Lions are smelly

Okay, gays. Tomorrow is the day.

The next and final chapter for Break a Leg (And Break The Bed) debuts on Patreon with all its glorious length. (It's a monster of a chapter.)

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Some old kisses based on my fic [ Break a Leg ], which you should definitely check out if you love a shitton of tension, bad humor and pretty good smut all wrapped in a rocky road of rivals with benefits to friends to fwb to the softest most disgustingly sweet lovers

Adora captures her lips again, and Catra melts with a little moan, her spine straightening for a better angle. Her hand crawls up Adora's back on the curve of her spine, fingers curling around her silky ponytail. Adora pulls Catra closer by her waist, arms wrapping around her in a gentle embrace.

Something very old from like 2 years ago

| Ruined the Vibe |

aka local catgirl joins her friend for sex toy hunting to be nice, immediately regrets it.

explicit | fluff & smut | neither of these disaster lesbians know how to flirt like a human being and it is equally frustrating and entertaining

Catra pats Scorpia’s shoulder, and lifts her jaw to look around the place. The inside of the tiny, crumpled store is surprisingly well-lit – blinking LEDs in every color, illuminating different aisles and glass vitrines and décor. There is a register right in front of them with no one in sight, just a Ring for sex bell with an additional “*assistance :)” post-it taped on the countertop right next to it. It is the dorkiest shit Catra has ever seen.