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bunnys-kisses · 2 months

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puppy hybrid!simon (18+)

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price had to go away for a little while, which was hard to tell his favourite puppy! he had only recently taken you in and it was hard for him to leave you behind. you were all mopey and sad eyes a week before he left. originally he was going to have you stay at a hybrid daycare for the duration of his time away.

but johnny had another idea! he said that he'd watch you! he joked that if he could handle the mutt hybrid he called simon, he could handle a purebred like you. with your floppy ears and cute tail!

you were so well behaved and price was so proud of you. he made sure anything you needed was packed up for your little "trip" to visit johnny and simon.

johnny wasn't as good of a owner as he propositioned to price. he went out to the bar with kyle for an evening, which left price's pretty (expensive) puppy with the bully mixed mutt that was simon.

didn't take long for the much larger hybrid to almost tear off your cute little clothes and just fuck you. he had his arm around your middle as he pushed his cock as far as it could go. he knew he was hitting up against your cervix.

he chuckled, "gonna make a new breed of puppy with you." his voice was low and grumbled, it made you soaked between your legs as he stretched out your poor little cunt.

when you thought that he was done, he enjoyed when you'd scamper off to go pee or get some water. it only encouraged him to sniff out his mate, as if the trail of his cum leaking down your leg didn't make it easy enough.

he made a face when he saw the trail, it should be in you, little pup! not all over the hardwood floor! eventually he had you over the couch, behind the kitchen island, in the bathroom and finally in simon's bed where he could smother your purebred scent with his.

johnny knew he was fucked when he came home the next morning and found you naked under a partially clothed simon. your belly a bit swollen from the gallons of hybrid cum stuffed in there.

"price, i'm so sorry. i didn't know, i thought he was well behaved!" johnny looked pale when price came home to get you.

you were curled up in simon's arms in the doggy bed. gone were the cute pink bows and little outfits, you were swimming in simon's cheap black t-shirt with a motorcycle on it. but even price could see the slight slope in your belly.

"but, price!" you whined when your owner tried to pull you away from the mutt, as last ditch effort to save you. you kicked out your little legs, "i love him."

the older man sighed. spoiled little puppy. he ended up taking in simon too, he saw how anxious you were without your mate. johnny promised the dog hybrid to visit often but simon was too busy snuggled up with his new missuses (sorry johnny!). now price has two hybrids to take care of plus whatever was slumbering in your belly.

you were still price's little puppy, even if your attention was split between owner and mate. when you ate at the table to eat, you'd give simon a light smack on the hand if he was eating like a prisoner. you pouted your lips and shook your head.

simon sighed and took you by the head to kiss one of your soft ears, "sorry, love." at least price didn't have to train the mutt, you were doing the hard work for him.

simon followed you like a shadow, protective of his mate. and even the home you inhabited. you'd often lie on the doggy bed with simon behind you, large hand on your swollen middle and his lips at the back of your neck. but the mutt wasn't fully house trained. there had been a few times that price would be watching the football game and he could hear the whines of his beloved puppy, only to look over and see simon just pinning you down and rutting against you.

"bad dog." price grumbled as he tried to grab simon by the collar, "she's already pregnant, you animal!"

but price had to admit, you were rather cute all pregnant. if anything your floppy ears only got softer, your smile on wider. price had just wished you picked a mate of a higher caliber.

he wouldn't mind puppies, but you were of a softer breed. you shouldn't have ended up with a bully of a dog. but price had to (begrudgingly) admit, it was nice to know when he went out that there was guard dog in the house.

that didn't mean he was the biggest fan of simon.

"get off of her, simon." price rolled up the newspaper to wack the mutt hybrid, "she's got no room in her for that. she's already swimming in puppies!"

simon growled and just fucked between your thighs until he made a mess of himself. the older man looked at the hybrid and the hybrid looked back in defiance.

you on the other hand were sound asleep on the doggy bed, covered in simon's cum. even that stretch marked lined belly was too.

price was only in his late thirties, he thought he was a little young to be a grandfather figure to the rowdy puppies that you give birth to. all with your beautiful eyes but the personality and points ears of their father.

"i need another drink."

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just-a-sewer-goblin · 2 months

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Butcher!Simon x gn!reader Part 10 Wheee this one is slightly over 2k words. I hope you enjoy it half as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also I'm still shit at spelling, you're welcome to point out mistakes to me. We've come to the day of the concert. Also! When Simon thinks of you as "little" it is a reference to your height compared to him, your weight does not matter. If he's taller than you, then you're little to him. I don't make the rules. Warnings: Simon on a motorcycle, yearning, you two need a warning in general Part 9 | COD Masterlist | (Part 11)

The next time Simon is graced with your company outside of the shop is the day of the concert.

He already told you that he’d come and get you on his bike and your eyes had sparkled with excitement. It was rather surprising, that little shy you would be so excited at the prospect of riding on his bike with him but he’d rather take that than you being unhappy with it.

He arrives at your place and before he can get in his head over how he should greet you he takes off his helmet and gloves, shooting you a quick text that he’s there (heck yeah, he secured your number, doesn’t matter that it was for the sake of organizing going to the concert).

The entrance door to your home opens and Simon catches a glimpse of you. Clearly you’re explaining to Wraith that he’ll have to stay at home and he can’t help but grin triumphantly. You trust him enough to go somewhere without your mutt. He’ll be your guard dog instead (if only you’d put a collar with your name on him).

Finally you turn to him and close the door behind yourself. You brush invisible dust off your clothes, the gesture awkward and self-conscious. He prays you don’t feel how heavy his gaze is when he lets it drag across your figure. Goddamn he’d never have expected you to dress up like that. But man, is he glad he gets to witness it.

You’re so precious and pretty, no matter what you wear but he finds a part of him hoping you didn’t just dress up for the concert but maybe a little bit for him too (please). You’re so beautiful you outshine the goddamn sun. No, wait, that phrase doesn’t suit you.

You’re no sun, no bright blinding light and he doubts you’d want to be that.

You’re a moon, he decides. His own personal moon. Silently reflecting the light of day at him, comforting him in the darkness. Inoffensive and distant (he’ll find a way to get closer). He doesn’t need to shield his eyes from your brightness for you are not blinding. You are awe inspiring. Someone that silently waits to be admired and doesn’t demand attention (though he suspects you’re no fan of attention either way).

Sometimes you’re fully yourself, sometimes hiding behind clouds and sometimes invisible altogether. Simon will always find you though. Even on a new moons night. Even when you don’t want to be found. Now that he’s caught sight of the full moon he won’t live with only seeing it once a month (or rather only seeing you twice a week for a few minutes in his shop).

When he takes in your appearance again a soft smile settles on his face and he finds himself thankful for his mask for hiding the stupid lovesick expression he’s wearing.

You stop before him and tilt your head up at him. God he really could just snatch your small form up and keep you with him forever. The way you’re clutching your phone in your hands abruptly catches his attention. He wonders what that is about.

“Hi, sweetheart.”, he murmurs and you nod, still clenching your hands around your phone. Suddenly concern overcomes him. Did you change your mind? Did something happen?

“Talk to me, sweets…”, he implores gently, nodding in the direction of your phone, thankful that no one can hear how soft his voice is. Only for you.

You look up at him, your eyes flickering with something he can’t exactly pinpoint. “I want…”, you begin and your voice fails you. It reminds Simon of the first times you interacted and suddenly he’s very aware of what a difference your dog makes.

With Wraith by your side you barely hesitated to speak your mind, but now that you’re alone with Simon it feels like all the progress you two made has gone down the drain. One day, he’ll travel to the dark side of the moon and uncover its secrets but until then he’ll merely try to help you not to wane.

“What do you want?”, he encourages and gathers his own courage to put his index finger under your chin when you look down again. The way he lifts your chin is tender, as if he’s afraid of breaking you if he handles you too roughly (he is, something has broken you before, he suspects, and he refuses to add to old wounds). “You can tell me.”

Your eyes meet his and you swallow and square your shoulders as if preparing for battle. “I would like to send my friend your phone number and a picture of you as well as where we’re going.”, you say slightly shaky.

Simon’s hand falls from your face and he grows still. Very still. Suddenly he feels cold. He can see you shuffling your feet in place.

“You… Want me to let you take a picture of my face?”, he asks slowly and you look down, your shoulders hunching slightly. If he wasn’t so stumped he’d try to comfort you but his own heart starts racing.

“I trust you…”, you begin. “I do. But we’ve only really met one time and I am about to climb onto your bike with you and it would make me feel a lot more comfortable if my friend had… something in case … in case…” You don’t finish the sentence.

The air grows tense around you two as Simon regards your hunched over form. Is this your deal breaker? Will you not come with him if he says no? Does he want to say no? What would happen if he let you take a picture of his face? The thought makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

The way you’re withering under his gaze is more than enough proof of how uncomfortable you are too. And despite his own discomfort Simon doesn’t want you to feel like you have to hide from him.

“How about a deal, sweetheart?”, he asks slowly, trying to break through the tension.

Your eyes snap back up to his, wide in surprise at the fact that he doesn’t immediately dismiss you. You nod jerkily.

“No picture.”, he says and he swears you nearly flinch drawing even more into yourself. His hand finds your chin again, making you meet his eyes again. The touch comforting and warm, trying to convince you without words that he is not upset at your request.

He needs you to see his eyes, he needs you to see that he means it when he continues. “You can send her my number and my address, hell, I’ll let you send her a picture of my ID. Anything you need to be comfortable, sweetheart. Anything, just… no picture of my face.”

The way your eyes are searching his make him swallow and he wonders if this is where he loses the bit of trust you’ve started putting into him.

“Your license plate…”, you mumble. Cautiously your own hand comes up to cup his that ensures that you’re meeting his gaze.

“No picture of your face, Simon.” He can hear you take a deep breath. “I’ll send her your address and pictures of your bike’s plate.”

Something in his chest splinters at that, something rotten and ugly. Something he didn’t know was still there. It crumbles and suddenly he breathes easier. How come he wasn’t aware that he didn’t have to fight for his comfort? That the two of you would find a compromise this easily?

Just like that the tension is gone, something warm and soothing settling around Simon’s heart. Why does something so small make him so happy?

He studies your face, the way he can feel your skin against his fingers and suddenly without thinking his thumb raises to touch your lower lip.

Torturously slow the pad of his thumb glides over it. The gesture is subconscious, a thank you, a need to feel something more of you. His throat is awfully dry when he swallows, eyes fixed on your lips. “Yeah, sweetheart. Of course. Thank you.”

The expression in your eyes is unreadable and you seem just as caught in the moment as he is. You go to say something, your tongue darting out to wet your own lips, catching his thumb in the process.

He inhales sharply, freezing once again. His thumb remains on your lower lip, soft and inviting. It’s probably creepy, the way he stares at your mouth, but he can’t help it, not when every part of his body screams at him to touch you more to take you in his arms and lay some sort of claim on you. Kiss and bite and nip on your lips so everyone can see that you belong to someone. Belong to him (you don’t though, you don’t belong to him, yet).

Simon tries to be courteous and respectful so before he does anything stupid he closes his eyes tightly, praying that you don’t feel the subtle shudder that runs through him at the feel of your tongue on his skin.

It’s hard to imagine what you’re thinking when he’s like this, utterly frozen, eyes closed tightly, his eyebrows furrowed. The hand that’s holding his squeezes slightly.

“Simon?” Your sweet voice rings out and he slowly blinks his eyes open. Once again he finds himself breathless at the sight of you. He bites his tongue to hold onto the whimper that threatens to spill over his lips when you bring his hand to your cheek and tilt your head into it.

“Hi.” You smile at him and he swears he is a second from throwing all caution to the wind and kissing you. “Where did you go?”

His exhale is shuddering and he withdraws his hand abruptly. The small flicker of hurt across your face makes his heart ache but if he keeps touching you he will lose whatever is left of his mind.

“Just trying to be respectful, sweetheart. I.. you…”, he groans in frustration and decides that it’s wiser to not try to explain himself. He doesn’t miss the small amused smile that settles on your lips at his attempt at explaining himself.

“You can take a picture of the plate now.” Is what he settles for and you nod, having mercy on him and leaving it at that.

As you take the picture something occurs to him. “I’ll send you a picture of the one of my truck… It wouldn’t make sense if your friend doesn’t have the plates of both.”

The surprise is palpable when you look at him but what he said makes a bright smile break out across your face and Simon suddenly wishes to take a picture of you instead. He wants to always have your smile with him.

Finally it’s time for you to climb onto his bike and he holds out the spare helmet he brought with him (he might have bought gear for you but you didn’t need to know that). Before he can explain anything you’ve already pulled it on and secured the band under your chin.

“Not your first ride?” Simon tugs his own helmet back over his head and meets your eyes.

“Nope.” You pop the p and giddily do a few hops where you’re standing. Even though most of your face is hidden by the helmet he can see the immediate embarrassment that follows the action and he tries to bite back his laugh at the adorableness of it all.

Still the thought of someone else having you on their bike behind them, your arms wrapped around them has an ugly green monster rear its head in his chest. Trying to ignore the feeling he holds out a protective jacket to you and you put it on without questioning where he got one in your size.

One piece after the other he has you put on the protective gear giving you a once over to make sure you’re properly zipped up.

You cock your head at him. “Should I be concerned that you’re so prepared with the gear? How … how well do you drive?”

There’s subtle nervousness again and he chuckles, stepping in front of you while he puts on his own gloves, his movements practiced and unhurried, trying to calm you. He inclines his head, so close his helmet almost touches yours and if he isn’t mistaken he watches you take a deep surprised breath.

“No need to be scared, sweetheart. Just making sure, you’re properly protected. I’m not gonna take any chances with your safety.”

Your head ducks down, breaking the eye contact and your eyes find his legs that are only clad in black jeans.

“What about your safety?”

His grin behind his mask is feral and he’s thankful you can’t see it because it might actually make you concerned for him.

“C’mon. Time to hop on.”, he says, ignoring your question completely.

He easily throws his leg over the bike, sitting down and then holds out a hand to you. Somehow he’s not sure you’ll actually take it. The fact that you didn’t object to riding with him is already surprising enough. You don’t seem like someone who’d be comfortable with this much physical contact.

Easily you slide your hand into his and let him steady you when you carefully climb onto the smaller seat behind him.

“Hold on, sweets.” His voice comes out quietly, intimately and he fights the urge to clear his throat.

He softly takes your wrists in his hands, trying to ignore how small and fragile they feel even with the jacket on, and draws them around his middle. He feels the exact moments you begin holding onto him and it makes him take a deep shaky breath. Thank god he decided to take the bike instead of the truck.

The motor rumbles to life and you tighten your arms around him. Time to show you how good of a guard dog he can be. He’ll make sure you feel safe enough to speak your mind without your other dog around.

#the sewer writes #cod x reader #butcher!simon x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #gn!reader #ghost x reader #butcher!ghost x reader #simon x reader

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ataraxixx · 1 year

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of course if zane is the one to get possessed then lloyd has to go undercover in the SoG........ introducing mutt malamute. he cant act for shit btw this is lloyd we're talking about. fighting for his life out here(failgirl). leave it to lloyd to come up with a plan where he goes undercover by himself where he realizes he cant do shit because he fucking sucks at acting. at least he can ride a motorcycle i guess?? anyway his name is a nod to s6 :P also he gets his shit rocked by Morro. this man is never winning

#ninjago #ajax art #lloyd garmadon #citrusswap au

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hxpel3s5-slxxt · 8 months

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𝔐𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔢

Characters: Takashi Mitsuya x Reader, Keisuke Baji, Nahoya Kawata, Takemichi Hanagaki, rest of Toman mentioned

Warnings: Swearing, bitches messy asl, idek girl this shit jus came to me

A/N: Italics+bold=other girl

"Bitch, you look like a fucking mutt, bitch."

Right now, you and Toman were on the way to see a movie. You sure as hell was not getting on no motorcycle, so ya'll were walking.

However, comma, dumbass Takemichi had to use the restroom even after you told everyone to go before ya'll left.

So, ya'll stop at a park so he can go. While ya'll were waiting, some little girl wanna come up and flirt with your man.

At first, you were side-eyeing her and rolling your eyes like, 'Bitch, get the fuck on.'

You brushed it off, cause you know you and Mitsuya are locked in for real. Besides, everyone could tell he wasn't feeling her at all.

Now, not once during this whole ordeal was you ever disrespectful towards that little girl, but she wanna be rubbing on his arm and shit. So, you had to do something. As politely as you could muster, you said, "Uhm, ion think my man wants you touching all on him like that."

And you gently pushed her crusty hands off him. Then, she wants to go and get disrespectful and say, "Don't touch me, you musty bitch."

Okay, now you're upset.

Then, Mitsuya, being the gentleman he is, says, "You need to watch your mouth. I really wasn't interested anyway." And shrugs her off.

Then, for some reason, she wanna go off on you.

"Bitch, please. You look like Freddy Krueger. I really should beat your ass."

Mitsuya, already knowing something was about to happen, was already between the two of you and pushing you back.

That aint do shit, though, cause all you did was yell over his shoulder.

"Nigga, you should not be talking, ho. You got a whole seafood boil in your panties." At this point, you was reaching over his shoulder, trying to grab her, cause she wanna fight, right? But Mitsuya was not having it. Nigga was holding you back, tryna talk you out of fighting that little girl.

At that, the bitch was just standing there, not doing anything, but she wanted to talk all big and bad, so you called her out.

"Bring yo Hungry, Hungry, Hippo looking ass over here, bitch. You aint slick. I thought you wanted to beat my ass."

Now she wanna walk up (still a safe distance away, cause the bitch is scary as fuck) and start putting her hands in your face.

"Bitch, you're scary; you're terrifying, ho! Run up, get done up, bitch! I'm like that."

You really have to look at her like she's dumb, cause she can see you're being held back. "Bitch, you look like a fucking mutt, bitch. You see he's not letting me go. Don't try and play that."

At this point, you're done arguing with a stupid ho, so you let Mitsuya take you back to the rest of Toman.

Everybody else brought their girlfriend too, so they were ready to fight because the bitch on the phone was talking about, "Let me call my friends," like a bitch. You and your friends can get it.

You see that Takemichi is back, and everyone was ready to go. Except for Nahoya and Baji, who had one arm around their girlfriends and were recording the fight with the other. You roll your eyes at them and smile.

"Ya'll ghetto as fuck." You laugh, smacking their heads.

"Aint you fighting with some girl in public?" Baji points you out.

"For real." Nahoya backs him up.

"Nah, cause she wasn't ready for this work." You giggle and go to hold Mitsuya's hand.

"Come on, so we can go see this movie."

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consuming-karma · 1 year

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FRIENDLY COMPETITION

buwan’s notes : i honestly can’t be left alone with my thoughts, and being left alone leads to me acting on them. this is one of the many funny ideas I made up in my head. This is also a (very) late good luck to brit who’s taking her finals, good luck! I know you’ll ace them bestie!!

episode summary : When the boys return from a night of feeding, Paul gets a whiff of the most peculiar scent in his shared nest with his mate, it’s..it’s a dog?!

content warnings: Paul being jealous of a puppy. (yes that’s a warning).

tags: @britany1997

[paul x fem!reader.]

“Babe!” Paul called out in the cave, his hands covered his mouth to further emphasize that he was home from feeding.

You had decided to stay at the cave for a couple of days, keeping your boyfriend and his gang of vampires company until you decided that it was time to mingle with your kind once again.

They had left you in the cave earlier during the night to snatch a meal. Paul had whined about how they hadn’t fed in a while, and that he needed some of the sweet, sweet, blood his body was craving, which leads us to the current situation.

The blonde was confused at not hearing a reply back, getting slightly worried. The boys noticed this, and looked at each other before Dwayne decided to step up, walking towards Paul.

“Maybe, she’s just sleeping Paul, not a big deal.” Dwayne patted the rowdy boy on his shoulder before taking his rightful spot on the couch like always.

For once, Paul wasn’t reassured by the dark-haired vampire. He decided to investigate, hoping that what Dwayne had suggested was true and that you were only napping.

He looked into different caverns and various tunnels, seeing if you had somehow gotten lost or had wandered around in boredom. His nerves were getting more and more frisky, the longer he couldn’t find you.

Paul walked around, trying to remember the last time he saw you, trying to retrace his steps as if he lost his motorcycle key.

After a good few minutes of hard thinking, a lightbulb went off in his weed-induced head, happily trotting to his separate cavern, full of his trinkets and music collections.

Paul’s nerves seemed to die down as he saw your back turned to him, you were sat criss-crossed on his bed, unaware of his presence.

Paul grinned at your figure, seeing you wear his iconic mesh shirt when he rarely decided to wear something different for a change, he walked up to you, curious on what’s got your attention that you hadn’t noticed him yet.

A specific smell got him to stop in his tracks though, known for his keen sense of smell, the blonde could pick anything up from miles away, and he knows the smell of a mutt when he smells one.

Suddenly, a yip came from you, or more so, in front of you. Paul’s worst nightmares have been confirmed, a puppy, in your arms. Surprisingly, you still hadn’t noticed your boyfriend and his horror-stricken expression as you baby-talked to the ball of fur in your hands.

“Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy! The bestest boy!” You let out praises for the little puppy in your arms as it barked and yipped, happily replying to your blabber.

The puppy seemed to notice Paul as it squirmed in your hold, Paul cringed at the puppy, obviously knowing that the puppy has noticed him, it was a golden retriever, every commercial family had one, an ideal family dog.

He remembers that only because you’d compare him to the breed so much.

“Paulie! You remind me so much of a golden retriever!”

“I think we should get a golden retriever, both of you would get along so well!”

He shuddered at the memories as the puppy had escaped your clutches and was now jumping up on his legs, trying to climb the blonde. You were confused at the sudden change in the puppy as you turned away, in all of the ten minutes Paul stood there, finally, he was noticed.

“Paulie!” You chirped, turning over to the other side of the bed to pick up the puppy jumping around in his arms. “Babe?..where’d you get the mutt?” Paul asked, looking at the puppy with a weird look.

“Hey! Don’t call him a mutt, and for your information, this “mutt” was wandering around by the woods, it came up to me and I decided to adopt it.” You huffed, letting the puppy bark and yip as it squirmed in your hands, trying to land kisses on your face.

“Ew, babe! Don’t let the dog kiss you!” Paul whined, trying to pull the puppy away from you. “Paul! Be careful.” Your hands gently placed the puppy down on the bed as it ran in circles, smelling everything as it’s tongue held out, dripping saliva everywhere.

Paul clicked his tongue as he quickly carried the puppy off his bed, “now he’s got all of his saliva on my bed, thanks a lot babe.” Paul sighed, ignoring the puppy that was yipping all around his feet.

“Can we keep him, pretty please?” You dramatically gave him a set of puppy eyes, pouting and the works, Paul scoffed, crossing his arms like a jealous child, “didn’t I tell you, dogs and vamps don’t mix?” You snorted, shooing him.

“Please, doesn’t Max have one?” You replied, letting the puppy lick your calves and paw at you. “Max’s devil dog is a bloodhound, not an actual dog.” Paul retorted, grabbing the golden retriever puppy by the scruff and making his way towards the entrance of his man-cave, wanting to throw him out.

“He doesn’t seem weirded out by you, though! Pretty please, Paul! He looks so much like you, it’ll be adorable.” You whined, following him to the entrance where Paul was getting ready to kick the puppy out.

“What’s adorable with this thing? I could look just as puppy-like as him, hell, even better than him!” Paul scoffed, giving the puppy the stink eye just as it happily barked at him.

“Look at him, baby!” You pointed to the puppy that was being held by the scruff, it barked at Paul happily, unaware of the eviction that it was about to recieve.

“He looks just like you!” Paul looked at you with a deadpanned look. “No child of mine’s gonna look as ugly as this.” Paul pointed to the puppy as you glared at him.

You gasped, offended about what he said. “Paul!” You scolded him with a nice slap to back of his head, making him yell profanities as he almost dropped the dog.

Thankfully, you picked the little pup up and cradled the poor thing in your arms, it found it’s balance and licked up your cheek as Paul had a pout painted on his face.

The blonde was obviously upset, seeing the puppy in your arms as a threat. “I’ve seen these little scenarios before babe! Girlfriend gets a puppy and the puppy gets the girl! I’ll be left out!” Paul groaned, looking at you with an annoyed expression.

You scoffed at your boyfriend’s childish thinking, petting the ball of fur in your hands.

“C’mon Paulie, he’s not that bad, i think he’d be a great addition!”

Update, he is.

he is that bad.

it’s been a month since Paul had begrudgingly accepted the little fur-ball you’ve “adopted” into his cave.

The boys seemed to love him, laddie seemed to love him, but that’s not what he hated, he hated how fast that little rascal you call your baby stole your heart.

Paul glared at the little puppy in your arms twenty-four seven, no breaks, no nothing, not even a little break for the poor vampire’s eyes. It’s like he disappeared! You barely gave him kisses and your arms were always around that little puppy. Hell, it’s not even little anymore!

He could feel his jaw clench from reminiscing the events of said month, Marko had met the pup first, joyed to see other animals than his pigeons and happily accepted the blonde fur-ball into the cave.

Dwayne and Laddie seemed to enjoy the little puppy as well, Paul couldn’t blame Laddie, he’s a little boy, anything moving and with fur is adorable to him but Dwayne? How’d the hell did some little dirty pup get him on his side, Paul couldn’t help but scoff as he thought about this.

Hell, even David seemed like he tolerated the damn pup! It felt like Paul walked into something cursed when he saw the platinum blonde relaxing with the puppy on his lap!

His partner-in-crime, Marko, no longer asked for him, it’s always “where’s the little pup?” or “where’s mini-Paul?”. The blonde was getting sick of it, there’s only one puppy boy in this house, and it’s time Paul retook his throne!

Paul stomped towards his man-cave where you and that puppy always seemed to hang around. He pulled back the curtains that separated the small cavern from the rest of the main cave, his nose seemed to flare at the display of you and the puppy laying on your stomach.

“oh, hey paulie!” You happily greeted your boyfriend as you sat up from the bed, the puppy moving along with you. Paul looked at you with an angry expression and a clenched jaw, his gaze flickering from you to the puppy.

Paul imagined the puppy smirking at him, as if it knows he stole his girl. You seemed oblivious to Paul’s tantrum and only looked on curiously, your hand running itself through the puppy’s fur.

“Alright, that’s it, enough is enough, that pup is going back to the wild!” Paul threw his hands in the air before gently carrying the puppy off of you, he was angry but he wasn’t cruel.

“Paulie, what the hell?!” Your eyebrows furrowed as you followed the glamrock punk out his cave and into the main cave where he gained an audience of his friends and laddie.

“Paul! Put Rhodey down!” You called out, hastily following the blonde who stopped in his tracks and turned slowly to you. “You named him after my favourite name?.. babe I was gonna name our kid that!” Paul groaned out, dropping the puppy who fortunately landed on his feet as he barked up at Paul.

“That’s..that’s kinda why I named him Rhodey, I thought if he had one of your favourite names—“ you squatted down to usher the puppy to you, petting it to calm down.

The audience Paul had earned looked on curiously on what was happening between the glamrock punk and his mate. “Babe, that’s not the point, you’ve been ignoring me way too long and all for a puppy! Hell, even the guys have been asking more about him than me!” Paul whined out, obviously frustrated.

“The hell are you talking about, dude?” Marko looked at him incredulously, “oh please, don’t act so dumb, you keep asking around for the little puppy, you all obviously prefer him over me.” Paul scoffed, crossing his arms in distaste at the current situation.

The room was silent at Paul’s statement, before they all bursted out laughing. “You’re telling me..that..that you, Paul, are intimidated by a— a puppy?—“ Marko spoke between laughs, holding onto his stomach.

David only grinned at the scene in front of him, shaking his head in disbelief as Dwayne laughed along with you and Marko as the main cave filled with your giggles and the boys’ chuckles.

“Why are you guys laughing? This isn’t funny, she’s my mate, and this dumb puppy’s got her wrapped around his paws!” Paul furrowed his eyebrows, pointing accusingly at the puppy who innocently stared at him with a tilted head.

“Dude, You’re a vampire, that’s a puppy, why are you jealous?” Marko snorted out, patting the blonde’s back as the laughter slowly died down. The curly-headed blonde looked up at him with a teasing look before looking down at the puppy.

“Let us emphasize this for you, bud. You’re a literal immortal who tears people up for fun, this puppy isn’t doing shit to you, and it sure as hell isn’t stealing your girl.” Dwayne gave him a smug grin as the puppy ran around, still yapping as if it wasn’t moments away from being thrown out the cave’s entrance.

“If anything, you’re the only sour that there’s a puppy, ain’t no animal in the world is going to steal your mate, bud.” Marko looked at you, who had finished your giggling fit and was now ushering the puppy to your side.

“Think of it as a kid, you and (Y/N), and your little fur-baby.” Marko definitely quoted you on the fur-baby part, Paul deflated at Marko’s words, knowing he was annoyingly right at the end of the night.

“You done with your tantrum now, little baby?” You baby-talked Paul, obviously trying to get a rise out of him as he pouted, looking at you with a sad face.

“Oh you poor thing, poor baby got his throne taken and now he’s all pouty about it.” You fluttered your eyelashes, looking at him with a exaggerated frown. “That’s not funny, babe!” Paul frustratingly groaned out.

The blonde wanted to pull his hair at the fact that he wasn’t being taken seriously. “Paul, seriously, chill.” You finally stopped teasing the blonde, looking at him with a serious expression.

“Rhodey isn’t taking me away from you, and he’s not going to, anytime soon.” You walked up to the blonde’s deflated figure, pulling him back to his part of the cave, as the boys glanced at you with a look that said good luck.

“Yeah, I have a puppy and he’s amazing, but you’re always gonna be my boyfriend, I wouldn’t let anything get between that.” You placed your hand on Paul’s cheek, who sadly nuzzled into it.

The two of you sat down on his bed silently as you managed a position where you had your head on his shoulder and the puppy splayed over your lap. The puppy seemed tired of it’s activities for the night and started to nap.

Both of you sat in silence, enjoying the ambience of the cave for a bit. “Are you sure he’s not taking you away from me?..” Paul muttered, looking down at the puppy in your lap as he nipped at the nail polish on his fingernails. “Paul.” You snorted, still petting Rhodey, lulling the blonde pup to sleep.

Soon enough, the human fatigue hit you, your eyes seemed to droop as you continued to sit in silence. You felt like you weren’t going to last long as you slowly let your eyelids fall over your eyes.

“I love you lots Paul, nothing’s gonna change that.” You had to get the last word in, before turning in for the night, you and the puppy slept as Paul supported you, gently laying you down on his bed. “Love you lots too, baby.” He mumbled, leaving a kiss on your forehead before glancing at the sleeping puppy on your lap.

He kissed his teeth before gently petting the puppy, soft enough to keep the puppy asleep.

“Guess you’re not so bad either.”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #✦ paul’s karma.#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x you #tlb x reader #tlb 1987 #tlb #paul tlb #tlb paul #tlb paul x reader

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Collective Writings - MachVeil

Collective Writings Pt 1, Pt 2

thank you all for the support! this post will contain all my fics, blurbs, and mini comics<3 the collection will update as I post and can be viewed from my pinned post here🎀✨ for fics 18+ please read content warnings (CW) - you come first! check the fic before you read it

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon Riley is a hater - reblog + blurb Simon Riley having cuteness aggression - blurb

Simon Riley - shadow boxing/play wrestling/gentle movements - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley being a menace - headcanon

Retired!TF141 owning dogs - blurb

Simon Riley - coloring his tattoos - Instagram link

Cerberus!Ghost - mini comic

Roommate!Simon Riley - tailing you/light sleeper/laundry/cash - headcanon

Dad!Simon Riley - plays/volunteers/helps/teary eyed - headcanon

Roommate!Simon Riley becomes your purse - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - hobbies/safety/swaps shoes/trusts his team - headcanon

PlantDad!Simon Riley - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - Pinterest/‘Missus’/tattoo/dog tags - headcanon

BestFriend!Simon Riley - looming/drapes his jacket/stares/sleeps over - headcanon

Simon Riley is just a guy - reblog + blurb

Simon “Ghost” Riley is a beer snob - blurb

CoD Headcanon: Parallel Play - headcanon

Husband!Simon Riley - chapstick/nail polish/go-to order - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley and Roommate!Johnny are a package deal - headcanon

Simon Riley listens to Chapelle Roan - reblog + hashtags

Simon Riley goes shopping with you - headcanon

Write for Simon Riley - mini comic

Simon Riley is low-key a brat - headcanon

Simon Riley plays Minecraft - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley is just a guy - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley is a man of action - fic

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley has reading glasses - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

Simon Riley can cook - headcanon

TF141 swimming - headcanon

Retired!Simon Riley - opens a butcher/works with Price/works with the local smithy - headcanon

Retired!Simon Riley - popular butcher/talks to locals/works with Retired!TF141 - headcanon

Domestic!Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcanons - headcanon

Simon Riley x Nerd!Reader - headcanon

Dancing in the Rain - headcanon

Kiss it Better - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - civvies/suits/ties/flowers - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley - birth year and age - headcanon

John “Soap” MacTavish:

Soap ate dirt as a kid - blurb

Soap gives bear hugs - blurb

Retired!TF141 owning dogs - blurb

Johnny will drink black coffee - headcanon

Johnny not being picky about food - headcanon

Roommate!Johnny - headlocks/shopping/steals your clothes/scents - headcanon

Soulmate!Johnny - headcanon

Johnny is a mutt - blurb

CoD Headcanon: Parallel Play - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley and Roommate!Johnny are a package deal - headcanon

Johnny plays The Sims - headcanon

TF141 swimming - headcanon

Kiss it Better - headcanon

König:

König daily sketch - mini comic König gives bear hugs - blurb

CatDad!König propaganda - headcanon

CatDad!König propaganda - if his cat brought back a rat - blurb

CatDad!König - mini comic

König being too tall - blurb

Monster!König fluff - fic

Door frame - blurb

Monster!König being domestic - headcanon

General König Headcanons - personal thoughts - headcanon

Roommate!König - complains/hoodies/sleep/cuddles - headcanon

Monster!König and lethargic period symptoms - headcanon + reblogged with Monster!König and general lethargy

Boyfriend!König loves your puppy - headcanon

Neighbor!König pt 1 - headcanon

König handstand - blurb

König is a hot chocolate snob - blurb

Loser!König info-dumps - reblog + blurb

Neighbor!König pt 2 - fic

Roommate!König - in your room/parallel play/hangs out/alone - headcanon

König is a beer snob - blurb

Neighbor!König - not canon/sees another man - headcanon

König orange peel theory - blurb

Loser!König is just König - headcanon

Retired!König and König, motorcycle/jeep - headcanon

Neighbor!König Headcanons - headcanon

König snacks on bananas - headcanon

FallenAngel!König - headcanon

König and his family’s height - headcanon

König plays Animal Crossing: New Horizons - headcanon

SecretAdmirer!König - headcanon

König wants you to feel special - reblog + blurb

Roommate!König - tails you/laundry/stares/rent - headcanon

Monster!König x M!Reader fluff - fic

(18+, mdni) Loser!König crushing on you - fic

Loser!König aftermath (cont.) - blurb

Dancing in the Rain - headcanon

Artsy!König - headcanon

König and his siblings - reblog + blurb

Kiss it Better - headcanon

Sebastian Krueger:

FallenAngel!Krueger - headcanon

General Thoughts about Sebastian Krueger - headcanon

Kiss it Better - headcanon

18+ Fics:

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley has reading glasses - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Loser!König crushing on you - fic

Fic Recommendations:

(18+, mdni) König fics - fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley fics - fluff, nsfw below the cut

thanks again to followers and friends for keeping up with my writing! CoD requests are always welcomed, please review this post before requesting🎀✨ giving you guys a big, fat kiss for being wonderful and I hope to see you around - either in my inbox or notifications<3 CoD themed dividers are free to use curtesy of @gild-ui, please give them some love

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