#i actually have no excuse for this one

[1425fivefive]

Oohh oscarmark omorashi maybe? 👀 (if you don’t mind! ☺️)

owen 💕!! oscar's a bunny hybrid in this, mark's a wolf hybrid, and there's piss. do with that information what you will (for the kink prompt asks)

Mark doesn’t really hear Oscar when Oscar says he needs to take a piss. Mark’s too distracted by the sight of Oscar on his hands and knees on Mark’s bed, putting his little puffball of a tail on display, perched right above his slick, pink hole, his flushed cunt.

Sometimes, when Mark looks at Oscar like this, his blushy skin, his ears floppy, the plump meat of his arse, Mark feels like nothing more than a shit cliché. The big bad wolf lusting after a nineteen-year-old bunny, too turned on to think every time he sees Oscar’s floppy ears, the baby fat on Oscar’s thighs and stomach, Oscar’s buck-toothed smile.

Mark can’t forget the unimpressed look Seb gave him when Mark told him he was becoming Oscar’s manager.

“Really, Mark?” Seb asked.

Mark flushed. “What? He’s fast.”

Seb just snorted, shaking his head. Seb didn’t have to say anything for Mark to know exactly what he was thinking.

“Shut up,” Mark snapped.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to,” Mark said, not even trying to hide his annoyance. “He’s a good kid, Seb.”

Seb blinked at him. Finally, Seb said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Oh, I bet he is.”

Mark wanted to throttle Seb, wanted to slap the pleased little smirk off Seb’s face.

But Mark didn’t do any of that, just muttered, “Fuck off,” and stalked off to the press pen, trying to ignore the sound of Seb’s mocking laugh.

The worst part about it all, Mark thinks, is that Seb was fucking right.

Mark had told everyone at the time that it didn’t matter that Oscar was a bunny hybrid and Mark was a wolf. That all that talk about predators and prey not being able to work together was outdated bullshit. Mark was a progressive bloke, he didn’t think prey were any different than predators.

But Mark knew from the start what he wanted out of Oscar, even if he didn’t let himself fully acknowledge it. That the reason he’d pushed so hard to sign Oscar wasn’t solely because he thought Oscar was going to take F1 by storm.

Mark had been good, though. He’d been so fucking good, hadn’t done anything until Oscar had gone into a surprise heat halfway through the season and wouldn’t calm down, wouldn’t stop begging and crying, moaning about how empty he felt, how much it hurt. Mark knotted him, fucked him through his heat, made Oscar fall apart over and over again on his cock, twitchy and blushy, letting out little squeaks of pleasure. It was like Oscar couldn’t stop coming once he started, like it was harder for him not to come, and it made Mark insane, realizing all the shit they said about bunnies was actually true.

But it was for Oscar, really. It was Oscar who needed it.

Mark knows, though, that the rest of it’s a bit harder to pin on Oscar.

Mark tries not to think about any of it as he knees his way onto the bed. It’s not hard to shove it all to one side, not when Mark’s already half-knotted, his cock thick and heavy, bobbing under its own weight.

Oscar gasps when Mark pushes into his cunt, ears pointing straight up, tail quivering, hands digging into the sheets.

“Fuck, Oscar,” Mark moans, tugging Oscar back on his cock, marveling at the sight of Oscar’s little arsehole winking up at him. “So wet.”

Oscar squeals at that, clenching around Mark’s cock. Oscar finally seems to cotton on to the fact that Mark’s half-knotted because he twists around with a panicked look on his face.

“Mark, don’t, I—fuck.” Oscar’s nose and ears twitch, everything about him frantic. “Don’t knot,” he begs, even as he fucks himself back on Mark’s cock, taking Mark deeper, Mark’s knot swelling inside him. “Don’t knot, please, I have to piss.”

Mark groans, his knot already starting to lock. “Too late for that, sweetheart,” Mark says, half-pitying, half-mocking.

Oscar’s eyes go wide and he lets out an alarmed squeak, tugging fruitlessly to try and free himself.

It hurts, painful around Mark’s swollen cock, and Oscar’s going to injure them both if he keeps that up. Mark yanks Oscar back, seating him fully on Mark’s knot. Oscar fights him but Mark winds an arm around Oscar’s chest, pulling him up, pulling him back until his thighs are spread over Mark’s, back pressed to Mark’s chest, hands scrabbling uselessly at the air.

“That’s it,” Mark says, grinding his knot deeper, burying himself in Oscar’s sweet cunt. “That’s it, good boy.”

“No,” Oscar gasps, even as his slick soaks Mark’s cock, even as his pussy flutters around Mark, even as he comes with a squeal when Mark presses two fingers to his clit, ears vibrating, nose twitching, pink mouth dropping open.

“That’s it,” Mark groans, coming deep inside Oscar, locking them fully together, knot expanding. He keeps his fingers pressed against Oscar’s clit, rubbing firmly even as Oscar tries to squirm away. “Come again, sweetheart, you’ll feel better.”

Oscar lets out an anguished sob but he tips his head back and buries his face against Mark’s neck, coming again with a breathy moan.

“Good boy,” Mark pants, eyes sliding shut as he spills a little more inside Oscar.

Oscar’s quiet for a few seconds and Mark thinks maybe the orgasms have calmed Oscar down. But he’s squirming again soon enough, whining and whimpering against Mark’s neck, letting out tragic little squeaks of pain.

Mark tries to soothe him, strokes his hands over Oscar’s waist, Oscar’s stomach, presses kisses to Oscar’s shoulder, keeping his sharp teeth safely tucked behind his lips. He brings Oscar to two more orgasms but nothing seems to settle him and soon enough he’s sobbing into Mark’s neck, gasping, desperate cries.

“It’s okay,” Mark murmurs. “Just fifteen more minutes and you can go.”

Oscar cries harder, shaking his head, and sobs, “I can’t, Mark. Can’t hold it.”

Mark wants to shake Oscar, wants to tell him to channel some of the self-control he shows in the car. But Mark can’t deny that he sort of likes seeing Oscar like this, whimpery and desperate, totally unable to hide what he’s feeling. It’s why sex with Oscar’s so fucking addicting, why Mark couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. Oscar, notoriously hard to read Oscar, can’t hide a single thing when he’s naked in Mark’s bed.

“Please,” Oscar whimpers, squirming on Mark’s cock. “Hurts.”

“You’re gonna have to,” Mark says shortly. “Can’t exactly make this go any faster.”

Oscar lets out a devastated moan, thighs tensing, cunt throbbing around Mark’s cock.

“Let me make you come again,” Mark says, sliding his hand down Oscar’s stomach.

But Oscar whines and twitches away from Mark’s fingers, shaking his head rapidly. “Don’t,” Oscar says wetly, sniveling against Mark’s neck. “I can’t—might piss myself if you make me come,” Oscar whimpers.

Mark doesn’t know why Oscar saying that in his tragic little voice makes Mark’s knot pulse. Mark’s not sure if he really wants to know why having Oscar on his cock, squirming and desperate, turns him on so much. Feels like giving in to his predator brain, acknowledging how much he likes having a little bunny shaking in his arms, trapped on his cock. Feels like conceding that Seb was fucking right.

“You can go if you really need it,” Mark says finally. “I can buy a new mattress.” He licks over Oscar’s neck, inhales the sweet scent of Oscar’s slick still dripping around his cock. “Maybe you can pay me back with that new salary I negotiated for you. A little thank you.”

But Oscar’s already shaking his head. “No, I”—he takes a shaky, trembling breath—“I can hold it.”

After another five minutes, though, Oscar’s crying again, pussy fluttering around Mark’s cock, and Oscar’s hunching in on himself, gasping for air. With all the squirming, Mark’s knot isn’t going down nearly as fast as it usually does.

“Jesus Christ,” Mark grits out. “Just fucking piss already.”

Oscar lets out a pained whimper, but Mark can feel Oscar’s cunt starting to relax, can tell that Oscar’s finally going to let go.

“That’s it,” Mark murmurs, bringing a hand up to Oscar’s neck, not tightening, just letting it rest. “That’s it, boy, let go.”

Oscar relaxes fully and Mark watches his face go slack with the promise of relief.

But after only a few seconds Oscar lets out a devastated cry, turning to Mark with a panicked expression. “I can’t,” Oscar sobs, hand flying down to cup his cunt, fingers brushing Mark’s cock. “Fuck, Mark, it’s—your knot.”

Mark groans, tipping his head against Oscar’s shoulder. The idea of it, of Mark’s swollen knot filling Oscar so completely, so hot and huge inside him that Oscar can’t even piss—

Mark’s knot swells and Oscar cries out, frantic. “Mark, don’t, please—”

But Mark’s helpless to do anything other than graze his sharp teeth over Oscar’s shoulder, hands gripping Oscar’s thick neck, grinding deep into Oscar, pressing right against his full bladder.

“Mark,” Oscar sobs. “Hurts, please, fuck, don’t—”

Mark comes again inside Oscar with a groan, filling him up, watching Oscar’s soft belly swell with Mark’s come. Oscar’s so fucking full, ripe and sweet and swollen, and Mark wants to eat him, fuck him, breed him.

“Good bunny,” Mark pants, licking and sucking at Oscar’s neck. “Good fucking bunny.”

Oscar sobs on Mark’s cock, ears drooping to cover his eyes, body trembling in Mark’s hold.

“Please,” Oscar pleads, voice weak like he knows there’s nothing either of them can do, like he knows it’s pointless. “Please, hurts so bad.”

Mark lets Oscar cry and squirm, desperately trying not to knot Oscar again.

Finally, Mark’s knot starts to deflate.

“Oh,” Oscar gasps. “Oh, fuck, I—” Liquid floods the bed, and Mark realizes Oscar’s pissing himself as Mark’s knot goes down, Oscar letting out relieved, breathless sobs, face a bright, humiliated red.

“Good boy,” Mark murmurs. He expected to find it gross but instead it’s mind-meltingly hot, watching Oscar so desperate for it that he can’t control himself, wetting himself in front of Mark, his tail twitching frantically where it’s squished against Mark’s stomach.

“That’s it,” Mark breathes, and he presses his hand against Oscar’s lower belly, pushing gently, helping Oscar piss himself. “That’s it, Oscar, let go.”

Oscar gasps, shudders, more wetness soaking the bed as Mark presses down. He’s letting out heaving, ashamed sobs, but he’s whimpering something, and when Mark listens he realizes Oscar’s fucking thanking him.

“Christ,” Mark moans. “Jesus, Oscar, that’s—” Mark’s cock finally slips out of Oscar’s cunt, but Mark shoves two fingers inside of Oscar’s sopping pussy, keeping Oscar full. The heel of Mark’s palm ends up pressed against Oscar’s clit, everything wet with come and slick and piss. But Oscar tucks his face against Mark’s neck and starts grinding his pussy against Mark’s hand, chasing his orgasm, even as he’s soaking wet, disgusting, a mess.

Mark doesn’t give a fuck, can’t think of anything other than making Oscar come again, feeling Oscar fall apart on his fingers.

Oscar does moments later, shuddering and shaking.

“Good boy,” Mark murmurs, because it’s true. Because Mark wasn’t lying when he told Seb Oscar’s a good kid. He’s good, Mark thinks. He’s so fucking good.

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

(Not) an approved use of the Power Of Friendship

[sand-jam]

cant believe no ones done THE ninjago situationship to this

[soosoosoup]

✨💖Pop👊Pop👊 Poppy💖✨✨

[egophiliac]

A-anime?

you know, sometimes I forget that Twst is actually an isekai that starts with the protagonist getting run over by an inexplicable horse-drawn carriage. and every time I'm reminded is a delight because that's AMAZING.

also. look. okay. there's a lot of very fun stuff in the trailer but I am obsessed with that Crowley surprised pikachu face. me when I spend all my keys and gems literally hours before they announce overblot SSRs and drop the anime trailer:

[vaguely-concerned]

the more I play the more I think lucanis basically knows it's illario who betrayed him right from the beginning (he's had a year in the ossuary to think. not that many people knew where he was going. when you ask him 'did Illario know you'd be on that ship' his only answer is the hardest flattest 'yes' you ever heard). so it's not so much about figuring out who the traitor is (because that's ludicrous. we all know. immediately. they didn't really bother to hide it lmao) as about methodically closing off every single avenue of denial lucanis has clung to that whole time with as much or little gentleness as you might prefer until he has no choice but to admit it. because the moment he has to admit it, he'll have to do something -- feel something -- about it. and that's such a catastrophic event in lucanis' inner landscape (he has had TWO people in this whole entire world up until now and will do anything to hold on to them with a heartbreaking child-like desperation, even at and especially through the detriment of his own self) that he'd rather just. not. what if we quite simply. didn't. what if we just stayed here in the emptiness where we can both pretend you didn't hurt me in a way I should never forgive. I have so much practice in that with caterina already it's always worked out great for everyone so far. (press x to fucking doubt but that's trauma logic for you lol)

after everything illario did, so much of the storm of lucanis' emotions around it is 'what the FUCK did you get yourself tangled up in this time and how do I get you out of this mess safely'. what's worse: the fact that your brother murdered you, or that he put himself in horrible danger doing so and thus exposed you to the risk of losing him forever. lucanis' heart certainly has an opinion here and it's fucking unhinged (affectionate)

the themes of dissociation in lucanis' character in general makes me feel nuts. allllll these contradictory messy things he needs to cut off from each other because they can't coexist or be easily reconciled inside him. but all remain stubbornly true separately anyway and will have their due one day. love and resentment. tenderness and fear and rage. terror and longing. love and freedom don't coexist. the burned out golden child anthem is playing in the background. he was always caterina's favourite and he has to keep striving to deserve that dubious honour with every breath he takes and then, presumably, mercifully, some day he will die and be excused and can rest. and until now he's suppressed all the -- natural, healthy, protective! -- negative feelings that threaten the few attachment relationships he actually has, at the cost of ever actually having his needs for connection and safety met and leaving his core self imprisoned and compromised. and spite goes 'what. no. that's dumb fuck that' (*spite voice* I do not understand that and even if I did I would not respect it) and does not allow him to fall back into that, which I think is what saves his life, ultimately. it took being possessed by a demon for lucanis to even contemplate telling anyone he loves 'no' in any way, but hey. whatever gets you there right lol

lucanis is dealing with the freeze response allll the way down baby. and he was even before the ossuary, that just turbo powered it and brought it to a breaking point way before it could happen naturally. but something was going to break eventually no matter what, and I'm just glad that in the end, through the power of friendship and also pure spite, it doesn't have to be him

[eddiegettingshot]

the thing frequently cited as eddie’s Mistake in s5 is “quitting his job without talking to chris” which i really struggle to understand because on one level i don’t think a parent is obligated to talk to their 10 year old child about a career decision and i also don’t think a 10 year old child can be expected to provide reasonable insight on the best approach to their own trauma. and on another level i think this implies that if eddie had talked to chris then he would have Known he didn’t Have to quit his job and could have never been miserable at dispatch … but like. eddie was not fit for active duty. he was right to quit his job! there was a reason bobby didn’t let him come back. his Mistake was using christopher’s supposed needs as his motivation and as an easy excuse to continue repressing his trauma and burgeoning anxieties and to continue marching forward without closely examining what he was trying to get away from. there is a world in which eddie quitting firefighting and being miserable at dispatch for the rest of his days COULD have been the answer and a genuine sacrifice he chose to make as a parent, but that’s not what he was doing—he was convincing himself he was making a genuine sacrifice when what he was actually doing was trying to keep a lid on all the boxes holding his issues.

i also struggle with the idea that the mistake eddie is making Now is “moving to el paso without talking to chris” for similar reasons. like, i don’t think a 14 year old is equipped to make decisions like that, even if they’re for his own sake, or for dealing with his own trauma. there is a world in which eddie packs up and moves to el paso because genuinely, it is better for chris, it’s where chris is thriving, and he’d be well within his right to do so even if it theoretically blocks chris from returning to life in LA—it’s not a mistake for eddie to make the unequivocal decision about where they live lol. the actual problem is that he’s once again using chris thriving in a different environment as an excuse to repress the fact that the reason he’s taking this drastic decision he doesn’t want to take is because he doesn’t trust himself. probably chris IS having a good time in texas. but eddie doesn’t want to think about the wounds that lead him to believe he can’t give chris what he needs, or that lead him to actually hurt chris, so instead he is making another ingenuine sacrifice to avoid feeling things he thinks he doesn’t deserve to feel, or shouldn’t be feeling. of course we know that LA is his home and staying in el paso isn’t going to end up being the right decision, but it’s not the wrong decision because they shouldn’t move away ever or should never be sad ever and eddie should know that, it’s the wrong decision because he’s not being honest with himself about why he’s making it… which was also the case in s5.

[bunnieswithknives]

GET HIS ASS FLOWERS! GET HIS ASS!!

Did Flowers target Dale specifically because of him shooting his own son?

Yes! Sort of. But don't mistake anything Flowers does to be out of genuine good will

[brainworms-all-night-long]

And that is my first commission Done, thanks one more time @fandom-power!!

[rorynni]

If your taking requests maybe Rui?

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[mobius-m-mobius]

Loki + searching for Mobius moments after disaster

[divorcedwife]

wanted to try designing outfits with the other evil gods aesthetics

[azadrithaanatheme]

I return with some fun, low-effort Murder Drones doodles because that's the only thing I have the time and energy for right now (turns out moving to another state to escape day job hell and also the transphobia is A Very Involved Process).

Speaking of moving and other life changes, I have a Patreon and Ko-fi now, for those of you who like what I do and want me to be able to do more of it faster.

My apologies to anyone who's actually fluent in Russian, because I am very much not and I sincerely hope google translate didn't screw me over.

Close-ups under the cut (click for best viewing):

[cottagedreamy]

They're the best friends duo ever

[moeblob]

Sometimes, you have an emotional support old man and you love and cherish him c:

[triglycercule]

horrortale waterfall game broke me sorry (hey just like horror!)