𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵.

// Apologies to the folks waiting on me. Life decided to throw 7 curveballs at me and I got to a pretty low point for a bit there. Doing a bit better now, but I’m at work for the next 2ish days. So replies may be slow till I’m home!

@softnpurrfect // Don’t be shyyy! I dont bite 🥰

@HEXRTTHROB //Is now a good time to confess I’ve wanted to plot something with you for ages on any of my accounts but have been too shy to say anything? >.>

// I just want to write. I want to escape the stresses of my real life for even a few hours and just be creative. I don’t want to vent, or talk, I just want to escape. I need to put my brain to work. I want angst, I want romance, I want a slow burn, heart break, I don’t care. Pure smut is getting horrendously boring and monotonous. It’s the same shit over and over. And having constant dropped RPs and ignored (on both accounts) is burning me out. I don’t mind pure smut on occasion, or after a good build up, but doing nothing but fucking 24/7 isn’t it for me. I’m down to plot, or just wing it. I’ll start, I don’t care. I just need something.

By the time he pushed open the door, the smell of whiskey, fried food, and old wood wrapped around him like something strangely comforting. Nobody looked up for more than a second before returning to their conversations. For once, he was grateful for that. He slid onto an empty stool near the far end of the bar, shoulders still tense beneath damp flannel as he rubbed rainwater from his brow. The bartender gave him a brief nod while drying off a glass. “What can I get ya?” He opened his mouth to answer, then paused longer than he meant to. Exhaustion clung to him so heavily it felt stitched beneath his fur. Finally, he looked down at the worn wood of the counter and gave a faint shrug. “Somethin’ strong.”

[SOLO] These are always open for responses! ————————— Rain streaked down the windows of his truck as he sat parked beneath the flickering lights of the campus garage, the engine still idling. Midnight had long since passed, yet he couldn’t bring himself to go back to his apartment. The city buzzed somewhere beyond the concrete walls—distant sirens, passing traffic, muffled music from parties he hadn’t had the energy to attend in months. His hands rested heavily against the steering wheel, roughened fingers tightening every so often like he was trying to ground himself in something real. Back home, life had been simple. Dirt roads. Open fields. Long evenings fixing fences with his father while the sun dipped gold behind the trees. He used to think leaving meant freedom, meant becoming something more than another small-town boy who never left county lines. Instead, the city swallowed him whole. Classes blurred into work shifts, work shifts blurred into sleepless nights, and somewhere in the middle of it all, he became someone who only existed to keep up. Everyone knew him as dependable. The guy who picked up extra hours without complaint. The one professors trusted. The friend who always answered the phone. Nobody noticed how badly he was starting to unravel beneath it. His apartment had become proof of it. Boots abandoned near the doorway. Unwashed laundry spilling over the edge of a chair. Energy drink cans crowding his desk beside assignments he kept promising himself he’d finish tomorrow. He hated looking at it because it reflected exactly how he felt inside—exhausted, disorganized, barely holding together. And every time things started slipping, he responded the same way; pushing harder. Like maybe if he worked himself hollow enough, he could outrun whatever emptiness had started settling in his chest. That night, after bombing an exam he’d studied weeks for, something in him finally cracked. Not loudly. Not dramatically. He’d simply walked out of the lecture hall, ignored the texts asking where he was, and driven aimlessly through unfamiliar city streets until skyscrapers gave way to quieter industrial roads on the edge of town. Eventually he parked beside an empty field tucked behind an old rail yard, the kind of place that reminded him faintly of home if he squinted hard enough. Rain tapped softly against the roof while he sat there staring out across the dark grass, jaw tight enough to ache. For the first time in a long while, nobody needed anything from him. No expectations. No deadlines. No one asking for another piece of him he didn’t know how to give anymore. He lowered his head against the steering wheel, fingers trembling faintly from exhaustion as a tired breath escaped his chest. He stayed like that for several seconds before quietly laughing to himself, though there wasn’t anything funny about it at all. “I don’t think I can keep doing this.” The words sat heavy in the silence. He didn’t want to go home, he couldn’t stomach the thought of those four cramped apartment walls waiting for him again. So instead, he drove. The city lights blurred against rain-slick streets as he wandered without direction until an old neon beer sign caught his attention through the storm. The bar sat tucked between a pawn shop and a closed laundromat, the kind of worn-down place most students overlooked in favor of louder crowds and cheaper drinks. He parked near the curb and sat there for a moment, staring through the windshield at the warm amber glow spilling from the windows. Country music hummed faintly through the walls whenever the door opened, accompanied by bursts of tired laughter and clinking glasses. Familiar. Grounding, almost. With a slow exhale, he grabbed his jacket and stepped out into the rain. Water soaked through the shoulders almost immediately as he crossed the sidewalk, boots heavy against wet pavement. ——->

i’m obsessed with you. i can’t stop thinking about you.

if someone asks me about the beautiful moments of my life, i will tell the story of meeting you.

like two halves of the same soul, we are no strangers ; you are my best friend.

don’t look at me with those pretty eyes, I’m gonna forget how to speak

╔═══*.·:·.✶✧ ✦    ✧✶.·:·.*═══╗ "𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝓎.~" ╚═══*.·:·.✶✧    ✦    ✧✶.·:·.*═══╝ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴛ & ʟɪᴛ ↰ —ᴵᴺᶠᴼ ᴮᴱᴸᴸᴼᵂ—↴

He slowly sat up, yanking the covers away. His eyes locked on her; full of love, admiration.. But a deep hunger bellowed just behind it. He inhaled slow before exhaling hard, a subtle growl followed as he reached, guiding a paw under her panties. Her squeezed her rear tight but only for a moment before sliding further, digits grazing over her moist slit. Dick twitched the moment he felt her, eyes closing to keep his composure. “Don’t stop.. But I need you to turn around, knees on either side of my head.. Panties off.” His voice was firm, lying back down, but not after giving her ass a gentle smack, “…I need a taste.”

@HEXRTTHROB He smelled SO, SO, SO gooooood, oh gosh. . .puppy's thighs squeezed together with a muffled, huffy little moan against her lover's big, fuzzy orbs, tail swishin' against the covers. "...y-yourrrrs..." Gigi whimpered up at him, nuzzling his paw and licking the pre from his base.

Good morning. He’s got a bit of a problem he needs taken care of if he wants to go back to sleep.

His body stirred almost immediately, an audible groan rumbling in his throat as he felt her soft, warm lips. His dick twitched in response, oozing pre like a leaky faucet. His paw slid beneath the covers, cupping her cheek in his palm. “Good.. Girl..” He sleepily mumbled, voice rough and deep.

@HEXRTTHROB Wrffff, gosh! Hopefully he doesn't mind the light shuffling under those silky, cool sheets or the bit of pressure on his thighs, pup's gettin' nice and cozy down in her favorite spot! Soft, muffled little whines in the covers, followed by warm, drooly kisses on his base. . .~🧡

“Sounds perfect to me.” He answered, stunned but intrigued. He pulled out his phone, opening up his contacts and handing it over—hoping it wasn’t too forward. “Text me food ya like, and I’ll cook up somethin’ special. Take-out is too easy, and I got a lady to impress.” He chuckled with a wink, corny as he is, he took pride in his hospitality.

@HEXRTTHROB Okay now THAT surprised her! She's blushing now! "It's a pleasure to meet you too. . Well if you're offering, how about a dinner at yours~?" She said, teasing back with a smirk on her lips. "That way if you wanna keep drooling and staring at me, we'd at least be in private~."

Pretty bunny… 😍

Mason couldn’t help but chuckle, her demeanor was admirable. He reached down and gently took hold of the hand that poked his chest, his lips meeting her knuckles in a typical southern-charm greeting. He eased her hand right back where it was, finger poking his chest and all. “Pretty name for such a pretty gal. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Luna.” He paused, tail flicking before he smiled, “Depends, though. What would you like? I’m offerin’, and open to whatever you’d want, so long as I get to keep uh.. Starin’ and droolin’, as you say.~”

@HEXRTTHROB She got a little nervous, seeing him peer down at her with such a toothy smile, but she didn't let it show! "Of course you can! But what's in it for me, hmm~?" She teased back, sticking a finger in his chest as she smirked. "I'm glad you think so, big guy~. . My name's Luna~"

Poor fella didn’t even notice till she spoke, ears perked up with a soft grunt. He peered down at her, his signature toothy grin coming to life. “Huh..? Y’mean I can’t do both?” He teased. “Sorry, couldn’t help it, you’re just too darn pretty. Anywaaayy—” he cleared his throat, “Howdy, gorgeous. Name’s Mason.”

@HEXRTTHROB Awww~! Such a cute doggyyy~! Cue that caramel colored bunny walking up to him, having to look up just to make eye contact! (Curse these short bunny genes!) "Hey! Mutt! Are you gonna say hi, or are you just gonna stare and drool over me all day~?"

@LunarCottontail He most definitely does! So much so.. He’s been staring and day dreaming like some love-struck puppy! Even got his tail waggin’ up a storm.

@HEXRTTHROB Ohhh? Does he see something he likes? 🤭

—————————————————   𝘐 ' 𝘷 𝘦 𝘤 𝘩 𝘢 𝘯 𝘨 𝘦 𝘥 𝘧 𝘰 𝘳 𝘵 𝘩 𝘦 𝘣 𝘦 𝘵 𝘵 𝘦 𝘳  ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ '*•.¸ 🤎 🤎 ¸.•*'  ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ  ㅤㅤ𝘏 𝘢 𝘷 𝘦 𝘺 𝘰 𝘶 ? —————————————————

That’s a perfect way to start his morning, even if he lost a little sleep.. This was well worth it. That blanket was now on the floor, not wanting it to obstruct his view of that perfect ass bouncing against his abdomen. Big hands reached and grasped those hips, sending his own right back against him. Dick so deep it made his toes curl and eyes roll back, moaning and groaning to each drop of those hips.

@HEXRTTHROB What if the big mutt's got. . sumn' VERY warm, tight n' wet squeezing his dick already? Blanket's moving up & down. . soft, sloppy 'plap plap' sounds mixed with the ol' rodent's whimpers. He's throwin' it back in a reverse-cowgirl! Or whatever this pose is called. .