#🦝 anon

[nottsangel]

More of bsf!theo when people think your dating I beg

Also can I be 🦝 anon?

“mate, i can’t believe you two still haven’t fucked.” blaise remarks with a chuckle of disbelief. theo, leaning back on the couch in the dimly lit common room, narrows his fierce eyes as he glares at blaise. “oh, don’t be ridiculous, blaise. obviously they have.” draco chimes in, scoffing and rolling his eyes in a snobbish manner. “what the fuck are you two on about? we’re just friends, alright? nothin’ more.” theo snaps back, his fingers restlessly tapping on the leather couch with his lips pressed together in a thin line. mattheo then joins the conversation, much to theo’s growing frustration.

“right. well, and enzo is my friend but i don’t slap his ass every time he walks by. but that might just be me!”

“i mean… you could if you wanted—”

“hey, guys!” you unawarely interrupt with a cheerful tone, abruptly cutting off enzo’s sentence as the boys look startled at your sudden presence, too immersed in their conversation to have noticed you walk in. a smug, lopsided smirk spreads on theo’s face�� not only because his mood instantly brightens the moment he sees you, but also because he’s relieved that the awkward conversation finally came to an end.

theo swiftly grasps your hand and pulls you onto his lap, causing you to stumble clumsily onto him, eliciting a soft giggle from you. yet, you can’t help but sense that the atmosphere feels slightly… off. you quickly begin to wonder why the group has fallen into dead silence instead of continuing their conversation, and from your peripheral vision, you notice their burning, staring eyes fixed on both of you.

“hmm. good morning, bella” theo murmurs in a deep, raspy morning voice, quickly pulling you out of your puzzled trance. you wrap your arms tightly around his neck, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek— a familiar greeting between you and your best friend. you feel theo’s firm hands trail down to your ass, before casually slipping them into the pockets of your jeans.

mattheo suddenly coughs, his voice dropping to a muttered whisper, “just friends… yeah right.” in response, you hear enzo and blaise snicker softly, unable to hide their amusement. theo mutters a quiet dickheads under his breath, which makes you cock your head in confusion as your eyes uneasily dart around the room. “so uhm… what were you guys talking about just now?” “nothin’ you should worry your pretty head over, piccola.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[monstersflashlight]

Hey, I was wondering g if you could make a sleeping in the dark part 2? If it's okay to ask could you possibly do a chubby!reader?

Crying in the middle of the night in the darkness but the minster comes out to think reader is crying because of the dark. Reassuring her that it's oka and the dark isn't scary but, reader then explains that she wasn't crying because of the dark. The monster gets all confused and asks why she was crying. Reader tells the monster that she was insecure abt her body, then further explains that's she's been being treated badly in her work/school environment by her peers because of her body/looks.

Thank you if you respond, I mean it could be a she part and not part 2 but again, thank you.

-🦝 anon.

Hi 🦝 anon! I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this. I really wanted to do justice to this request. As a chubby woman myself, I know perfectly well the struggles of being fat in a society that doesn’t like fat at all. I try not to make any comments about the body of the reader if it doesn’t play a part in the action bc I want ppl to imagine themselves there as they want. Even when the monsters use terms as “little human” think about it like the monster is so big you are tiny, doesn’t matter how big you are in real life. I love a good size difference, so there’s that. I hope you don’t think this means you need somebody to tell you you are pretty, beautiful or hot, because that’s not true, you are all that without anyone saying it. Believe me, as someone who likes boys, girls, and everything in between, fat bodies are hot like burning. But I do get the necessity to hear it sometimes, and this story is born because of it. That said, I hope this is as cathartic for you as it was for me, this short hit really close to the heart for me. <3

Part 1 if you haven't read it

Sleeping in the dark (part 2)

Night monster x chubby fem!reader || orgasm denial || tw: fatphobia

You were, once again, crying in your room, ugly sobs that made it hard to breathe and your heart beating faster. You felt his presence before he could make himself known. “Oh no, little human, I thought we went past the fear of the dark.” His tone was so soft you felt your heart skip a beat.

You sniffled against the pillow, “is not that.” You tried to tell him more, but another sob broke from your chest.

“What do you mean?” He seemed confused at your statement, like there weren’t any other reasons why you could be crying about. You guessed as a monster in your closet he probably didn’t know much about the horrors of the world. He lived in a bubble of darkness inside your room, after all.

“They- They called me fat,” you told him in between hiccups.

“Who did?” His tone sounded dangerous. You looked up from your pillow, trying to see something in the dark of your room. You could see his silhouette, but nothing else. You wished you could turn the light on, but you didn’t want him to go.

“Some random dude from the office. They called me fat. They thought I wasn’t listening but they called me fat and made fun of me. I thought I was past that, but there’s always someone that reminds me how ugly my body is.” He growled at that statement. You ignored it and kept talking, “they always tell you to love your body, but when it comes to being fat, they want you to hate yourself. And I try to fight it, I try every day, but sometimes is just too much.” You sobbed again, he touched your knee and you felt his arms closing around you two seconds later. “I just want to be pretty.” You cried against his chest, your voice muffled by his skin. He growled and you felt it against your teary face.

“Don’t say that. You are pretty, you are beautiful, you are the most beautiful human,” his voice was filled with desperation for you to believe him.

“You have to say that, you’ve only seen me,” you joked. The laugh you let out was swallowed by the sob that broke free right after.

“You are wrong.” He touched your skin, wiping away some tears with his thumb. “I’ve lived thousands of years, I’ve known many humans, some of them have known me. You are beautiful. You are perfect.”

“No, I’m not. But thanks for saying that.” He flipped you onto your back so fast you let out a scream. He tore your clothes apart and you felt him caressing every inch of your skin at the same time.

“Beautiful,” he told you. He touched every part of your body, caressing your skin like you were a work of art, whispering endearing words against your ear. He told you every single compliment you could think of, and then some more.

It felt wrong to feel like that, you felt like he was lying, but he couldn’t be. It felt like he was forcing you to acknowledge every single cell in your body. It felt like he was pushing the words in your soul, trying to imprint them there so you wouldn’t feel ugly never again. You cried, at every single word, a tear ran down your skin. He didn’t wipe them out, he let you cry as he caressed your skin. When he parted your legs and positioned himself there, you kept crying.

Your pussy was so wet, and your soul felt so raw.

He started slow, licking your wet lips, playing with his tongue all over, but where you wanted him the most. He never shut up, telling you how pretty you were, how wet, how wonderful for him, how perfect. You were rapidly approaching to an orgasm when he said: “Say nice things about yourself if you want to come.” You shook your head, grabbing his head and trying to push him to eat you out again. “Say it,” he ordered. His voice was hard and commanding.

“I- I can’t,” you cried out. There was no way. You didn’t feel it, it wasn’t true. You weren’t pretty. You weren’t beautiful. His words seemed like a lie, but his actions spoke volumes. One of his hands never stopped caressing your soft tummy, your wide hips. His other hand played with your pussy, thrusting in and out in a tortuous way.

“Say it!” He insisted, his tone angry as he pushed two fingers into you forcefully. You cried out, almost there, so close but so far.

“I- I’m pretty,” you whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks. He rewarded you sucking your clit into his mouth, the touch of fangs against your vulnerable flesh made you shudder.

“More,” he ordered.

“I’m beautiful.” Each word was rewarded by his fingers rubbing perfectly inside of you, a torture like any other, driving you insane with pleasure. “I’m hot.” Each word he forced out of you felt like he was taking a weight from your chest. You felt like you were going to float away.

“Yes. Yes, you are.” He kept playing with you, getting you close to the edge just to go away when you stopped talking. He forced you to be nice to yourself, to say all the things you didn’t believe you were. But he did, he believed. And for the moment, that might be enough. He thought you were beautiful, he thought you were hot. Maybe… maybe he was right. He never lied to you.

You were lost in your thoughts and the pain-pleasure he was giving you when he flicked his tongue over your clit as he hit your G-spot. “Come for me, pretty human. Show me how perfect you are.” And you did, falling apart around his tongue and his fingers. The attack on your senses crashing down onto you.

You had an out of body experience, the tears cool against your cheeks, your rapid breathing coming into short exhales as he played with your pussy to drive you further up. You came so hard you think you saw stars. You felt boneless, your body and your soul completely spent. You felt him cleaning you with a soft cloth, your eyes closing already.

“I will stay with you,” he murmured as you were falling asleep. You felt his arms closing around you, his hands caressing your body, from your wide hips to your soft tummy… He made you feel special, he made you feel beautiful.

[merakiui]

Please tell me you are gonna write a fic about that yard work floyb thought. I can't even man. Like maybe he's really good with your kid(s) and maybe be builds a playplace in the backyard for them. Maybe you have a pool and you just happen to be outside watching your kid(s) swim while you lay in your lounge chair in the sun in your best bikini while he's doin some work in the yard. The thoughts THE THOUGHTS 😫😫

That was too tasty of a thought and I NEED more please thank you i love you muah muah muah💋💋 💖💖

- 🦝 anon

It's the mama's boy to milf appreciator pipeline........ orz but omg I am so tempted to write a fic with those thoughts. My brain has been filled with nothing but Floyb lately. He reminds me of all of the things I adore about the summer season (and so it's only fitting he gets placed into so many summer plots). The idea of Floyd falling in love with a milf is so *chef's kiss*!!!!! He would be so obsessed with you and your body and the way you're just so tender and sweet to him and your kid(s)!!!

AAAAAA sunbathing in your cute swimsuit and he can't take his eyes off of you. He's supposed to be pulling weeds in your yard, but he can't help staring and imagining how soft you'd feel beneath him. It's over for him if you turn over on your stomach and ask him to put the sun lotion on you. <3

Maybe your kids are older (college-aged) and so they hardly visit their mama anymore, which makes it so lonely and quiet in your house. >_< Floyd who starts to visit even on his days off just to keep you company (and also spend more time with you)........ but then it's also endearing to imagine your kids love him so much they start seeing him as their father!!!

[lavendervirgos]

Just because you want to be fucked full of cum doesn't mean you want to spend the 9 months in discomfort, several hours of pain to birth the fucking thing and then spend the rest of your life not getting enough sleep 🦝

Exactly that.

A breeding kink is one thing.

9 months of pregnancy, birth, and then having the complete responsibility for another living and breathing human being, as well as their physical and mental needs, for the rest of your life is another thing altogether. Not to mention the sleep thing. Or how expensive it is. Or how I'll have to change my entire life to fit a kid in.

I also really don't like kids that much in general. Like, of course I'll interact with them if they're there. And if one comes up to me and needs help with something or wants to play or whatever, I'll oblige. Because it's not the kid's fault that I don't like kids and I refuse to be the bitter, miserable adult that enjoys making children feel miserable. But why should I have children ob my own when I simply don't like them. I also get really frustrated when people say stuff like "that changes when it's your own kid". No Karen, it will not.

Sorry for the rant. But I spent too long typing it for me to delete it again.

[spirit-lanterns]

kafka is def my favorite n i cant stop imagine her putting her little bunnies in mini coats that looks like hers oh my god 😭😭

-🦝

OH KAFKA IS DEFINITELY PUTTING HER BABY BUNS IN DRIP. Not just her baby buns though, all the baby buns are getting drip. Shes dressing every single baby up in sunglasses and snazzy coats and when all the HSR women + Bunny Reader are wondering where their kids are, they open the door to Kafka’s room and find her snapping photos of the baby buns in a pile, all looking like her 😭😭

Just a pile of baby buns that look like Kafka…ohmygod 🥺

[sh1-n0bu]

I, 🦝, see a lot of people write about Venti in a way that I'm not sure I find appealing. Don't get me wrong I prefer dom reader (with anyone but Beidou she can do whatever the fuck she wants to me I don't care) but for some reason I feel like many Venti fics are kinda.... predatory.

In many of them the reader treats him unkindly in a very under-negotiated-kink-with-no-aftercare- way.

BUT I WANNA DO THE AFTERCARE BRO. I WANT TO.

I fucking live for that shit.

I want to take a bath with him, wash his hair for him, maybe give him a scalp massage because no one can tell me braids don't get uncomfortable long term. I want to cuddle him. I mean have you seen him he's so skrunkly. And then fall asleep together like a plain boring old married couple.

Aftercare is good. Aftercare is friend. Intimacy is a scrumptious thing whether sexual or not but especially with someone who's that pretty. I mean have you seen him? I have. I am looking. I am looking intensely.

♡︎ 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙙 ♡︎

characters: sub!venti x gn!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, praise, edging, fluff, feminization

notes: decided to try a headcannon format with this since my brain just can’t come up with a good sex scene lmao. i’m sorry my most loyal 🦝 anon. also dedicated to @junerixi aka the biggest venti simp that i know.

i haven’t exactly seen any sub venti fics tbh, since i don’t follow that tag, so idk what kinds of fics are lurking there

but i’ve seen quite dark types of sub character fics at some points and oh dear, as a soft dom it just doesn’t feel right to me

for reasons i really can’t see venti being a sub. maybe a power bottom???? the gremlin in his just excludes that aura

will definitely tease you out in public

will hold eye contact with you at the bar while pulling his already short shorts upwards with a shit eating grin on his face

i can also see him liking all different kinds of lingeries

the soft satin dress ones, the two piece lace ones with stockings, the cute frilly sleeping dress ones etc etc

definitely wears his favorite satin dress with nothing underneath as a gift for you, whenever you come back from work or a long commission late and tired

put on the brightest lipstick so he can leave marks all over your face and body

likes to put on make up because he knows you likes it when it runs down his face while you absolutely fucks him silly

the type of power bottom who would push you down on the bed and ride your cock/strap until he’s satisfied

but beware he gets too into the pleasure and forgets to say thank you

so just cover the slit of his cock and tell him to keep riding you. it will get him begging in no time

“aaangh.. you’re so mean [name]~”

“p-please? please let me GYAAH! please let m-me cum! i-i’ll be.. i’ll be good nyaagh”

praise him for being a good boy for asking. call him your good boy, your precious bard, your sweet prince. he lives for those praises

as someone who used to braid her hair all the time when they were long, yes wearing braids for a long time can cause headaches

have a nice warm bath with him in your aftercare. massage his head while scrubbing soap on it

“giggle thank you windblume. feels really nice..”

might doze off during the aftercare but it’s alright. your sweet bard will get the best rest of his life in your arms with the biggest, dorky smile on his face

[southparkhcsocs]

I NEED the main 4 + Butters being sooo in love with you in the middle school (it would be adorable I guess), but if you don't want to, it's alright!

Ily queen 🌙

Remember take care of yourself and take your timesss

-🦝

[muffinsin]

what do you think the sisters reaction would be to reader sitting in their lap :3 mayhaps nsfw your thoughts...

-🦝 anon

This one’s caught my eye! Here’s my thoughts and just had to be pulled to the wrong of the WIP list👀

Masterlists- NEW: Masterlist 5!

Bela

She loves to have you in her lap, even more so than sitting on your lap, surprisingly

You just fit perfectly, really

Of course, she loves to keep you there to cuddle

As it comes to cuddling, she enjoys having you on her lap, even if she prefers spooning in bed

Still, the position has its perks, she must admit

To bury her nose against your warm neck, to drag her teeth against it gently and silently ask for a taste…it’s beautiful to her

You’re just her little human, and this way she has you so close. Your form fits perfectly with hers

However, her thoughts are not always this innocent with you on her lap

It’s just that, in her eyes, it’s an ideal position to keep you close and have her way with you at the same time

It works out perfectly for her

Additionally, sitting down on her lap randomly has a rather high chance of getting her worked up

She just thinks of it as an intimate gesture, to show she is yours and you are hers by openly sitting on her lap. And it turns her on, in many cases

Whenever she works, Bela likes to pull you on her lap and keep you there. Heard of office pet? Well, this is her definition of it now

And what a good office pet you make for her

Her thighs are thick and comfortable under you, and an arm is slung around you nearly at all times when you find yourself in her lap

At times, she likes to sit you down on her lap when she knows you’re feeling needy already. She demands- you show her proper behavior lest you want to risk punishment

Depending on her mood, however- this could also be punishment;

To be made to sit still for her while she occasionally drops her unoccupied hand between your thighs

It’s such a sweet punishment. So bittersweet, when she toys with you until she has had enough or finishes her work, and often enough you are not to cum until she allows it

Of course, she isn’t always as cruel. At other times, she just likes to play with you in her lap

As she works especially, she likes to make you sit on her. As to what happens to you, there are many possibilities she enjoys quite a lot

Her favorite among these, is having you grind down on her

To sit with her while she works on filling out papers for the wine business, an arm slung around you tightly

Your thighs on either side of hers as you grind against her and practically hump her thigh out of desperation already

And really, no one could blame you. Her thighs are thick and soft, yet perfectly hard against you

She thrives off the feeling of making you ruin yourself on, and for her, while she only speaks soft praises and drinks in your little moans and huffs

Bela surprisingly enjoys the feeling of having you make a mess on her, even if it dirties her dress

You’re essentially rubbing your scent all over her, and it makes her feel almost dizzy

She loves to bury her face in your neck when you do this, to feel your pulse so close to her and hear your quick heartbeat

At other times, Bela demands you suck her breasts while she keeps you on her lap and you put on a show of ruining yourself for her

Often, she doesn’t pay you too much mind. She’ll hum and praise you sometimes, yet stay focused on her work

Perhaps, if you please her, she will grant you more of her attention

At other times, it’s very well possible Bela has you simply spread your thighs across hers and expose yourself to her as she toys with you

Cassandra

She likes to have you on her lap, nearly at all times

In return, she sometimes sits on your lap too. But especially in public, she has it the other way around

When you start sitting down on her lap out of nowhere, she feels surprisingly flustered

She doesn’t know why that is, but to feel your ass pressed up against her like this is a sure way of turning her on

And while you sometimes look smug at her surprised and flustered expression, she recovers fast from it

Then, you know, it will be your turn you look flustered for her

When you’re on her lap, her arms are tightly around you to keep you from moving and squirming too much

Sometimes around your waist

At other times she opts for holding your hip tightly

Cassandra, as mentioned, likes having you sit on her lap on most occasions;

However, there are known times when she gets out the basement or so and goes to clean and sharpen her weapons

Especially then does she want to have you near like this. Especially then does she feel riled up and ready to make use of you this way, with your body pressed up on hers and sitting on her shapely lap

Only are her thoughts less than innocent during these times

Cassandra loves nothing more but to have you cockwarming something for her, it’s her favorite activity to do while you’re on her lap

Whether that be a strap or her fingers matters little to her, she simply enjoys your sweet reactions to the fill and to being made to sit still and take it while she works on her weapons

She simply relishes in your sweet moans and helpless whimpers when she pushes you down entirely and has you take it all inside of you

Squirming, gasping, begging her to move

She will not, until she decides she will

Can you take it all? She ensures you will

You are to watch her sharpen her sickle and swords, and often enough she raises it to your cheek to see proof of its sharpness

You are to stay still with her inside of you while she drags the silver blade against your skin

The touch, sometimes, is feathery soft at first before she presses down harder

Each time it makes your breath halt and your heartbeat quicken. She laughs at this, and bites her lip each time

Your fear is so arousing to her

Should it cut upon impact, she’s satisfied, though will often grab a second weapon to drag this out. Where’s the fun in short lived teasing, after all?

Otherwise, your sweet torment simply keeps going for a while longer

She wants her weapons to be perfect, after all

And you make for such a good assistant, she thinks

She’ll often moan in your ear at your adorable squirms, perhaps move once when you seem to get adjusted to the fill you’re experiencing

She’s a sadist through and through, and while she is impatient as it comes to most things, being dominant grants her a certain amount of patience that allows her to drag things out properly

Cassandra will only move when she is satisfied, and only allow you to move when she is

When the weapon is sharp enough at last, and sweet, red, iron-flavored liquid runs down your cheek, she laps it up moaning

Her tongue warm as it broadly licks across your shoulders, her hips grinding up

She’s holding your hip tightly and resists the urge to dive in and bite into you

At last, you are ready to be played with, when she gets up and grabs you by the arm, then sends you flying backwards on her table with a simple push on your shoulder

With her sharp sickle in her hand and an even sharper, hungry gaze, you know it is time she devours you

Daniela

She’s ecstatic to have you in her lap!

Though, Daniela prefers sitting in yours, really. No matter!

When you’re on hers, sitting comfortably on soft thighs, she likes to wrap her arms around you and rest her head on you

You’re her teddy bear in this position, most of the time

She especially likes this position for reading together, to feel you this close as the two of you share a book that has caught her eye or she is fond of

Daniela likes feeling you this close, and with your neck so close to her face, she grows nearly dizzy at your scent

You’re perfect to cuddle, and with her arms around you and her cheek smudged against you, it feels a little bit like spooning

It’s incredibly common for the two of you to be on each other’s laps

However, there are times where it is innocent, and other times in which it is not

When it’s your turn to be on her lap, Daniela loves to have you raise your legs to her knees, then spread her own thighs

Thus, spreading your legs

She likes to look at you, and demands you look down and watch when she peels layer after layer of clothing from you

She easily disposes of your bottoms, and all too eagerly tugs your underwear off

Often, a garment rips when she isn’t wearing gloves

You don’t necessarily mind, it’s better than as if it was your skin, after all, and it simply betrays Daniela’s adorable eagerness and desire to have a look at you

With your legs spread and nothing more in the way, she all too eagerly snaked her hands along your skin. From your sides to your lower stomach, down between your legs

She drags her fingers across your thighs, her eyes hungry when she at last gets where she wants to be

Her lips ghost across your neck when she plays with you, her fingers trained and touching you just the way you want and need it

She presses kiss after kiss to your skin, and with a breathlessly spoken permission falling from your lips, digs her teeth into your neck

She moans, and insists;

It tastes so much better when you’re in utter ecstasy

At times, she switches hands, when you watch her messy fingertips rise past your head and to hers

You turn your head to see through lidded eyes as she sucks them in her mouth, between soft, dark painted lips

She moans and hums, a smile spreading to her lips when she catches you staring at her even when you struggle to keep your eyes open

She feels so good between your legs, her fingers touch you just right and toy with you teasingly

“Mhmm, you saw right, little mouse. You’re so delicious, my love”, she coos, and before you know it, you have her fingertip in your mouth to suck

She watches with hungry eyes as you suck her finger, only occasionally pressed down to force your mouth open

She watches as drool forms around her finger and grins at your moans and whimpers when the movements of her other hand get slightly rougher

Daniela smirks, then allows you to keep sucking

She whispers praise after praise in your ear, her breath light and ticklish against your skin. You feel the blood drip from your neck, a mere moment, before she laps it all up again

“Do you want to cum, my sweet?”, she whispers, and through muffled phrases, you beg her to allow it

How could she deny you, when you’re this precious for her?

[logansbaby]

i’m in desperate need of more worst!logan whos touch starved IT WAS SO VERY SWEET

like a second part maybe? i LOVE your writing!

- 🦝 anon

AHHH this is so sweet 😁 thank you so much for your kind words<3 and few people have asked for a second part so of course i will <3 im thinking insane amounts of fluff? but if you guys have any suggestions please share them

also my first emoji anon hello 😚!!!!

[nottsangel]

The Need to feed theos oral fixation

🦝

the need to stick my fingers into theo’s mouth while riding him and making him suck on them like a good boy

[writeshite]

Mirror sex with mark sloan after he finds you talking negatively about your body and hwo it felt out of shape for mark

-🦝(also can I be this anon if it's not already taken)

Mark had been relentless in squandering the negative talk you did about yourself, taking you aside, and whispering sweet nothings. At Seattle Grace, it'd be away from prying eyes, head against yours as he chased away such thoughts. At home, he'd pull you close as well, and with the added benefit of privacy, you'd wind up between the sheets, like now. Your face was half pushed into the mattress, and Mark's eyes remained locked on your reflection at the end of the bed.

"Don't know where you got that nonsense," he says, kissing your back, "See this," he runs his hands along your body, "is perfect."

He makes tender love on nights like this, thrusts slow, touch never leaving your body as he mutters words of adoration and affirmation. "Eyes on me, sweetheart," he calls your attention; your gaze drifts back to the mirror; his gaze is soft.

"I'm sorry," you want to bury your head; it's not the first time you've called negativity to yourself, regarding your body with unpleasantness. He moves you up, leaning back against him, facing the mirror fully; you watch him thrust; his words follow along, praises pouring from him in succession.

[jeff-the-landshark]

HI JEFF :D -🦝

mrrrr 👋

[Jeff says hi raccoon! 👋]

[spirit-lanterns]

i sent that last post about mini bunnies:3

but since bunnies can technically get pregnant from multiple fathers theres probaby a bunch of mini bunnies with multiple different fur colors 👀👀

can i be 🦝 anon if not 🍙:33

I just looked it up and it’s true! :0

I had no idea that Bunnies (and other animals that give birth in litters) could have babies in a litter that are from different sires! Imagine Bunny Reader pops out a small litter and the different hair/fur colors indicate which bunny baby belonged to each HSR woman 🥺

You have a light purple haired baby that belonged to Black Swan, a redhead bunny baby that belonged to Himeko, a baby that has white and red-striped hair that belonged to Topaz, and— AWWW. The tiniest baby of the litter would have that cute ashy-grey hair that belonged to Firefly 💕

[sh1-n0bu]

punishing rubedo for being a little bitch🤭

sub!albedo × dom!reader × sub!rubedo

c.w // slightly implied kidnapping(?), dick/strap, albedo is a crier,,, fight me😋,

As you walked back inside of your room, you saw Albedo standing infront of a tied up Rubedo, who was glaring at him harshly.

"Why am I here, you couldnt just finish fighting me off? Are you that weak?" Rubedo spat at him. Albedo didnt say anything, only staring at him. Neither of them noticed that you were inside. You decided to watch them quietly, seeing what would happen next.

"Are you going to say something? What are you, scared of me?"

"...no. I'm just not going to spout useless insults at you." Albedo replied, fiddling around with the brim of his gloves.

This went on for a bit, Rubedo being a bitch and Albedo just silently taking it. You had gotten bored, so you let out an audible sigh, making both if them jump and look at you. You walked towards them, pulling Albedo's waist close to you.

"Now now Rubedo, I see that you're not being very.. kind." You said in a teasing voice, staring down at him from over Albedo's head, which was already turning red. Rubedo glared at him one more time before looking up at you with a suspicious look.

"What do you have to do with this?" He asked, but not in the way he spoke with Albedo. He couldnt bring himself to speak with such venom, not even glare at you.

"Don't worry about it. Why are you being so vile to 'Bedo?" You inquired, using Albedo's nickname to get a reaction out of him, and you did. His hands clenched against the ropes restraining him from just attacking Albedo, and his grit his teeth.

"I think you need to be punished." You were going to have with this.

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"MNNGH! Traveler, plHEASE!" Too much, it's too much, too mUCH!" Albedo moaned out, tears dripping down from his face to the sheets. He'd been riding you for a while and when he couldn't continue, you started to manhandle him a bit.

How many times had he came? How long had you been inside him? He couldnt think straight at all, only about how you felt inside him, and how mad Rubedo was, muzzled and watching you two's performance for him.

You ran you fingers through his hair, kissing his tears away, "Shhh, it's okay love, you can take one more round, cant you?" You whispered in his ear. He nodded and whimpered, he wanted this to last as long as possible. He wanted to please you in anyway he could, and he loved how much Rubedo was seething, wishing he was in Albedo's place instead.

You carefully moved Albedo into doggy position [i like calling it that🤝] and carefully shoved his into the pillows as you adjusted yourself to be deeper inside him. He moaned, his eyes rolling up with little heart pupils, and you had positioned you two to be looking straight at Rubedo.

"You want this dont you? Maybe if you behave, this could be you." You taunted, fucking Albedo harder, his moans growing louder. Rubedo looked down at his own hard member. You pitied him, you truly did, maybe that's why, after you finished with Albedo, you decided to help him.

"I pity you, I really do." You whispered his ear as you rubbed his dick up and down, causing muffled moans to spill from his mouth. You sped up, pulling his hair a bit, and that was the last thread, and he came all over himself and you.

"Good boy."

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we are so horny, but we can be horny together🤝

also sorry this took so long, i had to take care of myself😔

—🕴anon

[psss... heres your food, 🦝!]

JXSJFJSJJDJDJDJSHDHSJFJJSJDJDJ IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH PLSSSSS

[is-this-plural]

follow up question is jfk plural

He was. Briefly.

[ador3him]

I just thought of a headcanon for Dream where he finally has a female friend he can talk about "girl things" with, like sharing skincare routines, helping him choose makeup palettes, or even helping him go on dates with others girls

-🦝

dream would love it. when he's texting a new girl he'd have you over helping him decipher what she means and what he should say. he'd also get you to pick out his skin care routine and show him how to do it. and make sure he has a nice closet filled with actually stylish clothes that go with his body type and features.

when you said he should use a skin tint he was a bit hesitant but would eventually cave knowing you wouldn't give him bad advice. He would praise you when he saw how good his skin looked.

And hed for sure help you with guys. Maybe even setting you up with Nick or George!

I love this dream x bestfriend!reader arc!!!

love you 🦝