#they're too small and short and since I am not at home I don't have my toys and my friend will come soon and just......I'm so desperate

[auroralotus]

It's one of those days where I'm craving to get filled. Just feeling a thick cock/strap slowly push into my needy pussy, stretching my walls so nicely. Pushing in and out, in and out, over and over again, in a steady rhythm, not allowing me to think while I can't hold back my whines, sinking into to feeling so easily.

[domain-expand-me]

My work amount has finally lessened, so here I am.

Imagine being MILF/DILF and the different sorcerers and curses are obsessed with you.

Aged up characters, reader is in their 40s, because when I say milf/dilf, I mean it.

This is more of an introduction, let me know if you want something more about a specific character.

Imagine living in a small house you got for cheap, and on accident near the Jujutsu campus. You aren't a curse user, but you respect the spirits because you grew up with a superstitious parent or grandparent. And because you're hot and have a nice personality, the curses tend to leave you alone.

Maybe they just end up hanging around your place, because who wouldn't wanna stick around to watch a hot milf/dilf walking around in nothing but a pair of shorts and a too tight t-shirt.

After moving into your home, cursed energy started getting concentrated around your home, much to the worry of the sorcerers at the campus. They might assume you are an illegal curse user or somehow summoning curses. Imagine their surprise when Gojo and Nanami pull up to see curses clustered around the window, being peeping toms.

The curses are easy to get rid of, as it's nothing too extreme. Gojo being Gojo would want to see what they were so distracted by, and he almost ends up pulling his blindfold up to get a good look, because there you are. Walking around your home in a pair of way too small shorts and what was probably once a band t-shirt. It's so washed out that the print is gone, and the fabric is way too thin.

Nanami would grumble and be annoyed about Gojo being a creep, until he meets you too one day when you are bringing groceries in. Being the gentleman he is, he helps you carry it all inside, and he can't explain why he gets so red afterwards after you squeezed his bicep and complimented his muscles.

You don't really understand why these two handsome younger men, because they are much younger than you, keep hanging around your place. In your own eyes you don't think you are too attractive, if at all, maybe you're divorced, or you lost your last spouse somehow. Your kids are all grown up and out doing their own thing. You aren't as fit as you once were, having kids does that to a person.

If you're a dilf, maybe you have the blessed dad strength and dad bod, maybe you've worked a physically taxing job for most of your life, so now your body is worn down enough that you have to do something else. The muscle still lays there though, under the layer of chub on top.

If you're a milf, you would have given birth to your kids once upon a time, and the baby weight never truly went away. The stretch marks and other signs of age are one of the things you feel insecure about, but little do you know, it only makes you more attractive in the eyes of your admirers.

That is to say, in your own eyes, you aren't a catch. So you don't understand why Nanami shows up on your specified shopping days or gardening days, or why Gojo shows up almost begging for your attention. You end up just assuming they are being nice, and since your kids don't visit you much anymore, you let them(mainly Gojo) invade your home.

Imagine meeting their students, most likely a result of Gojo dragging them along. They're younger than your own kids, so you can't help but find yourself caring about them. When Yuji starts stuttering and sputtering when you hug him, or when Megumi goes bright red when you place a hand on his forehead to check it he has a cold, you fear you may have overstepped your boundaries.

In reality it's because when you hug Yuji, your breasts/pecs press up against him, especially if you are somehow taller than him and he ends up with his face in-between your chest. For Megumi it's because when you lean down, the collar of your shirt has a tendency of sliding down, showing off more cleavage than you realize.

When Todo gets dragged along you assume he's just another friendly young man, as he's going out of his way to be so helpful. You don't notice the way the other students glare when Todo shows you how to stretch your shoulders and legs because your muscles have been acting up.

If it's when Yuji still had Sukuna sealed inside him, poor Yuji won't hear the end of it. Sukuna would be saying the most lewd things about you, claiming you are teasing them on purpose with the clothes you wear or how you act. Yuji's had to grip his own wrist when Sukun tried to take over to grope you when you were bent over grabbing something.

If you end up meeting Choso, you immediately find yourself caring for him. He barely has to be introduced before you pull him inside, place him on your couch, wrap him in a blanket and bring him snacks. He just looks so sad and like he needs to be loved on. He wouldn't completely understand the deep attraction he has for you in the beginning, and it's only after he gets help from others that he understands. They all just sigh and pat him on the back all "welcome to the club brother"

I could go on, but this is already long.

[girlgenius1111]

what if all i need is you?

alexia needs to relax. you can think of a way to make it happen.

18+ smut

Sat atop your girlfriend, you slowly worked the massage oils into her back, pressing hard in hopes of relieving some of the tension that ailed her. Alexia was rigid under you, the weight of the long week she'd had visible in the way she held herself. You'd both gotten home from training and you'd all put pushed Alexia onto the bed, stripping off her shirt and bra as you did so. She objected, arguing that you were tired to, but you ignored her, knowing she needed to relax. Even her ponytail looked too tight, and you tugged it out, softly massaging her scalp with your fingers.

You focused your hands on the back of her neck, using the pads of your fingers to work out the knots. It seemed like every time you got rid of one, though, she tightened right back up. You could practically hear her thinking under you, her eyes wide open, staring off at the wall, deep in thought.

"Alexia, you need to relax," you tell her, keeping your voice quiet.

"I am relaxed," she grumbles, and you roll your eyes.

"I feel like I'm massaging a piece of concrete, love, you aren't relaxing. Take a breath, drop your shoulders, close your eyes, and just focus on on the feeling of my hands on you," you instruct, nails now just scratching lightly up and down her back. You can tell she tries, watching as her muscles loosen for a minute, and then they're tensing up again, as Alexia lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Ale," you say reproachfully.

"I am trying, hermosa, but my brain will not stop," Alexia whines. Her tone of voice gives you a thought. It had been a few weeks since Alexia had asked you to take control. That had been rather rough sex, which you knew she needed. What she needed now, however, was for every thought to be pushed from her mind, to be taken care of.

"Roll over," you instruct, climbing off her so she has space. Alexia rolls onto her back, her cheek red from where it was pressed into the duvet.

"Are we done?" Alexia asks, sounding surprisingly disappointed for someone who you had to wrestle onto the bed.

"No. I'm gonna work on your legs." Your girlfriend raises her eyebrows at this, but relents when you push her chest back into the bed.

"Can I have my shirt back then?"

"No. I enjoy the view." you tease, and Alexia blushes slightly. "Close your eyes." They eyes flutter shut, and you smile to yourself, plan in place. You begin with her knees, starting with her good one, before moving your hands over to her bad knee, working gently at the muscles there. Alexia shifts under you, sighing slightly, and you know she's started to relax, just a little.

She's wearing shorts, so there isn't really anything in the way of you massaging her thighs, but still, you push them up until they are covering very little. You work each hand slowly up her thighs. As you get higher, Alexia moves more under you, shifting slightly every few seconds. You can tell that your movements are working and you trail your hands higher, until your fingertips are skating along her upper thigh, touch featherlight.

"Amor," Alexia says warningly.

"What? I'm just helping you relax," you say innocently, giving her a smirk when you opens her eyes too look down at you.

"That is not fair, bebita," Alexia argues, referencing that morning when you had gotten her off in the shower, but run out of time for her to return the favor.

"I don't care about fair, I care about making you feel good, it makes me feel good." You tell her, gripping the waistband of her shorts with your fingers, waiting for her to nod at you, before tugging them off. There's a small wet patch on her underwear, and you smile somewhat triumphantly, knowing you've gotten to her.

Alexia is looking up at you with an expression you only kind of recognize. It's the way she was looking at you a few weeks ago, her need for you clear on her face.

"Are you wet for me, baby?" you ask, reaching a hand up to trace over her lips. She nods shyly, and your breath catches as she opens parts her lips, taking your index finger into her mouth, running her tongue over it. "You want me to make you feel good?" Again, Alexia nods. You allow her to continue sucking on your finger, bringer your other hand to tease lightly over her panties. Alexia lets out a huff of hair, and you pull your finger out of her mouth.

"Please don't tease me," she asks.

"Hmm" you say, pretending to consider. "Since you asked so nicely." You tug her panties off her legs, and then, despite your words, you climb off your girlfriend, reaching over to the bedside drawer. You feel Alexia watching you, and you turn back to her.

"You're supposed to be relaxing," you tell her, allowing a touch of dominance to slip into your voice. Alexia slams her eyes shut, resting her head back down on the bed. You grab what you're looking for out of the drawer, and return to straddling her thighs. She's clearly fighting to keep her eyes closed. You nudge her legs apart, and she lets her knees fall open easily, until you're sitting in between, one leg extended on each side of you.

Alexia is only alerted to what is coming when she hears the faint buzzing of the small vibrator in your hand, before it is pressed up against her.

"Oh," she whispers, clearly not expecting this. Alexia normally didn't use toys on herself, or have you use them on her. She preferred to use them on you. The sensation was not one entirely familiar to her.

"Does that feel good pretty girl?" you ask, reaching one of your hands up to tease her nipple, just as you ask the question.

"Si, tan buena," she replies, hips pressing up into the vibrator. You increase the pressure of it against her clit, and then slowly begin to rub her nipple in between your fingers. Alexia's eyes are still shut, no longer as a sign of obedience, but clearly lost in pleasure.

You've only been holding the vibrator against her for a few minutes when she moans, hands gripping the sheets.

"I'm close," she murmurs. You're surprised, as normally it took Alexia longer to come, but the use of the vibrator must have been speeding things along. At her words, you press the vibrator harder against her, increasing her pleasure. She cries out, but her head lifts off the bed, and she looks at you, pleadingly.

"Please, can I come?" she asks. You feel a rush of something, though you're not sure what, at her question.

"Yeah, baby, make a mess for me," you reply, beginning to move the vibrator in little circles around her swollen clit. Another second passes, and Alexia's hips are jumping up off the bed.

"Fuck, amor," she cries, falling over the edge. You work her through the aftershocks until she jerks away from the vibration. Clicking the vibrator off, you spread her legs even more, lightly running a finger through her wetness.

"Amor," she gasps. You think she's overstimulated, so you pull back, but her eyes fly open.

"No, I need your tongue on me," she begs, propping herself up on her elbows to look at you, settled between her legs.

"Is that how you ask for things?" you tease.

"Please cariño, tu lengua, por favor," she moans.

"Good girl," you whisper, ghosting your lips down her abdomen, hovering over her pussy. You place a light kiss there, and then another, slowly increasing the pressure of your lips on her, before you spread her open, and your tongue juts out, licking steadily at her hole.

"Ay dios mio," Alexia whines, falling back onto the bed. Enjoying the taste of her on your tongue, you slowly push it into her, feeling her clench around you. You fuck the blonde with your tongue for a bit, until she asks for more.

"Fingers, cariño, please," she pleads, and comply, moving your tongue up to focus on her clit, pressing into her achingly slowly with one digit. Alexia is tight around you, already close, and she feels the stretch as you add another finger. You flick your tongue over her clit, pressing your fingers deeper into her and curling them, delighting in the strangled moan she lets out at the feeling.

"Amor," she whimpers, reaching a hand down towards you. Using your free hand, you lace your fingers with hers, giving her something to grip onto as you work her over the edge. Alexia's moans cut off as she comes, thighs squeezing against your head, whole body convulsing. It's a rather strong orgasm for only her 2nd, and it lasts for a few seconds, before her body relaxes, collapsing back onto the bed.

Alexia is breathing heavy, but her legs release your head and you lift it up, smiling triumphantly at the sight in front of you. Alexia, reclined on the bed, blonde hair fanned out under her head, chest heaving, face and upper body flushed red. You were successful- this was the most relaxed you'd seen her in a long time. Her hand weakly tugs on yours, and you allow her to pull you up the bed, until she can turn into your body, hiding her face in your chest.

"Are you relaxed now, my love?" you whisper into her ear.

"Si," she responds, voice breathy. "Thank you. I did not know I needed that."

You run your hand lazily up and down her arm, scratching softly with your nails. "I'm glad I could help."

Alexia tries to sit up suddenly, but your arms hold her against you. "Where are you going?" you complain.

"It is your turn, amor," Alexia says, ghosting a kiss onto your lips. You shake your head though, guiding her head to rest back on you.

"I can have my turn tomorrow. You need rest."

"But cariño," Alexia grumbles.

"No. I just got you to relax. Now it's time to sleep." you tell her firmly. She settles against you, whining when you sit up, easing her off your body.

"Amor, now what," she whines.

"I'm just going to clean you up and get you pajamas," you laugh. She's frowning at you as you move into the bathroom and closet, before returning. You using a towel to gently clean up the mess she made, ignoring how the sight of her slick core sends heat into your body; tonight was about Alexia, getting her to relax. You would live. You both change into sleep shorts and t-shirts, Alexia's movements slow and fatigued.

Pulling back the covers, you both shuffle under, and Alexia is pressing herself up against you with a content sigh almost instantly.

Kissing your cheek, she teases you sleepily. "I will not forget that it is your turn tomorrow, so you should get some rest too."

"Okay Ale, whatever you want," you tell her, biting back a smile. Tomorrow would be fun. Today, though, you got to take care of the blonde how she needed, and there wasn't anything more satisfying than that.

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[snyderside]

I am not exactly sure if this classifies as an Au or headcanons since Trolls Band Together was kinda short and for the life of me I kinda hate when movies are rushed and we get the cut scenes afterward only as a storyboard(I also tend to like the concept art more than the official art)

But enough of me ranting and more into me getting into what I think/want to happen to Brozone when the band split up

(I choose to call it their solo career)

John Dory(19):

Seeing John Dory's entrance attitude and smugness truly made me think yeah this guy is definitely full of himself and in major denial about some things and what really confirmed my suspicion was when he said "I was the oldest I had no choice but to lead!"

So for his solo career, I thought maybe he did some odd job like bounty hunting, or perhaps he played hero with a small town with a small population of trolls or some other anthropomorphic species. Of course, anyone he would save or any group of bounty hunters he'd join didn't like him because he enjoyed taking control of the situation so much or bossing everyone around. He never liked being alone but he kept driving people away, so eventually he knew solitude was his best option, therefore living in Ronda alone in a forest. He did feel regret for driving his brothers away but only because he knew he was more familiar with bossing them around than some random strangers he'd just met. He kept the mindset of "Why should I feel bad when they're the ungrateful ones!" and "All I've ever done was look out for them, and I stepped up when Mom and Dad died!" after those thoughts he couldn't help but think "What are you doing John Dory?"

Spruce/Bruce(17):

I thought it would be funny if almost everyone at his little restaurant on Vacay Island or should I say Brandy's restaurant...well her dads knew who "Bruce' really was except Brandy. I like to think Bruce went to vacay island because either his therapist or himself thought he should relax more so he went on a "vacation". He chilled out, gained a little bit of weight making him lose his six-pack, and most importantly tried to win the heart of Brandy because she seemed to be the only one not falling for his charm. Brandy played a tsundere type of approach when it came to all his advances on her, but then it all came to a game of volleyball as Bruce's way of showing his dedication to her, of course some of the other players used his small stature against him and he was getting his butt handed to him. He was only able to score a single point (IDEK how volleyball works) and the way he leapt into the air had Brandy star struck, the that that was holding his hair back snapped and he used nothing but shear will power to spike the ball. I mean sure Bruce lost but did he really? He got the girl in the end so it's all that counts right?

Clay(16):

(So I don't really have much for clay because I used most of my ADHD superpowers on the other guys and there's not too much I can go on from the movie)

Now Clay just looked around for jobs, it was retail, then tried working at some corporate building but it all didn't exactly work out because none of his co-workers took him seriously. Feeling out of options Clay walked aimlessly eventually finding Viva and the Putt-putt trolls, at the time imagined them looking more post-apocalyptic and slightly barbaric and frankly chaotic, Viva needed drastic help because she was just a little kid like Clay. Clay offered to help her mainly because he has a tiny bit of OCD (Saying this because of how grumpy he looked when John Dory went off and did his own thing and him practicing and worrying before Brozone performance.) and Viva thought/thinks so highly of him and thought of him as serious which is all Clay ever wanted so he just felt at home...and may or may not have developed feelings for her in the long run. Still, hey I've already got into a Romance segment.

I'm going to leave this here and not do Floyd because I'll talk about his little solo career journey in an OC ramble. (I have no shame.)

Thanks for reading have a lovely day!

[i-yap]

Classic ask but Batboys reaction to gn s/o wearing their clothes 🤞

Yessss i love that one ive read so many but I'm gonna change it a little bit and talk a bit more about the type of clothes they prefer and what they usually wear themselves. Just a headcanon about clothes.

Its gonna be a series cuz its kind of long .

Also i may suck at writing gn I'm sorry if I offend anyone or write something stupid. Im a cis fem she /her who grew up in a very close minded family so I'm really sorry just let me know if I write anything stupid and ill edit it okay?

WARNING - there is mention of bodies like some specification on what the readers body may look like. and a little about sex

Batboys reaction to gn s/o wearing their clothes - Dick grayson edition

dick grayson

dick wears a tank top and shorts at home which make his ass look hot(it always does).

He really likes it when you wear his boxer shorts or pajama pants or sweatpants which is tied to the hips and a simple cloth bra(if you wear one or shirtless if you don't) ( they're a little different from sports bra super light and so comfortable). but he loves just seeing you in any underwear and not just for sexual reasons.

it just makes him feel warm inside thinking how comfortable you feel around him and how your not insecure about your skin showing around him. for example If you had an insecurity about your stomach but can walk around in just shorts and shirtless/bra with him, it makes him feel like he has won against those stupid negative thoughts you have .

there is a very thin layer between you guys while cuddling And dick is really really warm so this way there is not too much overheating since direct skin to skin makes it uncomftably warm. I mean if you get cold easily you are welcome to take those off. Plus don't pretend that you wont slide your hands under that tank top to feel his abs.

When walking outside , Rather than taking off his entire coat to give you, he pulls you inside his coat so that you're sharing it or giving you the coat and then pulling you into his side and since your body is therefore pressed against his, more warmth. . he also will take off his scarf and gloves and basically wrap you up in it .

If you complain and say " you'll get cold tho" he'll laugh it off and say something cheesy like " you keep my heart warm..plus babe you know just how hot I am"

He loves wrapping you up in clothes in the gotham winter. " dickie your gloves are too big for me, I don't need glovess" , "bigger gloves mean more warmth, and you'll need them in just a minute"

you did need those gloves btw.

Also he likes wearing a little something of yours. Like if you wear multiple rings , he will buy you a much more meaningful and better quality one and then you're like " ugh I feel pressured to get you something you're too nice to mee" he just takes one of those rings that you got from a roadstand when you had change to spare and be like "we're equal now"

He will wear that ring everywhere , like will not leave without it.

also gets you a nightwing logo small pendant made out of the strongest material ( so u arent scared of breaking it) or some neckpiece he has been wearing forever ( he has in some comics) and it'll be long enough to easily hide (between your breasts/pecs/chest making it a fun sex thing )And wants you to wear it forever and never take it off.

He also likes it if you wear his shirts. Like dick wears these nice classic shirts which are well fitted ( a little tight too cuz its dick) and nice beige pants. So if you can wear his shirts without them being super tight( its hot when its a little tight around the chest/boobs/pecs ) or super drowny when you go to work , he loves it.

[mystic-kitten-writer]

Update :)

It's funny how it's been such a long time since I've posted here, yet it still feels like home—hello, loves~!

It goes without saying that I owe an explanation as to why I disappeared from the face of the Earth for so long.

The last time I was able to truly connect with you was when my family and I caught Covid (great times, let me tell you) - after that, I totally disappeared, and as much as I would love to say it was for good and positive reasons, to be very blunt and straight to the point, it wasn't.

For those sensitive to the topics of illness and mental health, skip to the image of a giant cat for the good news!

Once again, as everyone knows, my whole family got COVID-19. While my Mom, Dad, and I weren't too hot, we were functioning. But my husband was really struggling. And when weeks passed, and his health started to get worse and worse, we realized that this was something more than just COVID-19.

My husband is hesitant to provide full details about what occurred, primarily because it's still a recent event and something he's currently grappling with. Still, my husband went from being a healthy, physically active person to being bedridden.

It was a really hard time for everyone because my husband is like the sun. All smiles and outgoing - to suddenly unable to eat or hold down food, needing help with showering and to be very blunt, depressed and suicidal because he lost everything due to this sickness.

Unfortunately, cancer runs in his family, and while he got tested multiple times and came back negative (yay!), he is still not out of the dark. He has done numerous surgeries in hopes of getting better (his most recent this January), and at this time, his last resort is getting a colostomy bag. He is currently undergoing some experimental treatments because doctors don't want to do the surgery based on his age.

It goes without saying why I haven't been posting and updating anything. There's been a lot going on, and I want to be on his side as much as possible.

But there is some good news!

I am mainly posting this message because he has improved greatly these past few weeks and is now in a much better physical and mental state. Seeing him get his feet back on the ground has given me the confidence to resume writing.

I have never stopped writing, but I have stopped publicly posting my writing mainly because I didn't have the time to sit down and properly edit.

My friends behind the scenes have been real stars. They have kept me going and encouraged me to keep writing.

I aim to post small works and drabbles until I feel confident enough to finish my biggest baby, Limerence.

To all those messages saying you missed Yue and Zuko, they're back - sorry, not sorry.

Thank you to everyone who has written messages to me. Trust me when I say I read them all, and I truly appreciate them. It meant a lot to get them and read them when I was not active because there were a few dark moments during my time away with everything going on, and honestly, it made me really happy. While I could never express my thanks in enough words, please know I greatly valued it.

I wanted to keep this short and sweet, but as we know, I am not known for short things (I try I swear askdjahjhksdj)😅

Thank you, and I wish everyone a fabulous day with tons of hugs and kisses.

I can't wait to write to you all soon~ ❤️

[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Buddies

"Yoooo Pete!", Tom shouted across the whole gym floor. He had just spotted his workout partner and waved.

"Hey! What's up?", Peter called back from where he was working out.

Tom walked towards him, wearing only his red gym shorts, showing off his toned body. Both of them would qualify for the dictionary entry of "jock": Both were young men in their twenties who met over their obsession with working out, drinking and picking up girls. Tom was the larger one of them both and had medium length blonde dyed hair, while Peter was half a head shorter and not quite as bulky as Tom. Still, both of them had definitely bodies that turned a lot of heads - and they knew that well.

"Are you doing anything later?", Tom asked the other jock after they had said hello with a short hug. Emphasis was on short, of course, since neither of them wanted to come across as gay.

"I don't think so," replied Peter. "Why?"

"Care for a post-workout beer?" suggested Tom.

"Sure." Peter responded, "But we will have to earn that first!"

"Yeah, let's go work out some more then," agreed Tom enthusiastically.

The workout was long and intense, with Tom and Peter spotting for each other in tandem. Back in the locker room, as Peter was waiting for Tom to finish his shower - the gym showers were pretty small and there was a mutual understanding between them that they would absolutely not shower together, that was gay shit - he spotted something on the floor under a bench. Curious, he bent down and picked it up: It was an old coin that looked like a silver dollar or maybe even a quarter.

"Nice", he said to himself and pocketed the coin, not realizing it vanished once he put it in his pocket. Tom finished his shower quickly afterwards and they both headed for Tom's apartment. It was close to the gym and a good place to enjoy a beer.

As usual, when they entered the apartment, it was sparkly clean. Both buddies were neat-freaks, and it was way easier to bring home girls that way. Peter flopped down on the designer couch and looked expectantly at Tom. "You mentioned beer?"

"Yeah, sure," Tom answered, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge door. He pulled out two bottles of cold beer and handed one bottle to Peter. "Cheers!" They clinked their bottles and took a sip.

Peter liked this kind of beer very much: It wasn't too bitter but still full of flavor. "So how are things with your new neighbor?", he made casual conversation. "The hot one", he added for not-needed clarification.

Tom smiled. "She's nice," he said, taking another swig of his beer. "Aaand really hot. Did I mention she left her door open while changing last week when I came home? She didn't seem to care if anyone saw..."

"Wow!", exclaimed Peter in disbelief. "And you're telling me you haven't fucked her yet?"

"Well, no... But I'm planning to." He took another sip of his beer before going on: "I mean, have you looked at her boobs? Just the right size!"

Peter had felt horny since they exited the gym, and his buddies graphic description didn't make things better. He tried to casually readjust himself to hide his boner. "They're nice, yeah. But what about the ass?" He asked curiously.

Tom nodded, thinking about her tight little bubble butt. "Yeah, she has a great booty. And she's got a killer rack, too."

God, Peters cock was throbbing. What was wrong? A little dirty talk didn't usually excite him so much. He reached down to his groin to readjust himself again, shivering slightly as he touched his cock through his shorts. His friends' comments made him feel strangely aroused, almost as if he would get a hardon just from looking at her.

"What is it with you today?", Tom finally asked, noticing the change in his friend's demeanor before suddenly laughing. "Are you having a boner, dude?"

"Yeah," admitted Peter, feeling embarrassed by the sudden realization of his erection. "It's your fault, talking about that hot babe."

"So, you're saying", continued Tom, laughing, "I am giving you a stiff one? No homo, man!"

Peter laughed nervously and looked away, trying to hide his hard-on. "Shut up, dude!"

But it was no use. His cock was harder than it ever was, and it was aching to be touched. He looked at Tom. They didn't have that kind of relationship, but he *needed* to touch himself now. Excusing himself to the bathroom would be even more embarrassing. So, he just fished out his leaking rod out of his shorts and mumbled "God, sorry, I hope you don't mind." as he slowly began to stroke himself.

"Dude! What the fuck!? Are you jerking off?! Do that at home!" Tom shouted, shocked by what he saw. He couldn't believe his best friend was doing that in front of him. He wanted to say more, but there was something else catching his eye: On the right arm that Peter was using to jerk his cock, he could see some hair growing in. Just a light coating, but clearly visible. Usually, Peter was well groomed, just like himself. His left arm followed suit.

"Dude! You're getting hairy!" Tom exclaimed, even though that adjective was really far from true yet. Peter looked down on the arm Tom pointed at, without stopping his slow jerking. Tom was right, this coating of hair hadn't been there before. As he looked to his legs, he could see the same thing happening there. For some perverse reason, this only served to make him even more horny. He moaned, as another spurt of precum wetted his hand.

"Dude, are you okay? Why are you fucking jerking yourself off in front of me?" Tom asked concernedly. He felt bad for his friend who seemed to be getting turned on by his own body changes. A small diamond patch of dark hair had now appeared on his friends chest and he could see small bushes of hair growing in under his armpits. That was when Tom smelled it. The manly smell of musk and sweat, coming from Peter. His armpits were damp from sweat, as this new smell only turned him on even more.

"Oh God Tom, I'm so sorry, but... I... You...", With a defeated grunt, Peter grabbed his buddies head with his right hand and forced it between his legs, and over his cock.

At first, Tom was surprised, before he tried to resist. It was no use, however. Even though Tom was supposed the stronger one of them both, Peter had his hand firmly at the back of Toms head and pressed him into his groin. Peters cock, which was slick with pre rubbed against his mouth which he kept closed at all costs.

"Come on!" Peter whined, increasing the force even more. "I need someone to suck me off here."

"I'm not..." Tom began to answer, only to recognize his mistake right after. As he opened his mouth to answer, Peters cock was pushed inside. He could taste the salty flavor of Peter's precum on it and almost gagged. He wanted to byte, but somehow didn't find the strength for it. He let out a soft involuntary moan instead as Peter's cock slipped deeper into his throat until it hit his tonsils.

Meanwhile, Peter noticed a visible trail of black hair running across his previously hairless cobblestone abs. He felt really bad basically face-fucking his workout buddy, but he just couldn't restrain himself. He *needed* to bob his bros head up and down his cock with his strong paw. As more and more hair grew in on his belly, he felt his body filling up more and more. His muscles were joined by a substantial layer of fat, giving him a burlier look by the second. At the same time, his smell intensified further, filling up Toms apartment.

Meanwhile, Tom was undergoing a change of his own. Every passing second, he felt weaker and weaker, his body visibly shrinking in on itself. It didn't help that his nostrils were simultaneously attacked by the increasingly intense stink of Peter and his large pubic bush that was growing in either. He was being used, and he hated every second of it, but found himself powerless to do anything about it.

Where Peters stink reached the apartment, it began to change, subtly at first, then increasingly fast: The designer couch became a cheap red leather sofa. In the kitchen, dirty pans and plates were piling up, a patina of dust and grime covered the surfaces. It looked like a wardrobe exploded over the room, as dirty laundry scattered over the floor, adding to the stale and stinky air with the same aroma that Peter was emitting full force now. If anything, this only served to excite him more. While his left hand went through his beard and his dense pelt of body hair, he grabbed more and more of Toms shrinking body with his right hand and pressed it into his groin, not caring that it changed into a wooly cloth like material that had seen much, much better days already. It was ripped and ragged, stained by numerous stains of various sources. Mainly, of course, cum, but also pre, sweat and even the occasional bit of piss that had leaked into Toms fabric body.

The cum rag that was once Tom was fully aware of everything happening to it. It could still taste and smell, all across its filthy fabric body, and was forced to absorb another huge load of cum that Peter shot into it, even though it was still damp from the previous one.

Panting, Peter threw the used cum rag onto a pile of clothing on the floor. He didn't care that his hairy body was crusty with dried up cum or that he stank like a cave man. Taking a shower was not a concept the new Peter needed, he was a real man after all.

If you're a fan of the theme, check out my other two sides of the same coin stories!

[aerkame]

Hi, I hope you're having a wonderful day!!!! How would Wally and the others in your Alive AU react if Reader had a coworker or friend that was romantically interested in them? Would they just get really clingy or even aggressive, especially considering they're confined inside the house?

I am! I went skating for a long while outside and got a Starscream model kit to put together later. :) (Short fic takes place in the Alive AU)

Jealous! Everyone x reader

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It started with flowers. One day out of the blue you had came home with a huge bouquet of beautiful roses. Julie was the first to ask where you got them, they were just so pretty! You told them it was from a coworker at the public library, he was really polite and gave you these roses as a gift...you were blind to say the least, not seeing it as a romantic gesture. But the romantic gift did not go unnoticed by your colorful guests.

Poppy told you she was already preparing dinner for tonight which was a relief honestly, you felt exhausted. Two pairs of arms pulled you close for a hug, recognizing them as Julie and Sally, the two hyper sunshines of your life. "Hey there host, we reeeeaaallly wanna show you something!" Julie was practically jumping with joy while Sally let go to grab something, coming back with a stereo to play music on. The two put on a dance that almost resulted in a vase being broken, but Barnaby's soft paws were there to catch it just in time.

"How about we all dance together?" Barnaby gave you a warm smile, he always knew how to warm your heart. Holding out his paw you took hold of it, joining in the dance with the three goofballs.

During dinner, Poppy came up to you with a delicious looking small cake and placed it right in front of you. "I made you some dessert deary, eat up!" You looked down confused "But what about the others?" However, when you looked back at the table everyone had already gone to do their own activities (or so you assumed) and Poppy just sat there smiling. Soon after that awkward dinner Eddie cornered you in the hallway one arm leaning on the wall and the other holding a neatly folded letter with red hearts all over it. "Here you are sweets, Frank and I wrote this just for you." You firmly grasped the paper and unfolded it. It was a beautifully written poem about you. "Wow, thank you Eddie I don't know what to say, this is very well written! I love it." Eddie gave you a small kiss on the head like he always did and the tip of a hat before walking downstairs whistling a small tune.

Later that night Howdy came by the bathroom as soon as you got out of the shower to gift you with the shiniest apple you've ever laid eyes on. You questioned where he got it from but Howdy only responded with "It's a secret! Just know that it's 100% off for you!" You couldn't say no to that goofy grin of his, plus he was just so happy to give it to you! You took it from him with a warm smile on your face... Also because his giant body was blocking you from leaving.

Once you finally managed to get by the giant caterpillar with your new gift you went to your room to settle down and sleep, rolling around a bit in the sheets until you got comfortable enough and closed your tired eyes.

Not even a minute after closing your eyes you felt the bed dip beside yourself and a long arm snaked over your torso. Only one person you know does that. "Wally, what are you doing?"

"I'm just cuddling my dearest host to sleep is all.~" You peeked open an eye after hearing that. He always did this when he wanted something out of it. "What do you want?"

"Nothing at all! You're the most I could ever ask for...buuut since you brought it up, you might as well do me a teeny tiny favor." You rolled in bed, turning yourself towards his chest, you were too cozy to care about the intimacy. "Hmh?" You hummed in acknowledgment.

"Stop talking to Derrek."

You sat up immediately. Not once did you tell anyone who it was that you've been talking to. "How did you-" a finger shushed you. "I know about him, and I want you to stay away. Can you do that for me darling?" He smiled coyly, but really it felt like he was threatening you. "No...Wally I can't just ghost someone like that. Besides we're just friends." The arm around you tightened as you squirmed to get out of your own bed. "Oh I know, but I would really love it if you two would quit talking. I don't think he's right for you."

Your eyes narrowed at him, for once the cocky bastard didn't look so cocky. "Wally...are you jealous? Is that what all of this is about? The gifts, the dancing, the constant cuddle sessions from you and everyone else here?" You watched his body go rigid and his face scrunch up into what was almost a frown. Wow, he's actually kind of frowning for once. That was rare.

"Wally, we're not a thing. Derrek and I are just friends and I don't intend to ever date him. I'm glad you and the others really care about me this much but you really shouldn't worry about my safety." You spoke more softly, finally understanding where he was coming from. The iron grip on your waist didn't falter though and you felt yourself suddenly being forced into a bear hug.

Julie swatted Barnaby's long tie out of her face so she could lean in closer to the door to listen. Everyone else did their best not to make any noise as they listened in.

"Look, if it makes you feel any better I'll just tell him we're nothing more than friends and to keep it at that, but I can't just cut people out of my life like that...alright?"

An audible groan left everyone's mouth hearing that, startling you and Wally both. Silly host, how can you be so blind to love?

Looks like the dear reader doesn't understand just how much everyone loves them yet! Personally I don't think any of them would be the type to hurt you or others EXCEPT for Wally. I think they would probably just try to shower you with their love to make you like them more...however, if you are straying too far from them they may need to find a way to make you a permanent resident at the house, just not at your house. They've got a nice place just for you back Home.

[winters-dream]

For everyone who wanted a part two 💖:

part one

Villain stood in their lair, their eyes trained on their TV as the news played on the large screen. The news anchor had just announced the death of the city’s beloved Hero, and Villain almost wanted to let out a haughty laugh as they turned to face Hero who sat comfortably on their couch, very much alive. 

Hero watched the news silently as the anchor gave a rather dismissive farewell followed by a montage of their work. They stared at the screen blankly, their face void of any emotion as civilians were given a chance to recall their memories of the Hero.

Villain turned the TV off, cutting the news report short as they stared down at Hero, sitting silently on the couch. They sat with their knees brought up to their chest, staring blankly at the TV, seeming unbothered that Villain had shut it off. 

“Are you okay?” Villain asked. They sat down beside Hero, careful to leave some space between them, still unsure how to act around the one they used to share their deepest secrets with, the one who’d kissed their worries away, shared a million ‘i love you’s with. That all disappeared when Hero lost their memory.

Hero gave them a minute shrug, resting their chin on their knees. “The whole world thinks I’m dead. The news said so.” 

Villain gazed at the Hero, guilt wracking their every nerve as they stared at Hero’s sullen expression. They softly sighed through their nose as their eyes followed the movement of Hero’s fingers picking at the corner of a throw pillow. 

“I’m sorry,” they said. And they truly meant it. None of this should have happened to the hero. That fight shouldn’t have happened, Hero should have never gotten amnesia. If Villain had just stayed home that day . . .

“Are you behind this?” asked Hero. 

“No, honest,” Villain answered too fast for their own liking, panic evident in their voice. “I promise, I didn’t know anything about it until just now.”

Hero nodded with a small motion, leaning back to relax against the back of the couch. They put Villain’s pillow, now with loosened embroidery stitches, in their lap and resorted to fluffing it instead. The action seemed to calm the hero’s mind so Villain didn’t stop them. Even if it was about to cost them a good pillow. 

“You know,” Villain started. “It's not too late. Your death just now came on the news. You can go out there and show everyone you're still alive. Your memory is still shit, but the agency will be thrilled to see you.”

Slowly, Hero shook their head. “I don't think so. That's not who I am anymore. They're all going to look at me and expect me. The person I was before all of this. They're going to expect me to remember. They'll look at me with disappointment when I don't.”

Their eyes met with Villain’s. “It's the same look you give me.”

Villain shook their head. “I'm not disappointed that you don't remember.”

They lied. Of course they were disappointed. They looked at Hero and saw a shell of who they used to be, the years of memories Hero has yet to regain. The distance behind their eyes where there used to be love. The passion they used to have, long gone. The determined set of Hero’s jaw as they conjured a plan to save the city. Their pride. 

All gone within the blink of an eye.

Yes, Villain was disappointed, annoyed at themself for expecting Hero to suddenly remember. It wasn’t fair to Hero.

“Let’s stop worrying about the past,” Villain said suddenly. “Because who knows if you ever fully recover. Focus on the now and make new, better, memories today.”

Hero shifted slightly in their seat and Villain saw the first glimmer of hope flash in their eyes. 

“You really think I can move on from this?” they asked. "It'll be that easy?"

"Well, no it won't be easy," Villain admitted. “But you'll have me with you the whole time."

They reached out and placed their hand on top of Hero’s. And for the first time since the incident, Hero smiled.

[coldshrugs]

hi Azia! since I'll probably never play FFXIV but want to gobble up everything you've ever written or will write for Io and Estinien, I was wondering if you could kind of summarize or describe the context for their relationship in the canon universe. what do I need to understand about their history in order to better appreciate the way they fit? how do they meet and what brings them together? are there some universal truths for each WoL that heavily contribute to who Io is (kind of like how Hawke in DA2 loses half their family, or every Shepard in Mass Effect is deadish for two years)?

no pressure to answer if you don't have the time/energy or just plain don't want to! ok thanks love you bye 💙

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Hi Ells. I am so sorry....

Understanding Estinio

General World Lore: The story of XIV begins five years after a Calamity (an event of large-scale devastation that leaves the land and people struggling to recover). This is the seventh Calamity over a period of 13,000 years. Other notable world happenings are:

the Dragonsong War: a war between man and dragon that has raged in and around Ishgard for one thousand years

the more recent advancement of the Garlean Empire: Garlemald is a technologically advanced nation seeking to "unite" the world under its rule

Warrior of Light Things: The player character is almost a completely blank slate. Their appearance and combat proclivities are entirely up to the player! Their backstory is not really mentioned, and the only thing we know about them from the start is that they're an Adventurer, which in this setting is someone who wanders here and there, helping with whatever odd jobs they can in hopes of earning a living and maybe some local fame too. A little network of unionized Hometown Heroes. But some things hold true for most WoLs (headcanons notwithstanding):

They have a gift called The Echo. A few other characters have the gift, but it can manifest differently from person to person. The WoL's Echo allows them to visit scenes from the past, sometimes through the eyes of another and sometimes as a kind of bodiless spectator, usually triggered by high emotion from a person or place. It also has a few other functions.

They join the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, an organization that's a bit of an open secret, determined to stop Primal summoning (Primals are replications of gods, the will of a people made manifest, and they are powerful and destructive. If most people venture too close, they become enthralled). Recruited for their prowess in combat (or healing, maybe, if you're not Io) and apparent inability to be tempered by Primals, they, of course, become the team's most powerful asset.

Io Laithe is my WoL, a viera born in the Garlean-occupied region of Dalmasca. When she was 19/20, her home village suffered a violent raid, and her family was lost. She managed to escape and flee far to the west. At the beginning, she's around 29 and an accomplished archer, among other things. Io endures more loss over her story, friends and lovers, and she blames herself over and over. She struggles to lay down her grief and represses her anger for so long that she almost loses herself to it at one point, but she claws her way back with the help of her friends. She's soft-spoken, and reserved, but is also deeply kind and surprisingly funny. (This paragraph is short but I feel like I talk about her so much lmao. Trying not to gush too hard)

Estinien Varlineau was born to a family of sheepherders, in a small farming community outside Ishgard. When he was 12, his village was razed to the ground in a dragon attack. He found the charred remains of his parents outside his home (his dad had tried to shield his mom from the dragon fire). His younger brother was inside, trapped under a collapsed beam but already gone. He was the only survivor, and was taken in by a man named Alberic who held the title of Azure Dragoon (the most powerful lance-wielder in the land, but I'll spare you the specifics. There's dragon-y magic and a literal dragon eye that gives them powers. This was supposed to be quick omfg). Estinien swore to avenge the deaths of his family and trained with Alberic, eventually becoming the next Azure Dragoon. Eventually, he gets his vengeance, but the cost is so much more than he expects. At the end of it, he is begging for his own death, but his friends (the WoL included) refuse to let him go out like that and save him. He's since been on a journey of self-discovery; who is he without the drive to avenge those he lost, without his duty or his post? In personality, Estinien is blunt and abrasive, he cannot read a room (but he would like to leave it). He has a sharp sense of humor and often teases his few friends, he's extremely sentimental, he's very protective of the people he cares for, and can't stop himself from helping a kid in need.

Relationship Summary

They overlook each other at first. Io finds Estinien too harsh and rude. He thinks (since she is seeing Haurchefant at the time, who is... affiliated with a noble house of Ishgard) that Io is another pretty girl grabbing at coattails--surely not the "great warrior" he's heard about. And it takes a journey into dragon country for them to warm up to each other, when he learns she can easily hold her own, and she sees how protective and kind he can be to their traveling companions. They become friends and it's easier than either of them expected. They don't talk about their loss with each other though, not for a long time. Both hear the other's story from someone else, and it endears them to each other, an unspoken, invisible bond in addition to what they've already faced together. Just as Io saved him at the end of the Dragonsong War, Estinien saves her when she faces off against the might of Garlemald and almost dies. It's a long time before she gets to thank him for that, but when she does, it's around the time he agrees to join the Scions too. They spend more time together, and they become almost inseparable. And as the world hangs on the brink of what seems to be another Calamity, they quietly fall in love and almost lose each other again. Neither confesses to the other until things have settled down. But once the confessions are out of the way, they easily fall into warm domesticity. They spend the better part of a year mostly in one place, living together, working together, making the smaller trips they need to but always returning to a home base. Now, there's the itch to travel again. They just pulled a stint of traveling separately but ended up in the same place. He very much wants to continue roaming, and Io does too, but part of her is starting to think about a family. I haven't decided when or if they talk about this lmao. They love each other so much, but both have a strong streak of wanderlust, and both are legendary heroes who belong to the world as much as they belong to each other.

Why they compel me:

I don't know if you guys know this about me but I love to think about grief :> It's the shared trauma, the love transformed into anger, and how new bonds can heal someone. I did not plan for Io's backstory to be so similar to Estinien's, and even before I shipped them, their friendship was a highlight for me. I love that they do most of their recovery on their own. I love that they always come back to each other. Big fan of people who might not appear outwardly soft all the time, but are just SO mushy for their partner.

They are both symbols of hope for their people, for better or worse. They understand that about each other, what it's like to have some of your personhood stripped away so you can embody an ideal.

Estinien is impulsive and straightforward, Io is cautious and thoughtful. He pushes her, and she grounds him. They both relish the peace the company of the other brings, and they are more certain of the other's ability and resolve than they are of themselves. They are best friends, they are family, and they admire each other.

Some key reads, chronologically:

close quarters | oh no, she's hot…

oblivious | a mutual friend notices io and estinien seem… different.

what i see in you, i hope you find in me | io realizes she is not in love with zenos

pang | estinien has his own realization

see you in the morning | the night before they depart towards unknown danger, estinien tries to soothe a worried io

in this state | io is unconscious, estinien keeps watch

mustering | estinien tells io about his brother, the first time he's talked about him in decades

take another step off the edge | FIRST KISS!!!!

And then their tag is filled with gposes I've made, art I've commissioned, writing prompt fills, fics from the two AUs I've written for them, and tons of quotes or poems that fit their vibe. I'd share a playlist but I don't have a playlist... there are five now T^T BYE!! 💗

[sketchalicious]

the heights in dhmis kill me lmao (ramble post lol)

right off the bat im just gonna talk about red guy

this is excluding the non-canon pilot, but looking at how tall he is in comparison to the other puppets makes me wonder if he's like 7' in the puppet world.

BC LOOK AT HIM HES ALMOST TALLER THAN THE DOOR (doors are like 6'8") sure, there's a chance joe pelling//(EDIT: DID SOME RESEARCH AND HES ACTUALLY ACTED BY TWO PPL NAMED JOSS CARTER AND ADAM MAYNE SORRY) is just really tall, but im ps they use prop(?) doors instead of real ones. it makes me wonder how tall is "the tall one" in this world.

that brings me to wonder about the other puppets though. bc if red guy is really tall then are they all just ;;; tremendously short

duck and yellow are both relatively the same size as the other puppets meant to resemble civilians(?) with a few inches in difference (this excludes the teachers, i'm being a little nitpicky here lol) and thus that likely means they're all too short for the toilets/urinals and the sinks. it's literally child height.

with that said;; ???lmao??? like are over 50% of the puppets just too small for everything?? bc everything honestly seems to fit the red guy just fine, with a few exceptions where he'd probably have to hunch down a bit. especially in their home lol:

red guy's WAY taller than the fridge, and duck n yellow match the mirror perfectly. their house is tailored mostly to the smaller skrimblies. or maybe to a type of puppet that's somewhat taller than yellow and duck, since comparing them to red, technically the freezer would be too high for them to reach.

though honestly this makes me wonder a little bit on what's the norm for puppets, really. to bring up the work episode again, a lot of the aspects of the workplace seem to be made to fit red guy, or at least a somewhat average sized person, such as the bathrooms or Mr. Peterson's office. But the area where the puppets actually work is made to fit them, the shorter ones. duncan's computer is at a fitting size, and the conveyor belt is just right for puppets of yellow and duck's height. i wonder if there's a sort of hierarchy to taller puppets or something.

i could probably keep going with this ramble but i have no idea how to put what im thinking into words, i don't even know if this ramble post makes sense either. long story short, red guy is too tall for everything, yellow and duck are too small for everything, yet still many aspects are made to fit them in this world. the inconsistencies are really entertaining i am hoping they keep coming/gen

[doe-eyed-fool]

Prey | Chapter Thirteen

Alastor x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Harassment, Murder, Death, Gore, Blood

You didn't know how long you were staring into your vanity mirror for. Checking your face, your hair, making sure there was nothing out of place. But after a moment, you just...stared "Mimzy? You ever hear things that aren't really there?"

The shorter woman gave you a look after hearing that question. "Honey. That's something people say before they're sent to the nut house, you know?" She laughs weakly.

You sigh before finally looking away from the mirror. "Feels like I should be in there after what I heard earlier. Or thought I heard?"

Mimzy only shakes her head. "Y/n, hon. Alastor's ol place can be a little creepy at night, but you're safe there. Nothing's gonna happen to you. Alastor will make sure of that."

"But Alastor wasn't there. What if something did happen?" You ask. "I know he would have kept me safe if he were there. But it was just me. And that darn driver of yours was taking forever to actually get there, so that didn't help." 

"Yeah, sorry about him. He's not too bright, that one. I promise I'll get a more capable guy to come get you next time." Mimzy walks over to you. "Now pretty lady, it's time to dazzle the crowd once again!"

Your nerves had been eating at you since you left Alastor's home, a part of you wanted to cancel on tonight. But, you were already here. And there was a full house just waiting to see you perform. You inhaled deeply, and put on a false smile before rising from your vanity. 

"Let's knock 'em dead!"

And knock them dead you did. Another amazing performance, another rousing round of applause from the audience. As you were backstage, removing the makeup and getting changed back into your more casual dress, there was a knock at the door. 

You assumed it was Mimzy at first, but Mimzy almost never knocks before coming into your dressing room. You quickly smooth out your dress before approaching the door. You then thought it was Alastor, though, he'd still be working about this time. 

You opened the door and was met with Joe, smiling with a small bouquet of flowers. "J-Joe?" Your force your shock aside with a more cheery tone. "What brings you by?" 

"Well, how could I not come and see one of my favorite show girls? You sing so sweetly, and boy do you look ever so dazzling up on that stage." Joe says before handing you the bouquet. "For for, darlin'." 

You take them and give him a small smile. "Thank you, Joe. But I have to ask, how did you get back here? No one's allowed backstage unless you preform or-"

"Pay to see you?" Joe smirks. 

"I-I was going to say or work here. But yes, I suppose that too." You chuckle weakly before clearing your throat. "But uh, you know, you didn't have to do that. I do visit Alastor sometimes at work, you could see me then." 

"Yes, I know. But you spend most of your time with him when you're there. I'd like to have a conversation with you every now then." Joe winks. "But I guess who could blame you? He's your sweetheart after all." He mutters.

"We're engaged." You say a bit firmly. Everyone knew it. But it seems Joe needed it drilled into his thick skull. 

"Mhm." Joe hums. "But not married. Not yet anyhow." He leans in a little closer to you as he speaks. "I say you're still a free woman. Why not take advantage of that while you still have it?" 

You take a step back. "Joe. I am taken, married or not. Alastor is my-"

Your words were cut short by Joe's heavy sigh. "You're wasting yourself on that man. He couldn't give you what you really wanted. But I..." Joe stepped further into the room. "I could give you everything you wanted, and then some." His eyes look you up in down, sending a chill down your spine. 

"I bet he hasn't even properly bed you."

"Joe, that's enough." You tell him. "I think it's time you leave." 

"Y/n, don't be like that." Joe took another step towards you. Your blower back hit the edge of the vanity. "I mean it. Get out!" You rather loudly, hoping someone near by would here. 

"Y/n-"

"Is there a problem here?"

You and Joe both look to the room's entrance, in the doorway stood Mimzy. And behind her were two tall and bulky men, both glaring Joe down. Mimzy, also glaring at Joe, crossed her arms. "Well?" She asks sharply. 

Joe rolled his eyes and walked away from you. "Not at all ma'am." He stepped aside the two men. "Have a good night." He said before finally leaving. 

Mimzy take her eyes off him until he was out of sight, she then looked up at the two men. "Make sure he actually leaves the building. And do not let him back in here." The two men nods wordlessly before leaving you both. 

Mimzy walked inside the dressing room and shut the door behind her. "Y/n. Are you alright?" She asks gently. "Who was that guy?" You sighed heavily. "Joey Martins. He works in the same building as Alastor. And as you can tell, he has taken a liking to me." 

"A liking is putting it lightly. He's got the hots for you." Mimzy says with a frown. "If you want, I'll make sure that creep doesn't step foot in this lounge ever again." You nod your head. "I feel like that would be best. If Alastor catches wind of this, who knows what he might do."

"Oh I have an idea." Mimzy chuckles. "I would talk to him about this, but, I won't say anything if you don't want me to." 

"Y-Yes, I think I should be the one who lets him know. I might be able to talk him down from whatever he might try and do. Lord knows, Alastor can't risk loosing his job over beating the living daylights out of some fool, who's not even worth the effort."

"Is Al gonna take you home?" Asked Mimzy. You shook your head. "Says he'll be working late again." 

"Then I'll have one of my guys drive you home. One with some sense, I promise." She playfully bumps your arm. 

You smile lightly. "Thank you, Mimzy." 

Once you got home, you made sure to keep your eyes strictly ahead of you, ignoring the sight of the cellar before rushing inside the house. You sighed and shook your head. "I'm working myself up over nothing. Absolutely nothing." You inhaled and exhaled before heading upstairs to get ready for bed.

You took a shower, and slipped into your nightgown before walking to yours and Alastor's shared bed. You sat down and took a book from the nightstand, opening to the page where you last left off. After about twenty of minutes of reading, you started to feel a chill at your arms. You shivered before pulling the covers up over your legs, and continued reading.

You brought the cover up your body further, the colder the room became. At one point, you suspect the heater might be broken. You set the book aside and stand from the bed, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm. 

The light from the moon peaking from the drawn window curtains caught your eye, you turn your head towards it before walking over. You move the curtains aside, and down below, you could get a clear view of the shed Alastor used for hunting. 

It shouldn't have bothered you in the slightest. Even though you hated that he used that shed to aid in hunting woodland creatures, he always made sure you never saw it happen or knew about just what he hunted. But from the amount of antlers he had mounted on the walls of his home, you knew deer were his favorite. 

Yes, Alastor always made sure you never knew what went down in that shed, and in some way, it worked. You didn't pay much attention to it all. The shed itself did not bother you.

What did bother you, was that the door was open, and a moving shadow from within the light the shed gave off. 

'Alastor's home.' Was the first thing you would have thought. But you knew better. His car was not parked outside, he was not home. So, who was inside of that shed? You quietly backed away from the window, heart beginning to pick up in your chest. 

Nothing looked missing when you first walked inside. If it were a robber, they might have snuck in while you were in the shower. The nearest phone was downstairs in the living room. But going down there meant risking getting caught, and god forbid there were more than one waiting.

But if they made there way upstairs, and found you, you'd be caught anyway. So. It was either wait for death or go chase after it. If there was even the slightest of chances you could make it downstairs without getting caught, and notifying the authorities, you would take it. 

You walked to the bedroom door, and slowly opened the door to keep it from creaking, before tip-toeing down the hall and to the top of the stairs. You pause for a moment, listening for any voices or footsteps. When silence was all that lingered, you continued making your way down as carefully and as quietly as possible. 

Once you reached the bottom, you paused again. And again, it was quiet. You move to walk again, and that's when you heard it. 

'Y/n...'

Your hand shot to your mouth to keep the gasp from escaping.

'Y/n...Y/n...'

Was...Was that...

'Y/n!'

"Alastor?" You whisper. Another chill brushed against your skin, it's intensity turning into a light breeze. You look up and finally notice that the front door, was cracked opened. And just at the foot of the door, was a trail of blood, leading outside. 

Immediately assuming the worst, you rushed outside and looked from right to left, hoping to catch a glimpse of Alastor somewhere. Your eyes fell back to the blood, you followed it down the stairs and until it wrapped around to the side of the house, leading right towards the cellar.

It's doors were wide open.

You stopped, and stared at that cellar for a moment. Then you heard it again, louder this time.

'Y/n!'

Every step towards that cellar made your heart sink lower and lower into the pit of your gut, a new wave a dread washing over you with ever inch you grew closer. Then you finally reached the entrance of that damn cellar, it's darkness, the eerie silence that came with it, the blood that lead further down...

It made you want to wretch. 

"A-Alastor..." You said, barely above a whisper. 'Please hear me...' You thought as tears fell from your eyes. 'If you're down there...please, please answer me.'

"Alastor?" This time a bit louder, but not much. If that was Alastor's blood, if he was hurt...dying even...

What you be able to do? You acted without even thinking, assuming that it was indeed Alastor's blood, that it was indeed him calling your name. What would you do? You knew you should have stayed inside, you should have just called the cops, you shouldn't have come out here knowing there might be someone out here. The very same someone, who could have hurt Alastor. The very same someone, who could hurt you too.

Why did you do this? 

You began to descend the stairs of the cellar. 

Why are you doing this?

You move your trembling hands out in front of you, acting as your eyes in the dark. Eventually they brushed up against something solid. It felt wooden. Your hand moved around until it reached a knob. You grasp it and turn it, stepping back as the door opened. 

"Alastor?" You tried again. "Al-"

Your words cut short, as a wave of putrid odor filled your nostrils, causing them to burn, and a gagging sensation form in the back of your throat. There was no mistaking that kind of smell, that stench.

It was the scent of death. 

"A-Alastor..." Your voice trembled. Had your fears been true? Did something happen to Alastor? You took a step forward, hands still outstretched. 

Did whoever was out there, had they...killed your beloved fiancé? Was what you heard his dying calls of your name?

The stench grew stronger the further you walked in. Suddenly your hand brushed up against a string hanging from above. Your finger and thumb caught it, but you did not pull down. You did not want to see what you feared you might.

You stood there in the darkness, the smell of rot and decay lingering in your nose, stinging at your throat. You shut your eyes tightly and pulled down at the string, a clicking sound followed after. 

You move your hand away. And for a moment, you truly believed you were alone in whatever room you stumbled across. But the smell was quick to prove you wrong. You slowly open your eyes again, fully expecting to see the corpse of Alastor at your feet.

However, what you saw, made your mind scream and your heart stop all the same. 

It was something right out of a horror story. Hooks and chains hung from the walls and the ceiling. Blood covered the walls, giving it a brown and black stain, though some was fresh. There were a few tables littered with a variety of knives. And worst of all...

The corpse of a man, his front cut open from sternum to pelvis, displayed just feet from you. 

A nightmare. This had to be a nightmare. This wasn't real, it couldn't be. How could something so horrible, so disgusting, so grotesque, be happening right in front of you. It couldn't be. 

But it was. 

"Y/n."

You turn your head, wide eyes met the one person you'd hope to not see. Who you'd hope was not responsible for...this. Who you'd hope was not so cruel and wicked enough to do something so inhumane. 

Because he was not the type of person who would do this. You knew him, you knew him your entire life. He would not do this. 

Alastor would not do something like this...

"You weren't suppose to ever see this, dear."

And yet, he did.

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Cringefail Throuple 💡

Since Michael and Reader had to go back home for Christmas, they rush back to Oxford to celebrate the new year with Billy. Lots of alcohol, silliness, and sex occurs.

Beloved Cringefail Throuple💡 anon, have I told you how much I love your brain?

NSFW and 18+ only under the cut!

Warnings (kissing, biting, scratching, fingering, threesome, anal, p in v sex, anal fingering, overstimulation, squirting).

It all would have been better if you could have access your respective colleges, alas they're closed until the holidays are over, which forces you and Michael to sneak into Billy's flat to doll yourseves up for New Year's eve. Billy, of course, doesn't know, he thinks you two are celebrating at home, with your families and will be back before the new term starts. This had been the plan, then you and Michael missed your puppy boyfriend too much to wait and your heart hurt too much at the thought of him alone on New Year's Eve as well. And here you are, back to Oxford, ready to have fun, and sex.

When you, finally, emerge from the bathroom, you've gone full goth mode: black make up, corset, fishnet stocking and high heels. Michael stares at you with his mouth hanging, eyes shamelessly on your barely covered cleavage.

"Maybe we should stay in. Wait for Billy here."

He's not drooling, but might as well be. As he stalks towards you, he can feel his cock growing in his pants: maybe you'll help him with that? Lend him a quick hand?

"No, no, no, no, Mr. Gavey. We're here for a reason." You stop his advance with a hand on his chest. "We could have a little head start. It wouldn't be the first time." Michael growls, trying to state his dominance.

Your fingers cupping his growing erection shatter any form of control he's trying to assert over you.

"We're going to go to the pub and wait for midnight there. Then, only then, we'll go home and fuck the first day of the new year away."

Michael's eyes almost cross when the pressure around his cock grows; as dominant as he is, he loves when you take the lead and make him behave, makes it all the sweeter when he punishes you for it.

When you two arrive at the pub, there's already loads of people ready to spend the night, groups of friends singing drunkenly over the muted TV. How you and Michael manage to find a small table is a miracle, so is the fact that said table is in a small nook, so that Billy can't see you, not yet.

You two have to sit very close to one another, pinned as you are between two loud groups of people and Michael can't pass the occasion to trail his hand under your, admittedly, short skirt.

"Don't." You chastise him "What? I don't know where I'm supposed to put my hand. We're a little pressed here." He says with a smirk. "You think you are so smart, are you?" You cross your lags and block his advance. "I am." He uses his trapped hand to slide you and the chair closer to himself. "And you will pay for this."

You feel the heath of his words spreading all over your body: you can't wait.

"Promises, promises." You murmur against his ear.

You yelp when his trapped hand curls cruelly on the meat of your tight, the pitiful sound you've just made drowned by the voices around you.

"You're such a bastard, Gavey." "And you love me all the more for it." Michael has to crane his neck to see the counter. "He's back!"

You can't see Billy from your position, you can imagine he's returned from the storage room and it's your time to shine.

You stand up and adjust your ridiculous short skirt, before you saunter to the counter, where your other boyfriend is; you can feel Michael's eyes on your skin, you burn with his desire. Knowing that he wants and needs you makes you wet, that you can reduce his powerful mind to mush makes you ride the biggest power high of your life.

"Hello gorgeous." You position yourself so that your cleavage is in full view of Billy, who stutters and blushes when he sees it. "Two beers, please?"

You laugh when he doesn't move, doesn't speak, just stares at your breasts: have you broken him?

The spell you've put him under breaks when the other server tells Billy to get a grip on himself and he blushes even more, his big blue eyes finally traveling to your face.

"Hi handsome." You repeat. "How? Why? Is Michael here as well?" "Yes, baby. He's thirsty and hungry as well, not for food, though."

If self combustion were possible, your poor Billy would have burnt on the spot: you two are back and all his need for you two explodes in his loins, his cock stirring in his jeans.

"We'll be at the table nestled in the corner." You say and wink, swaying your hips as you walk back, beers in hand.

Thankfully there's too much noise and people for Billy's colleague to truly notice your interaction or the fact that he's far too willing to go around the tables to collect the empty glasses and plates and that he takes a bit too much time whenever he disappears where the table in the nook is, only to reemerge dazed, having being kissed senseless by you and Michael every single time.

When midnight approaches, you and Michael manage to grab Billy, so that you three can be together when the clock on the telly strikes twelve. All the people around you are too busy celebrating, to notice the passionate kiss you three share at the far end of the pub.

No one is surprised when you two wait for Billy, at the pub you and Michael are known to be his friends and have accompanied him home countless times, the only difference is that you two are drinking shots with the staff, this time, whilst the pub gets closed for the night.

How you three make it home is a miracle, full as you three are with alcohol, swaying as you walk to Billy's apartment.

"How long are you going to stay?" He manages to ask in between kisses. "Until the term starts." Michael answers, his hand grabbing Billy's arse. "We'll need more condoms, then." It's the answer he receives.

The three of you might be drenched in alcohol, yet your combined libidos aren't affected, the kisses shared on the way home have only turned you three on even more: you're wet and loose already, your boys hard in their trousers.

You feel their hands on your body when the door of the flat closes, Michael's hands on your breasts, his lips on your nape, Billy on his knees, face buried under your skirt. You moan at the double sensation, Billy's mouth on your clothed cunt, Michael's fingers pinching your nipples over the thin shirt you've been wearing under the corset.

You three undress sloppily, hands in the way, teeth biting the skin revealed. You barely manage to get to the bed, clothes left everywhere, you lover's fingers buried in your cunt, your hands jacking their cocks.

You three fall in a heap on the mattress, kissing, biting, licking, hands exploring, you between your lovers, their teeth on your skin, their fingers fucking your hole and pinching your clit until you come with a whine. You find yourself on your back, legs over Billy's arms, his cock pushing into your pulsating cunt, grunts of pleasure at how tight your muscles are clenching around his erection, your whines of overstimulation drowned by his moans of pleasure as Michael's fingers fuck against his prostate, Billy's cock fucking you following the rhythm the other has imposed.

Billy buries himself inside your cunt when Michael's cock head starts entering him.

"You haven't been playing with yourself." You hear Michael grunt.

Billy's answer is a moan of pleasure, his face hidden against the side of your neck.

"It means I have to fuck you open again."

You can feel the short, deep pushes of Michael's cock as he moves Billy's hips to follow his movements, Billy's moans and whines of pleasure as he tries to move, to push back, but he's stopped by Michael's hands on his hips. Under them, you're writhing and begging, your cunt still reeling from the previous orgasm sends shock waves of pain and pleasure, your clit fires under the pressure of Billy's hipbone, your muscles clench almost painfully around his manhood, you lovers's grunts of pleasure are all you hear, until Billy whips his head back and comes with a shout.

He's trembling over you, his cock still hard inside your hole fucks you faster, now that Michael can push freely inside of him. You can only curl around Billy's body, your teeth biting his shoulder savagely as he pistons inside of you and fucks himself on Michael's cock, your body taking the brunt of their lovemaking. Your hips desperately try to move away, the stimulation too much for your poor body, yet your orgasm crests and crests, until you come, nails scratching you lovers' skins.

They keep fucking you and one another, Michael bends himself over Billy, so that you three can kiss messily, his hands now on your hips to keep you still, make you take it like you should. It hurts and drives you wild, your cunt a fist around Billy, your feet kicking at nothing in the vain attempt to escape the pleasure.

"I can't! I can't!"

You scream and beg, but Billy's cock drags against your G-spot again, the pressure of their bodies writhing over yours builds inside your belly, until it snaps and you squirt with a shout, your lovers following you with grunts and whines of pleasure.

You three are a trembling mess of limbs on the bed, of lips seeking skin, of nerves singing. You are not sure of who cleans the mess and covers your body with the duvet, you are just floating, riding the endorphins high, safe in your lovers's arms.

"Happy New Year."

Someone says in your ear, you can only babble something and curl tighter around whichever of your lovers is the closest: happy New Year indeed!

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Can you write some headcanon or maybe a short fic for yandere Wally get jealous? Maybe reader get too friendly with other neighbors and Wally didn't like that?

I absolutely love the way you write yandere Wally (the yandere alphabet is so great 💗)

Oh btw, do you write yandere for other characters in Welcome Home? If no then that's okay, just asking :)

I Am 100% Open To Writing For The Other Characters! Wether It Be Yandere Or Not. I Haven't Done The Other Characters Yet So It May Not Be Great? But I Won't Get Better Till I Write More And More For Them!

Im Happy You Enjoyed The Yandere Alphabet Dear! Hope You Like This As Much As That! It'll Be Some Headcannons With A Small Little Fic♡

Wally x GN Reader.

.Like In The Alphabet Wally Typically Isn't A Jealous Person. He's Friendly With The Neighbours And They Know Of His Relationship With His Darling! So They Wouldn't Try Anything, Atleast He Hopes They're Smart Enough As To Not Try Anything.

.But There Are Some Case's Where He Finds You Speaking To The Other Neighbours Alot And He's Not A Fan Of It!

.He'll Often Get You To Spend Time With Just Him For The Whole Day To Make Up For Your Lack Of Attention To Him. Recently Though..You Just Keep On Getting Friendlier And Friendlier With The Other Neighbours, Going Out Of Your Way For Them! Constantly Making Plans With Them, You Just..Pushed Him Off To The Side. He Wasn't Happy About That, Oh No No! Your Focus Should Be On Him And Him Alone!

But No It Wasn't And It Left Him With All Sorts Of Negative Feelings.

There Was Nothing You Loved More Then Being Able To Speak With The Other Neighbours. Sure It Would Get Draining After Socialising With Many People But You Loved It Nonetheless! The Other Neighbours Were Just So Friendly And Open You Couldn't Help But Want To Hang Out With Them More! Sure That Meant You Spent Less Time With Wally But You Were Sure He Understood!

Wally Infact Did NOT Understand, He Didn't Understand Why You Wanted To Spend Time With The Others More Then Him! Were You Losing Interest? Were You Beginning To Become More Intrigued With Them? That Thought Formed A Pit In His 'Stomach', He Couldn't Have You Being More Attatched To The Others And Not Him...That Wouldn't Be Fair! Not After All The Effort He Had Put In.

"Darling." Wally Approached You, Usual Smile On His Face, Eye's Half Closed. You Had Been Hanging Out With Julie And Sally For So Long And While They Were Off Doing Something, He Saw This As An Opportunity To Confront You About This Whole Thing. "I Haven't Seen You These Past Few Days, You've Always Been Running Off With The Other Neighbours." He Huffed, But There Was No Look On His Face That Would Suggest He Was Annoyed, No, He Looked As Happy As Ever!

"Sorry Wally!" Whatever Your Attention Was On Was Taken By Wally Approaching. "I Never Hung Out With The Other Neighbours Much And They Began Inviting Me To Hang Out, There Was No Harm In Accepting." A Lobsided Smile Rested On Your Face As You Shifted Your Weight From One Foot Onto The Other.

"Ah I See," He Paused For A Moment, A Hum Rumbling From Him "Well, Since We Haven't Hung Out For Sometime! Why Don't We Go To Home? We Could Paint Something Together." A Frown Formed On Your Face "But Wally, Sally And Julie Will Be Coming Back Soon-"

"Why Don't We Go Back To Home?" He Repeated In A Much More Serious Tone "We Can Make Up For Lost Time!" He Cheerfully Stated As He Grabbed His Darlings Hand With A Tight Grip, Dragging You Along Down The Path Towards The House, Home's Eye's Watching All The While.

I Hope This Was Okay!

For Those Who Left Requests, I Appreciate It And I Will Get To Them I Promise!

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Request a scenario where romantic yandere master chief somehow ends up in our world and finally meets the reader.

I can try! This is a continuation of the fic with the same name. I hope I didn't make it too short since I was struggling how to make it... realistic? (I have to have a certain amount of realism in my fics even if I'm bending rules, lol.)

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Yandere! Self-Aware! Master Chief Scenario Part 2

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Invasion of privacy, Size difference between John and darling, Dubious companionship/relationship, I tried making it yandere but it may have been butchered, Manipulation, Stalking mention, Tamer compared to my usual stuff.

Halo had been one of your special interests for awhile. Be it for years or only a couple months, you've enjoyed the series. Even to the point of buying the books and playing all the campaigns.

You have fun putting together the lore and looking for collectibles. You like to play with friends despite the toxic online community. It's one of your favorite past times.

Unfortunately, your MCC disc had been acting funny lately. Whenever you tried to play inputs didn't register at times. The screen often glitched and sometimes the game was unplayable. As a result you've been spending less time on the game.

Even if you wanted to play it through yet again... it felt so invigorating to play as a super soldier fighting a space war against all sorts of foes.

To satiate your growing Halo urge you take a book you bought from your shelf and begin to read on your bed. The room is quiet, your xbox softly playing music while you immerse yourself in your story. You smile as you read through to lengthy story...

Then your Xbox begins to glitch.

A groan leaves your lips when you realize the issue may not be your disc. The idea of your hardware failing you worries you and you begin to get up to turn it off. However, you end up stumbling back when a loud popping noise occurs... a blinding light from your TV blinding you.

In response you turn around and bury your face into a pillow. You try to calm your worry as a ringing greets your ears. You have no idea what to do... you freeze and hope something changes enough to allow you to do something.

Then there's silence.

You pause, standing up slowly to turn around. Only to do a double take as something strange graces your vision. Your breathing stops momentarily as you take in your surroundings.

Once your vision clears you see a hulking figure in front of you. They're wearing armor similar to the Halo game you love and adore. In fact... they almost exactly resembled Master Chief himself.

You find yourself unable to move. You're overcome with fear and confusion as the hulking soldier stares down at you. You begin to wonder if the silence will ever end before the soldier looks over to the book you long discarded.

You flinch when he reaches over and picks up the books. You see him read through it, his visor concealing any thoughts or emotions. You don't think you want to draw attention to yourself....

Meanwhile John is just starting to learn more about you, his player. The book you were reading caught his attention. Inside were stories of his own missions and events... even his origins.

It surprises him that you know so much about him... yet he knows so little about you.

John's attention is only torn from the book when he notices you try to slip past him. A tightness in his chest urges him to act, quickly dropping the book and cutting you off. He sees how quickly you squeak before backing off... almost feeling bad.

"Where am I?" A simple question, he knows it's your world but he isn't quite sure where this is.

"Earth? My home? Who even are you!" You cry, John only responding with silence as he looks around the room. It's exactly as he saw it looking like.... His gaze then transitions back to you. He's never really been one for words.

Looking at how small you are compared to him, John can't help the fondness bubbling in him. It's just like all civilians compared to him yet he still feels a strong connection between you. Even though any sort of sexual desire is driven out of him due to the concoction of drugs he was fed when he was young... he still felt an urge to keep you close.

"There's no way you're actually Master Chief. He's a fictional character, that's impossible. You have to be some sort of alien or deity taking the form of something I enjoy to send me a message or something. I have to be rational...." John hears you mumbling to yourself. You're overcome with fearful worry and John wants to help you through it. He doesn't understand what you mean.

"What are you talking about?" He asks, only for you to shoot your head up from your hands.

"Me!? Oh, pardon me if this isn't a rare occurrence! I'm saying you're not supposed to be real! Yet here you are in front of me...." You panic, cautiously reaching out to touch his armor. John takes the chance to reach for your hand, holding it in his gloved one. As a result you freeze... silence overtaking both of you.

"I'm real."

"I'm crazy...."

"No you aren't."

"How...?"

"I'm not sure."

"...."

"Let's talk."

"Do I even have much of a choice?"

It's then the large soldier sits on your bed, nearly flinging you off due to the weight of the armor. You two then begin to discuss your situation and experiences. John is careful not to reveal too much on his desires but does mention that you two are connected somehow.

He can see as you talk you struggle to put things together but begin to accept certain things as fact. The fact he's here right now is shocking enough, at this point you'd accept anything as fact. Including him saying you two are bonded in a way.

Your fear is still deep in you but most of it ebbs away, curiosity and even a sense of respect taking its place. You're essentially meeting your long time hero. A video game character in the flesh.

The feeling is similar for John. He respects you for being his player and showing such interest in him. He's curious about how you know so much about him. In fact, he promises to answer questions you ask about him if he can ask about you.

Soon he plans to erase all fear you have for him.

If anything he'll protect you, not harm you.

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Hiding a super soldier in your house is a difficult task. Even though you're still trying to get over the fact Master Chief is in your home, you still promised to hide him. If anything maybe he'll find out a way to return to his world.

Meanwhile you did your best to accomadate for him. You let him borrow exercise equipment and keep in shape outside when it was night. You even tried talking to him when you could, although he didn't answer much.

You weren't sure if you should feel safe, lucky, or terrified? It really does feel like the equivalent of hiding an alien from the government. In fact daily life became strange.

It's not like you could just disguise him. He's in literal power armor. You doubt you could even convince him to take it off?

The good thing you guess you could say is John likes to talk to you. He likes hearing about you and your past. If anything he's about as interested in you as you are him.

In fact you began picking up some sort of fondness towards you. He often expresses concern when you leave the house and doesn't appear to like those around you. Plus, you've caught him reaching out to put a gloved hand on your skin or offering to hold you for comfort.

At first it put you off. Any attempt to be closer to you was met by your shifting away, which upset John at times. Although... with time... you accepted it.

In a way he brought you a new sense of comfort. You began to believe the insanity of the situation and decided to make the best of it. You offered him to help him get back, the response you got was silence but you assume he appreciated it?

Not quite.

John didn't quite like the idea of going back to a fake and chaotic world. Even if he was supposed to hide he liked being around you. He liked holding you... he liked feeling like he could protect you.

He belongs in his world, but he can't go back to just watching you. He likes being a genuine part of your life while you gush about your adoration for his missions. It makes him feel... nice.

Even if you found a way to bring him back, he probably wouldn't accept it. He wants you to continue to adore him. Maybe even fall for him like he has you... just him and his player whom he swears to protect.

He'd give up everything if it meant he kept you in his lap. He'd do anything you order if it meant he served you. His old purpose is obsolete now.

Now... John dedicates himself to you.

If you or anyone tried to change that he won't allow it...

He'd sacrifice it all for you... no matter the amount of blood or pain, just so he can stay with his player.

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Hey! Can I request Recom lyle wainfleet x shy!reader pls? I love you!! <3

I didn’t think I would be doing requests since I’m pretty busy with school and my small business but this was adorable and I couldn’t resist so thank you anon! I really feel like Lyle would be be pretty chill around a shy person but I also feel like the more he gets to know them he would be into teasing them a bit more. I hope you enjoy! ( ^-^)/💕

Lyle Wainfleet X Shy! Human Reader

* You were hoping to get the chance to work on Pandora as a scientist but when you found out what your job entailed you got really nervous. Your main job would be to oversee the recombinant team and make sure their mission went smoothly. This involved a lot of one on one interaction with a bunch of marines... Yeah. You were *so* nervous you might have lost sleep over it. You had very limited experience with soldiers and you knew that they were often rough around the edges to say the least.

* You were determined to make the best of the situation, even if you had a million what-ifs running through your head. Your first day on the job was waking up the recoms. For safety purposes, you could only wake two at a time so if anything malfunctioned or they had issues you could correct the problem before risking any of the other bodies. Round one was Mansk and Lyle who both woke up a little confused but were pretty easily managed.

* You introduced yourself quietly and found making eye contact was harder than you imagined so you focus on your clipboard.

* "I am y/n, I am part of the science crew that you'll be working with. My job is to make sure your bodies are functioning as they should and treating any injuries you may face." You glance up at the two marines and realized just how big they were. You were already kind of short but hanging around with giants really sent it home.

* Mansk nodded his head and started his reflex testing with one of your colleagues. Lyle however sat down on the nearest surface and stared at his huge hands. He looks over at you with big eyes and a twinge of worry in his voice. "Doc, what... Why? What happened?" His confusion actually calmed you down a bit and made him seem less intimidating.

* "I know this is umm what's the word... Jolting?" You fumble for words as Lyle peeps up. "Freaky is more like it." You were a bit hesitant to keep talking so you gripped your board tighter and cleared your throat. You made yourself look into his eyes and tried your best to be comforting.

* "I suppose that's a way of phrasing it too. Um... How much of your last life do you remember?" You realized quickly that was a personal question and followed it with a rushed, " Don't feel like you have to tell me any details, but sometimes it takes a little while for memories to come back after first waking up." Lyle looks at you and rubs his hand on the back of his neck, looking mildly stressed out.

* You don't know what made you do it but you offered your hand out for him to take. He pauses for a minute but places his hand in your small one. At first, he brushes his fingertips against your palm and when you didn't pull back he slowly put his whole hand in yours. His yellow eyes are watching you and suddenly you feel a bit silly.

* It was like your mouth stopped functioning properly and you try to choke out a sentence to make the silence less intense. "Umm, just so you know I'm here for you." It sounded sappier out loud than you thought it would and mentally cringed a bit. Lyle didn't say anything but squeezed your hand and gave you a nod. He seemed to be at a loss for words too.

* "I have a copy of all your previous video logs leading up to the... um... you know" You motion your other hand awkwardly in the air, not wanting to mention his death so soon after waking him up. "So if you want to see any of them or access your personal belongings they're in my office. You're welcome to visit anytime... As I said, I'm here for you." You flash a small smile in hopes of cheering him up a bit. It seems to work because he takes a deep breath and removes his hand slowly.

* "So what now Doc?" Your face got hotter as he leaned forward into your personal space. You stumbled over your response a bit, "I'm not really a doctor, I just do um sciencey stuff. As for what you're going to do next. You'll be working with Marq over there and he'll lead you through some exercises to see how well your body is doing. And hopefully, after that, you'll be able to get some food and rest." You trail off a bit at the end of your sentence but add some more soft words.

* "The first day is the hardest, so just take it easy tonight okay?" You move backward and you feel your heart race a bit as Lyle continues to stare at you even after you've broken eye contact with him. When he stands up you move out of his way quickly and do your best not to trip over your feet. When he reaches Marq he looks back at you and you give an encouraging thumbs up.

* Lyle does what he's told for the rest of the day and relaxes as much as he can in his new freakishly large body. His mind keeps running back to you and your quiet words. Being a marine he's pretty used to being barked orders and following them with no questions. He was terrified when he woke up but the longer he was awake his memories trickled back in. He didn't realize how much he needed someone to be soft with him at that moment but was ever grateful you took the time to comfort him when many others would have ignored him.

* At lights out he can't sleep and starts wandering the halls, going back to the science lab he met you in earlier. You were probably asleep but Lyle was hoping that you were there and he could spend some more time with you. He trails along slowly and gets lost in his thoughts when he almost runs face-first into a doorway.

* He felt a sharp tug on his pant leg and stopped suddenly, turning his head around to see what had touched him. It was y/n from earlier. She was dressed in casual clothes and carrying a mug of what smelled like hot chocolate. She had a worried look on her face and she suddenly let go of his pants as if he was on fire.

* "I um, you... You uh were going to hit your head" She points to the doorway about a foot away from his face. It was his turn to feel silly this time. "Well it's good you caught me when you did then. I didn't even see it, my mind was elsewhere you know?" He felt like smacking his face with his hand in embarrassment but held back.

* Y/n shifted her feet a little and glanced at the floor. "Couldn't sleep?" The words were so quiet he almost didn't catch them. He couldn't think of anything to say other than "Pretty much. You said you had some of my stuff?" She glanced up and nodded and then motioned with her hand to follow her. "Yeah I do, let's go to my office."

* Lyle walked slowly behind her in hopes that he could spend more time with her. The base was a big place and he still managed to feel claustrophobic. When you were with him it didn't feel so bad. You might not have much to say to him outside of work-related stuff but Lyle was happy with any conversation because it meant he didn't have to be alone in his thoughts.

* When you got to your office door you fumbled with your keys and dropped them. Before you could lean down Lyle had his hand on your shoulder and stooped down to pick them up for you. Your face felt hot again and he made your heart rate pick up. His big hands were slow and gentle as he placed your keys back in your hand. "I didn't want you to spill your drink. Here." You take the keys and hold them firmly this time to not let them slip through your hands. You unlock the door and walk in, making sure to remind Lyle of the height of the doorway.

* "Just watch your head okay, I don't want you to hurt yourself. The new height is going to take some getting used to." Lyle was grateful for the reminder and ducked his head carefully. He watched as you hurried around your desk and set your drink down. "So I didn't personally collect your things, if something is missing please let me know and I'll do my best to find it for you. The cleaners were under strict orders not to throw anything out."

* You placed a box on your desk and waved Lyle closer. He took a peak inside and looked over what belongings he had left behind. A couple of magazines (thankfully nothing dirty he thought as he snuck another glance at y/n). There were some clothes, his dog tags, a jar of protein powder, and his wallet. Nothing of particular importance to him now that he was in a new body. He picked up the small leather wallet and opened it to see his driver's license. His hand started to tremble and he felt his anxiety spike again.

* He was never going to be human again. He was never going to drive his car, wear his clothes, or do anything "normal" ever again. His mission was the only thing that mattered now and his breathing hitched. Y/n could only watch as Lyle's face distorted into a panicky expression.

* You weren't one to normally touch people you didn't know very well but you wanted to do something to comfort him. So you walked to his side and put your hand on his lower back and reached up with your other one to grab the wallet out of his hand. You seemed to have startled him from his trance and his arm jerked away from you involuntarily. You step back and start apologizing profusely.

* "I'm sorry I shouldn't have-" Lyle brings his hand back and grabs your hand gently. "No, you're fine... I just... Thank you for pulling me out of my thoughts again. It's just-" You grasp his hand back and interrupt him for a change. "Just going to take some getting used to. You don't have to explain yourself but I do want you to know that we have a trauma counselor available. I think it would be a good resource for you and maybe some of the others." You pause and when he doesn't reject the idea you continue quietly. " I just know that when things happen that way, it can be nice to talk to someone about it."

* You remove your other hand from his back and put it over his blue one, sandwiching him between your tiny palms. "I want you to know... I am also here. I know I keep saying it but it's just... I guess." You shake your head frustrated and unable to find the right way to word your intentions.

* Lyle throws his wallet back in the box and kneels down in front of you, his hand still entrapped in yours. He looked like he wanted to say something but he let out a rough sigh. He was also trying to figure out how to word his intentions. You fidgeted a little with his hand and he heard your breathing hitch a bit. He worried for a minute that he was holding you too tight but quickly realized it was your sudden proximity that had you nervous. Lyle backed up, but you kept ahold of his hand which he took as a sign that you didn't want him to leave.

* "Can I stay with you? I really don't want to go back to the dorms right now. You... You make me feel safe y/n and right now everything is just... Fuck." He brings his other hand up and covers his face in shame. He was so forward and sounded so much needier than he wanted to. She probably thought he was pathetic or clingy or weird or all of the above. He held his breath and waited for you to tell him to get lost. Instead, when that never came he glanced at your face.

* You looked about as anxious as he did at that moment which gave him some relief. You were undeniably happy that Lyle had come to see you again. Granted the circumstances weren't great but you were glad he was here. You couldn't get him out of your head either and you felt the incredible urge to hide your face with your hands, which at the moment were tied up with his.

* So instead you quietly mumbled, "I don't think you'd fit in my bed." Lyle let out a small laugh and covered his mouth with his hand. "I wasn't asking to sleep with you, but it's nice to know that's an option even if your bed wouldn't hold me." You pulled your bottom hand away from his and covered as much of your face as you could with your fingers. "That's not what I meant and you know it!" Lyle couldn't help but smile at how embarrassed you looked with your hand covering your pretty face.

* "Don't hide beautiful, I'm just teasing." He pulls your hand back and gives you a small kiss on your knuckles before laughing at your expression. Lyle had a feeling that as long as he had you, things would be just fine.