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[jack-of-ash]

Mating Season

@stanleylovesswords Continued from here Esmer purred and crooned sweetly for him, rocking the sweet, affectionate man gently. "What's your name, Cher? I'm Esmer. Would you like to piggyback? That might make getting you home easier..." he suggested softly, nuzzling his hair gently.

[unrequitedloyalty]

@stanleylovesswords continue from here

Here he was, thinking he could change. But instead he found his love on the ground. The blood stinging his nose made him bite his tongue. The full moon was calling his other side but he couldn’t shift until he was sure that Stanley got home safe. He could hold back for his love’s sake.. it disgusted him that the scent of blood made him hungry.

“Shh. You’ll be okay.” He now had a reason to hunt some people tonight. His arms wrapped around the taller to comfort him. “We have to get you to the doctor.” He prayed that it wasn’t as bad as it looked and he didn’t want to risk it either. “As long as you’re alive I’m happy.”

[gastonsson-blog]

Sold

@stanleylovesswords

“YOUR MUSE SEES MINE BEING SOLD IN A BRUTAL SLAVER’S MARKET.”

Stanley didn’t know how he ended up at the slave market, all he knew was that was that he was horrified by the brutality and the condition of it. The stench was enough to drive men away, yet there was a crowd of people waiting to buy other humans. It was disturbing, to say the least. But what caught Stanley’s eye was a young teen with blonde hair. He looked like - Jesus Christ, that was Gaston’s son! How the hell did Gil end up being sold at a slave market!? He could wager a bet that the bastard sold his own son to pay some gambling debt (or something similar). It sickened him. 

What sickened him even more, however, was how there were men around him literally salivating as Gil was forced onto the stage to be auctioned off. Fuck. This poor kid was going to be sold to someone in this crowd like a fucking horse, and probably used and abused like a goddamned couch.

Not if Stanley had any say in it. 

Pushing his way to the front of the crowd to stand in front of the auctioneer, Stanley made sure his bids were the loudest and the highest among the sickos in the crowd. He needed to get Gil out of there. And he would willingly fight anyone who tried to stop him. His protective instincts taking over.

He could kill Gaston later.

Gil had done everything to convince Gaston not to sell him off to some slaver. Fought, cried, begged but all of his desperate attempts had fallen on deaf ears as his father dragged him off and passed him over once he got the price he wanted. It had been a couple of days since then and Gil’s throat was raw from yelling, begging anyone to let him go. Eventually, he’d gone quiet, crying silently as they’d waited for the day to sell him. He had always had some faith in Gaston. Even if he was a bad father, maybe he still cared just the smallest bit for Gil. But there was no doubt about how little Gaston cared anymore.

He was all but pushed out onto the stage, staring down at the floor. He couldn’t look at the crowd, scared that he might throw up then and there. He didn’t know what would happen to him once someone was named the highest bidder and he didn’t dare think about it. The only thing that convinced him to look up was the sound of a voice he recognised, immediately finding Stanley at the front of the crowd.

Stanley would help him. Stanley was there. Everything would be okay.

He wanted to go to him as soon as he saw him but even the slightest movement forwards had someone reaching out to yank him back into place. Tears had started to roll down his cheeks again, gaze not leaving the male for a moment as his body shook slightly with the sobs he forced himself to hold in.

“Stanley...” He whispered softly.

[foppotee]

"PUPPY!!!!!!" (Because Stan is a giant fucking dork)

@stanleylovesswords​ | Werewolf Starter Sentences (accepting)

That was, in LeFou’s opinion, exactly the opposite of the reaction he’d expected, or even hoped for. There was enough control there for that sort of reasoning, and what was more, there was enough to keep from turning Stanley into a meal that he’d regret for the rest of his life. But then, those human attachments tended to carry over more than they used to.

He wasn’t hugely intimidating, even in this form - fur that was similarly-coloured as his hair covered him, short and surprisingly not entirely rough to the touch (not that anyone really got close enough), and dark eyes that mirrored his human eyes impressively well were the closest thing to a ‘tell’ as to who, exactly, would have been standing there just a few hours prior. He wasn’t exactly a wolf, but certainly didn’t fall into the category of wolfman either. He was standing, but hunched, and his legs were more like a wolf’s than a man. Whether he especially liked it or not, his fingers were tipped with impressive claws, and in the long snout he’d grown, there were fangs that were just as lethal. 

He didn’t seem quite so dangerous when he let out a little grumble of a sound and practically shoved his head against Stanley’s stomach. It wasn’t even a reaction he’d expected from himself. But then, no one with one of those human attachments really tended to walk in when he wasn’t absolutely starving.

[temeraaires-blog]

[[ late-night texting continued from here ]]

stanleylovesswords answered:

[text] [sent 3:18AM]: Do you think Aliens say “I love you” or do you think they just send their loved ones telepathic dick pics?

[text] [sent 3:22AM]: Do aliens even HAVE dicks to send dick pics with??

[text] [sent 3:22AM] go to sleep stanley  😒 

[text] [sent 3:30AM] but aliens would have to have some way to reproduce right?? so like theyd need something 

[text] [sent 3:31AM] like those blue guys in avatar with the hair

[text] [sent 3:31AM] but then again cap kirk screwed everybody on trek so maybe its all meshy

[text] [sent 3:34AM] for interspecies sexting 

[text] [sent 3:35AM] asuming aliens have a sex drive like we do 

[nogoodnessimproveme-archive]

!!! !!! !!!

Send ’!!!’ For your muse to spray mine with a spray bottle

He had not expected the sudden spray of water that hit his face, and it elicited a snarl from Adam as he glanced down at Stanley.

“Why.” Was the only word he could manage at the moment.

[bolsteriing-blog]

are you kink-shaming me

[jack-of-ash]

Let's Hurt Tonight

@stanleylovesswords -- Esmer finally woke up an hour after his last wave of his heat, having kept his poor alpha on red-alert for the past day and a half. While he never broke down the way he had that first time, before he had been bonded (and even thinking of it now made him rediculously happy), he still clearly feared and was tormented by being in heat. Luckily, his alpha truly did seem to love him, and was patient and always willing to simply hold him while he sorted his mind out before getting on to the much more pleasant parts of satiating the omega. But now he was back to semi-normalcy, still in a nest on the floor, and in desperate need of a shower. He silently stood and walked to his bathroom, running a quick, cold shower to clean himself up.