#oc oak

[yuriyaoidestroyer]

Art project I did for school!! ^^ so silly :3

[thefishywizard]

Teens but older... advanced teens

[macksartblock]

maybe teeny binder normal sketch? feed the hungry please sire🧡🩵

I’ve gotta do my part…. for the hungry.. for my son….

[methbayprisonblues]

do you ever just think about the dads being girl dads first? because I do constantly

Introducing

Lauren *probably had a last name that isn't Stampler*: the most well adjusted girl, takes after her mother Samantha, she has the best social life of the group, is kind and friendly and is honestly just happy her mom is happy even if her new step-dad Ron is a little strange, she understands Terry Jr's resentment but is a lot nicer about it to ron's face, a wizard in the forgotten realms

Dove Oak-Garcia: Dove gave Henry and Mercedes a little false hope about all children being as well behaved as her, she has embraced the nature loving, hippie dippie lifestyle her parents have and is more laid back than Lark and Sparrow but does nothing to help stop their chaos, she didn't know it but she looks just like her grandma autumn, she is a cleric/druid multiclass, who tried so hard to help everyone that one day she just had to turn into a wolf and go live in the woods for a few years

Grace Wilson: Captain of the San Dimas High Cheerleading team, Grace is the epitome of Darryl's mini-me and a daddys girl through and through, does that drive a wedge between her and Carol? the world may never know, a good catholic girl through and through, sure hope no amount of forgotten realms trauma shakes that up, a paladin in the forgotten realms

Stevie Close/Stephanie Foster: nothing is more punk rock than being parentified after the death of your mother, Stevie is very used to taking care of her little brother and sees their dad in a lot harsher of a light than Nick does, before the forgotten realms she was a little jealous of the other girls for having normal dads, then she actually met the other dads, Stevie is, to her own chagrin, a bard just like her dad

gorgeous gorgeous perfect art done by @when-sanpape-arts

I genuinely can't praise it enough

[hattiestgal]

Have some boy in these trying times...

[anthrophobixx]

Drew @inkymkk 's ponies bc I'm obsessed w them + unrelated doodles from a while ago :]

[redcapmcnasty]

Drew @beetledrink’s OC Billy the vampire (and my oc Johnny the werewolf in the background) because I miss them

[yabishrihere]

“Do you know how hard it’s been for me to contain myself?”

[deoxysacid]

did a shit ton of pss icons because i was art blocked and had no better ideas

[sunnys-aesthetic]

Recent art dump time YIPEE

ft. the pierrose twins, apple (pink one) and Oak (i still have to color him in eek)

the green stone is just a physical manifestation of their mana :)! + timber is da name of an oc belonging to @jack-o-phantom

[monsterloverwriting]

Hello!

Could we please have more of the "masked monster" husband? (The one with the antlers and skull mask)

How has the reader coped with suddenly being his bride? What is their domestic life like? And how does their...nightlife look like?

This is one of my personal favorite OC's so we absolutely can. This boy takes up too much space in my mind. I genuinely really love this dude. This also absolutely got away from me, I am so sorry (sort of) MDNI M!Beast x F!Reader, Hunting (blood): Mentioned, This is a lot of exposition honestly, in my mind this is a slow burn romance, kind of... Oral sex f! receiving Cont of : This

It took a week for you to come to terms with the fact that he wasn't going to leave your home without a fight, another week after that you finally learned his name, or at least what he told you to call him. You were feeling especially brave you walked up to him watching as he sat slumped on the living room floor inspecting a bookshelf as if it held the secrets to the universe itself.

"You're staying aren't you?" You ask, stopping at the doorway, leaving plenty of room between the two of you. His head twisted around, the red glow of his eyes meeting yours too quickly as the jaw of his fox skull face snapped shut with a definitive click making a shiver run down your spine as you felt his full attention on you. This was the first time you'd initiated the conversation, or even said more than one word responses to him. His attention sent a chill through you yet at the same time you knew you weren't in danger. Even as he shifted fully to face you.

"I am." He states simply, the skull tilting slightly to the right, as if showing animal like curiosity at the question you've posed. Slowly, cautiously even, you take a step forward.

"What do I call you?" You ask carefully, your eyes shifting to the stark white of his fangs unable to hold the eye contact of his red orbs anymore.

"You may call me Oak, morsel. Use the name often, for I will always answer." His deep bass voice rolled over you, wrapping around you like a warm blanket that could stave off any chill.

It took a month for you to be comfortable in the same room as him for long periods and to stop jumping when he seemed to appear behind you with little to no warning or sound despite his massive size and the way his antlers seemed to scrape at the ceiling if he unhunched for even a moment.

Another to be okay with the gifts he continued to leave you when he did rarely leave the quiet of your home.

"Oak..." You started carefully, stepping into the kitchen to find yet another... something... sitting on your island. It looked like this time it was the hind leg of a deer.

"Yes my morsel?" He asked, appearing closely behind you, so closely that if you took half a step back you'd be pressed against his broad frame. You'd be able to feel the thick fur on his arms and legs, the bark like texture of his exposed skin. Sometimes you found yourself wandering how well you might fit there, tucked into him like the treasure he seemed to think you were.

"I appreciate that you want to hunt for me." Your words are careful as your eyes never leave the still bleeding stump. "But please... at the very least, bleed them outside."

"Of course my love." You weren't really sure how you were ever going to get that stain out of your butchers block but... at least you rarely had to buy meat now.

It took winter coming, your old home's poor insulation doing little to keep the draft of cold air from seeping deep into your bones for you to give in and curl on the floor next to him. Tentatively at first, still keeping space between the two of you, the heat emanating off of him doing more to heat you than the fire blazing in the fire place in front of both of you.

"Can I sit with you and read?" The question is out of your mouth before you can think, the warm blanket you had over your shoulders clutched tightly in one hand as you held up a book to show him as you sat two spaces away from him. His head did that little tilt again, the red of his eyes seeming to brighten as you watched him almost physically restrain himself from moving closer to you.

"Of course Morsel... Will you read it to me?" He asks, his voice wrapping around you, soothing your cold bones with its warm bass. For a moment you're silent, looking down at the old book in your hand before nodding softly, pulling your bottom lip into your teeth to worry at it slightly.

"Yes... But it will be more comfortable if I can sit closer..." Before you can even finish your thought, two large hands wrap around your middle in a gentle but firm grip, lifting your from your spot on the floor and carefully transferring you to sitting directly in his folded legs, your back pressed against his abdomen. One arm wrapped around your waist, holding you snuggly, warmly against him.

"This will be how we read then." He declares, you know there's no point in arguing against it, and if you're being honest you don't want to. He was warm, almost hot in the way his body seemed to give off wave after wave of comforting heat that sunk into your chilled bones. You curl into his lap, ignoring the way you felt heat flooding to your cheeks as you slowly open your book and read to him in a soothing calm voice. Yawning occasionally, relaxing into him, he holds you even after you fall into a quiet steady sleep in his arms. He doesn't move all night but to reach one long arm over to stoke the slowly dying embers of the fire that once burned brightly. He holds you that night, afraid to move, afraid to wake you, afraid you might move away from him again.

You don't. This becomes part of the routine the two of you have found yourselves in. Every night you sit in his lap in front of the warmth of the fire, protected from the chill as he holds you in a loose but filling embrace as you read to him softly until you fall asleep in his arms. Each night you try to argue with your own mind, try to convince yourself you don't like the way his claws feel as they run through your hair. But you love the feeling. You try to argue that you don't snuggle into his hold, but you do. You even try to say the way you play with his fur and touch his skin is simply idly moving your hands, but it's not. Part of you wants to touch him, wants him to touch you more, every night you find that part gets bigger and bigger. Until you find yourself crawling into his lap of your own accord, curling into him as if the shape of him was meant to hold the shape of you.

It was one of these nights, your book long since forgotten beside you that things truly changed. You lay across his lap, relaxing as his clawed fingers dance lazy patterns into the soft skin of your thigh. You don't even notice you do it, but your thighs spread at his touch, making room for his large hand to move higher and higher up your thighs. A soft hum escapes your lips when his hand just barely brushes over your clothed cunt. That hum changed everything.

Before you truly had time to understand, or even react, your body was flat on the floor, pressed right against him as his hands wandered over your skin. Oak let out a huff as his snout met the sensitive skin of your neck, pressing against it, his long thick tongue sliding from between his fangs to dance across your skin.

"My Morsel, I am starving." He said his large hands moving to your hips as he moved away ever so slightly. His glowing orbs weren't on your face as he pulled away, they were locked on the growing wet spot that was slowly growing by the second on your sleep shorts. They flicked up to meet your eyes, waiting. You could feel the heat rushing through your body and slowly, almost imperceptibly you nodded, surprising yourself for a split second. A split second was all you had before your hips were hoisted into the air to meet his maw, your clothes pulled to the side with one massive claw as he exposed you to him. The huff of air was the only warning you had before his tongue, long, and smooth, pressed against your cunt. The moan that escaped your lips was unholy as he drank you in like a dying man. The fangs of his fox like jaw pricking against your hips and ass. His tongue lapped at your clit and entrance as his grip on your hips tightened. When his tongue slid into your sopping pussy, he growled around you as you arched into the sensation. You could feel his fur bristling as you clawed at his fur covered thighs with your blunt nails. His long deft tongue fucking into you in a blindly delicious rhythm that had you tensing around him as your orgasm built quicker than you ever thought it would. Gasps and moans and whimpers fell from your lips unable to stop yourself from grinding into him as not only his hands kept you held close, but his fangs pressed closer, the threat of the prick of his fangs turning into something more making you shiver and a whole new wetness flood his mouth.

His tongue explored your walls, rubbing against them, fucking into them, his huffs cooling the small sheen of sweat on your body as he feasted on you. His tongue pressed against your g-spot, pausing completely as he seemed to study the different texture of this area, before focusing on it, rolling his tongue over it, over and over again making your moans get longer until they turned into screams of ecstasy. Your eyes shot open when you felt it, the orgasm you felt building crest and crash into you like a freight train as he still rolling his tongue over that spot. You watched as his red orbs met your eyes, watched as his face, dripping with not only your juices but his saliva, as it pooled and dripped onto the floor below you. You clench around him, your walls milking at his tongue as he lets out a full body shiver at the feeling.

It's long after your cunt has stopped twitching, your release all over his maw when he finally releases your hips and moves back detangling the two of you with an obvious reluctance that almost makes you laugh.

Quietly he curls you into his lap once more, holding you tighter than before as his claws comb through your now tangled hair.

"Hush now Morsel, sleep I will have more to taste when you wake." He nearly coos at you as he lulls you to sleep, your body pliant and relaxed against him as a shiver runs through you at that promise.

[tanaisokay]

Personal Height Headcannons no one fucking asked for:

Don't come for me, please. I like average height, "shorter" guys. Sebastian gives "under 6ft" energy to me, and there's nothing remotely wrong with that. Short Kings need attention and love too. Not all men need to be 6ft to have worth. End of discussion.

[peteytheparrot]

Absolute cinema + the Template I made for myself lol

[limonnitsa]

THE DISTURBANCE [part 5]

Description: Ida and Sebastian have different views on finding a cure for Anne

[part 4]

[part 6]

tagging @ravenwind-75 for the update!

[vaultureculture]

Mr Oakes

[shyblacksheep]

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