#snd the dog moves just

[blirpus]

didnt wanna rant in the tags of that previous post i reblogged so im making a separate post

cause man i WISH i could just do fuck all at work sometimes. theyre monitoring your performance and i always skip at least one of my breaks so i can stay well above the quota and get performance bonuses. but its fucking bullshit that the time you spend on a coffee break counts towards your hourly average of lines collected. my feet hurt every day and im slowly developing a bunion from this shit fucking job that doesnt let me sit down and fucking REST for a moment

[oetscop]

im still looking into dog training, but the more covid puppy owners i talk to, the more i think i should be allowed to just fucking kill these people. theyre the ipad kid parents of the dog world i CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE

[hell-garden]

Trying so hard not to be suicidal but things just keep getting worse

[toastsnaffler]

day 2 of no wifi.. hanging in there 😔😔😔😔

[chibiko]

ive been staring at an empty post for a while now, trying to figure out how to express myself. i don't think I know how

[bluesidez]

GymRat!Miguel Part 2

content warning: mentions of food because big boys gotta eat, there’s a ref photo for an outfit in here that is unfortunately NOT a plus-size girl 😞 (I couldn’t find a big girl wearing an outfit like that for the life of me, but let’s use our imagination), 18+ towards the end so MDNI!

word count: 1.7k (not very drabble-like, ik) kinda proofread

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GymRat!Miguel who wakes up when his 6 am alarm rings, eyes tired and bleary. His roommate is sound asleep, thank god, and Miguel is just staring at the ceiling for a good 10 minutes before he decides to move. He has an 8 am and he needs some type of breakfast before he heads to class.

GymRat!Miguel who uses the college cafeteria to his full advantage. He made sure that his dad’s money went to the highest meal plan. One free meal plan a day and a loaded campus card for everything else. He stacks his plate high with everything the cafeteria is offering today. Sausages, eggs, 2 bananas, a blueberry muffin, and a protein shake he brought from his room.

GymRat!Miguel who made friends with one of the cafeteria ladies, Ms. Beatrice, by the third week of school. She noticed how much he visited the cafeteria and always snuck him an extra treat from the kitchen when she saw him.

“I missed you last Tuesday!” she says, squeezing his shoulder when she walks up to his table. She slides a wrapped egg sandwich across the table. “I was saving some extra cookies for you, but you were nowhere to be found.”

Miguel thanks her, happy to have something light for later, “Ah, I was stuck in the library doing a group project. Sorry about that, Ms. Beatrice.”

“As long as you’re getting your education, I don’t mind,” she says, hands on her hips. “Don’t go out there skipping class now, ok?”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Miguel says, waving her goodbye. His mom would kill him if that ever happened. Not that he would tell her, she just had a sixth sense for his “fuck-ups.”

GymRat!Miguel who makes it to his class fifteen minutes early to arrange his part of his desk to his liking. Sometimes he feels so embarrassed when he needs to grab something in the middle of class, his ears hyperfocusing on every little noise he makes in quiet, crowded areas. He always makes sure to get out his laptop, a pen, a pencil, a highlighter, a notebook, some white-out, and a water jug. He prefers to be over-prepared.

GymRat!Miguel who’s feeling anxious when the sorority girls pass by his table, giggling and twirling their hair. They attempt to make conversation with him, speaking ill of the professor. He just nods along for the sake of being a gentleman. He thought the professor’s Millennial attempts at Gen Z jokes were kind of funny, albeit very 2010. He didn’t have the heart to tell them he actually enjoyed the lectures.

GymRat!Miguel who’s never been more excited for a lecture to start in his life. He didn’t know many more “wow”’s snd “that’s crazy”’s he had left in him. The noise of the ice hitting their plastic coffee cups as they struggled to get every drop out was starting to grate against his ears. He missed you and your sticker-covered water bottle. He looked over at his jug and smiled when he saw the ‘Game Over’ sticker you gifted him before the last lab. You noticed his joystick keychain and felt that his water bottle was empty.

GymRat!Miguel who declines the girls’ offer to join them on a morning jog after. He liked to work out in solitude and morning jogs with them would mean conversation. He would also have to be extra conscious about what he wore. No older lady walking her dog needed to spot him jogging with shorts that were too short for his own good and a tank top cut so deep that it was like string on his chest.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to head to the library in between class to kill time. He figured he can see if there are any science fiction he can check out to read in his free time. As he walks there, he opens Instagram to scroll. No, he has not been checking the app since this morning to see if you let him in, he’s not a freak. He stops walking when he checks his notifs to see that you accepted his follow request. He wastes no time to click your page again and is bombarded with tons of photos.

GymRat!Miguel who has to close the app immediately when he sees your first photo. It's a picture of you outside of a restaurant in a knitted two-piece. The top is open just a bit to see your chest and the long skirt is low enough to see a part of your stomach peeking through. Your smile is radiant and the caption is something about congratulating someone. You look delectable and Miguel can’t afford to run back to his dorm to let his mind wander over it right now.

GymRat!Miguel who gets another notification as he steps into his dorm room after his last class of the day and sees that you’ve liked and commented on his most recent post. It’s a mirror picture of him flexing his arm after his last work out. His shorts are riding high on his thighs and the curve of his ass is very noticeable. Gabriel had blew up his phone with voice memos of him cackling after he posted it.

“Looking good!! 🫣 Get those gains Miguel! 💪🏾”

Miguel runs a victory lap in his dorm room, thankful that his roommate wouldn’t be back until that night. He’s jumping and punching the air excitedly as if he were a boxer. If he wasn’t fearful of busting his ass, he’d do a backflip. Take that, Gabri.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to go back to your account, running on the hype of that one compliment from you. He stares at that first photo again, still mesmerized as if he didn’t see it earlier. He gives a like and starts typing.

“Wow…”

No, that’s corny.

“Loving the blue…”

Is he a frat guy?

“You look stunning”

Was that too much? He decides to add on a heart eyes emoji, afraid he might be coming on too strong.

GymRat!Miguel who goes a little further down your page. There’s a photo of you in a crochet cover up, your swimsuit peaking through the material. He groans as he slides to the next picture and the top of your cover up is off and it’s just a view of your back with your bikini string wrapped around it. Your lower half is in the water and if he can imagine it just enough, he can feel himself right behind you, taking in the view of your ass against him.

He’s hard. Again.

He decides to just let everything hang while he has the dorm to himself. His boxers are to his ankles as he sits on the bed, back against the wall. He keeps staring at your swimsuit pictures. Your breasts pushed together while you lean over the boat. Your hips swaying in a clip of you dancing with your friends. Your stomach on display as you lay in the sand, ready for him to squeeze.

He grit his teeth as he played the clips over and over again, his hand moving fast to bring him his relief. He closed his eyes and imagined he was there, watching you swaying before him. He would join you, grab your hips and let you guide him in the dance. He felt faint as he let go, voice shouting and white splattered across his shirt and fist.

He breathes fast, trying to calm down. He decides to like the photo dump and comment some aimless beach emojis under the post. It was the least he could do after using it to get off. How embarrassing.

GymRat!Miguel who jumps when his phone dings again. He was prepping to go to the gym when your response comes flying to his phone. His heart picks up when he sees you replied to his comment.

“That is so sweet of you to say! 🥺 Thank you 🥰”

He doesn’t know if you took it as a friendly gesture or a sign that he wanted you. Either way, he’s over the moon. There’s a pep in his step as he blasts Super Shy in his ears on the way to the gym. He had a new motivation to push harder in his sets.

GymRat!Miguel who tacks on 10 extra pounds during his arm workout. The guys in the gym are eyeing him in wonder and horror as he uses the 70lb weights for tricep extensions. He thinks of seeing you in lab later that week and decides to do some hip thrusts.

He can never be over-prepared.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to take a picture at the end of his work out to post on his story. He’s sweating, hair dripping towards the ends, his chest glistening. The angle is awkward as he moves the camera below him and flexes an arm for the picture. The story was meant for one girl and one girl only, so he didn’t really care how silly it looked to others.

GymRat!Miguel who almost fist pumps on the walk home when you like his story and leave a reply. He checks the private messages, grin on his face before he even reads what you have to say.

“Looks like you had a nice workout. I might have to join you next time and get some tips 🤔”

Miguel swiped the app up and texted Gabriel:

“Don’t ever question my game again”

"? Wtf are you talking about"

Miguel opened up his messages with you again and replied to text him whenever and he’d be happy to help.

GymRat!Miguel who winds down for the night, scrolling on his phone before he closes his eyes. Of course you posted a story and of course he pressed it within record speed.

It was a photo of you laying down all bundled up with a cute ‘good night’ gif moving across the bottom. You had on a spaghetti strap tank top and if your blanket wasn’t in the way, he’s sure he would see more than that.

You looked soft, adorable, kissable.

He liked the story and responded back a “good night” and closed his phone. He wanted you to visit him in his dreams once more.

dividers by: @gigittamic 🩵

a/n: tumblr mobile kept deleting full paragraphs of my draft. not happy about that because I kept losing my flow. 😒 it happened like THREE TIMES 😭

Thanks for reading! Like, comment, reblog, and tell me how you feel! 🩵

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[fortheb0ys]

BOTTOM DOM JOHN PRICE X TOP SUB MALE READER

☆Daddy, I just wanna be your bitch!☆

I know I like to write characters being absolutely cock drunk and fucked stupid but my biggest kink is being treated like I'm fucking stupid dog♡

CW: dumbification (reader), pet play, pet names (daddy & puppy) USED ALOT, age-gap, crying during sex, face slapping, reader is inexperienced in sex NOT PROOFREAD AND KINDA RUSHED AT THE END

FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI

I'm just imaging Price having to bark orders at you all day just to do the same in bed. You're brain goes absolutely empty and Price has to tell you how to do EVERYTHING. He's slightly displeased with himself for failing for such a young and inexperienced man but his love for you outweighs it.

You're clumsy as you try to finger him open. Price gets so frustrated that he offers to do it himself but you're so eager to please that you insist. You take what feels like forever to work him open, overestimating him in the process. Being feed up, Price would take matters into his own hands. He'd sit with all his weight on your chest and his back facing you, taking the breath from your lungs, as he fingers himself open.

His ass is so close to your face but Price orders you to keep your hands away. You grip tightly at his thighs, squeezing and scratching, as you whimper like a kicked puppy.

"Puppy, calm down. Daddy, trying to show you how it's done."

Price would wrap his hand around your dick as he multi-tasks between jerking you and fingering himself open. Much like the rest of your body, your cock is massive. Price's mouth waters at the thought of being stretched full around it but training you to use it was the difficult part. Such a monster of a cock but you were too stupid on how to use it.

Once Price was ready, he sank on your cock. The stretch was deliciously painful. Before he was even remotely close to being ready to move, you began bucking your hips up. He lets out a pained moan and tells to stop. His orders fall on deaf ears as you try to chase your own pleasure, completely forgetting about Price. Unsure of how to stop you, Price lands a hard slap across your left cheek.

Tears prick your eyes as you immediately stop snd bring a hand to your now red cheek. Before Price could apologize he feels you twitch inside him.

"Awww does my sweet boy like it a little rough? Does puppy like it when daddy hurts him?" Price says sweetly, his voice having an undertone of mockery.

All that left you throat was another whimper as you nod. Price felt another twitch inside his tight walls.

"Daddy, please you feel so good." More tears threaten to leave your eyes. Price looks into your eyes, a pathetic look adorns your face. The sight was amusing. You laying there, your hips wiggling ever so slightly and tears in your eyes. Price felt so good around you. His walls velvet soft. He was really teaching you patience.

"Daddy knows but you need to behave and stay still. You feel a lot bigger than you look and you're a big boy, puppy." Price cards his fingers through your hair to calm you down.

You whine as try stay impossibility still to please Price. Small huffs of impatience and both your ragged breathing was the only noise in the room.

Once Price started bouncing, what felt like an electric shock riddled your body. Like taking a hit of drugs, a high over takes washes over you.

His strong legs flex as he works himself on your cock. You lift your hips to meet him halfway with needy thrusts. His moans drive you deeper into madness. His pupils are blown with lust and you know yours are the same. A predator's smile across his face.

"Harder, puppy. I like it just as rough as you."

Without second thought and bruising strength, you grip his hips and slam into him. Price lets outs a small grunt. A slight blush dusts his face. He got want he wanted.

His movements never falter as your pace picks up. A challenging look appears in his eyes. His walls contract around you. You've never felt something as wonderful as being inside your captain, the way your cock dragged through him. He looked so good doing it. Like you were made to be him inside him.

His tits bounced along were him. Price's nipples were just as eye catching as he was. Pink and erect. Standing out from his hairy chest. The need to pinch , suck or just have your hands all over them became too strong. Your hands quickly found themselves groping at them.

Price let's out a grunt and your hands immediately pull away thinking you had done something without his permission.

"Go on, puppy. I'll let ya."

Sitting up, you go to work on his chest. Your lips sucks at one nipples as your fingers pinch at another. This encouraged you to pound harder into him. You loved the way his hair felt against your clean shaven face.

Price tries to keep his composure but finds it hard when your lapping at his chest as well as pounding hard into him. On top of that his his legs were beginning to hurt. He was so close. The knot in his stomach grew with each passing second. It was evident that you were as well. Your whimpers grew louder.

His moans were your favorite part. Breathy yet so deep, they rattled your bones.

"You close, doll?" Price asks while trying to get your attention off his chest by petting your messy hair down.

Your eyes are now on Price's face, but it's clear you didn't understand him. Eyes unfocused, you shake your head. Not to give him an answer but to ckear your sex fogged mind. It takes a prolonged moment for your brain to catch up to your mouth. You didn't trust that if you were to open it, that a moan wouldn't escape your lips.

"Yeah. R-really close." You managed to only whisper out.

A few more thrusts and you finished inside him. Price coming untouched, cum covering his hairy chest. You both lay panting, trying to catch your breath. Your forehead rests against Price's chest. His heartbeat rings loudly in your ears.

Once the high slightly settles, you look up to his face. God, was he so beautiful.

The way Price's mouth was slightly open. His tongue touched the back of his teeth, slipping to past his lips. The rise and off of his chest.

Just thinking how someone so perfect as your captain could love someone like you. A young kid, early into your military career and a decorated solider.

Did he love you? Could he love you the same way you did to him? The way he was your breath in your lungs, unable to live without.

You once again begin to tear up. This time to fall down your cheeks. Why you were such a crybaby after sex and not otherwise was something you could never get the answers for?

"Baby, Y/N? What wrong?" Price stopped moving and settled his weight on your pelvis. He dropped the pet names, was he angry? His voice was still smooth like honey. There was no malicious. Just love.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm so s-sorry. Love you. L-Love so much."

You pull him down till your head is buried into his neck. Sobbing as you try to catch your breath. Price's hand finds it's place on the side of your head, and a thumb rubs gently over your ear.

"It's okay, puppy. You know, daddy loves you?" He knew how emotionally unstable you could be. Doubting every step you took without guidance. He promised that was something he'd never take advantage of.

Your tears stop after a few minutes of crying. Price's gentle touch easing your worries. You look up at him with bright eyes, like tears had never touched them and smile. You give him a sweet peck on the cheek.

"Love you."

"You were such a good boy, but you need more training."

You frantically nod. There was anything you would want more in the entire world than to be your captain's good puppy.

"Daddy's gonna have ta think of a punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes, daddy."

As your punishment, Price would put you on a leash a parade you around naked, showing off the numerous bite marks, scratches and hickies. Your cock painfully hard and dripping precum, a vibrating cock ring tightens painfully around it. You're turned on by the humiliation and the fact that everyone knows you're Price's bitch. Whimpers escape your throat as you see soliders eye you up and down. A sharp tug on your leash from Price reminded you to keep your mouth shut.

As a reward for accepting your punishment well, Price will ride you in his office will the door wide open letting people see how much of a well-trained dog you are. Numerous people stop. Some for a moment to look at the source of moans and grunts. Others stop and jerk off at such a sinful sight, just hoping to get the chance to be able to get impale on your dick.

[kuruk]

I've been feeling airless again so often lately this is like the worst bout ever.. there's no blood or bones in my limbs rn it's so cold and weak in there. I slept 21/24 hours in one day earlier this month (and then went back to sleep 3 hours later after all of that for another 8.5 hours) and I could barely get up this morning even though yesterday I slept through the whole day for 12 hours, woke up around 9:30pm, and then went back to bed like 5 hours later for another 6 or 7 hours. not nearly as bad as earlier this month km looking at my planner shocked rn that I got 21 hours of sleep snd then went back to bed for over 8 hours after being awake only 3 hours help. I would be asleep rn if it weren't for the vyvanse I took earlier whuch I've only taken adderall/vyvanse 5 times this month which is like my usual average and I like don't think that's why and I still get plenty of sleep on those days lately and haven't been deprived at all soyeah.. I had a bad nightmare last night that exotic pet owners infested our house with their assortment of zoo animals and there was a bear (who turned out to be a shape shifting butler who mauled someone for this sick game he was helping trap us in...) and a lion (girl lion) who was outside in the backyard while someone let my dog out and I thiught she died but she lived and the lion didn't eat her even a little. so that was quite an intense and stressful dream but I actually haven't been having many nightmares lately when I used to get them daily like they actually went away after I moved out of my dad's house isn't that crazy so I guess I really did have dreams about hiding and running from a killer because he made me run and hide from him even though he was only the killer in like 5% of my dreams isnr it crazy how the mind works. but yeah I'm super tired and sleepy and weak these days I've been trying to walk more since it gives me energy to walk for a couple hours but a lot of days I'm too tired even for that becsuse I just don't wake up so yeah ..

[cbsxreader]

scout and sniper (seperate) x reader where reader is like ms pauling’s bestie/and or reader works for The Administrator and one day reader takes a shift for Ms Pauling and that’s how they meet scout/sniper ? kinda like a slow burn thing snd readr is like painfully oblivious 😭 thanks! and if you can’t complete the request don’t feel pressured to <3

Sure!

(Be prepared, I got way too carried away cus I really liked this idea hehe)

Scout and Sniper falling for reader who's Ms. Pauling's bestie!

Scout

He isn't thrilled at hearing that someone is replacing Ms. Pauling for a day. Mainly because, y'know, he's in love with her and he won't get to see her.

After the announcement given by Ms. Pauling, Scout follows her like a sad puppy, asking why she's having her shift being taken by someone else. Is she getting fired? Is she getting a vacation with the help of some miracle? Does she not like working with them anymore? Pauling has to reassure him that it's just a shift change and nothing else before leaving Scout with his thoughts.

And suddenly, he finds himself in a dilemma. If he flirts with you, he's cheating on Pauling. But she doesn't love him back, so if he tried to flirt with you, maybe he would have a chance at finding love?

When you arrive at the base, Scout is the first person you see, since he's standing right by the door, anticipating your arrival.

"Hey, toots! You must be the one who's stepping in for Pauling, right?" He greets you with a smile.

"Yes, I am. You must be the Scout." You confirm.

"The one and only! Now, how about I show you the team and the base?" He asks, eager to show you around.

Despite you already knowing about the mercenaries and knowing the entire base's layout from cameras, you accept his request.

Scout slightly bashes his teammates as he's talking to you about them and seems to dwell more on himself than everyone else. The base tour wasn't the best either, he constantly missed stuff or didn't assign something correctly just because he couldn't read or didn't know what the room was for. Not to mention him randomly throwing pick-up lines and compliments at you.

When you tell Scout that you actually need to go and do some work, he follows you around, still pestering you and going to see what you're doing.

He's disappointed to see you go so soon at the end of the day. He asks you again and again if you will ever take another shift for Pauling or help her with something around the base.

"Well, you never know what kind of a job you could get working here. Maybe the Administrator will think on it because of your warm welcome!"

You assure him that there's a chance you two will meet again before leaving. Scout watches you as you leave, hoping to get an opurtunity to talk to you again.

When you meet Pauling again, she asks you how your day went, and the first thing that comes to your mind is Scout.

"Damn, you weren't kidding, he really has a motormouth. Does he ever stop talking?" You ask.

"Haven't lived to see it."

Scout spends way more time thinking about you than he should. You've only met one time, why was he so obsessed over you? Maybe because you were warmer, more open than Pauling was to him. Maybe this was a sign to move on.

Days and, eventually, weeks go by without him seeing you. He ends up asking Pauling where you've been, which she sees as a nice change of pace instead of him flirting with her and trying to ask her out on a date.

So, when you make another appearance in the base, he's by your side like a dog, happy to see you. Once again, he's on your tail, flirting and complimenting you.

After a few more visits, you open up to him, having more heart-to-heart conversations with him. The conversations are genuinely light and fun, making Scout realize how one-sided his love with Pauling was.

The more time Scout spends with you, the more he misses you when you're away. There are rare times where all he can think about is you and actually is kinda quiet. It's just that he's used to seeing Puling so often, but since you aren't technically working with the mercenaries, it's unusual for him to see you come over so rarely.

Scout can hardly contain his love for you, eventually, an idea comes to his mind, he could ask Ms. Pauling to help keep you two in touch. Sometimes Pauling acts as a simple messenger, repeating Scout's words to you or taking one of his gifts to you.

Pauling sees Scout coming towards her with a bouquet "No, Scout, I don't want flowers.'' She denies.

"They're not for you, they're for Y/n.." Scout says, slightly embarrassed.

Pauling's eyes widen in shock, but she's still glad the flowers weren't for her "Oh, okay. I'll get this to them."

When Ms. Pauling reaches you again, giving you Scout's gift.

"Wow, he must really want to welcome me with open arms, he's been giving me gifts every time I've seen him!" You say, adding the flowers to the pile of gifts he has given you.

Pauling knows Scout has a crush on you, but decides to not say anything about it to you, so you can figure it out by yourself.

He always tries to confess last minute, or ends up being interrupted before he can deliver those final, meaning words.

Until, one time, before you can even reach the base's door, he just confesses, blushing madly. It leaves you both surprised at the moment and how quickly it unfolds. But it also explains a lot to you.

For the rest of the day, you freely let him follow you, letting him talk his heart out to you.

Sniper

He kind of doesn't care that Ms. Pauling's shift gets taken by someone else. All that matters to him is that you don't screw anything up when the time comes for you to see what the team is like.

"Remember, if there's someone who shows up in purple uniform, in a black car, on Tuesday, 08.00 a.m. sharp, that's who's taking my shift."

The reassurance of Pauling suddenly felt needed to Sniper, maybe she's telling them this because someone else could replace you and would need to be caught. Sniper brushes off the anxiety though and goes to do whatever he needs to.

When the day comes, Sniper is the one who decides to keep look-out, waiting for you to arrive in his tower. He spots a black car, you step out. Sniper views you through his scope, going over Ms. Paulings announcement.

Purple uniform. Black car. It's a Tuesday... Sniper lifts his head and looks at his watch. Just a few seconds after 08.00 a.m.

His anxiety eases, watching you go to the base's front door and greeting the other mercenaries. Not wanting to get too involved, Sniper decides to not come down. You're going to be here for one shift and he doesn't like new people and socializing, there was no need for a connection between you two.

A few hours later, in his camper, Sniper hears some knocking. He groggily walks up to the door, expecting one of his teammates to bother him, only to find you standing outside.

"Good day, you're Sniper, right?" You ask.

"Yeah." He gives a short, simple answer, again, not wanting to create a bond with you.

"I'm Y/n. The other mercenaries asked if you could join them for lunch." You quickly introduce yourself and reveal what you came to him for.

"Oi'll make my own, thanks." He says.

"Engie made a brisket that took him hours, he would appreciate it if you joined everyone else to try it!" Your tone is more sincere, trying to convince Sniper.

"What buisness do you have in what my teammates would appreciate that Oi do?" Sniper asks, voice stern and filled with suspicion.

"I'm taking Pauling's shift and a part of her job is ensuring that you have a strong team bond! And that's my job today, so I actually do have to step in your relationships as teammates." You explain in a more serious voice, reminding Sniper he should respect you just like he respects Pauling.

The explanation and change of tone in your voice convinces him enough to leave his camper and join the rest of his team for lunch. For the rest of the day, he carefully observes you and the other team members, looking for anything that may be off about you.

After your shift is over, Sniper doesn't even notice when you go do other stuff. He had achieved his goal of not getting in your way too much and he doesn't mind it's the first and last time he sees you.

Sniper kind of forgets about you in like, a week or two, only occasionally getting reminded that you exist by his teammates mentioning you. That is, until he picks up the contractor one day and hears your voice.

"Hey, Sniper! You remember me, Y/n, right?" You quickly ask.

He confirms he still knows who you are. He listens to you as you tell him about his contract, but after the contractor disconnects, he becomes suspicious again, trying to reach out to Pauling and asking her if he can accept contracts from you. Pauling, once again, reassures him, telling him it's just like receiving a contract from her.

Now Sniper is used to getting contracts from both of you. But after some contracts, he starts to act differently without him noticing. He starts to eagerly pick up the contractor, as if he's bored and needs something to do.

With Pauling on the other end he greets her with "Oh, G'day Pauling." And you with "Hey, Y/n! Got another contract for me?" He seems to sub-conciously open up to you, using more friendly language.

It's only when he's visibly a bit disappointed when Pauling gives him a contract, but his spirit lifts when you give him one when he realizes there's something special about you. He can't put a finger on it, but the feeling is warm and makes him want to talk to you and hear your voice.

And then, a slip up from Sniper showed him what that feeling was. After you tell him about the contract, he thinks for a bit before accepting it.

"Don't worry, love. You've chosen the roight man for the job."

"Love?"

"..."

"Sniper?-"

After a moment of akward silence, Sniper hangs up, leaving you confused. He suddenly got embarrased, his face flushing and heartbeat becoming faster. "Fuck, why did I say THAT???"

The incident doesn't bother him too much. Until you show up at the base again. Seeing you in person suddenly makes him nervous and he slightly shakes as you talk to him. Sniper secretly wants you to stick around and when you go do something else all he's left with is a lingering feeling.

Of course, he denies these feelings, not wanting to mix his love life with work. Sniper pushes his affection for you aside, bottling it up. But his crush overwhelms him too much for it to be ignored. Maybe he just needs to think to himself for a bit.

You just chat with Pauling about the mercenaries, when out of the corner of your eye, something shines way up high. You turn your head to the little shine, seeing it's in Sniper's tower. Suddenly, it disappears and Sniper, too, is nowhere in sight. Despite him turning off his laser, the light reflecting from the scope's glass still made you look up at him. Sniper sits on the floor, embarrased that you caught him spying on you. The fact that he had decided to look at you and got flustered when you noticed his stalking was enough for Sniper to realize there really was something special abaout you.

Meanwhile, down on the ground. "Does he do that to everyone?" You ask Pauling, confused.

"Well, in my first few weeks he did that too, so he's probably just still suspicious of you." Pauling explains and you shrug.

It takes him a good month or even two to do something about his feelings towards you. And during that time, he loses a lot of sleep, thinking about how he should confess, if he should confess, how the relationship would be taken further, etc.

Sniper EVENTUALLY invites you over for coffee with the help of Ms. Pauling. You both talk for a bit before you have to leave again to take care of the Administrator's buisness. By then, Sniper is sick of himself being too nervous to tell you about his feelings and gives you a speedy confession while blushing.

You're both kind of surprised, looking at each other with wide eyes for a little moment. After the akward silence passes, you invite him for a date. He's surprised that you feel the same, but glad to have you by his side.

[suzyandthefox]

Anger issues

Old badly written reader X OC drabble that I'm going to post because @opikarts insisted.

Featuring Lumen from my previous Fic but in his normal size snd not his mini size.

Soft safe M/reader g/t vore, unwilling prey and angry pred (happy ending I swear)

Tw: cigarettes and like, two swear words

Taglist: @pineappleparfaitie @opikarts (ask if you want to be added)

I was having a bad night, but you shouldn't have been the victim of that.

I had an argument that night, and I left the apartment to go for a late night walk, but even though the night was calm, my heart was filled with rage.

Each cigarette I burnt and the fire that it created in my lungs was no match for the fire that stirred in my heart.

I was desperate, frustrated, knowing wholeheartedly that my efforts were futile, but it's not that I knew a better way…

Hunger, hunger was eating at my insides, in many ways I was starved.

I walked into an alleyway in hopes of finding a stray animal to feed on, anything, and you, my poor little one, made the mistake of being in my sight.

 I saw you in the corner of my eye, running away, unable to catch your breaths, you must have been running for your life, from a cat perhaps? A dog? A rat?

Being a borrower must be very hard, everything wants a taste of you, especially when you live in a world like ours, where dangers surround you from every corner, like a spider waiting for it's prey.

That night, to my deepest regrets, I was one of those dangers. 

As soon as I found you I reached out to catch you, and I was no cat nor dog nor human, but a creature of the night, a creature beyond what you could imagine.

So it was a chase that lasted a second, you were already doomed as soon as I saw you.

I held your weak, flailing form for a few moments, taking your appearance before I decided what to do with you.

You were thin, frail, so unbelievably…small.

Not just in a physical way, but the way you curled and hugged yourself, I barely saw your frizzy hair as you hid your head between your hands, you truly feared what came next.

You shivered and I was unsure if it was fear or coldness, and either way I pitied you.

But I was hungry, angry, I lost control and I wished to regain it,even if you were going to be the victim of that.

The tragic truth was, no one was going to miss you if you were to disappear.

In my mind the plan was simple enough, I was going to devour you, swallow your weak,frail form whole, and keep you within me until I have calmed down, then let you go.

So I ignored your cries and your desperate begging, they weren't even audible to begin with, I took a drag of my cigarette and blew the smoke in your face in hopes that you would shut up, you only let out a weak whimper.

“I'm sorry” the words were there, at the tip of my tongue, but I was…I couldn't say them, and I couldn't find a reason either.

Instead I shoved you in my mouth, at least I made sure my teeth wouldn't touch you. 

I didn't want to hurt you, and I didn't want to hurt you, you were only a victim of my anger, even in my rage I understood that you were innocent.

You fought against my teeth and tongue,but your efforts were futile, not only you were laughably weak against me, but you were already quite very tired.

You tasted like salt, dirt, rocks… but underneath the grim taste of all that I tasted a hint of sweetness, a sweetness I truly craved.

It made me consider being merciful on you.

I could easily tell, you weren't meant to be on the street, you used to be somewhere nicer… what happened? 

You stopped moving, so I swallowed you…you didn't fight against me.

I felt you…I felt the weight of your sorrows and your fear, to the point where I have almost forgotten my anger, did you truly deserve this?

Did you deserve to be held hostage by me, just because I was hungry and you happened to be snack sized?

I couldn't help but put a hand on where you are, right under my heart.

It worked, I was barely feeling any anger now, but instead I felt pain, your pain, it's almost as if I swallowed your emotions with you…

I considered giving you freedom, you did what you were meant to do, there was no reason for me to make you a prisoner of mine.

But perhaps I should apologize first…explain my intentions to you, at least so you would understand that you weren't meant to be food.

And then I remembered, even underneath the dirt your clothing weren't drags, you weren't meant to be on the street…

 You were going to die if it wasn't for me finding you … perhaps by swallowing you I saved your life.

Thoughts filled my head as I heard you whimper, I felt you curl as if you were trying to hide from me, and it wasn't pity that I felt, not anymore.

I was remorseful, regretful, I did so much harm to an innocent borrower just because they happened to be a borrower, and I happened to be hungry.

“Little one?” The words left me without thinking, you didn't say a word, but you let out a soft squeak, you must’ve been surprised that I would care about you when I just ate you alive.

Like a mouse you were, soft and skittish…and adorable.

“Are you alright? Physically?”

“...yeah…” the dying hope in your voice crushed me into a million pieces.

“I… I'm sorry…I'm so very sorry” 

I finally gathered the courage to say it.

“I was hungry, and angry, and stressed…”

“I let out my anger on you, I shouldn't have, but it made sense, even though it shouldn't have…”

 Just like I was trying to form a coherent apology for you, but even I didn't know why I did that.

My apology was interrupted by your tiny touch, I felt your hand on the wall of my stomach and I wanted to touch you back.

“You were … angry?” You asked through your tears.

“Yes,sweet little one, I was”

“Are you angry now?” You asked me.

I took a deep breath.

“No, baby, I'm not,”

“Would you like me to let you out?”

I, of course, expected the answer to be yes, but to my shock… you refused.

“You are a vampire so…it won't hurt here, right? I'm going to be alright?”

“Well yes, yes you will be safe, but_”

“Then I want to stay here.” You sounded tired, so very tired.

And so was I.

I decided to respect your wishes… Ultimately I was a safer place for you than anywhere else, but it truly pained me, I couldn't help but ask myself:

What is it that you went through, that made you prefer a monster’s stomach over…literally anywhere else? 

“Are you sure you don't_”

“No, I'm good,” you insisted with stubbornness.

“Very well, I guess I'm keeping you for the rest of the night, what's your name?”

“(Your name)”

“I wish I could have met you in better circumstances, that aren't me being angry and starving.”

“But alas, it was charming to meet you nonetheless, thank you…”

“You can call me Lumen.”

“You had a real bad day today, didn't you?” I felt your voice through my bones, as quiet as it was.

“Why don't you sleep, lil’ one? You sound pretty damn tired and so am I…”

At least you had a soft, comfortable place to sleep in, I still had to figure out where I was going to stay tonight if I wasn't going to go back home.

“But I wanted…” you yawned and i felt you move into a comfortable position, which made me at ease…

I truly hoped that you too, were at ease, and that you weren't lying to me…

“No buts, goodnight baby…I'm sorry again…” 

I listened to you and stayed in place, until I only heard soft snoring from you, it was both a great feeling that I was an undead mean of protection for you, and a painful one that I was the mean of protection.

I had decided to know everything about you when you woke up, but at that moment I let you find solidarity in sleep.

I'm sorry…and thank you.

[sarahrogersevans]

request about Chris evans getting home where he could find his pregnant wife, reader sleeping on the couch peacefully. He carried her to their bedroom. when he puts her on the bed, he talks to their baby girl

A Dream Come True- Chris Evans Pregnant!xreader fan fic request

Summary: Chris gets home from filming and finds Y/N (his wife) sleeping on the couch and carries her to bed and talks to their baby daughter

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, fluff, comfort fluff, adorable soft Chris, let me know if I miss anything

~Chris’s POV~

I just got home from filming one of my movie projects and I was really excited to sit with my amazing wife Y/N and talk to our daughter Deanna though I know she may not be able to hear my voice but Y/N told me the other day that she might be able to.

I just got in the door and put my bag down and took my hat and coat off and Dodger our dog came running to me and I knelt down by him to pet him and I said “hey buddy hey dodger how are ya bud?” I saw Y/N laying asleep on the couch and I smiled at her and softly kissed her forehead and picked her up carefully and brought her to bed and Y/N got comfy and went back to sleep and I laid down by her stomach to talk to our daughter. “Hey Deanna it’s me dad hope you’re doing alright sweetie mommy and I both love you so much and can’t wait to have you in our arms soon in two more months.” I whispered to her for a bit and told her how my job is going and how I set up her bedroom already and then I started feeling tired so I kissed Y/N’s stomach gently and told Deanna goodnight and I drifted off to sleep laying by Y/N and Dodger and our daughter and felt so excited to have our family together soon.

A bit later at midnight I heard Y/N get up and I saw her sit up and I said “oh hey darling what do you need? Can I help you or get you anything Y/N?” She smiled and kissed my forehead and said “hey sleepy head no I’m ok your daughter is hungry though I think so I’m gonna go eat something wanna come with me?” I nodded and got up to go to the kitchen with her and we sat down having a snack and I smiled at my wife feeding our unborn child and she noticed I was smiling at her and she said “Chris, why are you smiling like that babe?” I chuckled a bit with a smile and said “I’m just so happy and excited we’re gonna have a baby soon, I talked to her while you were sleeping .”

Y/N loved when I did that and I could tell by that smile on her face, Y/N rubbed her stomach softly and felt Deanna move a bit and she said “Chris, come feel her!” I got up immediately and put my hand on her belly softly and felt Deanna move and I felt my eyes tear up from feeling so happy and I kissed Y/N’s forehead and said “this is a dream come true baby I love you both so much and I always will.”

I think Dodger got jealous because he came running up to me and put his nose by my leg wanting attention and I smiled at him and I felt bad and I knelt by him snd said “Aw hey buddy I’m sorry pal you need love too don’t you?” I pet him and he seemed very happy and having Dodger and soon our baby girl I was so happy to have a family with my lovely and amazing wife Y/N, I adore her and love her so much I knew from day one that she was the one I wanted to be with the rest of my life. I was really nervous to be a father and Y/N noticed and she came over and kissed me softly and said “Chris you will be a wonderful father to our child I love you so much and I can’t wait to have Deanna with us soon.” I hugged her and whispered “I love you too baby and soon we will I promise baby.”

Hi lovely!! I hope this is close to what you wanted! 😊♥️ enjoy xx

Taglist:

@jessybarnes

@lokiandbuckysdoll

@sunshine-on-my-mind

[cyberkitty1]

Black Musician Reader

about a year and a half after your break up with miles you decided to focus on yourself and your career. making a plethora of songs and being openers for big artist’s.

your living your dream life; moving out of your apartment and getting a house, nothing too bug just something to fit you and your 2 dogs, working out to look better snd feel better about yourself and starting on the journey to better your mental health.

your manager and team have finally decided its time for you to have your first concert. you got to choose where it would be.

you were nervous and excited! these is a new chapter in your life sure you’ve done openers but your very own concert?? this is crazy.

brushing iff your outfit and fixing your hair hair one last time before you step out on stage. the moment you made your way to the middle the lights were blinding but once your eyes got used to it you could see everyone.

cheering your name with signs and pictures it was surreal. you were performing your very last song when you see him. you see him but he looks different, he’s not wearing his puffer or his messed up jordans. he’s wearing a sweater?? and a whole outfit.

you cant ignore the feeling of want and missing him. its been almost 2 years ; he’s always been in the back of your mind you couldn’t deny it and those last words he told you. that he wanted to change for you. did he really change? for you? really?

the concert came to an end it was a success. people gave you gifts and flowers you loved it all. just then someone knocked on your dressing room door.

“come in!” you calm in a loving tone before spinning your chair to see who it is. you were shocked to say the least.

it was miles standing with a big bouquet of your favorite flowers. you felt your heart melt a bit. “miles” he gives you an awkward smile “hey” he says scratching his neck”

“why are you here miles” you say standing keeping your hands at your sides in fists. you were nervous, so so nervous. he messed with his necklace. “remember when we broke up? i told you i would change and treat you better”

he walked toward you giving you the flowers. “ and im here to do just that” he say’s confidently. “miles-“ “no wait i went to therapy i got into a college i have a better relationship with my family, i don’t spray paint walls anymore i, i changed because i love you and i want you to give me another chance, please?”

you stare at him, you’ve missed him so much and the fact that he changed just for you? so he wouldn’t loose you? thats how much he loved you he was proving it to you, just like he said.

you missed him, the moment you broke up with him you wanted him back, you couldn’t just forget all the memories you made with him. there was no way it was going to happen.

“miles, are you being serious?” your eyes filled with tears. he felt anxious he knew how things ended and he knew what he did wrong.

you couldn’t help but let them fall as you give him a hug. he changed himself so he could be with you again? you expected him to just move on by now.

“im sorry about how we left everything, i know i could have been better to you, you didn’t deserve it. can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” he asks speaking into your hair as he hoods you tighter. “ of course miles ive missed you so much” you say through tears.

“ im so sorry for how i treated you, te amo mucho mami” he says wiping your tears. “ please dont do that again, if you need space ill give you space just talk to me, you cant just leave” you day beginning to get agitated.“ i will, i will. forgive me my love”

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rushed im sorrryyy

[artisnowy]

I want to hug past me, i want to show them love and affection i never got, I want to apologize for sll the things they have been through, and all the things their going to go through. I want to lay down and comfort them, give them the ability to cry snd sob their eyes out due to a world that was not nice to them, even when they were lead to believe if they act nice everything else will too. I want to reminisce on how much i loved my old friends, to scared to tell the old me how few of them stay around. I want to teach them how to dance in the rain, find the rainbows in the tears, find a reason to keep on living other than funeral costs. I want to make them feel whole again like i was never given the chance to. Life moves to fast and when you take a break from fantasizing about being hit by a car, so that the accident lands you in the hospital for a week giving you time to rest, you see just how much you have survived just too keep pushing through, it does nor matter if you are nor living for yourself aslong as you find that reason to keep living. Maybe its the roadtrip in the friend groupchat that may or may not come to fruition, maybe its your favorite holiday like gifts on a winter day or ghosts and ghouls dancing your heart away. Maybe its the meteor shower coming in 10 days, a year? heck maybe even 10 years? Maybe itd the stars saying its not your time, maybe its the dog who would wonder where you went. Sometimes i worry im going to run out of reasons to keep going but thats why you have to keep going because at some point there will be a reason. I hope you keep your reason and never need to worry about death again. I know youre scared, youre frightened, the world is cruel snd miserable and has been unjust to you. I just hope you never lose your shine becaudr you glow in my eyes.

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi! Id like to request a romantic matchup if you don't mind?

For fandoms, id prefer jujutsu kaisen or My hero academia (whichever you find easier honestly)

Im a straight female

Im 5'6 with long, wavy brown hair; freckles all over my face and some on my chest; small waist and bigger hips; my eyes a pretty big and very dark brown ;my skin is pretty tan and my voice is very soft(i get called mouse for it a lot)

I usually wear a baggy hoodie with skinny jeans and converse with no makeup because sadly i dont posess that skill

I love sweets and i have an obsession with gummy worms (munching on them help me while studying or taking a test)

I love listening to sad songs or love songs. I haven't been cheated on, but i will definitely belt out "before he cheats" to my poor confused dog while im home alone "cleaning"

I love working out and challenging myself

I have a total of five friends who have worked really hard to earn the title since i dont trust easy

Love dancing, playing soccer snd volleyball but my parents think its a waste of time so i dont compete, but I help my friends train anyway

Im 100% a dog person and im allergic to cats

im not afraid to punch a bish if they mess with my friends, but I probably wont do much if im being messed with

Friends = family

Kinda aloof and standoffish around strangers

Afraid of being alone and drowning (nearly drowned when I was 7)

Prefer the heat over cold

Terrified of driving

Sass 100% if im comfortable around you

Love to argue and playfight

Touch starved

Honestly i just want someone who would dance with me in the living room with no music, workout with me and later eat an ungodly amount of food or eat ice cream with me while watching disney movies :(

OMG OMG DUDE I HAVE THE PERFECT MAN FOR YOU!!! like the moment i finished reading this i was like OH MY GOSH i know who do choose for you. i hope you agree with me @pantherhappy!

the character I chose for you is...

YUJI ITADORI!!!

like it's perfect change my mind

he would love to be the man who dances with you in the living room and then slam pounds of food with you in the living room before passing out in your arms

like I CANT GET OVER HOW PERFECT THIS IS

he would be your workout buddy and you guys would build the best workouts fr

would cuddle you all the time and study with you, but hides the gummy worms so every answer you get right, he gives you a gummy worm lol. gives you the proper motivation

you guys would playfight all the time and omg so cuteee

at first, when you met him, you were a little distant, but with Yuji, being the friendly guy he is who also happened to have a little crush, he would make his way into your life slowly, but loudly and very nicely

if you move in with him, yall would get a cute little dog

he would love how you can stand up for yourself it makes you 20x more attractive to him

would cuddle up on the couch with you and binge movies forever

he loves driving you around. he'll take you to work/school and then would wake you up at 4am to go on a late night drive

would stick to you like glue

when you start dating, you would always be around you

you're never alone when you're with yuji

"Don't be down, okay?" You looked up to find Yuji's hand outstretched to you.

You and Yuji both had tear stained eyes after having a long and deep conversation.

You smiled and grabbed his hand, letting him pull you up from the couch. "I'll never let you be alone, okay babe?" He pulled you close and buried his face in the crook of your neck swaying you back and forth in the living room.

You buried your face in his chest and nodded, sniffling. "Thanks for talking, Yuji. It means the world."

"Of course. I'm always here for you."

"And I'm always here for you."

Yuji pressed a little kiss on the tip of your ear and squeezed you close as you kept swaying in the living room before falling asleep on top of each other on the couch. You wouldn't give Yuji up for the world.

[sebsxphia]

Thinking about reader snd her family moving to Wyomming, close to Rhett, she trains and rehabilitates abused horses and at the bar her first week in town, Rhett approaches her and the buckle bunnies that usually surround him glare at her and she stands with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised and says, "when you're finished entertaining those buckle bunnies, why don’t you come fine me and I'll show you how fun a real cowgirl can be?"

oh YEE HAW

rhett would be hook, line and sinker at you. your bold and brazen personality, not afraid to call anyone out especially him and his buckle bunnies, not intimidated by them either.

he’s following you around with a lost puppy dog for the rest of the night and for the following weeks when he keeps bumping into you on ‘accident’. he loves that you actually work with horses and known them like he does, but god is he desperate to get you on just one date so he can talk to you more 🥹🥹

thank you so much for this wonderful thought dear anon!! 💌

[mara-and-its-the-same]

There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time 🪷- Character pairing, tell me somethings about yourself and pick a fandom and gender preference and I’ll ship you with someone <3

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hi hehe, i really wanted to ask you to do this sooo…

i was a prep in hs y’all i am so sorry… i danced (specifically ballet), ice-skated, and did horseback riding lmao. now, i still dance but more for pleasure than for competitions, and i also almost always have my nose in a romance novel. i love dogs, tea with milk and honey, and i’m almost always writing something (as you know hehe).

stranger things pretty please bc i wanna stay on brand <3 don’t necessarily have a gender preference, i’m demi so i tend to just like who i like!

kiss kiss kiss! thank you if you end up answering this <3

- angel 🧸

Of course I’m gonna answer, how busy do you think I am?

Don’t answer that, the answer is always never too busy for you <3

I think Robin, slowly collecting the preps and turning them to the geek side.

She loves that you dance, she loves how comfortable you feel in your body and around her. And she definitely plays piano, and she’s good at it. So once you have your way too small apartment together she helps you move all the furniture out of the way and she’ll play something sweet for you and just watch and adore.

I also have the firm belief that she is a horse girl that never got to realize her full potential. You take her to the farm one day and she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She helps you take care of everything that needs to get done and her favorite part is giving the ponies carrots and sugar cubes. She loves it but shes also terrified when they do that flappy thing with their lips. “Babe, it’s chasing me, it’s chasing me.” “Rob, it’s in its stall, you’re fine. Stop teasing it.” “I’m not it’s- Ah! Take it, take it!”

She loves making tea for you, like loves it loves it, snd she loves bringing home new types and flavors for you both to try. (And while she’s at the store she picks up books for you purely based on the covers)

And if you get a dog together it’d be one of those really cute little ones, like a papillon and she’d think it’s so cute and tell everyone Papillon means butterfly in French because she likes to brag about you and her puppy 💖💖💖