#i love kissing their foreheads too. and getting headbutted.

[valtsv]

idk if i sound like a freak for this but i love giving cats forehead scritches and feeling their skull through their fur beneath my fingers. it's a good texture and there's something so cute about how small and bony they are.

[bokutosbabe]

We've Already Done It In My Head ;)

( kissing with the haikyuu boys )

a / n — was listening to guilty as sin? by taylor swift and knew i had to write something for my boys

content — haikyuu! boys x GN! reader, some suggestive parts, some characters repeated,

synopsis — just kissing with the haikyuu boys <3

✿.｡. “ without ever touching his skin, ” .｡.✿

Always feels like the first time

they're always so giddy to give you a kiss, whether it be a small peck or a full make out session, they are always bouncing up and down in excitement. while they're always the most excited to kiss you, they're also so insanely clumsy about it too.

you couldn't keep count of how many times the two of you had clinked your teeth together, accidentally headbutted each other, and even accidentally bitten each others lips.

maybe it wasn't always the most picture perfect kiss, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

after all, people do say they wish they could experience their firsts again, and you get that anytime you're around them.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ HINATA SHOYO, shohei fukunaga, YAMAGUCHI TADASHI, asahi azumane, TOBIO KAGEYAMA

Always turns into a make-out session

if there was one thing that was 100% certain in your life, it was that you could never kiss them in a purely innocent way. you could be in a very - and i mean VERY - public place, and if you want to give them a small peck?

nope, it's turning into a whole pda session. sometimes you don't mind, but other times you're a little embarrassed because of their boldness.

even while you're at a big event, they have to have their hands on you at all times. "you look so good right now." ignore. "wanna kiss you so bad." ignore. "wanna go to the bathroom?" ignore, ignore, ig-freaking-nore!

if the two of you can get through the whole evening without a big display, maybe you'll reward him when you get home ;)

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ATSUMU MIYA, korai hoshiumi, BOKUTO KOTARO, hinata shoyo

Always ends up in you getting what you want

it's not nice to manipulate people, especially not by kissing them until they can't tell you no. your boyfriend was a meanie. nothing more and absolutely nothing less.

all you wanted was to watch a rom-com for your weekly movie night, but nooo, they wanted to watch some boring history retelling film. you weren't sure if they really wanted to watch it or if they were only putting it on to piss you off.

so, of course, what else were you supposed to do besides slide yourself onto their lap and start kissing them until you could slip the remote from their hands and into yours.

" i hate you." he grumbled as you switched from the boring documentary to one of your favorite rom-coms of all time.

" no, you love me. " "...sadly."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ KEI TSUKISHIMA, suna rintaro, OSAMU MIYA, TETSURO KUROO, yaku morisuke

Always gives the perfect kisses

they're literally a perfect specimen, it's really unfair.

you're sad? they're always there giving you small kisses on your head, forehead, and of course your lips. you're in the mood to just be hateful? he's there rubbing your back and kissing your temple while nodding along to your words.

there is no place in the world where they won't fit in perfectly.

and you're just lucky enough to be part of it.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ AKAASHI KEIJI, koshi sugawara, KITA SHINSUKE, toru oikawa, HAJIME IWAZUMI

✿.｡. “ how can i be guilty as sin ? ” .｡.✿

thanks for reading!!

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[faust-the-enjoyer]

Anonymous asked:

Accidental kiss with one of cod men of your choice, except when you try to pull away he pulls you down again to give you a proper and longer kiss 💋

Oops!

Tags/CWs: gn!reader, pre-established relationship, pre-established consent, use of pet names/terms of endearment, kissing.

Divider by: @/adornedwithlight

It's two in the morning, and you're out of bed for a midnight "snack", microwaving a small frozen pizza you bought from the convenience store, now you're sitting on the kitchen counter while waiting for it to finish heating in the microwave, your lover standing in between your legs, drinking a glass of water. "You ate my dinner leftovers.", you tell him, it didn't anger you at all, you actually stood in front of the fridge with your empty container a couple of minutes ago, chuckling to yourself as you saw the evidence of his crime. "Your food is my food love, we live under the same roof.", you squint your eyes at him, letting out a series of sounds that sound like what he said, mocking him. He sighs after taking the cup from his lips, putting it on the counter next to you, taking one of your hands and kissing your wrist, "When the pizza's done heating, could I have some too love?"

You roll your eyes and huff, "Fine, ok, but don't get upset if you don't find your lunch leftovers tomorrow, ok?", he gets his face closer to yours, taunting you with those sweet, sweet brown eyes of his, "Mhm, alright, I won't.". He gets a little closer but the microwave beeps, and you instinctively turn your head to the side to look at it, your lips roughly crashing onto his, foreheads hitting. You pull back and whimper a little as you rub your forehand with your fingers, "Sorr-", he doesn't care, not one bit, pulling you in for a real kiss this time, one where neither of you are headbutting like cats do, one where you melt a little when you feel his hand holding the back of your head firmly, that closeness and firmness that grounds you whenever you're too deep in his touch, in his kisses when they seem to be longer.

He pulls back, biting your lip gently and looking into your eyes, he finally lets go and sighs, looking at you tiredly as you smirk up at him, and you pulled him back into your chest, taking his hand this time, and kissing each knuckle tenderly, "Pizza's ready, do you wanna do the cutting?".

[lancermylove]

Drunk (HC)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Leaders x gn!Reader.

Warning: None

Prompt: They get drunk and try to kiss you. Assume all of them have reached the legal drinking age.

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Leona

You watched as he drunkenly stumbled over himself, trying to be suave and seductive. However, he looked like a drunk idiot tripping over his feet. His attempt to woo you ended with a sloppy kiss on your forehead before he slumped his body weight on you. With a squeal, you tried to hold him upright, but the two of you fell back on his bed.

You laughed softly and wrapped your arms around him. "What made you get drunk?"

"To tell ya...I love ya." He mumbled, burying his face in your chest. Drunk people speak the truth, right? So, it would be no different with Leona, right? For the rest of the night, you lay wide awake.

Malleus

Malleus would not stop talking, but you were enjoying his slurred rambling. Seeing the way you were looking at him, he felt his heart skip a beat. Was it your look or the amount of alcohol? The prince had no idea but leaned over the table, his movements somewhat erratic.

"(Y/n), you look enchanting," he said, his breath smelling of wine.

Malleus went to capture your lips but stumbled and fell flat on his face. You winced at the sight of his face meeting the wooden table with a thud. How were you going to explain Malleus' red face to Lilia, Silver, and Sebek? It wasn't like you could openly tell them the prince tried to kiss you.

Vil

Vil made his way to the bed with his arm stretched out. Earlier in the day, he had texted you that he was attending a party, but you had not expected him to return home drunk. Chuckling, you held your arms out, ready to embrace him. But instead of hugging you, Vil stumbled towards the tall bedpost and embraced it.

“Uh, Vil?” You chuckled. “I am right here.”

He blinked his eyes and narrowed them to focus on you before returning his gaze to the bedpost. The next moment, Vil started laughing. You watched him slump against the bedpost and laugh. Even after a few minutes, he didn’t stop. Though you had no idea what was so funny, you watched him with an amused smile.

Riddle

Riddle had been eyeing you all evening but didn't want to show you affection in front of his friends. Unbeknownst to him, some of the prankster friends added strong alcohol to his drink. In an hour, he was stumbling all over the place, his vision blurry and his mind unwilling to focus on anything.

But when he saw you sitting with a smile, he stumbled over to you with red cheeks and a goofy grin. Before he could lean in for a kiss, Riddle tripped over the leg of a nearby table and landed face-first in your chest. You stared down at him with wide eyes while Trey and Cater spit out their drinks.

You wondered if you should tell Riddle tomorrow that he had much fun nuzzling his face in your chest while commenting on how warm you felt and how calming your heartbeats were.

Kalim

Kalim stumbled over to you with his arms wide open and lips puckered. He had way too much alcohol and couldn't keep himself standing. The next moment, he fell to the ground, face-planting on the floor; instead of your mouth, Kalim's lips met the cold, hard ground.

You quickly covered your mouth and chuckled at the sight. If only you had your phone, you could have taken a video. A few seconds later, he looked up at you, his lips still puckered. Even in his drunken state, he hoped you would give him a kiss.

Azul

Azul got one too many drinks, and you wondered just how strong the alcohol was to make him this drunk. His motor skills were just as shot as his thinking abilities. But his mind was still able to recognize you, his secret crush. Or he thought it was a secret, but you already knew he liked you.

He looked at you briefly with softness in his unfocused eyes. Azul wobbled close to you with a sheepish grin. He puckered his lips and went to meet yours, but due to this double vision, he went right past you and headbutted into the wall. He groaned loudly, causing you to chuckle at his cute attempt to kiss you.

Idia

Idia rarely drank, so you couldn’t fathom his reason for getting drunk. As your eyes followed him, wobbling towards your bed, you saw him purse his lips. Thinking he wanted a kiss, you prepared yourself to give your boyfriend a big smooch. But just as he attempted to kiss you, he fell face flat onto the mattress. You blinked rapidly and got a little worried when he didn’t move.

“Idia?” You gently shook him.

As soon as he hit the mattress, Idia passed out. You laughed to yourself and watched him sleep with a warm smile, snuggling up close to him.

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[angelbaby-fics]

Daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where the reader is in babyspace and want to give them paci kisses and everytime she does she start to giggle 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Paci Kisses

Word Count: 640

A/N: Eeeep this idea is so so cute, thank you for requesting it!!! I don't know what else to say about this one other than I had a sweet time writing it & I hope you enjoy! 💕

Steve and Bucky were so very in love, and they weren’t afraid to show it. Every morning when Steve put breakfast down on the table, he’d kiss Bucky on the lips before they each began eating, their own little way of saying grace. Peter would always giggle, usually regressed around that silly age when kisses meant cooties, but you were too little to understand. Every time one of them left the house, they’d share a kiss; sometimes even just when one of them left the room. You were so tiny, you didn’t fully comprehend what it meant, your brain only really working in concepts. All you knew was that daddies meant love, and daddies kissed a lot, so kisses must mean love too. You wanted to return the favor.

That morning, you were woken up by Steve’s strong arms lifting you out of your crib. You blinked sleepily and smiled at him from behind your paci, your cheeks rounding out and your eyes squinting as you did so.

“Good morning angel, I love you,” Steve greeted, always wanting the first thing you heard every morning to be words of love. He kissed you on the forehead and shifted you into the crook of his arm so he could carry you out into the living room with one hand. As he did so, you leaned forward, tapping the plastic of your pacifier against his cheek. 

“Woah, what was that, baby?” Steve asked with a slight chuckle. He didn’t think you’d really be violent with him, but he wasn’t sure what you could be doing when you clumsily headbutted his cheek. 

You were too small to explain it, your little brain couldn’t find the words. All you could think to do was kiss him, over and over and over. 

“Mwah, mwah, mwah!” You mumbled softly from behind the paci, softening your taps in the hopes he’d get the memo. And boy did he. “Is that a kiss? Are you kissing daddy?” Steve asked with wide, excited eyes and laughter in his voice.

You nodded, giggling as you kissed him again, again, again. Steve kissed you back, planting his lips on the plastic, which made you giggle even more. Then, he carried you into the living room where Bucky and Peter were, with a huge grin on his face. 

“Buck! Look what our baby can do!” He said with glee, and then tapped on his cheek, motioning for you to kiss him once more, which you did joyously.

Bucky cheered and clapped for you, getting up from the couch to give a standing ovation, which made you beam even harder from behind the paci. 

“Can I have one, babydoll?” He asked eagerly, and you nodded, reaching out from Steve’s arms towards Bucky’s.

You happily kissed your Baba all over his face, giggling after each one until eventually the kisses devolved into you just nuzzling your paci across his cheeks like a puppydog. Steve joined the cuddlefest on the couch, pinching your little round cheeks. Peter had been distracted from his toys since the moment you entered the room, watching your interactions with captivated awe, but he finally couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up, letting a toy car fall from his hand with a clatter. 

“‘S not fair! I want kisses too!” He whined with a pout.

You didn’t want your Petie to feel left out, you loved him just as much as you loved your daddies of course. You reached out to him now, kicking your little feet with delight as he ran over to the three of you. Now your whole family was together on the couch, and you took turns kissing each of them, and each of them took turns kissing you. You’d already mastered your newest skill, and you couldn’t wait to keep practicing every single day.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

I swear Dew NEEDS tummy rubs/tickles from Rain or Aether after being pouty (whether he's little or not)

But that's just me, what do you think?

I fully agree.

No age regression just Dew being treated like the Princess we all know he is.

Rain walked into the den and was met with the sight of Dew stretched out on his back over Aethers lap on the sofa. He was shirtless, his T-shirt crumpled in a pile on the floor at Aethers feet as Aether ran delicate fingers over his belly. There was a book in Aethers other hand that he wasn’t really reading, his attention switching between his book, the tv and Dew. There’s a loud purr coming from Dew, probably the loudest purr Rain had ever heard come from the small ghoul. 

Rain pads over to the sofa as quietly as he could and sits down next to Aether making him jump. 

“We need to get a bell or something for you so you can’t keep sneaking up on people.” 

Rain chuffs, headbutting Aethers shoulder as he puts his book down and turns his attention to him. “Maybe you just need to pay attention more, then you’ll hear me.” 

Aether stops running his fingers over Dew and pulls Rain into a small side hug. Rain falls into the embrace, leaning his weight on Aether and resting his head on his shoulder. He looks down at Dew sprawled put on Aethers lap. “Is he asleep?” 

“I don’t think so. I think he’s just…floaty. Peaceful.” Aether chuckles. “For once.” 

Dew’s face scrunches up and he lets out a whine, wiggling a little on his lap. Aether unhooks his arm from around Rain and resumes rubbing his fingers over his belly. Dew settles back down immediately with a happy chirp, his purr kicking back up.  “I haven’t been able to move for nearly four hours now.”

Rain laughs, headbutting Aethers shoulder again.  “Why? Just shove him off.” 

Aether tuts and rolls his eyes, smiling down down at the fire ghoul with so much love Rain thinks he might get a cavity.  “I can’t do that. Not when he’s being all cute and sweet.” 

Rain shakes his head, but he can’t help but smiling down at him.  “You’re too soft for him.” 

Aether smiles down at him and Rain could swear that his pupils are blown into little heart shapes.  “I know. But he deserves it.” 

A lock of Rains hair falls in front of his eyes and before he can do anything about it, Aether is reaching up and tucking it behind his ear. He cups at Rain’s jaw, rubbing his thumb over his cheekbone. Rain giggles and pushes his face into Aethers touch. Rain leans forward slightly and captures Aethers lips in his in a sweet kiss. 

“Hey.” A small voice below them interrupts. They both look down to find a pair of glowing golden eyes looking up at them. “Why’d you stop?” Dew scowls and pouts.  

They both laugh at him which only makes Dew pout even more. He reached up and paws at Aethers hand. 

“Aether. Bellyyy.” He whines, trying to pull Aethers hand back towards his belly. 

Aether giggles at Dew as he begins to scratch at his belly again. “sorry Darling. Didn’t mean to take my attention off you.”

Dew let’s out a sigh and a happy thrill, settling back into Aethers lap. Rain presses a kiss to Aethers shoulder and pulls the hair band from Dew’s hair, letting his hair free so he can run his fingers through the strands. 

Dew shudders, his purr increasing even more, it was practically vibrating through him. Aether can’t help but laughing at Rain as he smiles down at the fire ghoul.  “Now who’s too soft for him.” 

Rain rolls his eyes.  “Shut up. Like you said he deserves it.” 

Dew chirps, his hands coming up to knead at the air.  “Oh we got some air biscuits from him.” Aether scratches up to Dew chin making him tip his head back with another chirp as he pushes his head into Rain’s touch. 

Rain leans down and places a kiss to Dew’s forehead as he begins to run his claws over his scalp.  “Satan, he’s so cute. I can’t even deal with it.” 

Aether giggles at him.  “I know. I’ve been resisting the urge to squish him all day.” 

“Maybe we can squish him together? I think he’d like that.” “I thinks we’d get bit of we did that.” Aether laughs again. “He’s all cute and snuggly now but if we disturb him he might not be.” 

Dew thrills, his tail coming to wrap around Aethers wrist. “You know, you’re gunna be stuck here with me for hours now.” 

Rain hums in reply, scratching down Dew’s jawline. “Worth it. I Wouldn’t miss cuddly Dew for the world.” 

[devildom-moss]

Hello and happy 1 year anniversary!!!!! Wahooooo🎉🎉

For the flash requests, can i have SFW, drunk/tipsy with solomon x reader? Thank youiii 💃💃💃

Drunk Solomon is so precious. I swear. I hope you enjoy, anon.

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Solomon x gn!MC)

Prompt 10 - Drunk/Tipsy

“MC, you’re home!” Solomon exclaimed as he stumbled in through the door, nearly tripping over a side table that he was certain had moved at least 6 inches to the left since the last time he was in that room. It had not. “You’re really home.”

“I’ve been home for two hours, Solomon. You’re the one who’s just getting back. What were you up to?” You asked nonchalantly, still reading the book you had picked up with Satan at a bookstore.

“I went out for a . . . a something. . . but I think I forgot it.” Solomon chuckled.

From your spot on the couch, you looked up from your book to see Solomon’s face right in front of you. He was much closer than you expected. His bright pink cheeks and goofy grin gave him away. You shut the book and set it aside. “You’re drunk, I see.”

“Me? No~ Well, maybe a little. Hehe,” Solomon giggled. He climbed onto your lap, straddling you and lacing his hands behind your head. “You sure are smart. And you’re cute to boot. I got the cutest most adorable apprentice in all the realms across all time.”

“Yes, yes, and I have the best teacher,” you cooed, patting his cheek in an act of appeasement. “Why did you drink so much, Solomon?”

“Why? Whywhywhy?” Solomon shook his head with each “why” as if he was trying to shake the answer loose from his brain. “Oh! I remembered. S’cause my favorite apprentice was gone, an’ I had to eat dinner al’lone.”

“That’s all? Satan and I stayed at the bookstore a bit longer than we intended. I sent you a message to tell you I was going to be late.”

“How come food tastes better when ’s with you? S’like your cute face makes it full of flavor.” Solomon pulled his hands back enough to hold the sides of your face. “S’cute. S’cute. I wanna kiss you all over – an’ I mean all over.”

“Oh, honey, you’re really drunk, aren’t you?” You chuckled. Seeing Solomon the Wise reduced to a sappy mess of compliments and slurred words was entertaining. Perhaps you should pull out your phone and get some video proof for later.

“If I say yes, will ya take good care of me?” Solomon headbutted you gently and kept his forehead pressed to yours. “Take care of me, yeah?”

“The fact that you’re so drunk that you’re not even embarrassed to ask means I don’t have much of a choice.”

“I’m embarrassed!” Solomon exclaimed much too loudly before he pouted and sighed, causing the strong smell of liquor to hit you. “I jus’ wan’ you more than I feel embarrassed. You mus’think I’m a big baby right now.”

“You are a big baby right now,” you confirmed, “but you’re my big baby. Now, get up slowly, so I can help you get washed up. Then we’ll get you some water, and you can sleep in my room.”

“Noo,” Solomon whined. “I can’t let you go.”

“I’ll be with you the whole time. I’m not going anywhere,” you reassured him.

“Promise? Sorcerer’s oath? No, wait! Seal it with a kiss, okay?” You rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek. Solomon shook his head in response. “Nope. On the lips. Ya hav’ta.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Pretty please?” he begged. “Not as pretty as you, but pretty ‘nough please?”

“One quick kiss,” you relented.

“Yay,” Solomon wrapped his arms around you and captured your lips in a kiss that lasted much longer than a “quick kiss” should have, moaning gently against you as he did. When he finally pulled back and noticed the look on your face, unamused, he broke into a grin. “I’m really old. 30 seconds is quick to me.”

Solomon slowly got off your lap, holding onto your arm for balance. You stood and tried to gently push him towards the bathroom, but he stopped and turned around to take your hands in his. He played with your fingers, carefully folding each one down before unfolding them again.

“Hey, MC? You love me, right?” he asked shyly.

“I love you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, Solomon. Now walk towards the bathroom before I have to carry you there myself.” You probably shouldn’t have said that.

A/N: requests are still open for the rest of today. If anyone else wants to enter, there's still a few more hours left. (rules here). I probably won't get to all of the SFW requests, but I may be able to finish them up tomorrow or the day after.

[slaythebirdman]

how do the two of you kiss when the protagonist/hero/slayer/long quiet has a beak?

💛I immediately jumped on this one because I have STRONG feelings about our local bird boy and his touch-starved-ness. Hope you enjoy~!

How to Kiss a Bird Man

-Very carefully. -Jokes aside, kissing a beaked creature, no matter how determined, isn't exactly a straightforward task... But quitting is for losers, and he deserves kisses. -Quiet hasn't had much in the way of non-hostile physical touch in quite awhile, with his only positive non-princess company being voices in his head.

So that task is yours. -The presence of a beak is only a limiter if you believe kisses have to be lips on lips. There are SO many creative ways to kiss, and he wants them all. -First thought that comes to mind is just kissing along the top of his beak like you would kiss the tip of someone's nose. That level of face-to-face closeness is super sweet and intimate. -Kisses to the cheek and forhead too: thin, soft feathers make it very easy for him to feel it, and there's always something tender about a forehead kiss.

But the face isn't the only place that needs attention. -He has a neck and shoulders covered in down feathers, ready for you to bury your nose in and snuggle into. -And of course we have the most sensitive part of any bird-esque creature... the wings. -If you manage to sneak up behind him and plant smooches on his wings, you're going to end up with a very surprised, very flustered birdie. -Or you could always take it a step further: getting him to lay down on his stomach while plant touches and kisses all along his wings. That's a sure fire way to rile him up and get him needy and flustered. -All kisses, like any touch really, is good, and he's sure to be receptive to most any positive physical touch you're willing to share.

So, what about Him? How does He kiss you? -It is a little hard with the beak, but little gentle soft pecks to cheeks or shoulders or even the neck. Very gentle, very slow, just touching his beak to you. -He never suprises you with these because he's definitely worried that he'll startle you and you'll accidentally bump yourself on it. He really doesn't want you to get hurt because he tried to kiss you, especially since good touch is so new to him. -But he's found a middle ground touch he's very happy with: gently headbutting you every chance he gets. -Little bumps on the arms, shoulders, back, just whenever he can. Never with much force, just tiny little reminders that he sees you and loves you and wants your attention. -His favorite version of this is when he gets the chance to rest his forehead against yours. It's just so sweet and intimate, and he dosn't have to worry about hurting you. -Please let this bird boy show you how much he cares for you.

[writethrough]

Hi, could you do either Billy Hargrove or Eddie Munson reacting to seeing their s/o who usually doesn’t like children, interact with a baby/toddler who they actually like? Maybe the s/o was hesitant at first but then the baby just became really attached to them? Ty <3

Little Chickadees

(Eddie Munson x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: None (I think)

Word Count: 889

A/N: Full disclosure, I really wanted to write both Eddie and Billy, but Billy's version has taken on two very different paths, so I need a bit more time with his. One is a little more wholesome and fluffy while the other is on the serious side. I'll link the fluffy one with this post, but not sure about the other since it won't have the same tone.

Thank you for the request! And I hope you enjoy it!

“Eddie, you literally hang out with children all the time!” you said, exasperated.

He gripped his chest as if in pain. “Ouch!”

You groaned. “You know what I mean. It’s just…Kids don’t like me, and I don’t like them. It’s a mutual dislike.”

You were rambling at this point, and both of you knew it.

All you wanted was to spend the day with your boyfriend, but because he was such a sweetheart, he had volunteered both of you for the petting zoo at the Fourth of July carnival. And where there were fuzzy, adorable creatures, there were screaming, crying kids.

“C’mon, it won’t be that bad!” He flopped beside you on his bed. “You technically don’t even have to watch them. That’s what their parents are for. You just have to make sure no one loses a finger to a goat.”

“That’s not helping,” you said.

“Or lets an alpaca loose.”

“Eddie!” You threw a pillow at him.

“Alright!” he laughed, “Alright, I’ll stop.”

You played with the chain hanging from his jeans.

“You’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he said, rubbing your knee. “But we should probably head over. I know how much you hate being late.”

You let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I guess.”

He offered you his hand, intertwining your fingers to lead you to his van.

You wished it had taken longer to get there. You would have rather listened to Eddie ramble about the most recent campaign than deal with the children of Hawkins.

At least the animals would distract you.

The baby goats were adorable, but you couldn’t help wincing when they bumped their heads together.

Baby ducks and chicks were waddling around in their pens, and the alpacas were corralled in fencing where visitors could see them.

“Think anyone'd mind if I took one of these guys home?” Eddie asked, holding one of the baby ducks.

You gave him a soft smile, resting your chin on his shoulder. “As much as I would love to see you play mother hen—or mother duck—I think stealing isn’t exactly the right answer.”

He puckered his lips in thought. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He set it back in its pen. “And with my luck, it’d probably like Uncle Wayne more than me.”

You hummed and kissed his cheek. “Guess you’ll just have to settle for me.”

You went to pull away, but he quickly caught you around your waist to kiss you properly.

“There’s no settling when you’re the most amazing person I know,” he said into your hair.

Your heart beat a little faster the longer he stared. He always looked at you like you were the only person in the room. And you counted yourself grateful you found someone as kind and loving as him.

“Love you,” you whispered, touching your forehead to his.

“Love you, too.”

Excited shouts and giggles drifted as the kids bounded to the petting zoo.

“Show time,” Eddie said, reluctantly pulling away.

You sighed for what felt like the tenth time. “Yeah, yeah.”

When you got to the main area, Eddie showed some little boys the goats. And when one of them headbutted Eddie’s leg, the boys all laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. 

And you briefly caught Eddie biting his lip to keep the groan back. He’d definitely have a bruise tomorrow.

Someone tugged on your shirt to get your attention. Holly Wheeler stood there with her head tilted back.

“Hey, Holly. Where’s your mom?” you asked.

She pointed to her right, where her parents were having what looked like a disagreement.

“Okay,” you nodded, “why don’t we look at the baby chickens? How does that sound?”

She nodded excitedly.

“Alright, Holls.” You gently picked up one of the chicks. “Sit next to me, and you can pet him.”

You both sat on a hay bale, and Holly was transfixed by the creature.

“Just use one finger and be super careful,” you said.

She slowly ran her finger down the chick's back, barely any pressure applied.

“Soft,” she mumbled, a content smile on her face.

“You like him?”

She nodded again, starting her path from the beginning. The chick lowered its head, eyes closing as the repetitive motion put him to sleep.

You grinned. “Looks like he feels safe with you, Holly.”

She giggled but stopped petting him, not wanting to wake him up.

“Let’s put him back with his friends. Wanna see the ducks next?”

She was standing by their pen in an instant.

Her interaction with the ducks went much the same. And soon enough, Mrs. Wheeler called Holly back and gave you a wave of thanks.

You had just put the duck back when Eddie sidled up beside you.

“Kids don’t like you, huh?” he teased, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You rolled your eyes. “It was a fluke.”

“Yes, of course.” He nodded as if it made perfect sense. “S’why you were so good with her, right?”

You pinched his side lightly. “Holly’s a sweet kid. Not like your little demons.” You nodded toward the group of boys now at the alpacas.

He shook his head slightly. “That goat had it out for me.”

You laughed, leaning into his side.

He kissed the side of your head. “Knew you’d be fine.”

You faced him. “Whatever you say, Dungeon Master.”

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[atlasscrumpit]

Evil Tony Stark x Reader

Your worst nightmare was coming true, you stood in front of Tony with your hands bound together and tape over your mouth.

He sat in a leather chair in front of your, smiling.

"You know, it took me a long time to get you back, sweetheart. The team really keep you close, don't they? I know you've gotten pretty close to Steve and Bucky too." He said as he stood up and came closer to you, he reached up and gently took the tape off your mouth and ran his thumb over your lips.

"You've missed me, haven't you? You can tell me over and over how much you hate me but I know, deep down you've missed me. Missed obeying me, missed my praises and missed my touch." He whispered as he ran his hand over your cheek.

"I don't fucking miss you." You growled as he chuckled.

"You can deny it all you want, my love. But, I know you better than you know yourself. I also know how badly you want to go onto your knees and beg for my forgiveness. Does my little puppet feel like begging?" He asked as you felt tears forming in your eyes.

You hated that he was right, but it wasn't because you loved him it was because he was so good at manipulation he had trained your mind to barely survive without him.

But, you'd worked so hard with the team, especially with Bucky, Steve and Bruce.

"Maybe I do, but it's only because of how much you fucking broke me." You growled as he chuckled softly.

"Well, how about I give you two options, my love. Either, you be my good little girl and I won't punish you, or you continue to act like the brat Bucky and Steve turned you into and I do what I did when you tried to run away. You remember that, don't you?" He asked as your jaw clenched and you tried to push the awful traumatic memories out of your mind.

"They'll find me." You whispered making him chuckle again, he leaned forward and kissed your cheek softly.

"It's nice you still have some hope, that's what I loved about you. No matter how much I had to punish you, there was always some light left inside. I've missed you so much, baby. Why don't we have some alone time before I have to punish you again? Don't you miss the feeling I'd give you?" He whispered before you headbutted him, his men grabbed you and dragged you away from him.

He looked at you and chuckled dryly.

"Fiesty, aren't you? We can fix that." He growled as you glared at him.

"They'll fucking find me!" You screamed before one of his men knocked you out cold.

--

The next time you awoke you found yourself in a large room, your hand restrained to the bed head.

You groaned and looked around the room, surely the team would be able to find you, but you weren't even sure where you were.

The door opened and you looked up to see Tony entering with a tray filled with food.

"Now, are you ready to behave, my love? Because if not you're going to starve." He said as you looked at him and thought for a moment, you knew the team would eventually find you, so it was probably a good idea to play along to avoid Tony's wrath.

"Yes." You whispered as he came over, you sat up and he placed the tray over your lap.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. Yes, what?" He said gently playing with your hair.

"Yes, sir. I'm ready to behave." You replied making him smile with satisfaction.

"There's a good girl. I knew you'd make the right decision, now eat up, puppy. We have a big day ahead, once you're done get changed into one of the dresses in the closet." He said as you looked at him and nodded.

"I'll see you soon, love." He said before kissing your forehead and leaving you alone again.

You were glad he had left you, you didn't want him to see how hungry you were.

You finished eating and found very feminine dresses in the closet, it was to be expected, Tony liked to show you off and basically treat you like a doll.

Once you were done you came out of your room and made your way down the large hall of the mansion.

You knew Tony would be in his office, like usual.

When you arrived you knocked on the door and opened it to see Tony sitting in his chair, his eyes lit up when he saw you in one of the dresses he had picked out.

"Look at you, don't you just look beautiful?" He said as you looked at him with dead eyes.

"Come on, sweetheart. I know this is a lot for your little brain to process but you know it's so much better when you behave for me. Don't you want a reward?" He asked, your mind wandered to Steve and Bucky, you knew you just had to play along and they would come save you soon enough.

You wished you could save yourself...but, after Tony had broken you so many times you were nowhere near strong enough to escape.

Tony patted his lap and you slowly approached him before straddling his legs and sitting on his lap.

His hands went onto your thighs under your dress and he smiled.

"See? It's so much better when I'm gentle with you, isn't it? I don't like getting angry, baby. But, sometimes you give me no choice." He whispered as you looked at him and nodded softly.

"I know... I'm sorry." You whispered, knowing it was best to just act submissive for him.

"I missed you, darling. I've missed you so so much, I tried my hardest to forget you and move on to other girls... But, no one is as good as you, baby." He whispered as he reached up and held your face in his hand.

"We need to make up for lost time, don't we?" He asked in a whisper as he caressed your thighs.

You knew what was about to happen, and you knew that it was best to just keep acting.

Tony pulled your forward and was about to kiss you before you heard gunshot.

Tony quickly leapt up and sat you back in the chair.

"Stay here and do not move!" He demanded as you nodded and watched him leave quickly.

You were thankful you didn't have to go through having sex with him again.

You sat in the chair as you heard gunshots and yelling outside, you were afraid but maybe it was the team finally coming to rescue you.

The door swung open and you looked up in fear.

Your face changed when you saw it was Steve, you jumped out of the chair and ran up and hugged him tightly.

He lifted you into his arms and held you tightly.

"Oh thank God, Y/N." He whispered as he held you.

"I was so scared." You whispered before Steve put you back down.

"I know, angel. We're going to get you out of here." He replied as you nodded and held onto his hand.

"Stay close to me, okay?"

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You sat in the back of a car, panting and holding a cloth over your bleeding arm.

You were the one with the least amount of injuries, but thankfully everyone was alive.

Bucky got in the car beside you and you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry we took so long, doll." He whispered, wrapping his arm around you.

You closed your eyes and relaxed onto him.

"It's okay... I missed you so much, all of you." You whispered as you felt Bucky kiss you on the forehead.

"We've got you, doll. He's never going to touch you again."

[nalgenewhore]

lifesaver

elide x lorcan, modern + firefighter au, rival neighbours 2 luvrs speedrun, word count: 3606

A familiar weight on his chest woke him up. 

Lorcan slit his eyes open, then closed them again. Evidently, it was the wrong choice because claw-tipped paws started kneading his throat. He choked and sat up abruptly, making a black-furred creature fall into his lap. “Gods,” he croaked, glaring at his cat.

He picked up Hellas with one hand and held his devil-feline in front of his face. “Not fucking cool,” he said. The cat made a confused meow, his pitch colour eyes round and innocent. Momentarily, Lorcan narrowed his eyes before sighing and kissing Hellas’ forehead. “You’re a menace, dude.”

He got out of bed and gently set Hellas down, who immediately circled behind him and started headbutting his ankles while making an incessant chirping sound. “Alright, alright,” Lorcan said, “I’m going.” He walked into his kitchen. The first thing he did was open the cupboard that held Hellas’ dry food and scoop some into his dish. 

The cat just stood there, silently staring up at Lorcan.

Lorcan nudged the bowl closer with his foot. “What’re you waiting for?” Finally, Hellas started on his breakfast. Lorcan leaned down and scratched him behind his ears. “Weirdo.” He got started on his coffee. He wasn’t due at the firehouse for his shift until nine, which was still a few hours away. He would've liked to sleep for longer, but the demands of his gremlin superseded any desires Lorcan had. 

While he waited for his coffee to brew, he decided to take care of a few mundane chores. Lorcan took out his trash from under the sink and tied off the bag.

He walked out of his unit and strolled down to the trash chute, tossing it in. 

Foolishly, he left the door open and figured that with Hellas occupied by stuffing his maw, the cat wouldn’t attempt escape like he did at every given chance.

Of course, when Lorcan got back, Hellas was nowhere to be found. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lorcan said, turning back towards his door. “Fuck me.” He leaned out into the hallway. Usually, Hellas didn’t get too far, but Lorcan was still worried. One of his neighbours – a woman named Elide Lochan – owned a trained Doberman, and Hellas loved provoking Anneith. 

Lorcan heard a deep bark from the end of the hall and went running towards Elide’s unit. “Hellas, you little shit.”

She was already at the door, blocking her guard dog with her body while Hellas tried swiping at Anneith between her legs.

Her dark gaze could’ve set something on fire, and Lorcan had a gut feeling that if they could, he’d be burnt to a crisp as Elide looked at him. “Can you control your damn cat?!”

Lorcan glared at her and scooped Hellas up. “Maybe I could if your hell-hound stopped provoking him.” It was utter bullshit, which they both knew.

Still, Elide took the bait. She gawked, “My what? Annie didn’t do anything, like usual,” Elide all but growled. “He came over and started scratching at my door—”

He shook his head and turned away, walking back to his apartment without caring that he looked like an ass.

“Hey, we’re not done,” she called after him. 

“Yeah, we are,” he responded.

“I hope you know I’m telling Mr. Perrington about your devil-cat scratching the shit out of my door!”

“Like I care,” Lorcan snapped before slamming his door shut. He huffed. How dare she call Hellas that? He could call Hellas that, but Elide? It was just plain rude. Lorcan shook his head again and set Hellas down. “Man, you have got to stop doing that.”

Hellas merely flicked his tail and strutted off to finish his breakfast.

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The next time Lorcan saw Elide, he was heading off to work while she brought Anneith back from a run. 

He noticed how the cold made her freckled cheeks rosier than usual and made the smattering of spots stand out more. Lorcan frowned at nothing, reminding himself that he couldn’t stand his haughty neighbour, no matter how pretty she looked. He just nodded at her and passed by, not intent on exchanging a word.

“Have a good shift,” Elide told him.

Lorcan paused and blinked. He looked back at her. “Uh, thanks.” He bobbed his head, making it painfully obvious that he wasn’t comfortable with unprompted social interaction. “Have a good… uh, day. Yeah.”

Elide laughed a bit and quickly pursed her plush lips to stifle the sound, mirth dancing in her eyes. “Thank you.”

Something bumped into his hip. He looked down at Annieth. She tilted her head to the side, her tail wagging a bit. Lorcan’s lips twitched. He gave her a gentle scratch behind her pointed ears. “You too, Anneith.”

They parted ways shortly after. Lorcan turned the interaction over and over in his mind during the drive to the station house.

He would have kept thinking about it, only the moment he got to work, they were sent out on a call, and Lorcan pushed it to the back of his mind. 

If he seemed distracted the moment they got back, then none of his crewmates said a word. 

After a few more calls and fulfilling some of the house chores, Lorcan settled into one of the bunks for a quick nap. Only, he couldn’t clear his mind to sleep. Every thought kept circling back to Elide. He rubbed his eyes until he saw random bursts of colour. He sighed and stubbornly resolved to banish her from his mind. It was ridiculous – he’d never thought of her outside of his irritation for her. Sure, he’d noticed her beauty, but who wouldn’t? Elide was absolutely stunning, and her biting wit only made her more attractive which was unfair. 

Eventually, he managed to drift into a restless sleep, though he couldn’t escape Elide in his dreams either. 

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About an hour or so later, someone shook him awake. The alarm was going, and the others who had been sleeping were now rushing about. 

“No fire, just some crazy stuck in a tree,” Fenrys told him. “We still gotta hustle, c’mon, boy.” He hopped down and followed the others while Lorcan quickly got out of bed. 

He yanked on his sweater, followed by his boots, and Lorcan ran to the fire engine. Vaughan passed him his pack and helmet before they both hauled themselves into the cab. 

Rowan glanced at Lorcan from the driver’s seat as he sat beside him. He drawled through the headset the moment Lorcan pulled it on. “Did ya get enough beauty sleep, Salvaterre?”

“Fuck off,” Lorcan grumbled. “Where’re we going?”

“Right by your place,” Rowan told him. “Which one of your neighbours is stupid enough to get stuck in a tree, huh?”

Lorcan rolled his eyes, and they pulled out onto the street, sirens blaring. 

A few minutes later, when they got to his building, they saw a big cluster of people standing at the bottom of the large sycamore tree. 

The crew hopped out of the truck to assess the situation and move the crowd back. 

Lorcan walked through, gently yet forcefully moving their audience back with Connall’s. Rowan and Vaughan went to the base of the tree. “Alright, everyone, please step back.”

“It’s that cat of yours,” Madam Florine, the woman who lived below him, exclaimed. He internalised his sigh – of course it was Hellas. “He got out, and you know, I’ll be telling Mr. Perrington about his escape, I will! He’s caused such a ruckus!”

“Madam Florine,” he said, herding her back. “I’ll be glad to deal with this after the situation is resolved, alright? Thank you.”

“She just went right up after him,” Madam Florine continued like Lorcan hadn’t said a word. “I told her not to, but, oh, Elide never listens to anyone! And now look where it’s gotten her…”

His breath escaped him in one exhale. Lorcan gaped at her, all professionalism leaving him. “El- it’s Elide? She- she followed Hell?”

Madam Florine frowned. “Now, this is what is wrong with your generation, you never listen! Yes, Elide, she climbed up all the way up there, I just—” 

Lorcan turned and ran, ignoring Madam Florine’s shout. He looked up through the branches, catching a glimpse of a small figure who clung to the trunk. It had to be Elide. He couldn’t see Hellas,  and his heart dropped to his stomach. 

Someone grabbed him by his shoulders and brought him to a quick stop. 

“It’s Elide, she followed Hellas,” Lorcan said, looking at Rowan. “That fucking cat, I swear to the gods.”

“Hey, hey,” his friend soothed him. “It’s going to be alright, we’ve got this under control.”

“I have to get up there, I can get them down,” he insisted.

Rowan frowned, looking at Lorcan with pity. “You know I can’t let you do that.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do then, huh?”

“Sit, and let us do our job.”

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She had never been so high off the ground. Elide felt dizzy looking down through the branches, so she decided not to. Instead, she looked at Hellas, who she had trapped inside her hoodie. “Hell, it’ll all be ok, alright? Now, don’t you do anything drastic, you sit tight.”

The cat cried at her, the sound high-pitched and worried. He tried to move, his paws batting at his cotton confinement. She tutted her tongue, cooing at him to soothe him. 

Elide didn’t know how Hellas got out of Lorcan’s apartment. She’d been downstairs to fetch her mail when she saw him lingering by the lobby doors. Someone else had come in, giving Hellas the opportunity to leap for the door and escape outside. Elide had chased after him, even after he scrambled into the tree. At some point, she was just chasing him further up the tree. Once Hellas couldn’t go any further, Elide had managed to catch him and let him crawl beneath her sweater. 

She exhaled shakily. The fire engine was here now, and so was Lorcan. Elide looked at Hellas again, forcing a little smile. “Lorcan’s here now,” she told the cat. “They’ll get us down, and everything will be ok, won’t it?” Elide nodded, then repeated to herself. “Everything will be ok.”

Down below, somebody waved at her to catch her attention. One of the firefighters held a megaphone to his mouth and spoke into it. “Elide? Can you hear me?”

“Y-yes,” she yelled back. “Hi!”

“Hi, I’m Rowan. We’re going to get you down as quickly and safely as we can, and I need you to do what I say, ok?”

Elide nodded, “Yes, ok.” 

There was a flurry of movement as the crew got to work extending a ladder from the truck. It made a loud and mechanical noise that had Hellas howling and attempting to free himself with more desperation. His claws got caught in the thick material of her hoodie. “It’s ok, it’s just the ladder,” she said. She smoothed her thumb over his little forehead. “Everything will be ok.”

Hellas actually listened, calming down against her. He headbutted her chin. 

“Elide? We’re sending Fenrys up now, he’ll get you and Hellas,” Rowan called to her through the megaphone.

“Hear that?” she told Hellas. “We’ll be down soon.”

Once the ladder was extended, the fireman named Fenrys started climbing up. Elide inched herself closer to the top of the ladder which hung tauntingly just a metre below her. 

The dark-skinned blond smiled broadly at her. “Hey, there. You must be Elide. Lorcan’s told us all about his gorgeous neighbour.”

She laughed humorlessly, arching a brow at the comment about Lorcan. Fenrys was talking to her like they’d just bumped into each other in a bar or something. “I guess that’s me.” She didn’t know Lorcan thought she was gorgeous.

“Alright, Elide,” Fenrys said. “I need you to, very carefully, come down to me, alright?”

Elide shook as she tried to climb down. One arm was banded around Hellas. She carefully stretched one of her legs down to a lower branch. Her balance wavered, and she tried to correct it too quickly, but Elide couldn’t find her footing again. 

Elide tipped over, and a scream tore from her throat as she fell. Her body crashed through the tree, snapping branches on her way.

Before she knew it, strong, human, arms caught her. Fenrys held her tightly. “Woah, woah, I got you.” Elide clung to him, her heart hammering against her ribcage. “I got you, you’re safe.”

She tried to calm her breathing. Hellas was fighting against her, and his claws scratched at her. Elide ran her hand over his head, scratching his ears just like Anneith liked to be scratched. She didn’t know what she was doing, she’d never owned a cat before. 

Fenrys helped her find her footing on the ladder. He shored her up with his arm around her waist, then signalled that they were ready to come down. 

Elide held on to him until the other firefighters reached up to help her down to the ground. Someone took Hellas away from her; she didn’t see who or where they took her. She looked around wildly, trying to find her neighbour.

Lorcan pushed his crewmates aside. Elide reached for him, shuddering in relief when he held her. “Lorcan,” she cried.

“You’re safe,” he whispered. He hugged her tightly against him. His own heart thundered, terrified, in his chest, and he was certain she could hear it. “Fuck, ‘lide.” Lorcan felt her against him, felt her body held within the safety of his arms, but the panic was still there.

Elide cried softly against his chest. All the adrenaline had left her, leaving her shaking and scared. She wasn’t even embarrassed that she was breaking down in the arms of the neighbour she couldn’t stand before today. He was so solid, his body strong and warm. Lorcan held her tight enough that she knew he wouldn’t let go easily, but not so tight that she couldn’t push him away if she wanted to. 

She didn’t want to.

She turned to the side and sniffled loudly. He started to sway side to side – Elide never pegged him for a very good hugger, but he was. 

Lorcan gently pulled back, his thumb under her chin to lift her face. He brushed his thumb over a long scratch on her jaw, frowning. “‘kay, we gotta get you to the rig, ok? Vaughan’s gonna check you out, he’s our medic.”

“I feel fine,” Elide mumbled, but then Lorcan moved a little further, she gripped his arms because she didn’t trust her own legs.

“Humour me, then.” He eyed her legs warily. “Need help?”

Her cheeks flushed. She wanted to keep all the dignity she had left – knowing he’d seen her stuck in a gods-damned tree had, for some reason, been a large blow to her pride. So, Elide certainly did not want him carrying her like an invalid. She cleared her throat primly. “I think I can manage.”

She attempted a step and would’ve gone down had Lorcan not been there to catch her. Her hands clutched at him tightly as she tried to find her footing again. 

Without any fuss, Lorcan scooped her up and cradled her against his chest.

Elide gasped through her nose, her arms going tight around his neck. She loosened her hold a bit, blushing again.

He glanced at her. “You good?”

“Yeah. You’re very, um, strong.” Her cheeks, if it was possible, got even more red. Oh gods, Elide was just waiting for the earth to split open and swallow her whole. Her neighbour smirked at her, and Elide looked away. “Oh, shut up.”

He chuckled, “I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t have to,” she muttered.

Lorcan deposited her on a padded bench by a man who looked similar to him. Elide looked back and forth between them until the medic – Vaughan – explained, “We’re cousins.”

She nodded sagely. “Ah.” Vaughan rolled up her sleeve to take pulse, she presumed, and looked down at his watch. Elide eyed Lorcan as he stood behind his cousin, tracking the medic’s movements like a hawk. He noticed her gaze and looked up, quirking a brow. A cheeky grin curled her lips, and she asked Vaughan, “So, are you as much of an ass as he is?”

The medic laughed, not bothering to look up. “Thankfully, no.”

Lorcan frowned at her, and Elide just gave him an innocent smile. He crossed his thick arms across his chest; she tried not to ogle his tattooed biceps. Elide huffed to herself. It was October, for Annieth’s sake. There was no reason for him to only be wearing a t-shirt.

Vaughan checked her out quickly, including her limbs for any break from her tumble through the branches. He gave her a clean bill of health and packed up his bag while Lorcan took a seat next to Elide.

He pushed his hands down his legs. Elide caught how his fingers shook before he curled them into fists against his thighs. “Don’t do that again,” he told her harshly.

She frowned at him. She couldn’t believe he was starting a fight after all that had happened. “Are you serious? You should be thanking me, I went up there because of your cat, Salvaterre—”

“I know, I’m going to have a talk with him,” Lorcan said. He took her hand, angling his body towards her. His eyes were soft, pleading with her. “Please, don’t do that again, ok?”

Elide swallowed and nodded. “Ok. I won’t.”

They sat together for a little while more until the crew had to return to the firehouse. 

Lorcan walked Elide to the door, telling her to keep herself out of trouble, at least until he got back. She told him it was Hellas that needed to keep himself out of trouble, and Lorcan softly laughed in agreement.

They parted ways after Rowan laid on the horn, causing the pair to jump and glare at the silver-haired firefighter. Lorcan looked down at Elide with a furrowed brow. “You’re sure you’re going to be alright?”

“Yes,” she laughed, pushing her hand against his stomach. “You know I can take care of myself. I do live all by myself.”

“I know. Ok, ok, I’ll go. I’ll be back at around nine,” he told her. 

“Salvaterre,” Rowan shouted, “say good-bye to your little friend, and let’s go!”

Lorcan cut Rowan a dirty look before he finally said bye to Elide and jogged to the truck.

She lingered by the doors until the truck pulled away. She tried not to seem as flustered as she felt when Lorcan grinned and winked at her from the cab. Elide hurriedly went back inside, pressing the backs of her cold hands to her pink cheeks. 

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Lorcan attempted not to rush as much as he wanted to the minute he got home. Elide had been on his mind all day, and the whole crew, including their captain Malakai once Vaughan and Fenrys had ever-so-helpfully related the story to him, had given him shit for his reaction the rest of his shift.

He dropped his duffel bag down by his door. 

A curious meow came from the kitchen before Hellas pranced out. He curled himself around Lorcan’s ankles, rubbing his head on his leg. “Oh, it’s not going to work, man-man,” Lorcan said. He leaned down and picked Hellas up to properly address him, “You’re still in big trouble. No catnip for a week.”

Lorcan carried Hellas with him as he exited his apartment. He walked down to Elide’s place, trying and failing to calm his racing heart before he rapped his knuckles against her door. 

From inside, he heard a bark, and then a woman’s voice gently admonishing Anneith.

Moments later, a breathless Elide yanked the door open with a wide-eyed smile. “Hey,” she said. “You’re early.”

He shrugged, still trying to play it cool. “Yeah, my captain let me go home ‘cause my replacement got to work early.” Lorcan looked down at the cat in his arms. “And someone couldn’t wait to apologise for all the trouble he caused.”

Elide laughed, the sound musical and bright. “I’ve forgiven him.”

Lorcan grinned. “Well, I still owe ya one. What’s your price, Lochan?”

She leaned against her door jamb, crossing her arms under her chest. “Mmm, I dunno,” she mused. “How ‘bout a date?”

He nodded, sucking his cheeks in to conceal his full-blown smile. “Y’know, that seems fair. Anything else?”

Elide shook her head and smiled, the tip of her pink tongue poking through her teeth. “Nope. Well, preferably we can go someplace that isn’t twenty  metres off the ground.”

Lorcan shrugged. “I’ll see what I can do. Might have to pull a few strings, but I think it’s worth it.”

She beamed at him, her eyes glittering. 

Before Lorcan went back to his apartment, she gave him a folded slip of paper. He left with the promise of seeing her again, and soon. 

He managed not to make a complete fool of himself until he closed his door behind him. After that, he couldn’t hold his smile back. Lorcan looked at his cat, who was still snugly held against his chest. He kissed Hellas’ head, figuring that he might deserve some catnip and even a little fish for all he’d done. After all, without his antics, Lorcan would probably still be feuding with Elide. 

Lorcan set Hellas down before he opened the note Elide had passed him. She’d written down her number in neat writing, but what was written beneath it had been chuckling to himself. 

Elide Lochan (AKA Cat Rescuer Extraordinaire – Call for a good time, or feline recovery ;))

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an: i had SO much fun writing this hehe alsoooo i think i will restart a tag list 🤔🫣🤭(let me know if u want to b added !!)

@sassyhobbits @empress-ofbloodshed @the-regal-warrior @gwynethhberdara

[myshredda]

Hi again, I'm the anon that asked about names and I'm working on my thing, but I've been rewatching both seasons a ton to get characterization right and oh my god. I finally get the implications at the end of Love. Do you have any fluffy headcanons to distract me bc I'm lowkey freaked out right now lmao. I will never be able to look at Shrignold the same again oh my god

Hello! Glad to hear you're still working on your fic 🥰 I hope it's going well! And yes. The love episode... the one with the catchiest song and the creepiest undertones :/ (I don't think there's concrete vibes of what's supposed to be 'implied' tbh, i think it's mainly commentary on how cults can prey on the venerable with a weird fucking unnerving bit at the end for some good gore/shock value shots, or at least that's what i'm telling myself to feel better lol)

A lot of my fluffier headcanons are already in a couple of my fics or are being kicked around on this blog!

Duck cooks the most (based on his curry and the lovely chicken picnic) in my AU specifically he's started to cook more carb-y foods because he wants to make sure they're all eating enough, much like a grandma immediately feeding you the second you step foot in the house, it's how he shows love

Red is the designated tall person and is always the one that has to get things down from high places. He'll also take things away from the other two and stash them up high if they're annoying him or fighting over something, and will leave it up there until everyone's calmed down

Due to the significant lack of lips in this family they can't really 'kiss' each other so Red's taken to headbutting as a form of endearment (which is something I do!) and will kind of press his forehead onto the other persons and leave it there. Duck pretends not to like it but he loves it. Yellow loves it so much he gets excited and will accidentally headbutt the others at like 1000 miles an hour and potentially knock himself and the other person out

Duck specifically preens the others as a form of endearment, and he loves playing with the other's hair in the way birds preen other bird's feathers. He'll help Red get knots and things out of his yarn and he likes to fiddle with Yellow's hair if he thinks it's too messy (all while scolding them for looking sloppy of course)

(sometimes he'll nibble at them with his beak if he's feeling especially lovey-dovey, it's all very adorable)

(Yellow really REALLY loves it when he does that and just shrieks with laughter the whole time)

Red and Duck's love language is bickering and bitching at each other, all in a very passive aggressive british way of course. Very much old married couple vibes there, but in a way where they'll tell each other to shut the fuck up with love and then make dinner together while drinking wine or whatever it is old men do

Duck and Yellow also like to bicker with each other and make jokes, Yellow loves to call Duck old because he gets all pissy about it and Duck will make him do extra chores as punishment for being disrespectful but will usually help out if he thinks Yellow is being too slow (which he always does) This relationship is heavily based on the relationship I have with my mother, everything's a joke and we're always talking shit until it isn't and then it's all love

Also 100% my mother would bite me and give me rabies if I was pissing her off I don't think that affects Duck's parental status that's like normal and also they're british so....

Red is a HUGE snuggler, especially in my AU where he's getting chubbier and learning to be happy. He uses his bigger size to kind of pounce on whoever he wants to hug and squeeze them and shake them around because he can't contain or verbalize how much he cares about them

If Yellow has any trouble sleeping he just crawls into one of the other's beds (he's in the middle so it's usually 50/50 who he'll go to) and immediately steals the blankets and puts his cold feet on their legs. The other two are usually don't care (red) or claim they're too tired to move him (but actually doesn't mind that much) (duck)

They all stim. Duck rocks in his chair or flaps his wings, Red hums and fiddles with whatever's in his hands, Yellow kicks his feet and flaps his hands, he also has the tendency to dance around when he's happy.

Yellow would 100% be that kid that loves Minecraft and slime

He tries to make slime one time and gets it caught in Red's yarn and cries his eyes out because he thinks it's going to make Red bald and bald people scare him

Duck makes Red wash his head in the sink and somehow gets it all out and then Yellow cries more because he's happy Red isn't going to be bald

Duck 100% watches old lady british soap operas and BBC murder series like Midsomer Murders or Vera or Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (Australian but whatever)

Yellow watches kids tv shows on PBS or HBO Family, Documentary series about animals (or any other NPR smart people show) the news, numbers stations, and british morning talkshows

Red watches whatever is on tv that the other two want to watch and I feel like he probably likes to watch footy

they all love each other very much because I SAID SO

[rockheadcd]

@electrivolt said: "... I'm sorry, you said three cans? Three entire cans of soup?" Maybe he shouldn't be so surprised, even when it is the first time his love is genuinely letting himself be helped so openly while being as disgustingly sick as he is, but— hey, that's at least two more cans than what he can eat! Don't judge him for being surprised!! But, well, his love is more important than his own judgment, so he relents. "... Fine, I'll go make your soup." And a forehead kiss for good measure before he goes to the kitchen. "I love you, you idiot." See if he's more careful about his health next time— ( he won't be, will he. ) / he said three cans!

"Yeah, three ca—a-hack-! Ugh." This sure sucked, didn't it. "Yeah. Three cans, they're small, y'know? But only use one can of water. Gets too runny using the recommended. Trust the process!" Roark accumulated enough congestion to have to clear his throat for several moments, however, concluding with a very.. attractive snivel to try to contain the snot, to little avail. He eventually just gives up and blows his nose, adding to the growing pyramid of crumpled up tissues on the nightstand next to him. Man, now that he's been trying to be a little more lenient on himself and coming home at a reasonable hour, he's been getting sick more often—or, rather, more aware that he's gotten sick.

Boo. That wasn't helping him in terms of Volkner being able to take care of his sorry ass, was it? Well.. even if his love tended to be passive and sound inconvenienced by all this, he was happy to be able to do something about it, wasn't he? He couldn't hide that from him. Even if he looks like a hot mess, Roark can't help but smile and chuckle a little with that devious little laugh of his. "Ehehe.. thank you, I love you, too, Volk," he hums, nasally and unkempt hair sticking up in all kinds of directions.

Hopefully, this only be Volkner in a few days with all the affection he's getting, right? Roark's smile doesn't leave his face, even if he feels like crap and definitely sounds like it, happy to be headbutted by one of their 'mons, accompanied by other ones as they steal Volkner's side of their bed—maybe this isn't so bad. He ought to move into the living room eventually, though, huh.

[beantothemax]

jk have some domestic fluff

Dawn shone through the window, the sun sending beams of golden light into the bedroom of two sleeping people.

Therion buried his face in Alfyn’s neck, groaning as one such ray landed right in his face. Alfyn threaded his fingers through Therion’s hair, snoring softly.

The two were tangled up with each other, limbs intertwined. So when Therion woke up first, it was difficult getting out of bed.

Another contributor to the difficulty was Alfyn himself, grabbing onto Therion and cuddling him close whenever he tried to get up.

Finally, Therion managed to get out of bed, and his first order of business was taken care of.

Now to make breakfast.

Therion didn’t normally make breakfast, but since it was the anniversary of when Alfyn first confessed to him, he decided to do something sweet for his lover.

When breakfast was done, he crawled back into bed with Alfyn and pressed kisses to his cheeks to wake him up.

“Mm... Mornin’ already...?” Alfyn grumbled, hugging Therion impossibly closer. The ex-thief simply slung his leg over Alfyn’s and kissed him. “Mhm. And you should get up, Medicine Man, because I made you something.”

Alfyn tucked Therion’s hair behind his ear. “Is it somethin’ that can wait...?” He asked, and Therion simply smiled at him. The fact that Alfyn wanted to spend time cuddling him...

Alfyn groaned lightheartedly, disentangling the two and sitting up to stretch. Therion pointedly looked away as Alfyn’s loose shirt lifted up to reveal his stomach.

“Awright, show me whatcha made, love.”

Alfyn stood up and let Therion guide him to the dining room where his gift was waiting.

“You made breakfast?” Alfyn looked at him, nothing but love in his eyes. Therion could melt under that look.

“I did. Figured you’d appreciate a little something for our anniversary,” Therion replied, and was met with a kiss.

“...Thank you,” Alfyn murmured, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you, Theri.”

Therion cupped Alfyn’s cheeks gently. “Love you too, Alf.”

AWAWAWAWAWAWAWAAAAAWWQAWWAWAFWG currently melting into a pulled over how sweet this is… that’s my boys…. there they are…

it should be a crime how good you are at writing fluff because I want to print this out and chew it. what the heck.

the lil part about them touching foreheads is v nice, but now I’m just imagining alfyn and therion headbutting each other like cats to express love and I love that

thank you, mav! (+1500)

[thecursedraven]

🌑 ― a fading memory.

For Darius...

Fingers carded gently through his hair, occasionally braiding in feathers or silver rings as he thought fit. Darius had been attempting to work diligently at finalizing the details and plans for their next heists, but his fiance was making it increasingly difficult.

"How do you feel about gardenias for the wedding?" Victor's voice had his attention immediately, and Darius tilted his head slightly in thought.

"Those would look well with the venue we've picked out- and it's nice to have something other than the traditional roses." He smiled, leaning his head back to look up at his betrothed.

Victor pressed a kiss to his forehead, fingers lingering on a cluster of feathers and humming in agreement.

"I love you, you know that?"

Darius felt a smile pull at his lips. "And I love you too."

For Chell...

"Did you even think before you ran in there? Or are you that hellbent on getting yourself killed?" Luca's voice wasn't quite at a yell- but with how aggressive Isabelle was stitching up her shoulder currently, he didn't need to be.

"They wouldn't have stopped if I hadn'tve done anything. I refuse to let anyone be taken again. I refuse to let us go back to being under feat." Chells voice was cold in response, but it was a feeling that was felt through the room.

Isabelles hands slowed, and Luca paused for a moment before walking over and sitting beside his sibling."There is the fear of losing you, though. And I rather us get stronger together than have one go off alone and die." He wasn't looking at he as he spoke, but Chell knew. She always knew.

Luca leaned over and gently headbutted Chell, sighing. "Don't do anything too crazy without me, alright?"

Isabelle immediately hissed and swatted at Luca "you're not helping with the concussion! Go find a goat to pick a fight with not your sibling!"

He immediately laughed it off and jumped out of reach, shaking his head. "Ugh, FINE then. Chell, see me once you're rested then. We have a lot of work to do."

[signedreality]

Hihi! Love your writing could you do alastor with a bunny reader?? Like she makes little squeaks and stuff and looks all Innocent? If not that's fine anyways take care lovely!!

ᯓ       BUNNY

        alastor x reader

ଳ synopsis ; alastor with a lover who's a bunny demon, aka you!

ଳ warnings : romance, petnames, mentions of possessiveness, reader has bunny ears and tail, and horrible puns brought to you by alastor!

ଳ missive ; it's lovely to be back on the air, and i do hope you enjoy this broadcast!

now airing ; run rabbit run - flanagan & allen

༄.°        he'd be obsessed with you.

༄.°        such a fragile person like you seeking his love and protection? he might as well broadcast the news that he was smitten with you.

༄.°        alastor would also be insanely possessive of you.

༄.°        not to the point where he wouldn't let you go out or whatnot, but where he would at least have a shadow or two go out with you. either that, or his own shadow would accompany you.

༄.°        his shadow also loved you. it would constantly taunt you by poking you or cuddling up to you.

༄.°        his shadow would learn that your ears are sensitive, and it would poke and gently tug at them.

༄.°        alastor would constantly pat your head just so he could feel your ears. while you have no shame in petting his ears, he gets bashful at the idea of just messing with your ears.

༄.°        but he has no shame in messing with your tail.

༄.°        he would tug on it just to hear you squeak and swat his hand away with a glare.

༄.°        bunny's typically show affection by headbutting and cuddling, so when you're touchy with alastor, he wouldn't mind.

"cher?" alastor lowly called as you nuzzled your face into his neck, and the demon could only continue to rub your back while you rested beside him. his arm remained around you while he peered up at the ceiling. "yeah...?" you mumbled against his neck.

"get some rest."

"but you were talking..." your words were quiet while alastor only hummed, and he placed a kiss to your forehead. "nevermind that, my dear. you need to sleep..."

༄.°        alastor doesn't need sleep, but that doesn't mean he won't rest in bed with you until you wake up. unless he's making you breakfast, of course, but most of the time, he sends his shadows to make them so he can cuddle with you. he'll make it himself if it's a special occasion.

༄.°        also, bunny puns.

"there's no-bunny like you, my dear!"

"alastor, i'm not in the mood for this..."

"come on, cher! be a little more hop-timistic about it!"

༄.°        with nicknames, he'd sometimes call you his little bunny. it's either that, or just bunny.

⤷ word count ; too lazy to count

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