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I continue to buy every stupid fucking accessory just so I can see what this dumb fucking asshole says. He never disappoints. Yes Sy let's have a goddamn party with the twins, you're always sweet, stupid man 😭😭💖
#wonder plays#love and deepspace#sylus#I love him SO MUCH#this stupid cake is ridiculous I hate it#but he's so funny#'do i look sweeter now cause you keep saying im unapproachable'#my dude you look like the biggest dumbass ever#you're a big soft sheep dog#just got some blood around ur chops#it's fine
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odd choice for hybrid ask, feel free to skip this but!
german shepherd Soap/lamb reader/wolf Simon!
Reader is just a dumb little lamb that wanders too close to the fence and ended up getting mounted by big bad wolf simon!
And Soap is no better too! he's supposed to take care of you, just for him to 'herd' you into the corner and fucked you silly!
bad dogs :((!
oh, anon... you're killing me with this fantastic concept, thank you !!
tw: non-con, dubcon, dog-human hybrid, wolf-human hybrid, sheep-human hybrid.
dead dove: do not eat. MDNI, 18+
In fact, johnny has a whole house to sleep in, his owner being a strict and stern man, price. johnny finds himself sneaking out at nighttime when he's supposed to be fast asleep, sneaking off into the woods in the dusk night to find his wolf, simon, curled in his nest. they're mucking around; playing and tugging at eachother like dogs do — until something catches their attention, a soft whimper, almost a ‘baa..’ sound.
simon being a wolf can already sense the strong grassy scent, he huffs until he finds a trail, a little lamb curled up in fear when she sees two dogs, feral and wild. simon tried not to use you, he did try. but, being a wolf is difficult; he has needs and a strong obsession with sheep and lamb's, their vulnerability. he digs his canines into the back of your neck, taking you over to his nest while german-shepard!soap sniffs you, his tail wagging erratically with curiosity. johnny watches and learns as simon humps and mounts your ass, sliding his thick and veiny cock between your wet folds, his growls and snarls deep and threatening.
his claws get mangled in your curly fur, drawing blood and crimson as it covers your coat. just like johnny had learned, he begins grinding against you as if he was in heat, humping you ‘til he finishes over you. a stupid, sheep-human hybrid getting lost, with two cruel dogs. :(
johnny, of course, has to go home eventually. price smells the strong scent of grass from your fur, sweat and sex. whilst bathing him, he asks about the pungent smell, but he's left without an answer and let's johnny go out for a while regardless.
johnny finds wolf!simon growling and sinking his teeth onto your neck and ear, raping you whilst you bleed. :(
#orla speaks#tw: hybrid#hybrid reader#tw: non con#tw noncon#tw dubcon#tw dubious consent#tw: dark content#dark cod#dark content#dead dove fic#dead dove do not eat#soapghost#ghoap x reader#ghoap#cod ghost#ghost call of duty#simon ghost riley x reader#soap cod#soap call of duty#soap mw2#cod mwii#cod#call of duty#ghostsoap
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Hii! Ok so, how would Tighnari and Cyno react to darling being depressed? And I mean, she was depressed before, but now its worse.
How would they react to see darling in a state where she cant get hernself to eat, and struggles to even brush her teeth?
What would they do to make her feel better?
Also, ik Tighnari wats a BIG family, but, would he really risk darling's depression get even worse by getting her pregant? (After pregancy or during the pregancy, a lot of women end up suffering from depression)
Also, just imagine them react to her having a very bad estime asswell witch lead to the first state of depression before abduction (after abduction it got worse) bc of the toxic people she has been surrounded, and cannot bring hernself to look in the mirror?
Ok, idk if ur gonna accept to do this, but I was just trying to make mynself relate to the reader 😅
Anyways, thank you for reading my request and if u dont want to do it, its fine, dw! (Again, excuse my bad english)
TW: yandere, kidnapping, mentioned pregnancy, depressed reader
Tighnari and Cyno see you sinking so depressed that they start looking for any way to make you feel better. This isn't the first time they've comforted the family, and Collei has given them a little experience.
You chew the bread a few times, letting out soft whimpers and sniffles occasionally, and then burst into tears, tears falling into the bread, the salty taste melting on your tongue. They think you're rebellious and tell you to finish your meals in a firmer tone.
"I-I can't." You said.
Cyno: "What? Why? It's just a piece of bread, listen to me, take a few bites."
Tighnari: "Are you sure you don't want that bit of nutrition? Eat it, don't make me say it again."
You are so powerless in your current situation that you suspect this is your punishment - why did the Forest Rangers/General Mahamatra lock you up? Why is he acting like he loves you? Love is locking that person up against their will?
They didn't investigate your mental health before this. This is really unexpected. Poor thing, you can't even do simple things like dressing yourself and brushing your teeth by yourself now. They'll do this for you and even shower you. It's kind of satisfying and guilt-ridden for them - you're like a little pigeon eating in their hands. It would be too cruel to put you in a cage like this.
They bring you any gift you want, almost allow you to get anything you can buy with mora, bring you Fontaine's popular magazine, Inazuma's light novel. They read you some funny joke or content. You can even go out as much as you want! As long as you end up returning within a day, they won't ask you to explain or capture you.
They can't be there for you 24/7. In their absence, they are viscerally uncomfortable at the thought that you might sob. So! They allow you to have some pets, what do you want? cat? dog? bird? little sheep? fish? Crystalflies? Tighnari will teach you how to take care of them. He brought Karkata over here. Sometimes you will see that adorable mechanical crab make coffee and cover you with quilts! Cyno, studies methods with you. He will call himself dad and the pets are the kids.
As for getting pregnant…if they find out you're in this state, they won't even try. Even if there is no big family to leave a little regret, but it's okay. Love is the most important thing in the family. They have to take care of you.
#alani.answers#yandere cyno#yandere tighnari#cyno x you#yandere tighnari x reader#cyno x reader#yandere genshin impact#genshin tighnari x reader#genshin impact smut#genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader
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Pretty Is As Pretty Does (18+)
Uncle!Ezra x F!Reader x Uncle!Tommy
Summary: The best part about Uncle!Ezra and Uncle!Tommy is that they always smile when you walk in.
Word Count: 2883
tags: spitroast, double creampie, praise kink, southern accents, being called 'pretty', two men talking about you as if you aren't there. nicknames for Reader: angel, niece, baby, honey, sugar.
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It's late at night and you can't sleep. Been tossing and turning for what feels like hours. You finally decide to get out of bed and do something, anything, rather than lie there counting endless sheep.
You make your way to the kitchen with sleepy bare footsteps. You hear murmuring out the back door--deep, smooth voices and soft laughter. You figure Ezra has a friend over. You bite your lip. You want Ezra to yourself for some quality time. Maybe if you let him know you're up, he'll send his friend home. It's worth a shot anyway. You've got nothing better to do.
When you step out onto the screened in back porch, you see Ezra reclining in one chair and his friend in the other. Theyre silhouetted by the blue light of a bug zapper hanging in the corner. It's been a hot summer, but tonight the air is cooler and drier than it has been in weeks. The wood floors creak as you step further onto the porch and both men go quiet and turn to you.
"Hey, angel," says Ezra with a wry smile on his face. "What're you doin up this late?"
"Can't sleep," you answer with a shrug.
"Aww, you poor thing." He holds his hand out towards you. "Me and Uncle Tommy are out here shootin the shit. Why don't you come sit with us for a while?"
That's when your whole body goes hot. You look over and realize it wasn't just any of Ezra’s friends. It was Tommy. And Tommy’s got a nice little smile on his face, too, as his eyes rake over you in your pajamas and bare feet.
" Damn, girl," says Tommy. "You get prettier and prettier every time I see you."
Your cheeks burn and you fidget. "I don't know about that--"
"Shit, I do. I bet you gotta beat them boys off you with a stick."
You wave him off. "No way."
"Aww, look at her bein shy," says Ezra, turning further toward you in his chair. "There is no need to be so timid around your uncles, angel."
"That's right, honey," says Tommy. "It's just us. You don't gotta worry bout nothin around us." He smiles. "We'll keep you safe from all them boys out there. We'll have 'em runnin off. Don't you worry about that."
You roll your eyes with a smile.
"What? You don't believe us?" asks Ezra with big, puppy dog lookin' eyes.
You shake your head. "Y'all are just sayin stuff."
"Oh, c'mere, honey," says Tommy as he reaches out and grabs your hand. "Why don't you come sit by Uncle Tommy and let him show you how pretty he thinks you are?"
Tommy's one of the most handsomest men you've ever seen in your entire life. He's got beautiful wavy hair that curls beneath his ears. His voice is so smooth and syrupy compared to Ezra's deep rasp. He's always wearing nice blue jeans and cleaned-up cowboy boots. Ezra almost never tries to dress nice to the point where you've given up on ever looking nice, too. And right now, you're standing in your sleep clothes and Tommy's offering you something that you weren't even trying for.
Your heart races in your chest and you gush between your legs. Your face is on fire--the whole situation makes you so nervous. What if they're lying? What if they're just playing tricks on you? What if this is all one big joke? Your history with Ezra didn't matter. He could change his mind at any minute and go running off leaving you all alone. You were tired of being abandoned by the people you trusted most.
Ezra rests his large hand on your hip. You can feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of your shorts. "Go on, angel. Uncle Tommy ain't gonna hurt you none." You glance at Ezra nervously and he nods. "Go on," he says again.
You decide to give in. Ezra's been around long enough. He knows you. He knows how anxious you get. And if he's there, it does feel safer. You've at least got one person on your side if Tommy doesn't treat you right.
You take two steps towards Tommy and the two men immediately relax. Tommy spreads his legs and guides you by your hips to sit between them. He pulls you back against his warm, broad chest. He feels so solid and sturdy behind you. And he smells like something clean and bright--waking you up even more, making you more aware of just how much of his body is touching yours. His hands slide up and down your bare shoulders.
"Now what's makin you think you're not the prettiest thing on two legs, sugar?" says Tommy.
"I-I don't know," you answer. You did know, though. It was all the movies and TV and magazines. All the clothing stores and boutiques where the clothes never quite fit you right. It felt like the whole world was telling you that you weren't pretty enough to be loved.
"Too much TV," says Ezra and you roll your eyes.
Tommy chuckles into your skin as he presses light kisses into your shoulder. Each one excites you and soothes you at the same time. "You know all that stuff is fake, don'tchu?" His hands slide down your arms, squeezing you just above your elbows. "You can't be thinkin ya ain't pretty just 'cause ya ain't fake, now, sugar. 'S not what men like anyway."
"Not any man worth a damn," adds Ezra.
"That's right," says Tommy. His hands move from your arms to your waist. "Men know a real thing when they see it, sugar." His hands slide up to your breasts and he gropes them in each hand. "And we got ourselves a real one right here."
Your hands grasp tight onto Tommy's knees next to your own. You glance over at Ezra with hazy eyes and Ezra sits so casually as if nothing unconventional is going on.
"'S about what's on the inside," says Ezra, flicking dirt off his ankle as he goes to cross his legs. "That's what counts."
"That's right," says Tommy. He squeezes your nipples through your shirt. "And I'm proud to say that our little niece here is pretty on the inside and out."
"She sure is, ain't she?" says Ezra.
You don't know how to respond. You're not sure what to do. All you know is that there's a pool of slickness growing between your legs and it's enough that you wonder if you're gonna leave a wet spot on the chair beneath you.
"What? You still don't believe us?" says Tommy.
"She can be real stubborn when she wants to be," says Ezra.
Tommy chuckles. "How 'bout this? Don't you feel this, sugar?" One of Tommy's hands slides down the front of you to cup you between your legs. He pulls you flush against him and that's when you feel it. That's when you feel how hard he is. You're not sure how you missed it before. It feels like a steel rod against your back. "You feelin' what you do to your Uncle Tommy, baby?" He rolls his hips against you. "'M about to burst and we ain't even done nothin, yet. We're just sittin here talkin."
Part of you wants to laugh at that. There's a hell of a lot more going on than just talking.
"I think she's grown weary of conversation, brother," says Ezra.
Tommy chuckles again. "Ya think?"
"Yeeeeep," Ezra groans and stands from his chair. "And you did promise to show her how pretty she was."
"I sure did, didn't I?"
Ezra walks over and stands in front of you. You feel surrounded--caged in. But not unsafe. "Whatchu thinkin', angel?" Ezra cradles your face in his big hands. He leans close enough to you that the whole rest of the back porch disappears. "Want me to get you ready for Uncle Tommy?"
Oh fuck. Does Ezra mean what you think he means? "O-Okay," you say.
"Good girl." He grins briefly before his eyes go wide and serious again. "Uncle Tommy's big. I don't want you gettin hurt."
You nod. "Okay."
Ezra sinks to his knees before you. He reaches for your waistband and you lift your hips as he tugs your shorts down and off your legs. "Mm-mmm," hums Ezra, staring between your thighs. "Our little niece is pretty everywhere." His large fingers poke and prod at your lips. "She's wet, too." He spreads your pussy apart with both hands. "Soakin," he says.
"Is she now?" Tommy says. His breathing's picked up. Both his hands back on your chest. You can feel his whole body rolling into you, even if just in the smallest way. Ezra's touch has you responding in kind.
Ezra's head tilts upward with his fingers still on you. "Remember that job on Breyer street? The house with all those cat paintings?"
Tommy stills a moment. "... y-yeah?"
"Remember how that faucet on the side of the house wouldn't stop leaking?"
"...yeah?"
"That's about what she looks like right now."
Tommy laughs and holds you close, grinding against you. "Fuck, man. You can't be sayin shit like that to me, man. What the hell?"
"I am merely trying to be honest with you," says Ezra with a shrug. He thrusts two thick fingers inside of you with one hand and with the other, he rests his thumb against your clit. Unmoving. Simply applying pressure as you and Tommy's bodies move together.
"Oh my god," you moan as Ezra's fingers stroke inside you and Tommy whispers in your ear.
"'S Uncle Ezra makin you feel good, sugar? 'S he touchin you just right?"
"Mm-hmm," you whimper. "So good. So good."
"You feel how pretty we think you are, honey?" asks Tommy.
"And it's not just because you're our favorite little niece," says Ezra.
"That's right," says Tommy. "'S because it's a fact, sugar." Tommy grunts. Ezra's fingers squelch inside your wet walls. "It's a fact that you're the prettiest goddamn thing we've ever seen."
"Our pretty little angel inside and out," Ezra says with a smirk as he adds a third finger inside you.
"Oh fuck" you moan and writhe.
Tommy chuckles. "Even if she got a dirty mouth on her."
Ezra laughs, too. "Oh she's filthy."
"Is that right?"
"I-I don't know." Your dizzy with desire. You're surprised you can register anything they're saying to you.
"How 'boutchu get that filthy mouth on Uncle Ezra's cock while Uncle Tommy gets inside this pussy, huh, sugar? How's that sound?"
"Yeah, okay," you slur.
Ezra pulls his fingers out of you and stands. Tommy scoots you forward so he can undo his jeans. He and Ezra situate you so that your feet are on the floor with your ass hovering above Tommy's lap. Your hands grip the arms of Tommy's chair. Ezra pulls his own cock out of his pants and it bobs in front of your face.
You and Tommy both hiss as he pierces your cunt. Ezra was right. Tommy is big.
"Shit, man. You didn't tell me it was like this--" Tommy chokes out through panting breaths.
You bite your lip and groan.
Ezra chuckles as he strokes himself. "I tried, brother, but some things are best experienced for yourself."
"You got that right," says Tommy. He moans and curses as he guides you up and down his shaft, providing you with the rhythm and speed.
Once you feel steady enough, you open your eyes and Ezra's cock is hard and ready for you. You open your mouth, eager to hold its weight on your tongue. He doesn't thrust or move--merely lets your rhythm on Tommy's lap provide all the back-and-forth action.
"You're doing perfect, angel," says Ezra as he caresses your cheek. You've given him much better blowjobs before but he's looking down at you like you're giving him the high of a lifetime. "You look so pretty."
"Prettiest fuckin thing we ever fucked," grunts out Tommy.
"Play with that clit and she'll cream all over ya," says Ezra.
"Goddamn," curses Tommy. And he does what Ezra says. He reaches one hand around and presses hard against your clit. Four fingers rubbing back and forth just above where his cock is thrusting in and out of you.
Syrupy warmth begins to flood between your legs and seconds later your spasming between the two men--thighs twitching and toes curling.
Tommy curses again. "If she wasn't my favorite niece before, she sure as shit would be now."
"Told ya," says Ezra.
Tommy continues to thrust into you as you bounce onto him. "Yeah, suck his cock. Suck Uncle Ezra's cock, sugar."
Ezra does his best to keep his cock inside your mouth, but he doesn't seem too concerned about your performance there. It seems to be enough to watch you getting fucked so hard by your Uncle Tommy. Hearing your thighs slap each other and his cock squelch inside you is like music to Ezra's ears and dick. And your whimpers--goddamn!--you got the prettiest little whimpers he's ever heard in his life. Add in Tommy's desperate grunts and Ezra's careening toward the edge and nearly sent over it. He has to take a step back to get control of himself.
Without Ezra's cock to muffle you, your whimpers turn into shouts and Tommy grits his teeth. "Where do I cum?" asks Tommy through strained breaths.
"Fill her up, brother." Ezra's eyes sparkle at you. "Then I'll take my turn inside our pretty little pussy."
Tommy curses some more. He wraps his arms around you and taps on your clit, hoping to make you come along with him. And you do, it's hard not to. His thrusts were hitting all the right spots in your inner walls and Ezra's standing in front of you and watching you with tender focus. Your legs twitch and your toes curl all over again.
"Alright, now, hold it all in, angel," says Ezra with a stern expression on his face and you know what he means. You reach between your legs as Tommy pulls out and you do your best to keep all his cum inside you.
Ezra sits and then lies down on the floor, his cock hard and at attention. He waves you over with the flick of his fingers. "Come ride your Uncle Ezra, baby. Come show me how it's done," he says.
And something animalistic has been triggered inside of you as Ezra casually reclines on the hard wood floor. His elbows are bent and his head rests in both hands. He dons a simple smile and it almost drives you crazy. You want him as desperate for you as you are for him. You want him aching and writhing for your touch. He's been too relaxed this whole time and you almost hate him for it.
Tommy's cum is beginning to seep from between your fingers so you hustle to sit on Ezra's cock. Ezra's facial expression doesn't change as you sink onto him--but you notice the way his hips curl ever so slightly into you. He's holding back and you wanna make him give in. But you know Ezra, just as much as he knows you. And riding him how he likes it isn't going to get you anywhere. He wants you to use him--make yourself come by whatever means necessary. And that is certainly something you can oblige by.
So you do. Your hands grip his chest and you find the right angle that allows you to roll your hips into him with your clit pressed against his skin. You decide to take. You take and take and take your pleasure from him--you don't give a shit what makes him feel good. This one's all about you. And eventually he does give in. You see the way he grits his teeth and bites his lip. His hands fly to your waist, but you don't let him guide you at all. This is your ride and your orgasm. Even if you've already had two and Ezra's yet to have one.
But it was just what Ezra wanted--he was getting off on you getting off and some kind of feedback loop developed into both of you getting off and your panting and he's snarling and then suddenly there's another burst of hot liquid inside of you and seeping out of you. And you don't know it, yet, but Ezra loves when all the juices and cum are soaking his lap and he's filthy with the remnants of a well-and-good fucking. And if he could suck his own dick after all of it, he would. But instead, he pulls you up his body and has you sit on his face and he gives your pussy the most tender and loving kiss with tongue and all. All while your trembling and dizzy from overstimulation.
Once you finally take a moment to breathe. You find Tommy watching with lazy, tired eyes from his chair, his own cock already tucked back in. But there's a smirk on his face that tells you he appreciated the show you and Ezra just gave him.
"Alright, angel," says Ezra with a messy mouth. "Let's go put you back to bed."
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a/n: wow. so horny. jesus christ.
tagging: @neverwheremoonchild @xdaddysprincessxx 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
#uncle!Ezra#uncle!Tommy#i wrote this in like.... 1 day#i wonder if I can get back to writing the way that I used to be able to
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baldur’s gate 3 has once again taken over my life and i low key wanna draw the playable characters as mobians because i have crossover / furry brain disease + edits
to no one’s surprise astarion is a bat because, well. vampires, and his secret isn’t exactly hard to figure out before the reveal cutscene. he himself may not be associated with bats but you get it
gale is kinda tough for me to pin down because he’s both plain but not at all at the same time. his personality doesn’t fit cat despite his light association with them through tara, but hedgehog is seemingly considered a default even to the sonic series itself much like human is in dnd, so that might work. his hair is also kinda makes me think of a lion and that has a bit more character to it
karlach is undoubtedly my favorite. outside of fire one of her bigger unique design bits is her broken horn which i’d wanna keep fairly the same. sheep would fit the curled shape but she doesn’t really have a soft vibe that comes along with sheep. maybe some sort of cow-like animal. big and powerful. friend suggested she be a boar instead of minsc which i could roll with. confused for a hellsboar by wyll
lae’zel is supposed to be markedly different from the other characters, so i’m thinking either some kind of reptile / amphibian or something entirely alien in that it’s a beast from the dnd universe. while they aren’t associated with the githyanki there’s gremishka in the creche and that might be just interesting enough to work. big ears. friend also suggested a skink specifically and people seem to think she's very frog even if i don't see it lol
shadowheart is also relatively normal. was thinking wolf for a time but honestly she had cat vibes + that would sort of play into her and lae’zel being kinda similar despite being from fundamentally different places / backgrounds. friend suggested a squirrel? will consider
wyll feels like he’d be some kind of dog given the general good boy-ness of him, loyalty, etc, plus it kinda plays into how mizora talks about him. naturally his “you didn’t kill karlach” form would be a hellhound. friend mentioned fox but i think dog is more fitting
halsin is a bear and there is nothing difficult about this whatsoever
i haven’t done an evil run yet where i recruit minthara but i know she’s a lolth sworn drow and they’re associated with spiders and that would be kinda cool. friend suggested wolf for her also
minsc would probably also be a dog. even though repeats are a bit lame, he was a protagonist in another group of characters from another baldur’s gate so it’s fine. one of those stupidly huge breeds that look more like lions than dogs. if not a dog than maybe a boar. friend suggested a ferret but i think he needs beef to him. wolverine maybe?
jaheira also being from the other baldur’s gate game could probably be a repeat too. slightly cranky old cat but she loves you in her own way. would also contrast with minsc. if not a cat then i could see her as a deer i think. i somehow forgot that the game's ai defaults her wildshape to a panther when you're battling alongside her in moonrise towers so panther it is
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Just curious, what requests do you have in your queue/to do currently? If you're ok with saying it that is :]
Oh boy, that's a bigger question than last time someone asked! I have over 200 waiting requests at this point!! Because of that this got very very long, so I put the rest under the cut! Like last time, this is in order of how recently I received the request, and doesn't mean I'm too busy to take new requests!!
Ibara saegusa (enstars)
Monochrome oranges cats and angels
Gloomy bear
Another rockruff (maybe)
Cult of the lamb (specifically the lamb)
Llewellyn Watts (Murdoch Mysteries)
Jake (trailer park warlock)
Cult of the lamb (pet dreaming themed)
Bear therian
Selkie
Ice bear (we bare bears)
Tubbo (maybe)
Snow leopard
Pink
Australian shepherd (pupre)
Cassie (fnaf: ruin)
Draik (neopets)
The rainbow fish
Black kitten + space
Pumpkin head (maybe, needs more research)
Alice in wonderland
Sheep
Someone's OC Avery & siblings
Gothic
Star catcher (MLP)
Masc version of my druid board
Scrooge CG (2009 film)
Beetlejuice
Superstar daycare (fnaf)
1950s + ocean
Pandas + light purple and black
Dandelions
Willy wonka CG (recent movie)
Maki Harukawa (Danganronpa)
Kidcore Halloween + pumpkin puppy Webkinz
Fruit bat
Mermaid
Pastel purple + pandas
Robocar Poli
Brown, lime green and forest green puppy
Weird Barbie CG
Shiny Vaporeon
Where the wild things are
Squid
Dylan (the magic roundabout)
Conner CG (Detroit become human)
Mitsuri kanroji (demon slayer)
Minecraft mooshrooms
Sharks or wolves (haven't decided)
Hot Wheels
Miffy
Fox
Sharks
Zombies
Vincent (dead plate)
Vintage kitty dreaming
Deadpool
Shane CG (stardew valley)
Wolf pup
Celestia and Luna (MLP)
Soft blue and yellow
Pascal (animal crossing)
Pastel blue and pink
Batman CG
Ram
Osamu dazai (bungo stray dogs)
Dylan (the quarry)
Rain/nature + white rabbits
Ox
Penguin + dinosaur
Noah (total drama island)
Vision CG (marvel)
Light blue
Bumble bees + lavender
Yellow + ducks
Bearded vulture
Barn owl
Queen barb (trolls world tour)
Oliver (vocaloid)
Light green light brown and beige
Mind (Chonny Jash/CCCC)
Cinnamoroll + emu otori (project sekai)
Yellow+ chicks and puppy stuffies
Seam CG (deltarune)
Plants vs zombies
Viktor (arcane)
Queen of trash CG (Elmo goes to grouch land)
John Constantine (Justice League Dark)
Aziraphale (good omens)
Scenecore
Musa (winx club)
Leap frog
Hyper feminine puppy
Crow + black cat
Totodile + bodies of water
Bees
Sackboy (Little Big Planet) and or My Melody
Baby crocodile
Animal crossing
Pastel kitten
Doki doki literature club
Keralis (Hermitcraft, maybe)
90s grunge
Tula tones (novi stars)
Eevee + dragons
Kitten + stars
Ratchet (rescue bot academy)
Pastel shark
Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa)
Mushrooms
Grey + Ross federman youtooz
Sparkly dragon
Blue and purple + puppies
Ducks + alt/Gothic lean
Cinnamoroll
Shadow (sonic)
Jellyfish
Boyfriend.xml (Friday night funkin')
Puppet (fnaf)
Golden retriever + yellow and blue
Bernese mountain dog
Strawberries
Genshin impact
Len or Miku
Toothless (httyd)
Eddworld
Donnie (rise of the tmnt)
The princess and the grilled cheese sandwich
Pastel goth princess
SpongeBob
Karako Pierot (hiveswap)
Young Michael Afton
Soft fox
Great pyrenees + farm
Ike eveland
Invader Zim + neon green
Julius Caesar (Octavian, night at the museum, waiting until March for this one)
Scorpion
Vampire squid
Golden retriever (again, lol)
Cats + playing outside
Border Collie
Tiger
Argos CG (World of Mr. Plant)
Pochacco
Mortal Kombat
marble cross fox/forest/fantasy (I'm figuring this one out still)
Puppy + SpongeBob
characters from Project Sekai, Hoshino Ichika, Mochizuki Honami, Akiyama Mizuki and Kusanagi Nene.
Baby vulture
Frog with more fem themes
Rain world/slugcat
Dark academia/cottagecore
Border Collie
Modded smash hit rooms
Crying child (fnaf)
Agent Smith CG (the matrix)
Katamari
Enjolras (les miserable)
Rolfe DeWolfe CG (Rockafire Explosion)
Bugbo
Slime rancher
Puppet (fnaf)
CosMc's
Parado (Kamen Rider)
Tally hall
Gordon (all engines go)
Spinel (Steven universe)
Cater diamond (twisted wonderland)
Rockabilly (probably)
Felix Lee
Jing yuan CG (Hsr)
Charles Xavier CG (X-Men)
Toki wartooth (metalocalypse)
Naoto Shirogane (persona 4)
Kitoto (I don't know what he's from)
17th century dutch
Sirena von boo (monster high)
Jake (miss peregrines home for peculiar children)
Minecraft
Sees behind trees
Allay (Minecraft, I think)
Spinosaurus screenshots or products
Tecchou (Bungo Stray Dogs)
Barbara (genshin impact)
Tasmanian devil
Spamton CG (deltarune)
Spinosaurus
Grunge + lop eared bunnies
Yume-Nikki
Daxter (jak and daxter)
Madness combat for puppies
James Sunderland (silent Hill)
Shirokuma (Danganronpa)
Leo (IDW comic)
#this took a while#a couple hours i think#but i don't mind because it's a fair question!#i also discovered a bunch of non request things that i didn't see!!#for people who sent those I'm sorry!#I'll respond shortly!#anyway no colored text for this because too much text#I'm curious which ones people are most excited about#and if you're wondering why most requests with people say maybe#it's because i need to research the people first#to make sure I'm comfortable with them#and that their face is okay to put on my account#anyway thats all#i hope you like reading anon!#Pip's barks
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Omg now i'm dying to know what are suzuya's trigger textures, and his triggers in general too since I also hc him as autistic<3 also a guide on how to touch him right pleaaase???tyyy
Of course, friend! I'm always down to talk about autistic Suzuya!
Do be warned, in my personal opinion it's no worse than anything in the series, but if you're squeamish about unsanitary things, you might want to skip a couple of paragraphs pertaining to some unsanitary textures and stimming behaviors that I marked with a ** at the beginning of each one.
what are suzuya's trigger textures
He really doesn't like rough, scratchy textures. Tall grass or institutional carpet on bare skin, bristly animals, clothing tags, scratchy fabrics from wool to lace, suits. Anyone would learn to hide their distress at the horrible feeling of a lacy dress if the alternative was Big Madam's wrath, not worth dying over even if it's a close decision, but I think I have a little to back this up when it comes to his canon rebellion against coming to work in a proper suit.
I like to think of his canon dress code violations being a little bit of “stop telling me what to do” but also a whole lot of sensory issues with the material suits tend to be made of. If he could get away with wearing his pyjamas to work every day, he would, and I feel like he would have tried at some point. Unfortunately, what he does actually wear in canon was the best he could pull off and just be lectured by Amon as opposed to more serious disciplinary action even he can't ignore. Some of how he dresses is to have some control and fun with it in a conservative office environment when it comes to how people dress, like his patterned suspenders, but the actual fit and cuts of his outfits, ie too big for him and mostly shorter than they should be, is to minimize how much of it is touching him. His undershirts we see him wear once are probably something he wears all the time and pretty soft, another way to insulate him from that suit material texture.
Also, as an animal lover, this can prove a little problematic. My first thought is of the sheer disappointment of him petting a stray dog and ending up with like, bully breed bristles or something lodged in his shirt. Or going to a petting zoo or something with the squad and he's had a wonderful time nuzzling alpacas, sheep, rabbits, ducklings, and he's too excited to even think through it before he tries to do the same with something like a potbellied pig. Sad times. Very sad times. It's not fair that some animals can look fuzzy but actually feel like a cactus. He's safest sticking with fluffy spitzy dogs and cats haha.
**Messy textures are variable. He's not your (on Tumblr, at least) stereotypical squeamish autistic. Actually, I think he's the opposite and self-soothes by squishing and smearing gross things until Shinohara finally gets him a jar of play-dough or something to stop him from playing with dead stuff he finds on the schoolyard-- maybe being given art supplies to play with instead is what got him doing other art forms as an adult. Before it was stray animal entrails and stuff he found at the Academy, it was human organs, blood, etc. and Madam probably saw it as him learning to be a good scrapper, doing things like fingerpainting with blood or squishing a handful of organs in his hands.
**That being said, as much as he likes these textures in his hands, he has learned the hard way that most of them will make him sick if he were to put them in his mouth. Someone who didn't eat a lot of innards and similar scraps of meat over the years probably wouldn't even think to be so picky, but liver, brain, stuff like that? Good! Intestines, eyeballs, parts that are more slimy and slippery in the form they'd be thrown to him in... he would sooner go hungry, even living with Madam and not being given much else to eat. He might have liked to crush bugs as a cadet, but he probably tried and learned to draw the line at eating them. In the human world, though, he might like some of those things with the sliminess deep-fried out of them, perhaps.
Speaking of, food texture is also a type of texture, and in addition to slimy and slippery, he can't do stringy, fibrous stuff in food, especially if it is both slippery and stringy like some veggies. We know he likes sweets and snack foods, and I do think those are things he truly likes, but things like sweets are also a lot safer for someone who can be hypersensitive to the point of some mouth feels making him physically sick. Some may perceive this as childish, but to him it's just survival when the wrong bite can make him feel so awful. Some foods he just can't tolerate at all, but I can see Hanbee teaching him how to prepare fruits and vegetables in ways that don't trigger his sensory issues, as he would never be able to say “do this, do that” to Suzuya but would want him to get his vitamins and minerals. I could write a whole post about the adventurous, slightly strange eater that would be unlocked once he got a good introduction to preparing food in different ways that truly change the texture of the ingredients.
Not exactly a texture but still relating to his sense of touch, he really can't do light touch, as hyposensitive as he is to pain and deep pressure. To him, light touch is much, much more noxious than pain and he can really lash out against something brushing up against him. Often he grabs or strikes an offending hand or body part to get it away before his mind can even catch up to him, not hard, but how hard he does it doesn't always matter when people around him already perceive him as violent.
and his triggers in general too
As far as his other (sensory, which I hope is what you were wanting to know) triggers and hypersensitivities, he struggles with loud noises although his threshold for them is somewhat bigger than textures-- ie he can handle weapons clashing in battle, loud music when he's out somewhere fun, stuff with an end in sight that either can or does last short enough that it won't become too much before it's over. If it lasts too long, is too loud and piercing, he's having a sensitive day, or any combination of the above, though, it can very much push him to the meltdown point. Piercing, high-frequency sounds or too many sounds going on are also hard for him and will make him clap his hands over his ears SO FAST.
Same with bright lights. There's a threshold, he can handle them to some degree especially if there's a good (to him) reason for him to, but he's still hypersensitive to them. Fluorescent lights at the field office, for example, are another thing he's willing to get on his superiors' bad side for when he doesn't have an office and will just turn off half the lights in the bullpen (I would think they have one of those?) and when people just get annoyed and turn them back on, he would learn to mess with the breakers to where it's not easily undone and looks like an electrical problem. Amon would HATE the sight of him wearing sunglasses indoors and that would make him want to utilize this coping mechanism more. When he is a senior investigator and squad leader who does get a little office of his own, it's just barely light enough for him to read and do paperwork by.
Smells, though, I actually see him being hyposensitive to for the most part. I can see him going into a candle shop, bakery, buffet, anything with lots of options displayed in an easily accessible way and just wanting to pick up everything to sniff it, though he can't always do that because with food that is unsanitary and will get him kicked out. He also has a high tolerance that he hasn't actually found the limit to thus far for filthy crime scenes and rotting gore that even seasoned investigators have to go and vomit at the stench of.
As far as taste, though mouth feel is a different story, I see it also being a more hyposensitive sense for him. He loves to experiment with different flavors of things and is that person who seeks out foods that are really sour, really spicy, really minty, stuff like that that makes his whole face feel the taste of it. Again, would just pick things up and sample them as a stim if it wouldn't get him banned from places with delicious food, and I see him as one of those autistics to whom eating food is a stim. I can also see him liking the taste of alcoholic things for this reason, although on an unrelated note I don't see him as a drinker because he is an angry not-fun-to-be-around drunk; booze is best left as something to soak confections in or savor one single serving of, but he does like the burn.
also a guide on how to touch him right pleaaase???tyyy
As mentioned, he is a mixed bag of hyper and hyposensitivies, and deep pressure is something he seeks out just as hard has he avoids light touch. We see him do a lot of the classic signs of this kind of sensory seeking in canon, such as physically risky behaviors, indifference to pain, and constant movement. As far as sharing physical touch with another person, though, which he don't really see in canon, he has a need to be squeezed.
Starting with stuff that can be read as conventionally casual and platonic, I have mentioned he likes Akira and only Akira messing with his hair. That's for the same reason anyone else would run away screaming from having their hair done by her: the result might look amazing, unlike Touka's home hair attempts, but we know she's not the warmest character and can be just as insensitive as Suzuya in her own way as a person. As a hairstylist she really gets in there with combs and brushes and will pull to get a lock perfectly detangled or a braid tight enough to stay intact even while fighting for life and limb against an SS-rank ghoul, all while too absorbed in the task at hand to notice her victim is crying. Honestly, someone might see her updos around the office and convince themselves they can sit through it, but it's too much suffering, even for the most beautiful hair of their lives. For him, though, it's akin to a nice spa day, pleasant and relaxing. Horseplay and sparring also count as touch to him, and are pretty hard to go wrong with since that is always going to be heavy, hard bodily contact. Same with those hearty, macho claps on the shoulder I've mentioned before.
Going a little ways up the conventional ladder of intimacy, giving his hands or his shoulder a squeeze is nice and always advisable, especially when he's fidgety and stressed. Giving him a tight bear hug is the nicest, but you can't be scared to break him, or chances are you're not going to hug hard enough. He also loves to cuddle, but someone has to be laying a lot of body weight on the other. Once that is happening, though, it's even better than a weighted blanket or throwing someone to a mat. He could have a rib broken and still just be disappointed that it means he can't be physically crushed that hard again. Just like he relishes one of his cats or a stray animal laying in his lap, he likes to lean against people he knows won't shoo him away, and would also enjoy having his partner fall asleep against his shoulder or in his lap. Kisses are also fun and exciting for him, but he can't do the light pecks on the cheek and brushes of lips; gotta put some pressure and confidence into it, even if it doesn't get deeper in any other way.
Touching the rest of his body is where I see things getting emotionally fraught for him in addition to having the potential to be real overstimulating real fast. These are the areas of his body that are easily hidden by a nightshirt, a scrapper's costume, or a pretty dress without marring the beautiful doll he was supposed to be, so that's where only Madam ever touched him, and all she gave him were scars. This is where his control over the situation is just as important to him as the physical sensation being pleasant. I know my word choices sound sexual, but this doesn't even mean sex.
We know he is into underground body modification for example, but I see him being strictly DIY if he wants to feel the sensation of needles through his skin, which is the real reason he has his own stitches while not having any conventional piercings or tattoos; office rules wouldn't stop him lmao, he just can't do those himself with as much room for error. Sharing a shower or bath would be all fun and games, and he would like to wash someone's hair and body as a gesture of affection, and the hot water would be nice for him, but don't try to return the favor after he's had his fun. He would enjoy kissing someone all over in a merciless flurry, but honestly, the best way to approach something like that is to let him take what he wants and leave what he doesn't. He's direct enough that if he does want something different, he will get it. This is another small reason I think he pairs well with someone as shy to even try returning the favor as Mutsuki tbh
Hopefully it's not information you were hoping for, because I'm going to stop there as far as stages of intimacy that I googled for the purpose of this ask go. I have headcanons and things to say and would be totally cool answering more r-rated and up questions if one were to ask them directly. I just would rather disappoint someone who didn't ask for explicit content but would have liked reading it than blindside someone who didn't want to read it, you know?
#answers#anon#juuzou suzuya#whoa writing this really made me want to write more about suzuya and akira#their friendship is so good#you can't tell me they aren't each others closest non-family figure friends#also akira is autistic too just saying#pda cw
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thinking very big on maria's aliases at the moment so,
dolores.
maria's more subdued, soft, docile persona. one of her primary lures. dolores acts as a way to entice targets who are looking for someone they think is easy to control or influence. submissive and eager to go along with whatever they want really, dolores as a persona is maria's way of gauging and pulling very strong, very cocky, very frankly stupid victims into going someplace secluded with her - and into the hunting grounds of her two scary guard dogs to have fun with. she's the persona, alongside aurelia, that brings victims into back alleys, back to a designated place on the sawyer-hewitt property, to decoy houses / buildings, or to specific fields or stops where its been established earlier in the night with johnny ( & lee ) that she will get them to, for them to meet there. dolores is that sweet, softer, doe-eyed side of maria really being coaxed out in order to quite literally throw someone to the wolves. dolores is symbolized by lambs / sheep, also to come across in a softer light to those who interact with her and fall victim, for other unassuming creature to take you by the hand, frolicking out into open field, unknowingly being circled by predators hidden in the grass around them. nickname : dolly.
aurelia.
more of a push into maria's more bubbly self, aurelia's more of that out-there, perky, sunshine-incarnate type persona that draws people attention. she's all smiles, all touchy, PDA at max. she's also that more kinda ditzy personality, too, if she feels her target likes it. she'll play heavily into the 'oh please keep talking i am SO interested in what youre saying!! omg no really you do all that??? wow you're so strong / so smart / etc' type of person, showering with compliments. definitely more of the persona for those kinds of people who LOVE talking about themselves and making themselves seem more important / tougher / etc than they really are. aurelia works as another lure because she's the type that'll convince targets to drink and drink and drink, or pull them off to dance with her, let them get handsy, let them think they have a shot. aurelia is symbolized by rabbits / bunnies, cute and sweet little prey animal, unassuming. one that lets you give chase, until you find yourself inches from wolves' widened jaws. nickname : lia.
rosa.
not as much of a lure than more utilized when maria's working alone, but rosa works to get targets alone and vulnerable. she's flirty, handsy, siren eyed rather than doe. truly come fuck me eyes. its the persona to let her explore things on a more sexual note, but its also the one where after things are said and done and theres a body on the floor, she wants to reaffirm her devotion to the scary dog(s) more - like a very, get this fuckers' scent off of me right now and put yours all over me instead kinda thing, if you will. but its also very much, i get to toy around with them a little more, be teasing, be mean. very hey heres your body let me snap a picture with you gh.ostface style ♡ its more of her violent side that comes out, because its really one of the personas where she gets to really disarm people - from being flirtatious to im stabbing you to im sinking my teeth in your neck and ripping at you rather than it being a simple love bite. still uses rosa, though regardless if working alone or with the scary dog(s). rosa's symbolized by both butterflies & moths, metamorphosis from maria into territory she was never all that comfortable in before. its exploration of a different side - both sexual and violent. its the specific kinds, of mourning cloak butterfly, of death's-head hawkmoths, of black witch moths, with meanings of change, of rebirths, and of death or misfortune. nickname : typical pet names one gives a one-night-stand.
magdalena.
in a sense, magdalena's come to be a persona by several factors, and its more of her long game, lone wolf type. its a combination of something in her snapping from her reunion with donnie ( being told 'i love you' when you were left for dead, buried and otherwise forgotten about is mm, esp when compared to the love that had been shown in the years since. ) and its more of maria taking influence from not only johnny by also nancy, in routes where she ( & lee ) are accepted by her into the family. its getting a lil more personal with her targets, earning their trust over a longer timeframe. befriending them even. its more of her wolf coming out - where one one side, magdalena comes across as a typical neighbor, someone who bakes you things and brings it over unprompted ( sometimes we get silly and slow-poison them c: ) esp during rough times - similar to how nancy works. its the slowburn of growing closer to them, earning trust, being let into their lives, just to one day down the line rip that security out from under them, turn their homes into a bloodbath really. magdalena's more of that, mercy doesnt exist in this body, morality doesnt exist, theres an anger and a hatred and a coldness to the world thats been dormant in these bones like the old gods who sleep for millennia hidden among us like mountain ranges. while physically maria isn't nearly on the same levels as johnny or leland, i'd argue magdalena's by far her more brutal and unhinged persona in that she'll not only make an absolute mess out of her target, but will also prolong things at times - make it last hours, if she can manage, if they stay alive long enough. magdalena is also moreso in swing post-acceptance by nancy, meaning the likelihood that she's been taught how to use the same types of ability, the possession, the hallucinations, is very high. magdalena's symbolized by wolf peering out from under sheepskin. nicknames : lena.
#like general warning i guess for the usual dire au situations-#but some more insight on each of maria's aliases & the personas attached to them c:#which truly - theyre all just shades of herself. but its sometimes just fun and silly and sexy to come up w a lil character to play as#[ mf ] ── * 𝐇𝐂 / 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄. { maria. }
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Another Mika fic, let's go!
Oh honey I beg to differ. Wednesday is such a softie in her own complicated way. Less threats, less torture, more attention and even allowing physical contact. If she likes someone and does all that, then she's down bad. So no, Wednesday, you definitely ARE a softie.
And these first four paragraphs? Absolutely iconic and remarkable. The writing?? The metaphors?? The imagery?? The exaggerating cause Wednesday would rather die than admit she's soft??
Well... since I am currently on a family vacation with 24 years if age... I tend to agree with Wednesday. It definitely can be a gruesome torture method.
Lol disgusting and vile. But Wednesday is right again! Missing someone you care for (even though you keep denying that part (looking at you Wednesday) is definitely one of the worst feelings out there)
"Human embodiment of a rainbow" that made me snort, it's the perfect way to describe Enid. Now if only she was gay... then full on 100% rainbow bitch.
Oooh, Wednesday wants to take a ring from R! Moving fast, are we?
Lol Wednesday you thief! Of course commitment a crime will make her smile. But how adorable is it that Wednesday wants to keep Rs favorite ring so that she has something meaningful and important to remember them by?? CUTE
Ngl I love awkward goodbyes. They're just so amusing to witness!
Awwww a kiss! And in front of Weems to! That must have been mortifying for Wednesday. Yet she craved more. SOFT
Of course Wednesday is counting her victories against Bianaca. Go on girlboss! Keep beating her.
Damn, look at Wednesday searching for Rs smile and keeping the stories to tell them later. If that isn't simp behavior then I really don't know what is.
"Entirely unnecessary, but so were most things Enid did" The way I GASPED! Honey that's so savage and uncalled for 😭 Poor Enid. (Though it is utterly hilarious! )
"Higher than a 70" H.O.N.E.Y Were did that savagery come from?? Poor Enid is getting it all today. I absolutely LOVE it! A mean Wednesday is my favorite. That's just my kind of humor. Enid is so used to it by now she doesn't even react anymore. Good girl.
Wednesday, denial is a river in Egypt. I guess she'd really rather die than admit that she missed R. What matters could she possibly have in the courtyard?? NOTHING
"Not for a second" Call the police, I spotted a big fat liar!
"You're broke" Wednesday really is giving it her all today, isn't she. OBSESSED
Oooh Wednesday got caught! I'm sure there was a lot of panic in her voice so the only solution for that are threats! Honestly at this point Wednesdays threats are a form of love. And besides, shouldn't R keep her hand? You know for holding it and doing other things...
THE MEME. OMG THAT TOOK ME OUT 😂 That came so unexpected, I scared my dog with my laughter.
This was fantastic as always!!
slfdhfgks pls 😭
Oh honey I beg to differ. Wednesday is such a softie in her own complicated way. Less threats, less torture, more attention and even allowing physical contact. If she likes someone and does all that, then she's down bad. So no, Wednesday, you definitely ARE a softie.
And these first four paragraphs? Absolutely iconic and remarkable. The writing?? The metaphors?? The imagery?? The exaggerating cause Wednesday would rather die than admit she's soft??
agree, she's soft in her own special way!! and plss the lady gaga gif made me laugh. tysm 😭🤚
Well... since I am currently on a family vacation with 24 years if age... I tend to agree with Wednesday. It definitely can be a gruesome torture method.
ok but you got see sheep and see a bunch of pretty places so....idk if i believe you chief 🤨🤚
"Human embodiment of a rainbow" that made me snort, it's the perfect way to describe Enid. Now if only she was gay... then full on 100% rainbow bitch.
she's a walking pride parade fr
Ngl I love awkward goodbyes. They're just so amusing to witness!
pls, the way i just didn't know what to write for that scene 💀
Of course Wednesday is counting her victories against Bianaca. Go on girlboss! Keep beating her.
this is canon tbh
"Entirely unnecessary, but so were most things Enid did" The way I GASPED! Honey that's so savage and uncalled for 😭 Poor Enid. (Though it is utterly hilarious! )
"Higher than a 70" H.O.N.E.Y Were did that savagery come from?? Poor Enid is getting it all today. I absolutely LOVE it! A mean Wednesday is my favorite. That's just my kind of humor. Enid is so used to it by now she doesn't even react anymore. Good girl.
PLSJFHGASJF poor enid fr 😭😭 but she was already over wednesday's threats by ep2 so she doesn't even care anymore LMAOO
"You're broke" Wednesday really is giving it her all today, isn't she. OBSESSED
this was a self-roast tbh 💀
Oooh Wednesday got caught! I'm sure there was a lot of panic in her voice so the only solution for that are threats! Honestly at this point Wednesdays threats are a form of love. And besides, shouldn't R keep her hand? You know for holding it and doing other things...
so true tbh, threats are a wednesday love language!
THE MEME. OMG THAT TOOK ME OUT 😂 That came so unexpected, I scared my dog with my laughter.
This was fantastic as always!!
LMAOSJFAHEGFM i've had that meme in my camera roll for MONTHS and i've been waiting for june to hit so i could drop it, glad to see that it's a hit 😭😭😭
and thank you!! your thoughts and comments were fun to read as always<33 i hope you're having (or had? idk time zones) a great day 🥰🙏💖
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9 with teddy/borakov
"There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling" is actually canon for those dummies!!! the fic about that is here but it's old and it didn't cover the waking up so let's do something different. This is at an ambiguously pre-strahd-wedding point in the timeline:
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"Nim's posted up in the library," Borakov announces gruffly, returning from the hallway. "Ireena's in that other room. Denethor's in the Baron's bedroom. Already asleep. Somehow he's taking up the whole damn bed, him and Pidlwick."
Teddy laughs, but her mind turns over the number of habitable rooms left in the ruined manor, including the bedroom they're in now. Borakov had declared earlier it was hers, overseeing the party's room selection like a herd dog fussing over his sheep. "Where will you sleep?"
Borakov grimaces. "Thought I'd sleep in the hall, honestly. There's some beds in the servants' quarters that're still usable, but I don't want to be that far."
"Oh."
This is a finely-appointed room: a thick rug, patterned wallpaper (only lightly singed in the fire), drapery around the four-poster bed. The large four-poster bed. She swallows.
"You... could certainly stay in here. With me. There's plenty of room."
Borakov's eyebrows rise, and heat crawls up her neck.
"Uh. Sure." He hesitates. "If you don't mind?"
"Not at all."
He looks around the room. "Yeah, I could drag one of those cots in here."
Her heart sinks. That hadn't even occurred to her. "Oh. Sure. But I mean, if you wanted to--" He is looking at her, and her face is hot, and she is going to die by suggesting this, she's certain. "-- the bed is big, so we could... share?"
His expression is utterly incomprehensible for a long, agonizing moment, and then he clears his throat.
"Yeah, I, uh. I guess we could do that. You're sure?"
Theodora nods vigorously, not trusting herself to speak again.
"Well then," he might be blushing, it's hard to tell. "Thanks, Ted."
His silly little nickname shouldn't light her up inside, but it does, it always does, no matter how much she tells herself he nicknames everyone. She tries to talk herself into being normal about this as she helps him with his armor, and they take turns splashing their faces at the basin in the corner (the water in the pitcher has only a very thin film of ash at the top), and she crawls into the bed, on the side further from the door, Borakov extinguishing the light cast on his hammer.
The sheets smell like smoke, but they still feel luxurious compared to her hard bedroll. It's hard to enjoy them, however, as she senses the shifting weight of Borakov getting under the blankets beside her, and she makes every possible effort to make herself tiny and unobtrusive on her side of the mattress.
There's a long pause. It's pitch black, and suddenly very quiet. She's facing away from him, and she can't feel his weight, or his body heat, so there's probably a respectable amount of space between them. Not that that would matter if anyone were to walk in on them.
Or magically spy on them.
"Borakov," she whispers, horror dawning on her, "What if Strahd sees?"
There's a beat before he answers, soft in the darkness. "What?"
She sits up, now, mortified fear overtaking her. "I should have thought of it sooner-- what if Strahd sees? This? Us? And assumes--"
"So what if he sees?" Borakov growls, sitting up to match her. She can just make out his shape in the dark. "It's none of the devil's business. If he doesn't like it, he can stock Barovia with more beds so we don't have to double up."
A hysterical little giggle escapes her. "I just mean--"
"Yeah, I know what you mean. But even if we were..." Her heart leaps in her chest, but he changes course. "-- You don't owe him anything. That's all. You shouldn't worry what he thinks, Ted."
She suddenly feels very tired. "I think we have to, Borakov."
He's quiet for a moment. There's a rustle of blankets as he shifts, and she feels the warm brush of his fingers against hers. He pauses there, as if that's what he was looking for. As if he means to take her hand.
Then he thinks better of it, perhaps, and pulls away. "Get some sleep," he murmurs. "If anything happens, I'm right here."
Her throat suddenly thick, she nods. "Yeah. Okay."
Borakov lies back down, and she follows suit, if only to placate him. She won't sleep, she thinks -- how could she, here, with Borakov close enough to reach out and touch. Close enough to put them both in danger. Is it paranoia, to worry about Strahd's jealousy? Presumptive, even? Or is it stupid not to?
But sleep she does. The days are long in this place, and darkness always wins.
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The first thing she registers, upon regaining the ability to register anything, is how very warm she is. It isn't warm in their room at the Blue Water Inn, or out in the wilderness, or even in Ismark's manor. So why is she so warm?
She realizes why with perfect, thoughtless acceptance, as if she were still dreaming: Borakov's arms are around her, her face tucked into his chest. He radiates heat like a fire, and the blankets are soft and heavy, his arms solid. She has never been more blissfully comfortable in memory, and she can't recall why she shouldn't stay like this forever, a veil of semiconsciousness drawn between her and the vague sense that if she were more alert, something would be wrong.
She stays there as long as she can, drifting in the gossamer shallows between sleep and waking. Borakov's deep breathing ghosts her hair, his chest rising and falling gently; his heartbeat thrums hot beneath his skin and nothing else in the world moves at all.
It's perfect.
Perfect things are fleeting, in Barovia. Borakov's breath stutters once as he stirs, and it wakes her fully, like breaking through the surface of the ocean into bracing air. She goes stiff in his arms, suddenly remembering everything. All the Strahd reasons she shouldn't be in Borakov's arms. All the Borakov reasons, too.
Maybe she can pretend to be still asleep, she thinks quickly. Let him make the awkward decision of disentangling them. She keeps her eyes closed and holds very, very still. Too still.
"Hi, Ted." He says, rough with sleep. She can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest, pressed against him like this.
But he doesn't move. She cracks an eye open, but her head is tucked beneath is, so there's no looking right at him without moving. And there's no moving without implicitly acknowledging the position they're currently in.
"Hi," she mumbles, into his shirt.
Borakov continues not moving, so she doesn't either. Theodora thinks she can hear his heart beating faster, now, than it was when he slept. Hopefully he can't feel hers, since it's probably doing something stupid.
Eventually he makes a noise like a grunt. "We should... probably get up."
"We don't have to," she says, on some insane impulse, emboldened, maybe, by his warmth. Greedy for it. "We could stay here until they come to get us."
She cringes at herself, at her bald desperation. But Borakov continues not moving, until he does. It's a small shift, an adjustment of his arms and his weight. Getting comfortable, she realizes.
"Yeah," he says, moving a hand to her back. Holding her to him. On purpose. "We could do that."
Her mind feels sticky, a mess of need and paralysis and fear and what's left of sleep clinging to her. Bad. She shouldn't be doing this. But she feels too raw to do anything but nuzzle deeper into his chest and inhale.
She wonders if Tatyana was as selfish as she is. If the curse punishes her for her desperate wanting the same way it punishes Strahd for his.
Give me a ship and a prompt number and i'll write a minific!
#LONG SORRY#I cant write short things who knew#dndposting#curse of strahd#only one bed#teddy: i asked borakov to cuddle me so i am JUST AS BAD as strahd :(
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*visibly shaking*
I HAVE to steal your tags here, @mybelovedillya , because the dog you described sounds an awful like a Great Pyrenees, which is a breed that is very close to my heart for Reasons™️
Big, white, fluffy dog that is often more commonly seen in homes as a family dog. They're massive, and generally good-tempered, insanely soft, tolerate a lot of bullshit, loyal, and fiercely protective.
The latter half of that statement is because they were bred to be livestock guardians. Here's one chillin' with his herd of goats:
They will fuck up an entire pack of coyotes single handedly (pawedly?). All that fluff and extra skin is protection against teeth and claws so that they can protect their flock, herd, etc. They are unendingly kind and loyal to those creatures and people that they care about, but if you chose to fuck with their family? You're as good as dead. This Great Pyrenees in Georgia took on a pack of eleven coyotes who were at the fence of his flock, likely to protect his pregnant mate, while the other guardian dogs herded the flock of sheep away from the fight. He killed eight of them. Eight. By himself. (I'll include a post-fight picture of a Pyrenees at the bottom of this post, under the cut)
So, uh, long story short, I think a Great Pyrenees is the perfect comparison for Illya- a gentle giant, kind and extremely protective, deadly if you mess with his family, but still a big puppy dog who loves his people 💕💕💕💕
(⚠️CW: for bloody animal, but he's fine, it's not his blood)
This guy is another example of them being absolute badass dogs:
Napoleon: *gets down on one knee*
Illya: *also drops to the ground* what are we looking for?
Napoleon, reaching for the ring in his pocket: Peril......
#illya kuryakin#napoleon solo#illya is just a giant puppy#<- specifically a great pyreneese according to Phen's description and my being Totally Normal about animals lmao#tmfu#tmfu movie#the man from uncle
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chemtrails, ufos, lizard people, gmos
psychics, mentalists, bending spoons
fluoride in the pipes
bloodline of jesus christ
flat earth, hollow earth, hologram moon
president shapeshifters, stargates, robot hitler
space nazis, space commies, space isn't real
roswell '47, george bush, 9/11
bite sized microchips in your happy meal, oh
I love starting fires
oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending
I love to conspire
they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened
armageddon, d-day, new world order, michael bay
denver colorado has a portal to hell
missing boats, missing planes, timewarp saddam hussein
multi-uni-omniverse running parallel
the moon landing was a lie
elvis presley didn't die
einstein had a hover car, my uncle was ringo star
rocks are soft
dogs are cats
fact is fiction, fiction's fact
doesn't matter what I spit cause people always buy my shit!
I love starting fires
oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending
I love to conspire
they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened
soylent green, devil pope, drag queen, horoscopes
jews own starbucks, tryna steal all our bucks
drug addiction, evil doctors,
Gravity won seven oscars
tiny frog, it's in my ear, feeding me the lyrics
big pharma, big brother
milk doesnt come from udders
pepsi, cola and coke, they're the same that's no joke
honey booboo is a man, iraq's actually iran
anime makes people gay but you still watch it anyway!
I love starting fires
oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending
I love to conspire
they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened
rigged elections, propaganda, jesus christ comes from uganda
dragons guarding buckingham, shoes are just a fucking scam
bumblebees can hear you think, babies come from dirty sinks
lawns are just a metaphor, why arent there words that rhyme with door?
hate is good!
good is bad!
moths are making children sad!
greenday, alley way, I'm running out of things to say!
I love starting fires
oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending
I love to conspire
they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened
drama always beats facts
people dont like feedback, they want answers that equate to their current mental state.
And if you reassure their fears, and wipe away all of their tears,
bring them hope,
give them love,
claim you're sent from up above
but if a little seed of doubt is planted then you'll want it out before it poisons and destroys obedient young girls and boys
so if you make a little peep, to the farmers, to their sheep,
I'll sneak into your quarters and I'll cut you in your fucking sleep!
I love starting fires
oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending
I love to conspire,
but when I am gone the bullshit still goes on
and on
and on
and on...
I love starting fires
oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending
I love to conspire
they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened
I love starting fires
oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending
I love to conspire
they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened
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If Jack was a dog.
If Hercules was a dog.
Ok I just gave myself an idea for a request.
What if Jack,Hercules, Hermes, Thor, Hlokk, and any other characters you want got sucked through a portal and meet there au dog counterparts and there owner who is a single mom and her daughters one is in her teens and the other is a toddler who just learned how to walk steady on her feet.
Dog Jack and dog Hercules like to walk the older daughter to and from the bus stop, they live on a farm in the country so the bus stop (which is basically a tree with a bench underneath it) is a long way from the house.
Dog Jack has his own puppy a little female who is the runt of the litter. His owner breed him with a Great Dane female all the other puppies got sold but they let him keep this one since they became so attached to each other,Hlokk is pretty much her big sister (or should I say small sister, even a runt from a half Great Dane litter would be kinda tall.).
Hlokk can tell it’s them cuz of her keen nose,Jack made a comment in the recent extra chapter that she has a keen nose. And if that wasn’t enough to convince them the dogs even have the same names as them and look exactly like them lol.
Each dog has there own role to play on the farm like for example:
•guarding the house and the barn at night.
•rounding up the hens if they get loose.
•chasing foxes and or raccoons out of the hen house.
•herding the sheep.
•keeping predators like wolves and cougars out of the horse corral and barn.
•making sure the cats doing it’s job as pest control eating rats,mice,snakes,etc.
•babysitting (yes Jack and or Hercules babysit BOTH daughters even if the older says she doesn’t need it. They know she likes the company.).
•being escorts for the girls is one of them (a self assigned role) they both get a hug a kiss and an I love you before she says goodbye and gets on the bus and when she gets of the bus.
#record of ragnarok#ror jack the ripper#record of ragnorak jack#ror jack#record of ragnorak#record of ragnorak jack the ripper#records of ragnarok#record of ragnarok imagines#ror imagines#record of ragnarok heracles#ror heracles#my ror ideas
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[3:38 a.m.]
pairing: san x seosang
top: san
bottom: yeosang
genre: smut
words: 1463
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yeosang mumbled to himself while staring at his computer screen. he took a quick sip of his cappuccino and shook his head.
"nope. it doesn't sound genuine enough," he sighed in disbelief and tapped the backspace key a few times to clear out the words he had typed.
waking up at three in the morning with a house full of seven crack heads is the worst decision yeosang has ever made. he would sit in his room writing a fanfic about two male kpop idols being a couple. he wouldn't talk about it to anyone. not even to wooyoung, his roommate.
the blonde yawned out of boredom and being tired and lightly scratched his cheek. looked at the time on the corner of his computer screen.
"three thirty-eight... and i still haven't posted anything in my writing account for a month, except for silly life updates," yeosang complained then closed his laptop and set it under his bed.
"i'm going to grab something to eat really quick. i'm hungry. maybe get another cup of cappuccino while i'm at it."
he quietly left the room and tip-toed to the kitchen. once yeosang made it there, he opened the cabinet of snacks and grabbed his two packs of dried, sea salted seaweed. he opened the other cabinet that was filled with coffee mugs of all kind. some being LGBT and BT21.
yeosang grabbed the shooky mug and set it on the kitchen counter. he opened the bin of coffee beans and poured a cup into the coffee machine, thankful that it wasn't empty. seonghwa and mingi went out grocery shopping recently and hongjoong, san, and wooyoung restocked everything after their necessary walmart run.
while turning on the grinding button, he heard soft taps from the hallway. a tired groaned followed by it.
"sangie," a voice groaned, sounding a little annoyed from the coffee machine being on, "we can't have coffee until six. what are you doing up at this time?"
yeosang looked over his shoulder to san. san was his best friend for five years and his lover for six months. the two met in high school months before graduation and college orientation. san was never the one to make fun of yeosang, unless he's done something weird or being effortlessly funny towards the roommates, and he can let someone be themselves.
he cleared his throat and added water to the boiling water kettle, making a cup for himself.
"i can't sleep. once i'm up, i have to do something like making coffee," the blonde simply answered, cautiously pouring water into the grinded coffee and mixing it with a spoon.
"it's been like for years. i tried counting sheep, but i am an adult. none of that crap works unless it's booze."
san let out a quiet chuckle and took a seat at the kitchen counter.
"well, you have me. you could've just asked for some cuddles. we all know you don't drink. you're a light weight for fuck sakes," he reminded.
"you never had a drink before. not even a fake daiquiri."
"and i don't plan to any time soon. i will forever be an uber to all of you drinkers, including jongho," the older added then stretched and rolled his shoulders while the coffee was brewing into the coffee jar.
"ouch. that hurts my feelings, sangie," san teased, getting up from the stool and walking over to the male. he circled his arms on yeosang's waist and swayed him to side to side, smiling fondly.
a deep red blush covered yeosang's face. he could feel one of san's hands going under his shirt, and his thumb gently pressed against yeosang's nipple, which caused him to let out a soft gasp and closed his eyes.
"s-san, baby, what're you — w-we can't. not right n-now," he whispered helplessly while san placed soft kisses on his neck and shoulder.
"please, yeosang. it's been weeks that we've done it. you've been avoiding me for too long, baby," the other whispered back.
the black and red haired male turned off the coffee machine and pressed his body against yeosang, his chest touching his back as his other hand pulled yeosang's pink lace panties down to his lower thighs. san scooped him up and took him to his bedroom, his foot pushing the door closed once they were in.
the two began making out passionately. yeosang's back against the wall while san held his wrists pin above his head with hand. yeosang moaned when felt precum dripping out of his tip.
"sannie, please, please," he whispered through the kiss as san pulled away to take yeosang's shirt off and cover his chest with hickeys and bites.
"come on, bunny. speak to me. what do you want me to do?"
yeosang felt chills going down on his back from the pet name. he has always been san's bunny. he was hardly a brat in the bed, unless he was impatient with the teasing.
"touch me, please. i need you inside me, san," he begged, rolling his hips against his boyfriend's.
"can i ride you, please? i've been good all day."
san groaned softly from the friction and nodded his head as his reply. how could he say no to an idea like that? what yeosang wants is what yeosang gets.
the couple pulled away and lied down on the bed. yeosang hurriedly took off san's sweatpants and boxers and handed him the condom. he stood on his patiently while san tore the package with his teeth and carefully slipped on the condom.
"are you prepped, bunny," he asked while yeosang sat on his lap and placed his hands on san's chest, straddling him.
"yes, i am. only for you, san."
"good job, bun. you're going to take my cock so well. you won't be walking for a week," san praised, making yeosang bite on his bottom at the idea.
yeosang positioned his hole to san's big cock and slowly slid down, letting out a broken moan. his nails dug onto san's skin while adjusting to his size. san held his waist and groaned at the friction.
maybe san was right. no. he was definitely. yeosang has been avoiding his and san's sexual needs for too long. all the working and errand runnings have took up so much of their time. they'll have to make it up by this and possibly going to breakfast and dinner.
"so tight ~ start moving, babe ~"
and yeosang did what he was told. he rode and bounced on san's cock like there was no tomorrow. the cal king size mattress squeaked, and head board thud against the wall over and over.
the two men were a hot mess. both of their sweaty bodies grinding up against each other, slobbily kissing and leaving marks on their skin that wouldn't leave in a day or two. san flipped yeosang and thrusted deeper inside him. his cock going in and out of yeosang's turning him on more and more till san hit yeosang's prostate.
"right there! right there, san! oh fuck~ 'm cumming," yeosang screamed in pure bliss, close to his orgasm.
a knot form inside san's stomach, and his thrusts became sloppy after giving yeosang permission. he came on his chest and stomach, tears staining the bed sheets. he spasm and panted softly. san pulled out and came into the condom.
"fuck... that was so great, honey. you did so well. let's get cleaned up before hyung catches us."
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san and yeosang slept in that morning, cuddling under the sheets and wearing new pajamas. the sun's ray seeped through the curtains. yeosang groggily opened his eyes and rubbed the sleep off his eyes. his brown orbs stared at san, who was peacefully asleep and had his arms on his waist.
"such a cutie," he whispered and heard a knock on the door.
yeosang slipped out of san's arms and stretched and cracked his knuckles. he walked to the door and opened it just to see jongho with a smug smirk.
"you forgot these panties, hyung," the youngest teased, holding the evidence in a plastic bag.
"i don't know if you know, but i'll say once for you horn dogs. these walls can talk. we heard every little thing."
yeosang blushed in embarrassment and sucked in his teeth. he grabbed his panties and closed the door. he rolled his eyes and turned to see san waking up and getting out of the bed.
"was that jongho? that little shit," san mumbled and sighed.
"where should we go for breakfast, bunny? it's on me today. "
"it doesn't matter. i just wanna spend time with you this week and next. forever actually."
#kpop writers#ateez yeosang#ateez san#ateez sansang#kpop#kpop fanfic#ateez fic#ateez ships#8 makes 1 team#stream for clear skin#bxb#mxm romance#gay smut#ateez smut
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"I MISSED YOU" KISS (STONY)
"I MISSED YOU" KISS: long and relentless, holding their bodies close, arms completely around their waist, heads buried in each other's neck or chest, leaving small kisses there too.
Tony was worried. He always worried when Steve was out on his tour. But it was in Steve's bones to answer when someone needed him and if it was his country to call, he just had to be there. Steve just couldn't say no to anyone and certainly he could not back off from a fight. Tony didn't like it, but he didn't want to change him either, he had married Captain Steve Rogers, he knew what he was getting himself into. He hated when Steve was overseas, he hated going to bed in an empty bed and hated even more waking up to a cold spot where Steve was supposed to be. He hated not knowing what was happening out there nor if Steve was still alive. Tony rolled in the bed, throwing his arm on Steve's place, finding it empty. He felt a pain in his guts. It was not a new sensation, he had gotten used to it. The moonlight was coming in from the big window, shining on the half-empty bed and on Tony's face. Tony tried to keep his eyes shut as possible, trying to fall asleep. He tried to control his breathing, count the sheep, recite the alphabet, whatever he could think of, but nothing worked. He rolled over, again and again, trying to find a comfortable position but the bed seemed to have turned to stone all of a sudden. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and he growled when he saw that it was only 3 am. He growled and finally managed to bring himself out of bed. He put on one of Steve's Army t-shirts and headed to the kitchen. Tony prepared a fresh pot of coffee, scrolling through some emails. Tony walked to his lab, bringing the whole pot with him. He opened some files on his holographic table, staring at them, trying to decide from which one he had to start. He took out all of his notes on the projects he had to finish for Stark International. Huffing, Tony rolled a stool closer to the table and got to work. By the end of the night, Tony had sorted through half of the projects and drank two full pots of coffee, without even eating anything. He had even shut down JARVIS in order not to be disturbed. He had some tight deadlines that he had to meet and had every intention to finish the projects before the end of the day. He was so concentrated on what he was doing that he didn't even hear the steps coming down the stairs. What he did feel were two big hands sliding on his waist. At first, he thought it was a hallucination, many times before he had felt Steve's hands on his body, even if he was not physically there, but then he felt the heat from Steve's hands on his belly. Tony stopped moving, lifting his eyes from the table and put one hand on Steve's, just to check if he was really there. Tony turned on his stool, facing Steve's chest, with a huge smile on his face. He jumped on his feet and put his hands on Steve's cheeks, standing on his tiptoes and finally pressed his lips on Steve's. They kissed for what it seemed like forever, breaking it off just to breathe. Steve was keeping his arms wrapped tight around Tony's waist, keeping him close for the first time after so long. When they finally broke off the kiss, heavily breathing, Tony jumped in Steve's arms, wrapping his arms around Steve's neck and his legs around his hips. He buried his face between his arms and Steve's neck, leaving a series of small, wet kisses mixed with warm tears. Steve caressed Tony's soft skin from under his t-shirt, after spinning around and sitting on the stool where previously Tony was sitting. Steve gently stroke Tony's hair, calming him down after hearing him sob. "Hey, I'm here now" "You're here" Tony replied nodded. "Yes- Steve brushed away a tear from Tony's face- and I'm not leaving ever again" Tony looked at him, perplexed. "You...?" Steve nodded, smiling. "I convinced them to discharge me, I'm never leaving you again, I promise" Tony looked back at Steve with his mouth open. "Are you serious? It's not nice to joke about stuff like this, y'know" Steve caressed his cheek, smiling softly. "Yes, I'm serious" Tony threw himself back at Steve, holding him close with a hand behind Steve's head. "You didn't get much sleep, did you?" Tony shook
his head in Steve's neck. "Let's get to bed now honey, ok?" Steve asked, standing up and heading back to their bedroom. Once they arrived, Tony was already half asleep and moaned when Steve laid him on the bed, to get in the shower. When he came back, Tony was fully asleep and even lightly snoring. Steve smiled, getting into bed and covering Tony with the sheet. As Tony felt Steve's weight moving the mattress, he rolled over, burying his face on Steve's chest and tangling their legs together. Steve kissed Tony's head as Tony grabbed Steve's dog tags with a little smile. "Good night, my love" he whispered, closing his eyes, making sure to hold Tony close to him.
#stony#stevetony#tonysteve#ironshield#steve x tony#tony x steve#stevextony#tonyxsteve#steve rogers#tony stark#superhusbands#ironfam#stony fluff
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