#its more like cuteness panic where I get scared and run away

[loveisurvival]

those mixx garden online plush orders open up this month right.... I need to check their website I forgot

[buuniebaby]

being long distance with hamzah until 4 months into dating you visit him in Canada where you get to spend ur first night together and can finally touch him. hamzah being so pent up after not being able to touch his pretty gf that when he finally gets to he can’t hold back:((

BREAKING THE DISTANCE 🎀

includes: long distance rls, rough sex, reader is on birth control, creampie

thank yew guys for all the love on my recent works mwahhhh 💝

you’re entirely enamored with hamzah - that’s the long and short of it.

it’s why sitting in an uber, anxiously bouncing your leg up and down, waiting impatiently to finally see him in person for the first time is so scary.

you know in your head that seeing hamzah for the first time isn’t something you should even really be scared about. hell - you’ve seen all of him, and vice versa. you’ve been dreaming of this domestic life with him throughout your whole relationship; finally being able to sleep in the same bed, kiss his pretty face, and have him wrap his arms around you while you cook. you craved it, and being around him would be the only thing to make the ache settle.

but it’s still scary.

the biggest nail in the coffin is when you’re standing in front of his door, anxiously bringing your hand to knock.

when you get no response back for a few seconds, you panic. could you have gotten the wrong address? maybe you didn’t knock hard enough.. but what if he heard, and knocking twice makes you look wayy too desperate-

blood runs to your cheeks as your thoughts are immediately cut off, watching as the door slowly creaks open.

god, he looks so much better in person.

all you can do is stare for a second. he has an awkward smile on his face - it’s cute. his curls fall on his forehead messily, but it suits him. the tshirt he’s wearing loosely fits over him, but still accentuates the overall shape of him. not to mention his muscular arms and legs - you can nearly feel yourself drool at the inseam shorts he’s wearing, showing off his thighs.

“sorry uh- im not really dressed up for you- but holy shit. you’re here. like actually.” he rambles, not knowing how hot he looks.

“no.. you look good like this.” you respond back, sly, eyeing him up and down. he smirks back at you - he knows what you want.

“why don’t you come in then?” he asks, pulling you through the door by your hips before you can give him a response.

by the moment the door closes behind you, he’s all over you. he pulls you into a kiss; your first together. its passionate, full of desperation, just like you thought it would be. that craving has finally filled itself - it’s there when you realize this is all you’ve ever wanted.

“you’re here.” hamzah whispers. eyes closing, he rests his forehead on yours. “you’re really here.”

you melt at his words. knowing the way that sense desperation is shared between the two of you makes your heart warm; you’re holding yourself back from doing something stupid like pinching his cheeks. you’re so deep in love for that boy, and seeing him is only making you more insane.

he finally pulls away, holding your hands as he eyes you up and down. you can see his mind’s tone change right before your eyes when he focuses on certain parts of your body.

before you know it you’re kissing again and hamzah’s hands are trailing across your body. there’s a hand on your hip, fumbling it’s fingers with the soft flesh on your tummy. the feeling of him groping your body is like a dream coming true, something you’ve been yearning for.

keeping you in his hold, hamzah maneuvers you to his couch, pushing you down so you land back-first onto the cushion. he kisses you for a second, lips crashing upon yours, but they soon slow. he pulls away, a questioning look upon his face.

“you sure you wanna do this like- right here? I have a room for you, with like, a bed and stuff.” he utters, breathless from kissing. you giggle, facing him from underneath, the weight of his toned body holding you down. you think about it for a minute, then smirk to yourself as an idea forms in your head.

“can we do it in your bed? the one you’re always in during facetimes.” is what you softly mutter back. a blush creeps onto hamzah’s face at your mention of the facetimes between you two. he knows exactly what you’re talking about - the same bed where he always strokes himself or humps his pillow while he thinks of you.

“yeah- yeah, that would be good.” you watch him shyly move his head to the side, avoiding eye contact as thoughts of you form in his head. with that, he lifts you into his hands, manhandling you into a bridal carry.

you’re being thrown into his bed as soon as you know it, landing softly on the fluffy sheets. to the side is the pillow, the one you’ve watched him cum all over, and on the dresser lays a pair of panties you had mailed to him.

he crawls on top of you, but still not close enough to kiss your face. he starts lower, placing soft, gentle kisses on your lower stomach.

“s’pretty,” he mumbles, entranced by you. “wanted this for so long.”

he hooks his finger in the garment covering what’s below your stomach, slowly pulling it down to reveal to him what he’s really been waiting for.

“such a pretty pussy, baby.” he says, fingers just every-so-slightly trailing across your clit. he spreads the lips open, sinking in face-first without a second thought.

you respond instantaneously as he kisses and sucks at your pussy, a loud gasp coming from your mouth as your hips buck up into his. your hands are in his hair, pulling at him like you could lose him if you don’t grip hard enough. your soft thighs clench around his face, essentially straddling his head. he wraps his arms around them softly, but you know that if you struggled his hold would be a lot harder.

you let out a strangled gasp as he presses a finger inside of you, and fuck, they’re big.

“you okay?” hamzah murmurs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

“yeah, keep going. they’re just big- bigger than mine.” you reply, eliciting a giggle from hamzah. you nearly laugh in return, but not before he dives back into your pussy, eating you out while his finger is inside you.

eventually one finger becomes two, and your legs are starting to feel like jello. he’s eating you out like it’s his last meal before the death penalty, and you’re using every bone in your body to keep yourself from cumming.

“hamzah- hamzah stop- fuck-“ you say, pulling him by the curls so he’s no longer latched onto your clit. he looks up on you, big brown eyes and all, a concerned expression on his face.

“wanna-“ you start, still catching your breath. “wanna get fucked by you- don’t wanna cum yet.” is all the words you can get out. hamzah smiles, no longer any concern in his mind.

“well, you should’ve just said something, baby.” he replies, hands already maneuvering you onto his lap. his boner is obvious, bulging against you. by instinct, you begin to rock your hips. your palms are dead set on hamzah’s shoulders, using them to keep you stable.

his lips attach to your neck, sucking on you like a vampire. his rough fingers dig into your waist, guiding you as you grind on his clothed cock.

“baby,” groans hamzah, tilting your neck just a slight bit more to the right for easier access. the roll of your hips speeds up, hamzah’s head going back as he moans. he kisses you again, on the lips this time; it’s soft. it’s more of an appreciative kiss, one he’s been waiting to do since he first met you online.

the two of you part, a string of saliva keeping you connected. he stops you for a second, as if he’s remembered something.

“you’re still on birth control- right?���

your mind immediately races back to your sexual conversations with hamzah - all his fantasies about hitting it raw, cumming inside of you..

“yeah, of course.” you reply back.

whatever he’s about to do to you, you’re excited for.

“so like.. no condom?” hamzah looks down at you, practically pleading.

“only because it’s you.” you reply, semi-sarcastically.

hamzah is already getting down to work, boxers thrown off, landing somewhere in the messiness of his room. he promised himself he would clean it for you - and he did !! a little.

hamzah realizes he’s spacing out and immediately refocuses back on you, only to see that you’ve already undressed just like him. he’s already painfully hard, but he feels himself grow at the sight of your body all laid out for him.

“holy shit,” he swears, under his breath. “you look so.. pretty.”

“yeah?” you smile, flushing red.

“yeah.” he mutters, pulling you back into his lap, small legs straddling thick, tan hips. “always wondered what you would look like, like this. just for me.”

“live up to your expectations?” you ask, playfully.

“so much better.” he replies back, wrapping his arms around you.

you’re teasing him - your pussy slides over the tip of his cock, but it’s nowhere near actually entering. he lets out a strangled moan, desperately trying to get himself together so he can finally put it in.

once he finally gathers his composure, he lines himself up below your hole. slowly but surely, he presses into you, making sure you don’t get hurt. you gasp at the way he fills you perfectly, fingers grasping onto the big arms that keep you balanced. when his hips finally press against yours, you two just sit there for a second, and it sinks in:

you’re finally together.

you whisper from above his shoulder a soft “you can move, im okay,” and he doesn’t need to be told twice. there’s a long drag of his hips, and then he’s slamming into you.

you’re tight- hamzah can feel it every time your hips come down on his cock. if he knew you were gonna feel this fucking good, hell, he would’ve booked you that flight a million times sooner. being inside you has brought upon a hazy sensation he’s never felt before. the feeling makes him buck his hips up into you, more desperate than before.

“fuck- ah- hamzah!” is all you can say when the thrust of his hips gets faster. “h-hold on, baby-“

“needed you,” is all hamzah says back. “so fucking bad..”

your hands bawl into fists as you grip hamzah for dear life, letting him thrust into you rapidly as if you’re a toy. he shifts so that his feet lay on the mattress, allowing him to thrust even deeper. the feeling is killing you.

a groan rips from his throat, no - a growl. it’s dirty, passionate, but god, it’s hot. he’s needy, pinning you to his chest as he thrusts up into you. taking what’s rightfully his.

“don’t stop- please” you mewl, feeling yourself clench around him. you’re getting close. hamzah is only urged to go faster by this - he couldn’t even think of stopping. his vision is blurring, clouded by euphoria. he can only picture you in front of him, desperately moaning on his cock. his. cock. that’s what you are - his.

“want you to cum- fuck.” he says, broken moans cutting him off. “around my cock, wanna feel it.”

your half-spoken curses fill the air as your hips grind against him. you’re needy, ready to cum, and the feeling is killing you. before you know it, you’re arching your back, bending your body to impossible lengths, and screaming loud enough hamzah thinks you might get a noise complaint.

hamzah isn’t far behind - especially after seeing how fucking pretty you look while cumming. it’s enough to push him off the edge, hands gripping your waist as he paints your insides white. he kisses you deep, moans muffled behind his lips. the grip he has on you is so strong, it could break you.

he catches his breath, feeling the shake of your legs from his lap.

“wanted this for so long, you don’t even know.” he says. he’s staring at you with heart eyes, fully in love.

“me too.” you reply, satisfied. “really bad.”

you get up, walking on trembling legs, doing that awkward walk trying to prevent the cum from dripping out of you. hamzah sees this and stops you, getting up instead.

“stay here. ill clean you up.” he says, giving you a kiss on the forehead and tucking you into his bed.

as he’s walking out the door, he turns around like he forgot something.

“you want water? or nah.”

[ozzgin]

Can I request a headcanon where baki has a very cute s/o and pickle just so happens to escape the arena and runs into the cute s/o and everyone scared they'll be eaten pickle is nice and cute with the s/o and the scientists says they're looking at eachother like how kids look at puppies and s/o teaches pickle tricks making yujiro mad he's no longer fighting

Let’s just hope Pickle doesn’t experience cute aggression and has the urge to bite into your face or something.

Baki Headcanons: Pickle meets Baki’s significant other

Featuring Pickle, Baki and his cute partner that builds a strange relationship with the Jurassic man.

[Baki Masterlist] [Part II]

You’re dangling your legs back and forth over the wooden bench that faces away from the large arena building. The nerve of Baki to postpone your date night! You pout to yourself, mildly annoyed that whatever currently stands in the underground ring is more important than you. Who on Earth could it be this time? Baki has already fought most of the big shots.

You don’t have the time to think too hard about it as your seat topples over and you roll on the grass, wildly confused. You quickly lift yourself up and look around, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. At the same time, Pickle scans the area for the obstacle that caused him to trip this badly. He spots the bench, now torn from its bolts, and his gaze then stops on you. Another human. Somehow, this one reminds him of a small animal, like the kind of wild pup he’d chase around when he was younger.

You can now hear the multiple footsteps approaching your location and glance over. There’s a couple of armed men, old man Tokugawa, and behind them Baki is panting in panic. “(Y/N), get the hell back! Fuck, I won’t make it in time” he grunts to himself. Aha! You return to Pickle. So this was the irresistible opponent that had you wait alone next to a parking lot. “The homewrecker!” you exclaim, amused. The large prehistoric man doesn’t register your words but seems to be pleased with your smile.

He lowers himself to your level and inspects your scent. You find his wide, curious eyes and puzzled expression rather cute. Without much consideration you extend your hand and ruffle his hair. Baki gasps at your unhinged act and is about to shove his way through before Tokugawa gently stops him. “I don’t think you need to worry”, he whispers with a finger against his lips. And, true to his word, Pickle is now kneeling before you with a wide grin. One can almost notice a wagging tail behind his giant frame.

Well, you’re certainly cheaper than tranquilizer guns. The research team can’t complain as long as you get Pickle to behave. Baki, on the other hand, isn’t as excited about having his s/o giggling around with a Jurassic man at least twice the size. Now it’s his turn to pout, sitting against the fence and occasionally barking at Pickle that you’re his mate in case he gets funny ideas.

Though the one most annoyed by the situation is probably Yuujirou. He feels like he just got robbed and left empty handed on the side of the highway. No matter how often he parades the ring with a puffed up chest, Pickle seems to be more entranced by your shitty games. Honestly, he’d just get rid of you, but fighting an enraged Pickle and Baki simultaneously could be a stretch even for the Ogre himself.

[buckyalpine]

Hiii! I love your stories and I would like to put a request?

I watched videos about social experiments of men forcing themselves on women to see if someone would interfere. There is this one where a guy in a bike, saw it and then fixed his hair to look intimidating and intervened.

Can you do one where reader is a reluctant participant of the experiment with her classmates and they kind of force her to the role is the girl? Then just so happens Bucky was walking around and saw it and just fixed his hair first to look more intimidating before he intervened.

Then they try to tell him its an experiment but Bucky didn't exactly liked it because reader is still upset so he goes and take her away.

It can be fluffy and has a smut on the end or its your choice! Anything would be great because you are a great writer.

I hope you can see my request! Take your time too. No rush love! 💕💕💕

OKAY THIS IS SO CUTE We love protective Bucky. Now make it protective College!Bucky. Readers "friends" are awful in this. Bucky is everything here. We live for that fluffy, emotional smut. Also I'm so sorry because I'm 10000% sure when you said take your time you didn't mean take over a year to respond. I hope you see you bb

"C'mon y/n, it'll be fine!" Danielle whined, dragging you along with the others, ignoring the discomfort on your face.

"Why can't one of you do it" You frowned, tugging at the hem of your skirt, shifting uncomfortable while your friends continued to drag you towards the park bench. They begged you to be a participant in a social experiment they were doing for class and insisted you wouldn't have to do much. They didn't tell you you'd have to sit through someone pretending to harass you the entire time, waiting to see if people would intervene.

"Because it'll look more real this way. One of us can't do it" She rolled her eyes, making adjustments to your hair while her group members set up a camera in the bushes out of sight. They roped in one of the football players on campus, Johnathan Walker, to take on the roll of the man harassing you just to keep it more interesting, wondering if people would stand up to a more well-known figure, especially one that was clearly physically stronger than most.

"It's not that big of a deal. All you have to do is look scared while John pretends to keep asking you out on a date. Maybe some cat calling. either way its all fake so you just have to act. Ugh, don't worry, Y'know he'd never actually ask you out, seriously, enjoy what you can here"

You sighed, your stomach already flipping with anxiety while she laughed, running off to hide, throwing a thumbs up to indicate they'd started filming.

"Hey pretty girl" the blonde winked, taking a seat beside you on he bench, inching closer to you when you shifted away. "What's a girl like you doin' sittin' all alone" He threw his arm over the back of the bench to get you closer, trying to pull you right beside him. You stiffened, looking as uncomfortable as ever but you weren't acting.

"Just waiting for someone" You made up an excuse, giving him another pained smile while he nodded, asking you for coffee next, talking louder than necessary, hoping to gain some attention from people walking by. You shook your head, getting up to walk away, the smirk on his face growing, clearly really enjoying this.

"Hey, come back" he called after you, grabbing your arm and pulling you to his chest to keep you from running off. His hand moved from your arm to your waist, sliding down until it rested just above your ass. More passer byers started to notice but no one stopped, every person glancing without wanting to get involved, especially when it came to the football star and a girl no one really knew.

"John, stop" You whispered just enough for him to hear, your throat tightening when he gripped you harder, smirking at your struggle.

"C'mon darlin', don't be like that" He laughed, grabbing your ass, your heart starting to hammer in panic. You pushed against his chest, desperately hoping someone would intervene but he only continued to hold you closer.

-

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair after just taking it down after a workout, his black hair tie sitting on his wrist. He took a long sip from his water bottle while walking to class, noticing a few hushed whispers among people as he passed the campus park along with a small crowd watching something from a distance.

"Please let me go"

He frowned at the scared pleading voice he heard, making his way over to make sure no one was hurt. His jaw clenched seeing the sweet girl he recognized from one of his classes clearly in distress trying to get away from Walker without a single person trying to help. He saw red watching Walkers hands roam, pulling her back each time she tried to run away.

-

"Just one date, it won't hurt-

"Get the fuck off her!" A voice boomed across the park making John flinch, his hand dropping as if you'd suddenly burnt him. Everyone's eyes shot up to a very angry James Barnes marching straight towards you and John, the blonde swallowing nervously, stepping away from you.

Danielle stopped filming, worried Bucky would actually throw John over the bench, his hardened eyes and clenched fists a bad sign.

"Guys! Hey, relax it's just an experiment-

"About what?! Actually harassing her? You're disgusting" Bucky hissed, glaring at Danielle, shutting her up instantly. Bucky stepped in between you and John, his large frame sheltering you from your supposed friends. "Can't you see she's actually scared and uncomfortable. You should've stopped as soon as she asked you to"

Danielle's cheeks reddened from embarrassment, too scared to say anything back to the man who towered over her, slinking away when he turned to John instead.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, I should beat your ass for what you just did to her" Bucky growled while John tried to straighten his shoulders, getting pulled back by his bestfriend before he could open his mouth.

"He's captain of the wrestling team and coaches MMA, just shut the fuck up and walk away" Lamar hissed in Johns ear, throwing Bucky an apologetic smile, dragging his friend before things could get worse. Your friends packed their things and scrambled away leaving your shaken, biting onto your lip to keep from crying.

"Hey, you okay?" Bucky cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears that slipped out, his glare sending off anyone that tried to stop and stare.

"I'm-I'm fine" You said shakily, forcing a smile. "Thank you Bucky"

"Of course y/n" He spoke softly, wishing he could wrap you up in his arms so you'd feel protected. His heart broke seeing you continue to tremble, slipping his hand in yours, giving it a firm squeeze. "Tell me what you need, do you want me to walk you home?"

"Yes please" You whispered, grateful you had Bucky by your side, his stoic face, scruffy beard and shoulder length hair keeping everyone else far away while he kept you close to his side.

"Lets go" He nodded with a smile, knowing the way to your place after he'd walked you home plenty of times after you'd worked on papers together in the library. You pressed yourself into his side, your body relaxing when he moved to wrap his arm around you, strong, corded muscles holding you firmly. The walk to your place wasn't long; as soon as you reached the door, you felt a pang of sadness, already missing Bucky's protective warmth.

"What else do you need sweets, do you want me to get you anything? Coffee?"

"Could you-" you nervously fidgeted with your fingers, feeling silly for the request, deciding to drop in instead. "Actually its okay"

"Hey, no, please tell me, you know you can ask me for anything y/n" His baby blues pleaded with you while your eyes flicked to your feet.

"Could you stay for a little while? I- I just- I'm still-

"Of course doll, I'd love to" Bucky hushed your nervous rambling, happy to keep you company until you felt better. His cheeks blushed as he entered you home, already doing a poor job of keeping his composure together. He couldn't help the way his heart skipped a beat when you gave him a shy smile, the secret crush he had on you making him feel soft and fuzzy. He'd had a crush on you from the first day you were assigned as study partners for a project and it had only gotten worse ever since.

He toed off his shoes, dropping his duffle bag by the closet while you both made your way to the living room. He didn't let you get up, telling you to stay put on the couch while he went to grab you some water. You put on one of your comfort shows, curling up into his side while he wrapped his arm around you, the scent of his body wash and something distinctly him making you feel warm and safe. You hadn't realized you kept kneading into his side like a kitten while Bucky chuckled, pulling the throw blanket over you, letting your legs sit across his thighs.

"Feeling better?" He whispered against your hair, still stroking your back an hour later. You nodded, having crawled into his lap at some point during the evening, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

"I like this" you smiled, toying with his chain, the simple action making Bucky nearly swoon.

"Me too, doll" He kissed the top of your head softly, "Anything else I can do for you? Just name it, I can make you dinner, we can build a pillow fort, have a sleep over" He teased playfully, making you giggle. You nuzzled yourself further into his hold, wanting the night to last forever.

"Stay with me tonight?" you whispered, peering up at him through your lashes before flicking yours eyes away, worried you'd crossed a boundary. Bucky cupped your face making you look at him, his thumb sweeping across your bottom lip.

"Are you sure, sweets?"

"Please" you nodded, forgetting how to breathe when his eyes bounced to your lips before meeting your gaze again, his self restraint slowly crumbling. He bit his lip, squeezing your waist a little harder than intended to hold himself back, eyes growing wide when your soft mouth pressed against his. His lashes fluttered shut, hands moving to hold your face, desperately chasing more of your sweetness.

His tongue slipped between yours lips, lacing with yours as the kiss grew more heated, groaning as he moved you to straddle his lap with ease. He didn't intend to take anything further, happy to spend the night kissing you while watching movies, his arms wrapping around your body.

"I need you" You broke away panting, your hands clutching onto his Henley, seated again his thick erection impossible to hide under his sweats.

"How do you need me, sugar" Bucky rasped, unsure if thats what you needed, doing his best to keep his hard length from rubbing against you. He let out a shuddered breath when you shifted, bucking your hips in the process, wriggling on his lap. "Doll, you gotta stop that, or else I'll-

"Need you closer" You whimpered, your arms wrapping around his wide shoulders, burying you face into the crook of his neck. His heady scent made you want to sink your teeth into him, having never felt more protected, needing to feel all of him.

"Are-are you sure?" He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling your soft lips pepper kisses up his neck to his ear. He wouldn't have a single problem if you decided to say no, still doing his best to hold back.

"Yes, please Bucky need you"

"Can't have our first time together on your couch, baby" Bucky let out a breathless laugh, wrapping your legs around his waist, hoisting you up with ease, making his way up the stairs to your room. He laid you down before settling on top between your legs, lost in holding you again. Clothes were thrown off one by one between needy, desperate kisses, until you were both left completely bare. Your slick was sticky between your legs, covering your thighs, too impatient for anything else, just needing Bucky to fill you right up.

Bucky could feel your arousal coat his length, keeping it slotting between your wet folds as he dipped his head down to take your nipple in his mouth, giving it a gentle tug while cupping your other breast. His hips rutted on their own. taking his time to love on you, dribbles of precum wetting your clit.

"Bucky, please, closer?" You pleaded, spreading your legs further, gasping when his tip caught against your entrance, your nails digging into his thick shoulders. His fell around your face like a soft curtain, gently tickling your face.

"You sure you want this, you can say no baby" He said sincerely, stroking your hair, ignoring the way your cunt was pulsing and throbbing against his dripping cockhead, greedy for him to put it in you.

"I want you Bucky. I-I've liked for for so long" You shyly confessed, biting your lip while he cooed, tipping your chin up to meet his eyes.

"I liked you too, y/n" He whispered, his cheeks blushing at your sweetness, giving yourself to him, and trusting him when you were at your most vulnerable. "So much love, been crushing on you forever"

He held the base of his cock, the both of you gasping as he pushed the tip in, your pussy instantly welcoming him inside you, pulsing for more.

"That's it, open up for me baby, good girl" He whispered against your skin, inching his cock in, the delicious stretch causing your back to arch off the bed, pressing your chest further against his. "S'good, taking all of my cock doll"

"Wan-want all of you Bucky" you moaned, squeezing your thighs around his waist as he bottomed out, his balls pressed against your ass. "Oh my god!"

Bucky started to move, giving you slow, gentle strokes, his body weight grounding you while you took everything he gave you. He'd wanted to make love for you for ages, bringing his hands to lave with yours, pinning you against the bed while moving faster, his cock swelling further.

"You-you feel so good sweets, fuck you're so precious"

"I am?" You whimpered, your voice melting into a moan as he hit that sensitive spot that made your body tremble, pleasure and emotion causing tears to slip out.

"So precious to me baby" He wrapped his arms tenderly around your body, kissing your tears away, his pace growing sloppy. "My precious doll. I'll protect you from anyone" His voice dropped an octave, fucking you with the utmost passion, pounding you hard and fast. "You're mine now, not gonna let anyone every hurt you"

You hiccupped a sob, your cunt pulling him back in, fluttering around his throbbing cock making it impossible for him to last any longer.

"M'gonna cum doll" Bucky whispered, his back pulled taut, giving you deep strokes, the head of his cock sensitive, "You gotta cum first baby, m'gonna cum so hard for you" His hand slipped between your bodies, rubbing quick circles around your clit, pleasure crashing down hard and fast.

"BUCCKYY" You cried out, your body shuddering as you started to clench around his cock, causing him to moan loudly, stilling as he cock hardened.

"Oh fuck baby, m'cumming!" He spilled himself into you, giving you a few more sloppy thrusts until he was milked dry, collapsing on top of you while you carded your fingers through his soft locks. He spent the rest of the night cuddling you, until you fell asleep in his arms, with your legs tangled together until the sun rose.

He loved how you looked, as the sun streamed through the blinds, a soft pout on yours lips as he traced over your featured, admiring each one. You peeked an eye open before closing it again, giggling when he pinched your side.

"What else can I do for you, baby" Bucky gave you a cheeky smile, making your face heat up, smiling into his chest.

"More cuddles please?" Your voice was muffled, sighing contently when he pulled the covers higher, closing his eyes again.

"Wouldn't have it any other way"

[bouncybongfairy]

Can you please do a live action jet x reader? Literally do whatever plot you'd like I just want smut for him so bad, thank youuu

Caught Off Guard

Jet x Fem Reader

Summary: On your way home from the market, Jet catches you by yourself. He loves a good chase before getting what he wants.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Knife play, CNC kink, Blood kink, Nasty Smut, Masochism Kink

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You were walking home from the market. It was dark and navigating your way home through the dense forest was becoming increasingly harder. Your anxiety was running through the roof, worried you’d run into a fire nation soldier or a wild animal. Walking as fast as you could because hearing random noises makes you paranoid. Your breathing becomes harder, hearing the sound of metal clanking together, you drop your bags and start running. As you stop for a couple seconds trying to figure out where to go, someone drops down in front of you from the tree above. Falling to the ground from being taken so off guard. The first thing you noticed was the two hook swords hanging by his side. His head hangs low, allowing his shaggy hair to flop onto his forehead, covering his eyes. You stood up, scrambling to get your footing before taking off. 

“Go on, the chase is the best part!” You hear him call out. 

For a while you could hear the crunching of the forest floor as he chased you from behind. Eventually you have to stop running, giving yourself a second to catch your breath. Trying to be as quiet as possible even though you were doing a terrible job. Your mind was spinning and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. Waiting there for a couple minutes until you were fully settled. Little did you know Jet was watching from above, humored by the fact that you were letting your guard down. He drops down again, laughing at how scared you become, yet again. 

“Please, you can have all my bags that I dropped, they have my leftover money just please let me go home!” you pleaded. 

“This isn’t about what you have or money. I want power, and right now I have all the power in the world over you,” he said, using one of his blades to pin your long skirt to the forest floor. You pulled away hard enough that it sliced the fabric, letting you run once again. At this point, you were completely lost and disoriented. Unsure of whether to continue running or find a place to hide. Tears ran down your face, hearing him laugh as he chased. Becoming over exerted and stimulated, you stopped running. Unwilling to take the torment anymore, he chuckled as he walked towards you. Backing you up into a tree, pressing one blade between your legs and the other against your throat. 

“From the way you gave up so early, I'd say you’d wanted me to catch you,” he said, breathing hard into your ear. 

“Please,” you whisper out, gasping as he applies more pressure to the blade. Just barely breaking the skin, you began to squirm and shake. 

“Aww you’re shaking? That’s cute,” he said, finally pulling back on the amount of pressure the blade had on your throat. 

Keeping the sword that was between your legs in place and putting the other in its sheath. Using his free hand to trace your lip with tongue, eventually pushing the digit into your mouth. Gagging and pushing your tongue back, he would let out a small groan every time he made you gag on his fingers. For a second, you find yourself enjoying it before snapping back out of it. Biting down on his fingers as hard as you can, he yanks his hand away. Attempting to run but being stopped by the blade between your legs cutting your inner thigh. He grabs you by the hair, shoving you onto your knees. Immediately you go to tend the wound on your thigh. He grabs you by the chin, forcing your attention onto him. 

“Bite me again and I’ll slice your tongue out,” he growled, shoving your head back. Stepping onto both of your hands before unzipping his pants. Trying you best to get away but not being able to was making you panic. Revealing his cock, completely erect and pre-cum dripping off the tip. Trying to press past your lips but being stopped by you turning your head to the side. Being enraged by the audacity you had, he uses both hands and forces the back of your head against the tree. 

“You won’t be getting out of this sweetheart,” he chuckled before finally pressing past your lips and starting to fuck your mouth. 

Becoming dizzy from blood loss was starting to make you more pliable. Not fighting back as much, even at times leaning into these thrusts. He noticed this, once you stopped trying to free your hands from under his boots. Letting out a moan as he looked down at you. Saliva dripping down your chin and the sides of your mouth; eyes glossy and blinking slowly. 

“Awe see, I knew you’d learn to like it,” he teases, skull fucking you at a merciless pace. Pressing his pelvis hard against your mouth, pinning your head against him and the tree. Feeling him throb and spasm as he pumped cum down your throat. Grunting every time your throat involuntarily swallows around him. Once he finishes he pulls out, still holding onto your hair as you cried. 

“Fuck I don’t know if you think your tears make me pity you but they only make me want to fuck you more,” he said, pushing you onto your back. 

Climbing on top of you, securing your wrists above your matted hair. Lining his tip with your entrance, lifting your legs up for him to penetrate easier. 

“Mm, I knew you were a fucking whore,” he said, fucking into you. 

Feeling his dick stretch you open made you scream. The burning from how rough he was pounding into you felt good. Fully giving into his will as he used your body to please himself. Knowing you were too weak to fight back, he lets go of your wrists. Reaching down and grabbing a smaller knife that was fastened to his belt. Flicking it open and looking for the perfect place to mark you. Smacking your chest and pinching your nipples for a while before beginning the real fun. Carving his name across your chest, watching the blood start to drip down towards your shoulders. You were letting out a mix of moans, whimpers and cries as he did this. Still too drained from tightening and cumming around his cock. 

“I love feeling how greedy your hole is, just can’t get enough can you?” he said, dropping the knife and continuing to abuse your pussy until he came again. Pressing himself as deep as he could while he released inside you. Collecting his clothes and things, leaving you passed out on the forest floor.

[fictionalslvr]

SYNOPSIS: At your twenty five birthday, you decided to do a big party. The problem is, a noise complaint is made by the old couple of neighbors next to your house, that's when a young handsome cop appears at your door.

PAIRING: Rookie Cop¡Re2 Leon x chubby f¡reader

WORD COUNT:3.432k

WARNINGS: Smut! Switch¡Leon. Sitting on his face, explicit content and descriptions, smut with plot, cunnilingus, whiny Leon etc.

NOTES: PLEASE listen to "birthday sex" while reading, it sure brings a whole new experience to it. Sorry if this is a very hushed story, had a lot to do on it, and feels hushed for me :( anyways, enjoy. I'm not a chubby woman, but i tried to represent who is, sorry if i did any mistakes on it.

The twenties, the phase where everything is changing. Everything seems new, you’re discovering life again, meeting people, getting to know new things and the most important, your life is probably adjusting at this age, is where you will understand yourself, get some self recognition and finally know what you want to do for the rest of your life. So, to celebrate this important phase, the most common thing to do is a celebration, a birthday party! You, yourself, were not someone that goes often to parties or clubs, but completing twenty five years? It’s a deserved party that you’re going to have tonight. The first thing to do was shopping, and nothing better to do so with a friend, no?

You are currently with a friend in a local shop, looking for clothes appropriate for the occasion.The old lady that runs this shop is a cute one, and you know her since a kid. When you got there, she greeted you with a brilliant smile, her little eyes twinkled as she almost closed her eyes, the biggest smile just for you. The doorbell made your both presences noticeable to her, the place is well cared for, always giving you comfort as soon as you step inside. She keeps saying about you grown, the old lady behind the counter makes you want to bend over and give her a tight hug. Miss Evans was too old to keep working as she is now, but she just loves the shop, as anyone in the town, she can’t leave the place like this. And honestly, you just bought clothes from this gray haired old lady since a kid, you wouldn’t buy anywhere else.

When she’s done greeting you and your friend, you both go towards the dresses section.

Holding a tight red dress in your hands, you put it in front of your body looking at the mirror and just letting it escape a sigh in defeat. He’s too formal for this celebration. Either way, you’ve been a bit insecure about your body recently, you never were the skinny type of girl, and growing more and more chubby as the years passes by isn’t helping. You’re not obese, that’s for sure. But finding someone is way harder for you.

—”This one is too formal, I'm looking like a girl on her fifteenth birthday.” You sigh once again, looking away as if looking for another dress. Your friend was helping you in this task, a lot of other dresses you proved this day looking for the perfect one, hanging in her arms as she looks frustrated for not helping you.

—”No worry, we’re gonna find you something casual —but not that much— until the night comes.” The soothing words are more for her, than you. Panic all over you two. All you can hear is your friend slurping a milkshake in her hands, the dresses almost falling from her arms.

—”How about…this one? It’s not very casual, nor too formal.” You bat an eye on it. Eleonore is holding an ocean blue dress in her free hand, a bodycon one that is backless behind. Your whole expression changes with it, your lips parting slowly in shock.

Putting the one red dress back to its place, you take the ocean blue one from the hand of your friend. Putting in front of your body, you’re scared it won’t fit, because you’re simply amazed by it.

—”I’m going to prove this one.” Eleonore's face lights up, she nods with her head, already putting the others' dresses back on the original place as you head to the changeroom. Closing the curtains, you slip down your clothes, putting the dress up with caution.

It fits perfectly. Like it was made for you. You felt like Cinderella putting on the crystal tiny shoe, your whole face shining in joy. You look at the mirror in front of you, twirling slowly in your heels to give you a total view of it. It completely accentuated the curves of your body, your plumpy chest fitting nicely in the dress, he was a bit short, getting a bit above your knees, but that’s not a problem. You turn and look over your shoulder, seeing the backless part with a big grin. That’s exactly what you’ve been looking for, all those approximately 3 hours are compensated with this specific dress fitting you like a glove. Even with your insecurity still hitting on the back of your head, this dress makes you look amazing. Stepping out of the dressing room, you face Eleonore, waiting for you. Her lips curl up in a smile.

—”You look perfect, girl! You’re stunning, really. I…have no words.” She giggles, putting one hand in front of her lips, expressing how shocked she is.

—”I know, I don't even look like me.”

—”Stop! You’re looking like a queen!” Her compliments got you smiling like a silly, Eleonore was always worshiping you, she could kiss the floor you stepped on to prove how pretty she sees you are.

—”Thanks, Eleo. You’re the best.”

—”Only the best for you! Now…this dress is your final choice right?” You nod with your head.

Stepping out of the local shop with a bag in hand, you and your friend are exhaling happiness all over, giggling and talking about the party you’re having tonight.

Of course that Eleonore helped you to prepare things, all day with you in your help, baking the cake, preparing drink and doing the decoration, everything in blue tones that look like your dress. And the house is all decorated in blue, looking so pretty and delicate that it makes you melt. You start to feel a drip of sweat rolling down your forehead slowly as the day passes by, all day carrying things, making the invites and all was hard.

—”Thanks for the help, Eleo.” Your voice sounds deep, all because of the hard job you did all afternoon. A box in your hands, you thank your friend for the help before the party begins.

When the night comes by, the moonlight makes the decoration even more pretty under the dim light of your home. As people come in, you greet all your friends. Soon the place becomes claustrophobic, lots of friends and the heat of their bodies taking over your house. Not to mention you, a dark blue makeup, and the pretty dress adorning your body, you were like a queen just as Eleonore said.

—”Looking stunning tonight, [name]!” One of your other friends says as you pass by, your shoes clicking on the floor, making a soft sound. You wave at them, a giggle escaping from your lips. Every inch you pass by, you hear a compliment, it’s really feeding your ego now.

Later, the party needed a bit more of music, as you turn up the volume of your speakers, with a drink in hands, you’re dancing with your friends, the scents all mixed, people having fun, everything is turned to you tonight, everyone looking at you, complimenting you and greeting with a happy voice saying ‘happy birthday’. You feel like a total star tonight. And maybe, your fame was not well seen by other people, specifically, your old neighbors, who didn’t like the loud music and sounds so loud at night. You just notice when someone knocks at your door, thinking it’s another guest who is later for it, you go open the creaky door.

Your jaw falls on the floor, you never expected to call the attention of cops this night. In front of you, there's a young blond man in a blue uniform, a badge on his chest that says ‘officer kennedy’, he’s probably a rookie judging by the way he seems nervous. Without any sign of beard, face all clean and skin probably softer than yours, he’s adorable, round face just making his doe eyes more cute. He has a good pair of baby blue eyes, that are fixed on your for longer than you thought before he started speaking.

—”Excuse me, ma’am. I received a noise complaint here.” The young man holds tightly into his uniform, pressing his own lips together and straightening his stance. And the way your body greets him, you’re unforgettable the exact moment his eyes dart to you.

—”Noise complaint…? But from wh—” You stop your own question, knowing right away it might be the older couple next home staring at the situation through the window from their house. You sigh, rubbing your temple with the hand who isn’t holding your drink. The old couple pulls the curtains, hiding their faces peeking at you.

—”I’m sorry officer, I'm not the type to do parties. But this is a special occasion.” With a grunt, you look away from him, and you can swear he didn’t take his eyes from your body. —”I can lower the music volume if that’s better. The party won’t last long.”

His doe eyes lifts up, he clears his throat before speaking. And the same way, his voice fails at the start of his sentence.

—”That would help, ma’am. But may I know what’s this…special occasion?” He lifts an eyebrow at you.

—”It’s my birthday.”

—”Oh. I guess it sure is a special occasion then.” Official Kennedy scratches the back of his neck.

—”Seems like I can't ruin your party, then. I wouldn’t do this…anyway.” He tries to joke, sounding awful as he tries to explain. You can't help but giggle at his silly behavior, pretty rare from a cop. He looks deeply into you as you giggle, letting an awkward laugh join yours.

—”So officer…Kennedy, right? I can count on you to leave this pass by this time?” Using all the charm you have, you try to convince him to leave this only this time. Leon looks at you, biting the inside of his cheeks as if he’s holding something back.

—”Nothing comes for free, ma’am.”

—”There’s no discount for the birthday girl?” He tilts his head to the side, thinking of any possibility to deny such a woman like you.

—”I…I can think about it.”

—”I’m not doing anything wrong, anyways. And I can give you something back in order to forget this...noise complaint.” You make a sound of ‘pop’ with your lips, the lipstick on it making Leon tremble like a little boy again.

—”Like what?”

—”Come on, officer. Don’t play dumb…I could see you staring at me.” His eyes darted to yours, his ears becoming red and he let it a gasp escape.

—”I’m sorry, it was hard…not to.”

—”No worries. I can give you what you want, and you can pretend the noise complaint never happened.”

—”I don’t know if this is right. I don’t even know your name.”

—”Come on, officer. I’m [name], now let’s get over this.” He looks down, specifically at your cleavage, and gulps down loudly. A soft malefic chuckle escapes from your lips.

—”Call me Leon, let’s get into my police car.” Leon almost sounds too eager for this. Because he is. You leave your cup on the desk next to your door and steps outside, closing the door and forgetting all about your birthday. He opens the door of the back seat and enters with you, closing the door next.

He sits there, uncomfortable as your knees touch his. When you let your weight fall down on the seat, he can feel that he’s about to pass out. Your big round thighs, all displayed to him as your dress slips up a little more. And your smell, he can feel it better at this proximity.

—”Gosh…this is…this is crazy.”

—”Are you okay with it, officer?” Showing him those cute eyelashes like this?

—”Of course.” He blurts out the words without thinking more. —”Is it okay with you? Don’t want you to think I do this with everyone who seduces me. Y-You’re the first one.”

You giggles, a hand leaning to grip on his shoulders to calm him down. That soothing voice flooding his brain.

—”First one? I’m flattered. And don’t worry, I'm okay with it. I’m not the type to seduce cops as well.”

—”Great…so…what will it be?”

—”What do you want, Leon?”

—”Honestly? ‘Want you to ride me, sit on my face, or…just…cum in your boobs.” He gets bold suddenly, your eyes widened with his sudden dirty talk. Leon is fumbling his fingers, looking down at his own lap as he can feel his pants tighter around his growing erection.

—”You’ll have to choose one, Leon.” You giggles, leaning closer to whisper in his ear.

—”Sit on my face.”

—”Are you sure? I’m a bit…heavy and—” Without letting you finish, he looks you in the eyes, making all your worries vanish.

—”Sit on my face, [name].”

—”Okay…”

He lays his back on the seat, waiting for you to prepare yourself. Thankfully, you’re with a dress, it will be easier. You position yourself above him, slipping down your panties all the way down to your ankles. Leon looks at your now exposed pussy, already wet because of his words.

—”Already soaked. Damn…” He curses under his breath, his hands being placed on your thighs, he can feel how his cock twitches just with the view of your body.

Without any warning, he pulls your body down, now your pussy against his lips as he whimpers with the contact, just as you do in surprise. Leon takes no time with it, like a hungry man, his tongue starts to circle around your clit with veracity. Your fingers slip down, tangled on his blond strands of hair underneath your body. The way his warm tongue feels on your clit, makes you squirm above him, arching your back with the dress still on. Honestly, you’re perfect with it on, Leon wouldn’t want you to take off as well.

—”So pretty, all for me. All for me, right?” His voice is muffled, but whiny. You can feel the tip of his nose against your clit now, he pulls his tongue inside of you, tasting every part of you he can, as his tongue slides into you.

His fingers tremble on your thigh, you can sense you much he wanted to taste you like this. Those angel eyes he had, they weren’t that angelic now, not when he was caught up by the devil. Anyways, forbidden things have a secret charm. Leon keeps whimpering under you, his tongue wasting no time to please you. He opens his eyes, just to drink that potion that is you, panting and shaking above his. His early baby blue eyes became dark in lust and pleasure. He keeps licking you, swirling his tongue around you as his nose does the job of stimulating you even more. You had your eyes closed, fingers locked on his hair, back arched and turned into a complete mess for him, desiring more, eager for more.

—”So pretty, so damn pretty. Want you to cum on top of me like this.” His words fall into deaf ears, you’re in a whole new world.

The sensual rocking of your hips is only telling him to keep going with his movements. From underneath your rear, you can feel a bothering bulge against the cotton of your dress. He’s so damn hard with this he could just keep eating you out and living like this forever. Your taste is something he won’t ever forget, so quickly, you took a big space of his memory, consuming him for more. His words and movements are driving you crazy, the good sensation taking over all of you, taking all your brain and making you dumb for more. You can feel a weird knot in your stomach, the one that tells you you're close, that is eager for more. Your voice fails as you try to let Leon know you're close.

—”Leon…i’m going to cum!”

—”Do it, fuck it, do it” — He has this urge just as you, his circling tongue getting more frantic to help you reach your limit.

In sync with his own pace, you start to feel dizzy. The party doesn't matter, your boring neighbors don’t matter, it's only the pleasure, the pleasure that this young cop is giving you with only his tongue and the tip of his nose. His fingers dig into your skin even more as the increasing feeling fills your chest. A loud moan comes out when you feel everything being drained out by him. The orgasm he just gave you made you shiver, still panting heavily with your lips parted. Leon takes everything, the bursting sensation you just had made him feel complete as he licks it all. You get up, pulling your panties back as there isn’t a single drop of your cum inside of you.

Sitting down on the backseat, you take a moment to recover, your head fallen back as your chest rose with joy, going up and down. Leon sits up, his eyes still exhaling lust and desire for you as he observes your body.

—”Can i kiss you? You’re so pretty, i-i can’t.” He whispers, as if it’s a secret. You chuckle softly and nod with your head.

Leaning closer and cupping his cheeks, you smile at him.

—”Thank you, Leon.”

—”I’m the one who should be thanking you here.” He bites his lower lip eagerly, and you can’t keep him waiting. You pull him to a deep passionate kiss, sharing your taste and the taste of your climax with your tongues together.

The deep kiss lingers for a long moment, because Leon doesn't want to stop, he wants to keep tasting all of you, your lips are just a new territory he’s already addicted to. You both are forced to break the kiss, searching for air as you look down at him, your foreheads together as he pants heavily.

—”I guess…there will be more noise complaints here, ma’am. I need to see you again.” You giggles, nodding softly. This is definitely not the last time you’ll be seeing this pretty cop.

—”Only if the cute cop gives me a discount.” Leaning closer, you give him a few brief kisses on the lips, seeing how his eyes and face melts for yours, he looks like a puppy this way.

—”This cop is going to give you more than that.”

You two stare at each other, both ruined, all sweaty but in total happiness for what just happened. As it hits you like a truck, you remember your party, the notification of your phone rings with a message, it’s Eleonore. You take your phone and look, before looking at Leon again.

—”I have to get back now.”

—”Oh…o-okay, right. I should probably come back to work too.” He straightens up, fixing his hair the best he can. The pleasure was so much that you both forgot everything around.

—”And…happy birthday, [name].” Leon says softly, you giggle, after this gift, there was nothing you could ask more. With your thumb, you pass it on his lips, taking out the mark of your lipstick on it.

—”Thank you, Leon.” Getting out of his police car, you pull your dress down again, waving at him as he chuckles and leaves, his eyes promising he will be back. Leon starts the car, reluctant as if he doesn't want to leave yet, the erection between his legs telling him to stay, but he knows this will be for another time you two meet. He sighs, looking at the steering wheel he's holding with his hands, now sitting on the driver seat as he watches your cute face, waving at him. He waves back, a nod and a smile as his car slowly vanishes on the road ahead. For a moment , you're sad, he didn't even have time for his own pleasure, and yet, you eager to see him again.

—”There you are! The birthday girl, where have you been?” A feminine voice makes you jump slightly in surprise, just behind you, it’s Eleonore with a big grin on her face, her voice dragged by the alcohol.

—”Just…receiving a gift.” She looks down at you, not good enough to notice a silly smile on your face, she shrugs, taking your hand to pull you inside the party again. But you know that the party won’t be the focus of your mind anymore. And Leon won't be focusing on his job as well, not when this twitching pain on his cock keeps reminding him, with images of what he just did with you, he wants more, he needs more of you. You should probably thanks the old couple of neighbors you have later, because of their noise complaint, you had this perfect night.

[taylormarieee]

~Being scared makes you human~

Summary: Carl and You have been dating for a year and a half now. He's always known how to deal with your panic attacks, but today it got worse but your loving boyfriend was there for you.

Word Count: 726

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Carl Grimes X Fem!Socially!Anxious!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of panic attacks, Carl being a sweet boyfriend.

Based on this ask by the lovely @loveforcarl

Carl loved you dearly and you loved him. You always felt like a burden sometimes because you dealt with anxiety. You always felt like you could never help the group when on runs because you always froze up in fear.

You always felt a little dizzy and dealt with fatigue. You were always angry sometimes and had random outbursts and it made you feel bad for Carl because he always dealt with it. You always felt uneasy and it made you feel useless in a way.

And you were also socially anxious. You always were scared to talk to new people. When Carl first met you and tried to talk to you.

You scurried away like a little mouse. Instead of being weirded out by you carl found it very cute.

He loved how shy and quiet you were. What always broke his heart was how you hated when all attention was on you.

He hated the little panic attacks you had. It made his heart sting with guilt that sometime he couldn't help you.

Eventually you two talked about it and found a way to calm you down. First you guys would start with breathing techniques.

Breathe in to the count of 3 and Breathe out to the count of 5. Then he'll hold your hand and tell you to look at the flowers and choose your favourite one.

It always worked every time. Carl would always say this phrase that made you feel safe. "Being scared makes you human" He says.

It always reassured you hat you were never a burden to him because everybody gets scared sometimes. If you don't get scared then you have no emotions.

Your panic attacks were always small so all you really needed was Carl holding your hand and the breathing techniques.

Today was a day neither of you were prepared for. Some of the other teenage girls were jealous that Carl chose you over them. Other times a lot of people stared at you and Carl when you guys held hands down the road or showed PDA.

Carl never cared but you did. You were always just to scared to tell him. You two were perfect together. So today as you two are walking through Alexandria there were alot of eyes on you and a lot of whispers.

You started to feel insecure and start to panic. Your breathing got heavier and you started to squeeze Carl's hand a lot more tighter than you were before.

He notices and stops walking you look at you. He sees you holding your heart as you slowly sink to the ground on your knees. He goes down with you and starts counting and reassuring you.

"Hey babe! In 3 times Out 5 times. Remember? Come on baby you got this breathe f'me ok? Breathe!" He says while breathing in and out slowly.

That doesn't work like it usually does so He turns your body towards the garden and repeats, "Look at the flowers baby. Look a the flowers ok? Just keep looking at the flowers." He says calmly holding onto you.

He frantically looks around for help. He sees Siddiq and asks him for help. He rushes over and helps Carl try and calm you down by moving into a more isolated area where no one is around.

When they get you there you breathing seems to have slowed and you seem to calm down. Carl keeps repeating to breathe in and out by the counts until your breathing is back to normal.

You start to cry as you hug Carl's body. Siddiq runs to go get water for you and Carl continues to hold you.

"Oh Carl, I was so scared! I'm sorry. I just couldn't stop panicking." You say while crying.

"Hey, its ok. Remember what I always say" He asks looking at you wiping away your tears.

"Being scared makes you human." You both say in unison.

"That's right baby girl. Fear makes us stronger. Its ok to be scared." Carl reassures.

"I love you Carl. Thank you for being here with me." You say smiling up at him giving him a kiss.

"I love you too my love. Your my everything." He says kissing you back.

Siddiq comes back with your water and all Carl walks you back home. You both thank Siddiq and part ways.

Taglist: @carlgrimesenthusiast @carlsdarling @murdadixon @loveforcarl

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Give up?!

Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader

Summary: Jedi Reader wants to train during shore leave, ‘cause she got defeated by Ventress on their last mission. Commander Wolffe offers himself as her sparring partner.

Word count: 1700 words

Warnings: feelings, fluff, battle, fighting, war, use/mentioning of guns and war stuff, use of Y/N, Female MC, mentions of loss, intimate moment, cuteness, sexual tension, flirting, teasing, scared of losing in a match and losing people, bit angsty maybe?, Canon typical violence

A/N: Let me know if you like how I write Wolffe and what I could do better. (Not just with character arc but also with my writing style) thank you for reading.

Ps I just found this in my drafts from like a year ago and thought its time to finally post it.

Where the kriff was he? Commander Wolffe, my sparring partner on this evening, was late for our first session. Normally he was always in time, but today, when the 104th left the cruiser for shore leave, he wasn’t.

I was walking up and down the training room while waiting. Biting my lip and clenching my fists over and over again. It made me more anxious than it should, that he made me wait for him.

Maybe he just forgot our arrangement, which consisted of him training with me my hand to hand combat skills, but I hoped he didn’t. I needed him to get better and back in my original shape.

Our last mission was a pretty tough one. We lost good men and friends. They were a part of this family and I wasn’t good enough to safe all of them. It was a misery.

To our surprise Ventress was with the droid army and I had to fight against her. While I tried my best to protect my men and myself I wasn’t able to defeat the woman with her red lightsabers. She was too strong and I too distracted at the wrong moment. Which she used.

Master Plo Koon was the one who had to save me. Luckily he came right in time as Ventress was about to shatter my heart. She nearly killed me and when I closed my eyes just a bit I still felt the heat of her lightsaber on my skin.

A shiver ran through me. It was a close one this time. Death was never as near as in this exact moment. Her lightsaber was on me and ready to slide right through. Thats what this thing was made for, but still I quite couldn’t believe how fast I could’ve been dead. There were screams around me from different troopers. Barking commands. It was Wolffe who screamed my name as Ventress was about to kill me. I’d looked at him as he tried to reach me, but he was way too far away to save me. As I reached through his force signature I just felt pure panic and angst. We held eye contact for what felt like forever before I noticed the figure appearing behind me. My old beloved Master was the hero in last minute. After all I came away with a scar on my chest. Lucky me.

The day after, when I still had to be in the medbay, the Commander offered me to train with him. At least for the time in shore leave. Then we’d see how much progress I made and decide if I’d still need his training, but I was confident that I’d need it. Obviously I would ask him to keep training with me, not just, because I wanted to stay in shape and don’t want to get killed as easily. But also because I kinda had a thing for the grumpy Commander with just one original eye.

“There you are”, I greeted him with a small smile.

Wolffe finally arrived only grunting something, which you could call one of his friendlier greetings. I was grateful that he didn’t seem in the baddest mood. Surprising that I could tell by now how his mood was depending on how he grunted and furrowed his eyebrows. Wolffe was a grumpy one and so you had to check the waters before you let the cat slip out of the bag. When I saw him hours ago he was shouting at some Shinies which broke the caf machine. A hilarious picture to look at. Wolffe had this big furrow between his eyebrows and that annoyed look in his eyes and was obvious on the edge of his nerves while the Shinies looked like they wanted to run away as fast and as wide as they were able to do.

Wolffe was only in his blacks as I noticed now. Showing off his muscles and letting zero to the imagination. I gulped feeling the heat in my cheeks growing. Kriffing maker.

“What would you like to start with, General?”, he asked politely. His voice sounded deeper than normally. If he noticed my darkening cheeks, he didn’t say anything about it.

“Maybe some simple sparring? Just starting easy in this session.“ Starting easy. Yes, for sure.

Wolffe only nodded. I knew that the clones were good at fighting. Not just with their blasters, but also with their hands and body’s. So it was clear that it would be a difficult task to defeat Wolffe.

A few seconds later I was already on the floor again. I stopped counting after the fifth time. And I was a Jedi? Not even able to protect myself without my lightsaber and the force. How should I protect others then?

Above me Wolffe smirked a grin right out of hell. He was enjoying this far too much. 

“Already giving up, General?“ One eyebrow raised a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. There was a sparkle in Wolffes eyes one I rarely saw and which he only showed when he was truly in the mood for some fun.

“You think I’m defeated after a few times on the ground? Then you don’t know me well enough, Commander.“ With a simple jump I was right back on my feet. My arms in front of me in a defensive position. Wolffe switched into fighting position right away, but not before giving me a sarcastic eye roll. He really was one of a kind.

“Then we keep going.“ Wolffe murmured more to himself.

Half an hour was going by. Wolffe only hitting the floor a few times when I remembered some old Jedi tricks from time to time. But now, while he was also slowly losing his power, his movements were slower and less precise. A advantage I’d happily use. I had saved my strength to be able to counterattack at the right moment, when he’d get more tired.

Just as Wolffe was about to punch me in the stomach, a spot I had deliberately left uncovered, I grabbed his other arm, twisted it behind his back and threw him to the ground, all while also pulling his feet away. Too bad I hadn't calculated that he could pull me along with him, because that's exactly what he did. Wolffe grabbed my jedi robe and I fell right with him to the floor. Me above him. For a second I hesitated before I used the position to pin his arms and legs with my own. I got him. The big bad Wolffe was defeated.

“Give up?“ I asked out of breath. Wolffes breathing was as heavy and loud as my one while his chest brushed over mine with every deep breath he and I took. I felt his breath on my lips. His pupils were blowing wide and sweat visible on his forehead. He smelled better than I expected. More like himself and less like everyone else on the ship. More like the real Commander and not the cheap lemon soap the Clones got.

As I noticed now he was wearing a small smirk again. “You should know better.“ And with that he used his power and rolled us over. Now he was on top of me. One of his legs between mine while he pinned my hands above my head. Wolffe was obviously stronger and every attempt to break free failed.

“Give up, Mesh`la?“ Eyebrows raised and a confident smile was all I could see. Kriff, he really got me now. Unless I’d use this situation and my body to my advantage.

“I don’t know, you tell me Wolffe“, I whispered against his lips.

Wolffe growled under his breath before he brushed his lips against mine. Now I got him where I wanted.

“You’re doing things to me you don’t know ‘bout“, he mumbled deeply and I was sure that he felt my heart drumming against his chest. Wolffe had this special power over me and it was clear that I made him feel the same way. We never spoke about our feelings, but we both knew, that this between us was something more than a friendship. Maybe a dangerous game, because if anyone found out about our mutual feelings, they would take each other away from us. After the war, I always told myself, maybe after the war there’d be an opportunity to get together, but not now.

Wolffes hands which pinned mine loosened its grip while one of it went straight to my waist. His eyes were hooded and his breath was quicker than usual. The Commander really thought our little game was over.

“Maybe you should tell or show me then.“

His breath hitched after my respond, “I don’t want to scare you off.“ His eyes were showing pain I’d never seen in them before. Was he scared of losing me? He could never. I knew about his reputation. He was the big bad wolf the little Shinies and other clones were afraid of. But I wasn’t scared of his hard case. I actually adored it. It made him intriguing.

“I’m a Jedi. It’s not easy to scare me off, Wolffe. And you’re definitely not someone I could ever be scared of.“

He shrugged, wanting to say something, but before he could, I wrapped my legs around his hips and turned us over once again.

“Who has the upper hand now?“ I smirked. This time pining him, so he couldn’t roll us over once again.

“Looks like you won this time, Cyare.“

“Obviously, Commander.“

I got up to my feet, before giving Wolffe a helping hand which he agreed to take. This little moment between us was over.

“But I don’t think the Clankers will fall for a move as such.“ Was all he said all while giving my butt a little smack, as I was slowly walking away. All I could do was smirk. Typical Wolffe.

I winked at him, “You aren’t one of the Droids and also, it was a move I specially made up for you.“

Wolffe crossed his arms, not before giving me one last of his typical eye rolls. “See ya, Wolffie.“

I heard him chuckle while walking away. Excited how our next interaction would go on.

[bratdotcom]

Red and The Wolf

( Re1!Chris Redfield x gn!reader || haunted house fun!! ♡ getting lost with a werewolf || warning: cussing but for comedic effect )

[ requested by @maccaronimassacre ]

“Don't worry, I'll protect you! Don't worry your head- like ever because I'll scare all those zombies away! I promise!” Your friends' words taunt you mentally as you try to navigate around the library with only half a map. Your friend, of course, tore off the other half in panic as you both struggled to grab it, in the frenzy you're left (quite literally) in the dark Spencer Mansion library, using the shelves to guide you along its maze-like paths. That and the faint moon light in the barred up windows let in. Really helped with the ambiance. “Protect me, my ass! That bitch left me when the zombies came swarming in-” your tone of voice gets louder, despite being in a library as you spoke. Talking like someone was really there, beside you. The Mansion really was getting to you now, huh? 

There was, in fact, someone right there beside you. ( More like behind you). And for someone as tall as him, he was really good at sneaking around. 

“That bitch said he'd protect me from fake zombies! Fake fucking friend!” you shout out to the darkness around you, and from that darkness a chuckle rumbles from it. 

You thought you were alone. 

Hearing the sound makes you run deeper into the library like a scared deer in headlights, how fitting once you hear what sounds like a howling noise behind you. Sounded like a werewolf.

The noise only makes you run faster, through a door, pass a weird looking bust sculpture hanging onto a wall until you're left cornered without anywhere to go. 

Loud, heavy footsteps get closer to your hiding spot in an obvious spot. You weren't that good at hiding when you were scared, the werewolf thought, snickering behind his mask. 

The figure towers above your own curled up, with you behind a desk. A dumb spot to hide, really but what else could you do? Fight a werewolf?

The werewolf fumbles with something in his pocket, sounded analog but you couldn't exactly tell what it was. 

Then, you hear a click. 

The wolfish sounds stop. 

“You're not supposed to be in here, you know that?” A voice says, followed by the sound of a switch flipping on. The room fills with light, as your eyes adjust to the light, you realize you're in a storage room. And in front of you was a man, in a werewolf costume. 

“Are you lost? You seem lost.” He says, not letting you talk as he helps you up. “Also that hiding spot isn't really good in a haunted house.” He comments, chuckling slightly at how confused you look. “Wait…where am I?” You ask, blinking confusedly at him. 

“A storage room, Red.” He says, giving you a nickname and yet he didn't know your name. Calling you red based off of the red jacket you were wearing. How fitting. Red riding hood and the big bad wolf. 

“I have a name, you know.” You say back, dusting off your jacket. Hiding underneath a desk didn't do well for your back. 

“What's your name then, Red?” He asks back, playfully. 

After you tell him your name, you learn that his name was Chris. You also learnt that after he took off his werewolf mask that he was surprisingly cute. 

Chris leads you through a labyrinth of secret passageways throughout the haunted house, it seemed like he knew the place like the back of his hand. 

Coincidentally, he doesn't notice that he's holding onto your hand. Yet you notice a lot. Not that you minded- of course. He holds your hand because he “doesn't want you to get lost” he says, which was true. Getting lost was surprisingly much scarier than the Spencer Mansion itself. 

“Some friends you have, huh?” He comments, after you explain your situation to him. “You're lucky I found you before Wesker did- he'd be pissed that someone got into the storage room without his permission.” He chuckles, holding you close as you both squeeze through a tight hallway. You tense up against Chris, trying not to make this any more awkward than it already was. 

“Sorry, (Y/N). We're almost out of here. Don't worry you'll get your freedom at last.” He promises you with a smile as you inch closer to the exit. You're both finally able to breathe again when you both leave that hallway that most likely wasn't OSHA approved. You didn't want to dwell on that. You didn't think you'd find yourself in this situation either. Being saved by a werewolf in a haunted house. 

After going through another labyrinth of hallways and passageways you're finally outside, the cold air outside was a stark contrast to how it was inside the Mansion. Without words, you sit down on a stone bench near the entrance. 

Chris sits next to you, patting your shoulder reassuringly. “You made it out alive, good job.” He says, in an encouraging tone. "Thanks.." You sigh tiredly and lean against his shoulder. Today was a long night, but at least you made it out alive.

[hanzhen0506]

Hold On for a Little Longer

Hello! Its Zhan! This imagine is inspire by their courage video. I honestly love how cute Youngjae was but Kyungmin playing piano though? As a pianist, im amazed. Oh and Kyungmin and Jihoon being the ones who werent that scared compared to Hanjin and Youngjae is impressive. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

You and Kyungmin are known to be the couple who dont want to admit that they are a couple. I mean- everybody could see it, even the teacher. You like each other and yet you both dont want to confess thinking that “he/she doesnt like me back.” And everybodys like ??? So the whole class devised a plan. That is where you, Kyungmin and the whole class are, a haunted house carnival. The rule is simple, escape the house in pairs of 2. Surprise surprise, you got paired up with Kyungmin. “Y/n, lets do our best!” He cheered and you trembled giving him a thumbs up.

You entered the house and went to your first place, told to complete a puzzle. Suddenly the light turn off and the corner light up showing a ghost, none of you were scared but more to startled. He held your hand tightly, staring at the ghost while you complete the puzzle. The next spot is a music room and the music sheet is a riddle. Once you answered (which is to play a song). Kyungmin volunteered to play the piano. “Kyungmin-ah,” you said, hurriedly sitting down beside him as he played a song in the piano. Then a ghost suddenly appeared in the instrument, you scream seeing it while Kyungmin held on to you tightly. The said ghost gave you a map and you both left the room feeling tense. Kyungmin didnt stop hugging you and you hold his hand as you slowly went to the bedroom.

The flickering light in the corner of the room indicates the next quest but you were hesitant to go, “Hold on, let me do it then.” He said grabbing a letter, another ghost suddenly went out of the closer furniture near you and you panic and hold on to Kyungmin, you were so scared that your knees went weak and he panicked trying to hold you up. “WAAAA FUCK YOU GHOST GET OUT, KYUNGMIN-AHHHH” You cried out, while Kyungmin laugh at your reaction. “You heard what she said, leave!” He joked and the ghost complied.

“I cant do thissss” You begged hugging his waist as you squat on the floor. “Hold on a little longer, let me read the paper.” Kyungmin said, squatting next to you as he reads. You circled your arms around his neck as you sob while he pat your head. “Hold on for a little longer y/n”

“What do we have to do now.” You sniffle, looking up and he smile. “This.” He peck your lips and you were stunned in place. “W-what was that for???” You blush. “I like you too, y/n”

“H-huh?” He showed you the letter, it was actually your letter about your feelings towards him. You reach the later to take away but he refused and stumbled back. “Stop! That’s embarrassing!”

“No its not! Listen, ‘I think what made me like Kyungmin the most would be his warmth. Its something so comfortable that it doesnt even to be physical either.’ See? Thats sweet!” “W-whatever..” You said hiding your face in his neck. “So what should we do now?”

“I guess go outside through the front door?”

“Hm.. Kyungmin?”

“Yes y/n?”

“I think I cant walk anymore.. my legs feels weak.” He laughed at your body being too scared to move and he got into action. Putting your letter into his pocket and carrying you like a toddler. Then another ghost scared Kyungmin making him scream and run, him screaming makes you scream and held to him tightly as you both were being chased by the ghost.

You finally got outside of the house and you can hear everybody cheering from outside. He put you down carefully and you hid behind him, flustered. “So are you finally dating?” One of your friend ask, Kyungmin pulled you beside him as he rest his hand on your shoulder. “Should we?” He ask and you nod with a grin, he smiled back and cups your face kissing you once again.

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(Please do not steal my works!)

[jacksdinonuggets]

Caregiver Willow

Willow caregives for Amity after she finds out about her regression.

requested by anonymous

thank you Anonymous! this was a cute prompt to write about, I hope you like it!

Willow was walking to her locker, thinking about her plants homework. Her locker was next to Amity's and like always, the purple haired girl was there.

"Good morning, Willow," she waved. 

"Hey, Amity," she responded. They talked a little bit about stuff going on until the locker Amity had, wouldn't let go of her abomination textbook.

She pulled but it didn't let go. So she tried extra hard this time and pulled for a long time. The door had held onto it and they were in a tug-o-war situation until the locker had let go, spilling all of Amity's belongings from the storage area. 

Willow immediately got down to help her friend but gawked slightly at one item that had fallen out. There was a pink, rabbit lunch bag, with a couple of its contents spilled out. And one of those contents, was a purple and white pacifier, seemingly made for an adult or teen mouth.

Amity looked confused on what she was staring at, until she followed where her gaze was. Her face burned in embarrassment and she quickly picked it all up and shoved it back into her locker.

"Uh, o-okay, w-well I gotta go!" She stuttered rapidly, trying to make a run for it.

"Amity, wait," Willow announced, getting her friend to stop in her tracks.

"Let's talk about this," She tried to get Amity to come near her, but she just ran away with tears in her eyes.

Willow knew all about age regression. Her therapist had recommended it once. Although she never could regress, she found the caregiver role something she'd like to try out. She did some research on it, and knew what to look for in case of a scenario with a little. And the scared look in Amity's eyes, made her caregiving instinct kick in. She knew Amity was slipping and might need help.

Willow ran to Amity's locker and pried open the lockers mouth, retrieving the little bag. Then she followed the direction where Amity was going. She saw her leaving the school front doors and saw her run under the stairs to hide. 

Willow waited a few moments to give her space before slowly walking down the steps and going underneath them, where she found the girl, curled up and sucking on her thumb.

When Amity noticed Willow, she squeaked and tried to hide her face in the hood of her cowl. She whimpered and whined, waiting for her to leave. The girl started to cry when Willow wasn’t leaving. She wanted her to go away and leave her alone!

“Hey, its okay, I won’t make fun of you or tell anyone. I just want to help you,” Willow walked over to the girl and sat on her knees. The purple haired witch looked up for a second but curled in on herself more. She began to sob more.

“No, no, don’t cry! I’m sorry if I scared you,” Willow started to panic a little. She pulled out the little bag and set it in front of her. Amity looked at it for a second, and then back at willow. She didn’t seem like she was going to manipulate her or make fun. 

“Its okay, I’ll protect you, don’t worry about anyone seeing. You can trust me,” Willow promised.

Amity slowly uncurled, sniffling and wiping her nose on her sleeve. She reached for the bag and immediately plopped her pacifier in her mouth. She studied Willow a little more, realizing how… caring she seemed at that moment. She had that worried look in her eyes as well. This made Amity feel protected but vulnerable. She felt like she could trust her though, so she slowly crawled over to Willow’s lap and curled into it.

“It’s alright, you can regress now,” she reassured the Little. Amity allowed herself to fully slip and relax while snuggled up in her lap.

After a couple of minutes passed, Willow knew she should probably take her home. There was no way Amity could finish the school day like this.

“Hey, Ami? I’m going to take you home, okay? I’ll watch over you there, don’t worry,” Willow explained, picking the girl up. She set the girl down on the grass while she picked up and organized her bags. She noticed that inside of the little bag  there was a clear plastic bag with what seemed to be a diaper. It was a plain white one but it looked pretty thick. She realized that Amity probably needed them while in this headspace.

“Hey, Ami? No judgment, but do you often have accidents while feeling small?” she asked her/ Amity shrugged, her face red.

“Do you think you’ll need one of these?” 

Amity nodded smoly.

“Dey jus’ weally comfy ‘nd ‘elp me feel safe,” She lisped.

“I understand, do you need me to help you?” she asked. Amity nodded again, feeling extremely embarrassed. Luckily, Willow put up a vine barrier so no one would see. 

After the very awkward and sort of uncomfortable change, Amity was put into sweatpants over her padding instead of her usually leggings. This was so she wouldn’t be mortified if they passed someone while walking to the manor, as the outline of the diaper would be noticeable in skin tight leggings

When that was done, Willow and Amity walked to the Blight manor, where luckily no one would be home. Willow actually had to carry her most of the way since she got tired. It was a pretty short walk but her stamina was acting wonky since her headspace wasn’t very big at the moment. 

After they walked into the cold, big house, Willow decided that Amity would probably feel more comfortable in her room. Luckily she remembered where her room was and carried her there. Amity was happy to be in the familiar surroundings, as she got out her friend’s arms and waddled over to her stuffed demon and gave it a big hug.

“Dis is Ubby!” she waved the stuffy’s hand to Willow. Willow smiled and awed at the cute toddler-like antics. She remembered how obsessed Amity was with stuffed demons when they were physically younger.

Amity grabbed another stuffed demon and began playing with both while Willow cleaned out her sippy cup with a simple water spell and bucket. While she finished drying it off, she felt a tug on her sleeve. She looked and saw Amity tugging on it.

“Can i has papew? I wanna dwaw,” She asked politely. 

“Of course, I’ll go get it,” Willow gave Amity a piece of paper from the desk and crayons. Amity cheered happily and giggled.

“I’ll be right back, Ami, I’m going to fill this up, okay?”

“Otay!” Amity responded, still looking at her drawing. 

While Willow was filling up the sippy cup with water, she heard a loud crash come from up the stairs. Right when it happened, she quickly screwed the lid on and ran up to see what happened. She heard crying coming from inside the room. She burst through the door and saw Amity crying on the floor next to a knocked down chair.

Willow rushed over and embraced Amity, trying to get her to calm down.

“I-I- I wan-ed to get mowe papew bu’ d-da chaiw fell down when i cwimbed on to get it!” She cried into Willow’s shoulder. Willow rocked her back and forth and whispered kind words into her ears.

Eventually when she calmed down, Willow decided to talk to her on why she shouldn’t be climbing on furniture.

“Next time, please wait for me to come back, you could've gotten hurt. No climbing on things, please, ami?” Willow asked. 

“Otay…” Amity sniffed. Her eyelids grew heavy and she became really tired. Willow noticed and put her back in her bed, where she tucked her in and gave her the stuffy to cling to.

Amity felt safe with the comfy, thick padding covering her bottom half, the stuffy in her arms, her comforting paci in her mouth, and the covers tucked around her. She drank a bit of her water from the cup before plopping her paci in her mouth. The feeling of safety and security made her feel relaxed and peaceful.

[turtle-mama]

"Both Bayverse and Rise reactions to a clumsy S/O"

Why both? Because I couldn't decide who I liked more.

Might also have fallen while getting on public transit this morning and got back up LIKE A BOSS!

Warnings: falling, little mentions of blood, Fluffy, Death by cute.

Definitely SFW.

NON SPECIFIC Reader POV.

Bay Raph

Sees what just happened and immediately bursts out laughing

Realizes you might actually be hurt but you stand up like a champ!

You laugh it off with him and make fun of yourself (you fall quite a bit)

You tell him you need to be put in bubble wrap

He's slightly worried that you're masking your pain (Since he does the same thing)

You tell him you're fine and you continue to make fun of yourself

He starts to feel like he offended you by laughing instead of helping you.

You sigh, giving him a arm rub.

You reassure him again and tell him it happens all the time and you're surprised this is the first time it has happened in front of him.

He still doesn't feel right so whenever he sees you almost tumble he grabs your hand, waist, arm, the list is endless.

Rise Raph

Big brother mode ACTIVATE!

Oh the poor bean

He is all over you, making a big fuss

As he helps you off the ground he sees you laughing your head off.

He is very confused as you brush yourself off.

You reassure him it happens all the time and that you are surprised this is the first time you have fallen in front of him.

He is a nervous wreck now.

He is following behind you like a scared parent with a toddler learning to walk

Even though you're well aware how to walk.

You glance over to see him watching

Staring

It's starting to get worrying.

You ask him if he's okay and he blinks

"AM I OKAY?! YOURE THE ONE WHO FELL!"

You give a reassuring smile and fall into his chest plate (on purpose)

He panics, catching you in his arms

You tell him that he sweeps you off his feet and you can't tell where his cheeks meet his mask.

Bayverse Leo

What just happened?

Are you okay? Are you hurt? You're laughing? Why are you laughing?!

You tell him about all times you have fallen and have gotten back up.

You reassure him you are okay and continue making fun of yourself

However, he is DEFINITELY NOT convinced.

He checks you over to make sure you're not bleeding

"Nothing's broken? No bleeding? Do you have a concussion?"

You roll your eyes at his ridiculousness

He asks you why you're taking it so well.

You tell him you fell a lot as a child and had to learn to get back up

Making fun of yourself came with the territory.

Now he's embarrassed he made such a fuss.

No worries though.

You tell him he can make a little bit of a fuss every once in a while

You found it cute and kind of nice someone cared.

Rise Leo

Oh he is on the floor with you.

Not because he fell too

But because he's laughing at your clumsy butt!

He remarks how it was such a "Donnie move".

You lay on the floor for a few moments, not really moving.

He gets a little worried and pokes you. Asking you if you can get up.

"I can't I've died, I'm dead."

This sends him on the floor again.

You let out a wide smile and brush yourself off.

Leo whipes his laughter tears and asks in all seriousness if you're okay.

You smirk and reply "if I didn't get up I would have needed CPR."

Leo squirms, pulling your waist to his

"I may not know CPR, but my rad skills will definitely keep you from falling again.

You blush as you both turn to walk away.

You both end up falling on your face.

But it's okay. You just go into a laughing fit and repeat.

Bayverse Donnie

Oh no. Not again.

He sighs taking out a med kit off his shell.

You shake your head, giving a small chuckle that you're okay.

No you're not. Your forehead is bleeding a little.

He smiles, placing pain spray and a bandage over your head.

He gives you a kiss and asks you to be more careful next time.

You chuckle and rub the bandage. Reminding him that its you.

He smiles and lifts you up a little.

"I understand, love. But I'm running out of bandaids.

You apologize for being so clumsy.

He rolls his eyes and kisses your forehead again.

He tells you it's not a bother but he wants you to be more aware of your surroundings.

You apologize again.

He pulls you close to his side so you focus more on his support.

Rise Donnie

Good Galileo, you clumsy dork.

He rolls his eyes. "I give that a five at best.

You fall a lot so you stared rating your attacks to the floor.

"I give that recovery a solid 8 though. Your timing was much quicker than last time."

You burst into laughter, saying how you'll try harder on your landing next time.

He scans the ground, looking for whatever you tripped on.

You reassure him it was just your feet not landing on the ground right.

He stairs at you and you move about your business.

However, he walks plastered to your side.

He's not a fan of physical touch.

But he definitely doesn't want you to fall again.

You smile. Placing your arm around him.

You ask him on his imput about how to fall better.

And this data loving bean pulls out a record of your best falls and tells you about his favorite ones.

Bayverse Mikey

Ahhhh! Oh no! You just fell!

He's panicking.

You stand up, brushing your knees.

He places his hands on your face and squishes your cheeks.

You smile and take his hands off your cheeks.

You reassure him you're okay and poke fun at yourself for "falling with style".

However you see his eyes tear up.

You give another reassurance and kiss his cheek.

He apologized for not paying attention and he will be better next time.

You reassure him again that it wasn't his fault and how you fall all the time.

That doesn't make him feel better qnq

He makes a promise to be there when you fall again.

You remind him thats unrealistic but you appreciate his effort.

You take his hand and tell him this is the best way for now.

He holds your hand with pride as he struts along side you.

He's a good protect boy.

Rise Mikey

10/10 best fall he's ever seen!

You get up and strike a superhero pose.

He cheers you on and looks at you like you just took on Lou Jitsu and won.

That is, until he sees you're bleeding.

You look at your arm and give it a good wipe.

You tell him you're totally fine and go about your way.

He's not okay.

Every 5 minutes he's asking if you're okay.

You reassure him every time.

It doesn't bother you.

You know it's just how he is. He gets that from Raph.

He keeps looking at your arm and asks if you want a bandaid.

To amuse him, you say no but you'll take a cool sticker.

Mikey smiles and pulls out a star sticker.

You smile and place it on the wound. That's gonna hurt later.

But it makes him happy and helps him feel better.

[59candelas]

Idk if you have rules for requests but I’d love sm cute with Egon x reader on there period? Thought it would be cute!

Thx

Okay, I really like this request! Hope you like it. sorry it took so long to make this i’ve been caught up in work, and shit, so I apologize.

Warnings⚠️ Cuddles, Bits of flirting, Pain, Slight panic, Reader getting lightheaded , Narrator swearing, Mentions of blood.

Genre: Period🌲

Pronouns: She/Her.

Note: Egon, and Y/N are best friends, not dating in this one.

Cuddles & Dark Chocolate|Egon Spengler x Female!Reader.

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It was just a normal day. The sun shining through the window, the birds chirping, and Egon working in the lab. Everyone was having a normal day. Except you unfortunately.

Your god damn period had just started, and Janine wasn’t there to go grab you some things. Well actually, nobody was there. Except Egon of course.

You, and Egon have been friends a year before the ghostbusters even started. To be honest you were falling for him. But that was your little secret.

You could ask him to get you some things, but he probably didn’t know what they were, or where to get them. Though you didn’t really have a choice. You could ask him to get you some things, but it possibly be a no because of an experiment, or you could suffer. Of course you didn’t want to suffer so you chose to ask him.

You got up out of bed, and went straight for the lab. Where Egon was. Hopefully you don’t fall on the way there, considering your periods were really bad most of the time.

You walked in slowly, carefully closing the door to not disturb your best friend.

“Need something?” You heard from a voice, almost in a not questioning tone.

“Yes actually..” You said in fear he would say no, and you would just be in pain until Janine came back from her date with Louis.

“What is it you need?” Egon said, almost sounding concerned. He turned in his chair to face you.

“I-I um need you to go get me something for my umm, period.” You whispered the last part shyly, as if you were talking in bed alone not wanting to wake anyone up.

“Oh, thats what you need?” He replied as if nothing was weird with what you had just said, considering he probably doesn’t know what it is. Scratch that, of course he knows what it is. Hes a genius.

“Yeah..I need some pads..” You gave a small whine from a sudden pain at the end of the sentence. Egon heard this, and paused for a moment thinking about how much pain you’re in.

“Okay, I’ll go get you some as fast as I can, but first can you go lie down for me please?”

You were confused, but just nodded, and went to go lie down on your part of the bunkbed.

Egon quickly put away his things, and went into the bunk room to see you.

“I’m about to go get you some things, but first I’m going to get you a warm towel. Is that ok?”

“Yeah, thats fine.” You replied, wincing a bit at the end of your sentence.

Egon went into the bathroom to get a warm wet towel to put on you to help ease the pain. As soon as he got the warm towel, he came over to you pulling down the covers a bit, he stopped when you jolted up from the sudden movement.

“S-sorry just scared me a bit.” You said shyly. “Its fine, do you mind if I put it on?” Egon asked concerned. You didn’t know why he was concerned, but after you had said yes that answered your question. He had to put it on your lower stomach.

“This ok?” Egon said with a caring voice, searching your face for any discomfort.

“Yes, its fine.” After Egon finished he put the covers back on you, and left to go to the local general store to grab some pads.

While Egon was gone, you had become a bit lightheaded. You were losing a lot more blood than usual from not having a pad to gather everything. You started to have a bit of a panic. You we hoping Egon would come back soon with your pads. After about two more minutes you had started a meltdown from all of the pain. Just a bit after you started, you heard running with the sound of a bag.

“Y/N! Are you ok!?” You heard a deep voice in a worried tone. Egon.

You figured he was concerned from the crying noises, followed by quiet wimpers. Egon rushed over to you not caring about the bag to see if you were ok.

“E-egon?” You said, voice cracking in the process of the sentence.

“Its me Y/N, i’m here i’m here. It’s ok.” Just that alone was already helping. It was like he had, magical powers, or something. As you calmed down, Egon went to go get the bag that he had dropped. Egon then came back over to you.

“Here, I got you more than what you wanted I hope thats ok.” Egon said in a sort of quiet voice. “Oh its fine, thanks.” You responded, voice cracking again. Egon put the bag on the table in front of you, and pulled everything out of it. He got you lots of things. Pads, dark chocolate, I don’t think painkillers existed back then but if they did then painkillers, and a little plush bear. You started to blush when Egon put the little bear in your lap. It was just a simple brown bear with a little red ribbon around its neck. It was a bit small, but you didn’t mind one bit. You loved it, and thought it was nice of Egon to get you a plush bear even though you didn’t ask him to.

“Egon..you’re too kind.” You said feeling guilty for not ever getting him gifts like this for when he was sick, or having a bad day like you.

“It’s just a little something. Nothing special. Why don’t you go change? It will make you feel better.”

“Okay, but it’s special to me..Like you are to me..” You whispered the last part out, not wanting Egon to hear it, although he did hear it.

“What?” Egon said in a confused tone. You started to panic, realizing what you had said.

“Uh, um.” Was all you could say.

“Y/N..” Egon said, waiting for a response from you. “Y-you’re special to me Egon, I mean we’ve been friends for I don’t know how long. You’re a part of my life that I can’t live without.”

Egon was surprised by you words, and pause for a bit before saying something back. “Y/N…you’re so sweet.” He said under his breath trying to think of what to say next. “You know..you’re the most sweetest person i’ve ever met. I couldn’t imagine a world with out you in it.” You took his words by surprise, just sitting there staring into his beautiful eyes.

After the awkwardness you got up quickly to go change, and clean yourself up. Once you got finished you went back to sit down on the bottom bunk. “Do you mind if I eat some of the dark chocolate?” You asked Egon, not knowing if he wanted to talk. “No you can eat some, I don’t mind. You nodded, and unwrapped the chocolate stopping to ask Egon something.

“Egon?” You whispered. “Hm?” Egon responded, wandering what you needed. “I know your not into affection, or physical interaction, but do you mind um…cuddling with me? It normally eases the pain..” You hesitantly asked. Egon wasn’t really the guy into physical touch, even though you were his best friend.

Egon paused a bit until hesitantly coming over to you, and standing there not knowing what to do. “Just..tell me what I need to do. I’ll try to help as much as I can.” He said that almost like this was his first time meeting you. “Okay, I’ll get up and then you lie down. Then I’ll come lie down with you. Is that ok?” You were talking a bit fast, exited to cuddle with your best friend. Or you crush.

Egon lied down getting some covers on top of him, and nodded at you to cole lie down with him. “Are you sure you’re ok with this?” You asked not wanting to force him into something he didn’t want to do. “Yes i’m sure Y/N.” After he spoke, you walked over to the small bed, and pulled up the covers to get in the bed with Egon.

After settling in the bed you realized you were invading Egon’s space. “Oh sorry.” You whispered, and rolled over to the other side. but you were pulled back. By Egon? “Huh?” You said confused by the action played by Egon. “Its fine. You’ll get more heat on this side anyways.” Egon whispered in your ear. “And I get to see your pretty face..” He said under his breath. You didn’t hear him which Egon was relived by. After that you snuggled into his chest and you both drifted to sleep.

-59Candelas

Hope you enjoyed! Sorry it took so long to make.

Part 2?

[last-starry-sky]

It’s was the one where Simon pays an OF creator to keep her clothes on!

I love it! 😂 sir, my true calling is to shag you. Now stop encaging me with your big chest! I love mean Simon but I thought it wasn’t your thing!! I firmly believe mean Simon is just soft Simon before you win your way to his heart. How would we recover after he confronted us? 🤔

aaaaaa I loved that one too! It was so off the cuff (and rough lmao) that I wasn't sure anyone would like it but me. btw i will reblog and then die if anyone does more with that idea because its so so so so good!!! i don't know why making them obsessed over some cute girl on the internet goes straight to my heart but it just does!

alsooooo so funny that you asked what happens next bc i was about to add on to that first part when I got home but I was so wiped out I just fell asleep. lucky for you, you get to read it here!

You bolt out of the kitchen, terrified of being caught out. How did he know? You thought you’d acted the part perfectly, you think as you wipe away the tears that had welled around your eyes. You had heard word around that Ghost was skilled at, ah, "collecting information" as they put it. It made a shiver run down your spine as you darted down the halls to your room. What if he’s seen right through you this whole time? What if he’s told-

Your thoughts stop as you collide with a solid body.

(now it's choose your own adventure time. I'll use the emojis to help y'all find your place in my walls of text.)

⭐It's Gaz.

You gasp out in surprise, blurting out an apology as you try to back away. His hand lands on your shoulder. It's so nice and warm that you don't even notice his other hand wipe at your cheek.

Oh yeah. You're crying.

"Okay there, love?" he asks all sweet and low, concern wrinkling the skin between his brows.

You turn up the water works only a little bit. Tears continue to fall as you sniffle, averting your eyes and stepping away from him.

"I'm . . . i'm okay," you answer, lying as you wipe at your eyes again.

"Don't seem like it. What's wrong?" he says gently, trying to catch you in his arms as you flutter away always just a bit out of reach.

"I'm . . . it's just-" you answer, nervously peering down the hall.

With perfect timing, Ghost comes stalking around the corner. You jump, and it's no act. He really can scare you sometimes. His name isn't out of Gaz's mouth before you're running down the hall away from them both.

💥It's Soap.

"There y' are!" he says sweeping you into a hug that crushes you into his chest with one arm. "Skipped off with our tea, didya?"

"No," you whine, more from the uncomfortable press of his muscles into your face and neck than from your flustered mix of emotions.

He lets you go and watches as you wipe the tears from your face.

"Sorry," you apologize unprompted. "I was making it. Just-"

His hand is on yours where it's swiping across your cheek.

"Forget it," he says, voice gone soft. "What's with you? What's happened?"

You force a tear to well down your cheek into your laced fingers.

"Nothing," you lie back, voice warbling.

"Doesn't seem like nothing, hen," he says pulling you back against his chest. He pats at your head as you sob into his strong chest, t shirt absorbing your tears. "Talk to me."

A voice calls from behind you, startling you out of his chest.

"Soap!"

Fuck. It's Ghost.

Soap's arm slips a little bit, allowing you to dart down the hall away from the both of them.

🌀It's Price.

He doesn't seem the least bit concerned that you just ran into him, or that you're crying for that matter. He just holds you away from him, both hands on your shoulders, silently inspecting you. You falter under his stare. You can't speak. Can't even wipe at the tears that track down your cheeks.

If Ghost had any doubts about you he would have told Price. No doubt. It makes you quake in your boots.

"Ghost find you?" he asks directly.

Oh fuck. He knows. You try to compose yourself, try not to panic but it's no use. All you can do is prepare for what's coming next.

You nod and sniffle. A weak, 'Y-yes" following.

Price sighs, palming your wet cheek in his hand.

"Sorry," you whisper, not really sure what you're apologizing for.

He only shakes his head, wiping away your tears for you.

"He can be a tough one, love. Don't let it get to you." When he pulls away his hand, he gives your shoulder a friendly pat.

Oh, you think. He's doesn't know. You could kiss him for the weight he's taken off your mind.

"You're doin' good. Glad to have you." You give him a small smile through your still-teary eyes. He smiles back. "Need me to walk you back to your room?" he asks sweetly with a tilt of his head.

Before you can answer, Prices attention is drawn away. He's staring down someone who just walked around the corner behind you.

"Price," Ghost says plainly, more to acknowledge his presence than as a greeting.

"Ghost," Price says in return.

There's an acidic, electric feeling crackling between the three of you as you stand in the hallway. You can feel the eyes on you, the rumble of the storm about the break. Price lets go of your shoulders, allowing you to walk away. You feel his hand on your back as you brush past him. Perhaps he cares enough about you to not want to involve you in whatever is about to happen. Interesting.

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More?? 👀👀👀 Let me know what ideas you have!

[hi-imlilac]

Not my Victim

Darkness spread out and all around, leaving lilac in a void. A dream. Her dream land. Strange though, majority of the time she was either just living life normal, or running away from a huge crimson red monster. A beast, in a way. Yet here she stood, darkness all around her. This wasn't normal, and she could feel it. Perhaps walking would ease her mind.

She starts walking through the endless void in silence. It didn't take long before she came across a figure. Her eyes brightened up when she saw him. Victim. Maybe this was his doing and he wanted to tell her something in the most discrete way. Through her dreams. She walked forward and was about to call out to him, but she froze in her tracks as the figure turned to face her.

that's... that's not victim. It can't be him. But it is. She took a step back as her widened eyes stayed on him, fear that it'd do something if she looked away for even a second gripped her heart. The figure let out a low chuckle, it's voice a static like groan.

"Why so scared?"

It asked. It's voice scared her and she felt a shiver run down her spine as her voice hitched. It chuckled again before it's voice became more clear and the static seemed to fade.

"How silly of me. Allow me to make my voice a bit more... bearable"

It cleared its throat, it's voice now a perfect imitation of victims. Lilac finally came to her senses and tried to talk, but no sound came out. It laughed again.

"My apologies, dear. I didn't quite mention that you can't speak in this realm. Not that you'd need to. I can answer whatever questions you have on your mind."

It took a step closer. Lilac would've run if the fear of turning her back on it didn't glue her feet to the ground.

"To start off, you're correct. I'm not your victim. I'm different, very different. I'm not gonna hurt you... much..."

Her senses flared up a bit at the last part as electricity sparked in her hands. It looked down at her hands before chuckling yet again.

"Already want to fight? Cute. But I'm afraid that this kind of pain is not something that can be resisted through physical nor mental strength."

In an instant it vanished, causing Lilac to panic slightly as she looked in every direction. She froze upon hearing a chilling laughter echo throughout the void. She frantically looked around as more electricity sparked in her hands. But she couldn't pinpoint where the laugh came from. Mainly because it came from everywhere.

"Don't worry, dear. You'll forgive me later."

The voice whispered in her ears, causing her to jump and blast a big amount of electricity behind her. But he wasn't there. That when she felt this painful cracking sensation on her wrists. She rolled up her sleeves, only to find deep black cracks crawling up her hands. On her left, the was this blue glow to the cracks. On the right was a red glow to the cracks. The hurt.

"Think of it as my way of getting at killer and beast for leaving me behind"

At that, a sharp pain stabbed through both her wrists, causing her to yelp in pain. Her ears filled with deafening static and she felt a warm liquid roll down her cheeks. It hurts. Every passing second is just more pain increasing. She feels her powers burning in her chest like a raging fire, desperately trying to all get out at the same time. Electricity violently sparked around her and she let out a pained scream as she fell to her knees, this pain overwhelming her despite it being a nightmare. She cried out, her voice finally breaking through.

The only response was the static, forever growing louder and louder. She felt herself breaking from inside. This pain... it wasn't just a dream. She could feel all of this actually happening, her powers eating away at her chest, the cracks deepening and crawling further up her hands, the static ringing in her ears. It hurts. IT HURTS! IT HURTS!!!

She sits bolt up in her bed, the electric tears still rolling down her cheeks as the cracks slowly faded away. She was hyperventilating. She turns to her side. And there he is. Victim. Her victim. The one who'd never put her through such pain intentionally. She noticed his wings were closed as he slept on the chair placed next to her bed. The wings faded away, implying that he'd stopped using his powers.

It started making sense. He probably knew something was wrong and came to fix it. Even if he was tired and fell asleep, he still got the job done. Lilac wiped away the tears and put a hand on her chest, trying to calm down. It was just a dream, right? That wasn't real. That wasn't Victim. But it was.

[unknown-lifeform]

I'm not sure if you are still looking for requests but since you mentioned never tiring of monsters 👀

Cloud unknowingly becomes the object of affection for some werewolves (you pick who!) Because he helped one of them out of a trap and now they all have heart eyes for this human!

(sorry I just love how you write cloud as still being competent and strong even if he is surrounded by supernatural beings!)

"Easy there, easy."

The wolf stared at Cloud, ears folded back against its head. It wasn't growling, which Cloud considered a good sign.

He might be a little insane to be trying to get a wild wolf out of a snare. There was a high chance he would get an arm bitten off. However, he couldn't leave it there either. He was sure hunting season wasn't open yet, that whoever had left this trap here had to be a poacher.

"I won't hurt you," he said, as if the wolf would understand.

Shockingly, the wolf didn't try to attack as Cloud came closer. It remained still. And when Cloud made to grab the snare, it even whined like a regular dog.

"You shouldn't trust humans this much, you know," Cloud said, even if he was grateful it did.

No reactions as Cloud took hold of the trapped paw. He tried to work fast to undo the trap, and not focus on how soft the wolf's fur was. It didn't take long.

"There you go," he said, as the wolf stepped away and shook itself.

The wolf wagged its tail. Then, it jumped towards Cloud. He shouted, wondering if it had now remembered it was a wild animal. It pushed Cloud straight to the ground. Defenseless, unable to fight if the wolf decided to bite his throat out.

It licked Cloud's face a few times. Big, heavy paws rested square on Cloud's shoulders, preventing him from moving.

"Alright, you're welcome," he said, raising one hand to protect himself from the onslaught of affection.

The wolf let off. As Cloud caught his breath, he noticed his words hadn't been the reason for it. The wolf was looking between the trees, where a second wolf stood. Black like the first one, and staring at them with a much harder expression.

Cloud stood up, eyeing the new wolf. "Is that your buddy?"

The first wolf ran up to it, nosing its neck. Ignoring him, the newcomer kept staring at Cloud.

"I'll be going then," Cloud said, taking a step back. "Have fun. Don't get into more snares."

One, two steps. Then the first wolf broke into a run and cut Cloud's way.

"Why don't you go with- What?!"

The wolf's body swelled. It swelled up, and changed, and the fur retracted under its skin until it disappeared. In front of Cloud, in the space of a few seconds, wasn't a wolf anymore, but a man.

"Hi," the man said. "Please don't go yet. I have to thank you still."

"What," Cloud repeated, less shocked and more baffled this time.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I'm Zack."

Cloud vaguely gestured at him. "Why... Did I just dream of this?"

He couldn't have seen a wolf turn into a man and greet him. That hadn't happened.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I'm a werewolf. And I know, I know, why did I get trapped like that if I'm smarter than regular wolves? Poachers are the worst. I could have turned and freed myself, but the last time I tried that I got even more tangled up, plus snares get way tighter when your arms are bigger."

After a moment of contemplation, Cloud decided to turn on his heels.

On the opposite direction as... Zack, he guessed, was another man. Who was naked. There was also a conspicuous lack of other wolf.

"You've made him panic," the other man said.

"Ah, guess so?"

"You know you shouldn't turn in front of humans."

"But he helped me, I'm sure he's not going to be trouble! And look at him, he's too cute to be dangerous."

"Excuse me," Cloud said, "can someone tell me what's going on?"

The second man stopped glaring at Zack, and turned to Cloud with a warm smile. "Please, excuse us, we shouldn't have scared you. This isn't a dream either, I'm afraid."

"You're a wolf," Cloud said.

"My name is Angeal."

Cloud licked his lips. Turned to Zack. Turned to Angeal again. Wondered if it would be rude to pinch himself in front of... his dream werewolves, he guessed.

"May I ask you something?" Angeal said.

"Sure," Cloud replied.

"Why did you just help Zack? It would have very dangerous for you had he been a normal wolf."

Because I'm a reckless idiot, Cloud avoided saying. "I heard something moving while I was walking and saw him and I didn't want to leave him there. Can one of you give me a pinch?"

Rather than a pinch, he got a bear hug from behind that lifted him straight off the ground and almost crushed his ribs. You didn't get that kind of stuff in dreams.

"My savior," Zack said.

"Zack, put him down," Angeal said. "And you, you shouldn't go mess with wildlife. You could get hurt, or worse."

"Why's the wildlife werewolves?" Cloud gasped, and then slapped Zack's arm. "Let me go!"

Thankfully, Zack did. "Our pack lives in these woods. We don't really like humans knowing about us, so keep it a secret?"

Oh, for sure. What was Cloud supposed to do? Go around and tell people there were wolf men in the woods and he had saved one from poachers? They'd ask what mushroom he had eaten.

"Do you want to walk around with us?" Zack asked.

Cloud whipped around to stare at him. "What?"

"I gotta thank you somehow. We can go on a date!"

"As a way of thanking me...?" Cloud said.

"Sure! And Angeal would like to spend time with you as well, if he's telling you to be safe it means he's already attached."

Cloud turned to Angeal, who had turned his face away as if embarrassed.

"You want me to know if I want to go on a date with two naked men who are also wolves?" Cloud said. "I'm sorry, but I'm kind of freaking out here."

"Understandable," Angeal said.

"If you walk with us we can explain more things," Zack said.

Cloud thought about it for a long moment. He had been the one to try and save a trapped wolf, meaning he had already accepted a certain amount of danger in his day. On the good side, he hadn't been bitten. On the other, he was going to need a good week to stop reeling from this.

"You know what, fine," he said. "Walk me around. So long as you explain me what is going on here."

Zack hooked his arm with Cloud's, beaming from one ear to the next. "Sure! You coming, Geal?"

"I'm not leaving you alone with him," Angeal said.

Cloud didn't know if he should be grateful about that.