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teddybeartoji · 1 month

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i may be sick but thats not gonna stop meeeee

this is gonna be short I think but when i get better m gonna send a longer one >:3c

but !!! wolf!toji and bunny!reader where the heat cycles match up but Toji doesn’t realize how bad things are gonna get until he knots you, thinking that you’re gonna need a cool down, but you just keen so pretty and ask him why he stopped fucking you!! asking him to keep going, thank he has to make sure his cum takes so that you can be a good little bunny and give him a bunch of pups like he deserves !!

also when can we discuss bunny!reader and snow leopard!satoru who reaaallly wants suguru to play with him so he makes it a point to start touching you even when your heads in suguru’s lap…im talking like, satoru makes a certain noise and you just INSANTLY know what he wants and present for him, not wanting to move your head from sugu’s lap because he’s rubbing behind your ears so perfectly

MMMMMMMMMMMMMM BIG WOLF!TOJI N CUTE LITTLE BUNNY!READER I'M SOOO INSANEEEE THE THOUGHT OF TOJI KNOTTING YOU IS SO CRAZY I NEED THAT I NEEDD. IT. toji gets ready to pump another load in you when you pout at him with teary eyes🥺🥺🥺🥺like tojiii c'moonn🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺need more🥺🥺🥺🥺yeah no this is so hot lunar i love you so fucking bad

FUUUUCKKKWAITT BUNNY!READER AND SNOW LEOPARD!GOJO BOTH WANT SUGURU TO PLAY WITH THEMM🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴BC THEY'RE BOTH JUST SO FUCKING NEEDYYYFUUUUCKKKKK suguru gets so smug abt it too..... and he let's satoru wait just to torture him a little..... he can see his boner and the wet patch on his boxers but he refuses to do anything other than to just keep scratching and rubbing at your ears🥴🥴🥴🥴 satoru is just kneeling in front of the couch, face level with you but he keeps his eyes on suguru. he's glaring at him, hoping that suguru will break bc:(((( he wants attention too:(((((( his tail thumps against the floor and his ears twitch:(((((((he wants sugu to touch him soooooo badlyyy:(((((

#and i just know suguru loves the way your nose scrunches up so cutely when he plays witj your ears🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴#you're his baby!!!!!#you both are!!!!!!!!!#sighhh i'm so unwell #lunar c'mere kiss kiss kiss #i'm gonna cure whatever kind of illness is bothering you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#YOU'RE MY BABYYYY!!!!!!!!!#ILYYY #thank you so much for these little treats i really fucking love them:((((#you're too good to mee:(((((#lunar <3 #wolf!toji #bunny!reader #snow leopard!gojo #friends!!#toji #angel boy #sugu

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drundertalescum · 6 years

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Writing Prompt: big disease goin around. There's this person who developed an immunity. Only issue is this disease has killed no one, and the immunity kid does not want to help in the situation. The public is starting to get violent because of it. 《You can change around whatever about this prompt I'm as equally bored as you》

oh no the guy’s not even here yet and already i am inspired. I’m gonna do a quick version now and probably expand on it later

Warnings: somewhat graphic injuries, blood, children in peril, implied/referenced violence (including widespread and domestic violence), angst, disease, etc. Let me know if I missed something to warn for

Words: 821

They decided to run.

They were just a child; it wasn’t their fault they were scared. Anyone would be scared. No one knew what this whole thing might do! And… and no one was dying, it was just that everyone was… changing.

Mothers turned angry and siblings turned violent. A town nearby was on fire. Another village was just gone, and no one knew what happened to it. People were vanishing. People were scared. But they weren’t dying from the illness. They were just turning more and more hostile and volitile and the world just wasn’t safe anymore.

And it was spreading.

Red eyes were everywhere, now, on every face they encountered, every face but their own.

They were the only one who didn’t get sick. They were the only one that remained themself, even after everyone else started changing. And they didn’t understand, but they were used to feeling out of touch and out of place, and so at first it didn’t bother them.

But someone, a scientist, frenzied and easily enraged but still so smart and determined, found a cure.

Maybe.

No one was dying. Not from the disease. It was only the things the disease made them all do. All the ways it changed them, and all the ways the people let it. But no one was dying. People were making choices. But no one was dying. People were killing. But no one was dying. People were hurting and screaming and destroying but no one was dying from the illness itself. It didn’t hurt them. It didn’t kill them! It just made people make choices.

Bad, bad choices.

But there was a cure. Maybe. And for it to work, maybe, someone would have to die.

Someone whose eyes weren’t red. Someone who was still themself, even after everyone else had changed.

They grew their bangs long. They focused on the ground. They avoided people; shied away. They hated people, but it wasn’t that same old sort of hate. They didn’t have that in their soul, and that’s the difference.

That is why the child had to die.

And they didn’t want to.

There was something about their soul that could change everything and everyone. They were supposed to volunteer. They were meant to save everyone.

But they refused.

The child didn’t want to die.

But they couldn’t hide forever. One day the person that they once called momma came with the doctor, and all eyes, bright, red, gleaming eyes, were on them. And that is when they made a choice, and decided to run.

They ran until they couldn’t anymore, and then they kept running after that. Away from their village, and away from all the knew, into the forests and bound, to the mountain, and they climbed, and climbed, fingernails broken and bleeding, scraped knees and arms and legs. Torn clothing, exhaustion, dehydration… but they didn’t give up. They kept going, though they knew not to where.

They just wanted to feel safe again.

And then they fell. And landed. And the spike of fear from the fall faded out into a tired, sleepy feeling as the exhaustion took over, and they used up their last bit of fear. The dirt was soft, and there was nowhere left to run to, and no way to get back up. They were too tired. But at last, they felt… safe, somehow. At least, safe enough to sleep.

They dreams were mostly short but pleasant, of brighter days and better futures, and the life they should have been living, before the end…

The child was found, but by a different sort of monster than the ones they ran from. These monsters were soft and kind, with sweet smiles and deep voices that sounded like honey and kindness.

They were found by the family they never had, even before. Accepting and loving in complete totality, and finally they had stumbled upon their true home.

Days were spent teaching Mrs Mom Lady how to tell all the kinds of jokes and stories they always loved, and showing Mr. Dad Guy how to garden. And most of all, they spent their time teaching Asriel everything they knew, about the surface, and being tough, and all the ways to defend himself if he ever needed to, because they both needed to be strong in this world, because things are rarely ever good forever.

Though they wanted to believe things could be good forever here, away from the humans, forgotten by history and sunlight. And things were good for now, too, and that was what mattered.

Mom Lady taught them to bake, Dad Guy taught them everything he knew about tea, and Asriel taught them how to laugh again.

And things were good.

…But they weren’t good forever.

One day, Dad Guy’s eyes turned red. They remembered the cure. Maybe. They made a decision…

But it didn’t work.

And that was the end of that.

#fanfic #drabble #my fics #underfell #uf!chara #chara #dreemurr family #angst #mine #dunno what else to tag

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