#gutter bunny

[mlobsters]

JIMMY Yeah, bits and pieces. I mean, angel inside of you, it's kinda like being chained to a comet.

DEAN Ah, that doesn't sound like much fun.

JIMMY Understatement.

okay, i like jimmy. and no extra raspy gravely castiel voice.

supernatural s4e20 the rapture (w. jeremy carver)

i get that they needed us to see it was blood but having him consuming it off his hand like this sure was a choice. also maybe just go to the bathroom to do this instead of skulking around outside.

"was it a refreshing coke?" that made me laugh.

dude looked like a demon without even needing to flash his eyes.

the killing s3e4 head shots - aaron pearl as detective taggert

he only has a couple lines but he looked familiar, but i doubt i recognized him from this. i've only watched the killing 3 times all the way through

now sam is giving jimmy the no friends no life speech, but even more violent version of it. withdrawal isn't treating him too nicely looks like.

oh, sam.

omg his face just reminded me of this little bunny that was eating stuff out of the gutter near an apartment i had in in minneapolis and i don't know what it was eating, but there were cigarette butts and what not in there and it was looking around as it ate and had a cigarette butt stuck to its fur. same face for sure.

oh, gutter bunny sam. we're really in it now.

awkward car talks after rawdogging demon blood from the jugular of some rando on a dirty factory floor so you can get your fix

i was unsure how they were gonna get cas back into jimmy willingly without wiping out his family in the process, interesting approach having cas go into his daughter and be like nah i'm staying here, she works too.

well this one had a preview for the end of the season, that looks.. miserable. as to be expected.

[sharkcove]

wow its Gutter Pike the totally real leaked shredforce nordic bunny minion character

Haven’t thought up much for him, I just really wanted to make a guitar pick fish. I think he’s like a higher ranked minion? If Nordic would even have any of those. He doesn’t talk too much and stares quite a bit but he’s helpful and I love him.

[glamfurarchive]

ART BY: Gutter-Bunny on FurAffinity • 07/22/2021

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[barnbridges]

George Orwell on Julian Morrow, Richard Papen on Bunny Corcoran.

[babybunny-ox]

Bunny brain is at it again 🥵🐰

Ski masks and latex gloves 😍🥵

No way of hiding how wet you are when the gloves turn shiny

[fireworkss-exe]

love the wildlife in my area. burrowing owls. mourning doves. BUNNIES. WILD HORSES.

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hi lovely!! Firstly I want to say I love your works 🥰🥰 always happy to see someone keeping the poly!marauders tag alive! Could I request poly!marauders with fem!reader who just got her wisdom teeth out? Or some sort of procedure where they’re under anesthesia I’m not picky 😭😭 it’s always so cute to see reader all loopy and their bfs like “she’s so cute I want to eat her 😍”

Feel free to ignore this if you don’t vibe with it!! Love you loads 🎀

Thank you so much baby! I relate to this so much because in the two ish weeks I wasn't posting I actually got mine out! Love you loads as well! fem!reader x poly!marauders.

cw: surgery, pain meds, anesthesia

619 words

“C'mon, sweet thing. Let’s get you inside.” James coaxed, gently. He was basically holding you up as you stumbled over the threshold of your home, still spacey from the anesthesia and pain medicine. 

“W- we’re home!” You slurred, muffled by the gauze in the back of your mouth. You tried to struggle free from James’ grasp, but he held fast to your arm. He was far stronger than you in typical circumstances, but in your inebriated state it was like a bunny trying to tug on an elephant. 

“Easy, love.” Remus chided, placing the hand that wasn’t holding your prescriptions on your shoulder. 

“I can do it myself.” You pulled against your boyfriends’ hold again, missing Sirius' lovingly annoyed expression in your determination.

“I’m sure you can, baby.” Sirius placated. “But then you would be denying us the pleasure of helping you. Don’t be mean and let us help you, yeah?” He rubbed up and down your arm through your thick sweater. 

“I wasn’t trying to be mean.” You said, voice wobbling with misery. Remus avoided the strong urge to swat his boyfriend. 

“You’re never mean lovie,” James cut his eyes to Sirius before fixing you with an awfully kind look. “Pads is just being a git, yeah?” He encouraged you to lie down on the bed.

“He’s not a git!” You shot back. “I love him!” Sirius thought he could cry from fondness on the spot. 

“Aw, I love you too, baby.” He knelt down to stroke your hair and resisted the urge to kiss your swollen cheeks. James helped you under the covers while Remus set the bag of care supplies on the dresser. You made grabby hands at Sirius, trying to pull him on top of you. (sober you would die before being that blatant in wanting)

“Gentle, dovey. You’re fragile right now, don’t hurt yourself” Remus gently scolded. 

“B- but I wanna cuddle!” You whined. James wondered if your words right now were just your internal thoughts all the time, he kind of hoped they were. Sirius gently moved you over enough for him to crawl in, holding you to lie on your back while he wrapped his arms around you. Remus was still by the dresser, reading the instructions again and setting out your medications. James leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. 

“Thank you for doing this.” He whispered, stroking the taller boy's hair. 

“Don’t mention it. I just know when she wakes again she is going to feel awful.” Remus winced. 

“She’s a trooper, though.” James added. “Remember they had to wheel me to the car when I got mine taken out. I also sobbed the whole way home and had a death grip on Pads so much he had bruises.” He recalled from his operation. 

“Yeah, you were a big baby, huh?” Remus teased. 

“Exactly,” Sirius piped up, holding onto your now sleeping form. You were out cold, some of the meds still clearly in your system. “At least she’s a cute baby.” 

“Oi! You said I was cute!" James said furiously. 

“You were, love. You always are.” Remus said, cheeks flaming. James sighed, looking at you. 

“She’s so precious I could eat her.” He said, lovelorn. 

“Don’t think she’s gonna want that for a while, Prongs.” Sirius teased, still stroking your arms and hair.

“Get your mind out of the gutter!” James scolded, walking over to the bed and flopping down on your other side, Remus close on his tail. He kissed your head chastely, steering clear from any sore areas. You stirred in your sleep, not discontentedly, but rather reveling in their hold.

Your boyfriends didn’t know if they could survive this amount of fondness, but they weren’t complaining.

[buckyalpine]

I have so much work to do but you know what I’m going to do? Write some smutty shit here. This is just all dirty talking cause my mind is in the gutter and my brain haz the dum. 

Imagine cocky dom Bucky having you ride his cock, cooing at you while you whine and whimper, impaling yourself on him. This innocent little fuckboll he thought wouldn’t even know how to kiss but the first taste of his cock you’ve lost yourself on him. 

“Don’t cry babydoll, hurts me when you cry” His thumb swiped the tears that fell down your cheek before slipping it past your lips. 

“Thats right bunny, suck daddy’s thumb while you take all this cock, my sweet dumb baby”

“Suck like the good whore you are baby, you’re so good at sucking, aren’t you. Got my dick all nice and wet with that pretty tongue, licking and playing with my balls, your mouth was made to suck cock, wasn’t it. Crying cause it isn’t my cock in your mouth right now baby? You’ll get to clean me up after baby, don’t worry” 

“Look at you, perfect little cocksleeve for this fat cock, almost couldn’t take it huh? Had to warm and stretch you up real nice”

“Soo big daddy”

“I know sweets, I know, but you’re such a good slut baby, you take my dick so well, making me feel so good” 

“Such a good slutty baby all for daddy, squeeze my cock princess-fuckk-yess, you make my balls so heavy”

Your little pouty face has him making a creamy mess inside your pussy, precum mixing with your arousal, dripping out of you and getting his balls wet. The curly hair at the base of his length is soaked and it only makes him more feral. 

“What is it princess, why are you so pouty, is that little button of yours all tingly baby, use your words”

He tutted at your pathetic whimper, holding your hips down, keeping his cock in you, not letting you move. 

“Where, where do you need daddy to touch you, hm?” He gives you a cocky smirk, tilting his head while you chew your lip, peeking at him through your lashes. Your shyness combined with the way your breasts bounced in his face, your naked body glistening with sweat from riding him is almost too much. Bucky normally had no issue lasting forever but with you?

He was fighting to push his orgasm down. 

“R-rub me daddy”

“Here baby?” He teasingly tugged your nipple, letting his hands trail across your body until you grabbed his hand and placed it onto your throbbing cunt. 

“here-AH” You threw your head back, bouncing on him faster as he started to rub perfect circles around you. 

“You like that bunny? Feel good when I touch you there, I know you’ve been touching yourself there baby, can practically smell you when you’re near me” His voice turned into a growl, thinking about all the times you’d been near him and he could practically smell sex engulfing you as if you bathed yourself in the sweetest ambrosia. 

“God, I can’t believe a sweet thing like you is such a cockwhore baby, makes me wanna cum so bad, you know that? God daddy so horny sweets, I wanna make a mess in that pussy of yours”

“Wanna paint that pretty face, mouth, cover you with my cum baby, fuck, have you feel me all over, taste like me, smell like me, my perfect slut”

“You’d take it all, wouldn’t you princess, you’d drink all of daddy’s cum, touch yourself with it. You’d let me cum into you until you made me a real daddy?”

“Don’t tire yourself too much bunny, we have all night”   

[elsweetheart]

texts with dealer!ellie part 2

🎀 makin these r so fun i had to do another <33 mentions of weed, mentions of death (in a jokey way) sexual flirting ,, ya thts it enjoy

e: Babe, you gotta come quick it’s an emergency

e: Babe

r: wh at???? what i just woke up from a nap what happened??

e: I think I’m dying.

r: ellie???? what’s wrong?????

e: I’m gonna die and the only thing that will save me is a pretty girl on my lap smoking my weed with me

e: Come quick… I can see the light

r: r u fucking serious ellie ?? u scared me !!!!

e: I’ll have you know it’s a very serious situation.

r: just for that i’m not coming over >:((

r: suffer the consequences!!!!!

e: Come on it was a little funny

r: no. mad at u.

e: 📞 I’m calling the waa-mbulance

e: 👶 <- You

r: you’re not helping yourself. now i’m even more mad

e: I’m sorry! Just wanna see my girl

e: Can you blame me

r: yes

e: I know you wanna smoke a little weed

e: You’re like

e: A little bunny… and the weed is your lettuce

r: ok… true …..

r: why can’t u come here i just woke up :(

e: Because I don’t wanna have to bring aaalll my stuff to create the most perfect roll you’ve ever laid eyes on

e: I’d like to do it from the privacy of my own desk thank you.

r: so pre roll it and bring it to me loser :(

r: you owe me for scaring me :(

e: Good point

e: Alright I’ll come

e: And then you’ll come… if you know what I mean

r: get ur mind out of the gutter williams

e: You know me baby, always thinking with my dick

r: well bring ur dick with u. u need to make it up to me 🙄

e: When bae wants to fuck but you left your dick at home…

r: are you coming or not

e: Yes ma’am just let me roll

e: Leavimg now do you want me to pick up some food

e: Leavinf

e: FUCKING LEAVING

r: no need to yell ……

r: can u plsss bring me coffee i’m a sleepy girl :(

e: I like you being a sleepy girl. I’ll bring you breakfast. Coffee’s bad for you

r: so weed is good coffee is bad? got it

e: Hey. I don’t let you smoke that much weed either. Sassy pants

e: Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed huh

r: yeah it might have something to do with my girlfriend texting me and telling me she’s dying. not sure though

e: Alright brat 🙄

e: Ok I’m on my way. You can go back to sleep I’ll let myself in

r: mmkay ellie

e: Good girl

r: 🤭

[mlobsters]

supernatural s9e22 stairway to heaven (w. andrew dabb)

confederate flag in the banana split...? apparently last episode s8e6 southern comfort that was covered in them too was set in missouri as well

sam, now you're sleeping on top of the covers in jeans too? we're regressing

SAM What's wrong with you? I could have shot you. [checks his watch] Why aren't you sleeping? We got in like two hours ago.

probably feel slightly more rested if you were in comfy clothes under the covers. just sayin

obligated to point out bedroom vanity sink situation

DEAN I called Cas. He said there's something going down in Missouri. SAM What kind of something? DEAN He said he couldn't talk about it over the phone. SAM Why? DEAN Because he is a weird guy, okay? He's a weird, dorky, little guy. But he happens to have an army of Angels behind him, and, even though I hate to say it, if we're gonna take a shot at Metatron, they might be useful.

lol

SAM Well, do you think we need the First Blade? Why don't we just leave that here? DEAN We talked about this, and we decided that -- SAM No. In all fairness, we didn't decide. You did.

appreciate that

DEAN Okay, I decided that a hockey stick that can kill anything might come in handy, so sue me. SAM How many times have we been around this block? Magic that powerful comes at a price, and right now we don't know what that price is.

s4e20 the rapture

you end up with a gutter bunny sam situation

DEAN I'm fine. I'm fan-friggin'-tastic. SAM And I'm glad, honestly. I'm not saying we bury the thing. I'm saying we just save it for when we really need it. Crowley. Metatron. The big boss fights. You don't have to have it with you all the time, right? I mean, just leave it. Please. DEAN [setting the blade to the side] No problem. SAM Thank you.

let me guess, he doubles back and grabs it anyway

haha okay andrew dabb. did follow up saying some really shitty stuff, so we can gloss over the shade

SAM Uh, roll call? You hold, uh, roll call? CASTIEL They like to hear me say their names. DEAN I know a couple of women like that.

what a weird, weird line to go with (castiel's). it wasn't creepy before but it sure is now!

boop boop command shell results lemme click

DEAN Cas, I know you try to be a good guy, okay? I do. You try. But what you got here, this is a a freakin' cult. CASTIEL Dean. DEAN And the last time you had this kind of juice, you did kill humans and angels, and you did nothing but lie to me and Sam about it the whole damn time! SAM Can we, uh -- can we take this somewhere else, guys? [They enter CASTIEL's private office] SAM Will you stow the baggage, Dean.

understandable baggage, but also yes

CASTIEL No. If you don't want my help, then I will follow Josiah's trail to Colorado. I have to do something, Dean. DEAN All right, fine. But Sam's coming with you. SAM What? CASTIEL Because you don't trust me? DEAN To help.

well sam and cas quality time, then. can chat about wtf is up with dean. and sam seems to have fully stowed his baggage, i mean, breaking the wall in his head kind of feels unforgivable but i guess not

CASTIEL Abaddon is dead. SAM And then some. CASTIEL Oh, no. SAM Okay. Um...Ominous.

cute

CASTIEL He does seem angry. I mean, he's always a little angry, but now it seems like...more. I think a part of him actually believed that I ordered those angels to, you know...Sam, you don't, do you? SAM No, man. Cas, listen. You got a weird thing going on back there. Those other angels, the way they stare at you, I-it's like you're part rock star, part L. Ron. CASTIEL They've put their faith in me. SAM And maybe that's the problem. I mean, people have been doing messed up crap in the name of faith -- in the name of God -- since forever.

sam's being so earnest and open

FLAGSTAFF Not funny "ha ha." But you thinking you help people -- it's amusing. I help people. A clogged artery here, a tumor there. I do good in this world. You -- you believe every problem can be solved with a gun. You play the hero, but underneath the hype, you're a killer with oceans of blood on his hands. I hate men like you. DEAN Honey, there ain't no other men like me.

kind of fair, kind of not. but poking the already pissed off bear who you think is a murderer anyway, maybe not the best call?

also sure, tessa. why not

DEAN Yeah. See, that just doesn't sound like the Cas I know. TESSA But doesn't it, though? And the Cas you know, would he raise an army of angels without telling you? 'Cause this Cas did.

ouch. and surprising no one, dean does in fact have the first blade. he's a few stabbings away from his own gutter bunny moment, i think

glad they clarified in conversation that she threw herself on the blade

SAM We had a deal. DEAN Yeah, well, it was a stupid deal. SAM Really? 'Cause if you'd stuck to it, Tessa would still be alive. Without her, we ain't got jack. DEAN Yeah, you think I don't know that? You think I wanted that to happen? SAM I don't know, Dean. Did you? CASTIEL All right, that's enough. Stop it.

sorry, dad 😔

so cas has to kill dean or everyone will leave. sure, why not!! it's not as bad as the leviathans but good grief i'm tired of this

METATRON So? Well, that's an old writer's trick -- flipping the script. You start by building up a seemingly unbeatable enemy, like the death star, or a rival angel with a bigger army. That way, I look like the underdog. But then, oh, no! The competition gets greedy. He starts pushing things too much. With the help of my combustible double agents. And then, after a rousing speech, his true weakness is revealed. He's in love with humanity. And now...I'm inevitable.

*taps the sign*

also the pause "he's in love .... with humanity" was that one for the destiel shippers :p

CASTIEL Long enough to destroy Metatron, I hope. But without an army... DEAN Well, hey, you still got us. CASTIEL Dean. Those bombers -- you don't really think that I -- DEAN Cas, you just gave up an entire army for one guy. No, there's no way that you blew those people away. CASTIEL You really believe we three will be enough? DEAN We always have been.

trying to remember when they actually solved a big problem with cas. he was there with getting lucifer in the cage... blowing up dick roman/in purgatory. hum. too tired i think, will have to look it up later

GADREEL I've...made mistakes. But haven't you? Haven't we all?

understatement of the century lol

little slice from the first blade for his trouble, again surprising no one

well that one had some fun punchy moments, jackles is getting to use his detached face a lot, sam's still on the empathy overload train. but i am so weary of the angel plotline

[sanjoongie]

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ღPervert!teez: a collaboration within pirateeznet featuring @flurrys-creativity writing San @potatomountain writing Hongjoong @mingsolo writing Mingi @daddyfordaeddy writing Wooyoung @bunnliix writing Seonghwa, @skteezcursed writing Yunho and @desirehorizon writing Yeosang

ღPairings: Cane Corso Hybrid! Jongho x Reader (f) 

ღGenre: smut

ღAu: hybrid au, pervert au

ღTrope: established relationship

ღWord Count: 1,838

ღRating: 18+, MINORS DNI

ღSynopsis: you catch your boyfriend doing perverted hybrid activities and there’s only one way to deal with it

ღWarnings: dom! Reader, sub! Jongho, nicknames: Master (reader) & Pup (Jongho), perverted! Jongho, smelling underwear, using a stuffie as a fleshlight, spanking (m), degradation, slight manipulation on Jongho’s end but reader goes along with it willing, aftercare

“I’m gonna take a shower!” You called out to your hybrid boyfriend.

Jongho, a Cane Corso breed, curiously meandered into your shared bedroom. You had already gathered your towel and robe and placed it in the bathroom. You began to disrobe in your walk-in closet when he found you. 

“Can I join?” Jongho asked, a confident smile saying he expected you to answer yes. His tail thwapped against his pant leg in excitement.

“No,” You replied simply. “I just want a quick wash.”

Jongho’s ears drooped and he frowned cutely at you. “No? But I want to join.”

You finish disrobing and putting your dirty clothes in your hamper. You raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend. “I said no,” You said firmly, using your forefinger to stress your point. 

Jongho dejectedly followed you to the en-suite bathroom. “Please?” He whined. “I missed you all day!”

You placed a hand on Jongho’s chest to stop him from following you any further. Your other hand fondly rubs his ear between your fingers. Jongho’s eyes close in happiness at the gesture. “I love you Jongho but I need just a few minutes alone.”

Jongho opened one eye balefully. “How many minutes?”

You clucked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “I’m just showering. Get your head out of the gutter.”

“Fine,” Jongho muttered and moved back into your bedroom.

The last thing you saw before you closed the bathroom door was Jongho’s ear satelliting towards your walk-in closet and his nose snuffling. 

You came out of your bathroom in your robe and sighed in annoyance. Although the view of Jongho's plump ass greeted you, his thick thighs spread slightly, butt cheeks clenching every so often, his activity meant that you had some work to do. Your fully naked boyfriend was humping the stuffed bunny that usually remained on your shelf, a gift from Jongho early on in your relationship. 

As you rounded the bed, preparing to interrupt Jongho, you noticed the flash of black as Jongho pulled back his hips to thrust again against the poor bunny rabbit stuffie. That fucker had fished into your hamper and pulled out your used underwear to fuck. The black satin was currently wrapped around his dick. 

“You little pervert!” You said in a condescending tone.

Jongho visibly flinched. “I can explain.”

“Explain why my panties are around your dick, and you're humping Mr.Bunnykins?” 

Jongho shrunk in on himself, a big dog trying to make himself look smaller. “He smells like you!”

“I bet you liked smearing your dirty, sticky seed all over his soft fur, didn't you?” You cooed mockingly.

You put a hand then a knee up and started crawling across the bed. 

Jongho’s face was red and his eyes wouldn't meet your gaze. "You don't understand.”

“Help me understand, pup,” You purred.

Jongho’s eyes snapped upwards, tears at the corners. His ears moved back and forth, as he whined in the back of his throat. “It felt so good!”

“What felt good, Jongho?” You continued to coo mockingly. “The part where you fucked poor Mr. Bunnykins tummy? Or the part when you smelled my underwear because don't think I don't know.”

Jongho’s lower lip began to jut and wobble. “I wanted it to be you.”

You put one hand on his thigh. It flexed when your nails dug in lightly to his skin there. “Why didn't you wait, pup?”

“Because I waited all day already!” Jongho insisted.

Jongho had been banned from jerking off a few weeks ago due to the fact that he didn’t leave anything for you when you were feeling in the mood. “And what happens when bad puppies break the rules, Jongho?” You whispered.

“Bad puppies get spanked,” Jongho whispered back.

His entire demeanor changed. His eyes were alight with mischief. The little actor really knew how to play up his face. Jongho knew exactly what he wanted. In fact, he probably got off at the thought of you catching him doing his little taboo moment. 

You leaned in and playfully bit his nose and then moved back to the edge of the bed. Your legs provided a perfect bench for Jongho to lean over on. The hybrid did exactly that, broad shoulders sliding over to one side while his ass jiggled on the other. 

“How many do you think you've earned, pup?” You demanded.

“I didn't come,” Jongho insisted. “I'm not that bad of a puppy.”

You sighed. “Five then. Count them out.”

Your palm smoothed over Jongho’s bare ass cheek and then you suddenly slapped it.

“Fuck! One!” Jongho said between pain-clenched teeth.

“Two! Oh god.”

“Threeeeeeeee. Yeaaaaaaah.”

You could feel Jongho’s cock rubbing against your thigh as your robe moved out of the way, and his cock was dripping. “Do you like when your master spanks you, pup?”

“Feels so good,” Jongho slurred.

“Color?” You snapped.

“Everything is green right now,” Jongho replied. 

You slapped him on the opposite cheek and Jongho moaned as his dick slid against your soft legs. “Fooourrr. I'm such a bad puppy.”

“You're a perverted little--” You gasped in shock when you saw the flash of black against Jongho’s face. “Are you sniffing my underwear still?!”

“No.” The little shit lied, rutting his hips forward.

You gripped his hair harshly and yanked his head back. “You keep those hips still or I will put a cock ring on you, so help me.”

“Master,” Jongho whined. His Adam's apple bobbed beautifully with his strained neck. “I'm such a bad puppy. I should get more than five spanks.”

“No,” You spat. “You're getting off on it.”

You spanked him for the final time and then pushed him off your lap.

Jongho fell to the floor and rolled. His cock was angrily standing at attention and it was smeared with his precum. “Five,” He said with a gummy smile.

“What do we say, pup?”

“Thank you, Master.” Jongho licked his lips and blinked slowly.

“What are we going to do with you?” You demanded, shoulders heaving with the physical exertion and your anger co-mingled.

“Jerk me off until I whine with overstimulation and even then take me through as many orgasms as you can milk out of me since that's all I seem to care about: getting off.” Jongho put it so succinctly that you had nothing to add.  

“What am I going to do with you when all your punishments seem to be rewards for you?” You sighed instead.

Jongho stood up, perhaps sensing that what he wanted was slowly sifting through his hands like trying to grasp at sand. “If you leave me alone, I’ll just finish on poor Mr. Bunnykins tummy. You wouldn’t subject him to that fate, would you?”

“Fine,” You said coolly. You stood up and adjusted your robe. “Finish yourself on the stuffie like the pervert you are, Jongho.”

Jongho huffed sadly. “No, I want you.”

You pointed a finger at Mr. Bunnykins. “The stuffed animal can be run through the washer and dryer, pup. You, apparently, need to be taught a lesson.”

Jongho frowned and pouted heavily. “But I wanted you!” He wailed.

“Yes, well, you could have had me, all nice and clean smelling, if you had bothered to be patient, pup,” You scolded him. 

“Master!”

You hooked a finger under Jongho’s collar, the only piece of clothing he still had on, and jerked him close to you. “You fuck that stuffed animal right now, or so help me, I will put that cock ring on you, jerk you off through all that overstimulation, and you won’t be able to cum. It’ll be ten times worse, Jongho, believe you me.”

Jongho shuffled back to the bed, sending glances every now and then back at you, as if he was hoping that you would stop him. “Are you going to watch me?”

“I am,” You declared. “And Jongho? Give me my underwear right now.”

Jongho handed you your underwear. “You’re no fun.”

You retained a bored expression as your hybrid boyfriend humped the stuffed animal he had once given to you after your first one hundred days together. It was important that you did not show that what you were ‘observing’ didn’t turn you on at all, or that it was a chore. Because if Jongho got even a whiff of you enjoying it, he’d do it again.

Jongho thrusted against Mr. Bunnykins’ stomach in an attempt to get some friction but it was proving harder without your underwear. He whined, using one hand to hold up his body and the other to keep the stuffie in place. 

“What’s wrong, pup?” You said condescendingly. “Can’t get off now that you’ve got an audience, you little pervert?”

“It’s hard!’ Jongho panted.

You watched as his foreskin moved up and down his head, as he aggressively fucked the stuffed rabbit. His ass cheeks were still read from his spanking. He was a vision with his huge, muscled body, fucking the fragile and soft stuffed animal. It was most definitely doing things for you.

“Come on, Jongho. Can’t get your big dumb cock to squirt on demand? That’s too bad you can’t perform. I was going to cuddle you and everything afterwards,” You sighed dramatically.

“Stupid Bunnykins,” Jongho growled suddenly, as if the stuffed rabbit was enemy number one. 

A sudden loud rip had you realizing that Jongho had ripped a hole in Mr. Bunnykins stomach and then thrusted his cock inside the stuffie.

“Choi Jongho!” You admonished him. “Are you serious?!”

“I’m such a bad pup,” Jongho murmured to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fucking Mr.Bunnykins instead of my Master.”

“Are you going to get off inside a stuffie?” Your voice cracked through Jongho’s lust-haze and then he was done for. Your boyfriend cried out, fists tight, as he thrusted inside Mr.Bunnykins and finished finally.

“You’re such a perverted boy,” You tsked out loud.

Jongho smiled lazily, lying on his back now, the discarded stuffed rabbit oozing cum from its stomach. “I get cuddles now, right?”

“After I clean you up,” You mused. You needed to do something nice for Jongho after coming down from your domming.

“Please be gentle with me,” Jongho begged. 

You wet a soft washcloth and came back to the bedroom. “I wouldn’t have to be gentle if you weren’t such a goddamn brat, Jongho,” You mused.

Jongho watched with heavy-lidded eyes as you cleaned him up. You swiped along his pelvis and then carefully pulled back his foreskin to clean his head. Jongho was good for you, staying still, already satisfied and not greedy to push the envelope. 

Once you discarded the washcloth, you cuddled up to Jongho on the bed. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck and sighed happily. “This was all that I wanted when I came home.”

Jongho leaned over to give you a loud, smacking kiss on the crown of your head. “Next time, I want to do that scene though.”

You laughed under your breath. “You’re such a bad pup.”

[nahoyasboyfriend]

hm, thinking about you falling asleep in one of james' button ups with nothing underneath it but you're underwear. he slowly unbuttons it, carefully, like any sudden movement will wake you. once your, or his if you want to be technical, shirt is completely unbuttoned, he leans down to press a kiss to your chest, between your breasts. he lingers, enjoying the delicious warmth that radiates off you. compared to him, you're like the sun. he runs his hands up and down your sides, reverent. every movement dripping with adoration, it's shockingly sweet. he continues his soft kisses all the way to your tummy.

gently, he pushes your thighs apart, slotting himself between them. pulling your panties to the side, he lays his tongue flat on your cunt, licking a broad stripe. your thighs twitch around his head, lightly squeezing. his tongue swirls around your clit, and you subconsciously begin to rock your hips against his face. he dips down, collecting your liquid love on his tongue. he groans, deep and gutteral, at the taste of you, and you seem to like it because soon enough your breathing begins to get louder, quiet inhales turning into soft gasps. he focuses his attention on your sensitive bud, suckling and and flicking his tongue over it. That's when your hand tangles into his hair, his name slipping out of your mouth. your orgasm comes in waves, and you begin to grind into the heat of James' mouth, riding out your climax. he doesn't pull away until you're done, like the gentleman he is. when he does, he leaves one last kiss on your clit before pulling away completely.

blinking dumbly at the ceiling, you can't come up with anything coherent to say. looking down at where James should be you wonder what he's doing after waking you up like that. then you feel a pair of strong hands pushing up your legs, and suddenly you're knees parallel to your shoulders. "James, what ar—"

he pushes in slowly, but somehow it still knocks the words out your mouth. he starts up a leisurely pace, every thrust brushing against that spot that has you gushing around him. James captures your lips in a passionate kiss, it's deep and you can feel the desire permeating off of him. you moan into his mouth, and soaks in every one of them. your second orgasm comes embarrassingly fast, but that doesn't stop you from making a mess all over his cock. not long after, his thrusts turn into small bunny humps, and he cums deep inside of you. he lifts himself up, and puts your legs down but doesn't pull out, then he flips to two of you to the side. his cock still nestled deep inside of you. "you don't mind if we stay like this?" he murmurs, wrapping an arm around you.

"s' fine," you reply too tired to have any complaints, but even if you weren't you really wouldn't mind. he practically purrs in delight, his hand mindlessly stroking your hair.

"sleep well, dearest" he whispers into the top of your head, and it makes your heart flutter a bit.

[littleplantfreak]

Chatterbox pt. 2 - SFW

Here's part 1 with everyone else

Togame Jo - If it's you, he lets you talk for hours. Anyone else, he prefers to keep it short and sweet. Choji'll start listening in and ends up putting you on speaker when they're at the Ori, but he gets embarrassed if Choji bring up the name he has for you in his phone. It's either some cutesy form of your name or a nickname like bunny or babe with emojis. "Togame why do you have hearts and sparkles on her name? Mine isn't like that! I'm adding some to mine too." And now he has his friend in his phone as ‘✨🦁Ch💛ji🕺✨’.

Choji Tomiyama - Loses his phone so much Togame has to search for it on Find My Friends at least once a day. But then once he finds it and realizes he missed your calls/texts he gets super pouty because he could've been bringing you with him on his daily adventures via call. Calls you back immediately even if it's past normal waking hours which has you like

Once you actually get him on the phone though, he'll talk your ear off until he gets the urge to see you. Then he's just walking to your house without telling you he's coming to get you, all while you chat on the phone. "Hey can you open the window? I'm on the second floor gutter and it's gonna fall soon." Bro.

Tsubaki Tasuku - Another chatter. Keeps it near two hours though cause his schedule is usually hectic. Sends you texts very frequently though. Insists on showing off how cute you both are on SNS and they're professional level photography (courtesy of Seiryu.) Actually a lot bolder with her affections on the phone, often making you flustered. You guys have matching charms on each other's phones too.

Kaji Ren - Although he likes the sound of your voice, like Hiragi, he wants to hear it in person rather than on the phone. Insists he's coming to pick you up right now because it's not like he's doing anything more important than spending time with you (doesnt matter what time you call him either. If you have a nightmare or something in the middle of the night, he's already at your back door.)  Has one (1) heart next to your contact name, but if anyone comments on it he flushes and gets aggro like immediately.

Endo Yamato - I shiver thinking about being able to talk to this guy on the phone. He somehow knows what you're doing when you call him despite you not even telling him yet. His ears just happen to be really good, and if he's honest about it, he kinda finds you predictable (not a bad thing, it's just how he is.) Matches your energy while texting, and he really likes when you send him pictures of your day. He doesn't seem like the type to be on the phone for more than 30 minutes to an hour.

Chika Takiishi - He lets you chat for hours, but doesn't really respond much unless prompted. Forgets you cant see that he's nodding at what your saying, which is really kinda silly to see from his end. If he's gotta do something that he can't use his phone during, he'll leave the phone with Endo while you keep talking.

Tachibana Kotoha - Loves to chat just like Ume. She'll usually put wireless headphones in so she can multi-task better during calls. Sends shopping links back and forth with you, pretty much window shopping but also getting inspo for new outfits. She's got the customer service voice down and accidentally answers your calls with it sometimes which is pretty funny. Uses more exclamation points than you'd think she does in text. Her limit is probably 2, 3 hours max (She's a busy girl.)

Suzuri Shuhei - Really likes talking on the phone and thinks things get kinda lost in translation during text. Types messages to you like he's writing a book sometimes, and other times it's like "K. Ok. Yeah." Sir just text that you're at work or gaming rn we CAN wait till later usually. Starts pretty much every call by asking what you did for the whole day, and then follows it up with his day as well. It's kinda domestic to him to end the day like that. Max is probably 2 hours but he can do more than one call a day sooo.

Sako Kota - When he's not sending you instagram worthy pictures of the cute desserts or drinks he's getting, he's calling you and asking what you want from the place he's at. Brings you anything you want, whether you're at work, school, or home if you don't or can't go with him. He doesn't wanna be on the phone for more than half an hour, but he also calls multiple times a day even if it's just a quick question about something you were talking about earlier. He doesn't know, but when you call he visibly perks up and everyone can tell it's you despite him keeping his regular tone of voice.

[solivagant242]

losing you pt.7

remus lupin x f!reader

warnings: strong angst, losing a relationship, minor swearing (?)

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 6

amberly is used as the MC here since i used to write a lot of fanfics with her, but feel free to self-insert or use whatever name you’d like <3

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Amberly is fighting what feels like a losing battle.

She’s stopped trying to reach out. Stopped trying to talk, to hang out, to make plans. Every day the shell she’s built around herself gets a little thicker, a little harder.

She gets up in the morning. Early, which hasn’t changed at least. She goes for a walk by herself, her only company the fat gray squirrels chasing each other over the brown leaves in the gutter. She doesn’t kiss Remus’ forehead or ask him if he’d like her to warm some bread or start the kettle for tea. She makes him a plate of food, placed neatly under another one in the oven so it will stay warm, and then takes a shower and dresses in clothes she lay out the night before. Gone are the days of sleepy cuddles, of clinging to each other in the early morning hours, curled into each other like tired cats.

By the time Remus is out of bed, she tries to be gone and out of the house. Her job as a high-school math tutor has gone fully remote, as most of the students in the district are just starting school, so she’s taking calls from kids across the country or even the world. She takes her laptop, charger, and headphones to the little cafe down the street and curls up in her favorite window seat that overlooks the entrance. 

She heads back around four every day, so that she has time to make dinner and warm it up for him. After that she makes herself scarce. Heads to the library, headphones on, buries herself in a book or writing so that she doesn’t have to think. Loses herself so well there’s always a slight shock when she looks up and sees the dimming light around her.

And at night? Amberly keeps to her side of the bed. Curls herself around her pillow, hugging it to her chest, teetering on the very edge of the mattress with her back to Remus if she can help it. She doesn’t hug him. Doesn’t touch him or reach for him in her sleep. The nightmares that used to plague her are back, back with a vengeance now that she doesn’t have the solid comfort of Remus’ warmth against her. More often than not she finds herself leaving the bed in the gray hours of dawn, teeth chattering in the early chilliness of the house, to plaster herself against the soft plush of the couch and close her eyes, praying for the bad dream to end.

She doesn’t feel…anything? Maybe that’s not accurate; she knows she should feel something. Anger, like Lily had suggested. Or sadness at the rapidly growing pit that had once been their relationship. 

But all Amberly can feel is numb.

Every time she wants so, so so badly to reach out to Remus, to pet his hair or ask for a hug or rest her head on his shoulder, she just remembers that bitter, hateful rage behind her eyes when he spat those words at her.

“I don’t want you…”

And she wraps herself in gray silence like a cloak, the weight of unspoken words heavy on her tongue. 

Remus feels like he’s losing his mind. 

What’s worse is that he has exactly what he wanted. But now he doesn’t want it, not unless Amberly is there. 

He wanted to be left alone. He wanted for her to stop clinging to him, always asking if he was okay, if he wanted to do something together. He wanted some space to breathe, neglecting to realize that the only reason Amberly had been in his space was because she was trying to take care of him.

Well, now he has that.

She doesn’t text him anymore. Well, she does, but not like she used to. She’d send him good morning, i love you, i had a CRAZY dream about a bunny rabbit mixed with a Niffler…

Now he gets a morning, love you, food is in the oven.

She used to answer him right away. Always there, always ready- do you need me to make you that herbal mix for your bath? How about I fill you a hot water bottle? Love, would you like some popcorn or is your headache too bad?

He’s lucky if he gets a response within two hours now.

For the first time he knows how she felt. As it turns out, seeing the response ty to have a good day today love really, really hurts. 

She doesn’t hug him anymore. Well, she does, but not like she used to, wrapping her arms around him and burrowing into the crook of his neck like a sleepy cat. Her warm embrace has become a one-armed, uncomfortable bump together that she always stiffens at and leans away from as soon as possible. 

Amberly used to rest her head on his shoulder, grab his hand and interlock the fingers, hug him from behind, curl up in his lap. Now she barely touches him, and if she does, it’s quick and very plainly not wanted. She doesn’t look at him that much anymore either. That beautiful light from her brown eyes that he’d loved from the moment he met her is now dulled, maybe even extinguished completely.

Her presence in the house reminds him of a ghost. She dodges in and out like autumn mist, timing her leaving and arriving with his. He can’t remember the last time they sat in a room to have a conversation. Fuck, he can’t remember the last time they even talked, outside of short, brief exchanges: dinner’s on the table. I got your meds, they’re on the dresser. Already locked the door.

But through all that growing blackness, all he can think, a dull pulse in his ears, is this is exactly how you treated her, and you were stupid enough to think it was okay.

Amberly can feel herself fading. 

She’s lost weight. She doesn’t know how. Maybe when the whole thing had gotten really bad, when she had entirely lost her appetite for anything at all. Sleep. Physical affection (she cringed at the thought, imagining what Remus’ mind was probably on when he touched her- does she ever leave me alone? Why does she have to be around me, clinging to me, every second of the day?). Food. Water. 

Her eyes have shadows under them. In dim light, they look like bruises. As if she’s some weeping, scar-faced ghoul.

The only thing that she wants to do is watch the sunset. Watch the sky, and remember happier times. Even though that just makes her sadder with the memories that might have been but now probably never would be. 

She closes her eyes, curls around the pillow, and slips uneasily into a jerky sleep.

Remus stares at the ceiling next to her. 

He can feel it. Can feel his girlfriend slipping away from him, shutting down more and more every day. 

His eyes burn at the memory of those hateful words. Of what he’d said to her.

You fucking ruined things with the one person who cared more about you than themselves. All because you couldn’t just admit that you needed her.

And now she’s gone.

The guilt sloshes in his stomach. He can still see her brown eyes in front of him, puddled with tears. He can still hear the little noise she’d made when he spoke the words that broke her. As if a part of her had been suddenly, irreparably shattered. 

How could I have said that to her?

He turns to peer at Amberly, sleeping next to him.

She’s curled into a little ball around her pillow, and his throat swells with tears as he remembers how she used to cling to him. How she’d cuddle into his shoulder with a happy sigh, and he’d kiss her hair and tell her how much he loved her, how much he wanted her.

Now she doesn’t even want to look at me.

Remus closes his eyes.

I fucked up.