#dove cookie

[sunshine-1nc]

VELVET BIRDS CONFIRMED 😱😱😱😱😱😱

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Redesign My One OC! Dove Cookie!

He has an very sad story I do his new info tomorrow c:

[doviefudge]

You Forgot Me Not 🎔

ofc my first fic was going to be an oc x canon one-

It was raining gently outside as it had been for most of the day. Dove and Wildberry decided to stay at the former's house together, as they typically did on days like these. A couple of windows were open to let the rain kissed breeze flow freely throughout the quiet house. The lovers sat onto the cozy couch next to each other, watching the news forecast with disinterested looks. Dove decided to finally break the silence with a sigh, followed by a statement.

"Seems like the rain won't let up for a while. Looks like it'll only really get worse before it gets better honestly…"

He slumped against Wildberry after he was finished talking, while the former only responding with a simple

"Seems so"

The short response seemed to irritate Dove a bit. He sighed once again, sitting up and walking towards the kitchen. A wave of dizziness and nausea washed over him as he stoof up suddenly, though, he decided to ignore it in favor for grabbing a snack to ease his boredom. Wildberry looked over at his feathered lover, feeling a bit concerned as he saw the tremble in his step.

"Please go easy on your body"

He asked him gently, knowing that the topic of his bodily needs was a sore subject. Dove clung onto the counter to stabilize himself as he searched the cupboards.

"I'm fine.."

Dove stated, as if he wasn't trembling just a moment ago. His dismissive response irritated Wildberry a bit, making him feel as though he was helpless. He dismissed his feelings, deciding to deal with them later. Dove soon came back with a bowl of pre-sliced cucumbers and a paper towel. He leaned against Wildberry as he ate, who looked down at the bowl in Dove's hands curiously, before turning back to the tv.

The rain only started to come down harder as time passed by. Dove shivered as the air inside of the house got increasingly colder. Dove sat up, setting his now empty bowl down onto the coffee table.

"I'm gonna go close the windows..its getting way too cold in here…"

Before he could fully get up though, Wildberry got up instead to close the windows. Leaving Dove with growing bitter feelings. Though, he decided to not dwell on said feelings, knowing that Wildberry only wanted him to take it easy, His lover soon came back, sitting in his spot once again, pulling Dove against his side, who couldn't help but lean into his warmth.

Not too long after, the horrifyingly loud sound of thunder crackled throughout the gloomy sky. The sudden loud sound practically made Dove jump out of his own skin, holding onto Wildberry tightly as he started to tear up. Wildberry looked down at him, his gaze softening slightly as he saw how terrified he was. He decided to get up, reassuring Dove he would be back, before heading upstairs. He soon came back with a small pillow, and the pink blanket that he and Dove frequently used. Wildberry sat down next to Dove, draping the soft blanket over him, before setting the pillow in his own lap and gently resting Dove's head against it. He sighed softly as he laid in his lover's lap, tearing up again. Though, not so much from fear anymore as much as it was from gratitude and relief.

"Thank you…I seriously don't deserve you.."

He joked half-heartedly, guilt starting to build up from how he felt earlier towards the man who was clearly trying to comfort him. Wildberry gently carded his fingers through Dove's now-messy hair.

"You do deserve me, if I felt like I did not deserve you I would have left by now"

Dove was surprisingly charmed by the soft, but still rather blunt statement, feeling his already rosy cheeks redden.

"Well…after this, we could maybe go walk around the gardens at the Hollyberry Palace later..?"

He nervously asked, which made Wildberry's gaze soften, gently rubbing Dove's cheek.

"That sounds good"

He replied simply, a small smile adorning his face

thank you so much for reading! it truly means a lot!

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Can I request bully Ezra with a crybaby fem reader with separation anxiety

Yusssss!!! <3<3<3 this sounds actually so cute, like if innocent reader would have went along with it, i think this would have been the best way to really get to him too!!!

F! Crybaby Reader x Bully Yandere OC

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F!Reader, reader referred to as she/her, reader has a vagina, degradation(little slut, slut, ) dacraphylia, gunshot, dacryphilia, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, size kink

Status: Dating<3

Ezra gets up to leave the booth you’re sat in, and you grab the hem of his shirt, your already watery eyes downcast.

“What is it, slut?” He brings some rough, silver ring covered fingers to your face and tilts your chin up roughly.

He’s wearing a white button down, his sleeves rolled up to just below the elbows.

The veins in his forearm arm bulge, and you flinch before you quickly let go, and then answer defensively, “Sorry! I just don’t want you to go…” tears brim your eyelids.

“Aw, my little slut misses me already?” He squeezes your jaw a little tighter and jostles your head playfully. As he leans down closer to you, his other arm snakes behind you over the top of the booth.

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest. Yes!

He brought you to a pub earlier and was just about to ditch you here. “I’ll be right back, if you can keep it together for me, I’ll reward you.” He smiles at your pouty expression. No!

You watch his broad back as he leaves.

You’re sitting there in the booth alone, shaking to your bones with anxiety, trying to keep any stray tears from sneaking their way out of you. When you hear the *pop* of a gun just outside. Your body jumps and continues after that to shake violently like a chihuahua.

You think for a second about running out there, Ezra might be hurt! But you can’t. You know he’s fine… He has to be.

Soon enough, a blood splattered, six foot nine, strawberry blonde walks back into the pub, his two guys behind him.

He sits back down next to you, arm returning above your head behind you and his other now gripping your thigh. “Sit boys, I have a treat for all of you,” He tells his gang members while staring into your eyes.

Your insides flutter.

You lean forward and hug him around his mid section. He shoves you off of him quickly and looks away.

You smile to yourself, satisfied for the moment.

His grip tightens and you yelp and jump in the booth. “Eep!”

“Hah, I love when you make those stupid slutty noises,” Ezra purrs into your hair, his hand now wrapping around your shoulders and finding your chest.

He helps himself down your collar, and pulls your tit out, putting it on display as he massages it with his big rough fingers.

“You’re such a pretty little slut,” He coos.

He’s being so nice… Tears start falling freely now from your eyes and you sniffle as your insides continue to melt, and flow and pull toward his touches like the tide to the moon.

“That’s my pretty little slut, cry for me,” He roughly slaps your exposed mound, and then pinched your nipple, pulling on it as he does.

“Owww!” You writhe until the hand on your chest moves up to your jaw and locks you in place. His muscular arm is wrapped around behind your neck. He shakes you, and you sob.

“Keep crying,” the words rumble in his throat.

He enraptures your mouth with his own, your mind hazing as his tongue dances with your own.

The hand on your thigh roams to your pants button, and undoes that, and then the zipper fast after. His assault finds your swollen bud instantly, and he pulls his hand as far away as your tight pants allow and slaps your pussy a few times rapidly.

His fingers find your hole through your panties and he grabs them and yanks them to the side before diving into you.

His hand is pressed so tightly to you it feels like his palm is suctioned to your mound. He shakes his hand as his fingers continue to pump inside you.

He pulls away from you, fully removing himself and you hold your arms up to cover yourself and let more tears fall.

You feel so cold and empty so quickly from the warmth previous.

He on the other hand, was freeing his cock for you and getting ready to plop you down onto your throne. You can’t see that though through your heavy tears.

“Ezra…?”

“I’m here slut,” He gently picks you up under your arms and puts you over his lap. He puts you down a little ways first to pull your pants down far enough for access. Then he picks you up again and you press your hands onto the table to help.

He lowers you onto his member, letting it spear you open slowly. By the time he’s fully sheathed, he already bouncing you.

He pulls down your shirt so that both your tits are out now. They bounce roughly with your body.

The pressure inside you is too much with the force he slams you down, you feel like a fleshlight.

“Ezraaa!” You sob, “Kiss me…please?” You say in a desperate voice.

He flips you over in his lap, forcing a leg over his lap and then onto the leather and bent beside him. You straddle him, because he’s so tall it’s easier to kiss him, even in this position. You hold onto his shirt as if he’d disappear if you let go even just a little. The table is digging into your back harshly scrapping at you through your shirt.

Ezra’s mouth finds yours, he’s delicious, it’s a flavor that’s all his own, it’s comforting, mixed with a contradicting tenderness to his character… Like he’s really sharing an intimate part of himself with you just by kissing you.

His dick finally hits that spot that has you crying out at a volume that has any other patron that wasn’t looking before, aware of what you’re doing in that booth.

He pulls out and cums all over your stomach, while rubbing against your body.

You bury your face into his shoulder and nuzzle his neck.

Instead of pushing you off like normal, he just turns his blushing face away from you and tries to act nonchalantly. You giggle, happy and warm.

[samthecookielord]

Level 5 vision today...

[scarapanna]

not really an ask i just wanna say i wanna give birb vanilla some bread as a treat

He appreciates the offer!!

All of the offers as well!!

Y'all are pampering him/silly

[longlostlobster]

Don’t forget it isn’t Him.

No matter how convincing it’s affections are.

No matter how much it speaks in his voice the words you’ve been dying to hear.

No matter how many times it bends your memories to it’s will…

That’s exactly what it wants you to think.

(Song: Babooshka — Kate Bush)

[urperfectangelgirl]

[outergodly]

MOURNINGDOVEGENDER PASTRY COOKIE．

Requested By : @mygraine．

Like & Reblog if used．

[dayurno]

Can we get a snippet of the kerejean hater au plsss

so funny that people call it hater au when its a raven au… anyway heres jeremy being a (sexually frustrated) hater

[roleplay-finder-search]

🍋22 looking for anyone 18+

The muses I’d like to write as are in bold, * for the ones I’m really craving right now

Sorry if this is long but plot ideas dump!

I love romance and fluff but I’m open to dark themes, angst and 🪦 🕊 as well as 🐾 and 🍪 but I might be picky about those. I love writing smut so it will be included, we can discuss the smut to plot ratio but I would like 40:60 or even 50:50 but never more smut than plot

I only rp on discord, third person past tense and I do match my partner’s length but my replies are at least a few paragraphs and sometimes close or right around the discord limit. I primarily do mxm (the only exception would be fxm with me writing as a trans fem) and trans/nb characters are welcome!

Medieval

•A is a prince and escapes the castle as soon as he can, B is a commoner and has no idea of of A is

1700s-1800s

•A is the new priest in a small town/village, B is a (doctor) and goes to church every Sunday

•A and B are both priests, A is more rebellious and helps B ‘loosen up’

Vintage-Modern

•A works in a pub/cafe, B goes there almost every day and A tries to flirt with him by writing down his number on a napkin but B is unsuspectedly blind

•A faked his death and moved to the other side of the world, B just happens to be there on vacation years later *

•A and B are childhood friends but A moved away, they meet years later and B doesn’t recognize A after they’ve transitioned *

Harry Potter

•Draco dies and Harry goes back in time to save him, he becomes obsessed and very possessive towards the blonde

•Draco moved away and transitioned after the war, is now called (fem name) and Harry doesn’t recognize her *

•Sirius escapes from Azkaban and goes home to the only person who could hide him: Remus

•James crosses a line and says something that hurts Regulus, he feels awful and tries to apologize

•Regulus faked his death and moved away to the other side of the world, James happens to be there on vacation years later *

[sunshine-1nc]

Dove cookies Bad4 outfit AKA Raven!!

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Wanted to redraw my oc Dove Cookie. I just added the star halo to complete his look

[punktactical]

⋆୨୧˚  WATASHI WA STAR ! ⭐️

if ur a minor , don’t get caught reading my shit then ! im not responsible for what u read

💬 . 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

© punktactical please do not steal , plagiarize or edit my work

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I miss professor reichsgraf

GN! Bad Student Reader x Professor OC!

Minors DNI

CW: GN! Reader, reader referred to as they/them, no body descriptions for reader, lots of swearing tbh lol, reader is RUDE (just because they’re sleepy! we still stan🥰) spanking, pet names for reader(good kitten, darling), Sub!Reader, reader has hair(not described just enough to grab), fingering (not specified which hole dw), nipple play, crying reader, tetro?, overstim, dubcon(no proper safeword), sado maso, p in hole, not proofread.

(IDK i hope it turned out okay, it doesn’t seem the way i want it, but i can’t tell rn if it’s just me T.T)

“You are, quite possibly the worst student i’ve ever had the misfortune of teaching.”

You mock him on the phone with your bestie.

“Stupid ass over qualified teacher.”

“Fur reaaaalll. my gods, what an asshole!” they respond.

“It’s too bad he’s so hot. What a waste.” You resume what you were doing and hold the phone between your ear and shoulder.

“I would tap, i wonder if he’s into that like teacher/student play…” they trail off.

“Ew. please don’t fantasize about my dickwad professor. At least with me around,” You feign gagging.

The next day in class you’re slouching, hoping to the gods that he just forgets you exist so that you can try and catch up on your assignments… But Fuck it’s so hard! You don’t have time for school work when you’re home, because you’re usually sleeping, after your two jobs. And all these pompous professors do is give homework!!! ALL OF THEM.

It’s the end of the ninety minute mark and you, along with everyone else, starts packing your things.

“Y/L/N. Stay behind a minute.” Professor Reichsgraf sighs, and tosses an empty cup into the trash can.

“Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhg!” You groan, thankfully the room is loud enough that he might not of even—

“Gods, you’d swear I told you that you’re going to jail,” He laughs. He’s sat behind the desk a little slouched like normal, head in a hand, elbow on a stack of papers (probably so it’s more comfortable) you tsk out loud at your thoughts, before pretending to yawn.

What a class A assho-

“Have a seat,” he asks.

“This will take that long??” You sigh out frustratedly.

“Gods, you young peop—”

“Oh don’t you ‘young people these days’ Me, mister!”

“It’s Doctor.”

“Oooo big dif. Fuck off” You cross your arms and roll your eyes.

He rolls his own, “Just sit.”

With a *plop*! into the seat, you do.

The professor stands, his hand lazily traces a knot in his desk as he rounds the table and approaches you slowly. “I don’t usually do this…”

“Woah, Um isn’t there like a rule against—”

“What!?” He furrows his brow then massages it quickly between his finger and thumb. “No, i’m offering to tutor you,” He sighs in annoyance.

“Oh really?” You would still really like to at least pass… “Okay fine.”

“What? really? no deals needed?” He looks you over.

shrugging, you say, “I mean what are you offering?”

“Nope, it’s a done deal, you already signed the dotted line crossed your t’s and all that.” He steps ever closer, and leans on the table you’re sat at.

“When do we start?”

~

You’ve had a few sessions with your professor but nothing seems to be working, the information just isn’t sticking until…

“Bend over.” Reichsgraf growls, head in his hand in frustration.

“Excuse me?” Your brows raise in shock.

“Bend over my knee, right now. You aren’t learning this way.”

You think at first he’s lying. Just trying to make you uncomfortable or something, maybe a bee flew into his coffee this morning so he’s taking it out on you. You don’t know. But you do it. You get down, lay over his lap and wait.

His hand massages your rump, “Now what’s the answer to number five?”

“A?”

A hand comes down onto your flesh with a *Smack!*

“Ow!” You yelp! “What the fuck!?”

“What is the answer to number five? Don’t just guess.”

“Is it not A?” You ask, it looks right… Right?

*SMACK!”

“OW!!” You yelp again, louder this time, it stings so much more the second time!

“You know the answer.”

“C!” You suddenly remember something he said about it yesterday, and he’s right, you did know the answer!

“Good job, I’m impressed.” He isn’t lying, he really is. Only two spanks on the first time? Maybe he had been hoping for more though, to be honest.

It’s a unique way to have to learn like this, but with you, he’s happy to oblige. All the time spent being frustrated that you couldn’t commit even the simplest knowledge to memory, he can finally get rid of…

“Okay now six.”

“Do we have to do the whole assignment like this?”

“Yes. Six.”

You shout, “A!”

*Smack!*

“Shit! I mean B!” You wince.

“You guessed again. Read the answer, and tell me why it’s correct.”

“Do i have to? I got it right that time.”

Suddenly the hand on your rear moves to your clothed sex, he presses down hard and trails along the divide. A gnawing heat starts to grow in your lower half quickly.

“Hey! wait-!”

“We don’t have the time. what is the answer to seven?”

“D!”

“Good Kitten,” His baritone seems even deeper somehow, as he rubs you harder, your jeans are getting too hot to bare. “We need these off.” He tugs on your back belt loop.

“Yeah…” You shock yourself when you agree so readily. You stand to unbutton them and get them off, but he slaps your hands away and takes your pants off for you.

Your body gets thrown around until your bent over the desk and the wood’s digging into your hip bones.

“Professor-!”

A growl escapes his throat. his hair is messier than usual when you turn back to look, before he grabs yours and steers you forward.

His fingers enter you first, already setting a fast pace, he curls them and scissors them; all while pistoning so fast you feel like you’re already teetering on the edge. “Such a good kitten, you’re doing so good for me,” He hums deeply in his throat.

You whine and wriggle, until he tenses his grip in your hair and on your hip. His hand fans out over your skin and gropes you the entire way up to your chest, pressing a traveling dent into your stomach and over your ribs. Your brows peak, and your mouth hangs open.

“Seven.”

“SERIOUSLY???” You stomp, way to take you out of it.

*SLAP!* Your ass was sore from the earlier abuse, to be slapped now stings so brutally!!!

“F-fuck!!” You shake.

“Seven. Now.” His hand is raised and prepped to hit you again.

You shimmy and jump, “No, no more please!!”

*SLAP!*

“AHH!” You screech! “ummm,” You read the question rapidly through bleary eyes, “D! D! It’s D!!!” You shout and writhe in his grasp.

“I’m so proud of you, I knew you could do this,” He rubs something cooling on your ass cheek and it feels so much better!

“Oh thank you thank you oh my gods.” you let out so much air you feel dizzy. His cock starts to rub against you, making your dizzy spell last longer. it’s so hot and hard and.. LONG! Holy shit it’s so long! You’re gonna be speared to death on that thing! You drool at the anticipation! “Fuck me.” You say it in a long groan as an expression but also mean it very much.

“You deserve it, you’ve been doing so good,” Holy shit, his words strike some heavenly chord that opens your pearly gates wide for him, and he enters without resistance, taking his time to really appreciate your interior.

“Holy shit!” You can’t help the obscenities, they just fall from your lips naturally, you’re so surprised at all of this, at yourself for willingly doing it, at your hot teacher for wanting you in the first place, at so many things…. Most of all at how HOT his dick is like molten lava inside you and it feels fucking DIVINE.

“You’re such a good kitten,” He rubs you as you take his length.

His movements are calculated, every single one. No matter how fast they hit your spots like a master martial artist targeting pressure points. You aren’t getting a break from his assaults every strike is a critical blow. Even when he slows down his spongey head sweetly kisses those spots igniting obscene fires that don’t have time to burn out before being reignited fully.

You’re getting close, so painfully close to a volcanic eruption, your bubbling!

“Cum for me, darling” He leans down over your back, to whisper into your ear, his voice gravely and so low.

“AHH!!!” You scream out and your whole body goes rigid and convulses, his own cum shoots inside you and you take all of it.

“So good for me, you took me so well, darling…” His eyes practically have hearts in them.

[samthecookielord]

Our shared past and our lost future 🎉

Team future 💥💥💥