#some floppy ears and a new 'do to mix it up

[girlboyburger]

milo trying out a new look! wearing its past patterns like an old sweater pulled out for the season

[gremlingottoosilly]

Moo business (monster!Konig x CowHybrid!fem!Reader)

Promotion to colonel has its perks. Having your own caretaker with fluffy cow years and a nice pair of...additions is one of them - and Konig is about to enjoy his new rank.

Content warning: Hybrids, Konig is a huge pervert, naive cow hybrid reader, slight dub-con, power imbalance, and inappropriate work behavior, lactation kink. Implied big chested!Reader

Humans have learned to live with monsters. Obviously, having dangerous, much more powerful neighbors in this tiny green planet, didn’t allow humans to actually thrive and succeed – the power dynamics were shifted ever since the first monster decided, that wearing a collar and identification badge doesn’t really go with their style. And humans would be much more suited to wear it. 

Unfortunately, monsters aren’t created equal – while most of them are killing machines with little to no regard to the danger of real life, there are some particularly fragile hybrids with no use in fights or even normal life. House cat hybrid girls, almost no claws and all purring and laying on their backs to let humans and other monsters pet their bellies. Sheep hybrids, all fluff and tiny, rounded horns that would never hurt anyone. Cow hybrids, adorable and silly, no use in the fights except for moral support. 

Which is exactly why König was fucking pissed. 

— G…good evening, sir. I will be your assistant for the day. I mean, every day. As long as you’re having me. 

You smile nervously, munching on your lips. When the only way up the social ladder was working in the army as an…assistant? Moral support? Waving your nurse training like you’d be able to safely secure a monster’s health when he is twice as big as you? 

Being a colonel in the army has its perks – better gear, better paycheck, better chunks of meat that he can bite off the enemies without higher-ups whining about war crimes and rules of war. Having a cute lil’ assistant with fluffy ears and a chest that physically can’t fit into the uniform, forcing you to wear permanent cleavage and just let a bit of chubbiness roll on the tight fabric is also a perk. For a pervert, maybe, but not for König who is already sworn to never deal with anyone who is this sensitive, this soft, and this…adorable. 

He thought he was quite certain in his wishes – if higher-ups really need for him to take a fuck toy, he wanted it to be resilient. Maybe a dog hybrid, maybe a vampire, just weak and hungry enough to overpower with little fights. Not someone like you, who has no idea what she is doing in the army and why her hands are trembling like he is going to devour you alive. Although, looking at the way your chest is swaying every time you flinch…maybe, he can do just that. Teach higher-ups a lesson on why he doesn’t need their handouts. 

— Dismissed. 

He doesn’t even look at you. Honestly, you’re a bit hurt – honestly, you almost want to yell at him or scream or tell all of your higher-ups that the colonel is a huge jerk who clearly doesn’t need a little cow darling to make him coffee and tend to his needs and be a huge moral support because they can’t take another fucked out recruit when the dangerous hybrid is in heat again. You feel like a glorified whore – the one that he doesn’t even want. 

— B…but…

You pout your lips, a billion questions raised in your mind – why is he like this, what is his deal and you should even look at him if he clearly doesn’t want you…and that look on your face, helplessness mixed with a bit of deliciously sweet anger, combined with your soft, doe features…

Colonel has a problem. 

He thought he knew what he wanted – a strong partner, someone resilient and fiery, someone who can take his cock anywhere without whining. Someone who wouldn’t require a lot of attention and softness, someone who knows their place. Now König looks at you, your floppy ears and trembling lips, and his gaze darts lower, his nose getting milk fragrances even under all of those layers of fabric. 

It doesn’t take a genius to know why they sent you. He doesn’t need a secretary, he doesn’t need an assistant and even if he needs help with something, there are always lower ranks ready to do whatever he says. You’re useless to him, on all levels he can imagine – and yet, he can’t find it in him, to truly dismiss you. To hate your trembling lips and obedient stare – no thought behind those pretty eyes of yours. He always thought he wanted someone strong, someone who is hard to break and resilient to any advances. 

He looks at you and, for the first time in forever, has this wild urge to protect. 

— Sir? Is everything alright? 

You tilt your head to the side, that naive stare you has makes his cock twitch in his pants. It was a long time since he had sex with anyone, especially that adorable. Some hybrids look like they are made to be fucked and loved and used in all of those delicious ways – he knows it’s problematic, he knows that having that view on fellow monsters isn’t right for someone as strong as him, but he wants to devour you. Wants to see that pretty eyes wide from desire – he knows you’d feel the urge too, it’s in your blood, to present your soft belly and even softer tits to a larger predator. 

Indulging on you would mean giving up on his attempts of constantly undermining the higher-ups – it would also mean that he would finally receive a partner for the extensive mating seasons that clash with his work and make his skilling rate go up – and not just for the enemies. Private Halseen, you will be missed. Your ass probably wouldn’t. 

— I thought you’d heard me the first time. 

— But I brought coffee.

— They make coffee machines in cows now? 

— Sir! I was just trying to…break the ice? I’m your new operator, or, um, assistant, I have nurse training, and I…

— What are you going to do with an injury? Lick it away? 

— M…my saliva has healing properties, so…

— They really sent me a magic cow, ja? 

— That’s a very…special way to put it, colonel.

You are surprisingly stubborn for someone who isn’t a confident killing machine. You balance the little tray with a cup of coffee – a big one, seems like you did your homework on that one – and he can’t help but imagine your hands gripping something else this tightly. Your body is trembling, your face switches between a sad and a surprised expression as he slowly emerges from his table to get a good look at you. 

You’re a cow hybrid – they are naturally adorable, naturally soft, and naturally made for someone like him to tower over. He is good over 7 foot, even in mostly human form, and his monster height would be almost twice your size – he'd love to take you like this, raw, bully his giant cock into your, no doubt, tight pussy, and make you squeal from the stretch. Maybe, he can help you with milk production – put another hybrid into you, make your belly swell from his cum. Keep you locked away in his room like a perfect little treat, using your soft body as a perfect pillow. 

He can’t help but lick his lips in anticipation – saliva collecting in his mouth as the thinks of all the ways he can use such a pretty secretary. There is no way you don’t know why they sent you here – no way you think that your self-worth is something more than being his obedient pet, beloved toy. König never thought of settling down, the bloodshed is his one and only partner – but he looks at your rounded horns, at your twitching ears and pouty lips – and he thinks about putting his earring right into your floppy ear. lick away all the blood and calm you down as you’d squirm under the pain, soothe your panicking cow brain as he would bully his cock even deeper, claiming you as…

Ah, shit. You’re still here, waiting for his answer – your eyes are shocked and afraid, anticipated a little bit because of course you’re aroused, his pheromones are too overwhelming for a thing like you – you stare at the bulge in his pants, at nis, no doubt, hard cock – and he can almost see gears in your head turning slowly. God, you’re adorable. 

— You forgot the milk. 

— Sergeant Horangi didn’t say anything about milk. 

So, Horangi was the one to set you up. Of course, tiger shifter probably got his hots on you – pretty prey, perfect for every hunter nearby, but, just as a good officer, he let you go to his colonel first. You talk back with a surprisingly fierce tone and König appreciates the way his mask covers up his whole face – you couldn’t see his smile, the way corners of his mouth jerked up at your pout. Continue like this, and the colonel will do more than just smile at your antics. 

— Probably because he knew that our milk is shitty. 

— If…if you need me to bring you something else, I will do it right away, sir. 

— No need, Kuhen. I think you have what I need right here. 

His cock twitches in his pants again – your eyes are locked on his bulge, you slowly push the tray to the table. You’re naive, you’re cute, and he knows that KorTac probably pays you triple for being this adorable and playing dumb like the good girl you are – bastards probably know that if you’d be upfront and pushy, he would just set you away from his office. 

But standing here, munching on your lower lip, your soft, pink tongue disappearing in your mouth only to reaper to lick your lips again, your face not ever betraying the emotions you, no doubt, are feeling – König can smell your arousal, can almost see the way your pussy is glittering with juices flowing right into your soaked panties. They send a lamb – a cow – to his chambers and they know that he would never resist a good hunt. You allow him to cut through the chase, to just pin you to his desk and take what’s his – but anxiety, that stupid fucking worm eating his brain over the tiniest facts, is making him question everything again. He knows he thinks too much, he knows it’s not going to do him any good – still, he wants to be sure that you’re not too dumb to understand his advances. Still, he wants to play a bit more. Delay the moment of sex because his doubt can eat him alive otherwise. 

— Take off your shirt, Schatzen. 

He doesn’t even look at your chest, bouncing from the tight shirt you were wearing – poor buttons holding on for dear life, barely containing your soft flesh – he drinks up your expressions, embarrassment, and poorly hidden curiosity. You saw the job requirements for an operator, saw his profile – high risks, high aggression, can be very, very violent – and you decided that you can take him, for the right pay. 

— You want me to…take off something else, sir?

A smart girl would run the fuck away from him – but you just lock your hands in front of you, not even bothering to cover your chest. God, he wants to be with you forever – just for that little look on your face your nervousness. You’re standing in front of him, only wearing pants and your bra – and you’re afraid that he isn’t going to like what he sees. 

Just for this expression, he might as well push a ring on your finger already. 

— Ja. Bra is next. 

You nod like you expected this. You probably did – for a prey hybrid, you’re surprisingly smart in understanding what he needs. Your bra is lacy and cute, white, with little flat roses printed – surely not something he expected from military personnel, even if your duties are laying in under him, not with your belly in trenches and your cute hands squeezing the trigger. 

Your breasts look even bigger without a bra to keep them close. You place a hand under your chest, feeling a bit awkward with your colonel just standing here, looming over your form. You lick your lips – he cocks his head closer to you. You can hear something shifting under his hood – you don’t know what his face looks like, rumors were opting for either a bunch of tentacles tucked neatly inside of his hood, the head of some mythical animal, or a normal, but disfigured and burned human face. You don’t know which option you prefer – even the files you were reading before choosing this job didn’t give you an answer. There is something stirring inside of you when you’re thinking about tentacles, though. 

— Braves Mädchen…good girl. 

You smile, feeling the knot in your tummy getting even tighter at the praise. You like him – despite his rough exterior and the obvious arousal, you like being liked, wanted, and devoured by a much stronger predator. Not having any supernatural powers, your only survival option in this world is to appease the strongest – and it looks like you just got a really juicy target. 

Suddenly, König grabs your waist and lifts you to his table – documents go flying around and you put a bit more, thinking of how long it would take to put everything back together. He doesn’t care for your concerns – the next thing you know, you are pushed ever further into his table, and the colonel lifts the end of his hood just enough to envelop his mouth on one of your nipples. 

— S…sir! Please, a little warning next time…

He laughs, his hands pressing small, sweet bruises into the curve of your waist. His mouth feels cold at first – then he flicks his tongue at your hardened nipple, and it feels like an oven. You moan you squeak, you squirm under him – all those documents and transferring and half a dozen Suits trying to tell you of how dangerous your work is going to be, how unstable and irritated the colonel is, how he is probably going to shoo you from his office the first two weeks – all of this comes flying right out the window. 

— You already think of the next time, Schatzen? 

König never tastes something as sweet, as silky, and smooth as your breasts. There is something deep, primal, wild in the way he sucks and bites at your nipple – he devours the taste of your skin and it feels like he can come to his pants just from the feeling alone. You’re squirming in his grasp, poor thing, probably aren’t used to sensation – he closes his eyes and allows his monster to take over, to take what he wants from you. 

He shifts to your other breasts, warming and cooling them at the same time. He isn’t an expert in that weird kind of massage, but you don’t need an expert in boob sucking when all of your cow instincts telling you to spread your legs and allow him to put babies in you, to breed like the prey you are, to take care of you outside of this stupid job. You’re terrified that his sharp teeth can draw blood and arouse at the way his tongue clicks at your nipples so perfectly, so naturally, like he was doing it his whole life. 

You moan, whispering little begs and praying to deaf ears. Your hands are going to hig his neck, to just kind put your fingers on his hood and just keep it here, not daring to try and direct the movements of his tongue. All of those days of constant preparing for the worst, long nights of studying the psychology of hunters, of predator hybrids, didn’t leave you much time to milk yourself in the past week – you might just be a hybrid, but it doesn’t release you from the endless burden of constant lactation. 

— S…so embarrassing…please, sir, we need to stop or I will…

— Ja, meine Kuh? Did you want to say something to your colonel? 

— Please, I’m going to…fuck, this is embarrassing…

— Language. 

He closes his teeth on your tender bud, making you moan his name – his callsign – loudly. He grunts from satisfaction, finally tasting sweet milk pouring from his body – might be the only thing that makes cow hybrids useful for someone as strong as him. 

Your milk is sweet, rich, and creamy, and your little cries only make it tastier. He pushes his tongue deeper, swirls it around your hardened bud, waits for you to moan even more – every inch of your being makes him feel weird, protective, like he already put a baby in that soft tummy of yours and made you his. It’s dumb, you aren’t even connected on the official level – but he sucks your milk ever so passionately, forgetting about every mission trouble he had.

Sucking your tits feels like therapy – giving up all of his powers just to kiss you, to bite you, to drink your milk, and softly massage the flesh until your pussy starts to grind against the round corner of his table. Poor thing, he doesn’t even touch you in any way – you’re too precious for this, and he falls too deeply into your eyes and the swell of your chest. 

— Sir! Pl…please, don’t…if you’d stop, I will…

He drinks your milk swiftly, feels the liquid dripping down his chin – always a messy eater, one of the reasons he used the mask to hide his embarrassment. He can’t look at your face, the angle is too far off for this, and it disappoints him – he wants to drink your pretty expressions, wants to know that he is one to make that pretty cow this slutty. Just a few minutes ago he was ready to get your ass off his office – and now he is changing between two of your round breasts, making sure to not waste a drop. 

Fuck, this is far better than any milk the base kitchen can provide. 

He sucks a little bit more, pressing his tongue against your swollen, abused nipples. You whine at the sensation, poor little hybrid isn’t used to his teeth and his mouth – he’d have to make sure to repeat this procedure every other day, if possible, to get you used to direct milking. He’d have to spend weeks spreading your pretty cunt for him, teaching you how to milk his cock and meowl like a good prey hybrid you are – but he didn’t become colonel because he was afraid of challenges. 

He stops sucking with a little pop, final droplets of milk falling to his lips as he licks it, groaning from pleasure. His stubble made the soft skin around your nipples irritated and you tremble when the cold air hits them – you feel fragile, used, your pussy is twitching around nothing, the pulsation forcing you to grind against the corner of his table like a bitch in heat. 

König made you like this – half-naked, trembling, so fucking horny that you can’t even look at him without dropping to your knees, and it almost made you want to run away. He squeezes your tits again, enveloping the soft mounts in his large, rough hands – you whine a little bit, still all too sensitive after this pleasurable torture he created. 

— How do you feel? 

He sounds…weaker now. Almost embarrassed at his little outburst, he picks up your bra and helps you get dressed – you both want more, to check if his table is really as sturdy as it looks, but König has a training session in 30 minutes and you have König’s training session, standing behind his shoulder and watching him yelling at the recruits. It would be hard to get scared at him again, when every time his cold gaze darts to your face, he softens. When you look at him and can only imagine milk dripping down your chin – your milk, no less. 

— I’m…empty. In a good way, I mean. Thank you, sir.

You feel weird when he gently helps you get into your clothes, his fingers are simply too big for the buttons – he presses his head against your shoulder, trying to concentrate, and you awkwardly hug him for stability. He chuckles. 

— My pleasure, Schatzen. 

You stand here, awkwardly – your neck enveloped with a collar, with his name on it, and he can’t pry his eyes away from it. God, he never knew that being a colonel would allow him such a cutie as a bonus. KorTac didn’t seem like an organization that would give away wives so easily, but König isn’t going to complain. 

He just has to make sure to keep you chained to his table, that’s all. 

[starrystevie]

it was all supposed to be a dumb joke.

the boys had been sitting around after rehearsal one night passing a bowl and more than a few beers, laughing about how unsuccessful the newest music based social media app would be. mere seconds of songs looping over and over with other songs mixed in would never work, especially for corroded coffin where the story, the buildup of their songs was part of the reason to listen.

it all started with jeff, grinning slowly ear to ear. "what if were to get in there and take some celebrity's name for a user name? like paris hilton or something."

then it moved to gareth, who paused with a scrunched up face. "dude, paris hilton? what the fuck kind of reference is that..."

then it was over to greg, choking on a smoke-laced laugh. "yeah, it'd be funnier if it was eddie's pop prince loverboy instead."

that got everyone's attention. eddie had protested to ears that didn't want to hear it as they cackled in their studio that they rented by the hour, bent over in their rolling chairs, leaning against the side of the mixing board for support.

"loverboy?! you know i can't stand steve harrington and his bullshit lyrics, what the fuck kind of suggestion is that..."

but come the next day, when the weed had left his system and his veins were alcohol-free, eddie stared at the mixr app home screen and the blinking red circle over his inbox with disdain after successfully acquiring a user name he never would have picked for himself.

'steveharrington', eddie's account says, along with an icon of himself and his tongue out.

if it hadn't been for being less than sober when the app dropped. if it hadn't been for his best friends egging him on with taunts and jeers and kissy noises and less than sincere dreamy calls of 'oh steve' in the background. if it hadn't been for the way that eddie secretly did think about a certain head of floppy hair and soft brown eyes and shoulders littered with constellations.

if it hadn't been for all of that he wouldn't have had the chance to have his celebrity crush, the steve harrington, in his inbox at 8am on a random tuesday morning.

"good morning!" the message says simply enough. eddie stares at the words, trying to process what they mean, looking at the verified username of 'steveharrington1' next to an icon of his most recent album along with it. his inbox is flooded with people all asking him random things, thinking he's the real steve harrington, but this one verified account has him shaking.

for all that eddie is, all big hair and black jeans and skull rings and leather, he's still a man. a man who can look at a pop star, annoying as their music may be, and see charm. he can see attractiveness. he can see that smile that steve harrington has perfected behind his eyelids and he can see them strolling off into the sunset together hand in hand and he can see steve all flushed and breathing heavily underneath him on a mountain of plush pillows and he can see-

the message pings again with a new addition. "i know this seems weird and my team advised against it but i'd really like your user name of... well, my name."

eddie blinks slowly. he pictures steve maybe laying in bed, maybe sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee, with his phone in his hand as he types out a message to him. to think that steve has any idea about him existing on any sort of level is doing his head in. his heartbeat races a little faster as he types back with shaky hands and a pit in his stomach.

"is this real?" is all he can type out, leaning against the kitchen counter as he waits for his coffee to brew.

three dots pull up on the app screen before disappearing and eddie pulls his lip in between his teeth to focus his energy elsewhere. he tears his eyes away from his phone and looks out the window to watch the people out for their morning walks. he's just about to the point where he thinks about maybe taking up walking if nothing else to get all the pent up energy out of him when the app dings again. as he looks back, his heart sinks to the bottom of his stomach.

it's a photo of steve that can't have been released before. he's sitting outside in bright sunshine with sunglasses on, tousled hair and grin on his face. he's holding his hand up in a thumbs up and eddie can see the remnants of cream cheese on the side of his index finger.

he sucks in a stuttering breath through his teeth, trying to force his lungs to breath again. the dots pop up on screen once more and the message that comes through is instantaneous.

"real enough for you?" it reads. and then an additional message is tacked on. "need me to hold up a newspaper with the date on it?"

there's a winky face that follows and it feels fake even though it's very real. this whole morning feels wrong, unreal. he's just eddie munson, some singer in some halfway popular band in some kind of shitty neighborhood in los angeles that just happens to have not just some pop star in his dms. this doesn't happen to him.

"why did your team tell you not to message me? does my reputation precede me?"

eddie pulls his hand up to his mouth to bite at the side of his fingernail, watching the screen with rapt attention and waiting for the typing dots to disappear.

"according to this account your name is steve harrington and yes, i'd say his reputation does precede him."

eddie barks out a laugh, not exactly expecting that.

he didn't know what he was expecting out of any of this. he thought that it might help get the corroded coffin name out more if he got tangled up somehow with the steve harrington name. spark a little bit of drama to boost their visibility. but now here he is, talking to the man himself, cracking jokes and trying not to hyperventilate.

"how were you able to get this name so fast anyway? my team was on it right when the app dropped last night."

"i had the power of bandmates and weed on my side," he types back, side of his mouth quirking up into a smile.

"oh so you're a musician? maybe i should be looking into your reputation then, mystery person."

eddie pauses and thinks about every option. he is semi-known in the metal scene, his outlandish stunts on stage and political speeches at shows that garner them becoming an almost brand for him. if he tells steve who he is, would he know? care? run away from the scary guy who may or may not use stage blood in every music video?

but the thing is, he's not a scary guy and he never has been. he might be a little intimidating and he guesses that's the armor he puts on everyday after being bullied in school but it's not an accurate showing of who he is. eddie is sweet, funny, kind of smart in that has random fun facts about dungeons and dragons kind of way.

and he wants the steve harrington to know that guy.

eddie flips over at his middle so his head is nearly touching the floor and ruffles his hair, giving it volume and calming down the frizz that comes from sleep. he shakes it out of his face once he's upright and grabs his garfield coffee mug if only to have something to do with his hands. grabbing his phone off the counter, he opens the camera option in their message thread and snaps a quick picture of himself grinning, mug next to his face with a matching cat-like smirk. he nervously presses send before he can even think about all the flaws with it.

"eddie munson at your service," is what he types out with a saluting emoji and a muttered prayer to whoever would listen to him that things don't end horribly.

it's not like he's expecting to sweep steve off his feet. he knows that steve has picture perfect partners, he sees enough internet news to know that gruff and dark isn't the kind of guy he normally goes for. but he looks back at the photo he sent and hopes that steve sees the kindness in his eyes, the scruff on his jawline that makes it look just the smallest bit chiseled, the whimsy and life that he embodies that comes from a tacky coffee cup.

there isn't an automatic answer and it makes whatever hope eddie has floating around his system falter. ''at this point you've probably searched me and i can reassure you, i'm not actually a vampire like google seems to think i am."

"holy shit."

it's short, two words followed by typing dots that disappear, reappear, disappear once more before reappearing for the last time.

"would you believe me if i told you that i am huge fan??"

choking on coffee hurts, eddie finds out. he coughs as the hot liquid goes down the wrong pipe and concentrates on the messages once he gets his bearings back. steve, the steve harrington, a fan of his? it's a prank, it has to be, there is no way that steve harrington-

"one of my exes took me to your show at the bowl and it quite possibly changed my life. you gave that speech about the pipeline before the encore and i went home and bought every single one of your albums that same night."

he's dead. the papers will read 'eddie munson found dead in his home in a ratty metallica shirt holding onto a garfield coffee mug and cellphone open to a chat where steve harrington tells him he's a fan of his work'. it's the only way that this is possibly happening. he's died and gone to whatever fucked up version of heaven has him still living in his shitty la apartment.

"are you fucking kidding me?" is what he types back, slamming his coffee mug onto the counter to have access to both hands. "you've heard my stuff?"

and then it happens, like out of a shitty teenage rom-com, his phone is lighting up with an in-app call from steve harrington. the steve harrington. careful not to drop his phone in his hurried movements, he presses accept faster than he thinks his fingers have every worked.

"hello?" he questions into the phone and there's no hello back, just steve apparently freaking out as much as he is.

"i hope this is okay," he says and god, does his voice sound wonderful over the phone like this. "but it's faster and i have too many things to say that typing it all out would be stupid."

eddie grins and his feet tap against the ground like an excited kid. "it's fine, i uhm... i get it. god, this is weird."

steve hums in agreement before laughing. and oh, that laugh. it has eddie floating up to cloud nine, heart thumping painfully in his chest, butterflies beating their wings wildly in his stomach.

"yeah, it's definitely not how i expected this morning to go. talking to eddie munson, wow."

"sure," eddie snorts, "you talk to celebrities all the time, i'm sure this is small fish for you."

he hears steve laugh again, soft and gentle, like it's meant just for eddie. "i might talk to celebrities all the times but not ones that i have posters on my wall of like a pre-teen. i'm properly geeking out right now."

eddie short circuits. that's the only way to explain the way his body shuts down as he slumps into an armchair in the living room.

"you, steve harrington, have posters of me on your bedroom wall?" eddie's mouth feels dry as he talks and regrets making coffee at all because he's wide awake now and feels jittery.

"well okay, to be fair, it's of the whole band and it's in my studio but you are shirtless so i contemplated putting it in my bedroom." something shifts on the other end of the line and it sounds like steve sitting down. there's birds chirping in the background and eddie closes his eyes to picture himself sitting with steve on a patio instead of in his dingy apartment.

"you're gonna give me big head, pretty boy." the pet name slips out before he can stop it and the pitch of his voice lowering is out of his control. eddie can't be held responsible for his actions at 8am especially when he's flirting over the phone with his celebrity crush.

"pretty boy, hmm?" steve murmurs back. "so does that mean you have posters of me too?"

the timbre of his voice shoots from eddie's ears all the way down to his toes, lighting his veins on fire as it travels down his body. the hopeful part of his brain supplies an image of steve smirking, relaxing in a pool chair outside of what must be a mansion, phone in one hand and cup of coffee in the other. it could be domestic, if eddie thinks about it hard enough. if he wants it enough.

and god, does he want that. domestic bliss with steve harrington.

"well i wouldn't exactly call picturing you in my dreams every night posters, but it's close enough i guess."

it's gutsy, it's brash, it's too forward for a tuesday morning but steve started it. he hears a shaky exhale on the other end of the line and lets out a chuckle. it feels like they're playing chess and there's no clear cut winner quite yet but if the match ends in a tie, eddie can't exactly say he'd be upset about it.

"i tell you what," steve says in an almost airy voice. "in exchange for giving me my user name, i'll give you my number and you can use it to see me in something other than your dreams tonight."

"...are you bribing me, harrington?"

"is it working?"

eddie takes in a deep breath and thinks about what possible plans he could have with the username 'steveharrington' that would amount to something better than taking the man himself out on a date with his phone number saved as a contact in his phone. he'd put a heart next to it and everything.

"of course it is."

the call drops away and it's quick enough for eddie to think everything that happened in the last 30 minutes could have been a fever dream but then there's three dots on the message thread and his hopeful heart starts to kick back into gear.

"213-555-5469. let me know when you've given up that username and i'll let you know when to pick me up. it's a win-win all around. turns out we each get to go a date with our celebrity crushes, how lucky is that?"

it's signed with a kissing face emoji and eddie's glad that he's sitting down when the last picture steve sends comes through. he's grinning in a way eddie's never seen before, blush high on his cheeks, sweaty shoulders and collarbones and pecs glinting in the early morning sun, and eddie thinks it's probably too early to be in love with someone but he's well on his way.

he texts the number he's sent without hesitation and without shaking hands this time. he signs the message with a black heart like it's a signature of it's own.

"lucky indeed."

[evansbby]

➳❥ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Ari Levinson x bunny hybrid!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, noncon to dubcon, dd/lg, daddy!kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, bunny!hybrid!reader, soft!dark Ari, Curtis Everett cameo, slight pet play, use of collars, mention of leashes, oral (male & female receiving), choking, size difference, age difference - reader is in 20s, Ari is early 40s, breeding kink, spanking, mocking, degradation, spitting, dacryphilia, Ari babies reader a lot, casual misogyny, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ari purchased you weeks ago, but are you finally ready for some big girl fun?

𝐀/𝐍: This is purely self-indulgent. Pretty mature so please do read warnings and avoid if it isn't your cup of tea! Enjoy! (images are from Pinterest and GIF was made by me).

“Do you carry her around like that everywhere?” Curtis asks, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smirk when he sees you quivering in Ari’s arms. So small-looking, so delicate, your fluffy tail twitching and soft limbs wrapped around your owner’s body like you’re a koala.

“I could put her down but she’d need a leash.” Ari responds, grinning wolfishly before taking a seat on his leather armchair, plopping you down on his knee where you happily curl up into his chest. “She gets lost easily because she loves to explore, don’t you baby?”

He pats your bum and you nod, feeling especially little and shy. Ari had told you that his friend Curtis was coming over – the first visitor since your daddy had bought you. Well, apart from the doctor who’d done your check-up, but that didn’t count. Curtis looks almost as intimidating as Ari had when you’d first met him – all big and bulky with a wolfish grin on his face, and you can’t help but nuzzle into the crook of Ari’s neck, your ears flopping forward to hide your face.

“She’s a shy little girl, isn’t she?” Curtis comments, reaching down to adjust himself through his pants. He can’t help but lick his lips, hoping the envy isn’t too obvious in his eyes. “Must’ve cost you a fortune.”

Ari hums, “She did, but she’s worth it. Completely untouched, aren’t you, baby?” He strokes the fur of your ear, making you shudder. It’s so soft, you’re so soft. And dainty and innocent and babyish – Ari can’t believe how much he lucked out when the breeder called him and told him about you. You’re the cutest little bunny girl he’s ever seen, and he’s seen a lot, seeing as he gets first pick whenever the breeding company gets new girls.

“Honey, you’re being rude to our guest. Why don’t you say hello?”

You swallow, heart pitter-pattering in your chest but you can’t help but be shy. It had taken you days to warm up to Ari, and Curtis looks super intimidating with his hair all buzzed off and a hungry glint in his eye. But you clear your throat, peaking at him from behind your lashes and willing yourself to be brave and remember what your daddy had taught you about manners.

“Hello, Mr. Curtis.” You say softly, before heat rises to your cheeks and you hide your face in Ari’s neck once more, hands shaking when you hear both older men roar with laughter.

“When I first met her, it took me a good hour to coax her into saying even a single word.” Ari says, cuddling you close. He remembers how small and scared you’d looked, hiding behind your floppy ears as you’d sat quivering in the middle of his bed. “She’s especially shy around men – you know, being a virgin and all.”

You hadn’t even had your first kiss when he’d bought you, and Ari took great pleasure in being your first. He remembered telling you that big girls kiss on the lips, and he’d never forget the entranced look on your face. That heady mix of innocence, fear and curiosity as you’d looked up at him. How your breath had hitched when he’d cupped your jaw, how lax your lips had been against his because you had no idea what to do. And then how you’d hungrily responded, tail twitching as you grew more excited, clambering into his lap to kiss him more.

Now you loved kissies, and Ari loves giving them to you.

Back in the present, Curtis grunts as he eyes you up and down. You look so sweet in your little pink dress that Ari had specifically picked out for you, matching the pink collar around your neck which sports your daddy’s name on a dangling silver charm. Ari knows Curtis is jealous – all he’s got is a wife who bitches and thinks she’s an independent woman. And Ari’s got you – perfectly dependant, docile, submissive little you.

“Baby, why don’t you tell Mr Curtis all the new words daddy taught you.” Ari gently removes your floppy ears from your face, making you sit upright on his lap so that you have nowhere to hide. He’s steadily been training you since the day he bought you, moulding you into his perfect little angel. And you’re such a good student – despite having more air in your head than you do thoughts, your enthusiasm to learn is what gets him the most.

“Uh, okay.” You say slowly, trying to remember the words daddy had taught you. “The first one is – uh – cunt. Right, daddy?” You look up at Ari for reassurance and he nods, giving you a tiny boost of confidence as you continue. “M-Mr. Curtis, daddy taught me baby cunt, and it means this.” And you point between your legs, confused when both men burst out laughing again.

“You’re very clever, sweetheart.” Curtis praises you after he’s done chuckling, and you glow at the compliment. You love it when anyone compliments you – but it’s the best when Ari does it. You remember how strict he’d been when he’d first bought you, laying down all the rules you had to follow, how he was your daddy now, and how you had to obey him because you were now his property.

All bunnies had to have an owner – you knew that. You’d grown up knowing that one day you were going to be bought, but you’d never dreamed your owner would be as handsome as Ari. He was super strict a lot of the time, but he’d explained to you that bunny girls needed owners with a firm hand, or else you’d never be a good girl.

“My daddy also taught me about lollipops,” you continue, Curtis’ praise making you more confident. Tentatively, you point at Ari’s crotch. “Daddy’s lollipop is down there. There’s a grownup word for it but daddy says I’m a baby bunny so I can’t say it.”

There’s something so innocent about your whole explanation and it makes Ari rock hard. He doesn’t care that Curtis is right there, he grabs your hips and grinds his crotch up against you, loving how you yelp confusedly. You’re still a virgin and it’s been so hard having to hold back. That first night with you was the hardest, when you were all weepy and scared but you’d let him cuddle you. He could’ve had you right then and there, could’ve ripped your little dress, pinned you down and had his way with you.

But Ari knows the fruits of his labour will be sweeter than ever if he waits for the right moment.

Curtis whistles lowly, “Wow, sweetheart. Your daddy sure has taught you a lot, hasn’t he?”

You nod before cuddling up into your daddy once more, loving his warmth and how big and strong he is. And he smells so good too, like soap, seawater and cigarettes – it’s like nothing you’ve ever smelled before and so undeniably him.

Ari smirks, fingering the silver charm on your collar, the one which has his name on it. He wishes he could ingrain his name into your very soul, just so your baby brain never forgets who you belong to. He’s considering tattooing his initials on you – maybe right above your little pussy? His friend Lloyd branded his pet kitten the night he got her, but Ari wants to wait with you. The collar would do, for now.

Soon enough, Curtis leaves, grumbling about having to go home to his “bitch of a wife” who “complains a lot.” Ari had told you that Mr Curtis was very sad because of his marriage, and he’d made you sit on the buzzcut-haired man’s lap for a little while, letting him “feel you” (whatever that meant). “You’re making me feel so much better, sweetheart.” Curtis had grunted, squeezing your body close and making you feel all funny before Ari had picked you back up again.

“Mr Curtis not staying for dinner, daddy?” You ask, watching him get into his car and drive away. Ari picks you up, placing you on his hip as your legs naturally wind around his waist. His fingers brush against the fluff of your tail, making you twitch excitedly. Your tail is very sensitive and your daddy knows that.

“No, baby. He has to get home to his wife.”

“Oh.” You mull over this for a bit before looking up at him, “Am I your wife?”

Ari chuckles, “Not yet, honey. Maybe once you have my babies.”

That makes your tail twitch with even more excitement. When the doctor had come over to do a check-up on you a few weeks ago, he’d declared that you were “very fertile.” Ari explained that this meant you were able to have babies, and you wanted nothing more than to have a litter of cute little babies of your very own that you could take care of.

“Want babies so bad, daddy.” You whine softly, humping against him because you just can’t seem to help it sometimes. “Want your babies more than anything.”

“I know you do, bunny baby.” Ari sighs, inhaling your sweet scent before carrying you over to the table. Sitting down, he places you neatly on his lap and picks up his fork to feed both himself and you. You’re still in your daydreams, head lolling to the side and this faraway look in your starry eyes. It makes him smirk – you’re probably still thinking about all the babies you want to have, despite not knowing the first thing about motherhood.

“Eat.” Ari orders you, and you don’t need to be told twice, opening your mouth and allowing him to spoon-feed you. Ari says you’re too little and babyish to eat by yourself, but you like daydreaming while being fed, so you don’t have many complaints. You also remember the early days, when Ari had first bought you. You remember being bad and not listening to him (you were so scared) and as punishment, Ari had made you eat on the floor under the table.

Being on his lap was much nicer.

“Such a good little bunny,” Ari coos, swiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb so you don’t get messy (you’re a messy eater) before planting a kiss to your cheek. “You’re being so good for me, honey. And you were so good with Curtis too, telling him all about the new words I taught you.”

You nod, “Tried really hard to remember, daddy.” Sometimes, it was hard to concentrate when Ari was teaching you. Like when he taught you about your baby cunt, he’d made you sit with your legs spread and touched you down there till you were slippery and there was a wet stain underneath you. You clear your throat, “Are you gonna teach me some more new words?”

Ari continues to kiss you all over your face, making you giggle.

“Baby, I’m gonna do more than just teach you new words tonight.” Ari says, grinding you down against his clothed boner and loving how small you your body feels against his hardness. “I think you’re ready for big girl playtime, what do you think?”

Your jaw drops open and your tail begins to twitch in pure, unadulterated excitement. You knew that big girl playtime meant sex which meant babies, and the idea of that just sent you into overdrive, hopping up and down excitedly in Ari’s lap. “Yes, daddy, yes! I’m ready!”

Ari cups your cheek, making you calm down and look at him. “You have to promise to do whatever daddy tells you to, alright? Little baby bunnies like you need guidance. I know you can’t really think for yourself but you need to be able to follow orders properly if you want to have big girl playtime with daddy, okay?”

You nuzzle against his hand, pressing lust-charged kisses on his palm and practically enveloping his fingers between your lips – you’re that excited. Ari’s told you about what happens during big girl playtime; in fact, he’s even shown you videos which have made you feel very tingly down there. All you know is that it’s bound to feel good and you want nothing more than your daddy to make you feel good.

Ari carries you into your little girl bedroom. When you’d first arrived at his house, he’d kept you in a cage till you learned how to behave. And he remembers how cute and scared you’d looked, sucking on your thumb and looking at him with those big, puppy-dog eyes, frightened beyond belief yet silently begging to be let out. And how your little bunny ears had perked upwards in excitement when he finally did let you out.

He still remembers how you’d silently ooh-ed and aah-ed when he’d shown you your little girl bedroom. He’d always wanted a baby bunny like you, and in anticipation of your arrival, he’d decorated one of the bedrooms in his house. It was all cute, all pink and white with a princess bed and princess curtains, fluffy toys and a matching fuzzy rug. He loved how your lips had turned into the shape of an ‘o’, excitedly running around your new bedroom (you did love to explore after all).

You’d gone straight for the pile of stuffed animals, picking out a rabbit plushie and holding it out to him. And Ari still remembers that innocent look of wonder on your face, the tiny smile you’d given him. “Bunny, like me!” You’d said cutely and he remembers being so fucking hard in that moment, he just wanted to grab you and fuck the shit out of you right in front of all your new little stuffies in your new princess bedroom.

“You can play in here during the day, but you have to sleep in daddy’s room at night.” He’d told you. And you liked daddy’s room too, with the massive king-sized bed and the dark sheets. It felt like a grown-up room and that was exciting to you. Plus, Ari always let you bring Pinkie (your bunny stuffie) along to sleep with. And it was nice sleeping with daddy, he’d cuddle up to you real close and make you feel all warm.

 (Unbeknownst to you, Ari held back all those nights, only ever kissing you or humping against you and letting you hump against him.)

But he wasn’t going to hold back any longer – because you were ready.

“Daddy, aren’t we gonna have big girl playtime in your room?” You ask, eyes wide as saucers. And there’s a part of Ari that just wants to rip that innocence out of you right this second, without wasting any more time. The way you’re staring up at him imploringly, your collar sitting pretty on your little neck and your fluffy tail brushing against his arm like a cotton ball.

“Sweetie, I’m gonna need you to stop questioning daddy, alright?” Ari says, making sure to keep an edge in his tone that has you inhaling sharply and nodding your head. He smirks inwardly, loving how well he’s got you trained, how innocent you are and how much your little heart would break if you ever thought you’d disobeyed him.

He sets you down on your pink satin sheets, and you quickly go to grab Pinkie, who was relaxing on top of your comforter.

“Can Pinkie play with us too, daddy?”

Ari smiles, thinking about all the times he’d look into your room through the video feed (of course, he had cameras in your room). He knows all about how much you love playing with Pinkie, especially when you’re all needy and Ari himself is busy with work. The look of pure want on your face as you tentatively ride Pinkie’s soft pink fur – your baby brain not even registering the camera in your room – is enough to drive him over the edge on multiple occasions.

“Of course, she can play with us.” He replies kindly, scratching the fur behind your ear. And he loves how your eyes roll to the back of your head, how you visibly purr, grabby hands reaching out for him. He knows bunny hybrids are extra needy, bred to be submissive and please their owners once they’ve been tamed. “Now, honey, I want you to unbuckle daddy’s belt.”

Given a direct order, you can’t help but immediately obey. Your dainty hands reach out to fiddle with his belt, tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration while Ari watches you patiently – knowing exactly what the outcome of this will be.

“C-Can’t do it, daddy.” You look up at him after a solid minute-and-a-half of trying, lower lip jutting out into a pout and eyes already welling with tears at the mere possibility that you’ve disappointed him. “Too hard, can’t figure out how…”

“Aww, baby, you can’t figure out how to unbuckle a belt?” He strokes your cheek condescendingly, finger catching a fresh tear that meanders its way down, “I knew your brain was empty, honey, but I didn’t think you were this much of a baby.”

“Not!” You cry, grabbing his belt and attempting to try again, but you just can’t seem to figure out how it works – all that clunky metal, holes and loops! Your daddy only makes you wear pretty dresses that are easy to slip on – and even then, he helps you with the buttons and zips because he says you’re a little bunny baby who can’t possibly do anything by yourself.

But you’re determined to prove him wrong, clumsy hands tugging at his belt and willing it to come off. And Ari just watches your futile efforts, fingers itching to get his phone out and record you. He’d send it to Curtis, make him all jealous because he doesn’t have an air-headed, dumb bunny of his own.

“That’s enough.” Ari raises a hand and you freeze, looking up at him with fearful eyes. “Wow, bunny, I didn’t realise you were this stupid.” He quickly undoes his belt in less than a second, loving how your fluffy ears droop in shame. “See? Not that hard, but I guess it is for little bunnies like you.”

“Sorry, daddy, I was trying so hard but I just couldn’t.” Bowing your head in shame, your vision blurs from the tears prickling in your eyes. And Ari loves just how much you strive to please him – he’s trained you so that you’re addicted to pleasing him, that the slight chance of disappointing your owner has you in tears.

“Well, you’re a baby after all, so I don’t know what I expected, really.” Ari mocks, stroking your head softly and smirking when you greedily lean into his touch. “Although, maybe this means you aren’t ready for big girl sex after all.”

Your head whips up, eyes wide as you clutch his arm tightly, “No, ‘m ready! Swear I am!”

He pretends to think, before grabbing your stuffed rabbit from your lap, “What do you think, Pinkie? Is my little bunny baby ready for sex?”

“I AM, I AM!”

He gives your bare thigh a harsh slap and you yelp in pain.

“I wasn’t asking you.”

You apologise profusely, heart sinking because you’ve disappointed your daddy. It reminds you of the last time you disappointed him – it was when he’d newly purchased you. The first night, actually, and you’d been so scared that you’d hid under the bed. Ari had dragged you out by the calf, telling you how upset you’d made him, how babies like you weren’t supposed to hide from their owners. You still think about that night sometimes, and the crack of his belt as it made contact with your ass…

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time,” you whisper, and Ari can’t take how cute you look. Lloyd would say that Ari’s not strict enough with you, but how can he be? When you’re so adorable and so needy for him? You’re his little girl after all, his precious baby whom he paid a fortune to own.

“I think you need to show me that you’re ready.” Ari decides, grabbing your tiny hand and pressing it on his hard crotch, making you gasp and your ears flutter in anticipation and excitement. “I trust that, at the very least, you know how to undo the zipper? Or does daddy have to help you with that too?”

You shake your head quickly, unzipping his jeans and your fingers brush against his hardness. It makes your breath hitch in your throat, because how is daddy so hard down there?

“Take my cock out, princess.”

“C-Cock?” You repeat dumbly.

“My lollipop, baby.” His voice is gruff and lowers a few octaves, sending shivers up your spine. But you lick your lips anyways. You’ve seen daddy’s lollipop – his cock – once before. It was when you were playing with your stuffies and daddy was sitting in the corner and watching. He’d kept grunting and groaning and when you asked what was wrong, he’d told you to just continue playing.

Excitement making your tail twitch like crazy, you reach in and wrap your fingers around what feels like a hard rod wrapped in velvet. Oh, he’s so thick! Like a soda can, the tips of your fingers nowhere close to meeting around him. You can feel everything, how hot he is, his veins and the way he seems to be throbbing in your hand.

“So heavy, daddy.” You breathe, entranced by how angry and red his dick looks. That was meant to go inside your baby cunt? How would it ever fit?

Ari flips up the skirt of your dress, exposing your little white panties with the pink hearts on them. He couldn’t wait to take you lingerie shopping one day (he’d carry you around the entire time since you’re a baby and you’d probably get lost in the mall). He hasn’t taken you out of the house yet, but he hopes he’ll be able to sometime in the future – Lloyd wants to schedule a playdate with you and his kitten.

Taking just his pointer finger, he swipes down on your panty-covered folds, loving how sticky you feel and the way you clutch his arm.

“Aw, honey, you’re soaking, aren’t you?”

With a growl, he rips your flimsy panties in half, gripping you by the thighs and pulling you onto his lap. He makes you straddle him, with one leg on either side of him while you gaze at him in curiosity. Your little pussy is now nestled against his cock, and in just one quick movement, he could pierce it inside of you and you’d no longer be a virgin.

“I want you to feel daddy’s cock,” Ari tells you quietly, gliding himself against your slick folds. And you quiver, because you’ve never been this wet before, your slick running down your thighs and dripping down onto your princess sheets. He grabs his dick, running it up and down your slit, making you want to clamp your thighs shut to create more friction. “And I’m going to teach you another new word, so you better listen, too.”

How could you do two things at once? Ari knows you’re dumb and not the best multi-tasker, but he reckons it’ll be fun to watch you fail. Maybe you’d shed some more of those delicious tears, your hands are already shaking after all. His cock stands erect between the two of you, with his huge hand at the base of it, guiding it up and down your folds. And he loves watching your eyes – there’s not a single thought behind them – mesmerised as you follow his movement. Up and down, up and down, up and down.

“Daddy, feels like I gotta pee.” It’s your way of telling him you’re about to cum. He knows you’ve made yourself cum countless times – either humping on your stuffies or even on his leg (you think he doesn’t notice you doing it).

“Already, baby? But we haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Sorry, I gotta!” You start humping against his hard cock, scrambling to create more friction as if you’re a little bunny in heat. From observing you for the past two weeks, Ari already knows that you’re selfish when it comes to orgasming, chasing your own release and forgetting about everything else. But, like all bunny babies, you’ll have to learn.

SMACK.

The blow to your ass is a hard one. He’s spanked you playfully before and this is definitely not a playful spank. This is a punishment spank, and it pulls you out of your lust-filled reverie enough to look up at him pleadingly, lips forming a pout and hips slowing down and his dick, covered in your slick, resting on your tummy.

“Hold it.” Ari says simply, “Good bunny babies have to learn self-control.”

“S-Self-control?” You repeat, not liking the sound of that at all.

“Yes, honey. I’m not one of your little stuffed animals that you can rub your baby cunt against whenever you feel like it. Until I give you permission to cum, you need to sit still while you feel daddy’s lollipop and listen while I teach you your new word of the evening.”

That doesn’t sound fair at all to you, but you want to please your daddy so you try to be a big girl and ignore the incessant throbbing you down there. Your daddy grabs his dick again, pumping it a few times before pressing it against you in a way that makes your breath hitch.

“Now this, baby bunny, this is your princess button.” Ari explains, rubbing his tip against your swollen and engorged clit till you’re panting and practically leaking down his thigh.

“It’s throbbin’, daddy.” You murmur softly, wanting to scream when he circles his tip around your clit, but you clamp your lips shut and convulse instead. This self-control stuff was hard, alright.

“Of course your little princess button’s throbbing. Slutty baby bunnies like you are always horny for daddy’s dick.”

Ari spits, his saliva landing on your pelvis (exactly where he wants to tattoo his initials on you) before trickling down to pool around your clit, mixing with your juices and making you even wetter while he leisurely strokes his dick against your folds. His tip keeps catching against your princess button, making you pant and moan his name softly, wanting to cum so badly.

“Tell me you’re a slutty baby bunny.”

“’m a slutty baby bunny, daddy – ah!” You gasp when his tip glides down and pokes against your tiny hole, pressing into it for one teasing second that makes your heart lurch, before gliding his cock back up your folds again. And it’s crazy, your little hole wants to swallow him up completely, but at the same time his tip could barely breach inside it – how would it ever fit?

Slowly, almost lovingly, Ari lays you down on your princess bed. “Arms up, bunny.” He murmurs before slipping your dress off you.

You always need help with changing because your daddy told you that getting dressed and undressed can become confusing for little bunnies like you. “Wouldn’t wanna get your little ears tangled in your dress, would you?” He’d tease, and you’d shake your head, scared of the possibility of that happening – especially on an occasion where your daddy wasn’t there to help you out of it.

Now, you’re naked and quivering underneath him – his perfect little sexy bunny. Ari can’t believe he’s about to pop your cherry. Half a million dollars for your perfectly tight little pussy – and feeling your soft little body against him, he knows you’re worth ever penny.

He slips his own shirt off, smirking when your eyes widen. You can’t help but reach up to touch his hairy abs. Your daddy is so big and strong and muscular, with hard abs and a generous smattering of hair covering his chest and trailing down his stomach. Once, he’d made you sit on his abs and grind back and forth (practice for big girl sex, he’d told you) and you’d made such a huge wet mess all over him, his body hair providing delicious friction against your cunt.

“Like what you see, dumb bunny?” Ari climbs over you, raining your face in kisses that make you both squirm and giggle.

His hungry gaze zeros in on your breasts, heaving with each laboured breath you take. He leans down, grabbing them in his big hands and squeezing so hard you yelp. God, you’re so fucking soft, so tender and sensitive to his rough touch. His mouth encloses around your nipple, teeth grazing the stiff peaks till you’re mewling, your hands settling in his hair.

“Daddy! Feels funny when you do that!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! Makes me tingle all over.”

And Ari knows he can be selfish tonight – turn you over and fuck that tiny virgin bunny-hole with no care for your well-being. Because he’s paid for you, paid for this night and all the nights that’ll follow this one. But you’re so fucking sweet, pouting up at him and still absentmindedly humping up against him like a bunny in heat. So fucking cute.

Which is how he ends up flat on his back on the bed, manoeuvring your clumsy little body on top of him till you’re sitting on his face, facing his crotch. He pushes your back till your face is level with his hard dick in a relaxed 69. And good God, your pussy smells so sweet, your slick folds getting his face and beard all wet, and–

“Your beard’s itchy, daddy! Ow!” You whine and receive a firm slap to your ass in response.

“Daddy’s doing you a favour, you dumb slutty bunny.” Ari says, voice slightly muffled as he holds your hips in place. “And I want you to shut the fuck up and suck on daddy’s lollipop while I eat your baby cunt, you got that?”

“O-Okay, dada– OH FUCK!”

Ari realises he’s never heard you swear before – he wonders where you picked that up from – and makes a mental note to tell you later how you’re not allowed to use grown-up words like that. But for now? He’s enjoying your moans and cries while he gives your princess button a hearty suck.

“Dumb little baby, so stupid and needy that daddy has to eat you out.” His beard is rough as it chafes your tender folds, the friction making you cry louder and grind up against him. His tongue pokes out, rigid as he tongue-fucks your little fuckholes – how are you so tiny that his tongue barely fits in your hole? He licks a stripe up your slit, lips once more enveloping your clit, making out with your poor button that’s slowly growing more and more sensitive.

“Daddy – ah! – don’t stop!”

Ari grabs your furry tail, giving it a yank that has you howling in pain, inadvertently grinding your hips down on his face. His tongue pokes at your clit, circling it and licking it – torturing it – while you moan: “Daddy – m-m-my princess button, ugh, too much!”

“First, it’s ‘don’t stop’ and then it’s ‘too much.’” Ari gives your ass three slaps in quick succession, “You’re such a fucking airhead little baby bunny, you don’t even know what you want, do you?”

“Nooo, daddy, just wanna feel good!” You cry, earning another few spanks.

He reaches down to grab your head, pushing it down into his dick, rubbing your face into his veiny girth. Smearing all his precum over your face and your pretty lips till he feels them open up, mouthing at his length, tongue slobbering cluelessly because of course you’ve never sucked a dick before.

“Suck daddy’s lollipop, honey.” He orders you, not having the patience to walk you through it because your soft lips against his dick feels like heaven right now and all he wants to do is shove himself inside you. Any hole.

“Don’t know how, daddy – ah!” Another spank, and you get to work, suckling on his angry red tip as though it’s a popsicle, your moans vibrating around his length as he continues to eat you out.

He brings his hand that was guiding your head back up, spreading your pussy lips open wider for himself before diving in like you’re a fucking three course meal. He opens his mouth wide, sucking your entire cunt into his mouth, suctioning your sweet cream as you convulse around him, limbs flailing because you’ve never felt anything like this ever before.

And that’s when you start humping his face in earnest.

“Oooh, daddy! Feels so, feels so–”

You’re cut off when he grabs his dick, slapping you across the face with it for no particular reason except he can. And you whine, you cry, you moan, but eventually his hand guides your face to his balls, and you take one into your mouth, sucking on it and making him groan straight into your pussy.

“That’s right baby, ride your daddy’s fucking face,” Ari murmurs lowly, grabbing your fluffy tail once more and loving how your whole body twitches at the sensitivity. He smacks your ass, making you hump his face even harder, loving how his strong nose feels against your clit. “Fuck, bunny. Rub your little baby cunt on daddy’s face, use your daddy like the horny little bitch in heat you are, fuck!”

His balls pop out of your mouth and you can see the strings of your drool through your blurry vision. You’re so overwhelmed by pleasure – it doesn’t feel even a fraction this good when you’re playing with your stuffies. In your lust-filled haze, you glance at Pinkie – she’s never made you feel as good in your princess parts as your daddy is.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” You cry, clutching his muscular thighs, your nails leaving scarlet trails on his skin but your daddy is so big and strong that you’re sure he won’t mind or even notice.

He’s torturing your clit, sucking on it and grazing his teeth against it, smacking your ass over and over again. His fingers itch to gather your wetness and fill up your tiny baby ass, but he refrains. That can wait. Instead, he pushes his digits upwards into your little pussy, loving how you gasp at the alien feeling of having something go up you – specially something as thick as your daddy’s two fingers.

He works them inside you, in and out till he’s scissored you open and flexing his knuckles, curving upwards and making you pant in pleasure and a bit of pain. God, daddy’s fingers are so big – his lollipop’s even bigger. How, how, how will it fit? But you don’t have time to dwell on that, not when his fingers increase their pace, not when he grabs your hips with his other hand and starts moving you faster on his face, not when his teeth clamp down on your clit, biting your puffy button till you scream his name –

“Arghh, daddy, oh my!” You squirt all over his face violently, sweet cream spurting out of your fuckholes and onto his face, catching onto your daddy’s waiting tongue and he laps it all up as if he hasn’t eaten in days. And your legs feel like jelly, flailing then tensing then finally going numb, toes curling as you continue to hump his face, riding out your orgasm – the most intense one you’ve ever had.

You think playtime’s over after that, and you reach over to grab Pinkie so your daddy can take your nap. Except this thought is cruelly ripped from your mind when Ari picks you up like a rag doll, throwing you flat on your back and climbing on top of you. Roughly, he kisses you, and is that your own slick you taste on his lips?

“Tired, daddy.” You say softly against his lips before remembering your manners. “Thank you for the big girl playtime, it was so much fun!”

Ari doesn’t know whether to laugh or marvel at your stupidity, at your sheer innocence at thinking the two of you were done for the night. He scoffs, slapping you not-so-lightly on the cheek to wake you up because your eyes keep fluttering shut.

“Oh honey, you didn’t think we were finished, did you?” He kisses you sloppily again, nudging his hard dick against your folds and making your eyes pop open in alarm. He knows you’re sensitive down there, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck. “Did you think we were gonna make babies just from you riding my face? Are you seriously that stupid, bunny baby?”

Your heart stings, you’re feeling sensitive after your orgasm but you know you have to listen to your daddy because he’s your owner and he’s in charge of everything and you’re his little bunny baby girl. So you pout, half curious and half scared, “Not stupid! J-Just thought that was enough for the night.”

Ari smirks – his shy baby girl gets a bit sassy in her post-orgasmic daze, doesn’t she? Well, he doesn’t give a fuck, grabbing his dick and lining it up against your sticky folds.

“Well, baby. This is it. Time to be a big girl.”

In one fluid motion, he sheathes his cock inside you. Or rather, stuffs it inside you because your little pussy tries to resist. But Ari’s determined, forcing his way inside while you yelp and cry and clutch at his shoulders. And your fucking tears – God, he’s addicted to your tears, tongue lapping them up from your cheeks while you push futilely on his chest.

“Hurts, daddy!” You mewl softly, feeling like you’re breaking in half from the inside out. Feels like a gigantic metal rod is piercing its way through you, filling you up completely. “M-Make it hurt less, daddy! Can’t take it, too full, too full!”

“My little baby,” Ari coos, holding you close as if he hasn’t just forced his huge cock inside your virgin cunt. You look so small, so scared, so cute – your ears flopping like crazy from all the foreign sensations, and he can’t help but baby you. “You’re my brave little girl, look how well you took daddy’s dick. Look, baby.”

Grabbing your chin roughly, he tugs your face downward, loving how your eyes widen at the sight of where the two of you meet. His fat, meaty dick driving into your pussy – he’s only halfway in but he’s so huge that you don’t know how the rest of it will fit. Your mouth drops open and you swallow hard.

“W-Wow.” You can’t help but marvel despite the pain you’re in, and Ari grins wolfishly, reaching up to pull your cheek in a condescending manner. You gulp, “Am I a big girl now, daddy?”

“Maybe. Depends on how well you take my dick.” And with that, Ari snaps his hips forward, pushing all the way inside of you and you scream all over again, tight walls convulsing and tightening around him, snug like a fucking glove and Ari’s sure this is what heaven feels like.

“Too big, daddy! My baby cunt’s too little!” You cry, wondering why you thought big girl sex was a good idea. But despite all the pain, there’s this hunger inside of you, fired by the feeling of being stuffed so full, wanting him to move.

“It is too little,” Ari agrees, “That doesn’t mean I can’t do whatever I want with it.”

And he pulls out, chest rumbling at his dick covered in a mix of your cream and virgin blood. You’re looking at the same thing he is, mouth gaping open as you begin to shake. “B-Blood, daddy!”

“Yes, honey. You’re stupid so you don’t know this, but blood means you’re daddy’s big girl now.” Ari says, loving how wide and shiny your eyes get before he pistons his hips and shoves back into you. “Now lie still, dumb bunny, and let daddy have his fun.”

Ari hitches your leg over his shoulder, grunting because this angle allows him to go deeper. And then he just goes to town, fucking into you like you’re just a doll. Like you’re just a little bunny girl who’s bred to be used and abused – like you are. And the way you’re soft and breathy voice goes “ah, ah, ah!” as he fucks you hard, your little princess bed all rickety and banging against the wall.

“Fuck! Look at the way your baby cunt’s just swallowing my daddy dick,” Ari groans, loving how your nails scrape against his chest. He trails sloppy kisses up your calf, pushing your leg up higher so he has better access to your sopping, ruined pussy. “Mm, can you feel me, bunny? Feel me up in your guts?”

“Soooo deep, daddy!” You moan, feeling dull sparks of pleasure in your belly, but the pain is still so overwhelming because he’s so big. And you’re still crying, but Ari can see that you’re trying to be brave. What a cutie. He can’t help but grab your little stuffie, throwing Pinkie at you and watching your dumbed out eyes widen in recognition.

“Cuddle your little toy, baby. Maybe it’ll make it hurt less.” Ari mocks, laughing cruelly before growing distracted by how fucking tight and vice-like your velvety walls feel, hugging his cock for all it’s worth.

You hug Pinkie to your chest, biting down on her furry ear while your own ears twitch uncontrollably Everything feels so raw, so hard, so overwhelming – and you feel your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head. That is, until you feel Ari’s warm hand pressing down on your tummy.

“Look, bunny. Daddy’s lollipop inside you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, because you’ve never seen anything like this before. The outline of his dick as it protrudes beneath the skin of your lower tummy. God, your daddy’s so huge, the way he’s ripped you apart and how he’s literally in your womb right now – you can’t believe it.

“Ah, oh… oh my! Daddy, how did you– Is this normal?”

Ari ignores your babyish concerns, the shape of his dick in your stomach egging him on and making him fuck you even harder. He throws your other leg over his shoulder and now he’s well and truly gone into jackhammer mode, hammering you into the bed with each unforgiving thrust, his hips a complete blur as he fucks you inside-out and you clutch little Pinkie against your chest.

“My dumb bunny baby, gonna make you a mommy,” Ari says through gritted teeth, reaching out to stuff his fingers into your mouth, loving how you wail around his digits and choke on your spit as it begins to pool inside your mouth. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Stupid bunny wants to have daddy’s babies, don’t you?”

At the mention of babies, you nod your head ferociously, eyes watering because his fingers are halfway down your throat, and he’s clutching the side of your face roughly, and you make choked and gargled sounds around him. “Bafies!” You babble, and it sounds like gibberish but you want daddy’s babies so bad, and you begin to hump upwards, meeting his thrusts.

“Fuck, you’d look so hot, walking around this house all knocked up. And guess what princess? I won’t just knock you up once. No baby, you’re gonna give me a whole fuckin’ family, aren’t you? My baby, so little and cute, wanting babies of her own. Fuck!”

He removes his fingers from your mouth and you gasp, like a fish out of water and that’s when he kisses you, rendering you breathless once more. But you still kiss him back – that’s how devoted you are, Pinkie falling from your hands as your arms wind up around his neck, needing the intimacy more than you need to breathe.

But Ari rips away from you all too quickly, pulling his dick out and leaving you feeling so gapingly empty, flipping you over and dragging your hips up. You cry out when his palm collides with your ass, the cracking sound resonating across the room along with your mewls.

“This is how slutty little bunnies are meant to be fucked,” Ari whispers, pushing your face into the pillow and shoving his dick back into you, his hands holding your hips in a crushing grip. “On your hands and knees like the little breeding bitch you are.”

Your little feelings would’ve been hurt by his words if you weren’t so distracted with his cock tearing you open once more. And now you feel pleasure in earnest – there’s something so hot about the callous and rough way he’s handling you. Like you’re nothing more than his doll, his pet. Someone he can hold down and take his pleasure from.

“God, I love your little baby ass.” Ari comments, slapping and squeezing your bum till it hurts and you howl in pain, fisting the sheets as your moans of “daddy, daddy, daddy” become more and more incoherent. “One day, daddy’s gonna fill up your ass too, princess. Maybe later tonight, if I’m in the mood.”

You’re too dumbed out to recognise the implication of his words, humping backwards into him and meeting each of his thrusts, imagining being pregnant and thinking about how much he’d dote on you.

“There’s absolutely nothing going on in your head right now, is there, bunny?” Ari tugs on your tail cruelly, making you gasp in pain.

“Babies, daddy! Wan’ your babies!”

“Oh yeah? Gotta take daddy’s cream first, don’t you?”

 Your pleasure is building up, like every time he fucks into you, he hits a special spot inside of you that makes you go feral. Makes you claw at the bedsheets because you can’t claw at him, makes you bite down on your lip till you bleed, wanting kissies so badly but he’s pushing your head into the pillow. Sparks building up inside of you, like this tidal wave gaining traction, getting bigger and bigger, and, and, and–

“OH, DADDY! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”

You yell out in complete abandon, walls constricting deliciously around him, pulsing like crazy as you release what feels like a gallon of your slick. Squirting around him, feeling like it’ll never stop pouring out of you like a fountain as you clutch the pillow, wishing you could clutch your daddy’s hand instead. It’s taken everything out of you, this orgasm, rendered you completely helpless and limbs jelly-like, till you’re lying there twitching and whimpering, chanting “daddy,” over and over again.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Cum for daddy,” Ari talks you through it, his thrusts speeding up but growing sloppier as he rides you through your orgasm, gripping your bunny ears and tugging at them meanly to jerk your head upwards, “Squeeze my fucking dick, dumb bunny.”

As if on cue, your walls flutter around him, and Ari’s dick twitches before he’s spurting his hot load inside of you. Coating your walls in his searing cum, and there’s so much of it. You feel so full, like he’s pumped you to the very brim he’s still thrusting into you, as if fucking his cum back inside you before it leaks out.

“Take daddy’s load like a good little bunny,” Ari coaxes you, smoothening down your ears and pressing a kiss on your head before slumping down on top of you, his muscular arms wrapping around you and his dick still lodged inside you, plugging his seed within your baby cunt.

You lie there in silence, breathing hard for a few minutes before Ari starts kissing you. Just raining kisses everywhere on your body, telling you what a good little bunny you are, how you took your daddy so good. And you feel so weak, so spent, so sensitive, but you smile through it all because you made daddy proud.

“You’re my best baby, you know that?” Ari coos, hugging you close to his chest and his dick is still inside you. He goes from cruel to loving in a heartbeat, but you’re too dumb to ever question him. “God, honey. Daddy loves you so much.”

Your heart glows, “And I love you too, daddy. More than anything in the world.” And you mean it, looking up at him cutely, face covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes red and lashes wet with tears. You’re a mess, but a beautiful one. Ari covers your face in even more kisses, till you’re giggling and cuddling against him sleepily, with only one more question on your mind.

“Am I gonna get pregnant now, daddy?”

Ari smirks, his dick hardening inside you again. “You probably are, baby bunny. But just to make sure, why don’t we try again?”

You’re tired, but you’d do anything to please your daddy, and anything to feel that intense pleasure again.

“Okay, daddy! Whatever you say.”

THE END! What do you guys think? I know it was an abrupt ending but as usual, I got carried away and it was getting too long so I had to end it! But PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do let me know what you think! I will love you forever!! Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

[strayfoxxchan]

Girl's Best Friend

Pairing: Non-Idol!Seungmin x f!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Content Warning: None that I can think of… pulled heartstrings?

Word Count: 1k

Prompt: You came here to adopt a dog and got a boyfriend instead!

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MASTERLIST

A sigh leaves your lips. “It’s time.”

Being an adult could be lonely. You have contemplated adopting a furry companion for months, but as you sit on the couch with a drama, crying in the dark, you decide it is time. So you pick up the stuffed dog you’d been squeezing for emotional support to look into its shiny plastic eyes.

“You’ll have a new friend tomorrow, don’t worry, buddy.”

In the morning, you scroll through your phone, browsing a list of shelters in the area. Most of them have pages full of animals available to be adopted. You catch sight of a few animals and set your eyes on a shelter nearby. 

As you drive to the shelter, listening to music way too loudly, you wonder if you’re making the right choice. You aren’t home during the day sometimes as your job is still working hybrid, and you wonder if it’s okay to leave a dog alone for extended periods, but you decide this is best for you and your mental health. 

The facade of the shelter is little more than a giant concrete building, painted in shades of blue and white, with silhouettes of little animals running across the edges of the walls. The walls are lined with vines and greenery, making it seem inviting. Walking into the building is more of the same. At the front desk, a kind woman greets you. 

“Hello! What are you looking for today?”

“Oh,” you say, “just thinking of adopting a dog. Where can I find them?” 

The woman points behind her to a big glass door. “The kennels are out the door in the courtyard. Feel free to flag down anyone in a blue apron if you see a pup you like!” She smiles warmly at you.

“Thanks!” You can feel the excitement growing as you try not to skip to the door.

The courtyard is big and green, trees scattered about randomly. There are kennels lining the edges of the yard, big open kennels that allow the dogs some room to move around. Men, women, and children walk about from kennel to kennel, patting dogs on their noses and talking in baby voices to them. 

The only problem with going to an animal shelter is that you can’t rescue them all. The puppy dog eyes and happy pants, the tail wags, and the tippy tapping of toes fill you both with elation and grief. There was no way you could fit 40 dogs into your one-bedroom apartment, but that doesn’t stop you from considering it. 

Before you know it, you’ve found yourself plopped down in front of a kennel, beginning an interview with a particularly cute mutt, a mix of something that’s given him floppy ears and a mottled coat of brown and white. He almost looks like a golden retriever but splotchy. 

“So, what makes you think you’ll be a good companion?” The dog stares at you blankly, panting away and wagging his tail a million miles a minute.

“I’m very warm, and I’m the best cuddler.” A voice comes from behind you, and you stifle a giggle, choosing not to turn around and continue the very important interview.

“What can you offer that another dog can’t?” You stare at the dog expectantly as he considers his answer.

“I’ll give you morning kisses and sing when I’m hungry.”

“Ah, good answer.” You nod at the dog, who has continued to stare blankly at you. “The final and most important question…” You pause for effect. “Are you a good boy?”

The voice from behind you doesn’t speak, but the pup in front of you replies with an enthusiastic bark. You respond in kind with an enthusiastic fit of laughter.

“Well, that settles it. You’re hired. Any questions for me?” 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” You snicker at the voice behind you.

“I am as single as they come.” You poke the dog’s nose through the kennel, earning you an excited woof.

You pull yourself up from the ground, grunting slightly and turning to meet the dog’s translator. 

The man wears a white polo with a blue apron tied around his waist. His hair is a little long, highlighted with streaks of blonde. He’s handsome, though his big round eyes look at you with the same happy but almost blank expression the dog had.

“He’s very talkative, though.” The man says to you. “And clingy.”

“Maybe I like talkative and clingy, Mr. Translator.” You can see a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. 

“I guess I should give up, then.” The man turns to leave.

“Wait, give what up?” He stops in his tracks and turns back to face you. 

“The interview.”

“I didn’t realize you were also a dog up for adoption,” you do your best to look serious, but your heart flutters. 

“Meong Meong,” he replies, deadpan. You choke a little on your laugh. 

“Okay then, what makes you think you’ll be a good companion?” You raise your brows expectantly. 

“I’ll keep the house clean and sing you lullabies.” As he speaks, he moves past you and kneels on the floor to unlock the kennel. 

“Hmm,” you pause. “I do love a good lullaby, I suppose. What can you offer that another… dog can’t?”

“I’ll cook breakfast and hold your hand when we walk.” The dog walks out of the kennel and sits quietly beside the man, looking up at him with a goofy smile.

“You have him beat there; I can’t argue with that. And what’s your name?”

“Seungmin,” he finally smiles. “And yeah, I’m a good boy.” He tries to say this without laughing but fails spectacularly. The two of you are in fits of giggles, and the dog at your feet taps his front toes, tail wagging as if to join in your laughter. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Seungmin. I’m Y/N. Any questions for me?” You wipe your eyes and sniffle, having shed a tear or two after laughing so hard. 

“Am I hired? Or just Oliver?” He points at the dog.

“I think I have room for two new hires.”

[adobe-outdesign]

Oh mannnnnn Neopets reviews…how do you feel about my fav, Blumaroo?

Blumaroos are very vaguely based off of kangaroos, but they don't share too much in common other than jumping ability and the -roo name. Instead, they have a great abstract design that feels pretty realistic while being a complete fantasy creature, with floppy trunk-like noses and details that they can bounce on.

Visually, the soft pink accents of the nose are complimented by the ears, and this base works as a good neutral to match any color. They have these nice dot eyes and smiles that capture their happy-go-lucky nature, and just have a nice shape to them. I also like them having their own land and distinct personalities; it helps them stick out a lot in my mind.

Customization-wise, the Blumaroo is a mixed bag. On the plus side, their old artwork was dated and needed a refresh (note the almost complete lack of shading). I like the way they're fatter now, the loss of the belly button is an improvement because it felt weird that they had one to begin with, and they come across as a bit happier in the new art.

But on the minus side, the lose of their old pose is a tragedy. Blumaroos bouncing and standing on their tails was one of their most interesting characters, and while it's obviously still a trait of the species, it's a shame that it's no longer shown in their art. This is particularly sad because their adorable heart-shaped feet are also hidden from view, which has the side-effect of no longer carrying the pink through the design as well as it used to.

I get that customization needed to regulate the poses a bit more, but seeing as each item has to be redrawn anyway, would it have been that hard to keep them on their tails? It's not like the Lutari where the pose would've made it difficult to see clothing or something. It's otherwise a fine conversion, but man, it would've been perfect if we got both the new art and old pose together.

Favorite colours:

Plushie: Blumaroos already look pretty huggable, but the plushie form ramps it up to 11. I love the soft blue color with just a few pops of color on the eyes and tail patch—it gives the impression of an old and much-loved plushie. The converted version isn't bad, but it unfortunately can't compete with the unconverted version, which has much bigger, floppier ears, a thicker tail, and a very cute pose.

Tyrannian: Speaking of colours that looked better unconverted, dang, the Tyrannian Blumaroo got it rough. I love the original's brows and horn-ears, with this nice neutral dappled brown serving as the base. The converted version had to change some things obviously, but it also feels like they didn't really try—why doesn't it keep the same expression (unconverted Darigan Blumaroos have different eyes, so it's obviously not a problem to change them)? Why is the brown on the tail so much lighter to the point where it's barely noticeable? Why is the ruff now red instead of the dark brown of the wings? Why are the horns so small, and why is the perspective wrong on them relative to the ears? Bleh. At least the original's still great.

Oil Paint: Thankfully, here's a Blumaroo color that looks great with the customized pose. Such a beautiful color palette, combining little strokes of colors with pretty flower-like blotches interspersed throughout. I love how the colors also flow with the body, like how the torso goes from green to red, or how there's red right around the feet. Lovely all around.

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Halcyon Memories

Revisiting the ATEEZ universe with a short tale of 861 words, the gender-ambiguous reader reminisces about first meeting their rabbit-hybrid boyfriend Hongjoong while they enjoy a calm morning. This is an extremely fluffy piece, so there are no warnings.

halcyon (n.) - From a story in Greek mythology about the halcyon bird, which had the power to calm the rough ocean waves every December so she could nest. Like those calm waters, halcyon has come to mean a sense of peace or tranquility.

(Special thanks to new storyteller friend Felix for sparking this idea, hope you enjoy)

Lazing around on your day off, you're never alone. Your boyfriend stays with you, basically attached at the hip, whenever you stay home.

Today, as you scroll through your comic strips and social media, Hongjoong is nuzzled into your side, quietly enjoying your company. When you feel him tug on the fabric of your shirt, you look down at him. Running a hand lightly down one of his long, floppy, tawny-colored ears, you ask whether he'd like to do something else.

Not one for words very often, he uses actions and noises to explain most of the time. So, when he shakes his head no and cuddles closer to you, you find comfort in the small sounds of his movement. However, when you hear his stomach growl, you take that as your sign to finally get out of bed to eat. After all, you've both been awake for two hours at this point; you haven't even stretched your body much yet. Despite his whines, you insist that your bodies need food.

"We can cuddle again after we eat, okay, Joong?" You coax, trying to guide him towards the kitchen with you.

Defiantly, he joins you and begins to brew coffee for you both. The smell makes you smile as you're reminded of how you met your bunny boy almost a year prior. With a giggle, you reminisce and poke fun at the shy boy he once was.

"You still know exactly how I like it, don't you?" You take a sip, letting the rich taste of his perfectly-brewed coffee linger in your mouth as your mind drifts back to the day a cute rabbit hybrid personally delivered a free coffee to your table.

It began as any other day, walking down to your favorite cafe to grab a coffee and a muffin and leech off of their internet for a few hours. You'd been at the table for an hour, so you'd finished your drink at this point. Debating whether to buy another, you sense someone approaching you from the corner of your vision. Ready to awkwardly reject someone, you look up and notice the cafe's shirt and apron combo before meeting the gaze of the barista you so often see silently mixing together the drink orders. Once your eyes met his, he dropped his gaze, quietly placing the drink down on your table with the slightest whisper.

"I thought you might want another."

As you thank him and joke that he read your mind, you notice his ears swaying around at his chest. Wondering whether it's hard for him to stand still, you offer him the seat across from you at the small table, but he refuses, claiming that his break would be over soon.

"Can I get your name, at least? You know mine from my orders, and I'd like to thank you for the drink at some point." You request, hoping to hang out with him another time.

"O-oh. I'm Hongjoong." He quickly answers before scurrying back behind the counter to make drinks again.

You distinctly remember his coworker teasing him and ruffling his hair, but you've never tried to figure out why. Remembering, you grow curious and ask him about it.

"Joongie, you remember when you first gave me that drink? What were your coworkers saying when you came back? It looked like they were teasing you."

He softly nods, "They were proud."

"Proud?"

You see his face go red as he curls inward on himself. Giving him time to gather himself, you continue to sip your coffee and embrace the smell of the freshly cooked food.

"I liked you." He eventually finds his words, "Before that day, I saw you a lot. I thought that you seemed nice."

"Oh, you were crushing? That's so sweet, Hongjoong." You reach out and place your hand atop his as you continue, "They must be very proud since we've been together for so long, all thanks to you giving me a drink that day."

When you both finish eating, you lounge on the couch, scrolling through the collection of options to watch. You find a new romance movie you haven't herd of and stop scrolling when your boyfriend's grip tightens slightly around your arm.

"Should we check this one out, love?"

You know that he much prefers when you choose things, so he nods, entirely unaware that you decided based on his actions. You found that so endearing; his wonderful memory and heightened hearing seemed to translate into a slight lack of awareness in his surroundings. You play the movie, hold Hongjoong's hand, and enjoy his company with the still-lingering scent of coffee and the sounds of a cheesy romance flick playing. The whole situation feels so right, and you silently wish to live like this forever.

[sophswritingthings]

WILLOWWHITE FAM (LONGSTAR AU)

I have indeed changed a few things around! let’s go through them one by one, shall we?

graystripe: gray, instead of becoming a basically self absorbed asshole, he stays the goofy loving sweet boy that he was in the first book! i think gray/fire/sand is totally poly, like fire/gray is good, sand/fire is good.. but mix them together and you get a little loving circle that will protect each other til they die. in this au they all become a little poly couple, and fire/sand has squirrelkit and leafkit. and I think that featherkit and stormkit are sand/grays kits. they raise them all together in ThunderClan, and when feather/storm is older they do actually feel better being in RiverClan so they do join RiverClan and be the RiverClan new prophecy cats.

willowpelt: I’m making willows mate for the ENTIRE series Whitestorm, instead of it just being said in forest of secrets. so he is the father of gray, dark as well as sorrel, rain, and soot. dark was litter 1 (his other sibling dying before becoming an app), gray was litter two which was a litter of 1, and sorrel/rain/soot are litter 3. instead of willow dying in between books to protect sootpaw sootpaw still actually died and willow becomes elder grandma.

whitestorm: white is a loving, loyal boy and just seriously loves his kiddos. when dark leaves thunder to go to shadow, he ends up meeting with him in secret. white had always been really close with dark, never supported him hanging with tiger because he knew what the warrior was really like, growing up with him (and thistleclaw being his dad, and tigers mentor he especially didn’t trust him). white tries to convince dark but he wouldn’t listen. eventually, when dark comes back bloodied and battered (his ear practically torn to bits) he comes to his senses. of course no one trusts him right away, but white was always there for him. eventually they do trust him and they go back to being a happy family.

darkears(stripe): I changed his name cuz idk darkstripe.. graystripe.. I know they're siblings but I don’t like how similar it sounds. so I gave him dark ears cuz he was born with a floppy ear and that he was always super attentive. dark was the first litter, being the elder brother to all the other kits. his mentor stays the same, being tigerclaw which is why he’s so close to him. (also he has a crush on him for a while before actually becoming mates later. dark is gay in this cuz.. that’s how I see him idk) super duper loyal to tiger even before the pair became mates. and tiger was not a good mate. at all. dark really did love him, he did. but tiger didn’t. he would ridicule him constantly, even going as far to hit/scratch him leaving him with some of the scars he has today. dark does still follow him to shadow cuz he’s practically forced too, and refuses to come back for a while even at whites calls. but eventually he comes to his senses and comes home and gains the clans trust again and becomes a good big brother to his siblings, as well as gaining a mate in a tom named Blacksight (whom I’ve added as a rouge who joined the clan I’ll explain him later) and they are much much better together. If you couldn’t tell I happen to really like the dark I’ve created lol.

sorrelspirit(tail): idk I changed her name cuz I always found it boring, especially considering her bright personality and determination! she suffered an injury and waited moons to actually get her warrior ceremony, and was still as happy as ever. so sorrelspirit it is. she had a rough childhood (im taking out the poisoning.. we don’t need that here. In this AU, it seriously ain’t Important) especially growing up when bloodclan had come into the forest, her father dying before she was even an apprentice. it wasn’t fun. but she kept her spirits up, she couldn’t be so down all the time like other cats she knew. after her injury, she earned her name. she'd never been attracted to any of the tom’s in the clan, settling on the label of lesbian for herself. she never gets a mate, though not finding a connection with anybody—as for the kits, I think that the three of them were found just outside tc territory. i would say that they are rouge kits that were abandoned, and not wanting to leave them, she takes them and claims them as their own. ferncloud nurses them for as long as they need, and they see fern/sorrel as their moms. eventually, sorrel gets a mate in a rc she-cat!

rainwhisker: rain gets a personality. he’s very protective of his siblings, and instead of sorrel being mates with bracken, he is! they are very happy little gay beings together. anyway, rain is kinda sassy and snappy with others- even with firestar and longtail lmao. there’s not really much to say on him.. he’s still a background character, but just know he and bracken r very happy being gay together.

sootpaw(fur): in this au.. soot dies. instead of willow saving him from the badger, she doesn’t get there in time, and he is killed in the process. his siblings and and mother go into a depression for at least three moons, but eventually move past it and know he’s resting softly in starclan.

that’s it for the willowwhite fam! next up is frostlion fam, one of my favs hehehe

[squidproquoclarice]

Yeehawgust Day 29: Jolene

He’d known the new volunteer, Mary-Beth Gaskill, was a Dolly Parton fan.  She made no secret of it, and if anyone dared to say even one thing against Saint Dolly or her music, the dreamy demeanor disappeared and showed that this kitten did indeed have some claws.

Not that Arthur disliked some Dolly himself.  Good music, great philanthropy to boot.  But looking at the tags on the kennels as he did the initial morning walk, all the shelters in the county probably hurrying to take on some of the dogs from the recent puppy mill bust, no matter how full they already were, he saw that the six they’d gotten had come in under Mary-Beth’s watch.  He and Sadie had been off for the weekend camping, so this now was the first he’d seen of the new arrivals. Consequently, the Ambarino Animal Shelter now offered for adoption a rather interesting musical assortment alongside the eight they’d already had.  All of them mixes of goldenlabradoodleschnorgihund or whatever the hell it was, and in his mind the crime of trying to charge a thousand bucks for a fancy name for what amounted to a mutt–and nothing wrong with mutts at all, best dogs he’d ever had–paled alongside all the crimes that came from running a puppy mill.  An ethical misdemeanor, as it were.  But he hated it nonetheless.  Because honestly, that sort of thing was how puppy mills thrived, seeing they could charge hefty prices for a mix if they just slapped some cutesy portmanteau on as a supposed breed.  People would pay for it, so the mills would just keep on churning.

At least these six would be cared for now.  All of them some kind of hound and retriever mix, if he had to guess, with maybe some terrier from the beard on one

So with treats and kind words, he said hello to Hard Candy Christmas, Nine to Five, Coat of Many Colors, Islands In The Stream, I Will Always Love You…

Well, at least she hadn’t gone for Why’d You Come In Here Looking Like That.  That would just be a little too close to home for the poor newly rescued dogs with their sad eyes, ragged coats, and too-thin flanks. 

The last one, in the kennel at the end, offered him her plush bunny toy and wagged her tail furiously.  “Hey there, Jolene.”  Of course there had to be a Jolene.  Of course.  Though given her fur was reddish, he supposed it fit.

Candy, Niner, Coaty, Island, Jolene, and Iwaly–they’d had a hell of a time coming up with a good call name for that poor boy–settled in more and more as the days went on.  They were so hungry for love, in that way that had once broken his heart, but he’d seen it so much now that it no longer shattered him, but only made him ache for them, and love them all the harder for it.  Telling them that they were safe now, that they’d have people that would treat them right.  That they’d gotten out of hell and it would only improve.  

The capacity of an animal to still find a way to so earnestly trust and love after so much of a shitty life never failed to amaze him, and make him think there had to be something good in the world.

Jolene especially seemed to attach to him.  Sometimes as firm as velcro, at that, but she was such a sweet soul he could hardly deny her.  Even when her frisking around him sometimes, delighted at walks and the fresh air and the outdoors, threatened to hogtie him at the ankles with the leash.  How could he deny her? 

Sadie, heading into the shelter, saw the two of them out for another walk and just laughed.  “How’s the girlfriend, Arthur?”

Jolene headed over to Sadie, tail waving about as fast as an airplane propeller.  Arthur might be her favorite human, but Sadie was a close second.  “Good, good.”

“Now, I’d worry that Jolene might have come in and taken my man, true to form,” Sadie teased, reaching down to tousle Jolene’s floppy ears, “but hell, I can’t even be mad at her.”

“She does make it impossible to be pissed off at her.”

“Unlike your human girlfriend.”

“You do make it possible to be pissed off at you.  Possible, and fun.”

She grinned and winked at him.  “Likewise, Mr. Morgan.”  She gave Jolene another scratch.  “Tell your boyfriend that he needs to hurry up and adopt you.  All three of us know you aren’t going home with anyone else.”

He’d been thinking of it, given how attached she was, and how much he’d come to adore her.  And he’d been without a dog for over a year now, since he’d lost Copper.  But hearing Sadie say it that casually told him she was on board too.  “Well, then.  Welcome to the family, Jolene.”

[yeetmetotheforbiddenwildwest]

Part 1: here

AU concept Part 2

After mission city or even Egypt (not sure it matters without the whole thing being put together) Sam discovers something absolutely insane. More insane than alien robots.

He's a werewolf. Not the Harry Potter 'get bitten by a werewolf, you become one'. No he's the shape-shifting kind (similar to the twilight ones but we throw in and mix a little Wolfwalker and warrior cats).

His family(I'm still not entirely sure if Sam is adopted and Sally is his aunt or if she is his bio mom; I'll make it work, just bear with me) is camping when it happens, he turns into a wolf and panics, running off (Sorry it's very cliche, I'll think of something better but for whatever reason he ends up in the woods). Anyways he is attacked by a bear or cougar or a pack of actual animal wolves (already in his wolf form; he doesn't become a werewolf because he is attacked, but was one genetically. His father was human but his mom, Sally Watson is a werewolf too).

The thing with the type of werewolf Sam is- is that similar to Twilight quilietes, boys don't usually get their wolves until they're 16 or older but purebloods (Both parents are werewolves; halfbloods would be one werewolf parent and the other parent being human) can get theirs much earlier even if both their parents are half-human. Girls won't always get their wolf forms even when being pure-bloooded.

(Can you tell this is a very weird wild fan-fiction yet? It's based on a lot of other people's AUs of many different fandoms, if it looks similar to yours, I apologize)

Sam is very injured as a result of the animal attack. His back right leg is super chewed up from the fight and covered in scars. He has a scar over and is half-blind in his left eye, and also has a torn floppy left ear and is missing some of his left teeth. (I totally fell in love with Birdsong Warriors Swiftpaw AU. It inspired my fic lol and Swiftpaw's design is basically Sam's wolf)

He wakes up in the woods and freaks out because he can't clearly remember what happened also he's a very injured wolf but his back right leg and back are bandaged and so is his left eye.

A brown, black, and white wolf with one green eye and one light brown/tawny yellow eye (werewolf oc of mine (he's 25 and his character is based off one of my favorite youtubers) asks him to calm down.

The wolf tells him his name is Thorn (I can't think of a freaking suffix for him!) and refers to Sam as Swiftpaw (it's very warrior cat inspired) because these wolves don't know his real name yet and Sam doesn't think it's a good idea to tell them his real name and he just met them.

Sam asks why he called him Swift and Thorn explains the clan/pack thing and that he gave Sam his wolf name himself after watching him fight the animals with how quickly he moved. Thorn also explains how he is the deputy/second in charge(whatever you want to call it) and how he and his patrol rescued Sam.

Sam asks if he's gonna make it or if he'll ever be able to turn back again and Thorn is surprised to discover "Oh... This kid never phased before last night!". Thorn explains yes, he's a shape-shifter and will be able to transform back into a human and back into his wolf whenever he wants but that Sam can't leave-

Sam takes this entirely the wrong way, thinking he's being held hostage and Thorn hastily tries to calm him, explaining he shouldn't try to transform until he is healed, implying that Sam probably isn't able to walk yet what with his injuries on his back and right leg- Oh and also he has a bobtail now because it got so chewed up by the bear/wolf/dogs whatever they had to amputate it and asks if Sam can bend his leg to prove his point. Sam tries to do so and fails, screams, has a coughing fit, a bit of trouble catching his breath, and a new black and grey she-wolf with blue eyes runs over, yelling his wolf-name (Swift) and asks him if he's okay (plot twist, the newly introduced werewolf is Mikaela; haven't thought of a wolf name for her yet, hold on guys).

"(Mikaela)?! You're one of them?" Sam asks, recognizing her by her voice.

Mikaela takes a bit of offense to this and explains, Yes, she is 'one of them.' and Sam is also 'one of them' so Sam asks her why she didn't tell him she was a werewolf and if she knew about him. She explains it isn't something to be broadcasted and no, she didn't know he had wolf-shifter blood.

After the talking is done and an awkward silence, Mikaela asks 'how are your teeth?'

And Sam is like, 'My teeth?' and Mikaela glares at Thorn who chuckles awkwardly, realizing he had forgotten to tell Sam he lost a couple canines and some molars.

Mikaela uses her claws to remove the bandages from Sam's back and right leg, and then from his head.

'Can you see? Your left eye and ear were injured in the battle.' Mikaela asks, bandages swept under her paw.

'Uh... a little but not really...' Sam answers.

'Well... I'm sorry we couldn't save your tail...' Mikaela says, 'You wouldn't have been able to move or bend it with how badly chewed/sliced up it was... how about your leg?'

'He already tried.' Thorn tells Mikaela, "That's why he screamed,"

Mikaela frowns, 'can you stand, Swift?'

'I can try,' Sam says but utterly fails to push himself onto his paws.

'Hmm... You should get some rest...' Mikaela says, 'I'll be back to check on you later.'

--That's it for now, folks. Congrats if you made it this far--

[absotivelyplushilutely]

Some thoughts/ideas about Jellycat Designs.

I wanted to talk about some design ideas and things I'd like to see more of in designs. This is just based on my personal tastes of course and not me trying to speak for everyone or trying to make demands (none of this post is, I'm just sharing thoughts).

I'd love to see more new floppy designs.

I'd also love more squishy 12-20" designs.

Pastel colours are my favourite colours. I'd particularly like some festive pastel designs.

I always love seeing Jellycats with clothes.

I think a Jellycat that looks intentionally scruffy and well loved, with visible stitching effects and patches would be so sweet (kinda like Tatty Ted but unique to Jellycat).

A bigger pigeon (similar size to Cecile Chicken but pigeony)

Some sort of one eyed creature

Mixed-up critters where they take parts of one animal or mythical creature and parts of another and put them together

A dragon like Dexter where the whole thing is fluffy but in pastel colours, they could also do one that is black but the spikes are different colours in rainbow order, the wings could be rainbow or just one rainbow colour or black, or mostly white with pastel rainbow.

They could also do more types of dragon. I'd most like to see a floppy Chinese dragon, and they could do a few colourways (white red and gold, colourful, black and white etc)

It's the year of the rabbit so some sort of new fancy bunny would be great, maybe something with beans and really big floppy ears and the "Beautifully Scrumptious" very soft type of fabric.

They could also do a few Large Bashful Bunnies with the Beautifully Scrumptious fabric in a few colours (obviously I'd like cream or white and a pastel colour, a natural colour is also a good idea I think though if there were 3 as an example.

Maybe a dog that looks like or is a bichon (because my old family dog passed away in 2022 and I'd love to have a soft Jellycat tribute).

Floppy long haired cats, the fabric on Wilf Wolf and Bo Bigfoot would be perfect for this. I like getting ones that resemble my cat or cats I loved before as tributes, so a black cat, a black and white cat, a ginger, and a brown tabby, it's actually hard to find plushies with long fur that aren't kinda solid.

A black curly dog.

Characters like the Riverside Ramblers but like farmers, so wearing dungarees and plaid and swandri and such.

Animals that look like they've been painting with little aprons or clothes with paint splats.

Bigger sleeping animals, or animals with sleeping faces don't need to be huge just a good size to cuddle.

A frowny or sad faced design (I know this could be polarising though).

A rat design that looks more like a rat.

Pig with wings.

More dinos in more colours are always welcome, I'd love parasaurolophus and ankylosaurus designs especially.

Huge Barnabus Pig.

A loris!

Possum.

Borzoi.

Palas Cat.

Marmoset.

Ferret.

Raccoon that is shaped more like a raccoon, the way they look kinda chunky but baggy in a way xD

Red Panda.

Designs inspired by yokai.

Would love more animals in the Blowzy Belle and Fuzzkin series.

More Aliens.

Sea Slugs.

That's a lot of ideas xD some are very simple but of course they'd be spread out over time I'm not saying these are ideas for this year, just ideas in general. My preference is also usually floppy so that's what I'm imagining for most of these but obviously making all of them floppy wouldn't be wise because variety is good (I wouldn't complain if all of them were big, squishy and/or floppy though xD).

Lastly here are a bunch of very quick phone doodles for ideas for Dexter-style dragons (they'd be fluffy all over like Dexter is)

Finally remembered to actually finish this up and post it.

[jacks-tracks]

But What do you DO all Day?

Here's a typical day, roughly based on this mornings action.

up at 6:30(1st light ) ,put the water on to heat while brushing and washing. Make tea, quick shave, slurp delicious fruit drink and eat granola with fruit and yogurt. Pocket my camera,some small money just in case, smear on a layer of sunscreen, put on Tevas ( best sandals ever, a zillion footsteps and some rugged trails) and a broad brimmed hat, and off to the beach.

Surfs up and dozens of wave lovers are in the water, poised for the perfect wave. Amazing how they paddle up sheer wave faces, just making the top and avoiding the crashing 10 foot waterfall. mind you they all struggled and dove under those falls to get out, which may be why they linger, waiting for the perfect wave. I suppose it's worth it, but really, when the wave comes, they rocket down the face for 2 seconds, then get boofed into the sand. I've bodysurfed a lot, and it is a rush to be on that wave face, speeding along in a cloud of spray and foam, turning to stay in the sweet spot, and hopefully pulling back before the crest breaks and dumps you in the washing machine, tumbling and rolling in the cloud of sandy foam up the beach. The more skilled boarders catch the end of the roller and slide gracefully along the declining wave, turning back just as it breaks.

Surfers are watched with interest by boarders waiting to go in, assessing the waves, and looking for the backwash pulling out from shore in a green sandy cloud for the easy route seaward. Beach bunnys are oh so casual in their skimpy swimsuits, tanned perfectly, trim bodys poised for display, never getting wet.

There are always beach walkers, headphoned, fit bitted, some strolling, some doggedly jogging, a few on phones(?) and all in the increasingly hot sun. By 9 it's very warm, and the land breeze has yet to be replaced by the seabreeze. so it's muggy. Beach dogs wrestle coconut shells, splash in the shallows, and bark at all other dogs. Many people have several dogs,and dog walking is an early morning activity. A few are on leashes, mostly running loose, with no dog fights, but a few bristling agressive standoffs. It's crop of mixed breeds here, from yappy chihuahuas, to believe it or not a Saint Bernard.Mostly the breed varied from year to year depending on who was the big dog in the backstreets. Commonly they are lab collie crosses, with one floppy ear,and lolling tongues. When the pack of homeless dogs gets too agressive, the cops go hunting. Issues of bitten tourists or mauled pets drops off. Probably less chickens rustled too.

Off the too hot beach and up into housing on the hill, where gringo palaces, alternate with cement block shacks of the locals. Vacant lots are fewer each year, and road paving replaces the washed out sand streets. There a re always a few gringo homes empty, overgrown, seemingly abandoned. Some bodys dream met the reality of Mexico. Construction continues everywhere, teams of bucket brigaders pack hand mixed cement up to second stories to fill forms. It's an odd feature, but all new construction, cement barely dry , is followed by some poor guy with a sledge hammer pounding away holes for the forgotten wiring /plumbing/ or in one case bashing out a wall to put in a door, perhaps left out of the drawing/plan. Side streets also can be the homes of small craft shops, hole in wall cafes, or tiny tiendas, all of which wither and fail for lack of custom , being hopelessly located in no traffic zones. If I'm not passing through the mercado,it's home again up the steep hillside streets, a rest at a lookout , and back to Casa Dan for a much needed cold juice.

Most mornings include a visit with neighbours, catching up on who's coming and going, best place to shop, or travel tips. Dans is a little village, happily comprised of friendly seniors. By 11 I'm up on the terraza above room 14, with the rising sea breeze and an inviting hammock.Perfect place to do blogging, Spanish lessons, or just read a book. The only drawback is that it's directly above the restaurant, and the most appetizing aromas waft up temptingly. But resisting that, i write, email, blog and contemplate.

By noon it's back to my outdoor kitchen for quesadillas or nachos, or leftovers, certainly some fruit, and probably a fresh smoothie. I make extra and give some to the staff, who greatly appreciate the treat. They would not spend money on fruit, having enough to do to keep up on tortillas, so while I do tip, a little extra goes a long way.

Depending on the day, I'll flop in the pool, do a few laps, then hit the hammock to listen to audio books, or read thrillers, or snooze? More chatting around the pool, dinner at 5, then up to the top terrace for a convivial group watching the sun go down. As darkness falls the mosquitoes rise, and it's inside the well screened room for blasting fans and netflix. Sleep by 9, and another succesful day of doing not much at all. Yesterdays highlight was a very big black scorpion in the bathroom. Having been stung, i'm very wary, and asked the office staff for advice. Anabe tried to catch it in a container for live release, but the scorpion would not cooperate so she just wadded up some toilet paper, picked up the scorpion by it's tail, and deported it out onto the street. She was very calm about it all, having been stung a few times, and had several pictures of previous catches stored on her phone, crawling on her hands and arms. The scorpion was a large specimen, overall including the coiled tail, 4 inches overall, with long lobster like claws out front and that lashing poison tipped tail aloft Gives me the creeps, but they are rarely fatal, just extremely painful.

[kiyoominous]

who's a good boy?

blurb: your beloved has been magically graced with... animal ears! and a tail to boot! i wonder how they feel about them... but most importantly, how do you feel about them?

characters: kaeya, diluc and thoma

content: fluff, crack, alcohol mention in kaeya's

author's note: i saw a similar prompt a while ago that was like this but reversed but i cannot for the life of me remember who wrote it. i'll link it when i do end up finding it! i am also going to say that i'm not an animal expert so some of the body language may be incorrect!

kaeya with bunny ears!!

the cavalry captain with bunny ears and a ball of fluff for a tail. now wouldn't that be a sight for sore eyes?

it's exactly what he deserves after absentmindedly pouring a few strange liquids into one of albedo's abandoned experiments and then drinking it afterwards.

kaeya will not shut up about them. in fact, he'd plan out his wardrobe specifically to be able to show off his new ears and tail. sure, it's not the most professional but you've got to flaunt what you've got, right?

if he catches your eyes lingering on his recently sprouted parts, he'll do anything in his power to tease you for even glancing at them in the first place. whatever, you still win anyway. kaeya will eventually cave in and let you pet them.

on one your regular visits with him to angel's share, he had a few too many to drink. as you coaxed him out of another drink, you spotted his tail wagging. only a rabbit expert would know that it was... a sign of defiance.

"another... death after noon, charles." kaeya drunkenly mumbles. in a sudden mood of contentment — or perhaps just a normal after-work thought — kaeya insisted on sojourning to the tavern for a few drinks and a laugh with his new ears and tail.

he had a few drinks, alright.

charles looks curiously at the blue-haired man, clearly wanting to avoid mixing him another glass. to his fortune, you sat right next to him making all sorts of gestures to tell him 'absolutely no more drinks.'

"sorry captain, no can do. you've downed quite a few death after noons this evening." he quickly replies.

"you're no fun, charles." the drunken man of interest sulks. the bartender simply chuckles under his breath and your laughter follows.

kaeya's bunny ears lay flat behind his head as he drowns in his sorrows, as one may dramatically put it. this is definitely not an image you'd see during the day, when he stands tall as a leader of the knights. with his ears usually perked and alert, it's cute to see him reduced to floppy ears.

as you observe his slumped figure, something catches your attention from the corner of your eye. a movement of white. your eyes follow the curvature of his back until they reach his rear, where his tail is swinging back and forth.

"charles, look." you quietly gesture to kaeya's wagging tail. "do you know what that's supposed to mean?"

"that's usually an act of rebellion, almost like he's saying 'you're not the boss of me' or something to that effect."

oh holy barbatos, spare your weary soul. you already knew your partner could be a dramatic man but to see it manifested in a flicking tail? what an affectionate stake to the heart. fawning over your boyfriend aside, there was a much bigger mission to attend to; getting his more-than-tipsy self back home.

"you're way too drunk, my love. we're going home." you whisper in his ear.

"nooooo..." his whine is accompanied with a quick flick of his tail.

"come on, let's go now."

"not... yet..." another wag from his tail.

"you have work tomorrow, kaeya." an unintelligible noise leaves his lips as his tail shakes side to side once more.

it takes a prayer to the anemo archon and the willpower of a boar to lift kaeya from the bar and then promptly dragging him out of the tavern. you shouts your thanks to charles as you walk through the door, being quick to turn to your lover. he hasn't quite passed out yet but his ear's are flopped forward this time, almost obscuring the gentle smile he's wearing on his face.

oh you are going to have a field trip with this after kaeya sobers up.

diluc with cat ears!!

cats are adorable, diluc is adorable, so the both combined would be wonderful!

a new set of ears isn't something he'd normally wake up to. he didn't eat or drink anything weird... perhaps it's delusional but something tells him that this is the work of an abyss mage.

the young ragvindr is not happy with this outcome. displeased, undignified and embarrassed are all appropriate words to describe his emotions towards his new appendages.

you, on the other hand, are so enthralled by diluc's new look. seeing the twinkle in your eyes as you pet his pointy ears makes the moment a little more bearable. only just a little though.

to humour yourself, you tried meowing at him to see if he'd return the favour. all you got back was a deadpan stare and a half-hearted huff. guess the abyss mage's spell wasn't strong enough to turn him a little more animalistic.

it's a quiet afternoon in the manor. diluc is busying himself in the love seat with another thick novel and you're lounging on the chaise next to him, watching in awe. it's quite amusing to watch him read as it is but adding cat parts to the equation? hilarious. occasionally, his ears will twitch a little and if you're lucky, his tail will swish from side to side.

his new body parts were cat-like enough but how much of a feline was he? you muse that there's no better way to get your answers than to test a hypothesis.

so, you start meowing.

you only get a few quite mewls in before diluc places his book down solely to give you an unimpressed look.

"what are you doing?" there's a discontented tone in his query. though he sounds serious, you can find a silver of mirth dancing in his eyes if you look for long enough. determined to continue your experiment, you simply shrug off his irritation with a guilty grin.

"i, uh- just wanted to see if you would meow back?" with a snap of the fingers, his huffy demeanour cracks to reveal a half-hearted eye roll and a chuckle.

"you would enjoy that a little too much, wouldn't you?"

maybe you would. maybe the sight of seeing the all-business-no-party heir of dawn winery meowing like a new born kitten would entertain you to no end.

"i don't feel anything different if that's what you're wondering. i feel normal aside from the obvious... recent growths." diluc continues. surprise may not be evident in your face — what, with the way you're still blankly observing him — but you're astonished to know that after all this time, he's picked your brain apart enough to know exactly how you'd approach his cat parts.

a gentle silence passes and diluc has yet to return to his book. his ruby reds are too busy gazing into yours to even consider picking it back up. words always have a chance to bore him but your glittering eyes never will.

perhaps this little cat situation is... less than ideal but if there's anything he could do to see your sparkling smile, he would jump at the chance to do it. even if it's at the expense of his own dignity.

diluc brings a hand to your chin and pulls you closer to him, from the comfort of the chaise to the armrest of the love seat. "so, shall i humour you with your query?"

your eyes light up and giggles begin to quietly spill from your lips.

"oh i would be honoured to hear a meow straight from the diluc ragvindr's mouth."

thoma with dog ears!!

oh, thoma with a pair of dog ears and a beautifully fluffy tail would be a sight to behold indeed.

looks like ayato managed to make a meal so terrible that a pair of furry ears and an equally fluffy tail sprouted from thoma's head and back after he ate it. oops!

to be honest, he doesn't hate them! in his words, "they don't look too bad on me!" perhaps the only drawback would be how much more obvious his emotions would be.

the only thing that truely matters to him is your reaction to them. he would most definitely eat up all the attention you're showering him in, ears twitching and tail wagging in delight.

even though he's still thoma, just with a few extra parts, he has had the urge to bark like a dog more times than he'd like to admit... please don't tell anyone though

"you know, i've always wondered how it feels to be a dog getting head pats." thoma practically thinks out loud. he's lying with you on the plush mattress you share, head sitting in your lap and the rest of him curled around himself. both of your hands have found their way to his scalp, massaging and scratching the sweet spot between his ears.

"guess you don't have to wonder anymore then." you quietly reply.

"guess not."

a five minute petting session turns into a half-hour head and ear massage too quickly. your eyes flicker towards the window of your bedroom — the sun is starting to set. crap, both of you need to start dinner now.

with a knowing sigh, you turn to the quarter dog sitting in your lap. full dog even, with the way he simply is. thoma's eyes are contently shut and his euphoria is so clearly painted on his face. oh, it would break your heart to slip your fingers from his hair. unfortunately, duty calls and both your stomachs must be served as soon as possible.

carefully, you remove your fingers from his blonde locks and quietly rise from the mattress. but before your feet can even touch the hard wood flooring, you hear a squeaky whimper. there's no need to question where it came from when thoma's hands immediately clap over his mouth.

"i won't say anything. promise." you blurt out. there's a fear in his eyes that you've never seen before.

"please don't. if ayato even catches wind of this, i'll never hear the end of it."

a solemn nod and the promise is sealed. you feel a half-smile creep on your face as you grasp onto his hands, pulling him from the bed. "come on baby, time to make dinner." you coo.

after successfully dragging him from your bedroom, thoma lazily wraps his arms around your figure and settles his head in the crook of your neck. instinctively, you reach up to pet him and he instantly nuzzles into you. oh how he made you melt. as you both waddle your way to the kitchen, you feel a cool breeze around your hips that's also accompanied by something swinging back and forth.

thoma's tail is wagging very enthusiastically.

right then and there, you decide that now you could finally die happy.

[helliontherapscallion]

Hello! Um hopefully this is ok but can you do a platonic poly relationship with tech reader and philza? And one day the reader comes over to there abode with a basket full of sweets and pastries (muffins bread ect-) also cottagecore quiet reader please she/they pronouns

Thank you! :D

(A/N): I’m back yall! Sorry I’ve been gone (in terms of writing/request doing) for so long, I just kinda lost motivation to write for a bit

Ok so you’re childhood best friends with Technoblade

You two met when you accidentally bumped into each other in the village by the sbi fam’s house

You were calmly along the cobblestone path when a cute dress in a store window caught your eye. You kept walking, but you were eyeing the dress as you walked by it. It was just your aesthetic: a vintage ruby red dress with laces tying the two sides together, a floused opening to the bottom of the dress, and puffy white sleeves. It looked like it was in your size too. It was absolutely perfect.

Just as you were about to walk into the store to check out the price, you bumped into someone and fell to the ground behind you. Looking up, you saw that the person that you bumped into was also on the ground looking at you. You saw that the boy was about your age with fair skin and long pastel pink hair tied into a messy ponytail. Peculiarly, he had small tusks poking out from his bottom lip, floppy pig ears on the top of his head, and crimson eyes. A piglin hybrid perhaps?

Feeling a small blush work it’s way onto your face, you quickly got up and held out a hand to the boy. “I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going! Are you okay? Here, let me help you up.” 

He looked at your hand for a bit before he grabbed it with his own and allowed you to haul him up to his feet. You looked him up and down scanning him for any injuries he might’ve gotten from the fall. Luckily, it didn’t look like he got hurt. The boy looked down at his feet and bent over to pick up the picnic basket and the few muffins that dropped out of it. Putting the muffins back in, he handed the basket back to you with a small smile and a blush of his own.

“It’s really no problem, I’m fine so it’s no harm done. Actually,” he chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, “I wasn’t looking where I was going either. I got distracted by that sword in the window.” He pointed with a thumb over his shoulder at the armory shop next to the dress shop. In the window was a shining golden sword glimmering in the bright sunlight. If you squinted, you could see a sign that said that it had a high level fire aspect and looting enchantments. 

“Well, it looks really pretty. I don’t know much about swords, so maybe you could tell me about them? I’m (y/n),” you gave him a small smile and stuck out your hand once more. He shook it with a grin, “Technoblade.”

That was the start of a beautiful friendship with him and his family

You met Philza, his father

The avian was extremely excited and happy that his quietest son finally made a new friend

He treated you like you were his own daughter

You might as well be a part of the family with how much you came over to babysit Tommy or to just relax with Techno

You always bring over a basket of baked treats/pastries whenever you came over

Lemme just say, the family feasted and always fought over the last one

When you started to come over at least once a day for a bit with a basket full of sweets, Philza had to pull you aside and ask you to slow down a bit with the treats

“Hey (y/n) could I actually talk to you for a second?”

“Sure! Tech, I’ll be out in a sec.” The piglin hybrid curtly nodded and walked out the back door to the backyard. You smiled at Philza before you set the basket down onto the table and started to put the rolls onto a plate.

“I know it’s not much today, I didn’t have much time yesterday to bake.”

“That’s fine, but it’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” Internally, you began to panic slightly. Oh Ender, you didn’t do anything bad did you? You couldn’t think of anything you did wrong. In fact, you actively avoided any wrongdoing or talking to strangers. Oh no, were you accidentally rude to someone?

“You aren’t in trouble,” he smiled lightly when he saw you slump in relief, “I was just wondering why you always bring over baked things. Don’t get me wrong, they’re delicious and we really appreciate that you take the time to make us things, but we kinda have a little too much. Maybe slow down a bit with bringing them over?”

You felt an embarrassed blush spread across your face as you nodded and put all your focus into transferring the bread rolls over to the plate. “Sorry Phil, I just bake whenever I’m stressed or bored and I just have a lot left over after I give some to my family.”

“And that’s completely valid! Just maybe don’t bring over so much, breaking up the fights with Tommy, Wil, and Tech just gets a bit much at times,” he grinned and clapped a hand over your shoulder.

As the years passed, you and Techno only grew closer

You taught Techno how to do meticulous neat braids in his hair while in turn he taught you some self defense

Mans makes sure you can properly and efficiently wield a sword and shoot a bow and arrow 

Poor guy can’t lose another friend

When he moves to the tundra, he invites you to live with him but you reluctantly refuse

You had Tommy and Wilbur to look after in L’manberg

Being pissed at Schlatt when he exiles them

Following them into exile leaving behind shocked Manbergians 

They didn’t think you were capable of the screaming, let alone such profanity

Practically launching yourself at Techno when he agrees to helping Pogtopia

Him making sure that the withers don’t harm you, even going as far as hitting them and luring them away from you

Staying with Techno after L’manberg is reinstated under Tubbo’s rule

Starting to dislike leadership and governments in general after Tommy gets exiled (again)

Convincing Technoblade to let Tommy stay with you two

Absolutely hating governments when the Butcher Army places Philza under house arrest and rolls up to your guys’ house and takes Techno and Carl

They lock you in the house, but you pick the lock with the bobby pin you kept the bandana pinned to your hair with 

You follow them to L’manberg and break down when you see the anvils crashing down onto Techno

Screaming profanities at the Butcher Army and taking out your sword to attack them not noticing when Techno runs away safely

Philza watching everything from the balcony and cheering you on

You almost take away one of Fundy’s (whom you considered to be your nephew until the whole Butcher Army incident) lives before you feel a sword slice your arm and an arrow shooting its way through your thigh

Turning, you gave Tubbo and Ranboo the fiercest glare you could as you were standing over a half-dead Fundy with a sword dripping blood hanging at your side

You, the soft spoken and sweet one that gave everybody baked goods wherever you went, screaming profanities at the festival and the execution was scary enough, but this?

Absolute nightmare fuel, gonna stick in their minds for a long time

You attempt to fight them but you lose and end up with injuries too severe for you to continue fighting

Philza being the one to yell at you to go home to the tundra telling you that Techno’s alive bc of a totem of undying 

You felt kinda stupid after that, Technoblade never dies (you often half joked that he was immortal like Philza)

You limp home and get met with a bone crushing uncharacteristic hug from Techno

He patches you up after reassuring you that the blood on him wasn’t his (he tells you about the duel in great detail)

In turn you tell him about your 3 v 1 duel, feeling a bit dejected bc you ended up losing

Him being literally so proud of you for facing 3 people at once, but also scolding you slightly for going into it blindly

When Philza moves in, everything feels complete and fulfilled (at least to you)

You help Philza clean and dress his damaged wing

Also helping him do some physical therapy so that he could at least move it

Comforting him whenever he felt down about not being able to fly again

You invite him and Techno to cook with you and it surprisingly ends up better than you expected it to be

When Tommy betrays Techno, you and Philza end up being the only ones he could fully trust (later slowly adding Niki and Ranboo to the mix when The Syndicate is formed)

You are Harpocrates when The Syndicate is formed due to your quiet nature

Philza and Techno fully 100% supporting your decision of not wanting to reveal your identity

At the second meeting you show up with a full mask covering your face and the opposite of what you normally wore (more of a grunge type beat)

Only communicating in nods and writing at meetings, living up to your nickname

You never reveal your identity to Niki or Ranboo

Pleasant late night conversations around the fire with hot chocolate and your baked goods

Techno still lets you braid his hair (sometimes you even put flowers in it) from time to time

You braid Philza’s hair when it gets too long

Braid chains when yall get too bored? Hell yeah 

Ultimately, you three become a strong family unit (goals)

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[downywrites]

Did I post this before?…Birb can’t remember.

Purpled plays a game of bedwars with Techno, but gets a little over his head with it. (ah shit, here we go again)

He swung his legs back and forth on one of Hypixel’s waiting benches, watching players fight and quarrel on the islands in the distance. The feeling of the splintering wood underneath him made him wince as he shifted a bit.  Purpled sighed, leaning his head on his hands. Notch, I’m so bored. Why does everyone suck today? He felt a tug of temptation to join them, to slaughter them with the edge of his sword and the silver spark of his witty remarks. He waved it off, shaking his head a little. I can’t do that, not today. I’m waiting for him. Him...His eyes unfocused, thinking about the man he was to spar with today. Technoblade. He’s well-lauded and all that, but is he really that good? I mean, I know he was good back in the day, but things are different. So different. He focused back to see one of the people on the island getting yelled at. He leaned in, looking at the player closely. Noticing an illegal weapon on him, he shook his head, tutting quietly. “Jeez, you’d think that they would know to not cheat in such a public place.” A rough, ragged voice spoke up behind him. “You’d think so. They ain’t that smart, though.”

He yelped, turning to look at the offender. Purple eyes met crimson. Purpled jumped off the bench, stumbling a little bit. “W-wha? How did you get here so fast? I didn’t-” “Hear me? Of course you wouldn’t hear me. I prefer not to be heard, Purpled. That’s the warrior’s way.” After his brief startle, he collected himself almost immediately, looking at the hulking piglin hybrid up and down. The two of them were very close to one another- he could hear the heavy breathing of the warrior and the small snuffling noises he was making in between breaths. He glanced at his face for a moment, a sudden wave of shyness overcoming his usually witty and snarky personality. He stuttered a little as he spoke. “S-so! How did you get all this gold? I thought you couldn’t bring in things you didn’t find from Hypixel.”

The bigger of the two grinned a little, tusks shining an off-white in the sunlight. “I found it here too. Got them from unlucky people who got in my way. They were annoying anyways. Shouldn’t have waved gold in the piglin’s face.” He pointed towards the bedwars pedestal. “Are we going to do this or what?” The younger bedwars player’s mind swirled in confusion. What was he saying? Was he being sarcastic? Mocking? Completely neutral? Dear Notch, I have no clue what he’s thinking. He took an uncertain step towards the statue. More important question. Do I like him? Should- “We can back out if you want. It just means I have a little less blood for me later.” He snapped out of his little trance, looking at the piglin in a mix of annoyance and challenge. The pink-haired warrior dug out something from underneath his nails, leaning on the statue in a pose of pure apathy. He looked at the younger with a look of bored expectancy, a look that he had seen on himself in the mirror on particularly dreary days. He bristled a little, but he knew that it probably wasn’t on purpose. The guy is supposedly not the best at social cues. I’ll just have to bear with it. Bear with it, bear with it…

He gritted his teeth a little. “Yeah, we’ll do this. Let’s go.” He stalked up to the statue, ready to tap it, before a ring-encrusted hand grabbed his wrist. “Before we do.” He held up a small modded enchant book. “Asked the mods if we could do a private, modded match. Makes it more fun.” Purpled snorted, a bit of his normal snarkiness showing through again. “Need a little boost? No probs. Seems fine to me.” Techno grinned again, showing the bottom rows of his teeth in a minorly intimidating gesture. “Whatever you say, kid. Just telling you, this may be one of the more dangerous bonding activities we can do.”

The younger ignored his statement, tapping the statue and setting up a new private match. “Dangerous for you,” he muttered, purple irises flicking back and forth as he read how to add in the mod. Snorting, Techno kneeled down, chains swinging back and forth as he moved. A specific one that hung from his tusk and connected to a clip on his ear caught the boy’s eye. Their eyes met, purple gazing at crimson with the intensity of a man who had seen the furies of war. Techo looked back at the boy with no such idea in mind. He gestured towards the statue. “Ready?” Purpled nodded, eager to begin. His mind whirred to life again, immediately planning out his modes of attack against the piglin. I know this will be hard, but I really, really want to win against him! I heard from Tommy that he was good, but how good? Man, I sure hope that he does something really different than the others!

Techno looked in amusement at the boy. I’m guessing he’s already planning. What did I expect? He is a bedwars player, after all. The thing is, he doesn’t know what the mod that I installed does. He herded the boy, who was certainly still very lost in thought, towards the statue, tapping it on its cap-covered head. As the two warped, Purpled yelped in surprise at the noise. “What?” He looked up at the piglin in astonishment, landing on both feet and stumbling a little as he touched the ground. Techno simply shrugged from across the map, hoping the boy could see him. They both stepped into their respective pickup areas, items making small noises as they picked up the valuables from the ground. Purpled, humming with excitement, was chomping at the bit to get to Techno. I’m not sure if he remembers, but speed is key here. I’ve got to get to mid fast!

He scooped up the gold and iron frantically, running over to the shopkeeper and exchanging items with him quickly. As he ran, he dropped iron bars here and there, making the man snort a little at the bedwars player. He whispered to the other shopkeepers through the corner of his mouth. “That one’s always in a rush, ain’t he? Eccentric one, mi lads. If ya haven’t seen ‘im around, ya missing out. Always got the most fascinatin’ stories to tell in the lounge, ya know.” As the boy ran, placing blocks quickly, he looked out to the piglin’s island, expecting some movement. Nothing. As he reached middle, he gathered the emeralds carefully, glancing out to the island again and again. Nothing. He walked back to his island, whistling a tune. He armored himself and gathered materials. When he peeked out at the island, once again, he saw no activity. No defense, no nothing.

“What is he doing?” He wondered aloud. “What kind of strategy is that?” He walked out fully, looking around in confusion. The second he stepped near to his bed defense, the sound of fabric rustling reached his ears. A pink and red blur pounced on him, pinning him to the slanted fabric. “Gotcha.” A low voice purred beside his ear. The sound of his voice made him shiver. “W-what? How did-” Techno shushed him, continuing to pin the boy to his defense.

Realizing his lack of movement, the astonished boy began to struggle in his hold, pushing against him as much as he could from his pinned position. The piglin growled lowly, pushing him further onto the fabric, his chains hanging over the boy’s neck and ears as he did so. One of the chains, specifically the one that he had his eyes on earlier, scraped ever so slightly over Purpled’s neck, dragging gently over his collarbone. He yelped, struggling a little more to avoid the sensation. Technoblade raised an eyebrow at his reaction. “Oh? Are you ticklish? Didn’t hear Phil tell me ‘bout that.” He stared at the pinned boy beneath him, making him turn away and blush a soft pink. “I-I’m not.” Techno grinned, shifting a little so the chain moved over his neck again. Purpled scrunched up his neck a little, giggling lightly, before looking straight at Techno with wide eyes. “Ihihit’s nohot what it looks like! There was- ack!” The piglin scooped him up with both arms, cradling him lightly, before moving towards the middle of the islands.

With every step he took, Purpled could feel the power and speed in his movements. At one point, he stopped at a large gap, looking down at the void below. The void sparkled lightly, beckoning the two of them into its cold embrace. The piglin stared as if he was entranced, looking at the sparkles for a few minutes too long. Purpled began to wriggle, hoping that the hybrid wouldn’t notice his movements. Techno seemed to pay him no heed, staring at the (decidedly gold-looking) sparkles down below. As he moved, he noticed a small little movement, catching his eye in an instant. Freezing in place, he looked for the movement again, heart in his throat. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Techno’s ear, a little floppy triangle nestled deep in the man’s ponytail, twitch ever so slightly. Purpled sighed lightly in relief, moving to hop out of the piglin’s arms. I thought that was a larger part of him. If it was, I’d be-

One of the hands that held him shifted slightly, making his breath hitch slightly. He looked to his side to see one of his hands shift to keep him pinned in his grasp. “No escaping. Not on my watch.” A large hand grabbed at his side, making him squeak a little. “Oh? Did my little captive just squeak? I thought you weren’t ticklish.” He grabbed at his side again, listening for the telltale squeak. He grinned at the high-pitched giggle he got in response, finally snapping himself out of his daze fully and looking straight at the flustered boy in his arms. “C-captive? I’m a captive?” Ignoring his stuttering protests, the piglin gently squeezed at the boy’s sides, making him squirm and giggle. “Hehehey! Stohop!” “A person who isn’t ticklish wouldn’t say that, would they? I think you might be a little bit of a liar. And you know how liars get punished in our household?” Purpled pushed himself away from his hand as much as he could. “Hohohow?” His hand grabbed firmly at his side, vibrating lightly. “TehehehECHNO!” He leaned down a little bit more, whispering as well as he could into the younger’s ear. “We tickle them.”

The bedwars player would have paled, if his blood would cooperate. Instead, warmth flushed into his face and cheeks as he giggled and pushed at the hand half-heartedly. He knew better than to attempt to escape the piglin, especially since he had seen the man follow that beanie-wearing bird hybrid across the SMP. He had seen just how fast Techno could go. There’s no way out of this, is there? I should have known that he was up to no good. The warrior in question began to move to his own base, hopping from place to place with ease. As the gentle winds buffered at his face, he unconsciously buried his face deeper into Techno’s chest, making the man smile. Why is he so cute? The voices, for once (or twice) in his life, agreed with him readily. E. Technosoft? Technoprotect. Purpled is so cute, aww… He placed blocks as he went, bridging with ease and jumping from area to area as if he was practicing parkour. Maybe this kid wouldn’t be that bad of an addition to the family.. No. I have enough people as it is. As he thought, the boy shifted in his arms, looking up at him with wide eyes. “M-Mr. Techno? Uh..are we there yet?” He looked down to meet his eyes, melting a little at the sight of the kid. “We’re almost there, Purpled.” He ignored the voices’ plea to call him by a nickname or something equally embarrassing.

Come on, Techno. Don’t be a party pooper.

Blood god is soft aww-

Nope. He shook his head, trying to ignore the voices as best he could. Not soft at all. Once he felt the smooth stone of his base below his hooves, he placed the boy on the bed, trusting him not to break it. (Not that he would care, anyways. Technoblade never dies, and that’s a fact.)

He loomed over him, staring down at him. Purpled shrunk away from his stoic gaze, flushing a little more. “Why dihid you bring me here?” Techno smirked from his vantage point, gold-encrusted tusks twinkling like stars among an ebony sky. He leaned down, putting both of his arms on the two sides of the bed, ruffling the sheets gently. “I was told to do a bonding activity with you. And the one that seems to work the best with everyone is tickling them.” Purpled giggled a bit at the word, squirming a bit in excitement fear. “B-but, you said-” “We’d play a game of bedwars? We’re currently on a map, with the same things and circumstances as a bedwars game. Same difference.” He punctuated his words with a quick jab to the boy’s sides, grinning at the resulting squeak. “St-stop! Dohon’t do that!”

Techno ignored him, placing one of his hands over the other’s stomach. He let it rest there, hand and wrist heavy on his tum. Purpled, looking down at the hand from his position, whimpered a little, secretly wanting him to start already. He wasn’t used to this sort of waiting game with virtually anything. But a small part of him was enjoying the slow-paced teasing. After all, it’s not like he gets a lot of time to slow down and relax, after all. He just didn’t expect this hulking piglin to be the one to make him take a chill pill. He tried to slow his breathing, shoulders shuddering lightly as he did so. Techno noticed, corners of his mouth quirking up a bit at the cute sight of the purple-clad boy trying his best to relax his shoulders. “Is something the matter?” he teased, shifting his hand ever-so-slightly from its position on his quivering belly. He squeaked quietly, ears turning a slight shade of red. “I-Its nothing!” He refrained from telling the piglin that he was resting his hand on one of his most sensitive spots. The less he knows, the better.

Techno was unimpressed by his reaction, quirking one wine-colored eyebrow shifting upwards. “Nothing, you say? And what if I do this?” He rubbed lightly over the boy’s stomach, moving in a slow, almost lazy circle. Instantaneously, his ears were blessed by Purpled’s small, bubbly giggles. “Nohoho! Dohohon’t!” Instead of speeding up and ruthlessly wrecking him, the piglin continued to rubs languidly over his tum, wondering how much of the light teasing the usually fast-moving player would be able to handle. The voices agreed with his methods, but stayed unusually quiet.

Tease slow.

Hah, Technoslow.

Technoslow? He ignored the slight ribbing, choosing to whisper quiet teases and rub at him some more. Purpled continued to giggle away, flushing lightly under his scrutinizing gaze. What is he thinking? He’s so serious. Also, is he going to speed up or what? He was beginning to get more and more flustered as he continued to rub the same spot at the exact same speed. He squirmed lightly, trying to push his stomach into his hand, but he pulled away just as much, snorting quietly in mirth. “Getting impatient are we?” “I’m not impatient, you’re just going so slow-” “Want me to go faster? With pleasure.” Techno’s gold-encrusted fingers dug lightly into his ticklish tummy, making the boy yelp and giggle louder. “Ehehehe, Tehehehechno…”

He turned his head away from him, trying to avoid eye contact in his embarrassment. “Is your tum a little bit ticklish, hm? That’s so cute.” Purpled curled up a little bit at that, shaking his head. “Nohohot cuhuhute!” The piglin quickly darted his hand underneath his hoodie, scratching lightly at the sensitive skin on his belly. His laughter went up an octave, bubbly giggles morphing to full blow laughter. “Tehehehechno! Yohohohou- dohohohON’T-”

“Don’t what? Do this?” He traced the outside of the boy’s navel, watching as the boy squirmed and flushed a brighter shade of red. “Yeheheheah! Thahahat!” Techno grinned and sped up his circling, making the boy squeal. “Do that? Alright, Purpled. Whatever you say, kiddo.”

“NoHO, IHIHI SAHAHAID DOHOHON’T!” The piglin pulled his hoodie up fully, exposing his quivering tummy, and nuzzled his face and snout onto the boy’s exposed skin, fluffy cheeks and face making the nuzzles almost torturous to the flustered lee. Purpled all but shrieked, hands flying to Techno’s face and pushing at him as best he could. “NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEASE!” The boy, flustered as he was, felt a smattering of butterflies in his stomach, ready to take flight. “You like that, kid?” Purpled couldn’t bring himself to say no, nodding through his boisterous laughter. The warrior smiled, nuzzling deeper into the hysterical boy’s tum. “Hey Purpled, what’s your favorite fruit?” Purpled cocked his head a little, confused. “Whahahahat dohoho yohohohou mehehean?” Techno grinned. “Because my favorite fruits are raspberries.” As Techno lifted his head from his tum, he inhaled sharply, before blowing a large raspberry on the prostrate boy’s stomach.

Purpled shrieked, wiggling and pushing at the piglin’s head in hysteria. “EEE! TEHEHECHNOHOHO!” “Yes, Purpled?” “S-SWIHIHITCH SPOHOHOTS!” He quickly shifted to his sides, squeezing and tasering lightly. Almost immediately, his laughter calmed down a little. “Better, kiddo?” “Yehehehes...Th-thahahanks…” The boy flushed from beneath him, looking away from him bashfully. Techno smiled softly at the purity of the kid. He’s so soft and small, isn’t he? Always one to rely on tactics more than brute strength. It’s kind of cute, actually. As he poked and prodded the squirming boy’s sides, he heard a noise akin to a small chirp come out of the boy's mouth. Purpled slapped his hands to his mouth, eyes widening in shock.

Techno slowed down a bit more, prodding at the same spots in an attempt to elicit the same reaction. When he poked a specific spot right beside his ribs, he chirped again, a soft sound that certainly didn’t match with his laughter and stood out like a sore thumb to Techno’s sensitive ears. “Are you a bird hybrid?” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Purpled’s facial expression freeze. “No, no I’m not.” “You’re not? Are-” “No. I’m not.” The voice that came out of his mouth seemed robotic, cold, completely different from his normal voice. No teasing or sass tinted his voice. Why is he lying about this? Did someone teach him to do this?

He shifted his hands to his back, feeling for the joints of his wings carefully. He sucked in a breath when he felt wing-binding bandages instead of feathers. “Who did this to you? Who-” “I did.” He looked at his face in shock. “Why would you do this to yourself?” He felt his heart sink into his boots. Purpled’s stony face revealed nothing about his inner emotional state, simply repeating what he had said before in a eerily monotone voice. “I did.” Internalized trauma? I knew there was a reason Phil wanted me to ‘bond’ with him. Jeez, he really needs to tell me what I’m looking for. This is getting ridiculous. Techno gently groped for the end of the binds, loosening them with small, deft movements. Purpled made no move to stop him, blankly staring at him as if he saw nothing. As if he saw nothing and everything at the same time. As if he was stuck in time, he made no noise, not moving from his stock-still position. The warrior’s concern rose as he continued to unwind the binds, weak, dilapidated wings flopping out from their restraints.

Do they even have muscles anymore? That’s going to take quite a while to strengthen. Damn, how long has Purpled bound his wings like this? He poked at one gently, stopping immediately when the boy inhaled sharply at his touch. He knew better than to attempt to help on his own. “I need to get you to Phil. Are you okay with that?” Purpled made no effort to answer him, continuing to stare into space. The voices supplied him with info to fill the gaps.

He’s disassociating.

E.

Kill?

No kill.

His wings are done for.

He shook his head. No, I’m not going to let him lose his wings. Phil and I can still help him, as long as he cooperates. Even though his voices continued to tell him that there was a low chance of giving him back the ability to fly, he scooped the boy up, running over to the exit portal as quickly as he could. He darted through the crowds of people, ignoring the looks that he got in return. He typed in the coordinates he needed to warp to, heart in his throat. This is serious. His wings look as if he hasn’t unbound them for weeks. Did someone force him to do it? Was he on an abusive SMP? So many questions, too little time.

The second the portal let him into the SMP, he pushed through the snow with the urgency of a husky returning home, snow crunching merrily in stark contrast with the flurry of emotions in Techno’s chest. He slammed the door open, hoping that he didn’t break the doorframe in the back of his mind, before calling for Phil. “Phil! Purpled!” Philza climbed down the ladder, smile freezing at the sight of the boy’s emaciated wings. “Oh shit.”

He slid down the rest of the ladder, hopping off with practiced ease. Rushing over to the two of them, he hurriedly scooped up the limp boy, hurrying him to the medical area of the house. He placed the boy down on a medical table, belly down, and took a proper look at the state of the boy’s weakened wings. He pulled one out to its full extension, wincing at the way it moved. He halfheartedly tried to preen the remaining feathers on the wings, gasping quietly as a few feathers came out with the slightest touch. Techno stood to the side, fiddling with his armguards and chains. After a few minutes of horrified silence from the duo, Philza’s strained voice, usually calm and cool under pressure, rang out, echoing slightly in the sterilized area.

“His wings are really weakened. I’m not sure if we can help him.” Techno grunted at that. “No.” Phil turned to look at him fully, surprised. “What do you mean, ‘no’? I can’t-” “I didn’t decide to bond with this small child, try to learn everything about his likes and dislikes, and run with him in my arms across the whole of hypixel for him to lose his wings.” Techno gently pulled out the boy’s wing, tracing a single finger on the areas where muscle should be. He heard a little giggle come from the boy, making him smile a little.

“We can make this work. First things first, I think we need to teach the boy how to be okay with the way he looks. He’s been the one binding, after all.” Philza, still shocked at the idea that Techno made an actual bond with the small, hoodie-wearing bedwars player, nodded slowly, charm string on his bucket hat bouncing slightly. “H-he’s been binding? He was the one binding it?” Techno made no move to answer that. He flipped the boy over onto his back, being very careful of his wings. He began to shake the kid softly, trying to make him snap out of his daze...was it still a daze? He looked at him closer, confused. Could he be asleep? Poking gently at his cheek, he tried to rouse him again, only getting a soft snore in response. Oh yeah, he’s asleep. The voices spoke up again, drowning out all reasonable thought for a moment.

Kill him.

Liability.

No, don’t do that.

Syndicate?

E.

Blood for the blood god.

Kill, kill, kill-

“Stop.” He shook his head, trying to clear his head. “I’m not killing him. No.” “Voices acting up again?” He nodded, not attempting to look at his friend in the eyes, lest he loses focus on his train of thought. Boots click softly on the floor, and suddenly, he feels a warm, comforting blanket of pressure wrap around him. He struggled to control his breathing, shoulders shuddering. The wing wrapped around him curled around him, squeezing him comfortingly. The noise of the voices continued to whisper, making him shiver. I need to control them. I’m not killing him. Phil moved closer to him, trilling at the larger one of the two. “Hey, hey. Listen to me, okay? Techno. You’re fine.” He continued to speak to the man, hoping desperately that he would snap out of it soon.

At this rather inopportune moment, Purpled began to stir, shifting around a little. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up with one arm, yawning a little. “W-wha?” He looked around blearily, confused by the unknown area. His eyes widened a little when he saw Techno, grinning sleepily. Unknowing of the dilemma going on in his head, he moved into the piglin’s line of sight. “Hey, Techno. Thanks for helping me.” He smiled at him, giving him the most charming smile he could .Didn’t want him to be mad at him, no? I mean, this is probably his house. As he looked, he realized that the person beside him had wings too. He looked at the other man, tilting his head slightly in puzzlement. “W-who are you?” He recognized him from the parties and hangouts the SMP would do, but knew nothing else about the man. He’d never seen his wings, either. Did he bind, too?

Techno snapped out of his daze, looking down at the young avian. He grinned back at the kid. “Hey. Good to see you’re awake.” Purpled stared at the older avian’s wings in wonder. He blurted out, “Your wings are so big and pretty, mister...uh…” “Philza.” Phil was already charmed by the little one of the trio. He’s so small! I kind of want to keep him...nope. Not doing that. I already have enough adopted children. Even as he thought that, he continued to internally coo at that younger one, tilting his head at the same angle as the boy. “We need to take care of your wings, mate. You think you can let us do that?” Purpled flinched lightly at the word, but tried his best to stay still. They are trying to help me...right?

Against his better judgement, he queried, “B-but..why do I need my wings, Mr. Philza, Mr.Techno? Why can’t I just...do without? They’re not very useful anyways.” He pulled out one of them with his hands, wincing at the feeling of limp flesh shifting as he did so. “It’s not like I can fly with them.” Philza gently grabbed at the other wing, tracing over the wing structure. Purpled giggled slightly, trying to stay still for the elder. He poked at a certain mass at the very edge of the crook, pointing at it. “Can you feel this? This is one of the last muscles to erode. As long as you have that muscle, you should be able to fly again, with some work.”

Purple eyes widened in shock. “But- I thought- I thought I couldn’t fly? Ever?” “Nah, kid.” He poked at the mass again, smiling at him. “You can.” He felt liquid burn underneath his eyes. He blinked, trying to keep the tears back. Through his tear-blurred vision, he saw Philza smile at him. “We can make it happen kid.” Techno piped up for the first time in quite a while, snorting angrily. “And whoever told you you can’t fly is going to get a personal visit from me and my axe of peace.” He pulled out a shining netherite axe, tapping it lightly on the side of the table.

Purpled laughed, a watery sound that made both of the elders stir to life, ready to hug him. But he waved it off, swiping off the tears with practiced (almost too practiced) ease. He stuttered slightly, warmth and gratefulness seeping into his voice like heat from a hot chocolate into a pair of cold hands in the wintertime. “T-thank you.” He moved to hug Philza, grabbing at the man and sobbing into his shirt. Phil pat his back, rubbing soothing circles into them. “Of course, kid.” Techno moved closer, dropping the axe on the floor with a clatter and wrapping his arms around the two of them. “Group hug,” he deadpanned, snuggling into the two and effectively squashing the smallest in between the two of them. Purpled made no move to escape the duo, chirping happily.

The house was silent. The three of them basked in the soft, warm feeling of being loved. Unfortunately, no such peace ever stays intact. With a loud bang, Tommy slammed the door open. “What’s up, motherfuckers!” He sauntered into the room, grin freezing on his face at the look of surprise on Purpled’s face. “Oh...hello.” Purpled smiled at him, too happy to be disturbed by the rambunctious kid. Tommy speed-walked past them, not trying to disturb them anymore. Muffled by the layers of fabric and feathers, Phil quipped lightly, “Any more things to disturb the hug?” Techno huffed. “I mean, if you wanted to know...I did find out that Purpled’s ticklish.”

Purpled’s heart stopped. Oh crap. “No, hehe...let’s not talk about that…” “Nah, I think we should talk about it. It’s real interestin’...” The youngest scrambled to escape the duo’s grasp, only to be grabbed by the hood of his hoodie. Philza pulled him back, grinning. “Oh no, you don’t.” He turned to look at Techno, smiling as the two of them untangled themselves. He scooped up the younger, poking at his ribs as he did so. “Ready for round two, kiddo? I want to find out all of your spots myself.” “NohoHO!” Techno stood back, crossing his arms with a slight smile. I guess some things do end up turning out right after all. He leaned back, watching the other two have their fun. And all was calm outside the house of the syndicate...except, you know...literally everything. But that’s a story for later.

[vannybarber]

Put Some Respect On My Name!

Summary: As a wife and a mother to the kids of this asshole, respect is the one thing you better be recieving from him...after some good 🍆 of course. That's number one right there.😏

Ransom Drysdale x Black Reader

BIG ASS PLOT

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Pregnant¡Reader, swearing, insults, angst, mentions of cheating, SMUT, breeding kink, spanking, oral (female receiving), praise kink, unprotected sex, mentions of religion, threats of violence (nothing extreme).

So here your are. Sitting on you and Ransom's shared California King bed looking at his friend, Derek's Instagram story, disappointed and angry. But mostly angry. Some nasty ass trick is sitting on your baby daddy's lap. Her loppy floppy tits out with a drink in hand and him drinking a Moscato, the one beverage he loved to order everytime he went out.

Last year for New Year's, you had to stop him from ordering more or else you were going to be cleaning him up after puking everywhere at midnight instead of getting a kiss to start off another year.

Your two year old daughter was in her playroom across the hall making a mess with her toys. Usually you'd be down there playing with her but your swollen stomach done prohibited you from doing a lot of things now. But it most definitely ain't stop you from getting what you want from Ransom every day and night. Nothing could ever stop you guys from getting yo freak on. Nothing.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale is most definitely an asshole and you're not gonna sit here and lie, acting like he completely changed when you guys came together. That boy still has his moments, but of course, it would be a chilly ass day in hell before you sit there and take his bullshit. He been learned that.

At this point ,you were thinking of ways to get on his ass about it when he comes home. Should you get the bat and wait at the door on some Beyonce shit ? Or put some bleach in his Fruit Loops like Cardi the next day ? Those sounded a lot better than what you decided to do. You were gonna wait till he got back home and calmly confront him on it, regardless of what your hormones wanted. 6 months pregnant and anger do not go together. You're WAAAAY more vulnerable and bound to do anything now. So you just watch your daughter brush her baby doll, hitting her on the head cause she won't sit still, rubbing your bump and wait for him to come home.

You hear shuffling downstairs and keys hitting the bowl by the front door. His big head home now and you're beyond ready.

You check the time and it's 2:46 am. You been put your child to sleep hours ago. You were just watching Wild N' Out to pass the time, thinking of how you were gonna start off without making yourself even more mad. The baby nor you need any of that. You were internally praying he was gonna get his ass over here soon cause your ass knocked out for a little bit. You were sleepy as hell right now.

Hearing those expensive ass Chelsea boots hit the sleek stairs and up to the second floor, you woke the fuck up real quick. You stay quiet and watch him walk in your daughters room and check on her. You can see with the nightlight him smile and rub her brown cheek with the back of his forefinger, whispering inaudible words to her. Fuck him and his adorable ass.

He bends back up straight and walks out her room closing the door a little and make his way across the hall to your room. He sees you and your pregnant state in your white tube top and grey booty shorts. Simple yet the baddest bitch he's ever laid eyes on and ever will. He smiles while locking eyes with you and all you do is narrow yours back at him getting upset all over again, regardless of the sweet previous moment shared with your baby girl.

He gives you a 'what the hell ?' look and comes over to give you a kiss but you jerk your head back with the stank face and a 'boy move out my face' quietly leaving your mouth. Now he's REALLY confused.

"Mama, what's wrong with you?"

You look at him like he just asked you to get on your knees and bark like a dog.

"What's wrong with me? You really asking that?" raising your voice on the second question.

Technically, he has the right to ask, being that he doesn't know what you know. He probably doesn't even know that Derek was recording him and that broad. Nor does he know that you texted Derek to keep recording him so you know nothing escalates.

Call it what you want, but you know how your man is. He's immature and irresponsible as HELL. If something had popped off that really threatened y'all's relationship, you would've been in that bar with your child on your right hip, earphones in her ear and tablet in hand, cussing him and that girl out.

"You wanna tell me how your night went?" You tilt your head asking sweetly, with a drop of sarcasm. You truly are a petty ass piece of work. And you love it.

"Just get to the point Y/N. The fuck did I do this time ?" At this point he's now visibly annoyed. But you ain't care. This situation is on his part. Y'all could've had a nice night, fucking while Big City Greens playing in the background on the T.V. eventually waking your child up cause you loud as hell, but nooooo. That ain't happening now.

You grab your phone and open back up Instagram, Marta popping up on your feed with Harlan reading a book. You like it and search up Derek's @ then click his story. You flip through countless tabs until you see the man-child standing in front of you, on the screen. You motion him over to the bed.

"Come here, asswipe."

He rolls his eyes, but moves them feets anyway. You turn your phone to him and let the video play. You watched it about a thousand times so you know exactly when it ends. After it does you pull the phone back in your lap and give him a questioning look.

Sometimes it's hard to read his expressions and this was one. It was a mix of slight guilt and double the annoyance. He backs up and stands back at the end of the bed, arms crossed.

"Really? This why you're upset?"

You swear you almost slapped him. And this time you couldn't blame the hormones because it was gonna be ALL YOU. You take a deep breath and lean your back against the cushion headboard.

"I KNOW you did not just ask me that as if I ain't supposed to be bothered by the fact that my husband got some random woman on his lap while I'm at home with his daughter and his growing child."

You deadass don't believe him right now. He really pressing you as if he don't know how you get when you're angry, especially while pregnant.

"My feet hurt. I am TIRED. I can't even move for more than 5 minutes without getting sick and having to sit down. The you come at me with this bullshit" you continue. "What the hell is wrong with you ?"

He just deadpans you. And you stare at his ass right back. You not playing right now.

"Y/N, you never get upset when I go out with my buddies and get hammered." He's flapping his arms around raising his voice at every word.

"What is the big deal now? It's fucking late and you're doing all this right now. What the hell?"

You gather the strength and get out the bed to close the bedroom door cause you about to go AWF.

Getting back on the bed fully sitting up and supporting your own weight, you tie your butterfly braids up in ponytail.

"Listen, you raggedy shitball,"

It's about to go down. You adjust yourself, ready to release the wrath.

"I don't give a damn how late it is. You know better than to go out and let some bitch get close up on you like that. Were you even thinking about me or your kids while she was on you? The fuck was going through your mind? Oh wait, I forgot. You don't fucking think. You have to actually have a damn brain."

"Raggedy shitball? Real mature, babe. Real fucking mature." He says rolling his eyes, finally getting his shoes off and putting them under the chair were his scarf and coat are draped over.

You continue with your rant.

"Ironic for you to comment on maturity, Hugh."

Yep, that's right. You said it. You called him by his ugly ass first name. Linda and Richard must've been out they damn mind naming him that shit. He whipped his head around, any sense of expression just completely wiping from his face. Perfect. Just the reaction you wanted.

"Don't call me that." He stated, pure disgust in his words. To be honest, you don't even blame him. But like stated before, you petty as hell.

"Hugh, Hugh, Hugh. Your name is fucking Hugh" you say in a sing songy voice. Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.

"You don't get to tell me what to do right now. And back to what I said before. Why you let that girl in your lap like that ?"

"It was completely harmless. We were just having fun. Like you said before, you aren't a jealous person. Stuff like that shouldn't even be affecting you like this." He gets on the bed beside you and your face tore back up again. He's really getting in this fucking bed beside you like nothing.

But he was right though. You aren't a jealous person. A girl can come up to him at a party and flirt right in your face, but you'd never be bothered. Cause at the end of the day, her ass is getting rejected and he's gonna be inside you later the same night. He's yours and you're his. Simple.

"Ransom, just because I'm not a jealous person doesn't mean I'm gonna keep my mouth if our relationship is threatened." This man is actually delusional.

"You never entertain other girls when I'm around and here you are with a girl on your lap and I'm not there to say or do nothing. And you know your shitty friends will just encourage it. "

At this point, you started to get really insecure. Maybe it's the hormones, maybe it's just your logic. But your mind started racing like NASCAR. What really happens when he's out and you're at home? He wouldn't put your marriage and family at risk over a bitch...right? He hasn't cheated on you, has he? These thoughts really weren't good for your right now.

But he must've read your expressions. You were zoned out and he knows you're an over thinker so he had to stop you real quick. He puts his large left hand over your thigh, rubbing it and his right around your ass, leaning his head against your arm, trying to get you to chill. It almost worked, him knowing you liked your thighs rubbed, especially in your state.

But you caught that shit right away. You moved out of his hold and turn your body completely towards him. And then you ask him.

"Have you ever cheated on me?"

He freezes, you swear for at least 2.4 milliseconds and whips his head around to look at you. You turn your head away, somewhat regretting you even asked. You know this fucker loved you and your family with everything. He even said in his vows he would give his all into you. And you believed him. But fuck that right now. You need to know.

"Are you GODDAMN serious right now?!"

Okay, you paused for two things; he used God's name in vain, which you HATED, due to you growing up religious. Even though you don't practice it very often, it still bothered you. And two, he yelled, completely disregarding the fact that your kid is across the hall sleeping.

You snap your head around, braids hitting your face with super saiyan speed and kick him in his hip.

"What the shit, Y/N?"

"First of all, you know how I feel about that fucking word. STOP USING IT. And two, your daughter is sleeping so you need to keep your damn voice down!"

He's rubbing his side with a distorted look, but you could care less. You were fed up. This imbecile wasn't showing you any respect and your weren't gonna wait for him to get it right.

"How the hell would you feel if I went out, sat on some random dude's lap and entertained him while you were at home with our kid? Matter a fact, I'll do one even better. How about while I'm PREGNANT with YOUR baby, that YOU put in me, I sit on him and letting him rub my belly?"

Ransom has a big ass breeding kink. When you told him you were pregnant he was ecstatic. The though of him knocking you up, his seed growing inside of you just gave him pure ecstacy. And don't even get started on when your bump started to form. He was fucking every chance he got. He was in a theme park and you were his favorite ride.

You know you were playing with fire, but that shit felt AMAZING. He was really feeling how you were feeling right now. Them veins were popping out his neck and his face was slightly turning red. Baby boy was LIVID.

"Y/N, cut that shit out. I'm not doing this with your ass tonight." He looked at you with these eyes you've only seen when his family pissed him off at those gatherings he dragged both of you to. Before you had your first child of course. You went to them less after your daughter's birth because he didn't want her around his shitty family. You completely understood.

"Nah, baby boy. Since you want to be so inconsiderate and a triple asshole tonight, you can lay here by yourself and bathe in it." You got your big ass out the bed after minutes of struggling. Grabbing your black Betty Boop pillow with her cute afro, your charger, phone and your Hot Cheetos out the night stand and slipped on your slides, you waddle across the room, heading into the guest bedroom.

You refuse to sleep in the same bed as him, especially since he refuses to admit he's in the wrong. If you stay in there, you're just going to get even more frustrated and you don't want to harm your baby.

"Y/N, baby. What are you doing? Come back in here" he called you from the bedroom.

You shut the door and lock it. You'll be damned if you're gonna come running back cause he aSkEd you to. You settle in the bed, plug your phone up, grab your chips and turn When They See Us on the T.V.

Ransom just lays back on the bed in defeat. He didn't even make an effort to get you back in the room because you're stubborn as a mule. But he takes this time to go over what just happened.

He truly didn't think you would make a big deal. Like you said before, you're not a jealous person, so he didn't think he'd have to worry. Boy, was he all the way wrong. And you did have a point about you entertaining another man. That had his blood boiling. He gets at most irritated when you come with him to events, like the Oakley Country Club in Watertown and you're everyone's distraction.

It was your first appearance with him there and you being a sight to see, had all eyes on you and your body. Hell, even the women were checking you out, no envy or jealousy in sight. He knew then, he was gonna keep you close. You don't remember ever leaving his side that evening. He even volunteered to go into the bathroom with you. He didn't want to take a chance with the females either.

But in all seriousness, he couldn't bear the thought of you with another man. Especially now that you're married and have two kids together. But he really couldn't believe that you'd even suggest that he had been unfaithful to you. Your reasons were plausible, yes, but he was honestly...hurt. He knows what kind of guy he is comes off as, but he'd never intentionally ruin what you guys have built. You were the only one he truly let close.

He knew what he had to do, even though he dreaded it. He had to go apologize. He hates when you're upset with him. Absolutely hates it. Plus you were looking sexy as hell tonight and he need some of that round brown ASAP, no rocky.

Ransom got up and opened the door, making his way down the hall to the guest bedroom, but not before checking his baby's room. She was still fast asleep, little snores leaving her body. Exiting her room, he knew your door would be locked but tried to open it anyway. When it didn't budge, he knocked a couple of times. But you was knocked out.

Then he remembered. Lifting his hand to the top of the door frame, he searched for the thin key that unlocked the bedroom doors. Once he felt it, he grabbed it and inserted it in the door knob. Click. He pushed the door open and looked around to see the T.V. screen on, but paused, and you lying on your side with the Cheeto bag still open like a damn fool.

He shut the door quietly and made his way around the bed. He closed the loud ass bag, which caused you to stir and reposition your legs. He set the bag on the nightstand and crawled into the bed with you. He stared at you for a moment. Looking at your full lips and your wide nose.

Your afrocentric features were always so mesmerizing to him because they were different from all the other women. They were unique and he understood why you took so much pride in them. You had the damn right, especially looking that good. You were never afraid to embrace them. No person of color should ever be afraid to. Ever.

After what felt like an hour of weird ass staring, Ransom started to shake your arm, trying to wake you. You're a heavy ass sleeper, so it took him a while. You opened your eyes, squinting trying to figure what the fuck just woke your ass up. Feeling a dip in the bed and a presence next to you, Ransom comes into sight.

Even though this man is finer than a MOTHERFUCKER, you still turned your nose up when you looked at him. Your ass was still mad and it was ridiculous. Understandable, but ridiculous as hell. You could only imagine what he wanted now. You roll your eyes.

"Listen, I know you're still pissed at me and whatever, but I just came in here to.... apologize."

He averted his gaze to the T.V. You know how difficult it is for your baby to apologize for anything because even though he clearly in the wrong, he will never ever accept it nor admit it. And damn sure never apologize.

"I realize how you felt when you saw that video", he continued. "I would be even more pissed if you were the one in someone else's lap and I couldn't kick their ass as soon as I saw it."

You chuckled a little bit because it's true. He would be angry as shit. Although, you'd never be in that position because you love and respect him too much. But you let him finish before you spoke.

"With that being said, I'm sorry for my actions. Believe it or not, I'm still getting adjusted to being a husband and a father. I'm still struggling to give up my old habits and the shit I'm so used to doing. It's not easy, baby."

You grab is strong jaw and make him face you. He hasn't made eye contact with you this entire time. You almost felt bad, but he needed to understand. Understand where you were coming from and understand how it made you feel.

"Ransom, I'm not asking you to completely change who you are. I just want to know that you're in this for good. Because you can't turn back now. We've come too damn far. And I'll be damned if you decide to give up your responsibilities. Your ass gon' be grass."

He smiled a teeny bit, because what can you say? You're a natural born comedian. You can turn any situation in to some funny ass shit. But you get back to your point.

"I want you to be able to go out and have fun, but also come back and be a husband and a father. I value my independence just as much as you, so I get it. Just remember what you have. Don't fuck it up for some pussy, alright? That's all I'm saying."

You look him in his sea blue eyes. Damn, them thangs are hypnotic as hell. But you search for something that tells you he understands. That's all you fucking want. Him to understand. But you definitely got your answer.

Just as you were about to ask him, he shoots his face towards you and attacks your mouth like a damn wild ass pig. You were thrown all the way off, but you checked back into reality and kissed him back. You guys had this amazing ass way of getting in sync when you kissed. No matter who initiates it, you flow amazingly.

After a few mintues of saliva attack, you pull away tryna breathe cause he was about to take all your fucking oxygen. He laughs at the look on your face. You end up cracking up too. You can't help it. And he knows it.

"I completely understand, mama. I've definitely taken this into consideration. I learned my lesson." He smiles down at you. Internally you're proud as fuck because it's like you raised a bad ass kid into a well behaved one. The power your ass holds is amazing.

Then you look at the door trying to figure out how the hell he got in the room. "The key." You nod in realization. He rubs your thigh again, and this time, you don't stop him. Instead he stops himself. You look at him confused as fuck.

"But I'm gonna let you sleep in here, since you seem to be so cozy." He was messing with you. Fuck him. He gets up off the bed and head towards the door, but not before looking back to catch your reaction. You had a 'get your ass back over here' look on your face. But he just smirked. That signature smirk.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He really out here testing you right now. The balls on this motherfucker...

"Ransom, get your ass over here and give me what I want." You look down at his crotch, imagining him without his wool Reiss pants. He follows your eyes, still holding that smirk, but not forgetting to widen it. You lusting after his fLeSh turned him on bad. And it felt so good.

You already know you're to hard to resist. Everyone loves chocolate. Even Ransom's lactose intolerant ass.

You start to rub your belly, purposely drawing his attention, really making him turned on for you. You can feel that that tropical rain storm in your Fenty underwear.

And that boy was ready to start swimming. He expediTiously got back on the bed and in between your legs. You give him that look and that's all he needed. Connecting your lips to his and moving them in perfect sync like always, he starts rubbing up and down the side of your full belly.

"So fucking perfect and all of it's for me."

You pause.

"And who said all of this was for you, Mr. Drysdale?"

Not amused by your comment, he slaps your ass louder than a bitch and you shut your ass up real quick. Not before letting out a little giggle though.

He lifts your heavy ass and pulls the tube top over your head, letting your swole breasteses fall into position. Your areolas widened since having your daughter and Ransom LIVED for it. You were definitely enjoying them massages and those lips treatments he gave you when they were sore, just like now.

He starts kneading the left breast and continues to make out with your face like an animal. His left arm is holding your ass up. He eventually lays you back down, knowing damn well his ass is tired of holding you. You ain't blaming him either.

He hooks his lips on the nipple of the same breast, twirling his deadly tongue all around it. You moan with your head thrown back cause it feels good as hell. He lets go and replaces his mouth with his hands and twirls the nipple with his mouth on the other.

All you could do was mumble cuss words and grab his hair. He was really fucking you up and the real fucking didn't even start yet.

Trailing kisses all the way down your beautiful bump, down all the stretch marks till he reaches your shorts. He wasted no time getting them off and disposing them on the clean floor. Whatever he throw on the floor HE'S picking that shit up, not you. You'll make sure of that.

He looks directly at your covered pussy with excitement in his eyes. More excited than you were, if that's even possible. He takes his thick index finger and rubs you through your panties, completely soaking them. You just watch him, lust dialating your pupils.

He yanks them off, almost taking you off the damn bed at the same time, so you had to re-adjust yourself. He spreads your legs on their sides of his wide shoulders and licks from your core to the hood that covered your clit. You jerked a little cause you were in your second trimester, the horny trimester. You were 🌃 sensitive 🌃.

Then his annoying ass starts lapping in circles in super saiyan speed. You cry out and grab your left breast, squeezing and rubbing it. He stretches his left hand out and takes the right one, doing the same thing. Your back was continuously arching. You know your baby was fed up.

After a couple of more laps, your body finally can't take anymore and you cum all over his mouth. He has the audacity to keep going, even when your clit is hypersensitive, making you literally whimper, so you have to slap his head to get him to stop.

He pulls away with that stupid famous smirk.

"All that shit you're always talking, but you couldn't take a little sensitivity?" He teases you. But that's alright, cause you gon' remember that next time you're on your knees for him. When he comes, you not taking your mouth off him until you feel like it.

"Just fuck me already before I change my mind." You don't know why you even said that shit. He can tease you all you want. You'll never not have your legs or mouth open, ready for him to stick his dick wherever he feels.

He just chuckles, cause he knows that too.

Taking your body, he flips you on your left side and settles behind you, dick right against your ass. Its one of your favorite positions because he could hit your sweet spot perfectly this way. And he could rub your bump at the same time. Beneficial for the both of your greedy asses.

He was taking way to long so you grab his dick and line it up with your pussy and push the tip in slowly, playing with your own arousal. Ransom just watched. He loved seeing you desperate for his stupid ass, but you gave zero fucks at the moment.

Finally you slip his huge ass girth inside you and you moan out loud as hell. You really just be turned on by anything at this point. He then takes back the lead and pushes further till he bottoms out inside you. He's heavily breathing his hot ass breath on your neck like a weirdo, but fuck it.

Once both of you are adjusted, he starts moving in and out of you. The position made your walls hella tighter and he was already hitting your spot. His tight arm is wrapped around your stomach now. You constantly moan his name and he's just encouraging it.

"Ransom, fuck, baby just like that"

"You love when I fuck you like this, don't you pretty girl?"

You hated when he called you "pretty girl, sweet girl, or good girl" because you become a straight whore for him right away. He's such an asshole.

"Yes, Daddy- please don't stop"

"Tell me how bad you want it baby"

There he go with these fucking games. Always wanting to hear you beg.

"I want it so bad, Daddy ! pleASe give it to mE"

Happy Ransom?

He starts to pick up the pace and you feel the pleasure in your toes. It just travel from there all around your body and you can't say anything but "don't stop" and moan uncontrollably.

You start getting close and he can tell by the way you pick up the moans. So he starts going faster. But never forgetting to add a little nasty dialogue.

"I can feel you ready to come sweet girl. Keep clenching around me baby" That shit just made you even more whore-knee. If you weren't already pregnant, he was definitely gonna put a baby in you that night.

"Baby I'm close- fill me up Ransom please "

You're begging for this man to cum inside you, but he always wanna play a damn game.

"Hmmm do you truly deserve to cum baby? I don't know if you do.."

You wanted to hit him so bad, but he wouldn't let you come if you did. So you go along with it.

"Yes Daddy I'll do anything- Please just let me cum !" You screamed.

At this point you were loud as 🌃fuck🌃 .

After more begging he finally let you come.

"Oh shit Ransom- FUCK" You come all over his dick and shortly after, he came right behind you. Filling you up just like you wanted. He slumped against your back and you lowered your shaky leg.

"You always take me so well baby girl." He starts kissing your neck. You could literally hear that loppy ass smile he has on his face everytime y'all get done. But you get all tingly inside because you love when he praises you. Makes you feel proud of yourself.

"Well there's not much to take so...it's whatever." What are you without a teasing remark after every other sentence? But he always has a clapback.

"Its funny you say that because the other day you were practically in tears because my dick was "too much for one woman to take" and that I was practically torturing you." At this point you're turned over facing him grinning like a Cheshire cat and him smiling right back at you.

"Oh shut the fuck up, with your annoying ass." You snap back at him playfully, rolling your eyes.

"You love me, my chocolate bunny." He let's out an audible yelp when you kick him in his leg. You hate when he calls you that. "Cut it out Ransom, or you're not touching me for a week."

There you go again saying the dumb shit. You both know that YOU could never go through with that.

"Fine by me", he states unphased. Cause he knows you could never.

You roll your eyes for the 50thousanth time.

"You're lucky I love your ass."

"I love you too pretty girl" he winks.

Just as you were about to get up, you hear something jiggle the doorknob and someone huffing and puffing outside the door. That little girl over here jumping up and down tryna to open the damn door. You're literally hollering at her struggle. Truly sick in the fucking head.

"Mama! Where Papa ?" Ransom grins as he throws you his blue sweater so you can cover up and gets up to let your baby girl in.

You truly cannot stand this guy.

This all came to me so fast 😭 I hope y'all like it lmaoo