Belle

not to mention the ICE thing that’s STILL going on!!! they detained a five year old. a fucking. kid. A FIVE YEAR OLD. i am not LOUD ENOUGH ABOUT THIS. A FUCKING FIVE YEAR WITH A SPIDERMAN BACKPACK AND A BLUE BUNNY HAT. HES IN A TEXAS DETENTION CENTER AND PROBABLY. PROBABLY. WITH HIS FATHER. I AM NOT FUCKING LOUD ENOUGH ABOUT THIS. KIDS BEING FUCKING DETAINED. THIS ISNT ABOUT FUCKING CITIZENSHIP ANYMORE. IT IS RACIAL PROFILING US CITIZENS. meanwhile the fucking president has nothing to say but say that ICE isn’t “doing enough”. choking out a teenager, grabbing one from their car going to school, stopping CHILDREN from going to school, and DETAINING A MAN FROM HIS HOUSE BARELY CLOTHED IN NEGATIVE FUCKING DEGREE WEATHER IS FUCKING ENOUGH.

IT IS EXACTLY WHAT ICE WANTS. ICE WANTS US TO BE TERRIFIED AND I AM. FOR ALL I KNOW, THAT COULDVE BEEN MY UNCLE OR MY MOM. IT COULDVE BEEN SOMEONE I FUCKING KNEW. THEY ARE GOING AROUND NEIGHBORHOODS AND ASKING, “where do the asians live” MEANWHILE HALF THE FUCKING POPULATION IF FILLED WITH ASIANS, REFUGEES, AND ASAIN AMERICANS.

i am not loud enough about this. i can’t keep ignoring this. i have a platform for a fucking reason. use yours—say SOMETHING SUBTLE SO I KNOW YOURE ON A FUCKING SIDE. it’s fucking terrifying to talk about, but everyday someone fears their fucking life in my city and around the states. i cannot keep silent about this, even if it is something that is putting myself in danger. in anyway will i talk about this damned fucking topic.

i stepped away from this space back in november. some of you noticed, some of you didn’t, and that’s fine. what was happening here—both publicly and privately—became overwhelming. it wasn’t just about writing anymore. it felt like i was constantly giving, and even that wasn’t enough. the chaos didn’t stay on the dash; it followed me behind the bar, into my private messages, into relationships i thought were safe. eventually, i hit a point where i had to leave for my own sanity.

so i did. i grounded myself again. i remembered who i was outside of this account. i didn’t disappear to “heal quietly” or become productive overnight—i lived. i went out, i met new people, i let myself have fun, i met a girl that i really like, and slowly, i stopped thinking about this place altogether. my life is genuinely better now, and i’m in a good place. i wasn’t planning on saying anything.

but recent events in eyekonblr were brought to my attention, and i realized that staying silent about why i decided not to return doesn’t sit right with me anymore.

while i was here, i was involved with someone i met through this community—a fellow writer. i won’t get into details of the relationship itself, but i will say this plainly: i was lied to, manipulated, and taken advantage of. i trusted someone who curated an entire false identity. i was told she was an adult. she wasn’t. she told people she was 21. she was actually 16.

i found out after she abruptly disappeared from my life—after telling me she was dying—and after i came across her actual partner’s account. they had been together for years.

i need to be very clear about this part, had i known her real age, nothing between us would have happened. the things i shared, the intimacy, the trust—that consent was built on a lie. learning that it was with a minor was horrifying. it took a long time to even process, let alone accept, that this happened to me.

i’m sharing this not to start drama, not for sympathy, and not to be part of whatever discourse is happening right now. i’m sharing it as a warning.

we set boundaries here for a reason. mdni means something for a reason. but the reality is that people can lie easily online. they can manipulate, curate personas, and cross lines without regard for the harm they cause. and sometimes, you don’t realize it until you’re already hurt.

this experience solidified my decision to leave this platform for good. i won’t be writing here, and i won’t be reading fics anymore. it also changed how i feel about katseye as a whole, which sucks, but it is what it is.

do what you will with this information. just please take it seriously. protect yourselves. protect each other. and don’t assume that someone respecting your boundaries publicly means they’re doing the same privately.

If i’m being completely honest I woke up this morning and saw this post, i’m proud and happy to see you speak up about something so important. I know i’m not the most active writer but I’m in this community and feel it’s okay to speak up as well.

First and foremost I am so happy for you, Jav. I understand the negative headspace this app can bring and doing anything you need to feel better is the most important thing!! I hope you continue on your wonderful journey. Always sending you my kisses💋💋

Secondly, Tumblr also brought a horrible relationship into my life as well. I’ve seen more activity from her but i don’t believe she’s a writer. This person saw me, used my friends to get close to me, and when they had me, i was just used for entertainment and stripped away the friends I’ve made on this app, destroying those relationships too. Without getting into too into detail, the way I see it was, I was sought out and used, my brain was scattered and I wasn’t thinking right.

I am saying all this because It has truly impacted the way I’ve connected to spoke to everybody on this app (for better or for worse). I don’t post as often and keep my circle small (thank you @marzinisbaby !!)

tag game time !! What's an emoji combo that fits your blogs theme ??

Here's mine !!

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Uhhhhhhh probs 🌈🐟 I dunno- cuz my dividers all have a rainbow in em and both my banner and pfp are of sea creatures..

notice how I always edit my posts a bajillion times, adding in 🧑‍🎨 cuz ocs

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methinks c:

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my blog isn’t decorated much lol it’s still new

tags! apologies if u don’t want to be tagged ><

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this one is pretty obvious but yk😁😁

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ty for the tag Laila!!

And ☀️🩵 for my side blog

Probably something like 🩸🖤💔🌹 at least that's what i had in mind when i did it

🖤💋📀👻 smt like this i think fits

🎸🎞️🎬prolly these ngl

Probably...😛🛡💥

🍄💋❤️‍🔥..? Idk man.

Also thanks for the tag bb!

No pressure to the ppl i tag!

uhm yeah this💋🐶🔥☕️

I believe cowboy has some honestly its hard to keep track, as for me tho not really!

I have some newer things i did as gifts and commissions but i cant share them! (Godzilla and game related things)

As for the stickers,,, i have a website actually and i do ship out currently only to Uk & United states tho! At the moment it is just the shark stickers on there but i hope to add more maybe prints n stuff too!!

There is 15 designs total and at the moment 2 deals as shown bellow. But if your smart about it u could get all 15 for £10 off and one free (deal 1 x 2 + Deal 3)

BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT

Megan thinks you're her mate because of how great of an owner you've been to her.

megan skiendiel x female reader

tags: hybrid megan, g!p loser megan, reader is megan's owner

warnings: smut, pet play, breeding kink, p in v, riding, dirty talk, first time, cuss words, megan is also referred to as "puppy"

a/n: this is inspired by a superbat oneshot i found on ao3. also can you tell I've been trying to improve my smut writing...

“So… you’re telling me,” you said carefully because saying it wrong might make everything blow up, your arms folding over your chest, “that you think I’m your mate?”

Megan nodded right away, fast and eager, like this was the most obvious thing in the world to her. Her cheeks were bright pink as she stayed kneeling on the floor in front of you. Her ears were perked straight up, and her tail was wagging hard behind her, clearly showing how excited she was.

You, on the other hand, stayed seated on the edge of the bed, completely stunned. You couldn’t believe how bold she was being, and you definitely never expected this from her.

She had been a stray you took in two years ago, someone you gave shelter to, someone you helped feel safe and at home, and now she was suddenly saying you were her… fated mate?

“Yes,” she said confidently, then paused and quickly added, “I mean- not just because of that.” She moved closer, gently resting her chin on your knee, her eyes bright and full of hope.

“You’re the one who took care of me,” she continued, smiling widely, “and… I really like you.”

Your mouth opened slightly, then closed it. It was honestly kind of absurd how she thought animal instincts worked the same way for humans too, especially since the word “mating” didn’t really mean the same thing at all.

“You do know what you’re saying, right?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at her. You stayed still, watching as she thought about it, clearly confused about why there would be anything wrong with what she said.

Megan tilted her head, ears still perked, looking even more focused now.

“Yeah. Why?”

You rubbed your face with your hand and let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “It’s just that….Megan, normal people don’t usually say stuff like that and expect it to end well.”

She frowned immediately, clearly offended by that idea. “But you’re not normal people,” she argued stubbornly. “You’re my person.”

That made your heart skip in a way you didn’t like. Still, you couldn’t ignore what she was really implying. You knew enough to understand that, for animals, mating meant getting the female pregnant, and that was basically what she was saying to you.

“But why me?” you asked, genuinely confused. “There are plenty of other hybrids like you who could, um…” you cleared your throat quietly, meeting her eyes, “be your mate instead.”

Megan’s heart dropped at what you said, and her fingers started picking nervously at the hem of the shirt she was wearing. Your shirt, that is. You had tried more than once to buy her clothes of her own, but she never wanted them unless they belonged to you first, just so she could smell your scent and feel safe and calm.

(Little did you know, she had been using your shirts in private, touching herself and jerking off just by thinking about you.)

“I don’t care about them,” she said quickly, her voice shaky as she lowered her head and stared at the floor, already expecting you to scold her for saying something so foolish. “I only want you…”

You hesitated, stuck in your own thoughts. If this whole “mating” thing actually happened the way she believed it would, that would mean you might end up carrying her puppies that would be hybrids like her.

At least, you thought that was how it would work. You honestly had no idea what would happen when a human and someone who could shift between animal and human got involved like that.

And yet, you couldn’t fully deny how you felt either. Megan had always been sweet and loyal, your devoted puppy. You tried to think rationally. You really did.

You told yourself this was ridiculous, that you couldn’t seriously be thinking about something this messy and complicated.

But ignoring biology and labels didn’t help much, because the word “mate” kept repeating in your head, and to your frustration, it stirred something unwanted in your body. You didn’t even understand how any of it would work, and the possible outcomes you couldn’t explain made your thoughts spin.

And right now, Megan was right there in your space like she always was, acting as if she naturally belonged there. Her chin was still resting on your knee, her big brown eyes bright and focused entirely on you.

In her dog form, she was exactly the same. Always waiting by the door when you came home, tail hitting the floor the second she heard your keys. Always pressing herself against your leg, like she needed to be sure you were really there.

In her human form, that devotion never went away. It just looked different. She wrapped her arms around you from behind while you cooked meat for her, because meat was good for dogs. She rested her cheek on your shoulder when she got tired. She fell asleep half on top of you because she liked the sound of your heartbeat.

She was clingy in an absolutely helpless way that made it hard to ever stay annoyed with her for long. And that was exactly the problem.

You’d catch yourself paying attention to how warm she felt whenever she hugged you, how naturally she fit against your body like it was something she was meant to do. You noticed how her eyes followed you around the room without her even being aware of it, and how she smiled at you like you were the center of her entire existence.

And then your thoughts would slowly drift somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t go.

You’d imagine her looking at you the same way, but this time fully understanding what it meant. You’d think about her large, human hands and how easily they wrapped around your waist. About how, when you messed around with her and got that overwhelming urge to smother her with affection, you ended up touching her too much and kissing her face over and over.

She’d turn into a flustered mess every time, and somehow your eyes would drop to the noticeable bulge in her sweatpants. The ones you let her borrow.

Every single time, you forced yourself to stop thinking like that.

“Stop,” you’d scold yourself. “She’s just Megan.”

Just a big, loyal puppy who trusted you completely.

A soft, pitiful sound pulled you out of your thoughts. Did she really just whimper like a sad dog while still in human form? Megan pushed her lower lip out into a miserable pout, resting her chin on your knee again and lowering her head toward the floor. It was just pitiful enough to make you second-guess saying no.

And her ears, edged with soft pink fur, were drooping badly. It made you feel like some cruel villain who had taken away her favorite toy.

Her tail, which had been wagging excitedly earlier, had gone still and lowered as well. Megan had already decided that your silence and hesitation meant you didn’t want her as your “mate.”

To her, that explanation made sense.

‘Does Y/N think I’m not good enough?’ she wondered. In her eyes, you were practically a goddess. She was just grateful to belong to you at all, proud to wear your name on her collar whenever she was in her dog form, clearly labeled as Y/N’s property.

“It’s okay, I… I don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t want,” she muttered softly, sounding so small and helpless that it made you pause. Her shoulders slumped, like she was giving up, accepting whatever you decided. The last thing she wanted was to make you uncomfortable or feel like she was forcing you.

Megan blinked slowly, her lashes wet, eyes glossy from the thought that maybe you didn’t want her that way, or worse, that you preferred real humans instead of her.

Just as she was about to shift back into her animal form, crawl to her dog bed, and stare at the wall for the rest of the day, you spoke.

“Get on the bed, Megan.”

Her ears shot up at your words, eyes going wide in surprise. Did you really just say that? Her ears twitched slightly, her cheeks flushing red. Her tail, which had been drooping, started to wag again.

The wagging got faster as excitement took over, her eyes shining bright, and a huge, eager smile spread across her face like you’d just given her the world.

She jumped up so quickly she almost tripped, but she caught herself and crawled toward the center of the bed, sitting down with her legs spread wide.

You swallowed hard, feeling your body react to the sight of her growing bulge.

‘Wow… she wanted this that much, huh?’

You got up and stood over her, looking her up and down before speaking again, though you couldn’t stop your fingers from twitching at the thought of touching her.

“Take your clothes off.”

Without hesitation, Megan started undressing. She pulled your shirt off over her shoulders, tossed it aside, and wiggled just enough to get your sweatpants off. Then she removed the boxers you’d gotten her, revealing her cock fully to you.

And damn, it looked like a prize just waiting to be touched. You remembered seeing a little of it when you helped her bathe before, but now it was fully on display, and bigger than you had expected. You hadn’t looked back then out of respect, but now… well, now it was hard to look away.

While she gazed at you eagerly, even tilting her head to the side as if awaiting your next command, it was your turn to undress. You unbuttoned your silk pajama top and slid off your pajama shorts, with the lace panties coming along.

The sight caused Megan to almost salivate. She wasn't even trying to hide it, with her cock twitching and her mind thinking that she could pleasure herself just by seeing you like this. Her hands twitched, desperately wanting to touch you now.

And you were aware of that, weren't you? Because her pupils were dilated, her cheeks were flushed, and she was waiting for the moment to pounce. But you also knew she wouldn't do that unless you gave her permission.

She’s such a good girl.

So obedient that you began giving her what she desired, crawling towards her and standing on your knees while positioning yourself on top of her lap.

Your clit brushed against her tip, and you couldn't help the subtle whimper that escaped your lips. She subtly whined from the feeling, already wanting to thrust her hips up so she could enter you and breed you right then.

You grabbed her chin with two fingers and lifted her head upwards because you noticed her staring at your breasts. What a damn pervert. You parted Megan's lips, guiding her, and then began kissing her. You kissed her gently at first, moving your lips gently enough to feel her lower lip quiver with need, the sensation electrifying her senses.

But the kiss didn't stay soft for long, because Megan took control of your mouth, exploring it with her eager tongue that made you squeak in surprise and surrender to the sensation, wrapping your arms around her.

Her big hands trembled slightly before resting on both sides of your waist. She was still struggling to control herself. The kiss, however, was already making you wet, and it made her tip twitch slightly from the damp sensation.

The feeling was so intense and made her so much more eager for you that she thrusted her hips upward, making you gasp softly as her tip poked your entrance, threatening to enter inside. You had to break the kiss to give her a soft, scolding look.

“Don’t do that, Megan.”

Your tone made her shiver, and she wrapped her waist around you entirely, a pleading look in her face.

Gosh, she looked so damn needy.

“‘m sorry mommy, won’t do it again,” she stammered, leaning forward to try and reclaim what was lost, which was your lips, but you placed a finger on her lips that made her whine softly in disappointment.

With your eyes hooded, you kept her gaze on you and gave her another command, using your other hand to lift her hand and place it on your breast. Her breath caught, and her tail slowed down in its wagging.

“I want you to touch me now,” you said, “can you do that?”

“Yes, yes,” the words spilled out of her lips messily with desperate nods, squeezing the same breast that you bit your lip to stifle a sound.

Her other hand unwrapped itself around your waist and began wandering around your body as if wanting to feel every inch of you, squeezing your ass, pinching your nipple, and starting to roam her lips around your skin messily again with soft sucks and nibbles until her lips landed on your chest.

Your breathing was heavy now, gaze filled with anticipation. She parted her lips and took your nipple into her mouth, sucking like a puppy wanting its mother's milk and swirling her tongue around the bud, which made you throw your head back, gasp in ecstasy, and press the back of your hand against your shaky lips.

“Mmmh- just like that, Megan,” you breathed, caressing her hair even as your fingers were a bit shaky as well, murmuring soft praises, “you’re such a good girl for me, aren't you?”

Your compliments made her ears flush red, and you noticed immediately. She adored being praised by you, so much that precum had already leaked from her tip, her ears flicking lightly. A soft, broken sound escaped from her throat, her tail thumping against the mattress with no rhythm at all.

She looked completely overwhelmed, eyes wide open, breathing uneven, hands awkwardly resting on you like she wasn’t sure where she was allowed to touch. She let go of your nipple with a soft pop, though a faint trace of saliva still clung to it.

“Y-yeah,” she breathed, nodding too quickly. “am good… wanna be good for you.”

It was almost painfully sincere. You could feel how tense she was under you, holding back by instinct alone. She waited, watching your face for permission like it mattered more than anything else in the world.

Megan could barely keep herself together now. You were far too tempting; after all those months of wanting to make herself completely yours, she already longed to feel you inside her.

Her breaths were shallow and uneven, chest rising too quickly, eyes fixed on you as if blinking might make everything vanish. Even the slightest movement from you drew a broken, soft, and needy sound from her lips.

“Please,” she whispered again, her voice cracking this time. “Please… I’ll be more than good. I promise I will. I just- I need you to…”

Her mind scrambled for words. She hadn’t learned all the right ones yet, and you hadn’t taught her the dirty words.

Luckily, you understood perfectly. With a satisfied smile, you drawled, “Well… since you’ve been patient enough, I guess I’ll give you what you want, yeah?”

She nodded eagerly again, staring at your hips as they moved slightly, watching you position yourself until you finally sank inside her.

The sensation made both of you gasp sharply, her hips moving instinctively while you threw your head back, lips parted. Megan grabbed your thighs, hands trembling, like she needed permission just to exist in the moment. Her eyes went wide and unfocused, mouth open as a broken sound tore from her chest.

She filled you up so completely that tears blurred your vision, while she couldn’t think of anything except the warmth of your body inside her. Your body shook with need as you began to ride her, rolling your hips fully, taking everything you could.

Megan made pathetic whines and moans while you gasped and repeated her name over and over. Her tail wagged at the sound of you saying her name so much, and she leaned into your neck, biting the side of it to ground herself.

You let out a sharp intake of breath as the sudden pain caught you off guard. “Don’t bite, Megan…” you barely managed to say, distracted by her cock moving in and out of you, though you scolded lightly. “Bad girl.”

She flinched at being called a bad girl after you had just praised her earlier. Her eyes filled with tears all at once, surprising you in the middle of your rhythm, and now she was… crying?

She sobbed softly, sniffing helplessly as your scolding hit her. She pulled you closer, licking the bite mark over and over, trying to soothe it and ease your anger so you wouldn’t stay mad at her.

“Sorry, mommy, so sorry…” she choked out between her sobs, her voice cracking. “Please don’t stop, please please…”

You clenched your jaw, struck by how desperate she was acting. So devoted and helpless for you that even a single scolding could make her cry. It drove you to push her further, increasing your movements as you rode her harder, making her gasp and let out soft cries, then moan repeatedly while visibly trembling.

“Fuck, Megan…” you gasped, eyes stinging with your own tears from the mix of pain and pleasure. You rode out your orgasm, and you could tell she was close by how her cock twitched inside you.

You slid your hands into the strands of her hair behind her head, tugging her close and pulling her in for another deep kiss. She moaned into it, full of need.

Gaining confidence, she began to thrust her hips forward, causing you to lean back until you were lying flat on your back. Her hands never left your body, caressing every inch as she started moving herself.

Megan moved so clumsily and sloppily, showing her lack of experience and how overwhelmed she was by the pleasure. She didn’t stop kissing you until you pulled away slightly, and she just buried her head in the crook of your neck, letting out a soft whine while she thrust faster and harder.

“Feels- feels so good,” she babbled, words stumbling over each other. Her grip tightened, fingers digging into your skin as if afraid to let go. Her tail thrashed wildly, completely out of control. “Need to c-cum…”

You clenched around her cock, yourself on the edge of release as well. Drops of her cum began leaking inside you, and when you grabbed one of her ears and tugged it down, she moaned loudly, hips bucking against you as she filled you completely with her orgasm.

For a moment, both of you panted heavily, sweat slicked over your bodies as you tried to recover. Your hands instinctively pressed against her shoulders, realizing the weight of what just happened.

Soon, you could be having children with those same doe eyes, those soft ears with a tail that seemed to have its own mind…all because of this one night.

Thinking it was over, you weakly tried to push her off, but Megan just hugged you tighter, nuzzling her head into your neck again. The soft fur of her ears tickled your skin, making your heart skip a beat.

“Still want more…” she pouted, then pulled back just enough to rest her face between your breasts, looking up with those innocent puppy eyes.

How could she look so pure and innocent after fucking you hard and boldly claiming she wanted to mate with you? The irony almost made you laugh.

Then her voice softened, full of hope. “Please? I still feel empty, like you’ll take it away if we stop...”

At the moment before you could even form an answer, you felt her cock, still buried deep inside you, harden again and pressing fully against you.