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[mickyschumacher]

[SUMMER SUNSHINE! PT.7]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: putting your differences and similarities aside, you've decided to take oscar berry picking and end up receiving something else entirely! or in which you should really thank hattie.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: lots of fluff, poor humour, berry picking finally, reconciliation, the finale!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: oscar piastri x childhood bsf!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3.4k+

𝐀/𝐍: the last part!! ahh! i've enjoyed writing this series so much that i even hacked away at it during my exams 🤫 thank you so much to everyone reading this, especially this special lil tag list! hopefully i can do something like this again vv soon ♡︎

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Oscar blinked rapidly, eyes wide at eight in the morning as you stood in front of him. He moved his hand, fingers pinching his skin harshly.

You were still there.

"H-Hi," he greeted in disbelief, using the door for support as he leaned on it. He hadn't seen or heard from you in three days. Hattie had quietly mentioned she had talked to you – more like bragged but that wasn't an argument he wanted to start.

Your eyes flitted between your surroundings and him before you sighed. Clearing your throat you, you gestured to your car with the nod of your head. "Get in," you simply stated.

Oscar straightened at the sound of your voice. He mended his brows. "Where are we going?" He queried, eyes watching your trailing figure head out while he quickly moved to grab his phone, keys, and wallet before closing the door behind him.

You peeked your head over the roof of your car. "Langwarrin," you responded.

Oscar gave you an odd look, repeating the location with confusion. That was at least a forty minute drive away.

"I promised Hattie a raspberry and lemon birthday cake this year. Those things don't just make themselves, you know," you retorted, pulling the door handle towards you and hopping into the driver's seat.

Oscar thought over your words as he sat himself into the passenger's seat. Ah yes. Hattie's birthday. Celebrating twenty-three years of annoyance that Oscar had to bear.

Clicking his seatbelt into place, Oscar blinked, face completely dropping. That was in two days. Shit.

You pressed your lips together in amusement as you turned on the ignition. "You haven't got her anything, have you?"

Oscar slumped into the head rest, rubbing a hand over his face. With everything that had been going on, he had completely forgotten. He had to physically wince. Hattie was going to kill him.

"You'll survive," you said over the engine as if you were reading his thoughts. "It'll be like a school project. You do your bit, I do mine. And then we'll both write our names on it."

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Oscar eyed the old sign planted at the entrance as you pulled into the parking lot.

The Bramble Farm.

Pick your berries local and fresh! Open 9am to 5pm.

"We're picking the berries?" Oscar queried, turning his head to you.

"Of course," you commented, unbuckling your belt. "Nothing but the best for my girl."

Oscar angled his head, nodding with slow agreement, watching you get out of the car and grab some baskets from the trunk. He sighed to himself. He needed to talk to you. But he just wasn't sure how to.

Hey I know we're picking raspberries for Hattie's birthday but can we talk about how much of a dick I was at Waterway for a sec?

Yeah... not happening.

Oscar sucked in a sharp breath. For now, he'd leave up to fate. Getting out of the passenger seat and hearing you lock up the car, you both entered the farm, eyes on the endless lush grass, abundant berry bushes, and the small paddocks of farm animals minding their own business.

As you headed over to the main building to pay for the both of you, Oscar was nudged by a freely roaming cat. He bent down, cautiously patting its brown fur. "Hey, buddy," he murmured before taking a peek at his collar. "Ah, sorry... Milo, of course," he chuckled softly.

Milo purred in response, bright green eyes curiously peering at Oscar.

"Any advice on how to apologise to someone?" Oscar quietly queried, gently rubbing the base of Milo's ears.

Milo blinked slowly as though he was pondering the question. His trail of soft meows made Oscar grin. "Just out with it, huh?" He deducted, ears perking to the familiar steps of your shoes.

"Oh who's this?" You gasped, arriving back to entrance before you also squatted down, in awe of the pretty brown fur.

Oscar watched Milo gravitate to you, immediately taking a liking to you. He laughed gently at how you played with the cat, quietly taking out his phone to open the camera. He pressed his lips together, struggling to contain a full blown smile as he captured Milo standing on his hind legs, paws playfully clawing at you, happy to be held by your hands.

"He's so pretty," you stated to no one in particular, rubbing Milo's cheek fondly.

Oscar put away his phone and smiled, brown eyes focused on you. "Very."

You looked over at Oscar, almost instantly nervous at the warm gaze he sported. You cleared your throat, slowly standing up. "We'll see you around Milo, okay?" You cooed before staring at the seemingly infinite grass. You breathed out slowly, handing Oscar a basket. "Boy, do we have out work cut out for us."

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You and Oscar both walked down one lane of the open fields, trying to gauge what raspberries were the best to pick after the owner had set you the criteria.

Oscar turned his head to the side, swallowing nervously while he watched you pick the berries with the same amount of intensity you used to study.

You hadn't said a word to him about anything else other than Hattie's birthday. Not to be dramatic, but it was killing him. And the Aussie sun at nine the morning wasn't doing him any favours.

Of course Oscar had been meaning to reach out to you. Especially after Lando had (surprisingly) knocked some sense into him. And after a lengthy pilates session with his mother that left him in more physical pain than he came in with.

Oscar trailed his tongue of his lip and sighed. It was now or never.

Your ears perked at the sound of your name falling from Oscar's lips. You turned from the bush, brow raised. "Yeah?"

Oscar stayed silent for a moment, resting his basket on the soil. "I..." he pursed his lips, trying to remember what his mother and Lando said. His chest slumped in defeat. "I'm sorry," he breathed.

You blinked at Oscar's admission, slowly picking another raspberry. You dipped your chin in acknowledgment. "For?"

"For being a dick like you said," Oscar sighed. "I shouldn't of avoided you. I should've apologised after I did. And I shouldn't of said those things about Blake. You were right. Blake's sweet and you should go out with him if you want."

You blinked, slowly putting a handful of raspberries into your basket. Oh. "Right," you said, that weird feeling of hope gradually simmering down.

Oscar chewed on his lip, detecting the hint of disappointment in your voice. "I..." he started, capturing your attention once again, "I was jealous," he admitted.

His heart was like thunder in his chest, creating chaos in waves. God, he think he felt sick.

Your eyes widened as you paused everything. Hattie had said it first but actually hearing it come out of Oscar's mouth made it feel surreal. "J-Jealous?" You stuttered in disbelief.

Oscar nodded slowly, carefully sounding his words. "Of Blake. He's liked you since we were kids. Even then he was really sweet to you. He just makes it all look really easy. I guess I thought I couldn't compare," he shrugged, furrowed brows easing with realisation.

You flickered your eyes to him before eyeing the miniature stains of raspberry on your palms you had gotten unintentionally. The light flush shined. Your hands felt clammy under the sun. Heart beating faster with every second passing. Maybe the heat was getting to you.

"Compare what? Make what look really easy?" You queried nervously.

Oscar's brown eyes fell to you and the softness inside of them almost terrified at you. The tilt of his head, the slight raise of his brows, the gentle smile... as if he was saying you should know.

The flirting... the talking...

"That I like you."

Oscar stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I just... I don't know how to navigate it. I've never been this... out of control with my emotions," he murmured, eyes falling to the soil before reverting back to you when he heard you laugh.

Oscar furrowed his brows. Were you laughing... right after he had told you he liked you? He quickly moved at the raspberry you had thrown his way, arms covering himself before turning to you with curious eyes.

You quieted down, breathing slowly, smile still present on your face. "Oscar, you idiot," you muttered with a slight shake of your head, "I said be loud so I can hear you."

"What?" He asked, confusion only growing.

You leaned your head to the side, eyeing him carefully "If you're drowning, you can't struggle silently. You should be loud so I can hear you," you reminded.

Oscar narrowed his eyes, hurling a raspberry back at you. "Speak for yourself. Pretending like you weren't crying in front of me the other day," he huffed.

You captured the singular raspberry in your basket and smiled softly at his words. You didn't even have the heart to feel hurt. "Hypocrite, I know," you murmured, turning to pick a few more from the bushes. You looked down at your basket and peeked a look at Oscar's who could still feel staring at you. Nodding to yourself, you opened you mouth again. "That's enough. Let's go."

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The ride back to your house was silent. Not uncomfortable, however. Just silent.

Oscar felt like most of the weight on his shoulders had dissipated. There was only one thing left to deal with but that was more up to you than it was to him.

Oscar watched you take out all of the ingredients from your pantry. A container of flour, sugar, carton of eggs, a couple of lemons, your freshly picked and washed raspberries, butter, oil, baking powder and soda, and cream cheese.

He blinked, startled when he found your eyes on him. You smiled gently. "If you have no gift, at least you can pride yourself in making Hattie's cake. Although, I still have a solution for your gift."

Oscar pursed his lips, leaning his bodyweight on the kitchen counter. "I thought you said I couldn't cook. In fact, the word you used by the end of it was 'hopeless' if I remember correctly," he reminded, grin stretched onto his face.

You rolled your eyes. "Well, this is baking for one. And secondly, I'm still debating whether I should let you put the raspberries on and just lick the spoon like a kid," you said with a small shrug.

Oscar huffed with amusement, shaking his head lightly. "You have no hope in me, do you?" He murmured, inching towards you to help.

You turned to him, eyes bright as you grabbed a large bowl. "You don't believe in my Oscar shrine in the living room?"

Oscar smiled at your words, looking at the clear view of the shelf he had seen when he first came here, still shining with his helmets and news clippings. "Well... I don't not like it," he admitted. "Very thoughtful."

You hummed in response, grabbing your measuring cups from the drawer behind you. Scooping some flour into one cup, you let it fall through a sieve and into your bowl. "If it helps," you started, repeating the same action, "I wouldn't do it just for anyone."

Oscar flitted his eyes to you, raking you in like he was memorising you. "Yeah? So I'm not just anyone then," he commented, taking a step closer to you, leaving barely centimetres between the both of you.

You inhaled slowly before swallowing, trying to dampen the nerves setting your skin alight. Your heart was clambering yet again. You wondered if it ever rested around Oscar.

"You're someone," you replied idly, looking back at the the sieve, clearing away the plume of flour in the air.

"Just someone?" Oscar queried, taking some of the fallen flour on the counter and wiping it on your cheek.

Your lips parted, eyes hooked onto his before falling to his mouth. You swallowed again. His fingers remained on your cheek, slowly moving to hold your face while his thumb smoothed over your skin. You could feel your cheeks burn and a part of you almost hated it.

Oscar watched your tongue trail over your lips as you nodded slowly. "Just someone," you confirmed, voice shaky.

Oscar brought his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you closer. Your body stilled as his voice worked barely above a whisper. "I need to know," he rasped, a rawness underlying while he memorised every inch, every crevice of your face.

You rubbed your lips together, wanting to play dumb one last time. "Know what?"

Your name fell from his lips almost in desperation, exhausted with your tease, restless for an answer that would either make or break him while his eyes pleaded you.

The very ones you looked into before he left.

The very ones that had haunted you for years on end.

The very ones you had met once again.

Oscar could feel his resolve break with every passing second he saw the warm smile sprawl onto your face. "I like you too, you absolute idiot," you muttered.

Without a second thought, Oscar's head dipped down, feeling the warmth of your face as your noses brushed. He could feel himself getting equally as flushed as you, cheeks reddening. His lips hovered over yours before he finally pushed himself to meet them.

It had felt as if the whole world had washed away. If you had anything else to say to each other, it was all being said at this very moment. All you could feel each other. His hand fell from your neck to your waist, bringing you closer to him. His fingers sneaking past the hem of your shirt and grazing your bare skin.

To each other you were molten to the touch, the pure form of magma itself, neither of you could help bring each other closer, as if you would bring sanity to each other's hunger for each other. Oscar' lips went down your jaw and to your neck as you had to gasp for air.

You could feel Oscar's grip on your waist tighten as he reeled himself in, chin nestling into your collarbone. Both of your chests heaved, the silence of your actions making your skin burn.

Oscar pulled his head away to take a look at you. He pressed his lips together in amusement upon spotting your flustered face trying to shy away from him. He groaned quietly, hands gently grabbing your face. "You're too sweet," he grumbled, feeling a sudden wave of cuteness aggression come over him.

You swatted his hands away, feeling the heat in your cheeks only deepen. You sighed, looking over at the cake you still needed to finish. You turned to Oscar with a raised brow. "I'm warning you now... keep your hands off me until we finish this cake."

Oscar's lips parted in shock as if you had just told him Rocky had been resurrected. His lips jutted out, like actually jutted, while he pulled you close to him again. "No... a kiss for every raspberry at least?"

You rolled your eyes, unable to stop the wide smile on your face. "Oh my God, you're such a loser," you retorted, laughing softly to yourself. "Is it too late to get rid of you?"

Oscar grinned, pressing a long kiss to your cheek. "As if you wanted to."

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Setting up Hattie's birthday party had been a breeze with everyone's help. You and her boyfriend had picked a theme after going back and forth on all the things she loved which lead to you to this year theme: Hattie.

Yup. Very creative.

You had gone all out. Oscar and Mae made photocards of Hattie across the years. Edie had curated a very specific playlist with your guidance. Nicole had taken it upon herself to make cocktails and mocktails based on some of her favourite songs – and a lovely t-shirt with the birthday girl's face on it. Chris had decorated their house with lights, garlands, and balloons. You, Oscar, and her boyfriend had gone as far as to create 'Hattie Trivia' which of course you had won in the end.

Needless to say, Hattie was pretty impressed.

And also eagle-eyed.

Eagle-eyed enough to corner you and Oscar.

Hattie pursed her lips, eyes scrutinising the both of you very carefully, arms folded. "I see you two are on talking terms," she cautiously stated.

You and Oscar took a glance at each other. You hadn't exactly told Hattie that you were officially together. Partially because she'd freak out in the best way possible and the both of you wanted at least two days of the calm before the storm.

"We are," you commented idly, unsure of what to say.

Oscar rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand and intertwining them with his own. "Are you happy now?" He queried, giving his sister a pointed to look.

Your cheeks burned, shaking your head lightly while you covered your face with your free hand. Oscar had yet to know the lengths of which Hattie had created this 'happiness.' She wouldn't let him forget to the end of time.

"Oh thank God," Hattie let out a relieved sigh, shoulders slumping with ease. "I only wanted one gift this year."

"Which is?" Oscar queried.

"For you two to get together," she stated liked it was obvious.

Oscar furrowed his brows, eyeing his sister oddly. "How would you have known we would get together?"

It was now your and Hattie's turn to taking a knowing glance at each other before she burst into laughter. Oscar's confusion only worsened. "What? Why are you laughing? What's going on?" He asked, corner of his lips quirking in a befuddled amusement.

"Are you going to tell him or should I?" Hattie questioning, folding her arms.

You sighed, turning to Oscar. "Hattie... kinda set us up," you admitted defeatedly. "The tent... the airport... basically everything we did this summer."

Oscar raised his eyebrows in surprise, thinking back to all those events. "I'm gonna have to give you some actual credit here, Hats. You have actually have a brain up there."

Hattie rolled her eyes, waving her hand in dismissal. "Yeah yeah, whatever."

Oscar pursed his lips, eyes narrowing on his sister. "You're never going to let me forget this, are you?"

A grin appeared on Hattie's face. "Glad you know something," she retorted before returning back to her party.

Oscar smiled gently, turning to you. His head dipped tone, voice low as he whispered in your ear. "At least she doesn't know about the midnight swim."

You snorted. "Or the berry picking. Although there still one thing we didn't complete on her list."

"Oh?" Oscar queried, hand smoothly travelling to your waist. "Do go on."

You laughed softly, flinging your arm around his neck. You eyed the freckles on his face, connecting them as you spoke. "You were supposed to get a day where you get to do anything you want."

Oscar mended his brows at your words. "Why? Why was there even a list in the first place?"

"Well, Hattie had other intentions, obviously. But after you talked about having such a hard time in my kitchen, well, I did promise you I'd give you the best summer ever."

Oscar's eyes softened, chest tightening as he quickly read between the lines. He pressed his lips to your forehead, letting the kiss linger before pulling away. "Well, you succeeded. This is the best summer ever. Not just us. But the memories... the talks... I want you to know, I really appreciate them. I appreciate you and your efforts. Even if you won't admit it," he murmured, warm breath just fawning over your face.

You smiled gently, another laugh escaping your lips. You played with his hair gently while you spoke. "You're so cheesy. Did Herdfortshire teach you that?"

Oscar squinted, pretending to mull over your words before grinning and leaning in, his lips barely a centimetre away from yours. "Can't say they did. Probably learnt it from you."

You gasped playfully, retracting your hands while you narrowed your eyes at him. "Please. I am no cheeseball."

"I mean berry picking? Baking a cake?" Oscar raised his brows, calling your name gently as though it was a cheeky chide. "We did speeches for Rocky," he maintained, grin teetering on his face.

"I–" you blinked, unable to stop smiling widely. "Fine," you grumbled in defeat, feeling his arms pull you closer once again. You tried to not shiver under the softness of his eyes but failed. "We're both cheeseballs. It would've been easier to leave you in a museum all summer."

Oscar pursed his lips, an easy smile falling onto his face while he laughed quietly. "I'll take that."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[jupiterpiss]

Hi it's nivi anon again,,, i just read y9ur response and it got me thinking... you had me toned the blood dripping into his mouth and it got me thinking about how he can't come inside places uninvited SO THAT MADE ME THINK OF

him begging and pleading to penetrate you because he can't come inside without permission..... same thing going for actually coming inside of you..

Now imagine, you just sucked off the devil, his cock desperate for release but readers like naaaahhhhhhh this' payback or whtvr or jdut cus they wanna see him all fucked out cus it's such a pretty sight to see. Legs trembling, twitching cock bare out for all to see. Chest heaving, senses tingled. Aling with his bloodlust, he really really just wants to feed on and thrust into you but he's being good so that way he's able to cum inside reader's warm spongey walls. To be truly close. (What's closeness if you aren't inside the one you love, yk???????? ) but anyways, hes already ready to go even if his cocks gonna hate him for the amount of "exercise" it's gettin. So he starts to tug at reader's hair, hands shaky, begging fir her to slow down before he bursts. Reader, with their sparky ass dome attitude, pulls away, playing a bit, claiming they don't want to ride him like they said they wanted to about an hour ago. He pleads and begs , promiding he'll be good and he'll try his best to hold out.

"Love ple-please..." His fingers tug onto your slip on, caressing and tracing little doodles into your skin. Slowly trailing up to your inner thighs. Gripping your plush thighs. Looking up at you with that pout, and big bright puppy dog eyes. Yk that look he gave to stack n everyone inside the juke joint when bo was standing next to him. Yea. Basically that face, staring up at you, whining, desperately craving that warm goodness around his thickness.

"Please let me please..." he grabs you, propping you onto of him, setting you to straddle over him. Holding onto your hips, guiding your slit to glide along his shaft. Whining and groaning about how good you feel. He wants that cookie man. Give him dat cookie.

Im too horny for this neck chomper. He shoudl be glad he ain't a real person or else I'd be slurping that shit up and down forever just to hear him calling out my name 😩

-nivi anon

AHHH AHHHH AHHH nivi your fucking mind I’m gonna take it to study, beware. LMAOO no but really HELLO AHHH. Omg??? OMG??? Everyone praise Nivi and say FUCKING THANK YOU IN THE COMMENTS. I added a few other ideas but babe you took the fucking cake, so these are the crumbs.

He absolutely goes fucking crazy when you start to mess around, like absolutely feral. Breaks down and everything, so confused on why THE FUCK you changed your mind about riding him even tho you were begging to seconds earlier. Like bitch fr now that I’m hot and bothered, you don’t want this??

But it’s pay back for all the times he’s done it to you too, all the times he teased you to the point of tears while laughing all giddy. But you hold all the cards now, cause a motherfucker is not getting ANYWHERE without an explicit “okay” or “yes, come in” which is like.. he is final boss of asking for consent.

What do you guys think happens when he goes in somewhere without permission? Cause in my mind he gets burned, sorta like what the sun does, and so that really forces him out. Sooooo when you keep messing with his dick, tapping it against your entrance and lightly sticking it in, just a litttttttle bit, he gets burned. And that sucks. So you keep rubbing back and forth, making sure he doesn’t actually fully slip in cause his shit will get FUCKED UP. Like burned to singe and that really gets him going cause there’s the added risk of his dick being cooked off. So both of you kinda have to be careful but also his teeth are chattering for how excited he is.

This is exciting!! But you don’t let him in LMAOO won’t allow him to even tho he keeps asking.

“Can I?”

You shake your head. Give a few shallow glides against his shaft before he’s asking again, “Now?”

“No.”

He whines, “fuckin when then?”

You shrug.

I also think that even with you having control on whether his dick remains mangled free or not, he would still act like he has the upper hand. Like sureee okay he can’t really fuck you BUT he can still talk back to you

“Don’t fuckin shrug at me.”

“I’m showing you that I don’t know when,” you chirp back. Despite the conversation at hand, your gaze remains down to where you lightly coat him with your slick.

He smacks your thigh, “look at me, look at what you’re doing, being all rude.”

You stop. And stare. Do exactly what he said to do, cause if he really wants to go around hitting you to get his orders heard, then fine. Here.

He whines, “don’t stop- why’d you stop-“

“Said to look at you.”

LMAOO actually taking what he said fr just to further fuck with him.

He asks to come inside again and ur like “you did tho?? In my mouth remember??” And he’s pissed. He actually hates it when he asks to fuck you, to let his dick in and ur like “yeah I let in a dick already,” and point at him.

I don’t think he would find any of that funny.

[erosmutt]

　★　REVIVAL　⨟　H. Solo

﹙characters﹚︰Han Solo

﹙pairing﹚︰TRAILER/WHITE TRASH!DAD!Han x GN!Reader

﹙synopsis / request﹚︰ "Reader finding out trailer trash Han is their father and tries to reconnect with him. You come over and his trailer is all messy and whatever but it’s your father! Gotta cut some slack, right? Anyway, you suggest to watch a movie but all he has is pornos on disc, so you put a random one in the disc player and it turns out to be incest porn. You cut it to the chase, you suck your dad’s dick while he watches porn. -🐖"

﹙content warnings﹚︰ read the request <3 ,, age gap (han is about 40 and reader is 21)

﹙notes﹚︰ please do not complain about "wahh incest" in my comments i do not give a fuck. dad!han my beloved.

It had been years since you found out Han was your father. As soon as you turned 18, your mom started pestering you to find a job, to get out of her house, to stop mooching off her. So, out of frustration, you asked her for your dad's contact info, and she found it and gave it to you with a backhanded 'good luck' before telling you to piss off. You would talk to him here and there, shooting him a text every so often, and he'd text back that he was busy at work or, when he was free, he'd actually have a conversation with you. Once you got older and more confident and graduated to phone calls, he asked you if you'd like to come see him, and you agreed, giddy to get the hell out of the shitty apartment you share with your mother.

Only to discover that the apartment is luxurious compared to your dad's busted up trailer.

As soon as you step into the door, you scrunch your nose. Empty beer cans quite literally everywhere. Half smoked cigarettes, cigarette butts, overflowing ashtrays, dirty dishes piled on the counter, stacks of unopened mail that has to be at least three years old on the table beside the couch . . .

"Hey, sweetheart!" Han exclaims, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You let out a tiny squeak of surprise, awkwardly wrapping your arms around him in return, giving his back a few pats. This is the first time you've met him—at least that you can remember—and he's already so touchy. Maybe that's just the type of person he is. Seems like it. You smile against his chest, the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne assaulting your nose. "Hi... uh, dad."

He pulls back and holds you by the arms, his hazel eyes looking over your face. "God, you look just like your mama." He flashes you a lopsided grin that, combined with his toned, hairy chest that's on display thanks to his open flannel, makes your stomach pool with warmth. "Speakin' of, how's she doin'?" He asks, pulling you over to the couch, kicking a can out of the way with practiced ease. You silently wonder how many beer cans are forgotten underneath the couch. "She's good," you respond, still feeling put-off for some reason as you take in the cheap decor, "working. Rent in the city isn't cheap."

"Tell me about it," he says, sighing and falling back onto the couch with a beer you didn't even register him grabbing. He cracks it open, spreading his legs obnoxiously wide before motioning to the couch beside him. "Come on now, sweet thing. Sa'down, stay awhile. Wanna get to know my little one. Well, big one." He grins. Ah, what the hell. You make your way over and sit down, patting your thighs nervously.

The day stretches on, conversations had over cheap beer and greasy takeout. "Why don't we watch something?" You suggest, already moving to the unlabeled DVDs in their cases on the TV stand. He shrugs. "See what you can find, sweets." He says, tossing his empty container across the room and just making it into the trash can. After coming across one case, you turn it over, skimming the back of it. It's vague, so you pop it into the player, returning to the couch.

Then, the intro plays, cheesy 80s porno music playing, bright colored words flashing onto the screen.

"Following a bizarre fantasy sequence, this father/son/daughter trio gets steamy! HOT daddy/daughter/son action! Totally Taboo! Father & Daughter & Son star in this XXX film!"

What the fuck?

Your eyes widen, mouth agape. Han widens his eyes, quickly grabbing the remote and pausing the film, his cheeks and the tips of his ears flushing red. Slowly, you turn and look up at him, blinking in disbelief. "You sick fuck!" Is the first thing that leaves you, more angry than anything else. Disgusted is what you probably should be.

Han chuckles nervously, raising his hands in a placating gesture, the beer in the now half-empty can sloshing audibly with the motion. "Hey now sweet thing, hold on a minute. Don't go gettin' all weirded out on me. Everyone's got somethin' they're into, and this just so happens to be what your old man's into." He shrugs, hoping the damage control is working. The first meeting with this deadbeat bastard and you discover his fucking incest fetish. Against your mental wishes, your cheeks go pink as you look at him, unable to really form any words. God, you look so scared, so unsure, and when your gaze catches his half-hard cock in his jeans, your breath hitches. "Why are you hard?!" You whine.

"Why are you looking?" He shoots back with a smirk. Touché. "C'mon now, we could use some daddy-kiddo time anyways, can't we?" He asks, putting his free hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze. "You couldn't even be bothered to hide your weird fetish porn?" You ask. He scoffs. "Fuck nah, this is my place. I do whatever I want, whenever I want. You'll learn that real quick bein' 'round your daddy, sweetpea. Now, you gonna keep whinin' or are you gonna kick back and watch the movie with me?"

Weighing your options, you stare at him idly for a moment. You could either wait here awkwardly for two hours for your mom to come pick you up, or you could do this and sleepover and wait two hours for your mom to come pick you up in the morning. Ultimately, you decide on the latter. "Fine," you murmur, "we can watch."

Throughout watching the cheap porno, Han has adjusted himself at least about five times, and not discreetly either. He knows that you're gawking at the outline of his fat cock and he loves it. "Ya know, if y'keep starin' i might have to do somethin' about it, dollface." Dollface. What are you, a cheap whore? You promptly look away, clearing your throat. The hand previously on your thigh finds it again before sliding to your hip, up your side, up to your chest, thumb grazing over your nipple before eventually finding your face. "You wan' your daddy's cock in your mouth, don't you? You've been itchin' to taste it all afternoon. Well, go on." Han pulls away, spreading his legs wider, if possible. A clear invitation.

You swallow down your embarrassment, realizing that within the walls of your dad's trailer, embarrassment has no place. Getting down on the floor, you feel like you're going to pass out. On your knees, in your daddy's dirty trailer, about to suck him off. Absolutely fucking disgusting. You reach up and unfasten his jeans and he lifts his hips, letting you pull his jeans down along with his boxers. His cock bounces free, hitting his stomach with a 'plap,' making you whimper at how intimidating the entire situation is. It's not that you don't want this. Quite the opposite, actually—you want it bad. "That's it, now put it in your mouth."

Han reaches forward, caressing your face. You look at his cock, wrapping your hand around it, giving him a couple strokes before you part your lips and take the swollen tip in your mouth, immediately frowning at the taste of his bitter precum. No wonder, he has a shit diet. He grunts, grabbing your hair. "Don't fuckin' tease, get it in your mouth. All of it." Steeling yourself, you open your mouth and relax your throat as you try to take more of him, but you can only really go halfway, and he's content with that for now.

He grabs the remote and turns the TV up, the moaning definitely loud enough to be heard by anyone passing by his trailer since the window is open. After tossing the remote down, he replaces it in his hand with a beer, taking a swig while the other hand tangles in your hair, fucking your head up and down onto his cock. The sounds of your gagging plus the exaggerated 'daddy' coming from the television making the whole thing so incredibly sleazy, the beer being the cherry on top. He can tell you're hesitant, so he gives you some encouragement.

"Don't you worry sweetpea, you've got plen'y o'time to get better at suckin' your daddy's dick. All the time in the world 'fore your mama comes along to collect you."

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Gemtho Fortnight Day 2

prompt: gem using etho to relieve stress?

cw: nsfw

Gem spots Etho the moment she flies over Tango’s factory.

He’s in his yard, his usual outer jacket discarded as he hauls rocks along the edge of his river.

As she gets closer, he pauses, shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand as he glances up at the sky, apparently hearing her rockets.

She doesn’t bother with a greeting as she lands, heading in his direction, and she almost laughs when he takes a step backward.

“What did I do?” he asks, which is when she realizes he thinks she’s mad at him.

She moves closer, grabbing the front of his shirt, holding him still with one hand, her other hand grabbing at his mask to pull it down.

She kisses him roughly, messily, and he pushes a noise of surprise into her mouth.

But after a moment, his palm settles against the small of her back and he kisses her in return, his movements slow and careful, clearly trying to calm her the only way he knows how.

She lets him, her hands tightening on him, even as she breaks away to catch her breath.

“Okay?” he asks and Gem grunts.

“I will be.”

She nudges at him, encouraging him in the direction of his house, and he goes easily, knowing what she’s looking for.

They’ve been together long enough now that he understands.

“What was it this time?” he asks, and Gem blows out a heavy breath, two fingers tucking into his belt loop, letting him lead her along.

“A new build,” she admits. “I can’t decide what I want to do with it.”

Etho grunts in acknowledgement and leads them inside, his mask disappearing into the pocket of his pants when he tugs it off.

Gem kicks the front door shut behind them, following Etho upstairs, her hands greedily sliding up his back, feeling his muscles and the dampness of his shirt from sweat.

It’s been a few days since she last stayed at his place — he’s mostly been at hers — but the bed is still unmade, and when Etho tugs his shirt off and drops it on the floor, it joins the mess already there — a mix of both their clothes.

Gem crowds closer, already knowing what she wants.

“On your back,” she tells him, kissing between his shoulder blades and giving him a shove, just in case he thinks she’s going soft on him.

He does as she orders, lying on the bed, limbs splayed out for her to do whatever she wants.

She unbuttons her shirt, pulling it off, quickly followed by her bra, and his gaze drops, as greedy as she feels.

Her pants and underwear follow suit, and she feels powerful seeing the way his body quickly responds, a crease forming in his lap.

She’s not interested in that, though. Not yet, anyway.

His hands come up to support her when she crawls over him, and she pauses just long enough to kiss him, before shifting even higher up — a knee on either side of his head.

Etho’s expression fills with understanding, and when she reaches down to grab a handful of his hair, he lets out a quiet breath that she feels between her legs.

She likes him this way. He can’t run his mouth if he’s putting it to good use, and when she shifts enough for him to finally reach her, she moans.

He’s the perfect stress relief.

He works at her with his tongue, knowing what she likes, what she needs when she gets this way.

He holds her gaze, and it doesn’t matter how many times Gem makes him do it, she’s still affected by how calm and collected he is as he takes her apart.

She lets go of his hair, carding her fingers through it instead, and she watches the way the hinge of his jaw shifts.

“That’s good,” she encourages, and when she grinds down against him, he moans, the noise buzzing over her clit and making her breath catch.

His hands slide up her thighs, broad and unrelenting, his thumbs opening her up a little more, making it easier for him to suck at her, to drag her closer to the edge.

She kind of wishes he could shove a couple of fingers into her, to give her something to squeeze around, and for a moment, she thinks about climbing off to ride his cock instead. But this isn’t about him. She’ll make him wait until later to come. If he’s desperate enough now, he can use his own hand.

She grinds down again, starting to set an actual rhythm, and she feels her orgasm building.

“Might be your best one yet,” she tells him, voice tight, hands reaching up to clutch at his pillows, and he makes another noise against her, maybe forgetting he can’t respond. “It doesn’t fix any of my problems, but it’s a pretty good distraction.”

He catches her gaze, expression seeming to ask, only pretty good? and Gem grins down at him.

He can’t run his mouth, but she sure can, and it has the desired effect.

His hands move, grabbing her hips instead, pulling her harder against him, and Gem tosses her head back, gasping as the pleasure soars.

“You’re almost more desperate than I am,” she gets out, breath catching when he aggressively sucks on her clit — though it’s too much for her to come.

But when he lets her go, easing up on her, he does something devastating with his tongue and she shakes apart above him.

“Etho,” she whines, her orgasm rocking through her, hard and fast, and she has to force herself up, to keep from crushing him between her legs completely.

“Jeez, Etho,” she pants, and when she glances down, he licks his lips like he can’t get enough of her taste.

She groans, the spike of heat that goes through her too much after just coming.

She gives herself a moment before scooting backward, collapsing against Etho’s chest with her face pressed to his throat.

He smells like sweat and her wetness and like himself — a scent she can never get enough of.

It’s quiet, just the sound of them catching their breaths, and Gem has no complaints.

“Want to help me with my river?” Etho eventually asks, one hand smoothing up and down her back and Gem lets out a laugh.

“Is that your price? For helping me?”

Etho snorts.

“If I was smart I’d have a price.”

Gem carefully pushes herself up on one elbow to be able to peer down at him, smiling.

“Good thing you’re not smart then, huh?” she says, but leans down to kiss him, just to make sure he knows it’s a joke.

He kisses back, mouth gentle, his hands settling on her hips.

“Feeling better?” he asks after a moment and Gem hums against his mouth.

“A little,” she tells him, catching his gaze and grinning.

“A little,” he repeats, his arms coming up to wrap around her, and it's clear they won’t be finishing his river.

She laughs breathlessly as Etho rolls them over, and she knows they’ll be lucky if they make it out of his bed before the sun sets.

[waitingandwishing]

HIIIII!!!! If you’re not busy or anything do you think you can do a Sbg Main six(separate) x protective short reader reader. Like Reader will actually throw hands with anyone who disrespects *Sbg character* no hesitation. So basically they’re very good in hand to hand combat and will kick butt to protect them in any way. Especially if Barron or one of his dumb friends try anything. And if someone tries to put their filthy hands on *Sbg character* all hell breaks lose.

Ps: LITERALLY LOVE THE WRITING KEEP IT UP!!!! BUT DONT FORGET TO DRINK WATER!

this lowkey me? (not really...)

-> context: short and protective!reader

-> fandom: school bus graveyard

-> warnings/tags: fighting, bullying, female reader

ASHLYNN

Somehow you're literally shorter then Ashlynn. Actually, there's no 'somehow', you probably just didn't drink enough milk when you were younger (That's what Aiden says for some odd reason).

You're quite literally the definition of "gremlin" in Ashlynn's eyes. Chaotic, short, ready to fight hands, short. Y'know, the usual gremlin stuff.

The redhead vaguely remembered walking with you down the halls before hearing someone talk about how "arrogant and self-righteous she was". She was going to ignore it. 'Going to' being the keyword as you walked right up to them and confronted them about it.

"Huh?! What did you say? Say it again, I dare you! Ohhhh, you're so quiet now, huh?!" She had to drag you to class before the bell ring after that but she was grateful that you cared.

When the SBG gang is training with Ashlynn's parents, she's surprised at how well you can hold your own against her mom. Usually the gang lasted about fifteen seconds but you and Emma seemed to be getting along pretty well. Ashlynn wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not though.

AIDEN

You need to drink more milk. You don't understand why he says this but you've heard it at least twice a week. It's not annoying and you don't exactly mind, it's just... Odd?

Physical space? What’s that? “Aiden.” “I missed the seat.” “You were sitting in it.” “But now I’m sitting in your seat. Which is better.” You don't shove him off, but you sigh like you regret every life decision that led to this.

He's seen you kick Barron's ass more times then he could count. It wasn't like you were looking for a fight, it was just the fact that Barron made himself everyone else's problems. Whether that was because he didn't get enough attention at home or… Well, anything other then that, he wasn't sure.

Sometimes he wonders why you do so much for him, he never voices it though, but you tell him anyways because somehow you just... Know. It's because your his friend, and you care about him.

The two of you get hurt all the time so thank god for Ben because you would both practically be dead. It's not like you don't know how to patch yourself up, it's just that Aiden wants to make sure you're properly taken care of.

LOGAN

Logan wishes he could be like you. Despite your short stature you're still fearless and amazing as ever. Sometimes he wonders if he stuck around long enough he'd absorb some of that energy too.

“Why do you… y’know. Always stick up for me?” he asks one day, voice barely above a whisper. You shrugged, “Because people suck. And you don’t." You still remember how red his face had gotten, “Still. You don’t have to protect me all the time.” “Well, if you need me to stop, I will. But... I want to.”

Let’s say Barron puts a hand on his shoulder “as a joke.” A joke being the fact that Logan tensed immediately, making you see absolute red. One second, Barron’s chuckling, and the next, he’s on the ground, wheezing.

Logan stammered behind you, “I-I was fine, really!” You turned to look at him, your eye twitching before your expression softened, "It's definitely not fine, Logan..." “You’re scary.” He whispered. “You’re sweet.” “That’s... Not fair.”

After Ashlynn's parents started to teach you guys self defense, you and Logan usually practiced one on one. The first reason was because he desperately needed it and the second was that he felt like you were the one person that wouldn't judge him if he failed.

TAYLOR

You first met Taylor when she was walking down the hall with too many books in her hand. They tumbled out of her hands, practically creating a trail of books behind her.

Taylor thinks your pretty similar to her brother, but shorter. Protective and blunt. She didn't mind it, but it did cause some troubles.

You're not exactly a talker, but you nod along when Taylor shares things. She chats while you walk her home or wait after class. And you actually start noticing things about her, how she twirls her pencil when nervous, how she hums when reading. You... Like it. She's bubbly and great!

Ah yes, Barron. The walking red flag, the cause of 80% of your rage. He thinks he's funny. But obviously he's not. One of those smug types who “playfully” teases but says nasty stuff underneath.

“Touch her again and you’ll need physical therapy to hold a spoon!" You threatened. Barron laughed nervously, pulling your hand away, “You’re insane.” He yanks away and storms off, muttering. “You didn’t have to do that, but… thank you.” Taylor muttered.

TYLER

You have this loud, impulsive, and wild energy that surrounds you all the time. Tyler's blunt, quiet, and often unreadable. You two are practically "Unhinged ball of chaos and Brick wall with a soft spot".

You're flirty, fiery, and fun, he doesn’t understand flirting… Or emotions… Or why his chest feels weird when you're hurt. He's not exactly good at emotions, as we all know, but he'll have his own way of expressing them. Like helping you get healed when you're hurt, or just sticking around when you vent about anything.

You do stuff for him too. You patch him up and talk with him. You allow him to just be himself because you're similar to him too. You both have loud emotions that are expressed in different ways.

You're basically the only person who can make him laugh, at least before you guys join the group, and he’s the only one who can make you stop and breathe when you're spiraling.

“Shoulda ducked. Totally worth it, though.” You smiled, wincing suddenly as you pressed a bag of cold vegetables to your already swelling eye. “Don’t let them hit you again.” Tyler muttered. “Aw. You care.” You grinned. "Thanks, Tyler." "... No problem."

BEN

You found him in the music room of your school, his hands tracing the strings of a guitar. He's humming softly, something laced with bittersweetness. He noticed you when you entered the room almost immediately.

He appreciates how much you stick up for others, even if that means you're fighting. He knows he can't stop it, but he can always help you. He'll patch you up, listen to you ramble, and stay in the background while you confront someone.

He doesn't speak but he looks at you like you're his whole sky. You're had everything he would've wanted to be when he was at his old school. The strength to not only stand up for what was right but to still love others.

(i really wanna make this an actual fanfic with logan... UGHHHHHHH WHY DO I TORTURE MYSELF WITH NEW IDEAS???)

[yuma-mukami-garden-god]

Hi admin!! Can i request the diaboys with a bunny hybrid reader? They have big floppy ears and a cute tuff of tail behind them and are just really adorable in general. How would they act towards reader? Which one of them would be a tease and touch reader's tail/ear because it's sensitive

Tyyy and get well soon!! I love your writing sooo much it makes my day😆

Shu Sakamaki – Lazy Predator, Quiet Obsession

At first, he acts like he doesn’t care. You’re just a fluffy, quiet little bunny… not worth wasting energy on.

But when your ears twitch while you sleep next to him? When you gasp and go red as he flicks your tail lazily during cuddles?

“So you react like that, huh? …Tch. Dangerous little prey.”

He becomes obsessed with tugging gently on your ears to hear your whimper. He loves curling around your back, face buried against your twitchy tail, mumbling,

“Don’t move. I’ll use this as a pillow... you’re soft enough for it.”

Reiji Sakamaki – Strict, But Secretly Obsessed

He pretends your ears are an inconvenience—lectures you about propriety, posture, appearances. But he’s studying how they twitch at sound and tension, cataloging every detail.

One day he pulls your ears back firmly during a scolding to "get your attention." You squeak. He stops.

“…I see. So your ears are a weak point.”

Cue dangerous interest unlocked. He’ll brush your tail "absentmindedly" during punishments just to watch you squirm.

“You really are just a trembling little animal, aren’t you? I’ll train you properly.”

Ayato Sakamaki – Teasing Brat, Tail Grabber Supreme

You're doomed. Ayato is obsessed. He grabs your ears, flicks your tail, and shouts,

“Heh! Oi, bunny! You twitched again—what if I just yank it?!”

He loves chasing you just to tug your ears, pinning you down while you wriggle under him. It makes him feel powerful—you're prey, he's the predator.

Your little gasps when he brushes your tail with his hand? He lives for it.

“What’s wrong? Just touching your fluffy ass, jeez~ You’re so sensitive, it’s hilarious!”

But… if you cry? He panics. Lowers his voice.

“H-Hey… I didn’t mean to make you sad, okay? Here. I’ll pet your ears ‘til you smile again.”

Kanato Sakamaki – Possessive, Delusional, Dangerous

Your ears and tail become his new favorite toys. He demands to brush them, tie ribbons on them, tug them when he’s upset, and cry into them like a child.

“Don’t move! I haven’t finished dressing your ears yet. They belong to me, just like everything else.”

If your ears flatten in fear or sadness, he spirals—either becoming sad and clinging or furious at whoever caused it. He bites them when he’s overwhelmed, rocking you in his lap.

“I’ll tear off your tail if you try to run from me… but only after I kiss it better.”

Laito Sakamaki – Erogenous Zone Expert

Absolutely evil. Your floppy ears and twitchy tail are now his playground. He figures out within hours that you go red when they’re touched. He won’t leave them alone.

“Nfu~ so this little puff is that sensitive? What if I stroke it like this~?”

He leans in and sucks on your ear, whispering,

“You’re such a cute little bunny… all ready to be devoured by the Big Bad Wolf~”

He’ll trap you on his lap, tail brushing his thigh, and just tease relentlessly. The more you squirm, the more he chuckles.

“Don’t hop away now~ You’ll only make me hungrier.”

Subaru Sakamaki – Flustered & Protective

When he first sees your ears twitch, he blushes so hard he physically turns away. Your tail? He won’t even look at it without getting flustered.

“S-Stop moving like that! D-Don’t wag it near me—dammit!”

But once he’s comfortable, he’ll gently rub your ears when you’re anxious or overstimulated. If anyone else touches them, though?

“Touch her again and I’ll rip your fangs out.”

Secretly, he loves brushing his hand down your back and watching your tail flick at the contact. If you ever sit on his lap and it twitches against him?

“…You’re gonna kill me one day, rabbit…”

Ruki Mukami – Calculated Possessiveness

Your animal traits instantly become part of his control. He’ll use ear tugs and tail strokes as reward or punishment. His favorite thing?

“Kneel properly. Let me fix your ears.”

He strokes them slowly, praises you when they perk up, and yanks them if you disobey. He’ll pet your tail while making you recite lessons, whispering in your ear,

“Only I am allowed to touch what’s mine. Understand, Livestock?”

And the worst part? He knows exactly how much you love it.

Kou Mukami – Playful Tormentor

You’re basically a walking mascot to him. He lives to post filtered pictures of your ears and tail on his private account. But behind closed doors?

He’s teasing you constantly. Tugging your ears. Flicking your tail when you bend down.

“Nfu~ what a naughty little bunny~ Your tail wiggled again~ You wanna be touched there?”

He gets intensely turned on when your ears go flat and your tail stiffens from embarrassment. He’ll press you against a wall and stroke the base of your tail just to watch you melt.

“Show me how much you like it, Usagi-chan~”

Yuma Mukami – Farmer Boy Gone Feral

You’re a bunny? On his farm? You’re in trouble. He starts calling you “Bun-bun” or “Shortstack” and slaps your tail every time you walk by.

“Heh, that tail’s beggin’ for attention, ain’t it?”

He’ll pin you over the garden table, lean his whole weight over you, one hand on your ears, the other on your twitchy ass.

“Yer always actin’ all shy, but yer tail gives ya away. Dumb lil’ bunny.”

When you get overwhelmed, though? He’ll carry you bridal-style, ears twitching in his arms, gruffly muttering,

“C’mere. I’ll calm ya down… don’t need no one else seein’ you like this.”

Azusa Mukami – Softest Sadist

Azusa finds your bunny traits beautiful. He talks to your ears. Pets your tail. Presses kisses to both and whispers affirmations while nicking your skin lightly.

“You’re… softer than anyone… I’ve ever touched. I want to… ruin you… gently.”

If your tail twitches from overstimulation, he’ll smile softly and stroke it more. When you flinch from an ear pull, he leans close and asks,

“Did it hurt…? I’ll do it again. But softer… unless you like the pain.”

Your bunny traits make him dangerously obsessed with marking you—blood drops on white fur, whimpers paired with ear licks. You are his most precious pet.

Carla Tsukinami – Regal Domination, Cold Obsession

To Carla, your bunny traits are proof of your inferiority—and his right to claim you. Your floppy ears twitching under stress? Your tail flicking nervously when he walks in?

“How amusing. Even your body submits before your mind does.”

He’ll grab your ears between two fingers while forcing eye contact. He won’t pull hard… but enough to make you whimper.

He often “corrects” your posture by pushing you down by the tail—his cold smirk never leaving his face.

“Tame prey should present itself properly. Shall I teach you again?”

But when you curl into him out of instinct, your ears pressed flat in exhaustion? His hand glides down your back… stroking your tail with reverence.

“...You were made to be held like this. How fitting.”

Shin Tsukinami – Reckless Brat, Tail-Obsessed Gremlin

Your tail is doomed. Shin’s grabbing, flicking, teasing it nonstop. Every time you turn around, SMACK! His palm’s right on that puff of fluff.

“Ahahaha~! It twitched again! You’re like one of those stress toys—so damn fun to play with!”

He lives to make you squeak. He’ll yank your ears lightly just to hear the sound you make. When they droop? He perks up like a cat with a mouse.

“You scared, little bunny? Then run. I love it when prey struggles.”

But when you curl into a ball and your tail’s trembling? His teasing pauses. He crouches beside you, gently brushing a finger over your fur.

“H-Hey… I didn’t mean to push it. You good? …Damn it, you’re cute when you’re shaking.”

Karlheinz – The God Complex Who Pets You Like a Pet

You’re a living indulgence to Karl. He touches your ears not for affection, but to remind you that he owns you. You twitch? Shiver? Flatten them in submission?

“How pure. Even your instincts understand who you belong to.”

He’ll sit you on his lap during quiet hours, stroking your ears between his fingers like silk, watching your breath hitch. He traces your tail slowly, murmuring—

“Your entire body responds so honestly. How I cherish that fragility.”

He sees your bunny nature as beautifully submissive—a reflection of his power. But, twisted as he is, he’s gentle when no one’s watching.

“Little one… remain at my side. The world would devour a creature like you. I’d prefer to do it myself.”

Kino – Playful Sadist, You Are His Entertainment

You? A bunny hybrid? Kino’s obsession kicks into overdrive the second he sees those floppy ears.

“Aww~ You’re like a squishy toy! What happens if I pull this?”

He will tug your ear randomly, especially in public, to watch you flush. When your tail flicks, he cups it in his hand and just grins.

“Twitchy little fluffball~ You trying to run from me? I’ll just yank you back by this thing~!”

He’s the worst at teasing—sitting behind you, sliding his fingers under your tail and whispering the filthiest things imaginable until your ears go red.

But if someone else tries to touch you?

“Touch her again and I’ll break your fingers. This bunny’s mine to tease.”

Richter – Jealous, Twisted Softness Beneath the Rage

Richter’s reactions are a mess of lust, obsession, and bitterness. Your soft bunny traits drive him crazy. You’re so gentle, so innocent-looking, so easy to corrupt.

“Floppy ears? A tail? You’re practically asking for a man to ruin you…”

He strokes your ears when you’re asleep, kisses your tail when you’re unaware, but when you catch him, he acts furious.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I was just… curious. That’s all.”

But in his darkest, most honest moments, he’ll whisper into your fur, clinging to you like you’re the only thing anchoring him.

“You’re too good for me. Too good for this cursed blood. But I’ll make you mine anyway… even if I have to tear you apart for it.”

[wisteriasymphony]

every time a tumblr post mlb rewrite mentions the fact that they're taking out marinette's 'obsessive stalker' characteristics an angel gets run over by a steamroller and fucking dies

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

i love her,,,,,,,,,

[missmungoe]

“You’re such a pretty man,” Makino sighed, touching her fingertips to his cheek, before rubbing his beard with her thumb. “Your wife is very lucky. Oh—hey.” Her whole expression brightened, her smile entirely cheeky. “That’s me.”

Shanks grinned, delighted. “You are absolutely hammered, aren’t you?”

“Hmm, I think I’m about to be.” She frowned. “Wait—was that not a euphemism?”

My masked Zorro, the unbelievably generous and tantalisingly mysterious Cover Anon, sweeps in once more with another gorgeous cover from Shanties, this time for Penelope (aka, the wedding fic, my beloved), by the incredible @sacred_pirate on twitter.

I...don't know how it's possible to capture the way a fic exists in my mind so perfectly it's like the artist reached into my soul, and yet that's what this feels like. This is one of the most beautiful artworks I've ever seen, and I can't believe it's from my fic, and this fic.

[beevean]

The more I think about S4 and how much of a rushjob the Styria plotline was, the more amazed I am at the utter failure that the ring is. When you really, really think in detail about how it works, it's so easy to see the gaps in logic in it.

What were the issues of using Hector to create an army for the Styrian council?

He would be able to create an army for himself that he could sic against the sisters. The ring allows them to assume control of the Night Creatures. We only see this as a short flash when Hector forges a creature, but he has to cut his own finger to force his army to stop attacking Isaac, so the ring had solved this. One point!

He doesn't want to be there. The ring binds him to the castle. However, considering Hector's plan apparently involved creating an escape channel that would connect his forge to Carmilla's quarters at the top, which he apparently planned to use to run away ("I had to assume I might be running from the top of the castle one day"), it seems that his own magic would have been strong enough to break the spell.

Striga wants to strike the iron while it's hot and take advantage of the chaos in the region, and Lenore is taking too much time in "domesticating" him with good ol' fashioned gaslighting and manipulation. The ring brutally speeds things up: this could have been a nice plot point to show how prideful and eager to prove herself Lenore is, but in S4's quest to woobiefy her, it goes nowhere. Still, it can be seen as an answer to Striga's issue, so two points.

However, in the same scene, Striga also points out the paradox of relying on dead bodies to make an army when they need living humans to feed. This is straight up an issue with using a Forgemaster, not the way Hector would be made to work. And she is right! But while we see mercenaries in the castle when Isaac assaults it, this problem never comes up again, and Hector is delivered as many bodies as he needs. This logic paradox is completely ignored for the sake of pretending Lenore "won".

He doesn't want to work for people who hurt him. Lenore was actually doing a good job at convincing him to work for them with solid reasons, such as the fact that they shared the same plan and Lenore was willing to improve his life conditions and, by the time the idea of mercenaries comes up, she liked him enough that she was his only chance of being kept alive... then she raped him to put the ring on him, and as the beginning of S4 shows, Hector can stall for time as much as he wants. He still doesn't want to work, as we see later he's actually doing things behind everyone's backs, and nothing forces him to obey any orders. Lenore, his own mistress, has to plead to get him to move on!

That's two out of five, by the way, and one point only lead to bad consequences.

Lenore really did the exact same thing Carmilla was chastized for, breaking Hector's trust before securing his cooperation, and the story... is odd from now on. If you lay down the events, it seems that the ring's failure was an intentional plot beat: of course Hector would refuse to work for the woman who betrayed him. It looks like an honest mistake on Lenore's part, much like Carmilla beating him and then expecting him to do her bidding. But Hector actually doesn't display any anger like he did for Carmilla, and the two are on good terms... even though he planned to run away and bring back Dracula... even though he also waited for Isaac to kill him... even though he spares Lenore's life because she doesn't deserve to be hurt... even though he completely destroyed her life by causing Carmilla's death...? I honestly don't understand if it's a writing failure or not... which makes it inherently a writing failure lol. At least Carmilla got thoroughly called out for her idiocy.

The more I think about it, the more this mess seems to be caused by two ideas badly meshed together: it's possible that in the first draft, Hector was meant to betray Lenore and the others (remember the foreshadowing with the fireplace), which would explain his plotting behind the scenes, his little "thanks again for that", and the way he caused Styria's downfall... but then someone in the team decided to ship Hector and Lenore together, so the ring got completely nullified to remove as many reminders of her past cruelty as possible and he displays zero emotions other than vague fondness for her. With this in mind, it becomes effectively impossible to determine if the ring's ineffectualness was planned to facilitate Hector's revenge or was a result of rushed writing to facilitate Lenector.

A very, very simple solution to this entire mess would have been revealing that Lenore... never wanted Hector to work in the first place. She didn't like Carmilla's plan, but she wanted to save his life because she found him cute and wanted a sex slave pet, and she knew that the others were waiting for a good reason to get rid of him. So it was for her sake, and in her mind Hector's, but not for the council, who was planning to do something she didn't approve of and doesn't respect her anyway. That would have been nice, fit Lenore's established moral code (to be fair, she does look a little miffed at the idea of keeping humans in pens, and while she tells Hector that it's their plan, it's obvious she's only trying to manipulate him and has no feelings on the matter), and very selfish personality. Who cares about the livestock? She wants this new puppy! And she'll save it from mean Carmilla, because despite all the gaslighting and sexual coercion and trickery, she is a good person and likes feeling good! And if she can stick it to Striga who underestimated her, even better!

In short: no, the ring wasn't meant to work, only keep Hector docile!

I like this idea of Lenore having her own agenda and being with the council only out of mutual convenience: they don't like her but use her, and same goes for her. As long as they live nicely without causing issues, she cooperates, but Carmilla's plan is idiotic, so she snatches the pet for herself: from there, it's easier to have an arc where she grows to care for Hector as a person, without the pressure of the council who she doesn't care for in the first place, being fully aware of being nothing more than a tool to them (hint hint). And Hector can be as torn as he is supposed to be, but ultimately choosing to make Styria fall and only keep Lenore alive, but in a way that crushes her heart.

And since it's common to whitewash Lenore in S3 and assume she was a better person than what she actually was, no, I don't believe this was the intention:

Lenore wouldn't have pitched her deal to Carmilla, which was "he'll work for us in exchange for the freedom of the castle". She wouldn't have even set up the expectations, because then no shit Carmilla would get "very cross". She could have kept it for herself and agreed with Striga's suggestion to hire mercenaries.

In fact, the very first perk of the ring she mentions is that now Hector's Night Creatures would obey the council as well, eliminating the danger of him using them to attack them. This is literally the only function of the ring that is shown in S4. Lenore expected Hector to work for them and was happy to reassure the sisters that he was no longer a threat.

In fact, she didn't even need to coerce him in the first place! By the time Lenore decides to resort to rape by deception, Hector already trusted her and saw her as a source of comfort and protection. With the reveal that Carmilla was considering using mercenaries, i.e. no longer needed him, Lenore became the only person he could cling to to be safe. He would have pledged loyalty by himself - hell, he would have accepted a binding ring - if Lenore just asked. She literally only raped him for her own sadistic satisfaction.

Morana had suggested to use mercenaries to solve the issue of having to kill people for the sake of an army, which would have taken away resources from the livestock. If Lenore truly disliked the plan from the get go, this was the perfect compromise. She could have enslaved Hector for herself for the sake of saving his life, but instead, she chose to make him a forced worker, indirectly contributing to all the lives being taken for the sake of the army. This proves that her main concern was not mercy, not to the humans nor to Hector, but gloating about her accomplishment and feeling important to the council.

In the dick jokes scene, Lenore sounds worried that she can't keep Carmilla at bay, but her solution is pleading pretty please for Hector to work, in a tone that implies that it's what she expects from him as well. The complete lack of apology for any morally questionable action she has taken doesn't help assuage the impression - as I have stated multiple times, the show is not subtle, and if Lenore meant to go behind Carmilla's back and was deliberately being twofaced, she would have admitted it.

The entire tone of the scene where Lenore gloats to the sisters for enslaving Hector is "see? I'm just as good as you! I'm not a stupid little girl, I'm smart and important! So there for underestimating me!". It was not about Hector. It was about her reputation. Which, incidentally, is exactly what she moans about in S4, that she will stop being important to the council after she solved "Hector's problem".

So yes, Lenore really expected Hector to work for her after breaking his heart, and pulled the mother of all shockedpikachufaces.jpg when he didn't. Although he still fell in love with her. Although he still planned to betray all of them. Although he still cared to save her life letting everyone else die.

It's just amazing to me. The more I try to meet the writing from different angles, the more issues I find. true peak.

I guess I can chalk this up to yet another way I could fix the plotline: have Lenore be a wild card in the council, and have her using everyone around her, to the point that no one can trust her, and she's only a Queen because someone like her is best to have as an ally and not as an enemy. Only after Hector betrays her, she starts to regret her actions: because for the first time in her existence, she had grown to care about someone other than herself, but by then, the damage was irreparable.

[dariasonlinedairy]

I fucking hate this bitches in my classsss,like,they're so fake, yesterday 3 of them kept calling me and they were fighting and i didn't wanted to get involved and like they kept yelling at eachother and they asked me about my true opinions about them and i said what it was on my soul and the next day at school (like today) they keep bulling me and calling me a fake but in reality they're just some fake little bitches who are so horny and stupid they'll suck their own's enemy dick.. oh and now all of the class is gossiping that i fucking like the same skater guy but i can't help it!! i know he aint dumb, he just acts like that but them? they are dumbasses, like literally, i hope those girls fall off the stairs bc i can't stand them anymore + the sui thoughts are comming back and my wrists are sooo fuckinnggg numbbb

[iwatcheditbegin]

While we’re here, Yapping about “how much healthier” someone looks is also invasive and unwarranted comments about someone’s body