#SLOWLY MELTING INTO PUPPY MODE ]

[lunaetis]

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​─「エデン」─  the SOFT TOUCH atop her head caught her entirely off-guard, though the trailblazer made little to no movement to pull away from the pat he was giving. for a split second, she wondered if this was a kind of trick he might have up his sleeve ( something along the line of him pulling a coin from behind her ear. ) but, when nothing of sort followed, only gentle pat she could feel through her hair, eden couldn't help instinctively leaned into the touch and tilting her head a little. was she nuzzling to his hand ? maybe.

[qwimblenorrisstan]

Cuddling with 141 (+Roach!)

Summary: How I think Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost and Roach would cuddle + little blurbs.

Word Count: ~ 2.1k

Warnings: None!

A/N: wrote this at 2am😭 hope you enjoy <3

Requests are open!

Simon “Ghost” Riley 💀

- Tries his hardest to act tough and scary, but only because that’s how a Lieutenant is supposed to act. Or at least that’s what he thinks.

- Also isn’t sure how to cuddle, never saw his dad trying to do anything other than abuse his mom, and his brother was dead before he could ask him for any advice.

- As stiff as a board, has no idea what to do, just awkwardly sitting and glancing at you, increasingly concerned.

- Would eventually get the hang of it only after Johnny made fun of him for being so awful with it, did it just to spite his beloved Sergeant (also practiced cuddling with Johnny, obviously just for practice, nothing more.)

- Likes being the little spoon.

It had been one hell of a mission, 141 barely finding a safe house to rest in for a few hours and restock their weapons and ammo before having to move again. A few more hours, and though Simon knew he should be resting, he couldn’t get his brain off of alert mode, so he settled for watching the game on the telly, even if it was in Spanish. He was mostly fluent, anyway.

You had plopped down next to him after a few minutes, mumbling something about cleaning your gun, taking a rag to wipe it down and try to clear it out, your hands soon slipping down as your eyes dropped.

The other boys had gone off somewhere else in the safe house, probably to find a bed or secure it further like he should be doing right now, but for whatever reason, he couldn’t bring himself to stand up and shake you off.

You eventually went fully limp, head banging against his shoulder, somehow now waking you even then as you mumbled something, hand slipping towards your gun’s trigger. It was then that he moved, but not to get up, simply to gently pry the firearm from your hand as he clicked the safety on and let it drop to the floor.

The game blared in the background, but Simon was more focused on you, still leaning into him, and the fact that he was even entertaining this. His muscles were stiff, quickly growing sore and agitated at him after the constant use of the day. Slowly, he relaxed, finding that you melted into his body a lot easier when he wasn’t tensed up completely.

Slowly sliding one arm around your waist, obviously just to make sure you didn’t fall off the couch, nothing more, Simon leaned his head back against the couch, his own honey-brown eyes fluttering shut soon enough as he found enough peace of mind for an hour or two of rest.

Not much, but a welcome reprieve.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish 🧼

- Has no shame at all. Will cuddle you during exfil in front of everyone with no care.

- Very clingy, and also a living furnace. Good to have in the winters, since he keeps you warm, but a nightmare in the summers.

- Will whine like a puppy if you refuse to cuddle with him for heat reasons or whatever, absolutely desperate, golden retriever of a man.

- Definitely see him as the type to enjoy lying on top of you, or being the big spoon, but is down to experiment with anything you want. And I mean everything. Frighteningly open to experimentation.

- Sleeps wild or like a rock, no in between.

Of course, they’d sent Task Force 141 and their one notoriously cold-sensitive member out to Russia, staking out for any sign of a recent contract signed between them and Germany, an agreement for some form of biochemical weapon that could be catastrophic in the wrong hands.

“Doin’ alright over there, Shivers?”

You heard a Scottish voice ask from the crunchy grass you were all lying in, Gaz and Price twenty feet to your left, Ghost twenty to your right, you and Johnny right next to each other. You could see your own body shaking, feeling the ground leach out any remaining warmth from it despite your thick clothing.

“Yeah, just-t-t cold.”

You saw Ghost glance back at you, probably having heard your teeth chattering from over there. You heard the radio hiss before his voice sounded.

“When I said stay frosty, I didn’t mean it literally.”

His deadpan tone said, earning a hushed bark of laughter from Johnny, and Price shooting you a sympathetic look with Gaz. You sighed.

“Very funny-y, Ghost.”

You mumbled, not even bothering to say it over the radio. Warm palms encompassed your wrists before you could do anything to stop it, and Johnny moved in closer.

“What’re you-?”

“Ain’t gonna be any use to us as a popsicle, eh Shivers?”

You felt the weight of his body settle even closer, nearly right on top of you, gingerly taking your numb fingers and switching your gloves out with his. His gloves were already warm, and larger and kept the air insulated better. Your gloves barely fit his hands, but he didn’t seem to mind. His body heat leaked into you, numb limbs springing back to life as that pinpricky sensation crawled up your body.

You relaxed a bit more into the snow, mind clearer now. Soap moved even closer, now quite literally on top of you, trying not to crush you with his weight but also keeping you nice and warm. After a moment of shifting around and adjusting, you got quite comfortable.

“Thanks, Johnny.”

You mumbled, already seeing the stupid grin he’d be wearing because of the praise.

“Anytime, bonnie.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick ☁️

- Serial cuddle enjoyer.

- Usually the one to fall asleep first because he’s more relaxed around his team. Has fallen asleep on Ghost’s shoulder before and been promptly pushed off.

- Prefers cuddling in bed over anywhere else, will slip into your bed in the middle of the night if he felt lonely or somehow has a sixth sense for you getting nightmares.

- Likes cuddling in a pretzel sort of position, or face-to-face despite the fact that he buries his head in your neck every time.

Rousing from his sleep for god knows why, Kyle rubbed his eyes, slipping from the warm bed he slept in and padding over to the kitchen to grab a drink of water. His throat was dry and his tongue felt like sandpaper. Probably the consequences of not drinking enough water while on mission, but he was in his little flat and off duty for now, so it wasn’t like it mattered much anyway.

Drinking nearly an entire glass, he heard a small thug, and his sluggish brain snapped awake as instinct kicked in, he put the glass down, approaching your room where he’d heard the sound come from slowly. Your door was already open.

He peeked inside, abruptly opening it to avoid the awful tension of the slow creaks it would’ve made had he dragged it out, only to be met with the sight of you, his roommate, curled up on the floor and sniffling.

His eyes softened and he crouched down next to you, hands moving to brush the hair out of your face as he caught sight of your watery eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

He asked, nearly a whisper for fear of making you jump. You sniffled again, and tried to get to your feet, only to stumble and be caught by Kyle again before being sat on the edge of the bed by him.

“Had a nightmare.”

You answered in a meek tone, seeming a bit embarrassed, which then was overridden by surprise when Kyle sat on the edge of the bed next to you, calloused hands gently shifting your body around until he was lying right next to you, his dark brown eyes gazing into yours.

“I have them too,”

He admitted, watching as you carefully slipped a hand around him, moving closer as he pulled the blanket over both of your bodies. He relaxed, tense muscles going nearly limp as his head leaned into your shoulder, his breathing deepening out as both of your eyelids grew heavy, eventually shutting as you drifted off into a peaceful rest.

John Price 🏷️

- Is just a big bear of a man. Loves cuddling with his missus when he gets home from a mission.

- Prefers spooning, but when his joints get achy and sore he’ll just lay on his back and let you lay on top of him.

- Is a human furnace just like Soap, so you probably won’t be needing a blanket.

- He usually waits until you’re asleep to fall asleep, but on the really rough nights, he’s out in a few seconds flat.

- Enjoys having your hands in his hair.

- Definitely an experienced cuddler.

Just as you finished your shower, you heard the front door unlocking and opening, and not caring much about getting proper clothes on, you rushed over and pulled a very-tired-looking John into a hug.

He chuckled, hand giving you a few little pats on the head as he pulled you in, taking a deep whiff of the smell of your body wash and shampoo, before slowly releasing.

“Missed me, huh? Missed you too, bird.”

He mumbled as you refused to let go, only releasing when he gave you a light little pinch on the arm, leaving you to finish getting ready after your shower as he trudged off to change and probably at least get a comb through his hair.

With a small smile now on your face, you hurried through your skin and haircare routines faster than ever before, throwing on some underwear and pajamas. As you walked into your shared bedroom, you found John struggling to get a knot out of his brown hair.

“Let me,”

You said, gently taking the comb from his large fingers, brushing the ends of the knot out first, working down to the center of it when you finally got it out. He took the comb and placed it down on his little desk with a little “Thanks, darlin’”, then took your hand and led you over to the bed.

He crawled in first, groaning when his body was finally able to sink into the soft mattress of the bed, body aching after weeks of being gone as he laid on his back, you being quick to crawl above him, head laying against his chest.

He loosed a deep sigh, pulling the blankets over both of you despite the warmth already being shared between you two.

“M’ glad to be home.”

He muttered, pulling you closer, arms settling around you as he already began drifting off.

Smiling, you replied.

“Me too.”

Gary “Roach” Sanderson 🪳

- I definitely hc him as nonverbal (like he is in the games, for whatever reason, you can decide why) but that doesn’t mean he’s any worse at cuddling.

- Roach is a little bit of a wild sleeper, so expect a few nudges and maybe some flips from him during the night.

- Enjoys the sweetheart position the most, just because it lets him hear your heartbeat.

- Serial nuzzle enjoyer. Will nuzzle into you at any moment he can, it’s just something he really likes doing.

- Douses his pillowcases with a lethal amount of your signature perfume or what reminds him of you (has an entire candle of it, too.)

- Can be very clingy.

When you got back home from the little girl’s night you’d had, finding Gary wrapped around one of your pillows and holding it with a death grip, your favorite perfume on the bedside table and a lit candle to match in the same scent wasn’t something you’d been expecting.

As soon as you walked into the room, he glanced up, beckoning you closer almost frantically. With a small smile, you held up a finger, signaling to wait for just one moment. You slipped out of the dress you’d been donning, and pulled off the shoes as well, the heels having made your feet ache anyways.

You used some basic wipes to get any makeup off, deciding that the more complicated cleansing process would be left for the morning, and promptly pulled some pajamas on, finally walking over to the bed, and being pulled in.

Within seconds, you were under the covers, and softly laughing at how he hooked one arm around the back of your neck, pulling you gently into where your head was against his chest, and intertwining his legs with yours. The scruff of his slightly unshaven face scratched lightly against you as he rubbed and nuzzled into you unashamedly, peppering a few little kisses on you while he was at it.

“Clingy,”

You murmured teasingly, and he frowned for a moment, raising a brow as if to call you a hypocrite, and you hummed lightly for a moment in thought.

“Touché.”

You said to his silent response, pressing a light kiss to the tip of his nose, before finally settling in and getting comfortable against his body. Within a few minutes, the both of you were yawning, sleep pulling both of you slowly under as the rhythm of your breathing deepened.

[lucifers-rubber-duck]

𖤓 Can we keep them? 𖤓

Characters: Charlie, Lucifer, Alastor, Angel & Husker.

Warnings: None.

Summary: Reader suddenly appears with a baby Hellhound on their arms and asks to keep them, what would their reactions be?

𖤓Charlie

• She's extremely surprised when you appear with a baby Hellhound on your arms, even more when you asks if you could keep them.

• She would probably say yes without thinking, with her eyes shining of how cute the little dog looks, before she quickly shakes her head and tries to stand her ground better.

• She would probably lecture you of how much of a responsability it is to adopt a Hellhound, especially when they're still little and can't do much by themselfs, she would probably also info dump to you about them.

• She makes you promisse that if you're going to keep them you'll take good care of them, she actually helps a lot since she grew up taking care of Razzle and Dazzle. She acts like the cool aunt of your new baby.

• She's probably the best influence you could get for your child, she's just the sweetest and will help you teach the baby what's right and wrong, will read them bedtime stories, will teach them to sing and to dance. She's simply the best person you could ask for.

𖤓Lucifer

• He's a little confused at first, he never put much thought onto the creatures of Hell, but the moment you show him the cute puppy's face, he's melting and allowing you to keep it.

• He would try to help to take care of them but wouldn't be very good at it, he never did a proper research on the beings of Hell, he disliked sinners already, he saw no reason to even pay attention to the other beings his past actions had created.

• But after you adopt the little hound, he will personaly go talk to Beelzebub and ask her what he should do. He asks her tips, about the best snacks to give them, how many baths should a pup get by a day, he's going full dad mode.

• He doesn't take care of a child since Charlie was little and everytime your new baby runs to his arms when he walks in the room to say hi he's in the verge of tears, he'll hold your child on his arms and act like he's the actual father.

• Don't even think twice if you need anything for your pup, he's going to give it. They got sick and need a doctor? He's calling someone from the Ring of Sloth just for them. Need diapers or clothes? Boom, they're already at your door. Want to take your child somewhere fun? He'll give you two free access to his theme park Lu Lu Land all rights reserved.

• Man is just happy to be able to experience being a father all over again.

𖤓Alastor

• The moment you show him the Hellhound you can hear static piercing your ears and the air getting colder, a green energy coming out of him as his antlers grow bigger and his eyes turn dark with only red dots to be found in them.

• You get that it's a no pretty quickly and hides the puppy away before he can do anything about it.

• But you're not known for giving up easily and keeps the Hellhound even so, making sure they never get too close to Alastor, and by to close I mean in the same room, breathing the same air.

• You'll have to try your best to make Alastor slightly fond of the puppy. First trying to give up some signs that you wanted to adopt a baby, then start talking about all the perks a Hellhound has and then later slowly introduce both of them in the same spaces.

• Is like showing your old pet your newer pet and praying they get along, but the old pet in question is a powerful Overlord that can easily kill both of you and broadcast your screams to all of Hell and the new pet is a creature that is in the bottom of Hell's hierarchy.

• After weeks of trying he would just let you be to be honest, he says you can keep it if you stopped annoying him about and forcing him to interact with them. But sometimes you would find yourself trying to calm him down because the Hellhound decided to walk too close to him or even chewed a part of his coat off.

𖤓Angel

• He probably wouldn't mind and say that you could stay with them, it's not his business, it's yours, you do what you want.

• Would eventualy grow attached to the hound, probably not as much as some others, but he does enjoy their company.

• He likes being the bad influence and would 100% teach your child swear words. He wouldn't be as inappropriate around them tho, he knows his limits and was scolded by you enough times about his actions around such a young figure.

• I think if the hound ended up getting friends with Fat Nuggets he would care more, he treats his little pet pig as his own child and would find it rather adorable if they got along togheter, you know for sure he's snapping photos.

• Likes to play dress up with you and your child, he would already lend you some clothes and help you take care of your skin or paint your nails, etc. He would do the same with your Hellhound, dressing them up to look all fancy, brushing their fur and giving them little accesories. Y'all probably have matching shirts he buyed for fun.

• “Where did you found them again toots?”; “Doesn't matter, check out this new trick they learned.”

𖤓Husker

• Would probably say something like “I'm not your dad, do whatever the fuck you want” and keep going with his day.

• He would try to ignore the Hellhound as much as he can, he doesn't like children very much and his cat instincts can get the best of him sometimes, making him hiss at the sight of the dog.

• But he'll definitely call you out if you end up doing something wrong while taking care of them, he says he doesn't care while teaching you the proper way to hold and to feed them. If you ask how he has so much experience he'll flip you off.

• After some time with the Hellhound around, he'll start to accept babysitting them if you ever need to go out to work or to do a importat thing, don't blame him if the pup ends up learning a bad word tho, you are the one leaving them with a drunk bartender in his bar.

• The Hellhound and him would start to go really well together and you would find them sleeping in the couch of the hotel's lobby when you return late to the hotel thanks to work, your now adopted child sleeping on top of the man's chest, snoring and with Husker's wing around them both.

• You took a photo just to always remember the sweet moments and maybe use against Husker if you needed a favor from him, it always works and you get cute photos so it's always a win-win for you.

[st4rc4t]

4eva (hasan piker x reader)

cw: depressed/bedridden!reader, entirely comfort

wc: 600+

a/n: if u think uve read this before, you have ! i originally wrote this for wilbur soot about 2 year ago but we all know how that went so . i rewrote it for hasan and its better now

When Hasan finds you, you’re curled into yourself and almost tiny. The big fluffy comforter makes it so only a small peak of your hair is in his view. If anyone had glanced, they would’ve thought the bed was empty. He knows better than that. He enters the space slowly, giving a low grumble of a greeting, making extra sure you know he’s there. He sits on the edge of the bed as delicately as he's capable. He watches your lump in the blanket rise and fall for a minute, mulling quietly over the right thing to say, and do. 

“Are you awake?” he whispered, keeping the hushed tone of the room.

A couple seconds of silence pass, and he’s almost scared he’s disturbing your incredibly needed rest. Although you shake your head in response, he can't tell if it's a yes shake or a no shake. At least he knows you’re awake, whether you want to admit it or not. Before he can begin to overthink his options, your hand snakes its way out of its blanket shell, leaving it out and open for him. He still doesn’t see your face. He shuffles his large body closer to yours, almost testing the waters.

He was so stressed when he got the text from you. A simple “I need you” has never pierced him so sharply. He was on his way immediately, assuming the worst from something so vague. He knew if you were in danger, you'd call, but he can never stop his brain once it's in panic mode. The sight of your form in the blanket wasn’t enough to fully quell the pit in his head, but it would be better soon. He would make sure of it.

Your hand moving is what brings him out of his thoughts, making little grabby motions at him. He loves when you do that, he loves feeling wanted. 

Finally, he decides to speak again, “Can I join you?” he mutters out sincerely, continuing to keep his voice low.

A whimpered, “Please,” is all he gets back.

He feels his heart squeeze at the plea, along with an involuntarily sympathetic, “awh” that escapes him. There's a slight pout on his face that, if the image had been taken out of context, would’ve looked as though he was fawning over a sad puppy. His insides are melting.

He physically can't keep you waiting any longer, or himself for that matter. He wants to squish you so hard into his chest, a piece of you stays with him forever.

He takes his shoes off, leaving them at the foot of your bed. Crawling over to lay in the space behind you, careful not to kneel on any limbs. He lays on top of your sheets, just outside the blanket cocoon. He’s still trying to give you space, while also being close. He's not sure why he’s so hesitant, worried about sending you back down whatever spiral landed you here. You turn over to face him, almost pathetically try to wrap your comforter around him. He fawns over you once again, admiring how caring you continue to be, despite the obvious aching. Gently reaching towards your face with both hands, he cradles your head in his large palms. He wiggles his too-big-for-your-bed-body into the protective layer that you've extended to him, tangling closer to you. Rubbing the apples of your cheeks, at long last seeing your pretty eyes gaze up at him. Your pupils dance around his face, looking hard, before your tears start acting up again. You practically smash your face into his chest, still pushing deeper. His warmth wraps around your figure as his arms do, your bodies melding to fit each other’s shape. He’d stay as long as you needed. Forever, preferably.

[dreamzenwrld]

wild thoughts | l.jn [mdni!!]

genre: smut. just general filth. roommate!au

word count: 1.8k

warnings & info: afab!reader, sub!jeno, hair pulling, unprotected sex (pls use a condom), dumbification if you squint, jeno is blonde, oral (m receiving), reader calls jeno "puppy" a lot, creampie, begging, lmk if i missed anything!

being jeno's roommate was easy enough. he was quiet, always did his share of the chores, and his dumb puppy moments were mostly endearing and oftentimes hilarious.

emphasis on 'mostly.'

one thing that made being jeno's roommate so difficult was how fucking sexy he was. his warm weather wardrobe consisted exclusively of tank tops and muscle tees — sometimes he didn't even bother with a shirt at all. he was so fun to look at; you'd find yourself staring at his biceps while he cooked you both dinner or at the veins in his hands while he defeated you in mariokart. combine his complete lack of self-awareness with general stupidity, and you'd occasionally get that dumbstruck puppy look on his face that was just so cute, but a sliver of the time made you melt into a puddle.

one time, he came out in a pair of shorts (if you wanted to call that glorified denim thong 'shorts') that were obviously yours with the assumption that his own shorts had simply shrunk in the wash. when you explained his ill thought process, he stared at you with this sweet, confused look on his face, but you couldn't stop thinking about the way the muscles in his thighs flexed when he pulled the shorts down from his tiny waist and off of his body to hand you your shorts back. the fact that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing, somehow, made it a million times worse.

so, it was anything but a surprise when jeno barged into your bedroom, shirtless with a frying pan in his hand, ready to defend you from whatever monstrosity was inducing such breathy shouts of his name. jeno quickly came to find that the catalyst for such vocalizations was nothing more than your vibrator and you picturing him in your head.

"o-oh," he stammered. "um, i'm sorry. i thought you were calling out because there was a bug or something."

you laid in your bed, thighs opened with your vibrator (now on off mode) sitting between your legs, your dripping cunt on full display for the blushing boy in your doorway.

"were you gonna kill a roach with a frying pan, jen?" you asked.

his face reddened more, if possible, and he timidly put the pan behind his back. "oh, uhm..."

you shift around your bed, opting to position yourself on your knees. "you know, you are so cute when you act all clueless like that."

jeno blinked. "i'm not pretending-"

"i know," you said, shuffling towards the edge of your bed. "but the way you act just makes me want to fucking devour you."

jeno, at this point, felt like the one melting. "you think about me when you- you know?"

"of course," you said slyly while inching further towards him. "don't you think about me?"

jeno's eyes widened and the pan behind his back hit the ground with a thud. he began stammering incoherent sounds, wiping his clammy hands against his gray sweatpants that perfectly displayed his hard-on.

you smile at his shy demeanor. "why don't you show me what you think about, baby?"

jeno inched towards you slowly, barely making full steps. once he was close enough to the edge of your bed, you pulled at the waistband of his sweats until the two of you were face-to-chest, nodding at him to sit down to which he obliged.

as you placed yourself in his lap to straddle him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he struggled to find a place to set his sweaty hands, opting for one on your knee and one gripping the bedsheet. after making yourself comfortable and ruining his sweatpants with your wetness, you stared down at him only to be met with that same god-forsaken dumb puppy look. you grinned, then proceeded to grind down on his hard dick, watching his face shift from the wide-eyed puppy look to one of pleasure — eyes rolled back, biting his lip to stifle his moans, and eyebrows furrowed.

"is this what you think of, puppy?" you ask him in a sing-song voice. "is this what goes through your mind when you're touching that pretty dick of yours?"

the boy whined, nodding in response. "y-yes."

"that's too bad," you said with a soft giggle. "because i think of something much, much worse."

jeno let out his first unfiltered moan as you continued the grinding and dirty talk. his hand had been navigating upwards away from your knee and up your thigh, the other still gripping the stained bedsheet beneath him.

"i wanna know," he moaned out. "i want you to show me what you think about. please."

you halted your movements and jeno responded with a whimper. "you want me to show you what i think about doing to you, puppy?"

he nodded rapidly.

you removed yourself from his lap, taking yourself down to the floor on your knees without breaking eye contact. your next steps were so, blatantly obvious, but he still sat there with that clueless expression on his face, wide-eyed and cute and with all the feigned innocence in the world.

you pulled down his waistband enough to reveal his cock, the pink tip already leaking precum. you brought your mouth to his dick and you were immediately met with the most pornographic moans you'd ever heard in your life. his hand shifted to your hair, his fingers getting lost in the strands while the other still remained glued to the sheets.

you dragged your tongue along the length of his veiny cock, inducing shaky, moany breaths out of the boy. you wrapped your mouth around the head of his dick and sucked ever so lightly before taking as much of him as you possibly could down your throat. you bobbed your head up and down his dick as tears threatened to fall from jeno's eyes, him already feeling incredibly overwhelmed.

his hips stuttered and his dick hit the back of your throat, which he immediately followed with groans of apologies. you removed your mouth from his dick, eliciting a small whine before you began jerking him off with your hand.

"you about to come, puppy?" you asked teasingly. "or do you just wanna fuck me that bad?"

jeno stared down at you with his wide eyes and red face. he gulped, releasing a breathy sigh, and stuttered a soft "both," before thrusting up once again, this time into your hand.

you removed your hand from his dick and rose up from your knees. you guided jeno towards the head of your bed, pushing his back against the wall and removing his sweatpants and boxers in the process. you straddled him once again, barely gracing your wet pussy over his hard, yearning dick.

"tell me, puppy," you whispered into his ear. "how badly do you want me to fuck you?"

jeno let out a loud, drawn out whine before burying his face in your neck out of embarrassment.

"is my puppy embarrassed?" you asked, lacing your fingers in his white-blonde hair. you pulled lightly at his hair to reveal his face to you. "you need to answer me."

there it was. that dumbfounded look, but this time he looked so fucked out, so corrupted, and so god damn beautiful. he up stared at you with his glossy eyes, swallowing his pride, and mumbled out his response.

"i want you to fuck me so badly."

you tsked, pulling harder at his hair. "i can't hear you puppy."

he moaned, responding again with clearer and much more vulgar words. "please, please fuck me. i want you to ride me and call me your pretty little puppy; i want you to make me cry and scream and tell me how much of a good boy i am and i wan—fuck—i wanna cum inside you so bad, please. please fuck m-"

you cut his begging off with a kiss, his words getting lost in your mouth as you shifted to envelope his dick between the walls of your pussy. he moaned loudly into your mouth as you sunk further down his shaft, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he bottomed out.

“god, you feel so good, puppy,” you groaned out. “you’re so big. you fill me up so well. your dick made just for me, wasn’t it?”

jeno whimpered as he nodded, shifting his hands around until he settled with one gripping your upper thigh and one on your waist under your shirt. you slowly began to move, rising up and sinking down to find the best pace for your and jeno’s pleasure. jeno could barely keep his eyes open, his head writhing around as you fastened your pace exponentially before settling on a speed that had jeno releasing the loudest, raunchiest moans with his eyes squeezed shut and his head thrown back against your headboard.

you bounced mercilessly on his cock, balancing yourself by gripping his shoulders and digging your fingernails into his skin. both of his hands had found themselves resting on your ass, occasionally squeezing as you rode him. his dick reached every pleasure-inducing corner within you and filled you so well. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t struggling to stay sane.

you knew once one of his hands traveled from your ass to in between your folds to rub your clit that he was getting close, and now with the pressure against your clit you were edging close to orgasm, too.

“f-fuck, y/n,” jeno stuttered out. “i’m not gonna last much longer.”

you picked up your pace and grinded against his fingers, chasing your own high. “you don’t cum until i say so, puppy.”

jeno whined and began rubbing your clit almost violently, determined to get you off before he came. you felt the pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach and your pussy tightening around his dick, signaling you were near orgasm.

“fuck,” you groan out. “need you to cum with me, puppy.”

jeno’s mouth was agape, unable to conjure words, so he responded with a soft nod as you tightened even more around his cock and rode him into oblivion. in seconds you released loud moans as you convulsed around his dick, and jeno ripped out one last groany whine as he released inside you, his cum dripping out of your pussy around his dick.

sticky sweat plagued your bodies as you both caught your breaths. jeno’s once wide-eyed look had been replaced with a drowsy, post-sex glow and his eyes drooped as he fought to stay awake.

“you did so good, puppy,” you said into his neck as you rested your head on his shoulder. “such a good boy for me.”

jeno responded with a hum.

“let’s rest just a second and then we can shower, okay?” you said.

jeno nodded. “that sounds good. oh, and y/n?”

“yes?”

“you have one active ass imagination.”

[alexthefly]

Did I miss the relevant prompt earlier in the week? Maybe. Shhhh...

In honour of FishTank Week, and particularly the prompt 💛"We're a team, always"💚 please enjoy this reblog.

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Green Wool and Sunshine

What is that?!”

“What is what?” asked Virgil through a mouthful of cinnamon roll.

“That! That…thing you’re wearing!”

Gordon sat up slowly from the sofa, his face fixed in equal parts grin and grimace as he pointed with his good hand.

Virgil looked down at himself and surreptitiously brushed a few crumbs off his sweater. “What’s wrong with it?” he asked.

“Dude, it’s hideous,” said Gordon, eyeing the offending garment critically.

Virgil looked again. True, it wasn't in the best shape. Pale green wool, striped with white and yellow, and all of it faded and bobbled to within an inch of its life. One shoulder had a loose seam so that it looked almost as if the wool were melting. And at the centre of it all, the distinctive shape of Thunderbird Two rendered clumsily in darker green.

"Where did you get it?”

“Grandma made it for me one Christmas. You remember that vintage knitting machine Dad got her that one year?”

God, it had made a racket, like someone flicking a giant comb over and over again. Thank goodness she’d finally lost interest in that particular hobby, although in hindsight Virgil wondered if her subsequent rediscovery of her old cooking books might have been too high a price to pay.

“Anyway, I just found it the other day in the back of the closet.”

Gordon’s mouth twisted to one side. “...Any chance you could lose it back there again?”

A deep grumble. Okay, so she might not be the best at the domestic arts, but she was still their grandma and he loved that she tried. Virgil had actually thought the sweater was pretty good, in a homespun, one-sleeve-slightly-longer-than-the-other sort of way; his girl’s big, friendly turtle-face was unmistakable, and Grandma had even included a little dark-haired figure in blue and green waving out of one of her windows.

“Lay off. It’s comfortable. Anyway, I didn’t see you criticising when she made you that yellow submarine one you wore down to scraps.”

Gordon rolled his eyes. “First of all, I was a lot younger then and not so refined.”

Virgil snorted.

“Secondly, yellow is infinitely better than green. And thirdly, I can carry that sort of thing off. You…” - he wafted his hand up and down at his brother in the manner of a bitchy ballroom dancing judge - “...unfortunately, cannot.”

Virgil grunted and took another bite of his roll.

“Really? Mr ‘Hawaiian Shirts and Sandals Go With Everything’ is criticising my fashion choices?”

“They totally do go with everything! They’re a completely universal outfit; the quintessential capsule wardrobe.”

He puffed out his chest to show off today’s offering, complete with large ketchup stain down the front.

“Anyway, why are you even wearing a sweater when it’s 80 degrees outside? I know you tend towards layers, tropical climate be damned, but this is a bit much even for you.”

“I was down in the hangars,” Virgil shrugged. “It was cold.”

“You doing some maintenance?” His little brother’s face lit up.

“Two’s left air intake’s doing that rattling thing again; I thought I’d give her an overhaul,” he said, brain shifting seamlessly into engineer mode, “And her injectors need a spruce up. Thought perhaps I’d have a play with that new neo-PEM cell Brains has been going on about.”

“D’you want some help?”

The enthusiasm in his voice was unmistakable, and cut deep.

Virgil bit his lip. “Aww, I don’t think so, Fish. You need to rest.”

“I could rest down there? I promise, I’ll just sit and watch you."

The desperation in his brother’s puppy dog eyes felt like knives in Virgil’s chest.These last few weeks since the Marindata Ventfields had been hard on them all. Even now, with Gordy finally home from the hospital, Virgil still woke almost nightly with the sound of that emergency signal echoing in his ears, the silence of his brother’s comms stretching out in his mind until…

No, don’t think about that. He’s home. He’s safe.

But obviously Gordon had been hit the hardest. His ‘bird was a total loss, his body not much better, and he still had months of rehab ahead, bringing with it all the oh-so-unwelcome memories he’d worked so hard to bury. Regular visits from Penny had helped, and their sunshine boy was trying hard, but it was like the clouds had gathered, dimming that indefinable brightness that made him…him.

Virgil wished beyond wish that he could indulge his little brother if it would make him happy. But…

“I’m sorry Squid, Grandma’s orders. There’s just too many hazards down there. Fumes and stairs and things to trip over… I wouldn’t be able to watch out for you properly.”

Gordon sagged, and Virgil felt his heart clench painfully.

“But hey, how about I leave the maintenance and come sit up here with you instead? We could watch an episode of Buddy and Ellie?”

Anything to bring back the sun.

A shake of the head, eyes fixed downwards. “Nah, seen ‘em all.” Gordon looked up and smiled again; this time it didn’t reach his eyes. “Anyway, you don’t want to be stuck up here. Not when there’s oil and grime to play about in. Better watch you don’t get that sweater dirty though, or Grandma might knit you another one.”

Virgil opened his mouth to speak, but his little brother cut him off.

“Stop worrying Virg. S’no biggie. I’m fine, see?” He shrugged. “I’ll just see you when you’re done.”

He lay back down on the sofa carefully, looking so much smaller than he had a moment ago.

“Actually, I’m getting a little tired now. You just go do what you gotta do - I’m gonna take a nap right here.”

And with that he closed his eyes; conversation over.

Virgil lingered for a moment, scouring his brain for something to say but coming up blank. Inside his heart burned with guilt and impotence: his little brother was hurting, and he couldn’t do anything to fix it. All he’d done was make things worse.

Perhaps he should go.

“Okay then. Take it easy, alright?”

“Yup."

“There’s cinnamon rolls in the kitchen if you get hungry.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Thus dismissed, he turned and made his way towards the elevator, mind no longer on his ‘bird but instead on her grounded, miserable co-pilot.

Oh Gordy. It will get better; I promise.

………..

As the sound of the elevator faded away Gordon opened one eye a crack to check the coast was clear. Then he slowly, painfully hauled himself up, intent on getting to the residential levels. No doubt his big marshmallow of a brother would be on the comms right now, asking someone - probably Scott - to come down and check on him, and there was no way he was hanging around for that.

Even if his body hated him for moving.

The journey from the sofa to his room used to take less than two minutes. Today it took him seven minutes twenty. What was worse was that objectively he should be pleased. Sub-eight minutes was actually an improvement on a week ago.

Goddammit.

Finally, he was able to close the bedroom door behind him and collapse onto his bed, aching and miserable.

This sucked.

He was lucky to be alive; he knew that. A few weeks ago he’d been lying at the bottom of the ocean with half a volcano on top of him. Now, because of his brothers, Penny and Parker, he was back in the bosom of his family, healing, getting stronger, gradually shaving the seconds off his bedroom run.

He should be grateful. He’d been through far worse, for God’s sake.

So why?

Why wasn’t he able to shake this off?

Why was it that whenever he tried to see the positive, all he could see was just how freakin’ useless he was?

He didn’t dare say that out loud, of course. His family would absolutely kick his ass if they heard him say something like that. Penny too. (Boy, would she!) He could hear them now, telling him to give himself a chance, these things take time, blah blah blah… Hell, he even tried saying that stuff to himself sometimes, like he would if it were one of his brothers in this position instead of him.

If only any of it actually worked.

Because no matter how much he tried to reason his way out of this funk he was in, it didn’t help, because this feeling wasn’t logical. It couldn’t be reasoned with.

It whispered to him in the dark.

You’ve let them all down.

Look at the slack they’re having to pick up.

Look how much they’re worrying.

Worse.

They don’t need you back.

They’re fine without you.

Every time his brothers went off on a mission without him, it hurt. Whenever someone else took his place co-piloting for Virgil - even Penny, who was only doing it for his sake - he felt cold inside. And when Scott had been the one to take his new Thunderbird Four out for her maiden voyage? The mission to recover the Zero X capsule, no less; the thing that had kicked off Operation Bring Dad Home? Well, he’d just wanted to curl up right there on that sofa and never move again.

The unfairness.

The guilt.

The fear.

He would never wish what had happened on any of his family in a million years. But at the same time, why was it always him that got hurt?

Perhaps he really was just useless.

Sad, exhausted, hurting in more ways than he knew how to handle, he turned his face to the pillow and let the tears come.

…………

The thing about uber-strength pain meds is that they can make a guy fall asleep in the middle of the afternoon and not wake up until the early hours.

He registered the dim not-quite dark as the world slowly came back to him.

Someone had drawn the covers over him at some point during the night, tucking them around him like he was a child, and didn’t that just sum up everything? Take a nap, take your meds, and maybe if you’re a good boy you’ll get a lollipop(!)

He shifted slightly and his hip complained. Gingerly he rolled over, tackling the manoeuvre in sections, trying to get comfortable. He was just settling again when something caught his eye on the chair by his bed.

A large package wrapped neatly in yellow paper.

Twisting carefully he reached out with his good arm and pulled the chair towards him. In the soft glow of pre-dawn, he recognised the paper as the same kind he’d had for his last birthday: bright yellow with blue seahorses and glittery bubbles. Scott had complained about the glitter getting all over his shirt, and they’d all spent the next hour randomly shaking the paper over each other’s heads until they’d sparkled like they were in a Las Vegas show.

He smiled at the memory and gradually pulled himself up until he was sitting, blanket wrapped around him in the cool, almost-morning air.

Holding the package on his lap, he delicately pulled it open at the seams, revealing unmistakable green wool underneath.

What the-?

In with the sweater there was a card written in Virgil’s big, swooping hand:

Seeing as you’re the only one who could pull it off anyway, you should have this, at least until you can make it back aboard the real thing.

She isn’t the same without you. V.

He read the card two more times, breath hitching on the last sentence each time, then he gently unfurled the sweater out in front of him to take a closer look at the design, now that it was technically his.

It took a few moments for him to notice it.

Something was different.

He squinted.

There, in the window of Thunderbird Two’s cockpit, carefully embroidered next to the tiny waving figure of Virgil, a second, blond-haired figure waved out at him in shades of blue and yellow wool.

How...?

...Virgil.

For a moment, he swore he could see the little co-pilot grinning. Or was that just his suddenly-blurred vision playing tricks?

He wiped his eyes and, discarding his blanket, pulled the sweater over his head. He couldn’t get his bad arm through the sleeve, so instead opted to keep it against his chest, nestled between the soft wool and his own thrumming heart.

Despite the way it looked, Virg had been right: the sweater was comfortable. So comfortable. Softened by repeated washing, with a clean smell of detergent and just a hint of Virgil’s cologne - sandalwood and bergamot, mellow and comforting - wearing it was like wearing a hug; warm and reassuring and just so snuggly.

Full of love.

Wrapping his good arm around himself and breathing in the calming, cozy scent, he picked his way carefully over to the window and opened the blinds. Dawn was just beginning to break over the horizon, painting the sky a hundred different shades of pink and purple and orange. As he watched, the sun slowly poked its head out over the gentle waves of his beloved ocean, bathing him in the warmth of its early morning glow.

It was going to be a beautiful day.

[heaven4lostgirls]

my love will not die with you

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warning: mentions of blood, eddie’s death, wounds, violence and killing, allusion to codependency. not proofread!!

summary: the aftermath of vecna, you and steve are separated.

word count: 1.1k

a/n: the ending is a bit meh but here you go, i don't really have the energy to write my fic so it'll probably be out tmrw

Steve was sure he wasn’t going to make it out alive out of the upside down, they had lost Eddie and Steve wasn’t sure if he would be able to move Dustin away from his corpse. He holds back tears in his eyes at the thought of losing such a close friend so suddenly however with the echoing calls of Nancy and robin’s voices he urges himself to run faster with Dustin under his arms.

He doesn’t realise he needs to be looked over seriously until the ambulances reach them, its only then that Steve realises he hasn’t seen you since he left you with Robin and Nancy so he could run after Dustin and Eddie. His heart drops as he asks any of the paramedics around him if they’ve seen anyone that looks like you and they all respond with a soft ‘no’ whilst urging him to sit down.

He’s purely running on adrenaline now as he scans the small area of ambulances and paramedics rushing around, he makes out the faces of everyone, everyone except you. The only thing he can picture is Eddie’s lifeless corpse in the upside down, except for now it’s your face instead of Eddie’s that he’s seeing, and he urges himself to look harder.

He’s pushing the paramedic away from him and ignores his yell of worry and something that sounds like ‘broken leg’ and continues limping around the area, shaking with anxiety as tears once again start streaming down his face in fear of something happening to you.

It’s only then that he see’s you huddled with the kids as you wipe blood off Dustin’s glum face, you’re speaking to him softly as your own bandages soak with blood, you had stopped dressing your own wound in favour of helping him.

Steve nearly sobs in relief at the sight of you and while limping at Olympic speed, you look up in confusion and then horror at your boyfriend, with a broken leg! Running- limping, towards you. You quickly apologise to Dustin, who waves you off and make your way to him to assist him and get him to a seat but once you’re within his grasp, Steve crashes into you and holds you tightly as sobs shake his body.

You’re not shocked, Steve had been operating purely on survival mode the entire time and even after everything had ended, his only focus was on making sure everyone was okay. It was only natural that he would break at some point and you’re only glad he did it in your arms.

“Shhh, shh baby, it’s okay, let it out honey” you coo and stroke his blood-matted hair and hold him tighter and you slowly usher him to one of the stretches laying behind an ambulance. You attempt to let him sit and move to sit next to him however the moment you even loosen your grip on him, he whimpers.

You know he needs this right now, so you move to hold him tighter and reassure him that he’s okay, you can softly hear him muttering under his breath and you hum a little in question, all he does is shake his head, continuing to hold onto you for dear life.

You strain your ears and hear him muttering “you’re real, you’re real, you’re real” repeatedly and your heart breaks as tears fill your eyes. “My sweet boy, you are everything to me” you whisper as you kiss his forehead softly and once you do, he finally looks up at you with red rimmed eyes and his usual puppy dog gaze however this one is much sadder than his usual one.

“I thought I lost you” he says in such a broken voice, “I kept picturing you instead of Eddie and I couldn’t be sure I saw Eddie and not you”- you cut him off with a quick kiss to which he quickly melts into. You pull away softly and see Steve’s stressed expression mellow out into a much calmer demeanour.

“So, help me god, I will never leave you out of my own free will Steve, I will crawl to you if I have to” you tell him softly as you place your forehead against his. He looks up at you in boyish wonder, you almost shy under his gaze however your emotions overcome you and now it’s your time to swallow your sobs and tuck your face into Steve’s neck.

Steve holds you close and rubs your back as you sob, adrenaline leaving you, anxiety once replacing it. “We’re going to leave here sweet girl, I’m going to get us out of here, a nice cottage somewhere in the country, not here, not like this” he promises as he moves you to sit on his lap, on his good leg.

You shuffle to cuddle into him, you two spend the silence together dreaming about a future where you both never have to worry about vecna, demogorgans and any of the other supernatural things you were forced to encounter. You see Steve usher over a paramedic that looks over his leg, thankfully telling him it should be healed in less than six weeks.

Whilst Steve listens to the paramedic telling him what he needs to do, you watch his face, committing it to memory in fear of losing this moment with him, he gazes down at you after the paramedic leaves, and you lift you head to kiss his lips softly again.

You both know you eventually need to regroup with everyone so that they can get home and you can all try and get some sleep before having to explain to your parents and guardians where they all were during the ‘earthquake’ but as of right now, all you can think about is that Steve is safe.

Watching the love of your life run headfirst after Dustin into the upside down had alone sent you into a panic attack but as of right now, he was safe, he was here and that was enough for  the both of you, you couldn’t imagine sleeping without him tonight so as soon as your parents arrive, you beg them to let Steve stay over, telling them that his parents were out of  town, which they were, and that you and him had been all alone during the ‘earthquake’ so you’d be too worried about him.

Maybe it would be a problem in the future, the anxiety you held towards being separated from Steve but as long as you’d be able to push it off to PTSD, you knew you’d sleep better not having to worry about your boyfriend lying dead somewhere in the upside down and him about mistaking Eddie’s body for yours.

[cyberrose2001]

I saw the other person's ask about TFA Grimlock

I haven't seen any good fics about him so far

Do you think you could write for him with an insecure significant other? Now I really can't get that image out of my head. I really want to be praised by that dino nuggie

TFA Grimlock with an insecure S/O

in a bit of a writing rut atm, so apologies if this isn’t up to par. Also my first time writing Grimlock so thank you!

Warnings: GN reader, human reader, fluff/SFW

Word count: (will update)

It was a beautiful day on Dino Bot Island, as usual. The wind softly rustled through the native palms, the slightly salty taste in the air; it was a calming experience and a pleasant distraction from your woes.

But embracing in nature wasn't the only thing you've ventured onto the island for. You've come to seek out your lover, Grimlock, who lurks somewhere with his pack around here. You'll hear him coming before you can see him, but you know he's probably already spotted you.

You plop yourself on the grass in a small field unguarded by palm trees. While brushing your fingers through the blades of grass, occasionally ripping them out of the ground to play with them, you patiently wait for your dino bot.

A small smile graces your lips when you hear approaching thunderous footsteps and the rustling of the nearby bushes. You look up as Grimlock comes to a screeching halt in front of you.

"Pretty one! You come to see Grimlock?" He transforms into his alt mode, then sits crosslegged before you.

"Hi, Grim," You stifle a laugh at his ungracefulness, "Of course, why else would I be here?"

Grimlock gives you a toothy grin, reaching a claw out to gently caress your cheek, “Me like when you come see me, pretty human make Grimlock happy!”

Pretty human. There’s just something about him calling you pretty that irks you. You were certainly no beauty in your eyes, but you don’t have the heart to tell Grimlock that, not when he looks so genuine when he tells you his way of saying ‘I love you’.

You give him a half smile, reaching a hand to the claw resting against your cheek, “Yeah, pretty…”

Grimlock tilts his helm like a puppy, an adorable gesture that never fails to melt your heart.

“Why pretty one look sad?” Grimlock says, before his visor narrows, “Has someone hurt pretty one? Grimlock want to hurt them back!”

“No, Grim, it’s fine!” You can see the fury in his optics behind the visor, so you take both his claws in your comparatively small hands to calm him down, “It’s just… I wish you didn’t call me that.”

“Pretty one don’t want Grimlock to call you… pretty?” Grimlock looks down at you confusedly, “Me Grimlock ask why?”

How you’re going to explain your insecurities to a Dino Bot that lacks a conceptual understanding of insecurities, you have no idea. But you know he has insecurities; he’s just unaware of most of them. You think briefly and conclude that comparison would be the best option for Grimlock to understand.

“Grimlock, what’s something that you don’t like about…” You bite your lip nervously, “Well, you?”

Grimlock hums, “Well, me Grimlock don’t like when people call me dumb.”

“Ok, that’s a start,” You squeeze his claws, “So, even when I tell you you’re not dumb, do you feel like you are?”

“Sometimes…” He looks down at your hands and slowly thumbs the top of them, “Make Grimlock sad…”

“Yeah,” You softly sigh, “Well, it’s kinda like that, except I don’t think I’m pretty like you say I am.”

You glance up at his face, and you wish you didn’t because you have never seen Grimlock look so sad before. It makes you regret ever saying anything in the first place.

“Y’know what, it’s ok. I don’t want to bother yo- aah!” You squeak as Grimlock lifts you by the waist and pulls you near his face.

“Grimlock don’t like it when you call yourself ‘not pretty’.” He presses his helm against yours gently, “Me Grimlock think you the prettiest human me have ever seen, me Grimlock want to keep you forever.”

You close your eyes and press your palms into his cheeks, ignoring the little voice in your head telling you that he’s lying still, “You’re so sweet, Grim. What did I do to deserve you?”

Grimlocks’ sad smile turns joyous at your words, “Me Grimlock think pretty human the best thing to happen to Grimlock, me Grimlock love you.”

You didn’t expect to choke up, but then again, you never expected him to say he loves you in his jargoned yet endearing voice. That little annoying voice in your head is suddenly wiped away by his confession of love, not like, love.

You couldn’t help but lean forward and press a kiss to his sharp jaw, savouring the little chuckles emanating from the grey and gold dino bot.

“I love you too, you big oaf.” You laugh as he flops back on the grass and embraces you in a sweet hug, giggling when he nuzzles his helm against yours, his own special way of pecking you with kisses.

“Me Grimlock cuddle my pretty one; no more bad thought, ok?”

Why embrace in nature when you could have the embrace of Grimlock?

[gamergirl-06]

Slayer and S/O Find a baby/pet

Here is the other idea from @hyunjinbiased-blog, some slayers have pets and some have babies (3 have pets and 3 have babies in theirs just to make it even)

FYI: I’m currently playing the game as Ryan and he is great, I feel his voicelines are more human and how a real person would react

Anyway back to the scheduled program

Jacob:

“I think this apartment will do us for the night I reckon” Jacob said, his British accent coming through.

You agree with him and you two decide that if you’re gonna stay here you need to clear it out a bit as it looks like whoever lived here hadn’t cleaned it out since before the outbreak.

Jacob took the kitchen and you took the main area, you cleared of the rubbish that was lying on the table and Jacob cleaned the bench that had lots of blood on it as with the table out in the main area were you cleaned blood as well.

After a little while you two managed to get the area looking decent enough to stay in for the night and decide to sit on the couch.

Just then you heard a cry coming from the other room, which was a spare bedroom.

You and Jacob look at each other intrigued and both got up heading into the room were the noise came from.

Opening the door you look and see a crib in the corner and a walker on the other side of the room tied to a drawer. You both walk over to the crib and look in to see a baby, probably no more then a month old.

This poor child was born at the wrong time when the outbreak occurred and you look into the corner as you realise that it’s the mother that is tied to the drawer.

“Jacob…” you voice above a whisper as you point “that’s the mother”.

He give a sad smile “she protected her little one from herself.”

Jacob then picks up the baby which coos at him and looks at the name above the bed “Emma” indicating it was a girl “hello little darling”

You heart melts as Jacob immediately goes into dad mode holding the baby girl, singing and calming her down.

You stroke your finger on her tiny cheek “hey sweet girl, this is no place for you to be, and the fact you were by yourself for as long as you were, you shouldn’t be in that position”

Jacob looks at you “we should take her, she needs people to protect her and she needs parental figures in her life”

Your eyes widened “you want us..to be her parents”

Jacob smiles before cupping your cheek “yes..I always wanted a family of my own with you..why don’t we start now with this one”

The baby coo’s as if on cue as to say “yes”.

You smile “of course”

Dani:

You and Dani were clearing out a house that you two had found while on your way back to Emma’s.

You guys decided to stay here for a night because you thought it was safer then walking back in the dead of night when those munchers were out there.

You and Dani had just finished cleaning the place up a bit, there wasn’t much to clean but still a bit dirty so you guys went to it.

After cleaning you were just about to finally kick back and put your feet up when you heard a crash coming from near the kitchen.

Dani,with her weapon raised ready to strike, slowly made her way to the area of noise when a small puppy made it way into your area in the living room.

You immediately bend down to pick the puppy up and pat it holding it tightly in your grasp.

Dani checks to see where the area is and is gone momentarily until she comes back.

“I think the owner was bit, I found ‘em tied up in the room, I killed ‘em don’t worry” she said.

The puppy layed its head on your shoulder, it was a golden retriever, very beautiful coloured fur and a cute little face that almost anyone could love.

Your lover smiles as she put the tiny pup in your arms “a cute lil thing aren’t ya”

The puppy barks at her an obvious sign that it likes her and you laugh “I think he likes you” .

Dani rolls her eyes “or a she”.

You notice the dogs name tag which has the name ‘Bruno’ written on it.

“Well Bruno it looks like your ours now” you smile as Dani smiles looking at the two of you.

Ryan:

You guys were stuck in a house that kinda reminded you of your home.

You look out the window to see if the horde that was behind you was gone.

Once you knew it was clear you and Ryan decide to clear the house to make sure it was at least suitable to stay in, even for a night or two.

You clean the kitchen while Ryan takes the living room and work your way around every part until it’s nice and clean.

You and Ryan go into one of the bedrooms to fall asleep as it was late but then you heard a cry coming from the next room which sounded like a baby

This alerted you both as you both got out of bed and crept next door to see a dead walker tied to a closet and a crib containing a baby.

You pick up the young child as you rocked it to sleep, mother instincts kicking in.

Ryan held you swaying with you as you try to help the child calm down and fell to sleep.

He looked for any clues of the baby’s name but nothing until he sees a card saying ‘congrats on a boy’.

He smiles as he he looked at you “it’s a boy, he doesn’t seem to have a name, he does look to be just a few weeks old” Ryan says as you smile.

You smile “do you want to choose a name”

Ryan begins to think until he remembers a good friend who was also stuck in this shit show with him for a little while and before he can comprehend what his gonna say he just breathes out “Michael”

You smile “then Michael it is, after Mikey” he nods and takes the baby from your arms.

“Hey baby Mikey it’s ok we are here now, we promise to protect you and love you, we will be your parents from now on” he tells the child.

You didn’t know one thing about being a parent apart from the usual but you knew you were gonna give the child endless love and support no matter what happens.

Carla:

You and Carla had a been walking for…well you don’t know how long but you knew it was ages just by the way your feet hurt and with every step of the way feeling pain and aching in your body.

Carla felt the same way and she suddenly stopped and pointed to a tiny house in front of you.

“Let’s stay in there for the a bit, it’s getting dark out and there is no way we will make it back with the way our body is feeling” she said.

You very happily agree as you were ACHING and you wanted to rest so bad and you made your way into the house.

You walk in and survey the entire area, it was pretty decent, just needed a little bit of a cleanup to which you and Carla immediately started to do.

The faster you do it the faster you can rest up right?

After what seemed like ages of cleaning up and scrubbing clean every surface you finally finished up and sat on the sofa just letting your body rest.

You groan in pleasure as you finally felt all the aching leaving your body and you start to half fall asleep when Carla immediately comes into the room with something in her arms.

Closer inspection you realised it was a baby and your hands immediately flew to your face in shock and horror. You couldn’t imagine what that little one had to endure.

“I found her and I…I had to kill the father..he turned, he was tied up so I assume to make sure he wouldn’t hurt this one” she points to the baby in her arms.

You rest yourself on her shoulder as you two stare at the little form sleeping in Carla’s arms.

“We will protect you with everything we have you are part of the family now, Emma, Sam, Andrea…everyone will love and protect you, you can count on it…”

Bruno:

Bruno held your hand as you ran as fast as you could away from the horde that had ambushed you when you guys were looking at stuff.

You ran into the nearest building and shut the door behind you and letting them pass.

Once the coast was clear you guys decide to make this your base for the time being maybe rejuvenate as well.

You look around and see the cleaning up you have to do “it looks like we need to tidy up a bit”

Bruno nods “I couldn’t agree more” and with that you guys got to work slowly but surely cleaning up the mess that looks like has been here for a while.

You start to hum a song as you finish up your work and Bruno comes in and notices you in your own little world and sneaks up behind you wrapping his arms around you around your waist.

“Nice singing hot stuff” he says kissing your cheek.

You jump before you turn around and face him “thanks also maybe don’t give me a heart attack next time”

He chuckles “I can’t help it”

You roll your eyes and laugh as you walk into the a room that you hadn’t been in or checked as you see a walker that was tied to a bed post.

You took a deep breath before you used your sword to slice its head off before turning around walking out and hearing little bells behind you.

You turn and see a little kitten, maybe 3 weeks old, following close behind you and stops and sits when you see it.

You pick it up and it meows at you and your heart became so full with love..wait you had to show Bruno he always wanted a cat of his own.

“ Bruno” you call entering the living room and see him sitting on the couch looking at the floor.

“Yes my Lo-“ he stops once he locks eyes with the kitten in your hands and he sprints up off the couch and takes the tiny creature from you.

“KITTYYYY” Bruno shrieks “I think I love you you are cute oh my”

You giggle as he goes all heart eyes on the tiny cat and you try to take back the kitty before Bruno snatched it away from you “my kitty”.

“Ok ok, just know I’ll raise him with you” you say

“I know, I wonder what I’m gonna call you…MAYBE SAM or SAMMY” he says and you giggle.

Yep he certainly was a cat person.

Amy:

Your arm was hurting from the amount of swinging of your weapon you had been doing this past day.

Now that you think about it, you don’t think you have had any rest.

“Hey Ames why don’t we seek shelter for the night and rest yeah?” You say

“Great idea, I’m dying” she says as she groans rubbing her joints.

You two make it into an apartment and block the door just in case anything was trying to get in while you were resting.

You then start to clean out the apartment top to bottom, you couldn’t live a night if it was filthy.

You hardcore cleaned benches, tables and couches as Amy took the rooms.

Once you were done you were just waiting on Amy to finish up herself.

You hear footsteps and look up from the floor and see Amy but she had a companion.

It was an older looking dog not young but not old enough. She smiles.

“I found him while I was cleaning, the owner didn’t make it and I uh…” she trailed off.

You knew what she was going to ask, she was gonna ask you if you guys could keep it. You knew she loved dogs and had some of her own in her family before the outbreak.

You had actually been thinking about telling her she could get a dog, well looks like you can now give her an answer.

“Actually, lately I have been thinking that you can have a dog” you say and her eyes widened.

“Are you serious, so can I keep him” she says with hope.

You smile and laugh a little “yes I am and yes you may”

She leaps into you and gives you the biggest hug she has ever given you.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you” she said as she pays the floor next to her and the dog goes straight to her.

“What are you gonna do and him” you say

“He already has a name” she says

“And what is it” you ask

“….Carlos”

The end

[hushroomloser]

Chris Evans short story part 3

Pairing: ReaderxChrisEvans 

Request: Meeeee 

Prompt: “I’m sorry I thought you were somebody else”

Warning(s): I’m a first-time writer

Word count: 1253 words

A/N: Hey online strangers, I wrote the first part a while back and have the rest of the story in my drive but have never posted it. This story I wrote way back in 2019 :'(. I will be posting at random times if you stay and read it thank you so much. Enjoy xoxox - I have no idea how many parts this story and technically I haven’t an ending yet. 

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And on cue, his phone rang, It was her. He was surprised, they broke up months ago. Why would she be calling him now? 

He wasn’t ready so he let it go to voice mail. He couldn’t concentrate anymore his mind was going into what-if mode. Those what-if thoughts somehow wondered off to the girl from the coffee shop. He would be lying to himself if he said that she didn’t make his heart skip a beat. The way she looked at him, it made him melt a little. He’s amazing at puppy love. 

Just when his thoughts were not consumed by Catherine, she called again. “She must want something important for her to call me”. Gazing at the phone he debated with himself, should he or shouldn’t he. Why would she even be calling at this time and after all these months? She broke it off and never looked back.

The evening sun cast shadows in his lovely one bedroom apartment. The production company had given him to option of staying at the hotel near the filming location but he had eyed this place months before. It had a beautiful fire place, next to it was a small dining room and the kitchen facing the the fire place. His room right down the hallway next to the front door. This was 110% better than any hotel room. It felt cozy, warm and a backyard for dodger. 

His aching heart was slowly growing in pain, he saw this place for them. His brows drew together, and in a frown of confusion and a little annoyance, he took a big bite of his casserole. Again, for the hundred times today, his thoughts wondered to the girl from the coffee shop. She was beautiful, and her smile. A smile that would make anything and anyone melt. The way she looked at him was out of this world, he knew that it was just starstruckness and shyness playing on that gaze but he was enchanted, truly enchanted. And he now hated himself again. For someone with a broken heart, he was amazing at falling for strangers every two seconds. Maybe that is why it never worked with her. He shook his head and headed to the shower. 

….. 

The morning came quickly, too quickly she thought. She couldn’t sleep. She had the unhealthy idea to go into a rabbit hole of videos and anything she could consume that was under 10 min. She wondered if she was starstruck or starting to get an unattainable crush on someone who was obviously out of her league. 

His beautiful eyes and his voice didn’t help, and remembering her awkwardness about the situation won the battle last night. She tossed and turned all night replaying the events in her head, thinking of better ways it could have turned out. She really was weird like that, she did need to work on that. Not be affected by the tiny things that did not matter but yet there she was cursing to the skies and all the gods above.  

She was what we may call not a morning person, which was the understatement of the year. The snooze queen. The why god? Why so early? The,  I rather sleep than do anything. The, my bed is my only true love ( other than Zeus obviously). 

Basically, SHE did not enjoy mornings and took her a solid hour to five to be able to leave this ghostly self that was her morning personality. However she loved routines, and she followed hers religiously. Wake up, Water with Sun, Play with pet, Bathroom, do Yoga or run, email with a smoothie, shower, get ready for the day, breakfast at a coffee place while finishing emails, and buy coffee for friends. 

Every morning, she would follow this, she did not know exactly why she had to do all these steps but some say it is healthy for you. Unless healthy means lack of intimate time with your bed then yes very healthy indeed. 

Her apartment was a modest and cozy thing, a Loft-style condo, it was a gem out of all gems. She really struck gold. She was living with Lizzy and her fiancee before finding this place, on a random Tuesday morning on her run she saw it. She got it the same day, in her sweaty workout clothes she stormed into her friend's room screaming that she found the best place ever. Industrial style with a twist of rustic. She had spent all weekend buying things for her new home, forcing Oliver and Lizzy to help.

When you entered through the main door, the spacious foyer had been converted into a cozy library-living room for guests. In front of the living room was a tiny space for her, her painting, her drawing, her wackiness just her. She decorated it in a way that it would fit all and everything she ever loved to do or will want to do. Left of her kid's playroom as Oliver called it was a big enough kitchen table where no one ate on. As much as she loved to cook for her friends, they all ended up eating on the couch and watching some random show or movie. Your mini office next to the kitchen had been redecorated to fit a very girly aesthetic. But ended up being a very unflattering unicorn barf of mitch match colours. Only one thing she could do; hide that disgusting wallpaper that she chose with books, plenty of books. 

She headed out the door ready to face a new day when arriving at her favourite coffee shop she decided or rather on a whim to go back to that shop she met him. She didn’t know why but she enjoyed their french vanilla a bit better. 

Wow! she thought, lying is not my strongest point I should probably work on that, mentally eye-rolling herself. 

She knew exactly why she went back there, even if her rational brain had been working overtime. He won’t be there, she thought. Why would he? He looked like he was in a rush. Why am I even going there? Pacing back in forth on the sidewalk. People started to give her the side eye.

She knew she was going to be late since the shop was further away from the hospital than her usual one. 

“Hey Iz, I will be like a few minutes late is that okay?”, her nose wrinkled at the thought of being late. And finding a good excuse to tell Lizzy. “… yeah something like that. Don’t worry I will have your usual order, yes thank you”, hanging up the phone, surprised at the fact that she did not question her about why she would be late. 

I mean I hate mornings but I make it a point to be early, thinking to herself. Unlike Lizzy, she would say better late than never to which I would always reply, I am surprised you are a working doctor, how in the world have they not fired you yet is surprising. 

Having now won the mental war, she was resolved, she was going to go. And like magic, her shaky legs started to walk in the direction of the coffee place. For the first time in what felt like forever her heart had taken control of her body. 

She put on her headphones, which will take her an extra ten minutes, she decided to take this beautiful and alone time and enjoy her morning commute. 

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I thought I was on a roll welp not really I had to heavily edit this and all but please enjoy

Another meet cue is coming I am just trying to make it as natural as possible.

constructive criticism is very much appreciated, thank you.

xoxox

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[gar-a-ash]

Most of the time I have the dogs in crates in the room to sleep (Reese to deal with his anxiety-based aggression, Tassie because she's still a puppy and fucking annoying) but sometimes if they're being good I'll let them sleep loose in the room. Last night was one of those nights, and we have about a foot of ice on the roof that's slowly been breaking off and slamming into the ground with enough force to shake the house, and every time it happened last night Reese would leap onto the bed to shield me with his body, shaking and trembling the whole while and growling at the roof to protect me.

Which, obviously sweet. My fucking heart melted every time. Unfortunately, so did my lungs because I had a hundred pounds shepherd laying on my chest until I finally gave in and locked him in his crate to curb the patrol mode.

Going to work retail two days before Christmas on three hours of sleep? Fuck it, let's fucking go boys.

[lifetimeshipper]

The Wolf-Con and the Cadet

Chapter 20

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"Welcome to my first of many Decepticon Empires," Glowstrike announces with a grin as she reveals herself.

"You won't get away with this, Glowstrike!" Bumblebee retorted.

"Oh, but I already have."

"What have you done with Metalsound and Steeljaw?" Strongarm asked.

"Not sure why you would be concerned about those two but they're in stasis pods," Glowstrike responded. "That glitch will be out of my way so I can take Thunderhoof back," she mumbled.

Windblade transforms to plane mode and flies around overhead, distracting the guards while the others attack before escaping. Strongarm gave one final glance to Windblade before following the others.

"Get them, you imbeciles!" Glowstrike shouts to the other 'Cons. The Decepticons ran out while one of them was carrying an unconscious Windblade.

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"Toolbox, which way is the room where the stasis pods are being held?" Strongarm asks wanting to find Steeljaw and get him out.

"Strongarm, do you think it's wise to release him?" Bumblebee asks her with concern.

"With all due respect, Lieutenant, he is my mate now and I love him. I need to free him." Toolbox tells Strongarm where the pods are. "Besides, if anyone is to punish and throw Steeljaw into a pod it's me," she jokes as she begins to run in the direction where Toolbox pointed.

Strongarm finds the room where the stasis pods are and she looks for the one that Steeljaw is in. Once she finds it she opens it to let the Wolf-Con out. Steeljaw opens his optics and sees Strongarm standing in front of him, "Strongarm? What are you doing here?"

Strongarm doesn't say anything, she just punches him really hard causing him to fly back into the pod. He shakes his helm and looks at her, "Wow, they didn't call you Strongarm for nothing. But, why did you punch me?"

"That was for making me your mate without telling me or getting my consent first."

"Oh, you know about that?"

"Yes," Strongarm replied as she walked over to the pod where Metalsound was. She opens the pod and Metalsound steps out.

Metalsound starts snarling, "I'm gonna kill that glitch," she says as she goes over to Thunderhoof's pod to let him out. Once the pod is open and Thunderhoof is awake she hugs him.

"We need to get going," Strongarm announces as she walks over to Steeljaw. "But we're gonna have a big discussion later," she says looking upset.

"I know," Steeljaw replies looking like a sad puppy.

Her upset look turned into relief as she kissed him, "But I am glad you're alright," she said before turning to run out of the room with Steeljaw and the other two running out right behind her. "I think I know where she may be heading," Strongarm said as she made a turn into the main room for the ventilation system. The other three followed her.

They all ran into the ventilation system room and Metalsound leaped into action by biting into Glowstrike's already wounded shoulder. Glowstrike growled when Optimus, Bumblebee, and the Mini-Cons all tried to get her to let go of her weapons. Strongarm runs up and punches her while Steeljaw gets her from behind, they all help in taking her down.

They manage to get Glowstrike down causing her to let go of the Decepticon Hunters. Slowly she got back up, snarling at the group, "Do you really think you can -!?" She was cut off when she felt her feet get stuck into the ground. She looks up to see Bumblebee with the Decepticon Hunters and he made fire to melt the metal followed by ice to freeze it so she's stuck in place.

"Now let's get out of here before the stasis bomb goes off!"

"Lieutenant wait, what about Steeljaw and Thunderhoof? Will they have to stay and be put back into stasis?" Strongarm asks while holding Steeljaw's arm concerned for her mate.

"We'll discuss that once we all get out of here," he told her as he transformed. With his tires screeching he drove off. Metalsound flew after the lieutenant with Thunderhoof right behind her. The others followed and they all headed to the boat and got off the ship just before the bomb went off.

"Why are those three still here?" Sideswipe asked, pointing his thumb to Thunderhoof, Soundwave, and Steeljaw. Oddly enough, Soundwave had stayed put.

"Both Thunderhoof and Steeljaw are mates with Metalsound and Strongarm now, I don't think we can put them into stasis, and Soundwave did help us," Bumblebee replies. Optimus, Ratchet, and Windblade decide to go with the Alchemer to return the prisoners to Cybertron, as well as find out what's going on there. 

They all say their farewells before heading off in different directions. "When we get back to the scrapyard we will discuss what we're gonna do with these three," Bumblebee says as they head off. "But in the meantime, they will have to be cuffed."

As they all made their way back, Metalsound and Strongarm stayed close to their mates.

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This is the end of this storybook, but don't worry the story will continue, it's just gonna be continuing in another storybook.

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Chapter 1

Next book

[lovetique]

what hopefulness there was in her eye slowly vanishes as doe gaze watches intently, resulting in it being easy to catch the way marcus looks away from her. almost believing him until it was that one action that aided in her vibrant intuition and inkling that he was fibbing to her. part of her wanted to be upset about it, but then again, she did just say to herself that she'll understand if he's not comfortable with it. which is what she assumes is the reason he's putting it off, but what if it's more than that? realizes she's probably reading way too deep into the way his expressions write themselves across his visage and stops herself. "okay, yeah. i understand. like you said... it's probably better that way." she gently nods, trying to accept it even if her own gaze trails off and resembles the same way sad golden retriever puppies look.

"or maybe you're just taller than majority of the population." she sasses him back in her claim (even if he's right), softly laughing in glee as elena's arms cling to his neck and legs wrap around his waist. loves being carried a little too much. tanned fingers folded over the nape of his neck, slipping through his locks when he slowly puts her down and she pushes her care bear slippers off her feet. eyes watch him curiously, maybe even cautiously out of pure instinct. always in some type of automatic survival mode. even involuntarily flinching when his knuckles brush against her cheek, despite this touch so trustworthy. same cheek that had been smacked hours earlier, an entirely different touch by a different hand. it stung and had her jaw aching for a long while until it faded. but it's fine, according to her. because she retaliated and scratched at her boyfriend's face in return. melting into this touch, forgotten yet again what it felt like to be treated so gently, she freezes to it and has her silently wanting to chase for more. just like always whenever his hands find her skin.

"me?" voice softly asks, eyes softening in surprise tenderly brightening her gaze. who else? what a dumb question, mentally kicking herself. cheeks heat up red underneath his touch at the embarrassment of the silly word that blurted from her, it's just difficult to believe even with him staring at her like that. kind touches and kind words, two things she never exchanges with her boyfriend. once his hand lastly tucks away some stray curls behind her ear, elena quickly takes advantage to get out of his line of sight before he realizes how rosy her cheeks feel. moves to busy her hands by grabbing for his blanket when he moves to climb in the bed, pulling the other side over marcus. thoughtfully making sure he gets blankets as well to ensure he'll be warm too.

smaller body gets pulled into bigger one, putting another dimply smile on angelic face. just as she's settling in on her side, tucking arm under her head, he speaks again. registering his words, brows shoot up in surprise once they process. "...you changed your mind? why?" voice comes out shocked, head quickly tilting back to stare up at him in the dim light, wondering what caused the change of heart. "i'd love for you to be there, marcus." immediately reassuring, then further explaining her inner thoughts, "i just didn't press for it... in case it made you uncomfortable. i didn't want to make you feel that way, but if you really want to i'd really love that." bright grin adorns her soft features, warm eyes beaming up at the other, lifting a hand to poke his cheek. then giggles unexpectedly erupt from the confines of her chest at the news about him hating pb&j. "thanks for being honest, pb&j hater." she teases, finger slipping under his chin while his gaze has shifted towards the ceiling, even though she really does appreciate his honesty. "tell me what do you like. i bet i can turn anything into a heart. pancakes, waffles, even french toast probably."

when this first began, there was an unspoken line drawn in the sand - no strings attached. no strings meant no mess. marcus held firm to an intention that he was happy to live with this. he could keep elena in a metaphorical arm’s reach, and she could go back to her boyfriend whenever she wanted. his heart would never be involved because no strings meant no strings to be tangled. he was happy to be second place because he agreed to it. he could never lose her, because he never had her. it all seemed so perfectly simple in theory, but it all unspooled in practice. something in her had touched something in him, deeply, and although it could change nothing, it changed everything. he knew that couldn’t feel this way about her for no reason. he was meant to, he was sure of it. even if this tore him in half at the finish line, their strings were very much intertwined. her suggestion of a cloak and dagger operation just to see her outside of this apartment makes him go cold. it’s not her intention, he knows this, yet it’s no comfort. but, he had to continue to remind himself that this was the deal. he was supposed to be the one hidden in the shadows, to sit in the back of the room where he belonged — it feeling like a punishment now couldn’t matter. it wasn’t her fault that he felt this way, even though simultaneously, it was entirely her fault. “i just remembered there’s an exhibition on saturday that i should be at. i did some restorative work and… it’s just good to show my face.” he doesn’t meet her eyes when he says this, because it’s not all entirely true. there was an exhibition, yes. he had done work for it, yes. but, there was nothing saying that had to be there. regardless of any reminder of where he stood in her life, marcus cannot reconcile not even being worthy of a glance from her in public.

he’s completely moony at the sight of elena with her arms extended out to him, eyes wide and doe. takes a mental photo the scene in front of him, committing it to memory. “not that i don’t appreciate it, but have you realized that a majority of the population is just taller than you?” a laugh escapes his lips as he quickly obliges, lifting her up her small frame with ease and carrying her over the threshold to his bedroom. he was thankful of the fact that he was a relatively neat person, as the only thing out of place in his room was merely his half-slept in sheets. marcus sets her down on his mattress with a kind of care that makes him chuckle to himself, as if she were made of pure porcelain. his gaze anchors on her here, and he’s stopped in his tracks. the moonlight is skimming through his blinds and has illuminated her face perfectly. marcus could swear that his entire heart lurched into his throat. brings a knuckle up to her cheek, softly tracing a pattern on the delicate skin. god, looking at her felt like drowning. “you’re so beautiful,” he breathes, unaware that the thought had floated out of his mouth at all until he realized his lips were moving. there’s a pregnant pause as he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. shaking his head, he decides to break this tension, and his gaze, before he is completely swept away by her undertow. climbing in next to her, marcus immediately pulls her into his chest, wrapping a protective arm around her frame. he suddenly has a morbid thought that he could rot here; sit frozen still until his muscles atrophied, wait the eons it would take until the earth reclaims him, just as long this moment wouldn’t slip away. “about saturday,” he starts, “i can skip the exhibit. if you really want me there, i’ll be there,” words are steadfast as he stealing a quick glance at her before returning his gaze to the ceiling. “and, i feel like i have to be honest and tell you that i hate pb&j.”

[theowritesstuff]

Werewolf Steve Headcanons

Read my vampire eddie headcanons here

If you have any thoughts or requests for werewolf steve and vampire eddie, leave them in my inbox!

NSFW BELOW THE CUT (also sfw, everything will be marked)

Warnings: chaining someone up (non-smut), smut, p in v, oral (afab receiving)

SFW Fluff

Steve Harrington the werewolf (gives me major remus vibes obviously) he’s essentially like a puppy

Sometimes you call him puppy, like as a nickname

Man is infatuated with you, and doesn’t hide it

He’ll nuzzle his face in your neck

He’ll hold your hand and play with your fingers

He’s just super affectionate

He practically purrs if you play with his hair. His eyes will roll back, and he’ll look dazed

He likes to leave little bites on you, claiming you as his. His teeth aren’t nearly as sharp as eddie’s fangs, but they’re still sharp enough to leave a mark

SFW Angst

He gets more moody as the full moon gets closer, getting more irritated by his friends when they’re snarky with him

He may say some harsh things to you, but you know he doesn’t mean them

On nights where there’s a full moon he makes you chain him to the wall

He’s so scared that he’s going to hurt you when he changes

It hurts your heart to see his wrists in the shackles bolted to the wall (steve made some, with the help of eddie of course) but he knows it’s for your safety

He begs you to leave his house after he’s chained up, scared he might break free and hurt you

You stay with him though, ready to take care of him the next morning

He wakes up human again, and has fresh cuts along his arms and chest from where he tried to claw his way out

You’re there with towels and antiseptic as soon as he wakes up

You quickly un-chain him, he kind of struggles to stand and walk around because his body is hurt and tired

You take care of all his wounds, and spend the day in bed with him, softly running your hand through his hair, and holding him in your arms

NSFW

If it’s closer to the full moon, Steve’s in charge. He feels the need to have control over something in his life, and if you let it be you, he’ll take it

Of course he’s still concerned with your safety, he knows he’s stronger than he looks, and the last thing he wants to do is to hurt you

If you try to tell him it’s okay to be rough, he’ll need to you confirm that you’re sure about a dozen times

At that point it’s really just going to be about making the both of you cum as many times as he can

He’ll spend all the time he can between your legs, pounding into you, all while you slowly just turn into a puddle under him

Once he’s finished he immediately jumps into aftercare mode, cleaning you up, running you a bath (and carrying you there because your legs are like jelly at this point)

If it’s not near the full moon, he’ll usually let you have control

He loves it when you ride him, feeling you around him as you control the pace

Call him “good boy” and he melts

Sometimes if he’s feeling needy he’ll nip at your neck and you’ll know what he wants

“You’ve been a good boy, want a treat?”

Which ends up with him on his knees eating you out for a while

He leaves little bruises on your thighs, and just watches you above him with his big brown eyes as you keep a hand locked in his hair, guiding him where you want him

He could just lap at your folds forever, taking everything you give him

[gaysimpsstuff]

can you write a drabble of s/o age regressing after a scary situation and maybe hawks or dabi (whatever you feel) hugging them and just general fluff and comfort? I totally understand if you don't wanna write this so no pressure!!

Yeppers! As someone who experiences something similar to age regression/ little space, this will be based on my own experiences

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Type: headcanons/drabble

Warnings: Age regression/little space, crying, Manga spoilers for Dabi's backstory, reader being adorable

Other: I'm not %100 sure if I'd call my experience 'little space,' it's something that only showed up in the past year or so. Also, I usually only go into 'little space' when I'm very happy or comfortable or I'm doing something childish, and even after talking to people who actually age regress, I'm not sure what to call my experience.

Fluff Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Touya Todoroki/Dabi-

I feel like he doesn't understand it at first; like mans has never even heard of people who age regress until he met you.

When you first mentioned it to him, he was so confused.

"Okay so- hang on what?"

The first time you actually do it in front of him he literally has no idea what to do, he's so confused and probably more scared than you are.

He has the best intentions, but he did lock you in a room and call Toga for advice when you started to cry.

When you got big again, you were pissed.

And reasonably so.

It took a while, but he eventually got used to your little space and figured out what to do when you did this.

There was a point where he tried to deny how cute he thought it was- you acting like a child and doing childlike things.

He uses it as an opportunity to atone for the things he did as a child to his younger siblings, and as a way to feel like he can actually take care of something.

"Y/n, I'm back!" The door swung shut behind him as he stepped into your apartment, looking around, he couldn't see you. The whole place was a mess, books torn off their shelves and even some broken dishes in the kitchen.

Dabi frowned, he'd seen your apartment like this a couple of times before, usually what happens when you absolutely can't take it anymore.

He peeked inside your room, finding you sprawled on top of the sheets with your clothes still on, fast asleep.

He wished you'd called him, he knew he told you he was on a mission and not to bother him but if you had called he would've dropped anything and everything to appear by your side to comfort you throughout whatever caused this. He crept into your bedroom quietly, pulling the blankets you had kicked onto the ground up and over your body, turning the lights off.

He sighed, grabbing the broom and sweeping up the glass from the broken plate, and throwing it away. He put everything back in its place, even vacuuming the carpet so it was nice and soft when you woke up.

He was just finishing wiping down the counters when he heard you coming out of the bedroom. He turned his head to see you waddling towards him, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"Touya?" you murmured, looking up at him "What are you doing here?"

"I live here too, y'know, it's only natural I come here in my free time," he explained. He felt your arms wrap around him, face pressing into his back.

"Warm..." your voice was soft, and he had to stop himself from burying his face into his arms to escape from the pure ball of cuteness that was hugging him. "Wanna cuddle."

He glanced over his shoulder at you, finding you staring up at him with a pout on your face, oh yeah you were definitely in 'smol mode' as he sometimes called it.

"Wanna cuddle, hm? Sorry baby you gotta wait until I'm finished cleaning."

"Nooooooo" you whined, slowly sliding down his body until you were clutching his leg. "Want cuddles!"

"Just let me fini-"

"Do that later! Cuddles now!"

Dabi chuckled, pressing a hand to his face.

"I can't- I just can't you're too cute like this." He shook his head, laughing now. "Okay fine, I'll cuddle you ya clingy lil baby~"

"Yayyy!" you were on your feet a moment later, arms in the air, giggling "I wanna wear your coat!" you pointed at his jacket, and he chuckled again, shrugging it off his shoulders and flinging it onto your back, helping your arms into the sleeves that were just a little too big for your body.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, looking down at you, he only saw pure love and admiration staring back up at you.

He had to protect this little bundle of joy in his life, this human that made him feel so happy, he would never let anything bad happen to you. When you were big again, he'd ask you what happened, and he'd make sure you'd call him if you were ever stressed.

But he did like the adorable faces you made when you were little.

Keigo Takami/Hawks-

He's a pro hero, he's done his research; so he knows what 'little space' is before he meets you.

But I can promise the commission probably made it seem like something gross, but you're his partner, he knows you're not some horrible person, so maybe he understands age regression wrong.

So.

Many.

Questions.

Like constant questions- it almost feels like he's interrogating you, like seriously it's getting old, Keigo

But he's so precious you kind of have to answer his questions.

Like Dabi, he finds you acting little to be the most adorable thing in the world, sometimes he leaves kid's stuff around the house hoping to trigger your little space so he can hold you and play with you.

He thinks of it as practice for when the two of you have children

The one day Keigo has off, to regrow his wings, all he really wants to do it sleep. Just lay in bed, wrapped up in his blankets and just dream and nap and snore and do nothing.

But little ole you had other plans.

"Keigooooooooo!"

The blonde bird boy shot upright in bed upon hearing your distressed call. He sped down the hall into the living room, panicked, only to find you sitting on the carpet with a box of crayons next to you, a coloring book open, page half filled in.

You looked up at Keigo with wide tear-filled eyes, shakily holding up the blue crayon snapped in half. Your lower lip quivered as you whimpered.

"I-it broke!" you cried, "I'm sorry it broke, Kei!" Keigo melted on the spot, slightly annoyed that you woke him up for something so small, but also-

Holy fuck you were just the cutest thing in the world.

He hoped your only stress would forever be broken crayons.

"It's okay, Y/n, things break sometimes, you're not in trouble." he cooed, sitting down next to you and patting your head.

"But- but it broke!" you exclaimed, sniffling

"It still functions though, doesn't it?" He scooched the coloring book closer to you, and you pressed the pointed end of the crayon against the paper, coloring the smiling puppy dog's nose blue.

You lit up, a bright smile spreading across your face, you cheered, bouncing up and down and hugging Keigo.

"It still works! It still works, Kei!" he giggled, holding you close to his body and enjoying the way you laughed.

"That's right! There's nothing that can't be resolved!" He pressed a kiss to your cheek, but couldn't hold himself back from attacking your entire face with little kisses.

"Keiiii noooo that tickles!" you giggled, pushing at him gently.

"One more? Please, baby?" he pleaded, pouting a little.

"Okiii!" you sat up, pressing your lips to his, pulling back with a laugh. "Can I have a juice box?"

"Of course," Keigo's face softened, you were just too precious, too cute, to perfect.

He really did hope the only thing you'd ever worry about was the crayon.

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So this is from the bit i’m working on for Chapter 2 (technically chapter 3 on AO3) of the werewolf AU. This is some self indulgent writing because all I wanted was to write date night for Kit and Staci lol

It’s a little long so I’ll put it under the cut:

The sun was slowly sinking behind the Whitetails, the sky painted in orange and dusky red and pink. Her shift was finally over, another day and still no closer to figuring out what really happened to the poor bastard who’d washed up at Adelaide’s. Kit headed across the parking lot towards her jeep parked in the far corner, army green and wheels caked in mud, with everything going on she'd been more interested in going outside and working off her anxious energy than about getting it clean.

She swung her keys around her finger,  the jingling of metal on metal and the heavy ricochet off them of the old bullet casing she'd made into a key chain stopped her from hearing Staci’s rushed footsteps towards her. She was more interested in getting home, kicking off her boots and laying on the couch to chill out with some tunes and a beer.

When he caught up to her, his breathing was rapid.  He'd been chasing her down for several minutes and unlike her he didn't keep up with running as a preferred mode of exercise.“You coming out for drinks with me,” he asked breathlessly. He tried to keep his speech steady, but it was clear he had just put on a sprint.

She caught her keys in her hand and looked at him with narrowed eyes. He was clearly interested in her if he was willing to ruin his hair by running at a brisk pace.“You want to see me again?” 

He flinched intuitively at her stare like a rabbit who noticed the eyes of a coyote about to pounce. He brushed his fingers through his hair acting as though he were unfazed and didn't have just the tiniest bit of a crush on her.

“Course. I’d be an idiot not to.”

She certainly had no reason not to see Staci again, in all fairness he had every right to act jealous about what had happened at Jacob’s door and she had long since forgiven him for being short with her. At this point few others were knocking down her door for a date and despite the fact that they had little in common he made her laugh and that was more than most people could do. It didn't hurt of course that she also thought he was cute, a little vain maybe, but he was harmless.

“You know I’m not much for small talk.”

He followed as she kept walking, her legs stretching in long, sure strides. “Fine by me, mouths can do other things than talk.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and winked.

Kit sneered, groaning at his terrible smooth line.

He laughed and shrugged off her reaction. “What? I had to try.”

She was surprised that he liked to try so hard with her. She was used to him running his mouth and then sticking his foot in it to make things worse. It still was a shock that he even cared to bother with her.

“You’re a dumbass.”

He looked at her with big, brown puppy dog eyes. Putting on a look of innocence as though candy wouldn't melt in his mouth. “A cute one though, right?”

She stopped and pressed the palm of her hand to his cheek, the scruff of his beard scratching at her skin. Her normally flat expression gave way to a nearly non-existent grin. “Not that cute.” She patted his cheek and then continued walking. 

He was already standing beside his hulking green pick up as she kept walking towards the far end of the parking lot. She hated the thing though she would never say it to his face. It was garish at best and she was honestly a little surprised that shade of green wasn't made only available for sports cars. It was the type of neon green that yelled at people to notice the driver. She knew Staci tended to use overconfidence to hide his insecurities but Jesus, that truck took it one step too far.

She shielded her eyes for a moment from the blindingly bright truck and pulled the scrunchie from her hair, her bun uncoiled and her auburn hair spilled free down her back. The tension headache was already starting to fade.

He called to her down the parking lot, “You know I hate to see you go, Cross. But I love to watch you walk away."

She looked back over her shoulder, her face twisted in mock disgust. “Ugh, where do you get your lines from?” 

He threw his keys up in the air and caught them laughing to himself. “Friday after work?”

She rolled her eyes, he was nothing if not persistent. “Fine. Eight o’clock!”

The way he smiled though, his whole face could light up. His brown eyes glowing amber in the fading sun. The way his eyebrow would lift and his scar would be made more prominent.

“Eight is perfect!”

What he saw in her she could never tell. Was it the fact that she was a new face and thus had less knowledge of his past in Hope County, less expectations of him? Or was it that she was just pretty enough for him to be willing to make her another notch on his bed? 

She threw him a thumbs up as she swung open the door of her jeep and climbed inside. 

Or maybe she was just trying to find reasons to end it before it got too serious, before she might have to feel something, because Lord knew that was something she'd always been good at.