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Hey look it’s your boyfriend

Robby doesn't mean to keep looking at you. That's what he tells himself. But you're in one of those tiny, pink dresses that Jack probably regrets letting you wear around company. Not that---no. Not allow. That's kinda fucked up.

But it's...clinging to your frame, and you're all bare thighs and easy smiles like you have no idea what you can do to a room. Robby keeps catching the curve of your hips when you walk, and the way you pull on the strap of your bra that doesn't seem to fit right.

But, like, it's not that he's noticing that. But it's easy to catch the way Jack's eyes follow you. Robby's sure he's an inch close to dragging somewhere where it's just the two of you.

And that's...okay. He's your husband. He's your obsessive as all hell husband. You and he have made Robby a semi-unwilling witness to his...consumption of you.

Yeah. That's Robby's excuse. It's not that he wants you.

Jack just makes it impossible not to imagine you that way.

"Robby, any reason my wife dancing with my kid in her arms so fascinating to you?"

Jack's already crowding you, broadly posessive. He might as well be licking his lips like you're a steak or something in reference to juicy food. You like it. You know exactly what you're doing. And that's fine! It's just that Robby has seen enough of Jack's whatever for you to almost have a name for it.

And now? Well, he still feels bad that his brain keeps filling in the relationship blanks no decent friend should be filling.

Like, he's...he's pretty sure Jack's bunched up that dress you're wearing to see the panties you're not.

You're not wearing, he means. Probably. There'd be an outline or something, right?

See? That's very gross, Robby feels sick, but Jack makes it too easy to imagine.

"Just...noticing what a good family you've got."

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Jack would be dirrrrrty too. Just saying the filthiest things about you while Robby whines from the chair. Then Jack probably looks Robby right in the eyes as you both finish, then asks Robby if he wants your mouth and when Robby says yes, because no fucking way he was going to deny getting something from you.

And then Jack has Robby beg him and you all find out something about yourselves.

rawme-price

Inspired by [this] lovely post by @on-a-lucky-tide

Thinking about ghost who, since you moved in together, has always had a preferred side of the bed.

He doesn't like sleeping next to the wall, as you've come to learn. The fist few nights he would grumble and push you further onto the bed before snuggling up to your back with a "my spot now, love. Comes with the relationship."

Not that you mind, of course. You like how it almost feels like he envelops you, tucked between the wall and simon.

It's not until you two stay at a hotel this unofficial rule you've decided ghost lives by is brought into question.

You don't think much of the bed being in the center of the space, it's a standard layout. So you pick a side arbitrarily, exhausted and wanted to pass out. Only to peek your eye's open to ghost looming over you, frowning "yer in the wrong spot. I go there."

Which....makes no sense. There's no wall, no nice space to hide in. The thought ghost had a designated place without the presence of a wall makes you question the entire rule itself!

Every place after that, you start taking greater note, until it huts you.

Ghost always sleeps on the side closest to the door.

In fact....ghost is always closest to the door. Manhandling you into a different seat at restaurants, or climbing over you on the sofa to claim "his spot".

A physical barrier between you and the entrance.

Ghost has been protecting you this whole time without you even realizing. He's been enveloping you in his form of safety. If someone were to enter with bad intentions, they'd reach him before you.

Ghost huffs in confusion when you cuddle him much tighter than usual that night, but indulges either way. He's just happy to keep one of the few good things in his life safe.

rawme-price

do u support furries or therians?

I love it when people express themselves in cool, weird ways! :3 anyways here's my fursona!!!

He is literally just me but with bangs I could never pull off irl( ￣▽￣)

tamamita

this is new

toskarin

I've been in talks with tumblr management to replace the website with my self

lancey-lance-963

Part 2 of Creature!Dennis

(Part of this post. CW; mild gore/injury) Jack’s not concerned when, one morning, Dennis doesn’t show up.

He goes outside and starts pouring the salt, waiting for the stilted walk of something still not-quite used to walking on only 2 legs. But nothing. Nothing but the keening yelp of foxes in the distance getting their last frolics in before the rise of the sun. “I’m going out there.” Jack mutters when he comes in, slinging his rifle around his back. “Dennis isn’t here.” “…is that something to investigate?” Pope asked, voice still gravelly from sleep where he was drinking a tin mug of coffee. “He’s been here a long time. Maybe he just moved on.” “I just want to check. If something got to Dennis it means something bigger than him is here. I just want to make sure.” So it was Jack and Pope- who’d insisted on going with- walking through the woods and listening. The fox yelps Jack thought were part of the pre-dawn chorus were sustained, mournful and pained, and the way the hairs on Jack’s neck rose made him veer off the road. “Jack?” Pope hissed, following him into the underbrush. “He’s over here.” “Then we should go-“ “-not before seeing what’s wrong.” Jack hissed back. The whines grew louder as they drew closer, but hushed as Jack’s lantern threw light across a clearing in the trees.

A pale figure was curled up on its side, curly locks tumbling down it’s neck and back like the hair on a dog’s back. One long, haunch-like leg was extended, and then Jack could see the teeth of the bear trap embedded in its skin.

“Jack… Pope…” Jack shuddered as its voice carried across the clearing, hopeful and whining like a trapped animal.

“Oh, I’m not- I’m not presentable, Jack, don’t look-“ Dennis wailed, trying to draw his legs into himself further but hissing at the painful pull of metal embedded in his skin. “Don’t- don’t move, Dennis, it’s okay-“ Jack tried, steeling his voice against his nerves as he knelt down. The blood was black and brackish like still water, slicking the metal with a sickening sheen.

“I-I don’t just show myself to any alpha around, Jack, you have to believe me! I’m a good omega, a proper one-“ Dennis blubbered, hiding his face behind a curtain of curls that looked more and more like a wild mane with each passing minute. “I won’t look, Dennis, I promise-“ “Pope can’t either!” He shrieked like a hawk, hoarse and ear-piercing as Pope’s heavy footsteps faltered behind Jack. “He won’t, he won’t, Dennis, I promise.” Jack said hurriedly, looking at Pope. They stared at each other before Pope finally huffed and turned his back to the two of them. “I promise, we… we’re gentlemen, Dennis, we don’t look at vulnerable omegas like that.”

A wet, gurgling croon made Jack shudder, fixing his gaze on the bear trap and fighting a full-body flinch as a long finger played with a curl by the shell of his ear. “Oh, I knew you would be. Such good alphas, takin’ good care of me..” Dennis giggled but it sounded faintly like a chittering call of the cicadas. Dennis’s blood was brackish and dark, oozing like mud during rain season. Jack gingerly slipped his fingers between the metal teeth of the trap. “I’m going to pry this open and then I need you to get up and go, alright?” Jack grunted, bracing himself. Dennis tensed next to him, ready to flee. “One, two, three-“

Jack opened the bear trap with a groan of springs and metal- as soon as Dennis was able to, he was up and lurching away from the trap with a speed that would have startled Jack if it weren’t for the perilous task in front of him. By the time Jack managed to set the trap Dennis was long gone, save for a low elk call that stretched a little too long.

Jack sighed and let his head hang for a minute while Pope quietly grabbed a stick and pushed it into the trigger for the trap, making sure it snapped shut again.

“I’m going to look around. You should get back before Robby gets worried.” Pope spoke quietly. Jack shrugged and got up with a low groan.

The walk back was quiet, like all of the animals had fallen silent to the thing walking free between the trees.

idliketochill

yearning for jalter

bluegiragi

study in the red keep.

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r0zeclawz

god adoptables really are the funniest fucking thing the more i think about them. imagine youre so excited to get a character and draw them so good with all your ocs but someone else wins the bid and proceeds to only do shitty ms paint drawings of them smoking fat joints

lowhitpointspuppyplagueharpylady

Noooo,, n-n... no, no no no, noooo..... can you? No, I-I don't think so, no, that, that can't be possible.

r0zeclawz

i tried once and thorns of dark force materialized agonizingly around my wrist

can-i-go-soon

My first post got flagged oops hopefully this one does better

strmdrem

hubby dead down gone

lmobiusl

I've been thinking about the Vampire Waterboy AU way too much, and I needed content of him so badly that I DECIDED TO MAKE SOME MYSELF 👅

So here, have a tiny silly comic with these cuties 💔

imblueker

Please continue making more vampire AU waterboy content this is so fucking awesome I love it (I'm just such a sucker for vamp au stuff, ha... sucker... amirite...cough)