#anon 🦊

[littelovelunette]

I'm so excited for this weekenddddd >w< my closest friend is coming into town to visit me and I'm SO EXCITED<333 I've missed them so muchhh<3 we're gonna be having fun in more ways than one heheheh >:3

I'm so excited, mama<33

-🦊

Sound sooo mischievous, stay out of trouble, young lady but I'm glad you're excited sweetheart

[sgt-garrison]

Sir is it okay if I still follow ask lieutenant? :( I saw your posts about blocking eachother

-🦊

HEY SO IT WAS A JOKE I PROMISE Ethan and I are super tight!! We rp with each other almost daily. Even if we had blocked each other, follow who you want! Idgaf. We’re all adults, I’m not gunna cry and have a tantrum if you like someone I don’t.

[heaven-ly-father]

Been lurking on your blog for a while now i can always rely on you to post the good shit that gets my stupid bottom brain going haywire

~🦊

THANKS the trick is that I'm just indulging my own bottom fantasies

[juiceofmoons]

Hey Rena! It's me, the anon with the kitsune request 🦊. I don't want to ask anything or to be a bother, but I accidentally deleted my old account 🥲.

I was so upset after losing everything. I came back as fast as I could to see if you were still here. I really like what you do and how dedicated you are to everything. Finally, I hope I didn't scare you or you don't hate me. I wanted to see if you were ok (I'm sorry, my social skills are very bad and I don't really know how to talk with people). Have a good day/ night.🫂

hi anon! 🦊

oh no!! sorry to hear you lost your old account :(( thank you for your kind words <3 I really enjoyed making the kitsue mb bc it suits him so well so thanks for that request! was also really fun to do the colouring <3 I really like doing the mythical creature ones 💜

also sorry it took me a while to do but if you haven't seen it, here it is :)) I hope you are doing well 😊 have a good day/night too!

[moonlit-imagines]

Hiya! 🦊

I wish you a very happy birthday! I hope I am not too late and I also hope you had lots of fun with friends and fam!

Best of wishes 🎉

Take care! ♡🦊

thank you so much darling!!!!! 💕💕

[alexsteev]

Big brother and his friend forcing me wear a puppy tail, ears, and a leashed collar and doing all kind of perverted stuff, making me eat of a dog bowl, walk around the house in all fours while they guide me with the leash, sleep in a dog crate... They even induce my brain into getting in heat, by drugging me with aphrodisiac and making me watch a hypnosis to think like a bitch in heat all the time!!

By the time they are done with me, I'm just their good puppy boy, ready to serve and trained enough to pleasure them at all times. I'm no longer a person, I'm just there for their enjoyment and pleasure, perfect to suck and take cock at any given time, they just have to order me to present and I'll be there, face down ass up wiggling my hips like an eager pup waiting to be filled and cum over and over till I pass out...

[k2ntoss]

doing a part of the request my fave jason simp, 🦊 anon, made some time ago AND THAT I FEEL BAD FOR REPLYING UNTIL NOW

so writer's block who? i just needed a sex and the city episode to pull out this so here we fucking GO

it's been quite a while since sleeping on jason's place is a regular thing, not only sleeping but spending time there on his free time watching him cook or just sit together to read a book. it's by far the best feeling ever because even if he isn't fucking you into oblivion during the night being by his side feels just right.

despite everything being so perfect and nice there are some boundaries he isn't letting you cross yet and the reason? explained properly and understood by you, he was trying to make sure you'd be safe without anyone finding a way to get to you and hurt you wanting to hurt him with it. that meant not leaving personal stuff on his place, it was risky to let you spend so much time around but he couldn't resist it, jason loved being able to have his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he read on the couch, leaning in every now and then to kiss your cheek.

the room was still dark, it was early when you had started to wake up from your slumber to squirm under jason's arm that was holding you tight against his chest as he nuzzled his face against your back, the feeling of you wanting to escape his grip makes him drag you more into his embrace and a soft grunt leaves his throat when he finds himself unable to bury his face into your hair "where are you going, ma?" he asks, still more asleep than anything as jason still has his eyes closed.

"i need to get ready, love" the reply reaches him and even with that information jason refuses to let go of off you, his arms now wrapped around your hips as you try to get out of his bed, dragging with you the sheets for a whole second before you almost fall from the bed "jay, i really, really need to leave the bed..."

"but it's still dark, you can't leave yet... i want to sleep a little more and i want you here with me" the smile that reply steals goes missing for him, poor guy is still almost fully asleep but he clings onto you for dear life even knowing you probably have something to do during the day before he's able to hold you again "just one more hour. then you're free to go, angel"

"i need that hour to get ready, jaybird" you chuckle, shifting a little under his arm as you try to push it away from you and when you finally escape the death grip jason has on your body the lazy walk to the bathroom is filled with the guilt of leaving him all alone to get ready for something that wouldn't be as nice and warm as your lover's embrace. picking up your clothes and stuff to get ready you rethink and the final choice is clear as water, that much you don't even realize when you started to lift the comfy sheet to push jason a bit "you win... i'll stay here"

the fact that jason isn't fully awake makes his pretty smile even prettier because he scoots a little with his arms ready to hold you again and once you lay back on his bed he leans in to kiss your lips and almost as if sleepiness was contagious you found yourself kissing him back and ready to drift back into your dreams where just like in the waking, you'd stay into jason's arms. hiding your face against his neck, arms wrapped around his torso and one leg drapped over his hips it's nice and warm to feel his big hand caressing your thigh softly as his lips kiss tenderly your neck making you smile widely.

there's a sweet sense of intimacy on his touch and even if the tiredness washes over both of you, jason's hands are now holding your hips to press you against his body and between soft and tender kisses, his hands and yours start to pull off the little amount of clothes you used to sleep. his practiced hands run sweetly over your skin, undoing the clasp of your bra and taking it off while your hands pull up his shirt, fingers gently caressing his scars as he kissed a trail across your jaw.

"you're just so pretty..." jason's gruffy voice makes you shiver and under the sheets his body is pressed flush against you, his hands holding your waist as he rolls his hips against yours as if testing waters and there's nothing that would make you leave his side. not now, not ever.

"i love you so much, red..." you mutter against his chin, letting out a breathless moan when he's able to push into you, his movement is anything but hard. he takes his sweet time to settle between your inner walls, letting out a soft groan accompanied by a content smile when you wrap your arms around his neck to snuggle against him.

"love you too, ma" he whispers against your temple, he has his eyes closed as he enjoys the warmth you provide and he knows that even in the dark place his life is you're everything he will ever need. with a soft sigh he starts moving, slow strokes as he holds onto your hips while muttering sweet nothings into your ear.

the whole room is filled with the tenderness of the moment, silent gasps and soft moans as he held you as if you could break if he got too rough. your lips peppering his jaw and cheeks in soft kisses as he rolls his hips into you making your breath hitch everytime he hits that sweet spot and the chill of the morning feels like something so strange because your morning is sweet and warm while jason is by your side.

time seems to go by slower, lips swollen from the kissing to drown the soft grunts and to delay everything a little more until you feel jason's slow strokes faltering before he spills himself inside you, drawing a soft moan from your lips as your own release washed over you making your body clench around his in a delicious grip. the room is now filled with nothing besides the soft pants of your breathing, his hands caressing soothingly your waist as you nuzzled your face against his neck.

"can't you stay here today? i don't feel like letting go of my pretty princess" jason asks quietly, his voice is still a bit gruffy and he looks sleepy despite what you just did. it's impossible to leave him like this, shiny eyes and messy hair, looking happy finally because he had his little world into his arms.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

Sleep nonnie again. Is it okay if I go by 🦊🌲 its easier.

Anyways I think it would be a funny scenario if you suggest to the op boys to keep their hands warm by putting them between your thighs. I know some boys would just get a heart attack if you suggest that and get a cute blush

say whAT NOW?? NONNIE HELLO AND WELCOME BACK!! (dm me so that we can be friends ur fic ideas are so out of pocket i love it); also, gonna add ace cause i see many ace thirsties out there ;)

let me warm you up ft. the monster trio//ace!

luffy:

💗when he agreed to this, he didn't know just what kind of uncharted territory he was entering. he was simply not prepared. you had given him such a soft smile, taking his hands into yours as gingerly, "luff, are you cold?" he had nodded a mindless yes because you were crossing a terribly cold patch of the sea and his hands were freezing. but then held his hand a bit tighter and whispered, "i can warm them up for you. if you like?" he was too drunk on the idea to see the mischievous glint in your eyes and the way you spurred him on with your honey-like voice.

💗so now, he sat in front of you, eyes blown wide and lips trembling as his hands rested between your plush thighs. you had squeezed your thighs shut around his restless hands, claiming that it'll get him warm in little to no time. but god, this was hard (much like something else) and he was trying his best to keep his fingers still and not do anything hasty, like digging it into your soft flesh and relishing in the way your body molded to his touches. or by trailing his hand a bit upwards and seeing the way you react. 💗"luffy??" you called out and captain shook his head as he crawled out of that daze like state, "y-yeah?" "you okay?" you mumbled, voice far too gentle. you fucking minx. "you seem like you're losing your mind." good catch! because he was. luffy abruptly pulled his hands backwards lest he do something that truly made him lose his sanity. he scrambled off of your bed, heading out the door into the chilly deck in long, skitterish steps. "where ya going?" you called after him but he rushed out, yelling after himself, "JUST GONNA WARM UP WITH USSOP INSTEAD BYE" did ussop have better thighs than you? you may never know.

zoro:

💚zoro was very stupid, very. he was not the smartest tool in the shed when it came to love or crushes or dating or cooking food or social cues or emotional intelligence or— i should stop before this turns into zoro slander [i promise i love him]. but now, the bounty hunter sat with his face flushed and hands tucked between your soft, malleable thighs. he was smarter than this, truly. he knew that when you suggested that he looked cold and you can warm him up, he was supposed to say "fuck no, get out." because having a crush on you was embarrassing enough on it's own. but you had given him such a gut-wrenching, pleading look. your eyes saddened and your lips fell into a pout and oh god, what was he, if not the man who would let you ruin him? 💚ever since he was a child, zoro had always known that he would die a noble swordman's death. he would die fighting, brave, courageous, unafraid. now, he was sure he'd die from the way you squirmed and pressed your thighs shut. "quit movin'" he grunted, looking away from you as your stared at him. but you tucked your arms against your chest and the soft swell of your tits fell forward towards him so deliciously. he must have lost focus and let his gaze travel against your body cause you coughed, drawing his attention back to your face, "quit starin'." he pulled his hands back, ears going red and heart faltering. he should really stop before he gave into the temptations and pinned you to the mattress to— his voice pitched up, "i-i'm going back to my room, bye." "zoro?!" you called after the swordsman as he ran out, "BUT THIS IS YOUR ROOM, WHERE ARE YOU GOING??" [spoiler: he went to chopper and crushed herbs to make medicine. he wanted to get rid of some of that tension but he failed. because he put the pressure too hard and the china dish in which he was crushing the leafy herbs broke, and now chopper was hitting him square in his head, talking about how important it was to be precise in medicine and how zoro will never make a good doctor. "stop hitting me— OW" "what KIND OF A DOCTOR ARE YOU?" "IM A SWORDSMAN!" "YEAH CAUSE YOU CANNOT BE A DOCTOR!"]

sanji:

💙breath in, breathe out. breathe in, breathe out. breath in, breath out— "sanji?" you asked, a tinge of worry at his almost fainting figure, "are you okay?!" "my love, darling, sugar pie—" the man caught his tongue between his teeth, trying to stop his head from spinning. the floor seem to sway under him, the lights seemed too bright. was he flying or was it the blood rush?? "what did you just ask me?" you look down at the kitchen floor, mumbling with a bashful smile, "if your hands are cold...i can warm them up." his heart quickened as did his fingers. he chopped the bell pepper so hastily that you were sure you saw sparks flying. "and how would you do that?" "you can keep them between my thighs, if you like?" you looked up, "OH MY GOD SANJI YOUR NOSE—" 💙i hate to cut the story short but sanji 100% fainted and you had to catch him before he fell face-forward into the pot with boiling water on the stove. sorry, he gets no bitches :( but you did look after him on the bedside and let him eventually touch your thighs so... idk, a win is a win!!! ["so, is he like dead?" zoro had asked, uninterested, as you hauled the cook's figure outside the kitchen. you were dragging him to his room as the rest of the crew trailed you. they had heard your shriek and came spilling into the kitchen to see what the fuss was about. "did you give him a hug?" nami asked, amused. "hug's too much." ussop snickered, "she probably smiled at him." sanji whipped his head dangerously to glare at them, "i can hear you. and i will be poisoning your food." he looked back at you, "oh don't you worry, im still fainted." he closed his eyes, letting his forehead fall on your shoulder. you smiled to yourself, making a note to warm him up later]

ace:

🧡truthfully, how do you ask a man made of literal fire if you can "warm him up"??? you must have not thought you plan through because you had stood in his room a bit tipsy, locked the door behind you and asked a boy [who was always shirtless cause he was so warm] that question. "huh?" ace's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. he stood up to walk towards you, "what is that about? you wanna warm me up?" "NO!" you bit your cheek when you realized the implications of your words, "i was joking, obviously." "awh, i do love when you humor me." he quipped, "it's kinda cute." "shut up." you glared at him but he gave you an earnest smile back, "if you're cold, you could have just told me." he set his finger ablaze, acting suave, "see, i can warm you up." "you wanna set me on fire?" you seethed. "no?!" "why did you light your fingers on fire?!" "YOU ASKED A MAN MADE OF FIRE IF YOU CAN WARM HIM UP? DONT ASK ME QUESTIONS?!" "i'm drunk" you mumbled. after a beat you looked down at the floor, "and... i'm kinda cold." portagas d. ace just smiled, shrugging in mock nonchalance, "we can cuddle, if you like. i've been told i'm a pretty great heater." you laughed, "hah, hotshot." ace gave you a wicked grin, "how drunk are you?" "not nearly enough." just saying, portagas d ace was better than just a "pretty great heater." he was a pretty great fu-

a/n: i love writing stupid things so much. it makes me so happy because i'm a stupid little girl giggling and typing on her laptop when she should be doing work. tagging the ever lovelies: @bokutosbiceps (resident luffy enjoyer) and @help-i-lost-my-sock (resident ace enjoyer). if you wanna be added to the tag list, please let me know (//tell me your preferences and i'd tag you in those fics)!

[ozzgin]

I've been walking a lot more for health reasons but also to strengthen my legs. I wish i could show them to yokai Suma~ -🦊

Oh, he'd be thrilled. Regardless of how you look, Suma loves to see you healthy and thriving. Pick him as your motivational coach, you won't regret it.

[babybearnation]

Lewis Hamilton x rookie driver reader general headcannons

-🦊

lewis hamilton x gn!f1 rookie!reader

you were coming in to formula 1 to replace... him

with his move to ferrari announced, mercedes had to look for a new driver and that turned out to be you

you were promising and lewis looked forward to seeing how you would perform, especially since he'd seen you race before

you had plenty of experience in other leagues of racing, but this league of racing was something you hadn't done in a while

lewis practically took you under his wing, helping you to adapt and learn more about the world of formula 1

you two got along insanely well and before long, you could tell you had gotten feelings for him and he for you

neither of you acted on it until you got your maiden win

it was euphoric and exciting and the second you got lewis alone, you kissed him

lewis kissed back instantly, much to your shock and relief

you two had to separate because you had to go on the podium, but you arranged to go on a date after the celebrations were over

you two didn't stay private for long

you weren't super public, but lewis definitely soft launched you and you definitely hard launched him (on accident)

a lot of the other drivers jokingly call you guys the parents of the grid, but you two don't actually mind that title

lewis loves to just relax with you and forget about all the pressures of f1

if you ever end up battling for a race win or battling for a wdc/wcc win, you can bet your ass lewis is gonna fight hard

not as hard as 2016, but still.. very fucking hard

lewis knew that sometimes the pressure of being "lewis hamilton's successor" got to you and he always made sure to comfort you

he'd promise, over and over, that no matter what, you were you and lewis loved you for you

lots of lazy days at home with roscoe cuddles and also lots of chill days at ferrari with plenty of roscoe & leo cuddles

you're technically not supposed to be at ferrari but if lewis sneaks you in, does it matter?

you and charles get close and whilst lewis can get jealous, he never does when it comes to your and charles' friendship

each and every step you make in your career, lewis will be so proud of you and will happily cheer you on all the time

he's literally so lovable and he will happily smother you in kisses if you want or need them

© all rights to babybearnation 2025.

[littelovelunette]

Hi mommyyy<3

(I just wanted to say hi >w< I hope that's okay :< )

- 🦊

heyyy and ofc it's ok remi <33

[sgt-garrison]

*crawls into your lap and sleeps*

-🦊

Aww, get comfortable. Y’sleep as much as needed.

[occasionalsnippets]

I Read FD!Mc and I love them, awh, how cute, It is stated that FD!Mc is not a constant in the universe since thier alternate self didn't exist but what do you think thier alternate self woild be like if it did exist?

— 🦊 Anon

I did do a couple of little au ideas at the end of the outline but here’s elaboration of Wayne enterprises intern au!

Taglist:@dragondevinity, @lonely-star2044, @sheep-from-rad, @ilxandra, @thethingwiththefeathers, @star-wars-lycanwing-bat, @sackofsadstuff, @zonked-times, @paastaboi, @venfia, @fantasy-angelo, @linaisadream

You get an internship at Wayne Enterprises and it’s pretty great. It’s only supposed to last half a semester but then um. Jason died. The company went to hell for a bit, your supervisor transferred to another department and no one signed your internship annulment form. So, you’re trapped at Wayne Enterprises for the unforeseeable future.

Tim sneaks out one night and ends up becoming Robin. You had told him to wait for you but apparently you were taking too long so he left on his own. Ugh. Teen rebellion. You knew it was going to happen at some point.

The company gets less on fire. Mr. Wayne starts showing up again. It's summer and you are still working at Wayne Enterprises. Fuck you hate it here but at least you're still being paid.

You think that at some point, they just… forgot you were an intern? People keep giving you tasks. You keep doing them. You don't know who your new supervisor is or who to go to anymore.

Tim goes to you for advice on how to take care of a grown ass man. You tell him he should just let you into the Wayne manor so you can do it yourself but he thinks it won't go over well. Fine. Whatever. You help out in the background.

At some point, Batman starts getting better and Tim becomes Robin officially. Mr. Wayne, still pretending to be as ditzy as ever, mistakes you for someone else (an assistant or something?) and brings you along to a board meeting.

You dutifully take notes and watch him run circles around everyone else. At the end of the meeting, once everyone has left, he turns to you and asks "And who are you again?"

You give your name, no last name, and ask if there's anything else he needed. He waves you off. You can already tell he's going to stalk your employment history.

The new intern supervisor's contact information is buried under 62 emails and 5 link portals. You call so you can finally quit. They respond with "You've been promoted". "What?". "You're been promoted". "By who? When? For what?". "By Mr. Wayne, two days ago, to executive assistant."

You complain to Tim as you examine the case he brought back to you for help. He is entirely unsympathetic to your plight.

The things that happen after are mainly just shenanigans.

You know that they know that you know Mr. Wayne and co are vigilantes but in a "professional work setting", you are determined to never directly bring it up. If they want to talk about it, it will be over your dead body.

Later, when Batman gets lost in the time stream and Mr. Wayne mysteriously "retires". Tim breaks the news to you.

"Congrats, you've been appointed CEO."

"What?" you respond in horror.

"You're the new CEO." He's not even hiding his laughter.

"Traitor," you hiss at him as he breaks and laughs directly in your face.

[aussiexlovexaffair]

roommate!luke sees you're having a rough day and decides to help out <3 words: 1.2k request fill: 🦊 genre: fluff awwww tw: luke can't cook :((( author's note: my first fic!

Luke knew from the moment you stumbled out of your bedroom, still throwing your work clothes on and fixing your hair into a presentable style, that the day had not started out well for you. He was hunched over a bowl of cereal at the kitchen counter as you set your purse down on the counter and rummaged through the cabinets for something to hold you over for the day. Your boss, unprofessional as ever, called you unexpectedly that morning to inform you that you would have to cover a shift for someone who’d called in sick. You’d tried to tell him that he couldn’t just take one of your vacation days from you— but seeing as you were a student and you didn’t have much money as is, you decided against provoking the man who signed your paychecks.

He sets his spoon down, still chewing on the bite that he had just taken, and leans against the counter to watch you. “Rough morning?” He inquires as he watches you grab a granola bar and a piece of fruit from the counter. He flinches a little at the force you use to shove your breakfast into your bag.

“Like you wouldn’t believe— my boss called this morning to tell me someone called out sick. I have to cover for them…” Your bag tips over as you continue to stuff it with your personal belongings and you let out a growl of frustration. He casually props it up again for you and rakes his hands through his blond hair. He was fortunate enough to have a job that didn’t require shifts like yours— only that at some point, he and his band members had an album ready to release. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?...” His voice is soft when he addresses you. From personal experience, he knew that being too nagging while someone was having a bad day could only make it worse. You shake your head a little, sighing in defeat as you slide your shoes over your socks. “No, it’s fine. I just had a shit ton of stuff I wanted to do around the house today— my laundry needs to be done and I was gonna vacuum and wash the dishes and I was gonna cook for us tonight, but I guess now we have to order. Again.” His lips form a thin line at the sound of your complaints. “Alright,” accepting your fate, you sling your bag over your shoulder and grab your keys. “I’m off. See you later.”

His head turns to follow your form hurrying out the door, eyebrows knitted together in sympathy. He looks around at the apartment. It wasn’t that dirty— surely he could do all this stuff for you, right?  After a moment of thought, he decided it was so insignificant that he’d start the chores later in the day. 

Now as he was elbow deep in dirty dishwater, bubbles overflowing onto the tile floor of the kitchen and head shoved into the crook of his neck to hold his phone in place, he wanted to go back in time and slap himself across the face.

“No— Ash, I’m telling you, the grease won’t come off! Ye–yeah, I’ve tried scrubbing harder, at this point the plate’s gonna break with how hard I’m scrubbing! C’mon, give me something else, y/n’s gonna be home in an hou— shit— in fifteen minutes!” He shouts into the phone over the sound of the sponge scraping over some dried, mystery residue stuck on it. He glances over at the stove, where the sauce in his pot is slowly beginning to rise and threaten to overboil. “Shit, I gotta go!.. The food’s gonna burn.” He sets the plate back into the sink and cleans his hands of the bubbles, rushing to the pot. He lowers the heat and stirs it a few times. “Fuck…” Resting his hands on his hips, he sighs a little. The vacuuming was finished and the dishes were almost done, but he was torn between the few plates left in the basin and the pasta sauce simmering on the stove. He thought cooking was going to be easy, after all, he’d called his mom to ask about what recipe to use— but it turned out to be impossible. The same went for your laundry, which he had to meticulously sort and wash in stages.

Turning the heat down, he resumes washing the dishes until there’s none left but the ones dripping on the drying rack. “Stupid dishwasher…” He kicks the machine as he passes it, cursing the broken appliance with a hushed anger.

Then he hears the door open. His head swivels around the kitchen for anything he might have forgotten to do. Meanwhile, you kick your shoes off and toss your bag onto the couch, slugging into the kitchen with a weary expression. Making your way towards the sink without a second thought, you reach in to grab one of the many dishes you expected to be waiting for you.

Your hand hits the bottom of the sink. You do a double-take as your eyes flicker down to the empty space. A soft grunt draws your attention to the stove, where Luke scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “You did the dishes?...” The slight break in your voice gives away just how exhausting your day at work was. His eyes soften and before he knows it, his arms are wrapping around your waist to pull you into a comforting embrace. He stoops down a little to rest his chin on the top of your head.

“And the laundry, and the vacuuming… it was awful, God— it was so awful.” He laughs a little under his breath, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet to sway the both of you playfully. He smiles when it garners a stifled giggle from you. “And I made pasta. I hope it’s good– it’s my mom’s recipe, but I’m not the best at cooking.” He pulls back a little and takes your hand, leading you to the stove to show off his culinary skills. A tired smile plays on your lips when you see the messy station, his phone still propped up on the utensil holder, and the pasta and sauce pots resting on the burners, still steaming. “I called my mom for this. I hope you’re grateful. I took about an hour out of her day trying to make this sauce.” “I am..” You assure him with a little breathless laugh. Your heart clenched at the thought of the boy scrambling around and holding things up to his camera so that his mom could ensure he was using the right ingredients. “I am.” You affirm again, gazing up at him with an appreciative grin. “Thank you for all this.”

He practically glows at the praise he’s receiving from you, a simper sneaking its way onto his slightly red cheeks. “Yeah, well— it was the bare minimum..” His voice trails off the more his smile grows and he clears his throat, two dishes for you. “You go sit down on the couch, we can watch a movie while we eat, okay? You pick tonight.” As he scoops pasta and sauce onto the bowl, you can’t help but let your gaze linger for a few seconds longer. Luke never knew how much his kindness affected other people, but you’d make sure to repay him when the opportunity presented itself.

[moonlit-imagines]

Hiya! 🦊

Thank you for clarifying with your new post. I am glad I didn't misread anything.

How are you doing today? Personally, I am starting as a tutor tomorrow and I am excited to be of help for a student but I am also stressed out because I have been out of studies (uni) for a couple years due to my disabilities.

I hope you have a beautiful week, take care! 🦊

hello my love!!! i’m glad you saw and i could clear it up, i didn’t want you to worry <3 i’m doin okay today, tired from classes and about to leave for work but just another day!!

good luck on your tutoring, that sounds so exciting!! i believe in you 💕💕

i hope your week is beautiful as well, darling!

[edgeray]

oh yes i meant when the reader is pregnant if u can, not in a nsfw way im sorry i made it unclear😭

Dragon Hunter Mother Part 4

(Arlecchino x Fem! Reader)

A/N -Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  It is once again dragon time, guys. I've written three dragon-related things straight 😩. The part you guys have been waiting for. Actual romance, hell yeah. Extra fluff for that one annoying moot (you know who you are ���). It’s a bit short compared to the other parts for this series, but probably because there's no new lore dump. Guys, I’ve thought so far into this au, please feel free to ask questions about this AU outside of requests. I am dying to talk about random bits of lore I made up (such as Arle's backstory that I won't be able to write). Also this isn't the end. Because there is going to be a Part 5. What the fuck, guys /j.  Hi anons!! Yes, you can be 🦊 anon and 👅anon. I'm sorry for how late this was first anon, I know I kept you for a while 😭. Also I'm sorrry for not being able to fulfil parts of your request because a) jealous arle wouldn't make sense given the worldbuilding, and b) i don't write nsfw of any kind. Sorry. I'm not going to include how exactly you're pregnant because it makes me uncomfortable writing it, so I'll just leave it up to your interpretation.  Please don't let these discourage you from requesting from me :). I always try my best to satisfy every request as long as it's reasonable and within my rules.  Content warnings / info - no warnings :), 1.8k words

Recovering from the infected wound didn't take long–in fact, it only took a week to be fully healthy, and the wound was healing nicely. Arlecchino was able to take care of everything while you were bedridden. You were surprised by how diligent and aware she seemed to be of taking care of you, especially as a dragon, but you didn't question it. She has had several decades of experience before you, you wouldn't be surprised if she picked up on a few things about humans. 

It's been about four months since the dragon hunters incident, and you have yet had another situation like that. Venturing into the town you had previously been going to was no longer safe, and so you began frequenting another bordering village. It was a bit further away, but because it turned out to be a port town, it ended up providing you with a lot more food and resources you previously couldn't access; including: fresh fish, more meat and produce, and more clothes and fabric. 

The trio have grown big enough to which you ride on top of one of them with no difficulty. They not only increased in size, but also their affection for you, crawling into your lap or climbing your back, or simply pouncing on any limb and holding onto you tightly. The same could be said for you, you no longer saw them as children, but your children. Arlecchino tells you that they refer to you as ‘Mother’ often.

Speaking of Arlecchino, she is no longer the standoffish dragon she was before the dragon hunters incident. On certain days, she can be just as clingy, if not more, than the children, although she would vehemently deny it with a scoff if you are to ever bring it up. Over time, she was less dragon, and more human to you, and with that, your attraction towards her continued to blossom. Your current relationship status with her is still strange, neither of you had ever labeled it on human standards, nor have the two of you ever ‘courted’ one another–in human or in draconic methods. Still, neither the two of you could miss the glances or the way you hold each other. 

Lately, the past few weeks, she has been acting strange. She's been exiting the cave more often alone, leaving you with her children to tend to, not that you mind. She returns hours later, usually with some type of wild animal she caught for you: deer, the occasional bear or moose, sometimes even pigs. You often stand at the entrance of the cave, dumbfounded as she drags the dead creature by her teeth in her dragon form, while the hatchlings salivate. If it's not wild animals, it's usually an arrangement of different colored stones she found along the shores or in the river. You appreciate them, but you're no less puzzled by the intention with each gift. 

You tried to wrack your brain of why she would be behaving like this, but you can’t come up with anything. It also seemed like with every gift you received, she became more and more… saddened? You weren't entirely sure for the reason, but you don't want to offend her by questioning her more. As the weeks pass by, and she disappears more and more, it seems like Arlecchino is… moping. 

You have asked the children multiple times, but all they do is give you a pointed look before jerking their head towards their Father and letting out a rumble. When you approach Arlecchino, asking what was troubling her, all she does is shake her head, her subtle pout ever so slightly intensifying. Finally, having enough of Arlecchino staring blankly at her hands for hours straight, you finally come up to her, taking her clawed hands in yours and gaze into her eyes. 

“Arlecchino. Tell me what's wrong,” you demand gently but firmly, kissing her knuckles.

The dragon stays silent, turning away from you, making your eye twitch. 

“Please…” You plead. 

Arlecchino seems hesitant to answer, opening her mouth before closing it several times. She contemplates something deeply, then lets out a steady exhale. 

“I've been… making courting attempts towards you,” she quietly admits, her cheeks flushing the slightest amount. “But… it seems like you're unreceptive to it because you're human.” 

Courting attempts? As if she was trying to establish a romantic relationship with you? No, it’s not courting as in ‘human courting.’ If it has to do with dragons, then perhaps it means–

“You… you want me as your mate?” You whisper out loud, your face undeniably warm at the realization, and your lips quirk up to the faintest smile. 

The dragon nods timidly, so unbefitting for a strong beast like herself. She peers at you intently, searching and analyzing every twitch of your face to come up with her own answer. You let out a huff, raising your arms to cup the sides of her face in your palms. The cold texture of her skin will never be an unwelcome sensation. 

“You could have told me instead of pouting like one of our children,” you chuckle, stepping closer to lean your forehead against her chest, feeling her thumping heart through it. 

“I didn't know if you wanted to be since… you never responded to my attempts. I know that it's silly seeing that you're human, but I felt more and more discouraged…” Her voice is low and vulnerable, and it makes you want to do nothing more but hold her in your arms forever.  

“You really still have so many things to learn about humans,” you giggle, pressing your lips against her nose. Fingers card through Arlecchino's silky locks, and you hum contently.

 “What do you mean?” 

You grin knowingly. “We like more direct expressions of our desires.” 

You stand on your tiptoes before leaning in, warm lips gracing cold ones as you pull her towards you. Your arms lock around her neck, keeping the two of you against each other. Quickly, Arlecchino responds, pressing her mouth against yours fervently while her fangs prick your bottom lip. You groan into the kiss, and squeak when her hands slide down to your behind, lifting you up from your feet and wrapping your legs around her waist. 

The two of you pull away, and there's almost a feral look in her eyes. 

“There's somewhere I have to take you to,” she growls in your ear, and you can't deny that it makes your stomach coil, your loins burning.  

“Okay…” You murmur, holding onto her tightly. She carries you with ease, walking out of the cave and following along the edge of the mountain's base. It takes only about ten minutes until you spot a small opening, another cavern. Arlecchino takes you inside, and your eyes widen at the sight.

It's a nest, a careful structure supported by stones as the foundation with the sides from branches and sliced tree trunks, before the top is covered in an assortment of blankets and pillows. However, it's smaller and cozier than the nest at home–as if it's made for humans. You carefully step into it, sitting down and finding it pleasantly comfortable. 

“Arlecchino…” you gasp out with whispered awe. 

“Yes…?” 

“Where did you get the money for this?” You question, holding a heap of the numerous silk blankets in your arms, giving her a pointed look knowing damn well it wasn't your money. 

The dragon brings a claw to her face and scratches nervously. “I had Lyney search the bodies of the dragon hunters for anything of value. They had quite a hefty sum,” Arlecchino confesses. 

You sigh in relief, glad that no weaver or innocent person was harmed in getting this. “It's lovely. Is this what you've been leaving the cave for for so long?” 

Arlecchino nods, her voice bashful. “It's… it's a mating nest, so that if it were to happen the children would not be there. I wanted to ask you here…” 

The dragon walks inside the nest, before kneeling down before you, her clawed hands gingerly finding yours and holding them in her large palms. “Would you like to be my mate?” 

“I thought my answer was obvious. Of course,” you answer, smiling. “But isn't mating season in another two months?” 

She nods in response. “I wanted to prepare as early as possible. I wanted everything to be perfect.” ‘For you,’ she leaves out, but you know it's what she implies.

“It is perfect. Thank you… though I feel bad,” you murmur, your own face flustered by your embarrassment. “It took me this long to realize. I guess… I should make it up to you by courting you back, right?” 

Arlecchino flushes, her face visibly reddening. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… you've courted me with how dragons usually do it. I will do the same, but with humans. Does that sound alright?” You offer, giving her the largest grin. 

Arlecchino's face softens, leaning down and pressing her forehead against you. “Yeah… yeah, that sounds alright,” she murmurs against your lips. 

—

Three months have passed by since then. 

Safe to say, you’re pregnant. 

Arlecchino’s attentiveness towards you had always been impressive, but it borders on extreme with how much she pampers you. Before the mating season, you've taught her all you can about human civilization and socialization so that in the instance you won't be able to travel to town yourself, she can instead. While you always have saved up a lot of money from your time as a dragon hunter, she likes to spend it on you unreservedly. 

It would be endearing if it weren't the excessive amount of blankets in the nest, as if you weren't warm enough. Not to mention the amount of books she's gotten you. Since she doesn't exactly know how to navigate a bookstore, or how to differentiate between different genres of books, she’s gotten you dictionaries, children's book, erotica even. She was blissfully unaware why you read a page for a few seconds, shut the book immediately, took a deep breath before reopening the book, only to reshut it as well, repeating the same process. You didn't want her to get any… ideas. 

Currently, Arlecchino was in her dragon form, nestled around you   protectively from any gusts of wind that may pass through the cave entrance, her tail thumping against the floor softly. Her head rests besides you, her throat rumbling gratifyingly as you run your hand over her snout. 

The trio are currently fighting over some of the beef jerky you mistakenly bought for them, unaware of the chaos it would ensue in the cave. They seem to forget that you can return to the town to buy them more… Ah well, hatchlings will be hatchlings. 

You wonder how much more lively the cave will be with another one.