#amberallure

Oh the cute youtube cat! Her friend stole rabbit ‘chocolate’ and they summon clown demons- unwittingly- to get troll fat its a cute few twists too- i cam find the link if you dont already know all this lmao sorry might be late to the update

Upon hearing this statement, for a split second Mattie’s pupils became silted and more animalistic as they often did when something or someone made her angry. However she quickly regained her composure and proceeded to answer the anonymous individual’s question.

“Well, my dear Anon, I would like to start out by saying that it’s very rude to judge someone by their outward appearance, and in my opinion he is NOT creepy or gross.” He was a little…slimy…but he couldn’t help that. Given the nature of his mutation.

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amberallure

“Well met by moonlight” has to be my fav. It’s so friggen *spot on* with it- and the passion! It Builds, it flows, the PAUSE when she lets her tongue explore and he just JUMPS her, pinning….*swoon* ah yes

Not gonna lie, when I need inspiration or something to start me up, I go back and read that scene because I just feel it worked out so well. I’m so guilty of going back and rereading my own stuff, it’s embarrassing. 

God, I still need to write that Alternate POV fanfic of that scene from Bog’s POV - boy was freaking out when he first felt her tongue. 

A grin splayed across Toad’s face, entertained. Sabertooth usually just snarled when he was feeling cheeky; this girl was something different. He feigned offense at her words, hand splaying across his collar bone as webbed fingers spread before she lunged, eyes narrowing as he acted on instinct burned into his mind and body through years of abuse, training, and experience.

He forgot the girl was there- forgot that this woman was just trying to protect her own. All he saw was her quick motions, his muscular frame moving in response, dropping his stance to bent knees, lowered and jerking his frame upwards using the strength of his legs as she moved closer. Hand rising to catch just below her jaw, coming from below as she moved forwards to avoid her fangs- aiming to grasp her throat, squeeze, but nothing more than to restrain the woman. Maybe he’d miscalculate, maybe he’d accidentally end up mushing his palm into her fangs- but from what he could see, he was fairly confident in his actions.

She was caught off guard, surprisingly, by his quick reaction. Normally she was quicker than her targets. The fact that he was quicker was unnerving. It made him even more of a threat than she’d previously thought, she’d have to keep an eye on him. It connected, painfully, nearly causing her to bite her tongue. She didn’t fight in his grip. No need to frighten her daughter more. Or give him a reason to attack her.

Anger bloomed over his face, lofting a finger towards her in preparation for accusation. That cheating-Toad froze in his stance, seemingly unable to get his usually sharp mind to work for him. Moments ticked by, holding that position as he tried to comprehend her words. Each second that passed caused his frame to slowly lose his posture, jaw going from grit to slack, pointed finger lilting at the palm.

HE was a dad? Him? One of Magneto’s greatest assassins- the one who’d been the main cause of the incident to occur. The man who’d literally squashed men beneath his feet. The individual who could simply narrow his eyes and send the newer recruits running for the hills- a father? Thousands of thoughts burst into his mind just as quickly as it had gone empty, fast enough that he couldn’t seem able to grasp a single one as it flew by.

However, the moment the first two emotions passed, a sort of…..joy crept in. Blank expression soon tinged with disbelieving delight, frame slumping to plop his rear on the training mat and stare at his shoes. A baby. She was- no, THEY were- going to have a baby. A little him….a little her….what if it was a girl? What if it was a boy?? Would he spoil them? Could he be strong enough to punish something he’d helped bring into the world? Would she be willing to change diapers if he agreed to stay up each night - insomnia really was a benefit in this case- with the little one?

….would she trust him to do that?

He seemed to dismiss the fact that the baby was *already born*.

“W-wot…..” he licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry. “Wot…..gender?” his mind had blanked out on him, trying to gather himself up by doing what he knew how to do- as questions, get answers, and he’d borrow a recruit to stomp on later.

She should have expected this reaction, especially given how long he was gone, but still she was surprised. She held up her hands ready to assure him that the child was in fact his and she was more than happy to do a DNA test if he’d like. Blessedly though her assurance that he was the father sunk in and he relaxed some. She was sure he wouldn’t have hurt her however she couldn’t give the same promise to whichever recruit had the misfortune of crossing his path.

“A baby girl,” she replied. “You should see her, she’s so beautiful. So, so beautiful, and strong. Good grief is she strong.”