#wolfie’s scribbles

[pastlivesxpastlie]

Short, self indulgent sexy tenderness with boyfriend!vessel

vessel x f!reader

Vessel sucked in his bottom lip and bit it with a soft whimper. There you were, his new girlfriend, standing in the doorway of his bedroom in what you said was “something special.” An emerald satin-y bralette with matching cheeky panties. He feels practically glued to the bed as you approach. The way you gingerly walk over is a stark contrast to how sexy you look. Vessel likes that about you. He loves that about you. How you toe the line between precious and devastatingly sexy. His eyes rake up and down your body as reaches out, beckoning you to sit in his lap. He helps you to straddle him as he bends his legs to support your plush butt. He holds your hands out a little to look at you…take you in.

“Oooh. Let me look at you. My new…little…toy.”

Your little giggle and blush…the way you try to hide your face…god he just loves you. He wouldn’t say that just yet. No. It’s too soon. But when he feels your warmth and looks into your eyes…shit. He’s so whipped. He’d do anything for you. In fact, even if you changed your mind about being intimate tonight, he’d still relish in what you did get to do. But the way your hips instinctively rolled against his lap when his fingers trailed up your arms told him that you were up for…mm…who knows. He lets his fingers trail over your collarbones but stops before trailing down your breasts.

“I wonder…if my new toy….makes noise.” His fingers down to your back before squeezing your love handles playfully and tickling you. Oh your laugh is angelic. Even if you think it’s too loud. Too weird. Finally he stops his assault and composes himself. “Can I keep touching you?”

You nod and bite your lip as his hands smooth down your chest. You’re impossibly soft. How could such a precious girl want to be with a tortured guy like him? He pushes that thought aside quickly when your back arches and you sigh as he uses his fingertips to trace the hem of your bralette. He’s in heaven. His face lights up as the pads of his fingers move across your nipples.

“Look at that…” he sighs as your nipples harden under his touch and rub against the fabric. “Just from me touching you. Hm? Happy in lap? Being touched…appraised?”

“Hehehe…Veeessss,” you giggle and moan a little when lightly pinches your buds.

He chuckles right back and takes advantage of your giddiness by pulling one of your straps down, but he also makes sure to watch your body language. Your reactions. When your bralette is pulled all the way down, your breath catches.

“They’re not really…”

Oh he has no time for this. He won’t listen to you say anything bad about your body…not when he strains against his jeans at the mere sight of your neck when your hair is up. Or when you hold a glass just so. He shuts you up with a kiss…which turns into slow wet kisses down your neck and chest.

Vessel sits up more to bring you closer, pressing his face into your cleavage. He groans softly as his hands knead and massage you. He’s done asking…done asking for permission to make you feel good. Vessel lets his tongue ghost over your nipple until he can’t stand it and takes it in his mouth. He almost purrs when your hand goes into his hair…keeping him there as switches between licks and gentle sucks. He needs you impossibly close.

[tenderleavesbob]

Warriors was calm. Everything was fine. He was calm. He would assess the situation and make a plan. Everyone was unharmed. He was calm.

“What do you mean, we can’t get out?” Even his voice was calm. He stood straight, shoulders back, and his voice and face was calm. Yet Time’s head still snapped up from where he was examining Legend’s new ring along with Legend, Sky, and Four. No one else reacted. Wild was poking the odd magic shield from the outside, while Twilight poked it from the inside. Hyrule was keeping Wind from putting the ring on himself.

“It’s a shield,” Legend grumbled. He didn’t look up from the ring glowing in his palm. “Nothing gets in, nothing gets out. It doesn’t make sense, though. It should shield the person with the ring, not someone else.”

Twilight smacked the shield. Nothing happened. He didn’t look perturbed by it. He looked exasperated by Wild poking at it with a spear but that was it. Twilight was calm. Just like Warriors was calm.

Time didn’t look calm. Time stepped away from Legend and the ring and rested his hand against the clear shield. Warriors’s shoulders tensed but he didn’t flinch. Everything was fine.

“Captain,” Time said. Something in his voice made several of the others look up. Warriors didn’t look at them. It was hard to look away from Time’s hand on the shield, marking in the air where the shield caged them. “Captain. Are you all right?”

Not Twilight. Just Warriors. Something was slipping. Warriors smiled. “Of course. What did Legend mean, though? That we can’t get out?”

Legend stood up. Time’s hand didn’t move on the shield. “It’s just until I figure this out. Wars, are you --”

Trapped. Trapped in a clear cage. No doors, no exits. 

Could the air run out in here? There was plenty of room, but Warriors felt his chest tighten, anyway, like something was constricting his lungs. 

Twilight was looking away from Wild now. Everyone was moving now. It was hard to look away from Time’s hand. “Time,” he said. Calmly. “I want out.”

A muscle jumped in Time’s jaw, but the other man didn’t change his expression. “I know, Captain,” he said. “We’re working on it. We’ll have you out soon.”

Someone else was saying something. Warriors didn’t catch the words. “I want out now,” Warriors clarified. Perhaps he hadn’t been clear enough.

Wind was tugging at Time’s arm. He looked worried. Time didn’t look away from Warriors. “Soon, Captain. I promise. Twilight, can you do me a favor?”

Legend had turned back to his ring. He and the others were talking, voices high and excited. It was hard to make out their words. Twilight was closer, moving so close that Warriors could feel his body heat. The air was starting to feel stuffy, but Warriors still felt cold. “What can I do, Time?”

He sounded worried, too. There was no need for anyone to be worried. Everything was fine. Everything would be better once Warriors was free again.

“Transform into Wolfie,” Time said evenly. “Captain, I don’t know what’s going to happen when we break the shield, but there might be bright lights and magic. I need for you to stay close to Wolfie and keep your eyes shut. Twilight, stay close to Warriors.”

“Got it,” Twilight said, and Warriors made himself nod. The shield was clear but unyielding, like glass under Time’s hand. Unbreakable glass.

He didn’t notice Twilight transform until Wolfie nudged his hip with a low whine. He thought Legend said something, but there was a strange noise in the air. A low roar in his ears. It was so loud, it was hard to hear anything at all. Warriors grabbed Wolfie’s scruff to steady himself. The fur was thick and warm. Warriors gripped it tightly. The ground felt unsteady under his feet. Did the shield go under his feet? It was wrapping all around him. He just knew it. Wrapping all around him and moving and caging him.

“Captain,” Time said. “Link. Grab onto Wolfie and close your eyes. If there are any sparks, I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

Right. Right. Warriors forgot about that. Everything was still swaying, so it was easy to let himself drop. It was easy to wrap his arms around Wolfie, keeping them both steady as the Great Fairy’s bottle rocked them.

“Close your eyes, Captain,” Mask said, and Link obeyed. Link buried his face in Wolfie’s thick fur and held on.

Mask would get him out. Everything would be fine. He held on and breathed. Mask would get him out.

[nancyheart11]

for the LU sprint prompt: Epona (except not really because the whole thing happened while I was asleep)

Twilight had ridden Epona out for patrol when a wizzrobe got him stuck as Wolfie

Naturally he decided this was the best way to get back to the others.

He stared Warriors in the eyes the whole time he rode in, daring him to make one more stupid dog joke.

(Wild didn't even look up because Wolfie often rode horses this way when they were trying to cover a lot of distance and so he doesn't even realize it's unusual)

[wolfir-shard]

Hello Trafficblr. Is this anything?

[laugtherhyena]

Direwolf vs Pocketcat

[robinsnest2111]

when Mitternacht by E Nomine comes up on shuffle you just gotta go with the flow 🐺

edit: and by extension, Wolfen (Das Tier in Mir) by E Nomine, because wolves ✌

[nancyheart11]

Ahhhhh Lofty I loved it! It was just the right level of cute to picked me up! (And has been continuing to do so (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧)

any chance I could get some comfort from blorbos? It's been a long day and I'm both tired and hurting (deep cleaning and moving will do that to you I guess)

No pressure if you're tired though!

Rusl stretched a little, back sore from sleeping on the ground. He felt the blood move in his legs as he flexed his feet and tried to let the coolness of the morning dew pull him into wakefulness.

He hadn’t slept the best, but he knew with the exhaustion headache he’d had yesterday he’d needed to rest. Link had volunteered to keep watch, and Rusl had naturally argued letting the boy stay up all night, so they’d compromised.

Wolf senses were far more keen, after all.

When a wet nose greeted him as he opened his eyes, prodding at him hesitantly, Rusl smiled sleepily and pushed his head off the ground for an instant to get a little peck on Link’s snout. His boy sneezed in retaliation, huffing and stomping his paws as he pulled back, irritated. Rusl laughed despite it, and Link quickly turned back into his normal Hylian form, face sour.

“Pa,” he grumbled halfheartedly.

Rusl’s smile lessened, almost apologetically, before he pounced on his boy, wrestling him to the ground and kissing his nose again while Link wiggled and yelled.

[mewtwowarrior]

In honor of Tron Day, here's my project for my Tron OC Ark that I've been working on or a while now!

I used this base with some modifications to it for everything:

Iyzel Reaar's F2U Female Ref Base

The main modifications I did were to mirror half of it so I didn't have to figure out how to draw the circuits twice, erase certain features I'm not sure Basic programs have, and make the lines solid.

I used Windows 11 Paint's line and shape tools to draw the circuits, with adding a few pixels here and there when needed.

I used the GNU Image Manipulation Program for a lot of the color editing I did and for layering the textures.

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The first two are Ark's base circuits, along with the red rectified version of them for Mars.

I used my friend @quesadillawizard's art and design for Ark - Ark's circuits are based off ones from the DS version of Evolution and Wolfy added more features to them.

I used the reference he made for me to make the circuits and referenced this sketch as well.

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The next two are the Tron/Renegade circuits from Uprising, in both gray and black, as seen in the show.

@tucatalog was super helpful for references!

I mainly used two posts of theirs:

I looked at a few others as well, but I have a list of 50+ of their posts and were flipping between them, so I'm not entirely sure which others I used.

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The next two are Grid scar versions of the Tron/Renegade circuits.

In Ark's backstory, she was captured and tortured by the Occupation. I've played around with different scar configurations for her and I love the idea of them literally carving the Tron circuits out/off of her.

I decided to do a little something different for the scars, I've tried another technique that wasn't much fun, and I'm not sure how to mimic the scars from Uprising.

So, I took some textures I got from Etsy and layered them over each other to try to make something interesting.

Textures I used:

Gemstone Crush

Iridescent Textures

Glassy Textures

Iridescent Glass

Sparkly Glitter

Fake Glitter Particles

I'm not sure if most of these came through, I figured out the glitter ones did a lot of the heavy lifting I wanted, so they're the most visible ones and the ones on top.

Anyway, one is just the Renegade scars and the other is the scars overlaid on Ark's circuits.

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The last two are the circuits and scars over a skintone for circumstances when Ark ends up in the User world.

I like the thought of program circuits being barely visible in the User world, with just a hint of faint iridescence when the light hits them just right.

One of the textures from this pack fit my idea fairly well, so that's what I used:

Iridescent Textures

The scars are the ones I made earlier with a skin tone color overlay to make them blend in.

This is what I started this project for, as I wanted a visual for an RP and a potential fic.

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I've done a smaller scale version of this before, that time I made the scars by repeatedly scribbling over the circuits with multiple different colors, which hurt my hand, lol:

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Anyway, that's my project! It's not perfect, but I'm pretty pleased with how it came out!

A big thanks to @quesadillawizard and @proto-actual for looking them over!

Happy Tron Day!

[pastlivesxpastlie]

At a different library today and will have nothing to do for a few hours. Is this the day I start plotting weird boy!vessel x librarian!reader?

[tenderleavesbob]

When the moblin smacked Wolfie hard and Wolfie rolled on the ground, Warriors was there again. His brother's blood a vivid red. Horror heavy in the hair like lightning. Someone shouted and fear pierced Warriors's heart like an arrow.

Wolfie's yelps were indignant rather than pained, and Warriors snapped back to himself. No blood married Woflie's fur: only mud. Plenty of mud. Wolfie slid through it, paws waving but stuck on his side. He couldn't regain his balance or get back onto his feet. He kept sliding backwards down the bank toward the rushing river.

Cursing fiercely, Warriors abandoned his own fight and threw himself down the embankment. His boots slid in the mud, and his curses flowed freely as he grabbed for his brother.

Grabbing Wolfie's fur only ended up with both of them sliding down the embankment together, his brother yelping at him, and yet more mud on his clothes. This was ridiculous. If he ended up in the river with Twilight, he was never going to let his brother live it down.

Warriors growled some curses he learned from Mask and slammed his heel against a fallen tree. It creaked and for a terrifying moment, Warriors thought that both they and the tree would end up in the river. The wood cracked under his heel but the tree held. His first bit of good news for the day.

Wolfie whined anxiously in his grip. Warriors grunted and shifted his hold on his brother. "The next round is on you," Warriors informed him. Warriors braced himself. "You'd better bring your big wallet, because I'm buying the good stuff!"

His brother's whines cut off when Warriors grabbed him and hauled him into the air. Warriors didn't think he had ever seen Wolfie's mouth drop open in shock like that before, and if he wasn't covered in mud and looking equally ridiculous, he would have liked a picture of it. Warriors just grunted and readied himself. Two feet behind him, the river roared.

Wolfie was heavy, but no heavier than some of the soldiers Warriors had carried off the battlefield. Less heavy than some, considering his lack of armor and weaponry. Warriors gave a small toss and Wolfie flailed through the air before hitting the bank again, this time with all four of his paws on the ground where they should be. Wolfie slipped in the mud for just long enough for Warriors to wonder what he did to anger the Goddesses and then his brother was scrambling up the embankment.

"Little brothers," Warriors grumbled, beginning the painful climb back up the muddy bank.

By the time he got back up, he was covered in mud and the fight was over. Time helped him up the rest of the way while Wild fussed over Twilight. Twilight only stared at Warriors in open astonishment. It was a bit insulting. Did Twilight forget again that he was a military captain?

Even more annoying was how all of that mud didn't transfer over to Twilight's Hylian form.

"I am not helping bathe Wolfie later," Warriors said flatly. Then he threw some of the mud caking him into Legend's face. Because Warriors deserved some minor pleasures in life.

Legend's screech helped. A little.

[nancyheart11]

Wolfie sketches I did today because he was on my brain!

The first is a scene from the dog days series and specifically from any day now. Wolfie tried to look through the others bags and failed with his lack of thumbs.

The second is from a LU discord sprint prompt, fairy!

[mariasymphony]

Maria has been much more anxious than usual.

At first, Enzo thought he had done something to have made feel uncomfortable around him but, as time went on and she opened up to him more about certain things, he found that that wasn't the case.

However, the true reason for her increased anxiety makes him angry. Not at Maria, of course, but at the person responsible for it — her ex.

So, on a day where Maria said she'd be busy with rehearsals, Enzo takes a day off to personally deal with her ex. In a way he hasn't had to in a long while.

So there he is, on a rooftop, with his old M39, watching the man through the scope, ready to shoot once there are less people around him.

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole, SD!Enzo

Maria hated this.

It has been almost two years since she's broken up with her ex-boyfriend, about a year and a half since she's even seen him (he violated the restraining order and got arrested). Things have been amazing. She met Enzo and his sweet daughter Abbey. He's always so kind and understanding of her issues, and she enjoys spending time with him. So why did she feel a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach.

Tomorrow would have been their two year anniversary. It's a date she wishes she could scrub from her brain, but... she can't. It has to be why she feels this way, right?

Even Enzo had noticed her anxiety spiking, and while it had been difficult to open up about her past, it also made her feel a little better confiding in him. And now, the day before her big performance (why did it have to be the 9th), she's finishing up the final rehearsal.

Unknown to her, the man in question is parked outside of the music hall several yards away, scribbling something in his notebook. People make their way down the sidewalks, going about their day, not knowing what could be in store for them.

Maria leaves the building with Wolfgang, always feeling better with him at her side. Stepping off to the small patch of grass, she kneels down to pet him and offer a small treat. "Good boy, Wolfie..." She murmurs to him.

The man in the car watches but makes no other moves.

[xxcatzladyxx]

Hawks x Reader

Hello everyone! ❤️

Pairing: Hawks/ Keigo Takami x Female! Reader

Summary: Like every day, you stand at your Work and think, Like every day, nothing Special Happens. Thought wrong. Until a specific customer enters the store

Will there be a Part two? Yes of course!

Have a good read!

Any requests? Write me! Love you!

Your Wolfi 🐺

~~~

You're standing behind a register at a fast food store. Your forehead is literally dripping with sweat. You go about your work like a robot, cashing in one customer after another. You're mentally counting down the seconds until you can finally finish work and get out of this madhouse. For today at least. People are pouring in en masse, leaving you no time to catch your breath. A slight headache knocks on your forehead and reminds you that you should drink something. A large glass of water. Ice cold. But you can only dream of that at the moment.

Another group of customers enters the store. You roll your eyes in annoyance. Is there anything free in your shop today? Well, you should know that better than anyone. Nothing is free. Humanity is just getting crazier. Even if the customers are paying for your living in some way, you can't understand how people can stuff themselves with this poison that is fast food. Your best friend is a case in point. She sits at a table right next to the counter and stuffs herself with a huge mountain of fries. Like she does every day. She doesn't really work. She helps out her parents, who pay for everything, from time to time. Otherwise she sits with you at work and talks to you about her crush. Day in, day out. You're already sick of it.

She waits every single day for him to show up here. He could never say no to a place like this. Fast food is his favorite. It's stuck in your mind. God knows why. You don't even know him, even though he enjoys great popularity. You only know him from your friend's stories. He's supposed to be an attractive young man with blond hair. Eyes like gold. Large, red wings adorn his back. He is a hero. A pro hero.

You don't understand the fuss about heroes any more than you understand the enthusiasm for fast food. Ironic, given that you work in a fast food store. But you're more concerned with the enthusiasm for heroes. They're just people like you and me, aren't they? Well, they have extraordinary abilities, but they're still just people. So what's so great about heroes? They protect others! Great! You mentally clap your hands. That's what the police do too. Why aren't the police celebrated like the heroes? Because they don't have any special skills? Your head is already starting to spin from all the questions you're asking yourself. That's as far as you can think about it. Your friend brings you back to the here and now.

"Oh, here he comes!", she squeals, dropping her fries and staring at the entrance to the store. You're still busy with customers and can't concentrate on HIM. The others have priority. Whether he's a hero or not. First come, first served. Your friend's squeaking gets louder. However, the squealing isn't just coming from her. Other women also join in. You're just saying goodbye to one customer and getting ready to tackle the next one.

"Hello, what would you like?", you say your routine sentence.

"I'd like your number.", you stare wide-eyed at the customer in front of you. You choke on your own spit.

"Please what?", you ask, completely absent-minded. Out of the corner of your eye, you see your friend's cell phone slam onto the tabletop. Her jaw drops. She stares at the guy in front of you just as dumbfounded as you do. With just one difference. She knows who is standing in front of you. You don't. It's her crush. The pro hero Hawks. Now you notice the big red wings. Before you can say anything, your friend speaks up. She joins you.

"She'd love to give you her number. She's just a bit shy and you took her by surprise. But don't worry! Here's her number.", she takes a napkin and scribbles your name and number on it and holds it out to the hero. He grins to himself and takes the napkin. In the meantime, you stand rooted to the spot and can't move. What's going on in front of you? She didn't just give him your number? Is this the hidden camera? Is someone about to come and tell you that it's all just a prank? Or are you still in bed and dreaming all this?

"Thank you! So, your name is (y/n). A very beautiful name for a beautiful woman.". the hero continues with a grin.

"Awww!", your friend gushes, gazing at the blonde with her eyes.

The world seems to have come to a standstill around the three of you. None of your colleagues care that you're standing around looking stupid and not doing your job. The other customers in the store don't seem to notice you either. Except for a few female ones. They look at you with envy and hatred. But you don't notice that. You don't notice anything at the moment. Your head is completely empty. No voice reaches you.

“Haha, how cute!”, Hawks laughs quietly as your cheeks turn a light pink.

"I'm telling you, she's shy. She can't handle compliments at all. She immediately blushes.", your friend smiles.

"Good to know.", Hawks smiles back.

You're slowly but surely coming back to your senses. You want to jump on your friend's neck and choke her until she runs out of breath. What the hell is she actually doing? And what kind of rubbish does she actually say? You and shy? Those are two worlds. You were just caught off guard. That's all. This is not shyness!

“Is there anything else I can do?”, you find your voice again. Unfortunately, not as confident as you would like.

"No thank you. That's all I wanted. I'll write to you. See you soon, my beautiful!", he waves you goodbye and takes off.

“Yes..”, is all you manage to say.

~*~

You almost wiped the incident at work from your mind as you collapsed onto the couch. Your phone vibrates next to you. You sigh, thinking it's your friend who just wants to talk about her crush again. You reluctantly pick up your phone and look at the screen. You almost drop it when you read a message from an unknown number. You start to sweat and you feel unintentionally warm. You feel like you're in love. You don't even know him. Why do you feel this way? You tap on the message to read it completely. You get even warmer and you curse your friend forever.

[eflen-n-reegee]

Age Regressor Honest John and Kitten Regressor Gideon (Pinocchio)

Suggest by @wolfy-star1401

When they’re regressed, Honest John acts as Gideon’s “owner”. He’s not always the gentlest kid, but Giddy is a very forgiving kitten.

John LOVES to play pretend and is constantly making up new games. It can be hard to keep up with him - one minute he’s a professional tailor, the next he’s an author.

(He can’t read even when he’s not regressed, but he holds books open and makes up stories. Gideon loves them.)

Gideon can be a very destructive kitten. He loves knocking things over or ripping things up. John often puts him in time out, but the punishment never lasts long.

Gideon is non-verbal even when he’s an adult, but when he’s regressed it’s even harder to understand him because he becomes much less expressive. John can always understand him, though. (Or at least that’s what he claims.)

John is fascinated by high society and everything fancy. His favorite games involve being a lord or duke or other type of aristocrat, and hosting extravagant parties.

Gideon often ruins these parties by “hunting” John - stalking him for a time and then pouncing on him.

The pair frequently wrestle, and sometimes they get rougher than they should. It’s not unusual for one or both to end up bruised.

They always make up eventually, though it’s almost always Gideon who apologizes first. He doodles a messy scribble and presents it to John, and John in turn raves about the raw artistic talent on display.

When they nap John always ends up cuddling Gideon. He’s not usually a big hugger, but once he’s asleep he’s the snuggliest fox around.

[gainprincess]

@gluttonygirls

"Oooh....HUURRRRRRRPPPPPPP...hold on a second, bubu, you're...wheeeezeee...missing something!~"

While she adores how Silver Wolf's basically-naked ass jiggles and wobbles and claps in the air of their home, she can't help but note that a particular ink-marked sentence is missing on the part of her wife's ass usually covered by her shorts! She has to correct that!

The heavy, heaving sack of flab that is March 7th pushes herself off their bed with herculean effort, the top-heavy hog of a woman panting and wheezing as she waddles towards her lover, hands dancing along her own stomach as the heavy thing hangs past her knees, and brushes against her feet.

There's something magical of having grown this fat with the person she adores more than anything, this far into the future.

At first, March was afraid that Silver Wolf would be taken from her by the next pretty woman over two hundred pounds. Kafka, or Himeko, or Natasha, or the Trailblazer...She was very insecure that Silver Wolf would just choose plain old March, no memories or anything, and wouldn't just leave her when someone more interesting came along.

As the years've passed, though, she's grown less and less insecure about her relationship with her beloved. If Silver Wolf was the type to be that superficial about relationships, they wouldn't have lasted all these years, after all. She's fine playing the stay-at-home wife as well; An archery range lets her keep her bow arm sharp (even if it is flabby enough to count as a pale pillar of lard more than an arm), she has ample views to take photos from, and she's gotten REALLY good at cooking for her beloved as well!

But she is still a bit possessive. So she, every morning before the cybersecurity analyst heads off to work, takes out a thick ink pen, and scribbles something right on that big, fat, wobbly, sweaty clapcheek.

PROPERTY OF MARCH 7TH: DO NOT FLIRT.

Today is no different, and she scribbles it on a bit extra big, so it only barely is covered by Wolfie's specially-designed shorts. She smacks her lover on the ass as the woman gets up to go to work, wedding ring glistening on her fat finger as she watches her wobble.

"Have...hfff...haaa...~...fun today...!~ I'll make you the most unhealthy meal you've ever had tonight!~"

She promises that every day...but maybe Silver Wolf will have something related to that mark happen on her way to work?

[what-yadoking-likes]

So before my temporary departure from Tumblr I was writing a dumb, self-indulgent trope-y... thing.

I am unlikely to finish it, and it is indeed not finished, with huge time skips and a lack of... content... but there's over 1000 words so here we jolly well go:

“It’s the only way,” Bain announced grimly over the comms.

‘No it bloody well isn’t,’ Hoxton thought to himself, but said nothing. Instead he pursed his lips, doing his utmost to keep a neutral expression. 

Their next heist was going to be a big one, and required the Payday gang to do a masks-off recon mission. They were not allowed to be detected and they were, under no circumstances, allowed to kill anyone.

That still didn’t explain how Hoxton and Wolf were posing as a married couple.

Problem was, no one else seemed to think this was a dreadful idea. Chains was nodding along in agreement with Bain’s declaration, and Dallas had scribbled it down in the notepad he kept specifically for detailing their upcoming jobs. If Hoxton leaned over just a little and tilted his head, he would be able to see it, written down in blotchy blue ballpoint ink:

Distraction - married couple - Wolf/Hoxton.

The rest of the meeting continued as usual. Hoxton listened and occasionally offered his insight and a snarky comment or two, but wanted to get out of there. He had shit to do. 

Before he could leave, however, he felt a weight land on his arm.

“Hey.”

The hand belonged to Wolf. Hoxton lingered, even as Dallas and Chains left the meeting room, approaching the kitchen area for a desperately needed coffee.

Wolf’s hand was large enough to just about curl around Hoxton’s bicep. He fought the urge to flex, to tense the muscle there - give something for Wolf to really feel.

“Are you…” Wolf’s mouth worked, a crease carved between his brows in open concern, “... are you okay with this?”

Whatever misgivings Hoxton personally had about the plan, there was no reason for him to let Wolf know he had any reservations at all. He plastered a smooth, dashing grin on his face, and leered slightly into Wolf’s personal space.

“What, you bein’ my husband? I’m quite the catch, Wolfie.” He even winked to really sell it. 

Wolf huffed, smacking the Brit’s bicep playfully. “You’re so full of yourself. You’re lucky to have me as your husband.”

Hoxton’s eyebrow quirked. “Really? Why’s that, then?”

Wolf smirked, and leaned in close. Hoxton tilted his head. He could feel Wolf’s breath caress against his ear, disturbing the stray hairs that lay there - he resisted the pleasant shiver that skated down his spine.

“Because,” Wolf whispered, his low rumbling voice deep, the words dancing just so against Hoxton’s ear to send even more delicious sensations through him, “it could be so, so much worse. I could be Houston.”

The pleasant sensations came to an abrupt end. “No fucking way would they believe I’d stoop to the level of that thing,” Hoxton snarled. Wolf jumped back, laughing and walking off to join the others.

Well. If Wolf wasn’t bothered, then Hoxton wasn’t going to worry himself about it. They’d get in, do whatever they needed to do, and get out again. Easy - simple - uncomplicated. Just the way he liked it.