#thank you for the submission! love a fluffy black cat

[mcyt-cats]

Obscure and small MCYT's cat: Dan Voxel Tales' cat Whisper (aka Beans).

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hi! Hope you’re doing well! 😊 I was wondering if I could request something fluffy? How about a story where reader moves in with Donna, bringing along her cat? At first, Donna might be scared of the cat or worried it will scratch and ruin her dolls. But over time, she starts to really like R's furry friend.

And btw, you’re my favorite author on this app! Love you!

Yesss!!!!! Thank you for your request and for you words of support :)))!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!!

A furry member of the family

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff,

Word count: 6,701

Summary: You think Donna doesn't like your friend...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“That's all, I guess,” you sighed after your last trip to the estate, one from which you would never return.

Those cracked walls, that humid and floral essence that made up the old mansion were not simply a place to visit. It was finally your home.

Of course, a mansion was much better than the humble cabin you had in the village.

You were always a happy, cheerful girl, one who saw the good side of things, the light in the middle of so much darkness. It might seem very daring to smile at the life that had been offered to you, but still, you did it.

The Cult, the Black Gods, Mother Miranda, the Lords... Everything that surrounded you seemed enough reason to bow your head and pray for, every night that you closed your eyes, you would still be able to open them again.

Fear, submission and faith were things you lived with, that you ignored as much as possible so your smile would never disappear. Neither the lycans, nor all the sermons, nor the rumors surrounding those divine authorities scared you.

In that village there was no bogeyman, no deceiving witch, no terrible wolf with an insatiable appetite. No, the fear with which mothers cradled their children didn’t come from legends, the danger was real. But… did you care? Not at all.

Living alone in that dark world seemed terrible, but actually, it wasn't.

But your days of solitude, your humble and quiet life in that old cabin would not last forever.

As if you were the pagan mockery of the Gods, you made your way through that dark corridor, into that blind spot that people refused to look at. The Lords seemed like monsters, but deep down, they were people.

That almost utopian thought with which your eyes turned to those dangerous figures could have cost your life, but it didn't.

Among all those mysterious beings, there was one in particular that had caught your attention: A woman who was said to be deformed, sick, dangerous, disturbed, the youngest of the Four Lords, the woman in mourning, covered with a black veil, Donna Beneviento.

It didn't matter how many times you had heard absurd things about that woman, about what she was capable of. Curiosity overcame the irrational fear of the unknown.

Convinced that things weren't so dire, that those rumors were an exaggeration, you decided to put your own optimism to the test, to put the joy of living you had to deal with every day to the test.

Meeting that lonely woman was a risky step, knowing that, indeed, the rumors were true but bordered on legend, was the best decision of your life. Selling your handmade clay works, you got a glimpse of the mystery surrounding that woman in black.

You weren't particularly good at making and painting vases, but to her, it seemed like art. Maybe it was just because the clay resembled the porcelain she worked with.

What seemed like an innocent first visit, led to many more, led to continuous commissions from the lady in black. It could be a boost to your humble business but... You never saw it that way, especially when, after a rainy afternoon, you stopped being a saleswoman to become a guest.

A quiet dinner, an unknown kindness… Donna was strange, yes, a few words woman, with a hoarse voice, a stoic pose. As time went by, the rain and the inclement weather stopped being excuses for you to spend time with her.

Like a story marinated over time, cooked slowly with patience and curiosity, you came to understand that the joy that characterized you only came to light when Lady Beneviento was near.

Sad in her solitude, happy in your company.

 It seemed like a difficult phrase to decipher until, after seeing the horror that the veil claimed to contain, you gave a name to your feelings. Yes, you loved her. She was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Nothing, not her scar, not her problems were reasons to come back home that night, the night in which your lips finally met.

It was an unexpected love, a welcome one, a love you would never regret, one you would enjoy day after day until, after her constant insistence, you decided to take that last step and move in with her.

Her little pleas, her fear of losing you, her crises… Everything would be much better with you always by her side. You couldn't say why it took you so long to accept that house, with that woman, even with that sinister and rude doll, was the place you wanted to be.

“Is that all?” the lady asked, nervously playing with her hands while you looked around at that pile of stuff you brought from your old cabin.

You looked at her and nodded with a smile, walking slowly to calm her nerves with a small kiss.

“Well, I was missing, but here I’m,” you whispered affectionately, losing yourself in the brightness of that beautiful eye, of those features that only you had the privilege of admiring.

“So... I won't have to wait to see you through the window anymore?” Donna asked, gently grabbing your waist while you shook your head.

“No,” you said amused, panting when, with a grip typical of romantic novels, the lady bent you over, held by her grip while she kissed you again, in a way that you could only see in her movies. “Hey... Donna...”

She laughed after kissing and again, and again. That woman with a hidden smile, who never laughed, who didn't feel, who had no heart according to her legend, seemed happier than ever.

“I'm so happy, tesoro...” she murmured, helping you to get up, playing with your hands affectionately. “I can't believe you're here…”

“Well, well,” you laughed, fighting those quick kisses with which your face was adored. “Anyway, it was like I lived here.”

“But you always left… You always left me…” she lamented, caressing your cheek.

The sparkle in her eye was erratic. She could transmit happiness, but also madness, sadness and fear at the same. Luckily, you had already gotten used to it.

You shook your head, sighing as you heard her verbalize her greatest fears again; the fear of you abandoning her, of being alone again.

Only your smile was enough to calm her nerves, just one look, one to which the two of you had become hopelessly addicted.

“Ahhhhhhh!” an irritating squeal took you out of that romantic moment.

It shouldn't have surprised you. Donna and you weren't the only inhabitants of that place. Always by Donna's side, always ready to remind you of your simple village status, there was Angie.

“Angie, per favore… Don't squeal…” the lady whispered, annoyed by the interruption.

You shook your head, downplaying it, pulling her chin so your lips would collide again.

“Donna, Donna!” the doll shouted, ignoring her owner, running towards you and pulling her dress hard. “Donna, you fool, stop mixing fluids with (Y/N) and listen to me!”

“Oh, Angie, che vuoi?” Donna said, with a look of disgust, causing the puppet to let her dress go.

“Mo-Mo-Mo-Mo monster…” the doll stammered, pointing towards your stuff. “Monster!”

“Monster?” you asked amused, looking where the puppet had pointed. Oh, yes, surely for Angie it would be a monster. “Oh, that's right…”

You separated painfully from your lover, walking slowly towards your luggage and taking the box the doll indicated.

“Don't bring it near here!” Angie protested, taking refuge behind her owner, who looked at you with curiosity. “Donna, a monster…”

“It's not a monster,” you said, with a firm voice, opening the small gate of the box and taking out its contents.

“Don't take it out of there, silly!” the puppet shrieked again, causing a sigh of annoyance from the doll maker, who seemed to look at you perplexed.

“Why?” you asked amused, cradling your pet in your arms. “It's such a cutie…”

Oh, that's right. You forgot to mention to the lady in black that you didn't live completely alone. On one of your days out, you found what would become your faithful companion, a cat, one with black fur and bright eyes.

“(Y/N)? What is that?” Donna asked with a frown, looking at the feline suspiciously.

You, with the animal still in your arms, smiled, moving his paw in greeting.

“A cat,” you said amused. Donna was confused, gently shaking her head. “My cat.”

“Your cat? Since when do you have a cat?” the lady asked, stepping back, with Angie cowardly taking refuge behind her dress.

“Oh, for a couple of years now,” you explained, extending the animal's paw towards her again. “Meet Bubbles.”

“Bubbles,” she repeated, with a confused sigh.

You nodded, proud of your cat, of its black fur, of the company it offered to your strange life.

“Yeah, I found him in the river. The poor thing was frozen to death. I rescued him and well...” you said, petting the animal, who purred peacefully in your arms.

“Get that furry thing out of my sight, silly!” Angie shouted, comically poking her head out.

You put on a haughty look, hugging the animal closer while shaking your head.

“Oh, come on, are you scared of a kitten?” you joked, putting it down on the floor.

“I'm not scared!” Angie shouted, following the curious animal with her gaze.

“Um, (Y/N)...” Donna said, in a low tone, approaching again but trying to surround the cat instead of interrupting its exploration. “You didn't tell me you had a cat.”

“Didn’t I? I think I really did,” you said, blinking in confusion. “Don't you listen to me when I talk to you, darling?” you joked.

Donna smiled shyly, not finding the right words.

“Yes, I... You're just so beautiful...” she sighed, biting her lip and running a soft hand over your neck. “Sometimes I get lost in your gaze.”

“Donna...” you murmured, laughing amused by the compliment, by her eternal flattery. “Hey, there's no problem, right?”

Donna moved away a little, glancing sideways at the cat, which also seemed attentive to the conversation.

“No, but...” she whispered, scratching the back of her neck. “(Y/N), I... I wasn't expecting a cat.”

“Relax, it's a good boy,” you said, with an innocent look.

The lady laughed nervously, shaking her head.

“Good? He’s a scratching and biting machine! He can’t stay here!” Angie protested, running away from the animal, which seemed to have caught a curious interest in the doll, who fled cowardly.

“You’re a biting and scratching machine too, and here you are,” you said in a cocky tone, crossing your arms.

“I’m the Great Angie, silly,” said the doll, comically running away from Bubbles. “I live here, not like that furry thing.”

“The Great Angie…” you muttered, rolling your eyes, seeing how Donna seemed to think the same as her doll, looking at your cat distrustfully. “Come on, it’s just a cat.”

“A cat…” Donna sighed, blinking erratically. “(Y/N) I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

“Why not? He keeps a lot of company,” you said, a little worried about the lady’s reaction.

“Yes, but…” Donna said, tilting her head towards the animal, which comically, like in a comedy movie, did the same. “What if he scratches the furniture?”

“He won't,” you answered immediately, starting to get nervous.

“Oh, okay but…” she murmured, stopping looking at the animal and getting closer to you. “My, my dolls, (Y/N), he might, might ruin them.”

“Yes, and that includes me!” Angie added, without taking her eyes off your furry companion.

“If you don't want him to live with us, say it clearly, Donna,” you said, with a cold look.

“It's not that, it's just…” she said, breathing heavily, walking towards you, putting her legs over the cat and grabbing your shoulders. “He could, he could stay on the grounds and then he'd have… Freedom to… Well, to do cat stuff.”

“No, I'm not leaving him,” you denied, with a more intense look. “He's my friend.”

“Your friend…” Donna snorted, turning her head back to the cat, which was walking elegantly around you. “Tesoro, I…”

“He was so alone…” you said, pouting. “You can't ask me to leave him…”

“I didn't say that,” the lady said, frowning.

Okay, plan B.

“Please, Donna…” you said in a sweet voice, bringing your hands together and making puppy dog ​​eyes as you leaned towards her. “Let him stay… Please…”

“Don't get fooled, Donna! She's a manipulator!” Angie squealed, eliciting a subtle growl from you, who never lost that innocent look.

“Please, please…” you insisted, gracefully moving your lower lip, your eyes shining.

“Oh, Io…” she stammered, looking at you and then at the cat repeatedly. “But, but…”

You tilted your head, emphasizing your pout.

“Va bene…” she finally sighed, causing you to throw yourself into her arms with a dazzling smile, covering her cheek with kisses.

“Mmm, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you said as you jumped for joy, picking up your pet from the floor. “Did you hear that, Bubbles? You can stay.”

“But, but…” Donna interrupted, putting a hand on your chest to get you to move away. “You’ll be the one to take care of him.”

“Sure,” you said, nodding, kissing the cat’s head, which purred pleased. “Say hello, Bubbles… Say hello, Donna… Come on, pet him.”

“Um, I…” the lady stammered, slowly bringing her hand closer to the animal, a trembling hand that passed through the cat's black fur. He meowed surprisingly, causing the lady to back away in fear.

“Oh, don't be scared,” you said amused. “He’s an adorable ball of fur, you'll see.”

“If, if you say so…” she murmured, playing with her hands, with a confused look.

“Donna, you silly…” Angie hissed, tugging at her dress again. “He's an evil beast. He's going to bring us a lot of trouble.”

“You are an evil beast,” you said, amused, placing some of your stuff away while owner and doll watched the movements of the cat, which sniffed around curiously. ���Honey, help me with this.”

Donna approached cautiously, helping you move your delicate clay bowls. “Do you think there will be room for everything?”

“Yes,” she answered dryly, without losing sight of the animal, which climbed onto the small table where Donna sewed from time to time, looking with interest at one of the wool balls.

“Stop worrying...” you sighed, cupping her face in your hands. “He won't give you any trouble.”

“Hey, you furry burglar!” Angie shrieked, causing a loud scandal when Bubbles grabbed one of the balls in his jaws, fleeing in terror, leaving a trail of yellow thread around the house.

Donna looked at you with a frown while you blushed.

“Um, I'll buy you another one…” you said shyly, scratching your head.

“You mean I'll buy another one,” she said in a low voice, sighing annoyed.

You shrugged your shoulders with the best weapon you had, your innocent smile.

The lady in black reluctantly agreed to live with Bubbles, although she wasn’t able to hide her dissatisfaction. You were not going to get rid of your companion, that was clear. You would have to work very hard for Donna to adapt to this new member of the family.

The days passed calmly, well, relatively calmly. The doll maker was tense, she wasn’t comfortable with the intruder. She always watched him from afar. She didn’t approach him despite the fact that, since you rescued him, he didn’t stop following you everywhere, day and night.

“Donna, please…” you begged one night already tucked into bed, while the brunette was quietly reading, or rather, pretending to read.

“No,” she replied with a sigh, with a cold look.

“He misses me,” you repeated, using your best acting skills.

The days were simple. The house was big and it wasn't hard for the lady in black to avoid contact with the cat, but… The nights, oh, the nights were very different.

The agonizing meows of poor Bubbles echoed off the walls of the mansion despite being in the basement. You, like every night, begged your girlfriend to let you take him down with you.

“I said no,” Donna hissed, frowning every time the cat meowed desperately. “Oh, taci… Taci!”

“He meows because he wants to be here with us,” you explained, pointing at the ceiling. “He was used to sleeping with me.”

“Well, he'll have to get used to not doing that,” Donna murmured, turning a page of that book she wasn't reading.

“But Donna…” you said with a sad look. “I promise he won't bother us, just…”

“No,” she insisted, shaking her head. “He can meow all night long if he wants.”

“You're… Ugh,” you protested, waving your arms exaggeratedly. The lady in black didn't flinch at your gestures, blinking disinterestedly. “You're a grumpy witch.”

“What did you call me?” she hissed, with a dangerous look.

“Grumpy witch,” you repeated cockily, looking at your nails with disinterest. “Aren't you a powerful Lord? I can't believe you're scared of a cat…”

“I'm not scared of the cat,” Donna protested, putting the book on her lap, gritting her teeth.

“Please…” you said amused. “You haven't been near him in two weeks. He scares you, admit it.”

“Okay, yes, he scares me,” she said, shaking her head. “I'm scared because he'll destroy my dolls, and my house.”

“Our house,” you joked, with a raised finger. “And he doesn't do that, you've already know.”

“Mm, yes, I've seen how, mysteriously, all my wool balls have disappeared, and how curious, that thing always seems to be present at the crime scene,” the lady in black commented, with a proud look.

“Oh, you're such a great detective,” you mocked, running a hand over her shoulders and kissing her cheek. “It must be very stressful for him to be in a new place, you have to understand.”

“No, it's not stressful for him, it's stressful for me,” she said, gently pushing you away. “Shut up once and for all!”

“Shhh, don't yell,” you protested. “He would shut up if you let him down.”

“No,” she said again, with a dark look.

You shrugged and lay down on the bed.

“Fine, enjoy the concert then,” you said angrily, covering yourself with the sheets.

Donna sighed, getting a little closer to you and resting her head on your shoulder.

“I think we could do something to distract ourselves,” she purred in your ear, kissing your neck. You tried not to smile at that seductive display of affection, but you couldn't help it.

“Mm, what are you thinking?” you said, with a mischievous smile, letting the lady lay you down on your back while kissing you.

“I don't know...” she whispered with a mischievous smile.

“Meow”

“Ah!” Donna squealed, when a too close meow interrupted what seemed like a night of passion.

Bubbles appeared on the floor of the room, sitting, looking at you with curiosity.

“Bubbles!” you shouted, a bit scared too. “But what are you doing here?”

“I let him go down!” Angie said, entering the room too, with her hands on her hips. “He wouldn't stop meowing!”

“Angie…” Donna protested, moving away from you and looking at the cat with distrust.

“I can’t sleep with that evil beast next to me!” the doll protested.

“Were you sleeping?” you asked, stroking the cat, who had climbed onto the bed, satisfied, rubbing himself on your body. “Are you even aware of being sleepy?”

“You don't have a brain and you’re alive, so don't ask stupid questions,” Angie mocked, with a cocky pose.

“No, no, get down,” Donna said, pushing the animal, who, apparently, wanted to greet her too. “Down, down.”

“See? He just wants some company,” you said, watching how, despite Donna's rejection, the animal insisted, climbing onto the bed again and again.

“Angie…” she sighed when the puppet also climbed onto the bed, settling into her favorite spot, between you two. “Go away, and take that furry thing with you.”

“No! If he stays, so do I,” the doll said, pushing you. “Get away, silly.”

You laughed in amusement, shaking your head.

“Well, it looks like we have company tonight,” you commented, letting your pet lay down net to you.

Donna groaned and turned around.

“Just tonight, you hear me?” she hissed, turning off the light.

“Yes, yes…” you said amused, closing your eyes.

Of course, that warning didn’t come to pass.

The days passed and the nights stopped being little, solitary moments just for Donna and you, well, almost all of them.

It seemed that the lady in black was slowly adapting to the animal, but a show of affection on her part was still just a fantasy.

One afternoon, you and Donna were reading quietly. Your body on hers lovingly, her breathing calm, everything was perfect. The lady in black turned the pages while caressing your hair, giving you soft kisses from time to time, kisses followed by tender giggles, sincere smiles.

But, also from time to time, the lady looked up, observing Bubbles, who sat in front of you, looking at you with curiosity, almost without moving. Donna looked at him briefly and went back to her reading, moving uncomfortably.

That gesture was repeated several times, which made you have to hold back your laughter.

“Your cat won't stop looking at me,” Donna whispered, frowning, watching the animal over her book.

“He probably finds you curious,” you said, leaning a little closer to her. “Don't pay attention to him.”

“Curious?” she asked, turning the page while you shook your head.

“Hey, I wasn't finished yet,” you protested, returning the book to its previous page. “Are you actually reading?”

“It's hard for me to read with those eyes piercing through my soul,” she commented, with a serious voice, looking at the animal whenever she could.

“Donna...” you sighed, kissing her cheek, a gesture that finally managed to get a tender smile from the lady in black. “You know I love you, right?”

“Not as much as I do,” she whispered with a sweet voice, emphasized by her subtle accent, one that you adored. “Ti amo così tanto…”

“Mm,” you purred amused, rubbing your head on her shoulder with a tender smile, closing your eyes. “You have to teach me to speak Italian…”

“Mm?” she murmured, curious, running her free hand over your body, bringing you a little closer to her. “Do you want to learn?”

“Yes, I would really like to be able to say those beautiful words you say,” you whispered, sighing relaxedly. Donna looked at you and nodded, kissing you briefly on the lips.

“A language is neither pretty nor ugly, (Y/N). The important thing about words is the feelings with which you say them,” she commented, sighing too, without looking at you, with her eye fixed on the book.

“Oh, is that the first lesson?” you asked amused, biting your lip.

Donna nodded slowly, looking up, and startled.

“Hey, where did he go?” she asked in a different tone, sitting up.

“Who?” you asked, annoyed due to the lack of contact.

“Your, your cat, where is he? He was here just a moment ago,” the lady said, looking around.

“Leave him alone, he must have gotten bored of watching us read,” you said in a calm voice, burying yourself in her chest again.

“Mm,” she murmured, changing the calmness of her face to a tense one, with her one eye half-closed.

“Hey, get down from there!” Angie's screams interrupted that peaceful calm, that romantic moment.

The two of you looked at the source of them.

Apparently, Bubbles felt like doing some climbing, and had gone up onto one of the cupboards in the living room, walking dangerously among some of Donna's dolls.

“Cazzo…” the lady growled, closing the book and approaching the cupboard. “Come down from there!”

You stood up a bit worried. Bubbles was certainly not the most agile cat in the world.

“Bubbles,” you said, approaching slowly. “Come down, come on,” you ordered the animal, pointing to the floor.

The cat, as if he wanted to make fun of you, meowed, licking one of his paws and continuing on his way.

“Oh, no…” Donna said, running towards the furniture when that furry body dangerously passed by one of the dolls, causing it to fall.

The brunette picked it up before it crashed to the floor and, after that, many others fell.

With almost impossible juggling, the lady in black picked up each of those four dolls, having to throw herself to the floor to pick up the last one.

You and Angie looked at each other briefly at Donna's funny moves and nodded, starting to clap.

“Bravo, Donna,” you said amused, under the intense gaze of the brunette, who played with the dolls in her arms.

“That was spectacular, Don,” Angie joked, clapping at the same time as you, in a comical way.

The lady growled, but before she could protest and get up from the floor, a furry ball landed on her stomach, making her protest.

“Ow!”

Bubbles, proud of his actions, rubbed his body against the brunette's face before leaving her body.

“Gatto…” she hissed, rubbing the spot where your pet landed while you, holding back your laughter, extended a hand to help her up.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” you asked amused, helping her put her dolls away from the cat claws that surrounded them.

“I'll be fine when that… Thing…” she mumbled, alternating unpleasant murmurs with what were surely insults in Italian.

“Well, there are no victims,” you commented amused, placing a hat on one of the dolls while the lady shook her dress.

“Teach that creature some manners!” Angie protested, pointing at the cat, which was once again looking at you with curiosity. “He almost killed my friends.”

“How dramatic,” you mocked, helping the brunette regain her composure. “I'm sorry, Donna.”

“You're sorry…” she growled. “Angie is right. You should train your pet better.”

“It's a cat, I can't stop him from wanting to climb on things,” you said, glancing sideways at the animal that seemed to starting to harass Angie.

“Donna!” the doll squealed, fleeing from his timid claws. “I'm not a toy!”

“Bubbles…” you sighed, rubbing your eyes as the cat chased the doll. “Come on, be a good cat.”

Your words, which normally had no effect, seemed to stop the animal, who meowed playfully, moving away from you when the doll, tired of being chased, distracted it with one of the wool balls, his favorite toy.

“Donna, are you okay?” you asked, placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder, who seemed to be putting the clothes on those dolls. She nodded reluctantly as you pulled her towards you.

“That cat... He's going to give me a lot of trouble,” she whispered, letting herself be comforted by your caresses.

“He still has to adapt,” you defended him. “It's not easy for him.”

“You've spoiled him, that creature needs rules,” the lady snapped, moving away from you a little so your charms wouldn't dazzle her again.

“Oh, come on…” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“My sister's cat had better manners,” she explained, crossing her arms.

“Did your sister have a cat?” you asked curiously.

Donna nodded with a frown.

“Yes,” the lady answered dryly.

You knew you couldn't insist, that her family was a dangerous subject, but you couldn't help it.

“I'm sure she spoiled it too, am I wrong?” you said with a haughty tone.

“It was on the grounds, we never let it to enter the house, my father didn't allow it,” Donna said, shaking her head. “It's where cats have to be.”

“What nonsense,” you said a bit annoyed.”-I'm sure your sister wanted it to be with her, didn't she?”

“That doesn't matter, the rules are the rules,” she said, with a tone that was darkening little by little.

“Yes, of course,” you sighed angrily, crossing your arms.

The lady didn't answer, as if she had suddenly remembered something, as if she had realized who she was talking about without meaning to. Her hand began to tremble and her eye opened as she blinked nervously.

“Oh, Donna... Donna...” you said in a different tone, observing the brunette's reaction, the trembling of her body and the erratic movements of her head. A condition that, unfortunately, you already knew. “Hey, Donna, my love...”

“Claudia!” she shrieked, furious, squeezing her head between her hands, shaking it effusively. “Claudia! È colpa mia!”

“No, no, no, no, darling, calm down...” you said nervously, putting a hand on her shoulders to reassure her, something that didn't work, as she pushed them away abruptly, kicking furiously.

“Claudia, perdonami, sorella!” Donna shrieked again, completely losing control, pulling at her hair as she growled angrily. “Claudia, tesoro!”

“Donna, no, no, hey, don't do that, stop, my love…” you said hastily, fighting against her grip. “It's okay, my love, I'm with you, it wasn't your fault.”

“Chiudi il becco!” she shouted, pushing you away furiously, with one eye shining with the madness of her soul. “È colpa mia! Mia!”

“No, darling, it's not true, it was an accident, remember?” you said in a soft voice, unable to handle that crisis.

“Look what you've done, stupid! Donna's nervous again!” Angie protested, helping you calm her owner's madness, something impossible.

“No, no, lasciami! Lasciami stare!” the lady shrieked, slowly lowering herself to the floor, crawling along it as if she was running away from something, from her own demons.

“Donna,” you said, also lowering to the floor and putting a hand on the wall so Donna wouldn't hit her head against it. “Shhh, darling, please come to your senses. Donna, my love… I'm here with you.”

“Sono una stupida… Stupida!” The mad lady kicked while the cat, apparently unaffected by the screams, approached her.

“Shit… Bubbles, not now…” you said fearfully watching how the animal approached the lady, looking at her curiously. “Go, please…”

The animal didn’t listen. He simply walked elegantly towards Donna, climbing up her body, purring strangely.

“Bubbles…”you said with a nervous look, watching as he settled on her chest with a soft meow, rubbing against her face.

Donna stood still, breathing heavily, but making no effort to push the animal away, in fact, her hand moved to the black fur, caressing it with a trembling hand.

Her breathing miraculously calmed as her hand ran along the animal’s back, which seemed not to want to leave her, rubbing affectionately against her, soothing her tormented soul.

“Wow…”you sighed, watching as Donna’s gaze stopped being erratic, as her eye returned to its usual shine.

The cat purred triumphantly, briefly licking the brunette’s face before climbing down from her body with a discreet meow.

“(Y/N)… What?” the doll maker stammered, blinking in confusion. “Gods…”

“Oh, Donna, my love… How are you feeling?” you asked, ignoring Bubbles and grabbing your girlfriend's face, looking for possible wounds or scratches.

“F-Fine, I think,” she murmured, blinking nervously and turning her head towards the cat who, with a graceful movement, climbed onto the couch to take a well-deserved nap.

“Okay, up,” you said, helping her up and running a hand over her forehead. “You're soaked, honey… I'll prepare a hot bath for you, would you like it?”

She nodded, her gaze fixed on the cat, who was licking himself disinterestedly.

Well, crisis over. You didn't expect Bubbles' help, of course, but apparently, it was one of the reasons that made the lady regain her sanity, something admirable, of course.

After the hot bath, it was time to make dinner. Donna hummed quietly in the kitchen while you, having nothing better to do, kept her company.

“You look fine,” you commented, leaning on the wooden counter. She smiled tenderly, stirring something in a small pot.

“Yes, I'm much better, thank you, (Y/N),” she whispered gratefully, focused on the kitchen, as always.

“What are you cooking?” you asked, hugging her around the waist.

Donna, after kissing you quickly, pointed with her head to a bowl with a salad.

“Do you fancy some?” she asked in a low voice. You nodded curiously, looking again at that small pot.

“Yes, of course,” you said, pointing to its contents. “Boiled chicken?”

“Yes,” Donna replied, turning off the gas.

“Well, I prefer grilled chicken for salads,” you commented, scratching the back of your neck.

Donna laughed, shaking her head.

“It's not for us, tesoro,” the lady said, picking up a clay bowl, one you already knew, one with a name engraved on it. “It's for Bubbles.”

“For Bubbles?” you asked suspiciously.

“Yes,” Donna said, nodding slightly.

“Oh...” you murmured. “Wow, it's the first time you call him by his name and not a furry thing, or a vermin, or a scratch-everything monster or...”

“I admit that I have to thank him, he's helped me a lot,” she said, sighing. “You know, before, when... I lost, I lost my temper.”

You nodded with a smile as she prepared that delicious reward lunch.

“Honestly, I didn't know he was good at it,” you commented, tilting your head.

“Me neither,” she whispered, winking at you. “But hey, I think he deserves a reward. Will you help me?”

You nodded a bit confused, but you obeyed.

“Kitty?” Donna asked with a radiant smile, looking for the feline around the house and showing the bowl with his food. “Look what I have for you.”

“Bubbles?” you called him, something that wasn't necessary, because, as soon as he heard Donna's voice, he walked quickly towards her.

“That's it... Good cat...” the lady said, bending down to run a hand over his head, something the animal thanked with a meow while purring, looking at the bowl curiously. “Do you like chicken, little one?”

“Oh, sure,” you said amused, putting your plates on the table. “He likes anything.”

The cat rubbed itself on your lover's legs while she, laughing shyly, approached you, closely followed by the hungry Bubbles, who licked his lips with pleasure.

“That's it... Good kitty, I hope you eat it all, huh?” Donna said affectionately.

You frowned and looked at Angie, who shrugged with a gesture of disgust.

“Damn manipulative beast...” the doll whispered. “Look at that…”

You obeyed, watching the affection your pet gave to the lady in black as she served him his reward, one that he gladly accepted, of course.

“Donna,” you said, drawing the attention of the brunette, who looked at the black cat with curiosity. “Are you coming to dinner or should I serve you another bowl?” you joked.

She stood up nodding, smiling at the cat and sitting in her chair.

“Is that chicken?” Angie asked, pointing at the feeder. Donna and you looked at each other and nodded. “How lucky, Your Majesty! Hey, Donna, Donna, you've never done anything like that to me!” the puppet protested, tugging at her owner's black dress.

“You don't have a stomach,” Donna murmured, elegantly serving you a glass of wine.

“No, well… But, but I've helped you more times than that furball,” the doll defended herself, looking up and down at the feline, who was licking his delicious food, looking at Angie with curiosity.

“Don't be jealous,” you joked, of course, causing an annoyed gasp from the puppet, who protested by kicking the floor.

“Jealous? Donna, I think we need to talk,” Angie said, crossing her arms while Bubbles sniffed her. “Hey, get away! Get away!”

The cat meowed curiously, licking Angie briefly, something that calmed her protests.

“Did you see that?” the doll asked. Donna smiled and looked at her, nodding. “It's adorable!”

“Wow, your mind changes quickly,” you teased, continuing with your dinner as the puppet cautiously ran a wooden hand over the cat, who rubbed himself against her, causing Angie to fall comically.

“Oh…” Angie moaned, getting up and wrapping her arms around the cat, something the animal didn't protest about, but instead meowed happily. “He loves me too.”

That was a turning point.

Miraculously, everything changed after that horrible crisis. You couldn't say why, whether it was because of Bubbles' loving altruism, or because Donna had already gotten used to his presence, but... Everything seemed different.

The lady in black seemed much less bothered by the black cat, in fact, she no longer protested every time he got on the couch, or every time he approached her to play.

You even started to get a little jealous. Yes, he was your cat, but mysteriously, he increasingly preferred the company of the lady in black, even Angie’s. It didn't bother you at all, although many times those hands that caressed you stopped doing so, moving on to your pet's black fur.

Well, of course your love continued to burn as always, only that, in addition to an irreverent doll, in your routine, there was always Bubbles, eager to receive Donna's displays of affection, as well as her delicious special meals.

You couldn't compete with a boiled chicken or desalted tuna, you just couldn't.

“Bubbles...” you said, one morning, spending your time with clay while Donna was working on her dolls in the basement.

Everything seemed normal but... There was something strange in the house, or rather, there wasn't something.

Bubbles, although dazzled by Donna, was still your faithful companion, one who stayed by your side while you worked. That day you couldn't find him and you started to worry.

“Where are you?” you asked, getting up from the lathe and looking under the chairs. Nothing, no sign of the cat. Your gaze went to the doll, which seemed distracted, wandering around the house like she always do. “Angie...”

You growled nervously.

Yes, the puppet had also gotten used to the cat, but it was a terribly jealous doll, she cared day after day to prove it to you, to remind you that you had "stolen her Donna."

She had no reason to hurt the animal, in fact you thought she had already gotten used to its presence but, deep down, you feared she had carelessly (or on purpose) let it out of the mansion.

“What do you want, silly?” the doll asked, annoyed by your interruption.

“Where is Bubbles?” you asked, crossing your arms and stamping your feet impatiently.

“Do I look like a zoo keeper? I don't know where he is,” Angie said, with the same cocky gesture as you.

“Ugh…” you protested, walking through the house. Nothing, no sign of the cat, again.

Scared that it had escaped, you started to get nervous, walking quickly towards the elevator.

“Donna, Donna,” you said hurriedly, opening the doors of the workshop.

The lady turned around a bit surprised, bringing a finger to her lips.

“Shh,” she hissed at you, making you roll your eyes.

“Hey, I know you don't like me disturbing you but…” you said in a calmer voice, walking towards her. “I can't find Bubbles. I don't know if that evil doll has something to do with it but…”

Your words faded away when the lady in black turned more, showing you a black lump that camouflaged itself with her dress. Bubbles, that traitor cat, slept peacefully on her lap, something he didn't do even with you.

“Oh, I don't believe it…” you sighed in disbelief, being reprimanded again by a brusque gesture from the lady.

“Hey, lower your voice, tesoro, you're going to wake him up…” she whispered, running her hand over the cat's head, who purred at the contact.

You blinked several times and shook your head.

“I can't believe it,” you murmured with a surprised expression. “I thought Bubbles was totally forbidden to come down here.”

“Well…” she whispered, smiling at the animal with a tender look. “He's insistent…”

“Yes, and a treacherous manipulator too,” you joked, petting him.

Donna laughed, shaking her head and showing you what she was working on.

“Look, tesoro, I'm making a little bed for him,” the lady said, proudly. “We can put it in the bedroom, what do you think?”

“What do I think?” you asked amused, bending down to kiss her cheek. “I think I love you, Donna.”

Well, at least Bubbles was now a member of the family, an important one for all of you.

[matryoshka-writes]

Overwatch male matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea

Thank you

Hello dear~♡ Thank you for the submission!

I match you with:

Lucio

♡ First thing that caught his eye was your kindness towards others, it was that one thing that made him fall for you really fast. Lucio was the one to initiate the conversation first since he noticed how shy you were...it was adorable to him.

♡ Once you two grew closer he would flirt with you by physical touch while also making sure that you are comfortable with him. He would play music for you or joke and laugh with you to ease up your shyness and awkwardness.

♡ He accidentally learned the fact that you sing when you are alone and he absolutely fell in love with your voice. Lucio would encourage you to sing along while he plays his music.

♡ Lucio is a very energetic guy that radiates positive aura, and every time he is in the room somehow he always manages to make you smile and feel more confident. He can read you well and knows when you are feeling self-conscious so he would constantly shower you with compliments such as how beautiful you are or how your voice makes his heart flutter.

♡ His love language is definitely gift giving. He would constantly shower you with small trinkets he bought while he is out on the missions, at this point you have like ten keychains from various countries he had visited. Besides the gift giving he loves complimenting you always, your smile brightens his day.

♡ Lucio is well aware of your disorder, he made sure to research a lot about it so he could help you out as much as he could. Every time you feel headache he would rush to give you pain killers while holding you in his embrace giving you kisses on the forehead.

♡ Your interests in various books, video games and other things intrigues him. He is a gamer himself and watches some of the anime so he would sometimes have date nights with you where you two are snuggled up in a fluffy blanket while watching your favorite anime together, or playing your favorite video games. He would ask you about your current favorite things and learn about them for you.

♡ Lucio definitely sings for you while his eyes are lost into yours, he is a big eye contact guy which makes him feel even closer to you.

♡ He would compose music that is dedicated to you very often, it was one of the primary ways of showing his love and dedication for you. Sometimes he would overwork himself because of it, he is a man of dedication.

♡ Lucio is quite an extroverted guy, however he finds you introverted personality very adorable. He would often invite you to parties and if you feel overwhelmed or don't want to go he would stay by your side...the parties aren't the same when you are not there, so instead you two would settle for a date watching anime or playing video games.

Dividers by cafekitsune

[whaleofatjme1920]

Hello love! I was hoping to get a matchup with a creepypasta if that’s okay!

I stand at 5’2. Short I guess. I have Dyed black hair and brown eyes. They are almond shaped, like a cat eye. I have brown skin, that’s still brown but my undertone is yellowish now because of my severe vitamin d deficiency and anemia. I have curly hair that’s almost shoulder length. I have a lot of natural volume so it’s fluffy and wild most of the time! I’m on the chubby side, and have triple d’s.

I HAVE A COFFEE ADDICTION. I have to lay off the coffee so right now I’m on decaf, it’s not really giving what it was supposed to give but that’s fine.

I’m always sleepy! Low Vitamin D! Even though I’m always sleepy I never actually go to sleep so I’m always like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s pretty much how I can describe it... I know it’s bad.

My pronouns are She/Her

My family describes me as pretty blunt, a natural hothead. I really don’t mess with anyone but will be extremely emotional if you mess with me unwarranted. I have chronic GAD, which I feel like my diagnosis should be something else. I regularly deal with depression, it’s hard but chronic. Undiagnosed, but I’ve been feeling like that for at least 3 years now so :)

I AM A HUGE DC FAN. Seriously it’s a problem. I love anime, I watch all sorts of movies, mostly thrillers and true crime stuff. My earphones are attached to be every second of the day, so much so that I feel wrong if I don’t have them in! I dress mostly in comfortable clothes, jogging pants and graphic tee’s. My hair is almost always colored, I’ve had all types of hair colors (red,pink,split green and purple) but I’m sticking with my sleek jet black for now!

I’m always singing, ALWAYS. Every Beyoncé, Ariana, and Maggie Lindemann album is playing. I listen to all genres, even if it’s not in English (French music does something to me.)

As far as my sexuality I don’t know.. in all seriousness so go ahead and do what matches best in your opinion.Basically anything sexual is fine with me, I guess you would call me submissive but?? I love cuddles, hugs from behind. I’m really affectionate, I’m always hugging and cuddling my dogs!

Some people think that I’m quite intimidating but I don’t know why? It’s always women, too. Men get uncomfortable too, but women are the most honest about it.

I hope that this isn’t too much! Thank you! (I also adore your works you deserve all the love)

Oh love bug I am absolutely heartbroken to tell you that I no longer do matchups. My sincerest apologies, I really need to update that section and will do so post haste now that this has happened again.

I am so, so sorry omfg—. Just glossing over this, if I had to match you with someone? You gave me really strong Masky energy.

Again, my sincerest apologies, and thank you a thousand times for the compliments.

[the-fiction-witch]

Submission p11 make my kitten all pretty

REAL LIFE SUBMISSION

COUPLE TBS X READER

RATING SMUT AF

I giggled as I stood over the bed trying to lay out an outfit for today, but nothing quiet matched together. I heard the door creak open a little bit more and Thomas Leant on the door frame with his towel around his waist his arm on the door frame.

"That was very rude kitten"

"what was?" I asked innocently 

"I thought you where my little kitten?" He smirked coming over "and I was your master? why do you keep denying me?"

"You said you would wait" 

"I did, but... stripping naked and grinding all over me? sucking my cock? jerking my cock in the bath? grinding all over me while we shared a bath?" He smirked "That seems a lot like you want it my pet" He smirked 

"well, not today Thomas"

"Fine" he sighed going to get dressed "Then stop teasing me kitten" He smirked slapping my butt 

"Maybe"

"Maybe? No. I'm your master do as your told" He warns 

"Maybe"

"Just because I love my little kitten doesn't mean I'm above spanking her when she's being a little brat" He warned as he dressed

"Yes master" I blushed

"That's better"

"Thomas?"

"Umm?"

"Can you pick my clothes for me?" I whined "You always make me look so pretty"

"Awww of course I will pet" He smiled as he did the belt on his jeans up giving my cheek a kiss  "You go make master another cup of coffee and I'll pick my kitten out a nice outfit" He says so I nodded wrapping my towel around me tighter and going down making him a coffee as best I could still getting the hang of this complicated machine, I went upstairs and saw he had laid out a cute little outfit for me, my bunny slippers, my thigh high black and white striped socks, my pink crotch less panties, my white long sleeve fluffy shirt and black pinafore dress with cat ears and a cute kawaii face on the front pocket

"Coffee" I smiled Handing him his cup

"There's the little angel bringing my coffee" he smiled taking it from me and giving my head a kiss. "Thank you pet"

"Your welcome, thank you for my outfit" I smiled 

"You're welcome," he smirked "Now, how about I make my kitten all pretty?" he suggested pulling me into his chest 

"Okay" I blushed

"Perfect" He smirked tugging my towel off me letting it drop to the floor "First things first. Lets make that skin beautifully smooth" he smirked pushing me on the bed he took some bottles from the side and knelt down gently rubbing the lotions and various moisturizer on my skin he began with my feet rubbing them to relax me he moved to my ankles and slowly up my legs all the while making my skin baby soft, He kissed my knees as he arrived there making sure to use alot on my knees "I want to make sure there nice and smooth... Don't want my little pet getting sore on her knees? Now do I?" He smirked moving up to rub my thighs "umm the higher I get the more beautiful you get" he whispered pressing kisses up my inner thigh even if I giggled he continued to rub in the soft sweet smelling lotions until his lips met my clit giving it a gentle kiss "ummmm kitten," he smirked pulling back licking his lips excitedly "you taste delicious" he growled "so wet, so sweet, please pet, master wants to eat you're pretty pussy" he smirked

I was unsure honestly I didn't know if I wanted him too or not but he was so excited and I know he wanted to do badly so I nodded he smirked more pushing my legs apart and moving one leg over his shoulder as he attacked me with kisses and licks, he ate me like he had been born to do so, knowing somehow all my little spots and all the most pleasurable places I needed his tongue, we would go slow when I needed and fast too often changing his speed, position oe From licks and kisses and to sucks to keep me interested and yet never expecting what he was going to do, he kissed me so passionately and lustfully each kiss brimming with desire, he would often moan and groan against me until he pulled back and wiped his mouth why the back of his hand "ummmm as much as I wanna keep going kitten, as much as I... Need to make my pet cum, there's more of you that needs attention" he smirked kissing up my stomach rubbing in more lotions and such until he met with my breasts he rubbed soft lotion all over them making sure his hands got to grope and fondle everything he wanted, he finished up with my neck and my arms holding my hands and kissing my neck "you, are, the, most, beautiful, thing, in, the, world, kitten" he said kissing between each word till he pulled back looking at me naked laid on his bed my pussy glistening from his earlier kisses he looked like he wanted me, like he wanted to take me, make me his, destroy me on his bed, looking over me like a predetor over perfect prey, like a vampire about to divhour a victim, but then his words surprised me "turn over" I was confused but did as he asked turning over to lay on my stomach he moved my hips up a little so my butt was odd the bed and I could hear his smirk "ummmm you look so good, so beautiful, my little kitten, my sweet pet." He cooes rubbing lotion all over my shoulders, my back and down to my ass he grabbed it firmly making sure to rub all over to rub it all in, fondling and groping like he did my breasts he moved closer and I could feel his hard cock in his jeans rubbing against my exposed pussy, he seemed to be focusing on rubbing my butt and the small of my back going back and forth between the two, his grains getting louder, more often and more desperate, "ughhh! I wanna fuck you so bad, I wanna wreck my pets pretty pussy, ummmm! Why do you do this to me!"

"Do what?" I asked

"Make me this way, ummm look what your doing to me, I can't sleep, I can't think, you love teasing me don't you pet, winding me up, why? Do you like to watch me suffer? Or are you just winding me up more and more until I finally snap"

I couldn't help but giggle feeling him rubbing up against me

"Umm just say it. Say you'll let me kitten"

"You said you wouldn't" I reminded

"Kitten, look at me, look at yourself, you want me as badly as I want you" he smirked giving my clit a kiss

"You said you wouldn't" I repeated

"Umm! Fine, don't say I didn't warn you"

"You need to finish making me pretty" I smirked

"Your right pet, I do" he smirked his hands returning to rubbing in even more lotion but as he was prepping I heard a noise, a belt undoing and jeans unzipping "ummmmm kitten, kitten, kitten" he groans I couldnt feel him touching me at all but I heard a noise an unmistakable noise and without even turning to see him I knew what he was doing, I was in shock but blushing hard at the meet realization of what he was doing to himself, he was masturbating over me "uhhh! Ughhh! Kitten! Kitten!" He moans and I felt his seed sputter across my back and ass, once he had a little breath he kissed my shoulder and rubbed it all in like he did the lotion "let's get you dressed, before I really do snap" he smirked slapping my ass before he moved and flipped me back over to face him

"Hi" I blushed

"Hi, you've only got a couple more of those" he warns slowly pealing my socks onto my legs

"Of what?"

"Chances like that kitten, you keep misbehaving, I won't keep stopping myself" he warns "your all mine, start acting like it" he smirked slipping my panties on he smirked hard at the look the two creatured the crotchless panties and my thigh highs "you keep teasing me, I'll tie you to the bed all week has have my way with you how and whenever I want" he warns helping me slip my skirt and dress on "and I'm not finishing you" he warns getting up doing his jeans back up and heading to the door

"Why not?" I asked innocently a little unhappy the bubbles in my tummy where going to be left like this

"So you know how I feel" he winked before going downstairs to make a coffee.

[fairydust-stuff]

Tape  Banana Ash & Yut Lung fan fiction

Warning this is a hurt comfort fic with implied Non con and Major character death though no more then the actual show. It also has one of the most fluffy dark endings, i've written.

“ Ah Mr Lee what a pleasant surprise,might i ask the reason for this call”

Ash, Eiji, Ibe and Max are huddled around taking advantage of the fact Ash bugged Golzine’s private phone while he was in the manor so now they could hear all of his calls. They heard a couple about Banana Fish but this one was interesting to say the least.

“ You know exactly why I'm calling…..” Yut Lung sounds on the verge of a breakdown. Ash would be lying if he wasn’t enjoying hearing him squirm.

“ I see you received my video then” Golzine says casually.

“ There’s no need for this…. sneakiness between allies” Yut Lung argues.

“ This of it as a lesson an elder educating a youngster on proper respect,” Golzine replies.

“ I apologize if my pursuing Ash without your leave offended you in any way” Yut Lung was all charm.

“ All is forgiven as long as you’ve learned to be a little less arrogant” Golzine promises.

“ I’ll try it appears i have much to learn,” Yut Lung says with forced humbleness.

“ I want complete use of your men, you don’t get involved unless I call for you. Also i want more frequent meetings between us” Golzine demands.

“ Of course and i presume this mishap will go away?” Yut Lung presses

“ Yut Lung you shouldn’t presume anything” there’s a cruel glee in Golzine’s tone.

The group disengages at the dial tone.

“ So Golzine has some kind of black mail material on him now, that’s karma” Max laughs.

Eiji is wearing that cute devilish grin of his.

“ Maybe he got caught embezzling funds from the foundation. Either way it may reveal some weakness we can exploit” Ash says

“Can you hack him?” Ibe asks

Ash smiles darkly “ Oh i can do better” he dials a number on his phone

“ Hello Sing, you wouldn’t happen to know Yut Lung’s password for his private account?”

“ Try Cao Zhi, he’s one of Yut Lung’s favorite poets,” Sing suggested. Ash did, nothing “ Anything else?” he asked

“ Song of Everlasting Sorrow?” Sing said with a shrug

“ Still nothing” Ash responds.

“ Despair and Courage” said Sing after a moment.

“ Bingo, thanks Sing!” Ash said

“ After what he did to my guys, i want to see that shit fall” Sing said.

Ash hangs up taking note of some stuff to check out later he finds the video and clicks on it.

Golzine and what appears to be Yut Lung ranting around his own dining room clearly drunk.

“ That’s the blackmail” Ash feels very disappointed

“ Given how arrogant that guy is it does make sense” Eiji says.

“ Maybe we can get a few laughs out of it” says Max, trying to look on the bright side.

“ Or at least something to annoy him next time he kidnaps me” Eiji brings up.

“ Woah a drunk little cat” one of Dino’s men cackles

“ Not a cat, i’m a snake” Yut Lung hisses at Dino, the group laughs.

“ Do you always consume this much wine?” Golzine asks pleasantly

“ i feel sad a lot” Yut Lung replies “ wine make it better,” he adds with a bitter laugh.

“ Why are you sad?” Golzine asks in a concerned tone

“ I don’t like Eiji, stupid, Eiji” he pouts.

“ Oh” Golzine says.

“ You stare a lot, your old enough to be my grandpa. Dad old enough to be mom’s grandpa” Yut Lung laughs again bitterly.

“ Your mother was young then” Golzine says

“ Where’s Sing?” He asked quietly

“ He abandoned you for Ash” Golzine says with false sympathy.

“ I liked Sing” Yut Lung says “ Why Sing leave me for Ash” he whispers.

“ Ash is better then you”Golzine says patiently then goes on a rant about Ash as his wonderful creation that makes Ash want to break the screen.

“ hate him for it” Yut Lung admits “ i kinda like him” he adds.

“ You like Ash?” Golzine asks

“ He doesn’t like me” Yut Lung says somberly he stumbles and Golzine catches him.

“ Easy there lets sit down” he leads a wobbly Yut Lung to the large sofa.

Where Blanca?” Yut Lung asks him

“ You dismissed him you were angry, he only wanted to help Ash” Golzine says.

“ I want Blanca” Yut Lung tries to leave the parlor and one of Golzine’s goons locks the doors. “ Let me ou….” One of Dino’s men covers his mouth and drags him back to the couch

“ Now, we were having fun. Here you like wine right” Dino pours him another glass. Ash suddenly feels a pit in his stomach suddenly remembering that Yut Lung is younger than him by at least two years. Why the hell did that never occur to him till now.

“ I don’t like you” Yut Lung insists but he takes another glass, his hands shake slightly.

“ So your a pretty liar then” Golzine says, taking one of his hands and rubbing it against his face. Yut Lung yanks it out of his grip.

Golzine looks at him amused “ I prefer you like this, you're usually so cold and aloft ” he says.

“ I wanna go” Yut Lung tries to get up but Golzine pushes him down.

“ Shhhhh” he undoes Yut Lungs hair, the camera zooms in it hits Ash one of Dino’s creeps is filming, this was planned.

“ No brothers dead no more” Yut Lungs tries to shove him off.

“ Your not strong like Ash just a trembling, broken mess” Golzine smiles viciously “ I saw through your little mask from the beginning” he pauses “ I was going to let you keep it, as long as you played nice but you had to be a brat”

“ Here hold the camera” says a cold voice Ash feels a chill run down his spine at the sound of the man from the gay bar. He’s wearing a mask but Ash knows that voice anywhere.

“ Get away from me! H…..” Yut Lung goes ballistic at the sight of him, Dino gags him.

“ Mr Golzine that makes it less fun” The man complains.

“His men are outside as long as he doesn’t call they won’t come.” Golzine says. “ Its the Lee way to only obey direct orders”

“ I’m afraid Mr Lee I'm the reason you're in this predicament, see Mr Golzine wanted to get back at you and as someone who’s observed his allies. I noticed your quite the alcoholic, I prompted him to take advantage of your vice” he purrs, touching the boys cheek. Yut Lung tries to bite him.

“ Incredible so much viciousness in something so delicate and soft to the touch” the man says.

“ He’s nothing compared to Ash Lynx” Golzine scoffs.

“ Still, I will enjoy him, why limit myself to one type of prey?” the man smiles savagely “ And after i’m done with him you’ll be aching for his tight little body”

“ True” Golzine laughs “ I love nothing more than a beautiful boy in distress”

Max slams his hand on the pause button looking furious. This knocks Ash out of horrified stupor enough to close the laptop completely.

No one says a dam word awkward silence fills the room. Ash should have suspected he knew Dino but Yut Lung had always seemed so icy and vicious, un touchable.

“ He’s like you” Cain and Sing had said. Maybe Ash had projected too much of his own unstoppable raging beast onto the other boy. Yut Lung had worn the mask well better then even Ash ever had. Everyone looked at each other waiting for someone to say something.

“ Its all my fault” Eiji gasps “ At the manor the night Shorter died, Dino had me and Yut Lung in his bed he was going to…….but then the phone rang” he tears up “ I was so confused he seemed so calm about it…..i didn’t understand”

“ Eiji its not your fault” Ibe insisted.

“ I didn’t want to understand!” Eiji says quietly.

“ Its mine, I knew he was like me,” Ash confessed. “ That’s why its so easy for me to hate him” the blond confesses.

“ No! It's no one's fault but the bastards who touched you! My god at least fifteen in Golzine’s bed. I don’t even want to think about how young he started doing that” Max exclaimed. Ash calls up Sing again “ Hey did you find anything” the boy asks

“ I want it gone, take your guys break into Golzine’s manor delete, smash every trace of that video” Ash orders.

“ Did that snake capture Eiji again?” Sing sighs.

“ No its just a really bad video Sing, one i would never use against an enemy” Ash insists.

“ That bad huh?” Sing replies. “ Ash did someone hurt Yut Lung?” he asked tightly

“ You sound almost concerned,” Ash says.

“ I know he hurt my guys but i just don’t like the thought of anyone harming him” Sing confessed. Ash flashed back to a drunken Yut Lung asking for Sing.

“ i think several people hurt him” Ash says after a moment

“ I think so too” Sing said sadly. “ I’ll get my guys on it” he added...

Ash cannot distract himself from waiting for the phone call confirming the mission was a success. He practically jumps to answer the phone when it rings “ Confirmed?” He asks quickly.

“ We ran into some trouble. Golzine increased his security since we last broke in, then Blanca showed up. He really saved our asses. Yut Lung sent him to do exactly what we were doing” Sing explained “ That guy is so cool!” the fourteen year old starts rambling about Blanca.

Of course Yut Lung wouldn’t just take his assault lying down like a good boy. He'd act sweet and submissive then use his resources to gain the upper hand. We really are quite similar.

“ Did you get everything?” Ash asks a bit impatiently

“ Yeah do you want the camera?” Sing asks seriously

“ Yes” Ash says after a moment. “ Sing do you know Yut Lung’s number?” he asked

Sing tells him and Ash dials.

“ Blanca is that you?” Yut Lung asks tentatively

“ Its Ash, I have your camera” Ash here’s a sharp exhale on the other end of the line.

“ At least your demands won’t be as heinous as Golzine’s” Yut Lung sounds more calm now. “ Banana fish? Me to leave Eiji alone? Use of my men? Helping you disappear?” he lists

“ A meeting” Ash says

“ Alright makes more sense to do it in person” Yut Lung responds casually. They set a time and a place…

“ Welcome Ash Lynx normally i’d greet you in the parlor but….” Yut Lung trails off.

“ You can't step foot in that room without flashbacks” Ash realizes as he stands in the dining room.

“ Please sit can i get you a drink or would you like to proceed?” Yut Lung asks

Ash hands him the camera Yut Lung gapes at him in silence. “ You’d give up your leverage for nothing” he says quietly.

“ When i was ten i had several of these videos. I’d have given anything for one person not to have put them up” Ash responds.

Yut Lung takes the camera and says “ Well at least this inconvenience is over with?” his tone is light.

“ What happened last night was not an inconvenience, it was rape and its happened to you and i multiple times” Ash states bluntly.

“ Stop ok, it was just something that happens in our world!” Yut Lung insists

“ That doesn’t make it right” Ash argues.

“ It was my fault, I shouldn't have gotten drunk around Papa Dino” Yut Lung says brokenly.

“ I ran away from home and accepted a ride from a stranger. We all make mistakes, sometimes those mistakes are costly. That doesn’t mean the bastards that hurt us aren’t the ones responsible” Ash argues.

“ I think this is the most we’ve said to each other” Yut Lung says thoughtfully.

Ash looks at him “ Want to smash the camera?” he asked

“ Together, for your ten year old self” Yut Lung responds.

“ Together, one, two three!” The two of them hurl the camera as hard as they can at the walls and proceed to stomp on it until the lens cracks and the frame breaks.

Then Ash’s phone rings “ Hello?” he asks

“ You little Lynx retrieving my camera like that” Golzine chuckles.

“ I’m not giving it to you bastard” Ash says calmly putting him on speaker.

“ No no hold on to your leverage just like I taught you. Do you want a piece of the action? I know how you like Asian boys” Dino continues.

“ Hello this is a piece of the action” Yut Lung says in his soft voice then he holds the phone up to the glass which he crushes under his foot.

“ You smashed up my camera you little whore!” Golzine growled

“ Considering your so hungry that you have to tie down young boys to get action. I’d say your the one who cannot go without” Ash taunts.

“ i hope you got something good out of it” Golzine grumbles.

“ I got nothing from it” Ash informs him.

“ But that’s not….”

“ Not what you’d do. You may have raised and fucked him up and i’ll admit some of your terrible teachings rubbed off on him, but Ash is not you. He’ll never be the kind of person who takes advantage of boys like me” Yut Lung said cooly.

Ash looked at him in surprise.

“ Looks like the kitten grew some claws” Golzine laughed “ You weren’t so gutsy last night, though you did make a lot of noise” he taunts.

“ So you molested me, so what? You and half of New York. I had claws long before then. If I didn't have claws I wouldn't have found a way to get through every abuse, you pathetic old perverts threw at me. I simply learned to sharpen the claws, i was born with” Yut Lung said boldly. Ash watched his face change into something darker

“ You have no claws, you're a sad old man chasing a teenage boy. He latched onto because, he was unable to deal with his own morality. You're not Ash’s greatest enemy, creator or father. You're just a pathetic little groupie obsessed with an idol. Since the Ash in your head doesn’t exist, the fact he chose to save me proves it”

“ I’ll kill you!” Golzine roars

“ Your not worthy of killing me” Yut Lung’s voice dripped with disdain, then he casually hung up on Golzine.

“ Did you just?” Ash was stunned

“ You’ve been feeding Dino’s ego this whole time with your campaign against him. I grew up with egoistic people , i’ve learned how their minds work” Yut Lung replied.

“ He still has to die” Ash pointed out.

“ I have an idea” Yut Lung said “ I need you to contact Blanca” he adds…

“ Rather rough Blanca” Yut Lung chides at the sight of a beaten Golzine hanging limply on the wall.

“ I failed to protect you just like i failed Ash” Blanca said remorsefully.

“ You helped me get the tape, you were there when it counted” Yut Lung put a hand on his arm.

“ Jeez Yue could you be more obvious!” Sing rolled his eyes

“ You're one to talk practically drooling in Ash’s wake” Yut Lung responded.

“ Sure you're not projecting?” Sing asks The two of them bicker until they're interrupted by Golzine’s groan.

“ Heeello!” Ash waves in a sarcastic cutesy way.

“ Ah so the creation destroys its creator and takes his place to build a great legacy” Golzine gloats.

“ Hi you piece of shit i’m Sing soo Ling” Sing says smacking his fists together

“ Doesn’t ring a bell” he said.

“ Shorter Wong was my cousin,” Sing said.

“ You mean that stupid street punk with the mowhawk” Golzine tastes his own blood. Sing gears up for another punch.

Yut Lung pulls Ash toward the door “ Come on Ash lets go get some ice cream” the blond looks at him as if he’s crazy but see’s the younger give him a trust me look. Then starts to follow him out.

“ What are you doing Ash? Your going to end me right?” Ash almost turns his head in Golzine's direction.

“ Keep walking” Yut Lung mutters Ash obeys him.

“ Ash isn’t going to be killing you, i am” Sing says, punching him again.

“ What i’m the great King Pin of New york, that’s all i get ended by some punk?” Golzine asks “ Ash, Ash?”

Ash continues to follow Yut Lung toward the door “ i overpowered you, i beat you down, i made you!” Golzine yells “ where are you going, you drunken slut?” he demands.

Yut Lung continues to lead Ash out “ You're not even going to watch, i’m your greatest enemy and you don’t even want to watch my demise?” Golzine asks

Yut Lung pauses“ Ash, i just remembered i have a hair appointment, we can do ice cream afterwards right?” he asked

“ Of course Yut Lung” Ash says then opens the door. “ Hair appointments, ice cream Ash Ash Ash Ash!” the blond slams the door shut.

“ I cann’t believe that worked” Ash says as a gunshot echoes from the other side of the door.

“ I told you, people with big ego’s hate being ignored” Yut Lung collapses against the door with relief, his face tight with tension, his body shaking.

“ You were really bothered by seeing him huh” Ash says.

“ I can still feel him all over” Yut Lung says “ I can even taste him” there’s a look of broken revulsion on his face. “ I couldn’t let him win through,” the younger boy insists.

“ You did good” Ash informs him.

“ He won’t be the last, there're so many bastards in our world and i’m trapped here with them. I tried to become like you, fierce, ruthless to never look back or hesitate. No matter what i still end up helpless at the mercy of some bigger beast” Yut Lung confesses.

“ Is that why you want me to kill you?” Ash asked him

“ You have a chance at freedom, that's why I hate you!” Yut Lung confesses tears drip down his cheek. “ You have the power to live freely, no matter what. My blood is always going to tie me to this Family. The only way i’m leaving this life is in a box”

Ash turns to him “ You can be the youngest mafia boss to retire in history. In exchange you stop tormenting Eiji and everyone” the blond stresses.

“ But how would i live? As much as i hate it, i’m codependent on my family’s wealth” Yut Lung admits.

" Leave that to me" Ash promises...

" i cann't believe i'm taking Yut Lung Lee to Japan?" Eiji sighs

" He'll blend in better then i would" Ash points out. " Lots of Chinese people live in Japan its not that unsual"

" He hates me and i'm not exactly fond of him either" Eiji points out.

" Too bad because i was thinking of adopting him" Ash says

Eiji stares at him in horror " don't even joke about that" he shutters.

" You get to boss him around big brother Eiji" Ash says.

" Since when did i agree to that?" Yut Lung scowls clutching his luggage a very small portion of the things he owned. He'd have to get used to the simple life, Eiji told him cheerfully.

" You go to Japan your under Eiji's care, so you have to obey him and Ibe" Ash says.

" What if they do something stupid like make friends with the Yakuza?" Yut Lung asks

" If that happens you are in change until i get there" Ash agrees after a long pause.

" Thank you Ash, for everything" Yut Lung tells him sincerely before stepping onto the train that will take them to the air port.

" I have to sort out some things here, then i'll join you two" Ash promises. He stands there and waves good bye to both of them.

" Don't be too long, i may start experimenting with putting certain herbs in Eiji Chan's tea" Yut Lung yells out the window!

" i heard that you little shit!" Eiji yells back

Ash laughs then turns and walks back to his concrete playground his phone rings " Hey honey just finishing up skinning a Foxx" the man says cheerfully.

 " Good " Ash hisses.

 " Need anything else while i'm in town?" Blanca asked him

 " i need your help with persuading a certain Chinese crime organization to let the head of the Lee family retire early, without a bullet to the head, got any ideas?" Ash asks him

[love-reverend-swanson]

The cat called Dutchess Van Der Linde

Rating: Teen and up audience

Pairing: VanDerMatthews

Tags: Dom/Sub, Sex, Training, BDSM, Dom!Hosea, Sub!Dutch

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Hosea and Dutch are in a deserted hut får away from preying eyes and ears. Dutch wear his red black colored collar. With a golden piece of metal where the black leash goes. The hook of the leash is also golden. Hosea is the only one who could dominate Dutch. He's always submissive to him when they're alone.

,,So Dutchess. Today I teach you how to wait and behave. You know the safe word right?"

,,Yes. Black Rose."

,,Well done. Say it and we stop immideatly. You know that.

,,Yes sir. I trust you." Dutch smiles.

Hosea smiles back.

,,Okay then."

,,Get on the bed pet. On your back. Spread your legs." Hosea commands.

,,Yes sir."

And with that Dutch do as he was told.

,,Good pet." Hosea praises him.

Then he tie his hands and legs to the bed frame. The legs are bend that Hosea can reach his hole too.

,,Alright?"

,,Yes sir." Dutch smiles.

Dutchess is already half hard. Then he gag his cat. But Dutch take it like a champ without complaining.

,,Good boy."

Then Hosea opens the lube and slik Three of his fingers. He slips one of them into Dutch's tight hole. The other man let out a whimper arround the gag. He fucks him with the finger, before he adds another one and start to scissor him loose. Dutch groans and start to wiggle in his restrains.

,,Shh relax. Patience my pet." Hosea whispers.

Dutch let out a whimper, but stop his movements. Oh boy. He need to really teach his cat some patience. After a while he add a third finger. His eyes water up and a jolt wnet trough Dutch's body. Then Hosea pull his fingers back, and slik the medium sized but blug with a black long fluffy cat tail. He slowly push it into Dutch's loose hole. Dutch moan in pain and pleasure around the gag in his mouth. Hm it looks so lovely. Dutchess also wears a black headband with big black fluffy car ears. Then Hosea sit down on the chair opposite of the bed. He has a good view on Dutch. Then he opens a book and start to read. He hear a frustrated groan from the bed.

,,Shhh big cat. Be patient and you get a reward." Hosea giggles.

The older man is still soft in his pants. He has a really good self control. In the corner of his eyes, he can see how Dutch start to wiggle again. He let out a deep grunt.

,,You want a reward pet?" Hosea asks.

,,Mhhmmhh." Dutch approves.

,,Then stay still and quiet big cat." Hosea warn.

Hosea can practically feel how Dutchess rolls with his eyes. And then he got it. Because for the rest of the next thirty  minutes he stays still and quiet. Only his fast and short erratic breathing is to hear. But that's fine. After ten more minutes, Hosea finally ose his book and lay it aside. Then he slowly get up.

,,See big cat. It wasn't that hard. Wasn't it?" Hosea smiles.

,,You did well. I'm proud of you. So proud." Hosea whispers.

Dutch's eyes light up with joy. He made his master proud. This fills him with joy.

,,Now. Be a good pet and make me hard will you? Then I can reward you."

Dutch nods wildly.

,,You want this really bad huh?"

Another nod. Then Hosea free Dutch's hands and legs. And then he pull the gag out. He lay the gag aside.

,,The plug stays big cat. Until I say so. Now get on your knees and suck Daddy's cock." Hosea command.

,,Yes sir."

Hosea and Dutch switch places. Now Hoseas laying on his back, and Dutch kneel between his legs with a low grunt and start immideatly to suck him of. Hosea take the leash into his right hand. And softly tug on it. This made Dutch swallow him whole in one go.

,,That's it big cat!" Hosea groans.

Dutch looks so fucking hot with that collar, cat ears and cat tail. He did it last time too. And since that Dutch turns into Dutchess the cat whenever they play. The collar is made out of fine and expensive leather. But it was totally worth it. The cat pulls back a bit to get some air. Then he immideatly deep throat him again. This time Hosea's half hard cock turn into a rock hard hard on immideatly.

,,Just like that pet. You suck daddy's cock so well. Ngh." Hosea moans.

The praises fuels Dutch to go faster. And then he deep throat Hosea again, but this time he stays there. With his nose buried in Hoseas groomed grey-silver pubic hair. He stays there for a while. But after two minutes he need to let him slip out of his mouth. He breaths in with a small cough.

,,You alright Dutchess?" Hosea ask a bit worried.

,,I'm fine." Dutch smiles.

Then he put kitten licks onto Hosea's sensitive head. A jolt went trough the older man. And then he pull Dutchess head back with his left hand on the back of the cats head. Dutch looks confused at Hosea. Did he do something wrong?

,,You did amazing pet. Now c'mere and ride daddy's cock will you?"

,,Of course daddy." Dutch moans eager.

Then he position himself over Hosea's cock. Hosea reach forward with his free hand and carefully pull the plug out to lay it down. Next to them. Dutch left a whimper at the loss. But he eagerly takes Hoseas cock in his hand. But Hosea stop him with a tug on the leash.

,,Slow boy. We have all the time of the world." Hosea whispers.

Dutchess nod. And then he slowly sit down on Hoseas thick and long cock with a long groan. He fills him so good. So deep and opens him so well. It feels amazing. Only when he's completely filled, and sits on Hoseas lap, the groan turns into a short moan and then into eratic pants. Hosea let out a sigh. Both man enjoy it. Dutch starts to ride Hosea slow. It takes all his power to bit slam himself down on Hoseas cock.

,,Mhhh that's it big cat." Hosea Sighs.

Dutch is a moaning and grunting mess. Hosea tucks on the leash, so that Dutch is laying on top of him now. Both man share a sloppy but intense kiss. Then Dutch sit up again, and slowly ride Hosea again. The older man can see how Dutch struggles to keep this slow pace.

,,You did so well for me pet. Go on."

Dutch looks surprised at him.

,,Thanks daddy." He moans.

And then he start to ride Hosea fast and wild. He's a moaning mess. It's way to good. And Hosea pants and gasps then and there. But even though he fucks him verry wildly, he managed that his daddy cums first. Hosea tumbles over the rge with a low groan. And Dutch follows right after. Cuming against his stomach and chest. After a while of heavy breathing, Dutch gets up. Hosea opens the collar and remove the cat ears. He place everything on the drawer next to the bed. Then he get up to clean them both. After that they cuddle tidly together in bed.

,,You did so good Dutch. You alright?" Hosea gasp.

,,Yes om alright. It was fun. I love it when you take control." Dutch say honest.

,,Good." Hosea smile.

Both share a tender kiss, before they fall asleep.

-

Hey,

I hope you like it. It's the first time I write something like that. Do pleas forgive me if it isn't that good.

[fan-clan-fun]

The New Clans

Got a few clans for my WIP, Nightpaw’s Prophecy.

Yay another submission! Let’s hear it!

CAVECLAN - hidden deep in the cave network it calls home. Regarded as paranoid, but for good reason (it has a history of being betrayed by its allies); very secretive and suspicious of outsiders. Has mainly very dark, rough fur and slight builds. Eats rats, bats, and the occasional unfortunate raccoon who wanders across them. Good at hunting in the dark, with night-eyesight even better than most cats’, and very good climbers. Camp is at the center of the cave network.

I love me a good old fashion cave dwelling clan. Sounds solid to me! You might include a little more diverse prey though, maybe this clan is odd because it is known for eating insects, like moths. Or maybe since they live primarily in caves and their prey is scarce, they practice a lot of night hunting and have a nocturnal life style?

MARSHCLAN - in the marsh directly next to CaveClan. Laid-back and friendly with outsiders; has the most kittypets of the New Clans. Calicos and torties are the most common for females, with darker pelts seen on males very often; stocky, with sleek fur. Eats frogs, fish, and turtles. Good at swimming and hunting smaller prey. Camp is on a small, broken up island in the middle of the marsh.

Pretty standard again. Not sure if you were planning on being genetically correct (you dont have to be!) but if you were, statistically about half the males would be ginger of some variety if most of the females were torties, since the mom could pass down either ginger or black-based genes to her kids. As for the clan itself, does their climate ever give them issues with precipitation, like flooding? If so how do they handle that?

LAKECLAN - beside a large lake. Seen as polite, but very cold towards outsiders; critical of kittypets, rogues, and anyone who accepts half-Clan cats. Pale pelts with curly fur; very small and sleek. Eats fish, small birds, and the occasional turtle or frog. Good at swimming and fishing. Camp is hidden in the reeds and cattails around the lake.

Ooo curly fur! Fun! Again, pretty standard, but since they live on a lake, do they ever deal with twolegs who might be fishing or camping nearby?

FORESTCLAN - obscured by thick undergrowth and towering deciduous trees. Holds strength in high regard and disapproves of weakness; has no patience for anyone with “conservative” attitudes, and has the highest amount of rogues among their ranks. Tall and broad, with fluffy pelts and darker shades of fur. Eats mice, birds, squirrels, and any smaller predators they can catch, including foxes, badgers, and birds of prey. Good at fighting, hunting predators, and surviving events that would decimate other clans. Camp is in a particularly thick patch that only the most determined can get through.

Sounds like they are a powerhouse. Sounds like they have a grudge against predators, any interesting stories there?

MEADOWCLAN - in a wide, open meadow surrounded by sparse woods. Loves nuclear families, strict gender roles, and heterosexuality; typically forces butch mollies to hunt and effeminate toms to care for kits, but otherwise keeps typical Western values. Long and lithe, with lighter pelts; gingers are very common, greys and silvers slightly less so. Good at hunting and having tons of kits at a time. Camp is underneath a weeping willow, next to a small river.

Part of me loves this and part of me is sad that they are so strict, but big families! Lots of kits! Also love me some wide open fields and clans that put them to good use. Also a camp by the weeping willow is quite the aesthetic, Im here for it. 

NOTES - ForestClan and MeadowClan, despite their differing beliefs about sexuality and gender roles, are occasionally allies; MeadowClan’s current leader, Rabbitstar, has a huge crush on ForestClan’s deputy, Ravenshade. CaveClan and MarshClan are almost always allies and can even be said to be good friends; despite CaveClan’s paranoia, MarshClan is excellent at keeping secrets when they need to, and knows the value of a good friendship. LakeClan is only loyal to itself and only shows up to Gatherings so that they can get information on predators, natural disasters, and diseases.

Although my MC, Nightpaw, is in ForestClan, my favorite clan is CaveClan. MarshClan is my second favorite because of how accepting they are.

~Gill

Thank you so much for the submission! Im sorry I always take to long to post them, but Im always grateful to come back to fandom and see the fantastic work everyone is up to in their writing.

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

Gracie lucio writing wips if any of you were curious(to perhaps be posted soon)

Normal universe writings

She looked into Damian’s eyes uncertainly, briefly convince he was trying to prank her. There was no way he was deciding now, in a locked cell in a mission gone so wrong, tied together and both hazy from injuries, was the best time to talk about their feelings.

Even though his eyes were a little glazed over from either the pain of the head injury and stab wound or the small delirium of his slight blood loss, they were stubbornly determined and fierce as he leaned his face closer to hers. She caught a wisp of his shampoo from how close they were and ‘oh sweet moon goddess he’s fucking serious’  now was NOT the time for her to get all flustered this was a serious situation and she needed Damian to be more focused and maybe a tad more lucid.

~~~

“ Hey Dick?” The thirteen year old’s companion gave her his attention from his position beside her as her reading cushion, the two of them having curled up after a long patrol in the rain on a self made nest of blankets and pillows beside the lit fireplace. The bright blue eyed boy smiled and rested his chin on top of her head from where it was nestled against his shoulder. 

“ Yeah Gracie?” She took a small breath and glanced up at him while setting aside her book. She had been reading and re-reading the same sentence over and over again for the past half hour, deep in thought and decided to banish any negative ones right away. She reached out and found his hand, gripping it tight seeking a comfort he gave by twisting his body so she rested against his chest.

“ You’re always going to be my best friend right?” He smiled at the question and and chuckled softly.

“ Of course silly. Best friends forever. We promised after all.” She was quiet for a moment and looked ahead of her.

“ So...we’ll always be together right? You...you wont leave me like everyone else right...?” The only sound for a few moments was the sound of the rain pattering on the window and the snap and crackle of the fire. Dick’s other arm wrapping around her in a hug as he squeezed her hand.

“ I’m not leaving you. We’ll stay together...no matter what.”

~~~

I heard the safe house door open and I looked up tiredly from the couch, huddled up in the smoke scented leather jacket that was much too big for me to look at the tall man I considered my friend.

“ J-jason...” He gave a sigh and put out his cigarette in a nearby ash tray and sat beside me, ruffling my hair.

“ Dont worry kid, my buddy Roy is out there now diverting anyone who possibly followed us. From now on, until we hear the signal from Dickie, you are officially dead and off the grid.” I nodded and leaned into his hand almost desperate for affectionate physical contact. I was cold, tired, and shaken from the thought a silver bullet had almost pierced my heart a second time if it hadnt been for Jason and Roy. He didnt say anything about the way I pushed into his hand like he didnt mention the way I moved closer and curled into his side for comfort, trembling inside the warm confines of his jacket. All he did was ask what kind of take out I’d want for dinner so he could text Roy to pick some up on his way back, as he was starved but too lazy to go out himself at the moment. I shrugged meekly and stayed quiet, soon falling asleep in his scent and already missing my bed back in the tower...

~~~

“ aaaaachoo!” The ten year old lycran whimpered in pain as she shivered under her quilts and blankets, sniffling through her stuffed up nose pathetically. She felt like she was DYING even as the small relief of a cold rag was laid on her burning forehead. She looked up blearily expecting to see the tall grandfatherly figure of Alfred above her checking on her and gave a slow blink when she saw Bruce’s even taller, bold, blurry shape beside her bed. She felt his big worn hand against her cheek and leaned against its coolness gratefully, cheek scratching against his callouses soothingly. There was another hand that patted her messy, tangled mop of hair and smoothed it down a little. He was talking to her but she was so tired she barely caught any words. 

“ Bruce? Will she be ok...?” Dick’s voice floated into her ears and she opened her eyes, not even realizing she had shut them in the first place. Her eyes drooped and landed on on her concerned partner who now accompanied the large adoptive father figure, peering around his frame to look at her with wide worried blue eyes. She tried to tell him she was fine but the moment she opened her mouth a surge of fiery pain shot through her throat and made her hack and cough violently, leaning her now throbbing head further into her pillows with a miserable groan after.

“ Im not sure yet Chum...we cant have a normal doctor check her out so im trying to find someone trustworthy to examine her. For now, we should let her rest. If you’d like you can help Alfred bring her things while I go out looking for a doctor.” 

~~~

"Here."

She looked up at Damian a bit startled then down at the box he held in front of her. She blinked once, then twice as she examined the white box and the various holes in the side and the neat pale green bow keeping it tied shut before looking back up at the boy wonder.

"Um...this is sweet of you Damian but...my birthday is a few months away..." He grunted and stepped into her room, noting how it was a little disheveled and unorganized with case works and evidence and clues, just like the rooms clearly drained owner. As Damian looked at the shorter girl he held back from saying anything her extra messy hair or the dark smudges under her eyes from all nighters. He did sigh at her hesitance though.

"Im well aware. I just...i...just open it already." She rolled her eyes a little but obeyed his command nonetheless, undoing the ribbon and pulling the lid off.

She didnt know what she expected to be in there. The past two all nighters mustve been screwing with her to have not recognized the scent coming from the box. She dropped the lid to the ground and put a hand to her mouth in surprise.

"I...i found him wandering outside a shelter in Gotham...when i brought him back in they said he was an abandoned emotional support animal that had slipped out the door. I thought of you so i...filled out the papers and got him his shots and everything. I figured after all the hassle months ago and the extra work loads youve been taking on to help out Grayson and Father...perhaps a supportive companion would be beneficial to your mental health..." She looked up at him as he almost over explained his gift and she looked back into the box, slowly reaching in and lifting the year old black and brown Maine coon kitten from the box and into her arms. The movement awoken him and the kitten meowed at Gracie and sniffed her before purring contently and getting cozy again. The sound of the purring and the feeling of the cat's warmth and breathing body and soft fur made her heart warm and her stress ease away like the tide. She knew he didnt just find this beauty by chance, he likely searched shelters and adoption centers for him. She looked up at Damian and happily moved forward and kissed his cheek with a smile.

"Thank you Damian i love him! Youre too kind" he shrugged but smiled at the two as she cooed softly and cradled the fluffy beast kissing his little head. He knew the cat was something she needed to keep from falling into that dark place, a co.fort and a responisiblity that would keep her from restarting that cycle.

He cleared his throat a little and reseized her attention.

"What will you name him?" She hummed a little and got a playful little grin that made him narrow his eyes.

"I think...I'll name him Robin."

~~~~~~~

Young justice au story wips(The main ship for her in the young justice universe is Dick X Gracie) 

“ You cant just--Are you even listening to me?” Gracie dragged herself into a sitting position and leaned close to the half-kryptonian with a bitter but playful grin.

“ Nope. Not a word Connor. Im afraid I was much too busy staring deeply into your handsome eyes like in the scene of a romance novel. So I missed every single word.” He stared back at her but snorted out a laugh at her joke, rolling his eyes with a smile of his own. The smile made her relax, feel more at ease with the situation. She couldnt help it, and she lifted her camera up and aimed.

“ Connor look over here with that smile!” He turned his head still smiling, one eyebrow quirked curiously as she hit the button and the camera flashed with a beep and a blink. She lifted her head from the viewfinder with a much more joyful grin, looking rather pleased with herself.

“ Now THAT one is getting printed professionally, or else no one will believe its real.” They both shared a small laugh and she set the camera aside to lean against him, shoulder to arm while she fiddled with the photo settings. They settled into a comforting silence for a few long moments

“ She isnt that bad....or bad at all really. Under different circumstances we would be good friends by now...” She finally spoke up, not taking her eyes off her camera.

“ But?”

She gave a sigh and leaned her head against him in exasperation before looking up to him.

“ Its not her. Its...It’s all the conflicting and difficult feelings that arise when I see her and Robin together...getting so...close and dare I say flirty. Sometimes seeing it makes me downright sick to my stomach and I just need to leave the room.” There was a long silence and she opened her mouth to apologize for bringing up feelings. But she never got the chance.

~~~

“ Dont...you win...you win ok? I surrender.”

The words were resentful, but defeated as Gracie aka Alpha Wolf dropped her staff and utility belt to the ground and raised her hands in surrender. She stared at the tall armed man that stood a few feet before her, the monster that has haunted her every step and shadow since the death of her parents. She stared into his apathetic eyes with her head no longer held up proud, but hung almost submissively with hateful eyes. She ignored the any reasoning against her decision, ignored the sounds of her pained teammates coming back to their senses and realizing what was going on.

“ Alpha dont!”

“ A-alpha d-dont do it!” 

She grit her teeth and ignored their voices, ignored Superboy’s warning shout as he started to get up with difficulty. She kept all her focus on the monster in front of her, determined to protect her team, her friends, her pack. Just like she should as an Alpha. 

She never wanted this man to hurt anyone precious to her ever again. Not if she could help it. 

“P...please...you win. I give up. Kill me, capture me, do whatever. Just...please, let the others go free....its me you want not them...just let hi--them go...” The pleas burned her mouth like acid, as if she had swallowed silver and Wolfs bane.But she gave them, staring into his eyes and keeping her hands up in the air. She wouldnt let him take anyone else away from her again. Not this time. 

Not with Robin dangling in his steel grip with a gun to his temple. 

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Tadaaaa! A bunch of my DC and my Gracie writing wips! Im working on all of these at different paces but theyre getting done! 

If there are any particular ones of these you guys wanna see published soon please do tell me in my inbox! Itll motivate me to finish it faster! You can also send new writing prompts or story ideas for me to write too! I hope you guys enjoy these little sneak peeks of future oneshots!

[the-redhead-who-writes]

His True Colours

“We finally get Jack’s green hair back! ...But what do we lose in return?”

Readers beware, you’re in for a scare! ...I’m only kidding. This is just a story idea I’ve been messing with! ‘Cause let’s face it: if Jack ever does dye his hair again, you know he’s gonna make a big deal out of it. So dorks, here’s a late-night spook/theory for you to enjoy!

Links: AO3

It’s been a few weeks since Jack returned from his “How Did We Get Here?” tour, the shows having gone down a smashing success. Those in attendance raved about the theatrics from the natural born showman, with everything from the audience interaction to the special effects working to create an unforgettable performance.

The fans that couldn’t make it to the shows contributed to the hype online, taking to social media and creating a tidal wave of incredible stories, edits, and art. The pieces ranged with everything from fluff to angst, starring Jack and all of the beloved Egos.

Jackieboyman fist bumping Spider-Man; Schneeplestein leering menacingly at the viewer, wielding a needle that definitely wasn’t regulation length; Chase with a variety of flower crowns. The works radiated with the passion and love the community held for both Jack and his characters.

And then, there was Anti.

Cryptic zalgo text littered every fans feed. The familiar lines of "D͏i͞d ̷yo͞u ̵miss̢ me̢?̧” and "You͘ s͢t̢o͝p͟ped pay̕in̛g̢ a͟tt͝eńtio͝ǹ!̡" were eerie reminders of the virus’s ever-lingering presence. The fandom was itching with pent-up fervour, as though Anti had somehow wormed his way under their very skin.

Poems, theories, art; he had it all. 

The only difference was something that the untrained eye might not notice.

It was now old news that Jack had dyed his once-green hair back to its natural brown shade after years of the trademark look. And yes, the fans were sad to see it go. Each Ego sported one of Jack’s varying shades of green. It had been around for the creation of Anti, Schneep, Marvin... everyone!

The community moved on though, deciding that even if Jack had his brown hair back, the Egos could still keep their signature shades.

Except for Anti.

After all, Anti was a virus who depended on Jack’s body to survive. He didn’t have his own, so he should share Jack’s traits, right? It might not have made perfect sense, but the community seemed to accept the general idea, as was evident with nearly every piece of Anti art mirroring Jack’s brown hair, with the rest of the Egos staying the same.

No harm done, it was just the fandom taking creative license.

Cut to another morning upload, where Jack has just posted a brand new “SepticArt” video, the theme being art related to the tour or that period of time while he was away.

He’s as upbeat as usual, excitedly chattering away about all of his favourite moments while pouring over dozens of brilliant submissions.

A few minutes into the video, Jack pulls up an edit of Anti on stage at one of his past shows. He makes a remark about its complexity, and how well done it is, before noting the caption at the bottom:

“A little Anti takeover from Jack’s show in Texas! Forgive the blurry edges, kinda new to this style. And tbh, I’m still not used to brown-haired Anti. Looks good, but I miss our green Glitch Boy. Wonder if we’ll get to see him again haha.“

Jack laughs, reflexively running a hand through the front of his messy hair that’s not tucked into his beanie.

“Yeah, I got that question a lot while I was on tour. And I’m not sure; I mean, never say never, but I’m pretty happy with my natural hair. It’s less of a pain in the ass to take care of, that’s for sure.”

His hand lingers in his fringe for just a second more before he thanks the artist and carries on.

This time it’s a Marvin picture; the Magician is skillfully shuffling a deck of playing cards, grinning. His neon green bangs hang messily over his signature cat mask.

Jack points out his love of the bold line use, though he pauses at the hair. His eyes narrow ever so slightly, but his smile is still as bright as ever.

Then there’s a sketch of Chase, who’s excitedly comparing a befuddled JJ to the box art of the Monopoly Man while they try to play said board game.

Jack chuckles, hand going to rub his throat absentmindedly.

A watercolour of Anti from the back, his dark hair a stark contrast silhouetted against the bright green background of a not-so-friendly looking Sam whose teeth glint with moisture.

Jack grips his mouse a bit tighter.

Schneeplestein happily writing a postcard on some tropical beach, lab coat and all, dark green roots visible under his hat.

Jack cracks his neck.

As the video carries on, there’s a distinct tension in the YouTuber: his body twitches imperceptibly; his hands clenching into fists before quickly loosening; he can’t stop touching his throat.

A newcomer to Jack’s channel might write this off as excitement, his energy getting the better of him. The more experienced members of his community, however, begin to feel nervous.

Still, Jack is as taken with his community’s artistic endeavours as always. The smile on his face proves that.

It’s wide, teeth bared for all to see.

The video is almost finished, with Jack coming to the last piece. He once again thanks everyone who participated, saying how he would be nothing without them.

The theorists release a breath. 

Everything was fine; just their typical overactive imaginations. Nothing to worry about.

With an eager grin, Jack pulls up the final entry. 

It’s a stunning digital drawing of a bathroom mirror taken from the YouTuber’s perspective as he stares at his reflection, clutching a porcelain sink.

It smirks back, smile unnaturally wide. He eyes Jack with a blackened gaze, eagerly assessing him for even a hint of weakness. Blood from several crude, deep cuts in his throat drips down into his shirt collar. The knife responsible lays in the sink, crimson coating the blade.

From the angle, you’d swear it was Anti looking back at himself, sickly pleased with his deranged handiwork. The tell is the gauges and Jack’s lack thereof; the man you’re seeing the perspective from is without them.

Jack stares at the drawing, his gaze transfixed. For a split-second, you think to refresh the video, believing it to have lagged. The music Robin added into the background is gone, and the webcam footage seems frozen...

And then he’s throwing his head back, laughing as he grips his sides.

“That’s a helluva drawing! God, do you see the detail?! Anti looks badass!”

He’s positively giddy, scanning every inch of the artwork with rapt enthusiasm. He begins to say something about the shading as he brings the picture out of fullscreen view. Then his laughter cuts off abruptly, smile tightening. He scrolls down to highlight the artist’s note:

“Those 20 hours were all worth it! Here’s my entry for Jack’s #SepticArt event; I call it “Two-Way Mirror”! I’m really happy with how it turned out, though I was a little worried about how I’d draw the differences for Anti’s reflection. With his brown hair, how can you even tell the two of them apart? 😆 Anyway, hope you guys like it!”

His expression becomes flat. He stares with an unwavering intensity that leaves goosebumps on your skin.

“...The same...?”

Jack mutters the phrase so quietly, it’s almost indecipherable.

“You really think... we’re the same?”

A hollow chuckle spews from his lips, and then it grows into a laugh; high-pitched and cold. In a blur, he slams his fist down onto his desk, and even off-screen, you can hear his keyboarding shattering. His lips are pulled back into a hideous snarl, a grotesque mask of fury.

“I’m nothing like him. N̞͔̤̤̺͖ͅOT̼̱̪̬̹͉H̗͝I̶̲̰̘̠̹N͉͚̖̤̳̻G͓͈̩̣͎̝͞.

The man’s eyes widen fearfully, seemingly at the sound of his own voice. His rage gives way to panic as he falls forward in his seat, clutching his head with a pained groan.

Jack’s body shudders, racked by waves of tremors as his knuckles strain white, nails digging into the arms of his chair. The camera feed is breaking apart, glitching between frames of Jack clawing at his forearms, his neck. His breathing is erratic, mumbles falling from his mouth - desperate, rambling pleas.

Then he’s still.

Too still.

Jack lets out a heavy breath, relieved - no, satisfied - before sitting up slowly. His beanie has been knocked off, his usual fluffy hair on full display.

All eyes are immediately on his neck and - oh... it’s untouched. For a moment, the viewers feel a spike of relief, hearts slamming into their throats. But then Jack opens his eyes, and their blood runs cold.

Black. Darker than any art or edit could even attempt to capture.

He sits back, almost lounging in Jack’s gaming chair, as he takes a deep breath in. Cracking his knuckles, he rolls his neck in a series of jerky moves before closing his eyes again. And in one smooth motion, he runs his hand through the front of Jack’s hair.

His fingers pass through the strands, adjusting the colour as it melts in. The brown lightens to blonde, then grows brighter. The green hue radiates with an unnatural sheen.

Stopping at the fringe, he lowers his hand to reveal the change; familiar, yet not. Wrong.

Anti opens his eyes, a wickedly pleased smirk playing across his lips as he leans toward the camera.

“Are͏ ya͝ ̡f́uck͞i̛n̛’ ̛ha͠p͞py͏ now̶?͝”

He giggles with twisted glee, hair falling into his eyes as he tips his head forward. Then he stops, and looks up through his bangs, glaring into the camera with a ferocity that dares anyone watching to defy him.

“Ỳou͡’̴ve͠ ͠had̷ yǫur ͢fun, bu̧t̢ d͡on’t fuc̕ki͞n̸’͟ ͝f̷orģet w̢ḩo ͠I ̷a͘m͢, w̢ḩat ͠I ̷a͘m͢. A̧n̸d thąt͠’s n̛oţ h̢im.͘”

The camera is shoved to the floor. The lens cracks, spider-webbing across the screen before it cuts to black. Echoing laughter grows distant as Anti walks away.

There is no second upload that day.

[smokeclan-oc]

Hemptrail - fluffy black tom with white markings

Family: Skunkwhisker (mother, deceased), Beechroot (littermate) Gender / Sexuality: tom / pansexual  Personality: big brother vibes, will let you sleep with him if you have a nightmare, good listener, big teddy bear Backstory: Raised by two loving parents with his littermate Beechroot, Hemptrail is a big sweetheart. The den proclaimed big brother when he was an apprentice, now as a warrior, his clanmates still look at him like that. The den big brother, his clanmates never feel awkward about nuzzling against his fluffy fur on a cold night. Sometimes he is woken up by younger warriors who have had a bad dream, and he’ll let them curl up against his belly to sleep off the fear.  Such soft daddy energy, Hemptrail awaits the moment he will have kits of his own. He’s a solid warrior, well liked by the clan, and there’s no doubt he will live to give advice to the leader until he retires to the elder den. He has this wise gentle energy about him. Ideal Partner: shecat who wants kits, the queen looking for the next dad for her litter, the older apprentice who is so sweet on this guy, the medicine cat apprentice who has nightmares uwu Position | Clan: Warrior | Smokeclan

Beechroot - long haired dark grey tom with white markings

Family: Skunkwhisker (mother, deceased), Hemptrail (littermate) Gender / Sexuality: tom / submissive lol Personality: for some reason offputting, resting evil face on accident, always deep in thought, really bad at socializing for some reason, goes “oop” when he does something good cuz he doesn’t want to scare other cats, really the biggest sweetheart once you get to know him, just gushy insides  Backstory: Younger brother to Hemptrail, Beechroot was like his shadow. Beechroot wished cats flocked to him like they do his brother. Hemptrail is just louder, more social, more dominant when in a crowd, Beechroot just… isn’t. He’s quiet, he does as he’s told, he keeps to himself. Beechroot never knows what to say when someone asks his opinion on a gossip topic. He follows the warrior code, and that’s about it.  With an “admiration” for strong warriors, Beechroot isn’t often turned down when he offers to join a patrol or hunting party. He’s a little fanboy for the senior warriors or those who have pushed further than the average warrior to be noticed. If you’re someone looking for attention, Beechroot can give it to you.  He’s a really big sweetheart like his brother but thanks to his lack of a social presence cats are often put off when they first meet him. It takes a bit to get used to him. That’s what some warriors tell kits and apprentices when they ask about the loner type warrior with the resting scowl.   Ideal Partner: the chatty one, maybe someone who isn’t swoon by his brother, someone who has admired him from afar for some time now, the wanna be hero who needs a fan Position | Clan: Warrior | Smokeclan

[icy-warden]

OC Questionnaire

Tagged by @madamsnark (thank you!)

Vergil Surana (three years after the Blight)

GENERAL

Name: Vergil Surana

Alias(es): Warden

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Place of birth: Denerim, Ferelden

Spoken languages: Common + beginner lvl Orlesian and Antivan

Sexual orientation: Gay

Occupation: Commander of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden, Arl of Amaranthine

APPEARANCE

Eye colour: Brown

Hair colour: Black

Height: 5′10

Scars: Yes

Overweight: No

Underweight: No

FAVOURITE

Colour: Gold

Hair colour: Any

Eye colour: Any

Entertainment: Kinky food orgies (is it food? is it sex? take your pick)

Pastime: Sewing

Food: Fluffy Mackerel Pudding

Drink: Wine (white Antivan/Orlesian)

Books: Ancient texts, anything on magic or history

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Yes (Circle = Uni?)

Had sex: Yes

Had sex in public: Yes

Gotten pregnant: No

Kissed a man: Yes

Kissed a woman: Yes

Gotten tattoos: No

Gotten piercings: No

Had a broken heart: No

Been in love: Apparently, yes

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yes

ARE THEY

A virgin: No

A cuddler: No (Yes)

A kisser: Yes

A smoker: No

Scared easily: No

Jealous easily: No    

Trustworthy: Depends who asks

Dominant: Often

Submissive: Rarely

Single: No

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: No

Thought of suicide: Yes

Attempted suicide: No

Wanted to kill someone: Yes

Actually killed someone: Yes

Ridden a horse: Yes

Have/had a job: Yes

Have any fears: Yes (will not tell what)

FAMILY

Sibling(s): No

Parents: Antoria (Mother); Father’s name unknown

Children: Yes

Pets: Yes - Dante (Mabari), Anastasia & Ser Pounce A Lot (Cats)

Tag for: @smolpocketmonstercoffee, @october-rosehip, @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul, @panterry

[cutegirlmayra]

Hello:D I was wondering if you could do a prompt where Sonic and the gang are going to a Halloween party. Amy dresses in a costume to impress Sonic but ignores him the whole time. Then she starts getting unwanted attention from other guys and the blue blur has to come in save the day. Maybe in the boom!universe?

Sure thing!

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Prompt:

Amy was scouring the stores and looking in every nook and cranny. She desperately was trying to find something worth all the blood, sweat, and tears of laboriously working for enough money to pay the ultimate price.

The perfect costume.

She pulled out a fluffy looking bunnies attire, and swished it back behind her, “Not really ‘me’.” she mused, before pulling out an Egyptian outfit. “Ohh~ But kinda last century.” she flopped it behind her again.

She began to grow irritable.

She dug her head into the rack, flinging out costume after costume. “Dragon, warlord, fairy, mermaid-AH!” she leaned up and gripped her head, “No, no, no! I can’t wear something tacky that fades into the background! It has to be perfect! A stylish witch! An alluring enchantress! A Shakespearian elite could work if it looked different than every other Cinderella!” she looked and looked before finally wearing herself out. (pun intended.)

She landed hard to the ground, sliding against the stripped and spinning, circular clothes rack that looked dizzy from Amy’s assault on it.

She leaned against the cold metal beam, and banged her head back on it, letting her back drop further down its spine.

“It’s no use…” she sighed, “I wanted to impress him this year… but everything is old-hat. So… melodramatic… if I just had one perfect costume… something to really make him stop and stare. Then-..!”

She turned, seeing something sparkle from a store-working moving it with a clawed instrument up to hang on the wall.

She walked towards it, slowly rising up and having it glimmer in her glossy eyes.

It was just her… and that outfit.

“Oh-ho-ho…” she giggled, before swiping it away from the true object she was looking at,”Nuh-uh. That one!” an ugly looking fall-dress that seemed to be something to add to a scarecrow outfit.

She squee’d, her hands shaking in her excitement as she bent forward, still holding the ‘ideal’ dress in her hands that she had yanked away. “Perfect!”

Once home, Amy got straight to work.

The black dress with the fall-leaf design that was loose fabric over the shoulders, the side and down the dress, and elsewhere that she began to change and alter.

She bit down on her thread and went straight to work crafting jewels into the dress, making a patch and giving herself a stylish adventure pouch.

She was going to be unique this year! And Sonic wasn’t going to walk by without a double-take!

The party at Meh-Burger’s special Spooky deals started already, and the team waited with their make-shift costumes on Amy, wondering where she was.

Tails was stuck in a half-tin, half-cardboard box which was equipped with a phony twirling gun that glowed when he hit the trigger. He called it his cyborg death-ray.

Knuckles was a roman lancer, though everytime he struck the pose and threw his large prop of a spear, it would crash and he would flinch at some poor cat squealing in fright or pain.

“Eh-heh… opps.”

“Where’s Amy?” Tails waddled in his claustrophobic outfit over to Sonic, who was tapping his foot, wearing a metal-band outfit with face makeup.

“I don’t know. But it’s not like her to keep her ‘adoring public’ waiting.” Sonic fanned a hand out, a slight mock in good spirits. “You know Amy.. she always likes to take every and any opportunity to look good and show it off.” he grumbled a bit, looking annoyed at waiting before Tails saw his eyes droop down in impatience.

He chuckled a bit, “Yeah, I wonder why she always does that.” he gave a sly smile to his friend, shifting his eyes to him and then waddling to turn his back to him.

“And why you’re always around when she does…” he quickly wandered off, leaving Sonic confused at his words.

He huffed and pouted, folding his arms as Sticks crawled around, looking on guard and trying to attack a kid with an alien costume. “She’s not trying to be better than me!” he clearly didn’t get the implied subtext…

“I know the aliens are hiding out here…” Sticks jumped on a table, her boomerang held high, “Show yourselves, you cowards!” she hunched herself down and gripped the edge of the table, shouting out a battle-cry before Sonic zoomed over with a sigh and caught her in midair.

“Sticks. Who are you dressed as?” he looked bored saying this, not even looking down at the poor kid he just saved from Sticks’s wrath.

“I never put on a mask! Ek-ehhh!” Sticks swiped at the air towards the kid, trying to reach him. “Humm…” she gave up and Sonic let her down.

“You know? The scariest thing you can be is yourself.” She put her hands on her hips, and looked for a second almost wise with her head held high… then she saw a kid in an octopus costume and charged them, ramming them over. “AHHH!!! Show yourself you, alien scum!”

“Mommy!”

Sonic shook his head, “Knnucckklless..! Sticks is being weird again.” Sonic leaned over his shoulder and called.

“I can take it from here…”

A hand lightly grazed his backspines and lingered over his shoulder.

Sonic froze with a jolt and watched the odd, spider-design laced gloves trace his curve and then flick off to carry his gaze down to the woman’s side.

“Sticks?”

The woman held herself with confidence, something Sonic had only seen in one… other… girl…

She placed a seductive hand on her hip and then flicked her finger out to call Sticks again. “Sit.” she instructed.

Sticks looked away from the kid she had pounced on and growled towards Amy.

“Hey! What makes you think you can-!” she wagged her boomerang at her, not like being ordered in such a way, before Amy took her hands and scratched under her ears.

“W-wo-woah, momma…” Sticks’s leg suddenly started tapping widely like an animal, as Amy lured her down to the ground and then got her to sit down.

“Now… play dead.” she rolled her over and Sticks lay with her tongue flung out to the side as if hyped up on catnip.

“I don’t know what you are… but it’s some kinda voodoo magic…” she mouthed out, still in her lulled sense of submission. “But I will find you.. and I will stop you..”

“Hehe, it’s me, Sticks.” Amy drew back her black hood with lace lining its surroundings.

Sticks turned to Amy with absolute shock, “Woah!” she stood up on all fours. “You gotta be kiddin’ me! I thought yous were a hypnotic witch!”

“Nope.” Amy rose up from her squat, as the boys gathered behind her and she removed her hood to reveal her patterned makeup was that of flowers, vines, and other natural beauties. “Mother Nature.” she turned to the men, “But having fallen from the natural law of things.. she now seeks to restore her throne… any means necessary.” she removed the draping cape from the front of her and placed it over her shoulders.

The men gasped, as the party music stopped and everyone’s eyes were on Amy’s amazingly detailed workmanship.

She swayed her hips out, acting older than her age and strut right by Sonic, turning to the DJ.

“Something I can move to, please?” She placed an elbow on Dave’s workplace, trying to act friendly.

“Oh, I don’t know… My mom said not to touch it so much… it can get temperamental..” he whispered the last part to her, worriedly.

She winked and leaned further up. “I’m sure she won’t mind… if I supervise you…”

He gulped and quickly fumbled with records. “This goes out to the only girl who didn’t hurl fruit at my face.” he then sighed and played a dancy tune.

Sonic snapped himself out from the effects of the pause button his brain had defensively turned on, but then he worried that Amy really was trying to steal the spotlight from him, and was angrily thinking of ways to make an outstanding comeback.

But before he could even get a thought in there, a group of men gathered behind him.

“Who is that?” “She’s gorgeous!” “I wouldn’t mind dancing with her tonight!”

Sonic shifted his head to them for a moment, before rolling his eyes and looking at Amy from the corner of his eye, shrugging. “Dudes, chill. It’s just Amy…”

“Amy~” the boys swooned, as Sonic– for some unknown reason to himself– panickily looked to each in awkward concern.

“Wait! C-come on, you guys, you… You know her!” he gestured back to her, dancing so carefree, before showing Sonic a mischievous smile and curling her fingers for him to join her.

The men slipped to the ground, “Yeah… I know her… in my dreams..”

“Ugh.” Sonic face-planted,… but peeked through his fingers at her seductive eyes.

‘What she playin’ at..?’ he asked himself, before pushing the dazed men back and walking briskly towards her.

“Whatever this is-” he started, “You’re not winni-NG!” he stuck a finger out at her before she took his hand and pulled him out on the dance floor.

Take a sip of my secret potion. I’ll make you fall in love~ For a spell that can’t be broken, one drop should be enough~ Boy, you belong to me! I got the recipe!

….And it’s called black magic~

For a moment, Sonic was awkwardly fumbling along with her, as she laughed and broke from her previous act.

She twirled under the raised hand she held up for him and then moved her back closer to his. She flicked some glitter that was in her hair out of her face and swayed back and forth with him.. flickering her eyes to try and look to his face but then away. ‘I can’t let this advantage just slip by me! This time- You won’t be able to back down from me, Sonic!’

“W-woah-hey!” Sonic was pulled along as she danced before a man swiped her out from Sonic’s forced dancing she was putting him through.

He spun away, before flailing his arms out to gain some balance and turned back to see her pushing away from the man

“Ugh, let me go, you creep!”

“Hey, toots. Just one dance, eh?” he wrapped an arm around Amy’s waist as she turned her head away from his and grimaced, annoyed.

‘I didn’t think I’d get this much attention… I just wanted Sonic to see me decked out, not for these guys to get fresh!’

Instinctively, almost as quickly as the man had done the action, Sonic had yanked the arm off from around her and thrust the arm away, causing the man to stumble back.

“H-hey, what gives?”

“She’s not your date.”

The record skipped to a halt as Dave looked down a second.

Rah rah ah-ah-ah! Ro mah ro-mah-mah, Gaga oh-la-la! Want your bad romance~  

He quickly and with great difficulty of ‘grace’, stopped the track.

“Are you.. her..?” the man pointed to Sonic.

“Dance partner?!” Sonic avoided in all seriousness, and did a breakdancing move to intimidate, before landing with flare.

The crowd cheered, especially Tails, Knuckles, and Sticks, who thought this was interesting.

“Come on! I bet you can’t top those sick moves!”

Suddenly, Sonic lost confidence when he saw the man and his boys start breaking out moves too.

Tails, in his getup, and Knuckles suddenly strode up behind him.

“Dudeittute!” he almost summoned them, but they folded their arms and nodded, doing their routine.

The dance battle went on before Amy stepped out, shocking everyone before Sticks joined and the Sonic gang all got together to push the man out from the dance floor, making him stumble into the punch bowl where the mayor got sprayed with the splash.

“Hoho, I seem to have been in the ‘punch-zone’ hoho!”

“is that a fact?” A fancy man with his fist raised smirked.

“Oh no! Last year’s runner-up!” he ran off as the other man followed him, “Oh dear!”

“Amy! That was-!” Sonic excitedly ran up to her, arms out as if to embrace her.

She smiled with a flutter in her heart, holding a hand to her heart before he stopped himself, and leaned back, growing shy and awkward, and scratched the back of his head.

“I-I mean… great moves back there.” he smiled, sheepishly.

She chuckled in a bit of nerves, shifting her eyes about after realizing he wasn’t going to embrace her and got equally as awkward as well. “R-right… thank you.”

So you wanna play with magic? Boy, you should know whatcha falling for~

The music started again as Dave cowered while it scatched the record as if devouring it in place before it setlled into it’s ring. The two stood awkwardly in front of each other, swaying on heels or bobbing with the music, pursing their lips, looking down or around behind them, hands either together in front of them or behind their backs.

“…Oh, dance with her already!” Percy cried out, as the twins pushed the two together, and they startled into each other’s faces.

They froze as they were so close, closer than any other adventure in their life… any other time in the milliena they’ve ever known each other.

Baby do you dare to do this? Cause I’m coming atcha like a dark horse~

“W-well… heh, shouldn’t spoil the party.” Sonic was frizzled up, his chest out to her before he calmed his body down and moved back a bit.

immediately, she stepped up, not wanting the distance to lengthen between them. “O-oh, sure! you should take my hand…t-then..” she dipped her head down a bit, her eyes staring with a nervous excitement into his.

They paused in the electricity around them… before Sonic gulped and took her hand. “I’ll lead.” he smiled, charmingly, and this time did, in fact, guide her to the dance floor again.

She giggled, swaying to the music.

Are you ready for, ready for~ A perfect storm, perfect storm~ Cause once you’re mine, once you’re mine….

They stopped, but not before Sonic pulled her closer and had his nose to the side of her cheek, staring as close they may ever go to looking directly in one another’s eyes.

There’s no going back.

(I took creative liberties and made this AU, hope that’s cool XD)

[whitneypierce717]

Ellie – 5 year old female German Shepherd Cross

Ellie is a 5 year old female German Shepherd Cross. This is lovely Ellie, a very sweet black and tan fluffy cross breed girl standing at 21 inches tall (withers) and weighing 53 lbs. She is calm, submissive and obedient, a really sociable dog with every animal and person. It’s a pleasure to take her out for a walk, she walks very well on a lead and she is so thankful for even the smallest gesture of affection. She is okay with cats, she simply ignores them. We think she will be okay with well behaved children too. This lovely girl was kept chained up, whoever did this also cut off her tail and then they abandoned her, but she is still gorgeous!

She had a hard life which is why she is still a bit shy and why she’s been unnoticed at the pound where she lived in Mieres, Spain, for the past 3 years. It’s such a pity because she truly is VERY affectionate if you have a bit of patience to gain her trust. She is now in foster home in Kent waiting for that right home to come in, she needs to live with other dogs.

Fosterer’s report : Very nice girl, fits in with my other GSDs here in foster she is a very sociable girl She will jump a low fence so all homes need to have 6 foot fencing and another dog to help Ellie gain confidence. Current location is in In a foster home in Kent. Vaccinated, wormed, flea treated Spayed, Microchipped, Pet Passport, FREE 4 weeks Pet Insurance- owner to activate via the link on our website, Any known health issues NON KNOWN.

For Dogs coming from Spain and Portugal: This adoption fee is a contribution towards the costs of rescuing the dog- microchip, passport, vaccines, tests for S European diseases, neutering (if old enough), parasite treatment and transport to the UK. We can not home dogs from Spain or Portugal to people who work, even part time. They need someone at home all day, they are not used to being alone, so even a couple of hours broken with a dog walker will be too much for them to cope with. They are highly likely to develop separation anxiety which is distressing for them and everyone in their new home.

Adoption Fee : £ 250 – to be paid direct to the Spanish rescue to cover travel costs via UK bank account

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[bloojayoolie]

Advice, Ali, and Bad: When you want to show off your marks from knife play but don't think that would do When you realize a bunch of people here have similar kinks as you, but then realize that everyone here seems to be playing online and/or monogamous and you're a poly sub that needs physical contact. redd it When the friend that just played you twice in one night at the dungeon opens group brainstorming on mean things to do to you. iredd i well K. ireddt 344 ubmitted 2 months ar d 40 Flufty | Fuckable NSFW 19 comments share save hide give award report crosspost Submitted 2 months ago by 40 Flutffy Fuckable NSFW 25 comments share save hide give award report crosspost Fuckable N5EW 78 comments share save hide aive award report crosspost JUNE I-g d 40 Fluffy | Fuckable S. 47 points 2 months ago I got flogged on a St. Andrew's Cross and then she and another friend did wax play on me while I was blindfolded and she cut it off with a knife... And d 23 points 2 months ago 40| Fluty | Fuckable S while I was dropping and sleepy she started brainstorming "What other I can't wear my bra because itchy healing lines! It kinda feels like I'm hiding a secret... mean things can I do to Allie?" So far... Needles, sounding, fire play, blood cupping (maybe), orgasm torture (not denial), and Ummm insertions and strapon play. I have to clear some of this with my polycule. So far they all approve. t 17 points 2 months ago 40 Fluffy Fuckable Wtf is "knife play"? turns out I had an audience... I don't mind. Also H g 40 Flufty Fuckable 32 points 2 months ago Bdsm/kink play where one person takes a blade and drags it over your skin, with or without cutting. 3 points 2 months ago That... sounds really hot, except for the needles (whee, phobia). As Without cutting it can be fear play, predicament bondage, or sensation play. You can actually leave welts without drawing blood if you have a sharp enough knife. With cutting all of that still applies, but add blood and pain. long as its all safe. Although, what is blood cupping? 50 points 3 months ago HX x I'm a masochist, so I have long shallow cuts across my chest. H 401 Flufty | Fuckable 22 points 2 months ago When you've been single for over a year and the only physical contact you get is from your dogs :( Small incisions and then cupping over them to pull out blood by vacuum. In this case she wants to do that and then flog me while I'm sensitized by it. This is on the 'maybe' list because blood is a soft limit (almost a hard limit) for me normally, but I trust her. -frustrates sub sounds- When you miss having a dominant irl but are scared to even look for one due to how it ended last time. reddit Submitted 4 months ago by NSFW 11 comments share save hide give award report crosspost permalnk save report give award reply H 7 30 points 3 months ago just make sure not to cum on your cats ed 40 | Flufty | Fuckable permaink save parent report give award reply HM 18 points 2 months ago permalink save parent report gve award reply Ah. That sounds really intense and painful. All of this hot BDSM is more things I'd probably enjoy watching. I think wax play is about as painful as I like. 24 points 3 months ago Lots of cat qirls around here looking to get cummed on . - Lyra/Kitten/Mommy slut for ur juices HRT started 2019-1-11 4 points d 40 | Flufty | Fuckable 17 points 2 months ago I'm... Not a pain slut, but I'm a bit of a masochist... ed 40 Flufty Fuckable 11 points 2 months ago Needles came up because I really want to get my nipples pierced be willing to traln dd What I do with my pussy none of your concern and she thinks her ple And she loves marking people but scars are a hard limit for me HA Knife play is yes please, but cutting is a 'no'. It's a very fine line. (ao) HJ a 3 points 2 months ago 2.1 point 3 months ago HS Hey we got the same name (though mine spelled "Ali"). Represent I don't even have a dog to get physical contact from. permalink save parent report give award reply d 40 | Fluffy Fuckable 3 points 2 months ago It's short for Allison! :) HA n 27 points 3 months ago Poly switch transbian cuddleslut here We exist I swear. m 8 points 2 months ago H f just want to hug all the catgirls 14 points 3 months ago t H My gods, that sounds like a hell of an evening. I love seeing other keen Poly switch transbian cuddleslut doms, it makes me up my game. She does sound veeeery keen! Am glad to hear your going to have fun! t mel Hey, a e Sometimes female, sometimes enby, always kinky 5 points 3 months ago d 40 Fluty | Fuckable S. 18 points 2 months ago H There's a few of us I'm still floating a bit, 2 days later. We need to do negotiation some. She can't own me (my polycule would lose it and I love them) and that makes things a little odd. We're not romantic either. We're good friends and her alpha primal resonates wildly with my pet and prey drives. H No - LyraKitten/Mommy slut for ur juices | HRT started 2019-1-11 4 points 20 points 4 months ago Subby Introverted Kitten permalink save parent report gve award reply me too thanks (except inm actually bi not lesbian but bi culture is just I'm so sorry.... I'm sure you will find someone that will take good care of you! saying gay/les to fit in easier) t HH n I get that, sometimes a partner just clicks! Hope the comedown wasn't too hard on you. The solution I've found worked with my cule is having playmate status with folks, sort of commitment but only in a playtime sense (and the emotional responsibility with it.) 1 points 2 months ago pemalink save report give award reply pemmalnk save parent report give award reply d. 40 | Fluffy Fuckable 0 points 4 months ago H Le ph 3 points 3 months ago I feel silly and selfish because I have romantic partners, but my D/s aspects are a large part of who I am. Hell, I'm still with my old dominant on a non D/s basis. Clone, get back in containment! Basically, her PTSD and emotional issues got on top of her over the summer and instead of dealing with it she ended up abusing me pretty heavily ending with a breach of trust that left me dissociative and feeling 40 | Fluffy | Fuckable S-12 points 2 months ago ed worthless. .9 points 3 months ago Mine is complicated for two reasons: 7 months later I'm still not sexual with any of my rl partners really and I miss sub space and that feeling of belonging... And I don't even know how to go about looking for someone as a poly transbian even though I Poly Domme lesbian here we are a thing lol I have 3 partners I live with One used to be my domme, but couldn't handle the the kink community. am active 5 points 3 months ago responsibility it entailed. permairk save parent repart gnve award reply Another I'm still working out dynamics with because both of us are sub bottoms (different types) and neither of us pursue. Yes hello. If it's your girl friend who you have had for years. Do the sex at me a Subby Introverted Kitten 10 points 4 months ago C again as we commonly do. I'm so sorry.... don't feel bad. It's not silly or selfish to miss being a part of who you are... finding a new dom, I have no experience so I don't know how to help... as for permalink save parent report give award reply Things are cleared now with all but that last and I'll talk to her tonight or tomorrow. k 6 points 3 months ago Hs What 401 Fluffy | Fuckable nalun 12 points 4 months ago d n 7 points 2 months ago Oh, I dont Just needed to say something... I think the wives are tired of me having emotional breakdow can see how the history could make things complex, I'm . glad it's all been okayed with two of them, let's hope for H Je a 5 points 3 months ago the third! Then go have some fun. :P same here except sub! e Subby Introverted Kitten 6 points 4 months ago HC Hey... You can't control your emotions, if they don't want to help you through them then maybe they don't deserve you... ed 40I Flufty | Fuckable 11 points 2 months Fun either way. Just mooooooore fun with approval. Insertions and orgasm torture need approval and well... Being strapped to a table with a Hitachi bound against me and getting tortured sounds like heaven. pemalink save parent report gve award reply j 4 25 MTF, mega submissive, has a cuddle kink 6 points 3 months ago 40 | Flufty I Fuckable S6 points 4 months ago H9 Poly people unite <3 cross while filled, I have 3 partners. 1 is trans. 2 are cis female. We all live together. All, including me, suffered emotional or physical abuse when younger. They support me. They care. But if all we did was discuss our emotional issues we'd never get to the bottom of them and we still wouldn't be 'fixed' in any way. I could tell any of them that I need to cry at them and they'd be happy to listen and comfort me. It would also add to their emotional burden at a time when we've all been on the edge of breaking down. It's been a rough 2 months Not my best picture, but I dyed a huge black stripe in my hair last night and couldn the over conditioning to go away before sharing >.< (redd.it) submitted 4 munds bide give award report crosspost 5 comments sha n4 points 2 months ago HH That sounds like a lot of fun, you've given me some ideas too... My own 'cule may have say thank you at some point. here. o come pemaink save parent repart grve award reply 2 points 4 months ago I'm sure they all still love you and care about what you are going through. How elser are you supposed to fix your emotional issues if you don't talk to someone about e Subby Introverted Kiten d 40 Fluffy | Fuckable 4 points 2 :) if you want to bounce thoughts or anything feel free to pm. them... HM Oh gosh that pic hits hard... Feels like when I try to sub my emotions take over and as much as I crave it I end up bawling and scared at the slightest punishment even though I love my Dom.. He k 2 points 2 months ago Hey, little off topic and feel free to decline to answer. A few months ago I started dating two wonderful girls, and there has been talk of moving in togetherelationship, and I'm urious looking to r When you lost count at 10 already but your partner goes "congratulations, you're multi-orgasmic" and you realize she's nowhere near done yet. Submitted 3 months ago by - NSFW 56 comments share save hide give award report crosspost future b y ts 561 are going to work, is there any advice you can offer? d 40 | Fluffy | Fuckable permalink save parent report give award reply 40| Flufty 4 points 2 months Fuckable It really depends on you. We all share a bedroom. Two beds. We've had them pushed together at times for cuddle piles but right now they're separate for the convenience of a walk way. Then all our clothes go in our offices because there's no room for dressers in the bedroom pemaink save parent report give award reply 2 points 2 months ago Thank you, that's a great help. I was thinking two beds might be the answer myself but then I got in my own head about if I was just being insane... I'm sure we'll make it all make sense when it comes to it. 40 Fluffy Fuckable 2 points 2 H9 I lost count but... Gods.. gonna pass back out now.... d 40 | Flufty | Fuckable 151 points 3 months ago was near tears and too tired to scream anymore and just.. Unnnnnnnnffffff... I'm I'm starting to actually like my hair these days (40yo, 22months hrt) hotted d months 00 by ge When we had three, a California King bed worked, but someone always got stuck in the middle and overheated (usually m comment share save hide give award report crasspost permalink save parent report give award reply e 67 points 3 months ago HP it or was it after an op or anything? Holy fuck, NICE. Did you work up k 2 points 2 months ago tHe Yeah, trapping someone in the middle was also playing on my mind, constantly like 'what if they're too hot' 'what if they need to pee in the middle of the night what if they toss and turn'... I guess I just need to stop overthinking it and go permaink save parent repart grve award reply d 40| Flufty | Fuckable S 149 points 3 months ago Does not having sex for several months due to emotional instability and stress count as working up to it? I'm non-op, so no operation involved. I've been able to hit 2-5 with a lot of luck and work since about 6 months in. Mostly luck. with the flow? Tonight, my partner told me she was stone butch for the evening and I wasn't allowed to touch in response, then basically played me like a piano with the magic wand and toys and wouldn't let me orgasm for awhile. Then she ramped things up and up while still backing off every time I got close until I was basically just a needy puddle... then hit my switches all at once and wouldn't stop for a bit even when I was begging. By then I was hypersensitive and she let me calm down for just a minute and - 40 | Fluffy | Fuckable s 2 points 2 months ago Yeah.... You usually figure out what you need. Two beds with the then began teasing and realized I was still going, so she started very gentle and then kept ramping up on different places and backing off again. walkway is nice. Sometimes I miss. the huge cuddle pile while sleeping but not overheating and being able to go pee are pretty awesome Favorite memory tonight *after I suddenly came again without any idea why and sort of lost a few seconds*: permaink save parent repart gve award reply Her: "You are such a girl." Me: "What?" Her: "You just came because I told you I love you."Me: "Was that what you said?" Her: "Uh huh... and you looked really confused and went 'What the fu-" and came again." Me: "I love you too..." Also: "Oh god no stop what are you doing' isn't your safe word so I'm gonna keep going." The sexual revolution and its consequences have been a disaster for the human race.

[reptilerach]

“Rejection”; Chapter Seventeen

NOTES: You guys can all thank the great-and-mighty @elisakou​ for pushing this chapter out today! Oh yeah, Happy Memorial Day! :D

If you haven’t seen the totally-rad fanart that she made for me, the link for that is here. Please go support her blog, and follow her immediately!! 

Also, when the “golden soul” is mentioned in this chapter, that soul trait represents “justice”. Thanks, and here’s some more juicy Sans x Reader fanfiction!

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You took in a deep breath; hefting the ball in your hand, you launched it at the wall behind you where Sans surely was.

Wrong. He teleported out of the way, chuckling evilly; his laugh echoed around your head, and it drove you crazy. There was silence until you saw him leaning up against a different building. You backed up, trying to flee from the situation, but froze when he glared at you. His entire body was concealed in shadows, except for his bright eye. It flickered in the wind; sparks of yellow flying out from his eye socket in infinite directions.

You stood your ground, and curled your fists by your sides. “I’m not scared of you, Sans.” You remarked bravely, your chest agreeing by pulsing a shiny orange hue from within the jacket. Sans glanced down at this, and snickered. “that’s a lot of talk for a human who doesn’t have anything to protect herself with.” He sneered, and stepped from out the shadows.

His shirt was a pure, white color, and his ivory bones glowed in the afternoon light. His black basketball shorts rustled in the wind, as well his fluffy pink slippers. You would’ve acknowledged the fact that he looked like an angel straight out of a painting, but you were too petrified. Pale yellow streaks flickered through the orange soul in front of you, but alas you took in a deep breath and remained calm.

Fear was not getting to you now.

“the way i see it, you have two options.” Sans played with the large and threatening snowball in his hand; you narrowed your eyes at him dangerously. “you can surrender now, and it’ll make both our lives easier. or-” He quote you from earlier in snowball fight, and snapped his eye to meet your gaze after inspecting his perfect projectile, “-you can try and stop me.” He raised a hand, and made the gesture that you recognized as “come and get me.”

You thought it over, when your soul glowed a stunning golden that was the same hue of Alphys’ scales. You got into a battle stance, and readied your fists. The bird from before peeked its head from around the corner, and sang the beginning chords of your favorite song from Undertale. One that filled you with terror and confidence at the same time.

Megalovania.

“you wanna do this the hard way? fine. then so be it. just don’t say i didn’t warn ya.” He steadied himself, and flung the ball at you. You dodged it easily, laughing at his poor aim. “You missed, Hawkeye!” His voice sounded from behind your shoulder, causing you to flinch. “did i?” Spinning around, you heard footsteps crunch in the snow behind you at a fast pace. “What the fu- AHH!” You shrieked, tackled to the ground by Sans.

You laughed, and landed onto the fluffy snow. Sans’ eye dimmed down to his normal appearance; he chuckled happily as well. “You planned this!!” You shouted, tears leaking from your eyes. He lay in a plank position above you, and bobbed his shoulders. “of course i did. when you were fighting paps, actually.”

You kept on giggling for another good minute; slowly but surely, you finally relaxed. Sans had been quiet, staring down at your soul. Noticing his unwavering attention on the “private” entity, it returned to its lovely red-pink color. You followed his gaze back up to his face, and realized how close you actually were. There was only a couple of inches, perhaps three or four, from your faces touching.

You soul beat faster; its thumping growing so loud you knew that Sans could hear it. The blood rose in your cheeks, probably making your face look like a firetruck. Sans saw your embarrassment; his left eye instinctively sparked a cerulean mist. His cheekbones deepened with a beautiful blue hue, and you smiled.

Sans could feel his soul ready to jump out of his chest, but knew he couldn’t let that happen. That was like running around butt-naked in public. His knees were placed in the middle of (Y/N)’s legs, so she couldn’t get up even if she wanted to. Sans had to be the first to get off, which was just something that his soul was telling him not to do.

He was just so….drawn to her. It’s like her soul had magnetic capabilities to lure its victims in. His mind told him to get up and walk this whole situation off as a joke, but he couldn’t do it. Chances like this only roll around once in a lifetime, so he might as well make it count. He sighed, and lazily looked down at the human beneath him. Seeing his jacket on her, her long eyelashes twisting gently in the wind, he convinced himself to bring a hand up to his chest.

You watched as the skeleton brought up a hand to his white shirt, and cup whatever was in his hand carefully. It was a white heart, which you concluded was his soul. “Sans...what are you doing?” You whispered, and he brought his attention back down to you. He didn’t say anything; the look in his eye sockets prevented you from saying anymore.

They almost looked… submissive. The very thought of Sans drawing out that- magical blue tongue of his made your skin crawl with anxiety, and… something else that you couldn’t place. If your cheeks could grow any hotter, your face would be melting off. Instead, your ears and chest took it upon themselves to sink into a dark shade of crimson.

Sans raised a non existent eyebrow, seeming to ask for permission.

Permission for what…? You thought, and squealed internally when he took your expression as a “yes” for whatever he was about to do. An idea crossed your mind, but you shook it off. No. Sans is just starting to warm up to me. He wouldn’t...he can’t… But he did.

Ploddingly, Sans let his soul hang in the air right beside yours. Heat radiated off warmly, beckoning your soul to move closer. Sans chortled deeply, making your heart beat faster than it had ever gone before. Dragging his hand towards your hair, he slunk his spine downwards like a cat’s. His hand landed right beside your left temple; you grinned shyly. His permanent smile expanded, but his hooded eye sockets remained the same.

It was like he was in a trance; one where not even the strongest magic could break through. The scent of his jacket and shirt wafted up into the air, and you breathed in softly. The smell calmed you, but it did not decrease the red in your face.

And then it began.

Sans dipped his skull half an inch lower, when suddenly your eyes grew heavy. The white soul less than a millimeter away from yours shone like a supernova, illuminating both of your faces in a clean white.

Your soul thumped from that lovely red-fuchsia to a cerulean blue, as it barely made contact with Sans’. Your eyes fluttered shut; you felt the breath of the skeleton above you just a mere inch away. You part your lips, a tingling sensation burning in your core from even the littlest interaction between souls. Just as you were about to carry your face up onto his smooth teeth, a loud and disruptive bark sounded from about 10 yards away.

“AM I INTERRUPTING SOMETHING, BROTHER?” Papyrus snickered, and your eyes shot awake. Sans opened his eyes wide with fear, and quickly shoved his soul back into his chest. You tried jumping up, but Sans’ knee hit your groin, causing you to wince; Sans rolled over onto his side, and stood up straight. You remained on the snow, silently commanding your soul to re-enter your body. It did as it was told, but the warm and tingly feeling from before faded away and left a pit in your chest.

“no.” Sans simply stated, the blush in his cheekbones vanishing quickly. You had no idea how he did that, for you were still the same color as before. Only this time, it wasn’t from the cold. “YEAH, RIGHT. AND MY PASTA ISN’T DELICIOUS.” Papyrus crossed his arms, and rolled his eye sockets. You sat up, forgetting about the pain in your lower regions temporarily.

“It’s true! Sans was just throwing snowballs at me, and he accidentally tripped and fell on top of me.” You lied, biting your lip. He’s not gonna buy it…  He “accidentally fell on you?” Yeah, ok. I guess he also “accidentally” brought his soul out, too. You nervously made your way up from out of the snow, brushing your- er, Sans’- jacket off. The comedian sent you an impressed look, but he did not smile.

Papyrus uncrossed his arms, and cocked his head to the side. “REALLY? IS THAT TRUE, SANS?” He looked over to his older brother, who was leaning up against the building next to him nonchalantly. Sans got off, and walked over to you. He didn’t get as nearly as close he did before, which slightly upset you, but you shrugged the feeling away.

“yep. totally. humans never lie, bro.” He rest a hand on your shoulder; you cringed at his touch. His hand was cold, not the kind and warm surface you had grown so fond of. You nod reassuringly to Papyrus, who was observing you and Sans for any suspicious behavior. When he found none, he sighed a breath of worry away.

“ALRIGHT, THEN. I BELIEVE YOU (Y/N). YOU MUST BE HUNGRY, DEAR HUMAN! I KNOW I AM.” Papyrus smiled, and ran back towards the square. “Although I could've sworn I saw Sans’ soul out…” He mumbled, but eventually forgot the assumption altogether as all the monster children ran up to him with admiration.

While Papyrus went on about how he was going to join the Royal Guard someday, Sans slid his hand off of you; you both sighed in relief. “That was...awkward.” You muttered, flipping Sans’ hood over yourself again in embarrassment. He snickered, placing his hands inside his pockets. “heh, yeah. i’m really flattered (y/n), but next thyme, try be a little more gingerly when you decide show your clove for me.”

He laughed so hard you could hear the rumbling of his bones inside of his shirt. You gasped, and flinched. Is he flirting with me?! “Are you s-seriously making food p-puns when you know I’m starving?” You stammered pathetically; in response, he gave you a shit-eating smirk. He winked playfully, snapped his fingers, and made his way towards Papyrus. You were left standing in the alley like a complete buffoon; but you knew deep down that you were gonna get revenge later.

No matter what it takes.

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