#will dempsey x reader

[spicyllewyn]

Kinktober 5. - Pregnant / lactation.

Will Dempsey x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Pregnancy + lactation. (+18)

As you all know I hate Will for no real reason, this is my peace offering to a fictional character, lol.

Word count. 2K

Summary. You love babying him.

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Pregnancy was becoming unbearable at times; you felt heavy, your feet ached even after just a few steps around the house, and sleeping at night was turning into a daily battle. Fortunately, there was no doubt in your mind that you had chosen the right life partner.

The only thing keeping you sane right now was Will and how he went out of his way to make you happy and make this whole thing more bearable.

You always joked with him, saying that anyway, all of this was his fault, so the least he could do for you was to fulfill your cravings and massage your shoulders until you fell asleep.

Oh, and that pillow with a hole in the center that allowed you to lie face down.

"I miss my pillow," you murmured in a low tone as you remembered it. You closed the door behind you slowly.

Will's room was just as he had left it several years ago when he left home for college, where he met you. Nonetheless, you wandered around with curiosity, looking at his movie posters that perhaps only he had seen, and the occasional Lego figure that you doubted he would let his future child touch someday.

"I told you we could come up with some excuse."

"Every time you suggest we make up an excuse, it has to do with pretending that one of us died," you rolled your eyes. "Your parents are not believing it for more than two times in a row." When you had 4 walls around you for privacy, your hands went to the hem of your shirt, getting rid of it, clearly tired of wearing any type of clothing.

Will watched you from the bed, as if you were giving him a personal show. His eyes roaming over your bare skin, always lingering a few extra seconds on your breasts before looking up again and pretending that the lack of sex wasn't killing him.

You were both too introverted to simply ask at gynecologist appointments, “Hey, is it wise to have uncontrolled sex against some furniture at this point in pregnancy?” so you just assumed the answer was no.

“Did you do something to your hair?”

You frowned at his question.

"What?"

“I'm serious, I notice something different about you.”

One of his pillows landed right in his face, making him laugh. You already knew that joke too well.

“Yes, idiot, I'm pregnant.” The mattress squeaked as you lay down, only wearing your loose pants and the sports bra that had become your best friend a few days ago because it turns out that your normal bras decided they didn't want to close anymore eventually.

That was the only piece of fabric that kept your tits in place, tight and comfortable. It was also a headache for Will.

The changes that pregnancy had made in your body never ceased to amaze him even though he had analyzed each one for hours as the months passed. There was the obvious, that completely new sparkle in your eyes, your cheeks flushed 24/7 and your skin seemed to be glowing more than ever.

But on the other hand there were the things that made him fantasize about the nights he stayed on the couch fucking his own hand to try to control the impulses that attacked him more times than he would like lately. Your hips became wider, your thighs were softer but oh, his favorite part was definitely your breasts.

Round, full, hard, delicious.

You were complaining about pain recently and he didn't know if that was a sign that he should help you in some way or just not touch you and wait patiently for the pain to go away in a few weeks when the baby was born.

“Did you know…” He murmured, taking his eyes off his phone for a few seconds to look at you. You did the same.

Lying together to chat or just watch stupid videos on your phones had become routine when the pain in your back kept you from sleeping or when you took too many naps throughout the day and all your energy was reserved for the night.

Yes, Will stayed up with you each and every one of those times.

"Did I know what?"

“Did you know that there are freaks who like milk?”

You frowned.

“I like milk, what's so strange about it?”

He rolled his eyes with a small smile.

“Breast milk, I mean.”

“Oh…” Needless to say, you already knew that the father of your future baby was… peculiar. He had perfectly mastered the act of bringing up the strangest topics of conversation lately. You shrugged. “It doesn't seem that strange to me.”

"No?" If your gaze hadn't returned to your phone you would have noticed the mischievous glint on his eyes.

You had taken the bait.

“No, I mean.” There you went, to reason with the madman, always engrossed in his midnight talks. “You used to suck on my boobs all the time, do you mean you wouldn't do it anymore if there was milk involved? Not to mention that you are addicted to eating me out, it wouldn't be the first time you drink some liquid from my body.”

“Mhm.” He pretended to consider your response before nodding slowly, agreeing with you. The truth is that Will had considered the possibility since he had noticed the circular stains that suddenly began to appear on your shirts. “You have a point.”

"See?" You felt triumphant to think that you had changed his way of thinking. Your gaze returned to your phone and you took the topic for granted.

“Though I don't understand how anyone could be sexually attracted to that.”

You looked up again.

“Are you kidding?”

“Of course not, don't you think it's strange?”

You rolled your eyes, finally lowering your phone and placing it on the cabinet next to you so you could face him.

"Do you want to try?"

"What?" He played dumb and you fell into his trap again.

"Do you want to try? I will show you that there is nothing strange about it.”

He again pretended to consider your proposal and with his lower lip trapped between his teeth he nodded slowly.

"Good." He also put his phone aside, sitting up in bed as if considering which position was best to settle into. His pupils dilated when he saw you take off your top.

He had been trying for a long time not to stare at your completely naked breasts or else we wasn't going to be able to control himself anymore. Your nipples were always hard, occasionally with a drop or two of milk running through them, so sensitive and delicious.

You looked at him, clearing your throat to get his attention.

"Take off your shirt." Your voice sounded like an order.

He obediently did so. His tanned skin making your mouth water and making your cheeks blush even more than usual. You were a hormonal mess a long time ago.

“How should I…?”

“Just lay your head here.” You pointed to the hill where your pregnant belly began, just below your breasts.

“But, I don't want to hurt-”

“You're not going to hurt me, Will.” Your voice came out in frustration as you gave two small taps to the area you had pointed out before. He hesitated a little before taking his place there, the weight of his head and part of his body was not uncomfortable, on the contrary, his body heat felt stupidly good.

Skin to skin contact was something you wouldn't trade for a million dollars.

“You look so pretty like this.” You whispered in a low, loving voice. A dopey smile on your face when you had the chance to see him from a completely new angle.

His huge eyes were fixed on you, he had to look up so he could fix his gaze on you while you looked down. Your fingers gently ran through his hair, a while ago you had noticed that his curls became more noticeable when his hair was a little longer than usual.

“Go on.” You cooed while he licked his lips.

You didn't have to ask twice, Will settled into his spot and took part of your breast into his mouth, pressing his tongue against your hard, sensitive nipple.

A shiver ran down your spine, resulting in a wave of pleasure directly between your legs. A delicious heat pooling on your lower abdomen.

He for his part moaned against your skin. You tasted so sweet.

“T-That's it.” You encouraged him with blushing cheeks. “Just like that, baby.”

It didn't take him long to pick up the pace he wanted, you could hear him gulp and suck, over and over again while your trembling hands ran through his hair slowly, comforting him.

You knew how much he was enjoying it when you saw him close his eyes. A couple of drops running down the edge of his lips.

“You taste so fucking good.” It was the only thing he stammered before going back to his job. He rested the weight of his body on you a little more and you didn't complain, you missed having him on you so much, caging you against any surface that he found and his body.

He raised a hand, his fingers squeezing your breast as if he wanted to squeeze out every last drop. His cock twitched under his baggy pants and you at the same time squeezed your legs together, your slick already making your underwear wet and sticky.

“Do you like it, baby?” Your voice was breathy.

It was incredible how your bodies began to react as if you were a pair of desperate teenagers, seeking relief in any friction you might have with each other.

“Help me with t-the other one, yeah? Please?" You begged when you could finally feel some kind of relief on your tit, it was no longer hard and swollen. All this time you had only needed this? If you had known before.

He looked up with dilated pupils, licking his lips with heavy breathing.

"Please." You whispered once more, your fingers giving his hair a light tug that snapped him out of the spell you seemed to have placed on him with just a few gulps of warm milk.

You gave him a push with your hand and he obeyed, tracing exactly four circles around your right nipple before leaning down again and taking it into his mouth. Now that he was almost face down to reach the other side his hips began a slow rocking motion against the bed.

You, meanwhile, squeezed your legs together, your soft thighs giving you a bit of relief that made you whimper.

“Such a good boy.” You closed your eyes, your chest rising and falling rapidly, finding it impossible to calm the rhythm of your breathing. Eventually you understood that it wasn't just the sensitivity of your body, it was the situation.

Your sweet voice praising him, listening to the way he swallowed and the way he whimpered desperately just from the pleasure that sucking on your tit gave him.

You were no longer hiding the clumsy movements of your hips, nor was he the way he pretended to be fucking the mattress. His sensitive cock throbing every time he rubbed against his favorite blanket.

The friction was giving delicious warmth to his needy erection and your milk was doing the same to his entire body. Warm and delicious running through his throat.

Your thrusts were making the mattress creak under your bodies although you didn't last more than a couple of seconds longer. Abstinence was your best excuse to explain why something like this had led you to have one of the most delicious orgasms of your entire relationship.

It was definitely not what you had done per se, right?

When he pushed himself up so he could kiss you you could taste the milk and his saliva combined. You understood well why the taste had driven him crazy.

“See?” You whispered against his lips. “Not weird at all.”

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[god-complex-12]

Tristful

— Paring; Will Dempsey x male reader. Fandom; Life Itself

Tristful [ trist-fuhl ]: (adj.) full of sadness; sorrowful

Quote; “6.9, why that number? Are you trying to be clever?”

Description; Will’s sulking on a bus stop bench and suddenly someone interesting sits next to him and brightens up a little more than just his day. Disclaimer; Liquor. Breaking down. Melancholy. Description of depression. Greif. Intoxication. Reader is a lawyer. Sadness? Angst? Immature jokes. Will sucks at flirting. No use of “Y/N”

Word Count: 1.4k

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Will sat at the bus stop bench. He has a brown bag with whatever cheap liquor he could get his hands on resting between his legs, his hand loosely wrapped around the neck on the bottle. His entire body leaning against the bus stop enclosure. The enclosure used to stop people from getting wet when it rains. He was already tipsy despite it being pretty early in the day. His eyes were tired and had a dead-like look in them.

A man sat next to him on the bench. Not so close to where they were touching, but the bench wasn’t that big so he wasn’t that far away from Will either. The man tugged his coat closed over his suit. He looked like a very well put together man, He dressed fancy. His hair was done. He crossed his leg over the other and gently bounced the one over the other as he waited.

The man’s appearance slightly shocked Will. He sat up a little straighter and moved the bottle of liquor to the other side of him, outside of the man’s view if he were to look over at Will. He momentarily forgot about his life and his disheveled appearance. He looked at the man. “Hey.” He could see his breath in the cold air and it made him feel like a giddy kid, thinking the smoke was cool.

He shook his head to get his head straight. “Are you waiting for the bus?” If he was sober, he would have slapped himself for the stupid question. He hated when people asked stupid obvious questions, yet here he was, at a bus stop, asking if this man was waiting for the bus.

The man could smell the alcohol off of Will, but said nothing about it. He didn’t think it was his business to point it out. “Yes, sir. I am,” He said, politely.

Will noticed that the man’s nose and ears were red from the cold air. He found it endearing for just a split second. He looked at the ground and he seemed like he was on the verge of just breaking down. Right then and there. He swallowed hard and spoke up again. “Where ya headed?”

The man smiled politely at Will. “Work.”

“Oh, what do you do for work?” Will seemed to take a little interest in what he had to say, wiping his eyes and putting a hand to his mouth as he covered it, trying his hardest not to sob.

"I have an office job." He said in a softer voice. He could tell Will was on the verge of tears. He didn't mention that, to avoid embarrassing him by chance, so he just spoke in a more gentle tone.

Will chuckled lightly. It was ironic that he had found himself in this circumstance, talking to someone so proper yet here he is. “What kind of office job? Accountant? Salesman?” Will tried his hardest to focus on the small talk with this proper man, rather than his life problems.

“I’m a lawyer.”

“Cool.” Will was starting to crack. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried so hard to hide his pain. His voice sounded shaky, even more so because he desperately tried to cover it up. His voice cracked as he barely managed to say more words. “I’m a screenwriter.”

The man looked at him with a shocked expression, his eyebrows raised in interest. “Really?”

The stranger’s interest seemed to be the only thing to keep Will from breaking. He managed to look up at him and meet his gaze. His eyes were red and puffy from all the sadness, but he was doing his best to look happy. He managed a small smile. “Yeah, I write scripts and such.”

“Scripts and such?” The man repeated with a chuckle. “Is that a job or a hobby?”

Will paused. “A- a hobby,” Will said in a shaky voice. He tried his best to sound confident but he was failing. He coughed a bit and then spoke once more. “What kind of lawyer are you? Corporate, criminal, business?” Will was desperately trying to focus on something other than his grief, anything to keep his mind off of the pain he felt deep inside his soul.

“Criminal.”

“What’s it like? Like what do you do? Go to court and represent people and try to get them either the worst or best outcome, or something like that?” Will asked. He was still trying to figure out what life was like past his own misery. He couldn’t imagine doing anything other than what he used to do before life got dark, before the storm clouds came and life felt like a hopeless cause.

“Yeah, something like that.” He said with a laugh.

“Wow, that’s gotta be stressful. I can’t even imagine. Do you like your job?” Will said with a blank expression.

The man paused. “Um, to- to an extent.”

“To an extent?” Will looked surprised. He looked like he was thinking about the possibility of having a job he didn’t like. “How much do you like it on a scale of — let's say -– 1 to 10?” He was curious.

“6.9.” He said rather quickly.

Will smirked at the number. “6.9, why that number? Are you trying to be clever?” He gave the stranger a playful wink as he let out a quick laugh.

The man chuckled in embarrassment. “No, no, that was unintentional.” He looked away.

Will let out a chuckle as his cheeks blushed. His eyes met the man’s and he had a warm smile as his eyes looked into the stranger’s. “Are you sure? I think it’s a pretty genius number, if I do say so myself.” He tilted his head to the side as he said this, his eyes twinkling and his cheeks blushed as the two men locked eyes. He was clearly flirting. He looked rather attractive as he did so, and was rather happy at this moment. He was distracted from his pain and grief.

Will was shocked with himself at this new act, but for some reason, he didn’t care. He hadn’t flirted with some since her, let alone has he flirted with a man who was a stranger— yet here he was.

The man laughed and covered his mouth. He was slightly disappointed in himself for laughing at such an immature joke, but something about the situation made him crack.

Will let out a genuine laugh. He liked that the stranger had a sense of humor. “I’m sure you love immature jokes.” He said in a flirtatious tone while glancing at the man’s lips. He was a hopeless flirt. He let out a playful laugh afterwards, his eyes twinkling as he did so. “So, do you just practice criminal or do you ever do family law or something like that?”

The man paused and looked at Will before falling into a pit of laughter. He covered his mouth and leaned forward, tears pricking his eyes as he found the situation funny. "Business, dirty joke, straight back to business."

Will’s laugh slowly came to an end. He wiped the tears from his eyes. Will took the time to collect himself, and after letting out one last chuckle, he spoke once more. “Are you always this friendly? Or am I just lucky enough that you sat next to me today?” He looked at the stranger with a wide grin. His eyes twinkled and his cheeks blushed as he said this. He couldn’t help but giggle at his own words. “That sounded pretty smooth, didn’t it?”

The man started laughing again and he leaned against the bench edge. "Stop, my stomach's starting to hurt.." The bus suddenly pulled up and the doors opened and the man stood. “I have to go. Thank you. This has been a nice addition to my day.”

Will sat up a little more. “No, not without giving me your number.”

The man paused and chuckled. He pulled out a business card and gave it to him. “Message me.” He said before stepping onto the bus.

Will stared at the business card, and— for once —he felt happy.

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[thesmuttyduchess]

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[alessiathepirate]

He might be a murderer but he'll never forget to feed your cat.

True husband material<3

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[littlenightma]

Hello. Could you write more about Sheriff Eric Newlon (if he's dark or yandere it would be great.) Your article about him was great.

Yandere!Eric Newlon Headcanons

• Eric comes off as a normal guy. Always has a smile on his face, greets everyone with warmth and is always there when someone needs him. His dazzling charm sucked you in. No one could have ever seen the darkness brewing beneath the surface of his nice guy facade.

• Eric thrives off of protecting you. He loves the way you curl into him with his coat wrapped around you as you two walk down the sidewalk or when you tighten your hold on his hand when you pass a group of unfamiliar people. You have no idea the lengths he would go to in order to keep you safe.

• No idea.

• And damn it what kind of man would he be if he allowed you to wander the world without him, alone, naive to the dangers that were lurking around every corner.

• Eric isn’t just in love with you. He’s obsessed with you. Everything about you Eric thinks about every waking hour of the day from your twinkling eyes, your gorgeous hair, down to your luscious body. He’s practically itching to get off his shift so he can drive home to find you curled up on the couch waiting for him.

• He has access to everyone’s files at the station, including yours. Especially yours. He keeps a copy locked in his desk drawer, tucked safe and sound, where he can pull it out whenever he wants to. All of the info he could ever want to know is right there within arm’s reach.

• He knew which cafés you preferred, which stores you liked shopping at, and where you got your car maintenaced. He knew everything about you before you even knew his name.

• You didn’t actually believe running into him as much as you did was all due to chance, did you? Silly one, you should know by now when it comes to Eric, nothing is ever just a coincidence.

• He pulls it out when he’s having a particularly bad day in order to run his thumb across the picture he took of you while you were out shopping with your friends. You’d stayed out longer than usual so he felt the need to check up on you and he got so enthralled by your beauty that he just had to snap a photo to remember the moment forever.

• You start noticing Eric’s paranoia emerge the longer you two are together and the more his feelings for you grow. At first, he comes as extremely protective, but then it progresses into something more darker, more…possessive.

• When he comes home to find you not there, he checks his phone. To his dismay there is no text and he becomes scared thinking that you were hurt. Call after call there is still no answer. Eric rarely shows himself so when you come home in the middle of his breakdown he is instantly in your face asking you question after question not letting you answer the first one. He chides you about not informing him of your whereabouts and berates you about who exactly you were with.

• You brush it off, believing it to be a symptom of being a cop for so long. You explain that you had to stay back at work to put finishing touches on a project and this seems to calm him some. He pulls you into a hug.

• “I’m sorry I acted like that, baby. I just get so scared when I don’t know where you are.”

• Puts a tracking app in your phone and on your car without you knowing. He can’t allow that to happen again. What if you had been hurt and what if he didn’t reach you in time? He can’t risk it.

• Black Friday shopping was always off limits to you, but when your friends invited you to go with last minute you decided to go. Eric had been constantly hovering and you yearned for space.

• What a stupid decision on your part.

• Eric is livid. He’s like a bull ready to charge as he’s driving out to find you. When he does, he is suspiciously calm. He asks you to come with him and you do and on the way home you apologize but he doesn’t say anything. His eyes are trained on the road. Inside the house though it’s like a matador had finally raised their red flag.

• He’s roaring. “I fucking told you not to be out on Black Friday! Why can’t you listen to me?! I’ve lost so much. So many people. I can’t lose you. I won’t lose you!”

• “Eric, you can’t expect me to stay home when everyone’s out shopping.”

• And then he snaps. He yanks your hair, his handsome face dangerously close to yours. “Don’t fucking do it again or I swear to God you’ll regret it.”

• And the worst part is that no one would ever believe that highly adorned and doting Eric Newlon would ever do something so horrible and so vicious.

• You’re stuck with no where to turn. If you leave, he’ll track you down with the plentiful resources he has at his disposal. You are trapped, forever his.

NSFW 18+

• You have pushed Eric past his limit. You are tied to the dining room table, legs spread and mouth gagged. He has presented you like an oven-baked turkey and he can’t wait to take a bite out of you. He runs his cock over your slick opening teasingly, preparing you to get basted by his cock.

• “You really don’t know what you do to me, do you? After everything I have done for you, all the love I have ever given and you still want to leave me.

• He thrusts exactly three times. “So. Very. Ungrateful.”

• You moan against your gag. Your body is betraying you. It accepts him with open arms, like he was meant to be inside you. You tried so hard to get away from him, but he always managed to reel you back in.

• Eric sees the turmoil on your face, sees the fight you’re having with yourself. With every snap of his hips he knows he’s closer to breaking you down and he’s desperate to do it.

• He pours cranberry sauce on your chest, letting it dye your chest maroon. He rubs the sticky liquid over your body and it looks like blood. Your blood.

• “I could fake your death so easily, you know. Then lock you up and keep you all to myself. No one would come looking for you. Or I could always find someone else who will appreciate my efforts.”

• You fight your binds, not liking that he was talking about someone else while he was rearranging your guts.

• “Ah, so you do care. What is it, dear? Want me all for yourself then?”

• Crawling on top of you, he unknots the gag and kneels over your face. He puts his cock to your mouth. “Why don’t you show me just how grateful you are.”

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[tangerinesgirl]

Turfucken

(gif credit to Sony Pictures on tenor. can someone please make some HD GIFs from this movie, I suck at making them 😭)

**SPOILERS FOR THANKSGIVING (2023)**

AFAB!Reader x Sheriff Eric Newlon

Word count: 1.1k

Rating: explicit, 18+, no minors

Warnings: smut, feeding/food play/sitophilia, pregnancy, cream pie, daddy kink, some silly jokes, age gap but reader is legal

Summary: Sheriff Newlon is preparing for the best Thanksgiving yet, you have other plans. Set after the Black Friday Massacre but before the Thanksgiving the following year. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

You were greeted by the smell of sage and onion, cranberries and roasted potatoes before you even walked through the door. Eric liked to be well prepared for Thanksgiving every year, his favourite holiday. This year he wanted it to be the best yet, he had all sorts of new recipes to try, and you weren’t complaining.

As you walked through the door and unwrapped your scarf you heard him summoning you in the kitchen “Babe! Come here, you have got to try this!”

You throw your keys in the ceramic pot with a satisfying clink as you walk into the kitchen. Eric was practically dancing around the kitchen; thanksgiving themed apron and oven mitts on, removing a pot of cranberry sauce off the stove. He removed his mitts and slammed them down on the counter, a very small act but he made it look so hot. His hair disheveled from the heat of the kitchen, he shook his head to remove the stray hair that landed on his forehead.

He grabbed a spoon from the drawer and dipped it into the sauce, he blew on it to cool it down and beckoned for you to try it with a raise of an eyebrow and a look down at the spoon. You take the utensil and lick it clean with a pop. It was unlike any cranberry sauce you have eaten. Usually no one bats an eyelid at the sauce at Thanksgiving dinner, it always tastes the same. But not this one, it was sweet and sour with the perfect amount of umami.

“Holy shit what did you put in it, crack?”, you say, immediately going in for seconds.

“Ah ah no double dipping! And yes I put cocaine in the sauce, pros of my job”. You were pretty sure he was joking, but it was hard to tell the past year, ever since the Black Friday Massacre he was like a totally different person, and you fell for him, hard. You fooled around a lot, but never anything more, but you liked to test the water occasionally, maybe today is one of those days. It was difficult for him to get over Amanda, which was totally valid to you, she was your friend too and you were in this revenge plot together. You knew his plans this year and you both want it to be perfect.

You both were quite the town gossip, people kind of knew something was going on between the two of you, but your age gap of 32 years was extreme for a lot of people. You were perfectly within legal age though, and it was none of their business. You couldn’t help but admit it was kind of a turn on for you though, being a slut, and for the soon to be serial killer. 

The kitchen counters are covered with food, with foil on the top to keep warm, you think he’s been cooking all day while you were at work. You sit down on the kitchen island and admire the sight of him dashing around the kitchen, making sure everything is turned off.

He reaches into a dish of roast potatoes with his hands and puts some stuffing and sauce on the top and holds it out to you. You go in for a bite but he pulls back and smirks. You drag him towards you with his apron, your legs spread embracing him and passionately kiss him, his stubble tickling your face.

He still has the potato in his hand and stuffs it into your mouth between kisses. You put on a show and moan while you eat the best roast potato of your life. You grab his wrist and lick his fingers clean, looking him dead in the eye as you do so. He watches you, deciding his next move.

He walks to the counter and uncovers a whole roast turkey from behind him. You walk over too and watch him carve it, he gives you the first piece. After you eat it, you pull on his hair and whisper in his ear, “I want you to stuff me like that turkey, put a baby in me, or two, just call me a turducken… well, more like a turfucken really”. He laughs, but you see his erection, clearly turned on by feeding you and enjoying yourself.

He suddenly snaps and slams you into the kitchen island, empty pans flying across the room. He kisses you wildly, his hands roaming your body frantically. You remove his apron and his trousers as he removes your underwear from under your dress. He grabs your hands around your back, making you turn around so you’re bending over the island.

He slams inside you, impatient, like a man starved. You moan at the sudden intrusion, he is larger than average and always hurts so good as he reaches to your cervix. He pulls on your hair and you arch your back as he thrusts into you manically, the B word clearly a turn on for him. You cling onto the side of the island for dear life.

He stops and turns you around, kissing and nibbling on your neck. He lifts you up and walks you to the dining room table, and puts you down, facing him. He strokes your belly gently and says, “when I’m finished with you, I want you to stay put and lift your hips up. I can’t wait for you to grow so large and make everyone think you’re pregnant with quadruplets, be the talk of the town and make people on the street talk shit about us. And when I catch them I’ll put them in their place, as I’m the fucking town Sheriff ”, you are taken aback at his commands but god it was so hot, and whisper a “yes daddy”.

"Good girl", he starts pushing inside you again, the table shaking with the weight. He leans on the wall behind you to go even deeper inside you. You’re both close, you could have come at his words alone, so it didn’t take much to send you over the edge. He stops and you keep him inside you, wrapping your legs around his waist. He moans and strains as he unloads inside you, you can feel him releasing stream after stream, there’s a lot and it takes a while for him to stop, some of it leaks onto the table. He gives you some to try on his fingers that still taste of cranberry sauce. He stays inside you a little bit after he finishes, stroking your belly and looking into your eyes. You move a bit further down the table so you can lift your hips quicker as he pulls out of you. He watches you lift your body, nods, and leaves. He comes back later with a towel, some water, and a plate of trimmings to share.

If this is the sex before the John Carver plan, you can't wait for what’s to come next.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Editors note: I was going to include a pigs in blanket joke at the end but it turns out that's only a British thing and not a Thanksgiving food?? You learn something new every day.

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[alexblakegf]

this picture makes me want to create a derek shepherd instagram au cause i feel like it’s just perfect

#greys anatomy #derek shepherd #derek shepherd x reader #patrick dempsey

[shelbgrey]

Hi! Don't know if you're taking requests but I read your Greys fic 'that's why i don't go to the gym' and was thinking of a sibling!Reader or spouse!Reader getting admitted for some sort of brain injury/ car crash and Derek finding out as he is their doctor.

If you're not taking request, feel free to ignore this! Have a great day!

Hope you like it. Thanks for the request buddie😊

The Ballad of jayne(Derek Shepherd)

Paring: Derek Shepherd x Wife!Reader

Summary: after an argument Derek's wife gets in a car crash due to a storm and drunk driver. Derek doesn't know he's her doctor till last minute.

Warnings: blood, language, car crashes. Not edited.

Greys MasterList

“She was always something special

Diamond shining bright in the rain

Everybody dreams of angels

No one would ever know

How much I love you so”

Looking back now you can't even remember what started the argument. All you could remember it involved the treatment of a patient. That didn't really matter now, during your break you clocked out and decided to drive home.

It was poring down rain, but that wasn't unusual in Seattle I'm used to driving in the rain but as drove down the street I felt uneasy. I didn't know if was the feeling of something bad was gonna happen or the pure anger and remorse of the things me and derek said to each other. We're not the type of couple to fight very often, but tonight was one of those nights.

My thoughts was suddenly interrupted by the brightness of a Stranger's headlights swerving left and right behind me. The lights danced behind me like crazy and shined in my review mirror. The car picked up speed making my stomach turn. I looked both ways and sped up into another laine.

“come, on” I whimpered as the car slid back my direction. I sped up a bit as horns honked at the car I was fighting to avoid. Suddenly the tiers screeched and slid it the side. I gasped as stomped on the brakes. The car flew forward and slid left right into my car.

My heart stopped as I felt my car fly and did a flip into a ditch on the side of the road. I gasped in pain then it all went black as my car landed upside down.

--------(3rd pov)--------

Ambulance sirens filled the area and cops flew to the seen. Y/n was in between concessions and could barely hold onto the seat of the car that was upside down. Tears and blood streamed down her face as her right leg and head throbbed.

“help me” she whimpered.

A young paramedic quickly ran to the car and knelt down to look in the window. “h-hay... Everything is gonna be okay”

“I want Derek” y/n cried out losing consciousness. Her mind went to Derek afraid of there last encounter would be a fight.

“where's Derek?” the paramedic reminded calm and gave her a reassuring smile. “well, we will take you to him, is he your husband?” he asked. She cried and nodded as the pain rised. The paramedic nodded “okay, but first we have to get you out" he carefully opened the driver side door.

“do you trust me?” y/n nodded as the tears got heavier. He smiled. "good.. I'm Tom" he quickly stood up and shouted for the other paramedics and a strecher.

“I'm gonna die” y/n cried. Tom shook his head. “no one is dying”

Y/n nodded still not fully convinced. As the sounds of equipment and metal being cut around her she thought realized how scared she was of dying. Her and her friends family had too many close calls. What if this was the end. She's was afraid of dying, afraid if anyone would care, afraid of leaving Derek and their twins behind.

I'm sorry Derek

It went black again as the firefighters successfully cut the car door off and the paramedics pulled her out to quickly stop the bleeding.

--------(Derek's pov)--------

“Hey, this is y/n I'm probably in surgery or sleeping.. Leave a message and I'll get back to you”

I sighed as I got her voice mail once again. She wasn't answering her phone or pages, which was usual. My chest tightened as I walked around her usual spots in the hospital and found nothing. On top of that no one has seen her since the hour before our argument.

Damn, I had no right to blow up on her. It was stupid. I deserve her silent treatment of whatever this was but now it was scaring the shit of me. I tried her cell once more but I got her voice mail again.

I shuttered as millions of sanaros(mostly negative) play in my head as I roamed the halls. I retraced mysteps until I came a crossed Meredith. Those two being sisters in all have been glued to the hip since intern year. If anyone knew anything it'll be her.

“Hey, Mer have you seeing your Sister?” Meredith looked up from her chart and gave me a concerned look at.

“I figured she'd be with you?” I shook my head with regret. If I didn't yell at her she'd be here I thought.

“maybe she's getting the twins” Mer suggests. I shook my head no. I had already checked there. Before she could suggest anything else Meredith's pager went off. She looked down and saw it was a 911

“crap, I got to go” she padded my shoulder and ran off. I sighed and went to the ER with a sliver of hope she was down there with April or Owen.

As I stepped out of the elevator I saw Amelia and a few others race with a strecher that was caring what looked like a car crash victim. I walked over and saw my sister Calling For a head CT for the male victim. She looked up and saw me.

“there's another one” she said pointing to the left. I looked over and saw the group was shouting and frantically moving around the blood soaked victim. I quickly put on some gloves and raced over were Richard and Meredith was.

“What do we got” I asked. Merdith stopped and looked up at me with tears streaming down her face. My eyes then looked to Owen who was stopping the bleeding with the same look on his face.

When I got closer my life crumbled to the ground. It was y/n. The woman who always had my back and the person I considered my partner in crime was laying on the stretcher.

Everything thing felt numb and the sounds were muffled as I pushed koracick out of the way. My body ran on audio pilot as I checked her eyes and head.

“Derek” Richard exlamims but I ignored him.

“Derek!” he snapped. I looked back at him with hate. “Derek we got it... Step away” he continued.

Koracick tried to get back in but I snapped. “you toach her, it'll be the last thing you'll ever do” he put his hands up in defense and backed up. Him and y/n were friends but I couldn't stand the guy. And if anyone was gonna even get near her brain it's gonna be me...No matter how much it hurt.

I looked around and snapped again. “What are you all standing around for!? She's needs a CT scan, now!” I got ahold of the strecher and raced down the hallway with Meredith and Bailey on my tail.

The tension highlighted as I scrubbed my hands in the sink. I felt the tears prick my eyes as the realization seemed to fall on me like a tone of bricks. I gripped the sink as the the thoughts of fixing the brain bleed ran through my head.

“Derek... If you don't want-” Owen said coming in but I slammed the faucet handle shutting the water off. “don't do anything stupid to her leg” I snapped and walked into the OR.

I sighed and stood next to her holding her hand as she went under anastasia. I gave it one last squeeze as moved up to her head. “it's a beautiful day to save lives” I mumbled.

"oh shit.. Mer's up there" Mark whispered he once noticed she was up in the gallery. He just looked up for a second and he wished he didn't. The realization That he was operating on his best friends wife, practically sister-in-law finally hit. "this is fucked up... This wasn't supposed to happen" he whispered as he watched Bailey dug into her chest.

“shut up Mark” Derek mumbled as he stared into the one Brian he never imagined he would touch or even see.

--------(3rd pov)--------

As the heart monitor beeped Derek silently watched her. “come on baby” he mumbled as he gently held her hand.

“I'm so sorry, come back to me” he mumbled as he held her cold hand his lips and kissed it gently.

She slightly shifted at his touch and her eyes fluttered open. He quickly shot up from his seat next to her and clicked on his flashlight checking her eyes. To his releaf everything was good.

“hay y/n.. Can you say something?” he asked softly. She let out a shaky breath and turned her head towards him. “ouch” she reached up to rub her forehead and to her surprise she felt bandges.

“what happened?” she asked.

“you were in an accident” tears pricked her eyes as flashes of the insadent replayed in her head. “it hurts” she cried. Derek took her hand and sat on her bed.

“your okay now... Your safe” he whispered. Tears pricked his eyes as he moved closer and rested his forehead gently on hers as relief washed over him.

“I'm so sorry... I thought I lost you and-” he started to ramble but her stopped once y/n's hands moved to the sides of his face cradling his face.

“shh.. It's okay, we're okay” she whispered as she wiped away his tears. “I had to operate on you and it was awful” he mumbled.

“it's okay now” she said as she slowly moved to the side and padded the empty area. Derek carefully climbed in the bed avoiding touching any tender spots on her body.

“just hold me please” she asked softly. Derek wrapped his arms around her gently as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you” he mumbled and leaned down softly kissing her.

“I love you too” she mumbled as she drift off to sleep. Derek on the other hand just watched her like a hawk. He wasn't gonna risk any post-surgery problems or risk losing her again. The anxiety kept him awake but in the end he knew she was okay. They were both okay and that all that mattered.

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[megangovier]

Pairing: Slasher! Eric x f!reader

Summary: As you were finding your missing friends, Eric locks you in a room and humiliates you on camera.

Words-480

CW: 18+ ONLY | Smut | Humiliation | dirty talk | age gap 20+ | Eric videos you | Dacryphilia | oral!m | praising | Hair pulling | Minors do NOT interact!

Thanksgiving was normally a fun day with the family, making each other laugh and joking around along with stuffing yourselves with good food and spending time with them. After you would meet up with your friends and celebrate with them, making memorable memories. But this was no normal day, there was a madman around killing people you knew or met. As you were walking through corridors trying to find your friends you could hear a phone ringing a few yards away from you. The closer you got to the phone you realized it belonged to your friend, as you tapped answer your phone died, that's when the face popped up on your phone from behind you.

As you ran ahead trying to find a safe space from the killer, you found a small room. As you closed the door he had locked it behind you, tears started to run down your face. Turning away from the door your eyes came across a phone as you picked it up you could tell it was live. Without you realizing it Eric had sneaked in and was standing behind you, as you could feel someone's hot breath on your neck backing away from him, he had grabbed you and forced you down on your knees.

Taking the phone from you, your face was the one on live now thousands of people watching. A smirk slipped onto Eric's face. "Oh baby, the way your tears stains your cheeks makes me so fucking hard." expression of disgusts slipped on your face. Grabbing your hair roughly "look at me while I'm talking to you slut." a shade of red appeared on your cheeks. Mentally kicking yourself, "oh someone has a degrading kink, how fucking disgusting and pathetic of you".

Looking at him, he undoes his belt and ties it around your wrists "now princess, do as I say, and you'll get out of this alive". Nodding your head, he grabbed your chin "need to hear you say it!"

"yes sir"

"Good girl, now open that pretty mouth of yours so I can show these people what you're" as you did what you were told, Eric's head falls back "fuck princess, you're doing such a good job, now I know you can take even more" as he slams back into your throat making your eyes roll and the back of your head. "you're doing so good, the way it hits the back of your throat, you're such a hungry little slut, huh" you nodded in reply.

"I'm so fucking close, my personal little fleshlight huh, maybe we could do something else next time" a moan vibrated on his throbbing cock. as he grabbed your head with both hands pounding your tight throat a growl escaped his throat. "Oh, fuck fuck fuck, I'm going to come." As Eric thrusts a few more times he painted your throat white.

@toxicanonymity 💗

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - mark hasn't been having the best week and decides to take up a lead his boss gave him, only to wonder if he made the right choice.

warning - smut, oral sex, gloryhole, slight angst.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Mark sighed as he parked outside the building, he wasn’t having the best of weeks. Ever since they caught the copycat killer, he thought he had finally found some sort of happiness with Sidney but that all went down the drain when she dumped him out of the blue. Work had been keeping him away and he wasn’t seeing her as much, they both had planned on starting a family, but obviously that didn’t work out. 

He shakes his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts as he looks toward the bright building. His boss sent him here, telling him to investigate as there’s been word on some illegal things happening. Grabbing his badge, he exits the car and begins to make his way over. It felt like the sign was pulling him toward it even more, something inside him calling for something other than work. 

Mark enters the building and slowly walks up to the woman at the counter, her eyes watch him as she awaits his instructions. Mark clears his throat, looking around the room before settling on her. Before he can speak, she smiles and leans forward. “First time?” He nods, “I’d suggest the door on the left down the hall. But you gotta pay first.” Her hand goes out, awaiting payment.

Mark slowly puts some cash in her hand and walks in the direction she suggested. As he enters the room, he thinks. What the hell has he gotten himself into. He slowly makes his way around the room, knowing all he needs to do is head out and report back to his boss, but he stops at your hole. It feels like something is calling out to him, controlling him as he moves closer and reaches down to his tight slacks. “Fuck! What am I doing? I shouldn’t be doing this!” He whispers, feeling tingles shoot through his body as he palms himself. 

“Why shouldn’t you be doing this?” You lean forward, enough to peak through the hole and eye his bulge and hands. “Don’t you wanna feel good? Wouldn’t it be nice to treat yourself? Especially seeing as you’ve already paid.” You watch him grip himself a bit harder, knowing your words are getting to him when he finally unzips them and pulls out his throbbing cock. “That’s a good boy. Now let me have a taste.”

Mark groans as he directs his cock through the hole, your tongue immediately making contact with his thick tip. “Jesus…” He rests his hands on the wall, his head following as you slowly suck him deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirls around him. You begin to bob your head, your eyes closing as his tip hits the back of your throat and you moan, causing his head to fly back as it vibrates around his cock, pleasure shooting all the way up his spine and into his head. “Shit! Shit!” His hips jerk and he moans, his eyes screw shut as his balls tighten and cum spurts out of his mushroom tip. “Fuck… That’s embarressing…” He mutters, resting his forehead back against the wall. 

You continue to suck his softening cock, licking up all of his cum before you slowly pull back and give his tip a soft kiss, licking your lips, you speak. “Don’t be embarrassed, honey. It looks like you really needed that release.” You giggle, watching through the hole as he tucks himself back into his slacks. “Will I be seeing you again?” 

Mark shakes his head and clears his throat. “I uh don’t know…” You watch with a pout as he turns and leaves without a goodbye. Mark flies out of there and quickly gets into his car before he lets out a breath. “What the fuck did I just do?!” His hands grip his hair, shivering as he remembers your lips wrapped around his cock. His head turns and he stares at the building, maybe it wouldn’t be so wrong for him to tell his boss there is nothing there. Maybe it wouldn’t be so wrong to go back and see you again. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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[happy74827]

‼️THANKSGIVING SPOILERS‼️

He is so fine I can’t—

Song: Give It To Me (Instrumental) — Timbaland

Movie: Thanksgiving

Character: Eric Newlon

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[sydsaint]

Baby Regal you and your curls are very special to me. <3

Summary: William Regal introduces his son to his NXT managerial protégée.

It's a usual humid afternoon in Florida when you arrive at the Performance Center. Three taping of NXT are scheduled for the day, so it's safe to say that you'll be busy.

You swipe your keycard at the security gate and head right for your office. Wrestlemania season has come around, so things are hectic around the office. You settle into your office and barely have time to pull up your schedule for the day when a knock sounds at the door.

"Come in!" You give a brief shout while pulling up the schedule for the night. "Yes? Oh! Mr. Regal!" You falter a bit when your mentor comes striding into the room with his usual calm and collected demeanor.

"YN, my dear. It's good to see you again." Regal smiles as he makes his way around to your desk. "It's been much too long since we've last spoke "

You pop to your feet as Regal comes around the corner and open your arms for a hug. You are granted a short but sweet embrace by the man that taught you damn near everything you know about being an administrator for WWE.

"Gosh, you're right. It has been too long, old friend. How are you? Are you back in NXT for your old position?" You ask while offering the old Legend a chair.

"Heavens no." Regal chuckles and takes a seat opposite of you. "By all accounts, you've been doing well at your new position as GM of NXT." He smiles at you. "I always knew you'd excel if only they'd give you a chance to shine, my dear."

You blush at your mentor's kind words. "Well, I did learn from the best." You grin. "So. If you're not here for my job? Then what can I do for you, Mr. Regal?" You ask him.

"My eldest son." Regal replies. "He's one of Shawn's newest higher." He explains. "So I've come by to see him off."

"Really?" You reply and begin searching for the list of Shawn's newest additions to NXT. "He must be wrestling under a different name then, yeah?" You find the list and begin glancing through the names.

Regal watches you read down the list in amusement before getting to his feet. "Charlie Dempsey is the name you're searching for, my dear. He's waiting outside as we speak." He nods to the door.

"He is?" You look up from your phone. "Oh, well please, let him in!" You insist. "I'd love to meet him. Which I'm sure was your intention, right, Regal?" You smile at the old man playfully.

"You know me so well, YN." Regal nods with a cheeky grin and walks over to the door.

You pop to your feet and wait for Regal to usher his son inside the room. You got a brief look at the new higher a few days ago when Shawn was showing them around the PC. So you're curious as to which one is your mentor's son.

"You can come in now, son." Regal swings the door open. "I do believe that I've softened her up for you." He jokes.

Your eyes fall on the door as a tall brunette steps inside and past Regal who shuts the door. You recognize him as one of the newbies that caught your eye a few days ago due to his curly hair and charming looks. But now that you're seeing him next to his dad. Well, he's the spitting image of Regal.

"Hello." Charlie approaches you as Regal shuts the door behind him. "It's a pleasure to finally get to meet the woman my father won't ever shut up about." He jokes lightheartedly and goes in for a handshake.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Dempsey." You shake his hand firmly.

Charlie chuffs and shakes his head. "Please, Charlie will do just fine, Miss LN." He corrects you.

"Right." You nod. "And please, YN will work better for me. Miss LN is my mother." You correct him as well.

Regal walks over to the two of you and sets a hand on his son's shoulder. "Well, I'll let you two kids chat. I've still got to pay Shawn a visit before filming starts." He explains. "It was such a pleasure seeing you again, YN. And I have no doubt that you'll thrive in your position here. And son, good luck tonight."

"Thanks, Dad." Charlie nods.

"I'll be seeing you around, Regal." You wave your mentor off. "And you are welcome back anytime." You add.

Regal disappears through the door and leaves you alone with his son. You wait for a moment before turning to him.

"You know, I always forget that he had sons. I have to admit, he doesn't talk about his personal life much." You confess.

"That's my father, alright." Charlie chuckle. "He's talked about you a ton." He adds. "One of the sharpest minds he's ever had the pleasure working with, he's said."

You turn your head to the side, but it does little to hide the flush of your face at Charlie's kind words. "I had a wonderful teacher." You insist. "How are you feeling about tonight? You're working towards the Heritage Cup, right?"

"That's right." Charlie nods. "Pretty sure that my father would disown me if I didn't go after it." He jokes. "Noam Dar, he's the one that's got it at the moment right?"

"Yep." You nod. "Noam's had it for a while now. Which is good for you." You explain. "Means that creative won't make you wake long before they decide to make Noam drop it." You nudge his shoulder playfully.

Charlie grins and goes to say something but your phone buzzes on your desk before he can get it out. You put a finger up to silence him and quickly answer your call.

"Shawn? Yeah? I'm in my office, sir." You answer the phone. "Mhm. He does? Alright. Yeah, I can meet him in 10 minutes. Mhm. Yep. I'll be sure to ask him, sir. Okay, thanks you." You hang up the phone after a terribly one-sided conversation. "Well then, duty calls."

"Of course Charlie nods and steps out of your way. "It was a pleasure to finally meet you, YN." He goes in for a handshake again.

You glance down at Charlie's outstretched hand and smile to yourself. "Pleasure was all mine, Charlie. But I think that we've graduated past a simple handshake, don't you?" You tease him. "I'm technically not your boss until the show starts taping after all."

"Right." Charlie chuckles and goes in for a friendly hug instead. "Dad mentioned that you were a hugger." He adds.

"Good luck tonight, Charlie." You install one last vode of confidence in your new hire. "Feel free to stop by after the show if you're in the mood to chat." You add before heading for the door. "My door is always open for a friend."

Charlie nods and walks to the door with you. "I'll keep that in mind." He assures you.

You both step out into the hall and go your separate ways. You head for the backstage area to take care of Shawn's problem he mentioned on the phone and Charlie lingers in the hallway for a moment, watching you walk off.

Dempsey's heart flutters in his chest for a second as he watches you walk off. For years he's been hearing Regal talk up the infamous YN LN to him. He's been hearing stories of his dad's brilliant and beautiful protegee for years now. But Regal's stories do little to live up to the hype now that Charlie's actually met you. It's safe to say Charlie's got a crush. And a bad one at that.

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[god-complex-12]

“I feel… apprehensive.” He muttered quietly. His breathe was shaking and his eyes held pure fear as he stared at the man in front of him with love and terror. He was confused as he bounced between the line of love and horror.

“Why?” The other asked. He looked at him with concern. He’d stop at nothing to make the person in front of him comfortable.

“Because- because if I fall into you, that means falling out of her!” He suddenly blurted out. “I had not prepared for this!” He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t allow himself to do that.

“… then I’ll wait.��

Credit: the sun and her flowers by rupi kaur. Page 157.

“ i feel apprehensive

cause falling into you

means falling out of him and

i had not prepared for that

- forward „

—> Jonathan Levy. Will Dempsey.

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[widowswineapologist]

a/n: random assortment of hcs for the primis boys! slightly suggestive at times so proceed with caution. i left it kind of ambiguous as to whether this was canon au or modern au so have fun imagining whatever :33

primis richtofen:

♡ - he's the type to spend hours initially researching a very vague question he has and then it spirals into him researching something completely unrelated to said question. don't ask him how he got from reading about greek mythology to how bed bugs mate, he doesn't know.

♡ - (also don't ask him how bed bugs mate.)

♡ - for some strange reason, for as long as he could remember, he just gets the most random and inconvenient of nosebleeds. it has happened so often that he's grown to just be mildly annoyed by it at best and he usually has tissues on hand just in case. for him, this is entirely normal, but one time he got a nosebleed while he was talking to you and you freaked out and he had to reassure you he wasn't dying.

♡ - richtofen always wants to be the smartest guy in the room, but he kind of goes feral whenever you correct him. intelligence is already an extremely attractive trait to him, and passion compliments it greatly. the slight humiliation he feels for being wrong is quickly forgotten when he sees that fire in your eyes as you lecture him.

♡ - if you're not able to read or speak german, he is... not exactly going to teach you. what he is going to do, however, is randomly hand you a slip of paper with what seems to be utter gibberish scribbled on it, and he'll simply ask you to say the word with a completely serious expression. and then he is going to cackle like a witch when you say it wrong. he enjoys the little things.

primis dempsey:

♡ - he's really bothered by how much he can't remember about himself, so as a substitute, he tries to remember everything he can about you. it's incredibly sweet and thoughtful sometimes, but occasionally it creeps you out that he can recall some extremely niche and easily forgettable detail you revealed about yourself in passing several months ago.

♡ - throughout his life, he's had a habit of just... randomly falling off his bed in the middle of the night. he has no idea why it happens, he's just grown accustomed to waking up on the floor with his blankets trying their best to keep him tethered to the mattress. it truly is a sight to behold.

♡ - what dempsey lacks in book smarts, he makes up for in street smarts. he knows a bunch of strange life hacks, random bits of information about generally niche topics, weird remedies for certain illnesses, the works. (if any of you have seen breaking bad, he's kinda got jesse vibes in that regard LMAO)

♡ - he doesn't do it anymore, but during the earlier stages of your relationship, he really liked pushing your buttons. once, in the midst of an argument, you slapped him, and after the initial shock wore off, you frantically tried to apologize, only to be met with the marine giving you a lazy smirk. he wore the red handprint on his face like a badge of honor.

♡ - (you've asked him multiple times if he's a masochist or something and he never gives you a straight answer.)

primis nikolai:

♡ - that one guy that just always has random resources on him for virtually no discernable reason. you need batteries? he's already reaching into his pockets. you need a toothpick? it's your lucky day, he's got a pack of them right here. hell, you need matches? he's fishing an entire box out of his bag.

♡ - nikolai has a strange habit of taking in stray animals. he literally can't help it, he sees a cute, fuzzy little creature in need and he's dropping everything to assist the little guy. it's a little sweet watching him take care of animals like puppies or kittens, but he brought home a bear cub once and that's when it became a problem. you do kind of miss mishka though.

♡ - his upper body strength is INSANE. it's not news to anyone, not even you, but it was a little shocking when nikolai asked you to sit on his back while he was doing push-ups. and he did a good amount of them!! if he noticed your shocked expression when he was done, he didn't mention it, but he does subtly flex in front of you every once in a while. what? he's just proud of his physique.

♡ - it might just be because of where he grew up, but he's always checking if you're cold or not, especially during the night. the second you say yes, he's dropping everything to find you a better coat, or blanket, or he even gives you his gloves. he doesn't want you to be cold :( you're always welcome to leech off his body heat too.

primis takeo:

♡ - the proud owner of a very impressive and vast collection of bladed weapons. he prefers swords by a long shot, but even he can't turn away from a well-forged knife. it would probably be concerning if it was literally anyone else, but it's takeo so it's cool.

♡ - a relationship with takeo is an extremely slow burn, but once you've finally crossed that threshold, takeo is in it for life. he takes the term "ride or die" very seriously, and he's willing to do nearly anything for you. takeo would even kill for you if asked. anything to make you happy. anything to keep blood off your hands.

♡ - takeo is very graceful and collected in all aspects of life, except for the first few minutes after he wakes up. his brain tends to lag behind during those moments and sleep still has a tight hold on him, so it results in him looking completely and utterly bewildered as he takes in his surroundings. sometimes he mutters incomprehensible things in japanese during this, and it's hard to keep yourself from laughing. he's kind of embarrassed by it once he fully wakes up.

♡ - he will NEVER admit it, but he has entertained the thought of being a house husband before. what he found even more embarrassing, however, was that he realized he would be very good at it. he's a good cook, he's a god at keeping things neat and tidy, and he would enjoy having time to himself for a while. takeo will never bring this up, but if you do, he's down for it.

#had this in my drafts for a while bc i got so anxious abt posting it????? #nd i decided i needed to stop being a wimp nd just post it so here u all go i hope u like it ^^ #cod zombies #cod zombies x reader #tank dempsey #edward richtofen #nikolai belinski #takeo masaki #tank dempsey x reader #edward richtofen x reader #nikolai belinski x reader #takeo masaki x reader

[lyla123456]

Drunk Words

Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader

you

monty

Bryce

TW: Drunk Monty

I was working on my essay for English when I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I got up and walked over to night stand and unplugged my phone to answer.

"Hello?"

" Y/N!! how are you doing this fine morning"

" Monty its not even 11pm yet, are you drunk?"

" Drunk on life"

" Monty where are you"

"Bryces, can you pleasee come pick me up?"

" Yes I'll be right there, no more beer."

" Your no fun"

"bye monty"

I close my laptop and grab my keys, fortunately my parents are out of town and left me alone. They trusted me enough to know that I won't get into any trouble or throw parties. Unfortunately I've loved monty since freshman year but he's just never showed any interest so I never really tried to act on it.

When I get there I hear loud music and step out of my car, I head inside and see Bryce, Zach, Alex, Justin, and Monty.

" Alright Mont, let's go."

" Come on Y/nn stay have a few beers."

" I'm okay thanks Bryce"

Monty gets up stumbling a bit but follows me back to my car, I open the door for him and put the seatbelt on for him. I get to my Side of the car and start driving off, I was going to ask Monty if his dad was home but when I looked over at him he was sound asleep. I decided to just let him sleep at my place since no one was home. As I started pulling into my drive way Monty started to slowly wake up. I turn off the car and get out to help monty. When I get to his side he's already out waiting for me to help him inside.

When we get inside I put him on the couch and go to get some blankets and a pillow but I stop when I feel and hand on my wrist.

" Y/n?"

" Yeah mont? "

" Can I sleep in your bed?

" oh um, yeah I can take the couch"

" no please dont leave me alone"

I look at monty for a second and he looks a bit scared but that expression changed quickly into a small soft smile.

" uh yeah, okay I won't ,I'll stay until you fall asleep"

" can you just sleep in the bed with me?"

"Oh! okay yeah, come on"

I put Monty's arm on my shoulder and let him put his weight on me. I lay him on his side and then went to go get some of my dads old sweatpants and old shirt. i give it to him and then start walking to the door to give him some privacy.

" Wait, don't leave. Stay."

" oh okay yeah do you want me too turn around or something"

" no, you don't have to."

I turn away anyway and wait until the all clear. He tells me he's done and pats my side of the bed where he wanted me to sleep at. I go there and he pulls me to his chest.

" I love you Y/n."

" Mont your drunk"

" No im fine"

" monty tell me tomorrow when your not drunk okay?"

" Okay but drunk thoughts are sober thoughts"

I wait a few minutes to think of a response thinking about what he just said. But thats when I hear his soft snores and I just cuddle more into him and try to sleep.

" I love you too mont." I whisper and slowly drift off too sleep

#montgomery de la cruz x reader #montgomery de la cruz #13 reasons why #13rw imagine #bryce walker #zach dempsey #justin foley #alex standall

[littlenightma]

John Carver/Eric Newlon Relationship Headcanons

Author’s Note: I just finished Thanksgiving (2023) and have now adopted a new killer. Enjoy.

Warnings: Spoilers for the Thanksgiving (2023) movie

• He’s paranoid that you’ll leave him for someone else. Amanda was going to leave Bobby for him. What would stop you from doing the same? No amount of reassurance will ever ease the doubt. It won’t stop the glances he takes when you smile at a text that isn’t his or when he subtly pulls you back by your belt hoops when another man is closer than he likes. All you can really do is be there by his side no matter what.

• No matter what.

• Forbids you from Black Friday shopping unless you do it online and it must be delivered to the house. You don’t want to know what would happen if he ever came upon you in one of the stores. With so much commotion happening, no one would blink an eye in your direction if he dragged you out the store by your shirt collar and pushed you into the back of his police cruiser.

• He’s also possessive, but he’s never too aggressive with you. He won’t raise his voice unless he needs to (like finding out you disobeyed his order to stay in the house on Black Friday). Won’t ask you to not hang with your friends or get upset when you wear revealing clothing, but expect to be ambushed when you come home. He’s not going to keep his hands off you. You smell too much like other people, like the outside world, when you need to smell like him.

• Pouts. A lot. Like I said, he doesn’t voice his disapproval often. He doesn’t want to dampen your happiness with his sour mood, but it isn’t hard to tell when something is bothering him when he suddenly becomes withdrawn. You’re going to have to pester him until he finally says what’s on his mind and appreciates when you try to find a middle ground for him. He adores your considerate nature so very much.

• Would give up his life for you in a heartbeat. He protects people everyday. It was his job to do so. What is expected of him. But for you? He’d bring the whole world to its knees if it meant keeping you safe. You’ve resurrected the light he thought he’s lost, banished the darkness and hatred he’s held for months. There was an extra umph to his step when he left for work and a new sparkle in his eye when he kissed you before leaving bed to make breakfast.

• He dares anyone to come and disrupt this newfound peace.

• Loves when you stop by the station to drop off a surprise lunch. Loves it even more if you’re both able to enjoy each other’s company while you eat. All the guys say he’s lucky to have someone like you. He couldn’t be any luckier. Couldn’t be more thankful.

• When the time comes when the leaves change color and the air becomes cooler, you carefully bring up Thanksgiving dinner and what you plan to cook. He leans into his hand, smiling softly toward your attentiveness to his reaction and says it sounds wonderful.

• And when you bring up where you would do with any extra food, he chuckles and slyly winks at you, “Don’t worry, baby. There won’t be any leftovers for us to deal with once I’m through.”

#slasher community #thanksgiving (2023) #thanksgiving movie (2023) #thanksgiving movie #eric newlon x reader #eric newlon #john carver #patrick dempsey