#giant wolf teddy

[lulublack90]

Prompt 17 - Dust

@jegulus-microfic June 17, Word count 585

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James thrust the giant lion teddy into Regulus’s hands. He’d won it at the basketball stall. He beamed happily at Regulus’s stunned face. Remus had a matching look as he stared down at the giant wolf teddy Sirius had pressed into his hands. 

“Thanks,” Regulus finally smiled after he’d collected himself. 

“Thanks,” Remus echoed Regulus. Sirius grinned broadly and tossed James the keys to his car. 

“You know where you’re going,” He said before dragging Remus into the backseat. 

“Ugh,” Regulus groaned. “They’re going to be gross,” James chuckled and led Regulus over to his side of the car. 

“They can’t reach the radio from back there, and I’ve heard that screaming chimps are supposed to be excellent for a driver’s concentration.” His stomach flipped when he saw the devilish look firmly plant itself on his boyfriend’s face. 

“How about something for the ride,” He heard Regulus say cheerily as he walked to the driver’s side of the car. 

James was glad his house was only ten minutes down the road and that the roads were mostly clear because the screaming chimps coming over the speakers and the equally loud screaming chimp in the back seat, cleverly disguised as a man with long black hair, were not good for a driver's concentration. He pulled into the gravelled driveway and crunched his way up to the house, relief flooding over him. 

“Damn, Potter, are you loaded or something?” Remus asked, pushing Sirius back from between the front seats where he’d been trying to reach the radio, fighting against Regulus for the last ten minutes. James felt his neck flush with embarrassment. 

“It’s my parent’s house, but yeah, the family is pretty wealthy. My dad invented the Harmony Hair Range.”

“NO WAY!!!” Sirius shoved Remus aside and yipped excitedly into James’s ear. “That’s what I use!”

“Wow,” Was all Regulus said, as he looked at the outside of the house again. He desperately needed to get them off the subject.   

“Come on, let’s get inside or Mum’s going to come out and drag us in by our hair,” He watched as Sirius automatically gripped his curly hair as though she was already heading towards them. 

He opened the front door and breathed in the smell of his childhood home. He loved this house. It might look immaculate to the untrained eye. Everything was tidy and not a speck of dust to be seen. But James could easily pick out the notch in the door frame where he’d crashed his brand-new bike when he was five. The glass pane on the left that was slightly different to the others where he’d tried to kick his shoe off and sent it sailing through the window, the discolouration in one spot on the ceiling where he’d decided it would be a good idea to test out the coke/mentos theory. It worked, and he’d been grounded for a month.

“Darlings, you're just in time,” Effie called to them as she entered the living room and enveloped each of them in a hug before ushering them into the dining room. James turned and pecked a kiss on her cheek before she could disappear to the kitchen to bring everything through. 

“Do you want a hand, Mum?” He asked quietly. 

“No, sweetheart, you go sit down, I won’t be a moment,” She replied, pushing him gently towards where Regulus was standing awkwardly. “Besides, I think he needs your help more than I do,” She said chuckling before twilling around into the kitchen.   

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[firealder2005]

Infodump, infodump, infodump!

If yes or used to please say in the tags whats it's name,what animal it is and how old it is"

[sergeantpixie]

…i am an ADULT gdi

[springthings]

for her birthday, kenzi is giving allie a ridiculously huge wolf plushie with a flower crown sewn onto its head (she did that part herself, its a bit wonky). also some seeds for the garden, and a cute woven basket to collect things from the forest in.

(belated) allie birfday 🥳🥳🥳, accepting always.

        when she sees the giant stuffed wolf, adorable and as full of love as it could be, she hardly sees anything else. allie squeals, rushing towards it and tumbling into it, throwing her arms around it in a hug. " oh my gosh, it's so cute! i love it so much! what's its name, kenz? oh, it's so cute! did you make this? i love its crown! " small, gentle fingers trace the little flowers adorning its sweet head, giggling as she finds them. her attention begins to drift from the wolf stuffie back to kenzi, who holds more gifts, but, in that moment, all she wants to do is return the affection blooming in her chest. allie jumps up to greet kenzi, wrapping her arms around her before kissing them. " thank you, thank you, thank you! i love it so much, and i love you so much! forever and ever! " the seeds make her gasp aloud, and she scarcely waits a moment before she whisks them both away to the garden and the new spaces that her plants had told her to save just a few hours earlier.

[heartfullofleeches]

Richboy bunny yan who keeps trying to pay bodyguard werewolf reader to see their fat tits - Cholly's Scarf

Richboy Bunny Yan who's initially pissed when his folks inform him they've gotten him a bodyguard. He's a grown ass man who can take care of himself. Sure people think he's easy pickings because of his size...and he's been held for ransom once or twice in the past, but that doesn't mean anything! He'll just have to be the worst boss imaginable - if his family wanted to treat him like a child he'll be the most insufferable brat to work with till the bastard they hired runs out the door with their tail between their legs.

Richboy Bunny Yan waits patiently for the arrival of his new bodyguard - smug with his resolution. They'll be out of his fur before he knows it and things will go back to the same way they used to be-

"You my new boss?"

Richboy Bunny Yan who can't get a good look at the wolf's face from where he's sitting. It's hard to see anything with the werewolf's large chest blocking out the room's artificial light. Bunny had his fair share of run ins with their kind, but he had yet to see a wolf so.... endowed in that particular area. Richboy Bunny Yan who has to wipe drool from the corner of his lips as he opens his mouth to speak, carefully calculating his first words to his new guard.

"....Can you unbutton your shirt for me?"

Richboy Bunny Yan who instantly becomes obsessed with his wolf and their massive tits. They may have a scary face, but they aren't so bas once you get to know them. His teddy bear, his giant puppy. Buys his pup low-cut shirts and tank tops to wear, salivating at the occasional slip of their skin through their clothing. He's such a clutz sometimes - spilling his drinks all over their chest like that... It's okay, he can just suck the alcohol from their shirt like any good boss would do.

Richboy Bunny Yan who calls his bodyguard hours after they've gone home to complain about the lumpiness of his pillows. If only he had a soft, warm place to rest his head.... Richboy Bunny Yan who's out like a light the moment his bodyguard caves and runs over to be his living mattress.

Richboy Bunny who despite claiming to be independent needs to be carried everywhere by his big strong wolf. They're paid enough not to care when their boss is groping their tits in broad daylight usually while waiting in line. He has to do something while waiting for his turn.

Richboy Bunny Yan who adores spoiling and dressing up his puppy. Orders them a new collar every other week and begs on his hands and knees, offering to pay their rent for the next ten years if they get nipple piercings, preferably with his initials on the jewelry. He doesn't even know why they go home anymore. They should live with him so he can fondle, wait- no, he means suckle... that's not right either.. lick?-

He just really wants his puppy within arms reach at all times okay?

-

Bodyguard Werewolf Reader, meeting their boss for the first time: Good after-

Richboy Bunny, swooning: Titty.....

Bodyguard Werewolf: Pardon?

Richboy Bunny: Ti.... Tis nice to meet you! Haha, why don't we start off by asking questions to get to know each other better? I'll go first, Kay? .... What's your bra size??

[leth-writes]

Twilight wolf pack x small!reader (like idk five feet tall?) :>

Of course!

Jacob is 6’7”

Embry is 6’4”

Seth is almost 6’0”

Quil is just over 6’0”

Sam is 6’6”

In my headcanons paul is 6’5”

Sam

Sam is stated to be 6’6” in the books, which is the resource I’m using for these headcanons.

Sam already feels like a monster, so having such a small imprint definitely makes him feel worse. He really struggles with being around you, completely out of fear of hurting you. He has nightmares about hurting you and you never talking to him again, and he wouldn’t blame you.

Loves cuddling together. It’s some of the only times he doesn’t have to lean down so far it hurts his neck.

Finds you adorable. 

Please convince him he isn’t a monster. 

Paul

Paul doesn’t have a canonical height, so I’m just going to say he’s 6’5”. I feel this in my bones, that is his height. No one can convince me otherwise.

Loves, absolutely adores, how short you are. Spends most of his time cuddling up to you and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder. Loves picking you up to make out. 

Calls you his teddy bear. If you listen closely, you can hear Quil fake-puking in the background.

Jacob

Jacob is 6’7”. He’s the tallest of all of the wolves. 

He really enjoys your height difference. It makes him feel like he can protect you, and he enjoys seeing the way you can just… hide behind him. It makes him feel better, less like a monster, because he can be there for you. He won’t let anything happen to you.

It’s really hard to show affection, considering he’s both a more reserved person and he’s almost 2 feet taller than you. Loves throwing an arm over your shoulder.

Also loves knowing that no one will mess with you, he gives you that safety through being so intimidating to the creeps of the world.

Quil

He’s 6’4”. Teases you relentlessly. Still loves picking you up and swinging you around in a giant bear hug. 

Loves giving you hickies, just to remind everyone that even if he isn’t there you’ve still got a protective boyfriend ready to mess up anyone who even says something slightly nasty. No one will even try.

Embry

I can’t imagine him viewing you all that different.

Seth

Seth often forgets that he is taller than you. It doesn’t help that he’s the shortest of the pack, and most of the others are over 6’0”. It definitely means that he doesn’t understand how tall he actually is; if you asked him, he’d probably say he’s like 5’6”.

Just remind him how tall he actually is, and that you’re still quite short. He’ll feel bad. Always leans down to kiss you, doesn’t want you to hurt your neck.

[drpeppertummy]

im always drawin poor teddy with an upset tummy. Cozy Teddy Jamies Event

[ID: a drawing of a guy with wolf ears and tail laying back against a giant pillow with his eyes closed and his hands resting on his round full tummy.]

[missisjoker]

Monday rumblings about Cregan Stark

I feel like the fandom collectively decided that Cregan Stark is this broody, solemn, always serious man whose smile is a rare treasure, like a warm day in winter.

And I get it; he is very straight-forward, right down to business, no-bullshit type of a guy (which is understandable, considering the conditions he lives in, and lives he must protect on a daily basis).

I also understand how he would be cold and reserved at first, cautious of anyone he doesn't know (case in point: Jace), and guarded (considering his closest family tried to usurp him, why wouldn't he be?)

And yes, he would be a giant loving teddy bear to his wife and kids.

But where's his mischievous side? Where's his adventurous and dangerous side?

Why are we all missing that

He is incredibly smart - he managed to oust his usurper uncle at the age of 16 by sheer will and wits. That says a lot.

He has a dry, sharp sense of humor. Yes, you don't get it much from 3 minutes of screen time, but if you read the books, it's THERE. Even the jab at Jace ("you had the mercy of not threatening me with your dragon") is right there, and it's FUNNY. Give me more sarcastic and dark-humored-Cregan!

He is a charismatic person- first of all, some generic schlob wouldn't get 3 wives, one of which was Aly Blackwood. Like, that just doesn't happen unless you're filthy rich (which Cregan is not). So I doubt he could've gotten that just by being this cold and broody and grumpy Wolf. No, there's plenty of charisma there. Second of all, he got the Riverlords look up to him the moment he reached their armies. He didn't even DO anything much, just SHOWED UP, and got them all blushing like maidens. That doesn't sound to me like fear or respect or general unease that you get next to a respectable, strong personality. It sounds more like a crush to me, if i'm being honest.

He is adventurous, he loves danger, and you can't convince me otherwise. A peace/safety-loving man would not threaten to attack 3 separate kingdoms just because he felt like it.

And he is also deeply wounded inside. He lost his mother young, so he never had a loving warm embrace of his mom. He lost his brother and his father when he was what, a teen? He was an orphan, while his closest remaining family was scheming behind his back. That kind of betrayal wounds deep. He lost his wife to a child bed, and i'm sure deep down he feels guilty about it (even though it's not his fault at all). So, there's a lot of insecurity and guilt and loneliness deep inside him- he is probably touch-starved, he likely wants to be praised and told that yes, he IS good enough to be a leader/husband/father. That the person he might open his heart to will never betray him, and never leave him- come hell or high water, they will be there for him. He even maybe, deep down, wants a person who he could be weak with. Not whiny or capricious, but weary. He is YOUNG, and he carries so much on his shoulders. He needs someone who would let him put his head down to their arms let it go, even if just for a moment.

He is smart, strong, quick-witted with dry sense of humor, but he is also an orphan and a widower with a Kingdom to run in the harshest of conditions.

I just feel like we are all concentrating on this "standard" Stark-ish description of him but missing the depth of his character. There's so much to explore...

Ok, rant over.

And yes, I just want to wrap him in a blanket and cuddle him like a giant grumpy northern burrito.

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival pet names you call each other

Yakumo

He calls you love. It's simple and sweet and he blushes every time he uses the pet name.

He adores being called dear because that's what his grandparents call each other and to him it's a term so filled with love and affection. He's happy with any nickname you want to call him though as long as it doesn't remind him of snakes.

Edmond

He calls you dear. He sometimes thinks about calling you sappy names but then gets too embarrassed and doesn't. He may call you my dearest or dearest one if he's getting emotional. He's trying.

Call him your night and shining armor and he gets all flustered. If you try to call him anything too sweet or sappy he will make you stop because he gets too embarrassed easily.

Olivine

He calls you sunshine! He thought about calling you angel but it didn't feel quite right to him, so he stuck with sunshine.

You call him father in public, but in private you call him any sweet mushy nickname you can think of. Fluffy, teddy bear, pound cake, literally anything and he's smiling like a fool.

Quincy

He calls you little one or he'll name you after a forest animal you are like. If your shy he might call you mouse, or if you're cuddly he may call you bear, something like that.

You call him potato when he's being lazy and sweet potato when he's being cute. You call him sweet potato a lot more often. He does think the nicknames you give him are cute and he never complains. Even if others think they're stupid names he thinks they are cute when you say it.

Kuya

He calls you bunny. Yes it started as a teasing insult but the name was too cute to stop calling you it.

He laughs when you call him villain affectionately. He actually does enjoy when you call him flower names like lavender or wisteria. He says the nicknames are stupid but will also pout if you stop calling him them.

Blade

He calls you darling. If you ask him why his answer is “darling is darling! It's perfect right?” With a giant smile. You can't say no to that.

His face lights up every time you call him cutie, cutie pie, or sweet pea. He likes the cuter nicknames rather than romantic or cool ones.

Garu

He calls you ham bone. What? Nicknames are supposed to be of something you like right? A little confused but he's got the spirit.

You call him puppy or sometimes pumpkin. It's cute and you think it fits him. He's just happy you're giving him fun names.

Karu

He calls you slave #2 in the beginning but eventually calls you mine or puppy as your permanent nicknames. He started calling you puppy because that's what he heard you call Garu and thought it was something you were supposed to call people you like.

You call him your big bad wolf. He doesn't understand the reference but is gives him an ego boost every time you say it.

Dante

He calls you starlight. He may be the sun lord but you are his light in the darkness. He only ever calls you this in private though because he doesn't like to make his relationships public. He may also call you beloved but that's less fun.

In public you call him my sun lord, it's subtle enough for him to pick up on it but not others. In private you call him your oasis. He loves when you make him feel like home.

Rei

He calls you masterpiece. He thinks your flaws are what makes you perfect so you are a true masterpiece to him.

It doesn't matter what you call him he's just going to roll his eyes and scoff. He does smile the moment you turn away though. Whenever you try a new nickname he'll ask why you picked it. No matter the answer he will never tell you if he likes any of the names or not.

Eiden

He calls you babe mostly. He likes changing his pet names for you but almost always defaults to babe. He likes the casual feel of it.

You kind of just match what he calls you on that day. Like if he calls you honey you call him sweetie. Sometimes he'll make dumb names just to see what you'll match with. “Right egg muffin?” “Sure thing dino nugget.”. None of the clan members know what your talking about most of the time.

Aster

He calls you cupid because before you he only saw people as food or something to be exploited. A love god must have been involved to make him fall for you. He prefers to call you by your name though because cupid is a silly name but he can't think of anything that fits better. Maybe treasure?

You call him your partner in crime because a couple that commits atrocities together stays together. You called him your sugar daddy once and he got so mad.

Morvay

He calls you hot stuff or sexy. Yeah not the most original but he always wants you to know he thinks you're hot. Hey at least it gets the point across.

You call him your hunky incubus as a joke but he loves it. Really he loves anything you call him because he's so used to Aster calling him stupid incubus all the time.

[maryangelex]

Simon coming back from a mission to his gf who has a feast prepared and waiting for him. Later on in the day, he decides it’s the right time to propose while doing it.

a/n: this prompt literally has me twirling my hair and kicking my feet anon. I hope you like it and I did ur vision justice!!! this had me fucking blushing and giggling!!!

c/w: soft!ghost, established relationship, nothin crazy just some sweet sweet lovemakin

For more than a month now you'd been waiting for Simon to come back home. He had made sure to call you last night, even if it was at 2 a.m., to tell you that he'd be home, that he'd finally get to be in your arms because God did he miss your embrace.

At the news of his arrival, despite your grogginess from being abruptly woken up, you felt your heart beam and flip in your chest. The sound of Simon's gruff voice was almost a whisper as he told you how he could hardly wait another day to see you, telling you he was counting down the seconds. Those sweet words of his lulled you back to sleep, and Simon cherished nothing else as much as hearing the soft sounds of you sleeping even if it was through the phone.

Simon was always missing you when he was away and he was always eager when he knew he'd go back home even if it was only a handful of days that he was away. But the truth is, this time it was very different. This time it wasn't just eagerness and excitement he felt, it was nerves that crept at the back of his mind, that made his heart skip a beat at the thought of seeing you.

When he hung up the phone after you were deep in sleep, he clutched the small velvet box that sat cozily in the pocket of his cargos.

The next day you expected him all day. You had vigorously cleaned your shared flat, dusting surfaces that didn't need dusting. And most importantly, you made the hulking man that was Simon a feast deemed for a king with all his favorite dishes. You knew those MRE's were torturous, and that your warm food sitting in Simon's belly was salvation after deployment.

You paced and pranced around the house when the sun was setting and you knew he'd walk through the door at any moment. It was like meeting him all over again whenever he got back from deployment; like it was your very first date with him.

Simon was just as nervous, hesitating to insert the key in the lock of your front door, the rattling of the keys in his shaky hands exposing the nerves he fought back. And when he entered through the door you jumped with the overwhelming excitement that had been consuming you since the day prior. You wasted no time in leaping to his arms and smothering the man with kisses.

That gravely voice chuckled in delight and those strong arms carried you and spun you with him like the princess you were. His heart fluttered in his chest as he peppered your cheeks with chaste kisses, too many for either of you to count.

And when you finally said your greetings and I missed yous and I love yous, Simon sat and wolfed down every dish you so lovingly prepared for him. He rubbed his stuffed belly like a bear in hibernation and thanked you earnestly, all dramatic saying how he'd be skin and bones without you. You insisted against it, but Simon's love language of acts of service never faltered, and he helped you with the dishes and the cleanup.

Now is when Simon's nerves truly settled in his chest.

When the night grew old and he had showered the barracks off of him, and you exchanged your dress for a silky nightgown, Simon rubbed his thumb over the velvet box in the pocket of his sweats before tucking it gently behind the pillow.

You were in bed waiting for your giant teddy bear of a man, arms stretched out welcoming his large form. He melted in your embrace, wrapping those meaty arms around your smaller form, enveloping you in his warmth with his face nuzzled in your neck.

You felt his lips trail wet open-mouthed kisses down the curve of your neck, to the ball of your shoulder, gently nudging the straps of your nightgown down to your bicep, letting the neckline sag under your now exposed breast which he pawed with a calloused hand. His mouth roamed the expanse of your chest and the mounds of your breasts, nipping lightly and not leaving an inch of your skin untouched, feeling your racing heart palpitating beneath your sternum.

You sighed contently as you liquefied under him, your hands roaming over his exposed, scarred torso, gently massaging every knot and sore muscle as you indulged in his kisses.

But Simon paused for a moment to look at you. You saw the gleam in his soft, chocolate eyes. You saw nothing but adoration for you in them as they swallowed you whole. His hand came up to stroke your cheek, its callouses and rough pads contrasting your supple skin. Those hands that brought nothing but comfort and pleasure to you.

"What's goin' on in this pretty head o' yours, Si?" you giggled, inquisitive of the sudden staring from your man.

"Marry me," he said abruptly, with what one could hardly deem a smile from the gentle, stoic giant. Your eyebrows knit together as you looked at him, puzzled and surprised.

But before you could speak again, Simon reached behind the pillow and brought out the box he had been carrying like a secret in a tomb. As he propped himself on top of you with an elbow on the side of your head, he opened the box with the flick of his shaky thumb and showed you the ring he had seen you dog-eared on a magazine.

You felt your wide eyes well, your beating heart come to a stop, and a small sob or maybe a gasp get stuck in your throat.

"Marry me, lovie," he repeated, now with a toothy smile tugging on the scar across his lips.

You took his face in your hands as you nodded your head vigorously, not sure if you could say yes any more emphatically. "Y-yes!" you mustered finally.

Your response only made Simon rumble a laugh as he clashed his lips with yours in a messy, longing kiss. Then he sat back on his haunches, with your jittery hand in his own nervous ones, and slipped the shining rock onto your ring finger. You splayed out your hand to inspect it in a mix of joy and disbelief, trying to convince yourself this was real, and the sight only made the tears stream down your reddened cheeks. Simon hummed and took your hand once more, this time bringing it to his lips as he planted a tender kiss on the back of it, on your palm, and on your fingers.

That night Simon made love to you like no other time before. After discarding all items of clothing on either of you, he held you against him with your legs locked around his hips. His face only centimeters from yours, lips brushing against lips, and his cock deeply buried in you. His short and languid thrusts had you huffing and whining, moaning his name every time the tip of his cock kissed your cervix.

Your mouth agape granted him all access to sloppily kiss it as he pushed in and out of you, grinding his hips and fucking you gently and taking his sweet time to enjoy every second and every inch of your wet slippery walls that clasped and released around him.

As he kissed you over and over he recited sweet nothings and loving prose.

"My sweet girl, mine all mine...my pretty wife, my perfect wife."

[cafecourage]

Ooo requests are open?? :D for a writing request, may I ask for platonic snuggles scenario in your Isekai AU with Y/N and each of the boys? Or you can just pick your favorite(s) boy(s) if you’d prefer! 💜

I am going to have to pick my favorite boy’s/ two call outs, only because I have another cuddle adjacent request so technically I will have to write the rest later. XD Sorry if these aren’t that long I am trying to get back to writing for LU again.

Sky:

The night comes slowly some days as you travel. The slower the day the harder it is. Since when time is dragging on your body tends to tire out sooner then later. The whole group understands that its not their first rodeo. However it was yours. Sky was always a tune to your issues unfortunately and has been keeping by your side in case of emergency. You don’t think you where that close to falling over but apparently he thought otherwise.

It was a blessing or a curse.

Sky was a teddy bear but also a momma bird. So as soon as the camp location was established he drags you to away from the commotion. Unceremoniously he sits down taking his sailcloth off in the same action. “Come on.” Was all he said when he gestures down to his side.

“I am not that tired.” You mumbled but its not really like you wanted to refuse this opportunity. Sky is warm and squishy. It’s not like you cuddle with him to often. “Oof.” You plop yourself next to him and claimed his left side. “Your trapped now, your not allowed to leave.” You said with a yawn.

“I thought you said you weren’t that tired.” Sky teased as he drapes the sailcloth on the two of you like a blanket. You grumbled and smack his shoulder which only made him laugh.

Sky’s snuggles are the definition of hiding under the covers from a cold day. Warm and fuzzy.

Warriors:

You frown as this was getting ridiculous, there was a pattern you had notice recently with Warriors. He just wouldn’t wake anyone up until third shift. It’s not really something that would be brought up normally if you hadn’t signed up for second shift multiple times to get some late night internal monologuing done. You slowly get up from your spot where you were journaling and came closer to the fire. Not even asking you take part of the Captains scarf and wrap it around your neck as you lean into him. “Excuse you.” He said not amused by your shenanigans. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Says the one that doesn’t wake up the next watch.” You fire back opening up your journal ones more. There was obviously something bothering him for him to not want to sleep the past few days. It’s not really good to force something like this out of a person and it doesn’t seem like he was going to talk easy especially this soon in your journey with the boys.

There wasn’t much he could argue with that given the circumstances “doesn’t mean you need to lose sleep,” was his argument. “Don’t suffer for my sake.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at him “I’m not. I can’t sleep anyway.” There was an attempt to shut down the argument. “I’ll go to sleep when I can.” You then offered.

After some beats of silence and plotting in your braincell to wake up Twilight for his shift, the Captain puts his arm around you “fine.” He brings you closer a bit. Shifting your body you use his shoulder as your headrest. “What are you writing anyway?” He turns the topic to something else. Something less heavy of an topic. And with a smile you started to use this shift to explain to him about the history of Hyrule with some info missing of course.

Honestly? Snuggling with Warriors is rare at the start, but he is protective and sturdy. The Captain is the definition of safety.

Twilight:

Between Wolfie and the man, choosing when to give snuggles is a hard pick to make. There has been many times where Wolfie ends up being a giant heated plushie that you ensnare with your arms and legs. Truly a curse of being a furnace. But hey, you benefit from it.

Wolf snuggles tend to be rare as Twilight can’t really stay long as the longer his person was away the more the other links start to noticed. Which was why he tended to be the blanket or teddy bear replacement.

Cuddling with Twilight, the man, the myth, the not actually legend? Heaven. Absolutely heavnly as because he was a human furnace he mainly ends up as a mattress for you and wild. Playing with your hair braiding it slowly as he attempts to sleep himself as he was trapped. Sometimes he would switch to Wild as to make sure both of you get equal amount of attention from the resident older brother.

He was a magnet to the other boys as well. That always ends up with a cuddle pile since Twilight has this weird case of giving hugs and cuddles that are secure. It’s not in the protective way but more calming. Like he washed it away any issues that were in your mind to begin with.

Thats just who Twilight is though.

He might be annoying with nagging you to be more careful in this adventure, but he really is the definition of home.

Time:

You love the chain. Each Link was amazing and courageous in the own ways. But they are also very, very, chaotic sometimes. Which normally would be fun and fine, if your social battery was on the same wavelength. At the end of lunch there was little for you to do since it was a free day. The boy’s were training to let out some energy that has been built up.

There was a goal in your head though. You were aiming to do one thing the whole day and that was to sleep, and there was one man for that job.

You find Time sitting by the boy’s that had signed up to fight. It didn’t look like he was going to join them today. So perfect for your plans.

“Time.”

Was your only warning before you literally fall on the oldest link’s back. You needed a battery recharge and a hug. Both would be good please. You wanted both. You could feel the sigh from your laying spot as he has to awkwardly shift position to drag you on his lap. As soon as he has you it was Koala time. Time didn’t even blink or acknowledge your presence as he kept watch of the spars in front of him. Slowly thought his hand finds it’s way up to your hair. Not braiding it but just playing with it out of habit.

Time cuddles are the ultimate recharge, it was similar to Twilights but on a bigger scale. Safe probably more softer as its easier to hide from the world in Time’s arms. Plus the warmth of sun and tuning out the clashing of the wooden swords its no wonder you instantly fall asleep.

[captain-mj]

More Ghost Wolf au? Please?

The rest is on ao3

Ghost woke up and panicked. He didn’t know why or what caused it, just that they were in danger. Something was there with him, he knew it. 

Simon grabbed Soap, ignoring that they both were only in boxers, and carried him out. Soap started to stir from how fast Ghost moved him, struggling to get out of the apartment and into the cold air as quickly as possible. His breathing was ragged and his head was spinning around and around. 

“Simon?” Soap asked, still sounding sleepy. Once he realized they were outside, he jerked, trying to wiggle out of the hold Ghost had on him. 

Ghost held him like a teddy bear to his chest, mind racing. His voice wouldn’t come and he was outside and people would see him. His giant teeth and the smell of blood And and and

“Simon.” Soap said more gently. “You’re okay. What happened? Why are we outside?”

“There was someone in there. Someone was there. They were gonna…”

Soap nodded. “Okay. We should call the police.”

Ghost felt such strong panic it almost knocked him down. He squeezed Soap hard enough for his bones to creak.

“Nevermind. How about Price?”

Ghost nodded and let go. He started to try to breath again and Soap brought him to the car, letting him rest. 

Soap called Price and told him what he happened. He didn’t doubt Ghost for a moment, truly believing there was someone who had broken in. 

Price arrived moments later, gun on his hip. He checked them first and his hands brushed over Soap before going over Ghost’s hair. “You’re both okay?”

Soap nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Just… uh… still in my boxers.”

Price glanced at them. “Didn’t have time to get dressed or grab something?”

“I ran outside.” Ghost mumbled.

Price looked at Soap expectantly.

“He carried me.” 

Price looked surprised, but he clearly let it go and went upstairs. There was a few minutes of quiet before he came back down. “There’s no one up there. Must’ve ran off.”

Soap nodded and led Ghost back up. Ghost checked all the doors and windows, making sure no one had any way of coming back in. He rechecked everything a second time and then quickly put clothes back on.

Soap smiled. “See. We’re safe and sound.”

Ghost did not look convinced.

The second time one of these events happened, they were in public. Ghost felt the panic and herded Soap to the alley way to hide. He pressed into him to keep him from being seen by the person that was clearly following them. 

Soap started to put it together quickly. “So, what happened?”

“A man was following us.” Ghost stood guard, chest puffed, body tensed. He stayed and Soap gently rubbed his back until he started to calm down. 

“What did he look like?”

“He wore a mask.”

Soap nodded. “What did the mask look like?”

“Skull mask. They are coming back. They’re going to hurt everyone.” Ghost sounded a tinge frantic.

Soap shook his head. “No one is going to get you, okay? I promise. Just relax.”

Ghost shook his head but no one ever came down the alleyway. Eventually, he looked out of the alley and Soap saw who scared him. It was just a man with a medical mask with a backpack. He looked very much like a college student. 

“Simon. It’s okay. You’re safe.” Soap glanced up at him, watching Ghost’s eyes change. 

“Oh.”

Soap knew this was… normal. Symptoms didn’t always appear linearly. Sometimes it took time. He really hoped that last night had been a nightmare that put him on edge. 

Ghost woke Soap up thrashing. His body shaking and trembling. The pillows underneath him had been shredded to pieces. 

Soap gently shook him so Ghost didn’t lash out at him. He woke up and tried to catch his breath. His body shook and he whined pathetically. 

“Help, help, help.”

Soap held him close. “You’re okay. I promise you’re okay. I promise.” He felt him shudder and crash into him, clearly spiraling somewhere that Soap couldn’t reach. “I’m right here. I’m yours.”

Ghost relaxed and rubbed his face against him. “Please. Please. I don’t understand. I’ve been doing so well.”

Soap shrugged. “Sometimes it’s hard to notice these things until you feel safe.”

Ghost shook his head. “I can’t go back. I thought I could but I was wrong I can’t go back.”

“No one is ever going to make you go back.”

[theemporium]

I can picture werewolf!Carlos almost looking like a Newfoundland when he’s in his wolf form - big and thick with a ton of fluffy dark hair

and because he kinda looks like a regular dog, sometimes he decides to go out with you in wolf form

except he’s the most jealous creature alive and whenever guys come up and ask to pet him as a means to flirt with you, he’s immediately growling really low under his breath, trying to block you with his body, to the point where a lot of them wind up saying “geez, lady, train your dog”

of course, those guys are baffled when some little kid wants to pet him and he’s an absolute teddy bear, nuzzling into their little cheeks and giving them slobbery kisses and smiling with his tongue out when they do that cute baby giggle at the giant puppy

HOWLING😭he seems like this really big, aggressive dog whenever someone approaches you to flirt. he’s literally not above snapping his teeth a little until the dude gets the point

but with everyone else? the best goddamn dog about😌and he just loves it when you praise him, when you run your hands through his fur as you’re talking to some parents like, “yeah, he’s an amazing dog. best guy ever. so sweet and caring and the cuddles are amazing” because hell fucking yeah his cuddles are amazing

[xcaptain-winterx]

Hey, I’m very excited for your Kinktober 2023 celebration!

Here’s my ask:

Character - Lloyd Hansen

Kink - Praise/Cuddling/Aftercare

Bonus - Werebear!Lloyd

Okay, so the idea is that Lloyd wasn’t always a werebear, but he got turned into one, just like how the witch in Beauty and the Beast turned the prince into a monster.

Werebear!Lloyd has found his mate and dragged her home. But even after she calmed down from being kidnapped, and then finding herself in a weirdly intense relationship with this creature/man… Lloyd is struggling with the bear’s instincts. They’re so different from his own. He liked rough, dirty sex that ended with him slipping out the door fifteen minutes after the deed was done. The bear wants to cuddle, and if he doesn’t get the appropriate amount of cuddling in, he’s on edge and cranky. Really cranky - and he takes it out on Lloyd.

Nowadays, Lloyd craves cuddling. He used to hate it. The bear inside of him demands he spend hours cuddling with his mate, multiple times per day. Lloyd finds that he needs to praise his mate. He has to gain her approval - the bear demands it. All of a sudden the selfish, rude, and vicious Lloyd Hansen has developed a teddy bear streak, thanks to finding his mate and he doesn’t know how to handle it.

How does he reconcile the werebear’s powerful instincts with the human side of his personality, especially when the bear’s need for softness with its mate refuses to be denied?

Little Cub

softdark werebear!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: above

warnings: small amount of fluff, monster kink, big dick, smut, rape, Lloyd being himself, humiliation, dark stuff, kidnapping, blood

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc. I think I did a lot of mistakes in this fic. This is kinda a dark fic….just so you know. Will do another part if you request it

Main Masterlist Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Lloyd is planning how he’s going to torture the fucking cunt who cursed him into this beast. He perhaps was a monster, but still didn’t deserve that. His words. It’s not his fault that he didn’t want to kiss her. That bitch looked ugly as fuck.

He can still feel how his bones cracked and muscles twisted as he transformed. The painful screams he let out as he became the thing she cursed him to be in all eternity.

A bear. A giant light brown bear with sharp claws and teeth.

There’s not a moment he isn’t reminded of what he is now, even when he isn’t in his other form. From his now sharper and longer finger nails to how his body is now covered in more hair, though, he must say, he likes the mustache.

Not only is his normal physical form now different. Lloyd is so hungry all the time and mostly for meat. Problem is that he’s alone in his castle with no staff or anyone to bring him food. Well, there once were people, but his hunger got the best of him. Now, he’s all alone. He’s forced to go into the woods and hunt for whatever living creature he sees. On lucky days, he finds humans in the forest, hunting or just taking a walk, but most days he just finds deers, bunnies or wolfs.

The hunger isn’t his biggest problem though, no, it’s how fucking hard he gets for no reason at all 24/7. He could be sitting down in one of many lounge areas and suddenly get a boner without thinking of anything slightly dirty. It’s not like he doesn’t have needs and jacks himself off a lot, but this is way different. It’s painful. When he tries to ignore it, he feels how the beast is making him feel like a thousand bullets are piercing through his skin. Like needles are boring through his bones and muscles. His muscles tense, his nails getting longer, veins popping until he transforms into what he hates most. Once transformed, the need to breed is so strong he humps everything which is near him, trying to get rid of the pain. In his other form, he doesn’t feel like him. It’s like he’s only half himself. The bear is a constant voice in his head, making him insane.

Over time, Lloyd got better at controlling it, but the smallest things could set the beast in him free. He only leaves his castle to hunt for food. He can’t even drink his sorrows away because he already drank every bottle in the castle….in just three months.

Oh, but Lloyd would’ve never guessed how lucky he would get today when he goes to hunt in the woods.

Today, you are on a walk in the forest. The sky is covered in thick grey clouds. It’s getting grayer by every passing second. You just wanted to go on a quick walk to clear your head, but got lost, though you are not panicking. You would be, if you knew what was going to happen because not so far away you caught the attention of the hungry eyes of Lloyd. His pupils are dilated that there is no white anymore. Your sweet smell making his dick painfully hard. Lloyd already smelled you miles away, running immediately into the forest when he first caught the smell of your scent.

You walk down an old path, asking yourself how you get out of the forest, until you hear something. You turn around, but see nothing. A breath leaves your lungs you didn’t know you held in. Just as you are about to continue down the path, you come face to face, well, more like face to chest, with the chest of a big man. Hair is covering his entire chest and as you move your eyes upwards, you can see his dark eyes staring right into your soul.

You don’t move, you can’t move. You’re too scared to make a move.

“Run, rabbit” he says, flashing you his sharp teeth in a cocky manner. Fear finally crosses your face, and a scream leaves your mouth as the man slowly starts to get bigger. You take off and run away, his laugh fallowing you. You run through the woods, like your life depends on it because it probably does. There’s no explanation that you can think of as to what he is. You just know that he’s not good.

It starts to rain, first, only small drops before a full on shower. The once dry ground is now muddy and slippery, making you almost slip. The falling raindrops are hitting your cheeks and making it sting like needles. You almost don’t hear a loud growl behind you due to the rain. It’s getting closer and closer.

In your panic you don’t see the wet mud line before you and the next thing you know, you slipped out and fell into the mud, but at least not face first.

You turn around in the mud to see a giant bear in-front of you, looking at you with his cold dead eyes. The color of his fur, the sharp teeth and the look he is giving you makes you realize that this monster in front of you is the man.

You somehow can’t scream, even as the beast jumps at you and presses you deeper into the mud and before you know it, this monster raises his claw and rips your clothes off in one swift move. You try to get out from under him with no luck.

He’s too big.

The beast sniffs you before grazing his teeth over your collarbone to your stomach. Silent tears start to run down your face.

It suddenly puts a claw on your left shoulder and presses your right leg up, putting you in an uncomfortable position. You feel something hard touch your pussy and it’s then when it dawns on you what is going to happen.

The monster doesn’t give you a chance before slamming his dick into your pussy, giving you no time to adjust. This time you scream. You scream like you are getting torn apart because you literally are. It feels like someone is cutting you open.

Lloyd doesn’t care about your screaming or your tears, he’s desperate for this, no matter how fucked up it is. He’s diving into your pussy over and over again. As Lloyd thrusts into you, his furry hips slapping against yours in a primal rhythm. He growls low in his throat as he takes you, his thrusts deep and powerful.

You feel pain with only a little bit of pleasure. Even if you know your climax is approaching, you are begging him to stop. The begging coming out as screams for mercy.

Lloyd’s thrusts are growing deeper and more powerful, his groans echoing through the woods. He doesn’t care that you come around his dick and neither that you start coating his dick in your blood. He thrusts faster into you before shooting his sperms into your pussy with a loud roar.

Your eyes widen a last time as his cum fills you up before the black around your vision takes over. This doesn’t stop Lloyd though, from rutting into your passed out form again and again, needing to release.

Once Lloyd is done, he pulls out of you, automatically growling, well, more like the beast in him, as his sperm spills out of your abused pussy. Still in his beast form, he turns to make his way back to the castle, but something pulls him back.

The beast.

It’s making his body feel like it’s on fire, burning down with no way of putting it out. He falls to the ground, feeling like he’s going to die until he smells you. Lloyd looks over at you, not understanding why you stopped the monster’s torture on him. He slowly manages to get up and goes over to you, grunting before biting into your leg and pulling you with him to his castle.

As he arrives, he drags down to the cells. Lloyd grunts as his body becomes smaller again once he lets go of your leg. The hair falling down, the ears vanishing and his teeth and claws shrinking. He stands up, getting used to his body again, feeling exhausted now that he feels all the orgasms he had. Having an orgasm as a bear is like having three orgasms and he had five bear orgasms. He is ready to go to sleep.

His eyes move to you before he walks out of the room, not staring at your naked body, but your soft face framed by your beautiful hair. He shakes his head as he realizes what he’s doing and walks out, slamming the cell behind him and locking it.

Your body is in pain is the first thing you realize as you come back from what felt like the dead. You open your eyes, blinking a few times before you start to realize where you are. Curses leave your mouth as you try to move your body, deciding to just stay in the position for a while as the pain grows bigger every time you try to move. You look at the room from the ground, gray stone walls, no windows, cold hard stone ground and prison bars as a door.

“No no no no no” you say over and over again, panicking at the fact of where you are. You manage to move in an upward position, letting your back rest against the cold stones. A deep pain interrupts from your leg as you move it and as you look down at it, you see a deep bite mark. It’s still red and bloody, looking like out of a true horror movie. Not only that, but you can also see the dried blood on your body at your pussy. The rest of your body, including your hair, is covered in now dry mud.

You cry as you remember what happened, the beast catching you and fucking you in the mud. You don’t know how you got here, but looking at the bite mark, you can imagine that wherever you are, the monster is here too.

“Stop crying so fucking loud” a voice whispers aggressively from behind the bars.

You lift your head to look at the voice and see the man from the woods, the man who transformed into a monster.

“Go away!” you scream at him.

The man sighs and throws his head back, annoyed. He pushes himself off the wall and leans with his head pressed on the bars. A mocking pout spreads on his face.

“Aww, is the girl scared of the bad big bear?”

You wipe your tears away, looking at him with pure rage. “Fuck you”.

Lloyd laughs, his sharp teeth shining brightly in the moonlight from the small window. “Again? You truly are a freaky hell of a woman” he says, winking at you.

The veins in your neck are about to pop as you charge at him. Well, try to charge at him, but your legs give midway out, falling right onto your knees.

“Cute” he says, looking unimpressed.

You lay defeated on the floor, feeling dirty and gross. You wished you never would have entered the woods.

He looks at you, feeling weird, like he feels a deep pain in his heart. Pity? Sadness? Regret? God knows what it is, but Lloyd doesn’t like it. He can feel the beast inside him starting to get hectic, needing to be pet out.

His gaze wanders to you once again. Normally, he would have killed his victims by now or eaten them, but the beast won’t let him eat you, even though you taste so delicious.

Lloyd thinks for a moment, before asking, “what’s your name?”.

“Why should I tell you my name?”

Lloyd opens the door. “Because I’m hungry and your blood smells delicious”.

You gulp and say “My name is y/n”.

He steps closer and crouches down in front of you, grabbing your face and pulling it harshly as you try to move your head away from his soft touch.

“Such a pretty name to such a pretty face and pussy” Lloyd says smelling your dirty hair.

Not only can he smell you but also you him. You smell a dark woody smell mixed with sweet apple. Two opposite smells, one sweet and the other a strong manly smell, but they still fit together like two sides of the same coin. Now that he’s so close, you can analyze his face, from his thick mustache to his light freckles and beautiful eyes that aren’t as dark as you remembered them to be.

“Are you going to kill me?” you ask, trying not to shake out of fear.

Lloyd’s eyes move to meet yours, his eyes boring into you. He thinks for a minute, trying to ignore the beast before making a decision.

“No”

“N-No?” you look at him slightly confused. You truly thought he would kill you.

Lloyd lets go of your face and stands up and then simply walks out of the cell, not locking it. You think for a second of escaping. It’s a now or never situation, but you know you wouldn’t make it far in your condition and you are not that keen on seeing the monster in his form again, so you wait and are happy with your decision because not a second later he walks back in the cell with a bucket in his hand.

As he comes closer, you see that he is carrying a bucket filled with water and a wet cloth hanging on the side. Once in front of you, he puts the bucket down, making water splash down from the side.

“Clean up” Lloyd says, looking down at you. You nod, waiting for him to walk away, but he doesn’t, he just continues to stare at you.

You don’t know what to do; you don’t want him to watch your naked form even more. He looks like he’s waiting patiently for you to do something.

Just as you are about to grab the cloth and clean yourself, thinking he wants to watch you, he kicks your arm away from the bucket, making you wince.

“Oh, thank you, Lloyd, for being so nice and giving me something to clean up. How kind of you” Lloyd says sarcastically. He got you something to clean up with and you don’t even bother to thank you. Typical women.

You can’t believe what you are hearing. This man, monster, who kidnapped you, raped you and hurt you wants a thank you. Not only are you confused as to his demands, but you also just learned that his name is Lloyd.

“Are you deaf!”

Lloyd’s screaming brings you back and you quickly shake your head. “Thank yo-“

“Is that what I told you to say!” he screams again.

“You told me to thank you and that’s what I-“ you can’t finish your sentence because Lloyd splashes some of the water on you.

“Say ‘thank you, Lloyd, for being so nice and giving me something to clean up. How kind of you’. Now!”

“But-“ he sprinkles with his fingers some water on you again.

“Say. It”. You wipe your face before finally saying what Lloyd wants you to say. He grins as he stands straight again, but the grin doesn’t seem evil this time. It looks like a happy grin and if you look closely, you could see a small blush. Lloyd walks after soon after you said at, leaving you alone in the locked. Just as he’s about to walk around the corner, he turns back to you.

“Maybe you last longer than the last ones”

With that, he fully leaves, leaving your scared form alone.

The sky is pitch black and the air of the night cold as you are woken from your slumber by footsteps. You know there is only one other person in this place and you don’t want to see him. You act like you are still asleep, facing the wall, trying not to move, which is hard because you are freezing.

After you washed yourself with the bucket of water, you forgot you don’t have something to dry yourself with it or even to sit your ass on. The cold floor and the air are making you shake like crazy. You won’t be surprised if you catch a cold.

The footsteps come closer and closer. The closer they get, the more you notice those footsteps are heavy and sound like more than two feet.

A shiver runs down your spine as you realize who-or what, it is.

You lay your face more into the floor, trying to sink into it, scared of what will happen soon. You can still feel his seeds inside you.

The footsteps stop in front of the cell and put a hand over your mouth. With some luck, the beast will just walk away if it sees you asleep. All hope is lost though, as the lock rattles. It rattles for some seconds before it stops.

Maybe it can’t open it in this form. Maybe it will walk away.

A scream almost leaves your lips as the beast suddenly trashes against the cell, trying to get in. It doesn’t take long before the cell door slams open. A tear slips down your cheek as the monster walks into the cell. Everything comes flashing back from when the beast was on top of you, slamming into you repeatedly. You hear it come closer and just beg god to let it be over fast. The claws of the beast turn you onto your back, but he doesn’t get on top of you. Instead of getting on top of you, the bear lays his head on your stomach, snuggling into you.

You are shocked at that action, not understanding what’s going on. You hold your breath, waiting for something to happen, but nothing does.

You open your eyes and see the bear with closed eyes on your stomach, looking like a big puppy. As confused and freaked out as you are, you don’t complain.

He’s so warm.

After a while, when you are sure he’s 100% sure he’s asleep, you dare to put your hand on his head. He stops snoring as you do it, before continuing letting out soft snores.

You smile, seeing this huge bear be soft, even though he’s a monster-well, you don’t really know what he is.

This doesn’t mean you like him, though.

No.

[artist-issues]

As much as I adore Lilo & Stitch: The Series and Kim Possible, I don't think my brain returns to any Saturday Cartoon Adventures more than:

Aladdin: The Series - Remember the one where the cat goddess is kidnapping children and turning them into monsters? Or the one where there's a prophecy that Aladdin will die? Or the one where Genie is being hunted by the last of a race of magic-vampires? Or the one where Aladdin is being possessed by the vanquished sorcerer Mozenrath's (what a name) spirit through his magic glove? Or the one where Aladdin literally crosses over with Hercules?

The Little Mermaid: The Series - I think about that episode where she gets sucked down into the trippy, surreal Wonderland trench and can't escape probably every week. Go to Disney Plus and find that episode, it's called "Charmed," it's worth it.

The Legend of Tarzan - Like every episode is burned in my brain forever. The Opar episodes where he'd rather die than choose anybody but Jane, even after he thinks she's dead. The one with the Mad Elephant where Tantor thinks he's contracted the same illness. The one with DINOSAURS. The one where the new radio tower makes every animal go insane and try to kill Tarzan and Jane. The one where a different ape challenges Tarzan for leadership and WINS. The one where Jane's friends come to the jungle to rescue her. The one where Tarzan gets locked in like a prison camp with Teddy Roosevelt?! The one with a magical healing albino gorilla?! The one with Kerchak's old rival Tublat coming to try and take over the gorilla family in a series of traps? ! The one with the giant snake?! The one where Tarzan gets bit by a spider and almost DIES?! The one where Clayton's sister comes and forces Tarzan to choose between saving himself from poison or saving all of his loved ones from several death traps in time?! The one where the African tribes from the Tarzan books help Tarzan find a cure for a deadly disease in special two-part episodes?! The one with a WWII spy coming and trying to steal Jane's affections while simultaneously looking for war information he left in a music box he sent to her?! WHY IS THIS NOT ON DISNEY+?!

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command - Skilled. Courageous. And ever-vigilant. Leaping into action, it's BUZZ LIGHTYEAR, of STAR! COMMAND! I'm tired of having to dig around the Internet to watch episodes like The Wirewolf where an old Space Ranger buddy gets turned into a machine-mauling cybernetic wolf monster by the light of a radioactive moon, or the one where an "energy vampire" named N0S4-A2 tries to eat Buzz's robot friend.

Come on. We got The Little Mermaid: The Series. That Tarzan & Jane movie isn't enough! WHERE ARE THE REST OF THEM, DISNEY

[heartfullofleeches]

Which of your readers would be most comfy to lay down with?

Nightlight - Cuddlebug android that not only doubles as a light source, but can also warm up their skin to keep you toasty.

"Sheep" - Sad wolf, I mean sheep needs all the cuddles they can get. The wool of their disguise is pretty soft too.

Puppyboy - If this sweet pup notes a hint of sadness in your voice it's off to hug town. Gentlest teddy bear around

Werewolf Bodyguard - A slightly less gentle, but still cuddly teddy bear if you catch them in the right mood.

Caretaker - Providing is in their nature. Will brush your hair or give you massages- all you gotta do is ask.

Harpy - Giant Fluffy birb. Long as you remain on their good side they'll keep you safe in the comfort of their wings. Few humans can withstand the pillowy cushion of their feathers - falling asleep like a princess caught under a sleep.

Mime - Need another pillow? On it. A blanket? How about three? Mime enjoys setting up little slumber parties in the living room after a heist with the murder Clowns and they'd be more than happy to add another to the fun.

Fast Food Reader - This dork will take any chance they can get to unwind. The play place is their personal hide out which, so long as you're not a snitch, they're willing to invite people into and if they're close to you/think you're chill they'd be down to share a sleeping bag.

That's all I got but this was fun. It's always funny when people take interest in my readers as opposed to the yans