text reads: “I don’t think I ever really learned how to be around other people correctly. Not in a way that felt real. Like I wasn’t putting on a performance.” Izzy scoffs at that, still absentmindedly tracing along the intricate embroidery of the sheets. He’s indulging Stede in another few moments of pillowtalk while he resurfaces from the haze of his orgasm. The room is dark, but with the curtains pulled back there’s the dim night pushing through to outline the shapes around them in a fuzzy gray-blue. “What does it matter?” Izzy responds. Stede frowns down at him. They’re laying side by side, Stede angled a bit higher. He’s turned on his side, cheek resting in his palm. Izzy shrugs, tries to come at it from an angle that won’t have Bonnet pouting. “You’ve got an idiotic amount of confidence in yourself. Why give a fuck?” “It makes sense that you wouldn’t understand,” Stede says. Gives a dramatic sigh that makes Izzy roll his eyes. “Anyway, I was going to give you a compliment. But since it doesn’t matter…” “I understand,” Izzy growls back. “I just don’t see why you would let it bother you. Just look at Edward. He’s as crazy as you. Not exactly a people pleaser either.” The blankets shift. Izzy is spreading his toes unconsciously. Stede’s hand, heavy and warm, reaches out to press into the roll of his waist, and Izzy lets it guide him closer. Hears Stede cooing into his temple before he kisses him there. It’s a long, steady pressure. Out of place but comforting all the same. Stede brushes the back of his hand across Izzy's throat.

"And look at you, little bird." Izzy stiffens. Sees a torrent of white feathers, bursting from the center of his vision and fluttering outward. An ivory bird nestled beneath the parted water at the bow of a boat. He feels the prick of feather quills, stuffed into a pillow. Spots the tawny brown caught in the teeth of hungry dogs. They fall away to starlings, dark and fluttering and free. Twisting masses thinking in tandem. Murmuration. One breaks away and makes for the sea. Another follows without hesitation. “Izzy?” he hears, somewhere closer. “Are you listening?” Stede is looking down at him, fingertips pressing into his skin. “I said… I don’t put on a performance when I’m around you. I’m just… me.” Somewhere else there’s birdsong, echoing back and forth. A mismatched flock. Rain and snow on ruffled feathers. A nest of warm bodies and joyful sounds. “Good,” Izzy hums and indulges Stede in a soft kiss. Somewhere a sparrow sings.

🖤 straight to my heart, as the crow flies 🖤

stizzy || fly home

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

another day another dog talking 🐕

come listen as i yap about little sailor izzy before reading "in the garden" by @sensationseekng.bsky.social and almost crying

[ #creaturetongue #creaturetube #edizzy #edward #izzy #fanfiction #podfic #ofmd ]

hello i am a dumb dog and i love you all and i am dropping this at your feet. please enjoy me giddily stumbling through this ridiculously cute fic by @florenceafter12.bsky.social mwah

#ofmd #edizzy #podfic #vtuber #creaturetongue #inventedlove

a cute cartoon drawing. a white dog and a smilodon are smooshing their noses together. the dog has a black bandana. the smilodon has a brown wrist cuff. there are hearts around them. they are besties.

🖤 yeah im good thx for asking 🖤

art by @tyebean.bsky.social

[ #fursona #feral #chibi #cute #furryart #smilodon #canine #creaturetongue #achilles #creature ]

Text: Edward had told him to shave. Izzy shivers as he reads the texts. When Edward got into these moods, it came with a thrill that crept along the razor thin edge of fear. face and cunt. want both your holes smooth and ready for daddy Yes Sir. xx good girl The room is cool. Edward hasn’t bothered to turn on the heat. He’s still fully dressed – tight t-shirt, leather pants, jacket, the whole kit. Izzy is sitting on the edge of Edward’s beaten down couch in nothing but lingerie. His prosthetic is off, his other thigh tilted upward with the added height of a jet black heel. A long stocking, dark and sheer, reaches the top of his thigh, held by a garter that clips to his panties. The bra fits awkwardly, cups curled inward around the firmer skin of his pecs. The pink-shine line of his scars peek out below the wire. He feels strange without his beard. He hasn’t shaved in years, and the burst of air with each of Edward’s movements rushes across his bare skin. Edward’s face is trimmed close, disappearing into the tumble of his hair. He’s standing in front of Izzy now, looking down at him as he pulls his own hair into a high ponytail. Izzy stares back quietly, trying to judge how this is going to go.

“You look pretty,” Edward finally rumbles, letting his hands fall. He reaches forward to grip Izzy’s chin lightly, turning his face side to side. “Very cute. The eyeliner looks nice.” Izzy feels a trickle of embarrassment slip thick down the inside of his chest. His eyes are outlined in a messy black. He’s not very decent at makeup, but it’s fine. Edward only really cares about seeing it run down his face. The hand leaves his chin and Izzy braces himself. Hears the cut of Edward’s hand through the air before he feels it connect. It lands true, catching the apple of his cheek sharp and hot. His head jerks, and Izzy hisses. “Did you forget something bitch?” “Thank you Daddy,” Izzy says quickly, overeager to fix his mistake. Edward huffs and connects his palm with Izzy’s face again, drawing a groan out of him. Izzy feels like he’s turning to water. The sting of his skin ripples outward, echoing long after Edward’s hand has settled back at his side. “I know you like getting slapped around you stupid whore. Don’t mess up on purpose, or it’ll be your cunt next.”

🖤 happiness is the same price as red-bottoms 🖤

edizzy nsfw || cw: object insertion, daddy kink, degradation

[ #edizzy #edwardteach #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

🖤 if you, if you'd just let me in
we could explore a different type of sin 🖤

stede nsfw || cw: trans stede, solo, panty sniffing

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

headshot art of a smilodon character with the 8-stripe pride flag colors surrounding her head and in her eyes. she is wearing a rainbow collar as well. her mouth is open with tongue lolling out and her eyes are surrounded by light blue.

🖤 that's when i superbloom 🖤

art by @alaethys.bsky.social

[ #creaturetongue #furry #achilles #hypno #queer #cute #feline #pride #smilodon #fursona ]

A reference sheet for an anthropomorphic smilodon. The character has brown markings with darker spots, and a white chest and stomach. She has speckles of light blue and blow eyeliner, as well as blue tips on her paws. She also has blue top surgery scars. She is standing up and is shown in two paws from the front and back. Her tail is short. Her hand paws are black.

🖤 But is it not a sort of genius
to cut always to the heart? 🖤

ref by @konekomyau.bsky.social

[ #creaturetongue #furry #achilles #chibi #cute #feline #smilodon #refsheet #anthro #fursona ]

Drawing of a white dog from the shoulders up in front of the lesbian pride flag colors. The dog also has the lesbian pride colors in their eyes in a hypnosis pattern, and on a necklace. Her mouth is open with her tongue hanging out. She had gold bottom fangs and gold eyeliner.

🩷🧡🤍

art by @alaethys.bsky.social

[ #creaturetongue #furry #creature #hypno #sapphic #cute #canine #pride #fursona ]

Drawing of a white dog from the shoulders up in front of the lesbian pride flag colors. The dog also has the lesbian pride colors in their eyes in a hypnosis pattern, and on a necklace. Her mouth is open with her tongue hanging out. She had gold bottom fangs and gold eyeliner.

🖤 love makes the world go round 🖤

art by @alaethys.bsky.social

[ #creaturetongue #furry #creature #hypno #sapphic #cute #canine #pride #fursona ]

black and white image of text over a tiger with its mouth open. the text reads: what a waste of my mouth filled with uncertain words when my teeth could be shaped around the curve of your thigh

a black and white image of text over a picture of a african wild dog with its mouth wide open but if you ever took a single word i said out of context i would want it to be when i told you that you look most beautiful with your face half masked by satiated hunger

🖤 stizzy || teeth and hunger 🖤

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #prose #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

a black and white image of text over a cut-out image of two sparrows. one sparrow is taking flight. the text reads: animals do not think "oh i am cold and it is because i'm full of sin it is a trial to test me it is something i could have avoided"

a black and white image of text over a picture of a sleeping dog. the text reads despite the heavy weight of this cold sin i am soothed by the horrific beauty of knowing my feral heart can hunger for you

🖤 stizzy || heavy 🖤

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #prose #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

He pulls him closer with an arm around his waist and Izzy wants to cry. Stede is murmuring, like he always does. Something about flowers. The first time this happened, Izzy had been ready to stab someone. There'd been a standoff that had ended with the two of them back to back, each struggling to stay propped up on their respective side of the twin bed. Izzy had woken up in the early morning absolutely surrounded by Stede -- one arm across his center, robe draped over his hip and thigh like a shared blanket. Hot breath puffing past his neck and cheek. His head had been fuzzy, the pressure of Stede both calming and warm along his bare waist. He laid there for an hour, soaking up the unfamiliar intimacy of Stede's touch. Tired mind shifting lazily through the stages of grief. This wasn't real – it was just him chasing after crumbs. Even so, it wasn't until Stede pressed deeper, pulled him closer, and slowly rolled the hard line of his cock into Izzy's ass, that he pulled away in shock and disgust with himself. Stede had slurred awake, peering up at him with half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks.

They hadn't spoken about it. But they did somehow keep picking inns that, at least according to Izzy, only had rooms with one bed available. "How unfortunate," Stede would say, climbing into bed, and Izzy would nod silent agreement before settling in beside him, only to find himself covered within the hour by Stede's sprawling limbs and sleep-heavy body. Sometimes Izzy was wrapped and cradled into the soft, furred skin of Stede's stomach and chest. Other times they would slot together like tulip petals, and Izzy would feel small and paper thin, Stede's heavy breathing passing through him rhythmically. Matching lungs and the indent of Stede's skin against his own. He has, against the odds, managed to allow himself to enjoy this. To swallow down the self loathing and accept this strange gift (or curse) that the universe has afforded him. Even if it is just a tease. Something he'll never really have.

So this time, Izzy decides to let Stede use him. It doesn't take much coaxing. He's already hard, and Izzy has spent mornings laying awake, holding Stede in his hand, the weight of his erection mapped into Izzy's mind -- Izzy's life lines memorizing the soft skin and small imperfections of Stede's arousal. He slowly releases Stede from his underwear. Guides him between his thighs, already slick and sensitive, mixing with sticky precum, and waits. Truthfully it's enough to just hold him, feeling the head of Stede's cock just barely there, and the weight behind it promising more. Izzy clenches around nothing and feels the telltale slickness on his thighs. Thinks about how fucked up this is, and feels another shiver of pleasure run through him at that. Stede's arm pulls him closer now and it's a slow, tentative roll of his hips that follows, and Izzy had to bite his lip to keep from gasping. The angle isn't perfect, but even just the sensation of Stede pressing into him is enough to spark something overwhelming in Izzy's brain.

🖤 how do you fix the damage? // how do you break the habit? 🖤

stizzy nsfw || cw: somno, dubcon, sad pathetic izzy

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

It’s a sparking, clenching sensation at the center of him. He gives a grunt and a low wail, teeth searching in that instinctual need for blood and flesh. His mind is a tunnel of white noise. Stede thinks he might have gone blind. That he’ll never see the light again. Adrenaline courses through him – if he were to fall apart in this instant it would be with his seed pumping into a willing bitch, and in this instant that’s enough for him. The chair he’s currently tied to creaks, but doesn’t give. Ropes circle his ankles and spread thighs, loop across his chest and upper arms, and thread between his wrists to keep his hands out of reach. In his lap, Izzy sits facing him, completely nude, whining as he chases the alpha’s mouth with his own. A quick jerk of Stede’s hips quiets him, knot tugging at the swollen entrance of his cunt and jostling his tiny cock between the heat of their bodies. Izzy grips at Stede’s shoulders to steady himself. Fights to keep from chasing after his bite as his hormones kick into overdrive. Stede snarls at the harsh tug of fingers in his hair. Edward pulls Stede’s head back, smirking at the way he snaps the air, eyes still not focused despite the way he snarls. His agitation earns Izzy another hard thrust that nearly knocks the omega over, and Edward can tell from the way they both suddenly stiffen that Stede is cumming again.

“Alpha… fuuuuck… bite… need it…” Izzy is trembling, eyes glassy, pawing at Stede’s shoulders pathetically. It’s enough to make Ed’s heart go kind of soft. The room smells like hazelnut and paper and salt, and it’s hard for him to tell what is coming from who. “Let me go Ed,” Stede says through clenched teeth, and the chair lets out a groan when he tugs at the ropes. “No biting. You said that yourself mate.” “Fuck what I said!” Stede says, anger bleeding into desperation. “I need to do it. I’m going to die if I don’t get my teeth on him Ed.” “Naw, I don’t think you will,” Ed hums, giving another hard tug. Stede’s scent glands pulse distress and arousal, sharp and salty, and Edward can practically hear Izzy gritting his teeth in response. “Next time I need to put a collar on you Stede. Or a fucking muzzle.” Another shudder ripples through Stede, making his legs shake, and Izzy gasps as a second load is emptied deep inside of him.

Edward can see his stomach is already starting to bulge, the firm muscle pushed outward by the glut of cum currently filling his omega womb. Edward raises an eyebrow. “Christ,” Edward says, then chuckles. “Maybe both then, if you’re so excited about it.” “Ed,” Izzy groans. He’s buried his face in the sweat-soaked hair on Stede’s chest, breathing deep to get as much of the Alpha’s scent as he can. His head is filled with ink spots scattered across a white ocean. His voice sounds ragged. “Please let him… fuuuuck… he’s… I’m…” “I’m not letting him do anything Iz,” Ed says, voice husky. “And you know why?” He leans over Stede’s shoulder now, hair brushing along the bare skin. Stede growls, but it fades into a whine. He doesn’t snap, turning his face instead to breathe heavy against Edward’s throat. Edward allows him, despite the hand still tangled in Stede’s blonde curls. Izzy’s eyes are shut, but he tilts his face upward on instinct, scenting and sensing Edward moving closer, lips lifting from Stede’s chest to brush light across Ed’s cheek.

“Because you belong to me,” Ed rumbles, and it’s enough to send Izzy shaking over the edge again, mouth opening in a choked-off wail. His legs grip tight around Stede’s thighs, cunt pulsing and milking the fat knot inside of him. Izzy’s cock twitches, a pathetic spurt of cum dribbling over the head and down the short shaft to where his balls are settled. Stede presses his face to Edward’s neck, yelping at the overstimulation and the fresh flood of seed that follows. It’s beginning to border on pain, but his knot is still thick and full, locking Izzy in place. Edward lets them ride it out, taking the chance to part his lips and taste the rolling waves of omega and alpha scent. Arousal and distress mingling freely in the air. “Aren’t you glad we found Stede, Iz? Finally an alpha pathetic enough to breed my omega for me.” There’s a sudden change in Stede’s scent, like burnt paper. Izzy whimpers in instinctual anxiety. Edward can feel Stede rumble in warning against his throat, but it’s choked off by a hard jerk of his head back to expose his face. He’s flushed, pupils blown wide, lips wet and slack. Edward looks down at him, warm and dominant, smiling closed-mouth.

🖤 pulled up on that booty // yeah we some pirates 🖤

steddyhands nsfw || cw: a/b/o, knotting, breeding

[ #edizzy #steddyhands #stedebonnet #edwardteach #izzyhands #omegaverse #knotting #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

A drawing of a white dog with its mouth wide open to show a large tongue and lots of teeth. The bottom fangs are gold. The dog is looking down at the viewer and there is a lot of drool.

i'll eat you whole i love you so 🖤🦷

art by maw_sharko676 on FA

[ #fursona #creaturetongue #creature #furryart #canine #teeth #fangs #vore #feral ]

What is the softest thing in the world? I think of the pink sky when I met you at the pier. The way you touch my arm when I try to turn away. Your eyelashes on my shoulder when we lay together. Your palm against mine in the dark. The space just above your thumb. Your eyes when you first wake up. Your voice when you ask me to come with you. How you smile when I say yes. I think of bread pressed into my shaking hand. The way you whisper when you’re scared of getting caught. Laughter when we make it through another day. Fresh raised marks along my back. Silent tears. Cradling your face in my hands. Our lips pressed together. How you breathe when you want more but don’t know how to ask. I think of ink being stabbed into my skin. Well worn leather. The give of bruised flesh. Your thumb against my tongue. Your hair around my wrist. Your fingers brushing my throat. The clouds in the evening, tinged pink. The softest thing in the world. Let it be me when I’m with you.

🖤 that i'd walk so far just to take // the injury of finally knowing you 🖤

edizzy || softness

[ #edizzy #edwardteach #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

Light is scarce. Izzy’s head is stuffed with gauze, white and shining as the moon outside the window. The hand around his throat is familiar, but different. A palmful of fur. Hot breath across his face. It fills his mouth. He wants to be okay. He’s not scared of death, even when it pants wetly in his face. “Help me,” Edward says, and it’s not quite Edward. Still dark eyes and brown skin. Still long hair in messy waves. Still strong shoulders and sharp jaw and the messy growth of his butchered beard. But his eyebrows are thick, twisted in agony, black and furred. His pointed fangs stretch the limits of his mouth, pulling his lips into a wide grimace that Izzy echoes with gritted teeth. “Help yourself,” Izzy groans, his own fingers meeting around Edward’s wrist. He realizes he’s naked when the drifting curtain of Edward’s robe brushes his bare stomach. “Or did your fucking pansy of a boyfriend tell you he didn’t like it?”

Edward snarls. His body jerks forward, lips meeting Izzy’s, and they kiss so hard and sudden that Izzy’s head slams against the wall. A kaleidoscope of light explodes in his vision, underpinned by the sharp tear of his lips across Edward’s hungry teeth. They both taste blood, and Edward shudders. “He doesn’t know?” Izzy whispers against Ed’s lips, and there’s a cruelty in it that turns Izzy’s stomach. “Never had the honor of seeing you like this?” With your hands around his throat? With his blood in your mouth? “I don’t want to be a monster,” Edward says. Izzy has heard it before. Has said it before, in fact. He knows it like a mantra. It twists inside his chest like a knife and inside his dreams like a balm. “But you are a monster,” Izzy growls back and Edward whines. “You’re a monster. That’s okay. It’s okay. Be a monster.”

Edward’s mouth stretches impossibly wide. A snake wrapping jaws around its prey. Saying, I will take you in to sustain myself, but I will not break you until you are in the softest parts of me. Until I can constrict with everything in me and shape you to myself as I shape myself to you. His teeth settle around Izzy’s face, tongue lolling to drape and press across his chin. Izzy stiffens, then settles. Lets his hand fall. Lets his arms go limp, the path of his fingertips brushing across Edward’s furred hips. The hand at his chest has grown cruel claws, and they dig into him so easily he almost doesn’t feel it. Surgical, right into the space where his heart should be. Hot breath from the deepest part of Edward rushes over Izzy. His mouth is so long. So full of teeth and poison and words. Izzy cannot close his eyes. Cannot stop looking at that place he will become. Behind him the moon bursts through the clouds. It highlights the shimmer of teeth. Izzy feels detached and grounded all at once. Anchored by the pressure points at his scalp, and grazing the soft pulsing skin of his throat.

Izzy hears a younger Edward, torn and bloody, laying on shore and reeking of death. Iron and rot. The hot salt of tears. “The moon is full. Don’t you know mate? That’s when everything happens.” Edward wraps a stretched hand around his waist. The heat of his erection bobs between them. Izzy can’t see it, but he feels the pointed tip slip between the spread of his thighs, filling the all seeing eye of his core. The triangle thrums in time with his pulse. He thinks he feels the robe flutter in pieces around him. Tattered streamers. Celebration. “Do it,” he speaks into the heated crosswind of Edward’s breath. And it could mean anything. The teeth are still there, surrounding him. A cavern. A fox trap. A wire hoop snared around his insides, pulling them out through his cunt. “What’s the worst that could happen?” Izzy says, long ago. “What’s the worst that will happen?” Edward replies, from somewhere else.

🖤 I want your quiet // your screaming and thrashing 🖤

edizzy nsfw || cw: blood, wounds, painful sex, whump

[ #edizzy #edwardteach #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

The night Stede and Edward fuck, after the party has died down and the fireworks have all fizzled out, and the witching hour paints the sky purple and navy, Izzy is sitting behind the wheel, makeup smeared and lips upturned. He sees Stede, draped in gold that billows outward as he moves across the deck. Izzy watches him hold the railing as he looks out at the sea. Watches the way he stands, motionless besides the wind-swept waves of gray-gold that surrounds him. Watches his face, jaw clenched before crumbling in on himself, chin to chest, hands covering his head as if he’s hiding. Or trying to disappear. Like something in the distance is chastising him, young and afraid. Izzy hesitates for just a moment, and then he's beside Stede, silent but present. The sounds he makes are unique and human and entirely his own. When Stede finally looks up, Izzy recognizes a grief shining out at him that he hasn't seen for a long, long time. The glimmer of a lighthouse covered in soot and sin.

"It gets easier," he mumbles. It’s gruff and almost covered by the ocean. "I don't want it to," Stede moans. He hiccups and threatens to curl inward again, and Izzy catches his arm. His thumb is already rubbing, soothing, into the side of Stede’s wrist, and then Stede is pressing into him and Izzy can't do anything but hold him and let him shake his way through it. He knows that once it's passed it will be easier. That life will go on. Not for that son of a bitch, but for Stede. And fr Edward. For the people that matter to him. And that’s more than he could have ever hoped for at any other point in his life. "I keep making mistakes," Stede mumbles into his shoulder, and Izzy wonders if he just means Ned. "Thing about mistakes is you got to live with them. Whether they were wrong or not. Thought you would know that by now you pampered twat."

Stede laughs dryly, then gives an ugly sniff. When he pulls back even the dim light can't hide his ruddy cheeks and swollen eyes. "I like your makeup," Stede says -- a peace offering. "And your singing. Complete surprise for me. You're changing." "Yeah well what else can I do?" Izzy says with a shrug. He leans into his wooden leg and focuses on the pressure. Of people supporting him. "We all are, I think." Stede reaches out. Runs a thumb across Izzy’s cheek, just below his eye. The smear of mascara that's painted there comes away on his skin as a dark circle on Stede's fingertips. Izzy stiffens. Stede hums softly and pushes a messy bit of hair behind Izzy’s ear. "Don’t change too much Israel," he says, and then he's turning away. Back towards his cabin. Back towards Edward, deep in sleep. Away from Izzy, standing in the dark, surrounded by the reminders of joy and pain and confusion that still litter the deck.

🖤 and i loved you a lot so // i became a soft glow 🖤

stizzy || after the party

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

Text reads: Stede is nude, sitting cross legged beside his bed and watching Izzy sleep. His arms are folded on the linens, head tilted to look up the length of Izzy’s body at his face, still slack and soft. He’s laying on his back, uncovered, settled into the cradle of a feather pillow. He’s covered in sweat, his dark hair scattered and messy with fluids. There’s a sticky shine along his cheeks and beard – the lingering indication of spittle and precum that coated his face the night before. Stede’s cock twitches at the memory. He readjusts on the floor, keeping his eyes on Izzy’s lips. “Izzy?” he hums. He shouldn’t wake him, he really shouldn’t. After how many times he bred him last night, it’s irresponsible of him as an Alpha to not let him rest. But Stede wants. He wants so badly he thinks he might simply combust, and then who would lead the crew? Izzy doesn’t respond. There’s a soft snore, and the twitch of his forehead, and then he’s back to stillness. Stede huffs, blond hair fluttering across his cheek. He reaches out a hand, slides it purposefully up Izzy’s thigh. The drag of hair tickles his palm, and Izzy’s muscles react to the touch, tensing and then stretching as Izzy rouses. He looks down at Stede with a deadpan expression, but doesn’t stop him when his pointer and thumb meet around the base of Izzy’s cock.

Text reads: “May I?” Stede asks, as if he isn’t already teasing a finger along just beneath Izzy’s glans. “Don’t you get tired of that thing?” Izzy groans, but Stede doesn’t miss the way his hands curl. Or the way his cock fills, the small length rising upward to peek just barely over the top of his loose fist. “Just fuck me if you’re horny. You’re wasting your time.” “Aren’t you out of your heat?” Stede asks, conversationally. He already knows the answer. Can smell it on Izzy as if it’s written across his chest in big bright letters. Stede takes pride in knowing the way Izzy feels without the exhausting frivolity of bullying the information out of the omega. It was a hard-earned skill, born of time and intimacy. “Or are you still aching for my seed, my sweet Israel?” “Oh my God shut the fuck up Bonnet.” He doesn't need to scent Izzy to understand that. Stede swallows down the alpha instinct to correct him and gives a squeeze to his cock instead.

Text reads: Izzy’s reaction is immediate – hips stuttering upward, thighs spreading to expose the sticky, soft lips of his cunt. They part slow to reveal a deep, dusky pink within. Stede recalls how they’d appeared just a few hours prior, coated a milky white. He leans in, breathes deep. Musk and sweat and the fading tang of heat muddle together at the top of his mouth. Stede follows the path of Izzy’s mound, breath ghosting over the wrinkled skin of his balls, to paint the dribble of salty pre at the tip of Izzy’s cock across his parted lips. Izzy’s gasps. Only the lingering submission of his heat keeps his hands at his sides, even as Stede pulls Izzy into his mouth with that firm, torturous suction he’s somehow perfected. Izzy’s toes curl. His thighs tense, and Stede’s hands run soothing along the insides, up into the seam of his groin, to rub circles into the sleep-baked skin. His lips reach the furred base of Izzy’s cock and he lingers, flexing the back of his tongue against the head. Izzy whimpers, a warm burst of flavor coating Stede’s mouth and filling the back of his throat.

Text reads: Stede breathes deeply through his nose and stays put. It’s no secret that Izzy’s racing thoughts all on their own are enough to push him over the edge. This wouldn’t be the first time the simple act of holding Israel inside him got Stede what he wanted. He peeks up through his long lashes and sees Izzy staring right back at him, flushed, a cycle of emotions playing across the creasing of his brow and the quick, panting breaths that part his wetted lips. They regard each other, and Stede can practically hear Izzy’s thoughts fighting with each other – bright and violent as startled birds. A wave of Izzy’s scent rolls over him. Another twitching gush of fluid coats his already spit-soaked mouth, settling in the curve of his rounded tongue and the ridges of his soft palate. “Is it good?” he sees Izzy whisper. Barely heard. Scented only in the faint perfume of want and need and love that mingles with Stede’s own. Stede reaches up, presses gently on one curled fist to coax it into his open hand. Izzy whines low in the back of his throat. Slowly his fingers unfurl, one by one. His palm is bared, exposed for only a moment before Stede is pressing it to his own, his vulnerable skin shielded by the scent and skin and power of his alpha.

🖤 i only threw this party for you 🖤

stizzy nsfw || you're perfect

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

A reference sheet for a canine fursona. She is a white german shepherd mix with pointed ears, blue eyes, gold pawpads, gold eyeliner, and gold bottom canines. There is a front and back pose for her anthro form, a feral form that says "size varies", and a headshot in the top right corner that is wearing a black bandanna with fangs on it. The info in the top left says "Creature. She/they. Shep Mix. Lesbian. Null Chest. Toothy smile."

here she is! a creature 🖤

ref sheet by imaginationforest on FA

[ #furry #fursona #refsheet #anthro #feral #canine #dog #sapphic #creature #creaturetongue ]

A partial fursuit (head, paws, and tail) of a white shepherd mix dog. She has gold eyeliner and gold pawpads, and gold lower canines. Her eyes are blue. Her teeth are very visible and realistic.

my wonderful creature suit made by @feraltigress.bsky.social

not home yet but she will be in my hands very soon. i'll make sure to do an unboxing 🎥

i can't wait to wear her to anthrocon. look at those teef!!!! 🦷🖤

[ #furry #fursona #fursuit #partial #canine #dog #creature #creaturetongue ]

a full color cartoon drawing of an anthropomorphic white german shepherd mix wearing a pink crop top and blue jean shorts. she has a gold tooth and her mouth open in a smile.

i think we all need more pubby in our lives

art by toonco17

[ #fursona #creaturetongue #creature #furryart #canine #anthro ]

a black and white cartoon drawing of a white german shepherd mix. their lower teeth are a light gray and she has her mouth open in a smile.

it's a doggy dog world

art by sourgoat

[ #fursona #creaturetongue #creature #furryart #canine ]

an anthropomorphic St. Bernard. They are kneeling and are tied up with blue ribbon. Their body is facing away from the viewer so their booty is out. they are looking over their shoulder bashfully at the viewer

🖤 i love everything about you 🖤

banjo by codybearbear on FA

[ #dog #fursona #banjo #canine #furry #truesona #shibari #dogfurry #comm #creaturetongue ]

text reads: There’s something about it that I can’t quite put my finger on. The way I wake up with you at the front of my mind. And how my chest flickers when I first see you, like finding someone in a crowd. Even when you’re the only one out, on the center of the ship, feet planted so firmly it’s as if we’re on land. I feel the waves leaping right behind my lungs and just above my heart. I want you to stand on my heart like you stand on deck. I want to feel the steady pressure. I want to know you’re there. I miss the way things grow. Plants don’t thrive on saltwater.

text reads: One night you lean in, a flash of soft pink and warm brown and fading black, closing the distance between us so quickly that I am halfway through a breath and take you in like oxygen. There is something awkward and strange and human about it. I’ve never thought much about what to do with my lips. How to position my tongue. The sounds I make, dying in the back of my throat, then coaxed upward once more by your hand against the back of my neck. They don’t really occur to me until they suddenly do, chaotic and overwhelming.

🖤 leave me breathless 🖤

stizzy || standing

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #prose #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

text that reads: Oh the things I love, how I tear them apart. Like a dog with something it adores, pulling at the threads until the entire thing unravels. Nipping at pilling fabric in little tugs and kisses. Sawing at tendons with teeth meant to protect. These things stay caught in molars. In the cavities. When I shred. When I swallow. Flowers linger. The taste sticks to the roof of my mouth. Meat becomes a part of the cacophony of salt and flesh. Gagged down with little regard for the taste. But flowers coat the spaces between teeth. The holes and crevices. Dandelion petals, small and bright and embarrassing.

text that reads: No one should ever know I eat soft things. Soft things that only bring me joy. Things I see and wish to consume. To make those beautiful things a part of me. I will gnaw the stems and bark. The thick, twisted things meant to support. I will smile and show the splinters between my canines. The blood from my gums. The sap caught in the corners of my lips. Oh the world is cruel to us all. Oh the world is so cruel to what it doesn’t enjoy. To trees with empty trunks and the things that live inside of them. To delicate wings and the joy that shifts beneath them. This is why I eat them with reverence. I am cruel just as the earth is cruel. Just as the soil chokes us back down into its wide maw, slow and torn apart bit by bit.

text that reads: Flowers stick in my teeth. They choke me. They do not come up, they only go down. They take root in my chest and stomach. I ache like something wicked, flowering within. They push past my eyes, filling the sockets. They hover in my vision, surrounding you. Surrounding the ocean. Surrounding the clouds and the sky and the earth and all the beautiful, important things. A gilded frame of mums and daisies, dancing and dancing.

🖤 i love you. always. forever. 🖤

stizzy || consumption

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #prose #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

Text reads: The ship is quiet. Everyone has scrambled off to pretend to work. Stede is standing with his hands behind his back, looking around the ship, taking in what has changed and what hasn’t. Edward is frowning, and Stede has suddenly lost the mad drive that pushed him all the way up to this edge. Instead there’s a gnawing at his chest and a fluttering in his head – the opposite way round. At the edge of the deck, just out of direct sun, there’s a wooden cage built up of pale sugarcane poles. Some have been chewed at, and the fibers shift in the constant breeze, catching Stede’s attention. Inside there’s a fat brown rabbit, staring serenely into nothingness, contemplating the universe with a twitching nose. “It’s a rabbit,” Edward offers, low and gruff. He wants it to sound like he thinks Stede is stupid. Like he wouldn’t know what a rabbit is. Like he’s too shortsighted and unobservant and selfish and pigheaded and indifferent to the feelings of others to realize what he’s been staring at for thirty seconds. Stede, in all his wisdom, forgoes any insult and takes it as an offering. “For… eating?” he asks, turning back to Edward. The way Edward immediately stiffens confuses Stede. He takes a step back without thinking and tries to pass it off as gaining his footing on the shifting boat. Leans into the clumsiness that’s become his constant undoing.

Text reads: Ed takes a deep breath, tries to unwind the knot of rope inside his chest that’s threatening to pull his organs into the fray of pinching fibers. “No… not eating.” “...companionship?” Stede tries again, careful to avoid the word that hangs between them. Edward ignores the question and walks over to the cage in long, solid strides that are swallowed by the sound of the ocean. Stede hurries along behind him, careful to keep his distance. Careful not to touch or presume. The rabbit looks up when they approach and shifts, greeting Edward happily at the cage's edge. He puts a finger through the wide spaces and is rewarded with sniffs and a lick. Stede has to hold his breath, unsure of how to react. “What if I let her out?” Edward murmurs, eyes not moving from their connection. The insistent tickle of whiskers and fur and lips at his fingertip, delicate and soft and breakable. She begins to rub her chin against his fingers, repetitive and soothing. “You think she’d take off running? Or stay with me?” “Well…,” Stede starts, then sighs. He kneels and watches the way the rabbit pulls back at his sudden closeness. She scans him with dark, curious eyes, and Stede can see the cream and lighter brown running beneath her throat, into the hidden, softer spots of her chest and stomach.

text reads: “I suppose it would depend on if she was scared,” he finally says. He raises his fingers to the bar, and she ever so slowly leans in to sniff, ears twitching. Edward is looking at him now – at the profile of Stede’s face. The way his brows draw together as he considers his words. The lifted hand at the cage, and the impatient tap of fingers against his thigh. “But I think, if she loves you, she’d come back. You’re her home and her safety. Animals don’t forget that.” There’s a thump as she turns away, uninterested in Stede now. She moves across the small expanse of her cage to the water bowl at the far end and drinks, her tuft of a tail wiggling at them. Stede looks up at Edward now. Can finally see his eyes, and his heart shakes a little in his chest. A rabbit can run very fast, but not for very long. “Yeah,” Edward says. Nods. Stede feels like he’s coming out of a trance. “Yeah.” Another pause. The sea smacks against the bow. Stede wonders when the taste of salt became so familiar. “Men aren’t rabbits though, mate.” He pushes himself to his feet, but Edward is already walking away.

🖤 the sand from your hair is blowin' in my eyes
blame it on the beach, grown men don't cry 🖤

gentlebeard || men and rabbits

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #edwardteach #gentlebeard #angst #ofmds2 #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

A small white anthropomorphic dog in a pirate costume sits on a little island made of cubes of land and water. There's a tree on the island, and a boat floating in the cube water.

🖤oh, a pirate's life, sounds just right 🖤☠️

art by @helshy on FA

[ #furry #furryart #pirate #creature #canine #fursona #creaturetongue #fursona ]

Izzy Hands stands with a bloodied sword in his hand, one arm behind him, flames and chaos bursting in the background. Just behind, a large white dog charges into battle alongside him, mouth and paws covered in blood. She is snarling. Izzy is composed, his eyeline off to the right of the image.

🖤 still here
with the ones i came with 🖤

art by EggyBOj on Twitter

[ #creature #creaturetongue #izzyhands #ofmd #blood #canine #ofmdart #izzy ]

text that reads: i think I'd prefer that -- to know we always end in acts of animalistic sin. that we reach a conclusion which can't be reasoned through. if you kill me, thank you for placing your hands upon me. a broken form of love. i hold it best i can. i place it to the right of my heart. a compartmentalization that impresses even myself. nothing good ever came from crying. nothing good ever came from me except us.

🖤 shivering, shaking, with your fire eyes my only heat 🖤

#creaturetongue #writing #edizzy