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[butteredfrogs]

late to the party but thank you for the lovely treat making a sim with it now! 💗💗

you’re welcome!!! and thank you so much im glad you like the treat and pls feel free to tag me if you post the sim id love to see!!

[rootbeerqueer]

@shellcycle

reblog to meow at the person you reblogged this from

[amnesiaguy]

this beast wants access to the small wet room so bad

[crumplstiltskin]

them again

[catcze]

Imagine being Boothill’s sweetheart before everything went up in flames… he didn’t think you survived, but you did somehow, and you managed to get away from the terror and the flames. And he meets you again, in some far corner of the galaxy.

He’s a galaxy ranger now, with a body made of metal and a core where his heart should be. But he still feels something click when he looks at you, even from the corner of his eye. He doesn't believe what he's seeing at first— he thinks that it must be some bug in his system. Some trick of the light. But despite his doubts he feels his feet move from under him, walking first, then running, until he's pushing other people out of the way and damn near sprinting to get to you before you disappear.

And oh, when he manages to reach you— manages to stop you with a hand on your shoulder, he almost can't believe his eyes. He takes his hat off and presses it to his chest, the same way he had done when he asked for your hand a lifetime ago.

If he could cry, he thinks, he’d be a blubbering mess. 

Because it is you. Because he'd recognize the curve of your cupid's bow and the shine in your eyes even from across a cosmos. Because you're here, against all odds and despite every nightmare he's had. You're here, and you're just as lovely as the day he lost you.

[lobotomydaughter]

ao3 emails are the best emails to receive. bless.

[katsukikitten]

Katsuki who gets so overwhelmed when you sit on his lap while you're making out with him, rocking your hips gently just to readjust before suddenly he has an iron grip on your waist. Rocking you back and forth against his clothed cock because he can feel your burning heat through the thin fabric of your underwear.

Each moan a reward like sugar on his tongue but he knows nothing is sweeter than the taste of your dripping cunt. Faster and faster he moves you until he throws his head back is a gasping groan, a string of hissing curses as he over stimulates himself lap soaked from you and his own spilled seed. It makes his cock sticky and wet, squelching even as he slows you down chasing after your mouth even as you try to hide your face in embarrassment from how easily you came yourself.

And he keeps doing it, over and over making the two of you ruin his expensive jeans because he cannot help how you sound and feel. When he's finally had his fill only then will he take out his throbbing abused cock, sticky with his cum and pin you into the couch to fuck every last thought you have out of that pretty little head

[yourgalgremlin]

Regulus Black’s lil black cat animagus gets the zoomies.

That’s it. Send tweet.

[icelogged]

[loevhyuck]

[things-methinks]

Saying "Gonna be Nobody's Soldier" instead of "I won't be anybody's soldier" because he won't be a puppet to an oppressive regime but that doesn't mean he will stop fighting for Nobodies, one who war is crushing and killing. Oh my fucking god, what if I ate my hand Andrew

[daily-spooky]

[guillotin3d]

bookworm

[catcze]

Reunion with Sylus after you remember your past life together. The way that Sylus would be so bewildered at first, not knowing (or perhaps not daring to hope) why you’re suddenly marching into his room like you’re on a mission, why you’re grabbing his face frantically, eyes wide and glossy with unshed tears.

He doesn’t know why you’re suddenly kissing him like you’re dying, like you’ve missed him when you only just saw him that morning. Doesn’t know why your hands are shaking where they’re buried in his hair, or why you seem caught between laughing and sobbing with your lips pressed against his. He doesn’t know why— not until you force yourself to part from his lips, glossy with your spit and reddened from your kiss.

“My dragon,” you murmur softly, words cracking with desperation. Your lip brush against his own, voice reverent and filled with longing and heartbreak and sorrow and a bottomless love. His breath catches in his chest, eyes widening in disbelief, in hips. You press a kiss to his forehead, and Sylus’ eyes flutter shut and a shuddering breath leaves him, heart racing in his chest, because you finally, finally remember.