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fnaf-enthusiast · 8 months

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FNaF 2 general Headcanons

Withered Freddy

He is still the same tbh

Nothing much changed for him and on him

He somehow drops even more dad jokes

'Raises' Toy Freddy like one would their son and the others always giggle at that

He deeply hates BB but won't show it openly, he probably doesn't even know himself why he dislikes him

Actually likes the new tunes the toy animatronics play but still prefers the songs his band used to play

Whithered Bonnie

We all know he has a lot insecurities now because of his face and his arm but mostly his face

He is the most insecure of the four and it shocks his friends to see him not only change appearance but also personality

He's now just deadpan walking around and sometimes makes a sarcastic joke or two

Though he sometimes still talks a lot and is back to his old self when he talks with the other withered animatronics

He actually doesn't hate his replacement they hangout sometime but it's more like a distant friendship

He also started to swear a lot more and it actually funny to see BB's expression when he hears those words

Withered Chica

She is a close second next to W. Bonnie when it comes to insecurities

She somehow still manages to keep that secret, she sometimes talks with Foxy and Bonnie about such stuff, and she is still very extroverted and happy

She's kinda sad she can't eat pizza anymore but she surprised herself by not caring about it that much

Loves to scare everyone with her broken voicebox and sometimes teams up with BB to annoy the others

Withered Foxy

He's not as flirty as used to be but he doesn't really care all that much

He's had his own insecurities a long time before and knows how to handle them

He turned the flirty jokes and dark jokes up a little now

He and Bonnie now take bets on who will start a 'fight' with who because the toy animatronics always manage to get into arguments

Scratches the wall with his hook and 'draws' his storys and tells them to BB

Once in a week or two he talks with the Puppet because he reminds him of golden Freddy a little

Golden Freddy

He's even more distant now

He already kept to himself but damn he sets new records for that

It isn't like he's insecure, he never really was, but he's afraid he might get a little too emotional when he sees they others

He hangs out most of the time he shows himself with the Puppet

They both are mostly silent or whisper to each other but they love to just observe what's going on in the pizzeria

Toy Freddy

He's like an average teenager

He would play fortnite if he could 100%

He sometimes tries to prank the withered animatronics but almost always fails and gets scolded by Freddy or cussed out by Bonnie

He and toy Chica make almost every day a food fight and sometimes W. Chica and W. Bonnie join

He rages relatively quickly when he loses, no matter what he's loosing at

A huge fan of ice cream, choko-mint to be specific

Toy Bonnie

He is very social but has small mood swings

One day he chats nonstop and the other he sits in W. Bonnies corner with him and talks about live

Is a little clumsy but covers it up by using a joke he got from W. Foxy or W. Freddy

He loves slushys(ya know what I mean, right?)

He always empties the machine and tries to mix every flavor possible

Has also no concersln about himself when he wants to win a bet and makes all types of crazy stuff

Toy Chica

She loves to talk with W. Chica and is from her personality a lot like her original

Sadly has no taste in music and somehow ends up with everyone teasing her about it

But she can tease back and she is very good at making people flustered

She can also be very sassy

Loves lollipops and would probably also love cotton candy

Mangle

my poor bby

She is very distant from the others

Has a lot of insecurities, knows that they should talk about it, but doesn't have a clue how to talk about her problems

Since mostly static comes from their voicebox they don't have that much courage to talk

But sometimes she talks with others, the others can understand W. Chica even though her voicebox is almost just as broken, most times they talk with W. Foxy or hang around Puppet because they find their presence comforting

Puppet

Is the calmest but also the most caring of everyone

Is almost like a therapist for everyone

They mostly keep to themselves but don't mind a nice soul keeping them company

Has a nice laugh wich reminds one of a small child

'Protects' BB when he once again gets in trouble for one of his pranks

Once in a blue moon they tease one of their friends in a fun, harmless way but they don't do that often because they are worried of hurting someones feelings

Baloon Boy

The biggest troublemaker of them all

But also the worst

Has distorted his laugh to scare the toy animatronics multiple times and got his ass almost yeeted across the pizzeria

Puppet is his safe zone

He loves cotton candy, he inhales that shit

Tied to learn the guitar on multiple occasions but somehow he can't learn it

Mad respect tho, he won't stop trying

He laughs at almost every joke, no matter if he understands or not

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auroraknux · 6 months

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I'm still terrified about posting these, but I keep seeing other people posting headcanons/fanfics about Mario and Peach having kids, and I've caught the fever too. I won't be cured until I get all of this out of my head. So, here are my own headcanons/ideas about them as expecting parents (also featuring Luigi x Peasley).

Mario and Peach are both being depicted as trans here, FYI. Yes, that means Mario is the one carrying the babies. If you comment with anything transphobic, or about this being "cursed" or something, you're getting blocked. If you don't want to read something like this, then scroll past.

This is all taking place in some kind of game/movie combo AU, just to clarify.

Mario's mom knows before anyone else does. He's recently been dealing with nausea and dizziness, and feeling unusually tired. His symptoms act up when he and Peach visit his family. His mom experienced similar symptoms when expecting him and Luigi, so she recognizes it immediately. She convinces him to see a doctor. Sure enough, he's pregnant.

As soon as he tells Peach the news, he finds himself being showered in kisses. She's already thinking of names.

Luigi is so excited to be an uncle! He jokes about how much he's going to spoil Mario's kid.

When Luigi is visiting the Beanbean Kingdom, Peasley lightly teases him about his excitement. Luigi says that Peasley can be the kid's uncle too, and Peasley half-jokingly asks if Luigi is proposing. Turns out he is. He nearly drops the ring, before shyly asking if he wants to get married. Peasley finds it endearing, and answers with a passionate kiss.

Toadsworth is overjoyed when he finds out he's going to be a grandfather, to the point that he can't stop crying. (On a side note: I like to imagine that, aside from being Peach's father figure, he's also become like a second dad to Mario.)

Turns out it's twins! Seems like it runs in the family. Mario is ecstatic.

Mario and Peach aren't actually married yet. They decide this is as good a time as any to tie the knot. They don't announce the pregnancy until the end of the ceremony, but everyone kind of guessed because Mario's baby bump is visible through his tux. (Mario's family, who are obviously there too, already know and have barely been holding back from blabbing about it.)

Luigi, along with his and Mario's mom, frequently drop by to give Mario and Peach food that they've cooked. This is something they've both already been doing for a while, but they do it a lot more during the pregnancy (and for a while after that, while Mario is in recovery).

Mario's dad is aware of the fact that he wasn't exactly the greatest dad to Mario and Luigi when they were growing up. He promises to try and be a better grandfather.

Peach loves singing lullabies and reading to the babies. Mario finds it adorable.

Mario finds it difficult to get around in the later months, and has to be helped around the castle all the time. He's very grouchy and stubborn about it.

He's especially grouchy when he gets put on bedrest near the end. Peach tries to make him feel better by pampering him a lot, and giving him plenty of cuddles.

Shortly before the twins' birth, Mario expresses worry over whether he'll be a good dad. He talks about how his dad was tough on him, and how it was because of his dad's own upbringing; he's afraid of repeating the cycle. Peach assures him that won't happen, and that he'll be a wonderful father.

When Mario goes into labor, Luigi knows because he senses his brother's distress. He shows up to give extra support.

During labor, Bowser attempts to attack the kingdom. I say “attempts”, because Peach absolutely snaps, and sends him running with his tail between his legs. She quickly returns to Mario, to the relief of a panicky Luigi (whose hand was nearly broken).

Luigi is too worried for his brother to leave, but seeing him in so much pain makes him anxious. He is given tasks as often as possible, so he isn't just sitting there and freaking out the entire time. Somehow, he fusses over Mario more than Peach does.

Peach does everything she can to comfort Mario. Holding him close, kissing his head, stroking his hair, whispering encouraging words to him. She's as anxious as Luigi is, but desperately tries to stay calm for everyone else's sake.

The firstborn twin is a girl with brown hair and Peach's eyes. The second is a boy with blonde hair and Mario's eyes. They both have the Mario family nose.

Mario bursts into tears when he holds his children for the first time. He's wanted to be a dad for such a long time, and he can hardly believe that it's finally happening. He already loves them so much.

Luigi sends a photo of the newborns to Peasley, to tell him that he's an uncle. He receives a very long-winded response gushing over how cute they are.

Mario's whole family shows up to see the new babies. He's happy to see them, but is still very tired and quickly gets overwhelmed. Peach gently but firmly asks them to give him some space and let him rest. The family's attention redirects to Luigi, who now has to deal with questions about when his wedding is, and whether he's having any kids himself.

Peasley shows up a couple days later, with a ton of expensive gifts for both the new parents and the babies (and Luigi too, obviously).

After several months have passed, Luigi and Peasley have their own wedding. Mario and Peach leave the babies in the care of Toadsworth and the Toads. They love being parents, but are very tired and appreciate the break.

Between the Toads and Mario's family, Mario and Peach always have a lot of help with the babies.

Luigi and Peasley don't currently plan on becoming parents, at least not anytime soon. They love spending time with their niece and nephew, though. In turn, the kids love their Uncle Weegee and Uncle Peas.

#mareach #luisley #pregnancy #trans pregnancy #t4t mareach #long post #i'm so nervous about posting this ahshwhshahehf

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frenziedslashers · 1 year

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Why Can't You Be Mine Already?

A/N: This is based on the idea that @joelsgeetar gave me! This was going to be multiple parts, but I suck at those so I just made it one for now. I hope to do a multi-chapter rick fic someday though :)) Sorry if this isn't the best either. Kind of started losing brain fuel halfway through 😭 Also tagging @catt-leya because they asked to be tagged :)

Pairing: Rick Grimes x GN!Reader

Request: What about Rick crushing on reader? How would he act? Would he confess? Would he show any jealousy? Does he get overly protective? Is he crazy like shane? (Bad joke). Fr I wanna know how this man is when he is IN LOVE. Bonus points if reader is a lil younger and related to Daryl. 😏

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, MENTIONS OF CANON TYPICAL VIOLENCE AND BRIEF MENTIONS OF THE BIKER THAT SA'd CARL!!! mutual masturbation at the end, that's really it tbh.

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The sun hit your skin just perfectly. Making you glow like no one he'd ever seen before. He couldn't take his eyes off you, he never could.

"Rick," his head turned when he heard the familiar voice behind him. A welcoming smile graced his lips as Maggie came to stand behind him. "Y'starin' at them ain't gonna make them kiss ya any sooner," she teased her friend, noticing how his face flushed a little darker. Smiling at the way he ducked his head down, bashfully. "I know," he muttered. Everyone knew that Rick had these feelings for you, but he was so scared to act on them. After everything with Lori, he was afraid he might lose you. Or he might not love you the same. Or- "why don't you tell 'em?" God, he wished it was that easy.

He felt like he had sunk further into the ground he stood on as he thought. His mind racing with thoughts while his thumbs were hooked on his belt loops. "Maggie.." He muttered under his breath. "It ain't that easy. After Lori..." He frowned, and she nodded. "I understand, but sooner or later they're going to move on from you. Just gotta do like Glenn and me, we didn't waste no time." She added with a cheeky grin. "Which reminds me, Glenn wanted me to ask you if you could help him with the walkers on the fence? I gotta help Beth and Daddy with some things." He nodded, looking over to the Greene girl, "Yeah, 'course."

That was months ago, now. He still hadn't opened up to you. He was going to, but it seemed like every time he wanted to tell you the moment wasn't right. The outbreak inside the prison happened. Then Woodbury happened, then they attacked and everyone was left running. He wasn't even with you when everyone ran. You were stuck hiding in the forest, searching the nearest areas for survivors with Michonne. Not that you were complaining, you knew that she would protect you and you would do the same for her. She was a friend.

"So," she muttered, fingers grabbing at her sword to pull it out of the holder. "You and Rick, what are you?" She asked, decapitating a walker with a swift movement of her sword. You truly admired what she did. It was a talent you wished you had. "Friends, I guess?" She laughed at that, shaking her head before putting her sword back. "I see the way he looks at you, how Daryl tries to pull you away from him. I don't think he thinks you're just friends." She quipped, and you felt your palms go sweaty, eyes darting to the side while you scoffed. Trying to cover up how embarrassed you felt.

You shook your head, strolling next to her down the street. "No way, I'm too young for him. He's ten years older than I am, why would he like me?" She shrugged, "I don't know, but he does. He cares about you a lot. When the Governor attacked, he was quick to put you behind himself. To order you to run even though you stayed to fight. He cares," She smiled over at you, and you shrugged. You wanted the subject changed, looking around the street until you noticed an empty can. "Look, what's that?" You asked, the both of you lurking forward. Eyes looking around for any sign of danger until you both reached the can of.. pudding? It still had wet pudding inside of it as well. Looking at it, then at each other, and finally, at the house next to you both and the can.

Michonne was the first to head up the steps. Her sword ready, you holding the hunting knife Daryl had given you for your birthday so many years ago - who knew it would be this handy?

Her stiff stance made your furrow your brows. Cocking your head with a slight frown. "What is it?" You asked once noticing the tears rolling down her face. Stepping up to the window to peek through the boards when she stepped to the side. Seeing Carl and Rick was the best feeling you could have felt. Your heart burned with excitement as you looked at your friend and the both of you stepped up to the door.

The stiff knocks at the door had the father and son scurrying to their feet. Looking at each other while readying their weapons. Rick gulped before ordering Carl to step behind him. Holding his revolver to his side while peaking through the peek hole in the door. It was Michonne, and you.

Even after all of that Rick only greeted you with a smile and a tight hug, which he quickly departed from. It was frustrating for both of you. Mostly yourself. The mixed feelings you got from the man were torturous, and you could tell Michonne was just as annoyed by Rick's actions. The four of you decided to stay back for a while. At least until Rick healed up enough for you all to leave. Or so you hoped. A group of men chased you all out of the safety of the house after sneaking in while Rick slept in the upstairs bedroom.

"Rick," you muttered to the man, breath hitching when his knuckles grazed the back of your hand and his shoulder bumped against your own while you all walked the train tracks. Hoping to find others from the prison. "Yeah?" He asked, drawl strong in his voice. You opened your mouth to say something, but you didn't even know what you wanted to say. Pursing your lips while focusing on the scenery in front of you. Rick kept his eyes on you until you spoke. "I'm glad you're okay," he felt his heart stutter at those words. His stomach clenched when you reached and gently grabbed his hand with your own. His eyes met yours as you turned your head to look up at him, smiling. "I'm glad you're safe, too." He hummed with a smile, giving your hand a light squeeze. The both of you continue down the road like this.

It seemed like nothing could go easy for the four of you. Further down the road, you just happened to stumble upon the Biker gang that Rick just so happened to kill one of their men back at the house you all reunited at. You held your ground as they lurked forwards and threatened you all, but you froze up when you saw Daryl. Your older brother pushing forward and shouting that you were all off limits. "Daryl," you spoke, and the leader smirked, giving you a once-over while licking his teeth. "That your lover?" Daryl scoffed at his words, "No, I'm their older brother, what are you, sick?" Daryl asked with a scowl. The gaze darkened when he noticed the way the biker looked you over. The hunter was thankful for Rick who pushed both you and Carl behind him.

The fight was a lot, to say the least. You were drenched in blood, having stabbed the man that pushed you against a car with your knife. Michonne shook out of anger while standing over another body. Daryl looked you over to make sure you were safe. You were more worried about Carl though, once Daryl knew you were safe, he was, too. You all were. The boy crying while holding onto his dad like if he let go the man would get him again. You gave Rick a sympathetic glance, offering a weary smile, to which Rick nodded. Face covered in blood after biting into the leader's throat.

Further down the road only seemed to get worse, too. One event after another seemed to happen, but Rick was there to save you. Again and again. Whether it be from Walkers or the hellish communities you all came across. He wasn't losing you. He never would, not on his watch at least.

It wasn't until you all reached Alexandria that you were all able to relax. You especially found joy in the little community. Bonding with a couple of the people within the walls. Joining your brother when he would go over to Aaron and Eric's house - you especially liked their company. Daryl seemed to as well, you could tell.

You had been so focused on hanging out with some of the new people that you hadn't even noticed the way Rick stared at you each time he caught you with someone he didn't know. The way his eyes lingered on you with longing eyes; with want. It hurt seeing you with other people, and he couldn't help but think about what Maggie told him all those months ago. "Sooner or later they're going to move on from you." Maybe she was right, and this was it. He was slowly losing you from his grasp. You weren't as wrapped around his finger as you used to be - or at least he didn't think you were.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" Rick muttered to you, grabbing your arm to ensure you wouldn't walk away from him. You noticed the look of worry and dread in his eye. Smiling softly while nodding. "Yeah, is everything all right?" He shrugged, motioning for a more private area. "Just.. Come on." He muttered, and you nodded, following him into the house.

He stood in front of you, but he didn't look at you. Both of you standing in the living room, his eyes fixated on the wall beside you. "Rick," you frowned, "what's wrong? You're scaring me," you added with a lighthearted chuckle. He finally looked at you, but his expression hardly changed. He still looked just as distraught. "I don't like you hanging out with Spencer," you furrowed your brows, confused as to where he was coming from. "I was just helping him out with some stuff." "I don't care, I don't like the way he looks at you," and you scoffed. You couldn't believe what he was saying to you.

A part of you was relieved that he still seemed to care, but that part of you was small. You were more annoyed and pissed than anything. Crossing your arms over your chest with a glare. "Why do you care?" You spat, and he winced at your tone. His own glare settled in his eyes. "Because I care, why do ya gotta be so damn stubborn?" Two could play at this stupid game. "Yeah? Well then you have to stop hanging out with Julie or whatever her name is." You shot back, and he looked taken back.

"What?" He asked in disbelief. "That blond chick, don't act like you don't know who I'm talking about. You see a damsel in distress and you go running to them. If you can make rules for me, I'll make rules for you too, Rick." He went back to staring beside you, but not for too long. Eyes snapping back to yours with a look you couldn't quite place. "Her names Jessie," "Do I look like I give a fuck?" He grinned, chuckling. "You act like you do." You rolled your eyes again, leaning back against the wall. "Oh please, don't act like you weren't just telling me to stop helping Spencer." You added, tilting your head, and his eyes stared. Flowing down to your lips, your neck... God, he wanted you so badly.

You caught his staring, smirking a little. "Deal?" He sighed, eyes tracing back up to yours. "Fine," you smiled, patting his chest, before pushing past him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta go help Daryl with some stuff." He nodded, watching you leave. His eyes scanning over your body and wishing he would have just pulled you in for a kiss.

This went on for days longer, and it only seemed to get worse. You would catch him still talking with Jessie, so you'd talk to Spencer out of retaliation. Only pissing the former Sheriff off more. "I thought we had a deal!" He shouted, and you sniggered, "we did! But you broke it talking with Jessie yesterday! Don't act like I didn't see you, you asshat!" He looked genuinely hurt at the name-calling, and you almost felt bad. Almost.

"Jesus Rick! What are we even doing?" You hissed, and he stayed quiet. "What are we?" You snapped, but he had no idea how to answer that. "I don't know," he muttered, and you sighed, shaking your head before heading for the door. "Come find me when you figure out what the hell it is you do want, Rick. You don't find me soon, I'm gone," you muttered, the last bit of your phrase dripping with a hint of disappointment. You almost sounded, sad? He wasn't sure, all he knew was that he hated that tone in your voice, and the upset look in your eye as you stormed out. He was left standing there again, for the second time. Just this time it hurt him a lot more.

Daryl was the only person Rick could think about talking this out with. Dragging his feet to where he knew the hunter would be. Sitting in the workshop drinking a beer while fixing up his bike. "Hey," he muttered after the man when he realized he was just where he assumed. "You blew it, didn't ya?" Daryl asked without looking up from his work, and Rick furrowed his brow. The silence caused him to look up, shaking his head. "Don't act like I didn't know. I been their brother forever, Rick. I know when they like someone and I know when you like someone," he added, looking back down to what his hands were doing. "Everyone does," he muttered under his breath with a breathy chuckle.

Rick had no idea what to say, hands hanging awkwardly at his sides before pulling them up to cross over his chest. "Well, uh... Do I have your permission to ask them out? We had a fight, and they asked me what we were, I said I don't know." Daryl shrugged. "Rather it be you than any of the preppy pretty boys in this shit-hole." He added, looking up at Rick with a smile. "No promises they don' bite, though." Rick smiled, laughing lightly at that. Glancing down before his eyes met Daryls again. Noticing how his stare seemed to darken. "No promises I ain't gonna beat the shit outta ya if ya hurt 'em, too." He snarled, and Rick nodded. "I understand, I won't. You have my word," Daryl nodded. "Ya better go find 'em before they fuck the Monroe kid t'get back at ya." Rick rolled his eyes at Daryl's words, but he understood. Thanking the man before he turned to wander off and find you.

It took him nearly twenty minutes before he discovered where you were. Walking up to where you sat near the pond in town. Sitting next to you with a sigh. "Hey," you hardly acknowledged him. Rick ached, not realizing how much he loved your smile that always greeted him anytime he spoke to you. "Look, I'm sorry 'bout everythin', I just got worried 'bout you. I know you can handle yourself," he muttered, hands resting on the ground beside him, legs resting in front of him. "I just.." He sighed, "I care about you, a lot more than I'm comfortable with." You kept your gaze in front of you but listened to everything he said. "I was just so scared that I was losing you here, every time I looked you were with someone new. Chatting away, smiling, and don't get me wrong. I love seeing you happy, S'one of my favorite things, but..." He paused again, sighing as he raked his brain for words. "I hated that you stopped talking to me as much. I wanted it to be me makin' you smile like that. Me who you ran around with and laughed with." He ducked his head down. "It's stupid, now that I say it out loud." He chuckled, and you shook your head, smiling softly as you reached to grab his hand.

Rick's head jerked to look down at your hand. Smile slowly spreading to his lips as he looked up to meet your eyes. His gaze was soft, speaking all the words he wanted to say. "I like you too, Rick Grimes," you spoke, and he smiled more. "That mean Spencer's out of the picture?" You hummed, teasing him by pretending to think, even though you knew the answer was 'yes'. It was always yes. "Yeah, only if Jessie is too." He snickered, bringing his arm to wrap it around your shoulders, leaning his head on top of yours. "She never was in the picture," he commented before you both fell quiet again.

"S'a pretty view." He stated, and you smiled, "Yeah, it is," you sighed, "Think sleeping would be a nicer view," you chuckled, and he nodded, his own body screaming for him to go to bed with how late it was. "Wanna lay with me?" He asked, and you smirked, "No promises I won't keep ya up," he chuckled, shifting so he could stand up and pull you up to your feet as well. "Well, we better get there fast so we aren't up any later than we gotta be." He cooed, staring down at your lips with a soft hum. You didn't stand long enough for him to be able to kiss you, though. Pulling him off towards the house.

His eyes were on you the whole time. Watching your body as he drug behind you. Just the thought of lying next to you got him hot and bothered. Cursing himself mentally for how much you turned him on. For how touched deprived he really was. If anything, the hand-holding wasn't helping the tent that slowly grew in his pants. Growing more and more uncomfortable with each step. All he could think about was your hand compared to his, and how his dick would feel in your hands.

The second that door to the bedroom closed behind you both, he was shoving you up against the wall. A hiss leaving your lips at the force of his actions. "Shit, Rick," you hummed with a smirk, "You want me bad, don't ya?" He only grunted in response, mouth moving straight to your own. "Wanted ya for a while," he murmured against your lips, caging your body with his own. His breathing only hitched when your fingers snaked into his hair and pulled. God, he forgot how much he loved that feeling. Pressing his body against you while kissing you with force.

He was quick to move down to your neck. Kissing and nipping, leaving hickeys in order to make sure that Spencer and everyone else that looked at you got the message that you were his. The noises you made from the action were just a plus. His hands pawed and groped at your skin before hastily working on removing the clothing from your upper body. He was far from gentle when he did this. Ripping and tugging at the fabric. "Jesus, you dick," you huffed out, "Lucky this isn't my favorite shirt," you scoffed, and he chuckled, pulling his own shirt over his head.

You were quick to shut up at the other's exposed skin. Both of you eating each other's figures up. Hands roaming in order to map the other's bodies. Both of you found where the other seemed to like to be touched the most. It was your turn to leave marks, though. Pushing him towards the bed while your mouth latched onto his collarbone. Kissing and sucking while pushing him down onto the bed. Climbing over him so you were straddling his lap with a grin. Leaving a mess of hickeys on his neck that showed the shape of a heart. Pulling back to admire your work and the panting mess that Rick had become underneath you. "There, now no one's gonna be takin' you from me either." You snickered, and he smirked. He loved feeling owned just as much as he loved feeling like he owned you now, in a sense.

He was quick to grab at your thighs when you ground down against him, a growl leaving from behind his teeth while he clenched his jaw. Watching as you repositioned your legs so you were between his thighs. Smirking at the curious glint in his eyes, and the way his face seemed to turn even more red than before.

"What're you- fuck!" He snarled, bucking into your hand as you palmed him through his jeans. His head fell back with parted lips. He was beautiful. "Just let me take care of ya, Rick," you cooed, and he nodded, "Fuckin' hell, just take m'jeans off, please." he pleaded, and it was like music to your ears. "Anything for you, baby," you teased, trailing kisses over his chest while undoing his pants. Working quick since you were just as eager as he was. Daryl was right, too. You did bite, but Rick wasn't complaining in the slightest. If anything, it just had him eager for more. Hands grabbing eagerly at the back of your head when you leaned down to pull him in for another kiss.

His lips parted when you finally undid his jeans and reached past his boxers for his dick. His hips bucked into your hand when your thumb brushed over his tip. "Fuck, feels so good," he blurted, and you smiled, hand working up and down his shaft after spitting into your own palm while he became a panting and grunting mess below you. Biting his bottom lip to do his best to stay quiet. "Shit, wanna fuck you so bad," he murmured, and you hummed, feeling your stomach knot up at the thought. "Really? Why can't I fuck you?" He shuddered at the thought, growling into the kiss he pulled you in for.

Rick was grabbing at your jeans while you continued jerking him off. Calloused hands pulling your pants down enough so he could reach down into your own boxer to touch you. Pulling away from the kiss to spit on his own hand and give you the same treatment. His hand reached down your undergarments in order to grab you. Your hips thrust into his hand at the contact. "Shit, Rick," you hissed, and he smirked, though it quickly faded. Furrowing his brows with a groan when you squeezed his shaft.

The both of you touched each other until you were both reaching your highs. Rick was the first to go, and you followed shortly after. Fluids covering each other's hands. Rick panted while pulling his jeans off the rest of the way in order to feel more comfortable in the bed. Watching as you did the same.

"Shit, haven't felt that good in ages," you murmured, and he chuckled, nodding his head. "Neither," he lazily spoke. Eyes feeling even heavier than when you were both sitting at the pond. He still brought himself to stand up, though. Throwing his legs over the side of the bead to head for the bathroom. Coming back with a towel in order to wipe the both of you down. Giving you a chaste kiss while tossing the towel back toward the bathroom. Settling when it hit the tiles right at the entrance before climbing back into bed next to you. "Next time we're more awake, maybe we can do more than just that," he murmured into the side of your head as he pulled you close. A small hum left your own throat as you lazily draped yourself over him. "Definitely, not lettin' ya go now," he smiled, "You're just as stuck with me."

#rick Grimes x reader #rick grimes #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead fanfiction

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thosehallowedhalls · 2 months

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Insomnia

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Pairing: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!human!MC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: ~540

Summary: On the night after defeating the Dreadlord, Mal watches Daenarya sleep and reflects on his place in her life.

A/N: For @storyofmychoices, who is the Nia to our little fandom's crew. Happiest of birthdays, dear friend! Thank you for everything that you do; I hope you receive the same love you pour on everybody else.

Mal shifts restlessly under the heavy blanket, his attempts to make himself more comfortable hindered by the sheets tangling around his legs. It's been less than 24 hours since they returned from the Shadow Realm, and he can't quite make himself believe that the danger has passed yet.

Daenarya stirs in his arms, the silk of her hair sliding across his chest like water. It's so rare to see her this peaceful. His girl is a whirlwind, always in motion, always sweeping people up into her world and charming them until they want nothing more than to stay there. Mal would know - by her side is his favorite place in the world.

But while she shows that side of herself unreservedly, this is a side she shows only to him. When she closes her eyes and snuggles against him, when she lets herself sleep in his arms, Mal always feels like he's been given a precious gift. Daenarya doesn't trust easily, but she trusts Mal with herself at her most vulnerable.

He isn't a man given to fancy words, but even if he were, he still wouldn't be able to explain what her unwavering trust does to him.

He holds his breath when she stirs again, then exhales in resignation when her eyes open. "Hey, kit."

"Mal? What time is it?"

"Late. Go back to sleep."

She yawns. "Why are you awake?"

"Can't sleep," he admits. "This godsdamned bed is murder on my back."

"Yeah, it makes sense that a man who has slept in the Deadwood would find the palace bed too uncomfortable," she says dryly. "What's really going on?"

He blows out a breath. "I almost lost you."

"Oh, Mal."

"When I saw you pick up that sword and charge at the Dreadlord... I've never been so scared in my life. I never want to feel that way again."

"I was scared too."

"Really?"

"Of course. Mostly because I didn't want to hurt Nia," she acknowledges. "But also because I wasn't in any rush to die."

"Be sure to keep it that way," he says, trying to cloak it as a joke even though they both know it isn't.

"I was scared for you, too."

"You were?"

She nods. "The most scared I've been since losing Kade. The most scared I've ever been other than when I lost Kade."

He sucks in a breath. "That's... quite the proclamation."

"Don't tell me that Mal the Magnificent is afraid of a few measly feelings," she teases.

"Me? Blasphemy." He clears his throat. "And besides, it makes perfect sense. You would be crazy if you weren't scared of losing this." He gestures to himself.

"I'm going to go to sleep now."

He laughs, draping an arm across her body and settling back in. "Daenarya?"

"Hm?" Comes her sleepy murmur.

"I am, you know." When she doesn't respond, he elaborates. "Scared. I've never... I've never felt this way before."

She interlaces their fingers. "Neither have I. Isn't it lucky that we can figure it out together?"

"I am an adventurer."

"Excuse you. I think you meant to say we are adventurers."

"Yeah," he says with a soft smile. "I guess I did at that. Very well, then. Together.”

#mal x daenarya #mal x mc #blades of light and shadow

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ghostclowning · 10 months

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another day of zhushen agenda BUT it's ZZL being unreasonably hot when SQQ least expects him to. Like when he's talking to SQQ politely and calmly, then some demon tries to approach them and he gives them such a death glare that the poor thing perishes immediately regardless of its intentions. Then he turns back to SQQ and he's now absolutely normal. But SQQ isn't normal at all. He's never been hornier in his life. Gentle ZZL is cool but /srs ZZL???maybe even mad ZZL?? Fuck yes. Although perhaps he's feeling so safe thinking about such things only bc he knows for sure his husband won't ever intentionally hurt him. He really wants to hear ZZL call him a "bad boy" now though, whew.

And SQQ also likes to randomly touch ZZL muscles(if it doesn't distract him, of course...but sometimes even if it distracts him. After all, so far he never objected). Pure amazement. He wonders if ZZL could beat LQG if they had no swords(of course he wouldn't let these two fight, this sure would end up traumatic for both...but just for the sake of mental experiment? It's never wrong to imagine hot men in blood-). And he also thinks how he can do whatever with ZZL only bc ZZL chooses to allow him. Like "I braid his hair but he could easily braid my limbs! Sheesh!" But ZZL is just ready to tolerate any shit he does, even when he goes drinking with SQH(it never ends well)(ZZL gives him the /srs stare afterwards which SQQ a little bit enjoys ... secretly....).

[The truth is, he probably considers literally anything still better than standing lines for lewd fanfics]

Sometimes SQQ purposely tries to tease ZZL, but it often leads to an outcome he didn't expect, even if at first things go smoothly...He once tried to make his snake husband a little jealous, joke-flirting with soemone, but ZZL was just keeping silent, although he clearly was upset. Once they were left alone, he said he thought what he and master Shen had was just between them. SQQ was just heartbroken cuz his boy seemed so sad about it<3 He tries to reassure ZZL he was just fucking around but then ZZL pins him to the wall, grabs both his hands, immobilizing him with ease, his glance calm as ever but unusually stern.

"Master Shen has spoken enough today. But I see that I don't satisfy master Shen enough."

"Not at all, Xizhi-lang..."

"I have a name."

"...Ah? Sorry, Zhuzhi-lang...You really satisfy me! I was just being silly..."

"No need to pretend now. I understand," Zhuzhi-lang leans in and shuts him up with a kiss. Oh no. Practice shows that his 'understanding' of things is often different from normal... "If so, I'm afraid I have to fix my mistakes."

His firm tone makes SQQ feel things. God damn it, maybe he actually doesn't mind whatever is going to happen now. Although it wouldn't be so sweet if ZZL gave him a dose of blood parasites to control him. Yeah that would be less hot.

"I will make love to you all night. For every sound that you make, I will keep going."

SQQ had no idea how vocal he was in bed until now, and he cursed this trait of his now, because he also had no idea how long demons can go on. ZZL only let him go when he started literally begging for mercy. This really was enjoyable until SQQ got completely exhausted, and when he realized ZZL still stops when he asks properly, he thought that he certainly will do this again... sometime. When he's able to walk again, probably. Maybe.

SQQ also grew used to the snakes, even the demonic ones. When ZZL is not home, he talks to them instead. Keeps a little bowl of water for them even. Unexpectedly, him befriending the snakes actually helped to get them out of his bed... When ZZL saw how friendly he got with them, he gave him a strange look, but he hasn't found a single snake in his bed or in his clothes since. They still were everywhere else around the house, but, apparently, have learned that some things are not to be touched. They still touch master Shen himself though, but they, apparently, also were taught not to do so if master Shen minds...and this man once said he can't do anything about his snakes, huh?

And also SQQ collected a piece of snake skin ZZL shed. When ZZL found out, he was a little...repulsed. "Why would one collect something that came off their body? You don't collect fallen off hair..."

"But it's not hair! It's a piece of snake skin. It looked cool."

"...Should I start collecting master Shen's dead skin..."

"...uhm, alright, alright, you have a point. Please don't-"

"If master Shen likes such things, I could-"

"Please don't"

SQQ had no doubt ZZL could make all the snakes shed right in their house, and he clearly didn't need that. Did SQQ get rid of that one piece of snake skin though? Absolutely not.

#svsss #zhuzhi-lang #shen qingqiu #zhushen #i swear i dont know how did it turn unto a poorly written fic in the end i have no control over myself #delusional

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ifthiswingscouldfly · 2 years

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How they act around their crush?

Napoleon Bonaparte

Act like a hero in front of his crush.

Uses all his charisma around his crush.

Can be a teaser too.

He usually show off his muscles to impress his crush.

And this always work.

Protective and genuine.

Have no shame towards his feelings for you.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

When he have a crush on someone nothing really changes.

He act the same around them especially if one of the suitors are around.

But expect him to be more soft when you both are alone.

Like he will try to reassure you and have his sweet talk with you.

Leonardo Da Vinci

There's A LOT of teasing about you kissing him.

Some of his jokes goes to the fact the you really like him.

Also he is going to show off his skills.

He will fix things that doesn't really need to be fixed just to impress you.

Will throw a horny joke just to make you a blushing mess.

It is so frustrating to be around him when he is crushing on you.

Arthur Conan Doyle

Throws so much compliments towards their crush.

Always talking about how wonderful you are.

Have no shame to talk about how he feel when he is around his crush.

Probably he is the one that would get drunk and sing how much he love you under your balcony.

Can be a dick sometimes causing you problems including himself too.

Love to tease omg.

Vincent Van Gogh

Baby sunflower boy is so shy and indecisive around his crush.

He would try to pick up his courage to hang out with her.

Will send her letters with sebastian telling her he want to spend time with her.

Very obliging and genuine around his crush.

He is ready to throw himself at her feet if she needed help.

Theodorus Van Gogh

Omg he is meaner around his crush.

Like not the mean Theo in the normal situation but the meaner.

Would talk to Arthur about how much he like her.

And Arthur would tease him.

The only way he show that he care is when he give you advice.

Like he would say "work hard hondje!".

Also you'll know if he like you if you ask Arthur, he wouldn't hesitate telling you.

Dazai Osamu

It's complicated to know if he likes you or not.

But at this point he can send mixed signals.

You'll probably find him a good listener when you're talking so he can know what you like or dislike exactly.

He always have a story to tell and he know how to keep you entertained for a while unless you were curious about him and his past he will ignore your curiosity so he don't open up.

One of the dumbest suitors when it comes to his own feelings.

Can't face the fact the he really did like you.

Isaac Newton

He isn't the one to fall in love from the first sight.

Shy around his crush and he would try to make a space between both of you.

You'll find him staring at you from a distance.

Wouldn't take the first step obviously, that's why he need an extroverted girl.

He would invite you to star gazing with him.

While doing that he would listen carefully to every word that come out your mouth so he can analyze them later by himself.

Jean D'arc

This man is shy too.

Would hide his feelings and bottle them up.

He wouldn't hate being around you but the main problem is warning you.

Yeah he will warn you that he is a monster and he would talk badly about himself.

Need someone who is kind and patient to reach him.

Protective when it comes to you.

William Shakespeare

When he have a crush on someone oh God here we go again.

Would make excuses to be around them.

He will stalk his crush knowing every movement she make and who is the people she is dealing with.

Would invite her to dinner after collecting A LOT of information about her.

And she would be surprised about how much he guessed her favorite stuff, of course he knew because he was stalking her.

Seriously he is afraid of being close to her and being far away from her, but when she realized he cares about her.

She can reassure him that it is okay if they're together.

Le Comte De Saint Germain

Okay he is very friendly with everyone so when he have a crush on someone it might be difficult to know.

He would act more cold and serious around her.

His feelings or mask will fall off the moment he sense there's a danger around his crush.

Protective and obliging towards his crush.

He is good when it comes to mind games but if his crush isn't the type for mind games he would be straight forward.

Will ask her if it is okay to spend more time with him.

Sebastian/ Akihiko satou

He is caring in general.

But when it comes to him having a crush on a girl it is a different story.

He is still acting secretive and mysterious around his crush.

Would take her on a date but is it a real date? She'll never know.

Ask her politely if it is okay to spend time with each other.

He is really into slow burn relationships and prefer them because he can get to know the other partner on a slow realistic level.

Can't be honest with his feelings and would never show them to anyone especially his crush.

Vlad's mansion

Vlad

When he have a crush on someone they will never know.

A lot of eye contact with their crush.

You wouldn't realize he is into you.

Same as comte he is into mind games.

If his crush is an innocent girl she wouldn't realize he is having a crush on her.

Would give her flowers and here's the game.

He is sending messages with flowers.

It is kind of interesting how he make you solve a puzzle using only flowers.

Charles Henri-Sanson

He can't really realize whether it is just a crush or he have a real feelings for her.

Can be really desperate for attention.

But not in a bad way, you need just to teach him what is the difference between love and like.

Being with Charles is a full time job.

He love to touch you and give you all he have but all of this because of the fact that he need someone to love him for who he is.

After teaching him what a healthy relationship and boundaries is you'll find him realizing his own feelings.

Johann Georg Faust

He is cold and sadistic in general.

Dealing with his feelings isn't his job.

He prefer to keep everything for himself.

You wouldn't really know if he have a crush on you.

But in fact he would say some creepy lines like "you have a beautiful skeleton", "your flesh smell amazing".

Probably he will creep his crush out.

Reaching deep down he is feeling a sweet and warm sensation in his heart.

Looking at his crush he know now what is the reason behind that sweet sensation.

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dat-bruv-person · 2 years

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bakusquad x reader (separate) mutual pining hcs? like you like them and they like you but no one has made a move yet?

i'm sorry if this is a bad request-

*ೃ༄ you oblivious thing...

a/n: this is a really nice request don't worry my child! also I was just reading the Adventures of God on Webtoon and I come back to requests... my prayer has been answered.

gn!reader, poc!reader-friendly :)

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Bakugou is not making the first move because he thinks feelings are stupid and a waste of time. You're attractive and have a good personality, end of story. You probably don't like him so why make a move in the first place? Bakugou doesn't know that the feeling is mutual.

Jirou is holding back because she's afraid of rejection. She used to tease Kaminari but look at how the tables have turned. She feels confident in herself when she's around you, yet cannot bring herself to say the words she wishes to say in fear of losing a dear friend. Jirou also doesn't know that the feeling is mutual.

Kirishima isn't saying anything because he denies his feelings; brushing them off as nothing more than mere admiration and a burning passion to be your confidante. He wants to bring you happiness, and somewhere inside he knows that he cannot suppress such feelings for long - yet he always manages to come up with an excuse. Whether that's to convince other people or himself, we'll never know, but Kirishima doesn't know the feeling is mutual.

Denki is hesitant to tell you about his crush because he doesn't want you to feel like it's a mere prank or joke. He's infamous for him short circuiting 24/7 and making inappropriate jokes about people, never excluding any gender. Although he is much better than Mineta, he's never really taken seriously, and that's when he tells himself that it'd be better if you didn't know. It'd be better if you saved the embarrassment of walking around with a joke. Kaminari doesn't know the feeling is mutual.

Mina really doesn't mean to make it seem as if she's playing with your feelings, despite not even knowing the truth, but she feels like she doesn't deserve you. She's a queen and she knows it, but when it comes to you she would gladly give up her title to be your consort. She's practically in love with you in aver way possible. Mina doesn't know the feeling is mutual.

Sero has kept his mouth taped shut because he doesn't want to seem too desperate, even though he is. He just wants to be able to show you all his love but he can't do that now with the fear of wasting your time. He's seen you with your little friend group. He's not going to embarrass you, who wants a guy with tape on his elbows as a boyfriend? Sero doesn't know the feeling is mutual.

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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Hi, Molly! Could you share your favorite Kate and/or Anthony scenes from season 2? And what are your thoughts on not showing their wedding? Were you happy with the epilogue?

My favourite Kate and Anthony scenes from season 2? Okay

If you want a more thorough review of Season 2 I really would recommend watching my Tea and the Ton Videos, yeah, they're long and you have to put up with my bad jokes and me calling a man we've never seen Dilf Daddy Sharma, but I also burst into tears randomly and stab myself in the eye while doing some bee themed makeup so... Ya know. And each episode gets a discussion of about an hour and a half

But my favourite scenes are in no particular order

Kate listening to Anthony talking about being a man of action and realising she feels a kinship with what he's saying. I also love the moment after Kate's spoken to Lady Danbury and you can see Kate slip back into her mask before she rejoins the party. I think in that moment we see, just for a second how lonely Kate really is. And it's very different from the face she shows everyone else

Pall Mall. I love seeing Kate and Anthony be themselves, I love her getting to tease him, and Anthony relaxing a little bit and their stupid little giggles when they fall in the mud are so cute. And I like that Kate's almost disappointed when Anthony just abandons their game because she was actually enjoying herself with him.

Hearts and Flowers. I love the slow motion, I love the tension, I love the moment they realise this isn't something they can really ignore anymore. I love that Kate wants to dance with Anthony, but she also doesn't because she's afraid to let herself know what that feels like and Anthony's the same way. He wants to ask her to dance, but he's afraid of what he'll do because every time he's close to her it's so hard to control himself. And I love the scene afterwards where you can tell in that moment Kate does hate Anthony. Because if it wasn't for him the job she came to England to do would be so much easier. She wouldn't have to worry about the fact that her heart feels like it's going to pound out of her chest every time she's around him.

I know, I know this is a really sad scene But I like the scene where Kate tells Anthony to marry Edwina. Purely because you can see their true characters. You can see that Kate's taught herself to push down every feeling she's ever had and she believes that she can repress whatever she's feeling for him. She can. Because she has to. And you also see that Anthony would do anything she asked him to do. Even if what she wants is the opposite of what he wants.

I don't think I need to mention that the Gazebo Scene is in here. Both of them letting themselves go and being stupid sluts. Perfection.

When Anthony B bares his whole entire soul I almost forget what a dumb fuckboi he truly is and when he cries over Kate being okay: Honey, you're perfect, never change.

The epilogue is three minutes of cinematic perfection. I love how stupidly happy they are. I do. I love it They wanna stay in bed and fuck all day: as they should. And they absolutely do not let the fact that there are actual children watching stop them from sticking their tongues down each other's throats. Perfect. No notes.

Also we know I love the Kate and mary scene. I write an entire essay on it.

#bridgerton season 2 #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 9 months

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I have a request, if you don't mind? Marilyn x fem teacher reader that is a weretiger? Like instead of a werewolf, the reader is a weretiger. I was thinking reader is Marilyn's first friend at Nevermore, reader showed her around Nevermore when she first started teaching, eats lunch and goes to Jericho with her etc. Eventually though, another teacher that is a werewolf starts flirting with Marilyn, trying to stake his claim on his "normie prize" despite her uncomfortable rejections he keeps being pushy flirting with her until jealous reader tells him off and he challenges reader to a fight (werewolves and weretigers don't get along) reader is like, "Marilyn isn't some prize to be won but if that's what it takes for you leave her alone, so be it." They fight and reader mops the floor with obnoxious werewolf, afterwards reader picks Marilyn up and takes off with her into the woods and they confess their feelings for each other. Marilyn is turned on by reader fighting for her and reader is desperate to rub her scent all over Marilyn so they make love right there in the woods. Maybe power bottom Marilyn? I appreciate it! 🫶

Yesss here it is!!!! I hope you like and sorry about the language mistakes :)))))

Eye of the tigress

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Teacher, Weretiger! Reader

Warnings: Smut, werewolf and weretiger things, stalking, fluff

Word count: 4,262

Summary: You loved her, and you were sure that she did to. But Nevermore is full of morons who think that they have the right to take her. You have to show them that no one can hurt your redhead

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Yuck, lettuce…” You said amused, pushing that vegetable away from your steak. Marilyn looked at you and smiled.

Since she arrived at Nevermore there was not a day that you did not spend together. She was normi, she was different, but you didn't care about it, she immediately became your best friend. She was sweet, tender, kind… You loved her. Being the only normi on the Nevermore staff, it was to be expected that she wouldn't fit in very well with the rest of the teachers.

Luckily she didn't seem to mind at all. She had you and that was enough for her, at least that's what she told you.

Little by little, lunches and coffees in Jericho became more usual. The more you talked, the more you liked each other. Naturally, neither of you would recognize it, but it was quite evident in your smiles, in your eyes. You were so close and surely there was something between you that went beyond mere friendship. You just had to find the right moment.

“It wouldn't hurt to eat some vegetables once in a while, (Y/N),” the redhead teased, drinking some water.

You raised your eyebrows and pointed the fork at her.

“Be careful redhead, you seem more and more appetizing to me,” you said, earning another of her tender smiles.

But she was right, you didn't like vegetables and you had a good reason. You were an unusual species, a weretiger, and you loved being one, especially to scare your students. A werewolf had nothing to do with you.

“I can't wait for you to sink your teeth into me…” She murmured, suggestively.

Yes, you were like this all day, but none of you complied with what she suggested. You thought maybe she was afraid of you, that she didn't know what a relationship with someone like you could be like. It was a situation that was becoming more and more unbearable for you. The desire to make that sweet redhead yours was becoming more and more unbearable too.

You were sweating, your heart was pounding, and your instincts had become somehow uncontrollable. You were wild, nervous, but you kept calm, settling for walks in the woods or lunches. You'd have to do something soon or you'd go crazy, and that wasn't good for Nevermore furniture.

“Careful what you wish for,” you said, taking a bite of that delicious steak.

She smiled with slightly flushed cheeks. Laughter and jokes were so common that you had even gotten used to spending the whole day smiling, although sometimes not everything went as well as it seemed.

You wrinkled your nose when you caught an unpleasant odor, one you knew too well.

“Is everything alright?” Marilyn asked, seeing how you sniffed the air, stopping eating.

You shook your head, looking around for the source of that horrible smell. You soon found it. Mark Peterson, another of your co-workers, another teacher from Nevermore had entered the restaurant. You had a special hate for him.

He was a werewolf. Your species didn't get along particularly well with them. You were ancient enemies, for no reason. It was an irrational hatred that passed from generation to generation. In this case it went beyond pure enmity. Mark was a nasty, cocky, petulant guy. You didn't have any sympathy for him. You had werewolf friends, good and funny people. He wasn't funny at all, and even more so when he had a clear intention of getting closer to Marilyn.

“Hello, Miss Thornhill…” He said humming, leaning on your table, turning his back to you, of course. You couldn't help but growl.

“Hi Mark, how are you?” The redhead asked kindly. You hated that she was always so nice, it didn't seem to bother her at all, and it made your hands shake.

“Hungry,” he said, sighing, continuing his willful ignorance of you. Marilyn smiled, but she didn't respond. “I was thinking that you and I… We could go out tonight. You know, a few drinks, some dances, what do you say?”

You were furious and terribly jealous. You couldn't stand his pathetic attempts to flirt with her. You knew she didn't like boys, but still you couldn't help but seethe with anger, plunging the knife into the remains of your steak.

Mark turned around, putting on a face of mock surprise.

“Oh, (Y/N), you're here…” He said in a false, cocky tone.

“Yes, I'm here,” You answered defiantly.

“I, I, I'm afraid I can't, tonight I have a lot of work, maybe another day,” the redhead said, seeing how the tension began to build between you two.

“Oh, it's a shame, Marilyn…” He whispered, too close to her, too close. Marilyn smiled sheepishly and stood up, clearly embarrassed by the presence of that idiot.

“I have, I have to go to the bathroom, excuse me,” she said before almost running out of there.

He looked at his nails and then back at you, smiling.

You looked behind him to see Marilyn walk into the bathroom. Then you stood up, leaning into him, defiantly.

“Go away, Peterson. This is a private lunch,” you hissed, noticing your inner tigress screaming to get out and rip his skin off in strips.

“Are you going to force me? It doesn't seem like Marilyn was very uncomfortable,” he said, accepting your challenge with his eyes.

“Then you're blind,” you said, moving closer to him.

“You have nothing to do, (Y/N). She needs someone like me, not a defenseless kitten like you,” he told her, making you hit the table with your fist, attracting the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Don't put on a show. I'm leaving, but rest assured I won't stop until she's mine. Good luck to prevent it,” he said before leaving.

You sat back down chewing furiously at your steak, wishing that idiot would get hit by a car or something.

He had been flirting with the redhead for some time. As much as she rejected him, he kept insisting. It'd put you in a bad mood, it'd make you grumble, you'd even once had to drink a serum that prevented you from transforming when your feelings are uncontrollable.

The days passed quietly. You were walking with Marilyn through the woods. You loved to see her observing the wild flora, enjoying nature. They were moments of authentic peace, of relaxation. Maybe it was the best time to confess your feelings. You were in a hurry to do it, black vultures were stalking poor Marilyn and you didn't want them to pounce on her.

You were in heaven, lying on the grass with the redhead resting on your chest. There was nothing to tell you that this was a romantic act, but you played with your hands while you breathed the fresh air of the forest, of the plants.

You had your eyes closed, you could fall asleep right there, with her on your chest, placed between your legs against a tree. If that wasn't romantic, then God would come down and see. It was a normal interaction between you, but that afternoon you felt something different, an uncontrollable desire to finally confess what you felt.

“Marilyn… I… I have to talk to you,” you whispered, causing her to turn around and nod. “Well I… I don't know where to start.”

She smiled, but her eyes sparkled with expectation. Could it be possible that Marilyn was waiting for you to make the first move?

“Relax, I'm sure you'll find the way,” she said, getting closer to you. You swallowed nervously.

“Well... I... I was thinking that maybe you and I...” You sighed, noticing how her lips were getting closer to yours.

“You and I…” She repeated, leaning her head towards you, closing her eyes.

It was the moment. At last you were going to kiss her lips. Words were not needed, you must have imagined it. There was nothing to say, just things to do, things you'd been dreaming of since the day you met her.

But you didn't have much luck even when you were already touching her lips. Your nose wrinkled again and you shook your head, looking around you in a state of alertness, heightened by your instincts.

“What's wrong?” Marilyn asked, clearly frustrated. You gestured for her to be quiet and sniffed around you.

“I can't believe it... Peterson,” you said with disgust. Marilyn looked at you, unable to say anything, and she rose from the tree.

“Get out of there,” you said.

Indeed, the werewolf appeared among some bushes, with a cocky smile and his hands in front, in a gesture of peace.

“Hey, calm down, kitty. I have seen you coming and I have decided to keep you company. I adore nature, you know?” He said, addressing Marilyn, who backed away, but without success. Mark put an arm around her shoulders pulling her closer to him.

You huffed, feeling the blood pool in your fists. Your mouth begin to make dangerous growls.

“Come on, stop playing the fool, I know you're wanting to know what it feels like with me…” He said cheekily. Marilyn smiled kindly, pulling out of his grasp.

“You're, you're very kind, but I…” She said, running away from him, who kept stalking her.

“Come on, don't be shy, I'll treat you kindly, I promise…” He said, chasing her until she was behind you, using you as a shield.

You didn't take your eyes off him. You were so desperate to keep your instincts from coming out that you couldn't even yell at that slime. You felt powerless and furious.

“Hey, striped cat, get away from my trophy,” he said, speaking to you with contempt.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Marilyn was not a trophy, she was the woman you loved. You found it so disgusting that that werewolf had the shamelessness to speak like that about your friend, about her...

You couldn't take it anymore, you had to put things in their place once and for all.

“Enough!” you yelled, unable to help but roar as the words left your mouth. “She is not a trophy! She is a woman and you have to respect her and leave her alone once and for all.”

Mark's eyes widened in surprise at your screams. But he didn't back down, he looked at you defiantly.

“Stay out of this,” he said, growling too, approaching you.

“I'll go wherever I want. Leave her alone or you and I are going to have problems,” you hissed too.

“Is that what you want? Having problems?” He asked narrowing his eyes. The wind began to blow through the trees, making it increasingly clear that this was not going to end well.

“I don't know. Maybe if you get out of my sight I can forget about this,” you said. Marilyn punched you on the shoulder.

“(Y/N), let's go, I don't want you to have problems because of me,” she said, with a pleading look while she took your hand. An overly loud growl came from the werewolf.

You sighed, looking into the terrified eyes of the redhead. You wanted to settle accounts with that miserable guy, but she worried you much more. You nodded, closing your eyes and trying to stop your chest from rising and falling so rapidly.

“I'm not wasting time with you, Peterson,” you said, putting an arm around Marilyn's shoulder and walking back to Nevermore.

“Single combat!” The werewolf yelled, stopping you.

“What?” You said, turning to sneer.

“You heard me. Let's bet that delicious normi,” he told you, smiling, quite sure of himself.

“Marilyn is not an object,” you hissed, walking angrily toward him. “Do you hear me, asshole?”

“What did you call me?” He asked indignantly. Returning to his challenging position.

“Asshole,” you repeated, savoring each letter.

He laughed mockingly.

“You can insult me if you want, but you're a coward. You don't have the guts to fight with me. And so you intend to defend your territory?”

That statement made you tremble with rage. You looked back at a terrified Marilyn who wanted to run away. You grunted, looking away. At that moment you were determined.

“Very well, you disgusting garbage, you will have your single combat,” you said through your teeth. He smiled and nodded in satisfaction, feigning a sort of bow.

The two of you walked into a nearby clearing, closely followed by a trembling Marilyn.

There you were, face to face, with your eyes fixed on each other. The combats were exhilarating and most of the time you fought with your companions to vent your needs. This time was not like the others. The honor of the woman you loved was at stake. Her dignity as a person.

“The first one to give up, or can't keep fighting loses, the winner gets the prize,” Mark said, taking off his shirt, blowing a nasty kiss at Marilyn, who made a disgusted face.

“Marilyn is not a prize,” you hissed, doing the same, staying only with your t-shirt, which you already assumed you were going to destroy. You didn't want to show your bare chest to that sick monster. Marilyn picked up your jacket from the ground as she shook her head.

“(Y/N), please, don't do it,” she begged you. You smiled and winked at her.

“Don't worry, I'm not going to let that wretch lay a hand on you.”

“That will have to be seen!” Mark yelled, leaning his neck.

You grunted and ran a hand over Marilyn's cheek. She was on the verge of tears.

“Shall we start?” He asked, bending down. You didn't answer, you just nodded.

The werewolf growled at the timid moon that could be made out in the reddish evening sky and began to transform.

You did the same, closing your eyes. A tigress like you doesn't need something as simple as the moon. You could transform whenever you wanted. Little by little a striped fur began to sprout on your skin and the clothes you were wearing were left in tatters on the ground.

The wolf howled, you roared. The fight had started.

The wolf started running towards you, you ran towards him. In that state you couldn't think clearly, you only saw an enemy in front of you, you didn't see anything else.

The two of you collided and immediately started biting and clawing. You sank your teeth into his flesh and he clawed at your chest with his claws. You were a mass of fur and angry snarls. You roared as his teeth sank into your neck, but with one furious claw you managed to push the wolf off of you.

He howled in rage and charged at you again knocking you to the ground, biting one of your arms. Your eyes locked on his. The looks were intense, furious, instinctive. You had to beat him anyway.

It looked like he was getting the upper hand, not letting you move, but with a thunderous roar, you managed to push him away again, hurling him to the ground. Your breaths were intense and the grunts filled that small clearing.

You began to walk in circles, surrounding each other, trying not to turn your back. He reached his teeth, but missed. You gave him a claw, you also missed.

The wolf paused for a moment, looking at a terrified and frightened Marilyn, licking its lips as he gasped.

Seeing the scared eyes of the redhead, you roared again, not expecting to see a gesture like that again. With an agile and elegant jump, you managed to land a strong claw blow to his chest, making him bleed and leaving him on the ground, writhing in pain.

You had no mercy, you threw yourself on top of him and you roared in his face, with force, with rage. The wolf began to whine pathetically.

You had won. He no longer made efforts to attack.

You roared again and released your hold on him. Immediately the wolf turned, fleeing with howls of pain, getting lost in the woods.

You turned around, still with angry eyes. Marilyn's jaw dropped, and she was hesitant to move closer. Your appearance was elegant, but terrifying. You were a predator after all. You tried to catch your breath and slowly approach her. Marilyn didn't move from where she was.

You breathed hard in front of her and bowed yourr head, showing respect, showing the victory you had achieved. She looked at you a little shaky, but soon after she smiled, looking you up and down.

“(Y/N)…” She sighed, stroking your fur.

You grunted with pleasure and shyly picked the redhead up in your arms, carrying her through the woods.

She laughed funny, while you ran through the trees, with her hooked on your neck. You soon found a good place to return to your human form. An idyllic place, next to a small river. Very carefully, you left the redhead on the ground. You looked at her with bright eyes and stepped away from her a bit, letting all your anger drain away. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to go back to being human for quite some time.

Little by little your size decreased and the shiny fur that covered your extremities began to disappear. Marilyn approached you, immediately covering you with your own jacket. You blinked several times and looked at your naked body, now with some wounds and bites.

“My God, (Y/N), you're hurt,” she said, looking down at your body. You smiled, carefree. All those wounds had been worth it.

You dropped to the ground and pulled her wrist so she would do the same.

“You're crazy…” She told you, covering you better with the jacket. You looked at her, with a unique feeling in your life. Love, sincere love.

“Yes, for you, Marilyn,” you finally said, taking her hands in yours. The tender smile that drew her lips told you that you did well telling her. “I had… I had to protect you. I couldn't let that asshole...”

You couldn't continue. Her soft lips of hers settled on yours. You finally got that kiss you dreamed of, that kiss that made you lose control of your thoughts. You deepened it, you returned it with all the love that your strength allowed you. You caressed her face, her neck. You touched all the skin that was exposed.

“I'm in love with you, (Y/N). I, I didn't know how to tell you and…”

Now it was you who interrupted with another kiss. This time a little different, hungrier, needy. You had won the fight, but not her heart. You had won it a long time ago. You felt full of adrenaline, of love, but also a feeling attached to your nature, a more primitive one. Your animal nature forced you to mark your territory, to make her yours, for her to smell like you, scaring away any other beast that dared to approach her. You needed it, your body was crying out for it.

“You've been so brave…” She whispered between messy kisses, caressing your neck, while you grunted with pleasure. “I must confess that you have turned me on, (Y/N).”

You smiled suggestively. It was the best opportunity, you needed her to be yours. As you kissed her, your jacket slipped off your shoulders, falling to the cool grass. You leaned, lowering her to the ground and climbed on top of her, placing your bare legs on either side of her hips.

“(Y/N), I want you…” Marilyn whispered, starting to pant. You smiled, biting her neck with care, feeling an inordinate pleasure leaving your scent on her. “I want to make love to you…”

You nodded, unbuttoning her blouse carelessly.

“Right here,” you sighed, running your hands over her bare chest, over her belly, over her breasts, as you rocked your hips against hers, feeling her heat, feeling waves of pleasure.

“Right now…” She whispered, helping you to unhook her bra. Little by little her clothes disappeared and the caresses and kisses intensified, filling that romantic place with weak moans and the sound of kisses.

Your bodies rubbed uncontrollably, enjoying the touch, the excessive love, an unbearable desire. She was going to be yours, and she would be forever.

“Don't make me wait any longer, (Y/N), I want to feel you inside me,” Marilyn gasped, taking your hand and taking it between her legs. You moaned noticing her arousal and thinking that it was partly due to the fight you had for her, to defend her honor. You didn't want to run, you liked to enjoy her wet and slippery center and the reactions that this caused in her body.

You kept joking, pretending to walk in and then back out. Marilyn was beginning to lose patience. In a gesture you would never have expected from her, she tugged at your hair with fury, with desire.

“Stop playing, (Y/N), I need you now, don't make me angry…” She hissed, while her grip on your hair was painful, but strangely pleasurable. You liked to see her like this, angry, furious, so out of her mind that you weren't even able to recognize her. That dark side that you had just discovered made you want her even more, if that was even possible.

With a graceful movement, you lifted one of her legs, caressing it, repressing the urge to sink your nails into her soft skin. At the same time you obeyed her orders, inserting two fingers into her, making her moan, making her squirm with pleasure.

“Just like this, honey... Please... Make me yours,” she panted, while you fixed your eyes on her, analyzing all her expressions, all her moans, her sighs, the rude words that came out of her mouth. You could feel your scent on her, your scent perfuming her body. You wanted to roar, but you didn't, instead you moaned at the sensation that your most basic instincts sent to your nervous system.

Your rhythm was slow, but sure, intense. Every move you made was matched by a scratch on your back. You had no wounds there, but now you wished you had them, her wounds.

The pleasure that the redhead felt made you go crazy. It made you bite her lips, her neck. Your hand moved skillfully, carefully, adapting to what her expressions called for. You shook your head, not believing that what you were doing was possible, and the place you had chosen.

There was nothing artificial in that place. Only your naked, sweaty bodies, moving in conjunction with nature.

Your hair was grabbed again, this time in an almost desperate way.

“I'm going to cum, (Y/N)... I'm going to...” She told you stammering, before screaming with pleasure, tensing her whole body while you remained still, curving your fingers and about to do it too just by looking at her .

You remained silent for a moment, looking at each other, as if you had just discovered yourselves. There were many tense months, many wasted months.

You immediately jumped at her neck again, getting next to her, caressing her entire back as you lay down on the grass.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” you said dazed, contemplating your lover's naked body while Marilyn joined your centers, moving slowly.

The intense sensation of her heat against yours sent hundreds of electrical currents through your body. Your hands were together, they were inseparable. Your moans were rhythmic, intense. In your head you kept thinking about the scent that you left in her, about having claimed what should be yours. Not as a possession, but as part of your pack, of your family. Your duty was to protect her, keep her away from all the evil. That's what you thought to do, take care of her, protect her, love her.

Her slightly domineering attitude forced you to lie down. She was in control and you liked that. Her fingers moved in and out of you and her eyes locked on yours. It was fast, intense, it seemed as if she also had the same desires as you, as if possessing you was just as important to her as well.

You ended with a cry similar to hers, reverberating in those trees, involuntary witnesses of the most romantic act of love of your life. An act of lust, of passion, of possession, of commitment.

The grass was cold under your skin. Your legs were intertwined. You could only hear your nervous breathing and the water of that small river running impassively. The night was beginning to appear, and with it the first stars.

It was a moment of peace, of love, but it could not be eternal. You were used to being cold, but she wasn't. You noticed how her body moved closer to you and she began to tremble. You took her in your arms and sighed. She was already yours, and you were hers.

“You're perfect, Marilyn…” You whispered, kissing her hair. She looked at you, hiding the chatter of her teeth.

“I love you, (Y/N)…” She whispered, trembling. “I've been loving you for so long...”

“We are two cowardly idiots,” you said amused. She nodded. “Marilyn…”

“Hmm?”

“You're freezing to death,” you joked. “We should go back to Nevermore.”

“I think so…” She whispered, sitting up. “I think you're right, (Y/N). But the night has only just begun. After healing those wounds, I'm going to prepare a hot bath for us,” she said, taking the clothes she could reach.

“Sounds good to me”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #smut

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hyperfigations · 2 years

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ahem,, how about some first date hc’s with the counsellors?? you can chose which ones you’d like to include !!

AHHHH YES I LOVE! (Gender Neutral Reader)

These HCs will take place after that night.

So! Here's what I think first dates with some of the Hacketteers would be like! (Excluding Max and Laura because they are perfect together and I can't bring myself to separate them.)

Dylan:

-Dylan was never really hush hush about his crush on you. -In fact, he flirted with you at every possible moment. -You did not mind though. -The day came when you finally decided to ask him out. -AND BOY DID HIS TUNE CHANGE. -His face flushed, he was stumbling after every other syllable. -But eventually, he agreed to go out with you. -You had suggested a fun bowling night. -Dylan chuckled slightly and raised in non existing hand. -"We haha... I don't think that idea is very um..." -"OH SHIT! IM SO SORRY!" -You both agreed that a night in, watching shitty B movies and making fun of every little aspect of em. -HE WAS SO NERVOUS. -Blasé Dylan was no where to be seen. -He would try to make a joke but fumble over them. -"I-I'm sorry. I'm just like- a little nervous I guess? I mean after everything that we've gone through, I guess I didn't really think that we would ever... haha... do this? But here we are and it's great but god... Is it hot in here? Are you hot? I mean, of course you're hot but I mean hot hot. Not like hot. Because you're very hot and-" -Dylan would go on rambling rants about random things. -But when you gently took his hand, and laid your head on his shoulder, he realized he had no reason to be worried. -He finally relaxed, and slowly went back to being Dylan Dylan. Not rambling, nervous-wreck Dylan.

Jacob:

-Jacob always acted different around you. -Side glances and soft smiles. -Both of you having butterflies fluttering in your stomachs. -The boy was silly, but god, if he wasn't the sweetest thing. -Jacob was a hopeless romantic, and loved cliches. -He would pick you stray wild flowers, and try to find any reason to be near you. -"You're so cheesy, Jacob." -"Yeah, but I love cheese." -An idiot, but your idiot. -Jacob was a little afraid about asking you out. -Boy is a bit scared of rejection. -So, he didn't. -He didn't ask you out. -Instead he tried to be a little sneaky about it. -"Oh um, do you wanna grab lunch with me?" -You had agreed. You and him have had lunch together before so you didn't think twice about it. -It wasn't until Jacob and you were standing in a cute little park, a soft blanket covering the green grass and all the snacks imaginable. -You finally realized that this wasn't like your guys' usual hangouts. -"Um, Jake?" -"uh... yeah (Y/N)?" -"This is a date, isn't it?" -"Wwwhhaaaat, no- Okay, yeah. It is."

Kaitlyn:

-Kaitlyn isn't someone to beat around the bush. -She knows exactly what she wants and she's not gonna play games. -Kaitlyn teases you but in a very loving away. -You know she doesn't mean any harm. -Kaitlyn also LOVES showing off to you. She thinks the more she shows you how capable she is, the more you would reciprocate her feelings. -She asks you straight and direct. -"So, you wanna go that axe throwing place this Friday?" -"NOO! I'm gonna be so terrible at that, Kaitlyn!" -"Commmmee on (Y/N), most bullseyes has to buy dinner?" -You both didn't specify but you guys knew it was a date. -You were right by the way. You sucked in comparison to Kaitlyn. -Every single time it was her turn to throw, it was a bullseye. -bullseye... -bullseye. -And another bullseye. -"Kaitlyn, I already lost. At this point you're just rubbing salt in an open wound." -You were pouting. -Kaitlyn giggled lightly, and grabbed your hand. "You have the potential, (Y/N). You just need the guidance." -Your heart skipped a beat as she was teaching you how to throw the axe from behind. -She was guiding your every move. -Finally, she let you try on your own. -BOOM! BULLSEYE! -You excitedly jumped up and down, doing a dorky little celebration dance. -"You're a dork," Kaitlyn laughed at you.

#the quarry #the quarry x reader #dylan leviny #hacketteers #kaitlyn ka #jacob custos #the quarry jacob #the quarry kaitlyn #the quarry dylan #the quarry headcanons #first dates #the quarry hcs #horror #fluff #romance #my top 3 quarry characters #I love them so much #i adore them

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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Need You (Part 28) (18+)

Lee Bodecker x f/Reader

WARNINGS: This is smut. If you are under the age of 18, please do NOT read this. Swearing. Unprotected sex (always remember to use protection). Ddlg, step-father/step-daughter. Reader is legal age.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @seattlemanboy 2nd gif @unearthlydust

Summary: F/Reader is the step-daughter of Lee, who has taken care of her ever since her mother walked out on them. The two of them have always been able to keep the sexual tension at bay until one night.

Main Masterlist ♡ The Devil All the Time Masterlist ♡ Lee Bodecker Masterlist ♡ Need You Masterlist

Lee Bodecker's POV:

Every single time I left the house, I had two officers watching it. Wherever YN went, she had someone with her.

My officers took turns watching the house, even when I was home. I had to make life seem as normal as possible for Owen.

I didn't want him to be afraid as he has spent most of his life afraid, but he isn't a stupid child. He could see the police cars go by the house more and more.

He knew what men looked like when he has come by the Police Station plenty of times with YN, Ray and Don.

Owen even asked me about it when it was just us two, watching The Beverly Hillbillies.

"Lee?"

"Yes, Owen?" My eyes still tuned onto the TV.

"Your cop friends are still here. Is it because of me?" Now my attention was fully on him. "Come here," I patted my knee and he sat down on it.

"I am just being safe. I know your Mom had some friends who I don't know, and I don't want them to show up when I am not home or for them to play a trick while we are sleeping."

"What type of trick?"

"Well, coming in and moving items around or taking something as a joke on us. So don't mind my friends being here."

"We should take them some lemonade," Owen said.

"I'll let YN know your wonderful idea and we will get the ingredients to make some."

YN came into the living room and found Owen sitting next to me on the couch, the two of us laughing at the antics of the Clampett family.

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The next morning, I didn't have to go in early but I woke up to the delicious smell that is breakfast. My mouth watered at the smell of bacon as it cooked.

I made my way to the kitchen and saw that YN was just plating all the food. I wrapped my arms around her pregnant belly and pulled her back against my chest.

She gasped softly at the feeling of my half-hard cock poking into her lower back. "Good morning Mrs. Bodecker," I whispered in her ear as I nipped the lobe. "You are looking most beautiful my love."

"Well, Mr Bodecker, you are still tired if you think I look beautiful right now."

I unwrapped my arms from her and she didn't even look at me as she placed the food down on the table for the boys to eat. Don and Ray are going to just love throwing the scrambled eggs everywhere.

"Hey, hey, come here my love." I gripped her arm, but not tight. I pulled her close to me once more and placed my hand under her chin.

She had tears in her eyes as she looked up at me. "Tell me what is wrong Doll?"

"I just don't feel beautiful. This pregnancy is just draining me."

"You are as beautiful as the day I fell for you YN. Look, I'll have lunch and dinner delivered to you tonight and I will be home tomorrow."

"Lee, you shouldn't take off anymore work."

"I will be just fine. The townsfolk know you are pregnant and besides, this can help for the election as well, 'Sheriff Bodecker, family man,' I can see the headlines now."

"Thank you." I kissed her, trying to deepen the kiss but the sounds of little feet came running down the hall towards the table.

"Ewww."

"Eww, yourself Owen." YN teased as we took our spots at the table.

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I kept my word and had food delivered to the house. Each and every time, YN would call thanking me.

I could hear how tired she was as the day went on and I wished I could have a babysitter watch the kids for a couple of hours so she could get a break, but there was no way in hell that would be happening right now.

But I could tell it was a long day when I came home and the living room was a mess. Tomorrow, Owen and I will clean up as I can see that it is his toys laying all over the place.

"Lee?" I heard from our bedroom. I walked quickly down the hall and stood at the door.

"Just me Doll. Go back to sleep. I am just gonna eat and then come and join you."

YN nodded and put her head back down on her pillow. I went and grabbed the plate she had put aside for me and sat at the kitchen table, eating.

I was so involved with my food that I didn't hear anyone enter the room. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I instantly jumped and pulled my gun from my holster as I stood and pointed it at a very bewildered YN.

"Shit, Lee. Put that thing away before you hurt somebody."

"Shit Gorgeous, I am so sorry. You just startled me as all." I placed the gun back in its holster and sat back down.

"You need to relax baby," YN said as started to massage my shoulders. I moaned as I took a bite of my burger. Her hands always felt good on my body, but even more so right now, trying to massage the stress away.

"Your hands feel wonderful love."

"Is that so? Maybe I should become a massage therapist." She teased, but just the thought of her hands on another persons body had me almost growling.

"Would you like a happy ending Daddy?"

The chair scrapped across the floor and I left my food on the table as I practically dragged YN back to our room.

If she wasn't pregnant, I would have picked her up and thrown her on our bed, but I just pointed to the bed and had her sit down.

I stood in front of her and she undid my buckle and pulled my pants and boxers down just far enough that she could take my cock in her mouth.

I had to bite my lip to keep my moans at bay as she bobbed her head up and down. I placed my hands on the back of her head, just letting her go at her own speed.

But I cried out when she suddenly took me all the way down her throat and moaned, making me cry out her name as I tried to stop myself from coming down her throat.

I put her hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulled her mouth from my cock. I groaned when I looked at her face. YN was breathing heavily, a long strand of silva was connected from my cock to her lips.

"I need you, love." I told her and I saw her pout as she ran her one hand up and down my thigh.

But then she placed her hand on my ass and I was pulled forward as she took my cock down her throat once more.

I wasn't expecting it and I groaned out her name as I came. My body felt like it was fire as she swallowed it all.

This time I had to step away from her and her beautiful mouth as she just kept sucking, wanting me to get hard once more.

"Lord YN, give me a moment to catch my breath." I was leaning against the wall now that was opposite our bed.

"Don't take too long Daddy, or I may just have to finish without you." I cocked my eyebrow as I was confused but then I saw her arm move.

Dear lord, she was fingering herself as she sucked me off. I felt myself twitch as I saw her play with herself.

I wrapped my own hand around my half-hard cock, and started to jerk it, needing it to be hard again because I refuse to have my wife finish on her fingers when I am standing right here.

"Daddy," I shuddered at the way how she said my name. "Lean back baby." I told her as I removed my clothes fully this around.

She did as I asked and scooted back just a bit. I stood between her spread legs. I grabbed her legs and wrapped them around my waist.

I gripped my cock in my hand and rubbed it against her soaked pussy. I watched as her eyes fluttered and then she covered her mouth as I slammed into her.

My own mouth fell open once more at the feeling of her wrapped around me. I didn't waste any time though.

My pace was fast and brutal. The headboard was knocking against the wall and at that moment I wasn't scared about waking the kids or breaking said headboard.

Just taking my frustrations out on my wife, who was loving every single second of this. I can feel her pussy clenching tight around my cock.

By the end of the night, YN was fast asleep with my cum leaking out of her abused pussy. She was completely spent after coming and coming on my cock, and I too was asleep next to her, with a smile on my sleeping face.

YN'S POV:

Lee kept his word and stayed home the following day. I woke up to an empty bed but I found him and Owen cleaning up the living room that had all of Owen's toys on every single surface.

We even spent the day out as a family, doing the same chores that I would of usually done with out Lee.

Like grocery shopping, take Lee's uniform to the dry cleaners. Take the kids to the park, but this time we had an onduty police office with us at all times.

Lee told me when he was going into the shower that Owen asked him about the cops being outside the house. So now, Owen just waves when he sees one.

But as we were just about to leave the park, the police officer came up to Lee and was talking really fast.

I watched as he got in car and drove off. I started to panic and Lee could see it on my face and body language.

"It's okay. He got called away. Something about an accident at the Miller household."

"Is everything okay? Do you have to go in?"

"I told him to call me if he needs me but we will be fine going home, love. We aren't far from the house and Oliver was on his way over.

So we packed up the kids and Owen was talking a mile minute it seemed, but as we got closer to the house, I noticed the front door kicked in.

"Lee," YN's voice was soft as she too noticed the front door. "You're not going in there alone." YN tried to say, but I reached into the glove compartment and pulled out the gun I keep in there.

I was out of the car and already heading into our home. I felt sick when I saw the state of our home. Everything was ruined.

I didn't even have to go that far into the house to see the amount of damage they did. I heard footsteps behind me and a very recognisable voice calling out, "just me boss."

"Oliver, all hands on deck for this one," I called out from Owen's room. Looking at the massive note that was left on his wall, in what I am hoping is just red paint.

GIVE ME MY SON

Part 27 / Part 29

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#lee bodecker fic #lee bodecker x you #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker x ofc #lee bodecker series #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x female reader #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker x f!reader #the devil all the time smut #the devil all the time x reader #the devil all the time #the devil all the time (2020)#sebastian stan characters

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didiersdragon · 2 years

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@lingering-there (gratefully accepts ur candy) your wish is yours to keep~

more baby lloyd headcanons!!!

sometimes lloyd would fall asleep on couches, training room floors, kitchen table, outside, anywhere and everywhere because he would be too stubborn to admit he was tired and go to bed. whenever this happens, cole would pick him up and carry him back to bed. when they're out and if lloyd falls asleep, he would carry the kid like a baby, with his face smooshed to his chest and drool all over his shirt but cole wouldn't mind. lloyd finds out about this happening one day when cole picks him up when he isn't fully asleep and lloyd loved it. so sometimes he pretend sleeps just to make cole pick him up. cole would be oblivious but some of the other ninja notice and would only laugh fondly at lloyd's antics. i think even after tomorrow's tea, cole would continue to do this and lloyd still being the little shit he is (and also who loves his older siblings' attention too much) would fake pretend sometimes too, maybe not as much before but it still happened

during winter, lloyd would be attached to kai. like you will not find lloyd at least five feet away from kai. he's always holding onto his arm or cuddled into him on the couch and even sneaks into kai's room to sleep because he hates the cold feeling (it reminds him of when he was out alone in the streets buuut lets not get too angsty) you'd find lloyd waiting outside the bathroom when kai's inside too.

alternatively, during summer, lloyd follows zane around everywhere. he's not too close with zane and he doesn't know if the guy likes cuddling like kai. but zane is super chill about it. he invites lloyd to make cold treats like milkshakes, smoothies, popsicles and more together in the kitchen and lloyd is happy to help (and eat!) he stays by zane's side who is happy to make sure the other was cool enough.

adding to that, i do think kai gets a little grumpy bc his baby brother is spending his time as far away from him and so he complains from the door to the kitchen and zane is teasing him saying that lloyd is his little one now. lloyd jokes with him too but does end up making a special watermelon smoothie with bananas, strawberries and extra ice just for kai.

jay takes lloyd to his first con. lloyd is starry-eyed and completely awestruck the entire time by all the cool stuff going around and the cosplays too. they couldn't cosplay for that con but the next one they went to, they both go as fritz donnegan! everyone loves their costumes (thanks to nya and zane's help)

he loves forehead kisses!! it was when nya had hugged him after he was saved from the serpentine and she had given him a big hug and a familial kiss to his forehead. it made him feel so happy that he had shyly asked her again for another one when she tucked him into bed. it always made him happy bc his badass big sister would usually always be very hesitant when it came to affection but she would always make sure to place a small kiss on his head before she goes on a mission or sees him when she comes back. (*seabound spoilers* little bit of angst, but after seabound, he regret never getting one from her one last time)

in contrast to nya, kai adored affection and was never afraid to show it. it was lloyd who was hesitant at first, but after a warm cuddle after having a bad nightmare, he would always go to kai for affection. he bonded with him due to the events at the volcano as well but that kinda set it off. you'd find lloyd holding kai's hand whenever they were out, napping on his lap after training, hugging him everytime he has to go somewhere and so much more. kai was always the first to make sure lloyd understood just how much they all loved him and accepted him into their family. lloyd definitely got addicted to the affection he received and was worried that after tomorrow's tea, kai would stop with it. but kai made sure he knew that no matter how old lloyd got, he'd always be his baby bro.

despite how i always write abt kai and lloyd being the best brothers, i do think it took them a long time to reach that point. with how vocal kai had been about his distate for garmadon, lloyd thought kai hated him for it too. and that hurt him a lot bc he felt most comfortable with kai out of all the ninja. but kai-after countless conversations with nya- did learn and grow. tbh this fic perfectly describes how that whole process would be (this fic legit changed me and became one of my fav fics of all time, 100% recommend it)

okay that's it for now, i hope it's all good!! (and for more candy, perhaps ill add more.....)

#ninjago #lloyd garmadon #lego ninjago #cole brookstone #kai smith #nya smith #jay walker #zane julien #rgb siblings #they have my heart #my favourite found family <3 #baby lloyd #lloyd is a gremlin #for affection #thank you for the candy!!!

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Bunny 🐰

Eddie and y/n are heading to a Halloween party, y/n remembers a joke that Eddie made a couple weeks ago about “maybe I’ll dress as Hugh Hefner” and makes her costume a full playboy bunny, ears and tail and all. Eddie is both in awe and turned on. She forces him to the party (he’d rather be at home worshipping her) n gets jealous that boys are staring at her in her costume. She reassures him she’s all his, and tells him she’ll prove it when they get home. Eddie can’t wait.

Eddie Munson x Fem reader

Warnings; Jealous Eddie, Smut, 18+ Minors dni, possessive eddie, Eddie calls the reader bunny.

❤

"Come on baby please" you pout batting your eyes at your boyfriend Eddie. He sighs never one to resist the pout on your face and pulls you onto his knee.

"Princess, I just wanted to have a quiet Halloween" you bite your lip and settle on his knee.

"Don't you want to see the outfit I have?" he looks intrigued and nods.

"Okay, show me princess" you beam and head into your room to change into the outfit.

A few weeks ago he made a joke about being Hugh Hefner for Halloween so you made a full playboy bunny outfit, ears and tail too.

When you step out in the outfit Eddie's jaw drops and he swears.

"Fuck, you look so good, sweetheart" you sit on his knee grinning at the fact he clearly likes it judging by his erection and kiss his neck.

"When you made that joke about being Hugh Hefner it got me thinking So I made this babe"

He moans.

"You want to go out looking this good? Teasing me all night when we could just stay here and I could worship you?" Your body tingles at his suggestions and you smile.

"Let's just go for an hour? Okay?" he sighs and nods.

"Fine, one hour but I don't exactly have an outfit babe"

You look at him up and down thinking he looks so sexy.

"You don't need one, you look damn good Eds" a pink blush stains his cheeks and he kisses you as you take his hand and lead him into his van.

❤

Eddie couldn't relax at the party. From the moment he arrived with you all eyes were on you and he didn't like it.

He was never usually jealous or possessive but seeing people look at you like they wanted you so badly pissed him off to no end.

You were his and he didn't like to share.

Sensing his mood you kiss him in full view of the guys and he pulls you closer, relishing the kiss.

"Fuck" he whispers and you smile then wink at him.

"I'm all yours baby, you don't need to worry what these guys think. I love you. Only you and I will show you how much I love you later" he relaxes and really can't wait to get you home.

Just another half an hour and he can worship you exactly how he wanted.

❤

Eddie is like a man possessed when he gets you back to his and you were in his room, a tangle of limbs as you both desperately wanted to pleasure each other. Desperate for the ecstasy you both knew was sure to come.

You straddle him loving the way his hands palm your breasts and proceeds to worship them, leaving kisses and love bites all over your neck and breasts as you ride him.

His head throws back in pleasure and his hands slide to your hips as you feel your orgasm building.

"Shit, that's it bunny keep going, don't stop princess" you increase the pace, your moans mingling with one another and his fingers dig into your skin as he moans.

"Mine, mine, mine" he growls as you clench around him and your orgasm washes over you, it's neverending and it feels so fucking mindblowing.

"Yours, M' yours Eddie" you reply breathless and collapse on his chest as he comes too, spilling inside you, filling you up with his cum.

You feel very relaxed now and kiss Eddie feeling a little sleepy but he isn't done, not by a long shot.

"Oh, my little bunny, afraid I'm not finished with you quite yet, be a good girl and put the outfit back on, we've got a long night ahead of us".

This perks you up and you pull the outfit back on and grin expectantly at Eddie who smirks as he walks over to you his naked body presses against yours.

"Mine" he murmurs softly and he kisses you again.

💞

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine

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bookmaker-untaken · 9 months

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defiantly almost a mitski lyric

vyn richter x reader // to the moon au

Word Count: 1,598

Summary: If your job has taught you anything, it’s that dying pretty fucking easy. Everything else about being human, though? For the birds.

Author’s Note: I was going to beat this chapter if it was the last thing I did wether you'll liked it oR NOT. Likely OOC as hell, tbh. New at this whole thing...

The funny thing about University campuses – well, not funny ha-ha, funny annoying as hell – is that you can spend your entire tenure in your little corner without ever venturing into the other buildings. It is, for this very reason, you are standing in the Phycology Building’s pristine hallway, looking incredibly confused and narrowly avoiding being trampled.

“Dr. [Name]!” You whirl around, squinting at the young man who strides up to you, a smirk forming.

“Marius!” You give him a quick hug, guiding yourselves out of the worst of the foot traffic, ending it with a clap on his shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’re lost, Doc,” Marius teases.

“It’s not my fault the Phycology Building’s built like the little rat mazes y’all like so much,”

“Nobody does that anymore,” He says with an indulgent little smile and a roll of his eyes. “You looking for Vyn’s office?”

“Guilty,” You shrug.

It’s always weird hearing “Vyn” instead of “Dr. Richter” or “your-annoyingly-show-off-and-smug-about-it partner” (not that Marius calls him that). He always makes sure to add Doctor to your name, though – “diversity hire,” he had joked when you’d joined the team. You think he does it to piss Vyn off, but you can’t ever tell if it’s working or not.

“Did he give you directions?”

“Yeah,”

“But you weren’t listening,” Marius sneers.

“I was. I just didn’t take notes,” Marius laughs.

“Well, for starters, you’re on the wrong floor.”

“What? Well, shit,” He chuckles.

“I can walk you up, if you want,”

You glance down at your watch.

“Nah. I’m a big person. And don’t you have somewhere important to be or something?”

He checks the phone in his hand. “Well, shit.”

You laugh.

He gives you a wave, talking over his shoulder. “It’s down the hall and up two flights of stairs on the right!”

“Thanks!”

“Yeah! Bye, Doc!"

ii.

After only a few turnarounds, you reach Vyn’s office.

It’s predictably neat, clean enough to be reminiscent of a museum, save for the occasional accent – the pillow in the chair across from the desk, the papers strewn about the desk, a leaning book to cover for a missing one.

Vyn’s white lab coat lays on the back of his chair. Even now, he’s elegant, chin perched on his wrist, golden eyes scanning the holograph document. He brushes the silver hair out of his eyes slides his finger to turn the page.

“Dr. Watts,” He greets, sitting up straight.

You suddenly feel bad for shattering the little scene of comfort before your arrival.

“Dr. Richter,” You give him a two-finger salute. “You owe me lunch,”

He smiles lightly - the painted, perfect thing. “That I do,”

“Is that a new case?” You ask as he rises from the chair.

“I’m afraid it’s not nearly as interesting,” He says. “Only grading papers,”

“Yikes,” You say, as if you’ve never graded papers.

“I like it,” He says. "It’s interesting to see the generations thinking on a particular matter,”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Of course you’d say something like that,”

He simply smiles.

"And before you ask, no – I don't agree," You say. "They think just 'cause they can build a robot, suddenly means they don't have to have a conscious or empth – Wait… isn't that Marius?"

"And Captain Morgan." The two of you watch for a couple of seconds before he starts to take the handcuffs out.

"Shouldn't we ... stop him?"

"He has the bail money," You cut him a look and start to walk.

"Oh, hi, Rosa," You say, and her face relaxes in relief when she recognizes you.

"Dr. Watts?"

"You know each other?" Marius whines. "You've been holding out on me, Doc?"

"What's going on here, Officer?" Vynn asks. "Marius here is under arrest because he's a person of interest – "

"Of course," You and Marius say simultaneously - you annoyed, Marius smug.

Darius regards both of you tiredly. "For the death of Estelle Marino,"

"Oh damn," You say.

Vyn hums in agreement.

"I suppose we should come with you, considering you were going to call us already, right?"

iii.

"Oh, thank god," You say when you arrive and they already have your stuff out. "Oh, right, you've never seen a Memory Editor in person before,"

Rosa shakes her head. "I've only heard you mention it in court,"

"It's only /interesting/ in court," You say. "Now it's just a bunch of digging in trash cans,"

"They mean investigating," Vyn said.

"Right," You say. "Sure,"

"It's legal," Vyn says to Rosa's shifting.

"I'll help," Rosa says. "What are you looking for … exactly?"

While the two of them go across the apartment, you walk over and boot up the machine. It's not hard, but it's a long process, and there are a lot of little settings that could mess things up along the way.

"There we go," You say. "Now we wait,"

"Do you have to wait a lot?" Rosa asks. "I mean, I try to be forgiving, considering it's resurrecting memories from scrach, but yeah,"

Rosa looks between you and the machine. “Dr. Watts?”

“Hm?”

“What does it … “

iv.

“…Feel like?”

Like … being thrown into a pool. But it’s not a cold pool - it’s warm. But not, like, the weird kind of warm, either. And all the little bubbles rushing up are, like, feelings and - memories instead. And when you open your eyes to peer into the depths …

Who am I?

You are a beautiful woman.

Or not.

Fuck if you know.

You’ve got dark hair that falls effortlessly over your shoulders and thin blood-painted lips. A grand necklace with jewels reminiscent of the pools reflecting the night sky, held together with diamonds rivaling the constellations sits upon your slim and perfect neck. But your eyes are bloodshot and puffy and your dark mascara is smudged. You delicately raise your manicured fingers to eyes that are not yours -

“Dr. Watts -“ You jolt.

“Jesus,”

“Dr. Watts,” The voice glides over your senses like a clear stream and you swallow, hand on your chest. You are alone in the bathroom. “The time of death approaches. It will likely be gruesome,”

“No shit Sherlock,” You grumble, shaking your hands into the sink and palming at one of the plush towels. “Poisoning sounds, like, super uncomfortable!”

“Shh,” The voice reminds you, and you unwittingly clamp your mouth shut with a frown. “We wouldn’t want to alert your husband, would we?”

You toss a glare at the wall, try not to sputter over his choice of words. You brush your perfectly manicured fingers over the magazine cover, a dull feeling half love half anguish blooming in your chest. It’s sickening. Your husband is smiling, but his eyes are distant. The silk-gloved magician he is playing isn’t far from his role in your secret married life - disappearing and reappearing, disappearing and reappearing.

I’m sure you just wanted to tell me to shut up. Idly,you hover over the chocolate box given to you by that young upstart. He’s cute, but he has nothing on your man - even if said man thought so.

There was never anybody else.

There never could be.

There is no reply from the voice, but you know him - you can see, clear as day, that annoying little coy quirk of the mouth he makes that’s so frustratingly -

“Hmm?” He hums. You roll your eyes and throw a chocolate into your mouth. You can’t place the aftertaste - it’s strange. Sour. Citrus zest? No… You start to grasp at your neck. The necklace is too tight. You keep gasping for air and coming up empty.

“Help!” You’re screaming, banging on the door, but it isn’t enough.

“Help! Janus!” You’re clawing at the shared door between you and your beloved husband.

“Help! Janus! Please! Janus! I can’t - “ The hard-wood of the door peers down at you.

“Help!” You screech, falling to the floor. “Help! Vyn! Help me!”

You can’t swallow - you can’t - it’s getting dark.

Why would your husband not hear you? Isn’t he just on the other side?

It hits you, right as your vision fades to black and the door creaks open.

Ah. That’s why.

You inhale deeply, eyes darting around.

Who am I?

“[Name.]” Vyn has you by the elbow and you swallow harshly.

Rosa is absolutely terrified, big eyes blown wide.

“Uh,” You say, wetting your lips with your tongue. “That doesn’t normally happen,”

“How do you feel,” Vyn asks in a voice you know he only uses for patients and the bereaved.

“Rosa,” You try to move your arm but he doesn’t let go. Then, he does. “Can you go get me some water? Poison tastes as bad as you would expect,”

“Sure,” Rosa says, standing and smoothing her shirt. She seems happy to have something to do.

You start to stand up but Vyn stops you. “I need to check if I set something wrong - that’s not suppose to - “

“Breathe,” He orders.

And you do.

“We can talk about it now,” He says. “Or we can talk about it later,”

“There isn’t much to talk about,” You say. “I probably messed up a setting and - “

“You called my name,” Vyn says.

“And,” You say, sharply.

“And we need to talk about it. If not as colleagues, as … “

“Whatever it means to call out to somebody when you think you’re dying.”

You hate how hard it is to read his face. “…Yes,”

“I can tell you now - I don’t know Vyn.”

“You don’t have to,” He says. “But we have to talk about it.”

“We have a case,”

“That is true,” He said. “But if we don’t talk about it - I’m suspending you.”

#vyn x reader #tears of themis #to the moon inspired #link click inspired #sorry I don’t want to overwhelm those tags #fanfic #likely cross posting eventually

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