#hes like a big fluffly dog

[99pm-e]

Brainrot is brainrotting again guys

[lunatic-pudge]

Werewolf Sniper SFW and NSFW Headcanons

SWF

-Good lord, where do I even begin? Let's just say that Soldier pissed Merasmus off so much that everyone got turned into some sort of mythological being. For Sniper, he beceame a werewolf

-His "normal" form is just him with wolf ears and a big fluffly tail, he also has slight more body hair as well, his form take a more wolfish appearance and behavior when there's a full moon out. He had to cut slits in his hat so he could still wear it

-He likes to think he's still relatively the same, but it's just him in denial. His sense of smell is heightened, he is able to see better at night, and, much to his dismay, he isn't able to hide behind his stoic facade anymore. Ears perking up at the mention of treats and tail wagging when happy. Yes, Scout makes fun of him for it

-He does use this new werewolf form to his advantage though. Finding himself out and about, hunting more. He starts noticing how foods taste different, eating and craving meat moreso than usual and forgoing sweets, mainly chocolates cause they make his poor tummy hurt now

-When it comes to Sniper in a relationship aspect, he becomes an even more protective lover. He finds himself following you around more, like a lost puppy. He's basically glued to your hip. He'll also expect more physical affection as well (in private, he's not good with PDA) He wants his ears scritched, god damn it >:( He will whine and give you sad puppy eyes until you give in. He's evil like that

-And due to his wolfness, he'll start trying to "groom" you, licking and slobbering all over you, trying to clean you up even though it can feel like the opposite. It's also his way of trying to mark his scent on you. He wants people to know you are his mate and ONLY his, even if it means covering you in slobber

-Now when it's a full moon out, you won't have to worry about your safety, but you'll have to worry about the saftey of other's  when they are around your lap dog of a boyfriend

-When in his more wolf-esque form, he acts more wolf-like than human. He tends to be more mute in that form as well, resorting to growls, howls, barks, and other wolf noises

-He's feral, he's even more overprotective of you (if that's possible) in his wolf form. He likes to keep you safe in his camper, but you're usually having to keep him from mauling people like Scout cause he likes to push people's buttons

-So, in my very biased opinion, werewolf Sniper is a 12/10, would recommend

NSFW

-I'd like to think his sex drive was rather normal at first, but after becoming a werewolf, it skyrocketed. He's embarrassed and couldn't help it. He just can't help but notice how plush your thighs looked. Or how the shirt you were wearing was hugging your figure. And the way you bent down to pick something up? Don't even get him started. He was ready to POUNCE

-Now Sniper already had a scent and breeding kink, but now, as a werewolf, OH BOY. It's amplified by, like, 10 times

-Let's start with the scent kink. It's like his heightened sense of smell is a secret blessing to him. He loves to bury his face up against the crook of your neck and surrounding himself with you smell. It's what really gets him going

-Your perfume/cologne, your natural scent, everything you just smells so good to him. He has a bad habit of stealing your clothes when you're not around. Not only to comfort himself, but also to get off. Could be a shirt, bra, or underwear, he'll press the article of clothes up to his face, inhaling your scent while he strokes himself. Whimpering and panting like the good boy he is. Definitely would cum in your underwear, which would only fuel his drive

-Now for that breeding kink >:)

-Sniper always loved the idea of filling you to the brim with cum, breeding you and making you his officially (in his mind). He will have you in positions that will ensure his cum stays inside you. Even keeping your hips tilted up if he has to

-He'll whisper in your ear about how beautiful you look filled up to the brim with cum, and how beautiful you'd look pregnant. Stomach swollen and so round. Breasts filled with milk. Pregnant with his child. And since he's a werewolf, he'll has a knot so it helps with keeping all his cum in you

-He's also very bitey and will leave scratches on you. He doesn't mean to be so rough with you, he underestimates his new found strength. He just loves to mark you up. It's also another way claim you

-Loves praises. Call him a good boy. Hold him, kiss him, mark him up. Show him how much he means to you. Show him that, even as a werewolf, you still love him. He might just cry from the praises

That's all for now. I just really love wolf Sniper. Hims a baby boy who I just wanna love and protect.

[reticent-writer]

Hii :D

Wanted to request Anya x child reader (platonic ofc)

We're reader is a very energetic child and is a scene kid, one day spends the afternoon in Anya's house makes her wear the same stuff too and the two go show Loid how pretty they were (He/him or They/Them pronouns for reader)

Might request a couple more times

-Cloverrs

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ I used he/him idk why it's just my default ig. Sorry this took so long I was trying to finish it by Sunday but the world was against me.

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"Papa Anya's home, brought a friend too." Anya exclaimed taking her shoes off and ran into the living room with you following behind her.

"Oh hello, you must be Y/n. Anya has told me about you." He lied. The most Anya had told him was your name, he did a background check on you and your family.

"Hello sir, thank you for having me over." You bowed saying a formal introduction. He expected nothing less from a student at Eden college.

"Thank you for being friends with Anya. Why don't you both go play while I make dinner."

"C'mon Y/n." Anya took you head and dragged you to her room.

Bon shot up and the sudden entrance and got up to greet you.

"Fluffly dog." You giggled as he rubbed against you, you started to pet the big floof and it seemed like he appreciated it.

"What do you wanna play?" You asked as Anya look around her room of toys and things loid gave her.

Her eyes landed on her nail kit and an idea popped into her head.

"Let's play dress up!"

"Okay!"

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You both were quite to the point were it made loid nervous so he checked up on you.

"Anya, Y/n. Are you both alright? " he knocked before griping the door nob to open it.

The door only opened halfway before Anya threw herself on it.

"NO. You can't come in, its- we're-" Anya struggled to find the words so like any good friend you helped her.

"It's a surprise"

"Yeah a surprise. We'll show you."

Loid was getting nervous. What kind of surprise could it be for Anya to slam the door like that.

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"Look papa. I'm bondman." Anya ran into the kitchen were loid was, striking a pose. She was wearing beige trench coat, that was almost to big for here, with a hat to match.

"And I'm bondman's side kick." You wore black trech coat with a match hat. You and Anya were back to back sticking the same clothes.

You nails were painted a brilliant red and Anya's a pretty pink. (It was all over both of your hands along with other colors)

"Woof" bond barked, making his presence known. He once fluffy white coat was now sticky and multiple different colors. He was also wearing a hat.

"How... Nice." Lois was almost too stunned to speak. Not only had Anya made a friend, she managed to find someone just like her.

He's gonna get gray hairs dealing with the both of you.

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[holylulusworld]

Best costume ever (3) - Kinktober 9

Summary: Another Halloween. Another costume.

Kink: ripping clothes kink

Pairing: Wolverine x Reader

Characters: Scott Summers

Warnings: language, fluff, Logan is a dirty bastard, teasing, ogling, implied smut, ripping clothes kink, pregnant reader

A/N: This is a fluffly little thing with a dash of naughty Wolverine. It’s one of the few flufftober stories I wrote.

Catch up here: Is that a costume? & Where is your costume?

Kinktober 2022

“No, Logan. That one just looks awful on me,” you huff. Frustration is your new best friend as you look in the mirror to check the next costume he got for you to try on. “I look fat.”

“You look hot,” he growls in your ear. His hands already move to your ass to feel you up. “If not for the people at the store, I would have my way with you.”

“Logan, no,” you fight his hands, giggling as he tries to bury his face in your neck to kiss your skin. “Babe, not here. We got to get a costume. The professor wants us to have a nice Halloween. We can’t let him down.”

“How about we turn you into a pretty little lamb? I can be the big bad wolf as always,” he chuckles darkly as you look up at him. “Just saying, you make such a good lamb for me to feast on.”

“We can’t do this every year,” running your hand over his chest you smirk. “We already have scarred Scott for a lifetime. He can’t take much more. You know he’s a prude.”

“Aw, but I love scarring Scottie,” damn him. Your boyfriend grins like the devil himself. “Let’s do it one last time before little Logan pops out of you.”

Logan’s eyes drop toward your middle and your three months baby bump. “No.”

“Please, kitten. One last time.”

You laugh as he gives you puppy dog eyes. Logan mostly looks like he’s about to slide his claws out and rip anyone crossing his path apart. But he’s all smitten with you. Especially since he got to know you are expecting his child.

“We can’t.”

While you try to find a costume hiding your baby bump, Logan has other plans. He wants to scar Scott some more and won’t give up.

It’s this time of the year again. Logan gets all itchy the closer you get to Halloween. He just loves to fuck with Scott.

“Please. How about we do it a little?” you furrow your brows. “You know. I can only put the tip in.” He grins from ear to ear. 

“You and I will behave this Halloween. No making out in public. No having sex in public. No stealing candies from the kids.”

“Hey, the little guy using his tongue like a frog offered candies to me. He’s cool. We are cool. I helped him talk to the girl he likes at school in return.”

Logan gives you a stern look. “You’re going to be such a good dad. If only you would stop wanting to mess with Scott.”

“Fuck,” he curses loudly. “I’m going to be a dad soon. What if I mess things up? What if I hurt them with my claws?”

“What if Scott tells them about your bad manners when it comes to Halloween, costumes, and keeping private things private?”

“But you think I’ll be a good dad, right?”

“Of course,” you pat his chest. “Now help me find a costume. We can’t be late and I still need to get more sweets and all.”

Logan follows you with his eyes. He smiles and his heart swells as he whispers to himself. “I’m going to be a dad.”

“Fuck me,” Logan bites his index finger. He promised to behave tonight and even agreed on wearing a costume for this year’s Halloween party but the costume you’re wearing is just too hot to get ignored. 

“No.”

“Kitten how can you wear this kind of costume and expect me to do nothing about it?” he grumbles. “You know, this wild wolf will devour you.”

“It’s only a costume, baby,” you giggle as Logan purrs low in his throat. “No funny business tonight, Sir.”

“That’s not just a costume. It’s a dream coming true,” his features darken as you turn around to grab your purse. “Fuck, I’ll have my way with you, pretty pregnant sheep.”

He’s not wrong. You chose the fluffy one-piece sheep romper on purpose. The legless bodysuit has a hood, with sheep ears.

“I said no, Mr. Wolf,” you give himn a pointed look and close the zipper at the front to stop Logan from staring at your tits. “You will behave tonight. No making out in public.”

“Hmm…” he licks his lips. “I’ll try to keep my hands to myself…”

“What’s your costume, Logan?” Scott looks your boyfriend up and down. “You’re in jeans and a t-shirt. At least you’re not smoking one of your cigars tonight. That’s a pro.”

Scott doesn’t know Logan stopped smoking the moment he got to know you are expecting his child. 

“Scott are you blind,” Logan slaps his chest. “Or can’t you read? What does my shirt say?”

“Her big bad wolf.”

Scott scrunches up his nose as Logan wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“That’s right. I’m Y/N’s big bad wolf and she’s my cute ‘lil sheep. I love to devour her. Even in public.”

Logan bares his teeth as Scott eyes you up and down in your sexy costume. “A sexy sheep, huh?”

“My sexy sheep,” you laugh as Logan goes full possessive boyfriend. He steps in front of you to size Scott up. “How about you get yourself a drink or something? Y/N and I want to have a snack.”

The party is in full swing. People laugh, chat, and tell each other scary stories. It’s past 1 am, so the kids are already in their rooms to get some sleep or share the sweets they collected.

You enjoy yourself and even got Logan to dance with you.

You rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as he gently sways you to the music.

“That’s nice,” Logan smirks as his hands move to your ass to shamelessly grope you. “Logan!”

“Kitten, let us be bad one last time before we become good parents and raise our child. I want to dirty things to you.”

You giggle. Logan is just too adorable and sexy at the same time when he wants to seduce you. “Fine, but not here.”

“My sexy kitten, dressed like a sheep,” Logan circles you like prey, chuckling while slowly sliding his claws out. “You look so sexy in your costume but, you will look even better without it.”

“Logan, what are—” you whimper as he carefully cuts the front of your romper open with one of his claws. He growls low in his throat as he gets a good look at your breasts. “I liked that costume.”

“I liked it very much too,” there is something sinister in his eyes. Logan slides his claws back in and steps closer again. He rips your costume into two halves, dropping the fabric carelessly to the ground. “Look at my sexy sheep.”

He chuckles when you point a finger at him.

“LOGAN!”

“Just one more time,” he hums as you put your hands on your hips. “Let me ruin you, my little lamb…”

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[6-zao-xing-9]

A Job Well Done

Akito x fem! reader

Summary: Your and Akito's son finally won his soccer game for the first time after lots of hard work and practice. Such an occasion deserves a celebration, right?

Form: oneshot

This writing contains..... Aged up! akito married to reader....

A/N: kid's quotes are in red. Um... Sorry for not posting at 10:00..... I was too busy playing Pikmin 4.... And unpacking....👀 its more of an akito x his son(platonically, obvi) than akito x reader so i tried adding some aki x reader fluff in the end/middle... Dont know how well i did... C/N means childs name not come near... C/N/N means child nickname not come near now... Child is supposed to be around 6-7..

Shinonome Akito:

Immediately after the game, we rush over to C/N to congratulate him.

“Good job out there, kiddo.”

I wrap an arm around his neck as I ruffl his hair, smiling widely as he returned the smile. The sound of happy laughter fills the atmosphere as the three of us head off to our favorite cafe right around the corner.

Minutes later, we arrive at said cafe. After finding a parking space, I exit the car and grab C/N before swooping him on my shoulders.

“Come on, let's go. This place makes the best pancakes.”

“Not true. I make the best pancakes.”

“Close. You make the 2nd best pancakes.”

“Lies.”

“No.”

After entering the decently sized cafe, we find ourselves seated by a table next to the window.

“You're proud of me for winning, right daddy?”

“'Course, C/N/N. Why?”

“Well, since I've been good, can I get a puppy?—”

“No. No way. Absolutely not.”

I immediately cut him off at the mention of me living in the same house as a canine.

“But.... But why not?”

“Because, I...”

“He's scared of dogs.”

“Sh-Shut up.”

I narrow my eyes at Y/N as she snickers, my attention then turned towards C/N as he speaks.

“Daddy is afraid of dogs? Why?”

“Because he got bitten by one once, then decided that all dogs in the world are bad.”

“I said shut up!”

“.... But.... But dogs are cute and fluffly and cuddly and.... And I want a dog!”

C/N speaks loudly, causing a few eyes to be drawn towards us.

“Oi, stop shouting. People are watching. If I say no dog, then no dog, got it? You can get a dog when you grow up. Now hurry up and decide what you want to eat, we're about to order.”

I give him the half lidded eyes with a slightly serious tone. The little boy finally stops talking, his face all pouty as he poorly holds the big menu, the plastic bending.

“Mommy, I want pancakes and cheesecake.”

“C/N, you can only pick one; that's too much. Just ask your dad to order one and you order the other so you guys can share.”

“Hm? What?”

I ask, as if the thought of sharing my precious cheesecake or pancakes was so absurd.

“You heard.”

I sigh and give her the half lidded eyes, before eventually complying.

After we order, our deserts arrive in a short while, and I feel my mouth water at how delicious the food looks. Especially the pancakes.

“Try and top this.”

I smirk as I take a bite into the big fluffy pancakes, the texture making my taste buds flutter.

“You'll see.”

“Yeah, like, in a million years.”

“Shut up.”

[artmsmaid]

𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔤!

eddie munson x non-binary reader

+18 MINORS DNI

sinopse: You are shy and keep to yourself, mainly having your dog's companionship. But when you go to summer camp for an extended weekend, you come back to find that your dog has made a new friendship with the infamous town metalhead, Eddie Munson.

cw: underage drinking, drug use, canon divergent, eventual sexual situations, bisexual reader.

wc: 1447k

chapter (2/?).

"Absolutely not! That's MY dog!"

You were baffled by what he said to you next.

"Well..." he slowly sat down and continued to pet Fuffly, if you didn't know that your dog couldn't understand the conversation, you'd think it was waiting for the confrontation while happily being fondled. "Prove it."

Blinking in confusion, what the hell does he mean by that? So, you cleverly asked: "What the hell do you mean prove it?"

"I mean for you to prove it." And he had the nerve to smile at you???

Does he think that you were just up and around Tuesday morning walking around a forest and then decided to go and lie about having a dog?

"Fluffly has a name tag on its collar and it says Fuffly with a date, the date he was born." You finally said, after a moment of silence where you're shocked and the stranger was staring at you, still petting your dog.

"And what day is that?" He turned his head to the side, eyebrows going up just a little.

"Are you fudging kidding me?!" You angrily let out, your fists closing down.

He giggles, "No, no, no, no, I'm for sure not fudging". 

You set aside the slight mockery you heard in his voice to puff out your answer, "15th of July, a true Gemini."

He nodded, looking like he was finally realizing something, "that's why it looks so small then".

"What?" You approached two more steps, looking offended.

"It's that thing you said, a gemy."

"Gemini!" It has been a long time since someone made you feel so many emotions in so little time, but again it has been some time since you had a conversation with someone close to your age, "and he is a Yorkshire, Gemini is his birth sign."

When you came close again, he put his arms a bit more protective around the small dog, surprising you. You weren't going to hurt your dog, but he was looking at you suspiciously like you were going to take it and run away. Shouldn’t you be the one more worried in this scenery?

"Okay, maybe this is your dog," he starts and pauses when you roll your eyes to mumble 'well it is', you were ignored, "but that doesn't mean I should give him to you."

You went from annoyed to shocked to angry, and it looks like this boy in front of you was angry as well. He continued, "For days Curly was walking here alone, why would you let your dog walk around like this?".

This was confusing to you, as your mother promised to walk Fluffy while you were gone at camp. Did she forget? But another thing caught your thoughts right after, "Curly?".

"Aren't you going to answer me?", now he was the one rolling their eyes.

"Its name is Fuffly", you gave one more step, now completely in his personal space, only your dog between you both. You didn't like invading people's personal space, but you had to assert your control over the situation.

It didn't work that well though, as he got up and was taller than you, especially with that annoyingly soft-looking big hair of his. You could also smell his perfume, or some time of body deodorant since perfume seems to fancy for him, it was a very different smell from all the french fragrances you are used to in your home, definitely stronger musk smell."It's a stupid name, Curly Destroyer is better."

Now, Eddie didn't think your name was stupid, but he was still a bit angry at you and wanted to be annoying just for the sake of it.

"Curly Destroyer is way more ridiculous", you were, as well, being annoying for the sake of it. You puffed, and he puffed back. You put your hands on your hips, and he put his hands on as well.

"It's bad-ass, and you still haven't answered me, cutie, why was Curly all alone?"

You would've been taken by surprise by the pet name if it wasn't for the worried mixed disappointed look he was giving you. You finally stopped ripping his hair strand by strand in your mind to evaluate the situation. How did he know Fuffly? He even named him a different name... Was he telling you the truth? Was your dog walking around unchaperoned in the woods these last days? It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it was still dangerous.

"Fuffly wasn't alone," you start to answer, and he looks like he's going to interrupt you when you amend "Well, he wasn't supposed to be alone, my mom should've walked him every morning".

Eddie calmed down a bit with your words. Even if he was still upset by the situation when he looked into your eyes and saw nothing but honesty and confusion, he had to cave in. And they were beautiful eyes, shining in the soft morning light making his heart beat irregularly and being a bit disappointed that you would look away so quickly.

"She didn't", he lets out, trying to come back from the haze, "I mean, I didn't see her, I only saw Curly." He amends when you moved back your face twitching a little at the rash statement. You would have to talk to your mother to know what happened. Although, you’ll hate the confrontation, never enjoying asking more than necessary, sometimes not even to your parents.

"Fuffly," you made a point to correct his name again but only gained a smile back and a roll of eyes as he muttered a ‘not happening’ , "is very used to the forest. We walk here every day. Maybe... he walked off from mother and later came back, so she knew he was safe."

He didn’t seemed very impressed by your excuse, and watched you with hawk eyes as you lowered down to your dog, who happily licked your cheeks with not a worry in his canine eyes. You swiftly glanced at Eddy, was that a jealous look? He got attached fast to the small dog. Even if it wasn’t your responsibility, you would feel horrible to just take Fuffly away by now, and leave those big chocolate rich brown eyes drown in sadness.

Not that you care that much about him, of course, you were just such a good person.

So, with a not subtle at all throat clearing sound, you settle down on the floor, “you know… I’m a bit tired, but Fuffly likes to play a lot”.

“Yes?”, you don’t look, but you know he has a smile on that dumb pretty face. “He does have lots of energy for something so small… You don’t share the genes?”

This makes you look, a frown in your face as you decide if he is calling you short, lazy or both. And yes, the smile in the dumb pretty face gets bigger. “The nerve of you… I just arrived from traveling!”

“Such a pity” he mocks, “didn’t have the energy to stay longer?”

“You know what? I’m not that tired”, you decide, getting up, “I will play with Fuffly.”

“Do you want me to throw it so you both can try to catch?”, he’s reveling on it now, it has been the longest time you looked at him without turning away.

“I beg your pardon?!” a pink flush covers all your face and ears, and he laughs, the sound is a bit like a toddler’s laugh, carefree and full of life.

“Come on, cutie, I won’t throw too far.” He tilts a bit, looking really deep in your eyes, and that’s maybe the first time you don’t mind it at all.

“I bet you couldn’t catch it if I throw it in your face” You make up a mean smile, trying to tease him to, but something went sideways, as a glint in his eyes makes him get closer to your face to whisper.

“Oh, cutie, you can throw it to me any day.”

You don’t get when in the conversation you both stopped talking about an actual wood stick, but now you are more flushed than ever, noticing you can smell his toothpaste with how close he is of you. He also looks disoriented, brown eyes going all over your face to stop on your lips.

Something touch your legs, and you both step back and look down with wild eyes. Fuffly got a wood stick and is expectantly looking at both of you. Laughing, this time more bashfully, Eddy gets the stick from the dog, not being capable of looking at you as his heart is fighting to stay in his chest. “Looks like someone wants to play.”

author's note: I promise the next part won't take a life-time, I got ill but I'm better now.

[canadiancryptid]

Spy x Family Episodes 13-15: The Dog Saga

So, these ones were sorta one long saga, so I'll be putting my notes in one long post. These episodes removed any doubt in my mind that this was one of my favorite shows I've ever seen.

Hey, new intro! This is so cute, I love it.

But this one shot gives me thoughts. I have so many questions about her past, and I can't stop wondering.

Yor is so bad at cooking, but at least she tries. She's not great at the traditional motherly stuff, but she's still amazing in her own way.

Those pet shop dogs have more abs than I do. I'm not afraid of getting biten by them, I'd be afraid of getting punched. Jeez.

Well, okay, maybe not. Those teeth look like buzz saws, so I'm definitely still afraid of getting biten, too.

Anya trying to help her Papa with his spy stuff without him knowing she's trying to help is always amazing.

"I'm not sure if I'm changing or if its just the times, but a kid like this being a terrorist is a hard pill to swallow"

That just says so much about how much his family has changed him. He can't see things the way he used to.

This dog looks like a cross between a fluffly dog, a polar bear and an otter, and he has the voice of an elderly human man. I love him already.

And he can see the future. Fun.

WHY DO WE HAVE MORE BACKSTORY ABOUT THE DOG THAN WE DO ABOUT ANYA?

Also, how to you get future vision from trying to science the dogs to be smarter? How does that work? I would understand if it was based on knowledge, but he's predicting Lloyd's death before he ever met him.

Those dogs ARE smart! If you aren't afraid of an angry Yor, then you're dumb. They no better than to mess with her after she turned the last fuy into a living bouncy ball. Human bodies are not supposed to move like that.

Anya just saved the world by drawing on a wall with ketchup. And nobody knows it was her.

Anya is SMART. She knows how to get her way. She knows the agency will ho along with almost anything to keep her happy and keep operation stryx on track. Because she knows about it in the first place, she knows she can make empty threats to derail the mission as a final trump card. We know she wouldn't, she wants to keep her family the way it is. But they don't know what's going on in her 4-year-old brain.

THEY'RE TOO CUTE I JUST CAN'T!

I'm not okay my heart is a puddle on the floor I love them so much-

So, I feel like there HAS to be some big reveal eventually. There's no way that doesn't end up causing problems. And I refuse to believe the whole "just leave the family behind and go to the next mission" plan was ever ACTUALLY on the table, even if he thought it was.

I think it's gonna end with either Lloyd quiting/retiring from the agency, or with the whole family becoming a part of it. Yor is already well suited for most of that stuff, and Anya has proven she can do the whole mission thing... well, as well as a kid her age can. Still, there's no way the family breaks up. No possible way.

And after getting that little bit of backstory from Handler, I think she'd actually be pretty understanding of either option. Looking forward to seeing how everything plays out.

So far, my only real complaint is how little we've seen of Yor. I mean, we see her as a mother, and she's amazing, but her whole assasin thing is just... there? Like, we know she’s doing that in the background, and she’s done a lot of impressive things, but we almost never see her as an assasin. She's the only one really out of the loop with the whole Operation Stryx thing, and with everything focusing on Lloyd and Anya, she doesn't get nearly as much time to shine. I really like her, but it feels like the show has been doing a lot of telling without much showing. It's not like we haven't seen anything, but it would be nice for her to have a little more time to shine.

[unbinilium120]

Welp I guess I'm overanalyzing the new S1 E8 of helluva boss, the main thing that caught my attention was the whole cotton candy thing that Beelzebub throws out to people,

Now it makes sense that the ruler of gluttony would throw out sweets to people, but the way some of the hellhounds react to the candy doesn't seem right.

Unless this is a sugar rush I don't think thats normal cotton candy,

I did do some research into the effect of cotton candy on dogs and its not exactly something they should eat causing stomach problems due to cotton candy mainly being fluffly sugar.

So why the hell is cotton candy doing this?

I mean look at this guy and tell me he's okay,

Last time i had cotton candy I didn't froth at the mouth,

I have a few ideas of what the heck is going on here,

The main idea i have is that the layer of gluttony isn't just about people who had too much food in life but more about no self control, people who would consume a excessive amount of something.

When looking at it like that it might explain the whole drug like cotton candy, the people of gluttony have lots of drugs.

Which in hell is probably not the worst thing in there.

Now of course there are some wrinkles in this idea, the big one being that Vortex had some of the cotton candy and was fine so unless Beelzebub threw him some clean cotton candy then this idea is a bit of a bust.

He does radiate himbo energy though in this episode so maybe he's just immune or something, i need to think more about this.

[finnritter]

For the ask game - Tuor!

Ask Game:

Thank you for the ask!! Another character who's so dear to me (and got me rambling a lot, again)

Tuor

one aspect about them i love

How resilient he is. It’s something I admire a lot, in reallife people and fictional characters alike, and he is such a good example of a character who honestly was dealt a pretty bad hand in his early life and still continues to persevere and make the best of it. And he even keeps most of his bold spirit! Sure, he has baggage to deal with, but he does not at all seem like a cynical or despairing character – the obvious contrasting parallels with Túrin are such a fun aspect to analyse as well! Overall he absolutely seems to me like a dude who just gets throwin into the weirdest shit and basically reacts like: ok cool, let’s see how I deal with this. And it works out for him pretty well at the end, I would say.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

I don’t think that he gets talked about enough to be actually misunderstood, so I’m just using this category to scream about him: He’s so cool!! But in such a simple way!! He has the thing that Beren also has, even though a little different in practice, where he is… just a guy. A very good guy who somehow ends up doing a lot of cool shit, but at heart he is just a dude and I love that for him. He loves his wife and his friends and good food and a comfy home. He’s also the perfect example for “found family is true family, not matter how long it takes to find them”. And I’m so happy for him that he does!!

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

Idril and him are both certified dog-people-tm. They probably have several dogs in Gondolin, and at least one of them is a gigantic, lazy, saint bernard-shaped one. Tuor was absolutely ready to get up at 5 every morning to go jogging with this enormous powerhouse of a beast and had to learn (with a little bit of disappointment) that mr. dog really just wants to nap and sometimes have chill walks around the city where he stops to sniff every two steps. He is big and strong enough to easily carry little Eärendil, though, and so he does. Constantly. Eärendil loves it and honestly, his parents were a bit concerned that he would never actually learn how to walk. (Sorry that this is now mainly a hc about Tuor’s dog, instead of about him. But he’s important to me.) (Btw, the dog also likes to slobber on Turgon, specifically. Certified cat-person-tm Turgon does not enjoy it.)

one character i love seeing them interact with

Voronwë, always!! I talked a little bit about the importance of the Idril/Tuor/Voronwë-trio (I want to call them Gondolin-trio, but Gondolin has so many good trios) in my post about Idril, but Tuor’s and his friendship is especially important to me! I love fics about their travel, their time in Gondolin and – although I have found very little about this  - about their time after the Fall as well. They go through so much with each other and support each other throughout. I absolutely believe in the theory/version that Idril and Tuor took him with them to Valinor in the end, they deserve to not be separated again. Also Tuor and Voronwë have one of the strongest cases of “not friendship, not romantic love, but a secret third thing”-dynamics for me, which I always love so, so much.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

This is so random, but I had been thinking about a scenario where a) Idril and Tuor (and Voronwë) reach Aman, like they always do in my heart, by the way, and b) Elenwë eventually gets reembodied and man, I would love seeing Tuor and her interact! I am so convinced that they would like each other instantly. They would cook and play cards and have fun conversations while Idril and Turgon (bc apparently this is a fluffly “everyone lives again”-au now!) in the next room are heatedly discussing TA-Tirion’s infrastructure or something. Also in the same vein, Finrod. Tell me Finrod would not be absolutely crazy over the only Edain in Valinor. Also Turgon’s son-in-law. He would not leave him alone. (Even though this train of thought always makes me a little said because of Bëor and Andreth. ANYWAY, this is not what this question was about.)

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character He was very communally raised. This is way I have been going on so much about the “finally found a family” thing in this. I absolutely do not want to dump on the elves of Mithrim, who raised him, since they apparently did a good job of bringing him up and teaching him. But I like the thought that, even though Annael was the one who took him in, Tuor did not really have one exclusive parental figure. I mean, he calls himself “son of Huor” and lists the houses of Men as his ancestry very famously in FoG, he is definitely proud of his heritage, maybe more than of his upbringing. I think Annael and the other elves made sure that he knew his roots, obviously wanting to be transparent with him, but of course this also instantaneously created a rift between him and them. Also, considering that he was probably the first mortal child many of them had ever met and that 16 years feels like almost nothing to elves, I’m fairly certain that this time could pass without any of them forming a particularly close bond to him. I can see 12-year-old “my dad was a war-hero and I wanna be like him!!”-Tuor considering all these immortal elves his friends, maybe his guardians, but not his actual parents. He got fed, he got cared for, he had people he could ask questions and learn from, he surely also got cuddled and comforted if he asked, but it was also very clear to him that this was not the place he actually belonged to.

[ursbearhug]

Somebody asked me what were my least and most favourite things working in vet clinic, so yeah. I'll share since I don't have anything to do anyway.

Favourites: I got to work with puppies. Puppies are delight. They're mini little fluffly creatures. They'll let you vaccinate them if you give them something tasty and they won't even remember it. They're also very cuddly and curious fellas. Sometimes, they're so excited to see you, they'll wet the floor a little bit.

Working with 'regular' clients was somehow neat. Normally, you don't want your clients to come back because that means you're doing rather shitty job at being doctor (not me, I'm not a doctor) or there is some larger problem at hand. But seeing same faces makes the meeting with people on a daily a little easier to stomach. If you're also incompetent like me, they don't trust you with tasks and thefore I have less to worry about. I wasn't a shitty worker but I was far cry from good sport.

I liked how silly folks are sometimes. Like, one time a guy called to ask if he can come over with 7 puppies he found in the river/on the river bank. For anyone curious, those were otters. Other time there was this older lady who said that syrups are smarter than tablets, because they go straight to the lungs and tablets are big stupid and go to the tummy first. There was this one lady who tried to scratch of her dog's nipple. There was this one doggo who got his leg absolutely annihilated by the buckshot and despite having 90% femur shattered, he was too busy playing with me to be bothered about not having a bone anymore.

Least favourite: I didn't like cats before going into the school and working with them just made me like them even less. I once read that people who don't like cats, are spiteful because they cannot control them or something similarly asinine. I cannot mansplain, manipulate and manwhore my way out of working with cat and I have to live with it. I've worked with hundrends of cats and dogs, and dogs are significantly less likely to try to claw my face off at first sight. Yeah, they can be whiny but at least they don't attempt murder. Cats are just too much of a main character for me to stomach and I don't vibe with it. I worked with one nice cat, she was clinic cat for a short while and then got adopted by some assholes. I tried to put the cat into my friends' homes but ya know. Animals can be a handful.

I hate working with other people. Whether with multiple doctors or with owners. Im the former it's just screaming at me a lot and the latter is me trying not to scream a lot. Owners often only pretend that they're listening to you and it's very obvious and it's vexing. Older men are the worst because they obviously think they're the smartest being in the universe, when it's pretty clear they wouldn't be able to put their shoes on without a map, a wife and a prayer. Sometimes they ask me stuff I cannot answer and won't take "I don't know" as an awnser even when told I'm learning and have been at it for like a week or two. This also sometimes cause paradox when they're smarter than you because you're just a wee highschool but dumber than you because they ask you in the first place. Go figure?

I hated the profiting off of suffering that the workplace kinda entail. I worked in two different places and from my classmates, I know their places operated similarly. If you're pricing yourself fairly and to make it affordable for the people, you're barely keep the place running. If you decide to siphon from them, you can become a rich bitch and have flourishing place but your clients literally cannot afford your services and sometimes, you tax them to death. I cannot in good conscience do the latter and the former doesn't help out with already failing economical state of household.

Lastly, I wouldn't call myself an empath but I would call myself a sponge for sadness and sorrow. And that doesn't really bode well in a workplace where you often face untreatable problems and being in position of responsibility of saying "that's enough, we tried everything" and then sleeping at night. Thankfully it didn't happen often when I worked, but this few time it did it was actually pretty hard not to kill myself on the spot with the room that made me so morbidly depressed in a 0,001 seconds.

[tojisun]

Imma leave some fluffy/funny hcs bc y’all are too angsty lol.

Megumi being big brother figure to gojo and y/n’s kids is 1000/10. Especially if the kid (who’s probably 3-5 years old??) looks up to Megumi as the cool big bro with stars in their eyes. And they start to copy Gumi’s mannerisms—for example, calling their father a “gangly albino idiot”.

Gojo’s jaw drops in shock the first time this happens as Getou starts shaking in laughter (he came over to hang, in this AU he never went evil kthnxbye). And I also imagine that after a short adjustment period megumi visited y/n sometimes (this was discussed among all the adults and everyone agreed to it, and y/n did really miss Megumi). Megumi has a soft spot for y/n’s kid as well, and even summons his dogs for them even though he NEVER does this for anyone ever. And whenever Megumi has to go and calls back the dogs the kid cries (“bye doggy! Bye bye goomi big bwo!”) so Megumi gifts the kid a pair of stuffed dogs, one black and one white, for them :3

HASDHASH THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS! we needed a wholesome/fluffly hwb au <333

cw: i think i butchered the jjk universe/laws so do forgive me, ocs / wc: 1.5k

i hope you’ll like this!!!

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megumi is ten when gojo satoru entered his life. he knew of satoru already, especially after being invited to your wedding with him, but he didn’t expect satoru to come to him.

toji rioted when he found out that satoru offered to be his mentor, claiming that there would be a better candidate, but he’s literally the gojo satoru. who else would be a better candidate than him?

it took him weeks of persuasion before toji finally agreed, and it was only because megumi’s mother began asking what satoru is supposed to be even teaching megumi.

“um,” megumi said over dinner when she asked, “violin?”

she gasped, nodding appreciatively and spooning more beans onto toji’s plate. toji scrunched his nose before hiding his disgust when she looked at him and smiled. she offered megumi more beans too, but megumi shook his head. 

“i think it’s wonderful that gumi wants to learn playing the violin, don’t you think so, dear?”

toji grumbled, nodding his head anyways before turning to shoot a pointed look at megumi’s way. megumi pokes his tongue out at him in retaliation.

“just be mindful of y/n and her baby, okay? don’t be too loud and don’t bicker too much with gojo-kun. gumi, you understand?”

megumi nodded, sincere with his answer. “yes, i understand.”

she pinched his cheeks, smiling, before offering more beans to toji. megumi stiffled a laugh when toji pretended to be full by faking a burp.

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any thoughts about learning cursed techniques flew from his head when he met little nen who turned his big eyes at him, mid-cry, before breaking out into a big smile.

“he-o!” nen greets, waddling towards him. he has straight white hair like satoru’s, bangs pinned to the sides with strawberry-designed clips. he has a dusting of freckles at the bridge of his nose and on his round cheeks that look like mochis themselves. he has snot running down his nose and tears clinging onto his white lashes, and yet he is the most adorable baby that megumi has ever seen.

“hi,” he says, stopping himself from squealing before crouching down to accept nen’s embrace.

he turns to you, silently fawning when nen fisted at megumi’s index finger. you smile at his apparent joy, hiding a fond laugh on your palms as megumi turns back to nen and listened to nen’s babblings.

you snap many pictures to send to megumi’s mom.

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megumi’s schedule with the gojos goes like this:

in the morning, he is trained by satoru. when he asked him if you really think that satoru was teaching him violin outside, satoru told him, in a round-about-way, that you were aware of curses and cursed techniques. megumi asked if you had to be told about curses because something happened with nen, but satoru held his tongue and megumi learned not to ask anything about nen’s abilities anymore.

he and satoru return to your house at ten in the morning where nen glues himself beside megumi for breakfast. satoru whines (playfully, megumi hopes) about nen favouring megumi over him, but nen ignores him all the time.

satoru does teach him violin, only because megumi’s mother began asking him to play for her. surprisingly, satoru is a great teacher. toji sulks when megumi tells him this.

in the afternoon, they go back out again for training. these sessions are far more intense than the morning ones because satoru no longer guides him, choosing to spar with him.

during his free time, megumi is around nen. nen loves him so and he blushes every time you comment how cute they are together.

you do not tell him that you’ve missed him, but megumi knows all the same. at first, it was so awkward being left alone with you, especially when it’s satoru’s turn to coax nen to nap, but the awkwardness fades and he is left feeling so welcomed and loved.

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megumi grumbles when he ends up on his back again, his divine dogs submerging back into the shadows.

“that was better than yesterday, megumi-chan!” satoru praises, coming to stand over him, his broad figure creating a shadow over megumi. he smiles when megumi shoots him a glare.

“it’s not enough,” megumi mutters, sitting up and ruffling at his hair. 

“why of course it isn’t!” satoru says, tutting at megumi’s growl. “but you’re only ten.”

“you were stronger than this when you were ten!”

satoru laughs. “of course i was! but i’m gojo satoru and you’re fushiguro megumi,” satoru explains as though that makes all the difference. and megumi swallows his angry retort because it does.

they go back into the house, satoru dramatically collapsing beside you and plopping his head on your lap. megumi sits beside geto suguru, a constant in the gojo household, who is helping nen colour at his book.

nen sees him and abandons suguru instantly, not once turning to look back at his uncle when suguru gasps as dramatically as satoru. those two really are one of the same. ugh.

nen clambers in front of megumi, dragging his colouring book and coloured pencils. “megu-nii here!” he says, offering megumi both items. megumi takes them from his tiny hands as nen settles beside him.

“neeen!” satoru whines from beside you, “who do you like better? daddy or megu-nii?”

megumi casts a quick glance at him before whispering to nen. “tell your daddy that you like me better than his gangly albino butt.” 

nen giggles at megumi’s words before turning to face the adults and repeats what his megu-nii told him to say. “nen likes megu-nii better than daddy’s gan-ly alb’no butt!”

megumi laughs, crumpling on the floor at the sounds of satoru’s horrified screeching, suguru’s booming laughter, and your hushed “baby, my god, don’t say that!”

amidst the chaos, nen giggles along.

when satoru deposits megumi at toji’s car, unimpressed eyes turning to both dad and son, megumi just thinks, “worth it.”

it was a silent drive home until, “so what’d ya do to make gojo look like that?”

megumi shakes in laughter in between his retelling.

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you are at work, with satoru and megumi entrusted to look after nen, when satoru is called for a mission. 

“it’s an emergency mission. shoko’s on her way to watch over you two, but for now i need you to protect yourself and nen, okay?”

megumi nods, fearful, and watches as satoru blips away.

nen’s still napping in his room and megumi summons his divine dogs to watch over him. megumi stays in the living room, heart pounding as he waits for shoko. just five minutes in, he hears nen screaming from his room followed by his divine dogs barking.

megumi’s heart drops and he races to nen’s room only to find nen playing with his dogs– wait.

nen can see his divine dogs.

“oh shit.”

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“hey,” you greet, entering the kitchen, “do you know why nen’s asking if megumi can bring his dogs again?”

“uh,” is all satoru could tell you.

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“doggies!” nen cheers, laughing when both shiro and kuro nuzzle at him. megumi’s divine dogs are towering over nen and yet the boy is laughing away at the sight of them, anyways.

satoru’s beside megumi, watching as his shikigami dogs nose at nen. satoru had given him hell when he found out that nen was asking about megumi’s dogs, telling him that he wanted to learn about nen’s ability to see curses in a different and in a more sentimental way.

“brat,” satoru whispers to him when nen screams, “thank you megu-nii!” after literally being tackled by the divine dogs.

“old man,” megumi retorts.

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nen cries hard when megumi told him that he has to leave with the divine dogs.

“megu-nii!” he wails, grabby hands turned to megumi as he squirms in satoru’s arms. megumi’s divine dogs are standing on either side of satoru, as restless as nen. 

megumi expects satoru to say something cheeky; something like “you don’t need megu-nii, baby, daddy’s here,” but satoru is silent, hand rubbing at nen’s back in comfort.

megumi blinks, wondering if this is truly a serious moment and that he isn’t just downplaying nen’s sadness. he turns to you, astonished, but you just send a small smile at him. “he’s just really sleepy now,” you say, “and satoru told him yesterday that you won’t be visiting as much anymore because of school and he’s been very sad about that.”

“oh,” megumi utters, turning back to satoru and nen, watching him smother a yawn with his tiny fist. satoru begins bouncing nen in his arms, whispering something to him that only nen could hear.

nen misses him. nen misses him. megumi tries to stifle the bubbling joy.

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the next time he visits, he summons his divine dogs instantly. the three of them greet nen who turned at them with starry eyes.

and when megumi presented nen plush toys that are the exact replica of his divine dogs, he was prepared for nen’s excited shrilling.

“megu-nii is the best!”

no one entertains satoru’s dramatic gasp.

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[how we break masterlist]

[rogermyreligion]

Hey could I please request number 56 from the prompts list with Roger? 😊

56. "You're a mess"

"Look at you," he said caressing your inner thigh, fingertips burning your skin, "Your legs are tempting," he ghosted his fingers in front of your need clothed pussy.

You were spread on the bed in front of a big mirror, Roger was behind, your back facing his chest, you were wearing just white panties, he was completely dressed.

"Rog, please" you whispered, placing your hand over his and trying to guided it to your needy clit in a subtle way.

"Please what baby?" He took your hand away and instead he slided it to your waist, stroking you with his fingertips, sending shivers down your spine and chills between your legs.

"Touch me, do something" you bit your lower lip as you whined, he got you in this position for like 20 minutes, teasing you and touching you everywhere but where you needed the most, the image of you in the mirror was also helping you to grow impatient.

"Why would i do that?" He chuckled smugly, "You're so pretty like this, i love watching you squirm when i didn't even get the chance to touch you properly," his hands now found your lower belly, drumming his fingers there.

You just sighed with eyes close, one of your hand began to draw a path down your pussy, you need some relief and Roger was not helping.

"Nuh uh," he grabbed your hand softly and pulled it to his mouth to give it a sweet kiss on the palm, his damn soft and dominating behaviour was killing you slowly.

You huffed literally like a child and Roger couldn't stop his laughing, your toes were curling in anticipation as his hand were ghosting around your body, not giving you proper touches. He also couldn't ignore the big grey patch in your white panties, so he gave up.

"Look how wet you are and i didn't even get here," his index fingers danced over the patch and your jaw dropped a few millimiters at the sudden friction.

"Fuck.." you mumbled, watching through the mirror how slowly his finger was moving.

He gave your pussy a rough smack that made you jump and whimper, "Alright i'm growing impatient too, you're too inviting to just have you like this and do nothing," he reached out beside him and picked a paint brush, he had a devil grin painted on his lips by the moment he grazed the object over your clothed and now wet pussy.

"Oh shit-" you whined and bit your lip hungrily at the weird sensation, it was pleasing, but you rather prefer his fingers.

He hummed, "You like this? That's what you wanted?" He kept grazing the fluffly thing all over your clit, and you were moaning softly.

"Yeah but-" you moaned in the middle thanks to Roger speeding up his grazing, the friction was good but not enough to your desperation to cum.

"But?" His voice was hoarse and rough now, darker than in the beggining, "I recall you telling me to do something, and i'm doing something" his free hand grasping your leg to keep you still, meeting your needy eyes in the mirror in front of him.

Your orgasm was building archingly slowly, "Fffuck i'm gonna c-cum" you stuttered, legs trying to buck.

"No, you won't" he tossed the paint brush somewhere in the room, leaving you extremely desperate, like a whiny dog, you were sobbing, frustrated for not have the chance to get some relief.

You dropped your head back until it hit his shoulder, "Rog-" you sobbed.

He ignored you, playing with the waistband of your panties, "Let me see how much you want to cum," he slided down your panties and you helped him to remove it completely, he met in the reflect of the mirror the sight of your wet core, your pussy lips soaked and your clit was swollen, screaming for some friction, "Holy shit love, you really want it," he murmured, kissing your neck and playing with your wetness, "You're a mess,"

You moaned now with his fingers toying with you, "Please please please," you begged while grasping the sheets with your fists, hoping as hell this wasn't another fucking teasing.

He insert a single finger in such a delicious way that made you cry with relief, his free hand landed on your clit, he could feel it throbbing, he started rubbing quickly while pumping his finger, adding another one in the process. His fingers were making slick noises that matched perfectly with your moans, it was too obscene but exciting, he was enjoying your view in the mirror, you could feel his jeans getting tight on your back.

"Cum now, you wanted to cum? You better do it," he ordered, speeding up his movements as you melted in pleasure.

Your legs were turning to jelly, hips bucking and your lips were red for all the biting, tears running down your cheeks, just as your juice dripping slowly down your entrance, "F-fuck right there, o-oh my god," you closed your eyes tightly as your high hit you like a train.

Roger helped you to ride it off properly as he placed cute open mouth kisses on your shoulder, "Such a good mess" he mumbled on your skin as you shivered, pulling his fingers out to bring it to his mouth, humming contently.

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[crayonwriting]

Father and son go for a walk

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"Hold on to my hand tightly, okay Kiyoshi?" Sakusa looked at his son, bundled up in a fluffly jacket with a small bag strapped across his body,  who nodded excitedly. "Bye uncle!" Kiyoshi waved to the cameraman. He held on to Sakusa's hand as much as his little hand could. Sakusa did his best to walk in Kiyoshi's pace so that he won't get tired. Taking walks has been one of Sakusa's random past times for years now. The calm wind blowing in his face felt peaceful and it was also a good kind of exercise without much effort. He hoped that Kiyoshi would enjoy taking walks as much as he did. "Kiyoshi, do you want some candy?" At the mention of the sugary sweet, Kiyoshi squealed in delight. "Can I, papa? Won't mama get mad?" "She said you're allowed sweets from time to time so, yes. This is okay." Sakusa smiled at his son beneath his mask. You were really adamant on  giving Kiyoshi sweets in the first place but if it's one way of getting his son to like him, one piece of candy won't hurt. Kiyoshi's eyes sparkled in excitement and he walked faster this time, pulling his dad along with him to the nearest convenience store. When they were by the entrance, Kiyoshi let go of Sakusa's hand and tried opening the door himself. Sakusa made sure to spray his hand with the alcohol he brought after pulling the door open to let his son inside. Kiyoshi seemed to already know which candy he wants as he immediately went to the counters and did his best to reach the treat. "Papa, I want this one. Strawberry please." He was on his toes, pointing to the rows of candies. "Okay, but let me clean your hands first." Sakusa sprayed Kiyoshi's hands with alcohol as well and helped rubbed it in his small palms. He plucked a strawberry lollipop from the display and handed it to Kiyoshi. The small boy smiled widely before lifting the lollipop back to his dad. "Please open this for me, papa?" Sakusa smiled and did just that. He put the wrapper inside his pocket to throw away later. He went to one of the aisles and got himself a can of iced coffee. He went to the cashier and paid. While he was doing this, Kiyoshi silently followed him around the store. When Sakusa was done, he offered his hand to Kiyoshi and they headed back out again. They walked for a while before something caught Sakusa's eye in the distance. It was the local playground. Now, as much as possible, he didn't want Kiyoshi to be exposed to a lot of unsanitary things but he could hear your voice in the back of his head. "If you keep him inside, his immune system is going to be super sensitive to everything outside. Kiyoshi's age is vulnerable to getting sick but he needs some of those to build up his strength. I'm here if he ever does get sick, so, don't you worry, okay Omi-kun?" You had compromised with him that day---to let Kiyoshi play around outside for a bit then do the necessary sanitations when you get home. Sakusa was just about to counter that but he trusts you and he knows it himself that he will always be there to protect Kiyoshi no matter what happens. "Do you want to go to the playground?" Sakusa asked the boy.  Kiyoshi replied with a firm 'yes.' They walked for a few more minutes before they finally got to the playground. It wasn't that much crowded so far, with only about four kids playing around. "Guys!" Kiyoshi ran ahead of his father. "Let's have some candy!" He shouted to the kids on the playground. No one seemed to pay him any attention. He looked to the side and spotted a little girl playing on the rocking horse. He instantly approached her offering his lollipop. The little girl just stared at Kiyoshi up close. Kiyoshi flashed her his best smile. Sakusa stayed rooted in his spot---hands pocketed in his jacket---just by the sidewalk, enough to monitor Kiyoshi's whereabouts. "You're wearing a winter jacket." Kiyoshi told the girl. When she didn't respond, Kiyoshi continued. "Do you want some candy?" He held out his lollipop to her. "You can try it three times." She just alternated between staring at Kiyoshi and the lollipop but she didn't respond. Kiyoshi was about to tell her something when she spotted another kid---an older girl this time---and he walked up to her to offer his candy. "Do you want some?" The older girl smiled sheepishly before shaking her head from side to side. Feeling a little flustered, she walked away from Kiyoshi without another word. Kiyoshi looked around, confused as to why his friends don't want any candy. He shrugged the thought away and went to go up the slide. When he reached the top of the slides he jumped around in excitement. Some of the other kids passed by him which Kiyoshi didn't mind much. Seeing one of the older kids slide down, he decided try it out himself. This was actually his first time going down a slide this big. Sakusa worried by the sidelines, so he took a few steps closer just in case Kiyoshi gets scared. To his surprise, his son didn't even ask for help from him or any of the other children. Kiyoshi just sat on one of the slides and pushed off. Just as his feet touched the ground, Kiyoshi glanced at his papa and smiled widely. Sakusa smiled as well, giving him a thumbs up. One of the cameramen set up a small camera just by the end of the slide to capture Kiyoshi going down. The boy noticed and kicked the small gadget like it was  a ball. Sakusa was quick to retrieve it. "Kiyoshi." He looked at his dad. "You're not supposed to kick this, okay?" Kiyoshi thought that he was going to be scolded so, he just smiled cheekily at his father, hoping to get away with it. Just as Sakusa was about to remind him again, Kiyoshi's attention was already elsewhere. "Look! There's a dog!"  He ran up to the golden pomeranian whose owner was busy on a call. They passed through the playground which caught the attention of most of the children there. Sakusa shook his head, amused at Kiyoshi’s bravery. "I'm gonna catch you!" Kiyoshi squealed. The owner of the dog noticed the kids crowding up to her so she halted in her steps to let the kids play for a bit. Kiyoshi was the bravest of them all as he stood in front of the dog and started shouting at it. The dog just looked at Kiyoshi silently. He started barking at the dog as well. "Kiyoshi," Sakusa crouched beside him. He doesn't like dogs just because he thinks they're not clean and their fur makes him itch. But he knows that Kiyoshi is fond of dogs. As much as he wants his son to just ignore the small animal, he can't. "If you keep shouting, the dog will get angry. Try petting him." Kiyoshi cautiously neared the dog and placed his hands on its fur. He patted the dog who, to Sakusa's relief, stood still and didn't pounce on Kiyoshi. Soon the other kids followed suit and took turns patting the animal. "Do you want to play on the swing?" Sakusa held out his hand. "Yes!" Kiyoshi held on to his father as he let himself be guided towards the swing set. Sakusa felt relief wash over him because the more Kiyoshi brushed the pomeranian's fur, the more his spine tingled in anxiety. Before getting on the swings, he sprayed alcohol on Kiyoshi's hands which the little boy did't mind. Sakusa helped Kiyoshi on to the swing and pushed him lightly.  Kiyoshi wriggled his legs in excitement and cheered in delight. "Let's swing together!" Kiyoshi told the older girl he met earlier who was also on the other swing with her mother. The girl still ignored Kiyoshi with a blushing face. "Look at me!" "Excuse me," the mother interrupted. "Aren't you Sakusa Kiyoomi from the MSBY  Black Jackals?" Sakusa looked at the woman before nodding his head and mumbling a soft ‘yes.’ He felt a ittle bit embarassed about being recognized outside, especially in a playground with his son but he knows, with the number of games that the Jackals have been wining recently, they were bound to be recognized one way or another. "Me and my husband are huge fans." She gushed. Sakusa did his best to smile in acknowledgement beneath his mask. He bowed slightly to her and murmured a soft 'thank you.' "Your son is cute." Kiyoshi just watched this short interaction. He has never seen his father talk  with other people other than those who deliver food to their house sometimes, or his grandparents. He was amazed that his dad can make other people smile, like he does with him and you. "Papa, I want to stop now." Sakusa held the swing so that Kiyoshi could hop off. "Do you want to go on the slides with me?" He asked. Kiyoshi started wandering around the playground and forcing himself into the small groups that formed. He ignored his dad in favor of playing with the other kids. Sakusa was trying his best to gain Kiyoshi's favor but he was invisible as long as there were other kids around. So, he resumed his position by the playground entrance, still keeping an eye on his boy. Kiyoshi approached a group of older boys playing by the monkey bars. He asked them to play with them but the other boys just stared at him. They ignored Kiyoshi and went to the other side of the playground. Kiyoshi didn't give up though. He followed the boys wherever they went, still asking them to play with him. He wasn't successful with them so when he saw a older brother and a little sister pair just arriving, he quickly approached them. "Play with me!" Kiyoshi stated. The siblings just stared at him as well. Kiyoshi saw that they were holding hands so, he held out his. "Hold my hand too!" The older boy was hesitant, but he took his hand whilst holding his sister's in another. The trio walked around the playground before wandering off to the nearby park. Kiyoshi suddenly had an idea of looking for ants and beetles. When Sakusa heard this he wanted to take Kiyoshi home, but then he knows that his son will just hate him for not letting him play with his friends. So he did the only thing he could do---watch. He made sure that Kiyoshi wouldn't touch anything extraordinarily dirty or worse, put it in his mouth. The outside hittter shadowed over the three children as they picked up random sticks and dried leaves while stuffing them into a small hole the older boy dug up. Kiyoshi also pretended to bang on a wall so that 'the ants will turn into bees.' After a while they wandered around, with Kiyoshi leading the way, before getting lost. Good thing Sakusa was around and he pointed them back to the direction of the playground. But children were easily distracted. When they saw a tree, Kiyoshi suddenly stated that it was an ant kingdom that they needed to destroy. They started banging on the tree trunk with their sticks; their laughs echoing throughout the air. Sakusa found it amusing how vast a child's imagination can be. His phone started ringing inside his jean pocket. Walking a little bit farther to the side, he answered the call. "Miya." "Omi-omi, where are ya?" "Why do you need to know?" "There's an emergency team meeting." Atsumu stated. "I sent ya a text." "What's the problem?" Sakusa groaned. "Coach said something about the next match. There was a mix-up or something." Sakusa cursed under his breath. "Okay. I'll head there now." He hung up the phone and proceeded to call Kiyoshi's babysitter. You both had hired her for the times both you and Kiyoomi are called in for work. "Sakusa-san?" "Remi. I apologize for the sudden call. Are you able to take in Kiyoshi for a while? I just need to attend an emergency meeting at work." "I'm so sorry Sakusa-san, but I am meeting with relatives today." "I see. It's alright. Thank you." When he ended the call, he scrolled through his contacts list to see who could take Kiyoshi for just a few hours. He saw Komori's number and decided to dial it "Motoya." "Kiyoomi!" His cousin greeted cheerfully. "I need someone to look after Kiyoshi for just a few hours. I just have to attend an emergency meeting." "As much as I want to, I'm actually in Osaka right now. " "Aah." Sakusa suddenly ransacked his brain for other people he he can entrust Kiyoshi to. He remained silent before Komori interrupted him. "Why not just take Kiyoshi with you? He's an obedient kid. I'm sure he won't put you in any trouble." "And have him meet my chaotic teammates? No way." Komori laughed at  his cousin. Some things never do change. "Suit yourself." --- Sakusa hates how Komori was right. He couldn't find a last minute babysitter so he has no choice but to bring Kiyoshi with him. They returned home to clean themselves up a bit and fetch their car. Sakusa helped Kiyoshi to his car seat before they drove off to the Japan Volleyball Association Head Office. Kiyoshi fell asleep on the whole ride there. Just before entering the room where the whole team was, he knelt to Kiyoshi's height.  "Kiyoshi, I have to talk to some people about important things," Sakusa started, holding on to his son's hand, "You have to stay quiet, okay? You have to behave." Despite being very sociable, whenever you or Sakusa tell Kiyoshi beforehand that he needs to behave, he knows that it's something important and he doesn't want his parents to be upset. Sakura pushed open one of the doors and almost everyone turned to greet him. "I apologize for being late." Sakusa bowed his head. "I also have my son with me. I couldn't find a babysitter in time and my wife is away. He promises to be quiet." Kiyoshi stared up at all the adults in the room, some were wearing formal suits while the rest of the team wore so,ething casual. They were all strangers to him. "Eh? Kiyoshi is already that big?" Atsumu piped up from one side of the long table. "Has it really been three years?" "Omi-kun! He looks just like you!" Hinata was the first to approach Kiyoshi, opening up his palm towards the child. "Can I get a high-five Kiyoshi-kun?" Kiyoshi did not hesitate to slap his smaller palm against the redhead's. Sakusa flinched at the contact. He knows he would have to give a full bath to Kiyoshi when they get home. "Please take a seat Sakusa-san. We'll be starting soon." One of the MSBY representatives said. Sakusa sat beside Atsumu---which was the only available seat left. To keep Kiyoshi occupied, he gave him a piece of paper and a pencil to draw with that he asked one of the secretaries nearby. The meeting continued smoothly. Kiyoshi did well and was silent the whole time. He kept drawing his favorite animals on his paper whilst sitting on his father's lap. He sometimes took Sakusa's hand, and traced around it, making it look like his favorite dinosaur after adding eyes, a mouth and some scales. Kiyoshi would nudge his dad to show his masterpiece to which Sakusa would reply with a pat on Kiyoshi's head added with a feather-like kiss.  The emergency meeting took about an hour and a half. Just as they were wrapping up,  Atsumu's attention was on Kiyoshi. The faux blond wanted to impress the boy with his artistic skills. Whatever animal Kiyoshi wanted to see, Atsumu would draw it. "Can you draw a snake?" "That's easy." Atsumu drew on the corner of the paper. When Kiyoshi, inspected the drawing, he shook his head. "That's not a snake." "What are ya talkin' about? It is a snake!" "That's a worm." "Ya wound me, Kiyoshi-kun!" Atsumu fake gasped which made Kiyoshi laugh. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. "Hey Omi-kun, let's have a play date. My Katsumi is almost the same age as Kiyoshi so—" "No." "That's great! My babies could join too!" Bokuto added. "Wait, I—" Sakusa was interrupted once more. "Hey, that's actually a neat idea." Barnes, who was watching them, piped up from his seat. He looked to their captain sat beside him. "What do you think, Shugo?" The captain of the Jackals pondered on the idea, pursing his lips. "That's actually not bad. Like a family day for the team, right?" Sakusa sighed. He's probably not going to get out of what's about to happen.

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tags: @plump-peach​ / @keijikunn​

04.19.2021

[bwoahtastic]

Big fluffly wolf lance being like on of those big dogs that dont understand they are big so he behaves more like Lando in his wolfform so a lot of packmembers soemtimes just get a big lap full of cuddly needy Lance. Also Lance trying to sneakly sneak under wolfform toto cause warm which it dosent work its very cute but logistically not possible

Oh for sure Lance just thinks he is a lapdog sjdjd. Especially Esteban and Seb probably get happy, whiny pup Lance on their lap, who just happily licks at their face and drools on them as he gets cuddled sksk

Aaahhh Toto would really try hard to pretend not to notice but Lance is chonqy and just doesn't fit under him and they way he is trying to push his nose under Toto's belly just tickles ksks. But Toto still curls himself around Lance and just noses and cuddles him cos he is so cute!

[kakashisdarling]

Broken ribs - Kiba Inuzuka

Kiba x reader (fluff)

“What do you mean he is at the hospital?” my voice is inked with worry.

“He just broke a few bones, nothing too serious.”

“Nothing too serious? He is at the hospital, that’s literally the meaning of a serious issue,” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “And Akamaru?”

“I think he broke a leg.”

“Naruto! Take this seriously!”

“Maaa, I’m telling you it’s nothing to be worried about.” I roll my eyes impatiently, ready to scold Naruto but before I do, he squeezes my arm in a warm gesture. “He can take it, Y/n. He’s stronger than you think.”

I chuckle slightly, Naruto is right. Kiba won’t be taken down so easily, he’s an outstanding shinobi and if I may say so, a very stubborn one. Plus, he can always count on Akamaru.

“Thank you, Naruto,” he smiles widely before waving his hand and making his way out of my doorstep.

Even though I find comfort in his words, the nip of worry in my stomach won’t dissipate that easily. I try to compose myself, what should I do first? Kiba will probably be staying a few nights at the hospital, so the first thing to do is pack a bag with the essentials. Ah, I should also cook something for him, I know for a fact that Kiba doesn’t like hospital food (I mean who does?).

This is not the first time I had to visit Kiba at the hospital, but it is the first time since we moved in together, so that’s most likely why my head is all over the place. And I find myself eager to see him as I go through his stuff, his familiar scent numbing my senses.

I bite my lip while gathering what I think he’ll need in a backpack, trying to recall if I’m forgetting something. Then, I hurry to the kitchen to cook and pack a bento and the spare portion of dog food Kiba left on the fridge. And once I’m done, I head to the hospital.

I lay my head on the door’s frame, gazing silently at Kiba. Naruto was right, it doesn’t seem very serious, he has a few scratches scattered on his skin and a bandage on his torso. Akamaru is resting by his side, both have their eyes closed.

“Come say hello, don’t be creepy,” Kiba jokes without opening his eyes.

“How did you- ” laughing, he points at his nose.

Right, he is the best tracker, surely he wouldn’t miss the scent of his own girlfriend. I walk up to the table near the window, leaving the backpack and the food on the surface.

“Brought you some stuff” I say before turning to him. “So, what happened?” I ask, sitting on the corner of the bed.

“Just some broken ribs. No big deal.” I slide my hand to where the bandages cover his body. Kiba clenches his jaw as he maneuvers to sit on the bed.

“Be careful, Kiba. Remember you have someone to return to.” I whisper softly while cupping his cheek, he smiles at the touch. Akamaru rubs his nose at my resting hand, I giggle before scratching the back of his head. “You both do.”

“We’ll be more cautious next time, right Akamaru?” Kiba raises an eyebrow towards Akamaru, who barks cheerfully.

“Good.” I smile as I get up to retrieve the food. I leave Akamaru’s container on the floor and reach to pet his bandaged leg. “Does it hurt boy?” Akamaru barks and moves his head in a gesture somewhat similar to a denial before jumping out of the bed and sticking his snout in the container.

“So, did you miss me so much you couldn’t sleep at night?” I roll my eyes playfully at Kiba.

“To be honest, I missed Akamaru the most.” I tease, he opens his mouth pretending to be offended.

“Well, I did miss you a lot,” he says while crossing his arms.

I snicker as I sit on the spot Akamaru left, opening the bento on top of my legs.

“I missed you like crazy,” I mumble, caressing his arm and shoving a spoon of rice on his mouth. “Now, eat,” as he gulps a smile forms on his lips before pulling me into a tight hug. I feel his nose wrinkling in my neck, he’s sniffing me.

“Stop that. I didn’t shower today.” I scold breaking the hug.

“I noticed,” he smirks, and I gently punch his shoulder. “But regardless, I love your smell.”

Immediately intense heat runs to my cheeks, Kiba laughs stridently as he presses his forehead with mine. His deep gaze warming my soul. His hand goes up to my cheek as he leans to brush our lips in a tender yet deep kiss.

“I’d be lost without you,” I mutter against his mouth.

“Good,” chucking, I raise an eyebrow to his response. “Because so would I.”

Hey friends! So this is day six with fluffly Kiba. I hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading! <3

[forever-rogue]

I would really love a super cute fic with Marcus Pike where it’s Y/N’s birthday and they celebrate! Marcus decides on getting her what she’s always wanted! A kitten! (It’s my birthday and I’m getting a cat in January) And then later on, Marcus maybe proposes to her and then they have passionate sex? I don’t know haha, just something super fluffly, but also super smutty. I love reading stuff like that and I honestly thought this would just be something super cute for the heartthrobs! Your work is simply amazing and I can’t imagine anyone else writing this. Thank you so much! ❤️

Sorry for the delay! I hope you have/had a happy birthday and enjoy your new fur baby when you get them. This is soft, but as always, it does contain some smut at the end so 18+ only!

Marcus Pike x Fem!Reader; warnings: smut

Pedro Characters Masterlist

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As the sun filtered in through the sheer curtains, the room was doused in warm, golden light. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as you blinked away the bleariness and let your eyes adjust, fully ready to be greeted by your lover. Rolling onto your side to face him, a small sigh of disappointment escaped your lips as you realized that his side of the bed was empty. The sheets were cold, signaling that he had been gone for some time. You just hoped that he hadn’t somehow been called into work and dragged away from you. 

Slowly sitting up and stretching, you relished in the feel of your joints popping before sliding out from under the warm covers. Your feet slid into your slippers and you grabbed the nearest shirt you spied, which just happened to be Marcus’ as you walked out of the bedroom. As soon as you popped into the hallway, you were hit with the sound of cooking and rustling from the kitchen, accompanied by the delicious smell of what you were positive were bacon, pancakes, and coffee. A warmth settled over your heart as you realized that Marcus wasn’t gone at all, he was right there, at home, making breakfast for the two of you like he was keen on doing. 

You hastily padded along the hallway, ready to greet him and swallow him up with your love, but ever the FBI agent, he beat you to the punch. As you darted into the kitchen, he was standing there, a smile on his face and the biggest bouquet of tulips and daisies you had ever seen in his hands. 

“Happy birthday, honey,” he grinned at the shocked expression on your face as you stopped dead in your tracks, rendered speechless as you just stared at him with the sweetest smile he had ever seen. You slowly made your way over to him, your hands finding his face as you pressed your lips to his in a sweet, saccharine kiss, “everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you promised him, as you took the beautiful from him, admiring their sweet scent before putting them on display on the kitchen table. You sighed contentedly before going back to him and letting him wrap you up in a tight hug, “I just really, really love you.”

“I love you too, birthday girl,” he promised gently, “you have made me the happiest man and getting to spend my life with you is the best thing I could ever ask for.”

“Funny,” you teased as you reached up and carded a hair through his dark locks, “pretty sure I should be saying that to you.”

“It’s your birthday,” he reminded you with a soft kiss, which you chased with a few more of your own, “and we are focusing on you today.”

“We do that every day, Marcus Pike,” you giggled before burying your face into his chest, “you’re such a romantic. But I love it - love you - more than anything.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed in content before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “now, let me finish breakfast so we can eat and then I have a surprise for you.”

“Another one?” you grinned at him, “the flowers are already more than enough, Marcus, really, and getting to spend the day with you.”

“Don’t you worry, honey,  I have a few surprises in store,” he tenderly traced your nose before giving it a gentle boop, which caused you to laugh at him, “now, go and sit down and I’ll get your coffee.”

“What if I want to help?” you playfully pouted at him as he steered you towards the countertop bar where you quickly hopped onto the stool, watching him with adoring eyes.

“Not allowed,” he insisted fervently, grabbing your favorite mug from the cabinet before preparing your coffee just how you liked, “you are not doing a thing today.”

“I love you,” you beamed at him, melting his heart as you were akin to a literal ray of sunshine in his heart.”

“I know,” he shot you a wink as he passed your mug.

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“Marcus,” you jokingly groaned at him, “don’t you think this is a little much?”

“Nope,” he said excitedly as he tugged on the back of the blindfold he had insisted on you wearing. You were in the passenger seat, completely in the dark, literally and metaphorically, as Marcus drove to your surprise destination. After breakfast, he had told you a few more details about the mysterious surprise, but you were just as confused then as you were now. As soon as he’d pulled out of the driveway, you’d tried to keep track of the turns to see if you could figure out where your destination was, or at least in what part of town you were. But Marcus was no fool and was quickly able to figure out what you were doing and made it a point to take a few extra turns here and there, “besides, we’re just about there.”

“A man of mystery,” you grinned as he reached for your hand with his free one, lacing your fingers together as he rested them on your thigh, “one of your many endearing qualities.”

“I think you’ll like it,” he insisted as he made a final turn and smoothly parked the car. You tried to listen to see if you could hear anything to give it away, but of course, there was nothing.

“Honestly, there are very few things that I wouldn’t love as long as you were involved,” you promised. He made a small sound of content as he reached up and slowly moved to undo your blindfold. You let it fall to your lap as you eagerly looked around and studied your surroundings. You noticed a few people coming and going with dogs and animals in carriers and it slowly set in, “Marcus...the shelter?”

“Yes,” he nodded excitedly, “surprise! I know we’ve talked about getting a cat and I just...I like the idea and I figured what better time than now? And if...if we ever want to start trying for a baby, we’d have some practice with a cat.”

“Really?” you asked with wide eyes as your heart melted at the sight of his pink tinged cheeks. He nodded as you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips, “I’d love that. I’ve always wanted a kitty...this is...perfect. I couldn’t ask for anything better.”

“Good,” Marcus was relieved at your excitement. He was almost ready to go and spill the beans on the other part of his little birthday surprise, but luckily he was able to contain himself as his pocket suddenly felt weighed down, “come on, honey, let’s go and see if there’s a little one for us.”

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You strolled hand and hand with Marcus as you walked back through the area where they kept all the cats and kittens. Many of them, the ones that were social and friendly with others were allowed to roam the large rooms and play with the other cats and humans that had been cleared to come in, all in the hopes of finding their forever home. 

Many of them came up and greeted you and Marcus, purring as they wrapped around your legs and offered gentle meows. There were some older cats taking advantage of sunlight and lounging in the windows. There were so many little blurs running around, and so many people getting to know them. 

But as you went around and scratched the ears of one big, soft looking black cat, lying on his side, absorbing the golden sunlight. He looked at you with big, golden eyes, taking you in and Marcus in before keening into your touch and purring loudly. You grinned as he closed his eyes into content and nuzzled into your touch. 

“Nigel,” Marcus read off the little placard that was near him, “he’s nine, and he likes other animals. His owner surrendered him because he wasn’t able to properly care for him anymore.”

“Hi Nigel,” you said softly as you continued to pet him, “I’m sure you had to go through that. You deserve the best home…”

“You like him…” Marcus deduced as you nodded lightly, “it doesn’t matter that he’s older, he deserves a home too. Besides, he could still have a very long life ahead of him, and he seems to like us too.”

“He does,” you agreed as Nigel turned his attention to Marcus, meowing gently for such a big cat as he studied him with wide eyes, “what do you think Nigel? Would you like a new home?”

Before either of you could say or anything else, a small white and tan little blur hopped up on the cat tree next to Nigel, looking at the two of you with big, green eyes before sitting down. She was small, a kitten still you had no doubt, but had such a curious little face. You exchanged a look with Marcus as came closer, seeking your touch. Nigel observed the little intruder for a moment, and you swallowed nervously, wondering if these two would get along. The larger cat nuzzled against the little one, and curled around him while making a soft sound. It almost appeared that Nigel was protective over the little one, making sure she was safe and sound. 

You looked at Marcus, wondering what the two of you should do. He met your gaze with an excited expression on his face, as he used a hand to pet each cat. Both of them practically melted into his touch as they purred loudly. He looked back at you with a surprised little expression as he shrugged innocently. 

“I love them,” you grinned as the younger one turned to you and garnered your attention, “I know you said one cat...but what if...what if we got two? These two seem really attached…”

“It would be a shame to separate them,” he agreed as you both realized what was happening. You weren’t going to expand your family by just one little family member, you were getting two new friends.

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“That was delicious,” you set your fork down as you swallowed the last bit of dessert - it was pie, homemade to all your preferences by Marcus. You’d insisted all day that it wasn’t necessary, especially after the day you’d had, but he was just as insistent, wanting to do all of this for you. Little did you know that there was still a big surprise coming your way, “is there anything you can’t do?”

“Hmmm,” he tapped his fingers against his chin thoughtfully for a moment before shaking his head, “no, I don’t think so.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re right,” you agreed as you moved to grab your empty plates to the kitchen to set them in the sink. Marcus beat you to the punch, taking everything from your hands as you playfully chided him with a kiss to his cheek. You sneaked a peek into the living room. Both Nigel and Alicia, as you learned her name was, were fast asleep on the back of the couch, wrapped up in soft, fuzzy blankets you’d gotten just for them. The excitement of the day and exploring their new home had tuckered them out; it was funny - they’d only been with you for a few hours, but they fit into your hearts and home like they had always been there, like they were meant to be there. 

“Honey? Can you come and help me real quick?” his voice sounded...different...was he nervous? You stood up and made your way back into the kitchen, hoping he was okay and nothing was wrong and - oh gods. A million different horrible things went through your mind as you picked up your pace and hoped that everything was alright. 

But as soon as you got into the kitchen, you stopped dead in your tracks as you found Marcus, on the floor on one knee, a soft grin on his face as he held open a small velvet box housing a gorgeous ring. Your hands went to your mouth as you realized exactly what was happening. Tears were already pricking at the back of your eyes as he looked up at you with a small smile. 

“Marcus,” his name was a soft, reverent thing spilling from your lips as he reached for you with his free hand, pulling you closer.

“Honey,” he looked at you, eyes wide and nervous as he searched for the right words. You held your hand tightly in his and he opened and closed his mouth a few times, seemingly rendered speechless, “I...umm, I had a whole speech planned, and I can’t - can’t seem to remember a word of it. I just….I love you so much, you have made me so happy, happier than I ever thought could be, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of life with you. You have made me the happiest man and if you should say yes, then you would make me the happiest husband. I...will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you breathed softly at him, as he pulled the ring out of the box and quickly slipped it onto your finger. He stood back up slowly and wrapped you up in his arms, peppering kisses along the side of your head before kissing your cheeks and lips as a few warm tears slid down your cheeks, “a million times yes, Marcus. I love you so, so much.”

“I love you,” he wiped away your tears, “happy birthday, honey.”

“This is the best birthday I could ever dream of,” you grinned at him, “thank you for this - everything, Marcus.”

You stared into those soft brown eyes, taking it all in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him with a gentle, but fierce intensity. Marcus wasted no time in picking you up, as your legs wrapped around his waist and his lips refused to move from your lips. 

He made quick work of carrying you back to the bedroom, your hands fumbling around with the buttons of his shirt as he kissed along your jaw and neck. He placed you gently on the bed before pulling off his shirt and following suit with his pants and boxers. You grinned up at him before he came over to you, slowly pushing your dress up, pausing for a moment to make sure you were okay with it, before carrying on and pulling it up and over your head, throwing it in the growing pile of clothing. 

"You are so beautiful," he whispered before nuzzling his nose against yours and offering you a small kiss. You sighed against him as his large, warm hands worked to unclasp your bra and slide it down your arms and into the pile. He kissed along your jaw and down your neck, taking his time in showering your body in saccharine, reverent kisses. 

"Marcus," his name never sounded more sweet than when it dripped from your mouth like golden honey. You raked your nails up and down his back as he continued to kiss you softly. You arched your hips into his, spurring him on as he reached for the waistband of your panties and tugged them down in one fluid motion, "I love you."

"I love you," he whispered before he slowly pushed into you, in no rush at all to reach a climax for either of you as he set a languidly and leisurely pace. 

His eyes were glued on yours the entire time, his expression soft as he watched your face shift into a look of pure bliss. You held him tightly against your body as you moved with him, relishing in the soft praise and words he whispered in your ear.

"Marcus," you whispered his name before carding a hand through his dark locks, "'m not gonna…"

"Let go honey," he swiped his nose against your collarbone before trailing kisses along the column of your throat, "its okay."

Almost as if he possessed a magic tongue, and you supposed he did in some ways, you came undone under him. Marcus was close behind, whispering your name softly, as the two of your reached your peaks. He rolled over, lying on his back as he pulled you on top of him, giving you lazy kisses, as you basked in the afterglow.

"Happy birthday, honey," he whispered as he touched your cheek, "I can't wait to call you my wife."

"I can't wait to call you my husband," you grinned at him, "you are everything, Marcus."

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