#they all look like human squishmallows

[crispyappless]

No offense, but I'm kinda over the new trend of squishy, slightly textured, jelly bean animation style.

[silverspectre51]

Summoning the Boy King

Darkseid was rampaging through Metropolis, Superman was injured, and the Justice League was desperate. As the League hid between fallen skyscrapers, John Constantine prepared a last-ditch effort to save the Earth.

The Hellblazer drew an intricate sigil on the ground; its circular design stretching over six feet in diameter. Most of the symbols within were space-related, while the others were themed to royalty. Batman, one of the few heroes in-the-know, grunted.

"Are you sure this king ghost can help?"

Constantine sighed and pinched his nose.

"He's the High King of the Infinite Realms, Bats, an' he's bloody powerful. He'll stop Darkseid, alright, but what he does afterward is anyone's guess. Believe me, I wouldn't be doin' this if we had a choice."

Batman sighed and glanced at the smoke-filled horizon.

"Alright, get on with it, then. We're running out of time."

Constantine nodded and placed a single offering in the center of the sigil: a squishmallow of Disney's iconic blue alien, Stitch.

"I beg your finest pardon," Batman sputtered, "What on Earth is that?"

Constantine sighed again as he took his position at the edge of the sigil.

"Mate, the book was very specific. Unlike his predecessor, the new king requires a single offering of space or alien theme that is suitable for children. It's bloody strange, but beggars can't be choosers."

Batman just shook his head and looked on. Constantine raised his hands and started the summoning chant. An eerie, green glow spread across the sigil, and light fog gathered above it. Little white orbs floated up from the ground and spiraled together, forming the slowly spinning visage of a spiral galaxy.

"Incredible..." Zatanna gasped, "This summoning is on a level all its own. This king of yours is on the level of Gods."

Finally, something began to form over the small galaxy. Batman's expression quickly softened, much to the surprise of his teammates. It was mere seconds before they understood, as a black blob full of white stars formed into the shape of a boy. The blob had spiky 'bangs' if you could call them that and eerie, glowing green eyes.

The squishmallow floated into the boy's arms and he squeezed it excitedly. At the same time, he took on a far more human form, with pale skin and snowy white hair. His eyes had whites now but still glowed green. He was dressed in black and white, royal attire with green accents, a black crown floating in a green aurora, and a black ring with a green stone. A black cape flowed down his back, its underside looking as if it were cut from a clear night sky.

"Awesome offering, dude! What can I do for ya?"

The voice was a reedy tenor in the throes of puberty, and its owner was more than a little geeky. The boy's smile was infectious, or it would have been were it not for the specific circumstance.

"How old are you?" Batman asked, his tone soft, "We weren't expecting a child."

The boy waved him off like it was nothing.

"No one ever does. And, um... technically I'm fifteen. I know, I don't look it."

Constantine cut in, clearly out of patience.

"Look, this monster Darkseid is destroying our world. We need you to stop him."

The boy turned in the air and took in the destruction around him. Somehow, he seemed to understand the situation immediately.

"Okay, but I gotta get permission first. This'll take a lot of power." He paused, taking a breath, and then yelled in a strange language. "Mom!"

Constantine paled and the other heroes shrank back as a green portal tore into existence. A young woman, barely an adult herself, floated out. She had waist-length blue hair and the same glowing, green eyes. She wore a royal outfit in white and maroon, complete with a glittering, silver tiara studded with rubies.

"What's the matter, Danny? Are you okay?"

Danny nodded.

"Mhmm! These guys need me to take out this Darkseid guy, though. Can I use my full power?"

Constantine snuck a drink from his flask. He did not sign up to deal with the fucking Queen Mother of the Infinite Realms, nor had he known she existed. God, he needed a smoke...

The Queen Mother smiled softly and pressed a kiss to her son's forehead. She spoke whilst taking his new plush.

"Yes, Danny, you may. Let me hold onto this for you so it doesn't get dirty."

Danny nodded and turned away.

"Okay, thanks mom!"

The Queen Mother vanished through and with the portal she had created. Moments later, Danny shot off into the city, with the remaining able-bodied heroes hot on his trail. The young king reached Darkseid rather quickly, engaging him while the Leaguers looked on from cover. Darkseid was foolishly amused.

"A child dares oppose me? Flee, whelp."

Batman tensed as Darkseid unleashed his Omega Effect. Two red beams shot from his eyes, and yet the young king floated firm. Two eerie, green beams shot from his own eyes and, to the shock of everyone, overpowered his foe's. Darkseid shattered into many tiny pieces which then vanished into thin air.

"Man, he really wasn't smart!" Danny grinned, "Who fires a death beam at the king of the dead?"

He received no response, as the heroes were too stunned to speak. Smiling, he saluted the group before tearing open another portal.

"Oh well; villain gone, carry on. Later guys!"

Batman glared at Constantine, but the Brit had already absconded. Heaving a sigh, he resigned himself to this new reality. Darkseid was gone, but there was an incredible new power to worry about.

(Note: My only source of information is DP canon, DP fanon, and the Justice League cartoons from the early '00s. I apologize for any inaccuracies with Batman's or Constantine's behavior.)

[infictionalwonderland]

. . . fred weasley with it girl veela girlfriend (you, bitch!)

babe.

he is your biggest fucking fan

drooling and wide eyes when he even HEARS the click of ur cunty shoes xxx

genuinely stand by the fact he has shirts with ur face on

to him, you’re everything & more

no1 advocate for anything you do

‘yeah, love, you should do that. definitely’

‘mhmm, anything you want darling’

GRRRRRRRR 🐱🐱🐱🐱

eats up every single one of ur cunty fits

you look so damn good babe and he makes sure you know it

‘you’re the most beautiful girl i have ever seen, love. seriously’

‘if you don’t stop smiling like that, im gonna be forced to take you against this fucking wall love’

OOPSIES

HOW DID THAT GET THEERRREEEE

knows the whole school and literally the whole world is obsessed with you and is here for it

(but is also not)

he loves that people know how special you are bc you fckn are

but like

when he sees whores staring at you with gaping mouths and starry eyes he’s like

she’s MINE.

doesn’t enjoy people staring at his girl

10000% the type to wrap his arms around you and pull you back into him, genuinely acting as a shield for the stares

pd(bloody)a!!!

he’s a big big fan

obvs if it makes you uncomfy, he’ll understand and back off! your comfort is his main concern

HOWEVER

if you like it just like he does…

arm wrapped around you waist while you’re walking around

HANDDD HOLDING

he loves cuddling you

ur like his squishmallow 😘😘😘

he really enjoys showing you, all the time, how much you mean to him. how obsessed he is with you. bc he wants you to know

will readily admit to the fact he is very much on ur pink bedazzled leash xxxxx

he’s ur mf bitch ❤️❤️❤️

if ppl try and take the mick out of him for it he literally could not care less

and what???? it’s true

he would kiss the ground you walked on if you asked

if he notices you getting uncomfortable w ppl staring at you, he’s not afraid to confront them (if you want that)

‘yeah, mind looking anywhere bloody else mate?’

‘if you done leering at my girl you wanker, feel free to piss off’

if people happen to not heed his warning, he’s not afraid to fight someone for you

(one time he did and arthur got called in to ‘deal’ with his son—he gave him an approving hug and a chocolate frog)

you & the weasels are like this 🤞

ginny does not resent you bc ur a veela, IN FACCTTTT she actually really looks up to you and admires you, knowing you’re so much more than ur beauty

she’s wants to BE you

(apart from the dating her brother part, gag)

george calls you ‘little legend’ he thinks you’re great for making his brother so starstruck and mushy-goey all the soft things.

genuinely cannot wait for the day you become his sister in law 🤧

after ron got over his creepy little crush, he’s grown to see you as someone he adores (even if he would never admit it) and someone he really feels safe with

you make him feel wanted in his family and actually loved—for that, he loves you more

charlie thinks ur an absolute riot 😭😭

the first time you met you had pulled a prank on the twins, turning their skin lilac and giving them unicorn horns with fuzzy purple fur everywhere (human unicorns)

he’s adored you ever since

bill loves you like a little sister and fleur and you are legit best mates!!!

arthur holds you very dear to him as he sees how good you are for his son and how much of a good individual you are in general

molly was slightly hesitant initially

BUTTT then you knitted her and arthur winter hats for christmas, sent them with a cutesy note and some sweets and she knew she’d love you

(she really, truly does)

#fredweasleyisurseximinion

he wrote that himself xxxx

[kiame-sama]

7ft???? 9ft????

All I can think about is how easy y/n must be to manhandle in bed. They can just toss and turn y/n around.

I wouldn’t mind if Malleus or Leona does it

Warnings: as stated in the ask, somewhat logistics

Most of the monster men are physically stronger than your average Human and can easily move the Human as they please around them. They all could theoretically carry/move the Human with magic if they aren't particularly strong (ie. Ace, Deuce, Cater, Kalim)

Riddle: Has an Arabian Horse half and can carry the Human on his back with ease. Despite being smaller in his Humanoid half than some of the other monster men, he is still as strong as the average horse and can pick the Human up fairly easily.

Trey: 9.2ft of muscle, Trey is a Kelpie with the strength of a draft horse. He can move the Human however he wants and with very little effort. He thinks it is amusing to bring the Human along for his swims in the Heartslabyul lake and can easily carry the Human around/throw the Human.

Leona: He is a Nemean Lion meaning he has a stronger bite force than a typical Lion, is physically stronger and can't be cut to deeply by most blades. If he wants to pick the Human up, he is picking them up. He can easily pick up, move, manipulate, and man-handle the Human as desired. This also means if he wants the Human on their knees with their face in the bed, he will make it happen.

Ruggie: Can literally chew and break bones with his jaws, also can throw other Gnolls around with ease. The Human is no struggle to lift and manipulate as desired. Remind him of his strength, he often forgets the Human is weaker than him.

Jack: can easily carry the human around in his forearms when bipedal and can also carry the Human on his back when running on all fours. Jack has a tendency to throw his weight around- especially in Savanaclaw- and can easily do the same with the Human.

Floyd: makes a game out of carrying the Human around and swinging them back and forth. He thinks it is hilarious and he likes randomly picking up his shrimpy and running off with them. He especially likes a chubbier/squisher shrimpy because they're just so fun to squeeze and carry around like a squishmallow.

Jade: can carry the Human easily and as needed. Is much more gentle than his twin and will not squeeze the Human unless asked to do so.

Azul: not the strongest of the monster men, but his tentacles absolutely do the heavy lifting. Will pick up and wrap up his Human easily with his tentacles, mostly unconsciously until he realizes he has the Human in his grasp. Will be a flustered mess about the rough handling his tentacles do and will actively scold the tentacles that occasionally act based on his subconscious.

Jamil: Can easily carry the Human and wrap them in his coils as he desires. He will occasionally carry the Human off so he can wind himself around them and use their body heat to warm himself up as a substitute for sunning in the mornings.

Rook: Drider man could lift the Human with one arm if he wasn't so worried he would hurt them on accident. A few strands of his silk can also hold the Human aloft for an extended period of time without breaking. Honestly, the Drider wouldn't even notice the added weight if the Human just hopped onto his back and stayed quiet.

Vil: despite looking rather delicate, Vil is a powerful force to be reckoned with. He can fly with triple his own weight added on and can carry off most creatures if he tried hard enough (even some centaurs). He thinks it is absolutely precious how much weaker the Human is compared to him and he would be willing to carry the Human off for snuggles and preening if he feels so inclined.

Epel: His vines aren't for show and he actually does have one hell of a mean right hook, so the Tree Nymph can easily carry the Human around despite his fragile and demure appearance. If he really wanted, he could use vines and trees as proxies and throw the Human should he feel so inclined.

Idia: Tall Shinigami man doesn't like conflict, but would love to pick up and carry the Human around. They are so small and squishy, he just can't help himself but to carry his Hellkitty around with him. Man won't argue or fight to save himself, but he is no less powerful or strong than the others.

Lilia: Lilia used to carry/fly around with Silver before the Cervitaur grew too big for Lilia to reasonably handle. He can fly with the Human, but is considerably slower as he is rather small and less aerodynamic with a passenger. He can reasonably pick up the Human at any time with lottle effort and hold them upsidedown with him as he naps in high-up places.

Silver: Silver already carries the Human around and is technically the chosen Mount for the Human when they are injured. He can easily physically manipulate and handle the Human as needed, even able to pick them up to set them on his back. He is considering getting a saddle made for himself to carry the Human around in comfort.

Sebek: has the strength of a Fae Raiju (Thunder dog) and a regular Raiju (Lightning Crocodile) and is well aware of his own natural ability. He can carry the Human as well as lift the Human with ease.

Malleus: his tail alone is strong enough to pick up the Human and even pick up Silver with ease. Malleus himself has stated it is easier for him to crush a boulder to dust than carefully crack an egg for a meal. The Dragon has immense strength and will use it as desired. If he is especially possessive that day, he will wind his tail around the Human and carry them around like a child would with their prized lovie/stuffy because he can. Any kind of man-handling is easy for the Dragon.

[ivesambrose]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 💋

1. 2. 3.

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Picture 1 (red rose bouquet)

I heard the lines, "I've got a burning desire for you baby." From that Lana Del Rey song.

You look sweet, soft spoken, well mannered, adorable, probably like a squishmallow to them and yet you can pretty much kick someone's ass if needed. You give them a, "looks like a cinnamon roll, could probably kill you." Vibe.

In their eyes your beauty not only lies in your face but also your determination, passion, it's about drive it's about power we go hungry we devour.

You're equal parts free spirited and equal parts razor sharp. Sometimes you just know exactly what to say, when to call someone out and when to be more compassionate.

You come off like an open book but it seems far from the truth, there are parts of you so hidden they crave to know yet can't help but be magnetized by the allure. So if you wish, they'd let you keep your secrets as long as you have an honest heart towards them.

Your magnetism, charm, beauty, loyalty, intuition, sensuality, voice, eye for aesthetics, literally everything is what sets you apart in their eyes. They know nobody can replicate the essence you have they wouldn't care anyway.

Picture 2 (colas with cherry)

Something about you is so eccentric they can't put a finger on it even if it's almost obvious. Your mind, body, face, hair, even your language. Could very well be that you have a cultural difference between them.

"they know so much, they know too way too much. I'm actually turned on."

You likely educate yourself a lot on different topics, different cultures, might be a polyglot too. You may have the most strange yet straightforward take on things, you could literally dip chips in icecream and eat them and honestly, they love it.

They love how weird you are in the best ways possible and they never want you to change.

They also see the side of you that can give really practical advice and be super caring and observant. They also really love the way you put certain outfits together or just your aesthetic in general.

They think of you when the most peculiar thing pops up like, "oh look a fruit bat. You know how likes fruit bats?" "Oh *insert name* would have liked this flower." "They would have loved to visit this place with me!"

If and when they're apart from you they think of how anyone would love to get close to you and honestly they get a little jealous.

Little snippets of you exists in their everyday life and more.

Your outlook, your perspectives, differences, your body language, facial features, feisty spirit, knowledge, assertiveness and "Ya I got this!" Attitude sets you apart in their eyes.

Picture 3 (strawberries dipped in cream)

You know that song by Isabel Rosa "you're so pretty it hurts, baby I'm yours..." That came to my mind.

You've gone through a lot of pain, you likely mask that with humour or channel them into your creativity, you're rather jovial, full of life and idiosyncraticities but underneath that you've gone through deep loss and turmoil. But you haven't let that make you a bitter person.

You're healing and yet you heal anyone you come in touch with. Honestly my chest feels heavy and my throat is tight, they want to hold you and just make you pain vanish.

They see you as being a lot stronger than them emotionally and mentally. They know you wouldn't judge them harshly and that being around you feels perfectly harmonious.

You're irreplaceable.

They're aware sometimes you need your space but regardless they want to be at arms reach for you.

Your faith in yourself and whatever you believe in, your goals big or small, your friendliness, your humanity, playfulness and creativity is what sets you apart in their eyes.

[4ddi3addie2005]

THE NEW CHAPTER IS SO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVGDFCHBVKDSVBKHFBJLSVBJLSSJLVBSLJBVLS🦅🦅🦅🦅💥💥💥💥 GOOD FKN SOUP IM DEVOURING IT RN it might be my fav chapter thus far........It has elements of The horrors tm and scenes that make me kick my feet in delight GODDDDDD🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 AAAAnd as usual I have some new silly doodles that I've got (Sadly I cant draw fast enough to finish my fan art for this chapter BUTIMWORKINGONSMT). I do have the RGB reader designs that I mainly use so that other fans could (maybe....just maybe...) mold their reader/player into whatever they want but I DO have a design that caters to my fav design tropes...

ALSOALSO- I've got a folder righttt 👉here where I'll compile some more sketches (and the animation with the right sync good gracious me-) so that I dont BOMBARD you with 50plus images.

the last "AGAIN"- THE CHAPTER WAS SO SCRUMPTIOSSSSSSS- KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you I'm so glad you love it!! 🦅💥 (Nonsense emojis are becoming a habit I have to stoppp...)

It's so funny you said that cuz I have a Doc called "kicking my feet blushing giggleinf" that I use to jot down the "fluffy" moments when the inspiration worms hit x0

And take your time with the art gurl!! What you've already done is amazing!! The most important thing is that it's fun and engaging for you,, no pressure 🫶

Those RGB designs are a banger btw they have so much personality!! I forgot to mention I loved the color scheme of your animation. I'm a sucker for some super saturated RGB...

OKAY now I'm gonna gush abt your art >:o] I love your insert she's too spunky!! She looks so done w him LOL. Also your style is delightful and fun!! I love your habit of drawing ppl with tired eyes and no mouth. It speaks to me.

The “You look lonely” piece is gorgeous btw :) He’s so shinyyy,, Insert looks tireddd. I know it’s the meme format or whatevah but I would be too.

I hope you don’t mind me sharing screenshots? Just let me know :o) I’m abt to holler abt some sketches.

THESE!! These made me so soft oml. I know in my heart he feels like a Squishmallow or whatever those fat chibi stuffed animals are.

DRIP KINITO 🔥🔥🔥 I giggled. Also baseball Kinito is canon now. To me. I just KNOW he picks up random human sports and tries his darndest to play them with only two people. (Reader cheering him on and also looking thoroughly depressed is so real LMAO)

I think that's all I have in my heart for now... TY for this plethora of art you went above and beyond <3

BTW I’m gonna provide a pic of the players here for easy viewing cuz they’re cool as freak 💯🐊

EDIT: I am so glad!! You love my fic!! I heart U!!

[obey-me-disaster]

Hello! I have an obey me request for the brothers if you don’t mind. I was wondering if you could write some head cannons for the brothers with an Mc who loves collecting plushies and has a bed full of them. Thank you, and I love your work!

I literally sleep with plushies every night, so I can relate to this request a lot 😭

Demon brothers x gn!MC

MC who collects plushies

Lucifer

Does he think it's childish? A bit. But some of his brothers have them so he doesn't judge. He will just look at you and think 'oh great, another one'. As he gets close to you he does think it makes you cuter.

As along as you keep your room tidy and not leave them everywhere he won't say shit, no matter how many of them you're getting. Chances are he bought some for you since you like them so much.

You aren't allowed to bring them into his room tho <\3. Or at least that's what he says, there is one hidden stuffed toy hidden in his room by you for when you come over.

Seems like the type to tuck them in your blanket with you if he walks in on you sleeping. Giving them a little pat while kissing you on your forehead.

Mammon

A good part of your plushies are won or bought by him. It begun when he won a plushie for you at a claw machine in order to show off and saw how happy you were.

Would rather die than admit it but he gets jealous if you cuddle with the plushies instead of him when he stays over in your room. Good thing he doesn't have to admit cause it's obvious by the way he acts.

Bought matching plushies for the two of you. He cuddles with his whenever you are in the human world.

Leviathan

Any and all anime inspired plushies are from him. He has quite a few plushies in his anime and video game and shared some of them with you.

He even made some plushies for you since he is good at sewing. Have a favourite character? New plushie. You like some cute creature from a video game/anime? A plushie that looks identical to it, is waiting in your room.

This is actually canon but it fits too well with the ask not to say it. He made plushies of everyone and out them in a claw machine. And when MC got the plushie of him they got a special prize too.

Back to headcanons, he 100% made plushies of the two of you but was too embarrassed to give them to you. You found them by accident during a gaming night.

Satan

He usually uses pillows to make himself comfortable when reading, but if MC were to give him any plushie he would 100% use them. Especially those soft squishmallows, he considers them both cute and useful.

No plushies allowed in his room for the most part. He doesn't have anything against them...he just sneaks in cats(and other animals sometimes) in his room so he doesn't want to risk then destroying anything of yours. But when he brings in a cat that he knows won't tear any stuffed toy apart? He is encouraging you to bring your collection. Cute animals cuddling with your plushies is win-win for both of you. He will clean any hairs left on them

He is also quite fond of the moments you two are reading something, snuggled up in your bed full of plushies, especially if you fall asleep. Tho are some of the moments he can feel how the wrath melts away.

Asmodeus

Finds them so cute and insists of taking photos with all of them. If you're up to it, he totally drags into your pile of plushies to take photos and cuddle.

He probably has a ton of photos of you cuddling a plushie. Both in your room and in his.

Speaking of his room, he has his own collection of plushies from his fans. You are free to take whatever plushie you desire the most. He will also give you any plushies that resemble him for 'when you miss him'.

One of the demons to go to when you need a plushie to be fixed. Or if you want a new outfit for one of them. He would be more than happy to do it for you. He also sprays them with one of his perfumes as a final touch.

Beelzebub

He is used to it from Belphegor. He treats all of your plushies respectfully and handles them with care. Tho make sure the ones that look like food aren't up at the front.

If he has to carry you into your room when you fall asleep in other parts of the house he makes sure to put a few of them in your arms to cuddle with.

He took a few of them into his room so when you spent the night you would have them close by. After the brothers found that out they started doing the same.

Also, if you were to gift him a plushie he would carry it around everywhere(he actually did that in canon with a doll made for him by Belphie)

Belphegor

So does he. He has a bunch of pillows and plushies to cuddle with whenever you or Beel aren't available. His collection is bigger than yours, but that is to be expected since he has been collecting them for hundreds of years.

Often steals plushies from you cause they have your scent. On the same note, he sometimes leaves some of his in your room so they can get your scent.

One of the people in HOL who can fix plushies for you in case they get a tear. He also made a plushie or two for you, that includes plushies that look like him and his brothers.

[tate-langdons-wife]

First date with Cas headcanons!

- when Cas kisses you for the first time, there's a lighting strike

-all the power on the block goes out

-so when you kiss him again, the entire city goes out of power

"That good, huh?"

-you took him to five below and he got a bee squishmallow

"Y/N, look. It's squishy."

-you took him to the park to watch the sunset

"The sky is beautiful tonight."

*Cas glances at you*

"So are you, Y/N."

-when it got cold, he gave you his trenchcoat as a blanket

*you shiver*

*Cas takes off his trenchcoat and drapes it over you*

"Dean told me this is what humans do to be kind to others. I believe he called it "chivalry."

"Aww. Thanks, Cas."

-he also called you honey for the first time

*you spaced out for a second*

"Honey, are you okay?"

*silence*

"Did I upset you? Sam said it was a form of endearment-"

*you kiss him again*

*streetlight pops*

-he likes picking out your outfits

-his favorite is a black cropped t shirt with a black flower patterned skirt

"Cas, I've already worn that this week."

"Then wash it."

-he likes giving you random stuff

"Y/N, I thought you would like this."

*it's a Coke bottle cap*

"Thanks, Cas."

*adds it to the jar of bottle caps*

-one time you found him reading an.... interesting book

"Y/N, what is a moan?"

*you look at the book cover*

*it's Fifty Shades of Gray*

"Cas, where did you get that?"

"Dean gave it to me."

"...Of course he did."

Hope you guys liked it! I tried 😂

[dsireland86]

The 11th Day of Christmas:

Christmas Day

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Christmas Morning with your guy:

Noah: Sleeping in, morning cuddles and kisses, cups of peppermint tea, and only a handful of small, personal gifts. Noah only wants it to be about you, so when you hand him his gifts, at first he just stares at them, but then looks at you with a lopsided grin and slowly starts to open them.

Nicholas: Up bright and early, made you both a fresh pot of coffee, and has your spot on the couch already ready for you complete with a big comfy blanket, pillows and about five new Squishmallows. You squeal, just like a little kid on Christmas, and dive into the big pile of softness, pulling Nick down with you.

Matt: Groans the moment you shake him and wake him, mumbling something about it being too early when really it's eleven in the morning. You practically have to drag him down the stairs, listening to him gripe about having to do this, but the moment he watches you open your gifts, all his moodiness fades away especially when you curl up into his lap, thanking him with soft, slow kisses.

Jolly: Keeps the house dark enough for the Christmas lights to shine bright while he watches you open your gifts. Frank Sinatra plays softly in the background as he slides down onto the floor and sits you between his legs so he can feel your excitement. He smiles into your neck, placing soft little kisses all over as you open his last gift that takes your breath away.

Folio: Agrees with you not to get each other gifts this year, but instead do something together instead. Folio chooses a week-long stay for you both at Universal Studios and the Harry Potter world. For him, you choose to go with him to Florida, on his bike, for the fishing trip he'd booked earlier in the year after telling him no numerous times. He throws you over his shoulder and hauls you upstairs to the bedroom where you stay until dinner with his family that night. 

[surrogate-fawn]

Im a fan of #7.

Nesting (Werewolf AU)

Prompt: "The baby feels so low" [Also inspired by @hush-writes-preg's "Spooky Season Day #3" prompt. He can consider this an early birthday gift as well!]

Characters: Fawn, Newt/Asher - Pre-Polly Relationship ((Newt is owned by @mittysins, and Asher is owned by @killer-orca-cosplay.))

Context: This takes place in a modern world where werewolves are common amidst human society. Fawn is a packless Beta who is about to give birth to her ex-mate's pup. Newt, an Omega, and Asher, an Alpha, are a mated pair who took Fawn into their home -- despite the fact they're expecting a pup of their own in a few months. The three have formed a close friendship, though Fawn still feels like an outsider. After all, she was human only a year ago.

Disclaimer: This fic contains lore for my, Mitty's, and Orca's werewolf AU -- be forewarned there will be worldbuilding mixed in with the kink stuff. If story-heavy kink is your kind of thing -- like it is for us three -- enjoy!

TW: A/B/O dynamics, but within the context of a werewolf society; mentions of past abuse, werewolf-related birth troubles.

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Smoky whisps of incense scented the room with lavender. The shades were drawn over the windows to block the fading sun. Golden fairy lights twinkled in the gossamer curtains woven through the support beams of the nesting tent, the only dots of light in the dark room.

The nylon pop-up tent was specially designed for those who were nesting. It clung to the baseboard and covered the entire bed in a snug, arched shelter. It could be zipped or unzipped in sections to create windows and doors as needed, or it could be shut tight for total privacy. The interior of the tent was stuffed full of jumbo-sized Squishmallow plushies, three oversized duvet covers, and one very pregnant werewolf.

"How you doing, Mama?" the mop-haired Alpha sitting bedside asked.

Fawn's pointed ear flicked in the direction of his voice in acknowledgement before she opened her eyes. She lay curled around a giant fox pillow, the soft material supporting her belly as she lay dozing in the tent. She had opened a section of the tent by the headboard so she could leave the nest if she wanted, but at the moment she didn't feel safe anywhere else.

"I've been better," she said, her voice lagging with fatigue.

A dewy layer of sweat clung to her whole body. Her clothing was shed to the bedroom floor, save for a black tank top and pair of boyshorts. The air around her was temperate, but her body burned with a mild fever. Her muscles felt heavy and useless, tired from months of carrying her pregnancy whilst fighting the tremors of rejection sickness. The worst of it had passed over time; but here she was, still feeling the effects of breaking her pair bond almost ten months later.

Oh, and being in labor for the last nine hours was not helping the situation.

The soft click of the door handle caught their attention. The pair of cryptids lifted their heads to look as it opened, the hallway light reflecting green in the mirrors of their eyes.

Newt's familiar scent -- much stronger than his mate's -- overpowered the lavender as he entered the room. Fawn's sinuses tingled with the spicy-sweet aroma of his smell, comparable to sassafras, that indicated his pregnancy as much as the grapefruit-sized swell of his lower belly. Fawn still struggled to describe the scents that were new to her.

The Omega approached her nest and held out the glass of tap water he'd been sent to fetch. Fawn craned her neck and lapped from it, her mouth too parched to obey her command. Her tongue was longer than it had once been, able to bring water to her throat as easily as any straw. She didn't pause to wrap her lips around the edge of the glass until her thirst was mostly quenched.

"Jeez, don't drown," Newt chuckled as Fawn took the drink from his hand.

Asher, the Alpha, got up from his seat and offered it to his mate with a nod of his head.

Fawn gulped down the last of the water and came up panting for air. "Don't tell me what to do," she retorted with a tired, playful grin.

"Don't tell her what to do, babe," Asher said, unable to disguise the smirk on his face as he set the empty glass on the bedside table.

The three shared a brief, quiet laugh.

Fawn's eyelids drifted closed as the room settled back into silence. She shimmied herself deeper into her pile of softness, falling easily into a twilight sleep; at least, for a few more minutes.

A huff of air left Fawn's nose a split second before her brow creased in discomfort. "Ash, start it," she said, curling tighter around her pillow.

"Yes, ma'am." Asher fumbled to unlock his phone and started the timer on his stopwatch app. "Started."

Fawn filled her lungs with air with one long breath and released it as a drawn-out exhale. The contraction coiled itself around her hips and squeezed, growing tighter by the second. The pain grew like a stinging vine around her belly, her ribs, her back, even wrapping around her upper thighs.

With a low groan, Fawn rolled herself onto her back. Her legs fell open at a wider angle than normal -- a sign her hips were loosening in preparation for her large pup to come through. She continued her ritual of slow, deliberate breathing as the contraction continued to climb to its dreaded peak.

Newt leaned into the opening in the tent, enough for him to run a gentle hand over the clammy skin of Fawn's arm. He didn't say anything, but his touch brought her a sense of ease. Even knowing that Asher was in the room, even if she couldn't see him, made her feel better. They'd only known each other a month, but she couldn't imagine surviving labor without them.

Fawn flashed her fangs in a snarl as the contraction reached its apex, the part she dreaded each time. "Ugh!" she growled through her teeth, her head pressed back into the pillow.

Newt's eyes widened when Fawn hooked her hands beneath her knees, drawing her legs up on either side of her belly. "Are you pushing already?"

"She's what?!" Asher gasped in alarm, his face appearing over his mate's shoulder.

"No!" Fawn growled, hardly able to breathe enough to speak. "My legs are about to fuckin' dislocate!"

She could feel the pup pressing its way out, prying open the flesh of her cervix as her womb squeezed it down. The pressure sent stabbing waves of agony between her legs. Her birth canal opened a little more with each millimeter the pup dropped, and now it was putting unbearable pressure on the ball-socket joints of her pelvis.

Fawn grunted in relief as the contraction ebbed. She released her legs, draping them wide apart over her plushies. Thankfully, Newt and Asher's guest bed was queen-sized and allowed her plenty of space to spread out.

"It's done," she announced, so Asher could stop the timer.

"Ooh, getting close," Asher said. "That one was thirty-eight seconds."

Even that short burst of work sent drops of sweat rolling down Fawn's sides. She pulled her tank top over the curve of her belly and tucked the fabric under her swollen breasts. She caressed the sore underside of her bump in long, soothing circles. The skin around her womb was pulled smooth as glass from the weight of the pup inside. She could feel where its surface was gouged by deep, purple stretch marks. Her pup wriggled impatiently beneath her hands, as if able to sense her touch through the thinness of the skin.

"Call me crazy," she said, "but I'm hoping this baby takes its time. It might rip me apart if it tries to break the speed record."

Asher checked the recorded times in his phone. "You'll be fine, it doesn't look like they're in a hurry," he said. "Just stay relaxed and the pup will keep working its way down."

Fawn gave a thumbs-up. "Copy that, Sarge."

"So, guys, are we taking bets?" Newt asked, resting his upper torso inside the tent.

Fawn tilted her head to peer up at him from inside the canyon of her pillow plushie. "On what?"

"Boy or girl," Newt grinned. He propped his chin up on his hand and beamed down at the redheaded wolf woman. "Should we take bets?"

"You boys can if you want," Fawn said.

"Just you versus me, babe," Asher chuckled from somewhere else in the room. "Fawn already knows, that would be cheating."

"No, I don't," Fawn said, quiet and matter-of-fact. She turned her eyes to the little golden lights twinkling over her head. "I didn't know if a doctor would make me contact my mate, so I never went to one."

At the mention of him, the mating scar at the nape of Fawn's neck became hot. She grimaced, able to feel each small wound his teeth had left when he'd inflicted her with the curse of the wolves. It wasn't as strong of a reaction anymore; the pain had at one point been overwhelming.

When she'd taken that first step out of the apartment with the intention to never come back, the mark had burned so intensely she thought she could smell her flesh searing. She was lucky Todd hadn't been home, because he'd no doubt felt the same sensation on the back of his neck -- where he had forced her to mark him as her mate as well. Had he been home, Fawn wouldn't have made it out of the building before he'd realized what she was doing.

"Besides," Fawn added, "I have no idea if I should go to a doctor or a vet now." Her freckled face paled, and she looked back up at Newt. "Shit, is that offensive?"

Newt laughed and leaned in to rub his cheek against her forehead. "Nah."

Fawn smiled as he brushed against her, leaving a bit of his spicy-sweet scent on her skin. She was still adjusting to perceiving the world through scent as much as sight and touch, but she grew more comfortable with it each time the pair scented her. Scent was transforming into language the more she utilized it. Maybe she wasn't sure how to communicate with it, yet; but there was something about it she was starting to understand.

"We'll show you the ropes once you're over the rejection sickness," Asher said, leaning against the nightstand so he could peer into the nest. "So . . . this guy didn't explain any of our lifestyle to you?"

Fawn shook her head. "Not anything us hum-," she paused, pressing her lips into a thin line. "Not anything humans don't already know. Transformation and full moon stuff, basically. He had me sell my silver jewelry before he'd even kiss me. I didn't know werewolves were that sensitive to it."

The boys shared a concerned look.

"Um," Asher cleared his throat, "we aren't. Silver allergies are rare as hell. A few poor bastards had a fatal reaction hundreds of years ago, and humans assumed it was a rule for all of us."

"Good old stereotyping," Newt said.

The lines in Fawn's brow deepened. "That piece of dogshit," she muttered under her breath. "I sold my grandma's pendant for him!"

Goddammit! Why hadn't she thought twice about Todd suddenly needing to "borrow" that money?! Her mating scar throbbed, seeping heat like an open wound where their pair bond had once been. A fresh sweat dampened her brow.

Newt brushed a few stray curls from Fawn's eyes and tucked them behind the point of her ear. "Fuck him. He's a dick."

"Yeah, fuck him," Asher agreed with a frown. His ear twitched as his scowl deepened, knocking his glasses askew. "Alphas are supposed to protect our mates, not take advantage of them."

There was a brief pause. Asher took off his glasses, cleaned them on his shirt, and added: "For what it's worth, Fawn . . . I'm sorry on his behalf."

"Me, too," Newt nodded. "Not as an Alpha, but as a wolf."

Fawn sighed and draped an arm over her eyes. "Thank you for that, boys. It helps . . . at least a little."

She felt like the world's biggest idiot.

When they'd met, she'd been seduced by Todd's hyper-masculine physique and charmed by his overly protective "doting". How special she'd felt, having an Alpha werewolf want her -- an average human woman -- as his mate. In hindsight, being an average human woman was exactly what made him want her. Easy prey.

How quickly she'd regretted her decision to let Todd put her in a mating press. After she'd endured the weeks it took for her anatomy to shift into that of his kind, Todd had convinced her they needed to breed as soon as possible. He wanted a large pack, as many pups as she could give him. It didn't take her long to realize they were the only reason he'd claimed her. Days after leaving him, she'd detected the strange smell of sassafras on her skin -- though she wouldn't know what that meant for two months.

The rejection sickness had masked any symptoms of a pregnancy. The effects were like that of withdrawal: fevers high enough to cause delirium, tremors, nausea, and full-body aches. She'd spent endless days and nights confined to the bed of a sleazy motel room. What carried her through was the knowledge that Todd was feeling just as shitty as she was. Yet, in her darkest moments, Fawn considered going back to him just to make it stop.

Then, her world changed when a fellow wolf woman at the drugstore offered congratulations based on her scent. This prompted her to buy a pregnancy test, and the thought of going back never crossed her mind again.

"Fellas?" Fawn asked, still blindfolding herself with her forearm. "Is a large pack, like . . . a status symbol for y'all or something?"

Asher shrugged. "Not as much as it used to be," he said. "It used to be a big deal in the past, like before we had the treaty with humans. That was because our packs needed the numbers for defense. But now? Not as much."

"Except maybe for those freakishly traditional families," Newt chimed in.

"Mmm," Fawn hummed in acknowledgement. She placed her other hand on the upper swell of her belly and gave it a thoughtful rub. "Well, this baby is mine. I'm not giving birth for the sake of some insecure asshole. This is my baby."

"Damn right it is," Newt grinned, his blue eyes glittering in the low light.

After a few seconds of silence, Fawn's limp-hanging hand curled into a fist. "Mmm, Ash . . . " Her voice trailed off into a chesty groan.

Newt looked over at his mate. "Ash, start it."

Asher pulled out his phone with a nod. "Starting."

Newt massaged Fawn's shoulder as she once again pulled back her legs. The pressure in her hips was immense, and the contraction was heaving the baby down with unholy force. Fawn pulled harder on her knees until she felt her pelvis widen, the bones drifting apart like tectonic plates.

"Breathe, Fawn," Newt gently reminded. "You're holding it."

Fawn hissed out her breath like a deflating tire. "God, it's coming down," she groaned. She shut her eyes and whined as the pup pressed harder against her cervix.

"Change position," Asher offered, bending down to see inside the nest. "Let gravity help you out."

Fawn released a high-pitched whimper. "My hips . . . my hips hurt."

"Here, hold on." Newt reached around Fawn and pulled out another of her oversized Squishmallows from the pile. He left his chair and climbed onto the bed, crawling through the opening of the tent with the plushie in-hand. "Sit up, love."

Fawn reluctantly let her legs fall. Her bones were lead. With Newt's help, she got to her knees and straddled herself atop the large pillow plushie so her hips could remain open.

"There, that's better!" Asher said, sitting on the edge of the mattress. His phone screen reflected in his lenses, revealing the contraction had lasted twenty seconds already.

Fawn bent forward onto all-fours, rhythmically dipping her hips into the pillow as the pain climbed higher than it had before. The Omega at her side dug the heel of his hand into her lower back, allowing Fawn to rock back against the counter-pressure. Her deep breathing wavered, each inhale growing shallower until the wolf woman was full-on panting.

"Calm down, you're doing fine," Newt lulled, ghosting his claws over her spine. "Deep breaths, like you were doing."

Sweat appeared in shining beads on Fawn's reddened face, dampening the frizzy curls around her temples. "I can't," she gasped. All four limbs trembled, fatigued muscles giving up the last of their strength. "I can't . . . I need to lie down."

Fawn sank chest-first into the fox plushie, arms unable to support her weight. Her tongue dipped in and out of her mouth as she failed to control of her breathing. Her fingers sank into the duvet, claws tearing holes in the fabric.

The end of the tent unzipped, creating an arch-shaped door that Asher climbed in through. While Newt continued to knead Fawn's back, Asher laid himself beside her.

"Hey, Mama, look at me," he crooned, his face appearing in the corner of her vision. When her hazel eyes met his, he said: "You are owning this! There's no need to get freaked out. You're too tough for labor to beat. Take a deep breath for us, alright?"

Fawn wet her lips and maintained eye contact with the Alpha while she drew in a big breath.

"Good!" Asher smiled, patting her shoulder. "Now let it out and make the next one even deeper. Show that pain who's boss!"

She obeyed, but mid-inhale she choked on air. With a canid yowl, Fawn pressed herself against the Alpha's body. Her hips ground against the pillow, as if it would cushion the force of her pelvis being forced apart.

"Ugh, gravity's helping too much!" Fawn moaned into Asher's shirt. "This pup is about to fall outta me!"

"That's a good thing!" Asher encouraged, draping his arm over her and motioning for his mate to lie down beside them. "You're making progress. The pup will be here before you know it!"

Fawn's hips finally settled as the contraction eased off, but she still felt unable to move. Her pelvis sat wide open, and the hefty weight of the pup was sinking deep inside it -- even without the contraction.

“Augh, fuck,” she moaned, the sound rumbling in her chest. “Fuck . . . the baby feels low. It feels so fucking low!"

"Ash?" Newt asked as he rearranged the pillows to better support the three of them. "Are you still timing?"

Asher caressed Fawn's thigh as she shifted to support her upper body against the mountain of Squishmallows Newt had piled up. Newt reclined on his side beside her, flashing her a bright smile -- his fangs always hung over his lower lip when he smiled.

"No, I think we're just feeling it out now," Asher said. He'd left his phone charging on the nightstand, just in case they needed it. "I think we're 'reaching a checkpoint' as it were."

Newt rolled his eyes. "Gamers."

Fawn snuggled into the pillow mountain, trying in vain to get comfortable. It wasn't as dramatic as what they showed on television, but Fawn knew exactly what the hot rush of fluid was as it soaked the pillow between her legs.

"Umm, hey . . ." She nudged the pillow aside, revealing ribbons of cloudy water running down her inner thighs. "I think it's time to lose the shorts."

Asher pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "And checkpoint reached!"

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For five hours, no one left that tent. The room grew darker as the evening gave way to the early morning hours of pre-dawn. The boys stayed at either side of the laboring wolf woman, holding her steady in positions that allowed her pup to ease down with gravity.

Between contractions, the three werewolves lay side-by-side in tranquil silence. The sweat on Fawn's brow would dry, her feverish body would cool, but the warmth of two other bodies prevented the chills from returning. That quiet peace would be broken when Fawn vocalized during a new contraction, signaling the boys to sit her up and widen her stance.

Fawn was growing restless, wanting to switch positions several times during every contraction: squatting against the headboard, kneeling against one guy or the other, or falling into a half-squat in a pile of her plush pillows. The longer the night wore on, the more fidgety the laboring mother became.

At around four in the morning, as the trio rested together beneath the fairy lights, Fawn suddenly spoke:

"Is the cradle ready?"

"Hmm?" Asher sat up and readjusted his glasses.

"Is the cradle ready?" Fawn repeated. There was a glint of urgency in her eyes, although her tone was soft and even.

The fold-out mesh bassinet was visible from inside the nest, placed against the opposite wall. The pup's first outfit was already laid out atop the blanket lining the mattress -- a cotton quilt with embroidered rubber duckies that Newt had donated from the stash he was buying for his own pup.

After a quick glance, Asher responded: "Yep, it's ready and waiting."

"Can you grab some extra blankets or something?" Fawn pleaded. She gradually drew her legs up until her heels touched the underside of her thighs. "Just anything that's soft."

Newt sat himself up and gave his mate a knowing look. "Babe? You think this is that 'final nesting' the baby books talked about?"

Asher's eyes widened. "Oh, crap. It might be."

"What?" Fawn asked. She suddenly realized she couldn't remember what either of the boys had just said -- she wasn't fully aware of what was going on around her. It was so, so hard to focus on anything other than the pounding pressure that had come to rest in the curve of her tailbone.

The mated pair gave each other a nod.

"Ash and I have been reading books about pups like crazy this month," Newt explained in a lighthearted tone. "'Final nesting' is just what your brain does right before the pup is ready to come out."

Asher grabbed the corner of the topmost duvet and rolled it towards them until it became a padded cushion. He carefully slid it beneath Fawn and said: "Yep, it's an instinct. Got to make sure the pup has a safe place to land, you know."

Now it was Fawn's turn to go wide-eyed. "Wait . . . wait, is it happening?" she gasped, her head shooting up off the pillows.

"Maybe," Newt said. "You'll know if it is." He placed a pillow over his torso to protect his belly and scooted behind Fawn to support her into a squat.

"And if it isn't, then we'll just wait some more," Asher concluded. "Don't try to bear down if you don't need to."

Fawn nodded, gulping down the dryness in her throat. She had no idea what to expect with the next contraction. If the monstrous pressure she was feeling hadn't triggered her body to push by then . . . oh, God above, what was about to happen to her?

"I don't . . . don't know if I'm ready for this," she muttered.

Newt leaned in and rubbed his cheek against the side of her neck. "You're as ready as you'll ever be," he said. He intertwined his clawed fingers with her own.

Fawn didn't feel the next contraction as pain, only as a familiar tightness wrapping around her womb. All other sensation was snuffed out . . . massacred . . . left bleeding in the streets! . . . by the wicked downward thrust of her pup moving through her effaced cervix. There was nothing holding that baby in her womb any longer, and it was not waiting another minute to leave.

"Oh, my God!" she screamed -- out of fear more so than pain. Her hips jerked back, trying to escape the demonic pressure burning inside.

Newt squeezed her hands -- his claws never marking her skin. "You feel it?"

"Yes!" Fawn cried, her body shuddering under the hellish urge to push.

"Go with it," Asher encouraged, placing his hand on her knee. "Let's meet your pup."

Fawn held her breath and gave a shallow, hesitant first push. She wasn't sure if she was using the correct muscles, but it felt . . . how could she describe it? . . . it felt like she was doing something. A few seconds of strain later, she let up with a sharp yelp. Yes, she'd been doing it right. That slight nudge had sent the pup rushing forward.

"It's moving . . ." was all she had time to say before her body demanded she continue her efforts -- and double them!

Those few millimeters of progress kicked her urge to push into overdrive. Fawn braced her weight against Newt, put chin to chest, and bore down with every ounce of force she could. The crown of the head pressed deeper against her innermost walls with a fiery, thorny tug. The sensation of her baby moving through her after so many passive hours of labor was startling -- yet beyond rewarding.

Had her eyes been open to see, Fawn would have observed Asher's tender smile as he watched primal focus harden her features.

"Just like that, Mama," Asher praised, again stroking her thigh. "Don't hold back, give it your all!"

Sweat trailed down her flushed skin. Unable to hold the push any longer, Fawn emptied her lungs with a harsh grunt.

"It's already hurting me," she growled through closed fangs. Her voice strained as, for just a few horrible seconds, she resisted the urge to push. "Goddamn, this is gonna suck!"

Newt laid his chin on Fawn's shoulder as she sank into another deep push. "Whatever you feel, don't fight it," he offered evenly. "Your body knows what it's doing, Fawn. Listen to what it's telling you to do."

Fawn's ears pressed back against her head as her hips dipped lower to the duvet. She felt a small trickle of fluid drip from her labia, but the flow stopped as soon as she stopped pushing. A groan escaped the back of her throat as the contraction eased off and she was able to relax.

"That was great," Newt praised, unlacing their fingers and letting Fawn have her hands back. "You got the hang of it right off the bat."

Fawn sighed and balled the duvet beneath them in her claws. Her chest rose and fell quickly, and her pulse hammered in her neck. Any sense of physical comfort was gone now, even between contractions. She knew there would be no peace for her until this pup was out and in her arms . . . but God only knew when that would happen. God only knew if that would happen! The pup was barely inside her birth canal and Fawn was already terrified that it was going to get stuck.

"What if . . . what if I can't get it out?" she panted. Her lower back was screaming, so she shifted her hips forward. It didn't help. "What do we do if I can't get it out?!"

"Hey, hey, don't think like that," Newt helped Fawn recline a bit further against him. He steadied her in his arms, his hands gently massaging the curves where her belly met her ribcage. "There's no doubt in our minds that you can do this!"

"And I'm down here if you need a little extra help," Asher said. He carefully took Fawn's leg and draped it over his lap, helping to open her hips now that she was in a more reclined position. "We won't let anything happen to you or your pup, Fawn. That's a promise."

"You're safe here," Newt said in a low, soothing tone. He continued to apply soft pressure to her sides and back, kneading over her sore body as if smoothing out a delicate fabric.

Fawn never doubted for a second that she was in loving hands. She dreaded to think where she would be right now if the pair hadn't opened their home to her. Without their kindness, chances were that she'd be delivering her baby in a motel bathroom or on top of a cot in a homeless shelter. These two had given her the ultimate gift: a warm, safe place to give birth. She owed her pup's life to them.

"I know," Fawn said, snuggling down further into the nest. "I don't want to be anywhere else right now."

Newt bent down and pressed a kiss to Fawn's hairline. "Keep listening to your body. Don't rush what it's trying to do."

Fawn nodded, puffing out a breath as she felt the next contraction roll up from her back to her belly. "Okay . . . let's go."

She took in a slow lungful of air, waited for the contraction to build in strength, and pushed.

Her loosened joints spread easily for the pup's skull as it squeezed its way down her passage. It became an endless pattern: Fawn would push, the head would squeeze down, and her pelvic bones would spread over its shape as it passed beneath them. She could feel the rhythm of the changes.

Push. Squeeze. Spread.

Rest.

Push. Squeeze. Spread. Spread.

Rest.

Push. Squeeze. Spread. Spread. Spre-OW!

OW! OW! Oh, fuck! Now it was so too big! Her hips were filled to the maximum, her canal stretched wide around a huge pair of shoulders as they slipped from her womb. She could feel her labia bulging from between her legs -- and oh, God, they ached! There was nothing but a layer of her skin holding the pup in, and it felt like a bubble of gum about to burst!

But she couldn't stop pushing. Not now, not when everything was raw and stretched and open and hurting so goddamn bad! Fawn curled her toes into the mattress and wailed as she threw herself harder into pushing. Her voice grew louder as she felt the inflamed skin between her legs starting to open.

"Good job, Mama! Here it comes!" Asher cried, his voice raised to be heard over Fawn's roar of effort.

Asher had his eyes glued to the pale, wet sac pressing out of Fawn each time her body strained. He'd read in their books that it was common for werewolf pups to be born with their membranes wrapped around them. That was fine, he just had to be prepared to remove it.

A tiny spurt of fluid leaked out from around the sac as the head began to stretch the skin of the perineum. The pup's size seemed to be keeping most of its sac unruptured, the fluid too pressurized to leave the birth canal. Asher furrowed his brow but said nothing.

Of course, Newt took notice of his mate's unease. He swallowed the unease in his chest, and scented Fawn's hair with his cheek again in the hopes it would distract her.

"Ash sees the head," he crooned. "Keep going, you're pushing like a pro!"

With renewed vigor, Fawn gave into her body's needs. Asher waited until a few centimeters of the solid white membrane stretched open Fawn's lips, then he placed his index finger against the bulging sac to gauge how much fluid was inside. He felt the semi-solid squish of the pup's head just beneath the film, but his finger pad felt the swish of water when he pressed down. That wasn't a very good sign, but Asher still felt confident that he could handle it.

"I'm going to help you out a little, okay?" Asher told Fawn, cupping his hand over the crowning pup. "Focus on pushing, and I'll help you open up. I'll go slow."

Newt once again sensed Asher's unease and made it his mission to protect Fawn from sensing it, too. "Pup's almost out, Fawn," he said as he gave her shoulders a brief hug. "It'll be out quicker with Ash helping you. Just take a deep breath and let yourself stretch."

"I'm trying," Fawn whimpered. "I'm trying."

As Fawn bore down against the pup, Asher ran his fingers against the sides of her lips. He nudged her skin open bit by bit around the sac, watching as it stretched from a small oval to a wide circle over the course of several minutes. Asher cringed as he saw the skin of her labia discolor from a raw red to an almost beet purple with the width of the head.

Fawn, meanwhile, had fallen completely taciturn. Aside from wolfish growls and whimpers, she made no efforts to express her pain verbally. Her focus had shifted solely to bearing through the ordeal, working with her body to bring it to a swift end.

"Keep going, we're almost there!" Asher cheered. He had his hands positioned at the apex of her inner thighs, supporting the tight skin as Fawn pushed the head to its widest point.

Fawn shuddered and let her head fall back on Newt's chest. Her mind was a mess of black static as the pup's shoulders ground against her pubic bone. She arched her spine as the pup ceased to move for one heart-stopping moment. Then, in a sudden lurch, the sac-covered head popped free into Asher's waiting hands.

"Awesome! Awesome, Fawn!" Newt cheered, peering over her shoulder as much as he could. He could see the white membrane resting in his mate's palm. "Babe, you got it?"

Asher nodded. "I've got it, don't worry."

Without drawing attention to it, Asher took the claw of his thumb and carefully -- oh-so-carefully -- punctured the membrane at the base of where he felt the pup's neck should be. A quiet sploosh filled the nesting tent as amniotic fluid rushed over Asher's hands. He hooked his claw inside the tear and slowly peeled the sac over the pup's head.

There wasn't much hair on the pup's head -- unusual, though not uncommon -- but that wasn't what Asher was looking for. He craned his neck at a painful angle until he could catch a glimpse of the pup's face. When he saw it, he paled. The features were predictably swollen, but the puffy lips were hanging open and dripping a thick yellowish mucus. Asher thanked the stars above that he and his partner had read up about whelping -- for he was able to recognize the tell-tale symptom of waterlogged lungs.

The mates locked eyes with each other and nothing else needed to be said or done. They both understood.

"This is it, love," Newt said, leaning in to help Fawn hold her legs apart. "This next contraction is going to be the one."

Fawn's jaw gaped like a suffocating fish, but finally her voice obeyed her command: "Is my baby okay?"

Oh, hell. She must've smelled the pheromones of their stress. Newt had been hoping she wouldn't understood what the scent of fear was, yet.

Newt smiled at her and brushed her sweat-plastered hair away from her eyes. "They're fine, they just need some extra help."

"When you push, I'll give them a little tug," Asher said. "It's going to hurt, but it'll be over before you know it."

Fawn squeezed her eyes shut. "Can't hurt any worse than this," she mumbled. "Just do it."

The boys were expecting the horrific scream Fawn released when Asher began guiding out the first shoulder, but it still made their sensitive ears ring.

"You're so strong, Fawn!" Newt said into her ear. He felt her legs trying to close against the pain, and he had to pause to pull them back apart. "I know it hurts, but you're handling it so well! We're so proud of you!"

Asher kept his focus locked on delivering the pup as fast and as safe as possible. One hand supported the pup's body while the other pulled down on the emerging shoulder.

"Come on, little guy," Asher muttered under his breath. "Come on, you can do it."

With an audible pop of Fawn's hip joints -- and another yowl from the wolf woman herself -- the pup's first shoulder slipped free. Asher wasted zero time in hooking his thumb under the tiny arm and continuing his steady, gentle tug.

A rather disgusting squelch accompanied the pup as it slid onto the duvet. The remains of the membrane bunched around its feet as Asher scooped it into his hands. The body was grey and limp, and all three heartbeats stalled.

"What's wrong?!" Fawn cried. "What's wrong with it?!" She reached for her baby on instinct, but Newt held her back.

"It's okay!" he said, adjusting himself to block her veiw of Asher and the baby. "It's okay, I swear! Asher's taking care of it."

Newt stroked her sweaty face with the back of his hand, doing anything he could think of to soothe her. It didn't stop the tears from flooding the exhausted mother's eyes.

Behind his mate's back, Asher brought the pup's face to his lips. His mouth easily covered the nose and mouth of the newborn, and he gently sucked the sour-tasting fluid out of its airway. Asher spit the gunk into his sleeve and repeated the action, rubbing his thumb against the baby's chest as he did.

It was a process that lasted less than twenty seconds, but to all three werewolves it felt like eternity. But eternity ended when the pup sucked in a deep, squeaking breath. The sound of its first cry was shrill, but to the trio it sounded like singing.

Asher couldn't help but start crying as the little body he'd resurrected wiggled to life in his hands. "Here he is!" he said, voice wavering with joyful tears.

Newt sat back immediately, allowing Fawn to see the baby alive and well in Asher's arms.

"Here's our boy!" Asher announced, laying the crying baby over his mother's heart.

Through the haze of her tears, Fawn looked over every detail of her little boy. She saw the layer of damp fuzz covering his skin, the points on his pink, folded-over ears, and the coating of protective skin over his miniscule claws. She thanked whatever power was out there for that last detail, because such tiny needles would've been horrible to feel coming out.

"Sweetheart," she told the baby, wrapping her arms around him, "don't make a habit outta scaring me like that."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Is he already nursing again?" Newt asked as he placed the glass of water on the nightstand.

"He eats like a horse," Fawn chuckled, adjusting the nursing pillow under her baby. Jacob was the name she had settled on.

The sun was coming up now, filling her bedroom with a soft white light. Asher was on the floor, disassembling the nesting tent. It would be taken out again in a few months for Newt to use, but the Alpha was determined to Tetris the pieces correctly into their box.

Jacob was an aggressive nurser. Three hours old and this was his third time demanding his mother's milk. Newt and Asher insisted such an appetite was normal for a larger werewolf pup, but Fawn wasn't too thrilled to learn she was going to get even less sleep than she anticipated with a new baby.

Fawn quickly drained the glass of water. She wasn't sure if she would ever feel not-thirsty again. "So, Newt," she said, "I didn't scare you into wanting a C-section, did I?"

"Nah, not at all." Newt laid down on the bed beside Fawn, propping himself against the Squishmallow pile. "If you could get him out, I'm pretty sure I'll be okay."

Newt pet the thin strands of hair on Jacob's head. The newborn swiped a clumsy, mitten-covered fist over his head with a teeny-tiny growl. All three adults stopped and stared.

"Was that him?!" Asher asked from the floor.

"Yeah . . ." Newt said, withdrawing his hand. "He's very protective of his food."

Asher almost fell over laughing. "That's Alpha behavior if I've ever seen it!"

"How do you guys even determine that stuff?" Fawn asked. "Is it a sex thing?"

"Eh, a bit," Newt shrugged, "but it's also a personality thing." He tickled the folded tip of Jacob's soft ear, and got the same response as before.

"Ow!" Fawn jerked as her son bit down on her breast. "Stop annoying him, or I'm biting you, too!"

"Sorry," Newt chuckled.

"I can't thank you boys enough for this," Fawn said. "This werewolf shit is all sorts of weird for me, and . . . now I know for certain that Jacob wouldn't have been alright if you weren't with me."

"That's what packs do," Asher said, re-folding a segment of nylon tarp. "We look out for each other."

"Do we even . . . " Fawn stopped herself mid-sentence and looked away.

Newt grinned and touched his forehead to Fawn's temple. "I don't know. What do you think?"

Fawn grinned in return and rubbed her cheek against his hair, leaving her scent on his skin.

[spoiled-milk]

making out w/ volks, cashew, and logan

a/n: ok so i wrote volks and cashews for part like 3 months ago then got possessed then wrote logans part so i wouldn’t have to study the central nervous system. enjoy ur crumbs blush blush fandom

content warning: some slight nsfw but nothing like crazy explicit me thinks. not proofread or revised (will do so later 🫡)

word count: ~600 words

volks is possessive of you. he's a little jealous of others who get to be around you, but he just wants you all to himself so how could you blame him when he tears you away from the large crowd and into a small supply closet at the club you were at. you feel him place harsh kisses on your neck as you wrap your arms around him. his hands roam your body as he continues to litter your neck in hickeys and soft bites. he unbuttons your top slightly as he continues to bite at your skin. after several bite marks on your chest, he moves for your lips. unlike the bites volks has left on your body, his kisses on your lips are gentle and soft. he wants to do nothing but envelope himself in everything that has to do with you. your scent, your saliva, your pheromones, all of it. he may not be part wolf anymore, but he still has that primitive animalistic side of him that wants nothing more than to keep you all to himself with the marks to prove it.

cashew is inexperienced, but a very quick learner. the only experience he has was through reading romance and smut novels at the local library. things started off with him reading a passage out of his book to you, but then things started to escalate when you kiss him. it started off gentle until he puts his book away and uses his hands to cup the back of your head instead. cashew has never been in that many relationships and he's not sure if he's doing things right, but judging by the way you bunch up his shirt in your hands, he has a feeling that he's probably doing something correct. he runs his fingers through your hair as you move to straddle his lap. he lets you take charge as you run your hands under his shirt. cashew can feel his blood run boiling hot as you continue to lock lips with him. you peek through your eyelashes and see that cashew's face is entirely red as you slip his jacket off so that he's left in his white t-shirt.

it’s no secret that logan is a big guy. big man with big muscles who could probably crush you with no effort whatsoever. logan is careful with how he handles you, scared that he’ll accidentally hurt you. he knows that he won’t but when he looks at you, he essentially sees you as a human sized squishmallow. coming back from a long evening shift, he sees you slumped on the couch asleep. he certainly feels bad for making you stay up late waiting for him when he was forced was asked to pick up a shift, but the sight that blesses him at this very moment makes everything worth it to him. the sun’s rays slightly illuminate your facial features and makes you look like an angel. he feels his heart race as he reaches you. he effortlessly lifts you from the couch and moves you into his bedroom. you stir in his arms and he can see the drowsiness in your eyes. “good morning sleepyhead. i hope i didn’t keep you waiting all night for me.” you shake your head at logan’s words. “not really. just tired after doing work ‘n whatnot.” logan sets you down into his bed and he joins you after taking off his work clothes. he pulls you into his arms as he plants a soft kiss on your temple then your lips. you can’t help but pull him in for a longer passionate kiss after that. the smell of hickory and cedar fill your nostrils as you continue to kiss him. the two of you separate for air and logan plants a kiss on your forehead and ushers you to go back to sleep. you comply and he cradles you in his arms and he eventually succumbs to sleep

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

More MC headcanons since you all enjoyed the last one😌

My MC actually thinks Angels are too prideful and brings them down when they push too far.

My MC was not afraid of the demon brothers and actually found them attractive (not their outfits)

My MC has a sister that is in her au so she backs off from Barb and Solomon.

My MC often times goes braless/commando because she feels more comfortable that way.

My MC teaches the brothers about the human world stuff especially superhero movies since she's a nerd.

My MC calls certain characters pretty boy cause she thinks they look pretty for a man.

My MC loves adrenaline rush things such as roller coasters and fair rides.

My MC is a huge Halloween and horror fan and makes sure all brothers participate in this holiday.

My MC does not take care of herself properly sometimes not eating for a full day (beel does not like this).

My MC sometimes enjoys books but not fully so whenever she does Satan is happy to help by giving her his room to read.

My MC is heavily into soft things so her bed is covered in squishmallow's and blankets. (Belphie loves sleeping in her bed)

My MC is easily jealous and makes it known by being a bitch.

When my MC is mad she goes silent and all the brothers get scared from this since she is usually talkative and rambles.

My MC loves certain anime and will watch them with Levi. (When they get in fights it doesn't end well)

My MC wears glasses and is blind as shit without them. (Mammon takes advantage of this)

My MC has really bad periods and hides in her room in severe pain in bed. (Lucifer often times has to dismiss her missing RAD classes due to this)

My MC has a soft spot for the brothers and will always baby them subconsciously.

My MC gets heavily irritated when people talk bad about the brothers.

My MC once almost attacked the witch named Maddi on the street because of what she has done. (She heavily hates her)

My MC loves sour candies and is glad none of the brothers do so she can have them all. (Besides beel)

My MC is Mexican so she has issues with body hair and will try and get rid of it constantly despite the brothers saying they don't mind it.

My MC is not the brightest but is actually very smart in RAD classes.

My MC doesn't know how to cook very well but can bake extremely well.

My MC sometimes prefers to be alone and casts a spell on her door to lock the brothers out.

[catgrassplantdad]

tagged by @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @kiinard @sgtmickeyslaughter @deedala

@energievie for this week's weekly tag wednesday! thanks cuties 🖤

name: jessie

age: 34

location: my living room. listening to my cat breathe loudly in her sleep lol

top sheet, yes or no? yes! i've never had a problem with them, like i don't get tangled in them or kick them down by my feet. but i also sleep like a corpse, so.

how many stuffed animals do you own? one! a platypus squishmallow

the names of your pets (and the explanations behind them): my cat has a human old lady name. because that is what she looks like to me. she actually started with a different name that sounds vaguely like it could be related to her current name, but in the first two years of her life i couldn't stop calling her this name so i decided to just stick with it full time.

favourite color: some days i prefer orange over green, some days it's the other way around.

any tattoos? yeah, i have ten.

how you transport your belongings (purse, tote, hands, pockets, etc.): a black leather backpack or just my pockets.

the last movie you watched: aliens

how long does it take you to get ready in the morning? i give myself a lot of time to get ready in the morning before work because i need to sit and have my coffee and my breakfast and sometimes write a little and just. take my time. exist. so like an hour a half. the actual process of getting showered and dressed is like 20-30 minutes.

favourite weather: either 55 and sunny or 80 and sunny. but also sometimes rain is really nice.

relationship status: i'm super married!

ice cream flavor of choice: mint chocolate chip, usually!

first fandom: ah, kind of spartacus? but really supernatural

how many books have you read this year? big ol' goose egg :( i've started a few but haven't finished any and i feel super shitty about it

first 4 words of your last notes app entry: "gift ideas for greg" lolololol

and finally, if you had to change your URL tomorrow, what would you change it to? maybe i'd go back to metalheadmickey but i really feel comfortable and at home with catgrassplantdad

tagging @howlinchickhowl @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatwouldmickeydo @gardenerian @rereadanon

@crossmydna @mmmichyyy @ardent-fox @softmick @thisdivorce

@sickness-health-all-that-shit @suzy-queued @too-schoolforcool if you feel like playing!

[skullsnbruises]

Fake fic titles INCOMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Drown me ink

You can't change what's been carved in your soul

Pull my frown upside down

Cursed are the one's that twist the tale

Reflections

A bunch of amazing titles but I picked the one that gave me the most angsty feels LOL

[Ao3 Link]

Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @data-expunged-0 @da3dm

You Can’t Change What’s Been Carved in Your Soul

[752 words] [angst, self hatred]

Wilbur is a giant.

Overprotective and loud and overbearing.

He knew he hurt Tommy that way, being too much at all times. And yet he could never part from the little human, too close to him now to separate their bond. They were like brothers, it would kill Wilbur to leave like that.

But his claws were too sharp and he was afraid to hold Tommy. And his voice boomed and he was too afraid to talk to Tommy. And his steps echoed infinitely and he was too afraid to walk to Tommy.

It was all too much to bear.

He wanted to tear his soul out of this giant body, it’s dumb and fumbly steps, it’s piercing high voice, it’s sharp claws, and especially it’s urge to swallow Tommy whole.

It was only once Wilbur had brought up the instinct to Tommy, and the human curled up in disgust. The thought of being covered in saliva and in such a cacophony of sound inside someone’s organ was gross to him, where it was intimate love to Wilbur. It broke him.

He couldn’t take away that he was a giant, no matter how soft and human he acted. He’d always be the monster he was born as.

Wilbur hated himself. So much.

“Wil,” the human nagged at him.

“What child?”

“Oi!” Tommy huffed, “…You’re actin’ all weird. It’s not like you to be so quiet. What’s up?”

Wilbur had been found out, “Oh, nothing.”

“It’s not fucking nothing. You’re miserable, Wilbur.”

He bit his nails which had been torn down to the skin, “I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.”

“Wilbur!” Tommy shouted now, “Tell me. Now.”

He hesitated, “I… I feel awful,” he regret saying it immediately, seeing Tommy’s expression turn to a frown.

The human stepped forward to him, and placed a hand on Wilbur’s arm, rubbing comfortingly, “Tell me about it, Wil.”

It made his mind shut down, suddenly he was sobbing loudly, and probably hurting Tommy’s ears again, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Woah- it’s okay big man! It’s okay, what’s wrong?”

“I hurt you, it’s all I do-“

“Hold the fuck on,” Tommy stopped him, “That’s what you’ve been fuckin’ doing. Fuck, Wilbur you’re not hurting me! You’ve never hurt me. If it’s about the damn volume it’s fine, man, I just poke fun at you cause we’re like that.”

“B-but,” Wilbur sniffed, “You cringed at the… when I-“ he couldn’t get out the words. He wanted to explain how deeply close he wanted Tommy to be, literally and metaphorically. He wanted to hold Tommy inside him, cuddling him in the most extreme way possible. That’s how much he loved his brother.

“Woah-“ Tommy was in Wilbur’s hands. Oh fuck. Wilbur couldn’t help himself. He looked delicious, and so upset all because of him.

His instincts cried, ringing louder than they had ever in Wilbur’s ears, piercing and bloody.

Surely this could explain without words, they cooed.

So, without letting himself think too hard, he shoveled Tommy into his mouth, tears streaming.

The human panicked, struggling against a tongue that was intrusively licking stripes along his body now. Teeth clicked firmly behind him, and his vision went dark.

Tommy briefly recalled a previous conversation and felt weak as he squeaked out, “Am I safe?”

A positive hum responded to him, vibrating against his body weirdly. Tommy laughed under his breath at the sensation and felt a wave of relief wash over him.

“Okay. I still say this is kinda gross. But whatever.”

The appendage squished Tommy between a wet hug, pressing rough into his body. He sighed and let into the embrace, wrapping his arms back around the tongue. A deep humming- no, purring, now filled the slobbery room.

Tommy let his body glide down, meeting the back of Wilbur’s throat. It looked like a tight squeeze, but Tommy thankfully wasn’t claustrophobic.

A few swallows and the embrace of the esophagus drug Tommy’s body down. He could feel Wilbur’s hand slowly tracing over the small bump that was the human.

Eventually the squish was over and Tommy slipped into an open area. The storage was roomy enough, at least for one person, and Tommy felt fairly comfortable. It was very warm, and the air might be a bit sticky, but Wilbur’s purring wouldn’t cease, so the human could cope.

If Wilbur was happy, so was Tommy.

And Wilbur never felt happier.

Maybe he couldn’t change himself, but he could learn to love the way he was.

[lou-struck]

Apple Bobbing? Please...

Eijirou Kirishima x reader

Flufftober Day 6: Bobbing for Apples

Wc: 1.6k

~ While at your neighborhood Halloween carnival, Eijirou enters an apple bobbing competition in hopes of winning you a very special prize. 

The callouses on Eijirou Kirishima’s hand feel like home as the two of you walk hand-in-hand through your neighborhood Halloween carnival. Thanks to last night’s heavy rainstorm, a few fallen leaves stick to the dark pavement. Little kids leave through the crowd, their colorful puffy jackets bundled snuggly around them, making them look like colorful little-legged marshmallows. 

The carnival looks like so much fun. There are rows of booths, rides, and vendors as far as the eye can see. But your boyfriend is trying hard to hide his disappointment. Originally, he had tried to get you two tickets to Pumpkin Land, the coolest Halloween amusement park event ever. But it was so popular and completely sold out of tickets at the beginning of the season. Even with all of his pro-hero connections and agencies standing, he still wasn’t able to get his hands on any.

“Mmmm, I smell Turkey Legs.” The Sturdy Hero hums into your ear playfully. He’s doing his best to just forget about Pumpkin Land, keeping a positive attitude about the whole thing.

“Of course, that’s the first thing you notice.” you giggle, wondering how he was able to smell anything over the overwhelming scent of freshly popped kettle corn from the stall off in the distance.

“What can I say? I love meat.” he grins, flashing you a mouth full of his pointy shark-like teeth. His signature red hair is covered by the black hood of his sweatshirt, and the cold air makes his cheek look a tad pink, but he still looks as handsome as ever. 

“So, what should we do first?” you ask eagerly, looking at the rows of booths and rides. “Food, rides, or games?”

“His blood-red eyes sparkle in excitement as he looks at you. “Hmmm, I think we should start with something sweet.”

“Oh, like funnel cakes?” you say, glancing hungrily at a passing food truck advertising its fall-themed funnel cakes. One is made with a pumpkin spice batter with a caramel drizzle, and the other is shaped to look like a human brain and sprinkled with a strawberry powdered sugar. “That place looks cool. The brain may be a bit unappetizing, but it’s kinda fun since it is so close to Halloween.”

“Those do look pretty epic, but I have something else in mind.” he chuckles, his grip on your hand making it easy to spin you around. You gasp in surprise as you are now chest-to-chest with the Hero. He looks down at you sweetly, his eyes begging for a kiss before the words leave his tongue. “May I?”

“Please.” you smile, his chivalry never failing to make your heart race. That one little word spurred his lips to press to yours tenderly. His embrace momentarily wipes the thoughts of haunted ring tosses and Zombie-brained funnel cakes from your mind.

“Tasty, this was just what I was craving,” he says lowly, pulling away. 

“So, you don’t want to get food anymore?” you tease, tilting your head to the side quizzically. At that moment, a group of teenagers walk past you with arms full of carnival food. The intoxicating smells make Kirishima’s stomach rumble as it wafts under his nose. 

“N-no, I’m still hungry.”

~

It’s been a few hours of fun. Your bellies are full of greasy, slightly spooky-themed carnival food, and now, thanks to Kiri’s domination at the strongman carnival game, so are your arms. You hold your brand new Jack Skellington Squishmallow closer to your chest as Kiri guides you effortlessly through the crowd of people that only seems to get thicker as you head towards the heart of the carnival. 

You pretend to not notice the spring in his step as he does so. Because in Eijirou’s mind, there is nothing manlier than being there for the person you love.

“That’s weird,” he mutters, his boots coming to a stop on the pavement. “There’s something going on at the stage.”

“Like a concert?” you ask, getting up on your toes to try and see over the evergrowing crowd of people. 

“Maybe, let’s go check it out, stay close. I’ll bulldoze a way to the front,” he says confidently. He would never hurt an innocent civilian, but his years of training as a hero, as well as his sturdy frame, gives him quite the edge when it comes to navigating swarms of people. You nod and link your arm around his much burlier one. His strong muscles make it hard to get the perfect grip, but you know that he would never let you get separated from him. 

When you are ready, he begins to move. His strides are confident as he makes his way past the crowd. On the stage is an old man wearing a tall orange velvet top hat; his hair seems to glow in under the stage lights thanks to some kind of quirk. 

There are Thirty or so large metal Tubs behind him. Event workers are filling each one with water. As the water level gets higher and higher, you start to notice glimmering red dots floating on the surface. 

“What are those red things?” you ask, leaning into Eijirou’s frame. Just as the announcer begins to speak into the mic.

“Apples,” he says in a loud whisper, not wanting to interrupt the man.

“Apples?” you whisper back confusedly, only to be cut off by the squeaking of the microphone. 

“Thank you to everyone who has come out tonight.” the man says cheerfully, speaking into a microphone. “It is now time for our Annual Apple Bobbing Competition; if there is anyone who wishes to compete, please make your way towards the stage.”

“That looks like fun.” you tease, nudging your boyfriend slightly, “Do you want to compete?”

“Nah, bobbing for apples doesn’t sound like my thing.” he shrugs with a smile. “Besides, that water is probably freezing.”

“True, but it would still be fun to watch.” You say as he nods eagerly. Volunteers begin to make their way up to the stage, not minding the cold water.

“And if you are new and apprehensive about joining our competition,” the announcer says. “the winner of this year’s competition will win two VIP tickets to “Pumpkin Land.”

“D-did he just says Pumpkin Land?” Kirishima breathes. Taking an eager step toward the stage. 

“I think he did,” you murmur. “But you just said you didn’t want to get wet.”

“I know what I said, but I gotta win this for us,” he says, puffing out his chest bravely. He rushes up to the stage before you have time to object. And you step up for a closer look. 

“Oh, it looks like we have one more competitor .” The man says, noticing Kirishima taking his place on the stage. How could he not? Your boyfriend is easily head and shoulders taller than the rest of the competition. But everyone knows that size doesn’t quite equate to apple-bobbing ability. 

You watch as Eijirou and the rest of the competitors kneel in front of the buckets and listen to the announcer explain the rules.

The competition will run for two minutes and in that time. Competitors with their hands behind their backs, we’ll have to dump their heads into the bucket of water and pull out as many apples as they can with their mouths. When the time is up, whatever competitor has removed the most apples will win the competition and the tickets.

You notice a few people murmuring in the crowd, 

One person points to Kirishima, who, after removing his sweatshirt, looks much more noticeable. “hey, that red hair, you don’t think that’s…” 

“no, I don’t think so…” another replies. “What would Red Riot be doing here?” 

You want to roll your eyes; heroes have every right to live their lives as normal people do, even if it means entering a stupid apple-bobbing competition. But their voices are drowned out by the sound of the competition starting. 

Right away, your boyfriend punches himself headfirst into the vat of water. He’s fearless. And he is one of the first to emerge with an apple in his mouth. The fruit looks skewered upon his sharp shark-like teeth. Which proves to be a problem. 

He tries to let go of the Apple, but it stays firmly in his mouth. As much as he shakes his head, it does not budge, and he’s falling behind.

“oh no, it looks like we may have an early elimination.” The old announcer says, looking at your boyfriend with concern.

There is a look of determination and your boyfriend’s crimson eyes, and he begins to bite down on the apple, his sharp teeth efficiently cutting it in half, and it drops to the side of the bucket. This new game plan surprises the crowd, and strangely enough, Kirishima, who stares down at the split apple in wonder before diving straight back into the bucket to grab more apples.

Dunk

Chomp

Dunk 

Chomp

Dunk

Chomp.

He’s unstoppable, and even before the timer sounds, signaling the end of the competition, his bucket is completely emptied. He throws his arms in the air in victory as the other competitors come to a stop. 

“Well, want that amazing, folks?” the announcer declares, racing upwards to try and grab Kirishima’s hand to shake. “Young man, I have been doing this for years, and I have never seen someone bobb quite like ya. Congratulations on winning the competition.” 

Your boyfriend’s smile is blinding as he shakes some water droplets off his hair. “Thank you, sir; it was a pleasure to compete.” His eyes find yours as he receives his winning envelope of tickets. “There is someone very special to me who really deserves these tickets."

"Oh my." the man laughs handing him a towel. "Would this be a date?"

He smiles at you knowingly, "Absolutely."

[snonkerdoodlefizzy221b]

ok so guys. i love the matrix. i love it so much that i am going to make some headcanons for it (slight spoilers for 3 films below because i haven't watched resurrections):

mouse got his...codename? nickname? chat i nearly said callsign fuck me don't trust me because he literally. would. not. stop. talking. about. cheese. ever.

switch: "dude it's literally not real"

mouse, sobbing in the corner: "it was real to me"

ok well he wouldn't actually do that i think but they definitely ribbed him about it and he maintained that cheese is amazing despite the fact that he would never get to taste it in the real world.

i haven't watched the movie in a hot minute so i can't remember if it was mentioned in canon or not but i hc that morpheus was really reluctant to let tank and dozer join his crew because he'd known them for a pretty long time (not all their lives because he was freed from the matrix but they were homegrown) and didn't want them to get hurt. he'd seen the sentinels and the horrors within the matrix and especially outside and didn't want to endanger them like that, either mentally or physically. (especially the mental part tho because they were naive in a way? in that they were very eager to join the forces and help fight and were slightly ignorant of all the dangers that lurked. morpheus wanted them to stay in zion because if they stayed there they'd keep thinking [at least on some level] that the world was their oyster and that they'd be safe. their worldview would be completely turned upside down and tarnished if they joined up. tank and dozer wanted to do everything they could to help)

and when they got to the nebachu--ok listen it's like 4am and i can't spell that so we'll just call it the nebb. so when they got to the nebb they realized that morpheus was right about everything he'd warned them of. but they stuck around. they stuck around because they were true soldiers.

very few things survived the wars. but some people locked their shit into these like super cool techy impenetrable boxes or something that were later recovered by various ships and taken with the humans to zion. they contained things like photo albums, diaries, articles of clothing, and a lot of other things that really helped them piece together what humanity was like before the wars. there was also a ton of oral storytelling that got transcribed and placed into records of zion so that the humans didn't lose their humanity. they tried to keep whatever shreds they could but they couldn't keep all of it, so they combined it with the new stuff to make a new culture

switch and apoc are definitely close with each other somehow. platonic? sure. fucking? sure. romance? sure. whatever u want. but they are definitely two peas in a pod. (i need to rewatch dang)

what if trinity was like a music student or a journalism person before she was unplugged? i feel like whatever her main interest was during her plugged-in time was something that she missed very dearly upon getting freed. yes she was free and she knew the truth and could make her own decisions but the thing was that even though all that had happened she couldn't help but miss what she had while in the matrix. morpheus told her it was okay to mourn what she had lost and to take whatever time she needed, but to be careful to not let that feeling turn bitter. (because bitterness drives you to abandon the cause, as we saw with cypher)

neo likes strawberry ice cream and when he was little he cuddled with this squishmallow-esque stuffy. it was really squishy and plushy and sometimes he misses it.

cypher took way too much time, missed his old life too much, and abandoned the cause.

agent smith had thoughts that differed from the other agents' and what the matrix aimed to achieve ever since he was created. the ai put them apart to do his job but then looking at humans and everything more closely he reconsidered

mouse often daydreamed about fast food. one time on a mission he actually managed to order some mcdonald's fries at the drive thru and dumped the whole container into his mouth while running from agents. like picture this doofus running down the street, guns blazing, with his mouth stuff full of fries. morpheus was extremely scared when he did that for obvious reasons and explicitly banned food on all future trips.

the place that neo eats his noodles at often serves them with runny yolk (think poached or soft boiled eggs) on top and that's why he loved them so much6