#undercat

[bittybonez]

[cautiousdetective]

Frans Cats @shorukarts DTIY's!

Forgive me, its not the same format 😭😭

Cats :DD theyre so cute I had to add some effort so this took me a bit of time to finish ajsbbdksuendoja

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[kasperzcanvas]

silly little undercat comic <3 the father and child, i love them sm chat

undercat belongs to me and my friend @_sploogezz on insta :)

NO FRANS.

[arofili]

Royal Service

for @jaz-the-bard​, @undercat-overdog​, and moiety! also an extremely belated Kinktober entry for Day 31: Begging Kink :)

[ao3] - rated E; 779 words; Elrond/Celebrían/Gil-galad

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“What do you think, Gil?” Celebrían purred. “Has our little lord been good enough?”

“He has been very good,” Gil-galad rumbled, lazily rolling his hips so his cock rubbed against her pearl.

Elrond, bound and gagged before them, whimpered pathetically. His cock bounced against his stomach as he writhed, eyes wild and flashing a thousand different colors in his desperation.

Celebrían hummed. “If only he could be still,” she chided. “Then perhaps I might let you mount him the way he so clearly desires.”

“And you, my queen?” Gil-galad asked.

She stroked him, grinding his cockhead against her pearl deliciously. “I would watch,” she said breathily, “and enjoy the view. And when you are done, I would take my fill, and ride his mouth while you lick your seed out of his tight, pink hole.”

Gil-galad moaned, and kissed her, his cock slipping in her juices. She almost thought to let him inside her—but no, not today. She was still sore from the night before, when they had each taken their turn fucking her cunt and her mouth, and it had been she who was tied up and at their mercy.

(Tomorrow, it would be Gil’s turn. She knew already that Elrond had some wonderful plans for their king.)

Elrond whined, drool dribbling from beneath the gag and onto his chin. Celebrían laughed, and reached over to loosen it, freeing his sinful mouth.

“Please, please,” Elrond begged, his voice low and wrecked. He was so hard, and with each plea his cock throbbed. “My king, my queen, please, let me serve you...!”

“He begs so beautifully,” Gil-galad sighed. “Shall we indulge him?”

“Roll over, Elrond,” Celebrían instructed, and watched gleefully as Elrond submitted to her command instantly. He gasped and moaned, lifting his ass into the air without even being asked, offering himself for the taking.

Celebrían and Gil-galad kissed one more time behind his back, sure to make the sounds of their mouths and tongues meeting as obscenely wet as possible. Then Gil-galad gave Elrond’s rear a light slap, drawing a breathy scream from their herald that was so exquisite that Celebrían just had to sink a finger into herself.

She watched with delight as Gil-galad set to work opening Elrond up with his fingers and tongue. Elrond cried out pleas for mercy all the while: Please, please, my king, please; take me, use me, ruin me; now, Gil, please, please, please...

“Do it,” Celebrían ordered hoarsely when she could take it no longer. She’d already wrung one climax out of herself just watching, and had four fingers buried in her dripping cunt as she chased the second. Ai, they were so beautiful together!

“He’s not quite ready,” Gil said with a frown.

“Please,” Elrond sobbed. “I’ll do anything, please, just fuck me—!”

“You heard him,” Celebrían said. “Do it!”

Gil-galad groaned, and lifted himself up so he could fuck into Elrond with one long thrust. Celebrían watched greedily as her king’s girth shoved its way into Elrond’s tight hole: he truly wasn’t quite stretched enough, but the howl Elrond let out as his king breached him was one of soul-deep relief, not of pain.

Within seconds Elrond had spilled, and Celebrían followed. Gil-galad pounded into his herald with rapture, drinking in Elrond’s cries as if they only gave him more strength. Elrond continued to beg for more, even when he had all but collapsed into his own mess on the bed; and Gil-galad gave it to him, until he had no more to give, and spent deep within Elrond’s body.

Celebrían gave them a few moments to recover before she crawled over to join them. “Elrond, my sweet,” she murmured. “It’s time to serve your queen.”

Gil-galad groaned and withdrew from Elrond, allowing him to roll over onto his back and offer up his mouth for Celebrían’s use. Sighing, she settled over him, shivering as she felt his tongue delving into her cunt and swirling around her pearl.

She smiled down to Gil-galad as their king spread apart Elrond’s legs and set about licking him clean. Elrond twitched and moaned as their king’s tongue probed his hole, and each tremor sent a shock of pleasure through Celebrían’s spine.

Elrond’s cock was fully hard again when Celebrían’s climax overtook her again, drenching his face. She shrugged herself off him, cradling him and whispering soft praises as Gil-galad licked and nipped at Elrond’s length until he spilled once more.

“Beautiful,” Celebrían murmured, beckoning Gil-galad forward so she could kiss Elrond’s seed from his mouth. “Both of you. Just beautiful.” And she pulled her lovers close, her heart full and her lusts sated, if only for the evening.

[skyeventide]

2, 8, and 21?

from here

2. Anything that you’d like to write but feel like you’re unable to?

fuckin' long fics. I just don't have the concentration and stamina to stay focused on the endeavour of a long fic. I'm sure you're acquainted with how tiring it can be to keep going chapter from chapter, not mention the fact that I really dislike publishing things I haven't finished. so I'd have to write the whole thing before even thinking about posting, and... yeah, it's too much. which annoys me also because I do have a wacky idea with a choral cast (remember the version where elves are reborn as literal babies? that one, except explored with all the buckets of emotional shock if not outright trauma it entails) that I fear only really works in the format of a multi-chapter story.

8. How slow is a slow burn?

this answer is going to be a cop-out but... just enough? hard to really explain, but it needs to be organic. if it feels like the story is dragging on for the sole purpose of slowing down that cooking process more, then the coherence of the plot to me is a bit lost. this isn't a hard and fast rule though, because I can enjoy a particular dynamic that is just in the ambiguous middle ground between types of relationships. but it needs to be intentional ambiguity as opposed to intentional "more stuff that's just there to delay the resolution". I think it just kinda triggers a response in me that's on the lines "if y'all talked like adults, or even made the smallest effort, this wouldn't be an issue", and if that happens then it's too slow.

21. Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what’s your secret?

lol yes I can! I'm not sure what the secret is per se, but I know that it takes me about a month to (leisurely/when I have time and energy) write from 5k to 8k, and that that amount of words is to me the general best amount for a) presenting an issue, emotional or otherwise, b) developing it through 4-6 scenes, depending on length and complexity of the problem, c) wrapping it up with a solution or a satisfying enough change of cirumstance. make it two major problems at the start (or something more generalised), approximately double the wordcount. make it two povs with their own issues, double the wordcount. third major pov, 5k-8k more. adjust with variables at need. I've written enough things with a deadline that I can safely say these are my personal patterns. it probably helps that I am 99,99% an architect/plotter writer.

[muskka]

a small rough sketch of kitty sanses.... i bet that sans and red would be quite protective

[itscolossal]

The View From Down Under: “Under-Cats” Celebrates Cats at a New Angle

[birds5463]

I was just flipping through my sketchbook