#blame the cheek floof

[ghouljams]

Friend.

Viking!Ghost with a huge wolf-dog.

Or, even better : shepherd!reader with a huge wolf-dog, or two ; big, ferocious babies who absolutely love the guy, smothering him in kisses and floof every time he visits his darling. Huge balls of fluff who are absolutely delighted when he picks both of them up as if they were still puppies. Reader falling a little bit more in love with him every time she catches him interact with them, gently talking to them as their tails wag and wag and wag. And Ghost who has to suck in a breath when he finds her asleep in the barn after she spent the night helping one of her sheep give birth, the two dogs acting as really big and warm blankets, along with all the other sheep ; just a huge pile of snuggles that won’t let any kind of cold wind through. Just utter cuteness, and the huge, powerful viking is smitten.

My period has been acting up since yesterday, and last night was a nightmare. I’m a little bit better, but I can’t eat otherwise it’s gonna start all over again. I am not hurt, I AM the hurt. I really wish I had a big doggo or one of my cats to snuggle with, or a partner to help with the panic attacks this shoot always comes with (or all of those, I need warmth and cuddles and love).

I wanna write, by I can’t, because brain not braining properly. So I’m imagining fluffy scenarios while listening to the rain outside.

The birds are singing in harmony with the rain. It’s a cozy melody.

Lots of love, Friend.

Mii, out (like a light, soon, probably).

You're getting used to the visits. The giant of a viking that hovers just at the edge of your fence, watching like he's got something to say only to turn away when you ask him to say it. The dogs like him, galloping over to the man every time his shadow crosses your fence. They wiggle and jump like puppies, pushing their big paws against his chest and stretching long with their heads back, the only man that hasn't been bowled over by them yet. You can't blame them for their affections.

Your guest scoops up one of them and cradles the overgrown mutt against his chest. Your dog, for all its ferocity, licks at his mask like the tamest pup in a litter. You get your flock settled before making your way over. It's a fair assumption the viking won't walk away with your dog, so you're guessing he's worked up the nerve for a conversation. You manage to get all the way to the fence, though he takes a step back when you lean against it. You switch your attention to the dog still on the ground and scratch under her chin. Her big eyes stare sadly up at you, as if you could pick her up like the viking.

"Ghost," he says, and you're struck by how rich his voice is, deep and smokey as a dwarves cavern, "you can call me Ghost," he explains, apparently having realized his attempted start at a conversation wasn't going to go anywhere.

"There another viking hidin' his face like you?" You ask him, the introduction is lovely (if a little awkward) but everyone in the village knows Ghost. Or, they know of him. Nobody really knows him. You figure that's what the mask is for.

"Suppose not," he replies, and there's a touch of humor in his voice you hadn't expected. It makes you think he's smiling. Somehow that makes your cheeks feel hot. Strange.

"What do you need Ghost?" You ask, leaning against the fence. He leans to put your dog down, and the other one goes to nose his hand. He scratches her head lightly before straightening up.

"Just came to pet the dogs," he tells you. You smile. "No show this time?" He asks.

"No wolves," you nod towards the pasture, your flock safe and sound as they graze. Your eyes land on the wolf fang sewn to his leather. It's familiar enough to make your heart squeeze. You wish he'd come for you.

-

You're not out in the pasture, or answering the door when he knocks. It's early but Ghost didn't think you'd be that sound a sleeper. Fucking hell it's early, he shouldn't even be here but he wanted to see you before he left and- and he couldn't stop himself. He was delaying leave for his own selfish desired, but he couldn't stop himself from coming out to your little pasture. He had no excuse for it, nothing he could tell you, but he didn't want to talk to you he wanted to see you.

These are two different things.

He wanders around the fence you've put up, sturdy, well maintained. He wonders if you fix it up yourself or ask someone else to do it. You could ask him, he'd fix it for you. He'd fix anything for you. As long as it was you asking, he could do anything.

He stops outside a little covered barn, the hay leading into it is fresh, the doors slightly ajar. It's a good bet if he's ever seen one. The hinges don't stick when he inches the door open to look inside.

One of your dogs lifts its head from your lap, and stares at him, it's fluffy tail wagging softly against the hay. You're asleep, of course you're asleep. Sprawled over the hay, your dogs cuddled around you, the rest of the sheep settled to huddle close to their shepherd as well. You're surrounded by thick wool and wirey dogs, hardly bothered by the animals and straw as you sleep through the wee hours of the morning. You don't even look cold.

Ghost unhooks his cloak, the black leather and wolf's fur feeling ominous in such a pastoral scene, and drapes it over you like a blanket. Your dogs sniff it inquisitively, nosing it until he pushes their heads away with gentle pats. He tucks the fur against your neck and strokes his knuckles against your cheek. You're so beautiful, soft and vulnerable even under your fangs. He would have taken you to bed last night if you'd let him. Stayed up to watch the ewe and her new lamb while you curled up under the pelt blankets to sleep. How safe must you feel? How safe would he feel?

His thumb strokes against the fur and he stands. You'll still be here when he gets back, maybe not in the barn but here. In the village, in your pasture, right where he knows he can find you.

And hopefully, you'll be wearing his cloak when he does.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #x oc #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x oc #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x oc #simon riley cod #simon riley #ghost cod #viking!ghost #viking au #oc: goose #shepherd!goose #Mii I'm in love with your brain #its so big and wonderful and you give me such good morsels to chew on #also “the birds are singing in harmony with the rain. its a cozy melody.” #is such a good line i mean im going to think about it forever #thank you for sharing your thoughts with me

[scoutswritingcorner]

This is just a dorky fluff request. What about Angel Dust with a small boyfriend who gets cold really easily?

Seriously, I'm Lucifer's height, and I'm on medication that makes me get really cold sometimes.

Cold Nights

Angel Dust x Male Reader

A/N: Of course I can, we gotta give our favorite spider boy some lovin’! I mostly did this as a headcanon thing but if you want me to write this as a fic don’t be afraid to send me another request!

TW:A little suggestive.

-🕷️ Let me say, everyone is shorter than this 8 foot king and when he first saw you? He called you a ‘Short King’ much like he did with Lucifer. He still does, don’t get me wrong but now he calls you ‘His Short King’.

-🩷 When he realizes how constantly cold you are? He drapes himself over you or hell, giving you his jacket. He doesn’t want his boyfriend to freeze to his second death. He will also shove your face into his floof if he sees that your cheeks and nose are getting red from how cold you are.

-🕷️ Let me tell you when your cuddling? He brings out all the stops. A heating blanket he got specifically for you and Nuggets (He just loves to see his boys cuddling on a warm and toasty blanket) and giving you one of his many sweaters. Still cold? Don’t worry, he’s running off to get you a warm water bottle to help you. 

-🩷 Even when around other people especially in the hotel, if he sees you shivering or standing somewhere to get warmed up? He’s scooping your ass up and plopping you down on his lap to cuddle the fuck out of you. He literally is a giant cuddle bug.

-🕷️ Someone else trying to help warm you up with a hug or just giving you their jacket? He’s immediately jealous and walks over to prove that he’s way better at keeping you warm. He’s not subtle about it either. 

-🩷 Warm baths/showers are a thing that happens often. Especially if he gets home from work and sees you shivering under the blankets as you wait up for him. You get to help him wash off everything from his day at work and in return he holds you close helping you stay warm. 

-🕷️ He will joke/flirt that he could definitely warm you up if you join him in bed that night. Bonus points for him if he gets to see you flustered and hide your face blaming it on how cold you were.

-🩷 Residents in the hotel or the gang will constantly catch glimpses of him carrying you around like nothing as he grabs a snack. Your face hiding in his shoulder as he walks around acting like nothing, people are scared to say anything…until they realize you have just fallen asleep while cuddling him and he was too scared to leave you alone.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #angel dust imagine #angel dust x you #angel dust x male reader #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x reader #male reader

[jaehunnyy]

dynamic

Genre: soulmate!au, strangers-to-lovers, crack, maybe a bit suggestive but not really?, floofy floof

Word count: 2.1k

Pairing: rockstar!Wooyoung x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of pain and some broken bones, mentions of a funeral but nothing explicit (related to Seonghwa's story Memento Mori), mentions of crying, swear words, Wooyoung has some other piercings that he has irl, pet names, a kiss, possible grammar mistakes

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @pocketjoong-reads, @nebulousbrainsoup, @justhere4kpop, @bluehwale, @bluisheye93, @ssaboala, @i-luvsang, @ad0rechuu

Networks: @cromernet 🤍

The music echoing through the loud speakers was suddenly replaced by your muffled breaths, a frustrated sigh escaping your lips as you kept messing up the same step for the nth time that day. You groaned in annoyance when your friend blamed it on the pain of your overworked limbs; yet, you signaled him to shut up, starting the music once again and trying to concentrate as much as you could before everything you crafted came crashing down—cause this scene happened exactly two minutes before the disaster. 

Wooyoung was helping his bandmate, Hongjoong, upload some announcements on the internet as they temporarily needed a lead vocalist who could replace Seonghwa on their tour. Due to the loss of his soulmate, all he wanted was to stay back from fans and fame for a bit, and they were all willing to give him a well-deserved break and wait for him. 

"You know you can still call me whenever you need help, right, guys?" Seonghwa asked on the other side of the phone, voice low and raspy due to all the crying he'd been through. 

Hongjoong smiled and nodded, wishing nothing more than to be close to his friend and show his support in this hard period. Attending a funeral would never be easy, especially when it’s your soulmate’s, your other half’s grave you're crying on; so he just wanted to show love to his friend. 

“Yeah, Seonghwa, just relax. It will be alri—’’

“OUCH! MY FUCKING HAND!” a sharp scream was heard, followed by another one: “It hurts, I can’t feel my hand, ouch!” 

“Woo?” 

“Soulmate, I fucking adore you but, holy crap!”

Hongjoong looked worriedly at Wooyoung, hanging up the phone as Wooyoung continuously hissed in pain. Among the eight rockstars, Wooyoung was the most excited to meet his soulmate—despite the pain he had to go through. Thus, he was convinced it wasn't one-sided; Wooyoung was clumsy and made you suffer a bit as well, and after all, where would the fun be in having such a bond, if not in teasing each other about the places you've hit yourself? Wooyoung endured all this pain for the sake of your tied souls, the pain that wore his soulmate's face, so he was taking it like a champ—not today, though. 

“Does it hurt that bad? Do you need to go to the hospital? You have quite a low pain tolerance, maybe it’s too muc-’’

“Shut up and just take me to the hospital!” 

Hongjoong took a long breath and shut his eyes, allowing Wooyoung to talk to him like that only this time. It’s safe to say that it was a hell of a day for both of you; all you wanted was to prepare the perfect choreography for the opening of Guerrillas’ concert, yet everything seemed compromised now. You were on the way to the hospital and you were sure you had some broken bones, crying not only for you but for your soulmate too, knowing how hurtful that must have been. Minho was nagging at how he told you that it was too much, but as soon as he saw the tears on your cheeks, he stopped. 

“Y/n, you will be fine… I’m by your side.” Minho, better known as Lee Know, your friend and partner for over ten years sighed, rubbing your back to soothe you a bit. 

You tried to take deep breaths, being used to this kind of pain, but more likely overwhelmed due to the wrong time this happened. As soon as you reached the hospital, your friend helped you get out of the car and followed you inside, asking for a doctor who could see you soon. At the same time, Hongjoong made it to the hospital too, carrying his extra whiny friend as he didn’t seem to shut up about his condition. 

“I’ll get you both an X-ray, prepare. I will need to cut your shirt so that I can have access to your hand, okay?” the doctor professionally said, until you heard some protests from an emo guy. 

“My mesh shirt? No, doctor, sorry but you are not cutting this.”

“Wooyoung, let her do her job.” Joong sighed, rubbing his temples as the younger one was giving him a headache. 

“No, no! No one is touching my outfit, I put a lot of effort into it!” 

Already losing his patience regarding Wooyoung’s antics, Hongjoong nudged his nape slightly in order to make him shut up—yet Wooyoung didn’t seem to be the only one affected. 

“Ouch!” you said in unison. 

Your eyes widened and you looked immediately around you, in search of the voice that echoed your scream, realizing that besides your friend, the emo guy, his friend, and the doctor, the room was empty. You stared at the shiny, silver jewels that adorned the long-haired guy’s ears, your eyes unconsciously roaming on his eyebrow piercing, then slowly, on his handsome features. His hair was tied in a messy ponytail, and you were completely out of it; was he really your soulmate? You must have been daydreaming for a while, because you felt Minho’s fingers pinching you, and when you flinched in pain, the guy copied your reaction—he had to be your soulmate. You opened your eyes to see him standing next to you, an overly excited wave coming from his healthy hand. 

“Hey, I think we’re soulmates!” he exclaimed, a big smile stretching his lips as he talked again: “You have no idea how excited I was to meet you, despite the pain you caused me. I learned to love you with all of it.” 

You smiled softly, reciprocating the feeling; the soulmate bond has always been a special thing for you, so now, with your soulmate beside you, you couldn’t help but show it to the world. Soul ties have fascinated you since you were just a little girl; something about having your own half, someone you could call yours forever, made you shiver with excitement. 

“I’m happy to meet you as well, emo guy.” 

Hongjoong smiled softly at the sight of his friend, an arm on his shoulder as he played with his hair softly: “Wooyoung is quite a special human, he is more than the emo guy he wants to be perceived as; he has a lot of love to give you.” 

You nodded at his friend’s words, Woo’s hand touching yours before the doctor came back, taking you to the place where you would be examined. 

“Seems like you two have a broken arm,” the doctor said, writing something down before talking again: “you should take some rest and medication, for at least a few weeks.” 

“I won’t be able to play the guitar for that much time? Holy crap, what would you guys do without your dear bassist?” 

"So we need to replace both Seonghwa and you now, amazing." Hongjoong said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the younger one who was sticking his tongue at him.

The familiar names seemed to make more sense now, as you opened your mouth to speak.

“Don’t tell me… are you guys members of Guerrillas?” the words left your mouth as your soulmate smirked, nodding. 

“See, Joong? She’s a woman of culture.” 

“No way, I was supposed to dance at the opening of your concert!” 

You saw the shocked look on their faces; they were surprised to have one of the best dancers at that moment, and the leader of a well-known dancing crew beside them. 

“I guess I couldn’t get luckier, then.” Wooyoung whispered, hugging your shoulders with the other hand while you leaned into his touch. 

Three months passed since you and Wooyoung first met, and this period was filled with nothing but happiness and news in your life. You have discovered that under the cold allure he loved to keep on stage, he was a lovely, sweet guy (although clingy). He was also surprised by how much you resembled each other, though, in the end, you were his other half. His heart had always craved your touch, your voice, you. And despite those around you who were judging you for going too fast, you two felt as if it was the right thing to do. For Wooyoung, his soulmate meant another reason to keep pushing through when life gets hard, it meant happiness, the sweet sensation of spiritual fulfillment. For you? Your soulmate meant dynamic. A constant development of your personas, learning and growing together. A necessary energy that tied your souls together—it was giving you life, just like the blood flowing through your veins. And there you were now, in your practice room, your body settled between his legs as he laid his chin on your shoulder, watching whatever you were scrolling on your phone when suddenly, an idea hit you. 

“Should I show you the choreography that united us?” you chuckled, turning your head to see him better. 

“I would love to. Teach me too!” 

You smiled and got up, dragging him after you, in the middle of the floor. You started teaching him some of the easier moves in your choreography and watched as he followed along, though he seemed pretty much blinded by your beauty, and maybe, just maybe, a little lightbulb started to brighten his head with some amazing ideas too. He met the sight of his guitar, going to grab it as you looked at him. 

“Woo?” 

He just smirked, grabbing the guitar and attaching it to his torso with the help of its strap, then taking his phone and playing a rhythmic rock song, filling the speakers and your ears with a sweet melody. Queen's Crazy Little Thing Called Love was now serving as background music, while Wooyoung was working on strumming his guitar, fingers skillfully plucking the strings while he moved his head along to the music. You looked at him in awe, admiring how his hair fell into beautiful, raven waves on his face, the way the rings adorning his fingers shined with every movement of his hands, the way his body was swaying to the beat. 

It didn't take you a lot to start moving to the music, eyes shining with passion and love as you found yourself freestyling something. Your arms and legs were swaying graciously, making you get carried away with this being the first time properly dancing since your hand healed. Your soulmate wore a cheeky grin on his face as he started to sing the lyrics, his fancy attitude flying around him as he mouthed the words. 

"There goes my baby

She knows how to rock and roll

She drives me crazy" 

His smile kept growing bigger and bigger with every step he was making toward you, finally approaching you and putting his guitar aside. He smiled and his hands found their way around your waist, your bodies swaying in unison (more like jumping as you were too immersed into the music), into your little soulful party. He pressed his forehead on yours, noses rubbing together, making you giggle softly. You two kept stepping and stepping until he had you pinned to the wall as his face got closer to yours, his warm breath on your neck. His soft lips captured yours, your hands finding their way into his hair as your tongues molded into a sweet, yet passionate kiss. It was lovely, exuding a sincere emotion, the pure love between you—that was until you softly hissed when you felt something cold against your lips, looking at Wooyoung with a raised eyebrow, to which he only smirked. 

“Holy shit, do you have a tongue piercing?” 

“Surprise, baby.” 

You were face-timing your boyfriend while he was on tour, and the idea of cooking together popped into Wooyoung’s head. He was still upset that you had an event coming up right when he was touring (or at least that's what you told him, cause you had other plans), so there you were, trying your best to distract him from finding out more than needed.

“Hi, princess. We’re making waffles today.” 

“Okay, chef.” you nodded, giggling at how advanced he was with his recipe, while you were only taking the ingredients out, in order to waste time.

“My love, you are soooo sloooowww.” he whined, intentionally dragging the words and looking at the camera while you moved away from the camera’s view. “Baby, a bit to the right, please? I can’t see you, can you move your phone a bit?” 

He frowned when he noticed your sudden disappearance, looking around and noticing something off; you were definitely not home. What he expected to be your usual kitchen was replaced with some modern furniture, way too similar to the one in his hotel room. 

“Babe? Your kitchen looks so damn similar to mine… Are you perhaps in the same hotel as me? Did you trick me?” 

You smiled softly, knocking at the door and waiting for him to open it; without hesitation, he hung up the call and opened the door for you, catching you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist, whispering a slow “Surprise, baby.” 

#ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung fluff #jung wooyoung ateez #jung wooyoung x reader #ateez x y/n #kpop oneshots #kpop ff #wooyoung x y/n #ateez x you #wooyoung x you

[paniniseller]

Don't blame you love. Floof. Cuddly jumper. Looking pleased with himself. Rosy cheeks. Got it all.

#tim laurence #sir tim laurence #timothy laurence #sir timothy laurence

[jaskierswolf]

"Ticklish" geraskier

Tada! Sorry it's so late nonny! I hope you like it! 🥺

CW: vague mentions of sex but other than that it's all floof

_

Geralt hated coming down from the potions. The burning anxiety that rippled against his skin made him jumpy. He had too much energy and nowhere to put it. At first he’d tried visiting a brothel but the moment the last of the potions left his body then he was asleep and he didn’t fancy wasting coin on a whore that he didn’t even get to enjoy. So instead he normally attempted meditation to no avail, especially since travelling with Jaskier. The bard made too much noise around camp for his usual meditation. 

That was why Geralt was currently rolling around on his bedroll and grumbling about not being able to sleep. Next to him Jaskier was huffing and pouting. Geralt knew he should feel bad about keeping Jaskier awake but it really wasn’t his fault and he hadn’t asked the bard to follow him. The problem was that Geralt just didn't have enough mental capacity to care about anymore than his own well-being in this state and Jaskier's huffing was only hindering his sleep more than usual.

"Jaskier!" he growled, sitting up and glaring at the bard. "Shut up." 

"Me!?" The word was shrieked in a dramatic manner than only a bard could pull off. "Me?! Excuse you Geralt! You've been stomping around all night. I thought you normally crashed out after a hunt not..." Jaskier waved his hand in front of his face, "Not whatever this is!" 

There was a tense silence as they glowered at each other in the dark, well... Jaskier wasn't quite holding Geralt's gaze but he could barely see in the dark and he was trying his best. Only in his current mood it just made Geralt angrier. "Took too many. Can't sleep until it's burnt off."

It didn't take long for Geralt to regret his choice in words as a wave of lust poured off of Jaskier, sweet and enticing but there was really no point even trying. It would only lead to disappointment for them both. So Geralt swatted the bard over the head. 

"Not like that, you idiot." 

Jaskier sniggered, not even having the decency to blush. "Can't blame a man for trying, Geralt? But seriously, can I help? What do you need? Squats? Jogging? Oh god I'm awful at jogging." 

With a roll of his eyes, Geralt pushed Jaskier back. A faint smile tugged at his lips despite his bad mood. The bard really was an idiot but he was Geralt's idiot.

Jaskier pouted in the dark and shoved Geralt in the chest, thumping against his shirt when he didn't even make a noise. "Gods, it's like hitting a wall! There must be some weak point." Wandering fingers crept up the inside of Geralt's shirt, trailing over his extra sensitive skin and he let out a squeak. "Ah ha!"

"Jaskier, no." 

"Jaskier, yes!" 

The bard cried gleefully and launched his attack, nimble fingers prodding and poking at any exposed skin they could find. Before long Jaskier had straddled Geralt's waist, tickling his sides, under his arms, across his stomach. Geralt struggled, not quite able to use his full strength with the onslaught of giggles that escaped him. It was humiliating but it had his heart racing and he could almost feel the potions starting to burn out. His senses dimmed and the restlessness left him more and more with every breath. 

The weight of Jaskier on top of him was the final straw, pushing out that anxiety despite all the wriggling and tickling and Geralt felt his muscles all start to relax. His eyes were heavy and his protests started to slur... 

"Jask..." The word trailed off into silence as he crashed into the dark waves of sleep. 

Above him the bard smiled, love radiating from him like a beacon now the witcher had fallen asleep. He leant down and kissed Geralt's cheek before shuffling back to his own bedroll. "Goodnight, dear heart. Rest well."

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier pankratz #wolfie's witcher writing

[daughter-of-melpomene]

7 of the OT+ prompts for Luci + Crowley + Aziraphale?

Pairing: The Ineffable Three (Luci Evans + Aziraphale + Crowley).

Prompt: #7 - having a huge shared bed and always ending up sleeping totally tangled up in each other from OT+ Prompts.

Warnings: FLOOF. SO MUCH FLOOF.

(A/N: Thanks so much for this, Evie, and I hope you enjoy!!)

THE FIRST TIME LUCI, HER angel, and her demon had all slept in the same bed, there had been a rather passionate debate on whose bed the sleeping should actually be done in. Crowley, of course, had insisted that the three of them share his bed, since Aziraphale didn't even have one and his was bigger than the one back at Luci's flat. Aziraphale had promptly countered by revealing that, in fact, he did have a bed in his flat above the bookshop, albeit one that he rarely used beyond sitting on it to read occasionally.

"Well, I had to have one," the angel had blustered in response to his lovers' incredulous stares. "I am perfectly aware that I don't indulge in sleeping, but it was necessary to keep up appearances, you understand."

"Well, that should settle it, then," Luci stated, shrugging. “My bed’s not big enough and I really don’t feel like heading all the way to Crowley’s flat, so let’s just sleep here.”

Aziraphale’s face flushed even further, which Luci honestly hadn’t thought was possible. “Well,” he mumbled. “Normally I would agree with you, darling, of course, but, well… my bed isn’t exactly big enough for the three of us either.”

There was a brief beat of half-stunned silence, in which Crowley and Luci each looked at the angel with equally bemused expressions. Finally, Crowley let out a single huff of laughter and said, “Oh, for Hell’s sake.”

“Oh, you can’t exactly blame me, can you?” Aziraphale practically snapped at his demon partner, sharply adjusting the lapels on his coat. “It isn’t as if I ever expected to have anyone to share that bed with, let alone two partners, especially considering the fact that I don’t even sleep.”

“Not what I meant!” Crowley protested. “What I meant, was that you’re a bloody angel. Can’t you just…” He gestured vaguely, long fingers fluttering in the air. “Miracle up a bigger bed?”

“Oh,” Aziraphale murmured, now looking almost comically sheepish. “Oh, yes, I suppose you’re right, dear boy. How silly of me.”

The angel lifted one hand and snapped his fingers, and Luci felt that warm little tingle, that little shift in the natural way of the universe, that she always felt when she was around one of her lovers while they performed a miracle. Once the tingle had faded, a sign that the miracle had been carried out, she stepped forward to give her angel a cheerful kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t worry about it, Zira, can’t blame you for not thinking about it if you don’t use that bed at all.” Smiling softly at her divine boyfriends, the bookish woman held out her hands to take theirs. “Shall we?”

Taking her hands, the angel and the demon allowed Luci to lead them up the back stairs leading to Aziraphale’s flat (despite the fact that this was Aziraphale’s residence; but then, they both would quite readily follow Luci wherever she might think to lead them). With another snap of divine fingers, this time Crowley’s, a pair of Luci’s pyjamas had appeared on Aziraphale’s newly-expanded bed for her to change into, the other two had miracled themselves into their own sleepwear, and the three lovers had crawled under the covers for the best sleep Luci had had in a long time, simply because it was with the two beings she cared for more than anything else.

It had been a while since that first night, and it certainly was not the last time the three of them had fallen asleep together in Aziraphale’s bed. There had been nights in Crowley’s bed, too, of course, because the demon would likely have gotten pouty if they hadn’t been able to sleep in his flat for too long, and they had tried Luci’s bed once or twice, but it simply wasn’t big enough and she refused to let either of her boyfriends miracle anything she owned if it wasn’t to transport it (“You know I appreciate that angel-demon magic of yours, but it does not get to touch my stuff”). So the angel’s bed tended to be the go-to for the three lovers, the one they spent the most nights in when they had the time to fall asleep together.

They’d rather settled into a routine of it, too. After a cozy night spent in the bookshop, they would all head upstairs together, usually warm inside from several glasses of wine and the sheer domesticity of all of this. Luci had started leaving clothes and sleepwear in the flat, to prevent further miracling, so she would head into the small ensuite bathroom to change, while her angel and demon snapped themselves into their own sleepwear. Then the three of them would crawl into Aziraphale’s big, soft bed and doze off in each other’s arms, all three of them sleeping deeper and more peacefully than they ever did without the other two.

(That was, on the nights when Aziraphale did sleep. Though the angel still didn't really see the point of the action, he recognized that being able to rest all together made his lovers happy, and this had begun getting himself to fall into the realm of sleep on the nights they all spent in that big bed.)

Tonight was one of those nights. Luci had no work the next day, what with the building where she worked being closed for renovations, and so the three of them had decided to spend the next few days together, simply spending time with one another during the day and falling asleep in each other's arms at night. On this, the first night of the week they would have to themselves, Luci finally set down her book a few minutes to midnight, declaring that she was ready to head to bed.

"Right then, darling," Aziraphale promptly agreed, setting aside his own volume and standing up. "Crowley? Are you coming, dear boy?"

"'Course," Crowley replied, straightening from his own seat on the floor and taking the angel's hand in his own. As the three of them made their way up the back stairs, Luci leading much as she had that first night, the demon reached forward to lace his fingers with the human woman's as well, wanting to be in contact with both the people he loved as they made their way upstairs to Aziraphale's flat.

Once in the small bedroom, the lovers quickly released each other and set to their own seperate routines. Luci snatched a pair of comfy white pyjamas from one of the dresser drawers and made her way to the ensuite, while the angel and demon promptly changed into their own sleepwear with two distinct snaps of fingers.

Several moments later, the door to the bathroom swung open and Luci exited, teeth brushed and face washed. Smiling softly, and without a word, the three of them slipped under the soft cotton sheets of the bed, taking a minute to maneuver themselves into the proper positions.

Every night they spent together, the order in which they lay changed, always trading off who got to be sandwiched in between the other two. It was Aziraphale tonight, so Luci rolled onto her side immediately after settling under the covers and snuggled up to the angel, reaching to grasp Crowley's long-fingered hand as they both draped their arms across the stomach of Aziraphale, who preferred to sleep on his back.

"Goodnight, my dears," Aziraphale murmured, his eyes already slipping shut.

"G'night, angel," Crowley replied sleepily, giving Luci's hand a faint squeeze and nuzzling closer to Aziraphale's side. "Dove."

"Goodnight, boys," Luci whispered, already feeling sleep tugging at her mind. She closed her heavy eyelids, enjoying the peaceful darkness as her angel's warmth enveloped all three of the bed's occupants, his divine aura spreading out while he slept.

Luci knew that they wouldn't be laying this neatly come morning. She knew that the next time her eyes opened, Aziraphale's head would be firmly on her chest, the angel lying at an angle that would push Crowley's long legs off the side of the bed in the process. She knew that she'd have a nose full of fluffy white hair, and possibly either black or white feathers, or both, depending on which one of her boyfriends had let their wings out in their sleep. She knew that, just like every other step of their relationship, the process of waking up together would be messy and have no chance in Heaven or Hell of being normal.

But for now, Luci's world was warm and cuddly and safe, and that was enough to lull her to sleep with a smile on her face.

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#my ocs #oc drabbles #ot3: on our own side #ch: luci evans #oc: luci evans #queerocs #ocapp #ocappreciation #ochub #allaboutocs #fyeahgoodomensocs #good omens oc #ship: the ineffable three

[korkorali]

I headcanon that Scrooge is trans (Well, I headcanon that a lot of the DT characters are trans, but that’s besides the point-) and, because the Richest Duck in the World lives there, the city of Duckburg is pretty much top of the line when it comes to gender-affirming surgeries and the like. Additionally, McDuck Industries is one of the world’s leading brands in providing -surprisingly affordable- gender-affirming healthcare.

All of that attracts a fair amount of trans people to the city, and that attracts other queer people, and basically what I’m saying is that Duckburg is the gayest city in America, and it’s all thanks to Scrooge McDuck

#ducktales #dt17 #scrooge mcduck #my headcanons #he may be a greedy and miserly multifantastitrillionare #but he's o u r greedy and miserly multifantastitrillionare #and by that I mean he's done a few good things by proxy and he looks very fuckable #blame the cheek floof

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

In the words of @mirrorqueen-mannequine, “The best four seconds of anyone’s life ever”

For some reason the first time I saw this, my mind immediately went to this video:

I highly reccommend that you listen to the audio of the bottom one but watch the top one

#neither of these are my videos #please leave me alone I know it's insane #but can you blame me #sav is a hamster #precious floof #cuddly and soft #can probably fit a lot of food in his cheeks #may or may not sleep curled up #I should stop #def leppard #rick savage

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Could you please do some headcanons for how Blitzo, Stolas and Verosika would react to waking up to find their still-sleeping s/o happily snuggling them?

Waking up to find their S/O happily snuggling into them.

Blitzø

Blitzø woke up surprisingly early for someone with such a laid back and carefree personality.

And with him waking up early most mornings, he often found you sleeping.

And those morning when he'd awaken to find you happily snuggling into his side, your legs intertwined, with your head either on his chest or shoulder, and a dopey little smile across your face.

He loved those mornings.

The first thing he'd do was hold in a giddy little squeal, a big ol grin across his face.

The next thing would usually be the taking of pictures.

A Lot of pictures.

The Imp usually sharing them with you, or showing them to Millie or Loona, using them as his background or something along those lines.

After that he'd usually just lay there, happy to let you use him as a pillow.

Although further into your relationship, he'd usually have a feather on hand to tickle your nose, watching your face scrunch up.

Stolas

Stolas, as befitting his Owl's form, was actually nocturnal, and as such much preferred to stay up at night.

However, due to the scheduling of most of Hell, including that of his Master, he was forced to sleep during the day.

As such, I wasn't uncommon for the owl to randomly wake up during the night. Usually taking the chance to go to the bathroom, or some such nonsense, he'd stayed up reading more then once in his day.

But with you sleeping with him, he often found you curled up besides him. That or outright laying on his chest, face nuzzling into his delectable chest floof.

Seeing this the owl usually held in a squeal, utterly fawning over your sleeping form.

He'd take pictures, and the occasional video, wanting to remember the moment forever.

In such events, he usually just laid there, ending up pulling you close or gently rubbing your back, feeling content with his place in the world.

If it happened in the morning, he'd just happily watch you sleep until you awoke on your own, usually greeting you and welcoming you to the new day.

And hey, if you just so happen to have the time, who knows, you may just squeeze a quick Romp~ in before beginning the day.

Verosika

Verosika had a habit of waking up earlier then you.

She usually blamed it on her being a Succubus. The lady demon having a constant source of energy and pep, probably being a by product of her sinful nature.

But on those morning she got up before you, when the lady Succubus found you curled up against her, happily snoozing away.

Well usually, she just took a second to appreciate the moment, dedicating it to memory.

Then she usually took a picture/selfie before placing a little kiss on your cheek or forehead.

But after the wholesomeness wore off, a devious little smirk would cross her features.

Shed usually slip one of your hands either under her shirt, although she rarely wore a shirt to bed, having your grab one of her voluptuous mounds of flesh.

Or slip your hand between her legs, gaining a deeply perverse sense of pleasure from the act.

Pretending to sleep while watching you wake up, realising the position you were in, only to "wake up" a few moments later and comment on your state of affairs.

Well... let's just say you had more then a few pleasurable mornings that began in such a position.

#helluva boss headcanon #x reader #headcanon #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss blitzo #blitzo #blitzo x reader #stolas #stolas x reader #helluva boss stolas #stolas ars goetia #helluva boss verosika #verosika x reader #verosika

[buckysdolls]

Perfectly Perfect

One Shot- Bucky x Reader

Summary- You’ve been Bucky’s support system in his attempt to make his wrongs, right. Developing love for you, Bucky’s get jealous upon seeing another man pay you attention.

Warnings- floof, minimal mentions of a sexual nature, swearing, protective loveable Bucky!

“So, you’re just going to sit here and watch some guy sweep her off her feet hmm?”

Bucky’s squinted eyes and straight lips signalled to Sam that Bucky wasn’t impressed with his running commentary on you talking to another guy.

“Oh great, now you’re doing your staring thing” Sam huffed rolling his eyes as he shook his head.

Bucky looked over at you, catching a glimpse of your beaming smile, a smile that lit whichever room you was standing in. A smile that he’d come to adore. He couldn’t blame the guy that was currently drooling over you, you were by far the most charming girl in the room. Bucky was so sure you were interested in him, the confidence you’d given him to believe in himself, your caring nature, and your ability to be patient with him was better than any therapy session he’d been ordered to attend, though it took him ages to open up to you, love was stronger than any other feeling he had. You had been the support he needed all along to continue being the good guy he needed to be and wanted to be. You’d helped him right so many wrongs after he revealed his book of names to you, sharing each individual story, knowing you wouldn’t judge him. In the time they’d known each other, he was now considering if he’d fallen too hard, and read the situation wrong. You're kind-hearted, sweet, and soft, but for a girl who was a badass bitch in a fight, you was far from the hard exterior you liked others to see, you each knew the real side of each other.

The guy leaned into you, one of his hands resting on your hips, the other brushing your hair over your shoulder, letting the pads of his fingertips linger on your skin. Sam observed Bucky as he stared back at him, raising an eyebrow. Bucky’s jaw clenched in frustration, though the rest of his face lay expressionless. The only way Sam knew Bucky was gaining irritated by the second was the grip of his metal arm squeezing the chair, slowly crushing it.

“You seriously just going to watch this?” Sam questioned as they both assessed the situation in front of their eyes.

“Sam, stop talking” Bucky’s focus was glued to Sam as he didn’t want to watch the girl he wanted to be his flirt with another man.

“Stupid fucking party anyway! We’ve not even found what we’re looking for” Bucky mumbled under his breath as he slumped lower into his chair maintaining eye contact with Sam.

“Why are you wallowing in your own self-pity Bucky? Just man up and get your girl!” Sam snapped whilst continuing to stare back at Bucky.

“I’m not! She’s a grown ass woman, she can do what she wants.”

“God I wish you knew when to shut up!” Sam scoffed at Bucky’s comment.

“Here I thought we were finally learning to get along huh?” Sam replied making Bucky give a fake smile.

“Yeah well maybe you should stop talking about Y/N.”

“It’s hard not to when anyone can clearly see how much you love each other”

You smiled uncomfortably at the guy who stood in front of you. Feeling uneasy with the attention the guy was giving you, you removed his hands from you shoulder with a polite smile. At first you were having an innocent little conversation to pass the time, you hoped that time would pass, and you could find yourself back with Bucky, but now his unwanted hands were dancing over your body. Your hips, shoulders, lower back. Had this been anywhere but public you would have snapped this guy’s arms in two, but you didn’t want to make a scene.

“I’m flattered, but I’m actually in love with someone.” you spoke sweetly trying to remain calm.

“Look we can just get out of here. I don’t live to far from here” The alcohol on the mans breath made you gag as you inhaled the stench.

“Like I said, I really am flattered but…”

You were cut off by the guy leaning in and attempting to position his lips onto yours

Bucky watched Sam break their stare and twist his head to your direction just in time to see you dodge the kiss from this guy.

“Well shit!” Sam chuckled.

“What is it?” Bucky questioned frantically as he leaned out of his chair, trying to read Sam’s expression. He clasped his hands together, his metal hand slightly squeezing his natural hand.

“The dude just tried to kiss Y/N.”

Before Sam could even turn his head back to face Bucky he was seeing Bucky rapidly stride over to your direction with purpose.

“Finally!” Sam breathed a sigh with a snicker as he stood to attention, ready to intervene if needed.

You had your hands on this guy’s shoulder’s pushing him away, shooting him a look of disgust that he didn’t understand what the words ‘no’ meant.

“Playtime’s over. Move along” Bucky’s husky voice was music to your ears, you let a smile curl onto your lips before quickly removing your hands from the shoulders of the guy in front of you. You looked up to see Bucky stood next to you, his hand snaked round your waist settling just below your hip. You could tell he was unimpressed, but you felt comfort and security at his touch, you knew you could handle the situation, but Bucky’s presence was welcomed.

“Who the hell are you” The guy backed up, looking Bucky up and down, pursing his lips, deciding whether it was worth the fight.

“You don’t want to know who I am…” Bucky cocked his head to the side.

You winced as you felt Bucky’s grip on your skin tighten, you knew it was because this guy was angering him. Letting your hand fall upon his, your thumb gently rubbed the back of Bucky’s to soothe him.

The guy scoffed at Bucky before taking one last look at you, turning up his bottom lip.

“You weren’t that great to look at anyway” The guy was rude as he laughed his comment off, walking away. You felt Bucky’s hand begin to slip out of yours and from your waist ready to beat on the guy, but you held on as tightly as you could, letting Bucky know you’d didn’t want him to do something he’d regret later.

A little silence filled between you and Bucky as you watched the man disappear into the crowd of people. You felt Bucky’s touch at your hips tap you before removing himself and heading back over to Sam, you silently followed Bucky’s direction.

You watched as Bucky flopped into a black leather chair opposite Sam, reigniting his stare.

“Really, you're going to stare at me again?” You heard Sam ask Bucky, who greeted him with a fake ass smile and silence.

“okay, I’m out” Sam declared getting up from his seat and putting his hands up in the air walking away. You sat on the arm of the chair where Bucky sat, crossing one leg over the other. Your fingers stroked at the ends of his short hair, and down his neck as a sign of affection to calm Bucky.

“Well, he was nice” You sighed, trying to strike a conversation with Bucky.

“He was a prick” You could tell from the cold tone of Bucky’s voice and his avoiding gaze that something was up, or that he didn’t want to talk.

“You want to talk about it?” You purposefully and slowly slipped down form the armchair into Bucky’s lap, you wanted to be close to Bucky. Bucky instantly adjusted himself to get comfortable to allow you to take place on his lap, once again putting his hand around your waist, falling at the bottom of you back. You settled your hand on his cheek as you guided his head to meet yours. You observed his eyes, watching them flicker between your lips and eyes, he let his hand rest in between your thighs as he squeezed you closer to him, your bodies touching.

“What’s going on in that brain Bucky?”

“You” His response was quick and simple.

“What about me exactly?” Your faces inched closer to each other as you could hear Bucky’s heavy breathing… the bulge that you sat on getting harder making you feel nervous…nervous with excitement and anticipation.

“Everything Y/N. I’m in fucking love with you” You watched as his blue eyes glistened, you felt and heard him sigh in relief. Or was it your own relief? You knew you liked Bucky and had done for some time now, but the thought of jeopardising that knowing how volatile Bucky could be due to his trauma, you knew it was safer to pretend your feelings were just as close friends.

“Needed to get that off your chest?” You questioned letting your lips hover over his and a hand settling on his chest. His hand slowly trailed up your back, bringing both his hands to meet your cheeks.

“Yeah apparently I did” Bucky let a small smile creep onto his lips, it quickly disappeared as he began staring at you with need.

“You know I did tell that guy that I was flattered by his attention… but I was in love with someone else.”

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Bucky’s grip on your cheeks from wanting you had relaxed to a softer touch, his fingertips smooth like petals, melting into your skin.

“I think you know who Bucky…”

Bucky’s let his lips linger a little while before making perfectly sure this is what you wanted. His lips finally met yours, the initial kiss felt like velvet, yet it was quick. Pulling away Bucky checked over you, his eyes quickly searching yours for any doubt, his fingers moving the strands of hair that had fallen over one side of your face. Colliding his lips onto yours again, this time intense, starting slow. Seconds passed before you were demanding entry, biting on his bottom lip. You felt Bucky smirk into the kiss, granting you exactly what you wanted, your tongues delicately brushing past each other as the kiss deepened with desire. Kissing Bucky took you to paradise, his kiss was perfectly perfect. You broke away from Bucky wanting to admire his looks and appreciate the moment.

“Is something wrong Y/N?”

You smiled kindly, shaking your head gently, enjoying the electric aura between you and Bucky.

“Can we go home Bucky?” You jumped off Bucky, looking down at his lap and giggling.

“Give me a few moments to sort it out” Bucky clutched at his crotch subtlety, trying to adjust himself. He wore his goofy grin, the one that was so rare to see, knowing he was feeling the happiest he'd been.

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fluff #Sebastian Stan #marvel #Marvel Universe #the winter soldier #the white wolf #The Avengers #bucky barnes fanfiction

[whumpzone]

Linden & Colton - 19

(masterpost)

CW: references to noncon, Col fearing he'll be sexually abused, flashbacks, brief victim blaming, pet whump, dehumanisation

-

Linden’s phone buzzed again, and he knew exactly who it’d be before he even looked.

Sure enough, messages from his brother were crowding his phone screen. Vikram texted in small, frantic messages, that Linden found oddly funny.

lol fine knowing you you’ll never suggest a day

are you free tomorrow? I’ll come over for lunch or something

you know you miss me!!

Linden rolled his eyes, but truth be told, he did miss him. A new message appeared before he had the chance to start typing.

fine FINE I just want to see jaffa. you can die idc

That made him huff out a laugh, but he’d never give Vik the satisfaction of knowing that. Instead, he typed back:

Tomorrow is fine, don’t worry about bringing food. What are you doing now? Can you ring me? I have something to tell you before you visit.

Vik replied almost immediately.

yeah gimme 2 secs, who have you killed lol!

He checked around for Colton, but he was nowhere to be seen. Probably still working his way through the little chores and tasks Linden had given him, which meant he was either changing the roll of toilet paper in the bathroom (great for dexterity) or watering the balcony plants (providing plenty of fresh air and sunlight). Either way, he still positioned himself in the corner of the lounge, the furthest from his Pet’s ears.

He answered on the second ring. “Vik?”

“Hey, big man. You alright?”

“Yeah… yeah… I, um, I need to tell you something before you come over.”

“You sound tense, mate. What is it? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine it’s just- I have a Pet. Uh. Yeah.”

Vik didn’t miss a beat. “Are you serious? You, a Pet owner? Please.”

“I know, but there was this, this ad, in the paper, the council were talking about this random stray and they said if no one claimed him they were gonna put him down. They would have murdered him, Vik! And I don’t know. I just thought, fuck, no one else is gonna do anything are they. So I rang them up and they gave him to me for free.”

“Wow,” Vik said, a placeholder while he digested all of that. “So, how is he?”

“He’s alright, yeah. Only recently learned that he could speak. He’s still really really jumpy.”

“He’s scared of you, then,” Vik translated.

“Yeah. I don’t know how much of him you’ll see tomorrow. I’ll tell him it’s alright if he just stays in his room.”

“I can’t picture you as a Pet owner, even though you’re not a proper one.”

“Not a proper one as in I’m a good person with a soul?” Linden quipped. Vik snorted.

“Basically. Ew, it’s weird! He does whatever you say! But you’re just- you’re Linden. You’re my stupid baby brother. He should be telling you what to do.”

Linden smiled. Vik always put him at ease. Difficult topics seemed to flow off him like water off a duck. “Yeah, yeah it is kind of weird, I’m still getting used to it. But you see why I wanted to let you know beforehand.”

“Oh, yeah, totally,” he laughed. “Or else I might have thought he was burgling your house and I’d have asked to join in.”

“Oh, shut up. See you for lunch.”

“See you, Pet man!”

Linden felt the weight lift from his shoulders, but not entirely. Now he had to tell Col.

. . .

He had finished over ten minutes ago. Shiny drops of water still lingered on some of the wider leaves, not quite ready to drop into the moist soil below. But the balcony was too warm and sunny to resist, so Col was still kneeling there when he heard Master’s voice behind him.

He flinched hard at the sound, getting up quickly and ungraciously, tripping over his own feet as if he hadn’t just been caught lazing around.

Through the doorway, a perfect rectangle of light caught Master’s face, cutting down through one eye and turning his left cheek a tawny brown. He had his hands clasped behind his back, and leant forward slightly.

“Don’t worry about getting up, you’re fine, love. No, I don’t know if you heard, but I was just speaking to my brother Vikram over the phone. He’s going to visit tomorrow.”

Master was having a guest. Col nodded, but his mind went white. He suddenly felt like he wasn’t in control anymore. He was underwater, and Master’s voice barely faded through from above the surface.

“You can stay in your room, okay? You don’t have to come down and see him, if you don’t want to. There’s no pressure. I just wanted to let you know beforehand.”

The words flowed past his head, and whatever barriers had been pulled down over his mind kept them from making a dent. “Thank you, sir,” his body replied.

“Okay?” Master half-smiled. “Okay. Good stuff, Col. It’s a nice day- stay out on the balcony more, I know you like it there. I’ll see you later, okay?”

He nodded, but it must have been delayed, because he blinked and Master had left the room, as if he had never been there. Had Col dreamt it?

Turning around, the flowers were wet, so he had completed that task. He knew he had been ordered to stay, so he did, trying to keep the creeping dread from flooding him entirely.

But-

The next day-

It all came crashing down. His eyes snapped open and he was in his room, waiting, and then there was the click of the front door and Master was speaking, speaking with another voice- there was a man in the house-

Master only ever had guests when his Pet had been bad, and he was going to be taught a lesson, and that’s why he was told to wait in his room, that’s why he was prepped, maybe it was a small mercy. But he had been in such a state of denial, barely able to process the news, that he hadn’t done anything to make it hurt less.

All he knew was that he was on the floor in the corner, the furthest one from the bed, and his arms were wrapped around him as if that’d do anything to stop the onslaught. He knew they would just force his limbs apart and restrain them like that until they were done, and it didn’t matter whether he cried and begged. Sometimes they even enjoyed it more when he did. Once he had been lifted up by his throat and told to beg for his life, and it made everyone laugh, because look at it, it wants this, it’s begging for it.

The door handle turned and Col could see Master’s face. His eyes scanned the room briefly before they landed on Col, tucked away in the corner of the room. “Col? What is it?”

. . .

Hey, Col. Vik is here, just so you know, but again, no pressure to come downstairs. He knew what he would say, the tone he’d say it in, so he could hopefully make Col feel secure. But it all fell apart when he laid eyes on the Pet, curled up and trembling on the far side of the room.

“Col?” he said. “What is it?”

“You promised,” Col sobbed, utterly betrayed. Linden’s heart broke. “You promised you wouldn’t- wouldn’t- wouldn’t do that…”

“I won’t,” he said, understanding immediately and wanting more than anything to go over to Col and pull him into a hug. But he couldn’t. He knew that.

“You said you wouldn’t let anyone else,” he whispered, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes.

Then- the moment of vulnerability passed. Not that Col looked any less vulnerable. He was still hunched, small and weak, programmed to do whatever it took to make Linden happy. But he caught his tongue, and the mask slipped back on.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You can do- do what you want to me. Of course. I’m not, I don’t mean to question you, Master, I’m sorry, I know my place, I’m good, I promise I’m good.”

“You are, you’re really good.” He put a hand over his heart and kept it there. “I’m not going to come in, Vik isn’t going to come in. Neither of us are going to hurt you. I promised, and I’m sticking to it.”

Col was still sobbing, but it was more uneven breaths than actual tears. He couldn’t have spoken even if he wanted to with the way his lungs were pulling the rug from underneath him.

“For now, I think you might feel safer if I just left you alone, so I’ll go back downstairs, okay? And I won’t disturb you again. You just make sure you feel better, that’s all that matters. Don’t worry, Col. You’re safe.”

-

Vikram didn’t say anything as Linden returned, but he did raise his eyebrows. Linden just nodded, keeping quiet until he was sat back down and, hopefully, out of earshot.

“Poor thing,” said Linden. “He thinks, well- he just sees everything as a threat. I don’t know if he’s ever had a positive experience with another person before. At least not in his memory. Did you…”

He trailed off and Vik simply nodded. All humour was gone from his face; he knew when to leave it out, and when it would help. “Yeah, I heard a bit of it. Heard him crying.”

“I don’t want you to take it personally-“ Linden started, but Vik had already swatted at him.

“Oh, stop it. As if I would. But I am- I am happy I’m here, even though I’m sorry it’s scared him. You need someone too, Linden. Like, shit, this is a full time job.”

“You sound weird, being nice to me” he smiled weakly. Vik grinned back at him, in complete earnest.

“Well then, we can talk about something else, if you want. Something I can confidently mock you for. Where’s Jaffa, too?” he twisted around in his chair, searching for her. His floofed-up hair, hairsprayed to excess, bobbed around on the top of his head as he went. “Where’s my little main attraction?”

Soon Vik had Jaffa on his lap where he was brushing her absent-mindedly, listening to Linden talk about the latest book he had read.

“You are a fuckin’ hermit, dude.”

“And?” Linden pulled his best bored-looking face.

“Well… actually, yeah, stay indoors. Forcing you to come drinking with me would be at the rest of the pub’s expense.”

“You’re a bastard,” Linden laughed. “It’s you they should be worrying about, with that boulder of hair on your head. Look at the state of it, it crunches when you touch it.”

“The ladies love it.”

“Yeah, ‘cause they know if they get locked out they can use it to smash a window.”

. . .

Above them, Col listened. He couldn’t make out the words, but both men seemed happy and upbeat, excited about the night ahead of them, excited about the pliant little bitch waiting upstairs.

Before that, though-

Colton had been openly defiant. He had begged for it to stop before it had even started. He hadn’t taken an ounce of pain, nothing had earned him the right to plead for mercy. He had not only been insubordinate, but he had done it while Master had a guest. That kind of embarrassment would not go unpunished. Master would not have his authority undermined by some common stray.

Col desperately needed to apologise. He knew he shouldn’t just wait for his punishment like usual this time. This time he needed to right the balance. He would prove that he knew his place, and show Master’s guest that his rule here was absolute. So with shaking hands, he slowly creaked open the door, and went downstairs.

The laughter died as he came into view, and even the feeling of their eyes settling over his body made his skin prickle. For a split second, his feet locked in place, but as usual his fear pushed them onwards. He kept his head down, his arms behind his back, his shoulders hunched. As soon as he reached Master’s feet, he knelt. Forehead to the floor. Hands to his sides, ready to be stomped on or grabbed. He was a slave. He was always open for his Master’s use. He did not answer back and he did not question.

“Col, are you, are you sure you want to be here?” Master asked from above. He was very sure. But yes, of course, it was no use Col thinking these kinds of affirmations in his head. He had to make them clear.

“I’m here to apologise, sir, for daring to answer back and embarrassing you. Your Pet knows that he is owned completely and it was c-completely wrong to question you. I had no right to ask for mercy, I don’t deserve any. I’m a mindless Pet with no free will and I exist to serve you. P-Please, accept th-this apology. It won’t- won’t happen again.”

He stammered, towards the end. He could only hope Master wouldn’t get angry about it.

. . .

Ironically, it was now that Linden was embarrassed. He glanced over at Vik, and as the two brothers made eye contact, it was as if they had exchanged a whole conversation.

You see, see what I mean? See how he is?

Yeah, dude. It’s fucked up.

I’m sorry.

Don’t be. You’re doing your best to help him. I’m not embarrassed if you’re not.

He gently reached down to Col and rested a palm on top of his head. He jerked in surprise, a weak gasp escaping his lips, but he otherwise stayed perfectly still.

“Okay, love. Thank you. I’m not angry, okay? My brother is here and he always puts me in a good mood.”

He shot another glance at Vik, mouthing this is how I make him understand. Vik nodded. He was looking at Col curiously. Linden wondered if this was how he had pictured him.

“You didn’t embarrass me. You’re fine. I’m not going to hurt you. Vik doesn’t want to hurt you either. Why don’t you go and sit on the balcony, and I’ll sit with you later, and pet your head? You’re not in trouble.”

As he retracted his hand Col’s head tilted upwards, chasing the warmth of the touch. He kept his eyes low, but whispered, “Thank you, sir, thank you, thank you for having mercy. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Okay, you’re okay. Let me help you up.”

It was technically an order, and Col obeyed silently, offering no resistance as Linden slipped a hand over his elbow and pulled him to his feet. He smiled at Col, but his face was blank and resigned. Beyond fear. He had done what he could, and his fate was in Linden’s hands once more. It hurt to know that. Linden could decide to leash Col at any moment, torture him with knives and burning oil and belts, and Col wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

Linden steered him to the base of the stairs, and then gently encouraged him upwards, until he had drifted out of sight entirely.

The house was silent. He turned back to Vik, but neither had to say anything. Linden already knew that he understood.

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#linden and colton #pet whump #noncon tw

[angelltheninth]

Heyoo! Can I request an angel dust x reader fic where Molly and Arackniss embarrass the shit out of Angel in front of his s/o? I would love some spider sibling shenanigans❤️

Spider sibling shenanigans! Aww thank your for this request!

Art by Mohurion

"Relax babe. You'll be fine." Angel wraps his arm around your shoulders as you stand in front of Molly's apartment.

"Can you blame me? I'm meeting your sister! What if she doesn't like me?" Your eyes widen in fear and you run a hand trough your hair nervously.

"Molly likes everyone! Well mostly everyone. But lucky for you that I like you a lot, so I think Molly will too!" Angel gives you a reassuring kiss on the forehead.

Hearing the comforting words a goofy grin spreads across your face.

You give Angel a firm nod. He nods back and opens the door.

"Molly! Its Angel! Your favorite brother!" Angel shouts as you step trough the door.

"Says you." Replied a low, slightly raspy voice. Seemingly out of nowhere a smaller, black furred spider stepped into the hallway.

"Arackinss." Angel said simply.

"Angel." Arackniss stepped forwards his arms crossed over his chest.

Angel's eyes narrowed, "Shorty."

"Slut." Arackniss narrowed his eyes as well.

You look back and forth between them, not sure what to say to break the tension. Suddenly both start laughing and hug each other. You stand there confused until Angel takes notice.

"Oh right, forgot to tell ya. This is my brother, Arackniss. Didn't know if he would show up today." Angel leaned onto the smaller demon.

"And miss a chance to talk embarrassing shit about you? Never." Arackniss playfully elbowed Angel in the stomach.

You let out a small laugh at their banter.

"You're here!" Yells a very excited voice, followed by a flash of white and pink that practically tackles both Angel and Arackniss.

"Molly..." Arackniss whines and tries to get away from the other spider demon. She's much more similar to Angel, even to the chest floof! You blush as you realize you're staring and avert your eyes elsewhere.

"Is that your partner? They're adorable." Molly lets go of the brothers and approaches you. She takes your hand firmly in her own and shakes it with excitement, "I'm Molly, nice to meet ya."

"Uh... yeah nice to meet you too." You scratch the back of your head sheepishly.

Molly leads you into the living room with Angel and Arackniss still bantering behind you. You sit at the couch, Angel quickly by your side followed by Molly on the other couch and Arackniss practically throwing himself over the chair.

You look between the siblings for a few moments, not sure how to start the conversation.

Luckily it's Arackniss that breaks the ice, "So how come you're with Angel? You seem a bit out of his league." The spider clicks his tongue and gestures to Angel.

"Jealous already?" Angel retorts, wrapping an arm around you shoulders and bringing you face first into his floof, "Well too bad, I ain't sharing."

You giggle and place a kiss on his cheek, "We've known each other for a while. Honestly I'm just as baffled sometimes that we're together, in fact I think he's the one who can do better."

"I could never." Angel pulls you in for a kiss. It takes you by surprise, he was never the shy one but you didn't think he would be as equally affectionate in front of his family.

You hear Arackniss gag and Molly let out a happy squeal.

"We'll I'm happy that Anthony's finally got someone who cares for him." Molly claps her hands. Angel groans.

"Anthony?" You smirk in Angel's direction.

"Nope." Angel says simply and crosses one pair of arms over his chest, or rather under it.

Arackniss chuckles and drags the chair closer, "You should've heard the way he talked about you." He strains his neck to get a better look a his brother, the smirk never leaving his face.

"All good things I hope?"

"Don't think I've ever seen him fall head over heals for anyone like that." Molly said in a sing-song voice.

"Stop." Angel covered his face with all four of his hands.

You laugh and lean over to kiss his cheek, "I think its sweet."

"It throws off my persona. I worked hard to build it up you know." Angel looked away with a pout on his face.

Molly laughed, a warm hearty laugh, similar to that you hear from Angel sometimes. If the appearance wasn't enough, the beautiful laugh definitely convinced you there were siblings "I'll get us some food. We can talk more about Anthony after dinner."

"I can't believe you're ganging up on me with them."

"I like seeing you this relaxed, you're usually only like that with me." You drape yourself over the couch, your head now in Angel's lap. You flash him a smug grin.

Angel tries his best to look angry but its very hard when he's running his hands trough your hair and when you're looking at him so lovingly. Angel sighs, lowers his head and gives you a kiss. You groan as he playfully tugs on your hair.

"Get a room!" Arackniss shouts.

You separate quickly. Oh right, you're not alone.

"Like I said: jealous." Angel grins at his brother while Arackniss flips him off.

"You know what? I think this is gonna dinner is gonna go great." You grin up at Angel, who returns the grin before your smiles turn into softer ones. You were happy that you agreed to meet Angel's family after all.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #angel dust #angel dust x reader #arackniss #hazbin molly

[jaehunnyy]

A/N: missing Jeno hours and my love for gaming brought out the best in me soo, another Jeno floof for me and you all 😈

Once again, it's my precious @sungbeam who supported me and helped me turn this into a better work, so thank you again, Duckie! ❤️ You're sponsoring me at this point haha ^3^

Me or the PS5?

Genre: fluffy fluff, maybe a bit of angst if you really squint?

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: gamer boyfie!jeno x reader

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The shiny, little dots brought by the night were slowly settling on the beautiful sky, glowing in the peaceful darkness. You loved watching the beautiful scenery, the big, clear windows giving you this privilege; though something, rather someone, was missing. You brought your mug close to your lips again, getting drunk in the bittersweet taste of the jasmine tea you were consuming, your taste buds screaming in joy. And the floral smell of your tea somehow reminded you of the missing puzzle piece, which was your boyfriend, Jeno. Since he was mostly spending his time streaming or gaming with his friends, sharing the same apartment seemed like an illusion, because you were always missing him. Nonetheless, he always tried his best in making you feel loved, it wasn't that you felt ignored or anything, you just missed cuddling with him, simply feeling him next to you.

Deciding on making him a cup of tea as well, you made your way to the kitchen, preparing Jeno's favorite mug, a controller shaped one you had gifted him on your third anniversary. While waiting for the water to boil, your gaze unconsciously headed to the little frame placed on the kitchen counter, the little silvery object holding one of your favorite memories: a selca of you and your boyfriend, taken on your second date, your hair adorned with pretty, little snowflakes. You loved winter, and since you had started going out together somewhere in December, the snow was covering the city in its cold breeze. You chuckled softly at the memory of the two of you throwing snowballs at each other, a delightful, chaotic mess being created. But you wouldn't change anything. 

Pouring the hot tea into his cup, you moved to his room and were welcomed by your boyfriend's back as he sat on the gaming chair, his fingers smashing the keyboard like it was nothing. His freshly dyed, pink hair seemed to glow in the dim lights of the room, making him look ethereal. His beauty still amazed you and made you feel so glad that he was actually yours. 

A conversation between him and his friends caught your attention, settling yourself on the doorstep.

"Hyuck, c'mon, we'd almost lost this round and it's all because of you!" Your boyfriend whined softly, his usual raspy voice being well hidden now. 

You smiled at his antics. Haechan's answer could be heard through Jeno's big headphones and you giggled. 

"At least be thankful that we won anyway. Should I remind you of all the times you were thinking about Y/N, and you spaced out and forgot how to play?"

You didn't have to see his face to know he was pouting, as silent laughter escaped your lips.

"This… this is different, Hyuck. You can't just blame me like that! I'm just—in love!" 

"That isn't an excuse, Lee!" Chenle intervened in the conversation, his dolphin laugh resonating in the big headphones.

Jeno was shy, cheeks powdered with a pink blush, matching his hair. He didn't know if it was the embarrassment—his friends always teasing him about the person he'd become after confessing to you—or just the pure bliss he felt when you traversed his mind. He took off his headphones and put them away somewhere on the table. Turning in the direction of the door, he froze when his dark orbs met your smiley figure waving at him. But seeing you there made him happy.

"Sweetie? How long have you been standing there?" His warm voice echoed through his little gaming space, making you squirm in happiness. You missed him; you lived in the same apartment, yet you still missed his voice like you haven't been in contact with it for ages. 

"I've been here since you complained about almost losing the game. Do you ever get tired of your computer? I miss you, baby…" You moved closer to him, handing him his mug. "Here you go, I've made some tea for you. You should rest your eyes for a bit… relax a little." 

Hearing your slightly worried voice and glancing at your beautiful face in search of a smile, he couldn't help but feel guilty when he found nothing but sadness. He never meant to make you feel this way; damn, his friends were oftenly grumbling over how distracted he was whenever he thought of you. He absolutely loved you. And he wanted, and needed, to show this to you just as you did to him. Setting his mouse aside, he pulled you into a cozy, warm hug, snuggling his face in your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your vanilla shampoo. You couldn't help but let a smile take over your now lit up face, his lips curling in joy, followed by his crescent shaped eyes. Your hands circled his neck, legs finding their place around his waist, like a little koala who craved attention at its fullest. You weren't planning to let him go again, not today. 

"Please stay with me for the rest of the day. I love you so much, Jen." You sniffled, engulfed in his comforting body heat. 

"I love you too, angel. Let's cuddle somewhere more comfortable." 

He got up from his seat, without disturbing your comfortable position. He carried you to your bedroom, amused by your clingy state. After placing you carefully on the bed, he found his own comfort in the fluffy sheets, as well as in your welcoming arms. 

"You're my little koala. I will always protect you," he whispered, his hands finding their way in your hair, playing with the strands.

You sighed in contentment, your arms wrapped around his waist while your head rested on his chest, his fastened heartbeat relaxing you. 

"Promise?" You looked at him, his soft gaze almost melting you. How could you get enough of his stare, when his pretty eyes held the whole universe in them? How could you not feel blessed, when the reason behind his joy was no one else than you?

"I promise. We're made for each other, angel. Fate has proven this to us for so long."

Satisfied with his answer, you pressed a sweet, feather-like kiss on his pink lips, euphoria and shivers taking over your bodies. 

Legs tangled together, your cuddling session continued until you started to feel sleepy. He kissed your hair and temples softly, then pressed a final kiss to your forehead, mouthing "Have a great sleep, baby." In the end, you realized that he would never choose a game night over you, because he always put the love of his life first.

#jeno fluff #gamer boyfriend jeno #jeno x reader #nct dream x reader #jeno nct dream #jeno soft hours #comfort #jeno x y/n

[xsarcasticwriterx]

Blame it on the alcohol

Summary: Thor gets wasted during a stark party and you take care of him

Pairing: Thor x reader

Warnings: smut-ish kinda sorta not really, and then just lots of floof

Notes: ok to explain the warning basically just thor wanted to rail the reader and she says nu

You sat at the bar watching your boyfriend throw his hammer around. He played toss with steve and giggled. He was very wasted on asgardian alcohol. Thor looked over at you and his glossy eyes glowed not like they do with lightning but just of joy. 

He smiled wide and walked, well more stumbled towards you. “heeeeeey baby” he said slurring. “Your so beautifuuuuuuul tonight” he said with a dorky smile. “hi thor and thank you” you said with a small smile. 

“you ready to go home?” you ask gently as you lean forward stroking his messy hair. It was sweaty and all over the place from his dancing and playing with mjolnir. “hehe oh you know it baby” he said with a wink. “oh boy” you said getting off the stool. you walked towards the group of avengers sat around a table playing some sort of drinking game. thor slid his arms around your waist kissing up your neck. “hey guy, thor stop angel, we’re gonna head out he is completely waisted” you said trying to get thor to release his grip but hes a god so that dosent work to well.

Tony snorts “mmmhmmm you love birds go” he says waving. everyone says bye and thor whines tugging your hand away. you giggle while pulled away. “thor sweetie give me the keys” you said once outside. he turned in circles as you laughed “ok ok hold on dear” you said going around and grabbing the keys. “hehe you'll be grabbing my ass later again” he giggled. 

“mhm yea no” you said opening the passenger door. “come on thor” you said nudging him in. he pulled you in making you sit on his lap. he kissed your neck. “thor thor my angel noooo” you say pushing him back. He puts pucking his bottom lip out. you laugh and kiss his lip and thor pulls you closer. “baby we’re like 5 feet from the group” you say removing yourself from his lap.

“so once were home?” he ask. you laugh shaking your head before closing the door and walking to the drivers side. You get in and need thor grab your hand and kiss it and up your arm. “mine” he says nudging your cheek with his nose. “thor my love please sit and let me drive” you say with a small smile. thor grumbles settling back into his seat.

“good ok” you say starting the drive back but its not long before you see thor squirming around before rubbing the front of his pants. yous shift before grumbling “thor really?” you say looking over. “I can't help it your so perfectttttt” he said tilting his head back.

After a lot of smacking thor's hand to stop him from wiping his dick out and jerking off and pushing him off from kissing her neck they finally made it home. “darlingggggggg” he groaned. “we aren't fucking” you say. he groans and shifts side to side. 

You roll your eyes with a small laugh. you walk to the passenger side pulling him up. his arm wraps around your shoulder, yours around his waist. “babyyyy i want you to ride my faceeeeee” he groans putting all his wait on you.

You start to fall “whoah whoah ok ok there thor noooo baby” you say nudging him making him straighten up. you pull him into yall house well more he stumbled in and you just dragged him. “my dear why nooooo” he said his hands wrapped around your waist travelling to your core. “because” you start, unwrapping his arms “your wasted and i wont do that to you.”

“i'm not even drunkkk” he said. “mhm ok baby whatever you say” you say sarcastically. “great so can we fuck now” he says, you laugh with a sigh “sarcasm my prince” you say walking him to yalls room. 

He grumbles before you make him sit on the bed, his hand immediately finding your hips. “nooooo” you say pulling away. “lay down” you say. “ok whatever you say deaaaar” he says pulling off his shirt and laying down. you go look for pj’s for him to wear.

You turn back to see a completely naked thor laying in bed like a star. his hardened cock resting next to his thigh “ok you know what that makes this less chaotic for me” you say tossing his clothes onto his face. “get dressed” you say. he grumbled putting his pants on.

He looks at you after he has his pants on. “now you should-” you started but thor launched up running to the restroom. you walked after him seeing him hunched over puking. you sit next to him and rub his back “yeeep there we go spit it out” you say.

He groans sitting back up. “come on dear lets go snuggle.” you say grabbing his hand. he oh so elegantly stands up and stumbles to the bed. You lay down and he lays next to you laying his head on your stomach. you smile down at him playing with his hair. “oh my beautiful prince how I love you” you say watching thor slowly go to sleep. “I love you too” he drunkenly and sleepily says back. 

He cuddles further into your stomach and with that falls asleep.

#thor odinson #thor movies #thor odinson x reader #thor x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu fanfiction #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #thor fanfiction #thor x you #thor x y/n #thor fluff #thor x reader fluff

[edens-breathless-melodies-moved]

words: 3.4k

pairing: kageyama t. x f!chubby!reader

prompt: sweat kink

warnings: cursing, oral (female receiving), fucking in a personal gym, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), sweat licking (he’s a freak lmao)

summary: kageyama knew you looked good while working out. the way your soft arms would suddenly flex and he’d see the muscles you were so good at hiding.

he knew he liked to watch you work out, but he never would have known that the sight of you covered in sweat would stir something so primal in him.

a/n: kageyama likes his women chunky you can’t change my mind. just to clarify, reader is an american who came to japan because iwa convinced her she’d go to the olympics if she followed him. she met iwa in her first year of college and quickly became friends. reader is insinuated to be a rather plush woman, but she’s ✨ s t w o n g ✨

“group bonding exercise?”

you repeated dubiously, blinking owlishly at the blonde in front of you as he just sits there and smiles, nodding his head.

you look to the other men in the olympic gymnasium for help, but they either shrug their shoulders in equal confusion or nodded their heads with atsumu.

when you had walked through the gym doors this morning with iwaizumi, ready to start the days training, you didn’t expect to have atsumu come up to you and propose a “bonding experience”, in his words.

hinata came bounding up to you with that ridiculous speed of his, orange hair bouncing in his excitement. he was practically vibrating with energy, hazel eyes glowing under the fluorescent lighting.

“yeah! we overheard you saying how you wanted to get back in shape and slim down a little, so what better group to help you out than us?”

all the men in the gym froze at his oblivious words, shocked that he really just said that to your face. kageyama froze in the middle of his lunges and choked, eyes wide.

‘this idiot really has no class…’ they all thought simultaneously as they watched the scene unfold with bated breath, waiting for the inevitable moment you ripped his head off and stomped on his body.

if there was one thing they all knew, they knew it was to never mention a woman’s weight. especially to you. you weren’t exactly the thinnest around, but that didn’t make you any less attractive.

in all honesty, you were hot, in all your foreign, sexy glory.

to everyone’s obvious surprise however, instead of killing the ginger, you laughed instead and patted him on his floof, thanking him for reminding you.

the team sweat dropped as hinata bounced around, clearly enjoying the head pat as he started spouting off different types of exercises they wanted you to do, bokuto and atsumu quickly joining in.

they all surely expected you to spike his head off or something, but they were pleasantly surprised and grateful you didn’t. they couldn’t afford to replace him so close to the games.

you see, you were no stranger to physical violence or getting physical in general. you had been recruited to manage the japanese men’s olympic volleyball team by none other than iwaizumi hajime, himself.

it was funny how things worked out because you two had already known each other before the offer was even offered.

you had met previously during college where you both graduated with the same degree. having spent the last four years taking the same classes and becoming best friends, it wasn’t a surprise when iwa asked you to come back with him to japan.

though you were pretty adamant in staying in america, despite knowing japanese, you somehow were convinced by him. before you knew it, you were saying goodbye to your hometown of los angeles and saying hello to tokyo.

because of your past with iwaizumi coupled with the fact that you both had the same degree and title, you two were known as the demon trainers from hell.

where iwa was all obvious brute strength and harsh glares, you were much more reserved but still equally as terrifying with your sickly sweet smiles and icy words if the boys were getting out of line.

but just because you preferred to make them cry with your words instead of your fists, that didn’t mean it wasn’t common to see you either hitting one of them upside the head or spiking a ball at them with deadly accuracy.

when the team first met you, however, they could hardly believe that you were a certified athletic trainer, let alone their manager on top of that. it wasn’t anything against you, you just… didn’t look the part.

standing at a whopping 5’4”, all the men on the team easily dwarfed you in height, and your body wasn’t all hard planes and corded muscles. you were soft and squishy looking, running a little heavy for your height.

you just looked so adorable and soft. your cheeks had this permanent blush across them from your constant sunburn (blame the california sun), and they always puffed out when you pouted.

but that was their first mistake; underestimating you. even kageyama, your boyfriend, had underestimated you, though he denies it now.

it was actually how you two had met, though it was under less than ideal circumstances.

he was bold enough to question whether you were even meant to be on their team your first day meeting them, unintentionally offending you and all your hard work to get where you were.

“it’s nothing against you personally, but you just don’t look like you’re meant for the job.”

kageyama had said without looking at you, and everyone, including the coaches, were stunned by his blunt and brash words. even ushijima was rendered speechless.

kageyama looked around confusedly at everyone’s silence and wide eyes. what? did he say something wrong? he didn’t mean to offend you, he was just telling the truth how he saw it.

it was only when iwaizumi snickered and everyone broke out of their shocked reverie that all eyes shifted from kageyama to you.

chills ran down their spines at the eerily calm smile you gave kageyama, eyes closed tightly as you took a deep breath in. “you really fucked up now, kageyama.” iwaizumi chuckled.

everyone’s hearts stopped when you opened your eyes, and even kageyama shivered when your gaze met his. the way the fire in your eyes seemed to run so hot it could freeze over hell, looked eerily similar to the look hinata gives on the court.

“so i “don’t look the part”, hmm?” you muse, smile growing even wider as you watched the setter fumble over his words, trying to save face.

you let out an over dramatic sigh as you tossed your head back, clicking your tongue once as iwaizumi let out another laugh before walking over to stand by your side. apparently this happened often.

kageyama stopped fumbling over his words as he watched his old senpai cross his arms over his chest. you chuckled as you shucked off your trainer jacket, revealing your plain black t-shirt underneath.

the team never took their eyes off of you as you raised your arms above your head and stretched. gasps rang out across the gym as they saw your flex and the muscles that bulged from underneath your fluffy flesh.

“y’know, kageyama-san,” you drawled, lowering your arms as you began methodically stretching your thick legs, sharp eyes never leaving his. “you’re not the first person to say that to me.”

“she’s right,” iwaizumi mused with a smirk. “i’m pretty sure i was, and i still regret it to this day.”

kageyama gulped nervously and the team could only watch in awe as you finished your stretching before bending over slightly to your left.

you lined up your shoulders with iwaizumi’s hips as you placed a firm grip on his knee and around his shoulders.

with wide eyes and jaws dropped to the floor, the entire team and even the coaches watched you lift iwaizumi with ease and settle him into a comfortable fireman’s carry.

atsumu, bokuto, and hinata audibly screeched and even the usually stoic sakusa and ushijima choked on their spit in shock.

without breaking a sweat, in a sheer display of strength and power, you casually walked towards kageyama, and iwaizumi couldn’t repress his snickers because kageyama looked like he’d just seen a ghost.

how are you so strong?!

your smirk never left your lips as you stopped only a couple of feet away from the shocked olympian, and raised an eyebrow at him mockingly. “what’s wrong, kageyama-san? cat got your tongue?”

you grin grows maliciously as he struggles to answer you, obviously flustered. “do i still look too “soft” or “weak” to be able to handle you guys?”

when kageyama still didn’t answer you, still too flustered and shocked by your impressive display of strength, (cause iwaizumi is not light, that man is straight muscle), you sighed before giving the gym a quick scan before settling on one of the team's liberos.

“yaku-san.” yaku jumped at your polite tone when you called his name, but he quickly recovered with a sincere smile. “yes, (l/n)-san?”

you shot him a sweet smile of your own, and chose to ignore the blush across his cheeks to avoid embarrassing him. “can you give me a number between one and twenty?”

yaku stared at you confusedly along with the rest of the team and iwaizumi fully burst out laughing, shaking on your shoulders. you fought back your own grin as you threatened to drop him.

“um, ten?”

you grinned as you widened your stance, feet placed shoulder length apart as you took in a deep breath, preparing your muscles.

“good, i wanted a decent workout today, anyways.”

and when you began to squat your best friend with perfect posture and ease, kageyama didn’t even register the howling screeches of his teammates as they lost their minds over this mini she-hulk they just got as a manager.

instead, kageyama could only focus on the blood rushing through his ears and to his cheeks as he watched you squat his senpai with a smile on your beautiful face, a singular bead of sweat rolling down your temple.

oh, he was in deep now.

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kageyama knew he should be ashamed of the way he was staring at you, but he couldn’t find it within himself to tear his eyes away.

with a harsh gulp and wide eyes, he watched you as you continued on with your leg presses, eyes closed as you took in even breaths.

you didn’t even seem bothered by the amount of weight you were pushing, but then again, 300 lbs was something normal to you.

finishing your reps, pushed your legs out fully before locking the press, taking a deep swig of your water as you lifted yourself up from your reclined sitting position.

blue eyes followed the trail of your sweat as it glided down the side of your neck before being absorbed into the fabric of your sports bra strap, and he gulped again, pants suddenly feeling tight.

that feeling only intensified when you lifted the edge of your shirt to wipe at your soaked brow, exposing your pudgy and soft tummy. you’ve never looked more delicious to kageyama than now.

when your boyfriend of six months and olympian in training had invited you to his home to work out in his personal gym after you finished atsumu’s little “team bonding experience” you didn’t expect him to just stare at you as you went about your reps and sets.

you chose to ignore the hungry way he gazed at your plush body as you moved over to where the squat stand was, bar already loaded with your preferred weight.

not minding the intense stare from across the room, you bit back a smile when you heard the light gasp come from your boyfriend as you ducked under the bar and settled it comfortably on your shoulders.

you stood up straight and relished in the familiar weight against your flesh. stepping back with a deep breath, making sure your posture was correct, you squatted your first rep.

as you came back up, you weren’t surprised when you noticed your boyfriend had disappeared from his seat by the shoulder press.

what did surprise you was the sudden warm presence behind you, and you bit back a startled gasp when you felt his large hands come to gently rest on your waist.

“as a professional trainer, you should know it’s dangerous to squat without a spotter.” kageyama’s deep voice muttered out. he resisted the urge to dig his fingers into your soft skin as you chuckled.

“you’re right, but i think i can handle myself.” you musea. you held back a gasp when he leaned forward to nudge his nose against your jaw, breath cool against your sweaty skin.

kageyama inhaled the musky yet sweet scent of your sweat against your skin and had to bite his lip to repress his groan. why was he getting so worked up over this?

“squatting 320 isn’t something you just cover on your own.” he growled into your ear, and you finally realized how worked up your boyfriend was from watching you work out.

not that you can blame him, however. watching him do his arm reps and the way his back muscles rippled under his plain white tee whenever he lifted himself for pull ups had your yoga pants feeling a little damp.

sensing things were about to get hot and heavy, you stepped towards the squat stand to put up your bar, kageyama’s hands never leaving your waist.

just as the weight left your shoulders and was properly put away, you let out a gasp when you felt his cool tongue slide sensually up your neck, and you blushed at the deep groan that left his lips.

your own moans soon filled the air as kageyama ground his hard cock against your ass through his joggers, groping your soft sides fully with his hands.

you rested your head against his chest as you let him massage your body roughly with his dexterous digits, mewling and panting at the way he teased and pinched your nipples through the fabric of your sports bra.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he rasped in your ear, maneuvering your bodies to lay on the padded gym floor. you let him spread your thighs as you propped your body up on one elbow.

you panted lightly as kageyama looked down on you from above, kneeling between your legs while gazing over your glistening form.

your baby hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead as your skin seemed to glisten under the fluorescent lights above.

blue eyes zeroed in on a stray drop of sweat that glided from your neck and began its descent down the valley of your breasts.

something in him snapped and he lunged forward, causing you to yelp in surprise before moaning as he tongue followed the sweat drops path, groaning against your heated skin at the salty taste.

he needed more.

“the way you look when you’re working out, the way your sweat makes your skin glow,” a whine escaped your lips as he nipped gently at your collar bone.

he lifted his head to meet your eyes and you gasped at the feral look in his blue orbs, pupils blown wide with lust.

“you make me so hungry, (y/n).” before you had a chance to respond to him, the sudden sound of fabric tearing and your inner thighs exposed to cool air made you balk, and you stared at your boyfriend in shock.

“you did not just rip open my yoga pants!” kageyama gave you a blank look before shrugging, leaning his face down to your exposed core, pleased to find that you were already dripping onto the floor.

“i’ll buy you another pair.” a breathy moan replaced your curse for his causal destruction of your clothing as he licked a fat stripe up your cunt, fingers digging harshly into the plumpness of your thighs as he drank in your flavor.

moans spilled from your parted lips uncontrollably as kageyama ate you out, tongue flicking and suckling against your clit as one of his hands released your thigh in favor of sinking two fingers into your hot core.

“fuck!” you choke out in a whisper as you wind your fingers through his silky locks, gripping them tightly as you roll your hips into his face.

kageyama took your grinding on his face in stride, speeding up the movements of his fingers as he searched your walls for that one spot that made you see stars.

“a-ah!” you cried out, thighs clenching around his head as he smirked into your flesh. found it. tears began pricking your eyes as your body was assaulted with pleasure, kageyama’s fingers slamming right into your g-spot.

kageyama knew you were getting close when he felt your walls flutter around his fingers and your soft moans began growing louder as you neared your release.

with a snarl, kageyama pulled his fingers from you roughly and sat up from in between your legs. your whimper at the sudden emptiness was swallowed by him as he slammed his lips to yours hungrily.

you moaned into the kiss, tasting yourself as you felt him fumble with the tie on his joggers before pulling them down along with his boxers to free his cock.

kageyama pulled away from the kiss, greedily taking in your breathless and flushed expression before slowly pushing his length into you, groaning as he forced your walls to accommodate his girth and impressive length.

tears sprung in your eyes and fell down your soft cheeks as you cried at the stretch, mind going delirious from the pleasure as your boyfriend continued to sink into you.

kageyama leaned down to lick up your tears before roughly snapping his hips into you, sinking the rest of the way in as his pelvis settled flush against you.

you choked as he bottomed out, and your hands instinctively went to grip onto his muscular shoulders, nails digging into his flesh hard enough to leave marks.

kageyama groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, and he pulled back before slamming into you, relishing the way your walls seemed to suck him back in.

“tobio!” you cried out, voice breathless and wobbly as he slammed directly into your g-spot. kageyama smirked at your already fucked out expression, and slammed his cock into you again.

nothing but the sound of skin against skin and your wanton moans filled the stuffy gym air as kageyama pounded into you.

“fuck, (y/n),” kageyama groaned, leaning back on his haunches as he pounded into your sopping cunt, holding your legs up by your knees while biting his lip, watching you lose yourself on his cock.

your soft stomach jiggled with each thrust, shirt having ridden up while you squeezed your breasts through your bra, eyes crossing from the pleasure.

“fuck! you feel too f-fucking good!” you moaned, voice stuttering from the intensity kageyama was fucking into you with. kageyama smiled down at you, cheeks flushed from the compliment. “you’re taking me so well, pretty thing.”

he hissed as you clenched around him. apparently you liked that. so he continued.

“you feel so nice and tight around me, pretty girl.” he moaned out, feeling his high begin to approach him as your soft walls fluttered around him. he let one of your legs drop as he brought a hand to your aching clit.

rubbing tight circles into your sensitive nub, he sped up his hips until you were practically sobbing from the pleasure, coming dangerously close to tipping over the edge.

kageyama groaned at the sight of your flushed cheeks shining with tears and sweat, swollen pink lips caught in your teeth as you stared up at him with furrowed brows.

“i-i’m close!” you stuttered out, body beginning to seize while you could practically taste your orgasm. kageyama wasn’t any better, his hips losing rhythm as he opted to just pounding into you with whatever he’s got left.

“go on, pretty girl.” he huffed out, lazy smile curling his lips as he continued rubbing your clit with precise circles. “make a mess on me.”

a scream ripped through your vocal cords as you spasmed on his cock, eyes clenching shut as you clamped around him so tightly kageyama became lightheaded.

with a choked moan of his own he came deep inside you, filling you up to the brim with his cum as he fell forward, stopping himself from falling onto you as he held himself up with his arms.

you both sat there for a while, desperately trying to catch your breaths as you eventually came down from your highs.

opening your eyes, you find that kageyama was already staring at you, eyes softened and face still flushed from his high. you watched as a singular bead of sweat rolled down his nose before dropping onto the corner of your mouth.

without even thinking, your tongue swiped out to lick it up, and you saw your boyfriend’s eyes harden again, and a gasp escaped you as he rutted his hips into yours, cock twitching back to life.

a devious smirk filled his face, and he raised a singular eyebrow at you in challenge.

“you don’t think we’re done, do you? we still have a lot more sets to finish.”

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*knock knock* may I come in? I am worried, and uhhh dont feel so well.... and the more I try to *not* think about it, the more I think about it.... So I came over to ask, if I could get a hugg?... *puts one of the murder floofs on my lap* * Do you maybe hav funny/cute murder floof stories u can tell me? I'd love to hav some distraction..

I can tell you about kitten soup.

Once, on a very rainy evening late one autumn, all our kittens were hiding inside the tree house to stay warm and dry. But the storm's energy was giving them the zoomies, and they would race up and down the stairs and the ladders and literally climb the walls.

I set Rayla the task of tracking them down and keeping them safe and out of the way, since Ethari was making a big hearty batch of autumn soup, and the kittens had historically tried to catpile into his pot for a taste of its deliciousness, to their peril. He likes to cook giant meals when the weather changes. Rayla was about eleven, and she was very motivated, but she was just one elfling aganinst two dozen black-as-night murder floofs, so I kept an eye out for stray shadows with little claws just in case.

I was pleased that Rayla managed to keep all the kittens occupied and out of the kitchen for the next hour. Ethari asked me to call her down for supper, and he started dishing up the soup.

I headed up the stairs to fetch Rayla myself, because I wanted to see how she'd decided to tackle her mission. I found her buried beneath a pile of black fur, with a big sprig of catnip behind her ear and others scattered across her bed with her and the kittens.

I folded my arms and pretended to be stern at her cleverness. "Aha. You cheated."

"I can't cheat if there's no rule that says it's wrong," Rayla sassed me, with a cute little wink. She tossed me a catnip sprig. "Besides, it's not like it's hard to corral twenty-four kittens. Not for an amazing assassin like myself!"

I caught the catnip and froze. "Rayla."

Her ears perked at the seriousness in my tone. "Yes, Runaan?"

"We have twenty-five kittens."

Rayla brushed her fingers against all the lolling heads around her in a quick recount. "Oh no..." She looked up at me. "Ethari's soup!"

I yeeted down the stairs as only a highly focused assassin in his own house can do, bouncing off the curving walls at precise intervals until I skidded through the swirly-covered archway into the kitchen, ponytail flying behind me, feet wide like a Tidebound elf on a surfboard.

Ethari looked over at me in surprise and froze with a bowl in one hand and a swirly-handled ladle in the other.

I scanned the room for my target and saw it releasing its clawed grip on the rafter over the soup pot. Tiny furry limbs spread wide like a Skywing in giddy freefall.

I skidded up to my confused husband, came to a stop right at his side, pressed a quick kiss against his cheek, held my hand out over the soup pot, and felt a warm, wriggly body land heavy against my palm. I smoothly set the thwarted kitten on my shoulder, where she yowled grumpily, and said, "Your soup smells amazing, my heart."

Ethari glanced at the kitten, at his soup pot, and then at me, before bursting into chuckles. "I hope you like it, love. It's got everything you like, and" --another glance at the kitten-- "nothing you don't!"

He smooched me in thanks for rescuing his soup just as Rayla came down after me. Seeing she'd already missed the action, she sassed, "Does that mean your soup has kisses in it, Ethari?"

sigh

It's really not fair how a single tactically sassy line from this elfling can set my cheeks ablush. I blame her mother. *fond smile*

Ethari's autumn soup was amazing, and kitten-free.

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