#I'M BACK BABY <- Rabbit

[emotionally-eager-assistant]

V is in the kitchen, microwaving some water for her hot cocoa. Her thermos is open on the countertop waiting to be useful. She's clicking with the lighter in her pocket while she waits, watching the timer carefully. She wants to stop the alarm from going off, no point in waking anybody up.

Work is tough with so many people leaving, she's picking up way more slack than she thought she would have to. She got a new high score for kills this morning. Delightful.

She ignores the sound of footsteps she hears. She thinks it's in her head. For once, they're real.

Not again. Annoying.

(-@emotionally-helpful-illusionist)

|Miss Gi had no pleasures in interacting with the men that worked beneath The Administrator. Actually, she hated interacting with anybody, Administrator included. Aside from Miss Pauling she'd have to guess. It was simply a matter of moral, something she found herself a little startled she still had.| |The woman scoffs quietly as she fiddles with the papers in her arms, organizing them as she always does as she walks down long hallways. She was advised to give a contract to a merc, although she couldn't find any folders on this... What was it... Something about Illusion? She doesn't remember, or well. She doesn't care| |Why would she care?| |Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she turned the corner, finally stumbling her way into the kitchen where she was alerted the other would be. As per the information of the camera tucked away in the corner of the room. She clears her throat slowly, having expected to see the boy she almost always sees, what Scout or something? Boy scout. Something. The annoying boy who wouldn't leave Pauling alone. Right yes. Him. She was almost never assigned to give contracts to the other men, just that annoying boy.| |Much to her pleasant surprise this wasn't that boy, nor did it look like any of the men she knew about. This was someone new! A woman nonetheless! Oh joy! Her tense shoulders drop almost instantly.| "Good morning, uhhh" |She pauses to give a little sticky note on top of her folders a glance.| "Illusionist was it?" |The name falls from her mouth slowly, slurred with a heavy accent that has the word falling off her lips in a clunky manner.| "Miss Pauling sent me"

[sysig]

Two skeletons in a trench lab coat (Patreon)

Bonus:

He’s very careful! Everything was fine before you interrupted!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Been thinking about the X-Files recently. A show I have a hazy, but fond memory of.

[revenantghost]

STOP EVERYTHING YOU'RE DOING

THERE'S A TRISTAMP VASH MMD

[agent-tempest]

Art hest, baby! is sad for multiple reasons but one of the things that gets is how much time James and Regulus got to spend together. James was in him 20s(?) when he met Regulus and they got about an year or so together. What breaks my heart about "Time continued to pass. He never did fall in love again" is that James had so less time with Reggie but their love was so strong that it was enought for James to live throught a lifetime and more

[pastelshark123]

EPIC MICKEY IS COMING TO SWITCH

EPIC MICKEY IS COMING TO SWITCH

EPIC MICKEY IS COMING TO SWITCH

EPIC MICKEY IS COMING TO SWITCH

EPIC MICKEY IS COMING TO SWITCH

EPIC MICKEY IS COMING TO SWITCH

[llynnl2]

HMU for posters

Speaking of Heathers, I wanted to print a bunch of those alt posters for my room, but since not every movie I wanted had some for sale and because different vendors make them in different styles, I just went ahead and made my own. If anyone else wants to buy any I'm adding them to my Etsy!

Shop Link: https://lvrrart.etsy.com

Current posters (uploaded) include:

Heathers

Beetlejuice

Beetlejuice Beeltejuice

The Parent Trap (1998)

The Truman Show

Back to the Future

Hidalgo

Barbie

Scream

Dead Poets Society

Serendipity

Promising Young Woman

Pride and Prejudice (2005)

What We Do in the Shadows (movie)

However I'll also soon be uploading for Jojo Rabbit, Eighth Grade, Chicago, The Lizzie McGuire Movie, The Iron Claw, Mamma Mia, Palm Springs, and Baby Driver. Probably more soon as I think of them.

If you have any other suggestions for posters you personally would be interested in ordering, I'm having fun with this so send me a DM! And I'll reply with a discount code for it since you requested it (I can't afford to sell it for free but order through my Etsy and I'll give you a one-time reduced price as thnx).

Selling in 6"x8", 12"x16", and 18x24"

Thank you :)

[wildskissed]

Something about her ear and her neck scars on display, but the other scar not as prominently on display, has me feral about this haircut...

[thunderheadfred]

me and Yogurt staring out the window at some BIRD DRAMA tonight

[madxwonderland]

Been working on some packing today. Got all my artwork and posters down and my walls are so bare now. I hate it.

[kifu]

Sinner still had the ability to pull his leg back when i pinch his toes, but he won't get up and he's not interested in water. I'll hole him up in a carrier for a night or two so that he can reach what he needs, monitor his ability to poop, and put him out of his misery if he doesn't show signs of getting better.

I had FOUR does bred to him, but I'm really not sure three of them took. I doubt my ability to palate anymore, though, because i get litters so infrequently.

[darklight-owl]

I don't get how my brain works sometimes

Like when I'm watching a show or playing a game or something I'll be like a rabid shipper like as long as 2 characters have compatible personalities or share a lot of sweet moments together I'll probably ship them at least a little.

But then when I'm writing my own thing where I have full control of the canon I only make like one or two canon pairings and go "well that's enough of that now to write the fun parts"

[brightfemurz]

When it's full on downpour thundering outside and your dog is still whining at the backyard door so she can hopefully stick her head inside the bird nest that two Carolina Wrens made in a space in our grill

[pseudowho]

"--n'then...n'then we put on our Welly boots and we put on our skirts and then we're explorer-dancers and we go, go, go--"

Your daughter led Yuuji for his next great adventure; he followed gladly, for being big brother was preferable to any mission. You sank into the relief of being ignored.

Moments passed, and you felt Kento approach behind you, feigning snores into your shoulder and crushing you against the kitchen counter. He chuckled as you reached back to pinch his hips.

You smiled into your tea, leaning back for a morning-coffee-breath kiss.

"Morning handsome."

"Not handsome," Kento rumbled, his voice scratchy, "scruffy." You hummed to yourself, closing your eyes against the curling steam from your mug.

Despite the random noise vomit coming from your daughter, some obnoxious children's morning TV show, and the bustle and the clatter, this was peace.

There was something odd to your daughter's noise vomit, though. Something strange; her series of squeals, grunts, deep rumbles and tiny screams, told the tale of a bunny rabbit being chased by some enormous bear. You frowned. You whispered back to Kento.

"What on earth is she doing?"

"Don't ask questions. Just take the break. You know what she's li--"

"Hey, baby," you chirped, your daughter stopping her odd noises and looking up from her colouring, "those are some funny noises."

"Heard them!" She piped, her tongue between her lips as she surveyed her pens for the right shade of green. You waited for her to elaborate, and she did, "From yours and daddy's room, last night."

You felt yourself pale at the edges, and almost choked on your tea. Kento was washing dishes behind you, and you heard him fumble a glass into the sink.

Yuuji didn't look up from his colouring, but mused aloud, "Huh, I didn't hear that. Just lots and lots of thumping nois--"

Yuuji gasped, a filthy gasp, his jaw dropping and his head snapping up to look at you and Kento with absolute outrage. He clapped his hands over your daughters' ears, as if to prevent her from hearing any further debauchery.

You sunk your face onto your arms, feeling steam rise off the top of your head. The silence was thick.

"You and daddy should play quietly," your daughter mused, mulish and sage, "I am very sleepy this morning."

"Don't worry, darling," Kento toned, his face and voice carefully schooled, "I'll get your mummy a gag--"

"Shut up Kento, I'll get you a muzzle--"

Yuuji all but shouted, shooting to his feet, "Hey, how about we go to the park, huh, kiddo? Just me and you!"

Your daughter squealed with delight, abandoning her pens to dart to the door for her coat. Yuuji fumbled past the kitchen counter, pearl-clutching with his nose in the air.

"And--and you two-- you should think about what you've done," Yuuji scolded. You felt Kento vibrate with mirth, with his face hidden in your shoulders. You hung your head, truly mortified, and Yuuji continued, finger-wagging, "Disgusting-- get a room--"

"--we were in our room, Yuuji--"

"--shut up-- horrible-- gross-- ugh!"

Yuuji swept out of the door with a slam. Your daughters' voice faded into the distance. You felt Kento's hand slip up under your shirt, moaning into your neck as he found your breasts.

"Does this mean we can be louder now?"

"You're never touching me again, Kento, I'm chaste forevermore--"

"--alright...after this one."

A silence. Another hand coming up to slip beneath your panties, and you shivered, huffing.

"...alright. Just once more. Then chaste, forevermore."

"Sure. Absolutely."

[blackdykegirlblogger]

birthday sex with abby!

a/n: this is pretty sloppy tbh but i'm horny and felt like jotting smth down. she's a capricorn bc i said so.

thinking about how you wanted to surprise abby for her birthday. you had it all set up: breakfast in bed (her favorite: four slices of french toast, scrambled eggs and a large cup of black coffee), reservations at this new italian restaurant she's been dying to go to for weeks now, and your personal favorite: sex.

now granted, yall tended to go at it like rabbits on a daily basis, so it wasn't like fucking was anything new to your relationship. but, it was usually abby who took the reins. and as much as you loved her being in command under you...or above you...or from whatever position she decided on that day, you figured such a special occasion was the perfect time to switch things up a bit.

you gently tiptoed into your shared bedroom, easing the door open with your hips while you balanced her plate and mug. she was the prettiest sight you've ever seen, her usually meticulously done braid all fuzzy and askew as she snored gently. and luckily for you, she refused to ever wear shirts to bed, so her perky tits were loudly and proudly on display. you would honestly take a a picture if your hands weren't so full.

"abs? abby? time for breakfast, baby."

she grunted slightly as her eyes began to open, blinking a couple of times before landing on you. she pushed herself up on her elbows as she took everything in, the largest grin appearing on her face and making you giggle. "well good morning to you too, pretty girl. what's all this for?"

her tits bounced slightly as she adjusted herself into a sitting position, and your eyes were momentarily distracted before you acknowledged what she just said. "...it's your birthday? don't tell me you forgot again." you asked incredulously.

"my...? oh!" she grabbed her phone off the nightstand and checked the date, finally noticing the blaring January 7th on the screen. "well would you look at that?"

you rolled your eyes as you pressed a sloppy kiss on her cheek and handed her her meal. "happy 22nd visit around the sun, dumbass. i love you."

"fuck mama! s-slow downplease-"

if you had a nickel for every time you managed to make abby beg, like genuinely beg for you, you would only have a handful of nickels. as obsessed as she was with you, she was someone who prided herself on maintaining control at all times. it was a rare treat to see her all worked up and desperate (maybe you would get lucky if she was high, but that was a solid maybe), and you engraved the thought in your mind the best you could, knowing damn well this was never happening again..

"nuh uh, birthday girl. let me work, yeah?" you were grinding back against her, bouncing yourself on her strap as you put on a show for her. each movement put an immense amount of pressure on her engorged clit, and she couldn't help but drool at the sight granted to her as she ran her hands up and down your ribs in agony. your pussy was dripping on top of her, trickles of cum staining the silicone attached to her hips.

she swore on her life and everything she loved that she can feel you squeeze around her, your rhythm faltering slightly as you tightened around the base. you had already cum twice, but she always took a bit longer to get there, and you refused to let up until she did. for a second, a split, split, split second, you actually thought that you might've been able to get away with this. yeah, you were definitely going to be punished for it later, but hey! you were feeling good, she was feeling good and that was all that you could register in your cockdrunk mind.

the vibe shifted entirely as you felt her grip on your waist tighten, lifting you off her and turning you around so that you were staring her dead in the eye. despite her flushed cheeks and blown pupils, you could tell that underneath all the lust and desire, she was not pleased. uh-oh.

"who....the actual fuck do you think you are, huh?"

and with that, she began to do what she did best, pumping you up and down like you weighed absolutely nothing. and to her, you truly didn't. her thumb rotated across your clit as you whimpered, the brutal pace making your eyes meet the back of your head.

"nuh-uh" she gleefully mocked your earlier rebuttal, marking your skin with little crescent shaped indents as she rammed you, hard and fast and dizzying. "i want eye contact. and what the birthday girl wants, she gets."

[bunny-jpeg]

the bouncer & the missus

simon "ghost" riley

tags: smut/pwp, bouncer au, bouncer!simon, established relationship, simon's soft spot, pregnant!reader, car sex, clothed sex, pregnancy & breeding

a/n: want to suggest your own fic? the inbox is open! this rabbit runs on comments & reblogs!

"baby girl." simon said as he came over during his break. he saw you in a booth by yourself, happily on your phone and munching on a basket of fries and onion rings that simon ordered for you. he knew you ate dinner before you came to see him, you dropped him off his portion of the meal. he looked down at you.

he was wearing all black. from the backwards baseball cap hiding his blond hair to the tight black t-shirt that highlighted his tattoos. he looked at you with those deep brown eyes. he asked, "you and the peanut shouldn't be in a place like this." his gaze cast down to your swollen middle.

you replied, "i'm not drinking, si. plus, these fries are much better than any kind of alcohol." you leaned against the vinyl of the seat and rubbed your swollen middle, "plus, i can't sleep well tonight."

you were dressed in one of his sweatshirts, it covered you perfectly. plus the faint smell of cigarettes on it plus the body wash he had been using for nearly a decade. you also liked that it had your husband's last name written across the back. made you feel protected as you ventured out of the house to visit your beloved simon at work. underneath was a stretchy maternity dress because struggling jeans didn't feel like an option tonight.

simon didn't like you hanging around the bar, even before you got pregnant. now with the peanut on the way, he was extremely protective over the both of you. he got into the booth beside you and held your face while he kissed you on the lips. you kissed over the black medical mask over his mouth. he didn't take the thing off during shift except to replace it if it got dirty or ruined. he didn't want to ruin the mystery when giving a kiss to his missus.

you were knew around the bar was "the missus" or "mrs riley", you've always been known as that even before you got married to simon. it was why you were able to have both onion rings and fries!

he placed a wide hand on your belly and rubbed it gently. you rubbed your thighs together lovingly while you continued to eat. simon had a thing for your pregnancy. knowing that you were carrying his child, it excited the bouncer.

he was all tattoos and sharp edges. meanwhile you were painfully sweet, the total opposite. and together you made the most precious peanut you could possibly imagine. you were perfect for him. so of course he rubbed his nose up against your neck and you giggled against him. his touches got a little more firm, not enough to hurt. but enough to know that your husband was getting a good feel of you.

how could he not? he loved you, you were his wife. no one else could call themselves that! he even got a quick squeeze of your ass before you pulled down his mask just enough to kiss his lips in the low light of the bar.

you pulled the mask back over his mouth and asked, "how much time do you have left in your break?" you knew that this wasn't going to happen if you waited until you got home.

simon looked at his watch, the one you gifted him for his first, un-offical father's day. he said, "twenty more minutes." and before you knew it, you were being helped out of the booth by your adoring husband.

you ended up in your car, simon opened the door for you and shuffled you inside. you sat in the backseat with him. he chucked his mask into the dark of the vehicle. he kissed you passionately and his hands pushed up your dress. he touched your behind with a bit of force, but not enough to bruise you.

simon riley would never bruise his missus on purpose. he one time smacked your ass too hard it left a purple hand print and he spent a month apologizing to you. he managed to get your panties around your left ankle and his cock out of his jeans.

"there she is." he said softly, "my missus." he purred lovingly. simon, despite his rough exterior, loved you deeply. he loved you so much he almost didn't ask you out when you first met because he was worried a woman as amazing as you didn't need to be with someone like him. but you loved him all the same, every mark, scar, tattoo, all of it. it was what made your husband, your husband.

"i hope i'm not taking up too much room." you said with your hands on your middle. simon patted your belly with another hand on your hip as he assured you that you were fine.

"i'll always take up more room, love." he said. you didn't have much time, as much as he loved to admired his wife. the two of you had to be quick if this was going to work. the breathing between you two was hot as you sank down on his cock.

you groaned and nodded when simon asked you if you were okay. you let out a cute little moan and your husband silenced you with a hot kiss. you felt a tremor of pleasure in your gut as you started to rock your hips against him. he was so much bigger than you, so intimidating and scary. but he loved you. you were his wife, his everything.

"you look amazing, lovie." he said softly as you moved against him. your pretty painted nails dug into this shirt over his shoulders. your fingers grasped onto the black material.

your swollen middle rubbed against his abdomen and he loved the feeling. it was a big cramped with little room to get comfortable with. but this wasn't the most cramped space you ever had sex in. plus, simon could be any position and still cum because of your sweet cunt.

the movements were fast, but not rough. you bounced on simon's hard cock and he kept a hand on the top of your head so you didn't hurt yourself against the roof of your beat up little car. you felt the shift in your weight as you moved. simon eyed you with those dark beautiful eyes.

"there's my girl." he purred as he moved against you. you felt the swell of warmth in your soul from the movements. simon dialed for the roughness after you got pregnant. his girl needed some tlc, but no bruises. never bruises.

"mmm, please, simon." you arched your back a little and felt the excitement race through you. you held onto him tighter, his strong shoulders felt good under your touch. you felt the zaps of pleasure through your body.

simon rested a little more up against the leather seats as he held onto your head and hip to make sure that you didn't put too much strain on yourself. he rolled his hips up against you and you moaned a little louder. you felt the warmth radiate in your core as the two of you fucked passionately in the backseat of your care.

simon loved that your swollen middle was up against him. to feel so close to you. to know that he made you that way excited him. oh, did it excite him. he loved it. he loved knowing that you carried a big piece of him everywhere you went. you two made a family together, and that left simon aroused.

he was finally putting the seed to go use. dumped enough of it inside of his missus and now you were sprouting a lovely little bump. in a few months you'll have your son in your arms. you two moved together in a rapid pace, the kisses got hotter as did the steam on the car windows.

husband and wife doing it in a car behind the the bar. your noises got a little louder and higher in pitch as you felt the swell of want through you. it excited you, he excited you.

he kissed at your next with admiration. he carried all his love in his touches and kisses. he carried his love for you in everything he did for you. you were the center of his world. as was the baby you were carrying. simon riley finally got the family he always wanted and he'd make sure that you two were protected.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

your words sweet like honey as you felt closer to your orgasm. you felt a tightness in your chest as you tensed up from the heated want. the pleasure coursed through you as you felt so close to your orgasm. you continued to move up and down his cock until you clenched around him and orgasmed.

simon continued to with his cock into you, he felt a similar heat in his body as he moved you up and down his cock as much as he could. he could feel it all bubble up and eventually pour over. with a few more steady thrusts of his hips. he finished inside of you with a heavy groan. you two looked into each other's eyes and simon pulled you in for a heated kiss, "mm, my girl, always takin' care of me."

you held onto his wrist and looked at the time, "oh no. you better hurry up and you may have time for some food in your stomach!" you kissed him then struggled to get your panties back on. he kissed you before he got out of the car.

he pointed at you and said, "you get right home and don't stay up waiting for me. you and peanut need sleep. i'll meet you in my bed, mrs. riley."

you giggled from the driver's seat, composed enough to get yourself home, "don't worry. i'm well worn out, it'll be time for a cup of herbal tea and comfy pajamas." simon leaned in to kiss you on the lips deeply before he went back to the bar to finish the rest of his shift. you watched him leave and before you left the parking lot you looked down at your swollen middle and gave it a pat.

"you and i better get to bed, or else papa is gonna be worried. but maybe we'll make a quick stop to the corner store first for some ice cream." you giggled before you turned on the car and sped off of the parking lot. <3