#i love my dumb wolf boys

[fuckin-sick-bih]

Hi! 🍊 and 🌈 for Jessie, 🍇 and 💊 for Hale, 🎭 for both of them?

Hey! Thanks for taking an interest in the boys! Jessie: 🍊 He's pretty good about making sure he takes care of himself because his immune system isn't that great tbh with you. 🌈 Jes is kinky so he doesn't really mind the sneezing when he gets sick? But he secretly adores when Hale fusses and worries over him. 🎭 Sort of... Jessie isn't the best actor, but he can sort of struggle through some mild symptoms if he has to. Hale: 🍇 Ohhh... big question. Unless it's Jessie? No. Hard no. Sometimes he even gets prickly with Jessie when he's really not feeling well. 💊 Last resort. Medicine was expensive growing up for Hale because he grew up in Nome, Alaska and shit is expensive af up there. 🎭 Yep. He can hide it. Sometimes he does out of habit just because he's used to his father demanding "no weakness" be shown.

[kitkatwinchester]

OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

THAT ENTIRE FREAKING SCILES AND LIAM SEQUENCE I CANNOT!! XD XD

These two are literally the most chaotic of dumb*sses and I seriously wonder how they ever accomplish anything sometimes, but I love them anyways. XD <3

Like, for starters, I love that Scott's first call is always Stiles. The fact that his immediate reaction to "f*ck I messed up" is always "Stiles help" is just so wholesome and also so funny and high-key so necessary sometimes.

THAT SAID.

Absolutely CACKLING at all of Stiles's judgement of Scott and his horrible plan (which, like, in Scott's defense, what was he SUPPOSED to do? They barely know Liam, and explaining the whole "hey you're a werewolf now" thing right then and there and hoping that wouldn't incredibly backfire (though, clearly it backfired regardless lol) probably wouldn't have been much better), especially considering that, as Scott so beautifully points out later, Stiles's plan is also horrible. XD

But seriously, that whole freaking sequence.

Like, the way that Scott is just avoiding telling Stiles exactly what happened (which is ridiculous, because you have to tell him regardless or you're not gonna get anywhere, bud XD), and then the FACE Stiles makes when he sees Liam in the bathtub is just pure gold. And then the way he keeps looking at Scott with this almost parental "what am I gonna do with you?" look as Scott is just going "I'm sorry, I panicked, just help me fix it please". XD

"As a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans. Your plans suck." "I know. Which is why I called you. So what do we do?"

And then...what was the plan, exactly??

To...scare him even more? To make him feel like you're threatening him? To let him get away?

Because...mission accomplished. XD (Though, as an aside, Liam did such a good job with that manipulation with the crying to escape, so...full pointers, and he is gonna make a great addition to the pack. <3)

Like, the "plan" literally just gets MORE chaotic and just gets EVEN WORSE and I CANNOT with these two. XD XD

Scott: Liam, what happened to you, what I did to you, which I had to do in order to save you….it’s gonna change you. Stiles: Unless it kills you. ...shouldn’t have said that. Liam: ...what? Stiles: Uh... Liam: *starts tearing up* Stiles: Uh oh. Uhhhhh oh. Is he...is he crying? Scott: Liam, it's okay. You're gonna be alright. You're not gonna die. Stiles: Probably not. Scott: Stop it. Stiles: K possibly not. Scott: Would you just help me untie him? Stiles: Yep.

Wait so now you're just gonna untie him??

YOU GUYS EXPLAINED NOTHING!

NOTHING!!

They, to paraphrase Stiles, said some very confusing things that only got more confusing because of those confusing things that were already said, without ever really explaining anything, and at this point, Liam probably just thinks he REALLY pissed off the wrong upperclassmen, when really, Scott and Stiles are just complete dumb*sses who have no idea how to handle this new problem they've been presented with and I just... (Though, as an aside, we gotta appreciate that Liam doesn’t pull a Jackson and tell the cops that the boys kidnapped him lol.)

And THEN! When Liam escapes, they're, like, sooo flabbergasted ("Liam what the hell is your problem?") that he's trying to run away as if he should just trust them for some reason.

And then the way they, like, stumble out into the hallway and Stiles just, like, screams to get him (I've seen that gif before sooo many times and seeing it in context is even better) and then just TACKLE him, like...WHAT?!

And then all three of them go tumbling down the stairs, and Stiles is all proud, because he thinks he has him, but then he sees he's just grabbing Scott, and Liam is gone, and Scott is glaring at him, and they just scramble to sit up and stare at the open door and I just...

"Your plan sucked, too."

And the way Stiles just gives him that little “touche" nod because YAH NO SH*T SHERLOCK!!

DUMB*SSES!

LITERALLY DUMB*SSES!

The DUMBEST of dumb*sses.

I absolutely CANNOT with these two.

I love them both so much. XD <3

Things really do tend to go a lot better and a lot smoother when these two have each other, but also....they sometimes play off of each other's chaotic energy a LITTLE too much, and this is the result.

And frankly, between Liam's own screaming and sliding across the hallway in his socks, I get the feeling he's gonna fit right in.

I am so ready to see even more of this trio. XD <3 <3

Anyways here's a gif series of Sciles's dumb*ssery because oh boys... XD <3 <3

(THESE TWO (these three, frankly XD) I CANNOT WITH THEM!!! XD <3)

[tangledstarlight]

apparently it gets to the last week of october and all i want to think about is being human uk and how i can turn it into an au for whoever is living in my head rn

[revelboo]

please pelase if you got the time I miss my ugly dumb puppy waspinator or the shockwave and soundwave fic 😭😭😭

I do love your stories so much tho my tops are the two above, armada starscream, knock out and ugh a few more I love you sooo much thank you for all u do 🙌🙌🙌

He’s a good-ish boy. Thank you for reading my silliness

Worker Bee Pt 11

Waspinator x Reader

• Trying to wolf down your pasta, you barely resist the overwhelming urge to just elbow him in the face. Except then he’ll probably whine at you and you’ll feel guilty about it. Skin prickling when he shifts against your back, mandibles tugging at the ends of your hair, you stiffen. “You better not be chewing on my hair again,” you mutter, the impulse to elbow him in those big optics growing. “You understand you’re heavy, right?” Might as well be talking to yourself as one of his elbows lands alongside yours, his much heavier body almost pinning yours now, hips brushing your butt. Feeling those mandibles spread against your neck and his inner mouth and glossa brush skin- nope. Knocking over your bowl as you roll onto your back and push his head away with both hands, heart racing. “Personal space! Remember personal space?”

• Remembers. Doesn’t really care, but he does remember you fussing at him before. Ducking his head after you, ignoring your attempts to shove him away, he accidentally pushes you along the carpet. Because your scent is different. Shifting and sweetening and he’s fascinated with it. Hears you swearing at him, before finally giving up, that red stuff you were eating in your hair and smeared on your skin as you cover your eyes with your hands. “Scent for Waspinator?” It must be. Finally accepting him.

• “My soap?” There’s pasta squished under you into the carpet and in your hair, and you just want to cry as his mandibles frame your throat, inner mouth and glossa stroking against you. Maybe he’s just hungry and he’s decided you’re food not a friend anymore. An antenna brushing your face makes you shiver. “I’m not food. You know that. Right?” Voice wavering as his glossa slides behind your ear.

• “Waspinator knows,” he hisses, head lifting in offense. And to his dismay you take the opportunity to squirm out from under him, soft little body rubbing against his. Watching your eyes close when you look at the red foodstuff smeared into the floor, little shoulders lifting and falling. Wings flicking, he’s tempted to drag you back down to him, but before he can decide how angry you’ll be if he does, you storm off, leaving the mess. And him.

• Nearly crying when you go into the bathroom, now without a door to even try and close and find the shower still running. And then you are crying in frustration as you strip and slip into the ice cold shower since the water heater ran out who knows how long ago. Trying to dig slimy pasta out of your hair and then, there’s Waspinator. Because of course there is. And there’s no point screaming at him to get out. He never listens. Just sobbing as his antenna flatten to his helm and he steps in with you, an arm dragging you into him as he clumsily tries to help you get the stuff out of your hair. Not complaining about the cold. And you wonder what deity you pissed off to deserve this. Finally giving up and leaning into his warmth, just over it all.

• Gently pressing your face against his throat so he can get to your hair, he tries to ignore the sounds you’re making. Trying to prove to you that he belongs here with you in your hive. That he can take care of you. Feeling you shivering and shaking as you cry like you’re in pain. That sound hurting him, too. Keeping you pressed to him, he finds your smelly stuff you’d used before and washes you. “Waspinator’s here,” he croons, trying his best to soothe you. Still wants to investigate that subtle change to your scent, but willing to wait for now. You’re not going anywhere and neither is he.

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ROSIE!, alpha!simon riley x omega reader

in which captain price sends alpha simon on a much needed vacation to his secluded countryside cabin, but leaves out a most important detail- he has a live in omega caretaker to care for his little cabin when he’s away! and she’s the prettiest, sweetest little thing that simon ever did see..

warnings: alpha/omega universe, mentions/depictions of abuse, smut, pregnancy, kind of forced proximity?, ill add as i go...please note that i know NOTHING about COD but i am in love with the 141 guys and this has been rotting in my brain. abuse is depicted in this one right off the bat,ptsd/nightmares, panty sniffing, face sitting, over stim, biting, squirting, i think our wolf just hates us okay? because everytime i write her, she comes out so mean.

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PART THREE: hurts si’

“You dumb bitch, look what you did!” Glass clattered and a hand made contact with your face, causing something to drop from your hands as they flew to your face for protection, a whimper leaving your puckered lips as sharp shards scatter about the ground and imbed in the skin of your legs, stinging. “Are you fuckin’ dropping shit now? Huh?” Another blow, this one landing on your ear, causing it to ring and your eyes to blur for a moment as you wobbled on the balls of your feet, swaying from side to side. The man yelling at you was larger than you, older. His breath was hot and sour as he screamed in your face, his words sounding a million miles away as you tried to focus. What had you done this time? It wasn’t you that had knocked over the glass of water..you weren’t even near that side of the table..it was all your brother, all the boy who sat and watched as your father threatened to beat you black and blue again for something that you didn’t do. 

The ringing becomes too much, you fall to your knees and groan, head pounding and eyesight blurry, you barely notice the shards of whatever dish had fallen from your hands pushing further into the skin of your shins as you sink to the rough wood floor of the kitchen. 

“...OFF THE FUCKING FLOOR, OMEGA!” He screamed, your hearing seeming to come back around, or maybe he just bellowed loud enough to overpower the ringing..you shook violently, fear and pain ringing through your body as he grabbed you by the hair on your scalp, dragging you across the ground, pushing the sharp bits of glass deeper into your skin..you would have to go digging to get them out now..

“No!NO! Papa, Papa please!” Your voice was frantic, shrill eyes wide as they finally focused enough to comprehend where he was pulling you off to, the familiar dingey wooden door of your own personal hell hole coming into sight. You’d only just been allowed out after..you couldn’t even remember how long..long enough that the days blurred together and you couldn’t tell how many tomorrows had come and passed. “No! I’ll be good, i’ll be good!” You clawed at his arm above you, trying desperately to pry his alpha strength off of your head, kicking your legs in an effort to slow him down, to buy yourself enough time to talk him out of it. 

“There’s no such thing as a good Omega, you’re living proof!” He growls, throwing open the deadbolt to the door before swinging it open. The darkness awaiting you seemed thicker than usual. “You all deserve to be punished! To be hid, to be locked away and never looked at again! You deserve to be treated like the runts and vermin you fucking are! Your mother tricked me into thinking that she was sweet and innocent, that she needed me to protect her, to fill her with little alpha pups, and then she gave me you! And then you killed her when you breathed life and stole hers, and i saw you for what you are, nothing but a conniving, evil monster!” He held your hair tightly at the top of the stairs, forcing you to look up into his eyes as he ranted at you, for something that you didn’t even remember. Weren’t capable of remembering..

He raised you off of your feet and your eyes widened, a shrill plea leaving your chest “NO, NO! N-AHHGH!”

Simon lay in bed, hands balled into fists behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, the moon dancing across it as it shined through his window, jaw clenched as he listened to you whimper and moan through the thin wall separating your room from his. His senses were on high alert, his wolf haywire in his mind. It took every ounce of self control he had not to jerk off to the smell of you, once he started he knows he probably wouldn’t ever stop, not until he’d had the real thing and not just the thought of you. He knew that his cock was probably going to be perpetually hard now, never going to go down until he’d stuffed the meaty length of it into your sweet smelling cunt, not until he’d fucked it good and stuffed it full of his pups would he even be able to think like a normal alpha again. 

The smell of you was intoxicating. It flooded his senses and over powered his mind. You were sweet smelling, decadent he could even say. He had noted it before you’d been in heat but now that you were, even in just the beginning stages, it was more powerful, more endearing and mouth watering. It was enough to make a man forget how to behave. It was enough to drive an Alpha into delirium, to trigger his own rut. 

He grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to think about anything other than you, shoving a knife into someone's chest, pizza and a cheap pint, johnny- no! Not that scottish prick! His wolf howled and he grunted, fisting his own hair just to feel something to keep himself grounded. Johnny wouldn’t shut his trap, his intrusive thoughts and his lack of a thought process allowing him to just blurt out how good you smelled, he could just hear his voice in his head, could hear him “Bet that lit’le cunt is nie’ n warm, wet ‘n sloppy, eh LT? Smells like a fookin’ dream..” He was just shooting up in bed with a growl at imaginary Johnny when your scream pierced his ears, his bedroom door slammed against the wall, ricocheting as he busted through yours after flying down the hallway, practically ripping it off of its hinges. He looked around wildly, looking for any sign of an intruder, ready to fight off some stray Alpha or Beta that might have followed your pheromones from town in hopes of mating and breeding you against your will in the middle of the night. 

He saw nobody, saw nothing but you thrashing wildly in the middle of the king sized bed you had built your nest upon, spotting the hoodie he’d shrugged off of his body and laid in the middle of your spot while you took a hot bath earlier in the day, satisfied that he could leave you alone with something to scent to help calm you down. He had paid enough attention in Omega anatomy class to remember that that was something that you guys craved, and just the scent of a strong Alpha could help ease the pain wrought by your heat. You were in pain, he decided, that was why you had screamed as you had, there was nothing for him to protect you from, nothing for him to keep you safe from in your vulnerable state. 

He had just wrestled his wolf back from the forefront of his mind and was slowly backing away from your bed and back towards the hallway when you let loose another scream, this one was one of pure terror. You were sat straight up in bed, his fight or flight triggered, he throws himself at you, wrapping his arms around you as he throws you back down, tucking you into his body as he looses a mean growl, baring his teeth as he looked all about, trying to find what you were so terrified of. 

“No!NO!” You screamed, thrashing and bucking under him, your eyes squeezed shut. He looks down at you, wolf going crazy. “Help her! HELP HER YOU BIG DUMB OAF CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S SCARED?!” His wolf whimpered, howled, only making Simon’s heart race more as he tried to form a coherent thought. 

“Rosie..” He grunted, patting your face lightly,  still clutching you to his body as best as he could, legs on either side of you as he hovered over you on the bed. “Rosie, lovie, wake up-wake up, lovie..” He patted your face, again, a little harder this time and your eyes finally fluttered, looking up at him. 

“S’mon?” You whispered, hands clutching the chest of his tank top from where your arms were trapped between the both of your bodies, unable to move with his weight pressed against yours. “Had a bad dream..”

He sighs, head leaning down so his forehead is touching yours, noses brushing against each other. “I know, lovie, i know.” He says after a moment, shifting his body so that you’re laying on top of him, using his chest and shoulders as a pillow, legs entwined with his own. All thoughts of breeding you gone and out the window for now, his only thought and instinct to keep you safe. “Not goin’ anywhere okay? Gonna stay right 

‘ere an’ keep you safe..” 

And he did, letting you doze back off on top of him, his mind still reeling as he tried to imagine exactly what had happened in that head of yours to make you scream with such terror, to have you so scared that he could feel your body shaking. He wanted, no he needed to know so that he could make sure you were never scared of it again. So he could take it and obliterate it for ever making you feel anything but safe under the same roof as him. 

Eventually, his wolf and his mind calmed down and he was able to lull himself into a light sleep of his own, his arms not moving from around you. 

You wake to a warmth spread from your head to your toes, a dampness to your skin that had you wriggling out of your sleep shirt with eyes closed still, not registering the soft body beneath you until you went to plop your head back down and it didn’t sink into the soft down of your pillow, but the scraggly hairs of a muscular, wide chest that was poking out of the top of a gray tank top, the kind a man would wear under his tshirt if he wanted the extra layers, or sleep in, you supposed. You knew immediately that it was Simon and as if on cue your wolf fought her way to to the front of your mind, your aching cunt clenching around nothing but your sopping panties as you realized that your mound wasn’t too far from where his cock would be, your leg thrown over his waist, held there by one of his large, meaty hands gripping your equally meaty thigh. 

“Look at him, our pretty Alpha..so handsome, so strong..” She wasn’t wrong, he was pretty. His skull mask was nowhere to be found, and to say it was strange to not see it adorned on his face would be an understatement, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. “Want to give him pretty little pups, let him fill us, please, please, please! I’ll be so good! I promise!” You groan, trying to shut her voice out, though it was hard to do. At this stage, your mind belonged to her, this was her time, and you had always let it be, but you hadn’t had an Alpha home during your heat in..awhile. 

You let your eyes roam over his face for a while, failing to notice the way his breathing changes as he fully wakes up, aware of your gaze. He has such a strong jaw, a strong, handsome face, sweet looking even, you would say, despite the scars lingering along his pale skin. Your lips quiver at the realization that someone had probably put them there and that thought alone made you want to cry because how could anyone ever want to hurt this perfect specimen of an alpha? His nose is terribly crooked, as if it had been broken on more than one occasion..you would know, yours had been broken at least three times that you remembered. You wanted to sit on it. To feel his nose brush against your aching, throbbing clit, to feel his scruff of a beard that had grown over night against the apex of your thighs, leaving beard burn as he fucks you with his wet, strong tongue. 

You don’t notice that your hips are bucking against the side of his hard stomach, don’t realize you’ve whimpered until his hand squeezes your thigh, fingers marking the skin from the way that he grips at it, brown eyes suddenly shot open and staring you down, full lips tugged into a wicked smirk. 

“Easy there, babygirl..” He grunts, voice thick and raspy after not having used it for a bit. 

You pout at his words,  wolf whimpering. The desperate noise leaves your throat and you feel no shame as your hips buck again, needing the friction. 

“Hurts Si’..” You whimper, not giving a damn to ask why he was in your bed in the first place. You remembered having a nightmare, remembered him vaguely waking you from it. You assume he had stayed to make sure you were okay. “Need you..need you to help me, Simon..please?” 

He closes his own eyes at your words, fingers digging further into the fat of your thigh, as if he’s trying to control himself. You don’t want him to, you want hm to lose control, to use you in any way he saw fit, you wouldn’t fight him, would be as pliable for him as you could possibly be, you just wanted to breathe in his scent, suck his cock into your aching pussy for a bit..like a chew toy for the wolf taking over your mind. 

You can’t help but to giggle for a second at the thought, you couldn’t help but to think that his cock was probably big enough to pose as a chew toy anyway, no way you could get your mouth all the way around it if he let suck it. 

“Rosi-”

“Simonnn” You preen, pouting at him and you can just feel the resolve break. Oh! What a good Alpha, not making us beg! “Please help me..hurts..need you so bad..please!”

A growl bubbles in his chest and you could how in excitement knowing you’ve won, “Fine!” Knowing he’s about to bully his cock into your cunt until he’s had his fill, until you’re crying and begging him for more, until he’s knocked you up good with one of his little blonde pups- “But i’m not going to fuck you,” A whine as you pout and you watch his eyes widen, watch him fight with himself for a second as he shakes his head, as if shutting up that voice that you  know he hears too. “No-don’t do that babygirl..You listen to me now.” The sternness in his voice catches your attention, your cunt pulsing at the way it radiates through you. “I want to fuck you so bad, lovie, want to sit you on my cock for fuckin’ hours, believe me, it’s all ‘ve been able to think about since I walked into that garden..but I can’t do it when you’re not all the way there, when you’re delirious in heat..” A pout that damn near breaks him, that definitely breaks the wolf in his head, howling ricocheting in his ears as he tries to talk. “I’m going to fuck you, lovie, but not until your heat is done, yeah? Don’t worry babygirl, m’still gonna help you though, know it hurts, baby, know you need my help..” 

You hadn’t realized he had bunched the waistband of your panties in his hand until then, letting go of your thigh to pull at the seam of the fabric, ripping it apart and tugging it from your mound. You watch with wide eyes as he brings the soaked cotton to his crooked nose, closing his eyes as he takes a long sniff, a deep growl radiating through the room as he opens his eyes, staring straight into yours as his fist clenches around your panties. 

“Cm’ere, babygirl.” He grunts, pulling at you so that you’re sitting directly on his chest, pussy leaving a wet swatch in his chest hairs as he squeezes both hips. “Wanna sit on my face, don’t you? Saw the way you were looking at me, know just what you were thinkin’ huh?” You nod your head, but make no move to actually do it. You’re so big? What if you suffocate him? Bitch shut the fuck up and let him eat your fucking pussy, you whiney brat! He’s a big boy, he can fucking take it! You had the random thought that your wolf might actually try and kill you if you didn’t let her enjoy this, if you didn’t swallow your self conscious thoughts and let this glorious man eat you for breakfast. “Aht-aht, stop thinking whatever it is you’re thinking-” He pulls your hips so you’re sitting just below his neck now, your hands immediately catching yourself on the headboard, preventing him from pulling you up past his chin. He narrows his eyes at you, you see him shake his head, the firm line his plus lips are set in. A warning to behave and let him be in control. “Don’t-you want this, don’t you..want me to help you? Need me to make it better?” 

“Pleas-ungh” In a show of pure strength, he has you fully sat on his face before you can finish the word, warm, thick tongue devouring you as swirls it around your clit, you can’t help the rock of your hips or the way your head throws back as you moan when his tongue teases your aching whole, nose rubbing against your clit the way you imagined it when you tilted your hips. 

He groans beneath you, hands splayed on your bare ass cheeks, holding you in place as he grips so hard you’re sure his fingerprints will be permanently indented into your skin, not that you think you’d really mind it. “That’s it lovie, ride my face..”

You didn’t have to be told twice now that you had started. The way his tongue worked you open, the way he held you in place but still let you rut your hips against his face, making a slimy, glistening mess..his stubble brushed against your inner thighs, keeping you grounded from coming on the spot, though it doesn’t last for long. He’s got you coming within moments, skilled tongue going between clit and your pulsing hole, giving you what you needed as you rocked back and forth, taking what you wanted. “Tha’s a good girl, lovie..give me one more?” 

You’re not sure how many ‘one more’s’ you give him, but by the time he’s got you on the brink of over stimulation, he’s got his whole tongue buried in your hole, his teeth nibbling at your clit as you buck and tremble, tears brimming your eyes as you grip his hair in each hand, tugging harshly. His hands pushed up your shirt, exposing your soft, pudgy belly to him as he squeezed your tits in each of his large palms, fingers playing with your nipples as he fucks you with his mouth, cries and whimpers leaving your own. 

“Si-oh-mm, please! I can-so good, feel’s so good!” You’re a babbling mess, cheeks red as your thighs shake, still clenched around his head. He’s been at it for almost an hour and you swear he’s barely come up from air, he’s barely let you move off of his face for more than a moment, his mouth leaving your cunt only to praise you or bite into meat of your thighs, leaving a harsh imprint of his mouth, a reminder that this is in fact real. You’re on the brink of another when you realize that this one feels different, feels almost painful, even. “Si-mo-n, si-ugh-umf..hur-urts…” You screech out, swatting at the top of his head, he only grunts, pulling you down farther onto his mouth, his hands going back to grip your tighs, leaving your precious tits unattended as he does, holding you there as he brings another harsh bite to your clit, sending you over the edge. “Simon!” You shout, vision going blurry as something snaps in your lower belly, a gush of fluid coming from your cunt that has your cheeks heating as Simon groans out below you, lapping it up as quickly as it comes out, slurping even as he continues to make out with your pussy as you slouch against the headboard, being sure to avoid your overly sensitive clit as he does, leaving open mouthed kisses to your mound that honestly could have had you coming again if you weren’t entirely fucked out just from his mouth. How many was that? Five? Six? 

“You okay up there babygirl?” His voice is thick and raspy, sexy as he peeks up at you from between your still shaking legs. All you can do is nod meekly, unsure of what to say, mind oddly quiet as you pant out breaths, trying to come down from such an epic high. “Squirted al’over me lovie, legs are still shakin’” He’s chuckling at you, big warm hands rubbing your thighs in an effort to soothe the shaking. 

“M’sleepy, si’” You whimper out, still sagged against the headboard, mind gone numb, legs gone soft, heat and wolf satiated for the time being. 

“Yeah?” He asks, voice soft as he sits up slowly, sliding you down his body. Your clit catches on his chest hairs and the fabric of his now soaked tank top on the way down and your hips jumps, your whimper ringing out as he shushes you, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. “Need’ta nap baby?” 

Your eyes are already closing before you can get the words out, before you can even nod your head, you barely register the way his lips kiss the side of your head as he leans back with you in his arms, the way his scent floods your senses, easing you into an easy slumber, as if that had been his plan all along. The last thing you remember before sleep takes you completely is wondering what the hell you had gotten yourself into with him..

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[sleep-0-deprived]

I just had a thought when I caught a short glimpse of bunny ready but like..what if? Hear me out brother. But what if..why if bunny m!reader is a student with like the teacher’s pet lyrics as a guide? Like some specific lyrics could be incorporated into the plot. It that weird???

My brother you may be onto somethin— it’s a fucked up idea but that’s what this blog is for—

Like jus imagine- bein the bunny boy that the wolf teacher is havin an affair with! Oh it’s so unexpected- he’s married to such a pretty fox but her pussy doesn’t feel the same as you, his orgasms aren’t as strong as with you- but you’re jus some bunny boy with melancholy cravin all the love he can give you but Y’know it won’t ever be E’nough for you. You feel like shit on the daily being his side boy but you can’t stop— your bunny tail in the air getting your guts squished around over his desk all teary eyed poutin “if I’m so special why am I secret”

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All the older male can do is croon you on and on bout how you’re only secret cause he keeps his prizes to himself— he doesn’t think of you like a lover just a dumb boy to play predator on- but you aren’t a full blown bunny? You don’t hop and he doesn’t own you. But he’d make you feel so worthless he’d manipulate you into being his- he’d break you down into a quick blowjob under the desk at lunch and kiss stains on his thighs while you sniffle— god you’d think his favorite hobby is pulling those bunny ears.

Just imagin all the guilt eatin up your poor bunny thoughts! Bunnies weren’t meant to have such problems but all he did was fill you up with em’ you’d feel guilty every time he ate your ass N’ fucked you- you felt so terrible all those times he’d say how better you were than his wife, gosh your ears would just lay all flat N’ sad I mean don’t know why you even need me. All that guilt slowly pushing its way in his head maybe for some sick reason he feels that guilt- his skin crawls when you moan- he’d shove his fingers in your mouth to feel less ��do you regret the things we shared I’ll never forget”

You’d get so twisted you’d start to enjoy how he broke you and glued you together again, you already felt angry with yourself but something about how you’d bite your pencils and flick your bunny ears in class giving him a knowing look staying behind all the other students even going far enough to ask “if I pass this quiz will you give me your babies?” You wanted all guys wide had, you wanted to have him and give him pups- you could do just as good as she could?

Taglist @yyuinaa @kimisbunny @unstab1eperson2 @asher-is-hotxp @silvern1006

[sibyllinebooks]

teen wolf boys and their love languages:

a/n: this is not proofread and it’s also my first post so be nice or i’ll cry lolol ( most of these can be read as platonic or romantic ) ok bye

scott: acts of service. hear me out: this boy takes care of EVERYONE. he’s the alpha, he always has to know the answers. the pack has a problem? everyone goes to him to help. so the moment you do something for him? he’s so relieved. it takes the constant weight off of his shoulders, if only for a little bit. and he might not say it, but he appreciates it so much. even if it’s as simple as helping him with his homework or doing some of the chores around his house he’s so dumb struck he doesn’t know what to do with himself. once, you brought his mom dinner when she had an overnight shift at the hospital and he swore to himself he would marry you. he’s so used to everyone needing him he’s never considering his own needs.

stiles: this. man. loves. TOUCH. his adhd makes his self control and impulses non-existent. if he wants to touch you, he’ll do it. he’ll hug you from behind or hold your hand or put his hand in your back pocket. sitting next to each other? your thighs are pressed together. across the table? he’s playing footsies with you. in class? his seat is right next to yours so he can reach his foot out to nudge you. sleepover? you’re cuddling ( and yes, sometimes he is the little spoon ). he always has to be touching you no matter what. maybe it’s the fact that he feels if he doesn’t, he’ll lose you the way he lost his mom. even platonic stiles is very loose with his touch. high fives, fist bumps, stupid secret handshakes, hugs, etc.

isaac: everyone saying physical touch because he’s been touch starved: you’re not wrong but i think it’s mainly words of affirmation. he’s so used to being told he’s worthless, that he’s disposable, easy to throw away. so the moment you tell him you appreciate him, that he makes you smile, that you’re proud of him, that he has VALUE, he has a hard time containing how loved it makes him feel. he often freezes up and mutters an awkward “thank you”. even if it’s just a simple “good job” for getting a good grade on a test, it helps him unlearn all of the negative beliefs about himself his dad imposed on him. he would be into physical touch with his romantic partner and people he’s close to but words of affirmation is gold.

liam: i had a tough time with liam but i think his would be quality time/body doubling. liam has always had a hard time with people wanting to be around him. they always treat him as fragile because of his IED, thinking that he’s one step away from going off. even more so when he became a werewolf. so for you to willingly spend time with him without any expectations involved? it makes him feel like maybe he isn’t all bad. you could be doing homework in his room together or watching a movie on the couch or literally sitting next to each other staring at a wall. he’s just happy someone wants to be around him and isn’t treating him like they’re walking on eggshells. liam only wants to feel like he’s normal and you’re happy to provide that for him.

derek: i was trying to do a different one for each of them but i feel like derek is a mix of acts of service and quality time. he’s had to rely on himself from such a young age that he’s grown self-sufficient to a fault. and when he was an alpha, he had to learn to take care of others and like scott, i think it took a toll on him to have to be the wise leader who always knows the answers. in that sense, i do think he knows what he wants. so if he asks for something, you’re happy to comply. now as to why i think quality time is also a big thing for him. he knows he can’t be alone all the time. but even with that, sometimes he doesn’t want to talk. sometimes he only needs your presence to reassure him he’s not alone. derek is a strong, silent type and i think that reflects in his needs.

[cherry-pop-elf]

could i ask for headcanons of what petnames / endearments the Weasleys like to be called by their significant other 😄

thank you if you do! and thanks anyways for reading this even if you don't 😊

Oh my god this is so adorable yes yes yes yes yes-! The flip side of what the Weasley call you. Now THEY must be attacked with the affection mwhaahahah!!!!

Nick Names The Weasley Siblings Like To Be called By

William ‘Bill’

His siblings, and the goblins at the bank, get to give him little wolf inspired nick names. Anyone else will be stabbed. But you are the exception to the rule. He won’t lie. He always gets flustered whenever you call him “Mr. Wolf” all teasingly, in a sing song tone. What gets him red in the face is you calling him “Red Riding Hood-“ Tho. As a flip of the script, and also the fact he’s a red head. That’s the only nick name you are blessed with saying. Calling him Red, Big Red Wolf, and other teasing nick names of that nature. Maybe the Weasley twins, on a good day, but you are his little fairy tale.

Charlie

He’s the playboy type, so you calling him Big Boy is a winner. Daddy to. That’s one way to get his engine going real fast. He does have a nick name he likes that you are only allowed to say, and not infront of company. Amber. He likes the nick name amber. A cute play on the fact many dragons of hoards, and a compliment to his ginger hair. Makes him feel like he’s precious. Big guys deserve to feel soft.

Percy

He’s not really one for nicknames. It feels childish to him. He has an image to uphold. He’s always trying to act like he’s the exception and what everyone aspires to be. Doesn’t help Molly fed that idea to him. Still, what gets him to flush will be those cheesey wifey names. Calling him Pumpkin, Honey, Dear, Darling. The classics. Hey, his nose is always in books. He’s got that hopeless romantic in him.

Fred

Freddy, kinda a given. A names branching off that. It’s simple and classic. But everyone does that. Like Charlie, he’s a sucker for the Big Boy comments. His real heart stopper, though, gotta be Boss/Bossman. Bossman in the playful tone, and Boss for the…You know what tone. What can he say? It feels good to be in charge.

George

Similar to Fred. Georgie though gets to him a lot. He loved being called Georgie. Along with very sugary names. Like Pumpkin, Sugar, Cupcake, Sweetie, stuff like that. He’s adorable like that. He loves flirty nick names. He just loves it. Call him Teddy Bear, and he’s puddy in your arms. Since he loves hugs and cuddles.

Ron

Ever since his sixth year at Hogwarts, he’s kinda not the most excited by nicknames. Can you blame him? He LITERALLY got drugged. Bro. There is an exception, though. It sounds egotistical, but it really isn’t. He loves when you call him “My Hero.” He doesn’t really feel appreciated or as loved as the others. He deserves to feel special. He’s not smart like Hermione, special like Harry, and don’t get him started on his siblings. Make him feel special. He deserves it.

Ginny

She has a weird thing about her femmnity. Not because she was raised by brothers. Just that she is excepted to be femmine, and gets called a pick me for not being it. So Nick names are very but it miss. Her siblings get a pass, but still. You gotta find that special one. You took notice how her siblings did dumb names. Like to make fun of the act of Nick names. Such as Gin Gin, Ginger Ale. Stuff like that. So, one day, you called her your “EnerGinny Drink-“ She laughed so hard she fell off her broom. Now you have an inside joke that her nick name is “Energy.” Only the twins figured it out, but are bros and keep hushed. So you two can have your special inside joke.

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

rewatching sonic twittok takeover #7 and there were some fucking GEMS of moments in here that i just kinda forgot about so recap

the boys were being SUCH boys in this one. making fart jokes and getting knuckles to hit himself was SO funny

shadow says his favorite flowers are lantanas

knuckles says she wants to see a version of sonic with laser eyes. nobody tell him about fleetway

tails "i hope there's a sonic that's my best friend <3 oH WAIT <3 THAT'S YOU!!! :D"

knuckles's answer to "what's under your gloves" is "what are you, a cop?" he implies this question is invasive

tails describes his own fur as "yellow-orange"

in the "sonic's dream" question, it's implied that sonic is a lil bit needy for attention. also knuckles mentioned he had a dream that the master emerald was talking to him

eggman has seen the incredibles

knuckles also made a ref to "so you're saying there's a chance" which implies he might've seen dumb and dumber. it's also a jim carrey reference

the team makes fun of knuckles for having a crush on rouge (whether or not he actually has a crush or if they're just annoying him on purpose is never stated, but tails did say knuckles bought her daisies. which is funny bc where the hell did knuckles get that money. tails also says he knows bc "he's a gossip")

knuckles refers to himself as "knuckles echidna", which probably wasn't an intentional reference to satam/underground sonic being "sonic hedgehog" but i appreciated it

knuckles once found shadow standing and staring silently at the trees of luminous forest and immediately, without question, started standing there staring with him

tails tries to suck up to razer gaming computers' official account which is really cute

tails gets dizzy during spin-dashing. amy used to but got used to it. sonic was really surprised to hear this

IF WE ALL DON'T REMEMBER THE TAILS "FEAR OF THUNDER" QUESTION WHAT EVEN ARE WE. tails homeless canon

tails says he admires eggman's work ethic and that made eggman emotional bc he doesn't get complimented much

when asked what eggman's fursona would be, amy suggested a fox or a wolf, sonic suggested a sloth or a baby flicky, which made me think of that one @neurotypical-sonic post

knuckles immediately tells a knuckles fan that he's a "terrible role-model" and he shouldn't have fans. then says of his personality: "everything sucks."

amy calls her fortune cards a hyperfixation, which implies that she's canonically neurodivergent

knuckles tries to steal amy's fortune card that has the master emerald on it

amy confirms that her bracelets aren't inhibitor rings which is funny cause that's like, an old 2020 post of mine lmao

amy claims shadow had fun at the hot honey concert and then asks sonic if he was jealous. sonic then proceeded to say that he's great company at a concert. amy invites everyone to a concert and knuckles says he wants to be in the mosh pit. tails says he wants to practice his line dance

when asked how he feels about shadow, tails calls him a misunderstood tragic hero and immediately points out that he's lost someone close to him and been "grappling with that for years."

HYSTERICAL moment when someone asks for rings and knuckles immediately punches sonic and steals his rings

eggman can't even remember starline's name. like bro you killed him

when asked about winter activities, knuckles likes snowball fights, sonic likes snowboarding, amy likes holiday decorating (and is one of the bitches who starts November 1), eggman says seasonal depression gives him great ideas, and tails didn't say anyth

sonic likes trains and supporting public transportation

sonic says he loves sleeping. eggman's been trying "intermittent sleep" which isnt going well

"would you guys like sonic if he was a worm" amy and tails say they would, knuckles says he wouldn't. sonic then quips that amy is a lil scared of bugs

vanilla apparently is constantly inviting the entire sonic squad for dinner. they seem to go over regularly

eggman eats paint

knuckles isn't allowed on the internet without supervision since the "incident."

amy and tails want to be more independent, knuckles wants to be less so.

"if you could swap roles with someone for an entire day, who would you choose" tails wanted eggman in order to get a hold with his tech

"is it painful to give knuckles a fist bump or a handshake" yes

eggman did indeed dissolve GUN during forces

it's implied tails knows what five nights at freddy's is. sonic freddy fazbear will be AT the fridge

sonic liked fighting fang and the end (which he referred to as a narcissistic planet), tails liked fighting chaos cause he "came into his own" during that game, amy says neo metal sonic gave her a headache, and knuckles says he has fought a lot of ghosts

eggman's goggles are for wind protection and style

tails's tails don't get tangled bc he's careful

trip has still been on the northstar islands this whole time. girl really looked out at the planet broken into shards and said "not my fucking problem"

[atopvisenyashill]

Is Lyanna really as terrible as some people portray her as?

no, not even a little bit.

the absolute most important thing about lyanna is that when she dies she is only 16. i am someone who works with kids - i work in a library so i spend most of my days cleaning up after tweens and asking teenagers to please stop doing dumb shit- and the first thing anyone who has ever worked with kids and especially teenagers is that they may look like adults but they are NOT. they don’t understand boundaries, they have next to zero impulse control, and every bad thing that happens feels like the worst thing ever because it very likely IS the worst thing they’ve ever experienced bc they have not been alive that long!

and this goes for every single teen & tween character in this series, not just lyanna! shit, i am someone who feels an immense amount of sympathy for joffrey! on one side he’s got his mother telling him he can do anything he wants with no repercussions and on the other he’s got his father hitting him so hard that stannis thought joffrey was going to die. and then he is given unchecked power and told not to abuse it! EYE cannot even guarantee that i wouldn’t use unchecked power to do shady shit and i am a fully grown adult, not a traumatized, irrationally, and deeply vindictive 13 year old boy.

but honestly the most important thing about lyanna is that we have ZERO CONTEXT for what happens between her and Rhaegar. What we have is

Ned’s sparse & guilt ridden thoughts about Lyanna and one (1) comment about Rhaegar

Robert’s angry, entitled, and grief ridden outbursts about Lyanna and Rhaegar

Barristan’s incredibly romanticized, guilt & grief ridden take on their relationship

Meera’s second hand account of Lyanna, told to her by a father who is likely just as guilt & grief ridden as the others, who likely has his own view of Lyanna

What’s important to note is that our view of her is heavily filtered through the eyes of the men that knew her. Robert loves an idealized version of her that never existed. Barristan never actually knew her. Ned is not only viewing her under 200 layers of guilt and grief, but very obviously does not understand his sister, or why she made the choices she did, and struggles constantly with knowing that he will never know her the way he wishes he could, the way he thought he did. Given the way Meera describes Lyanna, I actually think Howland is our most accurate look at her but even that is buried behind years of grief & a fair amount of hero worship and affection (“that’s my fathers man you’re kicking howled the she-wolf” is a line that makes me WEEP for this exact reason; Howland sees Lyanna as his hero above all else!).

All of that to say - we don't even know what Lyanna did that was so terrible! Even if she was a grown woman capable of making rational decisions, we have no idea what her decisions were. She could have been lied to, misled, kidnapped, threatened, just as surely as she could have walked into the situation with open eyes. Even in the show, with a slightly aged up Lyanna - we get, what, just Sam's opinion on Rhaegar and Lyanna being in love because they got hitched? Completely ignoring the fact that we had several women in this series get married not because they were in love or willing but because someone more powerful decided on it and that was that, so there's still no evidence that Lyanna had enough information about the situation to make any sort of informed, consensual decision.

so no, i do not hold lyanna responsible for anything at all that happened regardless of how it happened because she was not mentally mature enough to understand what the hell was going on. a 15 year old is just not mature enough to think “if i run off with this married man, it’s going to cause a cascade of political issues that could have disastrous consequences.” what she’s probably thinking is “this man says he can help me and i am fucking miserable and no one else will listen.” it’s why we don’t throw 15 year olds who run away to meet up with old dudes they met online in jail when they’re caught (or theoretically why we don’t punish them at any rate). There is one person and one person only who is responsible for the massive fuck up that is the Elia-Rhaenys-Aegon-Lyanna-Jon mess and that is RHAEGAR, the person with the most amount of power who used it in the dumbest way imaginable and got himself, most of his heirs, his wife, and his teenaged mistress killed. The only other people responsible are the Kingsguard who kept Lyanna under lock and key while she lay dying and pleading for her brother to come save her.

[dearly-somber]

20/20 Vision | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. slow burn, fluff, f2l (friends-to-lovers), pining, mutual pining, unrequited love, drama, high school!au, university!au, eventual romance, eventual smut

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 897

-> warnings. Literally nothing this is pure fluff 🥹🤍

-> a/n. Glasses!Kook origin story!! Y/N lore drop!! (P.S. This takes place before Because It’s Soft!)

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Dec. 9th, 2023 @ 10:03

-> fin. Sun., Jan. 28th, 2024 @ 12:31

-> edited. Thurs., Feb. 1st, 2024 @ 17:44

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

You knew something was up when Jungkook—a boy who’d once spotted a squirrel in the road while driving at nearly 100kph—started squinting at the projector not even five meters in front of him.

Even though the two of you sat around the middle of your class, you’d frequently turn to find him angrily squinting at the board, struggling to read your smaller than average handwriting even though he’d never found it difficult before.

Now, sitting in your living room with homework strewn all along the floors and Jungkook nose deep his English textbook, you finally come to the conclusion that his vision might not be so 20/20 anymore.

“Jungkook,” you say concerned as he lets out a frustrated sigh, sitting upright with a frown etched deeply into his face.

“I can’t see,” he complains, groaning and rubbing at his temples. “And my head feels like it’s about to explode.”

You reach out to run your hand through his hair, biting on your lip when he unhesitatingly leans into the touch. “You can’t see?”

“No,” he pouts. “Everything’s blurry.”

“Jungkook.” You rub at his earlobe once before pulling away, searching his face with a pitying smile. “The font isn’t that small—I can read it just fine from where I’m sitting.”

He manages to look offended. “Okay. And?”

You sigh, placing your hand over his, like you’re about to deliver some bad news. For someone so smart, he can be so dumb. “I think you should see an optometrist.”

His doe eyes widen. “No,” he whispers, genuinely afraid-sounding.

You smile apologetically and pat his hand.

He pulls away from you to press the palms of his hands into his eyes, fake-crying into them like the drama-queen he is. “Fuck,” he whines.

You push up from the kitchen table and walk around to massage his shoulders, as if he’s a football player getting hyped up before his next big game. “It’s okay,” you soothe.

“I need glasses?” He sounds so sad, you can’t help but laugh a little.

“It’s not the end of the world!” you laugh. “Besides, I think it’ll suit you.“

“But what about soccer? I can’t play with glasses, they’ll get broken, or, or—“

“Contacts are a thing, remember?”

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

Now, a couple of days later, you knock on the packhouse doors with an eager smile, greeting Jimin with a long hug. “Is Jungkook home yet?”

“Yeah, he’s upstairs.”

“Thanks!”

The way to Jungkook’s room is a familiar one. As soon as you enter the pack house you turn right and head a single flight of stairs to the second floor where all the rooms and main bathrooms are. What is new, is all the various pictures hanging on the wall.

You take a moment to admire the new frames you assume either Seokjin or Rosé hung up between today and the last time you were here (around three days ago, now), smiling fondly at the closeness and joy in each picture.

It’s a large 24x48 canvas framed in a beautiful burgundy wood with golden highlights (which seem to have been painted on by hand), and it makes your heart stop.

It’s of a photo you took with the pack a few days after your birthday.

Your heart aches sweetly at the sight of Yoongi with his arms wrapped brotherly around your shoulders, free arm hoisting his whiskey into the air, a large grin on his face. Next to him is Jungkook, both hands in the air, yelling at the top of his lungs with one of those bottled glasses of coke. And around you, the rest of the pack.

Rosé and Jennie crouched beneath you, forming hearts with their arms on either side of your legs; Jisoo, Hoseok, Jin and Taehyung laughing at their brothers off to the side; Lisa yelling at the top of her lungs while being carried bridal style by Namjoon; Jimin on the floor at Rosé and Jennie’s feet, slightly blurred around the edges from setting up the camera.

It was the best night of your life.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You look at Jungkook with a smile on your face, which quickly turns into an appreciative grin. “Why, look at you!”

Jungkook laughs shyly, reaching up to self-consciously push his glasses further up his nose. It’s a simple frame: black metal, kind of large but not overly so, a little boxy.

“It looks good!” you say as you finally make your way up the stairs, giving him a quick side hug before making your way to his room.

“You think so?” He holds the door open for you and then lets it slide halfway closed, joining you on the edge of his bed where you’ve already taken up one of his controllers.

“Definitely. Really frames your face.”

He groans. “Not you, too. Jin hyung’s been making glasses jokes all day.”

You laugh, nudging him in his side while starting up It Takes Two (a game you’d asked him to get so you could play together). “I would too, Four Eyes.”

He growls, not even giving you time to think before his hands are at your sides.

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

Downstairs, Jimin shakes his head at your loud pleas for mercy and defeating scream-laughter with a fond smile, handing Jin another plate to dry off. “I wish those two would get together already.”

“Patience,” Seokjin chides with an equally fond grin. “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

[fuckin-sick-bih]

shhhh i'm rambling about my oc Hale sick and struggling below

okay listen. i'm autistic and the way i experience the world is very 6 senses focused i guess? but last night it was that sweet kind of bitter cold again where scents travel differently and blah blah molecules and cold air etc ANYWAY it gets me in such a Hale Mood cause his poor nose is so sensitive, but i have exactly 0 energy to write rn and it's KILLING ME

i just want my boy. bundled, freezing his tail off, sneezing desperately into some mittens as he tries to go about his day. poor thing gets exhausted trudging through the deep snow to go start his sled to get to town because he's NOT walking today. too tired. then the freezing cold air smacking him in the face as he rides into town making his nose run and him snuffling like crazy as he wanders a couple aisles.

every local who passes gives him a scowl, not just because he's the Head's failure son, but because he's inadvertently spreading germs while out and about this sick. but he needs groceries damn it and didn't think to call someone to go get them for him. besides... who would? he's only got a handful of friends and most aren't willing to help him like this.

so he snuffles, sucks up his self pity, and goes to check out. even just trying to pay is a mess. the cashier standing impatiently, waiting for him to pay, as he launches into another unfortunately mess producing fit. as a last minute thought, he grabs a travel pack of tissues, scans them himself, and rips them open to use one.

[mirensiart]

Hey Miry what are some fun (or maybe angsty) headcanons you have for the boys, including Chain?

Hmmmm 🤔 ok let me think

Sky: I know most people headcanon Warriors as the field medic, but I feel Sky is also versed in first aids and is really good at it, he has excellent bedside manner. Like the knight academy probably taught him all about it, so the 3 medics of the gang are warriors, hyrule and him. I also believe he has an impeccable stitch technique, like barely leaves scars at all. Really dexterous with his hands too, thanks to his wood crafting and harp playing, he's really good with them hands lmao.

Four: he's a blacksmith sure, and knows a lot about making weapons and maintaining them, but I like to believe he's also really good and making stuff out of leather. Like he knows how to make leather belts and pouches for the weapons his grandpa makes or leather clothes as protection in battle. Idk just a very crafty little guy that offers the entire deal aka a weapon and the leather belts to carry it, all in one service hehe

Time: I like to believe he lost his eye in a very mundane non heroic way, like maybe he fell off a rowdy horse and landed in the worst way possible or a farm centric accident. He makes up different stories about how he lost it, every time someone asks, he changes it, some stories are batshit insane and some others are super normal. He actually has told the real way he lost the eye in between the fake stories, but no one believes him. He thinks it's hilarious btw.

Twilight: I've mentioned before that I headcanon him to be a very sensitive guy, like small things can make him tear up aka a baby animal absolutely makes him want to start sobbing lmao. I like to believe he gossips and talks a lot with his epona as wolfie, like when you're in wolf form in twilight princess you can talk to animals and epona is so sweet with him when you talk to her, they are soulmates man. The guys do something dumb and he turns into wolfie just to walk to epona like "can u believe those guys??" Epona knows everything tbh like he tells her everything, she's the only one who truly knows his woes over losing midna.

Wind: I love to believe the little guy can legit control the winds, like the wind waker is a way for him to channel his magic, but he can control the wind unconsciously, too. When he gets really mad, the winds pick up speeds around him, or if he's happy, a gentle breeze circles around him, etc. His hair is always blowing in the breeze even when he's inside doors, and there's no wind. It just does that.

Legend: Excellent gardener, has a talent for growing plants, flowers, and trees. They flourish under his care. Extremely particular about soil and water and shadow/light for his plants, he not only has an apple orchard, but also grows veggies and rare flowers. Ravio maintains his garden under extreme rules and guidelines lmao ravio is not allowed to sell the apples or veggies from legend's garden, but legend encourages rav to use them for cooking instead.

Hyrule: disney princess aka animals love him lmao typical guy who befriends every single creature he meets, he could pacify a bear if he wants to. His fae part is what makes him have such an affinity with nature in general, I see him as the elves from LOTR who can feel and communicate with trees and they guide him. It's why he never uses maps, he doesn't need them.

Wild: using LOTR as my base for headcanons again lol but I see him like aragorn in the sense that aragorn is a human who was raised by elves so he feels a strong connection to elf culture because of it. I picture wild to be the same, but with the zoras, since he was childhood friends with mipha, we can imply he spent A LOT of time in zora's domain as a child. He is way more versed in zora customs, language, holidays, etc, than the hylian ones. It's also why I feel the older zora are so pissed off with him in botw, like they saw him as one of their own for so long, utter betrayal that he didn't protect their princess (mipha) and failed them all lol he has some zora mannerism in the sense that sometimes, he eats fish raw LMAO when he absentmindedly ate one in front of everyone the first time everyone was shocked for a while lmao

Warriors: absolute nervous wreck, always riddled with anxiety, really low self-esteem, is probably screaming 24/7 inside his head at all times, but is EXCEPTIONAL at faking it, like fake it til you make it is his way of life lmao he exudes over confidence and is always worried about his looks as a way to hide how much of a mess he truly is. Time & Wind has seen him at his worst and know that he's a great actor, which helps him cause he can stop pretending around them for a while

And now my link lmao

Chain: All bark, no bite. He is ironic and sarcastic and shows himself as a tough guy, but he's actually a sweetheart, and things get to him pretty easily. He learned pretty early on than carrying his heart on his sleeve is a really bad idea around the Bounty Hunter guild, since soft nice guys don't last long, so he replies to hurtful comments with sarcasm and a tough attitude, when in reality he's really hurt lmao he also jokes to cope, he'd rather throw a joke or two at you than really open up and talk about his feelings.

[eccentricallygothic]

Dating Joel Miller

Pairing: Bf!Joel Miller | Reader.

Warning(s): Age gap (reader is in their 20's), allusions to mature activities, mild d/s dynamics, fluff, cg!Joel, Daddy kink, begging, making out. I'll be safe and say minors do not interact.  

Setting: TLOU 2.

He's definitely an experience. 

Single-handedly rocks your world in more ways than one. 

So, so laid-back it's fucking sexy. 

Definitely tames the brat out of you. 

What he says goes because he's older and knows better. 

Or?

You live to learn he was right. 

So smug when that happens.

Not very vocal about his feelings but cares for you so much. 

The littlest of things that can easily be missed, Joel makes a point of remembering.  

Won't ever openly admit it though. 

Tough love in an endearing way.

From your favorite snacks to your preferred clothing, to the kinds of flowers or things you like to collect to getting you food whenever he does for himself and picking out the condiments you dislike to being mindful of the drink you prefer with it, he's got it all covered. 

A total ass when it comes to training and you best believe he doesn't hold back on it. After everything that's happened, he wants you to be prepared for anything and everything. 

Only rolls his eyes and shakes his head when you're being the kid that you are with Ellie and Co. 

Simply snorts when you all tease him for being a geezer. 

Because he knows that all it takes him is one certain look if it goes too far. 

And you are whimpering into your place like a puppy yanked by their leash. 

Besides, you can act all high and mighty as you want, Joel knows that the one who will have you all whiny, grabby and mushy underneath them will be him.

Whenever he wants. 

You're down so bad for him, oh my God. 

He knows it, and that's exactly why he doesn't get riled up when foolish little boys try their luck on you. 

Well, that is, not usually.

Loves to tease you and make you beg after you've acted out all day. 

"Oh, but I thought I was an old man who 'just didn't get' y'all, huh baby?" And you're a quivering, panting mess with your limbs tangled in his. 

Great. Fucking. Kisser.

Hot, sloppy, wet, sense melting, passionate kisses while his calloused hands roam all over you, occasionally squeezing the parts that cause you to make such a huge mess in your pants that he tuts when he feels it through your clothes. 

"Noooo, Daddy…" You're literally aching. 

"Tell me what you want, baby. Say it for Daddy and he will give it to ya" you are a writhing mess as your hips grind against his and you hump yourself on one of his thighs. 

"Please, Daddy… Need you so bad, Daddy… Please use me~" it depends on his mood how he treats you in bed though. 

Some days he could be the most tender lover with gentle caresses, featherlight touches, cotton-soft pecks and passionate love making. 

Other days include him pressing your face down into the mattress as his huge cock hammers in and out of your leaking slit, rough bites littering your skin as you struggle to breathe through the animalistic fucking. 

Nothing gets you to cum harder than when he sometimes wraps his hand around your throat, features stern with all that's taking him not to just obliterate you. 

Some days though, he likes to combine the two styles. 

Eats you out like a starved wolf.

But can take his sweet time with that as well.

Lets out the deepest, most throaty grunts when you suck his dick.

Has a couple ways of reprimanding you if you're too clumsy and neglectful with yourself. 

No one else is allowed to give you any shit though. 

Isn't overbearingly domineering at all.

He knows you're young and dumb and will need to make some of your own mistakes to learn.

Always there for you with open arms to console you when you do.

Your silly little friend group definitely knows when to make themselves gone when Joel decides that he's had enough of sharing you for the day and wants you all for himself. 

It's always subtle; like a gentle caress on your shoulder or a soft nudge in your side. Sometimes it can be a claiming hand on your lap. And then everyone knows that it's time to scurry out. 

Doesn't always play voluntarily. 

But when he does, it's for you. 

Especially if there's a storm, or you're extra sensitive from playtime, or just emotional in general. Sometimes he's just feeling affectionate.

Will usually deny it like his life depends on it but there are certain songs, a specific range of lyrics and a peculiar sort of tunes that he plays only for you. 

Every now and then you crawl into his lap after an intimate session and ask him to teach you how to play a song or two. 

Then hours pass with you two just huddled into each other, strumming melodies to life as your naked back presses into his strong chest, your ass fitting perfectly in the crook of his abdomen as he rests his chin on your head and revels in your scent.

Sometimes he slowly cockwarms you in that position as well. 

Cannot sleep without you. 

He wasn't always like this.

But there's no going back now. 

Joel is sure to keep tossing and turning until you're locked up close in his arms. 

Your safety and well-being is his top priority.

Always. 

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Playing TLOU again and boy am I needy for this grizzly bear. Also I haven't watched the show but I love Pedro so yeah. Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated <3 

[citruswriter]

Pookie WHY TF YOU BREAKING MY HEART WITH THAT SHIT 😭😭😭

Breaking Up With Your Partner

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A/N: I'M SO SO SORRY POOKIE! Here, have smthn to ease the soul. 🍵

Previous Part

"We're through," was all you said as you stood in front of your partner. They clenched their jaw, glaring at you. "Excuse the fuck outta me?" Was all they hissed out, eyes narrowing down to death glare you. "You fucking heard me. I'm done with this, with you! All we do is fight! I don't want this anymore! You don't treat me well anymore. You hurt me. And you called the turtles freaks. I won't stand for that". You said, standing firm on your decision. Your partner growled at you, standing up to their full height. "Those monsters got into your dumb little head didn't they? Convinced you to leave me! This is why I didn't want you to be around them anymore! Gosh you are so stupid! How could you not see this?! Those freaks of nature are disgusting!" They shouted. You stood up, animal appendages showcasing your rage. "Say another bad thing about them. I fucking dare you," you seethed, squaring up to them, "They're. Fucking. Disgus-" WHAM! Before you could even think, your fist collided with their face. A brawl broke out but in the end you ended up on top. "We are through. Delete my number. If I ever see you again. I won't hold back". You spat. You left your now ex's apartment. Rage coursed through your veins as you made your way to the lair. You needed to see the boys. See him... "I'm so gonna get scolded".

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Leonardo x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a wolf Neko, Reader has golden eyes, Reader has an ex-boyfriend.

"Woah! (Y/N) you ok?!" Mikey said, immediately noticing your wounds as you stepped into the lair. Donnie came forward to analyze your wounds, gently brushing his fingers over your bruises and cleaning up your busted lip. Leo came out of his room, seeing all the commotion. Donnie was still pestering you with questions making sure you were ok but Leo gently pushed him aside. "(Y/N) what the fuck happened?". Leo asked, his concern peaking through his carefully crafted facade. You looked up at him, golden orbs glinting I'm the low light as you grinned up at him. "Nothing much. Just beat the shit out of my now ex boyfriend." You replied. You were so proud of yourself, tail wagging to showcase your pride. Leo blinked down at you. "Come again?" He all but choked out and you laughed. "Simple. I broke up with him, he had a hissy fit and started insulting you guys, so I beat the shit outta him." You clarified with a casual shrug of your shoulders. "If you think my busted lip is bad, you should see the teeth marks I left in his shoulder". You giggled, flashing your fangs that still had some blood on them.

Leo sighed and tapped your head, "Rascal. That's what you are. I'm glad you stood up for us but please don't get into another fight." He said affectionately before ruffling your hair. You tilted your head, an ear drooping down with you and you smirked. "Careful Leonardo. I might start to think you care about me." You teased and Leo rolled his eyes but grinned down at you none the less. "Yeah well I do care. Arrest me." He chuckled out but you saw that glint in his eyes. There was something he wasn't telling you... "I care about you too, Leo". You said softly, tail wagging softly as you tenderly looked up at him. Leo's heart squeezed and he had to restrain himself from confessing his love for you right then and there. He cleared his throat and took a step back. "Well then, wanna go watch something? Pretty sure Mikey was about to put on a show." He said, changing the subject and you simply nodded. You followed him to the couch and got comfortable beside him. Halfway through an episode, you saw Leo out of the corner of your eye, gazing at you with pure affection. You turned to look at him and gave him a small smile before leaning your back against him.

The blue banded brother loosely wrapped an arm around you, scratching at your ears. You leaned into his touch, facing the TV again. But even as you sat there, trying to focus on the show, your mind wondered to Leo. What was he hiding from you?

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Raphael x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a cat neko, Reader has an ex-girlfriend.

Raph noticed you almost as soon as you walked in. "(Y/N) I know you love me n all but that doesn't mean take after me". He teased as he brought you over to Donnie for him to check you out and clean you up. "Oh please. This wasn't even a cat fight," you replied, flashing a smile his way, fangs and all. His chest rumbled with a chuckle. "What even happened?" Donnie asked and your face screwed up in disgust. "Dumped my girlfriend and she didn't take too kindly to it," you explained, hissing as Donnie cleaned your busted eyebrow. Raph patted you on the back, "That's my kitten," he said lowly and you turned to look at him. "Your kitten, huh? I'm yours now?" You questioned, tone light and playful. It was at that moment that Raph was glad that he was a green, scaly turtle as he felt his cheeks heat up. He just grunted at you and rolled his eyes, "Bet you'd love to be mine babydoll". He grabbed your chin gently, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip before letting you go.

You stood there in shock, facial expression showcasing just how flustered he made you. "Hey wait a minute!" You exclaimed, going to hit his plastron with your fist but he grabbed your wrist. "Calm down, kitten. I'm fuckin with ya," he rumbled. No I'm not. But you wouldn't want to be with an angry freak like me... He thought. You pouted at him, "I think I deserve pets for that one". Raph just chuckled and shrugged in defeat, going to sit on the couch and summoning you over. Your tail swished in delight as you followed him, curling up next to him and laying your head on his large lap. Ralph's large hand quickly found all the good spots that made you purr in delight. Feeling bold, Raph decided to put his other hand on your hip, rubbing comforting circles. You looked up at him and slow blinked, making his heart flutter in his chest, before closing your eyes once more and wrapping your tail around his forearm.

Raph could only sigh out in relief. But as you laid there beside him, you couldn't help but think... Was he hiding something from you?

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Donatello x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a moth mutant, Reader has an ex-girlfriend.

You groaned and walked straight in the direction of Donnie's lab. "Donnieeeeeee!" You whined as soon as you stepped foot into his lab. Donnie's heart swelled at hearing you call his name out, knowing that you immediately made your way towards him. "Yes dove?" He said looking up from his project only to sigh at you. "I punched something again." You muttered, smiling up at him sheepishly. "I can tell. Didn't I tell you not to do that?" He moved to his medical table and you fluttered up to sit on it. "Technically speaking, no. You told me not to punch walls. Didn't say anythin bout people." You reasoned and he rolled his eyes, grabbing a rag to wipe at your bleeding cheek that had been cut during your fight. "Who'd you punch?" He asked, putting a band-aid on your cheek before checking your hands. You shrugged your shoulders, watching his big hands envelope your own small ones. "My now ex girlfriend. She called you guys disgusting freaks of nature. So I put her in her place," you said casually and Donnie blinked up at you. Ex girlfriend? So you broke up with her? Well that's certainly helpful.

"Well you need to stop punching things and people, ok?" He said sternly. You groaned but let out a soft "fine" none the less. He cupped your face with one of his hands, bringing your face up to look at him. "I mean it (Y/N)," he said, tone more firm. Your antenna dropped down and you felt your face heat up. "O-Of course, Donnie." You sputtered out. Donnie realized just how close the two of you were and retreated into himself, dropping his hand and taking a small step back. You leaned forward, tilting your head slightly. "You ok Don?" You questioned and the purple terrapin only cleared his throat and nodded. You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing that he was hiding something but you dropped the subject. "How about we go get some pizza? Celebrate my newfound singleness." You offered gently and Donnie agreed. The two of you stayed huddled up in his lab, eating pizza and drinking soda while the two of you chitchatted about some of his latest projects. But as he rambled on about something he was working on for the NYPD, you just gazed at his face. Something was up with him... You just couldn't tell what.

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Michaelangelo x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader has white feathered wings, Reader has long elf-like ears, Reader has an ex-boyfriend.

You silently snuck into the lair and towards Mikey's room, back of your hand pressed to your nose. "Hey Mikey?" You opened the door without knocking, more focused on your injury. "Do you have a washcloth I can borrow, I think I broke my nose." You asked. Looking up, you almost choked when you saw Mikey just standing there in nothing but boxers. "Sorry! I'll go find Donnie instead," you called out, turning around to leave, heat creeping up your face. "W-Wait no I got a washcloth, hold on." He stuttered out. He pulled on some sweat pants and grabbed a wash cloth, wetting it in the bathroom and handing it to you. "Thanks Mikey... Fuck he hits hard," you said as you cleaned up your hand and bloodied nose. "(Y/N)? Hey are you... are you ok?" He questioned gently and you sniffed, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "Yeah I'm fine. Just broke up with my stupid boyfriend, that's all." You said back, venturing into his bathroom to look at your nose. You sighed, coming to the conclusion that it wasn't broken, just bruised and sore. "Angel? Why don't you come sit with me?" He sat on his bed and motioned you over. "Fuck that guy. He's so mean," you said, angry tears still watering within your eyes. You sat down on the edge of the bed, hesitant to lay in bed with him. Curling up on the couch was one thing but laying together in bed?

"Come here lil mama," was all he said before you felt arms wrap around your waist, dragging you down. You sighed and let yourself be pulled down, adjusting yourself and your wings to get comfortable. You felt Mikey's thumb rub behind your ear and you couldn't help but let them droop in comfort before letting out a chirp. "Somebody's happy," he teased and you chuckled softly. "Sooooo you dumped your boyfriend huh?" He asked gently after a few moments of silence. "Yeah... Caught the bastard talking shit about you guys again. He fucked around so he found out." You murmured back and Mikey hummed back in response. But on the inside, he was ecstatic. You broke up? This was amazing! He could finally make a move! He had his chance again! "Bet you looked hot while beating him up," Mikey said and you cracked open your eyes to look up at him. "Maybe I'll beat you up next time and then you can see how hot I am." You teased back. Mikey laughed and stared down at you with utter adoration. He ran a hand across your feathers and they trembled under his warm touch.

"You ok, Angelo? I don't you seem... off". You asked softly, looking up at him with such concern that his heart nearly burst. "I'm fine, babes." He whispered back, holding you closer. You pressed your lips together but decided not to press him. There was definitely something up with him...

I can start to feel the writers burnout creeping up on me. 😭 How dare. Gonna do smthn more soft for the next level. Feed you guys some fluff.

[nagashtheundying]

the corpse formerly known as trazynstolemygender

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