#teaching the dog not to nip

[pityroad]

Teaching the Dog Not to Nip, Jim Moore (2005)

[text ID: Do you think it's easy, not biting the one you love? Try loving someone so much your mouth is only at home in the place where your teeth meet the flesh of your beloved. Try not tasting the flesh, not taking in your mouth the beloved, not going all the way.]

[fl0ras]

do you think it’s easy, not biting the one you love? try loving someone so much your mouth is only at home in the place where your teeth meet the flesh of your beloved. try not tasting the flesh, not taking in your mouth the beloved, not going all the way.

teaching the dog not to nip. jim moore, 2005.

[ozgog]

i dont think he would really let her but in turstin's asoiaf au once ozgog got big enough she'd probably just be hanging out around the castle causing all kinds of mischief

[mvncesa]

making decker a sort of adoptive dad figure to silas in certain verses is v cute …. the potential for lil wolf antics …

[ryomanticizing]

A begging to be loved

- Armand, Amadeo, Arun Interview With The Vampire

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[shotmrmiller]

extension to this

simon sits inside the vehicle he's rented right outside a quaint, little coffee shop. your last letter sits, folded and crinkled in his breast pocket, the very reason why he's even here.

there's nothing much to say to you, pen acquaintance. the semester's over in a week, which means that this will be the last you hear of me. i'd wish you luck in whatever task your superior assigns you, but i don't want to. adieu, british man. i won't miss your piss-poor humor and doctor's scribble. p.s. my eyes are permanently crossed from having to decipher every letter of yours.

unacceptable.

he pulls back his sleeve, looking down at the scuffed sports watch that adorns his inked wrist. 10:35 a.m. simon steps out of the car hastily, not even bothering to lock it. the chilly breeze nips at the tips of his ears as he jogs to the cafe door and holds it open.

for you.

"after you, love." his mancunian accent thicker than normal on his tongue. how pretty you are in person, almost a dream come true. you turn to thank him, and he watches your captivating eyes zero in on the glinting metal of his dog tags resting on the breadth of his chest. how quickly your grateful smile sours. he suddenly feels too hot, vision tunneling to your set brow and hardened gaze.

"right. thanks."

with a quick pace, you pass him by, your bag bumping into his thigh, yet you don't bother to look back. so brilliantly unapologetic. his pulse races as excitement thrums through his veins. simon is quick to follow, coming to stand directly behind you and your group of friends with his clenched hands in his pockets, pretending to read the drink menu above your head.

when you order, he grimaces behind his medical mask. all these endless choices for coffee, yet you choose to drink some blended ice mistake, with far too much whipped cream and imitation chocolate syrup poured on top. simon'll teach you to drink tea— preferably back in england where the leaves grow best.

he steps forward, around the vultures that surround you, and tells the barista that he'll pay for your drink. "just hers?" he asks.

"tha's wha' i said, innit?"

simon extends his hand to the barista, plastic between your fingers when you call out to him. "hey."

a mischievous grin tugs at the corners of his mouth as he turns to meet your gaze, unable to contain his amusement.

"what about my friends?" his dark eyes cut to their direction, before wandering back to you.

"wha' about 'em?" he goads.

he can practically see smoke furling from your mouth, a miasma of fury; tastes it in the air— a blend of salt and fire.

there you are. vicious little spitfire.

simon lets you bubble with indignation for a brief moment until he shifts his attention back to the person behind the counter, who's been watching the exchange with mild interest. "theirs too, then. since she asked me so nicely."

his chest rumbles with laughter upon hearing your irked hiss at his comment.

[novemberheart]

{overview} you reach a new milestone with Johnny and Simon, you have a bad dream

{warnings} fem reader, poly 141, mentions of death, panic attacks, mentions of bruising and pain, cursing, p in v sex (not related to the violence warnings), exhibition, you like being watched I guess….

Chapter 25 <- Chapter 26 -> Chapter 27

“Push your knee against me like that. It's easier to grab a foot or a hand than a knee,” Johnny explained, moving your knee towards his shoulder. He had some downtime and you had the energy to burn so he settled on teaching you a few self-defense moves.

“I don't think these are actually moves,” you panted. You had just spent the better part of twenty minutes being thrown around like a ragdoll. When you agreed to this you assumed it would lead to more with Johnny- much more. Yet here he was, his eyes laser-focused, using a tone that could rival Simons.

“People aren't going to expect you to know how to fight back. So you are going to have around five seconds of surprise- even more if they aren't trained,” Johnny moved you onto your stomach, gripping your arms with his hands so they were pressed against the mat. You peeked in the mirror along the gym wall, your hips raising slightly at the sight of him hovering over you.

Who knew you liked mirrors so much?

You had been wearing scent blockers, your hips raising being the only sign thus far of how this was making you feel. His mouth fell open, his eyes landing on your bottom that your gym shorts really didn't hide. You smirked, using all your body weight to swing your legs to the side, effectively knocking him over with a thud. Just like he had taught you. You scrambled up running to the edge of the mat. He had drilled into your head to run as soon as you could and even made you practice getting up in any position- which felt silly at the time but made sense now. He chuckled, the vibrations of it going straight to your core even though your distance. You smiled, prancing back over to him.

“That was very good,” he praised, his eyes lighting up to match yours.

“Thank you, Sergeant,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. He purred under your touch. He was still kneeling before you, his arms wrapping under your bottom. He hoisted you up easily, and you craned your neck down with your teeth grazing over his bottom lip. He bit back. He slid your body against his, so you didn't have to bend so far, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your lips ghosted over each other, waiting for the other to give in. A standoff. Your fingers played with the grown-out pieces of his mohawk, a small whine leaving your throat as you flashed him with your softest puppy dog eyes. He growled, smashing his lips against yours.

“I won,” you gasped between attacks.

“Did you?” he smirked, his lips quickly devouring you again.

“Bloody hell, you two. Get a room,” Simon growled. The task force had the gym booked, even with half of it missing. “Anyone could walk by and see you,” he reprimanded. Which was funny given the position the two of you were in last night.

“Yeah, any perv,” Johnny agreed, eyeing the alpha up and down. You giggled, pressing kisses against the Scot's jaw, nipping at the corner of his lips. He let you do as you please, his hazy, melted eyes staring down at you. Simon stood still, not quite able to pull his eyes away from the sight himself. He watched the way Johnny’s chest heaved up and down, his lips parting open as you marked him up. The look of determination on your face and the way your lips moved against his heated skin. The fact he had felt the softness of your mouth yesterday, he could imagine you against his skin. He watched as Johnny’s hands gripped your thighs, the softness pooling around his fingers. One small movement from you would have you secured against the heavy bulge the fabric of his workout shorts was doing a poor job covering.

“Johnny?” Simon spoke. His half-lidded deep blue eyes met his. “Take care of your omega,” it was commanded. The life re-entered Johnny's eyes, your back colliding with the wall before you knew it. You gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. All the control you had flying out the window.

“Mac,” you whined, your hips rolling against him. He pressed back harder, a shaky moan leaving you, the vibration going straight down his spine. Your hands crept down his strong stomach, clawing at the waistband of his shorts.

“Can’t take you here, Bonnie,” he growled, making you whimper.

“I don't care,” you purred in assurance. The new position had you blocked by a shelf and all someone had to do was look at Simon's heavy figure and know not to enter. “Please,” you begged, your hands sliding up his shirt. You could feel his warm skin twitch under you, short and soft coils of hair brushing against your palms. Your hands left his skin, beginning to tug at your own shorts. He looked over his shoulder at Simon, who nodded his head. You watched as Simon disappeared, walking over to the door. You could hear the lock click. You had won. You attached your lips to his and Johnny set you down to slide your shorts and panties off, chuckling at the wet spot in them. He tossed the pair behind him, Simon's hand catching them and sticking them in his pocket. You chewed your lip, Simon's hazy eyes meeting yours. You were dragged away when Johnny lifted you up again, your core rolling against his cock through the fabric of his shorts.

Your mouth fell open, your head resting against the chill of the wall. “Johnny, please,” you whined again, your fingers gripping at his shoulders. He was enjoying this too much. Enjoying the way you squirmed and begged for some help.

“What, baby? Couldn't hear you?” he murmured, making you growl. His hand slapped against your thigh to check you, his hand pressing against the spot to help ease the sting. “Still couldn't hear you,” he corrected. “Don't be shy,” he soothed, his lips resting against your cheek, nipping at the burning flesh. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it. You have to ask nicely though,” you wanted to bite the smirk off his face, but you knew you'd never get what you wanted then.

“I want you,” you mumbled quietly, your eyes trained on Simon’s shoes.

“Alright,” Johnny seemed satisfied with that until he started to put your feet on the floor to kiss down to your heat.

“No,” you whined, pulling him back up. He hoisted you back up, his face showing all the patience in the world. He could play this game with you all day. “I want your cock,” you said finally, making sure to say it loud enough to where he wouldn't play dumb. The deep rumble echoed off of both men, shooting straight through you. “Please,” you finished. You had a reputation for being their good girl- you couldn't break that by demanding.

“Well how can I say no to that,” Johnny smiled down at you. He distracted you with his lips and it wasn't until the head of his cock caught against your entrance did you realize one of his hands had left you. You gasped, pulling away enough to look down at him. It matched him, stout and energetic- twitching in his hand. He pushed in slowly, your legs already quivering. He was so responsive. Curving into all the right places, throbbing in time with your spasming walls. It felt so intimate even though you were pushed against the hard gym wall. Your toes curled in your shoes. He wanted to say something. Say how good you felt, how beautiful you looked, yet all he could do was groan his hips snapping into place. Your moan caught in your throat, your head lulling against the wall.

“How’s she feel?” Simon grunted. You had forgotten about him as he leaned against the shelf. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him but just knowing he was there made you clench around Johnny, the words he was trying to say catching in his throat once again.

He settled for a purr, sending a vibration through your body. You twitched, your hips pressing harder against him. That’s how John must've felt when you purred around him. “Perfect,” Johnny finally managed to choke out. His mouth attached to your shoulder where your tank top strap had fallen. His thrusts were hard and slow, without a set rhythm but that somehow added to the pleasure. His cock would drag against your walls only for him to roll himself back in with one hard fluid motion. He'd hold himself inside you letting you feel every throb and vein, only to drag himself back out, repeating the process whenever he wanted.

You were a mess. Teary eyes, hair disheveled, clinging onto him as the force of his thrusts knocked you into the wall. Your hand pressed against your mouth to stifle your moans. Normally they hated that, but considering you were in a semi-public place they'd let it slide. His pace picked up, your arms gripping around his neck, his mouth pressing against any skin he could reach. It was almost torture. The two of being so close, yet he couldn't feel the softness of your skin against his. He growled, his hips deciding a set rhythm. He had played with his food enough.

“I can't,” you gasped, your face burying in his shoulder. Your hands gripping onto his shoulder blades.

“Doing so good, Bon,” Johnny assured through his own groans. You could tell Johnny was as vocal as you, and was also trying hard to stifle it. You wondered how loud he could get. A pair of fingers brushed over your knuckles. It was Simon. You reached forward your hand tangling with his, as you felt the ascension of a familiar peak. You whined Johnny’s name, pressing your heated cheek against his. “You’re almost there, beautiful. I can feel it,” he snarled against you. “Feels so fucking good,” his voice dropped to a whine, holding onto you equally hard. Simon raised his mask, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. You held his gaze as much as you could with the stars clouding your vision. You shook your head again. Your heat had made your orgasms more tolerable- less intense so your body could preserve its stamina. You didn't have that to fall back upon. “Relax,” Johnny repeated against your temple, your cunt nearly pushing him out. “We’ve got you, just let go,” he murmured, his muscles shaking from pleasure. “I’ve got you baby, come on,” he pressed, not being able to hold on much longer himself.

You felt too good. Your pussy shaking around him, so wet and and warm. Your breathy moans in his ear. The fact anyone could come in and find you like this. It didn't excite him in the way he thought it would. It made him more possessive. You were theirs. No one else deserved to see such a sight. He could sense Simon behind him, the alpha offering enough protection where he could turn his brain off and focus on you.

The knot in your stomach finally shattered, your vision lighting up behind your shut eyes. You shouted, but nobody could find it in them to care, not with your head thrown back like that. Johnny pressed himself impossibly deep, holding your shaking form so you wouldn't be separated from him. He was a ball of curses and groans, his grip on you sure to leave bruises.

He rested against you, you sandwiched between him and the wall. Both of you were panting- mixing with moans and whimpers. Everything felt too much. The aftershock in your veins, the bright lights, the hard wall. You wanted to curl up under the covers and breathe in Johnny’s cinnamon scent. Simon cleared his throat, his pupils blown as he scanned you and Johnny up and down.

“Come on, pups,” he spoke softly. You smiled at the plural version of your nickname. Simon grabbed your shorts off the floor, his hands resting on Johnny’s shoulders. “Let's get you two cleaned up and back home, yeah?” he hummed. Your eyes widened as Simon placed a kiss on the back of Johnny's neck, mumbling out small praises at how well he took care of you. You both squirmed as he pulled out of you, his spend immediately dripping down your leg. The two men groaned.

“Round two at home, bonnie?” Johnny smirked, kissing your burning cheek.

Round two indeed took place at home. Your butt resting on the counter in your bathroom as Johnny worked himself in and out of you. Simon was too busy with his ear pressed against the door, his hand working in time with your moans.

It felt like hours before the shower finally turned on.

You giggled as Johnny massaged lotion into your feet, his lips pressing against the ball of your foot.

“You and John both have a thing for feet,” you teased, expecting him to jump into denial. He just smiled, his thumb working deep into the tense tissue.

“Maybe we do, Bon,” he said slowly. “At least you get foot massages out of it,” he smirked, pressing a kiss against the top of them.

Guess you didn't have room to complain.

“Whose room are we sleeping in?” he questioned, moving to stand from his seat on the coffee table. You were about to say Kyle's but the back of your neck tingled at the sight of Simon’s closed door. Johnny followed your gaze. His face spread in a grin that made you nervous.

“No, Johnny it’s fine,” you insisted. His arm wrapped under your bottom, lifting you to his chest. He held you against him, your head hiding in his shoulder as he knocked on Simon's door. You heard a muffled sound, Johnny not waiting for a clear answer as he opened the door.

“Pup wants to sleep in here,” Johnny sighed like he was doing you a favor.

“It’s okay Simon”-

“You have your jellyfish?” was his response. Johnny gasped in remembrance, tossing you onto Simon's bed. It was amazing you didn't accidentally elbow him in the face with how much of it he took up. Johnny disappeared, heading towards your room to get the stuffed jelly. You had forgotten it when you went on leave and had a harder time falling asleep without it. You had grown a bit codependent on its softness against your cheek to fall asleep.

Johnny came bounding back, tossing himself onto the bed.

“Always forget how shite your mattress is,” Johnny grumbled. He tucked both of you under the covers with Simon, his body curling around yours as the big spoon. Simon shifted and you heard the rattling of a pill bottle.

“Take some of these. You'll be sore later if you aren't already,” he sighed, his thumb brushing over your chin. You opened, his eyes trained on your kiss-bitten lips. He held his water bottle up for you to wash them down with. Simon popped a few in his mouth.

“Did you hurt yourself?” you questioned. He shook his head.

“He’s a big boy, bonbon. Aches and pains are his middle name,” Johnny smirked, his lips pressing on the back of your ear. You giggled as his scruff brushed against your neck. Simon relaxed back into the bed, his arm and shoulder pressed against your front. You wanted to rest your head against him, but didn't want to invade his space too much- although you felt like you had already passed that point.

You could feel yourself fading fast. If the three different orgasms pulled out of you weren't enough then the feeling of being the safest pup in the world was the cherry on top. The best sleep you had ever gotten had been that night you were curled up with John and Kyle. You wondered if this would be similar. You didn't know if it was the beta-alpha pairing that made it work so well or just the fact you trusted the both of them.

You rumbled in a quiet purr, Johnny immediately responding with his own.

It was pouring. The onslaught makes it hard for you to keep your eyes open. Your chest hurts, and the cold water, despite its power, does nothing to get your nervous system back on track.

You felt sad. The sadness felt more suffocating than the rain that was drenching your clothes. Why hadn’t you worn your raincoat? You feel like you knew the answer to that, yet couldn't find the perseverance to dig around in your brain for it.

Maybe the yellow felt too happy for this type of day.

A hand gripped your shoulder. It wasn't gentle. It wasn’t warm or comforting. It was angry- maybe at you, maybe at the world. “Time to go,” it snapped. You recognized it as John. It made you feel sicker, a bubbling anger rising in your chest. Why were you so mad at him? Why was he so mad? He looked worse than when he had left. His eyes are nearly swollen shut from tears and rubbing at them. His face looked older. How long had he been gone? Or had emotions aged him? His hand fell to your forearm, the tips of his finger bound to leave marks against your skin.

Your feet splashed against the ground as he tugged you along. The rushing water makes it hard to walk. How long has it been raining? Every step forward felt like three steps back. If it wasn't for John you would have fallen, and the water would have swept you away by now. A slight warmness fills you at the idea.

“I don't want to go,” you say before you can stop yourself. Your voice is small and weak. He hears you despite the rushing of water.

“You think I want to?” he growls back. It was mean and nasty- his voice and look in his eyes. You whimpered. You’re continually pulled along the flat concrete. There are no trees, no green, just gray as far as the eye can see. Your knees give out, and you can feel the concrete break your skin. A small plea leaves you. A plea of mercy for John to be gentle with you. He wasn't. He growls low in his throat, yanking you up with no patience or fondness in his bones. You shriek, your arm creaking under his grasp. He pays no mind. There's a building in the distance. Gray and square just like the buildings at base. You’re sobbing now. You aren't sure if it’s from fright or exhaustion. His hand digs into the hair around the base of your neck, pulling you forward. You were moving too slow. Your sobs are louder than the rain by the time you reach the building. John throws open the doors. The inside was beautiful, resembling a church. Every seat was filled, each and every person's head snapping behind them to look at the two of you. You don't know any of them, but they all look familiar.

They were waiting for you. John pulls you along the aisle, your eyes landing towards the front. You fall to your knees again, your hands grappling with the legs of people or chairs to keep from advancing. John is jerking you forward by the back of your dress, your body shaking against the carpet. Shrieks and sobs escape you, yet no one comes to help you. In fact, they aren't even looking at you. Once you make it to the front John tosses you against the steps of the stage, your chin colliding with one. You sob against them. You couldn’t breathe. Your heart ached so painfully in your chest all you could do was lay there. There was a mean kick to your legs. Your head finally raised, your eyes landing on an oak casket, half covered by a Union Jack. Your hands reach forward gripping onto the fabric. It pools around you as it falls to the floor.

You don't need to be told. You know who’s in there.

You gasp awake, four pairs of hands holding onto you. You shake in their grasp and they quickly release you.

“Easy, Bonnie,” Johnny soothes. You couldn't breathe, the lightness in the room burning your eyes. Your hands run over your wet face as you sit up trying to take in your surroundings as your eyes adjust. An arm wraps around you, trapping your arms and back against a chest. You fight against it and lose.

“Relax, pup. You're alright,” it was Simon, his chin resting on your shoulder. The smell of alpha fills your nostrils, your brain immediately gives into it- too distraught to do anything else. They both sigh in relief when you relax against him.

“Where is Kyle?” you croak. They share a look.

“He left with John, baby,” Johnny reminded, pulling your legs into his lap.

“Is he okay?” you whimper, tears beginning to descend again.

“Something happen to him in your dream?” Johnny asked.

“Is he okay?” you repeat desperately.

“He’s alright,” Simon affirms to you. The pressure slows your heart rate, and your breathing automatically syncs with his. “I can try to get him on the phone for you. It'll be early morning where they are,” Simon explains, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

You would do anything to hear his voice. Even if it meant waking him up. Simon lays down with you still in his arms, and Johnny goes to turn the light off. You were thankful Simon had given you those pain pills. Without them, the throb in your body would be worse.

Your cheek rests against Johnny’s, his scruff a welcoming contrast to your soft skin. His large hand takes up half your face and neck as his thumb brushes the tears out from under your eyes. You let yourself sink fully into both of them.

“I'm sorry,” you mumbled softly.

“Never apologize for loving us, Bon,” Johnny soothed instantly. Your heart lifted in your chest.

You couldn't help but feel fortunate. Your pack wasn't writing you off as sensitive or troublesome. Instead, they were protecting you. Assuring you. Protecting you from your own thoughts and assuring you they would be there with you along the way. Simon held the phone up and you quickly snatched it with a quick thanks.

“Kyky?” you breathed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sound of his groggy voice. You had woken him up.

“Hey, Lovie,” you could nearly see the smile in his voice. He wasn't mad at you. You buried yourself under Johnny, the phone pressed tightly against your ear. “Having trouble sleeping?” he murmured. You tried to imagine his breath on the back of your neck as he spoke or the way his hand liked to rest between your thighs as he slept.

“Yeah,” you whispered back. “I had a bad dream. Just wanted to hear your voice,” you explained.

“Guess I should get talkin’ then,” he yawned. You were thankful he didn't ask what the dream was about. You could hear him adjust, the sound of metal creaking under him. You hated that his bed wasn't comfortable. He shouldn't be sleeping on metal bars and springs, he should be curled up in your nest with you. He talked about where he was- without giving you a location. He said it was mountainous and the perfect temperature. You knew for Kyle that meant hot. He told you about all the different birds and the sounds they made and how it made him think of you.

Your eyes grew heavy, your body erupting in a barely there purr.

Warmness flooded you as your pack once again took care of you.

Hello everyone! See you in three days for chapter 27! 🧡

[loveanddeepyearning]

Thinking about how Caleb is not like other men...

18+ MDNI, Mentions of your previous partners

“They what?!” 

Oh to turn back time, to unopen your big fat mouth and yoink those words from the super-charged air suspended between your bodies. As your confession hangs in the air, your face burns and you wish to run from the heavy look of disbelief Caleb pins you under. Closing your eyes, you turn your face into the soft pillow cushioning your spinning head, running from the vulnerability you introduced to the situation. 

Calloused fingers turn your face, a captivating gaze caressing your own, flooding your body with a comforting warmth. “I’m sorry, pips.” Soothing the errant strands of hair hindering your view, he strokes your temple, the nerves in your tummy gradually subsiding to a gentle pulse of desire. “You deserve so much better.” 

Caged in an intimate embrace, your legs wind around his hips, pulling him forward to brush his tip against your slick entrance. “Mmmm.” Electricity tingles down your spine as his head prods your clit, his gasp of pleasure echoing like music to your ears. The anxiety that blossomed in your chest when Caleb reverently slipped your clothes from your skin nearly sent you running. Panic only intensified with the admission that you had never finished from a man’s actions, your previous partners only focusing on getting themselves off when the task took too long. The nerves slowly slip away under his troubled watch, appalled that someone would give up, and wouldn't dedicate their lives to learning what makes you cum. 

“Will you teach me?” A heady plea fills his voice, determined to bring you the pleasure you deserve. 

Blushing again, your fingers brush over his chest and the dog tag necklace he wears for you, core clenching when he shivers beneath your touch. Taking his shaft in your hand, you run his head through your folds, moaning when it dips into your soaked pussy. Releasing him, your fingers dig into his shoulder as he slowly slips inside you, warm and pulsing against your sensitive walls. Holding your face, his teeth nip at your ear, breath hot on your neck. “Just as soft as I imagined.” Pinned under the dark haze in his eyes, you clench tighter, his praises intensifying the pleasure in a way you’ve never experienced before. Biceps wrap around your waist, cradling you to his chest, the solid mass of his body pressing you into the sheets you had always laid in alone. Quick hookups to get him off your mind never did the trick, your body aching for his touch, unsatisfied with men who weren’t him. 

Tanned skin presses flush to your own, trailing hands down the sides of your body, cupping and squeezing every inch of the way. Pleasure curls your toes, your hips angling to take him deeper, dizzy from the drag of his cock through your aching cunt. Most gave up at this point, pounding you into the sheets until they collapsed, leaving you sticky and ready to leave. Yet Caleb watches you expectantly, lips gently reassuring you of his affection. 

“Give me your hand.” 

Untangling his fingers from your hair, he watches you encircle his wrist, guiding his index and middle fingers to your clit. Pressing the tips of his digits to your sensitive bud of nerves, your back arches into his chest, his arm tightening the hold on your body. Holding the base of his fingers, you apply a delicious amount of pressure to the area, rubbing his fingertips against you just the way you like it. And oh, when your digits grow weak from the pleasure, his own continue to caress you with expert care, studying every minute change of your blissed-out expression. “Harder?” Pressing firmly, he circles your clit in time with his thrusts, increasing the pressure as he feels you clench around his length. 

“Yes, yes. Just like that.” Throwing your head back, your hips buck into his hand until your orgasm hits you hard, back arching with loud moans of his name. Continuing to move inside you, he works you through the pleasure, swallowing your cries as he pulls your lips to his own. 

Opening your eyes, Caleb hovers over you like an angel against the light, eyes flickering with adoration and pride. “Hmmm. You deserve another one. Cum with me this time.”

[cursed-and-haunted]

"I THINK MY NAME'S SUPPOSED TO BE HUNGER" - webweaving for my oc

Where it Begins, Erica Jong / Poem for a Birthday, Sylvia Plath / Left Me WithA Bitter After Taste, Raquel Loizou / Clarice Lispector / A Fate Worse Than Death, Nisha Patel / The Unabridged Journal of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath / Hansel and Gretel, Anne Sexton / Teaching the Dog Not to Nip, Jim Moore / I WILL BE GOOD AS LONG AS YOU WANT ME, @/thegirlhoodtheory / Sinnerman, Kwame Boateng /Jeff Simpson / "you've always been more of a dog person", @/tdaspoetry / Some Girls Are Born With An Insatiable Hunger, Lisa Villemaire / Essi Välimäki / The Front Bottoms / Silas Denver Melvin / Breezeblocks, Alt-J / Cellophane, FKA twigs / Strangers, Ethel Cain / Jenny Holzer / Emily Palermo / landscape with fruit rot and millipede, Richard Siken / dogperson, @/sloppjockey / The Cunning of Hunger, Chana Bloch / DRIP, Crywolf / Sliver Springs, Fleetwood Mac

[mommyslittlebird]

Alright, another professor Wanda drabble because I’m utterly whipped for her.

“I think spoken Russian is going to send me to an early grave,” You complained. “I’m good on the written and comprehension sections but the oral pronunciations…” You groaned dramatically, tossing your ‘Russian 101’ book out in front of you and dropping your arms so you were laying prone on bed.

Wanda picked up the book, reading through the dog-eared page you had been studying. “Is this the one you’re struggling with?” She pointed to one of the longer words at the top of the page. It had been twisting your tongue for hours.

You nodded. Wanda placed the book back in your hands and sat down next to you. “You know all the syllables. Just say it slowly, don’t try to cram the sounds together, just say them one at a time.”

You propped yourself back up on your elbows, squinting and bending forward to study the page. You sounded out the word slowly. Each syllable felt like an entire word of its own. It was by no means an elegant attempt, but it was technically correct.

Wanda slide down on the bed so she could press a kiss onto your lower back. “See?” She said, nuzzling the downward curve of her spine. “You’re getting it. Keep going. Try this one here.” She reached around you to point out a sentence at the top of the next page.

You spoke the words awkwardly and slowly, mentally trying to translate the foreign lettering into sounds. Wanda started tracing her way back up your spine, placing gentle kisses along each ridge.

“You’re a lot better at this than you think you are,” Wanda assured. “I could’ve never guessed this was your first semester taking Russian if I wasn’t the one teaching it to you.”

“Thank you, professor,” you teased. “I believe you’re to blame for my accelerated studies.” You could feel Wanda’s smile curl against your back.

“I suppose that is my job,” She teased, “making sure you excel.”

“Well then you’ll be devastated to know I have someone who’s serving as a terrible distraction to my studies.” You smirked, arching your back against her mouth.

“Mmm,” Wanda hummed. “I’m sure whoever it is knows that you work too hard. And I’d bet she knows that you’re brilliant and you could’ve passed with flying colors without even opening the book.”

“As if she herself isn’t known for working herself to the bone,” you retorted.

“All the more reason to provide her with a wonderful distraction.” Wanda bit gently at the spot your neck met your shoulder. You rolled your head back, mouth falling open in a silent groan. “We can continue your studies, if you wish. Repeat after me: YA ves' tvoy.” (I am yours.)

You reached one hand back behind you, burying it in Wanda’s thick brown hair. You drew her ruby red lips back to your neck, encouraging more kisses and nips from the older woman. “YA ves' tvoy,” you repeated with easy confidence. These words came far easier to you than the long and complicated ones you were pulling from your books.

“You speak beautifully, sweet girl.” Wanda sucked at the skin behind your ear.

Your eyes fluttered at sensation. “Devochka milaya,” you said. “Sweet girl.”

“Mhm.” Wanda did not pull her mouth away from the soft skin of your neck. Your words weren’t entirely accurate, as the adjective came after the noun in Russian, but she was in no mood to be pedantic at the moment.

She adjusted her position on the bed, moving to straddle your hips rather than lying beside you. You whined when she pulled away, already missing the warm breath against your neck. The whines turned into moans when Wanda ground against her hips your ass. “I want to hear you say it again. Tell me you are mine,” she demanded.

You obeyed. “YA ves' tvoy,” you said again. The words came even more natural the second time around. “I am yours. I am all yours, my love.”

“YA ves' tvoy, moya lyubov,” She translated, adding in the ‘my love’.

You giggled. “Do you plan to fuck me until I can recite the entirety of the Russian language?”

Wanda chuckled mischievously, bending so her mouth was mere inches from your ear. “My love, by the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember English.”

Professor Wanda Collection

[starfxkrinc]

there’s downsides to having you around, jj won’t lie. the amount of energy you have is boundless, and it’s not always fun having a 20 year old talking his ear off about whatever useless coworker drama you have at the restaurant.

the second he comes in you’re yapping in his ear, nipping at his heels as he makes is rounds through the meagre kitchen. nothing but soft hums and noncommittal grunts exiting his lips as you ask for his opinion. he thinks you like to hear yourself talk, and in his overstimulated mind your chatter became white noise.

“either way that bitch had me fucked up and if she keeps stealin my section i’m really gonna show her somethin’”

you didn’t even seem to notice his lack of attention, too busy painting your toes to see him rubbing his eyes in exasperation, “sweetpea, honey you gotta give me a second. i can’t even think i’m so damn tired.”

another thing he had a hard time dealing with, was you’re insecurity. maybe it was age. maybe it was a byproduct of having a mother who preferred to forget she ever had you. but the slightest shift in his tone and attention made you shrink.

“i-i’m sorry. i’ll be quieter…”

he sighs, finally looking at you and your big brown eyes all watery and sad like he just stomped on your heart. this won’t do.

“nahhh don’t start that, come here.” jj cups your plush cheeks, letting his fingers curve under the soft flesh of your chin so he can press a kiss to your glossy lips, “i aint mad at you, just had a rough day thats all.”

the attempts at placating you weren’t working, your lips still trembled and he could hear the soft whines making their way up your throat as you sniffled, “am i making it worse?”

he gives you another kiss, “not worse, you know how i get words just start gettin all fuzzy. bet you can clear my mind though.”

here’s the upside of having you around. you were fresh and green and willing to try whatever to make him happy. no need to teach an old dog new tricks when you’ve got a young puppy to train.

“go ahead sweetpea, don’t be shy.” a soft push of your head was all you needed to sink lower, touching your tongue to his tight rim while he fisted his dick above you. this was just what he needed, and jj could feel all the stress melt from his tired bones as you gained confidence, “look at me, look up.”

blinking hazily you met his gaze, panting and cheeks slick with saliva and sweat as you press your nose to his sack, inhaling the familiar, musky smell of him.

“am i doin good?”

shit you were perfect, jj couldn’t keep his eyes off the curve of your back and swell of your hips. just imagining how your heavy tits must look—dark nipples puffy raw from where they rubbed against the old fabric of his recliner—had his dick dripping precum onto your soft mocha cheeks.

he let go of his dick, letting it slap on down on his stomach to shove his sticky fingers in your mouth, stroking your tongue just to watch you drool, “you’re doin so good sugar, now get back to work.”

the praise does you well, and you’re back at his ass with fervour, licking him from hole to his sack. soft pants and moans rose from the back of your throat, drowned out only by the wet schlick of his fist and the loud grunts be was emitting. if you had any doubts on your performance before; that was all gone now. with the way he kept your pressed against him you knew he was close.

“jesus fuck christ.”

all it took was your tongue pushing past his rim, the feeling of that wet hot muscle had him shooting off like a rocket, and you could feel his cum splattering in your hair and on your ass in harsh plats.

when you lean back you let out a squeak as the last jet splatters across your lips and drips down your chin. you barely have a chance to lick it up before jj does it for you, leaning over to swipe his tongue across your mouth and suck the rest off the soft folds of your chin.

“shit m’sorry. guess i’m more backed up from today than i thought.” all the tightness has left his voice. he seems more relaxed, and he sighs when he lifts you into his lap.

“but you’re all better right?” there’s that look again. all wide eyed and innocent like you didn’t just eat his ass.

jj nods with a smirk, making sure to give you a deep kiss, poking at your hips just to hear you giggle, “you’re a real miracle worker sweetpea, now how bout i work my magic on you, heard you had a hard day today.”

[puck-luck]

STAND-ALONES

coming home | 1.6K | calling qh "captain"

explodin' (like a golf ball) | 1.4K | fem!reader loves a certain video of qh

bloodsucker | 1.1K | qh finds himself on the receiving end on fem!reader's wandering mouth

football fiesta | 1K | a tailgate quickie inspired by fem!reader's outfit

have your cake | 2.9K | fem!reader presents qh with a birthday dessert

hallmates | 5.7K | thin walls make for a good time between two pining neighbors...

cuddles and quiet nights | 1.2K | qh and fem!reader have a sweet, soft, cuddly night in.

pool table sex after the NHL awards

hammock hookup during "national get out of the dog house" day

the "slut summer" conversation

parent!beaquinn MASTERLIST

ASKS & BLURBS

teasing

doggy style

riding (one, two, three, four, five (w/ dom!quinn), six (w/ daddy kink), seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven)

full government name

playoff beard-burn

fingering on the boat

quinn loves to teach you things (one, two, three)

43 tattoo

...decoration

plucking quinn's eyebrows & cockwarming

what noises does quinn make in bed?

munch!quinn

frat!quinn

thigh riding in the hot tub

nipping the inside of your thighs

[starhvney]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ☆ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: dante, gene, laurance

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, teasing and making out, reader is shy and inexperienced with kissing, she asked him to teach her how ;)

𝐂𝐖: none?

𝐀/𝐍: @frannky requested: "omg mystreet boys teaching you how to kiss and they unintentionally make out with you 🤭🤭" um. so yeah i need to be taken out back behind the shed and put down like a dog ty for the scrumptious prompt

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 (coming soon)

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄

“so… you have a crush on someone else, but want me to show you how to kiss?”

timidly you nod, your heart throwing itself against your rib cage in protest of your bold actions. 

“yeah…”

“but you’re not gonna tell me who this guy you have a crush on is?” dante tilts his head, blue hair shifting against his face as he narrows his eyes at you.

the corner of his lips turn up, eyebrows raising when you shake your head no. his fingers reach up to brush the hair from your face, trailing down your cheek and curling under your chin to give it a teasing lift.

“and what would your crush think if he knew you were kissing me? would he be okay with this?”

“um…” you stumble with your words, scrambling for your next excuse. “…yes?”

both of his hands cup the sides of your face, fingertips threading themselves into your hair and head dipping down to press a playful kiss against yours. he pulls away just as quick, gauging your flustered reaction and reveling in your widened eyes and agape mouth.

“i think you’re lying,” he giggles, squishing your face in his hands and poking your cheeks with his thumbs. “tell me who you have a crush on. c’mon, you can tell me.”

“i—you—-“ you stutter, staring up at your crush who knew exactly what he was doing. “i can’t.”

“sure you can. how else am i supposed to guess how he’d want you to kiss him?” he bites his bottom lip, eyes darting down to yours before leaning down to nip and pull at your own. “should i just show you how i like it? want me to teach you how i kiss?”

you eagerly nod, immediately blushing in embarrassment as he grins at your response.

“oh yeah?”

his head dips down again, teeth tugging your lower lip and getting your jaw to slack, letting him maneuver his mouth against yours the way he wants. his hands trail down to land against your waist, rubbing his fingers into the skin before sliding them down to rest on your hips. he pulls his lips from yours for just a split moment, just to talk you through it.

“put your arms around my neck…” you do as he says, making him tap your hip in praise. “there you go.”

his lips are once again on yours, greedily pressing his tongue into your mouth as he kisses you, frenzied and full of a determined motive to get you to crack. he pulls back once again, backing up when your lips try to chase his. one of his hands moves up to swipe the smear of your tinted lip gloss from the corner of your lips, a smug eyebrow raising at you.

“you gonna admit it’s me, now?” 

you duck your head, timidly nodding as you bite against your now pouted and plump lower lip. when you glance back up you notice his own face has gone red, despite the front he had so confidently put on.

“then why do we have to stop here?”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

“gene…”

you’ve lost any ability to get up from where you sit on gene’s lap, the nervous butterflies and heat in your cheeks disabling any coherent thought or power in your limbs to move. you want to punch the stupid smirk right off his face as he leans in for the nth time, dodging your lips and instead brushing them along your jaw.

“what?” he snickers, relishing in the annoyed whine that leaves your throat.

“you’re being mean.”

“aww,” he coos, clicking his tongue and leaning back with a tilt to his head. “how? i’m just teaching you like you asked.”

“you know what you’re doing…”

“hm?” he smiles, more amused chuckles leaving his lips. “and what’s that? why don’t you tell me what i’m doing.”

your fingers lock onto his shirt, tugging in protest as you duck your head down in embarrassment. his hand gently slides to rest under your chin, fingers holding your jaw in place as he lifts your face back up. cool fingertips and rings accentuating just how hot your cheeks had grown.

“look at me, sweetheart,” he smiles, finger tapping against your cheek. “tell me.”

“i can’t,” your eyes clamp shut, head shaking.

you hear him snicker one more time before his lips are pressing against yours. he draws back, deep voice rasped and husky as his breath brushes across your face. it smelled of nicotine and mint, something comforting and entirely gene.

“i’m so mean, i know…” he brushes his lips against yours. “i’ll make it up to you, you just need to be patient. can you do that for me?”

you nod, leaning forward in hopes that he’d connect his lips with yours once again. he finally complies with your wishes, slightly chapped lips locking against your own and stealing your breath.

he doesn’t pull away this time, his hand that held your chin maneuvering your face the way that he wanted. your breath hitches, allowing him to deepen the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue. he tilts your head back, hand sliding to the nape of your neck to hold you in place and his other arm slinking around your waist.

it’s not until you’re out of breath, tapping against his neck and chest that he lets you go, pulling back just a few centimeters. he smirks down at your flushed cheeks and plump lips, eyes hooded and glossed over.

you squirm when you attempt to pull further away, only to be stopped by gene’s firm hold on you.

“where are you going?” he laughs under his breath. “you still have a lot to learn, we’re not done yet.”

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

your face is buried in laurance’s chest as he chuckles at you, his fingers gently brushing through your hair and trailing down to rub circles against your back. despite his attempt to comfort your timidness it only makes you melt further against him, electric tingles and goosebumps shooting across your skin where his fingertips linger.

“aww, you’re so cute. you don’t need to be shy with me.” he purrs into your ear.

his arms wrap around you, holding you tight against him as he dips you down like the end of a romantic slow dance. he leans over you, admiring the face you’re unable to hide from him like this. your cheek presses against his bicep, squishing against the muscle as you try to turn and squirm away from his soft gaze. 

“what are you embarrassed for, sweet girl? what’s wrong?” he squeezes you against him, smiling as he doesn’t let you shy away.

“i’m just nervous…” you squeak out, throat tight as your heart jumps up from your chest.

“ohh, i know.” he coos, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “i’ll take the lead and i’m sure you’ll catch on quick, hm? is that okay with you?”

you nod, chin trembling involuntarily from nervousness. he giggles again, lifting you up closer to him as he leans down and presses a gentle kiss on the side of your face, close to your ear. 

“you’re adorable, just calm down. i’ve got you.” he whispers before placing another kiss across your cheekbone, intentionally running his soft lips against your skin. “i can hear your heartbeat from here.”

you practically go limp against him in response, earning another adoring chuckle from his lips. he plants more feathery kisses along your cheek, trailing closer to your lips and reaching the corner of your mouth. he pulls away for just a moment, admiring your shaky breaths and flustered features.

slowly, he leans back down, pressing his lips against yours in a heart-wrenchingly tender kiss. it makes your head spin, his soft treatment of you contrasting the thundering war rushing through your veins and rushing to your head. when he pulls away you can’t help how your lips chase after him, before you dizzily lean back into his arms.

he smiles, giggling at your eagerness as he unlatches the arm he secured around your waist to brush his thumb against your lower lip. “you want more?”

before you could melt through his fingers from embarrassment he dives down, seemingly much more eager than he was letting on as he nudges his mouth against yours, getting your lips to part as he brushes his tongue against yours.

his arm holds around your waist again, pulling you snugly against him and his hand brushing along your spine as he steals your breath straight from your lungs. when he pulls away again—after what felt like an entire lifetime later—he can’t help the soft smile that graces his lips again, eyes tender as they take in every part of your expression.

“so cute.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[actuallysaiyan]

My bad can u do a 17 prompt for broly?

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, virginity loss for Broly, semi-public sex, reader and Broly get caught| dividers: @/adornedwithlight

Being tasked with teaching Broly how to live on Earth wasn’t easy. He was like a huge puppy dog, wanting to learn but also just following you around and just being so naive about a lot of things. Still, you enjoyed his company and you felt terrible about how he had grown up.

Broly was loyal to you. During the day, he’d train with Vegeta and Goku. And in the evenings, he’d come back to your apartment and he would spend time with you. You cooked him dinner, doted on him like a mother would her child. Broly found so much comfort within you.

And you knew that he was dangerous. You had been warned that he could be reckless and transform and lose control. But so far, things are going really well. You found yourself enjoying the company of the big Saiyan more than you could have ever believed.

Then he begins to develop feelings for you. You’re so beautiful and smell so good. Your smile makes his heart race in the best way possible. He doesn’t know what these feelings are but he knows he doesn’t want them going away. He wants them to stay and keep giving him that warmth deep inside of him.

With those feelings, something else begins to build inside of him. Something new that he didn’t know existed before. Or maybe he did and the trauma of his father made him forget all about it. It was the need to breed. The want to hold you close and slip inside your tight, wet walls and fuck you until you’re crying and whimpering.

Broly doesn’t quite understand those feelings and he does what he can to keep them locked away, but the issue is that the more time he spends with you, the more these feelings come out to play. The more he sees you in a different light.

And this is what leads you to this moment. Broly has you pinned up against the wall and he’s kissing you sloppily. You’re both at one of Bulma’s parties and he has you in this room not far off the party room. Someone is bound to find you, but you can’t bring yourself to care properly.

“So wet,” Broly grunts as he’s spearing you on his cock.

It’s so big, you’re amazed that it even fits inside of you. The minute the tip kisses your sweet spot, you’re a goner. Your thighs shake and you squeak in pleasure. Broly loves the sounds you’re making just for him. He continues to pump up into you, loving the way you look right now. If he could continue to make you feel so good like this, he would be a very happy Saiyan.

Every thrust seems to reach even deeper inside of you. You’re already a mess, barely hanging on as you babble to Broly about how good it feels. Your dress is bunched up but you know that it’s going to be soaked with your juices and his release because of how sloppy he’s being with you.

He presses his face against your neck, nipping and biting to mark you up. Nobody else was going to lay claim to you. You were his and that was all that everyone needed to know.

The door opens and Bulma stands there shocked. Broly turns to look at her, not stopping his thrusts at all. She blushes and her eyes are so wide.

“Eh sorry…I’ll just be…”

She slams the door. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t having your guts rearranged by the big Saiyan. And Broly…well, he’s loving every minute of this despite the sudden intrusion.

[sheerfreesia007]

Drunken Streetlights

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Word count: 1,197

Content warnings: Fluff, alcohol

Summary: You force Chan out of his studio and on a late night walk with you just to be able to spend some time together. But when alcohol is added to the mix are there going to be some confessions that wouldn’t have happened sober?

It’s quiet in the early hours of the morning, the sky is still pitch black and only the street lamps light your way as you walk along the sidewalk with Chan at your side. You had ambushed him at his studio and demanded that he go on a walk with you to get out of his stifling studio, you had told him that he had no choice in the matter and needed to get out of the cramped room. Chan had put up a little bit of a fight but when you had glared at him heatedly he had easily caved and packed up all of his things before leaving the studio with you.

“You think they’d ever let me go to the moon?” Chan asked contemplatively his words slurring slightly as he looked up at the night sky looking for the moon. You giggled as you watched him frown softly when he didn’t see the moon from where he was looking before turning around in a circle before sipping from the paper bag wrapped can that he had in his hand. You guided him to stand on the sidewalk where he could see the moon and he smiled widely at you before looking back up at the moon with a soft huff.

“I mean if you could find it in the night sky on the first try maybe.” you tease him gently and he laughs at you before nudging your shoulder with his playfully.

“Don’t make fun of me.” he whined softly at you and you chuckled amusedly at him. “We’ve been walking forever and I got turned around.” he huffed at you making you grin at him happily before you took a sip from your beer can.

“Sure it’s not that you’re a little tipsy?” you ask him as you feel the warmth that you’ve been nursing in the pit of your stomach starts to spread out along your limbs. After you had kidnapped Chan you had taken him to a convenience store and bought a six pack of beer and some paper bags so that the two of you would be able to drink while you walked. Chan hadn’t been sure about your plan but you told that you’d both stick to the quiet streets away from the main roads so that he wouldn’t be photographed or anything like that. You had pleaded with him to go along with this since the two of you had been busy lately and you wanted to hang out with him for a bit, he had easily caved when you had given him the puppy dog eyes that you mastered thanks to Jeongin’s teachings.

“I’m only a little tipsy.” he told you and you lifted your hands in faux surrender while you grinned and nodded your head at him.

“Of course. Only a little tipsy.” you agreed with him before smiling softly up at him which caused him to huff softly at you but you could see the soft smile on his face starting to slip out. He stepped closer and nudged you softly causing you to stumble slightly as your depth perception was slightly off. 

Chan laughed loudly at you and you quickly rushed towards him trying to shush him so that he didn’t cause any of the residents around here to yell at the two of you. You raised your hands to his mouth trying to get him to be quiet but you stumbled and fell into his chest which made him laugh even more as his arms wrapped around your body keeping you flush to him to steady you. “Would you hush?! You’re going to get us into trouble!” you hissed at him and he grinned down at you softly as his eyes danced around your face slowly. You stood there for a quiet moment as you stared up at him imploringly as your hands gently rested against his mouth. His eyes sparkled and danced with delight as he watched you quietly before he nipped at your fingers with his teeth. You quickly pulled your hands away from his mouth knowing that he’d actually bite you if you left them there. The two of you stood there for another quiet moment just staring at each other smiling softly when you felt your heart pulse inside your chest.

“God, I’m so in love with you.” you sighed out to him while smiling dreamily up at him as your body melted into his embrace. You don’t see it as you rest your forehead against his chest but Chan stares down at you with shock written all over his face as his eyes widen at your admission.

“Do you know what you just said to me?” he asked breathlessly and you look up at him with a proud look on your face as you gaze at him dreamily feeling the effects of the beers that you’ve shared with him. Your mind is in a pleasant fuzzy haze that just loosens your tongue a little bit as you talk, you nod your head at him proudly feeling the confidence to continue talking about your feelings for him.

“Of course I do, I’m in love with you Chan. Will probably regret telling you this in the morning but it needs to be said. You need to hear it.” you tell him softly and smile widely at him when you feel his arms tighten around your waist.

“Why would you regret telling me this?” he asked softly as he watched you with questioning eyes.

“Because you’re so far out of my league that we’re not even playing the same game Bub.” you tell him as if it was common knowledge. You reach up and gently bop him on the nose which makes him chuckle softly at your actions. “You’re so talented, such a good person, handsome, athletic and can lift my body weight without a problem.” you begin to list off on your fingers as Chan looks down at you smiling endearingly at you. “Oh! Did I mention handsome? You’re really handsome.” you reiterate and Chan chuckles softly at you. “Plus you’re my person, my best friend. How can I not fall in love with you?” you ask him before looking up at him with a wide grin on your face.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long, I never thought that you could feel the same way.” he confessed softly to you as he ducked his head down towards yours. He grins when he watches your eyes widen and your grin broadens across your face. Chan can’t stop himself as he leans down and pecks a quick kiss to your nose, chuckling delightedly when you scrunch it cutely in response.

“I’ll give you a proper kiss and confession tomorrow morning- or rather later this morning.” he tells you and your grin grows soft as you stare up at him.

“C’mon then! What are we waiting for? Let’s get to bed so that we can wake up sooner!” you tell him excitedly before you grab his hand and begin dragging him through the streets as he laughs loudly at your antics fully committed to following wherever you lead him.

SKZ Taglist: @kayleefriedchicken, @babigriin, @inlovewithstraykids, @channiesrightasscheek, @kaiyaba

[diagonal-queen]

HELLO!! i keep requesting them sotty im obsessed but what about hunting dogs with a s/o who has a child😅😅i got silly again

Hunting Dogs with your child

♡ pairing: Fukuchi Ouchi, Jouno Saigiku, Tecchou Suehiro, Teruko Okura (platonic), Tachihara Michizou x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do these goofballs fare as stepdads? (or, in Teruko's case, fun auntie?)

♡ cw: Swearing, unofficial stepfathering, unrealistically good stepfathering, reader's ex situation is not established but it's assumed that their baby momma/daddy is not in the picture (Tachihara), mentions of violence

note: I just haven't written anything in ages, and for that I apologise. Wow, being in university is time consuming! I've had block for months and it's been an absolute pain in the arse but I'm back babey! Keep your requests coming anon- I am the Hunting Dogs whisperer and I will write them till I die. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Fukuchi:

My dude is so so so enthusiastic. You mean to tell him that he gets a beautiful loving partner AND a new little guy to hang out with?? Sign him tf up

This man buys your kid so many presents it's genuinely concerning. Your child is spoilt to hell and back by Fukuchi. You need to discourage him from this behaviour STAT

He constantly uses dad words like 'buddy' and 'pal' and 'kiddo' to refer to your kid and they eventually start responding to these nicknames lol

He would totally also do dad stances and just embrace the fatherly aura that is slowly overtaking him day by day (bro starts falling asleep on the couch while the game's on at 9pm)

He's actually surprisingly gentle with your child. If they cry he'll pick them up and comfort them very well. He's like a whole different person when your kid is scared or sad- it's the cutest thing ever

If your child ever gets him a Fathers' Day present he'll probably cry like old man tears of joy. In fact if your child ever does anything nice for him he'll be incredibly touched. Kinda reminds him what he's doing his job for :')

Tells your child great exaggerated (CHILD FRIENDLY) stories about his heroic achievements as a soldier before bed. It's genuinely super cute you guys

If the kid ever runs up to him in excitement when he arrives home in the evening he returns the energy and is like 'omg there they are! that's my kiddo! how have you been??' and picks them up and AUGH they're so cute

Just....🥺🥺

Jouno:

Your child is probably scared of him at first. Within their first meeting he probably makes them cry.

Sorry y'all 😭 but he doesn't exactly come off as much of a teddy bear...and nor does he really act like one with anyone else other than you in private

Jouno just isn't good with kids. Not in the sense that he's scared of them but that he doesn't really know how to interact with them without being intimidating or otherwise just detached

But he really loves you, and he wants to be a good parental figure to your kid, so he tries to warm them up to him by getting them a gift. That probably helps- he might not know much about kids but he's right to assume that they fucking love receiving gifts

Whatever your child's hobbies/interests are, Jouno genuinely does try to connect with them over it, and after a while it does work.

Soon enough your child and Jouno are inseparable and your child is spewing sadistic military rhetoric and oh dear god you've made a terrible mistake introducing the two of them

Yeah, Jouno probably teaches your kid all KINDS of horrible things. He will tell your child stories about times he's tortured suspects, or slaughtered gangs, and just stuff that is not family friendly. You have to nip that behaviour in the bud or else...

He's generally pretty good at taking care of your child, but like, if your kid cried because they were scared there was a monster under the bed, Jouno would probably be like "Yeah. There is. Good luck." and then turn off the lights and leave 💀

Just give him time. He'll learn how to be an emotionally available parent at SOME point

Tecchou:

He's not the step dad. He's the dad that stepped up

Tecchou is definitely very aloof and awkward around your child- like, he knows how to interact with you, but children are different. Children are frightening. And they are his biggest fear maybe

In spite of this, he is fiercely protective of your kid. He will make sure that child is as safe and calm as possible at all times, and he certainly prefers to show that he cares through actions rather than words.

He usually wouldn't initiate physical contact with your child but if they hugged him he would hug back, if they gave him a hi-five he would do it back, etc etc. he will never let your kid down

If your child likes make belief, you can bet you'd walk into a room and find your kid all dressed up, off their rocker in full theatre mode, while Tecchou is sitting on the floor, also dressed up, but looking more depressed than ever before

Save him from your baby. They are taking YEARS off his life

He probably accidentally sends your kid to hospital at some point because he cooked for them. Damnit Tecchou, how don't you realise that a child's stomach wouldn't be able to handle a combination of chocolate and beef

It's okay though, he does learn from this. Plus, he takes care of your child and buys them presents and hangs out with them until they're better <3

He might not join your child in the ball pit, but he would watch them swim around in there with the softest, faintest, most affectionate smile on his face. And that is all that matters folks

Teruko (platonic):

The funnest, meanest, coolest auntie ever

Teruko will lead your child down a dreadful path. Limit their visits to holidays and birthdays for your own sake and the sake of your young one

She's really more than happy to negatively influence look after your child if you need her to though, and they love her because she's super chill and lets them get away with all kinds of things (that aren't violent crimes against humanity)

Your parent says one cookie after dinner? Screw it, have six. I won't tell if you won't. - Teruko, probably

She uses her ability to entertain your kid sometimes- usually she'll decrease her age so she can join them in things like building pillow forts and playing on jungle gyms

I'm just picturing them playing at the park and some concerned parent coming up to them asking where their guardian is and Teruko just fucking transforms into a grown woman on the spot and goes 'WHO'S ASKING' 😭

Teruko is a super cool fun aunt. But she is very wise, and she really will give your kid good life advice on occasion.

She'll also cheer them up when they're feeling down, and if they're feeling scared she helps them step out of their comfort zones and confront their fears (in a safe way!!)

If your kid is like, getting picked on at school or something, Teruko will nag you to phone their school about it. If you don't, she does. If they don't do anything about it, she does. Bottom line is NOBODY fucks with your kid when Teruko is around

I guess technically she really is scary dog privilege lmao

Tachihara:

Help he's so nervous at first? Tachihara this is a child, not a wise sage- you can be normal around them

He just wants to make a good impression on the child okay he's doing his best

But (obviously) your kid immediately loves him, and thinks he's the coolest guy ever, and wants to hang out with him all the time

Tachihara has a bit of a concern that the kid will think that he's trying to replace their other parent, which is fair, but it's unfounded because your child absolutely adores him and does not care about that at all

If your child ever calls him 'Dad' watch his soul fucking transcend to a new plane, he's so surprised and honoured that this beautiful person's child would consider him their parent

Your kid has Tachihara wrapped around their tiny finger. He will oblige them with anything- if you've got a toddler who likes uppies and piggybacks, say your prayers for Tachihara's upper arm and back muscles because he will carry them for hours

You really need him to stop leaving weaponry around the house, though- the absolute HEART ATTACK you had when you saw your precious baby carrying around an unloaded pistol

Also, Tachihara, babe, STOP SWEARING SO MUCH AROUND THE BABY. I CAN'T HAVE MY KID SAYING 'FUCK' TO STRANGERS - you, probably

Doesn't really ever talk about his job(s) with your kid, all they know is that he 'kills bad guys', and they think that's cool as fuck

He's not perfect, sure. But he is trying so hard to be The Perfect Parent™ and, more importantly, he loves your child to bits

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