#shes a wet cat in human form

[brainbleedo]

GWENDOLYN BOUCHARD DADDY ISSUES CONFIRMED YEAAAAH

[neoarchipelago]

AU where Price finds a cat one day and brings it home. Turns out it's a witch!reader turned into a cat. She just pretends to be a cat because, well this is nice, no bills, it's warm, enough his big bear of a man had decided to feed you COOKED MEALS. And you're like, meh this is nice.

You sleep by his head during the night and purr against him when he has nightmares. One night you wake up to him having a particularly rough one and you decided to turn back into a human form, your naked body cuddling him closer. He wakes but in the haze of his dream doesn't seem to snap. After all, who's this person with his pretty cat's eyes? Who purrs and smells exactly like his little kitty.

In the morning he turns back to his little ball of fur and jokes about 'the weirdest dream he had last night'.

But he starts having other kinds of dreams... Where grunts and moans mean something different. He wakes up every morning and complains about that person he dreamt off and that he's having wet dreams about.

One night he's dreaming exactly of that and you turn back to human. Slip under the covers and grab his hard cock underneath the sheets. He wakes up with a growl as you stroke him. No words are spoken as you ride him, his hands all over your body as you both end up cumming together, him deep inside and you with the loudest moan ever.

He's a mess in the morning and you play it off as the nice kitty. After all, he's such a nice man to you. And you might be a bit naughty too.

It turns into a habit now, and he calls you his succubus, oblivious of who you truly are. And it gets more heated. You stay longer... You talk and cuddle but always leave before morning.

He's clueless, absolutely clueless. Until one day he's home too early. And you're in the shower. All naked and soapy. And when the curtain is nulled back roughly... You can't help but turn into a cat.

Poll right here for part 2?

[triptychgardener]

What does becoming a furry in Homestuck mean? (In reference to your recent Nepeta post)

Okay so the thing is the way that Homestuck treats furries is honestly kind of equivalent to how it treats queerness. As in, Homestuck initially treats it like a joke or a thing to mostly sneer at. Homestuck was very much part of the wave of disaffected ironic assholes of the Newgrounds and Something Awful type, especially to start with, and that sort of relied on shitting on demographics that were seen as weird and permissible to find cringe and make fun of.

Jade comes onto the scene, and a lot of people sort of groan at her whole furry shtick. Jade is largely, however, just a pretty sincere character, and even though she feels some embarassment over the idea of BEING a furry (i.e. her distaste for the idea of actually wearing a fursuit) she nonetheless begins the admirable refrain of combining the finest qualities of humanity with the elegance and nobility of the animal kingdom.

Her earnest affection for all things anthropomorphic sets up more than just her excellent taste. And as much as she is a bit of a pattern-breaker, one pattern she doesn't break is that of having a Signature Animal.

The four beta kids have a bunch of different things associated with them: the four elements, four items, four musical instruments. But the animals are practically integral to who they are as people and characters.

John's attachment to the bunny is obvious, and helps to spur on one of the most emotional scenes in the comic. (For him. Him specifically.)

It's also something deeply precious to him, as it's a gift from every single one of his friends in a very roundabout fashion!

For Rose, Jaspers is half the reason she decided to play the game in the first place. She missed her dead cat so dearly she was willing to play a game that might end the world for it.

(Pictured above, Rose lying about her feelings, water is wet.)

Dave seems to at least feel some affection for crows, or at least shame when he kills them.

And his fusing to become Davesprite is what allows him to survive as a "copy" of the original Dave. Once again, Dave's disaffected irony giving way to the necessity of becoming a furry to save the world.

And for Jade, of course, Bec.

And it's notable that, by the end of the comic, at least THREE of our main beta kids have merged with their animals, and, in a way, become the best versions of themselves.

Jade obviously gets to achieve her dream of becoming a furry, and in doing so gaining power and agency that she was always denied due to her position in the story.

Davepeta, as I stated in a previous post, is the true Final Form of Dave, the pawn that made it to the end of the board, the only surviving character from Homestuck's "original" timeline, and is truly happy with themselves.

And Jasprose appears to have fully hurled herself through the walls Rose put up around herself to protect her image, and thus absolutely mortifies Rose. She just seems to be having a great time.

Homestuck evolved from a story that was deeply cynical and mean-spirited about furrydom, to a story where three of our four starting protagonists, in their truest most powerful forms, combine the qualities of man and beast to achieve self-actualization. And to bring this back around to queerness, these three characters also happen to be canonically queer. So there's that.

This isn't even to get into how this might relate to Troll Lusii and the concept of "growing up" to be more like one's parent on a planet raised by animals, but that's for another day.

[chowadoe]

so more on that role reversal au...

Shadow (created as a Weapon Against Humanity) who was eventually raised, and exploited, by G.U.N to become Humanity's Ultimate weapon and Sonic, found by Robotnik

some more expanded thoughts below ^_^

SHADOW - G.U.N AGENT

Shadow was initially created with the intention of being a Weapon Against Humanity. after a life-altering incident, G.U.N. takes Shadow into their custody, raising him to become one of their top agents, exploiting him.

he's constantly under government surveillance... inhibitor rings (developed by G.U.N.) are clamped onto him like a shock collar so he is unable to tap into his full power. (Shadow has neither tested nor does he know the extent of his strength.. he has never tried removing them. G.U.N. is the only one who can remove them.)

the hypocritical method in wanting their weapon (cough trained dog) to exercise and develop restraint on his own terms, and yet forcefully acclimating him.

Shadow’s aware of his past. Definitely struggles with Existential dread about why he’s on Earth and what he was made for. he wants to (and feels like he should) do good, but if he was initially made with destructive intent… is he compensating this way? is this what he really wants? no.. he shouldn't think like that.. Maria would want him to be good..

If not to make the world the better a place, if they still treat his kind as inferior and sometimes, even a threat to the whole human race, does humanity and this planet still deserve its rite for redemption? What is humanity? Is that something he’s capable of, as a weapon of mass destruction?

what is he trying to prove here? His docility? His ability to be obedient and be, by human standards, good? what does that mean in a world that may never accept them, and much less him- a synthetic and all-unnatural organism forged from humanity’s worst and an alien race only capable of Evil and wrongdoing. a being so perfectly suited for any and all forms of persecution. Humankind’s scapegoat. He thinks about Maria.

Maria remains a guiding light. Back then, she would sneak Shadow out to gaze upon the Earth, her former home. She misses it, the lush greenery, the sun, the people. she hopes that Shadow will get to experience what it’s like.

au shadow is emo edgy in a sad wet adult 40yo cat leon kennedy kind of way. au sonic is emo edgy like a 14yo that found out you could buy a tattoo gun on amazon without a license. I know nothing about resident evil

when he's not on a mission, he's usually in his "room" (extremely generous word for containment chamber/training facility.) he's like a hamster in a cage with toys to play with . (treadmills. race tracks. dummy robots. Ak-47s.) He's allowed to freely roam HQ from hours 6am-10pm, and if not, he is usually escorted by a guard, unless its Rouge sneaking him out. But beyond that, it's not like the ultimate lifeform needs that much sleep, and it'd be bad to have their ultimate weapon roaming the halls without supervision. but let's say there's the occasional nocturnal scavenger providing him a bit of nightly mischief that even the most complicated most difficult to navigate ventilation system cannot keep a natural-born burrower out..... (haha)

SONIC - ACCOMPLICE

Robotnik’s “accomplice” (adoptive son?)

Sonic goes along with Robotnik’s schemes but has his own ulterior motives .. after all, working under someone is still infringing on his sense of freedom, independence, and pride.

He only rlly helps out Robotnik out if it helps him… robotnik makes some new tech that tickles his , esp if smth that happens to enhance his existing abilities. sure he’s more than capable of doing things on his own but what’s better than to play with his new toys with his already existing toys (GUN. shadow.)

and if he manages to break them in a day then he’s found an issue that robotnik needs to troubleshoot immediately. eggman should really be Thanking him!

his only known goal atm is to find things that stave off his boredom. from what Shadow's gathered at least. but maybe there's more...

has a very bad No Good Fixation on shadow's inhibitor rings for whatever reason. wonder that could mean.

Still fucking around with roles and nothing's rlly set in stone. Im just kind of giggling kicking rocks and throwing pebbles in the water to see what lands ^q^

Rouge is still there! A contractor for G.U.N. A Recovering/reformed Jewel thief who joins the task force (maybe?) 

the gang is also there! still brainstorming roles though. emrmmm

[ewreckedshin]

Aventurine x reader ~ cat cakes [caked up cat]

Description: Ruan Mei has been working on a special creation, one that can help her create a sentient life through... indirect means. She gifts one of these products to Aventurine, a wealthy buyer who purchased 3 of her normal cat cakes. Aka I've made yet another plot to insert cat-girl sex

WC: ~2k

Warnings: NSFW, mostly smut, honestly long overdue, tempted to buy the pajamas in that art just so I can pretend Aventurine is gonna spawn in my room at some point then I can give him the clothes to wear, unedited

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Head swirling after his encounter with Sparkle, Aventurine was not in the mood to answer the knock at his door

Nevertheless, he lazily swings open the door, masking his annoyance with a forged smile

It was a young delivery guy, who was so intimidated talking to Aventurine of the ten Stonehearts that he immediately set down the boxes and ran off after muttering a rushed introduction

Ruan Mei, the seller he bought from, had left him a note on one of the boxes

Dear Aventurine,

I am pleased that you have taken an interest in my experiments. For your multiple purchases, I have included an extra product in one of the boxes. This one is quite “special” as it is able to maintain a human form for certain activities. It is my gift to you, but you are also doing a service for me by testing out my newest experiment.

With gratitude,

Ruan Mei 

Shutting his door, he muses over the contents of the letter

He first unboxes the regular cat cakes, smiling at the irony in front of him

“Black cats, huh? Are you little ones going to balance out my great fortune?”

He then opens the special package…

To find nothing but you, another black cat nestled within a pastry case, blinking your eyes cutely at him 

“Don’t see what’s so different about this special product”

He gently lifts you out of the box, and you discover that his slim pretty fingers are calloused despite their manicured appearance

“Can you speak?” 

You sink your fluffy body into his hands, enjoying the feeling of dangling from a pretty boy’s arms.

“...Meooow.”

He shook his head, blond hair falling into his pretty eyes as he chuckled at his own question. “Of course you can’t, what a silly question.”

He fondly pets your head and scratches behind your ears, causing you to trill out musical purrs at the sensation

Aventurine collapses on his luxurious bed and scoops you onto his chest

You could hear a soft vibration in his chest as he spoke, making your small body buzz from the movement

“Sometimes it seems like the more luck I bring to myself, the worse the situation around me is. Almost as though there’s a limited amount of luck in this world and I’m taking it all for myself”

Curiously, you knead your paws into the silky material of his black pajamas

He simply stares at you with an empty smile on his face, a touch of something vulnerable underneath his practiced expression.

He closes his eyes and presses his forehead to your smaller furry one. Up close, you could see dark circles under his eyes. He was beautiful, despite his face being the picture of fatigue

“To be special…”

He trails off at the end of his sentence and loosens his embrace on your body

Soon the room was entirely silent save for the quiet breaths that escaped his parted lips

You stretch out your limbs and nimbly pull yourself out of your cake shell, stopping to stare at his closed eyelids. Cattish eyes followed the movement of his breaths and a subtle flutter of his lashes revealed something wet sliding down his cheeks

You wanted to call out to him, to just do something to console the sleeping man

Simultaneously, a familiar burning sensation spread within you, one that occurred whenever you were within proximity of a human for long enough

Almost as though it was nature’s alarm, reminding you of the reason for your creation

You nimbly pull yourself out of your cake shell and shift into your human form

Fully naked too (why would there be clothes?)

Aventurine lets out a small grunt from your sudden change in weight but remains asleep

Flipping yourself around, you sit your cute butt on his chest and crawl your upper body under the covers, hands clumsily fumbling around to find your target

You hear your destination before you realize it; as your fingers brush against a bulge, a muffled surprised gasp vibrates from his chest against your bare pussy 

The heat within you continues to grow as you squirm and squeeze your thighs around his shoulders to quell it. 

Your eyes tear from frustration when you’re unable to figure out the strange human contraption that blocked you from his waiting cock

You rest your head on his muscled thigh and mouth his clothed bulge, wishing that you weren’t so dumb and useless

Low moaning noises rose from the man behind you, which you were taught was a good sign 

You give his dick kitten licks and sloppily drool all over his expensive pants as you mimic sucking motions 

Subconsciously your hips buck into his chest, rubbing your slick into his heated skin above the unbuttoned part of his shirt

All the while your tears continue to fall from your face, feeling unfulfilled from not completing your purpose

You were so focused on your task that you failed to realize the man behind you had awoken

It wasn’t until you felt a hand roughly pulling your hair back that you squealed in surprise, teary eyes meeting an angry bright pink

“I knew it. Everything about that letter was weird.” 

You were resting awkwardly, limbs twisted as you stared up at him with wide, unsuspecting watery eyes. The room was silent as you held your breath out of fear of upsetting him

Too focused on the feeling of betrayal, Aventurine ignores your innocent pleading gaze and pins you to the headboard

“Don’t play dumb with me. What is your actual purpose here?” 

You nervously squirm in his hold, legs still wrapped around his waist. He’s glaring at you but you can see the flicker of his eyes from your face to your bare chest, as well as the still hard bulge pressing against your pussy

“I said,” he hisses. “State your purpose.”

Tears begin to fall from your face, afraid that you’ve let him down. He seemed slightly startled at your tears but didn’t remove the dirty look from his face. Why was he looking so angry even though he was displaying all the correct signs of arousal?

You try your best to decipher his sentences; you only know one word that a pretty brunette lady had mentioned multiple times while training you with various men

“Purpose” you echo his words, before shifting your hips and attempting to grind down on his dick. “Purpose…”

You hold his gaze, hoping to communicate with him through action

Despite his anger, Aventurine was a smart man and figured you must be referring to… explicit activities

“I see. So this is what she meant by ‘experiment…’” 

His eyes glaze over as you watch him get lost in his thoughts; of what this meant, what to do next

Displeased, you squeeze your bound arms out of his hold and grip his shoulders, whimpering as you press your sensitive pussy on his hardness

Aventurine felt conflicted; on the one hand, he disliked being deceived

On the other hand…

“Oh god,” he groans as your heat catches on the clothed tip of his dick

On the other hand, it had been a long time since he last felt the warmth of a woman, nevertheless one who was seemingly so eager to please him

But he knew this was wrong. This was an artificially made creature after all, not even a real person

Still he felt a twinge of sympathy for you as you probably had no choice in your behavior

And he knew what it was like to be in the unknown

He listens to the good of his conscience, gripping your plush thighs and pulling you onto his right thigh instead, ignoring the protest of his aching cock

Gesturing toward his thigh, he guides you to move your hips

“You can use any other part of me to satisfy yourself. I’ll… find some way to return you to your creator afterward”

He knew you couldn’t understand a word he said and if he were being honest with himself he was simply rambling to fill the space, poorly concealing the fact that his pretty eyes were glued to the movement of your wet pussy on his silk pants

Confused, you let out a soft cry and move to paw at his dick, only for him to firmly grasp your wrist and pull you back

You couldn’t understand why he was refusing to have you, this had never happened before

The soft cloth of his pants and firm muscle underneath provided enough friction to satisfy you temporarily

It wasn’t enough, but if it was all you could have…

You give up trying to reach for his cock and instead hump his thigh needily, mewling each time your clit pressed into the muscle of his thigh

Aventurine swallowed hard and nearly gave in as your pussy grinds a little too close to where he wanted it

He watches you with half-lidded eyes, and you swear that you see his eyes glowing for a moment

You let out several gasps in a row, eyes rolling back as you felt your climax approaching

A part of Aventurine wishes that you wouldn’t finish, that you would need his help and beg so that it was you who initiates instead of him

But you let out a few more gasps, and came undone on his hard thigh, pussy clenching around nothing as you catch his cock twitching against his pants out of your peripheral

Panting, you fell against his chest but tears continued to fall from your dissatisfaction

Your walls ached for something thick and hard to fill it, and in that moment it felt like nothing in the world mattered but to fulfill that desire

And in a way that was true, it was all you were made for

“Need…” you whimpered out, gesturing to his cock. You didn’t touch it in fear of being pushed away, instead you communicated your want through eye contact and a single word

Aventurine’s internal conflict had begun to boil, and your desperate pleas were the tipping point 

“Alright baby, alright. You can have me” He gives in, shakily pulling down his pants with one hand while the other keeps you steady on his lap

You nearly drool at the sight of his cock, flushed and painfully hard, slapping against his shirt

“Just this once, yea? Once and that’s all” His voice is all raspy now, attention solely focusing on getting his needy cock into your slobbering hole. 

It was you who couldn’t even speak human, so why did he feel like he was the one about to be fucked dumb? 

Your ears flatten against your head as you felt the tip of his cock against your pussy, and the stretch itself nearly has you crumbling in relief

He clenches his jaw, biting back an ungodly moan at the feeling of your tight gummy walls clenching around his sensitive tip like a vice. He holds still so as to not cum with just the tip in you

You however, were impatient and wanted his cock now. With one swift movement, you sink down on his shaft, a layer of cream and juices forming at the base of his cock where you two were connected

Unable to help himself, Aventurine lets go of the bruising bite he had on his lips and moans a depraved, desperate noise

All thought of how wrong this was left his mind, and all that was left was a persistent echo that told him to fuck into your squelching hole

You had a purpose and you were on the way to achieving that 

The next morning, Aventurine is sleeping soundly with you cuddled up against him when he hears a ding from his tablet

Hello gambler, this is Ruan Mei

I do hope that you are not too angry with the surprise. I’m guessing that you aren’t too disappointed though, as you looked like you could use the extra company. She is the first creature I have made for the purpose of procreation; most of my creations lack this need as they are lab-raised creatures who do not need this function. Feel free to return the product if you were unsatisfied with its… performance.

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Disclaimer:

This is my first fic so uh sorry if he’s OOC >.>

Idk how people work

Or real sex

I just know that I’ve read way too many depraved fics and I need to make my own \(; - ;)\

I swear as I was writing this my thoughts were entirely drawn from prior fics I read and they all just came together to write this horny draft. IT’S LIKE I’M AI

Anyways have a lovely day :)

[tinytalkingtina]

Fancy Falling Into You Here

Written for the August @steddiemicrofic prompt, using the word "plug" and 437 words.

437 words | Rating T | Ao3 link

On their first date, Steve and Eddie come to realize they had first met under much more embarrassing circumstances.

Tags: EMT Steve, Coffee shop owner/clumsy Eddie, first date, minor injuries (nothing described in detail), modern AU, embarrassment, BBC's Sherlock haunting all of us when plugging in our phones

Inspired by @dreamwatch for making me think of steddifying this post! Author's notes under the cut

"G-d damn BBC Sherlock," Eddie grumbled as he fumbled plugging his phone into its charging cable for a third time. "Stupid Benedict Cumberbatch and his weird attractive cheekbones." 

A snort from the couch reminded him he actually had company, oops.

Eddie gave his date a grin. "Sorry, I'd love to say that I'm normally as graceful as a swan or something, but as you've seen, unfortunately abject clumsiness is par for the course. It's a miracle my coffee shop's still standing."

It was fine. He could still salvage this and come off as less of a disgruntled sad wet cat man to Smooth Hottie with Glasses and That ButtTM of daily matcha latte with oat milk order fame. Still, Hottie (who went by "Steve", apparently) didn't really seem turned off by Eddie's whole deal. He just laughed.

"Oh, trust me, I've seen much worse. My first year as an EMT, we got a call to a college dorm. This unlucky dude fell off the top bunk and somehow broke both legs and an arm.”

Eddie froze, his quest to charge his phone completely forgotten.

“Plus the guy managed to down the shade on the way too, honestly it was an impressive amount of damage from a 4 foot drop," Steve continued on, oblivious. “One of the funniest calls me and my partner have gotten, and we once had to take care of someone who accidentally fell on a Buzz Lightyear toy and somehow got it stuck up their—you okay man?"

"I panicked and thought the cord would hold my weight." Eddie hid his face in his hands.

"Oh shit. You're 'broke all his bones man'?”

This was a nightmare. "Oh my G-d, I was so woozy. Please tell me I didn’t say anything weird.”

“You asked if I could ‘kiss your booboos better.’ Guess you’ve grown out your hair since?”

"I had to buzz it all off that semester because I had an Incident with some gum," Eddie groaned. "You can go now, I won't hold it against you."

He heard Steve slide closer. "And what makes you think your whole 'Bambi on ice' thing isn't working for me?"

Eddie cracked open an eye. "You sure about that?"

"Pretty sure," he said with a wink. "Plus, if you meet my friend Robin, she's known me since high school. Which means she unfortunately has photos of my braces years. You’re gonna have to stick around long enough to see em."

Eddie stared. Smooth Hottie still wanted him somehow? "Okay Big Boy, looks like I will." 

Steve smiled back. “Good. Now, lean back, I owe you a few kisses.”

Authors notes:

In case you weren't on Tumblr in the early-mid 2010's and remain blissfully unaware of BBC's Sherlock, please watch this clip to understand why Eddie is cursing Benedict Cumberbatch when he fails to plug in his phone fully sober

Eddie, Jeff, and Chrissy run a little coffee shop (complete with monthly open mic/karaoke nights) that EMTs Steve and Robin frequent. Not to worry, Robin will eventually meet her future wife Vickie at the shop after Vickie wins her heart with a rendition of "Before He Cheats."

Originally I had injured Eddie ask Steve about his biblically accurate angel form, but since I decided that Eddie's accident took place around 2010, and the angel meme only took off in 2020, I rewrote the line to be about kissing his booboos. Let's pretend this happens after a separate accident befalls Eddie (he'll be fine): Eddie: Ouch, I was out of it after they gave me the painkillers. I think I called you an angel? Steve: Yeah, you asked if my biblically accurate form had eyes as pretty as my human ones.

[dyns33]

Feeling rainy

Another Dream x female reader 

      “Honey, you look cloudy today. No, rainy."

     "I confirm, he is very rainy at the moment."

     "Matthew. Leave us."

     "Right away, boss. But I'm sick of being wet all the time when I fly in the Dreaming, thank you very much."

It had taken a little time, but during their relationship, Y/N had acquired several certainties about Morpheus, especially about his mood.

The master of nightmares was not very good at expressing his feelings. Mainly because he didn't always know them himself. Partly because he was stupid and not very good with people.

His emotions were like a storm inside him. And therefore, a storm inside the Dreaming, especially when he was nervous, angry or sad.

Happy or neutral sentiments were preferable, with the sky remaining blue, the sun lighting up the whole realm, and the wind seeming to sing melodies.

 Sometimes it was a little too hot, when he was in love and excited, but that was no big deal. Also, it never lasted very long.

Like the weather, Morpheus' mood was changing very quickly, and very easily.

And even though he was doing his best to hide his feelings behind a straight face, the Dreaming never left any doubt that something was bothering him.

     "Is it because of last night ?" Y/N asked calmly.

     "I don't wish to talk about it, love."

     "Not even to please me ? I don't like it when you rain, especially because of me."

     "... It's not because of you. I probably overreacted."

     "Kind of like always, darling, but that doesn't mean your feelings aren't valid. Do you want a hug ?"

     "... Maybe."

The tall, terrible prince of the stories certainly didn't like being seeing as weak, but when Dream was in Y/N's arms, he looked like a cat desperately trying not to purr with pleasure, totally at her mercy.

It wasn't a problem since they were alone, but dreams and nightmares guessed what was going on, as the clouds disappeared and a rainbow formed over their heads.

     "She has to cuddle him all the time."

     "Hush."

     "Merv is right. I may be his more or less emotional raven, but he clearly needs her as an emotional human."

     "Get out of my library."

All of this could have gone quite well, since Y/N had managed to decode the functioning of the Dreaming, and therefore of Dream, but sometimes he was visibly lost and upset by her emotions, not knowing how to help her, and beginning to feel them with her.

Which was not a good thing, for him, nor for his kingdom.

Y/N therefore asked for advice around her, knowing that it was useless to ask Morpheus directly. Morpheus never really answered questions. That being said, his subjects weren't necessarily better for it.

Lucienne, loyal intelligent Lucienne advised her to speak to the Lord, as communication was important, although she had to be careful how she wanted to express what she wanted to say, as the Lord could misunderstand things.

Merv and Matthew thought that they should say nothing and just cover him with kisses and compliments so that he would always be happy. Because everyone wanted him to be happy, and everyone loved rainbows.

The Corinthian had a different opinion.

     "You have to do exactly like him." he declared with three huge smiles.

     "What do you mean, like him ?"

     "You want to help him by doing anything so that he doesn't get overwhelmed by emotions ? So don't show any emotion yourself. Keep them inside, act neutral, use a monotonous voice, express your love with ridiculously complicated little sentences, and it will be perfect."

Normally, it would have been strongly discouraged to listen to a nightmare. But despite their bickering, the Corinthian was arguably one of the creations that knew Morpheus best, so Y/N thought it wasn't a bad idea.

After all, Dream was a bit like a sponge. Absorbing all the dreamers' hopes, fears, desires, emotions, and though he was a separate being who felt distinctly, he couldn't completely cut himself off from the rest of the world.

So it seemed logical that he was sometimes troubled by others, and therefore by Y/N, with whom he spent the most time.

It didn't cost much to imitate him. It wasn't necessarily easy, but she could do it, for him, so it wouldn't be rainy or stormy too often.

So she trained in front of a mirror, doing her best to remain impassive as she thought about a joke, her deceased grandfather, an adorable kitten, her boss whom she wanted to strangle, and lots of things that never left her indifferent.

Part of her had thought Morpheus wouldn't notice. Another hoped he would see it, that he would be happy, and that she could smile to herself.

While they were watching her favorite movie together, a funny scene played out and she didn't react. Then another, and another, until Y/N felt that Dream's attention was no longer on the screen, but on her.

     "My love, you seem distant."

     "Not at all. I'm enjoying a pleasant evening, with you." she said with a neutral tone.

     "... You didn't laugh. Would you like to see another movie ?"

     "No, I like this movie. You weren't laughing either, do you want to change ?"

     "I never laugh."

    "Because you're too melancholic to find aything funny ?"

     "... No. My laughter... I was informed that my laughter could be frightening."

Y/N then turned to him, and at that moment, she almost smiled, finding the revelation ridiculous and adorable,  wanting to hear that laughter that her lover was so ashamed of, out of curiosity, but above all to reassure him.

Except that for that, she would have to show emotions, and make him feel emotions, and the goal was to remain as neutral as possible, so Y/N forced herself to remain neutral, looking at him straight in the eyes so that he knew that she was serious, while looking for the right wording.

"I'm sure your laugh is sweet." was the best thing that came to her, patting Morpheus' hand, before watching the movie again.

There were many other moments like this, at the New Inn, at the park, in the Dreaming, and Y/N really thought that everything was fine, that she was doing a good job. The weather seemed calm, with a few distant clouds, but no storms in sight.

Still, there was something in Morpheus' eyes when he looked at her. Curiosity mixed with fear. She didn't dare tell him about it, thinking it was nothing, and he didn't tell her either.

Until Matthew came to visit her as she was getting ready to go to sleep.

     "I don't know if I should ask you to go to bed quickly, or advise you to stay awake."

     "Why ? What's going on ? Morpheus is in trouble ?!"

     "Uh... That depends. Is everything okay between you two ?"

     "Yes, perfectly fine. Why ?" she asked, suddenly worried.

     "I don't know. It's foggy at the moment. We've had a few rains, a few tornadoes, but Lucienne managed to calm it down. Except that... Hmm... I don't know if I should say it."

     "Matthew."

     "He thinks you don't love him anymore." sighed the raven, lowering his head.

The news hit Y/N straight to the heart. For a moment, she wondered how Dream could have come to such a conclusion. Then she remembered how Dream was, his difficulties in understanding people, emotions, and even if he himself didn't often show what he felt, he clearly needed others to show him.

For a month, Y/N thought to make him happy. For a month, Morpheus thought she wanted to leave him.

     "... This is a terrible misunderstanding."

     "Glad to hear that. Can you tell him, please ?"

Falling asleep when stressed might take a while, but Y/N needed to see Morpheus quickly, so she closed her eyes thinking hard about him, and she arrived on the balcony of his palace.

It was raining.

Obviously, Matthew had come to see her before Lucienne went to speak to her master.

Dream stood in the rain, motionless, watching his realm. He didn't move when she came close to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

     "I love you, you know that ?" she asked shyly.

     "I hope so."

     "In wanting to please you, I made a mistake. Your mood changes so easily, you can be so fragile, so sensitive."

     "I'm not fragile." he muttered, continuing to stare into the distance.

     "You are, but that's neither an insult nor the question. I thought... The Corinthian told me that if I don't show my emotions, I won't upset you with them and that you I would be happy. I wanted to help, really. Since you know that I love you, I imagined that it wouldn't change anything. It would be inside, like for you. Sorry."

Finally, Dream turned to her, looking surprised and solemn. He stared at her for a long time, before taking a deep breath.

     "I see. So you made several mistakes, indeed."

     "Dream..."

     "You listened to the Corinthian, a nightmare."

     "I know."

     "You thought it would be good for you to keep your emotions inside, like me. Knowing that my emotions are never really inside, but entirely outside, in the Dreaming, while you should keep your storms in your little heart."

     "I get it, I..."

     "And you believed that I would like you to deprive me of your smile. Of your laughter. That you hide your sadness from me, which I could erase with kisses. Your anger, which I could appease with poems. Your love, which I carry in my chest. All this to make me happy ?"

So Morpheus did something that Y/N hadn't imagined.

He laughed. 

And like he said, his laugh was a little scary. Inhuman. A sound that mortals weren't supposed to hear, that no one was supposed to hear. But he was laughing, and he was smiling, and he came over to kiss her, and Y/N thought she liked that sound a lot.

     "My love, your emotions, all your emotions, are my joy. Do not hide them from me."

     "Okay. But promise me you'll tell me when it's rainy, and why."

     "Very well."

     "And I was right, your laugh is very sweet."

     "Yeah, I guess love makes you blind and deaf."

     "Matthew. Leave us."

     "Yes, boss. Glad it's not raining anymore."

Indeed, the sun had returned as he spoke, a bright sun, and even if the weather could never be perfect, like their relationship, Y/N would do everything to make Morpheus as bright as possible.

[roguelov]

Okay now imagine Desire cursing Dream with a curse that turns him into his cat form for a month (Poor Morpheus and The Dreaming can’t catch a break lmao, Lucienne is like *sigh* not again) and sends him into the Waking World for that whole month. So that’s how Morpheus unfortunately found himself looking like a stray (unusually large) black cat walking around the city, which even more unfortunately caused him to be grabbed by pet control, which brought him to the animal shelter. And then Y/n, who really wants adopt a cat, sees Morpheus (in cat form) at the shelter and as soon as they make eye contact, she feels drawn to adopt this cat (I.e. Morpheus is her soulmate lmao), so she adopts this again, unusually huge cat (Morpheus) and brings him home. This would be like torture and heaven for Morpheus lmao, he’s with his soulmate, but stuck as a cat for a month. Y/n is babying him (as cat parents do), and gives him a super adorable name lol (one that Morpheus is like 🙄 lmao). Imagine Y/n’s surprise a month from now when there is a naked man in her bed in place of her precious cat ☠️

Hell fucking yessssss 😂

Just the idea alone of babying him and cooing at him has me giggling like nicknaming him fluffball and Dream is just internally ‘😑 please could you call me something else’. You call him your handsome man and he’s like ‘… that one is better’

Buying him toys and new collars and Dream turns his nose up but the moment you dangle one of those feathers on a stick he leaps and you immediately coo. He hates that you got him to play but also hearing you laugh makes his heart skip

Also trying to give him a bath? He accepts it but he looks so sad with all his fur dripping wet and you snicker and say ‘you’re not so big you’re just all fur’. And Dream just huffs looking away

Not Dream cuddling up to you at night like sleeping beside your head curled up on your pillow with you and sometimes he’ll wake up first to admire you

But the day he’s Dream again, you roll over in bed and are face to face with him. You think about screaming but nothing comes out because this has to be some sort of strange nightmare. When Dream wakes up he realizes he’s human again (but so very very naked). He tries to greet you but you scramble out of bed hiding in your bathroom, cue a long explanation and an apology from him. Yet this becomes the funniest moment in your relationship that you both look back on fondly

(Also I know one of my lovely wives @honeybeezgobzzzzz did a story somewhat similar of poor meowpheus)

[koji-haru]

Time Travel AU Part: 7

Adam felt himself stirring awake. There was a presence near him. Close, but far enough not to touch, just kind of observing him. His first thought was Amora. The jaguar tended to always stick with him, especially since the whole Lucifer and Lilith debacle. If not beside him, she’d always be in his peripheral, seemingly on a lookout. Sometimes, she’d even usher the other animals away if there were too many of them. She was quite a protective girl. Honestly, Amora reminds Adam of his exorcists, overwhelmingly loyal, protective, and totally badass. 

A shadow loomed over Adam. Did Amora move closer? Adam knew what was coming next. Multiple licks to his face. Amora had a habit of ‘grooming’ him in the morning to get him to start the day. He supposed it was time to wake up, though he would’ve rather stayed in longer. But instead of the expected rough texture of a cat’s tongue and saliva on his face, he felt a finger. Delicate fingers poked his nose, cheeks, eyelids. Gentle yet very curious. 

Adam opened his eyes. Lustrous gold met ocean blue. Thick waves of red hung above him as it framed an innocent speckled face looking down at him. The rays of sunlight that managed to seep through the foliage wrapped around her, mimicking the glow of a halo. Her eyes widened as she let out a small gasp, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Eve!” Another voice not too far away called out.

Eve sat up as she turned her attention to Sera’s quickly approaching form. Adam followed suit but remained quiet, still astonished by Eve’s sudden appearance. He almost couldn’t believe it, seeing Eve again, if not for the fact that he had been living in paradise for almost a year now. 

“Eve, please do not run off like that on your own again,” Sera said, a little reproachful, once she finally caught up with Eve. But once she saw the innocent joy in Eve’s bright eyes, well she couldn’t really bring herself to say anything more. 

“Sera!,” Eve beamed excitedly at the High Seraphim, her hands gesturing wildly, still unsure how to express herself properly. “Is he going to be my husband? He’s so..so..!,” she stammered, unable to find the right words. She turned to look at Adam once again. “..perfect..,” she finally said, her cheeks turning a little pink.

Sera moved closer towards both Adam and Eve, a gentle smile on her lips. Placing her hand on Eve’s shoulder, she addressed the first man, “Adam, this is Eve, your new wife. You are to care for her and love her as you show her the workings of the garden.” Turning to Eve she continued, “And Eve, as his wife, you are to-” but was cut off by the sight of Adam. 

Adam wanted to reach out, to touch Eve, to make sure that she was real. To feel her soft, fluffy hair. To touch her yet unmarred skin. To hear her energetic voice. He knew she was being made, that she was going to be in the garden soon, in fact he was awaiting her arrival. And yet, now that she was in front of him, he didn’t know what to do with himself. His partner in crime, through the good times and the bad times. The one who always helped him up whenever he was stuck in a pit. The one who started humanity with him. He hadn’t seen her since… since his last life on Earth. He passed before her, and he waited in Heaven for her, for hundreds and hundreds of years. Some of their children passed through the golden gates, and yet she didn’t. The first time he visited Hell, he immediately searched for her. Someone of her origins surely must’ve some sort of presence, even in Hell. Once again, he found no trace of her. Sera and the council told him that she was ‘lost’, whatever that meant, and that he should move on already. And just like that, everyone moved on. Adam had long accepted that he would never see her again, and yet she was here, in front of him, in all her innocence. 

Adam wasn’t sure how long he had been just sitting there, but his vision started to blur and he felt wetness on his cheeks. “Fuck. Shit- I- I’m no sissy. Ugh,” he tried to quickly rub the tears away, but it seemed like it just wouldn’t stop.

“Adam? What’s the matter?,” Sera reached out, careful hands cupping his face.

“N-nothing. I’m just happy,” he smiled softly, not needing to lie this time. 

“He must’ve felt so lonely,” Sera gave a sad smile, oh her tender heart. 

It took them a while to make Eve, they needed to make sure she wouldn’t turn out like Lilith had, but when Michael told them how Adam made drawings of a supposed ideal partner and how he seemed lonely, well they had to speed up the process a little bit. Looking at his happy tears, Sera was glad that they hurried up a little.

After finally drying his eyes up a bit, Adam turned to Eve, a warm smile on his lips and nostalgia in his eyes, “It’s nice to meet you Eve.”

—-

Lucifer and Lilith both stood at the entrance of the garden. Lucifer could no longer teleport or create a portal directly into Eden, he lost that privilege as soon as they were both banished. He carefully placed his palm on the barrier protecting the garden from the rest of the world. 

“As I thought, I’m blocked off. I’ve got an idea though.”

Lucifer closed his eyes, focusing on his angelic spirit, feeling the nature of it, its characteristics and elements that made it him, the Morningstar, creativity and freedom. Then he thought of another’s, one similar to him, one made from the same star dust, and then he moulded his spirit to mimic it. One that is stern and just. Law abiding and protective. He felt the changes, a frown forming on his lips. He didn’t like this, to use a cover to hide his true self, especially one that was so very unlike him, but this was the best choice. The garden should be familiar with this presence, and might allow him to bypass the barrier.

Lucifer took a deep breath, “Well, here goes nothing.”

He closed his eyes as his hand easily passed through the barrier, granting him access. Still, he remained at the spot, waiting for Heaven to strike him down. A moment passed, and nothing happened. All he felt were the familiar warm rays of sun and the cool breeze on his hand from the other side of the garden’s entrance. He eagerly turned towards Lilith, a proud look on his face.

“I think I can sneak in.”

Lilith walked closer to the angel, the smile on her face mirrored his proud one. She didn’t doubt for even a moment that he could do it, he was, afterall, the angel of creation. Still, he was only one against many, and she couldn’t help but feel worry for her beloved. 

She placed her hand on his cheek and held him tenderly, “I knew you could do it, but please, do be careful. Maybe change your form into something smaller, one that could easily slip by and hide.”

Lucifer knew he wouldn’t be in real danger, sure Heaven might strike him down, but the damage wouldn’t be so severe he couldn’t recover immediately, he might lose a few more privileges but that would be it. Heaven was strict and disciplinary, but not cruel. A testament to this was them allowing him to keep his angelic abilities despite taking Lilith for himself. He was banished, but not left without tools to fend for himself and the first woman. Still, he wouldn’t want to be caught in the first place, and he wanted to ease Lilith’s worries.

He grabbed Lilith’s hand from his cheek and placed them on his lips, his eyes never leaving hers, “Don’t worry, I’ll be very careful.”

Seeing some worry leave Lilith, Lucifer let go of her hand, and giving her a final assuring look, he entered the garden fully.

—-

Lucifer slithered between the grass, and the rocks, and fallen branches trying to look for a sign of the first man. He had transformed into a white snake, having decided to stick on lower ground for now, not wanting to attract Heaven’s attention as he navigated through the garden. Then something caught his attention. Soft murmurs, and playful laughter. A pair of voices, a man’s and a woman’s. Lucifer crept along the branches of a tree nearby, trying to identify the source of the sounds. In the distance he saw Adam sitting on the grass, the jaguar who always seemed to be beside him on one side, and on the other side an unfamiliar woman. Her bright red hair and exuberant energy stood out in the calm greenery. She seemed to be human.

“Did they already make Adam a new wife?”

But that wasn’t what really surprised the angel. In front of him was Adam with his new wife, feeding her different kinds of fruits with this smile on his face that for once seemed to genuinely exude happiness and warmth. Adam the first man, who has only ever been arrogant and controlling, always wanting things to go his way only and has never been sweet to his first wife, Lilith, was now behaving in ways he never thought he would. What was happening here?

 

Something was definitely odd with the first man. Lucifer would pay more attention this time. Take notes of the random changes in his behaviour, and when he would have enough, he’d present them to Heaven, where they would have to monitor him closer and hopefully catch him in the act. Yeah, that would be a good start.

Part 6

Part 8

[aroaceleovaldez]

I need to see more demigods who bite. Like jason totally feels the need to bite stuff, and leo half-jokingly suggests getting him a chew toy (like a dog). Nico absolutely bites to show affection, (maybe not willy nilly like jason but still) like just randomly biting people he's close with shoulders or hands because he just loves them so much (jason both bite to express affection and stim)

Anyways petition to normalize neurodivergent people who bite as a form of expressing affection or stimming.

oh absolutely. I actually have a tier list of "which of the Argo II crew & co are most likely to bite:"

Jason gnaws on people to show affection. He is extremely "Everything I love belongs in my mouth and everything I hate belongs between my teeth." He mostly stopped doing it for awhile cause of the whole "being trained to be the Perfect Praetor™" and having to mask a lot more, but he picked it up again a bit when he and Reyna became friends cause she didn't care and then more with the Argo II crew. He definitely hoards chewlery. He also definitely bit Krios real bad when they were fighting, if not outright killed him with his teeth.

Nico is a younger sibling. He has no qualms against biting in fights, any fight, but he does associate biting with fights. Jason tries to friendly-bite him one time and Nico just takes it as declaration of war and they end up tussling for like five minutes. After he gets used to Jason though he picks it up a bit too, mostly just chewing on people's hands. Also I 100% hc that when he was in Tartarus he just went full teeth-and-claws mode to survive. Honestly he bites more in regular combat and even training than Jason does, mostly just cause he's not above fighting dirty. If it works, it works. Also I hc he has sharp canines and is small so he might as well.

Frank's third but only on technicality cause shapeshifting. When he's human he's pretty much equal level to everybody else which is "only bites as a last resort."

Everybody else is pretty on-par with each other but Percy is probably just sliiightly more likely to bite not for any particular reason, he just considers it a valid fight tactic in a pinch (unlike Nico, who just considers it a general fight tactic). Also he got the oral stim adhd vibes. He has a lot of chewlery. They're all sea-themed, of course. Thalia is also pretty equal to Percy in terms of "biting as a valid fighting tactic."

Annabeth is also like. She's less likely to bite than Percy but more likely to than the rest of the crew. It's just a valid battle tactic under certain scenarios to her (and that includes training). She does consider it a low-blow though. She's also definitely got the oral stim adhd too. Lots of chewlery, rip her pencils and pens, etc etc. Her and Percy probably have a shared chewlery collection.

Piper is not the bitey type but she does have little to no formal combat training so yknow, wet cat technique. I do also totally believe she'd also have a chewing stim though. Like yknow how I draw her with the little braid sidebangs? Yeah she definitely chews on those and that's part of why she wears her hair like that. The other reason is that braiding it is one of her other stims.

[xxelleswrittingxx]

A Curious Predator Part 2

Warnings: non-con, avatar x fem!human smut

Part 1

Hours had passed and the eclipse moved overhead out of sight. Soft light emerged through the leaves and cast warmth onto your cooled skin, the heavy humidity finally hit its precipice to fall as a soft mist. It woke you from your heavy slumber and weighty limbs moved you to an upright position.

Neytiri had not slept a wink. The heat inside of her developed into an exciting buzz that kept her on her toes, waiting for any movement from you. Her mind ran through possible scenarios to come: you willingly giving in, being scared but still doing as she says or even fighting back. None of these worried her because she knew that no matter what, she would have you.

Her upright ears twitched forward to follow your new movements and a small grin made its way to her lips. You had awoken.

Memories of the evening before slammed back into your mind and you immediately started checking yourself and the surroundings for any danger. Things seemed to be clear and nothing had gotten you in your sleep. Relief washed through your tense body and plans for finding your way back to the team formed.

You emerged from your grove of tree roots to begin the long walk back to where the team first landed, or at least until you were back in range of the other com-calls. Soft chirps and the drizzle of rain became music to your ears during the trek. Unknown to you Neytiri followed above, her movements less graceful than they were before. Now they were more aggressive...crouching and crawling her way through the trees. The hormones surging through her body transformed her into a different being. Years of training lost, she forgot how to move unnoticed.

You could hear it above you. Something had found you and decided that you were it's next meal. The heavy thumping of your combat boots picked up alongside your heart rate. You changed your course and zig-zagged through large shrubs, under massive leaves, and over moss covered rocks.

The development of your leisurely pace to a slight jog had only excited her more. Senses amplified, Neytiri could smell you through the rain. She could feel your heartbeat pumping in her ears. Your fear in her stomach.

You halted to a stop. Where were you going? You know you could never outrun any of Pandora's wildlife, your only hope was to find your team but you strayed far from the path a long time ago. Y/E/C orbs scanned the surrounding area, searching for something unknown. Maybe the path back? But more likely, the thing that was following you.

A blue figure was crouching on a branch high above the ground across from you. A new fear dawned through your body, and it moved you before your brain could tell it to. Your feet fled in the opposite direction and all you could think about was getting away.

A frenzy had started.

Neytiri lept up and ran across the tree limbs before her. She quickly gained on you and eventually ahead of you to where she could drop down to the wet grass.

~

The rain beat down across your face and your feet slipped through mud, but that never stopped you. The giant Na'vi that dropped down in front of you did.

A scream ripped out of your throat and you fell back.

The alien before you crouched down and glared hard into your eyes. You had never met a real native before, so to suddenly have the unique being before you had left you shocked.

The powerful and lean limbs stretched on and on... distinct stripes painted across them. Big yellow cat eyes stared.

Fear still burned deep inside you.

You slowly started to crawl backwards... and the woman mirrored the movement to cawl after you.

"Please, I mean no harm!"

Neytiri tisked at the first words you spoke to her.

"I'm only trying to find my way back." Your voice wavered out.

"I do not care..." Was spit out in return. Her scrutinizing gaze burned all over you, taking in every detail that stood out to her.

Your mind raced with any possible way to get out of this situation, but it kept short-circuiting, once an idea popped up it ran blank with the fear and danger hovering in front of you. "I'll do anything! Just, please, don't hurt me!" Begging is the only thing making sense to your rushed mind right now.

"Hm, I know you will," Neytiri said with a blank look. She only cared about the burning heat between her thighs, and the delicious scent you put off, like the sweetest fruit Pandora had to offer mixed with fear and tears. She couldn't get enough of it.

And this is what brought her closer to you, her bow now taken off of her back and pointed down to your throat. The tip of it tilted your chin up, your view of the Na'vi was wavered with tears, but you couldn't ignore the beauty in front of you. She slowly leaned down over you.

"You will not move, or I will kill you. Understand?"

"Yes!"

This answer seemed to satisfy her, for she paused in thought, staring at you as if to read your expression and see if you were lying or not.

She threw her bow aside into the damp flora. She had decided to believe you, besides if you did try anything she knew that you were no match for her. So she watched your small body lay in the mud and tried to decide what to do with you.

Neytiri dropped to her hands and knees above you, a small 'rah!' slipped her lips, her aggression getting the best of her. You flinched at the sudden movement and sound, your reaction seemed to satisfy her. She dipped her nose down to your neck and sniffed hard, taking in your intoxicating scent. It soothed her, but at the same time made the fire burn hotter.

She sat up above your body and tried to figure out what to do with your annoying clothing, pulling the knife from her hip, she grabbed the front of your T-shirt and sliced the cotton.

You gasped at the brutal action, "W-what are you doing?"

"Removing your clothing." She ripped your bra next.

"Stop!" Your hands covered your chest, trying to save your modesty.

But Neytiri did not like this, "What did I tell you!" She hissed in your face and brought both of your wrists above your head with her one hand. "You are MINE." How could you not understand this? You were really starting to frustrate her...

Your shorts and underwear were next. She crawled down the length of your body and pried your legs apart, kneeling between them she took a deep breath in of your heat, "Wait! Not there!" your pleas fell on deaf ears and she delved into you, drinking in anything you had to give her. She had to have a taste of you before starting.

You couldn't believe it, the way it felt, you were supposed to be yelling but only moans escaped your throat. Your face burned in shame. Your hips bucked in pleasure. The hands held by her grasp escaped and tried to push her head away. Show growled into you and held them down by your sides.

Bold licks lapped through your folds. Neytiri slurped every juice up. She loved the sounds you made, especially the pleas to stop. They were amusing, you both knew she wouldn't, and that deep down you didn't want her to.

Your clit throbbed against the wet heat of her mouth and your walls tightened around nothing. 'No, no, no. Don't cum...' your thoughts screamed out, but your body would do what it wanted. And it did. Hard.

Your cum squirted into Neytiris' mouth and she swallowed everything. Your body thrashed under her hold, but it didn't budge her, if anything it spurred her on. Her mouth stayed attached until you went limp in the mud.

She stood up and started to undo her top, letting it drop, her bottoms followed next.

Your body shook with the aftermath of her. The sight of Neytiri undressing brought a new bolt of fear through your body and you turned over to crawl away. To nobody's shock, she grabbed your ankle and dragged you back over to her.

"Now, now little one, we are not done." She finally smiled during the interaction. Her large hands grasped you around your waist, and she laid back to bring you above her, your legs scissoring between hers. Your weight pressed your wet heat against her own and you both gasped out at the contact.

Finally, Neytiri was getting what she needed. Her large hands covered the expanse of your torso and she used them to guide your body. Rutting your hips down onto her own, she used you to pleasure herself.

You could feel her wetness seeping between your thighs, sticking you two together with her need. Wet squelches came from you both and you looked down at the blue woman, her eyes squeezed shut, jaw dropped and ears pointed back... God, she was beautiful. Unknown to yourself, your hips started to move on their own accord, your hands pressed down onto Neytiris' hard stomach.

It felt too good, you couldn't help it, you might as well give in...

NO! You were supposed to be scared, disgusted, and revolted. But your mind kept getting caught up in the sight below you. Her mound was glistening with slick, your's and her's mixed together, you kept getting a peek of it every time she brought your hips back and forward. Dark blue folds molded with your own... and you loved it.

Neytiri could feel her orgasm coming up on her quick. Her little toy felt so good against her, it was exactly what she needed. Little 'ah ah ah's were slipping from her mouth and she couldn't bring herself to care. The lean muscles of her body tensed tight and the pleasure bowed her back. With a low whine, Neytiri came long and intense under you,

You thought it was coming to an end as her rutting slowed down but it never stopped. Of course it wasn't over! She was in heat and this meant that she wasn't stopping until she was satisfied, and from previous experience, she wasn't done until she just about passed out.

Your clit started to throb again. It was coming back and you had to try to hold it off. To distract your mind you stared down at Neytiri's tits, Her small buds shook with every thrust and your mouth watered...

Fuck it.

You leaned forward and took one into your mouth. Neytiri let out a strangled moan and brought a large hand to your head to push you closer to her.

You sucked, nipped, and bit at her until they were swollen and raw. Yet, this still only distracted you for a little while. Your pussy was clenching hard, and before you could pull away from her chest your orgasm washed over you. Your face scrunched up in pleasure and you pulled the woman below you closer. Hips bucking hard against her own.

God this felt so fucking good.

Neytiri chuckled at the little human lying on top of her. So you finally gave in to her? It was faster than she had anticipated, but she wasn't going to complain. She loved to watch you hump yourself above her. Maybe she would have to keep you around. Her own little toy she could play with whenever she wanted.

~

AN: Omg this took forever to write, I'm so sorry to anybody that wanted the second part. Anyways hope you liked it! feedback is always appreciated :)

[bachissidehoe]

𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 [𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲!𝗔𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝘅 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝘆𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗱!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿]

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗮 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿

𝘄.𝗰. 𝟮𝟬𝟲𝟲

Y/n has been told countless times that the longer she resists her heats, the more intense they’ll become. Hybrids are still a fairly new species to enter the living world (they’ve existed of course, but have been hidden from civilization), so there still isn’t enough research to understand how they’re biologically different from humans, and how to treat them.

One of these blatant phenomena that are not well understood are, in fact, their heats. The only thing y/n can do since she started getting them is listen to the advice of other hybrids- no medications, no treatments, the only options she has are to find someone to help her take care of it, or to tough it out. For years, her choice had been to tough it out.

After all, what else is she supposed to do? Though hybrids have joined civilization, they aren’t exactly well understood or accepted. Plus, only female hybrids exist, so it’s not like y/n can proposition a male of her kind to help her relieve some of these symptoms.

And fuck, the symptoms. Instability, heavy breathing, the throbbing in her thighs and lower region, constant arousal, headaches, trouble eating and sleeping- the list goes on. With every heat, it’s gotten more intense, demanding of her attention, and much longer. At first, it would only be bad for a couple of hours, but now, it’s been days of suffering. Closing in on a week. It’s getting more and more impossible to wait it out in her room alone. Nothing helps, nothing even provides a few minutes of relief anymore.

Which is where she finds herself now, mindlessly wandering through back alleys in the pouring rain, hoping that some form of fresh air, a sensation that isn’t just an overwhelming desire to be bred, will be enough to convince her body that it’s done with this and just give up.

But then what? What about next time it happens?

“Ughhhh…” she sighs, groaning at the muddy path as she shakily walks. Her long, usually fluffy cat tail hangs between her legs, soaking wet. In fact, her entire body is soaked from ear to toe, almost matching the way her panties have felt all week.

Her catlike reflexes are slowed, so slowed that she can’t even react in time when she feels the presence of another person creeping closer to her. Her soppy cat ears twitch, but she can’t react at all, only turning her head in time to see a pair of glowing red eyes charging toward her, forcing her into the back of a building at top speed.

She can’t fight, not in this state. She can only mewl and whine, taking in the choppy, blurry scene of a figure- a man- towering over her, forcing her head to the side as he holds her frail body against the brick wall, his sharp fangs jutting out from his open mouth.

Actually, this isn’t a man at all. This is a vampire.

In that moment, y/n ponders the idea that it won’t be so bad to die, as long as he kills her instead of turning her into a vampire herself. Who knows if she’ll still be in heat as a vampire, she’d rather die than continue to experience this.

But in the immediate next moment, she feels just a slight touch from the prominent bulge in the vampire’s pants pressed against her body, enough to send a shiver down her spine. That sensation is enough for her brain to conjure up a different perspective. She needs it. More than life, more than death.

“Wait! Vampire-“ she whines, making a brief attempt to struggle as she sees his sharp teeth closing in on her. It’s dark out, but those eyes of his nearly blind her. “Please- I can offer you my blood, don’t kill me!” She rushes through the words, hoping it gives her enough time.

To her surprise, the vampire pulls his head back, but doesn’t release his grip on her. His legs still hold her in place, which means that bulge in his crotch does too.

She gulps. “I can give you my blood- whenever you want!”

It’s well known that vampires struggle to keep a healthy supply of blood, forcing them to often kill for it instead. Some vampires hire blood donors, but human donors tend not to be able to keep up with the demands, meaning they often end up dying as well. Hybrids, however, don’t have that problem, as they’re often much stronger and capable than humans. To vampires, hybrid blood is the most valuable.

“I just ask- that you don’t kill me. Please, fuck me instead and you can drink from me whenever you want!” She whines.

The vampire pauses. “What.” He says, his glowing eyes fading into a gray color, his fangs disappearing back into his mouth.

Apparently, her request was shocking enough that the vampire lost his hostility.

“I’ll live with you, I’ll, mmmh~” she moans, his body against hers still causing her heat symptoms to reach overdrive. “I just need it so bad, please.” She begs.

“Oh. I see.” The vampire holds his position. “You’re a hybrid. What a good find.”

Vampires and hybrids don’t often encounter each other, especially since vampires operate at night, while hybrids operate during the day. It’s quite rare for a hybrid like y/n to be exploring the dangerous city streets at night.

“Please, fuck me, and I’ll let you drink however-“

“Shh.” The vampire places a finger over her mouth. Another shock wave radiates through her body. “You know how loud you’re being?” He scolds her.

Now that her cat eyes have adjusted to the darkness, she can fully process that this vampire- is gorgeous. A young man with long black hair, silver at the ends, wearing a long black trench coat. And his body, his hands- she can’t help but writhe against him, her hips jutting into him on their own.

“I need~” She whines, quieter this time, pathetically pleading with him to at least consider her proposition.

“Come with me.” He turns around, completely releasing contact, much to y/n’s dismay. And he starts walking away, his hands behind his back.

She stands, confused.

“I said, follow me.” He says again, more sternly this time.

“O-okay.” She obeys, shakily walking behind him like a prisoner, her legs trodding through the mud even though at this point it’s hard for her to walk at all.

She follows him to a mansion, her entire body trembling and shaking the entire walk there. All the while, she missed his touch. The only thing she could think about was how beautiful he is, how badly she wants him to touch her again.

“You are in heat so bad I’m surprised I couldn’t smell it over the rain. No wonder I subconsciously ended up in that very spot.” He speaks, leading her into a large bedroom. But he sounds like he’s just talking to himself.

“Thank you for not killing me, um, sir-“

“It’s Akutagawa.”

“Akutagawa.” She repeats, her soaking wet clothes still sloshing as she rocks back and forth. It’s enough for her tired body to even stand at this point.

“Now, you needed something from me?” He asks stepping toward her again.

His voice sounds angry, perhaps he brought her here to kill her after all.

“Um…”

“Something about me taking your blood as long as I- hm what was it?”

Y/n swears she can see the beginnings of a smirk on his lips.

“Fuck me.” She says.

“Oh, right, that was it.” He lunges forward, using his speed to push her into the bed before she even realizes. And in seconds, her wet clothes are discarded off to the side. “You’re actually a pretty kitty.” He says, sliding her panties down her thighs.

“Please~” She whines again. She can feel the juices coating her thighs, the cool air of the room making it even more obvious to her how badly she needs him.

“Needy kitty.” He slides a pale finger between her thighs, swiping through the wetness.

“Ah~!” She yelps, her body writhing from only a touch.

He stands back up, leaving her whining and pleading with a flush across her cheeks.

“Win-win for me. I’ll accept your proposition.” He sounds like he’s annoyed about it, like it’s such a hassle for him. But he undresses anyway, peeling his wet clothes off his body to reveal his gorgeous figure- and his hard, thick cock.

No wonder y/n could feel his soft bulge so prominently against that wall. She gulps.

Before she can process it, Akutagawa lurches forward, easily handling her weak body like she’s just a doll. She may as well be- she would be for him.

“That’s it, you’ll sit right here.” He coaxes her onto his needy cock, her back pressed against his pale chest.

She can’t help but moan aloud, nearly screaming from the relief washing over her.

“Quiet, cat.” He wraps his arm around her, covering her mouth with his hand, forcing her to mumble to herself as she slides down onto his thick shaft.

Her eyes roll back into her head, her breaths choppy as she chokes on her own moans. It’s like her body was created for this vampire, the way she molds her walls to the shape of his cock.

He uses his forceful hand over her mouth to tilt her head to the side, unapologetically plunging his fangs deep into her neck.

She whines, it hurts. But it hurts good.

Blood trickles down her shoulder and chest as he drinks his fill, letting her rock her hips into his twitching cock. Her ears remain limp against her hair, her soft tail resting against his chest as if she can trust him. But it’s too good, he’s filling her and taking from her at the same time.

Her mind goes blank as her vision gets blurry, light spots cascading through her sight as she holds onto consciousness. She can hear him sucking her neck, the gory sounds of her blood squishing, the beautiful noises of him swallowing gulp after gulp, his hot breath tickling her open wounds.

“Ah, mmmh~ !” She’s suddenly overcome with a different kind of pleasure the aphrodisiac of his teeth plunged through her skin finally overwhelming her senses. Her soaking pussy squeezes around him, flooding his shaft with her fluids as she cums, hard.

Her writhing causes him to cut her deeper, his teeth sliding through her skin, her blood splattering onto the sheets.

She shakes, her body unable to stay upright as the blood continues to spill, almost too much for her to remain conscious.

He finally releases his teeth, removing his hand from her mouth to place both on her hips. Blood covers his face and chin, but he peppers light kisses on her back anyway, leaving bloody little lip marks all over her.

“Gonna~” He grunts, sliding her barely conscious body up and down his twitching shaft. “Feel so much better…” He moans, her blood in his system making him even more powerful.

He can fuck her even harder now that he’s had his fill, bouncing her with a speed that may split her body in two.

She lets out repeated gasps, her eyes blurred with tears as she continues to fight for consciousness. She can only mewl and whine incoherent cat noises while he relentlessly pounds into her.

“Fuck-“ He spits, suddenly filling her tight little hole with a thick load of his white hot cum.

She feels instant relief, the feeling of being so full sending her hurdling toward a second orgasm herself, the feeling taking over her entire body.

And everything goes dark.

+++++

“Cat. You’re awake.” Akutagawa finally rips her out of her unconscious state. “Good. Thought I killed you.”

She blinks a few times, noticing she’s still on that same bed, lying comfortably on her back with a clean blanket over her still naked body.

“I cleaned you up. But you lost a lot of blood, so we’ll have to work on that.” He hovers over her, a few specs of blood still seen decorating the corners of his lips.

She grumbles. She feels so much better. “I can stay?” She rasps.

He nods. “Don’t get upset if I accidentally kill you.”

That statement should terrify her, but instead, her heart lurches with excitement.

[gabessquishytum]

Johanna is a catpeople rights activist. So many humans treat them as their property and sex toys, but catpeople have feelings. Jo is appalled by this whole situation, and she does what she can to find foster homes and, eventually, new (good!) owners for catpeople in trouble. When she learns about catboy!Dream, it's an emergency. Dream attacked his owner, Roderick Burgess. Burgess was emotionally and physically abusive, but the law is not on Dream's side - if no one volunteers to take him in and work on his 'socialization,' he's about to be put down. They're already running out of time - since Burgess is severely injured (maybe he has his eyes clawed out?), it is ruled that Dream is highly dangerous and has only a few hours left to live. Johanna won't let anything happen to this traumatized catboy. Not on her watch! She already has a foster catgirl at home, Rachel, and she can't take another because Rachel needs much care and attention (they also might be heading somewhere romantically, so Jo doesn't want to fuck it up by bringing another catperson onto her territory), so Johanna asks her bff for a favor. Hob Gadling is well off financially, can take a vacation without notice because he is a business owner, and he's naturally friendly. Also, he lives alone - no human or cat partner in the picture. He's not very delighted with the prospect of taking Dream in at first, but Johanna really insists. So they come to pick Dream up and see him in a dire condition: bruised, injured, and malnourished, he hisses at everyone who even tries to come close to his cage. A cage?? Hob has never been involved with catpeople before, and activism has been entirely Johanna's shtick, but he quickly realizes how blind he's been. Hob organizes the best medical care for him, orders all the decent books on catpeople to educate himself, and buys all the stuff Dream might need. Dream is stunning and very clever, and his previous owner obviously was a sadistic prick. Hob wishes he could claw the fucker's eyes out himself when he sees the extent of Dream's injuries and starvation. Dream is very tense and afraid at first, but as time goes by, and Hob treats him like a person, he starts to hope that maybe he's found not only his forever home but also someone to love him this time.

New catperson owner Hob treating Dream just like he's a person - a person who deserves respect, personal space and love!!! When he goes to buy new catperson stuff for Dream, he's kind of disgusted by the fact that it's all spiked collars and wet food. Hob hates it. He walks right out the store and just goes to the normal shop instead. He gets nice comfy clothes, bedding, proper food with lots of protein. He organises a proper bathing and toileting situation for Dream in his own bathroom which Hob only goes inside to clean. Just decent stuff that any sentient being deserves.

Dream doesn't know what to make of it at first. He's gone from being moments away from being euthanized, to being allowed to just kinda... do what he wants?? He has privacy, good food, healthcare, and very pleasant company in the form of Hob. Because Hob is so kind. He takes care of Dream’s injuries and nurses him through the initial stages of refeeding. He lets Dream snuggle up to him under 3 blankets because he's so cold, still shivering sometimes. He never makes Dream do anything (except take his medication, which is very important), but he doesn't ignore him either. Dream has to wonder - is this what it's like to have a friend?

Dream recovers slowly, but he does gradually start to thrive. He wears comfy shorts and big hoodies, and takes long naps in the sun that pours through the window in the bedroom every morning. He eats fresh food that Hob gets at the market every day. He's finally learned to read! Sometimes he feels like he must have died and gone to heaven. But then the dog next door barks at him and reminds him that life is not quite perfect - but almost.

His relationship with Hob evolves slowly. They share a bed and cuddle up every night (Hob tolerates Dream’s 3am zoomies pretty well by now - they now have a treadmill for that exact purpose). Dream is also generally naked in bed, which has lead to one or two moments. The mutual attraction is undeniable. Hob just doesn't want to take advantage...

Luckily Dream is prepared to make the first move. He's a person, and that means that he's capable of choosing a life partner. It just so happens that he's choosing Hob. He's going to need some practice with kissing (he's not quite sure whether or not he's meant to bite?) but he's sure that Hob will be patient with him. He has been so far. And to Dream, that patience feels a lot like love.

[romanoffsbish]

Meet the Fockers Bishop-Belova’s

Natasha Romanoff x (Dr.Doolittle)F!R

Bishova 🥰

Liho to the Rescue (Part 1)

Natasha has a mission, entrusting you and Liho with Yelena, Kate, and their dogs that couldn’t be more different, and you (un)fortunately get to spend a week getting to know all of them intimately.

"Lucky Bishop, you are embarrassing us in front of the guest, sit still."

"But Fanny! Look! No matter how fast I go, my tail never gets closer, it's crazy isn't it?!"

"They're so uncultured, this is why cats are the better option. Imagine being a dog person."

To the women before you exchanging familiar friendly greetings it is a normal occurrence, the dogs barking while the cat lazily meows atop of Natasha's shoulder. To you though, it's an interesting engagement that you almost feel bad for intruding on, but not enough to not laugh out loud, instantly drawing the attention of all the humans, and animals before you.

——

"Oh, let me introduce you all to my girlfriend," Natasha beams, gently tugging you forward and right into her side for a comforting hug, "This is Y/N." Yelena immediately gasps and steps forward, "The animal whisperer right?"

"Yes she is, I can no longer have my thoughts to myself," Liho groans, and you lean forward to glare at the feline, and he tilts his head back in challenge, "Yes, that's me, and if you're curious I offer interrogation services, it's how I found out that Liho ate Nat's hoop earrings."

"You promised!" Liho shimmies onto Nat's other shoulder and swats at you, "Yeah, and you just dissed me, served you right, jerk!"

"This is so cool! Tell me, what's Fanny thinking right now?" Yelena jumps in place, clapping her hands together in obvious excitement.

"Well, I don't invade their thoughts, so why don't you ask her, and I'll respond for her."

"Fanny, my truest love, what's on your mind?"

Your girlfriend and you bite back a laugh when seeing Kate's face scrunch up in offense as her aloof girlfriend drops to her knees and cups her pooches face, "Tell my new friend baby."

"Well, for starters, I wish for Lucky to stop breathing down my neck, it is bothersome," she barked curtly, "Then, I would like to go to the barn and chase the chickens to decompress."

"She's very, um, well," you paused, looking to your lover for help she simply couldn't offer you, "She'd like some personal space, and she wishes to chase the chickens to get it."

"Mention Lucky, she's too clingy!" she barked shortly in your direction, and you smiled sympathetically at the whimpering retriever, "She'd also like for me to mention that dear, sweet Lucky's a bit too clingy at times."

"Kate Bishop! I told you that Lucky was crowding her, didn't I?" she scolded, then gasped, "Oh my god, I'm a dog whisperer too!"

"Go ahead, chase the chickens moya lyubov'," she pecked the pooches wet nose, then rose back up to face all of your stunned faces, "What? You expected me to say no to her?"

Natasha turned to you with an apologetic smile, "I'm so sorry detka," she nuzzled her nose with yours and softly pressed her lips to yours, "I'll only be be gone for a week."

"Don't worry Natasha! She will be fine!" Yelena boasted, then your girlfriend shook her head as you were torn from her, "Now, we have fun!!"

Natasha blew your shocked form a kiss from the car, then she sent up a prayer to whatever higher power listening that you don't breakup with her at the end of this sure to be long week.

—

"How's it going moya lyubov'?" Natasha asked through the phone, and you shot her a smile, but it didn't reach your eyes, "I miss you Nat. It's so cold without you to snuggle up to."

"Aww baby," she cooed as she lifted the phone closer to her face, as if that equated to comfort, and in a way it did as you giggled softly at the sight of her nostrils, "You can cuddle Liho."

"No, she can't!"

You rolled your eyes, and Natasha smirked in understanding as she heard the cat plop onto the ground after you gently nudged it with your foot, "Can't you two just get along, for once?"

"We once did, then she betrayed me, and never gave me my can of tuna after doing so!"

"Blame Natasha! I tried to, but she said no tuna for naughty cats, and you just keep acting up!"

"He broke my limited edition nunchucks!" Natasha shouted, reaffirming your stance, and it seemed to soften the black cat a smidge.

"Hmph," Liho meowed angrily while plopping onto your chest, giving Natasha a view of his butt instead of you, "I want my damn tuna."

Natasha gasped, "Did he just swear?"

"Uh, I'm not even going to ask how you know."

"Easy, when you bicker he meows like that."

You chuckled softly, "Goodnight Natty, be safe please," you smiled at your awkwardly tilted phone before blowing her a kiss that she caught, "Always am, I can't leave you two behind, you'll likely kill each other if I did."

After you set your phone down on the bedside table you whispered softly, "I love you Nat."

"Why don't you say it to her instead of the air?"

"Because, I don't think she's there yet Liho, and the last thing I want is to scare her away."

"You're being dumb then, she's totally in love."

"Be nice, or you can sleep with the dogs."

Liho's defiance instantly faded, he nuzzled into your chest, and began to purr so loudly you couldn't hear your insecure thoughts, making your trip into the realm of unconscious fast.

Natasha stared down at her phone with a sad smile, she'd accidentally pressed mute over end, and in turn she heard your confession.

It felt wrong, she knew she didn't mean to do it, but she has yet to hang up so she also didn't do the right thing. At this point you were snoring, an adorable sound she's grown used to. Honestly, it brought her comfort, and that was good because she was in a state of shock.

Natasha knew she loved you, it wasn't hard for her to breakdown the emotion, but she's never been on the receiving end of such a feeling. Romance hadn't even interested her until she first saw you, it was like everything she ever knew went right out the door the second your sweet voice broke through her steel walls.

With how easily she fell though, it was as if her walls were only made of paper for you. You cracked the code, and your reward was her battered heart, and you accepted it wholly. That much apparent now that you'd confessed in presumed secret that you loved her too.

Natasha whispered softly with a smile, "I love you too," before the line finally went dead.

"I knew it," Liho meowed tiredly atop of you, but fortunately you were too gone to hear.

—

The following morning you awoke when the sun peaked through the blinds, making Liho purr in thanks for the newfound warmth. It was a moment of total bliss, then the sounds of dogs excitedly barking led to you wincing once sharp claws penetrated through your thick sleep shirt and then the skin of your breasts.

"Stupid canines, do they not know how to keep their volume at a maximum of total silence?"

"Jesus, Liho are you sure you're three? You act like an elderly man with kids on his lawn."

"I do not get your inference, but I will say kids are annoying too, so I understand the man."

With a gentle touch you removed the cat from your chest, then you entered the bathroom to get your morning hygiene done, and while doing so you saw Natasha had texted you.

*Good morning krasivaya, I miss you, and I'm counting down the days until you're back in my arms. Have fun (if you can—again, I'm sorry), I will try to call you later, but I might end up being forced to go no contact.*

You frowned, but you understood that she had a job to do, but it wasn't long before you were smiling as she'd also sent you some photos. There was a selfie of her smiling, then you got to see the reason for her excitement as the next photo was of her with a stray calico kitten that you have an inkling you'll be meeting soon.

There was a final photo, and you audibly awed at the shot of you two on the couch, you were giggling and Natasha was holding onto you tightly from behind, with a par-visible grin as she pressed her face into your neck.

*Don't forget about me as you snuggle Liho*

—

When you finally ventured out of your room you made your way to the kitchen to find Kate alone while studying for some math course.

"You wouldn't happen to know how to find the x would you?" The raven haired girl asked you tiredly, and you chuckled softly, "Not really, I've always found it's best not to question them, but to instead leave them in the past."

Kate rolled her eyes playfully, then went to refocus on her paper but then her dog barked, catching her off guard, "What is it honey?"

"Well mama, you needs to get all like minded variables to the same side, then you'll get what she needs. Which would make x = 10 here."

Kate's eyes widened as you regurgitated Lucky's tip, she stared down at her dog in bewilderment, "Oh my gosh, my dogs a genius. We should call all the local news stations!"

"Kate, you guys live in the far away woods."

Kate deflated slightly, "You have a point."

After you collected your psyche, you moved about to get breakfast as well, then just as you were about to leave Kate stopped you with a hand in your face, "Wait! I just want you to know I knew how to do it, I'm smart too!"

“Don’t worry darling, I figured as much.”

——

A few days into your stay and you were feeling as if your only purpose was to service Yelena and her need to be in constant communication with Fanny, who was growing irritated by it.

"Ask her," you quietly groaned along with the poor dog who's head now burrowed beneath the pillow in her dog bed, a sign you'd think a well trained spy would catch, but she didn't.

"Tell her that she is worse than Lucky."

"You know, I think Fanny's tired."

"Y/N Y/L/N, I know my dog, she is not tired. We've not even taken our morning walk yet."

"I just want to know, does she prefer to take selfies with me or to live more in the moment."

"Tell her I'd actually like to live alone."

"She's very much all for living in the moment, now, if you'll excuse me I need to go pee."

As you passed the kitchen you saw Kate wearing a smile, "What did she really say?"

"Nothing the blonde’s heart can handle."

Kate nodded, "I figured as such, now go, hide in the study, Yelena hates books, she says they are just tiny, evil distractions, but actually, and don't tell her I told you, but she read Marley and Me and never went back in there again."

“That’s understandable… Welp, I’ll be going now, you’ll know exactly where to find me.”

——

The week you spent at the Bishop-Belova's was interesting to say the least, and unpleasant if you’re being honest. Finding yourself in the middle of an all out war sealed that in for you.

“Kate Bishop! Take your hand off of Y/N, she is mine!” Yelena yanked you away from her lover with all her might, and in doing so she nearly dislocated your shoulder, “My sisters girlfriend makes her mine before it makes her yours!”

“Yelena! She is her own person first, and you are making her miserable, it’s always: Fanny this, Fanny that, oh, what does Fanny think?” Kate shouted back, arms waving around like crazy, and you knew this was reaching way beyond yours and Fanny’s overall discomfort.

“What about me? What about my thoughts?”

Yelena’s brow’s scrunched, “I don’t need to hear them, I can read them on your face.”

“Oh, can you really now?” Kate arched a brow, and you watched as Yelena visibly froze up, and though this wasn’t your business you hated watching the poor girl struggle to understand.

“If I may,” Kate reluctantly nodded, so you gently touched Yelena’s arm, then leaned in to whisper, “She is feeling unappreciated, maybe you could take her out to a nice dinner.”

“Unappreciated? I appreciate her always!” Yelena shrieked in offense, “Who cleans her bow and arrows?” Kate frowned, “I do.”

“Yeah, the wrong way, so I go back and fix it,” Yelena boasted, and you saw a lightbulb of sort flicker behind the archers now widened eyes.

“Yelena, please tell me you’re not the reason I almost took Clint out on a mission last week.”

Yelena smirked, “I can neither confirm nor deny, but I can say it wasn’t my intention, more so a happy little accident in favor of my glee.”

“What did you use? Grease?” Kate shrieked in wonder and the blonde tentatively nodded.

“Welp, I’m going to chase the chickens again,” Fanny barked out of nowhere, you watched as the fluffy Akita stretched its entire body before making the great escape. Lucky whimpered as his ‘friend’ left, “I’m going to chase Fanny.”

“When is Natasha returning for us?” Liho questioned stoically while jumping atop the table before you out of nowhere, “I’m not sure I can handle their bickering for much longer.”

“Oh, because we’re so much better?”

Liho tilted his head, the cat’s equivalent of a shoulder shrug, “At least with those I win.”

“You do not!”

“Do too!”

Natasha watched from the doorway as the pairs of you were readily going at it, she found the sight rather amusing really. That was until Liho pounced onto your back when you tried to walk away, meanwhile Yelena was in a chokehold because she didn’t know when best to do that.

Natasha suddenly cleared her throat, spurring Liho to dart down the hallway as a tactic of self preservation, and for the couple hosting you to straighten up, and run away upon seeing the unamused glare of the one who trusted them.

Once they were all gone you ran into your lover, but pulled back from her embrace just as a soft hissing came from beneath her hoodie.

“Natty?” she smiled bashfully, “Don’t get mad.”

With a gentle movement the redhead pulled her hoodie forward, allowing the kitten you recognized from the photos to peak its little head out so that it could silently observe you.

“Ugroza,” Natasha smiles widely as she tells you the newest additions name, “It fits her, it means menace; we’ll call her Roza for short.”

“Liho isn’t going to appreciate this,” you teased while moving to hug your lover much slower this time, with the now sleeping cat snuggled between your bodies, “He’ll get over it,” she shrugged her shoulders playfully, then she leaned in to kiss you with total tenderness.

“I missed you so much Natty,” you whispered as you nuzzled into the side of her neck that the cat wasn’t perched upon, “Don’t leave again.”

Natasha sighed, “I wish I never had to love, but the world needs saving, and you protecting.”

“I’m sorry you have to worry about me, I wish I wasn’t so helpless,” you lamented, and the redhead immediately moved to hug you tighter, “Helpless or not I’ll always worry Y/N, I never stop worrying about those that I love.”

Natasha smiled as you choked on air, the small breath released hitting her skin causing her to shiver lightly, “You love me?” you looked up at her with untrusting eyes, it hurt her, but she couldn’t blame you for being scared, because she herself was terrified, but you were worth it.

Worth facing the unfamiliar feelings, and for her to express them openly, “Of course I do.”

“I-I love you too,” you squealed, bringing her in for a kiss that hardly worked since the two of you couldn’t stop smiling long enough for your lips to really touch. “Like, I love you so much!”

“Yeah?” she chuckled softly as you nodded with a glee to rival her own, “I love you so much too detka, more than I’ve ever loved anything.”

“That’s rude! I’m so much better than her,” you harshly rolled your eyes, “Welcome back Liho.”

Liho climbed up your back, disregarding your many grunts of pain, and as he settled on your shoulder he zeroed in on the new feline.

“Who is this, and why is she cuddling with my mother?” he tensed on your shoulder, and you held back a giggle to avoid obtaining his wrath.

“Liho, meet Ugroza,” Natasha lifted her up, and the black cat lifted his nose upwards, “Fitting.”

Natasha looked to you for clarity, you simply shook your head with a smile and she mirrored your action before leaning in to kiss you softly.

“Since when do you understand Russian?” You mused while following your lover out to the car, “It is a common word mother uses, so I don’t know what it is, just that it’s not good.”

“At least you’re aware that you’re a menace.”

Natasha scooped Liho up from your chest to nuzzle him gently, “Don’t worry, mama loves you both, and you’re gonna love Roza too.”

After ensuring both felines were buckled in tight Natasha rounded the car to ensure the same for you. She tugged to test the belt’s security, causing a warmth to flood through you, it was such a simple thing, but the way she cared for your safety above all was telling. It worked wonders erasing any remaining doubt you had that she didn’t really love you.

“I love you Natty,” she smiled over at you from the drivers seat, her hand fell atop of yours on the gear shift, “I will never tire of hearing it,” she put the car in drive, then brought your now conjoined hands to her lips to lay a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “I love you most detka.”

“Thank you for kidnapping me a year ago,” you genuinely relayed, but you were also wearing a silly smirk that made Natasha cackle rather loudly, “Thank you for letting me darling.”

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I don’t normally ask, but someone somewhere mentioned a part to this R where she and Nat get trapped in a Jurassic Park crossover, and I’m curious if anyone would want that 👀

❤️ Kaitlyn 😂

[el-tur-el]

like a heathen clung to the homily.

Pairing: Harper Geraldus x F!Tav

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content. 18+, Minors DNI.

Word Count: 1,102. Read it on AO3.

Little bit of a schedule swap - Rolan piece should be up on Sunday. Have this in the meantime, the brain bees said 'must write sad wet cat man'. (This is not the fic I have planned that involves edging, that will be coming later.)

Warmth. Patchouli and some kind of flower that she doesn’t know the name of, essential oils pooling in little slicks on the surface of the water. She sees herself in them, iridescent and raw, constantly changing shape. Home can be whatever you make it; she learned that during her time fighting the Illithid threat, when it came in the form of purple robes, of quietly murmured prayers. Of the flash of a silver sword, the peek of fangs from between pouty lips. The most elegant horns she had ever seen. The smell of peat moss and petrichor. Brimstone and something sweet.

It looks a little different now. A solid torso, a wiry frame; his back pressed against her stomach, his head tilted against her shoulder. His eyes are closed, and she can’t help but think that it was all worth it. For this. Just this. To be able to hold him, to be able to contort herself into the shape of his home.

She loves him, she loves him, she loves him.

She presses her lips to the crown of his head, and he smiles, slow and lazy. Sweet in that sort of way that makes her heart seize up behind her sternum. He deserves the world - she only wishes a human being could be capable of offering up something of that magnitude. She would move mountains. She would write sonnets. She’d kiss every freckle, trace the constellations mapped out on his skin, document them all to memory.

What a beautiful, fragile thing a heart is. What a privilege to be able to cradle one in your hands.

“I love you.” She murmurs against the soft black of his hair, slick with sweat and water and oils that were far, far too expensive. Indulgence breeds complacency, but he’s worth it. “Can I take care of you, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” He rasps, all wet-eyed wonder, thick and tempting, pools of honey.

Her palm splays out flat between his pectorals, soapy and damp, and she drags it down the dip and curve of his stomach, his flanks. Past his navel and southward, to somewhere warmer. Yielding. Her fingers loosely wrap around his cock, and she swears she will take him apart piece by piece with the reverence he deserves.

He lets out a shuddering breath, tilting his head to press his lips against the soft column of her throat. Such a pretty thing, soft and pliable against her. Malleable like clay, something to shape with her hands, make and unmake. She moves, slow, and he whines against her skin. She could bottle that sound. Drink it down every night. Headier than wine. Sweeter than mead.

“So good for me.” She breathes out, praise and prayer all in one. “Just like that, sweetheart. Look at you.”

His hips shift against her grip, the water in the tub sloshing with the movement. She’ll have to wipe up the floors later, but she cares little; another act of tenderness, another reminder of a love that she never once thought she’d be blessed with.

“Tav.”

“I’ve got you, lovely.” She moves at an achingly slow pace. There’s no rush anymore. Not now, not here, in this space she’s made for him. In the yawning canyon of tenderness that she’s so carefully crafted. A house of worship. A church, an altar, a prayer. Communion.

He’s always been a restless thing, and this time is no different; squirming against her, pushing up into her hand. Needy. Wanton. Debauched. She studies his face, the furrow of his brow, the bow of his lips. Memorizes it, pockets it for later. Savors every little detail, every whine, every moan.

“Does that feel good, Geraldus?” Something about this man, this bright and beautiful and brilliant man, has put her in a state of perpetual motion. The movement of her lips wrapping around every syllable, the innate need to be touching him at all times. Frenetic and frenzied in her need to prove devotion.

“Y-Yes, Tav, Gods.” His voice cracks, trembles. A low heat pools in her stomach. “I want - I -”

“Anything.” She whispers, and she means it.

“I want you, please.”

And really, truly, who is she to say no to that.

She’s silently grateful that she splurged on the ornate tub for their home, nearly the size of a pool; one of the few things she’d allowed herself to be selfish about. He gently disentangles himself from her grasp, turning over so he’s facing her, his cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink. He presses his lips to hers like it’s the first time. Does this every time. Still so soft and unsure of himself, even now.

Her hands come to his shoulder blades, and she sighs into the tentative press of his mouth as he pushes into her. She feels weightless, here, underneath him, the heat of the water around them. He traces a fingertip between the valley of her breasts, down to her hip bone. Exploratory. Cartography. Venturing landscapes made of flesh and breath. Two fingers slowly press against her clit as he ruts into her - shallow, languid.

It is not heat and fire and fury. It is home.

“I love you.” He sighs, his forehead pressing against hers.

Even now, with him settled against her, she is sick with yearning. It’s cloying and syrupy and saccharine, the way she loves him. Her friends regularly rib her about it. But she doesn’t care.

Happy. For the first time in a very, very long time.

His breathing grows ragged, his noises a little breathier, a little higher. Her muscles tense, anticipation thrumming under the surface of paper-thin skin, bursting at the seams. To watch him unspool like embroidery thread, to hold the weight of him against her as he falls apart.

“I’ve got you.” She breathes out again. “Let go for me, sweet thing.”

He shakes against her, a thin, high whimper spilling past his lips. His fingers press against her clit a little more firmly, still so eager to please even as he dissolves into little more than broken sounds before her. She keens, heat rushing through her veins, spilling forth. Her head tilts back and her eyes flutter shut, caught between the here and not, weightless.

They settle against one another, arms wrapping around skin spattered with rivulets of water, his face tucked into the crook of her neck.

Would that she were a church, so that she may bless and keep him always.

The silk swallows her up that evening. The thought haunts her, rattles about her mind.

Milk and honey. A crown of thistle and thorn. Royalty. Deity. Lover.

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My whb mc/oc

Her name is Byul, my baby, my kinnie, my girly pop, and my hellspawn (affectionate)

She was created by Solomon so he is by definition, her father/mother. She has been to Hell before but after her father disappeared she sort of wanders around on Earth on her own for a long time. Also forgot her original name because it had been so long since anyone call her by the name Solomon gave her.

She met Minhyeok by chance when he was young, he was lost while he was out camping with his family. She found him crying to himself by a tree at night in the woods then both protected and guided him back to his family. She was tricked into being adopted by Minhyeok after being lured by good food.

She is a menace and I love her, the snob that loves you, even when she destroys your shit and eats your food but will protect you with her life on the line without hesitation. Can handle things herself but loves being spoiled, is clever but WILL act dumb if it benefits her.

I should also make a confession. She is my stand-in for MC, her entire being is magic from Solomon (with a little bit of God's help), so she can use magic and is very well-equipped to handle whatever Hell and Heaven can throw at her. No human form (unless April Fool's magic bibbidi bobbidi booing her into having one) so no bam-bam in the ham or boning. But yeah, she is what I want to be, a literal demon- I mean a spoiled cat that can scratch and wreck things however she wants and get away with it, eat whatever she wants, and sleep whenever she wants.

I'm not a big fan of Ra-on/MC's writing in canon, and her personality is like a hot wet noodle. It is also hard for me to actually feel intimate with 95% of the characters (I prefer to watch them without MC in their stories), and I usually just skip the H-scene cause it doesn't make me feel anything or sometimes just outright uncomfortable. So when I don't particularly comfortable with some scene I just imagine my girl Byul there, being her chaotic self and not taking shit from anyone and just living her best life.