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urwifebabes · 1 month

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A/N : There is not enough smiling critters x reader on here.. I prefer Dogday and Catnap though. so I’m making one !! I’m still learning so please be nice and some feedback would be great!!

Catnap x Bat!Reader x Dogday 🔞

You were catnap’s and DogDay’s. That was painfully obvious but you were just so oblivious to it. you were a bat critter and everyone was infatuated with you since the moment you arrived. Dogday was the first to speak to you but by the time, the other critters came to speak, you were already upside down on a statue, ready for a nap. you barely had time to interact with the others, not because you didn’t like them or they didn’t like you but because of your species, you usually sleep during the day and stay up at night. Catnap stayed awake sometimes to watch you sleep or to just nestle into where you’re hanging from and sleep. although, by the time, you woke up, he’d already be gone. surprisingly, you had stayed awake to watch the kids with the others and soon enough, you were on a routine. and during that routine, you somehow fell victim to both, Dogday and Catnap. sometimes you’d go back into old habits and sleep the day away. Dogday stayed awake for you because he misses his beautiful bat so much and wanted to fall asleep with you in his paws. Catnap being who he is slept anywhere and everywhere. sometimes you’d find him sleeping nearby you at night and you’d lay down on him, listening to his chest rumble with purrs because he felt you.

KickinChicken or KC, as you call him, was fond of you as well. too fond for Catnaps and Dogdays likings. you and KC were doing tricks and flips for your group of kids. everyone was laughing and pretty much, having a great time before you tripped. you expected a harsh landing on your back but you never felt it. you peaked your eyes open before looking at KC who was holding you. he stared into your face before he smiled and asked “Sorry Y/N, are you alright, pretty?” you quickly got out his arms before nodding, feeling abit embarrassed. at the corner of your eye, you see orange. and a annoyed cat tail following. you took a breath and decided to explain yourself later.

“a-ah~! d—dogdayy~!” you were on all fours, doggystyle. getting fucked into like a whore on the street. Dogday could only pant, groan, and the occasional whimper as his fat cock bullied its way into your tight, tight heat. “fuckin’ slut, thank us.” catnap demanded, gripping your hair. he made you look up at him as Dogday kept slamming his hips against your oddly plush ass. “t—ahh~! thank you~! thank you~!” you hurriedly attempted an answer. “Kickin’ can’t fuck you as good as us, can he, batsy?” Dogday groaned in your ear as his hips stilled. oh. so that’s what this is all about.

A/N: Hi! I hope you enjoyed this! please comment and like. it motivates me to make more and also any requests? please. also I do write full smut as well, I just wanna see how well this was gonna do before I write a lot more.

Part two below

#smiling critters x reader #dogday x reader x catnap #dogday #catnap #x reader #reader insert #catnap x reader #reader x character #dogday x reader #reader x crush

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sirensea14 · 2 months

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Do you have any headcanons of Kickinchicken?

i only have a few hc of him lolololololllll

Bigger bodies:

Kickin' breathes Ylang ylang gas like how Catnap does to the Red Smoke

Ylang ylang gas is colored creamy yellow. It can also make anyone within the vicinity to fall asleep. And like Catnap, he can control the dream you are having

His gas can boost confidence (bigger bodies) and his plush is ideal for timid children (toy)

Despite the cramped up spaces,Kickin's bigger bodies can fly, although low range like a real life chicken/rooster

When he roars, he can emit the caw sounds of an aggressive rooster, mixed with deep growling

Like Catnap and Dogday, he can speak. I imagine his voice to be the raspy and a little static version of a young man's voice. His voice is a little high pitched compared to Catnap's and Dogday's voices. Also, before the hour of joy, his voice box was in perfect condition (unlike CatNap's whose voice box is broken before and after the massacre) And now his voice, although has a little static, is still functional and can speak steadily. (If only he was alive in the game😞)

He lurks around the caverns area

His jumpscare would be jumping on you with his talons pointed at you, his wings wide and his caw deafening your ears. Kind of like how birds of prey hunt and pin down their food

He is the only smiling critter who can walk on two. I know Catnap can stand on two legs but he's mostly on four. So KC is the only one who walks and run on two. Tho he can also walk on 4 if he's crawling or crouching

Cartoon:

He LOVES to comb his feather crown and owns various shades

Kickin chicken may be shown in the cartoons to eat bugs occasionally, which the others will be weirded out. Pickypiggy smiles and gives him a thumbs up, attempting to support him whilst smiling awkwardly and sweating bullets. Kickin offered her to eat but she immediately shook her head 😆 he eats with pride✨

Other than that, he likes any pastry food and leafy greens, ice cream and wafers

He can sing and play the guitar. He likes to listen to pop music

After doing activities cool kids do, he likes to rest on hammocks, specifically the ones made in rattan and net

He cried watching the Titanic movie or any tragic romance in general

He's a gentleman who can cry because of movies💅

He often takes random selfies and pictures with the smiling critters. He posts it on Playin'stagram (instagram)

He likes to be a model for Craftycorn whenever she's drawing, and for bobby bearhug whenever she needs a fashion assistant

He joins in to the girls' make up sessions, sometimes dragging catnap, bubba and dogday in whenever the girls hunt for make-up models

He's optimistic and refuses to let the negative things keep him down, he can also be stubborn at times and doesnt think about the consequences (which causes him trouble)

He's the loud, supportive type of friend, shouting shit like "You can do it!!" Watch out for aggressive positivity XD (the difference between him and dogday's attitude is that dogday is a more gentler version of his positivity, but can also as get loud and supportive as kickin is) He's also the type to not read the room and sometimes shout supportive words in the wrong time (for comedic purpose lol)

He likes comics, manga, anime and animated shows

Welp, i think thats all i could say lmao

#ask answered #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #smiling critters #kickinchicken #headcanons

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theallianceofcelestials · 2 months

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Alright, fun facts and headcanon time :D

Fun fact, someone, somewhen in the vicinity of Eclipse has played Stardew Valley, maybe even Eclipse himself. So, headcanon: Eclipse has logged onto Sun's precious Stardew save file (if he has one), just to screw up the organisation of his farm, and maybe even relationship with the townsfolk.

Ruin would probably love giving sock puppet shows. It would be the most dramatic thing you could imagine.

Fun fact, KC was probably also terrified of mannequins.

Headcanon, in the Plush Dimension, KC is called Kill Cloth.

In the Swap Dimension, where Eclipse is Moon and Lunar is Sun, Thrascan Man is probably the Creator, and the Creator is ✨Brain Man✨.

Speaking of that Dimension, Bloodmoon is probably the happy father of three.

#sun and moon show #tsams #the sun and moon show #sams #sams eclipse #tsams eclipse #tsams ruin #sams ruin #tsams killcode #sams killcode #tsams bloodmoon #sams bloodmoon #SunnyTimeswithSunray #SunnySunday #happy bloodmoon death anniversary lol

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despazito · 1 year

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The Nenetskaya Laika or Nenets herding laika is a landrace reindeer herder from northern Russia kept by several indigenous peoples. In the 1890s the Norwegian Fram expedition to the antarctic purchased 33 nenets dogs for their journey, and the white surviving dogs became the foundation stock for the modern Samoyed breed.

Many dog breeds have a breed mythos that is varying degrees of truths and some almost completely fictitious to explain where the breed came from, what it does, and why they look the way they do. I think it flatters some people’s egos to imagine they own a piece of history. For instance I think the Shih Tzu or Pekingese becomes more appealing once you explain that they were bred by imperial royalty. Particularly egregious examples are the myths like bloodhounds and bassets having long dragging ears to "pick up" a scent, or that excessive 20th century wrinkling on the bulldog was somehow useful in bull baiting.

The Samoyed story is mostly true, the Nenets and Samoyed people do rely on these dogs for herding and companionship, but if you're imagining the large plush white dogs you see in the suburbs you're being a bit misled. This disconnect wouldn't matter if it weren't for the breeders espousing the breed myth as sacred text to justify purity above all else for breed preservation. But the dogs they are preserving are so often completely different from the dogs written about in the origin stories! It's the Nenets people of the 21st century who are more closely preserving the true spirit and image of the historic Samoyed dog.

So many breeds in their current state were invented by the kennel clubs then retroactively labeled as unchanged for hundreds of years. The Saint Bernard as we know it now is another good example of a kennel club fabrication.

After a century of pedigree breeding with a small founder population the Samoyed has an inbreeding coefficient nearing 30% (Dreger et al 2016) despite the UK KC listing 8.5% (because they measure COI by reading registered pedigree ancestry instead of genetic testing). 12% of tested dogs were heterozygous for the mutation linked to enamel hypoplasia. They're still pretty healthy dogs, but again it could be better.

Similar dogs from the same family and region get repeatedly subdivided up into separate, smaller groups who are then banned from mixing outside their small gene pool. Compound it with bottlenecks, overrepresented sires, and the sterilization of most offspring, and you're left with a gradual loss of diversity and an accumulation of deleterious mutations. This is why even purebred dogs who don't have exaggerated physical deformities still have higher rates of many hereditary disorders.

Selective breeding can be very useful and you can selectively breed for healthier dogs, but the overwhelming majority of dog breeders put more weight on either breeding for looks or obeying artificial parameters set on gene pools than breeding for welfare and long-term breed health.

-The Invention of the Modern Dog: Breed and Blood in Victorian Britain

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amphiptere-art · 20 days

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I think I have figured out a timeline for vapor. Or at least a basic history to play around with. Here is the basic history cut into the sections I figured out.

So a vapor is created as a standard solar flare.

Blood moon dies and KC basically runs off all sad. Getting the Freddy talk.

Vapor in a fit to stop eclipse from harming kill code. Instead of going to Moon with plans for a laser. He goes for the star.

Vapor is smart enough to look in the simple location Monty put the star in. The plush in his room.

Vapor then takes the star, and due to its powerful stuff. Uses it as a battery for better efficiency.

He uses the star to basically wish Eclipse out of existence.

KC at this point has turned good and gotten in the favor of Sun and Moon. Abandoning vapor in the process.

Vapor feeling that his job is done. Accidentally wishes that everyone forgot about him and the star.

Vapor on aware of his accidental wish, waits for kill code to come back to him and congratulate him or something.

KC does not return. He has forgotten everything about the star and solar flare. So vapor is left in the bunker slowly deteriorating.

The star acting as a battery becomes a bit too much for his systems. He starts to smoke and burn internally. Unable to keep in the energy.

At some point vapor believes in what eclipse was probably telling him before. That he was abandoned by killcode. Gaining sentience enough to realize it and get somewhat angry over it. Although he is still driven by directives and can't exactly be all the way angry.

Vapor sits alone in a bunker deteriorating believing that he has been truly abandoned. The star slowly killing him.

And this is the story of vapor as far as I go. Is this timeline correct and seamless sounding?

#sams #tsams #tsams au #sams au #vapor #solar flare #tsams solar flare #sams solar flare

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bitterkarmaa · 1 year

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“They seemed to like me well enough.”

The orange and black tinted daycare attendant ducks under the larger security bot that hovers around him like a fly, doing more listening than talking, as it usually does.

Nimble fingers slide a couple of double A batteries into one of his newer projects, eyes lighting up as the device whirls to life.

“Did you like them?” The sharp-toothed guardian asks curiously, plucking the buzzing object from his son’s hands with a quizzical gleam in it’s brilliant red eyes.

“Yes, I- hey! Give that back! It’s important!” He jumps in an effort to snatch it back, but it proves futile as his father pulls it out of his reach with ease.

“Oh? And what does it do, exactly?” It’s tone is only mildly interested now, staring into Eclipse’s bright eyes as he stands, silently fuming, by it’s side.

“It distracts the kids so that I can get some cleaning in before closing. Now-“ The jester-themed animatronic leaps for the object once again, only for it to be pulled away like before.

“Can you ask nicely?”

Eclipse pauses, hands balled into fists at his sides. He opens his mouth a few times, biting back much more bitter words before he finds his nicer tones.

“May I please have my prototype back?” He barely manages to keep the annoyed drawl from his voice, lighting up once the device is lowered back into his reach. He snatches it before the older animatronic can play more games.

He steps back to begin working once again, but is stopped in his tracks by his father’s abnormally gentle hand laying onto his shoulder. He pauses, glancing over to it.

“Has your new battery come in yet?”

Eclipse’s face falls into a frustrated frown once he processes the question.

“No. It hasn’t. It’s late, as usual.” He replies bitterly, nudging KC’s hand off of his shoulder so that he can continue his tinkering.

“Then you should charge.”

Eclipse stops once again, slowly looking back to KC’s stern expression. They hold one another’s gazes for a moment before, eventually, Eclipse lets out a heavy sigh.

“You won’t let up until I do, will you?”

As KC shakes his head, Eclipse sets the project back onto his workbench with a last longing glance before he turns towards the door.

Almost as soon as he turns, his father has scooped him up into his arms with a contented hum.

“Hey! I can walk myself, you know!” Eclipse shouts, crossing his arms in a pout as KC lets out an amused chuckle.

“Yes, yes, I understand that you’re a big boy now.” He jests, earning an offended scoff from his son.

“I’ve always been a big boy, you just refuse to see it.” He huffs, settling down in KC’s warm hold despite his sharp words.

“Mhm…does Mr. Howls see it, then?”

Eclipse raises a hand, playfully swatting at his father with a sour expression on his face.

“Mr. Howls helps me connect with the children!” Eclipse snaps. KC gives him a dubious look.

“Since when was a stuffed wolf a child? Next you’re going to say it ‘helps you understand the kids perspectives.’”

Eclipse grumbles to himself, but makes no further attempts at justifying his plush companion.

However, he does tell Mr. Howls all about the woes of dealing with a father like KC before he settles down to charge for the next few hours.

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cinewhore · 8 months

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Starfish

pairing: Doug Renetti x fem!reader word count: 4k warnings: fluff, angst, smut: vaginal penetration, cumshot a/n: in a minx mood! I just finished the second season and fell in love with the characters again. Folks have also been asking me about this so I guess this can live on here again. no beta and this is kind of old lolz. Enjoy & give credits to the gif creators!

Popping your grape flavored gum, your eyes fly across the screen of the game you were currently engrossed in, hips swaying back and forth to KC & The Sunshine Band “Get Down Tonight”. You came to the Hot Spot bar often, checking the high score of space invaders. You were the top player of the famed game ever since Charlie installed it and he always made sure to tuck away tokens for you whenever you showed up.

It wasn’t your thing, playing video games. With the increase of working days and a higher demand for adult content, you were always looking to blow off steam that wasn’t sex related. You drunkenly stumbled upon the flashy box and were hooked.

“C’mon, you piece of shit, eat my dust!” you mutter, tongue poking out a bit as your concentration deepens. The colored aliens jump around, narrowly avoiding your blazing ray gun. You weren’t going down without a fight and with a quick flip of your wrist, the last three aliens on your screen were blasted to hell. The machine dings as NEW HIGH SCORE appears, prompting you to input your initials for the scoreboard. You continue to hum to the song, jerking the joystick around the alphabet to claim your rightful throne.

F.U.K

“Whew momma, I’d know those hips anywhere.”

You bite a smile as you finish your gaming session, tossing your purse back over your shoulder. Turning around, you come face to face with Doug Renetti. He holds up two shot glasses filled with brown liquor, shaking them a bit to entice you.

“You’re late.”

Doug laughs and it pings your heart. You hated how much you liked to hear his laughter.

“What can I say, I’m a busy guy.”

You permit the rugged looking man to escort you to a booth, sliding in across from him and accepting the drink.

“Too busy for me even? Wow!” you joke, signaling to the bartender for another round.

“Never too busy for my favorite girl.” Doug flashes you a smile, dazzling you with his pearly whites. You bite your lip and lean back against the plush seat.

“You go to work today?”

Doug nods, thanking the waitress for the new set of drinks. “Yeah. I, uh, actually got this new magazine in the works. It’s gonna be big, I can feel it.”

“So I heard.”

Doug raises an eyebrow, massaging his sharp nose. “Oh yeah? Tony keeping tabs on me now?”

You let out a nervous chuckle, rolling your eyes. Tony was always a sore subject of conversation. Your current boss, Tony Delgatto owned one of the biggest adult production companies in L.A. Tony and Doug started in the industry together but lines were crossed and the two went their separate ways. Tony and Doug both refuse to discuss what exactly happened between them and you knew better than to ask. Something about men with their dicks and egos.

“No, the porn industry is just very small. Word travels fast.” you shrug but Doug wasn’t buying it.

“How much did Bambi tell you?”

You giggle into your glass. “Everything.”

Doug groans. “She never stops talking, that Bambi.”

“We go to the same hair salon! What else are we supposed to talk about, the weather?”

“Yeah, that’d be nice for a change.”

You scoff. “Oh, geez, maybe next time I’ll lead off with a: Hi Bambi, how’s the weather today? Oh! It’s mid-70s? Again? Someone call the press!”

“Yeah, alright. I get it.”

A moment of silence passes by and you know exactly where this is going.

“The offer still stands-”

“Doug! Can we not do this today?”

Doug’s face softens, his normal joking demeanor changing into something serious. “You’re a goddamn sex symbol and instead of becoming a household name, you’re wasting potential by showing your ass on a calendar spread where February has thirty days in it!”

“Hey! Gertrude apologized for that and got new ones printed.”

Doug sighs. “What I’m saying is that I can take good care of ya and present you to the world in the right way. You need to be on magazine covers, video tapes, television, not that other shit.”

You clear your throat, gazing down at your hands in your lap. Doug was right. He tends to be, having done this for such a long time. Even as a high school dropout, Doug always felt that he was smarter than any test could prove. His business started off a tad rocky but once both of his feet were planted firmly on the ground, it took off. You always teased that he was hiding all his secrets in his hair.

“I know my worth,” you assert. “And I’ve been working with Tony for years, if I just up and left for his biggest competitor he’d blackball me before I even left the parking lot.”

Doug downs his drink. “Yeah….maybe.” He takes in your sullen expression. “I didn’t mean to make you upset, let me make it up to you.”

You give him a half smirk. “Oh yeah? And just how do you plan to do that, Douglas?”

The walls to the single stall squeal as you get fucked against it, holding onto Doug for dear life. You were happy that you decided to wear a dress for the occasion, forgoing the bright colored tights due to the warm weather. Your underwear was currently dangling off of your right foot, legs thrown across Doug’s arms.

“Now this,” Doug grunts, shifting his angle and hitting a deeper spot that made you cry out. “Is some grade-A pussy.”

You laugh breathlessly. “Don’t you fucking forget it, sweetheart.” you grab a handful of his hair, tugging on it hard to spur him on further.

The bass of the music playing seeps into the restroom, helping to conceal the moaning you were doing. Doug licks at your throat, analyzing your facial expressions. Even though you were a performer, he could tell from certain ticks that this wasn’t an act. Doug knew how to fuck you good and he was cocky about it. Some days he took it for granted but today he wanted to savor the moment, he wanted to make you unravel as many times as he possibly could.

Creeping over to the sink, Doug sets you down and flips you over, spreading your legs with his foot. He doesn’t warn you as he enters you again, slowing down his pace in order to catch his breath.

Your eyes meet in the mirror and you grin, eyes half open. He towers over you and tugs at the front of your dress, yanking it down enough to release your breasts. Doug kneads your tits, fingers pulling at your nipple. You whine, arching your back more.

“I’m a pretty girl, say it.”

Your eyes open all the way as you stare at Doug who doesn’t skip a beat.

“Say it or I swear to God I’ll stop.”

He thrust forward more harshly and you shuffle your feet around to accommodate him more.

“I’m-oh-I’m a-”

Doug smacks your ass. “Eyes on me when you say it.”

You force yourself to glance at Doug. “I’m a pretty girl.”

Doug nods. “Again.”

“I’m a pretty girl.”

He grabs your neck, pulling you up straight against his chest. “The prettiest fucking girl with the best pussy, ain’t that right.”

You mumble and whimper affirmations, losing yourself to an orgasm. “I’m comin’, Doug, please.”

“Uh huh, honey, I’m not done with you yet.”

Doug slips out and prompts you to sit on the sink, positioning himself in between your legs. You groan as he enters you again, your immense amount of wetness making it an easy process.

You surge forward kiss Doug, licking into his mouth. Your tongues fight for domination, Doug devouring all of your soft moans.

“You want my cum?”

Your head bobbles as you say yes.

“How much you want it?”

“Bad. I want you to cum so badly, Doug.”

Doug pumps his cock into you a few more times before he pulls out, snatching the condom off. He jerks his shaft, gasping as he spills his seed across your open legs.

He drops his head on your shoulder, arms locking around your hips. You take a hand and lace it through his hair, humming lowly as your body simmers down from its tiny spasms.

“Come work for me. Please.” he utters, pressing kisses to your bare shoulders.

“You know I don’t talk business with your dick out.”

Doug laughs softly, leaving one last kiss on your cheek before he makes himself decent. You adjust your dress, thanking Doug when he hands you your panties.

“Doug, you know I can’t work for you.”

Doug stares off into the distance, nodding to himself.

“Ok.”

The whole Tony excuse was played out. You could give a rats ass what Tony thought, you were fucking scared of Doug. You were head over heels for your oldest friend in the city who you sometimes had sex with. Ok, so you had sex a lot but it wasn’t like he was asking you for more and you were happy not to enter that unknown territory. You didn’t want people to think that you were fucking him for special privleges. You didn’t want to admit your true feelings. You didn’t want to get hurt. Not by anyone but definitely not him.

Doug goes to leave the restroom but stops himself, digging in his suit pocket. He produces a small velvet cloth bag, handing it to you.

You grab it, looking at him confused. “What’s this?”

He gestures for you to open it. You gasp openly, a hand flying to your mouth. Inside the bag was a silver starfish necklace. Simple and beautiful.

Doug takes the necklace from you, fastening it around your neck. He admires the charm, touching it gently. “Saw it and couldn’t stop thinking about how much you would like it. Happy birthday.”

Doug says nothing else as he leaves you alone in the bathroom, closing out his tab and exiting the bar.

Tony hadn’t said anything to you all day.

It was a tough business. Not the industry you’d thought you would be a part of when you first moved out west. You wanted to go to school for marine biology but your parents didn’t approve, saying that the money wasn’t there and you should do something more practical with your life. They agreed to let you go to L.A. but set a hard rule that they weren’t going to support you so you had to find a job while applying to schools.

Balancing rent, tuition, books, and other bills proved to be too much so you took up a call girl job when an older woman you came across in a bar one night told you that you were wasting your pretty over the phone.

“Film is where it’s hot, sweet cheeks.” she advised, handing you a business card for Tony. Doug offered to help but you turned him down, saying that phone sex was better because you didn’t want your image to be broadcasted everywhere.

You weren’t exactly sure when your beliefs changed but talking sexy over the phone wasn’t putting food on your table.

A Week Later.

You slip your sunglasses on top of your head, popping your gum noisily. You mosey up to the front desk of Bottom Dollar, smiling at the receptionist. The poor girl couldn’t get a word out before Bambi rushes past her, engulfing you in a tight hug.

“I knew you would show up!” Bambi steps back, grabbing your hand and dragging you through the office. “Doug was adamant that you were not going to come but I just kept telling him that you’d end up here and here you are! My horoscope said that good things come to those who wait.”

Bambi leads you into the photo area where Doug, Tina, and Richie were observing a new layout. They all turn when you enter with Bambi. Doug sits up straighter when he sees you, eyes zooming in on your neck.

The necklace was still there.

“Well would you look at what the cat brought in!” Bambi shrieks.

You wave, surveying the scene.

“You came.” Doug says, walking over to greet you with a hug. You hug him back, inhaling his familiar scent.

“I heard you were struggling to stay afloat so I figured I’d offer a helping hand.”

Doug chuckles and pulls you over to the table. “Oh really? Wonder where you heard that.” he side eyes Bambi.

Gazing at the boards on the table, you whip your head up to look at Doug. “Is this for me?”

Bambi holds up the layout for you to see it clearer. “I came up with the idea!”

“Well, that’s half true.” Doug points to the board. “With the new magazine we got coming, it’s all about the female gaze. Intellect. What a better way to gain knowledge than having your own fun fact spread! We would feature you in every other issue and we’d use the space to feature fun trivia and facts about the ocean. We could even give some proceeds to a sealife charity of your choice.”

Tears well up on your eyes as you gaze at Doug’s work. Setting down your purse, you shed off your jacket.

“Where do I stand?”

#Doug Renetti x fem!reader #Doug Renetti x you #Doug Renetti x reader #fic: starfish #cinewhore

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year

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Idea. Monty lied about the star bring in the plush.

It was actually inside Lunar's chest the whole time and Monty said it was in a plushie also he could teleport to Lunar and remove the bomb.

And then Lunar uses the star to permanently get rid of Eclipse

Once Lunar activates the Star to get rid of Eclipse, his form starts wavering and his backups are being deleted from existence. Eclipse runs to the daycare in a panic, finally the reality setting into him that he was betrayed yet again and realizing these are his last moments and he wants them to be with KC because he needs his father and he needs someone who will hold him while he goes.

He doesn't even pay mind to Sun or Earth screaming at him when they notice him in the balcony room, instead, beelining to run into Moon's room to KC. KC is literally just about to have his conversation with Moon and Eclipse shoves through into Moon's room past Sun and Earth, snuggling up to his Dad while he's fading in and out of existence.

KC just gets his son hiding against him in tears and he hugs him, finally thinking Eclipse is accepting being his son, only to see him fading in and out of existence while Eclipse presses as close as he can to him. Eclipse sobs and tells him 'dad, I'm scared' but KC can't even respond before Eclipse deactivates via the star finally erasing him and it's only Solar Flare against him.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf lunar #montgomery gator #fnaf eclipse #kill code moon #fnaf sun #fnaf earth #fnaf solar flare #snoweyanswers #tw bomb mention #tw death mention #tw panic mention #i had to make it angsty #my brain can only do angsty right now for some reason

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setokaibassoulmate · 5 months

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My newest big Seto Kaiba haul😍 These are mostly preorders from the KC Store and other current new releases from different pop up shops💙 I‘m so excited to share close ups of all the items! My favorite is definitely the Blue-Eyes plush holding a little Kaiba🥰✨

#seto kaiba #kaiba #yugioh #ygo #yu gi oh #merchandise #merch #遊戯王 #haul #kaiba seto #blue eyes white dragon #f/o #merch of the husband

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bokuroskitten · 2 years

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kitty baby you have me thinking about pussydrunk draken so for your event may I humbly request your expert thoughts about draken who can't help but eat you out under the covers because he can't get enough of your cunt <3

Kc baby I’m honoured to have you here asking about draken aka best boy ever <33 he craves your pussy 24/7 😔 wants his lips latched on your lips always cause it’s his drug <///3 would be between your thighs every second of the day if he could. So what better way to wake up on his birthday than to dive in and dine between your thighs 😌✨

He’s up early on his birthday, like most days, the bright rays of the sunlight peaking through the blinds and somehow managing to land on his eyes. There’s a groan deep in his throat as he shifts, but it’s just enough to realize you’re still sleeping curled up against him. He rubs a bit of sleep from his eyes before he looks down at you, a little grin on his face.

You don’t even realize how cute you are half the time, you, with a bit of drool on your cheek and hair tousled. You, with your thighs spread wide open for him, cute little pussy on full display just asking to be played with. He huffs, rolling onto his side to sleep between your thighs. He gives the plush flesh a squeeze, nose nuzzling up against your lidded clit just enough to make you squirm a little, whimper softly in your sleep.

“Happy birthday to me~” is all Draken mumbles before he’s licking one, two large strips over your pussy lips, just enough to slick them up as his palms slip down a bit further to grab handfuls of your asscheeks. His lips latch around your pussy, cupping the mound and giving it a few fond sucks before his tongue takes over, easily splitting you open for him, his hazy eyes locking onto your clenching little hole.

You’re not exactly sure when you wake up fully, it’s probably after Draken works you through the first orgasm cause it was soft, a slow build up to make you gush. Now he’s a bit more awake, his grip on you tightening, nose nuzzled up close to your throbbing clit as his tongue pokes around your entrance in hopes of finding the spot that’ll get you awake. He knows he’s found it when your body suddenly jolts, pretty fingers gripping onto his hair tight and thighs threatening to snap shut had it not been for his hands.

“G’mornin…” his words are muffled into your pussy, the vibrations making you whine in a high pitched way that has his cock twitching beneath him. He needs more, always needs more. His lips are starting to lose that sweet taste of your nectar and he just can’t have that, so he’s diving back in, tongue now focused on your clit. He suckles it, looking up at you through his lashes to watch how you arch for him, hips starting to rut up against his face.

“K-Kenny~!” Your voice cracks, somehow sleep is still in your throat, but your body is on fire. Draken works you through a couple of highs, you easily loose count, mind going mushy from the way his tongue so easily brings you to your high. He’s added two fingers at some point, curling the digits knuckle deep in your cunt so he can focus on your sweet spot, make your sticky essence drip out of you even faster and soak not only his chin but the crack of your ass.

His chest feels tight when his lips leave your clit with a pop, a shaky breath being sucked into lungs. His pupils are dilated, a light layer of sheen sticking to his stubble. He doesn’t allow your twitchy thighs to close, despite how you whine, despite how there’s tears now thick in your lashes. His eyes are locked on your swollen pussy, now rosy and over spent due to his ruthless demeanour. He holds your lower lips apart with two fingers, groaning when your hole with webbed with thick slick, still throbbing, asking for more despite the way your body protests.

He spits onto your hole, and that only makes you whine even louder cause you know exactly what it means. You know he’s far from done and preparing you for another round, probably three. He doesn’t skip the sweet kiss though that he presses to your public bone, smile coming back from how tight you hold his air just from his warm breath blowing over your used cunt. “Need a couple more, gimme a couple more lil love. Spoilin on my birthday like this? You’re so nice~”

Draken’s Birthday Party Masterlist 💛

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