#Wailing like a cat in heat lol

[trueblumagic]

your local trace French guy wants a bf

[solitary-traveler]

Two Sides of the Same Coin

How are you so unaware of the fact that he despises you because he’s desperate to remain unattached?

Harbinger!Scaramouche x Gn!Reader

Notes: Hi, I caved. So for those asking for a part 2 on certain stories... I'm not sure how to approach a part 2 for the two of them so I did this instead. Hopefully, it satisfies you AHAHAHAHA. Also, I'm not that well-versed in writing smut but hey, I tried-

Warning: harbinger x secretary lol, cursing, NSFW, marking

Scaramouche hates everyone. That’s a fact.

Yet for some reason, he despises you. 

He detests the flicker of luster within your eyes when your lips voice a low hum, triggering your body to sway along to whatever illusive melody is in that tiny brain of yours. He loathes your gratified, cat-like stretches, a testimony that amplifies his obscene appetite. He finds himself revolted by your ability to catapult his judgment far from the naked eye, and inspire his thoughts to vanish into nonexistence.

He hates this so fucking much.

How can one even bear this much animosity towards someone? Even he didn’t know. All he was aware of was how much it aggravated him when he saw you exhibiting interest in anyone that wasn’t him. For Archon’s sake, you were his secretary. Not Childe’s. Not Dottore’s. Not even Her Majesty’s.

His secretary.

Is that so hard to understand? Even a brain like yours could surely discern something so unambiguous. So why were you still preoccupied with others? Especially with those worms who were beneath his rank? How baffling could this concept be that even you can not be conscious of it?

How are you so unaware of the fact that he despises you because he’s desperate to remain unattached?

For someone like Scaramouche, life was nothing but a cruel joke. Providing him the luminescence of his longing only to be dispelled and scattered within the air he didn’t need. It has happened three times already. He doesn’t need it to resurface and transpire again.

He despises you so much he won't let you be his 4th.

And he despises you so much he’ll make sure to drill this lesson in that thick-headed skull of yours.

Wretched whines and hitched gasps reflect around the room, only to bounce against the walls and into Scara’s ear, appeasing his vulgar notions. He's been at it for… how long now? An hour? Or two? He couldn't remember. But why should he keep track? He was far gone, consumed by his irrational side that led his sensibility astray. Everything around him has withered away as his focal point shifted to your mellow and inviting passage. The tight heat provided solace akin to that of a home. His home. Oh, how he wishes he could stay inside of you forever.

“Remember this, you fucking whore”, he hisses as he adjusts your position for his convenience. He relished the way your nails jab at his skin, scraping against his back as he rams into your sweet spot. It drove him insane. Despite the turmoil of sweat and cum, the movement of his hips does not falter. If anything, he proceeds to fasten his pace. "I'm your boss," he growls as his slender fingers curl around your hips, "Your Harbinger."

His lips twitched upwards as he instilled in his memory the way your face contorted in pleasure. "And you...", he pauses, only to deliver a hard thrust that provokes more moans to spill out your pretty mouth,

"You are nothing more than my secretary"

Scara kept jack hammering into you, forcing your face on the pillow to stifle your piercing cries of ecstasy as he subdued you. He's going to make sure you'll be the good little bitch he wants you to be. His figure looms over you like a shadow, an impending threat as he takes you from behind. "You obey me", he snarls as he inclines his head near your ear. He grapples your chin for him to catch a glimpse of your adorable face. It delights him to see your tear streaked features pressed against the pillow, seeking an end to this twisted play as your body argues and wails for more. At a leisurely pace, he slithers down your neck as his hot breath leaves a succession of feather light kisses on your skin. "You do everything I tell you to do"

With a vigorous bite, he slams with ferocity before burying himself in a great depth inside you. A wanton moan pushes past your lips as he starts to grind. It was euphoric, a dopamine boost that is sure to maneuver him over the edge. "I'm not going to let anyone have you,” he chuckles, “not even the gods"

His hold was secure, ensuring that you can’t slip away. Not like you would anyways. Not when you get a thrill out of this as much as he does. He knows how much you savor every inch of his cock as it throbs and shudders against your tight walls

"Just you wait", he grins against the comfort of your complexion as he unhands your hips, "I'll become a god”

“Your god"

He withdraws from the intimate space with a smirk. He stationed his hands on top of your thighs, before spreading them apart. An incentive to impale himself further into you and propel you to see Celestia in all its glory.. 

"And you'll be my first follower. You'll devote yourself to me and me only. You'll worship me like the fucking god I am"

His thoughts ran back to the failures of the past. Past people who fractured glass words known as promises, who didn’t care enough to sustain him in their grasp, who withdrew from his life and left him to fend for himself. Each one of them took a piece of the puppet, and never had the heart to return it back. And now, in your grasp was a substantial segment of him that he never wanted to give away. Yet, somehow, you had managed to snatch it away.

He hates you for it.

And he hates himself even more for wanting you to keep it.

So he has no choice. He won't let you be one of them. He won't allow himself to lose you too. 

"I'll keep you safe. I'll always look after my most devoted follower"

He's going to become a god, that’s for sure. He’s going to attain the towering heights of power possible and bind you to him for all eternity. He veers down, before puncturing your flesh with his teeth. It leaves a deep impression on your smooth skin. A mark of promise. 

"So don't you dare fucking leave me behind. Understand?"

"I won't allow it”

[pinkwright]

do u ever daydream about me ? | shuri udaku.

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pairing — queen panther!shuri x ex!y/n

trope — exes still in love (post-breakup)

inspo — lucidia (egodeath) by ambré + been like this by doja cat

warnings — vv dramatic bc its me, they r lovesick ur honour, reader is hurting like srsly, shuri is hurting like srsly 2, everybody hurting srsly okay, breakup isn’t described, lots of heart/rib metaphors n descriptions lol, the sides r povs, pretty vague contextually (?), no happy ending bc life, shuri has a panic attack but its not overly detailed, shuri’s vv self-destructive (stop thats my baby), no real sense of a timeline, they need each other u guys, its not set who hurt who so u can use ur imagination, literally just angst w a pinch of fluff if u squint.

a/n — thank u for all the love on my first fic. i wanted a fic that hurt so i was tempted to deliver n here it is, i hope u enjoy it !

⟢˚ taglist: @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @saintwrld

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side a

let’s make sure its reel, baby can we film it? now you got me here, stuck up in my feelings.

longing buries itself within your chest, the weight is settling in the cage of your ribs, and they seem to tighten at the steady chuckle that falls from her pretty lips, only amplified by the surround sound in your barren apartment. your subconscious berates you for the continuous empty promises made to yourself, empty promises that only contribute to the depths of your very own despair – but can anyone truly blame you for missing all that love?

the short film – a lovers’ moment of perfection, an ode to what was and what could have been, what should have been – captures your love at the height of pure joy and contentment. it was a homemade film taken in your kitchen; the camera held up by you — the interviewer to shuri's interviewee. your giggles ring in the background working in tandem with the soft beat of your favourite track to produce, as shuri had said, 'the symphony to the rhythm of her heart.'

shuri’s gazing just over the lens of the camera and into your eyes, the love spilling from the gaze makes you giddy and shy, so you clear your throat. “so, miss ‘i’m the queen of wakanda, i do what i want’,” you gently mock. your soft laugh coercing a giggle out of shuri’s lips, “to what do i owe the pleasure of her majesty’s great presence?”

she rolls her eyes, her lips dropping into a soft, fond smirk, “i can’t come to visit my wife, to whom my heart resides with? i do need to come to check in on her from time to time, s'thandwa.” she smiles. her eyes are boring into yours when her face comes to rest in the palms of her hands, her elbows placed on your kitchen counter as she regards you with the renowned intensity of the black panther.

your breath catches behind the camera and the viewer watches as shuri’s smirk grows over the stammers of your speech, “you’ve never even asked me to marry you,” you splutter flustered. “and your heart’s still your own…” your sentence trails off at shuri’s contemplative but amused expression. the queen is rising to her feet and making her way towards you, the camera’s gaze lowers to the floor but remains recording stagnantly between your bodies. slowly, she takes your hand in both of hers and lifts your knuckles to her lips, kissing them gently, unseen by the lens but scorched into your very being — every memory with her was.

the exhale that leaves your lips is soft, as words begin to trail out of her, brushing against the heated skin of your hands; words that heal wounds that have yet to manifest, settle the unsteady rhythm of your heart, caress the traumas of your youth, and continue to soothe the restlessness of your soul – washing away the boundaries between separate but familiar souls, guiding them to become one under the false veil of “forever”.

a sharp wail breaks through the atmosphere of your room, your trembling form curling pathetically like a baby in the womb – trying desperately to garner some semblance of comfort for the shattered shell of desolation you had become. the pulse of your heart is desperate, throbbing for the calm existence of life before pain, before her.

your lungs burn for oxygen as you use the heel of your palm to repeat firm, solid thumps against the pain in your chest. no one tells you that the heart you use to preserve the realisation of your love and nurture innocent youth, the one that overflows steadily with tenderness is the same heart that uses the pain of separation to fuel its anger, the caged animal raging with vengeance, screeching against the jagged bones of its cell.

no one told you that it would be like this.

i gave you all this time, gave you my everything. can’t put my trauma to the side; when you told me i was lying, had me feeling like i died, baby.

side b

i know that you miss all this love. maybe we should get back in touch. maybe you could make me over shiny and new.

shuri sits up with a gasp, the ringing in her ears deafening as she swings her feet over the edge of her bed to attempt to ground herself. the ache in her stomach is expanding, the anxiety crawling its way to her throat and she’s struggling to breathe, “my queen, it seems you are experiencing a severe panic attack, may i call for assistance?” griot sounds, vaguely registering from between the screams of her turbulent mind.

she’s gasping so hard that her ribs begin to ache, gripping the sheets beneath her to keep from crying out from the sheer force of the jagged claws that plunge into the cause of her sorrows over and over again. the dreamless heavy state of her short rest can only quell her broken state for so long.

all she can think about is you; your tenderness, your patience, your strength – her need for you. the tears are gathering on the lashes of her shut eyes, the force causing her head to pound rapidly, colours dancing behind the lids of her eyes, and she’s clenching her jaw to calm the storm breaking through her form.

she counts to ten until her world is eerily still, and everything is silent.

shuri forcefully exhales a deep breath and her senses tune back into the real world where she can hear the heavy knocks on the doors to her chambers, “'mkanikazi wam'... are you all right, mama?” aneka’s whispers are rapid, fearful, but firm, with an undertone of gentleness shuri thinks she doesn’t deserve.

“i’m fine, aneka, just a bad dream.” the lie falls from her mouth too easily, reflexively, but her voice is straining wetly, and her emotions are quickly rising to break her facade. she doesn’t wait for a response but hears the hesitant retreating footsteps of the dora when she's shakily exhaling, then she breaks.

her tears are falling mercilessly as her shoulders shake, and again, she is tempted to put on her suit to use the panther's claws to rip the organ out of her chest. the bothersome vessel only seems to mock her, steadily drawing on its hinges to taunt her with temporary relief just to rear its true animosity.

and for a split second, a second quickly washed away by the instantaneous remorse and shame, she wishes she had left her heart buried with her mother.

but she also knows she doesn’t deserve that kind of relief – she needs it to hurt, to remind her how she hurt you, she craves it almost. she’s sobbing into the walls around her, surrounded by a strong nation weighed down by the excruciating pain of their mother, their protector. shuri’s voice is unrecognisable as the words uncontrollably dig their way out of her aching throat, calling out to you, echoing painfully through the only medium she knows.

“bast, please.”

lucid dreaming i dream about you, do you ever dare dream about me? when i talk to god i ask about you.

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[lannisterdaddyissues]

Ahhh sleepover!! 😆 need to know all your pennymav headcanons and also how was your day?

OMG SLEEPOVER WITH THE BESTIE WHAT WILL WE DO 😝💕🎶

^us rn <3

as for my day, it was really good!!!! i visited my parents today, we went out to dinner at this really nice backwoods restaurant! they had really delicious seafood and it was run on a farm, so they had a whole garden out back with a bunch of farm animals to go look at, plus i got to meet two of the restaurant cats and they were soooo sweet 🥺 one of them jumped up on the railing whenever i walked by because it wanted me to pet it and i just ughrsdghsrgfh kitties 💗

anyway PENNYMAV HEADCANONS !!!! GOD I LOVE THEM SM I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE THIS IN MY INBOX BC I CANNOT THINK ABOUT THEM ENOUGH <33333 THEY ARE SO IMPORTANT TO ME

so without further ado, the goods:

penny was the first person mav serenaded in a bar when they were younger

penny liked to think she had high standards but mav had her as soon as he opened his mouth

he still sings to her in private but don’t make the mistake of asking him to sing in public. that right belongs to penny and penny alone

penny was actually the one who convinced mav to steal the f-18

she was literally insane back then

mav tells this story to everybody but they never believe him because penny is literally god’s perfect angel

penny thinks this is hilarious and gaslights him about it because she thinks it’s cute when he gets mad

mav is so easy though. all it takes to earn his forgiveness is a kiss on the cheek. #simp

brunch dates are their thing

they do go out for fancy dinners every once in a while, but casual settings are actually preferred because they don’t want to force their relationship, keeping things chill and low-key is fine with them

also, penny is OBSESSED with breakfast food

her go-to order is a stack of buttermilk pancakes with powdered sugar and fruit on it because she loves sweets and fruit

mav just orders something healthy and boring like avocado toast lol. he’s a health nut with terrible taste in food (seriously he would eat a brick if you served it to him on a plate, he tastes no

difference)

penny highlights her hair now because it used to be more naturally auburn when she was younger and she misses the color

her hair was actually the first thing mav noticed about her when they first met, he thought it was so prettyyyy

penny cannot stand roaches and spiders so mav has to play brian pest control in her house once every few months

for real if penny sees a roach it’s game over. she will scream and wail like a banshee until mav finally ambles over to get rid of them for her, she’s so pathetic about them

on the other hand penny LOVES lizards because being a reptile enjoyer is her weird girl trait. there are lots to be found at the hard deck too which is great

more often than not if amelia isn’t sitting at the bar doing homework she’s out back chasing lizards. if mav isn’t inside either then he’s out there with her

aside from de-roaching her house, mav is also penny’s personal handyman

need your lights strung up? he’s your man

need your appliances fixed? he’s your man

need repairs done on your car? he’s your man

need kisses on your forehead? he’s your man

mav gets sleepy when he’s drunk and his favorite place to nap is on penny’s chest

“she’s soft and she smells nice” - mav 2k19 (he’s no thoughts head empty for her when he gets like this)

penny loves it when he naps on her. it’s like having a heated AND weighted blanket rolled into one

however sometimes said blanket will awkwardly grope her on accident (or was it…) in the middle of the night and that’s always fun

the 86 squad jokingly buy mav wife guy t-shirts as gag gifts but he loves them and wears them unironically all the time

examples include:

“PROPERTY OF MY HOT WIFE”

“MY WIFE SAYS I ONLY HAVE TWO FAULTS 🌠 I DON’T LISTEN AND SOMETHING ELSE.” (purchased by hollywood)

“MY WIFE HAS AN AWESOME HUSBAND”

“THIS GUY HAS A 👉 CRUSH 👈 ON HIS WIFE”

mav being an old guy gets really sore sometimes and penny gives the most incredible massages

if she hadn’t opened the hard deck she could’ve been a masseuse fr

she has such soft hands!!! and her nails feel so good when they scratch his back just ufhrsgfhrsghgr

mav is in heaven rn

AAAAA AND THAT’S ALL I HAVE FOR NOW BUT THAT’S ONLY BECAUSE IT’S PAST MIDNIGHT I’M SURE I COULD THINK OF MORE IF I TRIED HARDER

also… ahaha… nsfw headcanons beneath the cut if you want… 😳👉👈

young penny and mav were both shameless harlots and had a pretty sexually open relationship

naturally this means they got into lots of threesomes because hell yeah

they’re pretty private about their sex life now though because they like to keep that part of each other all to themselves… hehehe

BUT if cyclone ever decides to take penny up on her offer he knows where to find them ;)

penny is such a lingerie girl she could be a victoria’s secret model

she likes to surprise mav with new sexy lil pieces she finds online, it keeps things spicy in the bedroom

his face is always a national treasure every time she brings out something new

if you think seeing them on her is good though? imagine how good she looks when he takes them off for her

the only thing better is how good it feels when he takes them off for her

mav is a master of the art of cunnilingus

he’s sucked so much dick between relationships you can’t tell me he doesn’t know how to use his tongue

he gets hard instantly when penny sits on his face (and he’s real for it honestly have you SEEN young jencon!!! she has the sexiest thighs i’ve ever seen in my life i want them to choke me)

if mav is a master of cunnilingus then naturally penny is the mistress of the strap

she definitely pulls mav’s hair when she fucks him

the moans he makes are OBSCENE

they have crossed off every item on their sex bucket list

fuck on a boat

fuck on a beach

fuck on the dock

fuck in a bathroom

fuck in a car

fuck in a plane

fuck in her dad’s bed

fuck in her dad’s office

fuck by a window

i cannot believe i just typed all of this jesus please forgive me

[castle-dominion]

c3x7 almost famous

I’ve actually seen this one before! It was recorded on TV but I didn’t know it was season 3. This was one of the first ones I’d seen. 

nypd open up ; )

Too many pickles

Me: joining in on the vocal warmups RC: I had a dream I was floating on a lily pad & the swedish bikini team was whispering positive reviews of naked heat  MR: Oh that must have been lovely RC: Yeah... MR: Why are you telling us this RC: Well because of you my swedish paradise turned into a wailing cat shelter

MR: Besides, we’ll all have plenty of time to sleep when we’re dead. *phone rings for a murder* (probably won’t clip)

Alexis’s voice sounds like she’s going thru puberty or smth

RC: Maybe he’s old-school, didn’t want to give up the badge he’d made his career on? LP: Castle he’s mid 20s KB: [the gun is] fake! RC: *taps end & sniffs* that’s tequila *licks finger* that’s cheap tequila

LP: *rips open the guy’s pants* RC: *covers the view* man has a car?

RC: *runs over* shotgun KB: Castle you’re the only one here RC: Ugh this place reminds me of my first dorm room (I don’t think I’ll clip that)

They don’t have a warrant to come in tho

wow Wow WOW

RC: Ladies, I am not a stripper, though I understand how you can make that mistake

Poor gal, puking into their garbage bin. Poor esposito I didn’t know throwing up made him nauseous. (TRIVIA FOR THE SHOW) & the other detective back there too (won’t clip...) she’s still wearing the ring too Y’all tie back her hair. I’ve never had hair that long & now listen I have a mohawk but even I know that u need to tie back long hair if you’re vomiting

Aw castle, getting em coffee, I love him RC: It might interest you to know I’m an assistant volunteer homicide detective myself : ) Oh my goodness this is a great episode, plenty of witnesses but all too drunk to remember.  Ryan, always the phone sim camera record guy. 

JE: They’re treating him like a piece of meat RC: it’s ok, *pats him on the shoulder* Me: It’s his job & also I’ve heard the way YOU talk esposito.  Kathleen: It’s what he’s paid for

K but castle’s laughs & ryan’s face

Girl it’s a digital zoom, not enhancing.  (& why do you need to tap the keyboard? all u need to do is hit ctrl & zoom)

(I still can’t get over how he’s called officer mcnaughty)

SHE HAD TO WAITRESS WHILE HUNGOVER? or maybe she gets a discount there & wasn’t scheduled for work that day

KR: Mostly just of movie posters & a bunch of donald trump books about finance B’y this show is in 2010

Lol “looking up”

Weird timing. KB: You guys head off *ryan looks to esposito in confusion* mucho men *ryan mouths mucho men barely after beckett says it* that’s the place that booked him. Bud he would be saying that a moment later. Not before beckett even said “mucho men”

RC: He’s not even that handsome. 300 bucks an hour? Little steep. LP: As the one person in this room who has seen everything under the sheet? BARGAIN.

RC: Some women want officer mcnaughty, others want an older man with mutual funds. You know, daddy issues. It’s times like this I’m glad my relationship with my dad is actually surprisingly good & I’m queer. 

LS: Sorry, promoters are up my ass.  JE: Lloyd Sanders? LS: I’m already up to my ears in a-rods, *esposito looks at himself* but your friend here, I got women requesting that skinny twilight dude like crazy *Ryan now looks at himself* (Bro ryan isn’t even that skinny, he just looks skinny next to esposito who has muscle like a brickshithouse) LS, tossing a pair of underwear to Ryan: One size fits all. *ryan looks at the underwear trying to figure out what it is* Bathroom’s down the hall if you’re shy.  KR: :| >:| JE: NYPD KR: I can assure you, these would fit LS: That’s what they all say the package store XD (after the interview) KR: Thank you for your time. LS: Hey if you change your mind I can provide you with fangs & some hair gel KR: a??? JE: *just offended*

(Remember in a few seasons when ryan gets a job at men-hattan? as a security guard? Yeah anyway)

KR: Casually mentions twilight to make esposito jealous

KB: Well there’s only one way to find out. *singsong* Oh castle!

(I’m glad my gay older brother is not here) Except ryan & esposito DID NOT call not-it! (she brought him here!) Castle caught the frickin pants

Ooh this is going to be a good scene. Ryan making coffee, esposito taking off his long-sleeved collared sweater in the background. Ryan adding a bit of sugar to their coffees, esposito working out, speaking of which I should do my pushups today. Ryan turns around with an “aight here you go” but stops short when he sees esposito just doing dips on a chair. (Bestie you have a gym upstairs.) JR: Up to his ears in a-rods? I got an a-rod for that SOB. Three years Varsity Ball (talented sports team), *ryan lowkey checking him out,* two years Special Forces triathlon (military marathon), & NYPD calendar 2007. KR: *Looking up into the corner* JE: What? >:( KR: It was a group photo JE: I got letters KR: Yeah, three, two of them from your mom JE: One of them was from my mom KR: Sure JE, politely taking coffee: twilight my ass (clipping)

castle surrounded by women & not liking it? Wow. “Hey honey you found me!”

You know good for them. Firefighters are better than cops for sure. & it’s also a dance! Not just body, but entertainment!

Interesting, the deleted scene & the “woah woah whoa murder?” must be in a different order than initiall7 expected. Well no the deleted scene is similar to this but it’s just a different take. Different take, not deleted scene. 

Castle & his books KR: Did you go home & watch sunset boulevard before your trip to the package store? (esposito isn’t fed up with him this time)

I love martha.

This attorney is weird... 

KB: Ryan can you pull up derek’s acting reel? KR: Man, once was bad enough

Ryan is starting to wear vests & ties more, ties for sure. His colours are still dark tho. I like the evolution of their styles. Esposito just had a long sleeved sweater like thing over his t-shirt, now he is wearing a weird shirt with a lot of panels & a tie & i rly like it. 

Esposito had gang task force days. At least we’re getting backstory this episode. Sports, special forces, & gang task force.  (that’s probably how he knew detective slaughter...? & his interactions with Racine when he was with Ike probably)

Ooh I like the look of them (& I like beckett’s & castle’s outfits)

You know what good on her, & pookiebear that’s honestly kinda cute but a hilariously fake buttslap sound.

Castle you watch way too many infomercials. (He has probably seen Sticky Buddy & the OmniTool+)

KR: IDK how you missed that *slaps the receipt into esposito’s chest with another hilariously fake buttslap sound*

I KNEW I REMEMBERED THE NAME JESSE MANDALAY

Ooh fake identity!!!

Poor gal. Louve he’r idenidy.  Poor guy contractor man...

KB: Do you have any brochures? I’m looking for a place. Mine blew up. My mom told me that tick tick tick was the last episode & I believed her because we only had four episodes of Castle & I thought it was as short-running show that went out with a bang. Then I saw this episode & made some assumptions. But I still hadn’t seen boom, the sequel episode so I wasn’t sure how beckett survived. The part that gets me is that this was halfway through season two & now it is season three. It has been an entire summer, where has beckett been staying? With her dad probably?

I like how sometimes ryan is wearing a soft, dress sweater, sometimes a funny little patterned shirt with a tie, sometimes a normal dress shirt tie & suit jacket (with a coat as well if he needs it), & sometimes a suit with a vest. I love a good waistcoat. Look at him. Every episode I can’t help but notice how pretty he is. I also notice everyone else & their costume choices are very good & purposefully made.

I knew the lawyer was sus. 

This man is already a lawyer you’re never going to get him all the way.

I like how martha calls herself an actress but also an actor & refers to the concept “actor” with he/him pronouns. It gives her bigender or genderfluid vibes even tho it really doesn’t. 

Always!

Rick is such a dad. He loves his daughter so much & no matter how childish or grossly adult he acts, when he is around his daughter he is full of love.  Also the little feeding the birds with her uwu.

(ok got all my clips)

[valtsv]

we want to know about your near death experiences, please tell us of your near death experiences

erm. gonna put them under a cut in case it's too much for anyone lol (since it's kinda personal, i'm not going to pull my punches in describing how i felt, and i know not everyone's comfortable with discussions of death and near-death)

- took nearly 3 days to be born because my mom refused a cesarean and was nearly a month premature. don't know if this one counts because i was a baby but apparently they were pretty worried about my chances of survival towards the end and when i was born i was sickly and in a lot of pain for months.

- fell down the stairs multiple times when i was a kid, suffered several concussions and fractures and developed vertigo that gave me a phobia of heights i eventually grew out of. again not sure if this counts since i barely remember it but i do remember the feeling of cracking my head once and boy it's not fun. it's like cracking an egg but the egg is your skull. also remember having a lot of dreams of jumping off the top of the stairs and my consciousness separating from my body and watching it fall because of this.

- nearly drowned because i swam too far out to sea on holiday and got caught up in a massive tidal wave (it was the baltic sea in poland, on a very windy day, and i was 8 years old and an idiot). i'd just accepted that i was going to die stuck in this current i couldn't escape and given up on being afraid, embracing the cold dark tidal embrace of death, when the wave very gently set me down in the shallows and i was so at peace that i almost forgot to sit up and breathe. left a big impression in me. i did not tell my parents what happened because i was okay with it and didn't want to upset them or deal with them fussing over me or giving me hell for taking stupid risks when i didn't need it.

- got hit by a car on my bike and flipped over the hood. was fine except for bruises and scrapes but while in the air briefly freaked out and thought i could see a halo of fire around the driver's head (probably the sun shining through the rear window).

- nearly died of dehydration while infected with a very nasty bout of flu that kept me in bed for 2 months straight. i passed out on the floor of my kitchen while trying to lift a cup to pour myself a drink and would have probably at the very least ended up with severe complications if my cat hadn't wailed over my body until my mom woke up and found me lying there. while passed out i had this horrible nightmare that i was god reincarnated in a mortal body and got really upset because i didn't want to be responsible for the entirety of humanity because it was too much and i was only 15. was extremely relieved when my mom revived me and explained that i was just really fucking sick. ended up in hospital with an iv in my arm to prevent my body from shutting down on itself until the flu burned out enough for my own organs to stop fighting me.

- tombstoned off the lighthouse in the bay with some sort of friends and very fucking narrowly missed a shelf of rock that would have shattered me to pieces if i hadn't twisted out of the way moments earlier. as it rushed towards me i very much saw my life up to that point flash before my eyes and was really disappointed by how little i'd done with it. didn't actually do much about it for a while though because i was a depressed unmedicated teenager in a bad living situation. pretty sure that kid would be amazed by how far i've come since then though.

- pretty sure i only survived a bus crash because moments before it happened i felt this urge to stand up and did. if i hadn't my head would have gone through this metal bar on top of the seats and my neck probably would have been broken.

- got lost in a woodland area by google maps once and got so dehydrated from the heat and blood loss (due to trying to cut through thorn bushes when i got desperate enough to get scared) that i started hallucinating this shimmery figure i couldn't look at directly following me and chasing me every time i started to give up (somehow i just knew that letting them touch me would be very bad, but they didn't feel malevolent? i was scared but i didn't get the impression that they wanted to hurt me, just that it would be a consequence of letting them touch me). got rescued because i screamed so loud that some passing hikers heard and went in and pulled me out of there. again not sure if this one counts as near death but i was wandering in there for hours and felt like i was going to die.

[belphieslilcow]

welp i sent @teeth-farie a thing about the obey me bros going into heat and needing to get desperately bred so now my brain is Requiring me to make a post about it!!

the bros have cunts in this and mc has a dick, though you can interpret as a bio one, some magical transformation, or one of those squirting dildos

(cw for piss stuff on satan's part)

lucifer just absolutely Forbids them from going out and having a partner cause he ain't helping raise any kids so they deal with it alone (until mc that is lol) so it's all their first times being fucked like this and oh man

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lucifer tends to take some kind of suppressant because of how busy he is, it doesn't stop it fully, but he's able to work without ruining his pants with how wet he gets, he Swears he can handle it and won't give into his instincts every single time, even when he's knuckle deep in himself at his desk moaning like a camgirl

you won't hear lucifer beg like he does when he desperately wants to be filled with your cum, with his disheveled hair and the way he keeps drooling with his tongue out, he looks like he's straight out of one of levi's hentai mangas

mammon is has quite the collection of sex toys from how needy he gets during his heat, suction cup dildos he can put anywhere in his room when he gets needy, clamps for those oh so sensitive nipples of his, and plenty of vibrators that end up covered in his slick by the end of his heat, hell he'd impulsive buy a fuck machine if he could afford it

he kinda forgets to tell you about his heat the first time it happens, so walking in his room to find him stuffing both holes with vibrating cocks as he wails about how he needs more is quite the sight to behold

he is greed after all, he wants all your cum and he wants it everywhere, in every hole he's got and when you're resting he'll plug himself up just so he can make sure he keeps it all inside himself

levi is definitely third in line for having the most sex toys behind asmo and mammon, though his are more like tentacle dildos and those ovipos toys, coupled with his ridiculous hentai collection, he's got enough material to last for quite a while, it's never enough for him though

he's totally fucked himself with his tail many many times before, he knows exactly where all his sweet spots are and will shyly tell you exactly where he wants you to ram your cock, he's still shameful of being a pervert during his heat, but will be much more open to all his fantasies, he wants you to bully him, shame him for being such a closet pervert and that you need to breed him good as punishment for being so dirty, he'll cum just from the words alone

though he needs a lot more praise and gentle treatment when it starts to end or he'll go though a very intense sub drop and period of self hatred, so please tell this little slimy pervert how much you love him <3

satan lovers with a petplay kink, come get y'all juice, he's basically in permanent kitty mode and Will give himself cat ears and a tail with magic, since his animal is a mammal, i think he's one of the bros that gets affect by heats the most, he'll rub his dripping cunt across anything in his room (thankfully he's smart enough to clean his books off the floor before his heat hits him)

also will 100% be down for omorashi stuff, he thinks of it as marking your territory and claiming him which he ADORES, smart boy wants to be fucked dumb tbh, cunt stuffed, covered in piss, just wanting to be yours

asmo really isn't that different when he's in his heat, since he can't get a partner before now he gets so so whiny and needy though, squirting dildos can only hold a lust demon off for so long before he needs to get stuffed

he has a bullet vibrator attached to his throbbing clit the entire time, and totally livestreams himself seeing how many orgasms he can have before he passes out, he usually not a fan of the idea of messing up his figure with a baby, but during this time? he's begging for it

beel doesn't pay much attention to sexual stuff outside of his heat, so suddenly having another kind of insatiable hunger is hard for him, when he's not shoving his big fingers in himself, he's shoving fries down his gullet

he's got a huge oral fixation so he'll need to suck you off, though he doesn't own any sex toys, so you'll need to bring a dildo so his cunt doesn't get too lonely, man has no gag reflex so facefuck this himbo til your hearts content <3

belphie has a love hate relationship with his heat, he usually forgets about it until he wakes up desperately humping one of his pillows, since he's a cow boy, therefore more mammalian than most of his brothers, he has such an intense heat, he loves how good he feels when he overstimulates himself and gets his blanket soaked with his squirting, but hates how hard it is to sleep

his iron grip comes in handy as he holds you as you roughly breed him, he LOVES the mating press during this time and he's so sensitive that if you rub his clit while hitting his g spot? he'll deadass start crying because of how good he feels, he sleeps for like 3 days straight after his heat because of how worn out he is

[taechaos]

Little Secret

pairing: step-dad!Jungkook x fem!Reader

synopsis: From a fun celebration to not getting to the bathroom on time, you pee yourself in the middle of the living room and your step-dad has to take care of you.

warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, urine, fingering in tub, dubcon

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is the disgusting fic i was talking about 🥰 not proofread, just smth i wrote in one day for fun. enjoy as long as u dont hate piss lol 😔👍

It's a night of celebration—the end of high school. It's the best celebration yet because you, after surviving hell of twelve years, are at the legal age to drink in a bar with your friends; the best night you can recall in your drunken state. Dancing, singing karaoke, giggling: pure joy.

So why are you crying while stumbling around in the living room? You sob and hiccup with a hand over your face and the other holding the couch for support. It has never been so difficult to stand straight, and you're thankful your mother's sleep is so heavy that she wouldn't wake up from your wails. 

But your step-dad's sleep is as light as a cat's, and you don't hear his heavy footsteps or grumbles as he climbs down the stairs. He rubs the sleep away from his eyes and they widen the moment they lay on you. He's about to call your name until his eyes trail down to the dark patch on your jeans. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying so loudly; it's easy to tell you're under the influence, and well, it apparently makes you very emotional since you're so upset about peeing your pants. 

But you're not exactly doing anything about it.

"Oh, it's okay," Jungkook coos and walks over to you to bring you into a light hug. 

You snuggle your face into his loose white shirt and sniffle. "I didn't– I didn't mean to," you snivel. "I-I couldn't get to the," you inhale shakily, "b-bathroom on time."

"That's okay," he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, equally disheveled as his. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It happens; it's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up."

"I-I ruined it!"

"The washing machine—"

"No," you whimper pathetically, "it's ruined. My denim—" your head rolls back along with your eyes to the back of your skull. You go limp for a few seconds, and Jungkook holds you tightly. Just as he's about to ask you if you're alright, you continue, "the denim is forever ruined!"

Stepping away from his clutches, you rub your palms against the knees of your jeans and then the damp crotch area. The crotch and knees feel different; it makes your face scrunch up in sorrow. "Never the same," you exhale in a trembling voice.

Jungkook watches you in surprise and amusement. You tend to be closed off around him, well in the past year that he's been married to your mother at least. It makes him feel guilty to like you better drunk—extroverted.

"We'll get you new jeans then," he tries to comfort, but you only shake your head. 

"Feel it."

He sighs with a breathy chuckle and feels your jeans as you asked. He touches your pockets and then your crotch, practically cupping your heat. It's still warm with your urine and you pout at the look he gives you. You misinterpret it as disappointment, but it's a look of suppressing laughter. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll wash it, okay? Your mother won't know."

You scoff and wipe your tears away. "Thank you. I-I'm very sorry, so sorry."

"Don't be. Let's go to your room," he slings his arm around your shoulder and walks you upstairs. You hold onto his waist and keep your gaze downcast. 

Your hiccups don't cease when you face the door of your bedroom. He twists the doorknob and lets you enter first. With puckered lips and tear stains on your face, you wait for him to come after you. He does, and then turns away from you. "Hand your jeans over to me, okay? I won't look."

He hears you shuffling behind him, and you don't take long to place the tainted pants in his waiting open palm. Your feet don't stay planted on the floor and you eventually land on your bed. The bathroom is right behind you, but you can't muster the energy to sit up nor open your eyes. "My underwear," you mumble with the side of your face squished against the sheets. 

At your indirect request, he cranes his neck and takes a peek at you. You're lying on your stomach and his eyes unintentionally travel to your ass. For being your step-dad, he thinks it to be okay for him to drink in this erotic sight. It isn't as if he's about to take advantage of a drunk girl, no less his step-daughter.

"You can't take them off?"

"Mm-mm," you shake your head.

He blows out a deep breath and stands before your feet. The sight of your wet panties isn't meant to be attractive, but it does get his stomach in knots. He grabs the edges of your underwear and asks you to lift your hips, which you do sluggishly. They're off within seconds and he picks up your jeans from the floor before aiming to exit. He has to get out and cleanse his mind of all his filthy thoughts from seeing your bare pussy two inches from his mouth. "Don't fall asleep before taking a shower first," he reminds with flushed cheeks and pushes the door open.

"Help me," you whine childishly before he can leave. 

He sighs your name as if exhausted—reluctant.

"Please!"

As if it's not bad enough that he got a small glimpse of your pussy, now you're asking him to give you a shower while completely naked. He's trying to be respectful by keeping his focal point at bay, but your ass is still hanging out while you're on the verge of a tantrum.

"Oh God," he mutters to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives in.

After throwing your dirty clothes in the washing machine downstairs, he returns quickly so he doesn't catch you fast asleep. Thankfully you're still awake, but not so alert.

He warns you to keep your eyes open while he fills the tub in your bathroom. There's a water bottle on your bedside table, which he tells you to drink lots from until he's back. He throws in a pink bath bomb sitting on the edge of your tub so you can hopefully relax. Never has he seen someone be in such a childlike headspace after drinking.

But childlike doesn't fit the current scenario when he's lying under your naked body in his boxers in the bathtub because you seem to be a lot clingier when drunk. You don't move a lot, which is a plus, but your butt is pressed against his crotch, which doesn't make the situation any better. 

"I'm sorry," you slur sleepily, "I really didn't mean to." He can pick up the strong scent of vodka lingering around you better in this position.

He tightens his arms around your shoulders with his hands clasped above your chest as he whispers, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. You won't remember this when you wake up, and I'll keep it a secret. Don't you worry about a thing."

"Why are you crying?" he asks softly when you start to sob again. It's a dry cry, and he's certain you don't know what you're doing yourself at this point.

"I can't do anything," you complain, "I'm so tired and-and I can't move."

He stays silent so you can comfortably babble on and on about nothing until you say, "Wash me. Please."

Jungkook lightly pecks your neck and eyes your tits before dipping his hands in the warm, pinkish water and scrubbing your shoulders. You sigh at his gentle touch, prompting him to switch to your knees. "My knees are not dirty," you grumble incoherently.

"Hm? You're not dirty?"

"I'm not dirty there."

"And you're dirty where?" He's teasing you, knowing exactly where you want to be cleaned, but that'd further agonize him with how little freedom his erection has under the tight restraints of his briefs. It wouldn't be appropriate of him to use you to get rid of it, but is it against the law to simply bathe you?

"Down," you vaguely murmur.

He can't see anything of your lower region from the courtesy of the blanket of colorful hue that the bath bomb transitioned to, which both annoys and relieves Jungkook. But his hand only listens to you as it trails down to your pelvis. "Here?"

You nod against his shoulder, and that's all the confirmation he needs to palm your vulva. You gasp and slightly jump before adjusting to the feeling of his hand. The adjustment proves to be futile when a small moan slips past your lips at his fingers grazing your labia. 

“You want me to stop?”

“No, no,” you breathe with a shake of your head. “I want to be clean, otherwise no sleep.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles and starts running his fingers down your folds. Stopping at your clit, he starts to circle the hood to thoroughly give you the cleaning you desire so much. It isn’t with any ill intentions that he gently cups your pussy and moves it up and down while you squeak out moans without shame. After a few rubs and touches, he's confident there is no more remaints of your drunk mistake. “You’re clean now, love. Want to go to bed?”

“I’m not,” you whine loudly and hold his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I’m not clean,” you cry out and he knows you’re going to start sobbing again, which you do—except your volume might risk waking your mother.

He tries to hush you, but you don’t stop with the crocodile tears. “Baby, baby, look at me,” he pulls your face by your chin, but you escape his grip easily and continue with your tantrum. “I won’t clean you if you don’t look at me.”

With your newfound defiant attitude, it's with a few huffs and puffs that you finally face him and he silences your sniveling with a press of his lips. It's not a kiss in his defence; neither of you are moving your mouths, which he appreciates now that you've gone quiet.

Now that the risk of your mother waking is taken care of, his hand is on your hidden heat again. At this point, it's easy to tell you're not worried about being clean anymore. You aren't sleepy, though you keep your eyes closed from being in this intimate proximity with Jungkook, you're in need of a climax. It's a shame that he's in a similar state as you, but if you're drunk to the point of asking your step-dad to touch you, it wouldn't be clever of him to ask you to return the favor.

Despite his clear lack of vision, Jungkook is a human anatomy professor and he finds your clit and squeezes it between two fingers easily, not to mention he's already experienced in the sex field. Your lips part into a whine and he opens his mouth to swallow your sounds as he slowly rubs your clit.

You lean into the—now labelled as—kiss needily, and he lowers his hand to poke at your entrance with his middle finger. He stupidly peeks an eye open to see if he's located it correctly, but your subtle thrust is approval enough. He cautiously shoves it inside your tightness and uses his palm to continue pleasuring your sensitive nub, grabbing your tit with his other hand to play with your nipple. 

"Oh God, hmmm," you moan against his lips and sloppily make out with him, smearing your slick saliva all over. He hums into you, unbothered by your raw affection as he thrusts his finger inside and pinches your nipple to get you to cum faster. He can't have you sobering up any time soon.

"Are you close, love?"

You murmur something in response, but it's not intelligible enough for him to understand, so he assumes you're at least getting somewhere. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, his palm against your clitoris; massages your boob more roughly and moves his mouth down to kiss your neck. As he's giving you a small love bite, your breathing turns into mere gasps with little broken moans. If he could, he would add a second finger to your pussy, but your clenching hole doesn't feel so ready when he curls his knuckle. 

You clutch onto his hair, chanting, "I'm gonna pee again, I'm gonna pee again…" 

"Try to hold it in, baby," he cuts in hoarsely without ceasing his movements. He does slow down when your legs start to shake and tremble, splashing the water as you do as he leaves calming pecks on your neck, collarbone, and a few on your lips. Not as a warning to lower your voice—your last moans are ones to savour—but to ride out your high. He has no idea if you did squirt in the tub, but he isn't going to take another shower to wash it down. He wants to feel it on his skin.

He can feel your pounding heartbeat under his hand as your body spasms and grinds on his erection. A moment of silence passes with your shaky inhales and exhales while he pets your hair. 

When he feels you calm down, he asks, "Do you feel clean now?"

"Bed."

"Alright," he whispers and kisses your cheek. Your eyes are closed and he predicts you'll be fainting soon, so he pulls the plug with ease and waits for the water to drain before pulling you up by your pits. It's a bit of a struggle because of your slippery wet skin, as well as the water weight on you, but manages to get you out and immediately throws you on the bed. He grabs a towel hanging on the bathroom door and dries you before himself.

Jungkook considers himself an honorable man most of the time, but he can't refrain from jerking off to your naked body while you doze off. Like he said, you won't remember a thing, so it'll be his little secret as he releases on your tits with a groan. He wipes off the evidence of his unorthodox actions, pecks you and your pretty little pussy before dressing you in your pajamas. 

He puts on his clothes and tucks you in before leaving your room with a quiet, "Good night, sweetheart."

All there's left to do is persuade you into doing this again while sober, because he didn't marry your wretched bitch of a mother after two months of meeting if not to have you all for himself. He doesn't mind letting you in on that one secret with time.

[minijenn]

How many cats do you have and can you tell us a bit about them?

I have 2! This first one is Rose:

As you can see she's a big ol fuckin butterball, seriously the cat is FAT but healthy despite that and the fact that shes an old lady (she just turned 11 years old). She's sort of a grump about most things unless it has to do with me, Rose is seriously obsessed with me, always wants to be chilling out next to me, loves sitting in my lap and cuddling up next to me, she's a total sweetheart despite how she might look in most pics i take of her.

Then we got my stinky little bastard man Stevie:

He's just a baby (turning 1 year old next month!) And like i said he is a Bastard with a capital B. He likes causing trouble and getting into mischief and when he plays he plays HARD (which is why Rose fucking hates him she just wants to be left alone). He's also currently in the male equivalent of going into heat so he's been even more fucking annoying than usual what with his constant wailing late at night among... Other destructive tendancies. But at the same time he can be a very sweet little boyo, he's completely adorable and the sound of his purr is a lifegiving noise imo both these cats drive me up a fucking wall but i would be lying if i said i dont adore them with all my heart and would die for either of them they're basically my children lol

[rakefired]

rakefire’s fic recs | July 2019

I haven’t produced anything lately, so I thought maybe I can rec some stuff I ‘discovered’ and enjoyed last month. I don’t know if fic review is still a thing, but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The ratings are either T or E, idk.

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Chef’s (Uns)Table by TheAlchemistsDaughter | Rated: T

A Solo Guide To Wooing Girls by Ayearandaday | Rated: T

and all i need is to be struck by your electric love by radioactivesaltghoul | Rated: T

keep me in your clouded mind by hi_raeth | Rated: T

i swear i hate you when you leave (but i like it anyway) by hi_raeth | Rated: T

Coveted by OptimisticBeth | Rated: E

Cupcake Wars by crossingwinter | Rated: E

Wanting by Minkel23  | Rated: E 

Full review:

(I said review, but this is actually a series of ‘i love this fic so much’ in different words.)

Chef’s (Uns)Table by TheAlchemistsDaughter | Rated: T

Kylo Ren is a high-powered chef with an explosive temper. Nevertheless, Rey likes him. To get him to come out of the kitchen, she and her friends try to wind him up. When someone asks for ketchup, it works a little too well.

I’m such a sucker for a hotheaded chef because of a Korean drama I watched a long time ago. And this fic is just *chef’s kiss*. I giggled the whole time. My favorite part is every time Kylo losing his shit. And he loses his shit a lot.

A Solo Guide To Wooing Girls by Ayearandaday | Rated: T

the Solo family and their weird ways to show affection.

Ben flirts and does all the wrong thing.

This fic is so adorable. Basically, Ben Solo’s flirting technique stops in when he was fourth grade and Rey just can’t be bothered (or is she really bothered by him? Hm?). Poe is Ben’s brother in this, and he fits in the Solo household so nicely.

and all i need is to be struck by your electric love by radioactivesaltghoul | Rated: T

Rey’s supposed to fake-break-up with her fake-boyfriend, but Ben’s been pissing her off more and more lately. What better way to irritate him by showering him in a public proposal that he has to say no to?

*inhales* L I S T E N

This fic has everything: Fake relationship. Dumbassery. Emotional constipation. Slow burn but not really (seriously, though. Even though this is a fairly short fic, the angst is everything). It’s got a happy and cliff-hanger ending which is totally worth it. So so funny.

keep me in your clouded mind by hi_raeth | Rated: T

Flu season has claimed its latest victim: Rey’s roommate, Ben Solo. But it’s fine. She’ll get him dressed, bring him to the hospital, and everything will be okay. Things are totally under control.

Except for the part where Ben has completely lost his verbal filter and keeps babbling about his feelings for her.

Okay. I'm very late to this fic. All I can say is, my face hurts from smiling while reading it. And I couldn’t stop thinking about the part where Ben says, “You should be my baby. And I’ll be yours.”

Eye—

i swear i hate you when you leave (but i like it anyway) by hi_raeth | Rated: T

Rey’s all about putting herself in other people’s shoes and empathy and being understanding, but Kylo Ren is The Actual Worst and no amount of empathy will ever change that. Seriously, fuck that guy. Also: literally, fuck that guy.

Or: five times Rey and Kylo have hate sex, and one time they do something... more.

Catching feelings? Rey and Ben? Pfft —

But seriously. I loved the intimacy displayed in this fic. 

There’s nothing wrong with explicit fics (I wrote one or two myself), but there’s something incredibly heart-warming when it’s being told this way. Anyway, I can’t wait to go through hi_raeth’s works.

Coveted by OptimisticBeth | Rated: E

Rey has never wanted nor needed a mate. So when it gets out that her new Pack Leader, Ben, is determined to claim her, she’s horrified to find that not only does she have to fend him off but all the strange alphas who come sniffing around. 

This is probably the first werewolf fic I’ve ever read? And I’m usually not into it (there’s nothing wrong with it). But I almost finished Soul Searching and I adore OptimisticBeth’s writing and characterization, so I just dived right in.

What I love about this fic is how delicate it is. I think that is expected since that’s also what I love about Soul Searching. 

If you find A/B/O relationship kinda off-putting due to power imbalance, etc., this fic might give you a different perspective, I think? Alpha Ben is so respectful of Omega Rey’s space, although in some situations he still makes his intention clear. And Rey is the one who has the upper hand in how their relationship progresses. I just love their dynamics.

Cupcake Wars by crossingwinter | Rated: E

Entirely by accident, Rey ends up fucking someone who works for Snoke's Cupcakery. She's just blowing off steam. It doesn't mean anything at all. It certainly won't come back to bite her in the ass.

I think crossingwinter is one of my early reylo fic writers (back when I didn’t have an ao3 account), and probably contributed in my introduction to A/B/O lol. (i want to wail (to the moon like a cat in heat) is still one of my faves.)

This fic is hilarious... and poignant, sorta? I love how real it feels. Yeah, I know, you might think, ‘well, of course it feels real! That’s the whole thing about fiction!’

But hey, look. This is what gets me attached to this fic: it feels like a story of ordinary people. And that *inhales* is *exhales* everything. The characters, their pain, their worries, their pettiness are so human.

Also, it doesn’t hurt that I can imagine Donald G and Joonas being Ben’s childhood besties, okay?

Wanting by Minkel23 | Rated: E

In one moment of weakness she gave him everything, and he’s been more than happy to take her meagre offering.

But him...

He’s always holding something back.

She tries not to let it bother her.

He said it himself, after all. They only have one night together. One night to fuck each other out of their systems. One night to quench this infernal wanting.

She’d be foolish to expect anything more.

Angst? Angst. Angst. Angst. Angst. Angst. Angst. Angst. Angst. Angst. Angst. Angst.

And it’s beautifully written. And yeah, angst.

I wish I could say something else, but angst is really the core of this fic. And Minkel23, as always, is one of the best writers in that department. 

In this story, Ben and Rey are tiptoeing around their own feelings toward each others. They end up hurting each other a lot. Like I said, angst.

Also, ruthless Leia is ruthless.

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I didn’t read a lot last month and I might miss some titles for this list, but I’m trying to get more fics this time and be more organized. 💕

[ghost-town-story]

(Inspired by this song, the fact it keeps getting stuck in our heads, and McGonagall turning into a cat when you encounter her in Wizards Unite. This is entirely a shitpost lol)

It’s a warm, sunny day. The type of day a cat would like to lounge about the courtyard, keeping a lazy, watchful eye on the students roaming past their patch of sunlight. 

A Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff are having a heated debate, just within the shadows of the doorway.

A Gryffindor sits on a bench nearby, nodding off into their book. 

“For science!” 

“We could get in so much trouble! I could get in so much trouble!” 

“Not if we tell her it’s for science!” 

The Raven’s eyes sparkle with a maniacal light. The Puffle frets nervously. 

“How do you even know that’s her?” 

“Look at her eyes.” The Raven and the Puffle look at the same time. “See those markings? Shaped like glasses, right? She’s the only cat with those marks.” 

“And if you’re right, I’ll be in detention until I die,” Puffle practically wails. 

Gryff slowly looks up from their book, blinking away sleepiness. 

“C’mon,” Raven wheedles. “All you have to do is pick her up and sing the song and we’ll see how she reacts. And then she’ll turn back and I’ll tell her it’s for science and it’ll all be good.” 

“But it won’t!”

Before Raven can start another round of cajoling, Gryff leaps to their feet, bounds across the courtyard, and scoops the cat up. They hadn’t slept a wink last night, and that book had been boring them to sleep, but Gryff had heard a challenge and now they were frickin zazzed. 

Raven and Puffle stare on, eyes wide and jaws practically on the floor. 

“You said pick her up and sing the song,” Gryff says, swinging the cat around. She’s hissing and spitting up a storm, but Gryff is too damn zazzed to care as her claws catch their skin. “I don’t know the song, but I have the cat.” 

“Go on!” Raven is a damn maniac when it comes to their “science”

Puffle whines, but joins Gryff in the sunlight and leans down to look the cat in the face. 

“Cat. I’m a kitty cat. And I dance dance dance, and I dance dance dance.” 

They look at Raven, who urges them on. Puffle sighs and repeats the little song, and Gryff swings the cat a little on the dancing line.

Apparently that was where the damn line was drawn, because with another hiss the cat shifts. Gryff drops her, and Puffle darts back into the shadows at Raven’s side as Professor McGonagall towers over Gryff, her expression stormy. 

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” she snaps.

“I dunno,” Gryff says, swaying slightly. The adrenaline is fading. They’re no longer frickin zazzed. They just want their nice soft bed and a nap that lasts approximately 12 days. 

“It’s science Professor McGonagall!” Raven rushes from the shadows, brandishing their notebook. After all, it isn’t science unless you write it down. 

“And science is bothering an innocent cat and swinging it around, singing songs at it?” Professor McGonagall’s nostrils flare. 

“Nope. Specifically you.” 

Raven’s smile would be infectious, if Puffle wasn’t so terrified and Gryff wasn’t half-asleep on their feet and Professor McGonagall was not looking like she was regretting every life decision that led her to this moment. 

“Ten points from all of you.” 

Puffle whimpers. Raven’s grin fades. Gryff slowly blinks and debates what would happen if they fell asleep right here and now. 

“But Professor--”

“Don’t make me take more points away, Young Raven,” Professor McGonagall snaps. “Or worse, detention.” 

Puffle squeals. “Sorry Professor, we’re so sorry, we’ll go right now, right?” They tug at Raven’s sleeve. 

“Good idea. And take this one with you.” Professor McGonagall herds Gryff towards Raven and Puffle. “Go take a nap little lion. You’re no good to your classmates or yourself like this.”

Gryff nods and gives Professor McGonagall a sloppy salute.

Puffle takes Gryff and Raven by the arm and marches them away. 

Later, Puffle will check the house points with a sinking heart, only to blink in confusion. Nobody else has won or lost points since their misadventure in the courtyard. Maybe the hourglasses have broken?

They can’t be broken, Raven says, because that’s old magic Puffle, and who here would know how to futz with it?

Gryff eventually drags themselves out of bed and joins Raven and Puffle in their speculations. They grin, because they have a sneaking suspicion McGonagall is an old softie after all.

After all, why else would their three houses be ten points higher than they had been before their fiasco?

Unless McGonagall had decided to reward a Gryffindor student who was brave enough to do what others were scared to do.

Unless she appreciated a loyal Hufflepuff who stayed by their friends despite the threat of trouble, and who dragged them away when the trouble became too much.

Unless she respected the curiosity and drive of a Ravenclaw student that would make Rowena Ravenclaw proud.

But Professor McGonagall would never admit any of that. 

[not-just-any-fangirl]

heyyy you lovely human :)) i have a story request id write it myself but my writing is horrible (its actually for a friend this story who recently came out) so Natsu and Lucy are talking and lucy brings up that she didnt actually run away she was disowned for being a trans-woman but explains to Natsu that him and the guild showed her there was nothing wrong with her and yeah you can take it however you want but thats the basis of it like pan!natsu and trans!lucy have a nice day :)))))))

Family

Word Count; 1441

A/N; Hey! I’m going to be doing these out of order just so I can finally dig into them! 

I love this prompt but i just want to address one thing, and idk if you even meant it like this but. Natsu doesn’t have to be pan to be attracted to Lucy if she was a trans woman. She’s a woman, and so long as women are included in Natsu’s sexuality he’s attracted to them, you know? So he could be straight and still want to be with her. I know you prob didn’t mean it this way but the wording just rubbed me the wrong way lol

Regardless I hc Natsu as demi-pansexual anyway! So it’s a moot point!

Onto the fluff!

Natsu groaned, throwing his hand of cards on the table before crossing his arms. He slunk down into his seat, fabric of his scarf settling just under his nose, leaving him free to be seen glaring at a smirking Happy. 

“You’re really bad at this,” Happy chimed, hiding a shrew grin behind a paw. He blinked at Natsu innocently when the dragon-slayer bared his fangs at the small cat. Charla and Lily might prefer being called Exceeds, but Happy had been very firm about being a cat. Nobody but cats loved fish nearly as much as Happy, after all. 

“It ain’t my fault,” Natsu grumbled, “Lucy’s like a fuckin’ bloodhound when it comes to money.”

Lucy beamed at him, proud of herself to a degree that Natsu frankly found obscene -and adorable- as she gathered all the jewels that had been tossed in a pile in the middle of the table. “I wouldn’t have to if you’d stop blowing up everything and wasting half of our reward having to repair it,” she said, flat tone replaced with a giddy sigh as she counted her winnings. “Now I have enough for rent!”

“Why don’t you move somewhere cheaper?” Happy asked. He spread his wings, sparkles drifting to the floor and dissolving into the air before they hit the fluffy carpet Lucy used to hide the scorch marks on her hardwood carpet. He circled above them twice before landing on Lucy’s head, nuzzling her temple. “Natsu and I don’t pay any rent! You should build a cottage beside us. Then we could come over all the time without having to climb in windows, and we could go fishing, and we could play tag in the forest, and-” Happy continued to list all that they could do if they were neighbours, and Natsu watched fondly as Lucy nodded along, entertaining Happy’s fantasies with suggestions and encouraging prompts. 

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, nose crinkling as her nail got caught in a small tangle. Natsu cocked his head, watching for several seconds as Lucy gently worked to free herself without disturbing Happy’s perch on her crown. 

“You should cut your hair,” Natsu said. Lucy jerked at his comment, hands coming together in her lap. Natsu frowned as he sensed the air change, Happy trailing off as well. Lucy looked at the table pointedly, shoulders tense and curled into herself in a way Natsu didn’t think he’d ever seen. 

“Why would you say that?” she asked. There was a forced nonchalance that made a sour taste form in Natsu’s mouth. 

“’Cus it always gets tangled in stuff, and, I’unno, a bob or something might suit ya, or... somethin’...” Natsu said, awkwardness creeping up his spine. He rubbed his hands on his pants, biting his tongue at how sweaty they felt all of a sudden. 

Lucy looked at him from her lashes, worrying her lower lip even as a small smile pulled up the corners. Natsu’s palms felt even sweatier and he swallowed thickly, looking at the cards still scattered on the table before flicking back to look at Lucy. 

“Ooooooh.”

Lucy blushed brightly as she swatted at the singing cat. He dove out of her reach, making kissy faces at Natsu, giggling behind his paws again. Natsu yowled as he lunged at Happy, ignoring how warm his own face felt. Happy swooped and taunted around him, Natsu’s grabs resulting in fists of air and even more teasing, Lucy calling for him to be careful of her furniture. As if that mattered when Happy was beginning to chant ‘Lucy and Natsu, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G’. 

“My side table!” Lucy wailed as Natsu caught it with the inside of his new. He cursed as he crashed to the ground, right on top of a screaming Lucy. 

Jewels floated through the air, landing around them. Lucy blinked up at Natsu, eyes wide and golden hair splayed out on the floor, loose curls caught between Natsu’s fingers where he had braced himself. They stayed there, both frozen as they looked at one another. Heat curled in Natsu’s gut, one he was feeling more often than he had ever in his life, not the powerful and angry source like his magic. This heat was kind of softer, a gentle simmer that made him trip over his feet or grin stupidly. It kind of reminded Natsu of a spring day or a hug. 

Natsu kind of wanted to punch it. 

“You two have weird looks on your face.”

Natsu grunted as there was suddenly a Lucy-sized-hand in his face, smushing his cheek as she pushed him off. Natsu glared at her pout from her he laid on the ground on his stomach, pulling a cushion from the sofa down for him to hug and prop his head with. “You’re mean.”

“And you need to learn the meaning of personal space,” Lucy huffed. Her pout grew larger, cheeks puffing like a chipmunks and arms crossing over her ribs. Natsu poked her side and sniggered at her squeak. 

Lucy groaned as she fell tot he floor beside Natsu, still pouting halfheartedly. He handed her a pillow, grinning at her eye roll and found smile as she took it. 

“Hey, Luce?” Natsu asked, watching her carefully. “How come you got all weird when I said you should cut your hair?”

Lucy’s smile dampened and her fingers tightened on the pillow. Her honey brown eyes seemed duller when she looked at Natsu, sharpening as she nodded to herself. 

“My da- Jude used to tell me to cut my hair. To keep it a proper length and to not be such a disappointment,” Lucy spoke softly, and Natsu waited quietly for her to continue, knowing now was not the time to interrupt with questions. “He said mom had spoiled me too much, encouraging my delusions. Learning magic, writing, acting like... a girl.”

“Why couldn’t you act like a girl? You are a girl?” Happy asked. He sat between Natsu and Lucy, his paw resting on her knee. 

“Jude didn’t think so,” Lucy said, a bitterness and tiredness creeping into her voice. 

“How come, Lucy?” Natsu asked softly. 

Lucy looked at him, small smiling slipping away as she took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. 

“Becuase I wasn’t born one.”

Silence fell over the room. Happy moved to curl into a ball against Lucy’s stomach, Natsu scanning Lucy’s face as he thought. 

“Yes you were.”

Lucy’s eyes flew open, staring at Natsu wide and in shock. “You’re a woman, right? Use she and her, like to smell pretty and keep yourself clean and buy cute shit, yeah?” Natsu pressed. Lucy nodded, swallowing thickly. Natsu ignored the way her lower lip trembled, and how much he wanted to still it with his thumb. “Then you’re a girl. And even if you weren’t, it wouldn’t matter. You’d be Lucy. That’s all I care about. It’s all your family cares about too.”

“Family?” Lucy asked. Her voice was hoarse, eyes watering as Happy nuzzled into her and squeezed himself between her body and her arms. 

“Yeah, Weirdo! Fairy Tail’s your family. And we wouldn’t change a thing ‘bout you.” Natsu grinned at her. Maybe if he smiled big enough she’d smile too and wouldn’t cry. Natsu never knew what to do when Lucy cried. A gurgle caught in his throat when he was suddenly crushed in a hug, a sniffling Lucy attached to his chest. “D-don’t cry! I- shit, Luce, I’m sorry I didn’t mena-”

Lucy shook her head, curling into his chest even tighter. “Thank you, Natsu.”

Natsu laid still, arms hovering over her shoulders, unsure what to do. The warm heat in his gut came back from before, but this time it spread to his whole body. Natsu was especially aware of it where Lucy was pressed into his chest and her knees knocked against his thigh. Slowly he rested his arms on her, light enough that she could break free with just a shift. “You don’t know how much I needed to hear that.”

“Anything, for you Luce,” Natsu said. He hugged her tighter, burying his nose in her hair. She smelled good, but Lucy always smelt good to him. He thought she’d look cute with a bob, but Natsu had a sneaking suspicion that he’d think she’d look cute with any hairstyle. Maybe even bald. Okay, probably not bald, but still. Natsu opened an eye when he felt a devious gaze on them. 

Don’t. He thought at Happy, who had peeked his head over Lucy’s shoulder. His eyes were pinched slyly, knowing grin making Natsu shiver. Happy could read a room when he wanted to though, and knew this was more important for Lucy than teasing Natsu would be for him. And that he had all night to pester Natsu when they went back to the cabin. 

Unless Natsu claimed Lucy’s bed before they she tried to kick them out, that is.

[jeenonamit]

profoundlysweetcrusade replied to your post “I was thinking about your abo fic(I'm very excited to see how are you...”

@reylowhispers I mean what does mean Kylo is an omega?

Oh, I’m definitely not the right person to explain the whole Alpha/Omega thing. If you’re interested in knowing more you should check out the following excellent fics, which do a great job of laying it all out very clearly:

Your Pretty Little Heart

Gonna Get Myself Connected

i want to (wail at the moon like a cat in heat)

At least 95% of what I know about Alpha/Omega I learned from reading these fics (and from convos with @spacedarcy and @galacticprideandprejudice, who were very patient with me lol). It’s... different, and not a concept that would have occurred to me in a vacuum. But it is awesome omg. And often very smutty lol.

[luvdsc]

we actually didnt really go to another country! the country i live in has small islands around so we just went to one of the islands! the water was soo nice and warm because of the heat but it rained a lot TT. phyllis the kitty sounds so cute! 🥺💓 i love their name omggg

thank u so much for the tips! they helped a lot! ill try to write more and hopefully expand my account with tags!!

also congrats on ur 2 year anniversary! its amazing that uve been doing this for so long :00, i hope ull continue to write more amazing fics!! <33

- anpanman anon

omg that sounds absolutely lovely, honey bee!!! aaaaa I’m so jealous, I wanna go on a fun island vacation too 💝 I think the closest islands to me would be hawaii?? djuddjdk this is making me miss the beach now 🏝🏖 did you get to swim a lot? and was it humid there because of the heat and rain? :o phyllis is super cute, but she’s so needy for attention dhdhdjdnfn she always sits in the bathroom and wails, and then she sticks her head out to make sure you’re listening and then wails even louder 😭 my clients and bosses really thought I had a small child in the house, but no, it’s just one needy cat 😔

And of course, sweetpea! 💓 I’m sorry I don’t have a lot of tips, I kinda just post and once it’s out there, that’s it, and I hope for the best and that nobody is too mean about my writing 🤧 I know the tagging system is really fickle too tho unfortunately /:

Thank you so much for your well wishes and support, sweetpea! 🥺💞 I can’t believe it’s already been two years on this blog, like it still feels like I just opened it to me :’) I’ve actually been writing online since I was like 13-14 I think ?? It’s been a wild ride LOL but I’m so grateful for all of it 💗

[roseygirlstories226]

Lightning Pt.3

(Disclaimer: I own all characters in the story and is purely of my own creation and is a work of fiction so any semblance to person(s) or place(s) is a coincidence. The characters in my story may not be used with out permission.)

I’m so sorry it took so long to get the ending of this story out. Real life can be hectic though lol.

Lightning Pt.3

However once seeing it for herself it was if they had stepped through a portal and into another world, or time even. In the middle of the room sat a large four poster bed, from where she was she could see that each column was carved with vines and ivy leaves, the head board matching but in the center of it was a delicately carved unicorn rearing as if in defiance. On the far wall facing the bed was a large open fire place, the mantle lined with books looking older than her grandmother. To the left of her was a large sofa that seemed as if it would fit him comfortably. “Do you like my room little kitten?” When she could only nod he chuckled before walking over to his bed, sitting down on the edge he placed her so that she sat across his lap, his hand moving to cup the back of Hannah’s head “I will make this night one you will remember for all time my little kitten” he leaned her back slightly as he bent over her and kissed her passionately. Hannah’s hands moved to grip his arm tightly as she felt a shock run through her body straight to her core, it made her whimper while her back arched. She heard him chuckle, but it was different this time. It was deeper, more masculine, and very seductive; she knew he had had something to do with what she just felt but with the way he was kissing her, Hannah didn’t care. She shivered when she felt cool air brush against the upper half of her body and she realized that with out her noticing he had unlaced her corset before pulling it off of her and dropping it on the ground. His hand caressed her breast, palming it, caressing it while making her moan pitifully into the kiss. When he lightly pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger she broke the kiss to cry out as she felt another shock run through her body, grinning he lifted her slightly and nuzzled her nipple with his lips before suckling on it sending yet another jolt through her. Hannah’s back arched again, her claws slightly ding into his arm when a climax hit her hard surprising her. Pulling back he grinned down at her, his blood red eyes having become darker with his own growing desire “the first of many my little kitten” before she knew it he had found the zipper to her skirt and pulled the material off her body leaving her in nothing but a skimpy thong, he grinned at her and his eyes flashed before the sound of tearing fabric filled the room and her underwear were nothing more than a thin scrap of material. Hannah opened her mouth to protest angrily, those had been her favorite… and expensive… pair of thongs and now they where garbage. Before she could yell at the big male he sealed his lips over hers and kissed her passionately. She struggled for a minute before whimpering into the kiss and clung to him shamelessly as another shock raced through her body to her core, making her body ache. As he kissed her his large hand traveled down from her breast, down her rib cage where she squirmed as it tickled her, down over her belly, and finally cupping her sex making her gasp into the kiss. She couldn’t believe that this was happening, she’d started out on a bum date where the guy had stood her up not even bothering to call or text that he wasn’t going to show, to having her car break on the high way, and getting soaked only to wind up in the arms of what she could guess was a unicorn, though he honestly looked like a God. She didn’t know how any of this was possible because all her life she’d thought unicorns didn’t exist and… and… ohhh GOD the things he was doing to her body! Using his index finger and his ring finger he had spread her pussy open and was using his middle finger to swirl around the sensitive nub very slowly so that while it heightened the pleasure it didn’t allow her to work up towards an orgasm. Reaching around with his other arm he gripped her breast tightly and massaged it in his massive hand and the shocks, those delicious shocks were coming faster now and her body felt as though it was going to catch fire with how badly she burned, so that when he suddenly pressed his finger against her clit and tormented it she came, screaming for a second time. Her back arched and her eyes squeezed shut as she thrashed against him with the intensity of it. When she finally calmed down she could feel something hot and hard throbbing at her side, looking over her eyes just about bulged from her head as she looked at the massive equine cock that stood at attention and twitched every now and then. He smirked down at her, his finger lightly tapping at her clit making her body twitch and jump every now and then “it is you’re turn now my sweet” she looked at him dumbfounded before looked back at his throbbing member “m-my turn?” She asked him unsure of what he meant in her sex fogged brain. With a snort he gripped her hair and pushed her head towards his cock so that her lips pressed against it and her eyes opened wide when it clicked on what it was that he wanted and even though her black fur covered it she blushed scarlet. Hesitantly she opened her mouth and took a tentative lick and found that his heated flesh tasted of salty and earthy with only what she could describe as what the air smelled like after a thunderstorm. Finding the flavor irresistible she began placing little licks and kisses here and their along the length of his shaft while using her hand to cup his large balls and fondle them and she was rewarded when a deep groan and a jerk of his hips. Feeling a little braver she leaned up and began to suckle the edge of the head that was slowly starting to flare before opening her mouth wide and stuffed as much of his member into her mouth as she could being careful of her sharp teeth, and she moaned as a drop of pre-cum beaded out on to her tongue and she swallowed down before her hand wrapped around his shaft as best as it could and she began to hungrily suck on his length almost making herself choke on it. Hearing him groan and stomp his hoof on the floor made her smile as it gave her a boost in confidence, her free hand moving to explore his thigh and lower belly. Groaning louder he pulled her legs open and slid a thick finger deep into her pussy making her whimper and suck on his cock harder as he began to pump it in and out of her body quickly. Looking down at her body he smirked and adding a second finger to the first, he curled them and applied pressure to her g-spot before sending a jolt through her body. Her eyes open wide and she pulled back from his throbbing cock to scream and arch her back as the jolt forced her to climax violently making her juices squirt over his thighs, through the haze of pleasure she could hear him chuckle “it appears as if I have made you wet again my little feline” glaring at him, she lightly and slowly grazed her sharp fangs up his shaft making him groan loudly and shudder before she relaxed the muscles in her neck and slid his length as far down her throat as much as she possibly could making him whiny loudly. “What a naughty cat you are, kittens who misbehave need a spanking” she let go of his cock and tried to protest as he pulled his fingers from her body, turning her to the side he brought his large hand down against her ass, the cracking sound of him smacking her rump filled the room and made her cry out. She didn’t have time to cry out from the pain as he lifted her up, held her against his chest, and impaled her on his enormous cock making her pussy stretch around his girth. Hannah did how ever whimper as she felt him rip through her virginity and the warmth of her blood flow down and over his thighs. His large equine shaft kept sliding deep into her body and she didn’t know weather or not to fight him or cry out in pleasure even though her rump still stung fiercely from the smack. Looking down at Hannah he smirked as he could see the warring emotions on her face and his bucked his hips against her making her cry out loudly. Hannah looked down at her self and her eyes opened wide, she could see that he had almost fully entered her with the thrust of his hip. He should be tearing past her uterus at this point but he wasn’t, she only felt extremely full… and oh god he felt good… He started to thrust into her hard and fast and the thought of the smack completely vanished from her mind, all she could think of was how amazing he felt. Hannah began to pant heavily and her hands gripped his arms tightly as his thrusts became harsh and body jarring, her breasts swaying heavily, while her mouth hung open as she painted. “Ohhh god…. ohhh please…. fuck me!” Gripping her hair tightly he pulled her back and grinned almost cruelly at her “as you wish my little Feline” screaming loudly and arching her back it felt as though his girth seemed to double in size and he began to slam into her. The room filled with the sounds of screams and grunts followed by wet slaps, the creek of a bed, and thunderous claps of thunder that seemed to be happening faster and faster. Gripping her hips he angled them towards him and Hannah’s eyes just about rolled back as he began to slam against her g-spot, looking up at him she could see his eyes were squeezed shut and he was panting heavily, a vein stood out against the side of his neck. Seeing him in such pleasure sent a shiver down her back, and she could feel herself tightening around him. Pressing her face against his chest she screamed out over and over while her hips strained against his thrusting cock “ohhh fuck!…. I- I’m going too….” her head fell back in a silent wail as she climaxed, her whole body shuddering, her inner muscles clamping down around his length. She felt him stiffen against her, his hands squeezing her hips tightly, and his head lifted to give a thunderous cry while his horn sparked lighting across the room. She felt a burning heat flood her body as he climaxed and she could feel each pulse run through his cock with every blast of his seed into her body. Slumping against him she panted heavily “that was… amazing” she heard him chuckle warmly if not a little out of breath himself, but it sounded differently… he felt differently, almost fuzzy. Looking up at him she gasped, it was like looking through a growing fog “what… what’s happening?” She watched as he smiled at her and strangely felt her eyes begin to water as he caresses her cheek “the storm is over my little feline… time for me to return” a tear trickled down her cheek and she held onto him tightly “but, I don’t even know your name…. you can’t go” leaning down he nuzzled his cheek against hers and nickered softly in her ear “when the storm comes again, look for me…” he kissed her softly and when he pulled back she could see through him making her choke back a sob “but how will I…” his voice echoed and everything began to grow black “you’ll know my Hannah…” her body was suddenly devoid of the pressure that was his shaft filling her and she was slightly chilly with out the warmth of the fire. Blinking she found herself standing in front of her home, the stars twinkling above her, the sweet smell of a fresh rain and ozone after a storm filling the air, if it wasn’t for the growing soreness between her legs she would have thought that the whole thing had been her imagination, a means of helping her cope with the stress of walking home through a wicked storm. Smiling to herself she unlocked her door, not even caring that she was some how holding her keys when she’d been sure she’d forgotten them with her car. Humming to herself, her tail swaying behind her lazily she headed for the shower to clean off before heading to bed.

Done!!

[dianasclermont]

I was tagged by @castlecrumbledovernights <3

1. Name: Emily

2. Nickname: People normally end up shortening my name to Em? So I guess that.

3. Height: 5′6 - 7″, closer to 5′7″ though i think

4. Orientation: bi

5. Nationality: American (nationality is where you're from right?)

6. Favorite fruit: Kiwi’s but I’m slightly allergic so i don’t eat them often. so I guess strawberries or raspberries would be close seconds.

7. Favorite season: Fall

8. Favorite flowers: poppies

9. Favorite scent: Rose

10. Favorite color: Dusty rose or mint green

11. Favorite animal: a toss up between cats and foxes

12. Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: I’m a heavy coffee drinker but I enjoy tea a tad bit more.

13. Average sleep hours: 7-8 hours of shitty sleep, usually less lol - i already have a hard time sleeping but one of my cats insists on wailing in the middle of the night because he wants to be fed.

14. Dog or cat person: cat person 100%

15. Favorite fictional character: maybe lorelai gilmore or cheryl blossom or lucifer (from the FOX tv show), i watch too many things to think of all the characters i love

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: just a normal bed sheet and a down blanket. right now i have a heating blanket on my bed too since it gets cold at night

17. Dream trip: to probably either ireland or scotland

18. Blog created: shiiiiiit. i don't know. i’ve been on this hell site for too long..... lets see i graduated from high school in 2013 and i had one all of high school, so... 2009? maybe even 2008.

19. Number of followers: 128

20. Random fact: i love watching ghost shows like ghost adventures but i could never actually go ghost hunting bc I'm a scaredy cat and can’t even handle horror movies. So I’d most likely pee myself.

Lets see, I tag @lilisreinhearts and @karadavers since you two are the only other people besides claire i really interact consistently.