#I look like the kitten with milk covering its face

[pangur-and-grim]

this might be cringe, but we had to write 1 page of description about something and I chose my favourite object in the whole world

From how it looks, the statue should smell like algae and regurgitated milk (like an unweaned kitten, if it fell into a pond). In actuality, its only odour comes from the thick blanket of dust it wears. Its four legs are stout, toe-less. Its tail stands straight like the pole of bumper-car, eager and tensed to wag. Two wet eyes peer up. They are black enough to see your own face reflected. Under them, the tight line of a mouth, melancholic and imploring. 

Tapping its stout back (and leaving fingerprints in the dust) would reveal that it is hollow. A living animal might contain organs, and bones, and even a swallowed meal, but this creature holds only air. It can produce no sounds of its own. It will produce no waste. It will never want anything, nor squeeze anything foul out of its rear, but still it seems to beg for sustenance. Being frozen only adds to this tension; staring at it, each would wait for the other to blink. This is why a slab of plastic meat has been laid before it. An offering, like cream and butter for a fairy.

‘Frog kitten’ is how the online listing described it, and accordingly, it has an amphibious lack of ears. Its square body, shaped like a loaf of bread, is covered in mouldy splashes of night-green and white-beige. Two dabs of a cleaner white across its back only serve to emphasize the drabness of its majority. Five rake-marks trail down one side: scars, wounds, the bright green of its meat bleeding through. Could the sculptor have scratched it with their fingers, deeply and deliberately? And why? Why create such a young, sweet creature, and then harm it? 

The creature has no anus. The creature has no ear canals. The creature has no urethra, nor cloaca, no mouth, nor pores, but it does have two penetrating nostrils. If you shone a light down those narrow passages, you could explore the hollowness of its belly.

Touch the creature, and it is cold. Stroke it, and it is smooth, but speckled with the smallest of lumps and warts. It is dry but shines as though wet with perspired oils. You cannot look at this mute dead thing without seeing it as alive. The longer you hold its gaze, the less of the dust you smell, and the more of the algae and the milk. 

[buckyalpine]

Soft subby reader jealous stroking bucky

CEO Bucky x Jealous Secretary reader - slutty thot - making dom Bucky a needy slut for you.

Imagine being the soft, quiet little secretary of the very handsome James Barnes. What started off as a professional relationship quickly turned into something else once the sun had set and everyone left the office. No one know about the way he love the toy with your body to his liking, about how well you responded to him once the doors were locked.

James Barnes who had to stuff his tie in your mouth to keep your moans quiet, shoving his fingers deep down your throat while he railed you with his cock. His warm tongue would lick up your tears while you milked him dry with your needy, tight cunt. No one would ever guess such a shy little quiet thing would be a cockdrunk bunny on the inside, practically humping yourself on his thigh once his meetings were over, drooling and nursing off his cock under his desk when he was on calls.

****

You took another long sip from your drink, watching a red head trace a long, sharp manicured nail up Bucky's chest, giving him a flirty smile which he smirked back to. She was a prospective investor, one of the few people on the VIP list in attendance for the yearly company gala. Bucky threw her a charming laugh, clinking his glass with hers to something she said, the red head now resting her hand higher, stroking the expensive fabric of his suit.

This was the James Barnes who would pick you up from your desk and throw you over his shoulder when things didn't go his way, fucking his frustrations out with his hand slapped over your mouth, jaw clenched with his heavy balls slapping your clit with each thrust. James Barnes who would fill you up with so much cum, it would drip and make a mess on your skirt, making it impossible to stand up once he plopped you back onto your chair. James Barnes who loves what a secret little slut his secretary is. Such a quiet, sweet kitten who was too innocent for her own good.

The very James Barnes everyone wants and he damn well knows it.

And loves it.

So here he was, biting his lip and cocking his brow suggestively while the woman stood tall with poise, leaning over to whisper in his ear, making your cheeks grow hotter with each passing minute. You weren't aware making business deals with new partners involved wanting to eye fuck them in the process.

You downed another glass of bitter liquid, no longer able to ignore the surges of jealously that pulsed through you. You had no business being jealous or possessive but you couldn't help it, seeing him pull the same charm he used with you, even if the context was different. You missed the way his eyes glanced over to you each time you looked away; he grinned on the inside with the soft flare of your nostrils and the clench of your jaw.

The last straw for you was when he whispered something in her ear, her eyes growing wide in response, a crimson flush covering her face.

"Sir" You strode over, rolling your shoulders back, ignoring the woman, only keeping your eyes on him, "There's a call for you in the office, its urgent"

It was clearly a lie, he knew it, as did you but you didn't care. Bucky smirked at you, cocking his head to the side curiously while you continued to stare at him, waiting for him to follow you. The woman coughed, hoping to break the tension between you both, unamused at the way Bucky's attention was completely on you.

"Aren't you the secretary, shouldn't you cover the calls-

You didn't bother letting her finish, slipping your hand into Bucky's and pulling him away towards the large elevators, the brunette letting you take him wherever you so well pleased, curious about what you'd do. You were just a soft little bunny.

"What is it kitten" Bucky smirked at the scowl that tugged your lips.

"I didn't know your business ventures required flirting with new partners" you kept your voice steady, fighting against the alcohol that was coursing through your body.

"Are you jealous" he smirked, letting you drag him away from the crowd, shoving him into the elevator.

"What's there to be jealous of" you shot back, the fire in your belly growing stronger the more he taunted you. Bucky's cock grew harder and the change of your demeanor, your possessiveness making his tip weep.

"No need to be angry bunny, look at you acting so needy" Bucky tsked while the elevator doors opened to the top floor. The grip you had on his hand tightened as you both went into his large office which overlooked New York. You clicked, while he leaned against the doors with a cocky smile, arms crossed against his chest. His cockiness took a hit when you glanced down at the way his length strained against the fabric of his pants, just as needy as you were, if not more.

"You were acting like a whore, sir" You shrugged while letting your finger trace over the outline of his erection, pressing where the tip leaked through his slacks.

"Don't tease m-

"Please" You caught him off guard, grabbing his tie and tightening it around his neck just enough to make his breaths heavier, "Now tell me what you want"

"Play with my cock" Bucky swallowed thickly, his control slipping when you unbuckled his pants, his cock springing free, begging to be touched. You took a step back, humming at the sight of him; not a single wrinkle on his pristine suit, not a hair out of place, his beard trimmed, lustful eyes boring back at you. He looked so pretty with his cock out, waiting for you to do something, his dominant side faltering in confusion.

"Why don't you ask her to play with it, sir" you cocked your head to the side like he did, waiting for him to answer, his cheeks flushing. "Hm?"

"Want you to play with it" His voice was a whisper pushing his hips forward, showing you exactly where he needed you.

"You want me to play with your cock baby, it that it?" You cooed, tapping the tip with your index finger and pulling away slowly, letting the string of precum stretch before popping your finger into your mouth. "You're so wet" You hummed at his taste, stating the words he'd always throw at you before tracing circles onto his sensitive head again, smearing his arousal around without actually stroking him.

"Fuck" Bucky hissed, nearly slumping again the door while you teased him, biting back the moans that were lodged in the back of his throat. You wrapped your hand around his thick length without actually moving, squeezing the base of his cock.

"What is it kitten" you sneered, mimicking his words from earlier, smirking at the way his cock throbbed in your hand in response. "Look at you" you whispered, "Oh sweet boy" You cooed again, this time moving your hand to cup his full, heavy balls, rolling them in your palm, "They've so heavy, does it hurt?"

"Hurts so bad" He moaned when you tugged them and squeezed them while nipping his neck. You lazily wrapped around his length again, giving him long languid strokes, watching his face twist with desperation for more. Bucky felt like a teenage boy, thrusting into your hand, struggling not to blow while you continued to jerk his cock, his hips rolling to fuck your fist. He felt like he'd never been touched before, this being the first time someone had ever taken control over him and it was something else, especially when it was you.

"Mmmph" He whined, confused and aroused at the same time, desperate for more of your delicious torture, his dom side slipping even more. He tried to regain his bearings, standing straight up again, sucking in a breath, "So jealous-

"So desperate" You tutted, smacking his cheek for opening his mouth while rubbing and stroking his shaft, ignoring his tip completely.

"C'mon bunny, touch me" He was breathless, chasing your hand each time he got close to getting the tip into your palm, groaning when you moved away.

"I am touching you, aren't' I?"

God, he loved you like this.

"The tip- please, need you there, c'mon, please"

A wicked idea sparked in your mind, pulling him by his tie to stand in front of the floor to ceiling high windows that overlooked the city. The same windows he'd fucked you against countless of times, letting the world see you fall apart. Now it was your turn.

Bucky could feel his heart hammer against his chest standing in front of the window, the city twinkling below him while you stood behind him, your hand coming around his waist to grasp his cock. Bucky's hands flew to the window, splayed wide to hold himself up, fucking his cock into your hand, hardly in control of his movements.

He pulled back enough so the head of his cock would rub against your palm before pushing forward again, chasing his orgasm, unable to take his eyes off the way his fat cock slipped in and out of you smaller hand.

"S'good to me bunny, need you ta' squeeze my cock harder, c'mon, need you bunny, I need you" He practically whimpered for you, balling his hands into fists when you complied with a hum, moving your hand with his movement, adding more pressure, feeling his cock grow harder.

"Gonn'a c-cum" Bucky stuttered out while you kissed his neck, letting him continue to fuck your hand, his tip nearly touching the cool glass with how fast he was moving. "Oh God-"

"Such a pretty, fat cock, you're making a mess baby, are you gonna cum in front of everyone and show everyone who you really belong to?" You whispered, only getting a slutty, guttural moan back in response. "Go a head baby, make yourself cum, show everyone you're mine"

"OH FUCKKKK" Your words tossed him over the edge, a pornographic moan slipped past his pink lips as he started to paint the windows with thick spurts of his cum. His body trembled, shivers running down his spine as his balls seized against his body, still feeling full as ever.

"Oh god, I can't stop" Bucky wrapped his hand on top of yours, jerking himself off faster, working up to a second orgasm, angling his hips to shoot at the window again, his head thrown back, nearly falling onto his knees. "C'mon, make me cum again, pleaseplease-

You pushed him back onto his large chair, pulling your dress up and panties to the side, impaling yourself onto his overstimulated cock, crying out when he gripped your hips and started to thrust up, not giving you any control. You clung onto him while he drilled up into you, dribbles of cum still pouring from the tip.

"You're mine sir, mine"

"M'all yours bunny, all fuckin' yours, use me, oh fuck, use me" You grasped onto his shoulders, riding him till tears streaked his face, taking everything you gave him while you pulled a third orgasm from him. And a fourth.

"I-I can't cum anymore, please, cock hurts bunny, I can't-

He was begging but he didn't want you to stop, his hips continuing to thrust up while he slammed your ass down on him sloppily, eyes rolled back while chasing your peaked nipples. He pulled you forward so he could suckle onto them while

"Your cock hurts baby boy?" you stroked his cheek, the new term of endearment making him hard all over again, a sob escaping him.

"It hurts so much, make it go away, m'still so hard, why's your pussy so good bunny"

"One more baby boy?"

"O-one more bunny"

By the end of the night, he was milked dry, holding onto you while you were tucked into his chest, his soft cock still buried deep in your pussy. His neck was littered with dark bruises you marked him with, trailing down to his chest. He cuddled you for a few more minutes before you both had to make your way back down, his hand not leaving yours.

"How was the call - oh-" the red head's eyes grew wide seeing the red and purple hues that peaked under Bucky's collar a proud smirk on his face while he put his arm around your waist.

"It went well. Closed a new deal, if you must know" He stated before pressing a kiss onto your cheek, grinning at the way you melted into him, his soft little bunny.

sorry, this was longer than i intended.

[rhettabbotts]

shelbs!! my love!!

okay so here’s what i’m thinking… rhett and his partner’s first big holiday like thanksgiving or christmas as a married couple, idk i feel it would just be so special for them especially if maybe it’s his partners favorite holiday.

kisses!! - 🧸

underneath the tree - rhett abbott x reader

summary: christmas in your first home with your husband is nothing short of magical.

pairing: rhett abbott x wife!reader

w/c: 1.3k

warnings: none. lots and lots of fluff and holiday cheer. and kittens!

a/n: something a little short and sweet to celebrate the season. happy holidays to all of my sweet friends. ily all so much and i hope you have a wonderful celebration. thank you for all that each and every one of you do 🎄

Christmas has always been a big holiday in your family. It was the one thing you looked forward to every year. You had a lot of family traditions; baking cookies on Christmas Eve, decorating the tree the day after Thanksgiving, watching a Christmas movie every night during the month of December. When you and Rhett began dating, one thing you were so excited about was making your own Christmas traditions with him.

Christmas wasn’t a big holiday in his household. Sure, they decorated the tree and had a Christmas Day dinner but it wasn’t made out to be a big deal like it was with your family. So, that first Christmas you were together, you knew you wanted to make it special.

He joined your family on Christmas Eve for the Christmas cookie baking and the Christmas movie marathon.

Rhett grew to love and adore Christmas just as much as you. Moving into your first house after getting married was stressful but you knew the holidays were right around the corner and you were ecstatic. Going to the Christmas tree farm to pick out your first tree together was a little emotional - decorating it that night because you couldn’t wait. Throughout the two years you dated before getting married, you collected random ornaments. Some were so cheesy you couldn’t hardly stand it but they made you laugh.

Every night during the month of December, you curled up on your couch together with a cup of hot cocoa and a Christmas movie playing in the background. One night while you were laying there you heard a scratching noise at the door.

“Rhett, did you hear that?” You asked, turning the volume down on the television to listen for the strange sound. You heard it once again accompanied with a small meow. “Is that-“

“Sounded like an animal,” Rhett observed before moving from his spot on the couch to walk towards the door. He peeked out of the living room window, quickly putting on his winter coat and boots.

“What is it?” You raised up on your knees to face the front door. “Rhett?”

The bitter Wyoming winter air cut you to the bone when he opened the door and crouched down. He turned to you holding a cat that was covered in snow. He quickly moved inside and set the shivering ball of fur on the couch with you before shaking out of his coat and kicking off his boots. The cat quickly curled up into your lap, seeking out a heat source. You wrapped your blanket around it and pulled it close.

Rhett warmed up some milk in a little saucer and knelt beside the couch, holding it out to the animal. The cat lapped it up in no time, purring as you scratched behind its ear.

“That’s it, sweetie. What were you doing all alone out in the cold, huh?” You cooed at it, not even knowing what the gender of it was yet. Once it finished the milk, you held it up to see. The little gray cat was a girl - who also appeared to be pregnant. You hadn’t noticed when Rhett had set her down but now it was very clear that she was expecting.

“Rhett, she’s-“

“Yeah. I can see that.”

You weren’t sure how to care for a cat but you knew you couldn’t let her stay out in the cold. You fluffed up a warm blanket for her to lay on and was determined to head to the store the next morning. Collecting the essentials you needed for the cat was harder than expected. You bought a few toys as well just in case she felt like playing. You took her to the local vet as well to have her checked over and she was very close to having the kittens.

You cared for Tinsel the following weeks leading up to Christmas, all while preparing the holiday for you and Rhett. She stayed by your side while you put up the rest of the decorations, following you up and down the staircase. She had a newfound favorite spot at the foot of your shared bed with Rhett.

“We’re going to be grandparents soon, baby,” you joked with Rhett as you dried the dishes one night after dinner. The snow was falling in thick flakes outside, the sight of it sent a shiver down your spine. Tinsel was curled up on the back of the couch watching the two of you. Rhett just playfully rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I think I see a grey hair right here,” he said, eyeing your temple intently. You shoved at his chest as he let out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back towards the ceiling. You loved how playful you were with Rhett. There was never a dull moment in your relationship. Christmas was only a few days away and you weren’t sure who was more excited.

Christmas Eve snuck up on you quicker than you would’ve liked to admit. You spent the evening with your family, baking goodies and enjoying each other's company. Rhett caught you under the mistletoe several times that night, giving you a deep kiss each time. You headed out a little earlier than normal, wanting to make it home before the roads got too bad.

You readied yourself for bed, sliding into your Christmas pajamas and taking a seat on the couch in front of the fireplace. Tinsel was in your lap in no time, her belly looking the biggest it had looked since that night you brought her in. You pet under her neck, smiling at the way she purred contently. The tree was lit and the fire crackled.

“I don’t think she likes you much,” Rhett gestured to the sleeping cat in your lap. He placed the hot cocoa on the table in front of you and wrapped his arm tightly around you. “Our first Christmas married. It’s hard to believe.”

“I love you so much, Rhett,” you looked up at him with so much adoration in your eyes. Rhett pet Tinsel on the head and she pressed up into his touch. He wouldn’t admit it but he is quite fond of her as she is of him. You finished your drink and movie, moving to the bed to get some rest for the next day’s festivities.

You had not been asleep too long when you were awakened by the sound of Tinsel. She sounded like she was in distress and you were kicking Rhett awake as you searched the house for her. You found her curled up under the Christmas tree and upon further inspection, seeing three kittens feeding. You let out a gasp and called out for Rhett to let him know you found her.

“Would you look at that… little miss Tinsel is a mama now.” Rhett whispered as he stood behind you watching the little kittens lay with their mother. You looked over Tinsel to make sure she was doing well, bringing over some food and water for her. You looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time. 1:05am is what it read and you squeezed Rhett’s hand. It was finally Christmas Day.

You felt so overjoyed standing there next to the tree looking down at the newest additions to the Abbott family. Rhett kissed your temple softly, swaying you as he hummed a Christmas song. Your first Christmas as a married couple in your first home will be a memorable one - that much you were sure of. You knew you had a long day ahead of you but that didn’t seem to matter much in the moment. Right now, you were going to let your husband hold you while you watched your cat love on her newborn kittens.

“Merry Christmas, darlin’.”

“Merry Christmas, Rhett.”

[pigeonpeach]

Teyvat’s Cat dads!!

A/n: DISCARD any prior cat content because I genuinely have no memory of it! A more detailed drabble including pure fluff! Also happy new year! I’m spending it in bed with incredible back pain and sore throat >:(

Monsieur Neuvillete

A unexpected cat dad indeed! But the Melusines recently adopted a stray cat causing it to follow them to and from work. Entering buildings and following them even into meetings. Thus Neuvillete met and was adopted by the Siamese cat known as Bubbles due to its love for bubbles. After that Bubbles rarely left his office. Neuvillete was charmed by the little guy. A bold creature but like the melusines it is simply too mad to be at. The kitty has claimed his office as its own now. Thus when the Melusines visit they often are there to visit the cat too. It seems he’s the favorite now of the cat now. Bubbles sits on his desk as he works on papers, often looking like he supervises his work. The cat stays in the office though, it is not brought for trials as it dislikes the Opera house. Bubbles has his own chalice to drink from, as the kitty seems to like drinking out if his chalice. As such he leaves a decoy chalice for them to drink from. He would be irritated but he notices the cat also prefers the same waters as he does. Sometimes even making a disgusted face and ignoring certain flavors. The cat also seems to not be adverse to water strangely enough.

Needless to say this kitty is one of the most spoilt in all of the court. With a adoring dragon sovereign as its guardian and a entire species willing to pet it. This once stray kitty now drinks only the finest of waters but also the finest of fish!

Diluc of Mondstadt

The darknight hero after sneaking away from the scene and to the trails to his home discovered he was followed. Footsteps, light but present were heard. He turned but saw nothing. Cautious he pressed on, now taking a different direction to lead this stalker elsewhere. But when he finally confronted them did he discover a small but trembling black kitten. Its eyes were the only thing in sight. It meowed so pathetically, his heart was caught. He carefully picked it up discovering how small it was. This kitten must have been orphaned, its too young. He looked around finding no more. He noticed the kitty was shivering as he pulled it into his cloak pressing it closer to himself so it could feel his body heat.

Bringing it home was initially jarring for little Selene, a name given by Adelinde as she personally took charge in its care. She took the cat to the vet and discovered it was quite littered in fleas and malnourished. Diluc assisted with the flea bath, petting little Selene’s head in order to soothe her panicked meows. He saw to it that the kitty would be clean of all fleas, expensive shampoos used to ensure if would never have such problems again. As for food, it wasn’t a problem. Diluc would hand feed the kitty warm milk as the kitty really stuck to him. Clearly he was the favorite from the start.

As it grew older it also grew fatter. Selene is a chubby kitty indeed. But it’s partly because Diluc couldn’t refuse to share his steaks with the kitty. So easily does she tug at his strings as he is reminded of how she once knew s life without any of these comforts, so needless to say she is fed the finest of meats and vegetables. She’s a real sweetheart though. She meows often to complain about Diluc’s absence. If he isn’t home she’ll look for him in his office and every room. She’s a black cat so she’s also quite stealthy, therefore Adelinde gifted her a big red bow on her collar so she was slightly more visible. At least it would be easier to not trip on her late at night. When Diluc is home she is usually orbiting around him. She’ll relax near him, in his office she will lay upon his lap purring a storm as she enjoys his warmth and affection. And she takes up a good chunk of the bed when he sleeps, often sprawled out under the covers.

Pantalone

The Regrator is a commanding figure indeed. People shiver seeing him. But surprisingly his cat is his exact opposite. A common orange tabby with a pension for misfit. This kitty is very much more liked than his owner. Named Diamond, this beautiful female is the exact opposite of her owner. She is friendly and quite polite. She is often seen loafing on his lap as he does paperwork. She is mostly kept at his home, if his employees are working hard and he believes they deserve a reward then he may bring her. She’s a delight in the office as she often patrols the break room. She is a plump kitty too. Sometimes accused of being pregnant but she’s really just fat. The staff sneak her treats because she’s just too irresistible. She’s a adorable little lady. With a diamond coated collar, and well groomed coat she is a very pretty cat. There’s even a little white heart on her belly. She’s known for being a stress absorber to him. Even when he is utterly exhausted or miserable does his face visibly change when she jumps up onto his table and meows at him. Her little meow alone is a relief to him. She’s quite soft too. Her fur may get over his black clothes but its fine to him. He likes randomly finding hairs on clothes he hasnt even worn around her.

Pantalone will likely never have any children of his own but she’s close to one. Especially considering how spoiled she is. With new toys almost every day. A wild array of comfy sweaters meant to help her stay warm. To her diet, luxurious wet food. Made to be the most nutritious and healthy food to try to keep her fit. Unfortunately she has a ravenous appetite so if fish is being cooked she will try to take it. Often the private chefs must sacrifice a slice to her. One day Diamond despite his attempts at helping her keep in shape did seems to get really plump. One maid suggested she might be pregnant which immediately delighted him. He adores kittens and the chance to have more little Diamonds running around. He started to prepare for kittens only to find out she was just fat. Poor Pantalone didn’t get to be a cat grandpa but he is actively looking for s suitable tomcat for his beloved Diamond. As he is determined to have more little Diamonds.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Fic request: After kid Philip meets kid Amelie Blight in the bonesborough library, he talks to Caleb and Evelyn about her.

The Kitty Princess Finds Her Prince (Part 2 to "Philip... That's A Cute Name" Amelie [art of her here and here] belongs to @dannystarsstuff / @starishome)

After story time had concluded at the Kid's Corner, Philip and Amelie were both seated at a table together with books.

Philip's smile couldn't be contained as Amity presented her book to him.

It was a picture book with a cute hard cover titled, "The Kitty Princess Finds Her Prince".

"It's one of my favorite books here," Amelie would admit with a small smile followed by a soft giggle as she flipped to the glossy title page.

"I always borrow it every time I come here."

Philip's eyes grew wide as they sparkled.

"Ooo, cool!" The brunette would comment enthusiastically.

"What's it about?" He asked his friend with his listening ears on.

He was really interested in what Amelie had to say.

After another giggle, Amelie spoke again as she turned to the first page, which depicted a round pink kitten standing on her two stubby legs with a crown on her head in a castle.

Being a cat, she had a cute cat-like smile on her face.

"It's about a kitty princess...," She began as she flips to the next page, which illustrates the kitten leaving her castle with a travel backpack on her back. "... Who ventures from her castle to find a prince."

The next couple of pages that Amelia turns show the cute kitty princess on her travels.

"She travels far and wide in her search for him. Her efforts to find him involve walking on land, taking a boat, going into the woods, trudging through snow, and even going inside the mouth of a monster."

The next page makes Amelie and Philip laugh.

It shows the kitty taking a cat nap. "She then takes a brief break."

Amelie then turns to the next page, which reveals that the kitten has found her prince, who's a witch.

Both the witch prince and the pink kitten princess are thrilled to see each other. "But then, she finally finds him!"

Amelie turns to the next page, which shows a pastel illustration of the prince giving the kitten a gentle hug as she snuggles into his loving embrace as small red hearts form a big heart around them.

Amelie flips to the last and final page of the story.

It shows the prince and kitten happily sharing a bowl of milk together in her castle, with the prince on his hands and knees.

"And they live happily ever after."

She closes the book and smiles.

"The end."

"Wow!" Philip beams, his eyes big with excitement. "That story was so good! I really liked it a lot! Can I show you my book?"

Amelie nods.

Philip picks up his book, a hardback with only three pages, titled "The Ant", which shows a stock image of an ant on the cover.

He then presents Amelie with the first page, which depicts the same realistic ant from the cover using its mandibles to nibble on a single leaf.

When the next page is turned, the ant is now gigantic.

On the final page, the giant ant is terrorizing a small village that is on fire.

The witches in the story scream and run away as a meteor falls in the background.

Philip closes the book with a cheery smile. "The end!"

Amelie giggles before placing a small, sweet kiss on Philip's cheek, causing the boy to blush.

He had such a silly and peculiar taste in books.

She liked it.

She liked him.

A lot.

"Amelie!" A loud, voice called out Amelie and Philip looked to see a woman standing in the middle of the room with the same minty hair as Amelie's.

She was dressed in business attire.

Some library visitors gave her a glare, while others pressed a finger to their lips, but she simply ignored them.

"Say goodbye to your friend, darling. It's time for us to leave."

"Who's she?" Philip asked Amelie as she stood up from her seat.

"My mom," Amelie replied, pushing her chair in.

It was apparent that she was sad to be departing from Philip.

"I have to go now." Her mouth corners slowly move up in a small smile. "But hey, maybe we can see each other again next Saturday. Are you planning on coming back?"

Philip nodded. "Mm-hmm! If my brother brings me!" The brunette was certain that Caleb would if he asked really nicely.

Amelie gave a gentle giggle. "Nice! You know, I really liked your ant book. Would it be alright if I checked it out at the front desk and took it home with me?"

She picked up her kitten book. "I'll let you borrow this," She playfully bargained with a hum.

"Deal!" Philip said with happy a grin as the two exchanged books.

"Thank you! Goodbye Philip, see you next time!" Amelie told him with a wink, his book in her hand as she took off to her mother.

"Bye, Amelie!" As Philip watched her leave, a hand went to hold the cheek that she had kissed.

He smiled softly.

...

"... And so she let me borrow this book! It's her favorite!"

Philip happily explained to Caleb and Evelyn as they walked home at sunset after the Bonesborough Library had closed.

"Aww!" Evelyn gushed, holding her cheeks. Young love is so adorable, she thought.

"I see!" Caleb was intrigued by what his brother had told him. "This Amelie girl seems very kind based on what you told us."

Philip nodded in agreement. "She is!" He said with a smile. "Can we come to the library next Saturday so I can see her again?"

Caleb gently ruffled Philip's hair and chuckled. "Of course we can, Pip."

His baby brother making a new friend made the elder very happy.

[marxthedumdum]

Imagine this: WERECAT STEVEN.

- He is based on the Maine Coon or Norwegian Forest cat breed. Or a Lykoi. Though probably Maine Coon. :) Or a lion. (Shrugs)

- His normal form is the same, his werecat form has the upper body (and tail) of an anthropomorphic Maine Coon cat! Only slightly taller. And scarier, because of the red eyes.

- ZOOMIES!! ZOOMIES EVERYWHERE!!!

- When he is grumpy, excited, or sad, his ears perk up.

- His hair connects and becomes fur. It's hard to tell where the mane ends and the cat body begins. Unless if you're Daisy, who grooms her husband on the regular (because she's a cat groomer. That's an actual job lol)

- Probably adopts a kid or adult (or both) from the street and turns them into a werecat or a catgirl. (Or cat beastman or cat demi-human lol)

- Meows whenever he wants attention. He baps and smites you if you mock his meows.

- I can imagine he roars. His roar is basically really loud and is a lion-like one, meaning a poor victim who hears it is gonna be too scared shitless to move, and it makes his job of smiting and/or turning his victim into a werecat/catgirl/cat demi-human/cat beastman MUCH easier!!

- Definitely turned Aria (Aerith), my OC (and possible secondary sona) into a werecat at some point.

- Daisy is probably a cat demi-human or cat beastman lol

- Swap!Daisy is probably a werecat who is based on the Lykoi. Swap!Steven is a cat demi-human/cat beastman who is an excellent knitter and gives her lots of sweaters and hugs and scarves and mittens and such just to keep wifey warm 💕💕💕

- MissingNo probably turned Steven into a werecat as part of the Ritual that brought Miki back....and now he seems to be some Alpha Werecat who can turn others into werecats or catgirls/catboys or cat demi-humans. (Or cat beastmen lol)

- Milkman Steven is SCARY AS FUCK as is, but imagine him, all covered in blood from murdering people, entering the house in werecat form, and stares down at Doorman Daisy!

"Babe. The baby wants milk."

Daisy looks behind her, and a sigh escapes from her lips.

"Steven, we don't have a child...unless you're talking about that werecat kitten you adopted the other day."

"No. I am talking about myself and my desire for milk-what do you think?!"

"...well, you're coming with me, regardless. We need to get her some tuna."

- Having a werecat husband is tough. Same with a werecat child he adopted (and probably turned into a werecat prior to adoption 😨). Imagine opening a can. And you see a cute tabby and a big black ball of fur. Both staring at you!

Also, he smited me and now I dunno if I'm a catgirl or a werecat or a cat demi-human lol here's a bonus picture

(lol, I don't know if I should make Aria their adopted child or their bio child or some kid/adult that Steven found and took in by force or by luring in with choccy milk lol)

i like to think that. missingno has a mind of its own and tries to mutate steven beyond recognition to drive him into Maximum Madness and fully possess him but eventually gave up when he and his wife keep being stubborn jackasses and then got kids (if we go by your oc/fan-child hc) :))) speaking of milkman steven, DOORWOMAN DAISY‼‼‼ steven casually snitching on other doppelgangers just to make daisys job easier,,, (whenever its stevens turn to req entry he starts becoming the Furball he is and scratches the window with pleading eyes until he gets in) sometimes steven will also get in the office w his wife and cuddles with her and the amount of weird faces the neighbors give them XD (daisy: me and the bitch i pulled by being autistic) to help steven with the money to make milk, some days daisy would work as the one killing the doppelgangers instead of detecting 'em since it pays her more than being a doorwoman...... and steven just. tags along. :3

[ask-mortarion-the-death-lord]

[Same anon as mortarion daddy issues^3 haver ask]

Ohh he has the energy of a pathetic wet kitten who just dunked his head into a bowl of milk and is just sitting there SOPPING wet woth the consequences of his actions...

On a more serious note, I think that what makes him especially compelling to me is that most of his actions don't fall into the absolute wacky moon logic gw often does, and they actially make sense for his character.

Like yeah a guy who spent years abused by a very powerful paternal figure WOULD be naturally distrustful when another on eof those shows up. Or the way he constantly tries to do. very grand acts to proove his power? To proove he is worthy of survival in the eyes of the powers that be? I feel like that is totally something he learned while under Necare's "guidance". The constant need to reaffirm his strenght as a way of coping with the feeling of helplesness in the face of his entrie life having been just a very complicated chess move orchestrated by a being he cannot even hope to oppose??

Hes just so. Arghhhh i want to chew on him like on a dogtoy

well spite is definitely an important factor of why mortarion acts the way he does, i think the other essential factor to consider when analyzing mortarion is how hes a character that 'lives in contradiction' so to speak both more so then other characters and somewhat unintentionally when we consider how many writers with conflicting ideas have taken a swing at writing mortarion.

hes a character who values strength and a Darwinist mindset, practicality over performance to the point of being performance itself like how the death guard value their armours battle damage so much as to only ever repair things that threaten functionality without reducing the aesthetic of that scar. that is an incredibly vain thing to do to some extent as that kind of culture takes practical consideration to the point of preformative gestures of masculinity, look how badass i am my armours covered in scars, and its into that culture that mortarion is so fully immersed and genuinely seems to like.

mortarion is also a character that greatly values the sanctity of life, ironically enough for someone whos battle tactics generally fall in the 'exterminatus' end of the spectrum of things but he does genuinely value life quite highly, despite also holding a Darwinist survival of the fittest disdain for that same sense of life. he has a wall on barbarus dedicated to ever son of his that's fallen in battle, he's had multiple noted incidents of crying or atleast a deep sense of regret over the death of his sons in pursuit of his goals, his disdain for 'the order' that rules over the galaspar system mostly stems from a feeling that they treat life all too cheaply in their monstrous behaviour which pushes him to take the extreme actions he does, what pushed him to begin liberating the people of barbarus was a feeling of disgust at necare and the overlords of barbaruses treatment of the human populations in the vally, and the very thing that has almost always secured his downfall into nurgles worship across the settings history [putting aside whether or not he 'knew' what typhus was planning] was the desire to free his sons and his followers from the insurmountable suffering nurgle was inflicting on them in that moment in the warp.

mortarion hates and disdains weakness, in large part because he's prone to that same weakness effectively [either emotionally or in regards to physical failures like not being able to kill necare], and its a pattern that extends to widely across his character. he hates psykers and sorcery, because he has a deeper understanding of it then most and its abuses to the point of trying to overcome it through expanding his knowledge on it in the 'fight fire with fire' hairbrained solution so many imperial xanthite inquisitors inevitably come to out of fearful awe of its possibilities. he dislikes many of his brothers for having it easier then him, but totally not because he's jealous and desires the more comfortable lives they had cause that would be admitting to his own weakness.

hell i personally stand by the assertion that modern day mortarion is the way he his because he's balls to the wall on copium trying to convince himself that he totally wanted to be a decayed meat puppet for nurgle and is not at all upset and depressed at the way things have gone leading to an ever present cycle of depressed misery, to violent self hatred, to grandiose gestures covering for bitter petty spite at whoever's garnered his ire this week.

well hes written a bit too 'cartoon super villainy' in chaos gate daemonhunters for my taste, i do think its so perfectly in character for him to concoct a grand scheme of revenge against one specific dude [kaildor draigo], justify it as part of a wider strategic aim and not at all because hes mad at one guy in particular, and then when things go south because things always go south get mad and blame it on someone else as you flip the game board over. that speaks to the heart of mortarions writing as an antagonist i would say, even if i also think he could stand to have more wins under his belt if only for credibilitys sake as a threat.

[l1tw1ck]

bad news you guys ;^;

(imagine a picture of sad, wet, weeping kitten covered in milk on its face that looks kind of like this 🥺)

soo kinktobers canceled 😭😭😭😭😭 i was so excited about it but i've been procrastinating and pushing everything back and i've only finished one fic and i won't be able to finish them all, even in october 💔 worry not though, i'll still do them, they just won't be labeled kinktober. they will likely be posted very slowly so please be patient w me!!

i'll post the miguel fic after posting this

im going on a sort of "break" but im just dropping all the pressure and doing stuff whenever im in the mood to do it, meaning even more infrequent updates

honestly, this is probably going to last a while. im dealing with some annoying life stuff and it's just making me so :|

i'm sorry for being so inconsistent and shit. it's a mix of depression and me hyperfixating and hyperfocusing on things to the point where i neglect everything else. it's kind of funny how im still struggling with depression even though im on antidepressants............😭

[salternateunreality2]

Preggoroth: Feeeeelings, wo wo wo Feeeeelings... and Milk

With help from @snowbanshee and @case-of-traxits

TW? The perfectly natural process of providing young with sustenance aka lactation

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Genesis: whoa whoa whoa, Sephiroth, sweetheart, what's wrong, why are you crying?

Sephiroth: SNIFFFF Gen SNIFF

Genesis: *checking for fever, handing him a tissue, closing the office door*

Sephiroth: SNIFF Cadet Strife is SO SMALL 😭😭😭

Genesis: ...Yes?

Sephiroth: and LITTLE and FLUFFY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Genesis: ...

Sephiroth: *weeping*

Genesis: Sigh. Honestly, fair enough, but don't let him hear you, that adorable feral chocobo will chew your face off with his tiny beak.

Sephiroth: SO TINY 😭😭😭

Zack: *bursts into the room* My Spiky senses are tingling, are we talking about how cute Cloud is?

Genesis: Yes. *Starts digging around for another tissue box because he knows what's coming*

Zack: HE SO IS 😭😭😭 HE'S SO CUTE AND SPICY AND I LOVE HIM 😭😭😭 And you can never ever let him know because you'll lose your kneecaps, but HE'S SO FLUFFY 😭😭😭

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Cloud: *sips his canonically favorite beverage in the cafeteria*

Sephiroth: *looks down at his own boobs*

Angeal: Sephiroth, NO.

Sephiroth: ... Sephiroth y-

Angeal: SEPHIROTH NO. *hauls him out*

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Lazard: Sephiroth, we need to talk. Several people have complained to HR about your personal hygiene.

Sephiroth: My body is functioning perfectly for its current task.

Lazard: Yes, it's truly a work of art, but your coworkers would like to not be sprayed in the face with milk every time you see a kitten.

Sephiroth: Nonsense, my coat covers that.

Lazard: Does it though? Does it really? All the time?

Sephiroth: Of course. The harness also provides much-needed support.

Lazard: Then if I showed you a picture of a chocochick, you'd be fine, and my desk would remain spotless.

Sephiroth: ...

Lazard: ...

Sephiroth: ...

Lazard: A picture, just like th-

Sephitiddies: 😍😍😍

Lazard's desk: 🌊

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Lazard: 🥹

Zack: 🥹

Angeal: 🥹

Sephiroth: ...why are you all staring at me?

Zack: bebe. SNIFFFFFF.

Sephiroth: Bee Bee?

Angeal: You just. The glow. I just. Sniffff. Life is so short and SNIFFFFF.

Lazard: 🥹🥹🥹

Genesis: Infinite in mystery is the gift of the g- *goes to pet the sephitummy*

Sephiroth: *breaks Genesis' hand* oops

Lazard: OH GAIA IS YOUR HAND OK?

Genesis: NO, HE FUCKING BROKE IT!

Lazard: ??? I wasn't talking to you??? *Hovers over Sephiroth, checking his hand, monitoring his breathing, etc.* Here, come sit down.

Zack: *waving a stack of papers as a makeshift fan at Seph*

Angeal: *pulling another chair over so Seph can put his feet up*

Genesis:

[normanbased]

Maybe norman taking in a stray cat for the writing prompts? 🥺🥺

!! CUTE ASK <33 answered below its very long and rambly

Tony & Banjo sometime in the 1950’s - just for the vibes <3

Norman had always been an outcast. Even as an adult, friends did not come easily for him. Much of the time, he wondered if he even really wanted friends. People could be awfully complicated, not to mention immeasurably cruel. And besides, any connections he ever came close to forming would collapse under the weight of his own paranoia, under the deep seated fear that he would be manipulated.

Animals were far simpler creatures. They didn’t have the capacity to deceive or hurt, or to wield themselves with malice in the ways that people could. Animals were honest and loyal and dependent. Norman had always wanted a pet, but of course, Mother had rejected any notion of it. There would be no animals in her house, well, no living ones anyway.

It wasn’t until Mother was confined and Norman began to live his life mostly independently from her, that the opportunity arose for such a thing to come into his life.

On the night before, a storm had been whipping through the area. Norman had heard strange noises from outside that sounded like squeaking or crying, almost like a bird. He didn’t think on it for too long before assuming it had just been the wind. It wasn’t until the next morning when the noises didn’t stop that Norman went out with an umbrella to investigate.

It took him almost half an hour to find the source of the sounds; a tiny kitten, hidden away under some old groundskeeping equipment that was propped against the house. It’s little face was covered in dirt and it’s fur was soaked with rainwater. It spat and hissed and swiped it’s tiny paws when Norman tried to reach for it through the metal.

It took another full hour before Norman could coax the kitten out of its hiding space with a slice of ham. Once it was close enough to grab, he scooped it up in one hand and held it fast against his chest, covering it with his coat and bringing it inside out of the rain.

The poor animal was terrified when Norman placed it down on the kitchen table. It’s thin white fur was spotted with painful looking flea bites, and there was mud caked on its extremities. Norman filled the sink a quarter of the way with water, topping it up a little with white vinegar and dish soap, before placing the kitten in, just knee deep, and washing it’s little body with a warm dishcloth.

It put up a good fight, scratching Norman more times than he could count, even getting a good gouge in on the back of his hand. He needed to whack on a plaster for that one. But Norman didn’t give up. He wrapped it up in a dry towel and brought it into the living room to dry off.

Once he’d finished drying off the kitten’s little ears and it’s triangular nub of a tail, he stuffed the kitten comfortably into the breast pocket of his coat and took it out into Fairvale to have it checked over by a veterinarian. After a thorough examination and an issuing of a prescription for some medication and formula, Norman was free to take the kitten home. It was around five weeks old, though it’s underfed body seemed even smaller. It was also a girl. Norman was able to register the kitten with a name, too. Claude.

Norman carried Claude in his coat pocket while he looked around the pet store for supplies. He picked up anything he thought would be useful. Food, of course, oh, and the formula he was told to buy. Some toys certainly wouldn’t hurt, and maybe a nice little bed. It’s safe to say that Norman leaves the store with a fair amount of stuff, and it’s quite the challenge keeping it from getting wet in the rain.

By the time they both get home, Claude is eager to jump out and hide under the couch. Norman spends the rest of the afternoon trying to lure her out with treats and teasers, but she doesn’t budge. The only time she gets close is when he offers a dish of formulated milk or some wet food, but once it’s gone, she dives right back into the shadows. It disheartens him a bit. He’d hoped he’d done enough to earn her trust already, but maybe she just wasn’t ready yet.

Norman doesn’t give up though. He eventually decided on a new strategy. He’s just going to lie on the carpet beside the couch and… be there. You know, just in case she wanted to come out and inspect him. Of course, Norman being Norman, he finds the experience of sharing a quiet space with another creature to be so relaxing that he falls asleep.

By the time Norman wakes up, Claude is nowhere to be seen. She isn’t under the couch, in fact, she doesn’t appear to be in the living room at all, nor the kitchen, nor the hallway. Norman tries not to freak out, but it isn’t long before he’s tearing up the house looking for her. A horrid thought pops into his mind that she might have gone down to play in the cellar, and the coal mound had collapsed on top of her. He checks the entire basement, even digs around in the coals just to make sure she wasn’t trapped inside. But she’s nowhere.

He can’t imagine such a small animal scaling the stairs, not by herself, not after barely eating anything that afternoon. But he checks anyway. The landing is empty, and all the doors are closed - except one. Norman’s bedroom.

He stumbles inside in a panic now, only to be stopped in his tracks when he sees Claude curled up on his bed, right up against Norman’s stuffed rabbit. He just stands in the doorway with his hands laced together, watching her take her little breaths as she sleeps.

He approaches with the lightest footsteps he can make, and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. With just two fingers he pets her right behind the ear, and she starts to purr. It’s only a quiet one, and her blue eyes are watching him with the utmost skepticism, but Norman is elated.

The next few weeks are characterised by apprehension on both sides. The slightest fault in Norman’s approach will scare Claude right under the nearest piece of furniture. Any sign of aggression from Claude has Norman disengaging entirely as to not upset her. They have to be tentative with each other. Norman has never understood boundaries better than with Claude. He feels as though he already understands her ways of communication.

At the one month mark, Norman begins to notice ‘the following.’ He may choose to get up from the living room to make a sandwich, and Claude will slink in through the doorway while he slices the bread and watch him. Norman will go out to the motel to fetch some paperwork, and Claude will sit in the clearing, half-way between the house and the cabins, just waiting. He goes upstairs? She follows and sits on the top step. He’s getting ready for bed? She’s already sniffing around his room and loafing on the carpet. Soon enough, Norman can’t get away. She’s always there.

The first time she jumps on the couch to curl up next to him, Norman is just about ready to cry. He’s never felt so much purpose and happiness in his life before. He adores Claude. He loves giving her pets and showing her his taxidermy projects (which she sniffs at very seriously). He speaks to her like a person, and the way her ears swivel and her eyes stare, and the way she meows when he finishes talking all makes him believe that she understands somehow - in her own way.

Sometimes when Norman is stressed, or feeling distant, or even struggling with intrusive thoughts, Claude will be there right by his feet and brushing up against his legs. She isn’t the most cuddly-wuddly lap cat in the world. She’s standoffish, sometimes even arrogant in the way she gives him grumpy looks or ignores her food. But other times, she’s full of mischief, desperate to play and be showered with attention and love. Norman is always happy to provide.

Claude also becomes popular with the guests, as Norman allows her to roam around the grounds freely. Any bird she catches can simply be added to his collection after all. She likes to sleep in the parlour or jump up onto the counter when Norman is working the front desk. She also uses the support beam on the decking as a big old scratching pole. It’s ruining the woodwork, but Norman can’t bring himself to scold her for it.

[printerpaintergamerguy]

My Cat is a Mom...And I Got AI To Write My Blogs Now

I'll admit it, I'm a sucker for a cat. When I brought home my gorgeous Bengal, Razzle-Dazzle, I envisioned cozy evenings, watching reruns of "The Great British Baking Show" while a fluffy purring machine settled contentedly on my lap. What I got instead was a sneaky little escape artist, a litter of kittens I didn't plan on, and more chaos than I could have imagined.

The story starts, of course, with Razzle-Dazzle herself. I went to the shelter thinking about a new furry friend for a casual Netflix marathon companion, but this girl? She wasn’t just a fluffy friend. She was, dare I say it, a Bengal on a mission. The moment I got her settled, the pet door magically swung open (because obviously it has a mind of its own!) and Razzle-Dazzle took off.

I knew something was up when I woke to find her curled up beside the couch the next morning – not by my side as planned! – and noticed a hint of that "about to pop" look. Oh. She wasn't a lonely girl after all. Razzle-Dazzle had other priorities, other cats, in her life… apparently.

It turned out, this feline was a total rule breaker and wasn't about to be contained by simple human logic or shelter protocols! This was just the beginning. In what felt like the blink of an eye, Razzle-Dazzle transformed into a mother of five kittens, all with her same stunning Bengal markings. They were adorable, yes, but with five mouths to feed, there was more squalling than sweet cuddling.

And that, my friends, is where the fun REALLY begins. We had those kittens nestled all around, with little kitten feet poking up here and there. They ate, they slept, they chewed on everything, and they managed to become covered in milk from head to tail (even the ears!).

Let's face it: caring for five new kittens wasn't exactly on my bucket list. They had a remarkable ability to wreak havoc on a moment's notice – like when all five somehow ended up in the bathtub! But, one kitten stood out in that chaotic whirlwind. A tiny, delicate one. I don't know if she felt abandoned, overlooked, or perhaps simply knew she had the “right” mom, but Little Ears – named, of course, for her tiny ear tips that just made her that much more adorable - was always clinging to Razzle-Dazzle.

While all the other kittens settled into their new homes (even I’ll admit they had a knack for quickly making their way into other’s hearts!), Little Ears never let Razzle-Dazzle out of her sight. When we decided it was time for the little guys to go, Precious Little Ears was a master of the vanishing act, perfectly camouflaged behind curtains and under the bed. And let’s face it, I’d love a new reason to use my adorable kitten carrier - she would have found out! She clearly wanted to be with Momma.

Finally, two hours later, both mom and daughter came slinking into my view, nestled against each other on the sofa, both equally oblivious to the utter chaos I was trying to manage! And let’s be real – did I really want a sweet, cuddlesome, Little Ears running to someone else’s arms? Of course not! It felt right, it felt meant to be – or at least the most sane choice out of a very confusing scenario.

So, here I am with two amazing Bengal ladies. One, a feisty escape artist with a wild heart. The other, her sweet little shadow. Now, I can't imagine my life without them. But if anyone ever suggests a "kitten shower" for my “sassy mama” kitty, I’ll just have to explain to them: Razzle-Dazzle had the “sassy” part down pat! I learned, the hard way, that not all kitties are destined for Netflix and chill, and that some simply come ready with little surprises in store. Now, who needs “The Great British Baking Show" when you have furballs around, I ask you?

[meezylovee]

May The 4th......

Be With You As Motherhood Challenges You With The Terrible Twos.

Motherhood.

Motherhood = Hard.

Lets just start with that.

8:05am

awoken by middle child informing me small child had awoken.

Mama gets up, restroom, wash hands, prepare breakfast... its a normal morning.

or so i thought... which is obviously very foolish of me as i own... a TODDLER.

and a sassy one at that. She is in the stage where, she enjoys shitting in hidden spots, such as corners or behind things.

well....

after some time in her shit corner- which is by the sliding glass door to the balcony... the sliding glass door has blinds.............. she runs in from her shit spot and i instantly smell it, I grab a diaper and wipes and when i go to lay her down... i see it... all over her hands.. in-between her fingers... under her nails.... up her arms... on her shirt, on her pants.... on her FACE....and after checking her shitting station... i saw it some more.... all over the floor... and the freaking BLINDS... ughhhh

it was a shitshow..

literally.

This Shitsaster called for an emergency shower.

after the shower, we're in my room, and I'm desperately looking for clothes while were wrapped in towels. i find one diaper luckily and get her hot guns in safety mode... which apparently isn't really safety mode...

ANYWAYS...

while I'm looking for clothes i notice she has ran to my desk and grabbed the pen off of it an colored all over my WHITE Chair and my green seat plush that i literally just bought.

ugh at this point im like but... buhhh... whyyyyyyyyy?????

lunch time comes around... and then a nap and all is well,

lets fast foward.... to dinner...

When my toddler is given some milk...

She finds that this milk.. makes for good fun when its spit out. Making dinner time a fun mess, where she ate probably 3 bites. After dinner.... now call me stupid, but i did it anyway... i gave her her cup of milk to finish. because she OBVIOUSLY wanted it the first time.

she.... ran around the house spitting it out....

hmmmm. should of saw that coming.

upstairs we go for relaxtion and movie time..

and then it happens, left alone to watch a movie while you can clean up after dinner, check on the new kitten, and whatever else....

when i return.... i found a happy little toddler still in her baby jail.... covered in poop.

WHAT. THE. HELL.

this time its dads turn...

and even after the shitshow is over at the end of the day, i still love that little turd. yet i have a message for all of you thinking of having children some day... please just remember this entry. and remember you can't have anything nice and everything is shitty.

[pt2change]

had me at meow — min yoongi

pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, yoongi loves cats, what yoongi wants yoongi gets, kinda? smut at the end it’s not even that graphic

word count: 1,169

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there’s a small cat in the living room when you get home from work

and by small cat, you mean it’s a kitten.

it has patches of mud on its small body and a visibly rough coat

you see it trembling lightly as it’s surrounded by old blankets you had told your boyfriend, yoongi, to put away weeks ago

you close the door behind you and start removing your jacket, keeping an eye on the cat

that’s when you hear your cabinets opening, followed by the clinking noises from the plates in your kitchen

you lay your jacket on the couch and walk into the living room

as you get closer, that’s when you notice yoongi holding a small bowl filled with milk

you clear your throat lightly

“so…. there’s a kitten in our living room” you say in a casual way

“yeah” yoongi replies as he balances the bowl in his hands carefully to avoid spilling the milk

you wait to see if yoongi will further explain as to why exactly there’s a cat in your living room

but he simply doesn’t

you furrow your eyebrows and cross your arms over your chest

getting closer, you see yoongi has crouched down on the floor in front of the kitten

the small kittens gives a tiny meow before it starts drinking the milk

“okay well, do i want to know why he have a cat yoongi?”

yoongi pets the kitten on its head, “it was a stray y/n, i found him on my way home from work.”

and you want to tell yoongi that yes, you both live in a big city with stray cats and dogs, but yoongi can’t just bring home every stray he comes across

but you just sigh and shake your head slightly, “we can’t keep him yoongi. i think you have to take him to a shelter tomorrow morning.”

yoongi’s head turns back to you quickly, “why not?”

you raise your hands up in defense, “i’m just saying, yoongi. pets are too much of a responsibility, and we’re always working.”

yoongi smacks his lips together, “that’s not even a real reason, y/n.”

you roll your eyes playfully in response, letting your hands fall down to your sides, “that’s just what i think”

the small black kitten makes a small noise again and yoongi gives his full attention back to the kitten

you want to stand your ground but you can’t help but find it cute how soft your boyfriend is being

you pay attention to yoongi, and he’s reaching out to pet the kitten once again

and if your ears aren’t deceiving you, yoongi is mumbling something to the cat…

you chuckle quietly, yoongi turns his head towards you again

“i’ve always wanted a cat. i think they’re cool, you know? if they like you, then they like you. and if they don’t, they don’t. simple as that.”

yoongi gently picks up the cat in one hand and the milk bowl in another and places it on the floor against a wall

“mmhm, so kinda like you?” you tease him and the cornes of yoongi’s lips go up

“yeah, well” he shrugs his shoulders and looks back down to the kitten

when you look down as well, the kitten is swaying on his little paws before taking a few steps, sniffing around the bowl

you sigh, watching as the kitten becomes more comfortable with its surroundings

you cave in the moment the kitten sticks his head too deep in the bowl and he’s covered in milk

that’s when yoongi grabs a paper towel and gently wipes the milk off his face

you and yoongi do have your own place together, so you had the freedom to do whatever you wanted

also, it would be nice to have another presence when you’re home alone

the kitten goes back to drinking milk and you hear him slurping

you also hear yoongi cooing at the kitten

you sit down near the cat next to yoongi, you wrap your arm around his bicep

“fine, we can keep him,-” you turn your head to face yoongi, and he gives you a smile and a kiss on your cheek that makes your heart flutter and gives you butterflies in your stomach, “but you’re cleaning the litter box.”

yoongi nods his head and you both go back to watching the kitten, and making a mental note of what you need to buy at the pet store

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

yoongi’s mouth is hot against your own as you both stumble into bed

and he’s hovering over you, lips still attached to yours

and he’s running his hands down your sides, and hikes your leg up to wrap around him

you pull away from him, pushing his hair back as he begins kissing your neck, and he moves down to your shoulders, and chest, placing kisses everywhere he can

“please yoongi” you breathe out, you feel electric, just like you did the first time you and yoongi had sex

it’s a feeling that never goes away and you never want it to

yoongi goes back up to kiss you passionately, like it’s impossible for him to ever stop

you’re both hot, and all you want is for him to be inside of you to make up for the times that week that you both have been too tired or busy

but then.

…….

a small meow interrupts you both, followed by a small thump on the desk chair in your shared bedroom

then there’s a louder meow, followed by the chair slowly turning to face the bed

you look over to the chair and groan, as the kitten sits on the chair, staring at you and yoongi…..

you and yoongi half naked…

……..

way to kill the mood……….

you knew you should’ve shut the door

you tap yoongi’s shoulders, “yoongi, the cat is watching us…..”

you pause, turning your voice to a whisper, “watching us about to have sex.”

yoongi shakes his head, “he’ll leave soon… i hope”

you and yoongi stare back at each other for what feels like an eternity

you purse your lips together, “maybe we shouldn’t, it feels weird knowing the cat is staring at us”

“okay” yoongi whispers, giving you a quick kiss

and right as he rolls onto the empty side of the bed, you hear a thump followed by steps

yoongi sits up, and watches as the kitten makes its way down rhe hallway

your eyes meet with yoongi’s again, and you get that same electric feeling all over your entire body

without even saying a word, yoongi gets up quickly and walks over to the door to close it

he walks over back to you, “get over here”

and he grabs your face, kissing you hard as he lays you back on the bed

he lifts your legs to wrap around his hips, and you can’t help but moan into his mouth

…..…..

from now on you and yoongi don’t leave your bedroom door open

[littlest-dark-age]

Hello! How are you?

I was wondering if you could write something like sucking Remus off and making him cum twice 😍

You get me closer to God

this is also for @omenhel <3

Tw for oral (m receiving), ball sucking, facial, slight degradation if I missed anything please let me know

Remus grips the sheets with one hand, the other tangled in your hair as it guides your bobbing on his cock. Spit dripping down and coating his balls from how much you're drooling while looking up at him with wide eyes when your nose is nuzzled into his trimmed pubes. He smiles as he looks down at you, seeing how eager you are to feel him hit the back of your throat.

You're able to see all of his slim torso from your position between his legs, the sight of all of his scars and hair making you squeeze your thighs together. His groans fill the room as you fist what won't fit in your mouth. He pulls you off of his cock by your hair, a soft pop sound happening when he does, while you keep stroking. Focusing on thumbing over his angry red tip, you lean down to lick at his swollen and heavy balls.

"God, pet, look so good on your knees f'me, drooling all over me like a proper whore. Like y'were made to suck me off." His deep voice croaks out. "Could spend ages like this, bet you'd like that too. Wouldn't you? Worshiping my cock and keeping it in that pretty mouth of yours forever."

You grin up at him, watching his chest rise and fall with each ragged breath. His heavy cock twitched in your hand as you speed up your strokes, twisting your wrist as you let go of his balls in your mouth and start to kitten lick at his tip.

"Want me to cum all over that perfect face? Yea? Gonna be a good pet and let me make you a mess?" Remus breaths become deeper and deeper with every stroke and twist of your soft hand, eyes clenching tight enough that he sees stars although he can't if its you or the pressure making him see them.

He lets out a broken moan before cum starts to spurt out of his cock, covering your face. You quickly speed up your hand and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to catch as much as possible. The thick ropes of cum go across your face, landing on your cheek, forehead and even getting a little bit in your hair. His cock twitches as it spurts out the final rope of cum across your lips and you lick it off of them as you look up at him hooded eyes. You slow down your strokes yet don't stop completely, wanting to milk him dry of every drop.

"God pup, treat me so good. Love you so much" Remus mutters before his breath catches when he realizes you haven't stopped pumping his cock, a groan escaping him when you lean forward and run your tongue up the length of one of his veins.

You spread his thighs even wider, taking your hands off of him to take him all the way into your mouth, burying your nose into his trimmed hair again and swallowing around his thick cock. The sudden constriction and warmth makes Remus hiss out and grab the back of your head again, wanting to keep your mouth stuffed with his cock until you start to see spots. His hips jerk up and force him even further down your throat as he tosses his head back at the sound of you gagging around him.

"Take it, fuck yes, know you can take it. Know you like it when I fuck that tight, pretty throat." He practically growls out, feeling you gag around him again. Yanking you off of his cock again, he grins as you sputter for air and drool all over his thick thighs. "Got me all sticky, best clean it up yea?"

Your frantic nodding causes him to laugh at how pathetic and cockdrunk you are for him. Willing to do anything for a little bit of praise from the big mean wolf. How you'd ignore your own needs and aches as long as he tells you that you've done a good job, been a good pet for Rem.

"Gonna cum down your pretty throat this time okay? Expect you to swallow every fuckin' drop that I've been nice enough to give you."

He shoves you back all the way down onto his cock, controlling your pace and thrusting to meet your mouth. Groaning into the otherwise silent room, you feel his balls start to slap against your chin. Your eyes practically roll all the way back into your skull from how he's using you. Like you're nothing more than a pretty toy, something to swallow cum like you're told to.

Remus watches your necklace bounces with every forced bob and how it glitters in the light, another sign that he owns you in every form possible. A golden R initial, to show off that you belong with him. The thought of showing the world that he's the one that gets to feel your tight walls around him, that he's the one making you cum on his cock causes the coil in his stomach to twist impossibly tight. Eyes slipping closed as his brows furrow and he speeds up the space, wet and sloppy sounds beginning to fill the room.

"Be a good pet, take everything I give you. Better fucking thank me for letting you suck me like this. Such a pathetic thing I have" Remus manages to grit out right before the tightly wound coil finally snaps loose and he cums in your mouth and down your throat. Streams of the thick liquid leak out the side of your mouth from how much he cums.

His grip on the back of your head tightens as he pants, finally letting you off of his cock. Calloused thumb wiping up some of the cum off of your face and rubs it on your lips. Smug smile coming across his face as he leans down and presses a hard yet warm kiss to your mouth.

"What do we say?" A soft whisper as he looks over your face

"Thank you sir"

[qssy]

Finally i have you

warnings: zhongli x gn!reader, fingering, nipple play, zhongli kinda ooc(?), idk what to warn anymore, (had double check so many times but I'm sorry if theres any error) anywhere

summary: reader finally have zhongli. after losing to his rerun banner 2 times, finally they have him. they cant contain their excitement when their eyes meets with the gold one.

“finally i have you, zhongli“ you smiled to the guy that is laying on the bed. under you. yes, you and him only in this well decorated room in your teapot house. the room have this wedding night theme just for him. your zhongli. your own one.

you leaned your head to his chest. “i just cant believe, zhongli..” your ears on his covered pecs, hearing his heart beating. gosh thats is so hot. you lifted your head to see his reaction but he just turned away. you can see his ears are red. this make you wanna see more if him. 

you bring your body up and placed your bottom on his crotch. he surprised by your action by looking at his crocth as youre sitting on his lap. on his crotch. fuck, he is hard. “(name)..” he muttered, his right hand covered his mouth eventho he is blushing mess right now but he is still looks serious with his eyebrow furrowed in frustation. you grind your ass between his clothed member and he hissed. you cant help from smirking to yourself for this. the almighty geo archon, blushing mess under you. this make you horny in this heated moment. 

“zhongli do you like this?“ you bring your hand on his clothed member, palming it. his cursed under his breath and immediately grab your wrist. his golden orbs looking yours. his eyes looking so serious when he look at yours. 

you retreated your body from him. “(name)?” he called. looking so desperate. “dont worry zhongli, i just want to take off my clothes so we can continue further” you noticed his erection go up. this horny ass archon.

before he can replied, you hovered over him and start to kiss him. your kissing moments turned into heated make out session. sucking each other face like its your last meal together. you pulled away for air. we are looking into each other then my head fall onto his pecs. “are you okay?” he got worried while stroking your hair. you giggled. “im fine, zhongli but..” you stared at him. 

“zhongli, you need to make up for it“ you pouted. his eyes staring straight to yours. “what do you mean?“ his voiced out “of course its about you not coming home for two times! you dont know how sad i am(since im a f2p)” he just stay quite.

“when i lose on your banner to diluc, i was so sad for weeks.. but thanks for diluc for comforting me and carried me- “ before you can finished your words, zhongli hovered on you and he is now on top of your body. make you completely vulnerable, compare to his well built body with yours, make you feel like a prey, under his fiery gold eyes. 

“dont complete that senteces“ he said. “what? do i- A-aahh!~“ zhongli sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys. he continued to bite and sucking your skin while youre blabbering mess.

“dont bring up another man other than me, (name)..“ he paused just to strip himself, leaving only his clothed hard erection before to continue to ravish you like youre the only meal in this world. his head slide down to your chest, your nipples are visible. he first giving it kitten licks on your right nipple then continue to sucked it like milk will came out. you cant help but moaned and his other hand is playing and tugging on your left one. “Hhngg~ z-zhongli! “ he is so good at this. youre gonna cum only him playing with your nipple. 

after some moments, he stop sucking it. finally, you can breathe properly.. you can feel his cold hands sliding in your inner thighs. his fingers in front of your entrance “z-zhongli! w-wait a moment!” he enter his middle finger without a warning. you screamed in pleasure. his long finger hitting your sweet spot. he start to fingered his long digits before adding two more. his grunts and your moans mixed in this room. “z-zhongli!- zhongli..!” youre calling him like crazy when he add one more of his finger inside you, now he is four finger inside. hitting that spot. over and over again and your mind went blank.

“im sorry that i dont come home early..“ he said between his ragged breath. still thrusting his long slender finger inside you. youre holding onto his shoulder blades. muffled moans onto his neck.youre close.

“z-zhongli aah! i-im cumming!“ you whined. “a-again.. im sorry i dont come home..twice..” he suddenly thrusting his finger faster. your faces is a complete mess with your watery eyes, saliva coming out and your redded face. “... i cant control your luck- but now im here, so dont worry about losing me again-” as he finished his statement, you came on his finger as he came on the bedsheet. 

[dejwritesarchived]

plssss that mention in the hockey player Jean fic of him complaining abt a morning wood has me on a HOLD. if you don’t mind could you write a hockey player Jean with a morning wood fic

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — morning wood can be such a buzz kill sometimes [ ft hockey player!jean kirstein (kirschtein), she/her pronouns, afab reader, reader implied to be black, established relationship (reader and jean are married with a child), oral (m.receving), slight spit kink, oral fixations, cum swallowing, mentions of morning wood, sports au, kinda short and more of a thirst tbh, slight continued piece from this, minor dni ]

YOU COULD FEEL JEAN'S ARM TIGHTEN AROUND YOUR WAIST. A move he only did when you either attempted to get out of bed or if he was being a needy lil husband. The oversized t-shirt of his raised just a bit to the point that your pastel blue silk panties were exposed. You let out a groan due to you wanting your space in the king-sized bed before your five-year-old son would be dashing into your room demanding cereal. But your eyes shot open feeling the deprived poking at your ass.

"Babbee.." Jean whined lowly, his morning wood was aching for attention. Especially considering that the two of you haven't had sex in a while due to how busy his practice schedule got.

Your hand rubbed at your eyes attempting to rub any last bit of sleep out of it, you're wiggling your body out of Jean's grasp before you're disappearing under the covers. It wasn't no secret that even after being married for over three years, the hockey player still had wet dreams about you. You remember vividly when Jean told you about one of his dreams on a sunny Saturday morning as his dick was poking through the grey-colored comforter. Occasionally, you'll let him slide it right in depending on if you were wearing underwear that night. On some days (like this one), you're nuzzling your way under the covers to help your desperate husband before he started his day.

"Look at that," You hummed to yourself once you managed to free his cock from his pajama bottoms. He didn't even bother to wear anything else.

Letting spit pool up in your mouth before the flat of your tongue is gliding across his shaft. You could hear Jean let out a sigh of release when he felt the wetness of your tongue touch his cock. His hands lifted up the covers before pushing them down so he could watch you. It was just something amazing about watching the way his big cock disappeared in your mouth like a magic show.

"Stop teasin', you know before lil guy wakes up," Jean said through gritted teeth. His head fell further back into the fluffy pillow his head was on.

Your hand palmed at Jean's cock some before letting it disappear into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks slightly to help you shove his cock down your throat. The pornographic sound of your gag felt like music to the hockey player's ears considering that he liked his head sloppy as ever. It was just something so glorious seeing his favorite girl face sloppy with his precum.

His hand found its way on the back of your head while you were sucking him off. Your own saliva-coated your hand while you massaged parts of his cock that couldn't fit into your mouth. A low moan vibrated off the back of your throat while Jean's cock was in your mouth. The feeling of his large member shoving down your throat caused you to get turned on, even feeling the slight dampness in your panties.

"Fuck." Jean huffed out as he chewed at his lower lip. "I love you so much, baby." He's praising while you were sucking on him like a cherry lollipop.

Each stroke and each kitten lick caused Jean's eyes to shift close and he's a stuttering mess until his thick cum dripped upon your tongue. Your lips wrapped around his pink mushroom-shaped tip milking him of every droplet of his cum.

"Jeez, you surely know how to take care of me (Y/N)."

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