#Snap the Teddy Bear-Trap

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Messy baby (drabble)

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: smut

warnings: mommy kink, pegging, reader calls hyunjin's hole a cunt, baby talk (take a shot every time they say mommy)

a/n: credits for the idea to my bestie Caitlin @moonchild9350💙

Right after Hyunjin ended his live, you were next to him kissing him silly for being such a cutie and he eagerly reciprocated all your increasingly passionate kisses.

The innocent cuteness agression you had for your boyfriend grew into something hungrier and messier as you made out with him.

Hyunjin whimpered into your mouth, clutching at his teddy as you circled your tongue around his, sucking on it.

"M-mommy, I need you."- he looks at you cutely through his glasses.

"You need mommy to fill her good baby up, hm?"- you smirk, caressing his soft hair.

"Yes mommy, please!"- he whines a little and you instruct him to take off his pants and kneel on the bed.

Hyunjin does as he's told, reaching for his glasses next.

"Leave those on. Mommy likes them on you."- you smirk and he nods, pouting cutely.

"Okay."- he kneels on the bed, his arms still wrapped around the teddy bear.

Your strap is ready and lubed, and you kneel behind him, caressing his supple flesh. Hyunjin shivers in anticipation, wiggling his hips towards you.

"You wanna hold onto your teddy, hm?"- you lean over him and he nods, looking up at you with an innocent look in his eyes.

"Yes mommy, can I?"- he swallows and you smile at him softly, the tip of your cock massaging his entrance as you caress his hair.

"Sure you can."- you say, the tip slowly breaching his fluttering hole.

"Mm, mommy please!"- he whines, pushing back into you as he clutches the teddy.

"What do you want baby? You want mommy to fuck your tight little cunt?"- you smirk, lifting his shirt up, your fingertips teasingly running down his spine before you grip the flesh on his ass.

"Ah, yes mommy, please fuck your Hyune!"- he almost cries and you smirk, pushing your cock inside him slowly, his little hole stretching open to take your whole length.

"You're gonna be a good boy and cum when mommy allows you, right?"- you snap your hips into him, cock hitting his prostate with each strong thrust.

"Yes, yes, only when mommy says!"- he whimpers, his legs already shaking as he buries his nose into his favorite teddy, the scent comforting to him.

Your hands are gentle on his back and waist, a contrast to the brutal onslaught of your hips, fucking your shape into his asshole.

Hyunjin is a drooling, whimpering mess, his glasses askew as half of his face remains pushed into the pillow and his plushie, the drool from his lips slipping onto the teddy's fur.

"M-mommy, please!"- he cries at your relentless pace, your praises sweet as you fuck him senseless.

"Hold on a little more. Be a good boy."- you warn him but Hyunjin can't listen, not when you're fucking him that good.

"I-I c-a-an't! Ah!"- he sobs as his body spasms, his cum coming out in spurts onto his teddy and the blanket below him.

"Are you making a mess for mommy?"- you coo at him, wrapping your hand around his cock and milking him as he rides his high.

"Yes mommy, I'm making a mess for you!"- he whines, tears spilling down his cheeks.

"Such a messy baby."- you smirk as his cock becomes limp in your hand.

"Are you mad at me mommy?"- he sniffles, his hands digging into the teddy bear that's still trapped in his hold.

"No, I'm not mad. I'll let you off easy this time. Mommy's proud that her good boy came untouched."- you say, your hands roaming on his body as you lean down to kiss his shoulder.

"Thank you mommy!"- Hyunjin whimpers, his eyes sparkly as he looks at you.

"But if you do this again, you better be sure that mommy will punish you."

✨Taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg @velvetmoonlght @hwanghyunjinismybae @jehhskz @laylasbunbunny @porangporangmeong

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sum of All 11

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Steve Rogers

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you are given an unexpected assignment.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Thor guides you through the immense house as your awe struggles to keep up with your feet. He turns you through another arched doorway and at once, you’re met with a tidal wave of fear as two terrifying dark eyes glare back at you over the snarl of long teeth. You yipe and through your hands up, teetering on your short heels. 

Your heart pounds against your lungs, pinching off the flow of blood to your head as you gape at the large beast before you. Your eyes roll back as you feel yourself tipping backwards. The room evaporates into the black cloud that speckles across your vision. 

You’re trapped in the thick dusk, spinning in the dark, until a flicker of light tweaks at your consciousness. Your ears itch as voices drone around you. Your own scrapes dryly in your throat as you groan. 

“What did you do?” Rogers’s rocky growl has your eyes snapping open. 

“I was only showing her the place,” Thor answers with amusement. “She just sort of... toppled over, like a bowling pin.” 

“Why the hell do you have that thing?” Rogers’s huffs. 

You shift, your head lolling on Rogers’ arm as he cradles you around your shoulders. You flick your lashes, clearing away the haze, and once more are met with the most horrifying animal you’ve ever seen. The big brown bear is posed in attack, paws in the air, claws exposed, teeth gleaming in light in a silent roar. 

“Ahhh,” you cry out again. 

Rogers looks down at you and Thor guffaws, “it is harmless, lady. Dead for some time,” he goes to slap the creature’s shoulder. You babble and shake your head. 

“You alright?” Rogers asks. 

You look at him, speechless. Embarrassed now that you realise what happened. You fainted over a glorified teddy bear. As you look at the bear, it’s not as scary, more sad. 

You press your hands to the floor and sit up out of Rogers’ arm. He stays as he is, on one knee, looming. You rub your forehead, “sorry, I was surprised.” 

“You could’ve warned her,” Rogers barks at Thor. Another chuckle. 

“She is just fine.” 

“Is she?” Rogers retorts. “Did she--” he stops and looks at you, “did you hit your head?” 

“I caught her before she could crash,” Thor assures. 

“Hey,” Rogers ignores him, “you good?” 

“Fine,” you bend your legs and sigh. “I just think I need some water. Long drive in.” 

“Oh Rogers, you fret too much,” Thor leans his arm over the shoulder of the bear, “we can always find another accountant. My brother is gifted with numbers himself--” 

“Another--” Rogers scoffs and offers his hand to help you as you get up. “Sure, we can, but that’s more time wasted.” 

“Hmm, suppose,” Thor tilts his head and narrows his eyes. At you. You look between him and the other man. “Why don’t you go get her some water and get her settled. It seems you’ve had a long day. We can begin tomorrow with fresh minds.” 

“Fine,” Rogers keeps a hold of your arm. You’re not sure he realises.  

“I’ll have someone bring you some refreshment,” Thor flutters his fingers carelessly. “I’ll see to my own woman. Surely she is missing me sorely.” 

Rogers sighs. He turns you around, dragging you by the wrist out of the room. You clack beside him in your kitten heels and nearly trip up the first step as your left shoe slips off your heel. He finally slows and lets go of you. He rubs his fingers together as if surprised at himself. 

“Come on,” he demands and continues up the stairs. 

You follow with a series of echoing taps and scurry after him down the hall. His long strides are unstoppable, his posture unbendable. He is just as scary as the bear. 

He opens a door and backs up to point inside. You hurry up and enter ahead of him. He follows and slams it behind him. You jump and turn to face him. 

“Sir, I didn’t mean to--” 

“He shouldn’t have that thing. It’s cruel,” he snips. 

You silence. You’re relieved that he isn’t upset with you. You’ve seen what happens to people who set him off. The thought makes you wobbly. 

You cautiously move toward a cushioned chaise, staying close just in case you need a soft landing. He paces as you watch. His fist balls and opens as his lips move noiselessly. His hair falls into his face and he growls and pushes it back. 

He halts and faces you, “look, you gotta be careful around here. Around these men.” 

“Yeah,” you nod. 

“No, I mean it,” he marches toward you and you tense, brows rising nearly to your hairline. “Look, you’ve seen what I can do, they can do just as bad and they’ll do worse. I got limits. Standards. Rules.” 

You nod fervently. You won’t mention that he was rabid that day. Oof, the memory makes your head feel loose on your neck. 

“Hey,” he waves his hand in your face, “don’t pass out.” 

“I’m not,” you lie. He puffs out through his nose doubtfully. 

“Anyone messes with you, tell me. I’ll do exactly what I did to the guy on the street,” he snarls. 

“What?” You murmur, your face fuzzy. He stares at you as you struggle to keep from swaying. 

“Better yet, stay close to me,” he orders as he pushes his jacket back and grips his hips. “You’re under my protection and I don’t take that lightly. I got a reputation and even Odinson isn’t gonna mess with that.” 

“Mm,” you hum and feel behind you with your fingertips. You bend your knees until you touch the cushions and you sit on the chaise, “close, I can do that.” 

“Trust me, I got a handle on it.” He turns and drops his hands, rolling his shoulders. ���All you need to worry about it the numbers, sweetheart. That’s it.” 

He removes his jacket and hangs it on a chair. He stops and looks at his hand, balls it, then punches his other, clasping his fist. He growls and exhales again. 

“Been a while since I had to play enforcer,” he snorts. 

“Enforce...” you utter as your lashes flicker. 

“Sure, you gotta work yourself up. You don’t just strut into the boss’ office and ask for a promotion,” he says. “You earn every single drop of blood.” 

“Blood,” you gurgle and lean heavily to one side, bracing yourself with one up.  

He cracks his knuckles and turns to face you, “this is a big deal but it could just as easy start a war--” 

“Erp,” you fall onto your elbow and shield your face, trying to contain your pulsing brain. 

“Woah, ho, sweetheart,” his voice lightens as he rushes over. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.” He hooks his hand under your side and helps you sit up. “Sorry if I scared ya,” he brings his other hand up to your cheek. Somehow, that isn’t a comfort. That little curve in his lips is less than reassuring. Since when does he smile? “Let’s get you laying down, huh? That pretty little head of yours needs some rest.” 

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Alexandria

Summary: Your archer was a force to be reckoned with, cunning and fearless. Well, almost fearless.

Warnings: Brief appearance of a spider

A/N: I needed some fluff and giggles after the last couple of days. Thank you, @lazyneonrabbitt for helping me shape this!

*gif is not mine

The stew you were making was causing your mouth to water. Carol gave you the recipe and you decided to make it since there was venison available from the deer Daryl had brought back the day before. Rick and Michonne would have a meal when they returned. Carl had taken Judith out to enjoy the nice weather. It was just you and Daryl. 

The archer was downstairs, most likely adjusting the strings on his crossbow or making bolts. You hadn’t seen him for a little while but as soon as the aroma of dinner made its way down, you were certain he’d come floating up the stairs like a nineties cartoon character. 

You had just added a touch more rosemary and nearly dropped the entire container in when you heard:

“MOTHERFUCKER!”

The only time you ever heard Daryl yell like that was when there was danger nearby. How anything would get into the basement without passing you was a mystery. You quickly moved the pot off the burner and grabbed a kitchen knife, bolting down the stairs. 

“Daryl?!” You burst into the your shared room, looking around frantically until you spotted him, flattened against the wall in the far corner. What in the flying monkey fuck? “Daryl?” You lowered the knife and studied him for a moment. His expression was nearly blank but there was a fear in his eyes that made you question if he was maybe half asleep and still in the clutches of a nightmare. 

“There.” He rasped and pointed across the room. You saw nothing.

“There’s nothing there, Daryl.” Now, you were really starting to worry. 

“Are ya fuckin’ shittin’ me? S’right there!” He pointed again in a more frantic gesture. 

You decided maybe you should humor him just to give him some peace of mind, bring him out of whatever terror in which he was trapped. You made your way over to the other side of the bed, turning in circles, looking up and down. 

“There’s nothing he—” That’s when you saw it. The small, dark blotch on the wall. There is absolutely no way. “Daryl. Oh my god, Daryl.”

“What?!” He barked, still tense and unmoving. 

“Daryl Dixon, are you afraid of spiders?” Your face was absolutely twitching with the need to laugh. Your boyfriend— the rugged walker-killing outdoorsman ‘mess with me and I’ll put a bolt in your eye’ archer —suffered from arachnophobia. “How?!”

“Shuddup an’ get ridda it!” He snapped, watching you warily as you laid down the knife, grabbed an empty water glass, and tore out a page from your journal. You carefully coaxed the little guy onto the paper with the edge of the glass and trapped it inside while Daryl mumbled something about sending it back to hell.

“I’ll just—take this—outside.” You stuttered as a burst of laughter threatened to tear its way from your throat. 

“It ain’t funny!” Daryl hissed, maneuvering further away as you walked by, sliding his back against the wall until his hip bumped the nightstand. 

“Nope.” You let a giggle escape and heard him growl behind you. “Not one bit funny.” When you crossed the threshold and stepped onto the stairs you couldn’t hold it in any longer, doubling over to absolutely crack up and very nearly losing your grip on the glass. 

“I swear to christ, Y/N—” You heard from behind you, coming from still very much inside the room and far away from the arachnid. 

You would never give anyone ammunition to tease him. He got enough of that for being a soft teddy bear around you. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”

[tytarax]

Lost and Found

Request by: @brethebomb2

Pairing: Kirishima Eijiro x GN!Reader x Bakugou Katsuki

Genre: Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of injury and memory loss, angst, eventual happy ending.

Word count: IDK, a lot

I literally cried writing this...

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The air in the room was thick with tension, a palpable pressure that seemed ready to burst at any moment. Kirishima stood with clenched fists, his normally bright demeanor overshadowed by a deep frown. Bakugou, on the other hand, was seething, his explosive temper barely contained as he glared daggers at the other two.

"You can't keep doing this!" Kirishima's voice was low, but there was an edge to it that spoke of his frustration. "You can't keep pushing us away every time something goes wrong!"

You, caught in the middle of the argument, looked between them with tears in your eyes. "I'm not pushing anyone away," you whispered, your voice cracking with emotion. "I just need some time to think."

Bakugou scoffed, his expression scornful. "Think about what? About leaving us? Is that it?"

"No, Katsuki, that's not it at all!" Your voice rose in desperation. "I just... I need to figure things out. I need to understand what I want."

"And what about what we want?" Kirishima's voice was pained, his eyes pleading. "Don't we deserve a say in this too?"

The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of their words hanging heavy in the air. You felt trapped, torn between your love for Kirishima and Bakugou and the uncertainty that plagued your heart.

Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, Bakugou exploded. "Fine! If you need to figure things out so badly, do it on your own!" he snapped, his voice laced with bitterness. "We don't need you dragging us down with your indecision!"

You flinched, the words hitting them like a physical blow. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you watched Bakugou storm out of the room, leaving them alone with Kirishima.

Kirishima sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "He didn't mean that," he said softly, reaching out to cup your cheek. "He's just... scared. We both are."

You were waiting for a hug from your big teddy bear boyfriend... but instead of pulling you into one, Kirishima hesitated. His eyes flickered towards the door, where Bakugou had disappeared, and then back to the reader.

"I... I need to go after him," Kirishima said, his voice strained. "Give us some time... and space."

.

.

.

The hospital room was quiet, save for the steady beep of machines monitoring your vital signs. Eijiro sat by your bedside, his usual bright demeanor overshadowed by worry. Katsuki stood nearby, his arms crossed, a deep frown etched into his face. He arrived an hour before Eijiro did.

"How are they?" Bakugou asked, his voice low.

Kirishima sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Physically, she's stable. But mentally... I don't know if they're okay, Katsuki."

Bakugou's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching. "What do you mean?"

"Just that," Kirishima explained. "The doctors said they were hit very hard in their head, and they won't know if something happened until they wake up"

Bakugou's expression softened, a mix of concern and confusion. "Is there anything we can do?"

Kirishima shook his head. "They said we just have to wait."

.

You opened your eyes slowly, being blinded by the harsh lights of the hospital. You tried to move, but you felt a grip on one of your hands and a pressure on your chest. You looked to the side and saw an ash-blonde boy holding your hand, he was asleep. And on your chest rested the head of a red-haired boy, also asleep, with a little drool coming out of his mouth.

"Where... am I? What happened?" You asked confused.

Out of nowhere, both boys opened their eyes quickly, scaring you.

"Hon! I'm glad you're okay! You have no idea how worried we were" The redhead told you while the blonde looked at you in silence.

"Love? What are you talking about? Who are you?" You asked.

"You sure ask strange things, baby." The red hair answered you again.

"I'm serious, who are you?" You asked, now a little more alarmed.

"Enough! If this is revenge for our argument this morning, that's enough, don't scare us like that!" Finally the blonde shouted.

"The ones who are scaring me are you. I just woke up and I have no idea where I am, what happened, or who the hell you are!" Thanks to the commotion, the doctor in charge of you quickly entered the room, silencing everyone.

"Hello, ____. Let me introduce myself, I am Dr. Yosano" The doctor interrupted.

"Dr, what happened?" You asked a little more calmly.

"Well, you suffered a severe blow to the head… erm… could you excuse us for a moment? I have to ask them some questions," he said, addressing the two boys.

After what? 30 minutes maybe? The doctor came to the waiting room. Katsuki was resting his head on Eijiro's shoulder while he had his eyes red and sore from crying.

The two boys got up and approached him.

"Doctor, what's wrong with ____?" Kirishima asked.

"I'm afraid... your partner is suffering from temporary global amnesia after the blow they received on the mission." The doctor answered looking at some papers "This means that ____ will be unable to generate new memories, so the memory of the latest events disappears. They can't remember where they are or how they got here. They do remember they are pro heroes, tho. But I'm afraid they do not remember who you are. Which is weird considering you have been together for a considerable time"

"That's not... permanent, right?" Katsuki asked.

"Luckily not. This type of amnesia is temporary... what is uncertain," The doctor looked at both of them "is when they will recover their memory."

Kirishima was holding back his tears. "Is there something we can do?"

"Well, as I tell you, it's uncertain when they'll recover their memory. But one way to speed up the process is to take them to familiar places, where you've been through things together." The doctor said "At the moment, you should enter and present yourselves"

"You're right... thanks, doctor, for everything" Kirishima said as he reached for Katsuki's hand. "Let's go Kats"

---

Days turned into weeks, but your memories remained lost. Kirishima and Bakugou tried everything they could think of to jog your memory. They showed you photos, told you stories, and took you to places you used to frequent together. But nothing seemed to work.

"This is where we confessed to each other..."

"You really enjoyed the Christmas night we came to this cat café"

"Some days later we had our first time together here"

Those were the kind of things they mentioned to you, but... nothing came to mind.

One day, while out on a walk, trying to clear your mind, you encountered Hawks, another pro hero. He greeted you warmly, but you barely registered his presence. Something about him, though, sparked a flicker of recognition deep within you.

"Hey ____, how are you doing? Long time no seen." He said and was taken aback when you stared blankly at him, with a bit of confusion.

"I'm sorry, I was told I had an accident, and now I have temporary memory loss," You said explaining yourself.

"Oh boy... that's rough, how could someone forget me," He said exaggerating his tone, causing you to giggle. "Well then, I'm Hawks or Keigo Takami, and I'm one of your sidekicks"

As days passed, you found yourself drawn to Keigo's company. His kindness and unwavering optimism were comforting in a way you couldn't explain. Kirishima and Bakugou noticed the change in your behavior, and it didn't sit well with them.

"We used to be so close," Kirishima lamented one evening, sitting with Bakugou in your now not shared room. "Now, it's like she's a completely different person."

Bakugou clenched his jaw, his fists trembling with suppressed emotion. "I won't give up on her, Eijiro. I can't."

One day, you told Kirishima and Bakugou you were going to hang out with Keigo. As you sat with him in a café, eating something and chatting, you saw Kirishima approaching with a determined look in his eyes.

"____, can we talk?" Kirishima asked, his voice tinged with sadness.

You glanced at Keigo, who gave you a smile. "Go ahead, I'll be right here," he said.

Kirishima led you to a secluded spot, away from prying eyes. "I know you don't remember, but we..." he began, his voice wavering slightly. "We were a team, you, me, and Katsuki. We fought together, laughed together, cried together. We were... family... And now, without you... we're lost. Kats wasted a lot of weight... he's just not right, the day of the accident we had an argument and he was not able to say he was sorry..."

You listened intently, a pang of guilt tugging at your heart. "I'm sorry, Kirishima. I wish I could remember, but I just... can't."

Kirishima sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I understand. I just... I miss you, ____. We both do."

Back in Kirishima's and Bakugou's room, Katsuki sat alone, lost in his thoughts. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, not after everything you'd been through together. Determined to remind you of the bond you shared, he began to gather photos and mementos from your past adventures.

"Please, ____, remember," he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. "Remember us."

Days passed, and still, your memories remained lost. Kirishima and Bakugou were running out of ideas, but they refused to give up hope. One evening, you were walking through the streets, and a familiar voice called out to you.

"(Y/N), wait!"

You turned to see Bakugou running towards you. "I-I have something to show you," he said, slightly out of breath.

Curiosity piqued, you followed Bakugou to his house courtyard. There, he had set up a makeshift projector, displaying chronologically organized photos of your entire life.

When you were a little baby in your parents' arms, you with your kinder-garden uniform, the day you discovered your quirk, the first day in UA, all your friends, the prom day, your closeness to both Katsuki and Kirishima, the vacation you had together in which you all confesed, the Christmas night, some kinda embarrasing pics Kats took after a night of pure passion...

As you watched, little scenes of your life together started flowing back.

"This is where we confessed to each other..." The hicking day...

"You really enjoyed the Christmas night we came to this cat café" We went to see the Christmas tree that night...

"Some days later we had our first time together here" That stormy night in the cabin...

"I remember...," you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "I remember you both."

Kirishima and Bakugou pulled you into a tight hug, relief and joy washing over them. "We missed you, ____," Kirishima said, his voice choked with emotion.

"I missed you too," you replied, burying your face in Bakugou's chest. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm the one who's sorry... but, just... promise you won't forget us again," Bakugou said, his voice gentle.

"I promise"

Masterpost

MHA Masterlist

[sturniololuvz]

“A Day in the Life of the Sturniolos (and Their Tiny Tornado)”

Sturniolos x sister reader

warnings : none

Morning Wake-Up Call

The sun was just starting to shine through the blinds of the Sturniolo household, but one particular four-year-old was still deep in dreamland. While the triplets were already up and moving, their little sister, Y/N, was not ready to start her day.

Chris sighed dramatically as he stood outside her bedroom door. “Alright, who’s waking her up today?”

“Not it,” Nick said immediately, shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

Matt groaned. “Dude, I did it yesterday. It’s your turn, Chris.”

Chris rolled his eyes but stepped into Y/N’s room anyway. As expected, she was completely knocked out, curled up under her favorite blanket, hugging a stuffed animal that was almost as big as her.

Chris knelt beside her and gently shook her arm. “Y/N, time to wake up.”

Y/N groaned and turned her face deeper into the pillow. “Nooo, weave me ‘lone, Chwis…”

Chris smirked, pulling the blanket off her slowly. “C’mon, you gotta get up. It’s breakfast time.”

“Nope.”

“Nick made pancakes,” Chris bribed.

One of Y/N’s eyes peeked open. “Pancakes?”

“Yup.”

She groaned but finally sat up, rubbing her tiny fists against her eyes. “Fine.”

Chris scooped her up and carried her downstairs, where Matt and Nick were already at the table.

“Look who finally woke up,” Matt teased.

Nick slid a small plate in front of her. “One stack of pancakes, extra syrup, and cut into tiny pieces. Just how the princess likes it.”

Y/N giggled sleepily. “Tank you, Nickie.”

Chris sat beside her, pouring himself some juice. “Alright, what’s on the agenda today?”

Nick shrugged. “Y/N’s probably gonna want to play after this.”

Y/N nodded quickly, stuffing her face with a bite of pancake. “I wanna play supewhewoes!”

Matt groaned. “Oh God, last time we played that, she punched me in the stomach ‘cause I was the ‘bad guy.’”

Chris snorted. “Yeah, maybe let her win this time.”

Y/N grinned mischievously. “I gonna fight da bad guys!”

Morning Playtime

After breakfast, the triplets followed Y/N into the living room, where she immediately started throwing couch pillows around.

“Alright, Y/N,” Chris said, ducking as she tossed another pillow. “What’s the mission today?”

“We gotta save da teddy beaws!” she declared, pointing to her stuffed animals trapped under a pile of blankets.

Nick gasped dramatically. “Oh no! Who took them?”

Y/N put her hands on her hips. “Da evil pillow monster!”

Matt sighed. “Why do I feel like I’m the pillow monster?”

Y/N giggled and grabbed one of the couch pillows, holding it over her head. “I gonna fight you, Mattie!”

Chris smirked. “RIP, dude.”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Matt started, but it was too late. Y/N launched the pillow at him, hitting him square in the chest.

Nick lost it, laughing so hard he almost fell off the couch. “Bro, you just got bodied by a four-year-old.”

Matt groaned. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just save the teddy bears before she actually knocks me out.”

Lunchtime & Nap Struggles

After an hour of saving stuffed animals and fighting imaginary villains, the triplets finally convinced Y/N to take a break for lunch.

Chris placed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of her. “Here ya go, kid.”

Y/N pouted. “I wanted dino nuggies…”

Nick ruffled her hair. “We’ll have those for dinner. Eat your sandwich first, bub.”

She let out a dramatic sigh but took a tiny bite. “Fine…”

Matt watched her struggle to keep her eyes open between bites. “Alright, after this, nap time.”

Y/N’s eyes snapped open. “NOOO!”

Chris smirked. “Yes.”

“NOOO, I NOT TIRED!” she whined, crossing her arms.

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Really? Then why were you just falling asleep at the table?”

Y/N gasped as if he had just exposed her darkest secret. “I WAS NOT!”

Matt shook his head. “Alright, c’mon, kiddo. You either take a nap or you turn into a grumpy gremlin.”

“I AM NOT A GWEMLIN!”

Chris leaned in. “You kinda are when you don’t sleep.”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him, but her little head was already nodding forward.

Nick sighed, standing up. “Alright, let’s go, nap time.”

“Nooo…”

But before she could protest more, Matt picked her up, and within seconds, she was out cold on his shoulder.

Chris smirked. “Told you she was tired.”

Afternoon Chaos & an Argument

An hour later, Y/N woke up much happier and ready to cause chaos.

“Mattieee,” she whined, climbing onto his lap. “I wanna pway!”

“Alright, alright, what do you wanna do?”

Before Y/N could answer, Nick and Matt started bickering over something dumb.

“Dude, I literally just said—”

“No, you don’t listen—”

Chris groaned. “Are you guys seriously arguing right now?”

“STOP FIWHTIN’!” Y/N yelled, stomping her tiny foot.

Matt and Nick immediately froze.

Nick sighed. “Sorry, Y/N.”

Matt ruffled her hair. “Yeah, sorry, munchkin.”

Chris smirked. “Man, she really shut you guys up quick.”

Dinner, Bath, and Bedtime Battles

For dinner, the triplets made Y/N’s favorite—dino nuggets and mac & cheese.

Chris placed the plate in front of her. “There ya go, kid. Feast like the dinosaur queen you are.”

Y/N gasped. “DA DINOS ARE BACK?!”

Nick laughed. “They never left, dude.”

Matt sat beside her, watching as she grabbed a nugget and made it ‘walk’ across the table. “RAWR, I eat da mac & cheese!” she announced before dunking the nugget into the cheese and taking a big bite.

Chris smirked. “That was aggressive.”

“I’m a dino. Dinos awe ‘gessive.”

Nick shook his head with a smile. “You got me there.”

After dinner, bath time was the next battle.

“Y/N, let’s go,” Matt said, holding her tiny pajamas in his hand.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“NOOO, I WANNA PWAY MORE!”

Chris crossed his arms. “You just played for like two hours.”

“I NEED MORE!”

Nick sighed, walking over and picking her up. “C’mon, stinkbug. You’re getting in the bath before we need a hazmat team.”

Y/N giggled but still tried to escape, kicking her feet. “NOOO, NICKIE, NO BAF!”

Matt followed behind. “If you don’t take a bath, you’ll be smelly.”

Y/N gasped, eyes wide. “I NOT SMAWEY!”

Chris smirked. “Then prove it. Take a bath.”

Y/N groaned dramatically. “Fine…”

Once she was in the tub, she turned it into a whole ocean adventure, splashing water everywhere.

“Y/N, dude—” Chris blocked his face from the water. “Are you trying to drown us?”

“It’s a big wave!” she giggled, kicking her feet.

By the time they got her washed and dried, everyone was soaked.

Nick ran a hand through his wet hair. “Bro, I feel like I just swam laps at a water park.”

Matt sighed. “Let’s just get her in pajamas before she tries to jump back in.”

The Final Battle: Bedtime

Once Y/N was dressed, the hardest part of the day arrived—getting her to sleep.

Chris carried her to her bed. “Alright, kiddo, bedtime.”

“Nope.”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Dude, it’s late.”

“Nope.”

Matt rubbed his face. “Y/N…”

Y/N wiggled under the blankets. “I NOT TIWED!”

Chris sighed. “You say that every night, and every night, you pass out within five minutes.”

“I WON’T TONIGHT!”

Nick smirked. “Wanna bet?”

Y/N crossed her arms. “I bet a miwwion bucks!”

Matt chuckled. “You don’t even have a million bucks.”

“I do in my imagination.”

Chris shook his head, pulling the blanket over her. “Alright, whatever you say, boss. Now close your eyes.”

“But—”

“Shhh.”

Y/N huffed dramatically but finally settled into the pillow.

“Goodnight, stinker,” Nick whispered, brushing some hair from her face.

“Night, Nickie…”

Matt and Chris leaned down, kissing her forehead. “Goodnight, troublemaker.”

“Night, Mattie… night, Chwis…”

The triplets turned off the light and tiptoed out.

As soon as they closed the door, Chris smirked. “Three… two… one…”

Silence.

Nick grinned. “Out like a light.”

Matt stretched. “Dude, I don’t know how she fights bedtime so hard every night.”

Chris sighed. “She’s four, man. Chaos is her job.”

Nick chuckled. “And we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And with that, the house finally fell silent—until tomorrow, when the chaos would start all over again.

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Quincy x male reader smut

Hunted

Primal play. Hurt/ comfort. General anxiety

2900 words

It was a stupid bet. You were frustrated because you felt that he was being over protective. The feelings had been building for a while but you simply reached your boiling point. Normally you didn't mind, you knew how protective he can be, especially because he's watched so many people he's cared about die. However, today you were tired and just wanted to go for a hike by yourself. Quincy of course didn't want you to go alone because you could get lost or hurt. Be it a wild beast, poacher, or one of his own hunting traps, the forest was filled with unseen dangers. The conversation turned into you yelling at him for making you feel weak. After you finished yelling he calmly asked if you'd like to prove to him you could survive on your own. A game of tag. All you had to do was touch him and make it back to the cabin.

Easy enough, right?

You should not have challenged him. You were running in circles, hopelessly lost in the middle of his woods. The winding game trail turned into wild, untouched forest making you lose any sense of direction you had. You would have felt completely alone if not for the nagging feeling of burning amber eyes on you from the darkness.

The leaves crunching underneath your feet, the occasional snap of a twig in the distance and the rustling of wind in the trees. Besides that there were no other sounds, everything was eerily still and not even birdsong could be heard. It felt dangerous, like you were being stalked. Well, you were being hunted. He was like the moon, always following, always watching, and always just out of reach.

You knew he was close, he had to be, but there were no physical signs of him anywhere. No footprints, no broken branches, nothing. Nothing but this nagging feeling and the hair on the back of your neck standing on end.

You had always felt safe with Quincy. He was always someone you could lean on for support, but what do you do when all that strength that supported you targets you instead. When the loving lazy teddy bear turns and bares its fangs.

Anxiety steadily grew as the night grew longer and shadows danced in the moonlight. One wrong step and the darkness threatened to swallow you whole. Hours passed and your hands started shaking, your legs were tired, and your nerves were shot. Every sound coming from just beyond the tree line only served to worsen the intense feelings of fear.

“I give up.” Your voice cracked. “Quincy, please come out. I want to go home. You win.” Your throat was tight from stress and croaked under the strain. Your vision blurred as your eyes became glassy with tears that threatened to spill at any moment.

No longer melting into the chorus of nature, the distinct sound of footsteps rustled in front of you. How he got in front of you without you noticing, especially considering his size, you have no idea, but that didn't matter right now. You run into his arms full force, throwing yourself into him and he doesn't even need to brace himself. He was ready, waiting for you, to welcome you back into his embrace. A few hot tears rolled down your cheeks and soaked into his shirt. An overwhelming feeling of relief flooded you as you held him in a vice grip. Afraid that if you loosened even a little bit that he would disappear into the darkness once again.

Physically and emotionally exhausted you were now only being supported by Quincy's strong arms wrapped tightly around you. After feeling scared and alone for so long right here felt like the safest place in the world. Your chest heaved as you tried to take calming breaths. Seeing how you were failing to calm yourself down Quincy's large hand rubbed up and down your spine trying to help. He spoke slowly, words of comfort, but everything was muffled and distorted by the sound of your own pounding heart.

Guilt tugged at his heart the entire time he was watching over you. He knows you saw him as a predator even though he was genuinely acting as a protector. Scaring away monsters that lurked in the woods and even disarming a few of his bear traps so you wouldn't fall into them. Not a single moment past where you weren't his top priority. Yet, the more he watched you the more the strange feeling grew in him…

He picked you up, grabbing you with a little more force than was necessary, and started making his way back to the cabin. Soft words of apologies fell from his lips, but you were still too overwhelmed to hear it.

He knew you were never in any real danger, not with him lurking in the shadows. However something about the way your once bold and defiant movements became smaller, more cautious, and almost prey-like as you ventured deeper into unknown territory flipped a switch in his mind. Normally letting his prey fall into a trap was his preferred method but something about actively hunting you awakened something deep in his mind, a feeling that he has always ignored and pushed back down into the darkness. He was a man, but something about you made him feel like he was something else entirely. A hunter, predator, maybe he was simply another beast that roamed the woods.

All he knew is that he ached for you, hungered for you. Now that he had you he struggled with what to do next. Torn between comforting or devouring you.

You left yourself open to so many opportunities to get gobbled up by him or any other animal. He lost track of how many times he was ready to pounce on you, sweet, oblivious you. Now once again you were completely vulnerable as you rested from your ordeal. He watched the broken rise and fall of your chest slowed into something more rhythmic, as the sound of your gentle breathing enchanted him more.

For now he can swallow his instincts and make sure you're taken care of. He's done enough to hurt you today and it would be bad if he lost himself to his desires.

You took the cup of water and snack he gave as a peace offering. It helped to calm you a bit more. The stale taste of anxiety being replaced by the sweet fruit. He moved to sit next to you on the bed, gauging your reaction. He knows he went too far but he still didn't want you to be mad at him. Maybe he's being greedy thinking that way, but you didn't try to move away from him so that was a good sign. He put his hand on your back and his stomach twisted when he felt your heart thundering under his fingers. It's been almost an hour since your little game ended and the adrenaline still coursed through your veins. Maybe that was why he wanted you so bad. Whatever scent you were giving off was pure excitement to him.

Before you knew it Quincy was on top of you. One hand on the small of your back pulling your hips together, and the other hand right beside your head supporting his weight so he wouldn't crush you. You were completely caged and the kiss was rough and famished. He bit your lip just hard enough to make you yelp, but that was enough to snap him back to his senses.

He froze as he hovered just an inch above your face. His eyes dilated till they were almost black with only a small ring of copper surrounding the void. He was panting heavily and he knew that he lost himself. A look of fear and guilt etched into his face. You were still breathing heavily and he could still feel your pulse racing even through your clothes. You must have been terrified. Of course you were, he was nothing more than a beast. “Sorry…” His voice a quiet rumble.

The moment he pulled back your hand shot up and grabbed his collar. Every symptom he mistook for fear melted into something else. A need that formed in the pit of your stomach. Maybe part of it was fear, but maybe, just this once, you liked it.

His eyes went wide in surprise and your brain almost entirely shut off. Not being able to think of any words to express how you were feeling you simply decided to grind your hips against his. The rough material of your pants pushing against your cock as you rub against Quincy's bulge.

For a moment his eyes glazed over, something primal trying to take over but he's desperately fighting against. It was stupid but even after everything that happened today you just wanted to be ravaged by the man on top of you. Was it because he was actually showing initiative and making the first move? Whatever the reason you wanted more.

“Don't stop”

Two little words was all it took for him to pounce on you again. His lips crashing into yours with a passion you could taste. He all but tore the clothes from your body, leaving you totally exposed underneath him. The air in the cabin was cool compared to the heat he was radiating. You could feel his muscles were bound tight like a spring, moments away from exploding but he still held himself back.

You two have had sex before, but you were always the one in control. He would spend half an hour just making sure your ass could take him comfortably, and you would ride him at your own pace. He was always careful about not grabbing you too hard or leave any marks. So gentle and cautious, he was always treating you like glass.

But not today.

He broke the kiss just long enough to lift his shirt over his head and discard the useless fabric. Large muscles curated over years of rough living made him a sculpture of perfection. Small scars littered his skin but the moment you reached out to touch him you had your hands pinned above your head. In that moment you could have sworn you heard a low growl come from his throat, but any thoughts were quickly dismissed as his tongue and teeth attacked your soft neck. His free hand teasingly ghosting your cock only to slip a finger into your ass. It was impossible to hold back your moans as he left a trail of hickeys down your neck and chest. Sharp bites comforted by a wet lick before moving to the next spot.

Soon he slipped in another finger. Moving his whole hand he was practically fucking you with his thick fingers already. You weakly pulled at his hand binding your wrist, not trying to break free but wanting to pleasure yourself more. Your cock twitched, craving the same attention that Quincy was giving to your hole.

Without warning he pulled his fingers from you. The feeling of emptiness made you whimper as your ass tried to squeeze around nothing. Though you were nowhere near as loose as he normally made you.

He finally released you to take off his pants and free his cock. It stood proud, just as long, fat, and monstrous as always.

The way he looked down at you sent a chill down your spine. It was like he was picking you apart with his eyes. Like he could see your every weakness and desire, and he was looking for the perfect opportunity to pounce.

You averted your eyes for only a moment and in a flash he settled between your legs. One leg by his waist and the other he pulled up to his shoulder, giving himself the perfect angle to dive in.

He wavered for a moment, a moment of clarity in his lust. He leaned in close to you, close enough where you could feel his ragged breath dance on your skin. “Tell me to stop.” You could hear the slight tremble in his voice. If you asked him to stop he would. You know he would. However, stopping is not an option today. Not for either of you.

“Fuck Quincy. I need you.” Your voice was breathy but clear. It made his heart race and his mind go foggy.

Slowly but firmly he pushed his cock into your tight ass. He felt so much bigger than usual because of the little amount of prep. You almost screamed when he finally bottomed out. His chest heaved as he made himself go slow. The steady rocking of his hips became faster and harder until he was slamming into you like a beast in rut.

Grunts and moans filled the room, as did the sound of skin slapping. He grabbed your cock and started pumping. The growl that he gave when the stimulation made you tighten on his dick almost made you cum.

“Ah-aah Q-Quincy!” You weren't going to last much longer. Not when Quincy is looking at you with that hunger in his eye. Like he would wreck anything or anyone if it got between you and him. Maybe you were his prey, but more than that you were his.

Every moan and mewl you made just made him harder and further fed his primal urges. He didn't even try to stop himself from sinking his teeth into your neck, right under your jawline. Leaving behind a clear mark, a claim that couldn't be hidden by clothes.

“F-fuck, I'm gonna- nnnnh-” Your back arched as you cum hard onto your chest and stomach. He continues to jerk you off as he fucks you, making your head swim and sparking your skin with overstimulation.

With a final hard thrust he releases his cum deep inside your guts, painting your insides white. He let out a grunt as he filled you up.

As you both catch your breath he looks at you with such a desire that you haven seen before. Your head and heart were filled with emotions you couldn't hope to name but they were welcome nonetheless.

He pressed his large frame against you so you could feel the vibration of his voice. Low and sultry. “Mine.” Without warning he started moving his hips again. You were already seeing stars from the pleasure but this was overwhelming.

You don't know how many times you had cum, but Quincy never stopped. Not until your ass was overflowing and dripping with his hot thick cum. The only reason he stopped was because he could see you fighting true exhaustion and losing. Struggling to simply keep your eyes open even with him pounding you into the mattress.

When he did pull out your ass hole gaped, still remembering the shape of his cock. The cum that dropped onto your skin soon turned cold in the open air. You couldn't bother moving or cleaning up though and let yourself fall into sweet unconsciousness.

Quincy watched over you for a little while as you fell asleep. He still had the stamina to continue, but what was the point if you couldn't look him in the eye as he marked his claim on you. After he watched your breathing steady and your expression shift from an exhausted ecstasy to a peaceful contentment he let out a sigh and got to work.

It was uncomfortably warm when you woke up. Like you were sleeping just a foot away from a fire pit. You tried to move but quickly found you were being held in place. Behind you Quincy held you in a bear trap like grip. The more you squirmed to get up the tighter his arms coiled around you. Still, he was conscious enough not to squeeze too tight.

“Quincy, let me up. I'm dirty..” you try and nudge him awake but he just grunts in response. “Quincy…”

“Go back to sleep. You're fine.” He grumbled with no intention of letting you go. After everything he did last night his heart aches at the idea of you not being in his arms or surrounded by him. A feeling that was contrasted by the guilt he had for being rougher with you than he wanted.

His disgruntled comment was right though. Your skin was clean and dry, all except for between your ass cheeks. You also became acutely aware of the bite marks and hickeys that covered every inch of your exposed skin. Not that Quincy was much better, his skin littered with red scratches and a few hickeys of his own. The events of last night fully dawned on you and made your heart race again. Flashes of feral Quincy filled your mind. He was daunting and devoted, scary yet tender. You naively thought he was tame but never truly got to peek at his wild side until now.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his nose brushing against a particularly sensitive bite and making you shiver.

“Rest. We will get up later.” His voice was back to its normal soft tone. So different from the primal growl in his voice last night. Hopefully you'll get to hear that voice again soon, but for now it's best not to fight him and just enjoy the quiet comfort he brings.

[crackedpumpkin]

Hi.! I'd love to see a Leo x Fem reader story after the Kraang evasion when Leo is healing and Leo won't let the reader leave the bed.! The reader would have Fem pro nouns. And while snuggling in leo's bed, his brothers would call the reader over. And Leo would not let go of her. And the brothers would stumble upon them, laughing and snapping photos. You can choose the ending.! Fluff is so cute <3

I heard fluff and here we are :) I hope you enjoy this, lovely anon!

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[ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

"Noooo," Leo whines as you wiggle in his arms like a fish out of water. He holds you tighter, hands on your waist, burying his head into your shoulder while you giggle.

"Babe," You say with a hint of chiding, but he grumbles. 

"I saved the world. I should at least get this."

You shake your head with a sigh, though the smile on your lips reassures him that you're not serious when he peeks an eye open to check. You reluctantly give up, shifting your position to get more comfortable in his embrace. 

Your hand reaches up, cradling his cheek as he leans into your gentle touch with a churr. Your thumb brushes against his cheek, lips slightly pursed when you take in the number of bruises and scratches that litter his skin. 

Your eyes are soft, recalling moments ago when you were all fighting against the Kraang threatening to take over the world. Your boyfriend had bravely fought back against the captain while you were helping Mikey and Donnie, barely managing to escape. 

Leo hums, glancing at you with a warm smile as he nuzzles his snout against your neck. You giggle, the ticklish sensation making you smile. "I'm so tired, princess." He complains. 

"Yeah, alien invasions tend to be rather draining," You say sarcastically, though your nose scrunches when he scowls playfully at you. 

"Hey, I just defeated them and brought Raph back, and even became an unintentional mentor, all with saving the world on the side!" He reminds you yet again. You roll your eyes with a sheepish smile. At least now you know what he'll be holding over everyone's heads for the next month.

"Right, right. My bad, you poor, poor baby." You coo, squishing his cheeks together and pressing a quick kiss to his lips in an attempt to placate him. He frowns at first from your teasing, but his furrowed brows relax when your lips brush against his, a silly smile stretching across his lips when you pull away.

"I know what you're doing, and it's working," He grumbles.

"Hey, y/n!" You hear Raph call out from the living room. You move to get up, only for your boyfriend to refuse to let you go, choosing to tug you against his plastron with a sly smile.

"Leooo," You groan in protest, lightly slapping his plastron. He shakes his head stubbornly, burying his face into your hair. You sigh, pressing a quick kiss against his shoulder.

"Yeah?" You shout back from your (rather pleasant) prison.

"Kinda need you over here!" Mikey yells in response.

You glance from Leo's closed eyes and sly smile to the room's entrance. You try to wiggle once more before giving up when he doesn't budge an inch.

"Can't right now. Can it wait?" 

You hear footsteps getting closer, cheeks flushing, when you see their shadows approach. Donnie's the first to spot the both of you, peeking inside before he dry-heaves at the sight of you in his brother's arms. 

"Oh god, Galileo, my innocent eyes!" He cries out in despair, hands pressed against the wall as he tries to suppress his disgusted gags.

Raph and Mikey poke their heads past the wall to see Leo's room, only to laugh once they see your trapped position on Leo's bed. 

"Looks like Leo's got a new teddy bear," Raph guffaws, though he secretly finds it cute as he pulls out his phone and snapping a picture of you two.

"What are you, flypaper?" Mikey giggles, and in true brotherly fashion, Leo glares at them. 

"Someone get me to the eyewash station; I've been contaminated, contaminated, I say!" Donnie groans, swaying slightly as his expression becomes more nauseous with each word.

You scoff at the poor virgin, rolling your eyes before kicking it up a notch by pressing a sudden kiss against Leo's cheek. He looks down at you with wide eyes, though a euphoric grin slowly makes its way onto his face. You link your arms around his neck, winking at him. "Kinda busy with my hero right now."

Leo's blush from his brother's comments has just begun to ebb away, but Donnie's loud, strangled screech makes him groan loudly, hanging his head as red coats his cheeks in embarrassment.

"Okay, everyone out!" He yells, glaring at all his brothers, who leave with giggles and in Donnie’s case, wails of disgust with a sly grin mixed in. 

He collapses back onto his bed with an exhausted groan, and you rub his arms with a comforting smile. He wraps his arms around you again, wanting nothing more than uninterrupted time with his girlfriend in his tired state.

"Aww," You murmur, kissing his cheek again with a tender smile. He grins down at you, all embarrassment from earlier leaving without a trace as he settles back into the comfortable atmosphere between you both. 

You continue to cuddle with him, gently stroking his shell as his churrs slowly turn into slow breaths. He dozes off quickly, and you let out a content hum, your eyelids becoming heavy as your thoughts become sluggish.

"Rest well," You whisper before your eyes finally close, dozing off with him.

[pa-pa-patato]

Dishes don’t get sick at least not very often, Which is why they turn into such dramatic little babies when they are sick.

Case and point: Cuphead, He got sick with what is basically a dish version of a common cold and he wouldn’t stop complaining about it.

He calmed down since them but Holly felt it was a calm before the storm- “Holly help!” ….. did she just jinx herself?

As she came into the room Bendy called out from she was greeted with a sight of her boyfriend using her other boyfriend as a teddy bear, Bendy looked like he was trying to wiggle out his hold but she didn’t wanna help.

She has told him a million times that he doesn’t have to be so gentle with Cup just cause he’s sick and that Cup was being dramatic but nope! Bendy had to force himself to not use his super strength which is why he’s now trapped.

Cuphead looked at her as she entered the room both of them ignoring Bendy’s pleas for release and help, he let one his hands lose holding Bendy tightly with the other as he made graby hands at Holly to join them.

Well… not like she had anything to do today. She once again ignored Bendy as she slipped in the bed with them sighing softly as Cups arm wrapped itself around her.

Bendy continued to pout as he couldn’t get free but Cup seemed very pleased with the whole situation, Bendy didn’t have anything important to do so she doesn’t understand why he’s pouting, fortunately for them he looks absolutely adorable while pouting which is probably the reason why Bendy got pulled in by force and not called over like her.

Sneaky Cup, even while sick.

They spent few minutes talking, well she talked as Cup listened while Bendy kept trying to escape.

Holly noticed something while they all laid there, While the tight grip on Bendy made sense cause every so often the man will would try to wiggle out but even tho Holly showed no signs of wanting to leave his hold on her would tightened every so slightly whenever she would shift to get comfortable.

He wanted them close by, why? She had no idea but she knew he wanted them near.

She also noticed he was getting angrier and angrier by Bendy trying to escape this situation.

“Cussin-let go already!”bendy snapped still trying to wiggle out of Cups hold without hurting him, “no. Mine” He answered without hesitation.

“Wha-pha-let me go!” Bendy whined blush creeping on his cheeks “no.” Cupheads voice came out low and dead making us both flinch.

“….fine whatever cussing bipolar-” Cup didn’t really care for Bendy’s mumbled insults holding both of them closer while smiling,

“We’re both gonna get sick you know that right?” Will he quit complaining already? Cuphead didn’t answer him he just kept smiling rubbing his face against Bendy’s head making him purr, “damn it! Quit doing that!” That didn’t stop his first few hundred times he asked and it didn’t stop him now.

Even tho Bendy was annoyed he still chosen to stay so Holly didn’t feel the need to help him in anyway,

For now they’ll just stay here and cuddle.

Prompt used:

[the-fiction-witch]

Something Special P2

Media - Lockwood & Co. Character - Anthony Lockwood Couple - Anthony X Reader Reader - (OC/ Named Reader) Illa Rating - 17 + seminudity/ (Gets a little... flirty but just wanted bases covered) Word Count - 1991

Warnings - Ghosts/ Death/ Swearing/

Requested inejghafawifesblog asked: yes a part two!! this is so good Anonymous asked: OMG I need Anthony Lockwood pt-2(hopefully with smut) ASAP!!!!!!!

Anthony trudged along the familiar path that led him back to 35 Portland Row, the chill of the evening air nipping at his cheeks. As he entered the cosy confines of his home, he shrugged off his jacket, letting it slide from his shoulders and land on the hook by the door with a soft thud. His rapier followed a moment later, gracefully resting in its designated spot as a silent guardian in the dimly lit room.

He made his way into the kitchen. After pulling out a chair, he sank down at the table, clutching the teddy bear tightly against his chest. Its soft fabric was a soothing company,

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he weighed the decision that loomed before him. The thought of sealing Illa away in an ordinary silver box situated in the gloomy store room stirred a tight knot in his stomach. That chamber was a graveyard for spirits, an echo of the irate, resentful, and miserable souls he had locked away before. He could envision Illa, trapped in that oppressive cold and darkness, unable to roam freely or delight in the vibrant symphony of flowers that danced under the sun.

He didn’t want to condemn her to such a fate.

“How was that call out, Lockwood?” George asked as he came into the kitchen likely looking for biscuits,

“Fine, good.” Anthony nodded,

“He pay?”

“Yes. In full.”

“Get in! Pizza for tea then,” he said grabbing a can from the fridge,

“Yeah, I’ll leave it to you to call in.”

“What’s with the bear?”

“Hummm?”

“The bear?”

“The bear that you’re hugging onto like a five-year-old?”

“It’s… uhh nothing,” he said, setting the bear on the table, even if he felt a little guilty putting it down.

“Right… okay…” George narrowed his eyes a little suspiciously, “where’s the vessel then I’ll take it down for you,”

“No!” Anthony snapped,

“No?”

“No, I uhhh I’ll take it down in a second,”

“Well, where is it? You did get it right?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

“So… where is it?”

Anthony sighed and glanced at the teddy,

George’s eyes met the bear and he grimaced a little, “Damn, okay… yeah we should have a box big enough for that, I think.” He nodded, “I’ll go take it down,” he reached for the teddy,

“No!” Anthony snapped and grabbed the teddy pulling it close to his chest,

There was a brief moment of silence between the two, only the sound of the kitchen clock ticking between them,

“Okay, do I get to know what the fuck is going on or not, Lockwood?” George crossed his arms,

“Fine.” Anthony sighed, “So, the case I went to today.”

“Yeah?”

“And it's hard to explain but, this wasn’t normal, not typical. different.”

“How?” George took a seat across from Anthony,

“Something… something special.” he nodded, “Okay… so,” He grabbed a pen and began to write and doodle on the thinking cloth to help explain himself, “The house was this old creepy Victorian place,”

“Most things in London are,”

“Shut up.” He snapped, “and the place looked abandoned, This man was the only one there I thought he’d lost it at first but…”

“But?”

“At first he couldn’t even remember my name, or what we were talking about. But then when we went into the conservatory, away from the main house he became so lucid, everything so clear and proper like… the house was what clouded his otherwise wise mind.”

“The f-”

“But there’s more, I asked him if he was alone because I kept hearing footsteps, seeing a girl…”

“And?”

“And he was alone.”

“Then… who did you… see?”

“Her name is Illa.” Anthony stroked the soft fur of the teddy in his hand, “She died a long time ago,”

“What type is she?”

“She isn’t?”

“...Come again?”

“She doesn’t have a type George, she's… something special.” He cooed, “She is… some kind of phantom but, she looks like a shade fully formed and solid, but the tiniest of trails like a glimmer, but footsteps like a stalker.”

“So a type One?”

“No. Solid more like a spector, clothes, hair, face everything. Not some faded feet or hovering, Affect the world around her like a poltergeist,”

“So a type Two then?”

“No. she… she talked to me.”

“She what?”

“Talked to me, we held a conversation, she’s intelligent, she’s self-aware…”

“Self Aware?”

“She knows she’s dead.”

“How much does she know!”

“She has scars from her death, George. She knows she’s dead, knows where her body is, knows how and where she died.”

“Jesus… lockwood that's not possible-”

“And she knew when I arrived what I was there to do. She knew she couldn’t stay there any longer.”

“How did you even get her to retreat to her vessel?”

“I didn’t… she chose to.”

“Choose to?”

“She chose to come with me, to leave that house. She handed me her bear and let me take her away. And…”

“And?”

“And…”

“Lockwood. Tell me.”

“...And she kissed me goodbye.”

“And you're fine!”

“I am.” He smirked,

George's eyes almost bulged from his skull, he took a moment to collect himself and process all he had been told. Clasping his hands together, pressing his hands against his lips, squeezing his eyes shut, “Okay… okay… okay… okay… okay… okay…” He muttered before he let out a long sigh through his nose, “We need to call the inspector-” George demanded,

“What NO!”

“Yes!” George bolted from his seat towards the phone but Anthony grabbed him, throwing him against the wall,

“I’m not letting you.”

The two wrestled and struggled with one another as George did his best to get to the hall and to the phone, but Anthony insisted on him remaining in the kitchen.

“She’s a type… four for all we know!” he yelled, “That’s not even a thing! We need to deal with this!”

“We can deal with this!”

“We need adult supervision, Lockwood!”

“We are adults!”

“Legally. Yes! Mentally. No!” He yelled as they battled it out knocking items from walls and tables, squirming around each other’s grip, “Our brains aren’t fully developed until we're twenty-five we need help!”

“You said last week I’m like mentally thirty-five!”

“Yes! Because you’re a weird little old man sometimes that doesn’t mean we can deal with a whole new type of paranormal entity! Previously unknown to science!”

“We’ll be fine!”

“I watched you bite your own finger while eating toast! You think we are ready for scientific discoveries!”

“You always wanted to experiment, George,”

“Yes On things that are at least partly understood!” he yelled, managing to get through the kitchen door into the hallway but Anthony grabbed him by the ankle, dragging him to the floor and trying to pin him down as he squirmed, “We need help! We have to call DEPRAC!”

“No Way in goddamn hell!”

“Lockwood! Let me go! Or I swear to god I will knee you in the balls!”

“Try it and I know you right back, George!”

“We have to let them take her! At least to see what the hell she even is!” George squirmed out his grip and bolted the phone,

“No!” Anthony yelled lunging after him,

“She could be dangerous!”

“She won’t hurt me.”

“So I’m expendable am I?!”

“I know she’s not dangerous!”

“Based on nothing!” George grabbed the phone, “We have to let them take her!”

Anthony grabbed him before he could even press a single number, tackling him into the living room and onto the sofa, “I made a promise!” he yelled, “SHE IS STAYING! She is staying here. With me. There is not a force in this world that will take her away from me!”

“Why are you so protective!”

“Cause she kissed me!”

“Ohh for god-” He cursed, “GET A GIRLFRIEND LOCKWOOD!”

“I might!”

“An alive one!” He yelled, “That is not a classification I should have to tell you!”

“Give me the phone!”

“No!”

“Give it!”

“Lockwood!”

“Phone! Now!”

“FINE!” George yelled handing over the phone, “You are such a dick,”

“Noted.” Anthony sighed as he stood and straightened his shirt and tie,

George took his opportunity, bringing his knee up as hard and fast as he could hitting right between Anthony’s legs,

Immediately his jaw dropped, eyes bulged, and a whine at least three pitches higher than his usual voice fell from his lips, his knees went first and he plummeted to the ground, muttering every swear word possible and cursing George to every god known to mankind.

George bolted up grabbing the phone and going to put the numbers in, clicking them in fast and efficiently, and after four rings they picked up.

“Department of Psychical Research and Control, You’re through to the agency line.”

“Yes! Hello! This is George Karim, deputy of Lockwood and Co.” George rushed to explain to the woman, “I need to make an urgent report regarding a-”

Anthony had caught his breath enough to desperately crawl across the living room to grab the phone line cord and ripped it from the wall cutting off the phone call while George was mid-sentence, snapping the plastic plug from the cable leaving it completely unusable.

George put down the phone and glared at him,

“Fuck… you… George…”

“Fine! I give up! Keep it in the house…”

“Her.”

“Her! Fine! Just leave me the hell out of it!” He yelled heading up the stairs, “And if she turns evil in the middle of sucking your dick and bites it off I am NOT calling the ambulance for you!” Before slamming his bedroom door,

Anthony gasped lying on his back still reeling from the incredible pain. “Noted.”

Slowly he picked himself up and off the floor still limping a little as he walked, picking up the teddy from the kitchen table. As he looked into its little brown eyes he knew he couldn’t bear to put Illa down in the storeroom, so he pulled the bear to his chest and headed up to his bedroom.

He set the teddy on the top of his pillows and pulled off his tie, starting to unbutton his shirt. He stopped glancing back at the bear.

He moved his hand back, taking the bear and turning it so the eyes faced away from him, before he continued undoing the buttons and slipping it off into the laundry pile.

He peeled off his belt and unbuttoned his trousers tugging them down and kicking them off,

He opened the drawer digging around for a clean pair of Pyjama bottoms, picking out a nice blue pair. He turned back one hand on the Pijama and the other on the waistband of his boxers about to remove them when he jumped-

The teddy bear was once again facing him, having fully turned around on his pillows in a way that was not possible to be done without intervention. Even the bear's little arms seemed to now be a little higher and wider almost like it was asking to be hugged.

“Illa?” he questioned, moving closer. He’d never known a visitor to affect their vessel once they retreated to it. He’d never heard of a visitor ever being able to affect their vessel even the strongest he’d seen. He moved a little closer, fascinated but then…

He realised what she actually did. She turned the bear around… To See him! As he undressed!

“Illa!” he reprimanded, using the pyjamas to cover his boxers, But he chuckled a little, and quickly changed covering as much as he could before he climbed into bed, he smiled before wrapping his arms around the bear tightly and pulling it to his chest as he bundled up in the covers, “Humm naughty girl.” He cooed, rubbing his nose against the bear. “Oh- Damn it!” he cursed, realizing he’d left the light on, “One sec-” He began but before he could even sit up the light went out, “Oh. Aww, thanks, Illa.” He cooed, “Now… where were we?”

“I swear to god! If I hear you start fucking that bear Lockwood, I will walk straight out of this house and drown myself in the themes!” George yelled from his room,

“Piss off George…” he yelled back, “We’re only cuddling… aren’t we Illa?” He cooed pulling the bear a little closer, “Goodnight Illa.” he smiled pressing a tender kiss to the little bear, squeezing it tightly and drifting off to sleep. 

Part 3?

[slasher-dasher]

Okay, this may sound... random. But I see Jason Voorhees more like a son than anything. This isn't shipping, this is just something wholesome I really wanna see.

Jason meets the reader and sees them as a parental figure, and the reader sees him like a son. And they have a healthy {as can be with an undead murderer} mother/father-son relationship.

I've never seen anyone do this, and I just want some wholesome parent-son time with him TvT

Parent Trapped

(Jason Voorhees x Reader /p; this was really fun to write!)

︶꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

This was supposed to be a fun vacation. You and a few friends had planned to visit some popular urban legend spots, one of them being Camp Crystal Lake. The story had always intrigued you, and you had managed to convince your friends to stop and look around just as the sign had come into view. How could you have known that there actually was an undead killer protecting the camp who was now picking off all of your fellow trespassers? Luckily, you'd managed to take shelter in a cabin that he had yet to explore. It was a little cleaner than the others, but not by much. No cobwebs, but a light layer of dust has settled around the cabin. A small stuffed teddy bear rested on the bed, tattered head placed delicately on the dirty pillow. You reach your hand out to pick it up as sharp snap from outside caught your attention. You whipped your head towards the window, quickly taking the bear in your arms for some sort of comfort. There he stood. You both froze, neither wanting to move as if staying still would prolong the inevitable. You take a hesitant step back, as if that movement would be your last. He didn't move. Just watched as you bolted out of the cabin and towards the woods.

"Jason, spare them." The voice of his mother echoed in his skull, forcing him out of the trance he had been in. For the first time, he doubted it was her. He obeyed regardless. Jason found you crouched under a hastily assembled leaf blanket, bear clutched tightly to your chest while you shivered in your sleep. He moved carefully, lifting your form with gentle ease as he brought you back into the cabin to rest. He didn't know why you had been an exception, your friends certainly hadn't been, but your presence did make him feel... protected? It was strange. He hadn't felt peace with a person at Camp Crystal Lake since his mother worked here, and even then her reach could only go so far. Maybe... if he could convince you...

You sat on the edge of your bed, hand haphazardly plunging a needle and thread into worn fabric that you'd finally been able to keep out of Jason's sight. Several years had gone by since you fell into the role of Camp Crystal Lake's second resident. While Jason disposed of trespassers and kept you safe, you kept the place tidy and him cared for. It was fairly easy, and Jason seemed to enjoy your company. He liked to help you clean, and would often hang around you while you were cooking, a habit you gathered was left over from when his mother was alive. You were relieved when he first rejected your romantic advances that you thought would be an easy escape plan, thankful that he truly did want nothing to do with that. Although, he did appreciate a doting kiss to the cheek (mask?) and other simple affections. The cabin door swung open as you reminisced, tying a final knot that you prayed would hold as the thread sealed the seam in the barely-held-together bear.

"Jason Voorhees, if you get any mud or blood on that floor so help me-" In an instant, an undead hand was extended towards you, holding a random assortment of flowers and leaves. A gentle smile graced your lips, replacing an older makeshift bouquet with the new one while he stood, hands fiddling at his sides.

"I have something for you too!" You stood, bear hidden behind your back as he tilted his head. Standing up on your tip-toes, you lifted the bear up to his face, watching as his stoic body language changed to a child-like joy. He scooped the bear up in an instant, pulling you in for a tight hug while your giggles filled the small cabin. In the midst of the moment, your eyes caught a glimpse of something on the floor, turning both of your attention's to the trail of Jason's boot-prints on the freshly cleaned floor. He got a very stern talking to about taking his shoes off before coming inside while he mopped the floor, apologizing for the mess the whole time.

[riddles-n-games]

Has anyone ever thought that maybe there are booby traps or hidden trapdoors in the secret tunnels of the Hawthorne House and that any unsuspecting Hawthorne brother may have gotten caught in them at some point? I believe that this would especially apply to our one and only Jameson Winchester Hawthorne who frequents them the most. Imagine Jamie's drunk, stumbles into one of the passageways because he's had a rough day (inferencing from Skye's conversation with Avery in the first book with how he used to get lost in those halls for long periods of time likely means they're his comfort spots) and he's in one that leads to the kitchen but then makes a wrong turn. There's a bit of buzzing in his head from the alcohol but a gut feeling is telling him he's going the wrong way, yet, he continues on anyway until he steps on a loose lock, triggering a trapdoor to open underneath him. He, of course, falls down into a room that he's never been in and straight up passes out only to end up staying there until the next evening around the time of the mandatory dinner that everyone has to show up to. Concluding that he's missing, his brothers set out on the hunt to find him.

Nash and Grayson are actively going through all his usual haunts, trying to locate him while Xander is trailing them with a camera in his hands, documenting the whole thing and throwing in over-the-top commentary as the unofficial narrator of the little documentary. When they finally get to the corridor that leads from Jamie's room to the kitchen, Nash spots the split in the hall and since they already checked the kitchen, he decides they should skip the typical route and check out that other way. Grayson tries to fight him on this but relents to Nash's brotherly instincts as the oldest of them and they go, Xander merrily following behind them.

To their surprise, they see a hole in the floor and rush to it only to find their very much asleep brother in the sunken space. Xan takes out his phone and starts to snap photos and neither of his older brothers stop him. Thankful that they found him, Nash jumps down and so does Grayson who searches for a light as Xander continues to film from above. Gray manages to find a switch and after getting over the initial brightness, also sees a way up again with a roll-down ladder so he unfolds it and climbs back up beside Xander to help Nash bring Jameson up. Meanwhile, Nash is trying to get a handle on his long and lanky brother who is just all sprawled out limbs so after a few minutes of wrestling him into a proper position, he pushes Jamie against the ladder for Grayson to start hauling him up. As he pulls him up by gripping under his shoulders, Nash is pushing Jameson’s legs up to get him out of there so he can come back up himself. 

After all this nonsense, they manage to get into formation and carry him back down the passage to his bedroom and Xander is “helping” them by having a hand on one of Jameson's knees but more so focusing on recording the segment which leaves Gray a little frustrated as he has a handle on the feet. It takes a bit of maneuvering around to get to Jameson's room with Jameson himself but they are able to do it and set him on his bed. Nash checks out Jameson's head to make sure there aren't any signs of a concussion while Grayson searches around for an Advil and a spare water bottle. When all is fine and dandy, Xander has his fun by tucking Jameson in and pulling out an old teddy bear before he leaves. He proceeds to stay up the entire night to put together and edit his video.

The next morning, when Jamie finally regains consciousness post-hangover, he wakes to a text from Xan featuring an iMovie file. He opens it up to find it’s a mini documentary of his brothers making rounds around the House, going slightly insane as they tried to find him with Xander’s unnecessary narration in his sober opinion.  Problem is, he realizes that the video isn’t in the one-on-one iMessage chat between him and Xander; his brother sent it to group chat with all four of them in it. He doesn't read the rest but when he does encounter any of his brothers the remainder of that day, they all give him a small smirk or amused shake of the head.

[sky-fire-forever]

Happy friday! For some Hawke/Anders/Justice (or any configuration thereof), ""will these actions haunt my days?" (from the Epic the musical prompts)

Thank you so much for this prompt! This one has some Anders and Justice fighting and also some suicidal thoughts on Anders' side, so please be aware of that going in. For @dadrunkwriting

My Hawke in this one is Scorpius, who uses they/them pronouns.

Several weeks after the explosion of the Kirkwall chantry, Anders is still having nightmares. He wakes up shaking, covered in sweat and still hearing the screams of the people trapped in places he couldn’t reach. The innocents in the surrounding buildings, the mages who turned to blood magic and demons to escape the templars, all the people Anders killed with his decision to unleash the waves of war. 

There are others who are dying that he doesn’t even know. Mages in Circles all across Thedas are being punished for his crime while he’s been allowed to escape with the people he loves. Their names will never be known and he’s killed them, hurt them, destroyed their sense of hope. 

He hardly speaks anymore and Hawke has to encourage him to eat. It’s hard to sit with the consequences for his actions, to acknowledge them. Justice isn’t fully happy either despite him being the one to urge Anders into this course of action. He’s not happy with all the innocents who have to die to see their war won, but he still doesn’t regret what they did. Not like Anders does. 

It was necessary. That’s what he tells himself and it’s what Hawke says too when they’re comforting him, but he doesn’t know if he believes it. If he can believe it. 

Awake after yet another nightmare, Anders gets out of bed. He extracts himself carefully from Hawke’s hold, doing his best not to disturb them as he gets up. Hawke makes a noise in their sleep, but rolls over to hold Fenris instead, gripping the elf like he’s some kind of lanky teddy bear.  

Anders slips out of the room and makes his way outside, breathing in the cool night air. It hits him like a splash of cold water to the face, but that’s what he needs right now: a reminder that he’s awake and alive and not back in Kirkwall. 

But he should be back in Kirkwall. He should be nothing but a corpse kicked into an unmarked grave. That’s what he and Justice planned, after all; they were supposed to die at Hawke’s hand after bringing forth the revolution. That’s what would be just. 

But they’re not dead. They’re alive with the knowledge of what they’ve done and how are they just supposed to live while knowing the consequences of their actions? There has been no immediate change, no glorious rebellion and revolution, only death and destruction and pain. What if the revolution never comes? What if it was all for nothing? 

Tears hit Anders’ cheeks and he realizes that they’re his own. He wipes them away, but more fall to take their place. He’s crying and he can’t stop and he feels so hopeless. 

“This is your fault,” he says bitterly. “You changed me.” 

He’s greeted with nothing but silence. “Nothing to say?” He demands. “I never should have let you possess me. I wish I hadn’t. I wish I’d let you return to the Fade when Kristoff’s corpse decayed.”

Another moment of silence. And then,

“It was your choice to let me in.” Justice’s voice is familiar within Anders’ head, loud and clear and certain. 

“I shouldn’t have done it.” 

“And yet you did. You allowed it, welcomed it. We can not change the past.”

“I hate you,” Anders mutters. “I wish I’d never met you.”

“Without me, you would have died to Rolan’s sword.” 

“Good!” Ander snaps. “I should have died then!” 

“Anders?” Anders turns to see Hawke standing in the doorway, concern written on their face. 

“Hawke, I–” He wipes at his tears, but he can’t seem to be rid of them. 

“Are you alright?” Hawke asks like they don’t know the answer. 

“I’m fine, love. Go back to sleep.” 

Hawke steps towards him. “Talk to me,” they say. “Please.” 

Anders sniffs. “There’s nothing to say. I did what I did. We did what we did.” He clenches his hand and then unfurls it. There’s so much tension in his body that he doesn’t know what to do with. 

Hawke sighs. “Anders, you did something extreme, but it was necessary.” 

“Necessary?” Anders rubs at his face. “That’s what you keep saying, but it wasn’t, was it? There– there might have been other ways.”

“That you didn’t already try?” Hawke crosses their arms. “People spoke out against Meredith and they were punished at every turn. The mage underground was wiped out. Innocent mages were being tortured and made Tranquil every day. Meredith was mad and would’ve called for the Rite of Annulment eventually.” 

“I made it happen that much sooner.” 

“Yes, but we were able to save lives and take down templars who would follow orders to kill every mage on sight.” Hawke sighs. “It– it wasn’t a perfect solution, but you had to do something after years of watching your people be oppressed. I understand.” 

They understand. So what if they understand? So what if Anders can’t think of anything else he could’ve done? He’d still committed a huge, horrible act. He and Justice share the blame, but that doesn’t relieve any of the guilt from Anders’ shoulders. 

“Will these actions haunt my days?” Anders asks. “I wasn’t supposed to survive with this guilt.” 

Hawke’s face falls. “I know.” They pull him close. “But you did survive and I’m here to help you live through it.” 

Anders closes his eyes and holds onto the shame. 

[madamegixxysticks]

Skylanders Trap Team Trappable Villains in a nutshell

(This was just because I was bored. Treat it like Vegetable Justice and don't be offended easy if I roast your favorite one.)

Life

Sheep Creep: The first baddie you shove in that emerald hammer, sorta like your first bug type with a pokeball.

Broccoli Guy: Useful... For everything not fighting.

Chompy Mage: Beloved old loon since 2012

Cuckoo Clocker: Where's the fighting element? No problem! Put him in life!

Shield Shredder: I guess they would've put you in tech, but all the chairs were taken.

Chompy: WHY ARE YOU DLC-

Water

The Gulper: A walking sin of Gluttony

Slobber Trap: Hey, boy! I think the Earth Element was that way.

Chill Bill: Was cool before it was cool.

Brawl and Chain: Somebody needs to give him a teddy bear, STAT.

Cross Crow: I guess water comes from your arrows...?

Threatpack: NEEERD-

Earth

Tussle Sprout: Hey, wanna swap elements with Cuckoo Clocker?

Chomp Chest: Yeaaah... That chest wasn't sus at all!

Grave Clobber: Why did you change to water in Imaginatiors...?

Golden Queen: Entitled to all the gold in Skylands, is female, and yells a lot... Is she Skylands' Karen?

Air

Buzzer Beak: Uhh... Okay.

Dreamcatcher: Oh... How she'd dream of having a better fight... Oh wait, Pain-Yatta and Hood Sickle have that? And they're in the same level as her?

Krankenstein: Are you trying to copy Jet-Vac? Is that why you're in Air?

Bad Juju: Why you don't mess with voodoo.

Tech

Bruiser Cruiser: Hey, your mech is kinda clever.

Shreadnaut: Double trouble!

Brawlrus: You gotta pick him!

Krankcase: Dude, you can take the hat off, you don't need to put that other hat ON TOP OF IT.

Trolling Thunder: How does THAT fit in the trap WITH him?!

Mab Lobs: What's with mirror people and facial hair?!

Magic

Bomb Shell: No another "Should be in tech"!

Pain-Yatta: Everything about you is great!... Expect the evolved form.

Rage Mage: Brocc but not useful.

Fire

Chef Pepperjack: How did you get into that baking contest?!

Scrap Shooter: GARBAGE DAY!

Grinnade: I'm sure Activision would've been sued if you didn't get a mouth.

Smoke Scream: Mr. "I have the best Skystone", which is better than KAOS.

Undead

Masker Mind: Green is not a creative COLOR.

Hood Sickle: I think my bestie has a crush on you.

Wolfgang: First you break others' eardrums, now you copy off of Snap Shot in Imaginators?

Bone Chompy: HOW ARE YOU NOT DLC?

Light

Eye-Five: You're lucky I'm convinced you're a living plushie.

Blaster-tron: Systems indicate: You are a very cool bot.

Lob Goblin: Not again with another "should be in tech"!

Luminious: Actually, I got nothing. You're good.

Dark

Eye-Scream: Would I need to call a dentist or an eye doctor...?

Fisticuffs: I guess you're meant to be like the Pokemon version of the Dark Ty- er, Element?

Tae Kwon Crow: WHO DARES PUT ME IN A NUTSHELL?!

Nightshade: ...Now I'm going to give the "Worst Doom Raider Fight" medal to you. And that's because I can't think of any way to fix yours!

Kaos

.... Basically the Joker, but bald, the size of a dwarf, and has nothing to do with clowns... He's a metamorphic one.

[southerndragontamer]

Unlikely Allies

@writing-prompt-s had a post I just had to do, and right in time for Halloween too!

The bedroom was lit by a star shaped night light, it cast a small galaxy onto the ceiling and walls. There were games on the shelf, the window curtain opened a little to see the outside autumn trees and the moonlit night. The Jack o lanterns that glittered on the nearby porches. It was a lovely childhood scene.

The bed contained a few stuffed animals, the covers in soft blues and purples, showed no movement as there was a long taloned hand that curled around the edge of the bed, from underneath it. And reached, felt where the child usually slept in anticipation for the shriek of fear only….nothing.

The teddy bear that was in the bed, almost over the edge like it had been dropped there, watched as the hand felt around, patted the mattress a few times, and then seemed to vanish. The nightlight flickered, dimmed as there was the sound of scratching at the hardwood floor.

The form that pulled itself up from under the bed was twisting, writhing darkness, limbs too long, spindly and branch like, talons curled on the floor as it hunched over, skeletal spine arched the many spines along it vibrated a little, the face was a macabre mix of animals elongated snout, large sunken in eyes that glowed in the darkness of the room with lamplike light trapped within, long drooping ears, the fanged maw opened and a voice like screeching wind and guttural growling slipped out between many fangs.

“Where are they bear?”

The response didn’t come for a moment, the sound of shifting fabric and then a mass of brown and black fur shook, pushed up and a low, rough voice grumbled as dark eyes narrowed, as the bear dwarfed the creature in bulk yet was just slightly shorter than it.

“They went into the closet after being tucked in, creature. I tried to stop them but it was like they were in a trance…”

The bear glanced toward the aforementioned closet, the door was still opened slightly, ominously. Xey lumbered over, the pink bandanna around xeir neck was lopsided and faded with age. Childish handwriting of ‘TeDdy’ written in crayon.

“The closet?”

Was echoed, lamplike eyes narrowed with a low possessive snarl and as TeDdy opened the closet door, xey were shoved hard to the side as it stalked forward, spines vibrating angrily.

“Out of the way bear, you’ll be of no help.”

Only the creature didn’t even get inside before it was slammed into the opposite wall. It shook, the posters of Sailor Moon and Pokemon shuddered and threatened to come unattached from the wall. TeDdy snarled in its face, large fangs chipped and crooked from xeir past fights against it.

“They are my cub! My charge! No one gets to tell me to stay behind, especially you creature!”

Xey stumbled back as claws slashed down xeir chest through fur and white blood stained fur. It snapped back in a hiss, flexing its hand to send drops of blood onto the floor.

“And they are my chosen prey! I will not sit and starve just because you desire to storm through whatever realm they went to!”

TeDdy roared and threw xemself at it, and the fight that followed was quick, a minute or two. But the walls shook, furniture was shoved around and some things fell to the ground. But the bear ended up pinning the creature to the floor, one paw at its throat and xey boomed with barely restrained anger even as it had claws dug into xer chest.

No one messed with a bear’s cubs and got away unscathed after all.

“Enough! Enough. Our fighting does nothing, the longer they’re in the closet the less time we have to rescue them.”

There was a sigh, reluctant and born anxiety any good guardian felt, then xey moved away from it. The creature blinked and cocked its head, eyes narrowed.

“We?”

TeDdy snorted at the incredulous echo and nodded as xey went back to the door and fully opened the closet.

“As much as I want to leave you to lick your wounds until the next fortnight…you are a good fighter creature. And as neither of us knows what exactly took them, it….is better to go in together.”

The creature got up, and looked at xem, it’s hand rubbed over the old scars it had from prior years of combat with the bear. It knew under the thick fur were scars it had left in return. As much as it didn’t want to, it could admit the same. It let out a huffed sigh and it came over and shoved clothes and a few boxes of toys out of the way.

“True then bear. Until we get our child back, we work together”

“TeDdy”

“What?”

“My name. If we are allies, however temporary, use my name.”

The bear tapped the bandanna xey wore, the first gift xeir child had given xem, xey cocked xeir head, ears twitched a bit.

“What is yours?”

The creature paused, blinked. Name?….its kind didn’t really use names, all spoke in vibration and different kinds of darkness akin to bioluminescence. It was vaguely aware of the bear-TeDdy, grabbing a small wooden hammer. The weapon turned into a giant two handed war hammer as xey fit the belt around xeir massive back.

Conversations it had heard from one of its child’s fathers as he had reassured them of ‘nothing being under the bed’ in the way parents always do even if children knew better.

“There’s no way a spook or goblin can get you ok? You have us, and you have teddy. It’s ok baby.”

“Spook. My name is Spook.”

Came out softly after a moment then it snorted. Of course xey would use a heavy weapon. The creature-Spook, to think it had a name now…rolled its eyes, swirling light in its sockets, then a rapier formed out of shadow, hardened into crystal for a delicate appearance that belied how deadly it was.

TeDdy’s fanged grin as xey saw the blade made some sort of strange emotion flicker in its chest. It set a hand on the bear’s shoulder and focused, darkness pulsed out, and found the injuries xey had sustained and black thread stitched them closed.

“Our child would be upset if they saw you injured, TeDdy.”

There was a softly stunned blink, as xey had resigned xemself to the unfortunate process of being ‘restuffed’ in xeir disguised form after this venture. The thread was cold, but not unpleasant. In an attempt to ignore the flutter in xeir chest the bear chuckled and gestured with a paw.

“After you then Spook.”

Spook grabbed xeir arm as it stepped past, they went into this together. It chuckled as xey stumbled at the unexpected pull but the two fell into step in the way of a warband as the portal opened up.

Whatever was on the other side would have no idea what awaited them, teddy bears and monsters under the bed were natural, mortal enemies. No one could ever think they would ever want nothing more than to see the other gone. But in this, both had the same goal: They were getting their child back.

[animeziska]

#7 Danganronpa: The Animation

Danganronpa: The Animation is an anime adaptation of the Danganronpa game. While there’s also Danganronpa 2 and 3 as anime, I want to focus on the very first season because, for me, it had the biggest horror factor. Maybe because after that, you already know how things work in the franchise.

At its core, Danganronpa is a deadly mystery anime. The students of Hope’s Peak Academy are trapped by a psychotic, living teddy bear named Monokuma. There’s only one way to escape: you have to kill a fellow student without being found out. If you’re caught you get executed in the most bizarre and grotesque way possible. These scenes stand out stylistically, and the executions are always over-the-top, twisted and tailored to the characters personalty. And, of course, if the murderer gets away with it, everyone else is executed. So, no pressure on figuring out who the real killer is. ahem

The characters are all very unique, each with their own strengths and weaknesses. In this deadly game, you have to rely on your own intuition to survive and avoid being killed. The school is now filled with an atmosphere of betrayal and death. Everyone is constantly watching their back, knowing that any of their classmates could turn on them at any moment. How far are you willing to go to escape this psychological death game? Can you stay sane while the world around you is full paranoia. Who will snap and become a killer, and who will end up as a victim? Only one thing is for sure: The only way out is to shed blood.

The tension and fear build throughout the series, with its mind games and constant paranoia keeping you on edge. You never know when the next betrayal will happen. At the end I should nite that the blood in this series is pictured pink. Yes, a bright pink and not dark red. While this does detract the shock moments a bit, I guarantee you thst Danganronpa is a perfect pick for a spooky Halloween night.

[becauseanders]

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Marian Hawke, my canon Hawke (take your pic of fics, not all but most of these are about her)

underground parking lot you’re a bear trap, always snapping at people who get too close. you’re a cornered animal, hissing and growling at everyone, no matter if they’re good or bad. you’re a limping dog, too proud and too scared to accept help from others. it must be tiring. the world seems like a scary place. but there is good. it may seem all doom and gloom, full of uncaring people and false promises. but there are caring people and lots of love to give. don’t be afraid.

Trista Hawke, my beautiful disaster from It Means Tumult

abandoned mall on the outside, you seem like the perfect person. always laughing, always cracking jokes, always making people happy. you scoff at the ignorant people, and embrace the ones who appreciate you. but when you’re alone, you can’t help but shed your mask. it’s so hard trying to please everyone. it’s tiring having to keep your facade going; it’s getting harder to hide the cracks. you wish you could tell people how you really feel, but that stupid mask just won’t come off.

Garrett Hawke, my rotating cinnamon roll male Hawke for universes such as the Pacific Rim AU and the teddy bear doctor AU

library you may seem like an introvert, quiet and simple. but you’re just waiting for the right people to come along and pick you up like an interesting book. when you’re with your friends, you’re an explosion of colour and fun and a symphony of emotions. you’re deeply loyal to those you care about, and is always making sure everyone is feeling good. you’re a deeply interesting person with loads to talk about, and it’s only a matter of time until someone truly discovers how amazing you are.

i think i'm just gonna leave it at Hawkes for now :3

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