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yanderemommabean · 4 months
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Andy going into rut though. Reader is just trying to get him to calm down after being so aggressive to the other staff and he just corners you into the stall, chuffing and snarling, demanding that you remove everything you have on you, because none of it smells like him and he hates that anything else has it's scent on you. You're bent over the hay, breathless, leaking, begging to be given a break and the hybrid simply yanks your hair and tells you "You can take it. You're a big farmer, aren't you?" and just makes you take every inch he has to give again and again and again.
You think that afterwards maybe he'd get it out of his system, but no, you're curled around and brought to his stall, where he rubs his face against you and growls when you try to pull away, scenting you aggressively while debating on filling you up one more time, you know, "for good luck"
-Mommabean
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mourninglamby · 2 months
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dnd character. her name is chervil and she eats snow
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leifysprout · 4 months
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Family Portrait~
I had to draw a cute family photo of Plum with Logan and Andy! QuQ
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kapi-tanka · 10 days
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prodigal siblings, reunited
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louhinks · 1 month
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the other of my fallout ghoul OCs. Andy works as an accomplished antiques restorer for various clients on the West Coast. She lets Finch live in her basement because they've known eachother for 200 years and neither of them have anything better to be doing
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sorascribbless · 2 months
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TAKING THE BABY AWAY FROM BUNNY MAN AS PUNISHMENT FOR HIS TOMFOOLERY
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lambsouvlaki · 8 months
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For the Hell of It - Pampering
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Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc
Rating and warnings: G, mention of violence between Bruce and Jason.
Word count: 750
Summary: She looks after Jason after he has a bad fight with Bruce.
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Jason leaned his head forward, his expression hidden, as she massaged his tense and knotted shoulders. His hair was going frizzy in the steam of the bath, and his skin was buttery from the products she melted in it. Music played softly through the walls from the living room of his apartment. 
He was usually bullish about letting her pamper him, or letting anyone look after him at all, but he was emotionally wrung out tonight. He gave only token resistance before caving. 
He and Bruce were fighting. It was much worse than she had seen before. To her horror, everyone else was grieved but nobody was surprised. 
Jason had dark bruising around his eye and his wrist was in a splint, elevated above the water. The bruising had bloomed so colourful it could only have been earlier in the week, but he didn’t actually tell her at the time. He didn’t know how to talk about the painful things, outside of throwing them back in people’s faces when he felt vulnerable. 
She had to hear about the fight from Babs. 
He made a soft noise as she steadily worked the broad expanse of muscle. She kneeled outside the partially sunken tub. The tension had been slowly seeping out of him since he sank into the fragrant, milky water. Coco-butter, vanilla, and sandalwood coaxed him into letting go.
She had known him long enough to know there was a rhythm to his relationship with Bruce, and his family as a whole. Like a tide, it ebbed and flowed. Sometimes it flooded, breached the barricades and destroyed things, sometimes it withdrew and exposed all the little things normally hidden beneath the waves. 
And given time, it always rolled back. Even if she wished it wouldn’t. 
Now wasn’t the time to be obnoxious about her opinions on his family. She was pretty sure he knew anyway. 
He turned very quiet as she worked out the last of the tension from his upper body, then smoothed her hands over his skin. She pulled him gently to lean back against the back of the tub. She got up to fetch the shampoo. 
His splinted arm reached out as she returned. He wrapped his hand around her leg and tugged her closer. 
Hearing the silent request, she swung her leg around to sit behind him on the lip. A bare leg sank into the water on each side of him. He pulled one over his shoulder and held her calf. He pressed a kiss to her knee. 
She poured hot water over his hair with a jug, carefully shielding his eyes with her other hand.
He began to silently cry. 
She didn’t say anything. She worked up a lather and massaged the shampoo into his scalp. 
“Why do you stick with me?” he asked, his voice rough. 
Because I love you.
She bit her tongue. 
“You make me happy.”
He scoffed wetly. “You can do better.” 
“I can do a lot worse.”
He moved his head as though to look away. Only there was no looking away, no escaping her here. His hand on her leg flexed. 
“I can’t promise you forever,” he said, tone hard with self hatred. “I can’t even promise next week. Or tomorrow.” 
She gently rubbed little circles into the base of his scalp, just behind his ears, as she thought that over, and tried to hide away the ache in her heart. There were no rings or white picket fences in their future, she always knew that. But he would be at her side with just as much dedication as if there was. She knew that beyond any doubt. Jason didn’t know how to abandon people. If he did… he wouldn’t have two black eyes and a shattered helmet. 
It wasn’t fair. To him, first and foremost. She hated it. He couldn’t promise what he did not have. 
“Nobody can promise forever,” she said eventually. 
He opened his mouth, but she cut him off. “Well, liars and fools can. But I don’t want empty promises.”
He grasped her leg tighter.
She rinsed the lather out, shielding his eyes again. 
He tilted his head back against her. His eyes were shut, with shiny tear tracks down both cheeks. The last vestiges of resistance gave out and he went boneless in her grasp. 
She leaned down, trailing her hands down his scarred body to rest over his heart. She pressed a kiss to his forehead and counted the beats, while he fell apart.
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caffeinatedrogue · 7 months
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break between work/ treat myself time aka 'draw your oc once every blue moon'...never managed to do any serious art of them in all these years so now I am rectifying it :') I might have fried my eyes while doing this but :''''''''') worth it cause I couldn't get this composition idea out of my mind and it came out just like what I wanted it to be
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paintbuckettool · 6 months
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My bad, I kept writing her name as Dandi when hers is Dollie! Introducing the lovable rip off of Raggedy Ann to go with her brother (that I posted before and showing here), Dollie Doodle Dandie and her brother Dandy Doodle Dolly!
In all seriousness, let me know if I should use these ocs for a story I've been thinking of doing and make some animatics. I am hyperfixated lol.
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wretchednightmares · 6 months
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“The best thing in the world”
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cybercaffie · 6 months
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you make the water warm//you taste foreign
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yanderemommabean · 4 months
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How's Andy doing during male reader pregnancy?
This bull is such a tense, nervous wreck. Everything makes him feel like you're in danger, be it the weather being slightly too cold or too hot or the other hybrids being too rough with you when you try to give them shots. Andy wants to just lift you up and hide you away, he comes from a very protective breed after all, known for how aggressive and loyal they are and how terrifying they can become when threatened.
You're well taken care of! You're just also having to reign in a mad bull every thirty seconds, but for the most part he obeys!
-Mommabean
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littledigits · 4 months
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sandrockers · 22 days
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Gave them basic workout outfits cuz why not
Also Logan would use his wife as a dumbbell to show off 💪 ✨
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kapi-tanka · 8 months
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did a caravan collector's edition styled thingy with my courier(s) no particular symbolism in oscar being the ace of hearts, he just feels like one to me. a small yet important value
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secondary-colorentimy · 7 months
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just the two of them (they can make it if they try!)
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