#bunn watches

[bunnakit]

new's sleeves are paid actors

[spicyvampire]

4 MINUTES (2024) EP. 1

[basicallyjaywalker]

Hey, just a random question that I just happened to send now, but do you know what a Ninjago is? (ask game)

Uhhhh is that the show about the animals who have turf wars or smth? Or the other one where it's about a boy who has monkey dads? Or the one about the dream world ? IDK if I can't remember it it's probably lame

[hanthecannibal]

ahh yes, the inherent eroticism of breaking and entering together

[moechies]

toji n his bunny gf ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

thinkin’ abt toji’s bunnie gf that lies to him bc she doesn’t want him to be mad :(

your ears point down and your gaze lingers away from his, and he already knows his pretty baby is lying to him. but even after he knows, he likes watching you stutter over your own words, and creating fake scenarios on the spot when both you and him know never happened.

it’s almost comedic how your eyes visibly light up when you find something believable to say, just to be brought down with a condescending chuckle that leaves his lips.

“is that so?”

“mhm..”

“are you really telling the truth bunny? you know what happens when you lie, don’t you?”

“y-yes.. i..”

“you what?” your ear perks up at a sudden ‘clink,’ upon taking a look up, you see the man undoing his belt, slipping the leather rope out of the hooks of his denim pants.

“m-m tellin’ the truth..” your tail begins to flutter, a sign that you’re beginning to panic. he changes his hold on the belt so the ends are held in one hand, still a stoic expression spread across his face.

you can’t stand to look your lover in the eyes, knowing you’re lying directly to his face. after all he’s done to take care of you, pamper you, and love you, you still find it inside you to lie.. but it’s okay;

“look at me.”

you nervously peer up at the man, a slight shiver down your spine when his piercing cold eyes with a certain glint, stare directly back into yours.

“are you really telling your owner the truth?” he lifts your chin with a gentle finger,

and that’s when you begin to feel the tears weld in your eyes, your bottom lip quiver as you build the courage to reply to him.

“bunn-“

“m-m sorry..!” your arms flail out to wrap around his leg, small hands with a tight grip on his pants, as short tears fall down flushed cheeks.

“i-i lied ! i jus— didn’t wan’ you to get mad. pleasepleaseplease, d-don’t be angry, sir.. please—‘m sorry.!” you stammer in broken whines.

“there we go,” he whispers, followed with a grin. he brings his hand down to your head, short but sweet pets to your head and saddened ears.

“it’s okay bunny. i forgive you.”

“r-really..?” your head swiftly turns to his, eyes glossy, cheeks flushed, and your lips swollen with a slight shake. he groans at the sight, but says nothing to intrigue you.

“but..” his thumb runs over your cheek, using the same hand he holds his belt with,

“bad bunnies get punished. remember ?”

[chinzhilla]

WAIT NO I DID NOT EXPECT IT TO END SO SUDDENLY HELP

[basicallyjaywalker]

The read more function is also your friend!!

It's the icon right next to the option to put a poll, two horizontal parallel lines with a zigzagging line between them

From what I understand sometimes even blocking tags isn't a guarantee to not see something, so putting a read more after your header/title means that even if the tag filters don't catch it, the person whose dash it's on still has an extra layer before they're shown the image

Quick reminder to EVERYONE to tag spoilers as #ninjago spoilers and #dragons rising spoilers

I DO NOT care if you wanna be fancy or creative just at the MINIMUM include THESE TAGS

I hate to make a post like this but it feels like I gotta

THIS IS ESPECIALLY THE CASE WITH ART AND IMAGES!

Even WITH a header saying "Ninjago Spoilers" you can't just scroll past art or images and not "see it", you still can! The images on tumblr are HUGE and in the end, you're not gonna get more likes!

You know what you'll get not tagging your art properly?

People angry with you and tempted to block you

PLEASE I BEG OF YOU TAG YOUR STUFF! PROPERLY!!!

[patheticbabie]

The Feels - Dick Grayson x Reader

The Feels - Dick Grayson x Reader (fem reader)

A/N: I was listening to the feels by twice while writing this, so this is very self indulgent for me to write this. Yep I got carried away writing this, from 2am - 3am. But I had fun, cause I’ve had thots about Dick Grayson for two nights in a  row now. Anyways enjoy 💙

Warnings: best friends who are idiots, friends to eventual lovers, they did this whole thing backwards, smut 18+, NO MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS, dirty talk, grinding, fingering, recording intimate acts, nipple play plus nipple piercings, oral (f receiving), caught in the act. Wow okay I think that’s all the warnings.

It’s finally the weekend, and it was the rare occurrence that everyone was at the Manor, to hang out or do their own thing. Dick had asked his best friend if she wanted to come along with him, and seeing as her weekend was free she thought why not.

“YOU CHEATED! You can’t do that, you can't gang up on me and put down +4’s.” Dick scoffed and pointed at Jason, Tim and his best friend with a scowl.

“House rules Dickiebird, so go on pick up the cards” Jason grinned

Everyone’s competitive streak comes out, with arguments about their stupid house rules, and ganging up on one another. The only players left were Jason and Dick. Both players glared at each other. They’re both down to one card, and Dick picked up a card and hid his grin.

Jason grumbling about how he didn’t have the correct colour was forced to draw a card. Dick laughing to himself, slammed the +4 into the pile. 

“Hey littlewing….uno bitch” 

***

Feeling bored hanging around downstairs, Dick made his way up to his old bedroom, and played something from his playlist, whilst going about tidying little bits and pieces.

She made her way upstairs, getting close to his bedroom, his bluetooth speakers blasting a familiar kpop song, by both of their favourite girl group.

“You have stolen my heart oh yeah, never let it go oh oh, no never let it go oh oh oh” she heard him sing loudly, and watched from the door as he did the choreo in front of his full length mirror without a care in the world.

Making her way into his room, she giggled seeing him and came closer to him and grabbed his hand with a smile and teasingly said the lyrics “you got my attention, so what’s your intention? Tell me baby, what’s the deal?’

He pulled her close to his chest, with a smirk and twinkle in his eyes as they danced lost in a world with just them. His finger gently pushed a stray hair behind her ear, as she watched him with a dreamy look. “Did you enjoy the little show? I do think I could be twices’ 10th member.”

Laughing softly, she loved hearing his little random thoughts. “Hm.. maybe, but there is that one problem, they’re a girl group and you’re a guy. Although I would love to see you perform TT or fancy, that would be amazing to watch.”

Pulling away from her, he laid down on his bed and patted the spot beside him. Laying next to him, he gathered her in his arms and played with her hair. The silence was comfortable, as both of their thoughts were filled with each other.

“Hey bunny, you heard they’re coming here for a concert?” she hummed as her answer

“Do you wanna go together, like…as in a date night thing?” he didn’t know he was holding his breath waiting for an answer.

Sitting up slightly, she looked down at him trying to hide her ever growing smitten smile. He had a sense of panic, it’s only been 10 seconds since he asked her out, but it felt like time was slow, “Bunn-” he didn’t finish the sentence as he suddenly felt a pair of soft lips pressed upon him. Holding her closer to him, his hand tangled in her hair, as they kissed. 

Pulling away slightly from his addictive lips, she whispered, “to quote twice; I got the feels for you. And yes to the date.”

He grinned, “a woman who knows the ways to my heart.” pulling her on top of him, so she was straddling, he didn’t think he could ever be tired of the view in front of him.

She laughed softly and winked at him, before leaning down to connect their lips. His hands roamed her body, as she moved her hips against his ever growing boner, moaning softly into the kiss as Dick softly pulled on her bottom lip. Her hands tugging on his shirt, he reluctantly pulled away from her lips to remove it and throw it on his bedroom floor.

Biting her lips as her eyes followed the hard lines of his body, watching him subtly flex. Unaware of the needy whimper that escaped her throat, and the slight grind of her hips on his cock. He chuckled softly

“Baby, I love how needy you are.” his smug smile got wider as he made sure to grind up against her hard, for her to feel his desire for her.

Tapping her thighs, he asked her to remove her shorts. Not ever being one to deny him of anything, she quickly removed her shorts, throwing it on the ground next to his shirt. Settling back down onto his lap to grind against his cock, she pouted “Why am I the only one in my underwear? Dick you’re such a perv.”

“Because I love this view, wait can I take a photo? I promise it’ll be for my eyes only.” With a nod, he reached to grab his phone, opening the camera, and grinned at the position they’re in. Her on top of him, her hands underneath her shirt and cupping her tits, wearing a blue thong which coincidentally was his nightwing suit colour. Tilting her head to the side with an innocent smile, She lifted her shirt and rested it on her collarbones, allowing him to see the matching lace bra. He smirked, and snapped multiple photos of her. 

“Hm..you know how they say videos are sometimes better? I have an idea, is that okay with you Dick? You know something for your spankbang when you’re away.

Groping her ass before giving it a smack, he smirked at her yelp “Of course bunny. I’ll hold the phone, and you do whatever you’re comfortable with.:

Phone focused on her body, lowering the cups of her bra, he growled seeing her nipple piercings. He had an inkling but never asked her about it. Now in front of him licking his lips as he watched through his phone as she played with her nipples. 

“Are they sensitive?”

“Hm…extra since my nipples have always been sensitive.” her voice airy as she moved the metal bar on her right nipple. Her free hand tilted his head up to watch her, and her smile was mischievous. 

“Do you wanna see what it’s like to suck on them? You know for curiosity's sake, and even better, I’ll record you doing it. What do you think babe?”

“Fuck yes” he handed her his phone, as she pressed record and a gasp escaped from her as his lips latched onto one nipple, as his tongue swirled around the metal bar. His hands are busy cupping and squeezing her tits, his fingers working on rolling her right nipple. Kisses made their way to her right nipple, as he gently sucked on the nipple making her moan loudly. The view she had from his phone was making her lose her mind. Stopping the recording, she threw his phone on the bed, before tugging on his hair and pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Need you, please. I want you” she panted in between breaths as his lips made their way down her neck. His fingers made their way to where she wanted him most. Fingers rubbing her pussy through her blue lace underwear, he felt how wet she was.

“Yeah baby? I can feel how wet you are. I’ll give you anything you want.” He growled against her neck as he bit hard enough to leave a mark. Sliding her panties to the side, his fingers ran through her lips, feeling how drenched she was. Slipping his fingers in her cunt, he cursed at the delicious feel of her velvety walls squeezing his fingers. 

He glanced down seeing how her pussy easily sucked his fingers in with how wet she was for him. Thumb rubbing her clit, he groaned addicted to watching his fingers becoming wetter with her desire. “Fuck baby, look down and see how your greedy cunt easily takes my fingers.” looking down she whimpered seeing his fingers work in and out of her cunt with a steady pace. 

“Looks so hot right princess? The way your cunt squeezes my fingers, not wanting to let go. And the sounds this pretty pussy makes? I’m addicted to it, I should make your moans and the pretty sounds your pussy makes my alarm.

“Dickie…can I record this pretty please?” she didn’t have to ask since she knew his answer, as she grabbed his phone, already having the camera ready to record. 

Removing her off his lap, he laid her down on the pillows, spreading her legs. He groaned seeing how wet she was. Looking up at her, he winked at her flustered face “let’s make that recording better, I’m gonna eat this pretty pussy like it’s my last meal.” 

With a nod, she pointed his phone down towards him, his hands holding her thighs apart, he knew how wet she was, but he couldn’t help himself as he spat on her pussy, and she gasped, behind his phone. Not wasting time, his tongue licked a long strip from her cunt to her clit, fingers gently working in and out of her. Lips sucking on her clit, she felt him making moves with his tongue as if he was spelling something. He was though, spelling his name on her clit, she whimpered as her hand tried to steady as it focused on him.

Moving away from her clit, to press kisses down to her opening, his eyes trained on the camera, giving a wink, finding her entrance his tongue replaced his fingers, and she let out a loud moan feeling his tongue in her pussy.

Her free hand rolling her nipple and playing with the metal bar, feeling weak watching him between her legs. Not knowing where to look, through his phone's camera, or watch the real thing. His groans wracking her body, he couldn’t get enough of how sweet her pussy tasted. 

Pulling away slightly, he panted to catch his breath, he looked at her flushed face and laughed softly, “your pussy is so sweet, so fucking tasty, gonna spend all my days eating your cunt out.”

“I-I won’t complain, getting eaten out everyday sounds like a dream” she whispered breathlessly

His lips wrapped around her clit before moving down, as his tongue entered her cunt. Using the zoom on his camera, she focused on how Dick was tongue fucking her as his thumb rubbed tight circles on her clit. Feeling her pussy tighten around his tongue, she panted and moaned his name loudly, knowing she was close.

“P-please. Fuck I’m so close.”

Groaning against her cunt, he worked his tongue as fast as he could, as his fingers worked on her clit in the same rhythm. Hearing her scream his name loudly, he felt her squirt on him. Groaning, he worked his tongue lazily against her pussy, groaning as he felt her squirt again.

Unaware of how loud her scream was, and unaware of someone standing by the doorway having witnessed Dick eating his best friend's pussy and making her squirt and her holding Dick’s phone towards the scene and recording everything? might be the hottest thing he’s witnessed.

Subtly adjusting his jeans, he awkwardly cleared his throat. Both heads snapped towards the door. Both of them quickly tried to cover up with the bed covers. “Jay…how long were you there for?” Dick asked breathless, chin shining and dripping with your essence.

“um…I guess…long enough to see you make her squirt twice. And you asked her to record it? Fuck that’s hot. Anyways, I came because I heard a scream so I wanted to see if things were okay, and I can see things are more than okay.” He smirked at both of them

“Hey princess, ask Dick to send me that video if you’re okay with it.” Winking at her flushed face, and he laughed as Dick threw a pillow at him telling him to get out and close the door.

Pulling her into his arms, both breathless from what had happened. “You know he was right, that video is the hottest thing on my phone…well until we fuck and I record us, with your consent of course bunny.”

“Hm…that sounds like fun. A close up of your cock going in and out of my pussy…sounds like a great movie night.” she grabbed his hand and placed it onto her wet pussy, sighing as he ran his fingers lightly through her.

“But not till after our date, because I”ve been looking forward to this concert.”

[tojisun]

kinktober — 16: humiliation/degradation

toji fushiguro x fem reader

!! smut - minors dni; d/s; pleasure and orgasm denial; power imbalance; age difference; pet play; ownership and daddy kink; toys; petnames; no penetration teehee; mean toji

kinktober masterlist

you whimper from your spot on the floor, your knees and shins screaming in agony as you continue to sit your whole weight on them. your swollen eyes continue to tear up, drenching your already-damp face and you are sure that nothing of your makeup is left at this point. it’s been more than fifteen minutes already, after all, but your lover – your daddy – is relentless, unwilling to give you any room for your satisfaction.

the sound of a wet slide from in front of you brings you back to reality and you shift your eyes up, whining when toji continues to refuse to meet your gaze. his head is thrown back to the cushions in pleasure, his scarred lips parted for raspy grunts, and his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. 

toji has always been beautiful. has always looked so hot when he is overtaken by his hunger, but not now. not like this!

his fist is wrapped around a fleshlight, the toy squelching with every pump that toji makes to his cock; you watch the way he drags it down until the head of his cock hits the base of the toy, the fleshlight not having been long enough to take the entirety of his length to the hilt. still, toji grunts in pleasure, his fist going erratic, chasing the tight heat created by the toy. 

toji’s lips quirk up at hearing your broken sob and, finally, he peels his eyes open to drag them to look at you. you don’t know what he sees but it makes him chuckle, the sound ripping from his throat, leaving you curling into yourself at hearing how mean he sounds. 

“oh so now y’can’t make eye contact, huh?” his voice is ragged from chasing his euphoria and as much as you’d like to bask in the drags of his syllables, you couldn’t help but flinch at his condescending tone.

he clicks his tongue. “this is why i’m not fuckin’ you, bunny. can’t even be a good girl.”

you gasp, startling from your position, your hands twitching from where they lay clenched into a fist on your lap. a denial sits on your tongue, dragging along your taste buds like a burning wire, but the words sizzle into nothing at the warning look that toji shoots you. 

your lips wobble, desperate tears leaking from your eyes, and toji’s face softens. “c’mere, bun.”

you jerk from your place, blinking up at him in surprise, and it takes toji’s quirked brow for you to move, surging towards him with frantic energy. your legs buckle at the sudden tension and a punched breath leaves your lungs when you almost slip. you feel shame slam into you when you hear toji’s barked laughter at seeing you desperately fumble, your cheeks thrumming with warmth.

still, with a languid glide, you finally manage to come and kneel before him, your body bracketed by his toned legs, the rough material of his work jeans dragging against your tender skin. 

that’s another thing that drives you crazy – how toji’s still so covered while you sit there in nothing but a skimpy lingerie set he asked you to wear. he had been desperate with restrained desire when he gave it to you, and while it was not really begging, there was a hint of plea in his actions. which is why you truly didn’t expect the night to tumble into this scene.

he cups your cheek with his free hand, his thumb swiping at the corner of your lips, and you peer up at him, ignoring the way he’s still warming the fleshlight, before jutting your lip out in a pout, hoping that maybe he’d reward you now. that he’d stop fucking that goddamn toy and choose to ruin you instead.

toji’s smile turns sharper like he’s caught on to what you’re thinking. “aww, why you poutin’? hate seein’ me fuck the toy so much?”

you nod shakily, still quiet just like he had wanted. toji grins, eyes blazing with pride at seeing your display of obedience.

“but i’m jus’ appreciatin’ the gift you gave me, bunny.” his hand leaves your face to sling it back on the chair’s arm before he begins fucking the fleshlight again.

your eyes rip from toji’s own to watch the obscene display of his thick cock disappearing from sight, being engulfed by the artificial tender walls of the toy. the sounds are near pornographic especially with toji’s appreciative grunts, the slick of his precum mingling with the squelch of the toy as he breaches it in – consistent pushing in and pulling out, before turning timed thrusts into shallow humping.

toji moans, the sound low and guttural before he stills, panting breaths slipping past through his gritted teeth. you watch, parched, as his head falls back to the headrest, his chest heaving with the consistent stimulation on his cock. 

your hands twitch from where they lay limp on your sides before tentatively, carefully, you bring them up to touch yourself. a hand comes up to tweak at your pebbled nipple, the other sliding between your legs to ghost at your already damp cunt. you bite your bottom lip to stifle the pleased sigh that you almost let out, thankful for finally breaking the tightly-wound edging that you were subjected to.

your palm is so warm and so good as it plays with your clothed clit, sending goosebumps rising along the expanse of your bare skin. your eyes slip close as your pleasure begins to peak over, reaching an apex that threatens to rip a scream from your throat. fuckfuckfu-

“keep touchin’ y’rself and y’r not cummin’ tonight, pet,” toji suddenly snarls as he yanks at your hair. his touch burns and you cry, clawing at his arm, apologies spilling from your swollen lips. belatedly, you realize that the fleshlight is gone – discarded by toji in his anger – and his cock now hidden again underneath his boxers. 

“i’m sorry, daddy! i’m sorry!” you weep, the fight escaping your body in ripples, leaving you on your knees, dangling awkwardly as you fight the sharp pain from where toji has your hair in his grip.

“are you really?” he pulls harder, making you crane your neck to blink wet eyes up at him. “y’ve kept bein’ a bad pet f’r me, kid. i’m tempted to just fuck the toy and leave you like this since you never listen.”

“no, please! please toji-san, don’t!” 

“s’all y’r good at, huh? beggin’ an’ cryin’. won’t listen to orders, touchin’ y’rself like y’got any right to.”

your body convulses at the force of his anger, the touch of gentleness that once teased his aged eyes now stripped into nothing but overarching dominance. he’s stopped playing and now you’re truly at his mercy.

amidst stuttered breaths, you feel your cunt leaking. 

fuck, it shouldn’t feel this good to be demeaned. 

“c’mon bun,” toji breathes out after your cries calmed down. “remind me again who owns y’r body?” his hand eases from your hair, no longer yanking. 

“you, daddy,” you hiccup. “jus’ you.”

it takes a heartbeat before he’s finally letting go, thick fingers sliding past the tresses of your hair to pat at your aching scalp, comforting you silently. you collapse on the floor, your body falling to rest on toji’s legs, your head pillowed by his thigh.

you catch your breath, blinking the tears away. your glossy eyes trace the chub underneath his boxers where a damp spot is now forming and you whine, wanting toji’s cock to fuck your throat. 

toji huffs a fond laugh. “wann get y’r throat stuffed, little bunny?”

you mewl, nodding, before shuffling on your knees to peer up at him. he continues to pet your hair, a wordless comfort, and his eyes narrow at seeing your desperation.

because you truly are desperate; you want to have your cunt fucked – want it to be leaking with his cum – but there is nothing better than being used by your daddy. being his little pet. his little toy.

toji coos, wiping away the beading tears in the corner of your eyes. “go ahead, baby.” his voice lulls back into its gentleness. “show me how good you can be.”

with a quiet giggle, you press your lips on the inside of his thigh before you shuffle close to mouth at his clothed cock. toji laughs at your happy little trill.

tags: @stargirlrchive @cursingtoji @plooto @liwooa

[bunnakit]

episode 8 sure is a journey huh

[bunnakit]

Fox of course I fucking saw this, I live in the mainframe of this little hellsite.

I love you so much buddy, you've become the brother I never got to have and I'm always so happy when you open up to me because I know how hard it is for you (for both of us, oops.) I'm so glad we've stayed so close even while my hyperfixation takes me to other horizons and I love that you encourage all my feral screaming and energy. I haven't made a real, solid, familial friendship like this in over ten years and it's so special to me you don't even know.

Smooching you and Kenna buddy, I hope you guys have a wonderful holiday and you know I'm always down to sit in VC anytime.

Teehee.

Another late night post. I wrenched my back reaching for my phone charger, and now I think I might sleep on the couch so I dont exacerbate it.

So I'm watching the McElroy brothers play Super Mario World, have a heating pad pushing on my ouchies. And with Christmas coming up, lets do a teensy thought bubble.

This year has been absolutely crazy. A year ago I was negotiating a ridiculous raise at my last company, as everything fell apart around us because they had just demoted the obly other project manager. Meanwhile, my boss and the owner of the company was in South America because he doesn't like cold weather.

Now I'm unemployed, Kenna has a job, and I've spent most of the year playing video games and napping. No job prospects as of now, but who knows what this week holds.

We used our tax return money to fund a dream trip to Japan. We got a whole house to ourselves, finally got passports, registered for the train pass, and planned so many things.

We skipped the trip because I couldn't hold my anxiety in check after opening up the Pandora's box of emotional mess that is me. And neither of us regrets it. We haven't complained that we missed out. Other than the loss of money (almost the whole fucking trip sadly) were good with it.

Now onto my all time favorite subject. My friends.

This year, I reaffirmed my love for many old friends, and got closer with a few. I lost a couple to differences of opinions, and I just can't bring myself to be broken hearted. They have hate in their heart, I just can't. Finally, I met people who changed my whole world.

Last year, I got to attend a friends wedding and meet him for the first time, and I thought I was going to die. We had a wonderful time, and the warmth of the hugs I got changed me forever.

Earlier this year, I befriended my beloved Oat. I have a friend that I can bullshit with, who can somehow get me talling about the deepest stuff, who makes me feel heard and felt. She helped me with so much, including my mental health, relationship help, self confidence, and my streaming. Oat, I think you'll see this. I need you on my stream again soon, I miss you! Forehead kisses!

Then in August, while streaming some batshit crazy stuff (encouraged as always by Oat! < 3) I got raided. I figured cool, another Zelda streamer, maybe we can help each other out. Tch, to underestimate something so drastically. Not only did she inspire me to up my streaming game, Rachine collabs with me, has brought me tons of followers, workshops streams and tech issues with me (sometimes live on air) and most importantly, become one of my closest, dearest friends. She pushed me to play some of her favorite games, and brought me back to FFXIV. She encourages me and inspires me to try new things. (And yes, you're always right).

She also let me join her FC, and opened up a whole new world of friends. I have befriended some of the warmest, kindest people who went out of their way to make me feel welcome. They run dungeons, they answered questions, they carried my ass.

Finally, Jengo (who is not online other than streaming. Purest of us.) Who is part of Rachine's FC. She was the first one to essentially insist I run a dungeon with her, she made time for me to walk me through my combos, has mentored my climbing skills, answers more questions than anyone.

All of them also sit in VC with me when I'm having anxiety or breakdowns, support me when I doubt, encourage me. They are my family and I just...

Look, I know I dont shut up about them. This isn't a grab for brownie points, it's not attention. Its me workshopping how to express my deep love and gratitude to them without making them uncomfortable or laying it on too thick. Maybe they never read this, maybe they never have to put up with it for the fifth time this week. How do you properly express it to them? Telling someone you love them only gets me so far. Even with Kenna. After 17 years, saying I love you doesnt feel like the proper way to tell her shes my world.

As I regularly talk about, I am not a brief person. I am almost pathologically incapable of keeping any kind of explanation short. After a certain point, a 60 paragraph diatribe on how important someone is gets tired. I love my friends.

Its been an up and down year, but I have to say I wouldnt trade it for anything. I need those people in my life, because I am a gigantic baby and the alternative is I have internet access and no friends. That would be worse than what you have to read now.

To my friends: thank you. I love you. Happy holidays. Thank you.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Explore

@jegulus-microfic August 25, Word count 714

CW - Little bit NSFW

Previous part First Wolfstar part

James was waiting for him on his bed when Regulus wandered through from his shower, dripping hair, bare-chested with a soft fluffy towel wrapped firmly around his waist as he searched for the pyjamas he’d worn last time. 

James let out a pained groan and Regulus’s eyes snapped up, concerned. But what he saw made his mouth go dry. James’s bottom lip was trapped between his teeth, his usually warm hazel eyes blotted out by the dark blackness of his pupils. Regulus gulped. James didn’t move though. He watched Regulus with a hunger that no one had ever looked at him with, but he stayed exactly where he was. His gaze flickered down to Regulus’s thin chest before returning to his eyes. 

Regulus took a tentative step forward. He had no idea what he was doing, and before he knew it, he was perched on James’s lap and James’s arms were wrapping around him greedily, his eyes running up and down Regulus’s body. 

He held James’s face in his hands and tilted his head so they were looking at each other again. He was nervous and didn’t know what to do now he was there. James’s face softened as if he could tell what was going through Regulus’s mind. James moved his arm under Regulus’s legs and lifted him into the air before turning them both towards the bed. 

“James, I,” Regulus stammered. 

“I’m just going to lie you down, love, that’s all, I promise,” And that’s exactly what he did. He ever so gently placed Regulus on the mattress and lifted the duvet to cover him before joining him on top of the covers. He waited patiently for Regulus to make the first move. 

Regulus extracted his hand from the duvet where it was trapped and stretched his fingers out to unbutton James's shirt. His fingers itching to touch James’s broad chest. He gasped at the heat emitting off James’s skin, like the sun he thought, and let his fingers explore in a way they hadn’t before, skimming across every dip and flat plane of James’s chest. They moved to his muscled arms. James flexed a bit, so Regulus could better feel the hard muscle beneath. His breathing was so shallow that he soon became out of breath as he took in the piece of art before him. “James,” He said before a loud pop filled the room. 

“Do not tell Flitsy that you are sleeping! Flitsy just made you a wonderful dinner. Up, up now. Does Flitsy need to get the spoon, Master James?” Flitsy complained, stamping her little foot. James groaned and rolled away from Regulus.

“No, Flitsy, we’ll be down in a second.” He replied with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“You’d better or else it’s going to get cold,” She snapped her fingers together and popped back out of the room. 

“Does she ever knock?” Regulus grumbled. He’d been quite enjoying the touching James was allowing him to do. 

“No, she comes and goes as she pleases,” James chuckled fondly. 

“Well, can’t you get her to stop coming in here at least,” Regulus grumbled from his spot on the bed. 

“I could,” James grinned mischievously at him, “But then I’d never know when food was ready,” He jumped up off the bed and pulled open the bottom drawer of his dresser. He dug around it for a second before pulling out a fresh pair of pyjamas. He threw them at Regulus along with a fluffy dressing gown off the back of the bedroom door and a pair of bunny slippers from the corner. Regulus pulled a face at the bunny slippers. “A gift from Remus, he thought they were funny. They’re actually really warm and comfy,” James told him before he left Regulus to get changed, closing the door behind him. 

Regulus quickly pulled the pyjamas on and tied the gown around himself. He picked up the slippers and glared at them. But as there was no one around, he slipped his cold feet into them and moaned. It was like stepping into a cloud. They were ridiculously soft and already his toes felt toastie warm. He walked across the room and went to find James, the bunny’s floppy ears bouncing with each step he took. 

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[m0ssrat]

What costumes I think Arcane characters would wear for a costume party

Jinx, Sevika, and Isha

Isha has been obsessed with Five Nights at Freddy's and has been begging Jinx for days on end to do a costume about it. Jinx, obviously, ends up caving in.

Jinx tries to get Ekko to join in but he refused

Isha is dressed up as the crying child, Jinx put together a full Springtrap cosplay and Sevika is "a night guard" ( Wearing a purple wifepleaser she did Not want a part of this )

Jinx keeps sneaking behind corners and scaring the shit out of Vi. She tried to scare Jayce and nearly lost her tooth. He feels a little bit bad about it

She's making everyone watch the FNAF movie and giggling every time someone begs to watch something else. It's too cringe for them I fear. Isha is having the time of her goddamn life frankly.

Sevika brings purple themed drinks that only she drinks because it's JUST straight up whiskey she put purple food dye into. It's bad whiskey too.

Jayce, Caitlyn, and Vi

They dressed up as Stu and Billy from the original Scream movie. Originally they were just going to do Ghostface but Jayce really wanted to show his face. Vi decided to drag Caitlyn into being their Sidney.

Jayce keeps spilling shit onto his sweater and going "well this works anyway." His sweater which originally just had a little bit of red on it is basically covered in wine by the end of the night.

Vi keeps smearing the fake blood onto everything. Caitlyn's face still has red handprints by the next day. Vi says she'll clean it off and instead makes it worse.

They watch the original Scream and Jayce keeps pausing to talk about actor trivia and VI just unpauses while he isn't looking. Viktor is the ONLY ONE listening to him.

They brought Ghostface themed cupcakes that Caitlyn made with red icing on the inside. They're absolutely way too sweet and Vi has like 3.

Jayce brought a red sangria that is one of the more popular drinks. He says he made it himself but he bought a gallon like a few hours before because he tried and FAILED REAL BAD at making sangria.

Viktor

Was going to be Lawrence Gordon but only an hour before the party he realized no one would get his costume. He scrapped together a very shitty House M.D. cosplay in like 30 minutes.

He's only there because Jayce begged him for like an hour to come with him. He's having a fun time though.

Suggests they watch Saw because he loves describing how medically inaccurate everything is. This is also because Jayce keeps hiding in his shoulder whenever anything gross comes on screen.

He's considering convincing Jayce to dress up as Adam from the Saw movies. This is because he's seen the musical and he is, in fact, gay.

This is ruined by Jinx going "me fr" anytime Amanda is on screen and asking if she can dress up as Amanda with them. She's doing this on purpose.

I think Jinx tries to scare him and he just stares at her so unamused. It works one time on ACCIDENT and he throws the bottle of pills straight at her forehead.

He brought candy cigarettes because, again, his original costume was for Saw. Now it just seems lame. Vi chews on them so unsettlingly

Mel

Jessica Rabbit. She has the best costume in the entire party and no one can stop complementing her. She brought a little rabbit plushie and allows Isha to play with it. She ends up just letting her have it after everything.

She did not get the memo this was supposed to be about like horror movies. She's relieved when Viktor comes and he's just House M.D.

I think about halfway through she changes into a cowgirl costume. This was always the plan because that dress is incredibly uncomfortable. She comes out of the bathroom and everyone cheers.

She's not fully paying attention to whatever movies they're watching. However, she does make them watch Oh Brother Where Art Thou. Everyone kinda skitters off besides her, Jayce, and Viktor. I think they all fall asleep against one another watching it.

She brought gummy ropes as lasso and sliders shaped like bunnies.

Ekko

He's a huge Good Omens fan I know it in my heart and soul. He dresses up as Crowley. He made a leather jacket that has fake wings on the back and even has snake eye contacts.

He makes everyone watch the first episode of Good Omens and Viktor gets HOOKED so fast. Jayce ends up watching the whole show on his own time and realizes things about himself.

I think he was originally planning to be Doctor Who but Viktor was already planning to play a doctor so he went with Crowley instead.

He shows off his signed poster by David Tennent and Jayce is SO jealous

They're talking about their favorite actors for most of the night. They end up eventually planning to go to a convention together at some point. They're going to dress up as Mandalorians because they're nerds

I think Ekko is like, a professional cosplayer. He shows off his Anakin cosplay, his Cal Kestis cosplay with a functioning puppet BD-1, his old My Hero Academia cosplays... Jayce starts to get really into it

He brought a bottle of whiskey and a white wine with devil and angel wings on each respectively.

[bunnylove369]

It doesn’t matter to me what specific character you use, but could you do something that involves kidnapping? Sorry if this is an odd request 😅

𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐...

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝙾𝚝𝚒𝚜 𝚡 𝙶𝙽 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚗, 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚝𝚌..

⚠️𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸⚠️

𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚝

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He was always outside your window, watching, waiting, listening. Waiting for the perfect time to strike, waiting for the perfect time to make you his and only his. Breaking in your house for the first time was easy, your security system doing little to deter him from the mission, his intentions, at hand. He needed to have you. You were just the perfect little mouse in this game of cat and mouse. He wanted to trap you, to keep you, to break you. He wanted that with you, for you. He just wanted you so badly, so badly it hurt.

He would break into your house on the nightly bases, he loved to watch you do your daily activities, to watch your eyes, your smile, the way you follow through your day, to the way you undress. He loved it all. He loved you. And that is why, little mouse, he needed to have you. This is why he needed to taste you, to hold you, to absolutely destroy you.

He would kill anyone who even breathed in your direction because you were all his and his only.

So he decided to break in again tonight. As he picked the lock to the door, having Ben back at the manor to disable and hack into the security system so he wouldn’t trigger the alarm to your house, he finally made it in. He had a ten minute window to make it in your house, as well as a ten minute window to make it out of your house. He made it in within five minutes. He was that good. That skilled. That quick.

And yeah, maybe he was a bit too cocky for his own good, but it didn’t really matter to him because he was sure that you were into that kind of thing, after all, you had seen him before. You had seen him stalk you. Of course you hadn’t seen his face, but you saw how big he was. His broad shoulders, his tall frame, his muscular body begging to pop out of his black garb. And for some reason, he knew you weren’t scared. You were different, insane maybe, but different. You would just stare at him as he stared back at you, he would grin back at you as you would just stare, as if you were drinking in his every movement, as if you were drinking him in. And he loved it.

As he made it inside your house, he was in complete stealth mode. He managed to shut the door quietly behind him as he snuck inside to locate your sleeping body so he could finally have you all to himself. As he located you in your bed, wearing nothing but a large t-shirt, he couldn’t help the boner that began to strain against his black jeans. You were just so beautiful. So angelic. So his. He quietly pulled the cloth from his jeans that contained a sleep med and quickly and quietly clamped it over your little mouth so if you did manage to wake up, you would be put right back to sleep.

You immediately woke up and your eyes went wide with fear and something Helen decided was excitement as you tried to put up a bit of a fight, but it was too late, you were immediately put out cold from the medicine in the cloth. He then picked you up and slung you over his shoulder with ease, as he carried out outside to his car and threw you in. As soon as he started up the car, Ben called “What’s up man?” Helen asked, “Damn, you made it out in less than fifteen minutes?! New record!” Ben screamed into the other side of the phone, Helen had to move it away from his ear so he wouldn’t bust his ear drum. “That’s one-hundred bucks fucker!” Helen said, Ben had lost the bet. “Goddamn it.” Ben added as he hung up.

“Let’s get you to your new home, little bunny.” Helen said as he gently stroked your sleeping form with the back of his hand. You would be his, whether you liked it or not.

Part two will be out upon request! Love you guys, and stay safe out there!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[blue-grama]

A good death in Spare Me Your Mercy Ep 3

End-of-life decisions are really interesting to me; I used to volunteer for a hospice organization, and it's something I hope to get back to in the future, too. So I'm preordained to be into Spare Me Your Mercy, but I really want to recommend it just as a (so far) thoughtful look at death and palliative care. We saw the series' view of a 'good' death in episode 3 - surrounded by family and tradition, rich in meaning, happening at a time and place of the person's choosing. (I almost wrote 'patient,' but the point here is that the person isn't in the patient role. They're dying how so many of us wish to and how so few of us will be allowed to, at home and in control and having reached the inevitable end of a full life.) If you're a sucker for northern Thailand, this series is a winner. Based on the clothing, I believe this is supposed to be the Lahu Hill Tribe, and the glimpse into their funeral rites and view of death is so interesting, especially contrasted with Thiu's Buddhist upbringing (he mentions the possibility of being reborn into hell as opposed to the more gentle moving-between-worlds vision of the afterlife of the Lahu). I hope we get enough time in this series to really work through Thiu's feelings about his mom's passing - right now, I'm wondering why she didn't wait, if Kan will be able to convey her reasons to Thiu, and if they're reasons he can live with. You never know with mysteries, but right now this one has me in suspense*. Kan is sus as hell, but we've been given no reason to think he'd kill one of this patients as brutally as the lung cancer patient died. I like the ambiguity around Kan and Thiu's relationship right now, too. Kan absolutely started flirting to try to play Thiu, but I think Thiu's vulnerability around his mom's death is getting to Kan. Thiu's a little harder to read - his view of Kan clearly shifted over the course of watching Kan work in the villages, but I can't tell how much he's going along with dating Kan in order to keep him close versus out of genuine interest. I imagine the pickings are slim out in the country, so might as well date the sketchy doctor who might have killed your mom?? HE'S GASLIGHTING YOU ABOUT THE POTASSIUM CHLORIDE, THIU!!! Still, Thiu's mom died like 3 weeks ago, so I'm willing to write a lot of his life choices off as "hot mess." 🤣 They feel very early Tan/Bunn to me, and Sammon loves her a gray-character romance, so it'll be very interesting to see where this is going. *Haven't read the book, don't want to know

[locobastaaa]

The fine line between what's real and what's not

Tighnari x Reader

Tw: suggestive at the end, Wanderer (Sora) slander (we love him), hybrid bunny! Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Your gaze felt heavy on him once he noticed, and you didn't take your eyes off him while he moved around in a frantic hurry. He didn't need to be so nervous under your stare, and he tried to seem unbothered by it, but his tail betrayed him, swaying around behind his back in rapid strokes. 

You chuckled at the sight, moving your palm to accommodate the curve of your cheek as you rested your head on the table, notes and ink splattered on the fair wood, your eyes following the dark spots, reminding you of the work undone. 

You sighed quietly, but your eyes found his figure again, following the droplets of rain curling at the ends of his hair and down the floor. He thought that maybe you'd taken Nahida's words too seriously, but shook his head. You were smarter than that, there was no way you believed that mushrooms would start growing on his head by some little rain that caught up to him when he finished up his daily routine of forest-watching. 

His ears flattened at the top of his head when he remembered the condition of the forest. The complaints of the citizens and wanderers about the increase of mechanical animals were getting irritating, even though he assured that none of the creatures were nearby the path that most (he wanted to say everyone but there were some that shook the recommendations of the forest guide off like it was a challenge to stay on the road, trying to make themselves brave by putting them and everyone around in danger just to prove guts) followed, the letters kept appearing on the mailbox, he even had to accompany some people down the path to see if he was missing something, if he saw what other people claimed he wasn't seeing (which he doubted, but better be safe than sorry), but as soon as they pointed out what seemed to be one of the monsters, forcing him to take out his bow, Tighnari had to restrain himself from shooting them on the head when he realized that the 'mechanical crab' was a deformed tree. 

"Tighnari?" Your voice took him out of his head, realizing his jaw was clenched and his nails had poked holes through his gloves. 

He spared you a glance just as quickly as he averted his gaze, falling down to the door in front of him to hide his flushing cheeks. 

Why were you this cute? He still didn't seem to find the answer, and he didn't find the answer as to how his name on your tongue felt electrifying either, but he'll eventually figure it out (or flat out admit it, since he already knew, Cyno's words, not his). 

"Yeah? Having trouble answering letters?" He spoke too softly for his taste, but you made no comment about it, spinning back to your desk as your hand picked up the abandoned pen from the desk. 

You shook your head, and even if he didn't see you, he heard your movements, he heard everything after all. This time the affirmation are his words, he grows tired of comments assuming his thoughts from his friends, specially if it involves his love life. 

Collei seemed to be on Cyno's side as well, even though she hadn't experienced any romance related situations (he and Cyno made sure of it, she's too young), she implored him to just confess his supposed feelings towards you. 

Unlike Cyno, he shook her off gently and said that there was no time for that sort of intimacy in his life, and that she should focus more on her studies rather than a fantasy of her own. 

Yet here he was, contradicting his own words, living in between reality and fantasy as he drew holes on the back of your head while you wrote, your long ears flapping with each stroke of the pen against paper, he wondered if your ears were as soft as they looked, or if his were softer (most likely not the case even though he took good care of them, they would never shine like yours, yet again, it's a different type of fur so who knows (he knows)). 

"Bunn- (Y/n)" the nickname that Cyno gave you (and that brought an unshakable ick on his chest) almost slipped up, but he caught himself just in time. "When you finish your papers let me know, I'll be in my office". 

He grabbed a few samples from a cabinet and began to walk away, but you wouldn't let him leave after his slip up. 

"You can call me Bunny, you know" 

His lips morphed into a line. 

"It's a thing between you and Cyno right? I wouldn't want to intervene" 

You cocked your head to the side in confusion, a thing between you and Cyno? 

"You know Sora gave me that nickname, right?" 

His eyes narrowed at that. That's even worse! 

"Never knew you and that man were so close". 

Your frown deepened, Tighnari seemed to have a particular hostility towards Wanderer. Sure, he was a bit rough around the edges, but you knew the hybrid had dealt with worse and always kept his cool...Paimon for example-. So it seemed out of the ordinary for him to be so shaken up by a boy who he hadn't had the chance to talk to properly. 

"What's up with you and Sora? He's not that bad when you get to know him" 

His ears flattened at the top of his head again. 

"I don't want to get to know him, I think I've been around him enough to know he's bad news" 

You stood up from your seat and circled around his body like a hyena, trying to catch his eyes. Tighnari gritted his teeth at the thought of you trying to defend that man so uptight. 

When you didn't speak any further, he felt the need to rant as his gaze locked with yours. 

"I don't know why but-," a tingling feeling coursed through his back, as if electricity was running down his veins. "He's crude and vulgar, and he looks at you like you're a piece of meat, talk about a walking contradiction".  His nails sharpened when he pictured how Wanderer basically undressed you with his eyes, it disgusted him. 

You took some sort of offense by this. "He does not look at me like that," his glare stopped your tracks for some seconds before your eyebrows furrowed. "You talk as if you're jealous". 

He did not even imply something like that, you knew that, but testing his waters was something you didn't have the chance to do so frequently, specially since he seemed to have a never ending patience towards you. It was a bit cruel, but- 

"I am". 

Well, that, you didn't expect. 

It felt like all of the denying and hiding was slipping through the cracks of his pride, trying to hold down the water before the dam collapses and he ends up confessing. But he can't stop the flow of it, it's too much, the water had grown out of proportion through the years of silent pining, denying and glances. He especially can't now, your face is so pretty when it flushes red, and he also can't help his body moving before his mind can. 

Your lips are soft against him, and he almost groans like an animal when your fingers close around his forearms tightly, pawing at the fabric of his hoodie. He's waited years to feel you against him, and he pushes the thought aside that a small discussion of a hat guy could have ended up like this. 

Your back is now pressed against the wall and you can't breathe, not because you were out of air, but everything was so sudden that it made your knees tremble and your lungs contract. 

You fought to close your eyes, you had to see it to believe it after all, but his hands felt heavy on your hips, and his body pressed so deliciously against yours that if you couldn't see it, you could at least feel it. Feel him. Feel his tail wrapping around your lower back as he pushes you flush against the wall and his chest. Feel his palms lowering to your thighs as he pulls you up in the air and around his waist, feel his tongue flatten against yours and his fangs brush your lips. 

The line between reality and fantasy began to blur yet again, his hold tightening on your thighs as his ears brushed yours. You were pliant as giddy under his claws, and it made his body temperature rise. 

Maybe telling Collei to stop gushing over some silly fantasy ended up in the  materializing of said spectrum in the real world, because damn if this was a dream he never wanted to wake up.