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2-dsimp · 11 days

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I remember hearing from bird owners on the internet never to pet a bird's wings and back due to it arousing the bird, so many bird owners say to just pet their heads.

So, if someone where to "accidentally" brush past a certain Harpy's wings and lower back, or to playfully mess with the feathers a bit, how would said harpy react?

Love to mess with others and want to rile up Lynx a bit heh

Cw: Fem! Reader, NSFW🔞 creampie, knotting, praise, Lynx being a horny birb, overestimation, cum inflation, breeding, exhibition, use of public toilet stall, possessive/obsessive tendencies. Slight degradation.

Synopsis: You decided it would be a good idea to figuratively and literally ruffle the harpy’s feathers and you ended up getting more of a reaction than you bargained for.

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"My muse~ you know how I can’t bear to resist you on a daily basis.”

The harpy scolded, his voice low and husky with desire. Using his clawed hands to cover your lips in order for your explicit sounds not to escape the bathroom stall y’all were currently boxed inside of.

“So Why would you do that when I was just about to be handed my Grammy?"

The singer could feel himself getting closer, his own pleasure building up inside of him as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. He struggled to hold on, gritting his teeth as he tried to savor the five minutes. That he so desperately asked for, just to momentarily hold off on accepting his trophy for having the best selling album.

Using the excuse that he needed to use the bathroom to get rid of his cold feet. When in reality the moment you ruffled his sensitive feathers. Lynx damned near almost snatched you up and fucked you on stage. But thinking about his managers pleas on not causing havoc. The birdman instead hustled you into the nearest bathroom stall.

“You must’ve done this on purpose. Did you really want me to give you my knot that badly baby?"

He panted, relishing in the harsh wet smacks of his balls against your plump ass. His long lashes fluttered shut as he humped you frantically knowing that time was running out. Twitching sporadically as his fleshy pointed cock. Kept spurting out copious amounts of clear precum which continually fattened you up.

"Fuck! You’re sucha bad girl, getting me all worked up. I can feel your juices splashing on my knot, such a dirty chicky you are~”

The Harpy no doubt felt his impending orgasm threatening to burst from his leaking dick. like a pressurized dam, his family jewels throbbing to unload his hot jizz inside of you. As he felt you squirting on his meaty rod that was hitting all your weak spots.

"Imma stuff you up with so much cum, that your gonna leave a snail trail wherever you go. That way people will know that you’re taken."

Lynx trilled melodically, his tail feathers swishing as his plumaged fluffed up from the sensation of your cunt clenched down on his length that was bullying its way against your womb.

“You’d like that right? My pretty mate? Of course you would!”

He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck biting and licking at the sweat dripping from your skin. Not even taking not of how you were crying fat tears of overstimulation from being stuffed to the brim with his growing knot lodged inside your clammy walls. His shaft still fucking itself into your weeping quim as he prepared to let go. Since it was almost time for him to get back stage and accept his reward ceremony.

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you more later on, so for now just open up that cute womb of yours so I can flood it with my hatchlings yeah?”

With a bodily shudder racking through him he pressed his body flush against you. His wings hugging you within a protective cocoon. Whilst he released his hot harpy sperm deep inside of you, filling you up completely with his seed. He let out a breathy, guttural keen of exhilaration as he continued to ride his high inside of you, his knot still expanding in depth within your pussy as he proceeded to ground himself empty completely inside of you.

"Mmm, you feel s-so good, my muse… You think I can squeeze in one more load inside of your pretty pussy?"

Lynx drawled out , his voice scratchy and needy as he slowed down his movements. The Harpy stayed inside of you, his cock still twitching as he enjoyed the feeling of being buried deep inside of you. From hearing your small moans in response his penis already returned to half mast eager to fuck another batch of his baby batter inside you.

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scarlethexelove · 1 month

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Hi! I’m not sure if my previous request went through because my Internet cut out! But could I please request a mommy!natasha fic? Where Nat just got home from a mission and little!reader refuses to let go of her, so she’s been in Nats lap, breastfeeding too since Nat got home. Then Clint comes over to discuss the mission with Nat, and while reader is drowsy and half asleep in nats arms, once she realizes her uncle Clint is there, she wants him to hold her too? Just a slice of life with Nat and her baby! Thank you

Little Bug

Pairing: Mommy!Nat x Little!Reader, Uncle!Clint x Little!Reader, Auntie!Wanda x Little!Reader

Word Count: 1735

Warnings: Fluffy, Breastfeeding, Age regression, just cute and fluffy really

A/n: I hope this is good. Please keep in mind that I'm doing Little!Reader from others that I have read and some research. I personally feel small at times but do not fully regress so I don't have much experience with it. I hope that I did it justice though cause this was cute and sweet.

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A grunt is heard as bags thud to the ground inside the closed door. Your head snaps up, the coloring page already long forgotten as you drop the crayon in your hand. You scramble from your spot on the floor and run to the door. “Mama!” You’re excitement being heard through loud words. All the frustrations of the mission that should have been easy washing away as your face enters her sight. She crouches, opening her arms as you run into her waiting arms. You wrap yourself around her tightly as she lifts you into her arms. Your legs wrapping around her waist as she holds you closer to her body. All the tension in her muscles melted away. “Hi my little bug.” Natasha smiles, kissing your head.

“Miss chu Mama.” You mumble into her neck as you try to tighten your hold around your mommy. Nat kisses your head as the other woman in the room approaches. “Thank you again so much Wanda. I didn’t expect it to take that long.” Wanda smiles, shaking her head and waving her hand. “No need to apologize, I know how it can be.” She then pokes at your side causing you to squeal and squirm in Natasha’s hold. “Also who can resist this cute little bug. She was perfect for me.” The woman chuckled at your reaction.

“Mmm little bug did Auntie Wanda feed you already?” Natasha asks poking a little at you letting you giggle and squirm in her hold as you nod your head. “She did! What did my bug have for dinner?” You pull your head out of her neck, your cheeks flushed from your giggles. “Chickie nuggies and fren fries.” You smile widely at your Mommy. “Oh wow were they good?” She asks you back and you nod your head vigorously, which only causes the women to chuckle at you again.

You hug your Natasha tighter as you bury yourself back into her. “Well I should be getting back to Vis.” Wanda states grabbing her things from around the room before making her way back to the door where Nat is still standing with you in her arms. “Thanks again Wands. I really owe you.” Wanda waved her off again. “She was great. I love spending time with bug.” Natasha nods still thankful for all the help. “Well I’ll let you get out of here thank you again from watching her.” Wanda smiles. “No worries Nat. Call me if you need me.” But before she leaves she pokes at you again. “Does Auntie Wanda get a hug before she goes?” All you do is shake your head and hold onto your Mommy that much tighter. Wanda lets out an exasperated gasp. “Nooo. Aww bug you're going to make me sad.” She is holding your sides and you know you don’t want to make your auntie Wanda sad. So you awkwardly turn in Natasha’s hold with only your upper body and give Wanda a hug. She rubs your back a little. “Thank you bug.” She kisses your head and lets you go. “Tank chu for paying wit me.” You mumble turning back into Natasha. “Always little bug.” She pokes your sides one last time making your giggle and squirm, before she makes her exit.

Natasha kisses your head as you nuzzle into her neck more. “Do you want to join Mommy for a bath sweet girl?” Natasha asks, already heading towards the bedroom. You nod your head which makes the woman smile. She tries to place you down so that she can get the bath ready for the both of you but you refuse to let go of her. Your hold tight causes her to sigh. She gives up holding you with one arm as she moves around the bathroom.

It takes some convincing for you to let go so she can undress you and herself, but with some bribes for a movie after you finally let go of her. Once she gets you both undressed she gets into the tub and lefts you in after her gently setting you down between her legs. She watches you play with your Avengers rubber ducky set. You’re favorite of course being the black widow because of your Mommy. She lets you splash and play around and the water soaks her aching muscles. Content on just being with you. After long she washes you both off making sure you’re all clean.

Nat dries you both off when she gets you out wrapping you up in one of your bear towels, the little ears on your head bringing a warm smile to her face. “Looks like someone is my little bear instead of my bug.” She boops your nose which causes you to scrunch your face up. “No Mama me bug.” You toss the towel off wanting to show her that you are still her little big. She chuckles at your antics picking you back up and kissing all over your face, causing you to giggle. “Ok my little bug.”

Once Nat has gotten you dried off and into a comfortable onesie. You insisted on the black widow one for the night. Somehow most of your wardrobe consists of Avengers and mostly of your Mommy. But she loves so see your happy face when you get to show off your Mommy, Aunts, and Uncles. She sets you on the edge of the bed so that she can get herself dressed. “Mama?” Your voice breaks through as her shirt falls over her head. She hums hoping you will continue. “Hair?” She crouches down in front of you with a big smile on her face. “You want Mommy to braid your hair?” She asks you, her hands on your knees rubbing gently circles. You nod shyly. She raises up kissing your head. “Anything for you princess.” She quickly gets a brush and hair ties so she can put it up.

The bed dips as Nat moves behind you on the bed. “Wanna hold bear?” She asks, holding your teddy bear out for you. You nod your head, taking it from her and hugging it to your chest. She gently combs her fingers through your still damp hair before putting your hair up into a braid. When she is done you turn in her hold, looking up at her with big puppy dog eyes. “Baymax?” She smiles. “You want to watch Baymax?” You nod eagerly, wrapping yourself around her making the woman laugh. “Anything for you, bug.” She kisses your head.

Nat carries you out into the living room. She situates the both of you on the couch, your head on her chest as she turns on Big Hero 6 for you to watch. It only takes a few minutes before you tug at her shirt whining. She looks down at you with a soft smile on her face. She knows what you want. “What is it my little bug?” You continue to tug and whine. “Okay, okay, okay.” She chuckles, pulling her shirt over her head. She guides you to her breast which you instinctively wrap your lips around her nipple.

A gasp can be heard as you begin to suckle on your Mommy’s nipple. Warm milk filling your mouth and tummy. You wiggle a bit trying to get comfortable as you suckle. Nat lets you move and wiggle until you finally settle. You are not particularly watching the movie anymore as you wrap your arms around her waist drinking your Mommy’s milk. She rubs your back enjoying the closeness and bonding you both get from the experience. She watches your eyes drooping close and the peaceful look on your face as you start to drift in and out of consciousness. The move is already long forgotten by the both of you softly playing in the background.

A small buzz sounds as Nat's phone vibrates on the armrest of the couch. She looks down, opening the app that shows the cameras surrounding the house. When she clicks on the alert, the feed pops up showing Clint walking to the door. She taps on the screen unlocking the door to allow him to enter.

“Hey I came to-” Clint stops when he sees you on the couch with Nat's eyes closed. “Oh sorry I didn’t mean to intrude.” Nat waves him off. “No, no, it’s fine. I think she is just about asleep now. Did you want to talk about the mission?” He knows not to argue with her so he sits down across from the two of you and the two begin to run through the mission debrief.

As the two talk you vaguely recognize the voices. You stir about until you pick out Clint's voice. You wiggle and let go of your Mommy’s nipple turning to see your uncle Clint sitting there. “Uncle Cwint.” You wiggle free of your Mommy making your way over to him as you rub the sleep from your eyes. Once you're in front of him you give him grabby hands. “Hey little spider.” He picks you up and puts you in his lap as Nat puts her shirt back on. You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into his chest, getting comfortable in his lap as he holds you and rubs his hand up and down your back as he talks with Nat.

You're drifting in and out of sleep as time goes on. You hadn’t even noticed that you fell asleep until you were being carried back to your Mommy’s bedroom. She gets you both into bed before taking her shirt back off knowing that you would want to finish nursing on the other breast as you go to sleep. You cuddle into her side and she helps guide your sleepy form to her breast. Letting out a satisfying sigh as you latch on.

Your tummy is full as you close your eyes, your lips still around Nat’s nipple as you drift between worlds. Her hand rubbing up and down your back gently. “Go to sleep bug, Mommy will be here when you wake up.” She kisses your head letting her lips linger there. It’s not long before your full body relaxes and soft snores come from you. Nat isn’t far behind you as she closes her eyes kissing your head once more. “I love you my little bug.” She finally lets herself join you in the land of dreams.

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stardew-and-cozycore · 4 months

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Nicknames the bachelors/backelorettes would give the farmer:

Sam: darling, sweetie, honey, baby, love. Very innocent and traditional nicknames said with the same tone as everything else he says UNLESS it's after 9pm and you're cuddling.

Abigail: sweet cheeks, hot mama, babe, hoe, chickie. She'd smack your ass and kiss your cheek after every nickname.

Harvey: dearest, love bug, pookie bear. Basic but cute. He secretly watches rom coms and steals the weirdest and cheesiest names from them.

Shane: chickadee, sunshine, bro. He just gives off washed up frat boy vibes to me but he'd say them all with a smile at least.

Penny: darling, dear, honey, lovely. She just adores you and will call you all these and their Latin equivalents.

Sebastian: boudica, babe, mami, my moon and stars. Firstly, if you don't know who boudica is, she led an army against the Romans and was a great warrior and I feel like he'd definitely know this and call you this after you get back tired from the mines.

Alex: bae, dove, big L (L for love), broski. He's a little awkward and brags too much about having romantic attention to have actually been in a relationship.

Maru: Einstein, honeydew, dew drop, diamond, flower. She's just adorable and is going to give you the most adorable and meaningful nicknames.

Haley: bae, baby, babe, bitch, whore, love, gorgeous, kitten, girlie, sunflower. All said with soooo much excitement. You are literally her favorite thing in the whole world and how she says all these it's obvious.

Elliot: my love, darling, goddess, the most gorgeous muse, angel, ethereal rose, my heart, melita (little honey in Latin cus you know he's fluent in it). He will say the most gorgeous names to you while carefully tucking stray hair out of your face. He's so calm and caring and sweet and will recite to you ancient Latin poems while cooking you dinner.

#stardew #stardew farmer #stardew valley #sdv #sdv haley #sdv maru #stardew haley #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley sam #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv sebastian #sdv farmer #sdv abigail #sdv shitpost #sdv sam #sdv shane

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spitefulverse · 11 months

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Pollito / Miguel O’hara

Summary: Your learning a bit of Spanish for Miguel, sure you aren’t great, but you find a new word and you just have to tell him.

Warnings: pure fluff, cussing, established relationship. NOT PROOFREAD, just a blurb, like not even a fic. Please bear with me for the first couple of paragraphs I promise I know what pollito means

When you were learning some more Spanish today, you didn’t expect one of the things you would see would be the word for little chickie, pollito, and immediately, you had to tell Miguel how adorable that is.

You were quick to run to his room, past various Spider-Man. The second you reached his door, you banged on it, however didn’t give him a second to answer, just walking in. “Miggy!”

“Holy shit- you cannot just barge in-“ he stood in the centre of the room, almost seeming ready to attack, you simply grabbed his arm, smiling.

“Yeah yeah, you know during my Spanish lesson, well I learnt some new stuff, like important stuff, but guess what!” You bounced excitedly, squeezing his bicep.

“What? Muneca” He sighed, reluctant to even know, his eyes half lidded, looking very unimpressed.

“There’s a word for little chickie!” You grinned, leaning your head on his arm and he sighed, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I know ‘pollito’ but it also just means chick, sometimes we use it to talk about like attractive people or mothers call their children it, and it’s very similar to ‘pollo’ which is just chicken- what- why is this exciting?” He asks, his other hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as you huffed. His eyes flickering over your face, smiling at your reactions.

“Because it’s adorable, duh, your raining on my thunder” you poked his arm “I just thought it was cute”

“But it’s the same as chick-“

“So!!”

“Okay!! Okay, mami its adorable, I appreciate you learning Spanish so very much” he kissed your nose “but, we have a lot of words”

“Yeah yeah..mi pollito” you mumbled under your breath. Turning away from him, letting go of his arm. “What did you just call me? That’s not funny, nor is it cute” He crosses his arms.

“You heard me.. mi pollito” you smiled mischievously and he snickered, rolling his eyes playfully. “No way, I am not allowing that, if anything your mi pollito” he argued.

“Oh so you agree, it’s an adorable pet name”

“No- it just can be used as a term of endearment..fine okay baby it’s kind of cute but mostly, it’s just a common word that can mean many things, tone of voice preciosa ” he sighed, taking your hand, pulling you back to him and pressing his lips to yours for a second before looking at you.

“Now stop barging in here and go learn some Spanish, mi pollito” he nudged you towards the door, playfully smacking your ass as you walked by him.

“You wouldn’t do that to your little chickie!”

“It means chick!” He yelled back but you had already slammed the door, skipping off to god knows where.

#miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara fluff #spiderman x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #spider verse #spiderman #across the spiderverse #spitefulversefics

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certifiedchickenposts · 2 months

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Look these baby chickens!

oh my oh my!!!! what colourful young chickies, this has made me day!!!!!

what breed of chickens are they?

#chickens #chicken asks #oh yes i love these lil cuties!

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asteroshearts · 1 year

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Costco

Dad!Levi x Mom!Reader

Domestic AU, Modern AU, pure fluff, unnamed young son

Oh, the skip in your step couldn't be contained as you sauntered down to your car, basked in the sun, and dancing in the rays.

You had gotten everything that you needed (and wanted) today at one of your favorite places in the world: Costco Warehouse.

The groceries for the week? Obtained. The random sherpa throw pillow? One and done. Levi's wine, your spontaneous cheeses, tins of tea. You and your son gorged on every sample available until your bellies were full enough for your husband to nearly roll you back to the car.

The wheels of the shopping cart gently rolled to a stop, careful of the precious package you had in there, as Levi wordlessly met eyes with you. Without another sound, you nodded and ducked in the car, swiftly making sure the baby seat was ready. The second you broke away from your two boys, your son perked up immediately from his sleepy state, swiveling his head back and forth and gurgling slightly in his grogginess. Sensing your son's impending panic from not being about to sight you from his seat in the shopping cart, Levi absentmindedly began to rub his knuckles up and down his baby's stomach to soothe him.

"Aw, come here, baby," you cooed, taking your sleepy baby from out of the cart while your husband loaded the trunk. Tiny hands wound against your neck immediately and you tugged your son closer. "That was some yummy food, huh? Are you feeling the food coma yet?" Pressing his face against your neck, you felt his single nod.

Silent, but a listener, just like his father.

"Yea?" You placed him down gently as you began to buckle him in. "I think the meatballs were my favorite." Click. Zip. Pull. "If they're on sale next week maybe we can ask your papa to make them with spaghetti." Tugging on his seat belt straps once more to make sure he was secure, you began to pull away to help Levi bring in your purchases, only to be stopped by a single tiny hand pulling on your sleeve.

"Huh?" Eyes matching his blinked widely.

"Mama..." he started out slowly. His wide eyes twinkled with stars. "The chickie is hot, can I eat?" He emphasized his words with a couple more tugs to your sleeve, pointing a single finger at his mouth as he went ahhh silently.

"Aw, yea, that's what you were most excited about!" You beamed and wiggled your fingers at him, smiling widely. Of course: the famous Costco rotisserie chicken.

You had such a patient and quiet child, such a mama's boy, Levi remarked with a playful roll of his eyes. Your son was never difficult to handle and would always follow you around like a little duckling. Normally, he'd just tag along with you as you went down the aisles of Costco, a single hand on your skirt as he hovered around your legs.

But today was different. Today he had taken a hold of your hand without a single word and he was the one leading you. He dragged you to the back of the store where the rotisserie was, much to Levi’s amusement as he pulled the cart along behind you. Your son was a man on a mission, eyes gleaming with determination. He tugged on your skirt twice and pointed one tiny pudgy finger at the row of chicken trays in front of you.

You son even knew the tricks: the ins and outs. When you cooed and reached out to grab a tray, your son stopped you, shaking his head before pointing at all of the other people waiting around you. Your son even knew to wait for the next round of fresh chicken to be placed out.

You and Levi sure had a field day giggling at that, watching your son's back as he looked in awe at the employee behind the counter, muttering about how well he was doing with his first real grocery run.

That little runt was growing up, Levi thought wistfully. His fingers twisted around yours. The beautiful son you two created was really becoming a big boy.

But now, despite how cute your son was, despite his cherubic cheeks, and his open lips, and the twinkle in his eyes, you knew one thing: there was no way in hell Levi was going to let a toddler eat in his new car.

After all, even back in your college days, when Levi's car was a decade old Renault that he picked up for less than 1K, your then-boyfriend would raise hell at the mere mention of eating inside his beat-up trash heap. Even when you two picked up a McDonald's at 3AM, one glare made you think twice about eating a single fry before you left the car.

Levi, your high maintenance husband, made you wince sadly at the thought of saying no to your son as he stared expectantly at you.

"Do you mean you want to eat it when you get back home?"

A shake of his head. "Now, Mama." Oh, this was going to be difficult, wasn't it?

"Aw, I'm sorry, baby, but I don't know if Papa would — "

"That's fine."

What?

You head snapped to the other side of the car, jaw dropping as Levi opened up the adjacent door. You stared in a stunned stupor. What??

"Just a small piece," Levi told your son. "Then you can have more when we get home, hm?"

You were speechless, even as your baby fluttered his legs under the confines of the baby seat and nodded happily as a large smile stretched his chubby cheeks.

The sound of the chicken container being opened broke you out of your reverie, filling the car with the smell of rotisserie and surrounding your son's view with the beautifully brown chicken skin. Even now you couldn't say a word as Levi wiped his hands down with a baby wipe, drying his hands before easily ripping out a strip of chicken and wrapping it in a napkin.

"Careful, okay? It's hot."

Nodding furiously, your son reached out excitedly and quickly took a bite as Levi fed him. Pudgy cheeks let out humorous puffs of air to "cool down" his chicken. Although his mouth was too full to let out gasps of awe and hums of deliciousness, one look at his swinging tubby legs underneath his onesie told you just how over the moon he was.

Snapping the container shut, Levi wiped his hands again before making his way to the driver seat, all as your dropped jaw and speechless expression followed every step he made.

"What?" your husband asked, glancing at your aghast expression from the corner of his eye. Putting the car in reverse, he began the ride back home.

"You're such a — You're such a — !"

A pushover.

A softie.

A great dad.

Playfully huffing, you pouted and puffed out your cheeks, turning in the passenger seat and crossing your arms.

"You know I remember when I was twenty-one, I said I was going to have a fry and before I could even put it in my mouth you pulled over so fast," you recalled, fake-glaring at your husband, watching his side profile as he focused on the road, observing the sleeves of his jacket fall down to expose the dainty bone and curve of his wrist. "You took me outside and said we're going to be eating on the curb if I was going to be impatient."

"And now look at you — you're letting a toddler have rotisserie chicken in the backseat. You love your son more than me, the mother of your child?" You finished by fluttering your eyelashes. Of course this was all jokes, you both knew Levi's heart was more than big enough for his son and the love of his life, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

Scoffing, he only flashed his grey eyes at your briefly before turning at the curb. "Don't be ridiculous. We know any toddler with my genes would be leaps and bounds cleaner than you."

Gasping playfully at the smirk he pulled, eyes twinkling with mirth, you batted playfully at his thigh.

"So — " Bat. " Freaking — " Bat. "Rude — !" Bat.

"Brat, that hurts." Yeah, right.

Barely containing his soft chuckles, you attempted to dodge away from his right hand as it tried to grab yours, quickly waving his attempts away before Levi's hand shot forward. His fingers wrapped around yours, trapping your arm before he linked his fingers with your own. When you tried to pull away, he let you go, but only replaced the space on his palm with your thigh pressed against the white seats. You waited for the heat to crawl up your face as he gently rubbed your thigh and soothingly rubbed it up and down.

"Baby, can you believe this?" you cried dramatically, turning in your seat to try and face your son. "Your papa is so mean to me!"

Finishing with the final bite of his chicken, your son blinked owlishly at you, completely deaf to the conversation his parents were having.

Holding out the empty napkin in both hands, your son gave a dopey smile to the back of Levi's seat. "Papa, I'm done!"

Exhaling softly, the tiniest of smiles appeared at the corner of his lip as he turned into your driveway. "Good job," he whispered, just as subtly. You took the soiled napkin from your son's hands and wiped his fingers clean before tossing the paper in the bin.

"More?" Your son's lashes were going to be long like Levi's and now they fluttered as he blinked. Then, remembering his manners, he beamed so hard that the fat of his cheeks nearly eclipsed his eyes. "Please, Papa!"

"Sure," Levi declared softly. Unbuckling his seatbelt, your husband went around the car to grab his son from out of his baby seat. "Whatever you want."

#levi x reader #aot x reader #levi #aot #dadvi #dad levi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #snk #snk x reader #levi fluff #levi x you #can you tell i wrote this after i came back from costco #i even follow costco instagram accounts #hehehe i got a tin of one of my favorite cookies on sale too

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eccentrcks · 14 days

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𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐎𝐂: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞.

This gorgeous artwork of Marlene was made by my talented baby sister. Give her some applause for this! 🫶 I also made a taglist out of boredom, so don't mind me. Taglist to those who inspired me to make this profile and ref. sheet: @revnah1406, @welldonekhushi, @littlemissclandestine, @alypink, and @darkhazard19.

⎯ 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡:

Name: Marlene

Full Name: Marlene Jamie Monroe

Alias(es): "Mona" (General nickname by her family), "Marlie" (childhood nickname), "Chicky" (Captain Price), "Squirt" or "Baby Girl" (Phillip Graves), "Marl" (David Mason).

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Irish, Native American, Welsh.

Hair Colour: Chestnut brown.

Eye Colour: Light brown

Height: 5’11” (181cm)

Weight: 187lbs (84.8kg)

Body Built: Athletically average.

Languages Spoken: English, Irish, Gaelic, Welsh, Cree, Spanish, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Bulgarian, Mandarin, French, German, Portuguese, etc.

Date of Birth: August 29, 2002.

Place of Birth: Fairbanks, Alaska.

Blood Type: AB-

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: N/A.

Status: Unknown.

⎯ 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗦:

Myers-Briggs Type: INTJ-T (The Architect)

Calm and reserved: Despite having her moments of being a spitfire, she is actually a well composed individual and this really helps her in matters of survival. Although pretty social sometimes, then she can be completely asocial, Marlene is not exactly the kind of person who wouldn't instantly show her actual personality to others whom she'd just met. She handles stressful situations with the pressure very well most of time.

Selfless and loyal: Marlene may be an impassive and hardened young woman, but she has a good soul and heart. Those who are lucky to be a genuine friend of hers are privileged to see her display her true self at most times. Has the tendency to put others before herself. Marlene's love language is giving gifts, acts of service, and physical touch- which the latter is a rare thing of her to do frequently as a young adult now. Keeps it discreet though.

Tough as nails: She is unbelievably durable and endures a lot of life-threatening situations. Often gets underestimated by others, but tends to straighten them up with a surprise. It still hurts, yes, although she just quickly learns how to suck it up and keep going without letting it drag her down.

Jaded and weary: It's safe to mention that Marlene didn't had a normal childhood and went through a lot of hardships growing up with a paranoid survivalist of a mother. Kind of a sore spot for her to be asked about. Has a bad case of PTSD and denies her clinical diagnoses constantly. ("I'm fine." is her favourite saying) Has a complex relationship with her mother, her only parent that raised her this way, which means Marlene cares and resents her at the same time, yet she internally respects the woman who taught her most of everything she knows. She suffered from losses who were dearly significant to her... somethings she isn't ready to openly talk about. So the girl is just simply exhausted from existing.

Adaptable and intelligent, also a polyglot: If thrown into an environment that Marlene hadn't been in before, she will learn and adapt if it's necessary. Growing up traveling with her mother had taught her some things. She's quite a multilingual genius, speaks and read around 37(ish) languages, but also graduated high school at sixteen before attending Stanford University and finishing in three years for her computer science degree. So in a shorter summary, she's an eager and fantastic learner.

⎯ 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦:

Primary Weapons: Knife, Karambit neck knife, Remington 700PSS, HK-MP5K, HK-MP5A3, TP-82, XM177E1, and Pipe Bombs.

Fighting Style: Hand-to-hand combat, some MMA.

Special Skills: Great at reading others' body languages and sensing danger.

Talents: She can learn to speak at another language in a short span of time, craft explosives such as a pipe bomb within an hour if she has the resources, and create traps with the right stuff.

Shortcomings: Can get paranoid most of the time, chronically insomniac, has some trust issues, and suffers from terrible migraines.

⎯ 𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬:

"Born and grew up outside of Fairbanks in an isolated cabin for five years of her life with her mother, who had Marlene at eighteen, and mostly traveled around on the road after. She grew up with tough love and Melissa, her mother, was fiercely overprotective with her only child. Once they settled somewhere in California when she was eight where Marlene finally got enrolled in a public school where her peers would eventually learn about her intellect. She never knew how, or where, her mother earned her huge incomes to financially support themselves, but knows Melissa just has an every important job whenever she isn't home. Besides, whenever her mother was confronted, she was just met with a firm look by her and the woman stating that it's none of her concern as Marlene should just focus on herself. Eventually this led to her rebellious behaviour before incidents occurred and slowly shaped Marlene into a withdrawn teenager in college."

"Her history with Taskforce 141 was purely platonic. Met them through her mother, one by one when she was an teenager, before the group realized she was Melissa's baby girl and they all knew the same woman who met each of them outside of their occupations. She've met Phillip Graves when she was a kid when he came by to confront her mother before a father-daughter bond was formed between them since then. David Mason is her godfather and one of the people whom Marlene looks up to- much to Graves' dismay."

"When she was done with college at nineteen and the year 2021-[REDACTED]."

"Until 2022, she was brought into the CIA's custody in middle of a late evening walk, more like by Taskforce 141, and interrogated after some evidence of her was caught stealing some invaluable intel and secrets, appearing as one of their employees, before she was picked up by a black van after that. She kept denying the accusations and evidence for weeks until Graves, allegedly dead at the time, safely liberated her despite Marlene being in a frail condition with the help from David Mason and proof that she was truly innocent. Someone had framed her."

"Then not too long hours after she was brought into his protective custody, no one knew who helped her other than the fact that she escaped CIA's custody, as one of The Shadow Company's bases was attacked. Mostly everyone made it out, but Marlene who was soon announced dead after she passed out from the blood loss with the base getting bombed into nothing once they were forced to leave her behind. Leaving Graves and David angry, distraught, and vowed to avenge her once they find the culprits. Her remains were never found after that."

Theme song: Methods of Madness by Secession Studios.

*Profile will be be updated once the story progresses and kept her backstory vague(ish) for now.

#cod oc #cod oc: marlene monroe #my oc #call of duty oc #call of duty #cod #cod bocw #cod black ops #cod mw2 #cod mw3

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"These people are not your toys"

you are right, Cait is not a toy, she chose the man (Tony) she loves, and decided to marry, and have a baby

and sam is not a toy, he chose the life of celibacy and engaging in commercial and investment work

They are not a toys, we insist on making our dreams come true during them, ignoring their complete free will.

Dear Free Will Anon,

Since you people keep on coming back over and over again with the same points of talk, when - again - you cannot, by now, reasonably expect a different feedback, especially from that coin flipping, bizarre woman you just love to call a lunatic every single day, I am going to take another angle. We all know how you, people of Mordor, like a good debunking, and this is exactly what I am going to do tonight, with you.

Over time, I have watched this kind of interaction repeating itself ad nauseam, over and over and over again. I have also read a massive amount of comments to this type of antics, and came to the conclusion that most of them thought "Anon is stupid and must go away immediately". A banal, convenient conclusion. Your efforts deserve way better.

Anon, you are anything but stupid, when you behave like this, trolling around like a headless chicken, waiting to ignite something, anything. You also know perfectly well that you are not going to change anybody's mind and can at best count on people cursing you (my two native languages have very colorful idioms for these situations, so you get double trouble) in different time zones.

What you are trying to do, Anon, is use a classical assertive technique, called the broken record method. Since you all think we are professional liars, I will just quote some easy, website material that explains it very clearly (available here: https://www.revolutionlearning.co.uk/article/the-broken-record-technique/):

What that does tell me about you and your ilk is, however, not very glorious for you:

It's rich that you try to do that with a diplomat and a former government negotiator, Anon. It's like trying to sell cucumbers to the gardener, to quote a proverb from my country and it is always met with a snort. I use the broken record almost daily - albeit more politely and considerately than you - especially when I reach a stalemate in a difficult point of talk.

Unlike me, you do have an unsavory agenda. While doing some research for a future post, I came across this very interesting article about sealioning, a new form of online harassment : https://www.forbes.com/sites/marshallshepherd/2019/03/07/sealioning-is-a-common-trolling-tactic-on-social-media-what-is-it/?sh=4df0169f7a41

This spiel is old and tired by now, Anon. Along with some cleverly planted calumny, it has made a pariah out of the whole shipper community and led to frictions, schisms, conflicts, broken fandom experiences, people leaving in droves, people being doxed, attacked, pressured, strange interviews of the female lead, etc.

You are the last Mordor Anon bringing up McSideburns that is going to get my attention. And it would be wonderful if we'd stop feeding the trolls once and for all and not answer this question anymore, all of us. At least get your act together and diversify, Mordor. You are very good at lying : Stalin would be proud of you, chickies.

And now, to quote Boney M, show me your motion, Anon. Enough is enough: guess what, editorial policy just changed.

#Anon

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zegrasbabyyy · 1 year

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a highly requested part 2 to the y/n hughes x trevor zegras actress instagram imagine! keep requesting guys, i’m trying to write more!!!

y/nhughes posted!

Liked by @trevorzegras, @thombordeleau_, @codychristian, and 1.1 million others

y/nhughes: onset shenanigans!! october 11th is almost here 🥹

tagged: @trevorzegras @codychristian @greta.onieogou @monetmazur

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cwallamerican: best looking cast and crew!

➯y/nhughes: agreed!

trevorzegras: so happy i get to watch you do your thing i love you babygirl ❤️

➪y/nhughes: you melt my heart z, i love you 🥺❤️

greta.onieogou: wife for life 🫶🏻

➪y/nhughes: wifey 🫶🏻

➪trevorzegras: no you’re my wifey

➪y/nhughes: hubby 😉

➪lhughes_06: woah calm down there

jordanbrisson12: still waiting for me to be a special guest star chicky

➪y/nhughes: maybe next season jordy?

➪brendan.brisson: wait till you see the guest stars

➪thombordeleau_: they go crazy 🤭

➪jordanbrisson12: i’m confused

codychristian: second pic is da best but ur too small

➪y/nhughes: and ur too tall

➪trevorzegras: no the last pic is the best 🥱

➪colecaufield: i live for jealous z

➪y/nhughes: same tho ;)

➪trevorzegras: ;)

monetmazur: my girl 😘

➪y/nhughes: tv momma 🥰

jackhughes: ur so cool bug

➪y/nhughes: not as cool as you j

elblue6: my baby!! so proud of you ❤️

➪y/nhughes: love you mommy!! ❤️

_quinnhughes: bug!!

➪y/nhughes: q!! i miss you <3

hunterclowdus: my bestie 🥹

➪y/nhughes: foreva 🥰

@thombordeleau_ & @brendan.brisson

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brendan.brisson: your fav all american guest stars, catch the best duo on episode 4 of season 1 🥶

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y/nhughes: my fav guest stars!! love you guys 🥹

➪brendan.brisson: thanks for having us on the show chicky we love you 🥰

➪thombordeleau_: love you so much chicky 😘

jordan.brisson12: WHAT THE FU—

➪brendan.brisson: surprise buddy!

➪jordan.brisson12: time for war

cwallamerican: can’t wait for the world to meet Hudson and Brooks!

*liked by creator*

➪y/nhughes: hudson, brooks, and natalie take on beverly hills

➪brendan.brisson: and there’s some drama ;)

trevorzegras: show business 🥶

➪brendan.brisson: 🥶🕺

hunterclowdus: loved having you guys on the show!!

➪brendan.brisson: thanks for having us man !

#trevor zegras #hockey #nhl hockey #umich imagine #thomas bordeleau #thomas bordeleau imagine #umich boys <3 #anaheim ducks #trevor zegras imagine #umich hockey #brendan brisson #jamie drysdale #jack hughes #trevor zegras x hughes sister

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