#🐾.anon

[sttoru]

SUKANA DIDNT DO ANYTHINGGG???? WHAT. HE KILLED MY GLORIOUS BLUE EYED KINGGG KSJDNFMFKZJWMED.

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he didn’t do anything 😞😞😞😞😞 guys……… come on

[disneyprincemuke]

logan fr is the most polite person (apart from maybe mick and zhou) that’s ever been on the grid like what do you mean he’s a florida man it makes zero sense

🐾 anon

it makes absolutely no sense that he is a florida man, but it also kinda makes sense when he opens his mouth 😭

i remember that one interview where he had to guess florida man news and he was just baffled at the insanity of his fellow men 😭😭😭

[cold--carnage]

AMAZING NICKNAME !!! And I’m glad :33 hope I spread amazing positivity like a little whimsical fairy

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toebeans are always a source of whimsy and positivity :3

[prxship]

baps you with my paws

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OMG HI HI 🐾ANON! so sorry i haven’t answered ur other ask i have NOT had the energy to clean my inbox out. BAPS U BACK W MY SHEEPIE HOOVES BAP BAP

[rodolfoparras]

blue collar men in theory >>>> blue collar men in practice 😭 theyre useless i tell you USELESS. picking out their clothes to wear to work, to wear out, fixing &. plating dinner because they work so hard… house wife/husband life is for some people but it is Not for me, i respect yall fr -🐾 who grew up in a small, blue collar town w/ a blue collar father

Sugar you’re making great points here but all I’m thinking about is retired!Price taking care of blue collar reader

Thinking about trying to convince Price to retire but he refuses claiming he doesn’t know what he’ll do all day, even joking about how you just want to see him prance around the house only wearing a robe while doing chores

But after he says it, you cant get the comment out of your head and all you can think about is him waiting for you at the door, in a robe the same color as his cerulean eyes, matching stockings pulled up his thighs and a plug buried in his ass

Thinking about him kissing your lips as soon as you step foot inside, lace clad cock rubbing upon your clothed one, getting you all worked up only to pull away telling you dinner is ready with a smile on his face.

And you’re hot on his trail, barely shrugging off your muddy boots before you’re in the kitchen with him

He’s got his back turned to you, as he plates your food for you but just when he’s about to finish up he feels you coming up behind, your big hands on his hips and your painfully hard cock rubbing against the cleft of his ass.

He pauses for just a second, a gasp escaping his lips as he revels into the feeling. However just when he’s about to tell you to wait, that you should eat before you do anything, you’re dropping down to your knees, pulling his robe to the side before swiftly pulling the plug out of his ass.

“Didn’t you say dinners ready?”

[sea-lanterns]

I don't know about you but I can sense some rivalry between Panther! Arlecchino an Cat! Lynette for Mouse! Reader attention and affection

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Panther! Arlecchino groaning when she sees Housecat! Lynette run off with you in her mouth. She was going to be the one to run off with you so she could spoil you! Not her daughter!

Arlecchino probably regrets teaching Lynette how to hunt like an apex predator, because now she’s swiftly catching you before Arlecchino gets the chance to, darting away quickly and squeezing into the smallest of escape routes so poor Arlecchino can’t even follow her 😭

Panther! Arlecchino is simply too big to follow Lynette when she squeezes through some vent and keeps you in her cat bed. Purring quietly as she keeps you wrapped up in her longcat body and licking you to “clean” you from her roughhousing. Poor Arlecchino can only watch 💀

[biolumien]

HELLO!! i dont normally send requests (up to a year in tumblr, i have only sent.. 2. including this one.) but i was wondering if you write platonic stuff? :') im deadly inlove with your works, never fails to disappoint huhuu and i adore them, and if you do, do you mind writing a hoshina x younger sibling reader? maybe they have a bad relationship with him and tries to make it up by joining the third division so that they could get closer, but he's just giving the cold shoulder and ignoring them. in the end the reader gets injured - hopefully this isn't too detailed!! i was also wondering if you take anons.. if you do - could i be 🐾 anon? mentioning this again but i seriously do love your works they're all so well written 🥹

notes: aaaa?!?!? im really honored that you decided to request something from me;; fun fact im actually an only child (lol) so i hope this is something you were looking for!! (i am still a bit sick >_<...

siblings, siblings...

soshiro hoshina & sibling!reader general description of injury and blood on your end. word count: 899

you and soshiro were never really close. as the youngest of the hoshina family and with the best unleashed combat power in guns, you were often lauded as the family’s best chance in the defense force—which put you at odds with soshiro’s utter lack of combat power in the firearms department. you’d tried to reach out—to talk, to do anything—but soichiro and soshiro never had time for you. 

or well, it seemed as if soshiro considered you his number one enemy. the antithesis of his existence—that by the fact you existed, it seemed as if he would be utterly worthless after all. 

when you transferred to the third division, you received no acknowledgement from soichiro or soshiro. 

“i trust you will lay your life down for the cause as effectively as you have in other divisions,” mina said to you on the day you were sworn in, your brother at her side. 

he didn’t look at you. 

“you have quite the impressive resume,” mina had said. “second and first division positions. an easy shoo-in for division leader right after gen narumi. what made you decide to enter the third division?” 

you’d swallowed, watching soshiro very pointedly not looking at you. 

“i… no reasons, in particular,” you’d lied. “just… um… curious in expanding my options. is all.” 

soshiro’s eyes had been cold. 

it was clear where the two of you stood, and soshiro wanted nothing to do with you, even if you’d basically demoted yourself from a cushy spot in the first division for it. the two of you rarely spoke—and if he ever acknowledged you at all, it was with one word responses or an affirmative, very stiff nod, as if it killed him utterly and completely to acknowledge you. 

were the two of you sweet once? had you run around the hoshina estate giggling once? had that been you?

…

would it ever be you again, even if it had? 

(you remember the taste of konpeito that soshiro would sneak you from soichiro’s collection of sweets, and he would raise a finger to his lips, telling you it was a secret.)

(but then why did you remember the feeling of asphalt against your feet on the days where soshiro seemed to forget to train as he dragged you towards the grass to play chase?)

(then why did you remember the times where you’d have a bad nightmare, but never felt brave enough to go to soichiro, so you’d always gone to soshiro instead? he’d laughed, cocky and brilliant even late at night and told you not to worry because he’d cut up your bad dreams. and you believed him, because he was your big brother and he’d never been wrong, never been cruel the way soichiro was to you and soshiro.)

why did you have to remember all of that?

you cough out a mouthful of blood. 

of course you only remember all of that right now as you bleed out. 

your eyes feel heavy.

what had the attack been, again? a yoju? a honju? you could’ve taken it down on your own, right? did it matter? your gun didn’t do anything—it couldn’t, laying uselessly on the ground next to you as you felt another choking mouthful of blood cloying against your lips. 

you want to scream. 

what was the point, you wanted to ask. what was the point of transferring if your brother wouldn’t acknowledge you—even though all you wanted to do was speak to him again? 

“don’t close your eyes.”

thank god you still have enough energy for your eyes to fly open, staring up at soshiro, who leaned down to haul you to your feet—but really he was putting most of your weight on him, your feet barely scraping the floor. 

“soshiro,” you rasp. “why?” 

“that’s what i should be asking you,” soshiro’s voice was still cold. distant, as he began walking you back towards the other troops—carefully, so as to not upset your wounds. “why did you transfer out of the first division? from what i heard, you were making quite the name for yourself out there. needed to steal my spotlight that badly?” 

“that’s not it,” you snap, wincing in pain. “i just wanted my brother back. is that so much to ask for? i figure it is, because you just randomly stopped talking to me for no goddamn reason!” 

you feel soshiro freeze up. 

“you wouldn’t get it.”

he sounds resentful. 

“fuck no i wouldn’t!” you say. “i don’t know what’s going on because you won’t tell me! but the only thing i do know is that i want to be able to talk to at least one of my big brothers that doesn’t treat me like shit! because as it stands right now, both of you do!” 

you gasp out in pain, coughing up another mouthful of blood. 

soshiro’s body is still tense, his hand tightening where it’s wrapped around your arm. 

“i’m—” soshiro mutters. “sorry. i—i just.” he laughs. “i’m a sorry excuse for an older brother, huh?” 

“you are,” you retort, and soshiro laughs again, and he sounds almost like he did when the two of you were younger. 

“let’s go home,” soshiro says after a moment, his voice less resentful now. 

you feel almost like a kid again in that moment, leaning on soshiro after you’d fallen during tag, having scraped your knee. 

“okay,” you wheeze out. “okay.” 

[princessbrunette]

last thought .. reader who is always baking sweets for rafe even though he’s always whining about how he needs to stay in shape and cant keep putting crappy shit into his body!! but she secretly does it because she loves being all over him after he increases his gym visits to work off all the sugar <33

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him dragging all his friends into the kitchen padding up behind you whilst you make dinner or something like “did you make anymore of those fuckin’… uh… those little pastry things? want the boys to try ‘em.” and you’re just so proud like omg u liked them that much <333

[coeurify]

idk if you’re comfortable with writing this (it’s okay if not no worries!) but gunplay w abby who forces you to suck the barrel and threatens to fuck you/shoot you with it if you don’t do a good enough job 🫣

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okkk so i changed it a bit but its still pistol sucking hehe!

warnings 18+ , dom/sub dynamic, the use of “dumb” and calling reader stupid, pistol sucking, i guess you could say fear play. reader is into how dangerous it is basically.

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The very first sensation you could pick out behind the black of your tightly closed eyes was something cool against your cheek. Something that pressed into the plush skin, drawing a sharp intake of air from your shaking lips. A disapproving tsk came next, escaping into the stuffy air of the room above you.

She was always above you.

As you shifted your knees, the flesh burned against the ragged carpet, the scratchy green material itching over your raw, bruised knees. The familiarity of being beneath her was unsurprising in this moment, even comforting.

What was surprising was the cool feeling, a chill sweeping through your body. Your eyes squeezed even further, bursts of color confined behind you shut lids as you tried to figure out what the shape was.

Round maybe? A frigid, rounded tip delicately traced beneath your chin, coaxing it upward.

“Open your eyes baby,” the voice gently commanded. It sent a warm rush through your spine, insides liquidly at the croon of Abby’s voice. Her voice that was always syrupy sweet to your pliant, submission-tinted brain– no matter how fucked up the situatuon may be. A moth to a fucking flame, your eyes blinked open, vision blurry as your face tolted more, the unmistakable shape of the blonde coming to view as your pupils adjusted to the light.

You knew why you were here. Why you had been shoved to your knees the moment you and Abby stumbled upon this rundown hotel. No resistance surfaced as her firm grip shoved you through the door, her voice, your siren song, falling silent only after demanding you to close your eyes.

You cant pinpoint how long you stayed like that, palms damp against your knees, eyelashes delicately grazing your undereyes, keeping them shut obediently.

“Do you know what’s under your chin?” Abby hummed, crouching down to your level, one strand of soft blonde hair falling in front of her face, her shoes squeaking softly as they bent to conform to her position.

One hand, the hand holding whatever object was pressing painfully under your chin, twisting as a tongue poked its way out from her lips, cerulean eyes blown out as her gaze falls downward.

“N-no,” you exhaled, fingers digging into the denim of your jeans, ignoring the heat that grew between your legs as Abby stared at you, eyebrows narrowed, tension etched on her face.

You’d really fucked up.

“Use your eyes, you're smart enough to do that, arent you?” the blonde taunted, casually flicking her wrist to press the object against you again.

You knew you deserved this, hell– you wanted this.

Hesitating, you shifted your head away from it’s position, chin dipping down in sync with your eyes, blinking rapidly as Abby’s pistol came into view. Of course.

“It’s your gun, abs,” you reply a moment later, lowering your voice to be as soft as possible, looking up through your eyelashes, acting on your best behavior, desperate to weaken Abby’s resolve.

But Abby was a stubborn girl, one who stook to her word, her decisions. Her punishments.

“Maybe she does have a brain up there after all,” Abby mocks, the pistol's barrel tracing the line of your neck as you swallow audibly. “Why do you think i’m holding my pistol, doll?”

“Dunno,” you mutter, a tiny knot forming in your tummy as Abby’s eyes flit to yours again, darkened under the dwindling light filtering through the boarded windows.

“You dunno?” the blonde repeats, licking over her lips again as an exasperated scoff falls from them. You only answer with a small shake of your head.

But you did know. You had made a dumb decision with that gun. Put yourself in danger, put Abby in danger.

It was a moment of misplaced confidence, when your body was squished against your girlfriend in a tight hallway in the city, her ragged breaths pressing into your ear as she gripped you close, waiting for the clicker to pass as silently as she could. The building was packed, a basement door opened sometime the night before likely– spilling a horde of new infected into a building that was usually deemed clear on patrols.

You just wanted to prove something. That was why you swiped the pistol from Abby’s waist, why you shoved it in your own pocket sneakily as Abby dealt with the clicker, motioning you to follow as you continued down the building.

You just wanted to get that rush.

“You are so fucking cocky, you know that?” Abby asks, the opening of the metal trailing up your cheek again until it taps against your temple. “Or maybe you're just dumb, huh?”

You shake your head rapidly. “Just wanted to help, abs.”

Help by going down the opposite way than abby in than building. Help by fiddling with the gun you barely knew how to use when a runner caught your attention. You were just trying to help when you stepped on a can, two runners flicking their heads up your way as you shakily tried to point the gun at one.

But you hadn't helped. Not when you had to scream Abby’s name after only getting one runner down, another grabbing at your arm as you tried to take off.

Your help was just another fucking issue as Abby had to save your ass.

“Help?”

You nod again.

“You think stealing my things, almost getting yourself killed, is helping?” she asked, her tone proving just how ridiculous she found you. You barely knew how to fucking work her fucking pistol, let alone go off alone on a patrol.

“I’m sorry Abby,” you whimper, knees grazing the carpet as you fidget, your heart racing with each gentle tap of the gun against your temple. “I was being stupid. M’sorry,” you admit, meeting her blue eyes.

“You think you're a strong girl, hm? Think you can go fight on your own? That you can steal my shit?” Your lip quivers, finding refuge between your teeth, a fiery swirl rising in your stomach as the pistol nudges your cheeks, Abby chuckling as she pokes at the fat there again.

There’s no way to escape the uncomfoftable roll of your hips down into the ground after the sound, how fucking condesending Abby sounded as she had a gun against your face. A surge of pure need intensifies, your poor core searching for relief from the tension.

“And look at t-that, youre fucking into it too?” your girlfriend sounds absolutely astonished by your reaction, and even if you know it's all a show to further that feeling of shame rising in your body, you still whine in denial.

“Do y’have a death wish or something?” she asks, “first you try and use this without a clue in the world of if it was even loaded, and now you're getting off on geting threatened with it?”

“No,” you deny, but you know your panties, which stick against your pooling cunt would tell another story.

Abby shakes her head, almost in disbelief as the very tip of the gun finds your lips. You hold your breath, gaze following hers.

“Dumb fuckin’ girl,” the blonde mutters, pressing the gun hard enough to part your lips, the cool metal pressing against the white of your teeth, a shiver wracking through your body at the feel of it.

“My dumb fuckin’ girl,” Abby amends, inhaling sharply as you relent, allowing the barrel to slide past the plush, wet warmth just slightly.

“You like this gun so much, the least you could do is clean it then, yea?” she muttered, and you dont mistake the slight hitch in her tone. You don’t miss how her position shifts to also kneel, yet still somehow looking down at you.

You open your mouth wider, her grip on the gun handle so firm it feels like it might crack, as she gradually lowers the barrel into your mouth.

Your heart pounds beneath your ribcage, your tongue exploring the cold metal, tracing the divots and intricate details. Abby had already cleaned it, you knew that, but she still pushed it further in your waiting mouth, a powertrip building behind her hazy eyes.

“There you go,” she whispered, “Aah,” her own lips parting, her chin tilting up as she eases the barrel further in, now resting against your tongue.

“just like that– sure you remember how to do this, hm? Taught you well with my cock, right?”

You nod, eyes flashing quick memories of your mouth around her strap. Abby was met with a soft suckling noise, her dilated pupils darting swiftly as the metal disappeared between your lips, hand softly, deliberately thrusting the barrel in and out.

You hadn't expected the motion at first, gargling gently as you adjusted to the cold feeling on the inside of your mouth, teeth scraping the barrel slightly as you sucked like it really was her cock, hollowing your cheeks, head moving in tandem with Abby’s slow movements.

It was fucking filthy.

Abby’s free thumb moves to your chin, swiping at a bead of shiny drool that dripped from the corner of your mouth, “You ever gonna do somethin’ so dumb again?”

Shaking your head, you feel the weighty tip against the back of your tongue, and you fight the instinct to gag around the metal. Blue eyes watch intently as the slow back and forth motion continued, your mouth pooling with more spit as you took the round shape as best you could, eyes straining to keep contact with Abby’s gaze.

“You ever gonna put your life in danger like that again?” Abby continued, voice dripping with that delicious sternness you seeked, that you craved. She savored the surprised and soft gag that came when she shoved the gun a little harder.

You throbbed at the feeling, at how her lips hardened into a line as you licked around the base of the gun, a new rush of wetnees ruining your panties as your thighs squeeze impossibly closer.

This shouldn’t have you so turned on by something that could so easily kill you being shoved in your mouth, dipped in and out like some toy for your girlfriend’s own pleasure. But it did. It had you drenched between your legs, heart beating as loudly as the blood that pumped in your ears.

A quick and obvious shake of your head follows the second question, and Abby pauses her movement, letting it still heavily against your warm, wet tongue.

“I could fucking kill you,” Abby admits, eyes falling to where you rub your thighs together, seeking friction. “You know that?”

But she wouldn't. Abby would never *really* hurt you, you know that. With one more soft thrust into your mouth, the end of the barrel is almost right there— flush against your face as she holds it. Abby watches your hands scramble to grip at something, throat constricting to keep a gag from rising in your throat.

“There ya’ go, gag on it,” she grits, watching as more drool seeps between the stretched corners of your mouth, only relenting when she sees tears prick the corner of your eyes.

“So damn dumb,” she huffed, the pistol slowly falling from your lips– a long string of drool connecting the metal to your gaped mouth before your tongue could swipe the string away, clamping your mouth shut after you choke out a quick, “m’sorry, m’sorry.”

Abby wiped the pistol against her pants as she stood, backing up until her ass found the bed, her legs spreading, pistol placed next to her. You watched, eyes lidded as you stayed glued to the floor, watching as her large hand patted against her thigh before trailing to her pant’s button, long fingers hooking around it, her own cunt aching under her boxers.

“Come show me how sorry you are.”

[sttoru]

guys let's stop bullying megumi😖, he did nothing😭. he's so adorable. double everyone pain and give it mei mei. I HATE HER.

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no yeah okay we can come to an agreement on that 👩🏽‍💻 octuple everyone’s pain in jjk and pass it to mei mei ASAPPPPPP

[disneyprincemuke]

bro EVERY SINGLE TIME i remember that the grid doesn’t really acknowledge his presence i feel like putting logan in my pocket and whispering positive affirmations to him and giving him all the cuddles bc he’s so pookie like what do you mean ?!

-🐾 anon

BRO i wanna hug him so bad and tell him i started an army on tumblr for him idk he’s so pookie, i hate that they barely acknowledge him 😭

[cold--carnage]

Don’t feel pressured to answer this,,

We all love you very much and are all here for you it genuinely sucks that you’re going through a tough time rn and people still try to give you shit through anon !! Sending you all the love in the world rn to help you get through this,, you’re nothing close to a bad person!!

I loove youu/p and hope things get better

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thank you toebeans anon (new nickname there) you're really really kind and sweet <3

[prxship]

hello! i am coming to you live from the dead dove and the paws concert! i am here with their lead singer! tell me what is on the agenda for tonight’s event??

(also hi :3 i hope youre doing good sending good vibes and love /p)

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thank you so much for asking 🐾anon. Tonight’s main attraction includes [hopefully] posting some sketches of my s/is, followed by picrew posting of ocs. we’ll end it all off with our latest hit single, “Fuck off Antis”!

[HI I MISSED U SM MWA MWA MWA /P]

[rodolfoparras]

SCREAMING at those photos ur reposting bc ?! you talking to price about nudes and hes like . idk unsure about it and then youre away and hes like … well no time like the present! sending a nude that isnt showing anything but his big, hairy body and waiting sooo nonchalantly (hes so nervous) idk my brain is braining - 🐾

When Price sees the type of effect he has on you, he starts sending them so often: during breaks, while away on long missions, even when the two of you are out with the rest of 141 he’ll sneak away to the bathroom stall just to send you a picture that will more than likely rile you up

Eventually it progresses into videos. This one he really wasn’t a big fan of at first because he doesn’t like hearing his voice on videos and he certainly doesn’t know how to work his phone while getting off but he just can’t stop thinking about it and one day he finally decides to go for it

The camera work is shaky, and most of the time he’s got the lens accidentally covered up but what matters the most is how clearly you can hear his voice through the recording; small whines escaping his lips as he strokes his dick, whines that only grow louder and mingle with the sound of skin slapping as he inches closer to his release, many times he’ll accidentally stop the recording so he has to send you multiple of them in one go and at one point you just have a clip of him going “please please please,” before he cums on video

[sea-lanterns]

(In contrast to what Signora anon said)

Now imagine Arlecchino jealous and worried for the Empress. She cannot bear the thought of fighting even the Tsaritsa to win your heart, nu uh, she won't have that

If it's just some paper business you'll be found inside Arle's office in her lap buried in her coat (imagine that you're enough small compared to her so shell rest her head on top of yours🥺). You don't even have to worry about leaving your warm spot neither for a second: want some water? There's already a bottle with two glasses on the table. Hungry? She got yourself your favorite snack previously prepared (what a caring husband right? 🥰)

If she has to go out however she will leave you her coat and when she comes back she expect to see you in it (otherwise you'll be getting a grumpy pookie bear so I warmly suggest you to keep it on👀)

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Awwww we made the Pookie Wookie Bear jealous 🥺

Arlecchino comes back from her duties and is like “where’s my Empress?” Only for Signora to open up her coat and reveal the Empress all snug and warm while cuddled up to the fair lady. Oh, you bet Arle is going to be upset. She won’t really show it, but she gently tugs you away from her coworker and stuffs you in her coat instead, shuffling away with her Empress like she was a toy being fought over.

After that, Arlecchino does everything in her power to be the best husband she can be during your stay. She’s always keeping you in her lap or snuggled up against her, feeding you your favorite foods and drinks while she works to ensure you don’t get bored. Heck, whenever the other female Harbingers or god, even the Tsaritsa ask to coddle you for themselves, Arlecchino just shuffles away with you in her grasp, pretending she didn’t hear them 😭😭

Poor Pookie Wookie Bear. She thought traveling to Snezhnaya without the other courtesans would get her some alone time with her love, but unfortunately for her, it seems her coworkers have taken a liking to you too :(

Gib her kiss. She is trying to be a good hubby.

[spirit-lanterns]

Thoughts on catgirl Reader hanving zoomies and playing with Numby while Topaz is cooing at us? What if Reader is jealous of Numby because apparently they receive more attention? (That's not true, Reader has Topaz's undivided attention but they just want to throw a tantrum👀)

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Numby lives in constant fear for his life whenever he’s in the same house as Catgirl Reader.

Catgirl Reader likes to chase Numby around and cuddle him, but all Numby sees is an apex predator coming for him whenever he sets foot in your territory. You don’t mean to scare him, but Numby can’t help it. How else is he supposed to react to this feline woman scurrying after him and dragging him to cuddle? Topaz finds it amusing, poor Numby is left squealing for help, but all Topaz does is pat his head and give you a little forehead kiss.

Sometimes Catgirl Reader does get jealous over Numby though, but she doesn’t inflict it on him. Instead, she’d probably whine and paw at Topaz for the same affection, pushing Numby out of her arms and replacing his spot with herself instead. Topaz better give Catgirl Reader the same snuggles, otherwise she might risk a small…bite.