i always wondered how animals process this or if they even care. like wow you grew up fast... oh... oh you're still uhh going... oh wow, STILL going huh? okay can you STOP
this character development shit sucks, if my character develops any further, i'm buying a motorcycle and going 300kph in a residential area until i either die or get enough brain damage to be happy again
Imagine, petting Sonar until he purrs. ft sonar's boob fixation. mdni.
"Sounds like you're enjoying yourself," you mumble into the fur between Victor's ears.
He's pressed up against you, tucked between your legs on his belly with his face resting directly on your chest. You're not certain how he's managing to breathe in this position, but it doesn't seem to be of concern to him. Where your bellies press together, he's half hard—warm and unbothered. Victor often is when you're like this and is perfectly happy to do nothing about it. Perhaps an occasional grind, little stutter of his hips, but otherwise still.
Content.
There's a soft rumbling coming from somewhere behind his sternum. Not so much an audible sound, more of a vibration that buzzes in your ribs and throat.
"If you tell anyone about this, you'll be filing for bankruptcy by next week."
The threat is undermined almost entirely when he nuzzles closer, rubbing his cheek to your breast and purring.
Cause that's definitely what it is.
The vibration ebbs and flows, growing stronger every time you work your nails under his fur and scratch lightly. His ears shake a bit, twitching happily when you rub at the base of them.
"You're pretty cute like this," you whisper, barely even mouthing the words and Victor's whole body shivers.
The arms wrapped around your waist squeeze tighter, and his tongue flicks out to steal a taste of salt off the soft skin of your tits—right over where your heart beats beneath the layers of bone and muscle. You wonder if he can hear it when he’s this close. The steady pulsing rhythm. Wonder if it’s comforting, if that plays some part in why the two of you always end up in this position. Victor never says it, but whenever he drums his fingers or bounces a restless leg, it’s always to the same familiar beat.
Distantly, the wind blows past the window and drowns most of what's mumbled into your skin. You're sure it's somewhat derogatory or maybe just boob related. You can never tell with Victor.
He doesn’t offer any kind of clarification and you don’t bother asking. The soft vibrations have your breath slowing, eyes growing heavy. You blink once, twice, and then just give up on keeping them open. Victor’s lazily mouthing at your chest, suckling softly and the muted pleasure of it is warm and sweet as a blanket fresh from the dryer.
A night on the couch will be hell on your back in the morning, but the willpower to move has been sucked from your bones. You dig your fingers in once more into the fur on either ear and give a final squeeze before drifting off, smiling lightly as the body above you squirms in closer.
when i was a kid my parents bought me an inflatable doll of the Scream by Edvard Munch (??) that was significantly taller than i was at the time and i used to slow-dance with it and pretend it was my boyfriend. It had its hands attached to its head obviously so it felt like he was always a bit horrified to be forced to dance with me
having both anxiety and depression is like that post about washing your meds down with redbull. you’d like to think that the constant fear of failure caused by your anxiety would cancel out the lack of motivation you feel thanks to your depression, but no. they are both working so very much and you cannot stop it.
I’ve made this post like six times but it still fucks me up the China’s mountains just look like that. Like I spent decades thinking it was stylistic but no, they just have different mountains over there.