#she could be the woman of my dreams me thinks

[xianjaneway]

I just wanted to write out my comfort fics, & tag the creators if I can.

Why?

Because if this is someone's dream, I can help that dream come true for some people.

See, I work at home, sometimes as a mom, sometimes as an eBay seller, & sometimes creating beautiful, functional things in my woodshop.

ALL of these jobs require boring, repetitive, processes, that involve long hours spent alone. Sometimes, I have moments when I fucking hate any of it.

You know what gets me through those boring, lonely, repetitive parts of life? What has already propelled me through the last 5 years of chronic illness, recovery, & building a new life?

Listening to fanfic read aloud to me in the Evie app.

I LOVE my comfort fics.

Let's go by fandom, bc while Marvel is my most recent one, the Good Omens, OFMD, Sherlock, Star Trek, & James Bond/00Q fandoms have all functioned as my literary grow-light in dark times.

I'll just start with Marvel today. Hopefully, I'll update each fandom (especially the crossovers, because THOSE are my favorite, when done well.)

However, today, I need my comfort fics, because while I've been making plans, getting passports, etc., I genuinely think it's time to get my queer family out of the US.

It's not getting any better. 💔 I have no reason to think it will. If the US citizens didn't stand up during COVID, to keep marginalized people safe, why would they do it now? 💔

Marvel:

-Into That Good Night, by Nonymous @naomisalman

I never could watch Interstellar. I'm sure it's an incredible movie in its own right, but I just couldn't sit through Christopher Nolan putting another wife or child through hell, while a flawed cis/het/white man went off to save the world.

This story not only made Interstellar accessible to me, it showed real recovery from hopelessness, real healing, and the utter pain & joy of perseverance through impossible odds.

-War, Children, by Nonymous

I'm married to a recovering hoarder, lol. He's amazing. The characterization of both PTSD & poverty here is spot-on. I love how these two healing characters give each other hope & strength to face another overwhelming day.

-Heliotrope, by Nasri

Dear God, I couldn't love this story more. My late grandmother-in-law actually survived the Dust Bowl, & nearly starved to death. She was the gentlest, quietest, sweetest woman I've ever met. This fic accurately described not only the hell of living through this disaster, but showed how *little* it takes to make hope light up your eyes again. Peaches haven't tasted the same since.

It also showed the sustaining power of love, in the midst of sacrifice. Every single character in this story is willing to give up *everything* for the people they love, & it's a fascinating process to watch unfold.

I have an idea for a sequel that I've written the bare bones for, but haven't finished. That's the first fiction I've written in 8 years. THAT is how much this story meant to me.

-Road to Giverny in Winter, by Nasri

Dear God, I needed this. Station Eleven was a masterpiece, yes, but this story distilled & concentrated it until the flavor burst on my tongue. The aftertaste still lingers, a year later.

I fucking hate the stereotype of, "strong men who never feel their feelings." "Giverny" gives Steve Rogers a whack with a scalpel & a sledgehammer, & makes him actually feel AND heal. I wish the MCU had done the same!

-The "All The Time In The World" series, by NotEvenCloseToStraight

I tagged this in my bookmarks with, "Dear God, this is better than the movies." And I truly think it is, because it gave as MUCH priority to the relationships as it did to the action. I hate it when movies make relationships (and therefore, women) a distraction from the mission objective, & therefore an emotional whiplash for both the characters & the audience:

"OH, the lead character is in love with her, but she's keeping him from RESCUING CHILDREN from a flaming building, so I kinda hate her right now."

This series makes the incredible, deep, heartfelt relationships JUST as much of a mission as, "Saving the World," & it's so rare to see that done well. (It's an unusual Stuckony endgame in the 3rd fic, that you really have to read to believe it would work. It absolutely works.)

I also think it gave much more honor & depth to Peggy Carter's character, & her love story with both Steve & her eventual husband, than the MCU ever did. NECTS uses the, "Elderly Person Gives A Dose Of Wisdom" trope quite lovingly here, & I enjoyed every minute of it.

-Ticking Down, by hulucthulhu

I had only seen clips of the movie, "Timers" on YouTube shorts, & thought it was hokey as hell.

Turns out? The same woman that wrote "Wandavision" ALSO wrote Timers. This Timers/MCU crossover (w/ a bit of Soulmate trope sprinkled on top) is yet another story about the hard work of overcoming our worst anxieties, and of healing from grief, trauma, & pain. From Tony learning to swim again after Afghanistan, to Bucky learning to care for a kitten, & do aerial yoga, every beat of this story is about taking the next step towards healing.

The ending/epilogue is also very satisfying.

-All The Angels and The Saints, by Speranza

I've written before about my journey from fundamentalism & Evangelical Christianity.

So, seeing Steve Rogers take a journey from childhood faith, to youthful atheism, to foxhole believer, to disillusioned lover, is fucking incredible. I felt EVERY beat of his faith, loss, hope, & awakening.

One thing I haven't seen much of, but Speranza just NAILED here, is how journey like Steve's affects the people he loves most.

I was enraptured w/ Bucky's journey in response to Steve's struggles. From his annoyed introduction of Steve to a potential employer as, "He's meticulous. He cares about things no sane person would care about," all the way to, [paraphrase] "How DARE you think God would make all this [gestures at the war, at his own scars] happen to teach you a fucking lesson??" Bucky reflects the tragedy of the evangelist: we spend all our time trying to convince other people how to live, while ignoring our own life.

Steve was so deep into his ideology, that Bucky's moment of, "You never think about me," is a moment that shakes him right out of abstraction & into his physical reality. And the whole fic is full of moments like that, whipping Steve's heart & mind into a frenzy, until he learns who the REAL "good guys" are.

I'm kind've obsessed w/ ALL of Speranza 's works right now. They, along w/ ItsallAvengers, are my current, "I must read everything they wrote in my fandoms" hyperfixation."

So, that's all I have time for today. I think I've stopped crying, & can start taking the next steps to get us out of here. 🖖

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

[616ioi]

@#%! 1:33 , shin asakura.

content: slight smut warning, mentions of wet dreams, gender neutral & sub character and warning this is mature content, read at your own discretion. this is part two of 1:32. also, this is mainly them coming together as one aww 😦.

The nerve you have to look him in the eye and converse with him irked him to a sense he couldn't even describe!

How dare you act in such a way.

Shin taps away at the counter top, his apron resting so neatly against his body (not a single speak of dust on that ugly green thing). He feels frustrated.

You're staying over tonight. What if it happens again? What is he going to do then? He's been laying awake for nights on end, thinking and, as much as it hurts to admit, caressing himself.

His hands would curl into fists around his pijama pants and he would slightly squirm before his fingers trailed over his abdomen. He would shut his eyes and imagine that night, over and over and over again.

He would never, actually do anything. After all, he was in the home of his beloved hero. With his family.

Riiinggg!

"I'm back, Shin!"

Aoi! His face lights up as he quickly runs to help her out with the groceries in her arms. He falters in his steps when he catches those eyes that have been haunting him for weeks now.

You send him a friendly wave.

The blond esper bites his bottom lip and his gaze wavers shyly. His biceps flex as he walks up the stairs leading to their home.

His face feels hot!

He quickly sets the bags on the kitchen table and turns to the cheery woman. He refuses to meet your eyes. Rather, he hides behind his hair.

"Do you need any help?"

"Oh no, thank very much, Shin!" Aoi perks up with a huge smile, like always. She carefully goes through the products of face masks that you bought. "Me, hana, lu and (name) are going to have a makeover night! Isn't it exciting?!"

Shin's smile visibly deflates alongside his shoulders before he pops himself back into shape.

This means you won't share a room with him!

But then, why is he sharing a room with Mr. Sakamoto?

She kicked me out. The white haired man explains. He looks like the saddest pup on the block.

"Uff.." Shin scrambles to find a response to cheer up this sad mode. "Must be tough..."

Did I do something wrong? Sakamoto trails off. The younger boy nearly replies but he's cut off. Did I say something wrong. I'm sorry. What did I do?

"Um." Shin feels sweat form at his face as he squirms uncomfortably. He nearly jolts out of bed as he finds the perfect excuse — "I needa hit the loo."

The esper sighs in relief. Only Aoi seems to get a rise out of him. As his feet softly hit the floor, his mind subconsciously wanders to you.

Have you fallen asleep yet?

...There's no sound. No dream, no image. Nothing.

He frowns before his eyes widen, catching himself. He slaps himself as hard as he could, yelping.

Was he disappointed??

He locks his jaw before rushing into the the bathroom, only to jump when he runs straight into you. He stares for a heavy second before breaking out into a sweat.

"Sorry!" He squeaks out. You calmly dry your hands with a small, embarrassed grin.

"Don't worry. 'Was just washing my hands." Your reassurance calms him down, but the silence that engulfs the tiny bathroom — doesn't. You seem to think of something.

Shin does everything in his power to not read your mind.

You've been avoiding me.

Darn it.

His hair is spiked up, all messy, from the tossing and turning in his bed. He thinks he looks like a mess, but you? You think he looks adorable.

A red blush spreads across his cheeks before he parts his lips, wetting them nervously.

"I haven't been avoiding you.." you shake your head, clearly not believing him. "Well, n-not obviously."

"You won't even glance at me." Shin quickly meets your teary eyes before they fall unto the shower curtains. The little fishes on the curtain were fading away from all the water tainting it. "See!"

"Um," you tilt your head, "well, the night you stayed over.. uh you uhh kinda had a d-dream of-"

"Of you." A look of recognition rises across your pretty features. Shin nods, embarrassed.

I made you uncomfortable, "I'm sorry, shin."

No. Shin thinks, "that's not it.."

Whoops. He didn't mean to say that aloud.

He flushes as he steps closer to you, hands hoovering over your elbows. He was afraid to touch you.

"I've... never been the subject of admiration before." His brows knit together, fingers twitching as he drops his arms to his sides.

Much less of a dirty dream.

"Oh." You swallow nervously.

It's not the first time. You're twiddling with your shirt, eyes looking at the cute bunny slippers on your feet. They were aoi's spare ones.

"H-huh?" The room feels hot. Or is it just him?

You step closer to him, until your chest is just an inch away from him. Barely. Shin grips at his pants, his heart beat spiking up.

"I've had many dreams of you," you shrug as if this information was nothing new. After all, he can read minds, it's going to come out anyways. "Many where we had sex even as just friends."

Shin gulps as blood rushes all over his body. What are you insinuating?

"That's not who you are, though." You muse, brushing back his sweaty hair. His skin is hot to the touch. "You want to make love with someone who you have feelings for. Isn't that right?"

Shin presses his lips together to hold back any embarrassed cries. He was 100% sure he wouldn't even be able to form a sentence without stumbling and stuttering.

"Do you like me, shin?" His head bows but you're quick to cup his cheek as you force him to look at you. Your touch is so tender, he's almost tempted to move your hand even lower.

He hesitates.

I like you, Shin. His ears burn as he stares wide eye, in curiosity? Disbelief? He isn't sure.

Nonetheless — he nods. Once.

Its a confirmation.

-kiss me.. you think.

"Can I kiss you? Please?" Before you even get a proper response, Shin lunges forward. He grasps at the collar of your shirt and pulls you in to steal a kiss.

Your lips taste of cherry.

His head feels light and dizzy when you open your mouth to push your tongue against his. His hold on you loosens, legs trembling as he decides to lower himself to his knees, bringing you down with him.

He can feel you, shockingly.

Every thought, every sensation, every feeling. It's overwhelming. He feels like he's being electrocuted as his pulse quickens.

More. He tries to gasp out loud and he ends up getting frustrated when you slow down. He pulls away, tongue hanging out as he processes whats going on.

In your mind, you imagine a little puppy.

"S-shut up." Shin grunts, embarrassed, as he closes his wet, pink lips. He wipes at them with the back of his wrist, hips rocking gently. He pulls you closer by your clothes before his hands cup your jaw as he presses tender kissing to your cheek.

You smile, curious.

"What's up?"

"You really do like me." Shin breathes out. He earns a nod in return. His body relaxes into you, shivers raking down his back. You pull him into a warm hug, one leg in between his. His hips buck involuntarily as his breath hitches when his boner rubs against your thigh.

"I've never felt that before." He hiccups, stomach churning with need. You nod, in understanding. Your hands trail from his back to the hem of his shirt, lifting it just enough to spot the way his muscles twitch.

"How was it?" Shin sighs in relief when you rub him through his tight pants. You can feel him pulsating.

He bites his lip, hips angling higher to find a more comfortable position. "I could- hnng, feel everything you felt, ah.."

You smile at him, "but it was just a kiss?"

He throws his head back with a groan. The door softly thuds under his weight. "Cmonn, quit teasin'.."

A chuckle escapes you as you slip your nimble fingers underneath his pants yet over his boxers.

"Here?" You feather like touch dips over the wet spot, purposely missing the head.

"Noo.." He shakes his head rapidly, slapping his palm over his mouth as his ears burn. He sounds so needy.

Just like in your dream(s).

But even better. You think to yourself.

"What about this?" Your fingers trace the print of his cock slowly, as if you were trying to memorize his.. well, everything. Shin curses under his breath, rocking his hips back and forth.

He lifts his shirt up to get a better view (more like give you a better view, but he'd never admit that). You eye his body, from his pink nipples to the v-line trailing downwards. He tries his best to hide that shy grin that forms on his face.

"More, please." You lean forward to press a wet kiss to his bitten and bruised lips as a reward. He huffs out in response. You pull out your hand to, finally, free him of the clothing, only to leave his pants mid-thigh. Is this suppose to be some sort of restraint?

His chest heaves rapidly, impatiently. You leave a trail of kisses from his jaw to his chest, down his v-line and finally at the base of his cock. Shin watches eagerly with wide eyes, arching his hips into you.

You grasp at him, his twitching cock in your hand. It feels so hot, you can't help but tease him with a kiss to his leaking tip.

Mwah.

The action smears sticky, white goo against your lips and it seems to be making more of a mess when lick at your lips.

His mouth drops open at the lewd scene, but his heart warms up too.

How confusing he is.

You hum in pleasure as you lay your tongue flat against his slit, licking up more of his precum. Shin whimpers softly, pushing his hips further. More, more, more.

Knockknockknock.

The sound of rapid knocks break him out of his daze as you jolt up, surprised.

Oh drats! I'm going to pee myself!

"Lu!" Shin whisper yells to you as he scrambles to fix himself. He winces painfully as he hurries to find a hiding spot.

"(Naaaammeee), hurry please!!"

Oh god. He's dead.

note. they don't know how freaky I am 🤑💔

[bwobgames]

“Woah… a real ghost…”

“You seem well educated, why are you scared of ghosts? Or even believe in them?”

“Well, its hard not to! Everyone says they are real and scary!”

“Also, ugh, I was forced to tell you sorry for being ‘creepy’ or whatever. I’m not creepy though!”

“It’s normal for girls to look at other girls and appreciate how attractive they are!”

“It’s true, I was the same at your age. Comes in every girl’s life”

She ignores the fact that she is married to a woman.

“But at the end you end up with a guy regardless, yeah?”

“…Maybe”

“I’ll have to end up with Fede, which is kinda gross but I’ll get over it probably”

“Wh- What do you mean you ‘have’ to? Is someone forcing you to marry him?”

“No, no, it’s not like, planned or anything, it’s just…”

“We know each other for a long time, and our parents know each other for a long time and are good friends and they love to say we’re like a couple and plan stuff for when 'our families become one' and …”

“I’m not like, being forced to marry him or anything but like. Seems like things are heading that way”

“It wouldn’t be awful really, he’s my friend so we already get along, And! I get to stay at home all day while he fucks around in his dad’s business! I’ll be set for life!”

“And then what”

“Huh?”

“Once you achieve the life of your dreams, the perfect life”

“What comes next?”

“Uh. Kids?”

“Would that make it better?”

“Well, I wouldn’t get bored with kids…”

“And you’ll be happy with that?”

“Of course! It’s the dream! Everyone wants that!”

She’s right, of course. Anyone would want that life.

The correct life.

The one she’s been following, set for her, sacrificed for her.

Her parents might’ve been strict, but they taught her well, she will never fault her for doing what they thought would make her happy.

(But did they ever really do it for me?)

They taught her to take shortcuts, to cut all possible loses, to cut the floor beneath another person if necessary, to lie, to cheat.

To live with the sacrifices of others.

To love numbers, to live numbers, to see people as numbers.

To recognize the opportunity of a lifetime when it’s presented to her.

She could always recognize people like her by the way they smile.

Too perfect, too controlled. Too aware of their teeth.

Unlike her uncle’s smile. Yellow and crooked. Unbothered.

She was not unhappy, by all means she cannot say she was miserable.

Having high quality health care at her hand is more than most of the population could ever wish for. Not having to worry to survive until the next pay is a relief as well.

She is with her best friend, working together, being successful.

She has reached the top.

But she’s hungry.

She can differentiate right from wrong, she has let her family into an idyllic state of never worrying about money again. She is what everyone desires.

So there must be something deeply wrong when she’s still hungry

A hunger that is only satiated when she brushes her own hair. When she chooses her own clothes. When she’s in charge of decisions. When she can stand her ground in an argument.

A hunger that only grows with every stolen glance, with small touches, with an unbothered smile, an understanding voice.

Something that beckons to her to run away, to forget everything and start anew, to call her uncle and finally have that camping trip he offered. To say No to the ring.

But she can’t.

Because it’s not right.

It’s not what’s supposed to happen. It’s not what’s supposed to make her happy. It’s what she was taught. It’s what made her who she is.

It’s what everyone says.

And they’re all full of shit.

“I don’t think you’d be wrong to share the rest of your life with your friend, as long as you keep things as they are”

“Forcing yourself to a role you didn’t ask for is… detrimental in the long run”

“You’re young, surely someone as tenacious as you won’t bend down to the whims of some old rich guys, yeah?”

“Huh…?”

“You’ll get it when you’re older. I know you got a heart in there somewhere”

“I know it wants more than what they can offer.”

“Oh, it’s dinner time. Let’s go. It’s rude to keep people waiting”

“Wuh, uh ah, yes!”

Sometimes she really wishes things were different.

That she didn’t make so many mistakes.

That she noticed the lie sooner.

She grieves her youth.

<-PREV START NEXT->

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

A Love Not For Her-Fu Xuan X Reader

I think Soulmate AU’s are too nice. I’m going to fix that.

Warnings: Angst, Hurt no Comfort

The Master Diviner, lady Fu Xuan, paced the floor of her office, glaring at the clock and waiting for a specific time.

No, it was not the end of her shift she was looking for.

It was the end of someone else’s.

It was the end of your shift she was waiting upon and she was counting down the seconds.

After so long, Fu Xuan had finally arrived at the perfect day of the perfect month of the perfect year for romance.

She had spent countless hours of her free time searching for every piece of literature on the divination of the subject.

She had done every ritual, followed every piece of superstition, and it was almost time.

Only a few more precious moments, and then she could finally ask you the question she had been desperate to ask for many long years.

Then, the clock finally struck the time she had been waiting for and she left her office at a brisk pace, stopping for no one and even nearly barreling over Qingque in the process, making the slacker come close to dropping all of her Celestial Jade pieces.

In no time at all, the Master Diviner had arrived.

However, instead of being met by a smiling face, she was met by something on your neck that made her heart begin to crack.

An, admittedly, somewhat cute looking jade green and white fish.

Fu Xuan had seen the mark on your neck before.

She had seen it twice in fact.

Once, on a tile of celestial jade Qingque had shown her.

And… once on the right calf of the owner of that same Celestial Jade piece.

It made her as envious of that woman then as it did now.

Once upon a time, Fu Xuan had a mark like that… it was right in the center of her forehead just like all of her predecessors.

And just like her predecessors, she no longer held it upon her skin.

Through the tears she could feel welling up behind her eyes, she briefly dreamed about that mark she had long since forgotten the shape of.

She dreamed that instead of the mark that marred your skin, it was hers there.

She dreamed, and allowed the tears to fall down her face.

Her vision went blurry, her hearing failed her, and her heart shattered.

Then, you turned around and ran towards her, shattering the dream as well.

“Lady Fu Xuan! Are you okay!?” you cried in concern as tears ran down the normally composed Master Diviner’s face.

“No, I just learned that the love of my life and the one who I have dreamed and imagined countless lifetimes with will never be mine as their love is not for me.”

That is what Fu Xuan wished to sob.

Instead, the Master diviner collected herself and answered your question with something vague, but also true.

“I will be fine. I simply had a vision of something that will never come to pass.”

[whimsicalnightfairy]

Chapter One: Something In The Water

(The Quiet Between Worlds series)

Summary: Seventeen years after her mysterious arrival in the Night Court’s mountains, Astra hears a calling in the stream outside her cottage—an ancient magic stirring for the first time in centuries. Raised by the witch Seraphine, Astra begins to unravel the truth about her past, her powers, and the name that was never hers to forget. Meanwhile, deep in Hybern, the Cauldron awakens. It whispers of the fourth Archeron, long thought lost. The wall between realms cannot fall without her. And now that Astra is stirring… so is war.

The stream sang to her that morning.

It wasn’t unusual for the mountain spring to babble, but today… the song was different. Softer. Sadder. Like it remembered something Astra had long forgotten.

She crouched at the edge, dipping her fingers into the icy water. The sun hadn’t yet risen above the jagged peaks of the Night Court’s outer mountains, and mist clung to the moss-covered stones like breath held too long. Wildflowers bowed in silence. Even the wind seemed to hush.

Astra leaned closer.

Her reflection shimmered on the surface—golden-brown hair tangled from sleep, pale skin kissed with moonlight, blue-gray eyes rimmed with shadows. The same eyes she saw in dreams she couldn’t explain. Dreams that didn’t feel like dreams at all. They came like memories in disguise—flashes of firelight, a woman’s scream, blood on marble, the high, chilling cry of a newborn.

Her cry.

She looked away. It was too much. It always was.

Then—stillness.

The stream, which had murmured gently against the stones every morning of her life, stopped flowing.

Astra blinked, frowning. She dipped her fingers back in, but the water had gone still and cold as glass. Her breath caught. Magic pressed against her skin like a pulse beneath the earth—quiet but unrelenting. Alive.

The air shifted.

Behind her, the wooden door creaked open. “You felt it,” Seraphine rasped.

It wasn’t a question.

Astra turned slowly. The old witch stood in the threshold of their crooked little cottage, a threadbare cloak hanging off her shoulders. Her gray hair was twisted in a loose braid over one shoulder, her gnarled fingers wrapped around a mug of steaming tea.

Astra nodded. “Something… changed.”

Seraphine stepped forward. Her gaze swept the stream, the trees, the mountains around them. “The Cauldron stirred.”

Astra blinked. “The Cauldron? That’s just an old fae tale.”

Seraphine’s eyes sharpened. “You think me a collector of tales, girl?”

Astra didn’t respond.

The witch knelt at the edge of the water. “Magic this old doesn’t move without reason. Something has awoken.” She dipped one finger into the water. The stillness broke—slow ripples spilled outward.

“You felt it in your blood,” Seraphine murmured.

“I don’t know what I felt,” Astra said. “It was like… something calling. Like someone saying my name—but not with words.”

Seraphine’s eyes snapped to her. “You heard your name?”

Astra hesitated. “Not mine.”

Seraphine rose, the steam from her cup swirling around her like smoke. “There are truths you were never told. Things I buried because they were too dangerous to dig up.”

The words hung heavy in the morning air.

“I found you seventeen years ago,” the witch said. “In a basket woven with enchantments, on the edge of the wildwood. Barely alive. A newborn girl wrapped in silken cloth torn and bloodied.”

Astra went still.

Seraphine’s voice dropped lower. “A charm was stitched into the blanket. Old magic. Meant to erase your scent, cloak your power. But not from me. Not from the mountain.”

“Why?” Astra asked, throat dry. “Why would someone leave me?”

“You weren’t left,” Seraphine said. “You were taken.”

Astra’s breath hitched.

“The one who brought you here died before I could stop her. She thought to raise you, shape you into something else. But fate had other plans.” Seraphine exhaled. “So I did what I could. I kept you safe. I taught you to control the whispers in your blood. I gave you a life that wasn’t yours to begin with.”

Astra looked down at her hands. Hands that had lit candles without flame. That had healed broken roots with a single word. That had once made the stars tremble when she screamed in her sleep.

“You’re not just anyone, Astra,” Seraphine said. “You are the daughter of magic itself. Born of ancient blood. A key that was hidden.”

Astra’s eyes snapped up. “A key?”

Seraphine nodded once. “You are the fourth Archeron.”

The name hit her like a gale.

“I thought there were three,” she whispered.

“So did the world,” Seraphine said. “But you were taken the night you were born. Hidden to protect—or to prevent.”

Silence stretched.

“Something is pulling you back to who you were,” the witch murmured. “The Cauldron has stirred. And it knows your name.”

The Inner Circle - Velaris

Across the mountains, far from the quiet of the cottage and the mountain stream, the quiet of the Night Court was disturbed by a shift—a pulse of power felt only by those who were attuned to magic’s depths.

In the House of Wind, Feyre paused, her head snapping up as the distant hum of magic filled the air. Her lips parted slightly, as if tasting the wind for something elusive. It was subtle, but it wasn’t the usual sense of magic in Velaris—the magic of life, of growth, or the hum of peace that suffused their city. No, this was different. Older. Darker.

“Did you feel that?” she asked, her voice soft, but heavy with something unnamed.

Rhysand, standing by the large window overlooking the city, didn’t look away from the view, but his jaw tightened. “I did.”

Cassian, always perceptive, turned from the map on the table. “What is it?” His eyes narrowed, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face.

Azriel, sitting in the far corner, had already risen from his seat, his shadows stirring in restless response. “It’s not a normal pulse,” he muttered. “It’s… ancient.”

Feyre felt it in her bones. She wanted to say something, but the words eluded her. “What is it? Where is it coming from?”

Rhysand’s eyes narrowed, and his expression grew more serious. “It’s too far for us to feel it this intensely, but it’s coming from the north. The outskirts of the Night Court.”

“And it’s not just the Cauldron stirring,” Azriel added quietly. “It’s something else. Something… old. Something that has been waiting.”

Cassian looked at Azriel. “What do you mean?”

Azriel’s wings shifted, shadows flickering like fireflies in the dim light of the room. “The Cauldron’s magic is waking. But this isn’t just that. There’s someone else tied to it. Someone we weren’t expecting.”

Feyre’s heart dropped. “Someone? What do you mean, Azriel?”

Azriel didn’t answer. He only looked at Rhysand, whose brow furrowed deeply. Feyre could feel the tension in the room. There was something more—something they hadn’t fully understood yet. Something dangerous.

“The fourth Archeron,” Rhysand murmured.

Cassian shot him a sharp look. “What do you mean, the fourth Archeron?”

“I felt it,” Rhysand said, turning back to the window. “The magic in the air. It’s calling to something. Someone. And I think we’re about to learn who that someone is.”

Hybern’s Realization – The Wall’s Breaking

Hybern paced through the cold stone halls of his dark palace, his boots echoing in the silence. His thoughts were consumed by the Cauldron and its sudden, inexplicable stirring.

He had long known that the Cauldron held the power to shape reality itself, to break the very walls of the mortal world and the land of the Fae. What he hadn’t anticipated was the stirring that began with the name that now haunted his every thought: Astra.

The name seemed to pulse with ancient magic—something far older than even the Cauldron itself. He had once believed the Cauldron to be the greatest key to breaking the wall between human and faerie lands. But the Cauldron was not merely an object of power. It needed something—someone. Or, rather, it needed them.

The four Archeron sisters.

The thought hit him like a thunderclap, and in that moment, everything became clear. The wall, the separation between worlds, could only be broken when the Cauldron was activated with the blood of all four Archeron sisters.

But that would only happen if all of them were turned fae.

His thoughts turned to the three known Archeron sisters—Feyre, the High Lady of the Night Court; Nesta, fierce and strong; and Elain, gentle and kind. They were powerful in their own right, but they were incomplete without the missing piece. Without Astra.

The fourth sister, hidden away for years. The one who had been taken from her family the night she was born, raised in secret by the witch Seraphine. Astra’s existence had been buried—until now.

Hybern’s lips curled into a cruel smile as the Cauldron’s power pulsed again, stronger than ever. The spell to shatter the wall was closer than he had thought. Astra would be the key to the final piece of the puzzle. Once she was turned fae, everything would fall into place.

All he had to do was find her.

“She’s out there,” he murmured to himself, his voice low and deadly. “And when she’s one of us… everything will change.”

The Cauldron’s surface rippled with a low hum, as though it, too, could sense the approaching truth. The stirring was no longer subtle—it was urgent, calling out to the missing Archeron sister. Astra.

With her, the Cauldron would rise to its full potential. The wall would fall, and the human realm would be swallowed whole by the faerie lands. Hybern would reign, unchallenged. His reign would not just be over the land, but over the very fabric of reality itself.

Astra.

“Find her,” he whispered, his mind already turning to his next steps. “Before anyone else does.”

Chapters: Prologue

Taglist: @fuckingsimp4azriel @tele86 @bookloveralways13

Please let me know what you guys think so far!

[enden-agolor]

i dont know when i hit 2k followers, but apparently i did. here's some petra's to celebrate

[mohntilyet]

had a dream vg got dlc where the ui would shift and change to look like origins with the font and design and then introduced a dwarf character from da2 who was like. the hanged man’s owner and one of varric’s carta contacts who brought rook and the veilguard to solve a mystery in kirkwall to do with merrill’s eluvian. dear lord bioware let me drive the car NOW

[betty-fran]

I like this art, and I like this idea, f!TOS Kirk is probably the most obvious genderbend in all Star Trek, so, yes, it's hard not to think about it.

My introduction to Star Trek began many years ago with AOS, and I’ve always loved Pines' Kirk - he is 100% my traumatized soul brother, bad childhood, self-destructive tendencies, disrespect for authority, and overall - an asshole on the surface, but actually a good guy. But he is very simple as a character - all his pros and cons lie on the surface. In its own way, that's exactly what I like about him, but this simplification of his image is the result of the fact that J.J. Abrams, let's be honest, is difficult to call a complex director. But Shatner’s Kirk is really a whole other level of depth; he is a complex and multi-layered character, and this is probably the biggest discovery I made in TOS (and I think I couldn't appreciate him as a character in my 20s the way I can in my 30s).

For me, TOS Kirk is actually easier to read as a female character. His constant conflict between career and love, while an interpretation of the idea of ​​"planes first, girls later," which is typical of the male image - career prevails over love (perhaps the most kitschy example here is James Bond), in reality, is quite rarely a real conflict for men. It's not really a problem for Kirk to have a wife waiting for him at home and raising his kids (after all, his father somehow managed to do it), especially considering it was the '60s and the idea of ​​the American dream was still fresh. For centuries, it was up to a woman to let love prevail over career. The woman stays behind and waits while the man is busy with his business. This actually makes me nauseous, but it's the truth of the patriarchal world. So I don't see any logical reasons for this conflict in Kirk, except internal ones. You can have both a career and love, if you can divide the amount of energy you put into both, which is not a problem for men, who generally never invest 100% in family life, but Kirk is always faced with a monolithic choice - if he chooses love, he has to put all of himself into it, all 100%, just like he does when he chooses a career, he leaves no room for compromise in this. And this is what makes him a more understandable character from a female perspective, especially in the 60s, when choosing the role of wife and mother, a woman often had to give up any other role.

Therefore, f!Kirk fits organically in a time of sexism and misogyny, and it would really be interesting to watch. Jennifer (? I'm not sure about the name right now, but it should no doubt start with J and be shortened easily) / Jenn T (t for tyranny) Kirk, the first female captain of a Constitution-class ship. I'm not sure if that's true, but based on what I see in TOS, a female captain is not a common occurrence. I think it would have been a real challenge in the 60s, given the history of Women Airforce Service Pilots after WWII. And in Star Trek itself, we get Janeway, the first lead-character-female-captain, only in Voyager, which was released in the mid-90s.

I think she really, without a doubt, has to have this film noir actress charm, with a very expressive face, and honestly, I can't help but see her as Lauren Bacall. She should be beautiful enough that she could easily pretend to be just a pretty face, but smart enough that no matter how much she pretends it, her intelligence would always remain obvious. And she also has to have a cute little nose, because that's obviously canon (which excludes SNW Kirk from canon, thank goodness). Just look at her!

I imagine f!Kirk as a well-bred girl from a good family, but with steely stubbornness, who, if she decided to do something, would do it and nothing would stop her. I think she would face more challenges in Starfleet on her path to captaincy than her male counterpart, which would likely make her even more career-focused. Given that TOS Kirk has a difficult dynamic with the role of father, but feels noticeably more comfortable in the role of mother, I think his female version would have the opposite problems, which would also apply to the Carol Marcus story (so far I have an idea for a love triangle that shows a) Kirk's inability to give up his dream of being a captain for the sake of a relationship and building a family and b) her attempt to transfer the feelings she had for Carol onto a man to fit into social norms), and it may include abortion, or the inability to have children, but in any case, the topic of motherhood would be difficult for her. No doubt, like m!Kirk, she would be torn between the idea of ​​romantic love until the end of time and her responsibility and duty as a captain, and constantly having to choose between these, she, of course, always chooses the ship. And we would also have repressed homo/bisexuality again, it is still the 60s, so I think their dynamic with Spock could be even more intense, considering that if they were both women, they would both have to go through a more thorny path to where they met, and they would likely hold on to each other even more tightly (god, if that's even possible). We would also have ongoing one-episode romances, but given the standard heterosexual focus of this, it would always be a man who's drawn to Kirk's beauty, and certainly wouldn't see her intelligence or personality. But Kirk's constant desire to save all the women in the frame, listen to them, and empathize with them would remain, and in some stories would have a more sensual and romantic component than her one-episode guy dynamic. And of course, I support the idea that McCoy would remain a man, and that the dynamics of the Kirk/Bones friendship wouldn't change.

I'll just come back to it later, and maybe find time to draw something with them.

I’m reading the old Star Trek books from the 70s hunting for vintage spirk and in a fun short story from Star Trek: The New Voyages 2 Kirk and a bunch of other crew members accidentally end up swapping genders (but not Spock ���). It’s a 70s look at this idea so it’s pretty problematic but it does delve into some interesting thought processes especially considering it’s written by women. I would love to see a modern Star Trek show like Discovery take a crack at this especially now that we think about gender and identity differently than we did then. Anyway from an early time in the story everyone keeps going on about how beautiful kirk’s female body is so I thought I’d give drawing it a try.

[bmpmp3]

tomodachi life really went off with those bonzi buddy ass voices. win xp type text to speech. all character creation focused games should have this.

[insanewaykathy]

01- “Oh, she... is my captain.” The woman beside Chakotay didn’t seem so convinced of that. “That’s it?” The woman asked sensually with curiosity. “She’s also my friend.” He smiled shyly. “Hmm... it seems more than a friend.” He couldn’t say anything at that moment. Kathryn’s figure a few meters in front of him was keeping him busy enough that he didn’t pay attention to the woman beside him. “Maybe it is... I couldn’t say. But certainly our friendship doesn’t go beyond certain limits.” “Are you talking about sex?” MY CAPTAIN https://archiveofourown.org/works/62157793

02- The dream was over. Tuvok's voice was the last thing they wanted to hear at that moment. She, who had been so committed to finding a cure from the beginning, after all that time with Chakotay, after all the losses and pain she had experienced throughout her life... Now she just wanted to stay there, in peace, waiting for Voyager to find its way home. And maybe one day they could do the same. But they would do it together. THE RESOLUTION https://archiveofourown.org/works/62085856

03- Kathryn stepped out of the shower and put on a pink silk robe that fit her perfectly. She wasn't even close to worrying about being too bold. "Chakotay... Are you there?" "Yes..." "I'm done with my shower." He moved a little shyly, not wanting to invade her space. But he didn't have time to think too much. Soon she let the robe slide off her shoulders and arms, exposing half of her back. For a moment, he didn't know what to do, the sight was too beautiful for him to concentrate. SILHOUETTE https://archiveofourown.org/works/62062366

04- "Chakotay, you don't have to be upset." "Never mind." "Seriously, I understand." "What are you going to think of me?" "These things happen..." "Not with an adult. And if you must know, I've never been through this before." "It's okay, really." "You sound like you're talking to a teenager." "Chakotay... We're friends, you know I won't mind. It's human nature." "I don't think you're going to want me to teach you how to box again..." "Oh, you really don't know me, do you? I wouldn't miss a rematch for the world." A BOXING CLASS https://archiveofourown.org/works/62002105

05- Kathryn was calmer about Chakotay. Not that she worried about his character, ever. She knew he was an honorable man, and that he would never do anything she didn't want him to do, no matter how much time passed. After he told her the ascient legend, she became thoughtful. If anyone had ever said anything more beautiful to her, she couldn't remember it. It had been more than a declaration of love. Kathryn doubted the nature of the feelings that had arisen between them. It was a fact that it hadn't started there, on that planet. She had been interested in him long before, and she knew he was too, because she was an intelligent woman who could pick up on the signals he gave. "SHE DOES HAVE YOUR LEGS." https://archiveofourown.org/works/61995592

06- A burning smell filled the air. "Daddy, Daddy..." A beautiful child, with slightly dark skin and black hair, and beautiful bright blue eyes, poked her father with her thin, delicate finger, trying to wake him up. "What's wrong, honey?" "Mommy burned the Christmas cookies." He smiled, showing adorable dimples, and the child on the edge of the bed smiled back, showing dimples in the same places as her father. "So... let's go downstairs and see what Mommy is doing." I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER https://archiveofourown.org/works/61665265

07- "Merry Christmas, Kathryn," he said simply, meaning so much more. "Merry Christmas, Chakotay," she replied sweetly. But this conversation didn't end the way either of them wanted. It was Christmas Eve, and Chakotay stopped by Kathryn's office at Starfleet to wish her a merry Christmas. And that was it... nothing more. She spent Christmas at the farm in Indiana, and he spent Christmas with Seven. But the next day, he couldn't contain himself any longer. He had been holding it in for too long. I´VE LOVED YOU FOR A LONG TIME https://archiveofourown.org/works/61653793

08- “Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, but imagination encompasses the world.” - Albert Einstein. ... So this is how it all ended? Kathryn couldn't believe it, so much effort for nothing... Maybe it was deserved, maybe this was how it had to be... She didn't question her death. She accepted her fate willingly. Suddenly, the blinding light of the explosion dimmed before her eyes and all she could see was darkness. After a split second, she realized she was in a well-lit place, thrown against a solid, cold wall... and she thought it was the corridor of a ship or a space station. It was certainly a place she didn't know, but it didn't look anything like the afterlife. Not that she knew what the afterlife was like... or that she believed it, but the only thing she knew at that moment was that she was breathing. She began to walk aimlessly, apprehensive, until she heard a male voice behind her: “Kathryn...” “Do you know me?” she answered, turning around abruptly. GENESIS https://archiveofourown.org/works/60725560

09- And then he helped her remove the confetti from her hair later, after dinner, but there was a different tension in the air. He didn’t know if it was the time he’d spent with his hands in her hair trying to pull out those damn confetti pieces, or if it was the sensual glances she’d thrown at him throughout dinner, but he was starting to think that the strawberry pie with cream she’d just served him would taste much more delicious on her body… DESSERT https://archiveofourown.org/works/60048898

10- "Am I interrupting?" "No, not at all... Welcome to the Master's refuge," she said with a smile. "You really like those non-contemporary scientists..." "Yes... I'm thinking about reviving Galileo, Giordano Bruno, Einstein, Sir Isaac Newton... Maybe Oppenheimer... I find him an intriguing man, I have many questions to ask..." He smiled. "That would take quite some time..." "As far as we know, we have time, Chakotay, and 'quite some time' would be an understatement," she said with sadness. THE MASTER´S REFUGE https://archiveofourown.org/works/59764324

@ebonysolcum Thanks for tagging me ❤️ I don't know 10 people to tag, so here are some that I know write fanfics. Some have already been tagged, but I'm going to tag you anyway because I appreciate your work. (Feel free to repost or not 🥰) @bizships @flappielxx123 @ebonysolcum @xchronicles

Tagged by @phoenixflames12. Thank you, friend!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tags ten people. If you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway!

(*since several of mine are ficlet/one shot collections, I'll be cheating on those and giving the first line of the most recent addition)

1. Maxwell Yi hadn't been back to Mars in over a year. He hadn’t meant to be gone so long, but it seemed like new transport routes were being opened up every week, and work had been plentiful for any pilot with steady hands and two braincells to rub together. Things were good, and about to get better. But since he was back on Mars, he did what any right-thinking person would; the instant he set foot in Utopia Colony, he headed straight to an unremarkable storefront restaurant. It didn’t have a sign, but it didn’t need one. (Far From the Sun)

2. Karveth and Monica sat on one of the richly upholstered couches of the mur'thay's domed skywatching gallery, tucked under a heavy blanket, deep in one another's arms. (Your Body in Electric Blue*)

3. Monica had taken the long way home, because she had to stop at Woodhall's Bakery, where she had gotten a half dozen lemon curd cupcakes. They weren't her favorite (she preferred chocolate), but Karveth loved citrus. (Striking Sparks*)

4. Karveth stretched, smiling to himself at the sensation of the soft body beside his. Monica still slept, and snuggling up against her and luxuriating in her warmth sounded like one of the better ideas he'd had lately, and he frequently had excellent ideas, if he said so himself. (Six Kisses)

5. It was that quiet hour right before the first day shift went on duty. Phlox liked this part of the ship's day/night cycle – it was peaceful, and a good time to feed the twice-daily eaters in the menagerie. That was the chore he was engrossed with when he heard the door open. (Doctor/Patient Confidentiality)

6. They were walking along the corridor, headed roughly in the same direction, and for the space of one step, their shoulders almost brushed. The thought crossed Trip's mind that T'Pol's personal space could be awfully… fluid, for a Vulcan, but just as quickly, he laughed it off. He definitely needed to get some sleep if he was thinking things like that. (Scrapbook*)

7. Everything felt so much smaller now from inside a starship. But Jhamel found that didn’t surprise her. (No Going Back)

8. The sun was setting over Xpu Há, sinking behind the inland mountains, turning the water that lapped at the shore a dark red gold. Trip and T'Pol sat on the patio of their little rented beach cottage, and he watched her watch the sea. (Every Version of Us)

9. Admiral Jonathan Archer approached the apartment door, situated on the corner of an unassuming block just off the main tramline to Starfleet Headquarters. It was a good location, and it was a shame Trip and T'Pol wouldn’t be here much longer, because he would miss having them so close. (Walking the Floor)

10. ‘Vulcans don't lie’, was, in itself, a lie. (Honesty and Its Opposite)

Tagging @deadheaddaisy, @pearlypairings, @1lostsoul0fishbowl, @talshiargirlfriend, @mytardisisparked, @gaitwae and anybody else who wants to pay!

[averageestrogenenjoyer]

Brienne of Frickin' Tarth!!!! best girl!! best girl brienne!!!!

Oh my god oh my god oh my god but thinking about Brienne and how she didn’t reject her femininity by choice but everyone else rejected it for her because she wasn’t conventionally attractive so the only role she felt she could fit in to in society’s eyes was that of a warrior and how she was in love with Renly because he was nice to her and danced with her and treated her how all the other girls her age were treated even if it was just for a night and how she never feels like she fits in as a woman because she’s ugly but she never fits in as a man because she isn’t a man but she can’t go back now that she knows what its like to be free from those constraints but there is still a small part of her that wonders what it would be like if maybe, just maybe… and I just… George had absolutely no right to write a character that good

[sajagz]

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

[iniziare]

This feels so good to do. Tag drop: Ezio Auditore. Verses for GI/HSR/DA are a WIP.

[scentofpines]

yesterday night i dreamed about living in some dystopian world where i killed someone with my bare hands before i had to flee the gestapo-style police through the entire country and today i dreamed about finding a cute cat and her fluffy kittens and taking them home and cuddling them.

my mind is so multifacetted.

[relicsongmel]

Fuck Ed Sheeran. Celestial was written and composed by Denise Hitoki sorry I don’t make the rules

[bunny-jpeg]

john price would trap you with a baby. no questions asked. he knew the years were catching up to him. he knew that wouldn't be much longer before he couldn't pass on the price genes.

he felt bad when he masturbated, felt like he was wasting his boys. spurts of hot cum down his large shaft wishing that it was inside a pretty little things smaller cunt. his hand was too rough even with lubrication. he needed something with supple flesh that he could sink his teeth into and a wet pussy to stuff full. he wanted to feel himself impregnating someone.

that was where you came in.

you felt amazing, sex with you was something else. the way you were like a bunny when you rode his cock. you bounced on him, not slowing down until he wrung at least three orgasms out of you. he found it endearing that you could take him. and while cowgirl was fun and missionary felt classic.

if price wanted to get you pregnant then, he knew that doggy style would be the best course of action. sadly, that position was a little more difficult given your size difference. price the bear and his little cub, those weren't just terms of endearment. he was burly, hairy, but you were so much shorter that he couldn't easily slip into you. but things could always be modified.

he smothered you under him as you laid on the bed with your legs spread and price was on top of you with his cock invading your slick entrance. the feeling was different and the weight on top of you only added to the pleasure.

his mind was focused, as he worked himself into you. he slid in easily, little resistance from you. your pussy was greedy for him, not that price could blame you. you were just so perfect for him. he shaped you into the perfect thing for him. you were his angel, the sweetest fruit, the woman he wanted to carry his child. if you liked it or not.

thoughts of you dark puffy nipples, the waddle in your step, the complaints of back pain. how your body changed because of him, he marked you in a way that no other man could. price boys grew strong and were a handful both in the womb and out. hungry boys too, but price would happily massage your fat tits to make sure there was more than enough milk for his boys. might have a little taste himself, see what all the fuss was. the heavy milk on his tongue as he fucked his pretty wife.

no need to go out and find a job. price's got enough to make sure that your wallet and your womb were packed full. no need to worry your little head, just make sure the babies are taken care of and price will do all the thinking in the relationship. he knew your dream was to see your diploma on the wall, but he thought that a family photo would be much better.

hard to complete your degree when your pregnant belly doesn't fit in the lecture hall seat or it was feeding time for john jr. there was nowhere for you to nurse his hefty son and you'd in the end miss too much class because price would be keeping you at home to start on the next one.

"that's it, doll. that's my girl. she suckin' me right in. she know what she wants and she's takin' it. made just for, huh, petal?" he growled as he pressed into you further, his cock didn't slip out. he fucked you feverishly.

he felt you tremble as you came not once, but twice, back to back. price continued to fuck you, ruin your pretty little folds and let him feel as much as he could of your sweet sex. you felt amazing, only pussy price would want. he fucked you roughly with his hands pressed into the covers on either side of your head. you were too blissed out by the time he finished inside of you that you didn't even ask for him to pull out.

a good wife took every drop.

he soon after pulled his cock out, the sight of his cum sticking to your slick pussy lips with most of his seed inside of you. made his cock peek at attention once more. "there she is." he purred, "messy girl." he tipped your hips up and held them in his large hands. he dipped between your legs and played with your pussy. something to distract you while his cum slid into the back of your pussy.

now be good, and get pregnant <3

a/n: i don't know what came over me... i'm sorry