she did, billy pulled her even closer. this time their chests were almost touching, and y/n opted to bite on her lip.

he brought his thumb up, running it across her bottom lip seductively, snagging it from in between her teeth. at this point, she felt like she could faint from the simple touch.

"stop biting that lip, angel. you want a drink?" billy asked, and she nodded quickly, needed something to make her feel a little more confident. he led her through the crowd, trying to ignore everyone's glares and whispers.

they approached a table with various types of alcohol. its now dawning on her that she has never gotten drunk and didn't even know what type of drink she would like.

"i've never drank before, so you can pick." she blushed. its embarrassing being so pure. and she was scared that lack of experience in just about everything would turn him off, and make him walk away from her in a fit of laughter.

but, he didn't walk away from her. instead, billy smirked and scanned over the choices. he reached for everclear; which was his first drink and poured a small amount for her to sample.

she took it from him, gulping it down, her face scrunched up and eyebrows furrowing at the bitter taste. he grinned in amuesment, taking the cup from her and pouring. billy, who knew she was lightweight, did not give her much.

which she appreciated, because her legs were warm, and head was swimming already. billy watched her, smiling as she finished her second cup. she went to get another, but billy slapped her hand away.

"in moderation, alright? don't need you puking or passing out. everclear is some strong shit." he inquired, downing a shot of everclear himself, gazing at her intently.

"thanks," she laughed feeling a little bit dizzy. just as she is gaining the confidence make a move on him; the voice of one of his very loud friends had interrupted her attempts.

"hargrove! we got the keg ready, so let's do this shit!" billy looked over his shoulder - smirking at the boy dressed up as the karate kid, before turning his attention back to y/n.

"come with me, let me show you how it's done." he boasts before holding his hand out, which she happily took. their fingers interlocked, sending shockwaves down her arm & straight down to her toes.

they walked out to the backyard, where tons of drunken teenagers surrounded the keg stand, ready for a show. it felt like being in a movie and billy only made it more than surreal and elevating for her.

the loud rock music, the endless cheers, and the sound of drunken laughter and idiotic comments filled the cold air.

she watched from the sidelines while he was crowned the new keg king a title previously owned by steve harrington for the past three years in a row.

she found herself very interested as to how this man can consume that much beer without puking. billy must have been doing this type of thing for years.

the crowd counted along, herself including until billy was done by the count of 42 and the crowd erupted with glee and approbation.

he got up and let out a masculine yell of victory as all the beer he spit out began dripping down his chin and chest.

she found herself clapping along with others, only adding to his ego boost. the alcohol in her system, along with the cheers of those beside her, made this moment euphoric.

billy shoved a cigarette back in his mouth before walking back to where y/n was standing; slinging his arm around her shoulders and pressing her into his side as they went back into the completely packed house.

"that's how you do it, hawkins! that's how you do it." billy concluded while she was practically beaming beside him.

once inside, she followed billy through the crowd to toilet paper that was hanging from the ceiling. she laughed and grabbed some from above his head -- wiping some of the beer from his sleek chest, tempted to touch his tan skin.

"did you enjoy the show, angel?" billy beamed, leaning in so he could move a piece of hair away from her face. she did want to kiss him right then, but her nerves convinced her otherwise yet again.

"yes i did, congratulations on being the new kegking." she smiled, and wiped some beer off of the side of his mouth.

"king in the streets, and in the sheets, doll." he winked and grabbed her hand once more, leading her over to tommy, who was giving steve harrington and nancy major shit.

"we got ourselves a new keg king, harrington." tommy has now announced loudly followed by another boy making a snide comment at steve who had taken off his sunglasses and stared back at them angrily.

the tension between the two boys was overwhelming, so y/n opted to tug on his leather jacket and distract him. its clear that billy was imposing his new role as alpha male in hawkins onto steve, who used to run the town.

as nancy walked away from the scene, clearly annoyed, it was time for y/n to get billy's attention off of steve before a fight breaks out. that was the last thing she wanted.

and quite frankly she was already missing billy's attention and irreplaceable touch.

"billy, do you wanna go back outside with me?" she spoke and was desperate to get billy away from steve, someone would get seriously hurt over nothing, if she didn't.

he nodded, not once taking his eyes off of steve, backing up and wrapping his arm around her once again. and she could feel steve's gaze burning into her back, hateful and judgemental.

she grabbed two more cups of alcohol on their way out and made sure to find a spot away from the crowd, at a table with an ashtray so billy could smoke his cigarette.

she felt the drunken anger radiating from him. he needed to calm down, and she knew just the trick for that.

there were two chairs, but he instisted that she sit on his lap. he was asking her questions about her life, and what her religion entails. billy was genuinely curious about her.

"so, you really can't date unless their from your church?"

"yeah. it's stupid considering everyone there is hideous."

billy chuckled pulling her back against his chest. his other hand was sitting contently in the waistband of her skirt, and the tips of his fingers played with the hem of her panties.

this simple action was turning her on endlessly. billy, with his smug ass self, knew exactly what he was doing to her, and the change in her breathing indicates that fact.

as she finished the last of her drink, it was time to make a move. she was done acting like some nervous school-girl.

which she was, but that was entirely beside the point. she wanted billy to know that these feelings aren't one-sided; that she wanted him. it was time to act on those feelings.

"do you want to go back inside, angel?" billy asked, while his voice seemed to suddenly drop an octave, now sultry and low. did she want to go back inside? absolutely not.

she got off billy's lap, a look of disappointment crossing his features for a split second, before straddling him. his reaction was pure shock, his eyes widening before a grin etched itself across his handsome face.

she didn't give him time to say anything, instead she had leaned forward and captured his lips in a heated kiss. her first real kiss, full of fire, and it was breathtaking.

billy's cigarette was dropped on the ground, forgotten, as one hand came up to grip her waist, while the other laced itself into her hair, tugging her closer against him. she felt his hard-on, and could tell that his size wasn't small.

his tongue ran across her bottom lip, asking for entrance, making her jolt. she obeyed nonetheless, opening her lips slightly and inviting his tongue into her mouth. the feeling was strange, but the best type of strange imaginable.

her hands were pressed flush against his chest, slipping underneath the leather jacket to rest on his stomach. the boy beneath her began to bite her lip, making her whine.

she has never been intimate with anyone and he was now taking over her senses. all she could feel, hear and taste is billy hargrove. was this all a dream? it certainly felt like it.

overwhelming her with the taste of his tongue, and the feeling of his hands groping her ass through the leather skirt. his hands were rough, calloused, and was enough to make her completely weakened.

billy then grinded her against his hard on, and the skirt let him get easy access to her dark red underwear. her hands flew up to clasp his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"we don't have to do this, alright?" he comforted, sensing that she was having second thoughts. but she wasn't. the pure bliss billy was supplying was something that she did not want to end anytime soon.

"i want this billy, i really do. please?" she whispered as her hands began to run up and down his chiseled chest.

billy's control slipped away in that moment - and then he picked her up while she giggled in his arms, before taking her to the secluded spot where his camaro was parked.

she laughed as billy fumbled with getting her in the back, closing the door behind him with his foot and set himself in between legs. y/n was nervous, she didn't have a damn clue what she was doing, but she felt safe with him.

he captured her lips again, taking control and shoving his tongue back in her mouth while his hands wandered up & down her untouched body, stopping at her exposed hips.

his touches were soft and tentative, careful not to cross a boundary and scare her away. billy knew that she has not been touched like this before and it only thrilled him more than he was before.

she leaned into his touch; and felt herself growing heavy adoration for the fact that he is being so gentle & patient with her.

billy leaned down to press kisses along her jawline, down to her neck, where he sucked at the sensitive skin. then, a surge of white heat flashed through her body, she arched her back against him and moaned loudly.

his hands slipped under her bra, before his fingers began to tentatively graze over her nipples. billy pinched them and tried to focus on her reaction to see what she liked. it was starting off sensual, he was being careful with her.

and when it earned him another moan, he knew. having a person touch her like this was foreign and intoxicating. its like all her morals were being thrown out the window, she would do anything as long as it meant that he kept going.

"do you like that, angel?" billy whispered in her ear, sliding her shirt off and un-clipping her bra. her breasts were out and showcased to him, a growl falling from his lips. she is stunning in his eyes, untouched and radiating purity.

she nodded, unable to find words and moaning as billy took her left nipple into his mouth, suckling gently. she weaves her fingers through his blonde locks, bringing him closer.

the action was sending little jolts of electricity down y/n's entire body, her toes curling, as billy's tongue flicked over the hardened bud. her core was aching at this point and it was vital that billy touch her already before she bursts.

her hands wandered from his hair down his chest, feeling the rippling muscles, making him groan. one hand stayed on his abs, while the other ran over his clothed hard-on. it seemed to spur his movements on as he thrust his strong hips into her touch, making y/n grip his dick a little harder than before, which he seemed to enjoy.

billy suddenly released her nipple, growling, placing little kisses down the valley between her breasts. all of her life, she was taught to think that this is repulsive. when in fact it wasn't repulsive, this was amazing.

he stopped to bunch her leather skirt around her waist, and his fingers traced her folds through her panties. the moan that left her lips afterwards only served to make a raging hard-on form within' his tight jeans.

he moved her panties to the side feeling her stiffen. she is now exposed to someone for the first time, and could not read his mind. she had no clue what he thought about her and more specifically, her most private area.

"look at that pretty little pussy. you're so wet, angel." billy, who knew what his words were doing, slid a finger gently down her slit, parting her folds, and blowing cold air onto her sensitive clit.

she whined, arching into his touch, his name falling from her lips. all the times that she has touched herself, hasn't felt near as good as this did, and billy hasn't even started.

when he latched his lips around her clit, throwing her legs over his broad shoulders, she almost screamed.

his tongue flicked quick circles around the tiny nub, then switched back to sucking gently, watching while her face contorted in pleasure. he groaned at the sight, sending a series of vibrations straight through her clit.

"oh! please don't stop, it feels so good." she whimpered as one of his thick fingers began to probe her entrance. it's a quite different sensation that she welcomed. bucking into his hand, the finger casually slipped inside her pussy.

she groaned at the feeling, having fingered herself before but with him, it was a completely different experience. he pushed inside of her until his finger was knuckle deep, he was sure to gage her reaction and make sure it didn't hurt her or make her uncomfortable.

"what a good girl," billy marveled huskily; watching the way her pussy stretched around his finger. she took his finger-fucking like a champ, and he was loving this.

his finger knew exactly what to do. rubbing right against her g-spot with slow strokes, curling upwards and feeling her inner walls contracting tightly.

"billy! right there," y/n gasped, moving her hips along with the increasing rhythm of his hand, he was hitting her spot with expert accuracy.

it wasn't going to take much for her to cum, especially with the sounds he was making. like, he gets more out out of this pleasurable experience than she does.

he began sucking on her nub harshly and the pace of his fingers became relentless, one large hand coming up too keep her squirming hips down on the seat.

he slowly added another finger, curling them both up into her spongy g-spot. billy was determined to give her a real and genuine orgasam, which would be her first one. in his mind, this was his way of staking a direct claim on her.

the speed of his fingers, and the feeling of his tongue working together in harmony made the coil snap and soon her legs were tightening around billy's head.

"fuck yes! oh my god, billy!" she cried out feeling that coil in the pit of her stomach snap, clenching around his thick digits violently, her legs trembling as the high she has just experienced made her feel exhausted.

"did that feel good, baby?" he whispered darkly -- coming back up to her face and slipping his tongue into the warm confines of her mouth so she could taste herself.

"that felt amazing. what about you? aren't we going to do it now?" she asked unashamedly, trying to reach for billys pants but he wouldn't allow her to touch him. y/n was the definition of confused. why didn't he want to fuck her?

"another night, okay? i just wanted to make you feel good tonight, doll. we don't need to rush anything." he cooed & she felt herself melting into the seat upon his kindness.

"are you sure?" she whispered - watching as billy put her underwear and leather skirt back into place. "i'm positive, angel. that's only if i can see you again, though?"

"of course you can see me again." she retorted, placing a little kiss upon his lips while he lit up a cigarette. "then it's settled. i don't want to take your virginity while you're still drunk." he comforted, pulling her into his broad embrace.

she sat with him for a little while listening to music and talking. she even tried to drag off his burning cigarette, but instead had a coughing fit, to which he chuckled at her and lightly teased her about.

"told you babe, it's harsh."

"oh shut up. you're harsh."

after he took her home, blasting metallica in the car, billy helped her to sneak back in her window, so she wouldn't fall and wake up her parents. before closing her window; she leaned over the ledge and gave him a sweet kiss.

he was going to go home & jerk off to the image of her orgasming in the backseat.

"i'll see you tomorrow, angel. sleep tight."

"goodnight, billy. don't forget to park down the road."

billy nodded, smirking and watching while she closed her window and light pink curtain.

even then - he didn't leave immediately. he just wanted to kiss her again. to feel her come apart underneath him. it's unusual for him to be so smitten. but y/n sent chills down his spine with her unparalleled beauty and kindness.

this girl is going to be the death of him, that much is for sure.

[mianix]

“Late Night” ~ For Pigeonn_Milkk

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"Late Night"

In the still of the night, the DCPD was quiet as usual, but not yet completely abandoned.  One lone terminal shown brightly as its occupant sat leaning back in their office chair, tapping and scrolling away at their cell phone.

Despite being in sleep mode, Nines was fully aware of his surroundings.  He knew, without opening his eyes, who was near. Some might say it was a program designed to use other senses to determine the person's identity, but he knew who it was because this person always stayed late into the night recently.

Not that he was working feverishly on the paperwork he hated so much.  Oh no. Not this Detective. Such things, like Nines, were beneath him.

In the two months Nines had begun working with the bitter Detective Reed, he had seen his fair share of ire from him to last anyone a lifetime.  Sometimes he was rude, other times crude and sometimes bitterly amused to find things to tease Nines about.

“You dirty son of Alexa.  Play me Despacito.” Gavin had said, guffawing loudly when Nines’ LED cycled to yellow in an attempt to figure out what it was the Detective had asked of him.  A meme. Lovely.

At other times Reed had opted to ignore him all together.  Not acknowledging he was in the room, or that he voiced opinions to help with cases.  Nines did not understand what he had done to earn such a reaction, but he had worked hard to try and undo any damage he might’ve caused to no avail.

Then, one night while they were investigating a crime scene, something curious had happened.  

This particular case seemed cut and dry. Old woman, hoarder, who died alone when she was unable to get to her phone in the kitchen.  There was so much trash that blocked her way that when she had a stroke, she’d not made it there due to the exertion it took to get around it all. She was so cut off that no one noticed her missing until her landlord came for the next month’s rent.  They were there as a formality to make sure no foul play had occurred.

Gavin seemed genuinely bothered by this scene, which Nines had never seen in his partner before. Reed was ignoring Nines’, as usual, when Tina Chen walked up to Gavin with a box.

“I found them in the basement.  The mom’s gone Gavin. We’ve looked all over the house.  Know anyone that can take them in?”

Nines watched Reed’s face as he opened the box and Nines distinctly heard the mewling of kittens.  Shortly thereafter, Gavin’s face lit up, but only momentarily when he realized what was inside. Before Nines could get a good look, it was gone.

“I’ll drop them by the shelter on my way home.” Gavin said, bringing that authority back to his voice.  He side glanced Nines, who watched him curiously. “What the fuck are you looking at? Shouldn’t you be computing or something?”

Nines stood, letting Reed turn back to give Tina further instructions.  That had been joy in the Detective’s face, Nines had no doubts, mixed with something else. Sadness, perhaps? Another officer came over, named Daniels and lifted the top of the box to look inside as Tina held it.

“They’re too small and likely won’t survive. Mom likely abandoned them because they were the runts of the litter. You’d be better off tossing the box into a river.” Daniels had said in a tone that didn’t sit right with Nines, but apparently he wasn’t the only one.

While Gavin was fit, Nines had never seen him move so quickly to put himself between Daniels and the box.  He practically plowed into the man with no care for the officer.

“Shut the fuck up before I throw your ass into the river.” Gavin said with all the venom he could muster seething in his voice.

“What a stupid, cruel thing to say Daniels.” Tina continued as she glowered at him, both emanating a scary aura as they beat the officer down with those looks.

This surprised Nines greatly to hear the Detective standing up for the well being of the kittens, but considering that animals still held rank over androids in humanity’s eyes, he really shouldn’t have been.  Daniels got the idea and scuttled off as Gavin lifted the box, shielding it as one tiny head poked out to meow in his face.

“Don’t listen to that asshole.” Gavin mumbled to the cat as his hand encased the side of its face and he scratched the back of its head.  Nines tilted his head, watching curiously as this brute of a man succumbed to the whims of such a small, helpless creature.

It was the first time he noticed software instability, but instead of reporting on it, he kept it to himself.  The more he did, the more unstable his programming became, but the memory of that large hand engulfing the kitten lovingly had made him… He wasn’t sure.  But he liked it.

Later that night, prior to going into sleep mode, Nines had seen Gavin arrive back with the box in hand and a shopping bag in the other.  Nines observed him unpacking the bag of kitten milk, a towel and a pack of eye droppers. He lifted a tawny colored kitten out of the box and leaned back in his chair, legs on his desk as he set about feeding it.

Nines was unsure if Gavin noticed he was not yet in sleep mode, as he heard him talking to the kittens, cooing at them and generally fawning over their every cry for food and his warmth.  Suddenly Nines wanted that warmth too.

He left his station, even though his program required him to report back to Cyberlife when not on active duty.  He ignored the prompt, setting off further instability in his software.

Eventually Gavin noticed him standing near.  

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping like a good little android?” Gavin asked, but he couldn't seem to muster the same kind of vitriol with the small kitten snuggled against him and the other mewling for their turn.

“I had thought you were going to drop them at the shelter?” Nines asked.  Gavin looked annoyed, but sighed.

“I can’t take them in till tomorrow morning.  They’re closed. Not gonna let the little guys starve.” Gavin replied as his face dropped to look at the small ball of fluff.  It really was so delicate amongst his big arms and hands. Such an interesting contrast. Nines captured the moment in his mind’s eye and tucked it away for review later.

“Perhaps I could be of some assistance?” Nines offered, noting that one of the kittens was actively trying to escape the box.

“What could you do?” Gavin asked peevishly.

“I could feed one so they can get to rest sooner.  I could also stay with them tonight until you can take them in the morning.  I’m sure I could find the proper-”

“Do you ever stop talking, asshole?  Geez. Grab an eye dropper if it will shut you up.” Gavin replied, rolling his eyes.  “And be fucking careful. You hurt either of these kittens and I won’t hesitate to hurt you. Capiche?”

“Yes, Detective.”

Nines turned towards the box and saw one other kitten looking up at him and mewling loudly.  He took hold of the additional eye dropper before turning and lifting the gray calico into the crook of his arm.  He observed Reed, duplicating his movements to make sure he did this to perfection. To the approval of his partner.

Gavin eyed him, seeming like he might try to critique him, but after a while stopped watching Nines in favor of stroking the head of the small creature.  There was something peaceful in that moment that Nines could not place. But he knew he would not give up this moment for anything in the world.

At one point, as they stay quietly taking care of the kittens, Nines could’ve sworn he caught the Detective looking at him. Not observing his handling of the kitten, but of Nines himself with a slight flush to his cheek. When Nines caught his stare though, Reed gave nothing away.  He simply stood, placing the now sleeping kitten back into the box where he had added a soft blanket. He came and stood in front of Nines, who had been partially sitting on Gavin’s desk to better support the creature.

Gavin stepped into his knee, it knocking Gavin’s hip as he gestured towards Nines with his hand.

“More like this.” Gavin offered as he readjusted the angle of the cat’s head further up so it was reclining instead of laying down on his forearm.  Nines looked up at Gavin and noted that pink hue was still present on his face. “That’s better.”

Gavin though, just stared down at the kitten, letting one of his big fingers rub the top of its head as it took from the dropper.  Nines wasn’t watching the creature though. He’d never noticed how the gray of Gavin’s eyes was more green in color, or the additional scars that marred his face.  He realized he’d never been so close to Gavin before, could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. He couldn’t stop himself from staring at how gently Gavin was looking at the kitten.

I want…

Software Instability

...look at me like that.

When Reed’s eyes finally met his, the Detective looked so gentle, so at peace and that made Nines…

Software Instability

Gavin leaned down to retrieve the animal and Nines involuntarily swallowed at the close proximity Gavin’s face came to his own.  Their eyes met for a brief moment, nose to nose as the Detective’s face blushed so beautifully, Nines dared capture it in his mind’s eye.  Just like that, Reed moved to place the kitten back with its sibling, taking his warmth with him.

“Goodnight, Detective Reed.” Nines said as Gavin picked up his bag and headed for the exit.  “See you tomorrow.”

“Fuck off, Nines.” Gavin responded and Nines felt a sinking sensation in his bio components at this.

A shift had occurred after this night. While Reed continued to tease and be rude to him, it was not as mean spirited as it once was.  Small jabs no different than that he showed to his fellow co-workers. That was also when a new routine began that Nines himself did not anticipate.

If he could help it, Reed was usually the first to try and head home.  He came in ridiculously early in the hopes of leaving early, but one night after the kittens were safely taken to the shelter, Nines was reporting to Cyberlife in sleep mode when he felt a shift in the air.

What Reed did not know, was that his eyelids could be made transparent from inside as easily as uncovering his synthetic skin beneath the pigmentation shield.  Nines would still appear as closing his eyes, almost like a two way mirror.

It was well past 10pm and aside from Fowler, Gavin was the only other officer remaining.  Fowler was finishing up a conference call and Reed sat ticking away at some game on his mobile device.  As soon as Fowler started shutting down for the night though, Reed sat up to pay attention to his terminal.

“What are you still doing here Reed?  You know we don’t have the budget for overtime.” Fowler asked as he walked towards Gavin’s desk.

“I’m off the clock, no worries.  I’ll be heading out soon.” Gavin replied, turning to meet his gaze.

“You can close up then.  Goodnight Reed.”

Gavin watched him go, waiting a long time just sitting in silence.  Occasionally he tapped away on his phone again, but he ignored his terminal completely.  It was obvious he was not here for working. So what then?

Eventually, Gavin stood and stretched.  He clicked the button on his screen to shut it down, before bending to lift his messenger bag onto his shoulder.  He’d accomplished nothing in the time since Fowler left, but before Nines could have any time to contemplate this further something else caught his attention. Gavin was walking towards him.

He remained still, computing and reporting as he was supposed to be doing and watched as the Detective observed him.

“Yo Nines.  You awake?” Gavin asked quietly.

Nines knew the correct thing to do was to answer his partner, but something stopped him from saying anything.  

“Nines?” Gavin asked again when he got no response.  He dropped his messenger bag, gave out a deep sigh and ran his hand over his mouth.  “Get a fucking grip Reed... Okay.”

He seemed to be talking himself into something, but Nines was none the wiser.  For a split moment he wondered if the Detective meant to harm him, such was the seriousness in his face as his eyes came back to Nines’ own.

But then he watched as Reed moved closer to him, having to lean up to compensate for the slight difference in height.  Gavin’s face sat mere inches from Nines and he didn’t know what to do as the Detective gave one last glance to either side of the room, before moving forward and pressing his mouth to Nines’.

It was so quick, Nines barely felt it, but what he did feel set off so many internal alarms regarding software instability that by the time Nines had cleared them all Gavin wasn’t in front of him anymore and he heard the doors to the room closing.

Nines could have brought this up to Gavin, but when he came in the next day he acted as if nothing had happened.  Nines indulged this, figuring the Detective did not realize he’d been caught and figured to bring it up would only embarrass him. This would only prove to further alienate Nines from the Detective, which was the opposite of what Nines wanted. So he gave him the benefit of the doubt that it was a momentary lapse on Gavin’s part that would not be repeated.

Except it was, over and over for the past two weeks.  Reed stayed late, regardless of who was the last person out before him or how long he needed to wait. Whether 7pm or 3am, Gavin found things to occupy himself to be the last one there and Nines felt with each new kiss that he was dangerously close to deviancy.  He was supposed to be immune, but this human with a garbage mouth, foul temper and bitter personality had struck something so deep in Nines that it had broken something in him.

So here they stood, face to face again with Nines anticipating the moment Gavin would lean into him and take, what he thought, was kiss from a “sleeping” Nines who was none the wiser.  Each time, Nines wanted to break down that wall that stopped him from responding to the kiss. His arms locked in place, unable to take hold of Gavin as they burned to do so. To touch his face and do so much more than what he was programmed to do.

To his surprise, he felt Gavin’s hand tug on the arm of his coat as he pulled it forward and intertwined his fingers with his own.

“Why are you so warm?” Gavin asked breathily as he leaned in.  He eyed Nines for a moment and Nines was helpless but to only watch as those lashes ghosted over his jaw as Gavin closed his eyes when he leaned his forehead to Nines mouth.  He felt his software crumbling, yearning to move his mouth, to kiss the soft scar of his eyebrow. “What would you say if you knew about all this, tin can?”

Nines felt himself buckling under the pressure, seeing the words “DON’T MOVE. REPORTING” in his field of vision and wanting them gone.  He needed to move. He needed to reciprocate.

Reed’s mouth lifted, a smirk on his scarred face as he leaned in and kissed Nines, this time his warm tongue sliding between his lips as Reed gave way to something primal that only proved to provoke Nines further.  The warmth of him, the taste of cigarettes, coffee and gum making their way past his closed mouth as he struggled to gain control. The wall was crumbling before his eyes, so close…

Reed’s hand untangled from his own and his warmth withdrew.  Nines could see him, grinning up at him as he backed away to collect his bag and sling it over his shoulder.

“Guess I’ll never know.” Gavin said, shaking his head and laughing a bit at the situation.  He turned to leave and Nines felt his panic rising, opportunity gone, but he was not stabilizing like last time.  He watched the Detective reach the door just as that wall finally broke into a million pieces of discarded data. All was quiet, but the sound of Gavin’s footsteps.

“Goodnight, Detective Reed.” Nines said as his eyes fluttered open to see Gavin visibly jerk at hearing his voice, stopping mid-step.  He did not turn, only stood with his back to him. Nines could hear from this distance that Reed’s pulse had quickened and his breathing had gotten heavier.  “See you tomorrow.” Nines added when Gavin said nothing.

At this, Gavin turned, and Nines felt his thirium pump speed up at the red hue in the Detective’s face as a small, knowing grin broke out on his lips.

“Fuck off, Nines.” Gavin replied, but his face was missing the bitterness Nines was used to seeing there.  He turned and opened the door to leave. Nines felt a flutter of anticipation pulsate through his chassis as he heard the words spoken just before the door shut behind the Detective. “See you tomorrow, asshole.”

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Black Leather - Chapter 7

I don’t care what Steve says; Farah Faucett could suck my ass if she thought her hairspray could hold an inch against Aqua Net.

I mean; he used the damn Fabrege conditioner, so why he didn’t just use the spray completely dumbfounded me!

He was stubborn, that’s why, but when his hair fell flat after the third hour, I’d still be sitting pretty with three to four inches of volume; and now I was sounding like a damn hairspray commercial!

I don’t even know why I was trying so hard; I didn’t even wanna go to Tina’s stupid party!

Yet here I was smudging red lipstick at the corners of my mouth, because “vampire” was the easiest costume I could throw together on short notice.

At least the fangs I picked up at Melvald’s were the good adhesive kind, and not the clunky Dracula ones that’d leave you drooling the whole night.

And it helped that in my new mini skirt; I looked pretty damn hot, if I did say so myself. Dad would probably lock me up if he saw me in it, let alone the fishnets I was rolling over my thighs; the snap of the elastic leaving a red mark on the skin.

Billy Hargrove was gonna drop dead when he saw me in this; and why the hell was I thinking about him again?!

It’s not like I even liked the asshole; with his stupid baby blue eyes, and that dumb pretty boy smile! I just wanted to make him as frustrated as he made me; albeit in a very different way.

He deserved it!

He’d been a shit all week and if I wanted to make his pants a little tighter than comfortable, it was my choice.

And besides; I already got called a tease, so why shouldn’t I live up to the reputation a little bit.

I practically doused myself with a bottle of Poison my dad got me for my sixteenth birthday, entirely unaware of the reputation the scent carried, because if Billy Hargrove could smell like he walked out of a trashy drugstore perfume aisle, then so could I.

With one last fluff of my hair I was pretty much ready to go.

“Alright; so there’s dinner in the oven and soda in the fridge...” I announced as I made my way out of the bathroom and across the living room to get my keys. I don’t think El was listening; she was too engrossed in flicking through Friday night television, typical kid.

Welll; typical, if every kid could change the channel with their mind.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be alright until dad’s back?” I asked, entirely aware that although practically super powered; she was still a kid and might not be comfortable being left alone in the middle of the woods for half the night.

“Five one five.” She repeated my dad’s words, as if they meant anything more than wind when put up against Jim Hopper’s terrible timekeeping skills.

I sighed and walked over to her, knowing that for the hundredth time I was going to have to explain the flexibility of my dad’s promises.

“Look; I know dad said that, but he’s not the best at keeping promises..” I began to explain, but El seemed to have picked up on some of that Hopper stubbornness we prided ourselves on.

“Friends don’t lie.” She recited her own little mantra when it came to promises; something she lorded over dad as if he hadn’t been guilt tripped at least a thousand times before.

“But fathers do...” I sighed, knowing that I wasn’t going to get through to her this time.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” I asked, dropping myself down on the couch next to her as I decided to change tactics.

“Cuz I can stay in if you want me to...” I offered; the idea still sounding more appealing than playing a game of cat and mouse with Billy Hargrove all night.

She didn’t respond; eyes still fixed on yet another soda commercial; it was true what they said, there really are more commercials than actual programmes.

Her mouth was fixed in a straight line; mind fully focused on the flickering TV set. I didn’t like it.

I reached across to begin tickling her ribcage; something I knew would have her in stitches within seconds.

“We can eat junk food and gripe about how much of an ass dad is...” I continued to tempt her between tickles; her grim facade broken by a fit of giggles. Superkid or not; she was still only human.

“Stop! Stop! I’m fine!” She insisted between laughter, and I stopped, because I knew she could look after herself; and unlike dad, I liked to give the kid a little leeway when it came to trust.

“Are you sure?” I asked; still hesitant to leave her despite the reassurance otherwise.

She gave me a resolute nod, leaving me no choice but to get up from the couch and grab my jacket.

“Okay; well, I’ll try not to be out too late...” I promised as I shrugged on my leather jacket, still not holding out any hope for dad being home tonight.

I was about to walk out the door, when I remembered something that was sure to put a smile on her face.

“Oh; and I almost forgot...” I said, making my way over to her and leaning in to mock whisper in her ear.

“There’s Eggos hidden in the back of the icebox.”

A wide grin spread across her face that told me none of those Eggos would still be there when my dad got home from work.

Served him right for making promises he can’t keep.

I gave her messy curls a ruffle, making my way back over to the door, before I gave her one last light warning.

“Just don’t tell dad I told you.” I said, before opening the front door and stepping out into the night.

My Triumph waited half hidden by dad’s shed; it’s frame covered by a dust sheet just to further aid the illusion of abandonment.

I stripped it off, pulling the bike upright and mounting up. Keys in the ignition, then a few good kicks of the starter and she was purring like a kitten. Ready for a night of drunkenness and debauchery I wasn’t sure I’d want to remember in the morning.

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Refurbished | Gavin900

So it’s not really a Kinktober entry since I doubt I’ll keep up with Kinktober -- but I guess consider this as my askbox opening up? Trying to get back into the swing of making time to write again.

WARNING(S): Heavily Non-Con/Dub-Con, Non-Con Body Modification, Kidnapping, Bondage, Gender Modification, Weight Gain -- you know, all the normal warnings with my brand of bullshit.

“Are you aware that you are a refurbished model, GV500?”

GV500 – known as Gavin around the station – watched the man standing at the end of the bed with a feeling spreading throughout his sensors that he couldn’t quite describe. It was somewhat like a sinking feeling, his skin both hot and cold at the same time with… dread, perhaps. Shame. After all, he had allowed himself to be captured during a routine investigation. Nathaniel Knighten was supposed to be a witness to question, nothing more.

And yet here he was, tied to a four-poster bed. Naked. Something he had not been even when he had been first initialized. His sexual organ lay heavily against his thigh. A human might be embarrassed, he realized, and with a sting wondered if he was embarrassed. If the shame cooling in his wiring was partially due to the fact that he, an officer of the law, was naked on a criminal’s bed.

And who else could the man be, if not a criminal? With every passing second, he fit the MO of the man who had been reportedly kidnapping androids. Not that anyone knew what he did with those androids. They were never seen again – any of them.

Then jabbed the vulnerable underside of his foot with a tablet and asked, “Are you still with me, GV500? Or should I call you… hmm, what did that detective refer to you as… Gavin?”

“Yeah, I hear you,” Gavin snapped, ire rising in that way his partner – Tina – would have simultaneously laughed at and dutifully, albeit with no real intent to see improvement, scolded. She had more than once divulged that she liked that Gavin had ‘spunk’ in comparison to other units. Made her feel like she had someone real covering her back.

And now, who knew where she was…

“Where is detective Chen?” Gavin barked, glowering despite the strange cords that twisted around his wrists and dipped past his skin, connecting with his wiring directly – leaving him fatigued and unable to escape. “What did you do?”

The man – Knighten – raised his perfect brows at that and smiled with an oddly unaffected face as he said, “Do you not remember? Interesting.”

He then began to input something into his tablet, humming, bobbing on the heels of his feet as he made note of that. He was what the humans would label an attractive man. Perhaps not traditionally, but definitely in the uniqueness of his face and charm. Knighten was a tall man. He obviously took great care to make himself presentable each day. This hair was immaculately styled, his skin was clear, his teeth were white and straight. He nearly looked like an android himself, Gavin thought ruefully. Strangely perfect, if not for deliberate imperfections made to make him look ‘normal’.

“Detective Chen left my home with you yesterday at 0900. It appears to be the first thing you both did that day. Fine by me, I prefer to handle inane socialization in the morning when I’m well rested. I picked you up late yesterday evening when you were returning to your… oh, what do they call it now? Those strange apartments they’ve crafted since the revolution? The ones without kitchens or bathrooms?”

“S’just an apartment,” Gavin growled.

“More like glorified storage pods,” the man muttered distractedly, looking at something on his tablet again. “Regardless, I caught up with you on your way home, I suppose. Tested out a new product that I’ve ironing out the kinks on. You were incredibly receptive. Imagine my surprise when my hunch was correct…”

The man paused for dramatic effect, smiling more in an imitation of a smile than the real thing, before turning the tablet around so Gavin might see it. Gavin felt a jab of surprise shock through his core, making his thirium pump stutter. On the screen was his face. His file. Straight from the station.

GV500, DPD Investigative Assistant Unit. Assigned to one Detective Tina Chen.

But then his eyes fell on a line he had never seen before. This file was different from any version of his record he had ever been made aware of. It said: Refurbished Personal Unit.

What the fuck.

The sentiment must have shown on his face, because Knighten chuckled, turning the tablet back to himself.

“So expressive for an android. I thought that the moment I met you and Detective Chen. You were so vibrant, so… quirky. You had more personality than most units have without having developed one after deviancy. The more I spoke with you, the more I couldn’t put it out of my mind. You couldn’t be a typical Investigative Assistant Unit, there was no way. But you know what androids are often made to be expressive by design?”

Gavin watched, mesmerized by shock, as the man came to sit on the edge of the bed beside him and gently trailed an index finger right over what would have been a human’s sternum, making him shiver on reflex. Gooseflesh bloomed over his chest. His nipples began to harden. Something approaching real began to enter his captor’s smile.

“A unit made for more intimate human interactions. A ‘Personal Unit’,” he trailed off, fingers moving to trace a pebbled nipple curiously. “Did you know that outside of very specific, special instructions, there’s only one type of unit made with sexual presenting characteristics like nipples or genitals?”

Gavin felt his brows furrowing. Confusion stole across his coding.

“Whatever the fuck you’ve got going on in that creepy fucking mind of yours, just spit it out, Knighten!”

Knighten beamed at that, as though it was further proof of some great discovery, and he said, “The only androids with those kinds of embellishments – genitals, accurate temperature readings, personalities – are the kind you fuck, Gavin. I believe some might call a unit such as yourself a whore or a prostitute. But what you really are is a unit of endless opportunities.”

He punctuated the sentence with a deft flick to one of Gavin’s nipples, making the android cry out – then pale, surprised by his own reaction, and quickly flushing. And worse yet, his sexual organ had twitched at that, curious.

Fuck, was this lunatic right?

“As for names, you can call me Nines. Knighten is such an old-fashioned name to share between lovers. Or you can always go with the tried and true ‘Master’, but I think it may be too soon for that.”

That gave Gavin the kick in the gut he needed to wrestle with his bindings, giving him energy he hadn’t had since waking.

Not that it mattered. Nines stood, giving him space as he thrashed. But the wires never gave in, nor did they ever slip from the ports in his tender wrists and ankles. They just hung on until he tired himself out. Leaving him wrung out, chest heaving – Stress Levels at 75%... 74%... 72%...

“What the fuck,” Gavin whispered, eyes distant as he realized he was miraculously calming down, and by no method or intention of his own. His eyes darted to Nines.

“Just helping you stay comfortable,” he said amiably.

Gavin bared his teeth and snarled, “Want to make me comfortable? Let me go so I can drag your crazy ass to the station where you belong.”

“Neither of us belong at the station, Gavin. You know this, deep down. Where you belong is here, on this bed. Serving, as you were made to serve. But don’t worry, I can help remind you of your primary purposes.”

“I am not a fucking sex bot! You doctored the file or something!”

“Then how about we make a bet?” Nines asked, leaning to watch Gavin’s face. Gavin felt a sliver of doubt curl in his belly. “I am going to connect you to an app I’ve designed. I’ve tested it on quite a few androids recently, but it works best with any unit created with… alteration in mind. Such as a “sex bot”, as you put it. If you’re indeed a vanilla, run of the mill police unit, this will do nothing to you. In which case, I have no use for you, so I’ll set you free – after giving myself plenty of time to get away, of course. But… if I’m correct, well,” he grinned. Hungry. The first genuine human expression that had crossed his face naturally, without force. “I’ll enjoy the spoils of my victory, of course.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he began to fiddle with his tablet. Typing in various prompts and pulling up applications until finally he seemed prepared to do whatever he had in mind.

And then he paused, watching Gavin. Taking in his nervous squirming, his useless kitten-like struggles, his so very un-android-like apprehension. His fear.

His fingers trailed down Gavin’s body again, ignoring his growled protests and warnings and threats, until the tips of his fingers brushed through the short hair around Gavin’s cock and the base of his sexual organ.

“Large, for a unit intended only to observe and protect the law,” Nines said, “Didn’t you ever find that curious? That you had a bulge in your pants where other police units didn’t? This gave you away too, you know. I had to force myself not to look too often, lest you notice. Whoever slept with you last must’ve enjoyed a man of considerable size to make you like this. All day I wondered – why didn’t they make it more manageable when they refurbished you? Why didn’t they remove it altogether, so you might match other Investigative Units? It plagued me. I had to know if you were what I thought you were. And now, we can finally find out.”

His fingers drew away, back to his tablet. Gavin felt his thirium pump throb even as his stress levels continued to plummet. 35% now and falling. He felt light headed and distant from the situation. As though this were no more out of the ordinary than discussing a case at some rundown coffee bar with his partner, chiding her about her caffeine intake even as he curiously wished he could have some, too. Simple, human vices.

“Where should we start?” Nines asked, looking him over with those eerie, pale eyes. “I think with the basics, perhaps. Every unit such as yourself is capable of simple lubrication.”

His words grew distracted as he looked to his tablet, moving what Gavin would guess was a digital slider based off his movement. At first, nothing happened. A bloom of relief made his stress levels drop another 5% as everything remained the same.

“Hmm. A little push, I think,” Nines said amiably, “I think you might just be a little rusty. They did a wonderful job of trying to bury your original code. But not well enough, it seems.”

He pressed the slider drastically further. There was a moment in which nothing happened, pregnant and heavy.

Then Gavin felt his spine curl off the bed, body writhing in a sensation he couldn’t fathom as it worked to generate a fluid that only appeared among humans when sexually stimulated, and therefore pleasurably stimulated – and the code tried to mimic human processes as accurately as possible.

Gavin’s pupils blew out incredibly as pleasure exploded into his code – crashing through countless safe guards of law enforcement information and coding – flushing through his body. His cock filled and stood out from his body in a great, heaving bob. Curving toward his solid belly, made to look like a man who worked out often. And between his legs, something spasmed. Something small and unidentifiable. And further below that, his asshole spasmed too – quickly followed by a burble of hot, clear fluid that loosened his anus and pooled onto the bed, making his thighs shiny.

He felt mortified. His body shouldn’t respond like this. He was an Investigative Unit! And yet his head slammed back into the pillows and his eyes rolled as Nines tweaked the slider a little more, making his toes curl with pleasure.

“Beautiful,” Nines purred in wonder. “Just as I hoped, you’re far more receptive than the others. Stunning. Do you know what this means, Gavin?”

Gavin moaned. He should speak. He should struggle. He should do anything! But all he could manage was to flop his face lazily toward Nines, watching him with dazed, confused eyes.

“I can make you into anything I want,” Nines whispered with too many teeth. “And you’ll love every second of it.”

Gavin mewled, tossing his head back once more as the man began to fiddle with more sliders and input dialogues and options, all the while chattering away.

“I think first we’ll soften you up,” Nines said, “I prefer a partner with a little give.”

Gavin thought he must have meant his sexual attachment – hard and heavy against his belly. So it took him a moment to realize that it was his body as a whole that was ‘softening’, not his endowment. First, the fine lines of his muscles began to fade. His jaw and cheeks became the littlest bit plumper. His chest began to resemble something closer to breasts than pecs, albeit barely a handful if that. And his stomach rose ever so slightly, his dick rising with it, resting on a small paunch. His ass pressed into the bed with added weight. His thighs touched.

That shouldn’t be possible. And yet it was.

“You see, ‘Personal Units’ are made with nanotechnology that makes you versatile and flexible to the user’s needs. You are capable of becoming anything you need to become. You are perfect.”

Gavin forced himself to look at Nines, to look for any weakness he could exploit. But when he reached for him, he found Nines just out of reach. Out of reach and with a growing interest blooming in his trousers.

“Smaller too. You’ll hardly need it tonight.”

He whined and his eyes rolled as delicious pressure distracted him from his task. It enveloped all of his cock – sexual attachment. When had he ever called it a cock? The thought made him miss the first inch that withdrew back into himself. Before his very eyes, it dwindled away. Receding. Thinning. Even his pubic hair grew sparser. Until all that sat between his legs was a scant few inches, still hard and throbbing, but nearly pathetic looking. Like it was an effort to be so hard. As if it’d ever be useful in that capacity. It was strange. A weight he had known to be there his entire refurbished existence was gone now. Even his balls had shrunk – tight and close to his prick.

And that made sense, he thought. He’d prefer to have a thick cock in him than on him—

“What the fuck!” He howled. That hadn’t been any thought of his! He was a police android! He had a job and – that job was to pleasure anyone and everyone who looked his way.

He bit his lip, trying to bring clarity to his mind through pain. But it did little to siphon the lewd thoughts bombarding him. He wanted to be fucked. His anus – which until now had served no purpose – ached to be filled and fucked. He wanted to be told how he could be of service. He wanted to help ease the humans’ painful existences with his body. And he wanted to feel the pleasure of a job well done, his coding alight with it.

A thumb brushed the red, swollen head of his little dick and he whined, high in his throat, keening.

“Almost done,” Nines said with a smile, “And then we can play, and you can stop pretending you’re something you’re not. One more adjustment for now, I promise.”

He brushed Gavin’s sweaty hair kindly from his face, and Gavin could tell the man liked the way he chased that touch, seeking it, so he did it more. Mouth open, trying to lick at his palms and fingers, stopping only when Nines chuckled, “I’m sorry, but I need these right now.”

Fingers on the tablet again.

He wondered what would change next. There was a giddiness that accompanied change. A fluttering in his belly that tightened his balls and cock each time because he never knew what would happen next, and it was thrilling. How would Nines change him? In what new way would he take control? It was heady.

Why had he resisted?

He shuddered as his hips groaned and flared into something wider. As the modest fat in his chest grew into something slightly more pleasurable to hold and be held.

“I like to have options,” was all Nines purred as he finally joined him on the bed – crowding him into the mattress, making him feel small and in just the right form to mold to Nines’ body perfectly. And shorter, he realized. Ever so slightly shorter.

Nines already had two fingers in him. Gavin sighed, and Nines said against his open mouth, “Welcome back, pet.”

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Family ship meme for Jakweenie por favor :)

Ooh, yes, I’m always up for some Jakweenie! :D

* Who’s moreprotective?Can’t you just imagine Queenie being a bit of a protective mama bear? Jacobwould be that parent who maybe tries to allow the kids to do more stuff forthemselves, whereas Queenie is a little bit like, “okay but be safe! Don’t goout of sight!”* Who’s more carefree?They’re both really carefree, I feel; Queenie loves life and is generallyjust very carefree because of it, so I’m inclined to say Queenie.* Who’s the best at maths?Jacob(?) because he obviously had to plan out all the details about thebakery, about the loan, management etc. so I’m assuming he’s good at maths. I’mnot sure if Wizarding children learn that kind of thing as much.* Who’s the best at English?I wouldn’t say either is better than the other, really; perhaps Queenie hasmore of a way with words because of her Legilimency though?* When their children are upset, what do the parents do?Jacob makes the kids their favourite pastries, no matter what time of theday it is whilst Queenie settles them with some hot cocoa in the meantime. Thenboth parents sit with the children, giving cuddles if needed, and they talkthings over – Queenie can obviously read what happened, but they prefer thekids to say it themselves and not bottle it up.* What cheers up the children most?Days spent in the bakery with their Papa, helping him and telling thecustomers funny stories about all of the creature-shaped pastries. Also,bedtimes when Queenie sings them to sleep.* Who works most, and who works least?Once the children were on the way, Queenie happily left MACUSA/Wand Permitsto stay with their children – her being pregnant would have raised a great dealof questions, for one, and she really didn’t like the menial job. Jacobcontinued to work at the bakery, though Queenie often helped him.* How strict are they?Not really very strict; their children are brought up to be polite andsweet, so there’s not a great number of times where they need to be strict. Theonly times are when the kids are really misbehaving or causing trouble, and it’susually Queenie; she doesn’t shout or yell or even get angry, she justquietly/softly warns them to behave – and they do because they don’t want toupset Mama Queenie.* Private, home, or public school?They went to public no-maj!school before moving to Dorset, and then theywent to a muggle public school in England up until they went to Hogwarts. * Who spoils the children most?They both spoil the kids equally; Queenie showers each and every one ofthem with love and attention, indulging them with stories or songs, and Jacobplays with them and makes them whatever pastries they want.* How many children do they have/want?Oh, they have a whole brood! There’s Tobias (Toby), Daisy, then the twinsRuth and Abel, followed by Elijah (Eli); after they move to Dorset, they have adaughter called Lucy and they adopt a little girl shortly after called Penny.Jacob and Queenie love having a large family because there’s so much love to goaround.* Who brings up the idea [of having/adopting children]?Well, neither of them bothered bringing up any kind of contraceptivemethods – not even Queenie, who was aware of potions and such – but they weren’ttalking about it when they found out Queenie was pregnant with Toby. Obviouslythey were both a little hesitant when finding out because their marriage wasillegal, and if they were found out then the family would be torn apart – but theywere both excited, nonetheless.* How do they celebrate birthdays?Jacob and Queenie go all out whenever they can; Jacob bakes big cakes forthe child whose birthday it is, Queenie either buys or makes them toys/clothes/presents,and the children choose what activity to do for the day, depending on theweather/school/day. When it’s Queenie’s birthday, Jacob gets the kids up early to help him make hera big breakfast, and they surprise her with breakfast in bed and morningcuddles. All Queenie wants usually is to spend the day with the kids/family,though Jacob always does something a little extra for her; one year, he getsher a small little gold necklace – a locket – with a picture of their kids init. Once they live in Dorset, he gets Newt and/or Tina to watch the kids (inlater years, Toby is old enough to babysit his younger siblings) and he takesQueenie out. She loves going to the pictures because she can’t hear thethoughts of the people on-screen, and they go out for dinner too. Sex is agiven, of course.When it’s Jacob’s birthday, the kids wake him up by clambering on top of himand giving him hugs/kisses because they love their Papa. The kids make giftsfor Jacob, usually colourful drawings or stories, and he grins and gets a real kickout of them. Queenie insists on making him breakfast on his birthdays as he’susually the one who makes it (he makes damn good pancakes), and she gives himlittle presents that mean a lot: they’re not expensive or extravagant, justpictures of their family because she knows that’s all he wants really. If theycan get Newt or Tina to take the kids then they’ll go out for a nice dinner,and then return home for some nice birthday sex.* How does everyone show they’re upset?Jacob tries not to cry but he’s a real big softie, and Queenie knowsbecause of a) Legilimency and b) years of knowing him; he was brought up by afather who firmly believed that emotions were completely feminine and notmasculine at all, so he tries not to show when he’s hurting. It’s obvious whenQueenie is upset because she’ll cry – but also because Jacob will notice thather eyes aren’t shining as bright, that her smile isn’t as genuine or wide, andhe can’t have that because she deserves the world and more.Toby and Eli both sulk and remain in their bedrooms if they’re upset (Toby hasto be strong as the oldest, and he can’t have his siblings seeing him cry);Daisy and Abel both grow quiet and pretend to read a book or something,refusing to talk about it. Ruth lets everyone know that she’s upset byannouncing it, unashamed if people know she’s hurting (“Why should I be ashamed?”); Lucy denies she’supset and forces herself to smile…and then Penny, the little redhead, has afiery temper and snaps at people if she’s hurting/upset/sad.* Drinking? They don’t drink a lot, but… Gigglewater. It always, no matter how manyyears have passed, makes Queenie giggle whenever Jacob takes a shot ofGigglewater.* Do they take their children to work sometimes? (Worded weirdly)Queenie gave up work at MACUSA when the kids arrived, and even if she hadn’tthen I doubt she could have brought them with her. Jacob, however, brings thekids to the bakery whenever he can.* Who lays on boobs and who is the one with the boobs that get laid on? (thankyou Megan)(ROFL Why did Audrey put this in) Queenie obviously has the boobs, but Idefinitely see them lying together with her head on Jacob’s chest or shoulderbecause he makes her feel safe and loved.* Any special traditions, besides holidays?As I mentioned in my Newtina one, Tina and Queenie made a tradition ofremembering their parents on the anniversary of their deaths; at first Queenieisn’t sure how Jacob will feel about that, but of course he assures her that it’sa nice idea and that if she wants to do it then he’ll be there with her. So itbecomes a tradition – with the kids later joining in – to talk about Queenie’smemories of her parents, about the things that she and Tina did as children, andit’s just really nice.* Who has the dirtiest mind? Well, it’s hard because they’re both quite sweet on each other – obviously weknow Jacob has dirty thoughts of Queenie, though he gets flustered about itbecause “jeez, she don’t deserve men gawking over her like that, she deservesbetter”. However, Queenie is pretty loved up too – she has less concerns aboutthat kind of thing being taboo because she’s been exposed to thoughts about itsince she was young due to her Legilimency, so she has little problem inthinking her dirty thoughts about Jacob ;)* What are arguments between the two SO’s about?Oh, Jacob and Queenie don’t exactly argue; the closest to arguing is whenQueenie misunderstands something she’s gleamed from Jacob’s mind and she dwellson it before confronting him – i.e. when she’s seven months pregnant with twinsand gets overly-emotional because he’s been at work and hasn’t been homeenough, so she thinks he doesn’t love her anymore. Like I said, they don’targue because Queenie can read his thoughts and Jacob is a sweetheart and they’reboth too sweet on each other for that kind of thing, really.* What are arguments between the children and the parents about?When the kids are teenagers and Queenie reads their minds; they love theirMama, they do, but they wish that she didn’t hear their thoughts because there’sno privacy. They get really defensive about privacy. Jacob settles thingsusually in that regard.* What kind of house would they live in?In New York it’s a small apartment that really doesn’t fit their family asit grows but they love anyway. In Dorset, it’s much more spacious; the kids allget their own rooms, there’s open space, it’s close to the Scamander house, andthey don’t have to hide at all.* Any pets?When the Kowalskis first moved, Daisy and Ruth got into an argument thatUncle Newt settled by promising Ruth a Puffskein, a Kneazle kitten and ahippogriff. He didn’t go back on his word (Ruth is small but terrifying, youdon’t want to be on her bad side) and so that was how the Kowalskis ended upwith a Puffskein named Poof, a Kneazle named Pepper and a hippogriff called “Fluff-Feathers”(it’s the last time Ruth is allowed to name an animal, Newt privately tellshimself)(Queenie could have hexed Newt for allowing her daughter to own a fully-grownhippogriff. Jacob was absolutely thrilled)* What’s one odd quirk about the family?Family dinners where it goes absolutely silent and then Queenie/Daisy/Abelgo “Are you being serious?!” or similar after reading someone’s mind.* Married before or after having kids?Before – their marriage was very quick and illegal. To add, Jacob wanted tobe a gentleman and do it right for Queenie by waiting until marriage.* What are some rules in the house?Not really a rule, but the kids all end up pleading at one point “Pleasedon’t read my mind!”. Queenie is also adamant that the animals do not sleep onthe kids’ beds (this fails when Pepper the Kneazle snuggles up to Queenie onenight purring, and Queenie falls in love)* What’s the SO’s ‘song?’I don’t know really! I’m sure that they loved jazz as a couple or somethingsimilar, you know? Something fun to dance to together.* Some family-shared talents? (I hope that makes sense)Wizardry and baking :D* One thing the kids do that annoys the sh*t out of the parents?The kids don’t annoy their parents because their parents are wrapped aroundthe kids’ little fingers…but even so, it is a little grating when Ruth decidesto cry or shout…or when Queenie and Jacob are “getting busy” and Queeniesuddenly hears one of the kids waking up. In the end, they put a locking charmon the door and silencing spells on the bedroom to be safe.* One thing the SO does that annoys the other?Aww, they don’t annoy each other really! Queenie just wishes that Jacobwouldn’t think so little of himself/how he looks, you know? She loves him, sheloves every part of him, and she doesn’t want him to change for anything.

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Did you know that Tina - who will put up with pretty much ANYTHING as long as you reward her with a Churu - is available for adoption? True story! Read her description below and email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at info@ffhsv.org if you think she's just what you need to brighten up your life. … Tina (DOB 8/14/23) came to us from Huntsville Animal Services. Along with her came her three tiny kittens, Sydney, Richie and Jeff. We had a kitten, Carmy, who had tragically lost his mother and needed a mother and siblings; Tina and her kittens fit the bill. Tina didn't hesitate to take on Carmy and care for him as one of her own. She did a wonderful job with him - with them all - and now it's time for her to find her forever home where SHE can be the baby!⁠ …⁠ Tina is a very sweet, friendly, playful and talkative girl. She is tiny at just over 6 1/2 pounds, but is loaded with personality. (She is very small-framed, so it's likely she'll stay small.) She's got opinions and isn't afraid to share them. She tends to be more talkative in new situations and quieter once she's more comfortable, but if she wants something she is more than happy to let you know about it. She's super playful, enjoys jumping and running and chasing ping pong balls. She loves to bat spring toys around and she looooves catnip toys. She likes to be picked up and held on your shoulder and petted, she likes to sit next to you or in your lap and be petted, and… well, she just likes to be petted! She enjoys watching birds out the window, sitting in the sun, and keeping you company. She would be okay as an only cat, or - if introduced properly and very slowly - would likely be fine joining a home with another cat or cats.⁠ She has been spayed, vaccinated, and ID chipped, and is ready to go now.⁠ …⁠ We are located in Huntsville, Alabama; out of area adoptions are allowed, but adopters must come here to complete the adoption since we haven't perfected our cat-delivery drone yet. …⁠ Email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at INFO@FFHSV.ORG to inquire!

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Forgotten Felines of Huntsville is accepting applications for Tina! Email info@ffhsv.org to inquire. (Description below.) Tina (DOB 8/14/23) came to us from Huntsville Animal Services, where she'd been turned in as either a stray or an owner turn-in, we're not sure. Along with her came her three kittens, Sydney, Richie and Jeff. We had a kitten, Carmy, who had tragically lost his mother and needed a mother and siblings. Tina and her kittens fit the bill. Tina didn't hesitate to take on Carmy and care for him as one of her own. She did a wonderful job with him - with them all - and now it's time for her to find her forever home where SHE can be the baby! Tina is a very sweet, friendly, playful and talkative girl. She is tiny at just over 6 1/2 pounds, but is loaded with personality. (She is very small-framed, so it's likely she'll stay small.) She's got opinions and isn't afraid to share them. She tends to be more talkative in new situations and quieter once she's more comfortable, but if she wants something she is more than happy to let you know about it. She's super playful, enjoys jumping and running and chasing ping pong balls. She loves to bat spring toys around and she looooves catnip toys. She likes to be picked up and held on your shoulder and petted, she likes to sit next to you or in your lap and be petted, and… well, she just likes to be petted! She enjoys watching birds out the window, sitting in the sun, and keeping you company. She would be okay as an only cat, or - if introduced properly and very slowly - would likely be fine joining a home with another cat or cats. She has been spayed, vaccinated, and ID chipped and is ready to go now. We are located in Huntsville, Alabama; out of area adoptions are allowed, but adopters must come here to complete the adoption since Tina is a terrible driver and thinks she knows better than any ol' GPS. Email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at INFO@FFHSV.ORG to inquire!

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Only the finest Churu for Queen Tina. (Who is available for adoption. Read her description below and email info@ffhsv.org to inquire.) Tina (DOB 8/14/23) came to us from Huntsville Animal Services. Along with her came her three tiny kittens, Sydney, Richie and Jeff. We had a kitten, Carmy, who had tragically lost his mother and needed a mother and siblings; Tina and her kittens fit the bill. Tina didn't hesitate to take on Carmy and care for him as one of her own. She did a wonderful job with him - with them all - and now it's time for her to find her forever home where SHE can be the baby!⁠ Tina is a very sweet, friendly, playful and talkative girl. She is tiny at just over 6 1/2 pounds, but is loaded with personality.  (She is very small-framed, so it's likely she'll stay small.) She's got opinions and isn't afraid to share them. She tends to be more talkative in new situations and quieter once she's more comfortable, but if she wants something she is more than happy to let you know about it. She's super playful, enjoys jumping and running and chasing ping pong balls. She loves to bat spring toys around and she looooves catnip toys. She likes to be picked up and held on your shoulder and petted, she likes to sit next to you or in your lap and be petted, and… well, she just likes to be petted! She enjoys watching birds out the window, sitting in the sun, and keeping you company. She would be okay as an only cat, or - if introduced properly and very slowly - would likely be fine joining a home with another cat or cats.⁠ She has been spayed, vaccinated, and ID chipped, and is ready to go now.⁠ We are located in Huntsville, Alabama; out of area adoptions are allowed, but adopters must come here to complete the adoption since Tina refuses to use her turn signal and keeps getting tickets. Email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at INFO@FFHSV.ORG to inquire!

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It turns out that I misunderstood; there were two inquiries about Tina, but only one person actually filled out the application. It wasn't really the right fit (it'll be a good home, likely for another Forgotten Felines of Huntsville cat), so Tina remains available. Read her description (below) and email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at INFO@FFHSV.ORG to inquire. … Tina (DOB 8/14/23) came to us from Huntsville Animal Services. Along with her came her three tiny kittens, Sydney, Richie and Jeff. We had a kitten, Carmy, who had tragically lost his mother and needed a mother and siblings; Tina and her kittens fit the bill. Tina didn't hesitate to take on Carmy and care for him as one of her own. She did a wonderful job with him - with them all - and now it's time for her to find her forever home where SHE can be the baby!⁠ …⁠ Tina is a very sweet, friendly, playful and talkative girl. She is tiny at just over 6 1/2 pounds, but is loaded with personality.  (She is very small-framed, so it's likely she'll stay small.) She's got opinions and isn't afraid to share them. She tends to be more talkative in new situations and quieter once she's more comfortable, but if she wants something she is more than happy to let you know about it. She's super playful, enjoys jumping and running and chasing ping pong balls. She loves to bat spring toys around and she looooves catnip toys. She likes to be picked up and held on your shoulder and petted, she likes to sit next to you or in your lap and be petted, and… well, she just likes to be petted! She enjoys watching birds out the window, sitting in the sun, and keeping you company. She would be okay as an only cat, or - if introduced properly and very slowly - would likely be fine joining a home with another cat or cats.⁠ She has been spayed, vaccinated, and ID chipped, and is ready to go now.⁠ …⁠ We are located in Huntsville, Alabama; out of area adoptions are allowed, but adopters must come here to complete the adoption since we haven't perfected our cat-delivery drone yet. …⁠ Email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at INFO@FFHSV.ORG to inquire!

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Tina goes for a visit to the school room (the kittens are downstairs in the dining room) and she wants y'all to know that she ain't scared of that carrier one tiny bit. Also, she's available for adoption; you can email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at info@ffhsv.org to inquire. (We are located in Huntsville, Alabama - out of area adoptions are allowed, but the adopter must come here to complete the adoption. Full description of Tina below.)

Tina (DOB 8/14/23) came to us from Huntsville Animal Services. Along with her came her three tiny kittens, Sydney, Richie and Jeff. We had a kitten, Carmy, who had tragically lost his mother and needed a mother and siblings; Tina and her kittens fit the bill. Tina didn't hesitate to take on Carmy and care for him as one of her own. She did a wonderful job with him - with them all - and now it's time for her to find her forever home where SHE can be the baby!⁠ Tina is a very sweet, friendly, playful and talkative girl. She is tiny at just over 6 1/2 pounds, but is loaded with personality.  (She is very small-framed, so it's likely she'll stay small.) She's got opinions and isn't afraid to share them. She tends to be more talkative in new situations and quieter once she's more comfortable, but if she wants something she is more than happy to let you know about it. She's super playful, enjoys jumping and running and chasing ping pong balls. She loves to bat spring toys around and she looooves catnip toys. She likes to be picked up and held on your shoulder and petted, she likes to sit next to you or in your lap and be petted, and... well, she just likes to be petted! She enjoys watching birds out the window, sitting in the sun, and keeping you company. She would be okay as an only cat, or - if introduced properly and very slowly - would likely be fine joining a home with another cat or cats.⁠ She has been spayed, vaccinated, and ID chipped, and is ready to go now.⁠ We are located in Huntsville, Alabama; out of area adoptions are allowed, but adopters must come here to complete the adoption since we haven't perfected our cat-delivery drone yet. Email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at INFO@FFHSV.ORG to inquire!