#Kittenfics

[kittenkinks]

Pub Crawl part 1

You can find the second part of this story over here, third part and fourth part.

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It happened again. It was supposed to be a fun, relaxed night out with some friends, only a couple of drinks, catching up, and then you'd go home and rest before work tomorrow morning.

But of course, one bar turned into a bar crawl, and now it's so late it's almost early morning, you're sitting in a bathroom stall in a seedy club, trying to sober up after too many drinks, with no idea where your friends are.

Your mind is swimming in the alcohol and the music you hear muffled from the outside, when you're suddenly pulled into focus as you hear a couple of masculine voices chatting just outside the wall of the stall. How? No, you were sure you--Right as you're wondering if you were really so stupid as to go into the wrong bathroom without even noticing, more voices join, and some leave, all male, all clearly drunk and making such vulgar comments about the women outside. Oh, you fucked up.

You sit there, frozen, with no idea what to do, when the thought occurs to you that your heels are clearly visible under the stall, so your drunk little mind decides to pull your legs up against the side of the tiny stall. You sit there, legs spread, biting your lip, hoping no one notices you're there. Right? We wouldn't want anyone to find you like that, of course, that would be so pathetic. Why are you getting so wet? Are you that drunk that you're clenching your thighs at the thought of being found there, in that position? You're all but offering yourself up if someone opens the door.

You know it's a bad idea, but you've been locked in the stall for a while, and your cunt is soaking through the lace panties you wore today, just thinking about what the men outside would do with you if they found you like this, spread and so, so wet. Your hand moves before you're aware of it, and you have to bite your lip hard to stifle a moan. Thankfully, it works, and you can more or less control yourself as you start rubbing circles around your clit slowly.

You're so wet that your slick is clinging to your fingers through the fabric, and you're teasing yourself, caressing slowly through your folds, around where you so desperately want to touch. You keep telling yourself that it's because you're just so drunk, that sober you would never get off at the thought of being used in such a disturbing place, treated like a fucktoy by strangers, so desperate to be fucked that two of your fingers slide easily into your soaking hole.

Your breathing getting even more uneven, you bite your lip harder until you draw blood, and god does the sting of pain feel sooo good. You're mindlessly grinding against your hand already, your legs shaking, while you throw your head back and close your eyes.

The thought that this might be incredibly humiliating, that you're drunk, knuckles deep in your pussy, in a dirty club bathroom, practically drooling at the thought of being discovered crosses your mind, and it stays there, the realization that you might be a slut slowly sinking in. You shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but you're so close. You add a third finger, and finally, you feel the familiar sting of your hole being stretched, and it sends you right over the edge. You cum clenching around your fingers, your fluids dripping to your thighs, your underwear ruined, head thrown back and drool mixing with the drops of blood in your lips.

You're so lost in the haze of your orgasm, the alcohol, the feeling of what you had just done barely sinking into you, that you barely register the moans still escaping your lips and the pair of shoes now standing outside the stall.

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[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

Ghoulette Appreciation Week 9

Week 9: Pranks & Getting a pet

Pranks? Well this obviously needs me to bring back the Blondies!

This week was also heavily inspired by @rainsbasspick and their Rainbowie kitten fic, it's soo adorable, you have to read it!! I've had a load of fun discussing how the ghouls would react to a kitten with them, thanks Ash!! <3

Dew, Mountain and Aether are going on a trip with Papa. It's only for three days, how much trouble could Sunshine and Cumulus possibly get into? Or: Sunny and Cumulus replace Dew with a kitten.

Rating: G Content: Gratuitous fluff, kittens. Words: 2982

Read below or on AO3!

The ghouls filled the entrance hall of the Abbey, saying their goodbyes to Dew, Aether and Mountain. They were going on a three-day publicity tour with Papa, but the way the rest of the pack were acting you would think it was three months. Swiss was strategically standing with his hands resting on Rain's hips: if he was allowed to get free for “one more kiss” from Dew, they'd never manage to peel him away. Mountain was being swarmed by ghoulettes, as Aurora, Sunshine and Cumulus practically climbed him. Aether had his hands on Cirrus’ shoulders, giving his final words of encouragement and advice for keeping the pack in line with both him and Mountain absent. Phantom and Papa hovered awkwardly, watching the spectacle unfold.

Eventually, the last goodbyes were said. Aether gave Sunshine a hug, bending down to beg her to "please, for the love of all that's unholy, be good!" while Dew simultaneously whispered the opposite into Cumulus's hair. Papa finally herded his reluctant ghouls into the waiting car, Mountain rolling down the window as they began to pull away to fix the two most mischievous ghoulettes with a stare. “Behave!”

It was only for three days, after all. How much trouble could they get into?

Quite a lot, it turned out.

Sunshine and Cumulus knew better than to mess with Rain too much while Dew and Mountain were away: anything too mean would surely end in tears without Dew present to apologize, and Mountain to threaten payback. Besides, he had pretty much gone to ground while the others were away; only accepting company from Swiss and Phantom, or emerging at mealtimes. They both felt Swiss had suffered enough recently, although he had been delicious fun to mess with... maybe it was time to turn their efforts to the rest of the Abbey for a while. Copia was away, so who would be around to punish them?

They began their unsupervised reign of terror over the siblings with a classic: hiding in dark corners of the chapel for Sunny to remould candlewax into creepy shapes to scare siblings. Nothing beat the terrified squeal of a Sibling opening their eyes and raising their head from prayer to find the candle in front of them now bore a screaming face, features twisted in agony. Cumulus also reverted to an old favourite prank to scare new siblings. She conjured winds that felt like someone breathing down their neck, and hands grasping around their ankles. She made it her mission for the week to start a new rumour about the archway leading to the storage cellar being haunted – this also came with the double benefit of making the fearful siblings tasked with guarding it way less diligent, so both ghoulettes could pilfer more liquor from it.

The second night, when they snuck into the kitchen to steal snacks to fuel an evening of plotting, the head kitchen ghoulette, Meadow, was alerted to their presence by the indignant meow of a kitten they nearly tripped over.

“Oh hello, little one!” Sunshine cooed at the tiny ball of fluff, which was hissing and spitting at her ankles.

“Good evening, Sunshine, Cumulus.” Meadow said with a wry smile, looking up from the bread she was kneading. “What do I have to turn a blind eye to you two making off with this time?”

Cumulus at least had the dignity to look sheepish, while Sunshine ignored the question in favour of plopping herself onto the floor to get closer to the kitten. The last time she'd seen the kittens in the Abbey kitchen was about two months previously, when they had barely had their eyes open.

“We were here for pretzels and pizza bites, but I think Sunny wants the kitten!” Cumulus laughs, watching the ginger kitten's curiosity get the better of them, and start to clamber onto Sunshine's lap.

“You can take her too, if you'd like? They're all plenty old enough to leave, and Satan know this whole Abbey needs better pest control...” Meadow wiped flour from her hands onto her apron and gestured at two other kittens tussling in the corner. “Since they left their box, they've been running all over, getting under our feet. Even their mothers sick of them!”

All the ghouls were familiar with the kitchen mouser; a large tortoiseshell cat that had done more for their unending mouse problem than hundreds of mouse traps ever could. Copia lived in fear that she would one day seek more challenging prey and go after his rats.

Sunshine looked up from her spot on the floor with eyes as round as saucers. “We can keep her?” The kitten had found its way into her lap and was now happily purring away and headbutting the hand Sunny was petting her with.

Meadow shrugged and gestured to the storage cupboard, “They're all destined for various wings of the Abbey, might as well claim your own now. Litter and food is in the cupboard.”

Cumulus and Sunshine shared a look – this seemed too good to be true! The kitten hissed again as Sunshine scrambled to her feet, shocked at suddenly finding herself a meter higher in the air.

“Thanks, Meadow! We'll take good care of her, I promise.” assured Cumulus, tickling the small fuzzball under her chin. “This little princess is about to get spoiled rotten!”

The pair gathered up all the supplies they needed from the cupboard, almost forgetting their original mission for snacks in their excitement. With a final wave, they thanked Meadow one more time, receiving a good-natured eye roll in return.

“Cirrus is gonna kill us, isn't she?” giggled Sunshine as she and Cumulus made their way back through the darkened hallways to the ghoul wing, arms laden with food for both them and their new packmate, riding proudly on Sunshine’s shoulder.

“Definitely.”

The next morning, after getting the kitten settled in Sunshine’s room, Cumulus and Sunshine were sitting on the floor in the common room playing with the her, giving her a chance to spread her little legs. Miraculously she’d slept through most of the night, but only once Cumulus had helped her up onto the bed to curl up between them. Before this, she had circled their bed like a shark, howling her tiny lungs out.

“Look at her little horns!” Cumulus pointed to her white ears, in contrast to the rest of her ginger fur. “She looks just like Dew!”

“And she’s got his personality too, look!” Sunshine giggled as the kitten tried to drag Cirrus’s abandoned slipper across the floor. It was approximately the same size as her. “What a little menace!”

“Don’t eat Riri’s slipper, silly! She’ll be mad, and we might have to give you back to the kitchen!” Cumulus’s baby-talk seemed to get higher-pitched every time she addressed the kitten. Sunshine reached out to try and take the slipper from her, only for her stubby tail to fluff up like a bottle brush, and her to let out a tiny growl.

Cumulus buried her face into Sunshine’s side, suppressing her squeal so as not to frighten the adorable little monster.

“Aww, what a spitfire! You are like Dew, aren’t you!” Sunshine said as she finally succeeded at freeing the slipper, pulling it high into the air and dragging the still-growling ball of fur with it. Her teeth lost their grip and she fell the few centimetres back to the carpeted floor, landing in an undignified pile of legs and fur with a little huff.

Sunshine stood up, rescuing Cirrus’s other slipper from its vulnerable position under the sofa as she did.

“I’ll be right back, let me grab my camera. The newest ghoulette needs a picture on the fridge too!”

As the door swung shut behind Sunny, the kitten ran up to it and started scrabbling at it with her small claws, wailing at the top of her lungs.

“Oh you’re a clingy little thing, just like Dew when he was a water ghoul!” Cumulus cooed, scooping the cat up out of the way of the door. “Maybe we should call you Dew2?” She set the kitten back in her lap, laughing as she immediately scampered off again to explore.

Sunshine returned waving her polaroid camera, and was greeted by the kitten sat on the back of the sofa, where she had clawed her way up for a better vantage point. She tried to capture a photo of the kitten, but she immediately began batting at the lens with her paw.

Shortly after, Swiss walked into the den. He was greeted by the ginger kitten, still perched on the back of the sofa but now hissing and spitting at his unfamiliar scent. He hissed back.

“Don’t be mean Swiss!” Cumulus admonished him. He raised an eyebrow at her, looking pointedly at the clearly still agitated fuzzball, then back at Cumulus.

“What, are we summoning demons in here now?” he asked. The kitten spat at him again.

“Hey, Dew2 isn’t a demon, she’s a kitten!”

“Dew2.” Swiss deadpanned, looking to Sunshine as if she could provide more answers. She just shrugged, and grinned.

“I know you guys miss him but really? It’s been two days.” The look in Swiss’ eyes clearly conveyed that it was too damn early in the morning for this.

“We don’t have a proper name for her yet, we’re letting her personality choose.” Cumulus said, Sunshine nodding in agreement.

“Hmpf. Seems like you’re pretty accurate already, you’ve cloned Dew into a baby cat’s body. Congrats, Papa’s gonna freak if that gets anywhere near his rats.” He walked off in the direction of the fridge in the corner, shaking his head in bemusement.

The kitten hissed again as he retreated, before scrabbling her way onto Sunshine’s shoulder. The ghoulette tried not to wince as the kitten’s needle-like claws dug into her bare skin.

“Oh she’s such a little spitfire!” Cumulus fussed at the kitten, as it seemed torn between continuing to drive off the threat of Swiss, and purr at the head scratches.

“What about that as a name!” gasped Sunshine “Spitfire. How does that sound?”

“Oh yeah, that’s cute.” Swiss drawled sarcastically from by the fridge, “Good luck with that, I’m sure Dew won’t mind that you replaced him at all.” He grabbed the drink he had come in for, and headed for the door. “Enjoy explaining her to Cirrus. And Aether.”

It turned out, Dew did mind. He returned with Papa and the other ghouls shortly before dinner that night to discover the den in uproar. Cirrus had been running around checking everything was in order for their return, only to discover three ghoulettes, Rain, and Phantom all sat in a circle on the den floor flicking a pom-pom between each other for an equally fluffy kitten to chase. Six pairs of glowing eyes had stared at her as she stood in the doorway, spluttering at the mess they had created. Cirrus squeezed her eyes tightly shut and bolted from the room, as if hoping that by choosing not to acknowledge the scene before her, it would cease to exist.

Dewdrop, Aether and Mountain had returned to a duplicate experience; the unblinking eyes also staring unnervingly up at them from the floor. All of them exhausted from the trip, it was decided that the arrival of a small new pack member would be discussed in the morning. Sunshine and Cumulus had cackled to themselves as they settled down to sleep with Spitfire that night. For now, they seemed to have won.

Dew quickly realized he had returned home to a nightmare: his little mischief-making trio was now a foursome, and he had been replaced by a small cat. The ghoulettes addressed Spitfire with questions as though Dew wasn’t there, got distracted halfway through sentences by the kitten interrupting with a meow, and were now calling it by his nickname. Every time one of the ghoulettes would call Spitfire, Dew’s ears would twitch. They seemed to be taking malicious pleasure in it.

“Why is she called that?” he finally burst out in desperation.

“Well, we couldn’t really call her Dew2 now, could we?” Cumulus said innocently, batting her eyelashes. Sunshine’s characteristic smirk grew wider.

“I was gone THREE DAYS and you replaced me!” Dew yelled, and stormed angrily from the room. He headed to find Cirrus, one of the few remaining pack members who weren’t under the kitten’s spell. Cumulus and Sunshine fussed over Spitfire, her tail lashing at the sudden noise.

Dew didn’t quite get the sympathy he had been hoping for, however. He had crossed Cirrus enough times in the past that she had no intention of letting Dew get away without a little taste of his own medicine.

“Oh Dewdrop,” she stroked his hair from where he had flopped dramatically onto her bed next to her, “you can’t run around being a menace to society with Sunny and Lulu and expect to be totally immune from their mischief yourself!” Dew huffed and rolled over, burying his face into her duvet.

Over the next few days, everyone had begun to warm up to the new feline member of their pack. Even Cirrus and Aether had finally agreed that Spitfire’s cuteness far outweighed the additional mess she caused. Aurora and Phantom were new to the human concept of keeping pets, neither having even seen a kitten before, and were summarily besotted with her. The one ghoul left unconvinced was Dew.

A lazy morning led to Mountain and Sunshine making lunch for the pack, with a little helper running around their feet. Spitfire seemed to have boundless energy and was living up to her name, bouncing around like a spark from the fireplace. Cumulus, Aurora and Dew were sprawled across each other on the sofa, banished from “helping” by Mountain.

Sunny held out a small scrap of salami from the sandwiches she was making, dangling it tauntingly above the kitten’s head. Spitfire sniffed the air above her, rearing onto her back legs to try and snatch the morsel of food. Sunshine whisked it away again and again, teasing the kitten, her tail waving back and forth as she geared up to jump. She continued this little game, Spitfire’s jumps getting higher and higher each time until she was almost level with the countertops.

“Hey look Dew, she’s almost as tall as you when she jumps!” Cumulus giggled. Dew spluttered indignantly. With her next attempt, Spitfire jumped even higher; twisting dramatically and finally snatching the salami from Sunshine. She came crashing back onto the floor with a small huff, clutching her prize in her mouth as she landed in an ungainly heap.

“Hmpf, she’s even less graceful at falling over than Rain though!” Dew retorted as he tickled the soles of Cumulus’s feet to make her squeal.

Spitfire stumbled back to her feet, finishing her treat and licking her lips. She shook herself off, and trotted over to Cumulus. Dew scowled down at her, as she stared balefully up at the ghouls on the sofa, meowing gently as she begged to be helped up to join their pile. Cumulus wasted no time in scooping Spitfire onto her lap, and fussed over her as she delicately licked a paw and washed her face. Still sulking, Dew turned his back on Cumulus and the kitten, and struck up an inane conversation with Aurora about the chore rota.

Behind his back, his tail swished in embarrassment at being compared to the kitten once again. He was so engrossed in changing the topic, he failed to see Aurora’s eyes narrowing at something over his shoulder, and the corners of her lips turning up. On Cumulus’s lap, Spitfire had stopped preening and her own little eyes were locked onto the twitching spade of Dew’s tail. Cumulus watched as the kitten’s bottom began to wiggle, her own stubby tail waving behind her.

The yelp when Spitfire’s teeth sunk into Dew’s tail could have come from either of them. He leapt to his feet, shrieking as he tried to shake her loose. The kitten let go of his violently lashing tail, abandoning ship in favour of landing on Dew’s back and holding on with her claws for dear life. As Dew continued to screech, Cumulus and Aurora were rendered speechless, in fits of laughter at the sight.

“Looks like she likes you Dew!” howled Sunshine from the kitchen.

Spitfire continued to claw her way to relative safety, eventually reaching Dew’s shoulder as he began spinning in circles trying to reach to dislodge her.

“You sure about that?” he growled, coming to a stop as he made himself dizzy. Spitfire unhooked one paw, and use it to bat at a loose piece of his hair over his ear. Cautiously, he reached around to grab her, and held her out at arm’s length front of him to give her a narrow-eyed glare. She glowered back at him, hissing.

Once the ghoulettes had stopped laughing, Mountain managed to corral them and the rest of the pack to the dinner table to eat lunch. Cumulus and Sunshine parked themselves either side of Dew, encouraging Spitfire to walk across him to move between their laps for food. Dew could have sworn she was digging her claws into his thigh extra deep on purpose. She politely accepted a titbit from Cumulus’s plate, and Dew sent her another challenging glare as he unwrapped a string cheese. Spitfire glared back, before launching herself at the other end of the cheese dangling from Dew’s lips.

A tug of war ensured, both parties growling at each other over around the cheese in their mouths.

“Dew, just let her have it,” sighed Mountain, “there’s plenty more cheese.” His pleas fell on deaf ears.

Cumulus and Sunshine leaned back in their seats to smirk at each other over the still-growling Dewdrop. Spitfire was the best new ghoulette they could have ever asked for.

[pagesofkenna]

Familiar

a short Skyjacks: Courier's Call slice-of-life kittenfic

Everyone has a job aboard the Red Audron, and everyone pitches in.

A breeze blew in the open window, dislodging loose stacks of envelopes and threatening to flip over pages of the logbook. Lizander stopped the pages with a white paw. He slipped the thin envelope from between his teeth into the current page of the book, marking the spot, then heaved the heavy lid of the book shut with a hind leg.

Another soft gust toppled a stack of letters nearby. One or two slid behind a wooden crate, and Lizander jumped down from the desk to go retrieve them. The floor beneath his paws reverberated slightly as footsteps approached, and he had just enough time to duck out of the way before the mailroom door was tossed open with a slam.

“Mail time!!” Cecelia exclaimed. A few more carefully arranged stacks of letters were overturned, but the apprentice didn’t even seem to notice. She stomped into the room, with June, carrying a large box, and Kiran close at her heels.

[read the rest on AO3]

[etoilesombre]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @hms-tardimpala <3

I have noooo idea who has done this already, so tagging @lichfucker @frau-kali @tiofrean @lupismaris @verdanthoney no pressure, also anybody else who wants to

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 18

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 257,419

3. What fandoms do you write for? 95% Black Sails. I have one story for Fetch Phillips Archives, one for the tv show of The Exorcist, and I've committed to one for A Charm of Magpies (book series)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? long as amber of ember glows, to pull me from myself again, The Salt and the Sea, Another Way, Such Terrible Hungers

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Absolutely! I love talking about these guys, my writing, fandom in general, anything, and if somebody takes the time to comment i want them to know its appreciated. that said i DO either miss some sometimes or just get overwhelmed with life but it is always my intention.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uhhh for all the angst IN the stories i'm actually secretly a softie i usually leave things pretty good. but. ok if we're doing story not series, then its definitely A Composite Unity

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Princes of the New World, the end there is PURE wish fulfillment in a way I had never done before and likely never will again. Wanna see Silver be a pretty princess and then get fucked so good it breaks canon? Also Kittenfic if you want something that is actually not smut for once. Yes it has actual kittens. It is sad and sweet and i think reasonably plausible in canon, but. It was written for a ficfest prompt "betsy has kittens and silver adopts them on maroon island.'

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? OH BOY DO I lol. I'm not gonna say this is what I'm here for, but, sex is definitely one of my main lenses for exploring character dynamics and psychology. 'What kind' has varied a lot.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Not yet, though I've done some concepting. I got pretty far into planning a Hannibal/Black Sails crossover with a friend (set in Black Sails canon era) and that concept still haunts me.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?  No

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? Lol. You mean, the whole reason I ever started writing at all? Yeah, Silverflint. I'm Still Processing.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Uhh ot3 swimming

16. What are your writing strengths? Making fic feel true to canon. Dialogue, character exploration through sex.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Showing things in summary rather than getting into every damn detail. Heavily plotted fic, fic that covers a long period of time. At least, these are things I don't do intuitively and have not yet pushed myself to do? Also imagery, my writing is pretty functional.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Absolutely fine, but do it well. Which to me means, if it is not a language you speak fluently, google translate is not enough, ask a native speaker to review it. Also, needs to be there for a reason. There's gonna be some Spanish in longfic once I finally get back to it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Black Sails.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written? Oh god I really don't know if I can pick. Honestly it might be By Faith of My Body, the one where pining!Flint and Madi have highly fraught conversations about books. But that's what I'm working on now and its possible 'favorite' is just 'whatever's in front of my face.'

[lesamis]

May we have some more kitten fic please?

anon, thank you for holding me accountable there! this fic was meant to be published in time for the @jonsimsandcats event back in april, and your message finally pushed me to finish it four months late.

“Well, I've never run a museum, but refusing to socialise with anyone who works there doesn't seem like the only way forward,” says Georgie. The Admiral places an inquisitive paw on her chin. “Just my two cents.” And what could he say to that? Jon would have happily continued along his established track of failed curmudgeonly authority if the cat-situation hadn't come along to bond him and his co-workers in hushing up some gross museological malpractice. (Oh, Jon knows it's just Martin. He wouldn't have thought twice about inviting Tim or Sasha over, and he knows exactly why. Not addressing that 'why' is a deliberate choice: whatever he feels for Martin needs a sturdy dam, or he'll find himself lost in the flood before long.)

[sholiofic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Iron Fist (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joy Meachum & Ward Meachum Characters: Ward Meachum, Joy Meachum Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Just Add Kittens, Cats, Past Abuse, Fluff and Angst Summary: Pre-season-one. Joy finds a kitten in the rain.

[21st-century-flapper]

so Milicent escapes as a kitten out of Hux's apartment. Hux is heartbroken. One week later he sees posters of a pretty street musician asking if anyone lost a reddish kitten. Hux arrives at that guys apartment where he meets so called Poe, flatmate and co-musician Ben, and the just dropped by third co-musician vaguely reminding Hux of Justin Timberlake

(this is just the kind of cute I need today

“Thank you so much for finding her!” 

Hux picked up Millicent, holding her up to his face: “Don’t you ever do that again, young lady. I was worried sick about you!” 

He pressed a kiss on the kitten’s small, fluffy head, then cradled her in his arms: “I was afraid I’d never see her again. That she was shivering in some ditch, all alone and hungry, or got run over by a car… thank you guys for taking her in. I feel so bad, I only left the door open for five minutes to get something out of the car…”

“No need to thank us,” Poe said, flashing Hux a smile. “Taking care of her was so much fun, I’m almost sad to see her go. And she’s got talent!”

“Talent?” Hux gave a quizzical look.

“Here, let me show you. Can I take her for a moment?” Ben reached out for the kitten, and Hux reluctantly let him take her.

Grinning, Ben set Millicent down on top of one of the drums of the drumkit that was standing in a corner of the room. Without hesitation, the kitten started to pat the surface of the drum with her paws, then made a few tiny hops.

“See?” Ben said, watching the kitten with a look that was surprisingly soft for a guy built like a brick shithouse and covered in tattoos.

“I’m considering kicking Ben out of the band and replacing him with Millie,” Poe quipped, which earned him a snort and a short, friendly shove from Ben.

Hux laughed, watching Millicent hop around on the drum, obviously intrigued by the sounds her attempts at pouncing made. 

In a spur of the moment decision, he turned to Poe and Ben: “Hey, let me at least buy you guys a coffee. You’ve given Millicent such a good temporary home, I’d feel horrible if I didn’t.”

“Ain’t going to say no to that,” Poe said, once again giving Hux a charming smile. “Ben?”

“Sure. I never say no to a coffee.” He was still watching Millicent play, the kitten having jumped down from the drum and now butting the drumsticks with her head, obviously delighted with how they kept rolling away.

“You know,” Ben said in a thoughtful voice, “maybe we should get a kitten of our own…”

“Well, if you’re interested,” Hux said, “I got Millie from a shelter, and they’re always looking for good homes for their rescues. Let me give you their number. The woman who runs the shelter is really nice, she can answer any questions you might have…”

[trzee]

this is a /srs question how do u guys feel about the url kittenf as in kitte(not found) is this ugly be honest

[irelise]

tagged by @gerec​! how exciting, my first ever writing meme \o/

“Post the first line of your last 10 published fics, then tag 10 people.”

i don’t have 10 published fics (unless maybe i start including shit i wrote when i was 12 but no way i’m going to do that (╯°□°)╯ ) so i’m throwing some unpublished/wip ones into the mix!

1. rue de la paix (xmfc, cherik post-dp) Genosha is meant to be a sanctuary, undisturbed by news of the outside world, but there is a difference between peace and sticking one’s head in the sand.

2. rue de la paix (chapter 3 - wip) The Paris-Charles de Gaulle Airport is bustling at this time of the day, but between their (inordinately) early arrival and the airport’s mobility services, he and Erik make good time through the various check-ins and security checks.

3. the yew tree  (xmfc, cherik, charles/shaw - or is it???) “No. Absolutely not. I’m impressed; this is the worst idea you’ve come up with yet.”

4. natural law (xmfc, charles/en sabah nur) Charles is nine years old and he thinks he's going crazy. 

5. Exchanges  (tota, young jade/original male character) “By the way, have you heard the rumours circulating around your division lately?”

6. of falling snow (tota, gen, jade and nephry) By the time Nephry truly approached him, most of the guests had dispersed, eager to make their way home before they were caught up in the oncoming snowstorm.

WIP fic ideas/unpublished/never completed fics below!

7. Kaya’ga’la (xmfc, cherik, shapeshifter au set in the incredibly obscure Kiesha’ra universe) The shriek of a falcon’s hunting cry splits the air, and Erik jerks his head up just in time to catch the gleam of sunlight against white wings as the gyrfalcon plunges down at its prey.

8. basically irredeemable filth (tota, young jade/original male character, similar verse to Exchanges) When the Major General’s hot mouth closes over his own, Jade doesn’t reciprocate.

9. basically irredeemable nonsense (tota, jade, kittenfic, peojade?!? honestly it’s a sin that i’ve never written anything for my otp) This, Jade thought as he scrambled under a bench to hide from the rain, is the last time I’m getting involved with military experiments not designed by myself.

10. Lady and the Tramp (tota, frings/cecille, hp au in same universe as Räven och Slottet) Dear Jozette,

I hope this letter finds you well. How have your holidays been? It’s been uncommonly foggy here lately, I hope it hasn’t affected your spirits any.

tagging @dimensionslip and @fatcatsarecats and @jackyjango and anyone else who wants to do this!

[isisisak]

omg if you want to keep the cat posts coming pls do they’re so adorable... also that new thing you wrote about buying them buying a house together 😭❤️

aaahhh thank you! and yesssss my friend had a new kitten and i barely survive the daily videos kittens ftw (did you check out @evenshands `s kittenfics?? SO adorable)

[kittenkinks]

Pub Crawl part 2

Here's Part One of this story, and here's Part Three and Part Four.

I'm only now writing this down, but I've been fantasizing about this story for years at this point.

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Oh, you got so lost in the moment, getting off to the thought of doing something so slutty, touching yourself hidden in a stall in the male bathroom, hoping no one notices your drunk little self finger-fucking yourself and chocking back moans, that you didn't realize you weren't really chocking down the moans anymore. How could you? You were so close, and so horny, you just wanted to cum, and it felt so good.

Your brain was swimming in the alcohol and the afterglow, the reality of what you had done not yet sinking in when the old, rusty door of the stall started to open. You panicked and tried to keep the door closed, moving your legs so you could push against whoever was trying to go in, a startled yelp leaving your lips. But your legs were still shaking, you were drunk and just not that strong to begin with. A little push from the outside and your legs gave out, while the door flung wide open.

Oh, what do we have here?

You must be quite the sight, you think to yourself. Your face red and flustered, your dress pushed up high, legs wide open and your hand still over your dripping pussy, soaked underwear pushed to the side, clearly giving away what you had been doing, if the heavy breaths and moans hadn't made it clear.

It was a split second before you desperately tried to get away and the man towering over you made to grab you. But you weren't fast enough, and there was nowhere for you to run anyway. He grabbed you by the arm, hard, his fingers digging into your flesh, pushing you up to your feet and pulling you towards him, out of the stall. You tried to get him off you, but he didn't even seem to notice you struggling.

Hey! Look what I found!

The tears started running down your face almost immediately, you didn't even dare to look up once he had taken you out of the stall and your body was held firmly flushed to him. He wasn't talking to you, and the surprised cheers and laughs that answered him made it clear it was not just the two of you. You tried to break free from his grasp, again, with no more success than before.

No, babygirl, where are you going? Are you lost? We just want to help.

You couldn't help but sob, still looking at the floor. He was mocking you, and everyone seemed to find your tears so funny.

Please, please, I'm sorry, just let me go. My friends are outside.

Oh, baby, we're your friends now. Don't worry, we're just going to have a little fun together.

The laughs, again, you were full-on sobbing at this point, he was holding you closer now, and you could clearly feel his erection on your ass. You looked at yourself, your dress still half-pulled up, your panties barely covering your pussy, trying to keep some dignity by covering yourself up as best you could with the hand he wasn't holding, which made your cum soaked fingers even more apparent.

You were starting to have doubts you could safely get out of that situation, but you trashed again and, to your surprise, this time you felt his grip release. The relief was short-lived, you were shaking still, and the moment he let go of you and tried to step again, your knees gave out, and you tripped over yourself. Laughter erupted around you as you found yourself on your hands and knees, surrounded by at least 4 pairs of feet.

You're eager, aren't you? Were your fingers not enough? I know, I know. Don't worry, baby, we'll make you feel good.

You looked up, trying to focus on the face of the man that had found you, doing your best to plead.

Please, don't. I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I just want to go home.

Oh, baby, don't worry, you just be a good girl, and you'll be on your way home before you realize.

You're not sure what caused the shiver that ran down your spine, what he was saying, or the way he put his hand on your head, almost caressing your hair, you were fighting the urge to lean into his hand when out of a sudden he grabbed a fistful of your hair. You whimpered, and then screamed as a hard slap landed against your ass.

Now, open your mouth.

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[shamelesslymkp]

REC: The Cat-Burglar Job.

LINK: https://ift.tt/2UnX9ml brown_betty: But if we wrote kittenfic, no one would respect us in the morning!emeraldwoman: Betty.emeraldwoman: No one respects us now. (Wordcount: 12,152) !fic, site:archiveofourown, fandom:leverage, rating:not.rated, relationship:hardison/parker, relationship:alec.hardison/parker/eliot.spencer, ao3_tag:caper, ~author:betty, ~author:emeraldwoman

[pagesofkenna]

Think i should do bunch of low-stakes short fic just for fun/beat the depression, no clue what to do them for/about

[ao3feed-lucywyatt]

(not) Roommates

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2r9446d

by OnceUponAWhim

A stray kitten shows up at Mason's warehouse... [Wyatt/Lucy, post-season 1]

Words: 5660, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Timeless (TV 2016)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Wyatt Logan, Lucy Preston, Kitten - Character

Relationships: Wyatt Logan & Lucy Preston, Wyatt Logan/Lucy Preston

Additional Tags: Timeless Weekly Challenge Week #10, kittenfic

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2r9446d

[kittenkinks]

Pub Crawl part 4

Here's the first part of this story, here's part two and part three.

Finally! I'm sorry it took me soooo long, but here it is. After watching a lot of Gangbang rape porn for inspiration (and being a good girl and not touching myself at all), it's finally done. Especial thanks to Daddy for helping me with it.

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You have very little time to adjust to the stretch of your pussy when you feel hands grab your hips hard and start bouncing you up and down. You keep pumping the cocks you have on either hand but struggle to maintain rhythm with your mouth, however, someone is more than eager to grab a handful of your hair close to the scalp and start moving your head themselves.

You're overwhelmed. Everything hurts, your arms are tired, your knees are bruised, you're not sure if your jaw hurts from the thick cocks you've been servicing or from how strong they've been holding your face. Your ass is sore from them playing with it, but you're sure that was just the start of it, and your pussy still stings after being stretched so suddenly.

But then the man raping you moves his hand from your hair to your chin, and you look up at him, with pleading eyes, even though you no longer know what you're begging for. It takes the little will you have left to fight the urge to lean into his touch and remind yourself that he's the reason you're in so much fucking pain. And he can see that fight, you're sure of it, in the way his hands cup your face so gently, lingering with his fingers around your swollen lips, brushing away a tear, smiling while he looks into your eyes, so sure he's breaking you.

You feel a hand pushing your back forward while another pair of hands grip your hips still, and you realize you had been bouncing on the cock in your cunt by yourself, purely on instinct, seeking some sort of release. The sounds of your wet pussy taking that cock over and over again suddenly become very apparent, the way your thighs are soaked from how wet you are. Through the shame, you're even thankful as you feel them use your own juices and some spit to lube up your asshole as you feel a cock start grinding on your ass until it finally starts to push inside.

It hurts, you feel like you're being ripped in half, and you scream around the hand that's now firmly pressed against your mouth. You're almost sobbing from the pain, as the man behind you keeps slowly but surely putting his cock in your ass, when you feel the thumb of one of the hands still holding your hips move and start stroking your clit. The pain is still almost unbearable but little by little you start feeling a familiar warmth settling on your core, winding up little by little, you feel your pussy start to clench around the cock that's still inside you and, as much as you want to fight it, you can feel your asshole relaxing and fully taking the cock in your ass down to the hilt. Everything stops for a moment, both men waiting for your body to fully adjust before starting to fuck you, as you're forced to face the shame that you're no longer screaming but rather moaning against the hand on your mouth.

They keep winding circles around your clit until you're bucking your hips against the movement and practically start fucking yourself before both men start pumping in and out of you. It hurts, and you hate yourself for it, but the feeling of being so full, the slow rhythm, the way both cocks insist on rubbing around your most sensitive spots, to everyone's amusement you cum, your cunt clenching around the cocks inside you until you drive the man in your pussy to his own climax.

You barely have time to breathe before you're being lifted by your hips so the man that just came inside you can get out. You feel your own juices mix with his cum as it slowly drips down your legs and onto the floor. You don't even struggle, you let them move you around like a doll, your eyes fixed on the floor, while you're forced to your knees again, your bare pussy and ass now up in the air as a familiar hand pushes your head into the puddle of the floor and instructs you to lick it clean.

The moment you open your mouth to weakly protest, the man at your back starts fucking your ass roughly, and before you can scream, your face is being rubbed against the floor. For a minute all you can feel is your ass being ruined, your face wet from tears, cum and spit, you can barely breathe. The pain stops briefly, as you feel the cock pull out of your ass, a now familiar sensation running down your cunt and your thighs, but soon enough the next cock finds its way into your ass.

You want to scream, or cry, or fight back, but you don't. By the time the third cock starts switching back and forth between your ass and your pussy, you find yourself pushing your tongue flat against the disgusting bathroom floor, eventually even fighting against the pressure holding your head in place so you can properly clean up. For a moment you feel someone grab your hand and then let go. A couple laughs right after that. But you don't really care any more. You want this to be over, there's little else in your brain other than the way everything hurts, and how good it feels to just give up.

Eventually, you assume everyone has had their turn with you. Even though no one is holding you down, you don't dare move, you don't really want to. You feel disgusting, covered in grime, cum, spit and sweat. You hear voices around you, but you're too far gone to actually understand what they're saying. At some point, you realize you're alone in the bathroom, so you get up as best you can, you pull your dress down, try to dry off the mess between your thighs, and stumble towards the sink to wash your face and try to make your hair look like you weren't just raped in a fucking bathroom. You don't do a great job. You thank God it's still dark outside when you start walking home without even saying goodbye to your friends. You're not even worried about walking alone at night, fuck, what's the worst that could happen at this point?

You don't register much, you get home, you shower, you go to work and pretend nothing happened, nothing is different now. Your friends have blown up your phone when you finally decide to check. You reassure them, you just drank too much, you were going to be late for work, you forgot to text them, you're so sorry. And then you see it. A conversation you don't remember ever having, with a number you know you didn't save.

A.

A picture of you, your head being pushed into the floor by a boot, your dress a bunched up mess around your waist, leaving your bare ass up in the air, red and full of handprints, while a man whose face you don't recognize is fucking your ass.

Thanks for a lovely date. I must say, I didn’t think you’d do so well but you really did go above and beyond to make sure that we all had a great time. I hope that we can meet again soon. xoxo A.

You make it to the shower before you break down crying. You don't even answer, you just feel the wave of shame and humiliation finally hit you. You try to wash it off, but it doesn't go away. You consider deleting the message, but it was your fault, you brought that to yourself, you keep it around as a punishment, absolutely not because you've been masturbating to that photo almost every night since, fucking yourself wanting to feel as full, as consumed as you did in that bathroom, cumming to the feeling of giving up and just letting those men use you and your body like you were nothing but a set of holes.

It slowly consumes you, from the porn you look for, the way you dress, getting drunk and walking home alone, hoping someone is brave enough to do it, someone wants you that badly again. But it doesn't happen.

It doesn't take you long to step out of the car, you hoped you'd eventually regret it, that you'd realized how dangerous the game you were playing was, and you would snap out of it and go home, and live a normal, happy life. But you don't. You get out of the car in an almost empty car park, just in front of an old, dark building, you check the message from A. and confirm this is the right address just as you step through the front door and begin to hear the sounds of several male voices, all waiting for you.

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[kittenkinks]

Pub Crawl part 3

Here's the first part of this story and here's part two and part four.

I promise next part will be up in a couple days and it will, hopefully, be the last one of this series.

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The slap was harder this time, and you felt his nails dig into your scalp.

Are you dumb? I said open your mouth.

You were surrounded, there was no way out of this for you, so you look up to the man that's about to rape you, teary-eyed, makeup completely ruined by your sobbing, on your hands and knees, and you open your mouth.

There you go, very good.

You thought this would end quickly, but when the man in front of you puts three fingers into your mouth, which makes you tear up even more, and forces them inside until you start gagging around them, you realize they have every intention of playing with you for a while. You start feeling several hands grope your ass and pull your dress down around your waist, leaving you topless as drool falls from your mouth into your tits. A smack on your ass pushes you further into the fingers, and for a moment you fear you're going to be sick.

Thankfully, the man eases the fingers out of your throat, pressing them against your tongue, making more drool slide down your mouth into your now-exposed cleavage, before pulling them out completely, smearing your drool on your face and leaving you tearing up and gasping.

You whine as you feel your nipples being pinched, which the surrounding men apparently find adorable, as you feel the hands fondling your breasts pinch them again, way harder this time. You barely have time to react before you feel a hard slap land against your face again.

By the time you open your eyes, after the sting and the ringing in your eyes subside, you're met with a thick, veiny cock right in front of your face. You tell yourself that the drool currently dripping from your lips is only because of the treatment your mouth has been subjected to.

I think you know what to do, baby girl, don't you?

You're almost expecting another slap as he lowers a hand to your face, but this time it's soft as it cradles your face and helps as you hold your own hands to his thighs and lick the cock in front of you, from the base to the tip, trying to lube it up as much as possible before taking it into your mouth.

Oh, good girl. I knew you'd be such a good girl.

You feel a hand move through your hair, helping you keep your rhythm as you suck the cock in your mouth, it's thick enough that it stretches the corners of your mouth, and as you moved one hand to help you pump his cock into your mouth, you felt your other hand be grabbed and closed around another cock. You tried your best to keep rhythm with your hands and your mouth and felt almost thankful when the hand running through your head grabbed a stronger hold, and you could move the hand pumping the cock you were eagerly sucking and grab the dripping cock you could see out of the corner of your eye.

This time, when your nipples were pinched, you didn't whine so much as you moaned around the cock in your mouth, and sucked with ever more enthusiasm when your ass was spanked again. You tried so hard to convince yourself that you just wanted this to be over as soon as possible, but your drenched underwear and your juices dripping down your legs, it was beginning to be difficult to deny you were actually enjoying it.

You knew that you should have been terrified, but as you felt someone take off your ruined underwear, you felt relief, anticipation. You hadn't even noticed you had been rolling your hips, looking for any kind of friction, so you eagerly put your ass up to make it easier for the hands to reveal your soaking pussy, and you were looking directly into the eyes of the man raping your mouth as you moaned when you felt someone rubbing your wetness all over yourself.

Looks like the little rapedoll is enjoying herself, aren't you, baby?

You didn't really understand the question as two fingers slide easily into your aching cunt, making your mind go blank. You were enjoying it, yes, there was little point in denying what your body was so clearly showing. You knew, you had known for a long time, that this is what you wanted, what you were good for. What kind of woman wore red lacy panties and a short dress that barely covered your body to a "relaxed drink with friends"? Who would get so wet at the idea of being caught masturbating by the strange men that surrounded you? You were a slut, and had finally gotten what you wanted.

You kept sucking and jerking off the cocks in front of you, as your cunt was worked with two fingers, and your own juices were used to lube your ass and a finger was slowly worked in. You felt an orgasm slowly start to build and almost cried when you felt them leave your hole, clenching around nothing. But you still complied as your mouth was freed, and several hands helped you climb on top of the cock waiting to impale your pussy, as your hands and mouth were quickly put to use again.

Even wet and open as you are, it feels like being split open as you slowly lower yourself, until your hips are roughly grabbed and your cunt is filled completely. You gasp and the cock in your mouth pulls even deeper into your throat, as you feel yourself drifting deeper into subspace and obediently riding the cock in your pussy.

Look at you, raping yourself on a stranger's cock like a proper whore.

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