#Call In Requests

[playstation-dreamcast]

oh my goddddd wesker nose scrunch so cute... i love when his nose scrunches... the scruncherrr... its like cats scuntching...

requesting something where he receives a lil smoocha on his cute nosie please king 🤲

Anything for you my fellow king 💜✨

Couple: Wesker x GN Reader

Summary: Wesker just wants to try and get some work done, but that's easier said than done when you keep staring at him like that

Tw: Absolutely zero this is pure, unfiltered fluff

It was a perfectly, rainy, dreary day. The kind of stormy weather that lent itself well to curling up on a couch with a fluffy blanket to watch your favorite movie. Or- in your case- sitting in the plush armchair in Weskers office, watching him type away on his computer. It was a Saturday, a day he claimed to be his day off. But, Wesker never really quit working. Even when he was relaxing his mind never really calmed down.

He looked at you from just over the top of his monitor. “You don’t have to sit here and watch me,” He said, “I can’t imagine it’s very entertaining.”

You hummed softly, “I disagree,” You shrugged, “I’m very entertained.” 

The typing stopped for a half a second while he looked at you again. He scrutinized you, the ball of fluff with a bright pair of eyes blinking up at him. He huffed, then went back to work. “I’m honored you find me so amusing.” He sneered, but it didn’t have the venom wasn’t as potent as it normally is, and it didn’t really reach his eyes. Truth be told, he wasn’t as against the company as he would have liked you to believe. 

For as much as he analyzed you, you studied him right back. You were waiting for it, zeroed in on his nose. You could never convince him to agree, but you had always found Albert to be absolutely adorable- a word he detested. Handsome? Yes, of course. Dashing? Absolutely he was. Charming, suave, charismatic, beautiful, hell- he’d even accept pretty over adorable. He didn’t like the soft connotations that came with the word.

Even so, you stood by it. There were times when Wesker reminded you of a cat. Aloof and apathetic- until he very much wasn’t. He could be as clingy as he was independent. It wasn’t just that though, there were characteristics about him that we’re very catlike too. The eyes were an obvious one, but there was also his sharp, sleek features, his natural grace.

And his nose. You watched as Wesker came across something that displeased him- whether it be a mistake or otherwise- and there it was. The money shot. His nose scrunched up in annoyance, like a cat that had smelled something unfamiliar. It was a familiar look on him, and one you never failed to find absolutely adorable. It drew a giggle out of you.

Which once again drew his attention to you. He looked back up at you. “Yes?” He asked. 

You shook your head. “Nothing.” you smiled. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, clearly not buying it. But, he had bigger fish to fry, and went back to his computer. He’s not typing anymore, just scrolling with his head resting on his fist. Most likely reading a report. His nose scrunched up again, more intense this time, no doubt due to a gross misspelling. And you laughed again, a light fluffy laugh.

He leaned back in his chair this time to look at you. “Care to tell me what’s so funny?” 

You shook your head. “No.” 

He scrunched his nose up again, and you couldn’t help the laugh it pulled from you. Even if he was so displeased. “I don’t suggest testing my patience, Dearheart.” He warned, the dark edge to his tone finally pulling you to your feet. 

You wrapped the blanket around your arms as you padded over to his chair. You stood over him, a very unfamiliar position for the two of you considering his impressive size. He wasn’t worried about it though, merely looking up at you. 

“Yes?” He asked. 

You smiled, and leaned down, gently kissing the tip of his nose. He blinked up at you once, twice, three times, head micro shaking as he backed up. No matter how gentle you were with Albert, he never seemed to fully understand such delicate affection, and he never knew how to react to it.

So you kissed his nose again, this time making an exaggerated kiss sound as you did so. This seemed to bring him back, a soft reset if you will. 

He scoffed at you, rolling his eyes as he turned back to his work. Only you would dare to boop the nose of a hungry tiger. “Of everything in this world, I think the one thing I think I’ll never understand is how your mind works.” He muttered. You simply shrugged, happy with your small show of affection.

You tried to return to your seat in the armchair, but Albert was faster. He wasted no time in pulling you into his lap, holding you close while he continued to work. 

[softaestluv]

I've been thinking about this for a while, but could you write a drabble or something about Simon's reaction to you trying to sleep on the couch after a fight?

Would he be mad and fight with you more or drag you to bed or silently let you sleep on the couch??

lmk × ×

It’s rare the two of you fight.

Argue? Sure.

Purposefully annoy each other? Definitely. Simon loves crawling under your skin just so he can watch you ride your frustrations out on his cock. He can’t help it, you’re cute.

But fighting? Petty comments, growling harsh words at each other, suffocating tension, silent treatment, and stubborn avoidance? You and Simon don’t do that.

Simon admits, he’s not exactly the easiest person to date, but you’re incredibly patient with him, even when he’s not communicating the way you need him to.

He’s a work in progress.

So, when you walk out of the shower, tugging on one of his oversized shirts, he thinks you’ll crawl into bed next to him like always. Instead, you grab your pillow, an extra blanket, and leave the room. Riley follows behind you, his own dog betraying him.

You have to be teasing, trying to teach him some lesson, remind him what it feels like to sleep in an empty bed if he doesn’t straighten up. He should be the one out there, sleeping in the dog house.

He lets you lay out there for exactly 12 minutes.

When he scoops you up, you pretend you’re asleep. Even when he lays you down on your side of the bed and slides in, you keep up the act.

“Oy,” He grumbles, pinching your cheek lightly, “I know you’re awake, dove.”

A breath of a smile twitches at the corners of your lips, but you turn your face into the pillow. No problem, he hoists you in his lap easy enough, pressed against the bed frame, and rests his hands on your spread thighs.

“Why the bloody hell you sleepin’ out there?”

You scowl at him, “Don’t wanna sleep with you.”

“No?” He tilts his head, smoothing his palms under your, his, shirt, “Why not, pretty girl?”

“Mad at you.”

He huffs a laugh, “Wearin’ my shirt, but don’t wan’ sleep with me?”

You start to peel the shirt off begrudgingly, but he swats your hands away, holding you in place with his thumb on your chin.

“ ‘nough of that. What kinda man d’ya think I am? Letting my bird sleep on a bloody sofa.” He says, “Send me out there.”

“But your feet hang off the edge.” You frown and it tightens his chest, even when you’re mad you’re thinking of his comfort.

He’d wake up with a hunched back and cramped legs if it made you happy.

“Exactly, ‘ts why we both belong right here.” He pats the mattress, scooting back down the bed to lay down, holding you against his chest. He presses his lips against the crown of your head, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

[guhbwuh]

Oooh could I please request Price doing a dad sneeze? You know the really loud, aggressive ones. Some friends were talking about their dads today XD thanks!

was giggling the entire time drawing this.

[ink-n-shadow]

Being knotted in John’s lap as he mumbles that he’s gonna breed you full of his babies right here in his office

(Or literally any of them bc 🫠🫠)

Or your boys rubbing their faces in your neck before they go to work in the morning bc they’ll be damned if they don’t go to work smelling like you

the second idea is so adorable heLLO???

SCENTING

𝜗𝜚 the one about how the pack!141 scents you (almost) every day

𝜗𝜚 pairing: packforce!141 x omega!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: slight smut at the end (minors���DNI), scenting, kissing/sucking scent glands, fingering (reader!receiving), allusions to threesome at the end

it would become so routine and mundane for the five of you, something that came almost as natural to you as breathing.

the routine would begin at around 4 in the morning when john begins stirring in bed, mumbling out your name as his hands pat around the mattress and other bodies for you. once he found you (which was curled up with johnny, most of the time), he’d tug you against him, instinctively burying his face into the side of your throat and nudging your scent gland with the tip of his nose. he would lap at it, give it a bite or two, smother it in soft almost feathery kisses, anything to make your sugary sweet scent stick to his skin.

and once john’s had his fill and gets out of bed to amble downstairs for coffee and a cigar, simon’s coming up from behind, tugging your back against his chest and holding your throat in the palm of his hand as he immediately attaches himself to your gland. he’s more primal in his movements than john is, taking long (almost lewd) drawn out sniffs from your neck as he rubs his stubbled cheeks in the smell of you. (he may or may not dip his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear, sliding through the wetness there before bringing his fingers up to lap at hungrily. but hey! at least he makes you come!)

seeing you whimpering and slack across the mattress is what makes kyle move over in bed, gathering your now jellied form into his arms and pushing your head into the crook of his neck. because kyle’s a beta, there is no scent gland for you to nuzzle into, but the smell of soap and lotion on his skin is enough to have you further relaxing in his arms, head still spinning and clit still throbbing beneath your underwear.

johnny only scoots over in the bed and cuddles up with you from behind when he notices the lack of body heat against him, making him whine sleepily and paw at the mattress until he finds you against kyle. by now, you’re drowning in the different scents covering your skin, not to mention the new scent of arousal and slick festering between your thighs. johnny finds comfort in them all, which immediately has his brain feeling dumbed and his cock twitching to attention.

if it’s not too late, johnny will let you ride him, with kyle in front of you and guiding your movements with his large hands pawing at your hips. if it is too late, then kyle’s drawing johnny out of bed with promises of a blowie in the shower

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[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[luvbabydoll]

Hi! You wanted requests? What about "innocent" Reader making Konig cum in his pants by "innocently" sitting on his lap and wiggling around to get "comfortable" on a car ride. Bumpy road***

you're squeezed into the backseat of a packed suv, the mission debrief droning on as the vehicle rumbles over a rough dirt road. könig's next to you, his massive frame taking up half the seat, thighs spread wide enough that you're practically forced to slide onto his lap to make room. "sorry," you mumble, all soft and shy, trying to sound polite as you wiggle, adjusting yourself to get comfy. you don’t even notice how your hips roll right over his groin, the tight space making every little movement press you closer.

he grunts, low and rough, gloved hands gripping the seat beneath him like he’s trying to anchor himself. "s’fine," he mutters, voice strained, but you feel the way his body tenses, the way his breathing hitches. the road’s uneven, each bump jostling you, making you bounce lightly against him. you’re oblivious, just trying to find a spot that doesn’t feel so cramped, shifting side to side, your soft weight rubbing against him in a slow, unintentional grind.

"this road’s awful," you say with a little laugh, turning your head to glance at him, all innocent eyes and flushed cheeks from the heat of the car. you don’t see how his jaw clenches under the mask, how his eyes squeeze shut for a second. another sharp bump, and you grip his knee for balance, your ass pressing harder into his lap. he lets out a choked sound, barely muffled, and you think he’s just annoyed at the tight space.

but then you feel it—something stiff, twitching under you, unmistakable even through the layers of tactical gear. könig’s hands fly to your hips, gripping hard to stop your movements. "stop… moving," he growls, voice thick, almost desperate. you freeze, confused, tilting your head like you don’t understand why he sounds so wrecked.

"sorry, am i squishing you?" you ask, all sweet concern, shifting just a tiny bit to look at him better, and he sucks in a sharp breath, hips jerking up before he can stop himself. his grip tightens, bruising, and you’re still clueless, thinking he’s just uncomfortable. but the road bumps again, hard, and your body jolts with it, dragging you right over the bulge in his pants.

he’s done for. a low, broken groan rumbles out, his whole body locking up as he cums right there, soaking through his pants under you. you blink, feeling the sudden warmth, the way he’s trembling beneath you, and finally put it together. "oh," you gasp, cheeks burning, but you don’t dare move, not with his hands still clamped on your hips, his chest heaving like he’s run a marathon.

"don’t… say a word," he mutters, voice hoarse, refusing to look at you. you bite your lip, still perched on his lap, the road still bouncing you both as the car rolls on, and you can’t help the tiny, nervous giggle that slips out. innocent, sure, but you’re not that clueless.

[violenceenthusiast]

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[keferon]

I brought you more snow bots:D

Dratchet for ChocoboKei

SkyStar for Astriar

I gave Skyfire the puffiest softest winter clothes I could. He is a walking marshmallow at this point lol

Texaid hide and seek for Myst. Because this is definitely how normal couples play hide and seek. Designs heavily based on disformer’s art

[cvntroach5000]

LaDS men vs Orange Peel Theory

Xavier

• "Xavier, can you peel this orange for me?"

• "Of course!"

• No hesitation, all enthusiasm to do something for his babygirl. Very good boy.

Zayne

• You don't need to say anything, just place an orange next to him, nudge it in his direction and his muscle memory will take over and he'll peel it without even realising he's doing it.

• Reliable, locked in, responds without verbal prompt. Green flag king.

Sylus

• "Sylus, can you peel this orange for me?"

• "Sure. Do you need anything else? Are you hungry? I can call the chef or if you ask nicely, I'll make something myself."

• Not very good at the actual orange peeling part, compensates by going above and beyond. Attentive, happy to serve. Husband material.

Rafayel

• Uh... So here's the thing; if you catch him in the right mood and ask in the right way... Yeah, he'll do it!

• However, this man would debone a fish for you anytime. Which is exponentially harder??

• All in all, it's a win. He's just built different. Ocean diva exclusive.

Caleb

• LMAOOOOOO

• He literally cheated death for you, of course he'll peel your fucking orange.

• . . .

• The orange might have drugs in it though, so be careful.

• Least you could ask for, really, he'd do much, much worse bigger things for you. Easy peasy. 11/10.

[skyrigel]

Simon who's known for his dry sarcasm and bland remarks, it doesn't matter what one says to him. It's his natural instinct at this point — to jab back or give a solid burn.

So it happened like this, he was injured after one of the mission, minor wounds, one misplaced bone from wrong landing, but it was the hollow eyed look, the roughed up and neglected state that made you double take over the lieutenant.

“Oh god,” you muttered under your breath, pressing the syringe up in air to check its ejection, “You look terrible !”

The last part was directed on him. Simon whose eyes were pinned on your back moved ever so slightly when you turned around.

“So do you.” He said like the words were placed on his mouth tip and were uttered as soon as his lips parted.

The statement wasn't wrong entirely, there has been shortage on staff and so it's only you and a handful of other nurses over the double hour shifts.

You glanced back at him, regarding, and assessed the minor wounds and some of which were not at all minor whatever the Lieutenant Riley had insisted on to the poor Doctor who was very happy leave him at that and assign the rest to you, a count of stiches and tablets and x-ray sheet rolled through your mind, unaware of the way Simon was biting his lips and looking very alerted. Like he was practicing something in his head.

“I didn't mean it.” He said quietly.

“mmm” You sat beside him, looking for the certain nerve and angling the syringe carefully over the pale wrist.

“I didn't mean it,” Simon said again, all hesitancy gone now replaced with a blazing edge, dragging his gaze along with you.

You could've laughed upon the urgency he said it with, the desperation came off in supersonic waves.

“I know, Simon.” You smiled kindly to his sincerest eyes. The sharp tip penetrating under his skin and emptying transparent vitals into his body.

“I think yer very gorgeous.” He blurted out and was torn between looking away or never letting go, at last he lowered his eyes where you applied little pressure oved his hand to redirect the circulation.

You pressed the gauze with eyes only on him, a sweet shy smile blooming across your exhausted face. “alright, rest now.”

And he did just as he was told. Probably the first time ever.

The last time he'd said, “I would rather rest in peace, than here.” And the doctor who had just dropped the bullet back on grey tray was horrified enough to ask whereabouts of the anthesia guy ASAP.

So if a certain nurse happened to smile throughout the thirteen hour shift, and if a certain soldier was thinking of ways he could end up in medical infirmary again. Then it was purely coincidence.

Masterlist

[sugaredquillink]

your neighbor johnny is an avid reader…

soap request for @ceilidho <3

and a little bonus

[hurrraaid]

I got a few requests on bs for soap in ghosts hoodie so here we go.

[softaestluv]

this is a weird ask, you can ignore this if you are uncomfortable of course, but could you write simon or really anyone from tf141 x a reader who doesnt have a stereotypical “pretty pussy” or “pornstar pussy” and is insecure about it?

hi! I don’t think this is a weird question at all!! I think most people don’t have a ‘porn star’ pussy, it’s quite literally their job to have a pretty pussy lmao! But I digress

Next (for Price, Johnny, & Gaz)

Simon would be the most understanding about an insecurity like this. He’s covered in scars and burns, wears a balaclava, doesn’t like pictures, hides most of himself behind clothing and being aloof. He might be a little self-conscious himself, probably doesn’t think he’s all that conventionally handsome with all the cuts and gashes melded into his face, the leathery texture of his burn scars.

Maybe there was a time when he did think he was handsome, but that was when he was younger, before everything happened to him.

But now? He gets nervous taking his shirt off in intimate settings, keeps the balaclava on most of the time to keep himself covered, and you don’t push him.

Instead, you try your best to make him understand that his worth is more than the blemishes and scars that adorn his body— that he is more than his appearance.

Simon is a little shocked when he finds out the real reason you keep avoiding sex with him, especially since you’re so kind to him, treat him like he hung the moon and the stars despite how he looks. Quite surprised when it seems you do everything in your power to make him feel comfortable and confident.

Maybe you have a full bush that you can’t keep tamed, hyperpigmentation around your thighs and vulva, or your labia minora hangs a little lower than your labia majora.

Why the fuck would he care about any of that?

He doesn’t.

You’re beautiful to him in every aspect, graceful, ethereal; the most heavenly person he’s ever laid eyes on, and there’s nothing you could possibly say or do to change that.

Anxiety stung your chest, digging indents into Simon’s shoulders to hide the fact that your fingers were trembling lightly, to ground yourself from the fact that his fingers were curled under your skirt. Pressed right up against the top of your leg, thumb snug on the inside of your thigh, within a breathes inch of your pussy.

You had clamped them shut as soon as he began to brush soft strokes against it; he thought you were just sensitive, but you were doing everything in your power to stop him dead in his tracks, keep his thumb as far from your pussy as possible. But he was stronger than you, and he slipped past your thigh muscle easily, found your pussy just as soon as it left.

It felt good, god, did it feel good, but your stomach swooped low, and not in the good way. Your hand instantly flew to his wrist, pushing him away as best you could, chest tightening at the sound he made, guilt burning your eyes.

“What’s wrong, love?” He asked against your lips, “You push me away every time, you don’t want this?”

You swallowed over the lump in your throat, diverting your eyes from his, “I don’t exactly have a pretty pussy.”

He snorted a laugh, “And mine ain’t exactly a Van Gogh either.”

You chuckled lightly, but you kept your eyes fixated up, too embarrassed to look at him, “Just don’t make fun of it.”

“Oy,” He murmured, fingers finding your chin, dipping your head to meet his gaze. You gulped at the reverence in his eyes, the tender look he wore, “Why the hell would I ever make fun of you? None of that crap matters to me. You’re beautiful to me no matter what.”

So, that night you let him in, and when he peeled you back layer by layer with the expert curl of his fingers and deliciously smooth tongue, you were almost too dazed, too fucked out to hear him murmuring it’s praises.

“Not a pretty pussy?” He rasped, hot air on your cunt as he huffed a laugh, “Prettiest cunt I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”

[guhbwuh]

Seal Soap chibi, is that a thing? Please?

seal delivery!!!!!

it is a thing indeed!!! one of my first drawings of soap actually hehe

[missusruin]

patreon sketch requests for april ended up not being sketches at all ┌( ´_ゝ` )┐

[mrjeremyman]

RAT DAD GHOST!!! HE HAS MANY RATS THEY’RE HIS FAMILY!!!

Phillip: absolute trouble maker, will escape and will cause chaos. Has to be separated from the group sometimes because he will start fights.

Gregory: Polite and gentle young lad, loves his berries. Ghost tends to let first time rat handlers hold him first to get a feel as Gregory isn’t fussy.

Ivo: Most skittish but over all nice. Never bites, will go bald soon.

Toms: most energetic and curious rat, is usually the one scrapping with Phillip. Fussy eater, might bite of feeling moody. But on a good day, very happy to get pets and to be held. Might run away if too excited.

I love them. So much.