#the papa mutt

[vevletaire]

I rarely draw fan art, and when I do my battery runs out very fast qfefqeqfeef. Did these in between free time and breaks.

I don't watch often but these are just a few. I don't think they'd necessarily look / wear these, and this is just for fun.

[your-subby-creature]

The way you type is so hot woah 👉👈

Can I hop on the bandwagon and join your puppy playmate brigade?? If three puppysubs counts as a brigade jfgdjsk

Thank you so much!!! I have no idea what it is about the way I type that's hot, but I'm glad people like it :^)

I also love the implication that 2 puppies are playmates but 3 puppies...brigade. We are at WAR we are fighting for SNUGGLES, we are the Brigade, dammit! In that case, onward forward soldier, come on and join the fight 🫡

In all seriousness, I love other puppies and you're beyond welcome to join the little puppy party we've got going <3

Thanks again!!

-your Creature

[oepionie]

— "HE'S THE OTHER MAN!" . the corpse groom

SYNOPSIS: A ghost groom has claimed MC as his unwilling bride. Unfortunately for him, she's already got a lover

⊹ [ c.w ] — violence, possessive behavior, malleus blows a fucking green laser down ramshackle, mentions of blood, yuu is poor but we alrdy knew that, papa crewel crumbs

⊹ [ w.c ] — 1.6k opening post with malleus! if this gets enough attention, I might do more :P

"You what?" Crewel seethed, eyes wide as an unsettling smile stretched across the red of his cheeks.

"Repeat that."

"I…I accidentally released that ghost from the spellbook," Grim sobbed, his glossy eyes reflecting both fear and guilt as he looked up at the imposing figure of the professor. "And he's taken my henchhuman as his bride!"

Oh, Great Sevens. Not again.

Crewel groaned, his hands reaching up to frantically rub at his burning eyes. The flickering candlelight cast erratic shadows across his face.

"Please, do tell. How in Wonderland did someone with your lackluster skills manage to—" The professor was abruptly cut off by a loud, almost obnoxious cry that echoed from the doorway. Turning sharply, Crewel saw Crowley hunched against the entrance frame, hysterically sobbing into his palms. Fat tears dripped beneath his ornate mask, glistening in the low light. "They grow up so fast! My dear child is already getting married!"

Crewel's eye twitched as he took in the scene: Grim shaking like a leaf, and Crowley, dramatically weeping, pathetically looking to him for a solution.

"Fools," Crewel snarled, striding out of the room as he fished his phone from his coat pocket. "If you two won't be of use, then I'll have to enlist the help of those mutts instead."

The day had started like any other in Ramshackle, but you certainly didn't expect it to end with a wedding. Surrounded by the ghostly residents of the dorm, you stood dressed in all white, a bouquet clutched in your hand. Curling in yourself, you sighed and rested your head in your hands, avoiding everyone's gazes which felt like icy needles on your skin.

Ramshackle's old lounge, with its worn-out floorboards and faded wallpaper, was the chosen venue for your ceremony. Whispers rustled through the gathering, carried on a faint breeze that stirred the dust motes in the dim light. Somewhere in the background, the somber notes of an organ piano echoed. You didn't even know you had a piano…

"Dear?"

Jumping with a shriek, you whipped your head around. A ghostly visage, bathed in a deathly pale blue glow, hovered inches from your face, an unnaturally wide grin stretched across their blue lips. Bony fingers gently traced up your cheeks, sending tingles down your spine.

With sunken eyes and high, sharp cheekbones, Elizan—a "visiting" friend of one of Ramshackle's ghosts—was truly a sight to behold. His complexion had a pallor that matched the moonlight filtering through the decrepit windows of the form. Wisps of long, flowing indigo hair framed his face, swept back as if caught in a breeze that only he could feel.

"You look wonderful," he cooed, pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead, leaving your cheeks burning.

"Ah. Thank you," you stammered, averting your gaze and gently pulling away. You could hardly focus on the words being spoken to you, your mind spinning with the surrealness of it all.

"You look... Good as well," you forced out with a cough, tugging at your hair nervously. "But... Listen... I—"

Before you could finish, the door to the entrance slammed open, nearly breaking off the hinges with a sound that could wake the dead, sending cracks spider-webbing through the already dilapidated walls.

On the inside, you screamed louder than the hinges.

You had painstakingly patched up the door after Grim's recent screw-up—a feat that had tested your patience and carpentry skills to their limit. Unless you wanted to survive on a diet of stale canned food and cafeteria leftovers for another year, you couldn't afford any more repairs.

While you were busy mourning the loss of having decent meals, heaving and leaning against the door for support, your friends called out your name in a panic, their bleary and furious gazes zeroing in on your figure. Clad in white, you stood there, the perfect picture of a pretty blushing bride.

The uninvited guests didn't go unnoticed by your "groom," and in seconds, you were pulled into a suffocating grip. Elizan's usually serene demeanor shattered like fragile glass. His deathly pale features contorted into a snarl, veins pulsing ominously beneath translucent skin. His typically gentle eyes blazed with an unsettling fire, icy whites now narrowed and piercing.

"Mutt!" Crewel seethed, his foot slamming into the floor and shattering the newly installed tiles. Your soul nearly left your body as you screamed inside again. There go a thousand thaumarks…

"What in the Sevens is this!?" Crewel shrieked, running a gloved hand through his tousled hair. With sharp movements, he pointed a finger at Elizan. "I'll have you know I can have you arrested for trespassing, unlawful detention, and violating the sanctity of this academy!"

"How... How dare you? Barging into this sacred ceremony—Who even are you?!" Elizan snapped back, his arms coiling tightly around your torso. The crowd erupted in a haze of shouts and muddled answers. Unable to understand anything, Elizan's intense gaze shifted and bore into yours, demanding answers. You gulped nervously, suddenly feeling small and vulnerable in his grasp.

"Who is he?! Who are they?!" he barked like a dog, flashing his sharp fangs at you.

"Uh… That's my professor—uh, Crewel," you stammered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "And those are… They're my… friends?" Your gaze flickered to the group of men who had entered, their expressions ranging from confusion to anger.

Elizan's wide eyes now filled with shock, white orbs glossed over with luminescent blue tears. He pushed you away as if you had burnt him, recoiling from your touch as though it pained him physically.

"You know other men?!" the ghost cried out, his hands clenching into fists, his midnight blue hair cascading wildly around his face like a tempestuous sea. The tortured cries of the groom echoed through the room, sending a shiver down your spine as you awkwardly shifted on your feet, feeling like a character caught in an soap drama.

"…Yes?" you replied, unsure.

"How could you do this to me?!" He sobbed, a dark shadow covering his face. "Running off on an affair the DAY of our marriage?!"

"Well, that's a rather dramatic accusation—" you started, but Elizan shook his head in anguish.

"Answer me! Do you have another man?!" His voice shook the room, and you took a few cautious steps back.

"Elizan, please," you uttered gently, your eyes darting nervously toward one of the men in the room.

Your lover didn't meet your gaze; instead, his eyes were locked onto the ghost, a storm of emotions brewing beneath his features. As you jumped down from the makeshift podium, you shot an apologetic frown at the ghost, hoping to diffuse the escalating situation. "Don't you understand? You're the other man."

"No! You're married to me!" Elizan shrieked, lunging forward in a frenzy, his nails clawing at the air as if trying to grasp something intangible. "Whoever he is—He's the other man!"

MALLEUS DRACONIA

"Whoever he is—He's the other man!"

Lilia raised an eyebrow with a chuckle, his form reclined against a fogged-up window of the room. The weather was gloomy and stormy, the skies tinted green outside, casting an eerie glow over the scene. The window pane, streaked with raindrops and mist, blurred the view of the turbulent skies beyond. Lilia hummed a tune under his breath, a calm figure amidst the brewing storm.

With a sidelong glance, his eyes locked onto Malleus, whose entire figure shook with a barely contained wrath that threatened to engulf the very air around him. The young prince's chest heaved in violent, choked breaths as smoke wisped from his mouth and nose—tendrils of flames flickering amidst the swirling dust and ash.

A deafening crack tore through the air as a vivid surge of green emerald lightning erupted from the heavens, descending upon the roof of the venue with explosive force. The blast of energy painted the sky with a blinding flash of green as it crashed into the building, sending broken glass and wood raining down upon the venue.

Cursing, Elizan moved you both aside, a large chunk of debris hurtling past, narrowly missing your startled form. As more debris crashed down, he shielded you with an outstretched arm, a shimmering barrier briefly forming to deflect a particularly large piece of wood.

"Spectral pest," Malleus seethed, his eyes aglow with an eerie green hue as his nails elongated into sharp claws. With a click of his tongue, he raised his hands, summoning thorns that spiraled towards Elizan, ensnaring the ghost in their sharp embrace. Simultaneously, from the floorboards below, vines emerged like serpents, their tendrils gently but firmly pulling you away from Elizan's protective embrace and guiding you into the safety of Malleus's arms.

"How—?! Ngh!" Elizan writhed against the thorny vines. The prickly tendrils twisted around him like serpents, their sharp points digging into his ghostly flesh.

Malleus paid no mind to the struggling spirit, keeping his gaze fixed on you as he checked for any signs of harm. His expression softened with relief upon finding you unscathed, albeit a bit dusty.

"Beloved," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm amidst the lingering chaos. His gloved hand moved delicately, sweeping away the clinging dust from your shoulders and arms. Pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingered there briefly, conveying a warmth that contrasted starkly with the raw power he had displayed moments ago.

"Are you alright?"

Blinking up at him with wide eyes and frazzled hair shooting up in every direction, you nodded dumbly. Turning away from him, you nearly gasped aloud to see the room in shambles, debris scattered everywhere, and the eerie green glow of energy still lingering in the air. The ghostly residents were in a state of panic, their translucent forms flickering as they moved frantically.

"My dorm," you whimpered, your mind racing as you calculated the cost of the damage.

With a chuckle, Malleus adjusted his grip on you, his muscles flexing as he gently set you down. Your legs felt shaky as you tried to steady yourself.

"I will handle the cost of repair, my dearest," Malleus assured you, bending down to your height, his voice dropping to a whisper. Green eyes bore into yours, strands of his midnight hair falling over his face. "You will not need to worry about such things once we are formally betrothed."

You froze, your face suddenly warming and burning.

"What?!"

Malleus reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your cheek, claws dragging across your supple cheeks. "Yes, my dear," he murmured, chest rumbling as his lips curved into a sharp smile. "You heard me correctly."

"I… I don't know what to say," you whispered, feeling dizzy with emotion.

"Will you consider it?" he asked softly, a faint hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Please?"

Caught in the depth of his gaze, you felt your resolve melting away. "I-I guess?" you breathed, your voice trembling. "I'll… consider it."

A smug smile spread across his face, and he tenderly pressed his lips against yours. "That's all I ask, my dearest."

After ensuring you were alright one last time, Malleus redirected his focus to Elizan. With a flick of his wrist, the thorns under his control tightened around the ghost. Elizan shrieked and thrashed about, his translucent form writhing in pain as the thorns dug deeper.

"Do try to exercise some restraint, my boy," Lilia drawled, tapping his sharp fingers idly against his crossed arms. "We do not want Ramshackle to be bathed in blood. It would be very unsanitary."

not too sure if i am continuing but feel free to suggest some peepl bookies

[konigsblog]

John Price as a pervy stepdad will always have me obsessed

TW: INTOXICATION, NON-CON, STEPCEST. MDNI 18+

It's in Price's nature, a debauched sicko with old-fashioned and taboo beliefs. I mean, how can he not be obsessed with such a stupid, foolish thing like yourself? You're a puppet for his amusement.

Price is drawn to you due to your vulnerability, how you lack the ability to protect yourself, to think independently. You don't notice his perverted glare and the sick comments he utters underneath his breath, his eyes wandering over your figure, admiring every curve, what it would feel like to overpower you and restrain you, take you for his own satisfaction. John knows that you trust him more than anyone else, that you'd never accuse him of being twisted and deranged. To you, he's a protective and caring stepfather. Someone who stepped up for you.

You're too easy to manipulate, coerce, and control. You can't differentiate Price's love from fatherly love, to him being rotten and wrong. His large and scarred hands wander down your body, with the clock striking midnight and a spiked beer pressed against your soft lips. Price uses his authority and role as your stepfather to benefit himself, to leave you helpless and vulnerable beneath him, pleasing himself using your tight, slick holes.

You wouldn't turn down your stepfather, would you? He's been through so much, dollface.

He'll spread your soft, warm thighs after drugging you up, already apologising with a snarky, cocky grin plastered on his face for what he'll do, for the brutality and inhumanity that'll come with his rape sessions. You're compliant, ready to obey. It's like training a mutt, you're eager, patiently waiting for your next command. You won't remember a thing the next morning, that's for sure. You never do, but you feel the shame and guilt, the intense ache between your legs.

“Jus’ relax, doll. Do your papa a favour, yeah? I need this...” he whispers quietly between sloppy thrusts, already forcing himself inside your tight, wet slit while you nod and sob out drunkenly, intoxicated off of the spiked alcohol.

You accept the pain and discomfort, the stretch and disgust that washes over you with each thrust. They quicken, he hits deeper, leaves your bloodied and bruised with his ropes of come painting your body. You lay back, your body contorted into many different positions while you take what you're given, accepting everything just to please the man who stepped up for you.

[oizysian]

Like The Mutt You Are | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Vampire!Wanda Maximoff x Pet!Reader Warnings: non-con, cnc, blood, magic penises Word Count: 3.2k Genre: smut Summary: A young girl finds herself in the possession of a Queen vampire, chosen as her new pet.

•Kinktober Masterlist•

Lady Maximoff was the most influential vampire in Old New York. She owned most of the human cattle in the state and held the most power on the east coast. Other vampires respected her, humans feared her, and children were raised with the horror of her deeds as reminders of what would happen to them if they acted out of line.

Those not categorized as human cattle were just as unfortunate, paying a blood debt to Lady Maximoff to keep their “freedom.” The families that couldn’t afford to pay their debt either gave up what little freedoms they had, or they had to sacrifice one of their family members.

Y/N’s family was currently drowning in their blood debt, unable to pay their monthly dues, so they had no other choice; they had to give Lady Maximoff one of their own.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” her father spoke softly, his eyes downcast towards the ground. “We just can’t do it anymore.”

“But, she’ll kill me!” She cried, pushing back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, wrapping his arm around his sobbing wife. “We just can’t give any more blood.”

She cried then, bawling into her hands as the realization began to hit her. She was going to die at the hands of this bitch of a vampire. She hated them. She hated her.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this.” She whimpered softly, her voice cracking with emotion.

She knew it would only be a matter of time before they would come for her, binding her in chains and stripping her from all of her freedoms, how few of them there were.

Before anything more could be said, there was a knock at the door. Y/N’s skin crawled with abject terror as she realized what was to happen to her.

Her father looked at her for a long moment before releasing his wife, heading for the front door where three very large men stood.

“We’re here for Y/N Y/L/N.”

“No!” She cried, nearly falling to her knees in distress.

They approached wordlessly, grabbing her by the arms and binding them behind her back with thick, heavy handcuffs and chains.

“No, please, papa!” She cried as they dragged her out, her screams echoing throughout the house.

Her parents turned away, unable to watch as their only daughter was given to one of the most dangerous monsters in the country.

Her screams continued as they loaded her into the van they came in, throwing her in the back, the chains heavily falling against her. She sobbed as one man got in the back with her and the other two got in the front seat, wordlessly pulling away from her childhood home.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked the man softly, but he just stared straight ahead, ignoring her words.

She sniffled, wiping her face on her sleeve and eyed the doors to her freedom.

“Don’t even think about it.” He growled, grabbing her chains and tugging on them, forcing her to the ground in front of him. “You ain’t going nowhere.”

She panted softly, looking up at him. Could she take him? Absolutely not. Would she die anyway if she didn’t try to escape? Definitely.

She pushed away from him and rushed towards the doors, the chains clanging as she tugged on the handles. He growled at her, his fangs elongating in his anger as he grabbed her by the shoulders, throwing her back. The chains fell on top of her and she cried, her only escape plan failing.

“You’re going to our Queen, bitch. You belong to her now.”

‘Queen?’ She thought. ‘They consider her their Queen?’

It was hours later when they finally arrived in the heart of the city, where Lady Maximoff resided. Y/N felt weak, hopeless, and all but gave up on her freedom. It was over for her.

The van came to a stop and moments later, the doors swung open, the two men from earlier stood there waiting for her to come out. She stayed still, unmoving, until the vampire in the van with her grabbed her and pulled her out with him.

She fell to the ground in a heap, her shoulders shaking with choking sobs.

“Get up.” One of them snarled, and the other one nudged her with his foot. “Get up!”

“Fuck you!” She cried, pushing herself away from them.

“Get …” he grabbed her by the back of her shirt, dragging her to her feet. “Up!”

She stood between the men, her back slouched, her head hanging as they pushed her to walk forward.

She followed closely behind as they walked, entering the large building ahead of them. When they entered, it was obvious that this was no ordinary establishment. There were cages all over; lining the wall, hanging from the ceilings, with people inside - old people, young people, naked people.

She backed up and hit the body of the man walking behind her.

“Move.” He growled, pushing her into the man in front of her.

She caught herself before she fell, her hands pressing into the vampire’s back. He smelt like smoke and death and she felt that nothing would ever get that smell out of her nose.

They led her into a cold room where other captives were standing on a stage before a woman sitting in, what looked like, a throne. Y/N’s eyes were round like saucers at the sight of her. That was Lady Maximoff.

They pushed her up the steps of the stage and she stumbled as she climbed, lugging behind her the heavy chains.

“What have you brought me this time?” A delicate voice spoke.

“The exchanges, my Queen.” One said, getting on one knee in front of her.

“Ah, yes.” She directed her attention towards the people on the stage. “Your families sold you to save themselves. I want you to remember that as you die.”

A young girl cried out and all the vampires watching in the crowd laughed. Y/N wished she could just kill them all. If she could kill the Queen, they’d all be free … right?

She got off of her throne and walked up to the stage, examining all of the captives superficially. She wasn’t particularly impressed with this group.

“Send them off to the cattle house. I’ve no use for any of them.”

One of the vampires grabbed at Y/N and she elbowed him in the stomach, the chains hitting him in the crotch.

The Queen stood and watched as this lone girl fought back, amused by the display.

“Stop.” She said calmly and the vampires holding down Y/N ceased their actions.

The battered girl looked down at the woman, a fire in her eyes that Lady Maximoff had never seen before.

“Leave that one.”

Others began screaming and crying, begging for mercy from the woman, but were ignored and led out to be taken to the cattle houses, to be used and then killed when no longer usable.

The Queen gestured to Y/N with her finger, beckoning her to walk over to her. Y/N eyed her for a moment before making her way to the edge of the stage, cautiously watching her footing as she walked.

Red wisps came towards her from within the Queen and she was lifted up off the stage and pulled to the other woman, mere inches away from her face, noses practically touching.

“You smell divine.” She whispered, inhaling the girl's scent deeply.

She struggled against the foreign magic, trying desperately to break free from it.

“You’re afraid.” She tilted her head. “And oh, so angry. You want me dead.”

Y/N gritted her teeth, not willing to admit to being afraid or being angry. She wouldn’t give this bitch the time of day.

“So much anger within you.” She smiled, her fangs almost glistening in the light. “I can’t wait to fuck it out of you.”

She spit at her then, right in her face, and Lady Maximoff didn’t even flinch.

“I’ll have fun breaking you.”

She wiped the spit off of her cheek and turned on her heel, walking out of the room with Y/N floating close behind her.

“Let me go, you bitch!” She screamed, still wriggling to get out of her binds, but it was no use.

Lady Maximoff didn’t even turn around as she flicked her fingers, the wisps tightening around the other girl.

“Stay quiet, little pup. You need to learn some manners.”

She could feel the Queen inside of her head, like maggots in an open wound. She groaned softly, images and feelings unfamiliar to her suddenly flooding her senses.

“I’ll make you feel good, pet. You’ll see.”

“No!” She grunted. “Fuck you!”

Lady Maximoff did nothing but laugh as the bound girl was forced to follow her, leading her up spiral stairs to a large bedroom with double doors. The furniture and décor was all dark, some candles burning provided extra light, but the fireplace was where most of it came from. It was a beautiful room and if she wasn’t being held captive, she might’ve complimented it.

“Now, what shall I do with you first, hmm?” She asked playfully, tapping her chin with her finger.

“Let me go!”

“No, I won’t be doing that.” She finally turned to face the other girl, walking up to her and touching her chest beneath the wisps. “You’re very beautiful, you know that?”

Y/N just bit her lip, as staying silent seemed to be the best bet at this point. Lady Maximoff tilted her head ever so slightly and brought her hand up to the young girl's head.

She tried to jerk herself back, but still was unable to move as she raised her fingers to her forehead.

Y/N moaned softly as feelings of absolute pleasure invaded her mind and body, her virgin pussy reacting to the images the vampire witch was putting into her head.

“S-stop,” she moaned, the wisps loosening and caressing her instead of binding her. “Please …”

“Please, what, pet?” She cooed, taking her time in unbuttoning the slacks the girl was wearing and tugging them down as the dark magic she was using slid underneath her shirt, swirling around her breasts.

She let out a shuddering moan as Lady Maximoff slipped two fingers between her folds, collecting her wetness and bringing it up to the girl's face, smiling as she did so.

“So needy. So ready for me.”

“Don’t, please!” She trembled as the vampire slipped her fingers into her own waiting mouth, tasting her new precious pet.

“You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” She was nearly intoxicated by the taste and smell of her. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of you.”

With a flick of her wrist, the remainder of her clothing and her chains were gone and she hovered naked, teased, in the middle of the room. Lady Maximoff admired her, watching excitedly as her nipples turned into hardened rosy peaks and inhaled deeply to smell the wetness dripping down her legs.

The girl trembled, aroused and afraid - afraid of what this woman was capable of. How could she make her feel like this? What kind of witchcraft was at work here?

“Chaos magic, darling.” She said with a smile, running her nails gently down her chest to her belly. “You’ll love what I can do with it, I promise.”

The Queen stripped herself of her own clothing, slowly, to give the girl a show. To her delight, the girls arousal grew at the sight of her naked body and she knew that she wouldn’t have to use her magic on her mind for very much longer.

“I’m going to give you a little demonstration.”

The girl was laid out on the bed, her hands and feet bound with chaos magic, and from between her spread legs, a dick grew, tall and proud. Y/N watched as the vampire crawled onto the bed with her, and couldn’t hold back the guttural moan that escaped her lips when she wrapped her long fingers around her brand new cock.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” She stroked her cock and Y/N shuddered under her touch, her hips bucking upward to meet her rhythm. “I’m gonna fuck myself with your pretty little cock.”

She cried, tears spilling down her cheeks as her precum spread along her length.

“Well, ‘little’ isn’t the right word, is it?” She smiled, straddling the young girl and positioning herself above the erect magical dick. “I made you very well endowed.”

“Please, don’t, it feels …!”

She moaned loudly as the vampire lowered herself down, slowly, as to accustom herself to the girth of the cock.

“Yes, pet. It feels amazing, doesn’t it?”

The young girl cried as her cock twitched inside of her, the new feelings overwhelming and nearly overstimulating. The enchanted cock let her feel every delicious bit of Lady Maximoff’s pussy, and she couldn’t help but be intoxicated by it.

She rode Y/N, her hands gripping her breasts as she thrust herself down hard and fast. The vampire knew that the girl wouldn’t last long, but that was the point. She would get her pet addicted to her pussy so she would beg to please her.

“L-Lady Maximoff!” She cried, her hips jerking underneath her. “Stop! You’re gonna …”

She felt the hot cum shoot up inside her before she saw the girl react to the fact that she had came. She flung her head back on the pillows and let out a yell, her cock twitching and pulsating inside other woman.

Lady Maximoff smiled triumphantly, milking Y/N for all that she was worth. She loved the feeling of being full, but especially being full of her cum. Her new pet was beginning to be very special to her.

“L-let go,” she whimpered, her hips moving against her will. “I can’t do it again.”

“Yes you can, darling.” She cooed. “Once more for your Queen.”

She bit her lip and thrust her hips up against her, making the vampire moan with complete satisfaction. Not only was she a good fuck, but she was an obedient one.

She brought her hand down to play with her pussy, her strong, talented fingers rubbing circles along her clit. She let out a little moan, her brow furrowing and her eyes falling shut as she came.

She milked the poor, abused cock and Y/N couldn’t help but cum inside of her again, another pathetic cry spilling from her lips as she lost all control.

“Poor little pup,” she breathed softly, watching as the other girl came down from her high. “So pathetic and needy. I can help you.” She leaned down and pressed her lips to Y/N’s, a chaste kiss only to get a little taste of her. “I can make you feel good forever.”

“No …” she cried, her dick twitching once again as the vampire cockwarmed her.

“Oh, yes.” She kissed her once more, this time piercing her lower lip with her fangs and licking up the little droplets of blood that trickled down her chin. “You’re mine forever, my pet.”

She finally released her cock, pulling herself off and laying down beside her. She flicked her fingers at the enchanted penis and it disappeared, but the feeling between Y/N’s legs remained.

“I have a present for you, my darling.” She said playfully, propping herself up on her elbow and admiring the mess she had made of the girl.

Around Y/N’s neck appeared a collar, complete with a name tag and leash. She struggled to look down at it, only being able to feel it in the position she was being held in.

“What should we have the name tag say, hmm? Mutt? Pup? Bitch?”

“Let me go,” she whimpered pathetically, trying and failing to press her legs together to ease the painful ache between them left from Lady Maximoff’s magic. “Please.”

“You don’t really want to leave me, do you?” She asked sweetly, her fingers drawing imaginary shapes on her belly.

Her stomach twitched and her skin was hot with arousal. She was unable to deny the fact that this woman now had a hold on her. She was in her mind, and soon she would be in her body.

“I know you don’t.” She cooed, pouting playfully as her fingers worked their way up Y/N’s bare chest, teasing each rosy nipple to a hardened bud before slipping up her neck; two fingers finding their way inside the girl's opened mouth. “Suck them.”

The girl shook her head, refusing, before Lady Maximoff’s eyes turned red, and suddenly she was taking her fingers eagerly, swirling her tongue around the intrusive digits as they pumped in and out of her mouth slowly.

“That’s a good girl. Get them nice and wet for me.” She watched as she took her fingers with ease and her mind wandered, wondering what she would look like on her knees, taking her cock.

She pulled out of her mouth, her fingers wet with saliva and absolutely ready to explore the virgin pussy before her.

“I promise I’ll be gentle.” She smiled as she brought her hand down between Y/N’s legs, slipping her fingers between her slick folds.

She moaned, her hips rising as she eased her fingers inside of her, slowly at first, gently, but then the feeling of her became too much, and her thrusts quickened.

She let out a whimper of pain, despite being under the Queen’s complete control, and began to cry.

“No tears, dove.” She said as she fucked her, her fingers now easing in and out of her pretty pussy. “My little pet will feel so good now. So good.”

She let her thumb caress her clit and she twitched, her pussy pulsing with a need the girl was unfamiliar with.

“Do you need more, my pet? Shall I add another finger to your needy pussy?”

“No …” she cried, but Lady Maximoff smiled and shook her head.

She pulled out, adding another digit before slipping back inside, Y/N letting out a throaty moan at the feel.

“Yes, it does feel good, doesn’t it?” She fucked her harder, faster, hitting the deepest parts of her, curling her fingers and playing with her throbbing clit. “Come undone for me, pet. Come all over my fingers.”

The red wisps of magic slid along her body, heightening the sensations and pushing her over the edge, her legs jerking as she came.

“Unh … oh, Lady Maximoff!” She cried, tears in her eyes and drool dripping down her chin; a wisp curled around her neck and slipped into her mouth, pumping in and out.

“Mm, I’m still not done with you.” She purred, bringing her fingers up to her face and putting them in her mouth, sucking them clean. “I’ll never be done with you.”

She moaned around the wisp, flinching as she felt it jerk and twitch with pleasure inside of her mouth.

“Suck it, darling. It’s good practice.”

She obeyed, her head bobbing as the dark magic inside her mouth spurt gobs of its masters cum into her waiting orifice.

The Queen moaned as she and her magic came, smirking slightly as the wisp left her mouth and left a trail of drool and cum in its wake.

“You’ve made such a mess.” She said condescendingly, tutting her. “I’ll have to hose you down like the mutt you are.”

•

@natashaswife4125, @poison-blackheart

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

are you ever going to continue the buddy daddies series? There’s barely any Yandere buddy daddies content and less platonic Yandere buddy daddies

anyways I got an idea lol so it’s been a couple months and reader is bored and they really want to go outside not essentially escape just go outside and one day is perfect her dads are out on a business trip and they won’t be back till the next day the only problem is Miri it’s the weekend and reader is on baby sitting duty good for reader Miri is a child and the promise of ice cream she’ll keep quiet but the problem comes when readers on her walk she spots a puppy and makes the mistake of staring at it to long so the dog gets attached and follows them back home and to make it worse Miri saw the dog and now she has to figure out how to get rid of the dog before there dads come home but Miri is now obsessed

sorry for this long ass rant and the horrible grammar

You're absolutely fine, Love! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

New Addition | Platonic Yandere Buddy Daddys x Teen Delinquent Reader

I love the idea that you just so happen to have this trait about you that has helplessly weak and clingy little creatures gravitating towards you

And it just sucks that you have this dog constantly following you 

After your elaborate plan to have Miri sleep for just a couple hours

You hate to admit that it’s not so bad living with the weirdos in their fancy condo

ignoring Miri and the occasional smothering

But you can be sure that your fairly peaceful life is going to get a lot more hectic if you come home with this dog

You didn’t mind as you visited some of your old hangout spots and your other runaway buddies you could find

But it is a problem as your four hours of freedom is ending and this dog hasn’t stopped trailing after you

Undeterred by your hopping fences and scaling buildings

The stray pup is incredibly determined

Eventually relenting to sit eagerly on the doorstep of the condo

“Get outta here you crazy mutt!”

“*Yawn* (Y/n) where’d you go I was looking all over for–PUPPY!”

With just enough luck you might be able to convince Miri and the happy pup to get inside and pretend you didn’t leave the house for hours

“Where did you get that?! A Puppy?!”

“Well I–”

“(Y/n) found her and brought her home! Her name is Cupcake!” 

Rei puts it together immediately and is more angry that you left

Kazuki on the other hand is pulling at his hair because the puppy is already chewing at the carpet

Rei-papa is going to try and interrogate you about your little outing

But he’ll be unsuccessful because Kazuki and Miri desperately need your help to bathe and clean this rowdy puppy

When Kazuki and Rei are finally able to get Miri and Cupcake to sleep 

Rei’s finally able to interrogate you but after seeing how helpless they were when the puppy was awake you figure you’ll have some leverage

“Sure you can lock the doors and ban me from leaving…but I hope you’ll be happy living in this place when it’s covered in dog pee.”

“WHAT!?”

“Cupcake is an unpotty-trained puppy, who needs to be walked often to avoid accidents. You two work a majority of the time so it’ll be my job buuutt if you’d rather I stay inside–?”

“No! No! I will not have Cupcake destroy everything in our home!”

“Grrrr.”

You just have to play the game with these two 

And a puppy is a variable that’s plenty confusing 

[fawnsflowerbed]

Sugar Cookie

If You Asked Him To

Nosebleed ♥︎

Undress ♥︎

Insomnia

You're Not Her

Insecurity Comfort Headcanons

Sunshines and Storm Clouds

Dirty Talk with Leon ♥︎

Nightmare Comfort

Lost Appetite

You Wound Me

Morning Wood ♥︎

Lapdog ♥︎

Here With You

Exciting, Isn't It? (DBF!) ♥︎

Domestic Bliss

House Spouse

Period Comfort

I Just Needed You

Hanging with Teen Leon

An Easy Ride ♥︎

Good Boy ♥︎

A Wounded Cub

After Work Study (DBF!) ♥︎

Little Thing ♥︎

Horror House

Videogames For Leon

Whiney Mutt ♥︎

Face Mask

One More ♥︎

Safeword ♥︎?

Sub Leon ♥︎

A Commitment To You

Pretty Puppy ♥︎

Subspace aftercare ♥︎?

Subspace ♥︎

Arcade date

Picture Perfect

Puppy lovin'

RAMBLES / DRABBLES

Soft Domestic Headcanons

Comforting you Headcanons

Leon as an uncle Headcanons

'Then He Waddled Away'

Spanish Headcanon ♥︎

Love Languages

Sore ♥︎

Nervous (ramble)

Pet talks (ramble)

‘Snap Out Of It’

Age gap (ramble)

Kissing DI Leon (ramble)

Being comforted (ramble)

Buggy Boy

Leon's Kinks Headcanons ♥︎

Keeping Warm ♥︎

Texting Headcanons Pt. 1, Pt. 2

Yan! shenanigans ♥︎

Papa Leon! Ultrasound

Puppy Leon

Eating you out (PRN CLIP!) ♥︎

Whiney Ven! Leon ♥︎

OG RE4 Leon backshots ♥︎

DI Leon + Bunny Hybrid ♥︎

Requested Puppy headcanons

Shark reader, Fox reader, Lop bunny reader, Kitty reader, Puppy reader, Questioning the hybrid dynamic,

SERIES

Hello, You

Home is More Than Four Walls

His One Weakness

Main masterlist♡

[phoenixblaze1412]

A part 2 was requested for this. But instead of the segments being destroyed, it's something else^^

You were happily clinging onto Omega as the two of you made your way back to the palace. In your hands were the electro and dendro gnosis that Omega obtained from negotiating with the dendro archon.

Omega could only sigh in exhaustion, he thought he would only be dealing with the Balladeer's attitude but he didn't expect himself to be chasing you around Sumeru.

How you managed to interact with the traveler, he has no clue. How the traveler protected you from everything, even him, annoyed him. How dare the traveler called him a bad person in front of you when they don't even know you're his guardian.

But he was glad you came along, you were able to give him the information he needed to help him keep track of the traveler and their whereabouts.

Now that the two of you are back in the Zapolyarny Palace, he will be now able to report the successful mission to Prime and let the other segments take care of you.

"Do tell me if you still feel like you're about to pass out. I can't believe you would just eat a strange mushroom you saw in the forest, (Y/n)."

"It was pretty and colorful, Omega! And I saw that fox forest ranger eat one raw so I thought I can eat one too."

Ah yes, Omega still remembers how he was panicking over your unconscious figure. The pyro agent that was guarding over you from a distance saw how you ate a Rukkhashava Mushroom and started getting sick before passing out.

Omega was so close to pulling his hair out at how your curious mind is close to killing you. He was debating if he should just send you back home immediately but you were also helping him in his tasks that he can't lose a valuable child like you. It was decided that you stay close to his side whenever you are not spying on the traveler.

"Do you think the others will be happy to see us again, Omega?"

"Mostly you, yes they will. You did got them worried when you left them without notice."

Omega opened the door to the lab, his other arm still holding you as he made his way inside.

Your eyes widened in surprise to see how dark the laboratory was, the creepy atmosphere sending shivers down your spine as you held onto Omega. Your eyes wandered around the room to see lots of shattered glass everywhere, probably the test tubes and beakers.

You were only gone for a week and the lab looked like it hasn't been cleaned for months. You turned your gaze to Omega who only looked back at you with the same confused look.

Omega turned on the lights to the laboratory, your eyes narrowed when you see the segments huddled up in the corner of the room, kneeling down and crying in front of a picture of... you?

You were told by Pantalone that people would cry in front of a photo of someone they love only if they died...

"I'm dead?!?!?!"

Your shout was heard throughout the lab as the segments quickly turned their heads to look at you, their eyes widening in surprise before running their way towards you and Omega.

"(Y/N)!!!"

You let out a squeak of surprise when you were taken out of Omega's grasp and being immediately engulfed in a hug by Theta and Beta.

"Don't ever do that again! Do you have any idea how worried we were you clumsy mutt?!"

You whined when Iota pinched your cheeks with a grin.

You were placed down to the ground as you came face to face, shoes since you're on the short size, with your father.

"Papa! Omega and I got the chess things!" you happily chirped as you ran up to Dottore, who kneeled down at your level and picked you up in his arms as you showed him the two gnosis in your hands.

"Isn't that marvellous news? I'm sure the Jester would be satisfied with two more gnosis in our hold. But do make sure not to run off to another nation without telling me, little one."

"I have made sure that they would return home without any injuries nor sickness, Lord Harbinger. Aside from the trouble they brought me, they did managed to help me keep track of the traveler and the Balladeer."

"Excellent. I expect a report of everything that happened in Sumeru, Omega. You may take a small break before going back to work."

You happily clung to your father, humming a small tune you learned from the Nilou girl's dance whom you encountered with the traveler back in Sumeru before letting out a small yawn.

"Come, little one. Let's get you to bed, I'm sure the other segments would be happy to spend time with you once you have woken up."

You tiredly nodded in reply, handing Omega the gnosis in your hand before laying your head onto your father's shoulder and slowly drifting off to sleep.

Dottore hummed as he left the laboratory with you before carrying you to your room, he looked around the hallways and let out a sigh of relief when he knows it's only him and you.

"Don't leave again without saying anything, pet.. you sure are a little troublemake. I thought I would have lost someone as precious as you."

Dottore placed his hand on top of your head before gently rubbing your head.

"Welcome home, (Y/n)."

[rayshippouuchiha]

PAPA AU

Fugaku: I’m so proud of you my son :)

Sasuke: Thank you Father. I’ve tried to live- *gets shoved to the side as Fugaku goes to hug Itachi*

Fugaku: Not you. I’m talking about your brother. He prevented me from having to see you act like a mutt with the mutt with my physical eyes.

Sasuke: … shit like this is why I joined their pack, you know?

Fugaku ends up having the most massive of hate boners for Kakashi from the Pure Lands because he just Doesn't Understand what it is about Sakumo's whelp that apparently makes every Uchiha in regular contact with him Act Up.

[bestjeanistmonster]

What happened to chilli after sonic got petrified I assume he also got petrified but I'm still curious

At first she was at Sonic’s statue a lot, laying by his feet and whining wanting him to come back but then she started following Shadow cuz she likes Shadow and her papa liked Shadow too and she could smell his grief.

Shadow, after a bit frustrated and grief stricken attempts to get her to leave, he let her follow, even though in the past he had never been too fond of the mutt, now he could reluctantly admit that she made a good companion. Also he certain that if he just straight up abandoned her Sonic’s spirit would haunt him

He swore he could almost hear that blue clown teasing him but it was just the wind

So now he had a baby and a hyena to take care of. Great.

They travel the destroyed world together for years, becoming a well oiled machine basically

Tw/non-graphic animal death

But then one day, when silver was 4 a scavenger tried ro kill Shadow but Chilli intercepted getting wounded herself before Shadow killed the guy. He couldn’t heal those wounds so he just stayed with her as she passed.

[gunnrblze]

Reunion pt. 2

Continuation of my silly fic

CW: more suggestiveness, fighting the urge to add smut to this lol. reader is gender neutral in the first part, but is she/her now

You’d always thought florescent lights were a bit much sometimes, but now that they were blaring right above your line of sight? You wanted to stab someone over it.

It was difficult to hear, too many people talking, too many machines and noises whirring in the distance.

What you could feel though, was an ache at the back of your skull, dull when you’re still, but sharp if you shift your head the right way on whatever piece of shit cot you’ve been laid on. You assume you fell and hit said noggin when whatever the fuck happened in the forest, happened.

Not that you can remember much yet, all you know is that the Generals murder boys showed up and then you got knocked off your one-way piggy back ride. Which worries you, is Beanie still alive? What about the rest of the circus?

With the way the lights are fizzling above you on the ceiling, the vague smell of medical supplies, and the fact you can feel that big cut on your hip bandaged up now instead of trying to kill you softly with its song…you’d wager you’ve not been captured by the Feds.

Maybe this is the ‘base’ your saviors kept speaking of, something you’d only believe when you really saw it…just in case they’re actually some band of fuckwads posing as a militia and not real soldiers. People are weird, can you really blame yourself?

“She’s awake” a voice somewhere off to the left, or maybe the right, called out. Your brain was a little too hazy to recall if you knew the voice, but as soon as Papa Smurf came into view, you felt some kind of relief that maybe the rest were okay too.

Not that you gave too much of a shit about them, yeah? I mean, you don’t even know them, they could’ve killed you, they could kill you. They just plucked you up off the floor and said ‘come with us’ like that’s a normal thing to do. Who even are they? You have one real name out of the five, but ‘Hesh’ surely to god isn’t the man’s government name-

“How do you feel?” His voice snapped you out of whatever train of thought you were riding. You blinked what felt like a hundred times before you could make out his form standing to your left. He wasn’t really as old as you acted like he was. Maybe early 50s, but he could still take you down as well as the rest, if not better due to what you imagine is well honed experience he has.

You still weren’t too interested in speaking very much to them. Maybe it was juvenile, or maybe your brain was just lacking, unable to figure out what to say in this situation. You relented a little though, giving a shrug and a mumble of something that sounded like ‘fine’. Why was your mouth doing that? Why did it feel so weird to speak?

“You’ve got a mild concussion, and a knocked out tooth” Geriatric explained when he saw what must’ve been confusion on your face.

Oh. A knocked out tooth. Naturally, of course. Whatever, it could surely be worse than a missing molar.

“We patched up your hip. That’s a nasty cut you got, a bit infected, we’ll have to keep an eye on it” he added, which wasn’t a sentence you liked very much. Not because of the cut, you weren’t sure you cared about that anymore. But because they wanted to keep an eye on it? They’d keep you?

Suddenly you felt like a stray mutt. Found wandering in the broken rubble of that office building, feeding on scraps of food because what the fuck else is there to eat in a bombed out wasteland?

You supposed you could get past that degrading feeling. If, and only if your presence didn’t continue to feel like a liability. You’d fight for yourself again, continue to scavenge for food like an animal before you played house, or military, you guess…with people who wished that their dogs nose hadn’t sniffed you out in the first place.

You wouldn’t be following them around like a stray if they’d complain about it, you knew that for sure. Not that they had complained, as a matter of fact, nothing had happened, they were actually rather nice. You were kind of just imagining all this-

“You gonna tell us more about yourself, kid? How the hell did you make it out there? You know where you’ve been?” Geriatric decided to flash bang you with three questions at once.

You gave another shrug, why did it feel like you couldn’t talk? You weren’t exactly scared of them anymore. They clearly didn’t want to hurt you, not at the moment, at least. Why did you feel so petulantly reluctant to explain yourself to people that had actually helped you considerably?

You decided to suck it up, and explained through your molar-less, iron tasting mouth, that your family died way back when, you somehow wandered into No Man’s Land, you’ve been getting by well enough, etc, etc, the usual.

Now he was being silent, which you almost thought was funny, except for the way that he looked at you like you’d told him a lie. Anxiety set in for a moment, and you felt like you were being cross examined now.

“You just stumbled into No Man’s Land? How’d you get past the wall?” He asked a little more quizzically this time. His arms were set firm across his chest -big arms for an old dude, you couldn’t help but notice- and his face was stone cold. Not your favorite look from American Dad, so far.

You figured if any time was the time to talk, it was now. After realizing what the fuck he meant by the wall, you relayed that you simply crawled underneath it. A divot in the ground that someone had clearly took a moment to dig out. You hadn’t thought much of it, you were more so concerned with not becoming one of those red berets next kill shots.

You remembered it better than you thought you would though, given your concussion. Which lessened your anxiety a bit, he’d probably hate it if you couldn’t even explain that part…

Except, that didn’t quite mean he believed it yet. Back to square one. Your head throbbed and your gums were still a little bloody. The infection in your hip stung and the lights were still caving in on you as you laid in the fuck ass military issue cot. But none of it mattered when you had him looming over you, asking questions like you were an X-File and he was just waiting for Scully to show up.

“You crawled under the wall, huh? And didn’t get caught by any Fed soldiers?” Geriatric asked, his tone almost harboring a little, amusement? It was hard to tell with the way his gaze made your body feel so cold, despite being somewhere near California in June.

You simply nodded though, because…yeah. That’s quite literally exactly what happened. He knew you were a civilian, if that much wasn’t glaringly clear, so maybe he’d also come to understand that you had little idea what the fuck you were doing.

You were both surprised when you suddenly spoke up unprompted and asked about the others, if they were alright. You’d remembered how this all happened, what led up to being knocked off Beanies back, and you couldn’t help but wonder where they were. He raised an eyebrow, but seemed willing enough.

“Hesh is alright, took a bullet to his vest, that’s why you fell down with him” He starts, immediately making more sense than you thought he’d give, seeing as they all seemed to be quite secretive. Hell, you only knew Beanie, Hesh’s, name anyways. That seemed to bother you a bit, not even knowing their names.

“The rest are okay. You two are the only injuries we have right now. He’s been patched up and is resting, which is what you’re gonna do, too” he added. Which again, you weren’t exactly a fan of because what the fuck happens after you rest up?

What will they do with you? They won’t put you back in No Man’s Land, of course, but you have no where else to go. That’s how you ended up here, on this scratchy cot, after the fucking Misfits picked you up by the scruff of your neck like a feral alley cat.

He seemed to smell the confusion and slight fear on you, and during what you imagine is a rare event, seemed to stall with having an actual course of action. So you opened your big mouth up instead. Explaining that you have no where to go, so they might as well just dump you now, get it over with.

You felt stupid when you said anything to them, like you were a toddler learning how to string meaningful sentences together for the first time, so you didn’t feel any more idiotic than you perpetually did after saying that bullshit.

But the way he raised his grayed eyebrow again and looked down at you like you were not as old as you actually were…didn’t help the feeling.

“Don’t worry about that right now, you have to rest up and get cleared from that concussion before we ‘drop’ you anywhere” he said simply, like that would make you feel better. Like the pat on your shoulder would make you feel better instead of making you flinch.

He walked away though, so what choice was there?

You glanced around now that you could see and think better. Stashed away in some room that was supposed to be a makeshift medic-like setting. The walls were gray and so was the vibe, apparently. Not that you’d expect the croaking soldier on the cot adjacent to you to be having a good time with that stab wound it appears he took to the gut…

You were just about to get settled into your spiraling thoughts when an unfamiliar voice appeared on your left. This guy was, naturally, just as big, but had a more athletic looking build. Brown eyes that were more amber than anything, and not nearly as imposing an energy as some of the others. Looking at Baldy for that one.

“Hey, I’m Kick” he tried to give you a smile.

Ohhh. So getaway guy does exist.

You almost felt the desire to return the smile, but you couldn’t. So you gave a nod instead, which seemed to satisfy him enough. He asked how you felt, your point blank response of “Shitty” got a little chuckle out of him. Why was he charming? He’s like Beanie, you suppose, a smile that can go a long way. A smile that you enjoyed seeing since you hadn’t really seen anything in a while.

Your lack of recent human interaction was still confusing your hormones…

He very clearly wanted to ask questions about the elephant in the room, how the fuck are you still alive? But he appeared to have enough decorum to make it seem like bringing it up was your idea when he worked it into the conversation.

But you had nothing much to say. By the skin of your teeth, is how you survived and out-hid the Feds thus far. A yipping and wailing German Shepard who somehow smelled you from too far away, is how you’re alive and on this cot rather than wondering if you’ll find a shelter hidden enough to sleep in tonight.

It appears he’s just as smart as his friends, because he doesn’t push. Just looks at you like you’re some sort of miracle. Really, you’re totally flattered and all, but you can’t quite stop and pat yourself on the back yet for making it this far, when you still have so far to go.

He wanted to let you rest like Geriatric, so he left. And you did not watch his ass in those tactical pants as he went. A nurse-medic-doctor-‘I have some kind of medical knowledge’ person came over to tend to your hip wound. Peeling back the gauze made you hiss, looking down at the gross slice wound made you wince.

Definitely more infected than you thought it’d gotten. Perhaps that’s what the pills they were shoving in your hand were for. You cared so little you didn’t even ask about what you were swallowing.

You laid down again, trying not to tear your hair out of the root due to the way the lights continued to buzz above your head. It wasn’t loud, but it was loud enough for your concussed ass brain.

Apparently these people catch on quite well, you couldn’t ever think of knowing simple army soldiers that had so much interpersonal skills. Weren’t they usually a little dumb? But you’d be damned if you didn’t see Beanie himself spawn at your side with a pair of earplugs. You were beginning to wonder if maybe you would rather be left alone, respectfully.

“We don’t have many of these, but they should help” he said simply, rather than addressing literally anything else that’s happened. You took them though, cracking a real little smile because Jesus fucking Christ if you had to hear a gun go off one more time…

You gave him a once over, noticing the slight raise of bandage near his ribs underneath his deliciously too tight t-shirt. He noticed, because of course he did, and ensured you he was fine. It was all rather normal feeling, for a beyond abnormal situation.

You popped the earplugs in, sighing and trying not to move your head wound on the thick fabric of the cot because Christ on a bike that shit stung. You felt a little more comfortable blurting out a ‘what happens after this’ to him rather than his elder, for some reason.

That seemed to be the question of the hour, though, because he kinda just gave you that knowing look. You figured he’d half ass some kind of reassurance, but instead he asked about the half broken radio in your bag.

Your bag. Your radio. Your stuff. Where’d they even put it? They went through it?

“You have a lot of loose ends in there, why were you carrying all that stuff around?” He’d continue. He wasn’t wearing his little namesake, you just noticed, and you accidentally admired how silly yet handsome he looked with a buzz cut.

Which was also a bit too obvious on your end, so you opted for explaining that you were trying to fix the radio. You used to fuck with them in your spare time, good with technology type stuff, etc etc. Which piqued his interest enough to ask how good you were with radios.

Pretty good was your final answer. You didn’t quite feel like talking about godforsaken radios right now, what with the lights blaring and the exhaustion catching up to your brittled ass body. You weren’t sure how malnourished and dehydrated you were, but you could feel the weakness. He seemed interested enough by you, though, you just didn’t have half a mind to ask about your belongings after taking those meds.

It felt almost too perfect when he explained that they’ve been having issues with their comms system lately…

That maybe you could take a look at it once you healed up more, maybe you could fix it. That if you did, you’d have a place to stay, food to eat.

You wondered whether or not Junior had ran this thought by Senior yet. If he was just planting the idea to help you out, so you didn’t face whatever fate you’d end up with once you didn’t have a need to laze in their cot anymore.

Because you couldn’t really foresee the rest of his buds wanting to actually take you in, whatever the fuck that really meant, here. You were a civilian, who maybe posed a bit of use to them. But that didn’t feel good enough, you wagered. Not during a time like this. Don’t they have people for this stuff?

You shrugged, not wanting to ask why he cared so much about your wellbeing. Maybe he’s just a good guy, a good soldier, but you both knew you had little place here. He seemed to just be trying to carve one out for you. And as much as you appreciated it, you still didn’t like the whole idea of being any kind of burden to these people

He gave you a pat on your shoulder too, like father like son, and told you to get some rest and think about it.

You did think about it. Thought about how fucking stupid it’d be if you tried to fix a military communications system. You liked tinkering with radios and what not, desperate to get a signal for even a sliver of music to grace your ears if you could. But you didn’t know as much as you suddenly wished you did.

So you opted for lying on your squeaky cot, feeling the burn of the stitches on your hip, the ache of the gash on the back of your head. And the buzz of the florescent lighting above you.

The earplugs did help a bit. And you fell asleep sooner than you thought you would. To the nice relaxing sounds of sick, groaning soldiers, and whatever the flying fuck was happening on this base.

And naturally, that damned dog again.

[scarecrow-collective]

MUTT!! !!! you should sooo totally explain your ghouls and how they interact with their element.... :3

YESSSSS OH MY GOD THANK YOU!! KISSING YOU(PLATONICALLY) I'M SO EXCITED HOLY SHIT

Okay so, in my version of the ghost universe the ghouls are fucked up experiments. Ghouls cannot be summoned they must be created, I've explained how they must be created in another post that goes alongside this one.

The clergy originally began experimenting on willing followers back in the 40s a little after WW2, they failed horribly each time until sometime in the 50s where they took a small group of followers and managed to turn them into ghouls.

These ghouls were gifted to the original Emeritus, they only managed to survive about four years before they gave into their elements and withered away. Now, seeing that it was in fact possible the clergy began experimenting more and more to get better results.

Soon they had their first successful batch of ghouls, they were given to the first Emeritus and they lived well over 13 years before they decided they needed more for the new cardinal who was going to take the place of the third Emeritus.

The clergy needed to get rid of these ghouls which prompted the experiments I talked about in a previous post, it worked and they had another batch of ghouls who were ready to protect and serve their cardinal at all costs.

How do these ghouls react? They're scared, skittish and wildly unpredictable. Dewdrop will overheat and sometimes catch things on fire, Aether makes things float or makes people pass out if they're near him for too long, Cirrus and Cumulus make people short in the breath, Rain can't be near water for too long or else it starts to gravitate near him, Mountain always grows random plants on spores on his body that need to be removed, Swiss can make you feel weak and fatigued if he touches you.

The Cardinal realizes all of these ghouls need help and he's made it his mission to protect them and get them comfortable in the body they're in, after years of rehabilitation it works and they're now mostly functional.

What the Cardinal, now Papa emeritus the fourth, didn't know is that they needed two more new ghouls and in the middle of the night the clergy stole two selected ghouls and began the process all over again.

The fifth Emeritus blames himself all of the time for not being able to protect his ghouls, it set so much progress back for all of them and now he needs to repeat all of the rehabilitation again with every single one of them.

[ultimateissuessimp]

Nik's Magical Masterlist

Welcome lost souls! Somehow you ended up on my blog! I'm so very sorry it's not someone better at writing, but if you're bored and in need of a good laugh or cringe over what I write then feel free to come here and check out what I have in store!

Damn! You could even reqeust something, but ONLY when the light is green, kay? <3

Of course there will be rules, because boundaries are important, remember <3

(Art of the kitty cat made by Dillon Samuelson)

Rules

Characters that I write for:

+Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3)

(Art on the left - remade by someone unkown, original artist also unkown)

!.Feel the sun again - Astarion x Male Reader - 25.05

+Killian Jones (Once Upon A Time)

One shots:

!. Hook's curse - Killian Jones x male reader 20.05

!. Golden days - Killian Jones x male reader - 24.05

!. Heated rivalry - NSFW - Killian Jones x Male Reader -27.05

!. A bit of sun won't hurt - Killian Jones x Male Reader- 31.05

!. I love you in any state - Killian Jones x Male Reader - 03.06

!. Where's my reward? - Killian Jones x Male Reader - 07.06

+Lucifer (Obey Me! Shall We Date?)

(Art of Lucifer on the right middle is the official art from the game!)

One shots:

!. Little lamb, little lamb - Lucifer x gn reader - 20.05

!. It's just hair - Lucifer x platonic male reader - 27.05

+Namor (Black Panther: Wakanda Forever)

!.AT THE MOMENT THIS SHELF IS EMPTY, SORRY :C

+Dream of the Endless (The Sandman)

Story:

!. Lost and Found - Morpheus x male reader (Ended)

+Papa Emeritus IV (From the band Ghost)

!.AT THE MOMENT THIS SHELF IS EMPTY, SORRY :C

+Moon Knight ( Moon Kight)

!.AT THE MOMENT THIS SHELF IS EMPTY, SORRY :C

+Baron Helmut Zemo (CA:CW, FATWS)

One shots:

!. Be okay, be alright - Baron Zemo x Male Reader - 10.06

!. "I love you" is not enough - Baron Zemo x Male Reader - 14.06

!. Rota - Baron Zemo x Male Reader - 17.06

!. Teach me - Baron Zemo x Male Reader - 21.06

!. Treacherous waters - coming out - 24.06

+Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice The Musical)

!.AT THE MOMENT THIS SHELF IS EMPTY, SORRY :C

+The Cat King (Dead Boy Detectives)

!.For me? For you. - The Cat King x GN Reader - 22.05

!. Oel ngati kameie, Nga Yawne Lu Oer (I see you, I love you) - The Cat King x Male Reader - 30.05

↳ Part 2 - The Cat King x Male Reader - 31.05

!. Fleabag and a Dirty Mutt - The Cat King x Dog King!Male Reader - 03.05

[ghostymutt]

Ghosty goes off about Fervid Ghoul time again-

*and other ghost related things

*vaguely hints at lore*

*vaguely hints at lore*

*vaguely hints at l-*

Silly doodles of the Mutt [affectionate] n a WIP for a pagedoll! god, it's humiliating being so obsessed with my own oc-

and last but certainly not least, bc I love you guys, sneak peek at a papa oc concept:

[I am eating him as we speak. yum]

[germhammy]

(Mis)adventures of Little Wednesday - aka Wednesday’s mirror image niece

“Meeting with the Principal” (a/n Kinda long)

The gang was at curbside waiting for their ride. It was supposed to be Mrs. Waialik’s turn but they saw Mrs. Ottinger parking followed by Pugsley and Jane Addams and Wednesday and Enid Addams

Ruthie: why is my mother here?

GomezJr: our mama and papa and Auntie Eenie and Auntie Weenie too

Mrs. Waialiki pulled up to the curb.

Mrs Waialiki: Koda, Tyler just the two of you. The others have a meeting with the principal

Ruthie: why me?

Little Wednesday: probably because you’re always with me. Sorry

Ruthie: nonsense. You’re my best friend Wednesday

In the Principal’s office Alys Rafkon, Dalton Wentworth, Idgie Ottinger, Pugsley & Jane Addams and Wednesday & Enid Addams stood behind the kids.

Principal: Mr Addams, why is your sister and her friend here?

Pugsley: my sister and her wife are here because they are usually the ones to pick my twins up. Also Mr Wentworth’s grudge against my sister is the reason he encourages his son to bully my daughter

Dalton: I do not encourage him!

Wednesday: then how does he know what I did to you in high school and brings it up enough times that Tyler brought up your unfortunate injury the other day when I picked the gang up?

Little Wednesday: -snickering- Dayton also got really nervous when I dressed like you, Auntie Weenie for Halloween!

Alys: enough of this! Why have you called me about my precious little Angel, Aiyon?

Jane: your precious little Angel is nothing but a tag a long bully. Going alone with his friend Dayton when he bullies my daughter Wednesday

Dalton: and why is Idgie here? As far as I know Ruthie is never in trouble. Also why does she always bring that mutt along?

Idgie: excuse me? Ruthie is Wednesday’s best friend and has been a witness to all of your son’s bullying. And her dog is a service animal not some mutt.

Dalton: service animal. Yeah right. And emotional support animal is not a service animal

Idgie: Ruthie suffers from narcolepsy. Not that it’s any of your business. She has raised Jack since he was a puppy. We discovered her was able to sense her attacks. We got him certified so Ruthie could attend school with him.

Principal: why is it, Mr Wentworth, that your child is always so interested in what Wednesday brings for lunch and insists on tasting it? - turning to Jane and Pugsley- I am sorry I have been punishing the wrong culprit. I researched some of the foods Dayton has brought to my attention. I am truly sorry. But some I must question. Like onion sandwiches? Really?

Pugsley: disgusting isn’t it? She gets that from my sister. Nes loves onions as well as extremely hot hot sauce

Wednesday: And your love for tres leches cake is revolting and not in a good way

Enid: Nes, I love you. But Pugsley is right. Tres leches cake is da bomb. And onions are revolting

Alys: why am I here? Why is my precious Angel Aiyon being accused of any wrongdoing?

Little Wednesday: because he’s a spineless lackey following Dayton around like a blind pigeon

Wednesday: mi Diablo, let’s not call people names even though you do seem to be correct

Principal: Ms Addams, let’s not encourage the little ones.

Wednesday: Mrs. Addams. And if I were to be encouraging my niece believe me. The entire town would know. Mr. Wentworth knows quite well what kind of hellion I can be

Dalton: I still haven’t forgotten, Wednesday

Wednesday: Obviously not. As you have raised your little urchin to be a spineless menace as you were. Bullying girls. Not at all a good look. Tell me? Has he learned from his father? How is your wife?

Dalton: just what are you implying?

Enid: Nes. Stop

Jane: so what exactly are you going to do? I, my husband, sister in law and her wife go through a lot of care and effort to make the twins lunches to make them both healthy and enjoyable but Wednesday doesn’t always get to enjoy them. My father in law made food yesterday explicitly for his grandchildren to bring today. And if not for GJ’s insight to ask for extra ‘just in case’ my children would not have had enough to eat.

Dayton: that salsa was gross!

Little Wednesday: it wasn’t salsa. It was zacusca! Made from eggplant and red pepper!

Dayton: of course it was salsa!! You’re Mexican!!

Little Wednesday: It was not salsa. It was not a Mexican food. It was Romanian! My Grandpa and Grandma took a vacation there and just came back! Grandpa made us Romanian food!

Principal: THAT IS ENOUGH!! Mrs Addams

Jane and Wednesday: Yes?

Principal: not you, Ms Addams

Wednesday: I am Mrs. Addams. How many times do I need to correct you? I am married and I prefer to be called Mrs. Addams - Jane snickered-

Principal: as I was saying. Mrs. Addams. Please see to it that you children have nice normal lunches tomorrow and there will be no problems

Wednesday: really? That’s your solution? Did that work when you required us to purchase a lunch pass for Wednesday so she could eat at the cafeteria? No it did not! First of all, the macaroni and cheese you served because I looked it up has artificial coloring because the brand they use is cheaper. My niece shares my allergy to artificial coloring in foods. She was wise to not have eaten it. We do take precautions in our household because of my allergies and hers. I can not imagine what other cheaper foods your cafeteria serves that would harm her. Second. Aiyon and Dayton still bullied her.

Principal: perhaps she should not bring such enticing foods then.

Enid: excuse me? Little Wednesday brought one of her favorite snacks! Chocolate covered crickets! Or My wife made her a salad. Little Wednesday loves salad. And since we didn’t have croutons she fried up Chinicuiles extra crispy for her. I may not share my wife and in law’s taste in foods but I don’t take theirs and throw it away because I don’t like it.

GomezJr: yeah! Tyler had ghost pepper crickets and he didn’t get his taken away and get detention!! He has Chinicuiles all the time in his lunch

Principal: how do you propose we solve this?

Dalton: I want the Addams children expelled and away from my son!

Alys: I agree! I want that devil child away from my precious little Angel

Pugsley: if anyone is to be expelled it’s your ‘precious little Angel’ and his insecure friend who feels the need to feel superior by picking on those he thinks are beneath him.

Alys gasped in disbelief

Little Wednesday: Dayton. I propose we settle this the old fashioned way. A duel. Fencing? Martial arts? Wrestling? Or even a soccer or hockey penalty shot shootout

Jane: I like those ideas, Wednesday. But how about this, Principal. Aiyon and Dayton eat their lunches somewhere other than the cafeteria. And are not allowed in the cafeteria during lunch hour. That way my daughter can enjoy her lunch in peace with her friends

Alys: why can’t it be your demon child not allowed in the cafeteria and not my precious little Angel?

Little Wednesday: -unde her breath to Ruthie- I’m getting mighty tired of her calling Aiyon ‘my precious little Angel’

Ruthie snickered.

Principal: ENOUGH!! All of you out of my office. You are giving me a headache. I will decide what to do later.

[ratsoh-writes]

T,F,Fs,Sf,FsG

Skellie has a best friend who they've known for years who just got out of a messy divorce with their awful partner. Not even a month later Friend starts showing not so subtle intrest in skellie's brother w/ intentions to try to get into a new relationship.

I’m assuming T and F stand for tale and fell

Sans: yea no. He likes his bestie and all, but they’re still very much all emotional after leaving their ex. The last thing they need right now is another relationship. And definitely not with papyrus. He’d be too nice to say no. Sans has a stern talk with bestie the same day they start flirting with paps.

Papyrus: while he can tell sans is rather uncomfortable with besties attention, paps won’t step in unless they keep flirting after sans rebuffs them. His brother is normally pretty good at showing his lack of interest, and papyrus’ best friend is a nice person. He’s not expecting anything crazy to happen

Red: he lowkey likes the idea of his best friend getting with his brother. Edge would be a good partner to them, and he trusts his best friend already, and trusts them to treat edge well. Despite the divorce being recently finalized, red is already gearing up to be the best wingman.

Edge: red??? Red??? Really bestie? You can do so much better. If they must jump into a relationship, edge has many of his old snowdin pals as honorable suggestions instead.

Mal: nope. Bestie is not dating cash. Not just cause of their recent divorce. They just aren’t dating him period. The sheer amount of dirty jokes his brother would say if it worked out is more than mal can bear to think about lol

Cash: he can’t help but feel a slight jealous twinge seeing his best friend flirt with his brother. He’s right here!! It’s just really soon and mal isn’t exactly the comforting type. Friend should work on themself first

Lord: no. Just no. He snaps at friend to knock that sh*t off the second they start making passes at mutt. And it doesn’t help that mutt laughs at the situation.

Mutt: his reaction depends on if he considers his friend worthy enough for lord or not. If so, then all is well and he just acts natural. If not, bestie will get a rather frightening threat from mutt to tone down the sugary words around his big bro. Lord isn’t interested

Wine: oh no dear~ trust him, chasing after coffee won’t work. The taller skeleton has never even been interested in anyone else. It’ll just hurt your self esteem. Let papa wine ruin your ex’s life instead. That’ll make you feel better~

Coffee: he just ignores the whole situation deeming it unimportant. Wine can take care of himself here. And if his brother is actually interested in his best friend.. well that divorce makes a lot more sense now.