#puppy horde

[crintsiewintsey]

straight up

[minophus]

Please do check the RBs of Babypuppy post so you can add on to another persons puppy.

[menaceofsociety19]

Can I get a she-ra Finn? Like a they-ra PLEASE?

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ANYONE?? 😣🥺🥺🥺

[dyrewrites]

I have learned so much about the vampires in this setting from this one chapter. Not a whole lot is even shared, but the implications are insane.

Here's hoping they make it through revision and are understood by people other than me. >.>

[sensitivegoblin]

I got horny just in time for my controller to need a charge lol my two addictions are fighting it out

[honestsister]

Playing a half-orc druid this time and both lae'zel and shadow heart seem way more into me and idk if it's how I'm playing or cause I keep intimidating people

[iamthescalesofjustice]

astarion disliking surana and disliking that jowan to some extent surana-zones him.

and then after the finale he ends up having to ride herd on a horde of 7k feral spawn in the underdark.

[matchingbatbites]

"What the fuck did you do?"

Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasn’t new, but Eddie doesn’t think he’s actually done anything recently to earn it.

"Well-"

"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"

Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.

“I was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?”

“You are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.”

No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-

He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.

The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since. 

Jesus Christ.

“Eddie?”

The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says “Fuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?”

In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge 🙄🙄🙄

”Maybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.“

Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-

He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.

”Jeff, I gotta go,” he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.

“Eddie, what-

”Harrington messaged me. I'll call you back.“

Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious. 

Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; he’d gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.

Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammy’s here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.

With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-

Anything other than what Steve actually sent.

'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'

And Eddie- 

Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath. 

Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?

This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.

‘I’m open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?’

He doesn’t expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.

‘I’m partial to Daddy, myself.’

Fuck fuck fuck.

Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isn’t just ‘Please, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?’

Steve saves him by sending another message.

‘But maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though I’d be happy to see where things go after that.’

He- What-

Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because there’s no way Eddie’s long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.

There’s no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.

‘Dinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.’

[bamfkeeper]

SFW Headcannons: Kurt and his Bamfs

a/n: Obviously I love the bamfs, and I had to do some of these with them because I adore them and I want my own army of them, damnit. Depictions heavily taken from Nightcrawler (2014) comic series. Pretty hasty, just a fun little set of headcannons. I hope you enjoy <3

The bamfs were something you hadn't anticipated, there were so many and their origin was difficult to wrap your head around. Kurt tried to explain it, but you were distracted by the curious bamfs staring at you.

They were adorable, about a dozen? Maybe more? They all were curious, they looked at you with big, round eyes. They seemed so innocent, and you couldn't help but smile.

Kurt was skeptical, they usually weren't this well behaved. You adored these little guys, and welcomed them like a horde of puppies rushing to you. They all jumped on you and made cooing noises as they played, like actual puppies. They were so playful, you didn't understand why Kurt was confused.

That was until you realized that the bamfs were as mischievous as they were playful. They were little gremlins, slightly destructive, and they tended to get into trouble like toddlers.

The bamfs don't speak, but they make an array of noises. Coos, squeaks, hisses, trills, etc. They communicate mostly through noises you come to recognize and body language.

They were a handful, they would make messes and look guilty after. You wanted to scold them, but their big round eyes looked up and that guilt got to you. You forgave them of course, Kurt sometimes says you have to be a little more firm with them or they will always guilt trip you to get away with things.

You didn't care. They practically adopted you as their mama.

There are lots of them, but you always show them equal love and affection. They are pretty needy for it, and like feeling pampered in the way that you treat them.

The bamfs get jealous easy too.

They are protective of you, just like Kurt, and they won't hesitate to keep you safe the best they can. They hiss and the fur on their backs raise a little.

Don't be fooled by their small size, they are like blue darts, they are incredibly hard to fight if they attack.

Each one has their own personality. They are all playful and a handful of troublemakers, but each one has something that makes them unique. More sensitive, more artistic, more sneaky, etc.

You love sleeping now because you have a big nest full of small blue bamfs curling up against you. They're so fuzzy and warm, you hold as many as you can to your chest while they rest pile around you.

Some bamfs stay behind when Kurt goes away just to keep you company.

You really do love taking care of them, and Kurt loves to watch you love on the bamfs. He thinks it's endearing and sweet.

He doesn't understand how you seem to get the bamfs to do what you say. They listen to him, but normally he has to say something over and over before they decide to listen. With you, it's instantaneous. You ask them to calm down, they do. You ask them to stop fighting, they do. It boggles him how they just obey you so easily.

Part of him thinks they only obey you to annoy him even further, and that might be true, but they also care a lot about you and they want nothing but to see you happy.

Also these things can EAT. They consume so much food you think their little tummies are going to explode. They have a strong liking for popcorn and sweets, to which Kurt tries to limit because hyper bamfs are extremely difficult to deal with.

However, a dozen or so begging you with their eyes is so hard to say no to.

And thus, you have a house full of bamfs bouncing off the walls.

You have a lot of fun with the bamfs, they can be a bit overwhelming from time to time, but at the end of the day when you get into bed and they all come snuggling close to you, you know it's worth it.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover photo from Nightcrawler #1 (2014)

[wqnwoos]

seventeen & touch-starved s/o (vocal unit ver.)

hhu ver. — requested by anon

JEONGHAN.

he’s so soft :(

like immediately scoops u up

talks to you very gently while he holds you,, about literally ANYTHING

jeonghan doesn’t notice how close you’ve sidled up to him until you tug on his shirt a little. he’s been wrapped up in conversation with mingyu, riling him up with friendly teasing and laughing as mingyu pouts defensively.

at least, until you appear out of nowhere, brushing your arm against his and sending him glances from the side of your eyes; he can tell you think he hasn’t noticed, but he definitely has. he always notices, especially when it’s you.

which is how he ends up cutting off his teasing, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer, resting a hand on your thigh and murmuring a quick “you okay?” in your ear. and it’s only when you nod, satisfied, that he returns to the conversation.

JOSHUA.

i feel like he intuitively knows when u need him

hand holder for SURE have u guys seen the recent gose 😭

probably rubs your back or something too :((

“joshua, we are going to get lost.” you pronounce the moment you see the bustling crowds of the carnival in front of you.

your boyfriend scoffs lightly. “come onnn. we’ll be fine.”

“hello? are you seeing this?” with a wide sweep of your arm, you gesture to the horde with wide eyes, unconsciously pressing closer to him already.

“don’t worry, baby. we won’t get separated.” joshua reassures, and then pauses, before dramatically announcing — “ever.”

you blink at him under the coloured lights and merry-go-round music. “i can’t tell if that was heartwarming or incredibly cheesy.”

“both?” he suggests with a smirk, before holding his hand out to you. “come on.”

“josh, don’t let go of me, okay?” you say nervously, as you approach the crowds.

he brushes a kiss over your joined hands with half a smile. “never.”

WOOZI.

omg. soooo flustered but equally as pleased

also have you seen those arms?

he’s an excellent hugger nobody can change my mind

jihoon can tell there’s something on your mind. you keep looking over at him from your place on the couch as he works, sometimes opening your mouth like you’re about to say something but then changing your mind last minute. and when it happens for the seventh time — yes, he counted — he finally turns to you, sliding off his headphones with raised eyebrows.

“can i help you?” he asks, teasing lilt to his tone.

you’re already looking at him with widened eyes. jihoon cocks his head to the side — when you pull out the puppy gaze, it means you want something. unfortunately for him, he gives in every time.

(how can he help it, when you look like that?)

“hug?” you say hopefully, voice pitched a little higher than usual.

he should have guessed. jihoon opens his arms with a mock sigh, gesturing for you to come and sit on his lap — ignoring both your satisfied smile and his warmed cheeks.

DOKYEOM.

his smile itself feels like a fucking hug so. idek where to start. this man is a safety net :(

HES SO WARM i feel like he gives the best cuddles

loops his arms all the way around you and squeezes to make you laugh too

“seokmin~! i need a hug!” you declare, the moment you step into the house. you might say it dramatically, but you mean it entirely — today has sucked ass. “i demand it, even!”

at your greeting, seokmin sticks his head out the kitchen, lips already curved into a gentle smile. “what happened, angel?” he soothes, opening his arms and entangling you in his embrace.

“bad day. awful.” you describe shortly, already leaning into him gratefully. “less talking. more hugging.”

“yes, boss!” he mock salutes over your shoulder, giggling as he tightens his grip, and with the sound of his laughter, the burdens of today seem to fall away — at least for a short while, you’ve found your reprieve.

SEUNGKWAN.

he will drop anything and everything to give you what you need and that makes me UPSET

always goes into full caretaker mode AHHH i love him

probably sways you guys back and forth when you hug

seungkwan takes one look at your sleepy form in his doorway, and he freaks.

by freaks, you mean he pulls you inside, kisses your cheek in greeting, and scolds you for not wrapping up warm enough, all in the space of a minute. and then he’s cupping your face with warm hands. “what happened, baby? you didn’t tell me you were coming over.”

you scrunch your nose sleepily. “sorry. i missed you.”

“aish, don’t apologise, just come here,” he grumbles, to hide the embarrassingly delighted smile growing across his face.

“warm,” you say drowsily, as you lean into his embrace with droopy eyes and slightly slurred words. “best hugger. you’re the best hugger, seungkwannie, you know that? you’re my favourite hugger.”

he kisses your forehead then, with a soft murmur against your skin. “yeah, baby. you’re my favourite too.”

an requested by an anon who read the hhu version!! i hope you like it @ anon, let me know!! 💗💗💗

[squiddy-god]

tummy kisses from the brothers+dia

Hello! Another re upload, remember that since I'm almost done fully restoring the blog ⚠︎REQUEST ARE OPEN⚠︎ so please don't hesitate to ask anything

CW : fluffy, implied chubby reader

Lucifer 

Absolutely loves to give you tummy kisses because he knows he's the only one who gets to

They are rare because of his busy schedule but he cherishes all the ones he can give you

Small spoon Lucifer👏👏👏

Always kisses your stomach when you cuddle 

If your insecure he'll trace things on your stomach and give it kisses 

He's always so soft when he kisses your stomach 

I can also see him liking tummy kisses because ngl Luci seems a little insecure 

Please let this tired demon rest on your stomach, he needs a nap and if he can also make you so flushed and red with tummy kisses then who is he to turn that down 

Mammon 

He gets so flushed and shy but he still wants to give you stomach kisses

He'll just pull you down were he's sitting and bury his face in your tummy before stuttering out that ya better be grateful 

Always gives you tummy kisses and gets pouty if he can't

So many tummy kisses 

Also likes to rub your tummy and squish it 

Always has the brightest blush when he kisses your tummy 

If your feeling particularly insecure mammon has no problem giving you ample praise in his tsuntsun fashion 

👉👈kinda gets a little bit nippy and likes to nuzzle into your tummy because it makes you giggle (he holds your cute giggles like he hords Grimm) 

Levi 

Sweet otaku boy is so shy 

Gives you tummy kisses while you cuddle in his bathtub, his tail wrapped around you as he snuggles his bright red face into your stomach 

Idk why but I can see Levi being really fascinated by any stretch marks you may have 

Like he loves to trace them and when he kisses your tummy he always kisses your stretch marks 

It's already easy to tell he's jealous but he also gives you extra tummy kisses 

Will hide his face in your stomach so he doesn't combust 

Knows how you feel when your insecure so he tries his best to give you lots of smooches 

Satan

Surprisingly flustered about it lmao

Likes when you sit in his lap and he can give you tummy kisses

His heart might just explode if you giggle or squeal 

Another one who likes to smoosh your tummy (it reminds him of a cat) 

Also hides his face in your stomach because he doesn't want you to see him all red faced 

Likes to lay on your stomach and read, making sure to give you tummy kisses 

His kisses are always lingering and sweet, placed on any part of you that you may feel insecure about 

Likes to mumble whenever gives you tummy kisses 

Asmo

Oh honey he lives for this cute shit right here

Your going to have so much lipstick marks on your tummy because he loves to pepper your stomach with short kisses 

Always Coos at you and how adorably scrumptious you look because you can not convince me this man isn't absolutely wiped for you

His favorites are on self care nights when you take a nice bubble bath and he can kiss your cute tummy all he wants 

Shut up I like body positive asmo 

Really hates when you feel insecure and is there instantly to give you lots of tummy kisses 

Every little giggle and sound you make causes his heart to flutter 

Beel

Baby boy lives for tummy kisses 

Especially loves tummy kisses because he's the avatar of gluttony 

Will 100% randomly scoop you up and kiss your tummy 

Likes to have his hand on your stomach because it makes him feel closer to you 🥺👉👈 

Kisses all your stretch marks if you have them because he wants you to feel good about yourself 

Gets a happy puppy smile when he gets to kiss your tummy 

Gives you extra tummy kisses whenever you feel insecure because he isn't good with words 

Always kisses your tummy after you eat 

One of the least blushy brothers but dose always get a bit red when asking to kiss your tummy 

Belphie 

The moment he saw you when he was locked in the attic a part of him immediately wanted to squish you and kiss your tummy, but he had to push and bury those thoughts deep deep down

But now?? Haha belphie is a friend when it comes to tummy kisses 

On the rare occasion that he has to wake you up, he always wakes you up with tummy kisses 

Every time you cuddle, witch is a lot, he always gives you lots of tummy kisses 

Claims that he sleeps best while laying on your stomach

Could legit sleep all day in your arms

Absolutely gives extra snuggles when you feel insecure and tickles you to make you laugh while he smooches your tummy

Diavolo 

Yes please

Amazing tummy kisses from this man 

Always gives you tummy kisses in the morning and before you go to bed

Sometimes he needs to recharge during the day so he'll summon you to his office just so he can kiss your tummy

It's cute how curious he is about humans and the human body and in his words, snuggles are a great way to learn

Extremely soft ✨

It always turns into a cute fluffy mess of giggles and Dias adorable laughter because he always seems to kiss the places that make you ticklish 

Very good at comforting you with tummy kisses and will make a hole day out of it

[woundedoves]

Hiii! I saw your smut prompts post and I just wanted to make a request! Genshin character Childe or Scaramouche (Which ever you want) with prompt number 4 where they have slow sex while one or both are injured! And maybee it could be after they fought each other just finished patching up their wounds.

I’d really appreciate it if it is female reader but gender neutral is fine too💤 Thanks and have a good day!

Childe & Scaramouche x Bottom AFAB!GN!Reader + sex while injured (NSFW)

a/n: why not both? also omfg im a fraud how have i not written anything for my afab siblings when im an afab genderqueer freak…. im so sorry this is my compensation….

warnings: bruises, a bit of blood, no pronouns mentioned, no breasts mentioned just a gn! reader with an afab body!

scaramouche would find it oh so amusing the way you shiver on his lap while his cold porcelain fingers ghost over your cunt, the way you whine and the way your breath stutters when he puts a finger in slowly. and fuck, the cuts on your thighs from your earlier run ins with a horde of treasure hunters. you’re all covered in bruises and cuts that he took care of with practised movements all while nagging you to be more careful with a glare.

he bites his lower lip as his other hand goes to the cut that was quite deep, the bandage already dirty with a red splotch of your blood on it. presses on it and looks at your face, the way you close your eyes and whine his name, the way your warm cunt tightens around his cold fingers; fuck it’s enough to make him cum. he’d never tell you that though. speeding up the thrust of his fingers as he uses his other hand to push your leg flush against your chest; earning an arch from your back, the shake of your whole body, the tightening of your cunt around his fingers and your cum coating said porcelain fingers.

“how dirty...”

after your spar with childe you wouldn’t even be given time to cool off or even see how badly you’re injured before he pounces on you like an overexcited dog. your pretty moans and his deep grunts fill the sparring room as he slams his hips to get his cock as deep as he can on that tight cunt he fuckin’ loves so much.

you feel yourself tighten even more as you pull on the ginger’s tattered clothes for any kind of support when your whole body shakes from your orgasm; hearing him whine like a whore and feel his hips stop flush with your ass as you coat his cock with your cum. he licks his lips and dives in for a deep kiss while he starts his punishing thrusts again, his nails digging into your already bruised hips; his own hips slamming into you one last time when he feels the blood on your tongue, pumping your abused cunt with his cum as he licks your lips like a satisfied puppy.

“wanna go again?”

[toxycodone]

puppy/pet laios x owner reader hcs/quick thoughts!!! I need to take care of him and be his owner so fucking bad dude. stay strong king enjoy ur nap 👑💤

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puppy!Laios x owner!Reader

cw. petplay, dom/sub themes

sfw + nsfw

sfw

The goodest boy. Literally the best boy. Laios tries his goddamn hardest to please you it’s insane.

He listens so well. He just wants your love and praise and attention…he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars. His eyes are full of adoration while he shifts his hips to wag the fluffy tail hanging on his belt…gah

He loves when you give him head pats. Just call him a good boy and tell him he’s your sweet little puppy and he’s just. Immediately melting in your arms.

Wears a collar with a lock that only you have the key to….when you’re like trying to be lowkey in public he instead wears a stainless steel chain that has a lock on it (it just looks like a regular necklace, no involving strangers in kinks lol). But the key to that necklace is on your car keys/lanyard/etc

When you get home and unlock it and put his collar on instead he’s so excited. Legit rushing to put on his ears and tail.

Laios totally has an oral fixation so he likes to lick your hand on suck on your fingers. He’ll playfully nip them too while you’re watching TV or gaming or something. He’s a little mischievous hehe

He definitely has chew toys. They are worn from use.

He likes it when you pull him by his collar and call him doggy

nsfw

He’s bitey. He can’t help it, when he gets in the zone he always wants to gnaw on you or himself when he’s really going thru it

HE DESERVES A MUZZLE. Muzzle him and make him a panting whining mess. His oral fixation drives him nuts because all he wants to do is get out of it and lick you on nip you or something

He 100% gets off by humping your leg one day. Needy puppy boy Laios humping your boot while whining and begging for you to fuck him…yeah

Speaking of collars and leashes earlier…keep one on him during sex. When he cums too fast but you’re still wanting to go you just yank him by the leash/collar and keep driving him into you while he moans and cries about it being too much

But you tell him to shut up because puppies don’t speak so he just whines and whimpers until you’re done using him 💞

Laios 100% hordes your clothes. He loves things that smell like you. Used shirts, dirty underwear... those are his favorites. You'll come home to him rutting against one of the pillows while whimpering and moaning your name.

Barks for you. With no issue. You tell him to and he does it. I'm pretty sure he whines and whimpers when he gets excited too or when he thinks you look sexy.

Honestly just looking at him a certain way makes Laios hard. He's totally whipped by his owner.

Crate train him. He will seriously go that far and wait patiently until you decide to grace him with your attention again. Doesn't mean he won't jerk himself off in there while thinking of you, though...<3

[sanjoongie]

𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌔𐋅𐌉𐌄𐌋𐌃 𐌌𐌀𐌉𐌃𐌄𐌍 𐌀𐌍𐌃 𐋅𐌄𐌓 𐌁𐌄𐌓𐌔𐌄𐌓𐌊𐌄𐌓

🐺Pairing: Berserker! San x Shield Maiden! Reader (f)

🛡Genre: smut, fluff

🐺Au: Historical Au, Viking Au, parent au

🛡Trope: established relationship (married)

🐺Word Count: 2,755

🛡Warnings: mentions of fighting, killing, blood, battle, {breast feeding}, lactation kink, breeding kink, breast play, knife play, fear kink, oral (f), penetrative sex without a barrier, pull out method, mentions of somnophilia, switch! san, switch! reader, mentions of masturbation

🐺Rated: 18+ MDNI

🛡Summary: when your husband comes back after the long raiding season, he continues his mission to keep you pregnant and away from the battlefield

🐺Author’s Note: this a self indulgent au that i have been dying to write but not finding any time to, so i decided to gift it to myself for my birthday 🥳

🛡Beta’s: @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii

"I'm home!" San bellows as he sweeps aside the sheepskin that covers the door to your home.

"Papa!" Four children's voices ring out.

You watch with amusement as your horde of children practically puppy-pile your husband in an attempt to greet him. 

San lets out his belly laugh, beyond happy. Your Viking husband places his double-handed axe against the wall and sweeps up your children, all four of them, in his arms and squeezes them until they protest. 

"I have missed you," He sighs, kissing them enthusiastically on top of their heads before letting them go.

"Papa, papa!" Your oldest, Sari, pipes up. "Mama is teaching me how to wield a sword and shield!"

San's eyes swipe towards you, grinning. "You're going to be a shield maiden like your mama?"

"I'm going to beat you one day!" Sari swears solemnly.

"I don't doubt it," San nods solemnly back.

A loud wail starts up and you cluck your tongue. “Not even five minutes after your father is home and you cause mischief?”

Your eldest boy, Taewoong, the second oldest child, looks expectedly at San while your second daughter Micha sobs.

“Son.” San takes both of Taewoong’s hands in his own. “Why would you harm your younger sister? She looks up to you to protect her.”

Taewoong shoots a look at you and then looks down at the way his father’s thumb swipes lovingly.

San sighs loudly. “Please take care of Micha. When I'm not here, you're the man of the house.”

Taewoong's lower lip juts out. “Papa!” He wails.

San looks bewildered at the sudden outburst and looks to you for help. 

“He didn't expect you to be gentle with him. I'd have given him a swat by now.”

San kisses the top of Taewoong's head and then begins to tickle Micha's ribs, eyes disappearing at the sound of her laughter, tears forgotten.

“Sari, take your brother and sister to bed now. I've got to greet your mother properly,” San orders.

The three run to their shared bed, quickly shedding their clothes until they were in their bedtime nightgowns. 

“Hello wife,” San says in a low voice. “And who is this piglet in a blanket?”

You twist your lips. “That is the newest baby you left in my stomach, Husband.”

San plucks the slumbering baby from your arms and coos at the round cheeks. “Hello, baby.”

“Will you name him now that he's been born and you're home?” You ask, waiting expectantly for his reaction to the good news.

“A boy?!” He grins. He rocks his new son as if he’s the most precious person in this world. “What’s your name, hmmm?”

“If you’ve any love for me, you’d name this one for a softer life,” You grumble.

“What about Hajoon? Perhaps he’ll take on your storytelling and be a bard or a poet!” San offers.

“Stories?” Sari pipes up from the bed. 

“Stories!” Micha echoes her older sister.

“Please?” Taewoong adds belatedly, knowing he’s already pushed enough this evening.

 San looks at you with wide eyes. You sigh and roll yours. “I always tell them stories before they sleep, you know this, you silly man.”

“My fierce shield maiden wife tells stories to our children?” San pretends to be ignorant.

“You must tell the tale of when you met Papa!” Sari insists.

“You’ve heard that more times than I care to count!’ You protest. “Surely you want a new tale now that Papa is here?”

Micha shakes her head. “No! Want stories about Papa!”

San gently slips the babe back to you. “I’ll tell the story. Mine’s much better.” 

He discards his furs and sits on the bed with his children, in simply his pants, bearing all his tattoos and scars. 

Hajoon shifts after being moved so much and he begins to whimper. “It’s okay, sweet boy,” you whisper. “Mama will feed you.”

San’s voice bounces off your walls as he launches into his version of how you two met.

“Papa was in a large battle, two major armies crashing together, it was glorious. So many men were sent to Valhalla by my axe. The battle lasted all day and all night and when the sun rose, I found myself surrounded by many other warriors still. My berserker blood rage had settled and I began to get tired and weary. Just as I felt my eyes drooping,” San pauses to roar and the children scream in delight. “I heard a battle cry and saw a Valkyrie descend from the heavens. She was heavenly, in both her beauty and her bloodlust. She carried two blades that she swung with accuracy and deadliness. She carved through many warriors until finally she appeared in front of me. I was caught in her spell and there was nothing I could do if she decided to finish me and carry me to Valhalla.”

“Mama,” Sari sends me a dirty look, as if to scold me for attempting to kill her Papa.

San laughs under his breath and then becomes serious again. “She pointed her swords at me and said, ‘you’ll become my husband’. I had no choice!”

Taewoong’s adorable face screws up in confusion. “If Mama is so good, why doesn’t she go on the raids?”

San’s eyes widen as he realizes he’s talked himself into a corner, so to speak. 

“Yes, Papa,” You say Papa as if it’s derogatory. “Tell them why Mama doesn’t fight anymore.”

San begins to pout, his signature way to speak when he knew suddenly the things weren’t going his way. “Your Mama needs to stay here with you! And protect you! What if someone came raiding here? No one is better to keep you safe than Mama.”

Micha’s lips begin to quiver at the realization that she and her siblings are in danger. San has to assure her that there is no need to be afraid and soon all the children are tucked firmly and off to slumberland.

“Papa duties complete,” San says with a proud smile.

“Good. The babe’s fallen asleep as well,” You murmur.

You place Hajoon in the sling that rocks him to sleep and tuck yourself back into your dress. Your eyes meet San’s when you catch him looking at you hungrily. 

“San,” You say his name in warning.

Your husband sweeps you up, carrying you in his capable arms and brings you to your bed, on the opposite side of the house. He keeps himself aloft over you, but his lower half pins you in place. 

“I missed you,” he whispers and then collapses his weight on you. 

His head is tucked in between your shoulder and head and you pat his head reassuringly. “I missed you too, husband.”

“The birth wasn’t too hard?” San wonders, rubbing his cheek against your skin. 

“It was fine, San,” You say, moving your hand down to his back to absentmindedly run your fingers along his spine.

For a moment, you trace his scars from memory. He was acquiring new ones that you hadn't witnessed and it sent a pang to your heart. You missed the days when you used to battle at San’s side and then fuck with the blood of your enemies still wet on your skin. 

“Would you have told our children the true reason I remain at home?” You can’t help but wonder.

San raises his head and you watch an unfamiliar emotion cross his eyes: fear. “I was convinced for the longest time that you would become jealous and think I had found another lover. I dreamt of you slitting my throat with a savage grin while I slept.”

“San, that’s absolutely ridiculous,” You deny. “First of all, if I was going to kill you, I would make sure that you were awake for it, especially if I thought you were cheating on me.”

San puts a finger to your lips to halt whatever you were going to say secondly. “But now it’s because I love our horde of children. But I love it even more when you’re heavy with child and I can just fuck you whenever I want. I love your body when you’re full with a child.”

“San,” you say his name hoarsely. Damn Viking man and his breeding kink. 

His eyes wander down your body to your chest and he cups one of your breasts. “Let me suckle from your breast, love,” he whispers naughtily.

“The babe needs that milk!” 

San smiles mischievously. “He can have the other breast. This one is mine.”

Your viking husband pulls the top of your dress down your arms, effectively both trapping your arms in place and spilling your breasts to him. One leaks with milk, where Hajoon had been feeding, and San moans quietly.

“San, the children!” You protest one more time.

“Shhhh,” San hushes you, “The babes don’t understand. Besides, if you’re quiet enough, they won’t wake.”

You whimper as San takes one breast into his mouth, tongue lapping at the tip, and then begins to suck to pull the milk from it. His blunt fingernail plays with the areola of the other, bringing it to a point as well. After months of being on your own, your back arches as the familiar touch of your husband practically burns into your skin.

“My poor wife,” San chuckles lowly. “You need the touch of your husband to bring you back to life?”

“Please, don’t stop,” You murmur and San doesn’t.

His treatment of your breasts, weighting them in his palm, and squeezing them softly, was almost akin to adoration. He was careful to not be rough, aware of just how sensitive you were now that you were fresh from a birth and breastfeeding. 

With your milk still on his lips, San continues to tease you verbally. “I bet you’re aching and wet for me, aren’t you, love of my life?”

Your thighs clench at his words. “I brought myself with my fingers a few times once you were gone. You know how gooey I am when I’m pregnant.”

San groans, his eyes rolling into the back of his head before he moves down your body, abandoning your breasts at the thought of your wet cunt. On his way down, he pays homage to every piece of skin he passes. Any scar or cellulite or stretch mark gets kisses as well. 

The way San makes love to your body would be the proof that your husband would never cheat on you. Then again, the way San makes love to your body would also be a key motivator to ensure he never did the same with anyone else. 

San peppers your mound and out lips with kisses, murmuring praise against your sensitive skin. “Daddy missed you,” escaping his lips once or twice.

You snicker under your breath which quickly turns into a breathy whine as San places a tender kiss right on your clit. Then his tongue delves into your folds, tracing your inner lips and tasting you. He takes his time, re-learning every crease and dip of your cunt. It’s equal parts coming back home and giving you what you missed.

Your core is aching as San tongues your hole, using it to stretch you a bit, but mostly to wind you up. Just when you think he’s going to climb back up your body and fill you up with his cock, he halts his progress to flick and circle your clit. You growl in frustration and dig your hand into his hair. 

“If you don’t fuck me right this second, I’m going to milk you for all your worth and they will have a husk of a man to send back out when raiding seasons starts again,” You threaten.

A flash of fear permeates San’s eyes. “Yes, wife,” he replies demurely.

You take the lead, flipping the two of you so that you are on top now. San’s hair briefly fans out above his head and his dark eyes take you in. 

“Take your pleasure from me, queen,” San says huskily.

You lift an eyebrow in question as you begin to rub your wet folds against San’s erect cock lying against his stomach. “Don’t you mean valkyrie?”

San’s eyes slid to the side as he witnesses you pull your knife from under the pillow he was on. His eyes widen and he holds himself still. “I’ll call you whatever you want, shield maiden. Take from me what you what, simply leave me alive another day to feel your sweet cunt wrapped around me.”

“This sweet cunt has given you more than enough babies, San,” You say in a low voice. You begin to move your hips only as the flat of your blade is brought against San’s throat. 

San’s Adam’s apple bobs deliciously in anxiousness. “If I keep you pregnant with my babies, you’ll stay off the battlefield. You terrify me, wife of mine. Your bloodlust makes me look like a fawn who does not know danger.”

You lean forward, still tilting your hips in leisure. “Are you saying you fear your wife? The mother of your children?”

“I fear the shield maiden who stole my heart and is just as capable of breaking open my rib cage and stealing it again,” San whispers. 

You felt your inner fire, your warrior’s soul, light up with those words. Your hips began to move with more vigor, a delighted grin opening your lips. “Good, that’s how I prefer you.”

San groans loudly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with pleasure as you bounce more enthusiastically against his pelvis. He slaps his hand over his mouth, aware that now he might wake the children. His eyes are wide with worry as you continue to ride his pronounced hips. 

With your fervor activity, your short sword makes a line along San’s neck and his pupils blow out. Nothing like enacting the bloodlust during a fuck to get both of your blood going. 

“Dare you come inside me, husband?” You purr quietly. “With my sword against your neck so pretty like?”

San whines behind his hand at your words. You can feel his pelvis muscles flexing with each time your ass meets his hips, so that he can fuck you harder, or at least, give you more. 

Meanwhile, with each stroke of San’s girthy cock inside of you, you can feel your orgasm coming within your grasp. You withdraw your sword from San’s neck just in time as it hits. You arch your back, a silent cry releasing from your lips, your sought after climax finally ripping through you. It’s everything you had dreamed about while your husband had been raiding.

San, fast as lightning, flips you over before the vice grip of your pussy pushes him over the edge inside of you. He comes with his teeth dug into his bottom lip, fisting his cock and his seed spurts over your mound and your lower stomach. He pants as he continues to dirty your body, fist moving slower and slower as his high leaves him.

He grins, shoulders moving with each breath. “Now that was a welcome home fuck.”

You stand up to find the bowl you keep of water and a rag. Often you clean yourself up from the mess of the milk from your breasts so it’s no added labor to wash San’s cum from your body too. 

“You are a debased man, husband of mine,” You murmur under your breath.

“That’s why you married me!” San protests. 

“The breast milk is new,” You throw over your shoulder. 

San scratches the back of his head, still crouching on the bed, his legs under his body. “I love every part of you,” He admits, “Why not that too?”

Once you settle back into bed, San cleans himself up too and then settles behind you pulling your body flush with his. He nuzzles your shoulder and hums contently. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to make another baby with me?”

You sigh, still rolling your eyes at San’s antics. “Why don’t we play a game? If you can fuck me while I sleep without waking me, you can fill me up to your hearts content. And if I wake up then, you better be ready to finish with your mouth.”

You can practically hear the glee in San’s voice when he replies. “And that’s why I married you.”

And then he’s snoring like he doesn’t have a care in the world. You find yourself drifting off to sleep as well, feeling safe and happy in San’s arms.

[purplekissinger]

Hungry heart: headcanons

Daily life with zombie yan~ what could go wrong haha

I, uhhhh, made a part two?.. Just can't get over this little undead yan disaster. TW: yandere themes, zombies are their own warning I guess

I’d go with Max Brooks' view on zombie virus. He considers it to be an aggressive bacteria that kinda keeps the corpse from rotting; hence, zombies are sort of  stinky but not really, which means that Michael can (and will) be hugged (a lot) without you passing out because of the smell. 

Hugs are the way you two communicate now. ‘Good morning, Y/N’? Hug. “What’s for breakfast and oh my, is that for me’? Hug. “You are the light of my life and my last shred of humanity’?  Hug. ‘I don’t want you to go scavenging today because I heard something outside and it might be dangerous’? Hug and a small ‘grrr’.

Speaking of that. Lurking through abandoned stores became a lot easier (and safer). Michael’s hearing is almost supernatural, he can smell other zombies from a mile away. If he grabs your hand all of a sudden and pushes you under the counter, be quiet. He knows what he’s doing.

Same if there are other survivors. Michael really doesn’t want any living people around you, more so than undead ones. He’s got the point: what if you leave him for them?!?!?? Can’t have that. Get under the counter now, grr.

No sleep cause zombie → guards your safety at night. Also stares at you for hours straight, but that’s a given both with yanderes and zombies.

Extremely clingy and I mean it. He follows you like a lost puppy all the time, personal space? what personal space? Surprise hugs from the back instead.

May or may not have sneaked out once to lead a horde of his… colleagues to another group’s hideout. There! Those stupid survivors fled the city without even you noticing. He can’t even bear a thought of you joining other people.

You read to him a lot. Quality time together c: Michael's head on your lap, you stroke his hair gently, (him foaming a bit because he is overwhelmed). At moments like these his 'grrs' are almost 'purrs'. (Michael prefers children’s books btw).

Desperately enjoys every bit of domestic life with you.

Is really proud of that ‘Y/N’s PERSONAL PROPERTY’ collar. And yeah, it’s pink.

Sometimes Michael wonders if he ever was this happy when alive.

[sea-lanterns]

Please- slasher! Reader just being a hard simp, they avoid the final genshin girl but they leave flowers and gifts for them in their homes and cry when they take such care of their gifts.

We would melt if suddenly a hoard of ladies come up to us, just become lil girl failures for these ladies. Become Gomez Addams level of simp

NO FR. Slasher! Reader becomes a sopping wet puppy in the rain when she sees the genshin girls she spared accept her gifts. She’s sorry she traumatized them with her killing sprees, please accept her gifts of flowers and chocolate as an apology 🥺

Well, that definitely backfires for Slasher! Reader however. Because while she’s always wanted to keep her distance, now the Genshin women are gathering around her and basically becoming a huge horde of gfs. Slasher! Reader honestly thought she was about to get revenge killed, not doted on by these final girls 😭😭

Slasher! Reader is such a simp for her final girls. The cutest girlfailure ever 🩷