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thekeeperof-thefandoms · 7 hours

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HAZBIN CHARACTERS IF YOU GOT A CAT

This is a follow up to my aninal lover post.

Alastor

Confused as to where you got an actual cat in Hell.

At least it's not a dog.

Will say he doesn't like cats and complain about it getting fur everywhere but constantly has the cat near him while he's boradcasting, idly petting it.

If the cat is a menace and knocks things over a lot, especially while he's broadcasting he's using his shadows to restrain it or throw it out.

He literally makes a shadow cage for it sometimes when it has zoomies and attacks his feet.

Is annoyed with you for laughing and calling it "baby jail".

The cat better be useful and actually hunt the pests around the hotel.

He's feeding it flesh as a treat guys. Just accept it.

Charlie

OMG YOU HAVE A CAT!!! AN ACTUAL CAT!

She wants your cat and Kiki to be best friends.

Buys all of the cat toys. Expensive multi level cat trees. She cooks for it.

If it's not a cuddler, she's willing to suffer dozens of scratches just to hold it.

Has dozens of nicknames for your cat and spoils it all the time with treats.

Vox

Prefers dogs probably, but won't complain about the cat because it's more practical for people who are as busy as you all are.

He's mildly annoyed by all the cat hair everywhere, especially if it gets in his wiring or joints. Is also annoyed because he generates heat and hums from his mechanical parts, so the little shit literally won't leave him alone. It's hard to be an intimidating Overlord when there's a ball of floof on your lap/chest, and it purrs really loud to match your humming.

He swears he doesn't enjoy it, and you can hear him scolding the cat like it's a child whenever it does something, it shouldn't. Also has a kennel/cat carrier made to put the child, he means cat, in timeout. Threatens to feed it to his sharks while he watches it bap the tank glass for hours.

Buys it little ties and suits with his colors and logo on it since the damn thing wants to be with him at all times. If the child (cat) wants to come to meetings it's gonna dress the part. The cat is literally your child with him he just refuses to acknowledge it.

Valentino

Let's go with him not being the type of guy to shoot a pet for being annoying.

At first, Valentino doesn't like it because he just isn't an animal person. Like I said before he likes the idea of them more than actually having one. He does get annoyed with cat hair on everything and the little shit knocking things over.

However, let's say this cat is very sweet and snuggly. I think overtime he'd get used to it and begin to enjoy petting it and snuggling it. Maybe you, him, and the cat, all cuddled up to watch a movie. It helps him relax, especially if the cat is purring. He's also the type to dress it up and take photos with it.

Overall, I definitely think it's still more your pet than his, but he doesn’t hate it, and it does help him a lot, and he enjoys seeing you happy.

Lucifer

Cat dad. Immediately commits to that being your first child together. Like Charlie he will suffer unholy amounts of scratches to pet and cuddle it. Buys it fancy clothes and collars. Cooks homemade food for it. That's how I view it going down no matter where or how you acquired the cat.

However,

Honestly, he's probably the only one where you suggest outright getting a pet and pick out the cat together. You didn't even know an actual normal cat was an option for a pet in Hell, but he surprises you by taking you to some fancy ass place where high ranking demons have collected things from the mortal world and sell them. Running an actual high class, well documented, and strictly maintained cat breeding business, is a cat demon, and you two spend days meeting different litters of kittens and interacting with them in various scenarios to get a feel for their personality.

You guys definitely get a snuggler, because Lucifer really needs as much extra love as he can get. He excitedly tells Charlie she and Kiki are big siblings now and posts dozens of pictures on day one of owning it. You guys have a family portrait with the cat, Charlie, Vaggie, Razzle, and Kiki.

Refers to it as his child when speaking and calls himself dad and you mom (regardless of gender. You're mom)

Alternatively, he's mom and you're the father. He thinks gender norms are bullshit anyway. He can be a mom, he can shapeshift. (Also ya know, he apparently birthed Charlie).

Charlie loves her new feline sibling and brings Kiki and Razzle over to play all the time. It helps her spend more time with her dad too.

Angel Dust

He's a pet mom too! Will bring Fat Nuggets with him to play with your cat.

You guys dress them up and do photo shoots with your cats. Angel has an entire social media account now dedicated just to your cat and Fat Nuggets and eventually the other Hotel Pets.

He likes that both your cat and Nuggets can tell when he's had a bad day, and therefore you can tell. He likes that you can just sit with him in quiet solidarity, or play music, or a podcast, or just talk shit to distract him. He loves Cherri, but her method of getting through stuff is kind of exhausting for him sometimes.

Your voice, a kitty purring (if only it was Husk), Nuggets nuzzling his floof, that's kind of all he needs right now.

Husk

He and the cat just stare at each other, sometimes for hours, just staring. The cat will make little chirps, and he'll do it back if he's not thinking about it.

If the cat hisses at him he hisses back.

Skippity baps. The cat started it, he swears, and he just bapped it back.

Both of them high and catnip with zoomies. So much shit gets knocked down. Alastor strictly forbids Husk to ever get near the stuff again afterwards.

Alternatively, he, Kiki, and your cat, sprawled in a patch of sunlight, and all purring as they doze.

#hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #vox x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk

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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 month

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pink unicorn

inspired by this adorable video of drew

words: 600

warnings: dad!rafe, mom!reader, very soft and fluffy

“rafe.” you sigh, rubbing your forehead with your fingertips, eyes flicking between his hunched over frame and your daughter. “she doesn't even want it anymore! she's moved on.”

you watch as rosie occupies herself with your phone, giggling every time she presses the button to turn the screen on and off, looking at the picture of herself and rafe on your lock screen.

“she said she wanted it, im going to get it.” rafe grunts, putting more coins into the claw machine. he tries for a fifth time to get the pink unicorn stuffie that your three year old became obsessed with having for an entire minute before moving on to the next sparkly thing.

“baby, come on.” you groan. you knew when you married him that rafe was stubborn, thankfully it didn't rub off on your daughter, who is the happiest and most agreeable little girl you've ever seen.

“my princess deserves whatever she wants, including this stupid-” rafe jerks the claw machine “fucking- stuffie.”

he groans when the claw machine grips the unicorn, only for it to fall before he can navigate it back to the shoot.

“rafey, please. you've been at this for like five minutes. we can just buy her a unicorn stuffie.” you don't point out that she already owns probably twenty similar ones.

“one more try.” rafe glances at your daughter, frowning when she really is completely disinterested in the toy.

“okay. then can we keep going?” you question. you were supposed to be walking around the mall to look for a present for a birthday party rosie got invited to, of course also getting distracted by everything along the way, rafe bending to whatever store rosie wanted to go into, whether it was candy or video games, anything bright that looked exciting.

“mama.” rosie whines, your phone now sitting on the floor.

“come here, baby.” you pick rosie up, grabbing your phone at the same time and slotting it into your pocket. some people try to tell you not to baby your toddler so much, but you love being able to carry her around and keep her close, dreading the day that she's too big for you to lift easily.

“daddy, wheres my unicorn?” she pouts as the claw drops the stuffed animal again. rafe just gives you a look as he loads more coins in.

“for real, babe, last try or we are going to the toy store and leaving you here.” you know rosie is just going to find a million things she wants inside of the toy store anyways, probably another five pink unicorns.

rafe nods, concentration overtaking his features. rosie cheers him on from your arms as he hooks the unicorn around the center, claw raising up and bringing it over to the shoot. it falls perfectly down, both rosie and rafe shouting in excitement.

rafe gets the pink unicorn out, holding it out for your daughter to hug into her little arms. “thank you daddy!”

“anything for you my little princess, come here.” rafe opens his arms as rosie practically launches herself from you to snuggle into his chest.

“i wanna introduce pinky to my other unicorns.” she babbes about having a big tea party as rafe glows just looking at her.

“of course.” rafe nods. “let's go home right now so me you and pinky can play together.” you don't point out how all of rosies pink toys share the same name.

“babe!” you call out, following rafe out of the mall towards the exit. “we still haven't gotten our gift!”

“ill order it on amazon!” he calls out as you catch up to him and his long strides.

“come on, mommy, i wanna play.” rosie pouts, face mimicking her expression with big pleading eyes.

“fine.” you sigh, unable to say no to either of them. “but you have to clean up your tea party when it's over!”

“yesss!” rafe pumps his fist in the air, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.

“and no real food! you’ll spoil your supper!”

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megistusdiary · 1 month

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Sugar Mommy! Arlecchino knows how to please fem reader gently after spoiling you from a shopping trip

Arlecchino is an intimidating woman. Even at her work, everyone was scared of her. Even when people took a short glance at her, they felt that its their last day already. But that is the opposite of you. You love women who can kill you by just them looking at you. When you two met, she knew she could trust you fully. After a short discussion about the sugar mommy/sugar baby situation, Arlecchino only wants to be in return is loyalty, but the intimacy is optional for you. Then you will get her wealth, but she will spoil you rotten.

So imagine, after spoiling you from a long shopping trip, Arlecchino noticed how much she reassures you that everything you ask for is okay to take the things you need, even if she spoils you, you still humbly refused for her spending so much on you, and she loves that and getting soft for you.

She also reassures you that you're doing fine on taking her slow and well. Soft sex is mostly her favorite, especially when she's aware of how big she is, which leads you to be a pillow princess. The way she holds your waist as she moves slowly into you til you take her entire cock slowly and whispers sweet praises to you in her native language. You'll ended up moaning softly and even accidentally slip out the word "Daddy" as she fucks you well.

And of couse, she's not going to pull out til she's satisfied to fill you with her cum in addition to spoil you. She's so good at doing aftercare by giving you many soft kisses and praising you a lot. You'll be her small spoon after <3

-☘️

size kink AND daddy kink whew... a feast for aris

PLEASEEE i need this so bad :( she would literally spoil you so well. anything you want. and if you refuse to ask, that's okay, she's very perceptive.

she knows when your eyes linger on something for slightly too long. or when your fingertips graze an item of clothing you are interested in.

she doesn't need you to tell her. she already knows, and she's swiping her credit card.

i absolutely adore size kinks with women sorry. the way arlecchino is so much taller than you, with nice toned arms and abs, perfect for holding your hips while she fucks you missionary on her expensive silk bed.

she might even enjoy sitting up and bouncing your hips for you on her cock, enjoying your little mewls with each movement of her hips.

oh, and if she buys you any jewelry, bonus points if that's the only thing you have on while she fucks you.

and, if she hears you call her daddy, her mind is turned to mush, mumbling in french in your ears about how sweet you are, how you're perfect for her.

when she finally fills you up, she keeps you on her lap, rubbing your back while she keeps you plugged up full of her cum. she kisses your cheek and neck, resting her chin on your head while you snuggle into her lap.

i need this 😵‍💫

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just-jordie-things · 1 year

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husband material

little things they do to make you feel that special wifey treatment ♡ requested by @happyweirdough went for headcanons on this one! featuring: satoru, megumi, yuuta, toge, kento, and suguru ___

GOJO SATORU ♡ holds your hand everywhere you go, even when it's kinda inconvenient because you're carrying your drink and your bag. if he has to, he'll settle for wrapping an arm around your waist and keeping you snug in his side. ♡ spoils you relentlessly. he's on a mission? he brings back all sorts of souvenirs and his favorite sweets to share with you. you're walking around town and look at something in a shop's window for two seconds? he's dragging you in. oh, and if you need to go shopping for clothes, expect it to take a while, because satoru's going to want to see everything you try on.

♡ definitely calls himself your husband on the regular. you don't figure this out until you meet some of his colleagues, and they ask how you could put up with being married to him. maybe you should be annoyed- but you think it's just so cute that satoru talks about you so much and refers to you as his wife, that you go along with it and don't tell him you know.

♡ after that, you definitely start seeing him in a new light. every time he insists on picking up the check, or paints the nails on your dominant hand for you, or carries your bags even if you only have one or two, you sort of start to think of him as your husband, too. ___

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

♡ megumi is so husband material and he's not even trying.

♡ all the little things you swoon over, he very much considers the bare minimum. surprising you with your favorite drink and pastry? picking up a copy of the book you'd been raving about ever since you'd read it so he could talk to you about it? letting you snuggle with some of his familiars when you've had a bad day, and even leaving a few rabbits with you to keep you company when he's on an assignment? good morning and goodnight texts even when you stayed with each other? this was all child's play! it was simply him trying to show you in every way he could how much he loved you.

♡ he's definitely the type to give you his jacket as soon as you shiver, even if he'd told you to bring a jacket because it would be cold. he'd never complain.

♡ i also feel like he always helps you with your jewelry, securing your necklaces or bracelets with gentleness and ease. probably places a kiss on the back of your neck or wrist after he does so.

♡ megumi's not huge on pda, but he does want everyone to know you're his. so expect him to stick close to you everywhere you go.

♡ he likes to call you his partner, because boyfriend/girlfriend just doesn't do your relationship justice. it's so much deeper than that. ___

OKKOTSU YUUTA

♡ this man is husband material and he knows it. he strives for it.

♡ sore from training or an assignment? he's drawing you a hot bath and massaging your achey muscles.

♡ cuddling on the couch watching a movie? you better be in his lap, but he'll pull you onto him if he has to.

♡ he's memorized your favorite everything. drink, snack, movie, color, book, animal- he's got it all down. he never has to ask for your order from anywhere. he already knows, and he's already ordering it when you say you're craving a certain place.

♡ cooks for you. whenever he can, as much as he can. he bakes, too, but he likes to do that together so he can watch you lick batter off your fingers ;)

♡ never misses an opportunity to remind you how much he loves you. yuuta is definitely prone to monologuing about how perfect you are, and how he wants to be by your side forever. (especially when he's drunk)

♡ if he's drunk, no matter who's around him, he's telling them all about you and how you're his soulmate. you adore it, you think it's the most romantic, most silly thing ever. your friends... they grow a little tired of it after the first five times or so.

♡ they do think it's kinda crazy you guys didn't just get married in high school, because you haven't stopped hanging off each other since you met. that's right, yuuta's been whipped since day one baby.

♡ but a true husband finds just the right moment, just the right atmosphere to pop that question ;) ___

INUMAKI TOGE

♡ big sweetheart. even bigger flirt.

♡ he has been flirting with you since you met and even after all this time he still finds ways to make you blush and giggle. compliments you even when you've just woken up and have bedhead. he's learned every hand sign for words of affirmation, even when you can't keep them all straight, you can tell by the way he's looking at you what he's trying to communicate.

♡ loves pda. lives for pda. what can he say? you have a very kissable face, and his hands love your body as much as his eyes do! not to mention, the benefit of your blushing, shy self when you're in public and he's found a moment to pull you in and steal a kiss is just too great.

♡ he's also pretty jealous. and if he could speak freely, he'd happily tell any man to look at you that he'll wring their neck <3 well... maybe he could anyways? cursed speech could be an advantage here...

♡ always trying to impress you. this means pushing himself in training, picking up origami, writing extensive love letters, filling the bed with rose petals... there's nothing he wouldn't do to make you smile. ___

NANAMI KENTO

♡ I think kento is the most husband of all these men, because he's not going to a part of any relationship that isn't completely series. this man is ready to settle down.

♡ if you go out together, expect classy dinner dates. but if you stay in, expect a relaxed evening with wine and reading together on the couch.

♡ when he holds your hand, he's always stroking your skin with his thumb. it's a mindless little thing, but it's so sweet and gentle that it makes you melt.

♡ i also think he'd kiss the back of your hand often. in greeting, or when he's complimenting you, or maybe even just cause. so romanticccc

♡ when he asks you to move in with him, he definitely makes it a very serious conversation. he wants you to know this is an important milestone to him that he doesn't want to be taken lightly. he loves his space, and he loves you. he loves you enough to share his space with you, and that's a big deal for kento.

♡ helps you every step of the way with the moving process. he helps you pack, drops off your donations, carries anything that he deemed too heavy for you, and he's happy to integrate your things in what was once his space. he's so happy for it to be shared now. ___

GETO SUGURU

♡ for the sake of my sanity and my denial, this suguru is au as hell. he's a good boy and a jujutsu sorcerer with his best friend and you and he's happy, damnit!!!

♡ suguru may be tamer than his white haired counter-part- but he's nothing if he's not charismatic and romantic as hell! he finds a way to spin everything you say into some sort of compliment on your behalf, even if it doesn't make that much sense sometimes.

♡ he absolutely loves to make you bashful, as long as you know that everything he says is the truth and you really are the prettiest thing he's ever seen. he doesn't care who else is around to hear it, all that matters is you are.

♡ because of this, he's no stranger to pda

♡ brings you breakfast in bed every morning you get to share together. you both lead busy lives, so time together was a treat. and you'd soak up every minute of it you could get.

♡ i think he definitely helps you put your heels on on the rare occasion that you wear them. he's happy to get a peek up your skirt as he eases your foot into the strappy sandal. probably places a kiss on your ankle before saying the most sinful, romantic thing you've ever heard.

♡ (on the rare occasion you're wearing such attire, you're always late)

___

a/n: i left out choso bc i'm not caught up enough in the manga to really get a feel for his character yet-- but I'm sure he'll make appearances in my work soon enough !!

xoxo ~ jordie

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purpleberiii · 3 months

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"Sinners with a little sinner in MBCC"

☆Prompt: You are the youngest sinner in MBCC (about the age of 5-6). How would the characters treat you?

☆Warnings: None

☆Includes: Zoya, Anne, Nightingale (I know she's not a sinner), Chelsea, Caberent, Bai Yi.

ZOYA

Zoya's first impression of you was that you were smol and tiny but she felt you were strong.

Despite her scary nature, she was extremely gentle with you. Always carrying you around on her shoulders.

Zoya plays fight with you. She would throw light punches and when you throw a punch, she would dramatically fall to the ground saying you win.

Some nights, you would climb up on Zoya's lap and snuggle against her chest and fall asleep, soon after, she would as well, holding you close to her body.

ANNE

Anne absolutely adores you. Your chubby cheeks makes you look like a baby in her arms.

Anne loves having you around whenever she takes care of others. She'd dress you in a little nurse outfit and give you small tasks like wetting a cloth and bringing it to her, throwing away unnecessary papers and stuff like that.

Anne also loves braiding your hair in her free time as well as reading books to you. She'd have you in her lap and a book opened up while she reads.

Eventually, you'd fall asleep, leaving her to tuck you in. Kissing you forehead and bidding goodnight is also a must.

NIGHTINGALE

You were the only sinner nightingale liked because you weren't constantly hogging all of chief's attention to you. Instead, you'd sit there and listen to her rant about her obsession with the chief even though your tiny brain can't comprehend any she says.

You followed her around like a puppy, whenever she has a task, she always made sure to bring you. If she sees one of the employees harassing you, immediately she will report them.

Nightingale loves feeding you. She loves watching the way your chubby cheeks worked to chew your food and while she remained calm on the outside, she was literally squealing on the inside.

Whenever you're feeling cold, expect her to wrap you up in her coat and place her hat on your head, she does literally everything to make you feel warm.

CHELSEA

Chelsea spoils you. Literally with anything. She gives you new clothes every week, and even have the best shampoos brought in for you.

She made sure your cell was as clean as anything, even going long lengths to make sure your cell is designed however you deemed fit.

Chelsea had her tailor made matching outfits for you and her on occasions, for the chief as well, so you'd all look like a big family.

You're the only person she trusts with sitri and sometimes she even finds you sleeping on the big cat. She won't wake you, she'll take pictures.

CABERNET

You were scared of Cabernet no joke. The things she tell others had you thinking about it. "Will she really eat my soul?"

Once Cabernet realised this, she tried to be more gentle and loving around you and slowly, you warmed up to her.

Because of her wealth, Cabernet always bought expensive toys and books for you, also clothing.

There was always rivalry between her and Chelsea to see who you'd like more but in the end you choose them both, saying that you couldn't pick.

Cabernet always carried you around attached to her hip. Her favourite thing to do for you was to cook and believe it or not, she was a really good cook. She always looked forward to hearing your praises about the food.

She even went against the chief's orders and snuck a tiny bit of non alcoholic wine for you which made you all energetic.

BAI YI (OH MY WIFE)

Bai yi was your idol. You wanted to be like her when you grew up and you made sure she knew it. She was always so carefree and relaxed, making you think that she didn't have anything to worry about.

Bai yi was the one who'd go against all the rules for you, just so you could be happy. She has a weakness for you and everyone knew it.

She would take you on motorcycle rides at night, driving at a slower pace than normal. She bought you food and took you to a nice spot where you two sat down and admired the stars.

Eventually, she left with you sleeping peacefully in her arms, your head resting on your chest while her usually opened jacket was closed so that you fit snuggly in it.

When she returned to MBCC past curfew and while she being scolded by Nightingale, she would turn around and show them the position you were in and immediately they all would shut up. She never woke you up, she wanted you to sleep on her chest all night and you didn't mind as you fell asleep listening to her heartbeat.

A/n: you can clearly see who's my favourite from there. I might do another part with teenager reader.

#bai yi #zoya #anne #chelsea #nightingale #ptn #path to nowhere chelsea #path to nowhere zoya #path to nowhere nightingale #path to nowhere anne #path to nowhere #path to nowhere ladies

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lxstfathier · 11 months

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Cachorrita

Los Vaqueros x Reader

Headcanons

Summary: you got caught in the middle of the narco violence, losing everything. Thankfully, the vaqueros rescued you and decided to adopt you… as a pet.

Warnings: murder/trauma mentions, pet play, collaring, poly relationship (?), slight smut.

A/N: i can’t stop thinking about Ale and Rudy, they’re both so cute and boyfriend shaped and i love them very much 💗 so i got this silly idea in the middle of the night and decided to write it, don’t ask me what the hell is this, just enjoy it. And please remember that english is not my first language. Hope y’all like it :)

♡ Your parents were killed by el sin nombre, and you were kidnapped for a few days with the intention of human trafficking. Luckily, you were rescued by los vaqueros before you ended up being trafficked for real.

♡ It was nice to be free again, but everything you had ever know didn’t exist anymore. Not even your home. You had nowhere to go, and such a naive little girl like you would be an easy target in Las Almas… again. That’s why the vaqueros offered you to stay with them, in their base.

♡ You accepted immediately. They saved your life, and you would trust them with it.

♡ At first, it was weird to live among military men. Seeing them always with a serious look on their faces and yelling orders was quite scary, but soon you got used to it. You got along with everyone, and they all treated you in the nicest way possible, so it wasn’t as bad as you thought.

♡ They even gave you your own little room!

♡ Once you started to get more comfortable, you gained the confidence to get out of your room more often, exploring the base and helping around with the daily tasks, learning the basic things. And it wasn’t long until you grew closer to Alejandro and Rodolfo, following them around any time you could.

♡ Alejandro thinks of you as one of those stray dogs that Rudy used to bring into the base (in a cute way), that’s why they started calling you “Cachorrita”.

♡ You love the nickname, but you loved it even more when they actually started treating you as a puppy, making sure that you’re always happy and taken care of.

♡ One day, they surprise you with a pretty collar. It’s made from the softest and most finest leather, in your favorite color, and it also has a cute heart-shaped tag that says “Cachorrita” and “Propiedad de Los Vaqueros” in the back. Such a sweet gift. It made you teary. You hugged every single one of them as a thank you and then Alejandro put it around your neck <3

♡ It doesn’t matter if they’re all at the base, or just a few soldiers, you always go out to spend time with them. You keep them company, listen to anything they have to say, comfort them, or just snuggle on their lap while they play with your hair. They say often that you’re way better than a therapy dog, but you don’t really think so.

♡ One time you decided it would be a great idea to cook something for them, so you prepared chilaquiles con carne, and they all went insane, saying that it was delicious, better than the bland military food they were used to eat daily. So now you cook for them almost every day, remembering the recipes your mother taught you.

♡ Even though they all agreed to collar you, only Alejandro is allowed to put a leash on you. He doesn’t do it often, just when he has to do a lot of paperwork in his office, taking you with him to keep you at his feet for hours. “Good girl” he says petting your head while you rest your chin on his thigh. “Keep being obedient and i’ll give you a treat when i’m done”. If he gets stressed, he might use that pretty little mouth of yours.

♡ They won’t hesitate to spoil you. You want new clothes? Stuffed animals? Jewelry? The newest iphone? don’t even worry about it, Ale and Rudy will be buying it all for you.

♡ When they go away on missions, they always text you whenever they can, making sure that you’re fine without them. Rudy always gives you one of his credit cards, telling you to use it if you need something. But you have never used it, you have everything you need at the base.

♡ When they come back, the first thing you hear is Alejandro yelling “Dónde está nuestra cachorrita?”, and you’ll come out of your room as fast as you can, running to them to hug them tight, glad that they’re all safe and sound.

♡ Sometimes, when Alejandro or Rodolfo get horny (which is often), they come to you, and you spread your legs for them, happy to please them however they want. Rudy fucks you sweet and slow. Alejandro fucks you fast and rough. But you like it more when they both fuck you at the same time.

♡ When you get your period, they all treat you as if you were dying, giving you everything you want and need. Alejandro makes sure you have pain pills and a hot water bottle to put on your tummy, and Rudy goes to the store to get more pads and your favorite snacks.

♡ When you wake up in the middle of the night because of your constant nightmares, you sneak into Rudy’s room, getting in the bed with him and cuddling up in his chest. “Qué pasa, cachorrita? you got nightmares again?” he asks, half awake, and when you whisper a “si” he just holds you closer, hearing his heart beat until you fall asleep.

♡ They teach you how to use a gun, just in case. But you really hate it. Those things are heavy and loud and scary.

♡ Speaking of things you hate, you also don’t like going outside due to your trauma. But Alejandro and Rudy insist on taking you out at least once a week, going to the local market for some groceries, and you hold Ale’s hand as if your life depended on it, way too scared to let him go. But, if you behave well, they buy you ice cream on the way back.

♡ You’re not a brat, but sometimes you accidentally do something they don’t like. They’re the military after all, highly disciplined men, and you aren’t used to that. If you do something slightly disrespectful or don’t listen to orders, it will result on Rudy or Ale yanking you by the collar, planting a firm smack on your ass. “Don’t do that again, entendido?”.

♡ You love stealing Ale’s military jackets. They’re comfy, oversized and smell like him. But you didn’t expected him to get you your own jacket, embroidered with “cachorrita” on the front and a bright pink armband that says “emotional support”. And you love it, of course, but that doesn’t stop you from stealing his jackets again.

♡ You have an oral fixation, and Rudy thrives off it, letting you bite his arms, lick his neck or have a really messy and heated up kissing session (if he’s not busy). Sometimes he even lets you suck his fingers, but be careful with that one cuz he might want to give you something bigger to suck on.

♡ If any of Los Vaqueros gets hurt on a mission or training, you will take care of them just like they do with you, not leaving their side until they feel better. You can’t stand seeing any of your -new found- family in pain, makes you feel sad :(

♡ When your birthday comes, Alejandro and Rodolfo enter your room early at morning, singing las mañanitas and giving you the gift they got for you. It’s exciting, so you quickly open the box, eager to see what’s inside. Gasping when you finally admire the pretty set of fluffy ears, tail plug, and thigh high socks with paw print, all in your favorite color. “Why don’t you try it on for us, cachorrita?” Alejandro suggests, and you’re more than happy to do so, already feeling a tingle between your legs.

♡ You’re on birth control, obviously, but Rudy and Ale are already thinking about getting you off those stupid pills…

#alejandro vargas smut #rodolfo parra smut #cod smut #alejandro vargas x reader #call of duty fanfic #rodolfo parra x reader

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imagine being Rhys and Feyres sweet little housewife 🤭🤭🤭 baking and cooking for them, making the home clean and peaceful for them, going shopping, sitting on Rhys’ lap whilst he works, sucking on Feyres tits whilst she paints being spoiled and babied ALL the TIME, extreme princess treatment, it’s not a want it’s a need 🤍🤍🤍

Housewife headcanon

Feysand x reader

A/n: I don’t want to be a housewife BUT I would be for them

Warnings: fluff and slightly nsfw at the end

After a year of dating Rhys and Feyre they convinced you to move in

When you did they were adamant about you making yourself at home because the River House is your house too

Since acts of service is your love language you easily became incorporated in their daily routines which they love

You get up early before Rhys goes to training and make him a small breakfast and coffee. The first time you did this he was surprised. “Darling you didn’t have to do this.” He said, kissing your temple before eating. “I know, but I wanted to. I know you don’t eat before working out and that’s not good for you Rhysie.”

Before he leaves you give him a kiss and tell him “have a great day baby, I love you.”

Then you go back to bed to cuddle with Feyre for another hour until she gets up

You bring up coffee or tea - whatever she’s in the mood for - and the two of you get ready together. Sometimes Feyre does your makeup if you feel like it. You love having her hands all over you, she’s soft with you when she plays with your hair and holds you

When Rhys comes home the three of you sit down for a proper breakfast and talk about what your plans are for the day

Your first few weeks you took it upon yourself to add more furniture into some of the rooms and make the living room a little less old gothic looking

You got a new rug, new arm chairs, and a big comfy couch with new blankets and you hung a few of Feyre’s paintings

Over the months you worked on de-gothifying the place and making it more homey

When that project was done you could tell Rhys and Feyre felt more relaxed at home. All those dark colors must’ve reminded them of literally everything bad and work of course

You also love to cook! Going to the farmers market is your favorite. Fresh bread and foods from all over Prythian at your fingertips

Once a week you make a big meal for the 3 of you with stuff you bought from the market. You also make dessert which is usually ice cream, brownies, or cookies

Feyre and Rhys have always showed you so much love and affection, even before you moved in

To show you that they appreciate everything you do they dial up your Princess treatment to what feels like a million

They buy you any and everything you could ever want

They love taking you out for shopping trips in the city together but sometimes they get so busy you go on your own

You like going on your own sometimes, that way you can get them little surprise gifts

Other days you feel like doing nothing but sitting around the house or being with one of them while they worked

With Feyre you helped her with correspondence or planning lessons and gallery’s for the art studio

Sometimes the two of you would snuggle and read together on the couch in her office

Other times creativity would hit and Feyre would ask you to pose for a sketch for a painting. As she paints you sit with her just in awe of her talent

“You’re amazing Fey. I don’t know how you do it,” you say to her. Feyre turns her head to quickly press her lips to yours as thanks. “Thank you my love, I couldn’t do it without my muse,” she teases

When you compliment her she’d boop your nose with whatever paint she was using and you’d giggle while blushing like crazy

That usually ended with the two of you covered in paint naked on the floor

With Rhys you love taking naps in his office either on the plush leather couch by the fire or sitting on his lap

You read or help him sort paperwork and write letters to the other high lords

Usually working with Rhys is pretty boring unless your in his lap staring up at him with heart eyes, admiring that beautiful jaw line and sparkling eyes

“I can feel you staring darling,” Rhys lightly chuckles out. Your cheeks turn pink a little and you hide your face in his neck. “I can’t help it you’re just so damn pretty.” You mumble. “Another laugh shakes Rhys’s chest. “Hey, look at me.” You slowly pull away from his neck and meet his violet eyes

Rhys shifts you so you’re straddling him with your back to his desk. His hand comes up to softly hold your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. “I love it when you stare at me pretty girl. Reminds me of how much you love me. Do you stare at Feyre too?”

You nod, a soft smile pulling at your lips as he inches his face closer to yours. “Mmhh, and what does Feyre darling do when you stare at her like that?” Rhys gently kisses you as he taps on your mental shields, asking to see what you did with Feyre yesterday

You happily show him, hoping you can end up in the same position with him

You also show him images of the 3 of you together in bed hoping that you can have both of them sooner rather than later

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loving-barnes · 2 months

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LOGAN HOWLETT - BONDING MOMENT

A/N: Here I am, once again, with another chapter. Chapter 8, my friends, is here and it is still sweet. I will not spoil anything, just read and enjoy.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: explicit thoughts?

Summary: The students get to know Y/N a little more.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 3700+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine. This is set in AU.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Seven

LOGAN HOWLETT - BONDING MOMENT

Nothing interesting had happened since that night at the bar. Logan helped Y/N get back to the school and to her room. He laughed at her silliness, which caught him by surprise. Logan wasn’t the guy to laugh around. He was usually stoic and grumpy. But there were some lingering touches here and there. And yet, their bodies were like two opposite magnetic poles, pushing away. The moment she closed the door, he sighed - relieved he didn’t do anything stupid but also sad that the night was officially over.

The days went by. Logan and Bobby joined the Professor in Washington for another conference. The President wanted to meet Charles during a banquet. They were gone for a few days. Jean and Scott were still away with Remy and Hank. The school got quieter when some students went home for the weekend. There were only some kids that had a supportive system back home. Many of them were alone in this cruel world.

On Sunday, the day before Y/N became a teacher, she and JJ were sitting outside on a bench near the pond. She took him out to spend some time with him. He snuggled closer to her side. The weather got colder. Heavy clouds appeared in the sky. Halloween was approaching, and the students were excited about the celebration.

“It’s going to be so much fun,” Jerome said with a wide smile. “I’ve heard you have to make your own mask. It’s a contest, you know?” he was ecstatic. “Everyone does it. The best masks will get some rewards. It’s mostly candy. That counts as a prize.”

“Wow,” Y/N said with a chuckle. She was glad that the boy was happy at the school. “Have you been thinking about what you want to become? Or would you like some suggestions?”

He shook his head. “No, I think I know what I want to be. I’m not telling you. It will be a surprise.”

“A surprise, you say? Alright, don’t tell me anything. I want to see what you will make,” she patted his head. “Otherwise, are you happy here? Do you have everything? Do you need anything?”

He thought about it for a second. “I have everything. They gave me clothes and school supplies. Jean told me to ask for anything. But I can always come to you, right?”

“You can always come to me, Storm, Kitty, or Logan,” she said. “You can even see the Professor and talk to him. He’s the one who created this school. He’s a good man.”

JJ nodded. “Listen,” he turned his head to look at her face. “A few nights ago, I think I heard you giggle in the hallways in the middle of the night.”

Y/N blinked, and she bit the inside of her lip. “Yeah,” she nodded and cleared her throat. “I went out with some of the teachers. We had a lot of fun that night.” It was half true. She omitted the part where she got drunk.

He poked Y/N into her shoulder. “I’m eleven, I’m not stupid,” he said. “You were with Professor Logan. I heard you talk. Well, you laughed more than you talked.” That was true. Logan walked her back to her room. They talked, she giggled, and then the night was over. “By the way, he’s awesome.”

“Yeah,” she smiled, nodding. “Does Logan teach you something?”

“We have one history lesson a week with him. I like the subject a lot. History is fascinating. Plus, he knows so much about the First and Second World Wars. He gives us so much information and details. As if he was there. He’s strict, and we cannot misbehave, but I enjoy the lesson.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said with a smile. A shiver ran down her spine. The wind got colder. “Let’s head inside and have a cup of tea. I think it’s going to rain. Or Storm is having a bad day, and she changed the weather to fit her mood.”

JJ laughed. He stood up first, grabbed Y/N’s hand and helped her up on feet. He held her by the forearm as they walked inside the school. When she scanned his face again, she noticed the bruises were healed and almost invincible. He looked healthier. It made her heart warm.

As they walked down the hallway, Y/N heard a whimpering sound. It was soft, girl-like. She frowned. Instead of going to the kitchen, she followed the sound. The boy was confused. He opened his mouth to ask where she was going, until he heard it too.

Y/N walked to the lounge room, where she found a young girl sitting on the window still, silently crying. She was JJ’s age. She had curly hair and glasses on her nose. Her skin was light brown.

Carefully, Y/N approached her. She didn’t want to scare her. “Hi,” she used a gentle voice. “Are you alright?” The girl's puffy brown eyes looked up. She shook her head and continued to cry. “Oh, come here, sweet angel,” she said. Her arms spread, and she waited for the girl to accept her hug.

Surprisingly, the girl was immediately hidden in her arms, weeping into Y/N’s leather jacket. Y/N stroked her curly hair lovingly, letting her take her time. JJ took a seat on the couch and silently watched.

“You can talk to me if you want?” Y/N said after another minute. “Did something happen? Has anyone been mean to you?”

The girl's tiny fingers brushed away the hot tears. “My parents haven’t visited me for three months now,” she confessed. That broke Y/N’s heart. “They brought me here, and I never saw them again.” Her voice was low, sad. “They hate me for what I am.”

That statement broke Y/N’s heart. She understood the girl’s pain. Her loved ones gave up on her because she was a mutant. “What’s your name?”

“Nova,” she said. Her arms were tightly wrapped around Y/N’s torso, holding her close.

“Nice to meet you, Nova,” Y/N said with a smile. She rested her head on top of the girl’s. “Tell me, what is your mutation?”

“I, uh,” she hesitated. “I can scream very loudly,” she said. “It can damage your hearing.”

Y/N tilted her head to the side, thinking. “Sonic screaming,” she said out loud. “That is an interesting mutation, Nova. You have powerful vocal cords, and I’ve never met a mutant with this ability.” It wasn’t a lie.

Nova lifted her head and finally looked at Y/N. “You think so?”

“Yes,” she said with a brighter smile than before. “Every mutation is unique, and so is yours. With learning and more information, you will master your ability and know how to properly use it. All you need is time, patience and practice.”

Y/N’s goal was to shift the girl’s attention to something else. It was evident that Nova was agonising over her parents’ neglect. That’s why Y/N wanted to gain her trust, and maybe she’d feel more comfortable around her.

“What is your mutation?” she asked.

“I can create protective forcefields,” Y/N explained. “I am still trying to learn more about my mutation. I’ve heard the term Flyrokinesis, but some call it Flyrogenesis.”

“Is there a difference?”

“Yes,” Y/N nodded. “Flyrokinesis means you can only control force fields. When you can create them, it’s called Flyrogenesis. I can do both.”

“That’s so cool,” Nova sighed. “You can do so much good with your mutation. I only hurt people,” she said. Nova pushed away from Y/N but remained sitting by her side.

Y/N chuckled a little. “Well, it’s not as it seems. I hurt with my ability, too. It was unintentional, but it happened. That is why we need to practise and learn about our mutations. So we won’t hurt people again. We can use our abilities to do good.”

“My mutation is elasticity,” JJ joined the conversation. He picked the right time. Nova’s eyes turned to him. “The people that fostered me thought it was disgusting,” he said. “Now I think my mutation is unique.”

Y/N’s eyes moved to the boy. This was new information. He had never said anything about his parents before. Now she knew why. He didn’t have parents. He was in foster care. Even there, he wasn’t loved. Y/N wanted to run to him and hide him in a tight, loving hug.

“My parents have sent me here and never came to see me or take me home for the weekend,” said Nova. “I deafened my father in one ear,” she confessed. “He never looked me in the eyes again.” And she started to cry again.

“Nova?” another soft voice said from the entrance to the room. “Are you okay?”

Y/N found three other girls standing at the door, watching them. The oldest girl could be thirteen. All three were different. One of them had cat-like irises. The mutation must have caused it.

“Yeah, I’m just talking to…” she turned to Y/N, not knowing her name.

“My name is Y/N. This is JJ,” she pointed at the only boy in the living room. “Would you like to join us?” she showed at the empty couch.

The girls walked inside and sat together. They introduced themselves, too. Jamie, Olivia and Kyra were friends with Nova. They all shared a room on the second level. At least these girls were the support Nova needed.

Y/N and Nova moved to sit next to JJ. “You are the new professor?” Olivia asked Y/N.

“Oh,” it caught her by surprise. Did the Professor announce it already? “Yes. I’ll be teaching English and Literature starting tomorrow. I got a few classes a week.”

“Really?” JJ’s eyes brightened. “That is so awesome!”

Y/N nudged his shoulder. “Thanks, buddy. I’ll be teaching you too, you know? We’ll have literature together on Tuesday and English on Thursday.”

“You haven’t been here long, have you?” Olivia asked. Her long blond hair was braided from the top of her head. She had colourful bracelets on her wrists. “I’ve been here for a year and noticed you a couple of times these past few weeks.”

Two teenage boys walked into the lounge room. They stopped in their tracks when they found the place occupied. “Sorry,” one of them said. “We thought we’d be alone here at this hour.” Before he could finish it, another two boys walked in.

Y/N raised a brow. Already ten people in the room. “What time is it?” she asked no one in particular. It took another five minutes, and another six children entered the room.

“You’re the new teach’,” one of the older boys pointed a finger at her. “Cool,” he smirked.

“I guess the word is spreading faster than you know,” Y/N mumbled under her nose.

“No, she’s the one who saved Jerome,” a girl said as she sat in an armchair. She was at least fifteen years old.

“I guess you have a reputation, Y/N,” JJ laughed when the kids around them started to talk about Y/N as if she was not there.

The woman raised her hands into the air to stop the debate. “If you want to know more, you need to ask the source - that’s me. Please, stop discussing me as if I was not here, okay?” One after one, they nodded their head. “Great. Let’s start again. My name is Y/N. Do you have any questions?”

“What is your mutation?”

“Is it true you will be our new teacher?”

“Did you throw Professor Summers out of the window a few days ago?”

That last question made her laugh. Obviously, they knew something happened. This was the perfect opportunity to talk to the students and know them better. She lived there for some time now. It would be nice to be part of their lives, be there for them. As she kept looking at it, she realised all these children stayed at school for the weekend. Some of the faces were familiar to her. They never left the school the whole time she lived there.

They all had one thing in common - their families gave up on them the moment they discovered how different their children were.

A frown appeared on her face. “Do you ever go home?” she asked gently. She wanted to know how many of them still had their parents.

They all shook their heads. “No,” said one of the oldest boys present. “Some of us have families on the other side of the states. Most of us are here all the time. They gave up on us.”

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N sighed. “I know how it feels to be pushed away from your family. Mine got rid of me, too.”

“Sure,” one of the girls scoffed.

Y/N’s eyes found hers. “They locked me in an insane asylum because I… I killed my own little sister with my mutation,” she admitted out loud. “It was the first time I used the ability. Until that moment, I didn’t know I was a mutant. My mutation is forcefield manipulation. Even though it is a protective ability, I managed to kill my sister with it.”

It was hard to admit it in front of a group of children. Y/N concluded it was better to tell the truth than to lie. What if Scott would open his big dumb mouth, and the kids would fear her? No more lying.

“My parents put me into an insane asylum because of it, and they never came for me. Well, I believe they’d rather see me dead. I escaped the asylum and joined a group of terrible people. My decisions were not the best. I’m not proud of that part of my life.”

“Y/N was locked with me in a lab where they experimented on us,” JJ chimed in. The kids turned their gazes at him. He sounded like a grown man. “She was already there when they brought me in. I helped her escape. Later, Profesor Logan and her came for me and saved my life.”

The silence that surrounded everyone was heavy. Some kids lowered their eyes to the ground, others closed them. They didn’t know what to say or if to say anything at all. The topic was heavy. Some could relate, and others were lucky to not experience anything tragic.

“I get how you all feel,” Y/N said. “I know what it is like when the people you love get rid of you like you’re an old, used toy. I understand you feel betrayal and pain, even anger.” Her hand found Nova’s hand, and she squeezed it reassuringly. “But look where you are now. You all ended up in a school for mutants, where you’ve been given a second chance for a better life. This place is your home. People here care and want the best for you. I dare to say that this is your new family.”

More silence followed. “I know I’m still a stranger to you, and you don’t trust me. That’s okay. Teachers like Storm, Jean or Kitty will be there for you. Please, just know you can talk to me, too. I want to help in any way that I can and know.”

Once Y/N finished talking, Nova wrapped her arms around Y/N’s waist and hugged her tightly. When JJ saw it, he did the same from the other side. The woman wrapped both arms around each child and smiled. The love she felt was immense. Before she knew it, more children approached her. They all huddled together in a big, warm hug. It was a beautiful gesture.

Storm walked around the school, checking on the students. She stepped into the lounge room. Her eyes landed on the scene before her. She had to smile. Storm was lucky enough to witness the group hug.

“What’s going on?” she asked softly.

Slowly, the children moved from the huddle. They went back to their sitting spots again. JJ kept his arms around Y/N while Nova grabbed Y/N’s hand and held it tightly.

“Just bonding,” Y/N said with a smile.

Storm’s lips reflected the smile. “That’s nice. I’m glad you are finding a way to their hearts.”

Later that day, The Professor returned with Logan and Bobby from the banquet. They were back after a few days away, and both men couldn’t be happier about their return. Bobby missed Kitty. They’d been texting here and there throughout the time. Logan didn’t have the guts to call or text Y/N. He rarely used his phone. Also, he thought it would be weird. Charles could feel Logan’s faint anxiety crawling around him. He knew the reasoning behind it. The man’s thoughts weren’t quiet.

They drove to the school, glad this ‘mission’ was over. They didn’t expect to hear loud music roaring from the building. Logan tilted his head to the side, frowning. “Is that coming from the school?” Then they heard singing. It was like a live concert. “What’s going on?”

Logan parked the car in the garage. They helped Charles out of the car and into his wheelchair. The singing got louder. It echoed around the garage. The students were singing a familiar song. Charles smiled and chuckled. When was the last time something like this happened?

All three went from the garage and got to the main level. The song changed. After a brief silence, the singing began again. The students were crammed in the lounge room, dancing around and singing as loud as their voices let them. When some kids noticed the Professor, they made a passageway for him and the other two teachers.

Logan’s eyes widened in surprise. He found Storm, Y/N and Kitty in the middle of the room, surrounded by students, jumping and screaming words to the song playing.

If you could see that I’m the one who understands you. Been here all along, so why can’t you see? You belong with me.

It seemed everyone knew the words to that song. All three women swayed their hips to the music, jumping around like all the students. They were happy, enjoying the moment. Y/N grabbed JJ’s hands when she started twisting him around. Her face was bright and cheerful. Even the boy was thrilled.

She wears high heels. I wear sneakers. She’s cheer captain. I’m on the bleachers.

This part was powerful. As if everyone wanted to scream the chorus as loud as possible. No one cared that the headmaster was present. But Charles had a big smile on his face. Yes, they organised events for the students, but this happened out of nowhere. It was special. It was a bonding moment for everyone.

“I love this song!” Bobby shouted, bobbing his head to the song. He started to sing the lyrics.

Storm draped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders while Y/N wrapped an arm around her waist as they sang the song. One of her hands remained on JJ. They laughed at their silliness. Kitty found Bobby walking to her. She got excited and ran into his arms, and they swayed together to the song.

Storm discovered Bobby a few seconds later. She stopped dancing, and her eyes found Charles and Logan. Her arm fell from Y/N’s shoulders, and she made her stop dancing.

Y/N gasped. Her face heated up, and she quickly turned around to turn off the music. She had a remote control to the stereo. When the song was abruptly stopped, the students whined. It was evident they were displeased by the interruption.

“Professor,” Storm said his name nervously. “I’m sorry for this. We got carried away.”

Charles laughed. “Oh, Storm, no need to apologise. I like that you all have so much fun on a Sunday afternoon. You should continue to have more fun.”

Y/N was breathing heavily. Her chest was rising and falling visibly. It was quite a cardio. Her eyes met Logan’s, who had a grin on his face. He leaned against the nearest wall, crossed his arms over his chest and kept staring. When he licked his lips, Y/N’s eyes followed his every movement.

“Well, the magic of the moment is kind of gone,” Y/N said. “But we had good two hours of this fun, right?” she turned to see the kids. They shouted affirmations. Some of them whistled.

“Okay, everyone, it’s time for us to end this session,” Storm raised her voice so everyone could hear her. “Thank you for being here and having fun. It’s time to get to your rooms and prepare for tomorrow.”

Logan watched as Y/N hugged a few younger kids. First, it was JJ, which wasn’t surprising. Then, it was two other girls. That sight made his insides tingle. He felt love radiating out of her. It made him smile. When they separated, Y/N’s eyes were back on him.

He took a few steps forward while greeting some of the kids. “Are you trying to bribe them to like you?” he mocked her.

“Are you jealous I’m giving my attention to them and not you?” she poked his bicep when Logan was close enough. “Or should I bribe you too?”

“I’m not that easy, princess.”

“What if I tell you I sneaked in some beer?” she raised her brows.

He was impressed. “You got me. Wait, you want to get drunk again?” he asked. “I won’t be taking care of your ass next time.”

Y/N squinted. Her body was ready to jump at him. Not because she was angry at him. She wanted to kiss that smug smile off his face. Last night, she imagined what his hands would feel on her body, how he would taste and feel. She pictured his hands exploring her naked body, his lips between her legs.

“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself,” she said. There was a teasing smile on her face. She walked past him and found JJ talking to one boy. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

Logan watched her leave the lounge room with the boy. His mind was spinning. His eyes lowered and remained on her ass, watching it move with each step she took.

A hand tapped his shoulder. Bobby grinned at Logan. “You got it bad, my friend.”

“Shut up.”

#Logan Howlett x reader #Logan Howlett x female reader #Wolverine #Logan Howlett #Wolverine x reader #Wolverine x female reader #Marvel fanfiction #X-men fanfiction #Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

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daddy-dins-girl · 1 month

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Playdate - Chapter Nine

Main Masterlist Series Masterlist

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pairing: Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 9.1k

Notes: All the feelings in this chapter... I'm so sorry everyone. I swear I have an end goal in mind and I'm gonna make it better... just not YET.

Chapter Warnings: (skip if you don't wanna be spoiled, if you've made it this far in the series, you'll be fine). 18+ MDNI. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Confessions of infidelity. Dry humping. Oral Sex. 69 sex position. Unprotected p in v. Creampie. Daddy Kink. Rough sex. Breathplay. Daddy!Marcus. Dom!Marcus. Aftercare. Consensual somnophilia. Lots of feelings. Severe lack of Dave York (I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you I swear).

HUGE thank you to @janaispunk for beta'ing and letting me talk her ear off when I get an idea in my head and helping me work it out lol. And also for calming my anxiety every time I go to post a chapter :P

You woke up to a bed that seemed suddenly too large and missing the warmth Dave’s body heat provided it with. Marcus was sleeping soundly next to you and you’re not even sure when that had happened or when he got in but clearly it was after you had passed out.

But where was Dave? Did Marcus walk in and find you and him in bed together and an argument ensued? Surely that would have woken you up so you quickly shake that notion from your head. Maybe everything was fine and you were freaking out preemptively over nothing. Dave had probably just gone down to the lobby again for coffee and when he came back the three of you could sit around and hopefully have an honest and open conversation. That sounded, to you, a logical reason for his whereabouts as any so you decided you weren’t going to begin to fret about something without any warrant and snuggled up to your husband to wait, but when nearly half an hour had passed and he didn’t return, you decided to pull out your phone to send a text in your group chat.

Your throat nearly dropped into your stomach at the words that greeted you when you opened it.

Dave York has left the group.

Without giving it a second thought you quickly scroll through your contacts until you find his name and hit the call button but after a single ring it goes to voicemail. Unsure what exactly that means you try for a text instead. Simple, direct, to the point.

Hey, are you ok?

The blue bubble pops up on your screen and you wait, however neither the “delivered” or “read” notification appears underneath it and that’s when it hits you.

Dave has blocked your number.

Confused and hurt, you toss your phone over to the nightstand where it clatters to the surface, skids across the smooth wood and then falls to the carpeted floor with a light thud, though you couldn’t be bothered to care right now. The commotion however rouses your husband who, lying on his stomach, quickly pushes himself up onto his elbows and glances around the room before his gaze lands on you.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, voice groggy with sleep.

You don’t answer him right away, because, how could you. Everything. Fucking everything was the matter! What you had done last night, it all comes flooding back to you in an instant and you suddenly feel overwhelmed with emotions and you have no choice but to burst into tears, your knees coming up to your chest as you wrap your arms around them and bury your face, shoulders shaking with every sob that leaves your body.

“Honey! What…” Marcus sits up in an instant, panicked. His arms immediately envelop your frame and his voice frantic as he pulls your whole body into his lap and holds you close to his chest. “Hey, hey, hey, shhhhh. Sweetheart tell me what’s wrong” he tries, fear still lacing his tone as he attempts to appear outwardly calm, holding you to him and gently rubbing a hand up and down your back.

You feel so absolutely wracked with guilt that you can’t even find words to even begin trying to explain yourself to Marcus so instead you just bury your face further into his throat and let him comfort you, though you know you don’t deserve it. The moment he hears what you have to say for yourself you fear he’s going to be putting as much distance between the two of you as possible so you need him to just hold you a little while longer before that happens. It’s selfish. You’re selfish. But at this moment, you don’t care. How could you have done this to Marcus? And for what? For Dave to just leave you both like that? Like these months have meant nothing to him? You want to believe that’s not true, but what choice has he left you with?

Marcus worries endlessly as he holds you in his arms, honestly surprised you’re even allowing him to hold you but he’ll take it for as long as he can get it. Dave must have told you what he’d done yesterday while you were asleep and now look at the problems it’s caused.

You both lie there in each other's arms, taking in whatever comfort you can get from one another. You’re openly sobbing while Marcus’ tears are more subdued, but definitely still there. You can feel them on the naked flesh of your shoulder as he buries his face in your neck and the two of you clutch onto each other, terrified of the other letting go. What you don’t realize is that you’re both fretting over the exact same thing.

After several long minutes of just holding each other your words echo each other as you both let them out at the exact same time into the heat of each other’s flesh.

“I’m sorry.”

The words cause you both to stiffen momentarily and then slowly pull back, finding each other’s watery gaze as you both stare, confused.

The murmured apologies eventually turn into a good hour of confessions from both of you. You take turns spilling everything about what happened last night without the other present all while failing to hold back the flow of tears. Marcus admits not only to his indiscretions in the shower with Dave, but how there was no work emergency last night and he’d lied to you because he was too scared that he’d ruined everything. He tells you how absolutely horrible he’d felt, leaving you on your birthday like that but he felt so confused after what had happened, he couldn’t even bear to have you look at him knowing what he’d done and was keeping from you. The admission about what he and Dave had done in the shower nearly had your eyes bugging out of your head, though you tried your absolute best not to outwardly react too much, you didn’t want to make Marcus uncomfortable or have him hold back anything so you kept quiet and mostly just nodded your head, though your brain was working a mile a minute trying to process everything. You’d decided near immediately that you weren’t upset at him for it. The only thing you were upset about in that scenario is that you hadn’t been there to witness it; though you keep that admission to yourself for now. You were upset, however, that he had left. If he would have just stayed maybe you all wouldn’t be in this position now. Maybe Dave would still be here. You know though that Marcus isn’t the only one to blame and it’s not fair to put this all on him. The fact was he did leave, and you did what you did afterwards, knowing full well how it could affect things.

You tell Marcus how Dave had originally left but had come back and that the two of you had slept together. Your tears turned into sobs as you admitted the last part. You knew it was wrong, you felt in your heart that it was cheating, regardless if Marcus saw it that way or not. He’d tried to quickly shrug it off at first, to make you feel better, reminding you that “you’d slept with Dave lots of times” but when you responded with a quiet “yeah, but not like this…” and were unable to look him in the eyes, you could see the moment the realization dawns across his sad, handsome face and he lowers it to look away, gently nodding in understanding.

Marcus swallowed the lump in his throat but wrapped his arms around you and held you tight to his chest, peppering kisses to your hair and ensuring you over and over that he loved you.

It only made you cry harder.

Eventually the tears subside and Marcus drapes the bedclothes over you both and pulls you into his side, gently petting your hair until you both fall back asleep, it was barely 7am after all and you didn’t even know how late Marcus had got in. You still had a lot to discuss but you were both exhausted, physically and emotionally. Your head was pounding from the amount of tears you cried and you just needed to shut out the world for a little while longer, held safe in the comfort of your husband's arms until you fell back asleep.

When you do wake up again, barely an hour later, Marcus is already out of bed and wandering around the suite, freshly changed into a new set of clothes and shoving his old ones into the suitcase you had already packed. There’s a takeout coffee cup waiting for you on the bedside table when you open your eyes and you sit up, wordlessly taking the simple peace offering and taking a drink.

You get through a few sips but your stomach is doing somersaults. All the anxiety and emotions of the last twelve hours or so wear heavily on you so you place the cup aside and climb out of bed, holding the sheet tight around your frame as you head over to the dresser where Marcus had kindly laid out your last clean outfit for you.

You barely speak a word to each other as you both get ready to leave this room behind. Occasional questions like “did you remember to grab your toothbrush” or “is this your lotion or the hotel’s?” as you putter around the room and prepare to leave.

Finally everything is packed, you're both dressed, the room is mostly back in one piece and you’re ready to go. You meet Marcus at the door and you both take a breath, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as your shoulders settle and you reach down and slide your hand into his. His fingers interlace around yours and for the first time all day you finally feel grounded again.

“Come on, let’s go home” he says, pulling the door open with his free hand and guiding you out.

The first week that you’re back home goes by in a blur. You both had to go back to work on Monday and you manage to settle back into your usual routines easily enough but there’s still a strain between the two of you. You know you need to talk more but had both decided you needed time to just let everything sink in and process. You missed Marcus immensely, despite the fact that he still slept in your bed every night and kissed you goodbye every morning, things were far from how they were before your birthday weekend happened.

Perhaps fortunately or unfortunately for you both, your work lives were very busy. Typically Marcus left before you because his commute was longer and you both worked long shifts most days so your time together at home while you were both still awake and functional was limited. Some nights you managed to both be home to eat dinner together, but this week it was a pretty quiet affair. You’d ask each other about your days, small talk mostly, and then if you weren’t too exhausted you’d cuddle on the couch and watch a little tv before bed and start the process over again the next day. Despite the rift, you still wanted to be close to each other. Neither of you were angry at the other; more so at yourselves than anything. That, and you were confused. It was hard to have a conversation together about all the feelings you were having when you hadn’t quite sorted them out for yourselves. And with Dave AWOL it made it even more confusing and hurtful to navigate. It was difficult to figure out where the three of you stood when there were only two of you willing to talk things out.

Your mind often wandered to Dave, particularly when you were at work and would have a few minutes of downtime. You pulled up your private message chat with him every couple of days too just to see if your single text to him ever got marked as ‘delivered’ or ‘read’, wondering if he’d unblocked you, but nothing. What was so frustrating is that you know it wasn’t one-sided. It couldn’t have been. You know what he felt with you that last night together because you felt it too. Perhaps the real reason he left is because of his loyalty to Marcus, he didn't want to be a burden on your marriage, but the truth was Dave just enriched it. And you had a feeling Marcus might feel the same way, you just needed him to admit it to you. You hoped the two of you would have a good chance to talk this weekend, you felt like it was time.

Saturday evening was finally upon you and you lay on the couch after a simple dinner, wine glass mostly untouched on the coffee table in front of you as you half paid attention to the movie playing on the TV. Marcus had had a busy day, having to work for a couple hours from home in the morning and then running some errands for his elderly father that he typically would do on a Saturday. Today took a little extra long due to him being away last weekend for your birthday so by the time he got home he was exhausted so you had offered to cook and now the two of you were laid out on the sofa, Marcus behind you with his back to the cushions and you on your side snuggled with your back to his chest and laying your head on his arm.

You attempt to focus on the movie playing in front of you because you know how tired your husband is, but he makes it difficult when the fingers of his right hand trail absently up and down your side where your shirt slightly rides up, the delicate trace of his fingertips leaving goosebumps on your flesh in their wake. You shift slightly and in doing so the fabric of your shirt catches a little more on the seat of the sofa and rises up further, and Marcus’ hand reaches a little higher too until his fingers are at your ribs. You let out a little whine at the contact. He’s barely touching you but it's more than you’ve had all week and you’re missing him so desperately so you give up the facade and turn fully onto your back, causing his hand to slip even higher until it rests just underneath your breast.

You hear his breath hitch slightly and he turns his head down to look at you, your soft, wanting gaze boring into his. Wordlessly you reach your hand up to rub at the side of his neck and turn your body again so that you’re face to face. He moves his hand voluntarily, finally, splaying it across your breast and giving it a gentle squeeze, his breath catching in his throat when he sees your eyes fall shut and your lips release a hum of pleasure.

“Marcus” you whimper, your voice barely a whisper. “Please”

It’s all Marcus needs to hear. In a moment he’s got both his hands going underneath your ass and hauling you up on top of him, positioning himself on his back with your full weight resting on him, hands still on your ass and pushing downwards to grind you against his already stiffening length. You surge forward, sealing his mouth with yours. The kiss is sloppy and desperate and filled with pent up sexual desire and you’re both moaning into it, reveling in the dominant dance between your two tongues.

“Do you wanna go to bed?” he asks breathlessly a few moments later when you’re forced by lack of oxygen to pull apart.

“Mnnnm mmm” You shake your head before your mouth latches to his again. “Need you” you mumble against his lips. “Take me right here”

“Fuck” he groans, both hands squeezing roughly at your ass as he continues to ground you down into him, his own hips thrusting upwards to meet yours. “God I fucking missed you” he confesses, mouth trailing down the side of your throat now instead as his hands reach up to the waistband of your sweats and push them down along with your underwear.

You help him free you of the confines of your pants, kicking them down your legs and finally flinging them off to the floor while Marcus grabs for the hem of your t-shirt and pulls that over your head. You're grateful at this moment that you had foregone a bra tonight, dressed for a comfortable evening at home. Marcus, on the other hand, is far too overly dressed in your opinion, still in his jeans and a long sleeve Henley. Though you find it hard to complain at the delicious friction the unforgiving denim gives to your now bare core and it's no secret to Marcus either, the way you moan and writhe against him.

“Baby, please” you whine, hands desperately grasping at the buttoned enclosure of his jeans. The button pops open and you manage to drag the zipper down but before you get any further he’s growling into your throat and shaking his head, repositioning your body until you're straddling on just one of his thighs.

“Need you to cum for me first” he demands, already sounding wrecked and breathless and you think he needs you to for his sake as much as your own, probably trying to extend this experience for longer than it would have been were he to push inside you right now like you both so desperately want him to. You let out another moan, eagerly obeying his wishes as your hands go to his chest and you push yourself upright so you’re sat on his muscular thigh and begin to rock back and forth against it, the delicious drag of denim against your weeping cunt creating a wet patch on his jeans that neither of you could be bothered to be embarrassed or care about. His large hands come up and each grab hold of a breast, expertly manipulating and teasing the soft mounds of flesh, thumbs and forefingers coming down to pinch and squeeze at your nipples until they’re hardened peaks under his touch.

“Oh fuck,” you cry out, head thrown back as you continue to ride his thigh, amping up the pace as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm that is just within reach.

“That’s it baby,” Marcus encourages, his own pupils blown wide with lust as he watches you arch your back and grind desperately against him. His hands leave your breasts and go to your hips, helping you reach that point of long awaited bliss. He bares his teeth as he watches your features contort into what can only be described as pure ecstasy and growls out the words that have been lingering on his tongue since he actively took charge of your impromptu makeout session just minutes ago, “Good girl, come on, you’re gonna fucking cum for your Daddy now.”

“Fuck!” His words, along with the relentless rocking pressure of your cunt digging into his thigh sends you flying over that edge with a screamed curse leaving your lips, your arousal pooling out of you, body trembling and spent but Marcus doesn’t let up, continuing to drag your folds along the strong muscle and it’s too much, you try to push off of his chest with your hands but his grip is strong and fierce at your hips, ensuring you get every last drop of pleasure from your prolonged orgasm.

“Fucking soak me baby” he groans and you look down to see the own wet patch he’s created in his boxers that are peeking through his partially opened jeans. It doesn’t appear to be enough that he’s finished and he’s still visibly hard as steel underneath the soft cotton, but he’s certainly gotten himself worked up to the point where the precum is eagerly flowing from him.

Evidently satisfied with you as you slow the rocking of your hips to indicate the waves of pleasure have subsided Marcus repositions you again so you’re lying back fully on top of him. He pushes his jeans down to his thighs but leaves his boxers in place as he gently ruts into you from underneath, the strained fabric of his boxers rubbing against your oversensitive sex, causing you to whimper and tremble.

“Let me suck you baby” you breathe against the hollow of his throat where your face is currently buried. Not only does your cunt need the reprieve but he’s got you so turned on you feel like you might just combust if you don’t get him inside of you in some form or another.

“Yeah? You wanna suck my cock, dirty girl?” Marcus growls and lord help you if it doesn’t send another pool of wetness right between your legs. Marcus was not normally like this. Sure the two of you could get a little kinky sometimes on your own but he’d never been like this before and it was driving you crazy with want.

You both knew what he was doing, filling a void a certain someone had left behind. Something you both craved without having to admit to each other. You both needed this, and so, you went along for the ride.

“Please Daddy, want you in my mouth, please” you beg helplessly, your lust-filled brain reduced to complete mush and barely able to string a sentence together and Marcus audibly groans at your submission to him.

“Turn around, want you to sit on my face while you do it” he breathes against your cheek and then slides his hands down to grab at your ass and squeeze firmly. His hands release you but he gives you one sharp swat to your left asscheek that has you crying out and arching into him before he helps you reposition yourself so you’re kneeled overtop of him with your knees on either side of his head and bent over his body so your face hovers above his pelvis. He pushes his boxers down to meet his jeans at his thighs then brings his hands to your hips to lower you down to his mouth just as your head retreats to take his leaking tip between your lips.

The groan he lets out into your cunt as you fully envelop him in your mouth has your lower half spasming, your thighs involuntarily squeezing his head as your hips chase the pressure of his tongue.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out, mouth falling away from him as you crane your neck back to try and get a glimpse of the feast Marcus is making of what’s between your legs. It doesn’t last long however because his hand comes up and swats at your ass again, reminding you without words what you’re supposed to be doing and you quickly oblige, turning back and doubling your efforts on sucking him off, taking him as deeply down your throat as your body will allow and swallowing down before you ease back up and repeat the action. Your hand soon joins your mouth, wrapping around the base of his shaft and stroking it in time with each bob of your head and he hums and groans his approval of your actions into your core as he continues to lick and suck and prod at your clit and hole with his talented tongue.

When he feels your thighs trembling again and his own release too rapidly approaching he goes for what knows drives you crazy and will easily pull another orgasm from you and sucks your clit into his mouth, relentless and unforgiving until your mouth rips off of him and you cry out, your hand pumping him furiously as wave after wave of your orgasm crashes around you and you ramble out little mewls of pleasure and praise at how hard he’s made you come.

He lets out a content, satisfied sigh as he slows the efforts of his mouth, gently bringing you back to earth with slow licks and prods of his tongue until you're shaking and trembling begins to subside and your rocking against his face finally slows. Your hand wrapped around his length has also slowed to barely moving, not having brain capacity or muscle coordination to simultaneously pleasure him and ride the aftershocks of your own orgasm but Marcus is thankful for the reprieve, needing to be inside you before he finishes.

“Up,” he gently demands, tapping lightly against your hip and you pull away from him with a long drawn out groan, your limbs feeling like jelly as you attempt to get control over them again. Marcus chuckles a little but is quick to help you, gently raising your hips and then pushing you forward as he manages to snake his own body out from underneath you until you’re on hands and knees on the couch and he’s behind you.

“Lean forward, just relax” he instructs, pushing lightly on your shoulders so your elbows collapse and you slowly slide forward, knees still bent and kneeling on the couch but your face now buried in the seat cushion. “Yeah, just like that” he coos, fingertips tracing down your spine and you arch at his touch, desperate and ready for him. He lets his hand trail further still, over the swell of your ass until he’s between your legs and he gently plays with you, fingers gliding through your slick folds and up to circle at your clit before they slide back down and prod at your entrance.Your body keens at his touch, back arching, ass up in the air as your arms stretch out in front of you, not unlike a cat waking up from a long nap in the sun and Marcus lets out a little chuckle.

“Yeah, this is where you need me, hmm?” He rasps, voice low as he teases at your entrance with his fingers. “Poor baby needs her pretty little pussy filled up?” His hand leaves you only to go to his own mouth so he can wet his fingers with his own saliva before he brings them back between your legs and presses two inside of you, curling them just right and sliding in and out of you a few times before he adds a third. It’s so much, feels so good, and yet still not enough.

“God, Marcus, please. Please fuck me” you cry out, desperate and needy, hips beginning to rock back and forth against his hand, anything you can do to get some relief.

He gets up from the couch suddenly to rid himself of the rest of his clothing before positioning himself behind you again, grabbing hold of his hard, leaking member and guiding it between your legs. He groans when his naked flesh finally makes contact with yours, his smooth length pushing back and forth between your wet folds, coating himself in your slick and the tip of his cock teasing at your clit. You whimper unintelligibly at the contact that stimulates every last one of your nerve endings, your whole body keening with delight.

Marcus marvels at how soaked your folds are as he slides through them with ease. “Yeah you’re nice and ready for me, hmmm? Gonna be my good girl?”

“Yes, please, take me. I fucking need you so bad.” You’re not above begging at this point, especially if it gets you want you want, need, crave.

With your desperate pleas still lingering in the air Marcus lines himself up at your entrance and presses forward, filling you completely on the first push of his hips until he’s buried to the hilt, his hands gripping tight around your waist, thumbs digging in deep to the meat of the top of your ass.

“Holy fuck” he groans as he takes a moment stilling inside you, needing a second not only to let you adjust, but to resist his own temptation to let go and finish before he’s even begun. It’s only been a week but it somehow feels like an eternity since he’s last had you. He’s done his best to distract himself with work and other obligations but not a minute of the day has gone by where he hasn’t thought about you, about how much he missed you, how much he needed you. It had taken everything in him not to beat himself off in the shower every morning this week, the only thing holding him back was knowing how much better it would feel when he finally gets the relief the way he wants it; being inside of you.

After a few long moments and steadying breaths, Marcus manages to collect himself and center himself back into the moment. His hands grip you a little tighter and he finally begins to move, pulling back with a slow and delicious drag of his cock against your walls until he’s almost fully out before he slams forward, driving himself back deeply inside with a single snap of his hips that sends you lurching slightly forward, something between a gasp and cry punching out from your lungs.

“Marcus! Oh my - fuck. Baby, fuckfuckfuck” You’re a mewling, writhing mess underneath him as Marcus keeps up his steady pace, fucking into you with reckless abandon, hips pistoning back and forth, fast and hard.

“Yeah you like that” Marcus grinds out through clenched teeth before he lifts his right hand and lands a sharp smack to your ass, causing you to jolt forward again. “Can feel you fucking trying to squeeze me out baby, choking my cock. Good girl. Good fucking girl” he groans, railing into you even faster and you’re reduced to just mumbled cries and gasps into the couch cushion your face is still buried in.

“I can’t hear you” he suddenly growls, one hand leaving your hip to grab your hair and force your head to tilt up and oh fuck if Marcus pulling your hair doesn’t do something to you.

“I fucking love it!” You cry out, breaths coming out hard and fast. “Love taking your big cock Daddy, don’t stop”

“Shit… baby, shit I… fuck!” Marcus curses, not faring much better as he ruts into you like a man possessed. He lets go of your hair and repositions to your hips, his fingertips digging into your sides so desperately that you know come tomorrow you’ll be bruised but you don’t care. You want the reminder, you’ll welcome it even.

“Take me. Takemetakemetakemetakeme” You chant breathlessly, the words punching out of your throat timed perfectly to each of his rough forward thrusts.

Somehow despite you being fucked into a near stupor, you find the wherewithal to sneak a hand underneath yourself and reach between your legs, fingers desperately rubbing fast and furiously against your aching and needy clit. It only serves to empower Marcus, seeing how desperate you are to climax again and despite the less than comfortable position he’s got himself into kneeled on the couch he takes full advantage, leaning down slightly to wrap an arm all the way around your throat so it’s caged in by his bicep, the other gripping the back of the couch to get as much leverage as he possibly can from the position and he doubles his efforts. He pushes harder and faster until the room is filled with the debauched sounds of wet slaps of skin and heavy breathing and moaning and within a few short moments your vision goes white behind your eyelids and you cry out a shuddering gasp turned moan and your hand falls away from your now oversensitive sex as your orgasm takes over, the effects of it gushing out of you and coating Marcus’ length, dripping down to his balls and surely leaving a mess on the couch that you can’t begin to care about right now.

“God Baby, you’re so fucking good, fucking soaking me” Marcus manages, voice faltering along with the steady rhythm of his hips as he bucks into you sloppily now, the sheer force of your constricting walls inciting his own release and with a few more pushes of his hips he begins to paint your insides.

“Holy fuck” he reiterates, body spent and breathing heavily as he slowly continues to rock in and out of you. You whimper and moan underneath him, the overstimulation bordering on too much as you wait for your trembling to subside.

Marcus’ grip on your throat loosens significantly so you can fully catch your breath and he brings his hand up to run soothingly down your back instead, still fucking into you deep and slow and honestly you don’t know how he’s found the stamina or managed to stay hard but you’re not about to complain, he feels that fucking good.

“You want me to stay inside you?” He asks, though you both know he already knows the answer.

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth and manage to mumble an affirmative “mmmhmmm” into the couch cushion.

“Fuck you full of my cum, you like that baby?”

“Yes, fuck,” you tear your face away to the side so your words are no longer garbled into the couch cushion, you want him to hear you. “Fucking me so deep Daddy, holy shit it feels so good.”

Marcus hums his apparent satisfaction at your words, his hand that was gripping the back of the sofa coming to join the other to soothe up and down your back and sides, occasionally smoothing over the globes of your ass before they come back up and make their way up towards your shoulders again. He manages to keep going for another minute or so until he physically can’t, his cock softening inside of you eventually slips out and you both groan at the loss but his hands don’t stop touching you. When his spent dick leaves your swollen sex he leans down and places little kisses all over whatever inch of flesh on your back and shoulders he can reach until finally he pulls away, standing up from the couch and offering his hand to you. You take it, and with a groan (and Marcus’ help), manage to pull yourself up from the sofa. His fingers interlace with yours when he grabs your hand and he wordlessly leads you out of the living room, up the staircase to your bedroom.

Once inside he guides you immediately to the ensuite bathroom and turns you to rest with your back against the countertop while he busies himself grabbing a fresh facecloth from the linen shelf and turns on the hot water, wringing the cloth out a few times before turning off the taps and turning to face you. To your surprise, and a night and day contrast to how he was acting just minutes ago, he sinks to his knees on the unforgiving marble flooring and gently pries your thighs apart and then stares up at you, holding your gaze as he gently cleans up the mess between your legs. Your hand comes down to push through his hair, pushing it back past his forehead and a smile pulls at your lips. Once he’s finished cleaning you up he rises to his feet again, tosses the cloth in a nearby hamper and then his hands go straight to your hips, a gentle barely-there hold and he looks down at them, murmuring under his breath at the little discolored indents on your soft flesh, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

It catches you off guard, the question. He seems unsure and maybe even upset with himself and you frown, reaching for his face and forcing his gaze back up to meet yours.

“Baby, no, of course not. You could never hurt me”

“Promise?” he asks just to clarify, soft, round brown gaze boring into yours.

“I promise. Marcus, that was… thank you” is all you can think to say. He seems to accept your answer, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, hands leaving your hips to come up and cup your face as his tongue parts your lips and slips inside to entangle with yours. When he finally pulls away you’re breathless and lean your head forward to rest on his shoulder, arms going around his waist.

“I just love you so much” he whispers against your hair. “I’d do anything for you, you know that?”

“I know” you murmur. “You do do everything for me Marcus. I love you too, more than anything” Your arms tighten a little more around his middle and you bury your face in his neck, unable to hold back the few tears that spill out. Marcus nuzzles at the side of your face and you can feel his own tear stained cheeks as he holds you close in the quiet serenity of your bathroom. You both take a minute to just let the moment settle over you before finally Marcus heaves a little sigh and pulls back, quickly wiping away at his face with the back of his hands.

“Come on, let me take you to bed”

You spend the night in his arms. The steady beat of his heart where your ear lays pressed against his chest lulling you into a peacefulness that you hadn’t felt in days.

Sunday is a whirlwind. The first time you wake up it’s to Marcus with his head between your legs, slowly lapping at you like a cat with a bowl of cream. He’s not hurried or frenzied or even seemingly trying to work towards an end goal of an orgasm for you, he just needs to be close to you, taste you. He lazily licks and kisses and sucks at you while you gently writhe your hips against him, hands lost in his soft hair and fingernails occasionally scraping against his scalp, which you know he loves. He murmurs little sweet nothings into your heated core while he pleasures you for what seems like a small eternity, never tiring or complaining, just reveling in the closeness. You end up orgasming twice during his time down there, which you’d guessed to be about an hour, both coming on quick, strong and sudden and from seemingly nowhere. Your hand fists in his hair and your hips arch upwards and still as he works you through each one and then he continues on. By the time your second orgasm has fully settled you gently push at the top of his head and he takes your wordless request, single digit slipping out of you and mouth moving away from your over sensitive sex to kiss and lick at the insides of each of your thighs, the top of your mound, and eventually making his way up your body until he’s lying on his side next to you.

He’s being his soft, sweet, gentle self this morning, you think it’s his way of making up for last night. Not that he has anything to make up for, at least in your mind.

“Baby,” you sigh, right hand coming up to cup his cheek.

“I love you” he says, in a way that makes it seem like he needs to remind you, like he’s saying it for the first time and needs to ensure you hear him.

“I love you too” you assure him.

He opens his arms and you crawl into them without question, letting him hold you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and you half draped over top of him with your face resting on his chest. He gently pets your hair and places little kisses to the top of your head while he holds you and you let out a content little sigh, snuggling deeper into his chest. You feel the unmistakable hardness of him between your two bodies but he seems to be trying to ignore it so you do your best not to grind against him like your body’s instincts want you to.

“We should talk” he murmurs against your hair and you gently nod your head in agreement.

“We should”

“How do we start?” He wonders honestly and you shrug your shoulders a little.

“I think first and foremost we need to be honest, no matter how hard it is to say or how hard it may be for the other person to hear”

“I agree” he says quietly, heaving a sigh.

A long silence stretches on before you realize you’ll have to be the one that starts this conversation.

“I miss him” you decide to start with, straight out of the gate. You agreed to be honest, after all, and that was the first thing on your mind, and it’s been on your mind all week. Your voice is quiet, meek even, but loud enough you know he’s heard you.

“I do too,” Marcus confesses, his arms tightening a little more around you, like he’s afraid you’ll be upset with his response.

You do gently pull away from Marcus’ hold, but only because you want to be able to look him in the eyes while you have this conversation so you gently push back and raise yourself up a bit so you’re fully on your side facing him. You settle his nerves by quickly wrapping both your hands around one of his and giving it a firm squeeze, bringing it to your lips to place a kiss on it.

“Why do you think he left?” You ask next, unable to hide the hurt in your voice.

“I don’t know” Marcus sighs deeply, his free hand coming up to scrub over his face. “I thought, at first, maybe you know it was me? Like what we did… he… didn’t like it or regretted it or something”

“Did you like it?” You flip the question back to Marcus. You assume he did, but you two really hadn’t had much of a conversation about it. He’d told you what they did, but didn’t dwell on it or how he’d felt about it.

“Um,” Marcus turns his face slightly away from you and you can see the tips of his ears turning a brighter shade of pink.

“Hey,” you say firmly, hands dropping his so you can place one on his cheek and force his gaze back to you. “Honesty, remember? There’s nothing you can say that will change how I feel about you, ok? Ever”

“I know, I’m sorry” he closes his eyes and takes a breath before opening them again and his gaze finally settles on you. “I… I mean, yes, ultimately. It was amazing. I came like… really fucking hard” he admits with a laugh to cover his obvious nerves and you offer a reassuring smile, nodding your head for him to continue. After a moment, he does. “I don’t know though, like I’ve never done anything with a guy before, or ever wanted to, so I think it was more so because it was Dave, rather than what we were doing? If… if that makes sense?” He tries, trailing off and unsure of how to articulate himself.

And it does make sense. At least to you. Because what had started between the three of you was supposed to be Dave offering you both something different, new, but then last weekend you had been with Dave in a similar way that you are with Marcus and you’d loved that too. And last night how Marcus was with you was everything Dave typically brought to the table and you loved that as well and yet, you still missed Dave. Not just the way he grabbed your hair when your mouth was around him, or the filthy words he’d murmur against your ear when he was deep inside you, or how his hand would tighten around your throat and release just moments before your orgasm inevitably crashed around you, but you missed him. You missed Dave.

“No, I get it” you finally say out loud, gently nodding your head. “Last night was… God Baby, that was fucking amazing” you admit, grin stretching across your features as you tilt your gaze back up to look at him and his own smile tugs at the corners of his lips like he’s elated to hear you say that.

“Yeah?” He questions with uncertainty in his tone.

“Yeah” you affirm with a solid single nod of your head. “But that’s kinda my point. Last night you gave me everything I could’ve wanted before and you did it so perfectly but…” you trail off, wanting to make sure you choose your words carefully but then you don’t have to because Marcus picks up on it immediately.

“But you still miss him”

“Yeah,” you shrug, your voice soft and you bring your gaze down to your lap, fingers absently picking at the sheet covering you. “Is that okay?”

Marcus heaves a sigh, pulling you close into his chest again and you go willingly, snuggling in his warmth and letting him hold you.

“Of course it’s ok”

There’s a long stretch of silence until finally Marcus murmurs into your hair, barely above a whisper but you hear him clear as day, “do you think you love him?”

Tears instantly well in your eyes and you turn your head to bury it in your husband's neck, bringing your own arms out to wrap around him and keep him close. You don’t give him any type of verbal confirmation or denial, because you haven’t really figured that out for yourself, but the non-answer is perhaps an answer enough itself for Marcus. He knows it the moment he feels the hot tears on his skin and he hugs you tighter, large hand splayed across your back gently smoothing up and down your spine and whispering quiet little affirmations about how it’s ok as he holds you in his arms.

You don’t need to assure Marcus that you still love him, or that your feelings for Dave in any way take away from what you feel for him. He knows, because deep down inside in a place that he hasn’t allowed his head or heart to go yet, he knows has similar feelings for Dave too but that it doesn’t change a single solitary thing he feels for you.

“I know, I know” he gently soothes, slightly rocking you in his arms as your tears begin to flow freely.

He continues to hold you, letting you cry until finally he hears you sniffle a few times and he knows the tears have begun to subside before he speaks again.

“I uh… went by his office. This week”

That gets your attention. You gently push away from his chest, quickly swiping at your wet face with your hands before you lean back enough so you can look at him again.

“He wasn’t there” Marcus quickly offers, before you get too invested. “But I asked around and someone eventually told me he took a sabbatical. I guess he was due for one for a while and never took it but Monday morning he came in and put in the request and told them it was urgent so they let him take it” Marcus finishes with a shrug.

Your heart sinks even further as Marcus tells you this. You had no idea it was this bad that Dave would rather abandon his job just to avoid seeing either of you. You still don’t understand it all, what happened. You wish he would just come back and talk to you, explain himself. Even if it was to officially end things, at least you’d know where he stands.

“Wherever he is, I hope he’s OK” you sigh, snuggling further into Marcus. At least you still had each other. Your mind doesn’t want to wonder whether or not Dave has someone in his own bed to help ease the pain away. Not that he doesn’t have every right to, but it hurts your heart too much to even consider that he might.

“Yeah, me too” Marcus echoes your sentiment, bringing his lips down to press to your forehead.

You spend the rest of the day naked in bed together, making love for hours. It’s slow and sensual at first as Marcus explores every inch of your body and you of his, re-cementing your bond through every touch and kiss. You both need this. When more urgent needs arise your pacing and breathing picks up but what doesn’t change is the way you hold each other's gaze the entire time, refusing to look away even as you both reach your climaxes and your eyes beg to squeeze shut. As the day drags on and the sun begins to set outside your bedroom window you’ve lost count of your combined orgasms, only taking breaks when you need a refractory period during which one of you will patter off to the kitchen to get something easy to eat in bed along with some water and bring it back for you both to refuel your energy.

You talk more too, in those in-between moments when your bellies are full and your libidos are taking a much needed rest. Eventually you even get into hypotheticals, what you would have done had Dave not left that night, how it would change things for your relationship going forward. You both agreed you wouldn’t mind him being a more permanent fixture in your lives,if that’s what he wanted. And not just for sex. You wanted to have dinners with him, and lazy Sunday mornings in bed. You wanted him to come over after a long day at work and all cuddle up on the couch together, or for him to let the two of you take care of him in whatever capacity he needs whenever he needs it. You just wanted Dave. Both of you did.

You realize though that talking like that only makes it hurt more, knowing Dave clearly didn’t want the same thing. Maybe you and Marcus had gotten too familiar with him, too close, and that’s why he left. He never signed up to be part of your marriage and maybe what you’d thought you’d felt that last night with him was just delusion on your part. If he’d felt what you felt, how could he have just walked away?

You both ultimately resign to the fact that it’s over, whatever you had with Dave, and you mourn the loss together and make the united decision to put all your efforts into building your marriage even stronger than it had been before. The two of you need each other more than ever to fill the Dave York sized hole that was left in both your broken hearts.

Less than a couple hundred miles away the man in question sat at a small dining room table in the overly priced and blandly decorated vacation cottage he had rented for the summer. The sound of his children laughing and playing in the front yard brought a smile to his face just as he lifted his coffee cup to taste that first morning sip. He’s thankful in this moment to his ex-wife for allowing him to take his girls on an impromptu summer getaway to the quaint little beach town just one state over in Delaware. He missed them, of course, and always wanted more time with them, but really and truly he needed an escape from his life. He knew it was only a matter of time before you or Marcus would come looking for him and knew that Marcus could easily get access into his office building with the credentials he had so he felt he had no choice. He couldn’t face either of you right now, it was too painful. He knew if he didn’t stop seeing you now, he’d never want to stop, and that’s not what either of you had signed up for. It was easier for everyone this way, he’d let you get back to your lives and he would rebuild his own into what it was before. Quiet, solitary, comfortable.

Over the two and a half months he was away he would occasionally pick up his phone and check on your social medias. Neither of you posted a lot, but when you did you always looked happy. Marcus with his arm around you at an outdoor music festival, cocktails on a patio somewhere at sunset, a picture of Marcus in a sharp suit at one of your work fundraiser events standing next to the coat check with a slightly crooked smile on his face and holding your purse for you with your cute little caption that read ‘name a more perfect husband, I’ll wait’. Marcus had ‘liked’ and replied to the post saying “anything for my perfect wife.”

And they were perfect, Dave mused with a heavy sigh, clicking off his phone and tossing it across the table before burying his face in his hands. He needed to stop this, it only made it harder instead of easier. His children were a great distraction during the day, but at nights when he was alone in bed, his mind and his dick always betrayed him and thought of the two of you. He’d wrap a fist around himself and close his eyes, picturing the way you looked up at him on that last night together when he stood broken and desperate at your doorstep. Or Marcus sinking to his knees in front of him in the shower, or the way he felt when tremors racked his body as he came with Dave’s strong arms wrapped around his wet body.

God he missed you. Both of you. And unfortunately for him his sabbatical was coming to an end and the school year would be starting for his kids again and he had to go home, face reality. It was ok though, he doubted you still thought of him or would even bother to come looking for him after all this time. He could go back to the way his life always was. Dave had always been good at compartmentalizing and he could do this, too, he thinks. Washington was plenty big for the three of you, what were the odds he’d even run into you?

He didn’t know it at the time, but he was about to find out.

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emeritus-fuckers · 3 months

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Can you make headcanons with Papa or any papa of your choice comforting afab!reader? My period suddenly happened when I was away from home and I bled through all of my clothes and on my winter coat and I want to cry from pain and because of my ruined clothes

Papas supporting their afab!s/o on their period

CW: mentions of weed in young nihil's.

Primo

Very calm with the whole thing, this is nothing new to him he's had to support people before so he is really good in how he deals with it.

He makes you feel just as calm and helps you not to feel embarassed, nothing to be embarased about.

He goes to your room and gets clean clothes for you to put on.

He makes a calming pot of tea bringin git to you and pouring you both a mug.

"Don't worry about the clothes, I know you loved them but we can clean them, if not I know some really nice shops. The main thing is you are okay" He wraps his arms around you and kisses you.

"You look beautiful amore, no matter what you wear you are more beautiful to me than the sunrise" He smiles at you and kisses you.

You kiss him back and snuggle in his arms. You start to realise you are no longer in pain and look back at the tea. Primos little smile lets you know that yes he has learnt to brew a tea that helps with period pains.

Secondo

Somehow, as usual, he seems to know more about you and your potential issues than you do.

The moment you mention your period, he's giving you a warm shower (showers with you if you ask, of course) and then puts you in bed in the most comfortable clothing you own.

If you deem his clothes as more comfortable, he will make you wear his clothes.

Don't even thing about worrying about getting anything bloody. That can be washed out or he can simply buy you new things.

You're being kept in warmth with chocolate, painkillers and water on the night table waiting.

You want anything at all? You got it, no questions asked.

You are getting spoiled as much as possible.

This man does not let you do anything You're going through Hell right now, you are allowed only to rest.

And if you need to have your brain fucked out so you can't think of the pain, his blood kink will be happy to deliver.

Terzo

They know all too well when your cycle is starting…because they came to the realization your cycles had synced.

You aren’t quite sure how he knew to leave out the supplies, painkillers and chocolate until he walked in with the same predicament of being coated in blood.

“I see we both got caught by surprise amore…come.”

He draws the both of you a bath, already ordering takeout for you both according to cravings. (Why does he have ghouls if they aren’t meant to get them their nuggets?)

Leaves gentle kisses all over your face and shoulders as you both get cleaned up.

Comfy clothes are left waiting for you both on the bed, Ifrit under the blankets to serve as a living heating pad for you both. (Again; why do they have ghouls if they aren’t heating pads?)

They are definitely not concerned about blood getting on anything when you both are suffering.

Terzo might not feel well himself, but they’ll spoil you rotten as you suffer this monthly curse together.

Copia

He hears how distressed you are on the phone and drops everything immediatly. He hates hearing you like this and it scares him but he knows he can also help.

He tells you stay where you are and takes the car to come and get you. Just him on his own no Ghoul to drive him this time.

He helps you in and wraps a blanket around you and hands you a hot water bottle for the pain. "Don't worry amore" He says with a calm smile "These things happen cara".

When you get back to his rooms he lends you his most comofrtable t-shirt and traksuit bottoms and sorts out the dirty ones sending them to be cleaned. No one will know they are your clothes and the ministry cleaners are very good at getting blood out of clothes.

His clothes are so comforting they smell of him and you curl up on the sofa.

He gets you anything he can to help with the pain and then sits with you on the sofa. "Video games or watch a film?" He asks with a soft kiss to your lips.

He also brings you the nicest hot chocolate or something else depending on what you are craving.

Old Nihil

He's very sad to see you in pain, but also somewhat clueless on what to do.

Gets you a nurse so you can have all the care you need.

He's gonna stay in bed with you for as long as you need him to.

He does not care about the state of his robes, if they get all bloody, so be it. Cuddling you is more important.

He makes sure you know that the bloody clothing doesn't matter, it's just clothing.

Spends a day in bed with you, watching movies and cuddling.

Well... you watch a movie. He watches you, just being happy if you feel better. As long as you're comfortable, everything is okay.

You two share a bunch of sweets together and drink a lot of tea (which results in him having to go to the bathroom about as often as you do when changing pads/tampons).

Yes, he waits outside the bathroom like a lost puppy.

He's gonna be with you the entire time you need him to be.

And let's be honest, his arms are very comfortable.

Young Nihil

Gets you a shit ton of sweets. Chocolate, candy, sweet drinks, pudding, jelly... anything.

Also, drugs. Be it painkillers or just good old weed that you may need.

Cuddles and sex. That's what you do most of the time, honestly.

Movies and snacks, too.

He probably has a Sibling of Sin get you some period products because let's be real, he'd totally get something completely unrelated. Or buy out the entire store.

Or somehow come back with a new pet, which can vary from a kitten to a llama to a fucking dinosaur (somehow), so it's best not to send him shopping alone.

Besides, he's much more comfortable to lay on.

And all the treats he brings are nice, too.

And of course, the Seven Inches of Satanic Panic don't need much stimulation to get hard.

Papas I and IV written by Nyx.

Papa II and Papa Nihil written by Nosferatu.

Papa III written by Death.

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ssaaaronmontgomery · 11 months

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God I want Hotch to be my sugar baby and wear the gucci ties I pick out for him and the cuff links with MY initials (bc duh he’s cuffed now) and I want to swindle a moving company into suddenly upgrading the couch and wheely chair and coffee machine in his office and I want him to find flowers delivered to said office all the time and to police stations throughout the country wherever he is I WILL SPOIL HIM

Omg yes<3333. I love the idea of sugar baby!hotch

You spoil him so so much. And at first he's a bit embarrassed and shy when you do. He gets all red and flushed! He's not used to being the one that is spoiled by someone else. And every time he sees something new show up in his office his heart flutters and he smiles so much all day<33. And when you refurnish his office he calls you because somehow he knows it was you (profiler skills and also because you asked him what his favourite colour is recently and the couch happens to be that colour) and he definitely tries to talk you into returning them when he sees them because "no no, this is too much. I can't accept these" but you're not having it and eventually you make him agree to it no matter how much he tries not to. He honestly loves the new furniture and when you ask him he quietly answers you with a shy "yes *blushes* very much. Thank you" and even though you can't see him you know he's looking down at the floor with a little smile<3. On cases he very much loves when he gets things from you. Because they're a bright light in all the darkness. It makes everything just a little (lot) better and it briefly takes his mind off of the case at hand and gives him a breath of fresh air that he desperately needs even if he doesn't realise it. It's hard for him to admit but he loves being spoiled by you. And it takes him awhile to get used to it. At first he definitely tries to return the sentiment by trying to spoil you as well but you quickly shut that down because he's your sugar baby. You're not...sugar partners...(he wants to be though 😂❤️). But he does get to spoil you on special occasions. Like a birthday or certain holidays. And he GLADLY wears things with your initials on them! He loves it actually. He gets very comfortable with being yours. (Also he definitely wants to know how you know where he's at if he hasn't told you yet lmao. "How do you know exactly where I'm at?" "I have my ways" he gives up on trying to figure it out) and when he asks how he can repay you since he can't go out and buy you new furniture too "well what can I do for you?" "A hug. Or snuggle with me. Or just eat something and get some sleep because you need it and we both know it" he's so stubborn at first because he wants to buy you everything too. But eventually he accepts it and loves it. He always gets flustered when you tell him how good he looks in his new tie<33. (And yes this man is very cuffed and very much loves it) Also 😂 "how did you get a moving company to do all this?" "I told you, I have my ways." If the team knows, Garcia definitely tells you where the team is at all times because she loves that her boss man has someone taking care of him<3. Like he deserves<3.

I never thought of sugar baby!hotch and now I need it.

#criminalskies!!#pls aaron was a bit confused about how it works at first because he has never been a sugar baby before 🤭🤭#“but why can't i get you stuff too????” “because that's not how it works sweet boy”#pls i want to spoil him SO SO BAD #sweet boy deserves to be spoiled #ask #ask answered #aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #sugar baby!hotch #sugar baby!aaron hotchner #sugar baby!aaron #mon answers 🩷

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blueberrypancakesworld · 11 months

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NSFW - Alphabet - Euronymous

warning : +18, Minors don't interact, it's getting steamy under the cut

masterlist-Rory's characters, masterlist-Lords of Chaos 2018

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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A = Aftercare (how they are after sex).

°Even if it doesn't seem like it from the outside, especially when you're alone together, he's just a big cuddler and softy. If you don't snuggle up to him, he'll put an arm around you, stroke through your hair and share a cigarette with you if you want.

°But if he ever gave up control, I think he'd just be happy to have you next to him, running your hands through his hair, telling him how good he was, and he'd practically melt in your arms, of course it would take him longer to admit it.

°,,My beautiful little devil"

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B = Bodypart (his favourite part of you and them)

°He is sure of himself and even if his point is to be and look socially different, he still makes himself pretty in his own way and white. But his favourite part of his body is his hands. Not only is he damn good at playing the guitar, but he can also spoil you. He knows exactly what to do, how to touch you and what excites you the most. He is definitely very skilled with his fingers.

°He loves your body more than anything and besides the dark arts, it's your breasts that he loves. He is definitely a breast guy. They are perfectly made for him in his eyes, as he said. After sex cuddling and he just lays on your torso, or just feels the softness and warmth under his hands. Especially how sensitive she can be always makes him smile and is the beginning of a long night of teasing.

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C= Cum (anything to do with cum)

°Kids no. Which is why he was almost meticulous about not coming in the first place. But after you told him that you take the pill and that there is luckily also something like condoms.

°But afterwards he just loves to come all over you. Whether it's breasts, upper body, back, ass, just everywhere.

°He always has a fascinated look when he looks at his "work" before he wipes it away with a cloth or his fingers. Knowing that it was him who did it...like a boast for his ego.

°,,So good...so pretty"

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D = Dirty Secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

°An almost open secret that he always wants to be in control. Whether in his band or in the group. Even in bed he always wants to be in control. However, what would definitely excite him is if you teased him as opposed to him teasing you. It would be like a little challenge for him not to just give in and end up on the bed. But maybe there's a moment or two where he gives in faster than he'd like, the moment of giving in...where he wants to be pampered and surrenders to you more submissively.

°A fantasy that won't let him go that he had since you were on stage as a substitute guitarist. Maybe it was the lights, the music, the audience or just everything together. But when he watched you playing the guitar, moving to it, he swore he felt his excitement in his leather pants. Ever since the performance, he couldn't let go of the fantasy of just pushing you to the ground at a performance and taking you for all to see.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

°He is not a sex god like Varg don't get me wrong but he has his experiences and they were not few. He's had a few girlfriends and more than the odd sex date after a show. So don't worry he has enough experience to give you more than just a good time.

°As mentioned before, he doesn't just have magic hands to say the least. He knows what he's doing to not only give you more than just an orgasm, but also to make the pampering, foreplay and everything around it enjoyable and good for you.

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F = Favourite position (without saying you know what it's about)

°Cowgirl = Besides the repressed submissive in him, he just loves to see you complete. The way you move on top of him, your rhythm paired with his when he holds you comfortably tight on your hips. The way you cling to him almost desperately for more of the feeling, begging him to go faster. But one of the best things about the position is the view of your breasts. When you bend down slightly to kiss him and he can place his hands on them. He just loves it.

°Missonar position = The good easy position but just because it's one of the more normal ones doesn't mean it's boring. Not with Euroynmous. Not only does he have you under him and you completely to himself again. It excites him especially as it reminds him of his stage fantasy (bonus point for him). He will take your whole body, kiss you, spoil you and give you the best time. Watching your reactions, hearing your pleas for more, there is nothing better for him than to know and see that he is causing these reactions.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they funny? etc.)

°If you've teased each other before and the tension between you just increases with each moment and it would only take one too many touches to light the fire, then he's more serious. Concentrates on your and his lust, the sex and the excitement between you.

°A quieter evening and just something gentler, I think it's nice that maybe one or the other comment or joke comes from both him and you. At the latest, when one of you starts to tickle the other and you are lying in the varnish, it doesn't matter anyway. The founder of Mayhems also has a gentle and funny manner.

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H = Hair (how shaved is it? Does the trunk match the apple? ect.)

°It's a little darker than his normal brown sometimes it looks black but it depends on the light. Euronymous when he is in a creative phase for days on end or just partying for several days, he rarely comes to groom his body.

°But when he's not in a creative phase, he at least takes care of his body hygiene. At the latest when you point it out to him, the shower is running and the shaving foam is being used.

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I = Intimacy (how are they at the moment the romantic aspect)

°It's not too hard for Euronymous to be romantic. He has many thoughts on how to show you his love. From small gifts to gestures, touches and songs.

°He will often say I love you especially when you are alone without the band and just the two of you and the horror movie in front of you. It's important for him to say the three words because he's afraid he won't say them often enough.

°Above all, he is grateful and completely romantic when he notices that you have had a stressful day. He will try to distract you from your stress, hug you and shower you with romantic gestures.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

°If this is the first time you've seen each other, be sure that the image that pops into his head is when he uses his fanaticism and sees you. Innocent of him maybe ruined, pushing towards him, or just finding yourself undressing in his shop? He has many fantasies that he uses to pass the time.

°When you are together and you are not with him because of your job or other things, he uses his fantasies, photos of you or just a piece of your clothing to stimulate his fantasies and arousal.

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Kink = (one or more of the kinks)

°Praise kink = What flatters his ego and makes him blush slightly are words of praise. Egall whether you tell him how good he is for you when he sleeps with you. Egall if you beg him and tell him how good his fingers feel. He loves to be admired, to be rewarded with words. It only makes him want you more.

°Power Play = Maybe you've had a little too much to drink and it's more than clear what you both want. But who has the power? Who wins in the end? Who has the other in his hands? He just loves to tease you, to make you see that he is not only the founder of Mayhem but also the leader who knows what he wants. Watching you give yourself to him in a short burst of love is what he loves.

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L = Location (favourite place to do it)

°The bedroom or living room. Preferably places in his or your flat. He wants to have you to himself, the security you give him in those moments in his life when he feels he is losing control. It's just an environment that gives him something like security.

°If it's not in the bedroom, it's most likely his record shop or the back of a stage. A place he still knows and feels comfortable in, always with the thought that you could be discovered at any time.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on)

°Praise = A few words of praise and teasing from you and Euronymous is all yours. He just loves this mix of provocation and praise. It makes his heart beat faster, wants to pull you to him and just kiss you and show what you do to him.

°Music = Music is a big factor in his perfect life for him. The right music in the room, a few dance moves on your part and he feels his pants tighten. It's just like the music permeates him and guides him. It's like a power he loves to hear certain songs when you make love. It made the atmosphere all the more beautiful for him.

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N = No (something they wouldn't do, dismissing)

°Orgies = Something about the idea of not being in complete control bothers him. He would have to share you, not have you to himself. It reminds him of Varg bouncing around with how many he's had and how many at a time.

°Pain = Yes, even if he uses a whip never too hard, he knows how far he can go with it. But he refuses to do anything else that causes more pain than pleasure. He is in an environment full of violence and dark things he doesn't need to see or have on you in his bedroom. It makes him kind of scared not to be able to control how far he can go.

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O = Oral (preference whether giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

°To him, beating you orally is like an extra for him. If he can't bring you to a climax, he practically forces you with words and kisses to let him go between your legs. Small kisses on your skin, a light tickling and small circling movements with his fingers on his way to your centre are a must. In his eyes it should be pure relaxation for you and you should simply enjoy it. But it usually doesn't stop at one round, that's for sure.

°However, if he wants you to satisfy him, he will if he doesn't make it clear in the foreplay and with teasing what he wants. But once between his legs he loves it when you tease him. Just a few light kisses and little scratches with his fingers will make him sigh, which quickly turns into loud moans and whimpers when you take him completely in your mouth. He will run his fingers through your hair, directing you, but his sounds are almost pathetically veiled by lust.

°,,Ah-please-please...keep it up-that's it-ah".

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P = Pace (are they fast and hard? slow and sensitive? etc.)

°He's exactly how you want him to be, maybe a little cliché, but if you tell him how you want it, he'll always stick to it.

°Slow, gentle, intimate sex is just as good for him as fast and hard. You are his beloved person he loves you in his dark heart. Of course, when he gets close to his climax, he might speed up a bit, but he will stick to your wishes.

°But rather faster and harder, close the door and turn up the music, because the neighbours don't need another noise nuisance. He will happily comply with your request and definitely lose himself in his desire to seek fast and hard redemption for you and him.

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Q = Quickie (your opinion on quickies, how often etc)

°Yes, he is always up for a quickie. Before he opens his shop why not, just before closing he is there. Or even in the shower when it's not always the busiest time. As long as there's a little time, he's usually all in. Especially a quickie before or after a performance is incredibly relaxing for him to just fuck the adrenaline out.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

°He would definitely try it a few times. Maybe not directly in a crowded place in the middle of the city. A side alley of a club or a concert maybe? He's had some experience, but he still prefers a space where he can have you all to himself.

°But when you make a quick round in the basement of his record shop, he leaves the curtain open, the door ajar and turns the music down. Knowing that he and you will be heard. Because the risk of being discovered excites him more than it should.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long can they last?)

°He can definitely go a few rounds even if you don't think he is more athletic than he looks and has more than enough stamina. At least two to three rounds are inside rounds and time in which he gives you pleasure.

°But what brings him to the edge of pleading and his climax faster than he'd like is when you suck him. He just melts into you.

°,,So good ah-keep going please"

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T = Toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on their partner or themselves?)

°Camera = Although not necessarily a sex toy for him, it is a lot more. Take pictures of them while you are climaxing. Directly a whole album. When you're riding him and he wants to show you how beautiful his hands are around your breasts, a whole lightning storm of photos. He just loves to capture the moment of your intimacy and look at it. Especially when you're not around and he's jerking off to it.

°,,That's it...look how beautiful you look"

°Whip = The cool black leather in his hand just felt right. To have the power to decide what he could do. What he could achieve with it. Covering the red warm stripes on your skin with kisses, or just moving the leather over your skin, holding the moment in his hand and hesitating it out.

°,,Ah not yet...I know you can take more".

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U = Unfair (how they love to tease)

°Euronymous loves to tease you in the moments when it is least appropriate. A meeting at your parents and suddenly you feel his hand on your thigh. You with him in the cinema and his sweet words in your ear. He loves to tease you.

°But it just gets needy when he just wants to feel you. To sleep with you, to prove his love to you, everything. From looks, to words, and movements, to sounds and touches. He would do anything to get you into bed.

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V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make, etc.)

°It's mostly words leaving his lips along with some heavier breathing sounds and the odd moan as he gets closer to his climax.

°Telling you how good you are for him when you ride him is better than any sounds he might make (not to mention sweet whimpering sounds).

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

°It was just by chance that he came into the kitchen when he heard your hiss. But the day he saw the blood running down your hand as you cut yourself more than deeply with a knife, it brought back not only a wave of flashbacks to Pelle and inspiration but also a wave of excitement. The blood was only the sinewy head, your tear-veiled gaze, your plea and brief whimper for his help. How fragile you seemed and yet so beautiful. He had taken you for hours that day the image of your beauty, your helplessness for him only made him more excited.

°Halloween. It seemed to be every day for all of them somehow. The question is, who dresses up? Mayhem or all the poser residents? Anyway, when the bell went to his shop and he saw you, he stopped moving for a moment. It was Halloween and you were just supposed to pick up a few things for the shop that fit just fine when he saw the rope around your neck. Not tight enough to take your breath away but not too loose that it slipped around. ,,Do you like it?" he heard your voice before he reached out to pull you closer and into an eager kiss. There was hardly a day when you took it off, that much was certain.

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X = X-ray (let's look under the clothes)

°The little happy trail he sometimes keeps or not depending on his mood. The length 14cm/5,5inch is about s-larger than normal but still miraculous. The width is enough for your fingertips to touch lightly and give him the pleasure he needs.

°One thing he returns with a broad, almost arrogant grin and look are your glances at his V-line and happy trail, as well as his belly when he wears a short shirt or top. Especially in summer, he thinks you're practically glued to him as often as he catches you looking at him.

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Y = Yearning (how high is the sex drive?)

°Not at first, and especially not before your relationship, he was way too busy with his band and managing his record shop. Maybe once you snuggle up to him and make it more than conspicuously clear what you want from him, he'll give in faster.

°But at the latest after everything is settled and he gets to know about Varg, he is almost meticulous about what you both have done...sometimes down to the smallest detail (everything to keep his place as leader). From then on it doesn't matter if one of his colleagues is in the room or not, it doesn't stop him from letting his hand wander, a quick whisper or a too intimate kiss that says exactly what he wants.

°,,Come on, a little show maybe?"

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Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

°Not necessarily very quickly, even if it was a long night of fun for two, he usually doesn't fall asleep right away or only later afterwards. Not because he is not exhausted but because he wants to capture his creativity. Whether in the form of lyrics or sounds. Something good could come out of it.

°But on nights, especially after gigs, he usually falls asleep within minutes, calm and peaceful. Sometimes you only notice when he doesn't answer you anymore, even though you're having a very good conversation. On other days when he has fallen asleep he mumbles a few indistinct things to himself which is all the more cute including the smeared corpse paint.

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@mayhem-things

#reader is female #lords of chaos 2018 #lords of chaos #smut alphabet #euronymous x reader #euronymous #euronymous x fem reader #+18 content #minors dont read

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nyxiswrites1200 · 1 year

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Leon Kennedy Headcanons SFW

It's time to show how delusion I am about Leon Kennedy 🥰 This just my opinion but if you have any other ideas or headcanons I'd love to hear about them in the comments 🩷

Warnings: Leon Lore spoils, mentions of trauma/PTSD/insecurity. This is all my own opinion.

• We all know Leon has some serious trauma and PTSD from his job. If you were good friends with him or his lover, then he'd definitely be more vulnerable around you. There'd probably be moments where you'd see him be so gentle or break down but he never shows how much he's hurting in front of anyone else.

• Leon seems like the guy who would snuggle into your chest after a rough nightmare and just wants to cuddle. If RE2 Leon is anything to think about, he's definitely a softie at heart.

• Leon would probably try to avoid dating anyone in the first place. He feels his job is too dangerous and wouldn't want anyone to get hurt. He wouldn't want his lover to mourn or worry about him if something bad were to happen to Leon. He avoids romance or pushes the feelings away before they can become anything more.

• Don't be mistaken, Leon really wants love. With the way his life has been he craves to be that important to someone but he's also so used to going without it that he's learned to not expect it in his life.

• Leon also seems like he's the type who maybe has some insecurities. Seeing so many people in his life die has caused him to feel like he's not strong enough or not good enough. He works harder so he can save people but sometimes feels it's all pointless.

-----Now to get a little fluffy 🥺-----

• Dating Leon wouldn't be the easiest thing. He has a lot of unresolved traumas and a dangerous job. But depending on your perspective, it would be worth it.

• He would care for you deeply and do anything to protect you. If you loved Leon despite everything he's been through, he would love you more than anything else. He would cherish you and always make sure you're okay.

• Leon would probably worry that he burdens you but reassuring him is key. He would need your words of comfort to make him realize how much you care about him and that he's not any kind of burden to you.

• Leon would be a gentle lover, I think considering how much he's been through. He would want something soft and simple, that makes him forget about the struggles of his life and the reality of it all.

• Sometimes Leon stresses himself out and feels the weight of everything on him a little more than other days. Your touch and words are comforting to him. He'd want to be close to you during these times but would have trouble asking for it.

• I think Leon would have an anxious attachment style. Considering he never received the love and attention of parents through his childhood and that continued through his life. Plus he's been put through dangerous missions and training as well. He hasn't gotten the emotional growth that he probably needs. He struggles to try and ask you for things and needs a lot of reassurance and would never turn down a comforting hug or hand holding.

• But a relationship with Leon wouldn't be unfair. He'd comfort you and reassure you just as much as you do him. He loves you and would do anything to keep you happy and safe. He would work with your attachment styles and love languages to make you happy.

• Leon would come to you just to kiss you or hug you simply because he was thinking about you. But he only does this when you're alone, he doesn't really like publicly displaying himself as vulnerable.

• When Leon leaves for missions for his job, he'll often tell you that he will always come back because you're waiting for him. This is to reassure you but he truly does mean it.

• Probably one of the only people to know you two are dating would be Ashley. Leon would tell her or she'd probably walk in on you two kissing or something. Leon wouldn't really flaunt his relationship with you, but he wouldn't be scared to admit he loves you if someone asked.

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monstercampus · 6 months

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Ellie help I have werewolf brain rot and Kirk has been living in my mind rent free the past few nights 😩 please tell me more about him, does he have a secret soft side or is being mean his love language and you know he cares about you if he's giving you a hard time? Why does he live in a dorm by himself? Where is he on the possessive scale? Honestly just tell me everything you know about him so I can simp to the best of my ability 🥺😫🙏

And actually while I'm here, anything about Elliott or Julian would also be tasty 👀👀👀 forgive me for the werewolf team fic altered my brain chemistry and I may never be the same

absolutely !! !!!!! i am at your mercy uwu <33 (this is mostly stream of consciousness so if u want more i am READY)

(cws: kirk being a sap + lore)

Kirk is very much that way--giving you a hard time is generally how he shows he cares about you. He's only truly mean to those he doesn't care about, and trust that there is a difference even when you get frustrated over his attitude in the beginning. He didn't grow up with a lot of love in his household so it's really not his area of expertise, he never really learned how to show it and only started experiencing affection when he joined the pack and made friends with all the other werewolves. Being snuggled, having his hair stroked instead of pulled, listening to his friends talk about him being handsome and smart even if he's got a shitty attitude.....it's weird to him. He doesn't hate it deep down, but he hates how it makes him feel vulnerable when he doesn't want to be.

'Vulnerable' is barely even in his vocabulary, which is why he comes at you with so much heat at first. He'd been hoping and praying that you two could boink, have a good time, and then you would pretend like it never happened so he wouldn't have to face any of those feelings he has when he looks at you. But when you don't, and when you're just so sweet, Kirk can't handle it and has to revert to what he knows: being a dick. Not nearly to the extent of how he is with other people, but just enough to keep you at arm's length in his constant fear that you're gonna end up making him feel like he isn't totally worthless. Because what would he do then? He's accepted the role of being an irredeemable, raging douchebag for pretty much all his life. He's got an attitude, his temper is awful, he doesn't consider himself that good-looking, he's got some of the worst grades out of the whole pack, he fixates on things and lets them consume all his thoughts, and he hasn't even got any palate to boot and will eat just about anything, even if it's on the verge of spoiling. He's total garbage and he's friends with a pack of people that couldn't be more perfect; Julian is incredibly charming, Portia's practically a genius, Nick is insanely handsome, Elliott is so gentle and really funny, Priam is a total sweetheart and Athos is the pinnacle of cool in his eyes. How could he even think of measuring up to all that, much less stick out among the rest and prove he's worth even a little bit of your love?

That may be the most frustrating part about Kirk--he can be the prickliest guy you know and he would die before he ever says those things out loud, but he seriously admires his friends and you yet he has little to no belief in himself. Granted, growing up he would've gotten his ass beat for showing that kind of weakness, so it's still deeply ingrained in him as an adult--especially since the pack are pretty much the first friends he's ever made on his own. And at his core, he's jealous. Jealous of them and their nice families, jealous of how well they all turned out despite going through their own struggles, jealous of how easy it is for them to be open when he's terrified of people finding out he's bi, jealous of you for being so brave and so beautiful in equal measure....so that's why the best thing he can do--in his own opinion of course--is to be your collective guard dog.

After all, Kirk isn't afraid to bite. His instincts are hard to control in his human form, could you even imagine how feral he can get when he's full wolf, or even just close to the full moon? If anything it's what he's good at; hunting, beating ass, and taking a punch. If he can't be as good as you and the others deserve, the least he can do is make sure that sweetness and the goodness of your souls isn't ever dominated by someone else. He'll spill blood, he doesn't care. He would even get suspended if it came to that, expelled, arrested, whatever it takes and he'll let the chips fall where they may. You'll know his love for you is real when he starts acting protective over you, not only when other people try to bother you but as far as your daily needs as well. Have you eaten properly? Are you thirsty? Do you need to sleep? When's the last time you stretched? He acts like it's a favour he's doing for you, like you're a little wolf that needs caring after, but in truth it settles his own self-doubts and makes him happier knowing that he's doing something for you--that he's taking care of you like a mate would, and when you smile at him or thank him for his help he just melts. He would do anything to keep hold of that smile.

.....Which is why he's got a plan in his head for after graduation. He and Nick are the oldest and thus are going to graduate first of all of you, so once that's over and done with he's got plans to start building a place for you all to properly call 'home'. It's nothing crazy--just a cabin in the woods--but if there's one thing he can confidently say he's good at it's woodworking, and he's sketched out the designs to make it everything you could ever want.

Personal rooms for you, him, and Portia who has trouble falling asleep when it's noisy. A big living room with enough sofas to fit you all. Polished oak walls like Julian grew up with and always wanted to see again. A bathtub big enough to fit Nicky's giant, muscly legs without spilling over. Tables and chairs to fit everyone and more, to fit all the family gatherings and maybe even the pups you might have one day. A garden out back where he'll plant those ugly little flowers Elliott loves. Trees and greenery around where they can run and hunt and play during the full moon, totally obscured by the rest of the world. A big fucking chandelier in the dining room to intimidate any friends you bring over that think they're hot enough shit to snatch you. It's gonna be perfect, it's gonna be the one thing he can say he's proud of in practically his whole life. It'll be a gift to all of you for putting up with his assholery for so damn long, for sticking with him even when he couldn't find a single reason why you should.

That's the kind of love Kirk shows. Words don't mean much to him--actions and acts of service are how he expresses his affections, because it's much simpler for him to put work into something he can touch and measure and paint rather than throw some flimsy words around and call it love. Plus, one of the reasons why he lives in his own dorm is because his downtime is incredibly important to him. Usually he would request a private one-bedroom apartment, but this year he was assigned roommates that he very quickly drove away with his annoying habits almost entirely on purpose. If he's not comfortable with someone, then like hell is he going to share an intimate living space with them--and after a long day he just needs time to be completely alone. He has to think, work on his projects, exercise, chew on something, and have no prying eyes around that will impede his progress in trying to figure out how the hell he can try to make himself worthy of being loved by you. A dumb, violent wolf reaching to grab the very moon from the sky.

#kirk (mc)#werewolf x reader #werewolf team #monster boyfriend #monster campus lore #neutral pov #ellie writes #phantom-ofthelibrary #anons #werewolf boyfriend

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palesweetscherryblossom · 2 months

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I feel more healthy, domestic family stuff. Also hoping to brighten up your mood a bit. So here is some:

Dabi gave a hum as he opened the door to the hideout after robbing another store for supplies. Along the most important essentials, he also got some small and colorful marshmallows as well as a little stingray plushie. When his eyes gazed upon his little toddler, he couldn't help but smile.

The kid was sitting on the couch as they held tightly onto their shark plushie while leaning against Tomura. The man, the leader, known as a cruel monster, had an arm around the little child as the two watched some ocean documentary. He even wore his gloves to be extra sure not to hurt the child.

When he stepped into the living room with the half destroyed couches, Tomura looked up at him. He gave a small greeting nod as he didn't want to interrupt the narrator talking about fish. He moved his arm to grab the remote to pause the DVD so that Dabi can have some quality time with the kid.

The bright blue eyes of the toddler moved around when Tomura moved his arm, almost confused at first but not when they heard a familiar voice calling out for them. Their head darted around as they jumped to their feet and sprinted over to Dabi on the couch. The man smiled as he placed the bag down quickly to catch the little ball of energy. As soon as he caught them, they snuggled into his chest. "Warm Papa." Came from below his head, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, I am warm." He went to sit down on the couch as well.

Tomura watched the two for a second before he hummed, "So? How successful were you today?" He asked as his eyes inspected the bag. Without hesitation Dabi took the bag and lifted it on the couch so that Tomura could inspect his success. But he, of course, took the little stingray plushie out first. "Come here," he smiled as he adjusted the toddler in his lap. He had taken off his coat and now wrapped it around them.

Their bright eyes moved to Dabi, and the man couldn't help but smile more. They were so adorable and small. "I got something for you," he cooed as his one hand toyed with the plushie behind their back. The way their eyes lit up made the whole run absolutely worth it. "What is it?" They asked as they scooted around a bit from excitement. The other villain couldn't help but look up from his task as he observed the two. It would be hard not to admit that it touched his heart. To know that a cruel villain could burn hundreds with ease now sitting on a couch and smiling like an idiot to give their spoiled toddler a present. It was nice in a way.

The ravenette chuckled as he revealed the black stingray plushie with white dots on it. It looked small when he held it, but when the child had taken it with a huge smile and pressed it against their chest...it looked quite big. It was adorable. His now free hand went over the part of the jacket that had their back under it. "You are welcome," he smiled at the child. "Thank you! Thank you!" Came with a high voice in return before the little one cuddled against Dabi's chest. The man hummed as he adjusted the jacket to cover everything but their wild, untamable hair. "There you go,"

Tomura couldn't help but give a small hum as well as a chuckle. "Such a badass villain, and now cuddling with a toddler on the couch." He teased the man like he always did. "Don't you dare act like you aren't jealous." He snickered as he moved a bit closer. The other turned on the documentary again, and instantly, the toddler turned towards the TV to watch it again with big eyes, absorbing all the information like a sponge to later tell everyone.

Dabi turned his head towards the other as he whispered. "How are things going?" He didn't want the little one to be involved in the adult stuff. So he and Tomura just exchanged information as they whispered it to one another. A calm atmosphere formed around the couches, and soon, the rest joined them. Even if Iguchi and Toga were doing their own things, they were still there as they snuck small glances at the little child. Mr. Compress practiced card tricks that he would show both Twice and the little toddler. It was always nice to watch their eyes get bigger as they clapped their hands and asked for the magic trick to be repeated.

But soon, the clock strikes two, which meant it was time for the toddler's nap. And like every other toddler, they immediately protested as they were in Dabi's arms and now carried away from the couch. "I can still stay awake. I am -yawn- not even that tired." They moved their little limbs in protest, which just made the plushies fall to the floor. Tomura gave a hum as he picked the shark and stingray up, but when the toddler tried to grab them with their extended hand, he took a step back. "You will get them when you are in bed."

The toddler could say nothing to that as they just held onto Dabi while being carried to their room. Inside their room were shelves filled with books as well as some ocean animal toys. But the most impressive was their bed. A mosquito net had been modified with stars as it wrapped around the upper part of the bed. And the whole bed was filled with small pillows and plushies. Along sharks were fish, whales, stingrays, crabs dolphins and eels, but mostly colorful tropical fish that he was sure the child could all name accordingly. When the child was sitting in the bed, they were about to protest again, but when they got their plushies, they instantly complied and got changed into their pajama. Tomura helped them adjust the net or curtain as they called it while Dabi folded the clothes and placed them in the child's wardrobe.

When Tomura heard the other come closer, he moved away and to the door as he watched the two whisper to one another as Dabi adjusted the blue blanket with ocean animals on it. "Sleep well, okay? I'll have some snacks ready when you wake up." He whispered as he kissed their head. The child looked at him. "Warm Papa." They whispered as they held onto his arm. "I know, my deep sea treasure." He replied with a soft smile on his lips. To know that his dangerous body and mind could protect and hold something so fragile and soft...was a feeling certainly. It was a great one on top of that.

"Papa?" He was thrown out of his thoughts and gave a small smile. "Yes?" He brushed through their hair and adjusted it around their little roundish face. "Can I have other Papa as well?" The man froze up for a second as he had to fight a small blush on his face. He was damn lucky that half of his face was burned away. "Yeah....let.. let me get him." He almost stumbled over his words as he moved away. When he was still in the dim room, he spoke to the other. "They want to talk to you." He pointed at the bed. At first, Tomura was surprised, but then he gave a nod as he walked over to the bed as well. "What do you need, you little rascal?" He gave an amused chuckle.

"Goodnight kiss. Papa gave me one already. Now, other Papa has to give one, too." They whispered, which had an immediate effect as Tomura felt his face heat up. He wasn't able to speak for a moment as his gloved hands held tightly onto the bed...Damm he was glad that the room was dim. "Y..yeah, sure." He whispered and leaned down very carefully to give them a kiss on the forehead. The child could almost not feel it at how careful the man was. When he moved away they gave a small hum. "Goodnight." They whispered and cuddled up with their plushie.

What the two now flustered men couldn't see when they left the room was a devious little grin on the child's face.

Au with toddler reader where Tomura and Dabi are so heavily pinning that the league thinks they are already in a relationship but their oblivious asses are not. And the kid is playing cupid by trying to make the two get together but in a weird way. Like they use the sea animal tactics of mating. Like yeah, a shiny rock and a nice looking bed for Tomura will definitely work because it works for pufferfish.

Awww, this is so adorable!

Reader Chan being interested in the ocean is honestly really neat! I imagine Toga took them to an aquarium once while the rest of the LOV were fucking with the heroes.

Also, Hawks trying to butt in and Dabi holds up Reader, saying: “You gotta get the squirt’s approval”

Reader responds with biting Hawk’ on the leg and refusing to let go

#yandere dabi #yandere mha #platonic yandere #yandere shigaraki #shigadabi

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danikamariewrites · 2 months

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Ooh oki got you do a dorian ddlg hc and his how obsessed he-is with reader 🥰🥰

Literally Obsessed

Dorain x reader

A/n: he would be obsessed with you and I need him to be obsessed with me so bad (him and Manon honestly)

Warnings: ddlg, soft dom!Dorian, fluff

When you started dating Dorian you were a little scared about how good things were going

He treats you well, he’s super sweet, and an amazing lover

You started pulling away a little when his affection and him being King became overwhelming

It was a lot to handle and Dorian was there to hold your hand and listen to you every step of the way

The first time you attended a ball with him, Dorian made sure everything was perfect. From your dress to your accessories (like Rhys he is a lil fashionista)

“You look stunning, my love.” He coos at you when you step out of your dressing room. You blush furiously through the cosmetics on your face

You try to hide your face but Dorian doesn’t allow that. He hooks his finger under your chin forcing you to look at him. “Hey, none of that now,” Dorian softly whispers

This was the moment your relationship became something more. Something that you both needed after everything you’ve both been through

“You’ll stay with me all night?” Dorian smiled down at you nodding his head. “Of course I will baby.”

The new nick name did something to you. It was so simple yet you felt your heart doing flips at it coming from Dorian’s mouth

As the night goes on and you hang on Dorian’s arm he finds himself staring at you lovingly. His mind wanders, thinking back on the last few days, how nice it was to take you care of you and sleep with you in his arms. It felt like part of him was healing

Getting back to his room that night Dorian dismissed the handmaidens and his own servants to take care of you himself

As Dorian undoes your corset he asks you questions about the night and how you liked your first official ball as his date

You both got undressed and Dorian pulled you into the bathroom where a steaming hot bath was waiting for you both. He washed your hair and body making sure to massage a tense spot in your neck

“I liked having you by my side tonight. For the first time as king I was sure of myself, relaxed.” He said, hugging you closer to his chest. You snuggle into him feeling relaxed. “I love that you take care of me, I’ve never felt so loved.”

Pulling you out of the bath Dorian carried you to bed laying you down gently and started worshiping your body

Once you officially moved into the palace with him princess treatment went up like a ton

Dorian loves to pamper you but something changed after that first ball. And having you move in where he could take care of you at all times was a dream to him (and for you)

Dorian makes sure you have everything from the most beautiful dresses to all the books you want

He leaves you little treats everyday when he leaves like chocolates or candies or flowers on your bedside table with little love notes

You go on walks through the garden together

He makes sure you eat and drink lots of water everyday

If you don’t like the meals Dorian has planned for you you tell him

He never wants you to be afraid to speak up if something isn’t to your liking

And of course you take care of him too

You make sure to check in on him during the day so he isn’t super stressed

Seeing you during the day makes him happy and lets him know he has you to come home to at the end of the day

You also sneak little notes into his stacks of paper work and books

He keeps every single one of them in a box in his desk and rereads them when he’s had a hard day

You make sure Dorian gets out and walks around the city as well, telling him it’s good to see his people and how well he’s doing making sure things run smoothly

On those walks Dorian looks at you lovingly and kisses you on the head, a small thank you for giving him a confidence boost

And of course he can’t help but spoil you at every shop on the way back to the castle

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