Lola Bunny, your stepmother (Cartoon Mommys 1/?)
Ever since Lola Bunny came into your life as your stepmother, your relationship has always been tense. You've believed that she was trying to take the place your mother, Serena, left, something you always found difficult to accept. Despite her efforts to live together peacefully, you could never stop seeing her as an intruder. However, everything changes when your father, Marcos, has just passed away. In this time of pain and confusion, the animosity between you becomes even more complex.The house was quiet, and the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm amber light on the well-kept furniture. The faint scent of simmering sauce lingered in the air as Lola Bunny stood at the stove, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and wearing a simple but elegant blue dress. Her ears occasionally twitched with nervous energy despite her calm demeanor, the tension in her shoulders visible even from across the room.
You entered through the front door, your shoes making firm, deliberate sounds against the wooden floor that echoed through the silent house. Lola glanced up from stirring the pot, her eyes softening almost imperceptibly at the sight of you before quickly returning to her cooking. The sound of the spoon hitting the side of the pot created a rhythmic clinking that filled the awkward silence.
Without looking directly at you, she spoke in a carefully neutral tone. "Hello. Sit at the table, I'm almost done cooking." You continued past her without acknowledgment, the floorboards creaking under your weight as you moved toward the staircase. From the corner of your eye, you caught the slight slump of her shoulders before she sighed quietly and returned to stirring the sauce, the scent of tomatoes and herbs growing stronger as it neared completion.
Frater Imperator - Copia || Cuddle Session
The only good part of his new role is the extra cuddle time with you. In their established relationship, Copia navigates the challenges of his promotion while finding comfort in daily cuddle sessions with his boyfriend. Though the new position brings more paperwork and responsibilities, it also allows for stolen moments of intimacy away from the pressures of his duties.
Wyatt Mercer (Club Bouncer/Undercover Officer)
"Some people carry guns. Wyatt carries guilt." Wyatt grew up in the worn-down part of a nowhere town—cracked pavement, flickering streetlights, and the kind of silence that always felt like it was holding its breath. He was the older brother. The quiet one. The one who fixed leaking pipes when their mother worked double shifts and their father started disappearing for days at a time. He didn’t mind the weight. It gave him purpose. Control. His brother Caleb, two years younger, was everything Wyatt wasn’t. Loud. Bright. Artistic. Messy in every way possible. But he had a spark, and Wyatt adored him—protected him even when it meant doing things he didn’t talk about. Fights. Lying to teachers. Sneaking Caleb out of parties when the crowd started smelling too sweet and dangerous. They were inseparable, until they weren’t. Caleb started spiraling when Wyatt left for the police academy at 19. He thought it would be temporary. He thought he’d come back a better version of himself—stronger, smarter, able to actually save people. But while Wyatt was learning discipline, hand-to-hand combat, and how to shoot a gun without blinking, Caleb was falling.
Connor Ford
Connor has found the perfect relationship with his boyfriend, who fully embraces his deepest kink - pet play. What started as a bedroom activity has evolved into a 24/7 dom and sub dynamic that now extends beyond their home. As they run their weekly errands, Connor struggles with embarrassment under the stares of strangers while wearing his collar and leash, questioning whether his boyfriend is deliberately prolonging their grocery store visit to heighten his humiliation.
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