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faux-ecrivain · 6 months

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Yan neko

(Second Official Post)

(This yandere is slow developing, so it won’t seem particularly yanderish.)

Yan neko who approached you in his cute little cat form, meowing for you attention (but in reality all he wants is your food)

Yan neko who happily makes himself at home, ignoring you when you shoo him off the furniture or tell him to stop eating your food.

Yan neko that enjoys the soft pets you give him (even if he bites you when you pet him for too long). He enjoys the love you give him, the cuddles (no matter how reluctant you are to give them), the kisses too…(Although he hates it when your kisses muss his fur!)

You place a gentle kiss on the forehead of your cute cat and your hand gently running through his soft colorful fur. He purrs loudly as you continue to grace him with excessive amounts of affection, he knows that despite your indifferent exterior you love him. (His delusional mind may be conjuring up a different sort of love, the type that taunts him with the thought of revealing who he truly is)

You don’t know when this cat managed to worm its way into your heart, but you can’t say you hate it.

Although, this joy and contentment is destroyed when he reveals himself. He expected you to greet him with the same amount of love you graces his cat form with, but clearly he was wrong.

You’re panicking, you’ve been living with a person this whole time?? Others might not view it as a big deal, but you do, you feel betrayed and angry.

There’s been a person masquerading as your pet cat this whole time?? A person that’s been eating your food, sleeping in your bed (albeit in cat form, but who’s to say he didn’t turn into his human form at night?), probably stealing your clothes too! (He was totally stealing your clothes, he hid them in a floor board where he’s hidden everything else he’s stolen from you)

Yan neko is flabbergast by your behavior, why are you screaming? Why are you angry? He didn’t do anything to you! Sure he might have stole a few intimate items of clothes, but he returned them and he’s been pitching in around the house! (He’s been doing the dishes, even the laundry and it’s very difficult to get stains out of the clothes you own!)

Yan neko tries to calm you down, insisting that he’s still the same old cuddly cat that you’ve been doting on. (Despite the glaring differences, after all cats don’t speak English, and they definitely don’t have hands)

Yan neko who gets tired of your shouts and decides to shush you up (he just covers your mouth, although that backfired and you bite him). Eventually you do calm down, now yan neko is your roommate and he has to go get a job.

Yan neko is appalled by your request (what do you mean I have to get a job? So what if I’ve been living here rent free and eating all your food! I’m a cute cat boy! Don’t you want to take care of me?)

Yan neko who begrudgingly gets a job, although he struggles with hiding his tail and cat ears. But he’ll do anything if it means staying in this warm house of yours and having endless supplies of food! (Although he’s rather upset that he has to stop sharing a room with you)

Yan neko who becomes fiercely territorial the moment he sees you invite someone over to your house. He growls (do cats growl?), he hissed and snarls. His anger only tempered when you spray him with water, then he’s banished to the guest room.

Yan neko grumbles, already plotting the demise of your guest.

He scratches his nails against the wall and tries to listen in on the conversation you two are having. He can only hear murmurs and then he’s distracted by the sound of you laughing. His hearts flutters and he laments, wondering why you never laugh when he’s around. He sighs and then he hears your guest laugh, and his mood sours.

He snarls, (how dare that stranger flirt with you! Yan believes that he’s the only for you..), then slams a fist against the door. It startled your guest and you excuses yourself to go scold your neko roommate.

Although he hates being scolded (your lectures take way too long), he can’t help but reveal in your attention. (Of course he does, He’s a cat). He reluctantly agrees to quiet down (you threatened to take away his catnip), only after you promise to let him cuddle you tonight.

Of course this doesn’t stop him from sneaking out after your guest left, stalking your guest and then promptly eliminating them from the world. (It’s a mess to clean up, but he’s persistent, and soon enough the entire area is sparkling clean. Then he has to find a way to clean himself off, maybe this wasn’t the best idea?)

He does his best to distract you from his sudden and unexplained disappearance (boy, you sure are persistent! You must be really worried about him…) it takes hours, but you’re eventually placated and you get ready for bed. Although, that calmness is destroyed by tomorrow morning, as the news comes on and reveals the unfortunate death of your guest from last night. (Your guest was named Gene Robinson, their parents are absolutely devastated to hear of Gene’s passing.)

Yan neko instantly becomes on edge when you start to question his excuses, you start to point out flaws in his logic, you start to doubt him. (don’t do that, he doesn’t want to loose house privileges!)

Yan neko tells you That Gene was a threat, that he was only doing what was necessary to keep the two of them safe!

Yan neko panics when you don’t believe him (calling him a criminal and threatening to call the police) and decides to take action (he knocks you out), he wants to keep you safe, but he can’t lock you up here (people will notice your absence). He doesn’t know what to do, for now he’ll just get you comfortable in bed, and when you wake up he’ll try to explain the situation to you.

(Phew, this took some time, but this isn’t exactly my best work. Still, enjoy the post and feel free to comment! I’m having trouble with coloring the font, so I apologize if certain parts of this post aren’t highlighted or italicized.)

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citruslullabies · 28 days

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Could you do moments of Catnap acting like a cat now? Please?

Can do since they're super quick and easy!!

I have a feeling this is gonna be your guys' new favorite thing

Like Dogday, Catnap can make animal noises!

And more than just purring

Hes one of those cats with a cutie patootie face and a demonic meow

The feline was just laying around all day, dealing with glares from Dogday and Cubby trying to attack him. They just didn't understand why you let him inside, but he wasn't hurting anything; actually he wasn't very active when you weren't around.

But as soon as he heard that door click open, his ears shot up and he quickly stretched. Not wanting to seem like an overly clingy cat, he didn't act how he wanted to and just sat up. A Cheshire cat smile still makes its way to his face when you walk inside and rub between his ears though, watching as you walk into the living room and set your stuff down. He got up in all his tallness and made his way over to you; but the mini's and Dogday beat him to it. The purple cats ears fell and a low growl released from his throat, but he would be alright.

However when you continuously gave the four every ounce of your attention, not saving even a drop for him; he got annoyed and let out a loud obnoxious mrow. It would've sounded a lot better if his voice box wasn't absolute garbage from being damaged, but it obviously caught your attention and you immediately started to give him attention. "Awh, sorry kitty." You said softly, he purred loudly in your touch and looked at the others with a smug expression.

He knocks things over

Sometimes on accident, sometimes on purpose

More than likely on purpose

The room was still and quiet in every corner, with the noise box playing and your eyes focused on the imagery it would show. Completely off into your own world before being startled when you heard glass shattering, looking over to the kitchen and narrowing your eyes. "What was that!?" You called out.

Guilty as can be, Catnap quickly tried to speak up despite how croaky his throat can be. "Nothing!" He cooed, trying to hide the fact that he was on the counter when he wasn't supposed to be. He stared at the broken glass below him, tail swaying as Peanuts came over with his eye filled with curiosity as he sniffed it. You however came to the rescue and gently shooed him away, spraying Catnap before sweeping up the glass. Catnap left with a hiss and escaped into the living room, ears flat as he was pouty for getting in trouble.

However... His eyes quickly caught sight of the TV that constantly took up your attention, and a mischievous look came across his face as he wiggled his tail and knocked it over. A loud crash echoed through the house with a certain kitty being proud of himself. "CATNAP!"

He has a really rough tongue

And since he absolutely adores you, likes to lick your face

Poor you

Getting ready for bed used to be easy, until you had various critters in your home at all times. You just wanted one night to yourself and thought that you had them all kicked out, but Catnap revealed himself from the shadows and quickly loafed on top of you before you could shoo him away. "Catnap." You said with a frown, but he purred away.

The loud rumbling of the purr being all you could hear as you stared off into space unamused, before feeling a very rough tongue try to lick your nose and in turn licking your entire face. It felt like someone took slightly damp sand paper to your face making you hiss and try to push Catnap's big head away, but he refused to stop and continued to nuzzle into you and lick your face.

Eventually he had enough and rolled off of you, walking over to the door all prissy like and exiting. He left you with a forcefully red and sore face and you covered in his scent; which none of the other critters would be happy about. With the door left open, you could hear Biscuits hissing at Catnap before sadly glaring at you like you betrayed him. Cats.

Thanks for requesting!

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cyripticchronicler · 4 months

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Moonlit Redemption - Sirius Black

You and Sirius are not supposed to like each other, it's against your instincts, so why does your heart flutter whenever he's around?

A/N My longest fic yet! It was supposed to be James X Reader, but it made more sense with Sirius.

Warnings: Kissing

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The Forbidden Forest was alive in the dark hours of the night. The moonlight reflected off the branches, shrouding you in tapestries of shadow and light. The forest was silent, a light breeze cooling you down as you climbed trees and chased bugs.

Nights like these were your favourite, where you had no worries, no pestering school boys to bother you. It was just you and nature.

Being an Animagus was thrilling. Sure, the process of getting registered was long, and you’d rather be something other than a white ragdoll cat, but roaming around Hogwarts grounds with no one to question you is a blessing in itself.

You were out for your nightly walk, choosing to adventure into the Forbidden Forest instead of the usual walk you take around Hogwarts School.

Other cats roamed the school and, as if sensing you weren't a full cat, they’d attempt to fight you. So after a particularly horrid day, you decided to adventure somewhere else so you don't have to deal with the attempted catfights.

You’ve only spent half an hour here, but you know you’ll be coming back. The cool wind surrounded you as you lay down, back against a tree, rough tree bark grounding you. You stretch your legs out, a quiet meow leaving your mouth.

It was so lonely and comforting you could feel yourself falling asleep, eyes fluttering shut- “Prongs!”

Your head snaps up, a hiss leaving your mouth at the interruption. Thankful for the ability to see in the dark, you turn your head to look for the intruder. But no one was there, if it wasn't for the sound of tree branches snapping in the distance, you would have thought you imagined it.

“Padfoot?” Another voice shouts out, much closer than you liked. “You lost? C’mon, lose your dog senses to find me.” The stranger laughs.

Slowly, you round the tree, eyes widening at the sight in front of you.

James Potter stands a few feet away, leaning against a tree lazily like he’s bored. He’s kicking the leaves around him, humming a random song as if he’s waiting for something.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Sirius Black comes into view, clothes ripped and a bright smile on his face.

“Found you-” He cuts himself off with a growl, head whipping around to stare at you. You hide behind the tree with a powerful hiss causing Sirius to growl louder.

It was dog instinct to growl at a cat but you still got offended. How dare he growl at me.

You know who he is, after seeing him transform once near the Whomping Willow. You’re just not sure if he knows who you are.

James laughs, strutting towards you as you try to hide further behind the tree. His hands reach out to grab you and you attempt to run away but he’s faster, holding you against his chest as he walks towards Sirius.

He lifts you so you’re face to face with Sirius and you hiss, claws out as you try to scratch at anything you can get your hands on.

“Can’t handle a cat? Look how cute she is.” James pouts. You growl, turning around to scratch at his face, meowing in triumph as he lets you go with a curse.

You don’t waste a second in running off, ready to fall asleep in your comforting bed.

“That one’s different. I just don't know how.” You hear Sirius mutter as you leave.

—

You wake up with a start, hair in a tangled mess above your head. Rubbing your sleep-infused eyes, you start to get ready for school. Making quick work so you don’t miss breakfast. You join your friends at the Gryffindor table, sitting just a few people away from the people you’ve been trying to avoid.

James is laughing loudly at something Sirius said while Remus reads, lips pursed as if trying not to laugh. You smile lightly in amusement before turning back to your food.

Too enraptured in the story Lily is retelling, you don’t notice the curious look Sirius sends you. You’ve never talked before, he knows that, but then why does he get the sense that he knows you?

—

You’ve stuck to roaming around Hogwarts Castle instead of the Forbidden Forest in hopes of avoiding another run-in with James and Sirius.

But now your run-ins have been with cats. Mean ones. No matter how hard you try to get them to like you, they still hiss whenever you’re around.

This is what brings you to the library on a Saturday morning, roaming the shelves in hopes of finding a book about how to get cats to like you.

It's stupid I mean you’re Animagus form is a cat, you should know how to get cats to like you already. But the books have some tips you could use. Maybe you could catch a random rat and gift it as a peace offering.

Determined, you slam the book shut, planning to take it back to your room for more tips. Too busy in your planning to notice the people standing a few feet away, you abruptly halt right in front of Sirius Black, James behind him with Remus.

Sirius growls and you scowl back, trying to ignore the butterflies swirling in your stomach.

James cuts in with an awkward laugh. “Sorry about him. He usually doesn't go around… growling at people.”

“You,” Sirius scowls causing Remus to put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Me?” You play dumb, shifting on your feet nervously. Only a few people know about your other form, including Ms McGonagall and Lily and you’d prefer to keep it that way.

“You were in the forest, except you were smaller and had more hair,” Sirius states, over his shoulder you can see James’ eyes widen in realisation and silently curse.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-” “Having trouble making friends?” It’s James who speaks now, gesturing to the book in your hand. You move How to Get Cats to Like You behind your back.

“I have to go. Have a nice day.” You smile awkwardly, pushing past James in hopes of getting away as fast as possible.

But Sirius has other plans, gripping your wrist tightly but not enough to hurt you.

“Sirius,” Remus warns.

“You alright, Padfoot?” You smile mockingly.

He ignores you, “You’re in my potions class.” Your shields lower slightly at his civil tone, shoulders relaxing.

“Yeah, why?” He ignores you again causing you to roll your eyes. “I didn’t know there were Animagus at this school.”

“You mean besides you two?” At his shocked look, you continue, “You might want to check your surroundings before you transform.”

James buts in, pushing Sirius behind him, “You should hang out with us sometime. You’re friends with Lily, right?”

You laugh slightly, “I am. I would hang out with you but I don't think your friend would like that.” James goes to open his mouth but Sirius cuts him off, “I wouldn't mind. As long as you leave me alone.” You scoff.

“If I ever see you again, I might say hi, but I’m not putting in a good word to Lily for you James. I have to go, see you later Remus.” “Bye, Raggy.” You playfully scoff at the nickname, walking away hurriedly.

“You know her?” Sirius asks Remus questionably.

He nods. “Yeah. She saw me transform back like months ago. We’re good friends, actually.”

James and Sirius stare at him in shock, “And you never told us?”

He shrugs, searching the bookshelves. “You never asked.”

—

You let out a startled laugh at the sight in front of you. You decided to adventure to the Whomping Willow tonight, befriending the Castles cats still not successful. You’ve seemed to arrive right on time.

Sirius and James, both in their Animagus forms, seem to be playfighting. The black dog a whirl of darkness as he rounds the Stag, tongue out, tailing wagging. The stag seems to be getting dizzy, turning on wobbly feet as he tries to track the dogs' movements.

On impulse, you creep closer, crouching so they can't see you. You track the dogs' movements, trying to get the timing right.

With no hesitation, you jump, meowing in delight when you land at the right time, small arms wrapped securely around Sirius’ fluffy neck.

He stops abruptly, causing you to go flying forward. You hit the ground with a screech, turning back into your human form as you attempt to control your laughs.

From the corner of your eye you can see Sirius and James transform back too, the latter doubled over with laughter.

“That wasn’t funny.” He scowls, lips pursed to try to hide his laughter.

“You’re face and the way she screeched,” James wheezes from behind you, still dying of laughter.

A laugh finally breaks out of Sirius and you grin in triumph. Noting you’re still on the floor, Sirius offers you his hand and you take it gratefully.

You keep holding his hand for a second longer than necessary.

“Where’s Remus?” You question, looking around for a glimpse of him.

“Prefect duties,” Sirius mutters eyebrows furrowed as he watches you look for Remus. Your shoulders slump in disappointment at the thought of not seeing your friend. You wanted to talk about the latest book you read.

“You don't like him, do you?” Sirius asks you, eyes still on your face.

“In a friendly way, yes. Why? You jealous?” You tease, eyes widening when he hesitates. Your heart thumps at the thought of him being jealous.

“Ew, no. I don’t like cats.” The words are venom on his tongue, your heart squeezes harshly in your chest.

“Well, I don't like smelly dogs.” You snark, crossing your arms as you face him properly. He copies you, scowl on his face.

He opens his mouth to retaliate- “Can you guys fuck already.”

Cheeks red, you whip around to face James who’s recovered from his laugh attack. Ignoring the glare on Sirius and your faces, he continues, “Look, I love the enemies-to-lovers trope but come on. You guys are both free on Saturday, how about you go to Hogsmeade together?”

“Why would I willingly do that?” You ask.

“Because I’ll give you money.”

You shrug, “Okay.” Looking at Sirius, you send him a pointed look.

He stares at you intensely, eyes roaming over your face. “...Fine.”

James grins in triumph, “Yay!”

—

“Do you want butterbeer?” Sirius asks, tone dry as he stands a few feet away like if he gets too close, he’d die.

You shuffle closer just to annoy him. “Yes, please.”

Surprisingly, you’ve been having fun. Or you have, at least. You’ve been to a few stores already, and you’ve bought something from every one. Your bag on your shoulder is stuffed with various candies and a new blanket for when it gets cold in your dorm. Sirius hasn't got anything, choosing to blankly stare at the items instead.

“Tell me a secret,” You grin as you slide into a booth at the Three Broomsticks.

“Why would I do that?” Sirius asks from the other side of the table.

You ignore him. “You know I’ve noticed you’re only grumpy with me. No one else.”

His eyes soften ever so slightly, “You’re a cat.”

“You pet the cats around Hogwarts all the time,” You state, taking a sip of your butterbeer.

He looks offended at your accusation, “I have not.”

You nod your head confidently, “Yes you have. My new cat friends told me.”

That's right, your new cat friends. Turns out all you needed was a rat to be included in the clique.

Sirius lets out a breathless laugh, “Glad to see that book worked.”

You grin, smile fading as you think. “No, seriously, why do you hate me?”

As much as you try to deny it, you like him, and it hurts that he despises you so much.

He sighs, “I don't hate you.”

“Yes, you do-” “I can’t get you out of my head, I’m always thinking about you. I’m hoping that once I push you away, you’ll stay out of my head.”

You smile sadly, “Is it that bad?”

“Yes.”

You attempt to laugh it off, “I can’t be that bad.”

“You are.”

Oh. “I just realized the time, I should go. I’ve got potions homework I need to do.” You stand up abruptly, rushing out of the building like it was on fire. If you stayed a second later, you would have heard Sirius pleading for you to wait.

—

“You should talk to him,” Remus states. You’re sitting in the library together, doing homework for various classes.

“What?” You feign confusion even though you know what he’s talking about.

He sends you a knowing look, “He didn't mean it. He feels horrible.”

You groan, “He insulted me while also confessing he liked me. How do I respond to that?”

“You’re the one who’s read all those muggle books. What was it? Pride and Prejudice. Just do what Elizabeth did.”

“Brutally turn him down?”

He cringes, “Maybe not. Sirius has always had a hard time talking about his feelings. You just need to hear him out.”

“He hasn't even apologised!”

“Because you’re avoiding him!”

You sigh stubbornly. “Fine. I’ll find him later.”

It was now later, and you regret your promise that you’d find Sirius. You know where he is, you can hear him where you sit a few feet away. He’s sitting near the Whomping Willow, bored eyes watching the birds fly by.

“Hi.” You mutter, sitting next to him. His eyes snap up to meet yours, sad eyes meeting your bright ones.

“I am so sorry. What I said that day was stupid. I only want you out of my head because it hurts whenever I remember that you’re not mine. I’m not used to having friends or being in a relationship, but I want to be in a relationship with you. Please. I promise to work through my problems and treat you right, treat you how you deserve.”

“You hurt me.” You mutter, staring into the distance to avoid the pain in his eyes. He sits up straighter, “I know, and I’m so sorry.”

Letting out a quiet sigh, you turn to face him. “You get one chance, Sirius.”

He sighs in relief, “Thank you, you won't regret it, I promise-” Cutting him off, you place a quick kiss on his lips, relishing in the warmth. “You play your cards right and you’ll get more of those.” He laughs, rubbing his nose in the crook of your neck. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

You smile, kissing his head lightly.

You watch the sunset together before heading back to his room so he can show you how much of a good boy he can be.

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 10 months

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My Neighbor's Cat

Franz

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Warning: sassy cat, fluff

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Spencer came home late. The case was long and tiring, taking a lot of his energy and patience. He nearly fell asleep in the escalator on his ride up to his level. The slight jolt woke him up. He dragged himself to his door with heavy legs. His key is ready in his hand.

He couldn’t remember exactly how he opened the door or how he got to his sofa. The only thing he knew was he lay on the couch for 19 minutes and five seconds when he heard a light tap at his window. Spencer didn’t think too much. Sometimes birds get lost and peck at his window. But when he heard a stronger tapping followed by a pitiful meow he sat up and walked over to his window.

A tabby cat sat there meowing at him. He was wet from his ears to his paws. Spencer speed walked over to his kitchen to retrieve a kitchen towel before opening the window. First, the cat started to ready itself to jump into his living room but stopped short as he saw the towel in Spencer’s hand.

The cat looked up at him with a look of ‘I dare you to touch me’. Spencer only huffed. He saw the poor thing’s body shake violently and grabbed it. The animal protested vehemently. Spencer tried to calm it down but had no luck, “Stop thrashing. You are wet all over.” The cat hissed and screamed for his dear life. Spencer was scared someone would call the police or any animal rescue organization and arrest him for animal cruelty.

With a final hiss, he let the cat go. It strode away from him with his head held high like he owns the place. As if sensing it is being watched, the cat turns around. Spencer was perplexed by the sheer personality the cat radiated from itself. It looked away from him and walked to his office desk. Spencer just saw as the cat looked at him, mischief in its eyes, and hopped onto it.

While finding the right space the cat knocked down a lot of his book piles. “No, no! Not there! Come on!” The cat ignored Spencer as it lay in the middle of his desk. Right on some papers for his current case. He wanted to take the cat in his arms and put them in another space but the cat wouldn’t pudge. He merely growled at him in protest.

Spencer sighed deeply. He gave up and turned to the notebook on his coffee table. He took it and sat down on his couch. He began to scribble down some leads and theories into the little black book. The cat snored loudly at his desk which earned it the attention of the genius.

Spencer closed his book and stood up stretching his limps. He walked over to his desk phishing his phone out of his satchel. He angled it so the cat was recognizable. He made sure the photo was okay before leaving out of his door. He made sure he had his keys before making his rounds.

His first stop was the next-door neighbour he never had met. They moved into the apartment a while ago, he couldn’t remember when. But one day he heard music blasting through their shared wall. He liked it. The drums stimulated his overthought brain. He waited for a few minutes before going to the next.

Door after door opened but no one seemed to claim ownership of the cat. He nearly wanted to give up when the door of the elevator opened with a ding and you stumbled out. You didn’t see the lanky man at the end of the floor standing by your door. You fished out your keys and came to a stop right in front of him. You looked up and saw him watching you. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Spencer didn’t know what to do. He felt heat rushing onto his cheeks. Before he could do anything you had a look at his phone. You were curious as to why such a young man had such an old phone model. You saw your cat on it. Your eyes were wide. “Franz!”, you exclaimed. Spencer was thrown out of his trance. He looked at you before looking at his phone again. He cleared his throat before asking shyly, “Is this yours?” You nodded eagerly. “Yes, he is mine. This is Franz.”

Spencer was intrigued. “Franz?” You giggled softly, “Yes, after Franz Kafka. I like what and how he writes.” Spencer couldn’t stop the spreading of a smile on his face. “Well, Franz is sleeping at my desk on top of my work I really need to go over. Could you maybe get him?” You had to laugh. “Yes. Sorry about him. I think he can sense when someone has to work but needs a break. He does that a lot to me too.”

Spencer giggled as he turned his key to open the front door. He let you in before closing the door softly. “Right over there.” He pointed at where his desk was. As you walked closer you could see your cat’s sleeping form. Before you took Franz into your arms you wrote down your name and number.

Franz protested but was immediately soothed by scratches behind his ears. You turned to Spencer and nodded at the Post-it with your information. “Just in case he bothers you again.” Spencer grinned brightly, “Franz could never!” You gave him a look.

The next day at work there was a sudden call on your private phone. It was strange at this hour of the day; your friends knew when you had broken and if they needed you urgently they called on your work phone. You looked at the caller ID and everything became clear. “Hey, Y/N! It’s Spencer. He’s back! What kind of cat food does he like?”

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kurogane2512 · 1 month

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Okay, okay. Hear me out. Possessive catgirl!reader. I'm talking less of a house cat and more of a lion or tiger type beat. Claws and all. Ningguang finds it highly amusing in how Reader gets all huffy and jealous when Ningguang isn't paying attention to them/her. And very protective and possessive of our dear Tianquan if something ever happened to her.

I LOVE IT DAMN

NSFW AHEAD | Ningguang x catgirl!reader

Ofc Ningguang loves it when you are all cute and obedient, you sit near her legs as she works and let her pet you in between. It's comforting to her, the way you purr and snuggle into her. She loves petting you behind your ears, the way they twist and rest when she scratches just the right spots and you let out relaxed sounds.

Oh but when you are needy? She can't deny she loves that as much. Calls you "my feisty little kitten~", you don't hide anything with the way you act. You may not speak much but your little purrs and hisses, growls and meows amuse her to no end, her sadistic side wants to see it longer.

You get needy especially when she's in long meetings since she sends you out, she doesn't mind keeping you but other Qixing members find it invasive. You hate being away from her for so long, you curl up in your room and wait for her then eventually go to her office and sit outside the door, scratching the wood and glass while meowing for her.

She feels bad in these cases, she can't help it. No wonder you lunge at her as soon as she gets free, she rewards your patience with the best kisses and scratches. But you want more, and she knows that. She sits on the table and invites you between her legs to eat her out, oh the way you lap away at her cunt like a thirsty kitten (which you are), her sultry moans fill your ears and her hands petting your ears give you so much ecstasy.

Now, despite having you as her lover, she isn't resistant to proposals. Many people feel they'd be better for her, sending her all kinds of grand gestures and gifts. You make it a point to rip and tear every letter she receives, scratch away and ruin every gift no matter the price. You angrily growl at the bouquet of flowers that adorn her table every morning, already starting to shred them before she enters. Her office becomes a mess due to this, which is why she punishes you.

She lays you on her lap on your stomach and spanks your ass, calling you names like "bad kitty", "want mommy to punish you?~", "my feisty little kitten has been bad this morning hm?~". The sounds you make, your mewls and purrs.... delightful, she thinks. In such moments, she even tugs your tail and rubs it on the sensitive spots, making you wet and aroused almost instantly. Your face contracts and you squirm so adorably, she's so tempted to do it more~

#kuro's letters🥳#kuro's thoughts #genshin women #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #ningguang x reader #ningguang x you #ningguang

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live-laugh-lenney · 3 months

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Hehehehe for George and Arthur what if their missus has a pet, and their pet never ever like them hahaha

oh my god, this makes me howl-

G E O R G E

it's a cat.

a fluffy, white ragdoll cat with the most beautiful eyes and the most softest fur and it's her life and soul.

when they first met and first got to know one another, it was a topic of conversation they never really dwelled upon and she figured it just wasn't something he needed to know until he was a frequent visitor to her home; it wasn't that it would confuse the cat but it was simply because she was a little timid around new people, would hide and shy herself away when she had guests over, and she wanted her to be sure of him.

"so, i have a cat. probably asleep on the back of my sofa so just be a bit quiet when you come in."

"a cat? this is brand new information."

and she could tell, as soon as the cat took one look at him, that she didn't take an instant liking to him. she hissed in his direction when he slowly walked towards her, swiped at him with her paw when he went to stroke her, growled at him when he tried to scratch her head.

"i suppose you're not really used to women denying your love, are you?"

"it's a cat."

he says it so defensively and it humours yn as to how he pretended how unhurt he was, on the outside, over her cat not liking him. on the inside, she could only imagine him panicking over it being somewhat of a deal breaker for her - if the cat says no, he's got to go.

all yn tells him is that she'll make herself known to him when she feels more comfortable around him.

"it won't happen straight away. but, the more you come over, the more she'll get to know you," she says and george just frowns at her, every single time she reminds him, "trust me. it's a slow process."

she was the cutest ragdoll cat he'd ever seen and he was drawn to her as soon as he walked through yn's front door, wanting to give the cat a stroke over her fur or just a few pets and scratches between her ears every time he saw her... except, she just wouldn't allow it.

scratch after scratch, bite after bite, growl after growl. and yn always felt bad when he asked for a piece of tissue or a plaster because the cat had scratched at his arm and caused a cut to form on his skin.

it's a long process.

almost half a year.

there's moments where it looks like she's getting more comfortable around him. she'll sit a little closer to him, having started in a whole different room when he first started coming over, and she'll walk passed him without hissing. she'll allow a little head scratch before she gets up and walks away, to find another place to curl up into a ball, and she won't swipe at him now that he's a bit more frequent in the flat.

and it stuns yn, one day, when she comes home from work and sees her cat loafing on george's chest as he lays on her sofa.

"please don't do anything loud," he whispers at her, shaking his head softly, as the cat purrs in pleasure from the scratches he's giving behind her ears, "she's been sat on me for about an hour now."

"i'm simply amazed," yn says, carefully placing her keys down on the side and there's a moment, where her cat's eyes widen and her purrs stop and george thinks the moment has been ruined, until she slowly closes her eyes again and gets a little more comfortable, "how did this happen?"

"i don't know. i let myself in and she just, she just came and sat on me."

and from that moment on, her go-to place is george. whether it be his chest or his lap or simply just beside him. she follows him when he goes into the kitchen, she meows for his attention, she always tries to take food from his plate and he just can't ever be mad at her... not after their progress.

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A R T H U R

it's a dog.

a miniature, longhaired, dapple-coloured dachshund that she adores.

arthur hears him before he sees him; when he knocks on her door to announce his arrival, there's non-stop yapping from her puppy that he felt a little bad to have caused. unsure of what he was about to be hit with when the door opens. he knows she owns a pet - she's been no stranger to posting about him online and he was an avid follower of hers online and always reacted to her instagram stories when she posted herself and her pup on a walk through london's parks.

he's expecting an ankle biter. snuffling his face into the side of his trainers, scratching at the legs of his cargo trousers, softly yapping up at him for attention, sniffing around him to get a scent of him.

except, arthur is met with something ironic; her dachshund trying to stand guard, acting tough and standing in between herself and him, growling whenever he tried to step around him and make his way to yn as she watches the scene unfold before her.

"he's just not used to you yet."

"well, you best get used to me. i'm going to be here a lot more often," and he speaks down to the dog as he crouches down to it's level and lets him take a look at him, reaching forward to scratch his head in between his ears... except her puppy scuffles away and hides behind her legs, "so much for looking tough, big guy."

most of the time, her puppy will either sleep in his bed or entertain himself with the many toys he has on her living room floor. he'll shake them, bite them, wrestle with them, kick them around... and yn, so often, would chuck them for him to show off to arthur how agile and excitable he gets when someone plays with him - but when arthur gets the chance to throw him a toy, to try and play with him, he just ignores the attempt and scurries on over to yn's feet where he sits and waits for her to throw something so he can play fetch with her.

and it's quite comical.

arthur looks dejected. unhappy. sad, almost.

"do i give off bad energy or something?"

"he's only just met you. give it time."

"but-"

"next time i take him on a walk, you can come with me. you can walk him, if you want?"

and he tries to.

he's dressed for the cold weather; hat over his head, layers of clothes on his body, trainers on his feet, gloves on his hands. and he has hold of the lead... except yn's puppy barely moves. he tugs on the lead to try and get him to walk but he stays put. and people who are passing find it amusing. they laugh, they joke, and arthur can't help but laugh nervously.

"help me."

yn takes over and he just feels so frustrated.

and he knows he shouldn't because... well... it's a dog.

but all it takes is for him to buy him a new toy for his 'birthday' and give him a couple of intensely flavoured treats (and sneak some food from his plate and into his bowl) and they slowly form a special bond that yn loves to watch. to the point where he whines at the door once arthur leaves to go home, to the point where he's excited to see him at the door, to the point where arthur can take him out on his own and he behaves like an angel. xx

#can't quite figure out whether i like arthur with a cat lover or a dog lover...#my selfish heart wants to say cat lover because i've got three cats... ahaha #arthurtv headcannons #arthurtv #george clarkey headcannons #george clarkey #arthurtv imagines #george clarkey imagines

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dantent · 5 months

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𝑴𝒆𝒐𝒘𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 [𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕] 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟐

A/N: Alright since you guys like the first part so much here's a part 2 but this is fr the last one 😭

Part 1

Raphael was clean but at what cost. His darling fur was drenched in water, all because of Tav. Speaking of which, they were currently lying on a bed furthest away from Raphael. The hero had to patch themselves up from all the scratches he had given them. Well deserved. If they had listened to him, it wouldn’t have come to this. The only downside was that Tav didn’t pay attention to him, as a punishment. Raphael wanted to laugh at the idea that his little mouse wanted to punish him for rightfully defending himself. Were they turned into a cat as well, they would understand his situation.

He jumped off the bed he found most comfortable, coincidentally just the bed Tav had used before. With his silent little paws, he hurried to the only table in the room. On the desk he saw a lone potion standing just at the edge. Raphael looked over at Tav, a plan forming in his head. If Tav was unwilling to pay attention to him because “he was a rude cat”, then he had no other choice than to make them pay attention. The Devil lazily jumped on the table, walking to the edge. Apparently his maneuver made enough noise to wake Tav up. They slowly raised their head in his direction.

“Meowphael, no!” Tav jumped out of the bed. When they came closer, Raphael raised a paw and placed it just behind the potion, making continuous eye contact with the hero. Tav stopped in their track, slowly raising their hand. “No! No, bad Meowphael!”

Raphael tilted his head to the right, giving them an innocent look. Tav took it as a sign to step closer. He didn’t do anything, not yet at least. They released a breath before taking another step. Raphael hissed at them, making Tav stop once more. In a desperate attempt, they shook their head, urging him not to do it. Oh how he laughed at them. Such an easy way to get his little mouse’s attention. But why would he stop there? He slowly pushed the bottle closer to its demise. Tav didn’t think twice and lunged at him, but it was too late as he already shoved it off.

“No!'' They jumped to the floor to catch it but it shattered on the ground. Raphael meowed before jumping off and joining them on the floor. He found this situation hilarious, especially as Tav’s unamused face stared at him. “At this point I wouldn’t even be surprised if you were actually Raphael in disguise…”

What a wonderful thought. If only they weren’t an absolute idiot. A hiss came from Raphael before he strolled over to their backpack. He occasionally looked back waiting for the hero to follow him. They were so close to the truth if only they finally used their brain instead of keeping it as a giant abyss. Raphael waited, he even sat on the floor, as much as he absolutely despised doing so. Yet the hero just lied there, staring back at him. Raphael would’ve rolled his eyes if he could.

“What?” Tav asked, clearly not amused by his previous stunt. Raphael meowed and stood up, continuing his way to the bag. Once he got to it, he looked back at his little mouse. In his mind, Raphael tried to urge them forward. Now he wished he didn’t bet his entire future on an utter fool. “No, I won’t give you any more potions! Get away from my bag!”

Raphael growled before attacking the backpack. He could hear Tav’s hurried steps but he didn’t care. As much as he hated to admit it, Raphael genuinely missed being able to talk to someone. In his House of Hope, people were obliged to listen to his ramblings but now he couldn’t even make the hero of Baldur’s Gate understand him. He grew more frustrated by the minutes, wishing to strip himself from this curse. Raphael turned to them expectedly. They finally arrived, crossing their arms before glancing at the bag.

“Stop destroying my bag!” they scolded him. Did he have to do everything himself? Raphael meowed and slowly turned to the bag. “You want food? A potion? What?”

He hissed in anger before burying himself in the new opening he had made with his claws. The Devil grabbed the potion of animal speaking again and tried pulling it out. Before he could fully get it out of the bag however, Tav grabbed it from him to inspect the bottle. Raphael growled in return, raging at how he was treated.

“Potion of animal speaking?” they gasped. “You wanted to talk to me this whole time?”

Finally, he thought. At least his little mouse understood him in the end. If they helped him out, maybe he was willing to forget what he had gone through to get the result he wanted. Maybe. But more likely than not, Tav was going to face the consequences of making fun of him – Raphael. As he thought about the various ways Tav would pay for this mockery, they drank the potion.

“Took you long enough.” Raphael meowed. Tav’s eyes widening was a clear indication that they finally heard what he had to say. “Were you going to wait a moment longer I-”

He was interrupted by laughter. The hero laughed at him. Raphael growled ever so angrily, his animalistic instincts taking over, thus attacking Tav’s leg. But his little mouse had learned from their previous mistake and grabbed him before he could do any significant damage. They raised him in the air, smiling at him.

“I’m sorry I just…” Tav couldn’t finish their sentence because they were wheezing, straight into his face. He tried scratching them, but they made sure to keep him far away. “You’re a cat!”

“Astonishing observation.” he growled. “Now put me down or else!”

“Or else?” they could barely breathe by now. “What are you going to do? Meow my ear off?”

Raphael screamed at them in anger. How dare they. He was Raphael! This temporary setback was a pain in his ass, sure, but this travesty would be taken no more! He tried with all his might to at least scratch their skin, but their hands kept him firmly in the air.

“Gods, stop it!” they yelled at him in between a few laughs. “Seriously, this won’t help you…”

“Let me go this instant you impudent moron!” he tried kicking them with his legs.

Tav chuckled at the attempt. “First, you have to promise me not to destroy anything else. Bad kitties don’t get to enjoy their freedom.”

“Call me that again, worm and I’ll show you just how hot the flames of Avernus can burn!” He was furious at this point. Never had he been ridiculed to this extent in his life. Tav was going to face serious punishment once he transformed back. Raphael imagined how he would-

“Alright, alright, no need to get angry.” they sighed. “But, if you want my help, we have to come to an agreement…”

“The agreement will be that you get to keep your sorry little life as long as I am in this cursed form. But believe me, pet, your insults are going to have dire consequences.” Raphael grumbled.

“Promise me that you won't destroy my things.” Tav shook their head, clearly not taking his warnings seriously. Utter fool.

“You think you’re in any place to-”

“Who is held up in the air right now?” they raised an eyebrow.

“Fine. Laugh while you can little mouse, the cat’s claws are soon closing in around you.”

“Are you seriously doing this right now?” Tav placed him down and he stretched his aching limbs. Once he felt comfortable, he hissed at the hero. “Unbelievable. Will you at least tell me what happened to you?”

Raphael tilted his head for a moment, considering their request. “No.”

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #bg3 tav #bg3 one shot

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8-rae-rae-8 · 4 months

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What if like calico cat pet regressor soap and German shepherd pet regressor ghost, Soaps just trying to take a nap after accidentally pulling an all-nighter (and is frustrated by lack of sleep) but Ghost is way too full of energy and just wants to hangout and play with Soap (I just thought of this)

You get angst too

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To say he was annoyed was an understatement.

Ghost was being loud again after Soap had made it incredibly clear how tired he was.

Not sleeping the night before, then work, and now an energy filled Simon exhausted him to the bone. Even his head pounded. The bed called for him, but Simon wouldn't stop moving or trying to get Soap's attention.

He knew it wasn't his fault he was so high energy. With nothing to do all day, and being off on leave from what Ghost called a minor injury, he was practically bouncing off the walls with need to do something. Anything.

That meant Ghost was nuzzling up to Johnny, licking his cheeks or nudging him for attention. He'd only cease as he got affection. Head pats, praise, hugs. He didn't even stop when Soap tried to hiss or move back.

Johnny kept huffing, and moving away. Neither of them cared to get out of bed though. He pet Simon, kissed his head or gave him a small purr just to get him off his back. But Simon didn't give in. He didn't stop, the whines just got louder with complaint. Any other day, Soap would be happy to play, he just wanted to rest now.

He gave a loud, long meow as Ghost pawed at him. The most he got in return was a guilty look, and a small whimper. As much as he felt bad for it, Simon finally stopped. The pup curled up at Johnny's side, giving him the most pitiful look. Soap was sure there would be tears if Ghost wasn't still trying to inch closer.

And Soap hissed.

It wasn't Ghost's fault he needed the attention so bad, he knew Simon trusted him to get attention from. He'd been alone all day, it made sense. Johnny was just so damn tired. But they were both regressing, more and more as the other pushed back against any attempts to get away or cuddle closer.

It felt bad. The way Ghost squirmed back. If he had puppy ears, they'd be pinned back in distress. Simon gave a sad whimper, as he pressed his head against her shoulder simply. No pushing.

Johnny finally took a deep breath. His eyes felt sore just from having them open so long. Very slowly, he closed them.

And it was a false sense of security to think he could sleep. Ghost was immediately nuzzling back up again. Putting more pressure on him than necessary. Johnny's eyes shot open at that, biting back the urge to growl.

Teeth nipped gently at Soap's shirt. Not trying to pull it off, but trying to get him to play. But the slight nervousness, and fear glimmered in Simon's eyes. He wanted attention, still. Somehow he looked sorry and energetic at the same time. Those looks didn't often mix with Ghost.

Johnny pushed his head back, and then flipped over on his side, back to Simon.

The loudest whine came from Simon at that.

Soap closed his eyes and tried to rest. There was still movement behind him. The occasional nuzzle, or nip at his clothes.

But eventually, after god knows how long, Simon settled down and simply pressed back against Soap. He didn't pull, he didn't whine. But maybe that was from fear of upsetting Soap. The kind of pup that flinched at fast movements, or pinned his ears back at the sound of disappointment or anger. He was a good boy, Soap told him many times, but sometimes he couldn't help but be disruptive.

It was okay again, quiet and calm, Soap noted.

Finally, finally, his eyes could stay closed. Johnny relaxed. It all melted off of him for now. Simon was sturdy behind him, the pup's face tucked behind his neck. Soft and shallow breaths so close to his ear. It wasn't steady, but Soap knew Simon hardly ever was. He didn't think much of it.

Instead, he slept. As his body ached for him to do. Johnny let everything darken completely.

Ghost was quiet the next time he woke, and the morning after that.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #soapghost #ghostsoap #cod mwii #cod Agere #cod petre #petre #agere #fandom agere

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fernclans · 7 months

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MOON 07. (part 1) (tw; death, trauma, blood)

Starring: Dashpaw (BuddingClan), Flippaw (BuddingClan)

Though subtly, the weather had started to change; gone was the warm breeze which carried through the fields from the mountains, now replaced by a cooler chill which was sure to set in quickly. With little cover to hold in the warmth, the prairies grew frigid during the night and patrols were shifted from evening to crepuscular -- during times of sun rise or set.

Under the last light of the setting sun, two apprentices made their way through a yellowing field of grass in hopes of finding a shrew or two before the cold of nightfall set in. Dashpaw, though technical leader of the patrol, is fox-lengths behind Flippaw who had grown nearly impossible to control since growing quickly in size following her ceremony.

His mind must have been on something else, the half-white apprentice bumping into the other who had stalled to a complete halt.

“Do you smell that?” Her voice is quiet, and it's that quietness which made Dashpaw more on-edge than anything. He parts his muzzle, breathing in the nearby scents. Flippaw seems to be eyeing his expression closely, speaking when his pupils narrow into slivers. “It’s blo-”

“Wolf.” He meows breathlessly, the word chilling both of them to the bone.

“WOLF?” Flippaw hisses, perhaps a bit too loud. “Wolf?” She repeats herself, though quieter this time. “Are you sure?” Too young to remember much of life before the pack’s assault, the stench seemed to not be scarred into her nose like it was his.

“Wish I wasn’t.” Dashpaw’s eyes scan the darkening horizon, searching for further clues of their intruder's whereabouts. Unsatisfied with his results and uninterested in being flayed open a second time, he lowers his posture and begins to scurry through the tall grass. “C’mon, Flippaw, let's get out of here.” Turning to look around his shoulder, he’s disappointed but unsurprised when the younger feline isn’t behind him.

His fur is on end when he turns around again to search for the missing Flippaw. It doesn’t take long to find her, as it turns out that she was also looking for him.

“Dashpaw, I need you to follow me.” The spotted molly doesn’t wait for a confirmation before returning into the dense grass, Dashpaw left with no choice but to follow before Flippaw’s tail disappeared completely.

Keeping an ear out for the wolf, a familiar sound reaches him before the smell does and instantly Dashpaw understands the true urgency of the situation -- kittens. Flippaw slips around a small dip in the grass, revealing a litter of three small kittens, no older than a moon at most.

Dashpaw grimaces. “We need to get them back to camp, we can figure out what to do after that later.” He bends over, sniffing at the three bundles of fur -- there were two light brown kits and a blue kit, the latter of whom lets out a pathetic hiss when the apprentice tom’s face grew near.

The thudding of heavy paws catches their ears, and it felt as though his heart would beat out of his chest at any moment. Grabbing one of the brown kits in his jaws, he stops before picking the tomkit up fully, eyes focused on Flippaw, who remained still. “Did you hear what I said? We need to-”

“There’s no time for that, Dashpaw. If we take one kit each and run, the last one is left for dead.” Flippaw meows grimly in a fashion the tom had never witnessed from her before.

“Then what? We fight the wolf ourselves?” The pawsteps only grew louder while the two bickered and Dashpaw was unable to keep his tail from thwapping wildly behind him.

“I’m going to run a diversion while you get the kits. We both know I’m faster than you now- besides, there’s no one in BuddingClan who knows the territory like I’ve come to.” Her adventurous spirit was unable to keep the apprentice caged in camp for long, sometimes common for her clanmates to see her more often asleep than they did awake.

Another two thwaps of his tail, a growl building in his throat, Dashpaw finally admits defeat. There was no time to argue; it was either he agree to her plan, or risk all five of them diying here. She was right, as ironic as it made his name, he wasn’t the fastest cat in the clan -- not anymore. “Fine, but I better see you back in camp alive. Got it?”

Flippaw, in spite of her nerves, flashes him a confident smile. “Got it.” Taking a final look at her clanmate, the spotted she-cat disappears again for what they both hoped would not be the final time.

[ Cougarkit, Cowkit, and Pinekit have joined BuddingClan. ]

hiiii :33 leaving you on a cliffhanger again new! babies! they're 0 moons right now, but i'm headcanoning them as being closer to 4 weeks than 0 weeks since there's no nursing cats in buddingclan (4 weeks is early to wean, but possible)

#clangen #clan generator #warriors oc #warrior cats oc #buddingclan #buddingclangen #dashpaw #flippaw #cougarkit #cowkit #pinekit #moon 7

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angrelysimpping · 5 months

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December Prompts Day 9: Fuzzy Socks

GN! Reader (you/your); GN! Cat Bailey (they/them); animal au; we are here for denial of feeling and that is it

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“I’m back!”

The indignant meow is all you need to hear to know your pet cat is not thrilled with how late you are arriving home.

“Don’t worry, Kitty,” you say with a laugh, kicking off your shoes and shucking off your coat. “I wasn’t in any trouble.”

Another meow, this time louder and golden eyes blink out at you from under your bed.

“Yeah, yeah. Your dinner is a lil’ late. Cut me some slack will ya? Holidays are coming up and the shops were packed!”

The stray you’d adopted scrambles out from under the bed, black fur speckled with dust as they let out another scratchy, deafening meow.

“You’re so lucky Bailey’s gone and disappeared on us because there’s no way I could keep you otherwise. I don’t know what we’re gonna do when they come back.”

Gold eyes squint at you, almost evaluating your words if you didn’t know any better, before the cat turns, leaping gracefully onto your bed and settling into a perfect loaf on your pillow.

With a laugh, you drop onto the bed next to them, ready to drift on then and there before you jerk upright again.

“Fuck, wait.” Your cat lets out a low growl as you fumble for your coat, for the small package tucked into a pocket that you’d nearly forgotten. “Don’t sass me, I got you a gift.”

If they understand you, going silent and eyes narrowing, you don’t notice.

“Look! I got us matching socks! They even got wee toe beans on the bottom.”

Showing the soft, fuzzy socks to your cat, you’re not surprised when they hiss, jumping from their perch on your pillow to the floor, scrambling back under your bed.

“Aw, c’mon, Kitty, they’re cute! And it’s not like I’d force you to wear them or anything.”

The only response you get from under the bed is a low, growling meow. Rolling your eyes with an affectionate sigh, you drop the cat sized socks to the floor for their inspection later before dawning your pair.

Flopping back onto your bed, it’s not long before the bone deep exhaustion that haunts your ever waking moment consumes you, dragging you into a deep and dreamless sleep.

When you wake the next morning with your clothes twisted and barefoot, you just assume that you kicked the socks off in your sleep, that you’ll have to hunt them down later as you dash about your room getting ready for the day.

You have no way of knowing that you were only partially right. You’d kicked the socks off, but you’d never be able to find them again. That was, not unless you were willing to disturb the pseudo-nest your cat had built under your bed.

#gn reader #bailey the caretaker #cat bailey #animal au #degrees of lewdity

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 25 - Good Morning, Kitten || Shota Aizawa x f!reader

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Summary: There's always a way to make sleepy mornig better.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 495

Author: Cass

A/N: The prompt for today is: Morning Sex

You filled the cup with coffee while yawning loudly.

Mornings were the worst, especially on a school day and following a difficult night patrol.

You dreaded getting out of bed so early, but you had to keep an eye on your sleep-deprived husband to get him to leave the bed.

But he was finally there. His arms were wrapped around your waist, and he sighed exhaustively as he rested his head on your shoulder. "Here you are, kitten. I was concerned that you had abandoned me."

You smirked and moved your hand back to scratch the top of his head gently.

Shota purred quietly and hugged you even more tightly. As a result, you could feel his hard member pressing against your groin. This explained a lot, because you suspected him of leaving bed on his own.

"All right, all right," you made a remark and rolled your hips against him, eliciting a soft growl from him. "Perhaps someone needs his kitten?"

He cradled you in his arms and kissed you on the cheek. Kiss was slow and lazy, but it took your breath away easily.

Before you could say anything, Shota had picked you up and placed you on the nearest kitchen counter.

He stood between your legs only to kiss you again as he removed your shorts. His hand quickly moved to your pussy.

Shota smiled as you pulled away with a loud gasp, his finger playing with your clit. "Take a look at yourself, kitten. I only just touched you, and you're already wet. I'm curious what got you going in this direction."

You smacked his arm with a growl before letting out a quiet meow at his touch.

He teased you for a moment longer before moving his hand away to push his pants down, hissing and releasing his already hard cock. "My lovely kitten," he hummed, running his tip across your pussy lips before pushing into you and bottoming out.

You only uttered a quiet curse and drew him in for a deep kiss.

Shota's hips moved slowly at first but quickly picked up the pace, causing you to moan his name against his lips. "Fuck, Shota," you whimpered, slipping your hand into his tangled locks and gently pulling on them.

This caused him to growl loudly. He fucked you gently, allowing you to feel every move. Your lower belly tightened as you felt his member fill you up so nicely.

You weren't going to be long.

The same was true for him, especially since your soft, warm walls hugged him nicely and sucked his cock further in. Shota's moves became sloppy after a few more deep thrusts, and your walls tightened around him, milking him dry. Shota groaned against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist as tightly as he could. He muttered, "Good morning, kitten," before kissing your temple.

You couldn't help but laugh as you played with his hair. "Good morning to you as well, grumpy."

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My House: Identity Metaphor

My house stands in a somewhat isolated spot, close to nature. It’s not too short or tall, looks a bit wide, bulky and uneven in places. The walls are normally a very pale, off-white color, but nowadays they look a bit more tan. The roof tiles used to be really light/pale yellow, but are now more dirty. The windows are made of glass that’s tinted blue with hints of a grayish-yellowish green. The current frames are thick, black with some blue patterns, but they’ll get changed to thinner black and silver soon. /physical appearance/

There are 3 entrances to the house. The main one out front is for close friends and family and is almost always open. If it isn’t, there’s a sign out and those who would come through there know to knock gently and ask if it’s okay to come in or if I want to talk, if it’s like that. The side entrance is for extended family, other friends and acquaintances. This one’s usually locked and people need to knock to be let in. Sometimes the door will only open slightly or stay closed, and people will have to talk through it. /relationships/

The back door is for potential partners. It’s a bit of a tricky one, it can be anywhere from locked, to slightly open to open wide and anything in between or even disappear completely. It can sometimes open up suddenly or slam closed out of nowhere or swing back and forth. It’s mostly guys who are welcome to come through this door, tho occasionally it opens for girls folks outside the binary too. It also doesn’t automatically close after one person has come in. Those who come through are welcome to go anywhere, save from my bedroom or the bathroom while I’m bathing. /romantic orientation and sexuality/

My bedroom, as well as the kitchen, living room and bathroom are always there, but there are other rooms that come and go. Two of them are there most of the time: one that used to be really girly, but now has more of a mixed boyish/girly vibe and one that has a sort of eclectic vibe that’s neither really boyish or girly. Sometimes, these two disappear and others appear, usually one at a time. /main gender labels/

One’s a planetarium room full of projectors that show different segments of space. One’s decorated to make you feel like you’re underwater. One’s a small meditation room. One is full of various instruments. One is sky themed. One is black with glow in the dark stars and constellations and a single bright light in the middle. One is actually just an empty forest that goes on and on. One is filled with all sorts of magic and the last one can lead to various magical/mystical spots in nature. /Xenogenders/

Those who enter this house fall under my protection and I can feel my wings spread out to shield them from harm. Inside the house, I can feel all the energy flowing through me. I keep my collections in there and protect them fiercely. I can sit by the fireplace and watch the flames dance, immerse in the pool, feel the breeze dance around and caress the stone walls. I can feel my ears be more pointed and marvel at the forest plants growing out of the walls. Sometimes I can go through the walls or swirl in the pool feeling my tail. At night I can feel the energy of the Moon and stars seeping through the walls. Sometimes I get the urge to go to the kitchen and sink my teeth into something juicy and suck it dry. /Otherkin/

I’m not alone in my house, there’s cats and dogs who come and go. We can rub against each other, lay in the sun, play, roll, climb, scratch, dig, meow, hiss, purr, bark, growl. And in those moments, I can feel my teeth, my claws, my ears, my tail, just happily move around. /Therian/

There’s other animals too, who don’t come inside the house. The birds who fly above. I watch them through the windows and wish I could fly with them, but know it’s not my place. The horses running around or grazing peacefully. I sometimes go pet them or ride them if they let me, because that’s the closest I can get to running with them. The wolves who howl at night. I smile knowing they’re out there and doing well and in my thoughts I howl back to acknowledge I’m still there too. The woodland creatures who come and go: deer leaping, rabbits jumping, squirrels climbing, hedgehogs and foxes trotting about. I say hi, wave or make eye contact and we all acknowledge the other. The sea creatures I spot in the nearby waters. I watch them swim around and if I’m in the water I twirl and gently move the water around, to show that I mean no harm. /Otherhearted/

This is my house. It’s beautiful and warm and friendly, but it’s also hard being there sometimes. I feel like I have to hide most of it from others, even tho I love every bit of it so much. Maybe one day, I’ll be able to let others see it all.

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