#🦝.anon

[sttoru]

DONT LISTEN TO THE SUKUNA BRIBES!!! We have to pay respect to our dead, right??? 😇😇😇 obviously that means you should do the gojo fiction first!! 😔😔😔

- 🦝

[vanvids]

do you do anons at all? i just found your page and i love your writing sm, i’d love to be 🦝 if you do

yes and yes ! ty <3

[roronoagem]

Hiiiiiii rin! The new blog looks so cute!

-🦝

HELLO ^_^ thank you sm, i’m glad y’all like it hehe

[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.

[hyunsvngs]

hai so i’ve been thinking about inexperienced jisung since forever and im glad you think he is too. i think he’s prob still a virgin. i agree with jeongin, felix maaaaaybe. i think seungmin is probably inexperienced too.

but back to jisung bc im in so deep in my brainrot for him:

bff!you and virgin! jisung just hanging out, watching a movie or something and you start playing 20 questions or one of those tumblr ask me anything. and you answer one about sex and you go on about how good it’s been for you. and he’s gawking but he’s kinda bold about it so he’s like “i’ve never done it, seems like im missing out” and you tease the fuck out of him and he ends begging for “just the tip” but he ends up fucking you for a whole minute before he prematurely cums from it being too good.

-🦝

“will you- will you let me?” he gasps, chubby cock leaky in his fist. of course you’ll let him. you were planning on letting him ever since he said he hadn’t ever done this before, and now you’re naked on your sofa with a wet pussy and nipples hard enough to cut glass. “just the tip, i promise! i promise, just-“

“c’mere,” you say, breathless, and your fingers form a v to spread your folds. your hole clenches from the action and jisung’s eyes widen, hand clenching on his cockhead to try and stop the mess he’s making. “push it in, baby. no condom, i want you to feel it raw.”

jisung nods, way too excited and clumsy as he settles himself on top of you. you giggle when he misses your hole, cockhead sliding around in your wetness, but then he’s successful. the stretch is delicious as he pushes in and true to his word, the tip remains in you and nothing else as his eyes roll back into his head with a sharp keen.

“tighttighttight, wet, wet, oh- oh, my baby, this pussy,” he’s squirmy, but he attempts to fuck you with just the tip. you’re impatient, though, wanting nothing more than to feel that hair at the base of his cock grinding against your clit when he bottoms out. “ah! ah, ah, ah, ungggh- oh, oh, i’ll cum!”

“really?” you giggle, and he nods, eyes fluttering shut. “my pussy’s that good? you’re so sweet, sungie, my sweet boy. cum whenever you want, angel, i’ve got you.”

[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!!!

[anchoeritic]

what if,, stepdad!jake sharing you out in the forest with his friends but he’s the only one allowed to fill you up all nice n warm with his cum,

then he gets a little jealous cause they’re getting all your attention and he’s gotta show them that you’re his, putting on a little show and finally fucking you into the forest floor and filling you up the way you need him to,,,

just an idea that’s been eating away at my brain all day

- 🦝

stepdad!jake promising you a nice long trip away from mama only to throw you in a forest and let him n his big boy friends take turns playing around with you. “m—mm, daddy?” your clothes are being peeled off your body, their hands roaming all over your skin. “relax, honey. just gonna take care of you, thats all.” you weren’t used to the feeling of so many hands on you, but you knew jake’s touch by heart. they weren’t shy with their placements, a few getting used to the wetness of your sopping cunt between your legs. fingers were being slipped into your pussy, thumbs circling over your tighter hole right under. you felt like heaven.

“how did you manage to catch yourself such a beauty, jake?” you could hear their whispers of you, mumbling about how pretty you looked under the pale moonlight. “might needa take your girl out for a night, you mind?” one joked, groping at your titties in the process. he ignored his question, peppering kisses all over your face.

before you knew it, tears were streaming down from your eyes. “oh, my god!” you had two cocks stretching your holes out from beneath, the penetration of the two sending you to another unearthly place. “atta, girl.. you’re takin’ it so good, baby.” jake was sat beside you watching the whole scene unfold with a hand wrapped around his dick, pumping up and down. “your girl gotta have the tightest pussy around, goddamn.” the moans of the men balls deep inside you were low, deeper but not as beautiful as jake’s sounds.

the forest was filled with the noises from different men; some were jerking off to you getting fucked, while the others were doing the fucking. there was one rule, though. it was certainly a strict one to jake. “she’s mine. don’t even think about it.” no one but him could cum inside of you. he was the only one that could pump you full of his hot cum. you could guess how that took a turn.

“fuck, jake!” you’re crying out for him, clawing at the floor. he was deep inside your pussy, rearranging your guts for probably the fucking worse. “s’good, s’fucking good!” he had you bent in front of him, ass hanging straight up with your cunt in full view for him. smirking, he thrusted harder into you, “tell them how fuckin’ deep i am inside of you.” a hand was tightly wrapped around your hair, pulling your head up to stare at the guys surrounding you.

“feel you in m’fuckin’ guts, daddy!” your legs were trembling from the overstimulation; you had already came a couple times before he could fill you up with his warm cum. the verge to squirt all over his cock was becoming more and more irresistible, the tip kept brushing over your cervix with every thrust. “you ready, honey?” he teases you, feeling his climax start to rise. “ready for daddy’s cum, hm?”

the men sat in front of your bodies were groaning at the sight, their cocks swollen from stroking so much. some had already came while others were ready to, the rush of adrenaline on its way to come. “need it, please..” you whine.

“baby, oh fuck…” it took less than a few thrusts for him to finally cum inside of you, coating your walls with him and only him. “j-jake, oh my god!” you reached your climax shortly after his, the cum leaking down from your inner thighs.

[libraryraccoon]

A Traumatized Raccoon

For : @idkfitememate

Messages for them : It was supposed to be in a message but I thought this will be too long (guess i'm not an anon anymore-), I have create a past and give a trench coat to Raccoon Creator, I hope you don't mind. Gender : Raccoon Pronouns : they/them TW : Bad english, english isn't my first language. Wriothesley story quest spoiler.

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The fact that a prisoner in Meropide have a stone that can show your trauma and that he used it directly on other prisoners, making it enter in their brain when they aren’t listening him, were already bad, but now that the racoon of Metropides was touch by that ? That was horrible.

They were trying to stop Dougier, when he had the splendid idea of, with a syringe probably stolen from the infirmary, plant it in the head of the Raccoon of Meropide and inject in them the black liquid made from the rock of fears (name given by the raccoon.. Wriothesley doesn't know how they manages to write, poorly, but always writing, with their paws... He doesn't want to know).

And now, he have to take care of the Raccoon of Meropide, or Hellion (Wriothesley named them like that because that what they are, an hellion, and also because he was tired to always say "Raccoon ! No !" everytime they try to kill fight another prisoner), that is running away from everyone and seems having fear of every persons they sees..

…

Can a raccoon have trauma ?-

Wriothesley already know Hellion isn’t a normal raccoon, I mean, they are the first raccoon criminals and they have stoled the Mécanique D’Analyse Cardinale.. But does that mean they have trauma too ?

…

Wriothesley can already feel the headache of all of that..

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They were running.

They have to run.

It was all red, all was burning, the houses were burning.. They don’t know where they go, but they have to leave that place, leave Khaenri’ah-

This place the Raccoon Creator have love, the place they lived, was burning, destroyed by the Archons and Celestia.

Raccoon Creator hate them. They hate humans, Celestia, Archons.. And every living creatures that exist. They hate what they have done to them, to their family.

It was supposed to be a normal day, Raccoon Creator going to annoyed RhineDottir, playing with the kids… Not this.

They never wanted Khaenri’ah to be destroy. They never wanted all that people, all that kids, to die.

‘A creator, huh..’ think the Raccoon, looking at the corpse of one of the kids they used to play with, the same that made them their little trench coat. ‘More like a failure.. I can’t even protect those I love.’

All the Creator can do was running, running away from this chaos.

But then, they were in front of boots. They look at the person, praying for not being kill, when they realized that it was-

“Wriothesley ?” ask the Raccoon, all that came out was a raccoon sound.

Yeah, that’s right. They are at Meropide. With Wriothesley. The chaos was finish. Khaenri’ah was destroyed. Some of them were alived. They were alived.

And The Mécanique D’Analyse Cardinale ! Think the Raccoon Creator. They can’t stay here ! They have to destroy it, to kill Foçalor, like that they will have avenge the members of their people killed by the Archon Hydro.

“-ey, Hellion, you’re with me ?” ask Wriothesley, making the Raccoon focused on him.

‘What’s that look ?’ ask mentally the Raccoon, looking at Wriothesley that seemed tired, exhausted and worried.

‘Worried.. They never saw him worried about anything. That doesn’t feet him well.’ Decided the Raccoon Creator.

“What’s wrong ?” ask the raccoon, even if all that came out was raccoon sounds, Wriothesley seemed to understand.

“Nothing bad. We just have to go to my office.” Said the human, taking the raccoon in his arms.

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Hellion was tense in his arms, thing, Wriothesley thought, normal given that the latter hated being touched by humans, or even Melusines.

Wriothesley thought that maybe have something with their path..

He’s not used to the fact that a raccoon have a path and is traumatized. But again, they aren’t a normal raccoon.

Wriothesley walked to his office, glancing at the raccoon only to see blood leaking from their wound, golden blood.

The same as the creator.

Something that didn't make sense because the creator was supposed to be the Otter who stays with Neuvillette and Furina..

Does that mean there is two creators ?

And, more importantly, does that mean that creator have a bad past with humans and melusines ? A bad past with their own creations ?

Wriothesley want, no, he need answer. But before, he have to take care of Hellion- no, the creator.

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Little drawing of Raccoon!Creator running away from Khaenri'ah but I can't draw :

I wanted to make Wriothesley realized the raccoon is a creator that was traumatized by their own creations, and after I remembered I can't write good angst.

3 little hc of Raccoon!Creator (bc I'm bored) : -Raccoon Creator used to love caresses and good attention, but after Khaenri'ah's trauma, they start to hate it. -Raccoon Creator let no one touch their trench coat, and every time the trench coat is a little unstitched, they put it back together because they don't want to change it, even if it's worn, because it's the last thing they have from Khaenri'ah. And they wear it always, never put it away. -The Raccoon!Creator hate being call a creator because of Khaenri'ah (They will fight every person who call them like that).

[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.

[sttoru]

Ik I tried to bribe you into doing the gojo fic, but that sukuna fic was delicious..

- 🦝

HEHEHEH A WINNNNNN ☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽

[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

[idkfitememate]

Hello ! I don't know why, but I just had the idea of a raccoon!creator that is in the Fortress of Meropides because he had stole a lot of things. I can easily imagine the trial with humans or hybrids against a raccoon that is just trying to defend itself.

Raccoon!Creator will just be a silly thief who was the first raccoon (and animal) sent to Meropides to serve time in prison because of crimes it committed.

(If you're okay with writing raccoon!creator, can i be the 🦝 anon please ?)

Have a good day and night.

They Stole What?!?

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Raccoon Reader vs Fontaine

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 226

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Crack, so much crack

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I guess I can do silly thief ૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა-

“I guess you’ll be staying here..?” Wriothesley questioned.

He knew the rules and laws of Fontaine could be… weird, at times, but to enforce them on a Raccoon was… hmm…

It was that trial that all of Fontaine seemed to collectively realize that even the animals of Fontaine followed the rules and laws… huh.

Watching that trail felt like a fever dream. Wriothesley wasn’t one to come to see trials, but upon hearing it was a Raccoon… he had to. And so had everyone else apparently because it was a full house. Also watching a Raccoon defend itself was.. and experiencing.

The Warden genuinely felt like he was having an out of body experience the second the bars closed on Racoon who was glaring up at him. Your eyes bore into his soul in a way none of the other prisoners were able to. It genuinely shook him.

The worst part and most disturbing is what you stole.

You. A Raccoon…

…Stole the fucking Oratrice Mecanique D'analyse Cardinale.

How? They couldn’t figure it out but you did, that was confirmed. Why? No one can speak Raccoon so they didn’t know.

All the male knew was that you were somehow more dangerous than a good majority of the prisoners in the Meropide.

… Dear Archons what would happen when you get loose?.. He didn’t want to know.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I read your ask and then my first genuine thought was this encounter:

“What did you do?”

“Oh I stole, you?”

“Also stealing.”

“Damn… is that a Raccoon?”

“Oh yeah…”

“Why are they here?”

“…Mass murder, Attempted world domination, Sororicide, Forced lobotomy, Mutilation, Torture, Child abuse, Kidnapping, Vandalism, Stalking, Blackmail, Terrorism, Instigating mass suicide, Worldwide destruction, Incrimination, Brainwashing, Snuff filming, Propaganda, Sabotage…”

“What-““Extortion, Forgery, Gaoling, Defilement, Enslavement, Unlawful imprisonment, Crimes against humanity, Hate crimes, Mass murder, Prostitution, Mutilation, Indecent exposure, Harassment, Crimes against humanity AGAIN, Vandalism, Property damage, Enforced cannibalism, Cannibalism (unintentionally), Shoplifting, Attempted genocide, Terrorism also again, Assault and battery, Breaking and entering, Theft, Fraud, Rape…”

“OKAY WHAT-“

“Torture also also again, Psychological abuse, Incrimination, Blackmail also also also again, Corpse desecration, Mass kidnapping, Treason, Enforced suicide, Hijacking, Animal cruelty, Zoophilia, Extortion, Stalking, Smuggling, Arson, Attempted bribery, Conspiracy…”

“WHAT THE FUCK-“

“Infringement, Attempted global domination, Attempted matricide, Patricide, Graverobbing, War crimes, Trespassing, Embezzlement, Underage/hit-and-run, machinery operation, False imprisonment, Slander, Underage pornography…”

“…”

“…”

“… And more…”

“WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL-“

(For context I used both Junko Enoshima and Eric Cartman’s crime lists-) Anyway-

Their just a little guy officer ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Also welcome 🦝 anon! <3

[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

-🦝

[nottsangel]

The Need to feed theos oral fixation

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