I was wondering if I could request a small fic pt 2. of Creature Commandos Weasel x child turned weasel reader?
Where the team is all meeting for the first time and their reaction to Weasel and little weasel✨
I just think it would be super cute like reader is just like “oh friends!!🥰” But the others are just like “what is thatttt💀”
☆ "You Have... a Kid?!-" — Weasel & Child!Reader ☆
Genre: Platonic/Familial || they/them pronouns for reader || Warning for mild swearing
A/N: To everyone who's been asking for a sequel fic for a while; I deeply apologize for not doing it sooner T_T best way I can explain is it's complicated. Here's the part one for those who need it
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In the cell containing various mutant life, one member was notably missing. There wasn't any of the usual distant sounds of gagging, snarling, or even the maiming of the sixth pillow in a day. What there was instead was the sound of an attempted Jenga game clattering across the floor, a man of bronze metal having thrown it to the side. The black and green scientist before him groaned, rubbing his eyes sockets "That's the third game, G.I." "G.I. Robot had eliminated the nazis" the robot claimed simply, sitting back in his seat. "Right, right. Nina, you deal with him" Dr. Phosphorus said, getting up from the table
Nina began re-stacking the blocks, asking aloud, "Has anyone seen Weasel? He's been gone a while". "Good," Bride spoke up from her corner of the room "Means he isn't in here shittin' on all our stuff". "He's with his lawyer" Dr. Phosphorus answered as Nina sat to continue the next Jenga round. "Usually those visits only take about an hour. It's been closer to three" Nina frowned, moving the top block and placing it to the side
Just then, approaching voices were heard from outside. The lock on the door began to rattle. "There's your answer" Bride said. But when the door swung open, what came in instead was something that looked a lot like Weasel, except... smaller? Much smaller. Uncoordinated, wide eyes, fuzzy form, a spitting image. "The hell-" Phosphorus began, leaning over to see it better "Don't tell me that thing found a lady Weasel". "Nothing like that," Elizabeth Bates began, stepping into the doorframe "This.. is your new cellmate"
"What is it" Bride asked, looking at the small furry creature with displeased curiosity. The creature skittered in on all fours, hands uncoordinated and flailing a bit as they did so. They went over to G.I. first, sniffing at his arm. The robot squinted, attempting to run a scan, but they ran off too fast. They bounded over to Nina, who reached down a hand to pet them a bit as Elizabeth continued. "A patient at the site of John Doe's case was found. The DNA traced back to his saliva, and I requested to have them housed together"
"So he spit on a kid and now it's our problem? Great" Phosphorus said. "The results showed a similar genetic pattern to lycanthropy," Elizabeth responded "It's not making it easy on his case, but there is a connection between the two of them". The child scampered along, bounding up to Bride excitedly. Her steely gaze made them freeze, and they slowly backed up, instead heading straight for Dr. Phosphorus
"I wouldn't do that, kid-" Phosphorus said, trying to step back. The kid kept running over, eager to greet the radioactive man. Before their little snout could make contact, they were suddenly lifted off the ground. Weasel was back in the room, and he gave a big sigh of relief. He was able to lift the kid by their scruff before they could be hurt. He squinted at Phosphorus, growling as he turned away. "Don't give me that shit, I was making sure it wouldn't bite me" Phosphorus grumbled
"Poor thing," Nina said softly, watching Weasel carry them to his little corner. He plopped down, placing down the kid, who proceeded to roll around and curl up in his arms. "So this has to stay with us now? You expect us to take care of two of that thing?" Bride asked, pointing to Weasel. "I know, I know, but this is the only way I could get them somewhere safe. They were just going to experiment on them otherwise" Elizabeth answered.
G.I. focused on the game between him and Nina, while Nina herself kept sympathetically glancing at the new kid. Being a child, labeled as a monster... it hit much too close to home. "I think we can take care of them. It seems like Weasel's doing better with them around" she said hopefully. The kid was currently curled up right at Weasel's side, who was cradling them close and sniffing them to make sure they were okay. He gave a little murmur, tucking their head under his chin as he closed his eyes
"I'm not cleaning up after that thing" Phosphorus said. "There's nothing more I can do" Elizabeth reinstated firmly "So you might as well get comfortable with them". With that, she stepped out of the room, and the door was shut once more. Phosphorus glanced to Bride, who scoffed "This is such bullshit". "Come on, Bride, they're just a kid" Nina said "The least we can do is take it easy on them". Bride huffed, rolling her eyes, but she stifled any further comments
"Friend Nina," G.I. robot called. Nina turned back, removing another block so the mechanical soldier could take his turn. Her gaze kept occasionally flicking back to the little one Weasel was protecting. He was much calmer than his usual glassy-eyed snarling, it was... almost sweet. She took a deep breath, deciding to focus on the game for now. She made a mental note to check on both of them later on. For now, at least, they seemed happy
seeing as Halloween and october are my favorite times of the year, you can order a sweet treat at the Fright Night Park with any of the following characters!
Stephen Holder ᯓ Rick Flag Jr ᯓ Kurgan ᯓ Hank Anderson ᯓ Raymond Reddington(only🍫& 🍭 available for him!) ᯓ Nick Stokes ᯓ Warrick Brown ᯓ Kaiman(Dorohedoro) ᯓ Aikawa(Dorohedoro).
note; you can send me requests for this event all year round! it's my favorite time of year, so there's no end to the fun!
ᯓCANDY TYPES; (pairings for in the park).
🍬 -— scare actor(character) x scare actor(reader).
🍭-— patron(character) x scare actor(reader).
🍿 -— patron(reader) x scare actor(character).
🍫-— regular couple visiting & having fun.
(as a little extra clarification,, this event is aimed at things like corn mazes, free roaming scare actors in an amusement park, haunted houses and similar things!)
SUMMARY: There’s no place in Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Girls for frills and softness. Weasel may not be the scariest of men, but he’s made sure his place of business is filled with them. So what’s a girl like that doing in a place like this?
CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Weasel/OFC
WORD COUNT: 535
WARNINGS: threat of gun violence
The door to Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Girls slammed open, but not a soul paid it any mind. The mercenaries littered about the room busied themselves with booze, brawling, and buffoonery as pink lace and ruffles skipped into the dingy barroom.
Over at the bar, Weasel's attention was kept from noticing the new patron by an ornery customer refusing to be cut off. The drunkard stepped around the bar end, attempting to throw a friendly arm around the scrawny man. But the click of a gun being cocked stopped him short.
"You're gonna wanna step on back to the other side there, Buck," Weasel warned, voice tight underneath a layer of forced nonchalance. "You know I don't allow people behind my bar."
Buck raised his hands in concession and went back to his seat grumbling. Weasel let out a relieved breath, stowing away the gun he'd once again forgotten to buy bullets for.
Back in his seat, Buck was quick to complain once more despite the recent threat—after all, at Sister Margaret's a threat on one's life was more common than a friendly word. "You're mighty lucky we like you, Tiny Tim. Gimme just one more beer? Least I des'rve for you practically scarin' me sober."
Both men knew Weasel had done nothing of the sort—the bartender's demeanor was far from matching that of his clientele, and the gun was more a reminder of the rules than an actual weapon—but he appreciated Buck's attempt at pretending. "Fine, fine," Weasel gave in, pulling a pint and setting it down just in time for a small body to crash into his in a surprise hug.
"Wessy!!" A small oof escaped him upon impact, but Weasel covered it with an embarrassed chuckle. The young woman pulled away from the embrace and stretched up on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. "I missed you!"
"Pix, I told you to stop calling me that in front of the customers," Weasel griped, wiping away the smudge of pink lipstick he already knew marked him with a rag. Trying to hide his blush, Weasel picked up a glass and began cleaning it. "You've been gone for two whole days this time. I'm basically a damsel in distress now, serving all these scoundrels and ne'er-do-wells on my own."
Pixie let out a peal of delighted laughter at his words, "I don't even work here!" Still, she ducked into the back to fish out an apron and a stool so that she could join the bartender.
"Hey, why does she get to go behind the bar no problem, and I get the business end of a piece?" Buck groused, setting down his drink after downing half.
"Because," Weasel declared, pointing the dirty rag at the man, "you aren't cute as a button." He paused. "Also, I go stupid every time she so much as looks at me and forget to tell her no."
Buck barked a laugh and lifted his drink, "You're so fuckin' weak."
"Oh, I'm well aware, my friend." Pouring himself a shot, Weasel clinked his glass to Buck's and downed the clear liquid. "I'm just glad Wade's off on some bullshit job. He's insufferable whenever Pixie's around."
I am tired again even though it isn’t even 6pm yet but I’m also lonely and I want more requests to work on when I wake up so feel free to send some in or ask some questions to keep me busy 💕
I’ll try to make a list of all the characters I write for some time soon
I walked up to the bar, smirking at a slightly pissed Weasel.
“A tequila please!” I chuckled as I sat down on the stool. He sighed as he prepared it and passed it onto me.
“You better have your money!” He explained after I finished my drink.
“You know what, take my wallet, keep the change!” I huffed as I slid it across the counter to a now smiling Weasel. I got up and waved goodbye at him as I scurried out of the bar. He opened it and found absolutely nothing.
Summary: Hi there! I am very new to your blog but I’ve been reading a lot of your stuff and I think your writing is super good!!! I was just wondering if I could make a Weasel (Deadpool) request? Something like the reader’s ex shows up at Sister Margaret’s one night and Weasel takes him outside to keep the regulars from killing him. Reader goes to make sure no one gets hurt and overhears Weasel saying cute stuff? And fluff maybe? Sorry that’s so long but I hope it makes sense! Please and cheese and thank.
“Words are said, cheeks are kissed, people are touched, love is created.” -Abby (I feel this is something Wade would say xD)
Characters: Reader, Weasel, Emily, Chuck, Max
Fandom: Marvel- Deadpool
Word Count: 743
Requested: @ging-snapped
AN: The title makes no sense I know but whatever this is mine so ha! I’m sorry… Enjoy Ginger Cheese :)
“Hey Y/N do you mind taking this to table 7?” Weasel asked me.
“Am I getting paid for this?” I joked but grabbed the tray of drinks nonetheless.
“Thanks jellybean,” Chuck said as I handed the drinks out.
“No problem Chucky,” I smiled and walked back to the bar, only to freeze as soon as I turned.
It was her. How did she find me? Why is she here? I asked myself.
“You okay jelly?” Max asked.
“Y-yeah just uh fine,” I stumbled out, I was about to walk somewhere other than the bar but I had been spotted.
“Y/N!” I winced a little.
“H-hey Emily,” I forced a smile onto my face.
“Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you but you never answered,” she stormed towards me.
“I uh- why have you been calling me?” I stepped back a little.
“We need to talk,” she said looking at me. “Babe, we can work this out okay? We had our little ‘break’ and now that you’ve gotten over it we can start over,” she demanded, a smile on her face.
“Em-” I started.
“Don’t say anything. We should leave this place and go to dinner and then back home and we can rekindle what we lost,” she grabbed my hand and I yelped.
Chuck, Max and everyone else in the bar stood up and aimed their guns at her. Emily looked around with wide eyes but didn’t let go of my hand.
“Wo wo wo, guys we can’t just kill a civilian in here,” Weasel walked over to us and gently returned my hand to me. “Why don’t uh why don’t you and I have a talk yeah?” he lead Emily outside.
Once Emily left everyone put their guns away and everything went back to normal.
“You okay Jelly?” Chuck asked.
“Yeah, thanks guys,” I smiled at everyone. “Next round’s on me,” I announced, they all cheered.
I walked over to the bar and took over for Weasel. I would help it out at the bar whenever I was here, which was often now.
I was serving drink for a while now and decided to check on Weasel, to make sure neither of them was dead or severely injured. I had one of the girls take over while I went out front.
I had just barely opened the door when I heard something I never thought I would have.
“…I get it I do. Y/N’s a wonderful person and you want her all to yourself but you can’t have her. You really shouldn’t have been with her to begin with. She didn’t deserve what you did to her and I wasn’t surprised when she ended it with you,” I stood there waiting for what came next. “You have to leave, not only from here but from her life. I don’t want the purest most beautiful person I know to be corrupted by someone like you.”
“Someone like me? You do know she is surrounded by mercenaries right? Those guys in there literally kill for a living and you don’t want ME to corrupt her?” Emily exclaimed.
“No one in there would ever hurt Y/N. She’s part of the family, as mest up as it is, she belongs with us,” Weasel said.
“With you right?” Em’s voice dripped with sarcasm and jealousness.
“If she’ll have me then yeah,” I covered my mouth at his confession.
“She’ll never be with you!” Em yelled.
“As long as she’s not with you dude,” Weasel laughed a little. “You should leave before they come out and decide to end you,” Weasel opened the door and I froze.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hey,” he replied with that smile I fell in love with.
“They miss your jokes,” I pointed towards the bar.
“Back to it then huh,” he looked down.
“Hey Weasel,” I was looking down at the floor. “Do you wanna get something to eat later?”
“Sure thing Jellybean,” I looked up to see him wearing the biggest goofiest smile on his face.
“Can’t wait,” I kissed him n the cheek and walked over to the bar.
“Woooo!” “Yeah!” everyone started cheering and banging on the tables.
“Alright,” Weasel laughed, “come on guys that’s enough.”
He was by my side now, captain of his ship once more. He would touch me on my lower back every once in awhile when he passed by me.
This would be the start of something great.
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「 ꜜsummary,, requested by a lovely anon; "listen ok in exchange for my undying loyalty may I merhaps request Hank/Kurt/Kurgan (whoever strikes your fancy ofc) with a plus size reader?" so here are some of my thoughts on this.. author notes at the end. 」
「 ꜜcontent,, Kurgan being nasty (duh) ⭑ Kurt fattening you up ⭑ Kurt's slight breeding kink(?) ⭑ Kelvin's housewife kink ⭑ Bush Nation loving Weasel ⭑ Munch™️ Kurgan (duh) ⭑ stretch marks & descriptions of the way fatty skin moves ⭑ not beta'd yet i'm tired lol. ꜜwc,, 0,9k. 」
it's a fetish of his, really. 99% of the time will only go for chubby/thick women. he's into them in almost a nasty kinda way.
mainly; it's more skin for him to mark and grip on. i feel like he's also ridiculously obsessed with stretch marks and the way the skin ripples easily. the way that fattier skin just, sits? absolutely hypnotised by it.
he's got that easy strength that makes him not really care about the weight in that aspect. he just wants to suffocate between those thick, meaty and supple thighs, honestly.
is obscenelyyyy into the look as well, of a short & chubby woman. loves to tower over you, + he lovesss the contrasting image it provides-- his ridiculously tall figure, beside your short one? he's 10000% outer worldly horny over it.
KURT CALDWELL , dexter: new blood.
kurt loves a thicker woman in the sense that he loves to fatten you up with his cooking. tucked away in his warm, welcoming home, thick & jiggly legs in his lap after you've both eaten. yeah, that's heaven there.
he especially doesn't care that much about weight cause he's on the rounder side. so he knows unless he gets on his own ass, he isn't in any place to comment on anything.
god, laying in bed while spooning? his favorite place to either splay his thick fingers or gently rub patterns is absolutely your soft stomach. loves it, and deep down-- might even want to see it swollen with a kid of his own. but with his age, that's more of a fantasy rather than something he would actually act on.
HANK ANDERSON , detroit: become human.
hank really doesn't care. like kurt, he knows with his own figure that he can't be one to judge. he doesn't care to judge-- he's always liked women with a softer, rounder figure anyway.
he feels too old for younger, skinny women anyways-- he'd feel weird or a little uncomfortable that he's taking advantage somehow-- even if they're more into him than he is.
like kurt again-- he loves the soft, plush fatty skin way more to hug or love on. it feels so good to just grab a handful, rather than have his big hands look giant on less fatty skin/skinnier frame.
WEASEL , thunder alley 1985.
oh fuck he loves thick women. thick in every place-- jiggly upper arms, stretch mark covered thighs or tits, thick calves, broad back-- the way your skin spills over/or out of your bra band? that's the shit.
added bonus points (given his looks + the time period) if you don't shave. he's definitely got a thing for hairy women-- and definitely loves to be met with a full bush down there.
if you're wearing shorts, his eyes are constantly glued to the way your they hug your thighs-- the way the skin spills out from under them. and when you inner thighs chafe bad? good ol' Weasel will be moreeee than happy to get down between them and soothe that rough & rubbed, deliciously plush & fatty skin...
KELVIN INMAN , lost tv.
oh god-- Kelvin loves thick women with the idea of a chubby wife back at home.
to come home to you, softly dancing in the kitchen with an apron hugging your waist, accentuating your curves and soft figure? whatever meal that's being prepared can wait-- cause you're the only meal he sees.
given that he's in the military, he's got a relatively easy, but hard earned strength. he loves to show you that no matter how thick-- he can and will handle you.
his favorite way to relax? your thick juicy thighs straddling his hips while sitting in his lap, as he drags his hands all over you. depending on the time or the day-- it could be sexual. usually though, it's just love-filled adoration and admiration. he loves to worship every damn inch.
「 authors note,, it's late at night, but i wanted to post my main and scrappy ideas on this request, cause hhh i do lovee these thoughts 🫠. ꜜtaglist,, (tagging all CB taglists; @plvtozz @bluephoenix0702 @ethqnwinters @skully-skeleton-bone0106 @blackbeautyiloveyouso @yallgotkik @womb-complex @Squ4respace @corviluna @bichvanderlinde . 」
