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daryl and wife reader having a mini 3 year old daryl and shes sassy like her mama also shes really smart and daryl just being the best father and husband to be ❤️❤️

Daddy's Little Girl | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine*

Summary: Life in your little home in Alexandria was amazing. You had a wonderful husband and a beautiful daughter you couldn't be more proud of, especially since she brings out parts of your husband you couldn't help but admire.

Genre: Fluff

Era: Alexandria, post Saviour war, post the building of the bridge

Warnings: None.

Word count: 965

A/n: This sucks so bad. I didn't really know where to go with this and scrapped so many attempts, so I'm sorry for the bad quality. I hope this is still somewhat enjoyable at least.

Rick never went missing in this because I'm in my feels after seeing him look for a gift for RJ.

It's not a major plot point, but there are mentions of Rick in this. Also, my default name for any fics involving Daryl having a daughter will be Hazel because I've grown to love the nickname I came up with for my last Dad!Daryl fic, which is Hazelnut.

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests, as well as Scud Frohmeyer requests.

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“No, Daddy. You can't.”

“'Course I can,” Daryl retorted playfully, taking the purple crayon from his daughter's hand. “Yer not even usin' the crayon, Hazelnut. Yer jus' holdin' it while yer colourin' with the red crayon. I need the purple more than ya do righ' now.”

Hazel huffed and folded her small arms over her chest, sending Daryl her version of a glare that the archer found absolutely adorable and amusing. “Not fair, Daddy. Gonna use it soon.”

“Until then, I'll use it. Once you need it, jus' ask, alrigh'?” Daryl told her, and chuckled when he saw her huff again and reluctantly continue to draw with the red crayon.

Daryl looked up and locked eyes with you, amused smiles on both of your faces. You were seated on the couch with Dog's head resting on your lap, fixing up one of the archer's favourite shirts while he entertained your daughter as she waited for Michonne to come pick her up for a sleepover with RJ. Daryl looked back down at his piece of paper and continued on with his drawing while you continued on with fixing up his shirt.

You silently listened to Hazel's happy babbling, smiling fondly at the father and daughter duo drawing stick figures and shapes. Suddenly, Hazel huffed again and threw the crayon down in frustration, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What's wrong, baby?” you asked, glancing at your daughter.

“I don't want to draw anymore,” she declared, crawling over to Daryl and clambering into his lap for a hug.

Daryl instantly dropped the crayon in his hand and embraced her, pulling her into his chest. Hazel nuzzled her face into his neck, giggling at the kisses Daryl placed on her face.

“It tickles, Daddy,” she giggled, bringing her small hands up to his stubble.

Daryl smiled and abruptly stood up with Hazel in his arms, eliciting a yelp of surprise from her that was quickly followed by more laughter. Daryl spun her around while placing more playful kisses all over her face, careful not to drop her. Dog jumped up from the couch with a happy bark, circling around Daryl as he wagged his tail happily.

You laughed at the shrieks of laughter that fell from your daughter's mouth. “Don't drop her, Daryl,” you warned him when he stumbled slightly. You turned your head when you heard a knock on the door.

“Never,” Daryl replied, placing one final kiss on Hazel's cheek before placing her down on the floor. He ruffled her hair before stalking over to the door, you getting up from the couch and trailing behind him.

Daryl opened the door and the two of you came face to face with Michonne, who had RJ perched on her hip. She smiled at the two of you in greeting, rubbing RJ's back soothingly.

“Hey, guys. Is she ready to go?”

Daryl hummed and turned around, calling out to Hazel. “Hazelnut! Auntie Michonne's here!”

You grabbed the sleepover bag that you had placed near the door earlier that day and handed it over to Michonne. Hazel's footsteps got louder until she ran up to you, hugging you before hugging Daryl. She then turned to Michonne and took her outstretched hand.

“Bye, Mama. Bye, Daddy.”

“Bye, sweetheart. Be good for Michonne and Rick, okay?” you greeted her.

She nodded and took off with Michonne, happily conversing with RJ while they walked. You closed the door and locked it, turning around to face Daryl. The archer smiled at you and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

You were confused but soon hugged him back, nuzzling your face into his chest. Daryl placed a soft kiss on the top of your head before resting his chin there, slightly rocking you side to side.

“Not that I'm complaining in the slightest,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss against his chest. “But what's with the hug?”

Daryl remained silent for a moment. “S'jus' 'cause I love ya. And I can't believe how lucky I am to have ya and Hazel in my life.”

“Well, believe it, Dixon. I love you so much. So does daddy's little girl,” you replied, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

“I love ya both too. Yer the most important people in my life. I'd die fer ya.”

“Hopefully it never comes down to that. You're dying a very old man if I can help it,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Daryl wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Dun' worry. I ain't plannin' on dyin' on ya anytime soon.”

You smiled at him. “Good to know. That's really good to know.”

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matan4il · 1 year

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Buddie 617 meta

I’m gonna be honest here, this was one of the funniest 911 eps to me. I loved how this ep showed us both Buck and Eddie completely sucking at dating. It was very obvious in Buck’s case, what with each attempt to have quality time with Natalia being ruined by one of his past decisions, but then when he called out Eddie for also sucking at it, Buck wasn’t wrong. Eddie’s attempts seem half-hearted at best. First off, if he really wanted to date, then Tia Pepa’s help and dating apps are actually not that awful as options. Magic might happen there as well. The right person could even stand out more against a sea of not so great choices, turning the dreary experience into a colorful, magical one. But even when Eddie tries on his own, his attempts are LAME. Seriously, there are pastime activities that offer way more potential to start a conversation, and maybe a romance, than the ones Eddie chose. Not only that, these are not his actual hobbies, where he knows he’ll find someone who likes the same thing he does (the way he shares so much with one tall firefighter that we’re all thinking of right now. Eddie’s also being dumb about wanting it to “just happen” as if that’s not exactly what he got with buck. Also, just a friendly reminder that Buddie have been dating for almost 5 years, and they are GREAT at it when it’s with each other).

On top of that, we for real got a guy checking Eddie out (hi, hello, should I start a collection of him checking and being checked out by guys?) as well as him witnessing a woman he was looking at being embraced by another one. Why the hints at being surrounded by queer people? Your guess is as good as mine, but I’m here for it no matter what. ;D Now, I’ve talked before about the ongoing theme of Buddie’s dating life being intertwined in terms of when they start dating someone, or of why they break up, but now in addition to them dating at the same time, we also see them simultaneously sucking at it? Yeah, that takes the connectedness of their dating life up a notch. ~~

Which brings me to one line that grabbed my attention in this ep. THE line that offers the explicit resolution for the most important romantic plot here is the one from Gina, the insurance lady, to Chimney, about not regretting the attempt. Yes, even when the result is bad. That’s what Madney will embrace. One of the biggest obstacles to Buck and Eddie, besides their obliviousness, is the fear of ruining the good thing they have by attempting to take it to the next level. But here we have Chimney being reminded by Gina that it’s worth it, to try. Because the good thing you can have, if it works out? Is worth it. And you never have to live with the “what if” of it all. Now look at Buck and Eddie being once more adorable morons together on the job! Imagine the moment when they stop running around and let themselves try taking it to the next level, because they realize no matter what the result will be, they would never regret the attempt. ~~

Speaking of Buddie paralleling one of the canon couples on the show who were acting lovey dovey in this ep, the way Bobby described what made him and Athena happen reminded me of Buddie connecting. In both cases, there’s an intense and upsetting call, after which one of our first responders turns to find support (Buddie promising to have each other’s back) and comfort (Eddie wants to go grab something to eat together) in the other one. ~~

I did not miss Taylor Kelly, and true to form, she was back because she’s advancing her career by exploiting her personal connection to Buck and the exposure to the 118 it provided her. I’m pretty sure this basically buries any option of any showrunner ever trying to re-set these two as a romance, since it echoed and reinforced Buck’s decision to break up with her. It WAS funny to see her and Lucy cockblock Buck (I do think Lucy’s tone with which she spoke of their past also closes the door on anyone ever trying to set her and Buck up as a serious couple), but what I found to be funniest is that Buck tells Natalia he was trying to figure out the perfect place for their date, and then he took her to the bar where he kissed Lucy. A bar reminiscent of the one where he hooked up with Taylor. Possibly a spot where he hooked with other women during his Buck 1.0 stage based on how it’s THE hang out place for the 118 and we know Buck had no issues hooking up anywhere back then. Natalia, hon. This is not a good sign for your r/s with him. ~~

Speaking of which, there’s an ex who didn’t come back in this ep, but her spirit loomed large over Buck and Natalia IMO, and that is Ali. The reason why she and Buck broke up after 218 is because at the end of the day, she couldn’t accept the choices he had made in his professional life (hoping he would move on from firefighting). In the same way, Natalia revealed in this ep that she can’t accept Buck’s choices in his personal life. A small reminder the only partner we’ve ever witnessed truly seeing and accepting Buck, in every aspect of his life, has been Eddie. ~~

Another funny thing about this (911 is a comedy, y’all) is how Natalia flees the second she comes across Kameron. I mean, this is in addition to the hilarity of the death doula’s first name connecting her to birth and to all things natal, yet she flees the second that she sees a pregnant lady. Because if this is Natalia’s reaction when it comes to a bio kid that Buck explicitly said he is not going to raise, what would she do once she realizes he co-parents a fully grown kid? (and a very sassy one, too. LBR, Natalia doesn’t stand a chance in a show down with either Diaz boy) ~~

Much like Natalia doesn’t seem like the right fit for Buck based on this ep (or based on 616), neither does Marisol. Can I point out the fact that Eddie’s disapproval in the last ep of Buck dating Natalia applies here, too? They both met these women on calls. Second, Eddie wanted it to happen naturally, which is why it’s so lame he tried through all sorts of activities that he’s not ACTUALLY into and wouldn’t continue doing past the initial stage of meeting someone else. And that holds true for Marisol as well. We saw that her brother and her are very into DYI, which I guess was meant to lay the groundwork for Eddie running into her in a DYI shop. But the thing is, Eddie himself isn’t into this! Sure, he can do it, because as a single dad he’s had to, but it’s not something we’ve ever seen him being passionate about. He’s only at this store because of Christopher’s project. And then once more, just like he steps away from Pepa’s help, dating apps and chooses the wost places for a chance romantic connection, he walks away from Marisol even when the whole scene plays out as if she’s the climax of his search throughout this whole ep. This might all hint that despite initial appearances, just like the people he came across while golfing and hiking wouldn’t be the right fit, Marisol wouldn’t be either. Even more importantly, just like Ana at first appeared like she would be perfect for Eddie in 312, starting out in a “it just happened” sort of way and with supposedly being fated because she happened to guess correctly that Eddie stands for Edmundo, this thing with Marisol might look in the moment like it’s exactly what he was looking for, but it will fizzle out as well.

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kiiwiigii · 6 months

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Perfect

Alec x Fem!Reader x Demetri

Summary: Alec and Demetri enjoy some… quality time with you.

Warnings:

NSFW 18+

Smut

Body Worship (not really a warning, but eh.)

Word Count: 17k+

Requested?: For Kinktober! Is body worship with both Alec and Demetri an option?? Cause that would be so hot! - also I just read abandoned there and you did my request so we'll thank you for writing it I can't wait for part 2!!!

A/N: My first time writing a threesome. Hopefully, it's not too bad. A special thank you to @alecvolturi and @demetris-cocksleeve for all their support. And thank you to everyone for being patient with me as far as finishing up kinktober. It means the world to me. Y'all enjoy!

"There we are pretty girl. You're doing so well." Demetri's voice soothed, his cool hand slipping through my hair and guiding my mouth along his hard cock.

I shifted my knees slightly to balance out the pressure, pressing my breasts together to create a nice view of my cleavage. Demetri groaned, eyes darkening.

There were some small perks to still being clad in my lingerie.

I hummed appreciatively, the taste of his cock heady on my tongue, a small bead of precum slipping past my lips. I licked along the underside of his shaft, tonguing the vein. God, he tasted so good.

I felt another pair of eyes on me and glanced to the side to see Alec. I blushed furiously as his eyes roamed over my figure appreciatively, arms crossed over his chest.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart."

I looked back up to meet Demetri's eyes and hollowed out my cheeks teasingly, sucking hard. Demetri groaned before letting out a small growl in warning. I simply raised a brow before letting him go with a wet popping noise.

"I think perhaps someone deserves a little extra attention tonight." Alec’s voice dropped an octave.

Just the sound sent more heat flooding through me, my clit beginning to pulse with anticipation. I wiggled my ass excitedly, practically bouncing up and down.

I'd never had a threesome before, and to say that I was excited was an understatement.

"On the chaise, darling." Alec murmured. "It will make things a little easier."

I obeyed immediately, slowly rising with the help of Demetri, his hand guiding me to a section of the chaise lounge nearby. I sat on the edge, doing my best to tame my nervousness.

Demetri's cold hands stroked my shoulders as Alec knelt in front of me, his own hands trailing up from my ankles up to my thighs, his soft lingering kisses following right behind.

"You're stunning, Y/N." He murmured against my skin, hands massaging my thighs lightly before hooking his thumbs under the lace of my panties, playing with the edges.

Alec made sure to maintain eye contact as he slowly, teasingly, pulled the lace away, revealing my slick center.

Demetri sat behind me, legs on either side as his hands came up to cup my breasts, thumbing at my nipples softly.

"Relax, darling. We're going to take good care of you." He whispered, tongue darting out to lick the shell of my ear.

I shivered, letting him pull me back into his chest as his hands trailed up my collarbones lightly. His teeth grazed my neck just as I felt Alec's hands spread me open, his tongue brushing against my wet pussy. I gasped, my back arching in both surprise and pleasure. I couldn't help the moan that slipped past my lips as Alec lapped up my juices.

"Alec."

I felt like I couldn't breathe with Alec eating me out and Demetri's hands traveling along my skin, kissing every inch he could reach, sucking and licking along my neck and shoulders. There would be marks all over me tomorrow morning, and I felt oddly proud of that fact.

Demetri slid the straps of my bra down, unhooking it, my breasts practically popping out at the swift and sudden move. He tugged at my nipples, pulling and twisting until I was mewling, my head falling back against his shoulder.

Alec's hands began their own exploration as he continued to lick my center, sliding over my belly and thighs before grabbing my hips and pulling me further forward, his tongue dipping inside my pussy. I squirmed under his touch, my legs automatically twitching and trying to shut closed.

"Demetri," Alec paused for a moment, voice husky with need. "Hold her legs open for me."

Demetri's hands sipped under my thighs, pulling my legs back and leaving me completely exposed. I squirmed in surprise as Alec then proceeded to dive back in, his hands coming up to pinch my nipples before returning to massage my belly and thighs.

I moaned, my head falling back against Demetri's shoulder yet again. I could feel the heat beginning to build, a delicious knot forming in my lower belly as I wove my hands through Alec's hair, practically grinding pussy against his face, desperately seeking release.

The combination of Alec's cool tongue and Demetri's roaming hands soon sent me over the edge, the knot quickly unraveling as I came hard.

I did my best to catch my breath, Alec kissing his way upwards to press more lingering kisses along my face and neck before kissing me deeply, his tongue dipping in my mouth in a battle for dominance.

I didn’t even put up a fight, happy to be submissive beneath his hands.

The taste of my wetness was on his lips, and I couldn't remember a time when I had been more turned on. I felt something nudge against my sex and before I could comprehend what was happening, Alec was pushing his cock into me.

I groaned as he slid in easily, pausing for a brief moment to let me adjust around his hard length.

"Thats it, pretty girl. Nice and tight for me." He murmured, lips brushing against mine, his eyes never wavering from my own.

"Alec." I moaned, hips bucking upwards to try and get more of him.

"Don't forget about me." Demetri chuckled softly.

I turned my head towards him, my hand coming up to rest against his neck and kissing him softly.

"Oh Demetri, I could never forget about you." I teased.

Alec began pumping into me in a slow but relentless rhythm, Demetri keeping my legs spread wide. I tugged him down into a kiss again, swiping my tongue along his bottom lip until he granted me access.

Alec began to pick up his speed, harder and faster until I was panting and mewling into Demetri's mouth with each thrust. Demetri's hands wound further around my thighs, pushing them upwards so he could thumb at my nipples.

"Demetri. Alec. Please. Please."

I wasn't quite sure what I was begging for anymore. I could feel the pleasure building low in my stomach yet again and all I wanted was to come, yet I didn't want the pleasure to stop.

"Please. Please. Please. I want to come."

"Not yet, sweetheart. Hold out just a little longer." Alec groaned, hips snapping upwards against mine.

"Besides, I haven't even had my turn yet." Demetri mumbled against my neck, teeth scraping along my shoulder.

His words had me coming undone around Alec's cock with a loud moan that would have had me turning red with embarrassment if I had given a flying fuck in that moment.

The boys gave me no reprieve, Demetri pushing me forward onto my hands and knees after Alec slipped out of me. I yelped as Demetri entered me in on swift thrust, hips slapping against my ass as he began to pound into me.

My mouth opened in a silent gasp, and Alec brushed his cock against my lips, still hard considering he never came in me. I obediently opened my mouth wider to accept his cock.

"You look stunning taking my cock in your mouth." Alec smirked, pumping into my mouth slowly. “Absolutely perfect.”

I hollowed my cheeks again, sucking like the good girl I was.

"You should see the view from behind, Alec. Beautiful."

I felt cool hands massage my ass before traveling up my back, followed by cool lips along my spine. Alec hands swept through my hair and trailed down the side of my face lovingly.

"I'm about to come." Alec licked his lips, panting ever so slightly.

"Me too." Demetri picked up his pace slamming into me.

I whimpered around Alec's cock, feeling that white hot heat in my belly yet again for the third time. Alec erupted, his cool seed coating the inside of my mouth as I struggled to swallow.

I let him go with a wet pop, saliva trailing between us and letting my head drop as my pussy started to flutter and clench around Demetri's cock. I was so close.

"I don't- I don't know- I can't." I whimpered, tears running down my face. "I can't come again. I don't think I can handle it."

Demetri wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up onto my knees, my back meeting his chest. He was relentless as he fucked me, pushing his cock as deep as it could go.

Alec cupped my face, bringing me in for another kiss, his thumbs brushing away my tears.

"You've got this, beautiful. I know you can handle one more. Just one more, darling."

I couldn't help the whimpers that continued with each thrust of Demetri's cock. Alec's hand traveled low as he continued to kiss me, his fingers finding my clit, making fast, tight circles against that little bundle of nerves.

My breathing picked up until I was panting. Finally, I felt that delicious heat rise to the surface as another orgasm swept through me. I cried out, burying my face into Alec's shoulder, doing my best to stay upright while shaking.

Demetri continued to pump into me, riding out my orgasm until his cool seed was coating my insides.

I collapsed into Alec's arms as Demetri pulled out.

He rubbed my back soothingly, showering me with more kisses. After a moment I felt something cool against my sex and realized that it was a cloth. Demetri was cleaning me up.

I blushed and Alec grinned at my reaction before shaking his head, choosing not to comment. Once Demetri was finished, Alec picked me up and pulled me against him as we snuggled in the bed, choosing to ignore the chaise in favor of all three of us cuddling up and enjoying the warm afterglow of sex.

"I love you." I wiggled in between them, enjoying the coolness of their arms wrapped around my overheated skin. "Both of you."

They nuzzled into my neck, Alec nipping softly as Demetri placed a kiss against my shoulder.

"I'm sure it goes without saying that we do too." Demetri mumbled against my skin.

"Indeed." Alec replied. "You're perfect, Y/N."

"In every way." Demetri agreed.

I sighed happily, letting my eyes droop and sleep overtake me.

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mrsaltieri-real · 7 months

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Sam Carpenter as a Girlfriend (SFW and NSFW)

Sam Carpenter as a girlfriend (with fem!afab!reader)

A/N: Just realised this will be my last post as a 22 year old as it’s my birthday tomorrow and I’ve never written anything for my best girl before. Disgraceful. So let’s start off with some Headcanons!

SFW

Initially, it takes her a while to trust you

She wanted just a fling to start with but found she couldn’t stop thinking about you and it was driving her nuts

Eventually plucks up the courage to ask you out and is just so relieved when you say yes

She’d be very hesitant on dates and try and avoid talking about herself as much as possible

Is still on edge after everything with Richie and his family, she doesn’t know if you’re just using her

She has really bad trust issues, will need a lot of reassurance that you’re in it for the long run

Will take her a few months to begin to open up about herself

Once she does? Oh boy.

Honestly the sweetest girlfriend ever

She’ll open doors for you, pull out your chair for you, kiss your hand

She’s just a sweetie

Loves taking her girlfriend on dates to the movies so she has an excuse to hold your hand or put her arm around you

Likes to lie down with her head in your lap and just chat to you about the most mundane things, enjoying the normality

ADORES it when you play with her hair

She’s just so SOFT with you

But extremely overprotective

Considering what she’s been through can you blame her?

Anyone looks at you the wrong way she’ll immediately get defensive

She’ll honestly square up to a 6ft5 boxer if they made you even a little uncomfortable

Will honestly knock a bitch out for you and have no regrets

She likes it when you cook for her

Even if you’re an awful cook she’ll eat every last bite of it

Likes to get stoned and laugh with you all fucking night

Works overtime at her job just so she can treat you to date nights, jewelry, clothes, everything

When you tell her to stop she’ll shut you DOWN

Loved to cuddle, more in private

Gushes about you to Tara

Will watch you sleep for hours on end just asking herself how she got so lucky to find someone like you

Her main love languages are words of affirmation, gift giving and quality time

She’s seriously an amazing girlfriend

NSFW

Sam is a FREAK I don’t make the rules

She’s a dom, a goddamn top

Has a high sex drive for sure

Channels her inner rage and bloodlust into fucking you stupid

She’s an ass and thigh girl with a soft spot for tits

But HEAVY on the thighs

She’ll tie you down and grind her clit on your thigh till she cums

And make you do the same to her, literally manhandle you into her and force your hips to move

Owns a strap, scratch that, she has an entire collection of sex toys that she’ll use on you

Treat her strap like it’s her own cock

She’ll make you gag on it, beg for it, fuck your hand with it

Really really gets her going when your sucking her off, looking up into her eyes

Her hands will be on your head, forcing it down your throat

Likes to finger you. Like, REALLY likes to finger you

Then force her fingers into your mouth and make you taste yourself

Same when she’s eating you cunt, she’ll make out with you hard afterward

Likes you to know how wet she’s made you

Her favourite positions with the strap are missionary and doggy

Doggy because she likes the view and it allows her to spank you (she loves spanking)

Missionary because it allows her to kiss you, choke you, rub your clit

A big dirty talker. Not much on degradation but has a massive praise kink on both ends

Likes when you tell her how good she feels, likes to tell you how good you are, how amazing you taste, how good you feel

Really loves phone sex, hearing you get off to her words is just such a turn on for her

She does enjoy scissoring but she prefers thigh riding

Likes when you scratch her up with your nails hard enough to draw blood

Expect to be marked up to holy hell when she is done with you

She really loves to leave hickeys everywhere

You neck, chest, stomach, thighs

Everywhere

Has a big ol’ blood kink that she can’t help

Same with a knife kink

But she’s very calculated with how she incorporates that, the last thing she’d want to do is scare you away

Can and will go down on you for hours, overstimulate the hell out of you and not stop till SHE is done with tasting you

But she loves to receive just as much

She’ll literally fuck your face till your a whimpering, drooling mess

Likes to make you ride her face, will die happily suffocated by your cunt

Sometimes it’s like she a woman possessed and she just can’t control herself when she’s around you

But this is all when she entirely trusts you

After Richie and how he treated her it took her a while to let someone see that side of her

The aftercare is sweet

She’ll clean you up, leaving kisses on every mark she left and just be so gentle with you

Likes to take showers with you and help you clean yourself up

You’ll fall asleep to her tracing her fingers over the hickeys she’d left scattered across your body

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artful-aries · 1 year

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Genshin Headcanons: Ways They Show Affection (Dottore, Dehya)

Dottore

Affection is not the Doctor’s forte

The definition of calm, cool, and collected, he’s not going to just give you a kiss on your cheek or hold you in his arms

If anything, you’ll find yourself begging for him to pay some attention to you

The man just often gets sucked into his research, almost forgetting about your existence. You’re still special though, if anyone else interrupted his research, they would be dead by now

Still, for him to stop his research and actually give you attention, the stars need to align and he needs to be in a good mood

On these lucky days, he will gladly hold you hand as he works, or perhaps sit in his lap if it doesn’t impede his research and you promise to not squirm around too much

If you are really good and let him finish his research for the day, Dottore will give you the affection that you crave. Kisses, a warm embrace, the whole nine yards. He’s just….a little intense about it

Takes the time to tell you how wonderful he thinks your body is, but not in a sexy way

The way he talks, it almost sounds like he either thinks you’re the divine among mortals, or a prime candidate for organ harvesting. You still aren’t sure which he leans towards

Outside of physical affection, Dottore is thoughtful enough to leave you notes before he heads off to the lab to research. They are simple; telling you to take care of yourself, where you can find him, sending you his regards, nothing poetic but it shows that he does think about you.

He gives gifts…in the form of the results of his latest research. Sometimes it genuinely neat things, like brighter, more sustainable magical crystals. Other times, it’s strange amalgamations of things you rather remain blissfully unaware of

It’s almost like he’s showing off his abilities, like a cat that brings back a dead mouse for you to praise them for

Dehya

Her affection is rough, but it comes in abundance

She totally gives you noogies on top of your head, plays pranks on you to get you flustered, or straight up manhandles you and flings you into an oasis pool. Having grown up mostly around men her whole life, she doesn’t see anything wrong with this

If you complain she will try to be more gentle; she won’t give you noogies anymore, but she won’t stop the pranks. Sorry, she thinks your shocked face is hilarious

Physical affection comes naturally to Dehya, she’s always got an arm around you, planting kisses on your cheek if other mercenaries stare at you for too long, etc

When the two of you alone, Dehya almost gets nervous about touching you. She wants to so bad, but she psyches herself out, thinking that she might go too far and make you uncomfortable

Dehya is a good gift giver too, she secretly saves up money from her jobs to get you nice trinkets and things that she finds in her travels

Her fatal flaw is that she is bad about taking you in dates; she spends a lot of quality time with you, but rarely thinks about taking you to any place fancy

It’s not that she doesn’t love you enough, the concept just seems a bit weird to her. Why would she take you to a stuffy place when she can spend that time stargazing with you out in the desert?

If you insisted she would make a good effort, but you would be able to tell she’s a little on edge and uncomfortable the entire time

The best time for Dehya is sitting under the shade of a tree at an oasis, soaking her feet in the water with you as you both laugh about everything and nothing at all

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peterman-spideyparker · 1 year

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I NEED MATT MURDOCK BENCH PRESSING HIS LOVER SO MUCH PLEASE!!!

This idea is absolutely amazing and now that I’ve settled into my new job, I’ve had the time to actually write! I hope it lives up to what you wanted!

Bench Me (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Warning: Fluff, Matt being cheeky and flirty, established relationship, implied smut

“Looking good, sexy,” you hum, walking into your shared apartment. Matt is in the middle of his workout regimen. You managed to convince him to invest in some weights and other material so he wasn’t always going to Fogwell’s if he just wanted to do a light workout. Not only was it a way you were able to see Matt a little more often, but you never were opposed to the sight of him in a sleeveless tank and sweatpants, glistening from the exertion of his exercise.

“I could say the same, angel,” Matt smiles, putting down the weights and wiping his face with his towel. Moving over to him, you place your hands on his shoulders and press a sweet kiss to his lips, enjoying the stick of his skin. “I missed you today.”

“Missed you, too,” you say, kissing him again. “And my, my, what a nice treat to see first thing home.”

“I thought you were past objectifying people?” he teases.

“Hey, you do the same thing to me,” you chuckle before you begin to mimic him. “Mm, baby you smell so good today. Mm, angel, you’re so soft. My God, I’m not sure if I love your ass or your tits better.”

“Those are compliments! And I don’t sound like that!” he laughs.

“You do so!” You smile as he holds you tighter in his arms before he leans in for a kiss, making you arch your back to accommodate for the depth of the embrace. “And if you can pass those off as compliments, then think of my little remark one of the same breed.”

You feel his lips twist into a big smile against yours, the kind that make the lines by his eyes appear deep with joy. “I still love you, even if you are a bad impressionist,” he murmurs against your mouth, pecking your lips a few more times before he lets you go to resume his workout.

“Hey, Murdock. I have an idea,” you say, unable to help the smirk that curls at the corner of your mouth.

“Do you now, angel?”

“I do,” you say as you move toward him. “I want to help with your workout.”

His brows furrow in confusion. “Like you want to spot me? These aren’t really the kinds of weights for tha—.”

“No, Matty. Bench press me.”

“What?”

“Bench press me,” you repeat. “I know you for sure can pick me up, and you have those gorgeous arms of yours. Why not bench press me?”

His mouth hangs slightly, his brows raised, and you can see how his mind races. “You can think of it as extra special quality time,” you add on. “But do know whatever way you choose to lift me will definitively commit you to whether you like my ass or tits better, so choose wisely.”

“Just because it will be easier for me to lift you with a hand on your ass doesn’t mean it’s my favorite,” he counters with a sassy smirk, lightly raising his brows and cocking his head to the side.

“I knew you liked my boobs better.”

“Tie up your hair and get over here, will you?”

With a big smile, you do as he asks, feeling the tips of your ears and you cheeks grow warm with excitement. After he lies down in the proper position, he perks his head up and waves you over with a goofy, mock seductive curl of his finger. You laugh as you walk over to him, and as you turn around to get in position, you feel his hand cup your ass almost immedately. Involuntarily, you suck in a little gasp and feel a heat spread across your neck.

“Get you mind out of the gutter, angel. It’ll make it easier for the both of us,” Matt instructs as he adjusts his hands to where he needs them. “Now, relax a little, and let me get some reps in.”

You chuckle softly and do as he asks, letting your eyes close as you let him lift you up and down, over and over.

“Doing good, Matty?” you breathe as he continues to follow the rhythm he set.

“Yeah,” he grunts as he pushes you up, giving your ass a squeeze.

“How about you take a rest?”

“‘M good.”

“Matt, c’mon.”

With a sigh, he brings you to his chest and readjusts his hands, placing you on his lap.

“You okay?” he asks, sitting up.

“Very,” you assure. “You?”

“Mmm,” he hums with a smile, his eyes half closed. “I guess it’s just not how I’d prefer you going up and down over my body.”

You giggle and feel your cheeks burn hot, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss. “Dork,”you tease, kissing him once more.

“Yeah, well, I’m your dork.”

“That is true . . . And right now, you’re my sweaty dork.” Your fingers play with the hem of his sweat-soaked shirt, and the twitch of the corner of his lip and the slight quirk of his eyebrows give you all the permission you need to peel the fabric from his skin and toss it aside.

“How about you help your sweaty dork wash up?”

“It’s like you read my mind.”

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hutahuta · 6 months

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Desparate to get away from a creep that been harassing you, you rush to pavia despite not knowing each other yet saying he is your boyfriend what will he do? Plsss?

P.AGE OO.4 — 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌 & NOBILITY : 交 ✦ ⏱

GN ! Reader — <3

this is probably gonna be long, who knows. i'm writing before i even started LMAO <3

edit; i dont like the way i wrote this idk,, maybe i'm getting a little self conscious of my writing and jdskkdkdkd i'm so sorry.. ;;

thank you sweetie, ilysm for requesting (๑´ ˘ `๑)

Running to safety hasn't always been your only option. Mostly because your friends encouraged you to carry weapons for your own safety, especially in these streets where you can competently get snatched, stabbed, mugged or any of the sort. In this era? Please. You think people could afford low quality security cameras, with a high price?

Weak hands trembled as you kept insisting that your time was not worth being spent on someone who was firm on the decision that you must simply travel with them to see the city's night scenery.

It's been at least 15 minutes at most with you trying to brush aside him or trying to speed walk out of the way, hoping he wouldn't go bother someone else but at least spare you the chance to get away.

Infuriating.

Fortunately, you were not the gullible sort. Whether you've encountered this for the first time, or you've experienced such shuddersome and nightmarish situations for god knows how long, it doesn't matter. None of this is fucking okay.

And you knew that.

Loathsome hands traced the outer space around your bare back, and much to your disgust, it was unbearable to not break their hand as of this second. You had to wait, just so you could still walk with said person and hopefully get the chance to outrun them when you see a nearby crowd flocking up to the nearest street.

' Come, I insist. '

' You've ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout. '

' Aren't you being stubborn? This is what I get for being a nice guy.. What's so bad 'bout someone tryna' treat you out? '

The same shit you'd hear time n' time again. It isn't always the easiest, especially when you'd think he'd carry a weapon on him just in case.

Think, be smart.

Ah, up just ahead, a crossroad catered towards the corner of your eye. Your head didn't turn around too quick, but you'd have seen the elderly couple steadily cross the walk just then. Following suit, a flock of crowds parked themselves up just ahead to watch the physical activities boarded up for their enjoyment.

Fuck.. Okay. Pace yourself.. Three, two, -

Before you knew it, you dashed immediately.

Wind blew and slashed against your face as you carried your burning legs as fast as you could. You didn't know what the hell this freak carried on him and you weren't planning on finding out either.

The crowd proved no use, as he could manoeuvre his way around, shouldering past people aggressively with the occasional loud grunt you can surely figure out that it etched from him.

Dammit, alright. It's fine. It's totally fucking fine, right? You couldn't tell where you were going. You crossed and turned at every corner, and just beyond your reach —..

Stood a man near the corner shop that sold the usual cigarettes and loaded beverages. Stuff that you'd only resort to having when your shift at work really sucked.

White to black hair, black sunglasses with a lavender shirt that had intricate patterns, but not interesting enough to pay too much attention to as of this time.

Please, for whatever God is out there. Offer you some strength. Fortunately, he was quick to stop you in your tracks by halting his hand in front of you, like how one would halt a nearby bus to indicate you're about to get on. However, he essentially demanded your entire body be impacted against his hand. Regardless, it made you panic in a hurry but your uneven breathing made it impossible to speak coherent sentences.

Pretty sure if you saw someone crying and running away like your life depended on it, wouldn't you stop by to help? Pavia was a mercenary, and a merciless one at that, but he wasn't entirely soulless.

' Now, where are you running off to in such a hurry? ' He had an accent. A lollipop stuck between his lips. What is it? Cherry? Strawberry?

Words. Just use words.

' Help, please.. Creep. Following. Behind me. ' Behind your uneven breaths, and horrid panting that caused a crack in the tone of your voice, he seemed to understand.

Or, somewhat get it. If it's anything staining this world, it's filth like this random person trying to inflict damage on innocent people like you who are just trying to get by their day. You look innocent to him. Exhausted, but innocent. Like a little lamb fleeing the slaughterhouse.

If it's one thing he hates, it's seeing the poor souls who resemble the innocence he once had. The chance that they could have to flee themselves from trauma, is the chance I believe Pavia would be willing to give. He must despise seeing the fear inside eyes that used to resemble his own when he was tucked away from the rest of society, forced to grumble under nothing but the deafening silence within the basement of his aunt's home after wailing out apologies and horrid voice cracks just to plead for his own freedom.

So. Seeing yours is no different.

Regardless, you do know the impact of you being outside.. especially during the evenings where it's dark and the sky turned into a murky ocean blue haze, gradients shifting darker by the hour and minute..

Gripping onto his shirt, your pleas to beg him to act as someone you might be familiar with, or perhaps even wear the stalker off with claiming that he is your temporary boyfriend, might strike something within Pavia..

Standing still, you rested yourself against his steady arm, holding you in place. Swiftly, he moved you against the wall, whispering a soft 'Then forgive me.' And yet, here were the thudding footsteps of your attacker. With a quiet look on your face, he stepped out of the shadow, amidst his hounds that surrounded his feet by seconds.

You couldn't believe it??

' Problem, amico? ' Resonated that voice of his, something to admire. Glistening under such beautiful moonlight, you could tell how the silver lining had outlined the steel plate of the metal cutting into the familiar shape of a pistol embedded within his pocket.. Huh- Shit— was he dangerous too? You only needed protection, not some bloodied out battle to settle for your freedom?? You're not looking to go to jail this early, anyways.

' I sincerely hope that you aren't getting aquatinted with my.. beloved? Huh? Lest I take that pretty little tie of yours to add into my collection. Divertente~ '

You didn't ask for his name, but your slender hands placed itself on his shoulder, still unable to catch your breath beneath these minutes that were unbearably silent to surpass.

Behind him, your body rested upon his, one hand eagerly coiled warmly against his waist like vines on a old pillar.

The stranger didn't wish to be aquatinted with you in any sort at first, but he was a playful hound of a man. With eyes that looked at you, then back at your stalker. Maybe talking with you a little more after this wouldn't hurt, right?

' You know, amico. ' He approached.

' There is something quite thrilling to have the echoes of thuds of dead bodies fall flat against the surface when you hear that deadly gunshot linger in the back of your head, huh.. You know, my boss tried the same thing. '

And yet, it feared him in some way. Your eyes replicated that of a lost puppy. Those puffy cheeks, reddened and exhausted from running ever so much, oh my.. Something sparked inside of him.

Compared to his gaze, that had his pupils dilated so small, it reflected insanity upon them. He whispered a quiet ; ' I suggest you surrender before it gets ugly? aha.. '

All it took—; was the slow movement of his slender, yet ringed hands to reach into his lower pocket-

And by the second.

They left. You heard grumbled apologies.. and shuffling. But that was mostly it.

The stranger dressed in purple didn't bother to turn to look back around at you to see if you're alright or not, but there was a smirk on his face. A smile on it that he could only turn his head to the side which he could witness your breathing slowly starting to become tolerable; that lollipop twirled itself around his fingers.

Maybe a factor of it played into it because he just saved you, but some part of you could tell a fraction of him enjoyed teasing you with his playful gaze. As if you knew what he were to already say.

The public here avoid trouble but when they see terrible news on the media, they flock together like birds to ready themselves into war. It's nearly impossible to fight against society's norms, but you suspect that's why nobody but him offered such help.

And you were lucky.

Seems like it won't be the only time you'd meet this stranger by the looks of it. He said nothing more than patting your shoulder softly, then moving back inside the building.

Pavia wouldn't be the best at trying to offer comfort but he knows better than anybody else on how events like these tend to fuck you over. The shit people put up with on a daily basis makes him want to spit on lowly people for even thinking they have the right to breathe the same air as you.

Pavia merely reached his hand towards your trembling figure. He seemed to contemplate whether it was a good choice to get to know you, but under these circumstances, that stalker could still be lingering about. What better to do than to have him offered to sit beside you until you feel safe to go on your own again.

After all, maybe it's the safest option..

And who knows? You'll become acquainted with this stranger soon enough with time.

#reverse 1999 #pavia #pavia reverse 1999 #reverse #pavia x reader #paviarev1999 #r99 pavia #reverse 1999 pavia #imsorryifthissucksass #i love you all wwwjwjwj 😞💔💔

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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Gonna request G!p Natasha with pregnant!reader :DD

Reader was an Avenger, but when she discovered her pregnancy, she had to quit Natasha being a protective mama herself she just hovers over reader all the time during the reader's pregnancy. After the baby is born, they barely have time for each other since reader is breastfeeding and taking care of the baby all the time, so natty one night just takes care of her ;)

fluff and smutty

Pregnancy pains

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: you’ve been having some pains after giving birth, Nat decides to help you out ;)

Warnings: lactating kink, mentions of giving birth, smut, unprotected sex, fluff, dirty talk (reallyyyy bad), praising, slight degrading, really bad and rushed writing

Word count: 1,240

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

When you first found out you were pregnant you were nervous, but so was every new mother or father. Once you told Nat she was ecstatic, the family she always dreamed of having was now coming to life. You were notified that you weren’t to go on any missions until you’ve given birth and recovered, but that didn’t seem to be enough for Nat. She worried that something would happen to you and the baby wouldn’t have their mom, so she convinced you to quit. As much as you loved your job you knew she was right, and after about a month you brought in your retirement papers. Nat planned to retire along with you but you both came to an agreement that she should continue until you were in your third trimester, seeming as she loved her job. Once you were about five to six months in she put in her own paperwork, planning to live off of the money they gave you both. Although she agreed that whenever she was extremely needed on a mission she would go.

After the baby’s birth, a stressful event, you became extremely busy and exhausted. Nat tried her best to help but failed most of the time, leaving you to take care of the most important needs for the baby. As much parenting books Nat read it still didn’t help, you felt bad seeing her down because she couldn’t spend much quality time with her baby so you let her watch over instead. Whenever you’d breast feed them Nat would be rubbing the baby’s head lightly and talking to them, when you held them to sleep she’d be reading to the little one. You found it adorable how she handled your child with such care.

Nat never told you but she loved watching you breastfeed the baby, she’d often return back to your shared room only to think about sucking the milk out of your breasts like the baby did before. She thought it was weird so she never told you about it, until you slowly started to realize. One night you were brushing your teeth as Nat was already settled in bed reading a book, waiting for you to join her. When you walked back into the room you leaned down to give her a kiss, resulting in your breasts to hit her strong shoulder. Usually a simple amount of contact wouldn’t hurt but her shoulders were big and felt like steel, so when you let out a pained groan she was utterly confused. You sighed and explained what it was, trying your best not to make it awkward.

“Well the baby hasn’t been drinking enough of my milk so it’s painful when I produce more than she has. That’s why when my breast accidentally hit your shoulder, it kind of hurt.” You told her, already feeling slightly uncomfortable. Nat continued pressing on about it, being seemingly fascinated all of the sudden.

“You know I could uh, help if you wanted?” “What do you mean?” You had a feeling you knew what she was insisting but you never thought she’d be interested in something like that.

“Well if the baby isn’t drinking enough I could, drink some of it?” She whispered the last part, becoming nervous at your reaction. “You know what, never mind. It was a stupid idea.” She said as she went to sit up, trying to get this conversation to end.

“No no! It’s not stupid. In fact, if the offer is still up I wouldn’t mind saying yes.” She gave an excited nod as if she was a kid and her parents just asked if she wanted to go to Disneyland. Giving her a long kiss she maneuvered so she was on your lap, putting her hands under your shirt. When she tore away from your lips your shirt was lifted off of you, now naked besides the boxers you took from her. She stared at your chest for awhile, making you slightly self conscious. You put your arms around your chest, trying to hide yourself away from her gaze before she shook her head and removed them.

“I’m sorry baby, I was just admiring you okay? You know you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, I promise, you don’t need to hide from me.” Her sweet words caused you to relax a bit, realizing that the fear was just all in your head. She slowly kissed down your body muttering kind words on the way. When she got to your breasts she lightly grabbed one in her hands and made eye contact with you as she started to suck. When the milk entered her mouth she moaned, she didn’t expect it to taste so good. She used her hand to slowly rub your other nipple, being careful enough to not hurt you. Lifting your leg she wrapped it around her waist and started to lightly grind her confined cock onto your pussy. Feeling this new friction made you grind up to meet her thrusts.

Nat released your nipple from her mouth to speak, still resting her head on your chest. “Oh sweetheart, you taste fucking amazing.” Don’t know why I didn’t do this sooner, could’ve helped you out, made you feel so much better.” The second she finished speaking she went back to sucking you dry, this time going onto your neglected nipple. She continued rubbing herself onto you, feeling herself get harder the faster she went. Slowly she undid her pants, grabbing her cock out of her boxers she played with you through your undergarments. A wet patch grew on your boxers and she soon pulled them down, revealing your wet, slick folds. The sudden coldness made you shiver, Nat noticed this and wrapped her body around yours, legs around your hips and arms around your waist. Grabbing her cock she slowly slid into you, having your walls clench around her. Neither of you have had sex in nearly two months, the baby has taken up too much time that the both of you couldn’t have a moment alone together. When Nat finished with your breasts she leaned up to kiss you, making out with you sloppily. She slowly gained speed, moving her dick fast inside of you.

“Shit! Your pussy feels so good! Wish I could be in you forever.” “Yes Nat! Want your cock so bad, in my pussy and my mouth. Want to taste you after this, will you let me suck you off?” Your words made her groan, picturing you swallowing all of her cum and licking her up after.

“Of course sweetheart, you can take my dick however you’d like. I’ll let you suck it any time, I’ll fill your mouth will all my fucking cum and watch as it drips down your sexy face.” She couldn’t hold back anymore, spurts of her cum filled your tight pussy.

“Yes! Gonna get you pregnant again, can’t wait to see you all big and round again holding my child. You look so hot pregnant.” Her words all became too much as you came all over her.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck! Feels so good Natty.” You both shook and panted as the two of you calmed down from your highs. Slowly sliding out of you Nat turned to collapse next to you on the bed.

Turning her head to look at you she said, “I should really help you out more often.”

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 2 years

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That poor, unfortunate, sweet child...

Can you guys tell just how much I like Octavinelle yet

ALSO ALSO was anyone gonna tell me that Flotsam and Jetsam had their own songs in the broadway version of The Little Mermaid or was I just supposed to find out from this cover?

Warning(s): tweels are over-protective/possessive, Azul is a yandere, forced kissing, mentioned fighting and injuries, reader is gn but the term 'merman' is used to refer to them, I'm writing this super late at night again so the quality might not be great

You would do anything to get Jade and Floyd to stop bothering you.

And, well... you did do anything.

You signed your name upon the golden contract scroll.

"Ah, thank you, (Y/N). I assure you, all your problems will be solved very soon."

"...Azul, why do my legs hurt?" You asked, immediately assuming he had something to do with it.

"It's simple. In order for you to get something..." He smiled. "I must take something in return!"

You fell to your knees, screaming out in pain. It it felt like... like someone was stabbing your legs... or like they were melting...

"Does it really hurt that bad?" Azul asked. "Well... I do suppose that'd be rather painful for you... do quiet down, though, we wouldn't want to scare away the other patrons."

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" You yelled.

"I simply did what I had to in order to get Jade and Floyd to leave you alone."

That was weeks ago.

What was Azul's solution to the twins bothering you? His solution was... to turn you into a merman. Probably the worst solution he could've thought of, in your opinion.

Well, Jade and Floyd did bother you less now that you were one of them, but still, this sucks.

You were allowed to swim in the stupid little fish tank at Octavinelle's stupid little business and all the stupid little customers find your stupid little new body super cool leading Azul to get more people to agree to his stupid little deals, ugh, you hated it.

Floyd taught you how to use your tail properly, which was nice of him, but it didn't change the fact that he was really fucking annoying.

You didn't want to be here.

Jade and Floyd would wrap their freakishly long tails around you in, I don't know, I guess some kind of hug?

"Poor child." Floyd whispered to you.

"Poor, sweet child." Jade added.

"Aaaahhh, you're not happy with your situation, are you...?"

"How sad."

"How traaagic."

"But (Y/N), don't you know?"

"This is what's best for you!"

"Now that you're here, in the water, a part of our world, we know that you are safe every hour of the day while we're away at school."

"Yeeeah... we were worried for you, just so worried, when you were going to classes! And now that you don't, we don't have to feel so scaaaared for you, ehe~!"

"This is the best solution."

'For you, maybe.' You thought. You wanted to say it out loud, but, well... you don't see that turning out well for you.

But, what the three of you didn't know was that someone else had his myopic eyes on you.

Every day Azul saw you in that new body of yours, he found himself becoming more and more attracted to you.

It was vexing, how beautiful you were. Everything about you. Your fins, your tail's colouration, even the parts of you that didn't change during your transformation somehow was more attractive to him now.

What was different? Was it just that you were now the same species as him? Is that the only reason? No, it's more than that, it HAS to be more than that! Is it... jealousy? Is the only reason he likes you so much because Jade and Floyd like you so much?

Well, whatever the reason, Azul was forced to admit that he was falling in love with you.

"I'll let them have their fun." Azul said to himself, chuckling as he looked into the tank. The twins were too busy smothering you to notice him, and even if they did, there's a thick layer of glass between him and them, they wouldn't be able to hear what he was saying. "I'll let them play with (Y/N) a while longer. But, their time is running out. Long before (Y/N)'s theirs, they will be mine. I'm sure of it."

"Um... Housewarden A-Ashengrotto...?" Some random Octavinelle student asked. "You, uh... not to interrupt your plotting... but, there are some clients waiting for you."

"Ah yes, tell them I'll be right there."

"Yes, Housewarden!" The nameless student ran off.

"(Y/N)... you poor, unfortunate soul. We'll be together soon." He kissed his finger and pressed it to the glass.

Things haven't been getting worse, which is good, but that doesn't mean it's been getting any better.

You've been getting more used to this half-fish body. And it was kinda cool, in a way... you gotta look for the good things in life, you know?

You were just relaxing, wondering if you would ever get to turn back to normal. Then, you heard something enter the water, and the water became... cloudy...?

Oh. Oh, this is ink, isn't it.

"(Y/N), you have to promise not to make fun of me, ok?" You heard a voice that was absolutely Azul ask. Great, this is exactly what you needed.

Wait... maybe it is exactly what you needed! Maybe you can convince him to tear up the contract!

"Why would I make fun of you, Azul?" You asked in a sweet tone. "You're so amazing, there's nothing to make fun of you for!"

"Oh...! Well I... t-that's very kind of you, (Y/N)." Azul said, sounding nervous in a romantic way (don't come for me I couldn't find a word). "Every passing day, every time I see you... I find myself falling deeper in love with you."

The inky cloud disippated, and you saw Azul in his octopus form. And you had one thing you needed to ask.

"Why aren't you wearing your glasses?"

"As an octopus, I have speacial muscles in my eyes that help me overcome my near-sightedness." Azul explained. "Naturally, when in human form, I don't have those muscles and thus need glasses."

"Azul... you like me, don't you...?" You asked.

"Ah-! Yes, I-I suppose that's true..." Azul looked away from you, a blue blush spreading across his face.

'Well, if you do like me, then..." You leaned forwards. "Rip up the contract."

"Mmm... no, I can't do that, (Y/N)..." Azul said, sounding troubled. "That contract is protecting you. You know how... protective... Jade and Floyd are of you. If things were to go back to normal..." He shuddered at the thought.

"What? People would die?" You jokingly asked.

"Well... yes." Azul said. "I'm almost sure that's exactly what would happen."

"Oh."

"Yep."

"But-"

"You'd be much safer with me." Azul stared directly at you. "Wouldn't you agree? I could get Jade and Floyd to agree to a contract where the terms include never being anywhere near you! wouldn't that be perfect? It would, wouldn't it? (Y/N), don't you agree? Don't you agree?!"

"Wha-? G-get your tentacles off me!" You yelled.

"(Y/N), let's make a new deal, why don't we~?" Azul asked, leaning in close as he wrapped his tentacles around you. "I'll give you your legs back..." He whispered. "All you need to do is love me."

Before you could say anything else, two people (or rather, two morays) dove into the water.

Oh, this can't be good.

"What do you think you're doing, Azul?"

"You think you can just try and steal Shrimpy away from us?"

"We won't allow it."

"They're ours."

Azul decided to choose a very risky move. He kissed you. He kissed you directly on the lips, passionately, nearly making out with you. As some sort of power play, maybe? You're not sure why he did it, truthfully.

The aftermath of that was obviously a fight between the trio.

Azul did manage to get out of the water and escape within an inch of his life.

"(Y/N), he didn't hurt you too badly, did he?" Jade asked.

"He didn't hurt me at all!" You insisted.

"He didn't try to force you into a deal, did he?" Floyd asked.

"N-no! No! He didn't! Why would he?" You asked, hoping they wouldn't realize you were lying. That contract Azul mentioned... you can go back to normal, if only you love him! And... and he can make sure the twins never bother you again.

Quite the tempting deal.

"Well alright then!" Floyd smiled almost too widely. "I'm gonna go make sure Azul isn't too injured. All things considered, we need someone to run the Lounge... it'd be so booooooooring running it."

"Yes, agreed. Speaking of injuries, I should go visit the infirmary." Jade said, before turning to you. "(Y/N), you'll be ok on your own, right?"

"O-of course I will! You know me!"

"Alright then! Later Shrimpy!"

"See you soon, (Y/N)."

To be honest, you don't care what you have to do for it to happen, you just want your life to go back to normal.

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pinkthick · 7 months

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Maybe a monster

Pairing: Simon Petrikov & Kid!Marceline

Simon Petrikov/Betty Grof

Summary: In an alternate universe where Simon Petrikov turned into a vampire before the mushroom war, things swiftly turn bad. Even Betty had limits, but she did her best to help him.

As the end of the world approaches, Simon is now caring for young Marceline.

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Swearing

One fucking drop of human blood on his tongue and now he can’t drink animal blood anymore. It has been a struggle returning to the animal blood that he had always used. It’s so cold… disgusting… it makes him feel weak and gross. But he has to go back to it though.

If only he wouldn't throw it up every time he drinks it.

He has spent some quality time kneeled over the porcelain bowl of a toilet as he violently throws up all of the contents of his stomach. And God, he was exhausted.

It sucks, but he can't get used to human blood. Won’t get used to it. But he needed blood that actually satisfies him.

Human blood.

No.

He needs to stick with animal blood, even if he wants something else.

He got up and slapped water on his face and then stared into his own eyes. Those cold, black eyes. They revealed no emotion, just like always. Was he a monster? Betty always tell him that he isn't.

He gripped his head, and suddenly everything became to bright and too loud and too much. The rushing water, it was like it was in his ears, in his brain. The hunger pangs are resounding through his stomach. Then he gripped the brim of the sink, focusing on his thoughts and he closed his eyes. He felt her scent of blood as she entered the room. He opend his eyes and glanced at his reflection, and there she was, staring back at him.

"The bathroom looks like a crime scene."

"I know" he scoffed

"You're unwell." She pointed out

And at that he didn't respond.

She sighed and went closer to him and he stiffened immediately "Let me help you Simon."

"No. You're not helping me like this."

“We both know you need human blood. Just this one time and when—“ Simon interrupted her “I said no.”

“What if you lose control when you’re having a interview or a seminar?” Betty asked trying to reach out to him but he stepped back “I won’t.”

“You—can’t be sure.”

“And if I drink from you, you really think you’re going to be fine afterwards? I can’t do this to you Betty. I can’t hurt you.”

“And I don’t care Simon, you need it.”

Simon's internal struggle was tearing him apart. He knew that he shouldn't drink blood from Betty, but the relentless craving had driven him to the brink. He desperately wanted it, craved the warmth of her blood coursing through his veins.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" His voice was laced thick with worry and desire.

She was nestled comfortably under him on his bed, his form encompassing her and she was stroking his black hair.

"I told you, I want to help you. I thought I've made it clear I'm not scared of you." Betty replied defiantly.

"You should be." His voice rumbled deep in his throat.

Betty looked up into his eyes. They were different, more predatory.

He didn't meet her gaze.

"If I gain a taste for your blood, do not let me feed from you whenever the desire takes hold. Please."

"I promise." Betty smiled tenderly, bringing her hand up to delicately frame his face.

He closed his eyes, and leaned into her hand slightly. After a moment he opened his eyes and licked his lips. "This will hurt Betty, but I will try to be quick about it."

He leaned down, hovering over her exposed neck, his hot breath tickling her skin. Betty wrapped her arms around him, and closed her eyes. Suddenly, his fangs pierced her flesh, digging in deep. She gasped in pain and tightened her grip on his shirt. Simon cupped his hand under her head in reassurance. She exhaled as the pain settled in and let herself relax into Simon's embrace.

He really was trying to be gentle... but Betty's blood was so sweet... he forced himself to drink it slowly, tasting every drop thoroughly. Betty's breath came in short, enticing gasps. It made his heart tighten with desire. He wanted her, all of her, to be his.

She could feel how tenderly he was treating her, comforting her with soft squeezes every time she gasped but it still hurted like hell. He had it under control, but it still leaked through in his eyes.

His hunger soon satiated and he felt amazing.

Betty gasped as Simon's fangs suddenly slid out of her. He licked at the wound, catching stray droplets of blood with his tongue and cleaning it. He sat up then, his face flushed and his lips covered in her blood. He was panting, his eyes half-lidded. She tried to stay still, unsure of what to do as she tried not to cry anymore. His eyes widened suddenly and he looked away, covering his mouth with his hand as if in shame. He closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed. He wiped his mouth, her blood staining the back of his hand.

"I'm sorry." He broke the silence.

He turned his head to look at her. He shouldn't have agreed to this.

"Betty, darling," he uttered gently. She started hiccuping, shoulders rocking back and forth. Simon encouraged her to control her breathing. She held onto him as if for dear life.

He wiped away her tears with his thumbs. New ones came quickly to replace them. A dull heartache weighed heavy in his chest.

"My love," he said. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have—I shouldn't." he choked on his words.

"No." She shook her head "Don't say that. I helped you. That's important."

"No, I promise you I won't do this again. I promise you." he took ahold of her hands

"I would let you bite me again in a heartbeat." her cries were beginning to settle "I would do anything for you, no matter the cost." he frowned at her.

He gently pressed his forehead onto hers, and both of them closed their eyes. "You're too good for me"

He suddenly woke up from a dream, one that had haunted him for months. It was the same dream, the one where he had bitten Betty for the first time. It was like he could still feel the sweet taste of her blood, even if it was just a dream.

“Fuck," Simon muttered under his breath, his hand trembling as he touched his forehead. His heart always ached after dreaming of Betty or just thinking of her. The guilt of what he had become, what he had done to her, weighed heavily on his soul.

He glanced over at Marceline, relieved to see that she was still peacefully sleeping. His little Marcy. She was the one bright spot in his dark existence, the reason he held on to his humanity.

They have been together for just 2 months, but she had already captured his whole heart. She was too precious for this fucked up world. They had recently taken refuge in an abandoned building, the tattered remnants of a world that had once been so vibrant. Simon had draped his familiar black cloak over Marceline, creating a makeshift bed for her, while he sat nearby, keeping a watchful eye over their sanctuary. The room was filled with a haunting silence, broken only by the soft sounds of Marceline's peaceful sleep. Simon had grown used to the quiet of this new world, but his thoughts were never silent, always plagued by memories and regrets.

Simon sighed deeply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. The memories of Betty were a double-edged sword, a reminder of the love he had lost and the monster he had become. He wished he could forget, but he couldn't escape the past.

Gently, he adjusted his cloak, making sure Marceline was still covered, before settling back into his vigil. He couldn't change the past, but he could protect the future, and that meant keeping Marceline safe from the darkness that had consumed him and the world.

Notes: I’m trying to make this a series but we’ll see how this will go.

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8/Part 9/Part 10/?

Masterlist

#fiona and cake #simon petrikov #marceline and simon #adventure time #betty and simon #adventure time simon #angst #betty grof #adventure time alternative universe #ice king #winter king #vampires #vampire simon petrikov #human betty grof #no crown #no ice king #vampire simon petrikov au #petrigrof

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fadeintohim · 1 year

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Cooper Day HC's <3

Just some Cooper Day from 'The Days' (2004) Head Canons

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These are split into 2 catogories, being "Catagory One - Romantic HC's" and "Catagory Two - Sexual HC's". These are shown as 'C1' or 'C2'.

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･☆

C1 - Cooper likes back massages, his love language is probably physical touch\quality time, so a back massage is something he is definitely down to have.

C1 - Cooper likes napping and\or falling asleep together, since he is so babygirl he sleeps on your chest or something. It makes him feel like he is valued (he secretly loves validation and appreciation).

C1 - Cooper remembers moments best through music and really enjoys when you do things together with music on.

C1 - Cooper likes when you paint his fingernails black because he is emo asf.

C1 - Cooper sometimes asks you to pick out his outfit because he genuinely puts time and effort into what he wears (he needs to look cool).

C1 - Cooper doesn't make eye contact often, but he does when you're talking about something you're interested in because he thinks it's cute to see your eyes light up.

C1 - Cooper melts into your touch, he's so easily affected by small touches.

C1 - Cooper literally loves when you celebrate valentines day with him because he feels lucky to have you.

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･☆

C2 - Cooper gets turned on when you show interest in something he likes.

C2 - Cooper is good (he's amazing) with his fingers, he literally types all day.

C2 - Cooper is a tits guy, he likes ass enough, but he doesn't pay much attention to it, however, he loses his mind over a good pair of titties. (They don't even have to be big, they just have to look good).

C2 - Cooper is a sub, not by choice, he just prefers when he is being pleasured and he honestly kinda loves being touched and then having to beg for more.

C2 - Cooper has jerked off during a phone call with you more than once.

C2 - Cooper doesn't intentionally do this, but he sometimes gives you ruined orgasms. (This is based off the fact he stopped a makeout for a second to say "Dude, my hand is cramping"). He doesn't mean too, but sometimes he will stop mid-fuck just because of something minor.

C2 - Cooper has pissed in you multiple times, he doesn't necessarily have a piss kink, he just orgasms and then notices he has to piss really bad and just does it.

C2 - Cooper likes to fuck your tits. Bonus points for him if you're the one suggesting it.

C2 - Cooper loves to recieve oral. He likes the warmth of your mouth and likes to be pleased, it's literally perfect for him.

C2 - Cooper likes cockwarming and fantisizes about it.

C2 - Cooper is sort of vocal, groans during makeouts, moans when you suck him off, does both if you fuck him in general.

C2 - Cooper wet dreams and gets boners easy.

C2 - Cooper likes when you sit on his lap, he gets REALLY hard from it if you move too much though.

C2 - Cooper loves to be praised but doesn't realize he has a praise kink (he does). If you tell him he's doing good or tell him his dick\fingers feel good, he will cum so fast.

C2 - Cooper has fantisized about being choked before. The thought made him cum.

C2 - Cooper likes it when your fingers are in his mouth and he doesn't know why.

C2 - Cooper has a sex playlist. (NO CBAT IS NOT ON IT).

#evan peters x reader #evan peters smut #cooper day x reader #cooper day smut #cooper day pls marry me ily #i want evan to ruin me

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goldenhxurs · 12 days

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Fire station 118

Chapter one — Starting over

Pairing : Tommy Kinard x original male character named Braxton Kingsley

Summary : After that disaster of a night, Braxton packed his belongings and flew out of New York.

What if Braxton Kingsley’s the one to take over Tommy’s spot at the fire station 118. And what if instead of becoming a firefighter, Evan “Buck” Buckley was the proud owner of a bar in downtown Los Angeles.

Ratings & warnings : Explicit 18+, minors dni.

Words count : 1.8k

Tucked away in the far corner of a certain bar called Heaven’s on earth with his hand curled loosely around a glass filled with their cheapest whiskey, Braxton Kingsley’s looking around, avoiding anyone’s gaze. His eyes trained on the tiny television playing an old football match, the poor signal gives the picture a grainy quality and breaks up the audio—not that it actually matters—with the classic rock blasting over the crackling speakers and a few of the customers screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs.

Karaoke bar. This was definitely not a place where he imagined himself sitting in two years ago.

“Hey.” Braxton glances up to stare into the sparkling blue eyes of the owner of this fine establishment, and unfortunately one of his closest friends, Evan Buckley. “You seem more miserable than usual. Bet you could use another drink.”

“Good evening, Buck. I’m doing just fine, thanks for asking, asshole.” He dramatically pushes the glass towards the other man with one finger, and Evan fills it up with a smirk. “I just drove over twenty five hours, I’m fucking starving, need a goddamn shower and a much needed good night of sleep.” As the owner pulls the bottle back, Braxton snatches up the glass and guzzles as much of the burning liquid as he can without choking.

God, how he misses the taste of a good bottle like the English Sherry Cask. This Jack Daniels is hideous, he thinks.

“It’s a good evening indeed, right. The weather was really nice today.” The man sucks his teeth and gives his friend a sympathetic look. “Was it really that bad? I mean come on, last time I checked on you, you were living the American dream.” Evan Buckley has never been one to ponder his words before speaking. He’s more of a speak now, think later kinda guy. And Evan’s still fairly young, he has so much more to learn and experience as a person, Braxton could never truly be upset about his behaviors.

The ex-businessman groans, letting his head fall onto the sticky table with a thunk. “That was over two years ago, you dumbass. And I had to leave that shithole, couldn’t bear the thought of staying up there mother minute after the truth was out.” Buck makes a sound in the back of his throat, suddenly uncomfortable and very aware of what he just said, a feeling of guilt settling deep in the pit of his stomach. He should’ve reached out more often, or sooner in that case, especially after the multiple articles he read on the internet. He should’ve been a better friend, he thinks. But like everyone, he got caught up with his responsibilities as a new owner and the lady of stable employees didn’t help. That and the dozens of failed relationships he went through in the last year. “Spent the last two years in Arkansas, signed up to the fire academy over there, recently graduated and got assigned to the fire station 118 over here.”

“You can stay at mine as long as you need, y’know. At least until—” Braxton suddenly sits up and waves a hand at his friend, silencing him with a simple gesture. Evan shrugs, playfully rolling his eyes. “Alright, fine. But you can’t say I didn’t try to help your stubborn ass.”

Braxton shoots him a glare, sipping on his whiskey again. “You know I have enough money to buy a house right? Hell, with the amount that I have in my bank account I can definitely book a nice and luxurious hotel room for the next forty years.” He softens his voice at the look in his friend’s eyes. Evan Buckley isn’t one to openly admit when he’s hurt, but Braxton knows him well enough—they’ve been friends for over ten years—to read those beautiful eyes. He gives the man a tight lipped smile, his jaw tight and heaves a sigh. “It’s not about bragging, nor—look, it has nothing to do with you. I love you, you’re like a brother to me and you know it. But I’m too old to sleep on someone’s couch.”

Buck cuts him off with a wave of his hand too. “Yeah, I know. S’fine.” He then gives him a small smile—one of the ones he reserves for the rare drunken nights spent on Braxton’s couch while visiting the big city, when the sun was set and all that was playing on television were bad n’intimes sitcoms reruns, and that feeling of being the only two in the world enveloping them both until the next day—“But if you need someone to show you around, or anything at all really, I’m your guy. You can call me at any time of the day or night and I’ll show up like the knight in shining armor coming to rescue the damsel in distress. I’ll try my damndest to make your wishes come true, city boy.”

How Braxton wants to believe every single word his friend just said. But it’s out of the question, because Braxton’s deep desire right now is to be able to go back to the man he once was two years ago. “It’s a damn shame though. That you went and signed up to the fire academy. You could’ve worked for—with me. We could’ve been work-married.”

That seems to put back a smile on Braxton’s lips, not the ones that reach his eyes, but enough for both men to laugh at Buck silliness.

And Braxton’s thankful for it.

The newly recruited firefighter shakes his head and reaches over the table to clink his glass with the almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels that Buck’s still holding. “To new beginnings, you dickhead!”

“Welcome home Braxton.”

*****

Twiddling his ballpoint pen between his fingers, Braxton lowers his gaze on the local newspaper in front of him. Jaw tickling as he’s trying not to direct his frustration at the mother beside his table—whose daughter can’t stop whining because she didn’t get the chocolate chip muffin she’s se desperately craving—he resumes his reading, circling in a dép shade of red the houses that seem decent enough.

And there isn’t a lot, strangely, considering the fact that he’s in Los Angeles.

He’s pulled from his thoughts of the horrifying and non successful house search by someone calling out his name and he looks up to see a joyful Batista holding a plain iced coffee. Relief. Smiling back a bet like she’s the savior of the day, the man rushes to the front to grab the cup and makes an escape outside, not wanting to hear another minute of the little girl’s tantrum.

Sighing, he shoves the one and the newspaper in his backpack as best as he can while holding his iced coffee. “I fucking hate kids.”

Braxton shuffles through the back pocket of his pants until his fingers touch a cool metal box. He pulls it out of the soft material and flicks the cap—thumb runs itself down the side of the lighter—a small flame explodes from the top. The smell instantly dances around him, the scent of thick smog enveloping his every sense. Like a puzzle piece, the cigarette seems to fit perfectly between his thin fingers, like two old friends reconnecting, making up for lost time. The man touches it to hula lips, letting the art flow into his breath—his breathing grows relaxed—with every inhale follows an exhale of wondrous patterns. His eyes close with ease and he continues to breathe in the silence.

He can’t remember the last time he was able to just take a walk around the block and enjoy the rays of sunlight hitting in face.

“Ah, there you are, city boy!” Buck appears out of nowhere, a brown paper bag tucked under his right arm. “I told you I would be your knight in shining armor.. even got the weapon.”

“What’s in the bag, loser?” Another exhale, the smoke finding its way with the wind.

“Kinda ironic that you’re about to save lives, put out fires and what not, and yet you’re smoking. Is it even legal for a firefighter? Anyways, I bought some pastries from that shop a few streets away. I swear they're the best.” Evan seems too excited, matching the energy of a golden retriever. “How’s house hunting going by the way?”

Braxton pouts, dropping his head. “There’s nothing. At least nothing that’s close enough to the station and fits my criteria.”

“Knowing you city boy, you might want to lower your expectations. But it might change real soon. How about you come with me, there’s places we need to go and a special someone you need to meet.” And Evan doesn’t bother waiting for his friend as he turns on his heels, whistling a familiar melody.

“What the fuck you mean by lowering my expectations? I’m not looking into buying a mansion. I’m simply asking for something located in a nice area that’s close enough to the station so I don't have to be stuck in traffic every damn time I gotta go to work.”

*****

Braxton’s a grown man, for god’s sake. He dealt with misogynist assholes on a daily basis for five years and was the proprietor of one of the biggest corporations in North America. And yet here he is, standing in front of the fire station 118 with sweaty palms, a heart rate running a mile and an uncomfortable feeling sterling deep in his guts.

“You can do this, motherfucker. You’ve been training for this shit show for twenty months.”

The show must go on, as they say. But Braxton can’t seem to move, feet glued to the sidewalk.

Tightening his hand on the strap of his shoulder bag, Braxton tries not to let the anxiety win over his entire being, even if it feels like it already did. The newly recruited firefighter closes his eyes, taking a few deep breaths to calm the pounding of his heart against his ribcage.

“You got this Braxton.”

“You look like a lost deer that’s just been thrown into the lion’s den. You must be the new probie. Name’s Howard Han, or Howie. But everyone around here’s calling me Chimney.”

Chimney, what an interesting name, he thinks.

“Oh, umm—names Braxton Kingsley. Pleasure to meet you Howie.” Both men shake hands, Braxton’s nerves instantly calming at the sight of the reassuring smile Howard’s giving him. A silent I know how it is, I was in your shoes once too. Everything’s gonna be fine. “Alright probie, how about you stop looking and actually walk in so I can introduce you to the team.” Howie’s walking back inside the station, hands in his pockets and laughing loudly.

Braxton gathers all the courage that’s left in him and follows the shorter man. “Bobby, probie’s here!”

He definitely feels like a five years old kid on his first day at kindergarten, looking everywhere and not knowing where to look at the same time. Braxton’s inspecting the trucks and their vibrant red colors, the second floor where everyone gathered to welcome him properly, the gym area he can’t wait to use and the lockers room. He’s amazed by all of it.

“I’m Bobby Nash. Welcome to 118, Braxton.”

#911 on abc #athena grant #bobby nash #chimney han #eddie diaz #evan buckley #gay men #station 118 #tommy kinard #tommy kinard x original male character

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 2 years

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Aemond Targaryen NSFW Alphabet

Summary: it's in the title

Notes: hmu to be added to any of my taglists!! also, trying out community labels for the first time... am i doing it right???

Masterlist | requests are OPEN!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Since you will most definitely need aftercare after aemond, he will provide it for you. Orders servants to get you food from the kitchens and takes care of your possible bruises while also adoring his handywork.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hands, especially what he can do with them. Whether it’s gripping, choking, spanking… he just enjoys manipulating your body’s reactions, and he also loves fighting, and needs his hands for that. They’re his tools for everything he loves.

About you, his favorite body part has to be your neck/clavicles. He enjoys marking you/holding you there and showing everyone that you’re his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming on your tits, especially if he’s already sucked hickeys into your chest at that point. It’s just another way to make you his.

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

He’s got the ambition to be King, and he will most definitely fuck you on the Iron Throne, ruler or not.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Honestly, he’s a little scarred from the experiences Aegon has to do with, so he hasn’t done that much, but he’s quick to learn and to discover his tastes.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Loves you riding him, as well as missionary. Wherever he can watch your expressions is honestly great, and the perks of missionary and cowgirl is that he can choke you/reach your tits.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Pretty serious. Sex is important to him, and he doesn’t like to joke about it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Does not like pubic hair, so he’s very well groomed.

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

He isn’t very romantic in the moment. Building up to it and afterwards, yes, but sex is mostly a way for him to express his lust/desire for you, not his romantic attraction.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s too lazy for it, plus he’s traumatized by Aegon, so he won’t do it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s a little messed up so… Loves marking you, spanking you. Iron throne sex!!! He wants you to scratch his back. If your nails are not digging into his back, is it really worth it? Bondage is also something he’s most definitely into, he’s a little bit of a control freak.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The Iron Throne.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you, seeing the marks he left the day before. Also, Aegon making fun of him/riling him up really gets him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will never, ever sub.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves receiving when he’s pent up, but also giving in order to overstimulate you. It’s also not a bad thing that he’s really good at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the day. The more frustrated he is, the faster and rougher. If he’s happy, he’ll be more sensual. Also, if he wants to make a baby, he’ll go more slowly and be softer than usual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not really into them. Sure, sometimes he’ll pull you to the side for some quality time, but he prefers to really take his time on you.

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

He takes a lot of risks when it comes to exploring ways he can dom you, but they’ll probably all be going in the same direction, but he’s willing to try out things you suggest as well, as long as he doesn’t have to sub.

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

Darling, you’re in for a ride. He can last practically forever, and he’ll draw things out by doing non-penetration stuff a lot.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Definitely has rope to tie you down. Modern!Aemond would be into vibrators to make you scream :)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a teaser tbh, he’s too impatient, but he does love to overstimulate you and draw out your orgasms

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

He definitely dirty talks in High Valyrian, but he’s mostly focused on listening to you. His high Valyrian will have you quivering no question

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

Definitely loves dragon sex. Granny Vhagar is so done with Visenya fucking some Dornish on her back. Since when do we get this close to our enemies?? What has this world come to???

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It’s long but not that wide. He’s on the skinnier side, but it still hits all the right spots.

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

He thinks of you 24/7, and he wants to fuck you 99% of that time. You’re everything for him, especially if you become the mother of his children, it’ll turn his desire up by so much more. Super loyal as well :)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Aftercare is very important to him, and he adores having you in his arms for quite a bit before he falls asleep, so it takes him some time. also a big late-night overthinker

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Omori rw gang x s/o on their period comforting headcanons? (I’m only asking cause I’m on mine and it’s hell 😭)

A/N: sorry if it sucks i tried to get it done before yours finished so u wouldn't have to wait a month to relate to this. sorry if im late LMFAOO

OMORI RW GANG with an S/O on their period headcanons | includes: SUNNY, AUBREY, KEL, HERO, MARI, and BASIL

SUNNY

headcanon that SUNNY doesn't know shit about periods

he'll definitely be incredibly sympathetic, especially if you're cramping up

if you need pain relief meds or a heating pad, he'll have it in an instant

he likes to stay inside anyways so he doesn't mind if you don't feel like going places. you two often end up snuggling together on the couch watching movies with hot chocolate or tea

he really tries to make you feel better as best as he can, by drawing with you, playing your favorite music, getting whatever you want

he tries his best to comfort you with words but he really can't so he gives up and just,, shows his affection by doing things for you or cuddling

(pre-incident he'd probably ask MARI for advice or something)

he rips off pieces of sketchbook paper with a shit ton of doodles of random stuff. characters he/you like, animals, flowers, people, whatever. he might even throw in a couple words too

AUBREY

she's definitely quick to get you anything you need or want

you guys spend a lot of time in your bed just chilling

if you're in public and you're acting funny or something, she'll immediately know that you bled through your pants or need to change a pad or something

she's quick to make an excuse and pull you off to the side or to the bathroom

i mean this literally when i say she would steal money from people to buy you a craving food or medicine

surprises you with little comic books from hobbeez or other knick-knacks she knows you like

lots of hand holding and talking about whatever in your bed. she's sleeping over at yours every night no matter what and you guys always end up staying up all night just talking. she really enjoys your company but she eventually makes you go to sleep because you need rest

KEL

he kinda doesn't wanna get in your business so he doesn't mention or ask about it unless you say something first

he understands though, he'll kind of be softer just so he doesn't annoy you or anything

HERO taught him that liquids help cure sickness and he probably thinks it works for period pains or something

if you ask for a certain medicine from the cabinet he'll come back with like. vitamin gummies

he gets it the second time though

he feels pretty bad knowing you're in pain so he'll be quick to help you out with anything that you need,, (he always is quick to help you but more on your period)

lots of sleepovers

tucks u into bed every night. don't ask why

he also does your laundry. nothing else like cleaning or work or anything he just really likes doing laundry for some reason

his first instincts would probably be to leave you alone or give you space. but if you want him to stay with you he absolutely will

HERO

you need comfort?? food or medicine?? heating pad????? to be left alone????? he's on it faster than you finish the sentence

he doesn't know a lot about periods but he's definitely super respectful of it and tries his best

gives you the best medicine combos to combat cramps

cleans all ur shit and does all of your chores and cooks you breakfast in bed every day. he may as well be your fucking butler

brings you hot chocolate with marshmallows in bed and tucks you in with a big fluffly blanket

lots of watching shows together and snuggling

he the type of guy to go "just found out people have periods dhmu" on his story or somethign /j

if you ask him to buy pads or tampons or something he will buy the highest quality, 24-hour overnight max flow fucking gold plated pads you've ever seen

not to spoil you, he just imagines periods as the most hellish flesh-ripping experience someone can go through

he's not far off tbh

MARI

strange headcanon but i think she has the most horrific and painful cramps of all time when she has her period

so she is incredibly soft and sympathetic with you on yours because she understands too well

if you're rotting on the floor in pain she'll snap at anyone that comes in to get out

she's quick to hold you tight, get you pain medicine, water, food, whatever you need and she'll get it

she's anxious to leave your side. she always is, but more than usual

she cleans your room, tidies up around your house and does your chores every time you're on your period. even if you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself she feels obligated to

feeling cold? gives you all of her blankets, her pillows, turns the temperature up, brings you hot herbal tea, and cuddles you and MEWO

feeling warm? takes your overcoat off and hangs it neatly and gives you shorts, turns on all the fans and gets you nice cold water or lemonade

and not to mention the COMFORT. she's always talking to you and holding your hand squeezing it and speaking softly,, holding your head in her lap and giving you words of encouragement

BASIL

similar to KEL, he immediately thinks you want to be left alone and gives you space

but if you don't, then he's always there for you when you need him

he gives you little notes with drawings on them of flowers and whatnot, encouraging you and building you up (he loves praising you)

speaking of flowers, he probably shows up with a bouquet of flowers he grew himself that remind him of you. no special occasion, no date, he just wants to make you as happy as possible

i don't think he's big on physical touch, but he'll definitely stay the night or read you a story before bed to help you relax

he likes hand holding though. he'll probably sweat and run off anyways

he goes to the drug store at midnight to get whatever you want. be it menstrual products, craving foods, supplies literally anything you need he'll get it

hc that he knitted you a blanket and you cuddle it all the time but esp during this time of the month

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