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maple-sheep · 13 days

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Either a rasbi and Owen fic pr a Owen and magic fic

For the magic fic maybe a punishment type thing?

I don't really have an idea for the rasbi fic tho

So sorry this took so long! I've been busy with planning a trip with my gf and a friend who I share an Ao3 account with. I will respond to asks and messages sometimes but not often during the trip!

Fic below the cut. You can also find this fic on my shared Ao3 account, SongBirdSheep!

Owen was standing near the gate when he saw Magic heading toward the gate. Owen walked over to her. "H, Magic." She jumped slightly. "Hello, Owen… What do you want?" she asked, looking down at the ground. "I want to talk to you about the person on the wall." He said, her eyes widened and she swallowed. "W-what person on the wall..?" She asked, trying to act innocent. "Oh come on Magic. I know you saw it too." She shook her head. "N-no I never saw anyone on the wall." He frowned at her. "Look, we should talk about this. Follow me." He started toward his house, Magic hesitated, she clearly didn't want to talk about it, but she followed anyways.

They went into the house, Owen closed the door behind him. "Now. Tell me what happened." He said, looking at her sternly. Magic bit her lip, she looked around nervously. "I-I don't know what y-you mean." She stuttered out. "Don't lie to me, Magic. You did see that person, and you saw the time change, why are you lying?" He demanded. Magic gulped, she didn't have any excuse for that. "Magic…" He growled, he grabbed her wrist roughly. "No! I seriously didn't see anything!" She tried so struggle away from him, but he had a strong grip. "Stop acting like a child. Tell me." He pulled her closer to him. "I'm-m not lying!" She cried out, tears streaming down her face. "Liar!" He yelled at her, pulling her close to his chest. "Fuck! Stop it!" She screamed as he picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed roughly, making her scream in pain when her food hit a bedpost. He quickly undressed her and grabbed some rope, tying her hands together and then to the headboard. He then climbed on top of her. "No! No please!" She cried, tears flowing freely down her face. "Shh…" He whispered, kissing her lips softly. "This will only hurt for a while. Then you can go back to lying to me." He smiled down at her, kissing her cheek. "Please! Don't do this!" She begged, tears still pouring down her face. "Shhh, be quiet."

He trailed a hand down her stomach and pressed two fingers to her clit. "Ah!" She gasped. He began to rub circles on her clit, making her moan loudly. He continued to play with her clit, causing her to moan louder. After a few minutes he stopped. "Ah! Please! Keep going!" She cried, shaking under him. "Why would I stop?" He smirked down at her, leaning down to kiss her again. He slowly slipped a finger inside of her pussy, pumping it in and out of her. She whined, arching her back and pressing against his clothed cock. "Oh my god…" She whimpered, grinding herself against his finger. He pulled it back out and continued to rub her clit while he leaned down and began to lick at her nipples. She struggled against the restraints but she knew she wasn't strong enough to brake out of them. He licked her nipples more aggressively, making her moan louder. He moved his tongue lower, moving to lick her pussy. "Oh my god… Oh my god!" She cried out, shaking under him. He slid another finger inside of her, pumping both of them in and out of her. He licked at her clit faster and faster, making her cum within minutes. He removed his fingers and kissed up her body, stopping to suck on one of her breasts. He continued to suck on it, making her moan. "Oh my god! Please keep doing that!" She begged, whining under him. He sucked harder on it, making her cry out. After a minute he released it and started to bite her neck, he didn't leave any visible marks above the collarbone, but he left purple and black marks on her skin under the collarbone.

He then kissed up her body, revealing his toned body and hard nipples. He leaned down and licked up her body again, stopping to suck on her other breast. He sucked even harder than before, making her moan louder than before. After a couple minutes he stopped sucking on her breasts and leaned down to kiss her. He started to play with her clit again, making her moan even louder than before. After a minute or so she squeezed her legs together as she came.

Owen looked down at it for a moment, trailing his fingers through her cum before wiping his hands on the side of her face. He didn't really give her much time before he went back to rub her clit again. Magic squirmed, the overstimulation hurt. But Owen didn't seem to care, he just kept rubbing her clit. Magic couldn't help but enjoy it, even if she did feel bad about lying to him. After a few minutes he stopped and pulled off his clothes, revealing his large cock. He leaned down and sucked on her tits again, making her moan louder. He took a deep breath and then pressed his cock into her, once he got the tip in he thrusted the rest in with one harsh thrust. Magic screamed out loud, her entire body tensing up. Owen just smiled down at her and then started to pound into her. Magic's screams grew louder and louder as he pounded harder and harder. She wrapped her legs around Owen.

She felt bad for kind of liking this, she shouldn't like it. But… Owen started to play with her clit as he continued to fuck her, making her cum again. Owen slowed down after a few more thrusts, he wanted to make sure she stayed quiet during the whole thing. He continued to fuck her gently, his cock sliding easily in and out of her wet pussy. Magic moaned softly, she loved how gentle he was being now. She couldn't believe how good it felt. She had never been fucked like this before, and it felt amazing. After a few more thrusts he slammed into her one last time, filling her with his hot cum. They laid there for a few moments before Owen finally let go of her. He untied her wrists from the bedposts and got dressed. He then left her to get dressed herself. For a few minutes, she didn't move. She just laid there. She was tempted to just fall asleep, but she didn't know if Owen would let her sleep in his bed. She sat up and got dressed.

#outsiderssmpnsfw

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maple-sheep · 25 days

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Can I request either art or a fanfic?

Yes! I take requests! I can't be sure I'll actually do an art request if I get them, I'm bad at completing art requests. For art requests you should ask my gf!

#maple asks

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maple-sheep · 26 days

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Sam/Grian Smut fic

Warning! Under age, r@pe, don't like don't read

Sam was babysitting for the next two weeks, Grian's parents had to go on a trip and he left Grian with him. But there was a problem, Sam always felt worked up around Grian and normally he waited for his parents to pick him up so he could go touch himself, but now he was stuck with Grian for two weeks, and he was horny.

On the first day Grian stayed over Sam was sitting on the couch watching TV when Grian ran into his arms and hugged him, "Hi Sam!" Grian yelled as he squeezed Sam tightly, "hi Grian" Sam smiled back at him. "Can I sit on your lap?" Grian asked and Sam nodded "yeah, sure." Sam said as he patted his lap.

As soon as Grian sat on Sam's lap he felt something in his pants get hard, Sam knew it was wrong but he couldn’t resist, he unbuttoned his pants and carefully pulled out his dick, touching it and making sure he didn't moan, after a minute or two of rubbing his dick he started to get close to cumming, when he did it got on the back of Grian's red sweater so he reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a napkin, then he stood up quickly and took Grian by the shoulders, "hey Grian, you got some food on your shirt." Sam said as he held Grian in place and wiped the cum off his hands on Grian's shirt, "oh ok." Grian said as he got up and rubbed his shirt to clean it, then they both went to Sam's bedroom where he helped Grian change into some clean clothes.

After Grian changed into a clean shirt he went back out to the living room to watch some more TV, Sam followed him and sat next to him, as they were watching TV Grian leaned against Sam, and after a bit of watching TV Grian fell asleep, Sam smirked to himself as he moved Grian to lay on his lap. He then put his hands under Grian's shirt and started to gently rub his chest and stomach, he wanted to feel more than just skin so he lifted Grian's shirt up to reveal his belly button, then he lowered his hands to feel Grian's ass, Sam could feel his dick starting to get hard again from touching Grian like that so he pulled his pants down a little bit so he could start touching his dick again too.

The fourth night after Sam had laid Grian down to sleep he waited outside Grian's room, this time he heard Grian snoring even faster than usual. So Sam quietly opened the door and walked in, he closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed. Then Sam got onto the bed and hovered over Grian, he lifted up Grian's covers completely so he could see Grian's face. Sam then pulled out his dick and began touching it again, after a few minutes he felt himself getting close to cumming so he put his thumb between Grian's lips again and pushed the tip of his dick into his mouth. As soon as Sam did that he felt Grian's tongue brush against the head of his dick again which caused Sam to moan softly. After a few more strokes Sam finally came inside Grian's mouth, then he got up and went back to his bedroom. The next morning Grian woke up and noticed a weird taste in his mouth again, but he thought it was nothing so he brushed his teeth and went downstairs to eat breakfast.

That night when Sam had laid down to go to sleep Grian came into his room and asked if he could sleep with Sam because he had a nightmare, "Yeah, sure." Sam said as he sat up in bed, "do you mind if I bring my stuffed animal?" Grian asked, Sam shrugged, "Okay, but don't wake me up please." Sam said as he lay down again and turned off his light. "goodnight Sam." Grian said as he crawled into bed next to him. Sam didn't say anything, he just laid there silently. After a few minutes of silence Sam heard Grian yawn. Sam felt warm with Grian so close next to him, he placed a hand on Grian's side and let it trail down into his pajama shorts. Grian shifted slightly, but Sam ignored it and kept his hand there. He could feel Grian's heart beating through his shirt, he wondered if Grian was still awake. Sam moved his hand to slide his shorts a little down, then he pressed his fingers against the waistband of his underwear, feeling for any resistance. He found none, so he slid his finger inside Grian's underwear and cupped his balls. He could feel them tighten in his grip, and he smiled to himself. He continued to fondle them until Grian began to squirm underneath him. Sam chuckled to himself and pulled his finger out of Grian's underwear. He slid his hand back up to rest on Grian's hip, then he pulled Grian's shorts and underwear down enough to expose his bare butt. He let his hand trail down Grian's backside, feeling for any soft spots. He found one, right above Grian's tailbone, and he pressed his palm against it. Grian shuddered beneath him, and Sam chuckled to himself again. He moved his hand lower, running it along Grian's crack until he found the entrance to his hole. He paused for a moment, letting his fingers explore the area around it. Then he pushed one of them inside, feeling the warmth and wetness of Grian's insides.

Sam paused for a moment, wondering what Grian would think if he knew what Sam was doing. He decided to press forward anyway, sliding his finger deeper inside Grian's hole. He could feel the muscles contracting around it, trying to expel it. But Sam held firm, pressing deeper until he hit the spot that sent Grian into a frenzy. He moaned loudly, his voice muffled by the blankets. Sam chuckled to himself again, enjoying the sound of Grian's pleasure. He continued to thrust his finger in and out of Grian's hole, feeling the walls contract around it each time. Eventually, he withdrew his finger and slid it down to Grian's ass again. He then pulled his own pants off and began to grind it against Grian, but when he did Grian began to wake up. "What are you doing?" Grian asked as he sat up and looked at Sam. "nothing." Sam said as he stopped grinding, "just making sure you were comfortable." Sam lied. "What was that hard thing?" Grian asked as he tried to look in the darkness. "Nothin'." Sam said as he grabbed Grian's arms and forsed him to lay on the bed as he started grinding against Grian's leg. "Stop it!" Grian cried as he struggled, "No!" Sam said as he forced his way past Grian's struggling and began to move faster. "STOP IT!" Grian screamed as he tried to break free of Sam's hold, but Sam was too strong for him, and he pinned Grian to the bed. "Shut up!" Sam growled as he continued to grind against Grian's leg, "Just enjoy it!" Sam demanded, and Grian gave up fighting as he lay there whimpering.

Sam smirked to himself as he felt Grian give up fighting. He knew that Grian was afraid of him, but he didn't care. After a few minutes of that, Sam moved to pin him with his legs so his arm's were free to grab his bottle of lube from the bedside table, in this new position his dick was so close to Grian's mouth that precome was dripping onto it, he wanted to forse it in his mouth so bad but he chose not to, not today at least. Sam poured some lube onto his fingers and rubbed it in before pushing them into Grian's ass, he could feel how tight he was when he tried to put in another finger. "Ah! Stop!" Grian cried as tears filled his eyes and dripped down his cheeks, but Sam didn't stop, he added another finger and stretched him out until he could fit three fingers easily inside. Then Sam removed his fingers and replaced them with his dick, Grian screamed in pain as Sam pushed in, Sam loved hearing him scream, he didn't know why but he did.

Sam was really enjoying himself as he thrust in and out of Grian's ass at a rather quick pace, he could feel Grian's body tense up each time he pushed in, "fuck, you're so tight" Sam moaned as he continued to fuck Grian. "Please stop!" Grian cried as he tried to push Sam away. "Fuck no, I'm not done yet" Sam said as he held Grian down with one hand and used the other to reach around and play with Grian's small cock, "you like that?" Sam asked as he pumped Grian's cock in his hand. "No!" Grian screamed as he arched his back.

Sam was about to reach climax when suddenly he felt Grian tense up around his dick, "Oh god! I'm gonna cum!" Sam moaned as he fucked Grian even harder. Grian begged him to stop but Sam didn't listen. Instead he pulled out his dick and aimed it at Grian's face, shooting his load all over his face and hair. Grian gasped in shock as he stared at the mess on his face. "Now clean yourself up" Sam said as he let go of Grian, but when Grian tried to move he cried out in pain. "I... Can't move.." He whined, and Sam chuckled, getting under the covers and pulling him close. "Goodnight Grian" Sam said as he kissed Grian's forehead. Grian sighed in defeat and closed his eyes, "Goodnight Sam..." He whispered as he drifted off to sleep.

Sam woke up the next morning to find that Grian hadn't moved at all during the night, he was still laying exactly where he had been when Sam had fallen asleep. Sam grinned to himself as he climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he returned to his bedroom he found Grian still lying motionless on his bed, so he pulled off his towel and got back into bed next to him, wrapping his arms around him from behind and nuzzling his neck.

Grian stirred slightly as Sam did this, but he didn't wake up fully. Sam could feel Grian's heart beating fast beneath his hands, and he wondered if Grian was dreaming about last night. He decided to wait until later to ask him about it.

The next day Grian was limping and he seemed to be missing his normal hyper energy, but Sam didn't care. Grian also seemed scared of Sam, witch only made Sam more aroused at the thought of someone being scared of him. Sam enjoyed scaring people, and he knew that Grian was scared of him. He wanted to make Grian fear him more, to show him who was boss. After a while Grian built up enough courage to speak to Sam. "S-Sam... Can I have something to eat?" He stuttered. Sam grinned at him. "No." He said simply. Grian gulped nervously and tried again. "P-please?" Sam shook his head. "No." He repeated. "But... I'm hungry!" Grian protested. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying you need to eat?" He asked mockingly. Grian flushed and looked down at the floor. "Y-yes." He admitted. Sam smirked and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "Then beg for it." He said darkly. Grian shivered at the tone of his voice, and Sam could feel his breath tickling his neck as he spoke.

Grian hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "W-h-hat do you mean?" Grian's voice shook with fear as he asked. Sam sat back on his chair as he unbuttoned his pants, he decided not to wear underwear today, He was already hard as he brought his dick out. "Suck." He said simply, Grian looked up at him with confusion. Sam sighed, he forgot for a moment that Grian was too young to know what that meant. "Lick my dick." He explained. Grian blushed and looked down at the ground. "I d-don't want to..." He mumbled. Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed Grian's chin, forcing him to look up at him. Sam growled with frustration "Open your mouth." He commanded. Grian clamped his mouth shut and looked away. Sam sighed and stood up, he leaned down so that their faces were level and stared directly into Grian's eyes. "Open your mouth." He repeated. Grian's eyes widened in fear as he realized what Sam wanted from him. His mouth trembled as he tried to form words, but no sound came out. Sam leaned closer, his lips almost brushing against Grian's ear. "Open your fucking mouth." He whispered harshly. Grian gasped at the sudden closeness and let out a small whimper. Sam took advantage of this and pressed his fingers into Grian's mouth. Standing up, Sam used his fingers to pry Grian's mouth open and forse his dick inside, making Grian gag. He was surprised at how easily Grian accepted his cock. Sam began to pump his hips slowly, enjoying the feeling of Grian's throat constricting around his shaft. Grian coughed and choked on Sam's dick, but Sam didn't let up. He continued to thrust into Grian's throat, feeling the muscles working to accommodate him. Finally, Sam reached his limit and began to shoot his load down Grian's throat. Grian gagged and choked as Sam came inside him, but Sam didn't stop thrusting. He continued to fuck Grian's throat until he was finished, then he pulled out and stepped back to admire his work. Grian collapsed on the floor and coughed as if he was trying to throw up the cum he swallowed. Sam laughed to himself and left the room, closing the door behind him.

#hermitnsfw #trafficnsfw

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maple-sheep · 26 days

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I made a soft smut fic? That's out of character.

So warning this is a smutfic, don't like, don't read.

Grian was feeling down. He had been struggling with feelings of loneliness and isolation, and it seemed like no matter what he did, he couldn't shake off the sadness that had been weighing him down. He had always been close with his friend Mumbo, but even their friendship seemed to be straining under the weight of Grian's unhappiness. One evening, Grian found himself alone in his bedroom, tears streaming down his face as he tried to make sense of his emotions. He heard a knock at the door, and Mumbo's familiar voice called out to him. “Grian, can I come in?” Grian sniffed and wiped at his tears, calling out for Mumbo to enter. When his friend appeared in the doorway, Grian could see the concern etched on his face. “Hey, what's going on? I haven’t seen you in a while.” Mumbo asked, crossing the room to sit down next to Grian on the bed. Grian shook his head, unable to find the words to explain how he was feeling. Instead, he leaned into Mumbo's comforting embrace, letting out a deep sigh as he felt his friend's arms wrap around him. Mumbo rubbed small circles on Grian's back, murmuring soothing words as he held him. Slowly, Grian began to relax, feeling the weight of his sadness lifting slightly as he allowed himself to be comforted. As they sat there, the tension between them began to build. Grian could feel the heat radiating off of Mumbo's body, and the scent of his cologne filled his nostrils. He found himself becoming aroused, why was he feeling like this? Mumbo had only come by to comfort him, not... Still, he couldn't help but wonder if Mumbo was feeling the same way. Without saying a word, Grian leaned in and pressed his lips to Mumbo's. To his surprise, Mumbo responded eagerly, kissing him back with a passion that took his breath away. As they continued to kiss, their hands began to wander, exploring each other's bodies with a hunger that only intensified with every touch. Grian's heart raced as he felt Mumbo's hand slip beneath his shirt, his fingertips tracing patterns on his skin as they made their way lower and lower. Finally, Mumbo's hand reached Grian's pants, and he undid the buttons with a flick of his wrist. Grian gasped as he felt his friend's hand wrap around his cock, stroking it firmly as he continued to kiss him. Mumbo's lips left Grian's, trailing a line of hot, wet kisses down his neck and chest as the black-haired man explored his body. Grian let out a low moan, arching his back as Mumbo's mouth found his nipples, teasing and nipping at them with his teeth. The taller man's hands roamed over Grian's body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, as he continued his descent. Finally, Mumbo reached his destination and waste no time, taking Grian's hard length into his mouth. Grian's breath hitched as he felt the warmth of Mumbo's mouth surrounding him, his skilled lips and tongue working in tandem to bring him to the brink of orgasm. Mumbo's head bobbed up and down, the sound of wet, sloppy kisses filling the air. Grian's fingers found their way into Mumbo's hair, gripping tight as he thrust his hips up, driving himself deeper into the other man's mouth. Mumbo's hands gripped Grian's hips, holding him in place as he continued his relentless assault. Grian's breathing became labored as Mumbo's mouth and tongue drove him closer and closer to the edge. Just as Grian was about to come, Mumbo pulled back, leaving him panting and desperate for more. Grian's hips bucked up, trying to follow Mumbo's mouth, but the taller man denied him. Instead, he traced a line of hot, wet kisses up Grian's chest and neck, before recapturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Grian could taste himself on Mumbo's lips, and it only served to fuel his desire. He moaned into the kiss as Mumbo's hand found its way back to his cock, stroking him firmly as they continued to explore each other's mouths. Grian knew that it wouldn't be long before he came, and he wanted to feel Mumbo's mouth on him again.

“Please, Mumbo,” Grian begged, his voice hoarse with desire. “I need you, please don't stop.” Mumbo smiled wickedly, his eyes gleaming with lust as he positioned himself between Grian's legs. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking up his fingers before gently probing Grian's entrance. Grian moaned as he felt Mumbo's fingers enter him, his body trembling with pleasure as his friend worked them deeper and deeper. “You're so tight, Grian,” Mumbo murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I can't wait to be inside you.” Grian nodded, unable to speak as he felt Mumbo's fingers stretching him, preparing him for what was to come. When he was certain Grian was ready, Mumbo removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, thrusting deep inside him with a groan. Grian cried out as he felt Mumbo fill him up, his body stretching to accommodate his friend's girth. Mumbo began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm as he fucked Grian with a passion that was both intense and tender. Grian clung to him, his legs wrapped around Mumbo's waist as he took every thrust, meeting him stroke for stroke. “Oh, Grian,” Mumbo breathed, his mouth finding Grian's again in a deep, passionate kiss. “You feel so good, so perfect.” Grian moaned, his body trembling with pleasure as Mumbo continued to thrust into him. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his orgasm building deep within him. “Don't stop, Mumbo,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please, I'm so close.” Mumbo increased his pace, his hips moving faster and harder as he drove Grian towards his release. Grian felt himself start to shake, his orgasm crashing over him in waves of pure pleasure. He cried out, his body bucking beneath Mumbo as he came hard, his release spilling between them. Mumbo followed soon after, his own orgasm ripping through him as he thrust deep inside Grian one last time. He collapsed on top of Grian, his breathing ragged and uneven as he tried to catch his breath. “That was incredible,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Grian's forehead. “You're incredible.” Grian blushed, his cheeks turning a deep red as he buried his face in Mumbo's chest. He felt overwhelmed and emotional, his body still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “That was...amazing.” Mumbo smiled, his eyes soft and gentle as he looked down at Grian. He brushed a strand of hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear. “I'm always here for you, Grian.” he said softly. “Always.” Grian nodded, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He knew that Mumbo would always be there for him, no matter what. And in that moment, wrapped in his friend's arms, he felt more loved and cherished than he ever had before.

#hermitnsfw #Gr.an #M.mbo

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maple-sheep · 26 days

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Has it been long enough to ask how osmps going?

Yes! it has.

I'm now on Owen's episode Saving a life in the Outsiders SMP.

Also right after I said none of the female characters have done any wrong so far, as soon as I said that Beks had to go be evil! Had to prove me wrong as soon as I spoke huh? Also I was hoping that Owen would have been able to talk to Apo again, I was so upset about it!

And also earlier in the series when Owen remembered his mother playing flute for him when he was crying as a baby, I remember saying out loud "How do you remember this? You were only a baby?" Then he started crying, saying he wanted to go home, and then I felt awful.

#maple asks

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maple-sheep · 28 days

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Does Owen have feelings for Apo? I mean, how he's been talking about Apo after he went to prison, it just sounds like they have/had feelings for each other, and how Owen felt after the beach episode.

#outsiders smp #owenjuicetv

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maple-sheep · 28 days

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Hey, want me to dm you some outsiders art :3

Ok, sure! I'd love to see some!

#maple asks

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maple-sheep · 29 days

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What's your thoughts on the outsiders girls? Or characters in general either works

I love the girls! Magic is one of my favorites, along with Rasbi, Graecie and Guts. I like how Guts is a full demon and I love how Raila draws her! I like Soup, she's really cool. And so far like none of the girls have done really any bad. (That might change but, as of how far I am)

Also you've spoken to Lamb/Raila so much that she has made you your own tag lol.

#maple asks

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maple-sheep · 1 month

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Teams ZITS A/B/O fic

This is the first one I've posted.

To see the dynamics and some of my headcannons see this post> 👁👄👁

Smut fic🔞

Word count: 2,456

Zedaph woke up feeling warmer than normal, thinking it was just the blanket wrapped around him he kicked it off, but when he didn't feel better, he groaned realizing he was in heat. He sat up and reached for his communicator, his mind racing with thoughts. He nocked down his glass of water on to the floor before he found his communicator, his eyes scanning the screen for one of his mates.

He clicked the chat for the first of his mates he saw, which was Tango. The screen flickered to life, displaying messages between them.

<Zedaph> Tang0 can you comw to mt base

He waited for what felt like forever before Tango responded, his heart racing with anticipation.

<TangoTek> I'm on my way

Zedaph let out a sigh of relief as he put the communicator down and waited for Tango to arrive. As he tossed and turned, the heat in his stomach only intensified, making his skin feel like it was on fire. He tried to focus on his breathing, but his mind kept wandering back to the discomfort that was growing by the minute. His thighs began to feel like they were glued together, and he couldn't help but rub his legs together.

The friction he created between his thighs was a small comfort, but it only seemed to make him more aware of the heat coursing through his veins. He let out a low groan, feeling like he was going to lose his mind if he didn't find a way to cool down.

With a sudden burst of frustration, Zedaph ripped off his pajama shirt and threw it across the room. He was starting to get desperate, and his usually calm demeanor was quickly giving way to panic.

As he lay there, his bare chest heaving with ragged breaths, he felt like he was going to implode from the inside out. He grabbed at the sheets, twisting and writhing as he tried to find some relief from the heat that seemed to be consuming him.

His small whines turned into moans as he continued to thrash about, his body wracked with discomfort. He felt like a wild animal trapped in a cage, unable to escape the torment that was ravaging his body.

The sound of a knock on the bedroom door was like a beacon of relief for Zedaph, who was starting to feel like he was going to lose his mind from the heat coursing through his veins. He groaned in anticipation, hoping that it was Tango on the other side of the door.

When Tango's head poked into the room, Zedaph's eyes lit up with hope.

"Zed?"

Tango called, his voice low and calm. As he sniffed the air, Zedaph could sense a hint of concern in his friend's tone.

"Oh, are you in heat?"

Tango asked, his voice tinged with amusement. Zedaph nodded weakly, feeling like he was on the verge of collapse.

Tango chuckled softly and pushed open the door, sauntering into the room with a confident stride. He sat down beside Zedaph on the bed, his presence a comforting balm to Zedaph's frazzled nerves. As he leaned against Tango, he buried his face in his mate's neck, seeking solace in the familiar scent of burnt copper emanating from his sent glands. Tango patted him on the back, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"Be patient, let me tell the others,"

he said, his voice soothing. Zedaph moaned quietly, feeling like he was trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn't wake up.

As Tango pulled out his communicator and began to type out a message, Zedaph watched him with a mix of gratitude and desperation.

Tango's gaze lingered on Zedaph, his eyes searching for a glimmer of calm in the turbulent sea of his friend's emotions. But even as he tried to soothe Zedaph with his gentle words, Zedaph could sense the underlying tension beneath Tango's surface. It was a hunger that seemed to be growing by the minute, a hunger that was impossible to ignore.

Tango's tail flicked restlessly, a telltale sign of his own escalating emotions.

Just as Zedaph felt like he was drowning in the waves of Tango's emotions, the door creaked open and Skizz stepped into the room. He was holding a small bag of supplies, and as he moved towards Tango.

Impulse was right behind him, his eyes scanning the room. In the dimly lit room, Zedaph's whines echoed softly, a testament to his discomfort. Skizz, ever the attentive companion, responded by sitting down and gently pulling Zedaph closer to him. Zed drew in Skizz’s sweet sent. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as Skizz slowly removed Zedaph's pajama shorts, revealing the tender skin beneath and dragging a finger across Zed’s hole.

Tango leaned in close to Zedaph, his warm hands gliding along the contours of Zedaph's stomach. The touch was soothing, yet it elicited a groan from Zedaph, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Tango, sensing Zedaph's need for connection, placed a hand on Zedaph's cheek, drawing him in for a tender kiss.

As their lips met, Zedaph felt a sharp nip on his lip, Zedaph opened his mouth and Tango pushed his tongue into Zedaph's mouth, deepening the kiss. Meanwhile, Skizz trailed his fingers along the mating bites on Zedaph's neck.

As Tango's grip tightened as he pulled away, the husky growl escaping his lips betrayed his frustration at the loss as he pulled away. Impulse, sensing the tension, deftly repositioned Zedaph, leaning him against Skizz's broad frame. Skizz's nimble fingers reached around, brushing against Zedaph's dick with a teasing caress. Zedaph's hips involuntarily bucked up in response, eliciting a chuckle from Skizz.

“Someone's eager,”

he whispered, his breath tickling Zedaph's ear. Tango, unable to resist the allure, moved to sit in front of the pair. With a swift motion, he grabbed Zedaph, while Skizz firmly gripped his own member. As Tango slowly lowered Zedaph onto Skizz's throbbing erection, a moan escaped Zedaph's lips, his body melting into the sensation that enveloped him. The heat in his stomach eased a bit. Tango got closer and pressed his dick to Zedaph’s hole aswell. Zedaph clenched his teeth at the strech. A guttural moan escaped Zedaph's lips as the fullness of their connection filled him. Tango's strong hands found purchase on Zed's hips, and he began a rhythmic thrusting motion that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his lover's body. Each thrust seemed to hit Zedaph's prostate with precision, eliciting a moan of ecstasy that echoed through the dimly lit room. Tango's own body responded in kind, and he found himself caught in a whirlwind of desire that threatened to consume him. The heat in his stomach eased with each thrust, replaced by a sense of profound satisfaction and fulfillment.

Skizz's fingers dug into Zedaph's slender waist, gripping him tightly as Tango's thick length filled him to the brim. The sensation of having both men inside him sent shivers down his spine, a symphony of ecstasy that resonated throughout his entire being. As Tango withdrew, leaving Skizz still inside Zed, the blond's hot cum dripped from Zedaph's engorged hole, a testament to the intensity of their lovemaking. Skizz gently picked Zed up and lowered Zedaph onto his back, his hands caressing Zedaph's hair, brushing away the sweat and that clung to his skin. The tenderness of Skizz's touch was a stark contrast to the raw passion that had just transpired, a reminder of the deep connection they shared. Suddenly, Zedaph felt the weight of hands pressing on his horns. He looked up to see Impulse's cock aligned perfectly with his mouth, a sight that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through his veins. Without hesitation, he opened wide and Impulse thrust in, the force of the entry sending a wave of pleasure through Zedaph's body. He had to force himself to relax his throat muscles to accommodate Impulse's girth, a challenge that only heightened the intensity of the experience. Impulse's relentless thrusts sent Zedaph's senses into overdrive. He could feel the heat of their combined bodies, the sound of their heavy breathing, and the musky scent of their arousal. Each thrust seemed to fill him up more completely, stretching his limits and bringing him closer to the edge of ecstasy. As Impulse reached his climax, Zedaph felt a surge of hot cum flood into his mouth. He swallowed it greedily, savoring the taste and the sensation of pleasure that it brought. When Impulse finally pulled out, Zedaph was left breathless and trembling. His body still tingling from the effects of the orgasm. Skizz and Tango gathered around him, their hands gently stroking his skin, a comforting touch that soothed his frayed nerves. Zedaph looked up at them, his eyes filled with love and gratitude.

Zed began to curl into himself, feeling warm and satisfied. The comforting embrace of the moment was a stark contrast to the intensity that was about to follow. As he lay there, basking in the afterglow of their previous encounter, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. His body was still tingling with the remnants of pleasure, and his mind was pleasantly hazy with the lingering effects of their passionate encounter. But then, a hand gently but firmly pushed on his back, causing him to shift and lay on his belly. The sudden change in position jolted him back to reality, and he felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. He knew what was coming next, and his body responded accordingly, his heart rate quickening and his breaths becoming shallow. As he lay there, he felt something hard press against his hole. The sensation was both familiar and foreign, a mix of excitement and trepidation that sent a wave of goosebumps across his skin. He knew it had to be Impulse, the one who had just given him so much pleasure. Impulse's presence was a comforting one, and Zed felt a sense of trust and safety in their hands. With a deep breath, Zed braced himself for what was to come. He felt Impulse's hand on his back, steadying him as they began to push in. The initial pressure was intense, and Zed couldn't help but moan in response. His body tensed up, and he felt a mixture of pain and pleasure as Impulse continued to push deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, and Zed found himself lost in the moment. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and his body was a battleground of sensations. He could feel every inch of Impulse as they moved inside him, and the intensity of the experience was almost too much to bear. But despite the discomfort, Zed found himself craving more. He wanted to feel Impulse's presence, to be filled and consumed by their passion. He knew that this was just the beginning, and he was more than ready for what was to come. As Impulse continued to push in, Zed felt himself being pulled deeper into the experience. His body was no longer his own, and he was at the mercy of Impulse's desires. He surrendered himself to the moment, allowing himself to be swept away by the intensity of their passion. And as Impulse finally settled into place, Zed felt a sense of completion wash over him. The pain had subsided, and all that remained was the overwhelming sense of pleasure that coursed through his veins. He was lost in the moment, and he knew that he would never forget this experience for as long as he lived.

As he lay there, Impulse's powerful thrusts relentlessly pounded against him, each surge reverberating through his very being. The intensity of the sensation was almost unbearable, like a torrent of electricity coursing through his body. With each thrust, Impulse tugged roughly at the wool on his back, causing him to grit his teeth in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The overstimulation was overwhelming, threatening to engulf him in a maelstrom of sensations. The room was filled with a symphony of sounds, the rhythmic pounding of Impulse's body against his, the soft rustling of the wool, and the occasional gasp or moan escaping from his lips. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, a heady mix that only served to heighten the intensity of the experience. As the moments passed, he found himself becoming more and more lost in the sensations, his mind and body completely consumed by the raw, primal energy that flowed between them.

In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation and desire. Impulse, with a determined look on his face, pressed himself all the way in as he climaxed, filling Zedaph with a sense of warmth and satisfaction. Zedaph clenched his teeth, bracing himself for the intense sensation, and then relaxed as Impulse slowly pulled out, leaving Zedaph with a sense of emptiness that was quickly filled by Tango. Tango, eager to take his turn, moved over and took Impulse's spot behind Zedaph. Without wasting any time, Tango thrust himself in with a forceful and rapid pace, causing Zedaph to gasp and moan in pleasure. As Tango continued his relentless assault, Zedaph felt a gentle touch on his back. He turned his head to see Skizz, his eyes soft with affection, slowly stroking his own erection. Zedaph smiled at Skizz, his eyes conveying a deep sense of gratitude and love. As Tango continued to thrust, his pace unrelenting, Zedaph felt a sharp pain on his neck. He looked down to see Tango's teeth sinking into the spot where he had left his mating bite. The pain only served to heighten Zedaph's pleasure, and he began to let out a jumbled mix of words and moans, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through him. Skizz, sensing Zedaph's impending climax, moved closer, his hand still gently stroking his own erection. He leaned in and whispered words of encouragement and love into Zedaph's ear, his breath hot against Zedaph's skin. Zedaph felt a surge of emotion welling up inside him, a mixture of pleasure, love, and gratitude for the men who surrounded him. As Tango continued to thrust, his pace growing more and more frantic, Zedaph felt his own climax building, the pressure within him growing until it was almost unbearable. With a final, powerful thrust, Tango pushed Zedaph over the edge, and Zedaph let out a loud cry of pleasure as he came, his body shuddering with the force of his release. Zedaph then felt warm strings of cum hit his face as Skizz moaned.

As the room fell silent, the four men lay together, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in unison.

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