What To Do If You Suddenly Find Yourself Homeless

No girl should ever be ashamed of her body type, all girls of all body types are so pretty it’s breathtaking and those are facts.

Monster! 141 x Human Neighbor Reader

A small snip i needed to get off my chest.

Heavily inspired by @docdudo and @qwimblenorrisstan

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, fluff

You're neighbors, task force 141, are a really nice hybrid couples. They never really disturb you or even bigoted towards you, since you are a human (one of the many few that are left).

Anyways, one day there is a knock on your door, you open it and there is Wraith! Simon.

He looks like he hasn't slept in a while, there are stains on his clothing.

"Can I help you-"

"You're human right? Not a selkie?".

You looked and him with a puzzled looked, "as far... as I know".

Simon sighed, "Come with me".

Which leads you were you are now, inside this massive home, where hell you couldn't even climb up on the sofa without help.

There are loud groaning and shushing, and a very unhappy baby cry.

You see Dragonborn! Price outside on the balcony smoking.

Harpy! Gaz rocking a very human baby back and forth, trying to calm it.

And Werewolf! Soap waving a toy in the baby's face.

Werewolf! Soap is the first one to notice your small appearance, your recognizable scent fills the room.

Harpy! Gaz sighs in relief seeing your form, "thank you so much for coming by, we've tried everything- she just won't settle down".

In his arms (?) Is a baby girl, looked about fourish months.

Wraith! Simon speaks up, "we know it's probably not your thing. But you're human and she is humam- can you please help".

You looked around awkwardly, "I can try my best".

You checked her diaper, clean. Tried feeding her, she wasn't hungry. But it was the way she was sucking the bottle that made you notice something in her mouth.

The boys watched your every move, Werewolf! Soap watching you interact with "his pup" and Dragonborn! Price keeping a close eye on your every move.

"Um i found the issue- she is teething-".

Werewolf! Soap let out a long 'oh', immediately rushing to the freezer and pulling out a small dogtoy?.

You shaked your head, "no she needs acual teething products- like, human or soft teeth based ones".

You pull out your phone showing the boys small business that cater for humans.

"You can also buy human clothing on here too, some... hybrid clothing doesn't actually cover what human clothing has- like insulation, breathable-".

Harpy! Gaz and Wraith! Simon were listening intently, thinking about your opinions as a human.

Meanwhile Werewolf! Soap and Dragonborn! Price immediately are thinning about adding you to their pack.

sorry bro I didn't hear your bit I got a little distracted reflecting upon my inadequacies

Ghost decides after one blind date that you're going to be his.

>>>>>

Simon isn't used to dating. A quick hook up in the loo, sure. A drunken one night stand? He's had too many of those to count. But proper courting? Hell, it's been years, maybe a decade, since he's taken a bird out on an actual date.

It's probably going to be a disaster, but he gave Johnny his word he'd go out with his bird's best friend, so he can't back out now. He'll just have to grit his teeth and power through it.

His sour outlook for the evening is forgotten the second he sees you walk in with Johnny's bird. You're no tipsy tart on the pull, like the birds he's used to dealing with. You're a proper lady, dolled up nice for your date with him. It makes his chest feel tight when he gets a good look at your pretty face and nervous little smile.

His usual gruff manner is obviously not going to fly with you, so he quickly tries to recall the mannerisms he's seen his captain use around women. He gets to his feet with Johnny when the two of you reach the table, trying his best to look less intimidating.

Johnny introduces the two of you, and Simon melts inside when he takes your soft little hand in his for the first time. His brain goes fuzzy, dark eyes glazing over, and he's not sure what he says when he greets you, but it earns him a smile.

"It's really nice to meet you, Simon," are the first words you say to him.

Your voice is soft and sweet, and the way you say his name? Oh, he's gonna need to hear more of that, and often.

For the first time in a long time, Simon's worried about what someone thinks of him. He's worried he'll put you off with his harsh manner. So, he minds his words and gentles his tone. He slows his steps to match your pace and tucks your small hand at his elbow to keep you close and safe. He's holding doors and pulling out your chair. He compliments your dress and hair.

And when your heel catches on the sidewalk and you stumble, he doesn't bark a laugh or say something mean, wouldn't bloody dream of it. No, he catches you before you fall, and all that softness in his hands makes something shift in his brain. You're such a fragile little thing, delicate as spun sugar. You need a big nasty mutt like him to protect you, take care of you, and he's more than willing to do the job.

When the date is over, Simon sees you home, and you kiss him on your front stoop. It's not all groping hands and tangling tongues. It's a gentle press of lips, his big hands cradling your face, the sweet intimacy making his eyes flutter shut. He's floating when he finally gets back in his truck and drives himself home.

Instead of going to bed, Simon begins to formulate a plan of strategy. He figures it'll take a few more dates before you invite him into your flat, and several more after that before you invite him into your bed, then eventually into your life. It might take months, even a year or more. That's alright, though. If his years in the military have taught him anything, it's patience.

Simon knows how to play the long game. He'll go at your pace, let you get used to having him around, then make himself indispensable to you. No one will treat you as good, meet your every need and desire the way he will. He won't stop until he is your world, your reason for being. Your everything.

And when enough time has passed, he'll claim you completely as his. He's going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, then tuck you away safe and sound in one of those cute country cottages he looked up online. You'll be his little missus, and he'll be your tamed beast, keeping his teeth and claws hidden but at the ready.

By the time he arrives at your flat the next evening for your second date, he's already got your engagement ring in his safe at home and the names of your future children picked out.

And when you text him the day after to invite him for dinner, the new name he replaced yours with pops up on his screen.

It says 'Missus Riley', of course.

-

You do not owe your partner(s) sex. I mostly see this passed around in the asexual community, and it absolutely needs emphasis there, but this applies to anyone of any orientation. You never owe your partner(s) sex under any circumstance.

If your sex drive or libido is lower than your partner’s, you may feel obligated to “keep up” with them to make them happy. But you have a right to say no, or not be in the mood, or be too tired, or just not want to right now. Your partner(s) should respect your right to say no and your bodily autonomy.

If your partner(s) try to harass, manipulate, or coerce you into having sex when you say no, they’re an asshole. Having said yes in the past does not mean you can never say no. It is not your responsibility or obligation to provide sex. You do not need to violate your own boundaries to make someone else happy. Your partner(s) should respect your right to say no, and if they don’t, they don’t deserve you.

Your body belongs to you, and you decide what’s best for your sexual health. Happy Pride

do guys even like small tits

Rain mocking his run 😭

I was originally looking for a reference on Pinterest but I saw this and went, “Oh, hey, that’s the daily König sketch, yup.”

:D)

what if one day you're so tired of all the bullying and your whole body can't handle it anymore and isn't even able to react to any of it.

and of course they notice. why isn't their favorite crybaby doing her job right when they're making her do the upmost annoying and embarrassing things ever? it's frustrating. not even when they confront you directly you budge. it's just a nod and you go ahead to do whatever your bully superiors are making you do. now they notice something's wrong.

before, you used to whine a little bit or at least ask further about the task at hand, but not this time. they could tell in your tired eyes.

so, instead of punishing you after doing a half-decent job (since you were too tired to do it perfectly), they decide to please you for once.

after a late night cleaning, they are looking directly at you. you get slightly nervous, asking "did i do something wrong again...?" just to get the complete opposite response you were expecting.

perhaps ghost sits on a table and drags you towards him as he and soap take off your clothes. ghost holds you tight, making sure you won't run away but also caressing some soft spots around your body that make you flinch.

then soap's comment, "wet for us, eh bonnie?" makes you blush in embarrassment and shamefulness due to the way your legs are spread wide for his view. even though you want to look away, ghost holds onto your chin and makes you look at him, smirking at those soft eyes looking at him, the new tears that he's been longing for slowly falling down.

sigh i’m a little bitch and i love making assholes a little sweet because yeah, the minute they see they’ve pushed their precious baby too far it’s all whispered words of praise and absolute worship until you can only sob their names, no longer even capable of producing tears

(they’d make out together whilst eating you out)