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[counterforced]

@tamaxcat​ he is not a jungle gym!:  Pounces him!!

Emiya was minding his own business tinkering with junk for fun. The Red Archer then quickly felt claws dig into his shoulders as a certain Beserker pounced on him like he was their pray! He managed to fling what he was working on to the side for safety before he spun using the momentum to pin his attack against the nearest wall! Feeling the claws still digging into his shoulder he looked over his shoulder to see a familiar cat/fox behind him.

    “Tamacat. No. Bad. No clawing my clothes off in public! We talked about this.” 

Or did someone tell her to com fetch him for a mission or something? Eitherway, he projected a collar around her neck and yanked it after moving away from the wall. His first instinct was to tame after all...

“Now tell me what you want and I might feel like letting you off this leash.” Maybe.

[arondightlight]

Lance seeing kitty tiddies started here:      “I do! Someone asked if Cat’s breasts tasted sweet like her baking, and since you’ve had some of my cakes before, you’re perfect!” Tama chirped, waddling up to him, and with one hefty pull of her paws, tugged the top half of her apron off! “Please taste them, woof!”  @tamaxcat

WHAT!?!

    He thought she had made another dessert or some type of FOOD she wanted someone to taste test! He didn’t even have time to process this whole situation before she removed the top part of her apron!  Violent eyes enjoyed the sight of soft looking tender mounds of feminine glory with perky pink nipples begging to be pinched-NO. While his eyes and body certain enjoyed the view, he knew it was inappropriate. He moved back with a flustered expression on his face. While he liked what he saw he needed to stop this!

“Cover yourself! Such actions should be done in private! Anyone could walk and see you like this!”  He told her trying to get to cover up to avoid scandal. 

[houndofcu]

@tamaxcat cause this time I keep my word

Looks like the lancer had been caught again by the kitchen’s guard fox, this time for sneaking in to get some snacks late at night. For whatever reason, she was there in the kitchen more often than not. Maybe that was a good thing; after all, it would be annoying if he ran into Archer every time he had an inkling to get a snack. 

Though maybe now was not the time to think about why there was someone at the kitchen right now. Right now, he had to get out from under her grasp, his back up against a wall this time as he realized he had no place to go. Still, he somehow couldn’t help but notice those hills hidden beneath the cloud-white apron, and the unique fragrance that came from her. Something he couldn’t immediately describe, but definitely one that smelled much less like a beast and more like a maiden. 

Maybe he didn’t need to run away.

With a smirk, the lancer moved to something he knew would catch her off guard first, a belly rub, one that was vigorous and repetitive and would make anyone who speaks in woofs twitch in the leg. Another hand had already found itself to be behind her ear before she could realize what was going on. “Ya really do like that cat, don’t ya?” He asked, although this time in a more seductive tone than usual. He’ll get out of here sooner or later. At the moment, it seemed the lancer wanted to have some fun.

[sinfulsextet]

🌈 WulfDaddy, nya

🌈 – spank

“I mean...if you are asking~?” It seems Beowulf surprised by the other berserker, whom was only wearing an apron. He was slightly concerned, but she didn’t seem to be complaining after a few light spanks, so he went a little harder, only stopping once her asscheeks were nice and red.

[shinyaken]

     Continuing with the trope of all my other blogs, this blog also is re-evaluating all my SHIPS and confirming the ones I will and will not keep. So, making this easy. 

     There is only TWO confirmed ships I have on this blog. And that is with @valiant-flower-xiv‘s Kamelia Lockewood, and @tamaxcat‘s Tamacat / Cat Tamamo. Now, just because these are the confirmed ones, once more, this does not mean I will not accept others. It just means I am NOT going to be easy on ships anymore. You want the ship, you put the work in, as these people have here. 

[magusofstone-archived]

she STRUGGLE [minor jump scare warning]

@dekirukoto, @tamaxcat

(Note: I don’t own the footage, character, or song in this video. All rights go to their respective owners.)

[aeronotch]

"Robin-chef! We have to bake 200 cookies sTAT, woof! We have no time to spare, or Master will be out to get us!"

“Eh?” 

He’s blinking and staring, but he’s moving along anyways. It doesn’t really make sense to him for the dog(?), fox (?), person, to be bugging him to go to the kitchen instead of say Boudica or that Red Archer who’s pretty particular about their master’s diet. Or, maybe they’re both (and more) already there, starting with this odd cookie order. Or they’re on a mission. He couldn’t really remember, and it doesn’t seem like his co-cook(?) is in the mood to give any direct answers.

Donning the familiar green apron, he grabs the basic ingredients for cookies along with the utensils. 

“What kind?”

[fatefulones]

"Daddy Beowulf, nya."

“Well then- I was not expecting to hear that, ummmm...ya know unless it’s in the bedroom then I don’t mind being call that but umm...I don’t think we’ve ever hooked up?” Beowulf is just staring at Cat with confusion