comfort bunny

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Anyone remember those FNAF traditional dumps I did? I finally finished digitizing the main four…after like, two years of being under construction in my folder. But hey, at least they’re finally done!

Y’know, finally. I swear university takes away all my time from digital art.

Pants on Fire - Kai Parker smut

There was a moment of silence as a thud upstairs was heard right above the dinner table, a few curse words followed after a yelp of pain. The chandelier shook a bit and I blushed as I looked back at my family.

I swallowed. “Will you excuse me?” I bit my lip and rushed upstairs, my palms sweaty. I specifically told Kai not to come over tonight. My grandparents were visiting and they knew, oh boy, did they know, about what a misbehaving disaster Kai Parker was.

I opened the door to my room and spotted Kai stuck in my window, his ankle smashed between the pane and the actual window.

I put my index finger against my mouth to get him to be quiet. I closed the door behind me and locked it, helping him in.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered, blushing as he took a long look of my whole body. I was wearing a fuzzy sweater and some old mom jeans.

The light in my room was rosy from the pink light bulb in my lamp and Kai smelled like cinnamon. It was cold outside so he was kind of shivering.

“Is it wrong to want to actually see you?” He smiled. “You know, your one word texts aren’t exactly the kind of consolation I expect after our night of intimacy.” He raised his eyebrows, referring to the oral we exchanged the last time we saw each other. “By the way, you’re possibly the worst texter in the world.”

“Will you shut up? My grandparents, who hate you might I add, are right down stairs.” I put my hand on his chest as he pulled me into his body.

“That’s why you wore this?” He poked fun at the sweater I got for Christmas last year. “I’m not complaining, it’s definitely soft.” He pushed my hair over my shoulder, the cool steel of his rings making me shiver. He pressed sweet wet little kisses on my chin and jaw, lightly on my neck.

“Kai.” I pulled away, my breath caught in my throat. “Seriously, you should go.” My knees nearly gave out at the crooked smile he gave me next.

“Let me guess, they think you’re a little saint, hmm?” He ran his thumb over my mouth, his fingers dancing on the sensitive flesh of my neck. “Ill bet they’ve never even heard you utter a single swear word.” He said.

I’ll admit that when I first met Kai, I was amused at how much character he had. Character that my parents definitely wouldn’t like and maybe that’s what intrigued me so much.

“Sweetie!” My mother’s heels woke me from my trance. My eyes opened and I jumped into action. “Is everything okay?” She knocked at my door and tried opening it. “You know I don’t like locked doors in my home.”

I pushed Kai into my bathroom and slammed the door, running over to the door and unlocking it. “Hey, mom, I’m fine. I just had a st-tomach ache.” I swallowed.

“What was that noise earlier?” She looked around my room, precisely at the half opened window. I blushed crimson. I knew that she knew.

“Oh, it was the cat. The dogs must have chased her out and got her caught in the tree and she came in through the win-” I started and my mother stopped me.

“Please use the front door next time.” She said in the direction of the bathroom. I almost died.

“Will do!” Kai answered and I covered my face.

My mother patted my shoulder and gave me a quick goodnight kiss. “Goodnight, sweetie. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

I closed the door after she left, swallowing the throw up in my mouth after nervously tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You’re the worst liar, too.” Kai came out of the bathroom applying some of my floral lotion on his hands. I rolled my eyes.

“That was so embarrassing.” I sighed. “You know, I can’t – do it – with you if my whole family is downstairs and they know you’re here.” I blushed.

He raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his face. “Do what, my sweetheart?” He laid on the bed, grabbing my journal from the nightstand.

“Hey, give me that, you jerk!” I lunged at him, attempting to grab my journal back. He opened it up to a random page and I almost cried. “Kai, I swear, I’ll kick you in the nuts.” I said, swinging my leg over his waist to grab the book.

“Jeez, girl, what’s so secretive? Loving relationships don’t have secrets.” He said and I stopped struggling, staring at him.

He stared back up at me, his eyes so pretty, a perfect nose. My whole body warmed up a good five degrees.

He threw my journal aside and grabbed my face, rolling me onto the bed as he gave my warm mouth a languid kiss. My breathing picked up the pace, his hands on my neck.

“Oh, god.” Kai said as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled my sweater up my stomach, pulling away so I could sit up and let him take the damn thing off of me.

I tore off the black jacket he wore and pulled his black shirt up, finally feeling his warm skin. I blushed as he resumed to kiss my skin, sucking patterns on my chest and being gentle on my breasts.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, pulling at my jeans. I arched my back as he took them off.

He kissed my mouth again, his hand tangled in my hair. I pressed my body up to his, craving the warmth of his skin against mine.

“Look at you, baby. So ready for me to fuck you.” He almost groaned. I hoped that my grandparents had left and my parents couldn’t hear any of this.

“Kai-” I started and my mouth went wide when his palm pressed against the apex of my inner thighs. He giggled maniacally, pulling my underwear from me and spreading my legs.

I swallowed as took off his jeans as well.

“You’re so cute, you know. All horny and warm for me.” He kissed my mouth again. I couldn’t breathe as he took off his briefs, grinning at me.

“Kai.” He shushed me, his finger pressed against my lips. He stuck it in my mouth and I tasted the cinnamon. Maybe he had been eating the cupcakes I baked for him last weekend.

Suddenly, his penis was touching me and my breath hitched. He looked into my eyes, running his hand down my body all in concentration.

“Are you nervous?” He smiled very small, his face close to mine as he got into position. His other hand rested above my head, fist in the pink cotton of my bed sheets. I wrapped my arms up and around his neck.

“Yeah.” I responded, my voice weak and not mine as he ran the tip of his penis lightly against my wetness.

“So am I.” He admitted. “May I?” He asked and I almost rolled my eyes. I nodded. He pushed himself inside of me and we both let out breaths.

I felt the muscles on his back contract and release. He let his arms give out and he held my hips, his mouth pressed against the shell of my ear, which was on fire.

“Aw, fuck.” He mumbled quietly as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “So-o good.” He swallowed thickly.

“Faster.” I blushed as I felt him smile against me. He pushed himself back up and thrusted his hips in rapidly. I let out a soft moan and covered my mouth, which did nothing because a second moan escaped my mouth and it was louder.

I almost screamed as he hit a certain place inside me that made a fire combust out of nowhere.

“Right there.” I let him know and almost floated off of the bed as he continued hitting the same place.

“Right there?” He grabbed my ass and lifted me up a little. I moved my hips against his like a mad woman. He almost couldn’t keep up as I strained to get myself off.

“Kai, Kai, Kai, K-ai-” I moaned and he kissed my open mouth, pulling me against him with his arm around my back, his cold rings making me arch it.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He buried his nose in my neck, his rapid breaths tickling me.

“I want to be on top.” I said quietly. He didn’t even blink before he rolled onto the bed. I sat on him, hiding my face in my hair as I pressed my hands against his chest and sprung myself up and down using the strength if my legs. He reached up to pull my hair back and grab my tits with his big, cold hands.

He watched me intently, little whimpers and moans coming from his open mouth. He met my movements, a drop of sweat falling from my nose to his lip. He licked it off and I closed my eyes.

“I’m – fuck – I’m coming.” I said quietly, my nails making red marks on his skin. I ran my hands up and on each side of his face, looking him in the eyes as he grabbed my hips and lifted himself up to fuck me harder.

I leaned over and let out a loud moan into my crochet pillow. He moaned under me, his mouth catching my breast. He licked my skin, helping me move against him.

We both stopped and I pulled away from my pillow, meshing my mouth with his wet one, hair in both of our sweating faces. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and my mouth opened to it’s full capacity.

He jerked up into me once more and I came as he did, his hips twitching. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, sighing shakily and getting off of him.

It took a while of laying on his arm there to get my breath in order. He pulled my bunny comforter over our bodies and played in my hair with his long fingers.

“You’re in love with me.” Kai said. I smiled a little, twisting his nipple lightly in between my fingers.

“Am not.” I denied weakly.

“You’re the worst liar.” He repeated.

anonymous asked:

What do you think would happen if Hana had a mental break down about her home and the Omnics in front of Lúcio?? (IM SORRY I JUST REALLY NEED SOME OTP COMFORT RN,,)

Don’t apologize doll! We all need a little comfort now and then

  • It was be after an entire night of staying away and trying to find an oasis in her video games that she finds she can’t ditch the nagging feeling in the back of her skull. Like an itch, or a whisper. 
  • Lucio sees how tired she is, but she refuses to go to bed, pacing and getting more agitated by the second. 
  • Trying to figure what’s going on with his girl, Lucio tries to get her to sit down and breathe deeply, but that only causes her to shove his touch away and for her strong, stone walls to finally crumble.
  • “My home is getting destroyed and my people are scared and even though I fight and fight and tell others to keep fighting I can’t make this stop.”
  • Its dead quiet, as they share only their irises, trying to see their souls. Lucio is gentle as he comes to her, not touching her, but saying that he knows. 
  • She screams at him, telling him he doesn’t. He doesn’t know, but he lets her get her anger out, before she becomes cold and empty. Numb to the fact her home is being terrorized by a giant omnic and she’s still here, not able to stop it. 
  • Falling against him, he takes her gently as they kneel on the ground. Her face hiding against his shirt as his hands softly stroke her hair. Murmuring soft things and telling her it will be alright.
  • She believes him, for just a moment, before she closes her eyes and rests against his dark skin. 

What if Bitty accidently leaves Señor Bunny at Jacks just as he’s going on a roadie. Or maybe it’s the playoffs and Jack is having a hard time so Bitty sneaks cookies AND his bunny into Jack’s bag. Of course Jack is touched, recognizing how big of a deal it was for Bitty to part from his beloved rabbit and that Bitty trusted him enough to leave Señor Bunny in his care. 

Bitty knows he’s found him when he starts getting photos of Señor doing things with the team. And the whole teams gets into it. Señor Bunny in the shower with carefully placed bubbles, wrapped in a hand towel… artfully blocking any potentially risque angles. Señor Bunny looking out over the ice from the top of the goal next with a clipboard and a stopwatch as the team practices. Señor Bunny amongst a sea of protein tubs and shaker bottles trying to lift a small hand weight, a makeshift sweatband around his ears. And finally, Señor Bunny in the Stanley Cup, swimming in confetti…. You know, stupid cute shit that the team thinks is for a little kid but is actually for their rookie’s boyfriend. 

I’m just thinking about how Bitty is just swimming in Jack mementos and I wonder what Jack has of Bitty’s. 

And if that didn’t kill you:

When they finally start their family Jack secretly has the adventures of Señor Bunny printed, framed and hung, completely surprising Bitty when they bring their little one home for the first time. 

milkymoth  asked:

hicku hit me with the good kotetsu/barnaby domestic fluff. or alternatively 707 & jaehee & mc friendship

First up, Kotetsu and Barnaby domestic fluff!

I tried not to write sickfic, thinking that would be the obvious choice. Then I realized that I don’t often write sickfic? Like, this is the first one since “Shelter from the Cold”. So I cut myself a break there. This thing really wanted to be sickfic.

And then I remembered this one stupid thing I did when I had the stomach flu, and realized that Barnaby would totally also do this stupid thing. The fic just kind of flowed from there (with some help from @nyx-bait ).

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Barnaby had always been blessed with reasonably good health. Of course his eyesight was terrible and he had plenty of breathing troubles, but he couldn’t remember many times he’d actually gotten sick.

Now he knew that this was, of course, part of the problem. However he’d taken care of himself during those times, or however Maverick had arranged for him to be taken care of, Barnaby couldn’t actually remember anymore. He was pretty sure that those memories he did have were fake, and hasty fakes at that. He was slowly learning to tell the difference.

However, that meant that times like now – times when the flu well and truly beat him senseless – were times he was utterly unprepared to deal with alone. Fortunately, Barnaby had someone around who wasn’t about to let him try. This fact was driven home to him anew when Barnaby’s vision swam back into focus, and he found himself laying on the kitchen floor, held up off the tiles by Kotetsu’s arm around him. His other hand was dabbing at Barnaby’s forehead with a wet cloth. It felt amazing. It felt so amazing that Barnaby almost didn’t notice the shadowed expression on his boyfriend’s face.

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Ohmtoonz part 1

Hello! So I made this for a lovely anon that asked for Ohmtoonz. I’m not exactly sure if you had a prompt you particularly wanted me to do, so… sorry if you don’t like it? I tried, it was the first time I’ve written for this pairing.

The prompt that I used that wasn’t asked for; “someone walks by your table and drops a folded napkin in front of you, trying to be discreet. It is a note saying ‘Get out now. While you still can.’ ”

Amount of words: 1,289

Warnings! - violence, cursing (but not much). I’m sure there’s other things but I don’t know..

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Third person POV:

The restaurant was buzzing with energy, people talking; eating; rushing around. It was perfect, no one would see it coming. No one would notice the slight change, at least not until it was too late.

Ohm’s POV:

It was noon, meaning it was everyone’s lunch break, as I walked up to the doors of a new restaurant that had just opened days ago. According to plenty of people it was an amazing place to get a bite to eat, so I decided to go.

Walking through the doors I felt couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong, that I should leave now, but I pushed those thoughts away as a waitress walked up to me. “Hello, sir! How are you today? How many?” the girl said with a smile.

I smiled back while saying “Good, thanks. Table for one”

“Right this way” said the woman as she turned on her heel after grabbing a menu.

She was a few paces ahead of me, leading me to an empty table, when something caught my attention. Well more like someone. A man with a scar over his right eye who was wearing a red hoodie met my wandering gaze. The previous smile on his face dropped as he looked at me, but I ignored it and that foreboding feeling again.

“Here you are sir” the waitress’s voice rang out “what would you like to drink?”

“A cup of coffee please” I respond as I take a seat.

The woman nods, writing it down, “it’ll be right up”

I watch as the waitress walks away toward the kitchen area, before looking down at the menu. Taking in the different options, not really understanding everyone else’s excitement about this place. It seems like just another normal restaurant.

The waitress comes back shorty after, dropping off my coffee before having to rush off to help a different customer. I don’t really mind, gives me more time to think over my order.

As I continue to browse through the menu options I catch a glance of a red hoodie walk passed my table. I look up just in time to see a napkin fall in front of me. Noticing a bit of ink on it I pick it up to read it. ‘Get out now, while you still can’ it reads. That foreboding feeling coming back stronger than ever as I glance around at the people near me. Not seeing the hooded figure anywhere. Fear courses through my veins the longer I just sit there, so I do the one thing my mind is screaming at me to do. I get up and walk towards the counter, quickly paying for the coffee I got and rush out of the building.

Walking quickly I cross the street, not noticing I’m still clutching onto the napkin, and just as I get a safe distance away there was a ‘boom!’ The road shook and I ducked as people screamed running for safety. Looking back I see the building I was just in cover in flames, glass windows shattered, part of the roof crumbling. Fear nearly overwhelms me as someone suddenly grabs me, pulling me away from the scene. In my shock I don’t protest, letting the person lead me down several different roads until finally pulling me into an empty alleyway.

My brain seemed to catch back up at that moment and I ripped my hand from the person’s, man’s, grasp. Looking directly at him, I take notice of the same red hoodie and scarred face. I freeze as I realize that he was there too, he was the one that warned me.

“Well took you long enough” the man said smirking leaning against a wall, bringing his arms across his chest.

“Who- how- why-” I say unable to comprehend all of this.

His smirk just gets wider “Cartoonz, at your service!” he said while pushing himself off of the wall and giving a slight bow.

My breathing stops for a moment, as I recognize the name, the criminal that has been bombing seemingly random places. I shift slightly, feeling the urge to turn and run, but Cartoonz was faster. Suddenly I was pressed up against the wall beside me, my arms above my head, unable to get away.

“Sorry, bunny. Can’t let you run off now that you’ve seen my face” Cartoonz says with an almost insane smile

Trying to stomp out the fear I feel I ask “bunny?” my voice coming out more steady than I thought it could in this type of situation.

Cartoonz eye seemed to light up “yeah! You’re a bunny! Look at you, you’re cute and small and fragile! Also quick to run from danger”

I swallow nervously as he moves his faces closer to mine, nearly stopping breathing as he gets too close. Which seems to be the reaction he wanted as a smile made its way onto his face instead of his previous smirk.

“Aw.. is the little bunny nervous? Flustered? Am I getting a little too close for comfort, my little bunny?” Cartoonz asks teasingly, pressing himself closer to my body.

Panic races through me and I try to think of a way out of this, but nothing comes to mind. After not responding for awhile, still trapped in this damn position, he pulls away slightly. I nearly give a sigh of relief, but any relief I felt was crushed as he spoke again.

“Well, bunny, what should I do with you? I can’t let you go, you’ll just go run to the cops. And that’s not allowed”

“I wouldn’t.” I try to say, hoping I would get out of this encounter alive and well.

All I get in response is Cartoonz humming to himself, like he’s thinking about it. “Nah, too risky. But I don’t want to kill you. After all why give you that note if I was just going to kill you later? No..” an insane look shines in his eye “you’re going to come with me”

I could feel the fear and panic radiating from myself, “no..” I helplessly say tears coming to my eyes as I panic more, for the first time I try to struggle out of his hold.

His grip on my hands just gets tighter, a frown making it’s way onto his face before changing to pure anger. Raising the one arm, that wasn’t holding onto me, he brings it back before punching me. I could hear a bone break and my cry of pain, blood flowing from my now broken nose. Something changed again in Cartoonz as he suddenly dropped my arms and pulled me close to him. I was shaking, fearing that if I tried to get away I would just get hurt again. So I just stayed there as he rubbed circles on my back and blood stained his already red hoodie. After awhile he pulled me away from him, taking my face into his hand and turned it so he could see the damage. Tears fell from my eyes as I stared anywhere but at him, my breathing shallow. I didn’t look at him directly until he jerked my face towards him, almost like a warning. Meeting his gaze I flinch back and the anger in his eye, closing my eyes waiting for something to happen. But all I’m met with is a small sigh, peaking one eye open I look at Cartoonz again. Black dots dancing across my vision as I tried to focus on his face, I could feel myself getting light headed. Obviously the panic and blood loss starting to affect me. The last thing I see is a slight expression of concern on Cartoonz face as I lose consciousness.

you know what i want out of rebels? pixar-style gag reels.

insp.

  • Ezra making the lightsaber noises in every. fucking. duel. EVERY ONE OF THEM.
  • Hera’s French accent occasionally slipping into her lines.
  • Kanan putting on the most gloriously fake French accent you will ever hear and making Hera crack up on camera.
  • he does it in the scenes with Cham Syndulla. Cham is trying very hard to maintain his Serious Freedom Fighter persona. Cham is failing.
  • the Grand Inquisitor playing around with his spinny lightsaber prop and then hitting himself in the face with it. somewhere off-stage you can hear the prop guy’s screams of NO WHY.
  • the Inquisitors on those wire things attached to their lightsabers trying to make like Peter Pan and fly.
  • “Sabine why are you making out with her that’s not in the script” “I’m improving the script!!” and Ahsoka gives a thumbs-up from where she is
  • Ezra puts his helmet on and it now has a sparkly pink bow on top of it. he puts up a fuss when people tell him he has to get rid of the bow
  • Zeb and Kallus in the middle of a fight and Zeb accidentally punches Kallus in the face for real and next thing you know it’s like “HOLY SHIT dude you ok??? oh my god I’m so sorry”
  • five minutes of Vader tripping over his cape and banging into walls and doorframes bc “I CAN’T SEE SHIT IN THIS HELMET, AGH, CAN’T I TAKE IT OFF” “NO
  • Tarkin walking around in comfortable pink bunny slippers
  • Sabine and Ezra making “pew pew” noises whenever they get into a firefight
  • Anakin in the Force vision in the Temple going “ooooooo Ahsokaaaaaa ooooooooo come to the dark siiiiiide we have cookiiiiiies” and Ahsoka doubling over laughing at him
  • one of those incredibly important Rebellion meetings, and then Kanan turns to leave and someone has stuck KICK ME to his back
  • Sabine spray-paints something and leaves, and then the camera pans up to reveal, like, THE EMPEROR SUCKS instead of the Rebellion starbird. the Stormtroopers give dramatically horrified gasps
  • Rex and Ahsoka performing acrobatic stunts and going STILL GOT IT. Anakin scoffs, tries to backflip to prove he’s still got it, forgets he’s in full Vader armor and crashes hard
  • Chopper keeps being told not to hit people, keeps actually hitting people. especially in the lower areas.
  • Obi-wan wanders onto the set decked out in full Jedi get-up with a lightsaber and a cup of Starbucks coffee like “hey guys”, cut to Maul shoving Anakin in full Vader get-up at him before running away
  • Stormtroopers taking selfies in the middle of takes
  • a firefight where Sabine is making finger guns at an enemy instead
  • Ezra covered in animals, having the time of his life, saying in a muffled voice “I’m gonna die happy”
Latest & Greatest Sherlollilist Additions 04/15/17

Back To That Moment by afteriwake (Rated T, One-Shot) What Happens in the Aftermath series, HABD AO3 2017

Bravery & Comfort by afteriwake (Rated T, One-Shot) A Different Path series, HABD AO3 2017

The Comfort Of Bunnies by afteriwake (Rated K, One-Shot) HABD AO3 2017

The Franck Sonata by whirligigkat (Rated T, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) The Arts, Classical Music AU AO3 2017

Seeing the Light by Dreamin (Rated M, In Progress, Multi-Chapter) Demon!lock AO3 2017

Take Me Home by mrsfrankensteinwinchester (Rated T, One-Shot) Uni!lock tumblr 2017

What Made Sherlock Holmes Happy by springmagpies (Rated K, One-Shot) Married!lock, Parent!lock tumblr 2017

People: You can’t be autistic, you don’t look autistic

Me: Hates talking, can’t hold a decent conversation, talks really loud when she does talk, has manic episodes of excitement when infodumping, wears comfy clothes like hoodies and sweatpants, chews on her noise cancelling headphones’ cord, makes cat noises, makes random sounds, takes iPad everywhere to play stimmy games on, bounces legs up and down and chews on lip when upset, doesn’t look anybody in the eye, has a stuffed bunny comfort item, best friend is a 9 year old pet cat, flaps hands when pleased. 🤔