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starrystella85 · 7 months ago

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Home Sweet Home Au (image and Au by: @MissMio)

Since the day you left that hell scape of a toy factory known as Playtime Co. you may have brought some stowaways with you, specifically Dogday, Catnap, Kissy, Huggy, Poppy, you get the idea. The human toy experiments that Playtime Co. created from their insane and sadistic imagination, honestly what were they thinking when they did this, anyways you took them home with you to your giant mansion in the woods, that your family owned thanks to not only the money you had made at Playtime Co. while it was still in operation, but because your family owned a huge marketing company that made millions. What was it named? Safe Heaven Toys LLC, funny really that your life revolved around toys.

On the drive home cause you had to make multiple trips during the night so no one would see the monstrosities that were once human in the back of your truck, you pulled into the driveway with the last of the toys, and as soon as you step inside Dogday and Catnap are the first to greet you.

"Welcome home Angel!" The orange stuffed dog said as his tail wagged violently through the air, his tone upbeat and energetic.

"Savior. . .welcome." The purple cat said in a more sleepy tone, but nonetheless excited to see you as his tail snaked it's way around your hips.

"hey guys. . .ugh. . ." You said to them before almost collapsing from the amount of sleep and sustenance you were deprived of, you were lucky that Carnap still had his tail wrapped around your hips to make sure you wouldn't fall face first.

"You need. . .rest now. . .Savior." Catnap stated and honestly you couldn't have agreed more. And so you were brought upstairs to the master bedroom, your room and placed on your king sized bed. As soon as you hit the mattress you pass out immediately, out like a damn light. It would take at least a week before you can recover from all the bullshit that you when through or so the toys thought. Apparently you only need like three days of sleep and a large portion of food, but other than that you were good.

Everyday for the next three days the toys would check on you, making sure that you were alright and well provided for, then just like that you were back on your feet ready to start the day. You've never felt *this* peaceful before, actually you've never felt *this* peaceful a day in your life since you were always moving and on the go, but it felt nice and finally having some company thanks to the living toys you didn't feel as lonely as you originally did before they came into your life.

"Angel how are you feeling now?" Dogday asks you know he's just doing it out of concern for you, he was always a sweet one, possessive? Maybe, but definitely sweet.

"I'm alright Dogday, I've just been doing one to many things that I crashed." You replied back to him, easing his worries, still there's a small glint in his eyes that say otherwise. "I'm being honest Dogday I'm fine." You told him as you began to scratch behind his ears making his foot do the weird moving thing. It was adorable to see and you couldn't help but scratch harder and harder which caused his tail to start thumping against the floor, causing a giggle to come out of your lips. Hearing your soft voice and fits of laughter caused a deep crimson blush to spread across Dogday's face. If he was given the chance he could listen to you all day, cause something about your voice just makes his heart flutter. Unfortunately the moment was short lived cause Catnap having a long ass tail like he does managed to snatch you up and drag you away from the loving pup that was Dogday.

"CATNAP!!! 💢" Yup Dogday was pissed as soon as you were stolen away from him. He tried searching all of the mansion but the mansion was to big and had one too many rooms that Catnap could use to hide, so the poor angry orange puppy gave up, but he swore if he saw that cat again he was going to teach him a lesson about stealing *HIS* angel away from him. Meanwhile Catnap and taken you to the more quiet areas of the house, mainly the ones you didn't have any use for and was just kinda sitting there gathering dust, except for a room that Catnap made to be his nesting spot. The room had a bunch of mattresses, blankets, pillows, and other soft plush-like materials he could find, half of them belonging to you, and the other half you don't know where in gods name he got it from. Probably stole it or something.

"hi Catnap." You said to the large purple cat as he looked at you while holding you within his arms. A faint purr came from his throat as his ears flicked, indicating that he acknowledges you.

"Savior. . ." He says. Ever since you saved him from, what would have been an unfortunate accident if you didn't intervene, was his near death encounter with 1006, and while he knows that he'll always be somewhat loyal to the prototype, he'll mostly be loyal to you just like, if more, the prototype.

Later you were wondering around aimlessly tell someone hugged you from behind. When you looked up you saw the blue huggable monster himself, Huggy Waggy. He'd changed since he and the other toys left the factory with you, and like Dogday, he was extremely clingy. It also didn't help that fact that whenever he looked at you he gave you this innocent little face as if saying "love me."

#@MissMio #poppy playtime #yandere #Poppy Playtime au #gn reader #SunnyAngel #sleepyangel #fluff

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purelyfiction · 9 months ago

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stars in a line - robert 'bob' floyd x f!reader

Word Count: 1,207 words

Summary: Chicken's in the skillet, ice in the drink, head's in the clouds, diamond's in the rough, he's in a Chevy and I'm in love // Tips in the apron, hair's in a braid, Mercury's all in retrograde // He's in a T-shirt all cleaned up, Good lord almighty, mama don't wait up // Chills down my spine, hearts on the line, He's all mine and I'm in love

Content Warning: fluff!! also note of animal abandonment

Author Note: another round for @ohtobeleah 's galentines writings :))))))

the familiar rumble of the older engine makes your features split with a smile. when bob had told you he was gonna drive his truck from montana to california you thought he was losing his mind.

then he'd explained why he was so insistent.

that he'd taken you out in that '87 Chevy all those years ago. after weeks of coming into the diner you worked in after school, dozens and dozens of milkshake and fry basket combos (and subsequent heartburn) just so he could hang out with you. he'd gotten up the nerve to finally ask you out. that truck had been your front row seats at the drive in watching a rerun of some old army movie his dad had recommended.

he'd taken the two of you to prom in that truck. to high school graduation, your college graduation. when the engine died on you while he was stationed in atlanta he'd taught you how to fix the thing via facetime.

beverly the chevy had been there for so many of your big moments. she'd been the reason why bob ended up buying the house that you stood contently in.

'bev is gonna need a place out of the elements if she's gonna stay top notch.'

this house had been the only one with a two car garage. one side for bev and one side for your car.

now when the engine rumbles echoed in the garage and made the older house vibrate, you couldn't help but grin. the sizzling of chicken in a skillet on the stove greets bob when he steps into the kitchen. he's greeted with the smell and a bottle of wine in a pile of ice in the sink. the door to the garage shuts, and you glance over your shoulder. when you do, you're witnessing the brown paper bouquet in his hands, white t-shirt on his shoulders, levis hugging his waist, trucker cap right where it belongs. he knows what this does to you. it's a simple look, nothing more than the basics but that's what does it. it highlights him. the man you love, bare bones and all.

the same man you fell for in that truck bed all those years ago.

he slides his boots off and wraps his arms around you from behind you, showing off the flowers he carried in. "happy flowers to you," he's humming now, making you giggle as his arms tight around you start bouncing you back and forth as he sings to the tune of 'happy birthday', "happy flowers to you, happy flowers, happy flowers, to my valentine youuuuuu" he punctuates the end of the song with a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you ease the weight of the florals from his hand.

"these are stunning, bo." you grin as he lets go, letting you turn to face him fully as he smiles.

"i know, i picked 'em cause they remind me of you." bob grins before pressing a quick kiss to your lips, barely pulling back when he speaks again, "happy valentines, sweet girl." you repeat the sentiment before he takes the arrangement and starts to get them into water.

you can't help but stare as he begins trimming the ends of each stem, easing them into the vase. you can smell the freshness of his body wash, having showered on base before he came home to you. couldn't waste time on your night together - and he knew it. the combination on him is near lethal to you. if you weren't actively cooking dinner, the counter would have been supplying a different kind of heat to the kitchen.

"i bought you something!" you nearly startle him with your sudden announcement, the reminder of your gift hitting you as you watch him. running down the hall causes the pup in the living room to chase after you, causing you and bob to both laugh.

shadow had been an unplanned addition to your lives because the poor pup appeared on your back deck one night. the collar on his neck held your current address. the previous owners had barely been involved with the process of the sale, so you didn't have their contact information to tell them hey assholes, you left your dog.

so, you and bob joked that the house came with a guardian, a black lab and german shepherd mix (bob got his dna tested out of infuriating curiosity). he quickly clung to the two of you - thus 'shadow'.

you lug the box into the kitchen, where bob has kept an eye on the meal you had recklessly abandoned. looking at you he huffs a gasp. "sweet girl, this is unnecessary." he laughs, taking the wrapped gift from your arms and sliding it onto the counter. still, he tears into it and reveals the milkshake maker, making him laugh, looking over at you with a grin. "that why you got your hair all done like this?" he grins, his fingers moving over the braid you'd plaited this morning.

"maybe." you hum, kissing his cheek as he looks over the box holding the machine. that diner the two of you met in had closed not long after you moved to san diego. you'd spent hours there and he'd once complimented the ribbon in your hair when it was woven into the braid on your head. recently, bob had mentioned how he'd missed those milkshakes they'd always made him.

he grins, before tucking his hand into his pocket. "hold out your hand." you hold it out as he asks, palm up. what he sets into your palm catches you off guard.

you'd been expecting something small, likely a jewelry box or something, like the years before.

instead a little metal circle is dropped into your palm. shining and glimmering. diamonds along it like stars in a line. your spine is electrified with chills, as your jaw drops as you look at him in awe. "bob, what-you-"

"i can get on my knee if you want, i'm just- i'm so in love with you. i'm truly in awe of you and how valid you make me feel. how valued and cherished i feel - how you listen," his head nods to the machine on the counter, "and you care and you never fail to be the best. just simply the best. i hope that i am for you-"

cutting him off you speak, "and you are," he laughs.

"then i wanna continue being that for you. for forever." you're sliding the new piece of jewelry onto your ring finger before he can get the words out, your arms slinking around his shoulders and linking your lips with his.

when you pull back, you grin.

"you're mine. i'm all yours and i'm in love. i'm so in love with you. with our life and the path we're on." you whisper. his hand takes a hold of your arm before the two of you jump at the sound of a smoke detector, both of you scrambling to clear the kitchen of smoke.

when the alarm is off and the burnt chicken is tossed, you smirk as you pull ice cream from the fridge.

"ice cream for dinner?" you try. bob grins.

"how about milkshakes instead?"

#bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun fic #top gun maverick fanfiction #bob x reader #bob floyd #robert floyd x you #robert floyd x y/n #robert floyd x reader #robert x reader #robert bob floyd #bob floyd smut #bob floyd x f!reader #bob floyd fic #bob floyd fanfiction

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 3 months ago

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The Girl Next Door

Pairing: Crazy!Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Notes: This is accidetally a series maybe from he request I recived about the movie The Boy Next Door? I cannot start another series but here I am apparently

Hi! I promise you I'm writing. Like my inbox is full! But this has been the craziest week and it's going to be that way for a little longer and I just don't to right write now and it's f r u s t r a t i n g

P.S I wrote the right write in the wrong place hahahaha

Eddie looks up from his weeds as a large moving truck backs up to the garage of the house next door. It had been empty for a couple months after the Andersons had moved out and they’d been trying to sell it.

There was nothing wrong with it, they just wanted too freaking much, and when they finally came down in price, it got snatched up pretty quickly. It was an overall nice house, he’d been inside it before, two beds two baths, a freaking pool. He’d have to get in good with the new family that lived there… and what perfect way than to offer a little help unloading.

He stands up, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and stretching a little. The white tank top he’s in is already covered in dirt anyway, no need to change. He dusts off his gloves as he walks toward the new owners, rehearsing his “welcome to the neighborhood” speech in his head

“Hi I’m Eddie, wow your wife has amazing taste in furniture!” He mumbles to himself as he walks up to the truck. He drags his hand along the side of it as he comes around to the closed hatch

“Hi there!” He calls out to the man who’s standing in front of it “Eddie Diaz” he holds his hand out

“Kent” He shakes Eddie’s hand “Jonathan, You live close by?” He looks around at the surrounding houses

“Actually-“ Eddie throws a thumb back “Right there. Thought I’d be neighborly, maybe offer some help for a bit?”

“Oh man that would be so cool if you could” He grips his shoulder, smiling. Jonathan seems nice enough, he’s a bit older, maybe in his mid-40s. His hair started to grey a bit but he still looks pretty good.

He pulls out the ramp and Eddie walks up first, throwing the large door open and taking a second to look at everything.

It’s all very… girly. And that’s really the only way he can explain it, but it looks so meticulously picked out, everything matches something, you can clearly see the bedroom furniture pieces and living room pieces

“Your wife has interesting tastes” He comments, because what the hell else do you say… she must be a young thing with the sheer amount of different freaking colors.

Well damn good for you Jonathan.

“Oh! This isn’t my wife’s stuff, this is-“

He’s interrupted by a loud honking noise as a car comes speeding down the road, a powder blue Volkswagen bug with a tan hood down comes screeching to a halt. Some song with a good beat is playing loudly in a language he can’t even understand

“We’re here!!” He hears a voice cheer and a dog barking from outside of the truck.

“There she is” Jonathan chuckles as he walks around the side of the truck. Before Eddie can even exit the truck he’s knocked over onto a couch by a large ball of fur that’s decided he’s the perfect place to sit down. He holds the dog in his arms, who apparently has no problem with the fact that he’s a complete stranger

“Hey! Vulpix get back here!!” Eddie can hear footsteps but he can’t see who they belong to around the panting pup in his lap

“Vulpix! Get off you crazy jerk!” You snap your fingers and “Vulpix” your Labrador Retriever jumps down and comes over to sit at your feet with a big huff

“I’m so sorry I thought it was just us, so I let go of the leash! He’s been dying to get on the truck. I think he likes the ramp.”

Eddie honestly stopped listening at “Vulpix” his heart must have fully stopped beating as he stared at you. You’re smaller than he is, so much smaller actually he wonders how you handle all that dog. He wonders if you need help handling all that dog

Do you have a boyfriend? It doesn’t fucking matter, he can get past that.

Is Jonathan your boyfriend?? No. No, he’s probably your father… that’s probably what he was going to say. Wait- fuck wait

“I’m Y/N!” He zones back in just in time, looking at your hand out in front of him. He takes it and gets off of your couch, your very fluffy couch. He really hopes he didn’t get any dirt on it

“Eddie” He shakes your hand a bit dumbly, he’s melting more and more with every word out of your mouth, you could be reading the dictionary and he’d know every definition by heart

He’s still shaking your hand as your father comes over now, rubbing Vulpix’s head.

“Mr. Diaz graciously offered to help move you in honey! Sorry for the interruption Eddie, but this is my daughter, she’s the one moving here”

Eddie nods at your dad… still shaking your hand. You tilt your head at him, a little smirk on your face

“You maybe wanna let go? So we can get started?”

No, no he didn’t want to let go. No way in hell was he ever letting go. You didn’t know it yet, but god did Y/N Diaz have a nice little ring to it…

A few hours later and you’re all sprawled out on the living room furniture. Eddie purposely sat on the couch with you so you’d put your legs up in his lap, actually, he put them in his lap on his own, you’d put your feet on the floor when you flopped down and he pulled them right up, saying it was your couch, your house and he was cool with it.

So, freaking cool with it.

“Dinners on me kids, you want anything in particular?” Your dad asks from the floor and you groan sorely as you turn to look at Eddie

“You’re the expert, any ideas?”

“I mean I wouldn’t say I’m an expert” He rubs your leg subtly, his fingers tracing over the smooth skin, like he’s just absentmindedly thinking

“I mean, pizza feels like moving food not gonna lie” He chuckles and you give him a thumbs-up

“Hard agree. Got any good places around here?” You pull out your phone and start looking at places and he eases your phone from your hands and sets it down on your torso

“Leo’s is literally the best, I can place the order and pick it up. That’ll give us all time to freshen up and maybe we can eat it at my place in 45 minutes? You know, where there are plates?”

You kick at his thigh and he smirks, using that as an excuse to slap your thigh back, just so he can feel you, his hand lingers there as he looks up at you with a devilish smirk. The sound of his palm hitting your skin sends a shiver up his spine because he could think of so many other things he’d love to listen to

“Plates sound great,” you say sassily, putting your hands on your hips and he gets up, letting your feet fall to the floor. Jonathan hands him a $50 and points at him

“Now don’t you go running off with that” he jokes and Eddie smiles and slips his hands into his pockets

“How could I?” He backs up toward the door and pushes it open with his side “You know where I live”

His heart flutters when you laugh, it makes him kinda dizzy and very giddy. He leaves your house and jogs over to his own to take a shower. He orders the pizza and tosses his phone onto the bed before closing his curtains, he’s thinking ahead this time, planning just a little more than usual.

Because your bedrooms are across from one another.

He peeks through the curtains real quick just making sure it was the same setup he was used to from the old neighbors. He’s not really sure why he’s second-guessing that as he wanders into the bathroom and starts stripping down slowly, he’ll admit it, he purposely put the boxes marked “bedroom” in that room. They’d been using it as an office, and seeing as the two rooms were basically the same size… he just thought he’d give you a little push in the right direction.

Stepping into the shower and letting the cool water rain down over his head, He turns it colder as his thoughts drift over to you because how could they not? He’d been watching you bend over and lift those boxes all afternoon, those tight yoga shorts had him disappearing faster into the truck and helping your dad bring in the couches faster than it took him to get the boner in the first place

He presses his fist to the shower wall and rests his forehead against it

“Shit. Shit” He curses as he grabs his cock, stroking his soapy hand over it. He pants against the wall as he tugs on his cock, jerking it quickly, he doesn’t have the time to be leisurely about this, you’re waiting.

He thrusts his hips, groaning deeply as he fucks his hand. If he thinks hard enough he can imagine your smaller hand, wrapped around his cock, your bare chest pressed to his as you giggle like a little cutie and tease him

He can imagine thrusting between your thighs, feeling your clit rubbing against his cock as he thrusts faster and gets you both off. He wonders if you’re a virgin, he hopes you are for his own sake really. Because imagining other men touching you? Another man putting his disgusting ass hands on his baby. He grunts angrily as his fist comes up to slam against the shower wall, the doors shake a little as his shoulders heave, and his mind is all over the place, switching between still dreaming of you underneath him, squirming and crying as he impales you in the shower and wondering if another man has had you before

He’d make you pay for that, just a little.

He finishes washing up and shuts off the shower, he ruined it on his own really. He could have finished and been satisfied but nooo… he had to think of other shit. He steps out of the shower, wraps the towel around his waist, and walks over to the vanity

“Come on man, get it together” He scolds his reflection as he leans over the sink, his palms flat on the counter. He takes another towel and fluffs his hair, trying to dry it when he hears the doorbell

“Are you-“ he looks around for a second, but all of his clothes are in the dryer. Well, shit this is about to be awkward. He fastens the towel around his waist as tight as he can and puts the other around his neck. The doorbell rings again and he rolls his eyes

“I’m coming!” He yells as he strides down the corridor

“Jesus-“ he swings the door open and there you stand, holding a backpack in front of you

“Hey sorry, I was wondering if-“ Your mouth falls open a little as you stare at the Adonis in front of you. His towel came loose as he was walking, allowing the nearly perfect framing of the deep v-shape of his body. The happy trail nearly sends you into cardiac arrest as Eddie leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms and studying his nails

“You know…” he makes his voice deeper and he can see the little shiver that goes through you as it drops an octave or two

“I’d let you take a picture if you asked nicely”

“Huh?” You stare at him a little dumbly and he can feel his serotonin shooting through the roof. He puts his finger under your chin and closes your mouth

“You’re cute when you’re flustered” He steps aside and reaches for your arm, pulling you slowly into his house

“What a stupid lamb” He mumbles as he shuts the door and walks away from you. It’s taking every bone in his body not to drag you into his bedroom lock the door and never let you out

“Patience Eddie…” He reprimands that caged animal within him, jumping at the chance of you two being alone

“So whenever you can talk again-” He starts to walk back to his room “You just let me know what you need sweet thing”

He purposely starts to mess with his towel before he gets into his bedroom, and the way he looks back at you, his eyes flashing with a deep-seated hunger? He can swear he almost sees the same look in yours.

He’s almost done getting ready when there’s the littlest knock at his door, he snorts as he pulls his jeans over his ass and zips them

“Come in”

The door creeks open and he turns around, grabbing his shirt from the bed and smiling at you

“What can I do for you?”

He grins as you walk in with your eyes shut, feeling around so you don’t walk into anything. He takes the opportunity to step forward and your palms collide with his chest. He captures them before you can yank them away and your eyes pop open as you feel his pecks under your hands

“Uhh- um??“ you stammer and he looks down at you, stepping closer. Fuck he loves your size difference

“You realize by the time you finally get out whatever it is that you need, I’m going to have to leave to pick up the pizza?”

He lets go of one of your hands and strokes your cheek with the back of his finger before he tilts your chin up to him

“Come on Y/N,” He says it just the littlest bit sternly and he grins at the way you melt a little, blinking slowly. Good, you can take direction… that’s going to be important.

“Can I use your shower?”

Now it’s his turn to be a complete mess. You?? You want to use his shower??

“I'm done for the day, pretty tired. My dad is setting up my bed frame and I don’t want to go to bed dirty and you have everything I’ll need and I know it’s a lot to ask considering-“

“Down the hall to the left” He interrupts you, and he doesn’t want to because he loves hearing you babble… but his jeans are starting to get a little tight and if you don’t leave the room he’s going to jump you, he’s going to throw you down on that bed and-

“Thank you!! Thank you so so much!” You scurry from his bedroom/

He knows he fucking knows this is dangerous. But he also knows it’s his damn house and he can do as he pleases

Kind of.

The door hinges won’t squeak, he’s sure they won’t he’d just fixed and oiled them up a few days ago. He pushes the door open just a few inches, testing it before opening it just wide enough to slip in. You’re singing that same song from earlier and he’s getting distracted by the sweet sounds of your voice and oddly impressed you know the lyrics

“Fucking focus” He growls at himself as he hides behind the closet wall. He peeks around the corner, he knows you won’t see him…not from this angle.

But fuck can he see you

He palms at the front of his jeans and unzips them slowly while pulling out his cock, the tip leaks onto the floor as he starts to stroke himself. He watches you shampooing your hair, your breasts bouncing as you scrub it in.

He’d shampoo your hair for you, condition it too, and help you rinse the soap from your body. His hand moves faster as he dreams of holding the detachable head to your clit and watching you shudder and shake in his arms as he makes sure you’re nice and clean down there.

He bites down on his fist as he cums hard in his hand, he hasn’t cum like this in a long time. He feels like a stupid teenager as he desperately fucks his hand and fights not to moan your name.

His legs are jello as he leans against the wall, his heart pounding in his chest. His head tilts back as he stares into space, enjoying the steamy atmosphere of the room as he comes down from his high

He looks down at his hands, wiping them on the front of his jeans quickly (great he has to freaking change) when he notices it

“Fuck. Shit. Fuck fuck shit fuck” He breathes as he snatches your panties from the floor and slips from the bathroom and quietly shuts the door.

“Maybe she won’t notice. Maybe it’s fine” he holds the pink cotton in his hands and looks at the cum stains on it. It… looks so fucking good there and it takes a second for him to snap out of it before he decides to get off with them all over again.

“It’s. Fine.” He takes a deep breath “So fine.”

He decides to change his jeans and stuff your panties in the bottom of his hamper. He’ll clean them and return them! You know- eventually. But it’s fine, you won’t notice, you won't question it and it’s fine”

Getting out of the danger zone is probably the best idea. He goes into the kitchen and stands at the counter, flexing his fingers before pouring himself a cup of lemonade. Personally, he’d like something a bit stronger to take the edge off but hey he has to drive. He’s just going over his monitor set up when he hears the soft pad of your feet coming down the hallway, your backpack in your hands once again

“Seriously, thanks again for everything” you sigh as you walk over to him, he can feel the warmth of the shower you were just in radiating from your body

“Yeah no, no it’s not a problem I keep telling you. It’s nice to have a new neighbor.” He sips his lemonade, watching you turn your head to the side as you look out of the kitchen window. Were you seriously not going to say anything about the fact that you were absolutely missing your underwear? Did you even notice he wonders? Maybe you didn’t… huh.

Eddie entrusts you with his house key as he goes to pick up the pizza, he walks you back over to your house and your father volunteers to go with him, to give you some space to unpack a few things or to just breathe for a bit.

“You know, I’m glad we met Eddie. You seem like a pretty okay guy”

Jonathan holds the pizzas in his lap on the way back home and Eddie smiles

“That means a lot, sir. You know you two seem pretty okay yourselves.” He jokes as he turns onto your street.

“As a dad, I- well I worry about my little girl you know? One day I’m teaching her how to ride a bike and the next she's moving into a place all on her own. I’m worried about her… and, I hope it’s not too much to ask Eddie, he’ll it already seems like it is.”

“Hey, you can ask me anything. Honestly.” He keeps his tone smooth and level, turning his head to look at him for a second.

“I think she’d kill me if she knew I asked so maybe we keep this between us… would you look out for her? Just kinda check in from time to time maybe?”

It’s like this relationship has been handed to him on a silver platter. He pulls into his driveway and turns off the car, holding onto the gearshift for a moment. Her father already trusted him, and honestly, that was the biggest hurdle he was worried about.

“Mr. Kent, it would be my honor to watch out for your little girl. I’m a firefighter, it’s kind of what I do”

Jonathan chuckles and pats Eddie’s hand “Enough with the Mr. Kent, it’s a little stuffy for my tastes, son. Jonathan or John is perfectly fine”

“Hey, have you seen my phone anywhere?” You pop your head into the kitchen and Eddie shrugs

“No sorry, uh you good with three to start?”

“Yeah sure, I’ll have my dad call it again I guess”

His fingers are practically itching as he looks down at your phone further back on the counter… you weren’t going to be back for a few minutes and that was enough time he was sure of it, he knew this process like the back of his hand. Just…hold the volume buttons and click the side three times and his software would show up. Really all it took was him placing his phone on top of yours and it would do the rest for him

It was absolutely for your safety, you were new here. He needed to know where you were and who you were with, your father asked him to look out for you after all. And who was he to deny a worried father?

[100%] flashes across the screen and Eddie slots his phone back in his pocket. He’d have to set it up within the next four hours before it erased itself. He puts a few napkins over it and goes back to plating the food when it starts ringing

“Oh, there it is!” You laugh as you come back around into the kitchen

“Aw shit, sorry sweetheart, I must’ve covered it earlier” he hands you your plate and picks up the other two and you smile at him, bumping his side with yours

“You big jerk, how do I know you weren’t creeping through it?” You laugh as he follows you into the living room

“Who me? Worried I’ll see your internet history?” He grins devilishly as he sets both plates down and your father slides one over

“I don’t think I want to know what you two are talking about” He chuckles as he digs in. It’s pleasant getting to know you, he tries not to seem like he’s hanging from your every word, your every breath, especially with your father sitting right there.

No, he needs to play it cool

“So first night in your house all alone kiddo, you excited?”

“Kinda” you smile a little “Also kinda nervous. I’m glad I have Vulpix with me…” You look down at your pizza for a minute, because it’s sinking you will be alone for the first time tonight

“Hey you have me too” Eddie reaches out and rests his hand on your arm, squeezing lightly

“You have my number and I’m right across the lawn! You call me anytime and I’ll come right over okay?”

“Oh come on Eddie” you scoff a little, missing the way his eyes darken when you move your arm to eat your pizza

“There’s no way I’m bothering you! You just helped a complete stranger move in, let me use your shower, and went and got us dinner” you list, ticking off your fingers

“That your dad paid for” he chuckles lightly, sipping his drink

“Okay so? I couldn’t ask any more of you! I doubt we’ll even talk much after this” You smile a little sadly and he has to take a minute to reign it in, he doesn’t even blink, just kind of stares at his cup for a second

“I didn’t- that was rude-“ you start, putting your hands up and he comes back, his head snapping up to you

“No no- god no it wasn’t you’re- you’re probably right. I doubt you want to stay in contact with me and-“

“Uh more like the other way around!” You laugh “Of course I want us to be friends”

“So do I” he shakes his head, laughing lightly “Consider me your new best friend okay? You won’t be able to get rid of me!”

Ever.

“Plus you have a pool” He adds playfully and you perk up, your hand shooting out to whack his arm

“Why don’t you come over tomorrow! Maybe keep me company while I unpack? And we can go swimming after!!”

He can feel his heart beating in his ears as he nods along with your offer “I’d love to! I’ll help you unpack too if you want. Actually, scratch that. You don’t have a choice”

#words by rhys #911 x reader #rhys writes #eddie diaz #911 fox #eddie diaz x reader #911 show #911 abc

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 4 months ago

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💚 for Jake and baby Blue please my lovely 🥰

💚 A Healing Kiss with Jake and Baby Blue

I had an absolute blast writing this request for you, Beth! I hope you adore it! After all, what could be cuter than stingrays and kissing Jake on the beach?

“Oh my god, you're so cute!”

You're in seventh heaven, wearing waders and standing in the middle of the clearest waters you think you've ever seen. There are so many rays prowling cheerily through the water. The throng is thickest around you as you stand holding a basket of scraps of fish. The water is the clearest blue you've ever seen, the white sand sparkling under the rays of the sun. It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience, getting to experience the Cayman Islands with so many stingrays. You've always been interested in stingray conservation, and Jake, your beloved, wonderful husband, heard you express longing only once before you had tickets booked. Of course, Jake's here too because he loves beaches and because he hasn't let you out of his sight since you said, “I do.”

You don’t mind, relishing in the heat of his gaze as he watches you do what you love to do, what you thrive doing. Right now, he's a ways down the beach, strolling through the waves and looking like a model. He's got your wedding ring with its blue sapphire for safekeeping while you're dealing with smelly fish guts and eager stingrays. Speaking of the rays, and not your husband, you're here to help measure the rays right before they enter their breeding season. Your job is to slip each ray a piece of fish after they get measured and released outside of the temporary enclosure, the one the other marine biologists call the “baby gate”.

By the time you walk back onto the beach, you're sweaty and stinking of fish. But your heart practically sings. This is what you studied so hard to do. You're part way through a discussion about stingray mating when you notice Jake limping your way.

All marine statistics and thoughts of cute stingray pups fly right out of your head.

“Are you okay?”

He slings an arm across your shoulders and pastes an easy grin on his face.

“I’m perfect, sweetheart! Now, why don’t we go get cleaned up and get some dinner?”

You agree easily, but halfway to your rental cat, you get the sneaking suspicion you aren’t actually going to enjoy dinner anytime soon.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Jake?”

“Right as rain, baby Blue.” His smile is starting to look more like a grimace. “Why do you ask?”

“‘Cause you’re limping, and you look like you’re in pain.” You pop the tailgate of the ridiculously big truck Jake insisted on and push him down.

“What happened, darling?”

“A jellyfish. I didn’t even see it in the water. All I felt was the bite. Then I looked down.”

Your brain goes into overdrive. What if Jake was stung by a Box Jelly or a Sea Nettle?

“It was a little clear white one with purple dots on top.”

You gasp in relief as you scramble for the tote bag you slung into the backseat this morning.

“You’re lucky I packed for jellyfish stings and stingrays, babe.”

You brandish the hydrocortisone in success as you tug it out of your bag.

“Where's the bite, Jake?” Your eyes are focused on his legs, trying to figure out where the bite could be. He doesn’t respond. There's a hopelessly fond look on Jake's face when you look back up.

“On my calf.”

Treating the small sting is easy, a couple of dabs of hydrocortisone cream and Jake is good to go. You massage the cream into his calf in slow, gentle circles, trying not to put too much pressure on it. Every time your eyes flick upwards to meet his own, you see a grin growing across his cheeks. But you don’t address it until you've wrapped a protective bandage over the skin.

“What're you smiling at me for, huh?”

“Well, you're smiling back!” he quips, eyes crinkling with the force of his smile, sun-streaked hair curling over his forehead. You roll your eyes at the childish quip.

“You're so beautiful, Baby Blue.”

The gentle words in a reverent tone make you flush with a heat completely different from the summer sun blasting down.

“You were in your element today, and I swear you've only been more beautiful when you walked down the aisle to me.”

He tips your chin up, hands gentle as they pull you closer.

“My hands are covered in hydrocortisone cream,” you murmur against his mouth.

“Don’t care. Want a kiss from my Baby Blue to make me feel better.”

Those words, coupled with a boyish smirk, have you groaning even as you wrap your arms around his neck, keeping your fingers away from his person.

“Mmm, you're lucky I love you, Jake.”

“You are going to kiss me, right?”

The kiss you press to your husband's lips makes today even better than stingrays and getting to flex your Marine Biologist skills ever could. How did you get so lucky with this man? You can't believe another woman once looked at him and decided he wasn't her forever. But you know you'd thank her anyway. Because Jake Seresin is yours.

“Mmm,” his groan makes you shudder when you pull away. “You know, I'd get stung by jellyfish any day if this was the tender loving care I got at the end of the day.”

You cackle as you wipe the rest of the sticky cream off on a napkin.

“You know, if you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask, right?”

“What can I say? My pretty wife gets me all hot when she's competent.”

You get a little heart-eyed and swoony when he says things like this. So you press another kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“So take me back to the hotel and show me! I don't mind room service tonight!”

Tonight's going to be fun, you think, as you chuck the tote into the backseat and buckle yourself in. You can hear Jake cursing as he closes up the tailgate and starts the car.

“You, Baby Blue, are trouble.” He admonishes, green eyes dark as they playfully glare you down.

“Yours!” you chirp back, completely sure tonight is going to be even better than stingrays.

Not to spoil anything, but it definitely was.

Ask me to write a kiss for one of my pairings!

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shibasparklez · 1 year ago

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He’s just so cute 😭

#comfort character #pups at work #paw patrol #zuma #kidcore #age regression #agere #big truck pups #mine 🐇

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Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Eighteen - Tyler Owens x Reader

Get caught up with the Chapters 1-17 on the Masterlist! :)

Chapter Eighteen - Mother Clucker

As Tyler pulled into his aunt’s driveway, you noticed the sign saying Daisy Dream Acres and the little hut with a closed sign on the window. You smiled slightly, knowing someday you’d want something like that. You looked down the driveway to see a light blue farmhouse with a wrap-around porch, set with a swing and a big Saint Bernard perched on top of it. You looked to the right and saw the huge garden full of fruits and vegetables at peak harvest, to the left of the driveway you saw another light blue building with a sign saying ‘Mother-Cluckers.’

“That must be the chicken coop?” You asked, gesturing to the building.

“Yeah, Auntie B loves sayings like that,” he chuckled, putting the truck in park behind her Ford F-150.

“You finally trade in that damn Ram 3500 for a real truck, Ty?” A voice called from the porch. You looked over and saw a woman with dark brown light curly hair, her gray roots showing her age. She had on yellow overalls and a dark blue shirt covered in small daisies.

“No, ma’am!” He said proudly while getting out of the truck, “This is (Y/n)’s truck.”

“Damn, and I was just starting to think you were comin’ around, boy,” she said, “Breakfast is almost ready and coffee is hot.”

While you were getting out of the truck, you noticed this flash of brown and white, and then Tyler was on the ground. You walked around the back of the truck to see him being slobbered with kisses by his Saint Bernard, Cash. You smiled, but it made you miss your pups at home.

“I missed you, too, bud,” Tyler laughed, scratching Cash’s back and hugging him tight while Cash whined with happiness.

“I can’t wait to see my boys,” you said softly, kneeling next to him to greet the dog.

“Just think, it’ll be tomorrow,” Tyler said, sitting up and brushing the dirt off his shirt, “Maybe we’ll bring Cash with us so they all can play together.”

“That’ll be good,” you said, “Hey buddy.”

Cash came over and almost knocked you over, slobbering kisses all over your face, too.

“Cash, c’mon man, I kiss that face,” he said, chuckling while standing up and holding his hand out for you.

“Like I don’t kiss yours,” you said, taking it and standing up.

“I am pretty kissable,” he said while smirking, “Let’s get inside and wash up before Auntie B yells at us.”

“On it,” you said, brushing your knees off while walking up the stairs to the front door. He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.

“Ladies first,” he said, smiling and giving your butt a light smack while walking inside. This was new, but you were in front of someone else so you had to play it cool, but made a mental note to ask him about it later tonight when you were alone.

“I’m glad to see that you’re still a gentleman, Tyler,” his aunt said, “Your momma would be proud.”

“Well, I had two amazing women to raise me and whip me into shape,” he said, pouring two cups of coffee.

“Damn right you did,” she laughed, “So I’ll go out and take care of the horses if you want to do the chickens.”

“We can do that,” you said, “I’m sure Tyler can show me the ropes, but I’m sure it’s no different than the chickens my parents have.”

“They’re a handful and I’ve threatened to turn them into fried chicken,” she said while plating up hashbrowns, bacon, eggs, and toast.

“My dad not only threatened but then held out on that,” you laughed, “Was pretty good chicken.”

“When Tyler was younger a couple of the older chickens were chasing him around and pecking his rear,” she said, “Was pretty funny to watch from the porch.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t very fun running away from said chickens with a basket full of eggs,” Tyler said, sitting next to you and putting his arm on the back of your chair.

“You were, what, six?” She asked, placing plates in front of the both of you.

“Somewhere around that,” he said, “Definitely wasn’t old enough to know I could just kick them and they’d leave me alone.”

“I mean, you’re just pre-tenderizing the meat,” you said, taking a sip of your coffee. This made both Auntie B and Tyler laugh.

“I like this girl, Ty,” she said, “What took you so long to get her?”

“Well,” he said, trailing off.

“It was mainly my fault,” you said, interrupting him, “My past relationships left me pretty beaten up so if anyone tried I would usually brush them off or they’d give up trying.”

“Why do you say that they’d give up?” She asked, taking a bite of her toast.

“Let’s just say my heart is basically in Fort Knox,” you laughed slightly, “It takes a while before I start to trust people, men especially.”

“Good for you, know what you deserve,” she said, “It’s why I’ve been single after my first marriage fell apart.”

“Well, he wasn’t much of a man, Auntie B,” Tyler chimed in.

“Oh hush,” she said, waving him away.

“I’ve never heard anyone who doesn’t have a job, work ethic, is an alcoholic, and occasionally beat his wife who would do anything for him, a man,” he said, shoving a piece of bacon into his mouth.

“Ty, obviously she doesn’t want to talk about it,” you said, smacking his arm.

“It’s okay, (Y/n),” she said, finishing up her eggs, “He’s just protective, just like his father.”

“Can’t help it, it’s in my blood,” he said, finishing his toast.

“Nothing wrong with that,” you said, drinking the last of your coffee.

“You kids ready to get to work?” She said, taking the empty plates and putting them into the sink.

“As I’ll ever be,” Tyler said, getting up and stretching, “Been a while since I’ve done chores.”

“Been a lot longer for me,” you said, grabbing his ball cap and putting it on your head. You pulled your ponytail out the back and headed over to the door.

“The baskets are on the porch, dear,” she said, “Don’t be scared to give them a nudge with your feet.”

“Will do,” you said while cracking the door open, “Thank you for breakfast, Ms. Owens!”

“Call me Auntie B, honey,” she said, giving you a smile and a wave as she headed out the back door to the horses.

“And you were so worried she wouldn’t like you,” he whispered in your ear, putting his hands on your waist.

“Can’t help I’m a likable person,” you said, as he grabbed the baskets and headed down the stairs with you right behind him.

“More like lovable,” Tyler said, pulling you close and kissing your temple.

“Somedays,” you said, opening the door to the chicken coop to see a couple dozen chickens.

“You take one side, and I’ll take the other?” He asked, handing you a basket.

“Are you making this a challenge, Owens?” You asked, smirking and gripping the basket.

“What if I am?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Then you’re on,” you said, heading over to the first chicken box and grabbing the eggs left unmanned.

“Are we doing how fast or how many?” He asked, going to his first box where there was nothing.

“Why not both,” you said, grabbing another four eggs.

“Because how many is just a chance of luck with having the good side,” he said, going to the box under it and moving a chicken out of the way to collect the one egg.

“That sucks,” you said, laughing while already being down five boxes and having around two dozen eggs.

“Ow!” Tyler shouted while pulling his hand back and putting his hand to his mouth, “Mother clucker!”

“Careful, we don’t want a repeat of when you were six,” you laughed, “But on the other hand I’d love to see that.”

“It wouldn’t be as funny,” he said from behind his hand.

“Yeah, it’d be ten times more funny since you’re a grown adult,” you said, looking over at him with a big smile to be met with an annoyed glare.

“I can’t help that chickens don’t like me,” he said, trying the next box.

“Chickens don’t like anyone, but they can sense fear,” you said, being close to the end of the row of boxes for your side.

“Okay, maybe I have an irrational fear of chickens,” he said, trying to get more eggs from under a chicken.

“Want me to help you?” You asked, trying to hold back a laugh while holding your basket of overflowing eggs, “I’m pretty sure I won.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, looking down at his basket to see maybe a dozen eggs.

Want more? Here's Chapter Nineteen!

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 2 months ago

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Do You Know What Today Is?

Summary:

Alpha!Captain Syverson x Omega!POC!Reader "Sunny" Sweet little snapshot 13 years in the future…

Warnings:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Captain Syverson, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Mutual Pining, Mutually Unrequited, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Humor, Female Character of Color, POV Multiple

Notes:

Hello Heathens! When I originally wrote this it was around my 13th wedding anniversary 2 years ago and it had me in my feels. Lots of things change when you're growing a family together and I just wanted to put those feels somewhere. When I write Sy, more times than not he is heavily influenced by my own soldier husband, hence this little story. I hope you enjoy. Happy Reading!!!

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Having securely strapped in your 3 year old and given her ‘just one more’ kiss on the forehead, you turn to give Leti a hug. “Thank you again for taking all of them tonight. We’ll be sure to pick them up before it gets too late.”

“Yeah there will be no picking them up tonight, Sunny. Dante and I decided to make tonight a big sleepover party for all the kids. Well mainly the older ones. I’m not so sure how well the toddlers can hang.” She chuckles out.

“Are you serious?” You ask bewildered.

“Of course we are. When’s the last time you two had the whole house to yourselves for a night that wasn't heat or rut related? It’s our gift to you.” She responds.

“Honestly I can’t even remember the last time I woke up on my own time without one of mine needing me for something. It would be nice to have a lay in with my Alpha. You’re sure Dante is ok with this? That’s a lot of energy for one night. With my 3 that makes 5 pups in one house.” You ramble out.

“I’m sure. You’ve taken ours so many times without hesitation. It’s the least we can do. Especially on your anniversary. You guys need some time to be mates. Just an Alpha and his Omega. If you end up pregnant again I want naming rights though.” She nudges your hip with hers.

“Ha ha. Very funny. Factory is closed, remember? During my c-section with Kaylee I had my tubes tied once she safely vacated the womb. My body couldn’t handle another pregnancy anyway.” Your mind wanders to the difficulties of that pregnancy for a moment. “How about we owe you one. Could even be last minute.”

“That sounds great to me. I better get going so we can grab stuff to make pizzas and lots of snacks. Maybe a movie or two. I don’t want to hear a word from you until after 10am tomorrow.”

“What if I want to check on the kids?”

“They’ll be fine and you know it. If anything happens we’ll call. Promise. Enjoy your time with your Alpha. Turn off the mom brain for the night. Just be an Omega.”

“Okay. I’ll try. Thank you again.”

“No thanks needed.” She hugs you one last time. “See you tomorrow, Sunny.”

You stand on the porch as you watch your sister in law drive away with your three pups in tow.

Sy will be home in a couple hours. Better get myself ready for my Alpha.

Sy’s POV

As soon as I open my truck door my nose is assaulted with the aroma of perfectly seasoned steak cooking mixed with my sweet little Omegas intoxicating scent. I step through the door and hear music coming from the kitchen, a normal occurrence. What isn't a normal occurrence is the lack of squeals and giggles followed by a torrent of little feet racing to the door to greet me.

Why is it so quiet? Where is everybody?

I take my boots off, place my keys in the dish and head towards the kitchen. “Sunshine, I’m home. Something sure smells good in here.” I cross the threshold and am met with a feast for my eyes. Standing in front of the stove, swaying her hips while humming along to the melody playing through the bluetooth is my gorgeous wife in a little black dress.

“Welcome home Captain.” She turns around to reveal the low plunge of her skin tight garment. The girls displayed like a snack just for me.

“Fuck, Sugar. Look at you. Where are the pups? It’s awfully quiet.” I take a step towards my Omega to embrace her but she stops me with a hand.

“They’re over at my brother's place for a sleepover tonight. Go have a seat at the table please, Alpha.” She tells me. I'm curious about what’s going on, so I do as I’m told. Not before sneaking a grope to that glorious ass of hers though. “Your horrible at keeping your hands to yourself.”

I take my seat and face her. “Can you blame me? I’ll never have enough of you. Need ta get my daily dose in.” I watch as she turns off the burner and plates our food, setting it gently on the counter before grabbing her phone.

“Do you know what today is?” She asks me as she changes the song, sauntering over to stand between my legs. I��m not having any of that as I run my hands up her thighs and place her on my lap.

I trace a finger along her neck, grazing my healed mark that I reclaimed more times than I can count over the last 13 years. “If I didn't already know that it was our anniversary, you playing Tony! Toni! Toné! certainly does the trick.” She beams down at me with that radiating smile I love so much. I pull her closer and place my lips on hers, finally getting the kiss I’ve been craving since I left the house this morning.

“Mmm. That’s better.” I place a kiss on her claiming mark, I’ll be freshening it up later if what I think is happening is going on. “So let me get this right. The kids are at Dante’s and we have the entire house to ourselves until tomorrow?”

“That would be correct, Captain.” She relays to me while stroking my beard, a favorite pastime of hers.

“So. If I wanted to place you on this table.” I lift her up onto the table and spread her thighs wide enough to fit me. I notice that my little Omega is going commando under her dress and my dick turns to steel in my pants. She’s already glistening, slick slowly escaping out of her sweet little pussy, making a mess amongst her thighs.

A growl travels up my chest at the sight before me. “And devour this sweet little pussy til I’ve satisfied my hunger. Then bend you over it and fuck you til your screaming in pleasure as you come undone on my knot.” I watch her eyes dilate as her chest begins to rise and fall. “You’re telling me, I can do all that without fear of interruption. I can have my fill of my Omega and no one can stop me tonight?”

I watch her swallow and squirm a bit. “Yes, Alpha. That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Don’t you want your meal first?”

I just chuckle and pull my chair closer to the table. “Oh Sugar. I’ve got my first course right here and I plan on licking it clean.” I dive in and drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit, gently sucking the little bundle before pulling back, spreading her lips and thoroughly enjoying every last drop of her essence I can capture on my tongue. I don’t plan on wasting one single minute of us finally having some true time alone.

Every whimper and moan she lets out, only eggs me on more. Only thing on my mind is reminding my sweet little Omega why I’m her big bad Alpha.

The following morning…

Sunlight drifts in through the stained glass window across from your bed, bathing the room in a rainbow hue, rousing you to an oddly quiet home. As you slowly open your eyes, they happen upon a pair of cerulean ones gazing back at you. “Still trying to make sure I’m not going anywhere Captain? I thought you got over the whole creepy watching me while I sleep thing.” You groan out, attempting to tuck yourself in further.

He just chuckles to himself, shakes his head and pulls you closer to his furry chest, kissing your forehead. “Never Sunshine. I’ll never get tired of looking at the woman that I stupidly almost let get away.”

“I’m glad we both came to our senses before my mom tried to intervene. I don’t even want to imagine what that plan would have been like.” Smiling sweetly at each other, you enjoy the lazy morning vibes, running fingers through sex romped hair, caressing any exposed skin that escaped the one sheet that is covering you both.

The temperature in the room begins to rise the longer your fingers trek across flesh. At some point your lips find themselves tangled in a sensual makeout session. Sy rolls over further onto his back, pulling you with him to lay your body against his large naked frame.

He starts to skim kisses down your neck, nipping here and there. “Omega. I kind of have a situation here that only you can fix.” He lifts his hips for you to fully feel his ‘situation’. “Imma need ta bury my cock in this tight little pussy and watch you ride me until the situation subsides.”

“Is that so Alpha?” You raise up into a seated position against his abs, reaching behind you to wrap your little fingers around his thick girth. “It does in fact seem like a very hard situation. It would be my pleasure to assist you.” You lift your hips up, canting them back until his bulbous head just kisses your weeping entrance.

With slow, controlled movements, you lower yourself down his length to the hilt. You give a cursory grind, eliciting a moan to escape as the coarse hair along his pelvis stimulates your clit. You take your Alphas hands and place them on your hips as you begin a languorous pace, completely giving yourself over to the sensations of lazy morning sex that you’ve been without for so long.

Morning quickies in the shower have been more your speed as of the last few years. Although they scratch the itch, it’s nice to be able to just slow down and enjoy each other’s bodies without a time limit. So many things have changed over the past 13 years, your body seeing the most of it. Children, though blessings, really do take a toll on one's body.

You look down at the still broad, but maybe a little softer round the middle, body of your Alpha, running your fingers through his soft tuft of chest hair as you take what you need from him. His ocean eyes stare back at you with so much love that you almost lose your breath.

He rises from the mattress, pulling you in close, so that your chests rise and fall together, as your hands roam and your lips dance a familiar tango. You have no idea how long you remain locked in that tight sensual embrace of flesh and lust, before the tell tale signs of an impending orgasm creep up on you.

“Close.” You whimper out, clutching tighter to his shoulders. “Alpha, I’m so close.”

You feel his hands grip your hips, increasing the speed you are riding him. “That’s it ‘mega. Give it to me. Drench my cock so I can fill you up with my knot." He trails kisses along your collarbone, making his way to your claiming mark. "Gonna stuff you so full you'll be leaking out the sides.”

The combination of friction against your swollen nub mixed with the hot wet sensation of Sy's lips leaving open mouthed kisses along your overheated skin was the perfect catalyst for you to succumb to the mind numbing full body orgasm that had been slowly building.

You closed your eyes and rode each wave as they ebbed and flowed. A cacophony of mewls and wails, accompanied by your Alpha's name, exclaimed from your now hoarse throat.

Allowing your body to guide you, your lips find space along the juncture between your Alphas throat and shoulder, leaving a mark of your own for all to see.

The feel of your luscious mouth clamping down on his flesh is the thing that pushes him over the edge. With a deep growl, you are impaled on his knot, tying you in place as he sinks his own fangs into your supple flesh. Drawing blood as he reclaims his mate.

You can feel each twitch of his cock as he spills inside of you, filling you to the brim like he promised. Softly withdrawing from your collar, he licks along your freshly marred skin, aiding in its healing.

Eyes glazed over, as you both revel in your post orgasmic highs, you can't help but run your fingers along his beard as you admire the Alpha you once thought you'd never get to have. Thankful that you both came to your senses when you did and how lucky you are to have a great man like him in your life.

Sy caresses your back as he looks up at you with a brow raised. "What's that far off look for Sunshine?"

You can't help the beaming smile that plasters itself on your face. "I love you. That's all."

"Love you too Sugar." He pulls you down for a kiss as he lowers himself back down to the bed, keeping you laid across his chest.

You remain, locked together, basking in the quiet afterglow when your phone begins to ring on the nightstand. Sy reaches over and hands it to you. You watch Letis' name flash across the screen before you place it on speaker. You don't even get to utter a hello before she's speaking.

“Glad you survived all that pent up tension. We better not see you until dinner at your mom’s tomorrow night. Kit told me to tell you that she decided that her, Scotty and Kaylee need another day and night of cousin time. Also your mother is coming over today to teach them how to make her homemade ice cream and apple pie. So enjoy another night of freedom.”

Before you can answer, Sy snatches your phone. "Thanks Leti! See ya tomorrow at dinner." He hangs up your phone and tosses it aside. "Oh you're in for it now Omega. Only time you're leaving this bed is for a bathroom break. I have lots of lost time to make up for."

With a smack on the ass and a deep growl you feel him harden inside you. "As soon as my knot deflates your going to my good little omega and present for me."

The next afternoon…

Fresh from a nice, long, uninterrupted soak you find yourself gazing out the window as you let your mind wander. Unbeknownst to you, the gaze of your Alpha, leaning against the door frame, is set firmly on you as he takes in your relaxed state.

I haven’t seen her this relaxed in years. I can't have that. Gotta find the time to make sure she gets to reset and recharge more often.

Your solitude is broken by a smooth baritone. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you in my flannel. Looks far better on you than me.”

“I beg to differ, Captain. I love the way the fabric stretches across your chest. Buttons holding on for dear life. It’s quite the sight.” You chuckle as you turn towards him. “I keep waiting for the day when one finally fails and exposes the expanse beneath.”

He strides towards you, a swagger in his step. “Your sweet little words are about to get you tossed back into that king size bed.” He grins and lifts you up into his arms. “But I know how much you miss the little monsters and your mother would kill me if I made you miss dinner. Learned my lesson the one and only time that happened.”

“Should have known better. Didn’t think you’d ever be on the receiving end like that huh?” You belly laugh. “She’s scary when she wants to be.”

“As much as it pains me to say this, let’s get dressed.” He walks you both into the closest to put proper clothes on. “It’s too quiet round here. It was nice to have you to myself but I have to admit I kind of miss the chaos.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank God, me too! Let’s go get our babies.”

Your mother’s house…

You’ve barely walked through the back gate before a squeal rings out. “Mama! Papa! Help!” Kaylee comes barreling towards you as fast as her little legs can carry her. “Unca ‘Te Dragon!” As if on queue your brother bounds around the corner, making his way over to you all. A roaring battle cry is heard before your two eldest, Kit and Scott, attack him from both sides, taking him down in one fell swoop.

“Stay down if you know what’s good for you, Dante the Black.” Your daughter proclaims. “We brave adventurers shall protect the princess at any cost. Including ridding a Dragon of his head.” She mimicked slashing one's throat.

Kaylee, now saved, strolls over to her siblings. “Tank you for saving me.” She bows. “Ook. Mama and Papa are here!” Three sets of eyes turn toward you, mischievous smiles affixed to their chubby cheeks.

“What’s with the smiles?” You inquire. “My children aren't this sweet.”

“Nothing.” They say in unison.

“Mmhmm.” You hum. “Come on. Let’s go see if it's time to eat. I’m starving.”

Your mother greets you with a tight hug, holding you at shoulder length to look you over. “Good.”

“Good?” You look to your husband, who also seems confused.

“Yes, good.” She nods her head. “You look thoroughly taken care of. You’re practically glowing. I’m sure if you hadn’t had your tubes tied we’d be welcoming a new pup to the family in 9 months.” She turns and walks toward the kitchen as you stare off, mouth agape. “Boys, put those muscles to good use and help me bring out supper.”

“Yes ma’am” They both say in unison. Before he heads off to do his task, Sy gives you a squeeze and leaves a kiss behind your ear. “She’s not wrong. Fucked out and relaxed looks great on you.” He gives you ass a little tap, walking off to assist Dante, with some extra swagger in his step.

You're wrangling Kaylee into her booster seat, so she can eat with the ‘big people’. “Mama, why yo neck got wed spots? You hurt?” You look down at your observant little one. “No baby. Mama’s not hurt.”

Your mother enters the room followed swiftly by Dante and Sy. “That’s right Leelee. Your Mama is perfectly fine. Your Papa made those to show how much he loves her.” You give her a look of disbelief as all the adults bust out in laughter.

Kaylee does not understand what’s so funny. “No funny. No laugh at Mama.” She chastises them, turning to her dad. “Papa. Want wed spots too?”

You all try your hardest to hold in the laughter as to not provoke the tiny terror. “Sorry, sugarplum. Those are special marks for Mama’s and Papa’s only.” She pouts. “How bout I let you have an extra scoop of that ice cream ya’ll made to prove how much I love you instead.”

Her face lights up at the prospect of more sugar. “Okay Papa. We good. Love you.”

You shake your head at your husband as you all sit down to eat. “Oh man are you in for it when she hits puberty. You got lucky with how easy going Kit is. Kaylee is going to run circles around you.”

“Well she is a mini you. I think I can handle it just fine.” He smugly states. “I did survive growing up around you after all. Hey Scotty, toss your Papa one of them rolls will ya.”

You run your hand along his thigh under the table, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You’re lucky I love you so much. Otherwise I’d make you embarrass yourself at this table in front of your kids.”

You ignore his low growl as you fix a plate for Kaylee and yourself. With the look he’s subtly throwing your way, you know may be in for it later, once the kids are off to bed, and you can’t wait.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year ago

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gently requesting anything you have for tattoo artist!bucky

Brain feels like there's a tuning fokr rattling around in it and I'm watching 26 year old episodes of cops looking for the one my dad was in but... here goes.

Clint walked into the shop and blinked- there was a cluster around Bucky's room. Hands clamped over their mouths all practically vibrating with glee. "What gives?"

"Shut up," Natasha hissed just swatting at him, jerking him over by his shirt and gesturing toward the room. Bucky was being... sweet. Well. As sweet as Bucky could be.

He wasn't even giving you shit for crying. Or grumbling at you to keep still- though. From what he'd seen it wasn't really dramatic sobs. And you weren't squirming so much as it was just the little muscle twitches and stuff everyone got.

"You know you didn't do anything wrong, right?" Bucky said. His voice was neutral. Careful not to push. Not to imply anything. And Clint wasn't sure what he missed. Or what you weren't saying. But. Bucky obviously knows there's a story you aren't telling.

"That's what my therapist says but-"

"Hopefully," he said, "it'll get easier to believe when you aren't walking around with an ugly ass reminder on your leg."

"Bucky I know you're giving me a huge break and-"

"Don't worry about it," he said, glancing up at you, smiling a little. "I got a soft spot for a pretty-looking girl in a busted truck."

"Diasy's not busted, she's retro," you pout, "and besides. Boris likes a breeze and he's too big to fit in the cab."

"Boris?" Bucky asked cocking his head.

"He's my rescue mutt. Borzoi. He's really tall and really lanky- so he either takes up the whole back seat or chills in the flat bed when it's hot."

"Sounds like a passenger princess," he said, smiling a little. You'd relaxed just a little. Even if you were still a little teary.

"He's a horrible co-pilot and he throws a fit if he doesn't get a pup cup."

"Sounds like my cat," Bucky snorted. "Little asshole stole my sushi last night. No shame."

"All bets are off with Boris and chicken," you hum, "Can I shift my hip just a little bit?"

"Just let me finish these lines and then yeah," Bucky said nodding. "Those sharp-ass hipbones ladies have- I'll get you a pillow to prop you up how I need you."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #tattoo artist! bucky #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert

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knoepfl · 27 days ago

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A Wolf in Need

Characters:

Clawd Wolf

Female Reader (You)

Trigger Warnings: Mild mentions of illness, caretaking.

Masterlist

Words: 1024

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The news spread through the halls of Monster High faster than expected: Clawd Wolf had come down with a nasty cold. For the strong and tough casketball captain, being bedridden was a rarity. But when you heard the rumors, your first instinct was to rush to his side.

You made your way to his dorm, the thought of Clawd lying there alone tugging at your heart. As you approached his door, you could hear the faint sound of a soft whimper—like a hurt puppy. You paused for a moment, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. Clawd wasn’t used to showing vulnerability, but you knew the strong-willed werewolves could sometimes be the biggest softies when they weren’t feeling well.

With a gentle knock, you called out, “Clawd? It’s me.”

You didn’t wait for a reply as you opened the door quietly and stepped inside. The sight that greeted you made your heart ache. Clawd was lying on his bed, his usually vibrant form looking far too pale and exhausted. He had a blanket draped over him, but even so, you could see the slight shivers running through his body. His hair was a mess, and his golden eyes were dim as they met yours.

“Babe…” he murmured, his voice raspy and weak, followed by a soft whine that made him sound like a hurt pup. “I didn’t want you to see me like this…”

You shook your head, stepping forward and kneeling beside his bed. “You think I’d just leave you to suffer alone? No way, Clawd. I’m here to take care of you.”

His lips twitched into a small, grateful smile, but he still looked miserable as he curled up tighter under the blankets. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” he admitted with another soft whimper.

You reached out and gently stroked his cheek, your heart breaking a little at how vulnerable he seemed. “I know, baby. I brought you something, though,” you said, holding up a small wrapped package. “A little something to help with that werewolf appetite.”

Clawd’s nose twitched as the scent hit him, his eyes perking up slightly. You unwrapped the package to reveal a tender piece of meat—something you knew would help perk him up. You handed it to him, watching as he weakly took it from your hand and bit into it. His eyes softened, and a quiet rumble of appreciation escaped his chest.

“Thanks,” he murmured between bites, his voice still weak but filled with gratitude. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was…”

You smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him eat for a moment before reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. His body immediately responded to your touch, relaxing under your gentle strokes. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, leaning into your hand.

“You’re so good to me,” he whispered, his voice a little drowsy.

“Of course I am,” you said softly, continuing to massage his scalp, “because I care about you. And I’m not going to let my big, strong werewolf suffer alone.”

Clawd let out a soft chuckle, though it was interrupted by a small cough. He whimpered again, and you could tell his throat was sore, his body aching from the fever. Without hesitation, you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your lips.

“You’re burning up,” you murmured, brushing his hair back. “I’ll get you some cold water.”

Clawd’s hand reached out and weakly grabbed yours, his grip surprisingly gentle. “Stay,” he pleaded softly, looking at you with those big, puppy-like eyes. “Just for a little while.”

Your heart melted at the sight of him. He looked so vulnerable, so unlike the confident casketball captain everyone else knew. This was a side of him that only you got to see, and it made you want to hold him close until he felt better.

You smiled and sat back down on the bed, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders as you settled beside him. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, continuing to run your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp the way he loved.

Clawd let out a soft, contented sound, somewhere between a purr and a growl, as he nuzzled into your touch. His body relaxed more with each passing moment, his breathing evening out as you stroked his hair. Despite the fever and the discomfort, he seemed to find some peace in your presence.

“Feels nice…” he muttered, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the pillow.

You smiled, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “You’ll feel better soon. I’ll take care of you.”

Clawd let out another soft whimper, but this time it was more of a contented sound, like he was comforted by your words. “You’re too good to me,” he said quietly, his eyes fluttering shut.

You continued to soothe him with soft touches, gently rubbing his back and running your fingers through his hair. Every now and then, Clawd would make a small, puppy-like sound of appreciation, letting you know he was enjoying the attention. It was a side of him that only you got to see, and you couldn’t help but feel a little privileged to be the one who could take care of him like this.

Eventually, Clawd’s breathing evened out, and you realized he had fallen asleep, his body finally giving in to the exhaustion. You smiled softly, watching him for a moment before leaning down to press another kiss to his forehead.

“Rest up, my big, brave werewolf,” you whispered, tucking the blanket around him. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

As Clawd slept, you sat beside him, keeping a watchful eye on him and making sure he stayed comfortable. You couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering alone, and you were determined to stay by his side until he was back to his usual strong and confident self.

But for now, it was enough to see him at peace, knowing that he felt safe and loved in your care.

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Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed this sweet and tender moment between Clawd and his girlfriend (Reader)! It’s always nice to see the softer side of a tough werewolf, especially when he’s not feeling well. If you have any other requests, feel free to share!

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