#enjoyed drawing bunnies... different kinds of bunnies

[fennaria]

Lantern Festival (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

[trueguertenaexhibit]

so i watched a movie… it wasn’t like, the best, but what can i say, i go feral for spooky things and sibling relationships

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Eri meeting Anubis and Susano’o, she’s shy and timid meeting these newcomers, however after seeing that their nice she offers them one of her apple slices in the shape of a bunny (Buddha made them for her) and is in awe seeing them eat it in one bite and giving her a goofy smile showing he’s friendly

-You peeked out from behind Odin’s leg, holding onto his robe, after he told you that there were a couple of new friends who wanted to meet you.

-You liked meeting new friends, so you, with Buddha’s help, made some bunny shaped apple slices for the meeting, which many thought was downright adorable, seeing you being so friendly, despite being so shy.

-You saw three new faces, two gods and one human, who were all at the massive table with everyone else.

-Loki and Jack spotted you first, arriving with Odin, both calling out your name happily, which got everyone’s attention on the two of you as you held onto Odin’s robes as he led you inside.

-Brunnhilde waved the three new faces over so they could meet you and the human, who looked like he was only a teenager, approached first, kneeling before you, giving you a warm smile, “Hello, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Okita Soji!”

-You gave him a shy wave, “Hi Soji, my name is Y/N.” he seemed friendly enough, but you saw the sword at his side, which made you realize he was a warrior like Kojiro. He held out a hand towards you, to greet you and you put your hand on top of his hand, looking a little confused as to what he wanted, which made him chuckle warmly as his hand gripped yours gently, smiling.

-Anubis was the next one, coming on a little strong as he beamed brightly, “I’m so happy to finally meet you Y/N! I’m Anubis- Egyptian God of the Underworld!”

-You had flinched back a bit until you heard what he was the god of, curious, “Like Hades?” Anubis wasn’t bothered, grinning brightly, “Yup! I just rule over a different section!”

-You looked over at Hades, who had come over and he nodded, confirming that this was true which made your eyes sparkle before you noticed all his jewelry, “You’re very sparkly.”

-Anubis just beamed, standing tall with his hands on his hips, looking proud of the compliment, “Thank you! I love being sparkly!” you couldn’t help but smile, he was very warm and funny, kind of like Loki.

-Susanoo was a little scary for you, since he was so large, but when he kneeled to greet you, you could sense that he was kind of like Hercules, Thor, Lu Bu, and Ares, they were really big, but really nice.

-He was a little loud as he greeted you, “Greetings young Y/N! A pleasure to meet you!” but you gave him a shy smile, greeting him back.

-You showed them the apples, once Odin put the plate down, “I made this for you three, with Buddha’s help.” As you said this you looked at Buddha, who came over and picked you up, so you could be taller.

-Soji was all smiles, thanking you for the lovely gift, while Anubis was gushing, cooing how cute it was, turning to you with a big smile, taking you from Buddha, spinning around with you, making you squeal with laughter.

-You looked at Susanoo who had fallen to his knees, crying comically as he beheld the lovely give that you had given to him, going on a loud monologue that he was deserving of such a gift!

-He was definitely like Ares, as he acted in a similar way when you gave him a crayon drawing a few days ago.

-Laughter filled the room as everyone enjoyed the food, enjoying the party. You had to wonder who you were going to meet next! You wanted to meet even more friends!

[pretty-toru]

˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬

You accidentally introduced Satoru to the world of Lush when you said you needed to grab a few things at the store, and he normally wouldn't go into a place like this but it quickly became a fun and enlightening experience for him. Seeing all the specialty bath bombs, massage bars, and fresh face masks just screamed 'take me home' so he doesn't hesitate to fill your basket and his until it was overflowing.

The moment you both returned home you knew Satoru wanted to test out some of the new products for himself, so after unloading your shopping bags his excitement got the better of him when he hears the water running. He's adorably peeking his head inside the bathroom to see you perched on the edge of the bathtub. "Babe? Why didn't you invite me for a bath with you~?" You offer him a sweet smile, "Because I knew you'd come find me sooner or later. I need to get a few things so can you finish drawing the bath for me?"

A small nod from him and a gentle kiss to his cheek from you, Satoru does as he's told meanwhile going through his massive haul to line up the products across the bath tray he's most excited to use. When you return back with two drinks in your hands 一 a deep cherry gradient over ice, sugar coating on the outside, garnished with a mint sprig, you find your boyfriend had changed into a white robe. "This is the best I can do for now, but we have hibiscus mocktails!" You chime delightfully, and Satoru swears he just fell in love with you a little more.

He gets a little cheeky when he helps you undress to rinse your bodies first under the shower before dipping into the color changing and fragrant water, and even though he's been to hot spring resorts before this feels like an entirely different kind of comfort and relaxation. You notice he had chosen a face mask he wanted to do so before entering you grabbed your bunny headband for him. As you both soak together and enjoy each other's company, you can look forward to Satoru making plans to bathe with you again.

[honeybubbledivination]

Pick A Page ✨

Hey, busy bees! I decided to try out something different! Kinda like mini messages while I work on figuring out shadow work stuff and readings to do for that segment! 😋 Choose which Page calls to you and see what message she has for you today! They’ll go in order of how they’re listed in the image below!

What/Who are the Pages: The Pages are the youngest, typically female court cards that bring a curious, creative, energetic energy to the suit. They each have a naive, but uniquely passionate perspective on life. Carries messages of new opportunities and creative possibilities/ideas.

[disclaimer: take what resonates and leave what doesn’t! Any and all messages are to be interpreted with your own discernment.]

[Tarot Cards are from 'The Robin Wood Tarot' by Robin Wood.]

Page of Swords:

4oC, The Hanged Man, KnoW, QoP

The Page of Swords recognizes you’re in a period of discontentment due to a stagnant situation. She tells us with the Knight of Wands and Queen of Pentacles that you will need to utilize a newfound and, almost, sudden bravery to step into a new era of financial stability that will clear away your stagnation. Good luck and good love!

- Bunny 🍯💛

Page of Cups:

The Devil, 2oC, KnoC, 4oS

The Page of Cups spills a situation that you will be put into that is framed as either a love offer or some kind of emotional offer from a younger male you know. (For some of you, this male may be a brother close to your age. In this case it would not be a romantic offer, of course.) This offer is meant to tempt you as they aren’t being 100% honest about their motives. Remember that the decision is yours, but relationships and friendships should be equal give and take. Sometimes sticking to yourself and protecting your peace is better for your soul and your wallet! Good luck and good love!

- Bunny 🍯💛

Page of Pentacles:

The Emperor, KoC, The Empress, QoC

The Page of Pentacles reveals a coin with two polished faces. You’re being guided to remain balanced in the physical while maintaining healthy balance with your emotional well being. Remember that you cannot put too much into one cup or you will flood your kingdom. But, you cannot leave your cup empty or your kingdom will fall into a drought. Good luck and good love!

- Bunny 🍯💛

Page of Wands:

1oW, 3oP, 6oC, 6oS

The Page of Wands draws an image of you leaving a situation that you realized was not equal give in take. She encourages you to pick up the pen and start creating again! Utilize your experience with your keen and adventurous imagination to make a little money! Work hard and have fun while you do it! Good luck and good love!

- Bunny 🍯💛

Bunny’s Notes: I hope you guys enjoyed this shorter version of a reading! Also, I doodled the backdrop for the cards and my new pfp! It’s been awhile since I’ve done any kind of digital art, so it’s not amazing! But, I’ve been trying to liven up my blog and get back to things I enjoy doing! Thank you so much for buzzing by!

[thornsinmycrown]

PROTECTION | HEADCANONS

YANDERE!Mike Schmidt x GN!BABYSITTER!READER

warnings: [ MDNI +18 ] kidnapping, yandere, obsessive, isolating, stalking behavior, mention of sexual themes. word count: 731

summary: he just wants his little sister's babysitter to be safe.

He totally has a "crush" on you, something innocent at first. It's undeniable to this point, Abby draws you with them and her friends, there's a big wall wrapped in her drawings like wallpaper, her big brother and yourself holding hands with cute little red hearts all around you.

He talks about you at dinner time, asking Abby how did you treat her and if you were nice for the day, he promised her that you will always stay with them, that he would find a way to make you stay forever.

You know he hasn't had an easy life, talking to you in confidence about Garrett and how he couldn't save him, the way he feels about failing his own family and you admire his compromise over Abby.

Sometimes he takes it to extremes, overprotecting her and doing what you and the little girl consider dismissing fun time.

At first it seemed to be something normal to you, she was the only of his family left, the constant reminder of how lonely and how lucky he was to still have a bond with his parents at the same time, but with time you grew tired of wiping Abby's tears that were actually cried over nothing.

The first time you two had the talk and spoke about it, he was in denial. Mike assured he wasn't controlling Abby's life, he was keeping her safe from the dangers of the world.

You try to remind him what is obvious, that she is a kid and kids need to play and make friends, have fun and enjoy childhood.

He immediately felt bad watching you yell at him to make him take in count the child's feelings, and that's when he realized how important you were — how much of his tiny family needed a mediator like you.

He resents —and admires— your humanity. He is aggressive, cunning, rough to any edge, and deep down he knows you are too, except you don't let that take away your compassion.

Mike yearns for every piece of you now, any kind of affection is well received, whether it is a simple greeting or a friendly waving hand, he even prepares himself to gently smile no matter how awkward it feels, your small confused nodding gesture gets him every time.

You don't judge his incapacity to retain any job and he feels maybe you're the only person in the world who actually understands his struggles — his failures.

When he starts working at Fazbear's he fears he could be loading you too much responsibility, working the night shift wasn't his ideal and, though you'd never let him down, he felt worried you two were going to be alone for so many hours.

The first three nights everything was alright, until the fourth happened.

Animatronics chasing down his little sister was the last straw, it made him snap inevitably, you and Abby weren't safe at all, any time you could be murdered by any of them and there wouldn't be a way to save you.

He fears losing you, what would he do without you?

You help him get rid of them for the little girl's sake, temporarily disabling the animatronics like Vanesa instructed, but you get hurt in the process.

The yellow bunny twists the knife inside you, you let him in order to protect Abby, and it doesn't cost you as much as it costs Mike.

The idea of your loss only fuels Mike's grief, it's like losing his family all over again, but this time will be different — this time he has the chance to change the ending.

You wake up in a hospital bed, your ribcage hurts and you have an injured leg, the first thing your eyes see are his, red puffy eyes full of pain.

A week passes so you can leave the hospital, and he has a room for you in the house.

You try to explain to him you have a place to live since you rent a shared room with another person, but he insists you're not safe there.

"What if he comes back and tries to hurt you again?" "What if this time he—?" He cannot even end the sentence, he can only imagine the worst.

You agree to stay for a couple of days while your injuries heal, yet the unsettling part is just about to begin for you.

Author's note: I had in mind this headcanons since the first time I saw the movie and once I left the theater I started working on them but just release them now because I couldn't finish them in a way I like until today. I'll do a second part to this just because I think it has more potential to add to his character.

[tokkiwrites]

summary: Santiago works most days, so that doesn't leave a lot of room for the two of you. but he always finds time to teach you a lesson when you're bad. tags: masturbaton, retraints, orgasm denial, voyeurism( in a way), cum eating, dry humping, spit, slapping, degradation, relationship problems (??) but they work it out in the end. /ᐠ - ˕ -マ⁩ authors note 𑁯 ✿ happy spookytokki kinktober!! here's the second story for you freaky bunnies, shorter with only 2.03k words, but i hope you enjoy it!

You sit by the window, the soft hum of the fan, the only noise in the otherwise silent apartment. Outside, the sun is hanging low in the sky, casting long, lazy shadows across the street. You sigh, leaning back against the worn-out cushions, eyes tracing the same lines of the ceiling that you've stared at countless times before.

Santi’s at work again. He’s always at work. It feels like you’ve been living in two different worlds for a while now—his, filled with busy days and deadlines, and yours, here, waiting, day after day.

You glance at your phone, half-hoping to see a message, maybe something spontaneous. But the screen stays blank. Another hour passes, and you can’t help but feel the weight of the day pressing in on you. Time moves differently when you're alone—slower, heavier. You’ve already cycled through all the usual distractions: TV, scrolling mindlessly, flipping through an old book you barely care about.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. When you first moved in together, everything seemed full of possibility. Nights spent talking until you fell asleep, lazy mornings together. But now, it's as if Santi is slipping into the cracks between the hours, a ghost in the space you share. It's been about three weeks since you last had sex. It wasn't so important, nor such a long time, but you kind of missed feeling wanted. You give into your sad state, memories of nights where he showed you how much he wants you, the way he indulged into youㅡ how you always stuck to his every command, wanting nothing other than to please him.

and you are needy.

Slowly, your hand creeps into your lazily tied sweatpants and under your panties; just those few thoughts of Santiago on top of you have got you dripping with arousal. You mutter a soft curse under your breath as you start drawing slow circles onto your bud. Quiet moans slip your parted lips, back arching against the couchㅡ time stops for a bit; you feel as you did the time you first met him. fantasizing about what he'd do to you.

The sound of the front door opening snaps you from your thoughts and actions, but you don’t move right away. Instead, you stay like that, splayed out on the couch, waiting. anticipating.

"Hey," he says softly, finally stepping into the living room. His voice is calm and familiar, but there's a hint of exhaustion behind it. You don’t immediately respond, waiting for his reaction, and, oh, do you get one. "What are you doing?" he finally asks, taking in your state. "Dunno..." You play clueless, dragging the word out as if it’s too much hand still in that same place. "What's it look like?"

He narrows his eyes slightly, caught between amusement and bewilderment. "You waitin' for me, baby?" You just shrug, not really giving him much, enjoying the way he’s trying to figure you out. “Maybe I am.” His lips press into a thin line, and for a moment, you can see that familiar spark in his eyes—the one that used to light up when the two of you would banter like this, teasing, pushing each other. he's hungry for you.

"You know you just gotta ask. I always give you what you want." you sigh. "Yeah...but not anymore." he chuckles, throwing off his jacket onto the nearby ottoman. "I think you're just being a brat. Maybe I've spoiled you too much." you try to sit up from the couch, but he's quick to push you back down, eyes roaming over your body. "I don't fuck you for two weeks, and this is what i get, baby? when all i do is work forㅡ god." he smiles, "you know you got me wrapped around your little finger."

"It's been three weeks." You say the words before you can stop them. "Oh?" he coos. "Is that what this is about?" Santiago lowers his head, his lips so close to yours you can feel his breath. you want to kiss him so bad it actually hurts, but before you can do or say anything, he breaks the silence with a stern tone. "Take of my belt."

"sorry?" your eyes widen a bit, but he cuts you off quickly. "Excused. Take it off, now." You hesitate, your breath catching in your throat, but his presence, so close, so commanding, makes it impossible to resist. With trembling hands, you reach for his belt buckle, the weight of the moment making every second feel like an eternity.

The belt finally comes undone with a quiet click, and for a moment, neither of you moves. Santiago’s expression is unreadable, his eyes dark and intense stare that pricks at your skin. Then, slowly, he reaches out, his fingers brushing against your hand as he takes the belt from you. The ache of wanting him so badly nearly overwhelms you, but he holds you there, suspended in the moment.

"Good," he says quietly, "On your knees." The need to obey him surges within you, stronger than anything you've felt before. It's an overwhelming pull, not just because of his commanding presence, but because something about the way he speaks, the fire in his eyes, makes it impossible to resist. Every word he utters demands your attention, your submission, as if disobedience isn’t even an option.

"gimme your hands, pretty girl."

It's not just about what he's asking—it's about the control he holds over you in that moment, the power he has. And the truth is, you don't just feel compelled to follow his commands. You want to. So you kneel in front of him. Without a word, he folds the leather in half, and before you can fully process what's happening, he grabs your wrists gently, pulling them together. The cool leather slides against your skin as he wraps the belt around your wrists, tightening it just enough to make your pulse quicken.

His movements are slow, deliberate, as though savoring the control he's taking. Your breath hitches, and all you can focus on is the feeling of restraint, the belt holding you in place. The heat between you rises, and your heart races. Santiago pulls the belt tighter with a firm tug as he speaks up again. "Now you sit and watch." and your eyes widen as he plops down on the couch in front of you, all whilst undoing his pants.

His large hand slides into his trousers, finally setting free his aching shaft. He stares you dead in the eyes as he wraps a tight grip around it, and with slow motions, he starts touching himself. Santiago’s low moans fill the room. you can feel yourself dripping more and more as the moments settle. You wanted to move closer to help him, but his gaze was keeping you in place. "And here I was thinking you were being a good girl while I'm gone, turns outㅡ" he moans "turns out you're a needy whore. is cock all you think about, hm?"

"santi, please.." You whine, bringing your tied wrists up, as if praying. "I'm sorry, please... untie me so I can help.." he can only laugh through strained moans as he pumps himself faster. "Doesn't work like that, baby." it was excruciating, watching him do it all whilst you were on your knees, trying to get off just by rubbing your thighs together. you bit down your moans; he'd never done something like this. yes, he did punish you, but not to this extent. he usually gave into your pleads in two seconds topsㅡ maybe this was his way of showing you that he's still full of surprises even after all this time.

You can feel yourself practically drooling as Santiago put on a show. You see him throw his head back, hips bucking in the air. he was close to finishing and no matter how shameful it felt, your mouth was watering.

"C'mere." Santiago’s voice makes you jump. You nod, trying your best to crawl towards him with your wrists retrained, knees weak. He'd never seen you so desperate. "Openㅡ Wider!" You obey every word, waiting. With a few more moves from his wrist, he lays white ropes all over your blushed face and onto your tongue, the sudden feeling making you scrunch up your face. with his index finger, he closes your jaw for you. "swallow." and you do. with that same finger, he gathers the rest of his seed from your face, urging it into your mouth. "Come on, openㅡ there you go." he praises as he smears the substance on your tongue. The man makes you stay like that, mouth agape, catching you off guard when you feel him spit inside of it. Santiagos rough palm makes contact with your cheek in a harsh slap before he grabs you by the face. "Close it." You do as you're told, tears rolling down your stinging skin. when he's satisfied, he leans back on the couch, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Clean it up." he points to his shaft with little effort. you've never been so content and grateful in your whole life. With the urgency, you wrapped your lips around him, earning a soft laugh from the man. as you settle between his things, you manage to sneak your tied hands between your legs for better access to your aching cunt. you were almost there, so close, but it all fades away when Santiago kicks your hands away withhis foot, and tugs at your hair. "Don't get fucking greedy now. You don't get to come now. You do when I let you." you whine some incoherent pleads, protesting, before he sinks your head down again.

"Maybe this is what you need. I need to keep you tied and on your knees, make you suck this cock every time i come from work. you'd like that?" you moan around his length, all messy and teary-eyed. "Yeah, baby, i know- look at you." he slaps your cheek again. "You're all happy when you have my dick in your mouth." you can feel his foot creep up between your thighs, and you gasp for air as you feel it rub against your clothed folds. you try to move your hips for more contact, all whilst your tongue lulled out and around Santiago’s shaft. "There she is.." he tuts, tangling his fingers into your hair, parting your mouth away from him, a long string of saliva latching on. you gasp and rub against him, vision hazy and brain too fuzzy to say anything more. warmth pools at your stomach, the pulsing need making you tightly close your eyes but another slap to the face makes you look up. "You look at me. Like that-" you frantically rub against his foot, nails digging into your own palms. "Dirty fucking girl."

" ㅡ'm gonna come" You manage to choke out. "Go ahead. make me proud, baby" it's all you needed; you let go, millions of fireworks going off in your stomach as you writhe at his feetㅡ a soft string of 'thank yous' as you cry, forehead pressed against his thigh. you sit for a moment, the only sound ringing faintly in your ear as you come down from your high.

He leans in, placing a hand on the crown of your head, his voice softening. "You know I’m still here, right?" The tension that had been building up inside you eases in an instant, the warmth of him beside you, reminding you of all the reasons why you’ve waited. You tilt your head, resting it lightly on his palm, your fingers brushing against his leg.

"I know," you murmur. "It just gets hard when you’re not around so much."

Santi’s arm slips around your waist, pulling you up in his arms. "I’ll try to do better," he whispers, lips brushing your temple. "Promise." You don’t need a big conversation, not right now. Just this—the quiet, the closeness, and the feeling that, for a moment, things are the way they used to be.

"santi, 'm still tied." you finally speak up, head on his chest. "I know, baby. I'm not done with you." he'll make up for those three weeks.

[beneathsilverstars]

@seifrin replied:

the party's board game preferences?

really funny of you to ask this bc that's actually one of the very first things i posted about when i was just getting into isat fandom!! but it was kind of all over the place and i know the characters better now, so here's a tidy list :3

Siffrin

Siffrin likes games that are casual and easy to pick up, and don't require a ton of strategizing. Their favorite game is Set, which is a card game where you race to be the first to find sets of matching or unmatching cards in a spread.

It's about speed and (flat) observational skills, so he's pretty good at it! He also likes silly party games that are less about winning and more about being funny or working together, like Quiplash or Charades.

Mirabelle

Mirabelle thinks it's fun to get dramatically competitive, and doesn't mind playing for a couple hours straight. Her favorite game is Bunny Kingdom, which is a territory-claiming game, but with cards that provide a lot of different ways to get points.

The artwork is cute, and it's surprisingly easy to learn despite its complexity because many of the cards say what they do. She would have fun foiling other players' plans and seeing the dramatic twists in the final points reveal! She also loves games that are about interpersonal drama, like Shadow Hunters or Mafia, and she's down to try most games because she cares less about the game and more about having a nice time with her friends.

Isabeau

Isabeau likes games that are complicated and highly variable. His favorite game is Dominion, which is a deck-building game with tons of expansions that introduce unique mechanics, so you can mix and match cards to get a different experience each time you play.

Even after he's decided to stop hiding his nerdiness, he's reluctant to actually put his all into winning lest his friends get frustrated, so he's more likely to decide on strategies that seem the most fun rather than the most effective. He also likes games where you have to read/predict your opponent, like Poker or Shadow Hunters, and games that take hours to learn and more hours to play, like Terraforming Mars. (Don't ask me about that game I refuse to learn how to play it.)

Odile

Odile can do complex strategy, but rather than memorizing a bunch of rules she prefers games that are easy to play, hard to master. Her favorite game is Azul, which involves collecting the right amount of the right color tiles to fill up your board in the right order.

It's fairly short and straightforward, but still with plenty of decisions to make as you adapt your strategy depending on what tiles are available. She also likes classic puzzle-y games like Scrabble or Jenga or Mancala. And she complains about Isabeau's long complex games, but when she gets into them she gets really into them, and can give Isabeau a run for his money.

Bonnie

Bonnie likes epic excitement! Their favorite game is Shadow Hunters, where players are secretly assigned the role of Shadow, Hunter, or Neutral, and have to figure out who to attack or defend as they work towards their unique win conditions.

Bonnie's not actually particularly good at it, but the random teams and random dice/cards level the playing field a bit, and even when they lose track of who's on whose team, it's fun to attack random people and it's fun to lose dramatically! They also enjoy card games, like Egyptian War / Slap or Mao, and rambunctious games, like... Egyptian War / Slap or Mao.

Everyone Together!

The whole group loves a good bit, so of course they're on that party game shit: all sorts of Jackbox, Cards Against Humanity with curated/custom cards, that game where one person writes a sentence then the next person draws it and then the next person looks at just the drawing and describes that, etc.

Everyone will play Dominion with Isabeau, but Bonnie and Siffrin will only play if there's not any expansion packs in use (or at least not any weird expansion mechanics). Bonnie likes using attack cards, Siffrin likes building huge eclectic decks, Odile likes building small streamlined decks, Mirabelle likes playing several games in a row with the same set of cards so she can try different strategies, and Isabeau likes using strange cards and unique strategies.

Everyone enjoys Mao (though Odile claims she doesn't). I'm breaking the rules by explaining this to you, but it's a card game played with multiple decks, with a similar structure to Uno except with some bonus rules, plus whenever someone wins a round they get to make up a new rule, and if you break a rule you draw a card. Rules like no asking questions, no playing even cards on even cards, meow every time you play a diamond, etc. Generally Bonnie and Mirabelle make rules that affect behavior rather than gameplay, Odile makes complicated rules that make it harder to play, Siffrin makes simple rules that make it easier to play, and Isabeau makes rules that balance out the mechanics currently in use. Everyone loves making Odile say weird things, and sometimes she pulls out a super ridiculous rule herself. Siffrin is the worst at remembering all the rules, but he doesn't care that much because struggling to remember the rules isn't an obstacle, it's the whole point of the game.

Shadow Hunters has something for everyone, and it's convenient that 5 players is a neat 2 Shadow 2 Hunter 1 Neutral split. Bonnie is more likely to attack at random if they don't know who anyone is, to keep things exciting, and Siffrin is more likely to not attack at all, because they don't want to accidentally hurt an ally. He gets a little stressed out by the drama sometimes, but it helps that he's playing a specific character. Isabeau's the best at the game, except he and Mirabelle both get really into dramatically holding grudges and such, so Odile's practicality and perception make her actually the best at it.

Siffrin likes playing Azul with Odile because it's very visual and straightforward, the two of them could sit there quietly playing five rounds in a row. Odile and Bonnie play Mancala together, and Bonnie Isabeau and Siffrin play Egyptian War. Everyone's willing to play Set with Siffrin; Mirabelle is the next best at it. Isabeau enjoys Bunny Kingdom the most after Mirabelle, but everyone will play it — but Bonnie gets bored halfway through and it's four player anyway, so they'll often team up with Siffrin. Isabeau never gets to play Terraforming Mars because it's one of the only games Mirabelle won't give a second try, and while Odile doesn't hate it she'd rather play a weird Dominion expansion.

[aquagirl1978]

everyone has a bath routine - even the regal genius, chevalier michel.

after reuniting with your love, you soon took it upon yourself to draw his nightly bath. of course, a servant could do this for him, but you insisted on doing this yourself.

after dinner, you would excuse yourself as chevalier watched you leave, his lips spread in a teasing grin. he enjoyed this nightly ritual, perhaps even more than you did.

as the water was running, you gathered the necessary items to prepare the bath.

first was the bath oils. there were so many to pick from - all scented with many different kinds of roses. after selecting a bottle, you return to the bathtub to continue the ritual.

after uncorking the bottle, you poured some of the clear liquid into the bath, the fragrant aromas of rose mixed with vetiver wafting in the warm air. your eyes drifted closed as your lungs filled with the floral fragrance, your body tingling thinking of chevalier.

shaking yourself free from your reverie, you reached for a small pouch. opening its drawstrings, you slid your hand into the soft velvet and pulled out a bunch of red rose petals. after scattering the petals into the bath, you dipped your elbow into the water to test its temperature - it was just the right.

there was one final step. you picked up the pile of neatly folded white fluffy towels and placed it on a stool by the bathtub. on top of the towels was a small bath toy - a pink rubber ducky. only it wasn't a duck, it was a rabbit. you held the toy gingerly in your hands, the memory of when chevalier first saw it rushing to your mind.

"what is that?" chevalier asked the first time he saw the toy in his bath.

"oh, this?" you replied, pointing to the small toy in the water. "i saw it in a store today while i was out at the markets. i thought it was cute, so i bought it."

you watched chevalier stare at the toy unamused, his lips remaining in a straight line.

"it's okay," you quickly added, your childlike joy deflating instantly as you reached for the toy. "it...doesn't need to be in here."

chevalier's hand darted out, his fingers encircling your wrist. "i didn't say that." his clear blue eyes softened as he loosened his grip, his thumb grazing the inside of your wrist. "the toy stays."

and ever since that day, chevalier had not had a bath without his little pink rubber bunny.

the door opened and you heard a familiar voice call out. "is it ready?"

"yes, it's ready," you said, smiling as you lowered your hands into the water, gently placing the pink rubber bunny into the warm water. looking up, you found chevalier standing with his back facing you, your gaze lingering as he removed his bathrobe.

suddenly shy, you averted your gaze as he approached the bathtub. he sighed softly as he lowered his body into the water. taking your chin in his hand, he tilted your face to meet his.

"you're joining me tonight?" he asked.

'indeed," you replied, enjoying how his the corner of his lips quirked up as you said his famous reply.

your bathrobe quickly found its way discarded on the floor, your hand slipping into chevalier's as he helped guide you into the bath. settling between his legs, you tilted your head back, resting against his broad chest.

now began your favorite part of the bath ritual - spending time with your love.

[canadianfangirl-95]

Benny Miller- Sugar Daddy edition

Third and Final Chapter!

Summary: Your gym crush becomes unmanageable when he is suddenly thrust upon you as your new boxing trainer. After a drunken hook up at a night club opening, you begin to explore your feelings as you continue to learn new and exciting things about him.

About: Continuation of the sugar daddies AU Triple Frontier collection. See Frankie’s story or original teaser post for more information.

Characters- Kayla and Tasha are undescribed, so you can imagine them as your own friend group.

Chapter Warning: 18 + minors, DNI, age difference, reader is early 20s, Benny is late 30s, smut, alcohol, oral f and m receiving, fingering.

Chapter Word Count: 6k+

The next few weeks flew by, with your exams and Benny’s trip to Texas, you had gotten together as much as you could. Your dates varied from watching a movie and eating popcorn in your apartment with the unwelcome accompaniment of Kayla to dinner at a 4-star restaurant. Each date grew your feelings for him more and more. His smile and kindness far outweighed the luxury and high life he promised you.

It was finally the day of the Kentucky Derby. Benny would be picking you up to drive the few hours to the event and then you agreed to stay at his place out of town to save him the drive through the city traffic at the end of the day. You waited patiently for Benny, dressed in your new dress, shoes and jewelry Benny had given you. You looked at the time on your phone, he should be here soon. Your mind started to drift back to earlier this morning, when you had been startled awake a by a dream that seemed all too familiar. It felt like the events of the drunken night with Benny were slowly returning and materializing in your dreams. You leaned on the kitchen island and closed your eyes, allowing your memories to swim through your mind again. You could picture Bennys buff frame and dark hair trailing down his stomach to the head of his cock. He was playing eagerly with your nipples, drawing obscene moans out of your mouth as he rocked slowly into you. His hair was tousled, and he bit his bottom lip, groaning with pleasure. His hand slid down and down until it found it’s home on your clit. He began drawing circles with his index finger as you dug your nails into his chiseled back. You were just about to finish when your alarm went off and jolted you awake.

The ping from your phone snapped you out of your trance this time and your eyes flew open to realize Benny was now waiting downstairs for you. You touched your chest, hoping you hadn’t gotten too flushed from your daydream. Your core certainly enjoyed the brief entertainment as you felt your lace panties slide on your clit with the arousal that had pooled there. You and Benny hadn’t done more than kiss since that night weeks ago, but tonight you would be spending the night with him, and you had full intentions of trying to relive that night, with better memory this time. It was hard keeping your resolve with Benny, but you had both agreed to have better timing next time since your first time together was a bit preemptive.

When you exited the building, you were once again met with the view of Benny leaning up against his Ferrari. He was wearing a black fitted suit, white button-down and a light blue tie that matched his eyes perfectly.

“Hey Bun-Bun.” He cheered, bringing you into one of his famous hugs, lifting you up off the ground and spinning you around before placing you firmly on your heels.

You giggled, “Really? Bun-Bun?”

“Just trying it out, you’ll always be my bouncing bunny in that ring.” He shrugged with a wink, taking your overnight bag from you and placing it in the trunk.

Soon the city disappeared, and the countryside calmed your nerves. You had made good timing with the traffic in town and were swiftly on your way to the Derby.

When you arrived, the area was buzzing with excitement. Benny followed in line with the other luxury vehicles for the valet parking. When he came to a stop, your door was opened by an attendant and a hand was offered to help you out of the vehicle. You quickly placed your fascinator on your head and grabbed your new purse before taking it and slinking out of the low car. Benny rounded the front and buttoned his jacket back up before offering his arm, which you gladly accepted. Wrapping your hands around his stiff bicep in his suit jacket and offering him a thankful smile. He kindly returned your smile and leaned down to offer a quick peck on your cheek before you were whisked away into the mayhem of the Derby.

The wealthiest people in the state were all adorned in beautiful jewels and clothing. The fashion was stunning and the fact that you didn’t at all feel out of place made you grin. It should make you nervous, but with Benny on your arm you were surely learning that you were worth so much more than what your ex made you think.

Benny held you close as you were shown to your box overlooking the fairgrounds. It was filled with complimentary food and drinks, far more than the two of you could manage. He grabbed a bottle of champagne and popped the top off, cheering as it went flying into the ceiling.

He grabbed a champagne flute and poured it for you, “Here you are m’lady.”

You smiled and took it graciously, “Thank you. This place is amazing. I can’t believe we’re here.”

Benny chuckled to himself, “Well, get used to it Bunny, because as long as you stick around with me, you’ll be doing stuff like this all the time.”

Swallowing deeply, you asked before you could bite your tongue, “Do you want that?”

He looked up at you from the food that he was about to dig into, “Do I want what?”

“For me, for me to stick around.” You stated. Your lips parted and your chest swelled as you awaited his response, the champagne flute hanging callously in your fingertips.   

His shoulders straightened and he started towards you, holding your shoulder in his hands like he had done in the clothing store. Benny looked at you intently, “Yes, yes, I do. I know-, I know it’s only been a month since we met. I just, really like you and I hope that’s not too much for you to hear. I think you’re beautiful, I mean damn, have you looked in the mirror today?” He stopped to bask in your smile that inevitably grew on your face. “And I think you’re really kind, you have a good heart, and most importantly you’re loyal to a fault. I can see it with how you are with your friends, and how you’ve treated me. Loyalty is really important to me. It’s the only way I made it out alive during my service so, I don’t really accept people into my life if I don’t see that they carry the same kind of loyalty, that, my friends, and I have for one another.”

Your mouth went completely dry at his confession and your heart may have grown two sizes. He looked at you with all the desire and passion in the world but also offered a sense of stability you longed for. He was strong, not only in body but in my mind and soul. You felt nothing but honored for him to want you in his life and you’d be damned if you let some ex that did a toll on your self-esteem ruin that.

“Benny, I-,” you started to say.

“You don’t have to. It’s okay if you’re not there yet. I understand, I know I can be a lot sometimes. I’ve been told by a few women that I-, I fall too fast and love too hard. I never thought that would be a bad thing but, um, here I am still single and my forties just around the corner, so I don’t know.” He looked somber and down casted, like his heart had been stomped on by too many stilettos who either used him for his body or his money.

Your heart couldn’t take the way he looked at you, you knew you had developed strong feelings for him, but you didn’t know how to express it until now.

“Benny,” you started again, leaning into his touch. “I’m sorry you’ve had such a negative reaction to your big heart so far. I want you to know that I don’t feel that way about you, I love people that love hard, and I really really appreciate what you said about me as well. I just, I just want you to know that, even though it’s early, I’m really falling for you.”

His eyes darted up to yours and a faint smile grew on his face, “Really? You mean that?”

Nodding you replied, “Yeah Benny, I do. I know we have quite a big age difference and that could cause some issues but I, I don’t know I feel like we fit together like a couple of puzzle pieces. You know?”

Benny’s head bobbed faster than you knew possible, “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.” He chuckled to himself and took a step back, “Huh, sorry I just. I didn’t think this was how today was gonna go. I was hoping you’d be impressed by the event, but I really didn’t think we’d have this conversation.” He looked relieved, like a dozen bricks had been removed from atop his chest.

"Well, I was impressed by the event but honestly you’re the part I’m the most excited about.”

His smile grew once more and he stepped in, taking you in his arms and squeezing you tightly. He pulled apart just enough to pull his hand up and hold your chin, guiding your mouth to his. He enveloped you with a passionate kiss that made your head spin. He held you tightly as you granted his tongue access to your mouth. You licked into his and felt your heartbeat begin to race. You could feel his growing cock hard against your hip, his hands slipped down to your bare thighs, and he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He stepped towards the couch in corner of the room and sat himself down with you on top, thighs spread on either side of him. It was all tongues and teeth as you grinded lightly on his length through his dress pants. His hands glided on your back and tugged at the top of your dress. You pulled at his tie to get his body closer to you, warming your chest.

With puffy lips you finally break the kiss and pant, leaning your head on his. “We should um-, we should probably stop. I don’t think this room is entirely private.”

Benny groaned, “Yeah, don’t need to scare a server.” He said, before holding your face and placing one final kiss on your pursed lips.

He helped you climb off of him, adjusting himself in his pants as he stood. You took his hand and led him back to the food table. He immediately started filling his plate with the hordes of expensive fruits and pastries available.

You grinned to yourself. He caught your eye and asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing just, I like how much you eat. I really like to cook for people with big appetites because then I get to really go crazy and not just make a salad or whatever.” You said casually, watching his smile grow as you spoke.

“You cook?” he asked, eyebrows perked.

You nodded in response and began to collect yourself a plate.

Benny bit his lip and looked you up and down, “Well, damn Bunny, I love a woman who can cook. Because yes you are right, I do love to eat. I have to with the amount of exercise I do. What’s your favourite thing to make?”

You hummed for a moment, “I love South American food. I find it very wholesome and filling. I also love spice, so I get to play around with it quite a bit with those dishes.”

Benny clasped his hand over his chest, “A woman after my own heart. I was stationed in South America a lot, so I absolutely love the food. Also, my buddies Fish and Pope are both from down there, so they cooked for us all the time in the service.”

You pulled your eyebrows together, “Fish and Pope?” You asked with a chuckle.

He rolled his eyes at himself, “Sorry, military nicknames. I don’t think I’ve talked to you about them like that.”

You rounded him and leaned against his back, placing an arm on top of his shoulder, “It’s okay,” You said before stretching up on your heels and placing a chaste kiss to his cheek, “We’ve got the time.”

Benny's head followed yours, “We’ve got the time.”

Later in the evening, you found yourself back in Bennys car and awaiting your arrival at his home outside of the city. You were travelling down country roads, mansions laden atop rolling hills. You waited eagerly to discover where Benny called home and to see how he would turn that space into his perfect oasis.

“This is me.” Benny stated, as he began to pull into a long lane way.

The lane way was in the middle of two generous pastures. There was a large white cottage style house at the end of the drive with a spacious garage and a barn to the left of it.

“Do you have horses?” You asked upon analyzing the property.

He grinned, “Yeah, I do. I’ve always loved horses, wanted to be a cowboy growing up. Maybe we can do riding in the morning.”

You beamed with excitement, “Only if you wear a cowboy hat.” You winked.

Benny looked at you and smirked, “Bunny, I’ll wear assless chaps if you want me to.”

You laughed and swatted his arm playfully.

The car pulled to a stop inside the large garage, you spotted a large vintage pickup truck on the other side of the garage before you and Benny entered the house. It was obviously large but not oversized for a single guy. Each room featured a very masculine energy. From the large leather couches to the log cabin style walls in the living room to the vintage boxing posters on the walls in the hallway. It was very Benny, wholesome and classic.

Benny approached the bar that lined one side of the dining room. It had stones cascading down the wall with an oak wood finished bar top and black leather bar stools. Behind the bar looked like something out of a real restaurant, every liquor and wine type you could imagine perfectly coordinated. You noticed how neat and tidy the house was compared to the disarray that you normally were presented with when you would go to a college boys’ house. They typically decorated with beer flags and stolen mugs from chain restaurants.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked, as he took off his jacket. He slung it over the edge of the bar and then pulled at his tie. Upon freeing himself from the restraint around his neck he popped a few buttons open at the top of his shirt and started rolling his crisp white sleeves up his muscular arms. Veins flexing with each movement of his tan skin which made your mouth water.

Remembering your rule of not being drunk tonight, you replied. “No, actually it’s been a long day I’d love to just go to bed.”

Benny’s head whipped around and caught your devious smirk on your face, “Oh really?” he asked.

You nodded, biting your lip. He rounded the bar and wrapped his arms around your waist, “Should we, pick up where we left off at the Derby?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck you perked up on the toes of your heels, “I’d love that.” You said, planting a loving kiss onto his lips. His head followed you slightly as you pulled away and smiled.

“Well then, right this way.”

Benny took your hand and led you through the house to the bedrooms. It looked like he had three guests’ bedrooms that you noticed while he sped you through the halls. You approached the room at the end of the hall that had two doors, Benny grabbed the black handle of one of them and swung it open.

You stepped across the threshold and looked around the large bedroom. It had a king-sized bed in the middle of the wall with a navy comforter and brown finished bed frame. The walls had no paintings or art of any kind, only photographs of what you can assume are family and friends, as well as a bunch of his army friends. It was so Benny, keeping his loved ones as close to him as he could.

Noticing a framed picture of 4 guys all dressed in army gear on his dresser you stopped, picking it up and analyzing it. Benny looked so handsome in his younger years, though he hadn’t changed much. You noticed the blonde man on the right side, Benny had told you all about his brother Will and how they served together. You spun in your spot and looked up; to realize Benny had just been watching you enjoy his room the whole time.

Looking down at the photo again you commented, “I can see the resemblance between you and you brother.”

He took a few steps towards you, craning his neck to look down at the photo as well. “Yeah, heard that before.” He chuckled, “That one beside him is Santiago, who I called Pope, and then that one is Frankie, or Fish, that I visited this week.”

“Are they all in relationships like Frankie?” you ask.

Benny shook his head, “I don’t really know what’s going on with Pope, not sure he’ll ever settle down, maybe for the right girl but he hasn’t met her yet. And then, Will was telling me when he was down about a girl, he met at a coffee shop that was going well, so I guess we’ll see how that goes.”

You nodded, “Do you guys keep in touch well?”

“Oh yeah, we don’t see each other a lot but I talk to each of them, once a week at least.” He said, as a smile grew on his face.

“That’s really nice.” You say, gazing into his dreamy eyes.

Benny hummed and popped the picture out of your hands, “Speaking of nice,” he started, placing the frame back on the dresser, “I have the nicest comforter you have ever seen.” He jokes, taking your hands and leading you to his bed. You followed happily, a beaming smile radiating on your face.

He slowly turns you and has you sit on the edge of the bed. Dropping to one knee, he removes your shoes and lays languid kisses up your leg. Your head falls back from relaxation and a soft moan leaves your lips as his fingertips trail up your legs to your hips under your dress. All the while his mouth and tongue dancing on your inner thigh.

He hums, “Bunny you have no idea how much I’ve thought about that night we spent together. I could hardly wait until tonight. This week was torture thinking about you underneath me.”

His words pulled a pin from your chest, and you bit your lip, unsure how he would react to your truth from that night. You brought your head to your chest and peered down at him, still peppering kisses to your legs and inching up your skirt with lust-fueled eyes. “Um, Benny? I have a confession to make.”

Benny perks up on his spot on the floor, caressing your thigh. “What is it?” he asks, his face growing with concern.

“I, - I was a lot more drunk than I thought I was that night, and so I uh, I don’t actually remember all of it. I’m so sorry.” You say, hoping he could see your regret in your eyes of how you missed out on such a special night.

Eyebrows furrowed; Benny’s face turns further down the worried path. “Oh, I’m really sorry I didn’t realize you were that far gone that night. I shouldn’t have gone home with you; I feel like I completely took advantage of you.” He pulled his other knee down and sat back on his haunches, hands on his knees and chewing the inside of his cheek.

You immediately sunk to the floor with him and held his face in your hands. Speaking softly, you assured him “No, no Benny please, - please don’t feel like that. I don’t regret it one bit. The only thing I regret is missing out on what sounds like a really nice night.”

His gaze was brought back to yours, eyes softening. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes Benny please I wanted it that night and I want it tonight. I promise.”

Nodding, he brings his hands to your waist and leans in to kiss your worried lips.

He perked up and smiled to you, “It really was a good night.”

“Sounds like it, I wish I knew what happened.” You replied softly.

Benny ran his hands up and down your arms slowly, sending a shiver up your spine. “Want me to show you?”

“Show me what?” You asked.

“What happened that night.” He said with a wink and his thin smile grew.

You matched his smirk and nodded.

Benny took your hand and helped you up off the ground with him, guiding you to the bed. You sat on it and scooted backward as he crawled atop you, caging you in underneath his thick thighs.

“First, you were pretty eager at getting my shirt off, said something about how sexy my chest was, so I guess we’ll start with that.” He said with a wink.

You bit your lip and lifted your body off the bed as you reached for his shirt. Nothing but deep breaths could be heard as you slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his dress pants. You glide the fabric off his shoulders, and he reaches his arms back to pull at the sleeves and remove his hands from the cuffs. Tossing it aside he leans back a bit as you admire his body. Your hand glides down his plush chest and the familiar dark treasure trail you had a faint memory of resting on his chiseled abs.

A deep exhale comes from your nose as your eyes trail up and down his body, finally meeting his gaze, “What happened next?” You ask.

He grins, “I took off all your clothes.”

“Well, by all means.” You reply with a sly look on your face.

Benny leans forward and reaches behind you to clasp the zipper on your dress, gliding it down as he rests his face just inches from yours, intensifying his gaze. He brings his hands up to the shoulders of your dress and begins pulling it down, your bare breasts springing free from the material and Benny tries to suppress a primal groan at the sight. You lift your hips so he can pull the rest of the dress off your body and watch as it’s thrown to the side.

He hummed, “Now it’s time for one of my favourite parts of that night.” He said leaning forward, causing you to press your shoulders back into the bed.

“And what pray tell is that?”

“You’ll see.” He winks before slotting his mouth onto yours, pulling a soft moan from your throat. His lips soon break from yours and trail down your neck, sucking softly at the sensitive skin. He continued teasing down your collarbone to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking. Your back lifted off the bed as you tried to find friction for your aching core, begging for stimulation.

His rough hands glided down your body with his tongue, squeezing you tightly and pulling devastating moans out of you before reaching your panties. With a quick pull of his hands your panties were discarded somewhere in the room with the rest of the clothes.

For as big and rowdy as Benny seems, he is so delicate as he licks an agonizing stripe up your folds. A moan pulls from your throat, and you can feel a smirk dance across his face. His tongue moves in slow motion on your clit with soft flicks, before sinking deeper into your opening. He dips his tongue as far as it can go as his nose presses up into your clit, causing an unbearable sensation that has the knot in your stomach twisting and turning.

Benny continued his assault on your tender core as your hands flew to his hair, taking it tightly in your fingers, he let out a groan that vibrated into you. As he sucked firmly on your sensitive mound your orgasm flushed into you, arching your back and pressing into his face as he let you ride out your high on his tongue. Your pussy puffing out and enticing his tongue to keep going. He sinks two thicks fingers into your pussy for you to squeeze on and the stretch builds the pleasure even more. He finally pulls his fingers out with a flick and licks a final stripe up you to your belly button and offers you a smug grin as you pant, trying to calm yourself down.

You rest your wrist on your forehead, “Fuck, was that as good last time because I can’t believe I would forget something like that.”

He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and crawled up your naked body grinning. You took his face in your hands and pulled him in for a tongue filled kiss, tasting your arousal on his lips.

“So, what’s next cowboy?” you ask.

Benny grins and looks away shyly, biting his lip. “Uh, huh- well I mean we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Your eyes widened, “What? We did I do?”

“You sucked my dick so,- yeah.” He chuckled, “But like I said you don’t need to if you don’t want to.”

“Don’t want to? Benny,” you say forcing his gaze to meet yours. “It would make me the happiest woman in the world, to suck your cock.” You giggle as he nods against your head.

You push him off yourself and onto his back, unbuckling his belt and pulling his dress pants down with his socks. You crawl back up and grab the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers, pulling them down as well as Benny arched up slightly. His cock sprang free, and your mouth went dry at the sheer girth of his length. You cannot believe you ever forgot a cock as good looking as his.

Your hands slid up his thick hairy thighs as you watched him through your lashes. His flexed arms crossed behind his head, looking at your lustful desire.

Taking his hard manhood in your hand, you lick a stripe from bottom to top and he elicits a moan as the sensation. You grin, before taking the rest of it deep down your throat, working what you can’t take in with your hand. Flicking your tongue back and forth, you peer up at Benny and see him squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip to keep the inevitable moans at bay. After working him for a while you drive his cock deep into your throat until you gag and then hold it there momentarily, earning yourself a “Fuck baby” from Benny.

Popping him out of your mouth and placing one last kiss to his red tip, you climb up his body with your legs on either side. He meets you with a smile and a loving kiss.

“Oh I’m-,”

“On birth control and clean. I know baby, we covered that last time.” He said with a wink.

You smile, reaching your hand down between the two of you, taking his length in your hand again and lining it up with your entrance. Slowly, you slide down on him, your head falling back at the stretch and burning feeling. It felt too good to stop though, so you pressed on until you were sat down on his pelvis. You braced your hands on his chest, and he pulled your hips as his head rolled.

“Fuck Bunny, you feel even better than I remember. Such a tight fucking pussy for me.” He said through gritted teeth as you started rocking back and forth, rubbing your clit on his pubic hair.

“You feel so amazing Benny, biggest I’ve ever had, holy fuck.” You say, squinting your eyes as the feeling from your clit starts to build again.

Benny chuckles, “You said that last time too.”

You smile at him and speed up your pace, revealing in how his girth fills you up more than any other guy or toy ever has. Your pace starts to get sloppy as your orgasm nears, crying his name as it sweeps over you. You come to a halt and lean on Bennys chest to brace yourself as the pleasure erupts inside you. Benny takes a firmer holder of your hips and begins thrusting into you from below, stretching out the intense feeling of your orgasm.

Finally coming down you breathe deeply, before releasing Benny has brought his back up from the bed and was taking you in his arms and flipping you over onto your back.

Now above you, he takes your leg and throws it onto his shoulder before thrusting back into you. His thrust are hard and fast, hitting that amazing spot deep inside you that has you teetering between intense pleasure and pain. The tension building again just from the pure force and stretch of him.

He bites his lip and looks down between the two of you, “You look so fucking good taking my cock baby. You’re so fucking beautiful you know that right? Can’t believe how much of a lucky son of a bitch I am to be here with you right now.”

“Ugh Benny-, fuck I’m so happy to be here too.” You manage to stutter out as your eyes slowly roll inside your head.

Suddenly Benny comes to a stop and spills himself inside your core. The swelling he achieves when he comes sends you over the edge into another harrowing high. You try to keep your eyes open as you squeeze his leaking cock with your walls, taking in the sight of his face tensing up and grinning, shaking his head slightly as he tries to get through his high.

Panting deeply, he pulls out of you and sits back on his haunches. “Whew.” he says, wiping his hand on his face. “That uh-, fuck that was the best by far. Like ever.”

“Yeah, me too.” You say grinning back at him.

“I’ll be right back.” he says, peeling himself off the bed and disappearing into the ensuite. He returned with a washcloth and began wiping you down, bringing you back your panties so you can pull them on once you’re clean.

You pull your tired body into his bed, pulling the comforter tight to your neck.

Benny slides in beside you, bringing his strong arms around you and pulling you tight into his chest. Taking a deep breath he says, “Everything I said today was true, just wanted to make sure you knew that.”

Smiling into his soft skin you reply, “I can tell, this comforter really is as nice as you said it was.”

You felt his body shake with a chuckle and he squeezes you tighter, “Alright Bunny, let’s get some sleep. Got lots to show you tomorrow.”

The sun shone in the sky across the pasture. The entire property was calm, save for the horses trotting about. You and Benny had been riding around one of the pastures lining the laneway for hours already, talking and laughing to one another, leaning over to steal kisses.

Benny wore the cowboy hat like he promised, with brown boots, distressed jeans and a tight black t-shirt stretched over his firm chest. You gazed at him, still not comprehending how stunningly handsome he was.

Lost in thought, Benny trotted up beside you on his horse. “What’s up Bunny? You look like how you looked in the restaurant on our first date.”

You nodded, “I’m fine just-, I don’t know this is so perfect. This place, this day, you.” You say offering him a smile, “It just sucks thinking of all those boring corporate job interviews I have this week. That I’ll be spending all summer working from dawn to dusk getting people coffee and making photocopies instead of doing what I want to do which is, spend it with you.” You say shyly.

He smiles and nods, “Well, I was planning on taking some time off this summer actually. Doing some travelling, which mans I won’t really be around much.”

You nod, understanding, you had only been together for a month and are just now becoming serious. It makes sense he had vacations for the summer.

“So, since you don’t want to be in an office all day, and I don’t want to go all summer with you. I guess you should just come with me.” He says with a devilish grin.

The statement even surprised your horse, as it stirs slightly. You fumble with the reins to bring it back to your place beside him. “Um, what do you mean come with you?”

“Come with me, on my trips this summer. I was planning on going back to Europe, seeing the tourist parts of it and not the dark military side that I only got to see while over there. You should come with me; it’ll be an adventure.” He had the biggest smile of his face like he’d never been surer of anything before in his life.

Your breath hitched as you tried to take in the idea, “But I, I really don’t have money for that, and the summer jobs help me pay for my regular expenses during the school year.”

He shakes his head, “Bunny, look around you.” He says, spreading his arms wide as your eyes scan over the multi-million-dollar estate you currently sat upon. “You don’t need money, or a job with me. If you want to stay in school and work that’s totally up to you. But at least for the summer, I’ve got every bill, every takeout order, every plane ticket and every resort taken care of. And then in the school year I’ll take care of that too, okay? Please, I have all this damn money and no one to spoil but the fucking horses.”

You smile, patting your horse on the neck, “They do look pretty spoiled don’t they.” You say, taking everything he said to heart.

He chuckles, “Yeah, can’t help it they’re too cute.”

“Um-,” You start to say, fully thinking of the implications of this decision and the fact you would now be in a truly serious relationship with this man. This perfect, perfect man. “Alright, Benny. Fuck it, let’s do it. Cowboy, take me away.” You say, throwing your hands in the air with defeat.

He cheers and claps his hands, earning himself a huff from his horse as he scrambles to calm it back down. You laugh as you watch him get the horse down and pull over to you. Leaning in and placing a kiss to your lips. You smile against his as his scruffy mustache prickles your skin.

“Got all the time in the world, to show you the world, Bunny.” He smiles at you.

Biting your lip you reply, “I guess it’s a good thing you had the time to take on my boxing lessons huh?”

Shaking his head, “Honestly, I didn’t.” You looked at him confused, “I saw your name on the list and offered to take you while Carlos was gone. I had a fully packed roster though, had to give one client away.”

Blinking rapidly, you ask, “You said they transferred.”

“Nah, just thought he was a prick and wanted to get to know you. Was sick of staring at you from the other side of the gym all that time.” He chuckles embarrassingly.

Your mouth gapped, “You were staring at me? I was staring at you!”

“Fuck really? How did I not notice?” he asks rubbing his hand on his chin.

You shook your head, “Guess we were just looking at different times huh?”

“I guess so.” He laughs. “Oh well, I’ve got you now and that’s all that matters.”

Smiling and taking his hand you reply, “Damn right, now we get to make up for spare time.” Benny kisses your hand and his blue eyes gaze lovingly at you. Shining brightly in the Kentucky sunlight. Your breath hitches as you think of spending the summer travelling the world with him. Eating the most amazing foods with him. Going to the most amazing stores with him. Seeing the most amazing sights with him. And most importantly, building the most amazing life with him.

Previous chapter

@rmwarn90 @meveispunk

[fwoosheye]

Bunny from @linked-maze in a Mermaid/Zora form!

I've enjoyed drawing different kinds of berbuns since I first got inspiration for it, and I've wanted to draw one for LM Bunny for quite a while but I couldn't figure out how to make it distinctly Linked Maze you know. Then, on their discord server, there popped up a pretty entertaining discussion about what would happen if Bunny were to use Time's Zora Mask. And as the LM Zoras have a very unique delightful otter-based design I decided to incorporate that a bit more than merely making another bunny-seal hybrid. It was a fun project!

[frokenkeke]

Making of Ashes to Ashley

Recently I posted my comic Ashes to Ashley, and got such a tremendously kind and loving response that I felt like sharing a little bit more about where it came from.

The story is about a transgender awakening, where the quiet and somber Ash explodes out of the closet as the loud and colorful Ashley. This was always the plan, however the details changed along the way. Quite quickly I realized that I was writing about myself and my own trans journey. I never played in a band and I don't imagine I'll ever grow bunny ears (sadly), but still Ashley is undoubtedly a reflection of myself. I just allowed life to become a stage and gender performance a rock concert.

Above are the first idea doodles I drew late at night in early April. I quite enjoyed giving Ashley lipstick and prominent eye shadow, since I hadn't ever done a character like that before. The idea was a bit of exaggerated femininity that accidentally becomes raw punk expression. One or two people have pointed out the Um Jammer Lammy similarities, and they are absolutely not coincidental. Initially I imagined Ashley would've been more reluctant about her transformation, which is why she looks a bit more annoyed in some of my sketches, but the story became more bright and funny if it was made immediately clear that this all happens off of her own volition.

Some method and color tests. My girlfriend suggested I instead go a lot more raw with it, which is why I ended up adamantly using an ugly sponge brush built into Photoshop. Sapphic Disaster are some form of punk-shoegaze band, so combining rough pencil linework with crunchy texture coloring felt like a fitting visual representation of them. This also side-stepped the biggest problems I've always had with drawing comics – dealing with inking is a boring waste of time, and working digitally always makes me fixate on perfection. By just using pencil on paper I had to stick with whatever errors couldn't be saved by a regular eraser, in fact I dedicated myself to only using an old worn down Bic mechanical pencil and embraced the idea that the comic would consistently look a bit off and amateurish. Of course I allowed myself the luxury of cleaning up my drawings digitally before coloring, but that can only take you so far. This way of working helped me make fast progress and kept each step engaging, I've never had as much fun drawing a comic as I had with Ashes to Ashley.

Here's a before and after from initial scan to finished panel. I often only tidy up around focal points like faces or hands, and allow the rest to remain as it is, usually parts like the legs or Ashley's ears.

Character references and my initial color picks, they went through small changes as I went along. I liked giving all the band members different sorts of rabbit ears to make them all look distinct from each other.

Here's some ideas for the Sapphic Disaster band logo and the comic's color palette, notice how Ashley is more vibrant than Ash.

While working I filled up numerous papers with doodles trying to workshop panels and layouts. It's too much to show all of them here, so I composed a few collages of my favorites.

It was pivotal for me that Ash would always look painfully cute. The sketch of the table scene with Floyd shows a rare out-of-character confident and laid-back Ash. In the presence of Floyd?! Never!

I was very concerned about the reader recognizing the old Ash when first seeing Ashley. She may be all excited about being a girl, but her nervous cluelessness remains. I ended up going back and redrawing two panels in Ashley's introduction to strengthen this impression.

For those not in the know, shoegaze is a rock subgenre that centers around noisey guitar textures, typically achieved through heavy use of effect pedals at the musicians feet; hence the name. When Ashley plays her guitar she produces a cacophony of strange sounds, the reader will have to imagine what they actually sound like, but I always imagined their opening number "I Wanna Be a Girl" to sound like a couple of amateurs trying to recreate Lush's Blackout.

The page where the band go around looking for Ashley while she's receiving her makeover was shoehorned in at a later stage for pacing purposes. That's why Gabriel is suddenly back to pulling cords after previously claiming they're all set, oops!

One of the core rules to this story is that everyone is always overly supportive of Ashley's transition no matter what. This is what makes the otherwise stern and serious Floyd especially funny, my girlfriend was pivotal in sprucing up his dialogue, adding bits like "have you seen the health care waiting lists?, "I know an endocrinologist who owes me a favor or two" and "give me 35% more danger"

Towards the end I discovered that Ashley and Debbie dancing was apparently the most important panel in the entire comic, judging by how much I tried to perfect it. (For the record, my favorite panel is when Ashley screams into the microphone that she wants to be a girl.) Maybe Ashley and Debbie dancing should've replaced the final full-page panel? Well, we got a lot of cute doodles out of it regardless. Just kiss already!

Initially I imagined Ashley to be standing alone in the "could this be the real me" final panel, but I realized her odd family of friends was equally a part of the real her. She was always right where she needed to be, she just needed to find herself within that place. (I ended up giving Ashley a cigarette because otherwise it looked like she was praying.)

Here are some ideas for the cover illustration, of course in 1:1 format to look like an album cover. Up until last minute I planned for the comic to have You Made Me Realize as its subtitle to distinguish it from eventual follow-ups, which is why the You Made Me Realize EP cover art is paraphrased in the top-middle. I ended up just going with Ashes to Ashley to keep it clean and simple. The title Ashes to Ashley was blurted out immediately by my girlfriend when I first showed her my concepts for the story. It's perfect, she's perfect.

I drew two Ashes and two Ashleys for the cover art and let my fingers smudge all over the latter. While most obviously riffing on the cover for My Bloody Valentine's Loveless, it's equally taking from the Ecstasy of Saint Theresa's Pigment.

And there you have it.

However I never intended this to be the full extent of Ashley's story, just a satisfying and complete end of a chapter. I've already finished writing the next story, Today Forever, and I hope I can get it out to you all soon enough. Your love for Ashley keeps me going.

/Kiki

[amoebaforce]

May I please request some NSFW MaleViera!WoL/G'raha? I always wonder if the different ears and animal traits are more similar or different. I also always wonder if G'raha's more cunning and dominant Exarch side ever comes out in the bedroom 🤔

Ohhh now there's a thought, anon. I'm typically a sub-G'raha truther, but I could also see him as an oh-so-soft dom. Enjoy <3

pairing: G'raha Tia x MaleViera!WoL tags: NSFW, anal sex, fingering, penetration, spit as lube, G'raha as a dom top

The Warrior isn’t sure how he got here. One minute, he and G’raha were on the couch, innocently comparing ears and noses. The next, he’s pressed flat on his own mattress, knees to his chest, while the grinning Miqo’te’s fingers flex around the backs of his thighs. The Warrior blushes furiously, and G’raha can’t help but chuckle.

“Look at you,” he hums. “You’re so pretty like this.”

They’re still fully clothed, but his gaze makes the Warrior feel utterly naked. And hearing this beautiful Miqo’te call him pretty? Well, that’s enough to make the adventurer whimper. The sound only emboldens G’raha more. He rolls his hips against the Warrior’s, gripping the man’s thighs a little harder as the friction pulls a groan from both their throats.

“Raha,” the Warrior pants, “please, don’t tease me so.”

At the sound of his name, G’raha’s ears give a pleasured twitch. “Why shouldn’t I, when you make such cute noises when you’re being teased?”

The Viera squirms and starts to complain, but his words go quiet with another drag of G’raha’s hips. Even through their trousers, he can feel his lover’s building excitement, and the feeling makes his own length throb with anticipation.

As if reading his mind, G’raha reaches down to unbuckle the Warrior’s belt. A rustle of cloth and shuffle of leather, and the two are finally skin-to-skin, drinking each other in with their eyes. G’raha traces a finger down the Viera’s chest, along the contours of muscle and scars. He stops just below his lover’s navel.

The Viera moans his name again, ears falling flat against his skull, and G’raha shivers at the need in his voice.

“Tell me what you want,” the Miqo’te urges.

The Warrior meets his gaze. Gods, those eyes are almost sparkling in this low light, his narrow pupils wide as they’ll go. He gulps.

“Touch me,” the adventurer says.

G’raha’s expression morphs into something wicked. Quick as a flash, he lifts a palm and snaps it across the Warrior’s ass, just hard enough to sting. His lover gasps, but his body goes utterly still… just like a bunny caught in a trap. 

How delicious, G’raha thinks.

“Manners, darling,” he says aloud.

His tone is patient, even kind, but he’s not asking. He’s demanding. Commanding, in that strangely diplomatic way of his. The Warrior’s blood boils in his veins; he bucks his hips helplessly against G’raha’s vice-tight grasp. 

“Please,” the Viera whines. “Please touch me, Raha. I can’t take–”

And that’s all he needed to say. G’raha wraps his palm around the Warrior’s cock and squeezes, and a tempest of pleasure washes his words far, far away. The Miqo’te’s hand is soft, deliriously warm, as its touch sends jitters up and down the Warrior’s spine. G’raha works him slow but firm, relishing each little noise he pries from his body. 

G’raha rolls his thumb over his lover’s cockhead. Watches those dreamy eyes of his roll and flutter closed. Oh, the sight alone makes G’raha want to growl. It makes him want to bare his teeth and bury himself between the Viera’s legs. And he will — but he has to take his time. 

So, he brings his free hand to his mouth and swirls his tongue around a finger. When he rubs its spit-covered pad along the Warrior’s bare entrance, the Viera shudders all over, moaning G’raha’s name again.

“That’s it, darling,” G’raha tells him, feeling the resistance melt. He draws a circle, then pushes his fingertip inside. “Tell me how good it feels.”

White-hot desire hammers through the Warrior. He lets out a desperate sound, core flexing, knees trembling. There’s a part of him, wanton and primal, that yearns to obey — to oblige the panting predator he’s pinned beneath. But how can he? Between the grip on his cock and the intrusion far lower, he can barely form a single syllable on his tongue, let alone a coherent thought. The Warrior’s brow crumples with effort, but G’raha just grins, slipping deeper with a few drawn-out pumps of his hand.

The truth is, he doesn’t need the Warrior’s words. His broken moans are more than enough… but damn if it isn’t fun to watch the Viera strain himself.

“What’s wrong, baby?” G’raha teases. “Cat got your tongue?”

The Warrior laughs. It’s a lofty sound, almost like he’s drunk. “Somethin’ like that,” he murmurs.

Chuckles and groans blend together as G’raha adds another finger, and their chorus drifts out through the open window, onto the veranda beyond. A breeze rushes inward, icy-cool against the Warrior’s superheated skin. Tears prickle in the corners of his eyes as his body stretches to accommodate a third slickened digit.

“Raha,” he pleads, shaking from eartips to heels. “Raha, please, please.”

“Please what?” G’raha curls his fingers, and the Warrior wails as pleasure edges on pain.

His answer is nearly a weep. “Please fuck me. Need you. Please.”

G’raha chuckles, and through his watery eyes, the Warrior watches his lover’s smile sparkle. 

“There’s my good boy,” he says.

His fingers disappear, but before the Warrior can complain, something hot and wet prods his entrance instead.

“Here,” G’raha coos, smoothing a strand of hair off his lover’s forehead, “take what you deserve.”

And then, with a gentle flex of his hips, G’raha sinks inside. Even with all his ministrations, the fit is tight. Both men hiss; their bodies throb in unison. The Miqo’te’s tail flicks noisily against the mattress.

Yet, that moment of stillness is brief — G’raha watches the Warrior’s cock pulse against his stomach, arousal beading on the tip, and his patience finally snaps. A growl ripples behind his gritted teeth as he presses the Warrior’s knees even tighter to his chest and sets an ardent pace.

Suddenly, the room echoes with the slap of skin and the lewd squish of sex. The Warrior arches into the pillows and wails, grasping G’raha’s wrists to anchor his mind within his roiling flesh. He can’t do much else at the moment. Sanguine scents tangle in his nostrils, and each time his lover bottoms out within him, his mind goes even mistier. A coil winds itself tight in the pit of the Warrior’s stomach.

“Oh, baby,” he whimpers. “I’m gonna… Gonna… Oh, Raha–”

His voice warbles into a quivering cry. His knuckles go white, a vein pulses in his neck, and the coil snaps in two. Hot come splatters across the Warrior’s chest as his orgasm crashes down over him. G’raha utters a guttural groan.

Praise pours honey-sweet from his lips. ���Yes, yes — come for me. That’s it. You’re so good for me… Gods, you’re so tight.”

G’raha’s chest heaves, pace beginning to stutter as he chases his own peak. The Viera beneath him shivers around his cock, whimpering, and with that haze in his eyes, he looks something like an angel.

But no angel ever smiled like this one. The twitch of the Warrior’s lips is heady, imploring… and the string of saliva draped between them? Downright obscene. G’raha swears under his breath.

“You ready?” he asks, voice low. “You want this?”

The Warrior bobs his chin, brow knitting with desire. “Give it to me, baby. Please.”

G’raha plants a kiss on the inside of his lover’s knee, never breaking the searing lock of their gazes. “Here you go, angel.”

His jaw opens, and that kiss becomes a bite to the back of the thigh. Their bodies collide once, twice, before G’raha unravels at the seams. His climax comes in waves — his vision goes white, and his stomach curls taut as he releases deep within the mewling Warrior.

When it’s over, he crumples, still consumed by his lover’s body. Silence falls like the curtain of night, punctuated only by nocturnal birdsong and the couple’s air-starved gasps. G’raha rests his forehead on the Warrior’s. Their noses brush together, feather-soft.

The Viera giggles. “Angel, huh?”

G’raha’s face goes pink, abruptly drained of that intoxicating authority, and the Warrior giggles as his lover fumbles for an answer. He doesn’t press — he has no need for words now. Neither of them do. The Warrior simply captures the speechless Miqo’te into a languid kiss, letting their bodies meld until there are no more differences to compare.

[sparklings-husband]

🌡️⛈️🎂 !!!!

THANK YOU FOR THE ASKS @heartmatic @ghost--girlfriend @seaside-lovers @selfshipie @ramtio @a-silly-bunny this will be really long because i got every emoji so i'll put all the answers under the cut ^ ^ all of these are for me and sparkling also since i liek him

ask game here

🛌 - do you and your f/o sleep in the same bed? if you do, do you have a favorite and least favorite thing about sleeping together?

yas me and spark sleep together every night ^_^ our bed is not that big so we must cuddle.. my fave thing is probably being able to just be close and warm with him cuz he's soft <3 least favorite thing though is not having a lot of space.. i love snuggle but i also like having my own space so RARRR. its ok though :)

💐 - do you have a garden? what does it look like? do you instead keep flowers in your home? what kind?

we don't have an actual garden, but we do have a few strawberry potted plants that i started growing earlier this year. i am hoping so hard that they don't die because I've put soo much effort into growing them >_< we had like 5 other plants and i did so much for them but they all died anyway </3

🪺 - what does your dream back/front yard look like?

hmmhmgm honestly not sure cause I've never had a yard, maybe something with flowers. because me and spark like flowers.. very pretty nice

⛈️ - what do you do when there's bad storms? is there anything you do to comfort each other? or maybe you like to watch the storms?

neither of us are afraid of storms so we just enjoy watching them, or we snuggle together and wait for it to pass

🧭 - what's your ideal travel spot? if you could own a vacation home with your f/o, where would your home be?

not sure, i just like going anywhere with spark. if we had a vacation home maybe it could be like in the forest or somethign. forest is nice and pretty

🎂 - do you have any special birthday celebrations you partake in every year?

sparklings birthday is december 20th so it's coming up soon! we usually go out on a date to somewhere fun if possible, and every year i do something related to him. like for 2 years i made a drawing of him, or last year i made him a little cake and lit candles on it. i wanna make a cake this year again and put 7 candles since his release will be 7 years ago ^_^ yay celebration!!

🎇 - do you and your f/o have a favorite holiday to celebrate together? what is it? do you have different holidays you like celebrating?

probably new years ^_^ we spend it together every year and we get to dress up all fancy n dance :3 we watch fireworks together and celebrate the countdown, and then we kiss every year at 12 am. mwa. smooch. <3

🔑 - which one of you locks themselves out of the house more often?

MEEEE MEEEEEEEE i do. because I'm fail. and spark has to come get me

🛀 - do you and your f/o take baths together? do you have a favorite bath salt or soap to use when you do?

we don't really take baths that often, only rarely like once a year and we just add soap. it makes nice bubble. fun and silly

🌡️ - when you or your f/o gets sick, do you take care of each other? what do you do?

yas we take care of each other <3 if he's sick i make him comfy and get him medicine, cook for him, basically bring him anything he needs and if im sick he does similar and uses his healing abilities on me ueeueooeoe oeueeoe euueueeeo (sobbing this makes me happy)

☃️ - in the winter time, is there anything fun you two do together? make snowmen, snow angels, bake holiday treats?

yess we love baking or cooking together in the winter, we get all cozy since it's cold and watch movies or play video games with each other. it's so funs. tbh i never liked winter before, but i associate it with him now and enjoy it a bit more since i get to be all soft and spend time with sparky

🥧 - have you and your f/o tried to bake something together? how did it go? what did you make?

WE HAVE :3 i luv baking.. every year we bake cookies with cinnamon in the winter (/IGNORE THE FACT THAT WE'RE COOKIES) orrr other stuff like brownies or fruit pie. we made peach and strawberry pie earlier this year <3 the yummy <3

🃏 - if you and your f/o were to be snowed in for several days with no power, what would you two do to keep away boredom?

that would be rarrhrhr SCARY but we would find stuff to do. like play touys. he would show me how he makes drinks. i show him how to paint/draw and any other activities we can find Tbh i would enjoy spending time with him sm

🎬 - is there a go to movie that you and your f/o watch on a movie night? do they have a favorite? who picks the movies?

we don't have a specific fave one but i liek watching horror movies with him <3 and he likes watching holiday movies with me

🕯️ - do you keep candles in your home? what kinds of candles do you like? what kinds do your f/o like?

YES oh my gosh I am like a candle enthusiast. i own and like a lot of diff scented ones like gingerbread, cinnamon roll, vanilla, caramel, i have one called "sparkle and shine" i associate as THE sparkling scent. like it doesn't get any more sparklingcore than that. ALSO i think spark would like vanilla scented ones.. i would give him some of mine that he can keep at his bar :D i imagine that he would sometimes gift me different candles since i really like them

[superstarzolar]

FNAF Athazagora AU Missing Children References & Descriptions

(Note: i don’t understand the differences between nationality, ethnicity and race well!! so if the nationalities are incorrectly worded i’m sorry:o()

Name (Nicknames): Suzanne Park-Owens (Susie)

Age, DOB: 9, April 20th, 1976

Nationalities: Irish-American

Pronouns: She/Her

Date of Death: September 28th, 1985

Voice Claim: Baby Box (Gabby’s Dollhouse)

Personality Description: Susie is a sensitive, kind-hearted young girl who has an overwhelming soft spot for those she loves. This soft spot, however, allows her to be easily taken advantage of. It is hard for her to truly hate anybody, feeling sympathetic for most people.

Possesses: Chica Chicken, Funtime Foxy, Ennard/Molten Freddy

Name (Nicknames): Gabriel Stauffer (Gabe)

Age, DOB: 5, March 13th, 1980

Nationalities: African-American

Pronouns: He/Him

Date of Death: September 29th, 1985

Voice Claim: Dash (The Incredibles)

Personality Description: Gabe is a loving child with a heart of gold. He is described by his father as a “lion-child”, taking it upon himself to stand up for those around him (especially his friends) even if his pudgy, petite appearance isn’t intimidating in the slightest. Gabe is, however, very gullible and easily falls victim to lies and false promises if they involve his friends and/or family.

Possesses: Freddy Fazbear, Funtime Freddy, Ennard/Molten Freddy

Name (Nickname): Jeremy Roberto Doherty (Jerry)

Age, DOB: 14, December 10th, 1970

Nationalities: Ukrainian-American

Pronouns: He/They

Date of Death: September 29th, 1985

Voice Claim: Lloyd Garmadon (Ninjago)

Personality Description: Despite his eccentric clothing choices, Jeremy is a timid boy who prefers to stay in the background of things. They derive most, if not all, of his confidence from his friends, especially from their best friend (and would’ve-been younger brother) Gabriel. They make him feel strong, and he has a subconscious need to protect them.

Possesses: Bonnie Bunny, Funtime Freddy, Ennard/Molten Freddy

(Note: Jeremy would’ve been adopted by Gabriel’s family if they had survived. Sadly, both of them had died before that could happen).

Name (Nicknames): Francis Reynolds (Fritz)

Age, DOB: 9, July 29th, 1976

Nationalities: Canadian-American

Pronouns: He/Him

Date of Death: September 30th, 1985

Voice Claim: Lewis Robinson (Meet The Robinsons)

Personality Description: Fritz is, for the most part, an average boy. He enjoys drawing and making pictures of him and his friends together, especially so with his best friend, Andrew. Fritz is standoffish and a tad bit awkward, but is not socially adverse.

Possesses: Foxy the Pirate Fox, Funtime Foxy, Ennard/Molten Freddy

Name (Nicknames): Cassidy Coney (Cassie)

Age, DOB: 9, October 1st, 1976

Nationalities: Indian-American

Pronouns: They/Them

Date of Death: October 1st, 1985

Voice Claim: Vee Noceda (The Owl House)

Personality Description: Though selectively mute, Cassidy has no problem helping their friends when/if they need it. They are deeply empathetic and acts as a backbone to their friend group. Typically, Cassidy is a very passive, non-violent person; but, if somebody presents themselves as a threat to those they love, they will stop at nothing to raise hellfire on them.

Possesses: Golden Freddy/Fredbear, Funtime Freddy, Ennard/Molten Freddy

Name (Nicknames): Andrew Smith (Andie)

Age, DOB: 9, July 29th, 1976

Nationalities: Mexican-American

Pronouns: He/They

Date of Death: October 1st, 1985

Voice Claim: Ronno (Bambi)

Personality Description: Andrew is a soft-spoken and mild-mannered young boy. He prefers talking and grouping up with his friends, especially with his best friend Fritz. Andrew loves giving his friends gifts, which included paying for some of their things (such as food and tickets). Unfortunately, when faced with any form of danger, he instinctively shuts down and is of little use/help.

Possesses: Golden Freddy/Fredbear, Funtime Foxy, Ennard/Molten Freddy

elizabeth, sammy, charlie, and mikey will probably be next:o)

(edit: maybe if we all pretend that susie’s security bracelet is colored it will be)

[bittenbun]

Do all of your sonas have the same kinks that you have, or do they differ individually? And... what kinds of kink content would you draw of each them first (or would you want other people to draw)? Maybe give some top 3's, if you're interested?

I think they broadly share my interests (as far as in-art goes), but I could outline their personality and preferences a bit! (gonna get a little dirty with the descriptions, pardon)

Mauve (purple bun) leans a bit more self indulgent, they're not selfish lover by any means, they just pair nice with "use me" types (of any variety, smooth and sultry or desperate and needy) - I'm fine with this reversed from time to time! just rarely in the mood for that. key kinks/fixations include multiple orgasms, titfucking, sloppy oral, breeding. basic bunny, respectfully horndoggish. Paige (blue bun) leans more bottom-y but I also love giving her blue moon opportunities to top with that shy girl kinda energy. pairs nice with gentle but teasy types. I like her being flustered and more intense on the emotional side. main kinks and interests include paw fucking (giving/receiving), more feely/grabby foreplay, pillows (solo or w/ partner), and clothed sex (dry humping, pulled aside, half clothed, etc.) Anri (white dog) in general is hard to place; it's weird to say that "not submissive" is a better descriptor than "dominant" (she rarely likes to give up control, but enjoys light amounts of it in highly trusting situations) - she's more aloof and slightly disinterested in a kind of moody but down to earth way wrt sex. doesn't mean she doesn't like it! she gets pleasure out of it, but doesn't seek as much. when she is in the mood, and in the off chance she vibes with someone's personality enough (rare) I like to involver her in scenarios that include the use of toys, "distracted" sex, slow conversational sex, and (rarely) light use of restraints. that said, I think I'm more willing to let folks indulge w/ her if they're *super* into her and I trust 'em or vibe with their character + suggestion. I don't mind a little bit of doggy brained shenanigans even if it's a little out of character.