#alrighty this is the last one lol

[stylinsoncity]

yuzu harry's pov: after Harry returns from the hospital and meets Tyler in New York

“How are things with Louis?” Tyler asks.

“Fine,” Harry says.

“Just fine?”

“I don’t really feel like talking about Louis with you. Maybe we just focus on business.”

Tyler looks at Harry imploringly. “I apologised to him. At the hospital. He didn’t want to hear it, but I am sorry to both of you. Believe it or not, I was trying to help. I swear to you, Harry, I thought history was repeating itself or something. I thought you were scared to tell Louis ‘cause you didn’t want to be hurt again. I hated seeing you like that back then. I’ve only ever tried to have your back, to help you even if I thought you weren’t helping yourself.”

“You still sound like my mum.”

Tyler sighs and pushes his hands through his dark hair. He looks a bit haggard and Harry can't help but feel pity for him. “I’m sorry about that too.”

“Next time you start thinking I’m helpless, maybe talk to me. Or better yet, assume I’m not helpless,” Harry says. “I don’t get everything right, but I’m right about Louis. I’ve never been more right about anything. And if you took the time to actually get to know him, you’d see he was nothing like Jon. He's the best person. He's funny and smart and kind and I love him. I'm going to marry him. I'm going to be with him as long as humanly possible. And I don't actually care if you're alright with that. But you'll have to be if you want to be in my life as something other than my business parter."

“I hear you,” Tyler says. "I'm genuinely sorry."

“Yeah, you said,” Harry says.

“It won’t happen again. I'll apologise to him again.”

“I don't know about that," Harry says. "He didn't like your last apology all that much."

Tyler huffs a laugh. "I'll work on it, then."

"Good," Harry says. He crosses his arms in what he hopes is a triumphant manner. Doing so with a cast turns out to be painfully awkward, but it's too late to abort now.

“You don’t have to go back to London,” Tyler says. “I talked to Sophie and I can split my time between here and home until we find a new head chef.”

Harry’s brows crease. “No. What?" He looks at him like he's crazy. "That’s not what we agreed.”

“But you don’t want to go back.”

“You’re still making decisions for me, mate,” Harry says, massaging his forehead. “You’re literally still doing it.”

“Alright,” Tyler says, holding his palms up. “Do you want to go back?”

“No,” Harry says. “But I will. Because that’s what we agreed. Because you have a daughter who needs you around. And because me and Louis will be alright.”

[bonus-links]

mandatory directors commentary ask because I’m absolutely obsessed with them <333 I just think it’s really cool seeing what you put into each update it’s so interesting :)

OKAY BUCKLE UP

a kind of important piece of context that's probably missing for this conversation wake and tetra have is that they were dating and broke up fairly recently. it felt awkward to shoehorn in a line about it but there u have it. anyway that's why wake feels the need to ask tetra to keep an eye on outset in the first place. like she'd actually say no.

did u know tetra has this image of the hero of time in her room on the ship? this worked out very well for me having that in frame hehe. it's also where the sun motif in the "we're cursed" panel comes from!

i like the idea that wearing big fancy earrings is a part of formal dress across all hylian cultures, and outset is no different! these particular ones wake is wearing are based on abalone shells which i think make really beautiful jewelry :-)

i just want to call attention to this relationship chart panel. wake doesn't even know that the first thing slate did was put a sword to wolf's neck. he doesn't know how right he is

this location is the top of ganondorf's tower. it's a little bit more of a symbolic image than a memory tho. fun fact, when you look at this location in noclip tetra is just standing there without her eyes loaded in. spooky stuff

okay, now onto the big one. the flood scene! this is in fact a vision Loft had of the original divine flood that created the Great Sea, and Loft is putting the pieces together. The one in the middle is actually wind waker's hyrule castle, not a temple like i've seen a few people guess. i had this really strong image in my head of the flood starting by pouring out of Hyrule Castle. does this make sense logistically, given the barrier we see around Hyrule Castle implies it was saved from the flood? maybe not, but I couldn't get the idea out of my head, so in the comic it goes

we don't ever seen WW's castle town in the game, so I actually used OOT's castle town as a reference. I just really needed a reference for this or else my head was gonna explode lol. that's also OOT's death mountain, which is mostly just there to show the spread of the flood.

this ending bit with the flood is kind of intended to be a continuation of the Farosh scene on the bridge. Loft is going to continue to have and be reminded of terrible visions of the future, and that anxiety he has around that isn't going to just go away. But I really wanted a scene where he acts on what Slate told him on the bridge— don't pity this place. He snaps himself out of it and chooses to join the party.

another note on that last panel lol, the person who's waving to him is Rose, the pig lady from the bonus comic!

alrighty I think that's all I got for now

[nervoussagittarius]

hey, let’s not be alone tonight

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: matt introduces his girlfriend to the world through a video on his personal channel, request

warnings: extreme fluff, maybe some swearing who knows lol

matt sat in the driver seat of his car looking down at his lap. his face displayed a slightly distraught look as he glanced up into the camera.

“hi guys welcome backs to my personal channel…god i hate filming by myself.” he said with a sigh.

his gloomy look soon brightened into a smile as he stated “luckily i’m alone tonight” and turned the camera hoping both of you were in frame. you simultaneously laughed at his little bit before realizing that the camera was in fact very much crooked.

“hey matt,” you said pointing to the lens.

“oh fuck, let me fix it. hang on guys” he said holding a hand up to the camera in a “wait” motion .

matt quickly got out of the car making his way around to the front. he conducted you on which way to move the camera so both of you were evenly in the frame.

you tried to concentrate at the task at hand, but everytime you looked at matt for direction he made a funny face back at you, making you laugh.

“is that good? i can’t tell” you said calling to matt. he sent you a thumbs up in response, and made his way back to his seat.

matt and you were in sync as you looked at each other, then to the camera, and then back to each other.

“you ready?” he questioned reaching down to hold your hand over the center console.

“absolutely” you replied.

“guys, you were all wrong…. i’m coming clean and telling you that i’m still as single as i’ve ever been” matt said with a very serious look on his face.

“what?” you exclaimed with a slight giggle, looking at matt. he tried not to break character, but didn’t last very long as you poked his cheek getting him to smile.

“i’m just kidding,” he said “this is my girlfriend y/n. all of you have been speculating so we thought it was time to announce it.”

”you can talk you know” he chuckled softly squeezing your hand.

“i know, i just didn’t want to cut you off” you whispered, looking into his blue eyes as they softened at your statement.

“hi guys, i’m y/n” you finally repeat waving at the camera.

matt couldn’t take his eyes off of you. you looked so perfect sitting under the lights of his car. he didn’t want to pressure you into having to succumb to parts of his lifestyle, but your willingness to participate in a video with him made him love you even more.

matt was very private with his personal business. he didn’t like people speculating or starting rumors. for the longest time he didn’t want to expose you to the hate that came from his job, but he wanted nothing more then to be able to show you off to the world. you were everything to him and he wanted to celebrate that.

“matt..” you said softly, grabbing his attention. “do you want to tell them what we’re doing today?”

“oh yeah, so i was gonna make an instagram story asking you guys to ask us questions, but i couldn’t figure out how to do it, and then i realized it would spoil the suprise. so nick and chris wrote us a couple questions that they figured you’d want us to answer.”

you released your hand from matt’s with a giggle at his statement, picking up your drink. this caught his attention as he quickly grabbed your drink from you, putting it in your other hand, and grasped the left one back in his.

this made you give him a “really?” look but he just responded with a shrug and a brief kiss to your cheek.

“alrighty” he said dragging out the y. “we’re gonna start out simple and take turns answering questions. y/n is going to go first with the question ‘how did we meet?’”

you laughed, “so matt and i actually have different views on how me met, but nick cleared it up for us because he has a better memory of the situation.” matt jokingly rolled his eyes and he looked at you intently.

“i know that we originally met at a vintage thrift store when i had complimented nick on his shirt. i was wearing this vintage leather jacket and he loved it, so he wanted to show matt and chris. that’s actually when we met, but matt claims he wasn’t there for that, so to him we met at a small gathering one of our mutual friends had for their birthday.”

“i promise i was not there when you first met nick and chris”

“how did they get to that vintage store then matt? you drive them everywhere.” you broke out in laughter at the dumbfounded look on his face.

“okay you may have a point, but i’m still sticking to my original story.” he said passing you the phone to ask the next question.

“okay baby, whatever you say.” you patted his cheek as he once again rolled his eyes at you lovingly.

“how long have we been together?” you asked.

he pretended to think for a second before saying “seven months. literally the best days of my fucking life.”

“really?” you said looking up at him with a small smile on your face.

“of course. i love being with you”

you guys stared at eachother for a few seconds before you cleared your throat looking away with a slight blush on your face.

“okay, next question.” you got out quickly, not being able to make eye contact with matt.

you and matt have been together for a decent amount of time, yet he still manages to suprise you and make you nervous daily. he thinks it’s cute, but you find it a little frustrating. he loves seeing how he can still make you blush just by looking at you. it boosts his ego and tells him he’s doing something right.

“how do you manage a healthy relationship? i feel like nick and chris are asking this questions for themselves because neither of them can stay in a relationship” matt laughed.

“i think it’s all about how you communicate and developing a flow that will bind both of your lives without disrupting the previous routine.” you said through giggles.

“it’s definitely important to make time for each other, but you also have to make time for yourself. especially with matt’s job being very time consuming. we’ve done a lot of trial and error to figure out what’s best for us and our relationship. matt and i also have a rule that we can’t go to sleep mad at each other so it kinda forces us to figure our shit out.”

“i agree.” matt says looking at the camera giving them a slight head tilt. he leaned his head back on his seat turning to look at you.

“okay last question for the night. would we ever start a channel together?”

“do you want to answer this together?” matt asks. you nod.

“on three” you reply.

three counts are made before you both answer. “fuck no” “absolutely not”

the serious faces you’re both making are soon broken as you fall into eachother laughing. a few seconds pass before matt lifts his head first placing a kiss to your hair.

“listen, we’re not saying that y/n will never appear in a video again, but neither of us want the hassle or the constant publication of our relationship on the internet”

“yeah, we’re definitely not one of those couples.” you say with a smile, still leaning your head on matt’s shoulder.

matt finally released your hand, grabbing the camera off the dash. you took this time to take a sip of your drink as matt placed the focus on you.

“any last words for the viewers?”

“we love you all and i hope you’re prepared for matt’s constant talk about me, because nick and chris complain about it all the time.”

you grabbed the camera pointing it at matt.

“and what are your last words mr. matthew sturniolo?”

he looked over the camera to you and then back to the lens.

“let’s kiss the camera, babe” he said.

you both leaned forward to place a short peck on the camera lens. pulling back, you both laughed at the fog and matt wiped the lens clean as he ended the video.

“do you think they’ll like it?” you asked softly.

“i think they’ll love it because you’re perfect, and funny, and beautiful, and i love you.” matt rambled.

“i love you too, matt,” you smiled.

you took his hand, once again, as he started the short drive back to his house.

comments:

i’ve never seen two people more perfect for eachother

the fact that matt wouldn’t let go of her hand the entire time did something to me

i don’t blame y/n. i too would get nervous if i was in the presence of matt sturniolo

nick and chris being the biggest supporters of their relationship and making them questions is so cute.

i can’t wait to see all of the posts matt makes about y/n now

crying at how adorable they are

an: i’m in love with this one and them. i hope y’all enjoyed it as well🤍🤍

[elsweetheart]

cats cradle

synopsis: ellie and her failed lab experiment bestie navigate her first ever heat.

♪ lana del rey, the weeknd — stargirl interlude ♪

cw: whew, this is gonna be a lot. fem reader, reader is a failed lab experiment which gives her cat like appearance in a few ways (ears, tail, claws etc) not furry porn, reader is mentioned to be 20 purely just for detail purposes but you can just change to whatever in your head idk, readers tail touches ellie in the night without knowing really lol, smut / strap on sex / foreplay / dry humping, overstimulation, small blood kink feature but nothing crazy at all, reader is just crazy and horny and primal, cockwarming. lmk if i missed any !

an: alrighty, here it is. i cannot stress this enough — if this isn’t your kind of thing, please just don’t read it. i won’t be offended if you don’t, i just don’t wanna hear any bs in my inbox please! this was experimental and i don’t even know if i like this fic or not so please be gentle. to the people who have been so sweet and encouraging throughout my up and downs of writing this, thank you and i love you! as usual, minors and ageless blogs do not interact you aren’t welcome here. enjoy! 🐈‍⬛ 🤍

WINTER

Spring would be here soon. That was all you could think of, a dull anxiety thrumming in the pit of your stomach at the thought. You stared at the solitary bright yellow flower peeking through its blanket of snow, the downfall of ice from the blizzard outside the window beating it mercilessly against the wind— and yet it stood, continuing to pop back up, almost like it was taunting you. You wished you could love spring. The thing about seasons changing was that they happened without permission and whether you liked it or not. Truthfully, you loved the idea of flowers and dresses and warmth on your skin, but it made it all the more difficult to hide the…elements of you that people wouldn’t understand. You weren’t talking about scars, or hair or bumps, no. You were talking about —

“What’cha lookin’ at.” The mellow voice of your best friend Ellie Williams broke you out of your thoughts, traipsing up behind you to sit with you on the window seat, tucked into an alcove below rotting bay windows in the abandoned house the two of you were holed up in on patrol, whilst the blizzard outside came down hard. She gets comfortable, drawing her knees up as she leant against the chipped paint, accommodating to make more room for you. Your head snapped towards her, towards her grey hoodie that — wasn’t you wearing that last night? shutup, and her khaki green jacket zipped up over it, jeans and Converse and messy bun tucked into the nape of her neck. Pretty. Always pretty. Always just a friend you couldn’t touch. Not how you wanted to, anyway.

“Nothing? Just watching the snow fall.” You sigh out wistfully, knowing you’d both rather be in bed on this early, freezing cold morning.

“Yeah? Y’looked worried about something.” She rasps, toeing you with the dirtied white tip of her maroon chucks and tilting her head. You dart your eyes back to the yellow flower springing up to see it finally get pummelled down by a huge globe of powdery snow. Hah.

“Just scared the snow will cover up the door and lock us in here.” You nibble your lip, tugging your pink wooly hat tighter over your head, ensuring it was still in place. She shook her head, casually, and her blasé attitude to most things often eased any anxieties that dwelled within you.

“There’s a smashed window in one of the rooms I checked, can climb out if we need to. S’why it’s so fuckin’ freezing in here.” She rubbed her arms in tribute to this statement, puffing out her cheeks for a moment. “You not cold?”

“Oh, I’m cold.” You flit your eyes over her with faux judgement. “Just not being a baby about it.” She huffs out a laugh, folding her arms.

“Fuck you, dude.”

Dude. You roll your eyes. Always dude, but ‘baby’ in your late night daydreams. You scrub the thought away.

An hour passes, and the snow is still coming down hard. 8:54AM.

“Okay, I’m sorry — what do you mean you’ve never played truth or dare before. Have you like, never met someone your age?” She’s smirking, always relishing in your lack of general knowledge because honestly, it made her feel like she had more to offer and teach you. You’re drawing a palm tree on the window’s condensation, the tropical sight doing nothing to mask the dreary weather outside of it.

“Okay first of all, we aren’t the same age — you’re twenty-two. That’s a few more years of experience to learn stuff that I haven’t.”

“And how old are you again? Eighteen?” She pretends to think.

“Twenty. And you knew that, idiot.”

She snickers, muttering a teasing “Baby face.” under her breath, drawing a comical penis shape with her finger beside your palm tree making you tsk and swat her away.

“Secondly, no— my old camp were all like, old people. I was the youngest there. Didn’t have anyone to teach me any of your weird games.”

It took you about twelve years of your life to realise that normal preteen girls didn’t have pointed ears atop their head, or a tail, or retractable claws and fangs. You knew you were different, yes. No one else in your small camp had features quite like yours, and you really knew you were different because you spent your life in hiding. Under protection. Ears shoved under hats and tail bunched beneath tight jeans. Hence, you know — the fear of warmer weather approaching.

You didn’t quite know where you came from and you were okay with that. Whispers between the couple that raised you, talks of your real dad being a scientist before this all went down which explains things… enough. You didn’t really want to know how you ended up this way, because it couldn’t have been good — or ethical for you to grow up part girl part animal.

19 years old, and you had moved into Jackson. Found at the gate. No more camp. No more found family. Just a girl who survived, stood in the snow. You’d met Ellie, a friend of Jesse who’d found you — and the two of you had hit it off instantly, as friends of course. Ellie liked how different you are to her, pretty naive with lots to learn in comparison to her hard edges and weathered attitude. When you weren’t biting back playfully at her sarcasm you were the ray of sunshine she’d needed in the snow globe that she lived in. She’d even stepped up to take you with her on patrol and ease you into learning how to fend for yourself a little, a skill you never acquired with your old group. That brings you here, sat on a window seat, trapped by a blizzard, doing very little learning. Okay, back to you Ellie.

“Truth or dare is not weird, I swear. Look, we can play it. Pass the time whilst we wait for the blizzard to chill out. You in?”

“Okay.”

“So,” She crosses her legs now. “You can pick, truth or dare. If you don’t answer your truth, I get to pick a dare. And uh, vice versa. Yeah. It’s simple.”

You nod, and she continues — rambling in typical Ellie style.

“Like, okay. Truth or dare?”

“Dare!” You grin happily.

“Alright, I dare you to run into the blizzard naked.”

“Uh — truth! Truth!” You change your answer, making her laugh.

“Alright… tell me about your first kiss.” She’s giddy, on the precipice of a laugh, dying to make fun of whatever story you come out with and you falter, dragging your eyes back to the window. The palm tree you drew in the condensation is starting to drip and create long clear lines down the window.

“I already told you, never met people around my age so… haven’t had one.” You shrug, peeling a bit of old paint off the windowsill. You glance up and she’s nodding with her lips turned down, trying really hard not to look judgy because she wasn’t, she swears and she didn’t want you to feel bad. She tucked away the thought that she found it cute. Found you cute. The thought of being your first kiss flashed through her mind as quickly as she erased it.

“Alright. No shame in the game. We’ll get you there.” She pats your foot reassuringly and you tense up in embarrassment slightly, a claw spiking through the knit of your glove making you close your palm into a fist on your lap. Ellie had heaps of experience, which kind of made your confession more embarrassing.

“Your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Her answer is almost instant.

“Boring.” You giggle.

“Whatever.”

You sigh… eyes wandering around the room, over the dusty canvases on the wall with paintings of mountains, perhaps the very mountains that surrounded your town— you couldn’t tell. What could you ask her? What did you actually want to know? What didn’t you already know? You bite your lip, eyes flickering around.

“Take your time.” She raises an eyebrow and you huff at her impatience.

“Okay, tell me something you’ve never told anyone else before. A secret that’ll literally bind us for life.” Your eyes twinkle and now it’s her turn to falter. She doesn’t want to glance at her covered arm, but she does anyway. Not that you’d ever be able to guess her big secret. No one could, you probably wouldn’t even believe her.

“Good question, see you’re getting the hang of it.” She raises her eyebrows, impressed and you bask in the sound of the icy winds outside, head slowly tilting to the side as you watch her grow a little uneasy. Ellie Williams, your best friend had a big secret. And you knew all of her secrets, so you were doubly intrigued. You knew about the time her and Dina got too drunk and kissed before practically yelling at eachother that it felt too wrong and they’d never do it again, you knew about the time she didn’t wanna trade any items at the little store for food so she selfishly shoved a can of tomato soup in her pocket and ducked out, knew all the rest of them because you remember her drunkenly shoving her hand over your giggling mouth and whispering “You actually can’t tell anyone, okay? Shit, why do I tell you these things?”

“Okay. I’m immune.”

“To being slapped? Answer my truth or face your forfeit.” You were grinning ear to ear, like she thought you would and — she nearly wanted to just leave it there. Let you believe she was joking. But oh, your perceptive self. You saw the falter of her bashful expression, the way honesty coloured her face and for once she couldn’t make eye contact. Surely not? “Immune?” You repeat, more like a statement but you’re confused nonetheless.

“Uh, yeah.” There’s no humour in her tone and yet you’re still smiling, waiting on her still to smirk or chuckle or something. When you just stare at her, she starts to undo her jacket. “I can uh, I can kind of prove it, I guess?” She pushes her hoodie sleeve up, and you’re faced with the tattoo you’ve stared at many times before. The pink pad of her finger traces along the inside of her arm, and your eyes focus — honing in on the faint scar curtained behind the dark blue ink. “There… was a bite here. Me and my friend were together when we were kids and we both got bit. She turned and… yeah, guess I’m still waiting.” Her eyes were distant, and yeah — Ellie played jokes on you sometimes. You were gullible and naive, not having faced the usual prankish behaviour of people similar in age to you before but this? She wasn’t that great of an actor. There was actual, real life pain behind her avoidant gaze.

“You’re serious?” You furrow your brows and she purses her lips, a pinkie-finger of gesture held in the air.

“Swear.”

You stare at her arm, and she reaches for her jacket again — feeling the chill of the house again despite an uncertain heat creeping up her neck. “How do you know it wasn’t just a one off?”

She shrugs. “Guess we’ll know if I get bitten again.” She chuckles dismissively. You go to speak, tell her how life changing her secret was but she’s quicker. “Alright, your turn. Now I’ve told you something no one else knows you gotta do the same. Biggest secret, go.” She exhales, and it feels like the room is alleviated of some of the pressure.

“Excuse me, what if I wanted to pick dare?”

“Do you?”

“No.”

“Well then.”

Your ears twitched and you brought your knees to your chin. Ellie was just so vulnerable with you, but you’d always been told — under every single circumstance not to tell anyone about your…rarity. It was something that not even you understood, so sharing it with others could put you in danger. People often lashed out at what they didn’t understand, you were told it was that way in the old world too— though you’re sure people weren’t quite dealing with being a hybrid with a literal animal.

“I’m not sure you’re ready for my secret.”

“Dude, I just fucking told you I can’t get infected, you’re not gonna top that.” She exasperated, prodding your leg with her knuckles. She didn’t beat around the bush with her secret, or make you beg for the reveal — so you figured you’d cut straight to the chase. You pulled your hat off your head, ears standing to attention — hearing just that tiny bit clearer. Ellie raised an eyebrow, not sure what she was looking at, about to make some kind of comment like ‘Uh, your secret is that you have hair?’ — until her eyes darted up and stayed there. You pulled off your gloves too and held your hand between the two of you, sharp claws extending. Ellie jumped, and you pulled back shamefully.

“What is… what am I… what am I looking at?” She gawked breathlessly, eyes widening at the way your ears twitched shyly, the outside of them coated by fur the same colour as your hair, the inside of your ears pink, sprouting wispy white hair from it. Ellie could barely keep her mouth closed.

“Yeah, so… I’m like a girl who is also a cat who is also just a girl— nothing weird I swear — apparently my dad was a scientist and he made some fucked up combination DNA and — ah, it doesn’t matter. I’m a freak. Laugh it up.” You ramble, waving your hand in a way you hoped was dismissive and in that moment a gun to your head wouldn’t have made you make eye contact with the auburn haired friend parallel to you.

“Hey, wait — I’m just trying to… holy shit?” She furrows her brows before chuckling. “I feel like I’m having a weird ass dream right now, dude.”

You reach for your hat to shove it back on, and her heavy hand lays on top of yours. She watched the way your ears flattened like aeroplane wings and you frowned a little. “I’m sorry… I’m not laughing at you. That’s… fucking awesome. You’re like a comic book character, man.”

Your eyes lifted from her hand, heart thundering in your chest both from her reaction to your big reveal and her hand laying on yours. “So, a freak.” You go to move your hand but she grips it.

“No, just… cool… don’t… put your hat back on yet. I’ve got questions.”

A pause sat between the two of you, and she broke out into a smile again. “Fuck you, your thing totally beats my thing.”

“Thats not a question, Els.”

11:20AM

“So does this mean you’re immune too? Pretty sure animals can’t get infected.”

The window had fogged over completely now, view of beyond the window obstructed but you didn’t mind. It felt more enclosed, in a good way. The outside world didn’t exist anymore.

“I’m not fully an animal though. Don’t wanna risk finding out.”

She sat back, looking at you incredulously. Not like you were a spectacle, or a circus performer from the old world — but like you were something magnificent. Like a unicorn, or a fairy.

“This is gonna… take me some time to get used to. You sure you’re not fuckin’ with me?” She turns her head suspiciously.

“Oh I’m pretty sure. Had to live my whole life with cat ears and a tail, would be a awfully sick prank.” You huff, focusing your attention on scraping off the shimmery pink nail polish you had acquired on a previous patrol. You’d painted them to distract from the subtle claw-like appearance they had even when they weren’t extended.

“You have a tail? Show me.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll just pull down my pants.”

“Oh shit, yeah. My bad.”

You sat together, and you shifted under her gaze, palms itching to pull your hat back over your ears, shielding yourself from her prying gaze. This was… out of your comfort zone. You trusted Ellie with your life, sure. But this was a lot. You’d been hiding this element to your self your whole life and suddenly you’re practically hollering it from the mountain tops all because you were enticed to share a secret during a silly little game? Who else would you tell just because they’d given you positive attention?

“You wanna touch my ears?” You blurt out. What the fuck?

Ellie’s smile grew, telling you her answer and it was too late to take it back now. She slid her ass forward a little, knees pressing directly against yours now and lifted her hand slowly, carefully, almost as though you’d spook like a real cat if she moved too quickly. You seemed to blink, and then she was right there, her face so close to yours that her warm breath fanned over your face making your eyelashes tickle at the breeze she created. She clears her throat, eyes just floating up above your hairline and you feel the pads of her fingers gently trail down the backs of your ears.

She lets her knuckles gently smooth back the velvety fur coating, before getting more comfortable — short blunt nails scratching right in that sweet spot behind them. With the ball of her hand gently pressed to your temple as she scratched, you melted. The best way to describe it would be the feeling of sinking into a hot bath after being out in the cold wind, rain and snow. A sheet of goosebumps lined up across your arms and up your spine, your tail struggling in your jeans to curl up in pleasure. There was a gentle humming sound, like an engine maybe… a low rickety wind passing through a wooden floor board…

“Are you purring?” She cooed, and your eyes fluttered open. You don’t even remember closing them. The ghost of an alarmed bullet shot through your body but it just… felt too nice to react. Your pupils were dilated to fuck, it was almost startling to see.

“I guess.” You chuckle, a shudder flying through you, the warm purring sound continuing on. “Sorry.” You offer, but it’s half hearted.

“No, don’t.” She whispers with an impressed smile, eyes pinned by your intense gaze — voice gentle, as if not wanting to break the intimate force field she’d created around the two of you. “You’re so… cute.” She grins enough to show her teeth now, you rest the weight of your head more into her hand, pushing for more scratches now that her fingers slowed down, distracted. Your eyes flutter closed, sleepy and euphoric— and then open once more, a constant battle between wanting to just melt away, and also wanting to look at Ellies beautiful face so close up. She seemed to get closer each time you opened them, eyes drifting from your blackened gaze… to your lips…

Maria’s voice was the last thing you expected to hear in that moment and you both jumped. It was static-y, buzzing, making your head snap towards the radio Ellie had let clatter to the floor beneath the window seat. “Blizzards gone and cleared up now, two of you can start headin’ back now before it decides to pick up again.”

You swipe at the fogged window creating a viewing hole through the condensation, snow settling now instead of batting down hard against the ground. You sigh out, and you’re not sure if it’s in relief of the weather clearing up or the tension breaking — but Ellie seems to be shaking herself out of it too.

“Alright, uh — y’ready to head back out there kitty-cat?” She’s back to her usual self, hopping off the window seat and scooping her backpack and radio off the ground, securing them back onto her person.

“Ready as ever. Can’t wait to go home and nap.” You stretch, now standing beside her waiting for instruction. She sways in your direction with a smirk, raising a brow.

“A cat nap?”

“Are you gonna do this from now on?” You hide your amusement, leaning on your hip. She chuckled to herself, pulling her gloves back on before nodding her head for you to follow — taking off in a casual stride.

“Sorry. Let’s go get Shimmer from the garage.”

You pout, padding along behind her as you think of her stood there alone. “I hope she wasn’t too cold. She was shut in there for ages.”

“She’ll be fine. Old girl’s a trooper.”

SPRING

You didn’t regret telling Ellie, infact you were so glad.

It seemed to have brought you closer, the two of you against the world. The weather had finally cleared of snow by mid April, the green returning to all of nature. She’d helped you accommodate, coming to your home in the mornings and helping you pin your ears down to your head, gently manoeuvring your hair to sit on top of them, inconspicuous. Asking you “Does that hurt?” and “Can you hear?” in a sleepy morning voice. You, on the other hand would sit there trying not to pur at her touch. There was still some bite in the air, especially around evening time so you could still get away with stuffing your tail into your jeans, but the two of you often walked around in the sunshine on the days one or both of you weren’t outside the gate on patrol. Nights were spent having sleepovers, falling asleep cuddling because you know — it was convenient and cold at night time, especially convenient if you were getting up early for a patrol together. Definitely not because you wanted to spend every waking moment together.

You had been curled up reading, relaxed, ready to head to bed in an hour or so when there was a knock at your door. Your ears perked up, and you scuttled out of bed and looked through your peep hole, relieved to find the wind bitten, pink cheeked face of your best friend. You figured she’d just gotten back from patrol, swaddled in a khaki green windbreaker and jeans, hair in your favourite style — half up half down. You swing the door open, ushering her in.

She doesn’t mean to ogle you, but it happens anyway — eyes drawn to your bushy tail shyly curling round your thigh, a hole cut in the back of your pyjama shorts specifically for that reason when you turned around. “Hey you, couldn’t be bothered to walk all the way back to my house. Plus, I got somethin’ to show you.” She wiggles her brows, heading to your room.

“Y’want a drink?” You call after her to which she promptly replies with “Please!” already disappearing into the warm comfort that was your bedroom. Your bedroom, a God damn hassle for Ellie to construct. You had… a vision, and that vision became Ellie’s problem when you’d started to build your little home space. “Els if you see any pink blankets on your patrol today please please please grab me one?” “Ellieeee I need a picture frame, like — a cute one.” “If I don’t get a fluffy throw cushion for my bed soon, I might die.” The list goes on. Her patrols were ever-filled with heavy backpacks, trinkets carefully balanced on top of eachother or stuffed into pockets. She smiles warmly at the memory, walking around your room — taking in each item along with its memory of finding it and smuggling it back into Jackson. Her eyes are glazing over your bed sheets now, thinking about you curled up in the you-spaced shape you’d left on the blankets, thinking about you fast asleep in the night beautiful as ever, thinking about you writhing on them with less clothes on — gross, Ellie — shake it off.

A matted tuft of darkened hair peeped from your mass of bed covers and Ellie squinted, bending over to get a closer look before pinching it with her fingers and lifting it. A clump of hair sat in her palm and she raised her eyebrows. Was that a —

“What you lookin’ at?” Your voice is sudden, lighthearted, right behind her— and she jumps, turning her head over her shoulder to glance at you guiltily. You stand wide eyed and innocent, a glass of water for her clutched in your hand.

“Jesus, fuck — we gonna have to get you a collar with a bell on it or what?” She rolls her eyes, clutching her chest before recovering, taking her glass and sipping as she holds up her findings. For a moment, something twitches in you down below at the thought of wearing a bell around your neck for Ellie. The feeling is warm and homely and disgustingly horny and you feel a little shame. She swallows her water an ‘ah’ and explains “Was just uh— I found a fur ball.”

You look at the clump of hair in her hand, then up at her, then back to the clump — and then you’re moving past her. You straighten out your blankets, revealing a hair brush and hold it up— plucking the ‘hairball’ from her hand and grasping it side by side. “From my hairbrush… doofus.”

Ellie makes an ‘o’ shape with her mouth and chuckles, scratching her arm awkwardly after placing down her glass — feeling maybe she’d jumped to a conclusion. This feeling is unfortunately confirmed when she sees your brows furrow, softening in stature ever so slightly.

“Do you really think I’m like… dirty and animalistic? I don’t get fur balls, Ellie.” You sound defeated and just a smidgen whiny, but she’s a sucker for it and grasps your arms gently either side with two strong hands.

“No! I’m an idiot! I’m sorry. Total jackass.” She reassures and you tilt your head, pout turning into a gentle smile. This gives her the green light to move things along. “However, I did get you a little something that might help us understand your… condition a little better.” The auburn haired girl is already shucking off her black beaten up backpack, struggling with the zip for a moment before sliding out a thick hard back book, a manual of some kind. Her eyes are on you, searching for any sign of offence and you catch the title when she spins it around proudly — ‘Caring for your kitty’.

She’s off like a race car with an excited explanation before you even get the chance to breathe, opening it up and flicking through it. “Stopped at that old library today, you know the one we thought the entrance was blocked off and we couldn’t go inside? Well — Jesse found another way in — so I was just lookin’ around, seeing if there was anything interesting and I found this bad boy. It tells you everything you need to know about caring for a cat and well… don’t wanna be a dick but… I’m caring for a cat, kind of.”

As she spoke, your grin only widened — pathetically, and totally embarrassingly so, because it was going against everything you had taught your self. You’d wanted to push this side of you down for what, your whole life? And then Ellie comes along, with her pretty green eyes and her tattoo and her hand veins and her — whatever, and suddenly you’re completely and utterly embracing the fact you’re like, absolutely fucked up, genetically? Crushing on your best friend makes you do crazy, stupid things. You bat your eyelashes at her, regardless.

“You care for me?” It was kind of a joke, but your voice came out softly anyway and Ellie couldn’t look at you because of it, continuing to thumb through the pages, very concentrated, what was that one page again?

“Why’d you think I brought this big ass manual back? Wanna look after you.” She mutters. You soften completely, and she realises that she said that out loud. You look at her, and she looks at you — and then she looks away because God damn, she’s falling in love. “Anyways. Thought we could go through it together. You got those sweatpants I left here? My jeans are like, damp.” She rambles, and you let it slide — though you’re positively floating when you point her to your dresser, pressing the neatly folded grey pants into her arms with a hazed out smile. “Thanks.”

You turn around when she changes. You’re not sure why, she’s wearing boxers — and you have some skirts stashed away that are probably shorter and more revealing (which you unfortunately couldn’t wear due to having a tail) but you look away anyways, out of respect. You clamber back onto your bed waiting for her, and soon she’s sliding up beside you in just her black tshirt and sweatpants, comfy and warm. Ellie clears her throat, sitting up against the headboard and opens the manual for the two of you to check out. “Ahem, caring for your kitty. With special thanks to Juliana.” She reads formally and you giggle, scooching closer until your cheek is pressed to her arm so that you could see the book. “Shout out to Juliana.” She comments, flipping the page.

You snuggle in closer to her, because well — it feels natural. The two of you had always been affectionate since becoming friends and since you’d shared your secrets it had only become more binding. When Joel had comment that you two were literally attached at the hip, it was by no exaggeration. The fat of your cheek pushed up enough to shut one eye as you practically tried to merge with her bicep, warm breath tickling her light arm hair.

“Y’always smell like oatmeal.” You comment, voice sleepy from her warmth and she’d barely even gotten the chance to read anything yet.

Her hand freezes on the page for a millisecond as she acknowledges your statement. “So— wait, oatmeal? That’s gross dude. I don’t wanna smell like oatmeal.” She complains, causing you to lift your head having busted out into a giggle fit. She lifts her hand and sniffs it, looking at you with a displeased expression trying to decipher your observation.

“No! It’s a good thing I like it. It’s just… Ellie smell.” You rub your eye tiredly and she’s fighting every urge not to kiss all over your cheeks at how God damn adorable you are.

“Oatmeal. Great.” She chuckles, shaking her head before nudging you with her elbow — a silent command for you to lay back down on her so that she could read.

And the two of you did, for a little while anyway. The manual was more helpful than the both of you had originally thought, and you came to realise that you had a lot more in common with the animal than you’d had believed. Between each paragraph, the two of you would launch off into conversations and comparisons, Ellie asking you questions about your behaviours and habits. It made your heart swell at how much she truly cared. “Kitten will feel attached to her owner when being scratched behind the ears.” Ellie reads out monotonously, thinking, before reaching up and scratching behind your ears. “To say I’m your owner would be a little crazy, I must admit. Can’t deny you some good old scratches though.” She chides in amusement, watching your happy smile melt into a dozed pur. You can own me, Ellie — God you can —

She read and read and read until you were nodding off, eyes fluttering shut and disappearing off into a dream land as Ellie’s raspy voice trails off, fondly watching you as your lips parted a little, more of your warm weight sinking into her side. “Okay.” She whispered, to no one in particular— and closed the book quietly, stretching to reach behind her and place it on your bedside table, turning off your lamp too.

Ellie was always a light sleeper, maybe she was paranoid or just protective — because she seemed to wake up constantly when she’d stay with you. Not that you didn’t make her feel more relaxed than anyone ever had, because you certainly did. She just… fuck, she didn’t know. She needed to be alert at all times. Just in case.

Tonight was like any other time, stirring at the cooing of a heavy wind outside the rattling windows. Her eyes found the back of your head immediately and settled a little, comfortable and dozed with the feeling of your ass grazing her front and the warmth of your back blanketing her. You slept like two people in love and if she were more awake she’d probably mourn the relationship that was out of her grasp. Too much of a pussy, too much of a risk to ruin things. But this, this she could enjoy in her half awake consciousness.

She was about to drift back off, perhaps a deeper sleep this time knowing that everything is alright and you’re safe from the harsh winds of Spring. Until, she felt a prodding. That was the best way to describe it. Like you were poking her, despite both of your arms being curled at your front visibly. She panicked for a moment, which woke her enough to open her eyes and gaze down at whatever the hell was poking her in the stomach. Your tail.

It curled at the end like a question mark, curious and wandering. She watches, fascinated at how you could be sound asleep and yet your tail had a mind of its own. It knocked on her, like it was asking for entry before it poked lower, lower, Jesus, lower. Without time for her to respond, your tail slots itself between her thighs, curling around and cupping her cunt. She gasps, bringing a hand up that was originally going to cover her mouth, but ran over her own head instead, frozen and unsure of what to do in this situation.

Why was your tail touching her up whilst you slept innocently on the other end of it? She knew you were sleeping for sure because of the quiet snores and the even quieter hum of your pur — making her wonder how she never noticed it before you’d told her about your rarity. Your tail slithered like a snake as if trying to get comfortable, which made Ellie’s mouth hang open as it practically moulded itself to the shape of her. The agile tip of your tail curled around, brushing against the material of her sweatpants all the way up to her clit and she winced, enough to stir you a little. Your tail seemed to go a little limp as you groan quietly, your sleep disturbed. God, what if she wakes up and finds me like this? Her fucking tail getting me off. That’s weird, oh god — you’re a creep Ellie. Move, move now. Jesus.

She spins around so the two of you are back to back, staring at the wall. Ellie clenches her thighs so that your tail can’t slip through them and grope her again, frowning as she squeezes her eyes closed in shame at how good it felt. It was wrong. Wrong and creepy and awful and she hated herself for letting it go on for that long. She willed herself to sleep, repeating those words like a mantra.

The next day you plant flowers together in the community garden. She doesn’t bring it up.

SUMMER

There were certain pages in the manual that the two of you would skip. It was too awkward, too intrusive — pages you would separately read in your own time.

If you don’t get your female cat spayed, they’re going to go into heat. How exciting! And if you’re experiencing kitty in heat for the first time, you’re probably wondering: how do I cope with this? Dealing with a restless, frisky kitty may seem like a challenging task, but it’s not nearly as difficult as you may think. We’ve outlined plenty of quick tips and suggestions to help calm your cat down in the short term, as well as some solutions to prevent heat in the long term. In just a few minutes, you’ll be able to give your loving furball the support and respite she needs during this tough time.

Ellie snickered when she read it the first time, a night where you’d fallen asleep at her house, curled up on the end of the bed by her feet. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep there, it just happened — trying to give yourself space on the particularly warm evening. Not everything in this manual applied to you, like you’d insisted plenty of times — you’re mainly all human. Despite the purring, you hadn’t felt you’d demonstrated any feline-like behaviours (Ellie disagrees strongly, but can’t bring herself to argue.) That night she had sat up later, reading about cats in heat — wondering if… you’d ever… what would she do… no, Ellie. Stop.

When summer had approached, something had flipped. Things were normal until they weren’t— and at first you could blame it on the weather, the serotonin flooding everyone’s systems from the influx of Vitamin D, being able to wear less and enjoy more. Days seeming longer. Life seeming better. You’d grown more affectionate with Ellie, not fighting the urge anymore to be touching her at all times. Gently sinking your teeth into her freckled skin when you felt the urge, wrapping your tail around her leg when you’d stand side by side in your kitchen, clambering onto her lap with the manual and urging her to read some more so you could get sleepy and comfortable and fall asleep on top of her. You saw the way people would look at the two of you around Jackson together, they thought you were together — and you didn’t mind — even though you weren’t. Just two super close best friends.

When the calendar had rolled over to July, things seemed to intensify by ten. Things were changing, urges growing stronger. You couldn’t control yourself purring when Ellie would simply enter the room, kneading your claws into your seat of the canteen area pulling up threads, needing to be near her. Practically vibrating the floorboards in total bliss when she’s give you a friendly, subtle ear scratch in public being careful not to unpin your ears. Saliva pooling inside your mouth with the urge to lick her all over when she’d arrive to your home late at night after a rough patrol, ready to crawl into bed beside you and surrender herself to your grabby paws hands. Wanting to pounce on her when she’d greet you by the gardens, knuckle knocking gently beneath your chin with a friendly “Mornin’ kitty-cat.” Worst of all, the growing neediness you’d succumb to each night you weren’t together, mewling as you’d grind against a pillow pretending it was her thigh, soaking the sheets. You were starting to accept that you were experiencing your first ever heat.

You particularly enjoyed summer evenings in Jackson. The air was was balmy and warm without the scalding, overwhelming sunshine like there was in the day. Most if not all citizens would be in the town centre at movie night or the bar — which created a perfectly calm and empty landscape for walks. It was one that day, the one that’s about to unfold — that you were particularly dazed. You felt high, sensitive, walking on air. You wear a bell around your neck now, a giggly patrol gift from Ellie — something that tinkles quietly and could be confused with simple jewellery to the untrained eye. It sounds each step you take, a comforting noise that was special to you and your best friend. Your summer dress grazed above your knees, and due to no one being around, you didn’t quite care that your tail would occasionally peak out when a warm breeze would pass through.

You stroll past the flowers you and Ellie had planted in spring, stroll past the empty playground with the wooden climbing equipment that you had to continue walking on from to not give into the urge to dig your aching claws into. Your mind was set on finding Ellie — Ellie, Ellie, Ellie, who’d supposedly just be returning home from patrol. As expected, nothing quite getting past your astute cat wisdom — there she stood, facing away from you in just her adorable oversized white tshirt, greenish brownish greenish flannel and long baggy denim shorts. Your whole body felt hot and the sight of her, heart pumping and palms tingling. Approaching slowly, you hear her quietly talking to Shimmer as she undresses her of her equipment, occasionally stopping to give her affectionate pats and love. Ellie was always good with animals.

Figures.

You step closer, alerting Ellie of your presence. “Here kitty.” She smirks, continuing to remove Shimmer’s saddle before turning over her shoulder, eyeing you briefly.

“How’d you know I was here?” You swoon, dumb smile on your face as you step up to her. Probably too close, but something inside of you was clawing to be able to smell her, be able to feel the warmth radiating off her body. She doesn’t react to the proximity, just lifting a finger and jingling the bell at your neck. You fight a shudder when her coarse fingertip grazes the soft skin of your neck.

“Hard to miss you. That bell was definitely a good investment, you’re not sneakin’ up on me anymore, huh.”

She continues tending to Shimmer as you watch, a fond smile on your face.

“How was patrol? ‘Missed you.” You tug at her flannel sleeve for attention and she chuckles good naturedly, rolling her eyes.

“Wasn’t gone for that long, was I? You’re always missing me lately. Is somethin’ up?” She turns her head to you again inquisitively, concern flashing through her eyes — as well as the stream of bright light from the sunset through the crack in the barn wall. She squints.

“Uh…” You sigh out softly. Yes. I need you. I want you. Come here. Fuck me. “No. I dunno.” You shrug, forcing yourself to look away, defeated. No, you’re here for a reason. “Can you come over tonight? Sleepover?” You realise you’re still clinging to her sleeve and she’s letting you, her eyes drifting to the way your hand slides downwards and catches her hand, intertwining your fingers. You know, just best friend things.

“Jesse asked me to hang out but…” She started, but trailed off when you became all fluttery lashes and bambi-eyed. “Fuck it,” She breathes. “I’m too tired for his shit today anyway.”

You grin, successful and tilt your head. “Not too tired for my shit?” and she scoffs, squeezing your hand.

“Never.”

She steps back, your joined hands bridging the two of you still. Her eyes are trailing down again. That little sundress, she hadn’t seen that before. Maybe hanging in your closet, but not out of the house. Her eyes dip lower and she sees a flash of fur swinging behind you, jostling your dress. Her eyes widen a little. “Hey.” She emphasises, nodding her head down. You’re still staring at her, at her freckles and the way they’re shaded from the sun — a halo of bronze and natural flush.

“Hm?” You sing. She furrows her brows.

“Your dress is short.”

“Don’t you like it?”

“What? Uh— fuck, I mean, yeah — but I’m saying other people might see your…” She nods again in gesture, nervous.

“Tail?” Your fingers trail up her flannel sleeve a little.

“Yeah. People might not be as… open to all that, babe.” Babe. A slip up, usually — usually said when she wanted to soften the blow, or when she physically couldn’t stop the affection from meeting her lips. You preened at the word anyway, didn’t even bother to hide it.

“No one’s around.”

Your claw traces the blue green vein on her pale wrist. You don’t remember it coming out, these days it seemed they just did it on their own. She winces at the light scratch, but she lets you anyway. Just ogling, wide eyed, a little confused and a little turned on — which confused her all the more. She silently begged herself, get a grip.

She tore her hand away, hoisting her backpack off her back and swinging it around — damn near smacking you in the face with it. “Got you a present. Know you like those.” She rushes out, sounding a little out of breath like she’d been running. You liked it, liked that you did that to her. You’re smiling and she’s like, ignoring it — because she knows you know you flustered her and that’s not like Ellie. Not like calm and collected Ellie Williams.

“For me? You shouldn’t have.”

She digs around, pulling out a black rectangular VHS tape. Hard to come by, but always a delight seeing as you had a TV facing your bed in your room that refused CD discs and would only play grainy tapes. Ellie turned it in her hands, displaying the white tape across the front that read in someone unknowns Sharpie’d handwriting ‘Disney Aristocats’

“Think it’s about cats. Thought it would be funny.” She chuckles humbly, her ‘you hate it. fuck my life.’ thoughts kicking in as expected.

“We can watch it tonight!” You grin, gently taking it from her — clutching it proudly in your hands. She relaxes, shoulders unstiffening.

“Cool. Uh, yeah.” She nods, scratching her scalp which made the half-up-bun bob at the back of her head. She looks at you, and then looks around, and then back at you. Always back at you. “Alright. Let me go home and shower, you go set everything up and I’ll be round soon. Just… get outta here, before anyone sees you. Yeah?” Ellie exasperates, softly clapping two hands down on your shoulders and spinning you around, carefully nudging you to start walking away.

“M’kay. See you then, Els.”

“See ya, trouble.” Eye roll. Or maybe her eyes just rolled back at the sight of you swishing away in your little sundress. She’s not sure.

You were stood in front of the mirror when the door knocked. Your heart jumped — like you weren’t expecting Ellie to even come for some reason — but more so because you wasn’t sure you could get away with pyjamas this skimpy. You wanted to seduce her, sure. But this was just obscene. You wore, what essentially was just a long tank top. It fell mid thigh, flimsy and thin, showing every curve and dip and plumpness to you. You didn’t ever feel insecure around Ellie, no — but she might just call you a slut.

There was no time to change, so you ran and got the door, feigning confidence. Something was… different about the way she was stood there. Her hands were in her jean pockets awkwardly, like she didn’t know what to do with them. She’d actually cleaned up surprisingly, wearing her jeans and off white wifebeater. She somewhat looked like she was trying, but maybe that was all in your head. She didn’t look you in the eye either, thick brown lashes fluttered slightly as her eyes jumped down you in segments. Tits, then tummy, then hips, and then tail. The sight of it flapping about freely made her usher you inside quickly, always aware of the risks.

“Hey furball, y’ready to watch the movie?” She clears her throat, looking around your house like she’d never seen it before. Nervous? Something else?

“Told you not to call me that, doofus. But yes, follow me.” You giggle, and that’s all you seem to do around her these days if not purring — constant girlish giggles tumbling past your lips at the slightest joke. It bordered on pathetic.

She enters your room with a chuckle, like — the type that says ‘you’re so fucking cute.’ in Ellie’s voice, if you can imagine. You’d set the movie up, the screen buzzing with static playing old timey music with the start up screen for the movie awaiting the two of you. You’d rustled together every blanket and cushion you could get your hands on to create some kind of nest for the two of you to get all cuddled up in, and even more than that if your plans went how they should. It smells like you in the room, and Ellie wants to stand there and breathe in so hard her ribs crack from the expansion just to inhale you in completely. There’s no time for that, because you’re ushering her down on the bed. It’s almost horny just from the way you push her down, both hands on the warm skin of her freckled shoulders — your smooth and grabbable thighs between her legs. “Get comfy. But not too comfy. You always fall asleep when we watch movies.”

But how could she fall asleep when you’re dressed like that? In your natural form, wearing so little and showing so much. Her palms felt like little ants were inside her skin, running around like their tiny heads were on fire — or maybe it was just the hand static from not being able to touch your electric skin, to graze her coarseness over your smoothness and hear the sizzle of you up against fingertips. She wanted to hold you by the back of the head, take all your weight, all your thoughts, all of you.

But she was here to watch a movie, like a good best friend. And if that’s what you needed that’s what she’d be.

Turns out trying to seduce someone into scratching the itch that’s been aching you for weeks was harder than expected. How were you supposed to initiate this again? Hadn’t you thought about this time and time again, written about your dream scenarios of getting down and dirty with Ellie in the middle of your diary where no one would look if they’d found it and opened it up? You’d practised this, time and time again whilst you fall asleep — or whilst you’re fucking your hand, or whilst you’re staring at her profile idly whilst she sits and draws. God, how do you make the first move?

You’re staring at her whilst this rackets your brain, and you don’t realise how shamelessly you’re gawking at her until she side-eyes you, a fond little smirk daring to grace her features — it was audacious how cute she was. “Somethin’ on your mind?”

She’s practically handing you the opportunity. Your skin burns, body pressed to hers. Her arm is wrapped around your shoulder, the two of you propped up laying back on your bed and it’s all set up perfectly. You could say a million things, you could push your weight up on your elbow and reach up and kiss the side of her rubied lips. You want to slot a hand right between your thighs there and then, relieve yourself, show her what she’s done to you. The mess she’s made out of you.

You squeak out a “Nope.” despite all of this.

You keep planning and rehearsing, not concentrating on the cat movie anymore, that’s for damn sure. Who was that old lady again? What was that cats name? Who cares. You’re staring, syncing your breath to hers. You think yourself to sleep, cheek pressed to her collar bone and soft snores. Completely unsuccessful, but there’s always next time right?

When you wake up a few hours later things feel different. You’re not touching Ellie anymore — Hell, she could be gone for all you know. But you’re feverish, throat dry and prickly. Your skin is broken out into goosebumps despite the heat, your thin tank top dress completely stuck to your skin and sheering from the pure amount of sweat drenching you. What the fuck? Were you sick? You’re panting, aching but not all over — only in your… you reach down, half awake and feel your slick coating your inner thighs, pooling your cunt. You felt feral.

Your eyes shoot open now, because — well, you can’t be doing that. Can’t be touching yourself like that with Ellie right there. The room is glowing blue, and you locate the TV screen causing it. The movie is gone, finished, and the screen is on a standby channel, quiet and staticy as it alights the bedroom. You turn to Ellie, because you need her suddenly, feeling like you’ll burst into tears or cum without touch, whichever comes first and you don’t know why. Any shyness has left you when you turn, spinning onto your hands and knees to touch her and shake her awake.

She’s laying on her front, her wifebeater having ridden up a little to display some of her back. Her arm hugs her pillow, and you don’t remember her being that sculpted — her arms, the ones that hold you when you hug and lift the heavy gates on patrol. You reach out and touch, and then grab, and then you shake her awake. “Els, Ellie please.”

It doesn’t take her much, she’s a light sleeper as mentioned before. She panics a little, flipping onto her back when she hears your trembling, whiney tone. What’s wrong? What happened? She’s reaching for you before her eyes are fully open.

“Hey, wha’samatter?” She croaks, one eye squinting shut in the bright blue glow. You go to tell her but you just whisper her name again, and again and you just need her to touch. Your hand grabs her arm again and she sits up fully, eyes widening a little as she wakes up properly. “Hey, talk t’me.”

“Look at me I’m—” You whine quietly, gesturing to your fevered appearance but you feel like you don’t have time to explain. You have no sense of patience or shame when you scooch closer, hands sliding over her shoulders so your foreheads are nearly touching. You look deranged and her cunt twitches.

“I need you Els. Somethin’ is going on with me and I just... I don’t know but I need you.” You beg. Jesus, she must be having some kind of wet dream.

“What? Uh— you — need me how?” She stutters, and she feels like a fuckin’ idiot because where was the suave flirting skills and pizazz she promised herself she’d have when the day came that you finally asked her to touch you? Let her have you? Her stomach clenches in cringe but she barely has time to overthink it because you’re moving impossibly closer. Your tits are practically spilling out and Ellie’s palms are sweating so much that it makes her insecure.

“Think somethings wrong with me, think I’m in—”

“You’re in heat.” Your words overlap and the two of you are whispering like there’s anyone else in the house that might overhear you. “Yeah, uh — shit man, I read about it in the book, you know? I didn’t know if you’d… if you’d be able to… whatever. What do you need? You need some water?” She’s rambling, needing to think carefully about her actions. She didn’t wanna take advantage of you when you were so vulnerable… was this like, weird? Not because you’re her best friend — no, this has been Ellie’s long game since you met — but because of the whole… feline thing.

“No I don’t need water Ellie, I just want you to help me. It… it aches.” You cry miserably, dropping your face into her shoulder defeatedly. She smells so good, just like her — like Ellie, but so much stronger than usual, your senses heightened by ten. It weakened you, feeling this out of control. You sniffle, rubbing your nose into her top and she rubs your drenched back — sympathetic.

“Is it because it’s like… a full moon or something?” She asks quietly and your brows furrow in annoyance, pushing yourself off her to be face to face again.

“M’not a werewolf Ellie.” You pout, and her lips twitch up into a nervous half chuckle, relaxing a little as she reaches up and smoothes her thumb between your brows. She sighs. And then laughs quietly.

“I know that.”

The two of you look at eachother for a moment, a silent conversation in the place of what should be confessing feelings. You feel like you take the first step when you glance at her lips, and she returns it by glancing at yours. The looks get more eager, and your bodies thrust closer, and you kiss.

You wished it was romantic, like you’d planned for months. But it’s needy and eager and you’re panting and whining within thirty seconds of having her tongue glide against yours. You’re lucky that Ellie is just eagerly going with it, happy to be there. You didn’t wanna make her uncomfortable or come across as forceful — but that didn’t seem to be the case at all, especially not when she let out a little groan at the feeling of of you sinking down pointed teeth into her bottom lip.

She topples back when you lean into her more and you’re clambering onto her lap, thighs shaking. You hear yourself before you realise you’re not kissing anymore, instead whispering “Please, please, please.” against her lips with your eyes screwed shut as you grind your soaked cunt onto her jean covered one. Where you’d usually make a comment about her sleeping in jeans, you pant — and she lets out an embarrassingly loud, wide eyed groan at the feeling. The zipper digs into both of your clits from either side.

“Fuck, fuck okay.” Her hands hover, and she doesn’t know where to grab first. This is happening, God this is really fucking happening. She blushes at the thought of her dorkishly pinching herself, just to check it’s not some super torturous vivid dream as her hands float before just pawing at your back, pulling you closer. Closer. Need her closer.

You shuffle back in the dark, hands fumbling for that zipper that you’d made warm and wet through your cotton underwear and tug it down so harshly you think it’s gonna come off. Buttons get unpopped, and fingers get tucked into a waistband before you’re yanking down. Ellie’s getting whiplash at the speed you’re moving, eyes flickering across your desperate and pained expression. Fat tears sit beneath your eyes as you mutter the word ‘closer’ again, an inkling of relief when you pull her jeans down to her mid thighs revealing soft black boxers.

You sit on her again, and — that’s it, that’s the friction you wanted. You can feel the raised, round mould of her pussy through the material and she gasps when you grind down onto her, forcing herself up onto her elbows, eyes rolling back a little, hands gripping your thigh creases as she stared down at your white underwear smushing itself into hers in the dim light. You’re whimpering (and so is she for a moment), hips jerking forward and Ellie genuinely doesn’t know what to do with you. It feels so fucking good, but she feels like she’s not stepping up the way she should. She wants to take control, make it all better for you like she always does.

“Fuck, okay babe. Chill, okay? Mhpm, I got you. Let me help you. S’what I’m here for right? Lay back.” She whispers, and leans forward again to ease you backwards and like she can’t help it, presses another kiss to your lips. You both freeze, because this time it has feeling behind it. That’s also what you needed, you needed her to take control. You relax for a moment, letting her roll you onto your back barely breaking apart the kiss.

When she pulls back, she strokes your hot cheek with her thumb — staring into each others eyes. Hers are still beautiful and vibrant even in the feverish blue light, glancing all across your face with concern and fondness etched into her features. “Kay?” she speaks, tapping her thumb to your cheek for a response and you nod, huffing out a breath. Okay. Try to calm down.

She kisses the corner of your mouth, which trails inevitably into the crook of your neck, her swollen lips sucking the slippery skin with a hum. Your fingers are bunched tightly into her shirt and her jeans are still below her ass from your dry humping craze. You take some deep breaths, and she hears you — outwardly appreciating your efforts to be calm. “Thats good, keep doin’ that.” She whispers when you push air out of your mouth shakily, and the praise makes your legs fall open limply.

“You gonna let me help you out, pretty girl?” She kisses the centre of your chest and you mewl, body vibrating with purs as you nod. “Tell me, please. I’ve uh, I’ve waited so long to hear it.” She sounds nervous in the sweetest way possible, making you even in your haze reach out to comfort her, pushing her auburn strands out her face as she looks up at you pleadingly.

“Please help me Ellie, want you to touch me.” Your voice is jumpy from your shudders, and it transfers to her — your eyes just catching the way she trembles a little from adrenaline in the dark.

“Alright baby, I got you.”

Hearing her call you baby like you’d always hoped she would makes you heave out a sigh, pushing your hips up into her body weight trying to relieve yourself somehow. She shushes you, distracted by the feel of you beneath her palms now as she drags them down your body. Her thumbs swipe across your hard nipples through the thin material of your pyjamas and you mewl again, arching into her hands.

“Gonna make you feel better, promise.” She whispers but it feels more like she’s talking about you and not to you so you try to keep quiet so that you can just observe. She’s sliding down the bed ‘til she’s practically half off it, pushing your dress up to press fond kisses to your tummy. It feels right, like it’s something she’s been doing for months despite it being her first time down there. It’s Ellie, your Ellie. You can’t think of anyone you’d be in better hands with.

“Never,” kiss. “Had,” kiss. “Someone down here,” kiss. “Before have you?” She drags her lips downwards this time, gripping the meat of your thighs and spreading them. You sigh out a whimper and shake your head, embarrassed by how needy you were for a flash of a second before getting lost in your lust again. She whispers out an ‘Th’sokay’ against your hipbone as she pushes your thighs open before pulling back — taking a look. Her tongue wets her lips at the sight before her, eyes adjusted into the low light now to see how you’ve completely soaked through your underwear — lips fat and wanting through the material. Ellie let’s out a breath she was unaware to be holding, forefinger stroking through your covered folds with a glance upwards to make sure it was all still okay.

“God damn.” She comments, and you know what she means — she probably didn’t know it was possible to get this wet.

“Take’m off, please.” You whimper, writhing your hips around growing impatient once more and she nods frantically, peeling the cotton down your body making you hide your face in your arm when your centre clings to the fabric.

“So ready, huh.” She whispers, hot breath fanning over your bare cunt now. She breathes out a barely audible chuckle as she strokes the side of her finger across the small curled tuft of pubic hair that sat on your skin.

“Yeah, b—been ready for you Els. Wanted this for so l—ong.” You can’t stop trembling, and perhaps it was your feverish chills or the fact you were so excited to finally have your best friend in the way you’d wanted her.

“Yeah?” She cooes, but she’s barely listening — both thumbs pushing the fat of your lips outward, spreading you for her viewing pleasure. “Been hiding all this from me? But it’s so pretty…”

You sniffle, and she takes that as her sign to dive straight in — tongue flattening against your exposed clit and flicking upwards before dragging her lips down through your quantity of arousal. You moan, barely able to hear yourself through the loud purs emitting from you and buck your hips against her face.

You knew Ellie had experience, from the gutwrenching stories she’d tell you about her escapades with her ex girlfriend Cat (Funnily enough, actually her name — a foreshadowing all things considered.) But you’d figured it was just fooling around behind the barn, or maybe when Joel wasn’t home as the two of them used to share a residence. You didn’t expect her to be so… ravenous. If you knew that the girl sat beside you for so long could eat like this, you might have felt more inclined to approach her for help a little sooner.

The room was filled with obscene sounds, the sound of Ellie’s mouth ministrations which can only be compared to noise that belonged to stirring buttery pasta — mixed with her low moans against you because apparently you tasted that good. This was also mixed with, but not overshadowed by your desperate cries and purs as you pull her head further down into your crotch, panting up against the ceiling praying for release.

You hear yourself cry for “More!” and as if the thought had already sprouted for your best friend, her middle finger immediately pressed in against your hole — applying pressure and massaging that warm spot — a challenge for it not to slip right in given how wet you were for her.

“Can give you more. Lemme in, babe.” She murmurs against you when she finally sinks it in, sucking on your clit as means to get you to loosen up around her — which in hindsight wasn’t her most clear-minded idea as you only clenched harder. Ellie, much to your dismay removes her mouth for a moment to sit up on her elbow a little higher. She blows over your clit, smacking a wet kiss to it before looking up at you seriously — finger frozen only a little way in. Her free hand comes up, wide palm stroking across your lower stomach soothingly. “Gotta relax. Don’t wanna hurt you and you’re tight, babe. Relax.”

This side of Ellie made it difficult to not challenge this by clenching even harder. You could tell there was still an element of nerves to her, not wanting to fuck it up — but it just came so naturally to her to look after you. You push a shaky breath out through your mouth in a small ‘o’ shape, eager to make her proud again like before and focus on unclenching, her thumb on the connecting hand softly stroking your clit up and down to assumably aid you in this. “Good job, that’s it.”

She smiles when she returns her mouth to your folds, absolutely ecstatic to get back in there. You would have giggled at this if you weren’t so worked up, placing all your concentration into keeping loose for her and letting her press her finger up into a delicate spot you hadn’t discovered before. You jerk, briefly clenching again as her gaze snaps up to you— free hand coming back to smooth down your hip and ass, calming you. “C’mon babe, this is gonna get y’there. Help me out here.” She whispers and you try for her again, letting her press up into that toe curling devastating place. The bed rocks with movement, the same feeling you get when you’re half awake in the back of a moving car — and you glance down to realise it’s Ellie, and she’s fucking humping the bed, grunting against your pussy with her nose smushed to your clit. You feel the tears welling, and something turning like cogs in your stomach. Your orgasm approaches, but it’s only at the precipice of your cunt— the ache reaching much deeper and you panic at the idea of being left unsatisfied despite your deep lust, Ellie’s touches only making you ache more.

“Els, Ellie w—wait I’m gonna, let — wait I can’t it’s not — s’not deep enough I need more, need more it’s too —” You’re suddenly crying out, pushing yourself up with a look of absolute devastation on your face which is so sobering that she pulls her fingers out of you completely — pushing her self up at crazy speeds to meet you half way and cup your face.

“Babe, you’re panicking. Just talk to me, tell me what you need I — I can give it to you. Breathe.” She whispers, lips brushing your own as she attempts to comfort you, swiping away the tears leaking down your cheeks still. Your lip curls over, puffing out and wobbling as you suck in a quivering breath.

“More— just need to be… fucked, need you to fuck me, need it deeper.” You wail and she shushes you again, her slender hand coming back down to just cup your cunt in a way that made you dizzy, an attempt for her to comfort you and hold you in a way that you needed. Your eyes squeeze shut and tears moisten your lashes, feeling guilty for asking for such things, unsure if she can really give it to you. You didn’t want her to feel bad.

Ellie bites her lip in thought and tastes you. She did have that one thing… though she hadn’t actually used it before. It was a harness, a thick purple dildo lodged into the centre of it — stashed in a shoebox and shoved under her bed with crimson cheeks and clammy hands. She’d found it on patrol, and figured it could be useful one day maybe — a vision of you taking her with an arched back and her hips slamming against your plush ass making her wince and cup her cunt through her jeans in that very sex store. She had something that could help, and she had to push her pride aside to offer.

“Got something I can fuck you with. It’s… literally for that purpose but uh, it’s back at my place.” When she see’s the way your eyes light up with hope she’s jumping up, yanking her jeans up back around her waist, fumbling to do up her zipper as she continues to stare at you for permission. “I can run, be back in literally five minutes — do you want it babe? I’ll be so fucking fast you won’t even know I’m gone.” She’s not sure who’s begging who anymore, because since handed the opportunity Ellie has become obsessed with the idea of finally getting to fuck you good and proper.

“Yes j—just be fast, Ellie please be fast.” You mewl weakly, dropping back against the bed. She gives you a once over as she stumbles for her shoes, pulling her Converse on at a speed you didn’t think was possible and roughly tying laces. She’s out the door before you know it, leaving you to your own devices.

It feels like hours when she’s gone and you slip further into that dream-like, hazy space you’ve been fighting since she’d laid hands on you. Without her touch, the ache began to settle deep into your centre again — skin on fire and sensitive to the touch. You felt like you were being burned from the inside out without her there, rolling around on your sheets attempting to find comfort and coming up unsuccessful. The arch in your back only opened your cunt wider to the balmy air, and your nipples grew sore quickly from rubbing up against your bedsheet. A bead of sweat rolls between your tits.

Ellie’s feet hurt from the speed her Converse would slap the concrete of Jackson’s town— sprinting her way through the 4AM streets on a mission to bring you the equipment to satisfy your urges. Her heart thunders when she reaches her place, dropping her keys and swearing to herself as she fumbled to get the door open. She doesn’t bother closing it behind her when she runs inside, wood creaking beneath her heavy steps to sliding down on her knees beside her bed, reaching her hand along the dusty floor to find that shoe box. She finds it, muttering a borderline deranged ‘There you are’ before sliding it out, popping it open just to check it’s still there before slamming the lid back on and tucking the box under her arm, heading back to you.

You know she’s back because through your daze you hear the door shut and her loud high-pitched grunt of exertion, the image of her doubling over in your hallway to catch her breath coming to you almost like a prophetic vision. The ache worsens as her footsteps draw closer, her voice strained and out of breath as she calls out to you. “I almost — Fuck, almost ran into Jesse on the way to his early patrol. Saw him and, had to take a detour behind someone’s house cos’ he would have asked what was in the box and like — I can’t just get it out and show him…” Her panted words trail off when she re enters the bedroom, eyes falling on your desperate state once more.

It was a blow to her heart, seeing you so worked up. You were completely naked now in just your collar, brow slick with sweat and body practically glowing. Your tail curls around your thigh self soothingly, ears pointed high and alert. Your back arches painfully as you drag your hands down your thighs. You sniffle, defeated.

“Can’t even touch myself n’make it better cos my claws won’t go back in.” You shake, dragging your hands down your thighs desperately. Your sharp claws catch the delicate skin leaving long thin marks but you don’t even seem to notice. Ellie’s brows furrow and she rushes to you, sitting beside you on the bed and taking your hand in hers, looking at your clawed fingertips.

“Hey, don’t… don’t do that. M’here now. Can look after you yeah? Let me just…” She struggles for the box and pulls out the clattering harness and toy. You’re distracted for a moment as you watch, intrigued by the contraption that she’s pulling up her jeans and fastening at her hips. When she’s done, a purple plastic cock stands proud in the centre of her crotch, and your mouth practically waters.

It was animalistic, truly — and a little embarrassing the way you grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed. She even had the nerve to stumble a little bit, her back bouncing against the sheets as she scrambled to get comfortable and you crawled onto her lap. You press your lips to hers again like she’s your life line, letting out a muffled moan because you missed her. She’d been gone for five minutes and you’d missed her. You knew she’d tease you for that if it were any other time, but this time was like no other. She groans against you too, her hand cupping up to cup the back of your head and hold you there. You couldn’t get enough of eachother, all this waiting was finally paying off.

Your thighs shake around her as you wrap your hand around the dildo, sitting back as you can rub it up and down your slick a few times, collecting it’s juice. Ellie sits up a little, watching with wide eyes. “Jesus. Y’look so fuckin’ pretty.”

Her words send a surge of need through you again and you push the fat tip against your hole, adjusting so you can sit straight down on it. She winces for you, hands hovering above your hips. “Careful you haven’t taken anything bigger than my fingers before it’s gonna—”

You groan, melting into her as you sink down all the way. She’s right, it does hurt — and you’re frozen, laying against her shoulder hiccuping and quietly sobbing at the stretch. It’s way too much, but — it scratches the itch. Dulls the ache inside. You could power through this.

Her voice is gentle when she speaks, hands slowly coming down on your back to rub soothing circles on your clammy skin. “Hey.” She leans back a little, tilting her head trying to get a look at you. “Look at me, baby.”

You do, because how could you not — blinking big wet, eyes at her in the dark. She wipes away some tears with her knuckle, brows frowned and concerned. “You gotta be careful. Okay? I don’t… I’m not going to hurt you. I can’t.” She admits, and it seems to carry more meaning than what she’s letting off in the moment. Your doe eyes well again, fist curling in her wifebeater and then loosening as you try and calm your jerky breaths. She slowly reaches down until the pads of her fingers meet your clit, engorged and pushed out from the way your cunt is stretched open around her. She rubs it in light circles, softly — making you preen into her touch. The pain of the stretch lessens and you can’t help but grind down.

With each grind, you become more frenzied — picking up the pace as you chase the feeling you’d been after. You’re moaning over the sound of your pussy squelching around her and all she can do is grab onto your ass and help you, eyes all over you. “Fffffuck, babe — look at you, takin’ it so well. Who taught you how to fuck like this huh? Thought I was your first?” She chuckles, breathless from your incessant bouncing and grinding.

“You are, Els — m—my first and my only, don’t wanna fuck anyone else ever again.” You whine, so loudly it can probably be heard from outside but who cares — not when she’s got you like this. This worked up and needy for her. It was something from her wildest dreams.

“Yeah? Wanna be my girl?” She grunts, your grinding aiding the harness in hitting her clit just right with each movement. With all this time spent helping you, Ellie hadn’t realised how pent up she was.

“Yes, m’your girl Ellie, m’your girl you — you own me!” You admit, and it seems things go a little quiet at the confession. You clench hard, burrowing into her shoulder as she processes the words. Ellie hears an incoherent ‘More’ again, and her body goes on autopilot — feet sliding up to press flat against the bed. She holds you still, arm across your lower back and pins you to her whilst she fucks up into you fast. She grunts at the feeling, and you cry. With each bounce she forces out of you, your bell collar jingles humiliatingly.

Ellie can’t seem to keep her hands in one place, leaving your back to feel the way your tits jump with each movement caging them under her hands. “Yeah, baby? Like that?” She cooes and feels you nod frantically into her, nothing but mewls and moans able to leave you. You’re gushing over her strap, walls spasming trying to suck her back in each time she draws back — Ellie feels like she can feel it herself.

“Y’own me. M’all yours forever Els.” You babble like you’re trying to keep yourself awake, alive, conscious whilst Ellie fucks up into you like it’s the last chance she’ll ever get.

“Yeah? This all mine, sweet girl?” She cooes, and finally you feel it — the hint of a knot in your stomach, the orgasm you’ve been chasing — one that resides deep inside you, the ache that felt like it could kill you, soon to be soothed by Ellie herself.

“Yes! Yes! Mphm, g’nna cum on your dick!”

Her dick. She’d never thought of it like that before. The words leaving your mouth sparked something in her, and suddenly she was the feral one. Her jaw clenches, strong hands pushing and tugging and rolling you onto your back. You gasp at the feeling of her cock sliding right out to the tip at the jostling, tits bouncing as you lay back on the bed. You looked vulgar and improper and so far from your innocent self, and Ellie couldn’t help but feel that maybe this was all on her. Maybe you wouldn’t have gone into heat if the sexual tension between you wasn’t so strong. What had she done to her sweet best friend?

You stare up at her with doe eyes, and she stares back for a moment — lips parted, jaw squared and eyes dark. This was the Ellie you’d needed.

Her hands slide up the backs of your thighs and push your knees up to your chest, pressing her strap deep inside of you. Her breathing is erratic, hair falling into her face as she thrusts in and out at a punishing pace, the tip of her cock nudging your cervix just right. It’s almost too much to take and you turn your head with a weak mewl, sound punched out of your lungs. She doesn’t let you, grabbing you by the jaw so that fucked out your eyes stayed on her own glossy ones.

“Yeah that’s right, look at me. Stay right here with me.”

“C—can’t.”

“You can. Be good, c’mon, j’st keep taking it, angel.” She moans and your toes curl. Needing her as close as humanely possible, your hand curled around the back of her head tugging her to your lips. You feel her arm pressed between the two of you, giving herself just enough space to toy with your clit as she groaned against your mouth.

You detached, unable to keep up with the kissing as you wrapped your arms around Ellie’s neck — and she was okay with that, focusing on her thrusting to get you where you needed. You squeeze extra hard with a pained mewl, every one of your moans met with a cooed ‘Yeah?’ or ‘That right?’ until you were actually finally cumming.

You’re not aware of yourself when you actually do, feeling like water was being thrown over the fire that was your body all whilst igniting another at the same time. The sounds coming from you were…a lot. Purs and squeals and moans and squelching, nothing left to do but to let Ellie ride it out for you, telling you how good you are for letting go. You hear her wince and it brings you back a little, realising you’d been scraping your fangs along Ellie’s bare shoulder — drawing thick beads of blood.

You pant, and she stares down at you with a clenched jaw as you calm your self, recuperating after that Earth shattering orgasm given by your best f— you couldn’t surely still be calling her that right? After all that?

Your eyes focus, puffy lips smeared slightly with the blood you’d drawn from Ellie’s skin and you heave out a whispered apology, trying to blink back your concentration which was proven difficult with her strap still seated deep inside you the way it was.

“S—orry, got carried away I didn’t mean to.”

She goes to shrug, but the air is then punched out of her lungs as you lean forward a little, looking at her with pensive, wide submissive eyes before flattening your tongue against the wound and cleaning it up. She watches, still not having said a word before she’s gently grabbing your shoulders and pushing you to lay flat again. Her hips shift, a slow experimental grind rolling out from her hips as she watches you. Your brows furrow, jaw gaping at the sensitivity as you grab at her strong arms in a slight panic. She takes your hands and pins them down in a soft and loving way.

“What’you doin’ Els?” You sigh out almost in one breath, and that’s when she leans down and presses soft kisses to your cheek once more, her hair tickling your nose, wanting you to feel the love radiating off her.

“Makin’ sure it’s all out your system. You’ll let me do that, yeah?” She mutters, still breathless and you whine in response with a vicious nod. “Good girl.”

Your thighs, which you hadn’t realised had tightened around her hips loosened and fell open, your tail pushing out from under you to absentmindedly tickle your own skin. Maybe it was for comfort, self soothing you through the pleasurable pain of your overstimulation.

Ellie picked up her pace a little, her movements different from before— long and lengthy rolls of her hips making sure to graze every wall inside of you. “How’s that? That make you feel good?” It’s an earnest and honest question, genuinely wanting to know but you tip your head back, controlling everything in you not to hurt her when you dig her claws into the fat beneath her ass now — trying to pull her deeper inside since she’d let your arms out of her pin.

“Feels so good, Ellie. Y’look after me so well.” You whimper, one hand reaching up to push her hair out of her face and she blinks at you a little off guard— preening at the praise a little. “My strong, clever Ellie. Always doin’ what’s right f’me.” You whine, and it seems the praising is turning the both of you on as her brows knit, lips parting just a little as she grinds harder in a way that rubs her good down below.

“Okay, okay fuck.” She chuckles when she catches herself, which only makes you bite your lip and spread yourself wider for her. The angle hits your gummy insides yet again in a way that you just couldn’t handle and your legs are jerking, eyes squeezing shut as you ride out another soft orgasm — letting her pleasure herself inside of you.

She keeps going, and keeps going, and keeps fucking going until you’re all fucked out — Ellie’s boxers soaked and the strap shiny all over from your releases. The sun is starting to come up through the blinds making Ellie squint tiredly when she rolls you over back on top of her, your thighs splayed either side of her body — plastic dick still burrowed inside of you.

She lets out a sigh of exertion and a gentle ‘Alright’ when she tries to carefully lift her hips, trying to get a good grip on the base of the dildo so she could pull it out of you but you whine, clenching around it selfishly as you smush your cheek against her — fucked out and senseless, already half asleep. “J’st keep it… keep it inside, please. Just for a little while.”

The sentence makes her heart tighten a little and she just nods, letting herself fall back and relax into the soft pillows more, hand opting to instead lazily trail up and down your back until the movements were halting with her journey into sleep— drifting off to the visions of your beautiful face, and the memory of your kisses against her lips.

She’ll ask you out officially tomorrow. For now, she could just enjoy the peace that you brought her.

[dearest-painter]

Valentino’s daughter reader anon! What about Husk teaching the reader how to use her wings? (I mentioned Valentino didn’t care enough to do that in my last post) but she has trouble trusting people so she’s always nervous if what he’s saying is try and she acts as if she’s walking on eggshells to not make him mad like her father.

here’s another one I thought of but am too lazy to make a separate request of (I might in the future but I don’t know lol) but what if the Vs knew about the daughter but tried to keep her a secret? Like Velvette basically treated her like a dress up doll, Vox treated her like she was his assistant, I.E making her carry his coffee and other tasks that someone would need to be paid to do, and Val just ignored her existence.

you can make separate posts if you want for these, pre Angel adopting them and post, sorry I’m just excited that someone actually likes writing this idea because it’s been in my head for so long 😭😭

It’s fine!!!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship, tell me if I need to add more

Summary:Your new dad helps you fly!

Angel Dust placed the random mattress he had hose down in a spot. You were a bit scared but your mama and dad were with you! Fat nuggets sat beside it as he made a little noise. Husk sighed as he opened his wings. “Alrighty kiddo, you know how to open your wings right?” He asked. You nodded your head and opened them.

“Okay…Now Imma help you get up in the sky but after that we learn” He told you so you could mentally prepare yourself. He picked you up and flapped his wings as he went above the bed mattress, not to high but not to low. Just the perfect height for beginners. He held you out but still held you. “Okay so…we’re gonna learn how to flap. You know how to make your wings go up and down right?”

“Yeah!” You answered as you nod your head. “Okay, I need you to do that but without stopping” Husk said. You nod your head as you stared at your wings. Slowly, you started to make them go up and down over and over until there was no hesitation. Angel Dust smiled as he watched you two. He was recording as he saw this as a milestone for you.

“Okay, Now…I’m letting you go. Keep flapping” Husk stated and let you go. You kept flapping your wings but your eyes were shut as you were scared of falling. Slowly you opened your eyes and looked around then looked down. You saw Angel dust smiling widely and cheering. You then looked at Husk who was smiling a bit. “You got down the flapping kid, now…let’s do flying” Husk said which made you super excited.

You always wanted to fly so you could join him on the days he actually used his wings! He grabbed your hand as he started to fly. You copied his body so you were leaning forward a bit like he was. Angel Dust was worried about this but he noticed halfway through, Husk let you go. You were flying on your own! He cheered loudly which made you realize husk no longer was holding you. “Look mama! I did it!” You happily said as you got on the ground and ran to Angel dust smiling.

Husk smiled as he watched your happiness and interaction. He knew you still had training to do but you were a strong flyer which is a good thing in hell, you can get away from things faster.

[penguinofspades]

Alrighty so I've got an idea for a rewrite of Hazbin Hotel's Adam: Don't make him Adam, but Jephthah.

If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about: Jephthah's a guy in the Bible who was a warrior. He promised God that he would sacrifice for him the first thing that greeted him when he came home in exchange for beating the Ammonites. God said "sure bud lol" and when Jepthah came home his daughter was the first one to greet him, much to both of their dismay. After bewailing her virginity for 2 months Jephthah's daughter was sacrificed to God.

These videos can help explain things.

Making him the leader of the angels would make sense since he was already a mighty warrior in the Bible. Here I imagine he'd be more of a pawn that's manipulated and lied to, definitely more tragic than the one note sexist pig we get in canon. He's pretty pissed about being forced to sacrifice his daughter.

Speaking of Jephthah's daughter, you could make Lute his daughter. Perhaps the two were cursed never to recognize each other or something. And in that case you could have it to where the curse is broken when Jephthah dies, his only relief being that he finally got to see his daughter again one last time. Lute gets angry at the main crew for killing her father and plots their destruction.

[bonezonejpg]

୨୧ : INTRODUCING MY INK VARIANT INX

Based off of my personal experiences. A year ago I was in a pretty bad headspace and had created him to help cope with my situation. Came upon him again and decided to make a ref+ revamp !! Anyways !! Some info about him <3 Inx deals with Chronic anxiety and Derealization. Despite the fact that knows the world around him is real, he struggles to fight with those irrational thoughts that its in fact not real. He feels like he's in a dream while existing which causes him to panic, and will get intrusive thoughts about him or others around him not being real. These intrusive thoughts can trigger panic attacks which happen to him frequently. Instead of using close range attacks, he specifically sticks with using long range attack as much as possible. Getting close to his targets causes him to panic, and most of the time he's not in a calm enough headspace to react on time and make strategic battle decisions. He tries his best to support Dream and Blue from the sidelines. He shrunk from stress.. LOL Dream is one of his comfort people. The two of them now live together and he spends most if not all of his time with Dream. When not around the other he can panic or go into spirals which take a very severe toll on his mental health. Because of this Dream makes sure to stay close to him and tries his best to accommodate him. He does have medication he uses sometimes, but he only uses it when having severe panic attacks. The viles are extremely hard to continuously manufacture so he has instead developed coping skills to deal with his issues best he can instead of taking his "medication" 24/7. The viles basically help him calm down and sort of reset his magic nervous system or whatever it would be so his panicking starts to cease. It doesn't last forever, but its a really good feeling when he takes it and it reminds him of how he used to be before dealing with all of this. These issues completely popped out of nowhere and the root cause is unknown by him and others around him. He had a thought that the world "wasn't real" and then got triggered into his first panic attack which then spread out into the issues he now has. [Literally exactly what happened to me except I'm okay now! Well sort of, not the same but def a LOT better :3] His eye will flash a bunch of different colors when he's about to have a panic attack or having one. This is a telltale sign that his stress has pretty much reached his limit and he's at his breaking point. He will leak and spill Ink from his mouth when trying to express the thoughts going on in his mind or his emotions. This is because his anxiety causes him to assume others will think he is annoying or attention seeking so he literally becomes choked up on his own words. Inx deals with constant paranoia that no one likes him and everyone finds him to be a burden. Despite others and himself trying to reassure himself, the sinking feeling that no one truly loves him also resides deep inside his bones. He doesn't get a lot of his sleep because of his derealization and anxiety. Constantly being in a state of panic makes it quite hard for him to rest because his body can't calm down enough to actually relax so he can fall asleep. He usually can only rest when with another person with some TV playing, or when he is so exhausted he literally cannot stay awake anymore.

Inx still enjoys to draw and visit AUs, it just has become quite difficult now because of the amount of stress he deals with. Obviously this has caused him to become pretty depressed so he has a really hard time picking up his hobbies, but he still attempts to use them as coping mechanisms even if he can't really make anything detailed anymore. Inx will constantly think about how he used to be before all of this and will wish that he could go back in time and just be normal again because he's so exhausted from everything.

Alrighty... For now thats all I can really think about!! I probably will look back at this and be like "awh dang why didn't I add this.." So expect me to most likely edit this little post at some point !! Also, all of these facts are 100% based off of experiences that I have went through. If you have any questions then feel free to send me an ask and I'll totally answer !! Plus some old art from when I first made him in 2023 when I was having that EP

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy reading all this despite it being super long... heh.. I'LL SEE U LATUR !!

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3434

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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XIX.

TIANA

I'd been feeling ill for the last two weeks and had no idea what was going on, so I headed to the shop to purchase a pregnancy test. When I got home from the store, I walked into the bathroom and opened the box while pulling out two of the pregnancy tests. I peed on both sticks while flushing the toilet, nervously walking back and forth, chewing my fingernails. When I flipped them over, I was taken aback since both of them said nice things. I could not believe I was pregnant.

I grabbed my phone and texted Trinity, Bianca, and Emma because we were all in a group chat together.

IMESSAGE GC 💬 Tiana: guys...I have some news... Breezy: bestie what happened?? Trin🤭🫶🏽: yeah, what happened T? Em♥️: what's wrong?

Breezy: BITCH YOURE PREGNANT?????? Trin🤭🫶🏽: TIANA ARE YOU DEADASS RN JOSH GOT YOU KNOCKED UP? Em♥️: omg....😳😳 Tiana: yeah...I am pregnant I haven't been feeling good for the past two weeks so I had to figure out what the hell was wrong with me I couldn't eat anything. Breezy: I'm going to be an auntie!!! 🥹🥹 Tiana: oh my goodness here you go 😭 Trin🤭🫶🏽: I gotta tell Jon about this Em♥️: does that mean we get to take turns taking care of the little one? Tiana: wait don't tell Jon yet because yk he'll go run his mouth to Josh so lemme tell him Trin🤭🫶🏽: fineeee tiana 🙄🙄 Breezy: we finna be aunties yall like omg can't believe this is happening Tiana: lawd but im going to keep these hidden until I see Josh so yall don't say anything to him Trin🤭🫶🏽: alrighty babygirl Breezy: my lips are sealed Em♥️: kk girly. Tiana: thank you I'll ttly

I emerged from the restroom with both pregnancy tests in my hand, still stunned that I was carrying this man's baby. I placed both of them inside my drawer and concealed them behind my clothing as I approached the mirror on my wall.

Lifting up my shirt and massaging my tummy, I imagined myself becoming a fine-ass mom. As I was rubbing my belly, I heard my phone ring and halted my motions to retrieve it off the dresser.

It was Jey calling me. God, I hope the girls didn't tell him; that would just ruin the surprise.

OTP ZaddyJey🤍: hey mamas what you doing? Mamas🩷: I'm at home alone right now chilling since I've haven't been feeling good lately and my hormones has been making me feel emotional too. ZaddyJey🤍: you want me to come over later? Mamas🩷: yesss baby I miss yo' fine ass anyways ZaddyJey🤍: hm, I miss yo' cute ass too love imma slide through later after work I'll make sure to bring some clothes then. Mamas🩷: yayyy my hubby is spending the nighhht ZaddyJey🤍: you're so goofy baby ight then mama I'll see you later I love you Mamas🩷: I love you tooo

CALL ENDED

I laid down on my bed and instructed Alexia to crank up the chilly air. I curled up under my nice blanket, grabbed the remote, and turned on Baddies Caribbean, my favorite program.

While watching my TV, I became tired for a second. I attempted to open my eyes, but it didn't work, so I fell asleep, allowing my show to play itself.

✧.*

I awoke to my phone buzzing. As I managed to open my eyes, I noticed Jey beckoning me. I sat up and peered out the window, noticing his car in my driveway. I dashed downstairs, opened the door, and discovered him waiting there with food in his hand.

"Damn girl, you didn't hear me calling you?" He questioned me while I scratched the crust out of my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Bubba. I was in a deep slumber and had forgotten you were even coming," I said.

"It's alright, Mama. Please let me know next time. C'mon, so we can eat because I know you haven't eaten yet." I nodded affirmatively as I let him inside the home and slammed the door behind him.

He set the food and beverages on the table in the living room. This man bought some Waffle House for dinner since he adored the establishment.

He bought me a grilled chicken sandwich with fries and a lemonade, and he grabbed himself a BLT. I grabbed the remote from the table and turned on Twilight, as it was the time of year when the leaves dropped.

I hope I don't throw up the food he brought for us to eat since I've been feeling terrible all day and haven't eaten anything. While watching the movie, I felt my mouth turn sour, so I jumped up from the couch and hurried to the toilet, vomiting up.

'Goddamnit, this is getting ridiculous.'

I heard Jey's footsteps enter the bathroom as he pulled my hair up and patted my back while I vomited.

After throwing up, I flushed the toilet, wiped my face with a towel, and looked at Jey. I could interpret his facial expression; he appeared worried and perplexed.

"You good mama?" Jey asked.

"Y-yeah, I just need some water to help with all of this." I said, knowing damn well that my pregnancy is causing all of this.

"I'll go grab it for you. Why don't you go lie down on the couch? I'll come meet you." I did what I was told to do, lying down on the couch and rubbing my tummy.

'Hopefully, after this, I could surprise him with the pregnancy test.'

I saw Jey walking towards me with a cold water bottle in his hand. As he gave it to me, I grabbed it from his hand, opened it up, and drank it.

After drinking the water, I placed my head on Jey's lap, continuing to watch Twilight and feeling him play with my hair.

His touch felt calming and comfortable. I looked up at him while his eyes were fixed on the movie, but he could see I was admiring him.

He looked down at me with deep, hooded eyes, seized my chin, and pressed his soft lips against mine, kissing me a few times in the process.

He backed away as he grinned at me. God, he was so beautiful it wasn't funny. I sat straight on his lap, straddling him as I felt him grab my hips.

"I have a surprise for you that you might like," I added, toying with his mullet.

He arched an eyebrow at me, "What kind of surprise?" I chucked at him before jumping off his lap and rushing upstairs to my room. I proceeded to the drawer, grabbed both pregnancy tests, and tucked them behind my back as I headed downstairs. He was sitting there on his phone, waiting for me to reveal his surprise.

When I walked in front of him, his gaze fixed on me. I told him to close his eyes while pulling his hand out and placing both of the pregnancy tests in his hand.

He opened his eyes, seeing them both in his hand. As I watched, his face went into complete shock. He looked up at me, then back down at the tests.

"Tiana, don't play with me right now. Are you actually pregnant?" Jey questioned me.

"Yes, Josh, I'm really pregnant." I said.

"This gotta be a prank. Tink, yo' ass must be pranking me." I shook my head while coming towards him to sit on his lap, playing with his mullet, saying, "It's not a prank, baby. I'm serious."

He scooped me up by the thighs, giving me a few kisses on the lips while spinning me around in the process, causing me to feel dizzy.

Jey smiled at me happily. We are actually going' to become parents like actual parents.

"I am so happy, baby; I'm going to be a father, " he said softly, with excitement in his voice.

"Me too, Josh. I can't believe this is happening," I said before yawning.

Jey took note of this as he grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV before taking his phone and pregnancy tests as he carried me upstairs to my room.

He shut the door behind him with his foot and placed me on my lovely covers while I watched him remove his clothing. His toned skin, strong frame, and gorgeous Samoan tattoos were so exquisite that I couldn't help but approach up to him and stand in front of him as he seized me with his gaze.

Feeling all over his chest and face, he had such beautiful features I couldn't keep my hands to myself as I felt his hand around my waist.

"What's up, mamas?" he said as his gaze shifted to mine. I looked up at him with innocent eyes and placed my lips on his neck, kissing it wetly. I felt his hands slither down to my ass, gripping it tightly as I proceeded to give him wet kisses on his neck, marking him up in the process.

He grabbed my thighs and went backward towards the bed, where he sat down with me, straddling his lap.

He grabbed me forcefully by the throat, stopping me in my tracks. "you know you drive me crazy tink?" He spoke with a heavy tone of voice.

"I know I do so how about you let me take control of the situation and you." I replied with a smile.

I moved off his lap as he shuffled back towards the headboard, slipping his sweatpants and PSD boxers off. Seeing his long and curved dick rise up and strike his stomach.

My mouth watered at the sight of it, and his black stare was fixed on me and my motions as I slid my hair to the side.

SMUT WARNING

I started stroking his dick up and down, seeing the pre-cum pouring out of it and watching him relax via my touch.

I kissed his gorgeous mushroom tip, teasing him slightly as I heard his breathing tremble; he never allowed me to do this to him; generally, he would take charge of the situation or demonstrate his power.

"B-baby, stop teasing me, girl.." he rasped as I chuckled at him before going down on him.

I swirled my tongue around his tip, going all the way down until his tip was hitting the back of my throat.

I bopped my head up and down on his dick, hearing his sweet moans escaping from his lips, gazing up at him. He had his head thrown back on the headboard, clenching his legs in the process.

He opened his eyes, staring deeply into my soul as I continued to suck the soul out of him. Feeling his hand caressing my face.

"Fuckkk, baby, just like that, keep goin'." I loved the way he was sounding right now; it was turning me on even more.

"Mhmm, keep talking to me, love," I mutter softly while continuing to circle my tongue around the tip.

I felt him move his hips, pushing his dick deeper inside of my mouth, grabbing a whole load of my hair, and began to face fuck me. I maintained my breathing as I let him face fuck me hearing his heavy breathing.

"Shit, mama, your mouth feels so good wrapped around my dick, letting me fuck this pretty face of yours." Jey grunted as he continued to thrust his hips.

All you could hear were wet noises coming from my lips as all of my saliva was dripping down all over his dick and my hands.

He abused my throat every chance he got while my eyes fluttered and my throat spasmed. With every single thrust he would just go deeper and deeper I started to form tears into my eyes.

"Ouuu fuck mami...taking me so well...make me nut mama..." his breathing became more shaky and heavy, knowing that he was almost close to his climax.

Feeling his dick twitching inside of my mouth along with his legs twitching too, as his tip was deep inside of my throat.

Rolling his eyes in the back of his head, thrusting his hips in the process, I used both of my hands, stroking him up and down while he did that, driving him insane.

After abusing my throat some more, I heard a loud groan escaping from his lips while his warm seeds spilled down my throat, eating that shit up.

I felt him shaking violently, seeing him pull out his dick away from my mouth, hearing that pop as my face felt flushed, seeing his chest heaving up and down.

I stick my tongue out at him, showing him that I swallow all of his nut, smiling at him as he chuckles at me, trying to catch his breath.

"Yo' ass is nasty baby but c'mere and ride this dick tho mama." Jey said while curling up his fingers.

I did what I was told to do, removing my booty shorts along with my cheeky panties and crawling towards his way before climbing on top of him.

I grabbed his dick rubbing his tip on my now wet folds before sticking it in, I sat down on it as a gasp escaped my lips feeling his hands on my hips as I began to ride him cowgirl style.

I was bouncing up and down on his dick as he was guiding me with my hips we maintained eye contact with each other while he racked his hand onto my ass cheeks as I whined.

"Fuck daddy, this dick feels so good..." I moaned, holding onto his shoulders.

"Yeah? Keep ridin' yo' dick, mama. This is all yours, baby." He replied in a raspy tone.

I had my eyes rolling in the back of my head while throwing my head back in the process as he continued to give my ass a few smacks.

He grabbed me up by the throat, placing his soft lips on mine, slipping his tongue in the process as we tongue kissed each other.

He guided my hips up and down his dick as my walls were clenching around him, causing him to groan between the kiss. Removing his lips from mine, replacing them with my neck, marking me up just like how I did him.

"You're so fucking pretty, you that mama?" He whispered softly in my ear.

"Uhn Huh, daddy fuck..."

I circled my hips on his dick, feeling myself breaking underneath him every single time, spelling my name on his dick.

His tip was hitting my spot as I continued to circle my hips like crazy, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure.

"Keep goin' fo' me baby fuck...this my shit?"

"Yess daddy this is all yours I'm yours forever baby.."

"Damn, right, ma yo' ass better know you belong to." I felt a pit go down my stomach as my facial expressions turned up, which caught his attention, knowing that I was going to cum all over him.

He got some control, firmly grabbing my hips and pushing his hips to meet my motions. Skins were clapping against each other as I screamed his name across the entire bedroom.

He was beating my shit up while I placed my face into his neck, moaning in his ear.

"Mhm, take this dick like a big girl. This shit is making you go stupid." Jey grunted as he continued to hammer into my gummy walls.

I love it when he talks nasty to me; it makes me want to smear his dick with my essence. I clutched his shoulders hard, knowing that I was getting near to my climax. I let out a loud groan as my body began to tremble beneath him, covering his dick with my cream. I wanted to get off of him right now, but he gripped my waist tightly, his powerful arms hammering into my wet creamy cunt deeply.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck Josh please...I can't take it..." I mewled weakly.

"Nah baby take this fucking dick and be a good girl fo' me baby." I did what I was told to do as I let him continue to beat my pussy in.

He was giving me these harsh strokes, kissing me all over my neck while I held his shoulders for dear life, sensing another orgasm approaching. I felt his dick quiver inside of me, knowing he was about to cum in my shit.

I was so overwhelmed that tears welled up in my eyes as I swallowed my saliva and threw my head back. I couldn't even fathom what was going on. 

Making me feel as if my brain needed to be rebooted, he shoved his hips farther into my gushy insides, causing me to gasp loudly as he smirked. Seeing how I trembled beneath his touch.

"Fuck baby, I'm finna nut all in yo' shit stuffing yo' ass like a turkey." After a few more thrusts, he and I came together as a groan escaped from our lips.

I felt his warm seeds inside of me filling me up well as he and I were panting heavily. He pulled his dick out from me, and his seeds were dripping out from my pussy and onto his stomach.

SMUT OVER.

We didn't move an inch from each other as I laid on his chest hearing his breathing going steady while his hands were still wrapped around my waist hugging me.

His lips gently kissed me on the neck and chest before we could finally pull away from each other. We looked into each other's eyes, smiling at each other, and I saw sweat dripping down his body.

"Damn that shit felt so good mama." Jey said.

"Y-yeah it did..ion' think I can move my body at the moment." I replied earning a chuckle from him.

"I can tell c'mon I'll carry you into the bathroom so we can take a bath together ight?" He scooped me up by my legs carrying me inside my bathroom placing me on top of the sink.

Turning on the faucet, he checked the temperature of the bath water, making sure that it wasn't hot or anything.

✧.* After we took a bath together, I was cuddled up on his chest, hearing his heartbeat while he was on his phone, scrolling through his social media.

Meanwhile, I was watching my show, gasping as I watched the girls fight each other, taking each other's wigs off while knocking their heads in.

"Why do you even watch this shit Tiana?" Jey questioned me, and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Because bae it's interesting to me and funny don't be hater now." I said sarcastically.

"Mane, I ain't no hater. I'm just saying," he earned a hum from me as my eyes were focused on the show.

I felt his hand on my tummy, pulling me closer to him as he began to rub it before placing a soft kiss on my neck.

I turned my head to look at his features, and he was already admiring me. I kissed him on the lips as he responded.

"I'm so nervous love." I said.

"Why mama?"

"Because what if I'm not a good mom to our little one?" He raised his eyebrow, looking at me.

"Baby, I think you'll be a great mother. Don't doubt yourself, okay? I'll be right there with you," Jey said as he reassured me.

I gave him one last kiss before turning off the TV and getting comfortable in the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist, whispering in my ear.

"I love you mama"

"I love you too papa."

Under Your Touch.

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: IM FINNA BE AN AUNTIEEE zillafatu replied to your story: I'm an uncle? uceyjucey replied to your story: we finna be the best parents in the world baby 🤍 jonathanfatu replied to your story: ong bro I can't wait trinity_fatu replied to your story: tete babyyyy auntie is goin to spoil you rotten. 😭😭 rikishi replied to your story: ♥️ shelovesemma replied to your story: yesssss I am so happy for you!! theylovelani replied to your story: are you fucking kidding me?

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uceyjucey: a father to be 🤍 tianasworld: I am so happy to experience this with you love. uceyjucey: @ tianasworld me too baby ♥️ romanreigns: lemme' know when the due date is so I can see the little bundle of joy solosikoa: I'm proud of you big bro biancabelairwwe: THANK JOSH NOW MY WISHES OF BECOMING A AUNTIE IS NOW TRUE! 🥹🥹 uceyjucey: @ biancabelairwwe 😭😭 no problem jonathanfatu: yo' ass really did knock her up I thought it was joke 😭 trinity_fatu: yessss brotherrrr finna be a daddy! theylovelani: wtf Jey like wtf uceyjucey: @ theylovelani gtfo please.

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A/n: I have some sad news this book is coming to a close soon only four more chapters to go I really did enjoy writing this book but I am so happy for Tiana and Jey fr fr.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

[thatturtleleon]

KOBD HCs Pt.2

pt.1 here !

alrighty I was nice last time with fluffy hcs, now for some angsty ones to start it off

after breakdown got his eye taken, he sometimes wakes up and forgets it's gone and panics for a few seconds when he can't see from that optic

he tries to play it off, acting like nothing happened, but knockout notices

KO isn't really sure what to do, he knows he can't take away what happened to breakdown

so he gently kisses his eyepatch, breakdown flinches a little at first but knows he's safe

when breakdown died, knockout assumed he went missing or was captured again (i think this is canon, its been a while since ive watched s1 so just bare with me lol), BD dying didn't even cross KO's mind

not until he finally saw what silas did

I believe that knockout stated the whole situation didn't bother him, simply because he was too numb to process it

he didn't do anything, there wasn't really anything to do. nothing would bring his conjunx back

(ill expand more on the angst in a separate post but that was a taste)

OK SOME LESS ANGSTY STUFF NOW

breakdown likes to carry knockout

breakdown works out specifically so he can carry knockout

he also likes to show off how strong he is, knockout does the same and shows off how fast he can go

knockout can yell and breakdown immediately knows if it's a "i'm in trouble" yell or a "MY FRAGGING PAINTJOB GOT SCRATCHED AGAIN" yell

speaking of which, they patch each other up after missions

KO took BD to a drive in movie theater once and they watched titanic

both cried

this next hc is based off of a post i saw! ill have to hunt for it again but ill link it here when i find it

for their honeymoon, knockout and breakdown went to the acid wastes so breakdown could drive as much as he wanted to without worrying abt getting burned by the sun (the area they're from, from what i read, has a sun that can burn bots if they don't get away from the light fast enough)

breakdown's the type of dude to (if he could) drink expired milk, shrug, then proceed to still drink it as knockout watches in horror

both of them treat vehicons like actual decent people, unlike the other higher ranking decepticons. because of this, KOBD is very well liked by them, especially breakdown

Note: ahhh these are so fun to make, i love them sm !! tagging @virovirokun-has-adhd and @b1ts-4nd-byt3s-1n-p4r4d1se

[artstaeus3600]

Alrighty so I fucked up a little with the poll I did for the DanDad AU with making it last a week instead of a day, but oh well🤷‍♀️, anywho since the majority is the yes to the DC crossover, Y'all can decide who Dan gets a partner or not!

If any one comments on any other ships I'll do another poll with those one and the winner of this one!

Edit: I think we all know he needs therapy 😂

( kinda wish you could choose how long you could do the poll for, you know besides 1 day vs. 1 week)

[morgana-larkin]

a rather violent or might be crack prompt ; Melissa had a real bad morning. From her house and on her way to Abbott, all she encountered are misfortune, the barista didn't even made her coffee right and cursed to she's just centimeters away from punching someone. The reader, however is excited for her new job and parked on Melissa's favorite parking spot [she didn't know it is Mel's parking spot yet]. Ava was introducing the new teacher in the break room when Melissa burst in and asked who owns the jeep wrangler, the reader smiled sweetly and said it's her and hi. Which made Melissa even more pissed because she's so done and it's not even 9 in the morning and goes like "yeah, so it's you? well, Say hi to this" and punched the new teacher in the face breaking her nose lololol. The whole Abbott staff was GAGGED. But later on she apologize and the new teacher is very understanding. Ava was thankful because she said she cannot go to the court again, because apparently she had to go twice already that week. Lol. This is crazy, I know.

Alrighty! Here’s one of the ones that’s on the list! Anon it may be crazy but so am I lol. Crazy for our favourite redhead. This one is short but sweet. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m thinking of expanding the area of who I write for. Because while I’m completely obsessed with Lisa Ann Walter (she’s my favourite), I also like the thirteenth Doctor and Beverly (Jodie Whittaker), Misty Quigley and Marilyn Thornhill(Christina Ricci), Agatha Harkness and Eve Fletcher(Kathryn Hahn), and Moraine Sedai (Rosamund Pike). Let me know if any of those interest you!

The Stolen Parking Spot

Warnings: Feisty Mel (although that’s just regular Mel lol), reader gets punched

Words: 1.56

Melissa is having one of those mornings when nothing goes right. She forgot to set her alarm which caused her to wake up at 7 instead of 6, which then caused her to quickly have a shower and not dry her hair. Which then caused her to get distracted and forget her lunch and coffee. Which was sad since she was looking forward to those leftovers. She quickly stopped at the coffee shop down the street from Abbott to get a coffee and they screwed it up. When she finally got to Abbott she saw that someone even parked in her parking spot. ”THIS FUCKING MORNING!” Melissa yelled in her car. She had to park in the very last spot, furthest from the door. On the way to the door she tripped and dropped her screwed up coffee. She swears that she’s gonna punch someone.

She looked at the car that’s in her spot and sees it’s a jeep wrangler, who the bloody hell can afford a jeep wrangler on our paycheck. Melissa stomps her way to the break room and looks at the time, 7:50, 10 minutes until school starts. When she got to the break room she slammed the door open and yelled, “who owns the Jeep wrangler in the parking lot?!!?” and all eyes turn to her, including a new pair of eyes, yours.

You were excited to start your new job today. You turned your alarm clock off and looked at the time, 6:15am. Perfect! You got in the shower, then after brushed your teeth and hair, dried your hair then applied some eyeshadow and lip balm, not a lot but a thin layer. You packed your lunch and then set off to Abbott. You quickly stopped at the coffee shop down the street from the school and got an amazing cup of coffee from there, you might have to return back here to get another. Just as you were about to get in your car, you see this beautiful redhead stomp up into the shop, she looks like she’s having a rough morning you think, you hope it turns around for her. You park in the parking lot then walk up to the doors and enter. You meet the principal and she brings you to the break room to meet everyone. “Everyone! This is y/n y/l/n! Our new 6th grade teacher, since the other one…nvm what happened there, she’s gone and y/n here is the new one.” Ava replies. Janine and Jacob immediately go up and introduce themselves to you just as another teacher storms in here, “who owns the Jeep wrangler in the parking lot?!!?” And everyone, including you, turns to look at her, and you raise your hand.

“Hi, I own the Jeep Wrangler, I’m y/n, it’s wonderful to meet you!” You tell her and she looks pissed.

“Yeah, so it’s yours?” She asks and you nod. “Well say hi to this!” She says and punches you in the face and you tumble back into Jacob and Janine and your nose starts bleeding. Everyone looks at Melissa and you in shock, everyone’s jaw dropped. Ava rushes to hand you napkins for your nose and then Janine quickly rushes you to the nurse.

Back in the break room, all eyes are on Melissa, Ava quickly rushes out, not wanting to get involved. Barb is the first one to speak, she gets up and makes her way to Melissa.

“Melissa, why did you punch that poor innocent woman?” She asks her, and it seems all of Melissa’s anger left her body already and looks guilty.

“I didn’t mean to. I just had a really bad morning and she parked in my spot and I tripped and lost my coffee.” She says and at that, Jacob quickly makes her a cup of coffee and hands it to her. “Thanks Jacob.” She says and Jacob almost trips when she tells him that since there’s no added insult.

“I should go and apologise to that girl. Who is she anyway? I've never seen her before.”

“Oh that’s y/n, the new sixth grade teacher, it’s her first day.” Jacob says and Melissa looks even more guilty.

“First day? Oh great. First day and gets punched in the face, great welcome.” Melissa says and Janine returns at that moment.

“Nurse is looking at her nose and thinks it’s a broken nose but just a little bit broken.” She says and Melissa facepalms.

“Janine, do you mind taking my class for a bit? I’m gonna go apologise to her.” Melissa says and Janine immediately agrees.

“I can watch over her sixth grade class.” Jacob says. “I have a prep period.”

“Ok ya, you do that.” Melissa says defeated and then she goes to the nurse’s office. She walks in and sees the nurse finishing up the bandage on your nose. “Hi.” She says to you after the nurse said you're good to go and you look over to her with wide eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to punch you again. I wanted to apologise.” She tells you after you get off the bed.

“Oh it’s alright, no hard feelings. I promise I won’t park in your spot again.” You tell her and then thank the nurse and then you leave, Melissa trailing behind you.

“Wait a second, can I talk to you for a minute please.” She says and you turn around to look at her.

“The bell rang like 5 minutes ago and I got a room full of students waiting for me and I’m sure you got one too.” You tell her.

“Well actually Jacob is looking after your class right now and Janine is watching mine while I came to apologise to you.”

“Like I said, no hard feelings. You’re very protective of your spot, I get it.” You tell her and she sighs.

“It’s not about the spot, it would have been fine if all the other things that happened to me this morning didn’t happen. I would have still been annoyed that you parked in my spot but I wouldn’t have punched you.” She tells you and you look at her and remember the woman outside the coffee shop this morning.

“Wait, did you stop at the coffee shop down the street?” You ask her and she nods. “I saw you walking in there as I was about to get in my car. You looked pretty pissed, I silently hoped your morning turned around but I guess not.” You tell her.

“Ya I’m not having the best morning, I forgot to set my alarm so I woke up an hour late. I could dry my hair since I didn’t have time, I forgot my lunch and coffee which I was looking forward too. And the coffee shop didn’t get my coffee right. And after I had to park in the furthest spot, I tripped and dropped my coffee.” She tells you and you stare at her with wide eyes.

“Wow, no wonder you punched me. Sounds like quite the morning.” You tell her and she chuckles a bit. Ava comes around the corner and passes you guys.

“Well like I said, I wanted to apologise for punching you, and also to properly greet you to Abbott.” She tells you and you smile at her.

“Like I said, no hard feelings but thank you, I’m not gonna sue or anything.” You say and Ava hears that and immediately comes over to you.

“You’re not gonna sue?” She asks and you shake your head. “Oh thank you, cause girl I can’t go to court again this week. I’ve already gone twice this week.” She tells you and walks away. You go to question her but Melissa tells you not to bother.

“She’s already gone twice? It’s Wednesday.” You say and Melissa laughs.

“I’m not that surprised.” She tells you.

“By the way.” You tell her. “I never got your name.”

“It’s Melissa.” She tells you and holds out a hand for you to shake.

You shake her hand. “Y/n.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Well it’s lovely to meet you y/n.” She tells you with a smile.

“Likewise.” You tell her.

“Well I should probably go. I’m pretty much the only one that can keep my kids calm. I’m surprised that Janine hasn’t burst out of the room yet.” She says and you laugh. Just then Janine bursts out of the room.

“Melissa, your students are so hyper.” Janine says and catches her breath.

“Wow, the timing.” You tell her and she laughs.

“To properly make it up to you, how about you sit at the table with Barb and I at lunch?” She asks you and you immediately agree. “Well I’ll see you at lunch then.” She tells you and you nod. You then proceed to go to your class and Melissa goes to save Janine.

*4 years later*

Melissa is standing holding your hands in front of both your families. “I can’t believe that we’re finally getting married. And to think it started with a stolen parking spot and a punch to the face.” She says as she starts her wedding vows and you giggle. She smiles at you as she hears the laugh that she fell in love with.

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[patti-mayonnaise]

hey hey its ya boy juni

alrighty so uhhh this isnt really meant to alarm people at all, but more to warn others in the near future ig (plus i kinda suck at explaining so bare with me alr?? thisll all be explained from my experience, so please feel free to add on!! dwjjhwjwq)

okok so recently, there was this one miiblogger by the name of "IsaactheMii", who'd mostly post abt stuff like miitomo, miitopia, TL, etc etc.

so like. you may be thinking, "whar?? didn't isaac get deactivated??" thats exactly what im gonna cover dude!! this is to get some confusion out of the way :-D

recently, i made a post abt like, if you give a hc to my mii, i'll hc yours, and isaac decided to participate,, in a way that wasn't so uhhh sfw in a way?? heres one example lmao

i really don't think he was tryna be like, creepy in a way, or at least thats what i think?? idk idk but it kinda made me and the other dudes of miiblr uncomfortable, and just really, he'd always portray my mii as a bully and say sum transphobic stuff about him,, and this snapshot is just A PEBBLE compared to these nexts chats,, so come suffer with me!! :*]

cringe up ahead watch out

alright so uhh lets move to the discord chats shall we!!! im gonna say like, about 2 months ago?? damn not even a month actually,, isaac joined the miicord server, and like. he did small stuff like, bashing others opinions and spamming stuff, to starting fights with other members,, (sadly i dont have proof cuz hes banned but majority of miiiblr should know know what i mean yeah??)

eventually, the drama got so bad, to where isaac deactivated his acc as a whole, about a day ago. making a shitty apology post saying that he "messed up" with me and another user, just kind of guilt tripping all of us, only to piss off the majority of miiblr more lmao

eventually later, isaac got banned from miicord for whatever reason me thinks?? but i was told that he told everyone in there to oof themselves, which just led him to ban evading and making another account

eventually he didnt even last a day,, not even an hour,, and he just said some pretty nasty uhhh

stuff to miicord,,

unfortunately, this is all the snapshots i could get from my brilliant pal in crime, @wii-no-ma on discord. but i think yall get my point,, isaac has done some pretty nasty stuff in the past, from saying the most toe curling, eye widening, jaw dropping shit, (ohhh man cut that out,, that aints funny) to just straight up sending death threats to people bruh

anyway, thats all i really needed to post lol. obviously its nothing alarming to the point where miiblr is in danger and whatnot, but i decided to make this for future purposes in case isaac does decided to come back yk?? anyway this next bit is for isaac

ay isaac, if youre uhh reading this,, youre like. always allowed to rejoin miiblr, just please dont expect us to like, welcome you back in open arms or anything yk?? what you did and said was like. really arrogant and immature, but we cant stop you from rejoining miiblr. may things go the way you want in the future and that you'll get the help that you need soon. cheers.

big thanks to @wii-no-ma and @evanorasworld for the snapshots :]

[tickly-giggles]

Okay, so can we have lee!Dabi, ler!Hawks with "th3 safeword is tickle." Cuz Hawks knows Dabi can't say it, and he wants a go at his bellybutton!

Anon, you read my mind. The second I made that one of the options, I thought of Dabi being forced to say it~

A/N: Istg, I always put way too much romance in these lol I'm such a hopeless romantic, please forgive me. Also, this doesn't connect to any storyline, this is just fluff <3

Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage

Prompt: "The safe word is 'tickle'."

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: DabiHawks, they are together!

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Word Count: 1,187

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“Alrighty, ya ready?”

Dabi groaned, face flushed as he experimentally tugged on his binds that held him spread eagle on the bed. He wasn’t tied down very tight, it was only his first time trying bondage, but being unable to protect himself made him far more nervous than he would like to admit. He tried to recall how he even got himself in this situation.

Ah, that’s right. Ever since he and Hawks started dating, he had become a lot more comfortable around him. That included attacking him with tickles at any chance he got. The feeling of superiority that washed over him whenever he tickled Hawks into submission was addictive. He knew he liked it, too, so it wasn’t that big a deal. However, one day, Hawks had expressed his desire to get revenge on his boyfriend. 

“I’m always on the receiving end,” he said,

“I just want a chance to get back at you.”

“Not gonna happen, Feathers,” Dabi chuckled.

Hawks smirked mischievously,

“How ‘bout this then? If you can go a full day without tickling me, I won’t get you back. But if you can’t,”

he took Dabi’s chin in his fingers and pulled him closer,

“Then I get to tie you up and get proper revenge.”

The hot head smirked, not wavering from Hawks’ touch,

“Fine. I’m gonna win, though~.”

He didn’t win. In fact, he lost quite spectacularly.

There were no rules set in place when they shook on the bet, and there was nothing saying Hawks couldn’t provoke his boyfriend. From being a little brat to straight up asking to be tickled, suffice to say Dabi did not last the whole day.

So now, here he was, tied down at his boyfriend’s mercy like promised. He watched Hawks, who had a stupid grin on his face. That same stupid grin that never failed to steal Dabi’s breath. 

He huffed and averted his gaze, tugging on his ropes one more time, before succumbing to his fate with a sigh,

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Hawks beamed and slowly began rolling up his boyfriend’s shirt. Dabi instinctively sucked in his belly, which made Hawks chuckle.

“I haven’t even started yet! You’re so cute~.”

“Shut up, feather brain,” Dabi hissed.

“Ahahalright, alright,” Hawks positioned his wiggling fingers over the villain’s belly,

“By the way, the safe word is ‘tickle’.”

“Wait wha- GAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAIT, NONONO NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Dabi shrieked and bucked as Hawks immediately went for his death spot. Was he trying to kill him? The bed bounced and shook with his incessant struggling. Hawks laughed, meticulously skittering his fingers along the outer rim of the villain’s belly button, sometimes dipping in to lightly scratch at the skin. What really made Dabi go crazy, however, was when Hawks positioned his fingers on the outer edges of his belly button and squeezed. There wasn’t a lot of healthy skin to work with on his torso but, luckily, he never seemed to get used to the sensations.

“Awww, lookit you! You’re such a ticklish wittle baby, aren’t you~?” Hawks teased, smirking when Dabi’s laughter went up an octave from hearing the T word.

“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP, BIHIHIHIRDIE!!”

Dabi growled through his laughter, frantically tugging on his binds,

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP, GOHOHO SOMEWHERE EHEHEHELSE!!”

“I’m not stopping until I hear the safe word. Which is ‘tickle’, did I mention that already? Tickle tickle tickle~!”

“GOHOHOHOD DAHAHAHAHAMMIT, SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Dabi whined and stuck his face in his arm, desperately trying to hide his flushed cheeks and giant smile.

All he had on his mind was revenge. How dare Hawks make the safe word a word he couldn’t even say? He had no choice - if he wanted it to stop, he had to say it. He wasn’t necessarily flustered by it, it just wasn’t a word he felt comfortable saying. Whenever he would say it, it felt like acid on his tongue, and he would feel like he committed some kind of sin. When he heard it in the context of teasing, however, he was absolutely flustered by it. His face erupted in red, his laughter got louder and more hysterical, his squirming doubled in intensity. He couldn’t bear to hear the word while being tickled, let alone say it. He figured he was doomed to be tickle tortured like this forever at this rate.

Suddenly, there was a small reprieve, and Dabi gasped for air. He looked up at Hawks while catching his breath. The winged hero smiled down at him, shimmying down his boyfriend’s legs and repositioning himself a bit.

“You seem like you’re having fun~,” he grinned.

Dabi scoffed, 

“What gives you that idea?”

“Well,” Hawks ran his hands up Dabi’s torso, making him shiver at first, then he relaxed into his boyfriend’s warm touch,

“You haven’t bothered to say the safe word at all. And I’m tickling your worst spot. Are you actually enjoying being at my mercy while I tickle you to pieces~?”

The villain shivered, narrowing his eyes at the cocky bastard he called his partner,

“You know I can’t say it, that’s not fair.”

“And when, my dear Touya, have you ever played fair, hm~?”

Dabi swallowed at the mention of his real name. He huffed and averted his gaze once more, not dignifying Hawks with a response. Another moment of peace passed before there was a sudden intake of breath, and Dabi’s entire tummy erupted in ticklish vibrations.

“GAAAHAHAHAHAA, HAHAHAHAWKS!!” he arched his back, effectively pushing his belly deeper into the raspberries,

“CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OUT, YOU SOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHITCH!!”

“Wohohow, you’re weak to raspberries!” Hawks laughed, squeezing along Dabi’s sides,

“I wouldn’t have guessed~!”

He took another deep breath and blew an even bigger raspberry directly on his boyfriend’s belly button, causing him to throw his head back in shrieking hysteria.

“S-STAHAHAHAHAA! PLEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHA!!”

Dabi couldn’t even form full words, he was in such ticklish agony. He thrashed and writhed helplessly, wanting nothing more than to turn these damn ropes to ash.

“You know how to stop this~,” Hawks purred, readying yet another raspberry.

It took about another ten minutes of tickle torture before Dabi could finally muster up the courage to say it. He couldn’t believe how the sensations never died down, he was always just as ticklish as when the sessions began. It was absolute agony, the way his nerves were shocked with such intensity every time Hawks so much as squeezed his tummy. There were days he wished he wasn’t so ticklish.

“OKAHAHAHAY! OKOKOK, T-TIHIHIHAHAHA!! TIHIHIHIHICKLE!! TICKLE TICKLE, I SAHAHAHAID IT, HAHAHAHAPPY?!”

And like that, it all stopped. Dabi coughed and groaned, letting his head fall against the soft pillow beneath him as he regained composure. He heard Hawks chuckle, and he watched him as he started untying the ropes.

“What’s… so funny?” he panted.

Hawks shot his boyfriend a genuine, beaming smile, and Dabi’s heart skipped a beat,

“Hearing your laugh is so therapeutic. I can’t get enough of it. You’re adorable, and I love seeing you smile.”

Dabi didn’t reply. He lay on the bed, patiently waiting for Hawks to finish untying him.

Maybe being this ticklish wasn’t so bad.

[mewtwoandme]

It's that time again folks!

It's been a hot minute since I've done one of these ask my muse(s) games lol. I'm still in a bit of a motivation funk with art, so I wanna do something else fun. The majority of you know how this works, but here's a run-down for the newbies.

In an ask, send the name of the character with the # of the question you wanna ask next to it

Example: (character's name) 10.

Available Characters: Jericho, Lakota, Amber, Mew, Sivith, Gwen, Jay, Mandy, and I'll even throw in Legion as a bonus future character, just to see how it goes! ^^

Note: ONE CHARACTER AT A TIME PLEASE. I've noticed in the last couple of games that I've done, despite giving specific directions, some people were trying to give questions to multiple characters in one ask. This ain't a kill two birds with one stone type deal, if you wanna ask more than one character a question, it has to be individually.

Alrighty! Go nuts and have fun! ^^

Are you outgoing or shy?

Describe yourself in 6 words?

Are you easy to get along with?

What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Do you believe in luck or miracles?

What is your favorite form of self expression?

What are your bad habits?

Do you have trust issues?

Favorite part of your daily routine?

Would you rather live without TV or music?

What song do you listen to when you’re sad?

What do you say during awkward silences?

What are your favorite stores to shop in?

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

If you're being extremely quiet, what does it mean?

Do you swear often?

What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

Favourite colour?

Favourite food?

First thing you ate this morning?

Last thing you ate?

How many pillows do you sleep with?

Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Cold room with lots of blankets or hot room with no blankets?

Favourite tv show?

Favourite movie?

How are you feeling currently?

Do you regret anything from your past?

Do you come from a big family?

Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Do you like Chinese food?

Favourite book?

Are you currently bored?

What makes you happy?

What's your zodiac sign?

Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

What can’t you live without (besides other humans)?

Do you like talking about yourself?

What is the greatest lie you’ve ever told?

How tall are you?

Summer, Spring, Fall or Winter?

Night person or Morning person?

Tea or Coffee?

Are you having a good day?

Do you believe in ghosts?

Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

[miimo96]

Thoughts on TBHK Chapter 116

Well it looks like once again nobody reminded Me that a New chapter was out, First Things 1st I absolutely ADORE this Cover Card and judging from it, it looks like we may be focusing on yashiro again but considering how last Chapter's was misleading, I'm willing to bet otherwise and that we may be actually picking up from where we left off with baby Tsukasa and if This is really him, or just the Entity wearing his face; Other than that the Colors for this Cover are really Beautiful and I really love the font style they choose for this 1, even tho I still perfer the other one we got last chapter, man Summer's edition Really is looking like to be the Best ^^

Ah already with the creepynes I see, alrighty then I mean I guess Aside from this Gorgeous piece of artwork, I gotta have this thing Stare at me now huh, didnt expect Nightmare fuel to be on my To do list today, and in the beginning of chapter no less, Ok Wow aidairo Thanks looks like I'm not getting any sleep tonight ^^; Also is it jsut me or is it that everytime we get a Chapter for these 3, Something ALWAYS goes wrong, and ends Tragically in some way, because If that's the case then I'm really scared now, because i don't want anything Bad to happen, *sigh* I just hope aidairo goes easy on us and does nothing Too Major 🤞

Alright Ngl Kou came in clutch just now, 1st off mitsuba Why the hell would you even try listening to that thing, I mean you Literally just Saw that it isn't human, due the gapping HOLE it had in its face, plus didn't kou literally just explained to you that most Supernaturals are Dangerous, so why would the hell you even bother🤦‍♂️ Also is it me or is anyone elese getting odd vibes of Nanika from HXH from this Thing, because the fact that you literally have to obey his commands in oder to receive something in return is heavily reminding me of Nanikas powers from Hunter x Hunter

So If you weren't convicted before that this isn't Tsukasa but is just a lifeless husk, then you're sure as heck are Now because the fact that thing literally talked like how it did in the Red house arc, all but confirmed it for me, because evertime I see that style of text bubbles in the series, I Know for a fact that it's from that THING in someway, Also the fact that kou Literally just punched a child with No hesitation is hilarious to me🤣🤣🤣

Question: what is wrong with aidairo? Like I really feel like they wake up in the morning and go "*sigh*...... So How we gonna torment our readers today? ^^" Also it may just be me overthinking but the way he touched Kou's hand kinda reminded me of what happened with Aoi and her hand after being in the far shore, which makes me even more curious about this Entity...

Oh Well Nvm i guess, it looks like I was absolutely right about it being similar to Aoi's situation Lol, also I really Love how kou is completely nonchalant about this whole situation and is just unphased by his hand completely turning, i mean the way he just assesses everything and describes the situation really just shows how much experience he has in this timeline, I gotta say I love it ^^

Wait so that's what happened to the girls who summoned him? I just thought he made them disappear or turned them into sacrifices for the Entity, you're telling me He did That to them!? Oh nah this thing is Sick

It's just Hilarious to know that no matter what timeline they're in, Mitsuba will always hate Kou's earing 🤣🤣

Till this day Kou Still continues to prove to me why he is the Best character, like the dude was literally willing to be a Decoy in order for mitsuba to escape, While he lures away Tsukasa, like this probably the 2nd time I've said this but I Really love his character, especially when he does stuff like this, also I find it really strange that Tsukasa called out Hanako's name, even tho this isn't Tsukasa, but just a lifeless husk, So I'm really interested to know what direction they're talking with this, Because if this IS Tsukasa, then would that mean he still has some control, and isn't just a Puppet like before? hmmmmm 🤔(pending thoughts)

I really find it interesting that we get some information regarding yorishiro's, because up until this point, we've only just been given the understanding that they represent the item that the spirits cherish, and that by creating or destroying 1, you're able to lose control over the boundary that you inhabit, So seeing the actual process behind what goes into making or Qualifies as 1, is just Really interesting to me

Oh, well that's terrifying

Man I feel so bad for Mitsuba , like he's literally the only character that has probably gone through the most shit In this series and it's SO painful to me because C'mon cut the dude a break already, like it's already Bad enough that in the original timeline he was already dead, then he was turned into a doppelganger of himself, then he was dealing with his own issues regarding his identity crisis, and then he wanted his best friend/ boyfriend to kill him, So in the new timeline I was hoping that maybe he could finally get cut some slack, and maybe just maybe Not go through some shit, but alas, I guess not, Sry mitsuba, but maybe 1 day you'll have your chance to Shine tho😅😅

Awesome mitsuba finally get a Dub for once, even more Awesome the Students were able turn back to normal, should be a win right? So then why do I get the feeling something bad happened? Because that was Wayy too easy 😥

Omg please Don't tell me something Bad happened to Kou, Omg aidairo please Don't I'm begiging you, Kou is literally the Best character Please Don't this, No no no no 😰😰😰😰

NOOOO!!! 😭😭😭😭 Aidairo Why must you do this to Me!!! Damn it 1st JJK now this WHY!! actually Wait a minute, so if it can just move 1 body to a New one, then what does mean for Tsukasa, did he really just go back to normal, or is he just a lifeless husk lying in the hallway right now

1st off this looks Straight up Terrifying, Second of all PLEASE STOP THIS Aidairo I'm begiging you PLEASE, it looks like mitsuba is going to have to resort to Killing him if this continues, So begging you Lord please somebody Stop Him, I don't wanna see this character Die Please!!! Anybody

YES!!! I mean As much as I Hate this character I'm So happy that he's here right Now, THANK YOU GOD!!

This just made him go up a scale as 1 of my favorite characters Now thank you lord for sending us Teru because idk if was gonna be able to continue reading after this, That scene was Just Wow, I was literally scared for a second there, Omg Please Stop playing with my emotions Aidairo sensei please, I don't think I can take much more of this

Ok So it looks like I was Right about this being Not the same Tsukasa, because like i said before judging from the way he was talking, it really reminded me of the way it was in the red house, Especially from the way it was talking, Also could you please Stop beating on Kou for 1 second mitsuba, like i get that you love him and all and that were probably worried about having to Kill him, but for crying out loud the guy just got Shot by lightning for christ sake, so you could at least go easy on him, Second of all wait you're telling me that this Thing isn't even Dead after that and was just only weakened, Jesus how many more Chapters Do I gotta suffer with that Thing Before that THING is FINALLY Dead, Also i guess that pretty much Answers what I've been saying this entire time, That No matter what Timeline you make or whatever Strings you pull, it's pretty much inevitable that Tsukasa or eventually somebody will be the host for that thing, and judging from the way this chapter ended, it Looks like we might be in for something BIG Next chapter, especially now with that Thing on the Loose, idk whats about to happen, but I can guarantee you that I will be here to cover it, man this is really starting to feel like the final arc, and gotta say If it is I'm Not ready, but if this Truly is the end, then It's been sure 1 hell of a ride

[pheonixxfoxx]

A Late But Flashy Update!

Life has been a bit of a whirlwind, but I've fortunately had things to look forward to in the mail. Figured it best to show off my recent gets before the next package from Japan arrives. Oh and that specific package has hit customs!! *woot*

Let's naturally go in order of when my newest Buggy gets were received!

This is a unique custom made top loader, which I found over on Mercari. The crafter is the seller "min ୨୧," they thoughtfully included a ton of cute little extras too. Typically, I only photographed the sexy Buggy stuffs.

Stumbled upon this desirable, (love me some Impel Down Buggy) decal sticker over on Amazon. No, he won't be going on a car, though. Kind of hard to do so, when one has no car.

Bought the holo card of Impel Down Buggy, the seller was truly kind and threw in some extremely nice freebies.

Now, this flashy pin…I had no idea how huge it would actually be! OMG, I truly treasure it, though!! The pin was originally produced and sold by "Top Chi Creations."

Look how adorable Buggy is there just sipping on his soda!! Also, those little Buggy plush in the crane machine are way too cute! I would typically say, another favorite card. However, all the Buggy cards I have are undoubtedly my favorites. *lol*

The last item is the coolest shirt ever! Made by "Skaars" and labeled as a "bootleg." All I know is, I set my annoying alarm to be up at 6am, to make sure this shirt would be mine. *isn't an early riser*

Alrighty, next update will presumably be when the decently sized Japan box arrives. However, I still need too share pictures of the full collection, especially my most prized item!