#the way he’s holding the pup 🥺

[goaliekisses]

BARK BARK BARK

[diejager]

More Wolfie plz🥺? Idk what you’d right but I love the universe you built up with it and would love more of it, even if it’s just a sliver

Training Cw: smut, training, collar, ring gag, doggy style, creampie, unprotected sex, PinV, fingering, tell me if I missed any.

“What did I tell you about growling, pup?” He sounded so demeaning, his hand laid heavy on your nape, holding your face down and away from the two men in the room with you.

Ghost had pulled you to Price’s office under the guise of this being training, wanting to work through your aggression you’d thrived on while living in the wild. You were jerky and a biter, baring your teeth after a low growl, threatening to sink into someone’s hand or arm as retaliation. They were getting a lot of complaints from people who would approach you and attempt to pet your ears and tail, wanting to touch the softness of your washed fur and disregarding your personal space and boundaries.

“None of that,” his grip tightened around your neck when your throat rumbled, a growl slipping through your gagged mouth, drool rolling down your cheek.

They gave you a pretty, black ring gag, placed behind your teeth to keep your mouth open from biting them and showing off your sweet and fiery mouth. The black leather looped behind your head, a thin strap connecting it to your collar, a smooth, black leather that sat comfortably around your neck without irritating it, but thin enough for you to feel everything. They had you wear it as a sign of possession, the silver insignia of their Task Force hanging from the front, a skull and winged sword proudly gleaming under the light wherever you go.

You mellowed down, growls quieting to loud pants, exhausted from your skirmish with Ghost, doing your best ignore your Captain’s rough handling, his calloused fingers kneading the flesh of your hips and stomach, his hands smoothing over the arch of your back to your tail. Your fur was matted and wet, dirtied with slick that - prior to being forced into this position - pooled down your rim and wetting your soft fur. You’d long given up in fighting Price, he was much stronger than you and smelled of power and strength —like alpha. He was the leader of your little pack, a fiercely protective leader who had every intent of putting his group first, but it was his scent that made you stop. He smelled of strong musk, a heady scent of cigar and cedar, less smoky and sweet than your Lieutenant’s sandalwood that kept flooding your sensitive nose.

“Good pup, you’re doing so well,” Price cooed, running his fingers through your hair, scratching the reactive nerve behind your ears. It made you whine, a high sound that had both of them shush you, “That’s it, you’re all right, pup.”

Your panting grew louder, mewls slipping out as a final sign of submission, letting them bend your body to their pleasure. You arched your back, bucking against the bearded man that was ploughing into you, driving his hard cock into your wet cunt, slick squelching out of you with every snap of his hips, his balls slapping your twitching clit. You couldn’t deny how good it felt to give up all autonomy after having taken care of yourself on your own for years, letting another care for you and manhandle you in the best way. His veined girth laid heavy in your cunt, your gummy walls wrapped round him in a tight hold, just a hair away from coming.

Canting his hips and leaning forward, your world exploded in bright lights when Price’s head tapped your cervix, punching the air out of your body with every thrust. He was guiding you through your orgasm just as he had his, his cock throbbing and veins pulsing before the tip spurted ropes of cum, painting your walls white with his tangy lad, hot and thick. Price groaned lowly, palms holding your hips flushed to his, giving a few jerky thrusts before he hilted inside of you, unmoving but grounding you with the smooth touch of his thumb and Ghost’s grip on your scruff.

When he pulled out, his cum oozed out of you, dripping down your mound and landing on the old couch in his office. He admired the gift with a slight twitch of his cock, it leaked out of you like an unending fall. Wasteful, truly. His fingers slid down your thighs, gathering his cum and pushed it back in, fingering his load with a few wet sounds.

“Stay good for Ghost, pup. Can you do that?”

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[meowpupp]

if you want, do you have any thoughts on a follow up to the threesome? price watching, holding johnny’s collar to hold him back while simon has a turn with the reader and then they release him to eat the poor reader out 🥺🥺

pup!johnnys whos almost feral at the sight of you getting fucked open by his owner. drinking in the way you're arching your back, swollen cunt greedily sucking in every inch of simons cock.

his eyes are practically hearts as he watches, ears perking as both you and simon moan. he struggles against the grip price has on him, desperate for any sort of attention

two thick, strong fingers hook under johnny's collar, giving it a harsh tug. the mutt is over-eagar, cock straining in his boxers as he yaps and whines. price almost laughs, amused at just how desperate johnny looks.

"settle down." he grunts, inhaling a drag from his cigar, "you'll get your turn."

johnny practically cums alongside you, cock twitching as he hears both you and simon moan, watching as simon fills your swollen cunt for the nth time. finally his owner pulls away, panting as he kisses your forehead. johnny can barely contain himself, trying to lunge forward, the smell of your cum mixing with simons making him drool.

price huffs, forcing johnny back again, pulling so tight the pup yelps. a rough hand grips johnnys jaw, forcing his blue eyes to meet prices. the man is intense, voice a low growl as he speaks, "you're gonna clean her up, and you're gonna be fuckin nice about it." price tightens his grip, "if not, I'll cancel all your little playdates for a month."

with a nod from simon, he releases johnny completely. it takes barely 10 seconds for him to get on the bed, eyes drinking in the state of you. your thighs and cunt are flushed, red and sore from simons mean thrusts. there's little tear streaks down your face, indents on your hips from simons tight grip.

johnny's hands are gentle, grip firm as he spreads your thighs. your pretty cunt is ruined, swollen and flushed. your clit twitches, fucked out hole leaking a mix of simon and prices cum. johnny practically salvates at the sight, almost immediately burying his face between in your cunt.

he eats you out like he's starved, tongue lapping away his owners cum, nose nudging your clit. he's panting and whining, the vibrations making your hips buck.

his cock twitches in his pants, hips grinding down against the bed. he wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you flush against him. he starts to suck on your clit, tongue swirling around the swollen bud as he pumps two fingers inside you.

he licks you clean, sucking on your poor clit. his beard scratches your sensitive thighs, but he holds you too tight for you to squirm away. it's not long till you cum all over his face. the sound of your needy whines and thighs squeezing his head is all too much, his cock twitching as he cums all over the sheets. he groans against you, greedily lapping your cum away, giving your clit one last little kiss before pulling away.

[pupyuj]

Soft dom!Reader comforting Sub!Yujin after she had a long day?

i honestly feel like our favorite pup would be mopey and non-communicative when she’s in a mood but sometimes yujin probably just wants someone to baby her so that’s where you come in! 🥺 as soon as you spot her hugging her knees while staring blankly at her laptop screen (where a random show was playing), you knew that yujinnie wasn’t in the mood for anything silly 😔 poor baby’s day has been bad since she woke up, all she wanted was your hugs and kisses but you had other ideas of course ☺️☺️

“rough day?” and yujin would respond to you with merely hums and nods,, poor baby refuses to even look at you and normally you’d scold her a bit for that but all you wanted to do was take care of her so you do! 🥺 letting her cuddle to your side, putting her head on your chest and gently rubbing her hip—she's already melting! ugh seeing those shiny puppy eyes look up at you after you kiss the top of her head, her lips puckered for a cute little pout oh she was so cuteeee 🥺🥺 ofc the moment you lean down to kiss her the atmosphere changes.. it was yujin's fault for looking so cute in that pajama set you got for her 😣

yujinnie taking your hand and putting it on the inside of her thighs while you kissed her,, "you sure...?" you'd ask bcs as much as you wanted her, you wouldn't go through with it if she really wasn't in the mood :(( but turns out yujin was! what with the way she pulled you to be on top of her, latching her lips onto yours hungrily while guiding your hand downwards her cunt… slipping your hand inside and feeling how soaked she was—yujin has been waiting for you the entire day!! she knew if her hobbies wasn’t going to make her happy, you would 🥰

normally yujin would be loud 🤭 doesn’t matter if you were being gentle or not, she’d be moaning and moaning bcs you just made her feel that good! 😵‍💫 but that night, she was so cute 🥺 so whiny, gasping at every sensation whether it came from your fingers inside her cunt or your lips that left kisses on her neck 💕 her hands taking fistfuls of your shirt as she tried to hold onto her climax for a little bit longer bcs she hates looking so weak in front of you.. but ofc she fails bcs a swipe of your tongue over her nipple was enough to send her over the edge!

(p.s. yujin is a squirter yes i make the rules)

maybe she can take another round or two.. but after you’ve satisfied her, you’d do everything to cheer her up! babying her and giving her everything she needs from kisses, food, to watching her favorite shows and movies with her, she loves you so much 🥺✨ and ykw yujin would probably want to fall asleep being spooned by you! but ofc her perverted ass would put your hand on her crotch again and ask you to gently rub her until she’s knocked out 😵‍💫😵‍💫 tsk tsk… i need he—

[hollyhomburg]

I’ve been thinking about the way that each BILY packmate scents each other and wishing I went more into it, cuz there would of course be a slight difference with each of them just

Tae is all firm and over eager touches, sometimes like a puppy a little too energetic and giggly, and the packmates feel her soft breath and her hair tickling their necks, she likes the side of their necks, as apposed to the hollow of their throats, likes little nips too!

Jk and jimin like to do it with their teeth, dull scrapes on jimin’s part that threaten to go a little harder if his packmates dare squirm away. Jk is a little softer, likes to bite and then breathe, soft little huffs of breath against their skin, lazy little licks.

With yoongi, it’s almost always in the hair, he prefers to breath out in one big breath then drag his nose from their temple to under their jaw, pressing soft featherlight kisses to their scent gland. While dragging his wrists down and over their sides, half scenting, half hugging. Rubbing his knuckles against their cheek and throat to say hello in a quiet domestic way.

Namjoon almost always scents exclusively with his neck, bending over them and resting some of his body weight, rubbing his neck (yes it is as clumsy and as bodily involved as you think it is) over their neck and shoulders sort of just, attempting to roll them against him. Definitly makes the smaller members (yoongi, hobi, m/c) stumble under his weight.

Jin is all chaste brushes of his wrist over theirs in public, but long gentle nuzzles to their throats that leave them breathless in private. Kisses become licks and grooming, favors firm holds on their wrists to stop the pups from squirming.

Hobi nudges with just his forhead first either against their shoulders, their foreheads or against the their backs, he gets particularly shy about scent marking. Likes to kind of ambush them by combining them with back hugs, also likes to grab his packmates by the wrists and press against their scent glands with his fingers, kinda a little “scent hug”

The m/c being the smallest out of all of them, has to get on her tippy toes to press her nose to their throats, or sometimes their collarbones 🥺 in the wintertime the tip of her nose is always cold. Always tries to drag her wrists over their clothes in public kinda sneaky 👀 and they pretend not to notice because they know she’ll just shy away and stop doing it

[animeomegas]

helloo!! can you do another part of the alphas being late from a mission, like finally the alphas are home i wanna know the reactions of their omegas and pups🥺🥺

This is a popular request, so who am I to deny it?? XD

Okay, part 2 to this post!

Neji:

Neji was so caught up in his anger and frustration that he almost walked head first into someone as he left the hokage's office.

"Excuse me-"

"Neji?"

Neji jumped at the familiar voice, focusing on the person he'd almost bumped into. It was you. You were there, still in your mission clothes, standing there like you hadn't been missing for a month.

"Alpha?" Neji normally used your name in public, but he couldn't stop the title from slipping out as he stared at you in shock.

"Appa!" his pup squealed, holding out her arms excitedly. "Appa! Appa up!"

You immediately scooped your daughter from his arms, leaving Neji feeling strange and empty as he watched you spin her around, excited giggling coming from both parties as the other members of your team watched, amused.

Were you really just back like this? All those sleepless nights... and you were fine all along.

He suddenly felt very, very tired and like he needed to get his family bundled up in his nest where they'd be safe. The urge was so strong it almost burnt him.

"We need to go home," Neji said, voice strained.

"Of course, let me just debrief and-"

"No," Neji said, trying to convey with his eyes that he meant what he was saying. "We need to go home now."

You looked baffled, but hesitantly agreed, thanking your teammates you agreed to debrief on your behalf.

You and Neji walked home, your pup babbling to you about the time you'd been away as best as she could with her limited vocabulary. Neji felt like his brain was in a fog, and he couldn't remember most of the walk by the time he'd reached the front door.

"Shower," he commanded. "A quick one, then come to my nest."

With that, he took the pup back from you and climbed the stairs to the bedroom where he immediately crawled into his nest. He sat, tensed and waiting for you, every bone in his body screaming at him to drag you in there, to make you safe, to protect you, to bring you back into the family when you'd been away for so long.

It felt like an eternity had passed when he finally crawled into his nest, hair still damp from your shower. Normally he’d be unimpressed by such a thing, but right now he couldn’t care any less. 

You greeted him with a kiss and a worried look before your attention turned to your daughter. You played and cuddled and joked with her for almost an hour until her nap time hit and she fell asleep. 

Neji just watched you both the whole time, trying to ignore how fast his heart was beating. 

“Neji?” you asked hesitantly, gently laying down your daughter to sleep and crawling your way over to him. “Are you alright, darling? You’ve been so quiet.” 

“I’m fine,” he said, voice strained. But despite his attempts to believe that, his hands started to shake and tears burnt behind his eyes. 

You settled beside him, gently reaching out to cup his face. You looked so concerned, and your scent was clouding his mind. He had started to believe that he wouldn’t get to see or smell you again over the past few days. 

“I’m home,” you whispered. 

And that was all it took to push Neji over the edge. A sob clawed its way out of his throat and the tears started to fall. He pressed a hand over his mouth to smother them. 

“Why now?” he asked in between sobs. “I was fine, I was fine, but now I can’t-”

“You were so strong,” you agreed easily, pulling him into your arms. “So strong for our pup while I was gone, but you don’t have to be strong right now, because I’m back. Let me be strong for a bit, my darling.”

Neji was so grateful for the embrace. You were home. You were safe. And his tears wouldn’t stop. 

“I’m sorry, so sorry, Neji,” you whispered quietly into his hair while he cried. “The mission got delayed in every single non-life-threatening way and we couldn’t get back. I should have tried harder, I-” 

“Stop it,” Neji interrupted. He didn’t want to hear about it, he didn’t want to think about you going on another mission ever again, he wanted to believe, just for a moment, that you would be staying with him and your daughter forever. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

You fell silent at his request, choosing instead to run your fingers through his hair as you embraced. He had missed you so much. 

Shino:

A week later and Shibi found his son once again sitting at the kitchen table with him. Today marked one month since the day Shino’s mate was supposed to return and although neither of them had directly acknowledged that, it was clear that they were both painfully aware of the fact. 

Shino and his daughter had moved into Shibi’s house a few days ago, seeking refuge from living in a house full of reminders of the person who wasn’t there.

Shibi sighed and placed his hand on his son’s shoulder. Shino was clutching at an empty mug and staring down at the table. 

“Shino, I-”

A frantic knock at the door interrupted him. Shino made no attempt to move, so Shibi just squeezed his shoulder gently and went to answer the door himself. The frantic knocking didn’t stop and it grated on Shibi’s nerves. 

“Can I help you?” Shibi said coldly, swinging open the door. The air left his lungs when he saw who was there. 

“Shibi!” you exclaimed when you saw him. You looked panicked and upset. “Where’s Shino?! And my daughter?! I just got back and our house is half empty! Where-” 

The sound of a kitchen chair clattering to the floor stopped you in your tracks. Shibi saw your eyes sharpen. He stepped aside for you to enter, just as Shino entered the hallway behind him. Shino’s skin was paler than normal and his eyes were fixed on your form, unblinking. 

“Shino!” the relief in your voice was palpable and you didn’t waste any time pushing past him and clasping Shino’s arms in your hands. “And our baby? Where is she?” 

“She’s fine,” Shino said breathlessly, still watching you with wide eyes. “She’s at the academy.”

Shibi saw the relief on your face at that information. 

“You scared me,” you admitted quietly, pulling Shino to your chest. “I thought something awful had happened when I saw the half empty house.”

Shibi privately thought that something awful had happened; his son had spent a month believing his alpha to be dead. 

Shino’s arms didn’t come up to embrace you back, but instead hung limply at his sides. Shibi watched as his son’s knees gave out. You simply adjusted him and lowered the both of you to the floor. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m back, I’m so sorry, my love,” Shibi heard you whisper. You sounded like you were on the verge of tears and Shino wasn’t any better. 

Silently, Shibi slipped on some shoes and grabbed his keys, leaving the couple crying on the floor in each other’s arms as he stepped outside. It was almost time to pick up his granddaughter anyway. 

Iruka:

Iruka carried his son all the way home, glaring harshly at any person who gave him strange looks for carrying an 8-year-old. The crying eventually petered out and his son just lay limply, sniffling into Iruka’s shoulder. 

“Shhh,” Iruka idly hushed as he approached his front door, trying to fish his keys out of his pocket. “It’s alright, appa’s okay sweetheart.” 

When the door finally clicked open, Iruka came face to face with you and he froze. You were walking down the stairs, towel drying your hair. Your face lit up when you saw him. 

“Babe! I was just getting ready to come and pick you both up! But you’re early!” your voice was so light and joyful and Iruka suddenly wondered if the whole of the last week had been a hallucination and you had never left at all. 

His pup, having heard his appa’s voice, launched himself from Iruka’s arms and ran across the short entryway before latching onto your legs, sobs starting back up. Iruka didn’t mind the shoes in the house on this occasion. 

“Appa! You’re alive!” your son wailed, clutching at you with every ounce of strength that he could. 

You looked baffled and Iruka didn’t blame you. Just shy of a week really wasn’t long enough to start getting worried, and you had been later than that before with no problems. 

“Of course I’m alive,” you said, dropping down to your knees and lowering your joyful voice into something more gentle and soft. “One of my teammates was hit with a paralytic, that’s something that means they can’t move, and they were our only medic, so we couldn’t fix them and had to carry them back to the hospital to get them help, that’s why we were a bit late, that’s all.” 

Iruka could tell there was something you weren’t mentioning, but he knew you would tell him later, when your little one was tucked up in bed. Probably your bed tonight. 

Your pup wound his arms around your neck, nodding at your story but still refusing to let go. You stood back up, taking your son with you. Iruka had a feeling that he would be impossible to separate from you for a while. 

“What happened?” you mouthed at him. 

“Tell you later,” he mouthed back, stepping closer to rub his son’s back. 

You nodded, adjusting your son into one arm and using the newly free one to drag Iruka to your side. 

“I’m home,” you said, pressing a kiss to Iruka’s head. 

Iruka took a moment to bask in your scent, banishing those final flickers of anxiety that you wouldn’t be returning to him. 

“Welcome home.”

[stvharrngton]

welcome home

a/n: back with some more sub!steve<3 based off a request from anon

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, sub!steve, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, size kink if you squint

summary: you come back from a weekend away to steve being a lil clingy subby baby 🥺

taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby

The cab rounded the corner onto your street, a 30 second drive from your house at the end of the road. The air outside was frosty and cold, you longed to be back inside the comfort of your own home. Back into the warmth of the open fireplace, and into the arms of Steve.

You’d been away on your family’s annual holiday vacation and sure, you love spending time with them but you missed him, and Steve missed you. He’d usually accompany you on these trips but you went this one alone, and it was safe to say you wouldn’t be doing it again.

You paid the cab fare and thanked the driver, dragging your suitcase to your front door. You were barely through the door before Steve was barrelling towards you, setting your suitcase aside for you and wrapping you up in his arms. You giggled as the boy picked you up and spun you round, smothering you in wet kisses all over your face.

Lips tugging into a wide grin at Steve’s affection, your arms swung over his shoulders as your fingers tugged at the stray strands of hair at the back of his head, “Okay! Okay, okay,” you breathed out, “you can put me down, pup.”

Steve faltered at the pet name, his grip on you softening as he set you back down on the floor. He leant into you, the tip of his nose brushing along the slope of your own, “‘M sorry, I just missed you.”

“I missed you too, Steve.” You hushed the boy, tone soft and endearing. You brought your hands up to cup his cheeks, thumbs rubbing at the soft skin there.

Caving, the look on his face too sweet, too cute, you pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss. He sighed into your mouth, the grip on your waist tightening by the second. Poor Steve had been on edge the whole weekend, yearning to touch you, to hold you, to be held by you. Desperate to feel all of you. Sure phone sex was great, but it had nothing on the real thing.

It was common knowledge between the two of you that Steve’s love language was acts of service and physical touch and so you let him cook you a nice hot meal, let him do the dishes and you certainly let him lay his head in your lap when you cuddled up on the couch for the evening.

When it was time for bed, Steve was pressed impossibly close to your side. Your legs tangled together beneath the sheets, his face buried in the crook of your neck so he could let your perfume and shampoo overcrowd his senses. His hand was shoved underneath your shirt, fingers tracing soft shapes on the bare skin below your chest, lips pressing delicate kisses to the spot below your ear.

“Steve,” you sighed contently. Your fingers found their way into his hair like they often did, digits tangling in the messy locks. You could feel his half-hard cock pressed up against your thigh beneath the soft cotton of his boxers, the familiar tingling sensation already working it’s way into your lower stomach.

“Baby, missed you so much.” Steve whined into your neck, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. “Please, just want to make you feel good, please let me make you feel good?”

You pursed your lips into a smirk, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his hot breath fanning against your skin. Your fingers tugged at his hair, pulling him back a little so you could get a look at him.

“Yeah?” You teased, your fingers caressed his cheek, thumb wiping over his plump bottom lip, “Wanna make me feel good, Stevie? Wanna make me cum?”

Steve groaned, a low rasp from his throat, “Y-yeah, so bad. Please, can I make you cum?”

You hummed in response, your fingers trailing down his face to his chin, a digit hooking underneath bringing his focus to you. His big brown eyes bore into yours, a dark cloud of desire glazing them over, his lip jutting out into a pout.

“I suppose,” you started, your teasing tone going straight to Steve’s cock, “can you be a good boy and eat my pussy, hm? Bet you’re dying for a taste, Stevie.”

“Oh,” he whined, hips rutting his hardening cock up against your pudgy thigh, “I’ll be good, baby, I’ll be your good boy.”

“Go on, then, baby. Go ‘head.” You instructed, urging Steve to clamber down the bed between your thighs.

Steve gripped your soft thighs in his hands, spreading them eagerly. You still had your underwear on, a delicate lilac lace covering your core. Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as he mouthed at your cunt over the material, the tip of his nose nudging your clit softly.

You breathed out a moan, sweet and quiet, your body relaxing at Steve’s mouth on you. He continued to lick and suck at you through your panties, inhaling your scent, something he knew drove you fucking wild. The material now soaked with his spit and your arousal, sticking to your core.

Clutching the sheets beside you, you bucked your hips off the bed a little needily, moaning, “Stevie, take ‘em off, please? Can you do that f’me?”

Steve nodded avidly, fingers hooking beneath the waistband to pull the lace down your legs. His large palms gripped your thighs once more, pushing them to your chest. His tongue darted out to lick a flat stripe up your pussy, your back arching off bed, a high-pitched keen leaving your lips.

He continued to lap at your folds, your slick covering his mouth and chin. Steve’s face fully buried in your pussy now, his tongue essentially devouring you. The boy moaning and groaning into your cunt like his life depended on it, his lips wrapped around your clit tightly, harshly sucking on the nub.

You mewled above as Steve ate your pussy like a man starved, your hands yanking your shirt up to expose your skin. Your fingers toyed with your tits, pinching and pulling at your nipples, the twinge sending shivers down your spine.

“Feels so good, Stevie,” you whined, hips bucking up into the boy’s face, “doing such a good job, baby.”

Words of praise dripped from your tongue like no one’s business, loving how Steve would whine into you when you did. Your hands flew to his hair as he sucked on your clit, a single digit teasing your hole as he did. Yanking on his locks, your hips rutted up, essentially grinding your pussy against his tongue.

Steve stayed quiet, save for the groans tumbling from his chest. His hips rutting against the mattress, trying to relieve some tension from his aching cock. He added a second finger now, long and thick scissoring you open as he lapped at your swollen clit.

You were close and Steve could feel it, your walls clenching around his fingers, thighs shaking beside his head. You moaned loudly above him, feeling the wave of pleasure overcome your body.

“Can you make me cum, sweet boy? ‘M so close.” You whined, forehead slick with sweat as your chest heaved. Giving Steve the perfect view of your tits from below.

Steve hummed into your cunt, fingers working faster now. Digits curling inside you to brush against that sweet spot, his free hand holding your own, fingers lacing together in a sweet gesture.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, “just like that, Stevie, shit–” hips bucking wildly as you came, the coil in your lower stomach snapping in half. Your vision starry as Steve lapped up your orgasm happily, humming into you as your whole body quaked.

Your breath was shaky as you came down from your high, Steve’s warm palms stroking up and down your thighs softly. The boy pressed delicate wet kisses on the inside of your thighs, his nose nudging at the apex of your thighs.

“C’mere, baby,” you cooed, sitting up in bed. Steve shuffled towards you, sitting back on his heels between your thighs.

Your hands cupped his warm cheeks, as your lips brushed against his in a sweet kiss. You groaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue, licking against each other desperately.

Your hands ghosted over Steve’s chest, fingers tickling at the thatch of hair there. They wandered over his warm skin until they reached his stomach, your fingers stroking over the aching bulge beneath his boxers.

“Can I take care of this for you, sweetie?” You asked, nose pressing into his cheek as you covered him with kisses, “Such a good boy f’me, let me ride your big cock?”

“Fuck,” Steve groaned, nodding eagerly as you sucked a pretty little mark into the column of his throat, “please? Need you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, despite their meaning, but the earnest and sincerity his voice held made your heart flutter. You pushed him back, urging him to lean back against the headboard of your bed.

“Lay back for me, baby.” You hushed, tone soft and saccharine.

Steve lay back, head resting against the headboard. Your fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs. His stiff cock slapped up against his stomach, a petty whine escaping his lips as the cool air hit the sensitive skin.

Leaning over the boy, you wrapped your small hand around his cock, fist pumping him a few times. You had barely touched him, but Steve was so fucked already. His face flushed a pretty pink, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, his eyes glassy and pleading. Your lips leaked saliva onto the tip of his cock, hands working to spread the slick.

“Your cock’s so big, Stevie, don’t know how it’s gonna fit in this little pussy.” You cooed, your words going straight to his cock, the length tensing in your hand.

Steve glanced down at you, seeing your small hand wrapped around him, your fingers barely able to touch your thumb. He groaned loudly, craving the stretch he always caused when you fucked.

“Please,” he begged now, his hand outstretched to you, the other gripping his hair as he pushed it back from his forehead. “I’ve been so good, please, baby.”

“Okay, okay,” you hushed him, clambering to straddle his lap, holding his cock to line up with your entrance, “this what you want, Stevie?” You chuckled as the boy could only nod, lost for words.

You let the tip push into you, the sweetest whine leaving his lips. You sunk down further, inch by inch, you both groaning into the quiet of the room at the feeling; your warm, wet walls completely wrapped around him and his cock filling you up so well.

Giving yourself a minute to get used to the stretch, you moaned out, “Filling me up so good, Steve, your thick cock’s stretching me out so wide.”

Steve faltered, head thrown back against the headboard. His hands flew to your hips, fingertips grabbing the flesh there, trying to coax you into starting some sort of rhythm along his length.

You chuckled above him, your hands clutching at his broad shoulders for purchase. You began to rock your hips slowly, dragging your sopping wet cunt along the length of his cock. Steve was a moaning mess below you, the muscles in his stomach contracting with every snap of your hips.

“‘M not gonna last.” Steve whined, whimpering as his eyes squeezed shut, his fingers digging pretty bruises into the fat of your hips, his toes curling behind you.

“S’ok, Stevie,” you muttered, forehead coming to rest against his own, the tips of your noses brushing against each other, “you’re doing so well, such a good boy.”

Fuck, Steve mumbled under his breath. Your praise and pet names pushing him closer to his orgasm. You began to fuck your hips faster now, a dirty grind of your pussy along his cock. The tip brushed against your sweet spot with every stroke, your walls clenching around him so tightly.

The boy pulled you close, his arms snaking around your waist, his hands splayed across your back. Steve buried his face in your chest, his lips pressing wet kisses to your tits over the material of your shirt.

Ass bouncing on his cock now, your fingers carding through his hair, holding him to you, “Does it feel good, baby? Tell me how good this pussy feels.”

“Yeah,” he groaned, “feels so good. Christ, pussy’s so fucking wet.” Steve moved his hands to your ass now, squeezing the flesh as he pushed and pulled at your hips.

“Mm,” you hummed, “so wet f’you, Stevie, no one else.”

You could feel how desperate he was, how tight he was gripping your flesh, how his whole body was tensing. The sweet little whines and whimpers he was humming into your skin. It was bliss, really, when the two of you got to have each other like this.

“Please,” he whined, “I can’t— baby, ‘m gonna cum,” his hands pulling your hips harder, his cock sitting deeper in your cunt, “please? Can I cum?”

“Awe, course, Stevie,” you hushed the boy, your hands cupping his cheeks, “you can cum, baby. Will you cum f’me?”

Steve groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His brows punched together in pleasure, his features awash with pure euphoria. Abs tensing as he crossed over the threshold.

“God, fucking Christ—“ he moaned sweetly, a high-pitched sound that rang throughout the quiet room. Hot cum spilling into you as you continued to rock your hips over him, gentle movements as Steve rode out his orgasm.

You stroked his hair soothingly as you cradled his head in your neck, his shallow breaths fanning over your skin. You stilled in his lap, his hands running up and down your back beneath your shirt.

“It’s so nice to be home.” You chuckled softly.

Steve hummed against your skin, his lips tugging up into a grin, “Yeah, welcome home, baby.”

[oleksiak-pettersson]

If you’re taking any requests plez anything Quinn or petey 🥺

You swore you closed the door inaudibly. You take a breath and rest your forehead against the cool door. You could hear the TV playing some sort of football game, probably college because it was Brock's turn to choose.

"Y/N?" Brock calls down the hallway and you release the breath you were holding in. "You're home early."

Fucking eagle-eared Brock, you think, cursing him out as you slip your heels off and drape your coat on it's hook. Your purse is placed lazily on the table you'd bought the moment Brock agreed to be your roommate.

"Yeah, it's me," you reply, using all the will power in your body to not let the disappointment of the evening seep through your normally chipper tone.

You hear another voice cheer as the TV crowd also roars and your heart drops even more knowing that the group of young hockey players you call friends are still presently watching football on your comfy L-couch.

You paste a happy smile on your face as you finally make it down the hall to see the four grown men all staring at the TV with differing levels of interest.

Quinn is absolutely absorbed in the game and briefly glances at you nodding in acknowledgement. Nils smiles up at you from where he's sat, snacking like there's no game playing. Brock has a dog on either side of him, eyes following the play but have the slightest degree of worry as they take you in. You know he's totally on to the fact that you're home easily an hour before you truly should be.

Coolie's head lolls to look at you and his tongue falls out as Brock moves his hand along the pup's belly. Milo rushes off the couch and barrels towards you, his tail wagging a mile a minute. You greet the dog with equal enthusiasm, trying to figure out how to sneak him into your bed without raising any more suspicion.

Finally, your eyes fall on Elias. Your heart stops briefly, he's checking his phone. He hates nights when they have to watch American football - it's likely you missed his mini-rant about the name football and how this isn't it. He looks good, his hair is covered by a tuque that he's not wearing properly. Elias is wearing grey sweatpants and you briefly feel the need to run out of the room.

"So, how was your date?" Brock asks, a perfect eyebrow raised in question. It's a slow drawl and you know he's onto you. You hate how much he knows you too well.

All three other men's eyes shoot up to scrutinize you. They take in your nicest black dress and the fact that your high and makeup are perfect.

"That depends on how you define a date?" You counter, crossing your arms and leaning against the door way.

Quinn's eyebrows furrow as he focuses back on the game. "A date is a date. Two people, one event."

Brock and Elias roll their eyes in unison. They've seen Quinn operate, hell so have you. He's a smooth operator but has never gotten a second date so you take his opinion with a grain of salt.

Nils is the next to pipe up. "Like a dinner between two people?"

"Exactly, so not much of a date when it's only you." You utter, trying to focus on the game and ignore the ways in which all four men's jaws drop.

"You got stood up?" Quinn asks, his attention is fully on you now. To be fair though, he scrambles for the remote to pause the game before asking you.

Brock leans over and gives Quinn a whack to the back of the head. Nils also leans over to hit Quinn weakly in the chest. The brunet American lets out an audible "Hey!" and suddenly chaos has exploded in the living room.

You take this opportunity to sneak away and into your room. You don't notice that Elias' gaze lingers on your retreating figure. Milo follows you obediently, settling on your bed as your strip from your dress.

You remove your makeup and slip into your pyjamas and settle into your bed. Milo immediately cuddles into your side, wet nose pressing against your cheek. You chuckle at the silly dog, who moves to expose his belly the second your hand is on him.

There's a knock at your door and you sigh. "Brock, I'm okay. Go away."

"Uh, it's not Brock." A familiar accent sounds from through the door. You know Elias well enough to know that he's probably running a hand through his hair, questioning whether or not he should leave you alone.

"You can come in, Elias." Softly, you sit up and adjust yourself as Elias lets himself into your room.

He's got a hand sheepishly on the back of his neck. Elias is rarely nervous but you can read it on his body. His eyes are flitting around your room and his cheeks are flush. There's a pinkish hue raising up his neck.

"What's going on, Elias?" You ask, lips pursing as you move to tuck your legs underneath your body.

He struggles briefly within himself before he sits on your bed. His hands clasp in his lap and his attention is drawn to them. "I just wanted to check on you." He murmurs, accent thick as he tries to avoid your gaze.

"I'm okay, I wasn't really into this guy, I was just trying to distract myself from..." You trail off as you remember you're not talking to Brock but instead Elias. Elias who you're desperately in love with.

"From who?" Elias' voice comes out a lot deeper, as if he's trying to hide any hint of emotion.

"From you." You say quietly, your own gaze falling away from the blonde in front of you.

Then, there's a hand on your cheek, bringing your gaze back to Elias' gorgeous blue eyes. There's a fondness in them and it makes you melt. His eyes fall on your lips and then come back to your eyes, there's an implied question in this gaze. You nod your consent and suddenly his lips are on yours.

His bottom lip is plush against yours, his other hand comes to hold your other cheek and yours rise to his shoulders to pull you against him.

"Fuck yes! Quinner you owe me ten bucks!" Brock yells from the doorway, startling you and Elias apart. Elias is all reflexes to double-check that you're in no way, shape, or form in danger.

"Can we help you?" You ask your so-called best friend, currently rethinking that label.

"No, you already have. I no longer have to listen to either of you whine about how much you like the other, so thank you. Remember to thank me at your wedding." He states confidently as he closes the door and leaves.

You and Elias both turn back to each other and chuckle. Elias reaches out, taking your hand in his. He presses a soft kiss against your skin.

"Can I take you tomorrow night?" He asks.

You smile, "only if you promise to show up." You tease.

He holds out his pinky finger and you wrap yours around his.

[onskepa]

Okay, hear me out but imagine Lo'ak having a human as his girlfriend. She is much taller than most people at the lab and when she uses her avatar she is even much taller than Lo'ak, even taller than most adults in the clan. I just imagine Y/n teasing the life out of Lo'ak for him being shorter than her. I have a feeling that Lo'ak would sometimes get grumpy cause of it and try to walk away and then Y/n casually grabs him by the shoulder, turns him around and throws him over her shoulder while laughing, while Lo'ak keeps yelling at her to put him down and Y/n simply laughs. 🥺🤣

Hi! sorry for the long wait on this one! But here is your fic! this one was fun to write! Enjoy!

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Pup and Tsawl

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK?!" lo'ak was cussing far more than usual. Pacing back and forth as his siblings laugh at him like it was peak comedy for them.

Standing in front of them all was his one and only lover, who is standing in her avatar body proudly at 8'3 tall. Easily over towering lo'ak. He refuses to admit it but it was clear to see that his pride was hurt. In his lover's human body, she stood at 6'5, which makes her taller than any other human.

Her human height wasn't a problem, lo'ak was still taller than her, and enjoy her being smaller. But now he secretly hates his girlfriend having a na'vi body. She quickly earned the name Tsawl.

Norm suspected the height genes must have been so strong it carried to her avatar. Now her height wasn't abnormal, but she was 14, and was the height of a fully grown female na'vi. Young na'vi around her age would be in the height between kiri and lo'ak. So, it was a surprise for everyone.

So while lo'ak sulked and groaned, Tsawl was happy, not just because she gets to fully experience the world of Pandora, but to enjoy her teasing of lo'ak. While she would giving him loving pet names, one became a reoccurring name, pup. Lo'ak doesn't enjoy the name but doesn't stop his lover from calling him that.

What hurts lo'ak's pride the most is just how EASY his girlfriend can pick him up! "its like holding spider!" she would say. His siblings would take the joy from all the teasing, and to add more salt to the wound, Tsawl would pick him up and SPIN HIM AROUND LIKE SOME BABY!!

Not only did his parent see that, but the entire village saw it. Lo'ak had enough and left to mellow in his own thoughts. Tsawl did regret what she did and would find him to apologize.

"I'm sorry I did that lo'ak...I got too caught up in the fun to not realize your feelings" she said sincerely. Lo'ak understood but explained how it did stab his pride. So after forgiving, would things shift a bit. Just a bit.

Tsawl would make it clear that ONLY SHE can call lo'ak "pup" and no one else. If they do, they get their ass, human or na'vi she doesn't care. And as time went on, lo'ak got used to the height thing, and would even come to secretly enjoy being embraced by his lover and not the other way around.

One thing lo'ak would chose to die rather than admit, is that he likes being the little spoon a bit too much. Tsawl might have the idea but wont say anything as means to preserve her man's pride.

Neteyam and spider still tease about the height thing but if falls on deaf's ears now.

Tsawl = big in size

pup = small in size

And that is it for this one! was short but sweet! until next time!

[crusty-chronicles]

hii! i really love your airhead s/o series!! especially that ging one, perhaps can you make a part 2 of airhead s/o x ging? i really love it😭😭

You know what, why the hell not. There simply isn't enough of this stinky man out there and I truly do love him. He's cute in the feral rat kinda way 🥺

BONUS AIRHEADED S/O HEADCANNONS: Ging part 2

Like a thorn in his side, you simply won't leave

He doesn't recall how exactly he met you, but he does remember what he said that started all this.

"Keep up with me if you can."

And keep up you did. A little too well. And now he was stuck with you.

Buys plastic plates and Styrofoam cups because you can't break them.

Seriously, every good dish he had is shattered in the trash somewhere.

No plastic spoons or forks though

He tried that once and you had broken them, unawares that the extra crunch to your cereal was plastic

Is amazed and a little curious to find out you set the sink on fire.

Like honsetly, what the fuck???? Should he be impressed or scared.

Ging is a lazy stinky man

He has you in one of those backpacks with leashes when you go out in crowded places.

Cannot be bothered to go looking for you, so the next best thing is to leash you so you don't wander far.

You'll see something you think is cool and rush off, only to be stopped by a small tug pulling you back.

"Can you focus for one second?"

And for the first time he actually looks the part of a parent as he tugs you back towards him.

"Quit running around, pup."

God forbid the leash is detachable and you find out how to get free

"Yes, I need some help. My idiot got loose and I can't find them."

"Sir this is a Mcdonalds."

The one thing he made sure to tell Gon atop the Great tree, was to make sure he found somebody who always kept him on his toes.

"Why?"

"Life is better when the person you're with makes it interesting." Completely unaware you were only a few branches down listening.

Panics when you leave for hunter business because of that one time.

"Pick up your phone, idiot!!!! Damnit! How many times have I told you not to go by yourself!"

Waits for you like an upset parent that just caught their kid sneaking back in

Arms crossed, sitting on your sofa style

Waiting impatiently as you bump into the vase by the door after breaking the lock to get in.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

And you stare up at him with puppy eyes holding out a small box.

"I got you a souvenir." 🥺

And it's most likely broken but he appreciates it anyways.

All great hunters are liked by animals.

You get adopted by nearly all the apex predators you come across

And Ging is distressed because 'That is a fucking lion, Y/n. You can't just cuddle it.'

He tries to take you away from it, only for whatever creature had you hostage to growl at him.

Then it continues licking you and eventually whines when you get up to follow a very perplexed Ging.

(He secretly thinks it's cool)

Ging knows you're stupid, but that you're not an idiot

He knows you get lost on missions frequently and for the life of you can't not break something for five seconds.

But he also knows that you can tell when people are lying and being disingenuous

You hate Pariston for a reason

That and he lied to you once about something which resulted in you refusing to talk to him for weeks

He totally didn't care

Totally didn't try to send you a message only to see you'd blocked his number (how you accomplished that, he'd never know)

Totally didn't ask Kite to check up on you and make sure you hadn't died or something

What him? Never

And he also totally didn't swing by your apartment to leave a box of your favorite snacks on your doorstep

Couldn't be him 🙄🙄🙄

Yeah, he never tried to lie to you after that.

He refuses to baby you, but if someone makes fun of you for not being able to do something, he's kicking their ass

Makes you teach Gon some of your nen tricks

Just because he knows you're capable enough to do so

You're not a two star hunter for nothing.

Plus it means you two get to bond. Which is something he'd deny to his grave

Him, wanting his partner and son to be close???

You're delusional, he doesn't care 🙄🙄🙄

Yes he does and what he lied to you about was having a kid in the first place.

He just knew you'd spill the secret on his whereabouts is all

Gon thinks you are the coolest person he's met so far.

Alluka, who can grant wishes? She's cool

You, who took him fishing and caught an alligator by wrestling it????

You're his idol 🤩🤩🤩

And Ging is so damn proud because the next day his son brought home this huge sea monster he caught with your help.

"Why wouldn't I settle for a capable partner," is the biggest compliment he'll give.

He is a man child who fights for your attention with anybody. Not even poor little Gon is safe 😞

The barista's hand brushed against yours while handing you a drink?

Ging is dragging you out by your hand, glaring behind at the confused worker.

You're catching up with an old friend?

Okay, but they're clearly not that interesting if you ditched them for him. So quit wasting time and follow him to this cool thing he just found.

Gon wants you to teach him and his friend a new ability?

It's a family event now

Physically cannot say he loves you

He's just not used to it

And he can't even hint to it through romantic gestures because you don't understand subtlety

But, he's more physical with you than with most people

You get to jostle him around in your excitement and pull him everywhere you go

Doesn't mean he won't complain about it

He just won't push you off

"That's enough, pup. You'll make me dizzy."

"But I haven't seen you in a while, don't be all mean."

And he regrettably lets you keep your arms tight around him

You can't read maps and he's so surprised you accomplish anything that requires travel

Showers

He showers with you or he doesn't at all

He just wants to make sure you don't fall in there okay. 🙄You already trip on dry land, so imagine the wet tile.

It's because he likes the way you're so gentle when you wash his scalp. And because you always have the best scented soaps.

Kissed you one time and collapsed from embarrassment

Like a real kiss, not the little forehead ones he gives when you've been good.

Red in the face and unable to look at you properly

All because he said he stole your favorite sweet and taunted you for it.

You'd tackled him down and kissed him, swiping your tongue on his lips.

And he was 😳😳😳

And when you pulled away with a triumphant smile on your face, he actually did faint.

You were so confused because he didn't taste like your candy??? Did he lie to you again???

Gets flustered if Gon asks him when he's gonna marry you.

Like c'mon kid, don't say things like that!!! They're literally right there!

(Doesn't want to marry you because he couldn't take it if you decided you couldn't stand him after all. But he also really does because you keep his life interesting)

"I want what I can't have."

Didn't know he wanted an idiot until trying and failing so many times to get you to see he actually does care

MASTERLIST

[angelbaby-fics]

Chosen Family

Pairing: CG!Ransom x Little!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mean family members and a canon referencing curse word!

A/N: Ahh the Ransom feels continue.... I saw Glass Onion recently and I absolutely loved it, but it sure made me miss Chris 😅 so of course I've been revisiting Knives Out now 💕 This is kind of based on a true story with my own family, only I wish I had protective Ransom to come rescue me 🥺😣 so even if that didn't happen in real life, I can just write it instead 💕💕 enjoy!!

The tires of Ransom’s car threw gravel across the driveway as he peeled in, coming to a stop directly in front of the house. He didn’t want to be here a second longer than absolutely necessary, and this was the easiest way for a quick getaway. You’d fallen asleep in the backseat on the drive over, the rain on the windows and the winding forest roads lulling you to dreamland. Ransom grabbed your backpack out of the passenger seat and got out of the car. He circled around to your door and opened it, noticing you wince as you felt a blast of cold outdoor air enter the heated car. He undid your seatbelt and lifted you out of the car and into his arms, while you buried your head in his sweater clad shoulder, desperately clinging onto your nap.

“I know, I know, doll. We just have to make an appearance and then we can go home and cuddle by the fire, you like that?” Ransom said softly in your ear, petting your head against his chest. “You wanna walk by yourself, baby?”

“Mmm…” You mumbled, which Ransom knew meant no. You’d been more little this week, more often. The dreary weather and stress of the holiday season, the fact that the sun was gone by 4pm, all this had you falling deeper and deeper into headspace as winter settled over Massachusetts. Not that Ransom minded at all, but you’d never been so little at one of his family’s big gatherings, and he was anxious to see how this day would play out. 

“Aww, come on, baby, I know you can do it.” He said, attempting to lower you to the ground, but your legs latched around his torso. Just then, Harlan’s dogs came bolting from across the yard. Ransom backed up against the car, trying to shoo the dogs away, not wanting to get dirty paw prints and slobber on his clothes. They growled at him, sensing his rigid energy, before you unclenched your fist from Ransom’s sweater and reached a little hand down to give the nearest pup a pat on the head.“Hello good doggy.” You said quietly with a smile, wriggling out of Ransom’s grasp to better play with the dogs. 

“So you won’t walk for daddy, but you will for a doggy, huh?” Ransom laughed, patting your head as your affection subdued the dogs. They happily trotted alongside you as you approached the big house, and Ransom grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze before you walked in. “Well, nice of you to finally join us.” A scathing voice floated through the foyer. 

You shifted behind Ransom, slightly shielding yourself from the judgment of his family. You knew they didn’t like him, and by extension, that meant they didn’t like you. Usually you were big enough to hold your own against them, or to stay home alone when you weren’t feeling up to it, but you’d been inseparable from Ransom lately, and when you were still regressed the day of the Thrombey’s annual holiday dinner, he brainstormed all the ways to get you through the event with as little incident as possible. That’s when Ransom shrugged your backpack off his shoulder and handed it to you.“Here you go, angel,” he whispered, “go run upstairs and play with your toys until it's time to go, alright?”

You nodded, taking the bag and running up the staircase to an empty room where you knew you wouldn’t be disturbed, leaving Ransom to face the brunt of his family on his own. As much as he hated having to spend an afternoon with them, he’d do it a million afternoons if it meant you could be spared. 

You dumped the contents of your backpack onto the rug, scanning your eyes over them before reaching for your iPad. You didn’t get much screentime when you were little, Ransom preferring to have you spend quality time with him, so you were delighted to see he’d packed your tablet for you, allowing for a rare opportunity to rot your brain on mobile apps all afternoon. Your favorite game was still on the loading screen when you heard a voice carry out in the hallway. 

“So bizarre… like his little pet.” You heard someone say.

“Honestly, if I were Ransom I’d be so annoyed.” Another one chimed in.

And you felt it. The words hit your core like a bomb, wiping out any bit of confidence and joy you had in your headspace. You knew they probably talked about you and your relationship with Ransom, your big self knew that kind of gossip was inevitable, but you’d never heard it for yourself, especially in such a sensitive state. The words cut through you like icicles, freezing your blood and your body in place.

Annoying. 

Bizarre. 

Little pet.

Was this true? Were you annoying to Ransom, following him around everywhere, relentlessly clinging to his side? Was that why he’d sent you up here all by yourself, to get rid of you for at least an afternoon of relief? The faces of the colorful characters on your favorite app blurred through your tears as these thoughts swirled around your head. You wished you’d never heard them at all. 

Someone else had heard them too.

Ransom had been stomping his way up the steps, already wanting to leave the gathering after just a few agonizing minutes with his mother, when he heard his cousin’s voice from a nearby room, and then his name. He heard the nasty things they said about you and prayed to anyone listening that you weren’t within earshot. As soon as he found you, still sitting frozen on the carpet with tears streaming down your face, he knew that prayer hadn’t been heard. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ransom muttered, coming towards you with open arms, but you pushed him away. “No, it's okay, I just want to go home.” You whispered, shoving all your belongings back into your backpack.

“Absolutely, honey, I was just about to say the same thing.” Ransom replied, taking the backpack from you and slinging it over his shoulder. “I could’ve carried that.” You spat, hurrying past him out the door and down the hallway towards the stairs. Ransom sped up to match your stride, wanting more than anything else in the world to get both you and him out of that house as soon as possible. You pushed open the front door, Ransom yelling an emotionless “goodbye” to the rest of the family before slamming it behind him. He reached towards the back seat door to open it for you, but you were already getting settled in the front, pulling your seatbelt across your chest. Ransom got in the driver’s seat, zooming out of the driveway just as hastily as he’d arrived. The two of you remained silent throughout the journey home. You stared out the window with a head full of overwhelming thoughts until finally they got too much and spilled out.

“Am I annoying?” You whispered as the Beemer pulled into yours and Ransom’s driveway.

“Not in a million years, angel.” Ransom answered, confidently and quickly, with all his heart.

“But I heard Joni say… I’m like a pet. And Meg said you’re annoyed by it. Your family hates me.”

“Baby ignore them. They’re idiots and they can all eat shit.” He said with a grin that he hoped you’d return, but once again he was out of luck.

“But… but they’re your family!” You sniffled, finally turning to look at him. . “Not anymore, not after tonight. I don’t associate with people who can’t respect my little angel. You’re the only family I need, babydoll.”

The tiniest hint of a smile ghosted your face when you heard your favorite pet name. Ransom hooked a finger under your chin, lifting your face slightly so he could see it better, and gave you a soft, sweet kiss on your lips. “You are too, daddy.”

“There’s my baby. Now to make up for today, I think someone deserves lots and lots of cuddles!”

[kei-gf]

werewolf!K x fem human!reader smut headcanons

warnings: minor dni, breed kink, do tell me if i missed any warning

read at your own risk, darling!

first of all, sweet guy and very into worshipping you in the sheets

i mean he's WILD, but sweet

hold your hands

unless it's mating season!

rough team will be excited to hear this y'all challengers

let's say werewolf mating season is between January - March depend on where they live

worshipping does not exist anymore, degrading it is!

dirty talk 100%

"gonna fill you with my pups, darling" before he cum inside you hello

and WHAT IF you're on your mating season too huh? the premenstrual horny ass syndrome?

Kei is not going to rest anytime soon

and so are you

stamina unlimited

y'all won't stop from dusk till dawn

is rougher than usual

do we need to talk about how big he is or—

don't you say something like "fill me up please" or "i am craving for you" or "breed me with you pups"

unless you want him to destroy you

preferences on your hands

he was trying to be respectful here but those words from your mouth would erase the thought immediately

i don't blame you if you prefer the hardrock way though

cause same

he loves it too because rough and intense are the only word in his heat dictionary

intimate or rough?

yes.

would make you stare directly to his eyes and if you look away?

you can't!

he will find ways to make you stare into his eyes

ugh i hate him

yeah, freaking intimate stares WHILE he's pounding to your pussy like there is no tomorrow

good luck surviving this wolf boy

cuddly during aftercare

it's like two different person

5 seconds ago he degrades and cum inside you and now he's cuddly as fuck like a big baby??

"are you tired, love?🥺"

"how many pups do you want, baby?🥺"

sir you said something that belongs to the underworld earlier, why act cute now

overall i'll give him 10/10

[fuckmymunson]

Hi love! How are you?? 📸 Anon here. Could please write a blurb on comfort where reader is on their period and they're being moody. I don't really get cramps on my period, I just get a lot moody and snap at people. So I get scared that I'll end sweet and scared relationships I've build over the years with someone I'm really comfortable with. Idk if it makes sense, but I'd really like it if you write it, I going trough stuff rn 🥺Love, -📸

a/n: Hello my love! I'm a lil' tired but nothing a comfort movie and blankets can't fix<3. Of course love! whatever u want<3. I hope you feel better now, I'm sending u lots of hugs and forehead kisses. I got a little Sirius biased at the end... Just cuz I know u love him sm<3

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"Pup, are you in there?" The sudden knock on the bathroom cubicle makes you jolt.

"Y—Yeah, give me a second." You reply sliding your hands over your quidditch uniform, feeling uncomfortable with the makeshift pad with toilet paper. It was no use, there was no way you could go back to the field like that.

"Are you hurt?" Sirius sounds worried, as he leans his shoulder in the bathroom door. "I know James can go overboard sometimes with practice. If you want I can tell him—."

"Is fine!' You snap, impulsively. "I promise, Sirius, I'm fine." The words were slightly harsher than intended, and you instantly regret talking to one of your boyfriends that way. "Shit—, I'm sorry." You open the cubicle door just to find yourself alone in the girl's bathroom.

"Great, now he's mad at me." You rub your face annoyed. Looking at your reflection, you raise your middle finger to yourself. "Can't believe I got my damn period while flying, fuck."

The walk back to your dorm was uncomfortable as hell, the headache of the physical exhaustion of James's long-ass practices and having to dodge Sirius's lethal bludgers were making your arms and legs hurt, plus, the constant anxiety of staining your uniform was so stressful. Inside the common room, you see Remus and Lily chatting about the last prefect meeting, who greet you with a small smile and a wave. Remus, the sweet boyfriend he is excuses himself to walk towards you.

"How was practice, love?" He kisses your forehead and you try your best to smile.

"Great, I'm just tired, m'gonna go take a shower." Remus frowns at your lack of excitement, you adored quidditch practice with James and Sirius, who speaking of...

"Where are the other two?" Remus's hand cups your face, noticing your bad mood. "Something happened? Was James too brusque again? I already told him to take it easy, is just practice. Or Sirius was bothering you again?"

You loved how they took care of you, how attentive and thoughtful your boyfriends could be, but the hormones, the headache, the 4 hours of sleep you had last night... "Remus I'm fine, I'm not made of glass, you know?" Ugh, the disgusting sensation of your body literally throwing up blood made you shiver. "Just because I'm not as good as James is flying, or I'm not as strong as Sirius, I—."

"There she is." Speaking of the devil. Storming into the common room, James and Sirius finally reach you, James is holding your broom and his, and Sirius is holding his and a small plastic bag. "When I returned to the bathroom you weren't there, pup. I asked Marlene and she said you walked back to the common room."

"How are you feeling?" James is quick to hold your hand, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "Do you need anything? we brought you chocolate. We know it makes you feel better."

"How did you?—" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. "How?"

"Darling, every time it happens, you get all moody and is obvious that you're easily annoyed." Sirius chuckled. "I kind of figured it out when you snapped at me, but I did the math and it makes sense, you know."

"So that's why you almost scream at me?" Remus teases you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I didn't scream at you." The pout you give him only makes him laugh. "I'm sorry, I know this is no excuse for my bad mood, but it's really fucking uncomfortable when I'm flying. "

"Don't worry, pretty girl." James joins the hug, kissing your nose lovingly. "Let us know for the next time, and if you don't want to go to practice, is fine."

"Why don't you tell me is fine to skip practice?" Sirius glares at James, stabbing him with his grey eyes.

"Because you're not a pretty girl, you just look like one."

After a shower, you're now comfortably laying under the covers of Sirius's bed, biting on a piece of dark chocolate. Sirius kisses your forehead, loving how cute you look right now, hair damp and sticking to the sides of your face, wearing his shirt and your legs crossed with his. "feeling better, pup?" He asks, this time kissing your lips, tasting the chocolate.

"Much better." You smile, snuggling into his arms.

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smooch<3

[lnfours]

A blurb about y/n surprising tom a bouquet of flower for Valentine’s day 🥺 I MEAN ITS LITERALLY GOALS !🥺

STOPPPPPPPPPPP i wanna get him flowers and ask him to be my valentine 😞

send me tom asks !

you had seen on social media that all girlfriends wanted their boyfriends to ask them to be their valentine, even though they were already together and it was clear that they were going to be each other’s valentines anyway.

but the gesture was cute, it’s still nice to be asked to be someone’s valentine.

tom had been so busy with work and filming, most days he forgot that it was already the new year. you knew he didn’t realize valentine’s day was coming up, which was alright. it just meant you got to do a role reverse and ask him to be your valentine instead of the other way around.

you had run errands earlier in the morning, stopping at the grocery store to pick up a list of things you needed around the house when the idea dawned on you. you glanced over at the flower section, smiling at the pretty red and pink rose bouquet. you even stopped to grab a card and few of his favorite candy and a pack of beer, your excitement boiling because you hardly ever got to surprise him with something.

he was in the living room when you got home, reading over some lines on his ipad as he was leaving for a new movie in the next month. he was sent the script and got the role last minute, which meant he didn’t have as much time to prepare as he would’ve liked.

“you need anything, baby?” you asked from the kitchen, putting the items away as you kept the flowers hidden in the reusable bag. he shook his head from the couch.

“not unless you can come up with an idea on how i can memorize these lines in 3 weeks.”

you frowned from afar, knowing he already struggles due to his dyslexia and now with the added pressure of having to know what he’s supposed to say in less than a month, you couldn’t be much more help then what you were doing right now, “i wish i could be more help.”

he leaned down and pet tessa on her head as she slept on his lap, “‘s alright, i’ll figure something out.”

you got the flowers out of the bag and grabbed all the candy and displayed it on the counter, writing in the card and sealing it up before writing on the white envelope in the neatest, prettiest handwriting you could conjure.

tommy

you quietly made your way into the living room, coming up to him behind the couch as you covered his eyes with your hands. he let out a chuckle, putting the ipad down on the other side of the couch, making sure not to disturb the pup on his right.

“what’re you plotting?”

you hummed, “mm, nothin’. just come to the kitchen with me.”

you knew he was playfully rolling his eyes underneath your hands, smirking as he gently moved tessa so she could go back to sleep. with your hands still covering his eyes, he let you guide him into the kitchen.

“are your eyes closed under there?”

“mhm,” he hummed, “the darkness is quite nice, actually. if i was standing i could fall asleep.”

“okay, i’m gonna move my hands but you have to keep your eyes closed, okay?”

he hummed back again and you moved your hands, smiling as he stood in front of you with closed eyes. you grabbed the flowers off the counter, holding them in your hands.

“okay, you can open them.”

he blinked, eyes adjusting to the light and he smiled, pulling you into his body by your waist, “what’s all this?”

you leaned up, smiling at him as your eyes met, “well, i figured i’d ask you to be my valentine.”

his face dropped slightly, “oh my god, i didn’t realize it was valentine’s day. fuck, darling, i’m sorry-“

you shook your head, cutting him off, “no, no, i wanted to do this. i wanted to have the chance to ask you to be my valentine for once. plus, you’re busy, i get it. really, i’m not mad.”

he looked at you with a small smile, “sure you’re not upset?”

you shook your head, “i don’t need you to participate in a stupid holiday that promotes the sales of chocolates, cards and flowers for me to know how much you love me. you tell me everyday, you show me everyday. i figured it’d just be fun to surprise you with all your favorites, because i love you.”

he smiled wide down at you, taking the flowers from your hands before pulling you into his body again, this time closer and tighter as he kissed your forehead.

“i love you, thank you.”

“of course, i love you, too, tommy.”

he leaned down and kissed your lips sweetly, gasping after breaking apart. you looked at him confused as he reached behind you and grabbed the packet of gummy bears.

“you got me gummy bears!”

you laughed, shaking your head as he opened the package. he offered the open end of the package to you, which made you giggle and take a gummy out and pop it into your mouth. he smiled, throwing down the gummy bears before picking you up off your feet and throwing you over his shoulder.

you laughed loudly, “what’re you doing?”

“treating you right for valentine’s day.” he said, making his way down the hall and to the bedroom.

“what about your script?” you giggled, squeezing the top of his buttcheek as he laughed.

“i can use a distraction,” he smiled as he placed you down on the bed, “especially if it’s you.”

[sylvies-chen]

I was too enraptured by this season premiere to liveblog or anything but bear with me here for some

SUCCESSION 4.01 THOUGHTS:

say what you will about how stupid greg is (because his stupidity truly peaked in this episode) but his diss at logan about his kids slipped off his tongue so fast like MANS WAS SO OUT OF POCKET I LOVE HIM LOL

oh and we can all agree that tom purposely leaked the pierce info to shiv right?? like I felt that as his tiny piece offering which obviously isn’t enough but he’s not as stupid as people think that call was so staged to me

yeah, this deal with pierce is one of those “they won the battle but will still lose the war” kind of situations isn’t it… like no way ken and rome and shiv are out of the woodworks yet

love these siblings though and the way they’re really supporting each other, showing concern, being respectful, and even the physical touches of affection… yeah SOMEONE SEDATE ME best siblings ever 😭

tom jealous greg is making a fool of himself with someone other than him iktr!! husbands!!

logan better pray there isn’t an afterlife tbh because old man your ass is going straight to the flames if there is holy fuck

it’s so sad that i do genuinely think he misses his kids though like in that super fucked up way

roman saying kendall wants to fuck over logan and shiv wants to fuck over tom but he doesn’t want to fuck over anybody when MY GUY GERRI HURT YOU TOO??? I’m glad he doesn’t hold any animosity towards her though

on that note, roman being the most stable of the three siblings right now feels like I’ve stumbled into a different dimension but honestly I’m so happy about it, that’s my little sicko pup 🥺

speaking of dogs, the true victim of this episode was mondale because HOW LONG HAVE TOM AND SHIV BEEN KEEPING HIM IN THE TINIEST FUCKING DOG PEN he is the real child of divorce

THAT LAST SCENE. holy……. truly fascinating how tom and shiv only truly love each other when they’re on the verge of losing each other. so many layers to all of that

(I’m also totally clocking the comment about the disgusting brothers thing and tom saying he just gets drinks with greg sometimes as shiv being jealous and RIGHTLY SO lol)

I’m so excited for next week’s episode too— WE GET KENSTEWY GOODNESS???

anyways, lmk your thoughts!!

[bwoahtastic]

Trophy wife screams Charles and his in love with work husband Max! who keeps travelling and has even missed the birth of one of his kid because the flight was late and Charles had to go through that alone. Max just never seems to care about him. Charles is grateful that he at least an affectionate father and brings gifts for the kids from whichever city he travels to. Charles is the topic of gossip for all the other wives in the area. Charles thinks Max is having an affair and has had enough.

Oh plsss!

Max being so emotionally constipated and he does love Charles, loves him dearly, but after seeing his father be so bad to Omegas, Max thinks Charles is safer if Max is away. He throws himself into his work because its easier thst way, he doesn't have to think about how much he misses Charles.

Pls poor Charles being all alone in the hospital to give birth to their little pup and he is so confused! Max missing his flight and he feels horrible but doesn't know how to apologise so instead doesn't say much at all, helping Charles quietly with the pup and just hoping it shows through his actions how much he loves Charles and how sorry he is!

Pls they just have such different love languages! Max will show his love through acts and gifts while Charles needs to talk about it and have physical contact 😭

Max being such a sweet papa tho so thst calms Charles slightly, but he feels so alone still and is the talk of the town!

Max coming home one day and Charles and the pup are gone, moved back to Charles's family home without telling Max and the divorce papers are on the dining table. Pls Max crying his little heart out because he can't be losing his Charles! Charles feeling the intense pain snd sorrow through their bond, which had always been so quiet, and he is so confused! Against his family's wishes, he goes back home, needing to at least talk to Max about the divorce and have him see their pup because they are both parents! And he finds Max sitting in their bedroom, holding an old sweater from Charles and looking so frail, so unlike the rather stern looking alpha Charles married!

Charles worriedly getting him some water and food and letting Max hold their little toddler and Max just keeps rasping thst he is sorry and doesn't deserve Charles and thst he will try harder, help out more, bring Charles gifts, and Charles realises his husband loves him after all, just struggled to show it🥺🥺 it doesn't make everything right again immediately, but they have something they can work on, and Max even agrees to therapy and couples counseling cos he would do anything for Charles!