#i like big scary fuck off dogs but i do not have the space for one. little dogs for me only.

[lonesplashy]

"it's a wild animal not a pet" I think we should domesticate EVERY animal like we did with wolves and cats. I want to go into a pet store and be able to get a teddy bear sized bear. Lets band together as a society to make a bastardization of nature.

[stargirlrchive]

simon getting jealous over another coworker flirting with his work wife ? 👀

i had tew much fun writing this lmao

one — two — three — four

you don’t know how it happened, one second there was a recruit standing before you, and in the next you were shoved against the stretcher, tactical pants and panties pooled between your legs as simon bent you over to fuck his thick cock into you.

well—you do know how it happened, but it was so quick it left you dizzy.

anderson had been brought in by two other recruits, limping and grunting as they plopped him onto the medical bed. a deep gash on his upper thigh from one of the other recruits knicking his skin during practice.

it was deep, and angry—your fingers itching to patch him up as you ripped open a bigger hole on his tactical pants to get the wound cleaned. “you shouldn’t have let it get this far, anderson.”

“it’s sanders.”

you blinked up at him, a small frown on your lips, “pardon?”

“it’s sanders—not anderson.”

heat bloomed on your cheeks, the newest batch of recruits had been here for four months already and you were positive you’d only ever addressed him incorrectly. you cleared your throat, embarrassed. “i’m sorry—”

“it’s no big deal, i’m sure you can make up for it.”

your nerves flared as he cut you off, at what the grimy smirk on his face was insinuating. you couldn’t hold back the grimace on your face as you worked on patching him up and getting him out of your work space.

through the annoyance and blood pumping in your ears, you missed the big bulk of your lieutenant sliding into your space.

sander’s voice dropped lower, in what you assumed was his way of being seductive, “don’t be like that, honey.”

you forced yourself to not be overly rough with the way you were cleaning the gash on his thigh, fingers working methodically on his wound.

“i can show you a real good time.” and then his fingers were threading through your hair, the shock causing you to jostle as he tangled his fingers in the root of your hair to tug your neck upwards.

your heart pumped in anger, ready to yell at him to fuck off—to not fucking touch you. but simon beat you to it.

“get y’r fucking hands off my wife.”

the growl in simon’s voice had you tensing yet melting at the same time. shivers running down your back and heat coiling in your belly.

sanders scrambled upwards, back tense and eyes wide. you stumbled backwards, simon steadying you by placing a thick hand on your waist and pulling you to him.

“lieutenant riley—i had no idea, she didn’t-i didn’t know she was your wife.”

simon’s chest was practically vibrating with his anger, snarling down at the man in front of you like a rabid dog. heat bloomed between your thighs, clit aching at his proximity, at the way he protected you.

“i d’nt give two fucks what you know—get the fuck out of here.”

you had never seen someone leave your quarters faster, sanders left running like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.

your body sagged into simon’s, relief filling you from the inside out as his fingers trailed over you. searching.

“you alright, sweetheart?”

you nod, heart thrumming and trying to wrap your head around what happened, “i need words, baby. talk to me. did he—did he do anything, touch you more than he did—”

you turned in his arms, face burying into his chest to breathe in his scent. “m’fine, he didn’t-i just can’t believe he had the nerve.”

simon’s eyes raked over you behind his skull mask. assessing, trying to make sure you really were alright. “i’m fine, simon. i swear. and feeling so much better because you’re here.”

he took a few more seconds to look you over, calloused finger gripping your throat gently and rubbing his gloved thumb over your jaw.

“almost fuckin’ killed him f’r touching you.”

a small laughed bubbled in your throat, leaning into him, “i’m almost positive he pissed himself. never seen you look so scary.”

his fingers loosened on your throat gently, “did i scare you?” his voice was awfully raw, almost vulnerable.

“no. thought it was hot, honestly.”

one of his fingers twitched gently, pressing into you more firmly and you felt his cock. hard and full against your belly as he walked the two of you backwards. “yeah?”

“mhm, would’ve let you bent me over right in front of him if he hadn’t run off.”

simon’s rough voice caused heat to coil in your belly as he turned you over. pressing your back down to bend you over as his cock pressed against your ass, “m’not someone who likes to share, sweetheart.”

your back arched into him, pressing your ass harder against his cock before he pinned your back down with a heavy palm and used his other one to unbutton your pants. “think you need to make that clear for everyone else then.”

[onysfavreader]

Random hc of being Ony's hyperfemblack!wife

You getting spoiled way to much but Ony who doesn't mind because his girl deserves the universe and more

Ony who can never have enough pictures and videos of you on his phone because he is quick to show you off at any chance you recording little maintenance vlogs for your photo shoots together

Ony who just loves you so much and never want to not see you smile

Ony being the only one to help you handle your emotions and make you feel better because he knows you can't help but be so emotional "Shh baby tell me what's wrong" "What happened ma why you look so upset"

Picks you up if you try to walk away from him when you're upset

Ony letting you decorate bc you're helping each other create your dream lives and that included giving you your dream pinterest house and closet lmao

You being the only one who gets to see Ony's soft side after you spent forever trying to get through to him like he put you through the worst when you first started talking but now he makes up for it every day and you brag about it to yourself because it took you forever to get him to that point

You not being any better in the beginning of your relationship those half assed ‘situationships’ could never prepare you for your relationship with Ony your the reason ony’s patience and trust for you is as high as it is

You two giving golden retriever and black cat energy Ony doesn’t look like he likes anyone and doesn’t but is the sweetest ever once you really get to know him especially to you and you looking the sweetest on the outside but you’re are worse then people think Ony is

Ony supporting you through everything and you doing the same even if you don't know exactly what he's doing you trust him

You walking around wrapped in a robe or one of many blankets almost everyday bc your always cold until Ony caught on buying you hoodies and jackets in his size just to see how cute you look when they cover so much more of your body than his

Ony giving you all the hugs kisses and praises he can because he knows you fiend off his attention and will throw the worst fits when you don't get it

You holding onys two fingers instead of his hand bc he's so big

Ony who lifts double your weight on a bad day this and just picks you up and you love it until he pisses you off "Put my ass down now" you shout trying to push him away "Why you not talking to me ma what's wrong" "Boy fuck you" "We gotta work on the mouth of yours" "Ony put me down" You laughed as he carried you to your bedroom “Don’t laugh now” “Baby I’m sorry” “I don’t want to hear none of that ma”

You absolutely loving Ony and the life you've built together

You're only piece of gold jewelry is an anklet with an 'o' charm and you refuse to take off even after he offered to get it in silver

Buying Ony just as many if not more flowers then he buys you

Ony and you having two dogs that are your babies. Ony's being some big 'scary' dog like a black pit bull that absolutely adores you and your a cute little brown toy poodle that Ony tries not to trip over bc they follow him almost as much as you follow him

You and Ony would have different "rooms" that would be your own space yours would be in the attic and he would have his in the basement but you two would still have your bed room

Ony never letting you know what he does for work but he keeps you safe and happy so you push your suspensions aside

You and Ony being the cutest together like your head over heels for him and he completely adores you

You being onys entire world and universe sun and all with the brightest smile on your pretty face and biggest heart

You both having to learn to love but know you want to be with each other for the rest of your lives so you push through the rough patches

Ony cooks and you bake

Ony doing the bathroom, dish, taking out the trash, fixing things, lawn work, bills, bugs, ect

You organizing, decorates, takes care of the dogs, cleans laundry, houses maintenance, groceries, ect

You and Ony who spoil each other rotten and love it

You doing Ony's hair and it's just a cute moment between you two every few weeks one of you will set up the bathroom before going to get the other then you'll sit on the sink with him in front of you most off the time it's quiet as Ony watches you concentrate

You rarely buying Ony gifts because you're always making something for him

You never being able to get enough of Ony

You have the prettiest garden with flowers herbs and fruits that you somehow managed to scared the dogs away from and plug!Ony will some times ask for help when growing his weed

- smut

Definitely the daddy dom of your my dreams he can be the sweetest softest dom ever or the scariest brat tamer but a pleasure dom either way

You almost being apillow princess bc Ony loves being the one to make you cum just by using you but you knowing how to suck it off the bone and neither of you can resist having him down your throat

You being a sweetheart but when you aren’t you can get a horrible attitude and smart mouth only Ony can handle because he knows how to keep your mouth full

Ony can't help but come inside of you so he pays for your birth control

Ony's 's so big and strong and so so big especially compared to you and you love it just the thought turns you on like just looking up at him while you standing next to him maybe holding his fingers and all you can do is squeeze your legs together

Ony fucking you in his hoodies

His voice is music to your ears but His praise will make you're eyes roll back and brain go dumb every time "Fuck you're so good baby just like that" "There you go ma"

You calling him daddy bc what is an Ony

Being each other's biggest eaters

Ony will pick you up and carry you away to your bedroom when he needs you and when you need him you’ll wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist or you’ll straddle his lap until he eventually gets it

You are definitely kinker then ony hands down and has to teach him things like

You liking soft intimate sex and Ony who fucks you so hard you go dumb almost every time And somehow he always knows which one you need

[xiaq]

I got another raise today. Praise for my contributions to my team, validation for my hard work, and a clear overview of what my continued progression in my company could look like. I celebrated by taking the afternoon off to nap and read in bed with my husband. I painted some swatches in the space that will soon be my library in the basement of our new home. I talked to my publisher about the process of turning my 3 published books into audio books. And now I'm in the living room, writing and watching my dog attempt to entice pedestrians on the sidewalk to pet him over the front yard fence.

Next month it'll be two years since I left academia.

It was the hardest and the best thing I ever did.

Three years ago, I was having an existential crisis about my career. I was working 60+ hours a week for embarrassingly little pay as lecturer. I loved my job, but I knew that continuing to work in academia wasn't a sustainable option for me. The thought of buying a house some day was laughable. I'd sworn off relationships. I looked at my writing and I thought there was no chance I'd ever publish anything. I was nearly thirty and I felt like I'd wasted the last decade of my life and I was fighting hard against the sunk cost fallacy that whispered I should just stay. Continue as I was. Let no one know I was drowning in the life I'd always said I wanted.

See, people like to say "it gets better" when people are feeling lost or hopeless. But what they don't tell you is that in order for things to get better you often have to do big scary shit that sometimes feels like walking backward. Sometimes you have to tear things down to the studs before you can rebuild. Sometimes the path to "better" looks a lot like "worse" at first.

I was lucky that my family and friends supported my "worse" phase while I was trying to figure out what the hell I wanted to do with my life, interviewing for tech companies and taking fire fighting exams and querying agents/publishers and basically just saying "fuck it, I'll give it a try" to every available opportunity, including dating the guy who is now the love of my life. But "it gets better" requires hard work and bravery and putting yourself out there and bitter disappointment and rallying and leaning on that support system, and trying again.

So, I'm not sure where I'm going with this other than to say, for anyone else who was where I was 3 years back, anyone who feels stuck or hopeless or like they've wasted years of their life on a career or relationship that doesn't love them back: it gets better, but you have to fucking fight for it. So rally your troops. Get your support system in place. Give sunk cost fallacy the finger. And go figure out what will serve you better.

I'm so happy, now. My life is amazing. But it might have been amazing even faster if I'd dropped out of grad school after my first year when I realized that maybe it wasn't what I wanted after all. I wish I'd been brave then. Be brave now.

[callofdudes]

Hiya! How are you doing? Hope you doing okay. Btw, if you have time, can I request TF141 with Fem! Reader who is emotionless. The men’s went to visit Y/n place for her birthday but they heard loud bark in her house. When Y/n open the door the men’s are pin down by a lot of puppies. They though she has scary dog only to meet cute puppies. Imagine when the men’s see Y/n cuddle/hanging out with her puppies and she her smile a bit during her birthday they be like ‘Dammit! So cute!’ And almost faint seeing the light above of her like an angel.

Thank you for being so patient anon, I'm trying to get these done, ahh!

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost is pretty used to how you act on base, and while he doesn't exactly trust the whole emotionless thing (that's his thing, back off his permanent emo phase) he does give you space and respect you.

So much so when you invited him to come over after a long mission needing a break from life, he just decided to except. To hell with it, at least he knew you wouldn't bother him.

And plus, it was your birthday in a couple days so what was the real harm in saying no??

So he shows up with his bags a couple days later, not expecting anything special until he rang the doorbell.

Now.

Simon.

Loves.

Dogs.

There are few things he loves more in this world than tea, arson, and dogs. So when he hears a bunch of barking he rightfully assumes you have a dog, unless you just have that playing to scars people, which he wouldn't put it past you.

You come to the door, struggling to open it before he's bombarded at the glass screen, seeing a bunch of tiny puppies jumping and wagging their little tails in excitement to meet a new person.

And Simon nearly dies of how utterly fucking cute that is. You open the door and their jumping at his legs, yipping as he comes in and puts down his bag, on their little legs rushing to sniff the new item in the home.

"Sorry about them." You apologize.

Simon shrugs, melting. "That's alright."

The puppies are pretty adorable, one of them even wants to sleep on his bed with him. And Simon gets used to them, pulling them into his lap and stroking them, cradling them, occasionally following you when you take them for walks.

But when you're both sitting in the living room, Simon scrolling through his phone and you on the TV. He can't help looking over and seeing two of them curled up on your lap and passed out. The others all snuggled close as you barely cling on to the TV remote.

He stares, lip turning up slightly under his mask, seeing how cute the scene was. It was pretty damn adorable.

And he's going to miss those puppies when he goes home. But now he has a nes perspective on you as well. He knows you're gentle.

You pretend not to have emotions, and in your line of work he understood, but he saw the gentle side of you. The nurturer, even if it was too a bunch of cute puppies.

Also.

Let him see your puppies again.

Please.

He's begging you.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Now, Johnny probably would have declined your offer to stay at your house if he knew you had dogs. Johnny hates dogs, and is not afraid to kick one on the spot.

But you wanted to throw a party for your birthday and he couldn't just.. decline to go to your birthday. That was horrible, he was invited, he had to go!

He doesn't want to be cruel to dogs or go out of his way, but they scare him. And he doesn't like being near them.

He grabbed his bag and knocked on your door, immediately tensing when he heard the sound of yips coming toward the door.

Please don't let it be a big dog, please don't let it be a big dog.

You rushed to the door, struggling to open it and Johnny was suddenly swarmed by tiny puppers.

He tensed a little and you apologized, herding them back inside and letting Johnny in. Luckily they were distracted by the scent on his bag long enough he could make it to the living room.

"Sorry about that, should have told you."

"Oh ah, no no that's alright..."

He chuckles softly as the puppies get excited from the new guest, some scrambling to hop into his lap when he sits down and you have to gently remove them from him so he can get settled.

You smile softly as you pull them off and gently, lovingly scold them on crawling all over him. He can't help a little smile when you pick one up, drawing the rest to follow you to the couch.

You flop down, tossing Johnny the remote as the puppies crawl up to you, yipping and snuggling up.

Johnny puts on some YouTube video for experimental slow motion capture explosions for a bit.

Eventually looking over to see if you're even interested, only to see you passed out on the couch with the puppies all curled up.

He watched, smiling softly seeing you so relaxed. You were gentle and kind and now you were soft, all curled up like the world was calm. He grabbed the throw blanket and gently laid it over you, turning off the TV.

One of the pups squirmed out from under your arm, yipping as he moved to the stairs. Johnny shushed the pup softly so you could continue to sleep and he headed down to his room.

You were pretty cute like that, all curled up with a bunch of puppies.

Just... It might not be as cute when they get bigger.

But for now, absolutely adorable.

And now he thinks he might try to get you to open up a little more. Because clearly you aren't simply what you want to be seen as. And he wants to know you. That gentleness he saw that day with your puppies.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle doesn't feel any which way about either animal. He's slightly more of a cat person but would say he likes cats and dogs equally.

He didn't really have any particular thoughts about you either. You were on the team, you got the job done, and that was good. You were quiet, like Ghost, and that was something he could appreciate.

He might have declined the offer to stay over, but it was you'd birthday and you had offered. And what's a week in someone else's home he didn't have to worry about rent and resources? (Gaz math)

So he found himself at your doorstep with really not much idea of what to expect. He didn't think much of it when he rang the doorbell and heard a bunch of yips and little barks.

You must have dogs. Or puppies from the sounds of it.

And he was right, looking down as you opened the door, seeing puppies skittering around and wiggling excitedly. You opened the door, nodding to Kyle, who nodded back.

"Sorry about them, off." You commanded, helping Kyle to put his bag down on the kitchen chair. He watched the puppies dance around between and around his feet.

"That's a lot of puppies." He put his hands in his pockets.

"And I love them all." You smiled softly, cooing them over to the couch. Kyle watched all of them waddle over, yipping and scrambling to get up into the couch.

You curled up in a blanket with them all, one of them staying back to sniff Kyle's pantleg and nibble on it a little.

Kyle watched the little puppy, bending down to pick him up and felt his soft coat. He was very cute puppy, very light too.

"They are beautiful... What breed??" He looked up, noticing your eyes were closed. The light from your blinds casting on you in just a way he could tell it had been a long day.

He smiles softly, thinking how cute it was paired with your earlier words.

He attempted to put the one puppy down but it scrambled back, following him as he took your advice and also went to pass out for a nap.

Eventually waking up with that same pup curled up with him. He went upstairs to see you still sleeping, and he couldn't help thinking it cute s second time.

You were soft, gentle with the small animals. So comfortable with them. He couldn't stop s small smile. So this was the real y/n... He'd like to see more of you.

And he thinks your puppies are adorable.

John Price

Price is like Kyle in that he doesn't really prefer one species over the other, he vibes with both. Though he's leaning more dog person.

You on the other hand, your skill alone is what got you on the team. Price wishes you would be less 'emotionless' and try to open up even a smidge to the others. Even a little bit of teamwork can lead to a lot of success and smoothness.

But oh hell he picked you all...

That's what he couldn't help thinking as he drove down to your house for your birthday. It was mid leave and Price was headed over to celebrate the day with you and make sure you wouldn't be alone.

Showing up at your door, he didn't his little dad shoulder roll and knocked. When he got no response he rang the doorbell, immediately hearing loud barking and yipping.

His eyebrows raised slightly. He didn't take you for a dog person. Unless he's at the wrong house, in that case, fuck him.

But he's reassured it's you when you open the door, giving him a half a smile for effort. "Captain, sorry, I was trying to put them away."

Price chuckles when the small puppies jump up at his legs and run around him, smelling all the new smells on him.

"That's quite alright."

You open the door further and let him inside. Price steps in, the small puppies yipping and jumping. You try to gently scold them off but Price doesn't react, letting them do their thing.

"Sorry, I can make you tea, we can sit down??"

Price nodded. "That sounds lovely actually, thank you."

You nod, grabbing out two cups and getting the kettle ready.

You two pass time talking until you get to the couch, Price crossing a leg over, one of the pups hopping up into his lap, yipping at him and snuggling up to his stomach.

Price can't help chuckling again as you talk. The rest of the puppies curl up with you, you'd arms wrapping around them all, trying to squeeze your love gently into their tiny bodies.

The quietness somehow seeping in along the way until Price looks up from petting the small puppy to see you nodding off against the arm rest.

The sun through the window hits you nicely and Price sighs softly. Seeing how tired you looked, how gentle you were.

Price always knew it, he knew the soft soul under those faces. And now he saw it, seeing how utterly adorable you were curled up with your puppies.

He walks over, setting down the pup from his lap against you, having a feeling he'd feel better there.

He pulls the throw blanket over you, rubbing your arm gently. Guess he's making dinner to give back for making him tea.

He looked back into the living room, seeing you still passed out. Maybe, with some more work he can get you to open to him. He liked seeing you so cuddly up.

You were so gosh darn adorable, almost as adorable as the puppies themselves.

(sorry it's short, it's late and I wanted to at least get something out, blep.)

[auspicioustidings]

Any version of Soap in any position of power would be soooo disgusting, calling IT Security reader at all times of the day and telling her that the speaker on his computer doesn’t work, while he’s clearly streaming some porno in the background 😭😭😭

You get it Lumi, he's a sick freak :) You also sent this while I happen to be working through 1k requests so bonus short for you <3

Back Chat

Words: 1k

CWs: non-con groping, just all around gross awful Soap

Sergeant John MacTavish was the reason you had poured over your contract for any get out clause that didn't cost you a fortune. You came up with nothing. The military had paid for a high end training course for you on the provision that if you left the role within 2 years then you had to pay every penny back.

Plus this job paid well and the benefits were great. You didn't even mind having gruff military personnel seeing fit to give you a bollocking over the phone because you would be following procedure whether they liked it or not and they could file a damn ticket if they wanted their issue looked at. Generally they were an OK bunch at heart, but rough around the edges and used to recruits eager to please them. When they realised your lack of any rank also excused you from being ordered around by anyone but your actual boss they usually mellowed out.

Of course you had made the mistake of chewing out one such gruff man after he called in a temper demanding that his laptop be fixed as a priority. Not even his work laptop, no he wanted his personal laptop fixed.

“Look MacTavish was it?”

“Sergeant MacTavish tae you.”

“No it isn't. I am not one of your soldiers. I work in IT for the military, your laptop is not military property so I'm not touching it. Use your big boy Sergeant wage and buy a new one.”

“Listen here ye wee bitch-”

You hung up on him and got on with your day right up until he physically showed up at your office on base. You handled IT for multiple bases, you had not considered that the person you had chewed out would actually work on this one. Oops.

He was a big motherfucker as well. Handsome. Crazy scary dog energy. Definitely not your usual soldier with his lack of uniform (unless jeans and a t-shirt that was so tight he was liable to tear out of it was uniform these days) and out of regulation haircut. You scrambled to try and stand but he was already looming over you in your chair, leaving you no space to do so as he settled his hands on the armrests and leaned over you to get into your face.

“I'll need tae settle for you then hen. Better make it good.”

“Excuse me?”

“The lassie on my laptop begs tae get it up the arse. Is a good girl for a thick cock pounding her tight cunt. Even when she's fucked oot her nut and ruined she still gags around a man down her throat and swallows like a proper bitch.”

You were flooded with fear and arousal. Nobody had ever spoken to you like that and you weren't entirely sure he was joking. He wouldn't actually do anything to you right? He was just being a dick because he wanted his laptop fixed. Just trying to intimidate you.

“And I bet she gets paid a lot more than me MacTavish, back off.”

Oh no. There was a feral gleam in his eye and a rabid grin that showed those sharp incisors. He clearly relished your response.

“Then I'll need to buy ye with, what was it? Right. My big boy Sergeant wage.”

He leaned in close and took a deep breath. Christ he was sniffing your currently greasy and messy hair. You hadn't showered in like 2 days, you were fucking IT, it wasn't like people usually came to physically see you in your little den.

“...I'll fix your fucking laptop oh my God just bring it by.”

“Atta girl” he all but panted into your ear before tugging at the lobe with his teeth and then fully tounging at your ear hole.

The sensation was truly the most awful thing you had ever felt. Your skin crawled and your body shivered uncomfortably as you tried to push him away from you. He chuckled and you choked on your own saliva as he firmly smacked your pussy before pulling away.

“I'll bring it right doon.”

You were left completely gobsmacked in your little office, your body hopped up on adrenaline and your cunt throbbing from the spank it had gotten and from the sick part of your mind that found the whole thing depraved and disgusting but sort of titillating.

When he brought the laptop back he hovered behind you while you worked on it, making you sweat. It was an easy enough fix and you sighed in relief and carefully avoided eye contact when you told him it was fixed.

“Ye’ll check it over, cannae be sending me away with a half done job.”

“You can see that it's working.”

He leant over, arms surrounding you so he could scroll over to open a video file. It was of a woman being railed hard from behind, drooling into the pillow and babbling for more. The wet squelch was disgusting, the man spitting down on her and smacking her already red ass.

“Speakers are fucked.”

You squirmed in your seat.

“I can hear it just fine.”

“Aye? What are ye hearing then?”

You remained silent, eyes fixed on the wall instead of on the screen. At least you were silent until he drew a yelp from you by groping one of your tits.

“Told ye, if ye cannae prove that it's fixed I'll need to settle for you. Bit shorter, softer and dirtier than my lassie mind, so got tae give it yer full effort.”

“I-It's working!”

“Prove it, what ye hearing?”

He made you replicate the whole script from each broken moan to the begging to the degrading. He was only satisfied when the whole video had run its course, by which time he had a hand on either tit, rough with how he groped and tugged.

“See now? Wisnae so hard to follow a Sergeant's orders was it?”

“No” you mumbled, crying out when he gripped your nipples through your shirt and twisted. “No Sergeant!”

He let go then, closing the lid of the laptop and standing with it to leave.

“Got an LT having trouble with his phone, he's naw as friendly as me though so best limit the back chat soldier.”

[prettyboypistol]

TF2 Mercs x M!Shy!Reader

Scout

Honestly likes how shy and quiet you are because it makes him seem more macho (not just for that reason ofc but still)

Likes teasing you in public with whispers in your ear or sneaky PDA that makes you jump and squeak

Jeremy is very protective and possessive. Very "Is this guy bothering you? Nah, nah, I'll kill him for fucking with my boo!"

He shows off a lot to impress you, but also is fine with failing because you either laugh at the stupidity or fuss over him after.

Soldier

Jane is a little hard headed sometimes and sometimes gets frustrated about things he doesn't understand. Like at a restaurant, he has trouble really understanding why you have issues telling the waiter your order was wrong.

Talks for you a lot (/lovingly but ohhhh my goddd)

Soldier means well and loves your more reserved nature, but he also wants to show you the world! This causes some communication issues.

Pyro

Kind of babies you a little and loves being the leader and guiding you around places

Overprotective like Scout, but a lot more supporting rather than confronting.

Shares their balloonicorn with you 🥺🥺🥺

Pyro is fine with being an introvert lover, so absolutely is fine with cuddle dates and movie nights

Demoman

This man TEASES. Like, NEVER STOPS. Scout on steroids.

Whispers dirty things in your ear in public and adds a little "Aww, why are you so flustered? Only you heard the nasty things I wanna do to you."

His favorite thing to do to you in public is put his arm over your shoulders and pull you in close- maybe just a little too close for friendly PDA- but most people brush it off as "drunken balance issues"

Loves when you squeak and squirm behind closed doors, the way you shy away from even kisses.

Engineer

Doesn't push it in public and usually gives you your space. If people give you a hard time in public, he gets rather protective in that kind southern sternness.

In private, he's a lot more lovey and sweet on you. Pet names. Kisses. Teasing.

He's not too dirty minded about the teasings since he's a little worried about making you uncomfortable. Usually he lets you make the signals before he takes initiative.

Dell loves giving you knowing looks in public to make you blush, but that's the most he'll ever do in public.

Heavy

This man keeps you safe like a baby bunny in a big bear's arms. Any attempt to even look at you is met with a glare and an escort out of the room.

Scary dog privilege energy fr. As long as you're around you don't have to worry about your orders at restaurants being wrong or people looking at you! They're all busy staring at your man!

Heavy loves picking you up and carrying you around to keep you safe- but even that is embarrassing! As you cover your face, Heavy mumbles in your ear :

"Why so nervous? You like my strength when we're alone."

Medic

RIP man, this mf is ruthless. He loves to fluster you any and everywhere he can. Your shyness is a game to him and Medic is top of the leaderboard.

Somehow he's even able to sweettalk you when under the knife! You're not sure if it was out of genuine opportunity to flirt or to see your physical heart accelerate.

Has probably pavlov'd you into blushing whenever he speaks German let's be honest

The most out and proud about your relationship. What are they going to do, fire their only good Medic?

Sniper

Since he's rather introverted himself, he's not one for PDA or flustering you in public. In private he's a little more lovey-dovey.

Mans likes smacking your ass when you walk by or when you're turned away from him. He thinks it's funny when you cover your butt when you walk by him.

Mundy likes murmuring sweet nothings only occasionally, believing that sweet words matter most when the moment is right.

He is the resident "fine, I'll be the group extrovert" between you two and usually handles social situations and talking.

Spy

Oh he thinks your shyness is absolutely adorable. You know what you want, but just can't muster up the words out of mortification? It totally gets him going to give you exactly what you want.

Flowery words, actual flowers, and frequent date nights as "business partners". Of course business partners give brief kisses before a meal- it's a French thing! (jk jk)

Has an entire mental file on what flusters you the most in each situation. His favorite way is to sneak up behind you, put his hand on your shoulder, and whispering in your ear.

He has worried about you choking in his smoking area due to all your hyperventilation, so he makes a habit of airing out the smell of cigarettes and marijuana.

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Beneath Miles of Stone - Part Nineteen - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: John has been in prison for nine months. He’s content to stay if it means appeasing the high table and keeping peace between the owners of each continental. However, he meets someone who erases that willingness. Peace be dammed.

TW: death, HEAVY NSFW, spanking

John gets around three good hours of rest. Guilt sits heavy on his chest for killing the woman in Marcus’s guest room.

He sweeps a sweat damp slice of hair from delicate, puttering eyelids, and kisses a sweaty forehead.

She’s beautiful. She still has tiny red lines in her cheeks from the plaster, and just looking at them pisses him off.

He longs to protect her. Preserve her. Traditions instilled in him from a young, spongey brained age where women were meant for less brutal fates than men guide him and probably always will.

It’s why he feels guilty for killing the young assassin, and he’s certain that was the ultimate goal of her employer. Insidious bullshit.

Someone means to expose his soft underbelly, and they’re doing a fucking fantastic job, because here she is, silky and open and raw, snoozing on his chest.

He smooths his palm up and down her spine, hoping to be soft enough to keep her in the land of dreams, but she stirs.

“Shh,” he says, running fingers lightly over the bottom of her hand to the point of her elbow.

“I think you’re bad at keeping someone asleep.” Her smile is against his chest, and he grins back.

“I can get worse.”

She nuzzles, tired giggles prickling his skin. “Did you take your medicine yet, Johnathan ?”

“No nurse. I was waiting for you to wake up and feed it to me.”

She goes to get up and do just that, but he tugs her back down. “Where you going?”

She looks confused. Adorable. He tips her chin up to admire how pretty she is. “To get… your pills.” Wearing a goofy grin.

He kisses it away. “You think I’m actually going to take them?”

He’s kidding, but her immediate reaction - shock, anger, determination - makes the joke worthwhile.

She opens her mouth to either scold him or appeal to his rationality, but he starts laughing.

“Okay, you suck,” she grumbles, poking his ribs.

He kisses her - again. She tries to say something else, but he shuts her up with his mouth. Then more. Grabs her, drags her up so he doesn’t have to lean down to get to her lips.

She cradles his head while he holds her hips and pulls her closer, on top.

“Oh, Johnny,” she coos, hands massaging his scalp.

The big tiger vibrates, closes his eyes and thrums in pleasure.

She kisses his mouth, then his cheeks, his jaw, his neck, his collar, hiccups a squealing noise into the dip of his throat when his hand gives her butt a tap.

“Couldn’t resist,” he admits, smoothing over the sore, cherry love mark, pulling fabric up over the naked bottom of her ass.

“No, I like it.” Her voice is muffled, mouth busy with the skin where his neck meets his shoulder.

“Do you?” He teases, giving her another playful slap.

She repays this with a sharp bite over his deltoid.

He tucks her in and rolls over, causing a little cloud of air to puff from her chest in an ‘oof.’

He pats her cheek. “You okay, baby?”

He might be a big dog who gets too excited and knocks her over, but she adores him. Pretty melted caramel eyes steeped in sunlight promise safety - shelter from anyone and anything - and she believes them.

She kisses his bottom lip, pushes his hair back. “I’m fine. You’re not so scary.”

He bites the space between them, feigning a purposeful, hungry growl, inducing adorable, nervous giggles from his prey.

Any starving wolf would be far too weak to resist sinking their teeth into her throat. He’s no exception.

Kisses like fire wherever he goes, her skin on fire, everything on fire. Chest, brain, guts, lower, more intimate, the swirl of his tongue and suck of his mouth.

He’s on the pad of her fingers, lapping happily and biting the insides of her wrists, hands walking down her sides into places that make her writhe.

Reluctance to have his mouth on her is long gone, because she needs him. Needs that sloppy wet lick on her clit instead of her elbow crease.

He props himself on one arm, kisses her sensitive nipples, then replaces his lips with his thumb and proves he can have more effect on her without even touching her. Because he sucks the digit into his mouth, obscene and plopping, wetting it up for no reason other than to make her whole being clench and falter, and presses it against her already wet enough cunt.

Oh no, she cannot watch that little grin spread while he sinks into slick velvet folds and finds her nerve rich pearl.

She pulses around him, whine high and tight in her throat as his index finger traverses the soft gap between her clit and her entrance. He’s attentive, touching and flicking and pinching the way she likes, rubbing languid circles over her tight opening until it’s attempting to swallow him up.

“John.” Her voice threads with a little madness, frustration so apparent on both sets of puffy, swollen lips.

“I know, baby, I’m gonna make you cum,” he assures, resisting the suck of her little cunt. “Ask me nice.”

It’s not hard to beg him when she’s so pent up she could die. “John, will you make me come, please?”

So polite, just like her hole when it invites his finger in. Her gspot is easy to find, all swollen and popping and begging - helpless little sponge that’s going to be her unraveling. He works over it gently, letting her tremble on the wandering callous, then hooks his finger on the back and curls. Soft, kneading, working at it like a sore muscle, building a bright white warmth that floods every inch of her.

“Oh, fuck,” she says. He kisses the tears off the fat of her breasts.

“You’ve been neglecting this,” he admonishes, rubbing, smiling.

She nods, uhhuh, sticky cries drowning out the squelch of a happy pussy.

“Need you to tell me how that feels, honey.”

She tries to say, “good.”

“You want my cock and can’t even take my fingers?” He tsks. “Silly girl.”

Too soon she’s ready to convulse on his hand, and she tells him this, almost too late, struggling to get anything out of her mouth besides lewd sobs.

“Cum for me, my love,” he whispers, right on her throat, not thinking about the weight of those words - not consciously, anyway.

Luckily, she’s too busy to care right now.

Oh. They should have put a towel down.

She’s coming, moaning loud enough for the neighbors to use as an alarm clock, she’s… crying? Whimpering - fat beads of salt and bitten off mewls.

“Why?” He asks, kissing and tasting her tears. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” she chokes.

“Tell me,” he insists, persistent and soft, rubbing down her hair and back, holding a little too tight. He untucks his fingers from her carefully.

“Because I am scared.”

“I’m telling you, be afraid if you want to be afraid of me. Feel what you feel. It’s okay.”

“But you don’t really want me to be afraid of you..”

“Maybe at first, but not now. Every emotion you feel, I want it. Every thought you have, whether it be that I’m a monster or a hero - I don’t give a damn - I want it. Because, no matter what you think of me, I’ll still want you just as bad.”

“John-“

“Be afraid, it won’t change the way I feel about you.” He cups her cheeks, kisses her head. “It won’t change.” His eyes are leaden anchors to her tiny tugboat heart.

She grasps his wrists, leans in to kiss his palms, the pad of his thumb.

He presses her back against the sheets, rests his head against her own, and lets her mouth make its way over each tip of his fingers.

“I hate myself,” she tells him.

“Tell me why,” he asks, palm smoothing her chest.

“Because I’m not afraid for other people’s lives, anymore. This entire time, I’ve been selfish and awful. I’m afraid for me.”

He nods. “That’s okay, honey, told you that was okay.”

“But I’m not afraid of you, John.”

His brows furrow.

“I’m afraid you’re going to leave me. It’s all I can think about.” Embarrassment turns her eyes away.

He almost grins. “That is a ridiculous fear.”

She stops, her voice muffled by his ring finger. “And why is that?”

“You should be more afraid of the opposite,” he tells her, casting shudders through her skin with that dropped tone at her hairline.

“Of you not leaving me?” She asks, trying to breathe while he circles his fingers around her nipples.

“Of you ever leaving me.” He nips at her ear, rolls his tongue down the side of her neck. “And then me finding you. Because I will, sweet girl, I will find you.” Her hands latch onto his hair while he kisses over the tops of her breasts, flays her open, sucks more bruises into her as if she hasn’t had enough already.

“And when I find you,” he whispers against her shoulder, “I will lock you up and keep you all to myself, and there will be nowhere to run, and no one to save you from me.”

“Oh,” she says, although it comes out more like a strangled little ah, and then another, soft and desperate,

“Ah, ah.”

When he finds her now shy clit and forces it to re-socialize with his fingers.

“Let me taste this,” he demands, trekking over engorged, slippery places. “I’m gonna fucking die if I don’t taste your pussy.”

“Just go slow,” she asks.

He’s more than happy to oblige.

By the time he’s done kissing and licking every inch of her upper body, tormenting already sore skin, she’s a fucking mess again, pleading for something, anything. Always begging for him, needing more, desperate and whiny and he loves it.

His mouth, her thighs, back of her knees, making her twitch and moan, down each calf again, and fuck this man, fuck his sly grin, fuck his greedy lips kissing her heels, the tops of her feet, then her curling toes.

And has she ever been too turned on to be ticklish?

She has now.

“C‘Mon, John,” she says, and gets a big bite on the fat of her inner thigh as reward.

He’s beginning to realize that he really does like her bruised rather than not.

He huffs a laugh onto the fuzzy mound of her cunt, makes her hips come off the bed before he quiets them back down. Kisses each crease where plump, more delicate flesh meets strong, tensing thigh.

In here, the warm hallmark movie between her thighs where everything is sweet and right and good, he settles and kisses.

“John please-“

“Don’t even know what you’re begging for,” he muses, teasing the twitching, silk folds protecting her clit.

She grabs his hair and pushes his face into her cunt. He obliges, delighted by this, nose nuzzling her clit.

The vague thought of smothering him makes her loosen up a little, that and the fact he’s licking at her entrance, swallowing her cum, and it’s way too much all at once.

Dying drowned in her pussy would be a preferable and honorable end.

He grabs her hands, kisses her palms, runs his tongue over the lined tissues and makes her glare and snarl. He clicks at her, easy little beast, placing both hands at her sides. “Gonna tell me what feels good?” He asks, knuckles spreading her open.

“Yeah,” she whines, eyes teary and beautiful.

His cock makes a vehement, demanding request, threatening carefully crafted patience and virtue. But, maybe he wants to keep her like this forever and edge them both so much that that’s all they can think about - fucking and tasting and touching eachother.

She wouldn’t run away, then.

“Brace yourself,” he tells her, cuddling his face into her cunt.

This clit has been pampered and sheltered and spoiled its entire life. It gets whatever it wants. Never pestered too much, never daring to ask for more orgasms than one. Snuggly in its home, getting ready to retire, peeping out to look as if his mouth is some terrifying, alluring beast. Never pushed beyond its limits, safe and comfortable. It has a rude awakening.

Too much pressure on the head makes her clamp around him hard enough that he’s worried she might actually bust a blood vessel.

He quiets her, patting and rubbing her stomach, sloppy wet kisses to the top of her slit.

“You’re so sensitive,” he says, like he’s trying to think of a solution rather than tease her about it.

She fists the sheets hard enough to make her wrists pop. “Sorry.”

John laughs. He can’t help it. He kisses her clit, warms it with his breath, fingers coaxing at her spasming opening to get her distracted enough that he can carefully lick off to the side she prefers.

He tries a different finger inside, fucking into her with a gentle rhythm. Then, squeezes another against it. She feels so full with two stocky digits that she’s wondering how exactly she is going to take the beast between his legs.

Nice and slow, balls of warmth popping one by one inside of her, up her spine, through her bowed shoulders, inside her mushy brain. Her shy little clit comes around, asking for more attention, greedy and blushing and cuddling up to his tongue.

He cages her in his lips, sucks, just a little, and gently pushes her hips back down when they cant off the bed.

“Easy,” he murmurs, lapping up her slick, spitting globs of it back. Bed’s already ruined, might as well be sloppy.

He’s so, so gentle. Slurping and spitting and groaning and swallowing until he matches the sweet decibel of her cries.

He trades mouth and hand, burying his face deeper into her to tongue fuck the gooey, clenching hole - use the tip to greet her gspot while his fingers work her clit.

He comes up for air, wiping at his face and licking the cum off his lips. She whines, clit pulsing, whoring itself out on behalf of her empty hole. Once a spoiled homebody, now a desperate slut.

“You like that, huh?” He kisses her tummy.

She nods, clumsy hands trying to subtly pull him back in.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckles, “I get it.”

That’s how she comes, with his hand palming her clit and tongue flicking inside. He greedily laps her up, reluctant to waste even a dribble.

“You want another one?” He cleans her inner thighs with his mouth, lets her hold and guide his heavy head so he doesn’t tongue too rough

“I don’t think I can,” she admits, knees drooping inward.

“You can.” A kiss to her clit and she’s snapping her thighs shut. He flicks them open again.

“Sensitive,” she says. “Remember?”

If he wanted to, he could hold her down and have his fill. It’s tempting.

“John.” She clears her throat.

“Mmm?”

“You’re doing that thing with your face that makes me think you’re gonna do something bad.”

He sighs - yeah, far too readable in the company of this woman.

“I am thinking of doing something bad.” The corner of his mouth perks.

“Can we just take a break?”

It’s a battle of wills - her versus her delectable taste - and the latter is going to win if he doesn’t get his senses away from her pretty cunt soon.

But it’s not enough - it will never be enough. Not even if he spends the rest of his life buried between her plump, beautiful thighs.

She tries something else, burning hot from embarrassment. “I wanted to save some.” She feels really stupid and naive for saying so.

“You want to save some.. orgasms?” He cocks his head, lays his cheek on her soft belly, careful with the rough scruff on his face.

“I guess, yeah, that’s what I mean.”

He blinks at her. She’s far too intelligent not to know a woman can climax continuously. He kisses her skin. “I don’t understand.”

“Well,” she says, fingers on his scalp. She’s really starting to develop an unhealthy fascination with his thick, dark, Angel hair. “I was hoping we could have actual sex - not that this isn’t actual sex, and not that it’s not wonderful. Not that I’m ungrateful -“

He stops her there. “Ungrateful?” The word rolls odd in his mouth. “You think I’m doing you a favor? That I’m eating you out as a courtesy?” He’s frowning.

“Um,” she tries, struggling to make him less frustrated. But also so confused by the frustration itself.

“You know there are men - people - that like licking pussy, right?” Some little nagging fly at the back of his brain is telling him that she hasn’t had great experiences with this conversation in other relationships. That she thinks she’s unworthy of this treatment. That someone - multiple someone’s - made her feel inferior and undeserving and he’s a hungry, raging wildfire again. Jaw ticking, eyes narrowing, struggling to control his rage.

“I did know, but I just thought that no one -“

“Why?”

“I don’t know, John, life. People.” She looks away from him, hiding her face from his wrath. “I let it get to me. I’m not as strong as you. Not everyone likes bigger women.”

Is that what this world has reduced her to? Is that the way she sees herself? Unworthy because of something as ridiculous as the size and shape of her body? Is this what it comes down to? The rest of him might be seething, but his chest aches. He reaches up to cradle her face. “Honey..” But what can he say? What undoes years of abuse? Something that would be more effective than talking, surely: burning the world down around her and proving that she’s the only beautiful thing left. That she is the center, the focal point of this universe, and should be heralded by every god of every religion. She is the goodness in this wretched place, the light that warms the dying earth. And she thinks that she’s unworthy because she has fat?

Someone will pay for this. Someone will bleed for this.

Her eyes close against the soothing rumble of his voice, and she takes a shaky breath to avoid weeping. Her cheeks are already so, so sore.

John moves so that he’s holding her again, arms wrapped around her waist, chin on top of her head, thighs supporting her lower half. He doesn’t know what the fuck to say to make this better. He wants to call Winston and make him say something to make this better. He wants to be Winston - which is such a ridiculous thought - so that he can have the right words to settle her soul.

“When I was younger,” he tells her, trying anyway, rubbing little circles on her tummy, “I was reckless. I thought that things like sex, drugs, and money could satisfy me. I wanted to find comfort where other people in my cohort seemed to find it. I was so empty and numb that immersing myself in any distraction was preferable.”

“Did it help?”

“It never does. Not for me, and not for anyone I know.”

“You did drugs?” She tries to imagine that and fails.

“Yeah. Lots of them. You get off a job, you go to a brothel, you eat cocaine for breakfast, wash it down with a bottle.”

“That kinda rhymed.”

“Dr. Seuss, watch your back.”

She giggles.

“I’ve slept with all kinds of different people.”

“Men?”

“Almost.”

He can tell she wants to hear that story, but he’ll save it for another time. “And I learned quickly if I wasn’t emotionally attracted to that person, I was inept.”

“Unable to perform?” She starts playing with his fingers.

“Uh-huh. So, instead of going through the trouble, I learned how to give head. Back alleys, broom closets, ratty blankets under desert skies, you get the gist.” He repositions her so he can kiss her ear and neck.

Under desert skies sounds appealing. He’s silent for a minute, so she has to say something because it’s too good to pass up. “You know you’re one of those perfect, dream guys, right John?” She rolls her eyes, not being sarcastic even the slightest bit.

He laughs and digs his fingers into her sides to stop her talking, pulling her back as she tries to claw away.

“Stop it,” he tells her, kissing her temple. “I loved doing it. I still love doing it. The sound of music? Familiar?”

She nods. “A few of my favorite things?”

“Yeah, if I had to sing mine, I’d be kicked out of the production and charged with sexual harassment.”

He makes her laugh that beautiful, melodic laugh, and feels way too proud about it.

“The moral of my story is that you’re getting eaten up as often as I can manage, baby. So, you better get used to my tongue.”

She tries to shyly bury her head into the pillow, but he brings her back with a persistent hand on her chin. “Wait, so does that mean you don’t like me - emotionally? That you can’t have sex with me?”

He’s about to gulp her earlobe into his mouth, but stops. And here he was thinking he was getting better at this talking thing. He huffs. “Did you have my cock in your pretty mouth?”

“Uh, yeah.” She squirms, suddenly not hating the idea of him between her legs again.

“Was I soft?”

“No.” Definitely not .

He hums and flicks her ear with his tongue.

“So, can we have sex?” She tries, voice faltering.

“I want that to be under different circumstances.”

“Like what?”

“Something special. A surprise.”

His penchant for romance gets her flushing harder than his mouth. “When?” She asks quietly, impatiently. “Why?”

“I’m a ceremonial person,” he says simply.

“I’m not. I don’t need ceremony or anything like that, John, I’m fine with doing this right now.” She tries to press into him, but he puts his hand on her lower back and stalls her.

“Is this all because of what I said about emotional attraction?”

She groans in frustration, wiggles around, fights his heavy limbs, manages to turn and face him. “No, John.” She looks up into his pretty eyes. “It’s because I’ve wanted you inside me since the first night we met.”

He barely has time to register what he himself is doing, so it must be a big surprise for her when he slams their hips together and she feels his cock pressing up against her naked cunt. It hurts a little bit, but that’s okay because the only thing separating his beautiful girth from where she wants it is the flaps of a robe. She grinds into him, but he stills her with a little grunt.

“You know,” he smiles, nuzzling her nose while his cock mimics the motion into the crease of her pussy. “You seem so innocent, but you’re a little siren, hm?”

He’s going to give in, he already knows it. That weekend getaway he was to start planning is going to have to happen without the sentiment of first love making. How can he resist her, though? With her half lidded eyes peeking at him beneath fluttering lashes, that little opening of her mouth, the way she feels so soft and soaked - he’s been wrong about something; it doesn’t matter if there are other gods, because she is the only one he wants to worship.

“Only for you, John,” she breathes, arching her back and plopping her tits out and tugging his robe open. “Only for you.”

She makes it so he’s under her, climbs into his lap and watches his jaw clank, hands fist the bed sheets, nose flare. She fits herself over his cock, grinding the bulky soft head on her clit, smiling at him like he’s the center of her world.

That leaking ego she’s growing shows a little.

“I don’t know if you know this,” she says, “but you are beautiful.”

His hands come off the bed to grab at her, flip her over and shove himself inside, but he stops himself. Somehow.

She flinches a little, bites her lip and watches his hands drop to the bed again. “Am I frustrating you, Johnny?”

Oh, now she’s just pushing her fucking luck.

He levels a mean grin at her. “Yes. You are.”

There’s a threat in there somewhere. It sends a prickly thrill across her shoulders. “Payback.”

He moves his hands again, quick, making her flinch away and screech, grabbing her wrists softly and laying them on his chest.

“Why are you evil?” She asks, voice choked up with the new found pressure on all her sensitive bits.

“Thought I was your hero,” he retorts, voice only a little more controlled than her own.

“Semantics.”

He chuckles.

“Okay, I’m gonna -“ she puts her hand between them, grips him, positions so that he’s right at her entrance. “I’m gonna do this.”

“You’ve got this,” he assures, trying not to move his hips, using every cell in his body to focus on not hurting her.

“I’m just gonna-“ she pushes, little opening swallowing the very round top.

“Yeah, I’m here for you,” he nods, grits his teeth, “proud. That’s it, fucking beautiful.”

He makes her laugh, push a little further onto him, suck him up inside just tiny bits at a time. “Oh, that’s a lot.” Leans down, stalls, adjusts. “That’s a lot.”

He brings his hand up to cradle her face. “You’re doing such a good job, baby.”

She sinks deeper and they both stop breathing, hanging on to the other for dear life.

Someone knocks on the door.

“Fucking Christ. What?!”

She’s never seen him lose his temper quite like this, and all while he’s halfway into splitting her apart.

“John.” It’s Marcus. “Maria put the hit out.”

He looks like he doesn’t believe any word of that.

“Who’s Maria?” She asks.

He answers Marcus first, “check again.” He’s softer for her. “Owner of the El Paso Continental.”

“It was her, John.”

“I’ll just talk to her myself.”

“You can’t.” A hollow wooden sound like he’s lightly hitting the door.

“I can.”

“No, you can’t, because she’s dead.”

// art cred: Sakura

[callofloony]

Puppy dog. (Ghost x gn!reader oneshot)

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Tags: Fluff, fluff, all the fluff, small misunderstandings, angst and insecurity too? Maybe?? Ghosts insecurity. As a treat !! Clingy Ghost, no use of y/n.

A/N: Ouyghhu im havin thoughts,, i meant for this to just be a drabble but my brain said “ha! fuck you!!!” so im gonna write abt it, ty 💞💞

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You throw your jacket over your shoulder with a slight sigh, stretching your arms for a moment before grabbing your bag. You needed to go to the store for a bit to grab some things for dinner, it was supposed to be a quick trip, so you didn’t think to tell anyone, not even your boyfriend. Simon.

“Love, what are you doing?” He asked from atop the stairs, he’d been in the shower, and you were going to send him a text when you got in the car. You didn’t even realize he’d gotten out. You flash him a smile, continuing to throw your clothes on.

“I’m heading out in a minute, need some stuff for dinner,” You replied a moment after, grabbing your keys right after. “Did you need something?”

Simon pauses for a moment, his hair was still damp, and he had minimal clothing on, just some pajama shorts he’d thrown on after showering. He hadn’t intended on going out after, but…

“…Can I come with?” He questioned simply while walking down the stairs to meet you, head tilted, and eyes big like a dog. The same eyes you’d fallen for long ago.

These words shocked you a little, you knew Simon didn’t generally like going out much, he’d run errands and go out for missions, but he preferred staying home and being with you, if he had the choice. So to hear he wanted to come with you, even for something as simple as this? It made you smile.

“Alright, puppy… Go get dressed,” You replied teasingly, making him blush a bit, corners of his mouth twitching into a faint smile as he held back a soft laugh.

“Could’ve just said yes…” He stated with faux annoyance, turning around to head back upstairs and throw on some clothes. His response made you smile a little wider.

People always thought you had scary dog privileges, like Simon was your body guard you hired off the military because of his steely gaze, and multitude of scars.

In actuality, you had loyal puppy privileges. Where Simon would cling, and follow you around everywhere, no matter where you two were going. It was his way of making sure you weren’t going to leave, and never come back. Of course, he still gave you personal space, but he didn’t want to lose you, never.

A few minutes later, he comes back down stairs dressed back up, a fabric mask on his face, some jeans, and his signature hoodie. It was a little chilly after all.

You smile and gently grab his hand, caressing his knuckles with your thumb for a moment before taking the two of you to the car. You drive, for obvious reasons… But you didn’t mind having him as passenger princess. This was just one of the ways you got to spoil him even when he refused.

You both make it to the store, and you two hop out of the car, making your way inside of the store with Simon trailing a bit behind you. But your hands never lose one another’s grip. The sight is a bit of a spectacle, but no one dared say anything, especially as your hands were linked together.

You’ve been shopping for about ten minutes now, you only have a few more items you need to grab, so you both decide to split up to make it go easier, your fingers falling away from one another as you both walk off, and that’s when people start to turn heads.

You head into another isle, looking for the vegetables you were supposed to grab, when Simon turns the corner and spots you, and decides to trail behind you, wanting to sneak up and startle you. He doesn’t get that far though.

Someone looks at the two of you concerned and taps your shoulder, Simon is confused but doesn’t say anything, hoping he can still fulfill his plan of spooking you a little.

“Uhm, excuse me? Is this guy bothering you?” The stranger asked in a whisper, gesturing to Simon with a stern and worried look on their face, making you turn your head in worry, only to find your boyfriend staring back at you.

He groans heavily in slight annoyance, making you chuckle, the stranger looks confused before you grab his hand and kiss his forehead, making it very clear what his intentions were now, a faint blush spreading on his cheeks.

“I appreciate it, but he’s my boyfriend,” You replied, making the stranger blush in embarrassment before mumbling an apology and walking away. You both paid for your items and left, giggling about the interaction on the way home.

“It’s sweet they were worried,” He started, letting out soft chuckles while replaying the interaction in his head. “But did they not see us holding hands before?”

“I know, right?” You replied while pulling into your shared driveway, you found a bit of comfort knowing that stranger was willing to help, but you also found it a little ridiculous after finding out it was just your sweet puppy boyfriend, who’d never lay a finger on you.

“The nerve,” Simon continued in a joking tone, grabbing your hand and swiftly pulling down his mask to place a gentle kiss to your lips, giggling through it. “How dare they.”

You giggled with him and started unloading the groceries, he never left your side throughout the whole process, even as you two were cooking. Laughing and joking around with one another. He was always so loving…

No wonder why he was your puppy.

A/N: Babies babies. BABIESSS 💞💞 AUYGAHH I LOVE THIS MAN. I LOVE SOFT GHOST :[[[ hope you enjoyedddd sorry if the ending was a little anti climactic, im starting to run out of writers juice aaaa >:[[ but still !! Not my worst performance! BYE BYE

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

could we see some romantic yandere Scott summers x reader. I have been obsessed with the x-men lately and I need more content

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒…

!!! Controlling behaviors, mentions of PDA, slightest bit of possessiveness, Scott doesn’t believe in boundaries, scary Scott, manipulation, delusions, mentions of murder.

Oooooooh, this one got me to think a little. I honestly haven’t written a purely romantic yandere in a while, so let’s see what we’re dealing with.

First off, forget about personal space. That doesn’t exist when you’ve capture the affection of a man like Scott. Expect there to always be an arm around your shoulders or waste, a hand on your back or thigh, and a shit ton of kisses. He’s not afraid of PDA, so be prepared to be absolutely disgusting to everyone around you. It’s more cuz he can’t fight the urge to touch you than to show that you’re his, but he’d be lying if that last part wasn’t a bonus.

If it was up to him, you’d be wearing his clothes 24/7. You just look so cute in his shirts and jackets, not to mention your scent being left behind on everything, too. He absolutely steals your dirty clothes just to smell them. Especially on the off chance you’re on a mission without him. It’s like he has withdrawal symptoms when you’re away, so expect him to practically attack you as soon as you’re back. Will kiss and cuddle for hours on end, don’t you dare test him.

Absolutely controls everything about your life. What you eat, what you wear, who you hang out with, what you can and can’t do... if it’s within his power, he’s taking over. He sometimes acts more like your parole officer than your lover, literally acting like you broke the law if you cross him. And honestly, in his book, you have; what he wants is basically the law. How can you do this to him, huh?!

Oh my god, please don’t keep secrets from him. Not only does he always find out, but he is absolutely terrifying when he’s pissed. You may find yourself fearing for your personal safety when you get into fights, with how he yells or roughly grabs you by the arm. Don’t worry, though. The last thing Scott wants to do is hurt you… unless if it’s absolutely necessary, but you’d have to really fuck up for it to come to that. Once he’s calmed down, he’s back to the docile cuddly Scott that’s way less scary. He also has this weird “it’s my fault that it’s your fault mentality,” which basically means that every argument is your fault, but he blames himself for not properly conditioning you to follow his every command, so part of it is still his fault, too.

A big part of Scott’s delusions surrounding you is that you’re the picture perfect couple. He’s always wanted to live the picket fence life and is a big lover boy at heart, which is why he likes to do romantic gestures like buying you flowers, picnic dates, candlelit dinners, murder, leaving little notes around the mansion for you to find… wait a minute. One of those is not like the others. Oh, yeah! Scott would totally kill for you if needed. It runs counter to the morals of the X-Men, sure, and in any normal circumstance, killing is a no-go. But he prioritizes you over anything and everything else, so if there’s even an inkling of a threat to your safety, he’s going in with fists clenched and visor blazing.

Two of the biggest advantages of having yandere Scott as your lover is that he’ll do whatever you want (as long as it fits within the parameters of his rules) and you’ll forever have scary dog privileges. While you might not have a lot of personal freedom, there are some loopholes to getting your way. You just gotta shower him in your affection and talk sweetly enough. Compromises will probably have to be made, but it’s better than nothing.

[yomiurinikei]

RYUTARO MAKI!!

okay so i think the reason why asks vanish is bc tumblr won’t load them for me past a certain #. what i get for having unanswered asks ig….

-fucking Sucks at fps games. really good at defense/strategy which he tries to play off as even better and cooler, but. he’s not winning this social battle. lmao get pwned

•^i think kiyoka once teased him and tried to offer to “show him how it’s done”… just to get her ass beat too. it’s calibrated weird!!!

•that said tho i think his soccer interest started getting Serious when his parents bought him FIFA as a preteen. as of the tragedy starting he’d been Deep into football for nearly two years

•knew the Most of Anyone he knew, about Any team. was most fascinated by players and their personal histories, ie when they started playing, etc.

•i think the maki family moved abt a year prior to the tragedy, ryutaro was doing Well socially but he didn’t have a history with any of his friends at the time

•first went ! abt mitch because he’s from a town near where the makis originally lived

•that isn’t all to ryutaros love of mitch though, he genuinely just. Likes him. he’s a Great player. i’m not getting flashbacks to 6.5 intro where we have to hear ryutaro yap. my eye is Not twitching. don’t look at me

•non despair au, has Nooo clue what he wants to do as an adult. i think he spends a while in internship/entry level Hell because he’s so flighty w where he is, what he’s doing, etc. just takes the first job he gets hired at that Works

•did you guys know there’s a difference between an allergy and an oral allergic sensitivity? it’s easier to exposure therapy away an oas…

•ryutaro had issues with a Bunch of fruits, so he exposure therapy’d himself into being able to have them. 

•it was seriously a Lot. he eats fruit salad more often than most because he’s paranoid about redeveloping his sensitivities 

•likes a Lot of different types of music, but like ->

•is So embarrassed abt some of it that half of what he listens to, he listens to via youtube dot com, on a private browser. 

•was sort of clingy to kiyoka as a kid? which she was ^^;; about because she wanted to go play with Her friends. ryutaro got teased for this a bit when he started school

•in general, tended to kinda teeter on the line between liked and disliked? was often in the Background of a friend group. kid who got invited to birthday parties unless the space was limited

•does Really bad living on his own. in canon this is because it was him and his parents post tragedy, not knowing for Sure what happened to kiyoka, for so long. 

•it was scary being somewhere by himself, he hates to admit it but he struggled a lot not being able to walk down the hall to check on his parents in the night. stayed w them for a while after they went to be closer to the foundation post 6.5

•started to live by himself after they expressed wanting to move back to their old home. didn’t want to tie them down… got his own place w/o really discussing it w them

•didn’t talk abt Any of this with Anyone, but did ask minako for help finding an apartment, and i think she talked w his parents casually, as fellow class 79 parents

•…she found a place for him in the same community as she lives in. they never discussed it, and ryutaro doesn’t even know Confidently if it was smthn intentional on her part… but it’s easily the thing she’s done for him that means the Most

•likes the dark in Theory but gets stressed easily. in general, just doesn’t like being alone? he’d like to wander around at night more but doesn’t have anyone to walk with

•tried to work out more post 6.5, both to keep up with the rest of the foundation, and because of how Stressed he was for midori during 6.5. i think he’s p good abt consistency, and his mental health doesn’t explode, but it’s just not Fun for him. not a hobby. he is proud of his progress tho

•also a big fan of dogs, but they’re less of a novelty to him than they are to midori. likes bigger breeds. 

•Geeeenuinely thought kiyokas invite to hpa was a prank. laughed @ her to himself then got stressed for a minute when it was clear she was Really “falling for it”. out of everyone in the family, he was the one who got the most light headed when they confirmed authenticity. 

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

I completely agree with you about the casting for Abby. She'd be perfect for flashback and young Abby. Nothing against the actress, but Naughty Dog could have done better.

Every single day I have to swallow down opinions about HBO's The Last of Us because I am tired and don't have the mental energy to organize a full length essay explaining what a horrible adaptation (and independent show aside from being an adaption) the fucking thing was.

Like - the characters clothes all looking brand new even though they're supposed to be in a 20 year long apocalypse, the endless product placement taking up space where sweet character building moments were, Joel's entire character arc being fucked to the point where he is cold and rejecting toward Ellie more than halfway through the story (and for more than half the story, it seems like they don't even like each other because they missed so many key moments), casually adding in the theme of disability euthanasia, the seasons being way tf off even though seasons is a central important theme of the game, them adding physical conflicts between Ellie and Joel when he never used physical violence as a way to communicate with her in the game (ever), Joel trauma dumping on Ellie that he failed at killing himself and she's basically the reason he's 'okay' now (when in the game, she had to beg and pry to get him to open up about himself. big yikes).

The show is a whole ass dumpster fire.

But yeah - she is not a good choice for casting, and I really hope that they only intend her to be younger Abby in the flashbacks. Otherwise, idk what they're gonna do. Even something I forgot to mention in that original post - Abby and Lev's relationship is supposed to parallel Joel and Ellie's relationship from the first game. If Abby is very petite and very young looking, then the Abby and Lev dynamic will not have the same impact as it did in the game. It will not come off as an adult taking care of a child (as it is supposed to, as it's supposed to parallel Joel and Ellie) - it will come off as two young people struggling together, and it just won't work.

Especially because one of the most important moments is - Abby carrying Lev down the beach after Ellie unintentionally freed them from the Rattlers, and even if it's unspoken, it's very clear that Ellie sees herself and Joel in those moments - and that is why she targets Lev in order to provoke Abby into a fight. Because she knows that one of the only ways to provoke a tired, broken down, exhausted Joel into a fight would have been someone threatening her life. And if Abby is some tiny, petite little girl instead of her usual towering self - those moments will not have the same impact. At All.

Anyway - people who like the show probably haven't had any proper contact with the games to know how good they are, or they are just thirsting over Pedro Pascal. idk. season two is bound to be a dumpster fire as well

also, okay - with the casting for Abby, I feel like somebody has to talk about Abby vs conventional attractiveness. because when TLOU2 first came out, there was the endless flood of 'Abby is a man' comments about her muscles, and I feel like the producers of the show are just downright cowards for not casting someone thick and muscled to play Abby in the show because it is an important part of her character, and because - it's giving in to all the backlash about her looks from the game.

casting someone petite and thin - someone who is very conventionally attractive - is a very cowardly move. because Abby is not supposed to be a conventionally attractive woman. she is supposed to be a brute, scary woman with a surprising soft side. (and I know, the lesbians are gonna be flooding my comments being like "I think Abby is attractive!!" but I am talking about attractiveness in terms of typical Hollywood casting.) it is just stupid not to cast her accurately to avoid backlash or because you think the character suddenly needs a makeover according to Reddit fanboys

like wtf

[sorcerous-caress]

I’m a lesbian (tho gender is a bit Complicated so idk if I should call myself that) but I do love the idea of Minthara x male drow reader because the Forgotten Realms wiki describes a “functional” romantic relationship between a female and male drow as “a spoiled brat and her well trained, obedient dog” and this is fiction so 😌

Also the idea of him leaving the Underdark with practically an army at his back to find her, he’s scary and ruthless and commanding, but the second he finds her he’s just like “yes ma’am, whatever you need ma’am”

Anon we should trade braincells because this idea is fucking gold.

Drow Male Reader, who was just for her during her days in the underdark. Like any other servant Male in the Baerne house, battle runs through his blood, he was shaped by war.

Who Minthara claimed you as her prize from her first ever successful surface raid. Her red eyes landed on your figure between all of the other males and announcing to the matron of the house that she wanted ownership over you.

She was ruthless, never allowing you to show even a hint of weakness. Breaking and reforging you into the strong capable warrior that you are today. You were hers fully in body and mind, even after a full day of brutal training, she'd still expects you to be laying ready for her on her bed each night.

You've known her body more than she has, given her pleasure more than she thought was possible. You've made it your sole purpose to memorise and trace every curve and mole on her painting of a body.

Part of the reason she kept around for so long was because she could see clearly how determined and willing you were to serve her. While other princess switched males every other month like toys, Minthara has always made it clear that you were off limit. That you belonged to her.

You've never betrayed her, even with the pathetic attempt of the uprising happened you still stood by her side. Watching the other males be cursed into driders without even a hint of sympathy for them, to you they deserved a worse fate for even thinking they could lay a finger on your mistress.

So imagine when in one of her raids, a one she refused to take you on, saying how it would be a matter of a couple days at most before her return, she never comes back.

You're restless, barely even acknowledging your own statues as you march into the matron hall and voice your concerns for Minthara. Ready for whatever punishment your disrespect will ensure if it meant you get your lover back.

Somehow, through various methods of blackmail, backstabbing and even begging or seducing, you accumulate a big enough army to march it into moonrise towers. Having sniffed information from some half-orcs your intel kidnapped and tortured.

Not even the shadowcurse deters you from moving forward, even when half of your army dies or flees in cowardness.

Fate has it that you manage to infiltrate the tower and be at the perfect spot to be able to view her argument with Ketheric. That fucking male faerie who dared to sit down on a throne whole your Mistress stood. That sorry excuse of a walking corpse that dared to threaten her life and make her argue for it.

Immediately after it ends, you signal for your remaining army to march into the tower. Hundreds of drow warriors emerging from the Shadows as they clash with the absolute followers.

You don't care for them or their lives, your main objective is to get to your Mistress and get her to safety.

In the aftermath, when it ends, when it's just the two of you in a far away camp safe from the shadowcurse. You kneel against her legs as you offer your apologies for taking so long, she pats your head, spreading her legs to make space for you.

And like any loyal dog you immediately obey and sit on the floor between them, your head on her thigh as she holds your face with her hand.

An unspoken trust between the two of you.

[squidinkedcreative]

more izzy hands brainrot brought to u by my mutual lmao

izzy has gender feels after doing drag for the first time. he enjoys feeling pretty and sparkly and being the star of the show(for a short period of time), he finally rejects the toxic masculinity hes been unwillingly embracing for all these years because letting go of it meant facing the unknown, and thats too scary for him at first. but after ed rejoins the crew and everyones getting along more, he probably ropes archie and/or jim into a talk(while hes a little inebriated tbh) and he opens up to them about his feelings because hes seen all of them together and they look so happy and… functional??? and he feels so lost sometimes, but archie validates his queer feelings and jim talks with him about identifying outside the binary even if you still go along with it sometimes for whatever reason you have. i bet he feels like hes lost because hes lost touch with himself over the years of being a pirate, then being Blackbeard’s First Mate and having to shove it down for the sake of reputation. jim and archie and hell, olu too, all have felt that before— shoving your true self down where the sun doesnt shine for the sake of other people, ignoring it’s screaming to get out until it kills you or until something big enough happens to make you stop wanting to shove it down for the sake of other people. i bet izzy’s catalyst event was getting his leg amputated and having to take care of ed’s crew while he flew off the rails in break-up mode. and then wee john doing his makeup and his hair just made him connect the dots. he feels like he finally has the safe space to think about who is Israel Hands outside of blackbeard, and jim is the first gnc person he’s ever met so it makes sense izzy would want to talk to them about it.

all of that leads into him talking to them about “how the fuck does your relationship work?? and so well, at that???” in regards to his trio vs their polycule that seems to keep growing. they tell him it just takes patience and communication and letting yourself explore and feel things, and it takes time to adjust to listening to your heart, but that its still possible even for an old dog like Izzy. he’d probably cry a little at some point in the talk because god, none of these feelings have ever seen the light of day even though theyve been there the entire time and its all so much, but he feels better after talking to them and has a clearer head on his shoulders after it. i feel like it gives the polycule a new perspective to izzy and why hes like this and they respect him a bit more after they talk.

[karliahs]

oversharing hour on tumblr.edu

man i know it is inescapable and obvious that your past experiences change you and your brain and your way of interacting with the world. and that big scary medical experiences that last for weeks/months are gonna leave someone with a lot of new anxieties around health

but it does suck to keep noticing all these ways that i am just different now. probably near phobia-level fear about vomiting. a new fear of contamination around food/things i put into my body. profound mistrust of doctors. new awareness and terror of this space beyond medicine where it feels like no one can or wants to help you. this difficult to shut down voice that says i need to obsessively record and monitor anything that could be a symptom or affect my health because i can't trust that my body will sort anything out on its own

and i get it and it all makes sense, and i'm working on it and have made objectively a lot of progress. i've had to make myself stop doing a few unhealthy coping mechanisms that gave me a sense of control but were ultimately just feeding more anxiety. writing down everything i eat was a big one, it took a long time to stop but i did and i'm better for it

i'm trying really hard and in a lot of ways i'm doing better than i ever thought i would be, but man sometimes i just need to be sad for a while. and admit that i just wish all of this had never happened, and that i didn't have to change. that it isn't fair and it feels like i was punished for just trying to feel better (it's a really long story but all this was kicked off by issues with antidepressants).

there's a reason that fucking picture of a dog in the ocean with text saying "it's going to be okay but it's going to be different) makes me cry. both parts of it. it really is much more okay than i thought it would be a few months ago. but it is different

[xenon-demon]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

tagged by @spicysix, thank you so very much!! <3

Are you named after anyone? uhhhhh my name is my grandmother's middle name but I don't think I was intentionally named after her? so no

When was the last time you cried? y'all are aware of the passage of time? /j WAIT NO IT WAS YESTERDAY. definitely yesterday.

Do you have kids? no I'm baby (22)

Do you use sarcasm a lot? yes. and then when the other person picks up on it and plays along I need to clarify they understood I was being sarcastic. I hate it here.

What sports do you play/have you played? I was suuuuuper into tennis in middle/high school but I haven't played since I graduated. also I fucking LOVE chess. fuck you we're counting chess as a sport because it counted for my big high school tournament thingy.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? People's hair tends to jump out at me, so I'd say that?? Unless they've got striking eyes, then it's that

What’s your eye color? Dark brown! I think it's kinda boring lmao but I've been told I have nice eyes so *shrugs*

Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings ALL THE WAY. I get too sad if something doesn't have at the very least a bittersweet/hopeful ending, and I'm cripplingly scared of the dark so the less horror content I have in my brain to imagine in dark spaces the better off I am.

Any special talents? see what are we defining as a special talent here?? I'm pretty good at memorising numbers I guess?

Where were you born? Adelaide, Australia

What are your hobbies? reading & writing, video games sometimes (mainly minecraft at the moment), D&D - those are the main ones.

Do you have pets? a little white dog called James <3 and I have joint custody of my bf's cat (I gave my Tabaxi PC in D&D her coat colouring lol)

How tall are you? 178 cm! Aka 5'9.5"

Favorite subject in school? CHEMISTRY (wow the girl who named her blog "xenon-demon" likes chemistry....... who'd a thunk.......)

Dream job? to quote lui, i too do not dream of labour. but if I had to pick, I would say a teacher :)

unsure who has and hasn't done this one so if you're tagged and you've done it already, take it as an "I always appreciate seeing your username in my notifs" lmao @sailors-ink @onirislanding @patchworkgargoyle @stobinesque @steves-strapcollection @scarcrossdlvrs @steventhusiast @delta-piscium @hellion-child