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[3d-wifey]

Yall fuck with True Blood? I mean, the only ppl worth writing anything for are Eric

Alcide

Pam

And Godric maybe

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[minswriting]

True Blood Characters Reaction to You in Lingerie For Them

NSFW | MDNI | fem!reader

Eric Northman

If Eric were to see you in lingerie, I feel like he would most definitely smirk at you, eyeing you up and down before going “Well isn’t this quite the treat?” in that seductive but teasing voice he has. He would then proceed to fuck you with the lingerie on, basking in the beauty that is indeed you.

Bill Compton

Bill would smile, looking at you like you’re a doll. “That does look quite gorgeous on you,” he would say in his wonderful southern twang. “But personally, I believe you look best with nothing on at all.” To which he would proceed to undo your lingerie in a teasing manner, smirking at you as your naked form was revealed. You guys would have sex immediately after.

Alcide Herveaux

I can imagine Alcide coming home after a long day working on construction. He would see you lying down all sexily on the bed, wearing a very beautiful lingerie set. I think he’d be the type to smile lazily and go “Don’t you look beautiful,” in that husky voice of his. He would definitely crawl onto the bed and take you because what better way to decompress from a long day?

Jason Stackhouse

With Jason, it’s really easy to tell what he would do. He would walk in, seeing you in a lingerie set and smile all stupidly and adorably. “I know exactly what you’re needing right now,” he would say as he’s undressing himself. And then he would be all goofy and silly while the two of you makeout and have sex. Honestly top tier

Sookie Stackhouse

If Sookie walked in on you wearing lingerie, she would totally be embarrassed at first. She would blush and cover her face until you’re like “sweetheart, i wore it for you,” to which she would then peek through her fingers to look at you. She would go “you look beautiful,” in a shy voice. And then you’d have to take the initiative to bring her to bed.

Jessica Hamby

homegirl is so mf pretty

Imagining Jessica waking up from her day sleep and she sees you just in the bedroom, dressed all sexily. “Well aren’t you a site for sore eyes?” she’d say, smiling and taking in your form. “Is this all for me?” to which you would nod, smiling at the red haired girl. Jessica would grin before joining you, undressing herself with speed. And she would rock your world.

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When the Blood Moon Wanes - Alcide Herveaux x fem!reader

On the fourth day of Ficmas, my writer gave to me~

Your date with Alcide gets interrupted, but he gets surprised when you come along for the ride.

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When (Y/N) finally mustered up the courage to ask out the very tall and very handsome Alcide Herveaux, she had expected exciting. But who knew exciting included werewolves as well as vampires.

But hey, the hottest guy in town had blushed when she stuttered out a hello.

Sitting at the bar of Merlotte’s, nursing a shirley temple, she took glances towards a booth where Sookie sat and talked with Alcide Herveaux. She had only met him a few times. Mostly her word-vomiting stupid bullshit because she couldn’t talk to men worth a damn.

Her nickname in high school had been “the mouth” and not because of certain “extracurricular activities”. Just because she was so awkward.

“Bitch, I know you’re not drinking a fuckin shirley temple.” Lafayette took the glass from her hand, took the toothpick that skewered a maraschino cherry and ate the fruit.

“I was really looking forward to that cherry.” She mumbled with a pout.

He slammed the glass down, raising a well manicured eyebrow at her, “What’s with the pity party? Don’t tell me went out with another fang banger.”

“Hey.” She said in a hushed voice, “I told you my Halloween costume was convincing.” She sighed, going back to her longing, “Not that it matters, no one in this town gives a damn about any girl but Sookie Stackhouse.”

“You best be careful, you know she can read thoughts.” He started washing her glass.

She scoffed, “Oh, I know. I got a big lecture about how it’s not her fault that her life is always in danger, blah blah blah.” She opened and closed her hand like a puppet, then she dropped her hand on the bar top. “Besides, she’s already got him wrapped around her fingers.”

Lafayette spied in the direction she was looking, “You talkin’ about Alcide? Honey, men like that don’t go after girls like us.” He put a hand on his hip, “Damn shame though, what I would give to climb that sycamore.” He hummed like he had tasted something delectable.

“Ya know what? Men like that don’t go after girls like us, so maybe we should go after them.” She held her hand out, “Shot of whiskey. Put it on my tab.”

While he pour, he asked: “You mean the tab that has three shirley temples and a side a’fries on it?” She ignored his jab and drank the shot he filled her empty hand with almost immediately. Filled with liquid courage, (Y/N) got up from the bar and made her way towards the booths.

As she walked by, she could see Terry and Arlene staring at her from the kitchen window.

“Where’s she going?” The cook asked, genuine confusion on his face.

“She’s goin’ where no lady has gone before, god bless.” The red head took her plates and made her way to her table. Terry just stuck his head back in the kitchen.

(Y/N) made it to the table just as Sookie was leaving, Alcide looking like a lost puppy.

“Hey Alcide.” She said with a smile, her heart almost jumping out of her throat as she watched him perk up at her arrival.

“Oh, uh, hey, (Y/N).” He said, a pink tinge to his cheeks, “What can I do for ya?”

“Great question, I was just-” It was then that she realized that she had no fucking plan.

“Um.” She felt her face heat up, “Uh, I was wondering if... You would like... To have dinner... At... My house?”

“R...Right now?” His eyes widened, “I just ate...”

“Oh...” Her blush was now that of embarrassment, she started to get up from the table, “Uh, then I will just let you get back to-”

“Wait!” He called, reaching out and took her hand before she got too far.

“Holy fuck, he’s touching me.” Her brain was screaming at her.

“Uh.” He released her hand quickly, “I would like to have dinner with you though.”

“Really?!” She yelled without realizing, “Uh, um, yeah, that sounds good. How’s Saturday?”

“Saturday’s perfect.” He smiled.

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Now it was Saturday and she was cooking her father’s no-fail steak house meal. The dry rub was so secret that he refused to give her the ingredients, he just dropped off a ziplock bag of spice mix off on her door stop. Better than nothing, she supposed. Steak, potatoes, mixed greens. It was halfway through dinner when she realized she hadn’t asked if he was allergic to anything. Oh god, what if she killed him? Her first date with this man and she kills him. Lafayette would never let her live it down. He would visit her in prison just to smirk and laugh at her.

The doorbell brought her out of the plan she was making taking him to the hospital if he, indeed, had an allergic reaction.

“That’s him...” She inhaled deeply, smoothing out her dress and walking to the door, opening it. Just the sight of the man in the door, made her blush. Did she die and go to heaven between the kitchen and the door?

Alcide wore a navy blue henley shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his usual jeans, and boots. His hair hung in it’s usual perfect way, falling into his eyes at times. He had a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand.

He looked up with his books with a casual smile, “Evenin’.”

“Hi.” She said softly, “Come on in.”

He stepped inside, “Uh, these are for you.” Handing her the bouquet, he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“T-thank you.” She grinned, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.

It was a nice moment. But a certain someone popped in.

More knocking at her door led her to open her eyes and grumble, opening the door. On her porch, they found Sookie, Bill, and a very tall vampire who stared very intently.

“Can I help you?” (Y/N) asked, a little more than slightly annoyed.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m interruptin’ y’alls’ date, but we really need his help.” Sookie said. Alcide came to her side, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“A blood cult is planning to sacrifice werewolves to a moon god. We need someone who can infiltrate.” Bill drawled. While they spoke, she had slipped away from Alcide, causing him to frown slightly.

“And why the hell can’t you have Sam do it?”

“Because Sam Merlotte doesn’t owe me a favor.” The tall blond vampire, tilted his head to the side. Pale eyes staring the werewolf down. Alcide knew he couldn’t argue. He sighed in frustration and walked out of the house, before turning back to look at his date.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry, I completely understand if you never wanna see me aga-” He was cut off by (Y/N) returning, cocking a shotgun.

“So who’s car we takin’?” She smirked.

“Now, Miss (Y/L/N), it is far too dangerous-” Bill began.

“Ah!” She cut him off, making his face scrunch up like an offended toddler, “You people are cutting into our date. So we’re taking the date on the road. My dad taught me how to hogtie a pig in thirty seconds, and they’re more likely to kill you than some wannabe cultists. Let’s move out.” The group watched as she closed the door behind her and walked off into the night.

“She’s quite interesting.” Eric raised his eyebrows, slightly impressed by the human’s tanacity.

“She’s spoken for.” Alcide grinned, following close behind.

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Alcide x Fem!Reader

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Warnings: Implied sexy times.

Alcide had left earlier that morning. You’d reminded him before he left that you needed enough halloween candy to leave out in a bowl because you both had a halloween party to go to and couldn’t hand candy out.

He came back to find the apartment covered in a fine layer of silky fabrics, fake teeth and halloween wigs as well as several masks. “Urm. (Y/N)?” Alcide called. He set down the things he’d picked up at the store in the kitchen and continued to look through the apartment. Following the trail of clothes he found you laying on the floor of the bedroom was covered by a pile of clothes. “Are you ok?” He asked quickly and you groaned.

“I guess.” You muttered.

“What’s wrong? Anything I can help with?” He smiled when you turned your head to look at him.

“I can’t find anything. Apparently it’s supposed to be a sexy adult Halloween party and I can’t find anything.” You complained and pouted almost childishly. 

"Everything you do for Halloween is sexy." Alcide said quickly and hurried to pick you up off the floor. 

“Of course you would think that.” You said as he tossed you onto the bed and grabbed at the first costume he could reach.

“What about this one?” He asked.

“No. It’s a witch costume. Some of the witches at Merlotte's are trying to get rid of the bad stigma around them since the whole world found out about witches.” You muttered and rolled over so you could watch him. Alcide nodded and tossed the costume away. He continued to pick up costumes and added them to the pile as you came up with a reason to toss it aside.

“This one. There is nothing wrong with this one.” Alcide held up a nurse costume. You snatched it from him and sighed.

“Fine. I suppose this one will do.” You mumbled. Akcide smiled to himself as he watched you change into it. “What do you think?” It was a tight nurses uniform from Halloween a few years ago.

“Hmm. I think I’ll need a closer look.” Alcide said as he walked closer to the bed and grabbed you. You squealed as he dove onto the bed, hands moving over your body as he pinned you underneath him, planting kisses over your neck.

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[likeahorribledream]

I am in a writing mood and I have decided to add characters to the list of who I write for:

Titans: Jason Todd/Red Hood

9-1-1: Buck

Bridgerton: Anthony, Benedict

Kingdom: Jay Kulina

The Punisher: Frank Castle

The Walking Dead: Shane Walsh

True Blood: Alcide Herveaux, Eric Northman

Sons of Anarchy: Juice, Jax

The 355: Nick Fowler

And of course the usual ones: Bucky, Lee, Chris (Destroyer), Steve, Ari, Ransom, Lance. If you’d like me to write for someone but don’t see it in the list, ask anyway!

Please send requests!! 🥰

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[starstruckunknown-princess]

Homesick

Pairing: Alcide Herveaux x Reader 

Warning: Homesickness, True Blood vampire/werewolf mentions

Word Count: 682

Summary: When Alcide’s girlfriend gets homesick around the holidays, he uses his day off to make a special surprise for her when she gets home.

A/N: Not sure how big of a following Alcide has on here, but who wouldn’t want to be cuddled by him in a blanket fort in the living room? Enjoy!

Alcide could practically smell his girlfriend’s depression. She was from the north, where they got snow and what she insisted was “actual” cold days this time of year. He could tell she missed it, missed her family, but her job with Northman meant that she had to stay in town for the holidays. 

“Next year, babe,” he promised as they snuggled in bed in the early morning hours, “You’ll be out of debt to that fanger and we’ll spend the whole winter up north if you want. Get a little cabin on a lake or something.”

“Think you can handle negative temps, Southern Boy?” she teased, tracing his bare chest, stoking his fire.

“Eh, that’s what the wolf is for.” 

She had laughed, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Alcide had the day off, and he needed to bring her smile back. So after making her breakfast and kissing her goodbye, he started brainstorming on what he could do for her, some sort of surprise to ease her homesickness.

And by god, if he hadn’t made a damn good surprise for her. 

He turned the AC down as low as it would go, hung up fairy lights, and had spread fake snow all over the living room, but the piece de resistance was the Most Epic Blanket Fort he’d ever made. He’d co-opted some of his construction sawhorses and clamps to support the blankets, every pillow in the house was on the floor, and he had queued up her favorite Christmas movie on the TV. He’d even sprung for the fancy peppermint hot cocoa mix he knew she loved and whipped cream to go on top. 

“What…Alcide? What…did you do?” her voice rang out from the foyer and Alcide spun around. Her eyes sparkled in the fairy lights, her jaw dropped in a wide smile.

Bingo, Checkmate, and Yahtzee.

“I wasn’t expecting you so soon!” 

“I got done early. What is all this?” She asked, joining him in the living room and taking in the surprise. “Why is it so cold?” 

He wrapped a thick arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, planting a kiss on top of her head. 

“I knew you were sad you couldn’t go up north for Christmas, so I thought I’d bring the north down to you. We got snow,” he led her through the living room and kicked some of the fake snow, “and I cranked up the AC as cold as it could get, and you remember that cabin we’re gonna get next winter?”

She laughed, taking it all in with the wonder of a young child at christmastime. “I can’t believe you did all this!”

“There’s even hot cocoa in the kitchen. Figured we’d order some take out, snuggle up in our cozy blanket cabin, and watch christmas movies until we fall asleep.”

Without warning she leapt into his arms. He caught her easily, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did, wrapping her arms around his neck as well and pulling herself into his chest. Dampness started to soak through the shoulder of his t-shirt and he stroked her hair while she quietly cried.

“I just…you’re so incredible. I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he pulled back to look in her teary eyes, pushing her hair out of her face as he wiped the tears away, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Alcide. Thank you.”

He kissed her cheek and set her down on the pillow mountain inside the blanket fort. “I’m gonna go get the cocoa, you start the movie.”

She snuggled down and nodded, watching as Alcide left the room. No one had ever done something so thoughtful for her, and after the absolute shit day she had at work this was exactly what she needed. Even if they didn’t get the cabin up north like he said they would, she thought that the blanket fort was a pretty damn good substitute, as long as Alcide was the one sitting next to her inside it.

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[dogboytim]

LETS GET SOME TOP SURGERY APPRECIATION

Also there may be a part 2 to this. Idk

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True Blood characters seeing your top scars

Bill Compton

Ok he’s a little confused

He has never met a trans person (that he knows of)

His questions may come off as a bit rude because he initially thought someone hurt you when he saw the scars

Asks Sookie for help. He’s trying his best

He likes to trace them with his thumbs a lot. Especially during quiet moments

During sex he likes to like them

Eric Northman

He has met trans people in the past so your scars aren’t anything new to him

He likes them a lot! He thinks of them as battle scars almost

Pep talks in front of the mirror if he catches you feeling down

Won’t touch them unless you give him permission. He knows it can be a touchy subject

He simply likes to admire them!

Literally will not let you hate them

Sam Merlotte

He initially found out after you had to change at work (customer threw their drink)

You covered yourself and he understood immediately. Though he did end up leaving a note assuring you that you wouldn’t lose your job over your identity

Has Sookie, Lafayette, or Tara take over if he knows a specific customer has certain beliefs

He’s silly ok. He likes finding little pins or stickers with the trans flag and giving them to you.

Defends you no matter what. He has and will punch someone over you. He doesn’t tolerate transphobia

Has a “wall of shame” with customers who got banned for homophobia/transphobia

Alcide Herveaux

“You’re trans? Cool 👍🏻” Type shit fr

He’s very understanding about it! When he used to be part of a pack he had trans packmates!

Please let him kiss your scars. He will go haywire.

Loves to lay on your chest and admire them up close. He especially likes how the scar tissue is a slightly different color than your skin

Gives your scars very special attention during intercourse. Kisses, praising them, the whole nine yards really

Will help you tape them up if wanted!

Jason Stackhouse

He doesn’t really express an opinion at first.

However you do know he’s supportive because he starts leaving old clothes of his that don’t fit anymore for you.

Hesitates when you let him feel them because he doesn’t want to be disrespectful?

“They look good on you!” Lord please save him.

Has fought and lost said fight over you but he tried!

You know how he became sheriff? He locked someone up for being transphobic once.

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Primal

Alcide Herveaux x Female Reader

Summary: You call Alcide to help with your frozen pipes, but he stays to unthaw more than that.

Warnings: 18+ Only! Handyman trope, Flirting, Teasing, Mutual Pining, Kissing, Primal Instincts, Scenting, Scent Kink, Werewolf Stuff (You Know), Hair-Pulling, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex

Word Count: 1.6k+

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“Next time don’t wait for your pipes to freeze before you call me, okay?” Alcide finishes up his work and slowly steps toward you as he tosses the dish rag into the sink.

You can’t remember feeling this strongly about someone so quickly, wanting to touch someone based on mere sight alone after he first gave you that half-cocked grin from across the room, but there was something about him that sparked something primal, something… animalistic deep inside you. You’ve spent countless nights dreaming about what it might feel like to be held in his arms, to crash into him and bind yourself to him in any way possible. But his phone number had burned a hole into your pocket for days, your pride getting the best of you until the universe finally pulled you two together by freezing your pipes until they actually burst, causing a minor flood in your kitchen.

“Oh yeah?” You whisper, breaking your stunned silence as his breath is suddenly warm against your cheek and his fingers are playfully snaking their way into your belt loops.

You hold your breath as his nose gently brushes against yours, teasing the promise of a kiss that you’ve both been secretly hoping for after all this time. You allow him to pull you in closer, the heat between you now undeniable as his natural scent quickly surrounds you in an intoxicating haze of pent up desire that neither of you had the courage to act upon until now.

“Yeah.” He looks at you with those dangerously dark eyes, pressing a kiss into your cheek just above your mouth before it finally lands where he intended, his full lips pressing needily against yours as his other hand finds its way up into your hair.

His kiss is like honey, comforting and sweet as it graces your lips before hitting your tongue as his grip on your hair tightens. You close your eyes and breathe him in, getting lost in notes of freshly cut wood and bergamot as he backs you up against the kitchen counter, nearly knocking your head against one of the cabinets. You hold onto his waist as the warmth of his body transfers onto you, permeating through his skin and clothes as his mouth gets more desperate, tasting your lips with a groan so deep that it rumbles in his chest and vibrates against your own.

A more feral side of you begins to rise to the surface, blinding you to all logic and reason as the desire, no… the need to have his bare skin pressing against yours outweighs the necessity for anything else. You part your lips even further to taste him, to allow his tongue inside your mouth as he spreads the flavor of bitter coffee and whiskey all over your tastebuds. You grasp at him in order to get more, your palms sliding up beneath his flannel shirt as they smooth over the warming muscles rippling across his back in a hurried fervor.

“I’ve been waiting forever for this,” he whispers, reading your mind by pulling his shirt off over his head as he breaks your kiss, tossing it behind him before pressing his lips to your skin again. His hands are back on you in a flash, squeezing your shoulders, arms and waist before finding the hem of your shirt and tugging it upward in return.

“Then why didn’t you fucking call me?” You lift your arms as he disrobes your top half, all but ripping it to shreds in the process before it falls to your feet. You moan into his mouth as you work to undo your bra, his calloused fingers scratching your skin as they begin to fumble with the button and zipper of your jeans.

“Phone works both ways, Princess.” He grunts as you undo his belt and rip it out of its loops, tossing it onto the pile with the rest as he pulls your pants and underwear down to your knees. “Didn’t want to come off too strong.”

“Uh-huh.” You step out of your clothes and gasp as he grabs onto your hips, lifting you up off your feet and onto his waist. “Wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“Shut up,” he mumbles into your mouth, holding onto you tightly as he carries you around aimlessly, bumping into the trash can and chair before reaching the kitchen table and finally tossing you down onto it.

His jet black curls fall in front of his eyes as he leans over you to inhale your scent, pressing his nose into your pulse points as his lips taste the skin on top of them. His hands hold you down by your wrists as he lets your pheromones consume him, his trail of sloppy kisses moving down your neck and clavicle until he reaches your armpit. You never knew what an erogenous zone that area could be until he raises your arm to get deeper into it. Shockwaves of bliss shoot down your spine as he kisses the sensitive skin of your axilla, all but licking it clean. Your breath stifles as goosebumps prickle the flesh along your lymphatic system as he practically drinks in your scent, sighing as he greedily fills up his lungs with your essence.

“Fuck, you smell amazing, you know that?” His eyes flash a gold hue as he glances up at you, that half-cocked grin returning to his lips as he moves his mouth down your body, kissing your breasts and navel before getting onto his knees between your thighs.

He groans out loud as he tastes you for the first time, taking in your strongest scent and flavor as he refuses to stand on ceremony by dining on your flesh like a ravenous wolf. His hands move up your torso as your back arches in response, mapping the hills and valleys of your body as it instinctively keens into his mouth, as if it has any other choice.

“Alcide,” you whisper, letting your fingers move those curls up and away from his forehead as you watch him devour you, that gold tone in his eyes seeming to glow more intensely as he licks a slow stripe up your length with pride.

You try to control your breathing as he refuses to answer you, merely growling in response as those vibrations move through his lips and tongue into your clit, stimulating it like no one else has been able to do before. You hear him laugh as he notices you quaking in pleasure with each flick of his tongue and brush of his nose as they send deeper, more intense shocks of pleasure up into your core, one right after the other. This has never happened to you so quickly, but you can feel them stacking on top of each other, climbing higher up your spinal column until they finally reach your brain in an earth shattering explosion of ecstasy. It rocks its way through you, falling down your body like an avalanche as you feel the pleasure tumbling down where his mouth refuses to relent until it crumbles out of your extremities, dissolving into your very toes and fingernails.

You pull on his hair as the tremors of euphoria become too much, trying to get him off of you, but instead he doubles down. He growls again, only this time it’s deeper as he pulls your thighs tightly onto his shoulders, turning his head from side to side to send you into convulsions as he smears his face with the fruits of his labor. Your head falls back onto the kitchen table, your hands letting go of his hair to cover your own mouth as you scream his name again and again. His insatiable mouth sets you up again, bringing you to the edge of another tsunami of bliss as his spit mixes with your juices before dripping down your cheeks and onto the tile floor of your kitchen.

“You taste even better.” He finally speaks as he brings himself to detach from you, shoving his pants down past his knees before stepping out of them.

“Thanks. You’re really fucking good at that.” You whisper breathlessly as you watch him remove his pants, trying not to gawk too hard at what he’s working with. “Jesus.”

“Thanks.” He smirks again and kisses your lips, letting you taste what drove him so crazy down there as he strokes himself in the process, brushing the tip of his dick over your extremely sensitive bud before finally pushing all the way inside. He stares into your eyes as he glides into you, chuckling as your mouth falls open while he bottoms out against your soaking wet thighs.

“Mmm, Alcide,” you mumble into his mouth as your slick walls expand to envelop him without any effort, as if your body was specifically designed to always take him in this way.

His hands grasp onto your ass as he thrusts into you, pulling you closer to him as the legs of the table screech across the floor, barely loud enough to cover up the sound of your moans as he drives himself in at just the right angle. You can’t believe that he’s this talented, that a man so big and handsome actually has the skills to back up his intoxicatingly good looks, but here he is. He grabs a fistful of your hair as he deepens his kiss, grunting into you as the sweat begins to drip down his face, the width of his cock passing over that bundle of nerves again and again. Faster and faster each time, he triggers that chemical reaction deep within you, setting your skin on fire as you feel the table beneath you begin to sway with each frantic trust up into your viscera.

Your smooth muscles clench down around him in your blissful fit of frenzy as you wrap your legs around the small of his back as his pace increases, growing more sporadic. He grunts and growls more loudly as you hold him in close so you can feel him twitch and sputter his release inside you, the two of you now convulsing in perfect unison as your shared orgasm rips its way through you. It tears you apart and brings you together at the exact same moment that the table beneath you finally gives way, falling backward onto the floor as Alcide collapses on top of you.

“Shit. I can fix that.” Alcide kisses his apology into your lips as the shock from the fall is barely cushioned by the afterglow of your carnal high, your body unable to feel any pain just yet as he pulls the rest of the way out of you.

You laugh in utter shock and disbelief, deciding to stay there with him on top of your dilapidated kitchen table. “I’mma hold you to that.”

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[mrsarnasdelicious]

Daily Show Drabble - Tyrsday

Prompt From This List

Does anyone make them have butterflies in their stomach?

Alcide Herveaux

It is rather needless to say it is you who gives this werewolf the tickles in his tummy.

Alcide is very in touch with his feelings, as most of his kind are. He knows very well it is you who makes his body react. And he is not the type to beat around the bush with it. Werewolves are by nature more in touch with bodily processes, especially when it comes to pheromones. And your pheromones are right up his alley, baby!

He won't deny his feelings, but accepts them the way they come. He is not shy about them either. But every time you are around him, he is grinning like a fool. Oh yes, he is feeling it for sure. And you, are you feeling it too?

#short one for today #alcide herveaux #alcide herveaux x reader #joe manganiello #true blood #headcanonish

[lin-dir]

Till Death Do Us Part

Alcide Herveaux x Male Reader

warning: death

word count: 422

note- I’m sorry for the shitty ending. I couldn’t think of a better way to end it.

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“Y/N, don’t you give up on me dammit!” Alcide shouts, his hands moving frantically to apply pressure to the fresh bullet wound. He ordered someone to call the paramedics as he refused to leave your side.

You move your head slowly to face him, your eyes losing focus from time to time. You reach out, placing a hand on his to gain his attention.

“Alcide..”

“No, it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” He says more to himself than to you.

You let out a pained groan before trying again. “Alcide, please.” His eyes flicker over to make contact with your e/c ones. “Don’t worry.” 

He furrows his brows and growls softly. “Stop it.” He takes a deep breath before continuing. “I can’t lose you. You can’t go.” Tears fill his eyes threatening to fall, but he blinks them away and squeezes your hand.

“I love you.” You whisper, taking the remaining energy you have left to smile. As you stop breathing, so does Alcide. The lump in his throat becomes unbearable and his chest aches tremendously. “No, no. Y/N, please.” He pleads, voice breaking in the process.

You lie there lifelessly, your body beginning to grow cold. The man you love freezes momentarily before gathering you into his arms. A loud sob racks through his body causing the two of you to shake. Tears stream down his face at a constant pace with no signs of stopping.

It was only a matter of time before someone dashes over with the paramedics hot on their heels. But, Alcide didn’t pay them any attention. He continued to cling on to you, whispering “Please.” repeatedly.

After some encouragement, the male finally let them take a look at you knowing deep down there was nothing that could possibly be done.

For minutes, they tried everything they could think of. CPR, defibrillator, you name it. But, nothing worked.

They didn’t have to say anything, the look on their faces said everything. It took all the strength Alcide had to not tear apart everyone and everything around him.

He watches as the coroners place you in the body bag, zipping it painfully slow. His heart felt heavy. 

I shouldn’t have let him go alone. I should’ve answered his call. I promised to protect him with my life.

The thoughts racing through his head a hundred miles per hour prevented him from noticing the sheriff’s presence nor the countless questions being asked.

How could he though? You’re gone now.

What’s the point?

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[3d-wifey]

If you start writing for true blood I'll give you 50 dollars and a little smooch on the lips

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[minswriting]

୨୧ TRUE BLOOD MASTERLIST ୨୧

♡ = smut

True Blood Character Headcanons

▹ Seeing you in Lingerie ♡

Eric Northman

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Alcide Herveaux

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Will add to it as it goes:

Supernatural Masterlist

Teen Wolf:

Derek Hale

You Saved Me

Stiles Stilinski

Short Stack

The Vampire Diaries:

Stefan:

Promises

Niklaus Mikaelson:

Passing the Torch

The Witcher:

Geralt of Rivia

It's a Little Catchy

I'm Already Cursed

XFILES:

Fox Mulder

Bray Road

Marvel:

Shang Chi

Surprise?

Bucky Barnes

The Ghost of Winter

Sealed

TrueBlood

Eric Northman 

Sounds About Right

Tutti Frutti

Hell's Comin' With Me

Alcide Herveaux

When the Blood Moon Wanes

ClusterFluff

Viking Vs. Viking

Character.ai Characters

Bucky Barnes

Chase Collins

Avatar

Jake Sully, Neytiri

'Awstengyem

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[bonniebird]

Alcide x Reader  

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December event

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Alcide came home with several brown paper bags. Snow chased him into the house as he kicked the door closed behind him, cutting off a particularly bitter gust of wind that tried to whistle its way into the warm house. 

He’d left you at home to get ready while he went to the store for some last-minute things to take to the holiday party. He could hear you shuffling around and muttering to yourself as he moved through the apartment to find you. "(Y/N)?" He called out. Heading to the bedroom he found you yanking clothes on hangers out of the wardrobe.

"You're back already?! I thought I had ages." You complained as soon as you saw Alcide.

"Sorry… we'll need to leave soon. If we're going to get there on time." Alcide smiled at you softly and chuckled when you flopped down onto the bed and groaned.

"This is already going terribly." You complained as you pulled a heap of clothes over your head. 

Alcide chuckled and crouched down next to the bed. Watching you for a moment he sighed. Ever since he had mentioned that his pack invited you to join them you’d been worrying. It hadn’t helped that Sookie’s vampire friends had hinted that the wolves might plan to eat you. Though he was certain he’d gotten rid of that worry. When he had left you to make a run to the store you’d been fine.

"Firstly you can just wear your holiday jumper and some jeans. Secondly, they'll like you." He assured you. You sat up and huffed as you frowned at him.

"How do you know they will? I've never been to a werewolf pack holiday party before." you grumbled. Alcide gave you a sympathetic look and reached out a hand to embrace your face.  

"I know they'll like you. I'm a werewolf and I like you." He said and grinned at you. He raised his eyebrows as you seemed to relax and then made a horrified face.

 “Do I need to take a gift to the Christmas party?” you asked suddenly. Alcide sighed and chuckled quietly and stood up. "I don't have a gift for anyone!" 

"I have everything sorted. You just need to bring yourself. Stop worrying so much." He gave you a kind smile, picked out an outfit he recommended from the piles strewn across the bedroom and left the room  "But we do need to hurry or we'll be late." He called out to you.

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[likeahorribledream]

Hi everyone.

I’ve been without electricity for 24 hours now and the internet goes in and out from time to time. I’m not able to post but I’ll try to write since I have literally nothing else to do 😅

If you have requests of any type, now is the time! Send them via DM or asks.

Characters I write for:

Bucky Barnes, Chris from Destroyer, Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, Eric Northman, Alcide Herveaux.

I’m opened to write for other characters, just let me know who you want in your request.

You can use any prompts you find or ideas you have for stories. It can be canon or AU, again just specify. I’m a big fan of writing AUs so let your imagination do the work!

I can’t post lists because I’m on my phone 😫

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #Eric Northman #Eric Northman x reader #Alcide herveaux #Alcide herveaux x reader #Ari Levinson #ari levinson x reader #destroyer chris #destroyer!chris #marvel #true blood #Lee Bodecker #Lee Bodecker x reader #destroyer chris x reader #destroyer!chris x reader

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Que Sera, Sera

Pairing: Alcide Herveaux x F!Reader

Warnings: Reader has a bad day, Reader is not a werewolf, eating and drinking, talk of past abusive relationship (not in detail)/abuser, lots of emotions, angst, the hard parts of relationships, pregnancy

Word Count: 1497

Summary: After a stressful day at work, you come home to your loving boyfriend Alcide. Unfortunately, he’s got some news to share with you concerning his ex. Will your relationship be able to survive the challenge?

Notes: Jukebox Challenge Part 2! This one is angsty af, y’all. I just re-watched my way through True Blood and I just want to snuggle Alcide! Among other things. But yeah, this is inspired by Doris Day’s “Que Sera, Sera” but, like, in a dark way. Sorry Doris. 

Follows/Likes/Reblogs/Comments are always appreciated! If you have a song or situation in mind you’d like to see, request it!

Enjoy!

XOXO, Meghan

You were exhausted. Work had not gone well, traffic sucked getting there and back, and you’d spilled the coffee you’d been ten minutes late for all over your outfit within minutes of arriving at work. When you pulled the car into your driveway, however, your tensions melted away. 

Coming home to Alcide made all the bullshit worth it. You couldn’t suppress the smile that rose as you got out of the car. The smells coming from the backyard clued you in on what he’d gotten up to on his day off, so you dropped your bag and made your way through the house to the patio. 

His back was facing you where he stood setting the glass table for dinner. Two plates piled high with steak and potatoes and roasted carrots, silverware, a wine glass next to your plate and an open beer by his. Your mouth watered — not only at the smell of the steaks, but at the sight of the man tending them. Red buffalo check flannel stretched over his incredible shoulders and a pair of jeans hugging his tight ass and thick thighs. 

“Hey Darlin’,” he said, not turning around. Stupid werewolf senses alerting him to your presence. He was impossible to sneak up on.

You made your way over and snaked your hands around his waist and pressed your face between his shoulder blades. He smelled of fresh linens and spicy cologne, grounding you in the moment. Everything that had made today suck was gone in an instant, a distant memory because of the man in your arms. 

Alcide turned in your grasp, his arms settled around you. “I’m glad you’re home,” His voice rumbled in his chest alongside the steady thump of his heartbeat. You nodded and pulled back to look up into his handsome face. 

“Me too,” you said, kissing the tip of his nose. When you pulled back you couldn’t help but notice the far-off look in his eyes, even as they were trained on you. He looked like a kicked puppy, apologetic and sad. You reached up and smoothed your thumb along his furrowed brow. “Something wrong, babe?

He cleared his throat and expertly dodged the question with a forced smile, “Let’s eat ‘fore it gets cold, yeah?” 

“Okay.” 

He led you by the hand around the table and pulled out your chair like he always did, then filled your wine glass with a delightful red blend he knew you loved before settling into his own chair. 

You ate in contented silence for a few minutes before you felt his eyes watching you. 

“What?” you asked, mouth full of potatoes. 

The corner of his mouth lifted in a sad smirk, and you noticed a flash of guilt in his eyes. He’d been picking at the label on the beer bottle, his food barely touched. Something was wrong.

“What? Did I do something?” you asked, brow rumpling in concern. 

“No, nothin’ like that,” he answered quickly, then leaned back in the chair and ran his hands through his hair, groaning loudly. “Debbie called today.” 

At the mention of his ex, every muscle in your body tensed. You had known Debbie and Alcide since high school, you knew the seemingly unshakable hold she had over him. When he’d shown up on your doorstep six months ago saying he’d broken up with her for good and needed a place to crash, you’d happily offered him your guest room. 

A few months later, after what you thought was a friendship-ruining confession of your long standing crush on him, he moved his stuff into your room and you’d been living in domestic bliss for the last four months. 

“What did she want?” you asked, grip tightening on your utensils. You stared at the space just beyond your plate, not trusting yourself to remain impartial if you looked directly at him.  

“She’s uh, she’s pregnant,” he said. Your eyes snapped to him, panic flooding your system and the calculation of when he moved in vs. how far along she’d be vs. how much your heart would break now if he went back to her started running in your mind so quickly you almost missed his next sentence. 

“It’s…mine.” 

The utensils clattered against your plate and you tried to summon any scrap of empathy you had as he continued. Your stomach churned. 

“Remember that night I went to Lou Pine’s for Lisa’s birthday party? That’s when it happened, I guess…she’s almost six months along and is having some issues, medically, so she wants me to help her out…”

Alcide kept talking but you stopped listening, downing your glass of wine and quickly pouring yourself another. You downed that one too. Hopefully that would calm the carousel of questions that was buzzing through your brain, picking up speed with every second that passed. 

“Stop talking,” you interjected. “I…I need to process.” 

You stood up so quickly the deck chair toppled over, but you didn’t care. Instead, you grabbed your wine glass and the bottle and stomped up the stairs to the bathroom. Not until the lock clicked into place and a towel pressed against your face did you finally let out an angry, primal scream. While you knew Alcide probably still heard it and the flimsy knob lock wasn’t enough to keep him out, you also knew that he would respect that you needed space. 

He was considerate like that. 

You drew yourself a scalding hot bath and threw in some oils and a fancy bath bomb for good measure, then stripped and got in. Hot baths helped you sort out your emotions. Steam wafted off the top of the water, condensing along your skin.

Anger at Debbie, since you knew that the pregnancy was most likely a way for her to manipulate Alcide and get him back. He was a fastidious man when it came to birth control, wearing a condom even when you had an IUD, “just in case.” Either Debbie took advantage of him in an altered state, or she turkey-bastered it, or it wasn’t actually his. Whatever she’d done, the outcome was the same. 

Fear that Alcide would leave you. Honorable nearly to a fault, you had no doubt Alcide would do whatever he could possibly do for his child, and he would take care of its mother as well. You’d known each other for years but had only been together for a few months, and you’d seen how easily Debbie pulled Alcide back into her orbit. 

Sadness. Self-pity. What you had with Alcide was still new, and couldn’t possibly compete with the years he’d spent with Debbie — especially not in her current situation. You couldn’t argue with that kind of history. He would pack his things and leave you alone in your house that now felt too big for one person but perfect for two. 

When the glass and your bottle were empty, you drained the tub and sat there until it was empty. As you pulled a towel around you, a few soft raps on the door caught your attention. 

“Go away,” you said, words slurring slightly from the wine. 

“Not until you hear what I’ve got to say.” His tone was firm, and you knew it was no use arguing. The exhaustion you’d come home with was back tenfold it seemed. All you wanted was to crawl into bed and disappear under the covers, but you owed it to him to hear him out. 

So you opened the door. Alcide had one hand resting on the trim, the rest of him hung limply, like only his bones were propping him up. He wasn’t even looking at you, his hair falling in front of his face. 

In all your processing, you had barely considered how this was affecting him. Suddenly saddled with a responsibility he never wanted with a woman he knew he couldn’t trust. You reached out and brushed his hair back. He leaned into your touch, raising his face to you. In the light coming from the bathroom, the redness around his eyes was apparent, some tear tracks disappearing into the scruff along his jaw.

“I didn’t want this to happen. You have to know that,” he half-whispered, “I never wanted to hurt you.” He looked at you, desperation in his eyes that melted your heart. 

“I know.” 

“I don’t want to lose you, but,” he gulped, fresh tears forming along his lashes, “I understand if you want me to leave.”

“No! I don’t want you to leave. That’s the last thing I want,” you assured him. Relief broke like a wave over his face and he pulled you tight against him, burying his face in your hair. You hugged him back just as tightly, but it wasn’t until you felt the dampness spread in your hair that you fully softened for him. 

You stroked his back and muttered words that you weren’t sure you believed. “We’ll figure it out. Together, you and me. It’s gonna be okay.”

#poor alcide #alcide herveaux #alcide x reader #true blood #true blood fanfic #true blood fic #werewolf