#my beloved bunny 🥹

[skeleton-beneath-this-skin]

My profile picture is a chibi Takeshi with bunny ears…I drew that…

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Little One's || Damian Wayne ||

A/n: Dad Damian 🥹

Late evening in the Wayne penthouse, the living room is softly lit by the glow of the Christmas tree, its lights twinkling warmly still set up much to Damian's chargin. The remnants of the day’s activities are scattered around half-empty mugs of cocoa, toys strewn about, and a blanket crumpled on the couch. You are fast asleep, curled up under the blanket, your breathing slow and peaceful.The twins, however, are still awake, their quiet babbling filling the room as they play on the floor with their stuffed toys. Damian sits nearby in his favorite chair, keeping a watchful eye on them.

Shifting his body, Damian then looks over at you, his expression softening as he takes in the sight of your sleeping form. You look so peaceful, your hair falling over your shoulder, your hand resting on the edge of the blanket. He knows how much you've done today,how you always give you it all for your little family. A rare, small smile tugs at his lips as he thinks about how much you mean to him.

“Your mother,” he murmurs quietly to the twins, “is extraordinary.”

Leo, holding his toy truck, looks up at Damian with wide green eyes that mirror his father’s. Lila, clutching her bunny, toddles closer to Damian, babbling something unintelligible but sweet.

Damian leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he watches them. “Come here, Lila,” he says softly, his voice gentle.

Lila waddles over, her bunny tucked under her arm, and raises her tiny hands to Damian. He scoops her up effortlessly, settling her on his lap. She rests her head against his chest, her little hand clutching his shirt. Damian presses a soft kiss to the top of her head, his eyes closing for a moment.

“You know,” he whispers, “you have your mother's smile. Her warmth.”

Lila looks up at him, giggling, her tiny fingers poking his chin. Damian chuckles quietly, a sound so rare it feels like the room itself pauses to listen. “Yes, you do,” he says, his tone affectionate. “And your brother…”

He looks over at Leo, who is now crawling toward him with the toy truck in hand. Damian reaches out, pulling Leo onto his lap alongside Lila. “You’re going to be just as strong and stubborn as your mother is. I can already tell.”

With both twins on his lap, Damian leans back slightly, letting them settle against him. Lila plays with the buttons on his shirt, while Leo examines his father’s hand, his small fingers tracing the faint scars there.

“You two have changed everything,” Damian says softly, his voice barely audible. “Before you, I didn’t think I could be this. A father. Someone you can rely on.”

Leo babbles something in response, his tiny voice breaking the quiet. Damian smiles faintly, his hand gently brushing through his son’s hair. “But I will be. For both of you. I’ll protect you, guide you, and make sure you never face the things I had to.”

He looks over at you again, his expression softening further. “Your mother taught me how to love, how to let my guard down. And because of her I have you.”

Lila yawns, her head resting against Damian’s chest, her bunny still clutched tightly in her hand. Leo mimics her, his eyes starting to droop as his small body relaxes against his father. Damian’s heart swells as he watches them, their tiny forms so peaceful and innocent.

“You’ll never know how much you mean to me,” he whispers, his voice full of emotion. “But I’ll spend every day making sure you feel it.”

A soft rustle from the couch draws Damian’s attention. You stir, your eyes fluttering open. You blink a few times before sitting up, your gaze landing on Damian and the twins. A sleepy smile graces your lips.

“Falling asleep without me, beloved?” Damian teases quietly, his tone warm.

Stretching on the couch, the blanket slipping from your shoulders. “It looks like I wasn’t the only one getting sleepy,” you said, nodding toward the twins.

“They’re finally settling down,” Damian replies, his voice soft. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Smiling you slipped off the couch then walked over to him,sitting beside him as you rested your head on his shoulder. “You’re amazing with them,” you whispers, your hand gently brushing over your daughter's Lila’s hair. “They’re so lucky to have you.”

Damian glances down at her, his expression tender. “I’m the lucky one.”

For a while, you two sit together, the twins snuggled in Damian’s lap and you leaning into his side. The room is filled with the quiet sounds of their breathing and the faint twinkle of the Christmas tree lights. It’s a moment of pure peace, a reminder of the love and warmth they’ve built together.

As Lila lets out a soft sigh in her sleep, Brooke smiles. “I love you, Damian.”

“I love you too, beloved,” Damian replies, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And thank you. For this. For them.”

[daisies-daydreams]

Dadbod!Miguel..

Imagine you waking up in your shared king-sized bed, his beefy large arms wrapped around your waist, leaving small kisses on your neck..😋

AAAAAH I LOVE HIM OMG😭🩷.

Buenos Días (Dadbod!Miguel x F!Reader)

Pairing: Dadbod!Miguel x F!Reader Category: Fluff Tags: Kissing, Morning Cuddles, Teasing, Suggestive Content, Babies, Not Proofread, Domestic Fluff Word Count: 790 A/N: AHH I love Dadbod!Miguel with my whole heart 🥹 Idk if you wanted to request something but my neurons activated and I HAD to write 🤧 I hope you enjoy!

You slowly blinked your eyes open as the sound of your alarm blared through the bedroom. You groaned and slapped your hand over your phone, silencing the screeching beast. A small smile spread across your exhausted features when you felt two burly arms wrap around your waist.

"Buenos Días, hermoso," you giggled as your husband groggily kissed the tip of your ear [Good morning, handsome]. You sighed and rested in his tender hold - his hairy, plush tummy rubbing against your back as he trailed his lips down the shell of your ear.

"Buenos Días, mi vida," Miguel whispered, the feeling of his warm breath against your skin making you shudder [Good morning, my life]. You chuckled softly as he began to press his plump, soft lips behind your ear while his hands wandered across the expanse of your belly.

"Miguel," you breathed as he traced his thick fingers over the stretchmarks left behind from bringing new life into this world. You squealed and curled against him as he dug his fingers into your sides. "M-Miguel!" you wheezed. Your husband smirked against your skin as he peppered your neck with small, quick pecks.

"What? I'm just enjoying some time with mi conejita," he cooed before slipping his hands further down [my bunny]. You sighed as he smoothed his palms over your hips, his body pressed flush against yours as he continued to bombarded your neck with kisses. You slowly closed your eyes as you melted into his gentle touch: the warmth of his body tempting you to slip back into a deep, peaceful sleep.

You relished in every slow movement of his lips, every curve and dip of his stomach, chest and burly arms as he lavished you with affection. Your eyes widened when he suddenly rolled you on top of him, your thighs straddling his waist as your front pressed against the pudge of his stomach.

You smiled and leaned into his touch as he gently cupped your cheek. Miguel’s lips parted slightly as he stared up at you with stars in his eyes.

“Mi amor….” he breathed softly as he brushed his thumb over your cheek [my love]. You grinned as you splayed yourself on top of his larger form, your hands wandering the expanse of his hairy chest as you tilted your head.

You nearly jumped when Gabi began to wail in the room right across from yours. You frowned as you released a heavy sigh.

“I’ll-“

Your brows shot up when your husband suddenly squeezed your hips as you began to slide off of him.

“Stay here, bebé. I’ll take care of it,” he said with a sweet smile. Your eyes softened as you leaned down and pecked his lips.

“Gracias, mi gran oso,” you murmured against him. [Thank you, my big bear]. A low rumble rose from Miguel’s chest as his pet name fell from your sweet lips. You squealed when his large hands traveled down and gave your bum a playful squeeze.

“Traviesa, you know that-“ another harsh cry caught your attention [Naughty]. You both exchanged weary glances before Miguel let his hands fall back to his sides. You slipped back to your side of the cozy, king-sized bed as your love stepped onto the cold floor. Your giant of a husband paused in the doorway before turning towards you with a slight smirk.

“Stay right there: we’re only getting started,” he said with a playful wink. You giggled and shifted beneath the covers as your beloved turned around and went into the nursery.

“¿Gabi, Qué te pasa, mija?” Miguel cooed and scooped Gabi into his burly arms [Gabi, what’s wrong, my daughter?]. You smiled softly as you watched your husband tend to your little one, his eyes glowing warmly as he kissed her tiny forehead. You found yourself slowly sinking into the mattress, your heart feeling fuller than ever as your eyelids began to droop.

+++

“Sorry to keep you waiting, conejita. I-“ Miguel froze when he laid eyes on your small form nestled beneath the thick comforter. He chuckled quietly as a small snore filtered through the room. Your lips parted to allow a trail of drool to stain your pillow; your hair tossed this way and that as you yawned.

Had you seen a picture of yourself, you would tell him that you looked like a complete mess. But to Miguel…you were (and always would be) an angel.

His angel.

Your husband grunted as he climbed beneath the covers, his eyes flicking over to see that it was still early enough to get at least another half-hour of rest.

Miguel sighed softly before gently pecking your cheek and pulling the covers over your chest.

”Que descanses, mi ángel,” he whispered [Sleep well, my angel].

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[merakiui]

I love your Octavinelle fics so much 🥹 I didn't think it was possible to love Jade and Floyd more, but the way you write them is so charming!! I really love how you take your time building up to smut, so the payoff hits much harder!! I freaking love Ebb & Flow, the brothers are so sleazy and Floyd in particular so shameless. Are you planning on more fics featuring the reader as a sibling or ones where Jade & Floyd both want the reader?

Looking forward to anything you write though honestly

( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) thank you, thank youuuu!!!! Maybe it's purely self-indulgent, but I love a story that has a build-up to smut. orz it makes the energy and the tension and every other emotion even more delicious! Of course I'm also not immune to getting into the smut right from the start. >:D loving both so that I can have the best of two worlds~

I reread Ebb & Flow because I forgot all about that story and your ask reminded me of it. ^^;;; omg I forgot how much I loved those versions of Octavinelle!!! Rebellious Jade transitioning into his punk phase, sleazy Floyd who is so in love with his stepsister, and awkward childhood friend Azul...... aaaa they are so beloved!!! I listened to a lot of bossa nova while writing that fic, so maybe it's just me but I love how smoothly it reads!!!

I definitely want to write more stepcest fics like that one! I have one planned that's more of a pseudo-incest, in which a bunny!reader adopts two orphaned puppies (Jade and Floyd) and raises them as her own. But it turns out they were wolves all along and they grow up to be much bigger and stronger than bunny mama was expecting. In short, it's a story where Jade and Floyd are hopelessly obsessed with their mama. :D just two good bois who often fight for your attention and affection... so spoiled, those two........ >_< there was also another fic where Azul is crushing on you, but your mean stepbrothers get to you before he can... ntr situation for poor tako. </3 I think that was the basic plot inspiration for Ebb & Flow.

I'm happy you're looking forward to my writings!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[adagiorii]

Tell me the secret of how you shine and shade the hair.. please-

totally not trying to uh- copy? It? I guess??

( also yeah, the way you draw hair just looks gorgeous that I can't help, but ask )

Ok first of all- wOAH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!?!?!??! It means a ton especially coming from you ahsjthrf- 🥹🥹🫶💗❤️💖🩷💕💞🩷

Fr tho I'm super flattered, and also I'M SO SORRY it took me so incredibly long to reply to this. I couldn't figure out how I wanted to draw this for a long time but I hope this is somewhat useful to you..

We will be using this random doodle of Bunny-Eiko because I had it lying around and I thought she could use some shading. Ironically I'm not proud of the end result, but no matter how many times I redid it it just wasn't looking right and I didn't want to go back and do the whole process again from the beginning with another drawing so-

Honestly there isn't much more I can say about it. The colour I use for both shading and hair shines also depends on what sort of atmosphere I want the drawing to have, but for basic shading like this, I just go for desaturated pale colours I guess lol.

Tbh my shading style isn't all that precise, I mostly just do whatever I think looks good. I hope this was still useful to you though! And again oh my lord I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply. I am not beating the procastinator allegations.

In short: there is no secret! I bullshit my way through shading and every time I draw my life is in the hands of my beloved blender tool I adopted from the Clip Studio Paint store. It's called the White Blender. This whole post is White Blender propaganda.

[j0kers-light]

Okay that head canon about y/n getting sick and J worrying over her was precious 🥹 What if the tables were turned and J got bad sick and refused to take care of himself?

-🍄

My beloved 🍄 anon!! How I have missed you!

You stay providing me with amazing ideas! sick!reader was fun to write! So let’s explore a sick!Joker! This big baby… I’m gonna have fun with this one. 🖤✨as always enjoy enjoy!!

Joker does not get sick. He is far too busy to be bogged down with such a trivial thing as germs. Who do they think they are anyway?

Sure he's not superhuman but you would think all that time spent messing with chemicals and stuff would make him immune?

NOPE! Baby boy gets hit with the common cold and he’s out for weeks. It’s almost funny if not for the fact that Joker fighting for his life.

If only Batman knew a common cold could have J waving a white flag. 🥴

Unlike you Joker accepts rather quickly that he's sick and needs to sit his butt down somewhere.

That doesn't mean that decision is instantaneous. He ignores minor symptoms too. 🙄🙄

Like an itchy throat, watery eyes, a splitting headache. HE'S FINE. Joker powers through as if nothing is wrong. 👀 (sound familiar?)

Frost is the first to raise an eyebrow as the days progress and Joker doesn’t improve. He hints that J might be coming down with something only to be ignored. Frost tried to warn him.. 🤦🏾‍♀️

Just imagine Joker hosting a meeting like mid theatric speech and suddenly.. he sneezes.

Mac secretly took a video to send to you later because Joker looked too cute!

Joker and just about everyone in attendance was shocked at the comical (and adorable) sneeze that comes out this scary man.

👁️ 👄 👁️ them goons were shooketh girl lol

Joker threatens to murder anyone if they laugh but a snicker does escape when J sneezes again and almost bangs his head against the table (I'm fighting back tears anon! 🤣)

One glance at Frost has the meeting adjourned because they gotta drop Joker off at your place. He can't terrorize Gotham City like this!

That poor baby is a mess! Joker is sweating through his greasepaint, his nose is running like Usain Bolt, and he swears that Bane is punching him in the head. 😀 yup he’s sick.

It's time to go when Joker passes out in front of Frost, Mac, and Neo after one sneeze too many.

There's only one person they trust to look after Joker. Are you up for the challenge?

Frost is a big guy, but even he is struggling to carry Joker into your apartment. He called earlier explaining that Joker wasn't feeling too well so you left the front door unlocked.

You thought that meant Joker got hurt while out being a menace to society. That you could deal with. Some bandaids and a proper scolding, always did the trick.

You weren’t expecting Frost to dump your semi-unconscious lover onto your couch like a sack of potatoes. Joker looks almost unrecognizable and you fear the worst seeing how weak he is.

His hooded eyes take you in and a groggy, "Bunny.... I'm dying!" escapes his lips before you lock eyes with Frost.

"He has a cold."

😀 Lawd help us. If you thought Joker was a drama queen before Chile.. This grown man acts like a child staying home from school with pneumonia rather than a cold.

J has transformed himself into a blanket burrito with only his freckled face exposed. And he look so pitiful.

He can't breathe out of his nose anymore which has turned scarlet red since he doesn't use the tissues you bought him, (you yell at him to stop using his sleeves!) and he takes random naps as his immune system tries to fight off this infection. It’s doing a terrible job.

A common cold last a few days at most. A full week and a half later, and Joker is still in the trenches.

This is when you start to worry and take his illness more seriously.

Feed a cold, starve a fever so you work overtime to nurse your man back to health. You prepare the best homemade soups, arrange all the tv marathons J could ever want, you even sneak him medicine with tried and true motherly tactics.

J refused to take medicine so you cave and buy him jello, applesauce, pudding etc. as a compromise.

Little does he know, you crushed the pills inside 🤫 In short, you watch over Joker like a hawk.

He orders you to stay away stating, 'he doesn't want his Bunny getting sick' but in the same breath, he makes you cuddle with him on the couch. J falls asleep using you as his personal teddy bear and you are totally okay with that.

Anything to help him sleep and recover faster.

The worst phase comes along when you wrestle out of Joker’s arms to grab the thermometer, and his voice stops you in your tracks.

"Ma? Is... is that you?"

Joker is delirious and you shouldn't take advantage of him when he's so out of it but what's the harm in feeding into his delulu? Its not like he'll remember anyway..

You weakly smile and reply. "Hush baby, I'll be right back."

J begins another coughing fit and has air remaining to steal yours with a single sentence. "No, I don't wanna be alone."

He sounds so weak, like a child confessing their worst fears to an adult. What kind of person can ignore a plea like that? You can't that’s for sure.

You’ll check his temperature later. Right now, Joker needs you. You crawl back into Joker's arms and he immediately wraps them around you.

"Don't... l-leave." His voice is breaking your heart, he sounds so scared!

You smooth J’s hair away to cup his face. You washed away all the harsh makeup and sweat days ago so you’re free to admire his natural beauty in all its glory.

Even fighting a cold, he's so handsome looking up at you with those glassy eyes of his. You doubt he recognizes you right now. Only you are allowed to see Joker so vulnerable.

Only you can take care of him and it’s an honor you’ll never take for granted.

"I’m not going anywhere." You promise.

[icarustypicalfall]

you are home

john price x reader

comfort fluff <3

warnings: none

note: i didn't include the huge ahh skin care step by step cuz i am lazy 💅🏻

"will you ever get sick of me?"

"loving you is the antidote"

Once in a while, you and John found solace in the comfort of your home, far away from the base, the burdens of war, and the constant threats that loomed. With his relentless responsibilities, it was rare for the two of you to have a moment alone, as John always seemed to be on the run.

But tonight was different.

After tidying up the kitchen from the delightful mess you had made together earlier. You watched John with immense admiration as he skillfully prepared one of his magnificent recipes. Little did he know what you had planned for him.

As your husband reclined on the bed, oblivious to your intentions, you quietly snuck into the bathroom, gathering an assortment of skincare and body care products.

John looked confused, never quite understanding why you needed so many products or why you spent such a long time in the bathroom every night. Nonetheless, he never minded and generously indulged you by providing for all your skincare needs.

He once mentioned his willingness to learn more about caring for your hair and skin, wanting to pamper his beloved.

"Whoa, love, are you going to teach me how to use all those? Not sure I'll remember everything," John chuckled, his eyes filled with amusement, as you playfully rolled your eyes, a mischievous smile gracing your face. You carefully placed the basket on the bed before turning to your adoring husband.

"Well, I thought tonight I would take care of you, my dear," You'd announce, expression quickly transforming into a genuine smile as John's face brightened.

"Who could resist someone as beautiful as you, love?" John replied, his voice tender. After explaining the plan, he settled himself back on the bed, pulling on the bunny ears of the headband you placed on his head.

"Well, Bonnie, I'm glad my men are away. Can't have them seeing me like this. You're turning this old man into a bunny," he playfully remarked.

Your laughter reverberated softly through the room as you lit your favorite candle and selected some soothing jazz music. The ambiance was warm and inviting, carrying the gentle scents of cinnamon, clove, and the faint aroma of John's morning cigars, creating an atmosphere of peace and contentment.

Feeling a gentle squeeze around your waist and observing the eager military veteran adorned with bunny ears, you were reminded of the task at hand.

Throughout the entire experience, John asked about the different products, attentively memorizing each name and their functions. Although he hesitated in admitting it, he secretly reveled in the divine indulgence of this shared skincare night—having you close, pampering him, and later receiving a massage to soothe his tense muscles. Fatigue started to claim him, and he struggled to stay awake, feeling more relaxed than he had in a long time.

By midnight, sleep beckoned, and you had succumbed, donning a sheet mask as you rested your head upon John's leg, which you had just finished massaging. John couldn't help but chuckle, taking in the sight of your comfortable yet slightly awkward posture, the trail of drool from your chin, and your serene expression.

He quietly snapped a photo, deciding that he would tease you about it in the morning. For now, he gently guided you back into bed, setting the skincare basket aside.

He brought your hand to his face, placing a tender kiss on your smooth fingertips. The softness of your skin against his lips felt heavenly.

He nestled his head back, keeping an arm wrapped around your waist, as he gazed at the moon's glow from the crook of the curtains. He couldn't ask for anything more than this perfect moment. In fact, he was content with everything life had given him. Expecially you.

(this was short cuz i wrote it in the morning and cuz im exhausted i hate studying man 🥹💀 but anyway I'll be making more comfort stuff)

[writingforstraykids]

My beloved cutie mooties🥺🖤

(edited 12.05.24)

🖤@atinyniki🖤

Niki, my beautiful sunshine, I'm so grateful to have you through thick and thin. I'm still convinced you're cute and idc whether you accept that or not. I love talking to you and you're one of the kindest people I know (unless you yell at me you meanie...joking obviously, chill guys😂🖤) I'll always be there for you...also pls stop spending so much money on me cutie😭 Keep shining sunny bunny...love you, pretty girl🖤

🖤@zehina🖤

my beloved (not so silent anymore) bestie, i love our shared European confusion and confusing the others together in return. you're such a cute little kitty and we all know u love being called cute so...you're very cute, deal with it🤭I love our shared stupidity whenever we talk about the boys and seriously, every time you send me your part for the rambles I'd drop to my knees and pay for it bc holy shit. I'll always be there if you need me, keep fighting lovey. love you unnie🖤

🖤@galaxycatdrawz🖤

azzy, I'm so proud of slowly pulling you a little from the shadows you were hiding in😂 also...idk how I managed to do so, but I'm still laughing about achieving most of your tumblr milestones😭 i love sharing requests with you, working out ideas or simply do as you said and write what my brain couldn't figure out. thank you for always being there for me and sharing your brilliant brain with me, co-writer🤭 also it's such a bummer we live so far away bc after what we talked about so far I know you'd be the best cuddle buddy🥺 love you azzy my cutest little thing🖤

🖤@jinnie-ret 🖤

jinnie my dear, even though we haven't talked that much so far, I always love it when we get the chance🤭 can't wait to get to know you better as well and I'm already so excited for that fic👀looveeee your writing sm🖤

🖤@sona1800🖤

you're my newest mootie and I love you so much already it's ridiculous (niki can confirm that🥹) you're always so sweet and you literally outshine every fic with your loving reblogs and comments (I'm just too speechless to answer properly, I really love them🥺) so yeah, that's why you got the tag "the cutest" 🤭🖤

🖤@silverstarburst🖤

Ash. my dear, we don't have that much time to talk usually because you're either working or I'm asleep (a rarity but still). Nevertheless, you have a special place in my heart by now and I'm thankful for your presence in my life. I know who to text if I need someone to kick ass. Your reblogs make me smile like some idiot every time, thank you so much for appreciating my lil dummy ideas so much. love you mama wolf🖤

🖤@slutforchanlix🖤

Miu, babyy, I've made you cry way too often with stuff like this—my bad. I know it's not always easy, but you're one of the kindest people I know, and I love that I have someone with whom I can talk in my native language for once. You're a sweetheart and thank you for always being there for me. I still plan to meet you one day hehe. Long story short, you're amazing, don't let anyone else try to make you believe anything less than that. Bin immer für dich da🖤

🖤@michelle4eve🖤

heyy mimi, we haven't talked much so far...sometimes accidentally when you mistook my icon for niki's I hope that's easier now😂😉 you seem like such a kind soul and I hope we'll get closer over time (no rush dear!) I'm happy over each of your reblogs, especially after you told us you're too shy to do so sometimes. I really appreciate it, you cutie🖤

🖤@chrizzztopherbang🖤

I always loved seeing you pop up in my notifications with your sweet comments. I already think you're a sweetheart, I know we haven't talked that much yet. Still, I loved prereading your fics and getting a glimpse into your genius brain. Don't give up writing as long as you have fun with it, because you're truly amazing at it🖤

🖤@wolfyychan🖤

You've been around on my prior blog already and still my stupid brain didn't realize you've changed usernames for so long😭😂 I always look forward to your excited comments and reblogs, they're truly a boost of motiviation ngl. Hope to have you around for a long time🤭🖤

🖤@james-is-here🖤

Your excitement for that Minchan series made me think about writing bonus chapters for the first time in months. I really love seeing how you get so invested in some of the stories, which makes me want to do better hehe. Also...omg...I'm still thinking about that one fic you wrote a while ago🫠 I'm excited to see what's next and hope we'll get the chance to maybe talk some more🖤

🖤@queer-possum🖤

Without giving away too much, your brain is amazing. I love your requests so much and you're always so kind when I get back to you to make sure I get everything right. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about certain topics and stuff I haven't so far🖤

🖤@chanandminhoenthusiast🖤

love, love, loveee your blog (for obvious inspirational reasons😉) you seemed like a very sweet soul whenever we talked before and I'll always be there if you need someone to talk, even about the most random bullshit😂🖤

🖤@palindrome969🖤

You're such a lovely person, I can't even put it into words properly. Your writing is beautiful and I'm still in love with that stargazing fic with Channie😭 always love talking to you and seeing your comments🖤

🖤@5starluvr🖤

I've told you so before, I wanna kiss your brain so bad sometimes. The stuff you come up with for me to write is brilliant. I can't wait to finish more of your requests and share ideas as soon as possible! Love you hehe🖤

🖤@mellhwang🖤

Heyy sweetie, I love seeing you in my notes and I swear I'll get that Minchan x Hyunjin thing done for you!! Thank you for all the love, dear🖤

🖤@lost-in-avoidance🖤

The amount of times I made you choke back tears at work is...concerning and I'm so sorry, I don't do it on purpose, I swear😭😂 your reblogs are always so genuine and make me feel like I did exactly what I wanted to with the fic in question. I appreciate your words so much, thank you!

[mrs-snape5984]

Aaaw! My 11 years old daughter Henriette drew another Sevy for me to cheer me up. He’s wearing an Easter bunny costume and “he’s a bit embarrassed about it, Mom!” (Quote from my daughter)

So, enjoy our beloved dungeon bat in this especially funny situation. 🖤🥹 Henriette begged me to share her drawing with my “Snape-Friends”. 🖤

[sebsxphia]

alone the same vein as this post, what kinks and positions do you think our beloved cowboy rhett abbott would love? (unless of course you’ve already done a post for that. if so, point me in the right direction 😌)

oh my love! leah! absolutely wonderful question! lets get into this 🥹💌

First and foremost, Rhett’s favorite position is cowgirl, reverse cowgirl or anything where you’re riding him. He takes the phrase, “save a horse, ride a cowboy” very literally.

He loves it in all aspects. He loves to lie back with his hands tucked behind his head and watch you give the ride of your life with a smirk on his face. Watching how you throw your head back and groan, bracing your hands on his torso to steady yourself. He knows if he wins a successful round at the rodeo, he’s getting this ride.

None the less, with cowgirl when he wants to take charge he still can. He can sit up slightly or place his hands on your hips and fuck up and into you so hard, that you collapse onto his chest, whining into the crook of his neck. He loves still being able to have that control over you, even when you’re on-top.

On the flip side, he loves reverse cowgirl because he can watch your ass bounce on his cock and give it harsh smacks until it’s welted.

Close to watching your ass bounce on his cock and spanking you, Rhett’s second favorite position is to have you bent over any surface he can find. Kitchen table, kitchen counter, bathroom sink, fence in the pasture, over your dresser, in the shower, in the bar toilets, anywhere.

His third favorite position is missionary or with your hips raised (like Bob), so he can fuck you so deep that he can feel himself in your stomach. This especially comes into play when he’s completely dominant over you and most likely has you tied up with rope and cowboy knots.

This moves into Rhett’s kinks. I’ve done something kind of similar here about how Rhett can be an absolute dog, but let me expand on some points and list his kinks.

Going back to the point before, bondage and rope play. He loves that he can tie you up however he wants and have you lying or spread out in any position for him to use you as he wants.

Rhett has called you a, “rope bunny” on multiple occasions.

Breeding kink. This is self explanatory. Rhett wants to fill you up with his cum, get your belly swollen and your breasts sensitive to the touch. You’re pretty sure he fucked you more when you were pregnant than before.

But, there is a softer side to it. Rhett wants a family with you and the making of your family comes with some nights making sweet love and whispering sweet nothings about how beautiful you’d look filled with his cum.

CNC, BABEY.

Rhett Abbott is the biggest sucker for CNC and I’ll die on this hill. He loves being able to catch you off guard when you’re least expecting it and have you pinned down to the kitchen table with you squirming and begging underneath him that he’s too big, you can’t take him right now and his dinner will burn.

It definitely ties into his favorite position being taking you over any surface he can see.

You’ve woken up on multiple occasions to Rhett sliding his cock inside of you as he spoons you from behind, or with his face buried in between your thighs because you were apparently grinding your thighs together in your sleep and he just had to take care of you.

There’s definitely an aspect of role playing within that too. Not so much teacher/student or sexy nurse, but role playing with CNC. You’ve had a couple of fucks in the woods when Rhett has chased you down. All consensually agreed before, of course.

Which ties into Rhett being a dirty little vouyerist. He’s fucked you in the woods or in a field of wildflowers, but both of you know that no one would be around for miles to catch you both. What Rhett does get off with however, is watching you through a keyhole as you touch yourself. There’s a small part of him that loves to feel so filthy.

When Rhett is in this subby mood, he also enjoys you pulling at his hair. Even if his face is buried in between your legs, you tug harshly on his hair and he’s groaning deep against you.

Possession and marking come under the same umbrella, I feel. Rhett is incredibly possessive and with that he will mark you any way he can. With hickies or bite marks visible to anyone.

On the flip side, even if someone can’t see them, Rhett loves to spank you until your ass is welted and there’s a clear indent of his hand on your soft flesh.

Similar to that and as previously mentioned in the link above, Rhett loves to spit on you or in you. It’s part of the possession and marking you as his, but he also loves to degrade you by ordering you to open your mouth, allowing him to spit in it before you suck his cock, or let him mix his spit with his cum he just spilled inside of your mouth.

Again with the same link as mentioned above, edging you. Both in the moment, or teasing you all day.

Rhett’s dirty talk is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. It’s sweet, occasionally condescending praise, mixed with the most depraved degradation towards you.

Similar to the spitting, he loves to degrade you and if you start crying from his cruel and mocking words? Well, it’s only going to turn him on more.

[motthe]

star-crossed | bunny!izuku midoriya

a/n: just a little drabble i made for bunny!izuku (also fae) bc i adore him and there isn’t enough of him in this world also @andypantsx3 totally was getting the same brainwaves bc she called out a lot on this idea (and has some really cool additions but i’ll leave those to her bc she’d do it FAR more justice). anyway hope you enjoy!! maybe a second part???

warnings: fem!reader but it’s barely mentioned, animals in pain, grief, loss of family, some heavy making out, uh….maybe one cuss word?

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ALWAYS APPRECIATED 🥹❤️

You’ve lost loved ones more than most. It’s unchangeable, something you have to accept, and in time you will but here on your twentieth winter the loneliness creeps and burrows deeper and deeper yet. 

Grief held tight to your toddler years with reckless abandon, a feeling you didn’t understand, then. After all, what was loss to a six-year-old? Not much, yet astoundingly a great deal all the same. 

Your grandmother did her best, taking after you when news spread that martyrdom had occurred in a neighboring kingdom. She had hoped to hear another set of names, not that of her son and his beloved, but there was little she could have done. Fate picks and fate chooses. Your parents just had the misfortune of being on the wrong side of it. 

She only wished she had implored her little boy further—to stay within the reaches of Greenwood. It was his decision to risk detection in the royale’s dominions. His decision to leave behind the life of being a witch’s son. She didn't blame him for it. The craft was not for everyone, that much was true, but how sad it was, then, that he was born too talented to hide it. 

Acquiring you after his death was a feat in and of itself. Your grandmother was coerced to cash in a few favors around the village and send someone to grab you before you were sold or shipped off to an orphanage or worse. That wouldn’t be a life fit for a child, for her estranged granddaughter, and her loyal clientele agreed. 

A young man by the name of Shouta Aizawa took up the challenge. He wanted to repay her for all her help with his sick friend. Poor fellow had long since passed on, but with her medicine it had been a peaceful death in lieu of the alternative. It’s only right that he helped the old maid retrieve her lost family.

You were brought home in a couple day’s time, Mr. Aizawa having to carry you due to the harsh burns upon your hands and feet. He told you your grandmother would have you fixed up in no time, all the while your lips remained sewn shut. The most he ever heard out of you were whimpers in the night, but nightmares were commonplace for the horrors you’d lived through. 

Aizawa had nothing to offer but his company when you laid awake, sniffling. You refused to seek out any comfort, of which he was glad as he has little to give with his discomfiture. 

Reaching your grandmother’s house, she welcomed you with open arms. Aizawa offered to help carry you, but your granny still had her strength in those years, lifting you into a soft bosom and promising a warm bed and a nice dinner. The old woman laid you to rest in what used to be your father’s room. It had been cleaned out for a decade or two, just recently swept and wiped down. A small bed and dresser stand against adjoining walls. Besides that, it was bare as bone. 

“We’ll decorate it with all sorts of things you like when you’re feeling up to it,” Granny had said, tucking you in. “I’ll be back in a bit. Have to go thank that Mr. Aizawa for the two of us, now don’t I?”

You had no response, watching with sunken eyes as the woman left the room. You could hear her strong voice as she spoke to Aizawa. 

“I know it’s not much, but here’s some tea for you. It’ll help ya sleep soundly.”

“Better give that to the kid, instead. She’s more restless than me, Granny.”

“I have more than enough. Go on and take it, it’ll only rot away in my cabinet.”

“You’re insistent.”

“Heh. Thought you knew that already, handsome.” 

You could feel him rolling his eyes from here. He did that often, you’d learned. “If you need anything else, send one of your birds again, I guess.”

“Good to hear. Thank ya again. You’ve saved her from a terrible life.”

“Least I could do, Granny. See you when I see you.”

You waited, tense as footsteps echo throughout the small cabin. When your grandmother entered the room again, she carried a steaming, wooden mug and a bowl with some sort of mush within. 

“Let’s take a gander at those burns, now.”

Nearly a month had gone before you began to speak again. The scars faded with the strange goop your granny made, and you showed an increasing interest in her work. She could only wonder how your father would have reacted, always ashamed of the magic running in his veins. She hoped there was peace with him and his wife in the afterlife. Downright angel she had been, sending letters and updates when she could. She never cared what he was made of—only what kind of person he was. 

“Granny,” you called, the spitting image of them as you watched from atop a turned-over tree. Your grandmother dug up mushrooms, weeds and all sorts of forestry and you couldn’t help but wonder aloud, “What is all this stuff for?”

“My medicines, of course. Potions, too.”

“Potions?”

“Drinks imbued with magic. They can make ya disappear or look different.” Granny smiled as she peered over her shoulder at you. “Can even make one that’ll turn ya into an animal.”

“Any animal?” you asked, skeptical. 

“Precisely,” she chuckled, tossing her finds into a woven basket. 

You hesitated, looking down at your hands in thought. 

“Wouldn’t that mean you’re a...um.”

“A witch, pumpkin?”

A wince pulled at your shoulders, expression pained to the depths only a toddler could manage.

“I don’t want you to be a witch, Granny.”

“Nothing wrong with being one, unless you’re an evil witch,” teased the woman, walking over to pinch your cheek. “You don’t think I’m evil, now do ya?”

“No!” you said, batting at her hand to rub at your sore flesh. “But they-they burn witches, Granny.”

She grinned mournfully down at you, nodding. “That they do, little bug.”

“They...burned my parents.”

“They did,” she concurred.

Your eyes watered as you trailed your hands over your skirt, retracing the embroidery patterns your grandma had sewn by hand. All sorts of creatures lined the fabric from birds to caterpillars. You liked the family of rabbits the most, they moved every so often, whiskers rattling out of the corner of your eye. 

“Are they gonna burn you, too, Granny?” you whispered. 

She shook her head, sitting next to you on the log as she wrapped an arm around you. 

“Not here in Greenwood. Witches are safe here—sought after, even. We help the sick, tend to the elements of our choosing—“

“Elements?”

“See the moss on this log?”

“Yeah.”

“The leaves on the trees? Dew on the grass?”

“Yes, I see them.”

“That’s my element, little bug,” she said fondly, pulling away to grab the woven handle of her basket. “I’m a green witch. You can learn the craft, too, if you’d like.”

You thought about it, eyes wary. “What if I get in trouble?”

“You won’t. Not here,” Granny promised. “Unless you go turning the neighbor’s cows blue, then you’re done for.” 

You giggled at that, taking her hands as she stood and pulled you to your feet. 

“Being a witch isn’t a bad thing, sprout. I can show you all the good it can do, if you’d like to learn.”

You hummed, glancing down at her basket of mushroom caps and dandelions. Birds sung above you, a Robin tweeting its little tune. 

“When can I start?” 

Granny smiled. 

🌿🌿🌿

You wipe your hand dry on your skirt, finishing up with the sigil as it sinks deep into the snowy layer and deeper yet into the ground where your grandmother now rests peacefully. 

Her grave will provide a bountiful growth of flowers when spring comes; you made sure to include all her favorites. Mixing in some medicinals here and there, you are sure to visit and tell her the latest town gossip. She won’t expect less, having chosen the most fertile spot to be buried for her—now your—witch pickings. 

Smart woman. Odd, but smart. 

“Don’t you go forgetting about me, now,” her voice echoes from days past, playful but a lingering exhaustion had crept further into it. “I’ll be watching over ya, even when you think you got nothing but yourself. I’ll be there, bug.”

You hum, refusing to cry anymore today. Your throat is still raw from screaming your heart out. Who could forget about you, Granny? 

You push off your knees, stretching onto your feet. A sigh billows out into the frigid air. It’s the harshest winter, nothing like those in the last decade and a half. You’ve been snowed-in twice this month and the season feels never ending. It’s a sign to rest, but rest anymore and you’ll fade away. 

Hearing a familiar twitter, you glance up at the powdered branches overhead. A ruby red cardinal watches you from above, beady eyes sharp in its regard. You recognize him from the tuft around his bill—the rascal of the college, Beaker. 

You call up to him, voice softer than the fresh fallen snow at your feet. “Watch over her for me, won’t you?” 

He tweets, ruffling his feathers as he nestles down into the coated branch. A little watchman in the making. You’ll feed him when he visits again. Speaking of... 

I’ve got to fill those fae feeders. You’re sure the little fairies are bound to be grumpy at your prolonged delay. It has been nearly two weeks since the last refill. With all the snowfall, you can barely make it to town let alone to the outer forests of Greenwood. 

Not to mention all the warnings from the rabbits before they’d gone into hibernation, rarely popping up with hunting season on the rise. Your own little familiar keeps to her cot by the fire, too deprived of energy from her extra feedings. You miss the sound of  her thumps when she follows along beside you, but it’s too dangerous for her to be out here now. 

Without the company, you’re prone to noticing more shadows creeping with the lack of sun. Granny’s old protection charms only reach so far and you’re still studying a good way to renew them. 

You haven’t thought too much of it until you were met with a freshly bloomed rhododendron on a frozen winter morning. It seems even the fae are worrying about you. 

“Be a good time for Gray to carry her weight, huh, Granny?” you call in farewell, keeping an eye over your shoulder without your familiar. A cold breeze has you throwing your fur-lined hood up. “Need all the help I can get.”

You’re beginning to think the universe has something against you and permanent company. Your fluffle of rabbits are great to have every other season. It’s still terribly lonely now in the cottage, even with Gray’s soft presence. 

Granny’s familiar, a prized cardinal that was much too saturated to be a normal bird, had died with her as is the way of the sacred connection. The flock that hung around still dropped by from time to time, Beaker more than most. 

They deliver seeds and a variety of ingredients that are a bit difficult to find with human eyes every so often. You continue to supply them, too, for all of their hard work and care. 

Coming upon the first fae feeder, you sigh at rotten acorns piled atop small treasures. It’s a surprise they hadn’t taken the gifts back at this point. 

“I apologize for the tardiness,” you say into the wind, filling the wooden tube with their favorite treats, “winter has been unkind… Granny has gone.”

You sigh, topping off the carrier with a large pear—a fan favorite. 

“I’ll be here to take her place for first aid now, if any of you really need it,” you continue, checking your footsteps behind you in the snow. None had been erased or swiped through. Safe to follow them back, then. “As always, I appreciate the gifts you’ve left behind.”

You know better than to say “thank you” after almost being spirited away one summer in your toddler years. Granny had torn that fae a new one or so you’d heard through the muffled barrier of her hands. She had known their tricks, through and through, and made sure you did as well after that. 

“I’ll do my best to keep filling these every week,” you announce. Whispers whistle through the trees and you hum. “Something to keep me busy.”

Picking the shiny baubles from the rotten acorns, you shock at the sight of crystal. That’s new. Taking a moment to recall your lessons, nothing comes to mind about quartz as a gift. It’s utilized for energy and protection. 

Shrugging, you pocket the offerings and move on to the next feeder. The trail that is worn into the dirt is covered by heaps of snow now, so you keep to the treeline to move into the next acre. 

You’re filling the third and final feeder when something sweeps over you. The disturbance is strong, ushering you to tread further into the forest without hesitation. You check the skies as you go, worried about the time. The sun is already hidden by the clouds. If you stay past sundown you’ll be in for a world of trouble. 

Uttering a quick prayer for safety, you hurry deeper into the trees, following the invisible line tugging at your psyche. You watch for any sudden movements. 

Pausing near a meadow, you listen. Leaves rustle with an icy breeze, a clump of snow slipping from branches not far off. There. A high pitched cry tears through your heartstrings, sending your head whipping south as you take off in the same direction. Your ankles sink deep, snow slowing your descent as you stumble down a short hill. 

Practically tripping onto level ground, you spin in circles trying to find the source of the wail. You manage to spot a wriggling form in the air a few yards away. The vibrant green throws you for a loop, having not seen such a shade since the peak of spring. 

It’s a rabbit by the looks of it, strung up by a hunter’s snare. Villagers should have known better than to set up traps this close to your cabin—it’s forbidden. The suffering of animals rebound throughout the forest and anger the fae. You’re fine with quick deaths, hell you have to hunt and gather yourself, too, but not traps. Never traps. The cruelty sickens you. 

You croon as you approach, scaring the creature half to death as it thrashes. The movement rips another cry from its throat, sending your ears ringing from the frequency. It must have hurt its foot on the way up. 

“It’s all right,” you hush, setting your basket down. Throwing your hood back from over your head, you observe the snare before reaching out to stop the poor thing from spinning itself sick. It seems to calm down once you take the weight off its injured foot, muttering a spell under your breath to ease the pain a bit. 

Round eyes peer up at you as you finish, ears straight in attention. It’s a rather big rabbit, much larger than your Gray, but not so big that you can’t hold it in your arms. It could fit in your basket, but it would be a little constraining. 

“There we go,” you sigh as the spell takes on its full effect. “Much calmer now, huh? Let me cut you down and we’ll wrap up that foot of yours.” You cradle the rabbit gently in the crook of one arm while fumbling for your blade at your hip. 

Once unsheathed, you feel the animal tense in your embrace and smile to yourself. High intelligence. Maybe it’s a pet? you think before going to cut at the rope holding it hostage. You pause when it glints in the lowlight. 

It’s not rope, it's a silver-lined string. 

“What the hell?” you whisper, bringing your blade to it. The string snaps with two passovers. You study the thin silver as it unravels from the rabbit’s foot and gasp as it begins to smoke. You throw it away only to watch it burst into black mist. The rest that had been hanging above has done the same. 

This isn’t the work of average hunters, you realize before zoning in on the weight in your arms. 

“You’re docile,” you comment, having expected the rabbit to jump as soon as it saw fit. “Were you someone’s before you got trapped? You’re a pretty thing.”

The bunny remains silent, twitching its button nose up at you. You don’t complain. It saves you the trouble of casting another soothing spell on it. 

“Well, let’s see,” you glance at its lower half, humming as you sheathe your knife and check for a gender with careful fingers. The rabbit’s ears perk up, its good leg kicking out as it twists away. You laugh.

“Alright, alright! I want to say you’re a girl since you're on the bigger side, but there’s no dewlap, and I don’t feel any mammary glands...hmm. Guess we’ll go with male.”

You shift your focus to his injury, clicking your tongue. It’s a nasty break, most likely needs a splint to heal correctly. 

“You’ll have to come with me. It’s a bad break you have here,” you explain as he stares up at you. He startles suddenly after, ears bolting back. “Tell you what, if you let me wrap you up at home, I’ll let you go as soon as you can hop on your own.”

His ears go limp. If he were able to understand, you’d think him unimpressed by the idea. 

Laughing to yourself, you shake your head. “Well, I could always leave you out here. It’s getting dark soon, so I hope your burrow is nearby.”

You relax your arms, bending down to give him the chance to make a run for it or even just escape your embrace. He does neither. He might’ve even moved deeper into your chest. 

“It’ll be nice to have some new company,” you aver, careful to not jostle him as you follow your footprints back the way you came. “A few days and some magic to speed things up, and you’ll be good as new.”

And then you’ll be back to a lonely little cottage with a sleepy rabbit and healing heart. 

You gaze down as the creature in your arms twitches, nodding off slowly but surely. 

At least I have something to occupy me for now. 

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Warmth fills Izuku’s senses, enveloping him in a thick layer of comfort. He recognizes the crisp smell of a fire, long ears quivering at crackling wood, but there is no fresh soil melding with it. 

Blinking his eyes open, he’s stumped by the lack of the burrow around him. Is he in a cabin? Fae don’t build cabins. 

Glancing around, he finds himself huddled in a nest of blankets alongside a fireplace. The inside of the home is one he’d never seen, but the scent is vaguely familiar. 

On the edge of the warming fire, a small rabbit watches him, chewing away at a miniature pile of hay. It’s content enough with its man-made surroundings. The owner must care for it a great deal. 

When had he arrived here? Could this be the old witch’s house? The variety of herbs he smells makes sense. 

His racing thoughts lull when he spots you entering the room. You carry a small plate covered in various vegetables and something else just out of view. His nose twitches, stomach rumbling. How long was he out for? He couldn’t remember when he’d blacked out. The last thing he does remember is your soft embrace pulling him away from that violent snare. 

The memory has him turning his head to check his hind leg. It’s neatly wrapped in a fine cloth, supported with a small, wooden splint. He must’ve been exhausted—there hadn’t been any pain to rouse him. 

He’s beyond thankful, having reached his limit for agony today. Or was that yesterday? 

Mom’s going to be hysterical. His ears perk up. Gods, there she is. 

He’s never seen you so close. You walk towards him with a plate, dressed differently from when he’d last seen you. The nightgown looks smooth to the touch. 

“Finally awake?” you ask. “Been a few hours. You must be starving.” 

You set the plate in front of him. Sliced veggies, even some hay to the side. He watches you carefully before lowering his head to the food to dig in. 

“Good. You have an appetite.” The relief in your voice has his heart skipping a beat. How are you so kind? “You’ll be healed in no time,” you declare, leaving him to his supper. 

Even in your care, his skittish nature won’t allow him a moment’s peace. The grandmother he is somewhat acquainted with— having seen her countless times in the forest and during that one, embarrassing incident—has already proven to be just as compassionate as you, her granddaughter. She often recognized him for his color, tossing him a treat or two if she had any on her. “Green bean” had always been said fondly, though he didn’t have a particular affinity for it. 

It was years ago that she introduced you. He’d been hiding in the forestry at the time as his mother had taught him, but some of the other fae residents had stood around, curious of the new witch being brought up by the old maid. You were always quiet, resigned. 

He thought (and still believes) you were the most beautiful thing to ever exist. 

But fae have rules. No revealing themselves unless they are called upon or when bringing a deal to fruition. He never wants to get you mixed up in petty tricks, even if he knows you’d never call. So he had become satiated with watching you from afar. The way you interact with the forest and its beings is always a delight to behold. The fairies adore you, happy with the food and care you provide. He’ll sneak some treats from those feeders when he’s nearby, but rarely so. When he does, he always makes sure to leave something behind, of course, you deserve more than he could ever offer. 

(Had he’d hoped you would make the mistake and say “thank you” again? Yes. Did he also just want to give you something nice? Also yes.)

And now here you are, all attention centered on him. He has never been so glad to be caught in a trap, or break a leg. Gods above, he’s broken them plenty in his younger years.  

“I hope you’re not in any pain,” you murmur, checking his bandages once he’s finished eating. He jumps at every graze of your fingers, grateful that his animal form hides his reddening face. “Any discomfort?”

He shakes his head. 

“Good, with that one spell, I would hope so—”

 You pause, staring blankly down at him. He tilts his head in question. 

“Did…” You purse your lips, brow furrowing. “Did you just shake your head no?” 

His fur stands on end, shocked by his own stupidity. Well, he hurries to rationalize, ears flattening, the rules clearly say not to reveal ourselves. I haven’t shown my true form and I haven’t spoken either! 

Fae are all about the finer details in a contract, taking delight in a loophole every now and again. Luckily, he is rather good at finding them. 

With bated breath, he nods his head up at you. 

“You—you can understand me?” He nods. Your hands cup your face in terror. “Oh, Gods, you must be fae! I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner!”

He shakes his head violently, ears flapping. 

No, no! Don’t blame yourself! It’s my fault I fell into such an obvious trap!

It really is—it definitely is. If he hadn’t been so distracted by dropping off a gift at one of the feeders, he wouldn’t have been rushing home in fear of being late for dinner. Couldn’t say he regretted it now, though. 

Your hands hide any mortification from the disguised fae. You want to scream at the fact you’d tried to find the gender—how rude. Gods, what if they’re non-binary? A lot of fae don’t like to be gender labeled. You want to die. 

“I’ll make it up to you. It will be a quick recovery,” you swear. 

Hopefully not too quickly, Izuku finds himself thinking, displeased with himself only after the fact. His poor mother is probably in a pool of tears, up in arms. He’ll have to send her a message soon.

“If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask,” you say as you get to your feet. “Can't be a bad host and risk being spirited away now can I?”

If only you knew how close he’d been to doing it, but he’d never forgive himself if he did. Stealing you away isn’t his dream so much as it is stealing your affections. Taking something so precious, though, would mean you’d given something up or offered it to begin with, which you hadn’t. No deal could be made. 

Wait. His ears go ramrod straight. She did me a favor—therefore, I must return it. If his leg wasn’t broken, he’d have sprung off the floor in joy.  

Just as you are turning to head into the kitchen, a wind sweeps throughout the house, sending your hair scattering in all directions. Doing your best to tame the strands, you spin around to find the source, likely an open window or cracked door. Instead, you find a starry face beaming up at you. 

In the background, Gray continues to chew her hay at a sleepy pace. 

“Thank you for saving me,” the man says, green hair and with the same colored rabbit ears emerging very familiar as well as those sparkling eyes. “I’m Izuku Midoriya and I‘d like to grant you a favor in return.”

“W-what?” you squeak, a hot flash overwhelming over you at the sight of a shirtless man at your feet. Thank the heavens he’s twisted the blankets around his lower half or you’d have fainted from beholding all of his beauty at once. 

Roving your eyes away from his chiseled pecs and the mesmerizing constellations across his skin, you sputter out, “A favor? I-I didn’t ask for a favor!”

“You helped me,” he chirps, face far too sweet to be one of those meddling fae and far too innocent when he is stark naked in front of you, “therefore I can reveal myself to you and offer a favor in return.”

“C-can I politely decline?” 

The pout on his lips leaves guilt to crash through your rib cage. “I thought you—didn’t you say you wanted to heal me?” 

“Of course I do!” He’d been too cute to suffer and now he’s too enchanting to leave half-treated. “But not at the cost of freedom or my name or whatever your people usually want these days.”

He blinks, tilting his head just as he had done in his animal form. His ears droop. You have the urge to scream again as you set your sights on the ground. Idly, you wonder if sirens are nearly as hypnotic. 

“Did you not hear what I, uh, said before? In return for saving my life, I wanted to give you a favor in return. I-it can be anything you want, no strings attached!”

“But, uh,” you fumble, all your lessons coming up blank, “ there’s always a catch to these sorts of things…?” 

Why can’t you think of one? Granny had prepared you for skits like this and here you are, heart cartwheeling over the stunningness of fae physique. 

“No catch. I swear on my oath as a fae.”

This time you have to meet his stare, purely in shock. Fae don’t just pull these types of stunts. Is he new to this? 

“Um, how...old are you? If you don’t mind me asking.”

He hums, chin raising as his eyes flee to the corners in thought. You watch the way his freckles dance across his cheeks, some shooting across like falling stars. You wonder if they would move with your fingers trailing across his skin. Would they follow the touch or trickle away? 

“Maybe, a year or two older than you? We don’t keep track with years like your kind do since we live so long,” he explains, viridian eyes piercing in your enthralled state. “How come?”

“I just...traditional fae don’t usually…” You aren’t sure how to phrase this strange turn of events. 

“I’m sorry if I’m overwhelming you!” He leans forward, wincing as he does. “It’s just...well, I was hoping I’d get a chance to speak with you one day! I’m glad I was able to find a loophole.”

What in the world? Speak with you? Loophole? ‘Overwhelmed’ is putting it lightly. 

“So, a favor?” you reiterate. 

He nods, expression determined. “Anything you want! Obviously, it has to be within my range of magic, but I'm sure you know the limits of fae being a green witch.”

You nod before catching the mistake and shaking your head, waving a hand as an afterthought. “Oh, no I'm not a green witch. That was Granny.”

“Oh, I see! Sorry for assuming.” He flushes a soft pink. Your heart throbs as you clear your throat. “Could I ask what your element is, then?”

“Well, uh, is that safe? I mean, you steal names and stuff.”

He laughs, his smile much too bright in the dimly lit room. “You’re cautious, huh? Oh, d-don’t worry. That’s, uh, that’s a good thing! But you should know you’re a favorite among the Greenwood fae and the majority of us would rather, you know, help. With how kind you are. A-and your grandmother, of course! Both of you, I mean.”

He is a stuttering mess. You want to squeeze him, he’s so cute. 

“Oh,” you breathe, realization crowding in. 

All those natural warnings make a lot more sense now. As well as the bountiful harvests even when your plant spells are mediocre at best. You assume setting out offerings on special holidays and leaving those feeders around gives you brownie points. Who knew it could do that and more?

“Well, thank you, I guess,” you mumble. A gasp about rips your lungs in half as the words sink in. “I mean—!”

You slam your hands over your mouth in fear, but Izuku only falls into a soft fit of chuckles. 

“I promise,” he says, “ you're safe to speak your mind with me. I won’t ask for anything other than your company. And your favor, of course! When you think of one.”

“Okay, then,” you murmur, still suspicious but willing to compromise. “Well, to answer your question, my talent is related to the moon and stars. An astrology witch of sorts, I guess.”

He chokes in amazement, sending butterflies to flourish in your stomach as he beams. 

“That means you can read fate!” 

“I’m still learning, but yeah.” 

You try not to do it often, not since… 

You cough, clearing your throat as you grin through the rising pain in your chest. “It’s nice to meet you, you can call me whatever you wish.”

His eyes squint, a nervous smile on his lips as he scratches at the back of his head. “Still cautious, I see.”

“Names are powerful things, Izuku Midoriya.”

He shivers at the full pronunciation of his name, pink blooming into a hot red. 

“Sure are,” he whispers, eyes intent on his fumbling fingers. The blanket he’d wrapped himself in has beautiful embroidery work, most of it rabbits of varying colors. The irony makes him grin. 

“Clothes!” you squeak, scrambling around before making your way to the back rooms. Izuku ears jump as you disappear through a doorway, his shoulders tensing when you peak out again. 

“S-sorry, forgot to ask, but uh—what pronouns do you go by? I’m really sorry about trying to find your gender earlier, that was so rude of me!”

“O-oh!” Izuku is grateful you asked, but the reminder of your fingers in his fur has him looking away in a hurry. “Male! Male pronouns are good. Thank you f-for asking.”

You nod, once again vanishing into the room. He can hear you rummaging around and takes in your abode as he waits. 

Twisting in his seat, he hisses as something jabs him and slips a hand under his covering to find the source. Pulling out the miniature splint you'd made for his rabbit form, he smiles softly and sets it aside. 

“Here, these are the only clothes I could find. They belong to an old friend of Granny's. I’m sorry. I can get you something else when I go into town tomorrow.”

Looking up at you, he flaps a hand in front of his face. “Don’t worry! I’ll be fine with whatever.” 

The long night shirt is sure to fit him and while the cotton shorts are somewhat loose, they aren’t uncomfortable. They have to sit low on his hips, though, considering he has a tail and all.

As he changes, you’d fiddle away in the kitchen. Washing up by the sounds of it. “Would you like some cocoa?” 

“That’s a drink, right?” he asks, trying to remember. There are so many beverages and foods when it comes to humans. The fae are known for their own recipes as well. Cocoa isn’t one of them. 

“Yes, it’s milk-based, very rich and sweet. Do you want one?”

“Sure! That would be great.” 

He is always excited to try new things. Maybe he can write down the ingredients and let his mother try to recreate some if it proves to be delicious. 

He pales, head sweeping the room for something to write with. I forgot to message her!

“Sorry to bother you, but do you have any paper and a pen?” 

“Yeah! Hold on, let me leave this to warm… Okay,” you breathe, crossing the room and heading to a cabinet. Soon you’ve procured what he asked for, passing it to him. 

“Thank you.” 

He quickly begins his letter, missing the look of surprise you give him at his words. He keeps his message short and to the point. When he’s finished, he turns, grunting as he pushes up onto his good leg. 

“W-wait!” you cry, rushing forward to help. The warmth of your hands on him leaves him stumbling more into you then he meant to. The two of you gaze at one another, equally flustered by the close distance. 

“Sorry, I just need to get to the window. I need to deliver this to my mother or she’ll worry herself sick.” 

You nod, sticking to his side and acting as his crutch. Leading him to the closest window, you lift a latch and push it open. The chill of winter seeps through, causing the two of you to shiver. 

“How are you going to deliver it, though?” you ask, breath visible. “I don’t have any messenger pigeons or anything.”

“We fae are very persuasive with woodland creatures,” he laughs and sighs at the familiar scent of the forest air. 

Whistling to the winter breeze, you both wait in silence. You leave his side as something catches your attention in the kitchen, probably the cocoa, and warn him to keep the weight off his bad leg. 

By the time you return, he is already passing the folded paper to an owl’s claws, muttering in a language you don’t know, accent sharp. He catches you staring and smiles. 

“Cocoa’s done,” you say, shyly. “Here, let’s get you to a chair. I don’t want you standing for long.” 

“As you wish, elenya.”

There is that accent again. You purse your lips. “Is that what you’re gonna call me?” 

He nods, eyes evasive as you help him towards the living room once more. 

“What’s it mean?”

He chuckles, wincing as you help him into the chair. “Will that be your favor?”

“To know my nickname?” you laugh. “At least assure me it’s nice and not teasing me in any way.”

“I promise. It’s a name that fits you.”

You hum curiously, grinning as you leave and return with a steaming mug. He accepts it from you, careful as he handles the sides. It smells delicious. 

“I have a question, if you don’t mind,” you start after a few minutes have gone by in comfortable silence. 

“I don’t mind,” he nods to you, “go ahead.”

“Well, if you’re fae, why didn’t you just shift to get out of the trap?” You draw something against the surface of the table, eyes sticking to it. “I mean, wouldn't that have been easier?”

“The rope was laced with silver,” he murmurs, taking another sip of the warm beverage. 

“I had wondered about that…” You drift off, gaze hardening as you scowl. “They were trying to catch you.”

He ducks his head. “I have lived in those woods a long time and made a few deals with villagers nearby—some of them didn’t end well in their favor, but not because of me.” 

He shrugs, letting out a deep breath. “I’m not fond of spiriting away kids or the like, so that leaves wishes and, well, their greed gets the best of them, I suppose.”

“I see.” You finish your drink and sniff. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

He thanks you again, glancing up as you rise with your cup in hand. As you retreat to the kitchen he focuses on finishing his drink, marveling at your home again as he does. It really is quite cozy. 

“You know, I didn’t realize fae had animal features,” you call, water splashing in the background. 

“We can cast a glamor, but I wasn’t really thinking,” he excuses, taking one last sip. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I can hide them.”

“No, they’re lovely!” You appear to take his cup, grinning down at him. “I'm terribly fond of rabbits if you couldn’t tell by her.”

You nod to the hefty ashen rabbit asleep by the fire. “That’s Grey over there napping, my familiar.”

“She seems very happy here. Beautiful fur,” he says. 

“Not as beautiful as yours.” He grows unimaginably flustered as you stumble over your words. “I mean—well, you have a very cute rabbit form, so!”

He tries not to laugh as you shuffle away, your embarrassment palpable. And you think he’s the adorable one. 

“How long before I can walk, do you think?” he asks, shifting in his seat. From what he can tell the bone has already been set and besides a slight ache, he is almost positive he could walk again if he wanted. 

“Well, usually I would say a day, but you took well to my granny’s healing spell. It must be by your own magic, I guess.” You return to him, kneeling and reaching for his injured leg. “May I?”

Heart fluttering, he consents and holds his breath as your palms meet his calf. You are careful as you check him over, asking him how it feels when you do this or that. It’s definitely sore, but that was about it.  

“Well, you might be good enough to walk now. I’d give it the rest of the night just to be sure, though,” you decide, hands retreating. He already mourns their warmth. “You can have my bed. I haven’t cleaned Granny’s quite yet.”

“She only passed yesterday, did she not?”

You duck your head, rising to your feet with a sorrowful smile. “Yes, but we were both prepared. It was a long time coming.”

He frowns at your dismissal, reaching out to your hand to brush his knuckles against your own.

“That doesn’t mean it hurts any less.”

Your bottom lip trembles, but you are quick to clear your throat and step away from him. “I’ll go get my bed ready for you—”

“Please, I don’t want to take it,” he argues softly, “I’ll be fine where I was in my animal form. That blanket’s comfortable next to the fire.”

“No, that would be so rude of me to just leave you out here with Grey.” You set your eyes on him. “You’re taking my bed, Midoriya, that’s final.”

“How about a compromise?” he asks. “I’ll sleep in my rabbit form so t-there’s room for you as well.”

“Together, you mean?”

“It’s that or I’ll, uh, refuse it all together.”

“Oh, you’re a fae alright,” you chuckle, clearly flustered. “Very sneaky of you to share a bed with an unmarried maiden.”

“T-that’s not what I mean at all!” he squeaks, growing red all the way down his neck. 

You burst into giggles, the tables efficiently turned. Although you’ll never admit it, you would be happy to share a bed with him. One too many nights keep you awake, wishing for something to hold besides a cold pillow. Grey hates being that high off the ground. Of course, you’re not holding Izuku. That’d be inappropriate.

You give him your comfiest pillow to lay on at the end of the bed, smiling at his balled up form as his ears smooth over his back. His eyes are already closed, dozing away as you finish locking up the house and checking on the protection charms. After that, you settle under your covers, smiling as Izuku shifts his head atop his paws. He really is too cute for his own good. 

Exhaling a deep breath, you pull your quilts up over you and attempt to drift off.

It proves to be an impossible task. At first, you merely wonder about the favor you can ask of Midoriya and what you even want when it really comes down to it. Granny pops up before you can think of anything else, but you know better. Magic can’t cheat death, not without a heavy price to pay, and fae usually don’t deal in necromancy. 

You miss her terribly. It hasn’t been more than a day and you already feel so alone in this cottage. What will you do without her? All of her teachings? Her spellbook can only do so much and the darkness seems to be growing darker yet in the outer woods. Did Midoriya know anything about that? Did it have anything to do with the silver snare? 

Oh, Granny. I’m so scared. Your eyelids strain as your eyes burn behind them. Why did you have to leave?

Feeling a weight behind you, you sniff and turn, only slightly shocked when you come face to face with your houseguest. 

“I’m sorry, I heard you crying,” he whispers, nose almost touching yours. “Please, is there anything I can do? I hate to see you this way.” 

“No, no, I’m sorry. I just…” you say it quickly, wiping at your eyes. When your focus meets his, you let your wondering voice itself. “Why does it hurt you? We barely know each other.”

He watches you, eyes yearning. 

“Don’t we?” you ask, unsure.

“The truth is, I’ve known about you for quite some time now,” he admits lowly, and you could have sworn one of his freckles sparkle as it drifts across his cheek. “You have such a kind heart and pure intentions towards Greenwood, and you’re, uh, very pretty.”

For some reason, more tears stream down your face at his confession. You close your eyes to put a stop to them, but he is already brushing them away with his thumb, face ever so slightly closer to yours. 

“Please, elenya, tell me what I can do to help.”

He’s a fae, the very thing your Granny always warned you about, but you want to trust him. You want to trust that Izuku has a good heart. 

“I’m so scared now that she’s gone,” you confess, gasping quietly as you hold back your sorrow. “I’m all alone.” 

A sob slips free and his thumb is traded for his palm. He cups your face gently. 

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“You’re not, elenya. You have so many that care for you and even if you didn’t, I’d make sure you weren’t,” he whispers. 

You sniff, cringing at the volume of it. “With my favor, you mean?” 

“If you’d like, but, really…” You can see his blush even in the dim light of the moon through your window. “I don’t think I can stay away long after you send me off tomorrow. I like your company too much now that I’ve experienced it.”

A smile tugs at your lips. “I like your company, too, Izuku.”

He giggles abruptly, fully flushing at the sound to which you laugh. The two of you fall into mirth as the tears subsided for small, simmering joy. 

“Do you feel any better?” he asks. 

“Yes,” you nod, clasping at the covers. “I do.”

“Is there anything else I can do? I promise there’s no price.”

You shuffle your feet under the covers a bit, eyeing his beautiful freckles. 

“H-hold me?”

His eyes tick wider, but before you can take it back you hear him shift and watch as he inches closer, his arm slithering around your waist. You sigh into his embrace, melting in his warmth. He smells like rain and something floral. You hum in content, resting your forehead against his chest. 

“You smell good.”

He chuckles, holding you tighter. “Not as good as you, elenya.”

You peer up at him, smiling. “Seriously, what does that mean?” 

“Hmm, you have something to trade for that information?” he teases, surprised when you consider it. “I was just joking—!”

“Wait, let me think,” you shush, eyes closing. “I’m trying to think of what you’d want.”

“Don’t ask what I want.” You freeze, opening your eyes to find his own dark and focused wholly on your face. “I want too much, especially of you.”

“Of me?” you echo, breath catching as his nose brushes yours. 

“Of you,” he says. 

You swallow, eyelids fluttering. You can feel his breath against your lips. It smells sweet, the faintest scent of the cocoa you’d shared. 

“Fae love firsts don’t they?” He hums, seemingly lost in thought as his eyes sink lower on your face. You can barely find your voice with him so close. “First names...first child…”

 You hesitate as he holds you even tighter. His eyes are burning into yours again. 

“Would my first kiss suffice?” you ask. 

“I’d take your second,” his mouth skims yours, a hair’s width away, “as long as my lips are the last you’d ever kiss.”

If you weren’t so brain fried, you might be afraid. Never be able to kiss someone else? What if you fell in love tomorrow? 

No, you think. How could I? You’re already more than smitten tonight. What terrible timing. 

“You said you’d trade,” you remind him gently, “I offer you my first kiss, Izuku.”

He sighs, one of his hands splaying across your back and pulling you impossibly closer as if you might merge into one. You bite back a whimper as his lips skim your cheek and stop at your ear. 

“I accept,” he whispers. His mouth falls over yours shortly after. 

You gasp at the soft touch, his lips are warm then wet as his tongue trails across your bottom lip and dips into your mouth. The way it moves tickles at first, skimming the back of your teeth before meeting yours. After that, your mind softens, caught up in the way the muscle twists and his teeth nip when you need a breath of air. 

You nearly forget what you traded your kiss for, his hand tangling in your hair while his other caresses the bare flesh of your waist. Your nightgown had ridden up at some point. You’re too caught up in a lusty haze to care that your cotton briefs are the only thing separating Izuku from your most intimate parts. 

Only when he has pulled away, watching you catch your breath, do you remember what you’d wanted in the first place.  

“S-so,” you pant, “what does elenya mean?”

“My star,” he answers instantly, the heat of his palm trailing higher and leaving your heart to pulse among other parts. “It means ‘my star’ in the fae language.”

“Why star?” He rubs his nose against yours as you giggle. “Because I can read fate?” 

“Because you shine,” he murmurs, words shaking, “and you don’t even realize how much.” 

It’s so painfully honest coming from him that you almost believe it. Why he means it or says it to you of all people perplexes you beyond anything else. You don’t feel like someone who’d catch a fae’s eye or be adored by them simply for doing good deeds. It feels too lovely to be true. 

“What’re you thinking about?” His warm hand smoothes across your waist never rising and never falling. You find you wouldn’t mind if it wandered. 

“Why you want so much of me, yet haven’t tricked me to get it.” You know he has mischief in him. It slips out in small ways, glinting in his eyes when he phrases certain words. He has the ability to fool you over, but hasn’t.  

“I’m not forceful like the others. Tricking someone into getting something has never felt right to me. Fair deals and simple terms are better. Easier.”

“Yet, there are still people hunting you.”

“Fae are powerful,” he admits. “We have many uses in just one strand of hair, if you know how to use it. I could always have deals that ended well and still be their target—it’s the way of life here.”

“Not here,” you say, a quivering hand coming up to smooth the bangs framing his face back. “Not in my woods.”

“Your woods, huh?” he attempts to tease, but you remain serious. 

“That trap was nowhere near the boundary I made against poachers from the village. They know not to hunt there and if they do, it’s quick, painless deaths. Something’s going on.”

Izuku hums, you pull your hand away from his hair. 

“Do you know something I don’t?” 

“The fae are handling it. You shouldn’t have to worry about these things,” he says in a tone you feel doesn’t fit him. “There’s a reason we leave you warnings. You must heed them, especially now.”

“What’s going on, Izuku? Please, maybe I can help—”

“We won’t accept it.” His eyes glint in the moonlight as he stares into you. “This is something beyond your kind and you’ve been through enough, elenya.”

“I’m not some fragile damsel, you know,” you huff, pulling away as anger nips in your chest. 

“I know that.” He doesn’t force you to stay in his arms, but his hands to find yours, holding them tightly. “I just don’t want to see you hurt. Your grandmother asked us to keep an eye on you before she passed on.”

“She what?” 

“It was the least we could do with how much she’s helped us over the years—”

“Izuku, this is too much,” you sigh, shaking his hands away. “I need to sleep.”

His eyes glimmer in a way that nearly rips you asunder. He’s too beautiful to be sad, but you are tired and you don’t want to think of your grandmother anymore tonight. 

“You’re right,” he says. “Sweet dreams. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Before you can think to say anything else, he’s a rabbit again, hopping to the end of the bed and curling up in the same spot he’d been in at the start. 

You refuse to let the guilt build as you turn your back to him. Sleep comes eventually. When it does, it’s dreamless. 

[imdoingsortagay]

Agatha using an magic strap on R 🥹 need smut. Request smut 🧡

Here ya go anon <3

Warning: Mommy agatha, a bit of dirty talk, enchanted strap, talk of a breeding kink.

smut below so 18+ content below, minors DNI

She didn't know if this was gonna work, the spell is thousands of yeara old and she had only done it twice but you had maybe admitted to the older woman during a saturday night out that it would be hot of Agatha to breed you.

" I wouldn't mind if you were able to breed me baby" you say casually as the two of you sit in the mostly quiet bar, the only thing that could be heard were the different conversations between a couple other people with some bartenders.

" What ? "

" Oh cmon Aggie baby," you pause" for a witch I expected you to me smart and figure out what I like and don’t like “.

“ well I don’t just randomly go inside your mind-“

“ how about you do it now mommy?” You lean to the woman in front of you who’s very clearly failing to hide her blush.

“ how about you be a good mommy and ready your bunny’s mind , pretty please,” and it takes the puppy eyes from you before she dragged you to the bathroom that night for more

Now here Agatha was in the present , in her basement practicing a sore to use on her beloved purple strap before you get back from work. She’ll expect you to be tired from working the morning shift and as the good wife she is, will be there to be the source of relaxation.

“ Cmon magic , don’t fail me now ,” she mumbles to herself.

An hour and some testing later, Agatha makes her way back to the living room , patiently wait for your arrival as she wears her favorite purple strap under her sweats.

It doesn’t take long before Agatha can hear your car pull up into the driveway, using her magic to hear what you must be thinking in that moment.

“ Aggie you will not believe the day I’ve had at work,” you start rambling before your met with your wonderful girlfriend on the couch, the tent in her pants making your start to soak your underwear.

“ is there a special occasion happening today ?”

“ what if mommy wanted to just reward her pretty little bunny today?” and you don't say anything else. Closing the door, throwing your things on the floor then quickly making your way to kneel between the older womans open legs. Agatha tries to keep her composure at seeing her sweet bunny kneel between her.

" I think you know what to do from here bunny," Agatha says seductively and you pull down her sweats to see the dark purple strap on between her waist. You could tell that the woman above you must be hiding something as she's very easy to read.

The moment that you start to stroke her cock, Agatha lets out a couple of moans, confusing you a bit until you get more confidence to go faster just to see what her reaction is.

" Did you enchant the cock Mommy?" You ask in the most innocent of tones while Agatha moves her hips a bit more. Agatha nods at the feeling, wondering why she didn't try this sooner with you if it was gonna feel this good.

" How about you start using that mouth to suck my cock bunny before i thrust into-" and you don't have to be told twice by Agatha when she lets out a moan. She's never gonna want to use the strap on normally again after feeling your warm mouth on her cock.

" Bunny be a good slut and go faster, She orders as you try her best to suck her off but are failing. Lucky for you Agatha senses you trying your best and thrust her hips up while holding your hair. Both of you were in heaven as Agatha lets out the loudest moans possible compared to the gagging noises you are making.

" Be a good girl for me bunny i'm gonna cum in that slutty mouth, " Agatha orders as you take the strap out of her mouth, Agatha pumping quickly til ropes of cum ( unsure as if it's fake cum but it would be weird to ask rn) while your girlfriend lets outs some sexy groans.

" When did you find the time to enchant the strap Aggie?" You as her while coming to sit in her lap.

" Cause i wanted to help my pretty girl destress, " she mumbles, recovering from just cumming. Agatha giggles when you start to leave kisses all over her neck, feeling herself get horny all over again and ready to ravish you.

" Think my pretty bunny can go another round for mommy?" Agatha asks you, taking her cock and rubbing it against your wet pussy.

" Anything for you mommy", you say and feel the purple strap go into your wet cunt. The both of you groaning in unison of the feeling.

" Gonna use those holes of yours for the rest of the days sweet bunny".

[therentyoupay]

Hi, just wanted to say I really love you and Callimara's work on the the fic "More than you know" so far (I have watched Callimara's video multiple times, I AM OBSESSED) and now I am actively reading your other work. I am loving it so far, I am currently reading "Frosted Sea Glass". I wanted to ask a question. Since I saw a few others ask you about Jelsa headcanons, I was wondering if you have any relating to how either of them interact with children, or someone younger than them?? I am currently writing a fic where Jack has managed to gain himself a little helper spirit with his work, so I've been trying to think of some ideas to help them interact with the little spirit. Though we all know Jack would have the upper hand than Elsa, with his job as a Guardian of Childhood after all..

HI, and THANK YOU SO MUCH. 🥹💕🙏 it seriously means so much!! (i remember calli saying a few weeks ago that she wasn't sure how many people would end up seeing the video, and the two of us wondering if there was still anybody out there 🤣🥹 THANK YOU FOR CONNECTING HERE ON TUMBLR, and sharing your love an support 😭😭😭😭🙏 it feels like it's been so long since there has been this much activity in the jelsa tags, and it feels so good to see so many people this active again ✨💕) thank you for your lovely ask!! (and thank you for reading my beloved eternal-summertime-sadness!mermaid!au fic 😂🙏😭💕)

regarding your question, i have a few more for you!! 💕💕💕💕

in your story, re: Helpers:

to what degree does jack in your story consider his Helpers as: his children? his friends? His Fancy Professional Colleagues? his Annoying Co-workers? extensions of himself, his soul, his very being? (are they are part of him? when they hurt, does he hurt?)

how mischievous are these Helpers, and does he encourage/enable their naughty behaviors?

how does he manage their training or, perhaps if needed, discipline?

how does he express gratitude for their help, or pride in their accomplishments?

readers of at the center may remember that i gave jack three different Helpers (jackie, the frost bunny; jacqueline, the frost fox; jax, the frosty owl) in my story, and each Helper had their own personality, so his relationship (emotional, working/professional, etc.) was different with each! in that sense, it was really fun to explore jack's role as guardian not only as a Newbie to the A-team and as a low-key Guardian-in-Training for elsa, but also to see how he would fare "managing" a team of his own. like you, i LOVED playing around with how he'd connect with different Helper personalities! so, the questions listed above are just a few points that came to mind while writing this post, as i was sat here thinking about what questions i asked myself while i was exploring jack's behaviors in working with his Helpers in atc! 💕 i hope they're helpful!

general headcanons, re: interacting with kids:

here are some BIG questions that come to mind!

what do children represent to elsa, in your story? does seeing small children bring her nostalgia, bittersweet feelings, regret, happiness, hope for the future (of her kingdom, for herself?), memories of when she and anna were younger (and the childhoods that were ripped away from them when elsa was forced to isolate herself)?

does seeing small children bring up Old Fears about losing control and potentially hurting someone? (most people who have never held a baby before are going to be Anxious when someone thrusts a baby into their arms, but for elsa, who has all these additional supernatural worries on top of natural discomforts, how does that manifest in her reactions and behaviors?)

does seeing small children bring elsa a sense of hope and joy, remind her of some buried-down desire to be/curiosity of being a mother (to be like her mother, to be so much better than her mother, to do all the she can to be a parent who honors her mother), which for so many years felt like an impossible, impossible hope (which she pushed so far down inside herself she forgot the wish existed)?

do children bring up, regardless of her hopes/plans to physically bear and raise children, her maternal instincts? (how might you show that her maternal/older sister instincts/caregiving tendencies are at least partially rooted in—and in many ways connected to—her duties, honor, and obligations as the Mother of Arendelle, the Queen, the ruler over an entire family and kingdom of people) that feel natural and familiar? something new?

what do children represent to jack, in your story? at this stage of development, does jack still carry any resentment? fear of rejection or abandonment? excitement and security over feeling connected, feeling a sense of belonging? to what degree do the Helpers/kids fulfill his Need to be Needed; make him feel like he is helping someone, that someone relies on him and needs him?

to what degree is jack able, willing, and ready to manage the responsibilities or behaviors of someone else? for someone who has made a point of shirking responsibility and duty, and who (at the time of the movie) only recently started to change his preconceived notions of what it means to be a part of a team and to take ownership and accountability or to willingly submit oneself to a higher order of moral codes and rules and high-stakes responsibilities... how does he handle the emotions, decision-making moments, and physical strain of witnessing someone else take on such a role, especially with being higher up in the hierarchy of leadership? does jack consider himself a leader? (do the others consider him a leader at this point?) what do the other guardians think of jack's growth and progress (or lack thereof), at this point in the story? (do their perceptions change, throughout?)

to what degree do jack and elsa see these Helpers, or younger individuals, kids, etc. in ways that remind them both of their respective younger sisters? in which ways do jack and elsa see their sisters in these young individuals/Helpers? how are their behaviors toward, dialogues with and about, and perceptions of the Helpers/kids shaped by the relationships they have with their own sisters?

although jack may technically have more 'experience' (using this term loosely here lol) in watching kids behave (while he was invisible, or after) and knowing what circumstances allow kids/teens to engage in fun (a la the rotg movie, in which the other guardians were initially completely out of touch loololol, as you suggested), this experience as a guardian of the children may or may not entirely transfer to leading, managing, coaching, training, disciplining, or interacting with a Helper spirit under his care (or his jurisdiction). in your story, to what degree is jack naturally adept at being responsible for 'staff' under his leadership?? this could be a REALLY fun place to explore (which is what i really wanted to dive into in at the center!!)

also, consider: although jack may have had more years of working with younger kids, who has more experience leading? how might elsa (in her role as queen, or as a member of the Older Sister Syndrome community, or with her exceptional perceptiveness and observation and anxiety-driven need to constantly Read the Room and be prepared for Any Outcome) be able to teach jack? in particular, how might elsa be able to teach jack means of navigating difficult decisions, difficult conversation? how might elsa be able to share what she has learned from being a queen and a ruler with jack, so that he is able to fulfill his role as a mentor while still being true to himself?

before elsa was cut off from the rest of the world, she was undeniably a natural at being a fun, loving, caring, and protective Older Sister to anna; depending on where you are in elsa's development after she was cut off from the world and/or (potentially) found her way back, which elements of that core, buried, uncovered(?), Natural piece of her personality remain? how would they come out in interactions with kids now, at this point in your story (whether they emerge naturally, or are coaxed out by jack or the Helpers themselves)?

also, peacock that jack is, i wouldn't doubt it for a second that jack might, at first, be led to believe that he is more adept at handling Helpers/kids than he really is. 😂 ("piece of cake!!") he might feel emboldened by his 'years of experience' as a(n invisible) guardian, and he might further take confidence from his restored Memories of his human life with his sister and the village kids; but to what degree do these Memories actually translate into and help prepare him for the new responsibilities, dangers, and emotional connections with his Helpers/these kids ahead? how does jack handle the confusion, frustration, surprise, and shifting worldviews that occur when he realizes the depths of the differences between his old experiences and the new situations he faces? (how does jack handle struggling with learning something new? especially when he'd thought that it was going to be so much easier than it is...) how does jack handle taking advice from others (guardians, elsa, anna, Kristoff, etc.?) how does jack handle it when things don't go according to plan, especially when he expected a smoother ride? (😂)

how does elsa support and teach along the way (to jack and to the Helpers themselves)? what does elsa learn from the Helpers, from jack, through jack's navigation of these new challenges and how he overcomes them? how does jack learn from elsa as he watches her face these challenges beside him?? what do they (and do they not) learn from each other???

I HOPE THESE ARE HELPFUL. i suppose you can kind of see some hints of little headcanons i have popping out through these questions, haha!! wherever you are in your story, i hope that you have a lot of fun thinking through and exploring these different layers!! 💕💕💕💕 good luck with your writing, and please feel free to drop a link to your fic in the replies for anyone who might like to read it! 🫶💕✨ thank you, lovely!!

[eatmangoesnekkid]

Writing and curating “The Melody of Love” series has cracked me open again and again, so much light has entered. I never anticipated how the medicine of this book series would need to ‘work’ first on me in deep ways that I can no longer hide from myself. It has been this ongoing life-death-rebirth journey of renewing my commitment, doing what is excruciatingly hard over settling for what is easy and comfortable, stepping blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back into the archetypal unknown, not allowing my ego to lead over my heart, and letting go of the things I “think” I know in order to stimulate creative ways to feel safe inside the mystery. I have to bend, spread, and go all the way in it, submit to every whisper, and let life carry me. I keep crying and sweating (in other words, detoxing) every day —this is good news. This, too, are birthing pains. 🥹

Thankful to my ancestors, especially my Igbo-Hausa Mum, Miriam who preferred people to call her “Mary,” my council of Beloveds like Minnie, Donna, Eartha, and Marilyn, my herbal/plant allies like the gardenia, peony, rosemary, dandelion, lavender, and marijuana (yes a non-smoker can love marijuana, such a gorgeous, fragrant, and nourishing plant, a plant I spent 3 dedicated years bonding with, singing to, speaking life into and growing, and harvesting💃🏿), my fae spirits, my land companions, all stray and roaming dogs and cats, my winged loved ones, bees, hawks, and all blue-colored birds, my water spirits and mermaid kin, and my woodsy rootsy totems, deer, bumble bees, bunny rabbit, and rat (yes rat, ugh but it’s true). Grateful to my lover-warrior, sex/creative Goddess lineage. Grateful to the sky and tree tops. Grateful for the fire that lights my heart, hips, and spine. Grateful to the sun, moon, and night time stars I merge with in the mountains every night. Grateful to The Charming Lover for adoring me and allowing me to adore her in this life. —India Ame’ye

[hyuuukais]

✨✨✨ GOOODDDD MORNINGGGGGG LAKE ✨✨✨

it’s the beginning of a new week and i don’t think i’ve let u know how much u r appreciated lately 🤔 so here is ur little reminder that you are sooo loved + v v much sooo appreciated !! 🤭🤭🤭 i am happy to have such a talented, funny, caring, smart, strong person like u in my life !! kinda srsly crazy how time has just flown by since we met??? 🤯 but that’s partially because u make every interaction we have so fun. getting to know u has been fun!! idk if u knew this, but u are someone i think everyone wishes to know. u are as comforting as our sunshine twins 🫂, as dependable as our best leader 💪🏼, as lively as our artist/genius 🎨, as caring as our most beloved tsundre bunny 💖, as indispensable as our ambitious maknaes 💯 + i love sharing things w u/ telling u things bc you always match my energy and excitement - ur reactions make it just that much better 🫶🏼

this week i hope u take the time to appreciate U as much as i do!! pat urself on the back 👏, getchu a treat 😋, allow urself a extra little time that’s just for u, because U 🫵 deserve to bask in the same feeling of contentment and joy u provide for others 💞💞💞

here’s a little minsung + soonie & dori to hopefully get ur week off to a good start 🩵

+ if this week doesn’t go the way you want it to 🥺, pls remember that channie says you’re doing fine. theres always a brighter day just right around the corner - a chance to try again!! and i will be here in your corner cheering you on the whole time 🎉 🙌🏼 i love u !! ⚡️💙🍓🩵🫂

okay siiiighhh i guess i'm done gatekeeping this ask 💔💔💔

you 🫵 are the sweetest and kindest person ever and i can't even put into words how this ask made me feel ☹️💙 i've been feeling so consistently shitty for the past like 2 months, but you're always able to help put a smile back on my face 🫂 ilysm, and idk what i would do without you in my life. you've become one of the most important people to me and i hope you're in my life for a long, long time (how does forever sound?)

i know things for u lately have been stressful and not fun, but i hope u still remember to give yourself time to breathe and take care of yourself 🫵 get a little treat, listen to some music, watch your comfort show or movie, just take some time for yourself. you're so hardworking and deserve it. ily soooo so so so freaking much. hugging u 🫂💙🫵🥹🥺

[rainy-days-and-nights]

Tiger and bunny secret santa and I thought you drew Clurahob for Christmas and almost threw my phone at the wall 😭 merry christmas bubi 🩷

Nuuuuu JAJAJAJAJ my beloveds taibani 🥹🥹🥹🥹 KAJDIWSKDKD ALSO MERRY X MAS FREN!!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧