#he'd cuddle all the rabbits every night

[dovewingkinnie]

old rabbit farm sketches that i found, may have posted them already but eh context for the top two is that bonnie got bad nightmares so william slept with him for the night!! bottom one is just springbonnie getting sqwuomshed

#if it were up to wiliam #he'd cuddle all the rabbits every night #but they fight sometimes if they're all too close together #and they might leave during the night #so only one rabbit at a time #william afton #purple guy #fnaf #bonnie #springbonnie #williams rabbit farm

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Heaven Help the Fool

Of Oak and Ivy, Chapter 5

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader 

summary: In college, Matt Murdock had two best friends, Foggy Nelson and you. However, life had no intention of letting you graduate with him. When he reconnects with you in adulthood, he is troubled to see the hand God has dealt you and vows to use every tool at his disposal to save you from damnation.

warnings: swearing, angsty matthew, hints of matt's jealousy, cuddling? idk this one is relatively tame (especially compared to Ch 4)

a/n: This chapter is pure sugary fluff. I ended up cutting this chapter in half because it was approaching 10k. This is the 1st half :) I hope you enjoy!! Thank you to @madschiavelique for helping me rewrite this multiple times!

Side note: I will probably wait a month or so before updating this again. I'm trying to get 5-7 chapters written so that I can post biweekly for the rest of the year to keep y'all fed!

w/c: 4.2k

Despite the brief hiccup in your friendship–courtesy of one douchebag boyfriend–you, Matt, and Foggy had been getting along swimmingly recently; so well, in fact, that Foggy would only refer to you as “The Three Musketeers”, complete with embarrassingly clumsy fake sword swishing, of course. The thought of the two of you air-fencing as you giggled to each other never failed to make him smile. 

By some miracle, the conversation he’d initiated with you about your growing distance had actually gone well and sparked a positive change. You’d apologized profusely, asking a number of questions, about how Matt was feeling and why, to guarantee your understanding. And, thankfully, he’d been able to answer them without exposing his feelings for you. In the end, you’d promised to return to your original schedule of study sessions, as well as give Matt and Foggy notice if you would need to cancel. Nothing outrageous, just being more mindful about communication and the time you were spending with your friends. 

Unfortunately for Matt, and Foggy who was slowly stepping aboard the “Everett Sucks” train alongside his roommate, you’d also suggested that the two of them hang out with you and Everett in order to get to know him better. The idea was harmless, even adorable if you asked the love-sick part of Matt’s brain, but the outcome was hellish. 

About a week ago, Matt and Foggy had accompanied you and Everett to a haunted house–listening to the macho third year “protect” you from strobe lights and masked actors despite you not being all that scared. Though he had brought a date himself, Matt had barely even smiled at the poor girl, preoccupied with Everett’s fingers brushing over a patch of exposed skin on your waist at every opportunity. Clearly, he hadn’t been inconspicuous about his attention being elsewhere, given that the night had ended with him getting a face full of hot chocolate from his snubbed date. The sticky droplets soaking into his clothes were nothing compared to the irritation he felt when Everett slapped him on the back—shaking his head as he imparted his wisdom to the first year. “Sorry man. Girls will be girls.” 

Then, of course, there’d been last night. The three of you had attended a halloween party at Everett’s place, and the guy had refused to walk you home even though it was cold, dark, and dangerous considering how tipsy you'd been. If Matt and Foggy hadn't been there, who knows what harm could have befallen you? Even before that, Matt had been clenching his fists all night, hearing Everett blabber over you and swat your hands away in front of his peers, claiming he wasn’t in the mood to hold you. If Matt was in his place, he’d–

No. These were the exact thought patterns he needed to avoid to prevent another…mistake like the night at Fogwell’s. He'd been doing a decent job not falling down the same rabbit holes–that would all be for nothing if he started fantasizing again now. 

But how could he not? You were so thoughtful, and intelligent, and adorable, and goddamn magnetic. Every action you took reeled him further into the treacherous web he was trapped in–unwittingly intoxicating him with your kindness. You were unlike anyone he’d ever met, that fact had only been highlighted since he’d embarrassed himself at Clinton Church. 

Shuddering against a gust of wind, Matt continued his brisk pace down the sidewalk as his fingers grew numb around his cane. He was quickly regretting his decision to leave his jacket behind. Hopefully, the bookstore was willing to shell out the extra bucks for a decent amount of heat and he wouldn’t find you as a popsicle when he took shelter.

Huffing out an irritated breath, Matt rounded the corner towards your place of work. It had become almost a habit for him to accompany you during your shifts, keeping you company and working through assignments together. Honestly, it was the best part of his day. 

Matt frowned as he closed in on the bookstore. He was having a difficult time hearing your heartbeat, which was usually pattering away, steady as rain, a few feet from the entrance of the store. As he pushed open the glass door, he could finally make out a steady thump accompanied by your familiar scent in the far corner of the shop. 

The constant smell of ink and stale paper, now mingling with the slightly acrid smell of dust burning in the vents, stuck in his nostrils—as it always did when he arrived here. It was comforting, in a way, reminiscent of both you and the library at the orphanage, where he’d spent much of his freetime as a child.

Smiling to himself as he approached you, he folded up his cane and let his body relax in the warm bubble of generated heat. You were asleep, curled up around whatever project you’d been working on like a cat on a sunlit patch of carpet. Settling on the floor beside you, Matt propped himself up against a bookshelf before unzipping his backpack as silently as he could. It wasn’t the most organized set up to work with, laying his textbook on the floor and holding his computer in his lap, but after the late night you’d had, there was no doubt you needed the rest. 

Body twisting in sudden discomfort, you whimpered beside him, unwinding from your bent shape and towards his body. Readjusting so that your nose was pressed against his thigh, you sighed, brow unfurrowing. Even unconscious, you appreciated his presence. 

The denim of his jeans couldn’t have been comfortable for the delicate skin of your nose, but he was hesitant to move an inch if it meant waking you. Besides, the small pinpoint of heat against his thigh was rather pleasant. 

Listening to your slumbering breaths, Matt was reminded of his childhood meditation sessions–the sound acting as a barrier between him and the rest of the world, clearing his mind without any effort on his end. He matched his breathing to yours, heart rate slowing to mirror yours as he ran his fingers along the lines of braille in his textbook. 

As Matt worked his way through two separate reading assignments, you slept peacefully, nuzzling into his leg every so often with a soft puff of an exhale. It felt like Matt had only spent mere seconds in this unintentional paradise when you began to stir. 

With a stuttering breath, you stretched, the sound of your muscles tightening akin to plucking a guitar string rapidly. As you regained awareness, Matt could hear the spike in your pulse–you must have noticed him, then. 

“Morning, bug.” He murmured. On a whim, he ran a hand over your shoulder gently, not wanting you to feel unwelcome or embarrassed for lingering in his personal space. “Have a good nap?”

Beneath his palm, you relaxed, your lashes fluttering as you hummed appreciatively. “Hi. Sorry for using you as a pillow.”

“No apology necessary. You ok?” He squeezed your shoulder as you sat up, pulling at your clothes to unfurl the wrinkles from them. 

“Yah, just tired after last night.” You laughed, but the sound was a step too high in pitch to be genuine. 

“Ugh, I feel you. I think both Foggy and I spent more time in the bathroom than in our beds last night.” Matt chuckled, trying to quiet the devil inside him with a reminder that you’d come to him if something was actually wrong. 

Grimacing, you knocked your shoulder against his. “God, Murdock–” You giggled, pressing a palm to your stomach. “My hangover is much too present for that image. Warn a girl next time.”

Shooting you a bashful smile, he nodded dutifully. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok, trouble. No harm done. Well, not much.” With a heavy sigh, you rubbed at your eyes, leaning to grab something that had slid beneath the bookshelf Matt was seated against. “Damn, this manual must have been more boring than I originally thought. It knocked me right out.” 

“Learning astrophysics on the side?” Matt jested, smirking at you.

“Oh yah. Astronaut is my backup career.” You laughed, the sound beautiful, and real, this time around. “No, um, setting up a new printer, actually.” 

Confusion pooled in Matt’s stomach, for some reason you were embarrassed by the machine behind you, if the heat flooding your cheeks was any indication. 

“Oh, did the old one break?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Er,” You paused, looking between him and the plastic box beside you. “No, well not yet, but…just promise me you won't be mad. Well, you’re entitled to anger, I guess, because I may have overstepped?”

Thoroughly bewildered now, Matt swiveled his chin so that his attention could focus on your general area. “Overstepped how?” 

“I sort of badgered my boss into buying a braille printer?” The sentence was phrased as a question, but the thing was there, beside you. It's existence evidence that you had definitively obtained one. 

Matt was silent for a moment, processing the new information. It suddenly felt like he had swallowed a golf ball. He could barely make out the pounding of your heart over the blood rushing in his own ears. “Um...”

“Shit, Matt, I'm sorry. I should have asked you before I did it. I meant to, I just—” Your nervous ramble was punctuating with small wisps of heat emanating from your gesturing hands. 

“Sweetheart,“ He interrupted, snatching one of your dancing hands out of mid air and holding it delicately. ”Please breathe. I'm not angry with you.“ 

”Oh thank god.“ Your body slammed into his, nearly bowling him over, as you tackled him with a hug. Your nose was chilled as it bobbed up and down the skin of his neck. ”I don't know what I'd do if you were mad at me. I care about you a hell of a lot, trouble.“ Your lips tickled his throat, breath ghosting over his shoulder as you murmured. 

”I care about you too, sweetheart.“ His voice was strained, his thoughts consumed with surprise and adoration. He didn't deserve you. 

”Hey, don't say that!“ Shit, he must have said that out loud. ”Of course you deserve me, Matt. And you deserve Foggy, and anyone else who you enjoy being around. You're a good person, Matt. You deserve happiness.“ You spoke firmly, not leaving room for his internal doubt. 

Constricting your arms, it seemed like you were trying to meld your body with his. One of his hands pressed into the grimy carpet as he held the two of you up, the other rested around your shoulders, his thumb rubbing circles into the fabric of your shirt. 

”Shut up.“ He muttered, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he turned his focus to the rough threads of the stiff carpeting beneath his hand. 

”Never.“ You giggled meekly, squishing him to your body one final time before releasing your grip. ”Now I should probably get back to building this printer, if you ever want to be able to use it.“ 

”Did you want a hand?“ He offered, sniffling discreetly. 

”I'd love one! Will you read me these while I reorganize? I got to step 7 already.“ Handing him the packet of braille instructions out of the manual, Matt skimmed the bumps until he found the proper section. 

”You attached the paper tray?“ He asked, waiting for you to confirm before reading the next step aloud.

A few days after painstakingly building a new printer together, you found yourself sprinting for the door to Matt’s building, which was rapidly closing and just out of your reach; you stifled a victory squeal when you were able to step into the threshold of the dorm before the door locked on you. Now you wouldn’t have to ask Matt to let you in the building, and that was pretty fortunate given how on edge the poor kid seemed already this morning. 

You tended to rise early, given your rigid schedule of classes and work shifts, preferring to start your day just after the sun rose and have as much time to accomplish things as possible. Matt wasn't as much of an early bird as you were, but he tended to wake up before 9am on weekends, while his blond roommate would sleep well past noon if he had the option. Because of your similar schedules, you weren't surprised that Matt had called you; you were surprised, however, that he sounded so miserable before 9am on a Friday. 

The conversation hadn't been long, just Matt asking if you'd like to come over and a small warning that he'd ”woken up on the wrong side of the bed“, but you weren't phased. While the handsome law student tended to be on the more reserved and sarcastic side, he was rarely noticeably irritated—tending to play it off with quips to keep his cool around anyone he didn't know too well. There had been a handful of days where you had witnessed his anger slipping through the metaphorical mask that he wore, but he never aimed it at you. Every once and a while, his tone would get a bit snappish, but it never went further than that, and you trusted him to keep his wits intact when he was upset. 

So you came quickly with hot breakfast as a peace offering to provide the help he'd asked for, in his own non-descriptive way. Taking the cement steps two at a time, and deftly avoiding the perpetually damp spots on the landing (ew), you were able to make it from your place and to Matt's door in under 30 minutes. 

Raising a fist to knock on the thick door, you jumped in surprise—nearly spilling the coffees—when Matt yanked the door open before your knuckles had even skimmed the surface. 

”Christ, Matt!“ You squeaked, shaking off the residual adrenaline as he beckoned you inside and shut the door behind you. 

If he hadn't already informed you that he was feeling out of it, his lack of opaque lenses would've immediately alerted you of the fact. Matt was very averse to interacting with people without his glasses covering his eyes, even when the only people around were you and Foggy. You'd never brought it up before, not wanting to add to his clear discomfort about the topic, but you assumed he was self-conscious of the way he looked without them.

Regardless, seeing his hazel eyes darting ambiguously around you made you catch your breath. You'd only caught glimpses in the past, but uncovered? They were stunning. The brown of his irises was flecked with green and the reflection of sunlight made them look like pools of honey. 

Hearing your choked inhale, a peach-colored blush bloomed across Matt's cheeks. “Shit, hold on, let me find my glasses. I set them down last night and I—” Pacing around you, Matt began to frantically rummage around on his bed, where he'd dumped a pile of what looked to be most, if not all, of his belongings. “They're here somewhere, I know it.“ 

Setting the paper cups on Foggy's nightstand, you walked a wide arc around the anxious boy as if he were a startled animal, gently laying your hand on his wrist. ”Matt,“ 

Looking up dolefully, Matt's eyes were glassy as he rambled. ”I'm sorry. I misplaced them. I should've warned you—“ 

”Matty, stop for a minute please.“ You encouraged, waiting for the boy to pause and take a breath before you continued. ”You don't need to wear your glasses around me, trouble. I'm sorry if I seemed thrown off, I was admiring your eyes.“

”You were...admiring them?“ Matt's voice broke around the question and your heart squeezed. 

”Yah, Matty, you have beautiful eyes. I've never seen them up close before.“ Taking his hands, you ran a thumb over his knuckles as he processed your words. 

After a minute of silence, you tugged him towards his desk chair. “Why don't we sit for a minute and have breakfast before sorting through your stuff.” 

Letting you maneuver him into the threadbare seat, he tilted his head as you placed a paper bag and disposable cup on the desk next to him. “You brought me breakfast?”

Chuckling at his genuine confusion, you nodded. “I did. It would help me feel better if I 'woke up on the wrong side of the bed', so I figured it couldn't hurt. It's just a muffin and a latte from Blue Java, nothing special.“ 

Matt didn't say anything, his lips still pursed as he opened the bag and began unwrapping the pastry. After breaking off a few pieces to eat, his frown ebbed. ”Thank you.“ 

”Anytime! So, doing some reorganizing this weekend?“ You sipped your own coffee, trying not to laugh as he wolfed the rest of his muffin down. 

”Something like that,“ Matt grumbled, tossing his balled up trash into the plastic bin across the room with ease. ”Our room was just, I don't know...gross, I guess? It needed to be cleaned and when I realized I couldn't find my glasses, I just freaked. I woke Foggy up, and neither of us could find them, so I started putting everything on the bed.“ 

Matt's lips quirked into a tiny smile. ”I think I scared him because he said he had to study and just disappeared. He's probably asleep in the library by now.“ 

You chuckled, picturing the blond passed out in the rows of old books. ”Well, his loss. I'm a hoot to clean with.“ 

”Is that so?“ Matt remarked, grinning fully now.

“Just you wait, Murdock. I have been told I am a fun AND efficient cleaning partner. Let's get this party started.” Standing up and brushing your hands together, you turned towards the items haphazardly stacked on Matt's bed. “How can I help?” 

Retreating into his shell a bit, Matt scratched at his neck. “Um, are you sure you want to? I mean, Foggy isn't here to confirm, but I have a really specific method for organizing my belongings, and I would understand if you didn't want to be bossed around.”

“Matt, it's your stuff that we are straightening up. You're allowed to be bossy.” You assured, silently cursing everyone who had planted seeds of doubt in this wonderful man’s brain. 

“Ok, just tell me if you want to leave.” Matt ordered. You mock saluted in response.

“Yes, sir!” You giggled as he shuddered with a scoff.

“You asked for it, sweetheart.” 

The next several hours were spent sorting through the deceptively small pile on Matt's bed. Matt tasked you with sorting things into categories, which mostly meant separating clothes from school supplies, while he put things back in their designated areas. After finding his headphones tangled, one of his binders broken, and still having no clue where his glasses were, Matt was sliding back to the edge of his rope. 

His jaw tensed as he grit his teeth, running his fingers along the sleeves of the sweater he was trying to fold in an attempt to straighten them. Growling in frustration he tossed the sweater back onto the bed and ran a hand over his face. 

“C'mere, trouble.” You extended your arms to him and he gratefully collapsed against you. Rubbing small circles into his tight shoulders, you felt a burst of pride as he relaxed against you. “You getting fed up again?” 

Matt nodded, face still buried against your neck. You frowned understandingly, untangling the tousled hair along his nape. “Hmmm, I guess we could take a break, what do you think?” 

Matt whined, tugging your hips toward his bed. 

Laughing at his reaction, you scratched at his scalp. “Ok, Matty. Why don’t we stop for a bit, then? Sound good?” 

“Mmmhmm.” Matt murmured, legs turning to jelly as you massaged his pounding head. 

Using one hand to shove aside the remaining items on his bed, you crawled up to the headboard and positioned yourself against the wall, letting Matt cuddle up to your side. 

You immediately ran a hand back up to his nape, resuming the rhythmic touches that you knew would calm him down. Matt shuddered, rubbing his face into your shoulder as he stifled a yawn. Chuckling at his oddly adorable actions, you wondered if he’d slept at all last night. “You tired, bubs?” You asked softly, grinning knowingly at his affirmative groan. 

“Go to sleep, bubba. I don’t mind.” 

He must’ve been exhausted because his mouth stayed closed, though you had fully expected an argument. After a few minutes of deep breathing, his body began to slacken against your side. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, you adjusted the covers as best you could, given that they were covered in a couple dozen pounds of stuff, and tucked him in. And, with Matt dozing at your side, you continued sorting through the pile spilling across your lap. 

Matt didn’t dream much. Occasionally, he’d have a nightmare; his body experiencing phantom sensations like being hit or feeling someone’s pulse slowly fade, but that was the extent—until he’d met you. It was like you knew you had a direct line to his brain. Your soft touches lingered for hours after the contact ended, his frayed nerves still firing rapidly, replaying the feeling of your fingers in his hair, your lips on his forehead. 

He wasn’t meant to feel the kiss. Not that it meant anything more than platonic affection—he was fairly certain it didn’t—but that didn’t mean it didn’t electrocute every cell in his body, vaporizing the immense heap of irritation that had been building since he’d started his day off so poorly. 

You had that power over him. Haunting his every waking moment and chasing his subconscious while he slept. You were his constant. 

Wedged against you and his headboard, he felt safe, and fatigue had quickly overtaken him. He slept more peacefully than he had in weeks because of you, though the lack of Foggy’s sleep apnea definitely helped. Wading through a field of mental static, he rested, until your subtle movements beneath him popped his bubble of solace. 

“Matt?” You murmured, stroking a finger along his cheek. 

“Hngh?” He uttered, blearily. Was that a word? He was pretty sure that was a word. 

It must not have been a word because you shook with a giggle. Rubbing his cheek with your thumb, he could hear you nibble on your lip. “I gotta leave, trouble. I’m sorry, I’m meeting Evs soon.” 

The mention of your obnoxious paramour drew him fully out of slumber. He dug the heel of his hand into his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them. “Shit, I’m up.” 

“I’m really sorry to wake you up. Did you sleep ok?” Your voice wobbled with guilt and he tried to give a convincing smile. 

“Yah I did. Thank you for staying.” 

“Of course! It’s almost 3:00 pm. I texted Foggy and asked him to bring you food, he’ll be here with it soon.” As you spoke, you slid off of his thin mattress, adjusting your clothes and hair. 

“Crap. I didn't mean to hold you hostage.” Matt grumbled. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be! I enjoyed being your pillow.” You chuckled, but the statement held nothing but honesty, and that knowledge made his heart flutter. “I, um, I finished sorting your things. I didn’t put away anything unless I was certain of where it went, but…” You trailed off excitedly, snatching his hand from the mattress and placing a lightweight item in his semi-open palm. 

“I found your glasses! They were behind your mattress, I almost missed them.” 

Tracing the metal frames slowly, Matt choked on a breath. “Thank you, sweetheart.” 

“Oh you don’t need to thank me, Matt. We take care of each other, remember?” Your smile was evident in your voice. 

He stayed silent, far too concerned with preventing a voice crack to speak. 

Realizing that you may have overwhelmed him, you hovered in front of the bed. “Sorry to throw all of that at you right after you woke up. Did you want me to show you where I put everything?” 

“No,” He spoke raggedly. Clearing his throat, he started again. “No, I can figure it out. Thanks, sweetheart. For everything. Have fun on your date.” 

Your heart stuttered as he mentioned your date. “Thank you, Matty. I will. Call me if you can’t find something?” 

“I will, bubs.” With that final promise, he slid on his lenses and jumped out of bed to walk you out. Waving his final goodbye, he closed the door, falling against it as he gathered his thoughts. 

Striding back to his bed, he let his fingers waltz over the meticulous stacks of his belongings. You’d straightened up his notebooks, folded his clothes, even arranged his textbooks in alphabetical order. All just because he’d been frustrated and asked for your help?

Running his fingers over the sweater at the top of the column of clothes, his throat constricted as wet trails formed down his cheeks. Pulling the garment to his face, he inhaled faint traces of your soap and natural fragrance, the scent embedded in the fabric. As the warmth from your body faded from his sheets, Matt crumpled to the floor, still clutching the woven sweater in his fist. 

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[robynlilyblack]

Good morning bun

Remus lupin x fem! wife! reader

Summary: Remus wakes up next to his wife with nowhere to be, leading to a decision thats been a long time coming

Warnings: swearing, lil suggestive in places but nothing explicit, mentions of food, eating, sex, contraption, periods and pregnancy, kissing, and remus being utterly lovesick with his wife

A/n: 2.7k words, this is sheer self indulgent fluff btw x reader is a rabbit animgus, I always wanted to write a fic with a remus that actually loves himself and it's been a while since I wrote something just for me x please enjoy!

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Remus' face scrunched up, lazily squinting his eyes before they fluttered open completely. He didn’t bother to look at the time, it could have been eight in the morning or four in the afternoon for all he cared, everything that he needed was currently snuggled next to him.

He was laying on his back, you on your side facing away yet your hand was still loosly intwined with his. The summer heat and late-night activities called for this, you couldn’t cuddle like normal due to Remus being a quite literal pressure cooker so you opted for holding hands behind your back…well it was more like your arse by now but that was beside the point

Remus shifted onto his side, smiling that the covers you had initially kicked off you went to sleep were now engulfing you like a little cocoon of comfort. He never lets go of your hand, only tugging it slightly to encourage you to turn around and he can see the face he just adored.

It takes a few minutes before you move an inch but when you eventually turn you hum a little in your sleep, almost like your unconscious self was scolding him for making you move, an act more than endearing to him. 

His hand plays with yours. The light shining through the open window while the curtains flap gently from the breeze. It was the epitome of mornings. Sheer perfection. Just you, him and nowhere to be

The flutter of light dances over your skin, giving you an almost ethereal look, just divine. Cheek adorably squished against the pillow, nose twitching as you slowly drift from your own dream, leg attempting to lift up as the light sheets slip down again.

His eyes glaze over your figure, smile turning cheeky as your baggy shirt had ridden up during the night, exposing the your upper thighs, hips and sweet pudge of your stomach he just worshipped

Years ago, he would have averted his eyes, scolded himself for staring, but now? He let himself admire you. His love. His bunny. His beautiful, beautiful wife.

He eventually slips his hand over your side, fingers trailing over the bunched fabric before gently bringing it down, savouring the feeling of your skin as he slips a finger beneath it while his heart warms at your forming smile

“Mornin’ bun” he accepts the roughness of his voice and no longer masks it, you loved his scruffy tone

Your smile widens, eyes remaining closed as you speak “Mornin’ Rem” just like you he adored the slight coarseness in your voice

His fiddling with your shirts stops, moving instead to trace little shapes over your lower hip. You then shuffle closer, chests mere centimetres apart when your eyes open.

That award-winning smile never leaves your face. In fact it’s even better now he can see those pretty eyes, eyes filled with more love than he could never fathom, that was if he'd never had the pleasure of meeting you. 

It was funny, the first 15 years of his life he convinced himself he didn’t deserve a love like this. Then you came along and slowly he started to love the parts he hated, every kiss, every kind word, hug and more all accumulated to him knowing he was allowed to let himself love and more importantly accept another's knowing he deserves it

“Hi” he says, nuzzling his nose with yours

You still grinned like a schoolgirl every time he does that, the same way you did when you were seventeen and he loved you more than the same, his love exponential when it came to you

“Hi” 

“Hi” he repeats again but this time his arms slips from your hip to your lower back, pulling you flush against him

You welcome it, moving closer yourself before he hears you giggle softly and realises his not so little morning problem

“Sorry” he isn’t, not one part of him apologetic

You smile coyly at him

“I’m not” you whisper before bringing your lips to his cheek, right on one of his more prominent scars

His eyes close when you linger there, remaining so as you begin to litter kisses over all of his former imperfections. His jaw, his neck, shoulder, bicep…all the way to his palm.

You had kissed every scar on his body multiple times, so much he had now lost count. He used to tense up at it, hate it, but now he relished in it. The attention. The closeness. The intimacy. His younger self would be in awe if he could see him now, see the way you loved him

“Pretty wolf” you say, tone soft, sweet, words said with the upmost love before your lips coming back up to peck his

He smiles at the name, cheeks impossibly high on his face, narrowing his eyes as they open

“Pretty bunny” he returns, watching your expression mirror his only shier

His lips capture yours slowly, honing in that there was no rush, no need to speed through this moment. Your hands still intertwined, squished between your bodies while your free hand moves around his waist and his cups your cheek, tips of his fingers gracing your hairline

“I could kiss you forever” he murmurs into your lips, breaking away breathless as his hand slips from your face down your side teasingly and he grips your thigh, softly hoisting it up around his torso and moving you onto your back

You giggle "I've got no where to be" you quip, hand finally leaving his to wrap around his neck, bringing your lips to his as your leg pulls him closer, eliciting a groan from him

He can feel the vibrations of your own as he presses a little harder into you and his lips find yours again. The passion slowly increases with each fevered kiss shared, eventually leading to him making his way down your neck, latching on and holding his smile at your sweet reactions

“Do you…oh...fuck” his movements stop, closing his eyes

You tilt your head, a giggle escaping your lips, not of mocking but he knows what you're thinking, especially as you raise your eyebrows “Did you?” you still check

He shakes his head “No” he lets out a chuckle, kissing your cheek quickly “We don’t have any condoms left”

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ and a bashful smile appears “That's okay…" your eyebrows knit briefly "I thought we had one left?”

“I broke the first one I opened last night” he explains with a slight cringe but you nod with kind understanding and peck his lips, letting him know it was okay 

“I can go later and get some more, we need more veggies anyway” you say casually

Remus gently rolls over onto his back, bringing you with him. Your leg draped over his while his thumb flicks rhythmically over the skin of your upper thigh, your hands slipping down from his neck, one resting on his chest while the other slithers down to rest in the valley between your bodies

Most wouldn’t need assurance for something like that but Remus had his reasons and you more than respected them. He couldn’t risk pregnancy with his condition as not only was the child at risk but you could be too, who knows what a child afflicted with lycanthropy could do to your body

There were potions for this kind of thing but when you were on them during the earlier years of your relationship they caused a lot of problems. Your hormones were all over the place, period irregular, perhaps it was just the kind of potion you were on but he didn't want you to go through all of them plus muggle ones so he suggested you come off it. Condoms were pretty effective nowadays anyway.

He was nervous about the decision at first, just in case one of the little guys got through but then he saw how your mood got better, pain got easier, period like clockwork now your hormones were balanced again.

And that risk Remus once deemed it to be slowly became less so, in fact, if you were accepting of course, he almost ready to take it

“More veggies?” he questions, fond of the way you hide your face in his neck to hide your embarrassment

“Yes” you extend the syllables and he can feel your pout

“Do we really need them?”

"Yes" your voice even weaker, more embarrassed

"And why would we need them when I bought some mere days ago?" he continues to berate you, taking pride in it, sniggering at your huff

“I got peckish while you were at work...and may have raided the rest last night went you fell asleep” you finally admit, not that it would ever take much for you to do that when it came to him

He holds his chuckle, smiling so bright his cheeks hurt. He remembered the moment you ask him to become an animagus when you were both 17 and freshly dating. He said no of course, in fact he could still see your sadden pout in his mind yet also remembered that you didn’t push it further. 

You asked again at 19 after you moved into his parents' old cottage which was technically new now after it was rebuilt by his father. The old memories of his turning demolished so he could start anew and he agreed that time, never looking back.

He was constantly reminded that it was the right choice, from the little traits you picked up to the comfort of smelling your scent during his transformations. And of course you, the girl in love with a real life wolf, became a rabbit...and no his friends never let him live it down

“I’ll go with you then...but later” he holds you close “Cuddles first” he didn't care if he sounded like a baby, he denied himself physical touch way too long and he'd no longer be appologic for wanting it

You smile into him “Thanks Rem” you murmur placing a kiss into his neck

“Whatever keeps you out of the garden bun” he teases, chuckling when you play bite him for that

“One time” you mutter, tugging your head in further and pretending your mad

He turns his head to kiss your temple “One time this month maybe”

You huff through your nose causing him to shiver at the sudden breath “Sorry” you pull away, kissing his jaw as your head finds its way down to his chest before resuming your mad pout “You know it’s not my fault I married a granny that likes to garden” you argue

He pokes his cheek “Yes but the key word there is you married me. You chose to spend eternity with this granny bun” he wiggles his eyebrows, seeing the little smile you try your damndest to push away

“True…but I married you in spite of your granny status” that's a lie, in fact his love of gardening passed onto yourself so much it led to many a lazy day caring for his garden and your greenhouse...and yes he built you a greenhouse

“Liar” he narrows his eyes 

You stick out your tongue, it's childish yet endearing to which he smirks, licking his lips

“You’re lucky I can’t resist your charms, ya know” you say smiling, pressing your lips to his clothed chest before laying down on it, eyes staring absentmindedly out the window

“I could say exactly the same bun. Although if I ever do resist them feel free to eat the entire garden out of spite” he offers, deciding you were a better view than the window

“Now that's real love” you half joke

He giggles with you

“I think the warm weather is over now” you say a little randomly

“What makes you say that?” he never takes his eyes off of you, there could have been a unicorn outside…no if there was a unicorn he would totally look but I’m sure you understand the sentiment

“There's a robin” you note and he smiles “Don’t they say when you see a robin it means there’s snow coming?” you ask yourself, needlessly expanding when he’s positive you’ve told him this before, last year in fact, yet he doesn’t tire of hearing it

“Snow in July huh?” he says a little teasingly “We live in Wales bunny not Scotland” 

“Anything’s possible if you believe Rem” you maintain and he chuckles

“Fair enough, if it snows any point this month I will do the dishes for the next” you giggle at that, especially he'd probably do the dishes anyway

"Got yourself a deal" you say still laughing

“You know, we may need to change you to one of the bunnies in Disney movies”

“Yeah? That mean no more bugs then?” you ask turning you head so your chin rests on his chest, tone almost hopeful even if you did grow to adore the name

“Well I’ll give you a choice” he poses and you nod swiftly “You can keep bugs, or we can change it to…” you eye him then, realising “...thumper” he can’t help but chuckle at the name and then laugh harder at your face

“No” you say lowly like a whisper, shaking your head so quickly you look like your malfunctioning “Nope nope…call me bugs forever, I will never complain again”

“What’s wrong with thum…thumper” even he can’t make it through that time, chuckle breaking the first attempt

“You know full well what's wrong with it!” you’re laughing now too “James and Sirius would have a field day!” you cuddle into him, vibrations of your chest matching his

“Oh merlin they’d never let you live it down…neither will I just so you know”

“But you’re allowed to” you lean up and kiss his cheek “Them, not so much…you think Lily would forgive me for eating their garden?”

“Given the circumstances she’d help you” he chuckles remembering the time he found you and Lily napping in your greenhouse together as a doe and bunny like you really were the live action version of Bambi “What would Pad’s punishment be?”

That seems to have you stumped, opening your mounth before pursing your lips in thought

“Pads got this new dog bed for himself be a real shame if it went missing” he tells you casually, smiling at your giddy reaction

“It’s a plan…hypothetical plan...of course...for if that situation arose” you needlessly backtrack

“Of course bun, completely hypothetical” 

You lean up and peck his lips before shifting back down again to lay on his chest, resuming your previous gaze but this time he sees your eyes fluttering a little, tiredness overcoming you once more

“Sleepy?” 

You hum in response “Good morning night rem” you say cutely, cosying yourself into him deeper, his chest acting as your personal pillow

His heart felt like it could burst, not merely due to the cuteness of your goodnight but more from the accumulation of all little moments like this one hitting him at once

“Good morning night to you too bunny” he kisses your hair then lets his head settle back into the pillow, not to sleep though, but smile down at you for a bit, a decision forming in his mind

In all your years together, from the moment he happened to be partnered with you in herbology to now you had never pushed him, gentle nudges yes, but never forced him to go quicker than he was comfortable. 

Everyone you both knew got married at 20 yet, despite having been together longer, you never said one mean word to him for waiting

He would never forget the look on your face when he did ask you though. The happy shock that painted your face at first, clearly not expecting it it the slightest, followed by the way you barely looked at the ring and instead launched yourself into his arms with a mantra of yes’ coming from your lips

You were always patient and knew how lucky he was to have found someone like you, someone who knew how he loved and knew that even if took him a little longer than others to make the next step, it didn’t mean he loved you any less. 

Maybe that’s way he knew he was ready for the next one, the years unconditional love leading to him truly loving himself had all led to this. He was still scared, terrified even, but a good kind, the kind you get when you know it's going be the best decision you ever made

“Bunny” he whispers, squeezing you gently

“Yeah Rem?” you hum, voice a little dozy

“We’re only getting veggies from the shop”

Thanks for reading 💛

#remus lupin and reader #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #remus lupin #remus x y/n #remus and reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus lupin and you #remus lupin and y/n #remus and y/n #remus x you #remus lupin fanfiction #remus fanfiction #remus lupin fluff #remus fluff #marauders era #marauders #robynsfics

[sky-fire-forever]

I'm trying to think of what pet each member of the Revenge crew would most like to have and why

Stede: I think he'd want a rabbit because they're cute and fluffy and he assumes they're low maintenance. Unfortunately they're not and they're so much more work than he thought and he realizes it's lonely and gets really sad about it. He'd set it free or something and then he'd get a fish

Ed: Canonically does not want pets, but I think he'd be perfectly fine with Stede’s fish. I think he'd devote himself to this fish and if it ever died, he'd be extremely distraught. I could also see him absolutely loving little hermit crabs. Or trying to get an exotic pet, but growing bored with it

Izzy: Izzy would get just one practical cat. To catch the mice, he'd say. But actually he'd fucking love that thing to death. Spoils it rotten. I think he'd like a good dog too as long as it was trained and wasn't a tiny dog. As long as it could be useful

Buttons: Would never consider any animal to be a "pet". Those are just his friends

Fang: Dog, obviously. Give this man twenty pitbulls. He deserves them

Ivan: I think Ivan considers pets to be too much responsibility. He's afraid of letting them down

Frenchie: He's definitely a lizard guy. He'd have a couple of leopard geckos and he'd be set. He'd love them so much and he'd be very attached to them

Roach: I don't know why my immediate instinct was... pig? Literally no idea why. I think he might raise a piglet for food and then everyone gets way too attached to kill it. He's annoyed by this, but also is secretly kinda happy. He'd love that pigs agree with his "meat is meat" philosophy

The Swede: He would absolutely love having a couple of guinea pigs. I just know he'd dote on them so much and he'd adore them

Lucius: Hates animals. Thinks they're gross. Get them away from him

Pete: Claims that he'd want a vicious pitbull or a wolf, but would actually get the tiniest, most pathetic dog ever. A chihuahua, probably. Who is so mean, but he insists it's not. Actually, Pete would fucking love chihuahuas

Wee John: He'd share Frenchie's leopard geckos, I think

Jim: Also does not do well with animals

Oluwande: Give this man a dog! He deserves it and he'd train it so well. He'd teach a dog so many tricks and he'd cuddle it each and every night

Archie: 100% dog person all the way. She'd go nuts over a dog. She would play with it constantly. Also a snake, obviously.

#our flag means death #ofmd #stede bonnet #edward teach #izzy hands #nathanial buttons #fang ofmd #ivan ofmd #the swede #frenchie ofmd #roach ofmd #lucius spriggs #black pete #jim jimenez #wee john feeney #oluwande boodhari #archie ofmd #queue-no steel

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Tav’s sex parade – Chapter 5: Let me bleed and drink me dry (Astarion x Tav)

(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, anal sex, lap sex, anilingus, fellatio, pegging, biting, consensual submission, consensual blood drinking, consensual manhandling)

Notes: Chapter 3 of this fic is mentioned.

Over the past six month, the polyamorous little bunch of weirdos had settled into their dynamic.

Astarion observed every move with sharp eyes, sometimes still fearing that Tav would leave him. Despite his flirtatious nature, he wasn't interested in sexual adventures. He only desired Tav – and, for around two month, Gale, of all people. Since he and the wizard had connected their spirits in the Astral Planes, Astarion caught himself daydreaming to do it again. He was slightly pissed at himself. Usually, he had better taste.

It didn't escape the vampire spawn that Gale was slightly uncomfortable with the entire polyamorous thing too. He never joined in when offered a tumble in the sheets with anyone but Tav alone, but he liked to watch. So it came that Astarion and Gale sat on the side, sometimes with a hand down their own trousers, and observed how Tav, Halsin and Shadowheart went at it like rabbits. Admittedly, it was hot.

The druid was open for everyone, not minding who or how many of their group members joined in, and how any of his partners wanted to have him (Astarion's eyes had almost popped out of their sockets when Halsin had bent over and had let himself be pegged by Shadowheart for the first time).

Their cleric and now devotee of Selûne was an absolute freak in the sheets, with the most unhinged ideas with which Halsin and Tav usually went along. Astarion, on the other hand, was seriously scared of her BDSM tendencies. Thankfully, Shadowheart didn't seem sexually interested in him or Gale – nor in anyone else apart from Tav and Halsin.

Tav was sweet as always, spending time with all of them. One day per week was reserved solely for one of them. The rest of them were spent together, or however it took its course that week.

Astarion's day was reserved for kisses, touches, and cuddles. Tav would worship his body for hours while whispering praise. He was a sucker for it. It became a little tradition that, whenever the mood struck, Tav would walk in and tell him that she's his. She'd submit to him then, doing whatever the vampire spawn demanded from her. The bard knew Astarion needed assurance that she'd never leave him and that she was his. On those days, he ordered her to suck him off and eat him out. Without Tav's voluntary submission, he'd never had the courage to do so.

Today, was one of those nights. Tav walked in, smelling of Gale's lavender soap as usual, and kissed Astarion tenderly. Then, she said their key sentence to start their session.

"I'm yours today."

"On your knees, darling, and suck me off," Astarion demanded like every time, and as always, Tav obeyed immediately.

After coming down her throat, the vampire spawn bit his lips, slightly unsure. There was a fantasy that was plaguing his mind since they'd met after the nautiloid crash.

After obliterating the goblin camp, Astarion had caught Tav bathing in the river. As he'd gazed at her broad shoulders, muscular arms, and thick thighs, he'd gotten the desire to be picked up by her. To be manhandled and carried like a babe. And that fantasy had never left his mind. He'd never voiced it, too ashamed of it – until now.

"On your feet and pick me up."

Tav blinked at him, surprise written all over her face, but she complied. The bard got up, grabbed Astarion's hips and, as he hopped up and wrapped his long, skinny legs around her waist, held him up. With a grunt, she hoisted him higher, placing her surprisingly small hands under his rear. The vampire spawn threw his arms around her neck and burst into a giggle fit. Tav grinned at him. Of course, it was no problem for her to carry Astarion, even though he was taller than her.

"Is it to your liking?"

"It's even better than I've imagined."

"You imagined it? For how long?"

"Too long, darling. Now, kiss me."

She did and then, she walked forwards until Astarion's back hit the wall. He gasped at the impact, but the noise was swallowed by Tav's mouth when she kissed him. The vampire spawn moaned and heat pooled in his stomach.

"I wish I could take you like this," the bard revealed, slightly panting.

Astarion moaned at the thought and it spurned him on to voice another unfulfilled desire.

"You can, if I'm on the receiving end. And I'd let you."

Tav drew back to look at him, eyes wide.

"Really?"

"Yes," the vampire spawn whispered.

"Gods, you're amazing!"

The next kiss was almost a bit too harsh for Astarion's taste, but he let Tav take her fill. Other than him, she needed to breathe. When their lips parted and she gazed at him again, her pupils were blown, almost all of the green-brown colour had made space for the pitch-blackness of them. It drove Astarion wild.

"Lay me on the bed and make me feel loved."

Tav immediately obeyed, carrying him towards the bed, and placing him on it, as gently as possible. Astarion scooted backwards and spread his legs invitingly. Tav followed him and kissed him once more, before worshipping his body with her affection and touch. With a moan, Astarion lay down flat on his back and enjoyed the attention he was given. When she'd reached his genitals, she asked: "Blow job?"

"No." Astarion shook his head. "Anywhere else."

"Mhm."

Tav kissed his hipbone and then made her way down his left leg, kissing his inner thigh while stroking his knee. Astarion sighed happily, basking in the gentleness. He chuckled when the bard placed a peck on the arch of his foot. Then, she made her way back up, only to repeat the treatment on the other leg. As she worked her way back up, she stuck her tongue in his belly button and he squeaked.

"No! You know I'm ticklish!" Astarion complained with a laugh and Tav snickered.

"That's why it's fun to do it, love."

Before he could retort anything, she continued leaving a trail of kisses along his torso. The vampire spawn sighed again and closed his eyes. He felt warm, safe, and loved. Tav kissed the tip of his nose and then his forehead. She looked at him lovingly and awestruck.

"I know you know you're beautiful, but Gods... Your white curls that look silver-grey in the dark, your ruby-red, intense eyes, your soft skin as pale as the moon, those perfectly straight teeth, and the glint of fangs whenever you laugh or smile, the scars that prove that you're a survivor. Your sassy, flamboyant attitude, the way you're so incredibly flirtatious but get all shy when receiving praise, your big heart that tries to be kind, even though it's still tainted by bitterness because none of your prayers were ever heard. You are beautiful, Astarion. All of you."

The vampire spawn teared up, wrapped his arms tightly around Tav, and hid his face in the crook of her neck.

"What else do you want tonight?" the bard asked. "Tell me. Whatever it is, I'll give it to you."

Astarion shuddered and a small moan escaped him.

"Eat me out, and then, rail me with that glass phallus Shadowheart gifted you. I - I want it. Please."

"Yes," Tav whispered, kissing his forehead. "Anything you want, my love."

Astarion sobbed and tightened his arms around her.

"Gods! Fuck me so hard I can't think straight."

"If you want."

"I want," Astarion breathed. "I want it so badly. I want to be yours."

"You are as much mine as I am yours," Tav told him and kissed his forehead again.

"Just... just hurry. Please!"

Astarion started to wiggle around underneath her until Tav got off of him so that he could roll over. This time, the vampire spawn felt no shame when he got up on his knees and lifted his rear. The bard didn't give him a chance to get embarrassed either, she just started to eat him out without a comment. Astarion moaned into the pillow and rolled his hips. Tav opened him up slowly and carefully. She knew Astarion didn't have sex this way since he'd been abducted by the nautiloid. During their foursome with Halsin and Shadowheart, he hadn't let anyone near his backside – especially not the druid. He might had been more careful with the cleric too if he'd known of her impressive strap-on dildo collection. But fortune favours fools. Now, Astarion knew about it and didn't let anyone near him, except for Tav and, two months ago, Gale.

The vampire spawn climaxed with a guttural moan and collapsed onto the mattress. Tav kissed his tailbone.

"I go and grab the dildo," she informed him and he hummed in agreement.

She wasted no time and rummaged through her personal chest of drawers to get the tool. It was beautiful craftsmanship, the harness made of soft but sturdy black leather and the dildo of clear glass. The latter had some interesting knobs and jutting, spiralling ridges on it that caused a number of exciting stimulation when used. Tav warmed up the glass phallus in hot water for a few minutes, before returning to Astarion who hadn't moved the slightest. The bard donned the harness and coated the dildo liberally in oil. Then, she got on the bed again.

"How do you want me?" she asked Astarion who hesitated before answering: "I want to sit in your lap."

Tav was positively surprised and excited. She nodded and sat down on her knees, spreading her thighs wider. Astarion swallowed thickly and tried to keep the rising panic at bay.

"We don't have to do this if it's too much," Tav told him.

"I know, but I want it," Astarion confessed. 'I'm honestly desperate for it."

The bard smirked.

"Are you?"

Instead of an actual answer, the vampire spawn nodded with a serious face and straddled her. He took hold of the toy and sunk down on it slowly. He groaned at the intrusion. Astarion had almost forgotten how it felt.

"Good?" Tav checked in on him.

"Good," he panted.

The vampire spawn took in the last bit of the dildo until he was flush with Tav's pelvic. Astarion took a shuddering breath, gripping Tav's shoulders, as his legs trembled.

"Gods, I forgot how it feels," he panted.

Tav placed her hands on his hips, asking: "Too much?"

Astarion shook his head.

"Just... give me a moment."

As always, the bard let him take his time to do things. Astarion eventually started to move, riding her slowly, and Tav gave him full control over the situation. The vampire spawn panted against her neck.

"Let me drink from you."

With a hum, Tav tilted her head to the side in an invitation and Astarion sunk his fangs into her. He moaned as the familiar taste of her hot blood gushed over his tongue. He shook, almost reaching the peak of his orgasm. He tightened his arms around her with a wail. Astarion felt all-consumed by Tav; she was inside him, around him, her blood in his belly and on his tongue, her smell in his nose, her sweat and saliva on his skin. But he craved more.

"Bite me," he panted. "Consume me, make me yours."

When Tav buried her teeth in his neck and held him close, Astarion screamed and shook apart in an extreme climax. He slumped against her with his head on her shoulder, still moaning and panting frantically. With a hum, Tav caressed his back soothingly.

"You're so good to me," Astarion slurred.

"Anything for my love," the bard replied softly.

The vampire spawn sighed, sated.

Tav had bitten him hard, the way he'd wished, but she hadn't been able to draw blood. Her human teeth weren't sharp enough to pierce a vampire's skin.

"One day, I want you to drink from me," Astarion confessed. "I wish to see your teeth stained with my blood, and I want to taste myself on your tongue when I kiss you."

"Mmh, tempting," Tav whispered. "Do you know what effect this would have on me? Neither your blood nor your bite can turn me into a vampire, can it?"

"No, don't worry, darling. Drinking my blood won't have any effects on you."

"Then, I'll gladly do it."

"It's true what they say; to be an artist, one must be at least a tad bit crazy."

Tav snorted and grumbled: "Flattering, thanks."

Astarion grinned widely.

"You misunderstand me, darling. I love that you're an absolute freak."

The addressed rolled her eyes, but smirked amused. She held him close until he stopped trembling. Astarion rested on her shoulder, calm and sated, and he wished that they could stay like this for all eternity.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fanfic #astarion x tav #astarion #astarion ancunin #tav #smut #mind the trigger warning

[marleyybluu]

Problem

Summary: Melanie and Oscar are supposed to be just friends with benefits but Oscar has a slight issue with her going on dates. Word count: 1.4k Warnings: swearing side note: This was originally long asf but I split it so... also, I apologize for any incorrect Spanish words my brother's girl is teaching me so I thought I'd try my skills lol

Melanie was infuriated and even then she wasn't sure if that described the anger that rushed through her veins. Her weekend plans were in motion, she had a date tonight that she was excited about considering she was basically a parent to her own sister she had little to no free time for herself, so when her sister went out of town to their aunt's house for the weekend she was ready to let loose.

Melanie had begun talking to someone not too long ago, someone who was sweet to her, who she liked and was hoping to start a relationship with but her fantasy world came crashing down when he got involved.

"I could fucking strangle you!" She screamed.

The night had gone great, her date picked her up, brought her flowers, and they drove off to their reservations-- the food was lovely, the conversation was flowing and neither of them wanted the night to end so they decided to go for a walk around a nearby park. Little did the young lady know there was someone keeping eye on her the whole night, a predator watching his prey.

Oscar chuckled closing the door.

"Why is that shit funny to you Diaz!? I can't even have a good night without your bullshit!"

Oscar, aka Spooky, and Melanie's relationship was complicated to most even herself would wonder all the what if's after their multiple interactions. But that's all they were. Interactions. She'd found herself caught up in his bed or his in hers when her sister went to sleep, sometimes they'd just talk or cuddle and fall asleep but for the majority, they'd go at it like rabbits. Her friends often teased her how that dick had her sprung off him but she'd deny it til the dogs come home.

Melanie had figured that nothing romantic would ever happen between them so she decided to branch out and find herself someone stable enough and this guy seemed like the one, but that was clearly over now.

Once they arrived at the park her date noticed someone was following them, he nudged her notifying her of the tall brooding man behind them but she let out a long sigh when she realized it was Oscar. She told him to ignore him and that he wouldn't do anything but another man was walking in their direction though she recognized him too, Sad Eyes.

The two did their best to intimidate her partner and it worked, he told her he'd call her another time but they both knew that was a lie. And now it felt like she was back at square one.

Oscar shuffled to the couch grabbing the remote and flipping through channels while she paced back and forth cursing him out in Spanish. "Ay! Pendejo! Hijo de puta! Te odio!"

"No, you don't." He confidently said. "I do actually." She stomped off to her room to remove the clothes she had on, slipping off her heels and resting them next to her full-length mirror, next to go was her jewelry she placed every piece back where she got it. "Stupid motherfucker." She mumbled under her breath.

Melanie whined trying to reach for her zipper, it was already a miracle that she got it to go up now she was struggling to get it down. Heavy footsteps soon entered her bedroom and cold hands ran down her exposed back. She looked up at the young man through their reflection. "Just unzip, stop being annoying."

Oscar found it amusing when he ruined her potential dates, the way she'd get so angry after, knowing they'd be back to their own games. It was a sick and probably twisted thing to think and do but it is what it is in his opinion.

His eyes ran down her skin examining the tattoo that covered her spine, his favourite thing to look at when he was behind— well aside from seeing the way her ass recoiled every time their hips collided. He slowly and carefully unzipped her dress, his hands exploring her waist and shimmying up her torso just under her breasts, she didn't protest nor did she want to.

Spooky was that forbidden fruit that God told Eve not to touch, she couldn't get enough of him, he knew her body like a fat kid knows what time the ice cream truck was coming. He knew what made her whimper, her toes crack, her body twist— the spots on her skin that made her giggle, knew all the right things to say and do. She cursed herself for falling for him knowing this was just supposed to be a quick fuck.

The hair on his chin tickled her shoulder when he rested his head in the crook of her neck, soft lips contacting with her skin, chest pressed against her back. He glanced up at the mirror. "I'm still mad at you." She whispered fighting hell and high waters not to moan.

"Mmm, I'm sorry baby."

Melanie rolled her eyes. "Stop calling me that."

Oscar hesitated. "What do you prefer? Mi Amor? Mamita? Chiquita?" He smirked returning to her neck.

"Why do you do this to me?" A rhetorical question but she would've loved an answer. Why did he like to call her all these pet names, cuddle with her, give her forehead kisses and all the cute foolishness but wasn't going to cuff her?

He slowly pulled down her dress kissing along her naked skin, down to the back of her thighs, he looked up noticing she really wasn't here— physically she was but her head in the clouds. "I'm not in the mood Spooky."

He closed his eyes and sighed, he lowkey hated when she called him by his street name. Melanie removed herself from his hold in search of her pyjamas, he watched her put on her night clothes and grab her makeup wipes venturing off to her bathroom.

"What's wrong?"

Was he serious?

"Are you smoking too much weed or something? You ruined my date because you're fucking selfish."

Oscar leaned against the bathroom wall. "I don't get you," she continued. "Yeah okay at the start we both knew we were just fucking, but the sappy shit you do with me, you spend the night, you'll stay the morning sometimes, you show up to my work just to say hi, I mean what is all of that Spooky?"

Oscar wasn't a person who really expressed how he felt, in a way, it was humiliating being vulnerable he didn't want to be shut down and rejected for it, so he just didn't bother with it. However, being with Melanie was definitely a change. He smiled whenever her name popped up on his phone, the long-lasting FaceTime calls, the sweet messages he'd get from her saying she was thinking about him, they'd formed some sort of bond over the few months and he enjoyed it.

But he didn't have an answer for her. Well, he didn't want to answer her.

"That's what the fuck I thought."

Oscar grumbled. "It's really not that serious Mel."

"It is serious. You are a fucking problem Oscar, you don't want to date me, YOU KNOW you don't want to date me and that's fine, that's not my issue, my issue is that you seem like you don't want to share me."

He didn't.

She resumed. "If you're not going to claim me, or date me, then I'm not going to be pinned to you. It's nothing wrong with me seeing what's out there. This is not the first time you've ruined a date and I doubt it'd be the last."

Oscar was starting to feel guilty about his actions, the irritation in her voice was starting to get to him and he knew she was serious about what she was saying. Melanie didn't beat around the bush like the rest, she didn't care who you were if you were the Queen of England or the King of the streets, she'd let you know what she thought of you good or bad. She brushed past him walking down the hall back to the living room.

"You should go, I have work tomorrow."

He didn't like that dry, plain and simple tone. "Mel, come on man."

"Goodnight Oscar." She coldly responded not even looking at him when she said, he sucked his teeth and left her house she flinched hearing the door slam. She was over it tonight, completely, and utterly over it.

#oscar diaz #black!reader #spooky #spooky x reader #spooky x black!reader #oscar diaz x black!reader #oscar diaz x reader #spooky fanfic #spooky fanfiction #on my block fanfic #on my block #on my block fanfiction

[sugar-omi]

todays early morning brain worms have given me thoughts about like if cove and mc get together in step 4 or between steps 3 and 4 and they lived separately at first and mc moves in with cove after they get together

i was thinking about little things like cove just starting to see things like your cosmetics or your hairbrush or other things you use and such in the bathroom or on the dresser, just him getting used to having little traces of you all over his home and i feel like it would make him feel really fluttery inside sldfkj its really cute (theres also of course seeing you in bed with him if you share a bed which im sure is very overwhelming in and of itself for cove in a good way, but just the smaller little things that are there even when youre not in the same room or even if youre at work or otherwise out, its just like proof that youre there and you live with him 🥺)

also if you had a pet that moves in with you like a cat or dog or maybe even something like a rabbit or hamster just cove getting to meet them potentially for the first time and bonding with the pet 🥺💕 i cant imagine an animal not liking cove but if the pet is more shy or apprehensive at first when they warm up to cove i imagine that cove is like their favorite or second favorite person after you lmao if theyre an animal you can cuddle with im certain that they can often be found cuddling with cove or sleeping in his lap lmao

oh one last thing i thought of that i thought was cute was sharing little routines or things that you do with cove, like maybe you do skincare or like in the patreon moment you do your hair together or maybe you wear nail polish and just sharing those little things with cove so he can see what theyre like, even if theyre not things cove picks up himself, im sure he enjoys just experiencing what theyre like with you 💕 - 🕐

yes I was thinking the same thing!!!

like if you share a closet, it makes him a bit dizzy every time seeing your clothes next to his. omg he loves coming home and seeing your shoes by the door and you running to greet him

my cat is an evil lil bastard btw so we gotta make sure his fish are safe

he'd love cove tho, cove would put him on his shoulders and sneak treats or put aside from unseasoned chicken or smth for your pet

also prepares dinner n stuff extra special some nights to keep the romance alive

i definitely need to write some moving in together hc's one day bc cove is so sweet when yall start living together

#olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader

[ginnyluvstimmy]

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐚 : ᵗʸᵖᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᶠ

• defo whimpers and whines

• doesn't mean he's necessarily a sub tho, just extremely sensitive

• would mutter soft "thank you's" as you please him

• he's literally so gentle, his hands would always caress your face

• if you gave him head, his hands would immediately be in your hair, clutching it and running his hands through it cause he just can't get enough of how soft it feels

• always staring at your lips

• would buck his hips into your mouth so desperately, he just can't take it

• he'd be so nervous before, very jittery, his words rushed and loud, trying to conceal his aching cock and excitement

• could fuck as much as a rabbit

• he'd whimper incoherent praises and kiss you so hard (with a lot of tongue)

• i mean he'd literally just stick his tongue in your mouth, he finds it so hot

• if you want to tease him, just find a way to lick/suck his fingers, the feeling of your soft, pillowy tongue riles him up immensely

• he also loves it when you lay your head on him and look up at him with vulnerable doe eyes, he adores cute lil things

• he really enjoys holding you during sex; wants to be as close to you as possible, burying his head in your neck

• willing to try literally anything, he's very experimental

• he gets off on taking your clothes off, doing it so tenderly and gently with such sparkle in his eyes

• ur just his lost lil lamb

• literally coos at everything you do

• again, he'd be so fucking gentle, just kitty licks to start with cause he loves seeing you squirm

• he admits, sometimes he gets ahead of himself and tries to skip the foreplay, but he's just sooo needy

• would brush your hair out of your face as he fucks you, kissing your flushed face all over

• just wants to spoil you and ruin you, ur his favourite girl

• he's LOUD, i mean loud. whimpering, moaning, groaning. literally a flustered mess

• and when you're done, he'd hum you sweet songs from his childhood for your sleepy head

• would stroke and pat your head as you fall asleep

• always making magic chocolate for you, because he can't cook anything else; but loves to see you doing it for him

• resting his head in the crook of your neck and hugging your waist while you're cooking

• always, always singing

• "if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die" he thinks it's the same with chocolatiers

• shares every dream he has with you

• looooong pillow talks, but you always fall asleep first

• spends about half an hour meticulously arranging his clothes in the morning...he is obsessed and always wants to look perfect

• his lips are soft as sugar

• late night walks in paris

• handmade gifts

• kisses on your breasts

• cuddles!

• loves you more than any bar of chocolate

• always lets you taste the chocolate before selling it

• the most positive, energetic, playful and funny person you'll ever meet

• magic tricks nonstop

• "your personal pocket size sunshine", he calls himself like that bc he always succeeds to make you smile

• your parents LOVE him

• he would die for you, LITERALLY

• obviously, he's not very skilled with writing, so he'd instead draw you and draw some of your favourite possessions

• the drawings aren't very good tbh but it's the thought that counts

• anytime you're sad, he'd do literally anything to make you feel okay again

• i mean literally anything

• whatever you think will make you feel better, he will find a way to get

• learnt how to plait hair and plaits yours, putting in a red bow at the end

• but don't get me wrong, he can be charming when he wants to be. it's like a switch, he can turn it off and on

• when around you, his speech is very erratic and rushed

• he just has so much to say and so little time it stresses him out

• he sings soft songs about you that definitely rhyme

• your presence would always be the best part of his day, he loves seeing you happy and making you laugh (...sometimes to his expense)

• would make a fool of himself just to see you giggle

• he absolutely adores your giggle, i mean seriously

• he'll keep on making wonderful things that surprise you and he'll keep making them grander every single time

• he just wants to see your eyes light up in admiration all the time

• he'd try to make every day a special one for you

• would find out your daily routines/ whereabouts and sneak there to make sure you're safe

• he just wants to lock you in his arms forever, his glance is filled with nothing but affection

!!!THE TEXTS ARE NOT MINE, I JUST ADDED SOME IDEAS!!!

#willy wonka #timothee chalamet #willy wonka and the chocolate factory

[beachbabey]

regressed reader crying when daddy cyclone has to go away for a weekend for work, but daddy bob spends the whole weekend with you instead and takes care of you and when cyclone comes back u have cuddles with them both before falling asleep in their arms because you feel all safe :(

The ending to this was so awful I'm so sorry my brain just didn't know when to stop because I had SO MANY THOUGHTS!!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT MY LOVE!!!

Oh, you'd be clinging onto his leg with an iron grip, if you weren't so upset you'd feel bad for Bob, standing to the side, having to deal with your painfully apparent disdain for his company. But this headspace wasn't a nice one. Being so upset and not being able to do much more than cry, as you see it, Daddy was going away and Bobby was taking his place.

"B-but why do you have to go? Don't want you to go, Daddy, don't want Bobby, want you!" you sob softly, letting go of his pant leg and slumping to the ground, sitting with your head hung low, small hiccups and sniffles coming from you. Beau sighs and drops his briefcase, crouching down to your level, giving a small smile to Bob before turning to you and smoothing your hair down, urging you to look at him.

"Oh my little Flopsy, please don't cry, Bobby's gonna take good care of you whilst Daddy's out of town, and Daddy's gonna call you every night before bedtime" He presses a kiss to your forehead, checking his watch and sighing once again, he was gonna miss his flight if he didn't leave, bringing you in for a hug, wrapping his thick warm arms around your shoulders before pecking your cheek, standing up and collecting his things, turning to Bob, giving him a small nod, bringing his hand up to clasp the younger man's shoulder.

"Thank you for this, they should be fine by the evening, I promise they'll warm up to you, it's just the first time I've been away when they're this little." He explained, Bob smiles and gives a quick nod

"Don't worry about it, I'm happy to help. You should go, you're already late"

"Goodbye little one, Daddy's gonna miss you!" He gets no response, you just look up at him, silently pleading him with those big watery eyes, keeping your focus on him until the door closes. As soon as you hear the lock click, you immediately get up and run to your room, slamming your door (Which in normal conditions would earn you a time out on the stairs) and curl up on your bed, tearing up once more.

After 30 minutes go by, knuckles rapping against the bedroom door, “How’re you holding up, honey?”

Bob's voice was as gentle and careful as it always was, and now that your anger had fizzled away, you wanted him, no he wasn't Beau, but he'd taken care of you a handful of times, and you wanted his love and comfort. He was there to look after you, you knew that, and you knew he'd cuddle you and play with you as much as you want.

He pops his head around the door and slowly, you sat up, keeping all your stuffies and blanket in your arms, your eyes reluctantly finding his.

“Miss Papa, Bobby.” you whimpered, cheeks flushed a deep pink from all your crying, Bob immediately sits on the bed beside you, the sight of you so upset breaking his heart a little.

“I know sweetheart. I’m sorry, it's hard but you're gonna be just fine, I promise. You want Bobby to hold you? I’m right here,” he keeps his voice soft as he speaks to you, and the tenderness and concern in his voice makes you burst into tears again. You could only nod and reach out for him, letting him wrap you up in his arms.

The weekend passed by in the blink of an eye, you had spent that evening in Bobby's arms, lazily sucking on your pacifier, leaning your head on his chest as a cartoon played. And before you knew it, it was Monday morning, and you plodded downstairs, swallowed up in one of Beau's old shirts, stuffie clutched in your hands and a paci in your mouth, searching for Bobby, wanting some breakfast.

"Good morning Bunny Rabbit" You hear a deep, sleep-filled voice say, frowning as you lift your head up, eyebrows furrowed as you try to find the source of the sound.

That didn't sound like Bobby, but you were still half asleep, head filled with morning fuzz.

"Papa?" you hum behind your pacifier, turning around to find him on the couch in the living room, smiling tiredly at your surprised expression, gasping and dropping your stuffie, running into his arms, sitting on his lap and shoving your face into his neck, feeling tears start to trickle down, seeing Bob sitting next to him, nursing a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Missed you, Papa....so so much"

“Shh, Papa's got you now” he soothes you, turning your head to perch in on his shoulder to look at Bob, reaching out for his hand and playing with his fingers, softly whining as you felt Beau move you in his arms.

“Just getting comfy butterfly.” You felt your cheeks warm at the pet name, and bury your face into his shoulder, earning a giggle from Bob

“There she is,” Beau cooed, stroking his hand down the expanse of your back

“How about we dry these tears, huh bub?” Bob rubs his nose against yours before bringing the sleeve of his sweater up to your face, gently brushing away the tears.

“There we go,” He smiles at you before swooping in to pepper your face in kisses for being such a good girl. You let out a delighted squeal. Beau joins in, letting his fingers dance along your ribs, making you squeal and wiggle in his lap.

“Bobby told Daddy that you've been such a good bunny whilst I was away, Daddy is so proud of you Angel, so so proud" He whispers, letting you settle down, all the emotion and excitement wiping you out, you close your eyes, feeling Beau start to gently scratch your scalp, Bobby's fingers linking with your own again, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. You sighed in relief as you fully allowed your eyes to droop, feeling the tip of your paci, which you didn't even realise you dropped being pushed against your lips, slowly taking it into your mouth and sleepily suckling on it, letting out a big exhale through your nose and relaxing into their warmth, dozing off in the early morning light in the arms of both men.

#squeeee this was so fun to write #beau simpson x little!reader #beau and butterfly #cyclone x reader #bob floyd x little!reader #bob floyd x reader #beau cyclone simpson #beau cyclone simpson x reader

[unethicalmorals]

Tumblr crashed on me while I was writing all this and I was like 5 paragraphs in🫠

Anyways-

I'M SO CURIOUS ABOUT THE SCARS ON BISHOPS FACE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. THE ONLY REASON I DON'T HASSLE YOU ABOUT IS CUZ I KNOW YOU'LL JUST GO ":)" YOU CHEEKY SHIT (I love you still though <3)

MAX GRRRRRR I AWAIT YOUR RETURN MY BELOVED

TRANS ORANGE YEAAAH 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

When it comes to writing orange honestly I'd suggest you approach it the same way you'd approach writing smut for any other character. It would depend on whether or not she's had bottom surgery obvi, but overall she shouldn't be treated very differently from other characters! At most someone might be surprised if she whips out her dick (Then again, Lethal Company takes place in the 2500's, people probably don't care as much by then [hopefully])

TALL ROBIN YOU'RE REAL TO ME‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

God Wrench my fave piece of shit (I'M FUCKIN LYING EVERYTIME I SAY I HATE WRENCH...... I'M A FRAUD, HE'S TO FUNNY FOR ME TO GENUINELY DISLIKE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 PLUS HE'S LITERALLY ME SOMETIMES I CANNOT DENY WE HAVE SIMILARITIES)

ALSO I *****SEE***** THAT LITTLE SKETCH OF RABBIT AND DOVE KISSING. I AM LOOKING *DIRECTLY* AT IT👁👁👁👁

HYBRID AU HYBRID AU GRRRRRR

I keep putting your little guys in situations..... I love them too much💚🧡❤️🤍🖤🩷🧡 (there's like 2 other au's I have in mind that I haven't even talked about yet)

Hybrid au Bishcky(?) Is soooooo so good to me because i think Bishop is like, 10x worse at acting like he isn't into Lucky. He is so obvious it's painful for other people to watch

You know how cats rub themselves against you in order to scent mark you? Bishop keeps doing that to Lucky, all the damn time. Whether it be making sure to rub up against Lucky when they pass by each other, lending him his clothes every chance he gets, or just blatantly rubbing his face up against Lucky (Lucky hate-Loves the face rubbing. It's cute until Bishop runs his face against Lucky's and then Lucky is painfully reminded about Bishop's beard) Lucky just assumes this is a weird way Cat people express their friendship towards others (He does not notice that Bishop does this to exclusively him)

Lucky will find out eventually, and when Bishop is confronted about it he becomes worlds #1 gaslighter like HELL he'd admit to what is essentially putting a big sign on Lucky that screams "THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND" To literally everyone within radius

Lucky doesn't really mind though, he's flattered honestly, and maybe a bit flustered too

Though.... it is a bit rude for Bishop to just leave his smell all over Lucky without even telling Lucky about it first, practically claiming him.... it's only fair if Lucky gets to "Claim" him as well in his own way, right?👀

(I'M JUST SAYING...... GROWER LUCKY + KNOT??????? I'M GOING CRAZY)

(Thinking about the knot process..... Lucky holding Bishop so so close to him as he gently grinds into him.... giving Bishop sweet praise [I saw the damn Bishop likes praise comment] and cuddling him and kissing him as he waits for his knot to come undone.... Bishop takes him so well- *EXLPODES*)

ALSO I SAW THAT BISHOP LIKES CUDDLES COMMENT.... FROTHING AT THE DAMN MOUTH GRRRRRRR

Thinking thinking thinking about Lucky and Bishop entangled in one another on a cold night, Lucky having his tail draped across the both of them while Bishop purrs so loud Lucky can feel the vibrations in the taller man's chest.... UGHH💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚

And Lucky being a Squirrel-Dog (Squog💀) is so fun because I think he'd have to keep himself from getting to excited while in public..... the amount of times he's accidentally knocked tables over because his big-ass tail started wagging is too many times to count and each time is more embarrassing than the last😭😭😭

Also thinking very heavily about the Avians and wing preening

Avian wings are sensitive, especially at the base. Most of them only ever let people they trust preen their wings, let alone touch them in the first place

Dove obviously let's Rabbit take care of her wings. It's one of the rare moments you'll find Rabbit so gentle and focused on her task, delicately realigning her feathers, removing any dirt or grime caught up in there. Rabbit likes to tease Dove on occasion, gently rubbing the base of her wing, feeling how Dive shivers under her touch, letting out the faintest of moans 🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️

Robin loves Wrench.... she really does.... but oh my god she does not trust that guy to preen her wings, at least not before excessive training. If Robin needs her wings looked after she will most likely go to Lucky (his hands are so small! He's so precise with his work) and if not Lucky she'll go to Max or Captain 1.0 (All 3 of them often help Robin with her wings on hangout days)

The first time Robin finally trusted Wrench with her wings he was so nervous! He tried to play it off he really did, but Robin was able to see right through him, and honestly she found it cute. Wrench honestly did a good job his first time! He's not as good as Lucky, but with more practice he'll get there eventually!

Captain almost never gets his wings preened. He's not keen on asking for help, and he doesn't fly around that much anyways. So it's fine. Probably.

That's a lie it's NOT FINE‼️‼️‼️‼️ Dove was the one who noticed that Captain had blood feathers. BLOOD FEATHERS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ the moment she spotted them she was dragging Captain back to her house and forcing that man to sit his ass DOWN so she can fix up his wings

It takes a loooooong time since Captains wings are so big, but she eventually cleans him up properly. It becomes a routine for them (reluctantly on Captains part), Captain comes over to Dove and Rabbits and allows Dove to clean up his wings, making sure he doesn't get any infections. Robin eventually joins in to quicken the process for all of them

Pink wants to preen Captains wings SO FUCKING BAD IT MAKES HIM LOOK STUPID‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ FUCK

He promises he won't purposely touch the base of Captains wings he pinkie swears that he won't poke and prod at him in all the right places that'll get Captain riled up he SWEARS on his life he won't lean in and kiss the base of Captains wings just to see how he reacts HE SWEARS HE SWEARS HE CAN BE TRUSTED TO PREEN CAPTAINS WINGS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GOD FUCK-

DIVERSITY WIN!!!!! THE ASSHOLE CREWMATE IS NONBINARY🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 (also they're kinda uhhhhhhh👀👀👀👀👀 errmmmmmmm👁👁👁👁👁 I am certainly looking at Jay)

Also the Killer Lucky au is coming along👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽 turns out there's uhm... a LOT more that I'm writing down than I originally intended😅😅😅 (I'm basically making a fanfic at this point, this is the first time I've had to write something down in the notes app before I sent it to ya XD)

-Watcher

NIGHTMARE SCENARIO OHNOO‼️‼️‼️ 😭😭

Yeah :)

I have to force myself to not think about Max and the rest of the old crew (the other two that fill out the crew,,, ahgrrgrrrgr) Obviously I am not doing a very good job at that 😌🤭

AHH THANKS!!! 🧡🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵🧡

I'm already updating the height chart just for her✍️😌

Wrench just has that undeniable rizz that makes everyone love him hasjdknl; ((I've accidentally made Wrench incredibly relatable - I see this as an absolute win!!)

👁👁 My little yuri magma sketch? 👁👁

❤️🤍❤️🤍(Seconds away from smooching~)❤️🤍❤️🤍

ALSO THIS ONE IS FROM BY FRIEND!!!

Anyway-- I love the Domestic AU and the Hybrid AU with all my heart,, oughhh they are so happy 🥺🥺🥺 Just a bunny rabbit and her birdie~ 💖

Please keep putting them in situations,,, I'm in love,,, 🥺 I want to write a oneshot or two so bad-- (LOOKING- PATIENTLY WAITING- LOOKING- LOOKING THROUGH THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE--)

Oh god, this fool can't NOT be obvious about it! I don't think he knows the word subtle,, (Maybe Lucky just makes him go-- 👀👀)

SCREAMING AND CLAWING AT THE CARPET AHGRRR!!! Have I told you how much I love your mind?? Because oh my god,, 🥺🥺 Kitty Bishop rubbing his face all over Lucky,,, oughhh-- (the feel of beards can be so very hit or miss sometimes 😔) HE DOESN'T NOTICE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ OH MY GODD ‼️‼️‼️‼️ Oh, Lucky,, 🧡🧡🧡

I'm giggling so much with a big smile on my face reading this,, (I keep reading this ask a lot,,, ggrrr) 💞💞💞

Bishop can try,, he'll be great at it too until Lucky pushes just a little bit more,, he won't need to say anything when his face is already giving away the answer~

(Grower Lucky + Knot is an insane combo and it makes me weak,,)

👀👀 I am looking,,, incredibly,,, disrespectfully👀👀 💥🧡💥💚💥🧡💥💚💥🧡💥💚💥🧡💥💚💥🧡

BANGING MY FISTS AGAINST MY DESK, HNUHNBJyhu7 ohmygoddd,,,, WATCHER YOUR MIND--- RHGRJRR ‼️‼️‼️‼️ LOVE LOVELOVE BITING BITING (affectionate) BITING BITING 💞

Lucky's big-ass squog 💀 tail knocking over anything and everything is fucking hilarious 😂 Poor guy can't catch a break 🧡🧡🧡

👁👁 Avian wing preening 👁👁

Dove and Rabbit being so gentle and soft with each other,,, OUGHHHHRGRGRG GR!!!! THESE TWO,,, ‼️‼️ ❤️🤍

Wrench would try his best for her,,, which is unfortunately NOT that great 😶😶😶 but at least it's not too bad,,, (Robin needs to put this man through a wing-preening boot camp)

Also-- the crews hanging out together,,,, ahhhh 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 They are all friends!!! They are all taking care of each other!! <3

CAPTAIN IGNORING TAKING CARE OF HIMSELF AHGRGRGRG!!! (I am actively exploding reading everything here,, I keep coming back to read and I just explode again 💥💞💝💞💥💞💝💞💥) AND BLOOD FEATHERS?? NO NO NO!! I'm so happy Dove is dragging this oversized bird brain and getting him some much-needed help!! (Imagining Dove dragging Captain while ranting about how important it is to preen the wings and practice self-care,,, she's so small compared to Captain that it's actually comical <3)

WE ALL KNOW PINK IS UP TO NO GOOD, ESPECIALLY WHEN HE'S ALLOWED TO BE SO CLOSE TO CAPTAIN-- HIS HEART IS HAMMERING SO FAST,, HE'S SO EXCITED!!

🎉🎉DIVERSITY WIN!!🎉🎉 (👁👁 Porsha's designs are so so good,, hehjeehe 👁👁)

Waiting so, so, SO patiently 😌 I'm over here sitting on my hands, kicking my legs in the air and swing from side-to-side 🤭🤭 I AM SO SO SO EXCITED WHEN YOU'RE READY TO SHARE IT AHGRGR 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

#ask #watcher #tsitd #hybrid au

[starry-blue-echoes]

for the beastars au I like to imagine that joestars shapeshift at roughly the same time and when they do change they see their little child in their beast form as well and they're like p r o t e c t- and cuddle the little baby. just imagine snake bird joseph curled up with little baby Holly and she's so so fluffy. Honestly I imagine her as a sort of duck/rabbit sort of animal bc she just gives the energy, but idk if you have anything for her yet. And then Holy doing the same for Jotaro. And Jotaro doing the same for Jolyne-

Also, hc that Holly is in complete control of her beast form because when Joseph sat her down to tell her about it and how it happens to their family and that it isn't to be afraid of she's just like "okay!" and wholeheartedly believes him

-ffa

YESSSSSSSSSS

Food Chain and Natural Predators be damned, they're going to love and care for each other so freaking much. They are Pack and Flock and every other word to define it, they must stick together and keep each other safe

Joseph is probably the most touchy feely out of them all. He's already a pretty physically affectionate guy, so when he's a beast it just gets cranked up to 11. And while Holly has already kinda been established as a rabbit/river otter, you're absolutely right in how cuddly and fluffy she is. She's definitely on the smaller side compared to all the other Joestars, and when she was a baby she was tiny. Joseph would sometimes spend the whole night wrapped around her, grooming her fur and cuddling together

With Jotaro, while he and Holly do spend a decent chunk of time being affectionate, a lot of their time on forced nights is spent swimming together. Holly spent hours teaching him how to swim, and even when he gets older and he easily dwarfs her in size, he always looks to her for guidance and direction in the water. He's viciously protective, but Holly is just as much if not more so since...... well, river otters are apex predators and there are some kinds that regularly throw down with and hunt crocodiles and win

and just. Jotaro being super cuddly with Jolyne. When she was a baby, Marina was one of the only people he'd let anywhere close to her on full moons. And while this protectiveness slowly died down over the years, it was always still very prominent. Most of their forced transformations were spent in the house sleeping, but Jotaro would also sometimes take Jolyne to a body of water so they could swim together :>

also, I had a fun idea of for the most part, the beast forms are "easier" to control as children. As a child, you aren't saddled with the crushing social expectations of life. The world is so bright and full of magic and so little is understood and that's what makes it so fun. The beast forms are just another part of who they are, they don't understand why it would be considered strange or monstrous

that isn't to say their upbringing has no affect on their control. For example, the Brando children (with the exception of Rikiel) all have very poor control because of a lack of proper, healthy guidance and toxic environments. However, in those first few years when they're infants and toddlers...... they're still themselves. Children are subject completely to their whims, not even being able to comprehend cause and effect yet. They rarely act differently from when they're human, now they just have a couple more limbs

#beaststars #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #battle tendency #jjba part 2 #stardust crusaders #jjba part 3 #stone ocean #jjba part 6 #jjba joseph #joseph joestar #jjba holly #holly kujo #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #jjba jolyne #jolyne kujo #jjba jolyne's mom #jolyne's mom #sb answers #ffa anon

[mwebber]

Ooh now Im having thoughts: Imagine birthday sex with girl!Seb (post-2013)

like, imagine ME having birthday sex with girl!seb? i'd rock her world... i'd treat her so well she forgets she ever knew a webber. move aside, mark.

i kid, i kid. i wrote a passing mention of birthday sex in the universe, if you want to know what they were doing in/before 2011..

and things have changed quite a bit! mark's 47 now and thinking, for how much he's done in his life, he's not even 50 yet. girlseb is still seb--36, happily retired, and spending her days caring for the martian kids i've treated like a hypothetical plot point until now and don't care much to linger on.

anyway. birthdays get less spectacular as the years go by. this one is relatively quiet: cards and calls and texts from extended family and friends, and homemade cake from seb and the twins. there's a little too much frosting, but it reads "HAPY BIRTHDAY DADdY" so. the only way out is through.

that night, after the rest of the house is asleep and they're both settling under the covers to pass out after a long day, seb teasingly rubs mark's tummy and presses a kiss to his shoulder. neither of them are as trim as they were in their 20s, but they both like the way age shows on their bodies; the laugh lines on seb's face, the crow's feet by mark's eyes, the familiar and comforting feeling of solidness that comes when they cuddle no matter how they change. eighteen years is a long time to love somebody.

gone are the days where they'd fuck like rabbits any chance they had, so sex has become a much slower (and lovelier!), if less frequent, affair, at least in the last five to ten years. mark is almost surprised when he shifts in place and finds himself stirring. seb is--well, she's seb. less surprised, and more calculating when she slings a thigh over his stiffening cock.

"do you wanna," mark still mumbles, even as seb closes the small gap between them to cup his jaw in a gentle hand and kiss him properly. he tastes like mint toothpaste and home.

the story usually goes like this: mark rolls them over and fits himself between seb's thighs, and they rock against each other as quietly as possible so as to not wake the kids, and it's all very romantic.

the way seb pushes mark onto his back and climbs onto his lap now, it's like 2014 all over again.

she makes quick work of their underwear, tossing the articles carelessly to the side. it's just the two of them in their sleep shirts, then mark rucks seb's up to hold her by the waist and tug her over his hips. call him a freak, but he loves her tummy: the stretch marks, the looser skin, the physical evidence that they made a life together. he'd kiss her all over if he could.

as it is, seb has a plan. she reaches into the bedside drawer to grab the lube, and mark rubs his hands over her thighs, giving her room to work. handjobs used to seem uninspiring when he was younger--he's since learned to appreciate every little thrill seb gives him. she works him with practiced hands, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration like she's turning in a difficult chicane.

but then she smirks at him, and turns her attention away, and her eyelashes flutter minutely with the relief of finally touching her cunt. slowly, she eases herself to sit over the length of his cock, and spreads the lips of her pussy so he's nestled comfortably between them, sandwiched along her folds. seb keeps herself spread and bucks her hips experimentally. like this, the head of his cock pokes out tantalizingly every time she draws back, and rubs deliciously at her clit when she fucks forward.

it should probably seem like she's using him to chase her own pleasure, but mark can't feel anything except bone-deep contentment while watching her work. besides, she feels incredible. lazily, he worms his fingers between them to stroke around her clit, just the way she likes it.

of the two of them, seb's the one who's still got the stamina of a world-class athlete, and she knows it. she slows the pace, lets mark play with her pussy until he's so hard he's aching, before finally lifting her hips and guiding him inside.

even after all this time, the first stretch is mindblowingly good. she doesn't wait for him to bottom out before lifting herself and fucking down again--just rolls her hips on his cock the way he likes it, allowing her vision to blur as she operates on feeling and experience. her thighs burn, but miraculously hold.

mark doesn't much mind being a passive receiver when they make love; seb is sexiest when she rides his cock with abandon, lost in everything but the pursuit of her orgasm. but he knows that this is a gift, and that the best gifts are shared.

so he pulls her down to lie on top of him and flips their positions. he messily pushes seb's shirt up to her armpits so he can lick and suck at her tits while he hunches over and fucks her. her hands twine in his hair and pull him up--and then they're locked at the lips, superimposed on one another like they'll crumble if they let go.

seb squeezes around him perfectly when she comes. it's not long at all before mark follows, burying himself to the hilt and hiding his face in the crook of seb's neck to stifle his groans. when the white heat of his high fades away, he burrows closer against her, and simply enjoys the feeling of her fingers against his scalp.

"happy birthday," she punctuates the sentiment with a quick peck to his cheek.

"you too," mark says, and he's out before he can process why seb is laughing.

#inbox #che angelo sei #my writing

[march-harrigan]

*cracks every bone in my body* RADICAL DUDE

SO

Can you do a set of headcanons with Arkahmverse! Jervis and the reader that is the exact opposite of him? Like she’s (preferable a female! reader but it can also be gn) always is wearing leather, rides a motorcycle, and is all tough? But as soon as she talks to Jervis she immediately becomes all soft and gooey and can’t help gushing over him? (Romantically)

:)

YOU'VE GOT IT, BUDDY

Headcanons for Arkham!Jervis with his total opposite, biker babe!

He'd just been 'released' from Arkham the night he met her.

He was trying to make his way back to his old hideout. Problem was, it was in a rough part of town and he hadn't 'recruited' any rabbits yet.

Some might think this would make him an easy target. And you can bet they'll take advantage of that.

Luckily, he had a leather clad guardian angel looking out for him that night.

From the moment she knocked the first guy out, he was smitten.

By the time she'd finished the fight, he was madly in love.

He approaches his stony-faced protector, tugging at her sleeve.

And proceeds to babble his thanks to her at a mile a minute the moment she turns around.

It's hard to make out what he's saying in all of his excitement, but she definitely catches several uses of the words 'strong' and 'beautiful'.

He's usually better with words than this, he promises.

She. Melts.

He is so sweet. CUTE even. It might even be enough to make this tough lady tear up a little. But before she knows it, she's talking and laughing with him, enjoying every moment she can get of his company.

From that night onward, they're inseparable.

Alice who?

These two are the kind of couple that mutually fawn over each other every moment they're together.

The gushy kind that makes their friends physically ill with public displays of affection.

We're talking pet names, cuddling when they sit down, holding hands when they're walking, the works.

"I love you more!" "No, I love you more!"

Jervis has never been so happy in his life.

She can easily pick him up and he will let her.

Not only that, but he'll request it of her.

Bridal style, caveman style, football style... He doesn't care. As long as he's being held by her.

He tries to impress her a time or two by riding her bike.

By the time he manages to climb on, he starts to get nervous.

She kisses him and reassures him that he doesn't need to prove anything to her. She loves him for the sweet little man he is.

Instead, he proudly rides bitch behind her.

He even mixes up his look a little. A fusion of his usual Victorian costume and biker leather.

He's not bothered that it's called the bitch seat, by the way.

In fact, you should hear the amused chuckle that comes out of this man when he learns the terminology.

They get matching tattoos.

Tea parties were never really her thing. She doesn't even like tea all that much.

"That's because you've never had it made properly dear!" Jervis insists.

She loves and trusts her sweet little tea biscuit and agrees to try what he's made(and no, there are no psychoactives, he would never do that to his dearest biker angel).

It's. Delicious!

From that point on, she'll drink tea whenever he makes it.

She's actually overwhelmed by just how many different varieties of tea there are(a varieTEA, if you will). She wants to try everything he has.

After tea, they cuddle up on the sofa with a blanket and she plays with his hair while he reads to her. Usually Alice in Wonderland, but he's willing to switch it up for her entertainment.

Truth be told though, she just likes doting on him and listening to his voice.

They often fall asleep like this.

#jervis tetch x reader #mad hatter x reader #headcanons

[imhereforscm]

YOU’RE A MINION.

You thought no one would notice, but we did. How else can you explain your fascination with the moon?? There is none. Except for how you selfishly want to steal the moon for yourself!

You work for THIS MAN:

So, a few years ago you met Scorpio and you thought “Ah, a god. A perfect chance for me to STEAL THE MOON.”

Indeed, an apt plan, if I do say so myself. You make this god fall in love with you, proceed to carry on your loving relationship, all the while getting closer to his heart. He wasn’t too hard to get closer to considering his inexperience with relationships. All it would take is a few loving words as well as a few rabbit apples and he’s yours. He’s putty in your hands.

All it takes is a few test runs, asking to go on dates like a walk through the stars and such. All steps in your grand plan. Once your relationship was irrefutable and he had nothing but the utmost trust in you, then you’d make your move. You’d request to see the moon. But nothing so simple as walking on it. You want to hold the moon in your hands, and he would trust you unquestionably.

So tell me, moon thief, how’s your quest for moon domination going? You still have Scorpio wrapped around your finger? Listen minion, I will not tell him of your plot to use his powers for selfish gain, if you promise to share the moon!

I speak for the goldfish of Earth, when I say we too appreciate it’s ethereal glimmer in bodies of water. We too admire its sacred glow once a month when it reaches its divine form in it’s entirety!

So please, share the moon and spare Scorpio of this pain! I beg of you! Our dear God ascended human doesn’t deserve the pain of heart break—not again.

Thank you, moon thief minion, for your consideration of leaving the moon where it is to share with the rest of us, as well as protecting our dearly loved Scorpio.

Yours, very sincerely, Faun 💖

I've been expecting you.

You're late. My plan is already into motion... And there's nothing you can do to stop me.

You're going to tell Scorpio? Now tell me, how do you think that's going to escalate? Scorpio thinks humans are selfish, cruel and ignorant. So why do you think he wouldn't let his dear, oh, so beloved, girlfriend to have the moon and cherish it, like only she can with her good heart? You said so yourself. He trusts me unquestionably. He'd never believe I did any of these "bad stuff" you're accusing me of.

See?

You're just trying to beat me in my own game and it's futile!

Oh, and... I forgot to mention. I've successfully fooled everyone on yet another part. There's not a single hierarchy that bounds me. Everyone are just pawns in my game. Even Gru. He thinks I'm working for him, but he's just a stepping stone for me to reach my full glory and dominate the moon. My dearest, pure moon.

But...

You've misunderstood me and I don't blame you. I misunderstood myself as well. Sure, it all started with my plan. Every look and every touch was calculated with great analysis, which guaranteed me victory. And I thought I could see my mastermind plan to the end, if... If I hadn't fallen in love in the process.

I admit it. It started as profits, but I fell in love with Scorpio. There! I said it!

I saw the good, the love, the affection and something in me cracked.

So now, having your word that you cherish the moon just as much as I do, I decided to... Change my plan. In a way.

I will steal the moon, that's one thing I'll keep of this. But now, I'll steal it for us.

I'll steal it and keep it for those who appreciate it. For those who are not ignorant to mock it and invalidate it every night. I'll steal it, not to own it, but to give it a place where it can be loved and cared for! A loving place to shine for those who would never belittle it.

And something else...

✨Anyway, sooooo~~~✨

(babes, I promise I'm not a villain, so don't fret, Scorpio's fine with me. I make sure he gets all the rabbit apples he wants, all the cuddles he never admits he wants and make sure I keep him in a nice, dark, secluded spot, away from socializing for plenty of hours, like both of our introverted butts require 😘✨💝)

So do you think my villain speech is good?¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ I once wrote in a school assignment how I'd be the villain in a movie and it's time to see if I'd get the role. So what do y'all think?

I woke up to @acefaun accusing me of being a minion undercover, with reasonings and even a whole detective search and that was honestly beautiful. Now I want to rewatch that movie. Thank you! Thank you!🙏😤❤️

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Yanderes sharing a Darling and being totally chill about it

Twice and Giran just see it as...y'know, bonding. I mean they both love Darling and they're both close with each other too. And one conversation at the bar about Darling led to another, and soon Giran's coming up with a plan for him and Twice to carry out to bring Darling home. Or maybe Twice is head over heels for Darling, and he loves Giran and wants to show how wonderful Darling is to his friend! And tbh, he's always wanted to know what a theeesome was like without any of his copies involved. And who better to ask than Giran? Not only are they super close but Giran's also super handsome in that gritty, straight out of a mobster movie kind of way. Uh. Not that Twice is the type to fall in love with his best friend who saved him and gave him a second chance at finding a place to belong. Nah, nah! He's...you know, he just knows a cool and handsome and clever guy when he sees one. Or gets feelings for one. And if he has all this overwhelming love for Giran and Darling, why not share it with both of them? 👀

Beel and Belphie don't even need to discuss it. They're twins, they share everything and that includes feelings. And they both love Darling so much. Too much. When one of them is with Darling, the other feels it and wishes they were there too...so why not spend as much time together as possible? It makes it so much nicer when Darling spends the night, and both of them are cuddling and touching Darling in their sleep while sharing every intimate feeling and sensation together.

Josuke and Okuyasu are bros. They hang out together, play video games, and get along great...most of the time. When they both realized they had a thing for the same person, there was a bit of rivalry. But when Okuyasu complained it was so unfair and asked why they couldn't just both be with Darling, the two of them just stare for a second. That's...a great idea! They can both tag-team this whole boyfriend thing (and also tag-team Darling 😳) AND nobody has to get jealous. Josuke's gonna have to be the idea guy when it comes to keeping Darling close since Okuyasu isn't the smartest guy and will just believe anything Darling says lol. Good thing he can use the Hand to pull Darling back if they just make a run for it! And given how these two have the horny eagerness of rabbits, it's also great that Josuke can heal some of Darling's exhaustion after a "date night" with him and Okuyasu. And Crazy Diamond...and the Hand.

Spinner and Tomura are the closest pair within the League. The two of them just understand each other so well and have a lot in common. And while Tomura is possessive of his Darling, he doesn't mind letting them be around Spinner. The more time they spend together, the more Tomura starts to think that if he ever wanted to share his pet...maybe Spinner would be the one he'd do it with. Darling's done so much to help HIM, and Spinner could use some "companionship" too. Also considering how close they are, Tomura's more than cool with helping Spinner lose his virginity--they can both pop their cherries and with the same person, no less. So he'd approach Shuichi about it one night when they're hanging out and even though Shuichi choked on his drink at first, he admits to Tomura that he does have some feelings for Darling too. Ideally Tomura would want this with a Darling that's at least slightly willing/not wanting to put up a fight, since Spinner gets uncomfortable at the idea of making Darling cry. I mean yeah, either way it's not 100% consensual what with the whole kidnapping thing but...he just wants to at least pretend that Darling loves him back. And after that first night together, Tomura and Spinner's friendship turns into something a bit deeper and more intimate. It's a perfect mix of them both sharing a Darling while also having feelings for each other as well.

#.bnha #yandere bnha #tw: dubcon #.tomura #.spinner #.jjba #yandere jjba #.twice #.giran #.beelzebub #.belphegor #.obey me #yandere obey me #poly yandere #yandere poly #thots #.myshit

[tinymonsterlover]

Naughty - Mason Lawrence x Fem!Reader

Smut, Primal Play, Lycanthropy, Yandere, Mason's Duality, Dirty Talk, Fem!Reader (Can upload w different pronouns upon request!), Dominance

You didn't know he was so good at this.

But what did you expect?

You knew of his affliction, his condition, and yet you still weren't ready for the sheer amount of skill and predator drive this man had.

You had been running for what felt like days, legs aching and feet practically killing you with every step you took, but you knew he was close.

You could hear his body weight moving through brush, keeping a perfect pace with you.

"You know, Y/N, I can do this all night. It'd be so much easier to give up and let me just have you, darlin', you know I'll make you feel good."

His voice was sweet and familiar and it almost made you cave.

It would be easy, it'd be so easy to just give yourself up, to let him pick you up and carry you back home, his strength and speed outmatched yours by ten.

Your legs were threatening to give out from underneath you, threatening to make you stumble as you rushed through the woods, the city lights from Maple Grove fading behind you.

You knew he wouldn't let you get too far, the more you pushed towards Owensville the harder he'd come after you, but that was the exciting part of the game.

Part of you wondered if you could actually make it, if you could break through the treeline and emerge into the quiet neighborhoods of the next town over.

The two of you had all night and absolutely nothing better to do.

"I said give the fuck up and just let me take you already!"

Mason's voice changed, the man you loved replaced with the beast inside that you also loved.

A nearby howl tore through the air, rattling your eardrums with its intensity.

Your chest rattled.

It was akin to standing in front of the speakers at a concert.

Your heart sped up until you could feel your pulse pounding beneath your skin, your legs throbbing in unison with pain and soreness.

"Baby doll, I can smell you, you know that right?" Mason crooned, "I can smell your fucking slick."

He caught you off guard, the ache between your legs sending a shockwave to your core, you stopped paying attention for a split second and that's when your body fell forward.

You managed to flip over a log, falling face-first into the dense, autumnal foliage that peppered the ground with patches of crisp, red leaves.

You almost screamed, the urge boiling up in your chest, that primal sensation begged to let loose a shrill cry into the night, but you knew he'd hear you.

You had another thought. One that would give your limbs a break.

You just hoped he wasn't too close behind.

When Mason caught up to you, your plan had worked.

"I fucking smell you, rabbit. I hear your little heart just pounding away. I wonder where on earth you could be?"

He snarled, looking for you behind the nearby trees.

He was impeccable.

He circled each one slowly, making sure you weren't somehow outrunning him.

One of your hands was clasped over your mouth, ensuring that any noise you could have possibly made was muffled, though you felt like your heartbeat was echoing through the forest.

"Darlin', I wish you'd stop bein' so naughty and just come on out. It's getting late, dollface, don't you wanna go home? Huh? Don't you just wanna cuddle up with me and Bodhi?"

His voice echoed, though he was still on high alert, he managed to sound so concerned.

So genuine.

"C'mon little moon, I know you're tired baby. Let me make love to you and tuck you in all nice, I'll even carry 'ya home, sugar."

There was a moment of silence before he turned around, face having morphed slightly into something not entirely human.

"Where are you at, rabbit?! Oh, when I find you, do you have any idea what you're in for? Huh? I'm going to utterly fuck you into the dirt. That's right. Right here. Right in these leaves. I'll fucking mating press you!" He roared, a frustrated huff tearing through his chest.

He rotated again, eyes fixating on a tree branch snapping in the distance, though it wasn't you.

He chuckled and in what felt like the blink of an eye, he was off again.

You could hear him in the distance.

"Did I fuckin' find you sweetheart? Something smells so scared. You don't have to be afraid, darling. I'm only going to breed you."

The woods fell silent for a moment until you heard a beastly curse, birds flying out of nearby trees as a mother deer and her fawn took off, running from the direction Mason had ran off to.

He was back, face back to normal for now, but he was sniffing the air.

You noticed the massive bulge in his loose fitting jeans, straining against the fabric.

He placed a large, warm palm over his tented cock and let out a low groan that barely sounded like your boyfriend.

"God, darlin', you really do smell so damn good all slick for me. I know now, I know you're right here. C'mon out, baby, I ain't gonna bite 'ya, not yet anyway," his voice cooed softly, accent thick with his need.

You shifted your weight, thighs pressed together at the sight of him, lightly shaking his thick cock in his hand as if he were bribing you with it.

A loud crack echoed in the breeze.

Fuck.

You shifted your weight too hard and the branch under you cracked.

He knew now that you had scaled a tree, he just didn't know which one.

You never knew if he could climb trees.

You knew he rock climbed often, but perhaps he somehow didn't know how to scale an oak.

You were wrong.

He grunted and his body shifted up the tree to your right, little to no effort.

He perched unnaturally, sitting up on a hefty branch and surveying the forest floor.

The sun had started to set hours ago, but the oncoming darkness made this game so much more ominous.

That, paired with the yellow glare of Mason's eyes.

He looked right over at you and a toothy grin took over his face, almost unnaturally wide.

"Found you."

His eyes gleamed as his tongue flicked over his teeth.

You knew now that he wasn't lying about how he was going to fuck you into the dirt.

#ns/fw #oc: mason #I'm v nervous to post this pls be gentle #my writing