#she’s now moved the kittens to a dangerous spot

[my-cat-can-slay-dragons]

My friends sisters cat has had kittens, so he’s asking me for advice, and his sister is just completely ignoring it. Then when I asked why she wants to keep the kittens if she won’t even look after the cat she already has (who is obviously not spayed, and has been let out immediately after giving birth, and has taken a kitten with her) and he’s acting annoyed that I’ve said she’s not looking after her cats. Which she isn’t. And hasn’t been for the whole time I’ve known him. 🙄

[potchi-fics]

note: mhhmmpffhmmhfpphfmmm, also it's 3:50 am here when i finished writing this (w/o the good boy for the folks out there, here's the link, all of my g!p works will be posted in there.) tw; g!p vi, use of good boy, backshots

      vi’s libido is exceptionally high—especially when it comes to you and you only. you have the power to turn her on, to make her dick so hard, it’ll leave her aching, needy, and whiney. you could be bending to get something you baked from the oven, or press your tits on her arms to show her something, or just wear shorts that reveal your thighs.

her eyes have never shined so brightly. her dick gets harder and harder every time. the moment you step out of your shared bathroom wearing just her shirt and underwear—she is gone.

“vi, how are you turned on right now,” her hands roam your body, still slightly damp from a shower, “you seriously cannot be turned on.”

      she kisses your neck, vi’s front making contact against your back, leading you to lean your head to the side, giving her more access. 

vi whines out, her hips grinding on your backside, hissing at the small pleasure, “please, baby. can’t help it,” your hand lands on her hips as she begins to grind, letting you feel her cock through her shorts, “you make me feel so good.”

“vi–” you feel fingers at the garters of your underwear, eyes widening once she pulls it down, pooling around your midthighs.

      well, good thing your libido is higher, yeah?

she pushes you towards the end of your bed, making you land on your knees. and without even a second thought, vi flattens her tongue on your pussy, toes curling at the sudden pleasure. her thumb circles your clit at an agonizingly slow pace, but her tongue, god, her tongue is doing wonders to you.

a squeal escapes your throat when you feel her push in, hands gripping the sheets. vi’s groans serve as a vibration and it adds to the pleasure she’s giving you. she pulls her tongue out, licking down to replace her thumb. she alternates between sucking and giving your clit kitten licks.

“ne-need you inside, vi,” your mewls and whimpers spur her on, eyes shut, “inside, hurry.��

      obeying like a soldier, she quickly slips two fingers inside of your sopping cunt, groaning at the warmness and tightness of you. vi curls her fingers, her tongue doing circles on your clit.

the feeling of the tip of her fingers prodding on your g-spot makes your entire body quiver in need. you wet your sheets with your drool, face digging deeper into, crescent-like marks appearing on your palms with how tight you grip.

vi is no better; her shorts are ruined, the head of her cock dripping with precum. her cock itself is already sensitive, pulsing and twitching inside the material, straining against it. 

“vi, baby,” your voice is muffled, barely gasping your words out, “need you inside. your cock.”

      you turn your head to stare at her—the big bad wolf of zaun is broken, disheveled: hair is tussled, body coated in sweat, eyes needy. she pulls down her shorts just enough for her dick to slip out, slapping against her navel, and the tip just a little bit shorter than the patch of red hair.

your eyes glint dangerously under the light, face holding a barely contained smirk; you’ve got her wrapped around your finger. 

she grips the base of her cock, slapping it on your wet cunt, making another whimper escape you. vi slowly slips the head of her cock, biting her lip at the sight of you welcoming her. you bury your face into the mattress once more, attempting to at least suppress your noises.

you can cum with how her dick slides into you, how she goes deeper and deeper, ever so slowly; letting you feel her thickness, the veins. 

vi whines when you clamp down on her the moment the back of your thighs meets her own, “baby, so tight.” she brings the hem of her tanktop to her mouth, biting it to keep it from covering your pussy, “gripping me so good.”

“move.”

      vi rocks her hips, you refuse to let go of her. her thumbs press down on your back dimples, using your body as leverage to pump your cunt on her dick. unconsciously, you spread your legs wider, arching your back a little more, pushing back against her. 

every time she pulls out, only to thrust back in, it makes your eyes roll. with the way she’s moving, you can feel it deep in your pussy, the head of her cock dragging itself on your walls—you’re already convulsing in pleasure.

vi changes her pace, faster and harder, slamming into you like she’s about to put a baby in you. she bites down into her shirt, seeing your slick on her dick encourages her to fuck you harshly.

your unfocused gaze lands back at her, “i think i’m about to cum already, baby,” vi’s surprised gaze, hazed even, bores into you, “mh-hmm… you make me feel so good, vi. such a good boy for me.”

      she shudders at your praise, abdomen flexing, her dick twitching inside of you. she pulls you up by your arms, your back still arching as she pushes her hips into yours, forcing her dick to go deeper.

she pulls out until her tip’s only what’s left inside of you before slamming back in. she wraps one hand around your throat, attacking your neck with bites and kisses, leaving marks that’ll last for days. 

you’re letting out sinful and unforgivable noises, throat beginning to get sore, but neither of you cares. you lean your head back on her shoulder, a hand going up to caress the back of her head, grasping her hair to ground yourself.

“make me cum, baby, rub my clit,” to help you get over the edge, she gives attention to your puffy clit, rubbing it, her cock splitting you thin, “just like that, vi.”

      vi’s shudders again, holding back her orgasm just for you. she speeds up, a yelp emitting from you. you are just so tight, so warm, so good. your pussy sucks her cock in like a succubus, you’re milking her.

she feels your chest heave excessively, broken whispers of her name—her eyes are tightly shut close, and she’s cumming. she cums like a hose, filling you up to the brim with her cum. with each spurt, she thrusts; you love it. you love it so much that you’re going over the edge along with her.

“baby, your pussy’s crushing me,” vi whimpered meekly, cock still cumming, “fuck, you feel so good.”

you laugh tiredly, enjoying how her dick spasms inside of you, your eyes still closed, “not my fault your dick is massive, honey.”

      her posture relaxes once she stops cumming, her arms hugging your torso, the both of you catching your breath before she’s separating herself from you. vi lifts her tanktop once again as she looks down, she pulls out slowly, groaning at the way your cunt grips her dick, or how a bridge of your cum and hers appears.

“you’re carrying me to the bathroom.”

[becgenius]

bolted - sylus x reader

three weeks after you had broken up with sylus, you run into each other at a gala. his issue, however, is the fact that you came with a date. 

!! nsfw, smut, fem!reader, exes to lovers, pwp, 18+

!!! not set in l&ds universe, reader not mc, pet names, cursing, might be angsty idk, jealousy, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, mirror sex, dirty talk, teasing, hair pulling, creampie, unprotected sex, fluff if u squint really hard, lightly proofread

wc. 2.4k

reblogs appreciated!

nsfw under the cut. minors dni

For the months you were dating Sylus, every one of your Friday nights had been reserved. Your own weekly ritual of being dressed in matching designer brands and attending various events: corporate galas, charity balls, and black-tie parties, to name a few. 

For the past three weeks, every one of your Friday nights has been spent alone, completely free of plans. 

Three Fridays have passed since you have shown your face at the social gatherings you so frequently attended. Three Fridays have passed since you officially broke up with Sylus. 

Admittedly not your wisest decision. Sylus was a man of endless wealth, influence, and power. Your own status in society is not at all insignificant; but there is a part of you that still feels inferior.

Because you heard the cruel gossip about your relationship behind your back: whispers of she doesn’t belong here and Sylus would be better off with me. Because you felt as though you were holding him back. Because you were scared that he would be the one to leave first. And though you love him, you left because he deserves someone better. 

But for the first time in three Fridays, you finally allow yourself to regret leaving. You allow yourself to miss your comfortable routine: Sylus buying an entirely new outfit for you to wear, sneaking out of parties together long before they were set to conclude, and ending the night on your couch with whichever takeout meal and show fit your mood that night.

The only reason you have the strength to drag yourself out of your weeks-long slump now is because of the invitation you received not long ago from some gentleman in your network, asking you to accompany him to tonight’s event: a fundraising gala at one of the city’s many national museums.

Of course, you have absolutely no interest in entertaining the man who invited you, you only know for certain that you would see Sylus tonight. 

It doesn’t take long for you to lose your date. As adamant as he was about getting you to go with him, he proved himself to be quite inattentive now that he had gotten your agreement. 

You are by yourself now, in spite of the crowd of event-goers drifting around where you stand in the extravagant ballroom, moving from one conversation to another.

The heels you wear add a few inches to your height. Not enough, however, as you can hardly see over the head of whichever wealthy socialite is in front of you.

You’re embarrassed to acknowledge the growing disappointment brewing in your chest as you fail to spot a familiar head of white hair. 

Never mind the embarrassment of admitting that you are here for Sylus in the first place. You were the one that ended things, after all. What would you even say to him if you do happen to run into one another? Maybe seeing him would be enough. Enough for what? This was a bad idea, you begin to think. 

That is, until you are suddenly very aware of Sylus’ presence. 

It is first the undeniable heat radiating from something, someone, behind you. It’s then the penetrating scent of bourbon and cinnamon invading your senses. Rather, the scent of trouble. 

“Looking for someone, Kitten?” It is finally his rich, husky voice that breaks through the crowd. Your heart skips a beat. 

You don’t give him the satisfaction of turning to face him just yet. “I’m not your kitten.”

“Oh? But you are, don’t forget.” His voice becomes dangerous, and his sly hand sneaks itself around your waist from behind, “Done running away from me yet?” 

Sighing, you turn, simultaneously facing him and shifting just enough to make his hand slip away.

“What do you want, Sylus?”

"You've always given me so much attitude.." He ignores your question. If he notices the desperation in your tone, he doesn’t show it. “Are you having fun going about your night with your arm around that moron?”

“He’s not a moron. And yes, I’m having plenty of fun, not that it’s of your concern.” You don’t know why you feel the need to defend your date or why you feel the need to lie to Sylus. After all, you weren’t having fun. 

“Lies,” he immediately accuses. “Do not think that I have forgotten what you look like when you are being dishonest with me. Especially when you are doing so in an outfit that I bought you myself.”

The low purr of his voice easily sends shivers down your spine. He had gotten nearer as he spoke, his face now mere inches from your own, his eyes bearing into yours. 

“Everything you do concerns me.” He comes impossibly closer, speaking directly into your ear now. “Besides, anybody here can tell, Sweetie, you are too out of that idiot’s league. Not your wisest decision.”

Sylus is right. No one can miss how your date’s eyes unfocus, zoned out, whenever you speak. Or how he never introduces you when he goes to greet the other party guests. He hadn’t even noticed you leaving his side and blending into the crowd just moments ago. 

“I could say the same for you.” You counter. He pulls back, curious, “you don’t seem all that interested in your date either, and she’s your type, isn’t she.” 

You don’t hide the fact that you’ve seen the various magazine articles and social media posts, all featuring Sylus and the new woman by his side as the main image. She’s obviously gorgeous. And, you discover with a quick web search, is also from an extremely well-off family with much more influence than you could imagine.

Though you hadn’t seen her tonight, you don’t need to be a genius to figure out that Sylus is here with her tonight as well. 

“I have no romantic feelings towards that woman, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“But you’re still here with her.”

“She isn’t you, you know.”

“I didn’t know that mattered.”

Now it’s his turn to sigh at you. His turn to be the defeated one.

“Come home, Y/n,” his voice nearly begging as he gets straight to the point, “it’s always been you.”

How could you bring yourself to deny him like this?

You don’t know if it was Sylus’ persuasiveness or your own willingness to go back to being his that brought you to where you are now: locked inside one of the museum’s many private restrooms, the noises of music and chatter from the party now a distant murmur. 

You’re also: bent over the bathroom’s sink, thanks to Sylus, with the skirt of your dress hiked up to your waist and your underwear pushed down around your knees.

“Sylus,” you whine, your legs feel weak with each lick he makes to your pussy. 

“Keep still.” He commands, tightening the grip on both of your thighs that both kept you in place aa well as spread out for him. 

“You taste so fucking good, Baby.” He doesn’t move away to speak and the breath from his hot mouth stays directly on your cunt as he does so, the heat eliciting a loud moan from you. 

His tongue fucks into your hole from where he is crouched behind your open legs. The squelch of your arousal on his tongue and your moans fill the quiet atmosphere of the bathroom. 

You feel him chuckle behind you before feeling the cold air hit your wet core at the sudden loss of contact. 

“Y’know, for someone who was just playing so hard to get, you’re really enjoying this aren’t you, Kitten?” He teases, and though he stopped eating you out, his hands keep their position on your thighs, massaging them up and down. 

“Shut up.” You push yourself back so that you were practically sat on his face. He, thankfully, doesn’t object and gives your clit some much needed attention, sucking hard.

You can feel your climax sneaking up on you and so can Sylus, recognizing the way your moans got breathy and the way you clenched around him when he inserts his fingers into you, intensifying the pressure between your thighs. 

He continues sucking your clit, lightly grazing his teeth on your sensitive bud. The stimulation startles you at first, he’s never done this before, but it soon turns into euphoria as the pain mixes with pleasure. 

It all becomes too much for you and your walls finally come crashing down on Sylus’ tongue. He takes you through your orgasm, making it last as long as possible, until you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer. 

He’s quick to get up on his feet behind you. You immediately come to his understanding and slouch against him, letting him hold up all your weight. 

“Look at us,” he gestures to your reflections in the mirror. You’re a mess: your dress straps cling to your upper arms and your face is covered in bliss. Sylus nonetheless towers tall behind you, annoyingly put together as he always is. “It’s like nothing ever changed between us, hm?” 

You have to agree with him. The sight is not new to you, and you’re overcome with a sense of fondness for all the times you’ve stood like this before. 

On the outside, your physical states are pure opposites. However, you know that right now, Sylus is as aroused as you are. You’re suddenly aware of the fact that he has yet to come. 

Still in your post-orgasmic haze, you try your best to reach behind you to where you assume his crotch is. 

“Already can’t get enough, Dear?” He teases you but even so, he moves back and pulls out his dick from his pants, simultaneously guiding your body so you’re bent over in the same position you were previously in and sliding his erection between your folds from behind. 

“Relax. You can take it,” he coos before slamming into your walls without warning. 

“Sylus!” You gasp at the intrusion. It’s a miracle that you even have the effort to scream his name, it was as if all your breath was taken away.

“Still so goddamn tight as I remember, Sweetie, I thought I told you to relax?” He begins to hammer his dick into your pussy, not sparing you and your sensitivity at all. You squeeze your eyes shut, and your moans and yelps with each thrust fill the room.

“Sy, ‘s too much!”

“You can handle it. After all, you wanted this.” His tip finds your g-spot and hits it at that same brutal pace. “Are you still thinking about that asshole that you came here with? Hm? Even as im fucking you like this? Have you forgotten him yet?” 

In the midst of being fucked, it takes you a second to figure out what, or who, he’s talking about. The truth is that you had forgotten all about the other man once you entered the seclusion of the bathroom you are now in. You don’t get a chance to reply before he continues.

“Can he fuck you like I do? Do you think of me when he’s this deep inside of you?”

Your eyes widen at the crudeness of his words. 

“I- never- we don’t-!” You’re quick to deny his accusations, albeit struggling to get the words out between moans. 

“Spit it out, Princess. Are you saying he doesn’t fuck you at all?” His hips smack against yours, hard this time. “Or are you saying that his dick can’t go deep like mine can?”

As he interrogates you, a hand reaches down between your thighs and begins circling your clit. The stimulation is all too much, and you’re still unable to properly speak. 

“Sylus-”

He takes a fistful of your hair and nudges your head up, forcing you to face the incriminating scene reflected in the mirror. “Answer me.”

You watch yourself shake your head rapidly, still being held up from your hair. “No! It’s not like that.. He and I never did it..”

“Oh yeah?” He still has the same smirk from earlier in the night on his face, but now his eyes are shrouded in a devious darkness. “That’s a good girl. If I had found out that he fucked you I might’ve had to kill him.”

He snorts, seeing your shocked expression. “I’m kidding sweetie,” he clarifies. Sylus then lets go of his hold on your hair and your head falls forward with more of his thrusts. “Now keep being my good girl and come for me.”

The exchange is pushed to the back of your mind and you’re reminded of the physical situation that you’re in.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your whole body jerks up and down from bouncing back from his. 

You uncontrollably spasm as you cream around Sylus’ dick, squeezing around him just right. Overstimulated, your jaw hangs open as screams burst from your throat. Afterwards, you become fully limp in his hold.

“Fuck. So fuckin’ noisy, huh? You’re doing so good for me, sweet girl..”

You feel the exact moment he reaches his climax. He thrusts himself one last time into your sore cunt before you’re filled with his cum. 

You stay there for a while, neither of you bothering to move. 

After what feels like hours of standing still, Sylus finally pulls out of you. And last moan escapes your lips as he does so. 

He kneels, pulling up your panties from their bunched up state around your ankles to over your sopping hole before any semen could leak out. 

“You think you can keep it inside until we get home?” He asks before leaving a kiss on your clothed cunt and standing to fix your dress, erasing any evidence of your sexual encounter. 

“And when are we getting home, exactly?” You don’t comment on the fact that he said ‘home’ as if it was the same place for you. As if nothing had happened between you two. You don’t comment because you want both of those things to be true. 

“Now.” It isn’t a suggestion, nor a question, but a statement. 

“Wait, you’re not staying until the gala ends?”

“No, Sweetie. We’re not staying until the gala ends.” He laughs as if it’s obvious, “we both know that I could buy out this whole fundraiser if I wanted to.”

“What about our dates?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re my date, and I’m yours.” 

[syluslnd]

If you're still taking requests, I really wanna see how you'd write this situation. Sylus' s/o is visiting the mansion one day. Sylus is in the room when Luke or Kieran (it's probably Luke) accidentally discovers one of her sensitive spots; he poked a random spot on her back to get her attention and she barely holds back a moan.

sylus learns a new discovery about you

your attention fully on sylus while he lays on the bed sprawled out, watching you with that familiar intense gaze.

You were rambling on about something, your words tumbling out in an effort to distract yourself from how his presence always seemed to consume the space.

Sylus had a way of making the air feel heavier, as if every word exchanged between you carried weight. But right now, you were doing your best to ignore that pull.

Luke and Kieran were also in the room, leaning against the far wall, barely acknowledged by you. They hadn't said much and you hadn't felt the need to involve them in your conversation with Sylus. It wasn't unusual-you always focused on him and the twins usually stayed in the background.

But then, without warning, you felt it—a finger brushing down your spine, light but deliberate, starting at your neck and trailing all the way down. The touch was so sudden, so unexpected, that your body reacted before your mind could catch up. You flinched, your breath hitching and then, to your horror, an involuntary moan slipped from your lips.

The room went dead silent.

Your heart pounded as you froze, feeling heat rush to your face. Every nerve in your body was suddenly on edge and you became painfully aware of how every eye was on you. Luke's finger still hovered at the small of your back but your mind couldn't focus on anything but the sound that had escaped you. A blushing mess, you struggled to regain composure but it was too late. The damage was done.

Sylus's expression darkened immediately, his gaze narrowing as he shot a look toward the twins. "Out" he ordered, his voice low, dripping with authority.

Luke and Kieran didn't hesitate, quickly leaving the room, though you could still feel the heat of their lingering stares as they exited. The door clicked shut behind them and now it was just you and Sylus. The tension in the room became suffocating.

Before you could even speak, you felt a shift, a pull. Sylus's evol had kicked in and suddenly you were dragged onto the bed, your body moving against your will. You gasped as you found yourself straddling him, your knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his hips. His power forced your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling you close until your face was inches from his.

"Sylus-" you started but your voice caught in your throat as you felt his fingers, cold and deliberate, start to glide up your spine.

Slow. Painfully slow.

He dragged his fingertip over your back, tracing the same path Luke had touched moments ago, only now it felt a hundred times more intense. The gentleness of his touch was at odds with the dark, predatory look in his eyes, and your body tensed with the growing tension.

"You flinched when he touched you" Sylus murmured, his voice dangerously low. His finger made another slow pass down your spine, making you shiver involuntarily. "But that sound you made... that was for me, wasn't it, kitten?"

His words sent a chill through you, your breath coming in shallow gasps as your body responded to every calculated movement of his finger. He knew exactly what he was doing, toying with you, making you squirm without even needing to move more than a fingertip. It was maddening, the way he maintained control over you, even now.

You tried to speak but the words wouldn't come. Sylus tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a dark, knowing smile. "You're mine and I don't like sharing." His finger paused for a brief second before continuing its slow descent down your back, dragging out the sensation. "I think I'll remind you of that."

Your breath hitched again as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the side of your neck, teasing but not quite touching. You could feel the tension radiating from him, the possessiveness behind every subtle move.

His evol kept your arms locked around his neck, keeping you trapped against him, powerless to resist. And despite the darkness in the air, the intensity of his touch, you felt your body betraying you, drawn to him in ways you couldn't control.

"You like this, don't you?" he whispered, his voice rough, his finger finally reaching the small of your back before trailing up again at an agonizingly slow pace. "I can feel it. Don't deny it."

You whimpered, the sound escaping before you could stop it, your body reacting to the tension he was building with such little effort. Sylus's smirk deepened as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

"Good girl."

There was no escape. His evol had you trapped and you were completely at his mercy and the worst part was-you didn't want to get away.

[emilysholster]

Bratty (David Rossi x Reader)

Summary: David punishes you for acting out at work

Warnings: NSFW, public teasing/flirting, dirty talk/pet names, daddy kink, [unprotected] PinV sex, edging, oral sex (D receiving), face-fucking, light D/S dynamics, mention of degradation, (fem!reader)

Translations: gattina (kitten)

A/N: inspired by an ask from @vikingstoner69, thank you! 🩷

Admin day was always such a bore. No cases, just talks about budget and financial planning for the whole work day. While Emily took on the brunt of the work as chief, it was still each team member’s responsibility to present to everyone their ideas for the budget updates and what they’d like to see added to the team’s toolkit.

It was during these presentations that your genius idea to get over the boredom came to you. You rolled your chair a bit so that you were further back from the table, and able to see the back of everyone’s heads. You were not directly visible to anyone else on the team except for David, who was at the front of the room.

The two of you had been dating in secret for some time. You’d mutually decided to not let the team know until you were both comfortable, and that meant things were in that easy spot right now. Your nights consisted of separate car rides from work to either his place or yours, where you’d then enjoy dinner, and later, each other.

You felt a light tingle between your legs thinking about last night and the way you’d made David groan. Watching him at the front of the room, you crossed your legs, squeezing your thighs together. The action had a double purpose, as the skirt you were wearing rode up your thighs slightly, exposing more of your skin. You smirked to yourself when you saw David’s gaze catch on your legs as he spoke.

As he went on with his presentation, you began upping your antics. You pulled your hair out of the bun it was in, letting it fall down your shoulders. Next, you began toying with the top button of your blouse. Innocent enough, but when you slipped the second button out of its hole to show off your chest, David stuttered. You looked at him innocently as you bounced the end of your pen against your lips, playing with it. Now David shot you his you’re gonna get it look, unnoticed by the rest of the half-asleep team.

“And that about wraps it up.” He said, ending his presentation.

“Alright!” Emily blinked herself out of her daze. “Thank you, Dave. Ok, and last but not least, Penelope?”

David took his seat next to you as Garcia went to the front and began her colourful presentation about some new tech software she could use funding for.

With Garcia caught up in her presentation and you still being out of sight of the rest of the team, you dropped your hand to caress David’s thigh. You traced circles with your finger, getting dangerously close to his bulge before drifting away again. You smiled to yourself when David cleared his throat next to you, but before you could push him further, his hand grabbed yours, forcing it to stop.

Not wanting to draw the attention of the team, you tried to gently squirm your hand away. But David’s large hand kept its grip on yours, preventing you from moving. Annoyed, you huffed quietly, giving in. You spared a quick glance at him but he kept his eyes straight ahead, jaw set. Uh oh.

•••

At home, you were pouring wine for the two of you when you heard the door open. Before you could even turn at the footsteps making their way towards you, David was behind you, pressing you up against the counter. His large hands came to rest on either side of you, pinning you in place as he brought his mouth close to your ear. “Care to explain yourself?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You hummed, arching so your ass was pressed up against him.

“So bratty today,” David husked into your ear. You stifled a groan when you felt him grinding against you. “I think you need a lesson.”

Suddenly he was tugging your skirt down, followed by your panties. Heat rushed to your skin as he nudged your legs apart, forcing you to stand there bent over and completely exposed.

You heard him unbuckle his belt behind you. “Look at how wet you are for me. Dripping just from teasing me all day.” Without warning, he pushed his cock into you. David groaned at the feeling of your tight walls engulfing his cock, your wetness covering him as he pushed into you.

You all but purred at the feeling of his cock filling you up, the ache between your legs finally getting taken care of. But before the pleasure building in you could reach its peak, David pulled his cock completely out of you. You whined at the loss, pushing backwards in hopes of getting him back in you.

Instead you were met with a sharp slap on your ass, making you hiss. “What, you thought you could act out all day and still get fucked like you wanted to?”

“Fuck!” You groaned out when he pushed his cock back into you. But just as quickly he was back out, and he began picking up this torturous rhythm of filling you up before withdrawing, not letting you soak up the pleasure.

Pretty soon you were at the brink of tears, whining. “Having regrets now, gattina?” David grunted from behind you as he slipped his cock out again.

“Yes,” you cried out in frustration. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” Your hole was aching now, and you could feel your wetness leaking out of you.

“We both know that’s a lie, don’t we?” You could hear the smirk in David’s voice as he traced a finger down your spine, and even that simple action had you arching.

“I’m sorry, I mean it.” You were begging now, so desperate to have his cock back inside you and hitting that sweet spot again. “Please, please just fuck me Daddy.”

David’s cock twitched at your use of the name. You didn’t always use it, but some of his best memories were of when you did.

You felt his cock rub through your folds, nudging your clit before lining up with your entrance and pushing in slowly. Both of you groaned as he pushed deep inside you, letting both of you savour the feeling of him against your walls.

One of David’s hands gripped your hip while the other tangled itself in your hair, gently pulling you up so you were flush against him now as he began fucking you. “Oh fuck,” you groaned. “Yes, right there.”

“This is what you wanted all day, didn’t you?” David’s voice by your ear was strained as he pounded into you. “To be bent over taking Daddy’s cock.”

“Yes!” You moaned as his hand snaked around your front, his fingers beginning to circle your clit. You felt David lick a stripe down your neck, and he pulled your shirt collar to attach his mouth to the sensitive skin. He bit down gently, making you hiss, and immediately soothed the skin with his tongue, making sure you’d be wearing turtlenecks for the next few days.

The combined sensations of his cock, mouth, and fingers had you feeling heady with pleasure, the wave building in you threatening to spill over. “I’m gonna come, Daddy.” You groaned.

“Do it, gattina. Come for me.” David panted from behind you. His permission was all you needed; the pleasure that’d been building finally spilling over. David held onto you tight while you moaned as waves of pleasure rolled through you.

David pulled out of you as you relaxed, and you turned to see him with his still-hard cock in his hand. Smirking, you dropped to your knees and took his cock into your hand. It was slick with a mixture of precum and your juices, and you admired the way his veins bulged beneath his tan skin.

David’s cock twitched in your hand as you circled the tip with your tongue before taking him into your mouth. “Oh fuck,” he groaned from above you. You used your other hand to cup his balls as you began slurping on his cock, running your tongue from the base to the tip repeatedly.

“Yes,” David hissed. “Take Daddy’s cock just like that, gattina.” His hands buried themselves in your hair and he held your head in place as he began fucking your mouth. You braced yourself by holding on to him, moaning at the feeling of your mouth being filled by his thick cock.

“Look at you, my little slut.” David husked. “I’m gonna come in that hot mouth of yours.” He was watching you as you looked up at him through your lashes while you took his cock between your lips. You relaxed your throat, allowing him in deeper.

“Shit,” David grunted from above you, and he doubled his pace before shooting his cum into your mouth. He groaned as his cock oozed into your mouth, and you eagerly sucked and swallowed.

You wiped your mouth as you stood up, and David grabbed you by the chin for a hungry kiss. He moaned at the taste of himself on your lips and you giggled as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed you closer to him.

He pulled away and placed a kiss on your forehead. “You’re so good for me.”

You smiled up at him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Looking down at the mess of your clothes on the kitchen floor, you giggled. “I guess we should order in.”

“Good idea.” David laughed.

[erikftglitter]

Ch 5 | The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevens' New Wife

Killmonger AU

Created By: Erikftglitter

Kari couldn’t take it anymore. Between the silk, fitted button up that Erik wore, the smell of his cologne, and the way that he said her name, he was too much to handle.

Kari hadn’t realized that she was leaning towards the older man until she felt his hands on her waist. Erik’s hands lowered to Kari’s bottom and softly squeezed. She softly moaned into his mouth, biting his bottom lip gently in the process. She read enough books to assure herself that she knew a few things.

Erik was first to pull away. If he hadn’t then they wouldn’t make it to dinner and he would scar Kari for an eternity. She wasn’t ready yet. Erik appreciated her anticipation though. He suppose that his generosity was accepted well.

He wasn’t trying to buy her love, but there is only so much money that one person needed. Kari deserved nice things and Erik was going to be the one to provide them. Besides, she would hate him very soon, he wanted her to have something special for her to look at before he drove her insane.

The thoughts of Kari screaming excited Erik. He longed for the chance to make the girl cry. To bruise her thighs, to bite her neck, for her to try to hold in the cries before ultimately failing to do so. That kept Erik motivated enough to purchase the Chloé bag. Not to mention that Kari’s wishlist was public.

“Let’s go kitten. We have reservations.” Erik started, grabbing her hand in the process.

Kari complied. She was very excited about getting to know Dr. Stevens. However, she couldn’t fight how her body launched to him. She was never the type to lose her self control, but Erik had a very lustful aura. She was dying for his touch.

Erik opened the car door for Kari. The interior of his Rolls Royce was breathtaking. Kari had been too distracted to acknowledge it the first time. When Erik entered the car, Kari reached over to kiss him again, Erik’s heart actually began to beat faster. She wasn’t as predictable tonight and that was both exciting and terrifying. Erik’s hand stilled Kari’s body from moving any closer.

Patience, kitten. I’m trying to help you.

Kari pulled away and leveled her mouth to Erik’s ear, “Thank you.” She whispered.

Kari was playing a dangerous game without realizing it. Provoking the gentleman would not end the way that she thought it would. None of the books that she’d read had a sadistic, kink-oriented, trained murderer as a love interest.

“Of course, Kari. Now please sit down and put your seatbelt on.” Erik prompted. He wanted to do this correctly. If he truly wanted Kari to experience the lifestyle that she clearly desired, then she had to be willing to accept that this a battle of timing.

Erik didn’t miss the way that Kari obeyed his commands. She didn’t arch her eyebrows, or provide any kind of indication that she was rejecting his request.

Great.

When Kari caught a glimpse of where Erik was taking her she concluded that this couldn’t be real. This was the type of restaurant that she’d only hear tourists or the high class talk about. Between the waitlist, the prices, and the scenery, the restaurant was the perfect spot for private dinners, engagements, or anniversaries.

Valet took Erik’s car and Erik took Kari’s hand. “Let’s have a good time.” Erik smiled, those dimples paralyzing Kari’s ability to think.

The waiter was very polite to them. He had taken them to a closed section of the restaurant that was intertwined with nature. The sounds of water was extremely relaxing. After Kari’s second glass of wine their food arrived. Erik watched Kari intimately. He was fond of the purchase that he made. She wore the bag as eloquently as intended. Kari wasn’t in his life based on sheer coincidence, she would be soon be the only person in his life, and the obsession of that fact allured Erik.

Kari was having the time of her life. Her entree was delicious and she was enjoying the company of the man in front of her.

They had the chance to talk about Kari’s plan to return back to school and pursue a Master’s degree. They both briefly covered childhood ground. That wasn’t something that either of them cared to elaborate on. Erik was very grateful for that.

Kari learned that Erik is due to give a speech at the governor’s ball. He mentioned it so casually that Kari thought that she heard it wrong. Dr. Stevens was a very interesting man. She was extremely happy to hear him speak on just about anything. He was focused when he spoke. He was an accomplished man, that Kari already knew, but if this was their first date then Kari could get used to this.

Erik didn’t view Kari as a child. While he did view her as a duteous woman, who was waiting to be treated like the needy slut she is, he did not truly view her as incompetent. It was refreshing for her to be seen and to be validated. This entire date exuded maturity. She was being treated like a grown and sexy woman.

“Can I interest you two to our dessert menu? We can also package it for you to take home.” The waiter asked, offering smiles to both Erik and Kari.

“One strawberry cheesecake please.” Erik requested. He never took his eyes away from Kari.

“One of our best! I’m going to get these dishes out your way, and I’ll get that out to you shortly.” He grabbed their plates and Kari spoke once he was gone.

“I didn’t take you as a dessert guy.” She smiled, picking the wine glass up as she waiting on Erik’s response.

“I’m not,” Erik started. He stood up and assumed his new position next to Kari. “It’s for you.” Erik returned her same smile. He chuckled when she gasped at his hand placed on her thigh.

“We’ll leave once you finish it all.” Erik promised. Kari was stumped. While she did enjoy cheesecake, what was the game? Why’d he come over and restart her nervous system?

“Strawberry cheesecake. Enjoy.” The waiter left quickly, almost afraid that he was intruding at the sight in front of him. Erik paid him no mind. The tip would make up for it.

This time Erik picked up Kari’s glass and finished the rest of her wine. Kari’s lips formed that familiar departure that made Erik’s control weaken.

“Oh um okay. I’ll get s-started on this.” Kari stuttered. She was turned on by everything that Erik seemed to do. She was becoming embarrassed by the way that he watched her eat though. So she decided to offer the next piece to his lips and to her surprise he accepted it. Darting his tongue to sides of his mouth and back into his mouth.

No, don’t go, Kari thought. She wanted to see more of his tongue work and the pool of wetness that was flowing through her thong would agree.

Kari was going to initiate another kiss but Erik spoke before she could connect it. “I’m not touching you until you finish your dessert Kari.” Her eyes widened. She was still embarrassed by his gaze, but she tried her best to finish the generous slice of cake while looking in the other direction.

Erik softly angled her face so that it was back facing him. Kari was a bit humiliated by the way that she didn’t fight back. As embarrassed as she felt, she still didn’t stop him from watching her eat so intensely.

“That wasn’t so hard. Was it?” Erik asked once she swallowed the last piece. She shook her head. Erik waited for the woman to correct her mistake.

Let’s see if this is really the one.

Kari spoke once it was evident that Erik was ignoring her response. She had common sense. “No. It was nice. Thank you.” Kari spoke, looking down into her lap as she did so.

“Eyes on me please.” Erik pleaded. He knew that he was doing a lot, but he was curious to see Kari’s reaction.

Kari looked at him and Erik noticed the glossiness in her eyes. Fine. He’ll be nice. He leaned in to give Kari exactly what she wanted. He felt her hands touch both sides of his face. This time he bit her bottom lip and she instinctively opened her legs. Erik’s hand was still placed on her thigh so he could feel her small hips buckling forward in a pathetic attempt to request his attention.

Erik pulled away. “Are you ready for the night to end?” Erik asked. The question was quite rhetorical but he insisted that everything was up to Kari.

“No. No I’m not.” Kari spoke quickly and desperately. Erik was exposing something inside of her that she should feel ashamed of but she just wasn’t. If she had to humiliate herself for his attention then so be it.

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[delulugirlulu]

Unraveled | Chapter 1: Tension and Tease

Characters - Sylus x Reader, Sylus x Y/N

Word Count - 680

A/N - I'm so sorry if the word count is short, I swear Chapter 2 and 3 are longer ;-; Anyway, thank you to everyone who read, noted and reblogged the Prologue - I wasn't expecting to get that much traction and it warms my delulu heart that other delulus enjoyed the story somehow (◡ ‿ ◡ .)

And now, the story...

Y/N walked out of her home office, rolling her shoulders as she stretched, trying to work out the knots of tension from a long day of typing and clicking away in front of a computer. The familiar weight of fatigue clung to her, but when her eyes landed on Sylus sprawled out on the couch, her exhaustion seemed to disappear. There he was, lounging as if he owned the room, his tall, muscular frame taking up more space than what was fair. His silver hair, messy and tousled, caught the dim light, making him look even more alluring than usual.

Her gaze wandered over him, from the sharp line of his jaw to the smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips. He was watching her—of course, he was. He always watched her with that same intensity, a mix of amusement and something darker, something deeper that sent a thrill down her spine.

“Hey, love,” she said softly, plopping down beside him. She pressed herself against his warm body, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Sorry I’ve been so busy. I’ve been working non-stop and I—”

“—fell asleep?” Sylus finished for her, raising an eyebrow while looking at her.

She nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, fell asleep. I didn’t mean to…”

His chuckle was a low, rich sound that vibrated in her chest. “No need to apologize, kitten. I know you’ve got your own thing going on. I’m just glad you’re awake now.” His eyes gleamed with mischief as his hand slid up her thigh, his fingers brushing over her skin in a way that made her breath catch. “Though, I hope you’re not planning on falling asleep again.”

Her body reacted to his touch, a shiver running down her spine as she turned her face toward him, lips curling into a playful smile. “Maybe? I’m still a little tired,” she yawned.

His grip on her thigh tightened, and she felt the heat of his body pressing against hers. “Oh, I think I can wake you up.” His voice was a growl, low and dangerous, the kind of sound that made her core tighten in response.

She let out a breathless laugh, pretending to be unaffected. “What do you mean by that, mister?”

“You tell me.” His lips were suddenly at her neck, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive spot just below her ear. His breath was warm against her skin, and every gentle touch sent sparks of desire racing through her. “I think you need a different kind of energy,” he murmured, his lips moving lower, his tongue tracing the curve of her collarbone. “Something to get your heart racing.”

Her heart was already racing, each beat a reminder of how close he was, how much she wanted him. She could feel the tension building between them, an electric current that had been simmering beneath the surface all night. She tried to play it cool, to keep some semblance of control, but the truth was, she was at his mercy. She always had been.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispered, feigning innocence as she tilted her head to give him better access. “You’ll have to demonstrate.”

His chuckle was a dark, dangerous sound as his hand slid higher up her thigh, fingers brushing the edge of her shorts. “Oh, I’ll demonstrate, alright.” He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his red gaze burning into hers. “But you need to be honest with me about what you want, kitten. No games.”

Her breath hitched as his thumb brushed over her skin, a soft but deliberate touch that made her pulse quicken. She swallowed hard, her body trembling beneath his touch. “I... I want you, Sylus,” she whispered, the words barely audible but thick with desire. “I want all of you.”

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, the air between them felt too thick to breathe. “Good girl,” he growled, his hand sliding under the fabric of her shorts, fingers teasing her already sensitive skin. “Now, let’s see how honest you can really be.”

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[kleefkruid]

The fact that Kotelet waited untill her kittens needed solid food to bring them into the house is impractical and gives me a lot more work but it is hilarious to take a moment to see this situation from the perspective of the babies.

Imagine, you and your sibling grow up in the woods (some shrubs). The nights are cold and long, sometimes you mother has to leave and you're left to fend off the elements and possible dangers alone. As you grow so does your hunger. You tell your mother and she goes "Ah, I suppose you are ready, come with me." You go on this treacherous journey (crawling up an old ivy to get on a wall) and in the twillight of the night you spot a cave where light still shines...

Inside it is warmer. You spot another cat you've seen wandering around before. They walk around like they've been there many times. You want to follow them, see where they're going, when you spot, The Thing.

You've seen The Thing before from afar. It's unnaturally tall and long and moves strangely. A lot of sounds come from it almost continiously. It's weird appendages grabbing at everything. Right now it is terribly close, and sitting down on the ground.

Your mother just walk up to it and says hi. she sits down. The Thing starts throwing candy at you. It's the best thing you've ever tasted. You want another one and you get an other one. "BLUAGH BLUAGB BOOOIOO?" goes The Thing. Your mother headbutts it.

And you know baby, you could have been here from the start if your mother didn't decide to drop you in an abondoned garden during the fucking wettest season Belgium has ever seen.

[yandere-fics]

♡ Jaguar Hybrid Abigail And Her Darling Sister ♡

Hybrids weren't very nurturing to their young, especially the young that seemed any level of skilled in combat so of course you had not seen your sister since you were very young, Abigail had kicked the asses of every single member of your pack before being sent out in to the wild so she couldn't dream of challenging the pack leader and although it had devastated you since you'd been abnormally attached to her, it was just the way the world worked, beyond that family couldn't stay together forever, both of you would have split up either way to go find mates of your own one day, like you found yourself doing now. You'd come of age so it was your turn to leave, never to return, this would have been sadder if there had been anyone in the pack you truly cared about but your main focus really was just Abigail and with her having been gone for years it had been somewhat easy to leave though you were somewhat frightened. You weren't the most jaguar like in your pack, that had once again been Abigail, she was an excellent hunter and moved and killed with such precision, you likely wouldn't last long if you didn't find a mate of your own soon but you really didn't get along with other jaguar hybrids, they were too pushy, when your big sister did it, it was charming but when others did it you just felt unsafe. You didn't have to be outside alone for too long though because the moment you closed your eyes to sleep that night you felt someone settle in besides you, their bulky arms holding you close as you tried not to panic and upset whoever it was.

"Sweetheart, go back to sleep." They grumbled and you sighed a breath of relief as you recognized the voice and smell, your sister was here to protect you, you'd have more time to be careful about who you selected as a mate now since you wouldn't be completely alone and she'd be able to ward off anyone unsuitable. You weren't sure if she had already found her own mate, the thought made you somewhat sad, or how on earth someone like her hadn't found anyone already but that was a concern for the morning so you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep in her arms, unaware of the tongue bath she gave you in your sleep to ward off unwanted suitors.

"Good morning Abby!" You turned around in her arms to poke her face causing her to grumble, her grip tightening. "Come on, we have to get up!"

"Sweetheart, you need rest, this is barely your second day after leaving home." How did she know that? You hadn't left on your birthday like most did, you left a few weeks later, she wouldn't have known unless she'd been in the area when it happened or something but you didn't know why she would just lurk around where your pack lived. Well that really didn't matter, even if she had been lurking, she was kind, you highly doubt she would have done it for weird reasons.

"You should let me help, since you don't have a mate yet to cook for you after you hunt." She let out a grumble when you said that, stretching and finally standing up. You assumed she didn't like being reminded she had no mate. Her muscles had gotten bigger in the years you hadn't seen her, she'd likely be able to take over any pack she chose at this point. Her future mate was very lucky, you'd have to try hard not to be a burden to her while she was likely still trying to find a mate.

"I'll go hunt and you will stay right here in this exact spot. I'll know if you wandered even an inch from our camp." You nodded, trying to set up a better campfire than the makeshift one you set up last night before she sighed and came over to do that for you as well. "You don't need to cook, my precious kitten shouldn't be around dangerous things, just stay still and wait for me." She said something else but you hadn't hear it.

Hunts were long and while you really did want to sit still and wait you couldn't help but feel a bit bored, in the pack you'd play with the younger hybrids and keep them entertained but there was nothing to do in the small area she said you were allowed to roam, until you heard someone talking to you from the bush.

"Heyyy, was that your mattte?" A head peeked out, a naga, you let out a reflexive hiss, you'd been warned before leaving to never ever agree to be one of their mates because they were dangerous and mean. They were mate snatchers and if one happened to take you or your mate you were never likely going to get them back, you never really believed that to be true but you still felt uneasy around the creature.

"N-no, that was my sister, we're traveling together." You backed further into the camp as the person slithered closer before backing up a little at your discomfort.

"Oh goodddd, you aren't mateddd. I wanted to courtttt you but us naga have a rule against taking those with matesss." You'd never heard that, actually what you'd heard had been the exact opposite but maybe your pack had their facts wrong or maybe this one was just different. You couldn't help but feel swayed at their words. "Don'ttt you wanttt to come with meee? I'll be nicceeee to youuuu."

You nodded your head, slowly following them out of the encampment before you heard a roar and Abigail was there in seconds, ripping the creatures head off, the trance you were under breaking.

"Damnit, if I had known a naga was trying to move in here I wouldn't have left you alone. Damn mate stealers. Are you alright sweetheart?" You nodded timidly, trying not to look at the creature. You had thought it would be nice to travel with Abigail for awhile but you didn't want her to have to worry about you on top of whatever mate she found. This only cemented in your head you needed to go find your own mate soon.

"Abby? Maybe I should leave." You heard a loud growl, she pulled you into her arms tightly, her teeth sinking into your neck in a second.

"Sweetheart, I'm not letting you leave. Get that into your head right now." The mark was already healing like nothing ever happened. Honestly you weren't entirely sure what had happened but you think she just marked you as her mate? That had to be wrong though.

"Did you?-" She cut you off.

"Yes I did mark you as my mate, sweetheart, need more proof you're staying with me?" She took you hand, guiding it to the thin trousers she wore, she was fully erect and when you hand touched it, it pulsed in your hand. Oh. So that was why she hadn't found a mate since you left. Well that was actually perfect, there was no hybrid stronger than your sister anyways.

[mysticmellowlove]

Thinking about dating yandere and we went out to dinner one night maybe with family or just by ourselves you choose but anyway we are talking to our family members or to staff about to get our table when some chick come up to him and starts flirting. Of course he ignores her at first then we have spider sense so notice it then walk over to him kindly not wanting to start something in a restaurant. She walks away like a whore so later on he goes to the restroom and a minute later we notice that chick following into the restroom to. We immediately think “Fuck no” and go in to save our man. We didn’t want to cause a scene but we’re about to.

warnings; sadistic reader, sub male, sub yandere, gn reader

note; darling can definitely feel disturbances in the force

Your lips pursed as you waited for the server to come back with a table for the two of you. Off to the side a girl with her body, admittedly a very nice body, clothed in a skimpy black dress was trying to chat up your boyfriend. You could see it out of the corner of your eye, the way she was pushing her boobs up to try and entice him, so unaware of what was under his perfectly tailored suit.

The thought calmed you down for a moment, she didn't even know how much he loved you. She didn't know how the two of you loved. Still, he'd be hearing about it later on tonight. By the way that he wasn't cussing her out you knew that this was exactly what he wanted. Always such a glutton for punishment.

However, it had gone on for as long as you wanted it to. You had a feeling she was mere seconds away from leaning up against his side, pressing her tits into his arm to try and lull him into some sort of lust haze. Unfortunately for her the only thing that ever seemed to get him hard was the sight of you shirtless on the couch with a bag of chips.

"Hey babe, the servers coming over." You went over and leaned against his side, looking down at the female who seemed to still be shorter than you even in her pretty little kitten heels. He looked over, a cheeky glint in his eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing and he was enjoying it.

"I'm sorry, babe?" The girl piped up from behind him, her smoky eyes set on your form. You looked her up and down, just to add insult to injury.

"Yeah, babe. As in my boyfriend." You hummed as you clicked your tongue, wrapping your arms around his so you could pull him back to the station. He looked down at you, a sneaky grin on his face just in time for the server to come back and lead the two of you to your table.

It was perfect, right near the window overlooking the river lit up by streetlamps. Date night had been set right again and now you even had a reason to 'punish' him later on. You went ahead and ordered some of the finest wine for the two of you as he looked at the menu, inspecting it to find something that you would like.

The rest of the evening seemed to be moving smoothly. Good company, good wine and even better food. That was until he got up to go to the bathroom that you noticed something was wrong.

You spotted the girl from before slinking her way to the bathrooms as well and usually you wouldn't think too much of it. However, her insistence on being around him earlier this evening really set you off. It wasn't that you were jealous, or maybe you were, it was just that you didn't know if facing your wrath or his wrath was more dangerous.

Now that he was out of your sight he wouldn't care about trying to piss you off, he'd be a completely different person. You pursed your lips and pushed your chair back before making your way over to the bathrooms.

He didn't seem to be in any of them so you simply followed the sound of voices. It led you around a secluded corner, one that had a mirror on the back wall so you could see exactly how infuriated he looked as he pinned the girl against it. Her eyes darted to you, wide and blown out in alarm. She looked teary, the poor thing.

"Down." You said, just one simple word. He let her go and slunk to his knees.

"Honestly, it's people like you who mess things up for people like me." You hummed as you walked past him. She seemed to cower before you, her hand pressed to her chest as her eyes grew teary.

"Come on now, you didn't seriously expect no consequence." You sneered. Hands wrapped around your thighs as you let your eyes wander to him in the mirror. You'd let it slide for now, purely because it was funny to see the girl look at the two of you as if you were freaks.

"I suggest you get the fuck out of here before I decide to make this the entire restaurant's problem." You grinned as she gasped and skirted around the two of you, her heels clicking on the wood floor as she all but ran away. A satisfied hum left your mouth as you turned to watch her leave, served her right.

"And what shall I do with you." You looked down at the man on the floor, his hands massaging your legs as he looked up at you with a soft gaze. His mouth opened slightly as he shivered

"Whatever you want." He whispered, his tone reverent. You huffed and shook your head.

"Come on then, I think you need to be reminded who you belong to and it would be such a shame for the rest of the restaurant to hear your pretty little screams."

[12timetraveler]

The Wild Cat

Arthur returns to camp with a Christmas surprise

For @sad-sweet-cowboah for the @rdrevents winter exchange. I hope you enjoy this sweet little story 💙💙

The full story can be read below and on AO3

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The snow was beautiful, but damn was the winter cold. 

The gang had tried moving a bit further south before the snow hit, but had only made it to a moderate climate before the snow hit and it became too much to move further. So while you weren't stuck up a mountain, you weren't in the nice warm desert either. 

Perhaps you were being a little extra grumpy this morning. Arthur had gone out on an errand for Dutch and Hosea, delivering mail and stopping at a fence to exchange some items for cash. Nothing dangerous, but it was a bit of a ride. Without your sweetheart sleeping beside you, the night had felt cold and long. Fortunately he should easily make it back by later in the afternoon. 

As you sipped your morning coffee, looking out over the white valley you were camped in, you tried to keep that positive in mind. He'd certainly been gone longer, and on more dangerous journeys before. But always you felt his absence. 

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), Mrs. Grimshaw wouldn't stand idleness, even when your mind was preoccupied with worry. In fact she seemed more determined to keep you working rather than let you sit in your anxious thoughts. 

By the time Arthur trotted in around sunset, you'd helped Pearson prepare some meats to preserve, had melted snow into water to do the washing, gathered coals from the fire pits to help Pearson cook, and helped patch a hole in Javier's jacket. Now you were taking some time to check the horses, picking snow clumps out of their hooves and making sure none had any injuries unnoticed. 

You didn't even have to look up when you heard the heavy footfalls of Boadicea crunching through the snow toward camp. Arthur’s snappy retort to Lenny’s call of “Who's that?” Was possibly the sweetest sound you'd heard all day, as grumpy as it was. He wasn't a huge fan of the cold either, and it made his rough exterior extra prickly. 

You finished picking the snow clumps out of Old Boy’s back hoof, setting it gently on the ground before straightening out. Arthur smiled as soon as he spotted you over the giant horse’s rump. 

“Hey darlin',” he sighed, dismounting before Bo had even come to a stop. He loosened her girth and removed his saddle bag before letting her loose to get some hay and find warmth amongst the herd. He tried to sling his saddle bag over his shoulder but stopped, lowering it to his side instead. 

“Bout time you rolled in,” you teased, brushing some snow off the fur of his jacket before wrapping him in a hug. 

“If it weren't for the snow I could have made that trip in one day,” he huffed, stomping his feet and rubbing his hands together. 

“Well I'm glad you're back safe,” you cooed, kissing his cheek before hugging him tighter. 

“Careful darlin’. You'll squish ‘im.” He chuckled, gently prying you from his front. 

“Squish who?” You asked, scanning Arthur's body. Surely he wasn't talking about his prick. He always loved when you pressed up against him there. 

“Not that,” Arthur huffed, following your gaze down to his crotch. He undid the top couple of buttons on his coat, grinning all the while as you spotted his surprise. 

An ashy gray fluffball with brown eyes peered out of Arthur's coat. You would have sworn it was a sentient piece of lint. It was hard to tell what the creature was until it let out a pitiful little mewl. 

“Who is this?” You gasped, reaching out to take the little cat as Arthur carefully unlatched its claws from his wool coat. The kitten immediately curled up against you, seeking warmth. 

“He ain't got a name. Yet,” Arthur grinned as he watched the cat search for an entrance into your coat. “Figured I'd leave that honor to you.” He leaned forward, stealing a kiss from you. “Merry Christmas, darlin'.” 

“What... He's for me?” You asked, looking between your sweetheart and the fluffy gray kitten in your arms. 

“Mmmhmm. I remember you talking about that cat you had as a little girl. When I found him I figured I knew someone who'd love him.” 

“Where did you find him?” You asked, watching as the short gray kitten tail disappeared into your coat. 

“Damn near the middle of nowhere,” Arthur huffed, rubbing his gloves hands together. 

“Just wandering the wilderness?” You studied the fluffy little cat, who was now peering up at you from inside your winter coat. “You sure you didn't bring home a mountain lion cub?” You teased.

“Well if you don't want him, give him back,” Arthur pouted. The twinkle in his eyes told you he was just playing along with you. 

“No. He's my little mountain lion,” you huffed, hugging the kitten close. Arthur chuckled. 

“He wasn't quite in the middle of the wilderness. I could see what looked like a homestead that burned down. I'd guess this little guy was the kitten of one of the barn cats. But he was all alone out there.” 

“Poor baby,” you cooed, wiggling your finger at the little kitten. Together you and Arthur made your way to the chuck wagon, and you easily found a can of salmon to feed the starving little furball before heading to your shared tent. The canvas tarps had been lowered around the tent to shield you from the cold, and to protect your privacy from the close proximity of your camp mates. It was still chilly, but the condensed space did provide some warmth. 

The kitten emerged as Arthur cracked open the can of salmon, smelling the yummy treat. Arthur set the can on the ground, and you helped the kitten pull itself out of your jacket. The ravenous little beast began scarfing down the salmon as soon as he was close enough, letting out little “nem nem nem” sounds as he ate. 

Now that the kitten was out in the open, no longer looking to burrow into the nearest coat he could find, you could study his features better. 

He was fairly young. Probably just old enough to be away from his mother. And even though the puffy coat you could tell he was skinny. The ashy color of his fur was textured with blacks and whites, giving a lot of density to his coloring. The tail was stubby like kitten tails are. But as this poor, abandoned kitten stood there, scarfing down the canned salmon, you couldn't help notice the happy way his little tail flicked back and forth. 

“I think he's a Maine Coon,” you mused, examining the kittens features. 

“Huh?” 

“It's a breed of cat,” you explained. “They're most popular up north in, well, in Maine.” 

“You know,” Arthur huffed, sitting beside you on the cot. “I never considered there were breeds of cats like there are horses or dogs. They're just... Cats.” 

“Trust me there are plenty of different cat breeds,” you giggled. “I'm not an expert. But I knew a woman who bred them. This little guy looks a lot like the kittens she had.” 

The little kitten was now finished with its meal and was now taking stock of the new environment. You wiggled your fingers at him, and the kitten focused on on your hand, ready to play now that he'd been fed. 

“If he is a Maine Coon, he's gonna get big,” you giggled, flouncing your fingers out of reach just as the kitten pounced. 

“Oh. So I did bring home a mountain lion cub after all,” Arthur teased. 

“Not quite,” you laughed. “But he will be one long kitty.” 

The kitten pounced at your fingers, narrowly missing your hand with its claws. He latched onto your skirt and climbed your leg, round eyes focused on your hand. 

Arthur watched fondly as the kitten played on your lap. The way your eyes shone down on the little creature, while your lips turned up in a giggle. 

“Do you like him?” Arthur asked. 

“I love him,” you said, grinning up at your husband. “Almost as much as I love you.” you tilted your chin up, and Arthur took it for the invitation it was and snagged your lips in a sweet but loving kiss. 

Arthur broke the kiss with a hiss, and you looked down to see the kitten hanging onto Arthur's hand, claws piercing the wool gloves while tiny fangs tried to nom on his fingers. You giggled and detached the fearsome cat from your husband's glove. 

As you held up the little kitten it let out a big yawn, tiny fangs glinting in the candle light. This time when you set him back in your lap, he curled up in the fabric of your skirt. 

“What are you gonna name him?” 

“I don't know,” you hummed, studying the little kitten. “I was thinking Ash, or Cinder to match his coat, and since he was found by a burned down homestead. Or maybe Coal, since he's a Christmas gift, but I've been very naughty this year.” You giggled. 

“No denying that,” Arthur teased, bending down and nipping at your jaw; the only thing he could reach with your scarf covering your neck.

“Thank you, Arthur,” you sighed, leaning against him.

“Merry Christmas, darlin'.” 

[drvirgus]

Glow

Danielle X Reader

Description: Despite your initial distrust of Dani's relentless optimism, you discover that having someone as bright as Dani in your life is exactly what you need.

Warnings: insults; trauma; harsh words; foul language; kys/kms jokes; naughty jokes; drinking; smoking;

Chapter 04: I know (fully written)

Masterlist

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The rain poured relentlessly onto the ground and the umbrellas people carried to avoid getting wet—just like Danielle and Yn.

A barely audible meow echoed through the park, immediately catching the cheerleader's attention. Her umbrella was still perched above her head.

Her hair, as she had predicted, had become frizzy. She was almost unrecognizable. Her usually straight locks, which she carefully straightened day in and day out, now resembled a wild bush.

Danielle heard the soft meow again. Her large brown eyes widened as she spotted a small, jet-black kitten in a box.

Almost instantly, she crouched down. Her left hand held the umbrella over her head, though it seemed pointless now since she'd spend hours tonight restoring her hair to its usual smoothness.

"Hey, sweetie," Danielle murmured softly, reaching out to stroke the wet fur of the tiny kitten. "How long have you been out here?" she asked with a slightly sad smile, noticing the word "ADOPT" written on the box.

"At least your owner wasn't a total jerk and gave you an umbrella," she said as her eyes drifted to the green umbrella shading the box.

Her gaze returned to the little kitten, and a sigh escaped her lips. "I can't just leave you here," she muttered, setting her umbrella aside to scoop the kitten into her arms. She then grabbed her umbrella again to shield them both from the rain.

Danielle noticed someone approaching the box—without an umbrella, only a hood pulled low over their face to ward off the cold. The stranger didn't notice Danielle until their shoes entered her line of sight.

Yn looked down at the shoes. Simple white sneakers, in her opinion. Her eyes traveled up the long, bare legs, and then further up, until she was looking into the face of the person standing before her. Yn's expression didn't change.

She noticed the black kitten cradled in the taller girl's arms and simply nodded.

Danielle, on the other hand, looked completely different. Her eyes were wide, a small smile spread across her face, and her cheeks flushed a dangerous shade of red as she gazed at the face of her crush.

Danielle's eyes trailed over the slightly shorter girl's figure. She looked the same as always—hoodie and jeans, occasionally cargo pants, but mostly jeans. Colors didn't seem to be part of her wardrobe, as she mostly wore black and blue. Except for the red hoodie she was wearing now, which Danielle noticed for the first time.

"You're soaked," Danielle said almost breathlessly, stepping closer to hold the umbrella over both of them. Yn, however, instinctively stepped back, almost reflexively. "I'm fine."

An awkward silence fell between them. Yn found it uncomfortable, while Danielle used it to carefully choose her next words.

"So, I—" Danielle began, but Yn cut her off, holding out a small can of wet food. "Give that thing something to eat," she said, her tone almost monotonous and dismissive, as she placed the can in Danielle's hand. She then picked up the green umbrella, ready to leave.

But Danielle couldn't just let her leave, could she?

"I'm Danielle. Well, actually, my name's Jihye—Mo Jihye," Danielle said, slightly stuttering, though it seemed to work as Yn stopped moving away.

"I know," Yn replied, holding the green umbrella as she left Danielle standing in the dark park, longing, with a kitten in her arms.

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[the-hill-clans]

Splash's Camp

Moon 2

Characters: Flame, Twig

Season: Newleaf

Words: 670

Read on AO3 / Read on Neocities

It has snowed overnight, and a thin dusting of snow covered the territory. Flame wanted nothing more than to curl up with Splash in their shared nest, sharing warmth with each other and dreaming of prey and chasing butterflies. He didn't stay in the nest for long, though. Flame rose to his paws and padded out camp, crossing the now-frozen stream and shivering at the way it chilled his toes. It never snows this late into newleaf... His tail twitched. He gave one last look back before disappearing into the trees.

Flame found that he preferred to hunt in the morning; it gave him a chance to stretch his legs and warm up for the day ahead. By the time he shook the chill from his fur, he'd caught two mice and a squirrel. Flame licked the blood from his jaws, buried his catches, and continued on.

The light red-and-white tabby came to stop at the wide creek that separated the thickest parts of the woods from the fields of grass beyond. The light covering of snow had melted by now, and the sun hung brightly in the sky. Flame was pleased to find that the water had thawed. Dipping his head down, he took a long drink. I better catch some more prey before I go back home. He stood, stretching, and took a running leap across the creek onto the other side.

On this side of the creek, there were less trees. Grass waved in the wind; if Flame padded further in, the grass would come up to his ears. He stayed near the edge, occasionally stopping to look for signs of prey. That's when he noticed the grass ahead was parted in an odd fashion. He crouched and padded forward silently. There was a distinct lack of prey-scent as he crept closer, and for a moment Flame worried that he would run into another rogue.

A little ball of fur flew from the grass, landing in front of Flame and causing him to back up a couple steps. A little cat stood in front of Flame, tail sticking straight in the air. Flame blinked. It's just a kit! Flame could see his ribs straining against his sides, and a hungry, scared look in his eyes. Just a hungry kit... He looked around, expecting to see a queen or another cat following behind the kitten, but he saw no one else. "It's dangerous for a kit alone in these woods. You should go back to your home."

He was feisty, despite his appearance. "Nothing I can't handle! I can take you!" He launched himself at Flame's leg. Flame responded by grabbing the kit by the scruff and hauling him up.

"Put me down! Put me down!" The little black tabby started to thrash, legs flailing, before he finally went limp in Flame's grasp with a huff.

"You calm, now?" Flame mumbled through fur. The kit nodded, and Flame put him down. "Good. Now, why don't you go back home? Your parents must be worried about you." Flame thought back to his own mother; a beautiful, small torbie with deep green eyes and a warm, comforting meow.

The tabby kitten looked at the ground, his tail twitching in annoyance. "My momma said I can't move from this spot, no matter what.

Flame tilted his head. "How long ago was that?" There was no response this time. "I don't think she's coming back." He said, gently.

"But..." He sniffled out, finally, before going quiet again. "I'm so hungry, mister. I've been waiting for a long time..."

Flame wrapped his tail around the kit, bringing him close. "I caught something just a little while ago. We can go dig it up, and you can have a bite back at our camp. Do you have a name?"

"Twig." Twig replied.

Flame smiled as he stood up, beckoning the kit to follow him. "That's a nice name, Twig. I'm Flame. Now let's get you something to eat and warm nest to sleep in."

[oneatlatime]

The Siege of the North Part 2

Last episode of the season! I'll post some season round up stuff over the next few days.

The last episode ended super abruptly, so a refresher: -Aang and Zuko are in a snowstorm and Aang is currently hypnotised by a Yin Yang fish -Katara, Sokka and Yue are in the spirit oasis moping about losing Aang to Zuko -There’s a big fuck off Fire Nation Armada parked out front -All current trends point to the Northern Water Tribe being a finely ground and toasted paste by the end of the day

Episode Time!

I don’t know, did Katara really do everything she could? She could have called for backup. Although given Zuko’s track record with taking out scores of guards when the plot requires (hello Blue Spirit episode), I guess it probably wouldn’t have made a difference.

Ignore Momo for a minute and look at this grass texture. I can't decide if I like it or not. It's certainly doing... something?

Is this the spirit world? I'm loving the colour pallette. Since Aang's dreams tend to be sepia-toned, does that mean he dreams in the spirit world?

This monkey guy has so much personality. I love how our first look at this sacred, spiritual, mystical place is an antisocial jerk. Lovely subversion of expectations.

Roku has unparallelled jumpscare abilities.

I have to say the sound design on the ice cracking under Zuko's feet is spot on. That oddly hollow yet muffled thud is exactly the noise ice sheets make when they go.

Poor Aang getting dragged like a kitten. He's got to have frozen skin by now. Should have taken Iroh's advice and covered his ears.

I don't think Aang moves once during Roku's speech about the spirits crossing over. I think he's a freeze frame of animation, something which this show usually avoids.

Judging by the musical sting it's supposed to be a serious line, but the way Roku feels the need to clarify that the Face Stealer will steal your face got a laugh out of me. Was anyone expecting him to do anything else?

"They call him Coe, the Face Stealer. Be careful, or he will validate your parking."

Where did he get fuel to burn? And why does he feel the need to monologue? And if struggling and fighting is what made you into who you are, maybe you should give being lucky a chance, because you're not exactly well-liked or very good at what you're supposed to be doing.

Inclusivity win! These non-benders get to torch the water tribe too!

Ballistic water canon portholes - that's neat.

Those long range grappling hooks are probably the fire nation's most effective weapon.

Please die please die please die please die please die please die

How rotten do you have to be inside, that when you find a giant underground hidden library, you use it to find out ways to wipe out civilisations? And celestial bodies? Zhao is honestly so pathetic. Ruthless, and somewhat effective sure, but you're gifted a giant underground secret library and all you can think to do with it is use it to kill people? Pathetic.

This spirit world stuff is so neat. The scale, the lighting, the animals, everything is slightly off in a way that feels deeply alien. I like.

Get your mind out of the gutter.

The squealing strings in the spirit world are fantastic. The composition of this shot, also fantastic. The colour pallette; fantastic. I would love to live in the spirit world if I wasn't in danger of losing my face.

The face stealer recognising the avatar is chilling. Really adds a sense of the ancient. And whoever is voicing him had the time of their life. Deliciously evil moustache twirling stuff, but still with an underlying very real threat.

I love Sokka's logic here. Co-opt enemy's strength; make it serve you. Zuko being persistent means that there will still be an avatar to save once Sokka catches up to them.

This whole encounter with the face stealer is a cut above. They really pulled the stops out for this finale.

I don't think this is the Blue Spirit, but it's close.

I KNEW those fish were thematically relevant. What a completely unexpected reversal too! Those spirits you're asking for help? Actually, they're asking you.

It pays to be nice! This is why Aang has to stay such a nice boy! See? It pays off!!!

Looks like someone was a little slow with the whole 'conquering the enemy before their main source of power turbo charges them' thing. We've got floor is lava: tank edition, ice machine guns, and Poophead turning a whole row of soldiers into popsicles. Good stuff.

I absolutely hate Poophead but I have to admit it's satisfying watching him go 1 v dozens in tornado mode and kick fire nation butt.

That panda has some powerful breath. And I love that morphing effect between big cuddly guy and horrors beyond description.

"Oh No! Where's my body?" That's pretty funny. I don't think it's supposed to be, but it is.

Forget about the panda, Aang has powerful breath. He just wallpapered Zuko to the cave wall and travelled like 100 feet in the opposite direction.

Keep inching along buddy.

"That won't be enough to escape" "Appa!" "That probably is."

Forget about Aang wallpapering Zuko, Katara just turned him into a floor mat from 40 feet up. How many concussions has Zuko had in the last week?

If that rope is so quality, why did you cut through every loop rather than untie it and save it for later?

Of course Aang has to bring Zuko back. Aang is a nice little boy. That's what nice little boys do, and they get repaid for their kindness down the line with things like rides from giant pandas.

Imagine if Zhao had grabbed the wrong fish? It's a good thing that the moon spirit has a built in indicator light. What would the ocean do if it was in trouble? Get more blue?

Yue exposition. Yue is a moon horcrux. Oh this won't end well.

How long do you think Zhao spent composing his little speech? How many crumpled up parchments did he go through before he had the words just right? Do you think he practiced in the mirror while holding up a sock in place of the moon fish?

Get his ass Momo! I love how the guard in the back is like "nah, I'll let the lemur do his thing. Dude deserves it honestly."

Could we have some more specific examples of consequences beyond "balance" and "Chaos" for killing the moon? I don't think Zhao the asshole is going to pay attention to consequences unless they directly affect himself.

Zhao is way too fond of the word traitor. That's two people he's called traitor who are actually just people he personally dislikes.

You know you done goofed when kindly tea uncle promises to beat your ass. Zhao, meet consequences that directly affect you.

The face of a man realising he has, in fact, done goofed.

That's twice now these fish have yanked Aang around. Powerful fish. Did the fish call upon the Avatar or was Aang so angry that he went glowy and the fish took advantage?

FISHMAN

oh boy these guys are dead. So dead.

Tired of failing at capturing the Avatar, Zuko instead turns to trying to kill Zhao. Brightest idea he's had all season.

"Then at least, you could have lived!" Bold talk for someone who's already lost one duel to this guy and is currently losing the second. Unless you meant to flop backwards off that bridge?

Ooof. But she was always on borrowed time, wasn't she?

He just batted them away like balls on a pool table. So casually cutting through tonnes of steel and people. Fishman is killing thousands. I bet Aang's not too happy about that.

Ouch. More Sokka trauma!

Fish spirit dropping Aang off like he's bumming a ride to school, not killing probably 10 000 + people.

How am I supposed to take this seriously when Zuko's doing silly little summersaults?

Zhao is such a baby. I sincerely hope he's dead now too.

Bit of an abrupt tonal change. And yes, it's LONG past time you helped out the south. I hope Kanna is informed in exacting detail of her grandaughter's Pakku-bahsing exploits. She'd be so proud.

This scene should have come before the scene with Katara and Poophead. Would have avoided the tone switch. Also is that a tree to the right?

"So proud. And sad." OUCH.

Not-fun fact: there are four humans in this screenshot.

I'm guessing that was the firelord? I suddenly see where Zuko gets his muppet voice.

Mark Hamill?!?!

Final Thoughts

Where is the line between self-sacrifice and suicide? Because I have to say, Yue was very determined to do her duty. I guess that's one way to get out of an arranged marriage.

So glad to not see her fiance again, because then I can pretend he drowned. I bet he and Zhao are having fun out asshole-ing each other at the bottom of the sea.

Sokka!!! Somebody needs to give him a hug and get him into the care of a trusted adult immediately because the last thing he needed was MORE duty-related trauma. I bet he views what happened as him failing in his duty to the northern chief. He pretty much says as much when Yue chooses to save the moon. Obviously, there was rationally no way out of that one, but since when are emotions and trauma rational?

Yue describes her saving the moon as her duty, but it was also her choice, and I bet that's the first free choice she's ever gotten to make. Sokka didn't prevent her; he let her choose to do her duty. He definitely had objections, which he voiced, but he let her go once she brought up duty. It's so awful that Yue's first time having her choice respected (dare I say, having her own agency respected) is when she chooses to die.

She is dead, right? Her body evaporated and she's in the moon now. On the moon? Is she the moon? Did she replace the old moon? Or did the moon let her have a few seconds as a ghost for closure before she went to the afterlife? I don't know the mechanics of this.

Poor Aang just killed thousands of people, even if he was fish-possessed at the time. Katara's about the only person who emerged from this episode ok. She got to one-shot Zuko.

Fish possession-induced mega-fishman is not a solution I could have ever predicted to the problem of a whole fleet that needs getting rid of. It totally fits, despite it being a strange idea to contemplate in isolation. Aang pulls (rather, the fish pulls) a move straight out of Pacific Rim and it works.

The spirit world was really capably done. Creepy yet alluring, seemingly detached and untouchable yet both in tune with the real world and vulnerable to the things that go on there. And how clever was it to have Aang go to the spirits for help, only to find out that the spirits need his help? I love that reversal. It really ups the stakes. In any other fantasy story an appeal to the council of higher beings of whatever would either result in help or a refusal. Imagine calling up your godly bosses with a problem only to have them beg you for help? It's kind of chilling. Both in how close things came to disaster, and in the fact that humans in the real world actually have the power to pose that much of a threat to the spirits. Again you see why it's important to have a bridge between the real and spirit worlds: because traffic either way poses a threat to both sides.

What is up with Zuko? He failed the whole season at capturing the avatar (a task at which he was outclassed by episode 3), and now he doesn't have the resources to even try. So he's no longer a villain (not the he was ever good at it), he's no longer even a threat. He's a concussed vulture's meal on a raft. Is he even going to be in the next season of the show? What role could he possibly fulfill? He'll be just... there.

I had tone problems with this episode. A couple of places where I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to laugh, I did. And there were a couple of pretty corny set up lines. Yue discussing how there was no hope gave me Helm's Deep flashbacks. I think maybe this episode should have been a little longer in order to make the tone switches more gradual. And I get that, as a kids' cartoon show, they have to end the season on a happy note, but was there anyone in the main or background cast that didn't have a reason to end this episode seriously bummed out? Momo maybe. Appa's empathetic enough to be sad that Aang is sad. Yes, the North is saved, but the princess is dead, there are presumably thousands of enemy corpses bobbing around beyond the wall, and who knows how many water tribe people got crushed by fireballs.

The last three episodes have really been one big story. Katara's part was really over by the opening scene of the siege of the north part 1, which is about where Aang's part began. The real through line that ties these three episodes together is Sokka and Yue. These last three episodes have been low key Sokka episodes (and Yue episodes by extension). I think it's a sign of good writing and engaging characters, that the season finale of a show named after its main character can put a huge amount of focus on someone who isn't the main character and still have it feel natural.

Turn Sokka into a girl and beat him down with the expectations women face in a patriarchal society, and you get Yue. They are each others' mirrors, which is partially why they connect (the other reasons being Sokka is a breath of fun fresh air and Yue is gorgeous and desperately lonely). While I would give an arm and a leg for a version of the show where Yue joins the Gaang and travels around the world with them, being exposed to opportunities for growth and adventure and becoming her own person rather than an extension of her tribe's will, I think it also makes sense that Sokka and Yue ultimately can't be together. I'm having trouble putting this into words, so bear with me, but I think because Yue and Sokka are mirrors, and largely mirrors of the more burdensome aspects of their lives (ie duty), then wouldn't them getting together limit them? Halt their growth as characters? Would they not drag each other down? Under the right circumstances (like peace) they could help each other grow, but in war time it's probably not a good idea to have two self-sacrificing members on your team.

I know Aang had some crazy stuff happen to him this episode (and last episode too), but so much of what happened to him literally happened TO him. He had no say in the matter. He got yanked around by spirits, fish, and Zuko. Which is why the Sokka x Yue storyline was more interesting to me. Poor Aang may have a hell of a time processing all that yanking around, but that's not in this episode. Sokka and Yue actively making choices are in this episode, and their storyline has had three episodes to develop, so the payoff feels more earned.

The soundtrack was great this episode, especially in the spirit world. Deliciously creepy stuff.

Visuals were gorgeous. I especially liked the beige palete of the spirit world and grey-blue palette during the mega fishman scenes. The creeping blue veins were a good way to express the scale of mega fishman's power without just colouring the whole frame bright blue.

Zhao honestly got exactly what he deserved. It must have been a fitting end for his character because it left me highly satisfied.

Yue deserved better, but if the chief is to be believed, predestination is both a thing and unavoidable in this world, so she got the only end she could ever have. I love characters with quiet strength, but I love them more when they don't have to die.

Overall a good episode! It had to wrap up so many storylines that it ended up going all over the place, with some necessarily expository dialogue that felt clunky. Poor Aang featured surprisingly little in his own show's finale, if you discount when he's fish-possessed. Sokka got his heart ripped out and stomped on, as did the chief. Pakku has hopefully set himself up for a hearty slap from Kanna. Zuko and Iroh survived, but that's about all that can be said of them at the moment. I feel like maybe Katara will be carrying the Gaang for the next few weeks.

[lunaetis]

@caemthe asked :

[ jiyan, for yangyang ] A cat, on a tree so tall that the general wouldn’t be surprised if it was found out that it said it had been around since the first Lament. Impressive truly, but now it posed a threat to the safety of the kitten trapped at the top. He stepped back as he looked up, finally spotting the poor pet. “How should we proceed? It wasn’t too fond of the fish I offered earlier.”

unprompted. || always accepting

─「秧秧」─  it was almost impressive how a creature so small could get itself up upon a tree that tall all by itself. even before she could hear the sounds of it meowing for attention and assistance, YANGYANG was able to sense the emotions that came from the smallest of movement as the tree barely moved with the winds. the general had fetched a delicious looking fish in order to lure it down, however, the feline still wouldn't budge. was there something else that caused it to stay up there despite how dangerous it was ?

                quietly, she reached out her hand and closed her eyes to feel the winds, allowing the flow of the air current to pass through her gloved digits. she heard everything, the rustle of every single leaves, the way the sands and dirt moved underneath their feet, the scent and noises carried with the breeze, and a sign of distress coming from the small creature up and above them.

                " it must've been scared of the tacet discords suddenly appearing in the area. " both of them had already dealt with that, but the air itself was still unstable from the recent fight. perhaps that was why the cat refused to come down. she had to make sure there were no other external stimulants to make it go into fight or flight mode. her silver hues finally opened, and she turned to the taller male.

                " i'd like to try something. general, could you please hold out your hands and arms for me ? " that was all she gave him, and only when he had decided to comply that the winds around them slowly stilled, like the air was MUTED and with a wave of her gloved digits, a soft current whipped the small creature from where it was and carefully carrying it down onto his awaiting arms. he would be able to feel how warm the breeze was, how gentle it enveloped around the small feline like soft cushion. a smile then curved her lips at the successful attempt especially when the said kitty was nuzzling into his strong hold. a tender giggle escaped her.

                " she seems to be fond of you now. maybe she could smell that fish on you ? "

[birds-nest-on-the-roof]

Cats of the forest

A retelling of how the farmer gets their cat.

You save kittens out of the cold weather and seek help at Marnie's farm. Shane is slightly grumpy here since it is early on in the relationship. Farmer uses she/her pronouns.

You brace yourself from leaving the cozyness of the saloon. You know that outside waits the darkness of the night and the pouring rain doesn't make the walk back home any easier. You had been invited by Sam to play some pool with him, Abigail and Sebastian. All three of which you barely know but by the end of it you felt yourself enjoying your time with them. You enjoyed your time maybe a little too much since it made you forget how late it had become and that you had to walk home in such conditions. You decide that the way past your neighbor Marnie must be the fastest way back and since Sam takes the same way you two walk together even if it's just a small part of the way. You say your goodbyes and then you brace yourself to get back home as fast as possible.  

Speed walking out of town and past Marnie's farm, you reach the sign pointing towards your farm and you throw a quick glance over at the dark forest. You are just about to turn and hurry back to the warmth of your home when you hear something. You stop and listen. A small meow. You hear it just above the sound of the rain. You follow the sound into the forest, pushing away any fear as you do so. You don't have to go far though, in between a small rock and the trunk of a pine tree a gray kitten lays curled up. 

“Hey there, are you all alone out here?” You take a look around for a mother, but no other cats are in sight. Worried and at a loss of what to do you decide to go knock at Marnies. 

“Come here little one, I promise I'm not dangerous.” You hold out your hand to the cat that is a little timid at first, but after a sniff it moves closer and as the cat lets you pet it you lift it up. Despite the wet fur you place it under your shirt. The cat nuzzles close to you happy for the warmth your chest gives it. 

You hurry back to Marnie's farm silently hoping it's not too late, that Marnie has gone to bed and locked the doors for the night. But in the midst of your thoughts you see a figure up ahead. To your surprise (and relief) it´s Shane coming back from the saloon. He had thrown his Joja hoodie above his head sheltering him from the pouring rain. He stops, hand on the door handle as he notices you. 

A nervousness comes over you as you walk up to him. He looks down at you from the steps with a bothered look. 

“What is it?” He says before you get the chance to even open your mouth. 

“I- I found this kitten, It's wet and cold and I don't have any cat food. I don't know what to do. If she's okay, what sign to look for if she isn't.”

“Okay! Stop rambling, I’ll go get Marnie.” He shakes his head before going inside. He leaves the door ajar and you take that as a sign to step inside. You sigh at the warmth that now surrounds you. The smell of tonight's dinner still lingers in the house, that together with the faint smell of hay brings you back to your summers with your grandfather. 

You hear low mumbles coming deeper within the house, but as you try to catch a glimpse of what you assume are Marnie and Shane talking, Marnie comes storming out. She is wearing a long red nightgown with white spots on it and her hair hangs loose on her shoulders different from her signature braid. 

“Good grief you´re soaked! Come here! Sit down for Yobas sake.” She takes hold of your arm and leads you into their kitchen. Shane stands there leaning on the kitchen counter, arms crossed.  

“I'll go get you a towel, darling.” And with that she runs off. 

“It’s fine really, you don't have to.” You call after her. 

“Oh nonsense.” She says as she returns and drapes a towel down over your shoulder. “So, what brings you here at this late hour?” Marnie asks and you finally let the kitten, much to her dismay, out. She instantly starts meowing again, protesting loudly as you place her in Marnie's hands. As you do so you explain what happened and while Marnie does a check up.

“I can't see any problems with her other than being slightly muddy. But it was a good thing you found her when you did.” Marnie says and hands the kitten back over. “Was this the only one?” 

“I didn't see any other cats around.” You say as you pet the small cat. She starts purring loudly in your hands. 

“I think she likes you! Don't you think your farm could use a good cat?” Marnie chuckles. 

“Hm, I suppose it must be fate... Alright I’ll keep you! But what should I name her?” You hold up the kitten close to your face and examine her features. She looks back at you with calm gray eyes, her fur still has some spots of dirt in her gray striped fur despite you trying to gently stroke it off of her.

“What about Misty? What do you think about that?” You ask the kitten. “I take that silence as a yes then.” 

Marnie gathers a basket with blankets and explains how you will need to feed the cat with a milk formula and how to do so, before placing that too in the basket. You hand back the towel and place the kitten back safe inside your shirt. You are just about to leave when Marnie turns to Shane. 

“It's awfully late, you should go with her and make sure she makes it back alright.” Shane is just about to protest when Marnie gives him a stern look. 

“Oh, but Marnie, it's really not a problem.” You say and Shane is fast to chime in. 

“Isn't she an adult? Can't she take care of herself?” 

“Yes, Y/N is more than capable, I'm sure. But it is raining and dark out so you either make sure she and the kitten make it home or you can sleep with the chickens.” Marnie has a look of both tiredness and irritation, it seems to be enough for Shane to not continue. He grumbles but picks up an umbrella that's resting beside the door and steps out. You thank Marnie for all the help and apologizes for the late visit.  

“Oh, no problem dear, just make sure to get home safely.” She waves both of you off before returning back to bed. 

You and Shane walk together in silence. You feel slightly awkward and nervous over Shanes irritation. He is at least decent enough to let you share the umbrella with him. When you once again reach the sign you stopped at the first time you get this strong feeling to stop. When you do so Shane gives you an annoyed look. 

“Listen, if you want to go back home or wait here it's okay, I just need to double check so I don't miss anyone. I won't be able to sleep if I don't.” You say as you point into the forest. His eyes dart between you and the forest before he answers. 

“No, I'll go with you, Marnie won't be happy if she finds out I let you go alone and you fell in a ditch or something.”  

“I- You know what I will just pretend I didn't hear that and say thank you for joining me in my search.” Shane lets out a small huff and you two carry on looking in silence. You reach the place you found Misty and your guts tell you to go just a little bit further. There on the forest floor an orange kitten lays all curled up. You hurry to pick it up and instantly know something is wrong. The small body is concerningly cold and the kitten barely moves in your hands. You cry out for Shane and he is crouched by your side in an instant. He takes the cat from your hands and holds her close to him, slowly blowing warm air on her. 

You pick up the umbrella Shane threw to the side and crouch back beside him, watching him in what feels like ages but in reality is just a few anxious filled minutes. It's when the cat starts meowing that both of you let your tense shoulders drop and you let out a sigh of relief. 

“There. It seems like Misty has a sibling.” He says and carefully hands over the kitten. 

“You need a name too then. What do you think about… Miso?” You look down and hear a muffled meow from Misty and you take it as that she approves of the name to her sister. 

“Cute one. Let's hurry back, being out in the cold won't do them any good.” You give Shane a smile and he quickly turns to get the basket that along with the umbrella was thrown to the side. 

You place Miso along with her sister under the fabric of your shirt. Shane takes both the basket and holds the umbrella since you hold the kittens. You two take a quick look around for any more kittens and when none is found both of you agree that there is probably no more than these two. 

While both of you walk back in silence, this time it's a comfortable one. You take in the sight of the open fields that have yet to be sown on. You frown at the house with the chipped paint and think back on its glory days when your grandfather used to live here. A new life awaits you, one that is filled with opportunity. You have spent the first few weeks here cleaning the inside and organizing your stuff and going through what your grandfather left behind. But tomorrow, if the weather allows it you will do some work in the garden you decide.  

When Shane has made sure that you are safely inside he turns to make his walk back but you stop him. 

“Hey, Shane! Thank you for the help and be careful on the way back.”

“I will.” He answers shortly. 

“Goodnight!” 

“Goodnight Y/N.”  And with that he leaves. You can't keep yourself from smiling at the exchange as you turn back.