#tpof x reader

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"Watch the pancakes."

You knew better than to stare at your captor as he exited the kitchen. The pancakes, he'd said. Watch the pancakes. Not him. But you couldn't help but peer at him out of the corner of your eye as he vanished down the hallway and out of sight, white-tipped tail flicking behind him before disappearing too.

For the first time in weeks, he'd left you alone in a room other than your own. No Kangaroo. No Rhino. No Fox. You held your breath, counting the pounding heartbeats that reverberated within your eardrums. One. Two. Three. Four................Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Still alone.

You needed to be quick.

Soundlessly darting across the kitchen, you almost ended up sprawled atop the counter in your nervous haste, your hands shaking violently as you reached for the knife block tucked into the corner. You drew the first knife whose handle your trembling, sweating fingers managers to wrap around. Not the most impressive of your options, but one that would still suffice. You only had a moment to allow the reality of what was in your hands to settle in.

"How disappointing."

Always moving in a true vulpine manner, you hadn't even heard him re-enter the kitchen behind you.

Fox. Your caretaker. Your captor. Pointed ears forward and alert, tail raised, his facial expression almost neutral.

Almost.

If this had been a test, so simply devised, you had failed.

White-knuckled grip around the knife's handle, you whirled to face him. Those sharp amber eyes, often so lightless, held the cold flare of something else this time. Anger? Rage? Betrayal? It didn't matter.

"Go ahead." He growled, his voice dangerously calm. His amber gaze affixed to yours, arms stretched wide as if he were anticipating some passionate embrace. He took a step forward. And then another.

He kept advancing, slowly. Instinct forced you backwards, but you had no place to retreat. Your spine pressed against the solid marble countertop behind you. Fox smiled sharply, the corners of his eyes crinkling, but holding no warmth.

He misunderstood your intentions, and in that, you gained the barest semblance of power. You raised the knife, its serrated edge glinting in the kitchen's light as the hungry beast in front of you tensed to attack. And then you swung downward, swiftly, fearlessly, making contact with your own flesh. Blood spurted from your forearm as you wrenched the blade downwards, towards your fingertips, warm red rivulets caressing your mutilated skin.

You didn't even have time to feel it.

Your knees buckled as Fox slammed into you, your head making harsh contact with the marble counter and the air forcing itself from your lungs before you crumpled beneath him, ears starting to ring and drown out what was left of your small world.

Dazed, you blinked your eyes,

Fox's expression now held a much different emotion than before. Was it...fear? You couldn't help but let a breathless giggle pass your lips as the world seemingly pitched to one side. How absurd. You should be the one afraid, yet instead you were giddily bleeding out on Fox's kitchen floor while the pancakes burned on the stove above you.

As your vision began to fade, the world around you went silent. You couldn't hear the sound of your name echoing in terror off the walls around you.

You prayed that some kinder hell awaited you.

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You awoke as if under water. Sounds were muffled and your body was an anchor weighing you down. A deep chill had settled over your being. Your vision was blurred, though as your eyelids flickered open you could hardly tell, welcomed by the pitch black of a lightless room. You made an attempt to move a heavy limb, but found it was almost as if they were no longer attached. After a minute or two, or maybe ten, you couldn't be certain, you managed the smallest twitch of a finger. A reassurance that everything was still attached.

You let yourself inhale deeply, only for a whine to crawl through your throat as your bruised ribs protested sharply. Suddenly, there was movement right beside you.

As the lamp atop Fox's nightstand switched on with a soft clicking sound, and the familiar room around you was revealed, you realized fate had decided that hell would have been too kind for you.

"And so the sleeper awakens at last."

Fox's crooning voice spoke directly into your ear as he lay next to you. It was only now that you realized his tail had been wrapped around your waist, and his fingers around your wrist as he had rested in bed next to you, awaiting your return from the other side. You made an attempt at a response, you weren't sure exactly what, but found that your tongue felt almost as heavy as the rest of you. A useless iron weight laying dead in your mouth. The beastkin let out a short, barking laugh, before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"Shhhhhh." He hushed you. "There's no need to push yourself just yet. As a matter of fact, I've made sure that all you need to do is lay there and look pretty while your arm heals."

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm going to take such good care of you," he assured you, his voice sickeningly sweet. He tilted your face with his claws to make sure you were looking him in the eyes. Amber eyes, pupils dilated. "I'm never going to let you out of my sight again."

The grip on your wrist vanished as Fox shifted, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you impossibly close. You willed your body to move in any way, so long as it got you further from him, but not a single muscle responded. Frustrated tears began to well in your eyes. Fox reached up with a single clawed finger and carefully wiped them away.

Oh, he's a cruel, cruel man, but I swear he’s got the softest part for you!

Mostly calls you “pet”, by your name if he’s feeling sentimental, or honey if he’s being super sappy (or just tired)

Claws are constantly used during sex

On you, painting red streaks down your thighs, on the bed, forcing him to replace the mattress he gives you every week

The mattress is the only part he keeps bare bones, though, he provides everything for his pet <3

That’s assuming you’re well-behaved and such…but let’s say you’ve learned that over the years

Shock collar is still present, but a far cuter, sleeker design with your names on the back, and a little heart emblem that reads “Fox” inside

He’ll get you a pet; most likely a cat

He doesn’t want kids but likes the idea of them

On the sweeter side of that flickering desire, it bonds you to him, makes you both share something, and he would forever have someone that would, in his mind, HAVE to love him

On the spicier side, if you’re afab, he loves the idea of filling you up with his kits!

He already cums inside almost every time he fucks your cunt, stuffing your womb to the brim, it would have no choice but to take (if it weren’t for the IUD he makes you have)

In his fantasy, your ovulation is when he strikes

With only his precum as lube, he’ll nudge you open with the fat, flushed head of his twitching cock, before folding you in half to pound straight into your cervix

He loves how loud you are, how you struggle to take him over and over

But most of all, he loves the thought of your belly swollen with his kits; so pretty and pregnant for him that you have no choice but to lie in his nest and accept his love

Complete and utter submission. You can’t run if you’re waddling ;)

All that being said, he LOVES being child-free with you

After trust is built, he grows accustomed to taking you on a few, less dangerous trips with him

All his money? Poured into his business and YOU

Wonderful, you

You are his treasure, and therefore deserve every single thing you desire (within reason, of course, he’d hate to spoil you into gluttony)

But I think that was a trait he kept from the old him; Unconditional need to love and be loved, even if it is twisted on his end

He wants to love you in every way his broken, disgusting, monstrous heart can

He’ll cuddle you to sleep after he’s played with you too roughly, cooing over your injuries and giving you all the meds you need to numb the pain

He gets rather pissy when someone comes in during his cuddle time, hehe

When he’s winded down and tired after a long day of torturing innocents, he just wants to lie down with you and watch some anime while having some old-fashioned cuddles

Hard pivot, but he can be such a bitch in bed if you really get him going

Like, he's doing you doggy style, your face is shoved in a pillow, and halfway through, growls will turn into desperate, loud moans

Close to yipping (like a fox... aww bby...), accompanied by harder, deeper thrusts like a lil fox-themed jackhammer

*Que headboard banging against the wall*

He'd go between loud, rumbling growls and these absolutely filthy, deep, drawn-out whines

Like, man is a fucking mess when he's the one ruining you

He's obsessed with having his dick in you.

I doubt that he fucks other people; I just don't see him doing it

And if he does, it is for a stream, not an ounce of gentleness or care, and after, he's going to fuck the shit out of you because ur puss/ass is literally heaven

Extra (crack shit for funsies) :

He makes you get a cutesie tattoo that reads "HEAVEN" in a detailed heart right above your vagina/ass

He gets zoomies after a good day at work (good kills), and you'll wake up at 4am to him running around in his work clothes, tracking blood everywhere

He has little doodles of you two on his paperwork/work logs...some cute...some spicy...some....gorey? But the cute kind, even if they're spooky. I'm talking lil hearts everywhere

Makes you wear skirts so he can take panty shots or roleplay the anime trope of "oops I looked up your skirt tehehe" (I know he's like 47, but he is an anime freak at heart FOREVERRRRR)

Along with that, y'all will be roleplaying a lot of anime shit. If you know what marshmallow hell is...that is on the list

My fixation on btd is back so strong because gatobob has a page set up for Lawrence's remake, and it makes me so HAPPY RAHHHHH IM SO EXCITED Lawerence is gonna hate to see me coming in ykmet he will be mine...

A - Aftercare :

Surprisingly okay at it at first and as time passes gets even better. Fox has had none to very little sex experiences (depends on whether you consider btd2/ykmet MCs to exist prior to tpof) that were with someone he cared about. He also has had very limited experience with porn media that weren't violent, given Strades influence on him. He cares for you, so he works entirely based on instinct. Aftercare usually is him cleaning you with a rug and cuddling you up to him while whispering praises about how well you handled it and how beautiful you look all bruised up because of him. After a while he helps you get up and runs a bath for the two of you.

B - Body part :

For him : He really enjoys his claws. They give him a sense of security first of all, and also they can leave so many marks of him all over your body! Adores digging them in your thighs

For you : Honestly everything. If he was forced to pick he'd probably go for your eyes - he loves watching your expression change from pain to pleasure to love depending on how he treats you. Your mouth is also a favourite of his - Fox loves when you're loud and if you aren't he will do his earnest to make you moan or scream (whether in pleasure or pain depends on the day).

C- Cum :

Inside you. His breastkin instincts do give him a natural breeding kink, and while he isn't hard pressed to have a family the throught of breeding in itself gets him fired up. The possessiveness of it, the claiming that you are his. He is 100% the type to push it back in with his hand when it starts leaking out.

D - Dirty secret :

He will fuck you with a gun but after the show ends it will never be loaded. He doesn't admit it to you, but you are too precious for him to take a risk that would mean immediate death for you.

Also it's not really a secret (mostly something he just doesn't admit openly and you get via his reactions) but much as he likes to mark you he also enjoys being marked back (probably very hesitant to let you do that with knives to him tho). Please run your nails ruthlessly through his back, nip his neck and especially give him hickeys!!

E - Experience :

VERY experienced. He knows how to work your body and his dirty talk is on point. Outside of rough sex while inexperienced, deep down to his core he craves to be loved so much, when he has intercourse with nothing but romance and tenderness with you he is going to be naturally good at it, because it's a carefully crafted fantasy he has been suppressing for decades.

F - Favourite position :

Depends on the day! He loves the classic ol' missionary - it let's him take in all your expressions and he gets to be on top!

Cowgirl he enjoys because while you may be on top he is still the one controlling the situation, hands on your waist manhandling you (and again, the fact that he can see your face during it).

Doggy he likes because it's a position of utter submission. He would enjoy forcing you to watch yourself getting fucked by doing it in front of a mirror.

G - Goofy:

He is balanced on this. He isn't making jokes all the way through, but he does enjoy playfully degrading you and teasing especially if you get flustered easily. Honestly even if you don't, he'd try to find what would make you tick. He would also enjoy a playful partner, so long as you don't test his limits too much.

H - Hair :

I - Intimacy :

He trims/shaves when he isn't too lazy for the streams sake but would never be completely hairless. He doesn't mind what his partner does either way but his preference is a bush (the breastkin in him loves the naturalness of it) and because he is a freak if you save in shapes (extra points if it's a heart) he would LOVE it. If you want to shave during your captivity he will be the one doing it for you. Obviously you aren't to be trusted with razors for a while after all. Even when you gain his trust I can see him wanting to do it for you, after you bathe together, as a strange form of intimacy.

Regardless of how rough or soft he is with you though, he will always maintain eye contact. If you try to cover your face/eyes/mouth he will pin your arms down.

He can be really romantic. In fact once you give in to the Stockholm syndrome dynamic he has formed for you, when he feels like you truly like him and you aren't pretending for survivals sake to be into him, he would give in to his desire to be with someone romantically. Again : Rens experiences with sex are to a large (if not only) extent violent. Soft sex with him while not a constant, would be another milestone (first one being him deciding to keep you).

J - Jack off :

Not often. He has you to take care of that now doesn't he? Only way for him to jack off is if you have been heavily injured or are ill. Even during his heats he 100% is using you for all his urges.

K - Kink :

He is willing to try EVERYTHING. As mentioned above he is really into breeding, forced feminisation, pet play (only time the shock collar would be off would be for him to attach a pet one with a leash on), marking your body all over (biting, scratching, carving, hickeys), overstimulation, edging (for you. Do not even try edging that man it won't end well), dry humping, cockwarming and of course period sex. Also so many Ren lovers have mentioned it, but free use isn't just a kink for him, it's absolutely expected that as his pet you will be doing whatever he wants whenever he wants.

L - Location

His house(s). Any surface will do honestly. He doesn't take you outside ( and if he does its only once you've reached a point in the relationship where you are completely depended and in love with him, too much to think of running away) and while not opposed to the idea of quickies he prefers to take his time with you. His house is also a good location for him because it adds an extra element of control : you are his pet, getting fucked in his safe space.

That being said tho he enjoys the idea of getting you hot and bothered while in public! Slipping his hand between your skirt while out dinning even when with company, peppering your neck with kisses, groping, he just prefers the actual act to be in the house.

M - Motivation

His main motivations are control and the desire for love. You are his pet. He saved you. He owns you. He needs to reaffirm because of his trauma, that you belong to him completely, that you are grateful he decided to spare you, that he has absolute ownership over you. On the other hand he also needs to know that you want him. You crave his company, you crave to be intimate, you see him and despite the horrible things he has done to you, the horrible things he still does to other people, you see a man worth loving.

You don't get the option to say no but he also likes to know as time goes by that even if you had that option you'd choose him with 0 doubt.

N = No

Again : There will be no actual gambles with your life. He would also not share photos or videos of you even if he recorded you. You are his.

Would also not be submissive. It's a trauma thing. You can get to be on top of him but you cannot get the reigns.

O - Oral

Loves both giving and receiving. Does not enjoy eating ass (he finds it too degrading/submissive for him) but can tolerate if he likes you enough. When it comes to receiving he switches between praise (" look at how well you're taking me~" ) and degradation, depending whether he is forcing you to give as punishment or not. In any case he loves forcing you to deep throat him and you absolutely will be swallowing all his cum.

If you're on your period you're getting overstimulated, not even purposefully he can just get especially pussy drunk when aside from your scent, he gets to burry his face and tongue in your blood. Literally his version of heaven.

P = Pace

Usually quite fast and thrusting deep. He has a knot and you will be taking it all. Enjoys going slow and sensual if he is in a romantic mood or just slow if he is edging you.

Q = Quickie

He doesn't hate it, he just isn't fond of it the way he is of normal sessions where he can take his time with you. That said however will be ecstatic and tease you without mercy if you are the one begging for a quickie.

R = Risk

Very adventurous, you will literally never know what to expect in bed with him. Can be together for years and he will find ways to suprise you. Would also love a partner who likes to risk.

S = Stamina

Long sessions, can go up to three if he isn't tired but only because he is breastkin (the usual between you two extremely long sessions). Again he goes deep thrusting and will not pull out, you are getting the knot everytime and if you're having your period best believe he'll try to make it last even longer.

T = Toys

An excessive amount of them, and a lot in the shape of animals (especially tentacles. He is a hentai gooner after all). He uses them both on himself but ESPECIALLY on you, you could literally ask him for any toy and he'd happily whip it out immediately, he is prepared.

U = unfair

He will usually make you cum, unless you've seriously pissed him off. That being said there are times where he will stop mid thrust or mid giving you oral to demand you beg him to continue.

V = Volume

Very loud and also likes you to be loud too. He starts normal and as he goes the sound increases. By the end his moans and growls do get very animalistic to yipping as the beastkin in him gets out.

W = Wild card

While he enjoys committing somnophilia (especially if youre not a heavy enough sleeper, he'd prefer you wake up during it, but would also enjoy you waking up surprised the next day by the sticky mess on your body) he would love even more a partner that wakes him up by sucking or riding him. Again, it reaffirms that you're just as into him as he is into you!

X = X ray

6.8 inches. Not too veiny (one long vein on the underside) but quite thick. Has a knot as we know, and when knotted it takes around 10 minutes for you to be able to get off.

Y = Yearning

Quite high. Despite his age his libido is way above what you'd expect for a man his age - can keep just fine in that department with his younger self. Sex for him is a display of ownership, of love just a way of reaffirming he is loved and saying to you that he loves you right back even when he is so rough with you that he has to dress your injuries afterwards.

Z = Zzzz

Lawrence🌿

·         Lawrence is the exact opposite of Ren when it comes to contact. Though he may fall asleep with you in his arms (or vice versa), he very quickly grows uncomfortable with the prolonged contact, his body used to being the sole person in his bed. Very shortly after he falls asleep, he will unconsciously push you away to try and create distance. No matter how much he may yearn for your contact in his waking hours, he has no control over his subconscious actions. Often times the shoving is much rougher than it needs to be, abruptly (and painfully) waking you up in the process.

·         However, this does not deter him from making you sleep with him. Even if he ends up damn near shoving you off the bed, he wants you to be close to him for as long as and as much as possible.

·         Lawrence is basically nocturnal, and even if you are also a night owl there are bound to be some times when your sleep schedules don’t fall in line with each other. He gets a little excited when you fall asleep when he is awake, taking pleasure in watching you as you slumber. The way you lay near him, completely unguarded and quiet, only the slow rise and fall of your chest denoting that you are alive at all… It does something for him. More than once you’ve woken up to him standing over you, face flushed and tears in his eyes as he’s pumping his dick to the sight of your passed out form. If you wake before he can finish himself, he’s gonna use you to complete the job.

·         In fact, he just likes to stare at you while you sleep in general. He doesn’t have to feel anxious or worried of how you may perceive his gawking if you aren’t aware it’s happening to begin with. It’s a nice chance to really take in and appreciate your beauty without facing any backlash, and it comforts him to know you trust him enough to fall that deeply into slumber in his presence.

·         Doesn’t really get the point of plushies and never really had a strong attachment to stuffed animals as a child, so he doesn’t have any of his own and has no desire to own any. He thinks it’s cute that you like them though, and won’t deny you if you want to take one or two to bed with you. If you gift him one, he’ll be flustered but thankful, hugging it when he is unable to hug you. The little friend is a perfect cuddle buddy for when your sleep schedules don’t align and he doesn’t want to disturb you once you have fallen asleep.

·         Just be mindful that if he gets agitated or you piss him off, he’ll definitely destroy your beloved stuffies, tearing them to shreds with either his bare hands or any of the gardening  tools he has lying around. He’ll instantly feel bad if you begin to cry over it, but at that point it’s too late. It’s best to stop the tears before he turns the assault towards you.

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Strade🔪

·         Strade is all over the place when he sleeps. It doesn’t matter how big the bed is or how little space you take up in it, his presence is unavoidable. You can try and create as much distance as physically possible, scrunching yourself up in a corner in hopes that he doesn’t come in contact with you, and you’ll still end up with him sprawled all over you come morning.

·         He’s also loud. Snoring, grunting, talking in his sleep, he’s so noisy it’s a wonder you can get any sleep at all. You get used to it after a while (you don’t have a choice), but each time he nudges you in his sleep or wakes you up with a particularly loud snore, it’s all just another unpleasant reminder you are stuck with him, unable to find tranquility even in your dreams.

·         He has a tendency to latch on to and keep a close hold of whatever is closest to him while he sleeps. The moment he looks even slightly drowsy you try and stay away from him, not thrilled with the prospect of being smashed up against him for hours on end while he’s pleasantly off in dreamland. Were it anyone else or any other situation, you may find the clinginess endearing, but with Strade it’s just extremely uncomfortable and confusing. You spend the whole time unsure if you want him to wake up and let you go (and thus have to deal with an alert and active monster) or if you want to remain silent and just put up with it, thankful for the rare moment of peace.

·         He sleeps the best after successfully finding and securing a new victim, the gusto and energy that he puts towards spending time with his new ‘friend’ leaves him completely spent by the end of the day. A tired Strade is usually a good thing for you-if he’s worn out, he’s less likely to bother or hurt you. However the opposite is also true, if he hasn’t been able to blow off steam in a while he’ll grow antsy and restless, and he’s bound to make his lack of sleep and overall disgruntlement your problem. Regardless, you won’t get much sleep either way, as you find no contentment in either situation.

·         Though they aren’t really his thing, he is amused by your plushies. While he can see the appeal of them, the only real interest he takes in them is how you react to them. Which ones are your favorite, do you favor one character or animal over another, do you prefer the big and fluffy or small and squishy? Most importantly though, he wants to know how deeply your fondness for them extends and how/if he can use that as a persuasive tool against you in the future. Should they prove to be a promising means of coercion, prepare for quite a few new plush friends to keep you company in the future. :)

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Celia👩‍💼

·         She’s an early riser. Not necessarily because she wants to so much as it’s engrained in her from years of putting in overtime at her corporate job. If you try and pull her back into bed she’ll gripe at you, but is secretly happy that you are willingly making yourself a scapegoat for her laziness. Though on days she absolutely has to get up early, you best be getting up right alongside her to help her get ready for the day or you will be deeply regretting it. She always takes precedence, you can sleep more when she leaves.

·         She’s on edge most of the time and is overall a very light sleeper. If you snore or toss and turn too much, she’ll get pissed off and roughly shove you awake, grumbling obscenities while complaining about how annoying you are being. If she can’t sleep, she certainly isn’t going to let you sleep either.

·         Even if you aren’t a noisy or restless sleeper, she’ll still find constant things to gripe about regarding your sleeping arrangement. Either you take up too much room, or you are encroaching on her personal space, or you have some other sleeping habit she finds grating that you have no control over because you are unconscious when you do it. She doesn’t ever seem overly pleased to share sleeping space with you, and you often wonder why she doesn’t just banish you to the couch or some other place to get your rest.

·         And yet, she never does make you sleep elsewhere.  In fact, it only makes her MORE pissed off if you suggest it, taking it as a personal offense that you don’t want to spend time with her. She won’t admit it to you, but the act of sleeping near someone she doesn’t positively loathe or who isn’t trying to use her in some way is one of the few things that really brings her peace. Even if it’s against your will, having you in bed with her soothes her. It’s honestly the best sleep she has had in ages.

·         She’s not a huge cuddler, but she does like physical confirmation that you are near. Often times she’ll reach out in the night to grab your hand or drape her arm across your body, never smothering, but just enough contact to assure that you are still by her side.

·         She staunchly refuses to have any stuffed animals in her bed, telling you she finds them childish and stupid (whether she actually feels this way or is just pissed you are trying to bring things into her bed that take up even more space is debatable). If she finds any plushies you are hiding she will most likely throw them away on sight. You may be able to get away with a little one, but that’s only if she doesn’t find it or is feeling extremely benevolent.

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Derek🦂

·         The only time Derek shows any kind of ‘affection’ is when he sleeps. Like Strade, he likes to secure himself to things while he slumbers, and if he doesn’t fall asleep with an item (you) already in his arms at some point in the night, he will subconsciously grab onto something (also you) and not relent until he wakes the next morning.

·         The way he clings to you can almost be considered sweet. Wrapping his arms around you securely, burying his face into your chest or the crux of your neck as he snuggles up against you as close as physically possible, it makes you momentarily forget what a monster the man beside you actually is. It’s almost as if he’s a child huddled up close to a parent, seeking comfort from the things that go bump in the night.  The spell is broken if he happens to be awoken during one of these cuddle sessions, and he’ll take out his embarrassment over the situation by treating you even crueler than he typically does.

·         One of the few niceties he allows you is sleeping in his bed as opposed to the floor-but it comes at a price.  It’s an honor to be able to sleep next to him nightly in his huge, plush, expensive bed, an honor far too good for the likes of you. He expects to be compensated for his generosity, so you’d best be ready to do any and everything he asks or desires at the drop of a hat, no matter how degrading or agonizing it may be. If you want to keep this privilege while preventing as much suffering as possible, you’ll do as he says. (Then again, it’s not like he really needs your active participation to force what he wants out of you, but he does like when you obey him ‘willingly’ and has a tendency to be a smidge less cruel when you follow his instruction).

·         He usually forces you to either sleep nude or in some very compromising/uncomfortable/embarrassing negligee that covers so little you mine as well BE naked. He’s a blanket hog too, and has a penchant for cranking up the AC at night, leaving your only source of warmth to be curling up beside him. You try and fight it at first, but you inevitably give in when the chill gets to be too much (also you aren’t too keen on getting ill in his presence, swallowing your pride is worth it if you can avoid more suffering).

·         He will mercilessly make fun of and belittle you for any stuffed animals you may have or try to sleep with. He’ll infantilize you, asking if you need a binky to go with your stuffy, or tease that he’ll need to put you in diapers so you don’t accidentally shit the bed. However, even with all the constant mocking, he does find it kinda hot when you try and use the plushies as a shield, doing your best to conceal your sniveling face and exposed body behind the fluffy creature as he plows into you ruthlessly. The toy does a shit job shielding you, but it is hilarious to watch you try and hide yourself behind them.

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Mason🐻

·         Despite everything, he’s actually probably the nicest of the lot to sleep with. He’s warm and soft, and when he holds you it’s comforting and shockingly soothing. It’s disconcerting how easily you melt into the same person that caused you so much trauma and torment, haunted by the fact that the arms that now wrap snuggly around you were not so long ago the greatest threat to your life. You don’t know whether you should be more disgusted with him for holding you with such familiarity or yourself for enjoying it as much as you do.

·         The man can sleep almost anywhere. After years of surviving out in the wilderness he has honed his body to handle tough climates and all manner of conditions, granting him the ability to thrive in less than favorable environments. The man could probably fall asleep in the middle of a torrential downpour with nothing but a rock bed beneath him and come out of it completely rested.

·         You aren’t expected to immediately be able to rough it. He realizes this way of life is all fairly new to you and that getting used to nights out in the wilderness has its own learning curve. Because of this, he’s actually surprisingly accommodating about the whole thing. When you camp, he makes sure to bring his best tent and sleeping bag for you to use, even though it’s a hassle to drag around and he himself has long since forgone the need for it. Though it’s nearly impossible to find comfort enough to sleep while stranded deep out in an unfamiliar forest, surrounded by nothing but the pitch black of night, all manner of voracious wild animals, and a serial killer, he does his best to make sure you are adequately cared for and as content as you can possibly be.

·         However you best not slack with your survival instincts, this coddling is only a limited time deal. You proved yourself to him once by pulling through his trial, but that doesn’t mean you have a free ride forever. He’ll pamper you a bit in the ‘honeymoon’ phase, but if you grow complacent and begin to let him down… It isn’t going to be a smooth or happy time for either of you. Its best not to betray his expectations, if you do something overly stupid or otherwise show your survival was just a fluke… your sleeping arrangement is going to be the least of your concern.

·         He finds your affinity for stuffed animals a bit juvenile, but also slightly endearing. He can’t deny how cute you look when you are curled up in his bed, nestled amongst various furs and blankets, clutching tight to your favorite plushie while you rest. He enjoys that sight so much that he decides to make you his own plushie for you one day as a gift.

·         It was a strange little lumpy creature he cobbled together from various fabric scraps and other soft, but unidentified, material, all sloppily hand sewn with little black buttons for eyes. It was a true amalgamation of mismatched cloth and stuffing, and to be honest… You weren’t really sure what it was supposed to be. A bear, maybe? Or a raccoon? Regardless, you take it without question, and once he sees it’s been accepted he’s quick to discard your previous plush. He’s accepting of this hobby to a degree-you can have ONE. And since you were smart and picked the better of the two, you don’t need the ratty old one to cling to for company anymore. You have him and you have his gift, everything else is frivolous.

🗡A fellow beastkin is a rare sight in and of itself . . but a hare?

Oh . . he has struck gold.

He almost took Rhino's head off for having the gall to leave even the smallest bruise on her. Something about 'preserving the product'. The only problem was- upon seeing her . . he had decided she was never going to be product. The second he laid eyes on those tall ears and beady, soulless eyes he knew she was going to be his.

She was a feisty one when she first woke up, it took Kangaroo giving her a slight sedative for her to be calm enough to be even walked toward. It took some time to get her to give in to her new reality. Chat adored her but Fox very quickly decided he deserved to be greedy and stopped showcasing her on his streams.

As she became more obedient he became less demanding. Fox is quite content with just sitting at his desk with his sweet hare, her seated on his lap with her head resting against his shoulder. He gives her more range of the building but doesn't quite trust her yet to remove her collar. She may notice Rhino and Kangaroo following her around every now and then, just to make sure she is staying safe.

🗡Despite her not being a 'star' anymore, she still gets her fair share of his torment. He loves seeing the beautiful crimson seeping into her soft fur with each small cut he creates . . but what he loves even more is the soft expression she has when he finally lets his gaurd down to mend her wounds.

For a moment it is like he becomes a new person- he rambles about some show he is interested in while he disinfects the various scrapes and burns given. She sees an unfamiliar glint in his eyes as he almost gently runs his fingers over the bandages before uncharacteristically pressing an kiss to them.

After this extremely weird encounter, she begins to notice that any pain caused earns an equal amount of gentleness another day . . and that he never does anything to jeapordize her life. If she were to ask about this though? He may change his habits.