#give me your pickles 💕

[gejo333]

An Unexpected Match II

DILF/DBF Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader

Pt. 1 Pt. 3

Summary: You and Stephanie take a girls trip to Miami after Stephanie broke up with her high school sweetheart at the end of your freshman year of college. The purpose of the trip was for her to get laid, so your mission was to be her wing woman. However, you didn’t expect to hook up with a mysterious, handsome man for the weekend.

18+ Warning!!! This chapter will have a lot of smut.

This is a very long chapter since I wanted to do the flashback seen in one chapter.

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy💕

Wc: 7.1k

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Two Years Ago

“Finally, we’re here! It felt like we were never getting to our hotel.” Stephanie slammed the taxi door as she screamed excitedly, getting some weird stares from bystanders.

You pay the taxi driver and give him a nice tip as an apology for your very energetic friend. As you get out, the taxi leaves, and you look at the resort hotel entrance, a sigh of relief and relaxation washing over you.

“Now, let’s get to our room to go to the bar and get a drink. I need one after that grueling flight.” You groan slightly as you and Stephanie walk inside.

After checking in and settling into your room, you are now dressed in more appropriate and sexier bar clothes instead of the leggings and sweats you came in wearing.

“Ok, tonight is about you getting laid and over your ex.” You said as you both walked out of the elevator and towards the outdoor bar by the pool.

“You know, I will be your wing woman this weekend. You need to get laid as well. It’s probably getting dusty down there. You haven’t hooked up since you broke up with your ex right before college started.” Said Stephanie as you both find seats at the bar.

“I’ve gotten laid since.” You argue, but she gives you a side eye, seeing straight through your lie. You roll your eyes and sigh in defeat. “Ok, fine. I haven’t.” You get the bartender’s attention by ordering green tea shots and a cocktail.

You both hold your shot glasses up, “To getting laid.” Said Stephanie, who made you chuckle slightly, repeating her words before clinking glasses and downing the shot.

As you both enjoyed your time at the bar, chatting away and reliving the best and worst moments of Freshmen year, the bartender approached you with a new set of cocktail orders.

“These are from the gentlemen over there.” The bartender said before leaving. You and Stephanie look down to the other end of the bar to see two guys, obviously in college, smiling at you both. They weren’t bad-looking, so Stephanie waved them over.

“Stephanie, what are you doing?”

“Getting us both tickets to getting laid. Before they get here. Drink test.” You both dipped the tip of a nail in your drinks. After waiting a few seconds, you both noticed that your nail polish didn’t change, passing the no-roofie detected test.

“Hey there, ladies. You must have just gotten here. This is our third evening here, and we haven’t met women as beautiful as you. I’m Rafael.” Rafael leaned closer to Stephanie.

“Sweet talker. I like that. I’m Stephanie.” Said Stephanie as she leaned closer to Rafael, clearly interested. You smiled slightly as you could sense the chemistry between the two. Goal achieved.

“Hey, I’m Mat.” The other guy stood next to you as he smiled at you. You smile back at him. "Y/n."

“Can I buy you a shot?” He offered.

“Sure. Green tea’s my favorite.”

“Mine too.” He chuckled as he got the bartender’s attention and ordered the shots.

“Really?” You chuckle at his response.

“Ok, you caught me. Pickleback is my favorite. But green tea shots are always good.” He lifted his hands in surrender as he chuckled.

“Pickles are definitely not my favorite.” You giggle.

“Maybe I can change your mind?” Mat moved closer to you with a smirk.

“Maybe.” You smile back as you lean in closer to him. He smiled as he ordered a set of pickle back shots too.

Once both shots arrived, you decided to try the pickle one first.

“Cheers.” Said Mat as you clinked glasses and drank the shot of Jameson. As you lifted the shot of pickle juice to your mouth, you pulled back and scrunched up your face.

“Nope, can’t do it.” You chuckle as you place it down on the counter.

“I’ll take it. Pickles are the best.” He chuckled as he took your shot which made you chuckle too.

You continued your conversation with Mat. Not too long ago, Stephanie tapped you on the shoulder to signal that she was heading out with Rafael. You had both decided that if you got laid, she would go to another room, even though you insisted the other way around. But just as dramatic as your best friend was, she was just as stubborn.

Mat was cute, and talking with him was nice, but you weren’t feeling hot and bothered by him. You didn’t feel that sexual attraction, which was frustrating, to say the least. But there didn’t seem to be other prospects floating your way tonight.

You glanced at the pool as its blue hue glowed against the dusk sky. That’s when you noticed a tall man walking towards the bar. His white shirt fitted tightly against him as it perfectly contrasted against his warm tan skin. As the mysterious man got closer, you noticed the stark height difference as he walked up to the bar and ordered dark liquor.

The man noticed your gaze as his reddish-brown hues met yours. Just one look into his eyes, and you were hypnotized. You notice him checking you out before he smirks at you, now looking ahead and taking a sip of his drink.

“Y/n? Are you good?” Mat’s voice brought you out of your hypnosis as you looked back at him with a smile as he looked at you with a confused smile.

“Yeah, sorry. Thought I saw something. But it was just my imagination.” You chuckle nervously, hoping he bought it.

“Alright. As I was saying...” Mat continued to talk as you tried your best to pay attention to him.

Your eyes briefly returned to where the mysterious man was but were disappointed to see no one there. Maybe you did imagine him. He seemed too perfect to be true.

“So...do you want to get out of here?” Mat smiled as he scratched a non-existent scratch on the back of his neck. Before you can respond, the mysterious man walks up and stands to the other side of you. “Another whisky for me. And whatever the gorgeous lady next to me wants.” The man says as he slides the drink the bartender made for you closer to you on the wooden counter. Now up close, you noticed how handsome he was, from his chiseled jaw to his plush lips and piercing brown eyes fixed on you.

“So, what’s your name, Hermosa?” He smirked and looked down at you as he sipped his drink. Even sitting next to you, you barely reach his broad shoulders.

“Hey man, she’s with me.” Said Mat as he scowled at the other man and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, which, to be honest, you weren’t pleased about.

“Are you her husband? Boyfriend?” The man asked as he arched his eyebrow.

“Well, no.”

“Then she’s available. As long as she’s interested.” The man slid his hand around your waist as he moved you closer to him. As you felt your body began to tingle, your heart raced in your chest. You definitely felt hot and bothered by him. And you liked it.

You slightly turned to face Mat as you smiled softly at him. “It was nice getting to know you, Mat, but if I’m being honest, I didn’t feel any spark between us. I’m sorry. I can pay for my drinks from your tab.” You bit your lip as you looked at Mat, who looked at you with a frown before glaring at the man next to you.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll cover the drinks. It was nice meeting you, too, y/n. If you decide to ditch this guy, give me a call.” He smiled, slipping you his number on the counter before walking away. You felt a tinge of guilt for ending it like that. But you couldn’t ignore this spark between you and the figure next to you, who you turned towards.

“Y/n, that’s a beautiful name.” The man smiled as he turned your chair so you were fully facing him; he moved the stool closer. You smile up at him, cheeks rosy as your faces were only inches apart.

“What’s your name, stranger?” Your gaze meets his, not able to look away.

“It’s Miguel O’Hara.”

“That’s a fitting name for a handsome man.”

Miguel smirked as he put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You try to take a sip from your drink when he pulls it away and as you give him a confused smile. He leans down to your ear as his hand gently snaked up your thigh.

“I think you're a year or two short from drinking that, cariño.” He whispered, which sent chills down your back.

“So what? Are you going to turn me in?” You chuckle.

“I might. Unless you agree to go on a walk with me.”

“Where are we walking to?” You smirk as you lean closer to him.

“Maybe around the resort, then towards my room.” He says as he gently grabs your chin and kisses you softly. As soon as your lips met, you felt a small shock as he kissed you. You gently break away as you say, “That sounds like fun.”

After Miguel paid his tab and the rest of yours, he took you by the waist as you walked back to his room.

The walk took a little longer as you both stole kisses from each other, which got a few blushing glances from bystanders. You finally made it to the room, which you didn’t think you would make it to, for how quickly the sexual tension built between you two had gotten.

Miguel swiftly unlocked and opened the door. Before he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as a moan escaped your lips. He kissed your neck, his teeth grazing your skin ever so often.

Entering the room, Miguel laid you on the bed. He placed one deep kiss on your lips before he lifted himself up from on top of you. He took off his shirt and threw it to the ground. You gazed down his form as your eyes traced his chest to his perfectly toned abs before you met his lustful and hungry gaze.

Within minutes all your clothes and his were on the floor as you watched him slowly remove your black lace panties before separating your legs, wider than your used to so he could be between your thighs. Miguel hovered over you as he captured your lips and began to trail them down your neck to your breasts. You bit your lip as you felt his lips sucking on one of your breasts. One of his hands trailed up your thigh as he inserted one of his fingers into your wet folds.

Miguel removed his lips briefly from your nipple, peaked and sensitive from his touches as his eyes lightly glared at you. “Don’t hold back your voice, cariño. I want to hear you.” He growled slightly, which made your core burn hotter from his commanding tone. You nod at him; a smirk replaces his frown as he kisses your lips, “Good girl.” A moan escaped you, not holding back as you felt him insert another finger inside you. You knew he was a large man, but two of his fingers alone filled you.

His lips soon left the plush mountains of your breasts as he kissed down your stomach, where his face landed between your thighs. He grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders as he fingered fucked you. You felt your core tighten, desperate for release due to the quick pace of his fingers thrusting and curling inside you.

You bit your lip in pure pleasure, about to reach your blissful peak, when you suddenly felt the absence of his fingers. You lightly glare up at him, cheeks flushed, breath slightly uneven. “Miguel!” You whined, which only made him chuckle. “You’re cute when your flustered under me, Hermosa.”

Before you could argue back at him, you gripped the bed sheets as you felt his tongue slowly lick your wet folds before sucking your sensitive clit, instinctively making your hips buck up against him. “So eager for me, huh?” He chuckled as he inserted his tongue inside your dripping cunt. You roll your eyes at his cocky attitude, but you don’t care as he buries his mouth against you as if you were his favorite meal and, at the same time, his last meal.

You begin to feel your core tighten again, “Cum for me so that I can taste more of you,” he said before his lips sucked on your clit. A loud groan from your sweet voice was music to Miguel’s ears as a small groan escaped him when he felt your thighs squeeze against his face, making his cock twitch from the pressure.

Your grip on the sheets relaxed as you released yourself onto his face, which made your flushed cheeks darken as he licked every drop. It had been so long since you felt this good from an orgasm. Possibly, never felt this amazing before.

Miguel lowered your legs from his shoulders as he positioned himself between you. He hovered over you as he removed his boxers. Your eyes widen slightly, jaw slightly open when you see his size. How was he going to fit inside you? As if he could read your thoughts, he leaned down, lips gently brushing against yours as he chuckled, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to be gentle. At least for the first couple of minutes.” Miguel smirked as he captured your lips into his. He licked your lips, wanting to explore your mouth. Still, you teasingly refused, which was a poor mistake as he entered the tip of his cock inside you, making you gasp and letting his tongue enter your mouth.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he slowly inserted deeper inside your wet cunt. Even with the prep, he still made your walls stretch farther than they have ever been. Once you gently moved your hips against his, it was his cue to begin as he removed himself but the tip before thrusting back inside you.

“Miguel.” You cry out as you claw at his back from the constant abuse of your pussy. His pace begins to quicken as he slams back into you, as he feels his balls slap against you.

“You keep squeezing around me like that, and I’ll lose myself faster, cariño. Damn, you’re tight. I love how you squeeze and suck my cock deeper into your pussy.” Miguel growled as his pace grew faster, making you feel your core tighten again.

He grabbed your hips and lifted them slightly as he found a new angle to fuck you in, making the tip of his cock hit in just the right place repeatedly. You cried out loud as you reached your euphoric high again, as you covered his cock in your juices.

Trying to catch your breath, you feel him remove himself as you give him a confused look. He chuckled, “Giving you a second to catch your breath before we continue.” He chuckled as he kissed your lips.

Your cheeks are already flushed. It was hard to see them grow redder from his sexual stamina. He flipped you so you were on your hands and knees, taking you by the hips and thrusting himself back in.

Your knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets so tight as Miguel fucked you from behind. You didn’t think his size would surprise you again in the new position, but you were wrong as you felt him fill you more.

Trailing after your third orgasm, your cunt began to feel overstimulated as he continued to fuck you rough from behind.

“It’s s-so much. T-too much.” You mewled out loud. Miguel leaned forward, and you felt him press agaisnt your back as he kissed your shoulder to your neck. “Just one more. You can handle one more. Right, Hermosa?” He whispered in your ear. You nod your head as you feel your lower stomach tighten.

“Fuck, let me cum inside this pretty little pussy of yours. What do you say?” Miguel continued to slam into you as his cock twitched, almost at its peak. You moaned out loud as you squeezed around him from your third orgasm. The sudden tightness around his cock makes him groan as he spills deep inside you, coating your walls white.

Your upper body collapsed on the soft duvet as Miguel continued to thrust inside you, becoming more sloppy as he came down from his sexual high. Once he removed himself from you, he went to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth as he gently cleaned around your thighs and overstimulated pussy.

Once he was done, he got back on the bed and brought you both under the covers as he held you against him. He gently lifted your chin as he kissed you softly. You return the kiss before pulling away as you both try to catch your breath after your fun physical activity that just took place.

Fatigue soon washed over you as Miguel pulled you closer against his chest and kissed your head. “Get some rest. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”

The sunlight peaking into the window woke you from your peaceful slumber. You begin to wake up and feel how sore your body is from last night’s events. Remembering you weren’t in your room, you look to the other side of the bed and slightly frown when you see it empty.

You then register the sound of the shower in the bathroom; looking at the arm clock, you notice it is 9 am. Your eyes widen; you overslept. A small groan left your body as you got up from the bed. Your body was sore. You didn’t realize how rough he was going last night until now.

You try to find all your clothes and get them on before he gets out of the shower. Taking longer than normal, you could only get your panties and bra on when you heard the bathroom door open. Out walked Miguel in only a towel that hung dangerously low around his hips as he gave you a confused look.

“Sorry, I’m almost ready and will be out in a few minutes.” You say as you try to find your skirt.

“Why? Are you trying to run away from me, Hermosa? Was last night not satisfying enough? You seemed to really enjoy yourself. But I could easily show you again.” He chuckled as he walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pushing you into his wet chiseled chest.

“For some reason, I thought this was a one-nightstand.” You nervously chuckle as you bite your lower lip and look up at him. You see a small frown on his lips as he looks at you.

“Do you want it to be? Cause I know I want this to keep going. I can’t seem to get enough of you.” He smirked and leaned down to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around him as you got on your toes to deepen the kiss.

“I don’t want this to end yet either.” You happily smile, which he returns as he kisses you again. The kisses became more heated as you both were hungry for each other as you smashed your lips.

Miguel picks you up and places you on the bed as he hovers over you, placing his lips across your breasts and neck as he leaves more bruises over the ones he made last night.

You moan softly from his lips as they meet yours again in a loving kiss. Miguel moved his lips from you briefly as he gazed at you, “You’re gorgeous, cariño.” He smiles as he kisses you softly. A groan escapes his lips when he hears your phone ring.

“Sorry, I have to get it. It might be my friend who I’m staying with.” Miguel nods as you turn to grab your phone from the nightstand. You sit slightly up against the bed as Miguel continues his expedition with his lips on your body.

“Hey, Steph. How did it go last night?” You say as you try your best to stifle any moans.

“It was great! A good way to start off the weekend here. I went back to the room and saw you weren’t there. Are you out already?”

“I didn’t go back to the room last night. I went to someone else’s.” You feel Miguel smirk against your skin as he looks at you before attacking your neck with his lips.

“Ooo, I’m glad you got some last night too. Was it with that Mat guy?”

“No, this other guy came to the bar, and we hit it off very well.”

“Ooo, I definitely have to know all the details. But how was it?” Your cheeks lightly turn red as you see Miguel look at you with a smirk as he raises an eyebrow waiting for your answer. You smile as you playfully roll your eyes as you look at Miguel.

“It was really good. Definitely left me to soar this morning.” You giggle from Miguel’s playful antics as you are on the phone.

“Well, I can tell it went really well, as it seems you are still with him.” You can hear the grin on her face as you only could let out a small chuckle. “Hey, Raphael and I were about to get breakfast. Do you and your friend want to come? We’ll just be at the outdoor part of the hotel restaurant.” You agreed before saying goodbye and hanging up the phone.

Placing the phone on the bed, you look back at Miguel as you kiss him. “Since you heard everything, do you want to get breakfast?” You asked him with slight hesitation, wondering how far he wanted to take this.

Miguel smiled as he took your chin and kissed you again. “I would love to. But first, let’s continue where we left off.” Lust in his eyes, he smirked before removing his towel and taking your panties off.

After a quick round, you and Miguel got dressed and ready. Ready to leave, you both walk out the door with Miguel closing it. As you walk out his door, you bump into Mat, who is about to enter the room next to Miguel’s. He smiles awkwardly at you as he grabs his key to enter his room. But not before Miguel kissed you in front of him. You blushed, embarrassed to find out you shared a wall. You look up to Miguel, who has a smirk on his face. You lightly hit his chest with your hand as you try to hide your smile. “Miguel, you knew.”

“What can I say, Hermosa? Just wanted to let the guy know who you chose last night.” He chuckles before you both make your way to your floor, where your room is to change into new clothes.

After you got changed, you made it to the restaurant and headed to the outdoor patio, where you saw Stephanie and the guy she slept with.

“Heyy!” Stephanie said as he got up and hugged you. Before she let go, she whispered in your ear. “Damn, girl. You caught yourself a tall glass of steaming hot water.” You chuckled at her words.

“We actually ate already since it took you guys a bit longer. But don’t apologize. Never apologize for having some fun in the morning.” Stephanie winked at you as she took a sip of her coffee. Her comment made you playfully roll your eyes and chuckle as you and Miguel sat down.

After talking briefly with Stephanie and her hookup, you and Miguel leave and head to the pool. Since this was an adults-only hotel, private cabanas were offered with their own small pool. You had read about it on the hotel’s website, but you knew it was too expensive to do it. Not with your college job budget.

Of course, Miguel tells you he has a surprise and asks you to close your eyes as he leads you to your destination. When he said you could open your eyes, you gasped in awe at the sight. It was one of the private cabanas with an ocean view.

“Do you like it?” Asked Miguel as he brought you closer to him and kissed your neck. You turn around and kiss him in excitement. “I love this. I can’t believe you got one of the private cabanas. I’ll have to make sure to thank you properly.” You smirk as you guide him into the private cabana area and close the curtain to the public side. Only seeing the ocean view, knowing no one could see you from that view unless they were on a boat.

You take off your bikini cover-up dress and put sunscreen on. After you are done, you see Miguel take off his shirt and sit on the cabana bed.

“Do you need any help with putting on sunscreen?” You smile as Miguel smirks, “I would, actually.” You get on the cabana bed behind him and spread the sunscreen across his back, shoulders, and neck. You massage the sunscreen into his shoulders and neck as he leans back against your, enjoying your touch. “Your hands are heavenly.” Miguel groaned in pure bliss. You smiled as you kissed his cheek before moving away from him, making him frown before a smirk reappeared. He watched you straddle his lap as you helped him put sunscreen on his chest.

Your eyes would trail down his abs, every once in a while going back up to meet his eyes that craved for you. Miguel sits back against the cushioned bed, keeping you on his lap. Grabbing you by the hips, he pulled you closer against him as he kissed you.

“I want to know more about you, Hermosa. I only know your name.” Miguel said in between kissing you. You smiled against his lips at his comment before pulling away.

“What do you want to know?”

“Well, first off, your age. Then where do you go to college.” He chuckled as one of his hands gently rubbed against your thigh.

“I’m 19, and I go to Nueva York University. Now you seem to be old enough not to be in college. I’m guessing 25?” You furrow your brows and give him a confused smile when he laughs.

“Guess a little older.”

“28?”

“No, I’m 35.” When Miguel revealed his age, your eyes widened in shock.

“You're joking, right?” You chuckle and stop when he sees his serious look as he smiles at you.

“Is that a dealbreaker?” He asked.

“No, it’s not at all. I was just surprised. I don’t mind the age gap.” You smile as you lean in and kiss him on the lips.

“Good. Cause I would be pretty bummed to see this end right now.” Miguel smirked as he moved your hair behind your shoulders and kissed your neck, making a small moan escape your lips as he touched your sweet spot.

After a heated make-out session, you both felt the sun’s heat on your bodies. Miguel picked you up by the waist as he stood up and walked over to the private pool.

A mischievous smirk appeared on his lips, which made you nervously chuckle. “What are you thinking about O’Hara?” You then notice him walking closer to the pool as you look back at him with wide eyes. “Miguel...”

“I think we should take a dip in the pool.” He chuckled as he carried you into the cold water. A small gasp left your lips as your back arched, pressing your chest against him. Miguel walked farther into the water, smile getting wider every time your body flinched as it was covered in water.

“You're cheeky.” You chuckle as you kiss Miguel’s smiling lips. One of your hands goes into the water as you lightly splash his face. Miguel wiped his face, surprised by the sudden water attack. He sends you a playful glare before splashing your face with more water. You brush your wet hair back from your face as you laugh it off before Miguel cups your face and leans down to kiss you.

During the kiss, you splash him again as you get out of his hold, laughing. Miguel wiped his face chuckling as he quickly grabbed you as you tried to swim away from him laughing. He sits on the underwater bench and sits you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you so you can’t escape. He then kisses your cheek, whispering, “I think you’re the cheeky one. And bad girls deserve to be punished.”

Your eyes widen slightly, cheeks flushed from his last words. A smirk appeared on his face as he untied your bikini top, letting your breasts free. He then briefly took you off his lap, turning you around so your back was against his chest. He pushed your bottoms to the side before you were slammed down on to his member.

You moaned out loud as you tried to adjust to his size. However, Miguel didn’t let you as he began to ram his hips up into you, having a rough pace. You were in slight pain, but it didn’t bother you as you were overcome with pleasure. As one of his hands held your hips in place, the other began to play with one of your breasts as he used his fingers to play with your nipple, making you gasp from how sensitive you were.

You lower your hand to your clit to help relieve some of your arousal. However, as soon as your fingers touched your sensitive area, Miguel snatched your wrist and moved it to your side as you groaned in frustration.

“Miguel.” You whine as you lay your head back against his shoulder.

“Sorry, cariño. Only a good girl gets to cum. You were being cheeky, so you aren’t allowed to cum yet. You just have to sit here and take my cock in this pretty little pussy of yours.” Miguel whispered in your ear before kissing and marking up along your neck.

You turn your head to face him, and your lips connect into a heated kiss. The water splashes around from the movement of both your bodies. In the distance, you see a boat sail into view.

“There’s a boat. W-what if someone sees us?”

“If someone does, they’ll witness a gorgeous woman getting fucked in a pool. I’d like to witness that. But I’m in a much better spot cause I’m the one fucking that gorgeous woman. Now, have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes. Please, Miguel.”

“Please, what?” Miguel chuckled as he kissed your neck.

“Please touch me.”

“ As you wish.” Miguel lowered his hand as he began to rub your clit. A moan escapes you as you arch your back against his chest. “Cum for me.” He whispered as your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body as you came from your high.

Miguel groaned as he felt your walls tighten around his cock. “Por Dios! You feel so good. I wish I could stay inside you.” Miguel bucked his hips into you one last time before you felt him spill deep inside you. Miguel rode out his high before he removed himself from you, kissing your shoulder as you both tried to catch your breath.

After spending the morning and afternoon at the cabana, you both decide to head back to get ready for dinner, as Miguel said he made a reservation. You first stop at your room to grab a pair of new clothes before returning to Miguel’s room.

You decide to take a shower together to save time and indulge both of your sexual hunger for one another. It might have taken less time if you took separate showers, but why would you deny having shower sex with a man like Miguel?

After rushing to get ready, you leave the room and follow Miguel to the restaurant. You decided to walk there since it would only take 5 to 10 minutes, and the Miami night was at the perfect temperature. Once you arrived, you were taken to your seat. Looking around, you noticed how nice the restaurant was. It definitely had a few dollar signs on the Google review.

“This place is gorgeous.” You tell Miguel as you look at him across the table. You never would have thought twice about sleeping with a man older than you. But with Miguel, it didn’t feel weird at all.

“I’m glad you think so. It’s Italian. I hope you like that. And order anything you like. It’s on me.”

You looked up from your menu, slightly wide-eyed, “That’s sweet of you, Miguel. But let me pay for us. You’ve picked up the tab since we met last night.” Wow, last night. You had only known Miguel for 24 hours. Yet it felt like you’ve known him for years. Miguel smiled as he set the menu down and gently took your hand.

“I’ll pay for dinner since I suggested the restaurant. And I don’t mind paying for such a beautiful woman. But you can pay for coffee tomorrow.” He added the last part because he could tell you felt bad that he was paying for everything. But he would pick up every bill for you. You were just so perfect.

“I would love to pay for coffee tomorrow. But do you mind waking up at 7 am?” You bite your lip out of bad habit from your nerves as you notice a frown of confusion on his face.

“I don’t mind waking up at that time. But why so early?”

“I-I leave tomorrow morning. I was only here for the weekend.” Your gaze shifted from his back to the menu. When the waitress returned, you both ordered your drinks and appetizers before they left; Miguel took your hand, gaining your attention.

“Well, we’ll have to make every minute count then.” Miguel smiled as he lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“I agree.” Your cheeks turn slightly pink from his small romantic gesture. He was such a gentleman when he was outside the bedroom. Which you’re definitely not complaining about.

Dinner passed by faster than you would have liked as Miguel was leading you out of the restaurant, his hand on your back gently guiding you out. Dinner was really nice; you got to know a bit more about him between flirting with each other. He worked at Alchamex, where he talked a bit about what he does and the people he works with. Seeing his annoyed reactions when he mentioned certain people was cute. He then mentioned he had a three-year-old daughter, which melted your heart when he spoke about her.

For some reason, you had no problems with the age gap or that he was a father. It’s not the first time you’ve been hit on by older men. But you would just scoff and ignore them. But with Miguel. It felt different.

As you were walking back, you got to learn more about him. He had a younger brother named Gabriel, who his daughter was named after. You asked if you could see a photo of his daughter, which he was glad to show the Home Screen on his phone. Your heart melted at the image of his daughter. She was freaking adorable. Despite only being three, she looked much like Miguel, which you thought was cute.

You did ask the awkward question if he was married before. But Miguel only smiled and said he hadn’t and that Gabi was the result of a month-long relationship in that he found out the woman he dated was pregnant with his child until he saw her again 9 months later, giving him the baby and the parental rights and saying that she didn’t want to be a mother and to not contact her.

After he told you that, the story of how he got his daughter broke your heart. How could someone abandon their child like that? Especially one so adorable. You hugged Miguel and kissed him on the cheek for being a great man and taking care of his child.

You both returned to his room, where Miguel picked you up and put you on the bed, quickly removing both your clothes before ravaging you for hours until you were so overstimulated that you almost passed out. After Miguel helped gently clean you up, bring extra careful when he wiped the wet towel over your upper thighs and overspent pussy. He then brought you against his chest under the covers as he kissed you good night and said, “Let me make you feel good one last time tomorrow morning before you leave.”

You nodded, kissing him softly before your eyes grew heavy, entering into a peaceful slumber. Miguel gazed at your sleeping form, wanting to memorize every part of you before you left him. His last thought before he fell asleep was maybe tomorrow morning, he could convince you to stay with him longer.

You woke up the next morning extremely sore. The past two nights, really taking a toll on your body. But you didn’t mind it, as the sex was amazing enough to not care about the bruises and sore muscles the next day.

Checking your phone, you are relieved that you woke up at 5:30 and before Miguel. You looked at the man sleeping soundly next to you. How could someone look even more handsome when they were asleep? You wish you could see those reddish-brown hues lovingly gazing at you one last time before you left. But you decided it would be less painful if you left before he woke up.

You gently get out of bed, stopping every time Miguel slightly shifts in his sleep. Leaving his bed’s warmth was hard, but you had to go. When you finally left the bed, you quickly dressed before quietly getting your wallet and his room key.

You came back 15 minutes later with a coffee and breakfast sandwich for him as a small thank you for everything he’s paid for. You were relieved to still find him asleep as you walked in the door. Before you left, you wrote him a small note:

I have to raincheck on breakfast with you this morning to catch my flight, but here is a coffee and breakfast sandwich as a small thank you for dinner and everything else. I promise to take you out for a proper breakfast or dinner if we ever meet again. I really had a great time with you this weekend. I’m sorry I left before you could say goodbye.

- Love

Y/n

After leaving the note on your pillow, you look at Miguel again before quietly leaving his room. You went back to your room to see Stephanie already packed and ready.

“Hey, we haven’t seen each other all weekend.” Stephanie chuckled as she walked over to hug you. Before she let you go, she frowned slightly when she saw that painful look on your face. “Are you alright, y/n?”

“I know it was only a hookup for the weekend. But I think I stupidly caught feelings for him.” You chuckle softly, trying to fight away the pain in your heart.

“Aww, did he not return your feelings?” Stephanie said as she helped you pack; you tried to stop her, but she refused since she could tell you were hurting.

“Actually- I never told him. Guess I didn’t want to ruin such a great weekend if he didn’t feel the same way.” Stephanie scoffs as she flicks your forehead, which you swatted away as you lightly glared at her.

“Why didn’t you say anything? How did he seem this morning when you said goodbye?”

“I actually left before he woke up...”

“Girl! I swear I will kill you for some of the stupid things you do. Why would you do that?”

“Well, did you do that with Raphael?”

“No! Because mine was just a hookup. Yours was something more. When I saw you with him at breakfast the other day, he seemed to care for you.”

“Well, it’s too late. Plus, it wouldn’t have worked out anyways. I’m in college, still trying to figure out my life when he already has his figured out. Let’s just go. The cab is probably waiting for us downstairs.” You zip up your suitcase before the both of you make it downstairs and into the taxi.

Getting to the airport, passing security, and boarding the plane went surprisingly smoothly. But as you gaze out your window, watching Miami grow smaller, a tear falls down your cheek as you feel like you made a mistake and left a piece of your heart back at the hotel.

Present

The barbecue began to die down as the hours were ticking into the night. It was only your family, Stephanie, and the O’Hara’s helping to clean everything up.

“Y/n, can you take all the dishes and put them in the sink? Liam can do them.”

“What! Why? Y/n’s the one bringing them there?” Whined your younger brother as he was putting garbage in a bag.

“Liam, you’ll do them. Plus, your sister just got home today. She can get a break from chores.” Your mother lightly shot a glare at your younger brother for his attitude. You place a hand on her shoulder and smile at her.

“It’s ok, mom. I’ll do them. He wants to see his friends, and I’ll only be in the house.” You say as you pick up all the dirty dishes and bring them inside the house.

You began to wash the dishes when two large arms trapped you against the sink. Your stomach dropped as butterflies began to fly in rhythm with your rapid heart rate.

You felt him press his toned body against you, making your cheeks red and your body hot. You felt him gently move your hair from your shoulder and press his lips against your neck before whispering in your ear with that low sultry voice you missed so much.

“It’s been a while, Hermosa. I’ve missed you.”

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[b-00-biez]

Hello! I just found your blog and let me say this: I love how you write omg🖤😭 your writing is just so lovely!

Would it be okay to request either headcanons or a scenario (you can decide) for Pyramid Head with a S/O that LOVES being protected by him? And when he protects them they get all giggly and blushy😭🖤 thank you sm sm, I hope you have a lovely day! 🖤

Pyramid Head with his cute S/o

When you first set foot into silent hill. The only thing you had keeping you alive was your stamina and your ability to think quickly and hide from monsters. But after some running, you start to get exhausted. You try finding a way out of this hellhole and you're starting to think that maybe you're stuck here forever.

You were hiding in an alleyway fearing for your life. Hearing thumps and footsteps reaching your location and as you close your eyes accepting your unfortunate end. You hear screaming and running. You open your eyes to see a 7ft man in a triangular helmet. His muscles are shining in sweat and what appears to be blood. He yields a weapon about the same size as he is dragging it across the floor.

Seeing this was the only chance you had in surviving this hell. You followed this large man who doesn't mind your company. He never touched nor hurt you in any way. After some time getting to know Pyramid head ,you tag along not leaving his side no matter what as he keeps you safe.

Pyramid head doesnt seem to mind you sticking around and getting all affectionate with him

I mean this man hasnt gotten laid ever since

If you particularly wandered off and got yourself into a pickle

He was quick to kill the monsters and he felt slightly fulfilled seeing you look happy to see him

He refrains you from screaming except in bed ahem ahem so you wouldnt attract attention to other nearby enemies even if its a happy squeal

He finds it adorable when you giggle

Like hes just your big hero🥺💕

After saving you, he puts you over his shoulders and carries you around so you wouldnt stray from him

I personally dont think he lets you sleep anywhere so he has a lil pouch on his front to put you in if you ever feel tired.

Food will be a problem but he doesn't mind if you eat the monsters he kills for you

another fluff im putting out here is if hes worried about you and he felt relieved he would slightly bow his head and his helmet would touch your forehead

so its like hes giving you a lil forehead kiss💕

#slasher fucker #slasher x you #slashers x reader #slasher imagines #slasher headcanons #pyramid head #silent hill #pyramid head x reader

[nina-renmen]

Sorry for spam liking your fics yesterday I'm new here and rlly love your fics 😭!!

Could you do a hc's on how pickle would react to the reader dancing to beautiful liars by Beyonce ft. Shakira?

Also hope you're taking care of yourself 🙏🏾💕

No worries Anon! And thank you, I have been taking care of myself 💕💕

Pickle X Reader Dancing to beautiful liars

Pickle was in his arena like always, he either sat, slept or killed something that was brought to him. But curiosity spiked within him, the sound of something unusual and the sound of footsteps. But no one was coming.

So with a small grunt, Pickle lazily stood up and walked over to the small noise. You were oblivious, your headphones leaked a lot of music but you never thought it would be enough to attract someone.

Y/n swayed their hips, softly singing the lyrics. Their voice was pretty, it was pretty like a hummingbird, and they seemed fragile. It was as if they would break with a touch. With a small twirl y/n was startled by the giant primitive man. They shreiked. Without thinking they reeled their/his/her fist back and punched his face. Pickles nose bled as he stepped back, putting his hand underneath his nose and touching the blood.

Y/n still hadn’t realized who he was. They/he/she only seen him on the news once and forgot his face right after that. So with quick motions y/n pulled out a handkerchief and put it under his nose wiping the blood.

“I-I’m sorry! My headphones were so loud I didn’t even hear you.” Y/n fretted as Pickle looked down at her. They/he/she was taking care of him. Pickles eyes sparkled as y/n continued wiping off the blood until he stopped bleeding. “I’m sorry.” They/he/she apologized once more, They/he/she took a step back to retrieve their phone but he picked up their headphones first.

Pickle gave a curious look at the headphones. It was some type of cord that plugged into a small box. Y/n gasped when he stood up straight making her stand up straight as well so it wouldn’t look like she were cowering in fear. But because of that the music ‘Beautiful Liars’ blasted through her phone. Echoing throughout the stone hallway they were in.

Pickle looked down at the phone at the same time y/n did. The two reached down quickly to grab it before the other but unfortunately Pickle had grabbed it.

“Give it back!” Y/n exclaimed reaching up for the phone that Pickle had took. It was weird to him, people were in this small box. But where were they? Pickle shook the phone making it accidentally slip out of his fingers. With quick reflexes y/n grabbed it and stepped back, turning off their phone. But a notification popped up.

‘Pickle, the primitive man has killed an endangered tiger.’ It read, showing a picture of Pickle.

Y/n’s eyes widened seeing the picture of pickle and looking back up at the primitive man. It was the same person. Pickle tilted his head to the side, picking up the headphones that lied on the floor. He opened his mouth to eat it.

“N-No! B-Bad boy! That’s a very bad boy!” Y/n exclaimed. Pickle stopped opening his mouth, a whine erupted from him giving Y/n enough time to pull their headphones out from his hands.

“This is not food!” Y/n continued to scold until they/he/she yelped. Pickle had picked them up, throwing them over his shoulder and began walking back to the arena. “L-let me down!” Y/n exclaimed. Sure, they were a fighter but there’s no way in hell they’d try and engage in a battle with pickle.

Pickle sat down, pulling her to his lap. Y/n Sat frozen, what were they to do? Should she/he/ they stay? Should they try and run? As y/n was analyzing the situation in their head, Pickle tapped their phone. His nail making a ‘tap, tap’ noise against their phone screen.

Y/n sat there confused but turned on the phone. Pickle only grumbled, tapping the phone again. ‘Does he want the music?’ Y/n thought as they punched in their passcode and began to play the song. Pickle brought his hand away from theirscreen. And only snaked his hands around Y/n’s waist, pulling them closer to him.

Y/n would never realize this but now, whenever Pickle hears the song Beautiful Liars’ He thinks of Y/n.

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Hi love 💕 I would like to request a fic where y/n gets pregnant and Mark from NCT is just so soft and loving and just completely takes care of her. Btw thank you for writing all genres for us black girls and making us feel loved and seen 🥺🤍

My baby is having a baby | Mark Lee x blk fem reader

word count: 847

sorry for any mistakes.

Note: Omg I love this! Thank you so much for requesting. And awe you're welcome. 😭 I just want black girls to have nice things too. 🥹

Mark: He loves your little round belly. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, always touching your belly and caressing it. One of the things Mark loves to do is lay his head on your belly and talk to the baby. He was amazed at how you and he created another human being and how it was growing inside you each day. “I want another baby,” Mark says one night in bed as he’s rubbing cocoa butter onto your stretch marks. You laughed at him saying, “We haven’t had the first baby yet, Mark.”   Your boyfriend smiles a little saying, “I mean after this little one.”

Mark: Ever since becoming pregnant, you hadn’t felt your prettiest with the stretch marks and the gained weight and how your body was changing. But Mark loves your body even more now that you're carrying his child. One morning you cried because you couldn’t fit into your favorite pair of jeans anymore saying how fat you had gotten. Mark pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head, his hands gently running up and down your sides as he speaks to you in the softest voice ever. “Hey.” Mark says, “When can get you another pair of jeans.”   You shake your head pouting into his chest. “I want these jeans!”      Mark's hands were still moving up and down your sides. “Okay, love we can get another pair of jeans like those.” 

Mark: Before your stomach got bigger and rounder. You would wear Mark's hoodies all the time because they smelt like him. But now the hoodies wouldn’t go past your belly. You cried to Mark about it. So one day he went to the store and bought some larger hoodies. He wore them first leaving his scent and favourite cologne behind. He gives them to you. “You do too much for me.”  You say as you put on one of the hoodies.   Mark cups your face, he's smiling. “You deserve it, baby.” 

Mark: Being pregnant, you ate a lot and craved the strangest of things in the middle of the night. Like tonight, you craved pickles and chocolate sauce again. You wake up Mark, feeling a little bad about it. But he doesn't mind at all. “What is it, Y/n?” he asks you, voice groggy, as he rubs sleep from his eyes.     “I'm hungry.”   You pout. Mark nods, gets out of bed, slips on his slippers, and grabs his car keys and wallet. “Prickles and Chocolate sauce, right?” He asks with a yawn.

Mark: Today you and Mark were going to the autumn festival. It's been hard for you to put on your own shoes and tie them since your belly was in the way. You sat on the little stool near the front door. Mark was kneeling down at your feet, slipping your socks on you, and then putting your shoes on you and tying them nicely. “Mark~ I don't deserve you.”  You say.     “But you do deserve me,” Mark says as he reaches up, bopping your cute nose, making you giggle.

Mark: He's in love with every version of you. But his two favorite versions of you are when you're sleeping and when you're smiling and dancing around. Now you're pregnant. This version of you was going to be just as special. On the days when you worry about being a bad mommy.  Mark gently scolds you saying, “Ah, don't say something that's not true. You're going to be an amazing mother. Don't think that way.” He then wraps you in a comforting hug, pecking your face with sweet little kisses and telling you how much he loves you with each kiss. 

Mark: Sometimes you're exhausted because of your pregnancy so you can’t do things you wanted to like during your hair. And Mark knew how you liked keeping your hair done. He’d watch a bunch of YouTube videos and even took classes on how to do black hair so he could help make things easy for you. It’s raining outside. The soft flow of Neo Soul plays from a Bluetooth speaker, you sat between Mark’s legs as he did your hair into two strand twist. “You really didn’t have to do this for me.” You say.   Mark puts some product on your hair. “But I wanted to, Y/n.”    You couldn’t help but smile and feel warm all over. Mark was the best guy you ever had been with and you were so grateful to be having a child with him.

Mark: He couldn't wait to see who the baby would resemble. “I really hope the baby has your nose and eyes. I really love your nose and eyes.” Mark says as he's helping you with nesting.   “I hope our little one has your smile! Like that would be the cutest thing ever.” You said gushing. You loved Mark's smile a lot. You will never forget that big excited smile on his face when you told him you were pregnant.  He picked you up and twirled you around the bedroom, saying, “My baby is having a baby!” 

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[harrywavycurly]

Sarah we need more Wayne so can we get some conversations with him when the reader is pregnant? I know he’d love to be a grandpa🥹😩💕

Hiii babes!! I hope you enjoy this and just know it made me all emotional so thanks for that 🫠💖

-Some of these are between him and Eddie and I marked those with a 🖤 the others are the reader talking to Wayne.

*Wayne is ready to be a grandpa and he always makes sure he has your snacks on hand*

🖤 “What did you just say?” “I said…you’re going to be a grandpa…or like whatever you want to be called? You don’t have to go by grandpa if you’re totally against it.” “A grandpa? You…two are going to be…parents?” “Fucking crazy right? I about blacked out when she told me.” “Good lord please let it be more like her I really don’t think I can handle another you.” “Hey! I wasn’t that bad…”

“Uncle Wayne do you have any pickles? Eddie ate my last one.” “Uh oh you didn’t kill him did you?” “No…just cried and made him go to the store.” “Well come on in and check the fridge darlin I think I have a whole jar full.” “Did he tell you he tried to slip Ozzy in as a possible name for the baby?” “How’d he handle it when you told him no?” “He pouted. Like full on stomped his feet and pouted.” “He’s always been that way, when he gets told no he storms off and makes a big scene. It was more entertaining when he was a toddler though…” “I think that’s why he ate my last pickle…out of retaliation.” “Send him over here when he gets home from the store.” “Ohh gonna talk some sense into him uncle Wayne?” “Don’t worry about it sweetheart just send him over okay?” “Will do! Thanks for the pickles!” “Anytime.”

🖤 “She cried in the middle of the mini mart yesterday.” “Well yeah she’s growing a whole human she’s gonna be a little more…emotional than normal.” “It was because the polar bear on the holiday Coke display was wearing a turtle neck…” “Oh don’t go acting like you didn’t cry at the zoo when I told you it was time to go and you wanted to watch those damn otters swim around some more.” “That’s different I was like five!” “Just let her have her moments okay? She needs you to be supportive not making fun of her.” “I’d never make fun of her it’s just…sometimes she just cries out of no where and I don’t know what to do.” “You just let her cry and hold her hand and tell her it’s okay. That’s all she needs from you.” “Okay…I can do that.”

“What the hell are you doin?” “I’m hanging pictures up? Eddie isn’t here and it’s been driving me absolutely crazy seeing them just sitting here so I figured I’d do it myself.” “Get down…now please.” “It’s just a step stool uncle Wayne it’s perfectly safe.” “Darlin you can barley walk on a flat surface without falling so please…just take my hand and step down okay? I’ll hang the pictures up.” “You and Eddie really are related. He says the exact same thing.” “You know he’d be freaking out if he saw you up there.” “Yeah one time he came home and I was standing on a chair to put some mugs away and I thought he was going to have a heart attack.” “You’re too far along to be climbing onto things and sure as shit too pregnant to be standing on chairs okay? Just call me if he’s gone and you need something hung up or need me to grab a mug off the top shelf.” “Fine.” “Now don’t go giving me that sad little pout. I know you like to be independent but it’s for your own safety okay? You’ll be back to scaling the counters and climbing step stools before you know it.”

🖤 “it’s…uh it’s a girl. We are having a girl…” “congrats Eddie I know you wanted a little girl.” “I’m going to be a girl dad…with the dolls and the tea parties and all the pink glittery shit girls like….” “I mean not all girls are into that kinda stuff but yeah…you’re gonna be a dad to a little girl. How do you feel?” “Like I’m going to royally fuck it up but also I’m …excited? It’s weird.” “Eh all parents feel like they’re gonna mess it up but it’s a learning process. You’re gonna be fine son.” “You ready to have a little girl running around calling you grandpa?” “Shit no. But what about you? You ready to have a little girl running around calling you dad?” “Actually…yeah…I am.”

“Will you teach her how to fix cars?” “Sure. When she’s old enough to hold the flashlight.” “Eddie is trying to convince me the van is a perfectly reliable family van.” “It has no backseat…” “that’s what I told him but he said he’s gonna install some.” “Instal some seats? God he’s really lost it huh?” “I found a cheap little car that I love but figured I might see what you think about it before I even show it to him.” “Oh you want to tag team him is that it?” “Well he can’t tell us both no…” “that’s sneaky sweetheart, but I’ll do it because no way in hell am I letting my grand baby ride around in that damn van.” “

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[slippinninque]

how would Fontaine react to his girl’s’ pregnancy glow?

(So sorry this took so long, anon! I hope you like it!🥹💕)

Fontaine would be in awe, honestly. He'd wonder how it was possible for you to become even more gorgeous--but there you were. Being fine as hell as you hop-pulled into your jeans.

He would even swear that you smell different, too. Fontaine couldn't explain the smell, but expect to be cuddled close and enjoyed.

He would absolutely show you off. From his boys to strangers at the general store, Fontaine would walk with you and feel as if he won life's lottery.

When someone sees you and coo over your belly, Fontaine can be spotted grinning in 'yeah, that was me'.

Actually, fully expect to catch this man staring admiring you. Fontaine would embody "a moth to a flame" as he was even more helplessly drawn to you.

People often assume that he in wouldn't know shit, but he's thorough. Remembers every appointment and follow-up, he'd have his own questions ready to be asked alongside of your own. Yes, he reads the baby books.

Personally, he loved being asked about the pregnancy. "She's 'bout ___ weeks now. Little is hidin' in there, so we don't know just yet but my baby been eating a lot of spicy shit... y'all got them spicy pickles?"

Expect being given flowers and foot rubs. Even if you tell Fontaine nothing even aches yet, he insists that getting a head start wouldn't hurt.

You joke that the baby didn't even have all their toes yet but was already spoiled rotten.

When you two walk through the Glen, hand in hand, it's like seeing two suns walking. You wore your smile like a halo and Fontaine's grin was all golden rays.

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It's when you began to show, the roundness of your belly becoming more pronounced.

One evening, you were standing at the stove with one hand absentmindedly smoothing over your bump as you considered the chocolate-to-milk ratio for your hot chocolate.

Fontaine took in the new shape of you from where he sat at the small table across the room. He drank in your profile, your sweet face as plump and bewitching as the rest of you.

In the low light of the stove's over head light, Fontaine saw you as his entire world.

He knew you were scared. You were worried that you wouldn't be a good enough mother, or worse--you'll become like your own mother.

Fontaine was scared, too. He worried that the life would catch up to him, his darkness spreading to cover the growing stars of his life.

In this moment of seeing you and how you were braving this next chapter with him, he was resolute. He wouldn't let that happen.

Fontaine would do anything to ensure that you kept your brightness. Anything to keep the family you're giving him safe.

Unable to be away from you anymore, Fontaine rose and joined you at the stove. You aimed a meek little smile at him, somehow still unsure of your absolute beauty.

It didn't matter. He would remind you every moment, of every day if he had to. Fontaine kissed your lips, the tip of your nose, and beneath each eye. When you reached for him, he met your embrace and his eyes slipped close in bliss.

The two of you swayed together and soon he felt himself begin to glow as well.

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Thank you for reading!!!!! I appreciate the time you spent here! Tell me what you think, I know it was a little short but I hope the sweetness makes up for it! ✨💕💜

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[kdogreads]

Get In Line

Daryl x GN Reader Fluff/Angst

Era: Post-Wolves Attack Alexandria

Summary: Daryl and Y/N share an emotional moment outside their shared home.

Word count: 1150

TW: mentions of alcohol, cigarettes, mentions of death (nothing graphic), sad!Daryl

A/N: Soft!Daryl hurts my heart 🥺 I am rewatching and on Season 6, so early Alexandria Daryl is heavy on my mind lol. Thank you so much for reading! 💕

Daryl requests are open! Send me a message :)

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in my TWD fics! Thank you for reading.

More Daryl fluff here

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“Daryl? Ya out here?” You questioned, poking your head out of the front door to the home you shared with Carol and Daryl. The sun had set hours ago and the only light was a yellowish shade cast over your front porch by the streetlight.

A low grumble fills your ears coming from the darkened step down to the sidewalk. Daryl turns his body to face yours, a puff of smoke rolls off his lips and invades your senses.

“Hiya sunshine,” You began in a sing-song voice, eliciting an eye roll from Daryl as he drew the last pull off of his cigarette before putting it out on the concrete, “You better not leave that on my sidewalk.”

“‘S my sidewalk, too, no?” He teased in his typical southern drawl.

You raised an eyebrow at him and he raised his hands in surrender while he plucked the remains into the small ashtray by the steps you’d left there for him. A small huff escaped his throat before he spoke again.

“Need somethin’, y/n?”

“I brought you more pickles to try. I think they’re finally ready.” You stuck the glass jar out in front of you and Daryl took it as a small curl formed in one corner of his lips.

You took a step forward to join him sitting on the step.

“I like those.” He replied with a grateful nod.

“Why do you think I keep making them?” A sweet smile spread across your face.

“Thanks,” Daryl huffed, placing a hand on your knee for a quick moment before shifting both of his elbows onto his knees.

He held his head in his hands for a beat before lifting it up again to give you a squinted glance.

You looked back at him with a small smile for a long while before both of your glares turned back to the quiet street. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes until Daryl pulled the pack of scavenged cigarettes back out of his pocket and carefully lit one up. He took a long draw, let the smoke roll off his lips, and extended his hand towards you.

Before the world turned, you only ever smoked when you drank; guilty habit. Tonight you weren’t drinking, but Daryl’s offering served as his way to let you into his little world, and you were happy to join him.

You coughed a little as you exhaled and Daryl let out a low laugh.

“Didn’ think ya smoked,” He teased, placing a hand on your back and giving you a soft pat.

“Not for a long time,” You responded through a laugh, “And usually only when I was trashed. That shit’ll kill you, you know?”

Daryl huffed through his nose, “Get in line.”

You raised your eyebrows and nodded in agreement, laughing quietly.

Your thoughts wandered as you sat in the cool air with the archer. You looked at his weathered features - sun-darkened skin surrounded the last yellow-ish spots around his previously blackened right eye, messy chestnut hair clouding your view of the deep lines of his forehead, undoubtedly caused by the stress of the last few years.

Without realizing it, you reached your hand out to brush the stray hairs from his face. Your chilled fingers seared into his naturally warm skin.

He turned to face you with furled brows, anxiously shifting under your touch. You pressed your index finger between his eyebrows, smoothing over each of them to release the tension in his facial muscles. Daryl let his eyes fall shut under your careful fingers, now relaxing slightly into your touch.

“You have to stop blaming yourself,” You sighed and let your hand land softly on the warm skin just under his ear, “You know it’s not your fault, right?”

He scoffed and snapped his eyes open.

“None of it - the prison, Hershel, Beth, Ty,” You raised your other hand to his strong bicep, “None of it, Daryl.”

“Don’t,” He jerks away from your touch, “Just don’t, y/n.”

“Daryl,” You reached out for him, but he jumped up and took a few steps away from you.

“No, I don’ — I can’t.” He growled, pacing back and forth in front of you, “I shouldna’ stopped lookin’ for the Governor. I shoulda got ta’ Beth ‘fore — Tyreese kept Judith alive,” His hands stab into the air with each thought,” Tha’ herd was followin’ us and I just let ‘em head for home — all them people dead ‘cause I couldn’t stop those bastards. I just — I…” He finally paused long enough for you to see the tears threatening to burn down his face.

You shot up and crossed the short distance between you in one large step. Your arms snaked under his before he could continue, or protest. Squeezing his large body against your smaller one, you felt his breath catch in his throat. His chest shuddered in your grasp as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you further into him.

You hold tightly onto him for another few moments, feeling his hot tears soaking through your shirt as his head laid onto your shoulder. He pressed his face against the crook of your neck before taking a deep breath and lifting his face to meet yours.

“You can’t fix everything, Daryl,” You slipped your hands up to hold either side of his face, “You do everything for us.”

“Ain’t enough,” He whispered, barely audible even to you, eyes falling back down to the ground.

“It is,” You lifted his chin so his eyes had to meet yours again, “It is enough.”

He just looks at you through swollen lids, his hurt expression not changing.

“You gotta let go of that guilt, honey,” You rub your thumb gently across his cheek, “It’ll kill you.”

“Have ta’ get in line, hm?” He teased, the brief moment of vulnerability having come and gone in an instance.

You smiled knowingly up at him, his posture having returned to normal, but his arms stayed wrapped tightly around your body.

“Should we go inside and try those pickles?” You slid your arms up again to snake around his neck.

“C’mon,” He nodded and turned his body, one arm still holding you close to him as he took a step towards the house. He stopped only to grab the small glass jar on the step.

The two of you walked into your shared home, Daryl’s hand never leaving your lower back. You settled comfortably onto your oversized chair together, your legs draped lazily over Daryl’s while one of his arms wrapped around you. A small oil lamp alight in the corner dimly lit your faces while you shared a tangy pickle spear.

“Mm,” Daryl growled, “Ya gotta keep makin’ these.”

“Anything you want, sunshine,” You whispered back to him with a smile, tucking your head into his shoulder to fade contentedly into a quiet night.

#daryl imagines #daryl dixon #daryl dixon imagine #daryl x you #daryl fanfiction #daryl x y/n #twd daryl #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fluff #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon x you #daryl angst #daryl dixon angst #daryl fluff #twd imagine #kdogreads

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hey, since i saw your requests were open again, i was wondering if i could make a request based on a previous one you already did?

it's the "x character with gentle giant farmer", but with other marriage candidates: could you make one for more RSV/SDV bachelorettes, those being Blair, Irene, Corine, Haley and Abigail? totally okay if not!!

thank you, take care!!

Sure thing, dear anon 😊 Thank you for your ask and have a great day as well 🫰💕

Abigail, Haley, Irene, Blair and Corine with the Gentle giant!Farmer:

Haley:

Haley may not say it out loud, but her rosy cheeks give her away. "They're huge...."

To be honest, Haley was afraid of them at first, so she tried to avoid them.

Who'd have thought Farmer had a heart of gold and will become her partner beloved lover?

In a romantic relationship with Farmer, she feels like a princess.

Her gentle giant is so caring, hardworking, and kind, and- *hee hee* Haley's "naughty spoilt brat" sugar wrap melted instantly.

They will always help her open jars! So strong!

Never forgetting to praise Farmer and brag to her friends about how perfect her partner is at everything.

Abigail:

Farmer and Abigail are basically a power couple.

Constant forays into the Mine have become routine, because Abigail knows her giant partner will always protect her. But also, the amethyst lover is very fond of their tender side.

She can't help but awe when her partner plays with the little chickens.

Piggyback, piggyback, piggyback!

Loves her partner's strong yet cosy embrace. If it were Abigail's will - she would cuddle with them all day long, because it feels so good and she feels loved and safe.

Even if her partner is a giant, she would defend Farmer with all her fury if someone dared to insult them.

Blair:

"Wow, they have such big-" Blair, please. "So big-" Blair, I swear to Yoba- "So-" Blair! "... big hands~" That woman, I swear...

Loves to hide behind Farmer's huge back to scare their interlocutor.

Formidable on the outside, but a real sweetheart on the inside! Farmer is Blair's love at first sight.

She has a hard time hauling a big catch of fish to home? Farmer can carry both the fish and her (and even has time to buy her favourite meringue at Pika's).

Loved sitting on their shoulders to get a good look at the concert performance at the Ridgeside Village event.

Irene:

*Squeak* every time Irene's gentle giant takes her in their arms.

*Squeak* every time Farmer's huge shadow falls over her.

*Squeak* every time they help her carry heavy bags of groceries to Amethyne Manor.

But all these squeaks are because she's in awe of her strong and kind giant Farmer, not because she's scared.

Irene is constantly spoiling them with delicious meals, insisting that they need to eat well to stay as big and strong as they are.

Oh Yoba, Farmer is so cute playing with the kids and farm animals! *Squeak!*

Corine:

Even though her beloved and gentle Farmer looks outwardly formidable and is quite capable of taking care of herself, Corine will still protect them if anything.

She radiates "Excuse me, they asked for no pickles" energy.

Very surprised at those who were frightened of Farmer? "They're a real sweetheart, won't hurt a fly!"

At first grumbled at her father because he didn't trust the Farmer, as being huge, they were intimidating.

Now she grumbles at her father who "is now confident that his daughter is safe with them." Hey, Corine can take care of herself!

(Though always happy for the care of her gentle giant Farmer).

#stardew valley #sdv #rsv #ridgeside village #sdv mods #thanks for the ask! #sdv haley #sdv abigail #rsv irene #rsv corine #rsv blair #rsv headcanons #sdv headcanons

[kagoutiss]

What kind of food would your ganondorf like? Like is he a sweet tooth? A pickles girl? I’m cooking in TOTK and also full of ganondorf brain rot

a pickles girl….. 😭😭😭💕 hmmm maybe this is a bit boring or too specific, but i do have a hc that he really likes apples/apple-related things? and i also think he’s a wine mom as i’ve said before (he would also probably really like cider too…applewine……). i think sometimes if sheik has to ask him for something/put him in a good mood for whatever reason, she will literally bring him like a bag of apples and/or some wine, and that basically always makes him friendlier, and he always accepts food & drink because his triforce makes it so that he’s almost always hungry & thirsty (because it gives him this frighteningly fast metabolism because his wounds can heal in minutes/seconds and he has unnatural amounts of strength so he has this bottomless appetite, anyway). so sheik will follow that up by asking for information or some kind of favor while he’s just crunching thru whole apples in 2-3 bites and usually he’s like ‘yeah sure that’s fine. fine by me’

and i like the idea that apples are one of his fav foods in general because 1) they’re a really common fruit in hyrule (that he also saw as kind of a luxury in his youth), and 2) before he came to power and was running himself ragged serving the king of hyrule + trying to bring things home to gerudo valley + trying to get the spiritual stones + hardly eating, he would usually be able to snack on wild apples here & there when he was really really hungry (often sharing them with his horse ❤️). even if the apples on the lower branches of the trees were picked clean, he’s the biggest person ever, so he could still always reach the best apples on the higher branches :-) and I do think the thought of apples probably would have made him feel a little sick for a while after subsisting off of them for so long, but i think he’d start craving them again really badly after getting the triforce of power and his appetite goes thru the roof

aside from that, i also think he could put together a LEGENDARY charcuterie board??? like i think ganondorf could make a charcuterie board so pretentious and expensive and gorgeous and varied-yet-cohesive that it would knock anybody’s fucking socks off

#ask #txt #ganondorf #sheik #undercover sheik au #i could probably go on about other foodstuffs all day #ganondorf’s fav foods is something i’m gonna be thinkin about for a while

[yukuoo]

helloooo!! can I request some hcs of Kaji from salamoto days with a s/o that’s a rlly chill extrovert? 💕🫶

𝙸'𝙼 𝚂𝙾 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈 𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝙾 𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚈!! 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚑𝚎 :𝟹 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛! 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎

Before you guys started dating and he had a crush on you, he couldn't even look at you in the eye tbh

He thought you were cool! (Still does) but he regularly wonders if you would have more friends if you were stuck with him

When you first talked to him he almost shit his pants cause he didn't know what to say

You had to make the first move cause he sure as hell wasn't.

Whenever you guys are at parties or smth, he's always by your side.

You two are the definition of that one meme with the pickles.

"Excuse me, he said no pickles"

"[Name]... It's okay."

You would never let that slide

You can tell what he's thinking considering he will stay quiet most of the time. Especially if something bothers him.

You never pressure him to do anything, sure you give him a slight push for him to do things himself but nothing too serious and he's grateful you don't.

You order for him in restaurants.

He regularly over thinks if he's not good enough for you and you need to have a better boyfriend than him considering you know more people who are just as talkative as you. You have to reassure him a lot, doesn't bother you though.

He also regularly listens to your rambles and current hyper fixations when you're with your friends (and you made him tag along)

^ you also make him hang out with you and your friends A LOT

#sakamoto days x reader #sakamoto days #kaji x reader #Joichiro Kaji #Joichiro Kaji Sakamoto days

[maxphilippa]

"Pickle knife and mic havin a moment to themselve until all of a sudden...

*the sound of running* SNATCH

Knife:hey give her back twerp!!!

Heart locket:nope you gotta catch me first!!!

Mic and pickle:...?!?!

Funny scenerio i thought of last night :)"

Max edit: SO TRUE SO TRUE SO TRUE THIS IS CANON THIS HAPPENED JSIWIEUTUYUTKGUHK I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AWEWWEWEEWE

mx. steal your girl /j

AKAAAAAAAAA THIS IS SO PRETTY AAAAAAAAA 💕💕💕💕😭💕💕💕💕

#submission #art #artists on tumblr #osc #ii microphone #ii pickle #ii knife #ii knicropick #aka's art

[make-your-own-evil]

May I please request hcs for BTAS Harley Quinn with an introverted s/o?

you may 😌✨

note: feel free to reblog! just give credit where credit is due :)

BTAS!Harley Quinn x Introverted!S/O

the "excuse me? they asked for no pickles 🤨" girlfriend

your personal guard dog! if youre not assertive she will be (maybe a little too assertive?)

perhaps not the best girlfriend to have if you get embarrassed easily in public?

if youre an introvert and youre okay with attention being on you then perfect!

shes not going to "tone down" for anybody. she is an extrovert and every extrovert has an introvert that theyve "adopted" (psst thats you)

harley is going to try to make friends with everyone. thats probably how you met. maybe you two kept bumping into each other and she kind of stuck around?

ivy certainly likes you better than the last s/o harley had so hey thats a plus

harley is going to protect her little introverted s/o from the whole "mister j" scene. he has a tendency to crawl back out of the woodwork when he has a plan, needs laundry done, wants a punching bag and shes having none of it

that doesnt mean youre safe from clownery! she causes enough mischief for two and she will make sure that all of gotham knows how much she cares for you

she can talk for two as well. she will tell you about her latest scheme, rogue drama, great places to eat, a cute dog she saw today...

as wild as she is i truly think that she will respect your wishes for privacy if thats something you want

do you not want your face on the news next to hers? thats okay! you dont really like speaking in large groups of people? she can talk on your behalf! someone has something to say about you being "weak" or a "pushover"? they are no longer breathing 💕

whether youre introverted or not i do think she would be fiercely protective of you

if you can deal with her antics, possibly being targeted by the joker, patching her up after fights and visiting her in arkham then she really would be the best girlfriend ever 🥰

#harley quinn #harleen quinzel #harley quinn x reader #harley quinn x s/o #btas harley quinn #btas harley quinn x reader #btas harley quinn x s/o #introverted s/o #harley quinn headcanons #harley quinn headcanon

[boopshoops]

just a random question tbh since I am literally in love how you made ur character, but do you ship your yuu with anyone?

NFNDDJDK THANK YOU!!!

Honestly, it is something I've been contemplating for awhile now. There are a few individuals/characters that I think she would have a REALLY fun dynamic with, though I am incredibly biased for toxic x toxic somehow equals healthy LMAO. Like "oh hon? You're going out to commit warcrimes again today and manipulating the masses? Oh, alright! Mua mua ily come back safe."

Two negatives cancel out and make a positive ig? LOL, my Yuu isn't the type to gaslight gatekeep manipulate her lover anyway.

Here are some ideas I've had so far though:

Azul: Enemies > rivals > friends > lovers. They both scheme. They both scheme so much. To the point where it is almost like she'd WILLINGLY go and barter regarding deals, only to deadass get nowhere hours later.

Idia: "EXCUSE ME, HE ASKED FOR NO PICKLES" it gives roger rabbit and jessica rabbit. I haven't thought too much about it outside that OoPSY

Malleus: Needs entertainment x entertaining KFNDN. Just. Infodumping for hours about interests, and introducing him to the more cursed side of internet culture. Like just badly explaining slang so dragon boy uses it wrong LOL. Mayhaps she did that on purpose, mayhaps not.

Jade: Similar to Malleus and Azul??? Though she has very similar tactics when it comes to gathering information, getting what she wants, and hiding her true intentions behind a fake smile. I'm really not quite sure about this one, but it is on my mind lately.

Tbh most of these could also be platonic and that is what I'm mostly focused on atm, but I do want to involve romance more in TCOAV as time goes on!

Yuu does also exist in other AUs of original worlds me and my partner have created, given she's existed for awhile before TWST was made, and she's incredibly biased towards those who tolerate her teasing n bullshit, given its her flawed way of showing affection. (She is shipped with one of my partners OCs there :D) (I'm an AU fanatic)

I hope this answered the question JFNDNDJ 💕💕💕 ik I'm a tad scattered regarding this

#tcoav #boopshoopsramblings #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #yuu shi

[miriena]

Your incubus pickles is 😘 *chef’s kiss*

Also I love how you draw his body. The fact that you gave him a belly

I am frothing at the mouth

All this love for the way I draw his body means a lot to me, so thank you!! I model him off of my own body because I'm a filthy Pickles kinnie so it does give me the warm and fuzzies to see that y'all like his tummy so much 🥺💕

Cheers!💜

#my art #birb talks #metalocalypse

[harlowcomehome]

“Pregnancy symptoms.”

A/N: How you found out you were pregnant with Hazel! 🥰 I’ve got this request a few times and I’m glad to finally have written it! Enjoy. 💕

You and Jack had been seriously discussing having a baby for the last year or so, you knew that after you got married you wanted to start trying to grow your family almost immediately, especially because the two of you had already been together so long. 

You have been trying to conceive for the last three months, neither one of you really paying any attention to a timeline, when it was meant to be it would happen. That’s the mindset the two of you had anyway. You didn’t mind the work you had to put in, of course.

The symptoms started off light, the two of you not really noticing much. You had been exhausted, constantly taking naps when you could. Jack would often find you asleep when he was done recording in the home studio. He thought maybe you were coming down with a cold or something, so he let you sleep. Eventually your nipples became super sore, they were very tender and you begged Jack to avoid them during sex, which wasn’t like you. He apologized to you thinking maybe he had been too rough last time. “No baby, I don’t think it’s you. They hurt like under my armpits, it’s hard to explain” you shrugged.

The next day you woke up extremely nauseous, you didn’t throw up but you really thought you were going to. Jack woke up and you weren’t beside him, he panicked as he heard you coughing in the bathroom.

“Baby?” He knocked on the door lightly.

“You can come in” you said defeatedly.

You were absolutely miserable and he could tell. “Did you throw up?” He went to rub the small of your back. “No but I feel like I’m going to” you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Oh baby, I know how much you hate throwing up” he sighed. “Do you need anything?”

“Do you have gum?”

He looked at you confused. “Mint gum helps with nausea” you smiled and he laughed “I thought you were trying to say something.”

“Now you know I’d be real about that” you laughed and he did too.

“It’s fine, I’m just going to try and sleep this off” you sighed and he gave you a kiss. “Let me know if you need anything, I’ll be in the home studio. Just call me” he smiled giving you another kiss as you got into bed.

You only got about an hour of sleep when you were woken up by the sudden growl of your stomach. You got out of bed and started to look in the fridge but nothing looked or sounded good to you.

You called Jack on the phone and asked him to come to the kitchen.

“Hungry?” He asked as he walked over to you.

You ignored him and asked “Do we have pickles? Or did you eat them all?”

“Pickles?” His face was contorted, looking at you with his eye brows furrowed. “You hate pickles though?”

His eyes got wide and he ran out of the room, you were confused by his response.

He came back holding a box of pregnancy tests “baby, I think you should probably take one of these.”

Your eyes got wide, as you thought about the last few days “oh shit, I think so too.”

The wait for the results felt like an eternity.

“Now I know why you were sleeping so much” he was grinning from ear to ear, seeing him so happy made you happy too. “You really think it’ll be positive?” You we’re nervous, chewing on your bottom lip as a nervous tic.

“Why else would you crave pickles? You’ve hate pickles ever since I met you” he laughed and you did too “I like how that’s what made us realize I could be pregnant” you snorted.

The timer you set went off and the two of you made eye contact. “Can you look? I’m scared.”

Jack nodded picking up the pregnancy test. You could tell by his reaction that it was positive. He turned to you, tears in his eyes and he nodded, not able to find the words.

You gave him a big hug and he pulled back to give you a kiss. You wiped his tears “awww baby.”

He blushed “this is all I’ve ever wanted.”

“This is all we’ve ever wanted” you corrected him, giving him another kiss.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #dad!jack

[polyklok]

Hello again, i love all your work!!! 💕💕

I was curious of your opinion about skwickles and if you have headcanons for them? (≧∀≦*)

Well, firstly, I’m all for every single inter-Dethklok ship and I don’t think I really hate any of the ‘mainstream’ ships for the show in general. The only exception to this is maybe Natgail but I think that’s cause Abigail has 0 appeal to me the writers did her so dirty. So you can bet your ass that I love Skwickles even I can’t pronounce it for shit.

I think they would first get together in Dethklok’s early days, five boys squeezed together in a small apartment and making music. Skwisgaar and Pickles shared a room, Skwisgaar having a futon floor mattress shoved in one corner and Pickles having a bundle of clothes, blankets, and a single pillow that he often just fell into in the other. Pickles, a washed up glamrock star, and Skwisgaar, a mysterious guitarist that hardly spoke any English.

Out of anybody in the band, they had the highest sex drives and most flexible sexualities. Pickles was charming and scrappy, Skwisgaar was seductive and passionate. They just sort of fell into each other…on several occasions. It became routine for Skwisgaar to pluck mindlessly as his guitar while Pickles did a horrid job of explaining the English language and then fucking each other to sleep.

Even as Dethklok rapidly grew in popularity and hoards of groupies were throwing themselves at them; the two grew apart a bit sexually but ultimately had a stronger relationship.

With their consistent drunkenness, shameless horniness, and pure audacity, it’s not uncommon for all the members of Dethklok to occasionally get frisky with each other simply for ‘convenience’. There was an unspoken rule to do the deed and then never speak of it again. But with Pickles and Skwisgaar, they often didn’t seem uncomfortable by their experience with messing around, even teasing each other with tones that were oh-so-slightly flirty.

I’ll say that, for the sake of these headcanons, they have a complicated friends-with-benefits relationship rather than an official one. It’s not gay if it’s your band mate, am I right?

Skwisgaar is a perfectionist and has some workaholic tendencies. He’ll shred and shred at his guitar until it sounds just right to his ears, even if his hands ache and his fingertips bleed. He relies on Pickles to tear him away from his guitar, even for just a few minutes to take care of his hands or clear his head. Skwisgaar will complain and whine, but he really does appreciate it in the long term.

Similarly, Pickles parties way too hard way too regularly. I mean, Dethklok are all kinda like that, but Pickles is on another level. Skwisgaar is often the one to sober Pickles up or take care of his brutal hangovers. He’ll lightly complain but they both ultimately know how sweet he’s being.

Pickles has to regularly fight off Skwisgaar from cleaning his hair. He likes his disgusting, filthy, stinky dreads!

I imagine them both be kind of crybabies, so they often sit in a dark room together, share a blunt, listen to some music, and just…cry. They’ve agreed to not speak of it to anyone.

Also, yeah, they share a whole lot of weed together and Pickles was the one who got Skwisgaar onto it in the first place.

Skwisgaar will very occasionally let Pickles do his makeup. In exchange, Pickles has to let Skwisgaar pick out a nice outfit for him. They act like they hate it but it’s one of their favorite bonding activities.

I don’t have much else. I’ve waited a couple days to let inspiration flow but my brain is giving me almost nothing. I might update this later if I come up with more. Thanks for the ask!

#dethklok #metalocalypse #polyklok is real #dethklok headcanon #metalocaypse headcanon #skwisgaar skwigelf #pickles the drummer #request filled #metalocalypse skwisgaar #metalocalypse pickles #that first bit is more narrative than I intended