#you all get platonic kissys on the heads

[themanirealityshifter]

YOU ALL GET SOFT LITTLE KISSYS ON THE HEAD BASTARDS (/lh /pos)

reblog to give ur mutuals a soft lil kissy on the head

[invictarre-archive]

anyway. I love OCs, some of leon's closest relationships are OCs, and I stretch my hands out towards all of them. give. on leon, or on any other blog we're mutuals on

and I have said this before, but it bears repeating: were it not for @jocundcompany's wonderful OC dani, leon would not be who or where he is today. he loves her, I love her, and you should love her too. we are a Package Deal now and forever <3333

[yanderenightmare]

...part two where alpha bakugou finally tries to court reader after a few years of possessively scenting her and walks in on her in her first hear

Bakugou Katsuki

TW: omegaverse, possessiveness, awkward relationship

part 1

gn reader

He’s trying to figure out how to get you to move in with him. 

He’s done at UA now, receiving steady work and paychecks. His apartment is nice, in a good and practical location. Everything is stable. Everything’s in place.

Everything except you.

He knows he hasn’t been the most reasonable mate throughout the years. His confession was nothing short of a threat – forcing you to wear his clothes so others would know you were taken. 

But he did those things to protect you, to keep you safe – which is his duty as an Alpha. He's done his side of the courtship.

In all honesty, you’re the one who’s unreasonable – you’re the one not doing your job. 

He’s not blind to see how doting other Omegas are towards their Alphas.

You don’t dote on him – never kissy or cuddly or lovey-dovey – at best, you’re passive with an inclination to be agreeable.

How’s he supposed to make any sort of moves on you when you don’t give him any signals? At this rate, the two of you will be left in a platonic state of… not friendship or kinship… just plain awkwardness – a stalemate.

It’s embarrassing… the two of you haven't even consummated your bond yet. In fact, and even more embarrassing – you haven't even kissed.

You may very well not even be mates at this point.

He can’t blame you, though… 

He’s not any good when it comes to you. He never has been. All your conversations are of him either tutoring you in subjects, scolding you for not wearing his clothes, or admonishing you for not telling him about your schedule.

Actually, almost every conversation you have with each other is of him shouting at you.

It’s no wonder you won’t kiss him.

“Oi – I’m done. Heading over now.” He grunts as soon as he hears the tell-tale silence of you answering his call. 

“Uhm,” 

He furrows his brows at the soft warble, waiting for more.

There’s heavy breathing coming from your line. Then, a whimper which only makes his brows furrow tighter.

“I’m – uhm, not really feeling so good.” You finally say.

More heavy breathing, followed by a wince.

“Maybe you shouldn't come...”

“Hah? You’ sick? What kinda sick? How’d you get sick?” He immediately starts berating. “This is why you can’t live alone-”

“Just don’t come.” You interrupt a little louder, offering a sigh. “I don’t want to make you sick too…” He thought he even heard a sniffle. “I’ll stay inside, so don’t worry. I’ll call when I feel better – you can come then, okay?”

A small beat passes.

“No. I’m coming now.”

“But-” You whine, but he hangs up.

Dumb brat. Getting yourself sick. This is exactly why you should live with him. You don’t wear a jacket when it’s cold. You don’t eat what you should. You don’t drink enough water. You don’t sleep when you ought to.

“Oi! Open up, brat.” He bangs on your door when he arrives a curt fifteen minutes later – unbothered by the many other students buzzing around the dorm.

He hears you rush to open, quick footsteps padding across the floor – before the door swings open.

You pull him in by the arm, shutting it quickly behind him.

“Don’t call me a brat where everyone can hear, you dummy.” You hiss, slapping his chest in no way that hurt.

Still, he raises a brow at you.

Then he makes another grimace. Narrowing his eyes as he leans forward just a nod – his broad shoulders squared and stiff.

You curl your brows at the stance, tilting your head in askance while his nose scrunches – sniffing the air between you – almost scrutinizingly.

“You’re not sick.” He suddenly accuses.

It’s an odd thing to disagree on. But it always is with Katsuki – ever the unreasonable Alpha. 

“Yes, I am.” You sigh, brushing past him. “I have a fever, and I feel funny.”

He grabs you before you get too far – although softly – holding you by your upper arms while leaning in closer – now with his nose sliding along your neck.

You feel flushed at the proximity. Odd, for some reason.

Something tickles deep down in your stomach, along with the brewing pain you’d felt all day.

“Feverish, restless, aching stomach?” He lists the symptoms with a raised brow, though more so in a statement. Clicking his tongue at the clueless look of askance you give him in return. “You’re in heat, you dumbass.”

This time, you really feel flushed. Eyes going moon-big at his claim – suddenly very nervous. And for good reason.

“No… how do you know?” You deny, shaking your head as though it would make him any less right.

“Tch-” He scoffs halfheartedly – not sharply like he so often does.

Dropping your arms, he straightens his back and looks off to the side – his voice low with something you’d never heard from him.

“You’re stinking up the whole place...”

There’s a blush dusting his cheeks.

The feeling is mutual.

He hadn’t been on board when you’d told him you were moving out of your home to your college campus. The thought of you living in close proximity to dozens of other alphas and trigger-happy betas made the vein in his forehead pulse – hands sweaty at his sides. 

But he’d helped you move nonetheless – if only to make sure your dorm was infested with his scent – veering off any unwanted bidders. 

“Such a dumb brat…” He sighed. Walking over to the door to make sure you’d locked it – you hadn’t, which only further made him scowl. “Got any idea how dangerous this is? Allowing everyone who walks by to know exactly how-”

“Don’t shout!” You bark back. Feeling nervous and tense and worried – all in all panicked. This wasn’t the plan. “The plan was obviously to use suppressants – but I've never been in heat before, so-”

“So yer sayin’ you had no plan. Tch, unprepared – like always.” He bites back – also panicked.

“Shut up, jerk.” Your fists ball at your sides. “You’re not helping- oww-” You keeled before you could rant – wrapping your arms around your stomach.

Heavy breaths erratically short, interrupted by whimpers and a wince. 

His scowl cleared – easing up when he realized his presence might have just made things worse. He’d showered after patrol, so the scent wasn’t as intense, but it was enough for you to react – knowing his pheromones were spurring your hormones into greater turmoil. 

“Shit.” He muttered – suppose with some empathy – before he scooped you up from where you were all about ready to kiss the floor, huddled over. “Alright then, brat...”

You were weak to his handlings – before you knew it, you were already placed in the bed – the two of you in a spoon – your back to his broad chest and his chin atop your head.

He was a little stiff – not unlike him – but you suppose he was feeling a little shy about the matter – his movements perhaps even slightly sheepish as he smoothed his hand over your stomach.

He went under your shirt but didn’t lift it off – placing his palm down flat atop the ache inside. 

Slowly, he began rubbing circles into the flesh – a little awkwardly until finding the right pace. 

It hurt at first – made you tense – but then it settled. The warmth soon soothed the churning within, making it melt, and you let out a relieved sigh – breaths still burdened, laced with pitiful whimpers you couldn’t help but let slip.

He suppressed a sound when you shimmied closer – trying to will away the warmth he felt swell in his pants.

But your scent had been clouding his head since he'd stepped into the room and was only growing thicker. 

“We don’t have to do anything else.” He stated through the haze in spite of it – as though renouncing the need even though you both knew what it was that was poking against your butt.

“You’re hard.” You argued bluntly – as you’d learned was your only tactic with him. 

Feeling him bristle. “Tch – blame your shitty scent – a man can only hold himself back so much…”

All clothes were still on – and yet… the fat thing that was tucked right alongside the thin cotton of your pajama shorts and undies… you wouldn’t deny it felt nice – couldn’t – not when you were so wet it was embarrassing.

“Stop.” You said – and his hand peeled off your stomach, making you grab and put it back in place. “No, not that – I mean…” 

You chewed your lip – shuffling your thighs – feeling hot all over before releasing another sigh.

“You don’t have to hold yourself back…” You could only barely say it – almost unheard in how timid a whisper it was.

He took a moment in fear of having misunderstood you – remaining vigilant in his cautiousness. Every nerve recognized what a fragile state you were in – and nothing dared defy the single dominant instinct he had telling him to cater to your every need – despite the other almost equally incessant urge he felt to hump you like a pillow.

“Y’gotta explain yourself.”

This time, you gave a whine – caught between vexed and desperate. Shrinking where you lay snug against his bigger body, curling in on yourself. “Please don’t make me say it, Katsuki – it’s so embarrassing, I think I might die.”

His heart beats faster at the vulnerable cry. He swallowed the pool of drool under his tongue – squaring his jaw, doing his best to keep his voice calm. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.”

“Ugh – you're such a bully-” You curl even further into a ball with a whimper.

Katsuki clicks his tongue at your behavior – briefly rolling his eyes before pulling you up beneath him. His red eyes, holding that pointed dour look – such contrast to the swiveling of your watery ones. 

“Tell me what you want.” His voice was sturdier now – an anchor you could hold onto.

You had often been unsure whether Katsuki really was the right mate for you even though you couldn’t really picture yourself with anyone else – let alone think of him with another Omega without wanting to trash your room like a wild animal let out of the cage. But looking at him now – into those bromine eyes – once so harsh and now so mature, making you feel so safe.

He was waiting for an answer, but your lips had other plans – planting themselves on his in a spur-of-the-moment kiss.

And what left them once the two of you parted was nothing short of heart-robbing.

“Please fuck me.”

[potatobugxo]

Omg hey ;) Could I get another headcanon or a part 2 where yarnaby is like a pet to you since you helped him get the metal piece out of his paw, so he always follows you around and always purring around you to the point he’s like glued to your side, even at the safe haven poppy, kissy and doey questions on how you got yarnaby as your ally

oooh yes I love this!!

warnings: none!

pairing: platonic!pet!yarnaby x player!reader (pt.2!)

-now that yarnaby had declared you his friend, having a giant toy lion bodyguard sure had its benefits!

-the little critters who roamed around the factory who had hunted you before now no longer even LOOK in your direction (because they know yarnaby will eat them)

-when you meet back up with poppy and kissy, they are both VERY startled to see that yarnaby is on your side now, basically body guarding you

-"hey guys, so, uh, this is... Yarnaby?" you introduce your new lion friend to poppy and kissy. yarnaby sits down beside you, tilting his head at poppy and kissy curiously

-a welcome ally to say the least, in poppy's eyes, that makes another toy who can fight against the prototype

-when poppy takes you and yarnaby back to safe haven, doey is even more surprised, and frightened at first to see that the giant toy lion is now on your side

-"how on earth did you manage to tame yarnaby?" doey asks, completely baffled.

-"he was injured, so I helped him," you replied simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world, while the other toys stare at you as if you were insane

-the little smiling critters toys that make up the majority of the safe haven survivors steer clear of yarnaby at all costs, too scared to go near him

-even though now he's as docile as a house cat, if a house cat was the size of the house

-doey is skeptical of yarnaby 's loyalty and insists everyone keep a watchful eye on him, believing he may still be under the doctor's influence

-poppy is surprisingly accepting, and insists upon you using yarnaby to fight the doctor and the prototype

-while on one hand, you do have a literal powerhouse of a toy on your side, on the other, you want to protect your new lion friend at all costs, and don't want to force him to fight

-you've grown fond of yarnaby, and he's grown fond of you!!

[queenbee298]

Poppy playtime x Gender Neutral Reader “Finally Free” Scenarios.

This is just going to be a platonic story No romance stories or request. You can request something scenarios, you want me to write about, but anyway let’s get started! Warning: Angst and fluff

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

Distractions 

Life with your new toy family was challenging, since as trying to leave your house, hiding them from friends and family, and working.

You worked from home so you didn’t have to worry about leaving them alone. However, when you would try to concentrate, the mini critters would run around playing or they would try to climb or jump into the cabinets for candy. Luckily, Doey was there to help you with the mini critters, so you knew you can count on him.

Kickin Chicken: “Hurry up, Hoppy! I want those skittles!”

Hoppy was trying to jump on the counter and into the cabinets for the bag of sweets you bought for the toys. But you tried to put them away so the toys (mainly the critters) won’t try to eat them all. This didn’t stop them.

Hoppy Hopscotch: “I got it!”

Picky Piggy: “Shhh… Or Mama/Papa will hear us.”

Y/N: “Hoppy? Kickin? Picky? What are you doing?”

Hoppy, Kickin, & Picky: “Nothing!”

You didn’t believe them. Doey sat next to you in your office while you worked on your computer. He would just sit nexts to you and just talk about anything. Like a child telling their mother about their day at school.

Y/N: Doey, if it’s not too much trouble , can you check on them?”

Doey: “No problem, mom/dad!”

Doey went out your office and into the kitchen to see nothing but an empty bag of sweets and three little critters when full bellies.

Doey: “Are you guys serious!? You are the whole bag?!”

Picky Piggy: “Hehe, Guess we got a little carried away,huh?”

Hoppy couldn’t say anything, but groan at the pain of her full belly. Kickin’s couldn’t handle of the sugar in his stomach and threw up rainbow puke on the floor. Doey immediately called your name and you rushed out to see the mess in your kitchen and clearly you were angry with the critters.

Y/N: “How many times do I have to time you not to jump on counters and eat up all the candy?”

Hoppy Hopscotch: “None, Angel.

Y/N: “I shouldn’t have to tell you.”

Hoppy, Kickin, Picky: We’re sorry, Angel!”

Y/N: “It’s okay, but next time you’ll listen to me.”

You and Doey had to clean up the vomit.

Others times when you were working the critters and Kissy would running around and play.

Y/N: “Guys, can you settle down, I can’t focus.”

Critters: “Sorry, Mama/Papa.”

Nightmares

Even if you and the toys were out the factory, you all couldn’t forget how terrible it was in the factory. You had nightmares of the bigger toys like Huggy Wuggy or Catnap chasing or not being able to save the toys.

The toys had it worse. Doey worrying if he’s not strong enough to help you or the little critters or hurting someone because of his temper, Kissy’s nightmare about the Prototype or being strapped down by scientists, Dogday being chained up and critters eating his organs, or Poppy being trapped in her case again. They were afraid and needed you.

One night, you woke up to sounds. It sounded like sniffling. You opened your eyes to see it was Kissy.

Y/N: “ Kissy, are you okay?”

Her eyes were flooded were tears and she was shaking. Even if she was smiling, you knew she was sad.

Y/N: “ Come here, honey.”

Kissy crawled over the other sleeping toys and hugged you. You placed a kiss on her head and rubbed her back.

Y/N: “It’s all going to be okay, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Other night, Doey woke you up due to him having a nightmare.

Y/N: “Another nightmare?”

Doey: “Uh-Huh.”

Y/N: “You wanna talk about it?”

Doey: “No, I just wanna get my mind off it.”

You laid down with Doey on the bed and held him close.

Y/N: “It’s all going to be okay.”

Doey looked up at you.

Doey: “Can you sing me a lullaby?”

Y/N: “Anything for you, sweetie.”

You sang “Rockabye,” by Clean Bandit, (A/N: I know this song didn’t come out in 2005, but this will be the lullaby) this helped Doey go to sleep.

Y/N: “I’ll always be there for you.”

Yarnaby got nightmares of burning to death and you leaving him to die.

He would wake you up to make sure you were with me and to pet him.

Dogday got phantom pain around his waist. You would rubbed his belly to make sure him was okay.

Playtime

Now that you were all out of the factory, the toys can finally run outside and play in the grass without worrying about something attacking them. You bought toys, books, and puzzles for activities and a white board for Kissy so she can communicate. Doey mentioned a book him and the toys like to read back in the factory.

Dogday and Yarnaby would run around in the fields or sit out in the sun. You couldn’t find it there, but you bought it for a book store. “The adventures of the word wizard!” At night, you would read the toys a bedtime story and most of the time they would pick that book.”

Y/N: “ Okay guys, what book do you want me to read.

Toys: “The adventures of the word wizard!”

Y/N: “Don’t you guys want to read a different book?”

Toys: “Please?”

They all gave you puppy eyes and you reluctantly agreed. You all headed to the bedroom and the toys gathered together in bed while you read the story. By the time you finished everyone was asleep.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️Sorry it took a while to post this story, but it’s out now so enjoy. Also, please request some ideas you want me to write.

[car-o-line]

Can you do a Doey x reader with some platonic cuddles? I feel like they really need the comfort.

IDC HOW MANY POST I MAKE ABOUT THIS THING I WILL LITERALLY DIE FOR HIM❤️🧡💛

Doey PLATONIC DID I MENTION PLATONIC??? cuddling headcanons☺️

Let’s just do this as you’re the Player!

It was a peaceful day in Safe Haven(or as peaceful as it could be), which soon turned to nighttime and all Smiling Critters started to try and get rest.

You were currently on a little side quest to collect Kissy some new bandages for her arm because well, Safe Haven kinda ran out of them.

It was a quick trip but once you returned it seemed the whole demeanor changed, from bright and colorful, to dim and silent. You thought Safe Haven was cuter with only the fairy lights on.

All the other toys including Poppy and Kissy were sleeping in the small tents except for one.

“Hello Doey..”

Doey was sitting on the ground watching the paintings on the walls by all the other toys, he was clearly happy to see you were fine but seemed slightly solemn.

“Oh! Hiyaa pal, that was thankfully quicker than what I thought you’d be.”

You sat beside the toy as he explained what he was doing, “I was just looking at these drawings..you know.. These aren’t just paintings, they’re memories. And they’re cries for help, therapy for the experiments minds. It’s just depressing really, but you, you. Can save them, and I know it sounds hard and tedious but-”

He was interrupted by a small cool feeling on his arm, when he looked down he saw your hand resting against his doughy skin(that sounds odd).

“I think you need to rest too. You look after others too much, it’s sad.”

He’s never heard your voice much, only quiet responses to Poppy and uncomfortable greetings, so it made him feel special when you expressed your emotions on his actions.

He told you it was fine, he’s been doing it for so long so he doesn’t mind. But you had other ideas, leaning your head on his side you quietly reach your hand out for his and hold it gently. Your touch was so light he could barely tell it was there without looking at you do it yourself.

“I think..I might nap. I’m tired of everything today.”

He’s never heard stared at you for a moment before smiling softly, he was glad you trusted him so much that you’d willingly take a nap while leaning on him.

“Alright..sleep well then Y/n.”

He wrapped an arm gently around your shoulder, he couldn’t just deny you comfort when you were tired and were falling asleep, so now he’s obligated to not get up.

It’s like when a cat purrs on your lap and now you have no choice but to wait until they move til you do something else(you know what you’re doing).

By the time you woke up you were pleasantly surprised to see Doey lying on the ground with his arms around you, in a firm yet comforting hug.

Jack was ecstatic, he hasn’t felt cared for by another person in so long. And to have said person fall asleep by his side just made him want it more.

Matthew was glad, he was glad that you were getting rest while also caring about Doey. He never thought any of the scientists cared, but you weren’t a scientist, just a past employee so he figured you were just nicer than the others.

Kevin did NOT give af and I’m leaving it at that(he almost cried from comfort).

[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- kisses + the 13 flame-chasers

summary: what it says on the tin!

tags: flame-chasers x gn!reader, griseo's is platonic of course, fluff, lots of kissies.

i. kevin kaslana

kevin’s last try at love had left him unable to touch anything living, his body now colder than ice. he craves the contact he once was able to give and receive freely, but to sacrifice his own body in pursuit of the MOTH’s goals was something he was more than willing to do. but even the icy-hearted first flame chaser has his moments of weakness. in those moments he’ll grab your tie, or the end of your skirt and bring it up to his lips, inhaling the scent he was never close enough to know, and wonder how warm your skin felt underneath.

ii. elysia

elysia adores everything about you, and she wants you to know how much you are loved every moment she is with you. she places kisses to any place she can reach, but more than that she loves watching your reactions. so human, so beautiful. it’s not rare to end up with her rosy gloss all over you.

iii. aponia

aponia likes listening to you breathe. underneath a tree in the tall grass, your head in her lap. it’s one of the few times she feels she can live in the present. the future is the farthest thing from her mind as she leans down and places a kiss to your forehead, telling you to go to sleep. she doesn’t command you to do it so, but with her soft humming, you soon drift off. aponia kisses your eyelids, then, and prays for your dreams to be pleasant.

iv. eden

her lips taste of the finest wine; how could you not get intoxicated after kissing her? the high of eden’s performance doesn’t wear off for hours, and she loves to perch you up on her vanity and kiss you until she’s satisfied… and eden is hard to satiate. out of all the endless riches she has amassed, you are her favorite treasure of all.

v. vill-v

the great magician loves to woo you with her performances. look down into their hat and when you see nothing inside, she’ll tilt your chin up and give you a quick peck.

the expert likes to ramble off her ideas for projects — you’re the only one allowed in their lab. it’s not often they get excited about things, but with you there she finds that old passion for inventing return in spades. when you aren’t looking, she’ll place a lingering kiss to your temple, whispering out her thanks.

vill-v loves you wholly, with every part of themself.

vi. kalpas

you’re one of the few who has gotten to see under kalpas’s mask. his skin is fair, sunken pale eyes tired and angry. it’s the first time he lets you see underneath that you finally get to kiss him. his teeth are bared, and he threatens to kill you for standing so close. but when your lips touch his own, all feigned malice melts away, and he pulls you into him hard.

vii. su

his kisses are featherlight, as soft as a summer breeze. as busy as he is with his work, he will always find pockets of time to spend with you. even if it’s just as small as kissing your cheek before he leaves for work, he will remember your loving eyes, the way the morning light made your skin glow, your small smile… yes, this is one memory that will follow him forevermore.

viii. SAKURA

SAKURA always looks for you after battles. she is covered in bruises and cuts that will leave ugly scars later, but she needs to know you’re okay; that the one person left that she loves is still there. she ushers you someplace quiet and hums, a familiar song that she once sang to RIN and patches you up. you tell her of an old superstition that you once heard, and she takes it to heart. SAKURA doesn’t let you go until she’s placed her lips against every future scar, promising you that next time, she’ll keep you safe.

ix. kosma

try as he might, he will never be able to figure out what you’re thinking. when you reassure him that you like him, he wonders if you mean in a way that he can sit close to you. it’s easier show him what’s on your mind, tilt his chin up and plant a sweet kiss to his lips. kosma will think about your touch for a long time, one hand touching his lips and the other balled into his tunic. he hopes you’ll kiss him again and again.

x. mobius

mobius tastes sickeningly sweet, you sometimes wonder if her lipstick is laced with poison. when mobius kisses you, it is needy, her lips moving hard and fast against your own, pressing you against her lab table. when she pulls back, you’re seeing stars, and she grins at you like a predator. you can’t help but think if this is where you die, it wouldn’t be so bad.

xi. griseo

mama aponia tells griseo that kisses are reserved for people she loves. and so she gives mama aponia a kiss on the cheek before she goes to look for inspiration. today, you are her muse, and you sit for hours as she paints every color that she sees in you; each one unique to you. once you’re done, she tugs your sleeve and tells you to come look. you tell her it’s beautiful, and she kisses you on the cheeks as thanks.

xii. fu hua

hua fights with her fists, and so the bruises left on her knuckles are forever rosy, never allowed to fully heal. when she spars with you, she never goes easy, and you’re face down in the dirt after only one round. she notices the deep purple of fresh bruises on your hands, and places a kiss to each one, praising you for trying so hard.

xiii. pardofelis

pardo loves all things shiny, but she’s found she doesn’t mind being paid in kisses from time to time. she purrs as you take her cheeks into your hands, kissing her all over the face. felis can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles, falling forward into your lap and nuzzling into your neck.

[citruslullabies]

Catnap X reader

I've got this idea from another author, perhaps the reader is getting too attached to one of the mini catnaps? They spend their time cuddling the little rascal instead of him and he decides to make his displeasure noticed albeit in his own way.

Oh hey, I love that author! Bumblehoneybee is one of my favorites<3

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic: neutral (unspecified)

Requested by: anonymous

Category: fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): catnap x reader

Word count: 565

Cat Fight

After having redeemed Catnap, you were left to depend on him and for him to depend on you with the little things. Whether that be warmth or cuddles, or defenses, you two always had each other's back in the dark and gloomy place. Catnap just like any cat, loved you and saw you as his person.

And that's why you're in the pickle you're in now. A little smiling critter of Catnap had been spying on you before finally walking up to you while meowing its little head off like a banshee. You looked down at the oddly friendly creature and gasped, smiling and kneeling down to pet it in which it gladly accepted. “Awh! You're so cute!” You cooed to the rather prissy and affectionate feline.

Catnap was just coming back from finding food while Poppy and Kissy Missy were busy looking for routes in the place to keep going, happily coming back expecting your praise but was greeted with basically a smack to the face. He set the food and water down and let his ears fall flat, slowly slinking over to you and staring at the tinier version of himself. “..Mouse, why is this.. thing here?”

The larger feline was not at all happy with this, staring down at the smaller version of him. All of your attention was going onto this cheap little declawed copy of him and he didn't appreciate it.

“Catnap, just look at how cute it is! Hmm..” you thought for a moment, before plucking the little kitty into your arms and feeling your heart melt at the feeling of it nuzzling against you and wrapping its tiny paws around your neck. Catnap let out a low growl as he thought about swatting the little creature out of your arms, but refraining from doing so.

“Ugly little thing..” he hissed despite looking like it, displeased as he picked the food back up to continue moving. Kissy Missy was silent as always when they returned, judging the small cat while Poppy made a few comments here and there but ultimately decided it was fine if it was friendly. The entire walk you were just cradling and cooing at the little cat before you decided on a name, gently pressing your nose against its tiny one. “I'm gonna name you.. Cleocatra!” You said, earning a weirded out look from the larger feline and a purr from Cleocatra. But he said nothing.

When tiredness finally overcame your senses, he was more than happy to get cozy on the floor as you set the cat down despite its screaming protests. He wrapped his tail around your form and gently kneaded at your shoulder, being completely at peace before being disrupted by meows and little paws standing on him. He opened his eyes only to be greeted with a tiny Cleo that was pouty and trying to snuggle in-between them, to which Catnap grabbed it by its scruff and set it down away from the both of you. You spent all day with the little fucker, it was his turn.

But the tiny cat just kept pushing until catnap hissed at it, being quiet so he wouldn't wake you up despite your stirring. The little cat huffed and walked off, flicking its tail at Catnap as if it was a middle finger and snuggling up on top of your backpack instead.

Little shit.

Thank you for requesting!

[spitdrunken]

Heat Relief (Alastor x Reader)

Notes: Reader has a vagina, reader n alastor are both sex-repulsed asexuals, platonic sex for heat relief reasons, extremely dubious consent to noncon, retracted consent, CANNIBALISM AT THE END!

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Heats suck ass.

One of Hell's cruellest jokes has to be you being reborn as a mammal, and all of the inconveniences that come along with it. Heats are the worst of all, up-heaving your entire life and leaving you incapacitated in the progress. Being high on a cocktail of hormones and left in a lust-driven frenzy is never a good thing… But there are plenty of people in Hell willing to take advantage of it. Add to that the fact you've never had that much of a desire to masturbate, and it's a recipe for disaster.

At least you have Hazbin Hotel now. While the conversation with Charlie about temporarily moving your room faaar away from the others, she'd been nothing but understanding and accepting. It was the first time you didn't feel disgusting about going through this every month. She even left you drinks and food outside your door at regular intervals. (Because, while it's very much possible to get through a heat without eating or drinking, being unable to die doesn't make it pleasant.)

After you've spent days using toys to get yourself off, you reek of it no matter how much you shower. The scent has to be chipped away at by time. When you head downstairs in desperate need for a drink, it's a walk of shame. Both of your wrists are throbbing with exertion.

You had wished the bar were empty, but wishes don't always come true.

Angel Dust takes one sideways glance at you and bursts out laughing. The tips of his heels clack against the wood of the bar as he kicks his legs around, one pair of arms crossed over his lap.

"Been having fun, babe? Fuck!" He leans his chin on one hand, swirling around a drink in your general direction with the other. "You were holed up in there for days. Y'know, I know a guy or two that could cut that time in half. Easy. Won't even cost that much."

You're, frankly, too exhausted to think of coming up with a comeback or quip. "Maybe. I'm tired," you respond. As if it isn't obvious. The practically audible roll of his eyes doesn't bother you. You're not into hiring a complete stranger as 'heat relief' even if it'd make your life easier. There's no reason to trust them.

You slide into a stool a couple seats away from Angel Dust. Husk looks at you, his frown relaxing somewhat. He probably experiences something similar, after all. Without any unnecessary words, Husk is pouring you a drink. A mix, though more alcohol than anything else. At the very least it could help you take your mind off of things. It might be what you need.

Even a couple of sips in, you know this is definitely not what you need. Given your exhaustion, the alcohol hits harder than ever and the drink tasted strongly of liquor to begin with. Your head feels heavy. So do your arms. Your legs itch to move. There's zero good reason to keep drinking, but sometimes you like the taste of your own self-destruction. It doesn't take long before you've veered well into 'tipsy' territory.

You can feel the pinprick of a gaze at your back. Static teases at the edge of your hearing. You ignore it.

"No, but, really," Angel Dust starts again. "I don't get why ya don't just hire someone and get it over with. Yeah, yeah, I get it— It's not pretty, you're not making kissy-kissy love-dovey faces at each other, but it's Hell, toots."

This time, you turn your head just far enough to the righ to shoot him a glare. You slam down your glass. A slosh of alcohol spills past the rim, staining the top of your hand and darkening the wood it lands on.

"I just don't like it, okay?!" You spit out, defensiveness flaring up all at once. The idea of some stranger's hands roaming over your body, to have to expose yourself like that in front of someone— To have sex with them, it makes your stomach turn. And, at the same time, hot tears burn at the corner of your eyes. You wish that you weren't like this too, sometimes, but what can you do about it? The alcohol has loosened your tongue. "I don't like to have sex, so why should I pay someone else for the honour of being touched by them?!"

You grit your teeth, eyes burning holes in the counter in front of you. This sucks. This is genuinely just horrible. Before the tears have a chance to spill past your cheeks, or you manage to make an even bigger fool of yourself, you stumble your way off the chair and up in the direction of your room. If anyone had told you anything, it would've been hard for the noise to get through passed your plugged ears. You can't shake the feeling that you're being followed and wriggle your ears as you pull your claws from them.

Still, the only thing you can think of, for now, is to get the hell out of there. You use your newly freed hands to wipe away at the corners of your eyes. You'll cry in the relative safety of your room. It's only when you've arrived at your door that you whip around, bringing you face to face with Hazbin Hotel's most infamous employee— The Radio Demon.

He's smiling, as usual, the quirk of his mouth revealing a glint of yellowed teeth. Alastor's pupils are narrowed into slits. The red, metal ferrule of his cane taps against the floor. He tilts his head at you.

"You are aware that it's quite rude to keep a caller waiting, yes?" You absolutely do not have the energy to deal with this. Why has he decided to cast his eye upon you now, at all times? You haven't been 'worthy' of his attention for even a moment prior. "But, I suppose you may be allowed a bit of leniency… That fellow can be quite a drag!"

You have no idea what he's getting at. If it weren't for the alcohol active in your system, you might've been left unable to speak at all. Right now, you want nothing more than to crash into your bed and sleep until you won't wake up without being even slightly hungover.

"Look, um, I was going to head to bed," you say, still teetering on the edge of an apology. Your mouth opens in a jaw and you barely cover it with your hand. "I probably can't help you much right now. Maybe Charlie—"

"Oh, no, no," Alastor intercepts with a shake of his head. "Dear, if I needed anyone else, I would have simply gone to them! No, you've caught my attention today, with your short-lived little speech down at the bar." He takes a step forward. You don't have the chance to move back before his fingers have invaded your space in a flash, wiping away imaginary tears still lingering near your eyes. You flinch after his arm has already retreated.

"That was…" You swallow. You're inebriated, but not far enough gone not to feel any shame about that moment already. "Well. Not great." You slump against the wall next to you. Alastor's eyes meticulously follow your every movement, and you soon find yourself straightening once again.

"Not great in the moment, perhaps," he acquiesces. "But I do believe there is potential for an agreement there between us. You see, much like you, I suffer from a similar… Ailment, shall we say, every month, like clockwork." You're left too speechless to interfere. Whatever direction you had anticipated this conversation to take, it had not been this.

"Much like you, I am not interested in the regular 'relief services' provided by the masses. I want it to be done with as soon as possible. In that respect, I suspect we have a shared interest. Objectively speaking, you are also more attractive than whoever is offering themselves up for a dollar and a dime." A beat of silence falls, the noise of static once again increases. "That was a compliment."

"T-thank you," you stammer, mind still struggling to catch up. It's like you've simultaneously sobered up and gotten even more confused. "So, if I understand correctly… You're saying we should have sex."

"That's how you could choose to describe it, yes. Only as a means to make both our lives a little bit easier. When I heard you express yourself earlier… Well, I would not have used the same phrasing, but I believe our feelings are much aligned! Always the perfect grounds for a fruitful agreement."

"I'm not… I'm not interested in making any kind of official deal," you tell him. One look at Husk turned you off the idea forever. It certainly hasn't done him any favours.

You've heard far too many horror stories about deals in hell gone wrong. In misheard conversations, or illegible fine print— You have no desire to find out that you've accidentally sold your soul to a demon as infamous as Alastor, relegated to being a cautionary tale for centuries to come. Though you will admit that the idea of easier heats is appealing.

"I don't think any kind of 'deal' is necessary in this case, my dear," Alastor says, looking down at his nails and flexing his fingers. "My reasons are clearly laid out, whatever you make of them. You wouldn't lose anything from it— Really, I'm being very hospitable right now, ha!"

Your mind chugs away. Perhaps it's the alcohol clouding your judgement, but it doesn't all sound so horrible, given the right circumstances. Charlie already knows of your heats, you could inform her of this, too. If she thought anything was up, you're sure the Princess of Hell wouldn't hesitate to burst in and help, embarrassing as it might be for you. That's simply the kind of person she is. Beyond that, powerful as he may be, Alastor is still incapable of killing you.

Your mouth is forming the words before you've completely thought them through. "I want it to be here, in the hotel. And if I hate it… Then we'll never do it again."

"Yes, yes, certainly. But it will be my room," Alastor counters. "Nowhere else."

This takes away from your idea of familiar ground, as you've never been inside there before, but it still feels safe enough. You nod, sealing your fate. Even without a tangible deal in place, you're certain that Alastor will hold you to your word.

Afterwards, the whole conversation feels like nothing more than a fever dream. For a few days, you manage to fool yourself into thinking that none of it ever happened. That you'd passed out in bed and dreamed up the whole thing.

This delusion manages to last until Alastor presents you with a strip of pills, informing you that you are to take them in order to line up your little 'predicaments'. Neither of you wants to be in any coherent state of mind for your little deal, it seems. If suppressing your heat through pills like these didn't suck so much, you'd be doing it all the time. But, whether this is the only time you go through with this or not, you only have to go through all the side-effects once.

When Alastor's rut rolls around, you don't need to be told. You can smell it on the air. It sends your temperature spiking, leading your feet to the door of his room without even thinking about it. After putting off your heat with the medication, it seems to fog over your mind more than ever before.

You lean against the frame of the door. Lifting your hand to knock on it brings the sensation of moving through sludge. Everything is so heavy, so difficult. Feverish heat pools in between your legs and soaks through your clothing. The fabric is clammy against your fur.

Your hand barely brushes against the door before it's yanked open. The world around you upturns at once, sending you crashing to the floor. Instead of your face meeting wood, you're caught in… Something. It's long, dark and a little transparent. Through it, your own skin and clothes are still visible. Following the tendril to its source, you find Alastor.

In the back of your mind, a little square untouched by your heat, you'd been worried about how this was supposed to go. What would you even say, would you have to make some kind of awkward small talk before you have sex with each other? That had seemed about as dreadful to you as the act itself. The dancing around the subject until neither of you would be able to control yourself anymore.

Alastor doesn't look like he'd be capable of such politeness or niceties right now. His bow tie is skewed around his neck, one of his gloves missing. His clawed hand, covered in gray fur, slowly clenches and relaxes again. The coat that he's wearing is more tattered than before. There are gashes left in it, around the bottom.

None of that is even mentioning his expression. His smile is stretched wide enough to look painful, a little spit gathered at the corners of his mouth. The pupils are deep, dark puddles you could drown in.

In your hours worrying about the logistics, awkwardness, and shame you had never once considered exactly what you would be in for, here. Alastor is dangerous, he's repulsed by sex, possibly even more so than you, and forced to take part in something he loathes— What had you been expecting? There is no lust there, but he looks ready to devour you whole.

"You kept me waiting," he tells you, every word strained out through grit, yellowed fangs.

You do not get the chance to respond. Entangled in his shadow, he drags you in through the entrance of his room, the door slamming shut behind you. Fear has doused your heat with a bucket of cold water and you let out a short-cut scream as you're dragged into his dark room, a glittering expanse of stars above you.

As you hang suspended in the air for a moment, the full expanse of his room sprawls before you. It smells of dirt and grass, with actual trees growing inside of it. Somewhere in the back, a bush rustles, and the thought flashes through your mind that he keeps other things in here.

"You'd do well not to be distracted," Alastor tells you, something still uncanny about his voice. His mouth opens ever so slightly, this time. A dark, uneven tongue momentarily darts past his lips.

You wish you could say something, anything. But every muscle in your body is tensed up, constricting even your throat. The walls of the expansive room seem to be closing in on you. You cannot actually, permanently, die in Hell by Alastor's mind, you tell yourself. But repeating this over and over again does nothing to soothe your nerves.

You're brought down to the ground, dropped in soft, wet clay next to a small pond in the room. You hit the floor with a wet smack that is anything but gentle. The wind is knocked out of you and you wheeze in a breath, the contents of your stomach sloshing around inside of you. Your nose is clogged with the smell of dirt and still water, reeds rustling as your fingers claw around in the mud in an attempt to get up.

Once again, all of your limbs are pinned down with tendrils and, in a flash, Alastor is on top of you. His hands roam over the lower parts of your body and, at the almost-gentle touch, your mind is starting to turn to slush again at the knowledge you'll have sex soon. Heats are truly incapacitating and, even with the smell of the pond and mud, Alastor's pheromones hang thick in the air. It's a scent that has your face scrunching up, metallic and sharp.

Your bones still echo with pain in response to the smack you made. "This isn't what we agreed to," you manage to force out, your body trembling.

Continuing on from touching, his claws have started to cut through what little clothing you're wearing on your lower half. Anything above your hips is left untouched. At one point, the nail catches on your skin and you jump.

"We would relieve each other's heats, in part with sex," Alastor says, the corners of his mouth trembling. With both of his hands yanking away the scraps of your clothing, you finally realise what is so wrong about his voice: It's raw, unfiltered through the usual filter of his microphone. "Other than that, I do not think we made any agreements that I could break. I cannot hurt you. Permanently, that is. If, in my 'excitement', I leave a little damage… I hope you'll accept any advance apology for that."

A thick string of drool slides through the gaps in between his teeth and drips down onto your chest, darkening the fabric. Your heart is racing and your head is rolling around the floor, multiple overlapping parts of you screaming over each other— Self-preservation, fear, shame, disgust, but there is nothing you can do about any of it.

Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut, imagining yourself in the comfort of your nest, cooped up in your room, anywhere more comfortable than here. Oh, right now, how you could wish that you could turn off your rational mind completely. The opportunity soon presents yourself as your thighs are nudged apart and you open your eyes just in time to see the tip of Alastor's cock nearing your entrance. Other than pulling his clothes a bit to the side, he hasn't shed anything.

A loud, guttural noise is ripped from your throat as he forces himself inside of you, cramming as much of his cock in your slick hole as he can in a single movement. No matter how sex-ready your body might be because of your heat, that doesn't make it comfortable. There are no slow grinds to loosen up your insides and get you used to the movement. If there are any tears, at least they'll be healed by the time he's done with you. Mud is caked thick underneath your nails and the tears dripping down your face add to the softness of the mud.

(you asked for this and you agreed to this but this is nothing like what you expected, what you wanted, and it is simultaneously worse and better. because you would have never wanted him to touch or caress you like a lover but, right now, you feel no better than a piece of meat.)

But when you open your mouth, as much as you want to scream or cuss him out, all that leaves your lips is a whiny, needy noise thanks to your heat. Your pussy has stretched out to fit him and the pain is gone. In response to your noises, your pheromones that must be filling the air, Alastor shows no response. Not even a twitch of his ears or nose. Instead, all that he busies himself with is the same, selfish thrusts, rapid and purely chasing his own pleasure.

If you weren't high on hormones, none of this would've felt remotely good. Now, though, with the pain ebbing away bliss takes it place, shooting through your limbs every time his hips meet yours with a smack. Your hand sneaks in between your legs and you rub vigorously at your engorged clit. The consequences of doing such a thing with hands so dirty as yours is something for the you of tomorrow to worry about. Aided by your hand, you cum in no time at all, walls spasming around his cock.

It's the first time Alastor lets out a noise other than his heavy panting. At your pussy clenching around him, trying to milk him, he lets out a groan. More spit drips down on your chest and, finally, you look up at his face once again. For a little while, he'd been nothing but a set of thrusting hips to you, too focused on the pain and the intrusion to remember who he is, what he is.

When you do, you wish you hadn't looked. His composure has only crumbled further. His smile has spread wide enough that his lips have started to curl in on himself, a little blood clinging to his lips from where his teeth cut through his bottom lip. He's pounding into you at a pace that has become bruising and, at this point, you can't imagine it feels good for him either. Your mouth hangs half open, a constant stream of little noises leaving your mouth.

Your orgasm has washed away the worst of your heat. With the increased clarity of mind, your stomach twists and turns and, once again, you close your eyes. The sensations are too much, the knowledge of the fact that you're having sex with someone you don't even like, platonically or romantically, digging gashes in your mental state. You should've never agreed to this. Your heat had egged you on to go here, but you'd taken those pills all those days. (In a little corner of your mind, perhaps you'd told yourself that it'd be worse if he forced himself on you when his rut rolled around and you weren't in heat.)

You listen to the ceaseless rustling of the plants at the edge of the pond and feel yourself retreating into the back of your head, trying to forget the rest of your body. You're a little thing huddled in the back of your head, gazing out at the world through your skull, and nothing else is attached to you, that is all that you are.

With another snap of his hips, Alastor finishes inside of you, spurt after spurt of cum filling you up. You let out a long, shuddering sigh. The sloppy thrusts, the gasps for air and the rolling of his eyes are all indicators that this is about to come to an end— A heat relief service indeed, but at what cost? You'll have to avoid him like the plague for the rest of your stay here, that's for sure.

You crack open your eyes. You are greeted with the sight of Alastor's mouth opening for the first time, teeth seeming longer than ever, saliva almost literally pouring down on you. Alastor is past all point of reason, panting so hard it leaves clouds in the air. A rumbling, like the growling of someone's stomach, reaches your ears. Before you can move even a muscle, he strikes.

His fangs sink down into the meat of your shoulder, tearing through the fabric of your shirt as if it were mere paper. You scream so hard your throat erupts in pain, violently bucking against the tendrils still holding you down. With every twitch of your muscles, they seem to solidify further. His tongue slathers the broken skin and torn muscle as you wheeze in a breath, tears and snot running down your face.

Alastor's cock has hardened inside you once again. It seems that he's satisfying two hungers at once, now. Black spots dance across your vision. Even if you can't die permanently, you seem to have a painful road ahead of you; until he's had his fill, that is.

[nelumbonuciferagaertn]

Hello! I just read your foey x reader and it was amazing so was wondering if you could do another doey x reader but the player is the reader if that's ok with you. And in it the toys escape and they live in their house. It was raining and the player goes back to the house and has a fever but refuses treatment and doey has to try and take care of them.

I don't mind if you don't like it but I hope you read this and I also have a question about what are your boundaries on your blog?

Sorry this was so long have a good day/night 🙂🙃

Doey (Poppy Playtime) x reader

Warning: Slight self-doubt, slight evocation of trauma

Relationship: Romantic with Doey, platonic/family with the other toys (such as Poppy, Kissy, Smiling critters)

Summary: The player get sick and Doey take care of them/him/her.

Notes: Your idea was just so sweet I couldn't refuse it <3. However, I changed some details. For example, the reader in my story accepts Doey's treatment after a little while. Speaking of the reader, I tried to write them as the player, as requested, but due to the fact that I am new in the fandom, I don't know if I succeeded. Moreover, I think I don't focus enough about the caring, so maybe I will write it again or do a rest, or perhaps I'll right a sick reader with an other character... Don't know. Anyway, I hope you won't be disappointed!

(I will do a post about the rules for the asking message later, good idea!)

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You get into your car, the tiredness weighing on you. Before starting the engine, you look up at the stars to calm yourself. It was a hard day—talking to reporters about your adventure in the ex-factory, the experiments they performed on children, how you freed every survivor, and all that stuff. You put yourself through it because you want justice! (And maybe some benefits for the toys who live in your home now—money doesn't grow on trees.)

You start the car and drive toward your home—or at least that's what you hoped, because after 5 minutes, you crash into something, forcing you to stop the vehicle at the roadside so as not to block traffic. You get out of the car to assess the situation. Your tire is completely burst. Awesome! That means your only chance of getting home is on foot.

You had barely started walking when you felt a drop of water hit your forehead. Raising your head, you wonder if it came from a cloud or a streetlamp still wet from the night before—until you hear thunder rolling across the sky. The rain and storm aren't exactly comforting, but your house is less than two kilometers away, taking nearly 24 minutes to reach. You tell yourself you could do it in 12 if you run. So, you run for the first 8 minutes, then you're too tired to continue. Maybe you’ve let yourself go a little too much since you left the factory.

It's at that moment someone calls out to you. You don’t recognize the woman making sweeping gestures from the other side of the street. You stop, breathing heavily, as the girl crosses over to stand in front of you, so close you’re both under her umbrella, protecting you.

"Hello! Sorry to interrupt, but I saw you on the news and I just wanted to say what you did was crazy, but, you know, in a good way."

ou start to say thank you, but she continues almost immediately:

"And about the people you saved, will we see them more? Are they well integrated? Is their mental health okay? If not, I know someone who helped me a lot. I have his number, just wait a moment."

She rummages through her bag and pulls out a small piece of paper, placing it directly into your left hand. The contact makes you a little uncomfortable. "Sorry to interrupt. I hope I helped you. Have a nice day—or, well, maybe more like a nice night."

You look at the paper. A name, profession, and phone number are scribbled on it like the writer was in a hurry. The woman was... something. She wasn't mean, but something about her made you uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fact that she knew who you were, or her tireless way of talking—or perhaps the unexpected contact. You don’t know. But you decide to continue your way, walking now, despite the rain still pouring just as strongly as before.

When you finally get home, you were soaked to the bone. You drag yourself into the alley and are reaching for your keys when the door suddenly opens, revealing Doey.

"Welcome home pal! Why are you so wet, didn't you have a car? Whatever, come in."

He moves aside to let you in.

"I made dinner for the others. They left you some. Go eat, I’ll run you a bath."

Your day had been bad—until now. You give him a grateful look before carrying out his instructions. In the fridge, there are several types of meals—a wide selection to choose from. You pick your favorite among them. You eat quickly, eager to enjoy your hot bath.

When you arrive at the bathroom, you see the dough man adding some bath petals. This simple action makes your heart melt. Noticing you, he turns toward you and gestures toward the warm bath with a “Ta-dah!”, his big smiling mouth beaming.

You give him a grateful look and resist the urge to hug him. A small “thank you” and a little cough escape from your own mouth. "You're welcome, pal! Relax in the bath—you’ve worked hard for us." He leaves, letting you enjoy your soak.

You quickly remove your drenched clothes and toss them into the laundry basket. The woman’s paper, which you had shoved into your vest pocket, crumples, reminding you of its existence. You place it on the sink and cover your mouth with a hand as you cough. Then, you wipe yourself off with a damp towel, careful not to dirty the water Doey had lovingly prepared.

As he said, you get into the bathtub and relax. Your mind drifts between topics until your eyes fall on the piece of paper. The woman was weird, but she had a point—you didn’t even think of taking the others to see a psychiatrist. They really need it. Regret creeping in, you dip your head lower into the water, blowing bubbles with your mouth. You promise yourself you’ll look into it. Not now, it’s late, but maybe tomorrow? You have work, but you can take part of your lunch break to do a Google search. Snot is running from your nose, luckily you keep a stash of tissues right next to the bathtub.

You stayed in the bath nearly an hour. When you get out, your throat feels sore. You hope you haven’t caught something... That woman wasn’t sick, right?

Quietly—‘cause everyone else is sleeping and you don’t want to wake them—you go to your room. Already wearing your pajamas, you collapse into bed like a slime and fall asleep in the arms of Morpheus.

When you regain consciousness, you feel bad. Really bad. Your head hurts, your throat does the same thing, you feel tired and your nose is Niagara Falls. Yet you have to go to work. Plus, you have an interview about the experiment in the old factory. You concentrate all your strength on getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

As usual, Doey is already up, making breakfast. Poppy is here too, helping him. You know she’s an early riser, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen her help him before, or perhaps you didn't pay attention.

Poppy was the first to notice you. She greets you, and you try to respond—but a coughing fit cuts you off. They both turn toward you.

"«Are you alright?" They ask in unison.

You give a thumbs-up, one hand bracing against the table. As you lean over, you hear someone, the doll, approaching. She helps you sit on a chair, and in return, you help her onto the table.

“You seem weak today. Are you sick?” The little woman says.

"I wouldn't be surprised. You came home soaked yesterday." The big man adds, Doey adds, setting your breakfast down and cutlery in front of you.

You shake your head while eating, trying to deny their claims.

“Even if I am sick, I have interviews. I can’t take a day off.” you croak.

“I’ll go for you!” Poppy says brightly.

what.

"What."

“They’ll ask about the factory. As someone who was experimented on, I can explain better than you. No offense, but you just read the memos.”

"Ok, maybe, but what about my work?"

“Sick leave exists for a reason.” she insists.

"But I can't let you go alone —"

“Kissy will come with me. We’ve been through worse.” She points the tall pink toy you noticed now. She just woke up you tell yourself, emphasizing her tired look

“No, I can’t let you take my responsibilities.”

After a while, while Doey prepares the table soon and, you have eaten just the half of your plate.. Eventually, while Doey sets the table for the other toys who will wake up very soon and give to Kissy her plate, you’ve only eaten half of yours. You’re just not hungry.

“See? You didn’t even finish. You’re definitely sick.” Doey says, clearly worried but a bit annoyed too.

Your pride kicks in. You try to prove you’re fine—stand up, take a few steps toward the coat rack… and collapse when you were at two pace of your objective.

Fortunately, Doey was here to catch you just in time, following your shaky gait. He carries you like a bride.

“You really need—humph?!”

You push his head back with both hands stretched out towards his face (old habit) and move yours away as far as possible, in defiance and, a little, out of embarrassment. Bothering him, he sighs and adjusts his hold, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes You squirm, but he keeps a firm grip on your ankle—not tight enough to hurt, just enough to hold you still.

He takes you to your room where he sets you down gently on your bed. Despite your headache sit up, determined to argue but he presses his yellow index on your forehead and use a little strength to push you on your bed a second tim lightly pushes you back down. Tired, you don't protest this time, letting him cover yourself with your blanket.

"Stay here, I'll get you some medicine."

You’re still unsure, but your aching throat and head are convincing. Thus, you stay.

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep again. When you wake, the Smiling Critters are all curled up around you—on your pillow, at your feet, on the covers. It’s adorable. Suddenly, your stomach groans to warn you are hungry, waking up the toys around you.

The first to stir up was a unicorn. Odd Ed if you well remember. He looks at you and say:

"Oh! You're awake. I'll tell Doey!"

You try to protest, but he’s already gone. You were sighting in defeat whereas the little guy comes in your room again.

"He'll bring food and meds."

After hugging you one by one to wish you a speedy recovery, every little toys leave you room while Doey enter in, letting both of you all alone.

“Hey again, pal! I brought cough syrup, soup, and tea to soothe your throat.”

"But... What time is it? Did I miss the interview?!" you ask, voice hoarse.

You think he is start to loose his patience because you see red teeth appear, his eyes narrow, and his expression darkens slightly.

“You’re sick. You need rest. Work can wait.”

You prefer not argument more. Seeing you surrende, he becomes chill again and drops off the tray he bringed to you. A warm soup, a hot tea, a throat syrup and a product to unblock the nose were waiting to be used. You admit even if you slept nearly five hours more than usual, you are exhausted. Thus, you decide to not protest again and let your pal takes care of you.

He sits where were your feet while you bring your knees towards your chest.

“Here, some meds to ease the pain and I made soup with leftover veggies.”

You tilt your head, asking how he knows how to make soup. And somehow, he understands you. In fact, the majority of the toys you saved understand you even if you don't talk too much. However, it's different with him, you think. He has a grasp of you with even more ease. It's like a link between both of you. Or maybe that's just a hallucination of your beloved drugged mind.

Before answering you, he pulls a spoon out of nowhere, dips it into the soup, and then guides it towards your mouth. Your head is turning red, but you accept the bite by opening your mouth. While guiding the spoon directly to you, extending his arms, he answers your quiet question:

“Since we’re not recognized as citizens yet, we can’t work. So we take care of the house instead. You shelter and feed us, this is how we repay you. Honestly? I’m kinda glad you got sick, so I can take care of you for once!” He laughs softly.

You smile, but guilt creeps in.

“We”? So the others have the same way of speaking? But, you’re not as saintly as he explains. You literally didn't take them to see a shrink! The soup is really good, by the way, it warms your injured throat, you say to yourself.

“You make me sound perfect, but I’m not… I don't offer you a castle. My apartment is so small that you share two rooms for twenty-eight. A-And-..." A coughing fit stops you in your tracks.

Doey comes near to you and runs his hand over your back kindly, drawing circles on it. When you calm yourself, he starts to reassure you.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, you're doing great!"

"But-" You start to stutter, tears welling up in your eyes. You continue after wiping snot from your nose.

"But I didn't try to keep your mental health stable!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I didn't seek a psychiatrist for you despite all the horrible things that the scientists inflicted on you."

Doey was perplexed hearing your words. He hesitates a moment, looking elsewhere, and finally said:

“It’s true. We’re still healing. But you’ve made life easier. You’ve given us hope, believe me.”

He pulls you into a hug, and you return it.

"Seems we aren't the only ones who need a therapy session!" He giggles, relaxing the atmosphere.

You laugh, sniffling.

"Yeah, you definitely have trauma, but you’re not the only one... The factory was literally hell!"

Time passes quietly. Eventually, you fall asleep in his arms. Doey lays you down gently, covers you, checks your temperature—it’s gone down. He opens the window for fresh air, then quietly leaves, closing the door behind him.

You both needed that moment and you’re grateful for each other.

[mellowyellow236]

APT by rosé and bruno mars has been looping like crazy in my head so can i request for reader vibing to the song with the first years? Platonic or romantic is uty but this song just feels like it'll be so fun to scream and dance to with friends

Thank you so much for requesting!! ~80 words per character/drabble. Sorry it’s so short, I couldn’t figure out how to extend it without repeating the same words/phrases a lot. :(

The First Years Dancing (To APT) With Yuu/The Reader!

Ace Trapolla -

Ace and you were jumping around in your room, screaming your lungs out. Laughing, dancing, and running around, hair a mess and the hem of his shirt untucked. He laughed, jumping onto your bed with you, holding your hands. He spun you around, picking you up for a moment. He moves your hands together to his face, scream-singing “RED HEARTS, RED HEARTS, THAT’S WHAT I’M OOO-ON~!” He giggles, smiling wide and spinning around, bouncing on your bed together. “COME GIVE ME SOMETHING I CAN FEEL! OOH-OH-OOOOHH~!”

Deuce Spade -

Deuce spun around, holding a wooden spoon in his hands, the larger end held up to his mouth. “KISSY FACE, KISSY FACE! SENT TO YOUR PHO-OONE, BUT!” He laughed, as you slapped his hand back into the cake batter, trying to get him to mix again. “I’M TRYIN’ TO KISS YOUR LIPS FOR RE-AL~! RE-AL~!” He hip-checked you, getting some dough on your apron but happily laughing when you plucked it off and smeared some onto his nose.

Jack Howl -

Jack smiled at you, spinning you around to get you away from a near accident with the catus in his room. “DON’T YOU WANT ME LIKE I WANT YOU- BA~BY?!” You scream-sang, as he went along with you, softer but laughing all the same. “DON’T YOU NEED ME LIKE I NEED YOU~ NOW-OW!” He rose in volume with you, moving you a bit further away from him before pulling you close again. Not a very good dance, but a fun one to have with friends nonetheless.

Epel Felmeir -

Epel “SLEEP TOMORROW’, BUT TO-NIGHT, GOING CRA-AZY~!” You sang, his accent coming more as he grew more excited, giving you a ride on his broom as you blasted music. “ALL YA GOTTA DO IS MEET ME AT THE-” He took your hands, swaying them back and forth with the object in the air, “아파트, 아파트, 아파트-” He spun around the broom a few times, laughing as you nearly fell off and he had to hold you tighter. “Uh- Uh- Oooooh!”

Ortho Shroud -

Ortho couldn’t technically sing, but he could play the back of track for you to do so. A little call and response between the two of you, his robotic voice reaching as the “IT’S WHATEVER~!” You say, “Whatever!” He called, the backup to your proformance but still happy to do so. “YOU LIIIIIIKKE!” “WOO!” He screamed back much louder, starling you a bit with the noise before quickly returning to your laughter and song, this time with him playing the track with both his speakers and voice.

Sebek Zigvolt -

���HEY, SO NOW YOU KNOW THE GAME- ARE YOU RE-DAY?” You cried, and Sebek, who didn’t quite understand the human concept of screaming along to music responded in his usual fashion. “YES, HUMAN, I AM!” You laughed, patting his head and shaking your own. “CAUSE I’M COMING TO GET YA! GET YA! GET YA~!” He nodded, spinning you around and dipping you low. “VERY WELL, HUMAN! BUT IF THIS GAME CAUSES YOU ONE TO GET THE OTHER, I WILL SURELY BE THE VICTORIOUS ONE!”

[daydreamingqueen1]

Puppy eyes

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU! Reader (can be seen as platonic too)

Warnings: none. fluff, spencer being a bit of a germaphobe, no y/n, pretty sure is gn reader too

Summary: Spencer Reid vs puppy, need I say more

Word count: 1.3k

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It's the best day ever.

Your day had started pretty normal to be honest, you would even say it was kind of shitty since you had missed the subway you usually took for your daily commute to the BAU.

But, as wiser people say: Everything happens for a reason.

Because as you are making your way to work, your ears catch the soft sound of a creature whimpering. Trying to find the source, you give a couple tentative steps with your head turning from left to right like you are a hunting hound.

Ironically, behind the decorative bushes that surround the FBI building entrance, you find the origin of the sound.

It's not a hound but it's close enough. It's a puppy.

A beautiful, chocolate spotted puppy.

"Oh my god, sweetie, come here!" you gush automatically, your hand extending gently to reach for the animal currently crying between the bushes and the wall.

The adorable puppy looks up at you a bit hesitant at first, big brown eyes meeting yours. It gives a sniff to the air, checking the scent of your palm from afar, you almost squeal from how cute it looks.

Then it wags its tail.

You make kissy noises to coax him closer, your voice getting two tones higher, "Come here puppy!"

It works because soon enough it walks out of its hiding spot and nuzzles into your palm eagerly, tail wagging from side to side.

You practically lunge to grab the poor thing, "Look at you! You are so cute!"

The puppy doesn't seem to mind your cuteness aggression though, its fluffy body melting on your arms when you scratch behind its long ears, "You're coming home with me."

Best day ever.

But you can't just ignore your responsibilities and walk back home to stay with it, and it wouldn't be sensible to leave such a young puppy alone in your apartment either.

So you do the next most reasonable thing.

Your smile almost takes up your whole face when you walk out of the elevator with the puppy in your arms.

Penelope spots you first, immediately dropping the files on her hands on a random desk to come rushing to you, "Oh my god! Oh my god! It's that a puppy my eyes are seeing?!"

You giggle, pretty much vibrating with joy at this point, "Yes, isn't it the cutest thing ever?"

"Aww, my heart can't deal with this!" she cries, hands fanning herself dramatically.

"Where did you get it?" Prentiss chirps in, hers and almost every other head in the bullpen looking up from their desk to look at you. Well, at the puppy.

You keep walking into the office with Garcia looming all over you, "It was crying outside. This little thing was all alone in the bushes."

A hoard of agents are suddenly surrounding you, eager to get a closer look.

"You'll have to look if it belongs to someone," Morgan says, which makes you instantly pout.

"It doesn't have a collar, idiot," Emily argues quickly, "Such a profiler you are."

"I wanna keep it," you smile brightly, "I think it's a boy."

You turn the puppy onto it's back.

"Yep, definitely a boy," Morgan chuckles, he attempts to pet its head but the creature recoils in your arms, clearly overwhelmed at the amount of people.

Noticing the puppy is a bit scared, you pull back from the crowd, only then you notice a certain agent who remains seated on his desk.

“Don't you want to see it, Spencer?” you ask eagerly.

He shakes his head, his body leaning away slightly, “I can see it from right here, don't worry.”

“Oh, come on Reid, don't tell me you are afraid of dogs,” Derek never loses a chance to tease him.

Spencer gives him a flat look, “I'm not scared of dogs, I’m just aware of the amount of diseases they can transmit to humans.”

You tsk your tongue. “But he's so cute, and it doesn't look like it has rabies or anything,” you look down at the dog while approaching his desk, talking directly at it with a baby voice, “Tell me, do you have rabies, little puppy?”

It just stares blankly at you. Proof enough. “See?”

Spencer, ever the statistics expert, begins his rant, “Well, actually, rabies is not the most common disease dogs can carry, nor the only one. Illnesses that pass between animals and humans are known as zoonotic diseases and a 2007 study based in Finland shows that noroviruses are one of the leading causes of diarrheal diseases among people of all age groups and that these can survive in dogs and be passed along to– Please don't get that thing any closer.”

You chuckle at the panic look Spencer gives you when you reach his side. Truthfully, you aren't going to make him touch the puppy if he's uncomfortable with it, but a little bit of teasing is at the order of the day, “Oh, really? Come on, holding it for a second won't kill you.”

You pull the puppy up next to your face and give him your best puppy eyes, mimicking talking as the puppy, “Please? Am I not cute enough to pet?”

Spencer gives you a long look, “Yes, very cute.”

Forcing down your blush, you extend the puppy to him, “Then pet it.”

He presses his lips in a line, his hands coming up defensively as he rolls backwards on his office chair, “I think I'll pass.”

You chuckle and are about to back off when the puppy squirms in your arms, leaping out from your hands.

The scene unfolds in front of your eyes almost in slow motion. You watch how the pup flies in the air, its short body extended as a superhero.

Spencer catches it, thank god.

“Oh, no,” he squeaks when he realizes what he's done, holding the puppy as if it were about to explode, panickedly starting to name every possible disease, “Pasteurella, Salmonella, Brucella, Yersinia enterocolitica, Leptospira–”

His alarmed ramble gets interrupted by the enthusiastic puppy licking up his cheek.

You freeze for a moment, expecting him to die from a heart attack.

Spencer giggles.

“It's giving me kisses,” his face scrunches up adorably at the onslaught of affection, “It tickles, buddy.”

You can't help the relieved laugh that escapes your lips, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm going to have to wash my face with antibacterial soap though,” he chuckles as he puts the puppy down on his lap, away from further kisses.

Oh, and you've just fucked up so bad because your heart gets squeezed inside your chest at the endering sight of Spencer and the puppy staring at each other.

“You are right, he's cute,” Spencer turns to smile at you, the animal's tail wagging incessantly.

You fucked up good.

“Aww, look at you two,” Penelope says excitedly, “It even looks like you, Reid!”

Your gaze shifts back and forth from your coworker to the creature on his lap. Penelope has a point, you can kind of see the resemblance. The puppy has long ears with soft, brown curls covering them that look similar to Spencer's long hair. The cute, hazel puppy dog eyes go without saying.

Morgan snorts, “Babygirl, you are right, it kind of looks like the kid.”

You pick up the puppy and smile, “Seems like I got myself my own mini Doctor Reid,”

Spencer is about to say something back when Hotch’s office opens, both him and Rossi entering the bullpen.

“Agent, please tell me that's not a dog you have there.” Hotch gives you a stern look.

“It is not, sir,” you answer, smiling apologetically and holding the puppy closer against your chest.

He sighs, shaking his head. “Everyone to the meeting room, we've got a case.”

The puppy lets out a tiny bark, and you make your way to the meeting room before Hotch can tell you anything else.

Spencer sits next to you on the round table and whispers against your ear as everyone is filling in, “I'll help you take care of little Doc here if you decide to keep him.”

Not even the gruesome details of the case are enough to sour your mood.

Best day ever.

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yep, this was inspired by all of the MGG pictures with puppies. I am weak.

leave me a prompt if you want!

reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

hope ya liked it, byebye

My masterlist

[queenbee298]

Can you do a platonic Doey x reader where they're playing hide and seek with all the toys, but when Doey find the reader he gets a little creepy because he couldn't find them anywhere and panicked a bit? (I'm thinking back to the concept art specifically)

Thank you for clearing up the request. Now that’s get started. Request #13

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You and all the toys were inside playing hide and seek. Doey was seeking. As he began to count in the corner of the living room, you all ran to hide.

You had a very special hiding place you knew no one would find you. During your time in the factory, you learned how to hide yourself from danger. Or in this case, the seeker, Doey.

You were also planning something just in mind for him.

Doey: “Ready or not, here I come!”

Doey walked around the living room, he heard little giggles for the couch.

He lifted the couch to see Catnap and Mini Dogday under the couch.

Doey: “Found you!”

Dogday and Catnap: “Aww..”

Dogday and Catnap followed Doey as he continued to find the others.

They entered the kitchen. As they looked for someone, the sound of crunching came for the cabinets.

Doey opened it to see Picky Piggy hiding and eating some chips.

Doey: “Found you!”

Catnap: “You couldn’t wait until after the game to eat?”

Picky Piggy: “And you couldn’t have hid in the most obvious place in the house?”

Catnap: “Touché.”

Doey: “Okay, you two let’s find the others.”

Doey picked up Picky and went upstairs to look for everyone else.

As they were walking through the halls, Picky, Mini Dogday, and Catnap looked in the closet while Doey looked in the bathroom.

The mini critters opened the door and found Kissy.

Mini Dogday: “Found you!”

Kissy: >:(

Big Dogday: “Dang it!”

Catnap: “It’s okay, Kissy. Me and little Dogday were found first.”

Picky Piggy: “Hey, Doey! We found Kissy!”

Doey: “Great!”

Doey was in the bathroom looking for someone. He noticed the shower curtains were closed and when he opened them, he found Poppy in the tub.

Doey: “Found you!”

Poppy: “Dang it! Well, who else did you find.”

Doey: “Catnap, little Dogday, big Dogday, Picky, and Kissy.”

Poppy: “So all that’s left are Yarnaby, Hoppy, Kickin, Bobby, Craftycorn, Bubba, and Angel.”

Poppy and Doey left the bathroom to finish the game.

They entered your bedroom to look for the others.

Poppy and the mini critters opened your closet to see no one.

Doey looked in your bathroom and there was nobody.

Big Dogday began sniffing the room and pointed to the bed.

Kissy looked under your bed to find Yarnaby and the rest of the smiling critters.

Big Dogday: “Found you all.”

Kissy let out a screech to tell everyone she found the others.

Poppy: “Okay, now we just need to find Angel.”

The others checked to see if you were outside, but no one found you.

Doey: “Did you guys find Mom/Dad?”

Kissy: “Nope.”

Mini Critters: “No.”

Poppy: “Maybe they’re hiding inside the house.”

They continued looking, but they didn’t find you.

Doey: “Still nothing?”

Poppy: “Nope. We don’t know where they went.”

Big Dogday: “It like they just vanished…”

They still were trying to figure out where you were. You took this as a chance to strike. You slowly creeped up behind Doey and then…

Doey: “Don’t panic, I’m sure they wouldn’t leave us like- EEKKK!!! AHHHH!!”

The toys heads turn to Doey to see why he screamed.

Poppy: “Doey, are you okay!?”

Doey: “AHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT! STOP IT! THAT TICKLES!”

Y/n: “HAHA, Revenge!”

Everyone looked to see you, tickling Doey’s sides.

Poppy: “ANGEL!?”

Doey: “AHAHAHA! PLEASE! NOT THERE! AHAHAHAHA!”

Y/n: “Where? Here? Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

You were tickling his belly, kneading his Doughy tummy. He fell on the floor and you continued the tickling.

You were getting him back for the coffee incident, when you two were playing tag and he tickled you. You stopped tickling Doey so he could catch his breath, but you weren’t done with him. The mini critters jumped to you.

Hoppy Hopscotch: “Mama/Papa!”

Catnap: “Where were you!?”

Y/n: “Hiding, of course!”

Bubba Bubbaphant: “But where? We couldn’t find you anywhere.”

Y/n: “Let’s just say when you’re trapped in an abandoned factory, running from blood thirsty monsters, you get good at hiding.”

Big Dogday: “You had us worried, Angel!”

Poppy: “That’s really impressive, Angel. I’m just glad you’re okay and didn’t leave.”

Kissy flopped her hand on your head and Yarnaby licked your face, happy you were here.

Y/n: “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” You said as you patted Yarnaby.

Doey: “I’m glad you’re here-AHHH!!”

Before he continued talking, you blew a raspberry on his belly. You weren’t done with him.

Doey: “AHAHAHAHA! MOM/DAD!! PLEASE!! IT TICKLES!! C’MON! NO MORE! AHAHAHAHAHA!”

You still continued to tickle him and the others were happy you were still with them.

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I hope you all enjoyed this story. It’s hard to write stories right now. I got a baby project for my parenting class 🥲. But I go on Spring break soon, so I’ll get to your ask. See you soon!

[icypenguin]

★~ Genshin mondstadt men cuddle headcanons!

HELLOOOOO TYSM FOR READING THE FONTAINE ONEEEE IM SORRY THIS TOOK QUITE A LONG TIME BUT WELL THERE ARE PRETTY MUCH CHARACTERS SO HEHED YEAH… BUT ANYWAYYY I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY SO PLEASE ENJOYYYYYY!

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★~ Kaeya: sometimes.. cuddling sessions can be a lot more. we all know he’s a flirty one, right? but anyway your cuddle sessions can’t always be predicted. as the calvary captain is always busy, you don’t know when he’s free. but every time he takes his day off, he would spend it with you! if you guys are lazy then well… the bed turns into your nest. he will tell stories of his every adventure and about his day too while you lay your head on his chest (your personal pillow) and your other hand holding his. he would caress your hand in a circling motion just like he is on your waist. he would whisper sweet things into your ear, perhaps he would nibble it as a suprise that would make you jump. on tiring days, you would make tea for the both of you infront of the fireplace. his head on your lap as you massage his head and shoulders. he would shower you with kisses after and you both will fall asleep.

★~ Diluc: xijhdoihwlks he’s literally a human-sized heater!!! i don’t think he’s much of a cuddly bear type but imagine sitting on his lap late at night when he just got him while drinking dandelion wine, your head on his shoulder and his hand caressing your waist!!!!!!!🤫🤫 ORRR cuddling him from behind while giving him a late night snack! then you would massage his head and shoulders. it will lure him to go to bed and cuddle more. on rainy nights, he would tuck you to bed and in the covers, he would keep you close with him. your head will be under his chin and your legs will get tagled. ofcourse, he wouldn’t forget the night routine of kissies before bed! he would kiss every inch of you body and sometimes it would tickle. in the end, he would kiss hand hands and each of your fingers while making promises of loving you.

★~ Albedo: well.. he is often to be in the mountains but that’s no excuse. if you ever visit him, he would invite you for a hot cocoa (or idk a hot drink) and you both will snuggle outside his lab, huddled in blankets, watching the snow fall from the sky to the ground. he would have his hand around you and your head on your shoulder. he would try to keep you as warm as possible, and that’s by giving cheesypickuplinesthatwouldmakeyoulikeatomato (as long as it works). sometimes, klee joins in and teases both of you. if he’s not in the mountains, you’ll cuddle with him while sightseeing. stargazing is one of his favourite too, you both will lay on the grass while connecting the stars above your head. he always manages to catch a heart pattern everytime you both do it together. he always holds your hand no matter what and he always kiss them as a bid for goodnight.

★~ Venti: cuddling by the windrise treeee! you will sit on the branch while eating an apple with venti as he talks about his day and other things. then you’ll go down and sit under the tree. venti would tell you to lay your head and you would, on his lap. he would play the lyre for you as you slumber off to sleep, then he would play with your hair before falling asleep as well. on late nights, the nights where none of you could sleep, you’ll cuddle on the hand of the anemo archon statue. he would bring apple for a late night snack and you’ll bring fuzzy blankets. there, you both will snuggle upon eachother while telling about your days or even stargazing. he would have his arms around your waist as you lay your head on his shoulder and his lay ontop of yours (basically snuggling or smt like that ehehe). he would crave for your warmth and you both will have a kiss count while dozing off to sleep. he would ofcourse play lullabies for you to sleep.

★~ Bennett (platonic): cuddle night with bennet is always warming. he’ll set up a bonfire where you both would snuggle by it with a thin blanket over your shoulders. he often lay his head on your shoulder or lap. and you would be there caressing his head. i feel like these nights would be a tough one for him. he would likely to tell you about his unlucky luck and how he’s sorry for everything he’s done (poor guy, pls hug him tightly :(. ) i honestly think he crave for warmth and the loving feeling by someone. to be in someone’s arms comfortably. he would trace doodles on your skin and you would do the same. on rainy days, you both will make a tent to shelter at and snuggle with eachother, trying to find the warm feeling. you both will intertwine hand to stay warm. you both will do the best to keep eachother warm. he would hold on to you tight, he’d never want to leave anyone’s hold. he loves affection, that’s all he needed.

★~ Razor (platonic): WOLFIEEEE HE WOULD BE RLLY FUZZYYYY ESPECIALLY HIS HAIRRRIJHDOJSNJKDNOJD you would want to cuddle with it all day long! it’s literally like a plushie! he would let you cuddle his hair or even combing it! in the night, you sometimes would have a sleepover with him (with the wolves in the wild wooohooo :D)! you guys (you both and the wolves) will snuggle up like baby wolves. all you could feel are their fur and razor’s fluffy hair! sometimes, you will cradle razor like a baby wolf :3 a fuzzy one. he would snuggle upon you just like he is snuggling with the other wolves! his favourite thing to do is to lay his head on ur tummy and play with your hair. sometimes you both will watch the sunset together by the cliff. he would tell you about his adventure with his wolf family while you both intertwined hands and your head on his shoulder (that’s covered with his hair).

★~ Mika (platonic): he might be a bit busy but he would always spare a time for you. you both love to watch the sunset and well as stargazing together on the cliff after a tiring day. although he would still be pretty shy and not that open, you assure him with affection. he would play with your hair while you trace some doodles on his arms. you would often poke his cheeks as you thought “it’s as squishy as a chewy dango”, and he would be all shy by it. but as a payback, he likes to boop your nose while making a random sound effect. he loves to hold you hand, it’s like his anxiety and worry got washed away and is replaced by happiness. you also like to lay your head on his shoulder as his face would be like a tomato and you always tease him for it. you both love telling how your day went and what you’re looking forward to for the future.

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THANKYOU FOR READINGGG IM SORRY IF THIS UM SUCKS.. BUT I HOPE U ALL ENJOYED THISS!!! ADVICES ARE ACCEPTED THANKYOUUU

[lilia-arts]

🐺 Werewolf pal.🐺

( Not a ship !!!!! Everything here is platonic/friendship. ; English is not my first language. ).

You were always mysterious.

Even when you worked at the Playtime factory, your colleagues always noticed how closed you were.

However, you had a secret.

You were a werewolf.

Every month you became a beast, a huge wolf, but not a bloodthirsty killer.

But you still tried to keep it a secret and therefore you don't let people know you closer .

Over the years, you learned to keep yourself under control, and even as an adult, your lycanthropy did not interfere with your life, but added difficulties.

And then one day you quit your job.

Not even suspecting what a nightmare would happen at the factory.

Many years later, you receive a letter, and you decide to return to your old job.

The factory was closed a long time ago.

Been in the factory for a while, you first encountered Huggy, then Mommy Long Legs and Catnap.

You had no idea that such terrible things were happening to children in the very depths of the factory, you slowly begin to wonder how you managed to work here and not know all this.

And you also began to be tormented by guilt.

Because, in fact, without knowing it, you participated in all this.

And now you are very below , or as Poppy called it, hell.

You have already managed to go through the prison and hear the doctor's voice, meet his pet Yarnaby, and see the scene of how Pianosaurus was killed by another experiment.

His name was Doey.

He showed you the way to Safe Haven, on the way you met Poppy and Kissy, the latter was in a deplorable state.

And you saw a small part of the prototype.

It was creepy...

All three of you got into the safe heaven.

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You left the room with the generator, and to tell you the truth, it was a little hard for you to concentrate on what Doey was saying, your head started to throb and his words were muffled, but you understood that you needed to get the omni hand.

You took a few more steps, and you felt your legs wobble and your head started to buzz.

And then it dawned on you.

Oh no...

You didn't look at the calendar when you went to the factory and you don't know how long you've been here in this godforsaken place.

But apparently it's evening or night now.

Whatever it is, you need to get out of here as soon as possible before it starts.

You took a few steps forward, your legs were shaking but you tried not to show that you were sick, but it seems to you that some of the inhabitants noticed your condition, considering that some began to look at you.

You barely walked further, you saw a large number of medical beds on which toys were lying and complaining of pain, then you heard a conversation between Dogday and Catnap, they do not even remember the last time they ate.

And then another Catnap came up to you.

"Please, do you have any food?"

Your heart was breaking from all this.

But you must go further, if you do not want them to see what they shouldn't.

You reached the pipe, barely squeezing through , you ended up in the sewer, here you felt even worse.

Having gone further in an attempt to find a suitable place for transformation, you heard a conversation.

"I think you might be wrong, Poppy. What you want..."

"It's the best for everyone, Doey. That no trace of this place is left. We agreed to that".

"I know...But us, everyone in there, we're not just things gone wrong. We're people...Can't you see that?"

It was Doey and Poppy.

"I can...And I'm sorry..."

You tried to listen to what they were saying, but it was hard to do because of the strong pulsation in your head.

"They .... up to me, ..... And I've looked ..... them the best I ..... . ... disappeared..."

Unable to listen to their argument, you started to walk on.

But suddenly a wave of pain hits you and you fall to your knees, you manage to stretch your arms forward so that you don’t fall face down on the floor, you spit out some blood.

You understand that it’s already starting and finding the last strength to move forward, you stand up.

You decided to choose the room where the elevator was, you had to take off your Grabpack and clothes.

You can’t tear your clothes.

You just can’t.

Then another wave of pain hits you, you scream in pain.

A cracking sound comes from your body.

You notice that claws are forming on your hands.

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Doey, having examined the generator sufficiently, decided to go in search of the necessary parts.

Coming out of the room, he saw how some toys huddled in one tent and were shaking a little.

Hoppy comes up to Doughman.

"We heard strange sounds from the sewer, it sounded like screams of pain and growling, we are scared"

Doey immediately became wary and ran to the entrance to the sewer.

Having squeezed through the pipe, he began to call an employee.

" Pal ! Are you here? "

There was no answer, having gone further he saw several drops of blood.

The blood was fresh.

This alerted him.

Immediately he heard a strange sound.

He went to the source of the sound and saw...

"A wolf ?"

In front of him was a large wolf, who was trying to catch it's breath.

The beast turned its head towards Doey and froze, its eyes wide open.

They looked at each other in silence.

And Doughman got a good look at the wolf, the color of the fur and the eyes of the beast seemed familiar to him.

And he realized .

"Pal ?"

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[jjtheresidentbaby]

❝ caregiver alphabet + rafe cameron ❞

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tagging: @aew-regression-cove , @agerefandomrambles & @tinylilacbun my obx moots! (lmk if you do or don’t want to be tagged in stuff)

warnings: !!season 4 spoilers!! (kinda), set with little!reader more than other characters, mentioned cg!sarah, little!topper & little!kelce, mentioned canon events

A - activities [what is their favorite activity (or activities) to do with you?]

boat trips are a must with him! he likes packing up a cooler and taking his little & barry on a day trip where they can sun bathe, swim, and just enjoy their day on rafe’s yacht

B - baby talk [Do they like to talk in a baby voice when interacting?]

not particularly, he will on occasion but most times he just softens his tone and that’s enough

C - cuddling [Do they like to cuddle with their regressor?]

he does but it can get too much for him at times. rafe loves the idea of cuddling and laying together all day but if he’s not in the mood and tries to engage in physical touch it ends in him being uncomfortable the entire time and finding any reason to stop cuddling

D - dress up [Will they play dress up? what would be their favorite outfit?]

dress up is reserved for if he’s 1) forced into it, 2) sarah’s not around to play it with his little, or 3) it’s the only thing left to do after running through every activity available for the day

E - entertainment [What is their favorite movie, show, or book to watch/read with their regressor?]

as far as shows & books go rafe could care less about what his little puts on, as long as it’s age appropriate, but he has a few old books from when he was a kid that he likes to pull out for his little

F - forgiveness [How forgiving are they when their regressor makes mistakes? How fast do they forgive?]

it’s rare that he holds a grudge against his little, he’d probably find something/someone to shift the blame to first before he ever got upset with his little for an extended period of time

G - gentle [How gentle are they with their regressor?]

he’s more gentle with his little than anyone else, but he can also be pretty soft with any little he comes into contact with

H - hugs [Do they like to huggies?]

a hug to him is just an excuse to pick his little up

I - imaginary [How imaginative are they?]

he struggles with imaginary games, especially if there’s no real life props and it’s purely imaginary

J - jokes [Do they like to joke around?]

it depends on who he’s taking care of and the type of joke, some jokes go over his head and he takes too seriously and others are perfectly fine

K - kisses [Do they like to give (platonic) kissies? Where is their favorite spot to kiss?]

he prefers kissing his littles forehead, cheek & such than just giving them a hug to feel better

L - lullaby [Do they sing lullabies to their regressor? What is their favorite one?]

he won’t sing words but sometimes he’ll hum to help his little fall asleep, or he’ll play some music from his phone if possible

M - morning [How do they spend mornings with their regressor? (when regressed)]

mornings usually have somewhat of a routine but it’s nothing that’s timed really, more of steps of getting his little out of bed, getting them breakfast, watching shows/movies, then eventually starting to get dressed for the day and do the usual self care stuff like hair & brushing teeth

N - night [How do they spend nights with their regressor? (when regressed)]

tries his hardest to keep his little on a decent night schedule as sleep is very important for the both of them - he likes a bedtime at 8 because he knows if it goes a little later it’ll be fine, but he makes sure his little is in their pajamas, teeth brushed, hair done, ect ect before 8 o’clock hits

O - overprotective [Are they more overprotective, underprotective, or somewhere in the middle?]

as everyone expects, rafe is extremely overprotective of his little and would happily commit crimes or end up in jail for them

P - petnames [What are their favorite petnames to use for their regressor? (ex: darling, sweetheart, little one)]

little one, angel, sweetheart, baby ect are his go to nicknames to pull out but he might come up with something more specific over time

Q - quality time [How much time do they usually spend with their regressor? Do they live with them or visit?]

I’d say he probably lives with little!reader but he’d only go to visit other characters that regress

R - regression [Do they age regress as well?]

only once or twice pre canon, always with sarah watching him and they never talked about it afterwards/rafe doesn’t regress anymore

S - snacks [What snacks do they feed their regressor?]

rafe really tries to give his little healthy snacks, at least in the later seasons, but he also likes to take his little out to restaurants even just for a snack - it’s totally not so he doesn’t have to cook, not at alllllll

T - tea party [Do they enjoy playing tea party? Will they play with the toys and/or stuffies as well?]

a pretend tea party is one of the games he actually enjoys since it’s so interactive with fake tea cups & a table for him/his little to sit at, and yes he will help set up his littles stuffed animals around the table to enjoy the party as well

U - understand [How well do they understand their regressors needs and emotions?]

it’s rough at first but eventually rafe becomes very in-tune with his littles body language and there’s little words needed for him to figure out what’s wrong/how to fix it

V - visit [What are some of their favorite places to visit with their regressor?]

he likes beach trips but after what happened with the other kooks and the pouges in s4, he makes sure to go to a private beach or at least a quieter area

W - warmth [Do they provide physical warmth to their regressor, such as giving blankets or cuddling? Do they make their regressor feel warm and secure, mentally?]

rafe doesn’t run warm necessarily but he also doesn’t run cold, he does make sure to have hoodies & blankets on hand though. as far as mentally goes, he tries really hard to care for his little correctly and make them feel safe & comfortable

X - (e)xtra [Additional headcanons?]

he totally babysat little!topper & little!kelce during their hang outs pre canon more than once but let the boys pretend that they never regressed ever and it was just a normal thing

Y - yummy [What are their favorite meals to make for their regressor? Are they good at cooking and/or baking?]

he’s decent at cooking but not baking at all - like said earlier, he prefers not to cook, but if he’s making dinner it’s usually something easy like spaghetti or pancakes or even those freezer meals if it’s been a really long day

Z - ZzZ [Do they take naps with their regressor? What are some sleep habits of theirs?]

100% he sleeps while his little is napping, if not in the same bed knocked out before his little is. any sleep rafe can get, he takes, and yes he will good heartedly trick his little into a early nap just so he can nap too