#squirrel throw blanket

[frankiecatphotography]

Relaxed Squirrel Throw Blanket

#squirrel #squirrel lover #squirrel throw blanket #frankie cat photography #throw blanket #relax #relaxed squirrel #Christmas #Christmas gifts #Frankie Cat #find your thing #redbubble

[kalims]

kiss your best friend | diasomnia

kiss your best friend and see how they react!

parts. one , two , three , four , five , six , seven

characters. malleus, lilia, sebek, silver

content. gender neutral reader as usual, mentions of murder by lilia's cooking, someone faints lol

note. finally last part after ten years /j

malleus

goes absolutely silent but his surprise is definitely there -> eyes widen, brows raise on a miniscule scale. you'd think the guy would be all lowkey about his joy but five seconds later and there are comical sparkles surrounding his face.

I mean. you had to formally confirm that you two were friends before, and you had off-handedly linked his name and best friend in the same sentence a few months later (he was bursting for like a week.) and now all that?

thrown away, nu-uh. you two are NOT friends no more, he doesn’t have a single care in the world. he's throwing the friends label off a cliff with his foot and skipping off with joy cause you just got upgraded to the next ruler of briar valley wink wonk.

or perhaps you'd like being referred to as his consort? he can always make the people refer to you as both.

if you're wondering why he's so silent all of a sudden; malleus: already thinking of how he'd decorate the castle when you move in with him. maybe... he can break down the wall to link your two bedrooms together—wait no he'd very much like to share the same room instead..

"child of man, do you prefer violet or green?"

"uh... green...?"

"excellent choice, you have my gratitude."

the thing you should be asking is 'why' because it's either the main color theme of your wedding or the gem he'd engrave on your ring (he's very happy it's green though, since it'd be a constant reminder of him.. oh he knows! he should get his a color of your eyes too—)

someone stop him.

lilia

spiderman kisses spiderman kisses spiderman kisses spiderman kisses

more knowledgeable than malleus about the level up of relationships so he doesn't jump from best friends to newlyweds immediately. actually he doesn't even need a label, if you're going around kissing him he's just gonna act like you two are a married couple without a confirmation on your status'

"darling, could you hand me the sugar?"

"lilia, I hope you know that you're supposed to use salt for the sauce not sugar." <- *passes the right bottle*

ignoring lilia's attempts on lives he acts pretty normal.

ahem, besides the fact that your first kiss on him has made him come to the conclusion that he can now incorporate kisses in your daily routine since you've already done it, so apparently that means he can too.

kiss him once, he kisses you thrice I guess. it's either the occasional jumpscare from the ceiling since he felt like reminding you of his love through a pack or the times you blink and feel a sensation against your lips without seeing anything cause his affection can be silent as it is loud you suppose.

pov student you were speaking to who definitely saw that but you didn't midst your blink: 😨—

"lilia are we dating."

"i suppose it would make us more official like you humans like, so of course~"

he just accepts it without any complaints, just announce you're spouses and he'll accept that too probably.

#chill

silver

if we have spiderman kisses surely we can have the sleeping beauty kiss?

sleeping beauty kisses sleeping beauty kisses sleeping beauty kisses sleeping beauty kisses

I reckon he would be a pretty light sleeper though the quantity of his sleep is more often than not so even though he accidentally passes out a lot he's really easy to wake. trained to be vigilant and all, courtesy of his murderous father (well, murderous through food?)

he knows the weight of certain things. a blanket draped over him, the feeling of something squirming on his shoulder—a squirrel, most likely. something on his head, a bird or some other critter. but this?

a light press on his lips, gone as quickly as it came. that, he isn't sure of. the animals don't tend to linger around his face so the unknown origin of it has curiosity opening his eyes.

and boy, he is trying to find every reason to not believe that you didn't peck him.

perhaps they touched it? he furrows his brows lightly, attempting hard at trying to avoid your gaze because he feels guilty at his first assumption, you're his best friend! you wouldn't do such a thing..

"did you touch my lips?"

"nah, is it fine that I kissed you?"

"..."

"..."

*passes out*

is he dreaming?

sebek

in what scenario will sebek even let you near him? hmmm.. I suppose being 'best friends' (he calls you self proclaimed, and that you guys aren't that close but still rages over someone and hits them with an essay why you're so much better than their insults) makes you more tolerable around to be closer.

totally not the fact that he might have a crush on you, which can't be right cause he can't be capable of having feelings for a *gasp* human!

scandalous. he knows.

raises a brow when you do anything but be discrete with your intentions of shuffling closer but he doesn't really double back, okay. he's getting a little concerned now when you continue getting closer, he takes a step back not because you're near or anything but this behavior is... just strange.

you're in his face already and before he can question (loudly) what in the seven's name you're doing before you just casually peck him on the lips?

WHAT IN TARNATION!

stiffens up immediately, his face looks like it's holding in a yell. maybe that's why it's getting so red? he's just standing there with shoulders so tense he looks like he's trying to seem big.

"..." WHAT JUST HAPPENED. DID THIS HUMAN JUST.. NO, WE ARE MERELY BEST FRIENDS—are we even friends.. NO! THIS IS THE MOST INAPPROPRIATE ACT TO COMMIT. THIS HUMAN NEEDS TO KNOW BOUNDARIES. I mean he enjoyed that and all—I mean what..

"why are you so quiet."

if only you knew.

#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed ! #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst fluff #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia x reader #silver x reader #twst silver x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek x reader #x gn reader

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Crazy Forever || LN4

Summary: The truth always comes out in the end. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, dub/con, dark themes WC: 1.3k F1 Masterlist || Part One (Crazy For you) || Part Two (Crazy For You Too) || Part Three (Crazy For The Three Of Us) || Part Four (Crazy Forever)

“Stay,” Lando begged as he curled an arm around your waist. “I want cuddles.”

“I have to go, I’m going to be late,” you said with a yawn. It had been another bad sleep and you put it down to the lack of sleep tea that used to knock you out cold, but you couldn’t stay in bed all day. “You should get up too, you have to pack for Australia.”

He groaned and he sat up, the blankets fell to his lap as he stretched his arms above his head. “Don’t remind me. You do realise you don’t have to work, love.”

“Don’t, we have been over this, Lan. You already pay for everything and it’s too much. I want to pay for the baby things with my own money.”

“It’s my baby too.”

“It was still my fault,” you mumbled as you left the room. 

You were called into the HR meeting room almost immediately after arriving and you sat down with a frown as your boss avoided all eye contact. 

“What’s going on?” you asked quietly as your palms began to sweat.

Your boss's cheeks turned pink and he slid his phone onto the table, a picture you recognised on the screen. Nausea rolled through you as you slapped your hand over the screen to hide the image but everyone had already seen it. “Where did you get that?”

“You sent it to me.”

“No, I didn’t,” you argued as you covered your mouth. 

“Yes, you did,” he muttered as he took the phone back and showed you the contact number. It was yours, and it was sent while you had been driving to work. “I know you are going through some things but this is unacceptable.”

“No, really, I didn’t send this. I-I don’t know how it happened but it wasn’t me.”

Your boss sighed heavily and looked at the HR manager. “I think it is best if you take the rest of the week off and we will schedule a formal meeting for next Monday. If you decide to hand your notice in before then it will be accepted without this going onto your record.”

You knew what he was saying between the thinly veiled threats and you reached for the small paper bin before retching your breakfast into it. A look of pity came over their faces and a handkerchief floated across the table for you to wipe your lips. “Thank you,” you mumbled as you rose from the table, despite wanting to throw the trash can at them. “I’ll send my resignation through today.”

“It’s for the best this way,” he said as he deleted the nude photo Lando had begged for when he was away testing in Bahrain. He had promised it was just for him, because he missed you so much.

You really shouldn’t have driven home in your state. You could hardly see the road through the humiliating tears that streamed down your face. 

“Lando?” 

You sighed with relief when you found the apartment empty as you weren’t sure you could face him at that moment. You didn’t know how he had done it, or why, but there was no one else who had the picture.

You would have sold your soul for a drink as you changed out of your work clothes and flopped onto the bed feeling miserable. You would have stayed there if it wasn’t for your phone vibrating with a notification, and you noticed an echo coming from Lando’s closet. You climbed over the bed and opened the door, listening for any other sound. It was quiet, but you heard it coming from under his clothes drawers. 

You tugged at the panel of wood and it popped off easily to reveal a mess of power cords, clothes and bags of powders squirrelled away. Shuffling around deeper, you saw a screen light up at the bottom and saw the notification that was mirrored on your phone. You reached for beyond the set of keys that matched your car and old apartment, right down to the cheap Eiffel Tower replica key ring.

“What the fuck…”

“I really wish you didn’t see that.”

You slammed the panel shut but it was too late, Lando was standing in the doorway to the room with his arms crossed over his chest. He had stolen it, the phone you had lost, the one you had replaced, it had been in his possession this whole time. All your social media profiles, iMessages, everything was at his disposal - even your period tracking app.

He had stolen everything you thought you lost. Keys, clothes, chargers. He even stole your perfume. You thought you were going crazy, but he had been orchestrating it all.

Tugging the panel away, you grabbed the clear bag of white powder and sniffed it. It had the same sickly sweet scent as the lemon and ginger tea he made. Grabbing another, you felt ill as it had the same relaxing aroma as the chamomile tea he used to make each night, the one that put you in a deep sleep.

“You roofied me?” You wanted to sound angry and bitter but you only sounded broken as you dropped the bags.

“You’re my girlfriend, why would I drug you?” he snickered as he walked into the room, taking the bags and flushing them down the toilet in the ensuite. “With what drugs?”

“You got me fired…why are you doing this to me?” It felt like déjà-vu and you were sure that you had this conversation before. Smacking the sides of your head you screamed as you tried to remember. Why couldn’t you remember?

“Hey, shhhh,” Lando soothed as he caught your hands and lowered them to your sides. You struggled against his hold as he wrapped you in his arms but he was too strong. “I just wanted you to be free to travel with me. Now we don’t have to be apart, ever.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” you growled as you tried to wriggle out of his hold. “This is insane, you’re fucking crazy!”

He released you as abruptly as he had caught you and you held your hands up as you backed away. You needed space, from him and the situation, you needed time to think.

“Where are you going?” he chuckled as he followed you out of the room, each of his strides longer than yours.

“Anywhere you aren’t.” He overtook you in the hall.

“You know I can’t let you go.” He blocked the door and slid the bolt across before facing you. “You’re carrying my child, you’re not leaving. You have no job, no house, no friends. You need me.”

Hopelessness fell over you and you hung your head in shame. “I wish I never met you.”

His laugh tickled your cheek as he embraced you again, his hand spreading wide over the back of your head and guiding your face to the crook of his neck. “No, you don’t,” he murmured into your hair. “You’re just angry, and that’s okay. We’ll get through this rough patch together and you’ll realise what a blessing this is. You and me, our baby, together, forever.”

“Forever?” you echoed in defeat.

“Forever. You’ll never want for anything, baby. Whatever you want you can have, I’ll make sure you are treated like a princess.”

“The kind that gets locked up in a tower?”

He laughed and kissed your forehead sweetly. “Only if you try to leave me. But you’re not going to try something silly like that are you, love?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and shook your head. He was right, you needed him. He could provide for you and the child you carried, so you would behave.

“I won’t,” you whispered as your shoulders slumped.

“That’s my girl. I knew I chose right,” he hummed happily. “None of those other women could have been you.”

Cold dread shivered down your spine. “What women?”

“The others that applied to rent my apartment,” he said as pulled back to look into your eyes, a dark smile on his lips. “The one I own next door.”

#dark!lando #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #f1 rpf #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader

[dante-mightdie]

Finals absolutely kicking my ass right now( and my sleep schedule), so I hope you don't mind if I ramble more of price and his pack of mutts

-

Soap 100% on a leash anywhere in public, cause one second he's there the next his bouncing and wagging his tail at some butchers shop half a block away,

Simon rolling his eyes like he wasn't subtly trying to herd price that way anyways,

Sheep herding dog Soap>>>>

He nips at your ass if you aren't going where he wants you to go quick enough, impatient energetic pup

You and gaz flocking to prices side on a mission, gotta make sure their Capt is always safe, definitely not looking for some ear scratches (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

-

A little Spicer here so feel free to ignore if you'd like but, as much as you pretend to hate Simon scenting every thing you own, it's really that you hate the fact just smells so good-

Squirreling away shirts and blankets from the rest of the pack as soon as a heat starts to hit, nose deep in Simons hoodie, when price walks in- cooing at what a cute puddle you've melted into on his sheets,

Panting while asking him to help but he's just so busy being a captain, that he literally throws you to the wolves, Johnny's shaking in his seat with excitement when he gets a whiff of you,

His tongue lolling out at the though of being able to lick at your neck, just him and gaz fighting for who gets to lave more hickeys across your neck :))

-much love

Sins Ꮚ⁠˘⁠ ⁠ꈊ⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠Ꮚ <3

please send me more rambles about price and his mutts :(

soap is such a naughty pup :( always yapping when he shouldn't be, sneaking treats from prices desk and always making such a mess with his demolitions projects

cue price mumbling under his breath as he scruffs johnny and drags him off to the showers to clean him up

sheep herder soap who's just so eager to please his owner :( rushing over to price everytime he whistles for him, tail thumping against the floor excitedly as he awaits orders

simon is a rottie. loyal, possessive, and confident. loving and protective of his pack but very reserved around strangers. alpha dog of the pack. only takes one look from him to subdue you and soap :( ears flattening against your head and looking at him guiltily when he scolds you

doberman gaz who is disgustingly loyal to price :( sorry to say it but he is definitely prices favorite. price rescued him from the cold and scary streets of london when he had nowhere else to go. will happily tell on the rest of the pack if it earns him more brownie points

he still loves you all though <3 spoilt youngest sibling energy

all of you having matching collars, expensive black leather on your throats with a simple '141' on the front

johnnys collar is the only one with 'if found please return to' information on the back

no cold nights in the kennels for johns precious mutts no sir

price has a big lavish puppy bed in the corner of his bunk for you all. covered in blankets, pillows and toys

this doesn't mean that johnny and gaz don't howl into the night until price lets them into his bed to snuggle on cold nights

heat/rut season is a nightmare for price. all his loyal pups are out of commission until it's over. he tried to keep you all seperated during this time but he's a busy man he cant spend all day pumping a knotting toy in and out of your slick cunny!!

and he certainly can't let johnny rut his aching cock against his boot whilst he's trying to get paperwork done

throws a few pieces of his dirty laundry onto the puppy bed and locks you all in his bunk, telling you all he'll come back to check on you in a few hours

thought he'd come back to a bunch of restless, whiny pups but instead he finds alpha dog simon pinning you to the floor, your face shoved into one of prices gym shirts whilst he drills his cock into you

johnny and gaz eagerly waiting their turn, hands sloppily pumping their members as they pant and whine about how simon is taking so long and they can't wait :(

#mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #john soap mactavish #soap call of duty #soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap x reader x ghost #soap cod #soap mw2 #john mactavish #johnny mactavish #cod #call of duty #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle garrick #gaz mw2 #gaz

[popironrye]

The Lost Boys

Leisure Headcanons

💋 David 💋

Is a skilled fire arm shooter. (Loves the cowboy aesthetic)

Has his own gun hidden in the cave.

Doesn't get the chance too often, but will ride a horse when the chance arises.

Likes wood carving. Mostly non specific whittling into basic shapes or animals. It helps him relax.

Movie nut! When the boys go the Max's store to fool around, David makes sure to tuck a movie or two that catches his eye in his coat. Tends to watch them alone, all the questions from Paul would just grate on his nerves too much.

I imagine David would be like REALLY good at origami for no particular reason. He doesn't even try, just once the boys do it just because and he's just the best at it.

I don't know if vampires can emerge in water in the lost boys lore, but if they can David loves to swim. Chilling in water clears his mind.

💀 Dwayne 💀

Skater boi! Does a lot of sick tricks, but when you can levitate it's less impressive. XD

Doesn't care for guns, but likes archery. Hammers his own arrow heads. Dwayne and David like to pick a spot in the woods to shoot make shift targets.

A real book worm. Will spend a lot of time just silently reading for hours.

Takes up knitting from time to time. He prefers hand knitted blankets and throws rather then the store ones.

Likes to make jewelry. Made his own necklace.

Enjoys all types of puzzles. Cross word, jigsaw, and brain teasers.

Can sew and offers to sew up holes made in all the clothes the boys decide not to get new ones.

🌿 Paul 🌿

Can play the guitar.

Also likes to sing, and is pretty good at it. Wanted to start a band, but the other boys weren't up for it.

Has the biggest music collection and is always hogging the tabletop/cassette/cd player.

Amateur photography. Just likes to take photos randomly. Some are really artsy.

Got really into tie dye for a while. Although he might have just been high.

When he wants to relax, Paul really likes to stargaze. Laying outside the cave looking at the sky and hearing the waves of the ocean just makes him feel at peace.

When David isn't using the tv monitor, Paul enjoys quite a few video games. He also likes to take on the arcade and carnival games at the boardwalk.

🪶 Marko 🪶

Aside from pigeons, Marko will try to domesticate a number of animals to the cave, including stray dogs, cats, deer, badgers, squirrel, foxes, bats, and even a black bear once.

He did in fact not domesticate a black bear, but he did wrestle one.

He does his own patchwork on his jacket.

Like David, he likes to sculpt into wood, but he usually carves patterns and landscapes into more grand pieces.

He's also a skilled painter. Mostly he'll paint murals on sections of the cave David says is ok for him to paint on.

He collects sea shells on the beach.

He'll style the others hair. Especially David who he'll cut and dye in the way he likes best.

🔥Pack Activities🔥

Dart throwing. The bigger the target the better. David and Dwyane are very competitive at this one specifically.

Rollerblading. Put wheels on shoes, what more can you want?

Listening to music. The boys have very wide music tastes and sometimes they cross over and they all like the same stuff. They take turns around the player of their choice to just smoke, drink, and listen to the sounds of the music plays.

Card games. Specifically poker when they're all together. They make things more interesting when they make bets.

And of course motocycle cruising and board walk loitering.

Something that always strikes me with vampires in fiction and indeed with any immortal creature with the high and emotional intelligence of humans. IMMORTALITY IS FUCKING BORING!

I mean, think about it. Imagine you're given all the free time in the world with very little responsibility with no fear of getting sick or tired allowed to do pretty much whatever you want. What would you do? Cause I would go stir crazy. So I came up with these dumb little head canons on how I image the boys specifically would pass the time in their little vampire lives that doesn't revolve around murdering and feeding off of people.

Of course cruising on their bikes come to mind. And there's a couple in the movie we get to see like Dwayne's skateboarding and Marko's fondness for pigeons but I wanted to throw more possibilities out there. :3

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david tlb #david the lost boys #dwayne tlb #dwayne the lost boys #paul tlb #paul the lost boys #marko tlb #marko the lost boys #tlb headcanons #my headcanons #headcanon #hc #share your thoughts

[theemporium]

Imagine how protective boxer!max would be if you ever got pregnant. That boy wouldn’t leave your side. You’re coming to every fight but he’s squirreling you away into Christian’s office with blankets, snacks, and his laptop. He comes back in all sweaty and a little bloodied to find you watching Great British Bake Off and snacking on some grapes and he just kisses you and your little bump before going to take a shower. GP joins you to watch and commentates on the folding method of puff pastry.

this is really sweet and all but now I just have this hilarious image of max thinking you’re pregnant when you’re not😭

like the boy wakes up to you throwing up in the bathroom (plot twist: it’s food poisoning!) and just instantly thinks you’re pregnant

cue him being overbearing and so careful and doting with you. and yeah, you’re pretty confused why he’s got you all these snacks and blankets and bake-off but hey! better to judge baking over watching your boyfriend get punched about!

but then it leads to a moment of him like knocking a beer you were about to drink out of your hand or lando being like, “can I be the godfather?” for you to be like wtf????

and the whole conversation is just hilarious with max insistent you’re pregnant and you’re just like, “I’m on birth control and we use condoms???” and he’s like, “yeah but I could have a magic dick!” and it’s just fucking chaos😭

#cece answers #street fighter!max #max.thots

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Stray

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Based off of my commentary on this post from @itwasthereaminuteago, about how Frank just brings home dogs from jobs.

Warnings: Fluff, pure fluff.

WC: 900

The raindrops hit against the windows of your apartment in a calming rhythm, a welcome white noise to accompany your relaxing evening. You were snuggled up on the sofa, your favorite fuzzy throw blanket rested across your lap as you settled in for the night, content to enjoy a cup of coffee and a good book while you waited for Frank to return.

No that you were lonely tonight, quite the contrary, as you were surrounded by your four rescue dogs.

Rosie was the brindle boxer-lab mix Frank found on the way home from a job. She was left in a box after she had been abandoned on the side of the road somewhere in rural Appalachia. Now, she rested right in front of the fireplace, content to let the glowing embers warm her snoot as she slept in a curled up croissant shape on the floor.

Max and Leo were found together, Frank rescued them from an underground dog fighting ring run by one of the gangs he was hunting down. Max, a shepherd-pittie mix with ears shooting up to the sky, sat right in front of the window, tilting his head to take in every new sound coming from the outside. Meanwhile, Leo, a tan and white pitbull, was content to join Rosie in lounging about. His body draped lazily across the recliner in the corner, lip occasionally twitching as he dreamed, probably about chasing squirrels in the park you liked to imagine. 

Nestled into your side rested Jeff, a tiny dachshund mix some mob boss used like a Bond villain with a white cat in his lap. When Frank brought him home, he was shivering and so scared of everything, quivering with fear every time either of you went near him. Now that he had been in your home for a while, his personality was quite the opposite. Despite him being the tiniest of your pack, he was the most confident and always happy to snuggle up with either of you, just like he was now. 

The familiar sound of keys in the door caught the attention of all five of you. Rosie, Max, and Leo sprinted towards the door, eager to greet Frank as his heavy boots squeaked across the floors of the entryway. Jeff, however, was unbothered and after watching his three siblings rush down the hall, resumed burrowing further into your embrace.

You looked up from your book, watching as Frank appeared in the living room, three dogs trailing behind him.

He was soaked from head to toe, dark curls sticking to his forehead as he approached where you were sitting. He kept one arm tucked inside his jacket, as he leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss in greeting

“You’re back earlier than I expected.” you commented, eyeing him as he stooped down to give the dogs attention, wondering just what the heck he was doing with his arm

“Yeah, well musta got some bad intel cause I waited at that warehouse for four hours and no one showed. I’ll try it again tomorrow.” he replied as Max and Leo licked at his chin

“Frankie?”

“Hm?”

“Whatcha got there?” you asked, having a bad feeling you already knew the answer

Frank stood tall in front of you, sheepishly ducking his head toward the floor before looking up at you and responding.

“Look, I know you said we don’t have any more room…”

“Frank…”

“But she was shivering behind a dumpster and in this weather I couldn’t just leave her!”

He finally pulled his arm from his jacket, revealing a gray staffordshire terrier puppy trembling in his hand. She looked so young, and was small enough to fit in Frank’s enormous palm.

“Francis, we live in a one bedroom in Manhattan. Where are we gonna put another dog?”

He didn’t answer, instead just looking at you with those signature brown eyes that made you melt every time.

You looked at the poor thing in his grasp, her brown eyes seemed to be exactly the same as Frank’s, silently begging you to say yes.

You sighed, knowing that your protestations were useless. You got up from your spot on the couch, annoying Jeff who moved to the other side of the sofa with a huff as he curled back up. 

Frank wordlessly handed the puppy to you and you pulled her close to your chest as she sniffed at your ear, excited to meet another new person. You kissed her forehead and a wide smile spread across Frank’s face, knowing that you were sold and this dog was now part of the family.

You crouched down, letting Rosie, Max and Leo sniff and greet their new sibling. Her tail thumped against your chest as she excitedly greeted her new-found family.

“What are we going to name her?” you asked Frank as he also crouched down to scratch at everyone’s ears and help them greet the new puppy.

“What about Chelsea? Since that’s where I found her?”

“Chelsea. Perfect.” you replied

After everyone had gotten their sniffs in and settled down, she fell asleep in your arms. You gingerly moved back towards the couch, trying your best not to disturb her. Frank and the rest of the dogs joined you to snuggle up and enjoy the rest of your first evening together as a pack of seven.

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #jon bernthal #the punisher #fluff

[luvring]

date idea with Ushijima

Go for hike and get carried the rest of the way to the top because you don't have the same stamina

Or he's new to Poland and he invites you to a restaurant to tast test the original dishes so you order everything of the menu and try to guess the recipe behind it

gn!reader | !!! IT’S TOSHI'S BIRTHDAY!!! >__< gonna talk about both of these. he picks a trail near your house that he's jogged dozens of times before. he makes sure you have water and sunscreen and doesn't at all mind when you ask to be carried. he'll check if you’re comfortable and tells you to watch out for branches…. slows/lets you down when you want to take photos of some flowers or a squirrel…

when you ask if he’s doing alright he tells you he’s fine and not to worry ;; you make him promise to tell you if he gets tired so you can take a break together. he could say he doesn't think he'll need to, but instead he smiles softly and says okay anyway.

! imagine his surprise when there's something set up already for his birthday up there. he's not somebody who's easily caught off guard, so you can't help but feel accomplished when he turns to you with widened eyes.

"surprise!"

wakatoshi blinks, mind still processing. but then he tilts his head, half amused, half genuinely curious. "did you really need me to carry you up the rest of the way?"

"i mean, i was tired. but also i had to sell the act, didn't i?" you smile. "are you mad?"

he lets out a breathy laugh, more a puff of air than anything, before coming closer. "no, i'd be glad to carry you up again if you wanted to come back."

"really? would you carry me down after we're done?"

his initial response isn't a yes or no. instead, he decides to pick you up where you're standing, getting you to wrap your arms around his neck in surprise. the gravel shifts under his feet as he turns to bring you to your set up—a blanket very carefully laid and held down on the corners, with gifts you had bought weeks ago ready to open. "ask me afterward."

also i looked up polish dishes last night while thinking abt this and got hungry. why'd i do that at 1am w nothing but cookies on me... BUT THE IDEA IS SOO CUTE omg he looks up some popular places and reads a Lot of reviews beforehand.. the workers are happy to recommend some popular dishes and think your idea is really nice lolol ^^

soft toshi... holding your fork up to feed him and him doing the same for you while chewing... so cute. cute guy. him furrowing his brows as he tries to discern what’s in the dish and throwing ideas back and forth with you… him softly chuckling when you scrunch up your face because you didn’t like the taste of something. he instinctively reaches to move the plate away and slides your glass closer instead. he asks “didn’t like that one?” as if you aren’t already gulping your water down

and he’s genuinely curious about the ingredients while the workers explain afterward !! he listens especially close when they describe the ones you really enjoyed. like he’s not leaving without making a mental list of which dishes were your favourites.

but also i think it would be so cute if there wasn’t a set plan. like the both of you happen to walk past a cozy looking place and you grab his hand to go in. and even if the food doesn't end up spectacular or anything, the fact that this is the first spot you visit together makes it a special place. depending on how good it is, it could either be a cute date spot every couple of months or a regular spot. picking up some drinks and treats to surprise you for dinner kind of thing ;;

his birthday... the idea that you guys become regulars. you go in and mention it's his birthday soon and ask if they have a good desert idea, or if they could do something special. and yeah of course they'll whip something up for this ?? famous volleyball player who just happens to like their local shop ?? who's a little scary but polite and endearingly obviously (in a relative sense) in love with you.

and i'm not saying the place would see a bunch of new customers because ushijima, a guy notorious for the lack of personal posts on his social media, posted about them and you after receiving a special birthday dinner,, but i'm not denying that idea either (ゝω･)

tangent but i rlly do love the idea of u telling toshi to pose for a picture on the hike or putting a flower in his hair for it .. or him with a little party hat on lololol

@devilgirlcrybabiey @lordbugs @smiithys @xfangirl-trashx @passionateuchiha @scaramouchesfootstool @fifteenshadesofpinkk @chloee0x0 @kenmaslov3r @bakugosgrenade @dai-tsukki-desu @Thathoneybee3 @momoewn @aintgeluh @dazaisfavgf @simpforerenn @crystal-lilac @vhenis @omiigad @kur0-kawa @semispilledcoffee @idontlikeyourjob @awkwardaardvarkforever @rory-cakes @prblmtic @kuroaka @vampyrkookie @sunaslay @h0n3ysgh0st @lackey-laufeyson @bontensbabygirl @dira333 @Kamukayakmonyet @danyisapingu @isentsworld @lilithlunas @anime-ships-gay @todorokiskitten @kellesvt @curiouslilbeast @fiona782 @cvhenia @mitskiologist

#haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #haikyuu fluff #ushijima! ushijima! yaaaaay #its also aones birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AONE! >___< #i will try to finish the idea for him too. we will see #x reader

[sashiavi]

im salivating for more of your kaveh x puppy girl!reader x alhaitham. puppy girl in heat maybe?? and her sweet boys help her throughout her whole heat cus they love her so much <33 im begging on my knees pleASE

✿𝙰𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚡 𝙺𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚑 𝚡 𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛✿

𝙸 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙸𝚜 𝚃𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙼𝚎𝚊𝚕 ;>

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝙼𝚢 𝙸𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚗 𝙵𝚞𝚕𝚕 ♡

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚜 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙱𝚎 👁👁

𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 - 𝙸 𝙳𝚘 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚎 𝙾𝚛 𝙼𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚎 - 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

•·················🍑·················•🍑•·················🍑·················•

♡𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗♡

Alhaitham and Kaveh Help Their Puppy Girl Through Her Heat ♡

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙰𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙺𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚑

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘: | 𝙿𝚄𝙿𝙿𝚈𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻!𝙷𝚈𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙳! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 | 𝙰𝙵𝙰𝙱 |

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 3680

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: | 18+ | 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 | 𝙷𝚢𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 - 𝙰𝙱𝙾 𝙸𝚏 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 | 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 | 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚢 | 𝙳𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 | 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝 | 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙿𝙸𝚅 | 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔 | 𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 | 𝙳𝚘𝚖/𝚂𝚞𝚋 | 𝙲𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢, 𝙲𝚞𝚗𝚝 & 𝙿𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 |

The life of a puppy hybrid was high maintenance.

The grooming of ears and tails, said appendages twitching and wagging, putting one's every emotion on display for everybody to read. Silly little instincts to chase a squirrel or fetch a ball from some unsuspecting children's game. Becoming overly excited around snacks and foods, pestering Kaveh for just one little taste of whatever he was cooking. Getting so easily distracted from important projects assigned to her by the Akademiya, subsequently having Alhaitham breathing down her back to ensure she was on track.

Neither of the boys minded though, Alhaitham welcomed her into his home with open arms. Kaveh absolutely doted on her any way he could, assisting in grooming her pretty ears and ensuring her tail was soft and shiny, genuinely pampering her with more care than he gave himself. (Which was already an endless list of methods and products taking up his side of the bathroom)

Alhaitham was a little more subtle, wordlessly leaving her favourite treats around and ensuring that she had her own keys on her. He gave her quiet time when she needed and sometimes indulged in her zoomies, gently tossing a ball or cushion back and forth in a little game of catch while he flicked through his novel.

Still, the life of a puppy girl was high maintenance. Especially the secondary genders associated with many hybrid folk. Although not often acknowledged socially within society, many poor little puppygirls experienced the most horrible, terrible, achey, ouchy heats.

Everything was so, so hot. The air was thick and cloudy, humid with sweat and hurried breaths, heaving from the poor puppy girl's chest. Hot slick ran from her achey puppy cunt down her thighs, messing up all the comfy blankies she spread out. She laid in a messy nest of duvets, pillows and clothes owned by her roommates. Kaveh would surely squawk at the lack of structural integrity she put into her creation. She buries her nose into a decadent red throw blanket, carefully hand woven and incredibly expensive, she inhales the soft floral scent of her forementioned blonde roommate. Her puppy cunt clenches and drools down her thighs. She whimpers into the fabric, her cunny aching, her head foggy, throbbing with a pressing headache.

The poor little puppy girl grinds forward, trying to catch her cunny on something, anything to soothe the ache. She cries out, frustrated with how hot and humid the room felt, her naked skin sticking to the fabric below, her blood felt ice cold and the sensation difference made her head spin. She writhes around, her fingers pulling the threads of the blanket, her nose still buried into the fabric. She gropes around her nest, yearning for another familiar comfort. Her hand rests upon a pillow, silky and cool to the touch, she brings it to her chest, wrapping her arms around the plush material and hugging it to her warm body. It smelt woodsy, akin to the mahogany furniture found within the Akademiya library, certainly Alhaitham's pillow she managed to snatch before her heat truly set in.

She cradles the pillow tight, breathing in the exotic concoction of her roommate's scents. Her ears twitched deliciously, their scents driving a shiver down her back, her chest feeling fuzzy and heavy. For whatever mental clarity she gained from the sweet smell, the ache in her cunny grew worse. She howls out, whimpering softly into Kaveh's blanket, rubbing her face red and raw against the woven fabric. She hugs the pillow firmer, wrapping her thighs around the plush material, the satin cover cool on her skin. The silky material brushes over her bare clit and she gasps through her teeth, a whine crackles out of her throat.

She moves and straddles Alhaitham's pillow hastily, hands fondling the cover, her nails digging into the plush material. Her fluffy puppy tail wags, her brain fogged and her cunny aching. She couldn't care less about how naughty this was, how upset Alhaitham could be if she made a mess all over his belongings. Her skin was burning, her head aching and her puppy cunt needed something, anything to take away her ouchy heat. Her brain screamed at her, she needed them, she needed Kaveh and Alhaitham, needed them to breed her full of puppies. Her clit throbbed, the scent of Alhaitham's pillow present in her brain, this was the next best thing to the man himself.

Her pretty clit drags over the silky smooth fabric of Alhaitham's pillow, her cunny gushes, and clenches around nothing. She whines pathetically, breath caught in her throat, fluffy ears pinned to her head. She bites into the plush material as she humps her puppy cunt into the pillow, pretty ass up in the air as she chews and drools into the fabric. High pitched whimpers and cries choke through the material in her mouth, in time with every little pathetic hump against the pillow. Her slick messes the cushion below her, a clear wet spot beneath her drooling puppy cunt seeps into the fabric and across her thighs. Kaveh's decadent blanket, though nearly forgotten, tangles around her fingers, threads digging into her skin, she clutches it once again like a lifeline.

The poor puppy girl drowns in her heat, delirious and hot, brain fogged, the only thing on her mind being Alhaitham and Kaveh. Thinking about just how nice they would treat her, how sweetly Kaveh would cradle her and how good Alhaitham would plow her sweet puppy cunt. The poor puppy girl chokes out a sob, simply out of pure desperation, her mind betraying her and falling victim to her heat. She squirms against the pillow below, her pathetic humps growing sloppy and uncoordinated, barely squirming in place. She was so, so tired. Her cunny burned, hot, wet and sore, overstimulated even without the sweet release of an orgasm.

She couldn't help but keep trying, outwardly crying, sweet little puppy whimpers warble out of her throat. Any attempt at easing the achey heat in her tummy all by herself was futile, her every attempt only making the matter worse. It felt like the end of the world, everything burning hot as if it was on fire. The poor puppy girl couldn't stop, couldn't stop crying, couldn't stop her hips from squirming, couldn't stop her achey ouchy puppy heat. She had fallen far into her own mind, completely fogged and hysterical, distress finally implanting itself into her sweet little head. The poor puppy nearly misses the soft, sweet caress on her fluffy ears, accompanied by the overwhelming scent of mourning flowers. Or the firm, cool hand running down her back, gripping her hip, steadying her frantic body. A loud whine creeps out of her chest, vulnerable and yearning.

"Awh.. I know Baby, I know.. it's alright... We're here now Sweet Girl.." She hears, their tone kind and soft, grounding her into the present. She lifts her head, opening her eyes and nosing up at the man before her. Kaveh strokes his sweet puppy's ears, scritching and scratching her soft fur. He peppers kisses against her forehead, nosing against her skin, a pleased chirp ripples from her throat. Kaveh's touch is gentle, addicting, laced with candied tenderness so sweet she could cry. Carefully, she's moved; by Alhaitham, she barely registers, lifted out of her messy nest. The puppy girl moans in discomfort, her joints feeling creaky, the hands on her feeling ice cold on her bare skin. She misses the candid look Alhaitham shoots to his other half, to which Kaveh responds with a small shake of his head.

The puppy girl chirps out, feeling open and exposed, the frigid air of the room making her skin feel tight. Her tummy churns, thick with anxiety, scared that she's been naughty, afraid of their reaction, she had made a mess. Her ears fold and her tail curls inward, she can't help the little warbles that bleed from her throat, the soft 'm sorrys' chanting into the room. Alhaitham carefully noses into his little puppy's neck, mouthing at her skin, setting the spot alight, burning so nicely down her shoulder. Goosebumps prickle down her back, the fur on her ears and tail stands up, a soft rumble ripples from her chest. The puppy girl settles slightly, her chest feeling gooey and fuzzy, her instincts quieting down.

Alhaitham moves, lowering his sweet puppy back into her plush nest, now tidy and neat, the aforementioned blanket and messy pillow are shifted out of sight. Kaveh lays instead, his naked back against the soft structure, somehow he had managed to strip down without her noticing; not that she was even half aware of her surroundings. The puppy girl sits, perched prettily in Kaveh's lap, her skin warm against his own, her chest heaves gently, her breaths short and panting. Her lips wobble, her eyes shine with fresh hot tears, slowly trickling down her cheeks. Kaveh is quick to comfort his sweet girl, rubbing one hand down her side and cupping her face, wiping away her tears with his thumb. The puppy girl hiccups, her tummy burned and her head hurt, Kaveh's floral scent flooded her mind making her dizzy. She could feel the heat from Kaveh's cock against her skin below, her body pulsed, her silly instincts practically screaming at her. She tentatively wriggles her hips against Kaveh's lap, her hands braced on his chest.

"Pretty Girl.. You're so needy aren't you?" Kaveh coos, his hand massages the flesh on his puppy girl's hip. She whimpers, half embarrassed and in desperation, her cunny ached badly, she needed something, any kind of relief. She noses at Kaveh, nuzzling into his cheek, pitiful chirps squeaking into his skin. He breathes out a chuckle, kissing into her skin.

"Is your cunny ouchy Baby..? Yeah? Awh…" Kaveh pokes at his sweet puppy, she nods, her face a muddled mess of emotions. Kaveh 'tuts' affectionately, caressing his hands across her hips, slowly itching his hand towards her achey puppy cunt.

"Here sweetheart?" He circles her puffy clit, eliciting a sweet mewl from his silly little puppy girl. She nods again, her fluffy tail wags and her hips squirm, Kaveh's touch just felt so, so nice. Kaveh hums, his fingertips gentle on her cunny, slowly rubbing her pretty clit.

".. More~.. M-more!" The puppy girl wails, wriggling her hips into Kaveh's fingers. She pushes against them, doing anything to make them slip into her little puppy pussy, she wanted more, needed more. Kaveh coos, his brow pinching sympathetically, his hand leaves her pretty clit, favouring his own cock. He grips the base, sliding the head of his length up and down his puppy's fat pussy lips the keens out, her slick dribbling from her cunny and onto his cockhead. He smears the sweet mixture onto her clit, tapping his length against it teasingly, making her cunny spike in pleasure. Kaveh slips his cock down, inline with his puppy's cunny hole, slowly, he slips in, pushing his cock up with his hips. Her puppy cunt gushes all over Kaveh's cock, creamy and wet, drooling from her heat, making a sticky mess all over Kaveh's lap. Not that he minded, his hands leveled his puppy's hips, helping her bounce and grind on his length. Over her shoulder, he spots Alhaitham, naked and slowly stroking his own cock, his breaths huffing steadily through his lips. A groan erupts from Kaveh's chest and his pretty puppy cries aloud, fat tears roll down her cheeks, her lips fold into a wonky grin. Kaveh's cock felt so good in her cunny, fucking her so, so well, his scent, his grip on her hip and his length all turning the poor puppy into mush.

"..'Veh… Kaveh.. 'S good!" She croaks out, finally finding her voice. The puppy girl grinds hard on Kaveh's pelvis, her pretty clit catching on to his skin. She mewls, her tail wagging hard, her tummy burned and bubbled, her cunny clenching deliciously around Kaveh's cock. Kaveh's grip tightens, he brings his sweet puppy down and kisses her pretty lips, dipping his tongue into her mouth. She licks at his tongue, swirling them together, breathlessly moaning into his throat. Her hips pick up, slapping against Kaveh's own, her puppy cunt squeezes his cock. She bites at Kaveh's lips, her puffy clit zapping deliciously everytime she brings her hips down, her puppy cunny clenches, and she sobs into Kaveh's mouth. The poor heated puppy creams sweetly on Kaveh's cock, her hips stuttering with her release, pulsing and clenching Kaveh's length. She humps against him, riding out her sweet orgasm on his cock, humming airily as she grinds and wiggles her hips against him. Kaveh exhales, his chest pounding, he peers behind her once again, spotting Alhaitham. The other steps forward, his eyes raked over the silly puppy girl in Kaveh's lap, still squirming on his length.

"Shh.. Settle…" Alhaitham quips, his hand finds the puppy girl's hips once again, steadying them in place. The puppy sniffs and chirps, her puppy cunt still ached, her heat not yet satisfied. She tries to wriggle out of his grasp, tries to grind down on Kaveh's cock, tries her very best to work his length with her sweet puppy cunt. Kaveh hisses through his teeth, his composure crackling, nearly falling too far into his sweet puppy's cunny. Alhaitham's fingers tighten, he presses the puppy girl down into Kaveh's lap, his cock kisses her cunny so sweetly it makes her feel high, she keens and her tail wags quickly. Alhaitham props himself behind his sweet puppy, peppering firm kisses up the canvas of her back, all the way up to the juncture of her neck. She stifles a noise, pitched somewhere between pleasure and desperation, her brain confused at the ongoings happening in that moment.

Alhaitham hushes her once again, gentle but direct, he squeezes her hips and plants a firm kiss to his puppy's skin. She warbles, growing impatient, her tummy burns, her cunny drools and her instincts ring in the forefront of her mind. The scents of the two men only making matters worse, Kaveh's thick cock in her puppy cunt, Alhaitham's large hands and lips planted on her skin. It was all too much to handle for one poor little puppy. She felt frustrated, no amount of squirming or crying would make the man behind her let go. She needed it, needed them, needed their cocks in her puppy cunny, fucking her dumb and breeding her good.

"..'Haithm.." She manages, turning her head to him, her eyes glassy and her brow pitched, she pouts prettily. Kaveh caresses the skin on her waist, in an attempt to settle the poor puppy. Alhaithm hums, his hands drag from her hips, one inching down to her pretty clit and the other across the plump cheek of her ass. His thumb slowly drags over his puppy girl's clit, circling her slick over the swollen bead. She gasps out, her legs flexing and her puppy cunt clenching sweetly on Kaveh's cock. Kaveh sighs out, his hands continuing to tickle and pet her skin, narrowing his eyes at Alhaithm, he was being greedy, meanly teasing their poor little puppy. Alhaitham's other hand drags over the skin of her ass, down to her cute little puppy pussy, already stuffed full of Kaveh's length. Slowly, he pokes at her heat, coating his fingers in wet slick, admiring the sweet ring of cream dribbled around Kaveh's cock. The two make a noise from their throat and Alhaitham 'tuts' affectionately, his hand on her clit speeding up, egging the puppy girl to squirm and hump against Kaveh once again. She cries quietly, sweet little noises bubble from her lips.

".. You're very needy, sweet Pup.." Alhaitham half teases, his tone nearly unreadable, his puppy girl whines irritably. Alhaitham abruptly slides two deft fingers into her pretty puppy pussy, stretching her cunny out with Kaveh's cock. Both Kaveh and their puppy stutter out in surprise, taken aback by the sweet press of Alhaitham's fingers. He curls his digits, fucking into her heat, her slick dribbles down his knuckles, messing his hand. He stretches her puppy pussy, his other hand pinches down on her clit, making her gush wetly on both of the men. The puppy chirps and cries, Alhaitham's thick fingers squelching into her puppy cunny so sweetly, egging Kaveh into grinding his cock into her little cervix. It felt so good, her skin burnt with pleasure rather than pain, her head span deliciously, high on the thick wave of desire that coursed through her veins. She fucks back into Alhaitham's fingers, subsequently rocking Kavehs length deep into her puppy cunt. She mewls, wriggling her hips in time with Alhaitham's skilled hands, her cunny still felt achey, she needed more, she needed so much more, needed to be bred, needed their thick cocks, needed their sticky cum in her tummy.

".. m.. 'need more~.. 'Haithem 'n Kaveh… want more!" The silly puppy spurs out. Alhaitham hums, the sound rumbles deep from his chest. His fingers spread her drooling hole, she feels something press against her puppy pussy, blunt and warm. Slowly, Alhaitham pushes his fat cock into his puppy's sweet little hole, alongside Kavehs own length. The stretch was intense, Alhaitham's fingers never left her pretty clit, slowly pressing his fingertips into her swollen pussy. The puppy cries, her fluffy tail wagging haphazardly against her back, her puppy pussy on display for Alhaitham to see, stretched prettily and stuffed full of cock. Below, Kaveh lets out his own keening whine, breathy and soft, he bites on his bottom lip. Alhaitham slips his fingers out of his puppy girl's cunny, his hand slick and covered in puppy cream. He half smirks, grinding his hips against his puppy's ass, sliding his cock deep into her cunny, dragging against Kaveh's own. The two below him sigh out and Alhaitham begins a steady pace, fucking in and out of his puppy's pretty creamy cunt. Kaveh bumps his hips upwards, his hands sit on his puppy's legs, holding her still for him to drill into her.

"Fuck!~ Such a good little p-puppy aren't you..? Taking two cocks at once..? Yeah~? We'll make your cunny feel better baby~" Kaveh babbles, fucking himself stupid in his puppy's cunt, so tight thanks to Alhaitham's fat cock rubbing against his own. He can't stop blubbering, spouting sweet debauchery into the air of the room, keening filthy praises to his sweet little puppy. Alhaitham growls, his pace quickening, hips clapping roughly against his poor puppy's. He reaches down, his slick covered hand pressing to Kaveh's lips, he presses in, silencing his pussy drunk blabbering. Kaveh eagerly sucks Alhaithams digits in, swirling his tongue around his thick fingers, drooling over the sweet taste of his puppy's cunt. Alhaitham leans forward, mouthing at his puppy's neck, kissing and biting into her sensitive scent marker. Their Puppy Girl keens, her cunny felt so full, just as she needed, two pretty cocks fucking her stupid, riding out her heat on her roommates' laps. Alhaitham's hand on her clit burns hot, rubbing and pinching at her pussy, his cock rubs and grinds deliciously into her creamy cunny. Kaveh's cock stuffs her full, bullying her cervix and bulging behind her tummy. The sweet puppy keens, humping against the two men, grinding her sweet pussy into Alhaitham's fingers, her cunny gushes wetly, leaking down their lengths.

The air was thick with musk, heated from the warm bodies in her comfy nest, bodies shined in sweat and slick, sliding against each other. The sweet puppygirl fucked dumb on her roommates' cocks, stretched so well, they fucked into her as a duo. The slide of their lengths bumping into each other's, aching and pulsing hotly into her puppy cunt. The puppy girl writhes, her body feeling electrified, her clit feeling spiky with pleasure, her cunny clenches around the fat cocks pressed inside her. It was too much, too stretched, too hot, just the way she needed, her joints felt gooey, her head blissed out. Her sweet puppy cunt felt hot, aching and clenching, creamy around the long lengths inside of her.

Vaguely she could hear Kaveh's slurred babbles, praises and filthy words tumble from his stuffed mouth, wet around Alhaitham's fingers. Alhaitham scrapes his teeth over her neck, biting down into her skin, his hand rubbing her sore clit so sweetly. Her head spins, her cunny clenches, her legs ache so good against Kaveh's hips. The fucked out puppy girl barely whimpers out a 'cumming!' before she cries. Her puppy cunt clenches around the stretch inside her, her clit throbs against Alhaitham's fingertips, her hips stuttering against their cocks. The silly puppy shakes, her pretty pussy squirts all over the thick cocks in her heat, hot and wet, messing all over Kaveh's lap. She bumps and grinds against them, riding out her orgasm, egging the two on themselves. Kaveh moans against Alhaitham's fingers, his pretty cock pulsing into his puppy, cumming into her pretty puppy cunt. Alhaitham presses deep into her cunny, his fat cock drags against Kaveh's, the thick squeeze of his puppy's walls milking his cockhead so sweetly. They fuck and hump against eachother, their two cocks pulsing together, breeding their sweet puppy full of milky, creamy cum.

Eventually, they pull away, carefully sliding their slick cocks out of their puppy's pussy, wet with each other's cum. Their puppy wriggles her hips teasingly, humming softly from her throat. Kaveh breathes out deeply, pulling his puppy into his arms, cradling her sweetly in her plush nest. Alhaitham pets both of their heads, planting a soft kiss upon their skin, nosing into their sweaty foreheads before making his way out of the room. Distantly, the splash of running water can be heard from the bathroom, surely Alhaitham drawing a bath for the three of them to share. A little more doting was due for their sweet puppy girl, and they were more than willing to help her through the rest of her heat.

After All, The Life Of a Puppy Girl Was High Maintenance.

𝙸𝚖- 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚢? 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊

𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐!

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍! 𝙸'𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝚘𝚝 𝙼𝚢 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈'𝚊𝚕𝚕 😩

•··························•Shameless Plug•··························•

♡More Kavehaitham x HYBRID!Reader♡

•●Alhaitham&Kaveh Play With Their Puppy Girl

•●Alhaitham&Kaveh Punish Their Kitty Girl

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙳𝚘 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗!

•·················🍑·················•🍑•·················🍑·················•

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x y/n #kaveh x reader #afab reader #alhaitham x kaveh x reader #genshin smut #kaveh smut #alhaitham smut #hybrid reader #puppy girl reader #poly relationship #puppy girl #kavehaitham x reader #kavehaitham #haikaveh x reader #haikaveh

[rottenpumpkin13]

Okay so touch of angst here. But I’ve kind of been thinking about the canon idea that Sephiroth holds no attachment to objects, and that his apartment is really sparse.

And I kind of thought, what if it’s not? What if it’s the opposite? We know he holds onto his mothers photo for dear life, so what if Sephiroth actually has a bit of an issue with getting rid of stuff because of the fact he wasn’t allowed to have many possessions as a child? What if Sephiroth’s apartment is an ordered mess of things that he’s squirrelled away from under Hojo.

I’ve got this idea that maybe Angeal and Genesis have tried to help him sort through it but they struggle to get him to let go of things because he seems to have a story and an attachment to everything. And their shocked because you wouldn’t think Sephiroth is a particularly sentimental person. In fact in everyday conversation he comes of as the exact opposite, but where his stuff is concerned, Sephiroth just cannot let go.

I dunno dude, I’m making myself sad. Thought I’d share.

Let me add my two cents, I hope I did this wonderful idea justice:

• Sephiroth's apartment is indeed minimalistic and neatly-kept at first glance. He has a few personal touches here and there, such as a nice, blue throw blanket on his couch that used to be Genesis's, a few of his favorite books scattered around, a potted plant Angeal gifted him that he takes care of, all normal things.

• But every drawer, closet and cupboard is packed, filled with things he tries to keep as organized as possible but ultimately fills due to the sheet amount of stuff.

• Items Sephiroth refuses to let go of include:

• Newspaper clippings of comic strips he accumulated. There was a brief time in his life where the only joy derived from his day was reading the funny pages in the newspaper every morning. So he saved each one of those moments of bliss in a shoebox under his bed.

• Various toys and trinkets in almost every drawer of his apartment. He is a compulsive buyer of toys he was never allowed when he was a child. He rarely plays with them. Yes he will keep buying them.

• A music box that has long stopped working. It was the first purchase he made with his paycheck that was made purely because he wanted it.

• A jar of candy wrappers that has been sitting in his nightstand for five years. It had been once filled with sweets, but he, Genesis and Angeal ate them all once one night, talking, laughing, and goofing around. It had been one of the first times Sephiroth felt like he truly belonged and was finally making friends. At the time, he had been convinced that he would never be as happy as he felt in that moment. So he kept every wrapper, and hangs onto that memory to this day.

• A pair of wool mittens he keeps in his glove drawer. They're a bit ripped and don't fit anymore, but professor Gast gave those to him. It was the first and only present the professor had given him.

• A broken, plastic hair clip. When he had begun growing his hair out, Genesis had just cut his shorter and no longer needed the clip, so he gave it to Sephiroth. Sephiroth naively tried to lay down with it and broke the clip upon impact. Though he never got to use it, their subsequent shared laughter was enough to make the hair clip special.

• A broken blender in his kitchen cupboard. It had broken long ago, Sephiroth had always meaned to get it fixed, but there is a small chicken wing sticker on the base of the blender that either Genesis or Angeal had gotten from a cereal box and placed there. After a particularly stressful week where he barely ate, Sephiroth looked at the chicken wing sticker and was suddenly struck by the craving for fried chicken. It was the only thing that got him to eat that week. He keeps it around in case it ever happens again.

• A drawer full of magazine clippings of women who vaguely look like that picture of his mother.

• Multiple sweaters and hoodies. The lab was cold and Hojo was stingy with layers, oftentimes insisting that Sephiroth was fine with that he had and reprimanding him for being so weak. As a result, Sephiroth has far too many sweaters, blankets, and layers. Far more than he will ever be able to use. Some of them don't even fit him anymore because of how much he's bulked up over the years.

• A yellow flower pressed and preserved in an old book. It's the very first flower he had seen as a young boy being sent out on a mission.

• An old, green baby blanket he's had since was young. Though Hojo would never admit it, he suspects it could have been given to him by his mother. It's certainly colorful enough, different from the sterile white ones he would've expected. He often wonders if she too held it like he holds it every night before he falls asleep.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #ff7 crisis core #final fantasy vii #sephiroth headcanons #headcanons

[frankiecatphotography]

Squirrel Golf Towel - 15% off with code SEPTEMBERBIZ

#zazzle made #golf towel #frankie cat photography #squirrel throw blanket #squirrel lover #squirrel golf towel #gift for golfers #golfer gift #personalized #on sale #Frankie Cat

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Rough Road ||

Frank Castle x female Reader.

Tags/warnings: 'annoying acquaintances of circumstance' to lovers, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected sex (wrap in RL!), swears 😯

Author's note: This is for the TFC December fic challenge 'Snowed In', so check the tags for more!

If you enjoy my fics please consider reblogging, it means others get to enjoy them too! Thank you so much for reading! 💕

"I think we should try and find somewhere to pull over." you say to Frank. You had been driving for hours and the snow was coming down harder now.

"Mm, I'm pretty sure there's a motel about 15 miles ahead, we can make it, get a couple of rooms and start again in the morning." He replies, concentrating on the road.

You stare up through the windscreen at the neverending horizonless thick grey-white of the sky and the flurry of heavy flakes building up on the road ahead of you. "I don't think we'll make it that far."

Sure enough after another couple miles the road became impassable, you had hardly seen any other cars ahead of you or coming the other way for most of the drive. It was gonna get dark fairly soon.

"Shit." Frank says simply, turning off the ignition after he stopped the van at the side of the road.

"Thank fuck I've got cell service" you say, "I'm gonna call for a truck."

While you were on the phone Frank checked his paper maps for the nearest habitations, but there was nothing that warranted risking trying to walk through a snowstorm at night.

"Okay, the rescue company is dealing with shitloads of people in similar situations and 'cos we've got a van and some supplies they're saying we're further down the list. Earliest they could get to us is tomorrow morning."

"Alright, well they'll probably have cleared the roads by then. Guess that ain't too bad. Just gotta hunker down for the night."

You kicked at the dash in frustration. "Urgh. I told you we should've left after the storm, now we're stuck here in your stupid van, which stinks by the way."

"Stinks?" He screwed up his face in disbelief. "What of? I keep it clean!"

"Of you!"

"Listen, as much as you're a complete pain in my ass it was too dangerous to wait in the city any longer. Now the Russians associate you with me…"

You threw your head back against the rest and sighed. "Yeah. I know. Just gotta lay low for a while." you parroted.

"This ain't exactly my idea of heaven either sweetheart."

You hated when he called you that. Even though it was just an automatic thing for him and it didn't mean anything it really annoyed you. He reached into the back bringing out a pack of cards from the seemingly random selection of shit he had squirreled away there. "Imagine you don't wanna talk about what happened, so it's this or I-Spy."

You groaned and nodded as you whiled away an hour or so playing blackjack until your hungry stomach noises got too loud to ignore.

"Alright, chicken or beef sub?" he asked, diving into the backpack.

You chose the chicken.

"Damn, this is really good. You pick them up before we left? Where from?"

"Made em." He replied, taking a bite of his own.

"Huh." You mused, digging in again.

"Surprised I can make a sandwich?" He scoffs.

You shrug. "Surprised you can make a good sandwich. Guess being ex-marine you gotta have some talents."

"You got no idea." He throws you a wink as he takes a sip of coffee from the thermos and you roll your eyes.

After another hour of whooping his ass at blackjack and a lightning quick excursion into the nearby trees and back to relieve yourself, your yawns and heavy eyelids make it clear that you're gonna have to go to sleep at some point soon.

"Does one of us, uh, need to keep watch or something?" You ask him, watching as he crawls into the back of the van and starts digging out a mat, a singular sleeping bag and blanket.

"Nah. Even if they did send someone to follow us ain't nobody getting through this, we're safe enough." He rolled out the bag and caught your awkward look.

You wrapped your arms around you, it was getting cold now the residual heat from the van had disappated. "So… just the one lot of bedding then?"

He nods. "Yeah, usually just me in here y'know, with all my stank."

You rolled your eyes again. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

He has to resist the urge to let you panic about sleeping beside him for a while longer, he's not that cruel. "It's okay, you can have it. I'll be alright up front." He sees your visible relief as you process what he's said, nodding and rummaging in your pack for the toothbrush and toiletries you'd thankfully picked up at your last gas stop, there having been no time to grab anything but the absolute ultimate essentials before you left.

The thick layer of snow that had built up around and on top of the van probably provided quite a bit of insulation, but that didn't exactly stop you from being fucking freezing. You tried to snuggle up deeper into the sleeping bag, all your clothes and a beanie on and the blanket on the top, but you were still cold. You tilted your head up to glance at Frank in the passenger seat, still awake with his jacket on and arms wrapped around himself tight, the occasional puff of his breath misting the air.

"You awake?" You ask, already knowing he was.

"Yeah. You alright?"

"Cold."

"Yeah."

The silence between you seemed to stretch on forever. You pull the blanket tighter around you.

Fuck it. "Uh, if you want, you could come back here, share the blanket? And y'know, body heat will help I guess."

"Thought you couldn't stand my stink?" He throws back at you.

"Well, the cold is kinda trumping that, but it's fine if you don't wanna… just thought it is your stuff after all, don't wanna put you out of your own van."

"Nah, s'good idea." he agrees, climbing into the back with you. You shiver at the initial chill as he lifts the edge of the blanket to lie next to you, your back to his. His jacket is cold against you but after a while you began to warm up, stopping your shivering and finding yourself drifting easily to sleep.

When you wake up it's still dark but you're warm, hot even. As you gradually gain a bit more consciousness you realise that the reason is because Frank has you in a bear hug. He must have turned around in his sleep. His arm is draped over you, big hand splayed over your stomach pulling you impossibly close to him. The only skin contact is his nose at the back of your neck, the warm exhales tickling the light hair there.

It's… pleasant, maybe even something more. He actually smells good. You smile to yourself thinking about the juxtaposition of this killing machine, this angry guard dog let off the chain being a big soft snuggly puppy of a man behind closed doors.

You shift slightly in his hold and then freeze.

Okay, maybe not so soft…

Despite the layers of clothing and a sleeping bag between you, it's unmistakable that it's his cock that's hard and pressing against your ass. You try to rationalise. It's just a normal bodily response after all, but do you dare move? What if he wakes up and it gets awkward, you've got a lot of driving still to do if this snow ever clears…

Any control is taken away from you as Frank stretches momentarily and then wraps you even tighter in his arms, his nose nuzzling into your skin and hips slowly grinding against you with a quiet contented moan. He suddenly stops, pulls away as he wakes and realises where he is, where you are, and what he's doing.

"Shit, fuck…" he turns away from you as he sits up scrubbing his hand over his face. "I'm sorry, I uh… it's uh, been a while since… y'know?"

The blanket rustles softly as you shrug.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" He cuts himself off as his eyes adjust to the darkness, his ears registering the sound of the sleeping bag zip being opened and his gaze finding the smallest glimmer of soft light reflected in your own.

"It's okay. S'been a while for me too," you admit. This might be the stupidest decision you've ever made when it comes to sex, or even when it comes to roadtrips, but you can't seem to override it. Not when he looks at you like that, smells like that, makes you feel like that. He saved your life but you don't think that's all it is.

You slough off your defensive dislike and begin to embrace something that at least feels real.

His face is a picture in the dim snow-reflected light within the van as you reach for him, pulling his warmth and his lips towards you. He's taken aback, but his hand cups your jaw and you find yourself surprised by the tenderness with which his mouth meets your own. You don't waste a second, catching his wrist and guiding him down to palm over your chest, quickly leading his hand under the waistband of your pants so he can feel just how much he's affected you in this short space of time. It's like you're trying not to have the time to think about it. You both carry ghosts from your past that you've never openly shared, but you know, simply from the slight hesitation in his touch even as you urge him on.

The tender kisses soon heat up. "Call me sweetheart again." You breathe against his mouth, and he groans deep as his fingers meet with the wetness at your core. Your own hands explore underneath his jacket, fingers feeling the hard muscle of his chest under his shirt. You reach down to cup his cock through his jeans and then tug at them, moaning as he hurries to unbutton your pants so he can swipe his fingers through your slick folds. His mouth is on your skin, hungry to taste more of you as you scrabble to undo his pants too, urging them and his underwear down just enough to free his gloriously erect cock. He helps you wriggle halfway out of your pants too and now you're jacking each other off like a couple of teenagers, his fingers slippery and desperate over your throbbing clit, and yours covered with sticky precum as you wrap your hand around and stroke him.

"Oh shit…" you whine, as he skillfully brings you closer to the edge, your hips moving against his hand as he watches you. You forget the cold, gasping as he slips a finger inside you, your grip tightening around his cock making him grunt in such a delicious way that you can't help the words spilling from your lips.

"Frank, fuck me, please!" You're begging, you've never begged for anything other than to stay alive, but you need this, you want to feel him inside you, there's nothing else that will satisfy the ache.

He pauses, staring at you like you've just proposed or something. It takes him a hot minute to register what you're saying, but once those words sear into his brain he moves fast, lips sucking and kissing at the skin of your neck like a brand as he yanks your pants all the way down and off, his mouth following. He pushes up your shirt when he gets to the hem, his tongue trailing right up the centerline of your body to your bra where he mouths over the curve of your breasts before pulling down a cup. You arch your back as he takes your peaked nipple between his lips before he continues downward.

You claw at his shoulders as his nose bumps at the front of your underwear, just giving your clit the barest pressure, teasing you instead of giving you what you need, but you soon change your mind as he hooks his fingers under the elastic pulling them off you so he can bury his face in your pussy. He presses your thighs apart, holding you down as your hips try to rise up to meet the mind melting sensation of his tongue on you, in you. You moan, curse, and praise him as he quickly stokes your need and desire into a sharp dense point where you can do nothing else but implode in on yourself, screaming his name as he makes you feel.

He rises from between your thighs, licking his glistening lips with a small smile. It looks good on him.

"You alright, sweetheart?"

"Getting warmer, could be better." You throw back as you catch your breath and return the smile, yanking him back over you and using your feet to help him push his pants all the way off. When you take him in your hand again his gaze flits between your eyes and your mouth, which he claims in a hot kiss as you guide him to you, reveling in the feeling of the head of his thick cock spearing inside your heat.

"God damn." is all he can say, and you can only agree as he repeats it like a mantra as the slow slide of his cock filling and stretching your cunt has your eyes almost rolling back into your head with a long and loud moan.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he rolls his hips into you, the mental and physical battle he's fighting between going slowly, gently, and pounding you fucking senseless is palpable. He's drawing out sounds that you would never even make when you're alone. It might just be because you haven't had any form of touch from anyone for a long time, but you're more certain that it's all him that's making you flustered, hitting all your spots and stripping you down to a bare wire of being with nothing but his soft dark eyes.

That growling, barking, flesh-ripping fighting dog is still there underneath, you can feel how he holds it inside himself, yanking at the chain and always ready to be released when there's a need. The fact that he's driven you out of the city is proof that he actually cares what the fuck happens to you, and that sort of blows your mind. You could have easily gone alone, you were ready to jump on a Greyhound and make your own way but he wouldn't have it. He made you his responsibility. Yeah he was a killer but he was also a protector. Your protector.

He wasn't much of a talker but with his dick buried inside you he's soon gritting out reams of praise that have you clenching around him and mewling as his hand squeezes over the firm curve of your ass.

"Feel so good girl, s'fucking tight…"

You inhale sharply as he reaches between your hot skin to find your clit and ensure that you feel what he's feeling. Your fingernails graze over his scalp and the short hair at the nape of his neck as you pull him even closer, your second orgasm building up fast as he drives into you over and over.

"Ohh, god-"

"That's it sweet thing," he murmurs against your ear as the indescribable feeling of his cock dragging inside has you both on the very edge. "C'mon angel, such a good girl f'me."

You keen at the praise, something he'd unlocked from your subconscious with the simplest key, something even you didn't know you would react to. "Fuck… you're gonna make me-"

Frank feels you start to shake around him, moving his fingers even faster over that swollen little bundle of nerves. It's too much.

"Shit. You feel too fuckin' good, I gotta-" He moves to pull out suddenly and you claw at his ass stopping him before he does, you'll be damned if you don't feel him come inside you.

You whine as he stills. "Fuck! Don't stop, don't fucking stop…"

He looks for your assurance. "You sure? You want this?" his voice is quieter now, wavering. If you say yes he doesn't know that he'll last.

You nod frantically, tilting your hips up, wrapping your arms around his neck, the movement making him groan as you feel like utter heaven around him. He never thought you could be so soft, so open, needy.

The van rocks gently on its suspension as he resumes, every powerful thrust as he's fucking you punching such beautiful sounds from your throat. He can feel every gripping twitch of your perfect cunt as you begin falling apart underneath him, so tight, hot, and wet and quietly begging him to fill you. Your nails dig into the muscle of his huge shoulders and your mouth falls open, thighs tightening their hold around his waist as your moans crest. Don't stop, you told him, and he briefly wonders how he thought he ever could when you feel like this.

"Good girl, fuck- that's my good girl…" it's whispered and desperate, he's barely holding on by a hair.

The possessiveness in his words makes your eyes scrunch up tight and your body open. His cock is hitting you hard right where you need it, the focused touch of his fingers radiating out and burning you up.

"F-frank I-"

You unravel, crying out as you clench around him again and again as torrents of pleasure rip through your entire body. Your eyes fly open, locked on his, determined to witness how he might follow you into bliss. Your hips buck up chasing his own, his harsh warm breath washing over your skin with a deep, sensual moan as he finally lets go, pulsing inside you, not stopping the slowing, stuttering motion of his thrusts until he's given you absolutely everything he's got.

Laying there still entwined, a deep satisfying rumble from Frank's chest breaks the contrasting near-silence as he carefully rolls you on top of him and strokes his fingers lightly over your cheek and along your jaw, sliding them into your hair as his lips brush yours in a soft kiss.

"Frank..." you hum, your forehead resting on his. You can't stop your small nervous giggle as you're still unsure about what this is.

"Yeah." is all he says in return, his hands gliding down over your bare back and your hips, the sleeping bag and blankets forgotten now that inside the van had become a damn sight warmer. The windows with the covering of snow on the outside almost glow through the misting from your body heat on the inside of the glass. It's like you're trapped in a snowglobe. The image soon shatters as your mind clears from the dreamy fog of what you've just done.

"Shit. I-I'm sorry, I know that you-" you start to explain all the reasons that you know this is just a one-time thing, more for yourself than him, but he stops you before you can reel off the excuses.

"Hey," he says, gently catching your chin in his hand and running his fingers lightly over your skin. "We don't need to do all that shit, y'know?"

You can't help looking anywhere but in his eyes.

"Hey, c'mon, it's okay." He repeats.

You wish he wasn't like this, wish he would be colder with you, go back to the sniping, reluctant, thrown-together partnership, or whatever it was you had before. It takes effort but when you manage to meet the warmth of his gaze it feels like something you could get used to looking at.

"Look, it is what it is, yeah? I'm gonna keep you safe, no matter what."

You nod and allow him to pull you close to his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath and the thump of his heart through his ribcage.

"It is what it is," you murmur, your eyes growing heavy as you melt into sleep.

Frank tags:

@divinearchangel @saintmurd0ck @castlesnchurches @mindidjarin @hellskitchenswhore @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @shedaresthedevil @freshabogados

@father4giveme @stress--relief @e-dubbc11 @whistle1whistle @tea-and-wine @emiemiemiii @imherefordeanandbones @phoebe-danvers @munsonownsmyass

#TFC December challenge #frank castle x reader #the punisher x female reader #the punisher smut #frank castle smut #TFC challenge #frank castle x female reader

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Lords of Chaos - Snowfight and a black Christmas - Door.10

warning : fluff, alcohol drinking, throwing a snowball at a bird

The calendar

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cold was nothing new in Norway, even the summers didn't seem unbearably warm. They were rather tepid and rainy. It was frustrating, depressing and damn heavy metal.

The group could hardly wait for the first snowflakes to fly over the land and the city to finally be bathed in white. Because you die faster in the cold, especially when your limbs are freezing and the group could stay at home.

At home where they could drink beer and play music so loudly that icicles broke down the window and even killed a squirrel. But it was the winter they all went outside for the first time.

The winter in which the Black Circle group got a new member. Their dark ruler, Lillith, who was also their Satan's daughter. The girlfriend of the band's founder, vocalist and Black Circle member.

She was the girlfriend of Euronymous, Dead and Faust, a relationship between the four of them that, although strange at first, had settled down between them all. ,,Come on now! It's snowing!" Shouted the young woman from the group who was already standing at the door. She looked at her loved ones as Dead matched the bright white colour of the snow.

The blonde was in no mood at all in the winter months, his mood seemed to sink even more. The black-haired band leader, on the other hand, didn't seem to identify with the cold and let his fingers glide over the guitar - he definitely had other problems.

Faust, on the other hand, seemed almost like a little child as he had already drunk a quarter of the mulled wine and was waiting for it to take effect.

,,Alright, but just for a moment, we still have to practise," the leader said and she gave him a hasty kiss before he pulled Faust and Dead along with him. The three of them stood outside in reasonably packed winter clothes and seemed to be either happy or hating it.

While Faust started to play with his love in the snow, trying to roll up some snow and throw birds in the trees. Euronymous, on the other hand, made a snowman that looked more like it would jump on children and kill them.

,,Aim a little higher, my death," she said to the blond as she was released by Faust, who gave her a slightly tipsy kiss. The mulled wine seemed to make its effect all the more pronounced in the cold.

Dead only gave a short nod and she rubbed his arms a little, he was even colder than usual and yet she knew he didn't mind. Not yet. ,,You see, it works," she said as he actually wiped out a bird that staggered dazedly and flew away.

She saw the hint of a smile on his lips and she gave him a kiss on the head. She knew that beneath his snow-white, ice-cold skin, the blush on his cheeks was flushing. Going to Euronymous with a snowball, she lightly threw it at him. She saw how he smirked and yet looked at his work.

The snowman looked like Satan and the sticks that represented the horns made her laugh. ,,Really creative, my love," she said, leaning against him and feeling his kiss on her cheek. Watching her favourite people in winter, she knew it was working. That she would make this Christmas a black metal one. Including trashy Christmas love for her three boyfriends.

But the three of them knew when Faust started talking to the snowman that he had definitely had enough snow, alcohol and winter. Instead, Dead and Euronymous took the brown-haired man between them and their love opened the door for the three of them before heading towards the kitchen.

She decided to make four hot chocolates before she gathered marshmallows from the cupboard and sat down on the couch with her beloved.

They all snuggled together under several warm blankets as they flicked through the flickering TV and savoured their hot chocolate. The Black Metal winter was a complete success after all.

#lords of chaos #lords of chaos 2018 #rory culkin #valter skarsgård #jack kilmer #euronymous #dead x reader #faust x reader #advent calendar

[fayes-fics]

Moments: Picnic

Moments Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Just a little lakeside picnic moment.

Beautiful moodboard above by @margowritesthings

Warning: none… just fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

Authors note: This is just a throwaway/little nothing fluffy scene set in the Moments universe that kept buzzing around my head, so I wrote it out. Inspired by the idea of BeneDad spending a daddy-daughter day out in nature with his little girls. This is set about a year after Epilogue 2 (summer 1826).

You shelter your eyes from the sun as you sit in the grass by the lake, watching Benedict walking back hand-in-hand with Amelia and Isobel. They have spent a few hours out in the woods, foraging and exploring while you have been reading.

“What are these again, daddy?” Amelia asks, twisting to look up at him as she clutches a beautiful little bunch of blue wildflowers.

“Those, my heart, are forget-me-nots,” he explains with a smile. “Aren’t they beautiful? They symbolise true love and respect. Why don’t you give them to mummy? Say they are from you, Isobel and me,” he stoops to whisper conspiratorially into her ear. 

She lets go of his hand and scampers ahead towards you. Her gait is carefree, her white dress glowing in the sun, the hem bouncing around her knees as she giggles and runs along the grassy lakeside.

“Mummy, mummy, mummy,” she tumbles breathlessly onto your outstretched legs, “Daddy says these are for you. From us.”

“Oh, thank you, Amelia, they are so beautiful,” you compliment, taking the bundle and patting her hair. “Take off your boots to sit on the blanket, my dear. Did you learn lots of things out in the woods with daddy?” You query as she curls up in your lap and wrestles off her little laced-up leather boots, flinging them away and then snatching a strawberry from the picnic you have laid out for their return.

“Yes!! We saw a family of red squirrels. And a heron's nest! It was almost as big as me!” She exclaims, throwing her hands high as she reaches for another strawberry.

“Would you like a sandwich instead, Amelia?” You gesture at the pile of triangular sandwiches Mrs Crabtree had prepared for your little lakeside feast.

“Cheese!” She exclaims happily as she abandons the strawberry on the blanket and reaches for one, mashing it slightly in her enthused grip.

Just then, Isobel and Benedict arrive, removing their boots and dropping onto the blanket to join you. Benedict brushes a kiss on your lips, sitting down next to you.

“How was your reading time, my love?” His tone gentle.

“It was wonderful. So very peaceful. How was your afternoon with your daughters out in nature?” You pluck a burr off his shirt near his shoulder, your fingers lingering there, enjoying the feel of his warm skin under the thin cotton layer.

“They are perfect little exploration partners.” He smiles indulgently, then looks over at Isobel, who has sat down neatly cross-legged and is happily helping herself to a glass of apple juice. “My sweet, show mummy everything you foraged.” 

She tilts the basket and points out the foraged items one by one—pine cones, fern fronds, some feathers and unusual leaves. “I'm going to make some art with them,” she states, and you can see out of the corner of your eye the pride on your husband's face, so happy that she loves to create as much as he does.

“I'm going to write a story about the big heron,” Amelia asserts, pulling all attention to her. “You will all have to act out the story with me. I will be the pretty heron, of course,” she crows, deadly serious in her dedication to the craft. “Mummy, you can be the red squirrel that I make friends with. Daddy, you can be, hmm, you can be a big fish that I catch and eat for my dinner.”

Benedict laughs happily and nods, accepting his assigned role in Amelia’s play.

“What about me? What about me?” Isobel cries indignantly, leaning to pick up a sandwich, not wanting to be left out.

“You can be a tree,” Amelia offers with a shrug, reaching for the strawberry she abandoned earlier.

“I don't want to be a tree,” Isobel pouts between chews.

“Well, you can't be the heron; that's my part,” Amelia frowns.

“Amelia, what if Isobel is the squirrel?” you offer to placate them, ”I will be the tree.”

“Hmm, alright,” Amelia concedes.

“What about James and Thomas? Do they get parts?” Isobel inquires, ever the family diplomat.

Amelia looks thoughtful for a moment then her eyes light up. “James can be an owl; he can sit on mummy’s shoulder. And… and Thomas can be a wiggly worm!! By mummy’s feet!” She giggles loudly.

As the girls eat their picnic and debate the detailed narrative of the heron and the squirrel's adventure, you turn to Benedict.

“Thank you, my love,” you say solemnly.

“Whatever for?” his forehead wrinkling in puzzlement. 

“For giving our girls this,” you gesture at them as they gesticulate and grab things from their foraging basket to fuel the story they are now co-creating. “This memorable day—look at the stories it has inspired in them. They truly are creative little souls, and I don’t think that comes from me,” you demure, “that’s all you, Benedict.”

He looks at you with such devotion you have to swallow hard and look away briefly.

“Do you know why I told Amelia to pick those for you?” Your gaze back to him as he nods to the bunch of forget-me-nots you still hold.

“Tell me,” you breathe, unable to look away from his handsome face.

“They represent a promise,” he begins, touching one of the tiny blooms, “that the person you give them to will always be in your thoughts, even when you are apart for a few moments. They are considered a symbol of fidelity and faithfulness from the giver. I couldn’t think of a better flower for you, my darling,” he ends quietly, his hand moving to cover yours, his eyes soft. 

“You utter menace,” you whisper, your eyes welling with happy tears; you swipe one away from the corner of your eye and lean against him with an affectionate bump.

“I love you too,” he chuckles, turning his head to kiss your temple.

“Fish don’t kiss trees, Daddy,” Amelia scowls over at you both, breaking your intimate moment, annoyed you are pulling focus from her theatrical musings.

“No, but maybe… they nibble on heron's toes!!” Benedict exclaims and suddenly pounces on his youngest daughter, pretending to nibble at her feet as she rolls around, squirming and squealing in the grass with laughter. “And squirrels, too!” he cries, pulling Isobel into the melee.

“Mummy!!” Isobel shrieks, “come rescue us from the big scary Daddy fish!!”

“I'm but a tree,” you laugh loudly. “I'm rooted to the spot, girls. You will have to face the big scary Daddy fish alone.”

You watch as the three of them peal with laughter and roll around in the grass, strawberries somehow being mashed into their clothing so there are bright pink spots on their dresses. Isobel eventually breaks free and drops into your lap.

“I'm safe on the Mummy tree!” she pronounces, winded.

“Me too! Me too!” Amelia yells and barrels into you, knocking you over. 

“Oof!” you exclaim, suddenly staring up at the azure blue summer sky, forget-me-nots now tickling the underside of your chin.

The girls clamber off you and run excitedly towards the sound of a carriage approaching, likely their visiting grandmother Violet returning from her day out with James and now two-year-old Thomas. Your field of vision is then filled with a husband-shaped face, almost a silhouette in the dazzling sunshine above. 

“Mummy tree is felled—oh dear,” he murmurs, shooting that crooked grin that melts your insides.

“Oh dear indeed,” you retort with a matching expression. “Are you going to help me up?”

“Hmmm, not yet,” he declares, a fingertip tracing your cheekbone softly. “My mother may have afforded us just a couple of moments of peace alone together,” he adds, raising an eyebrow.

“Has she indeed?” you return coyly, eyes fluttering closed as warm lips trace where his finger had just been.

“Yes, how would you like to spend that time, Mrs Bridgerton?” he simpers, delicately removing the flowers from your grasp and placing them aside.

“Just like this,” you hum, grabbing his jaw to bring your mouths together, powerless to his charms even after seven years of marriage.

Some picnic moments are very precious indeed.

Benedict taglist: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @colettebronte @aintnuthinbutahounddog @severewobblerlightdragon @margofiore @writergirl-2001 @heeyyyou @enichole445 @enchantedbytomandhenry @ambitionspassionscoffee @chaoticcalzoneranchsports @nikaprincessofkattegat @baebee35 @crowleysqueenofhell @bridgertontess @fiction-is-life @lilacbeesworld @angels17324 @broooookiecrisp @queen-of-the-misfit-toys @eleanor-bradstreet @divaanya

Moments only taglist: @queenofshinigamis @khaleesjj @starslibrary @magical-spit @honeylovemoon @justwant2read8421

#benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton fluff #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x female reader #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton fluff #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x female reader #bridgerton #moments universe

[huitzilinthebudgie3]

Nuestra Flor

Summary : Marc had a shitty day…and suddenly there's a Baby waiting at his doorstep………

What's Marc gonna do ? What's a guy to do ?

Notes : I know it's kinda out of order but , my minds kinda like a squirrel and this is kinda theraputic for me. I hope you guys like it , because it's not really what is seen in Para ti Papa..this is just a bit into how i think Marc , Steven and possibly Jake would've handled raising a baby girl.

And i know it's not mentioned but , it is not as canon to the show as it should be…i caught it and Steven and Marc know about eachother….but Jake is still hidden.

So it'll be interesting …..

 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Marc was having a shitty day , he was getting home from work. He had to make dinner before Layla got home …he had laundry…a room and bed to clean ….he sighed slumping down onto the couch down and someone was ringing the doorbell. He frowned and sighed walking over to said door as he opened it glancing around to find it empty. Before he was met with small coos…he blinked at the small bundle wrapped in a bright red soft blanket that was wrapped with a teal and gold quilt that supported the baby in the carrier. The baby was blowing raspberries and cooing to itself as it stared at him with a curious look before giggling and kicking it’s small plush toy out of the carrier. 

Marc frowned, leaning down to read the note on the baby’s lap, as the baby babbled at him reaching out to touch him as he shrunk back and read the note that had a birth certificate. Social Security and all the paperwork that a baby its age would need to travel.

The note made Marc glance from the note back to the baby as he repeated the action twice before sighing deeply “There is no way , your mine” he murmured before flipping to the next page with a full blown paternity test confirming that he was indeed the father of said baby.

He sighed as he shut the door and getting ready to call the cops to take the baby as he threw the papers down. Well as soon as the door closed , the speed and sound of the old heavy door was enough to make a loud slamming noise that apparently startled the baby as it began wailing at the top of their lungs. 

His already shitty day was much worse as it didn’t stop after 5 minutes..nor 10 mins or 15..and at 20 it did stop but , he was curious so sue him. He opened the door to find the baby sniffling as it whined for the small plush. The baby according to her birth certificate was around 4 months old , and according to the note…sent to him as a last resort. To let the little one to get to know her father, as her mother apparently (Shitty mother in Marc’s opinion) couldn’t keep her and knew she deserved better. 

So he sighed grabbing his keys to at the very least leave her at the Fire Station. Give her a chance to live a normal life with whichever family member was written on the letter. 

And he was mind made up , on the steps of the fire station when the baby babbled softly reaching out with big wide brown eyes touching his hand before giggling at his attention and fixed him with a toothy smile (as much as a 4 month old could manage). 

 Fate has a really crazy way of throwing you hurdles…for Marc it was Steven fronting as soon as the baby touched his hand. Emotionally he couldn’t handle the idea of his blood in the broken system possibly suffering just as much as he did to someone not related to her or even getting dealt a worse hand as he sighed mentally letting Steven take the reigns. So he decided to take her to a family member and ensure she was safe with said family member. 

*2 weeks later*

It was interesting that the baby had appropriate traveling documents , as he stared at the baby . He’d purchased a set of clothes for it according to age and food, it didn’t like the car. He was currently in a diner eating breakfast as the baby cooed happily in his direction …so far other than being car-sick or teething it seemed , it wasn’t a very cry crybaby. 

“Aww she’s cute , how old is she ?” Marc quirked a brow “4 months ?” he said as the waitress hummed “Oh i’ll just wait for your mama , pumpkin” she smiled booping her nose as the baby yawned stretching out to bat at her toys hanging from the handle “Oh just us , we’re heading to visit mama” he explained. 

The waitress nodded, taking his order as he stared at the baby again “Don’t go getting attached , half-pint. You're going straight back to your mom or whoever's at this address” he said firmly as the baby giggled and kicked in excitement. She babbled in excitement but not yet having the articulation to quite form cohort sentences. 

Steven was strongly against taking the baby back to her other family members or back to her own mother. He also called the baby by its name clearly looking to get attached in his opinion. 

Marc sighed distracted by his ringing phone that had Layla’s contact…ringing and eventually stopping as another voicemail found it’s way into his contacts. In the grand age of 2008 , this baby couldn’t have chosen a worse time to make their presence known. He glared wondering exactly where this baby came from , Steven had no recollection of being with someone or even getting intimate…which Marc confirmed …as Steven ..had yet to get a girlfriend. 

And Marc had only been with Layla for months…except the kidnapped…and drunken portion of the…past few months before Layla had saved him. 

…..

…..

…..

… And suddenly this small being before him made sense…clearly he’d been with someone..he’d put that together a few days ago……………..

But how the hell was he going to explain that one ? To his wife , when it’d been his fault to begin with that he’d taken and more so that ….*sigh* he didn’t have time for this.

The small little being was cute..he had to give her credit for that “Flora..what kinda name is that ?” he murmured as the baby cooed at that reaching out for him “Flora…you look more like a y/n …but i’m not keeping ya..so thats that” he sighed drinking the black coffee as she blew a raspberry his way. 

*2 months later*

He finally found the mother of the baby , he was currently trying to talk her into keeping the baby….but she ignored him and kept walking. Refusing to acknowledge him before he set the baby down “Hey i returned her ! I’m married , you psycho !” the woman quirked a brow…she was beautiful in way that was different to Marc.And it hurt Marc…for some unknown reason…well at the time…that he could see how torn she was as she squated down and caressed the baby's cheek. Cooing words of love and affection as the baby giggled , knowing the face and kindness of her mother as she reached out ..probably craving it from a lack of it in a month. He could tell that her soul was hurting as she glared at him “I can’t keep her…she’s your responsibility now.” she said firmly “You must swear that she must never been an avatar” she said softly as Marc snorted “I’m an avatar smart ass” the woman rolled her eyes “Pues si pendejo ! I’m talking about Khonshu…Khonshu has a soft spot. He has no relation to her outside of her being your daughter. My deity is related distantly …and unlike Khonshu…she will never be able to be free of mine. I do not give her to you lightly!” the woman yelled as the baby cried out at that as the woman sighed deeply. 

Her anger melting away as she picked her up briefly rocking her gently muttering a small lullaby , Marc presumed as she walked over to him “I can’t have her live my life. And i can tell her soul and heart will be kind…she will be unable to deny her birthright” she sighed softly “And as much i want to keep her and see the person she grows into…i can’t…she can’t be tied to me . I fear he’ll be able to claim her” she said softly “So take , my sweet little flor. And grow her into the strong little rose bush that she will be” she said softly as tears dripped down her cheeks “Because i know my father will , and if you want he can help..but as the current avatar until i have a child or i die..i’ll be the avatar of my god” she sniffled setting the baby into his arms. 

Marc hadn’t even realized that he was crying until the woman kissed their daughter cheek and left apologizing once again. 

*2 months later*

Marc sighed as he sat in his and Steven’s shared apartment …he let Steven front over…and so far so good. He helped from time to time…and they had the baby and were going to try and get used to her and the idea of her before bringing Layla into this…because it was a pretty fucked situation no matter how you spun it…….

And the baby just barfed on herself…sigh…whelp enough journaling for today. 

Talk to you soon , Baby Girl. 

I hope you know I love you , and even if i’m not around…and if our start together wasn’t the greatest…i love you , bud…

….My Y/n

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾

End Notes :

Thank you again for reading , let me know if you like it.

Here's a link to my AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/users/Huitzilinthebudgie

And have a wonderful day or night :)

#moon knight x reader #my masterlist #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector #moonknight #khonshu x reader #o.c #khonshu #BABY!READER #BABY! OC NAME

[banes-favourite]

How often do you think Gortash got sick(as in caught a cold or flu or something) as a child? Did his parents treat him the same as they would any other day or were they a bit less harsh or even possibly more harsh on him when he was sick?

Do you think he ever had the misfortune of getting sick while in the House of Hope? I imagine there's also the possibility of him getting sick while in the House of Hope due to a wound getting infected while it was healing since the cells don't look like they'd be kept that clean

Also just as a bonus durgetash thing: Imagine Gortash getting sick during the time he was working with Durge, and Durge attempts to take care of him. Maybe even going as far as making him something like some sort of dwarf-meat stew to attempt to get him to eat(I specified dwarf meat because in-game it seems to be mentioned as Durge's favourite, and it's just kind of cute to imagine Durge trying to feed Gortash something made using their favourite food in order to make him feel better). No idea if Gortash would willingly eat it, but maybe Durge doesn't tell him what's in it until afterwards or he's either sick enough or feels so touched by the effort Durge put in that he eats it even if normally he wouldn't want to

(cw for injury)

Hmm I think he would have been a relatively sickly child tbh, and his parents would do the bare minimum to help just so they wouldn't lose the help around the shop. Once he gets older though, he learns not to bother them when it happens because all he'll get is yelled at for 'allowing himself to get sick in the first place' so he just learns to tough it out. It does strengthen his immune system tho.

But you're right, I imagine although they mostly inflicted brute force type abuse on him, there were quite a lot of open wounds on his body, especially his face. One of them was bound to get infected eventually because yeah I doubt the slaves' personal hygiene was a priority. I think he got sick from them like twice during his time there, the first time wasn't quite so bad, a cut on his cheek got infected and he was swollen like a squirrel for like a week. Thankfully he got over that one on his own.

But it's hard to imagine he was always lucky. I think the second time would have happened when he was around 13 and it got bad. Nubaldin thought it funny to test a new knife on him and he cut a pretty big gash on his leg. It definitely needed stitches so Gortash managed to do them himself with some rusty ass needle and thread he found and honestly if he hadn't, his muscles would have stretched out dangerously just from his walking around. Obviously though the wound got infected so badly that only a few days later he was feeling tired, throwing up, couldn't breathe or speak or get out of bed. He developed sepsis and spent like two full days unable to do anything but rot helplessly in his cell, skin pale as fuck, cold to the touch even if he was in literal Avernus, fighting for his very life. Honestly if Raphael hadn't found him and healed him, he would have died. (adding to his twisted view of his abuser bc he was soo grateful to him). After that he took extra care of his open wounds.

I love the durgetash idea, your brain is huge. Durge 100% would make him a dwarf soup just to laugh at his expression when he told him afterwards. Unfortunately for him, a very sick and tired-of-his-shit Gortash would just thank him and comment that it wasn't as bad as he'd thought. Then Durge would tell him to fuck off as he drapes a blanket over him and brings him a hot coffee and threatens to gut him if he doesn't get at least 7 hours of sleep.

#anon #asks #bg3 #gortash #enver gortash #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate #bg3 gortash #durgetash #durge #bg3 durge #the dark urge