i spat it out at him and then cried the rest out. i want to string him up by his guts.

oh no, you'll truly be bitten! bend over, kitten.

when your husband always has one arm around you.

better yet, i'll walk you to it. i enjoy an impromptu show.

sits on 𝑻𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖🐉's lap. purposefully wiggles right on top.

the curse of having one's own business, he reckons. croons and kisses his cheek. want company?

now you're going to make me swoon. lend me a hand?

pats his hip. naturally. i have to mark what's mine.

sighs.

all i wanted was an eyeball.

// 🙄

sleepily blinking up at his husband, all curled up on the couch. oh? did his pretty kitty cat make a gift?

he's reaching up to gently brush fingertips against the flowers. pretty. bats lashes at dante. does he think he's the prettiest right now?

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧， 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝. 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

flutters and sits his tiny self on the big kitty's head.

everyone stops wanting to get their nyam sucked after a little accidental nibbling.

bats lashes. croons. don't worry, i won't bite (your) nyam.

grabbing onto the fur and giggling. he stays here now.

leans into the touch immediately and kisses his palm. good. only silly people get their nyams bitten off.

rubbing his face against the soft furry space in between the kitty's ears. flutters wings! don't throw him off!