#his tail is a blur because hes wagging it so fast

[chewablepebbles]

Flat

#his tail is a blur because hes wagging it so fast #its very painful to be hit by it #dukus pukus

[toopunktofuck]

my boss asked me if i could come in on my day off tomorrow and im motivating myself to do so by reminding myself i get to see Him:

#yes a lot of my favorite clients are chihuahuas #i particularly love this guy because he used to Hate boarding until he met me #his tail is wagging so fast it’s a blur #his owners appreciate me a lot because he just randomly loved me for some reason and is totally chill with boarding now lol

[dollfacefantasy]

hiii i’m not sure if you particularly like writing hybrid!reader but can i pls request something with leon where he tries to feel out his bunny/dog hybrid gf’s kinks by seeing how her tail moves in response to them. like something she really likes she’ll wag her tail real fast and he finds it adorable

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!puppy-hybrid!reader

summary: leon plays with his precious puppy girl by watching her tail

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, humping his boot, daddy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, scent kink, dacryphilia, and size kink

word count: 2.6k

a/n: no because i love this idea so much. it's been in my head since i got it. i hope i did it justice because i think it's so cute. thank you for sending it and i hope you enjoy <3

Leon’s eyes rested upon his favorite sight in the whole world. His precious puppy girl kneeling at his feet. If he had to guess, he’d say it was your favorite place to be too. All signs pointed to that conclusion. Your eyes were wide and locked onto his face. Your body vibrated and squirmed with the urge to jump into his lap. And of course, the way your tail wagged back and forth.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

The fluffy appendage moves in a lazy rhythm right now. You were excited Leon was home and wanted to play, but you weren’t thrilled enough for it to turn to a blur. He chuckles and reaches a hand forward to rub your head. That gets it to speed up a little bit.

“You have a good day, pup?” he asks.

You scoot the slightest bit closer while nodding. You tilt your head to the side, squishing the flesh of your cheek against his knee.

“Yeah? What’d you do today?” he says.

“Took a nap. Watched the tv,” you answer, “You look tired, daddy.”

He smiles at your observation and scratches at the base of one of your ears. Those ears, which were perked up at the moment, were so sensitive to everything. The wind knocking something over outside, his car pulling up on the driveway, and of course, small changes in his inflection. 

Though he sometimes wondered if that’s all it was. He sees the way your tail picks up a notch when his lips curl upwards with that smile. He wondered, if not hoped, that it was something more than just your heightened physical capabilities. If maybe, there was something within you, something deeper, some instinctive emotional connection that bound you to him. That was probably wishful thinking. Someone who understood him implicitly. Still that was how he felt sometimes, and it was always lingering in the back of his mind when he watched your cute little ass wiggle back and forth with the movement of your tail.

“A little. Had a long day at work,” he tells you, continuing the conversation.

“Oh. Was it boring?” you inquire.

“You could say that,” he says.

“I get bored sometimes when you’re not here too,” you say.

The short, curt way you speak drives him up the wall. His hand on top of your head trails down to your cheek and gives it a little pinch before his thumb lands on your lips. Your tongue darts out to give the pad a small lick.

“Cute,” he murmurs as his fingers descend to your jawline and then your throat, “Why were you so bored, puppy? You have the whole house to yourself. You have enough toys to fill a room.”

“But I was missing my favorite toy,” you say, nuzzling against his leg.

“Oh, your favorite toy, huh?” he says. 

His fingers tease the edge of the smooth material that was wrapped around your neck. In place of a collar, you wore a pink satin ribbon. It bunched around to the front of your neck where it was tied in a pretty bow. Leon’s own handiwork. He never saw a reason to collar you. You were the most loyal little thing on the face of this Earth. Even if he kicked you out, you’d probably just take up residence on the mat at the front door. He’d rather you look like the spoiled princess that you were and dress you in the pink ribbon to match the other pink items you wore, your camisole and panties.

You nod at the question he asked, the ends of your bow swaying with your motion.

“Yeah? Well, tell daddy. What’s your favorite toy?” he prompts you.

Your hand snakes up to the front of his jeans and paws at the area where you would soon feel the outline of his hardening dick.

“That’s your favorite?” he asks, feigning ignorance, “Wow. If I'd known that, I wouldn’t have bought you all those stuffies. Coulda saved me a ton of money. Just let you sit on my cock most of the time, and you’d be satisfied.”

You shrug, not caring to roll that proposition around in your head for actual consideration. Sure you loved your toys, but they didn’t come close to one tucked away inside daddy’s jeans.

He grins not only because you’re so fucking cute, but also because he can see your tail starting to go faster. As much as he wants to pull you onto his lap and breed you till you’re a mess of drool and tears, he wants more tonight. You were nothing if not eager, and while he loved that, it meant that it didn’t take much effort from you to get him to cum in minutes. You’d just get so tight, you never suppressed any of your moans or whines, your face always scrunched up into needy expressions of euphoria…

Anyways. He just wanted to tease it out tonight.

“You have been a good girl today. I think you deserve some time with your favorite toy,” he says, watching the specific twitch when he said the two words of praise, “You wanna play with it right now?”

You nod almost as quickly as your tail wags. A sonorous laugh echoes from him. His eyes hold that glint that lets you know there’s more.

“What’s your favorite way to play with it, baby? You like bouncing on it?” he asks, his voice gaining an amused lilt.

You don’t respond with words. He knows your nodding, but his focus is on your backside where he’s getting the only response he needs.

Swish.

“Maybe you like taking it face down, whining into the pillow?” he continues.

Swish Swish.

“Or maybe you like being on your back, legs over daddy’s shoulders?”

Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish.

“I think that’s the winner,” he chuckles, “Why is that your favorite, pup?”

“It gets deeper,” you say. He watches as you try to be subtle about scooching closer. He wasn’t going to stop you though.

“Oh I see,” he says, nodding his head in mock realization, “You want it as deep as possible, right? And to do that, I have to pin you down, keep you underneath me where I can just fill that pussy up over and over. You like being helpless, princess?”

As his tone becomes more husky, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. Your hips fight the urge to squirm, but your tail can’t stop flinging itself back and forth. A tingling flame had been lit inside your belly, one you desperately wanted him to put out.

“Yeah. You love when I’m in charge. You love when all you have to do is take it like a good girl, and you can just let that little brain melt away,” he taunts. With each swish of your tail, it’s like he can hear a game show buzzer ringing in his points.

You wrap your arms around his leg that was nearest to you and pathetically whimper out “daddy.”

“What is it, puppy?” he coos.

You look up at him and give him the definition of puppy eyes. “I want it. No more teasing,” you whine. Despite your demanding words, you stay put. You were a good girl after all, and good girls wait for permission.

“What? You want it?” he mocks, “What’s the rush, baby? You don’t like daddy’s voice anymore? You sure were liking it last night when you were all sleepy. Just whining and clinging onto me, begging me not to pull out.”

The movements of your tail start to become blurry as you remember the previous night. He’d fucked you so good and talked you through it the whole time. The main difference between now and then was that then you had his cock stuffed inside you while he spoke.

“I do like it,” you defend with a pout, “But I just want it, daddy. Please. Wanna be full of you.”

“Full,” he repeats, “Does daddy stretch you out? Make you feel like there’s no room for anything else?”

You nod again, but you can’t take it anymore. You scoot forward more so your knees rest on either side of his boot. His knee kisses the space beneath your chin while the rest of his leg is flush up against your tummy, going straight between your breasts. He knows what you’re about to do, but he’s fine with it. Tilting the tip of his boot upwards, he gives you silent permission to start rocking your hips.

That was all you needed to close the gap between the top of his shoe and your clothed cunt. Lowering yourself slightly, your puffy clit brushes the leather. You let out a tiny mewl. Your face was already starting to scrunch up into a cute little look from such a simple touch.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” he teases.

“Yeah, daddy. Thank you,” you whimper.

Your hips move back and forth as if on a pendulum. The rhythm is consistent like the pacing of your tail. Back and forth, back and forth.

“I think you soaked through your panties, pretty baby. You gonna get daddy’s shoe all nice and shiny? Make it smell like you?” he says with a smug grin.

“Uh huh,” you mumble. 

But when Leon mentions scenting his boot, your tail starts going crazy. Absolutely buck wild. He wouldn’t be shocked if you sprained something from how hard it was moving. God, he was getting hard. A solid tent had formed in the center of his lap from watching you. So precious, so adorable. Those pants and whines of pure lust. The way your fingers were digging into the leg you held onto like you needed it to survive. The nonstop rutting of your hips matching up with the wag of your tail.

“Woah woah. Think my girl might be a little possessive,” he says as he watches you. He keeps his tone light. He wanted this to play out before he let himself have any. To stave off his desires, he palms himself over the rough denim.

Your eyes catch that, and it’s almost comical how you nearly drool. “I just want everyone to know you’re mine. You're my daddy. They can’t have you,” you say, nestling your face against his legs.

Your own pleasure builds in the pit of your belly. You’d found the perfect amount of pressure on his boot. You just had to keep grinding your aching cunt into the leather.

“Poor baby. No one’s gonna take me from you,” he croons and strokes your head. His hand moves so much slower than any of your body parts and the contrast intensifies the pleasure further.

“Good,” you say.

“Mhm. Trust me, you keep my hands full as is,” he jokes.

He watches as you keep whining and humping his boot. Your hips move like you’re on the clock. He can feel drool starting to drip on his jeans and dampen the fabric. If only he could see your eyes. He knows they’re getting glossy, hazy with the bliss coming from between your legs. Lucky for him, a particular jolt of ecstasy pulls your head back and ends with your face looking up at him.

“You’re getting to daddy’s favorite part, honey. Keep going, Keep being a good girl,” he says. Again, your tail jerks when it registers the magic words. You snap your hips with renewed fervor, chasing the elusive high. His fingers press down harder against his cock as he sees the gleam of saliva coating your chin and lips.

“When do we get to my favorite part?” you babble. Your voice was starting to give as the warmth of carnal pleasure encroaches on your mind.

“And what is your favorite part?” he asks, knowing what your answer would be.

“The part when I actually get your cock,” you whimper.

He shakes his head. “Look at you. Trying to be smart while you’re going dumb,” he teases, “Quit complaining. You’re still getting to feel good, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” you whine instantly.

“Oh really? It looks pretty similar to me,” he says.

You make a small sound that’s halfway between a whine and a growl. Even with your frustration though, your hips don’t stop.

“I’m just teasing you, pup,” he says, stroking your jaw with his free hand, “I guess it is different. I don’t see you crying like you do when I’m buried inside. I don’t get to see those pretty eyelashes all wet from tears.”

Your eyes roll back at the mention of being so fucked out you cry. It was one of your favorites, and Leon knew it. Being reduced to a crumpled mess of sobs against the heat of his chest got you like almost nothing else.

The reactions etched across your facial features are cute, but he can’t tear his focus away from your ass moving against its will through the force of your tail.

“But that’s not the big difference, is it?” he continues, “No. The real reason you want my cock is cause you want daddy to breed you, huh?”

As soon as it leaves his mouth, it’s like his mental buzzer is letting him know he’s won the grand prize. Everything about you goes haywire. You lock around his leg while your hips rut like you’re in heat. Your tail whips around so fast he thinks it could create a breeze.

“Uh huh, daddy- ah! Mm… just wanna be bred. Need it,” you ramble.

He feels his cock twitching in his pants. He’s sure when he actually does get it in you, he’s not gonna last too long. It’s straining against the zipper as is, and he can’t stop rubbing it. He’s almost as bad as you on the boot.

“I know you do. Silly little puppy. That’s always what you need,” he coos, “Just need to be pumped full of cum. My sweet girl.”

Your tongue is half lolled out of your mouth by this point. You’re past going dumb. Your head is swimming around in absolute thoughtlessness. Not a care in the world besides getting yourself to cum all over daddy’s boot.

He nearly groans out loud from the sight of it. He can feel the warmth of your pussy all over his shoe, the plush of your thighs clamped near the sides.

“You’re doing perfect, baby,” he mutters, “You’re gonna get your treat, I promise. Just let daddy watch you cum, and I’ll make sure you get your fill.”

You want to whimper “ok, daddy,” but your mind is too far gone for words. All that comes out is a strangled amalgamation of sounds accompanied by your head wobbling up and down. And the whole time swish swish swish.

Your swollen little clit had more than enough stimulation to get you to burst. Pants turn to gasps and fluid movements sharpen. You mumble against his leg, your lips squishing all over his pants and wetting them even more with your spit.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, which is enough to get another loud moan out of you. He chuckles and continues watching with his half-lidded, lustful eyes.

As the movement of your hips slow, your tail’s swings weaken. He still strokes your head as you catch your breath. Your chest puffs in and out while you feel your skin cooling down. It was hard not to get sleepy after you came, but before you have to worry about falling asleep at his feet, Leon scoops you up and holds you on his lap.

Rubbing your back, he presses some kisses to your forehead and temple. “There’s my girl. How’re you feeling, baby?”

“Good, daddy,” you mutter against his shirt.

“Yeah? You think you’re up for daddy breeding you for real now?” he whispers.

And suddenly, you’re not so sleepy. You sit up straight in time with your ears perking up. You nod and give him a lazy smile. He can’t see it, but he can feel that tail already starting to wag again.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil imagines #resident evil x you

[lipglossanon]

Because

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puppy!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

Shoutout to all of those who gave me the inspo! There are many anons and mutuals; the few I can remember are 🐶 anon, @rusty-phasma, and 🪷 anon

big kisses to everyone not listed as well; you guys are all amazing and thank you for encouraging me! 😭 💜

Warnings: 18+, puppy!leon, hybrid!leon, pet/owner dynamics, eager Leon, switch Leon, kissing, licking, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), collar and leash play, mounting, knotting, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, reader says no but doesn’t really mean it so slight noncon if that’s triggering

Not proofread ✍️

Title from Because by Alice Cooper (cover of the original Beatles version)

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“He’s so cute!”

“Oh, he’s just adorable.”

“What’s his name?”

You let the chatter of strangers disappear into the background when bypassing the mall’s pet shop window as you walk to the parking garage. 

“Thinking about adopting him?”

High pitched laughter, “With those list of issues, no way!”

“Thought you said he was cute!”

“He is, just not that cute.”

Frowning to yourself, you turn to see what new addition they added to the storefront to garner so much attention. 

Oh.

He is cute. 

You glare at the retreating backs of the group of people laughing and giggling as they walk away from the window.  You step closer, now that you’re able, and just watch the hybrid as he tinkers with something in his hands. He looks really sweet, blue eyes almost shielded by his sandy blonde fringe. 

You step a little closer and he tilts his head to the side before raising it all the way to look up at you. He smiles, floppy ears perking up on his head as his tail wags. Internally, you’re yelling at yourself not to do it, but you find yourself looking down at the little page of information taped to the glass. 

“Leon, huh?” you murmur, eyes glancing over at him before going back to the paper. 

You can understand why they were snickering to themselves; he’s never had an owner and looks like there’s still a lot of room for improvement since he’s not fully house broken yet. Your eyes skim through the rest, but it’s just height, weight, etc. 

Turning back to him, you see that he has moved closer to the glass, eyes watching you excitedly. 

“Leon,” you mouth at him and he nods, stepping up to the window and placing his hands on it. 

Sighing to yourself, you hope you don’t regret this later, you place your hand on the glass with him repeating the gesture. 

You smile at him and his tail wags back and forth so fast it’s almost a blur. 

“Hi.”

You adopt Leon on the spot, probably the most spontaneous thing you’ve ever done in your life. The clerk helps you with all of the paperwork, happy the hybrid wouldn’t be stuck here too long. He informs you of the do’s and don’ts of hybrid care, giving you a folder full of information as well as a little duffle of items.

“He’s excitable so you’ll have some issues with him trying to run off. I’d keep him leashed til you get home,” the clerk hands you a leash, leading you to the back where Leon was taken as you filled out the application. 

“Hi,” his smile makes one appear on your face. 

“Hi, Leon, you’re coming home with me today.”

He dashes across the room startling you as he pulls you into a bear hug. 

“I’m so lucky, you’re so pretty and smell so good, and—“

“Leon,” the clerk’s firm voice cuts him off, quickly slipping a collar on his neck. 

Leon’s ears droop and he scuffs the floor with his shoe, “Sorry miss.”

“It’s okay,” you murmur where the clerk can’t hear, “I know you’re just happy.”

His ears perk up and tail starts to wag, “Yeah, yeah I really am.”

Leon bares his neck to you for you to snap the leash clip on his collar. He preens as you lead him out of the store and through the mall. Luckily you were headed home to begin with, so taking Leon straight there isn’t an issue. He behaves the entire drive home much to your relief, a little worried about what the clerk meant by excitable.

You find yourself falling into an easy pattern with Leon; he’s a fast learner, so he adapted to your routine pretty quickly. The housebroken issue resolved itself (he just never lived with anyone before so they had to say that on the form). He enjoys having his own separate room and loves taking baths. 

Leon even helps with chores around the house so by the time you’re home from work, you can cook a light meal for the two of you and relax on the couch. He always waits for you by the door, eagerly pressing against you and licking your neck and face in greeting. 

Today’s routine jars you when coming home, there isn’t a happy Leon waiting at the door. Frowning to yourself, you kick off your shoes and drop your bag on the counter. 

“Leon?” you call out.

Walking further into the house, you pass by your half closed door and hear whining. You pause and peek past the door frame, surprise making your eyes wide. 

Discarded knotting toys from the pet shop lay scattered all over the floor— obviously used recently as they’re all dripping with jizz. Looking over you can see Leon completely naked on the bed, buried in a pile of your clothes as he ruts into a toy. He looks fucked out already, hazy eyed and tongue lolled out, panting. 

“Leon,” you murmur, stepping inside the room. 

“Miss owner,” he whines, tail thumping against the bed, tears making his blue eyes seem bigger, “‘m sorry for making a mess. Hurts.”

Your heart beats fast as you take in his pitiful face. 

“It’s okay, it looks like a rut or heat of some kind,” you keep your voice soft, stepping up to the bed to ruffle his ears. 

He whines again, pressing up into your touches as hips keep humping into his toy, before looking at you with big eyes, “Oh no, oh I’m—“

He growls and you watch as his cock knots the toy, cum bubbling out of the sleeve until it’s spilling down the sides and coating your shirts and panties underneath. 

“Leon,” you watch dumbfounded as he ruts down, smearing the cum across your underwear specifically. 

“Smell so good, miss,” he moans, dilated eyes staring at the hem of your skirt, “makes me wanna—”

“No, Leon,” your voice is firm, “the toys are okay, but you can’t be… doing this every time, okay? This is my bed and clothes and it’s just inappropriate.”

He whimpers, head ducking down as he shrinks in on himself. 

Your hand hesitates but you softly brush his fuzzy ears, “Hey, I’m not mad, Leon. We just need to learn boundaries, okay? This is a very,” you pause trying to think of a way to say it. 

“Personal moment,” you gently move his head to look up at you, “I don’t want you to feel bad for something natural.”

“Not mad?” he sniffles, tail sluggishly wagging. 

You smile and pet him more, “Not mad, baby. You’re such a good boy for me.”

He smiles through his tears, “Love being your good boy, miss.”

Your eyes drop to the mess covering your sheets and he flushes hotly. 

“I’m gonna clean it up, just,” he trails off embarrassed, “I have to wait for my knot to go down.”

“That’s okay,” you stroke his ears one last time and step back, walking to the door, “I’ll go make dinner, just clean up and meet me at the table.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmurs, tail beating against the bed. 

A week goes by and there isn’t another incident, although you’re sure you’re missing some clothing items but you can’t for the life of you figure out what. 

Leon’s whines and whimpers can be heard throughout the house late at night, disrupting your sleep but you don’t have the heart to tell him to stop. He’s already mentioned how painful it can be if he goes too long without any relief. 

After endless google and Reddit searches, you’re at your wits end on how to help. The answers are all over the place but all agree that the toys are a temporary fix. You stumble across a thread run by hybrids themselves with much more informative and helpful answers. You bite the bullet and post your question to the page under a throwaway account. In no time at all, you have dozens then hundreds of replies. 

Aside from the silly joke or meme answers, you get a lot of information, all of it basically saying you should offer your hybrid help with his rut. A simple handjob can stave off urges for weeks at a time. You bite your thumb nail as you read the more steamy answers, feeling a pulse of arousal throb in your clit at picturing Leon in such a way.  

You hold off but by the end of the second week of Leon looking miserable, you finally cave and offer to help him (your own bubbling arousal and curiosity peaking). His eyes light up and you gesture for him to sit down on the couch. 

“Only my hand, Leon. And if you misbehave then you’re going to be sent to your room.”

“Promise I’ll be a good boy,” he nods so hard one of his ears flip backwards making you giggle. 

He smiles at you and licks your cheek, “So pretty, miss owner.”

“Leon,” you roll your eyes feeling shy, “sit next to me so I can help you.”

He quickly undresses and sits down, thigh pressing against yours, legs easily falling open as his cock bobs and leaks everywhere. 

Whining, he nuzzles into your shoulder, “s’this okay?”

You hum, “Yeah, you’re okay, Leon.”

Your hand reaches out and grasps his hot throbbing dick, making him arch up with a sigh. Biting your lip, you try to ignore how much you’re getting turned on from this. 

“Thank you,” he mouths at your skin, “thank you so much, promise to be so good for you.”

You suppress the shiver those words give you and slowly stroke along his thick cock. 

“You’re really big,” you mutter out loud before thinking twice. 

He groans, “That’s good, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you laugh softly, “it’s very good, means you’ll feel good inside someone.”

His cock kicks in your hand, globs of precum dripping from the tip to coat your fingers. You lick your lips and tease across his fat tip, coaxing more precum to dribble out. 

He pants and whines into your shoulder as you tease him, dragging out your quick handjob into something that edges him for hours. 

He’s slurring and whining against you, shoulder and neck soaked with his spit as he laps and licks at the skin he can reach. 

“Miss owner, I wanna cum, I’ve been such a good boy,” he whimpers, “wanna knot your hand, please. You said I could.”

“Not yet,” you’re so turned out, your panties are wet and sticky with slick, “wanna see how long you can last.” 

He growls and whimpers but lets you keep teasing his cock, playing with the head before feathering your fingers across his balls and knot. 

You watch as tears drip down his cheeks when he clenches his eyes shut. Feeling a little bad for him, you pick up your pace and jerk him off, getting a little rougher in your movement. 

“Oh, oh, that’s so good,” he mumbles, “gonna knot you, gonna knot my sweet owner.”

Your thighs clench together trying to alleviate the want building in your core. He growls and grunts as he pushes up into your fist, knot bumping against your fingers as it gets bigger. 

Snarling against your shoulder, he humps the tight tunnel of your fingers until sticky cum spurts from his tip, coating your hand as it drips down onto his knot and sac. 

“Good boy, Leon,” you keep your voice warm and soft, “you did so good for me.”

He keens in the back of his throat and nuzzles your spit covered skin.

“Thank you, I feel better,” he sighs happily, ears drooping as he yawns, “gonna take a bath.”

“Okay,” you reply as he shuffles to his feet and makes his way to the bathroom. 

You listen for the door to click before you bring your hand up to your mouth. Just pure curiosity is what you tell yourself as you press two cum covered fingers into your mouth. A moan slips past your lips as Leon’s salty flavor coats your tongue. 

Your phone buzzing jolts you from your illicit deed, arousal and shame warring in your chest as you quickly head to the sink to wash your hands. You look into your own eyes through the mirror; you were just curious that’s all, you project to yourself. 

100% nosey curiosity. 

So what if you got even wetter at tasting Leon’s thick cum. 

Now that you know what it’s like in your mouth, you’ll never have to think about it again. 

Totally not a big deal. 

Period. 

Hours later as you lay in bed, glaring at your watch face reading 2:37am, that little voice of doubt chimes in that maybe it was a big deal after all. 

You muffle a groan into your pillow, tossing and turning until you can find a comfortable spot. That Reddit page said you could offer a lot more than just your hand.. is the last thought you have before you finally succumb to the sweet embrace of sleep. 

The next morning Leon is rousing you much too early for four hours of sleep. 

“But you said we could go to the park today,” he pouts, his blue eyes pleading.

“I did, didn’t I?” you sigh to yourself, scrubbing a hand over your sleep filled eyes, “alright, I’m up.”

“Thank you,” he jumps onto the bed, tongue lapping at your cheek making you giggle. 

“Leon!” you laugh harder as he crawls completely on top of you, pinning you down to lick across your jaw and ear. 

“Thank you so, so much,” he hums against you, mouth panting as he licks across the seam of your lips. 

“Leon, don’t—“

Your words are drowned out as he licks into your mouth, sloppy puppy spit dripping all down your lips and chin. Whining, you try to push him off but he has your arms pressed down into the blankets. 

He hums louder, tongue now slowly lapping into your mouth making you squirm underneath him. Moaning, you go limp as his tongue flutters against yours, drooling all in your mouth so much you swallow it down before you choke. He takes it as a sign you like it, making sure to drip even more puppy spit into your mouth. 

Your nipples tingle as he deepens the sloppy make out, Leon rocking his hips down onto you as he keeps up the slow motion of pressing his tongue in and out of your mouth. When you shift your thighs, you can feel how your wet panties cling to your cunt. 

Moaning, you start to suck on Leon’s thick tongue, crossing that imaginary line you drew for yourself. You want this so why not let yourself have it? Leon notices the change and excitedly presses his mouth closer, now using his lips to messily kiss you instead of just licking into your mouth. 

At some point, Leon shifts enough for you to move your arms, but you only bring them up to tangle in his hair—being mindful of his soft ears. You sigh and mewl as he gets more aggressive, teeth nipping your lips before fucking his tongue roughly into your mouth. After deep, sloppy, spit filled kisses, Leon finally pulls away. 

“God, you smell so good,” he pants and chuffs against your neck. 

“W-what,” you clear your throat, feeling all out of sorts, “what about the park?”

“Can we still go?” his ears perk up, making you chuckle. 

“Yeah, but I need to get dressed.”

“Will you wear that pretty dress?” Leon leans up to look at you bashfully. 

You squint up at him, a confused smile on your face, “Sure, I guess. If the weather is nice enough.”

His tail wags, “It is! I’m gonna go get my collar.”

He scrambles off the bed and beelines it for his room, leaving your door open. You sigh and stare up at the ceiling for a moment, feeling like you should take a cold shower. 

Lugging yourself out of bed, you grab your change of clothes and head into the en suite bathroom. You finish your ablutions and change—shooting yourself a thumbs up in the mirror as you leave the bathroom. 

Stepping back into your room, Leon’s already crowding you, collar on as he presses the clipped leash into your hand. 

“You’re so pretty,” he gives you a wide smile, blue eyes gazing down to your dress hem, “smell so good.”

He drops down onto his knees and presses his face under your dress, burying his nose against your panty clad pussy. 

“Leon!” you gasp, hand tangling in the leash and pulling, but he rears against the pressure, tongue lapping at the thin lace gusset of your panties. 

You pull harder and he groans, bringing his palms up to press on your hips, sending you stumbling back against the wall. He quickly shifts with your body, nosing your thighs before sloppily licking against your cunt. 

You shakily pull up the edge of your dress until you can see Leon’s face. His dilated eyes flicker up to yours, hair ruffled and messy, ears twitching. 

“Leon,” you whimper, feeling his teeth tug and nip the fabric until he’s able to rip a hole into it. 

His tongue slips into the tear, making it larger until you’re basically wearing crotch less panties. Tugging on the leash just makes him grunt and moan into your pussy, tongue licking up the slick dripping from your hole. 

“Fuck,” you rock your hips making Leon growl, tail wagging behind him as his tongue flutters in your clenching hole. 

He moves up, tongue dragging through your pussy lips to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves til you’re whimpering.  

“G-good boy, Leon, right there, oh god,” you grind your sensitive bundle against his mouth as he suckles it between his lips. 

He whines and teases your pudgy clit with his lips and tongue as you yank his leash to keep his face right where you want. He pants and moans, moving his mouth against your pussy, tongue fluttering in and out of your hole. 

You tighten the pull on his leash and ride his face with a moan. You can hear how wet you are from the messy sounds of Leon’s mouth. He moves back up to lap and suck at your clit, tail thumping against the floor as he groans against the sensitive bud like he can’t get enough of your taste.

He finally pulls away with a huff, mouth swollen and shiny with slick. Before you can say anything, he’s standing up so fast you lose grip on the leash and he’s shoving you over the edge of the bed and flipping your dress up. Your panties are ripped in half and you feel his thick cock pressing into your hole. 

“Leon,” you try to raise up but he snarls and boxes you in, sinking his cock into you fast and deep. 

You wail and thrash as he grunts, rocking his dick deep into your soaked pussy until the tip grinds against the opening to your womb. 

Clenching and moaning, tears bead your water line, “S’too much.”

He licks the shell of your ear making you shiver, pulling halfway out of your pulsing walls to fuck back into your cunt. 

“Been wanting to knot your pussy for ages,” he whines, the sound of skin slapping together making you clench against his dick. 

“So naughty, letting me fuck your hand, cumming all over you, letting other pups know you’re all mine,” he mouths and lick all over the back of your neck and across your shoulders. 

“Just wanted t’help,” you mumble, feeling your pussy throb as he bullies his cock against your g-spot, bottoming out on every thrust.  

“Mm but you are helping now, miss owner,” Leon chuffs the back of your head, hips flexing as he ruts his dick into your greedy cunt, “sweet pussy all wet and willing for my puppy knot.”

You clamp down hard on his thick cock with a loud whine, “Oh, f-fuck.”

He picks up on that instantly and growls low, “Like my puppy knot? Wanna feel it lock me inside your tight wet hole?”

Hot arousal curls in your abdomen, clit throbbing at the thought of Leon knotting you. 

“Leon,” you mewl, fingers twisting in your sheets, cunt squelching loudly around his dick as you get even more wet and tight. 

“That’s it, miss owner,” he rumbles low in his chest, sloppily licking your shoulders, “get that pussy nice and slick for my knot.”

You’re coated in puppy spit and precum at this point, nipples hard and pointed as Leon drags you back onto his cock. 

“Gotta show you how good of a mate I can be,” he nips at your neck, “show you I can fill you up how you need, give you lots of pups.”

“Leon,” you whine as he bullies into your soaking wet hole over and over, “n-no pups, you gotta pull out.”

“But I gotta give you my knot,” he licks across your shoulder blade, “gotta breed your pussy deep.”

Shuddering, your arms give out, forcing your back into a deeper arch allowing Leon to fuck your pussy harder. 

“Gonna make you my bitch,” he growls into your ear, drooling all over your neck, “gonna mount you whenever I want, knot you so good you’ll beg for it.”

Hearing him call you a bitch in that low growl makes you press back harder into his thrusts, pussy squeezing his cock like crazy. 

“Leon,” you drag out his name with a moaning pant, “we can’t.”

“Why? Tell me one good reason why and I’ll stop, miss owner.”

“Cause,” your mind’s foggy with arousal, “cause…”

You shiver as he ruts deeper into your slick pussy, bullying that spongy spot in your cunt that makes you clench on him repeatedly. 

“Why?” he licks your ear, “cause you like it too much? Don’t want my dripping puppy cock filling you up? Giving you a thick creampie to make you feel nice and full.”

“Yes,” you moan, “I shouldn’t—“

“Miss owner, just let me do it one time, just so we both can see how it feels,” his voice is sweet making your thoughts syrup thick, “just let my fat puppy cock knot you one time.”

You shudder, pussy pulsing and fluttering around him as slick leaks down your thighs, “Just once?”

He growls in satisfaction, “Yeah, just once. Promise.”

You both know as soon as he knots you, you’re going to like it too much to stop. It’s why he laughs into your shoulder making you moan. 

“Can’t wait to empty my balls in your fat pussy,” he grunts. 

You wail as his tip knocks against your cervix roughly. 

“Love the way you sound,” he nips your neck, “love the way you smell, love how sweet you taste,” his voice dips into a deeper octave, “love how your hot pussy grips me so fucking tight. She’s really working for that puppy knot, huh?”

Drooling into the sheets, you whimper in reply, walls fluttering and clenching around his thick cock. The way he’s thrusting into your hole grinds your clit against the bedspread, orgasm steadily building higher and higher to its peak. 

“G’nna cum,” you slur out, toes curling as your hips shake, “gonna cum, fuck, Leon!”

You bury your face in the sheets as you cry out, cunt pulsing and milking his cock as he keeps railing you into the bed. 

“Yes, yes,” he snaps his teeth over your shoulder, “feels so good, gonna make me pop my knot early, fuck, take it, take it, miss owner, take my fucking cock.”

You keen pitifully as he bares down over your body, pressing his knot past the wet, clenching hole of your pussy with a low howl. Feeling his knot seal you together, your cunt clamps down around him tightly squeezing around his cock and knot. 

“Mmm so perfect,” he huffs against your ear, “doesn’t that feel so good? So warm and sticky inside? So much puppy cum filling you up.”

You mewl pitifully as he rocks against you, cock grinding all against the spongy spot in the front of your cunt making a second orgasm wash weakly through you. 

“Can knot you all day, miss owner,” he kisses the side of your cheek, “instead of going to the park,” he licks the corner of your mouth, “can I? Promise it’ll feel so good.”

You turn your head to suck his tongue into your mouth. He moans and eagerly licks into your open mouth. 

“S’fine, Leon,” you pull away with a sigh as he grinds your clit against the bedspread, “this’ll help, right?”

His tail wags happily, “Uh huh, help me out so much. S’okay to knot you again and again right? As much as I need?”

Brain feeling like thick syrup from the best orgasm of your life, you nod, “As much as you need.” 

#lipglossanon #puppy!leon s kennedy #puppy!leon kennedy #puppy!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #puppy!leon s kennedy smut #puppy!leon s kennedy x fem!reader smut #fem!reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s kennedy smut #lipglossmasterlist #hybrid!leon s kennedy #hybrid leon kennedy #hybrid au

[chapel-of-rizztual]

10. teasing the other just because they can / Mountain x Swiss

Apparently I am incapable of writing anything other then puppy Mountain. Also this doesn’t really have anything to do with the prompt but this was the only thing my brain allowed me to write.

They’d been playing like this for hours now. Swiss wasn’t sure how Mountains fangs weren’t hurting yet as he gripped the other end of the knotted rope toy in his Mouth. They’d destroyed the common room, the coffee table that was normally in the middle of the horse-shoe shaped sofa was upside down, the contents that rested on top strewn across the floor. The pillow from the sofa were also strewn across the floor, along with blankets and personal items that got left on there. They’d somehow managed to knock down a few picture frames from the wall, Swiss suspected Mountains tail might be to blame. 

Mountain growls and bares his teeth around the toy as Swiss pulls harder, a desperate attempt to free the toy from Mountains mouth. 

“You really think you can win, pup?” Swiss tries not to let the strain on his voice show as he tugs at the toy even harder. 

Mountain growled again, pulling back at the toy. Swiss stood up from the sofa, hoping to gain some strength over Mountain, but he knew it was kind of pointless. Even with Mountain on his hands and knees, even with him using his mouth, Swiss could admit that he was much stronger then himself. 

“This all you’ve got? This really all you’ve got?” 

Mountains tail thuds against the floor and pulls harder on the toy. Swiss is actually struggling now, having to use both hands on his end of the toy. He can fell sweat beading at his hairline and he can feel the heat in his cheeks. His muscles are straining and he looks down at Mountain who's hardly breaking a sweat, tail happily wagging on the floor. 

Swiss shaking his arm from side to side, shaking Mountains head with the toy. Mountain snarls at him, his ear pinning back, and Swiss would think it was a threat if it wasn’t for his tail excitedly  hitting against the floor and his big round eyes looking up at him. 

Mountain starts shaking his head from side to side in time with Swiss with a low growl and somehow, somehow the toy slips from Swiss’ grasp. Mountain goes flying back with the force of it and Swiss would have felt guilty with it if it wasn’t for the happy squeal Mountain let’s out. 

Mountains quick to recover, spinning himself around ungratefully onto his hands and knees, his tail high in the air, wagging from side to side so fast it was a blur. He looks up at Swiss with blown pupils, toy hanging  from his mouth. He gives Swiss one last growl, a victory growl, and takes off in the opposite direction of Swiss, jumping onto the sofa, shaking the toy in his jaw.

Swiss laughs at him, watching Mountain chew the rope. He launches himself at Mountain, but the earth ghoul of fast to move out the way, leaving Swiss a heaped mess on the sofa. Mountain give a happy thrill, front legs splaying out in front of him, and he takes off once again. 

Swiss laughs again, chasing Mountain as he stumbles clumsy over the upside table. They make two laps around the sofa before Swiss manages to catch up with him, playing unfair and pulling the ghoul back by his tail. Mountain yelps, the toy failing from his mouth.

Swiss is quick to snatch it up, holding it high above his head. 

“Haha! This is mine now!” He taunts the earth ghoul, holding the rope high above his head. 

Mountain whines at him, pouting up at him with big round eyes. 

“Oh, you want it back?” He wiggles the toy above Mountains head. “You’ll have to come and get it then.” Swiss takes off across the common room, Mountain following hot on his heels, trying to nip and his ankles. 

Hours later, Cumulus enters the ghoul common room, eyes widening at the completely destroyed state of the shared living space. She would have been angry, she should have been angry, but seeing both Swiss and Mountain curled up asleep on the sofa, Mountain half heartedly chewing on the rope toy in his mouth in his sleep, she feels her heart swelling with love. She pulls a blanket over the pair, Mountains tail thumping against the sofa and he lets out a happy chuff in his sleep. She smiles down at the cute scene in front of her. She can yell at them later. 

#ficlet #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #puppy mountain #puppy mountain my love <3 #my writing #pet regression

[thetypingpup]

petplay is one of my biggest weaknesses, as well as mingyu. this is not a good combo for me. but putting him in pretty collars, especially if he has one with your name on it 💔 putting a lil leash on it and using it to tug him closer to you, or pull him away from you if he isn’t listening. training him how to be patient, teaching him commands like “sit”, “stand”, and “come here”… ugh he’d just be so good for you (most of the time). always wanting you to praise him (and degrade him but in a praising manner). he’s just so in love with you and wants to be a good boy for you 💔

MY PUPPY MY BABY I MISS HIM I LOVE HIM!!

k but you hit me in the soul with the training aspect of this. oh he would be such a good boy for you, so disciplined and so attentive. he hangs on your every word, following your commands like it's second nature, because to him it is. you tell him to come here, and he's bounding over to you so fast his collar and tag jingle loudly. imagine those dark eyes beaming up at you when you tell him to sit, knowing that you mean for him to kneel between your legs. you take his leash in your hand and wrap it around your hand, securing your hold on him, and he watches the motion with rapt attention.

"now sit pretty for me." you tell him, and he nods before straightening his spine, sitting back on his heels with his hands held like paws by his bare chest. you melt a bit at the adorable sight, your lip jutting out in a pout as you stroke his hair with your other hand. he tilts his head into your touch, your fingers brushing over the soft fur of his ears as he does, and his little whine only etches the endeared pout onto your face.

"you're way too cute, puppy. way too damn cute." you smile, your attempts to be stern with him completely thrown out the window. he smiles happily at your praise, his tail sweeping back and forth over the floor. you stroke his face, letting your hand trail down low enough to brush over the pretty collar on his neck, your name with a possessive conjunction imprinted on the heart-shaped metal.

"now, hand." you tell him, letting your legs fall open. excitedly, he follows your command, resting one of his hands on your inner thigh.

"other hand." shifting in place, he places his other hand on your other thigh, careful not to let his excitement get the best of him and squeeze. you see how hard he's trying to be a good boy, seeing the way his breath stutters with excitement, noticing how his underwear already tents with arousal. he knows what's coming next and he's already eager, but you've been careful to teach him restraint. time to see just how much he's learned.

"now wait." you taunt him with a tease, tightening your grip on his leash. slowly, you bring his head forward, inching him closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. he presses his lips together, resisting the urge to just dive head first and lave his tongue all over your panties. his nostrils flare as he sniffs, taking in your scent, swallowing a whine that rises in his throat.

"wait." you reiterate, holding the leather lead in place. his face is barely an inch away from your waiting heat, and even though he holds his mouth shut, you know that saliva pools on his tongue. his tail wags faster, becoming little more than a fluffy blur that wags behind him, so intensely his hips wiggle with the motion. his grip on your thighs tightens ever so slightly, not squeezing, but definitely trying to ground himself. his wide eyes darken, glancing between your face and that bothersome patch of fabric that separates him from you. he's close to losing his mind with need, wanting nothing more than to just bury his face between your thighs and take you in. he tries to remain still, tries to remain calm, but as much as he's a good pup, he's also an excitable one. sneakily, he inches his face closer, wondering if you'll notice if his tongue peeks out for just a little taste of you.

"heel." you sternly command, stopping his motions. he obeys, letting out such a pathetic whine that you feel it right between your legs. being made to wait has certainly made him more needy for you, his arousal written all over his face in the form of a petulant pout.

"you can only taste me if you're a good boy. you know that. you know you have to be good for me, right puppy? only good pups get to do such naughty things." you can see the shudder that runs down his spine at your words. your tone conveys a condescending care that makes him impossibly harder, loving when you talk down to him in such a sweet way. he nods, pushing his head up against your palm when you start petting him again, whining and wordlessly begging you to let him eat you out already. his eagerness turns you on even more, to the point where even you're not sure how much longer you can hold out. he licks his plush lips and all you can think about is just letting him lap at you like the hungry pup he is, all while he rubs his nose against your clit and makes your toes curl once he finds the perfect pace. he knows you so well he always finds that perfect pace, knows just how to please you, to the point where even him mindlessly enjoying your pussy gives you a ridiculous amount of pleasure. he begs you with his eyes, with his incessant nuzzling against your hand, with his pathetic little whimpers of "please", and you're this close to giving in and giving your excited puppy his treat.

but for now, you maintain your façade of control, tightening your grip on his leash once more and telling him, "be good, puppy. good things come to those who wait."

#seventeen smut #seventeen mingyu smut #svt smut #svt mingyu smut #hybrid!au #bc he can't not be a pup hybrid like cmon y'all know me 😅 #pup!mingyu #time to bring this tag back #puppy!mingyu

[prettyniji]

Hello! i love your works omg ‹3 ... may I request for Luxiem with their s/o who has the love language of physical touch? Fluff of course. But, if you uncomfortable with it, I'm very sorry, you can just ignore it. Thank you so much ‹3

authors note: thank you for the request !! i'm not uncomfortable at all my love language is physical touch hehe, i hope i did your request justice and you enjoy (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡

all writing is mine and mine only !! no reposting ,,, this isnt proofread very well sorry for any mistakes or typos !

characters: vox akuma; mysta rias; ike eveland; luca kaneshiro; shu yamino

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ luxiem with a cuddly s/o ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ʚɞ vox akuma ʚɞ

his love language is also physical touch so he would drown in the affection you show him!! after he finishes up his streams he would want nothing more than to be cuddled up with you and chat away the night he has mentioned how much he loves surprise cheek kisses, so make sure you catch him by surprise and plant a kiss on his cheek whenever you want to see his blushy flustered face he looks like this: ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) has his hands on you a lot no matter what he's doing, so if you want his hand to dance along your thigh mindlessly make sure you sit next to him while he works if you do the same and always have your hands on him while working, even if you don't realise what you are doing he can't help but let your touch consume his mind and he finds he can't focus on his own work because your hands are playing with his hair oh so nicely ଘ( ≧▽≦ )ଓ

more under the cut !

ʚɞ mysta rias ʚɞ

i think he is a closeted touchy person... he didn't realise how much he loves your affection until he hasn't gotten it while you're at work or out for the day

so as soon as you get home you find your perky boyfriend standing at the door waiting for you to thread your hands through his hair and give him your usual affection ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

as your hands find themselves brushing all over his body; his arms, shoulders, neck and hips, he sighs and leans into every touch you give him as he listens to you talk about your day.

whenever you are both out with your friends together, often he finds himself struggling to speak and focus on his words as your hand plays with his fingers or your arm locks with his, trying his hardest to focus but how can he when your touch makes his skin tingle (❀´ ˘ `❀)

ʚɞ ike eveland ʚɞ

our novelist is more than often lost in his books, so it's very easy for both of you guys to idly show affection to each other, you playing with his hair and reading along with him (as much as you can, i imagine he reads very fast..)

sometimes he reads his novels or his own works out loud to you, his arm around you drawing shapes into your shoulder

his hands would only leave your skin to go to the next page of his book, in which they immediately find rest on your thigh, continuing his invisible doodles on your leg ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊˚

however, when he is too tired to read he asks you to read to him, drowning in your love and affection like a cat nuzzling into your side, your voice and hands bringing more comfort to him than anything else in the world

it's fascinating how fast ike can fall asleep when your hands are on him, the slightest kiss on his cheek or forehead will have him feeling soft and cozy enough to nap with you

definitely tries to pretend your touch doesn't affect him as much as it does, but its very clear that as soon as you peck your boyfriend's lips he is putty in your hands /ᐠﹷ ‸ ﹷ ᐟ\ﾉ

ʚɞ luca kaneshiro ʚɞ

i think we all can agree that when our 'big and scary' mafia boss discovers you are just as touchy as him, he is delighted and starts to act like a puppy, following you everywhere and telling you good things he did so you will pat his head, cup his cheeks and kiss all over his cute face

honestly the line between luca and dog starts to blur with how much he wants you to play with his hair and scratch his head, to the point that if he had a tail, it would be wagging so hard he'd fly away..

but we can both agree that he wouldn't have to do anything to gain your affection because, who can resist giving him all the kisses in the world? if you can then you have the same power as god ;;;;;

i imagine if you yourself are streaming or in a call with someone, he would be sitting so close to you, practically on your lap, and grabbing your wrist to pat his head, holding his cheek close to yours

luca would love for you to be chatting away at him while kissing him in between your words, cupping his cheeks and looking in his eyes, all while telling him about an annoying coworker or annoying work

he would easily solve that annoying work or coworker in the blink of an eye with how you kiss him, just say the word !!

ʚɞ shu yamino ʚɞ

we all know this sorcerer is up at ungodly hours streaming or doing... sorcerer things...?

so, in protest, you must sit beside him while he streams and run your hands all over his body, while doing work of your own

he would go crazy, wondering how you can have your full attention on him but also have no attention on him at all ;;;;

may end his stream earlier than usual just so he can feel you stroke his cheeks and sit on his lap, making sure that you aren't paying attention to anything in the room other than him!! because he loves drowning in your affection and being the centre of your attention hehe (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ *) ｳﾝ

would die for you to sit on his lap even when he streams, letting you play with his hands in between valorant rounds or as he talks to his genmates

but also wouldn't let you because he knows he would get shy and embarrassed and struggle to get his words out on stream ........... ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

when he tries his hardest to silently get in bed next to you, thinking you're asleep, he strokes your face and gives you a soft kiss, telling you how much he loves you and your affection, even if he gets embarrassed easily

thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoyed and have a good day honey ₍₍ (̨̡⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)̧̢ ₎₎

#luxiem #luxiem headcanons #vox akuma #vox #vox x reader #vox akuma x reader #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijisanji luxiem #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #ike headcanons #mysta x reader #mysta rias #mysta #mysta rias x reader #luxiem imagines #luxiem fluff #nijisanji fluff #vox heacanons #mysta headcanons #shu headcanons #luca headcanons #nijisanji headcanons #luxiem smut #luxiem x reader

[mamawasatesttube]

I absolutely adore the mentorverse it's so adorable, I've been thinking about it and I can't help but laugh at how Bart would learn of Tim's little ducklings. Like, Bart is implied to be very handsome/cute as an adult, imagine just the fourth-something flash just comes into the room to mess with Tim and suddenly all the kids are awestruck by Bart. Literally everyone has a crush on him and it either kills Tim inside or it just resonates with him. Student 1: I think I have a crush on the Flash dude Tim, nodding his head: yeah me too. Student 2: wait aren't you married- Tim: what's your point? < 🦎 >

jfdklsjlds sorry i have to change this scenario up because i just SO don't think bart will ever be the flash. my mans impulse for life - if he takes up another mantle ever it's mercury and i will die on this hill. he's not barry or wally's legacy; if he's anyone's legacy he's max's!!!! (plus i have never really thought it made sense for bart to be kid flash and then irey to be impulse. why not have irey be kid flash?? her dad's mantle?? impulse was a name so specific to bart i dont think it makes much sense as a mantle to be passed down, tbh. but this is a tangent.)

honestly the funniest thing to me is how in impulse '95 bart as a hero is just generally not that cool and people kinda think he's a dork or whatever. but bart allen the civilian is the coolest guy on the block and everyone likes him so much. his autistic and adhd swag has them all captivated. i think this dynamic should stay for LIFE bc its so funny to me. he's a little hard to deal with for anyone who doesn't already know how to wrangle a speedster and can be unintentionally kinda offputting bc he's so intense as a hero but as just bart he has swag off the charts.

frankly i think at least half of tim's students, in the pre-"TIM IS MARRIED TO SUPERNOVA?!" reveal era, think supernova and impulse are a couple because impulse WILL just sprint up to supernova and smack him on the ass and then steal a bite of the pastry in his hand. and then he'll turn around and come pester tim with like 50 questions a minute like a dog with the zoomies wagging its tail so fast it's a blur. and tim's just... chill with that and also decently good at keeping up??? incredible to watch.

#answers #Anonymous #mentorverse au #🦎 anon

[dream-phantasm]

Leona Kingscholar x Reader: Love Letters (5)

Oops, this was supposed to be done earlier but school got in the way as usual lol

We’ll be meeting Rook soon as well as Trey again! 

Hope you enjoy!

No spoilers or warnings for now but this might change in future installments :)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 [!] | PART 6 | END

"You scared me. I almost thought you were Rook…" Ruggie shudders, jumping a little. "Uh, who's Rook?" You question him. 

"You haven't felt him yet? I think he's been watching you for most of the day. It's better for me if he targets somebody else anyway, shishi!" He gets up, dusting off his pants. "Oh, the weirdo in the…yeah, right! The letters! It was you, right?!" You accuse him.

He raises an eyebrow before a look of shock crosses his face. Ruggie bursts into another round of giggles. You glare at him, embarrassed. "It's not funny, dude! Just tell me." You huff.

"Hahaha! Ah-" You swear to the great sevens, Ruggie was clutching his stomach, wiping tears from his eyes. His reaction almost made you crack up as well. "You- You're so- Ahaha! I can't believe you…you think it's me!?" Ruggie sneers, his tail wagging slightly, "Just wait till he hears this!"

"He?!" You look at him incredulously. "So, you know who it is! Tell me!" You shake him roughly by the shoulders. 

He pushes out of your grip rather easily, much to your disappointment. "Nope, can't do that. Unless you have more than he's paying, my lips are zipped." Ruggie grins. You glare at him, it totally seems like he's teasing you. Almost everybody at this school had heard that you lived in a ramshackle dorm, therefore it was only natural to assume you have zero cents to your name as well. 

"Uh, what if I hurt you?" You wince upon hearing that come out of your mouth. You know how ridiculous you sound. 

"Shishishi, what are you going to do? You're in a bad spot, y'know." He taunts you. "Hm. If I give you a hint, will you call off your red blue duo and your cat? We can call everything forgiven, right?" This Valentines day has been torturous. It's really not that much to ask in return for information. You're sure he probably has an ulterior motive.

"Um, I can try. They don't really listen to me, and Grim's not a cat!" You scowl, wary. "If you're so sure about that. You better try real hard! Shishishi, if I tell you, maybe he'll start treating me better." He giggles the last part to himself. 

"Right! You've met him before. Pay attention to his face, he's exceptionally handsome and has green eyes." Ruggie tells you, you nod frantically along. 

You only knew about two people with green eyes at NRC that you had talked to. That would be Cater and some random first year who had matching green hair. You really doubted it was Cater and you hadn't talked to that other guy enough to warrant gifts and love letters. 

He also seemed to dislike you, for whatever reason. 

"I gotta go before that Rook finds me. Cya, shishishi!" He picks a handful of dandelions and runs off before you can even get a word in. "T-Thank you?!" You shout after him. "You and him owe me one now!" Ruggie cheerfully waves with his free hand. Then, he's just gone. 

In the distance, you see a red and blue blur approaching. 

"[Name]...stop…running off everywhere!" Ace yells as he sharply inhales, "I don't understand this crazy track-head." 

"Track-head, really? Track is a great sport to build endurance!" Deuce is a little out of breath but otherwise seems to be in better shape than Ace. "[Name]! You were so fast! Are you sure you don't want to join Track?" He turns to you excitedly. 

"Henchman! My legs are all wobbly, I'm so tired dazo!" Grim promptly falls on your feet. You pick him up with a sigh, "I can't, I'm already in the taking-care-of-Grim club."

"Are you sure that isn't a full-time job?" Ace snorts. "Nope, that's why I'm handing him off to you guys after school. Grim-sitting is on you guys in the afternoon." You smile. 

"Why can't I come with, henchman dazo?" Grim whines. "Because I'll be studying and doing boring things. It'll be more fun with ADeuce." You gently convince him. "ADeuce? You better not make that a thing." Ace huffs. "Ever since Cater called us that…I don't want to be associated with him." Deuce shudders. 

"You think I want to be associated with you? Please, you're not very good at making jokes."

"These two…" You and Grim share a look. "Class is probably starting soon, we should get going." You hope to distract them from chasing down that beastman.

 "Yeah, we'll avenge that lost deluxe menchi katsu sandwich dazo!" Grim exclaims. "Maybe you should focus on class more." A lying hypocrite you were. It was a miracle the two of you got the marks you did. Under your collaborative effort as a singular student, you both pass with decent grades. 

"Considering you two barely keep up, it's crazy you two haven't failed yet." Ace snickers. "Don't worry! If we work hard enough, we'll become honor students!" Deuce smiles, a look of determination on his face. You can't deny him. 

"I'll become the greatest magician dazo!" 

"Oh yeah, by the way, I got a hint bout my uh…admirer." You tell them as you all walk back. "Was it that — what did Cater call him again? — guy then?" Deuce curiously asks. "No, I don't think so. Ruggie told me he's attractive with green eyes and that we've met before." You explain.

"Wow, that narrows it down by a lot."

"Shut it, Ace. It's not my fault almost all of the students here are attractive."

"Green eyes…You don't think it's Cater, is it?!" Deuce gasps. "No way! Since that Ruggie guy seemed familiar with him, I assumed the…admirer…would be a Savanaclaw member." You suggest. "What, so you wanna go around Savanaclaw, looking into people's eyes?" Ace questions, clearly doubtful. 

You hadn't planned this far. "Uh…maybe?" You shrug. "And if it's some random Savanaclaw member, what'll you do about it, huh?" You hate to admit that Ace is making valid points.

"There's someone else who we could ask about this." You snap, a light bulb going off in your head, "Do you guys know a guy named Rook?"

Deuce's eyes widen in realization.

"Ah, I think I heard Trey talk about someone named that before!"

Your next lead would be the mystery stalker, Rook.

Ao3: HERE

If you see it posted anywhere or by anyone else, it's not me.

#twisted wonderland #leona kingsholar x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar #ace trappola #deuce spade #ruggie bucchi #gender neutral reader #love letters #valentines day #valentines #fluff #not beta read #i'm not getting better at tagging

[ridiasfangirlings]

Misaki got cursed to turn into a dog who can't talk like a human. The only way to break it is for someone to recognize him as a human and specifically realize his real identity. If the spell isn't broken after 24 hours, he turns into a real dog. He tries going to Homra cause his clan would know it's him, right? Anna wasn't there, unfortunately so no one else did. He knew Anna would know so he searches for her and instead crosses paths with Fushimi...

At least Fushimi doesn’t have to kiss him, I guess XD Imagine Yata gets transformed into a little red chihuahua by some Strain (The Little Mermaid Strain, who transforms you and takes your voice and the curse can only be broken by someone realizing who you are). Yata’s freaking out that he’s been turned into a dog, imagine him running around yapping and people keep yelling at him to go away. He decides okay, be cool, it’s fine, he’ll just go to Bar Homra and Anna can tell everyone who he is. He manages to get to the Bar without getting run over by a car and imagine him just prancing in, Kusanagi looks up as the bell above the door rings. 

Yata’s already looking around for Anna when he suddenly gets picked up by the scruff of the neck and finds himself face to face with Mikoto. Yata’s tail immediately starts wagging so fast it’s just a blur, as he’s like ‘Mikoto-san will definitely know me, even like this!’. Yata’s heart is immediately broken as Mikoto asks whose mutt this is. Totsuka chides Mikoto lightly to put the dog down, King you don’t hold adult dogs that way. Kusanagi thinks the dog must have come in off the street and Totsuka says it’s too bad Anna isn’t here right now, she would have liked to see the dog. Kusanagi says to take the dog outside as Yata’s just heartbroken, internally crying because he’s gonna be a dog forever.

He’s dragging himself along the road outside of the bar trying to figure out what to do when he bumps into something. Yata looks up as he hears a tongue click and there’s Fushimi looking down at him all ugh, a stupid stray mutt. Yata growls at him all you stupid traitor get out of my way, Fushimi makes a shooing motion with his hand as he tells Yata to beat it. Yata huffs all I don’t take orders from a traitor but then it dawns on him that Saruhiko should recognize him right. He starts barking and like grabs onto Fushimi’s coat, pulling on it. The rest of the S4 alphabet squad are watching this like aw he likes you Fushimi-san, Fushimi pulls a knife as he’s like go away stupid dog. Yata’s determined though, imagine Fushimi even throws a knife and Yata catches it perfectly in his mouth. 

The squad are kinda impressed, like maybe this dog is meant for Fushimi. Fushimi snaps at them to get back to work as he tries to take the knife back but Yata’s all smug like ha you can’t catch me, you don’t get this back until you recognize me. The S4 boys go back to their work as Fushimi goes after the dog on his own. Fushimi grumbles that he doesn’t have time for this and maybe he’s about to just let the stupid dog have the knife when suddenly the Strain he was hunting appears. Fushimi grins and ignores Yata as he goes after the Strain, Yata’s like wait Saruhiko this guy looks dangerous you shouldn’t do this alone. He’s looking around for Fushimi’s subordinates but no one’s nearby, Yata decides okay just this once. The Strain has like the ability to make duplicates of himself and so Fushimi’s being outnumbered, that’s when Yata uses his nose to sniff out the real Strain and bites them on the ankle. Fushimi hears the Strain yell and pins the Strain down with his knives, causing all the duplicates to disappear. 

Fushimi gives this heavy sigh and sits down, tired out and annoyed. Yata walks over and drops the knife at his feet, Fushimi glares at him like I’m not going to thank you. Yata looks at him, unaware that his tail is wagging hopefully. Fushimi sighs and puts a hand down for Yata to sniff but instead imagine Yata raises a paw and kinda bumps it against Fushimi’s knuckles instead. Fushimi looks at him curiously and then murmurs ‘Misaki…?’. There’s a flash of light and now Yata’s just sitting there in front of Fushimi, both of them looking kinda bewildered. Yata realizes he’s back to normal and cheers, behind him he hears this ‘heh’ and Fushimi grins as he’s like you really are a stupid chihuahua huh Misaki. Yata’s like what did you say and Fushimi says he doesn’t know what happened but if he’d known he was helping Yata he wouldn’t have done it. Yata’s like yeah well I wouldn’t have asked for your help either. He pauses, about to go and suddenly all awkward, and then Yata mumbles ‘but still…thanks, Saruhiko.’ 

#sarumi #Talking K #it's the like little mermaid but with dogs #imagine tiny Yata yapping at everyone #mentally he has a whole angry monologue going #he thinks he must be some big scary dog #but he's the smallest yappiest dog #Fushimi could dropkick him if he wanted to

[britt-kageryuu]

Mikey is streaming! He's not using a model, because he's editing it to change up some of the smaller details, like the stickers on his plastron, and a couple of his markings that are stretched weirdly from reshaping the model. River can be heard, but her model isn't on screen.

Mikey: Well at least my spots are only stretched and not leaving a weird gap in the model. That happened to Blues model, his shell didn't want to line up on his back. Made it look like his butt was sticking out more than usual.

River: SunsetFans wants to know if you're willing to show some pictures from when you were a baby since it wouldn't give anything away.

Mikey: You would think that, but hey I can show you this!

On the screen is a couple of pictures of the brothers as turtle tots, but it's edited, filtered and drawn over to look fake. Raph is just staring at the camera with a wide smile with a couple sharp teeth showing his tail is a blur, Donnie and Leo are wrestling with Donnie having his mouth wide open ready to bite Leo, and Mikey is cuddling a teddy bear as nig as him with his eyes closed and a big smile his little tail is wagging fast, but still visible.

Chat is full of cuteness overload. Though some are over analyzing the pictures to find out what were the original images. The chat box actually freezes up for a few seconds because of the mass of messages going through.

River: Did Dee say you could show these to the stream? Or at all?

Mikey: Yes, he did. Besides I redrew everything even the background, so the original pictures don't exist in these drawings.

Mikey takes the pictures off the screen, and rearranges his model to reflect how proud he is on this situation.

Mikey: Now let's figure what changes I should make to my model, let's work shop some new stickers and effects!! Oh me gosh! I just found a new effect for when I make my stickers and spots glow!!

He spends the next hour messing with sticker designs and light effects, before switching to messing with refitting his models outfits to fit the size changes. All while talking to chat, but avoiding obvious leading questions.

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Masterpost

I sometimes feel I should add fake screen names that Shelldon/River call out, but I don't want to accidentally use someones actual account name. Also should I tag these as fanfiction, because I haven't before.

#VTurtles! #vtuber au #rottmnt au #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt mikey #rise michelangelo #rise mikey #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #tmnt rise #rise tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt fanfiction

[autisticlancemcclain]

Keith had never believed people when they told him that dogs were not intelligent creatures. Growing up, he’d heard the same thing over and over again — dogs don’t have very big brain capacity, they could understand commands to a degree but not follow a conversation, et cetera, et cetera. Keith, stubborn as he was and is, remained steadfast in his belief that they were all wrong. Then he was 20, in space, part of Voltron, he found that he was right. Dogs are smart.

His dog, especially, is very intelligent.

Now, some people might assume that he has come to this conclusion because his dog is excellent at following commands. Or maybe because Kosmo was one of his only sources of company, on that space whale, so perhaps Keith believed they could converse. A more logical person might assume that Keith has observed Kosmo to be intelligent because, perhaps, he is an alien, and therefore not technically a dog.

They would all be incorrect. Keith knows his dog is intelligent because his dog is the most spiteful little shit he’s ever met.

Don’t get him wrong — Kosmo is the goodest boy in the universe. Keith now fully understands all those John Wick movies — if someone hurt Kosmo, Keith would go feral. He would go batshit insane. He’d kill some people. He loves his dog.

His dog is still a motherfucker.

Not once, in the two years they were on that space whale, did Kosmo follow even one of his commands. ‘Sit?’ No. ‘Stop jumping on people?’ Don’t kid yourself. ‘Please stop screaming at the moon in the dead of night when I’m trying to sleep?’ Forget it. ‘Fetch?’ In your fucking dreams. At first, Keith was like, okay. Whatever, you know? Maybe alien dogs don’t do commands. Maybe Kosmo doesn’t speak English. Krolia tried a few commands in Galran, to no effect. Eventually, he and Krolia gave up. It was fine. Kosmo was a pretty well behaved dog when he wanted to be, which was occasionally. He just didn’t follow commands — he can’t! He’s incapable.

And then Kosmo met Lance, and Keith knew his dog was a dirty liar.

———

“—as soon as they get back, we need to —”

Lance’s loud gasp cuts off what Keith is trying to say, so Keith turns towards him, a reprimand prepared on his tongue, only for words to fail him. Lance is staring at the space behind Keith, dark brown eyes wide and elated, beam so bright Keith feels the force of it settle heavily in his bone marrow.

“Is that a puppy?!”

Upon hearing the call, Kosmo perks right up, tail wagging so fast it blurs, and bounds right over to Lance.

All 200 pounds of him, full speed, straight towards Lance, who is scrawny as a string bean and maybe 120 pounds soaking wet.

Keith foresees some injuries.

“Wait, Kosmo, no jumping —”

Kosmo, of course, does not heed Keith’s command, and is far too fast for Krolia to grab hold of him. He continues to barrel towards the Cuban, and Keith feels time slow as Kosmo zooms forward. He squeezes his eyes shut, knowing poor Lance is going to go flying, and dammit he was going to be so mad at Keith —

“Down, boy.”

Keith blinks his eyes open only to see, right clearly in front of him, his traitor of a dog sitting, patiently, in front of Lance. Tail wagging and tongue lolling out in a big doggy grin.

Keith’s jaw drops. He hears Krolia mutter incredulously behind him.

“Oh, who’s a good, strong, well-behaved boy, huh?” Lance coos, dropping to his knees in front of Kosmo in order to adequately shower him in affection. “You are the sweetest, most wonderfullest dog in the universe, aren’t you?”

Kosmo howls.

“Aren’t you?”

Kosmo howls louder, batting his head forwards — gently! So fucking gently! Keith had never seen that little brat be gentle even once in his life! Once, Kosmo had tackled Keith right into a pile of rocks! He’d gotten a concussion! — in glee. Lance laughs, bright and loud, and Keith flushes in spite of his frustration.

“What’s your name, boy, huh?”

“Kosmo,” Keith answers weakly, because the dog can’t damn well do it himself (unless he has some other abilities he’s been hiding, the fucker).

“Kosmo, please know I love you more than anything ever,” Lance says, ignoring Hunk’s offended ‘hey!’ in the background.

Lance pays him no mind and continues to lavish Kosmo with love, and Kosmo eats it all up as if he’s been starved. As if Keith has not provided him with hourly smooches and cuddles since he was a literal baby.

Traitor.

After several minutes of Keith staring in incredulous (and, okay, perhaps affectionate) silence, Krolia clears her throat.

“Urgent business, Keith,” she reminds him.

“Oh, uh, right —”

Keith goes on to explain the crisis with Lotor, emphasizing the danger they’re all in, but he’s — distracted. Suddenly he wishes he hadn’t cut Lance off earlier, wishes he had given him the hug he asked for. Keith swallows, throat dry.

He’ll make it up to him.

———

He doesn’t really get to apologise to Lance, not in the way that he’d like. They’re just so busy, so chaotic, in between dealing with Lotor and losing the Castle and getting the real Shiro back — it’s just been a mess. Not that it’s an excuse, but it’s at least a reason.

Finally, though, a few weeks after the Lotor Incident, everyone is nicely settled on a planet, ready to camp for the night.

Keith, now starting to get comfortable again in his role as leader (with a lot of help from Lance, which shouldn’t make his heart pound and face light up with a pleased flush but does anyway because he’s a whipped loser, unfortunately), assigns everyone with a task, then sets about scouring the area to make sure they’ll be safe to sleep for the night.

When he comes back, area secured, he’s surprised to find himself alone at the campsite. The others must be taking their time, maybe doing chores together and chatting. That’s fine. They’ve got nowhere to be.

“Here, boy, you wanna try something new?”

Apparently not Lance, though. Keith jogs over to where he heard Lance’s voice, only to find him crouching in front of Kosmo, holding a decently sized stick from the pile of firewood he’s gathered behind him. Keith snorts. Lance may have more luck getting Kosmo to listen than the rest of them, but fetch is a lost cause.

“Don’t waste your breath, Lance,” Keith calls, startling the Cuban a little. “Kosmo doesn’t do fetch.”

Lance rolls his eyes, corners of his lips quirking up. “Animals tend to listen to me. I think I can do it.”

“I dunno. Kosmo is the stubbornest bitch I’ve ever met, next to you,” Keith teases.

Lance scoffs, but he’s grinning. “Oh, okay, Mr. I-Tried-To-Fight-Zarkon-With-My-Fists.”

Keith laughs. He’s missed this — their banter, the teasing, the poorly-covered affection. He’s missed Lance.

“Yeah, yeah, Cargo Pilot. Go ahead. Try it.”

Lance’s grin turns sharp, and Keith swallows. Somehow, someway, in his time away, he’d forgot how sexy Lance is when he’s being cocky.

“Watch and learn, Dropout.”

Without another beat he’s turning back towards Kosmo, who looks smugly (damn dog) at Keith before turning wide, falsely-innocent eyes towards his new best friend.

“Are you ready, sweet boy?” Lance coos, and Kosmo barks excitedly, hopping around.

“Okay, buddy! See this stuck here?”

He holds the stick out towards Kosmo, who sniffs it. Lance praises him heavily, reaching into his pocket and tossing him a treat.

“Yes, that’s right! Good boy!”

Kosmo yips, and Lance smiles, patting his head. “Now, here’s the next part — when I move the stick, you’re gonna follow it, okay?”

Lance slowly and gently moves the stick as far as he can to his left, keeping a hold on it, and Kosmo follows it dutifully.

Keith feels that earlier incredulousness bubbling back up. No fucking way.

“Excellent, Kosmo! Good job!” Lance gives him another treat, making Kosmo’s tail wag faster.

“Okay, buddy, last step: I’m gonna throw the stick, and then you’re gonna go bring it back for me, okay? And then you can have another treat. You ready?”

Kosmo honest-to-God nods, and Lance draws the stick back, before launching forward with a good amount of strength.

“Go fetch, Kosmo!”

Kosmo bounds after the stick immediately, howling loudly as he does. Keith’s jaw drops.

“No way!”

Lance smirks at him. “Yes way. Told ya.”

“Fuck off, it doesn’t count unless he bring it back, and he won’t.”

He fucking better not, the little asshole. Keith tried to teach him fetch for three goddamn months.

No sooner do the words leave his mouth does Kosmo come tearing across the field, stick clamped firmly in his jaws. He skids to a stop in front of Lance, dropping the stick at his feet, then sits, tongue lolling out expectantly.

“Oh, Kosmo, you’re so smart! Good, good boy!”

Lance gives him his treat, which Kosmo devours, and then the damn dog turns toward Keith, huffs, and prances off with his snout in the air. As if he’s the one who’s been offended.

Lance cackles. Keith sputters.

“Why — he just — that little turd!”

Keith’s indignance makes Lance laugh harder, hunching over and clutching his waist.

“Y — your face —”

Keith can’t bring himself to be truly mad, not in the direct presence of Lance’s musical laughter.

Doesn’t stop him from putting Lance in a headlock and fucking up his hair, though. Keith may be in love with him, but he has some dignity left, and he’s not gonna stand there, moony-eyes, as someone laughs at him. (Is he going to high dreamily about it later? …Possibly.)

———

Later, in his tent, Kosmo sprawled on top of him, Keith sighs, dragging a hand down his face. He keeps his other hand where is is, scratching Kosmo under the chin.

“Is this because I told you stories about mostly Lance on the space whale?” he whispers. “Is that why you listen to him?”

Kosmo turns his big round eyes towards Keith, blinking slowly. Obviously, he doesn’t answer.

“I think it is. I think I said the name Lance too often when you were a puppy, and it hardwired into your brain, or something.”

Kosmo leans over a licks a long, wet stripe up Keith’s face, making him laugh and shove him away. “Gross, you goober. Now I got slobber all over my face. Ugh.”

He still leans forward and plants a big kiss on his dumb dog’s forehead, even if that dog is a slobbery traitor who does not deserve Keith’s kisses. (Who is he kidding. Kosmo could body slam Keith off a cliff and he’d still give him as many kisses as he wants. Keith loves his dog.)

“Turncoat,” he mutters into think fur. “You’re supposed to be my best friend, but with all the simping you’re doing for Lance he’s gonna like you better than me, and then I don’t get a chance.”

He huffs a laugh, rolling his eyes at himself. “God, I need to go to sleep.”

He presses another kiss to Kosmo’s head before collapsing backwards, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes.

He dreams of him and Lance and Kosmo, in a house of their own, overlooking the ocean.

Maybe someday.

———

based off this post

#this is so fluffy but i love dog dad keith #and also i love kosmo #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #kosmo #vld kosmo #keith and kosmo #lance #lance mcclain #klance #pining keith #lance is good with animals #whipped keith #post season 6 #black paladin keith #red paladin lance #pre relationship #my writing #fic #longpost

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 74. brb x oc

a/n: me @ me: stop creating more characters for this fic, you dumbass.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, IM SORRY IM JUST HAPPY OK

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“And we’re home!” Rooster’s usually deep voice came out higher as he opened the passenger door to pick up Nikki, “Home,we’re home! Isn’t that fun?” Nicole wriggles her legs when he picks her up, kissing her cheek and closing the door with his hip.

The dogs were already alert by their presence, Eleanor’s deep bark being the loudest of the three followed by Jolene’s claws scratching on the door so they’d come in quickly, “We are all going out tonight, honey, isn’t that fun?” Rooster unlocks the garage door and the dogs go wild. Eleanor and Jack have the zoomies while Jolene sits patiently next to Rooster with her tail wagging on the tiled floor, “Hey,Jojo. Is Bea home?”

The pittie licks his hand after he pets her, then trots away to the hallway where she lies down, “Ah,not yet huh? That’s fine.” he places the baby bag on the kitchen counter, moving Nicole to his opposite arm, “She’ll be home soon.”

“Aa!” 

“Yes,Birdie,mommy will be home soon.”

Nicole smacks her lips a few times, giggling when she sees Eleanor and Jack still zooming around the house, just a blur of white and brown running from one side to the other - Eleanor sometimes slamming onto something along the way as she usually did. Rooster smiled down at his daughter, fixing some of the strands that covered her forehead, “You know, maybe it’s better if we give you a bath, huh? Get all cleaned up when mommy gets here?”

She ‘aa’ed again, pressing her open mouth on his chin to ‘kiss’ him again, which makes him laugh softly, “Okay,silly girl, you wanna wait for mommy?” another kiss on his cheek followed by Nicole looking towards the front door, “Okay, let’s stay in the living room then.”

Today was…pretty nice, he had to admit.

It’s been some time since he spent time with Mav and now he had Nicole to add to the mix! There was nothing better than spending time with family…and Mav was his family. As he sits down on the couch, he leans back against it to keep his eyes on Nicole as she babbles happily, tapping her tiny hands on the seat and staring at it after the dull thud reached her ears.

So she did it again, slapping her palms against the top of the couch and gurgling a laugh because she was making noise. Bradley just smiled, tilting his head to have a better look as she had her fun…she was so big already. She was still four months old but he remembered how Claudia said that Nicole was ‘stretched up’ already for her age, she said that some of the boys were the same and he also recalled his own baby pictures.

“You are going to be kinda tall,huh?” he smiles, watching the pigtails bounce as she continues her rhythm creation, “...just don’t grow up too fast, okay?”

He was excited to see what his daughter was going to look like when older, that was something every parent goes through…but he didn’t want to miss her younger years either. There was always something he wanted her to experience, he wanted her to enjoy her young life the best she could and maybe that was why they were going out tonight.

While feeding Nicole back at Mav’s he was hit with a thought that this was special…and unique, this was an experience that was going to mold Nicole when she’s older. She’d grow with a fuckton of uncles and aunts, cousins, she’d have people to run to when she needs…maybe it was his own trauma speaking, because while he had a wonderful childhood - within his mother’s grasp that is - he missed having more moments with people around them.

His mother’s siblings were…alright, he wasn’t close to them. From what he remembers, his mother rarely spoke about them either and the few times they showed up was for a brief time and never again. They did show up to her funeral but after that they disappeared like dust in the wind. 

Maybe he should’ve reached out then, maybe he should’ve vocalized his feelings more…but he was too angry to.

He tried finding their addresses to invite them for the wedding, but there was no such luck. Hell he couldn’t even find them online. It wasn’t bad, the people he cared about were at the wedding but it was strange not having part of his family there, especially on his mother’s side. His dad was an only child and his paternal grandparents passed away already…he wondered if there was any way to contact them?

Maybe there was one, maybe he should look deeper. Maybe they were just hidden in plain sight…he better talk to Bea about it, because while she knew how much he’d want to, he didn't want to take an emotional jump in trying to talk to them.

Or maybe it was better to likely let them go. They weren’t there for him when he needed, “...I just don't want to get upset about it.” he answers his own upset thoughts, “Not now, not when I have everything I never thought I’d have.” he turns to face Nicole, who was now running her palms back and forth on the couch’s fabric, watching how the tiny furs turned lighter every time she ran her hands over them “You know, your mother is a great listener.”

Nicole looks up at him, still running her hands on the couch, “She doesn’t have to be, but she is. And I appreciate it, but I don’t want to weigh her too much you know?” Nicole just blinked at him, “...or you because you are a four months old baby and certain feelings may cause stress when you are older- right. I better not talk about this then.”

Not to Nicole at least.

“Hey Nikki, look,” changing the subject was a great idea. He holds up his index finger, his daughter’s eyes immediately following it as he moves down until the tip touches the fabric. And he made a circle, the movement causing the furs to move and create a lighter shape on the couch.

Nicole gasped, slapping her hand on top of it and sliding down, blinking when there was only one broad line of pressed down furs instead of her father’s drawing on top, “Aah!” a few more slaps but the circle is gone, her little brows furrowed and she looked up at Rooster.

He grabs her much smaller hand, it almost disappears under his own, and holds her index finger up. He’s more delicate when touching the fabric because Nicole’s skin wasn’t like his, but he added enough pressure to draw something on the couch.

Now, he wasn’t Beatrice. He was shit at art, always was, but he could draw simple shapes and maybe a smiley face if he was lucky. And he could draw hearts, which was what he did just now, “This is a heart Nikki.” his daughter just kept looking at the new shape, amazement all over her face “See?” and he rubs her finger over the line as well, “A heart.”

He didn’t know why but this was weirdly entertaining, it was a lot better than to think about the relatives he hadn’t seen in years and yet wondered how they were. As he let Nicole’s hand go, he was happy to see that she tried to mimic his own movements, albeit not exactly but very close.

“Very good,Birdie.” he coos, making Nicole smile and drop the other hand to mirror its twin the best way it could, “Hmhm, very nice. You are a natural.” more tapping on the fabric, more quick movements of her hand that just added more lines to the drawing.

Rooster, however, looked up when he heard the garage door opening. Jolene immediately rose to her paws and ‘boofed’,tail wagging with her pups right behind her. “Look,Nikki. Mama is home!” and Nicole immediately stopped drawing, turning her head to the door Beatrice walked through every time she got home from work with her little fists shaking with excitement.

He hears the lock turn and Beatrice’s face peeks from behind the door, “Hi guys! Hi! Oh, God,Ellie!” she tries to push Eleanor back a bit so she could walk inside, laughing while avoiding a mean fall because she tripped on the dogs. She leans down to greet them, kissing their snouts and heads. Rooster just smiles, hearing her baby talking and footsteps approaching the living room, Nicole letting out little noises of excitement, “I think I hear someone!”

“She’s very excited to see you!”

The faucet opens as Bea washes her hands, “Only her?”

“I mean…when aren’t I excited to see you?” he quips back, smirking when he was met with silence. He was sure her face was bright red, “We are just chilling on the couch.”

“I’m on my way.” the faucet shuts off, followed by the dogs nails clicking on the floorboards and walking out of the kitchen past the couch, the twins about to have the zoomies again as soon as Beatrice stepped in.

Nicole squealed happily, bouncing a bit on the couch and in her excitement, she lost her balance and almost toppled forward onto the futon only for Rooster to quickly hold her up, “Nikki! God, are you okay,Birdie?” but his daughter just giggled, lifting her head to keep her mother within her vision, “Dumb question,huh? Course you are.”

“Hi sweetie!” Beatrice’s high pitched tone greeted their ears, the brunette made grabby hands towards Nicole then picked her up from Rooster’s hands, the little girl was still giggling and gurgling happily, her arms hugging her mother’s neck the best she could “Oh my God, hi sweetie!” Nicole squeals again when Beatrice kisses her cheek, burying her nose in her daughter’s hair, “God,I love the way baby shampoo smells.”

“I know right?” Rooster spreads his legs a bit, to get comfortable, “It’s great.”

Nicole babbles a bit more, holding onto the necklace that Rooster gave Beatrice, lifting the pendant close to her eyes just to see it shine a bit more under the light, “Everything okay?” Bea asked and Rooster has to hold back the amused chuckle, because of course she’d know if something was off with him from the second she walked in. He leans further into the couch, then pats his thighs so Beatrice could sit down.

She does, all the while still keeping Nicole in her grasp, the baby kept on babbling but dropped the necklace to hold onto her father’s shirt instead, “Just thinking about some things.”

“Such as?”

Rooster purses his lips, rubbing his knuckle on the edge of Nicole’s chubby cheeks, “...my aunt. My uncle.” he mutters, “My mother’s siblings.”

“What about them?”

“...I don’t know, I had a moment a few minutes back…thinking about all the things they ended up no doing for me.” he mutters, “I guess I’m a bit conflicted, because I’d want Nikki to have a connection with my mom’s family, she already has one with my dad because of Mav…so,I don’t know.”

Beatrice hums, gently shaking Nicole’s hand as her daughter latches her fingers around her own, “It’s not wrong to want that.” she smiles, “Because I’m sure your mother would be happy to see it too…but–”

‘I couldn’t even find them for our wedding.”

“Well,yeah…”

He sighs, frowning a bit, “I don’t know why I’m thinking about this now. I have my family in the Navy, those jerks are my family even if I shook them off,you know?”

“I know,honey.” Bea’s smile softens, “We can look for them, if you want?”

Bradley rolls his lips into his mouth, huffing quietly through his nose as he sinks into the couch bringing Beatrice and Nicole with him, “I dunno.” he mutters, “It’s…complicated I guess. They could’ve found me if they wanted too.”

“Well,yes.”

“...I don’t know,I really need to think about it. I really need to think about it.”

Beatrice furrows her brows, then rubs her thumb between his, “Are you going to be okay?” he nods, feeling the repetitive touch against his forehead, “I know you, Roos.”

“I’ll be fine,gorgeous…I promise…now, let’s get ready for dinner yeah?”

-

Nicole had never seen so many colors in her life, she was just four months old after all. That’s why when they went to the taco truck she just stared up at the bright colors, head tilted and all as she looked at them swinging above her head. Beatrice smiled, leaning against her palm with her eyes focused on Nicole as she pointed upwards to where the lights were, “Yes,Nikki, those are lights, aren’t they pretty?” and they were pumpkin shaped, she had to get some of those for Halloween.

Nicole just waves the chicken, the anguished cries echoing through the night as she shakes it in her grasp, excited to her new surroundings. Beatrice looks up to check on Rooster, seeing he was leaning against the truck with his hip cocked to the side…which made his ass appear even better than normal. She didn’t want to stare, after all this was a public place, but she did sneak a peek.

One that her husband caught by looking over his shoulder at her, his eyebrow arching with amusement as he mouthed a ‘excuse me?’ towards her. Beatrice blushed but shrugged, throwing her hands up in the air as if to say she had no idea what was happening, only for Rooster to playfully roll his eyes and look back to the cook inside.

And soon enough he returned with their food, steaming hot and smelling delicious.

‘Alright.” he places the tacos down, “I got the usual for us and we also got extra salsa because of it.”

“We never deny free salsa, do we?”

“Nope, never.’

Beatrice laughed as she popped her soda open, looking down at Nicole who was staring at the new object with wide eyes, “This is a lot of information for her…I hope it’s not too much.”

“I don’t think so.” he says while pouring the soda inside the plastic cup, “She seems to be having a lot of fun.”

Nicole furrowed her brows because what was that thing they were drinking and could she have some? “No,Nikki, this is for mommy and daddy only.” Bea says when her daughter just reaches for the colorful can, whining a bit but settling down when her mother started caressing her hand.

“So, how was the training today? Any good?”

Beatrice smiled while chewing her taco, “Oh it was great Roos. Jessie is so good! She said she worked as a waitress on a restaurant a few years ago, when she was in high school. She’s really good. Oh, and…” she looks around surreptitiously, “I kinda prodded her about the guy.”

“The guy?”

“The guy.”

Who was worse: a group of middle aged women gossiping about their enemies…or Beatrice and Rooster, who were almost too excited when talking about Jessie and her bar crush, “Yes, “ Beatrice leans closer even if the music playing made it obvious no one would hear them, “So I asked her a little bit, about what he looked like and such, so he’s about Fanboy’s height.” her husband hums, very interested, “About…I don’t know, maybe twenty five, she said and he has short curly hair, tanned complexion.”

Rooster blinked, wracking his brain in hopes to figure out who it was, “...tanned complexion…”

“She said it was like a surfer tan.”

“Oh.Oh, oh I know him. Jared, yeah he’s one of the new recruits.”

“Did you talk to him?”

“Just in passing.” he shrugs, “Nothing serious, just a ‘good morning’ and nothing more…he also calls me sir which is really weird to hear.”

“Well you are a Lieutenant.”

“I mean,yeah.” he shrugs, “But still, there’s just…I don’t know, I never got used to it before, still not used to it now.” Beatrice furrows her brows at him, a bit confused “You know what I mean.”

“Roos, well,I mean, you told me you were an instructor and you are…of higher rank. Why would you feel weird about it? I mean, what if you get promoted? Do you want them to just go ‘hey bro it’s a nice morning at the base,huh’?” Bradley almost chokes on his drink at Beatrice’s attempt of a male voice, it sounded like she had a sore throat and was relying on medicine to get it clean. He snorts against his hand, trying his best to keep his laughter down. 

Beatrice has to do the same, biting her lips to hold her laughter back and distracting herself with Nicole. After almost choking on air and on his spit at least twice, Rooster coughs up laughing quietly, “You- holy shit- that was funny.”

“It wasn’t that funny,was it?”

“Baby you have no idea how hilarious you can be.” and again her cheeks turned red, her lips curling onto a smile, “Also,the honorific thing…it’s okay,I guess it’s just,well…Jared is like twenty one I think…Bea he was born in,what, the 00’s? Or something? Baby I was in high school when he was born.”

Beatrice chuckled as she dabs a napkin over her lips, wiping some of the sauce, “So you are just…hating it because it makes you feel…old?” he frowns, “...you know you look nothing like your age, right.”

“Hrm.”

“And even if you did, you’d still be so handsome.” Rooster smirked, bringing the soda can to his lips with his eyes still on Beatrice, he could live with that. “Besides, you look better than guys half your age, so…”

“Ah, smooth talking like that.” he tuts, “What’s a guy to think?”

Beatrice smiles at him, then reaches to touch his hand on the table, picking it up to run her thumb on the inside of his fingers, “I mean it,though.” she whispers, still touching his palm, “You are incredibly handsome and you still make my knees weak when you smile at me.” he laughs almost bashfully, licking his lips. Bea brings his hand to her lips, kissing his knuckles before setting his hand back down, “I need to go to the bathroom, Roos. I’ll be right back.”

“Hey, leaving be high and dry here?” he complains, pouting his lips a bit, “You can’t do that.”

Beatrice smiles, walking around the table towards him where she cups his face in her hands and brings their lips together in a gentle - yet amazingly sensual - kiss, “I won’t be long.” she whispers against his lips, letting go of his face with a giggle, looking down at Nicole before she turns on her heel and leaves the table.

Rooster follows the sway of her hips with a smile, tilting his head just enough to see the shape of her ass move inside those tight black jeans she favored so much. Nicole’s gentle noises snapped him out of his reverie, his eyes immediately moving to his daughter who was already staring at him, “How’s the night going,Nikki? Hm? Is it fun?”

“Bahbaah,  buuhh!” and a surprise raspberry that neither of them expected considering the way Nicole jumped after she did that.

“Yeah,I’m having fun too, cutie.”

“Aa!”

“Yes,I know, mommy will come back soon.”

“Sir?”

He stops chewing, hoping he’s imagining things and he hasn’t heard the voice of one of the new recruits behind him. He inhales, choosing to believe it was all in his mind, “Sir, is that you? It is him,guys.”

Guys? Oh no.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader

[waywardsculs]

y'all see this cute, fluffy abdomen of his?

like his third set of arms, angel can retract his abdomen - and normally he does keep it hidden, mostly because it gives away his true feelings too easily.

when he's extremely happy, it usually ends up wagging almost like a tail. if he's lost in the moment during sex, however, it'll start wagging so fast it's little more than a blur, basically vibrating with how much he's enjoying it.

deeper within the fuzz, however, can be rather touch sensitive, but he's kept that a secret as he almost never lets anyone touch it.

i also know there are a few other angel writes that have this hc for him as well, and i do agree with the idea that angel is intersex . while he primarily identifies as male he does have both sets of reproductive organs - but the female set has ( luckily ) remained untouched and rather well hidden.

#┊ANGEL DUST ═══ ✧ in character #┊additional files ═══ ✧ headcanons

[vivid-mandrake]

[A video. Press play?]

You see a clearing in the forest. It’s dark out, but there is a blazing campfire in the middle of the frame, with a green tent situated behind it. You can hear the rushing of a river somewhere nearby.

Vivi sits cross-legged to the side of the fire, an egg incubator in her lap. Laying next to her, ears trained towards the dark forest, is Prancer the Sawsbuck. Sandwich the Krookodile lounges perhaps a bit too close to the fire, basking in its warmth. Twiggy the Emolga is not in the frame, but an un-acknowledged rustle in the undergrowth shows that he’s nearby.

Vivi gently scratches Prancer’s side, then calls “Story time!” Twiggy glides into frame, landing in front of Vivi and chittering excitedly. Sandwich glances over, but remains where she is.

“There once was a Lillipup who lived in a Pokemon shelter.”

Twiggy looks towards the camera, and Vivi pauses. There is a series of chirps and beeps from (behind?) the camera, which Twiggy seems to understand. He looks back to Vivi, and she continues her story.

“She had lived there ever since she was born. She lived with her mom, her brothers and sisters, and many other Pokemon. But she was different from most of them.”

“Her brothers and sisters were happy to nap and lounge around and then play sometimes. But not this Lillipup. She liked to run. She would run and run and run until her little legs couldn’t hold her up anymore.”

Twiggy dashes around the campfire a few times, only showing up as a blur on the screen. He skids to a stop in front of Vivi, who smiles and continues.

“Her siblings couldn’t keep up, and neither could her mother or even the humans who helped them. The only one who could keep up was a Blitzle who also lived at the shelter.”

Twiggy looks to Prancer and chitters at him, but Prancer only huffs in response, turning his head away. Twiggy’s ears droop.

“It’s okay Iggy, I don’t think you really need another actor yet.” Twiggy continues pouting, but then takes another couple of laps around the fire to feel better. He seems to consider for a moment, then tries wagging his tail like a Lillipup. Vivi giggles.

“The Lillipup and the Blitzle ran together every day. They were both happy. But then, things started to change. One day, the Lillipup went outside to run and she couldn’t find the Blitzle anywhere. Then, she went back inside and saw him with a trainer. He was getting adopted! The Lillipup knew that he would be happy with his new trainer, but she wondered what she would do now that he was gone.”

“She kept running, but now, she was by herself. It wasn’t as fun, but she kept doing it anyway, because it made her happy. Sometimes she played with her brothers and sisters, but they didn’t usually like the same games that she did, so most of the time she ran. But days went by, and one of her siblings got adopted. Then another, and another. Soon, it was just the Lillipup and her mother, but then, even her mother got adopted, and she was all alone.”

Twiggy walks a few paces away from the group, then sits and droops his tail and ears. He makes a sad little noise, then looks up to Vivi for the rest of the story.

“The Lillipup was sad, even when she ran, so she stopped running. She napped all day, and wondered if she would be adopted too.”

Twiggy lays down, still making excessively droopy expressions.

“But! One day, someone different came in to the shelter. She talked to the other humans, saw the Lillipup, and then went outside. The Lillipup didn’t even notice, not until one of her caretakers took her outside. Then, she saw the lady running, as fast as she could.”

Twiggy gets up and goes over to Sandwich, tugging on her claws and chittering. She begrudgingly stands and walks a lap around the fire.

“The Lillipup let out a joyful yip and dashed along with her.”

The little Emolga makes a triumphant-sounding squeal and dashes around the fire a few more times, then runs laps around Sandwich just for fun.

“The Lillipup had finally found someone who could keep up with her! And this time, she wouldn’t ever leave. The lady took the Lillipup home and they lived happily ever after. The end!”

Twiggy lets out a happy trill and launches himself into Vivi’s arms, almost knocking the incubator over.

“Woah buddy, careful with the baby!” Vivi gently sets the incubator down by Prancer, then scratches Twiggy’s head. “So you liked that story, huh? I thought you would.”

Twiggy trills happily, and Vivi smiles, looking content. She readjusts the incubator and leans against Prancer, Twiggy curling up in her lap. Sandwich settles herself in front of Vivi, though with a notable distance from both Prancer and the egg.

Vivi looks up at the stars, laying her head on Prancer’s back. She sighs, seeming quite content.

She looks up towards the camera. “Hey, Buzz, could you- Wait are you rec-?” The video ends.

#🌿👩🏽 📖❤️ #storytime! #//i wanted to write so uh here have this #//it’s pure fluff and i love that

[geminiamethyst]

Skyline Gang. Chapter 16

Prologue: click HERE

Chapter 15: click HERE

Chapter 17: click HERE

Three challenges have been set. Three challenges have been won. The teenagers have a good enough advantage. If one of them wins another then it’ll be a more guaranteed win. It was quite a bit of pressure when they thought about it long enough.

That’s why when everyone finished dinner, they all decided to turn in early for the night. After tidying up, they said their goodnights and started to regain their energy. The more they had, the better prepared they would feel for the next challenge. Candi shouldn’t be any different. However, she wasn’t curled up and peacefully asleep in bed. She was instead buried inside a pile of pink plushies that came with her room. She would do this at home too whenever she couldn’t sleep well. It always gave her comfort. She had woken up about an hour ago. She wanted to go back to sleep, but even snuggling up in the mountain of pink plush toys wasn’t working. It was starting to stress her out. Why can’t she relax already?!

I just…need to keep everyone smiling. When people smile, they have hope. We’re getting closer to going home. But when?

Candi thought long and hard about this. She’s happy because she wants to make other people happy. Aside from Dawn, everyone else has been relatively happy. Sure they missed home, but they got happy when a challenge was won. Then there would be worry and sadness over the ghosts showing up. Mimi’s reaction was more than enough to show how saddening it is. It took her ages to calm down after that. Sprout and Pip seemed to be okay themselves, but Candi always had a sixth sense when it came to people being sad. And there was also the stress of wanting to go home. There truly was no place like home after all.

Candi’s stomach suddenly grumbled a little. Being awake this early made her feel hungrier than normal. She had the urge to snack on something to satisfy her stomach until she can have a proper breakfast. This suddenly turned a light bulb on in her head.

“Maybe a big breakfast for everyone will make them feel better. Have to make sure that everyone is still smiling.” She pondered, slowly sitting up. The plushies around her cascaded off of her, giving the illusion that she was right in the middle of a crater. “Might not be able to do much right now, but at the very least I can bring everyone’s spirits up.”

Candi suddenly felt rejuvenated. She rushed to her feet and got dressed so quick that it felt like one second. She was about to gab her sweater, but decided not to. The shorter the sleeves, the more clean she’ll be while she’s cooking. Candi nearly burst out of her room but immediately stopped herself. She recalled the rooms being sound proof, but she knew that one person kept their door open. Being as quiet as she could, she opened the door. She looked down the corridors, seeing that the rooms were undisturbed. She beamed wildly as her plan was working perfectly already. Everyone was asleep and they won’t suspect a thing until they wake up. As Candi closed her door, Rainbow suddenly poked his head out of Dude’s room. Since Dude keeps his door open a little for the dog to get in and out as he pleased, he picked up the sound of someone leaving their room. He spotted Candi and barked quietly.

“Rainbow, shhh. Let’s not wake up everyone else yet.” Candi shushed quickly. She peeked in at Dude’s room, her eyes landing on Dude. He shifted in his sleep, but thankfully didn’t wake up. Candi sighed in relief, and focused her attention back on Rainbow. “I’m going to make a nice breakfast for everyone. Would you like to help me out?”

Rainbow was still for a moment. He tilted his head a little. Then his tongue flopped out of his mouth and he bounced a little. His tail wagged so fast that it was a blur of orange and white. He stayed as silent as he could so that Dude wouldn’t wake up. Candi grinned silently before she crept down the stairs and to the door, with Rainbow right behind her. They went to one of the larger kitchens so that Candi would have more than enough room to move and prepare enough food at once. Not to mention so that Rainbow can move out of her way when she asked of it.

Now what to make?

Something that everyone will like and nothing that was too complicated.

Let’s see…

Pancakes! People love pancakes!

Candi may not be the smartest, but she can observe things quite well. She’s noticed that everyone can eat dairy products just fine, and she noticed that they don’t have any allergies to the ingredients she’ll use. This was going to be a nice surprise for everyone. Some pancakes with the option of different berries, bananas and syrup will be just perfect. Maybe some additional stuff like bacon and eggs will be a nice touch too. Nothing too fancy, and nothing too simple. Just something right in the middle of both. This was going to be just lovely!

Candi set to work. She immediately grabbed an apron and was prepared to search the kitchen for the ingredients. If needs be, she’ll go to the other kitchens and supermarket to find additional items. However, Rainbow suddenly growled. Candi shivered a little. She slowly turned around. Her heart stopped as Dawn was standing in the kitchen. She stood tall enough to be slouching a little, just to ensure that her head didn’t bang on the ceiling. She wasn’t glaring, but her emotions were clear enough to anyone.

“Good morning! Would you like anything?” Candi beamed, trying her hardest not to tremble. Just keep smiling.

“I’m trying to dispose of you all. And yet you offer me food?” Dawn asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Doesn’t hurt to offer.” Candi smiled encouragingly. Keep smiling, keep showing kindness.

“You truly are a nuisance.” Dawn grumbled, her long fingers massaging her head.

“No, I’m just trying to make everyone happy.” Candi encouraged brightly.

“Then you’re an idiot if you think that I fall into the category of needing to be happy.” Dawn glared, floating closer to Candi. Candi had to give herself credit in not trembling. She was surprised that she hadn’t run away yet. Rainbow helped make her more brave by standing between her and the tall woman. He growled more as a warning.

“I think that even you can have a little bit of happiness.” Candi tentatively said, still trying to offer an olive branch. She kept as sincere as she could. She didn’t know if her words would have any affect, but it couldn’t hurt to try. “I mean, you must have had it once in your life.”

Dawn suddenly faltered. She stopped glaring for a moment. Her stance was less stiff and defensive. Her skin looked less grey, becoming a slightly pinkish colour. Her hands and nails started to become regular sized. For once her eyes were no longer cold. They were warm, but solemn. They seemed a little misty eyed, as if she was remembering something important. Something that she had once that she held dear. Even the darkness around her seemed to have faded a little. Her height also shrunk a little as her hair became less gravity defying. Candi watched in awe. She wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction. She expected threats and the cold to become more harsh.

However, as Candi was about to say more, Dawn snapped out of her state. She shook off the warmth that she displayed. Her skin became grey once again. Her nails and fingers grew in length, her nails becoming sharper than ever. Her face became hard as her eyes became cold and harsh. She stood tall, still leaning a little to keep her head from hitting the ceiling.

“Don’t speak to me like you know me!” Dawn yelled, her voice echoing around the kitchen. The darkness around her came back, and appeared to be more cruel and cold. Candi flinched back, her smile being wiped clean from her face. She stared up at Dawn for a moment. She really honestly believed that she was doing some good. She believed that she was getting through to her captor and convince her to let them go home. She really hoped that she reached the slither of humanity that Dawn had left in her. The change that Dawn had went through, even if it was for a few seconds, was proof of that. Candi had the small urge to try again, but decided not to. It was best to not tempt fate right now.

“Sorry. If you change your mind about not wanting food, please come and see me.” Candi sighed, trying her best not to cry. Sniffling a little, and with Rainbow parking himself right beside her, Candi went back to doing food preparations. Dawn lingered, but she tried to ignore her. She felt exposed being watched like this. She’ll have to keep ignoring it and focus on her original task. However, despite the excitement that she had earlier, it was all gone, dried up. Emotions can be confusing sometimes, so can people.

Why can’t everyone just be happy?

#skyline gang fanfic #skyline gang butlins #skyline gang