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bunicate · 3 months
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Wrio with a cute bunny girl who goes into heat that actually makes him go at it like bunnies! >.< so much so that he couldn’t even get hard anymore and reader just whines and pokes it telling his cock to get hard again for more breeding!
i luv this idea eeeek. big domineering man + docile horny bunny girl will always be delish .
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ warnings ꒱ྀི bunny fem reader ᕱ⑅ᕱ daddy kink. minor breeding ノ wc ꒱ 0.5k ノ 18+
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wriothesley knows that for others they believe rules are made to be broken.
he didn’t necessarily follow that same philosophy. he preferred to run on the straight lines, rarely ever straying, but he knows that many wouldn’t do the same. 
luckily he’s more than capable of adapting and making sure that those who sought to play out of bounds would be dragged back in by his bare hands.
rules are there for a reason, and he couldn’t understand how they slipped from him this time.
he regrets giving in to your every request. he admits it’s because his heart softened at the sight of a creature so precious.
wriothesley is wasting away on the bed with his clothes disheveled and stained while the bunny he loves so dearly, ravaged him.
“you’re so handsome daddy . . .”
there it is again.
the dulcet sound of your soft voice feathered by a petulant whine.
your finger poked his spent cock. it laid wet and heavy on his taut stomach, with some of his cum damp on his chest. he can’t remember how many times he’s fucked you. he was warned about your heat, and nothing could prepare him for this.
he’s fought tough battles, taking on men thrice his size, skirting on the edge of death. they were brutal fights that nearly cost him his life, and somehow that seemed like a much easier hill to climb.
he’s exhausted and drained of every drop of cum he could pump out, and you still weren’t done. you continued to kiss his cock, lapping at it with long and rough strokes. the skin of his leaking shaft was raw from your sucks and the heat from your inner walls.
he could barely muster the strength to speak. his voice is hoarse from commands that fell on your deaf ears and all the groans escaping his lips.
“baby . . . daddy is tired . g-give-give me a second.”
he pulls at your floppy ears to halt your movement, but you only nose at his balls in response. your tongue darts out to taste his sweaty skin and he curses at himself when his body betrays him.
his dick twitches to life from your incessant nipping, and hearts take shape in your eyes.
you drag your soft body on top of his once more to straddle him yet again. your fat bunny cunt gaping and dripping cum hovers over his pudgy tip before swallowing his entire member.
“fuckkkkkk . . bunny, you’re gonna kill me. . .how much fuckin’ nut does that little pussy need ?”
you make a sound, halfway from a moan and a giggle. like a good bunny, you hop up and down until his head kisses your womb filling it with hot seed.
your tits bounce with every jerk of your hips and his hand on your plump ass encourages more of your of passion.
“daddy daddy daddy , I need all of it ♡ love y’r cum so much, hnn~”
there was never a battle wriothesley couldn’t win, not yet at least, but this time, wriothesley forfeits.
he’s accepted that he’s finally lost, and that his sweet bunny girl was the cause of his demise.
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treloninjaki · 4 months
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What if...
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tomatoart · 1 year
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the sinless are casting stones at my #brother
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butchfeygela · 1 year
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ive said this for a few years now but football is the modern gladiator games. its a blood sport sold as the 'ticket outta here' for way too fucking many poor disenfranchised boys. if you can survive getting to the top, you can make the owners disgustingly rich get untold fame and riches.
and when their bodies break down and their CTE causes increased aggression (outside the approved violence of the game) theyre thrown aside as some sort of pariah or martyr and left with their riches quickly dwindling to the rest of their lifes medical costs.
its a blood sport, and unlike most of the other really brutal sports (im thinking rugby and like roller derby level contact sports) its one that makes the owners and advertisers richer than most of us could imagine combined
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chrliekclly · 25 days
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hike up that cute dress so i can giv u ur T shot bro
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britinbliss · 6 months
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bylertruther · 2 years
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listen. i love el and i think she's a fascinating character. we all know this. i am very clear about this. but like. it really is SO crazy how she really came in and, like... fucked will's life up so fucking bad lmao. i know that it wasn't her fault, and i'm not saying it is, but that's just... such an excruciating writing choice.
it was a choice to have her be the one that opened the gate & essentially sliced will's life into an ugly before and after. it was a choice to have her replace him as mike's number one as soon as she came back into their lives. it was a choice to make her the party's mage and then "change" will from being their wizard to their cleric. it was a choice to make her his sister. it was a choice to purposely have her wear his clothes and have the same bangs. it was a choice to have her ignore him on mike's first day in lenora, despite the fact that he was mike's friend, too, and first. it was a choice to make her oblivious to his feelings.
it was a choice to make them love and genuinely care about each other. it was a choice to make her feel like a monster for everything that'd happened and kept happening. it was a choice to make will not resent her. it was a choice to make him support her enough that he's willing to uphold her lies to mike (!!!) of all people with his inaction.
it was a choice to have him spill his heart out to mike and gift him his painting all in her name. to have him be the one to unknowingly make mike finally say "i love you" to her in response to his confession. to have him realize too late that he's been needlessly pushing mike towards her this whole time.
it was a choice to place will right beside mike, his first ever friend and keeper of his heart, when he told el that his life started just as will's ended.
it was... a bold fucking choice to replace will with el in mike's eyes due to outside influence. it throws them into chaos and disarray because el and will are not interchangeable, and it shows in how...
mike seeks from el everything that will already gives him.
mike readily gives will everything that el begs him for.
el cannot read or understand mike in the innate, wordless, and familiar way that will does.
mike cannot be vulnerable with el, but he opens up to will without even needing to be asked.
mike always heeds, trusts, and listens to will, even when they're arguing or going through a rough patch.
mike always knows just how to mend things with will, because he knows exactly what he needs and he doesn't ever hesitate to do and give it. nor does he need anyone to help him with their conflicts either. he just knows.
el is always left waiting for him to do things for her that he's currently doing for will.
will visibly hates and feels uncomfortable lying to mike, but el can do it consistently with ease.
will is the one that loves mike how he truly wants (and needs) to be loved.
will hasn't been able to move on in full, because he was cast out of his own story and demoted to a supporting role behind the new lead.
el hasn't been able to find out who she really is, because she's been thrust into roles that were never meant for her to begin with. she has always been contorted into the shape of whatever others need or want her to be, but they don't fit because they aren't her.
and, like... there are so many things in this story, which is to say the show as a whole, that would not have happened had the men in el's life not done that. had they allowed her to just be, it's highly likely that the dominoes would've never fallen the way they have.
thankfully, the narrative is set up in such a way that it appears this disorder will rectify itself, but it's still so... upsetting to think about lol.
it all boils down to choices: who gets to make them, what choices they have, why they made those choices, and what happens after. that's all the show is: a series of choices, or a lack thereof, and their consequences with some monster mumbo-jumbo sprinkled on top.
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skrmbrks · 2 months
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does anyone else love being "easily impressed" by life, just in general? from art pieces of all forms- films, paintings, sculptures, literature, tv shows etc- to most mudane things in life, im impressed. im impressed by them all. im overwhelmed by the beauty of life, by the beauty of the things humans create, by the beauty of nature in action. all of it feels so extremely overwhelmingly important to me, all of it feels alive. everything is truly important to me and i dont quite know how to explain it in any other way,,, genuinely tho i love being like this, i love loving things so easily, finding the beauty in it all so instinctually. its all natural to me, its all so beautiful, its all so impressive. i love being impressed by the beauty of life thats seen in everything : )
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necrophiliak · 3 months
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girlboyburger · 2 months
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wish i had a consistent character to show for this, but since i don't i just used icons :0]
blank template for those that want it under the cut
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wiseatom · 1 year
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just gotta call on me byler / 18.9k / playlist
“Hey, hey, it’s Mike. Um, sorry, is — is Will there?”
There is no answer for a minute, drawn out so long that Mike almost thinks the call somehow disconnected despite the lack of a dial tone. He pulls the phone away from his face, looks at it as if that’ll give him any clarity on the matter, and lifts it back to his ear. “Hel—“
“Uh,” Jonathan finally says, somehow more awkward than Mike, “It is Will.”
Mike nearly drops the fucking phone.
Five times Mike and Will shared a phone call throughout the years, plus one time they didn't have to.
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ectonurites · 4 months
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do u ship batjokes
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nonranghaes · 11 months
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heads up! mentions of a past abusive relationship (for reader). this should really go on wooahaes but i'm too lazy to format it rn and i need sleep so take this ig??? i might repost over there some other time....
there's things that are unfair about having a boyfriend like vernon. you think one of them is how pretty he can look when he's sleeping.
of course, he's still human. he ends up with messy hair, and sometimes he drools, and there's about a thousand other things you can list off about him when he sleeps... but he's still your boyfriend. and thus, every little 'flaw' he has is something you consider pretty on him. he would (and will, when he's in a sappy enough mood) say the exact same about you, to be fair. he shifts a little in his sleep, stretching and reaching for you.
you still remember overhearing him talk to his mom the morning after you slept in the same bed as him for the first time. it'd literally only been sleeping, but you heard him quietly say 'they trust me a lot,' to her while on the phone. he'd been unpacking breakfast. when she asked about it, he merely said "they fell asleep next to me. they've never done that before. i think... i think they trust me," in that pensive way, like he's thinking more than he's actually saying.
(i do, you told him later. trust you. i think i love you, too. and it'd been what made him say that he loves you for the first time--something he didn't expect to hear back without that 'i think' to protect yourself. you said it to him a few weeks later, and he teared up--although he'll always deny it when you bring it up now.)
"you're staring again." he pulls you out of your thoughts with ease, and his eyes meet yours in the low light. "what's wrong?"
you saw today's date. some birthdays never leave you, and that's true of the person who hurt you. the person you only told vernon about a few months ago in full, although he knew of the person's existence before then. you remember what that person said to you, too. that you didn't need anyone else aside from them...
"nothing," you say, and it's a half-lie. it'll bother you a little more, but you don't want to have this talk now. not when you're already starting to drift off, safe in his presence. vernon's good at protecting you from ugly feelings that settle into your bones like an unwanted guest. "we'll talk later, honey."
he gives you a uncertain look. "you only call me honey when you're upset."
(it's a mutual thing: he calls you either by your name or a casual dude any other time, and baby and babe and love of my life whenever he's trying to avoid a topic temporarily. the two of you communicate: vernon's good at making you feel safe in that, too.)
"right," you say. "we'll talk in the morning... homie."
it earns a crackling snort from him, and he smiles that cute gummy smile as he hides his face for a moment. "ah, really... god, you're such a dork sometimes, i swear."
"a dork who landed you," you always remind him. yet when his eyes meet yours a moment later, you feel something warm in your chest that washes away that ugly feeling all too easily. you reach out, holding his face. "i think... i won."
"you won?"
"you love me," you say. "my friends love me... i'm loved," you say quietly, and the feeling still feels a little foreign. you are loved, you repeat mentally for a moment: because they see you as you, not the broken mess you feel you are. "so i won."
vernon gets it soon enough, and he nods. "you won," he says quietly. "i'm glad you're here... homie."
you crack up, too, and he quietly laughs at his own little moment with you. his laugh and his smile always make you giggle, too, and he pulls you in to kiss you happily.
"i love you," he mumbles against your lips, "i love you, i love you, i love you--" and he keeps planting kisses against against and around your lips to punctuate every repeat of the phrase, before he draws back, satisfied after being struck with the need to be overly sappy. "alright?"
gone is that bitter feeling that once flashed through your veins and settled into your bones. all you feel now is love, soft and sweet, as you're so openly reminded that you're not alone. that the two of you shoulder these problems together. you won, you think, because you are alive and being loved and learning to love wholeheartedly again.
"yeah," you settle in to sleep, planning to keep to your promise of talking come morning. "i love you, too, you big sap."
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ameleah · 2 years
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@buggachat​‘s beau fandom how we doin’ today
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chrliekclly · 3 months
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charden is v important to me bcuz they recognize their traumas n each othr...
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girlscapitalism · 2 years
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GENERATION Acid Angel from Asia (2022)
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