#nonnies ୭ 🧁 ✧ ˚. 🎀

[glossykissies]

omggg just imagine soldier boy hunched over you driving into you at the speed of light pushing your thighs back so far with his supe strength you think you might knee yourself in the face

you keep crying for him whining daddy over and over again and he just tells you to “shut the fuck up” 🥲

you love when he gets all serious and concentrated, hands holding your legs up behind your knees, thick biceps tenses as he fucks you through the mattress with his brow frowned. its a moment where he seems… human. desperate for release, and knowing your clingy, slick walls are the only thing that can bring him that is a god-tier ego boost.

your brain is mush by this point, given that off principle soldier boy had fucked you through roughly three orgasms — making your convulsing hole so sloppy that strings of your release would string to his base each time he pulled out to thrust, and a wet slapping sound filled the room.

“mmph, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!” you cry, because it’s all you can cry when he’s holding you down and ruining you like that.

“yeah i know baby.” he husks, thinking it’ll hush you but you continue, whining and squealing with each time he fucks in, bed violently creaking.

“da—daddy!” you wail, and he grunts — lips pressed together as he forces you back open when you clench too hard.

“ease up.” he instructs in concentration, but you’re hysterical— grabbing wherever you can reach.

“da—” you’re silenced by a hand over your mouth as he rocks you harder into the bed, jaw clenched.

“shut the fuck up, would you?” he all but growls, eyes shutting as he works himself up to your release. at his meanness, you do too.

[glossykissies]

imagine being put on a leash by butcher hhhnnng

the groups attention is gained by the sound of your scuffled footsteps along side butchers heavy and certain ones, along with a clink of metal.

“no no no no, monsieur charcuter you cannot keep this poor girl on a leash!” frenchie hops out of his seat, striding desperately towards the two of you. butcher smirks, giving you a little tug so you fall into his side, happy enough.

“yeah uh, seriously we’re trying to teach her to be… normal? you probably shouldn’t—”

the younger man is interrupted by a hand in the air, butcher silencing the room to speak.

“its just so she don’t run off on us again like last time, unclench your arses will ya?” he sighs, like they’re the crazy ones for questioning him.

m.m steps up, arms folded over his chest and a disapproving eyebrow raise. “you do know she’s a supe right? that girl runs off on you whilst you’re holding her leash and she’s ripping that arm clean off. you want that?” he questions, and billy only tilts his head with that maddening smile.

“incorrect, son. our girl here’s got super speed, not strength.” he explains as he rounds the back of you to clamp two hands down on your shoulders as your tail bats against his thigh. “say she does do a runner on us,” he tugs on the leash around your neck. “s’taking her head clean off. you don’t want that poodle, do ya?” he cranes round to look at you.

“nope!” you chime and he huffs out a laugh.

“see?” he steps back, ruffling your head. “you cunts are forgetting how loyal dogs are.”

still being referred to as a ‘dog’ by butcher did sting a little and you didn’t know why, especially as you looked mostly like a regular girl aside from a few key differences. this is why at the end of the day, you thought it would be best to show him how much of a woman you really are.

of course, you still ended up with the leash around your neck when you were naked, getting bounced on butchers cock.

“there you go girl, there you fuckin’ go. didn’t know you were such a dirty little pup, gettin’ off on me leashing ya. i shoulda known, saw that look in y’eye when i clipped it on ya. should’a guessed it would get you all worked up.” he pants as he grips your hip, lifting his own to fuck you on his lap.

“just— just wanted to be good for you today!” you squeal, clawing at his chest which makes him wince, tugging your leash closer so your face was right in front of his.

“you were very, very fuckin good. that what you wanted to hear pup? that gonna make you cream for me?”

butcher knew you too well.

[glossykissies]

how would butcher react to puppy reader peeing all over him? whether it be out of fear or excitement to see him

i think something really scary and gory would happen and it would trigger her trauma from the lab real bad and she’d just pee all on butcher :(

“oh fuckin’ ell. alright alright alright—” he’s the first to jump into action, lifting you under your arms with a careful expression. “hughie mate, help her would ya?” he gestures desperately to the tall brunette who flails in helpfully.

“help her? i— sorry i’m not really sure how i’m meant to—”

you whimper, all upset, trembling in fear and humiliation. back in the lab, if you pissed — they’d hurt you. your body expected the same here.

“oi, alright. settle down yeah? not gonna hurt ya, poodle. y’not in trouble. piss ain’t the worst thing i’ve been covered in, trust me. let’s get away from these unhelpful pricks, yeah?” he scratches his beard before welcoming you under his arm, guiding you away from everyone.

[glossykissies]

ok but imagine spoiled!brat reader being all mouthy when her nd soldier boy fuck and he shuts her up by shoving his fingers into her mouth nd he's js so focused on how fucked out her face looks with her drooling everywhere while still moaning 🥴🥴🥴

i luv the idea of soldier boy doing gross perverted things to u whilst he’s still adjusting to modern society n he keeps saying stuff like “christ, you young girls are really down for anything aren’t you? oh you’re gonna be fun. what a dirty little girl.” aghh

[glossykissies]

nuzzling into scotty after a long day and just breathing him in all soft and supple on his lap, arms draped around him as he drags his hands gently up and down your back hmmphhhh

he’s had a long day too so he can’t complain, just holding you so effortlessly in his lap, his head rested against the couch, eyes low on the tv.

“you’re just not gonna let me get up check my email at my computer are you?” he hums, knowing damn well he doesn’t wanna get up either.

“nope.”

“guess it’ll have to wait until tomorrow, then.” he shrugs, big hands pushing up your shirt on your back so he could touch your warm skin. the email could wait. after a pause he speaks again, a soft and uncharacteristic smile to his voice. “are you telling me all i am to you is a big comfy bed?” he drawls, jostling you slightly at the hips to tell you he’s only teasing.

“mm—mm.” you hum, too sleepy to respond with words.

“okay.” he huffs jokingly like he doesn’t believe you, pressing his lips to your crown.

[glossykissies]

i’ve got a really bad cold that has rocked me AND, to top it off, i’ve got my period 😖😖 really just want scotty and his big hands to keep me warm and massage my cramps away :(((

would be suuuuch a smartass abt it 🙄

you’re all sleepy and pliant in his bed when he gets home from work, and without asking he immediately starts sitting you up in his arms. it’s so effortless cos he’s just so strong and you immediately try to curl up against him, whining. “jesus christ, have you eaten anything? drank any water?” he sighs, shoving a hand up the back of your hoodie to feel your back. he’s all warm and you preen into the touch. “hot. get these blankets off for christ sake.” he mutters, ripping them away. you whine, a chill breaking out across your skin.

“sc’tty…” your voice breaks half way through your mewl and he shakes his head, rocking you slightly.

“how am i meant to go to work and leave you when you can’t look after yourself, huh?” it’s fairly soft, words not holding any real weight or judgement but you whimper sadly anyway. “alright. what hurts?”

you guide his hands to your stomach, settling back into him and he rubs the skin— warm and firm hands massaging out the ache.

scotty always made things better.

[glossykissies]

I can't stop imagining hybrid puppy reader who chews up everyone's shoes😭😭😭

this definitely happens in the early days after you get saved from the lab and you’re still trying to adjust to society as a ‘human’ woman. it’s especially funny because all of their reactions would be so different !! 😭

hughie: “no—no, i’m not like… mad i’m just like… why? you know our shoes get all sweaty and gross right? i mean one time i saw frenchie put his shoes on with no socks… that doesn’t… that doesn’t gross you out? no? okay! hey, i’m not judging.”

frenchie: “non, mon petit chiot i am not mad with you— they are just shoes, yes? i can buy new ones.”

m.m: “look. you can chew up everyone else’s shoes— but don’t you dare touch these, alright?” he asks, holding up a pair of his favourites in demonstration.

kimiko: *just shakes her head and points you toward butchers shoes instead*

butcher: “oh fuckin’ell. can anyone tell me why me big toe is sticking out these boots? no? no one feel like owning up?” he addresses the group, but stares directly at you waiting for an admission.

[glossykissies]

making scotty jealous he drags you back to the motel and fucks you stupid ♡ tears streaming down your face, cheeks flushed and just straight up drooling…. just want him to manhandle me so bad ᵔᴗᵔ

you’d know it was coming from the way he’d been watching you through his sunglasses. arms crossed over his chest, jaw clenched. you were just messin’ around! you didn’t understand why you shouldn’t be allowed to be friendly with tyler, he was so much fun! maybe talking was just fine, but when scott watches the youtube-channel-hick slot his hands under your arms and lift you up to be able to see over the truck, he couldn’t help but feel the fury creeping up his spine.

he simply scoffed out an angry little chuckle of sorts, tongue in his cheek before wandering over — dropping a firm hand onto your shoulder now that your feet were planted on the ground once more.

“yeah, think i’m gonna have to steal her back.” scott gives a vague and careless attempt at sounding friendly — but doesn’t care enough to truly try, so he sounds rather miffed — eyeing the lighter haired man in disinterest.

“just havin’ some light hearted fun over here. nothin’ serious.” tyler grins, and somehow this infuriates scott more, your dark haired boyfriends lips pressing together as if he was really holding himself back, hard enough for his dimple to come out anyway.

“well maybe we keep our hands to ourselves next time.” he grips you harder, pulling you away as you pout. tyler is unmoved by the petty jealousy, watching the two of you depart with his hands on his hips and an amused grin.

back in the motel, scotty quits holding back.

he’s got you kneeling on the rough rug of the motel, too rough for your precious little knees as he squats a little infront of you, pants fully removed to fuck your face like he would your pussy. he’s usually pretty laid back, relaxes on the bed and lets you make a mess of saliva on his cock. he can be a bit of a head pusher but you don’t mind that, it’s never anything too demanding. this however, left barely any room for oxygen — snot leaking from your nose, and tears down your cheeks as he forces gag after gag from your throat.

“scotty!” you mewl when he finally pulls you back for a breather. you sound devastated, wrecked even — voice all raspy and cracking from the abuse but he doesn’t care. not after you let those flirty antics go on for too long.

“no. act like a slut, get treated like a slut. those are just the rules, baby.” he takes a moment to wipe a fat tear off your cheek with his thumb and you revel in the affection even for just a moment. before another moment passes, he’s shoving his dick back into your mouth — the sweetness gone.

[glossykissies]

I need to be in between butcher and maeve and I want to leave with bruises EVERYWHERE

maeve letting you lean against her, back to her chest with a hand between your legs whilst butcher stands infront, watching with that coy smile, hand around his dick.

“been waiting to get my hands on you, pretty girl. i mean it’s a shame i have to share but… i’ll take it.” maeve smirks as you mewl, locking eyes jokingly with butcher, who’s dark gaze is glued to the obstructed view between your legs.

“be grateful i even let ya. now move your hand, m’not ‘ere to wank off to the back of ya knuckles.” he sarks, causing the supe to roll her eyes playfully, withdrawing her hand and caressing your knee instead, spreading your legs wide for the big gruff man infront of you.

“billy butcher, such a way with words.” she shakes her head, now both of their attention turned to you and the way you tremble, staring up at the man with big doe eyes, spread legs and the glossiest cunt he’d even seen.

“fuckin’ ‘ell. you’ve been holdin’ out on me sweetheart.” he lowers himself, widening his stance to slap his tip on your folds making your jerk, letting out a whimper. he tilts his head with a mischievous smile. “and sensitive too. oh i’m gonna have fun with you.”

“be nice.” maeve ensures any hair is brushed away from your neck so she can place a comforting kiss there, feeling the way your body tenses in preparation for butchers fat cock.

“aint in my vocabulary love.” billy retorts, before beginning to stuff his fat tip inside you.

[glossykissies]

how do u think scotty would react if anyone was dismissive of reader being there as a fashion student? (ily)

not on scottys watch, bc only scotty is allowed to be mean to you 🙂‍↕️

you’re both talking to an investor, who despite asking you what you do out of politeness at the start of the conversation — couldn’t care less about you or what you had to say. he only made eye contact with scott the entire time, only addressed him, only negotiated with him. it made you feel like the kid at the adult table, sighing and giving up on trying to weigh in on your opinion.

you can feel the tension in scott’s arm, the arm you’re holding and his eyes keep shifting back to you — wondering why he was acting as though you were invisible. scott actually tries to involve you in the conversation, gesturing to you.

“well what about her? she has a future to invest in so it’s only fair that some of it goes toward that.”

the older man waves him off, only glancing at you. “her clothes thing isn’t the height of our responsibility at the m—”

“her degree in fashion design.” scott interjects quietly, but it’s enough to silence the man in confusion.

“what was that son?”

“her degree in fashion design. you called it a ‘clothes thing.’” he stares the man down, straight faced. the correction was small, but carried weight and you lift your head, looking up at your man hopefully.

the investor chuckles awkwardly, shrugging. “does it matter? i mean — can we stay on target—”

“yeah, it matters, but… go ahead.” the darker haired man shrugs, mouth turned downward in faux dismissal and permits the older man to continue. your boyfriend continues to chew, the gum having been stored at the back of his teeth for the majority of the meeting out of respect now being remoulded in his mouth, a habit he’d pick up when he was irritated. you rub his back in a silent ‘thank you’, trying to get through the rest of the conversation civilly.

[glossykissies]

hiii i hope you’re doing good :) i feel like soldier boy would definitely slap brat!reader in the face while fucking or while shes sucking him off

a big hand planted on top of your head to keep you still while he thrusts into your throat :( giving you little slaps in quick successions when you pull back, giving him those pitiful watery doe eyes, flinching n whining !! “told you bout that attitude. don’t think you’re getting out of it now you’re giving me the puppy dog eyes, ohhh no.” he drawls, finally relaxing on you as he adjusts his stance, widening his footing slightly as he lets go of you, digging in his pocket for a cigar.

[glossykissies]

soldier boy genuinely the type to have a cute lil wedding at a trashy elvis chapel n spend their honeymoon blowing off money at casinos n strip clubs n getting drunk n fucking all the time 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

godddd he literally is 🙄🙄 that deep voice tellin u “cmon baby, anything you’d like. on me.” and waving you into a store with wads of his cash, constantly grabbing n slapping ur ass and doesn’t care who sees, fucking u against the giant window in ur hotel room :((

[glossykissies]

Butcher's hatred for vought only worsening after meeting hybrid!puppy reader bc of what they did to her makes me so sad :( he's just an old angry man who gives off ultimate protective daddy vibes

ok trigger warning for this arc bc it goes into her abuse but

yes bc i feel like it takes a while for her to understand that the abuse she faced wasn’t okay / normal and it’s not just butcher that feels that way it’s everyone. like whenever she messes up infront of the boys she just puts her head down and braces, and when hughies like “wait, what are you doing?” pup is all

“oh, well, back at the lab if i messed up they’d punch me in the stomach real hard so i don’t do it again?” :(((((

and m.m has to take her aside and explain that she’s not gonna be physically assaulted for messing up, especially not over something so tiny? “no one is laying a hand on you in here, you hear me? if they do? they’ll have to answer to me.” he adds the last part with a playful smile, trying to keep the tone light — but upon turning to you, his face falls, seeing the tears on your cheeks.

“really?”

“what— yeah. we may be a bunch of ruthless motherfuckers but beating on someone as defenceless as you — no offence, well that’s where i draw the line. look, you’re safe here kid.” he turns his full body to you, large frame crouched a little subconsciously to seem less intimidating. “don’t mean you won’t get yelled at by butcher from time to time, but i’m tryna get a handle on that.” he pats your back with a smile, shuffling to get up but you throw your arms around him.

“thank you, m.m.”

his brow creases, knowing that sort of thing shouldn’t warrant a thank you.

“we’re takin’ this one step at a time.” he hums.

kimiko also serves as great comfort, knowing what it’s like to face abuse and be confused when faced with kindness. sometimes she finds you sitting alone, not your usual energetic self and she comes and sits with you — typing things out on her phone to communicate with you.

are you having a bad day?

“yeah. i don’t miss the lab, but sometimes i wish i didn’t have the responsibility of being a full… person. at least when people treated me like a dog i didn’t have to think too hard.” you sigh and she nods, taking a moment to type.

i understand. i don’t miss my past, but some days i kind of wish i could go back just so i could hang out with my brother one more time.

“yeah. i get that.”

after a pause, she types some more.

did you have any brothers or sisters?

“no. it was just me. i always wished i had a sister to play with though.”

kimiko smiles, happily typing something into her phone before proudly turning it around.

well guess what? we’re sisters now. you can be my little sister. i always wanted one of those.

you beam, tail thudding the side of the chair you’re curled on as it starts to wag and your mood is infectious, the girl throwing her arm around you into a side hug.

butchers hate does infact worsen and it causes him to act up, get more violent than before — violently destroying anyone with a finger dipped into the vought pie. you always assumed it was because of his own past, but one day you witnessed him beating on someone who had something to do with the hybrid operation. cowering in the doorway, you try to keep your frightened whimpers at bay at hear him berating the bloody man through grit teeth.

“what you did to ‘er? what your fuckin’ people did to that girl? she’ll never be the bloody same and that’s all because of you. you’re gonna rot in hell, cunt.” before delivering the final blow to his skull.

you’re shaking, and only when he’s pulled himself off the corpse he sees you— having watched the entire thing. he softens slightly, eyes flickering with shame as he presses his lips together but you slowly approach, wide eyed.

“dont be scared pup, i ain’t… i just couldn’t let ‘im get away with it. can’t let scum like that keep walkin’ this earth.” he thinks you might bolt, like he’s seen you do on other occasions— but this time you approach, wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling into him, ears twitching, tail wrapping around his thigh.

[glossykissies]

idk hear me out i feel like when reader is forced to watch soldier boy and make sure he doesn’t leave he would do everything to make her uncomfortable in the sense that he knows she wants him but won’t give into it so he’s doing everything in his power to tip her over the edge..

he figures out you get all squirmy and breathy and distracted whenever he does that thing that guys do, leaning back on the couch, manspreading and adjusting himself by lifting his hips… and since that day he just won’t stop :( purposely asking you questions before he does it just to see you lose your train of thought, words trailing off, getting that dumb puppy look in your eyes !!! he loves it <3 makes him laugh .

[glossykissies]

i wanna play with butcher but not in like a sexual way like we would sooooo play dolls together... and u know he'd come up with the craziest lore

when ur therapist tells u to heal ur inner child by playing dolls so u ask butcher to play and suddenly he’s making barbie shoot up heroin

[glossykissies]

frank castle eats ass.

yup that’s all

not shy abt it either ^_^ eats your pussy from the back and then spreads your cheeks and starts mouthing at your quivering hole. you get all flustered and whiny, trying to push up off the bed like “frankie… tha’s not…” and he just wrestles you down a little harder, holding you down.

“baby i ain’t gonna hurt ‘ya. relax that lil thing for me alright, gonna make you cum real nice.” in that low deep voice :(