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three tender lovers.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x reader x jake ‘hangman’ seresin.

￫ description: bob proposes a solution to jake’s remarks to the marks on bob’s back. all three of you find resolution and something else. love.

￫ word count: 6.7K.

￫ c/w: threesome, sex, blowjobs, squirting, kissing, double creampie, nipple pinching, biting, scratching, praise, minor degradation, overstimulation, hints of mean dom bob and dom jake, use of the nickname “bunny”, crying kink if you squint, sub-space, aftercare, beginnings of a poly!relationship and our boys kissin’.

￫ a/n: this is for @sushiwriterhere threesomeissance 2023 writing event! thank you so much for tagging me my love, this was so much fun to write! <3 make sure you check out the other incredible pieces! <3 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Bob up-stretched his arms and shed his undershirt from his flight suit. It practically stuck to his skin with sweat and grime from a day of flying too close to the sun. He was about to hit the showers quickly in enough time to make it back home to you.

He was never one to hang about after training. The quicker he could get in and out, the quicker he could get home to his wife. That was before he heard a loud clang of a locker from behind him, followed by a whistle.

“Damn, Baby. You’ve been in a fight with a bear or somethin’?”

Jake’s voice from behind Bob caused his eye to twitch. He turned around to face the blonde pilot with an unphased expression on his face. Jake on the other hand was wearing his million-dollar, cock sure smile. He leaned against his locker with nothing on. All he was holding was his towel, bunched up in his hand and just about covering his cock.

Bob hated how overly confident Jake could be in the showers. He also hated how he found himself always trying to get a glance.

Jake had opted to now call Bob, Baby. It all stemmed from his years-old joke of what B.O.B. stood for. Baby on Board was too long for Jake, so he was just Baby.

“How’d you get those war marks on your back, Baby?” Jake jabbed again, licking at his bottom lip.

Bob’s eyes narrowed inwards towards Jake before cooling off. He chewed at the inside of his cheek as he remembered last night with you. He wanted to tell Jake to fuck off and that his sex with you is private, and he’d never utter a word to anyone about your shared, deepest darkest fantasies.

But then he remembered your shared discussion of bringing someone else in and how you both settled on Jake as a possible option. It was only talk, but at this point, Bob bit the hand that fed him.

“I don’t know,” He shrugged. “Why don’t y’ ask my wife?”

A chorus of hollers and cheers from the other pilots in the locker room could be heard and Jake bit back a laugh.

“As if, Baby. I don’t believe you fuck that good.”

“Y’ know, Bagman, if y’ want to see, how about you fuck my wife yourself?” He slammed his locker door and stared down at Jake.

Bob couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t. It had been playful, teasing jabs at one another for years and as it went on, they became far more flirtatious on both party's accounts. The locker room went into another uproar at Bob’s quick tongue and mouthful back at the cocky pilot, but he was still holding his intense gaze.

Jake’s smile had faltered an inch, only his eyes zoned in on Bob’s. He let his tongue run alongside his cheek and puffed out his chest. He wanted Bob to call bluff so badly, to call off whatever this was, to prove Jake wrong that he hadn’t been flirting with him all these years, but Bob didn’t move an inch. Not until he flung his towel over his shoulder and headed for the showers.

He briefly heard the laughter and other remarks from the pilots before the commotion died down. As he turned on the shower, the sound of water filtering through and splashing on the tiles drowned out the rest. That was until he heard the footsteps inch closer towards him.

Out of Bob’s peripheral vision, broad shoulders and sandy blonde hair came too. He continued to pay no mind to him and let the sound of the water continue to fill the room. It ran over the thick and heavy tension that was settling in the air. Neither of them spoke a word as they lathered themselves up with soap and let the duds fall to the tiles and down the drain. Unknown to either of them, they would occasionally steal glances at the other when getting the soap out of their eyes.

Bob would watch how the droplets of water dribbled down Jake’s toned torso and caught on the soft hairs of his pubic bone.

Jake would follow the trail of veins poking through Bob’s forearms and up his biceps, watching how they flexed in time with him washing the shampoo out of his hair.

Bob reached to the small shelf holding the soap to lather himself one last time. His fingers outstretched and met another set of hands reaching for the same. They met Jake’s and through the soaking water, he felt a jolt meet his fingertips and run through his veins. He was surprised at how soft they felt, yet he knew they could control a whole aircraft. It made a shiver start in his neck and run down his spine. The warm water did nothing to hide the goosebumps that were left in its wake.

Jake looked up and caught Bob’s eyes for the first time during the shower. He swallowed thickly before croaking out, “Baby, what I said back there, I didn’t mean—”

“This Saturday. I know you’re free. Come round to ours at seven.”

Before Jake could respond to Bob’s bold response, he slammed his water off, grabbed his towel and was out of the shower.

Jake was left with his lips parted in a breathless and wordless daze. His hand was still wrapped around the soap and squeezing so tight, he didn’t realize he had destroyed the bar completely.

He couldn’t believe he was here. He’d been round to Bob’s only once before and that was only to drop some paperwork off. He hadn’t even been in his hallway, let alone his bedroom, with his wife.

Everything had been agreed upon prior. Jake came round at seven on the Saturday as agreed and you answered the door with a warm and welcoming smile.

He could never deny that Bob’s wife was beautiful. You were radiant. He offered in return a kiss to your cheek and let his large hand fall to the small of your back, bringing you in. His hand was warm and firm. You felt your heart pound a little faster through your rib cage at his touch, letting your mind wonder what his hand would feel like against your bare skin.

Jake let himself inhale your perfume that rested under your jaw and the sweet smell of shampoo in your hair. It was intoxicating to him. You were beaming at him as you greeted him politely, took his jacket and hung it up on the coat hooks in the hallway.

It was such a simple gesture, but with the combined smell of something delicious cooking through the kitchen, Jake felt safe. He had entered a warm and loving home, and it settled his nerves to whatever was about to be offered.

You ate (with Jake complimenting Bob’s cooking more times than he could count), exchanged more polite conversation and then agreed on what was to happen. You slinked up to your bedroom to shed your sundress into something else before calling your husband and his co-worker upstairs. Bob took the lead up the stairs with Jake following behind.

As he came into your bedroom and saw the sight of you, a deep rumble of appreciation left Bob’s chest with a smirk resting on his lips. “My beautiful, beautiful, wife. You look gorgeous, darlin’.”

“Thank you.” You shyly replied, feeling the heat creep up your cheeks as Jake came through the doorway and his eyes fell on you.

It was the first time he had seen you like this. So exposed, so vulnerable. You were wearing a simple oversized white shirt, one that Bob would wear with his Navy whites. It was far too torn and tattered for him to wear anymore, but it became a piece of clothing Bob would become ravenous over, especially if you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

The open shirt lay over your stiff nipples but didn’t hide the swell of your breasts. With your legs crossed as you sat on the edge of your bed, you could just about catch the soft mound of your pubic bone, but your thighs were exposed. The drape of the shirt barely covered them.

Jake swallowed thickly again and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, feeling his mouth dry up ever more. He let his heavy gaze run up and over your body and your cheeks only turned a rosier shade of pink, flushed hot. His cock twitched in his pants and it prompted him, after not saying anything for what seemed like an eternity.

“You… You look, gorgeous. Bob’s a lucky husband.” Jake half-heartedly laughed.

He was nervous.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin was nervous.

Bob had a natural-born instinct for reading people and he could tell in an instant what Jake was doing.

Truth be told, Jake had already had a couple of threesomes in his lifetime, but it had never been this intimate. It had never been with a co-worker's wife, never with someone who he had come to like, never in a safe and loving environment.

Bob let his hand fall to Jake’s back and gently ran his thumb in circles to soothe the nerves of the pilot. He smoothed his hand down his back further and gently linked his fingers with his to coax him closer to you and your bed.

Jake now stood in front of you with Bob to the side and his hand gently resting in your hair. You stayed sat and gazed up at the tall blonde with a look of lust clouding your eyes.

“Jake?” You called out his name sweetly. It was barely above a whisper but his ears turned hot at hearing you say his name so sweetly. “Can I touch you?”

Your question and now the clear sight of your breasts caused Jake’s cock to twitch again, and he breathed out a desperate, “Yes.”

You tentatively reached your hands out and let your fingers graze over his shirt, feeling the ripple of muscles underneath him. You moved over his large forearms and further up his biceps. As your hands rose higher, you eventually stood up from the bed, Bob’s hand never leaving your frame and now resting on the small of your back. It was a familiar touch that still grounded you to him, despite the situation.

Your hands ran around his shoulders and behind his neck. “You can touch me, Jake.” You quietly prompted him, now standing to his height. His hands reached out and fell to your hips. He squeezed you gently through the crisp fabric of the shirt and you let out a gasp. “Remember, you say the word and we stop this.”

He nodded, but Bob pressed his finger to Jake’s chin to turn him. “Words, baby.”

Baby.

Bob Floyd was calling Jake, baby and it ignited something so deep within him he could feel a flame lick at his stomach.

“Yes. We say the words and we stop this.” Jake corrected himself and you smiled at him with an electrified smile. He had tasted love and it tasted sweet. The flame that was licking in his stomach was burning bright and deep, and it encouraged him greatly. He felt a newfound swell of confidence burn over him and he hooked his finger under your chin and brought your lips to his.

His kiss was soft at first, letting his lips become accustomed to yours before you let out a needful whine and tugged at the soft blonde hairs at the base of his neck. You pulled him closer and he reciprocated with a harsher squeeze of your hips. They were flush against his crotch and you could feel his ever-growing bulge rub against you. The grind from you caused him to groan into the kiss and let his tongue dip between your lips and run alongside.

Both your cheeks were flush with a warm glow and Bob could feel the heat radiating off you both, as you continued to press yourself against Jake growing hotter with desire. You parted from his lips with a gasp, unable to hold back your ever-growing smile.

“Jake, Bobby,” You turned to your husband whose eyes were heavy and his pupils completely dilated black. “I need you both.”

“Of course,” Bob purred and slid his hand from your back to the base of your neck, pulling you to be millimetres from his lips. “Will you be a good girl and show our guest what your pretty little mouth can do?”

You quietly moaned and nodded, letting Bob pull at your neck and press his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Jake let out a curse of your name at seeing you bend to his touch. He was beginning to get a taste of just how dominant Bob could be and it intrigued him even further.

“Off for me and on your knees,” Bob instructed you again with a flick of his finger under your shirt. You willingly shed your shirt and let it fall to the bed. Now completely naked to Jake, he let out a wanton groan. You sank to your knees and gazed longingly upwards at the two pilots, their cocks both straining hard against their trousers and appearing prominently.

The sight was nothing like Jake had ever seen before. Your nipples were stiff and you sat obediently with your hands in your lap, awaiting your husband's next instruction. But it never came. Jake’s shoulders had rolled backwards and he was relaxed. He was adhering to the agreement that you were to do as they say. He let his fingers cradle your jaw and gently slipped his thumb between your lips. You took it into your mouth eagerly and sucked on it. The feeling of your tongue swirling around his thumb had him longing to know what it felt like on his hard cock.

“Jesus, such a sweet thing, Bobby. So good, so obedient.” Jake purred and Bob chuckled.

“There’s the Jake I had imagined in the bedroom,” Bob said lowly with a smirk.

Jake couldn’t hold back the heat that rose to his cheeks as he thought of Bob imagining him in the bedroom, but he was brought back to the present by the needy moan of you below them.

Bob shushed you gently and reassured you. “I’m sorry, darlin’. We’ve been deprivin’ you, haven’t we?” You nodded again and this time, they both let out a low chuckle.

They made quick work of unbuckling their belts and pushing the waistband of their boxers down to let their aching cocks slap against their torsos. You had always thought Bob was big, but Jake was no different. Your mouth began to salivate and you moved towards Bob, but his hand was in your hair and pulling you back with a click from his tongue.

“Nu-uh, darlin’. Guests first.”

You swallowed and looked back at Jake who was gazing down at you with his pupils blown wide with desire. He gripped the base of his cock and let his tip move past your lips tentatively. The soft feeling of your mouth wrapping just around his tip had Jake groaning. You moved your mouth further down his shaft, with Bob’s hand not letting go of your hair to steady you, but it couldn’t stop you. You wanted to feel Jake rest heavily on your tongue completely. You felt his tip nudge at your throat and a gag rumbled through your throat. Jake stumbled and his hips stuttered forward.

“Shit. Oh God, sweets. So needy for me already, hm?”

You whined around him and it vibrated off his shaft, earning another deep groan from Jake. Your eyes flicked to the side and you caught a glimpse of Bob fisting his cock heavy in his hand, his jaw set solid and his eyes trained heavily on you both, watching how your mouth took every inch of him. You wanted to put on a show for your dear and loving husband. You wanted to show him you craved this just as badly as him.

You worked your mouth up and over Jake’s thick shaft with precise strokes. Every time his swollen tip hit the back of your throat he let out another rumbled groan, earning smaller groans from Bob. Your tongue was laying flat underneath his base and it allowed Bob to gently start rocking your head for himself, letting Jake fuck your throat, his hips rocking into you.

Another handful of movements from Bob came before he was getting antsy. “C’ere, sweetheart.” He purred and moved your head off Jake to place your swollen lips around his shaft. You sunk easily, knowing every inch and vein like the back of your hand. Your nose brushed against Bob’s brown curls at his base as he rocked into your mouth. You gazed up at your husband with tears starting to prick the corners of your eyes from your throat being fucked so consistently. Bob’s jaw was still set firm as he revelled in the familiar feeling of his wife’s mouth, letting out deep moans and hissing when his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly.

But Jake was beginning to get cocky.

“I thought we were doing this so I could fuck your wife stupid. Earn those bear marks of yours.” Jake drawled out with a smug tone before reaching for your hair and pulling you off Bob, leaving him snarling from the loss of contact so suddenly. A pitiful whine left your lips with a string of saliva still connecting to your husband's tip. As you swallowed back around Jake’s cock you began to bounce gently on your knees, your bare cunt trying to find friction from the air as desperation began to make you clench around nothing.

Bob let out a chuckle as he saw you hump the air pathetically. “I don’t think y’ need to wait much longer.” He pulled you off Jake once more and cradled your jaw to let you gaze upwards. “Do y’ want to be fucked now, Bunny? You’ve been so good for me and your guests.”

“Please, please, please. I’ve been so good.” You pouted slightly, your eyes pleading desperately with your husband. He hummed in pleasant agreement and reached down to pick you up gently, laying you on the bed as if you were fragile porcelain.

By this time Jake was already stripping himself off his clothes and Bob followed in tandem. Although your mouth was just full of heavy saliva, your throat dried up and your breathing quickened as you caught sight of the two naked pilots. Bob’s beauty was always intoxicating and dizzying to you and you found Jake giving you the same effect.

You counted your lucky stars of your current situation and your husband found himself doing the same. He had seen Jake naked too many times for him to count, but this was different. His eyes were heavy with desire, and his cheeks and chest were flushed with the most beautiful rosy pink. He had never noticed how blonde the soft curls were on his pubic bone, as his cock was pressed against his tone torso, although he’d caught sight of them constantly in the showers. They replicated how his hair was dusty and sun-kissed blonde, already becoming ruffled from Jake running his hand through his hair.

Bob thought he’d never looked so handsome.

“Jake?”

“Baby?”

The name made Bob shiver and his stomach crashed like thunderous waves against stone rocks.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please, Baby.” Jake gasped before wrapping his hand around the back of Bob’s head, his fingers tugging gently on his hair as he pressed his lips against his. They both let out a deep moan in unison. Years of tension and yearning rolled off their shoulders and bubbled up their throats as they tasted each other for the first time.

You watched keenly from the bed. It both made your heart bloom with a thousand flowers that your husband found solace within Jake and caused your abdomen to feel as though a thousand butterflies were coursing through you. Your thighs pressed and rubbed together to alleviate some of the growing arousal. You let out a whimper and they broke from the kiss to look at you, both with a lopsided smile on their faces.

As you pulled your thighs apart and felt the cool air run over your twitching cunt, Bob cooed. “Bunny, we’re so sorry. We’re comin’.”

Jake could feel his mouth salivate at the sight of Bob’s wife’s thighs spread apart and their pussy glistening with arousal, practically throbbing. “Look at that pretty pussy, sweets. Your thighs are slick already.” He groaned, kneeling between your thighs.

Bob took place up by your head, letting his hand soothe through your hair and his other holding the base of his cock, giving himself lazy, slow strokes.

Your hands came under your thighs to hold yourself open for him, squirming your hips closer to his cock as Jake took it in his hand and slapped it on your aching clit. It jolted sparks of pleasure through your abdomen at its first contact and you let out a loud whine. Your hips involuntarily bucked upwards to chase the feeling and Jake relished in the neediness of your touch. His free hand came to grip your hip as he ran his tip through your folds and collected your arousal, smearing it over your clit. It earned louder moans from yourself and more desperate bucking. He was smirking down at you with his signature cock sure smile.

“I want to remember the moment I slip my cock inside Bob’s wife’s tight pussy.”

He hissed as he slowly slid inside you and felt your slick walls take him, clenching tightly. He was thicker than Bob and you squirmed your hips, moaning as you adjusted to his size. He cursed to himself and threw his head back when your hips met his.

“Jesus, takin’ me so pretty, sweetheart. That’s it… Good fuckin’ girl.” He purred down to you as he momentarily slid out before feeling his tip run back over your sweet spot nestled deep inside you. At each slow and teasing stroke, you clenched tighter around him. You finally felt so full and you didn’t want the feeling to be taken away. You were desperately chasing it.

As he set a pace you glanced up at Bob with a couple of stray tears now leaving the corners of your eyes. “B—Bobby,” You whined. “He feels s’ g—good. It feels so good, fuck!”

Bob’s thumb gently wiped your tears away and smoothed over your hot cheeks, gently reassuring you. “Such a good girl for me. My pretty little wife looking s’ fuckin’ pretty takin’ another pilot's cock.”

As his thumb came down to his lips, you took it into your mouth to soothe yourself, but Bob removed it quickly. “No, no. C’ere,” He gripped the mid-length of his cock and let his tip fall between your parted lips. You eagerly sucked as much of his length as you could from this angle. “Good, Bunny.” He praised you.

You let your eyes flutter shut as the beginnings of complete pleasure roll over your body in waves. Over and over, you felt the powerful thrust of Jake’s hips with Bob rocking and resting heavily on your tongue. Two pairs of hands were gripping onto your flesh or soothing over your goosebumps, occasionally tugging on your stiff nipples to elicit louder, yet muffled, moans. You were stuffed full and you felt whole.

Jake’s thrusts picked up their pace and he was pistoning with such pressure you could feel the familiar warmth in your stomach grow. As his pubic bone met yours it grazed over your clit. It was small and frictionless contact, but the teasing alone had you nearly coming undone.

“They’re squeezin’ me so tight.” Jake gritted between his teeth, still cursing your name so pretty.

The corners of Bob’s lips quirked upwards and his eyes zoned in your expression. Your jaw was slack and although still stuffed full, you were drooling around his length with your eyes all but rolling back into your skull. He knew you were close.

“You want to earn those bear marks now?” Bob quipped. He grunted and nodded feverishly at him. Bob slipped from your mouth with drool still connecting to his tip. You mewled as he left you, but he was quick to reassure you he would be right here as he slid his hands into your hair.

With silent encouragement from Bob, Jake doubled down over your body and his large frame covered you whole. Your hands fell to his shoulders and gripped them tightly. One of his broad forearms rested by you to hold himself up enough that he could snake his hand between your slick sweaty bodies and find your aching clit. The soft pads of his fingers connected to you and you cried out his name loudly, finally feeling a firm pressure. He drew lazy circles around you with his thrusts now seemingly impossibly closer to you.

“Please, please, please… oh God!” Incoherent babbling left you as hot tears continued to streak down your cheeks. You never thought your husband’s, co-workers cock, could ever feel so fucking good.

“Bobby, Bobby!” You screamed instinctively. “Can I come?”

You heard him bark out a laugh behind you.

“Don’t ask me. It’s not my cock makin’ you cry, Bunny.”

Your brain was clouded with what felt like cotton and you scrambled to find the words quickly as your orgasm was building at a frighteningly quick pace.

“Jake! Can I come? Oh God, please can I come?” You babbled. Through his laboured breathing, you felt his warm breath tickle against your ear as he chuckled.

“Never gon’ want any other cock, sweets. I’ve ruined you for your husband, haven’t I?” Condensation was laced thick in his tone and it made you squeeze your eyes tightly shut, holding on so tight to stave off your orgasm.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” He barked out the order and your eyes peeled open with the most pleading expression you could muster, as he continued to rock deeply into you. Your nails by now were forming crescent shapes on his tanned skin. The beginnings of the bear marks. “Tell me, fuckin’ tell me and you can come.”

Everyone who was currently in the bedroom that was dowsed in the scent of sweat and sex, knew that this was not true. You would always love Bob and you would always want his cock. It was certainly still the most mouth-watering and appealing thing to you. You found yourself dreaming of having them both ruin you, forever.

But at this moment, Jake’s lusting and filthy words were clouding your senses and making Bob’s cock twitch heavy in his hand. For he too was incredibly aroused by Jake’s words and the sight below him.

“Y—you’ve, r—ruined me, Jake.” Your bottom lip began to tremble. “Please!” You begged with a hoarse cry. His fingertips pressed down firmer with precise motions and the last thing you saw before you snapped, was him grinning down at you like the Devil.

“Come for me, sweets.”

With a couple more swipes of his fingers over your abused clit, combined with the punishing pleasure from his thick cock, you were seeing stars. A white-hot feeling flooded from your abdomen outwards across your body. Your toes curled and you wailed. The crashing sensation of your orgasm wracked your body whole, cursing his name, Bob’s name.

You felt Bob’s hands soothe through your hair and you could faintly hear his sweet praise over Jake’s loud groans.

Jake didn’t let up with his thrusts. He pressed his sweaty frame closer to yours and snaked his hand away from your twitching clit. His face pressed into the crook of your neck and your nails raked over his back as he fucked you through your orgasm. With how close you were held against him, there was still enough friction rubbing mercilessly over your clit. His voice was hot in your ear and you heard him.

“Feel s’ fuckin’ good for me, I’m so lucky. You’re both so perfect, shit.” At his final curse, he groaned deep into your sweat-covered neck and you felt his teeth graze over your tender flesh and suck harshly. He was hissing and grunting with his thrusts becoming sloppier, but you could feel himself leak into you.

Everything was so deadly intoxicating. You never wanted to leave this room. You wanted to stay with them both forever.

His thrusts eventually slowed completely and he pulled off your burning frame. His own body was completely flushed pink with his sandy blonde hair mused and some strands of his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. As his softening cock pulled out of you and you felt his spend trickle down your puffy lips, you let out a pitiful whine, suddenly feeling so empty.

He wore a satisfied grin as he gazed over the pretty sight of your pussy and then back up at Bob. You felt Bob’s large hands trail over your shoulders and squeeze against your breasts. You craned your neck to look at him with your eyelashes fluttering and a cock drunk smile plastered over your lips. Your body trembled with anticipation, knowing you still had Bob, and your clit was still aching for just one more.

A chorus of praises and strings of kisses to your warm flesh, left the two pilots' lips as they gently moved your trembling frame. Jake sat against the headboard with your back pressed against his chest. A pillow was slid under your hips to elevate them higher to allow Bob to make your eyes water from pleasure with the angle. Your hands were holding onto Jake’s forearms as you looked your husband in the eye, kneeling in front of you with a grin.

He held the base of his cock firmly and let his tip run through your folds and catch Jake’s spend mixing with your leaking arousal. He pushed it against your swollen clit and you let out a breathy moan, your eyes already faltering shut. Behind you, Jake watched the scene unfold with hooded eyes and soft groans. Bob teased you for a moment longer before easily bottoming out inside of you with a hiss and a groan.

“S’ warm for me, Bunny. Taken Jake’s cock and you’re still so tight for me, aren’t you?”

You mewled and dug your nails in tighter to Jake’s forearm, earning more scratches on his skin. Bob had patiently sat by and watched his friend fuck his wife. He was wasting no time and set a cruel pace instantly. The sudden feeling of feeling so full with his familiar size had you moaning and squirming your hips already, but he kept his hands firmly on your thighs to hold you open and take what he gave you. His swollen tip was rubbing mercilessly at your spongy sweet spot and the angle was enhancing your pleasure to a feeling so sweet, that you felt as though you could burst. One of Jake’s large hands snaked upwards to pinch and tweeze your nipples, heightening your sensitivity. You heard his groans low and hot in your ear as you responded with desperate whines.

Pleasure was licking at the flame in your abdomen, but with your heightened sensitivity it was producing something else. Something more.

“Oh, Bobby!” You practically wailed. He felt the way you clenched tightly around him and how your walls pushed down. He knew your body like the back of his hand.

He groaned at the tightening sensation and gave a final piercing thrust before pulling his cock out entirely. You pushed down and gasped out a breathy moan as you felt your arousal squirt out of you.

“That’s it, good girl, good fuckin’ girl.” Bob groaned again with a knowing and smug smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He moved his fingers through your wetness and watched it splatter over your thighs.

“Jesus, Baby. Makin’ them feel so good.” Jake groaned louder from behind you, before directing his words back to you. “I’d love to see you squirt on my cock next.”

You could hear the cocky pilot's grin from behind you as he let his lips run over the shell of your ear and nibble gently.

There was a deadly concoction mixing in your abdomen as Bob bottomed out inside of you again and you took in Jake’s words. The notion of another night like this had your head spinning. Their sinful words and fiery touch on your skin had you feeling hot and dizzy. The pleasure was seeping through every vein of your body with every jolt caused by Bob’s cock pushing deep inside of you. You were gasping and moaning incoherently, only able to feel this ecstasy-inducing feeling. If it wasn’t for their grip on your body, you would’ve gone completely limp.

Suddenly you could feel Bob’s soft thumb on your now throbbing clit, rubbing precise circles. There was nothing lazy about Bob Floyd when he fucked.

Hot tears began to fall from the corners of your eyes and streak down your cheeks. You were babbling nonsense by now and you felt your impending orgasm grow closer with each swipe of his thumb. Your jaw was going slack and as you panted hungrily, tiny droplets of drool were pooling in the corners of your mouth.

“Are you gonna come again?” You whimpered his name in response and Bob snickered. “You are, aren’t you? So desperate for cock. It’s pathetic to watch. My sweet little Bunny practically drools as they take another man’s cock.”

Your stomach swirled at his words, in time with the swirl of his thumb. “Bobby!” It was a shriek of a plea, like nothing Jake had ever heard before. “Please can I come? Please, please, please…”

As you begged harder, your tears began to fall harder. Bob watched your body lovingly, with heavy hooded eyes. He saw every twitch, every shiver, every squirm, and he knew when your body couldn’t take anymore. He was still merciless with his strokes and thumb, but as you locked your pleading and tearing eyes with him once more, his firm set expression softened and his voice was coaxing you.

“Come. Come for me my baby Bunny.”

Your jaw went slack and a silent scream tore from your throat as you let the bubbling sensation of your orgasm burst through your abdomen, feeling the tendrils of pleasure wash over your body in crashing waves. Your hands shot up to wrap around the back of Jake’s head and pull tightly on the smaller hairs at the base of his neck. Your body withered and your chest was heaving, panting furiously as the sensation rolled over your body repeatedly. You faintly heard a string of praise from them both, Jake’s low voice still hot in your ear. Bob’s praise turned to grunts and with two more forceful thrusts, you could feel him leak his spend inside of you.

His ministrations slowed and as your head lolled to the side of Jake’s shoulder, you still let out a quiet and needy whine again, feeling so empty and feeling the now double mix of cum leaking from your abused cunt.

Your head felt full of cotton. You reached out with shaky hands to your lover. “Bobby…” You breathed out, barely above a whisper. He leaned down and took your shaking frame from Jake’s slick chest. He pressed you close to his own and with Jake’s help, he moved you to lay limp against him with his broad arms encasing you tightly. Jake stayed next to you both and let his fingers trail tenderly over your damp back.

All three of your chests were steadying out with calculated breaths, as you all came down from your highs. Tender and loving kisses were placed on your skin from them both, and more hushed words of love and praise were whispered close to your ears.

When your energy eventually came back, Bob cleaned you up gently with Jake’s help. The remainder of the leftovers from your prior dinner were fed to you and you gulped down more glasses of water than you could count. The duvet cover was changed and with your head still feeling full of soft cotton, and your body swimming with the afterglow, your two pilots lay down to sleep with you.

Before the peaceful waves of sleep pulled you under, you remember watching how lovingly Jake cradled Bob’s jaw and placed a kiss on his lips. The next thing you felt was his tender fingers bringing your jaw up to place his lips on yours. Your cheek then felt another pair of lips and you turned your face to find Bobby’s.

You kissed them both a handful more times. Each time your heart pounded a little faster and you felt the thousand butterflies flutter through your stomach.

Maybe this could work.

Maybe, this could be a forever thing.

Jake stayed on Sunday till around three in the afternoon. You all woke up late and lazily gathered yourselves to share a warm, yet deeply refreshing, shower.

You spent the rest of your time in the kitchen, just talking and eating. You spoke about everything and anything. You talked about the prior night, you talked about aircraft manoeuvres that had gone wrong, and you asked Jake about his home and where he grew up. Occasionally you found yourself pressed into Jake’s side with one of his broad arms incasing you close to his chest, as you both watched Bob cook up the food. Jake insisted that he would make you both a homemade recipe his Ma taught him some time.

All three of you exchanged fluttering touches and loving kisses with each other, and Jake found something blooming deep within his chest. He felt safe within this peaceful and domesticated home. He didn’t want to leave.

Come the evening on the Sunday, you were curled in between Bob’s thighs as you both read in peaceful silence.

“I really like him, you know.”

You spoke out into the silence. There was a beat before you felt Bob’s chest take a deep breath and then exhale. You glanced up at him and he wore a soft smile as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah. Me too, Bunny. Me too.”

A chorus of loud cheers and hollers broke out and echoed across the locker room on Monday. Javy slapped Jake on his bare back, making note of the marks scratched down his flesh.

“Jake! Now who’s been fighting with a bear?”

Bob continued to look forward at his locker as he gathered up the remainder of his belongings, paying no note to the commotion he heard behind him.

Jake huffed out a laugh and flashed his signature smile to Javy, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Bob smiled to himself at hearing Jake’s words. The images of Saturday evening and his wife scratching their nails down his back were flashing evidently behind his eyes. Once he heard the others trail off to the showers, he turned around to face him. It was only them left in the locker room and he leaned back against his locker, watching Jake pull his jacket on and reach for his bag.

“We’re really lookin’ forward to having you round for dinner tomorrow night.”

Jake’s head perked up at Bob’s words, his signature smile still etched over his face.

“Yeah, me too, Floyd.”

Jake placed his hand on Bob’s shoulder to move past him and leave the locker room, but before he took another step further, he lingered for a moment longer. Jake’s lips brushed up against the shell of Bob’s ear and in a low and flirtatious drawl, he whispered, “Bye, Baby.”

And he left.

Jake didn’t look back and see how Bob was biting down frightfully hard on his bottom lip to hold back the beaming and lovesick smile he was currently adorning. He didn’t see how Bob’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink colour in seconds. All he saw ahead of him was a future of tender love with you and Bob.

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moonshynecybin · 5 months

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#thinkin about teen dad marc…. like diplopia year…. <- say more callie

eye got. SIX asks about this lmao. but anything for you elle ofc. required reading on this is @yekoc’s vale knocks marc up in like 2013/14 post found here go read it (AND THE REPLIES !!! ). foundational text.

but in this one. vale is jerry springer voice NOT THE FATHERRRR. which i think would make his specific commitment issues significantly weirder and more complex. and marc MUCH more neurotic lmao. he has a baby to look after !!! AND he’s doing death defying stunts !!!

so marc either gets a girl pregnant and keeps the baby or gets knocked up and keeps the baby. choose your own adventure. he’s a teen. diplopia year cwaziness. fully like. i am injured and may never race again which i can’t fix instantly and easily so i’m going to HAVE THIS BABY. tries to #win at teen pregnancy. and marc is part of a VERY tight knit little family so once he gets better he absolutely carts that baby all around the world and inside the garage. (which. he comes back because he both wants to and HAS TO. marquez family finances already depended on him, now you add a tiny sweet infant into the mix that he is responsible for. marc is already psychotic about winning because of natural competitiveness and the aforementioned family pressures this would literally make him worse. crazier.) babychamp t-shirts new meaning. bouncing her on his knee in the box in 2012 BIG ASS baby ear protectors. santi very seriously explaining shit about tire pressure to the side. kissing her little cheek in parc ferme.

and vale. meets this baby/toddler. LOVES this baby/toddler. and as his relationship with marc takes shape it’s a little different! marc’s i’m old for my age complex is 9000x more pronounced but VALE’S i’m young for my age complex is toooooo… so it’s weirder. yes they start fucking but it’s also like. less often. less free time more baby time they don’t hang out at bars as much but every time vale sees marc he gets to hang out with a hot person he likes and sometimes he gets to be goofy for a leedle baby that he is RAPIDLY gaining affection for. marc leaves her with vale (HUGE TRUST. THE BABYSITTING LIST OUTSIDE OF FAMILY IS LIKE TWO PEOPLE.) when he goes to the bathroom and vale reaches over to grab her favorite toy (bugs bunny plush iykyk) without thinking and it’s like oh. oh no. like he spends enough time with her that he KNOWS HERRRR… doesn’t have the rigidity of the fuckbuddies dichotomy because they hang out so often WITH the baby so he can’t write the whole thing off as much. truly what do you do if you love and want to coparent a child. but are also exceedingly scared of commitment and growing older. well.

anyways vale is a freak so he turns that over in his head for a bit. scared 2 death. chews on that for a while. but when it really gets too deep for him is hmmmm ranch visit. when marc rocks up with his toddler (hot pink tiny bike for her that goes 1mph. baby pecco and luca and franky braiding her hair.) lethally adorable in a too big yellow vr46 hat that makes vale’s chest feel like RIBBONS.) and then marc races vale like he’s going to DIE. for NO reason. in a fun vibey recreational session. and vale’s fucking in it now!! every time marc takes a corner too fast his heart seizes up and marc’s daughter flashes in his brain (the baby curl of her hair and the way she reached for marc laughing from the crowd last race…) ans cold sweat breaks out across the back of his neck because if something happens to marc then—

so he pulls back. still waves to her in parc ferme. still makes stupid faces to make her laugh (feels like he’s FLYING. feels like WINNING.) and does grabby hands with marc on cooldown laps (eye ALSO think he doesn’t realize that his marc feelings are a separate entity for the baby feelings lmao. like that he would be worried about marc regardless. the baby is a good excuse here…) but. it’s interfering with his focus. he has to win his tenth. he can’t be coparenting this kid (she’s turning FOUR he’s been giving her bday presents for THREE YEARS NOW.) and worried about marc like that because marc is a competitor. and marc doesn’t feel that way anyways. marc is a bastard to him on track. marc is crashing all the time (WITHOUT VALE THERE. he hears about marc’s summertime hand injury and is like haha. and the baby was WERE. who is HOLDING HER??). and suddenly uccio is at his door and marc is a saboteur. and he’s getting older and he’s slower and jorge is GOOD and that’s— that gives something for vale to grab on to. to self destruct this before it can implode by itself. to make sense of all of this.

and afterwards— after sepang and their text thread drying up and everything. she still runs up to vale allll the time… finds him in the paddock tugs on marc’s hand until he lets her go… and vale always picks her up spins her around sends her back to her dad… still gets her a bday gift… marc watching with a sad smile on his faceeeee… vale DOES get over things faster in this universe because he wants to be more involved for babychild but. it’s rough there for a while when vale is still lying to himself and marc is creating RIGID structures for who he lets in to his daughter’s life because she STILL asks him to call vale so he can read the bedtime story because marc does NOT do the voices right… and he CANT CALL HIMMMM

#this was supposed to be more about marc but vale took the wheel #callie speaks #motogp #asks #rosquez #teen mom au

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quinnylouhughesx43 · 4 months

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Teething

Summary: Lillian gives her daddy and uncle trouble one night leading to Jack suggesting getting a nanny.

Warnings: none, just a toddler being fussy and brothers stressed out, a couple uses of profanity like twice

Lilian had everything and anything she could reach in her mouth. She was so uncomfortable at seemingly all times of the day. Jack and Luke both were at a loss for what to do for the sweet little girl.

Lillian is typically a happy baby, she giggles and loves to play.

If she isn’t playing, she’s cuddled up to whoever will cuddle her. But over the last week she’s been wailing if she isn’t chewing on something.

The only problem there is, she doesn’t want one of the hundreds of teethers Luke has bought her. Nor does she want her pacifiers. She wants Jack’s charger cord, the living room television remote, or Luke’s hoodie strings. When told no and swapped out for a toy, the toy gets bounced off Luke’s or Jack’s heads. Tonight’s teether ring bounced right between Jack’s eyes.

Luke had to conceal his laugh before scold his toddler. “No. Lilypad, you can’t do that” Luke warned her. Taking her away from Jack. He positioned her against his chest where she can hear his heartbeat but still reach for his hair. His daughter much like him in this aspect. She’s comforted by hearing his heartbeat and she likes to play with hair. She’s beginning to get comforted by her uncle’s heartbeat, but mainly it is only Luke’s.

Once she’s settled into him, Luke reached for her stuffed bunny and handed it to her. With in seconds the bunny’s ear was in her mouth being gnawed on and her cries stopped. “That damn bunny. You better buy bulk in those things. Mom’s house needs like five. We need an endless supply. Quinn needs some at his place. We can never ran out of this little shit.” Jack exaggerates but also has a point. “I wonder if I should just get someone to magically put a teether on one of the extras?” Jack stares at his brother incredulously. “You’re kidding me right. You couldn’t have thought of that before we were sitting here at 2:45 in the morning? When we have to be at morning skate at 7am?!” Jack tried to yell at his brother while keeping it at a whisper.

“Luke Warren Hughes I hope you know someone to do it because we’re going tomorrow with two of the extras. One for here and one for the arena. THEN it’s time for you to accept help from a nanny.” Jack declared, deciding for Luke.

“No. Nanny. It will confuse Lillian and I’m not”

Jack cut his brother off before he can go off on a tangent about how having a nanny will confuse Lillian about mothers. “Luke, I think it’s time you accept help from a nanny..because we can’t do this alone. We’re killing our selves. It’s 2:45 am and we skate at 7am.” Jack leaned back while running his hands through his hair. “I know someone, just let me call them. They’re from back home. I don’t think it will be a problem.”

#dad!luke x lillian #luke hughes dad #Lillian Wren Hughes #luke hughes fluff #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes fic #luke hughes fanfiction #lukey pookie #luke hughes x oc #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fluff #luke hughes au #baby au #cay writes #send in asks

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misc-obeyme · 7 months

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your post about the human au with beel as a farmer has me giggling and kicking my feet!! and now i can't stop imagining the brothers on their own little farm (writing this even though i know nothing about farming)

lucifer and satan mainly handle the finances, making sure they have the best equipment and techniques to produce good crops. the goats and sheep seem to take a liking to lucifer, especially the baby ones, who love chewing on his clothes. satan stays away from them bc they keep thinking his blond hair is food, choosing instead to coo over the farm cats

mammon and levi are the unofficial handlers and bully victims of the birds. mammon gets pecked by the chickens as he goes to collect their eggs, and he says one day, he'll cook them all up as revenge!! (everyone knows he's lying). levi spends more time with the ducks, where they quack at him on the farm and when he's fishing at the local ponds. (one time, a group of baby ducks imprinted on him and followed him home. it took forever for him to get them back to their mama)

asmo does a lot of advertising for the farm, with both his social media and charming personality at the farmers' market. he designs the cutest packaging and sews any holes that end up in his brothers' clothes with lovely little patches. his favorite animals on the farm (a couple piglets and bunnies) are marked with pink bows, but you could tell by how he squeals whenever he sees them

you already went over beel, but i imagine him still having his super strength and can easily carry adult sheep with ease. he also has gained a lot of (kissable) freckles from being in the sun all the time

belphie is a straight up cow whisperer, which may be caused by his habit of cuddling with the cows on their pasture to skip out on chores. but he's great at milking and can instantly tell if something's wrong with the cows, to the point that other farmers go to him in need of help. he's a lazybones hero!

aaaaaa the sillies - 🎠

Honestly, I'm surprised that little post of mine got so much attention lol! I was definitely thinking about it more in terms of what I think the boys would do if they were humans, rather than how it would be if they all worked on the same farm. But I saw a couple tags suggesting a Stardew Valley crossover, which could be all of them on the same farm or all of them with separate farms. I haven't played Stardew in a long time, but I am so obsessed with farming sims it's ridiculous. My favorite is Story of Seasons Trio of Towns, I've played it so many times and I still replay it from time to time because I loved it so much lol.

ANYWAY that's all to say that my farming experience comes almost entirely from video games. I took a class about plants and agriculture in high school, but otherwise it's all vibes and cozy gaming!

But I think you've nailed it with these. I keep seeing Satan falling asleep in a pile of hay, just completely covered in barn cats. Cute lil Asmo all decked out like a farmer but only for the aesthetic 'cause he's running that farmer's market booth like nobody's business. Cow whisperer Belphie, please I love it so much.

Also freckled, sun-kissed Beel... human!Beel would have so many freckles if he spent any time outside at all. I love this because I'm extremely freckled myself and it'd be really cute if MC had freckles to match his.

Though I actually hadn't even thought about MC's role in a human au. Since they're already human. Would it be reversed? MC is the demon in this scenario? Or just MC is their same human self but they meet the others in a different way? I think both options could be interesting. I was initially going with the idea of there being no magic and no realms though.

I was trying to think of what the characters would do with their lives based on their interests and Beel just screamed farmer to me. Like yeah he probably still works out a bunch, but he really loves food. So I thought it would be interesting to consider that as his primary motivation for wanting to become a farmer. He just wants to feed everybody.

Anyway, I love this, I'm thoroughly enjoying imagining the boys on their farm. Though Mammon threatening to cook the chickens is hilarious. Like I can just hear him saying that to a bunch of indifferent hens, too. It reminds me of a story my mom used to tell me about my great-grandmother getting so annoyed at my uncle's pet rooster for getting his beak tangled in her yarn that she straight up made soup out of him. I dunno how true that story is, but it's one my mom & her siblings have told me numerous times lol.

#has there been a farmer event?#if not there should be #give us farmer Beel card art please #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me brothers #🎠 anon #misc answers

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nanqmies · 1 year

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Cotton tail | Wolf!Kaeya

tw: dubcon, knotting, overstim, biting, slut shaming, manipulation sorta ??, hair pulling, praise, degradation, creampie, breeding, manhandling, semi public sex, anal, nipple play, gn amab!reader, reader is very naive, also you’re a bunny hybrid, red riding hood au, I think that’s all?

wc: 2.8k

a/n: i’m veryy happy i finished this so quickly!! this wasn’t what it was supposed to be but i kept writin n thinking abt how it would be great as kaeya cause hes such a tease ^^ again i will try to clean up how everythin looks!! please enjoy my work. ଘ꒰⑅ ´ ˘ ` ⑅ ꒱♡

nsfw under the cut~

"Don't go near any wolves!" Your mother reminds you, with worry on her voice. Fixing your old red hood, your floppy bunny ears sticking out. "I packed Granny some cookies, berry jam, and a water just in case." She ruffles your hair once more, then gives you a soft kiss on the forehead.

You grab the basket of goodies from her hand, tucking everything underneath a plaid cloth. "Momma.. I'm not a baby anymore! I can take care of myself!" You sigh, hugging her tightly "Go down the left path! And avoid any-" you cut her off quickly,"Wolves! I know Momma! Love you!" Shutting the wooden door quickly behind you and running towards the dirt path leading to the old woods.

You were ecstatic to go out, you were old enough to go out on your own now but your Mother was so overprotective. Wolves were predators and dangerous to rabbits, your father sadly losing his life to a rabid wolf. Since then your Mother has been on edge ever since, never letting you go out on your own as she was terrified the same would happen to you. But finally she let her worries aside to let you bring your ill grandmother some sweets to help her recover..

Your fluffy little tail and ears bounced as you walked along the path, crunching dried leaves under your feet. The sun was still up, but you wondered how long it’d be until it started to get dark, to be completely honest you weren’t necessarily listening to what your mother was saying, her words and warnings falling of deaf ears. You were too excited to go out to listen to what she was saying.. She did say to avoid wolves and bring the basket to Grandmas house.. What path did she say to take?? I guess I’ll find out when I get there… Were constant reoccurring thoughts in your head.

You were mindlessly walking through the trees at this point, waiting for the singular path to separate to two.

You stop to think, “Which way did she say to go again..?” The right looks a little familiar maybe, you trust your gut and swallow, quickly walking faster through trees and bushes. A slight shiver runs down your spine, was someone following you? You feel like eyes are on you, watching your every slight move. You’ve been walking for almost 30 minutes now, your feet and legs feel sore every step you take. You tread on for a while until, a grassy area in the distance catches your eye. Thank god..!

It’s all quiet here, the sun not too bright in your eyes. Sitting down, you plop down on the grass, setting the braided basket down on your lap. Digging into the basket and eating a cookie, sighing as you chew on the yummy treat. You needed this, surely Granny wouldn’t notice a few cookies gone? And maybe she wouldn’t notice half of the water gone as well.. She has been going up in age and you are her lovely grandchild.. You eat another cookie washing it down with water, taking the last bite your ears stand up and start twitching like crazy, leaning forward checking for sounds. Trying to identify where it’s coming from while looking around. Hearing sticks breaking and leaves crunching from the bushes.

"My, my.. Aren't you a cute bunny.." a deep voice rumbles from behind causing you to jump. You whimper, trying to crawl away. "No no no, stay still.. Are you lost?" The deep voice asks, coming closer, trying to comfort you.

"W-What a deep voice you have!" you blurt out recklessly

“The better to greet you with, my dear.” the voice responds.

Coming out the dark forest, its a tall man with scruffy ears atop his head, his rough tail swishing behind him showing his clear excitement. His bright colored eyes watch you curiously, a playful smile pulling at his lips, revealing sharp teeth. Cupping your face, his long nails poke into your soft cheeks. You flinch slightly at the touch, whimpering even louder than before. "You're trembling like a leaf.. Whats your name pretty?" Tilting your head up, you mumble your name quietly, he grins more and introduces himself as Kaeya. His big hands lower down your trembling figure, rubbing your thigh comfortably.

"So, what brings a cute thing like you here?" he whispers, You flush at how close he is. "My Grandma is sick.. I came here to bring her sweets." replying shakily, humming in response. Kaeya’s large hands explore your clothed body.

"And what big hands you have!" you stare down at the hands rubbing gentle circles into your thighs

“The better to embrace you with, my dear.” He squeezes your thigh, wiping the stray cookie crumbs from your soft lips.

“I don’t think your sweet grandmother would appreciate you eating her food..” He rubs your floppy ears between his fingers, making you squeak at the unexpected touch. “Mr. Wolf! Don't do that!" whining at the touch, chuckling at the nickname, he questions further "Why not? Does it feel weird..?” His grin is unsettling on his face, like he’s hiding something behind that friendly smile.

“I shouldn’t talk to wolves…” trying to stand up but he quickly shoves you back down into the grass, you can finally get a good look at his face. Long hair tied into a braid, a scar near his eye covered by a cloth eyepatch.. His one visible eye a bright periwinkle blue, with long dark eyelashes. You can’t help but comment on it.

"Goodness, what big eyes you have!"

“The better to see you with, my dear..” responds the wolf, holding both your small wrists together and pinning them to the ground.

Kaeya’s free hand roams your body, pulling and yanking at your clothes. His sharp nails tracing against your skin.

“Mr. Wolf… Please it feels weird..” You struggle against his heavy body on yours as he pins you down under him with no effort. “Tell me, does it tingle here..?” He pokes your stomach, “No!” , he tries not to laugh at your naivety but continues poking different places on your body until his hand hovers over your crotch. Kaeya reaches down cupping your clothed privates, you squeal loudly attempting to scramble back, "Don't touch there!" yelping louder than before. He chuckles, pressing his body against yours. Frantically trying to squirm under his grasp, struggling to break free.

"Let me go!" pushing against him and kicking your legs. Your useless struggles only seem to turn him on more. “Let you go?” He pouts, “Why would I do that..?” he gropes over your crotch, “Your body seems to be saying otherwise..” ripping a hole your thin bloomer shorts, he flips you over on your stomach, squeezing the squishy globes of your ass, your bunny tail twitching in response. Kaeya unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants just enough to let his throbbing cock spring free, salty pre already dripping at the tip. It’s huge..! Veiny and girthy whilst the tip burns an angry red. Your eyes immediately widen in worry, "No- no! It's too big!" yelling at him, "It won't fit!" you keep squirming and writhing under him again.

"Don't worry, Cotton tail I'll make it fit in your precious little body." he whispers, a glob of spit landing on your rim, rubbing it in with his tongue. You jolt at the newfound feeling, your legs shaking in anticipation. Kaeya’s tip slowly pushes in, stretching your rim painfully, you never expected someone as big as him to be your first. "Stop please stop!" you moans, back arching off the ground, he shakes his head more. Kaeya grins, pushing in his large cock deep inside you. You cum immediately after he bottoms out in you. Your breathing becoming heavier, sweat dripping off your forehead. “I haven't even moved and you already came?” Voice full of mockery? “Such an eager slut." he coos, moving in and out of you quickly. Crying out from every overwhelming movement. Drool runs down your chin,

"M- Mr. Wolf! Mmf Aahn!" gasping for air while clutching at the grass. Your hips rutting against Kaeya’s fat shaft, feet thumping rapidly against the ground. "Oh sweetheart, you really are tight." he praises you with a groan, pushing in and out as deep as possible, his cock reaching further trying to abuse the sweet spot in you. A thick ring of cream building around the base of Kaeya’s dick, pulling your hair roughly to bring you up, sinking his sharp teeth into your neck. Pearly whites tinted red with blood.

“N-Ngh..! Mr. Wolf..! T-Teeth too sharpp!~” biting your lips at the painful pleasure emerging with each bite he gracefully gives you.

“Needa fuck~ mark you as m-mine, my dear..” he sinks his teeth deeper into your collarbone, hearing you squeal in response.

You’re bouncing on his cock on your own at this point, chasing his knot and thick pungent cum to stain your insides white. Your tongue hangs out your mouth, tears wetting your pretty lashes. Your mind only thinking about breeding, breeding you full of his fertile seed, over and over until it spills out the side. You’re almost sobbing, begging Kaeya to fill you with his pups. Your whole body trembling from the intense pleasure, nails filled with dirt from clutching the grass so tightly.

"Is all you ngh stupid bunnies think about is getting breeded?" he laughs deeply, He’s losing his cool at how warm and good your insides are at stroking his cock. "Mr W-wolf...! Mnnh! Pleass b-breed..!" you beg him through laboured breathing "Shh.. No more talking~ Gonna fill you up nicely. I'll cum in you every day if I have to." he spits out his words between pants. Flipping you over to your back and forcing your thighs up as far as he could, hitting even deeper than before.

"Nnnnnn... Aahn... Hnnngh!!" You squirmed beneath him unable to stop you from cumming again. He kisses him hungrily, pulling your shirt up starting to toy with your sensitive nipples. Pinching and rolling the swollen buds around his rough fingertips, relieving them of the pain with his mouth, sucking them gently and running his tongue over them repeatedly. You feel like you’re cumming again when he bites them harshly, your hips jerking up meeting your release once again.

“You're gonna be mine." he purrs, repeateding the words ‘Mine’ over and over again, chasing his orgasm with a few thrusts. "Aahh Hnng!~ Mr. Wolf Mmm.." moaning as Kaeya fills you up completely, leaving your tummy bloated full. You groan and whimper, feeling as though you would explode. Tears stream down your cheeks. "Too full.." He whispers feeling Kaeya’s knot rush with blood locking you together, pushing his not deep in you. Humping his knot against your soft ass, wanting to overstimulate his cock to cum more. “S-Stopp can’t take anymore..~ you hiss weakly, turning over and burying your cheeks in grass when he ignores your pleas and continues to rut, his cum continuously spurting thick loads in you, making sure it takes before his knot goes down.

Your body has given out completely, covered in bites and bruises, dried blood all over your neck. All your energy gone, you’re so sleepy… Your legs much to sore to attempt walking, shaking like jelly. You’re a drooling mess, grass stained clothes and hair frizzy. Your shorts ripped apart, victim to Kaeya’s rut and sharp claws. Your breathing has leveled out now, waiting for his knot to go down so he can finally move. Kaeya pulls whats left of your shorts back up your hips pulling out of you in the process. Thick cum dribbles out but he kindly pushes it back in with his fingers. Carrying your limp body in his strong arms back to your small cottage.

"Noo... needa go to Grandmaas..." you complain weakly, clinging on to his shirt. "I'll drop off the basket to your Grandmas”he reassures you, petting your soft twitchy ears. After a while of walking in the darkening sunset, you reach your home, Kaeya picks the window lock to your room placing you on your soft comfy bed.

"Mr Wolf.. When will i see you again.." you ask drowsily, He pets his fluffy hair softly. "Whenever you want my pet, you know where to go." He kisses you again before leaving out your window, you fall asleep quickly. "Be safe little bunny.. You're helpless without me." He grins disappearing into the woods.

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cuddlepilefics · 2 months

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3 Not without my plushie - lswe24

Fandom: Stray Kids

Little: Changbin

Caregivers: Chan, Hyunjin, Jisung

@writingalittlesmth

No one’s POV.:

Stray Kids were currently in the process of moving. They’d be living in pairs now, which meant more space for each of them but it also meant new dynamics. For Changbin it’d be the first time being separated from Chan and Jisung since his two fellow 3racha members had become his caregivers and he didn’t know how to feel about it. By now, the entire group knew about his headspace, so Hyunjin was prepared to take care of the rapper when he slipped but Chan was his first caregiver, so it made him nervous.

Changbin liked his new room but he had felt safe in his old room, it was what he was used to. The prospect of a completely new environment left the boy feeling paralyzed. He hadn’t even noticed how he had slipped and now sat between boxes with his stuffed bunny in his hands, anxiously playing with the plushie’s floppy ears. The sounds of his friends moving heavy boxes through the dorm made him feel both guilty and lonely. Guilty because he knew he should get his stuff out too and lonely because he was there all on his own, his caregivers busy with their own stuff to take care of.

“Hyung, are you almost ready?”, Jisung called from down the hallway, as he made his way to Changbin’s room, still panting, “Do you need any help with anything?” The little looked up at him with glossy eyes, which slowly filled with tears. Sitting down on the floor next to him, Jisung cupped his cheek and whispered: “What’s wrong, love?” Changbin only shrugged, sniffling back tears. “Are you sad about leaving?”, the other tried but only got another shrug, “Or worried about your new dorm?” – “I nuh kno”, the little pouted, holding his bunny tighter.

Chan appeared at the door, smile faltering when he found his dongsaengs on the floor, less than excited about the move. “It’s a weird feeling leaving this behind uncertain of what’s to come, hm? I feel the same way, bun”, Jisung comforted, stroking Changbin’s back. Chan plopped down next to them and hummed: “You feeling a bit torn and overwhelmed, Binnie? It’s a bittersweet situation, isn’t it?” The younger nodded with a sad sniffle. “Chu wiww be so faw ‘way”, Changbin whined, slipping the ear of his plushie between his teeth. “Oh baby, we won’t be far”, Chan denied, with a reassuring smile, “All apartments are easy to reach if you need us to come over and you’re always welcome to visit unannounced if you miss us.”

“And you won’t be alone”, Jisung reminded, “You’ll have Hyun-e with you.” – “What about me?”, Hyunjin piped in from the door, frowning at Changbin’s tears. The little looked up at him and mumbled: “Me miss hyungs.” – “Bub, we’re still here”, Chan chuckled, ruffling the boy’s hair. “Am I such bad company?”, Hyunjin pouted, prompting Changbin to vigorously shake his head. Opening his arms for the rapper, Hyunjin smiled: “I know it’s not the same. Sometimes the more people, the better. I’ll try my hardest to take care of you the best I possibly can and the two of us will make sure our new place is all safe and cozy.”

Once Changbin had calmed down, his caregivers helped him carry his boxes to the van and he bid his old room a quiet goodbye before waddling out for the last time. He was anxious as he sat in the van, hands too shaky to buckle his seatbelt. Chan patiently buckled him in and pressed a quick kiss to his temple to soothe him but the boy’s heart remained heavy. Still withdrawn, Changbin played with the bunny’s ears but didn’t dare chew on it, now that they were outside. That didn’t mean he could just pack the plushie away into one of the moving boxes though, no, his bunny needed to stay with him.

Clutching the bunny in one hand and Hyunjin’s hand in the other, Changbin nervously waddled along and his grip subconsciously tightened when the dancer opened the door to their new place. Hyunjin gave him an encouraging smile and hummed: “Should we check out your room? I think your bunny hasn’t seen it yet.” The little nodded, already knowing the way.

Sure, his room was still mostly bare but it wouldn’t be for much longer. His caregivers helped him carry the moving boxes inside and Hyunjin turned on a disney playlist, while they unpacked. Changbin’s bunny sat on the windowsill and watched the little set up his room, the space slowly growing cozier. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, Changbin thought as he lay in his bed, nuzzling his face into his plushie. He was exhausted after the move but happy that he had done it, which he wouldn’t have been able to without his plushie.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #agere #little #skz #stray kids #hyunbin #lswe24

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sugarydolli · 5 months

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dilf!leon (easter special!!)

Today was Easter, meaning white bunny mascots, rainbowed colored dyed eggs, and a hefty dinner for your little family, that you hoped to prepare before your husband got home. Though, the smaller version of the red head you married had other plans.

You carefully plopped each boiled egg into the separate colorful mixture that reeked of vinegar and food coloring as the small child beside you loomed over each cup fervently staring at the eggs.

"How long does it take for them to turn mama?" pale blue orbs brighten as they peer up at you, hoping for a short time as a response.

"Just a few minutes, baby." using tongs to pull up the last few eggs in the pot, hot steam drifting in your face, dunking them into a bath of ice water. Keys jingle outside the thick front door followed by the clicking and rattling of the lock before a lean figure appears in your doorway, letting in the cold air.

And just like that Leah was gone from your side and had already jumped into her fathers arms, earning a dramatic ouff!! from Leon, barely being able to set down his gear from practice.

"Hows my two favorite girls doin'!"

"Good, just finished coloring the eggs—" plucking one egg from the vibrant yellow mixture, the shell replicating the color. "Leah, you can put the stickers on the eggs now." continuing to pull the rest of the now colored eggs into a small bowl, fully expecting your daughter to let out a squeal of excitement to start decorating them, but you quickly turn your head towards her as that never came.

"Leah?"

"bunny.." was all that left her lips, eyes completely hyper focused on something outside the door. Confusion panned on both yours and Leon's face until the culprit came-well, hopped into view. A small white ball of fur stood still on your porch, long ears twitching as it appeared to be chewing on grass.

her little legs kicked and thrashed, managing to somehow climb over her father and dart out the door towards the poor animal. The slow blinking creature scurried off from the toddler sprinting at it in full force.

"Ah-shit—Wait! Leah!" He tries to jog after her—again tries as the kid can run a marathon without being even the slightest bit out of breath. The adrenalin coursing through her giving her the boost she needed to keep up with a damn rabbit. All you could do is pinch your nose bridge at the scene, dirt starting to cover Leon as he fell for the nth time trying to catch Leah who has ran into and out of the bushes, sticks starting to gather in her hair. But there was also something so calming about it, the warm glow of the sunset as the day wanes and the rippling laughter from your child can't help but fill all the crevices of your body with a pleasant almost fluffy feeling.

♡ ୨୧ ♡

Miraculously, she caught it. Diving forward and rolling onto her back as she held up the rabbit squirming in her grip. In turn Leon—who nearly fell again in the process—caught up to Leah, hooking his hands under her pits, firmly placing her on his hip.

"Mind tellin' me—" Leon stood there for a minute, chest heaving rigorously, vermillion curls sticking to his forehead. "When are we gonna put this kid in track!" He breathes out, nearly gasping for air with each word.

"Look mama I caught it!" Rosy cheeks stretching from ear to ear, beaming, as she shows off the clearly terrified animal.

"Of course you did, sweetie—" a warm smile accompanied your face but your eyes filled your thoughts with dread just thinking of how hard it'll be to untangle her hair before school tomorrow.

"Can I keep it!"

No?.. is what you'd like to say—what you should say to your child trying to bring a wild animal into the house.

But as huge bright blue orbs filled with delight and another pair looking down with nothing love, your heart turned on you. A breath your lungs been holding in for while finally pushes past your lips.

"What do you wanna name him Leah?"

high pitched giggles fall out her mouth as she sets her new 'pet' down, the rabbit hopping around the living room with Leah not far behind.

"You serious about this?"

"Hell no."

／(＞×＜)＼*.⋆｡˚

#leon kuwata x reader #danganronpa leon #danganronpa x reader #dr1 leon #dr1 trigger happy havoc #leon kuwata #leon kuwata x you #leon kuwata fluff #danganronpa #rewrite from wattpad :p #WRITING FOR LEON AGAIN FEELS CRAZY!!!

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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https://www.tumblr.com/fairylouist/720813891309944832/i-need-to-read-whiny-sub-bunny-binnie-so-badly?source=share

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bunny

SMUT BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gender neutral reader, hybrid au, bunny changbin, soft dom reader, sub changbin, established relationship, pet names (bun, baby girl), a teeny tiny bit of anal fingering. words: 0.9k ~ (962)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

walking through the front door of your shared apartment, your ears are met with the soft sounds of whimpers and pleads. you take off your shoes and coat before walking to the kitchen.

changbin has his back to you wearing nothing but an apron. his hands soaked in water as he washes a plate. his hair pushed back and cheeks flush nice and pink.

you walk behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder which causes him to jump. his eyes doe like and sparkling with such lust it suffocates you.

“hello bunny.” you coo, kissing his lips briefly. changbin whimpers loudly, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as you walk to the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water. you open the lid, gulping down the liquid as the coldness soothes your throat and pools in your stomach.

“yn..” changbin breathes out as he watches the water drip down your chin only to be wiped away in an instant with the back of your hand. you place the bottle on the counter top, walking towards him and reaching up.

your fingertips feather along his black bunny ears, extending to the very tips. wispy bits of fluff sit at the top of his ears to which you stroke and hum at the softness. all the while, changbin is stationary, stuck in time as you play and mess with his ears.

his lip caught between his teeth, cheeks and bridge of his nose beet red. his ears twitch as you caress him and hum as you watch him become reduced to nothing but a puddle by your feet.

“you're such a good bunny for me.” you coo as you cup his cheek in one hand whilst the other trails behind his back. his breath hitches in his throat as you go lower and lower. heat rising and radiating onto the palm of your hand as changbin stares at you, completely smitten and under your control.

“have you done everything i've asked of you?”

“i have.” he whispers.

“good baby girl. i suppose you'd want your treat now, mhm?” changbin nods his head frantically before his eyes widen and a burst of pleasure rushes up his spine.

your fingers have reached the top of his ass. situated is a cute and fluffy bunny tail. you take liberty of squeezing his tail, loving the way he melts some more. his eyes well with tears of pleasure, his hands shakily gripping onto the material of your shirt.

his legs shake and threaten to give up, buckling at the knees as he clings onto you for dear life. his body presses against you, all his body weight shifting onto you as you laugh and hold him steady.

you bury your fingers into the soft fluff of his tail, gently twisting it around your finger before squeezing and caressing it. changbin sobs and whimpers, breathy pants and moans fall past his lips.

he buries his head into your chest, his knuckles turning white. you kiss his forehead gently, loving the way your bunny is weak, whimper and submissive for you.

“yn.. yn please.” he looks up at you, his cheeks tear stained and flushed. you chew your bottom lip hard, your body shivering at the way he looks.

“please what?”

“please don't stop. please give me more.” he begs. you hum and comply to his wishes, using your free hand to caress his long bunny ears. you squeeze and caress his ears and tail at the same time providing an overwhelming amount of pleasure for your sweet boy.

you praise him, watching goose bumps rise to the surface of his flush skin. he grips onto you with such force that he's also pulling you down, desperation setting in.

“good.. so good.. don't stop–hng!”

“my good bunny. you're so good to me. i love you so much, binnie.”

“love.. love you too. i love you too, yn.” the pit of changbin's stomach burns. his fingertips and toes tingling whilst his mind is reduced to nothing. he's now hyper aware of you. how you caress and feel against him. how your heart rate is steady and skipping beats. how your breathing is slowly turning laboured.

your hands occasionally leave his tail to caress and cup his ass. you squeeze his soft and plump cheeks before rubbing his puckered hole with two fingers, circling and occasionally pushing the tips of your fingers inside before removing them, heightening changbin's frustration.

everything hurts. everything burns. he doesn't know how much longer he can keep up with it. with each squeeze, each rub and each praise drives his sense into over drive. empty whimpers and moans fall past his lips, eyes squeezed shut as tears slip past his lash line and stain his cheeks.

lips parting and becoming dry, saliva pooling and trickling down his chin occasionally staining your clothing.

“cant–” is all he manages to choke out before his legs violently shake and give up. his muscles twitch violently as he falls to the floor on his knees with you. his sticky fluid pools onto the floor beside his knees, the apron now stained.

you lick your lips as changbin shakes and whimpers. his chest heaving as he comes down from his high. he looks up at you, shivering at how hungry you are for him but also due to the fact that you didn't give him permission.

“yn. i–”

“did you feel good, bun?” he cautiously nods his head, not sure on whether you're baiting him due to your calm and soft demeanour.

“did i do good and make you proud?” he whispers.

“of course you did darling.” your hand cups his cheeks as you use your thumb to stroke under his eye. “you always do good and make me proud!”

note: ask and you shall receive! first hybrid au fic so i hope it's good/ok 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @septicrebel ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteerr ; @telesvng

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moonyssmommyy · 1 year

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My Marauders Headcanons Pt. 5 ~ Lily Jolene Evans

(No fancast cus I cannot for the life of me decide a Lily Evans fancast)

Her best class was charms but her favorite was potions

She was a god awful flyer poor lils 😭

Lesbian Lily Supremacy

Harry only exists because of the CompHet Lily experienced

It was only when Lily started noticing Mary in a different way that she accepted James' proposals

She thought it would make the strange feelings for Mary go away but it didn't

After her first and last night she knew that there was something wrong and it wasn't James

He was so sweet and so careful and so good to her

When she told James he was sad but glad she told him instead of just stringing him along

James hugged her and told her it was okay and that he had some tips to get girls to like her if she wanted em’

That made Lily laugh

James and Lily are wonderful co-parents

In a poly relationship with Pandora and Mary

Has three tiny dainty tattoos (one is hidden behind her ear)

Her and Mary were in a happy loving relationship while openly crushing on Pandora together for years before they got the courage to ask for a poly relationship

Fav color is unironically orange but not just any shade of orange, burnt orange, second fav is baby pink, third is white.

She's honestly a basic bitch but it's ok Lily we still love you 🤚🏼😭

She has Scottish/Irish ancestry

Viking too

Loves to read

Art academia aesthetic

Ducks her head when she's nervous

Twirls her hair when she lies

Has a bad habit of chewing on her hair

Lily's favorite animal is an elephant

Lily has a giraffe tattooed on her left inner ankle for Mary as it's her favorite animal

Lily also has a panda on her right outer ankle for Pandora bc her nickname for Pandora is Panda

She's ambidextrous

Lily's discovery of magic came about when she accidentally tossed Petunia out the window

The sweetest most supportive gal you'll ever meet

During their Hogwarts years everyone thought Remus and Lily were dating because they are very affectionate with each other

They're not afraid to hold hands

And a peck on the lips was not seen as romantic to them as it was to others just a simple display of affection

Like kissing your grandmother goodnight

She also still uses pinky promises as a legitimate foundation of trust

Lily has ear piercings and a septum piercing but that's it

She absolutely adores bunnies and would love to have one

The Evans' had a family cat and her and Petunia would fight over who got to feed it, and who got to play with it, and who got to sleep with it at night

Whenever Lily went away to Hogwarts she wanted to take the cat with her but Petunia threw a fit and her parents didn't think it won't be fair since it was the family cat so she couldn't

Whenever the cat had kittens two years later Petunia and Lily each got to keep one and the rest were given away by her parents

Lily was delighted to take her cat to Hogwarts

Lily cried and held each one of the kittens before they left and made sure to tell them how much she loved them

Whenever the family cat died Lily was absolutely heartbroken and she cried with her cat for days

Remus was there to hold her though and that made Lily feel better

Lily thinks Dolly Parton is a national treasure and if you don't like her she just cannot be friends with you and she isn't even sorry

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purplekissinger · 2 years

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You’re the entire circus

(guys english is not my native language, so this might look weird and im very sorry for any mistakes that ive made and the style in general. tw: it seems a bit a yandere)

Bunny Corcoran being sliiiiiiightly obsessed with you wold look like:

OH BOI that escalated quickly.

He noticed you first and took action immediately.

Let's be honest, Marion was not the brightest, although their relationship was kinda wholesome (up to a certain point). However, I think that, aside from the mother figure thing, Bunny is also desperately looking for a way to join that subculture that the rest of the club fits in so naturally. He kinda uses you as a key to this world; Imagine you two are in the library, you patiently explain something to him and oddly enough he listens carefully (whoever witnesses this is left in a slight shock).

Hungry for your praise. This vicious circle goes on and on, he plays on pity with endless whining, you give up and say something comforting or affectionate, he swallows it greedily and asks for more, more, more. (Please validate him).

Steals your stuff constantly and it's a PROBLEM. Say goodbye to a bunch of your hair ties, lipstick tubes and earrings. You'd be willing to swear someone looked in the underwear drawer too.

Remember the period when the greek geeks were secretly watching Bunny, and he was not so secretly following them? Yes. He's too bulky and awkward to be an invisible stalker like Richard, but that doesn't stop him. His rabbit ears are always somewhere nearby.

If Bunny thinks that someone is pestering his baby, then he is right there, already wedged into the conversation, voice raised fists throwing. Actually, that's the reason why you don't get to talk to the guys on campus at all, because he always reads the situation as threatening. By the level of jealousy, perhaps, he can be compared with Henry, and that level is very high.

Being rather conservative person, he will most likely try to get you into a relationship as soon as possible. If he succeeds, he will become a little tamer (but also bolder at the same time). If his hand is not on your shoulder, then it is on your waist. Instantly starts going around calling you “Mrs. Corcoran” and introduces you to his insufferable family.

Oh so you decided to reject him? Well, it's time to find out just how annoying he can be (spoiler there’s no limit). Whatever unstable peace you had is over, he just can’t leave you alone. If for some reason you’re not in the greek class, Bunny skips his lectures shamelessly to follow you and give you another headache.

Tl dr Bunny is not that dangerous, but you have no personal space now. His stubbornness and energy are incomparable.

‘So it really seemed like a good idea to you?’ you ask coldly. ‘Steal someone else's breakfast and eat it in front of everyone? You thought I didn't recognize the box?’

At first Bunny pretends to not understand, and does not even stop chewing on a pancake generously covered with maple syrup. He looks at you thoughtfully (brows furrowed, Latin textbook is pressed to your chest like a shield), then lowers his gaze and suddenly smiles charmingly.

‘Ah, so it's yours. I should have guessed. You're from Montreal, you probably don't eat anything there without a couple of buckets of this slurry. Well, there's one more left, care to join me?’

He's lying. Not only he did know that it was your breakfast, he's been deliberately choosing your box for several weeks (he obviously takes some strange pleasure in thinking that you cooked this food with your own hands). You could have easily exposed his shenanigans, if there was even a shred of hope that this circus would stop.

‘Go to hell’, you wave your hand wearily and sit beside him. ‘Bunny, if you're starving, just say so. We’ll start a charity fund. I think it should be enough for you at least for a couple of months’.

He snorts, wiping the crumbs on his sleeve, and deftly puts his hand on the back of the bench behind you. That's it, you're now sitting like a cute couple, only a cocktail with two straws is missing. You pick up a a fork absentmindedly, then take a small bite. Perhaps the syrup was indeed superfluous.

‘How is your Latin? The last translation was a tricky one’, he asked casually, and if you didn’t know him so well you might have thought that he had actually done it.

You wrinkled your nose as you opened your textbook to a bookmarked page, and Bunny reached for it eagerly. Immediately, you lightly slapped him on the palm of his hand: ‘Hey, wash your hands first. The last one you say?’

‘Actually’, he coughed shyly, ‘the third one would also be nice to check’.

You open the first exercise without asking any more questions. You want to get mad at Bunny, and he obviously tries his best to help you with this, but in vain: he’s just too sweet in his spontaneity. Di immortales, if only he wasn't so annoying! Last week you caught him waist-deep in your locker, and five minutes later you forgave him from the bottom of your heart.

Luckily for him, that night Bunny was too busy breaking into your room while being drunk and then had a long argument with your roommate Anika, and then fell asleep peacefully in the hallway.

He never knew what fatum had not befallen him.

#tsh #the secret history #bunny corcoran #headcanon #the secret history x reader #bunny corcoran x reader #yandere behavior #am i sorry or am i excited #donna tartt #dark acamedia

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mydarllinglover · 1 year

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Alone || Bed-Time Tales

"How are my poorly babies doing?" Natalia asked, carrying soup into the twins room, Archie was tucked up with Bambi, in her bed, Daryl was sat beside them, making sure they were all cosy, whilst Evie was laying cold flannels on their foreheads, Dog layed his head on the end of the girls bed.

"They're fighting it." Daryl told her. "Kids are Dixons."

“They’re also Moores, thats what scares me.” She muttered, chewing her nail.

"It seems pretty easy to pass through." Evie explained. "The main concerns are their fevers and considering they've never even had a cold before, their immune systems are gonna be pretty weak, they need to gain their strength and stay hydrated."

"That's okay, you can both eat your veggies, and Mommy's gonna find out what special remedy's are gonna make my angels feel better." Natalia shoved Daryl off the bed, taking his spot, giving her kids kisses on their cheeks.

Evie grimaced at her father, who just rolled his eyes with a shake of his head.

"I've been gone for days, they get a lil sniffle, and all this?" She grumbled.

"Mommy, I don't like green food, it's yucky." Bambi pouted, holding tight to her bunny.

"Yuck." Archie stuck his tongue out.

"Yeah, they might be, but they're gonna make you big an strong, an' Daddy'll make them taste so good you can't even notice that they're veg." Daryl bypassed Evie's comment.

"That's okay, Daddy, you're not the best at cooking, but Mommy is." Bambi patted his hand, letting him down gently.

"Yeah, you weren't around when she wasn't." Evie grimaced.

"Alright, I want you two to get some rest, and stay in bed, Mommy is gonna take some soup to Auntie Ro's and make sure she's okay, and Daddy is gonna stay here and make sure my sick babies are taken care of when I'm away." She then turned to Daryl, her smile dropping and her brows narrowing. "Aren't you."

"Y-yeah, yes." He cleared his throat. "I got it, alright, ain't nothin' gon' happen to 'em."

"Bye-bye." She kissed their heads, again. "Mommy loves you, I'm gonna be right back, okay? I love you."

"Love you, Mommy."

"Bye-bye Momma." Archie waved his little hand, twirling his hair in the other.

"Aunt Nat, Daisy's trying to use the stove, again!" RJ called from the kitchen.

"Daisy Caroline, get your ass out of that kitchen!" She shouted down, pointing at her husband before talking to him. "Daryl, don't let him do that, it'll tangle into a huge knot, and he's not gonna like it when I have to brush it out. I'm gonna swing by the cell, too, make sure they're actually feeding Lydia, hopefully convince her to leave, too." Natalia told him, as she got up from the bed, and heading out of the room, ignorant to the huff and puff her husband let out as he resumed his seat, gently pulling his son's hand out of his hair.

"Wait, why's Lydia in the cells?" Evie asked Daryl.

"Your boyfriend attacked her, that woman yer mom kept arguing with, she was killed by Negan when he was helping her, an' she's beating herself up about it." He explained, in a low voice, trying not to raise suspicion from the six year old.

"Who, Gage?" She gasped.

"Yeah, that prick." He scowled, leaning his chin on his fist, as he ran his thumb along his youngest kids cheeks, as they fell back asleep.

"Daddy, Mommy told us to come up here so you could watch us, but she said we're not allowed in the room." Daisy stood at her doorway, staying beyond the door, RJ was stood beside her.

"Yeah, stay away from yer brother an' sister, you don' wanna come in here and catch this nasty bug." He nodded. "Yer Mom leave yet?"

"Yeah, said not to follow her." She rolled her eyes.

"Alright, Eve, why don' you-"

"Can't, gotta go handle something." Evie stood up from the chair in the corner of the twins room, rushing out to leave.

"Eve?" He hissed after her, but she was already out of ear shot.

"She's a wild one." Daisy shook her head, folding her arms.

"Says you." RJ looked at her.

"Daisy, shush or I'll puke on you." Bambi fluttered her lashes as she failed to sleep, with all the noise. "Daddy, can you tell us a story, please?"

"Don' you wanna go sleep?" He asked, picking at his nails.

"No she doesn't, Daddy I want a story too, remember me, your other kid."

"My Mommy tells me stories about the brave man."

"Yeah, and our Mommy never tells us stories about her, I want to hear about Mommy." Daisy pitched in, again.

"Alright, alright, how 'bout I tell you a story about both of yer Moms."

"Okay." The three cheered, though, Bambi's was a lot weaker.

"Back at the prison."

"The one in Georgia." Daisy added.

"Shush." She was hushed by not only her twin sister, but also the boy sat beside her.

"Dadda." Archie outstretched his arms, per usual, wanting a cuddle, cause he didn't know what else was going on, but his father obliged, picking the boy up and resting him on his lap.

"Alright, so, it started out with this one kid, Patrick, me an' yer Mom, we spoke to him, only that morning, he thanked us both for this huge feast we brought back, that we kept palming the thanks off to each other, this was before yer Mom took a liking to me."

"Did you have a crush on Mommy?" Bambi asked.

"Yeah." He chuckled, untangling Archie's hair with his fingers. "I hadda big crush on Mommy, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen on the planet, an' for a while now. Anyway, so whilst we were all asleep, Patrick, the illness had started, and he died in his sleep, an' you know what happens when you die, right?"

"Yeah! You become a walker." Daisy answered.

"Right, an' the bad news was that, cause it was at night, and everyone was asleep, no one knew, so he just went about feasting on the people around 'im, and no one knew to stop him, until the next morning, when the other people woke up to the walkers coming at 'em. So they started screaming, me, Momma/ Aunt Nat, Uncle Rick, Uncle Glenn, an' Aunt Sasha, we raced over to check what was going on, the whole area was under attack, but it was all people who didn't have a clue what ta do, an' It was yer Momma that was saving all the kids, she was, she's incredible, faster than me and Rick, she had it, we were just back up. Anyway, we eventually found out what had happened, that an illness was breaking out around the prison. We had nothing to help these people, and they were thinning out, we had a murder case on our hands, our fences were falling down, people were dropping like flies, it was a mess."

"What happened with the fences?" RJ asked.

"'Cause of the gunshots, attracted a whole buncha walkers, they were clinging onto the fences, tryna tear them down, an' it was already bad before that, we were struggling to keep 'em up, when Nat, she had the idea of using the sick piggies, luring them out, letting the walkers go after them, whilst they fixed the fences, so me an' Uncle Rick, we rode out and did that, see, she don' think Rick gave her any credit for that, but he did, he told me, he always gave yer Aunt credit." He spoke to RJ. "They loved each other a lot, respected each other, but Jesus did they argue, like a pair of siblings, just as bad as these two." He nodded to the twins. "Well, anyway, Uncle Glenn and Aunt Sasha got sick, an' they were in quarantine."

"What's Quaran tin?" Daisy asked.

"Its uh, it's a place that very sick people go, so that they don't get other people sick." He told her, slightly loosing attention when something out of the twin's bedroom window caught his eye.

"Then what happened?" Bambi asked, when he got up from the bed, staring out the glass now, his brows furrowed.

"Uh, how 'bout I finish this story later." He said, putting Archie back down on the bed. "Think Aunt Carol's up to somethin' stupid, again."

"But, Daddy, you haven't finished the story" Daisy complained.

"I know, sweetheart, I will later, need ya to all wait here for yer Momma or sister, 'kay, tell her Daddy had to take care of something important."

"Mommy says to not leave us unattended, we're only little." Bambi told him.

"When I was yer age, my old man left me at home for weeks on end, ma mom was always at work or asleep, you'll be fine, just sit still an'... talk about Math, or something. Dog, come on, boy." He told them, stepping over the kids at the door, and jogging down the stairs, only thinking about what the hell Carol could be doing, wanting to leave Alexandria, Dog excitedly followed behind him.

"We're six, what the hell do we know about Math?" Daisy asked the other two kids.

"I don't think Daddy knows what we do in School." Bambi shrugged, shaking her head as she gently led Archie to lay back down with her.

"Your Dad's not very responsible." RJ told them.

"At least we have a dad, RJ." Daisy snapped back at the poor boy.

"Daisy, I'm gonna throw up again." Bambi warned her.

"Okay?"

"So pass me the bin!"

"Okay!" She rolled her eyes, covering her mouth whilst she entered her own bedroom, reaching for the bin.

"I feel like utter shit." Rosita groaned, sitting up, after barfing into her own bin for the past five minutes straight. "it's making me feel worse knowing the kids are going through it, too."

"We all get a stomach bug, they'll live." Natalia told her, letting go off the ponytail of hair she had been holding, for her friend.

"Thanks, by the way, Nat." Rosita told her, giving her a weak smile.

"Hey, its fine, I got you, always, remember how you helped me when I was pregnant with the twins?"

"You were awful." She laughed.

"Yeah, I was." Natalia agreed. "But hey, at least you don't scream and shout at me, like I did to you."

"You were so mean, kinda glad you were in the woods when you had Archie."

"Oh, I think I was much better when I was Pregnant with him, I only had one baby, and I had the kids constantly around me, couldn't do much to lash out on anyone."

"I missed you, when you were gone, so bad."

"I missed you, too."

"You never came to visit." She leaned against her headboard, Natalia climbed in beside her. "I thought that you might, y'know, to see Maggie, to see me and Tara, but you never did, I really wished you would."

"I know, I'm sorry." Natalia brushed through a strand of Rosita's hair, beginning to braid it.

"I never came to see you, because I thought you wanted to just be left alone, Tara said that if you wanted to be around people, you would be around people, that the both of you just needed space, time to mourn, not just Rick, but everyone and everything, take off all the weight you both been carrying this whole thing."

"I wanted to see you, I did..."

"But you never came."

"I know." She sighed, "I was just so fucking busy, and with Daryl, I just... I couldn't leave, not at that point, he needed that break, I needed to be around just my kids, it was selfish, but I just... I didn't know how much more I had left in me."

"Yeah, I get that." Rosita Whispered.

"Eat your soup, before it gets cold." Natalia told her.

"Yes, Mom." She teased, dipping her spoon into the soup Natalia and Daisy made together, but when she brought it to her lips, sipping the liquid, she pulled a sour face, desperately trying to neutralise it though. "Oh, wow, oh wow, can I guess who added the salt?" She wheezed, accepting the glass of water Natalia passed her.

"Daisy insisted Auntie Ro loves her salt, and Daisy knows Auntie Ro so much more than Mommy." Natalia recounted, in air quotes. "Let's just say Bam and Arch will be having something else for dinner, to make them feel better."

"Oh, yeah, but I can have this." Rosita scowled.

"Hey, I couldn't get away with leaving it, and you need at least something. Daisy'll be asking you how much you liked her soup, when you're better."

"And I'll be telling her it's the best damned thing I've ever eaten, in my life."

"Good girl." Natalia nodded approvingly.

"Y'know, I always wanted a little girl, a daughter, since I was little." Rosita told her. "Obviously that was before I realised I was in love with a woman, Tara and me, we were talking about it, only a few weeks before..." She started to choke up. "Said we'd have dibs on the next orphan, I don't think she really wanted a kid, guess she only agreed with it because that's what I wanted. I miss her, so much."

"I know." Natalia rested her head on her friends, holding her comfortingly. "We all miss her, she was amazing, she was... she was Tara."

Natalia eventually went home, letting Rosita sleep, but made sure to let the woman know that she'd return every few hours to make sure she was okay and on the mend.

"Kids? Daryl? I'm home!"

"Mommy, we're up here, still." Daisy called down to her.

"Where's your father?" She called up, heading up the stairs, spotting Daisy and RJ looking rather bored as they sat in front of the Twins bedroom.

"Daddy said he had to go stop Aunt Carol from doing something stupid." She answered.

"So he left the four of you unattended to go do something stupid?" She clarified.

"He told us to sit and think about math." RJ added.

"You're babies, what the hell do you know about math?" Natalia furrowed her brows, stepping over the two kids to check in with the other pair, who were sound asleep.

"That's what we said!" Daisy threw her hands up in the air, frustrated.

Natalia swept back Archies curls, feeling his forehead, that still felt rather hot, Bambi's was the same.

"Where's Evie?" She asked, stepping over the two once more, heading towards the bathroom to fetch two freshly cold flannels.

"Said she had to go deal with something."

"Wait, wait, hang on, let me get this straight." Natalia paused.

"Not only did Daddy, who said he would watch you, kids, his kids, his sick and young kids, decide to leave, but your sister did, as well?"

"No, Mommy, Evie left first." Daisy answered.

"Ho!” Natalia scoffed loudly, heading back towards the bedroom. "So he purposefully left you guys alone?"

"Is Daddy in trouble, is he gonna be grounded?"

"Yes, your father is in deep, deep trouble, do you know where he went, when he'll be back."

Daisy shook her head.

"Uncle Daryl said he would finish his story later." RJ let her know.

"Uncle Daryl might not be alive to do that, honey."

"Why isn't Daddy gonna be alive, Is Aunt Carol going to kill him?" Bambi, who had stirred awake, only moments ago, asked.

"No, baby, I'm going to kill him, go back to sleep."

"My mommy's actually killed people, she's so gonna kill my dad." Daisy whispered rather loudly to RJ.

"I wouldn't wanna be Uncle Daryl when he gets back."

"Daisy Caroline, you and Richard are going to be sleeping in your sister's room, tonight." Natalia turned on them.

"But, Mommy-"

"Go make yourselves comfortable, I'll be starting dinner in an hour, oh, and I'll be bringing your bedtime things down in a bit, I don't want to catch you going through their things, Daisy."

"I wasn't gonna." The girl rolled her eyes, folding her arms as the two young children stomped down the stairs.

Natalia was chopping vegetables when the front door sounded, the tapping of paws against the floor told her who it was.

Dog greeted her excitedly, jumping at the counter to see what she was doing, whilst Daryl strolled in.

"How's Rosita?" He asked.

Natalia ignored him, but her knifework got more aggressive, the carrot she was chopping was getting tinier and tinier.

"She okay?" He pushed, approaching her side.

She slammed the knife down, the hilt of it stabbing into the chopping board, staying upright on it's own, she then moved away, tossing a bowl of pasta into a pan of boiling water.

"You ain't talking to me?"

The next job was squeezing up tomato's blending them up for the sauce.

"Nat."

"Daryl, you fucking- don't, just piss off, okay, go." She turned to him, glaring daggers, pouring her anger into her sauce.

"What's yer problem?"

"I can't believe you." She shook her head.

"Hey, talk to me." He took the tomato's away from her.

"Our children are up there, sick. Ill, very, very ill. I asked if you could do one thing, just one thing! Be with our kids, stay with them, so I could help our friend." She pointed between the both of them. "And you couldn't do that! I have to come home to all four of them, alone, by themselves, because you wandered off! What the hell is wrong with you, Daisy and Bambi are six years old! They are babies, Archie is a literal baby, you left a one year old alone with his sisters, that can't even tell their lefts from their rights, and RJ, he's not our kid, Daryl! Which means, we can't make decisions, like leaving him unintended, if something were to happen, that is our responsibility and we, who we have to explain to Michonne if anything happens to him, do you not understand any of this? You are a father? It is your job to protect those kids, and as my husband, it's your job to do as I say! Not go gallivanting with your best friend whenever you feel like it! What if something were to happen, what if- what if our sick children, what if one of them were to have dropped dead-"

"Natalia!" He warned.

"No, Daryl! I am still talking. Our child drops dead, then they come back, they start on the other one, heading for the next, do you think Daisy could kill her own siblings, that a six year old can do that? Do you, cause I don't think she can, and I definitely know for a fact that RJ couldn't. Here's another scenario, the man, that had it out for us, kept me and you as prisoners, treated as dirt, because he wanted us as his "pets." he's just escaped, no one can find him, what would happen if I came home, and he was stood over our children with a knife, with a gun, with a pole. Or, his bat? Because, y'know, we are the ones who helped defeat him and his people, and had him locked up in a cage! Oh, yeah, we're at war, right now, with a crazy person and her clan of crazy people, who have been witnessed to do crazy shit, she knows us, she knows our faces, she knows we have kids, you especially know she's not above killing kids-"

"We took one of her people." He interrupted her.

She blinked, then again, then her face morphed into confusion.

"What?"

"Carol was sneaking off to go look for her horde, couldn't let her go by herself, stuff went down, now we got one of her people in the cell, Nat, I'm sorry, I had ta go."

"Oh, I'm aware of how high you have Carol on your list of importance, I just didn't realise where your kids were, till now."

"She lost her kid, Nat! You have no idea what she's going through, she's unstab-"

"There is no fucking way you just said that to me, right now." She cut him off. "I can fully understand and sympathise with her pain and her loss, and I get why she is so hellbent on this, but it's not your job or your place to act like her damn babysitter, dropping everything to run to her side, you have your own children you should be babysitting. If Carol's so determined on killing Alpha and finding this horde, that is her decision and her mission, not yours! So leave the damn woman alone and let her grieve."

"Is Aunt Carol in trouble?" A small croaky voice came from the hallway.

"Bammy, what are you doing out of bed?" Natalia asked the little girl, her bunny was in her lazy grip, a sad expression on her small face.

"Daddy said he would finish his story when he got back." She stated.

"What story, lovey?" Natalia asked her.

"About the sickness at the prison, and how you saved everyone's lives, and the piggies, and that Daddy had a huge crush on you, too."

"Bam-" He tried to cut her off.

"We got to the part about Uncle Glenn and Aunt Sasha getting sick, but then you left, what happened?" She then started having a coughing fit.

"Honey, honey just let it out, alright, don' force it." Natalia told her, rubbing the girls back, as she fell to her knee's.

Daryl was moving to get her a glass of water, but Natalia stopped him.

"No, Daryl, I boiled some, up there, get her that." She told him.

"On it." He said.

Bambi was still coughing when he also dropped to his knee's beside her, helping her slowly drink out of the glass.

"Hold on, baby, don' breathe and drink at the same time." Daryl told her, waiting for Bambi to stop catching her breath.

"Did anyone ever mention to you the special remedy Hershel used whilst we were at the vets?" Natalia asked Daryl.

"Nope, we were too busy being under attack."

"And everyone who was around are either dead or gone." She grumbled. "Carol would probably know, right? She knows shit like that."

"Mhmm." He nodded.

"Mommy... you said "shit" was a bad word..." Bambi whispered in an hoarse voice.

"I did, didn't I? Well, Mommy's a hypocrite."

"Does that mean we can swear?" Another voice asked.

"No." Daryl and Natalia both told Daisy.

"Bebe, are you okay?" She asked, half hiding behind the wall. "Mommy?"

"Yeah, baby, she and your brother are gonna be okay, speaking of which, I'm just gonna go find Aunt Carol, which also means that Daddy is definitely going to stay here and finish his story, aren't you."

"Yes, I will." He pressed.

"You should know, I do love you, but the love I have for my kids is more stronger than the self restraint I have from killing you If you put them in danger, again." She told him in a low voice.

"Ain't nothing gonna happen to them." He replied, in the same serious tone.

"Good." She nodded, getting up from the floor.

"Bee, get back into bed, your fathers gonna finish the story, Dase, you and RJ can go listen, as long as there's a window open and you stay away."

"Okay, Mommy." They both answered.

She went to walk towards the front door, but it had already opened, Carol coming through it, bits of food was stuck in her hair, also on her face, and neck, and clothes.

"The hell happened to you?" Daryl asked.

"Kids, go upstairs, I think this might have something to do with what Daddy and Aunt Carol snuck off for." She told the twins, still staring at Carol.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #carl grimes #carol peletier #daryl fanfiction #glenn rhee #michonne #rick grimes #daryl imagines #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixion smut #daryldixonalonetwd #darylxnatalia #twd daryl x y/n #rosita espinosa #twd rosita

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kitramune · 10 months

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This is not my usual fandom posting so feel free to ignore it but in light of posting pics of my rabbits I've gotten a lot of other rabbit pics in my feed and I don't want to call anyone out, but education is always key, so... I'll just share my stance here: Rabbits do NOT belong in cages. Rabbits may seem lazy since they are crepuscular (like cats, meaning active at dawn and dusk) but they are extremely active when they are, and need space to roam and binky and run and hop. A cage is not that. Cages are also impractical af since they cost upwards of $100, whereas you can make much more adequate space by buying those puppy exercise pens for like $40. Save your friend, and save your wallet. Rabbits do NOT belong outside. Domestic bunnies have no way to regulate their body temperature and will very easily overheat or freeze if left outside. That's not even accounting for predators like neighborhood cats tormenting/scaring them or breaking in to get them. Rabbits do not belong on hard floors, nor do they belong on most advertised substrates. Rabbits do not have paw pads. Just fur and bone. A hard surface can cause sore hawks (open wounds on the feet) at best, and permanent splayed legs at worst. Many substrates are also toxic or hazardous for them to ingest. Rabbits can't vomit like a dog or cat, so if they ingest something bad, they are very at risk for blockages or toxicity build-up. Generally safe exceptions include recycled paper bedding or baked pellet bedding, in their litter box. For flooring, I recommend an area rug that they can't dig or chew up. Speaking of litter boxes, those little corner ones that come with cages? Ditch 'em. (Spayed and neutered) Rabbits are exceptionally clean animals, but they do poop constantly throughout the day due to how their digestive system works. Those tiny boxes are going to fill up even if you manage to make them comfortable for the bun, and then the rabbit is forced to get feces and urine all over its paws, or it's going to say "screw that" (understandably so) and eliminate all over its space. Preference for hood vs no hood etc is going to vary depending on the rabbit, but go with a large cat litter box and clean it every 1-2 days depending on the bun or your own tolerances. Get a large, heavy dog water bowl. Rabbits on a healthy diet drink a LOT more than you'd expect. Elowen is only like 4lbs and I have to change her huge bowl every day. I say heavy cuz rabbits like to throw their bowls. Those little water bottles for cages are also pretty garbage. Not only are they bacteria traps that are ridiculously hard to clean, they don't give enough water and your bun is at high risk for dehydration. Drinking out of a bowl is far more natural for the lil guys. Brush them and clip their nails! They will groom themselves but rabbits have very heavy sheds and because they can't cough up hairballs like cats, it's a blockage risk if they have a ton of excess hair. Long nails in a rabbit will also increase their risk for splayed legs and other health issues. That healthy diet I mentioned? It needs to be about 80% grass hay. Make sure they have a steady supply, especially in their litter box (rabbits have an "active gut" meaning they eliminate while grazing) If you have a hard time with Timothy Hay because of allergies or dust, I recommend good quality orchard grass or oat hay. Pellets should be given only at mealtimes measured by the rabbit's weight. More is liable to make your rabbit overweight. Pellets should be 19% fiber MINIMUM. Untreated or washed leafy greens are also important. (I get those pre-washed baby spring salad mixes for Elowen cuz I'm a big dummy lazypants). Fruits and veggies should be treats only, due to the sugar. (Yes, the carrot stereotype is a LIE. I know.) Hay naturally keeps their gut healthy and their teeth filed. If you notice a rabbit not eating for a few hours, take it seriously. G.I Stasis is no joke, nor are overgrown teeth. X_X

#animals #rabbits #bunnies #pets #care #I doubt this will get shared much but if anyone asks I'd be happy to include resources and stuff #tumblr got mad at the length so I had to delete the last point about GIVING THEM LOVE #rabbits are social animals you guys

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 1 year

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Watching you dancing in your platform shoes You look so pretty in these reds and blues Baby, please, I know we're diving deep And you can barely breathe I'm scared completely that you'll up and leave me Is it worth this feeling?

Who are we kidding? That night in Milwaukee Was already starting

Your hair in my mouth Pull me down to the couch Oh, I want you right now And everyone tells me My heart beats for nothing But something is changing

I've still got that ring that you let me wear In that haunted swimming pool, I know you felt me there You'll win this hide, don't try to change my mind I feel so sure this time

Standing in just your t-shirt I know that this will hurt If you let go of me first

Who was I kidding? That night in Milwaukee You already had me

Your hair in my mouth Pull me down to the couch Oh, I want you right now I want you right now And everyone tells me My heart beats for nothing But something is changing

Standing in just your t-shirt Something is changing If you let go of me first Something is changing

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@karatecaulfield back to making the lesbians little graphics and such!!!

Actually posting it is my birthday present to myself XD I just turned 26!!! This just in: Getting old isn't actually that scary. It might be when my health starts failing and whatnot, but for now I am vibing. Might finally get a job soon, too, so I can now shitpost without worrying about money constantly!!!

Also YO I MADE THIS AGES AGO BUT I NEVER POSTED BECAUSE I KEPT OBSESSING OVER THE PERFECT RUBY RING HELP

Truly what has obsessing over a couple of rich lesbians done to me akanhdusygduyis Do you know how much I would've cared about finding the perfect picture of a ruby ring 3 years ago??? 0%. YasMoon has forever altered me. There's no going back to who I once was.

I still debated myself for a long-ass time because like. I was like is that TOO much red nail polish??? Should I crop it out in the middle left pic??? Is it more symbolically poetic or whatever if only YASMINE has flashy red nail polish??? Is she the only one between them who gets to act like a showy tropical bird doing a mating dance??? But then I was like nah...wearing matching nail polish is 4000% one of those coupley-things-we're-gonna-pass-off-as-best-friend-things Yasmine and Moon would definitely do. And they both look damn good in it, so. Fuck it!!! They went matchy matchy to their secret hotel date!!!

So I got kind of obsessed with the idea of a YasMoon songfic based on Wisconsin Ave by Kailee Morgue, where basically Yasmine secretly books a nice hotel room the night after her 15th birthday (so pre-show!) so she and Moon can have a night to themselves and finally be free to do whatever they want! I've mentioned it in previous posts, but I am like. VERY certain these two were messing around backstage during (and before) Season 1, and the idea is so JUICY that I sadly am coming up with plot bunnies about it faster than I can write them D:

For whatever reason, Wisconsin Ave is the one that keeps chewing on me like a brain worm, and may in fact become a full-length songfic one of these days ^^; So naturally, to tide me over until then, I sated this desire the only way I know how...

MOODBOARDS AND FICLETS BAYBEE

This moodboard goes with this, this, this, and this! (Might make Daze Inn its own moodboard too, if I REALLY can't Find My Chill with these things ^^;) Tangentially related, but Yasmine's blue dress at the beginning of the Halloween episode in S1 was SUCH an underrated look. Like I don't care if it was supposed to be slutty or whatever!!! It served!!! I miss her skimpy little outfits tbh, the girl can have a redemption arc without having to dress "modest" like the good girls ;_____; Let her dress like a slut!!! This is her holy divine right as a woman!!!

Also they definitely underwater kissed in that hotel pool. I know, I was there, they told me themselves--

In any case, Moon would absolutely see Yas spinning around in that dress in a pair of stylish platform heels and just be so fucking gone for her. I love imagining it as this sweet, blissful moment of butterflies in her stomach and the unique euphoria of young love...and then reality comes crashing down seconds later and Moon is like "oh, I am fucked." Because all they get is this one perfect night--one night to be themselves and love each other the way they want to and let loose and do whatever they want...and then they have to go home. They have to go back under the watchful eyes of parents and classmates and snotty neighbors and everyone else who they have to hide from.

And Moon has to wonder. What if this this little arrangement between--this affection limited only to where no one can see--gets to be too much for Yasmine? What if she starts wanting someone she can show off? Love in the open? Take home to her parents?

...a boy?

And she lives in that fear. She lives in the fear that Yasmine could snatch away everything they have on a moment's notice and leave her behind to pursue something a little less...complicated.

She feels it all night--watching Yasmine dance, kissing her on the suite couch, wearing the ring Yasmine got as a birthday gift with their feet dangling in the Universal Studios Hilton pool that some kid supposedly drowned in. Waking up in Yasmine's shirt the next morning.

Knowing that she's Yasmine's, whether she wants to be or not. Moon is in too deep to pull herself away now.

The other girls in their group sneer at her. They see how she looks at Yasmine. They know the admiration in her eyes go beyond platonic.

And they hate her, because she's the only one that Yasmine gives any of that back to. She's The Favorite. The right-hand Beta Bitch. Unquestionably second in their lunch table's pecking order. She calls the shots far more than any of the other girls are allowed.

Not that Moon feels the need to call shots. But it's still a privilege not afforded to the girls who throw snide, passive-aggressive comments her way.

It'd bother Moon more if Yasmine actually gave a shit. But their "friends" are irrelevant to the queen bee beyond how good they can make the table look to the rest of the school.

Harper Moreno confronts her one time. Corners Moon on the way to history class--a class she notably doesn't share with Yasmine.

"I know you want Yasmine." Harper doesn't mince words. "I see you over there, leering at her all lunch. You're wasting your time."

"I don't--"

"No use lying about it." Harper's eyes flash coldly. "You really think you're the only one of us who's ever wanted to fuck her? You're not special, Moon."

Moon sways on her feet, caught off-guard.

"Did you ever...?"

"Not me, no. But I know others who have."

Yasmine would tell her Harper's trying to get the better of her. Work her up until she loses her composure and gives Harper the kind of undignified reaction she wants. Something she can get Aubrey or Jenna--probably hiding somewhere in a nearby crowd--to stealthily record and put on her Instagram story.

Something to bring her down so Harper can fill the now-vacant spot of Yasmine's second-in-command.

Moon isn't going to have it.

"You don't know me," she says coldly. "You don't know her. I matter to her in a way you don't."

It's a cruel thing to say. Yasmine would approve.

So much of what Moon does hinges on that these days.

Moon doesn't like the conniving smile Harper gives her. The way the other girl steps forward, putting only a few inches between them before leaning forward and hissing in her ear.

"It's all for nothing, you know. Your little crush. Yasmine will throw you away once she's done with you, just like she does with everyone."

As Harper saunters off, she throws one last sneer over her shoulder.

"I've known her since middle school, by the way. I've learned by now you don't get attached. Maybe you should wise up, too."

Most everyone else she talked to told her something similar. Her mom warned her away even more strongly.

"I went to high school with that type of girl too, Moonchild. They'll break your heart. Plain and simple."

But on the morning after Yasmine's 15th, looking at herself in a hotel mirror clad in Yasmine's clothes...

Moon has her doubts.

After all, it's not just any girl Yasmine invites for a private getaway in a luxury room. And if the loose Paris t-shirt hanging off her, the ruby ring still on her bedside table, and the bright red nail polish Yasmine picked solely to match Moon's are any indication...

Yasmine seems to have gotten pretty tangled up herself.

And something is shifting. The way Yasmine's sprawled out on the bed with her hair a rumpled mess on the pillows, drool trailing from her mouth...

It's imperfection she's never dared show before. Every past time she and Moon screwed around, one always fled before the morning came.

Now here Yasmine is, messy and flawed and laying it all bare for Moon to see. Trusting Moon with it.

It feels like the beginning of something.

Not the beginning of a "real" relationship. Moon isn't that naive.

But the beginning of Yasmine considering what they have is deeper than she planned?

That Moon can hope for.

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(This is Harper btw)

I gave her a personality and a backstory!!! She fucking sucks and I'm very excited to write more of her being a menace <3

I do fr wonder about the other girls at Yasmine and Moon's S1 table. Like who are they??? Did they really all just ditch tf out of Yasmine after the wedgie incident??? Why did Yasmine deem them in particular worthy of the Rich Girl Clique, but only sometimes (since it's different extras at the lunch table in different scenes)???? Anyways, I imagine they prolly were passive-aggressive terrors to Moon because of all the blatant favoritism and special treatment she got from the Alpha Bitch. There was so totally inner bullying going on in that clique, and someday!!! I will write about it more than anyone ever asked for!!!

Anyways!!! More posts about Best Lesbians coming soon :3 As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

#yasmoon #yasmine x moon #moon x yasmine #aesthetic #moodboard #yasmine cobra kai #moon cobra kai #cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #(or pre season 1 anyways)#femslash #wlw #lesbian

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thiswasinevitableid · 2 years

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As a tired lesbian retail worker I would love to see 45 with danbrey!! (NSFW if possible) 💖

sending you lots of good vibes as we head into the final shopping rush! This ended up right on the edge of NSFW; there's no sex, but it gets kind of steamy.

(This will also be the last fill until the middle of next week, since I'll be on the road)

45. We’re both working at the mall during the holiday season and everything about this experience is miserable except for getting to spend time with you

It could be worse, Dani reminds herself. Origins isn’t the most in-demand brand in the make-up area, so she’s not as swamped as she could be. The speakers blaring Christmas music could be directly above the counter instead of two panels over. She could be in Barclay’s position, working off what she can only assume is some kind of karmic debt as seasonal staff at Cinnabon.

And, of course, she could be working somewhere that isn’t directly across from the MAC counter, current workplace of Aubrey, AKA the most intense crush Dani’s had since high school.

Aubrey radiates cool in a way that makes Dani routinely forget how to form cogent sentences. Her black hair is piled up in a bouffant (which stays in place through either magic or enough hairspray to propel a jet), her black and red make-up is immaculate and, best of all, her nails are painted in bi pride colors. Meaning Dani has a chance if she manages to ask her out.

It’s not just that she looks like a glam biker (Dani has a type, okay?); their hours are almost the same, so they’ve been working across from each other since mid-October, and as the holiday crowds swelled, the bright spot of her day has become the conversations the two of them manage to have across the strip of trashed carpet between their counters.

She glances over to see Aubrey finishing up with an older woman who seems to be buying for a niece she hasn’t seen in five years. Dani’s sure Aubrey nailed the request; she’s personable and gets details out of conversations that baffle Dani. When she’d asked her secret, Aubrey had winked and stage whispered, “Cold reading, baby.”

A sudden after-school rush had thwarted her follow up questions.

Both counters are quiet, but Aubrey still peers around before waving Dani over and pulling out her phone.

“I have been wanting to show you this all. Day.”

The screen switches to a picture of an enormous, white rabbit wearing a flame-patterned sweater and a furious expression.

“Wow, that is a big bunny.”

“Thirteen pounds. Which isn’t great for, like, hat tricks and stuff. But I have trained him to stop chewing on the little wand I use.”

“Holy crap, you’re a magician.”

“Yep! You’re looking at the Lady Flame.” A business card appears in Aubrey’ fingers and Dani takes it as her crush adds, “usually I’ve got a little flash of fire with that but, uh, I kind of got chewed out by my manager the last time I used it.”

“Guess I better come to one of your shows to see it then.” She tucks the card into her pants pocket.

Aubrey grins, “You totally should. Who knows” she bounces her eyebrows, “maybe I’ll even let you pet the bunny.”

Dani blushes and is saved from saying something cheesy back by Aubrey whispering, “customers, ten o clock.”

As Dani hurries back to her spot, she realizes that in handing her the card, Aubrey also just gave Dani her number.

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She’s got ten customers browsing and four who need help and all Aubrey wants to do is lay face down on the counter and make sad faces at the universe until Dani appears across from her. Her friend hasn’t been in all morning. Aubrey is both worried and lonely; having Dani nearby, hair like sunshine and a smile that’s so endearing Aubrey wants to kiss it for the rest of her life, is the only thing keeping her from lighting her hair on fire.

Most days she likes being at the MAC counter. It’s fun to help people find things that make them feel more confident or encourage them to be a little bolder with their appearance. Plus everyone at the counter is queer, and art weirdo, or both, so she feels right at home. But when the holidays come it brings every kind of annoying or rude customer into the mall, and even chill people seem terser when stuck among the bustling crowds and droning carols. The only thing that makes it better to be scolded or argued with by someone’s mom are the chances she gets to talk with Dani. Who’s not here right now.

By the time she finally gets to look at the clock again, it’s been an hour and a half and it’s her lunch break. She only just avoids sprinting into the back to prevent any customers from cutting into her precious half-hour of peace.

As she’s pulling her tupperware from the fridge and wishing she’d made something other than rice for this week, a bag rustles on the counter and she turns to see Dani with a Chipotle bag.

“Hey! I thought you weren’t coming in today.” She nearly fumbles the plastic containing in her hurry to stand up.

“I’m working later than normal to cover for someone, so they gave me the morning off. Oh, um, I brought you lunch.” She produces Aubrey’s usual order, complete with extra guac.

“Ohmygod thank you.” She doesn’t tear the lid off with her teeth but she thinks about it, “I really needed this, today I had someone who did not understand that you cannot return a used eyeliner.”

Dani makes a face of pure disgust.

“I know right?”

They stay in the back until the last possible second. As they’re walking towards the floor, Dani pauses and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hey, um, a friend of mine is having a party after work on Christmas Eve. It’s gonna be kind of late, but he does it every year and it’s always awesome. I, um, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?”

It’s a good thing they’re inside, because Aubrey is close to floating away as she replies, “I’d love to.”

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It’s the weekend before Christmas, which means there are so many people in the mall, jostling and talking over each other, that Dani can barely hear her co-workers and she hasn’t been able to see beyond the confines of the counter since eight this morning.

She did at least get a chance to leave the travel mug reading “caution: hot stuff” with Aubrey’s name on it (and Snickers trees inside it) where the other woman would find it. And she’s been able to get through the chaos of the morning by just rolling with the requests and not getting too invested in any particular interaction.

That strategy is thrown off by her current customer, a woman in her forties with a pre-teen in tow. They’re ostensibly there to buy the kid some make-up to wear to a Christmas party. Dani feels like she’s witnessing the latest act in a family drama and has been trying to extricate herself from it for the last five minutes to no avail.

“Here, you might like this one.” she shows the tween a tube of faintly blush-colored lip gloss, “it has a subtle shimmer but no one will notice if it comes off when you’re eating or things like that.”

They look intrigued, but the older woman shakes her head, “Nono, we need something red to match the dress.”

“Or I could just not wear the dress.”

That earns the kid a glare. Dani takes a deep breath and reaches for another shelf, “This one is a little more tinted. I like this formula because it’s very moisturizing and creates a very natural looking color on the lips.”

“Are you colorblind? That’s not red.” The woman says this loudly enough that several other customers glance their way.

“Well, I was thinking we could start with something subtle and then work up from there; that can make people more comfortable trying out bright colors.”

The kid, sensing Dani is on their side, chimes in with, “Isn’t dad always saying guys like a natural look?”

“You dad doesn’t understand. Now, go find us an actual lipstick or I’ll ask to speak with your manager.”

“Attention shoppers. If you’re the owner of a yellow Escalade with a plate reading GRLMOM, your lights are on.”

“Damn it” the woman turns to the tween, “stay here and pick out a lipstick.”

As soon as she’s out of sight, Dani waves them over to the next section of the display, “Okay, these are all lipsticks. This one” she uncaps Poppy Blossom, “looks really red, right? But when you put it on, it doesn’t look like much.” She swatches her wrist as proof, “so, you can buy it and your mom will think you get a bright red lipstick and by the time you put it on it’ll be too late to change it.”

“Awesome.”

By the time the woman returns in a huff, Dani is helping a much nicer customer pick out some stocking stuffers for his son, but from the sound of it her ruse worked.

When there’s finally a lull in the crowd, she looks up to find Aubrey leaning on the counter, smiling at her.

Dani groans and mirrors her, “I had the first “speak to the manager’ of the season.”

“I heard.” She leans closer and smokey perfume tickles Dani’s nose, “I also have a friend at the customer service booth who let me use the P.A system.”

Dani raises her eyebrows as Aubrey looks increasingly pleased.

“I noticed them getting out of the car when I ran out to grab my name tag. And hey, maybe she did leave her lights on.”

A clamor from the west set of doors signals an end to their respite. But Dani still takes a moment to kiss Aubrey on the cheek and murmur, “my hero.”

Much to her delight, Aubrey stays pink for the next half-hour.

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Dani’s apartment is exactly how Aubrey pictured it; plants on every available surface, art featuring bones and trees on the walls, and the kind of clutter that suggests someone is trying to keep the space neat but can’t quite find the time to make it happen.

Aubrey is on her fourth, canned, Death Wish mocha of the night while Dani polishes off her third can of Sambazon in their quest to remain awake enough to get to the Christmas Eve party. Apparently it’s pretty standard for Barclay to let his friends crash at his place once the party is through, so all they really have to do is not fall asleep at the wheel and they’ll be home free.

“Guhhhh” Dani flops back onto her bed, a sight that doesn’t help Aubrey’s frayed nervous system in the slightest, “my feet are killing me and if Barclay plays anything with any kind of bell, jingling or otherwise, in the background I’m going to throw his speaker out the window.”

“Yeah that seems fair. Personally I’d like to never hear or think about reindeer ever again. Unless they’re at a petting zoo, then I’d like to think about and also touch them.”

Dani giggles, then sighs up at the ceiling, “Is any of my make-up still on? I feel like I sweat all of it plus an entire layer of skin off.”

Aubrey leans over, trying not to let her study of Dani’s face turn creepy, “Nope, it looks like most of it is gone.” She grins, only half teasing when she adds, “want me to give you a glam look for the party.”

Dani looks at her, hazel eyes sparking with something mischievous, “Go for it. All my stuff is in the bathroom.”

After a quick search of two drawers, Aubrey comes back with a Prado palette (“a gift from my dad” “nice”) and the one, darker pink lipstick that looks like Dani actually uses it.

Dani sits up, resting against the wall as Aubrey gently takes her chin in her hand. Her foundation is unscathed, so she opens the eye shadow palette and considers her options. As she taps her brush into a deep, dusky green, she murmurs, “close your eyes.”

Dani obeys and Aubrey gets to work, blending in greens and golds until her lids look like a forest at sunrise. She’s never been this close to her face, this able to see the freckles forming constellations on her neck and the tilt of her nose that makes her look even more like the high priestess Aubrey would commit multiple crimes to worship.

“Mascara?”

“I’m good.” Dani’s eyes flutter open and she smiles, “do you want to just straddle my lap? You’re kind of contorting yourself right now.”

“Great idea.” Aubrey’s pretty sure she gives that answer at a frequency only dogs can hear.

As she adjusts into position, Dani flaps the ends of her green shirt, “God, how does it get so hot in there? Is it just the body heat from all the last minute shoppers?”

“Probably?” Aubrey begs her hand to stay steady as Dani parts her lips to let her start in with the liner, “I wonder how many people you’d have to get in there before the collective heat just, like, started melting the lipstick. I imagine a lot, but if a bunch of people, like, clustered around one counter maybe that’d make it faster?”

Dani is gazing up at her. As soon as Aubrey caps the liner, the other woman murmurs, “Nothing could make that room hotter than having you in it.”

“I, um, I, really?”

“Really” Dani lifts her head up enough to kiss her once, sweetly, “hot stuff.”

Aubrey drops the liner and grabs Dani’s face, kissing her as hard and as hungrily as her exhausted body can manage. Dani wraps her arms around her waist and then flips them so Aubrey lands, stunned and horny, on her back.

“God I’ve wanted to do that for weeks.” Dani kisses down her right cheek before pressing their mouths together and making french kissing look tame, “you look so hot in all black.”

“Yeah?” Aubrey slides one hand into summery hair and runs the other across Dani’s chest, “we wanna talk about how you’ve been wearing tighter shirts the last two weeks?”

“It’s fun to show off when you know someone’s watching.”

“You can’tAHhhaaaa” Aubrey groans as Dani scrapes her teeth down her neck, “prove anything.”

“I don’t need to, fireblossom.” Dani tugs Aubrey’s collar down to kiss across her chest, “you just admitted it.” She finishes with a little growl and then nips the sensitive skin.

“You gonna punish me for it, cutie?” Her delivery is completely ruined by a massive yawn that overtakes her and Dani in quick succession.

“Fucking retail” Dani groans, resting her head under Aubrey’s chin, “making me too tired to fuck the hottest woman on the planet.”

“You said it.” She pets Dani’s hair, “you still wanna go to the party?”

“Yeah. It reall is great, and I really, really want to introduce you to everyone. I, uh, I’ve kinda been talking about you non-stop.”

“Aww, babe.” Aubrey hugs her and kisses the top of her head.

“Besides, Barclay owes me a favor which means I can convince him to let us have the guest room. That’ll give us some privacy.” She smiles up in a way that makes Aubrey’s heart combust and then rise from the ashes.

“You messed up your lips again.” She teases.

Dani guides her down into another kiss, “Totally worth it.”

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