"its aaall for you baby," while you hold me by the hips and lower me onto you inch by inch <3
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"its aaall for you baby," while you hold me by the hips and lower me onto you inch by inch <3
“What could go wrong, you said.”
“I hate you.”
Simon usually isn’t this…interested infatuated anyone. There were plenty of other canine hybrids on base, and you were the one that caught his eye.
It wasn’t from big theatrics (that’s Johnny’s doing), but it came from minuscule exchanges.
You didn’t cower at his height, instead you challenged it appropriately. Straightening your back when he gets too close, head held up high to meet his gaze.
“You don’t scare me, L.T.,” You told him one time, practically backing him into a corner. “Just because you’re a big scary bloke doesn’t mean you get whatever you want.” Simon wanted to raise his hackles, he really did, but something about you made him shiver from excitement. He had to fight to keep his tail still.
The Taskforce had known him to be a massive angry thing, until one night, they saw you dragging him out of the training room by his scruff—for whatever reason. He could easily throw you off, which made them mildly confused. “Is the bastard tame now?” Johnny whispered to Kyle, who only shrugged in response and continued to spar.
Your ears were pinned back to your head and your bristled tail brushed up against Simon’s legs as you led him out. “I don’t understand why you keep pulling this shit, Riley. You’re like a-a feral pup!” You seethed. He shrugged nonchalantly, but his tail was practically a damn propellor.
The wolf was exactly where he wanted to be.
I gotta ask Tumblr something because the pigeons deserve nice things.
How often do you think nice things at pigeons?
Every time you see a pigeon.
Once a day.
Once a week.
Once a month.
Few times a year.
Once a year.
I've literally never done this
I need answers. Give me answers.
has anyone done this before
I feel like both Clark and Diana talk abt Bruce like he's a skrunkly wet cat. However, they show their affection for their bestie very differently:
Diana, holding Bruce up by his cape: stinky stinky bastard man >:)
Clark: Noooooo! D! Don't be meannn! He's not stinky 🥺
Bruce, wondering what the fuck is happening: ...