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nivisdreaming · 1 year

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i have a request 👉👈 what do you think aftercare with dom!eddie would look like if reader used their safeword, but they were really upset about having to do that? maybe they’re feeling a little unsafe and don’t know what to do, cause they just wanna take care of eddie 🥺❤️

anon you look into my brain. i literally fell asleep thinking about this the night before i got this request??? anyway. i can’t resist doing a full thing for this i have many thoughts for you sweet flower child.

Summary: Overstimulated and panicked, reader has to safeword during a scene. Feeling guilty for cutting it off midway and scaring Eddie, they desperately try to make it up to him in what they believe to be the only way possible. Eddie puts them back in their place in the sweetest manner possible.

Tags: smut to hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff, overstimulation, choking, safeword use, anxious!reader, gn!reader, soft dom!eddie, entirely excessive use of petnames and praise by author

WC: ~900

“Just one more baby, come one more time for me. You can do it, be good for me.” Eddie picks up his pace for what you’re convinced must be the sixth or seventh time at this point as he leans forward to growl in your ear, “You want to make me feel good, right? Then come all over my cock, do it, obey me.” His hand juts out to wrap around your throat, leaving your head spinning, and not just from the overstimulation. Between his grip around you and his thrusting you can’t catch your breath, can’t slow down the pounding of your heart, can’t move, can’t take it anymore, can’t take more.

Fuck. This is when your supposed to safeword, right? This was one of those scenarios, where the scene is too real and the adrenaline searing painfully instead of pleasurably. The word exists for a reason. It’s not bad to use it. Right? Eddie won’t be mad? He always said you could use it no matter what. Friend’s don’t lie. You would still be good. Still be good enough.

“Metallica!” The word jumped from you in between gasps for air, and the squeezing around your throat ceased, making it so much easier to think already. Your vision came back into focus, and the thumping in your chest slows enough to lower the ringing in your ears. Thoughts become clear enough to process the situation just as you make eye contact with a panicked Eddie, who has pulled out and stopped touching you altogether, his hands raised in front of his bare chest as if to show surrender. You can’t suppress the pang of guilt that spreads through you at the fear in his eyes.

His jaw simply hangs open for a moment, as if he can’t quite get his bearings, but the tears that well in your eyes spring him into action. “Honey, honey, don’t cry baby, what’s wrong? I didn’t hurt you, did I? Let me see your neck, I didn’t squeeze the wrong spot, did I?” He lunges forward once again and reaches to inspect your throat, but you flinch backwards instinctively. The twist of guilt hurts so much worse than the soreness in your core from how hard he had fucked you. “Baby, please talk to me, was the ‘obey’ thing too much? You flinched away from me, did I scare you?”

You shake your head no and scoot back towards him with a sniffle, grabby hands raised to cling onto his bicep. You hide your face in his shoulder and muffle your words as you speak, “I’m sorry Teddy, it wasn’t your fault, promise. ‘M so sorry…” His mouth flies open to scold you for apologizing, but quickly shuts again when you begin to kiss up his chest and onto his neck. “Please let me make it up to you, Eds, can still be good, promise I can still be good. Can use my mouth, sir, do all the work and take care of you, or let you rough me up and fuck my throat. Whatever you want, I’ll give, Eddie, I’ll be so good for you, please let me help,” He finally cuts off your rambling by capturing your lips in his own for a split second, only to pull back immediately and fill up any potential space you could use to continue groveling.

“None of that, little one, thought I’d taught you better than that, hm?” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I will never, ever, punish you for using your safeword, or ask you to keep going after safewording unless the problem is resolved.” Another kiss is delivered to each of your cheeks. “You are my good baby because you are you, sweetheart. You don’t need to do anything extra to be absolutely perfect for me. You could say I could never touch you again, and I would still look at you like you created the moon and the stars, hun.” One more sweet kiss to your lips, like taking a full breath for the first time all night.

When he pulls away this time, tears are fully streaming down your face, and a few have even started to pinprick to the surface of his own eyes. You resist the urge to wipe them away. “Not mad at me? Even though I didn’t listen?” Your voice comes out breathy and soft, mumbles cutting down your words and making them sound childish.

“Sweetheart, you listened so well. You listened to your own body, and to the love of your life, who wants nothing more than for you to stop any situation in which you are not comfortable. I could never be mad at my good little baby. Never.” He pulls you in for a tight hug, both of you squeezing each other tight until both yours eyes start to droop in exhaustion. Eddie gives you a sleepy smile and hauls a blanket over the both of you, “We can talk more about what happened in the morning, okay little one? It’s bedtime for my good baby now, gotta let you get all rested up and feeling better. I’ll hold you all night though, okay? You need anything, you wake me, don’t try to get up, you know how shaky your legs get. Let me take care of you, now. You’re safe in my arms, love. Have sweet dreams, I love you so much.” You’re asleep by the time he’s a quarter of the way into his talk, but he can’t bring himself to mind. Your sweet snores make great background noise anyway.

#thanks for requesting btw!!!#this was so much fun #i need more excuses to be sappy #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader smut #dom!eddie munson #sub!reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff

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weskin-time · 1 year

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@weskin-time

I have a request...🥺👉👈

I was wondering if u can make scenarios about The (shy) reader confessing (any REV) members *COUGH* (wesker) that they luv them for the first time and there like shock about it bc likeeee the reader is not really good at showing there feelings and there finally have the guts to say ittt to them. hopefully you understand what I'm meaning... 😅

IM SORRY MY GRAMMAR IS SO BADD OMGGG

HI THIS IS CUTE AND I HOPE I DID WHAT YOU MEANT!! HAHAH (also sorry for taking forever)

i got carried away with an idea on Weskers sorry not sorry <3

RE CHARACTERS X SHY!GN!READER

Characters- Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Sheva Alomar

not beta read

Chris Redfield

(drooling over this man frfr)

Chris is a good man and a great boyfriend. He knew you were shy, it’s what drew him to you in some sense, he’s been through so much and he thought your personality was a great change of pace compared to what he was used to. He asked you out and the rest was history.

About 3 months into the relationship is when he first said “I love you.” and boy howdy did it send you into a flustered spiral. You wanted to tell him it back but if felt like you were choking on the feelings in your throat, like you were frozen. Chris understood your hesitation, he’s never going to tell you that he finds it cute, but he never pressured you into saying the big words. But wow did you feel like ass for not being able to tell him you love him just as much as he does.

3 months have passed since then, you’ve tried to show him that you love him in other ways and right now you were helping him work out. ‘Helping him out’ as in sitting on the side lines and watching him all while providing conversation and water, sometimes you joined him but your whole body hurt watching him do those hellish burpees.

You helped him keep count all while staring at your boyfriend. The way his muscles flexed under his tight dark green athletic shirt, the way his biceps tensed as he pushed himself up, only to jump up and drop back down to the floor again where you counted the number higher. Chris was a good looking man, but my gods was he one of the sweetest men you’ve ever met in your life.

He cared about you, really cared about you. He listened to everything you said even if he could sometimes barely hear your mumbling when you’re out in public he would listen and respond to you instead of pushing you aside like a doormat. He cherished you and you him. Yes he did all the things normal boyfriends do for their partners but he went above and beyond to make you happy. Too scared to tell the cashier what you want? He would tell them what you wanted with a smile on his face. He never looked down on you for being anxious and shy, he respected you, he loved you for who you are and never got upset at you. He would comfort you in hard times, not yell at you to grow up or brush it off and live in the real world, he would tell you it’s okay and never push your limits. You loved him, and in turn you did anything for him.

“I love you Chris.”

It was out before you could even get a second thought in.

Chris almost fell to the floor in shock at the sudden outburst and confession all while your heart was racing in your ears and heat swarmed your face like flies to honey, the lump in your throat returned but this time of embarrassment.

Your boyfriend on the other hand looked awestruck. His eyes open wide and a smile spread upon his face. It made him look younger, the spark in his eyes, he almost looked like a different person.

You on the other hand we’re dying in your seat.

Suddenly he rushed over and pulled you up and into a hug, all while laughing like a drunk man had won a war, his hand cradling the back of your skull while his other went to your midsection to pull you as close to his sweaty body as he could. You laughed too as your arms wrapped around his neck. His hands changed positions as he pulled back to give your forehead a kiss, they both secured themselves around your waist and hoisted you up off the ground into a spin hug.

To say he was smitten with you would be an understatement.

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Sheva Alomar

(Woman by Doja Cat starts playing bARK BARK my wife.)

You may have fallen for Sheva the day you met her, honestly.

The two of you met through a mutual friend and the two of you just hit it off instantly. She was strong willed and loyal, kind and soft but could kick your ass in more ways than you could even know, not to mention she was radiating beauty with every breath she took.

She seemed to be curious about you at first more than anything, in her line of work she rarely meets shy people. She instantly respected you and didn’t ask you to speak up or act different, she listened to every word you said and didn’t poke fun at you. The two of you became fast friends, you asking her to teach you some fighting moves to which she agreed, and one thing lead to another and she asked you out on a date to which you of course said yes after almost dying in a sea of flustered mess.

2 months in is the first time she said ‘I love you’. She took you home from a date and as she gave you a kiss goodbye she said the three words. When you started your relationship you let her know before hand that emotions were hard for you to express, that they get caught in your throat and are blocked by your flustered tongue, she understood and still agreed to start a relationship with you, so she didn’t expect you to say anything back and she left with you standing at your door speechless.

3 months have gone by, nice and easy. Every time she says ‘I love you’ you respond with ‘you too’ like she’s telling you to have a nice day. You felt bad that you’ve yet to say it even though she told you it was alright you still felt bad about it, which in turn made your shyness worse, like a snake eating it’s tail. So you thought ‘fuck it’ and you were going to tell her tonight even if you exploded, she had to hear the words.

You took her to have a picnic and watch the stars. A lantern in hand you two hiked up a hill in the middle of no where, where light pollution wouldn’t ruin the view. She could tell the entire night that your nerves were on high, slightly shaking as you ate, a wobble in your voice, not to mention your cheeks radiated heat that could burn her if she touched them.

The stars were beautiful. The light dancing in the sky was nothing compared to your girlfriend. The two of you talked about nothing important, you could barely hear her over the sound of your heartbeat in your chest and the rushing of blood in your ears.

You looked to her, and he turned her body to face you, to stare at you with her beautiful dark eyes that the stars made its home, her hair loose and ticking her face, she was beautiful.

“I love you.”

The words spilled out of your lips before you told yourself to don’t even think about it. You instantly wanted to curl into a ball and evaporate, or maybe go to the hospital because your heart shouldn’t be beating this fast to be healthy.

She laughed, a smile as bright as the stars in the sky tugged at her lips, “I love you too.”

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Albert Wesker

(putting him into a blender i hate him /lh /hj)

Excella Gionne wasn’t always the Regional Director of Tricell, she was given that spot thanks to Albert Wesker, and thanks to him you became her assistant.

You’d first meet the man the day you became her assistant, Excella telling you it’s important to meet everyone you’d be working with along side her even if you’d be stuck at a desk job most days. This was days after she became the head of the Bio-weapons devision, before Jill Valentine, before Irving was hired, before the BSAA had their nose in Africa.

Excella practically forced you into a room to meet him, regardless of your stammering she never jumped in to help you make acquaintance. Through mumbled words and not looking at him the entire time you stated your name and that it would be a pleasure to work with him.

A pleasure it was indeed. It was funny in some regard to see your boss throw herself at a man who clearly had little to no interest in her, how she begged him to look at her and want her but his eyes never even looked at her for anything less than a glance. She wasn’t important to him, he was just using her, everyone and their grandmother could see it, you felt kinda bad for her in some way.

Wesker seemed to like you though, and not in the same way he ‘liked’ Excella. He teased you about your shy nature a lot, to where you think he made it a game to see how flustered he could make you, awkward social situations, bumping into you and ‘accidentally’ making you drop papers, asking if you have a fever or if you’re feeling alright. It was unending and yet he grew on you. Your shyness soon was doubled as you began to grow fond of him, even thinking he was attractive and yet you feared you were acting like Excella.

One day as you were dropping off samples to him and he asked you out. You thought it was a joke at first to get you to fluster but he was serious, so you agreed.

Dating your bosses businesses partner didn’t really go over well. Needless to say she fired you but thankfully your new boyfriend hired you as his own assistant, which honestly wasn’t fun because Excella still was his lap dog and just flirted with him to spite you knowing you would ‘never grow a backbone’ as she had put it once. She sucked.

About 4 months into your relationship it took a turn. You reminded him that it was time for his injection of the prototype virus, which he asked you for help with. You agreed and he taught you how to prepare and safely inject him with the serum. The next time he needed it you did it by yourself, which you were proud you didn’t shake and stab him in the wrong spot but as you were injecting it he made you look at him and he confessed.

Now if Albert Wesker was the embodiment of emotional constipation what did that make you?

2 months later he invited you back to his place for a three course dinner and desert. Fancy ass. Everything was set up, everything was fancy, your favorite food was brought to you first and the desert melted in your mouth and was so good you almost wanted to cry.

You stood with Wesker on the balcony of his penthouse, the night air cool against your skin as Wesker pressed you against him. He could feel how tense you were.

“Are you alright dear?” He looked down at you.

“Yea i’m fine don’t worry.” you gave an unconvincing chuckle.

He just cocked a brow at you as you breathed a little deeper and shook your head, trying to calm the beating of your heart and the nausea of your emotions.

“Hey Al?” You asked with your eyes screwed tightly closed.

“Yes my sweet?”

You opened them and turned your head to look at your boyfriend. “I love you.”

He seemed to freeze for a second, his eyes searching yours as you died inside fully embarrassed before he relaxed somewhat.

“I love you too dearheart.”

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evansbby · 2 years

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Idk if you are still accepting requests n stuff but I just got to and need to know how our “Don’t Deny the Animal” y/n is doing 😭 Like by now she probably gave birth to their daughter and stuff so can u give us a glimpse please 🥺👉👈

Oh I’ve missed DDTA Chris & his wifey and their babies!! Okay, let’s see what they’re up to!

This drabble is a continuation of my Chris Evans fic, don’t deny the animal + the sequel.

Warnings: rpf, misogyny, smut, dubcon, daddy kink, dark!Chris, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, housewife kink, naive!reader, mentions of: condoms, birth control, contraceptive pill.

Chris knows he’s achieved the life he always dreamed of having. He’s got a beautiful, submissive wife, his twin boys who are growing smarter every day, and now he’s also got an adorable baby daughter — barely three months old but the apple of his eye.

And he loves how you are with the newborn, how you know exactly what to do — how to feed her, burp her, get her to stop crying. He loves how you dress her up all cute with bows and dresses. He loves how you’re always at home looking after his kids. It’s where you flourish, it’s where he always wants you to be.

“She’s fast asleep!” You announce as you enter yours and Chris’ bedroom, and Chris can’t help but stare at you hungrily. And he doesn’t need to be subtle or anything, because you’re his wife, his property. He can feel his dick harden in his pants, looking at you in your sheer silk nightie, the picture-perfect vision of motherhood, his perfect housewife.

He continues to stare as you settle down on the bed, eyes zeroing in on your breasts which are so much bigger now because you’re breastfeeding. Speaking of which, he can see the wet patches on the front of your nightie, and it just makes him harder.

“And the boys are such angels, they put themselves to sleep! Can you believe that? No bedtime story or anything!”

Chris smiles, setting his phone down on the side table, “That’s because I told them they could play on the iPad for half an hour if they brushed their teeth and got changed all by themselves. I know you’re tired, baby..”

You reach out to squeeze his hand, “Thank you. You’re the bestest. Although, I do like telling them their bedtime stories. And I hope you still helped them brush their teeth, they’re only two after all.”

“Of course I did, honey.” Chris grabs your calf and drags you closer to him, taking you in his arms and pressing his lips to yours, “Mm, you smell amazing.”

“That’s because I just showered.” You answer, and Chris knows that. He had a great time watching you come out of the shower wrapped in your tiny pink towel, bending down and lathering lotion all over your smooth legs and yelping when he’d smacked your ass. He’d been horny ever since.

And now even more so because he knows you’ve just fed the baby but you’re still leaking…

Slowly, he slips his hand up to tweak your nipple through the thin satin, loving how you wince because you’re so sensitive. And then, with a rumble in his chest, it’s like his inner animal takes over, and he pulls you into his lap, pushing your nightie down your body, trying to free your breasts.

“You still have to feed daddy.” Chris growls lowly, ripping your nightie down the middle, your breath hitching sweetly when your breasts pop out, and immediately he latches his mouth on one of your nipples, making sure to tweak and play with the other one.

“Mm, Chris…” You sigh, fingers tangling into his hair and he knows you feel relief as he begins to suck, your sweet milk. He just can’t get enough of feeding from you, he knew he had to do it the first time he got you pregnant, and you were so young and confused — not knowing what to do when you began lactating early.

Well, Chris had known what to do, and now you’re both addicted to it. He can tell by the way you moan his name, pushing him more into your breasts, panting when he bites your nipple gently before suckling it again, rutting his hard cock against you the whole time.

“So sweet, baby. You love feeding me, don’t you?”

“Ah! Yeah, daddy. L-Love it so much.” You whimper, helplessly humping against him. And he’s happy that you’re so enthusiastic, because although you’re always insatiable for him, your sex drive hasn’t been the same since when you were pregnant. Pregnancy hormones had you ripping his clothes off about ten times a day.

“That’s right, my sweet little baby, feeding me your mommy milk. Fuck,” he gives you one last, hard suckle before moving to your other breast, squeezing it to make the milk spurt out before sucking, “You’re such a cute little mommy, taking care of your daddy. This is what you were meant for, baby.”

“Mm, want my daddy so bad!” You cry softly, arching your back from your place on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing hard, loving the feel of his hard crotch against your pussy.

And Chris loves your enthusiasm. He’d hated not being able to fuck you after you’d given birth to his baby girl, hated having to wait till the doctor said it was okay, till you said it was okay. Because he’s already missing you being pregnant, missing how hot you looked with your round belly, his child growing inside you.

He wants to knock you up again.

With new fervour, Chris slams you down flat against the mattress, climbing on top of you and resuming suckling your nipple, his other hand squeezing your breast, loving how soft you are. It’s like the animal inside of him has awoken, desperate to get inside you and fill you up till your little baby pussy is leaking with his cum.

And then he’d scoop it all up and shove it back inside you, ensuring you’re stuffed full of his cum so he can get you pregnant again.

“You want daddy to fuck you, huh?” He whispers, your nipple still in his mouth but his eyes locked on yours, “Your little pussy got wet from breastfeeding daddy, didn’t it?”

“Yes, daddy! Wan’ your dick inside me! Please!” You beg so prettily, and it makes him so fucking hard, it’s insane. Everything you do makes him hard.

It doesn’t take too long to get both of you naked, with his clothes strewn all over the bed and your nightie ripped clean in half and the rags lying on the floor, Chris just admiring your stunning body — his property. All his. Nobody else’s.

“Ah, fuck!” You moan as he nudges the tip of his dick against your throbbing clit, and he loves how you buck your hips up, almost like a little virgin with how eager and sweet you are, your juices staining the bedsheets underneath you.

He’s about to shove his fat dick straight into your leaky little fuckhole when your tiny hands push on his chest, a sudden alertness pushing through your usual cock-drunk face, “Daddy, Chris, wait! Do you have a condom?”

Chris feels a certain rage course through his veins at the mention of the word, “What?”

“A condom,” you let out a breathless laugh, “We need to be careful, baby.”

He frowns, “You know I hate condoms, I’ve never used one with you. Ever.”

Another soft, twinkly laugh, “And that’s probably why I’ve been pregnant for the better part of two years.”

Chris blinks, what exactly was so wrong with that? But he knows he has to tread carefully now, lest this conversation go against his favour.

“Honey, I don’t have any condoms.” Which is true. He hates condoms, and why the fuck should he need to wear condoms when you’re his wife? You’re meant to spread your legs for him whenever he wants you to, no complaints. And certainly no talk about fucking condoms.

“Oh.” You look deep in thought for a moment, but still so horny with the way you’re panting hard and periodically rutting against him, “Maybe… Could you pull out before you finish?”

Now Chris is fucking pissed off. A part of him — the animal inside him — wants to just pin you down, clamp a hand over your mouth to shut you up and just fuck you and fill you to the brim with his seed.

Instead, he buries his face in your neck, kissing and licking your sweet spot, feeling you go lax in his arms, “Baby, you know I only like finishing inside you. And I know you like it too.”

“Mm, daddy, I do! But just for now! On Monday, I’ll go to the doctor to talk about going on the pill.”

Chris stops dead in his tracks, straightening up and looking at you with heated eyes, “Why the fuck would you do that?”

You sigh, “I just… a newborn and two toddlers is already a handful. And I love them, I love looking after them but I need the reassurance that I’m not going to get pregnant again right now.”

“Baby, you know I want a big family.” Chris wants nothing less than five kids. More if it means you’ll always be pregnant and indoors, away from everyone else.

“I know that. But I was thinking of maybe… going back into acting? One of my old acting friends texted me about this role I could totally audition for, and—”

“Our baby girl is only three months old.” Chris interrupts you, tone hardening as he begins to lose his patience. For fucksakes, his dick is fucking hard and he wants to fuck you already. He doesn’t need this right now. “How can you be thinking of going back to acting?”

“I know, I know!” You rush to assure him, cupping his face in your hands and he can tell that you’re searching for mercy in his eyes, “Chris, I know! I just thought… maybe in a few months…”

“In a few months, I’m going to be out of town filming my new movie. You know that.” Chris wishes you’d just erase the idea of acting from your head entirely. Your job is to be his wife and the mother of his children — it’s what you’re best at, and it’s the only thing you should be worrying about right now.

“And I want our kids to be close in age. Which is why I think the best thing for you to do right now is relax and stay at home, take care of our babies and wait a few months before we start trying for another one. Do I make myself clear?”

He purposely puts on his strict voice, the tone that conveys that there’s no room for argument, that his word is the final word — or else. And he loves how you bow your head submissively, pressing your lips together. But he also sees the tears welling in your eyes, and he knows that he’s going to have to sweet-talk you later, make it up to you somehow.

Chris knows he needs to take a different approach, make you give up on acting completely and make you think it was your idea. But right now… he just wants to be inside you. Fuck you hard to get rid of all the frustration you’ve caused him. Sweet talk and apologies can come after that.

“I said, do I make myself clear?”

You sniffle softly, “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees. Daddy wants a good view of your ass while I fuck your little baby pussy bare, the way you deserve to be fucked.”

THE END

What do you guys think? Do you want Chris and wifey to have more babies? It was fun to revisit these characters, tbh! I think Chris is getting darker! Please do tell me what you think, feedback is everything!

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #dark chris evans #anon

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my-soupy-brain · 2 months

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woild you be interested in writing ted x plus size reader, her being nervous about taking her clothes off and their first time 🥺👉👈

As a curvy girlie, I think about this a lot because Ted finds beauty in everyone, and he loves everything you and especially the things that make you nervous yourself. So let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (F)

Warnings: Body image/body image concerns, comfort, smut

Note: Taking some liberties about where reader is self-conscious

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Having Ted over for dinner was a great idea for your eighth date.

Yes, eighth date. It was going well with a certain coach Ted Lasso. He was charming and romantic, sweet and kind. Gentle and loving.

And oh so sexy.

Making out with him was a dream come true. The way his hands cupped your face, his fingers went through your hair, how they trailed down the side of your body...

You pushed yourself closer to him, eager to have his hands around you, maybe encourage him away from the fleshy roundness of your hips. You wanted...more. You were ready for more...

But he was healing from divorce; you were healing from your own break-up. You decided to take it slow. And slow is good. But difficult, because every time you're around him, you want to jump on him and kiss him breathless.

Slow was good though.

You'd be lying if you hadn't thought about your first time with him. Yes, you want it, but you're also...nervous.

You've seen Michelle - petite and thin, blonde hair, a big smile. You've seen Sassy, tall, and thin, dark hair, a big smile.

Even the women he works with like Rebecca and Keeley look like they fell off runways and walked right into Nelson Road.

You and Ted lean back into the bed, making out. The hormones and suppression of desire over the previous dates are running away with the moment and you're letting it.

When he crawls between your legs, and cups your face in his hands, you could melt. As he moves his hands down lower... lower... under your shirt...

"Hey, hey," Ted nudges you with his nose, "Why you hidin' from me?"

Your hands and forearms cover your belly, and Ted tries to move them.

"You don't... need to..." you try to mutter, hoping he brings his attention back to kissing you. Though realistically, if you want to further, this is inevitable. But...

The thoughts and images of the other women he's been with, and knows, tumble through your mind.

"I'm not... I'm not like them..." you're murmuring. Ted's eyes are scrunched in worry.

"That's good, sugar," he whispers, kissing your cheek, your neck. "I don't want them. I want you."

His hands slowly pull yours away from your body, and he looks down at you. You wish you could disappear into the mattress, get sucked inside it like quicksand.

"There's my girl," he whispers in a low voice, his hands and fingers dragging over your sides, down your breasts. He leans back over you and touches you while he kisses you, his voice a low growl against your chest. He pulls away for just a moment...

"God, touchin' you is like magic, honey," Ted says, rambling. His hair is soft and falling over his forehead, his eyes are black with lust. "So warm, so gorgeous... like a goddamn goddess."

When your eyes meet his he smiles.

"There she is," he says to himself, his finger tracing down your cheek.

He kisses you again with passion, his hand climbing under your shirt, skating your soft curves.

"You wanna take this off, or leave it on," Ted whispers. "Or we can stop. You call the shots, honey."

You don't wanna stop. You've wanted him more than anything. And you can tell how he looks at you, how he touches you, that he does think you're beautiful.

"Take it off."

Ted smiles and leans closer his hands unbuttoning it all the way down, helping you push it off your shoulders, which once bare to him, he kisses softly. Your hands immediately cover your middle, keeping one in place and using the other to cup his face.

"So warm, so...fucking sexy..." he rumbles, and he means business when he curses like that. He kisses your neck, trailing down your chest. And then he spots your arms.

He gently places his big hand on yours, and slowly tries to move it away. He feels resistance and smiles gently.

"I ain't gonna make ya do anything, sugar," he whispers. "But will ya believe me if I tell ya y'got nothing to worry 'bout?"

Your eyes meet his -- big, loving, gentle, dark. His soft lips and groomed mustache. His expressive eyebrows.

"Listen, I don't know what's goin' on in that beautiful noodle of yours," Ted says softly, his fingertips drifting over your hand still.

"But if this is about how y'look? To me? Well, shoot. I can't think of anything more beautiful than you," he adds. "I'm fallin' for ya for that laugh of yours, when you throw your head back. And those eyes I can get lost in. Your touch and your soft spirit. Those lips I can't pull away from like a gravitational pull..."

"And yeah, I ain't gonna lie, I'm pretty damn smitten with how you feel in my hands. Every inch of you is perfect to me."

Your eyes go big when he says this because he's telling the whole damn truth, as Ted Lasso is wont to do.

"Ted..."

Ted smiles, leaning into your lips.

"Now, you just say the word and we can stop right here. I care more about you than anything that might come next."

You blush wildly, his hand drifting over yours, then up your arm.

When your arm falls back to your side, he runs his hands over your body, along the hills and valleys.

"Absolutely goddamn gorgeous," he whispers as your lips meet. You can't help but smile.

And that's how you ended up tangled with Ted, your hands running under his shirt, which quickly strips off and...

"See? I got a tummy, honey," he jokes as you marvel at him, as he brings your hands to his torso to touch.

You smile and blush, and he smiles back at you, his bare, masculine hairy chest meeting your soft-skinned one.

"Ahhhh... we fit together like peanut butter n' jelly," Ted whispers, his lips kissing the outside of your ear, down your neck, while his hand travel all places.

His tongue caresses yours as he slides into you, every worry you had melts out of your skull. His hips meet yours, his cock stretching you and molding to you, your fingers dragging down his skin. He growls a little when his hands hold the fleshy roundness of your hip.

"Made for me," he mumbles, his lips against your neck again. He gets harder the more you breathe, and when his name slips out of your mouth in a moan, it almost does him in.

As you suspected - and as you wanted - it's not "fucking" with Ted. It's making love.

Every pass of his hands, every word he utters, every kiss he delivers, comes from love and adoration. He looks at you with an affection that makes your breath catch.

It doesn't take long to clutch onto his shoulders, cry out his name, and watch his hips stutter and follow you into climax. His body pulses above you, your chests pressed together...

"God, doll," he pants after a moment, making you chuckle. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and gazes down at you. "You're just..."

You wait.

"Perfect."

And with that, Ted holds you close, his hand around your back, drifting down your side and to your tummy. You don't even flinch. He loves touching every inch of you, and you welcome it with open arms.

You welcome it now on your first night together.

You welcome it on the first night you move in with him.

You welcome it on your wedding day.

And you welcome it after it softens after the birth of your first baby.

You're Ted's favorite piece of art to touch, and always will be.

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This took way longer to write than I expected because as a plushy girl, this meant a lot to me too! So thanks for this fic request. No doubt Ted would love every inch of you, inside and out.

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso smut

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frenziedslashers · 1 year

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So I have read C'mere Honey bear about three times now 👉👈 and I am in love with the way that you write the big teddy bear. Do you think you could write something where Megan's S/O helped Dwight help the others to get Negan to stop? Maybe she knew Negan before he went rogue and she wanted him to be the man he once was. She still loves him and is only helping because she knows Rick won't kill him. Maybe before she gets caught she gets pregnant, though? It's Negans obviously, and she tells Rick and he allows her to stay in Alexandria to stay near Negan 👉👈 I just think it would be cute and I would love to read how you would portray how he would react to the news. (Female reader if that's okie 🥺 I love all of your TWD stuff so much!!)

Father of Mine;;

A/N: STOP THIS IS SO CUTE - thank you for the request anon and sorry if this is shitty. Hitting a writing block rn fr.

Pairing: Negan x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, Canon Typical Violence, swearing, Negan (He's a warning himself let's be fr), Negan makes jokes about sex because it's Negan. Lmk if I need to add more!

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Negan wasn't always as evil as he was. You had once known a man that would fight to survive. One that would look for the light and still keep you and himself safe. Until one day that darkness seemed to consume him just as much as it consumed the earth. He was still in love with you, you knew it. He looked at you with those same adoring eyes, and he never once hurt you. He was just, different. He went from a man who would only fight for you. To one who now fought for hundreds. Keeping them scared while "protecting" them for his advantage.

You hated it, but you couldn't leave him. You still loved him just as much as he loved you. He was all that you had left, and you couldn't bare to let him go.

It wasn't until the whole Rick Grimes situation came around that you saw a light at the end of the grim and damp tunnel that you had been tracking through for the past years. You had found out it was Dwight who was helping him and helped the man in secret yourself. Giving him tips for Negans plans. If only in return Dwight would ask Rick to spare Negan. You couldn't live with yourself if you were the reason he got killed. He was your husband, and you loved him more than you cared to admit.

When Rick did finally end it all, you thanked him over and over. Tears rolled down your face when you realized the man had finally put an end to all of the violence that you had to endure. The violence that the love of your life had caused.

"Can I go with you? I swear, I just want to see him. He's my husband, I can't," you choked, and he nodded. "Yeah, you can come, you try anything though, and yer gone." Rick sneered at you and you nodded in understanding. Yet, you could tell the people around him didn't seem to agree as much.

You could care less what anyone else thought, though. You just needed to be near the man you fought so hard to save.

You hated what they did to him. You asked them to not hurt him, but you also knew if Rick hadn't done what he did. Then Negan wouldn't have gone back to Alexandria willingly. It was definitely a nice surprise for the previous leader when he woke up after being questioned by the gang to see you by his side. You were curled into a chair beside his bed, a book in your hands while you read and waited for his awakening.

"Whatcha readin' sugar?" He asked, his voice so fragile and hoarse. It made your chest clench while your eyes shot up to meet his.

"You're awake?" You had to ask in disbelief. Your lower lip quivered as you moved to hold his hands. "I thought you never would, I thought I might have lost you," you rambled, and he smiled despite the pain. "You're stuck with me," he croaked out, and you nodded with a soft sob.

His lips pulled down into a frown as he reached up to brush a few stray tears from your face. "Don't," he spoke, unable to continue. Wincing at the pain that shot through his neck when he spoke, you shook your head. "Don't talk, and I'll stop crying for you. Please, get rest, baby." You cooed, and he offered a weak smile. His eyes danced over yours as you leaned up to kiss his forehead with so much love.

"I love you, now get some rest. I'll be back to see you tomorrow, okay?" You told him with a smile and he did his best to smile back. His eyes watched you close when you moved down to press a gentle kiss on his lips.

God, the shit he'd do to have you hold him and just kiss him.

---

It wasn't only a month and Rick had your husband thrown in a cell. Locked away like he was the boogeyman. No light would shine upon him again besides what could bleed through the tiny window in his cell.

Sure, he did some regrettable things. You sure didn't agree with all of them, like killing Abraham and Glenn. That was uncalled for, but the people who claimed to be heroes weren't any better. So many innocent lives were taken. Women and children who couldn't defend themselves. Hell, a couple of your friends were murdered in cold blood, and anytime you saw Rick you had the urge to lunge. If it weren't for Negan still being alive, and the baby growing inside of you. You might have.

"You have an hour to talk to him. I will be right outside this door, if I suspect anything is happening, you're leaving." Michonne ordered, and you nodded, thanking the woman with a soft smile before slipping past the door.

His head shot up when he heard the door open and close. He was still weak, and everything hurt. He was still determined to meet you at the bars that separated you both. "Hey, beautiful," he chimed with that sweet grin that could manipulate you into doing about anything for him. A small smile of your own graced your lips. "Hey, handsome." His smile was even more than before just from hearing your words.

His hands were wrapped tight around the bars. His knuckles only grew whiter the closer you got to him. He swore being apart from you was worse than any punishment. He missed holding you at night. He missed seeing you most of the day. He missed you.

When you reached out and placed your fingers over his hand. His whole body seemed to slump forward. His forehead pressed against the bars of his cage while his eyes fell shut. "I never thought I'd see you again when they tossed me down here." He sighed, and you nodded while reaching through the bars to hold his face with a soft smile. "Well, they can't keep me away from you. I'm too mean. I'd start a fight if they kept me from seeing my husband," he only smiled more at that.

You were right, too. You had to be a little mean to keep up with Negan and the Saviors. It's what he loved so much about you. You were sweet as honey. But damn, could you be a bitch if you really wanted to be.

Your hand dropped from his face to his calloused fingers on the bar. Unwinding his fingers from the metal while pulling his large hand through it to link your fingers with his. "Plus, I got a surprise for you that I know you'll love," you winked, and his face lit up.

A thousand thoughts were running through his head. His mind was practically bubbling with excitement. "Is it sexual? I'm damn near about to bust just thinkin' about you sucking my dick through this cell." He joked with a wolfish grin and a low chuckle. His laugh grew more genuine when you swatted his chest with your other hand.

"Negan! Michonne is right out that door! She could take me out of here, you know?" He sighed, "I miss feeling you, though," he whined a little, and you rolled your eyes with an amused grin. "God, you're so immature sometimes." you snickered, and he only smiled. "Wouldn't want me any other way. Now would you?" You shook your head with a hum. He was right. He kept you entertained. You wouldn't trade his personality for the world.

He started shifting a little from foot to foot. The man grew anxious while waiting for you to tell him about this wonderful surprise. "So, if you aren't givin' me a piece, what's going on, sugar?" He wondered out loud.

His stomach felt like it was tearing itself apart when all you did was smile. Your eyes were wide and filled with emotions he couldn't quite place. His eyes dropped to your intertwined hands when you pulled them to your stomach. Placing his large hand over your belly. He was confused, to say the least. Then it all started coming together. Pieces of a puzzle that his brain was slowly fitting with one another. His eyes were floating back up to your own once he realized.

"You're gonna be a dad, Negan," He couldn't speak after you told him. His ears felt like they were filled with cotton. His eyes darted around the room while he experienced every emotion at once. He was thrilled. You and he talked about kids before all this. You both wanted a little cub to call your own, but he was locked away. What would become of a kid with a father locked behind bars?

He flinched when your hands held the side of his face. Your thumbs brushed away tears that he didn't even realize fell down the apples of his cheeks. "Negan," you cooed, and he could see the worry in your eyes. That look that told him you might be regretting even telling him. He didn't want you to feel that way, though. He was thankful that you told him. He needed you to know that.

"Honey, that's amazing," He told you, bearing his teeth with a wide grin, "Guess I was just hoping I'd be able to hold my kid, you know? And my super hot wife," even with the part he added at the end of his sentence you couldn't smile. You felt the same pain that he was feeling. If Rick had never shown up, he could be there throughout your pregnancy. He could hold your baby when it was born. Rick ripped away the joy of having a baby from you and Negan. In any other situation, you knew the man in front of you would be bouncing off the walls excited and telling everyone in a five-mile radius that he was going to be a daddy.

Now? Now he was standing in front of you with a ten-mile stare. His hand was still lovingly placed on your stomach, but you could tell he was scared.

"I've been talking with Michonne and Rick, Michonne doesn't like it, but Rick said if you behave right. He'd give you days to come out. You'll have to work to own your keep, but you could be with me and the baby," you assured, and you saw a sliver of hope in his eyes. His worries seemed to fade, and he seemed more excited than before. "I promise you, baby, I'll get on their good side and I will be there for you and that kid. I will hold my baby, you better believe it," he told you with a grin, and you let out a soft giggle when his hand on your stomach grabbed your waist to pull you closer to the cell. Careful to not hurt you while he did his best to kiss you through the metal bars.

"Can't wait until I get to hold you again," he sighed. You couldn't agree more.

---

It wasn't until the sixth month behind the walls of Alexandria that Negan was finally allowed time out of his cell with you. He was able to go to appointments with you and actually hold you. He felt like maybe his world was finally healing, and so did you.

"What do you think about the name Elizabeth for a girl and the name Aiden if it's a boy?" You raised your brow at the man who stood behind you. His chin rested on your shoulder while his hands rested on your stomach in the doctor's office.

"How about no," you shot him down. He scoffed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. A soft string of laughter fell from your lips at the way his facial hair tickled your neck.

Siddiq was quick to ruin the moment between the both of you. Clearing his throat to make himself known in the room. Negan didn't move, though. He never wanted to let go of you when he was released from his prison to come with you on these appointments. "Can you come lay on the bed? So we can get an ultrasound done?" He asked, and you nodded with an excited smile. "Yeah, Negan, come on, let go," you spoke, and he sighed. His hands reluctantly dropped from your stomach to watch as you made it over to the bed.

He took note of every change about you. How you seemed more plump and round. The way you had a slight waddle to your walk. The glow to your skin. Gosh. He couldn't be more grateful that he had you safe behind these walls. Even if he was locked behind bars most of the time. At least you were safe. Plus, you had a bed to sleep in. Even if it was cold and alone, it was a bed.

Negans hand squeezed yours. He sat beside you while you lay on the bed. His eyes were glued to that TV that would show him his future. The kid that would soon run his life. Change himself for the better - more than it already had.

He felt his heart squeeze in his chest. His hand tensed around yours when you both saw the baby on the screen. He had no words to express how he felt. His eyes were wide in awe. He just couldn't believe it. "I hope they have your smile," you told Negan, and he looked at you with a loving stare. A tender smile tugged at his lips. "I hope they have your eyes," he added. You both had never felt more in love with each other. If it weren't for Saddiq clearing his throat again. Negan probably would have been doing a lot more than just undressing you with his eyes.

"Well, they look healthy. I want you back here next week, though, and keep taking those vitamins." He ordered, and you nodded, Negan reaching out to wipe a few tears from your face.

"Negan," He looked up at the doctor when his name was spoken. Waiting for him to continue. "I'm going to talk with Rick and the others. I think she'd do better if you were to be with her more. She's gonna need more help the further she gets along. It's not easy moving around with a baby inside you," He quipped, and you rolled your eyes. "You could say that again," you scoffed, but Negan was too caught in the thought of holding you at night again.

"Can we trust you out here?" He asked, and Negan nodded, "Of course, I'm not fucking up this kid's life by pulling something stupid and getting more than just my throat slit. I'd do anything to be with my family," He told the doctor, squeezing your hand with a smile. "All right, I'll talk to them," "thank you," Saddiq merely shrugged with a soft exhale. "Don't thank me yet. II doubt Michonne will like the idea too much."

And she didn't, not one bit.

"Do you guys not remember what he did to us? What he did to Glenn? Or to Abraham? Or anyone else who got killed in the crossfire?" She hissed, and the people around her flinched. "Maggie doesn't even come around anymore because of him. Do you really think we should just let him roam the streets because his wife is having a kid?" She asked.

Rick shrugged. "Carl would let him."

---

It was a hard fight, and Negan did everything to prove to Michonne and the others that he was trustworthy. God, he'd let them put him on a leash just as long as he got to hold his baby when it was born.

He had never felt more torn. One part of him wanted to be excited. To scream and sing about how happy he was to be a father. He was going to have a little Negan running around. Causing chaos and destroying everything in sight. Or maybe a little you. Or a cross of both. He had every right to be excited. His heart swelled at just the thought.

The other part of him wanted to hide away in a corner. Ashamed of what his life had become and all the people he had lost. Along with the fact that he might not be able to hold you ever again. Or even get to play a simple game of hide and seek with his little one. He did everything he did for the people he cared about. Still to this day, he believed he did the right thing. He didn't deserve to be behind these bars, it was the goddamn apocalypse for Christ's sake!

Every day was a war inside Negans head. He seemed to be growing more and more lost, and you took note of that. His smile would be less and less each day. His eyes seemed to slowly lose that shimmer to them that you loved. He was losing himself not being with you and it scared you.

Michonne was there every day to watch you and the ex-leader interact. Listening to how he would talk to you, and what the both of you would say to each other. She never knew he could be that soft. So kind and loving. So paternal.

It took longer than Negan thought, but Michonne finally caved in. She saw how upset you were getting and she'd be damned if she kept a child from their father. Even if their father was batshit crazy.

He hardly looked up when he heard the door outside open. His eyes drooped from his lack of sleep. "Negan," Michonne snarled, and the man sighed. "What? Are you here to tell me I'll never see my kid?" She had never seen him look so defeated. Maybe this was what he needed? She should leave him down here to rot and deal with the fact that he'd only be able to see his baby through bars.

She wasn't like that though. If she was in Negans position she'd probably die from a broken heart. If she was unable to watch her kid grow? It would be torture, even if she thought he deserved it. You and that baby didn't deserve that. She'd be lying if she said she didn't like you either. You were a good person, and everyone could see it. No one understood why you were with someone like him, though.

She sighed, leaning her back against the wall with crossed arms. Watching the man for another moment or two before speaking up. "We're letting you out." His eyes shot up to Michonne, that liveliness slowly flickering back to life within them.

"What?" He choked, and she pursed her lips. "You need to be there for your kid. We're going to have people watching you and your wife at all times. Guards around your home, but we're letting you be with her until the baby's born," she spoke, and he could tell it pained her to say those words. Admitting that she was letting the big bad wolf out of his trap. A trap that protected the flock of sheep outside the four walls he was kept behind.

"Don't make us regret this, Negan. Who knows, you act good, we might allow supervised visits," he shook his head with a sigh. That smile was back on his face. "Shit, I don't think I've ever been more excited to hear the words 'supervised visits' when referring to my future kids," he chimed, and Michonne rolled her eyes. "Shut up before I lose the keys." And Negan listened for once. Standing to his feet with hope.

---

The moment that Negan was free, and actually able to hold you while he slept. He felt more healed than he ever had. His hands held and kept you close at all times. He was there to help you with anything that you needed. You were his everything and he finally had you back.

Even with all the side eyes and glares you each received throughout the town. Neither of you really seemed to care too much. It wasn't like they could stop you both from walking around. Happy and merry you would be raising a kid together. It wasn't until a month before you were due. That's when you each began to fear the citizens around you.

He held your hand with his as he walked you to the doctor's office. His eyes glanced over at you here or there to be sure everything was all right. He was always worried about you, especially since you were due at any moment.

Negan stopped the stroll with you when he heard a familiar click behind the both of you, though. His heart jumped into his throat as he squeezed your hand. His head turned around to look at the man behind the both of you that held a gun out. Aimed right at you.

He had feared this day since his attempted assassination. A gun aimed right at the love of his life. Just now it felt so much worse. You were pregnant. Carrying a baby! But it was his baby, and he knew the people behind these walls only saw evil when they thought of your kid being born. It tore him to pieces, and panic was setting within his chest. He felt like he was trapped, unable to save you.

Negan acted fast without thinking. Pulling you to the side and behind him. Thankful the person didn't fire. The barrel of the pistol just followed his movements. Now pointed at Negans head. "Hey, what do you think you're doing? Pointing a gun at a pregnant lady," Negan asked with a light-hearted chuckle. His palms sweating a little with how vulnerable he felt right now.

"You killed her," he snapped, and Negan felt his heart drop. He'd never escape any of this, would he? "Look, I'm sorry, I really am," he tried to apologize. He'd plead if he really had to. Anything to keep you safe and prove that he changed. "She was pregnant too, you know? My wife, she was four months along," the man rambled, his voice cracking while tears brimmed his eyes. "Why should you get to keep your wife and baby, huh?" He shouted, and people started gathering around to watch the scene unfold.

Rick was the one that tried to de-escalate the situation, but you hardly knew what was going on. Your head was pounding and swimming with what-if thoughts. Thoughts of Negan dying, you getting shot and the baby not making it.

Then it hit you like a ton of bricks. A pain in your abdomen that had you clenching Negans hand hard. The man hissed out with a wince at how hard you squeezed. "Dammit, woman, what are you-" he snarled a little, intimidated by the situation, and confused as to why you were grabbing him so hard. "I need to get to the infirmary," you wheezed, and he felt his stomach flip. Noticing how sweaty you were, and how the color seemed to drain from your face. Was the baby coming? Did you get too scared? What was going on?

He didn't have time to think before a loud bang was heard. Negan's arms instinctively wrapped around you at the noise. The jolt of adrenaline that shot through you was not helping your case, nor was his body draped over yours.

He peaked over his shoulder, realizing the man had only shot the ground and Rick was holding him to the ground. "Negan, get her to Saddiq, now!" Rick shouted, and Negan nodded. He didn't have to tell him twice.

His head was racing at the thought of you going into labor. Was he really ready to be a dad? Were you both ready to be walking around with a baby in these conditions? What if he did get shot? What if someone killed you?

He didn't have time to think about anything worse before you were being helped up the stairs by Saddiq. Pulled into the main room of the infirmary and onto the table.

"Negan," you cried out when he went to stand back from the table. Your hand reaching out to hold his, "Don't go, please." He frowned at your words. He hated that you thought he would just leave you here. His smile slowly came back while he nodded, "I'm not heading anywhere, remember, you're stuck with me." He told you, leaning down to kiss your fear. Brushing away the tears that spilled past your eyes.

The contractions got closer and closer with each minute that went by, and soon Saddiq was using his knowledge and helping you deliver your baby. Negan was simply a bystander, holding your hand and doing his best to comfort you. Even if you were screaming and yelling at him with each reassurance he tried to give you. He knew you didn't mean it, or at least he assumed.

---

When the baby was finally born Negan couldn't take his eyes off of them. They were so small, especially in his hands. Little nose, ears, eyes, feet, he couldn't stop smiling.

"Can I hold my baby?" You asked, reaching your arms out with a small smile, and Negan raised a brow. "Don't you mean our baby?" He asked, looking back down at her before handing the little one to you. Propping some pillows behind you so you could sit up on the bed while holding your baby. The blanket draped over your legs.

He hummed out a small laugh while looking over the kid, reaching out to place his finger on the palm of her hand. Watching as she squeezed back. "She has your eyes," you told him, and he chuckled, "Then I hope she's got your smile, honey-bear," he cooed, leaning over in order to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

From that day on Negan spent most of his time by your side. Getting Michonne off his ass after the whole rogue citizen incident. He needed to not only be there to help you heal, but also protect you. It was obvious that people weren't going to feel any remorse for killing a woman - that unknown to Negan - helped Rick capture the Saviors. Nor her baby who had done nothing wrong.

He couldn't believe that he had a kid now. She was everything to him too. He couldn't wait until she got older, as well. Watch his little girl grow up into someone strong. He just hoped she didn't grow up too fast.

"You know," he murmured, the both of you finally back in the safety of the house Rick had assigned you when you first got into Alexandria. "I think we should have an army of kids," he cooed, and you rolled your eyes. Leaning against him while you each sat on the couch. The baby in your arms.

"Negan, I'll have one more kid for you. After that, you'll have to figure out the army situation on your own. Either find kids out there, or someone else to have your babies." you joked, and he snickered, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His nose nuzzled your skin afterward. "Hmm, we'll be all right with just two, I guess," he sighed dramatically, and you rolled your eyes.

"I at least want a little boy," he hummed with a smirk, kissing on your neck while you giggled lightly. "Well, we're waiting at least another two years before I have another one, Neg," he groaned at your words. Leaning more against you. "Why not now?" You tittered, kissing his cheek. "Someone's got baby fever, don't they?" You asked with a grin, and he shrugged. "Only if you're the one makin' 'em, sweetheart," he told you, and you nodded. Finally settling against his chest after he stopped squirming around beside you. He was worse than the sleeping babe in your arm.

"I love you," he cooed, leaning his head on top of yours while one arm draped around your shoulders. The other hand reached down to set on the baby's chest. "I love you both, don't either of you forget that." He whispered.

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lace-coffin · 1 month

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Thomas hewitt with mommy kink 🥺👉👈

Or/and some tiddy sucking 🧏🏼‍♀️☺️

Thomas Hewitt with a mommy kink x afab!Reader (nsfw)

You really should have seen this coming, considering the non existent relationship between Tommy and his birth mother. In your defence you had more important things to be considering when stranded in the middle-of- fucking-nowhere Texas. Thankfully a handsome tree of a man and his uncle found you and towed your car back to the run down family owned gas station down the road. You weren’t sure if now being deeper into the town was a blessing or a curse…no time to dwell on that now. Atleast you were in civilisation…..kinda?

Cut to a few months later and things had evolved from there, car in need of more than a few major fixes. As Hoyt, you’d come to find his name was, put it, “your lucky that shit can didn’t blow up on you 50 miles back” go figure. With no place to stay whilst your car was out of commission you ended up staying in the Hewitt house. A few days turned into a week, a week turning into ‘staying a few extra days to help around the house, to pay your debt back’ your bond with Tommy and his family developed deeper and your now up to scratch car gathered more dust outside. The whole ‘how I found out my emotionally repressed boyfriend kills and eats people’ story happened is for another day.

In the present day you lay spread lazily across the double bed you share, book in hand and eyes beginning to become unfocused from fatigue. Maybe it’s time to put the book away. Just before you can finish that thought, Tommy stomps in, making quick work of his boots and kicking them towards the door. The bed dips from his weight as he slumps down onto it.

“Hard day, big guy?” You question, setting the book aside on pushing yourself into a sitting position by his side. You only receive a grunt for confirmation.

“Hoyt been busting your ass?”

A longer exhausted groan comes from behind his hands. Ah, it’s one of those days. Thankfully you have a way to help with a 90% success rate, even if he doesn’t feel up to it you can offer a warm bath and a cuddle.

Shuffling closer to Tommy you gently slide your hands under his head, raising it to meet your gaze in the process.

“Do you need some pampering time baby? A little time with mama?” You coo, lazily drawing patterns over the leather half mask adorning your partners face.

You can tell by the way the larger man’s eyes seem to almost mist over and get more distant that it’s a yes, already falling into the headspace and wanting to let go. Tapping his cheek to get his attention you speak again.

“I’m going to need clear consent baby, are you sure you want this? If not we can try something else ok? I won’t be angry or disappointed”

Eyes shifting back to focus on you Tommy signs an “I’m sure” and waits for you to take the lead.

“Good job honey”

Pulling the pair of you down onto the bed you position yourself so Tommy is resting his face onto your chest, feeling the way it rises and falls with each breath. For now you just lay there in eachothers comfortable presence, whispering sweet nothings and praises into his long unruly hair. It’s peaceful and sweet while it lasts but you know Tommy never lasts long before getting wound up like this. Sure enough your hand not so subtly finds its way to his crotch, battered work trousers tenting in the front.

“Are you all pent up down here baby? You need mommie to take care of it?” You ask in a sickly sweet manor, it’s a rhetorical question, you know how bad he wants this, wants you. Tommy lets out a shudder and a muted groan, bucking into your warm hands.

“How about this, I take care of you and you take care of mommie ok?”

His head raises, looking you in the face as if it will answer what you’re implying, almost looking like a big lap dog with his head sat on your chest like that. His questions are answered as you start to unbutton your shirt, revealing your naked chest to his hungry eyes. Giggling at his reaction you lean to take Tommy out of his trousers, eliciting a gasp from him as it’s exposed to the air.

“Be a good boy and suck on mommies tits will you? I’ll treat you right if you can be a good boy for me and keep your hands to yourself”

Wasting no time at all Tommy dives into your chest, cupping both breasts in his calloused hands. You let a small sigh escape, practically melting into his palms as he begins to lay kisses onto the meat of your tits, teasingly avoiding the nipple, keeping you on edge and waiting.

Tugging his hair you hiss out after a particularly hard suck.

“Stop being a brat and get to it, you do want to be touched, don’t you?”

Groaning at the delicious sting in his scalp he nods fervently, plump lips finally latching onto your sensitive nipples.

“Shit..hah..perfect, just like that baby”

As a reward for his efforts you finally bring your hand back to his cock, slowly working it over in languid strokes, not slow enough to tease but not fast enough to let him cum so soon, you aren’t that kind.

With a last nip to your right breast he finally switches to the other, giving the now lonely one an equal amount of attention with his large hands. The way he moves his tongue should be illegal, it’s sloppy and dirty, laving over your abused nipples like a man starved.

Arching your chest into his mouth you speed up your ministrations, you can tell by the way his breath is beginning to hitch and his hips twitching that he’s close. Paying extra attention to the spot under the head you decide he deserves his reward. Pulling your hand away you pat him on the flank to gain his attention that’s currently focused on your panting chest.

“You’ve done such a good job making mommie feel good baby, how about you come up here and get your reward?” You giggle devilishly, patting your chest and tugging Tommy a little to encourage him to perch himself on your chest. You bite your lip as his thick cock slaps onto your chest, leaving a smear of precum to run into the valley between them.

It doesn’t take long at all after Tommy begins to fuck your tits, If he was barely holding on before then he definitely isn’t now. The noise his cock makes between your slick tits is disgustingly lewd and only spurs him on further. Before he knows it he’s on the edge, a quick “please?” is Clumsily signed out in desperation. He’s so cute still asking permission even like this, such a good boy.

“Are you gonna cum for me baby? Gonna mark me up and get me all dirty? Go ahead, you’ve earned it for being such a sweet little thing” you coo, encouraging him into his orgasm. With one final pathetic whine his cock twitches and paints your tits in warm cum, thick spurts dripping down the sides or pooling into the centre.

With few final weak thrusts, Tommy effectively collapses onto your now sticky chest, it should gross you out to have the quickly cooling cum pressed between the two of you but you’re both too blissed out to really give a fuck. Sitting in quiet again you run your hands through his hair, easing over his scalp that you abused earlier as an apology. As much as you want to stay like this forever you both need to get cleaned up before it becomes annoying.

Patting Tommy’s back you speak up again.

“Ready for that bath handsome?”

You get another tired grunt and a thumbs up from your boyfriends face down fucked out form. Stifling a laugh you continue.

“If you’re quick I might let you return the favour…”

Suddenly he’s up and into the bathroom, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him move that quick.

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*crashes in* HELL YEAH I WANT THAT BEEGEAR STATION

I'm gettin back into Stardew Valley, so what if--

What if Reader decided to plant different flowers depending on the season outside for the bees?????

Different flavored honey!

The bees are curious but love the variety. You also just look so cute and pretty gardening! They just wanna scoop you up, twirl you around and take you on the flower beds

Bonus: certain bug hybrid neighbors appreciate certain flavours of honey and you get to trade with them better things depending on what you have available.

Beemas Gardener!reader head Cannon

CW: harem, all the bees love Reader

The Bees can finally rest easy, knowing that their Royal is safe, and their hobby is relatively safe too.

Gardening is such a perfect hobby for you you're caring gentle hands tending to something delicate and beautiful like s flower.

The Drone plant wonderful flowers for you, anything you tell them, but the boredom on your face was clear.

The bees usually only use their plots to grow plant-based food. While other drones and warriors set out to hunt and look for gigantic flowers to harvest their pollen and nectar. The Gardener drones were happy to share their Farm plots with you but you didn't want to impose.

So As a gift the Drones construct a royal Greenhouse in the back of the old station.

They can't help but watch you from afar on their break with hearts in their eyes.

Being with you in your personal Garden is perfect one-on-one time with their royal. They are more than happy to lend an extra hand.

Your homegrown honey veggies and fruit become absolute Delicacies in the hive, only because it was grown with love from you.

Bees when they receive a random tomato you grew:🥺👉👈💗😭🥰😍💋💕💞

Also, a funny interaction where the drones purposely jack up the price on the "Bee station Black Market" of your vegetables to the Kings on purpose. ( this is all going on without your knowledge, by the way)

The bees will look in jealousy at the 'certain Merchant' that you're selling your vegetables to.

They can't help but bring you seeds that they find just to see the smile on your face. you just look so happy in the Royal Greenhouse. And all they want to do is make you happy.

Oh, to be that guard that guards the greenhouse while you're there, seeing you and the greenhouse guard interact with the royal—watching him twirl you around in happiness. They want to be him so badly!!

Since your flowers were so small, you could only make so much of your special honey (the bees taught you how to make honey), but oh my God, you're unique flavored honey is the delicacy of Delicacies, treated like diamonds.

Insect hybrids can make flavored honey in theory, but many of them are primarily focused on Survival or their own colonies, so they never really have free time. So other insect hybrids would shower you with lots of luxuries just for trade.

One season you'll try to grow watermelon or cantaloupe and you ended up with a tiny melon or a bitter fruit. You sit in the empty mess hall with a basket full of failures. The worker drone washing his dishes sees his Royal looking sad and his heart breaks

" your highness... you look sad my love, why? he says gently, Wiping the tears away with his thumb.

" oh, Elias...it's nothing I thought I could grow more fragile fruits and vegetables this year I guess I was wrong... Henry and the other Gardners are so much better than I am."

Elias frowned " your highness... the gardening department to grow these things for you and all the hive. I'm sure they can give you wonderful tips and pointers," Elias looks over into the basket and Chuckles.

"Elias-!" You quietly Shout.

Elias shakes his head giving you a pleasant smile " Sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with these, they're just a little small... I'll tell you what I'll make special dishs with all of these just for you but it shall only be our secret"

You give him a small smile and Nod. " there's that lovely smile~!" Elias replies taking your basket and heading over to the kitchen.

The dishes ended up being amazing.

You ended up seeing Henry later that evening the other drones laughed as Henry scrambled, brushing off the dirt off him trying to look as presentable as possible.

You asked Henry if he could tutor you one on one on gardening.

henry.exe stopped working.

One of the gardener drones in Henry's team facepalmed.

" Don't worry your highness... he'll do it"

#ro.chatting #the gardening bees are Henry's wingman #beegearstation au #this is mostly about the drones #x reader #submas au

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 2 years

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*pops in, half dead* hiyaa... 😭Can someone explain to me, an european without a sea, why when I drive 3hs down from Kansas to Oklahoma.. i feel gradully so much worse with the heat?!? Its been ONLY 3hs?!? (Imma be in Texas and Luisiana in few days/week.. imma die there.. i will be either a fried or boiled Levy - depending on the humidity-)

Anywayyyy back to the bussiness

Omg! One year?!?? 🤩🥳 Thats amazing! Happy anivversary! Glad to have you here on Tumblr for so long! I cant say for others, but you really inpacted my life - in all good sense - cuz your writings bring me comfort and smiles and fuzzy feelings.

Thank you for being here! ❤️

If possible.. could I request fem reader with Benn Beckman (and Shanks if its land on threesome), please? 👉👈🥺

Hello, Levy my love!!! OMG, the heat is bad this summer!!! You can cook an egg on the sidewalk 😭 Thank you, honey!! I'm so glad I was able to help you in some way, hun! Every time I get a request from you I get so excited!!! 💜 Yes I can do this for you!!! Spinning the wheel it landed on Creampie. 🙊 I hope you enjoy this babe!!!

TW: Creampie and Vaginal penetration

WC:680

Benn x Fem Reader: Filled to the rim N/SFW

You finally had him to yourself, patiently waiting for him to finish his duties around the ship before you got his full attention. But your form of patiently waiting was to taunt him as he was doing his duties to help motivate him to finish quicker. When his attention was on you, that’s all he focused on. Making sure you were going to be satisfied and possibly have some trouble walking the next day. With all the taunting you were giving this man he was pushing the urge not to fuck you in front of everyone on the ship. The way ass grazed his package, giving him a hug and when your ear was close enough you moaned his name softly. “You're so needy ______. You couldn’t even wait a few hours.” Benn spoke in a low voice. But you couldn’t hear what he was saying as your moaning was blocking out anything he was saying. All you could see was his lips moving. Benn watched your eyes go crossed eyes he enjoyed what he heard and saw he went in harder with a hand he lifted one of your legs over his shoulders. Going in deeper. Looking at him as he continued to look at the lewd expression on your face. Everything was going hazy for you, the room becoming stuffed from the panting with the both of you. Both of you are covered in a thin layer of sweat. “Cat caught your tongue.” He said as he waited for your response resting his forehead against mine.

“Mmmmmmmm~~~ Keep going babe just like that~~” you meekly spoke as he continued to pound into your cunt. As he kept the hard thrusting motion you felt his pubic bone he was stimulating your clit. Benn could feel your cunt becoming more wet with every thrust he was doing. Your hands were slippery due to the sweat produced from the both of you, you couldn’t hold onto your lover as they kept sliding down.

“ ______” he grunted a bit louder, his salt pepper hair sticking to yours and his face. “Where do you want me to cum?” he asked, knowing he was fighting back the urge just to cum inside of you knowing the repercussions of what could happen. Benn was known to pull out every single time. He didn’t care for condoms as he wants to feel you have nothing in between you both. He loved the feeling of your warm moist cunt around his cock. Enjoying the sensation of when you were close to climaxing you would choke tighter and tighter around his cock. Every time he was close he would pull out and see his warm sticky seed land on your abdomen. He could feel his stomach tensing up holding back his climax.

“Cu-cum inside me.” panting as you spoke those three words. Benn never asked you before as this was the first time. How badly you wanted to feel his cock being milked in your cunt as you both climaxed together. Every single time you were hesitant to ask him knowing if he didn’t like it it may ruin the mood.

Benn lips curled up as you heard him chuckle in a low tone. “What do you say?” he grabbed your other leg putting it over his shoulder. His when skin slapping against your throbbing cunt.

“Pretty please Benn~~~~” crying out loud. The crashing wave sensation riding over you as your climax was rushing in like a tidal wave. With one deep thrust you could feel when his load was shot into your, the warm liquid filled inside of you as he did a few pumps draining all of his seed inside your cunt. Benn could fill the cum seeping through your cunt. And he was pulling out your legs coming down as well. The ring of cum at the base of his cock ran down his shaft as he pulled his member out. Once he was full out he saw the cum oozing out with two fingers he swiped your sensitive cunt pushing the cum back inside you.

#benn beckman #op benn #beckman one piece #benn x reader #one piece #the witch of one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece x reader insert #let's play n/sfw event

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maybege · 1 year

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Hi May! I’m sorry you aren’t feeling well right now 🤧🤒. I thought I’d stop by with some Trucker!Paz AU thoughts to hopefully take your mind off being sick.

I actually work for a trucking company doing accounts receiving so this AU hits close to home for me. But since A/B/O doesn’t exist irl 😔, I imagine things a bit differently…and heads up, this is shamefully self indulgent. I mean I’m being completely ridiculous here, but I had a shitty day and I need to lose myself in a world where Paz exists so please indulge me 😏.

Instead of Paz being a OTR trucker in your AU, I picture him spending his days running loaded containers of liquor from a large distribution center to the rail. At the end of the day he usually scans his gate tickets and his signed BOLs to his billing person. But maybe his scanner is old and isn’t working right and the images aren’t coming over clearly and it’s causing issues with the customer paying their invoices which causes issues with AR.

This is where you enter the picture. You feel bad and want to do everything you can to help out Paz so he won’t get deducted for his unpaid loads. At your suggestion, Paz starts dropping off his paperwork in person. You help him get all his unpaid loads cleared up but more importantly, he discovers how pretty his billing person is 😉.

You and Paz hit it off immediately and Paz looks forward to seeing you every time he stops by. And even when Paz finally buys a new scanner, he still wants to drop his paperwork off in person so he can keep seeing and talking to you.

And you can’t stop thinking about him. He’s just so kind and sweet and has the cutest smile that makes his eyes crinkle. You’re constantly thinking about how big he is and how good he always smells. He always wears really comfy looking flannels that make you think about how warm he must be. His hair looks so soft you just want to comb your fingers through it. And his voice…his voice makes you dizzy and horny. And then one day your brain gets all fuzzy when he looks extra gorgeous and Paz catches you staring at his extremely kissable lips and things get really sexually charged 🥵 and you don’t know if you want to die of embarrassment or just confess how much you like him and want to get to know him outside of work. Paz decides to help you out and asks you out on a date first and you practically shout out “YES!” which makes Paz chuckle warmly. He tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and tells you he’ll pick you up Friday night and calls you “Love” and you feel like you’re going to melt right there on the spot 🫠. You barely can focus for the rest of the week because all you can think about is how it’s actually happening, you’re finally going out on a date with the big beautiful man of your dreams. 🥰

Anyway, hope this brightened your day ☀️ and that you are feeling better soon. Have some chicken noodle soup and drink some tea with lemon and honey. Stay hydrated and get lots of rest. Thinking of you and sending virtual hugs your way. 🤗

This the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever read and I’m so in love with this 😭😭😭😭 He’s so soft and warm and kind and hopelessly in love with you and when you both work late, he walks you to your car and when Friday comes around he wears one of his dress shirts and gets you flowers and everything 🥺👉👈

#may answers #truck driver!paz vibes #paz vizsla x reader

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libertys-lovers · 2 years

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🗓 🎂 🧁 for Karamatsu? 😊

*does a silly jig*

Thank you so much for the ask, Anon! Let’s get this sparkly show on the road!

🗓 - What’s my favorite occasion to celebrate with Kara?

Okay... so I have two- First one’s Valentine’s Day, because EVERY YEAR the entire sextuplet group just loses their minds- They get so desperate for chocolate, and you’d THINK that since Kara’s dating someone now, he’d relax a bit. But n o - he gets even MORE hyper. So when I get him chocolates (or really anything), he doesn’t know how to act. I think I remember him literally exploding one year. I just think it’s cute to see him flustered, especially since I always take him to dinner later on in the day, which just adds to his flustered energy. Of course, I also find it really important that he knows he’s loved; his family (and his entire dimension really) gives him such a hard time. I said a similar thing in a Hawks ask I did a bit back, but since Valentine’s Day offers a buncha opportunities to spoil my goobers, I’m going to take advantage of it for him! As we can gather though, I also very much enjoy celebrating his birthday! I always go give the brothers presents for their birthday, but then I always smuggle Kara a buncha extra stuff; it’s always funny seeing him try to figure out what to do with everything. Not to mention that since my other F/Os get him birthday stuff too, that man is wealthy in gifts every year. The hard part’s just making sure his brothers don’t break everything we get him lmao.

🎂 - I’ve answered this over here!

🧁 - What are my favorite pet-names/nicknames he calls me?

😳☺️😌😔🥺🥹

👉👈👉👈👉👈

So of COURSE I wear my Karamatsu Girl title with pride! Every-time he calls me it, I honor it like a badge made of solid gold. BUT…. whenever he calls me “honey”, I can’t help but hide my face and giggle uncontrollably- Everyone makes fun of me for it everytime it happens... but then again they all bully me whenever he flusters me at all. Everyone in that dimension is awful to me (I’m kidding of course; it’s only partially true!). That’s besides the point though; the point is that if he calls me “honey” (or even “angel” or “princess”) ONE more time I’m going to implode into confetti (and trust me, that’s a good thing).

~ 💟 Freedom 💟

#gif #gif warning #f/o ask game #self ship #self shipper #self shipping #romantic f/o #🕶️💥dramatics💥🕶️

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Hello! I was wondering if I could get matched up with a Hazbin Hotel character (romantically) please if that's not too much to ask 🥺👉👈

• My pronouns are she/her and I am female

• I have a male preference (but if you match me up with a woman I won't complain vibes are vibes yk)

• I'd say I can be sort of shy with groups of people, but once l'm in a one-on-one conversation with someone I am fun and energetic. I always try to make people laugh, and I always have a lot going on in my mind, so l tend to talk a lot. I also get very anxious, so I tend to overthink things a lot and l often ask for reassurance that I'm not being annoying and stuff. I am also protective of the people I care about. Overall I just love to have a fun time and make people happy

• I. LOVE. MUSIC!! As in I am constantly singing all the time. There's a song stuck in my head? I am belting it out loud when I'm by myself. In public I will just hum it though. I also play the violin

• I am also a HUGE anime nerd, it's like the only thing I watch. I am a purple belt in judo (a martial art, like Ju Jitsu). I love reading as well, I have so many books it's basically a collection at this point.

• My favorite aesthetic is spacecore. I wouldn't say I really have an aesthetic but let's just say I look like I shop at Hot Topic (because I do lol)

• I am a Virgo

• I love puns hehe

I hope this is ok! Thank you so much!! 🩷🩵🩷🩵

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓓𝓾𝓼𝓽!

When he first met you he was unsure if he liked you or not or if you would even ever meet again

It was mostly because you were in a group of people though and once he started talking to you like really talking to you, he found out that you were actually quite cool

He loved how energetic you were when talking to him and that it didn't feel like he was meeting a wall

It then occurred to him that he didn't really know your name as you never told him

"Oh uh, hey. I almost forgot... whats ya name?"

You both love having fun. I'd imagine that whenever you get together to hang out its always somewhat fast paced

Yet he also loves when you both have quieter moments and it was actually in one of those when he realized that he may have a (totally small yep totally) crush on you

"So uh hey- whatcha doin' later?"

He was trying to be smooth while asking you out... it didn't work. He kept doing a shifty eye thing out of nervousness

He doesn't find you annoying at all in fact he finds it surprising when you even think that you're annoying him

"Honey... you're talking to the walkin pimp... of course I don't think that you're annoying!"

In all seriousness though he finds it weird that you think that you're annoying. If anything he should be asking you if you're annoyed with him

I'd imagine that you'd have quite a few interactions with Val and he would definitely try to separate you two. Mostly because he doesn't want you beating up his boss out of spite and then probably getting harmed later

He tries to keep his work life separate from the one he has with you and will do anything to make sure that it stays that way

After a long day of work you typically help take care of him and make sure that he's okay. You actually try to stop him from going to work but he denies it

"Don't worry about it sugar... I've been doin this bullshit for a while now... its nothing special"

He tries his best to make sure that you're not overly worried about him or anything

Moving onto more light hearted topics he loves singing with you. He doesn't care what song it is or if he even likes it or not. A chance to sing is a chance to sing

He'll also dance while singing and sometimes will try and get you to join and loosen up with him. You both actually do this when either of you are having a hard day

Going with the topic of loosening up he tries to push you a bit out of your comfort zone from time to time (this is how you meet the hotel staff aka charlie, vaggie, alastor, husk, etc.)

He was actually quite surprised that you got along with them so well, surprised, but happy :)

"I'm glad you didn't find those freaks too annoying," ;)

You BET he watches anime with you. He also shouts either smash or pass whenever a new character comes up on screen... yeah have fun with that-

He doesn't read much but he likes watching you read. I don't know if you're very expressive when you read but if you are he giggles every time he sees you make a new face or fangirl over a character

He was surprised to find out that you did a martial art. That being said he trains with you as I'm sure that he also has some moves... that being said he will flirt with you if you pin him down-

"Oh, well y'know if you wanted me like this you could've just asked,"

Yeah he thinks he's being slick

I don't know your stance on more... sexual jokes but if you don't like he will try and stop them. But they will slip out from time to time

Once he found out that you played the violin he was FLOORED (like with Judo-). He instantly brought you new pieces and would ask for you to play them and then would try and play the violin himself

He stopped after the third try deeming it 'impossible' and saying that only you could possibly play such an instrument.

Also he makes puns with you all of the time :)

#match up #hazbin hotel matchup #hazbin hotel matchups #matchups #hazbin hotel match up #matchup #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel match ups #hazbin

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