#🥺 nicks face and his vulnerability

[winnie-the-monster]

[harrysfolklore]

please you write beautiful, so I have to ask you to make a imagine of harry and the reader where she and he write together sweet nothing like taylor and joe, thanks 🥺

sweet nothing

something lovey dovey for valentine’s day, i love you <3

MY PATREON | MASTERLIST

Your relationship was still a secret to the world.

They knew about you and Harry working together for his album, Harry's House, but they didn't know about the feelings that sparkled between the two of you, the shared kisses and intimate moments. They didn't know about your sweet nothings.

Sitting by the piano, with your writing journal and pen in hand, you reflected about you and Harry, about how last July you escaped from the busy life and the spotlights, and went away to your cottage in Wicklow, where you spend every second together, falling more and more for each other. You thought about how one night as you stargazed, he told you that your eyes reminded him of the tiny fireflies he used to watch growing up, and how you both promised that whenever life got overwhelming you'd always find home in each other.

I spy with my little tired eye Tiny as a firefly A pebble that we picked up last July Down deep inside your pocket We almost forgot it Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

The words came to your mind smoothly as you scribbled them down in your journal, during the last few months, you've found out that writing about Harry was the easiest thing in the world.

You were in love, and your songs reflected it.

"Busy there?" his soft voice made you turn you head towards the door, he was leaning against the frame with a relaxed smile and a fond look on his eyes, you couldn't help but melt at the sight, everything about him radiated comfort.

"Just writing songs," you said as you made room for him next to you on the piano's bench, he kissed the side of your face tenderly once he sat next to you before speaking again, "Love songs about me?" his cheeky remark made you let out a breathy laugh, he was right.

"What makes you think you're any good of a muse, Styles?" you decided to tease him, even though he had been your only muse for the last few months, just as you have been his.

"Baby, I'm a great muse! Stevie Nicks said it herself!" his words made you laugh again and you moved your hands to brush away a loose curl from his forehead, taking the opportunity to press your lips to his for a moment. You could never get enough of the other, and you cherished these moments when it was just you and him wrapped up in your little love bubble.

"Remember that poem I wrote on our way home from Wicklow?" you said after a few minutes of silence, with your head against his shoulder, "I do, you never showed it to me tho." his voice was soft and quiet, as if he didn't want to break the tender ambiance around you.

On the way home I wrote a poem You say, "what a mind" This happens all the time

"It is about how I find safe heaven by your side whenever life gets hard" you let yourself be vulnerable, at the end of the day, Harry was the one who taught you that being vulnerable was part of being human.

And Harry could only look at you in pure love and adoration, he felt so lucky that he found someone so honest and real, someone he was willing to protect and take care of.

"You're my safe heaven too, baby. Nothing else matters if I get to come home to you and your sweet nothings" he confessed, every single one of his words touching every fiber of your heart.

You stayed like that for a while, your head against his shoulder and his hand softly caressing your back, scribbling lyrics on your journal and playing soft melodies in the piano. The world outside was full of pushing and shoving, but as long as you got each other you would be alright.

They said the end is comin' Everyone's up to somethin' I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're push and shovin' You're in the kitchen hummin' All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

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[monstercampus]

Ellie help I have werewolf brain rot and Kirk has been living in my mind rent free the past few nights 😩 please tell me more about him, does he have a secret soft side or is being mean his love language and you know he cares about you if he's giving you a hard time? Why does he live in a dorm by himself? Where is he on the possessive scale? Honestly just tell me everything you know about him so I can simp to the best of my ability 🥺😫🙏

And actually while I'm here, anything about Elliott or Julian would also be tasty 👀👀👀 forgive me for the werewolf team fic altered my brain chemistry and I may never be the same

absolutely !! !!!!! i am at your mercy uwu <33 (this is mostly stream of consciousness so if u want more i am READY)

(cws: kirk being a sap + lore)

Kirk is very much that way--giving you a hard time is generally how he shows he cares about you. He's only truly mean to those he doesn't care about, and trust that there is a difference even when you get frustrated over his attitude in the beginning. He didn't grow up with a lot of love in his household so it's really not his area of expertise, he never really learned how to show it and only started experiencing affection when he joined the pack and made friends with all the other werewolves. Being snuggled, having his hair stroked instead of pulled, listening to his friends talk about him being handsome and smart even if he's got a shitty attitude.....it's weird to him. He doesn't hate it deep down, but he hates how it makes him feel vulnerable when he doesn't want to be.

'Vulnerable' is barely even in his vocabulary, which is why he comes at you with so much heat at first. He'd been hoping and praying that you two could boink, have a good time, and then you would pretend like it never happened so he wouldn't have to face any of those feelings he has when he looks at you. But when you don't, and when you're just so sweet, Kirk can't handle it and has to revert to what he knows: being a dick. Not nearly to the extent of how he is with other people, but just enough to keep you at arm's length in his constant fear that you're gonna end up making him feel like he isn't totally worthless. Because what would he do then? He's accepted the role of being an irredeemable, raging douchebag for pretty much all his life. He's got an attitude, his temper is awful, he doesn't consider himself that good-looking, he's got some of the worst grades out of the whole pack, he fixates on things and lets them consume all his thoughts, and he hasn't even got any palate to boot and will eat just about anything, even if it's on the verge of spoiling. He's total garbage and he's friends with a pack of people that couldn't be more perfect; Julian is incredibly charming, Portia's practically a genius, Nick is insanely handsome, Elliott is so gentle and really funny, Priam is a total sweetheart and Athos is the pinnacle of cool in his eyes. How could he even think of measuring up to all that, much less stick out among the rest and prove he's worth even a little bit of your love?

That may be the most frustrating part about Kirk--he can be the prickliest guy you know and he would die before he ever says those things out loud, but he seriously admires his friends and you yet he has little to no belief in himself. Granted, growing up he would've gotten his ass beat for showing that kind of weakness, so it's still deeply ingrained in him as an adult--especially since the pack are pretty much the first friends he's ever made on his own. And at his core, he's jealous. Jealous of them and their nice families, jealous of how well they all turned out despite going through their own struggles, jealous of how easy it is for them to be open when he's terrified of people finding out he's bi, jealous of you for being so brave and so beautiful in equal measure....so that's why the best thing he can do--in his own opinion of course--is to be your collective guard dog.

After all, Kirk isn't afraid to bite. His instincts are hard to control in his human form, could you even imagine how feral he can get when he's full wolf, or even just close to the full moon? If anything it's what he's good at; hunting, beating ass, and taking a punch. If he can't be as good as you and the others deserve, the least he can do is make sure that sweetness and the goodness of your souls isn't ever dominated by someone else. He'll spill blood, he doesn't care. He would even get suspended if it came to that, expelled, arrested, whatever it takes and he'll let the chips fall where they may. You'll know his love for you is real when he starts acting protective over you, not only when other people try to bother you but as far as your daily needs as well. Have you eaten properly? Are you thirsty? Do you need to sleep? When's the last time you stretched? He acts like it's a favour he's doing for you, like you're a little wolf that needs caring after, but in truth it settles his own self-doubts and makes him happier knowing that he's doing something for you--that he's taking care of you like a mate would, and when you smile at him or thank him for his help he just melts. He would do anything to keep hold of that smile.

.....Which is why he's got a plan in his head for after graduation. He and Nick are the oldest and thus are going to graduate first of all of you, so once that's over and done with he's got plans to start building a place for you all to properly call 'home'. It's nothing crazy--just a cabin in the woods--but if there's one thing he can confidently say he's good at it's woodworking, and he's sketched out the designs to make it everything you could ever want.

Personal rooms for you, him, and Portia who has trouble falling asleep when it's noisy. A big living room with enough sofas to fit you all. Polished oak walls like Julian grew up with and always wanted to see again. A bathtub big enough to fit Nicky's giant, muscly legs without spilling over. Tables and chairs to fit everyone and more, to fit all the family gatherings and maybe even the pups you might have one day. A garden out back where he'll plant those ugly little flowers Elliott loves. Trees and greenery around where they can run and hunt and play during the full moon, totally obscured by the rest of the world. A big fucking chandelier in the dining room to intimidate any friends you bring over that think they're hot enough shit to snatch you. It's gonna be perfect, it's gonna be the one thing he can say he's proud of in practically his whole life. It'll be a gift to all of you for putting up with his assholery for so damn long, for sticking with him even when he couldn't find a single reason why you should.

That's the kind of love Kirk shows. Words don't mean much to him--actions and acts of service are how he expresses his affections, because it's much simpler for him to put work into something he can touch and measure and paint rather than throw some flimsy words around and call it love. Plus, one of the reasons why he lives in his own dorm is because his downtime is incredibly important to him. Usually he would request a private one-bedroom apartment, but this year he was assigned roommates that he very quickly drove away with his annoying habits almost entirely on purpose. If he's not comfortable with someone, then like hell is he going to share an intimate living space with them--and after a long day he just needs time to be completely alone. He has to think, work on his projects, exercise, chew on something, and have no prying eyes around that will impede his progress in trying to figure out how the hell he can try to make himself worthy of being loved by you. A dumb, violent wolf reaching to grab the very moon from the sky.

[threadsun]

I freaking love wings man, they’re just so pretty and cute and thinking of the little habits Nick and Berry have with their wings makes me happy so I’m going to tell you about them. I’ll be talking about both of their preening habits and molting behavior, now let’s go!

Nick is very used to preening due to his old job. He had to look good for his clients and after a night with a client he spent a good few hours getting his feathers back in order. Once you’re his owner he doesn’t preen in front of you for a long time, but once you two have gotten close he doesn’t bother to hide it any more. Once he fully trusts you he’ll even let you help if you’d like, though he doesn’t see why you would. That’s not to say he doesn’t like it! He fucking loves how your fingers feel gently brushing through his feathers, he just doesn’t see what you get out of it

Berry is a different story. He used to bind his wings for 8-12 hour work days and would sometimes sleep like that because he was so tired once he got home. He’s not used to preening anymore and will spend days without doing it which is insane by bird standards. Nick is actually the one to bring this up to him, saying he’d probably be more comfortable if he didn’t always have his feathers in a twist. Berry also doesn’t like preening because it only shows him how many feathers he’s lost and how his wings have deformed. He hates his wings, both because they mean he’s a hybrid which means he can never have his dream job, and because of how “common” and “ugly” they are. Berry needs time and love to accept his wings, because even after his molt they’ll never fully heal

Speaking of molting

Both of them get really tired and grumpy when they’re going through their molt. A molt for birds is kinda like a yearly/bi yearly period so they both fucking hate it. Berry looks like he’s handling it better but he’s just used to working customer service so he’s very used to hiding his anger and pain behind his smile

Nick, not so much. He never snaps at anyone but he’s very quiet and has a bad case of resting bitch face. They’ll both spend most of their time in their rooms due to how vulnerable and gross they feel with most of their feathers gone. They both come out to grab food though, which thank god because these boys need protein if they want their new feathers to be any good

If they trust you enough they’ll let you help with their molt a bit but they still want to be left alone most of the time. Honestly it’s probably for the best that they stay in their rooms because of how many feathers they’re dropping through their molt and how protective they are of those feathers. Nick doesn’t care as much but Berry hordes all of his feathers and makes a nest in the corner of his room with them

“What? Your hoodie went missing? Come on master, you know how that mutt likes to steal your scent, go bother him instead” Cut to Berry cuddling up with your hoodie in his nest wishing he could just make his stubborn brain let him ask you to actually be in there with him

Oughhhh I love this!!! Barry deserves to be gently preened and loved and helped to accept his wings 🥺 even if he is a cute little hoodie thief :3c

And Nick not understanding why someone would want to preen him I'm !!! he deserves so much selfless love!!!

[killerbananas]

Hear me out- catboy!levi in heat for the first time

Catboy!Levi HCs

🔞 mdni | prompt | masterlist | afab!reader x catboy!Levi

Warnings: smut; monsterfucking, heat cycles, dubcon, panty sniffing, oral, cockwarming, creampie, objectification, thigh fucking, hint of breeding given the topic, jealousy/vulnerability, overstimulation, territoriality, Dom/sub tones, ??lmk

AN: Awww!! Yesss! Poor baby. Good thing you're there to help him right along! Fabulous topic, nonnie. Appreciate you 💖

🌺 He sleeps with your panties just about up his nose while you're gone, but prefers to have his face right at your cunt after he's filled you instead, unless you cockwarm him. Definitely wants the latter most because every time he comes through the nap from that aching need, he can just get right back at it. We're talking multiple times in a night. Not afraid to use your thighs either, but why waste that fertile seed?

🌺 He's very whiney in this state and so vulnerable. You have to treat him carefully or he'll feel rejected 🥺 He's quite territorial of you like this and doesn't want anyone else around you both, especially anyone posing as competition. He needs to be able to focus and fuck uninhibited or there will be ramifications when he finally gets his heated kitty brain in order, like tying you up and licking your cunt until you're the one reduced to whiney begging.

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[soemthingsparkly]

It’s funny you post that now (sorry you’re feeling so drained and on edge btw jaz <3) because Conrad has been occupying so much of my brain space lately. I was just thinking about him, because it’s storming here, and why do I just feel like he’d really hate storms? My mind can’t help but picture him being so scared of bad thunder and loud wind and power flickering and going out. I feel like he’s hated them since he was a kid, when he was left alone during a particularly bad one. Of course, he doesn’t want anyone to know this about him. He doesn’t want to appear “weak”. But sometimes, he might even have panic attacks. Conrad being Conrad tries to handle it all alone. I can see him at Nick’s house when one hits, terrified of the storm, but more terrified of being vulnerable. But Nick wouldn’t judge him for it, he’d blast loud music to drown out the sound and light candles and try and distract him with games or cheesy one liners. And Conrad’s never really had someone do that for him before.

🥺 I'm soft for this.

--

"Fuck," Conrad gasps when thunder cracks outside. He lurches and glares out the window, at the raging storm. "Fuck you," he says, rolling his shoulders. "Jeez."

The two are sat on Nick's bed, a pack of playing cards split between them.

Nick smiles, "You okay?"

Conrad shifts. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just storms are fucking stupid."

"Storms are... stupid?"

"It's your turn."

"No, I think I’d like to learn more about storms being stupid."

Conrad looks up and curls his lip at the boy. "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not," Nick laughs, until he realises that there is no humour on Conrad's face. "Hey, I really wasn't."

But he sees the way Congrad's jaw clenches. "Take your turn," Conrad prompts again and Nick takes a card from the draw pile. He slips it into his hand.

"I can't do anything, your turn."

Conrad tugs at his bottom lip with his thumb as he examines his hand. His fingers are hovering over one of the cards when the wind outside picks up. It throws a branch at Nick's window and Conrad springs to his feet.

He kicks Nick's bedside drawers and thumps back on the window. "God, just fuck off."

Nick stands. "Con?"

"I just can't fucking stand it. Like, we fucking get it, you're big and ruthless and you don't give a shit about anyone or anything because your a non-sentient piece of shit air pressure response, but what the fuck, just get over yourself, already. Man."

He slumps back onto the bed and gathers up the cards of his hand, which he'd launched when he'd jumped up to physically assault Nick's furniture.

Nick continues to stand and after a minute, Conrad glances up at him in distain. “What are you doing? Sit down. Let’s play.”

“Con, are you afraid 

Conrad snorts and shakes his head. “Yeah, I’m scared of a little wind,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Okay, Nick. Come on.”

Nick sits again and Conrad throws a card onto the discard pile. “Pick up two, boy,” Conrad says with a smirk. 

Instead, Nick places his hand face down on the bed. “Actually, I think I’m done with cards.” 

Conrad blinks before he frowns. He slumps and tosses his cards into the middle of the bed. “Oh, okay.”

“Let’s do something else,” Nick says, gathering up the cards and shuffling them into a neat pile. Conrad watches his hands work as he slides them back into the box and tucks the flap in.

“Okay, like what?”

“Dad said we could use the surround system. We could watch a movie?”

Conrad shrugs. “Sure, if that’s what you want.”

Lightening strikes outside, throwing flashing white light against the grey walls of Nick’s bedroom. The crack of thunder comes seconds later and Nick sees Conrad tense, his whole body clenched with stress.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep inhale through his nose.

“Sure, let’s watch a movie.”

--

The two go downstairs and Conrad throws himself into the sofa, yanking his phone out of his pocket and messing about online, while Nick draws the curtains.

They sift through the Danforth-Evan’s DVD collection and settle on Inception. As Conrad clicks through the credits and set-up, Nick makes hot chocolate for them and pours a bag of chips into a bowl. 

When he joins Conrad on the sofa, he puts the bowl between them and turns up the volume. Any sound from outside is drowned out by the intense surround system that Chad set up last week after an impromptu impulse buy.

As the movie unfolds, Nick gets lost in the drama. 

After about twenty minutes, he feels something on his hand and he almost flinches away. Instead, he glances down and sees Conrad’s little finger, hooking around his. The boy himself refuses to look away from the screen, his other hand a fist against his mouth.

Nick smiles and turns up his palm. 

Conrad slips his hand inside, curling his fingers around Nick’s. 

They forget about the storm.