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the-possum-writes · 7 days

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Hello, could you make Marshall Lee x Human doctor female reader?

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Surviving the apocalypse, one bandage at a time

Character: Marshall Lee

Tags: Descriptions of injury, fem!reader, canon typical violence, set during the mushroom war, (hasn't been proofread)

Synopsis:

Life during an apocalypse is difficult enough as it is; imagine how much more difficult it becomes if you are inherently compassionate and well-meaning by nature. There's gonna be people taking advantage of that and today is just another reminder of it.

Wordcount: 1047

Tag list: @foxpearlwilder

While searching for anything important through a pile of rubble you suddenly hear faint pleas for help around the corner, so you run there with only your medical supplies and around three days' worth of food and water. Even if the world ended, it wouldn't completely change you as a person; back then when you were working at a hospital, you'd skip lunch on occasion to save more time to help someone in need, and today was no exception even if it meant losing out on supplies. The main difference is that people were not struggling as much as they are now. As you approach the corner, you notice something strange: the cries abruptly end and you're left in complete silence. Just when you start wondering if this is all in your head, you're proven wrong the worst way possible when then your foot steps on a metallic platform and sharp spikes bite into your ankle, suddenly you're the one screaming for help.

It's then that three stragglers emerge from their hiding places with daggers in their hands; you beg them to release you, but they have other priorities and ignore your pleas but take all of your belongings instead. While they talk among themselves you drop into the ground into a dissociative state.

"Anything good?" One of the stragglers asks another.

"Nah, just a bunch of bandages and ointments."

Their conversation fades into background noise as you try to pry the bear trap from your ankle, but every time you place your fingertips on either side of its jaws, it only makes you whimper at the pain crawling up the rest of your leg like a million bee stings. The sight isn't pleasant either, but the only reason you managed to pull your eyes away from your hurt leg is because the stragglers stopped talking when one of them began violently choking. The creature that appeared is one you've only heard about in campfire stories from other survivors and don't want to see in person, but here it is, its ashy gray skin contrasting against the struggler's dark clothing and vivid blood dripping from its mouth as it chops through the poor fool's neck. The lingering pain on your leg was nothing but an afterthought as you frantically attempt force the beartrap open although it meant ruining your leg further, but a damaged leg is nothing compared to the fate waiting for you if the vampire get's it's claws on you, and at that moment it's like the vampire thought the same thing cause once it finished eating the scavenges it immediately looked in your direction with it's cold dead blue eyes. With the monster now aware of you, you barely open the trap enough for your leg to slip though even if the teeth ripped through pieces of your skin but even then with blood running down your foot you still get up and make a break for it. But what good is running away with a broken ankle?

Just when the thought came you once again fall down, grabbing onto anything nearby to defend yourself as the monster looms over you.

The creature eyes you like a succulent meal but it would never have the chance to taste your flesh because of the pointy wood stake suddenly bursting through its chest, it takes a second for the monster to process it just like you do, cause by the time it looked down at it's chest it immediately proofed into a dust cloud and reveals the man behind it. He inhales the dust cloud left behind by the feral vampire and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, burping a bit as if he just ate a delicious hamburger.

His wild hair is the color of molasses and sticks all over the place with only a side ponytail keeping his eyes clear, although the ashy skin is something to be concerned over the only reason you're not jumping away in terror is because of his eyes, they're a fascinating ruby red that look down at you with what you can only hope is sympathy.

"You okay girlie?" He asks, voice smooth like chocolate.

"... Kinda." You mumble, directing your view to your messed up leg.

"Oh dang, that looks bad."

"Just bring me my bag." You grunt through clenched teeth.

The stranger nods and floats away, I repeat- the stranger with the unnatural eyes, skin and food preference also happens to float! If it wasn't because of your damaged leg you would've ran away from this guy the second he showed up, but alas, fate is taking you on a rollercoaster ride today and by the looks of it it had no intention of slowing down yet.

Atleast he's not as bloodthirsty as the other one. The stranger brought you your bag and even the stuff that was thrown around by the scavengers, he didn't speak to you during the whole thing but he did loom over as he watched you work on your leg with practiced hands even though the dried up tears and quivering lips. He did ask at one point "Don't you need something for the pain?"

You shook your head as you held a scalpel in your mouth, taking it with your free hand as you add. "I would, but I'm both the patient and the doctor so..." You struggled a bit to tie the final knot with one hand so the stranger gripped it with both hands for you and tied it together, he did it a bit too tight but that's just what you need to make sure nothing gets out of place.

"Thanks, for everything I mean." You finally voice out in a meek voice, now that the risk of bleeding out wasn't at the top of your mind.

"Don't sweat it, it's just another day on the job." He responds with well earned confidence if he's constantly hunting vampires that easily. "Are you gonna be okay wandering around with a broken foot?"

You grab a nearby tree branch and use it as an improvised walking cane, struggling to get up and balance yourself with one foot. "I will be... eventually, I've been at it for a while for a hurt leg won't stop me-" it's then that your tree branch breaks in half but the stranger holds you with one arm to prevent you from kissing up the urban pavement.

"Now, I ain't no babysitter but how about you stick around me for a while?" A suggestion you hesitate to accept when you catch sight of his sharp fangs, but considering your options, he's probably the safest companion available right now.

"Alright. But only until I get better."

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And that's how you begin your short road trip with the stranger you've come to know as Marshall Lee, he still gives you the creeps but he doesn't need food to survive so that's already a game changer now that you don't have to share every can of beans you miraculously found along the way. However that doesn't take away how much of a show off and a tease he can be, especially when you need his help or he brags about his latest kill that week, you usually shrug him off and feed a bit into his ego but hey; anything to keep other vampires away. It's after a short while that he came back to you after a hunt with a pretty nasty scratch over his chest, the second you caught sight of the darken stain on his shirt you immediately jumped to your feet and went up to him with your doctor's bag, he'd wave off the injury saying something like "It's nothing, it'll heal on its own tomorrow. You should've seen the other guy though-!" Marshall nonchalantly brings up but that doesn't reassure you in the slightest, especially with how brutal you've seen other vampires attack.

"Marshall you're bleeding bucket loads! Atleast let me patch it up, now, take off your shirt." You exclaim.

He crooked an eyebrow at that, making light of the situation. "Hey girl, if you wanted to see me shirtless you could've asked-" he wanted to keep joking about it but you gave him a stare that only meant you were in "doctor mode" and didn't have time for any jokes. He raised his hands in defense, "Alright, alright, give me a second." Marshall did as he was told and raised the shirt over his head and gave you a good look at the large gash over his chest, you soon take action and start the usual procedure you do on your patients, disinfect the wound, try to clean it the best you can before adding ointment and gauze tape. Just like any usual day on the job. Glob, how do you miss those days. Marshall stayed quiet during the whole thing just like when you first two met, he liked seeing you work, that concentrated expression on your face and the way you moved fast but precise, as if you committed the process to muscle memory without double thinking anything.

"Where'd you learn to do all the medical stuff? Doesn't it take like, a crazy long time to learn it?"

You shrug, not minding the small talk. "I used to do first aid service for the red cross in highschool and was on my first years of studying medicine before the bombs fell, still, I performed medical attention to survivors back at my old camp." You explain as brief as you can, still focusing on wrapping the gauze over him.

"Makes sense and educated gal like you lives in a camp, the only folks I see out in the wastelands that aren't mutated are those vault dwellers."

"I don't live at the camp anymore, that's why when you found me I was on my own." You clarify.

"Huh. Why not go back to them? you guys seem to do better in groups than on your own. Who knows what monsters are waiting to ambush a pretty gal like you." He makes a snark remark on that, you're unsure if the monsters he's talking about since almost everything out here seems to get you

Your hands pause a bit, looking up at those red eyes that are now swimming in dark pools just like his hair. "You mean like the vampires, or the scavengers, or...?"

"Me." He confirms.

It's then that you lower your gaze to his chest realizing how his wound healed up faster than your ointments could even if you perfected the formula or had the right ingredients. Your hands went up to remove the gauze and the bandages, with your palms mindlessly running through his exposed chest as if you were still processing the fact he regenerated it in a matter of minutes, it's then that Marshall raised your hand to the upper left side where his heart would be but you don't feel it's beat. Almost like a corpse. "What are you?" You finally ask.

"Me? I'm the son of a vampire, and maybe half demon. Don't tell me it scares you out now?"

You laugh briefly, raising your hand to his cheek. "Not at all."

#adventure time x reader #marshall lee the vampire king #marshall lee x reader #adventure time

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the-possum-writes · 11 days

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Reminder that I also draw art owo)b

Catching a few rays of sun before heading out. 🍃🍄

Also, wrote a short little snippet that came to mind when I started sketching.

Fern's chuckles are the only thing Lyra can hear while he skims through his Ble magazine for the forth time, she looks over him both curiously and slightly critical. "You've reread that thing four times already, how is it still funny?"

Fern ignores her criticism, closing his mag for a moment so he could point at her own choice of literature. "Well I bet it holds up better than whatever you're writing in your little girly diary."

She pursues her lips together, even more annoyed than before but with a tone that tries to elevate her importance. "It's not a diary, it's a spell book and field journal that keeps track of all my discoveries and herbal recipes. Magic stuff, you wouldn't understand."

He doesn't buy it one bit. Either way he leans forward with interest. "So that means I can read it?"

Lyra pouts her lips and furrows her eyebrows together in thought for a split second, she may act as posh as she wants but he can still catch that flash of embarrassment on her features as she closes the book and states. "...No, it's private." Fern snickers to himself once more, relaxing in his spot as he goes back to reading his magazine. "Just what I thought."

#art

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the-possum-writes · 18 days

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scarab has me behaving abnormally

That's one way to get hunted down, by being a menace in general 👀

Honestly same

#he is everything to me #fionna and cake

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the-possum-writes · 18 days

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I quit my job so now I finally got some free time for this blog 👍🏻

#rambling

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the-possum-writes · 3 months

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update!

#centaurworld #elktaur x reader #update

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the-possum-writes · 4 months

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Hiiii!! I just finished watching AT again, and i been loking for some FinnxReaderxFern fics, and i read ur at content and i just love it.So i was hopping if i could request a fic where Finn and Fern has this, confrontation? Jelousy talk? about each other's feelings about reader!!

You can Say no if you don't wanna do it, but i would really apreciated<3.

[Confronting their feelings about you]

❥Character(s): Finn, Fern

❥Tags: SFW, canon typical violence, expressing emotions, gender neutral pronouns for the reader

❥Synopsis: What started as a simple afternoon dedicated to cleaning turned into a short lived but intense knife fight when you came up as a conversation topic.

❥Wordcount: 1000

❥A/N: I want this gress boy to heal so i'll take whatever chance i get to write him learning to overcome his Finn jelousy.

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder

Today is a typical day for the guys; a knife storm has just passed, so they are calmly brushing away the residual weaponry from clogging the top of the treefort, like they do when there is hail or dry tree leaves. "There's less daggers compared to last time, makes ya wonder why huh Fern?" During the cleanup, Finn speaks aloud, the idea circling through his mind a few times

"Hmm, probably because of climate change." Fern disputes bluntly.

Finn pauses in his sweeping to glance up at the sky, contemplating to himself before offering his own two cents. "Or is it because the knife god is dissatisfied with the number of swords and knives forged this year? That the sword-smiths probably have a secret society where they sacrifice things in exchange for good materials." The longer the human boy rambles, the more Fern is interested by the explanation and begins unironically contributing his own perspective.

"What if the knife god sends us knives to test if they're nice and sharp?" The offer compels Fern to stop sweeping as well, although his reason for doing so is more of a curiosity to see if his human brother can figure out what he is thinking about. With them still being the same guy, Finn shares that challenging expression in his eye.

Fern swoops down and throws a knife at Finn, but the boy rolls to the side and retrieves a knife from the ground just in time to deflect the second knife thrown at him. Fern attempts to continue throwing blades at his playmate, but he only draws closer in range, forcing Fern to sidestep the pointy jabs directed at him as he grabs his own knife, and they begin sparring right there with the brooms long forgotten. They go at it for a while till Finn notices the sun leaning over the horizon and remembers something.

"Okay okay that's enough, let's wrap this up before the sun goes down."

"Got somewhere to go?" Fern asks as he hops from side to side, still energized from the spar.

"Yeup, a friend wants to collect kelp samples for a college project and I promised I'd help."

"Kelp samples?" Hah! That's boring..." His smile faded. "Wait.. you talking about the biology student that's always cooped up at Turtle P's library?"

Finn confirms, "That's the one." While the human boy skipped happily at the thought of you, Fern's jaw tightened as he felt an unpleasant stir in his chest. Finn had his back to Fern and was in the process of picking up his fallen broom when a knife imbedded itself just next him, missing his palm by only an inch.

"Who knowsss what kind of trouble you'll sstumble into when you're out there collecting kelp sssamples, you could get ambushed by kelpies or banditsss," the grass boy explains with a low tone and a snake whisp in his tongue before his voice shifted back to normal. "They are my friend too! and the last thing I want is to find out they got hurt because you weren't able to help. Now, pick up that knife and show me you can protect them from anyone and anything."

Finn considers the challenge, normally he'd never say no to one but he's grown familiar enough with Fern's mood swings to know it's that darn octopus messing up his head again, but if there's any best way to get it out of his system it's by sparring. With that goal in mind, Finn acepts the challenge even though it means fighting Fern when he's at his "most intense". The duel starts just like the previous one but the longer it went on the more Finn came to realize it no longer had the same playful approach as before, it became all the more apparent whenever Fern purposely scratches at him every time he left opening rather than playfully bump him with the butt of the dagger.

"They're my friend I'd never let anything happen to them!" Finn grinds his teeth as their blades collide.

"I knew them way before you did, i was gonna ask them out... before..." Fern stutters for a second, giving Finn the opportunity to kick him in the back of the knee and knock him down.

"Before you turned into a sword right?" Despite the takedown, Finn's tone softens as he assists his brother in standing up. "So that's what has you all jumbled up. Fern, remember what I said about bottling up your feelings?"

"That I should use my words." He nods like a scolded child.

"How about you share'em with me?" Finn held Fern in hug before giving him a much needed squooze.

Fern sighs. "You know more than anyone why I like them. And when I heard you were going out with them I guess I got a little jealous."

'Right just a bit,' Finn thought, but didn't dare to speak it out and upset his grass bro. "Have you considered asking them out yet?" The human youngster suggests, "You know, like on an actual date and not just collect samples." It sounds simple enough to him, but Fern's inner struggle makes it not so simple.

"I did. But after the whole "I turned into a sword and then the grass disaster," I had a feeling that they wouldn't even want to look at me." Fern deflates and drops down Finn's grip while he explains, but Finn holds him up again.

"Well, you'll never know unless you try it out!"

Fern turned his head in the direction of his human counterpart. "What? But what about YOU? I am sure you have a crush on them."

Finn scratched the back of his neck. "I mean, I do. They're really amazing with the knowledge they have about a bunch of stuff, however... I've already dunked on my other relationships, if anything I'll probably ruin this one too."

For once, Fern sees a part of himself in Finn that isn't just superficial similarities; the hesitance and self-doubt are all too familiar, and despite the little devil inside him telling him to exploit Finn's weakness, he instead tries to encourage him. "Finn, you're a great shot ."

A knock on the door and a doorbell ring from below the tree fort, followed by your familiar voice asking for someone to open it. The two brothers exchange glances before Fern breaks the silence. "How about we each take our shot and let them decide?" he asks, offering a peace deal with a handshake.

"Sounds good."

#finn the human x reader #adventure time x reader #fern mertens x reader #fern mertens #finn mertens #reader insert

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the-possum-writes · 4 months

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Ah yes, Valentine's day is upon us. 🚬

Also gonna post some sneak peeks of what I've been writing lately.

#rambling

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the-possum-writes · 6 months

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Hes so me

#i don't usually reblog stuff #but i love him so much fam ;w;#finn the human

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the-possum-writes · 6 months

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[Daily Routine]

❥Character: Scorcher (Adventure Time)

❥Tags: SFW, domestic fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader

❥Synopsis: Scorcher's day to day life now that he has a partner to worry and run errands with.

❥Wordcount: 1008

❥A/N: While I fill out most of the Marshall Lee requests, I also wanted to write something for one of the mostly forgotten bad guys.

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder

With a bounty hunter as skilled as him, it's no wonder he'd knock out everyone in the room faster than you can say Mississippi. Gunshots ring out from every direction like an endless rain of projectiles, but it's never been an issue for Scorcher when he transforms into a cloud of ash that indiscriminately fazes through bullets and chokes a couple of his attackers in the process. Those who caught a glimpse of his entire body only saw bright eyes within dark red before going black. The mission at hand is similar to many others in that it involves collecting the bounty of a wanted individual, in this case a criminal leader who is fully armed and guarded, but it's nothing this veteran bounty hunter can't handle. Throughout this entire ordeal, a phone begins to ring from Scorcher's pocket; typically, he would ignore calls at work, but this is his personal phone, and he is unable of ignoring it because it only means one thing. "Hi honey, I'm at the supermarket and there are potatoes on sale; would you like them baked or fried for dinner?" a polite but indecisive voice on the phone asks.

Scorcher weighs his options even when a bodyguard comes charging at him with a knife, to which he twists the guy's hand behind his back, forcing the blade out of his grasp, eventually shoving the person out of the way as he answers. "Both." His tone is short but firm, unlike the person on the phone. "Alright! I'll see you later. Byeee." The other person on the line hangs up, leaving Scorcher to continue working.

With only confident strides, the bounty hunter entered the boss's office after the last bodyguard was withdrawn from service. He barely opened the door with a side step as a bullet hole bursts into the wooden door beside him, Scorcher unfazed despite his cowering target literally backed right into the corner as he continued shooting rounds at the unstoppable bounty hunter, the empty shotgun clicked pathetically with Scorcher right behind the crime boss with his dagger to his throat

"Please, I'll give you anything!" The boss begs for his life by offering all of his riches and valuables, but nothing is more valuable to Scorcher than a job well done. Well, aside from his other biggest treasure.

He readies his blade for the final strike, but it misses its mark when the phone in his pocket vibrates. Without averting his beady eyes from the mafia leader, Scorcher answers the phone with one hand while holding onto the blade with the other. "Hi honey! sorry to bother you again but can you come pick me up at the grocery store? it started raining and I didn't bring an umbrella with me." the caller asks apologetically. Scorcher doesn't verbally respond but the positive grunt was all the confirmation needed. "Be there in five." he adds before hanging up once more.

The last thing you hear before hanging up on him was a pained shout immediately cut short, you weren't new to your boyfriend's line of work so you shrugged it off as you contemplate the rain right outside the grocery store, shuffling your weight side to side as you wait.

The doorknob shuffles a bit as you nonchalantly discuss your day, he isn't the most talk active person but he's a great listener. "...And then I asked the cashier when would they start selling tangerines and she told me that they should be available by next month since that's when the season starts but if you ask me it should start way sooner with all the rain we've been getting. Either way enough about me, how was your day?" you turn your attention to your boyfriend carrying the groceries with a single arm, not only is he strong but also taller than the average person to the point he has to crouch down before entering your shared safe house. "Good," he states by placing the groceries on the kitchen table. His profession has made him plenty of enemies so he had this house specifically built for you. Scorcher didn't have his height taken into account because it was made just for you, but after you persuaded him that you would feel more safer with him around, he was unable to refuse your request to move in.

"That's always nice to hear." you place your own bag alongside the kitchen counter, mainly the stuff you need to make dinner. You're minding your own business by washing the potatoes your bought earlier but the tall presence behind you grabs hold of the vegetables next to you by the counter, you smile to yourself, placing your hand on his. "How sweet of you but I can imagine you're exhausted from work, let me take care of dinner while you lay down a bit okay?" you bring up in a soft tone that makes it impossible for him to decline, Scorcher leans down to place a kiss on your forehead before leaving you alone with the cooking ingredients.

As the cooking utensils and pots begin to clang from the kitchen, Scorcher takes the chance to take out the crystal-like device from his pocket and project a hologram that looks a lot like a laptop monitor. He then throws himself into the couch and calls his company to let them know about today's work. He also unwinds by browsing social media in general, keeping up with what his colleagues are up to and offering his services to possible employers. You carefully move to the side to get behind Scorcher, but there's no way to sneak up on this skilled man. Before you could react, he whirled around and drew you into an embrace, which made you burst out laughing. "I was gonna say that dinner is ready, do you wanna eat first or take a shower?"

Scorcher nuzzles into your neck, prompting you to laugh once more. He may not talk much but when he does it sends shivers down your spine. "Depends, are you for dessert?"

#adventure time x reader #scorcher x reader #Scorcher #adventure time villians #reader insert

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the-possum-writes · 6 months

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[Monster Mash] 🔞

❥Character: (Hugwolf) Finn Mertens

❥Tags: NS/FW, smut, non specified private parts, gender neutral reader, kn0ts, size difference, teratophilia

❥Synopsis: Jake entrusts you to watch Finn while they look for a cure.

❥Wordcount: 1028

❥A/N: Happy Halloween! I couldn't do October themed stuff but I had this request in the bin from AO3 and I figured today was an ideal day to post. 🎃👻🐺

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder

"Keep an eye on Finn while we track down the Alfa Hugwolf, don't let him out of your sight!" Is the responsibility Jake entrusted upon you.

"Good hunting!" I'll do whatever it takes to keep him here." Is your vow to Jake as you shakily grasp the walkie talkie, but throughout your conversation, you failed to notice Cinnamon bun being used to free hugwolf Finn from his confinement that was designed particularly to keep him locked up. You dropped the walkie talkie as you turned around slowly and saw a set of yellow canine eyes peering down at you with the utmost need for affection. The warm breath huffing over your shoulder had startled you into a chilly position. His big fluffy arms lift you up faster than you could run away, not that you'd get very far, but it's better than passively being squeezed that has your sides aching and your heart fluttering, and even then, there's only so much of his hugs you can take before falling limp to the hugwolf's touch, Finn sniffs you curiously before huffing in disdain that you couldn't handle his cuddles like many others.

The Hugwolf was more than willing to abandon you in search of a new hug victim, but you're not ready to let him go so easily. Jake trusted you, and you'll do whatever it takes to see it through, especially since it involves your best friend's safety.

"is that all you got?" You manage to stand on unsteady legs, but your arms are sturdy and ready.

This caused the hugwolf to run up to you for another large hug, knocking you off your feet and onto the floor, but instead of feeling the dungeon rock, you collided against Finn's coarse fur as he protected you from the fall, holding you up to him as he rubbed himself all over you. This wasn't too bad if you ignored the fact that you were caught in his grip like a pet owner overly devoted towards their pet; you found yourself snoozing away unconscious because of how pleasant Finn's hold was on you, but then something different startled you awake.

"So soft." With short huffs and playful growls, the Hugwolf caressed you over his chest and midriff, letting you feel a hardened hump pressing against your plump bottom. One of your hands crept away from your side and gently touched the firm bulge that was now warm against the fabric of Finn's shorts, or what remained of them.

The Hugwolf makes you gasp. There's a warmth whirling inside your gut at the idea developing in your head, consequently Finn responded by thrusting his hips forward in a frantic whimper. "Whatever it takes," you say to yourself as you put your hand inside Finn's shorts. His snout nestles into your shoulder as he adjusts his grip on you in a more gentle squeeze, laying the two of you on his side so he can enthusiastically wag his tail, dry humping his growing cock against your open palm that doesn't slow down its stroking. "Argh, I'm gonna hug you so hard," he breaths in your aroma before tasting you directly by licking the side of your cheek, making your face burn warm because it's the closest thing to a kiss you've had from Finn. Except for the one time you gave him mouth to mouth, which doesn't count. Your heart races against Finn's chest as soon as you think the hug can't get any hotter. Finn pulls you up to him and tears your lower clothes, including your underwear, leaving you blushing profusely. "Whoa! Take it easy, there! You're at least twice my size-!" Instead of warning him, it made you want him even more. Particularly now that his heart-shaped paws have turned you over in such a way that your private parts are in full view of his ravenous glare, lapping you and leaving behind enough saliva to give the impression that he was drinking water from a bowl, Finn's tongue stimulation has you jerking and squirming in his grasp as the ecstasy takes over your body and senses.

"Won't let you go" Hugwolf Finn growls greedily. Finn left you so stunned that you were unable to recognize that he had flipped you again, with your back against his chest and both legs raised as he tried to slide inside of you. Finn kept trying to push the leaking tip of his cock inside of you, but it kept slipping away and brushing against your sensitive areas, so you cried out in desperation and grabbed hold of his heated shaft, hoping to guide it straight into your waiting insides. You give a strained, "Oh fuck-!" as Finn doesn't wait for you to calm down and just begins pounding on you like there's no tomorrow. But he also hugs you while you're gasping and groaning, giving you sloppy hugwolf kisses and lovingly telling you how nice you feel.

You imagined he'd already filled you to the full with his entire cock, but there's a lovely little surprise waiting for you just at the base of his length, something round and throbbing, like an unexpected gift wrapped in a gorgeous knot. "Fiiinnn... I don't know if it'll fit... But, but... I want it inside! All of you!" You gasp at the extra heat stuffing you full, practically swaying your hips in sync with Finn's just to try to match his speed to no effect. But who needs speed when the rhythm of this dirty dance begins to lose its pace as you climax right here on Finn's hugwolf cock. Your smaller form twitches in the aftermath as Finn pumps you up full of his warm cum, unable to measure how much of it there is due to his knot keeping you in place, but hey at least you accomplished your mission.

"Hah... I did it~ I'll be keeping you here until Jake comes back with the cure..." You say with a triumphant smile as Finn cuddles up to you like you're a teddy bear. Although now that you think about it, this hugwolf curse isn't so bad, deep down you hope it'll take a while for them to find that cure.

#finn the human x reader #finn the human #adventure time x reader #reader insert #finn mertens

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the-possum-writes · 6 months

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looking forward to the next finn request :0

There's gonna be one ready for tomorrow -w-)b 🐺

#ramblings

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the-possum-writes · 6 months

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Hi! Same anon from before, but I found your elktaur from archive. I recently read it again, and I noticed something peculiar. It no longer has your user listed, but it's an orphan account. What happened?

The mini heart attack I got when I read this- I checked my account and I haven't gotten any notifications and the story looks fine and alright with my username. If you have the time can you send me a screenshot of how it looks to you?

Either way, thanks for letting me know!

#ramblings #possum answers

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the-possum-writes · 7 months

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Any news about your Elktaur Fanfic?

Howdy!

There's been drafts in the works since summer but I kept trashing and rewriting them cause the vibes didn't sit right with me. Progress has been slow since I'll be working full time shifts until January and my stamina has been dragging but I've been taking the time to write for Elktaur during my lunch breaks, so I estimate the fic should have an update by late October or Early November.

Let's just say our dear reader is having trouble sleeping because of a certain elk eve)

#rambling #possum answers #elktaur x reader

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the-possum-writes · 7 months

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please, I *need* headcannons of Scarab being pathetic, both sfw and nsfw! Honestly, with how we’re first introduced to him where he calls prismo out for never inviting him to parties and they way we never see him call on anyone to help him, I think he’s probably really lonely and is just too stubborn to admit it openly.

and as for nsfw, hear me out, I could very much see him taking on a submissive role when it comes down to it. As they say, Someone who works hard needs to rest, someone proud needs to be brought low, and someone who’s always had control relishes the feeling of having it all be on someone else’s shoulders. That’s just my opinion, but it would mean a lot if you would write it still-

I’m on it! You can count on me for this type of stuff.

⚠️⚠️Warning, this post contains NSFW content. If you don’t like that, then don’t scroll to the bottom!⚠️⚠️

Sfw:

When it comes to Scarab I think we can all agree that he is a stubborn man. And tired.

He’s the type who complains about not wanting to leave somewhere, but when he gets home he complains about not leaving earlier.

He’s the type who would nope if someone called him a nickname that degraded him. Or even pet names.

“Hey cutie.”

“….shut up”

His voice gets weak and quiet, but underneath he’s blushing.

Has bags under his eyes and if you try to hug him he’ll just melt into your arms.

Cuddles are a must, especially if he can lay in your legs. Will hug your waist while his face digs into your stomach.

His voice cracks or goes a little high pitch when he talks around you. Especially when giving you compliments.

Very stubborn around other people. If you tease him about liking, or loving, you then he’ll pout while crossing his arms.

“Pff-….. of courage not. You’re being ridiculous.”

If you tell him you’re going to see Prismo instead of hanging out with him, he’ll beg you not to.

You feel bad, well a little bit, but he’s on the ground while begging you not to hang out with Prismo and to spend all your attention on him.

Needy little shit…

!!NSFW!!:

Okay…. Google, show me this guys balls-

Kidding… not really.

This man, named Scarab, he will whimper for you! And he’ll look needy and he will beg for your attention.

If you kiss his neck be ready for him to muffle a moan. He’ll bite his lip while his face plates open slowly.

Guide his hands down you and he’ll nearly pass out from touchy you, and your willingness to let him touch you.

If you give him head, he’ll close his eyes tightly while gripping the back of your head.

Push him into the couch and climb over him, please! Will sink back and start up at you with dazed eyes.

He has a dopey grin on his face while you lean down and kiss him. Grind against him and make him whine.

He’ll beg for you to do anything to him. And don’t get me started on cockwarming.

If you just put him inside and sit there, he will lose his absolute mind!

Your arms wrapping around his neck while his hands grip your waist. You don’t move, but he wants to pound you so badly.

But he can’t, because then he would be disappointing you. And he can’t do that. So he just endured it, painfully.

Sweat falls down his face while you slowly rock back and forth. And he finally lets out a huge moan.

It rattled through your brain as you finally made him cave in. Your hips slowly moved and you started begging you to let him come.

He needed to fill you up, and he needed you now.

His eyes got small tears before you kissed him. You could feel his king cock pumping cum deep inside of you. He whimpered pathetically as you slowly removed yourself from him. He twitched as a string of saliva interlocked between your lips.

You just smiled before leaning to the side, bringing him down with you. You both just laid there while you gently caressed his head.

That’s all I got for tonight.

I had an early birthday dinner and my mom told the staff it was today… and it was embarrassing. But I love her so… gotta deal with it.

#Fionna and Cake #Reblog #scarab x reader #Ahhh I love this interpretation of Scarab

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