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ddollfface · 2 months

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is it possible for you to expand on the alphabet ‘H’ for yandere!athlete? I’m just curious to see the full extent of his punishment when he ‘snaps’. You don’t have to. This is my first ask so I’m just curious

— 🐏 anon

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

"I'm not feeling myself today, so it's alright if I feel you instead?"

Trigger Warnings; bad writing, lovesick behavior, manipulation, toxic relationship, love bombing, reader is called 'girlfriend', fake emotional cheating (it'll make more sense later), um I think that's it, pretty tame ngl, honestly it's shorter than my usual posts sorry(( If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ You are now 🐏!Nonny! Congratulations, you now have your own tag! I hope this is up to your standards... I kind of went on a tiny, just a tiny tangent, but what's new lol

Okay, ngl, I've been waiting for someone to ask about this, so thank you 🐏!Nonny for asking)))

Now, to the question. I would like to preface that it would be very, very, very difficult to make LoveSick!Athlete 'snap', seeing as he's a very patient person, especially with those he's close to. Growing up, he had to be patient and easygoing. He was the oldest of his siblings, so he had to be responsible; had to step up as a father figure for his younger siblings, as he never had a real dad.

He's very soft with you, always speaking kindly, and never letting his anger or annoyance get a hold of him. He wants to be the best for you, truly, but there are just some things that make people... y'know snap. Even for people like LoveSick!Athlete, who has the patience of a saint.

So, now that we know this, we have to think of a scenario of when and why you'd ever push LoveSick!Athlete over the edge; what would've you said to make him that angry?

It'd probably be something along the lines of questioning either his loyalty to you, or the caliber of his love for you, and how much he provides for you. You'd have to take away his purpose and smush it; dragging it through the mud, and spit on it. Now, that would get him going. There's one thing that LoveSick!Athlete hates, and that's someone who's ungrateful.

He's done so, so, so much for you, can't you see?

It would've started from an argument, likely you bringing up how he seems too receptive to other girls on campus, too willing with their antics. And that just didn't sit right with you. You didn't like your boyfriend, in this scenario, hanging around with girls, who you thought to be very, very, very pretty.

Of course, LoveSick!Athlete thought this to be insane, something he hadn't even thought about. Ever since the two of you started dating, he hasn't even looked at a girl, let alone thought about sleeping with one. How could you even say that?

In this scenario, I can see LoveSick!Athlete being petty and becoming flirtatious with other girls just to show you that his behavior before was nothing. If you thought that was flirtatious, then wait until you see him now. Instead of pushing the girls to the side, excusing himself before they could corner him, now he's looking the girls up and down, giving them a little smirk, leading them on. He might even set a hand on their lower back, leading them through the party, maybe even kiss her on the cheek, if you've been rather ungrateful.

Now, LoveSick!Athlete isn't enjoying this, after all, you're his one and only, but you have to learn your lesson. You have to understand that he's been so kind to you, so appreciative of your relationship. Don't you understand? He doesn't like doing this; it's a punishment.

You, seeing all of this, would obviously be distraught. You'd feel so, so, so betrayed. Where had your sweet, loving boyfriend gone? Why was he replaced by some sleazy womanizer? You'd be both sad and pissed the fuck off. You wanted him to tone it down, not multiply it by one hundred!

No matter what, even if you're angry as hell, you'll end up in LoveSick!Athlete's arms, hugging him tightly. He'll find a way to sweet talk you back to him, telling you that you're his only one, that he's just showing you that it wasn't that bad. He'll explain his public image to you; he's gotta stay on top of it, surely you understand, babe? I have no interest in those girls. They're just thinking with what's between their legs. You have to trust me.

Now, that's if you question his loyalty to you, but if you question how much he loves you (which is kinda of related to loyalty, but just ignore that), then you'll face a different type of manipulation. Mans got a whole tool belt on him (I've been waiting to say that lol).

Questioning how much he values you, your affections, your words, and your presence, will lead to love bombing. And for those who don't know what love bombing is, it's a manipulation tactic where the manipulator will use excessive affection to make their victim depend on them for love, believing that they'll only be valued by the manipulator.

LoveSick!Athlete is very familiar with this form of love since he grew up with a mama who has bipolar disorder-

(To be clear, I don't mean to say that everyone with bipolar disorder is a mass manipulator or anything. In certain people, especially mamas who are juggling an abusive marriage, two children, and postpartum all at once, it can be a lot and lead to bad behaviors. Just wanted to say that as someone who deals with a mama with bipolar disorder)

-Now, as a young adult, he's grown the habit of absentmindedly using manipulation tactics to get what he wants. It'll all start with a small argument, you'll question his lover for you, if he even cares for you. After all, he seems to be more attentive over his image than you, his girlfriend!

And all LoveSick!Athlete will do is smile at you, saying that he understands your concerns and that he'll do better. Obviously, this will confuse the hell out of you. Who responds to an argument like that? Certainly, no man you've ever dated!

Even if he doesn't realize it, he'll begin to show excessive amounts of affection after the argument. He'll constantly be giving you hugs, clinging onto you like a leach, and spamming you with messages/calls. You'll grow accustomed to the overbearing affections, allowing it to become a part of your daily life, but the moment you're used to it, he'll rip it away.

Suddenly, it's as if you don't even exist, like you're just another girl to him. Of course, he'll acknowledge you as his girlfriend, but he's no longer touching you. He's not hugging you, having an arm wrapped around you waist, nor is he holding your hand in public. It's as if he's embarrassed about your relationship. You'll begin to think that LoveSick!Athlete is cheating on you (he's not).

And this sudden behavior change is so delayed that you won't even relate it to your argument, thinking that it was a whole separate issue. And LoveSick!Athlete won't realize it either; it's just subconcious decision he made without knowing.

At some point, you'll come crawling back to him, desperately wanting the affection you used to be overwhelmed by. Of course, LoveSick!Athlete will be overjoyed, welcoming your upfront behavior with open arms. To you, this is like whiplash. Just a few days ago, he was off-putting, giving you the cold shoulder, and now he's leaning on you as if he can't stand himself, what the hell is going on?

And that's when you realize that you're not dating the most... stable individual...

Not to mention what he let his teammates do to you... but that's for another ask, yeah?

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mamayan · 4 months

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Purple nonnie here again

Darling I hope you are not tired with all these genya requests you just write him so good and oh so sweet… how about riding our sweet baby boi??? He deserves it💜

He does he does he does— Thank you for the patience ♡

♡Reward♡

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Fellow Slayer Reader

cw: NSFW • Soft Dom! Reader • Sub! Genya • Established Lovers • PIV • Whining/Begging • Praise/Overstimulation • Riding • Porn without Plot LOL • Fem! Reader

“Did you see that?!”

The unmistakable smile lighting up his features was breath taking. Genya’s dark amethyst gaze locked with yours, glittering under the setting sun and shade of the trees you’d both been training beneath. His scar is more noticeable when he grins like this, victory and accomplishment radiating off his sweaty skin.

“I did!” You nod, because his feat was no easy task, Gyomei’s training regiment nearly suicidal but it didn’t deter the ever passionate slayer Genya from going above and beyond. He’d stripped off his uniform top, only his pants tied around his thin tapered waist as he breathes deeply from his strenuous exercise. Your eyes track a trail of sweat running down his naval, catching in the dark trail of hair which leads even lower only to disappear beneath his pants.

Genya notices your attention isn’t focused on his face anymore, becoming annoyed at your lack of enthusiasm.

“Oi! If ya got time to space off, we can keep trainin’” he huffs, almost petulantly as he pouts. His sparse eyebrows pulling down as his usual frown returns.

You look back up slowly, and his face heats as you level him with a sneaky and seductive smirk. His mind racing with why you’d give him such an expression. Were you aware you were doing it?

“I was just thinking you deserve a reward, don’t you think?” The purr in your voice isn’t missed, as you step forward and he steps back. Genya begins sweating for an entirely new reason, throat bobbing as he swallows and nearly trips on a foot before his skin feels the rough bark of a tree behind him. You’d cornered him like a cat to a mouse, eyes narrowed and smile teasing as he nervously holds his hands up like a criminal caught in the act.

“H-hey—,” he tries, excitement and nervousness commingling till he isn’t sure which he feels as you press tight up against him. “I—,” he licks his lips, the pink muscle wetting the thin pink flesh as he tries to make his brain work. The scent of your perfume is messing with his mind, making him dizzy as he feels your soft body against him.

“You what? Don’t want the reward?” You’re clearly teasing him, but he feels panic and dread rise up in his gut as he quickly shakes his head in denial, his dark mohawk shaking loose and fluffing up. “No! I want it! W-whatever it is.” You nearly coo at his cute reaction, letting your cool hand lay flat against his lower abdomen and trail up until he’s trembling and red faced under your soft touch.

“You did so good Genya.” He’s melting, “You make me so proud, and I’m sure Gyomei feels the same way.” Did you want to make him cry? “I’m honored I get to call you mine.” You don’t tease him when you see his eyes begin to water, your sweet crybaby always becoming defensive when you point it out too early. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.” You’re whispering the last sentence in his ear, lips against the shell and sending tingles straight to his cock as he tenses against you.

He misses the sly smile on your lips.

As you guide him down to a soft patch of grass and strip him, slowly easing your own clothing off but at a much slower rate. Kissing down his damp neck, nipping at the tender skin where his pulse races beneath, and dragging your tongue over it after to taste him.

You look down at his flushed features, red all the way to his chest as he breathes even harder than when he’d been training. His lithe body trembling ever so slightly as he looks up at you with soft watery eyes that beg for more even a shred of attention.

“You’re a mess and I’ve hardly touched you sweet boy, are you excited for your reward?” You chuckle, running your hands freely over his chest and sinking your nails into the scared flesh as he hisses and whines at the light sting. You find the way he doesn’t flinch in battle from near fatal wounds and his terrible pain tolerance beneath you adorably juxtaposed. He doesn’t complain much more than that, lips opening and closing as if he’s not sure if begging will be in his favor or not.

When you play with his belt, acting as if it’s posing quite a problem to untie, is when he breaks.

“Please, I-I really want my reward, m-mistress!” Dew clings to his lashes as he wiggles below you, your thighs caging his hips in as he bucks for any sort of friction you’re willing to allow. His hands stay up by his head where you’d placed them early, an invisible shackle around them, tied by your command for him to “stay”.

He’s rewarded for his cute display as you seat your full weight onto his crotch, his neck becoming exposed as his head falls back and a loud moan escapes, his hips jerking as you roll your hips over his clothed lower body. He’s not even focused on how you’ve untied his belt and have begun pulling his pants down, lifting up only for a second to drag them off his thighs so you can sit again.

When he feels more heat over his cock is when his eyes open, hazy vision focused on you as he gives a shy wobbly smile.

“You’re so precious to me.” You murmur, leaning down to lay atop him as you scoot closer and lock your lips with his. He’s drowning below you, to overcome with emotion to handle so much adoration poured into him, the way your hips rock so gently against him, and how your weight seems to ground him. He wants to touch you, wants to feel you under his palms, but most of all he wants to say it back.

When you break the kiss is when the words spill like a broken dam.

“I love you I love you I love you I love you—ah!” You rock against his harder and break his chant, watching how he shakes and goes limp beautifully.

“I love you too.” And then you’re gripping his cock like you don’t love him. So tight he cries out, muscles tensing and flexing taunt as he struggles not to break your spell of obedience as you strangle his poor cock in your grip.

When you release the pressure he’s coming so hard he sees white, mouth open and tongue nearly hanging out as he struggles to pull air into his lungs as hot spurts of cum shoot from his poor swollen cock. His ruined expression precious as you kiss him softly and whisper how good he is for you directly into his ear.

You let him catch his breath before your stripping naked, his pupils dilating as he sees more and more of your skin revealed. He’s hard before you even finish, seating your self over him once again, even as he tries to sit up in confusion.

“W-what about you?” He looks adorably worried.

“Right now isn’t about me, it’s about you. Lie down.” You encourage, pressing a hand against his chest until he lays back down and stares up at you like he’s seeing a deity. “There’s my good boy, already hard again for me? Look, he’s leaking so much,” he chokes on a moan as you teasingly flick his tip, the clear fluid dribbling from the top a good indicator of how aroused he is.

“Always so good at weeping for me, aren’t you.” He’s embarrassed as you coo at his cock, biting his lip as you slide your finger over the tip and spread his earlier release and precum over the soft bulbous head. “Are you ready for your reward? Do you want me to fuck you sweet boy?” He’s nodding before you even finish, dazed expression so lax and vulnerable you can’t help but kiss him again.

He’s so pliant beneath you, but his twitching cock is hard and begging for your tight heat, as you slide him through your folds and wet him with your slick.

“Please please please please—ngh!” He’s close to another release from just feeling your folds and the heat radiating from you, so when you slide down his shaft, he’s cumming instantly. “Ah fuck, fuck—cumming!” His eyes roll back as his load spurts out into you, body growing tense before relaxing as he tearily looks up at you.

“I-I’m sorry, I came too soon, I didn’t mean—,” his warbled voice a clear indication of his ashamed actions, but you’re quick to cut him off.

“Genya.” He flinches at your tone, reddened eyes snapping up to you, “Sweet boy, this is a reward, you get to cum as much as you like. Never apologize for cumming too soon, I like you just as you are.”

He swallows thickly but relaxes, soon becoming hard again as you slowly roll your hips and continue kissing and praising him, his heart beating so quickly he fears he may die like this.

He wouldn’t mind too much.

“M-may I touch you, mistress?” He needs to feel you, wants to feel even closer, wants to climb beneath your skin and belong.

“Go ahead.” You nod, and he’s enthralled by how tight your heat grips him, feeling your textured walls swallow his cock whole and rub every inch as you sink yourself onto him over and over.

His hands are calloused and rough, sliding over your hips and up to your chest, then he’s running them over your arms and around your back where he hugs you tight. You huff a laugh as he drags you to his chest, his face nuzzling into your neck as he breathes you in, clutching you tight as he fears you might just disappear from his grasp.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you soothe, feeling his cock twitch and begin to swell inside you, “I’m right here,” your hands run through the length of his top hair, watching melt and come apart again inside you. The messy fucked out expression he wears only growing more profound as you keep riding him, his begging soon changing for more to please, I can’t take it—

His cock so drained he knows he can cum nothing else, the sloppy collection of fluid soaking his lower abdomen and thighs, his cock and balls, and your lower half. Yet still you ride him, his face twisted in pleasure and pain as he whines as a slow building pressure begins.

“Fuck, please, ah!” He’s delirious as you wipe the sweat from your face and smile, “thank you thank you thank you,” you laugh because he’s not even sure what he’s thanking you for anymore. “M’sorry, forgive me,” tumbling past his swollen parted lips, drool sliding down his chin as he feels another dry orgasm rip through him.

“Such a good boy, don’t you love when your Mistress rewards you~♡?”

He’s incoherently babbling nonsense, unable to formulate any more words as you steal his ability to think.

Dividers by the wonderful @benkeibear

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slasherlouvre · 2 years

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If this is tmi or weird I totally understand but uh: slashers with an afab fem s/o who gets extremely horny 24/7 like a whole week before her period?? I feel like a bitch in heat or smth & it drives me crazy every single month 🙃 (ty!)

Not at all, nonnie! Idk how common this is, but I 10000% relate, so I know exactly how it can be! 😭 Hope these help you to feel better, sweetheart 💓

Slashers with a fem! AFAB s/o who gets extremely horny before her period (18+)

Included: Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt 🌻

- lord have mercy, this man can peel a person's face off without feeling a thing, but as soon as you tell him about how your body makes you feel before your period (AND FOR AT LEAST A FULL WEEK???), he is turning 13 different shades of red

- this man is so selfless for you in every way though, so when you warn him beforehand he's already unselfishly deciding to help you through it any way you'd like him to without expecting you to 'return the favor'

- is worried about 'taking advantage' of you in this state even when you assure him you completely want him without a single doubt

- Thomas just feels SO GUILTY about feeling good when he thinks you should be the only one feeling good during this time

- 2 words: body. worship.

- you're his everything, and there's never a time he'll have you doubting how much he adores every part of you, but he is especially adamant about worshipping your body on these weeks

- needs to make sure you know just how overwhelmingly thankful he is you allow someone like him to touch you in the first place

- he's going to eat you out every morning like a man devout to make sure you start the day in bliss

- not really a fan of quickies just because he wants to take his time with you and make you feel special and loved

- however, if you seek him out throughout the day when everyone else is busy/away for a while (and you clearly want him very badly), he could never dream of denying you

- has the patience of a saint with you, so if you like to be a tease when you're in the mood it's pretty amusing to see him try to keep calm if you're around the family

- if you tease him throughout the entire day or playfully refuse to let him touch you until the day's over and you both settle for the night, be prepared for the fuck of your life

- will muffle your moans by either swallowing them with deep kisses, slipping a finger or two past your lips to have you suck, or just completely place one of his large hands over your mouth

- wants to be discreet when having sex, mostly out of respect to you, but he'd also be extremely angry if Hoyt ever heard and made vulgar remarks in your direction the next day

- (even if at that point you're going to feel too drunk on the pleasure coursing through you to even care)

- he knows you rile him up on purpose, and he loves that you find him that desirable to do so in the first place, but he still feels awful the next morning thinking he was too rough with you

- he really only ever wants to treat you tenderly with slow sensual sex, but when you give him that lazy blissed out expression of satisfaction, and tell him you want him all over again he feels his heart swell uncontrollably

- you have this man tied around your little finger and he's not ashamed about it in the slightest

- if you thought his need to perform acts of service for you was immense before, it's triple that once you do get your period

- if he can help it, he's not letting you move a single muscle

- will huff at you to stay in bed and sleep off the pain and exhaustion

- he still feels the weeks prior to your periods are far too favorable for him despite you wanting him to fuck you until he's shooting blanks, so he really wants to take care of you after it all (as if he wasn't already)

- will literally never understand how wonderfully he takes care of you

- overall, he's everything you could want and need, but finding opportunities to be intimate may prove difficult with the other Hewitt's around

OG Michael Myers 🎃

- i'm sorry (y/n), he's completely using it against you

- if you give him special permission during this time to take you whenever and wherever he wants, he's definitely taking advantage of it

- will suddenly bend you over whatever's closest and roughly remove the clothes covering your pussy before he's shoving his cock inside

- likes supporting your weight to fuck you against walls while you cling to him completely at his mercy

- oh, but don't think he's going to make it easy on you either, this is Mikey after all

- Michael's a wild card in the sense that you'll never be sure whether he's going to fuck you stupid or torment you by denying his touch

- he gets this sick thrill at seeing how badly you want and need him and he takes full advantage of that

- will literally watch you desperately finger fuck yourself or hump a pillow for any sort of relief until you're in tears and still not have mercy on you

- completely gets off on knowing he's the only one able to provide you with the deliverance you need so desperately that it has you writhing like a bitch in heat for him

- power plays turn him on like nothing else and you've willingly given him all the power the weeks before your periods

- if he's feeling 'nice' he'll let you cockwarm him on the couch while you watch tv or something, but he's going to have a firm grip on your hips which serves as a warning that if you so much as fidget or roll your hips once he's pulling out

- either makes you ache half the week until he finally fucks you proper, or edges you for several days before he lets you have your first thorough release that week

- when he's being especially heinous he won't let you touch yourself at all because he wants to be the only one able to give you relief (you swear he's jealous of your own hand)

- his methods are cruel to you in the moment of course, but your most pleasure inducing orgasms will be on these weeks after he finally has mercy on you

- don't worry, he riled himself up in the edging process quite a bit too, so he'll make it all up to you in the following days

- you'll be placed in several mating presses as he jackhammers into you like a wild animal to be as deep as physically possible before he's finally cumming inside you

- don't be surprised when you orgasm from feeling him ejaculate alone after all the time he spent making you work for it

- his new committment will be to overstimulate you as much as he can, but considering days prior, it's the opposite of a problem

- he expects you to give him lots of soft affection like kisses and cuddling once you get your period to show your 'gratitude' for all the 'work' he did, but really he just wants an excuse to be softer with you without having to admit it

- plus, your poor pussy is going to need the break after everything Michael put you through

- for the most part, an absolute menace; he may just make the week worse, but it's all worth it in the end

Bo Sinclair 🧢

- immediately has a wolfish grin plastered across his face when you tell him

- having you desperately horny for him for an entire week before your period inflates his ego SO MUCH

- he's a teasing bastard, but not nearly as bad as Michael

- he actually ends up keeping track of your cycle better than you do which is kind of funny

- likes to tease you verbally the most because of how heated his southern drawl gets you

- he’ll lowly say things like, “Does m’pretty doll need t’be filled with my cum again already?” and, “Now darlin’, if I didn’t know better, I’d say y’looked downright flustered right now” against your ear while his brothers are nearby and you have to try to remain unfazed

- if your neck and ears are sensitive, he'll randomly nip at your skin when you least expect it, to try and pull a moan out of you

- gets off to feigning ignorance and making you say exactly what you want from him (especially if it embarrasses you)

- but while he adores riling you up, he can’t hold back from giving you what you so sweetly plead for for very long (especially when it’s exactly what he wants too)

- he loves feeling needed and being the only one able to help you find relief, so begging and shamefully pressing yourself against him has his dick swelling almost immediately

- Bo is extremely turned on by quickies, especially when there’s a potential risk of the two of you being caught by one of his brothers, so he’ll keep you more than satisfied throughout the week

- he doesn’t actually want his brothers seeing what’s so obviously his and his alone, but it still admittedly excites him

- he’s quite talkative during sex too, telling you things like, “When’d such a sweet thing like you turn into such a whore for me, hm?” and “Doin’ so good, gonna give ya exactly what good girls deserve- just a bit more, (y/n)” while you’re nothing but a twitching whiny mess, too fucked dumb to make coherent moans under him anymore

- he makes up for the teasing by overstimulating you every time

- there's just something about having your arms and legs violently tremble as they're tightly wrapped around him that turns him wild

- LOVES seeing your teary blissed out expression and hearing you choke back sobs from feeling so good

- will gently coo at you in a teasing manner as he kisses away the tears, and continues to relentlessly pound into you

- even if the two of you don't want kids, he has a massive breeding kink, and will sleep for the night entirely bottomed out in you if you let him

- there's a 50/50 chance your still fluttering walls are going to make him hard again, though

- once you do get your period, Bo can be pretty easily persuaded to sleep in with you most mornings

- you’re definitely going to need the well deserved rest after fucking like rabbits the entire week

- he spends most of the time you’re taking it slow on your period to catch up on the work you distracted him from all those days, but he does check in on you now and again

- overall, deciding which of the two of you is horniest during the week before your period is highly debatable, but you're guaranteed to be sated

Vincent Sinclair🕯

- when you first told him, he was very glad to be wearing the mask on account of his flushed expression, but he still accidentally dropped one of his tools at the revelation causing him to drop his composure momentarily

- before this point you'd been intimate, but he'd always made love to you

- he still hadn't quite worked up the nerve to take you roughly despite how he may have thought about it,,

- you'll have to ease him into this new side of you, but he's only nervous about disappointing you somehow

- he comes around quite quickly after the first few times, especially with how beautiful you moan and beg for him to manhandle you a bit more

- your sex drive is certainly fervent during the weeks before your periods, but he's always awestruck that he's the one making you feel that way

- no matter how many times you press yourself flush against him and gently bite his neck or reach down to squeeze his dick to signal you need him, his breath hitches at the feeling

- he feels as though he doesn't deserve such a divine privilege bestowed upon him by you, being who he is, so he entirely dedicates himself to your pleasure

- will eat you out for hours and sensually massage your body with his large hands as he does until you practically black out

- cockwarming is one of his favorite ways to delve into both physical touch and quality time together during this time

- he obviously spends quite a while in the basement, so when he finds himself sitting for a long period of time he's more than happy to sink you onto his lap and let you wrap yourself around him/rest your head on his shoulder as he works

- fortunately, Bo doesn't really come down to this part of the house, so you both have plenty of time to give into each other without the added risk

- as you spur his confidence, he becomes increasingly bewitched with this side of you, worshipping every part of your body and intensely memorizing the way your face contorts in pleasure for him

- the artist in him can't help but want to permanently immortalize you this way through wax sculptings, paintings, and sketches

- if you consent, he takes out the camcorder to record you under him in these moments, writhing and panting, taking him so beautifully to the point of tears

- he rewatches these videos often, both for artistic reference, and to shamelessly relive the moments

- despite the fierce sex sessions that leave you with his mark carnally left behind on your skin in intense shades, he's still a complete romantic, and he's adamant about not letting you forget it (as if you could)

- once you get your period, this man is constantly fretting over your comfort, and refusing to let you do a thing until you get after him

- cramps? he's already leaving to get you water and a pain pill. want to get up to take care of something? too late, he's already on it. sad? you're immediately wrapped up in his arms.

- enjoys coaxing you into the bathroom for candlelit baths to soothe your aching body and wash your hair

- he's not put off by the blood in the slightest, so he's more than willing to have period sex if you'd like him to relieve your cramps that way

- Bo gets annoyed with him for 'babying' you so much, but he couldn't care less; why wouldn't he treasure the love of his life who cares for him just as much??

- all in all, he'll have you wishing you got your period more than just once a month

Lester Sinclair 🦝

- Lester is in a perpetual state of bliss

- sure he's a man and has desires, but he never actually thought someone could yearn for him to such an aching extent

- he's turned on of course, but more than anything, he's in awe

- having you come onto him so shamelessly at all hours of the day is something he'll never be able to get used to on these particular weeks; it never fails to catch him off guard, and leave him breathless no matter how many times you do it

- he'll be casually telling you about his day as he fiddles with a task when you suddenly slip your hands under his shirt from behind and languidly run them up his middle to grope at him

- if he's distracted watching tv, his entire face turns red when you swiftly straddle his lap and begin needily rolling your hips against him

- he's dropping everything in seconds after his mind finally catches up to his erratically racing heart

- this man just wants to please you, and he's not looking for you to give him anything in return either

- so when you make a point by spoiling him back for being so good to you, he becomes putty in your hands

- seriously, he's so eager to please you in any way you'd like; he feels good when he makes you feel good

- it's times like these he appreciates not sharing a home with his twin brothers the most, and he loves the fact that you can both be as loud and as unabashed as you want without worrying about others being around

- he'll sometimes still mid thrust within you because he becomes so entranced with your heavenly image sprawled beneath him; your face heated, your skin glistening with a layer of sweat, the desperate way you whine and pant and cry for him. He can't help it, you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and you're his

- he knows you're not completely in control of your libido on these weeks, that it must be frustrating for you at times to be so riled up for so long, but he can't deny how much he loves this side of you

- it's a pleasure for him of course, but most of all, having you in his life and being the one you trust and love enough to be able to take you this way is a privilege he never takes for granted

- he may not have a breeding kink per se, but he can't deny the overwhelming need to stuff you full of his cum to satiate his needy 'sweet pea'

- the type of man to thoroughly eat you out and kiss you full on the lips right after; things like that could never bother him

- unless you specifically request it of him, he will always default to making passionate love to you during this time; he knows you'll be burning for him for at least a week, and he doesn't want to end up overexerting your body that will feel worse once you get your period

- when you do get your period, this man is constantly by your side; he has a stash of your favorite snacks and treats that he always makes sure to prepare beforehand

- he also makes sure to stock up on pain pills and your preferred sanitary products when he goes on a food run so you don't have to worry about it

- he'll let you get up to move around and take care of tasks, but if he thinks he should be doing it instead he's distracting you with a kiss and steering you straight back to bed to relax

- the BIGGEST cuddler; he's seriously perfect if you get cold from losing so much blood because he'll wrap himself entirely around you and keep you warm

- you'll never feel sad with him around either, he has plenty of funny stories and jokes to keep you smiling and laughing

- in conclusion, you cannot go wrong with this man; top tier sex and top tier period care

Jason Voorhees 🪓

- this new side of you terrifies him at the beginning

- he had been very reluctant to touch you at all during this time because he was afraid it was just a feeling you couldn't control, and therefore he didn't want to 'take advantage' of you

- he just isn't used to such sensual desire directed so intensely at him, so you'll have to try to take it slow and understand where he's coming from

- as your relationship progresses, he becomes more comfortable, but don't expect him to fuck you with wild abandon during these particular weeks because he won't

- if you're going to want him inside of you constantly for at least seven whole days, he's making sure he doesn't end up seriously hurting you by the time your period comes around, and you've calmed down enough to start feeling any unnecessary pain that resulted from so many fiercely intimate sessions

- that being said, he's more than happy to indulge you tenderly, but if you begin to get ahead of yourself while riding him or start to uncontrollably whine and beg for him to manhandle you, he'll deny you and maybe even pull out of you altogether in favor of taking you to the lake to cool off and distract you

- you'll be surprised by how good you end up feeling when you're laying down, and he begins to massage your shoulders and back until all of your tension is turned into delightful bliss

- he's not opposed to heavy make out sessions or groping, he's just worried about himself getting carried away when he's actually inside you and you're adamantly working away at his resolve with your overly eager hips

- he just feels like if he gives in to you during this time, he won't be able to control himself the rest of the week you pounce on him

- he'll engulf you with his weight during sex at this time so you have less control of the situation, and he can maintain the deep languid pace he wants to give you

- not enough to hurt you of course, but you'll be satisfyingly trapped beneath him as his cock continuously kisses your cervix with deep, patient thrusts despite your frenzied mewls and thrashing for more

- he makes it up to you after you fully recover from your period, don't worry

- if cockwarming is something you like to do when you settle down to sleep, he'll wrap you up in his arms and bottom out in you; comfortingly running his hands through your hair and across your back in a soothing manner

- once you do get your period, he's fretting over you like a mother hen; don't even bother fighting him on it

- he's not the best with period care, it's all pretty new to him, so he cares for you mostly through acts of service and quality time

- taking care of tasks you normally do, insisting you sleep in on mornings, being extra attentive and protective of you during this time

- even if you explain it helps to ease your cramps, he won't have sex with you on your period

- it's not because he thinks it's gross, he's just genuinely shaken up at the sight of you bloodied; it makes him think of losing you, and his mind isn't kind with the possibilities given his background

- if you become downcast, he'll feel just as crestfallen, he can't help it

- he doesn't know what more to do to help you in this case besides hold you affectionately, but his bear hugs comfort you more than he realizes

- overall, he's a bit inexperienced with period care, and you'll have to forgo rough sex till after your period, but he genuinely cares about you

Bubba Sawyer 🔆

- oh god, you're going to cause his poor heart to give out entirely from how easily flustered he becomes at the sudden lustful intensity directed at him

- he may never get used to the fact that someone genuinely desires him

- unfortunately, he won't be able to indulge you much during the day; he feels badly about it, but he's very committed to his responsibilities and he'd rather not be at the receiving end of Drayton's wrath

- does privacy even exist in the Sawyer household??

- he does, however, let you drag him away in order to take much needed breaks now and then; usually setting you on his lap while you both relax on the swinging bench out front and drink sweet tea in between plenty of kisses

- if you wear dresses long enough to cover your laps, he likes to bounce you on his cock discretely while you pretend to be partaking in nothing more than innocent cuddling

- he can easily tell the difference between your usual kisses and the kisses you press against him on the weeks before your periods because they're much needier, and he swears the heat behind them linger on his skin more noticeably than the Texas sun

- it's easy to rile him up with kisses alone; his libido is normally quite high, and he frequently finds himself wanting to whisk you off your feet to find a secluded area for a while

- so against his better judgement, you can manage to seduce him into a couple of quickies throughout the day

- there's certainly a thrilling aspect that comes with sneaking off, but he's still filled with nervous energy at the prospect of his brothers stumbling upon the both of you

- more than anything, he doesn't want to shame you; he'd never forgive himself if they were to taunt you for being so keen to have him in you, that it coudn't wait till you got to the privacy of your shared room

- he's just not strong enough to resist the alluring way your eyes peak out from beneath your lashes; a look he's learned very well over the course of your relationship, especially when paired with teasing rolls of your hips or playful nips at his neck and ears

- come nightfall, once you're both free to indulge in each other personally, he's all yours

- more than anything, he wants to please you, especially after explaining how frustrating it can be to feel the way you do before your period

- he tries to be gentle, to focus on you receiving rather than him, but it's not uncommon for him to begin powerfully chasing his high once it feels too good (not that you mind of course, it feels amazing for you too)

- when you get your period, he's a bit of a mess in all honesty

- squawking and whining nervously at seeing you in pain, especially if your cramps tend to be on the stronger side

- you'll have to comfort him most likely; assuring him you'll be okay, and coaxing him to settle down and just cuddle you if nothing else

- in these cases, Drayton could be threatening your poor Bubba with a broom to get up and work while his other brothers laugh at him, but he refuses to let go of you until you're at least sound asleep

- will not agree to period sex

- he's not fazed at all by blood and gore of course, but seeing you bloody makes him very upset, even if he knows it's unreasonable because you're not actually injured

- very overprotective of you during this time, and will fuss at you to let him take care of all the things you try to get up for

- and if you cry due to your hormones?? He's crying with you; desperately cupping your face to give you comforting kisses and rocking you back and forth against his chest until you settle and feel better

- in short, he may not be much help while caring for you during your period, but he certainly indulges you when you need it most

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atinystaypixie · 8 months

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Hey fav-🦋

Jealous Eren x reader

With some angry sex 😵‍💫

HI MY 🦋 NONNIE! THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE WITH ME🫶🏽🫶🏽 I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS🥰

WC: 1.5k (not fully proofread)

CW: public-ish sex, reader using the boys to make Eren mad, reader being bratty

"Zeke." The immediate pause in the air from the calm coldness of Eren speaking his brother's name sent chills down your spine. He didn't expect to come back from running around with Connie and Jean to find his shirtless brother wrapped around his barely covered girlfriend. Said girlfriend who was wearing a mini bikini with every inch of her skin exposed.

To anyone else it was an innocent act, it looked as if he was simply teaching you how to throw a baseball. But Eren knew his brother, he knew his brother never did anything in favor of others. So if he was teaching you how to throw out the "kindness of his heart", he was really doing it because he had self gain from it. Eren saw how his brother took in your body. Eyes scanning you from head to toe. Breasts to hips. The only reason he wanted to "teach" you was because he could touch you and feel you.

Zeke knew he had been caught and he wasn't going to fight Eren about it. It was already hot on the beach and his plans for the day didn't include rolling in sand and fighting his brother. His only agenda was to touch on your exposed skin and considering he had been "teaching" you about pitching for a minute he was satisfied.

"Oh, Eren. Looks like you're back. I'll leave Y/n to show you the skills she's learned from me." He moved his hands off of you and pushed his shades up the bridge of his nose. Eren's mug didn't leave him until he was completely away from you and walking away. You knew the tone in Eren's voice, but you couldn't place why he was using it.

"Rens, what's wrong?" You step closer to him and cup his face.

His eyes are still relaxed in a mug and his lips are pressed in a thin line as he grabs your wrist that is near his face. "If I fucked you right here, it would make you the slut that you keep acting like." His words make you gasp.

"Eren!-"

"Shh. Come with me." He kisses your palm before pulling you away from the crowded beach. Eren's face held not a single emotion as he dragged you away ignoring your protests and words thrown at him.

He dragged you to an area and locked the door. "Eren, what is wrong with you?!"

"You wanna explain what you and Zeke were doing." He questions.

"He was just teaching me how to pitch-" He turned you around with your back to his chest. He runs his hands down your arms and wraps them around your waist while grinding his bulge into your ass.

"This feel like I'm teaching you something?" He leans forward bending you as he goes. His dick rubbing against your thinly covered cunt. It causes you to moan softly. "Exactly what he was doing with you. And you didn't think to move." Eren snatches your bra down letting your tits spill out, then pulls the string at your bottoms causing it to fall off your hips. "Of course you're already wet. This for me or my brother?" He asks as he runs his fingers up and down your folds collecting your slick.

Your voice is whiny, "Rennie, you know it's for you." Your hands grip at the wall as you push back on his hand. A sharp smack stings your ass when his hand roughly collides with it.

Eren pulls you back up by your neck, placing his lips next to your ear. "You take what I give you. Be fucking still." He guided you to lean back over to the wall as he slid his shorts down. Rubbing the head of his dick against your entrance before pulling back and tapping it on your ass cheek. His precum and the mix of your wetness spreading on the spot as an act of him claiming you.

Lining himself back up with your hole, he spits where his tip and you meet. "You're mine. Let me catch you that close to anyone else and see how fast I bend you over in front of them. Everyone will know what a little whore you are for me." Eren slams into you without warning. The intrusion knocking the breath out of your lungs.

Eren grabs both of your arms and locks them behind your back. The only thing holding you up is his large frame and strength. After giving you time to adjust, he pulls back and rocks back into you harshly. A grunt leaving his lips as your wetness covers his dick with each thrust. The stretch and force of his thrust forcing you to let out loud moans.

"Shut up unless you want someone to hear. But it seems like you wouldn't mind that." He feels your pussy clenching at his words. The thought of others hearing what you're doing causing adrenaline to flow and your pussy to leak more. "My little slut." Eren wraps a large hand around your throat again and forces your head back. Your lips are already parted as you continue to moan from his rough thrusts. This gives him room to spit in your mouth and give you a nasty kiss. His tongue flicking inside your mouth, swirling with yours as your salivas mix. Eren could feel your moans vibrating through the kiss and his hand as he squeezed your neck.

He applies pressure where he has your arms folded behind your back. The weight causes your back to arch and for him to hit deeper. "If I ever see you do that shit again, I'm fucking you in front of everybody. I don't care where we are." His words are gritted out as he continues beating your walls in. "You. Understand. Me." Each word punctuated by a hard thrust. Your moans hiccuping from the force.

"Rennie! Yes, yes, yes I get it! Fuuuckk!" Tears are falling from your eyes. The mix between him fucking you and choking you making it hard to breath and your mind blank. The only thought and feeling you have are him against your skin and deep inside of you. "Rennie please! Gonna cum. Please!" You're begging for him to let you release. You know if you cum without his permission the punishment will be worse. The clamping of your pussy around him causing his balls to tightening.

Eren always gives in when he hears your begs and pleads for him. You would take his dick so well and cry so prettily for him in the process. He would let you release and coat his dick in your cum. That's what Eren would do if he still wasn't furious that you were letting another man, let alone his brother, fondle you in the middle of the beach.

He pulls out of you and forces you to your knees. "No. Little sluts don't get to cum." He's stroking his cock with speed and he watched you protest with tears in your eyes. His light moans combining with your cries for him to not be mean and let you cum. Eren's dick twitches as he gives it a final tug. The milky white substance releasing from his tip landing on your face and tits as he groans out.

You sit on your knees and let him cover you. Still in shock he actually came and didn't let you finish. Eren rarely if ever doesn't let you cum. You really messed up.

"I would see if you were some naive little bimbo, baby. But you been fucking with me since we left the house. Touching on Connie, laughing with Jean, and then letting Zeke be close to you? You think I'm stupid? I know what you were doing. Now be a good little slut for me and go back out to our friends so we can enjoy the rest of the trip. I'll deal with you properly when we get home." Eren's voice is calm and collect which is what scares you most. He isn't smiling at you with a toothy grin, there isn't any sympathy in his voice. You really made him mad.

The choices you made for the day were replaying in your head. You were weighing if the consequences were really worth all the trouble you were in and about to be in when you got home. All because Eren said he wasn't going to drive to the store before you left the house to buy you another pair of shoes. You were being a brat and randomly decided you didn't like the color of the three pairs you were already bringing for the one day trip. Ever since then your attitude had spiked and Eren had been trying to be patient with you.

Walking out of the cabin booth you two were in, you bump into Zeke. "Looks like you didn't rub your sunscreen all the way in." His comment makes you falter in your step as he continues walking past you. Eren is a few steps ahead of you and smirking to himself. He knew his brother didn't actually think it was sunscreen. He knew you were dazed out and forgot to wipe his cum off of you. It was showing you off as his even if you thought you could act up on him for the day. Now you are embarrassed and trying to rush and clean yourself off before you got back to the rest of the crew.

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Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin - 🧚🏽‍♀️

🦋 Nonnie i hope you enjoyed this! I had to do something related to summer because i realized i have done nothing summer time at all lol

Yall im still shy with my writings so i really thank you for the love and feedback🥹💜

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sleepysnk · 2 years

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Heyy, congrats to 7k omg! You deserve it love!!! I‘m so happyy

I’d like to propose breeding w/ Kakashi if that is ok…

I hope you take good care of yourself 💞

Ps: whoever chose overstimulation w/ rock lee; I like you sm

And of course I love you too ☀️

a/n: hi! thank you so much for requesting for my event :)! i appreciate your kind words as well, nonnie. i hope you’re taking care of yourself as well and i love you too!! i hope you enjoy this 🤍

pairings: kakashi hatake x fem!reader

warnings: canonverse, nsfw, smut, breeding, praising, soft sex, mentions of after care.

7K EVENT: BREEDING + KAKASHI HATAKE

Kakashi’s hips rutted against you at a vigorous pace. The sound of skin slapping against one another filled the air around you. He was focused on your pretty face down below. Your mouth was parted open with his name coming from your throat. You sounded like heaven while he fucked your abused cunt.

It had been quite some time since the two of you had been intimate with each other.

Kakashi, being the busy Jonin he was, had been on many missions over the past few weeks. You were also doing your own solo missions, so neither of you had much time to spend with one another. Kakashi also had his team to monitor and take care of. It was always one of you was busy, or both of you were occupied with something. You honestly missed him a lot, and Kakashi felt the same way about you. He craved your touch, your calming voice, everything.

As much as he missed you, he had things to take care of, and so did you.

However, tonight was the one night you two were finally in each other’s presence. Both of you seized the moment as soon as you saw one another. Kakashi seemed almost as desperate as you were to get your clothes off. He practically tore your top off the second you laid down on the bed before him.

Once you were fully undressed, he took his time with your body.

Kakashi kissed and stroked at every inch of your skin as if it were a delicacy to him. You always adored such small affections from him whenever the two of you were intimate. His patience was something you adored about your boyfriend. He wasn’t the type to rush any intimate moment with you. He made sure you felt loved, because, in his opinion, you deserve the best type of treatment from any man; especially him.

You weren’t sure how many times you came that night, but Kakashi still had yet to reach his high. At times, his pace was relentless to the point where you’d lose your mind from how much he was hitting your g-spot. There were also times where his pace was slow and tender. If he was slowing down, Kakashi would lean down and kiss you. You always loved how sweet his lips tasted whenever you kissed.

However, right now, Kakashi’s pace had picked up.

You were extremely fucked out. Your hair was sprawled along the mattress, sweat trickled down both of your bodies from how warm the room had become, and your lips were glossy from the drool that had pooled inside of your mouth. Your body felt exhausted from the many orgasms that had occured in the last hour.

To Kakashi, you looked so gorgeous lying down beneath him like that. He always loved seeing how pretty you look while he was fucking you.

You also thought he looked quite handsome. His once well-kept ash-colored hair was now messy and the strands were tossed around. He was also sweating like crazy. The apples of his cheeks were a light tint of pink, and his lips were puffy from sucking on your clit prior to fucking your brains out. The deep groans that vibrated his throat sent your brain into a frenzy. You were always a huge fan of Kakashi’s voice during sex. He was always so great at dirty talking to you.

Smirking, Kakashi squeezed at the plush of your thigh. He had your legs wide open so he could reach further into your cunt. Your eyes practically popped open when the tip of his cock brushed up against your g-spot.

Your cries grew louder from his thrusts. It only encouraged him to keep going. Your pleasure was the only thing he wanted to see. “You like that baby..? You feel so f-fucking good, sweet girl,” he used his left hand to brush against your belly. His touch sent shivers along your body.

You nodded your head vigorously to answer his question. You trailed your hands up towards his muscular shoulders. His muscles flexed beneath your fingertips from your touch. “Oh, Kakashi! Right there.. fuck..” you squeezed at his shoulders from the pleasure.

He loved the way his name rolled off of your tongue. You always had such a way of turning him on when it came to your voice. Fuck, he loved you so fucking much.

The knot inside of his stomach was beginning to show itself. Kakashi had been longing to reach his orgasm all evening, and he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. He hadn’t had a climax in so damn long. There were many times where he almost fucked his fist while he was on missions to the thought of you, but he never had the open chance. You always thought about him, and he always thought about you. He didn’t want to be away from you ever again.

He leaned towards your ear. His breath fanned against your skin, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. “Where do you want me to cum, princess..?” he nibbled on the shell of your ear after he asked the question.

Your eyes widened at his inquiry. Kakashi hadn’t ever asked you before, but you weren’t weirded out by all means. “I-Inside me, please..” your voice came out more like a beg. Kakashi practically twitched inside of you at how pretty you sounded.

He sat up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Oh, yeah? You want my cum inside you, princess?” his pace began to pick up as his orgasm grew closer, “You want me to put a baby in you..?”

Your walls fluttered around his cock at the sound of his words. The pure thought of being filled with his cum made butterflies swarm inside of your stomach from how erotic it sounded.

It took you a moment to gain some composure, but you eventually were able to respond to your boyfriend and his request. “Y-Yes..! Put a baby inside me, ‘Kashi..” you wiggled your hips upward so you could feel more of his cock.

Your words practically melted into Kakashi’s mind. He wanted to fill you up so fucking badly that he’d do it twice if he could. Your sopping walls were sucking his cock in so well, and you felt so perfect around him. He could fuck you all damn day if he had the chance. He wanted nothing more than you at that moment.

Kakashi felt his dick twitch inside of you. He was so close to reaching his high. He had felt so full for the past few weeks. He couldn’t imagine putting his cum anywhere else but inside of your pussy.

“I’m gonna cum.. fuck! I’m gonna cum so fucking deep inside y-you, princess..” he groaned, “Make me a daddy, okay..?”

You looked up at him while nodding your head. Kakashi then dug his nails into your soft skin as his orgasm washed over him. A pool of heat rushed up towards your belly from his cum filling inside of you. Your walls were now coated white and Kakashi’s cock was now covered in his own seed. There was so much inside of you now, and it even surprised your boyfriend that he could spill that much into you.

After several seconds, he pulled out of your soaking cunt. He watched as his white cum leaked out of your hole. He couldn’t lie, it was a fucking sight to him. Kakashi never imagined it would feel that good to fill you up.

Lying down beside you, he placed his arms around your torso to bring your body towards his. The two of you were both exhausted and very sweaty. However, neither of you cared, you wanted to feel each other’s embrace more than anything. Kakashi couldn’t help but trace his fingers along your delicate flesh. His heart swelled at the beautiful sight of you lying against his chest.

You were truly his soulmate and he was yours.

“I love you, (Y/N), so much..”

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babyhatesreality · 9 months

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Hi I’m wondering if you are taking request?! If not that’s okay!

I have a request so it’s nap time and reader is fussy and they don’t know why! And neither does she. She just can’t get comfortable and calm her body down. So they try every trick in the book to try to get her down for her nap before it gets to late and she’s over tried!

Thank you

Hi darling nonnie! Thank you so much for your patience, I'm sorry it's literally been months before I was able to get to you. Please know that I love you and I am grateful for you <3

Everything is Too Spicy

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG themes (SSC), f!reader, reader is named (but name scarcely used), language, pet names, cranky baby, fluffity fluff fluff fluff- like even for me this one's TOOTH ROTTING.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS STORY IS SFW- THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. MINORS DNI. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, COPIED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY OTHER SITE BUT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated.

"Alright, munchkin, nap time," Papa said, slapping his hands on his thighs as he stood up from the lunch table. You wrinkled your nose and sighed dramatically. Papa chuckled as he came around to your side of the table. "I know, I know, nap time is the worst thing in the world," he gently teased, picking you up and setting you on his hip.

You looked back at the table desperately, hoping that a new reason to get out of nap time might suddenly make itself known as Papa began to walk towards your room. Your eyes landed on the empty dishes. "Um...but WAIT!" you yelled.

Steve pinched his lips together, trying not to laugh. He'd been counting in his head since he picked you up to see how long it was going to take this time to try to weasel out of a nap. He'd only gotten to seven. "Yes, my love?" he asked, an amused look on his face as he only slowed his pace- never stopping.

"Gotta make sure that Daddy eats lunch, Papa! Daddy can't be hungry. If you put me down, I will go check."

"Daddy's eating his sandwiches in the office, lovebug. I brought him lunch before I came to get you from your playroom."

"Um...but what if he needs ANOTHER sammich?"

"I brought him three. He's good."

"But I should CHECK."

"Nice try. Nap time."

You sighed heavily again, grumbling a little as you laid your head on Steve's shoulder. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at you as he walked into your room. He gently pulled your covers back and laid you down, noting that you held onto him until the last possible second. It was only then that he noticed that you were definitely making your 'upset' face, not your 'grumpy' face. "What's the matter, Princess?" he said, sitting next to you and brushing your hair back from your face. "What's got my baby upset?"

You bit your lip, fidgeting for a second, then held Jellybean up to your face so you couldn't see your Papa. "I mad at me," you said quietly.

He wasn't expecting that. "You're mad at... you?" he repeated, not entirely sure he heard you correctly. When you nodded, still not looking at him, he scooted a bit closer to you. "Why are you mad, baby?"

"Because I played today and wasn't wif you instead and now I gotta take a nap and be not wif you again," you said in a tiny voice, pouting behind your bunny.

Steve's heart glowed inside his chest at your words. He knew you too well to think that you were making this up. You were genuinely upset because you were already missing him. He gathered you up and cuddled you into his arms again. "Well, I tell you what," he said in his softest Papa voice. "How about I cuddle with you right now while you take your nap?"

You peeked out at him from behind the safety of Jellybean. "You stay wif me?" you asked innocently, really hoping it was true. Steve smiled his best smile at his best girl.

"You betcha, baby," he said, snuggling you and pulling you in so he could scoot himself onto your bed. You squealed with joy, making Jellybean dance around with happiness. He chuckled for a moment, letting your express yourself, but then started running his fingers down your cheek to calm you down.

"Hold on there, peanut," he said. "I'll stay with you but you know the nap time rules."

You nodded vigorously. "Eyes shut, stay onna bed, no toys in bed, no singin', and no gettin' up 'cause I want to," you repeated, anxious to show off your knowledge of the rules. Steve smiled proudly (and also a little bit because he was remembering WHY you had all those very specific nap time rules...you certainly were one for mischief).

"Good girl. Eyes shut and sleep now, baby. JARVIS, nap mode please."

"Yes, Captain."

The windows in your room darkened and you turned towards Steve, snuggling in and shutting your eyes, like a good girl. You nuzzled Jellybean and sighed, waiting for sleep to come.

But it didn't.

After a few moments, you fidgeted a bit, trying to get comfortable. Then a few moments later, you did it again. Steve smiled to himself, feeling you flip and flop around. This was pretty typical for you- you had a lot of wiggles to get out before you could really get comfortable. But even he could feel the slight edge to them this time. After the fifth time you changed positions, you let out a tiny whine.

"What's the matter, baby girl?" Steve said, soft and low.

"I feel too wiggly to sleep, Papa."

"How about you try to get all your wiggles out at once? Do you think that could help?"

Without missing a beat, you gave it your all. You wiggled and flipped and flopped and even sat up on your knees and beat your pillow into a different shape for a good two minutes before collapsing limply at his side.

"That did not work," you said grumpily, still feeling too much to sleep. Steve once again had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at your imperious little tone.

"How about a story, huh? Do you think that might work?"

"Okay," you sighed as if the weight of the world was on your shoulders. "Can I has Mermaid please?"

"You sure can. Here we go," Steve said, cuddling you closer and waiting until your eyes were shut. He began telling the tale of The Little Mermaid in a hushed voice, using his best storytelling skills. He told of magical underwater worlds and a sweet girl who fell in love. He watched as you grew stiller and stiller, and made his voice softer and softer, until he finally said, "The End."

To his dismay, your eyes flew open immediately the second the words were out of his mouth. "Stiw too much bees inside me, Papa," you grumbled, starting to feel the effects of afternoon tiredness.

Steve was scratching his head- why weren't you going to sleep? It wasn't like you weren't trying. You hadn't had anything sugary or caffeinated, and you weren't off your normal routine. Maybe...you hadn't had enough to eat at lunchtime?

"Too many bees, huh?" he said, the not-worried part of him grinning at your unique descriptions of what you were feeling. "How about some milk, huh? Would you like some warm milk to help the bees?" It was extremely rare that you would take a bottle, but every now and then you slipped enough to need one. You rubbed your nose with the back of your hand and sniffled.

"Yes, pwease," you said quietly, holding up your arms for him to carry you. Steve had intended to leave you resting in your bed while he went to get your milk, but it was clear you didn't want to be left alone. He easily scooped you up, gently pressing your head into his shoulder. He had clocked the way your l's had turned to w's, which only happened when you were feeling vulnerable and upset. He rubbed your back as he made his way to the kitchen. He quickly made you a bottle and handed it to you. You wearily brought it up to your mouth and began drinking, keeping your tired head on his shoulder.

As Steve carefully carried you back to your room, you suddenly pointed at the office door. "You wanna see Daddy?" Steve asked you. You nodded, your mouth still occupied with the bottle. "Yeah? Maybe that will help this little baby fall asleep?" Steve gently knocked on the door, and you heard your Daddy say he could come in.

"I've got a little kitten with me," Papa said lightly. You were too achy and miserable to hear the shuffle of papers and the footsteps leading up to the door, but suddenly, Daddy was right in front of you.

"What's going on?" Bucky asked, his eyes resting on your exhausted face, surprised by the bottle. Immediately he reached out and stroked your cheek lovingly, already knowing that you were upset.

"We're having a hard time falling asleep," Steve said gently. Bucky's eyes met his for a fraction of a moment- long enough to confirm that you were honestly HAVING trouble and not MAKING trouble. "We thought that seeing Daddy might help," Steve finished, swaying you gently back and forth.

"Is that so?" Bucky said, holding his arms out to you. "You wanna come see Daddy, Trouble?" You opened your eyes, and the heartbreaking look on your face caused his insides to clench for you.

You whined again, wanting to try something new but also not wanting to move at all. They understood, and Steve carefully transferred you to Bucky's arms. The cool metal and familiar whir of the vibranium arm plates was soothing, and you nuzzled into Bucky's neck, dropping your bottle. Steve caught it with his lightning quick reflexes before it hit the ground and upset you even more. "Aw, what's the matter with the little kitten, huh?" Bucky murmured into your ear.

"Evewyting is too spicy, Daddy," you slurred back, the tiredness really catching up to you now. You wanted to cry but you didn't even have the energy to do that. Your poor tired brain simply would not shut down.

Bucky's eyebrows flew into his hairline at your proclamation. "Spicy?" he mouthed at Steve so as not to upset you. "What did you feed her?!"

Steve rolled his eyes. "It's how she feels, she can't find the right words," he mouthed back. Bucky nodded once in understanding, but then his eyes narrowed a bit.

"You sure?" Bucky mouthed back. Steve gave him his patented 'come on man' look.

"Unless it was peanut butter and jelly laced with jalapenos, yeah, I'm sure," Steve mouthed back sarcastically. Bucky had the grace to look abashed for three seconds.

"Sorry," he mouthed back. Steve shook his head, but smiled. Bucky could definitely get a little crazy and overprotective with you which made him not always think straight.

Bucky turned his full attention to you. "How about if Daddy walks you around a bit, huh? Wanna try that?" Your answering whimper broke his heart again, and he headed right for the living room. Knowing where he was going with this, Steve murmured to JARVIS to dim these windows too, and the AI complied immediately.

Bucky cuddled you in close, laying his cheek on the top of your head like you liked, and started crooning soft lullabies that he knew you loved as he gently moved around the room. He could feel the tension in your little body, and the way you were trying to hold still but also squirming to find a comfortable position. When you whimpered and bounced your head against his shoulder once, he knew it was time to try something else.

"Hey Trouble, let's try watching a movie, okay?"

"Don't wanna."

"Not even Tangled?"

Ohhh, that movie was your kryptonite. It had never failed to put you to sleep, although they never tried it at nap time before. You just whimpered and tried to bury your face in Bucky's shoulder again, past words. Bucky quickly moved to the couch, laying your head down in his lap, running his cool fingers through your hair when you whimpered. Steve sat on his left, pulling your legs into his lap. You whined and fussed, but they patted and shushed and soothed you. Steve pulled one of the soft throw blankets over you, and Bucky quickly pulled up Tangled on the TV, adjusting the volume before it started blaring. You heard the opening start, and it was like your entire body went limp. Your daddies held their breaths. You still weren't out, but this was the first positive response they'd gotten.

They held perfectly still while you flipped and flopped, trying to find a comfortable position. Ten minutes in and you finally found it- your left cheek was smushed against Bucky's knee, mouth hanging open, the blanket was bunched up in your arms and draped over your backside, and your right leg and ankle were propped up on Steve's am and shoulder, your foot pressed into the side of his face. You gave the tiniest, contented sigh, and finally, FINALLY fell asleep. They both counted to one hundred in their heads, praying that this was it. When you didn't wake up, the relief was palable.

"Don't. Move," they suddenly whispered to each other at the same time, before quietly grinning.

If anyone asked Captain America about one of his best moments ever later on, he would have said, hands down- watching Tangled with a foot pressed into his face.

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fettuccin-e · 10 months

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Hi! Congratulations on your 3k followers!!!

Can I request ❝ don’t be nervous, i’ll guide you through it. ❞ with Poe?

Ty!

hello!! first poe request AHHHHHHH (if you want a secret nonnie i actually have a 10k poe fic sitting in my wips wahhh) HOWEVER this will be the first poe content i've ever published!!! so thank you!!! i hope you like the little blurb :)

Tags: Poe Dameron x Reader, afab!fem!reader, phone sex (holovid sex?? same diff), mutual masturbation, fem!petnames, dirty talk lol who do you think i am (w/c: 897)

Find the prompts for the 3K Celebration here!

You sit across the bed, holovid propped up across from you, Poe projected from it. He’s been gone on a mission for so long, too fucking long, and you know that the desperation you feel for him is painfully mutual.

Of course, taking your clothes off for your boyfriend in person is far less intimidating than stripping for him in the emptiness of your bedroom as he watches from lightyears away.

You can’t help how you close your legs from his view as you sit across from him, still in your sleep shirt, and fiddle with your hands. Somehow, he seems to be opposite to you in nearly every way, wonderfully bare-chested, in his pajama bottoms and radiating pure confidence. He’s ethereal.

“Don’t be nervous, baby, I’ll guide you through it,” he croons, and fuck, his voice through your earpiece makes it seem like he’s right up against your ear. You shiver, visibly, and you watch a smug grin spread across his face.

He already knows your answer, but you whisper out a faint, “Okay,” anyway.

“Alright sweetheart, spread those legs for me, yeah?” he murmurs, and you nod, just barely, before you spread yourself for him. He’s seen you naked before, he’s done much more than just see you, but this? This feels vulnerable in a way you’ve never felt before. It feels raw, the way Poe just stares at your slick cunt through the monitor, unabashed and hungry.

“Good girl, honey,” he says, and Maker, your pussy weeps at those words. You are good, you’re always good for him. “Go ahead and rub that perfect clit for me.” Your hand moves, faster than you meant it to, before Poe is murmuring, “Slow, baby, slow. Just like I do, right?” And it’s true. You bring your hand down to your aching clit, tracing over it slow, too fucking slow, just like your bastard of a lover always does.

You gasp. “Poe, it’s- I’m so wet,” you whine, almost shocked at how slick and achy your pussy is. Poe isn’t even here, and yet, your cunt gushes at the sight of him through the holovid, his voice crooning in your ear.

“Maker, I know, baby, I know. Look at you-” he groans as he pulls out his cock from his pajama pants, gripping the shaft in his strong hand. It should be you, that should be your hand. “Look so perfect for me, my sweet girl,” he murmurs, “one finger baby, go ahead and put one in.”

You nod, wordless and desperate, as you sink your middle finger inside yourself, pressing your thumb to your clit. You’re so empty, cold without his weight on your back, his thick fingers filling you up, his cock breaking you apart. “Need- need more,” you whine, high in the back of your throat, “please, Poe, ‘s not- it’s not enough.”

“Hey,” he coos, “‘s alright, honey. I’m gonna take care of you,” you watch, through lidded eyes, as he tugs on his cock, eyes trained on where your finger plunges relentlessly into your cunt. “Add another, baby,” he whispers, and you don’t waste any time doing just that.

Two quickly turns into three, your desperation for each other, the long nights spent apart, running your patience painfully thin. The tip of Poe’s cock is shiny and slick, and his chest heaves with every pass of his hand. Beautiful, he’s so fucking beautiful like this.

“Can’t wait to get home to you,” he groans, enthralled as you hump your hips into your hand, fucking yourself as deep as you can with just your three fingers. “Gonna- gonna keep you in bed for days, stars, baby, I’m going to fuck that beautiful pussy so fucking hard, the whole base will hear it.”

You hiccup as you moan, your body flushing with a heat that is both embarrassed and painfully aroused. Your cunt clenches around your furious fingers as you jackhammer them in and out of your heaving body, hanging onto every word that slips out of Poe’s mouth. “Poe- I can’t- I can’t, stars, I want to cum, please, please let me cum.”

Poe bulldozes on, pulling his hand back to spit on it, all lewd and primal, before furiously jerking his cock again. He’s so much rougher with himself than you are with him, rushing himself to the end so that he can tumble over the precipice with you.

“Maker, baby, so fucking- so fucking gorgeous, can’t wait to eat that pretty cunt, wanna taste you so bad right now, sweet girl.” He groans through gritted teeth, but he doesn’t tear his eyes from you, not for a moment. “Use that other hand, pretty girl, and rub your clit. Hard.”

You let your free hand fall to your clit, working yourself over as you keep fucking your fingers in and out. “Fuck-” you nearly scream with it, “‘m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna-”

“Cum, sweetheart,” he grits, and you sob as you clench around your fingers, rubbing hard circles into your clit with your other hand, as you watch Poe splatter cum over his hand through the holo. It’s intoxicating to watch, the way his eyes clench shut, his mouth gapes open.

Your mind whirls with ideas of how you can get him to look like that again and again. As soon as he gets home to you.

#literally just thinking about poe gives me butterflies #the man the myth the legend #who got me into oscar in the first place #noodle's 3k follower celebration!!#poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron x you #poe dameron smut #poe dameron #star wars smut #star wars x reader #star wars x you

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chaithetics · 4 months

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yes yes yes i wanna see the barbie fic!!! i know im gonna love itttt -barbie anon

Porcelain and the Shark: Barbie Hosseinis

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) reader

(reader has anxiety, no use of y/n, physical descriptions or other names but does have the nickname Porcelain/Porce - due to family viewing her that way not because of complexion)

Word count: 2.6K

Prompt: porce forcing stewy to take the day off to take her and the kids to see barbie… he buys the kids a new barbie toy each and buys porce some cute barbie merch… porce relates to barbie’s existential crisis…. and gets just a touch sad at the parts about mothers and their daughters… stew cheers her up by reminding her that she’s an incredible mom to the kids and she goes and sees oppenheimer with him the next day as a thank you. that’s all xo 🫶

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, established relationship, wholesome fluff, existential crisis mention, some not great Roy dynamics are alluded to. Not beta read sorry!

Authors note: thank you so much for sending this through Nonnie and your patience, you're an angel! i really hope you enjoy this, please let me know what you think! There's a slight change, I actually don't think Stewy would be super into Oppenheimer for a few different reasons. I hope that's okay?! I hope you all enjoy this, I am sorry for the absence lately, enjoy and let me know what you think, I love engaging with you all via comments, reblogs, and asks! Live for them! Lots of love to all you tumblr hotties (you're all hotties) let's pretend the gif is a barbie reference lol.

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You’re kneeling on the floor in Tillie’s room as you help your young daughter change into her outfit. It was cute but you hadn’t expected it to be so complicated to put on. Mainly because Tillie was so excited, wriggling and bouncing as she chatted, she couldn’t stay still for very long. After a couple of minutes you’d been able to finish up her outfit and kissed the top of her head as you finished putting her hair in the neat bun she’d asked for to match her new but beloved doll sitting next to her.

“Wow! You look amazing and you’re both matching! How cool!” You excitedly say to Tillie who giggles and nods.

“We’re both ready for space now!” Tillie exclaims as she grabs her astronaut Barbie doll.

“You can play with your toys now that you’re dressed, practice for space. I’m going to check on dad and Jonathan now, okay sweetie?” You place another kiss on top of her head and she nods, happily focusing on her toys again. It makes you chuckle how quickly she goes back to playing now that your interruption of dressing her is over.

You start to walk towards Jonathan’s room but pause when you hear Stewy’s voice coming from his home office, you think it’s odd that he’s in there as this was a day that he was meant to be completely offline from work and just for family. Changing the route to Jonathan’s room you walk to his office until you’re leaning against the door watching him. Stewy’s pacing back and fourth in his office as he continues his call with an earphone in. He looks at you and with a small smile before taking a sip from his morning cappuccino in a ridiculously tiny cup as he hums along to whatever is being said on the opposite end of the phone.

“Uh-huh, yeah, well yeah, we’ll just need to circle back to that later. Uh-huh, I’ve gotta go. Mmm, yeah, sure, bye.” He quickly ends the call, removing the earphone and placing it on his desk before turning to look at you as he carefully places his coffee cup down on the desk.

“You’re not in pink-” You start.

“Neither are you.” Stewy immediately quips back with a small teasing smile as he looks you up and down adoringly.

“Well no, I haven’t changed yet. I was getting the kids ready.”

“Okay, go get ready I’ll finish up whatever needs finishing up and then you can head out.” He says as he comes over giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“We head out.” You correct, emphasising the word as you’re already not a fan of the direction this was headed in.

“Honey…” Stewy says with a sigh and it’s clear that something has come up, he needs to cancel. The guilt is written all over his face like a ghost came up and tattooed it on as soon as you walked into the office.

“You promised.” You say rather bluntly. The work-life balance is important to you and after experiencing all that your childhood had to offer in terms of swinging between sheltered neglect and highly-criticised surveillance. You refuse the notion of having your children growing up without a father or experiencing the wonder and insult of what it’s like to have a father miss out on what’s meant to be memorable and special family days. You know Stewy isn’t like that, he’s just busy and he’s always there but you still can’t help but take it personally.

It almost feels like a childhood defense and you feel your lip quiver a little as you look at him, knowing he had promised this and now he was going to break the promise to you and your children.

“I know baby, but something’s come up at work and-” He continues with wide eyes, trying to diffuse the situation as he can see how upset it’s making you.

“I’m not happy about… I’m not happy about this Stew.” You admit quietly as you look down while leaning against the wall more.

“I know. I know. I’ll make it up to you and the kids, we’ll do something later on. I’ll buy them some more toys.” “You’re not becoming that father who uses money and presents to make it up to children.” You say softly.

“I won’t do that.” He chuckles and comes over to you and wraps his arms around you softly. “I love you and you’re so pretty, you know that right?” He presses a few soft kisses to your jaw and neck.

“You’ve said it before…” You whisper back, as he holds you in his arms.

“Mm… Good. I just wanted to remind you.” He whispers against your neck and you feel his breath and words tickle your neck.

“If you’re not coming, you’re the one who needs to break that news to their cute faces and you do owe them. And me.” You can’t help but sigh in his arms as you relax into him, finding comfort in his presence as you always do despite how you’re annoyed with him over this.

Stewy nods as he listens to your words, and caresses your back gently. “I’ll try…” He whispers, you know it’s less likely that he’ll actually end up working through the day and bailing on the much anticipated Hosseini family event of seeing the Barbie film with your young children.

Tillie then calls out for you and Stewy, you smile at him, squeezing his hand and walking with him, hand-in-hand into Tillie’s bedroom. Tillie jumps up when she sees her dearly loved parents walk into her bedroom and runs over with her doll. Some children had dinosaur phases, or princess phases but Tillie was one of those children who became obsessed with space as soon as her eyes could take in the moon and what it was. She had an astronaut Barbie in her hand which had become one of her most prized possessions since Stewy had recently brought it for her. It was in her hand at every playtime, bedtime, and seated next to her at each meal.

As Tillie jumps up to hug her parents, it is then that Stewy sees her outfit in full… Tillie is wearing an astronaut costume in pink. One that you’d spent a lot of time trying to find the right person to commission it and they had excelled. She was a cute little astronaut just as she wanted to be and it was perfectly in theme with the Barbie film that she was excited to see as well.

She ran over to her father and Stewy quickly picked her up, you could see his heart melting as he took in the sight of his precious daughter in her outfit, she looked adorable and Stewy loved how she was so young but already had dreams that were so out of this world.

Stewy swayed slightly while holding Matilda, he kissed the top of her head and smiled widely at her.

“Oh my God, look at you… this outfit is amazing….” Stewy said to Tillie with a smile. He pressed another kiss to her head and held her a bit tighter as he kept swaying with her. “Oh my…. Look at her! Look at her!” He said with the largest, most loving eyes to you and you couldn’t help but smile widely and nod. She was always cute and precious but this was an exceptionally cute look of Matilda’s. You also always appreciated seeing this moment between Stewy and Tillie, he was so in awe of her and she was in equal awe of her father as well. A polar opposite to what you and Shiv had known but it was what you wanted for your children, it was what every child deserved.

“How could you say no to that cutie, Stewy? You tease playfully, already seeing him mentally cave by her.

“I can’t… I can’t… I’ll make a call and then we’ll see Barbie, huh?” He says to Tillie and gives her a little nose bop which makes her giggle loudly and excitedly.

“Go change, dad Ken, not work Ken!” Tillie says with another giggle as she tries to boop her father on the nose in return. Stewy smirks and nods, kissing her forehead again as he swings her gently with a smile.

“What am I going to wear though? I need some pink, huh honey?” He asks Tillie and she smiles and nods.

“I brought you a pink turtleneck, it’s out in the room honey.” You say softly with a happy smile as you look at him, you couldn’t resist the chance to get him in theme and you always had a weak spot for Stewy in a turtleneck so this was just as much a treat for your family as it was for you. All just for different reasons.

“You’re a prize, babe. Thank you. Isn’t your mommy the best? I mean look at you and soon look at me and I’ll be just as cute huh?” Stewy kisses Tillie’s cheek and then puts her down and gives you a soft, loving, grateful kiss on the lips to say thank you for organizing that.

Stewy goes off to change and he looks so handsome in his pink turtleneck, you feel your cheeks immediately heat up as he comes back out. He kisses your cheek and whispers a sweet thank you.

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You, Stewy and your little Hosseinis all watch Barbie, everybody dressed up in theme in pink and looking like charming Barbies, Kens, and Allens. The children are all thoroughly engaged in the film and its bright visuals, there’s plenty of humor as well that’s sneaked in to appeal to adults which gets genuine laughs from you and Stewy.

You’re not quite surprised but you struggle for a moment as you feel quite touched, sensitive and yet vulnerable throughout several scenes of the film. This concept of identity, and having an identity that is separate from the men in your life, along with one that is separate to your identities as a wife, a mother, a sister, and a daughter. You can’t help but get teary at many of these scenes and think about what something like this means for your children, especially sweet Tillie, and the relationship between mothers and daughters. You love Tillie with all of your being, is that enough you wonder? It certainly wasn’t with your parents but that wasn’t the right love and you know it’s different with your children, you don’t let the thoughts in that your parents probably felt the same at some stage in. You’re already getting teary-eyed in this film, surrounded by those dearest to you, you don’t think you can quite handle an existential crisis right now.

Stewy notices your eyes becoming glassy with tears during these scenes and he snuggles a bit closer to you, pulling you into him more to gently kiss your cheek and squeeze your shoulder and hand. He caresses your arm gently from the first scene that brings you to tears and then throughout the rest of the picture.

“Hey, you’re a great parent… They love you more than anything, I’m in awe of you. You’re such a great mom.” Stewy promises as he whispers into your ear. You smile at him and tilt your head to kiss him softly on the lips.

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The children loved the film and it was a great family day that didn’t end in terms of quality time right after the movie finished. The children were all now tucked in bed and you were lying in bed now and Stewy had just finished brushing his teeth and was coming to lie in bed.

“Hi.” He whispered as he laid on the bed and looked up at you.

“Hey.” You smile back at him and can’t help but feel your cheeks heats up again, you loved him in the pink turtleneck but you also loved him out of it and any tops, just as much.

“And thoughts on the film that made all the men so angry?” He asks.

“I mean, it was a bit gentle on men, huh?” You say as you tilt your head to look at him.

“Uh-huh, far too gentle. It should’ve challenged my masculinity more than it did.” He says softly as he kisses your cheek and then your jaw gently with a smirk. “Ken did kinda feel like that incel-pipeline justification, right?” He says as he pulls away and looks at your face, Stewy starts to caress your arm gently as he leans back on the pillows.

You nod and smile. “Exactly! And you picked that up!” He chuckles at that and his cheeks heat up a bit as he continues to caress your forearm. “It still had some good stuff in it, Tillie really enjoyed it, ‘Yay space!’ Is going to be a new catchphrase for a while.” You say with a smile as you gently caress his cheek in return and giggle a little at the thought. That line alone and the acknowledgement of a Barbie in space was more than enough to make the day for Tillie and seal it as a classic for her.

“Astronaut Barbie was my favorite. Tillie and I have that in common now.” He says playfully and you can’t help but chuckle some more at that.

Stewy then leans back to grab his phone to do something that his mind has just thought of, you can’t help but feel curious.

“What are you doing?” You as with a smirk.

“I’m going to get one of those ‘I’m Kenough’ hoodies delivered to Kendall’s.” He says with a smirk as he taps away at his phone. You can’t help but laugh.

“That’s so thoughtful of you, he definitely needs it.” You laugh.

“Exactly, he really does.” Stewy says playfully, he finishes up, showing you an order confirmation email and then puts his phone down and kisses you softly on the lips.

“Since you’ve seen Barbie, does that mean I have to be your date to Oppenheimer now?” You ask as you look up at him. Stewy immediately scoffs and then laughs.

“No!” He laughs.

“No?” You ask with a small chuckle.

“I’m a dad, I’ve been exposed to the magic and art of Barbie and Bluey, why would I need to see Oppenheimer? Also it’s three hours long? It’s not for children, why would I go through those three hours?” He asks.

You smile and nod as you caress his cheek. “Very good points.” You whisper.

“How boring and convoluted must a film be to be three hours long? And if I have that much time for something shouldn’t I spend it with you and our angels?” You can’t help but smile widely at that.

“Isn’t it mandatory bro viewing now? What on earth will you talk about in the office on Monday?” You ask playfully before kissing him softly on the lips.

“I won’t watch a film because of peer pressure, if I felt insecure, I’d just read the Wikipedia plot and honey, I don’t get insecure.” He says proudly right before leaning over, closer to you in order to kiss your lips. The kiss starts off soft at first but Stewy quickly deepens it, he playfully nibbles on your lip as the kiss deepens on both your ends and Stewy steals a moan from your lips as you run your hands through his hair.

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kydrogendragon · 3 months

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6 with Dreamling for Valentines

We had two for this one, but decides to flip it around so this time it's Dream saying "Should I Write You A Poem Instead?" Thanks for the request, nonny! Hope you enjoy!~

Pairing: Dreamling Words: 569 Warnings: Some sexual tension bits Ao3 Link Here

Midterms, Hob has decided, aren’t nearly as terrible as finals, but that doesn’t stop them from still being awful. It’s never-ending questions and office hours and while he does love his students and his coworkers, he’s just one more question that could have been answered by his email last week or in the syllabus away from snapping. So when Dream knocks on the door to his office, Hob nearly weeps.

He stands, ushering his lover in, makes his apologizes to Diana from the Art History department as she steps out (thankfully) with a smile. Closing the door behind her, he all but collapses into a puddle on the floor beside it. He doesn’t, but the temptation is there. Instead, he just leans against the sturdy wooden door and stares at Dream with a doe-eyed smile.

“Thank you,” he says, taking a deep breath in and out. “Pretty sure if you’d been just ten minutes later, you’d have walked in on a massacre.”

“Oh?” Dream says, raising a brow. “And would it have been you or Diana that performed the act?”

Hob shakes his head. Pushing himself off the door, he falls into his lover’s arms and nuzzles his face into the crook of Dream’s neck. He’s warm, but not overly so. Given the warming spring weather, it’s the perfect temperature, though Dream almost always is. And he smells like home, which is the more important part. Hob can still detect a faint trace of his own body wash on the Dreamlord’s skin from last night’s shower escapades.

“So what do I owe this lovely visit?” Hob says, not bothering to lift his head.

He hears a faint shimmering noise, one he’s come to know means Dream’s used some of that dream magic of his. Hob lifts his head slightly to see a large bouquet of flowers in Dream’s hand. They’re of all sorts of fantastic colors and shapes. Some, he’s pretty sure, he’s seen on their walks through the Dreaming.

“These are for you.”

Hob reaches out and takes the bouquet from his hands, lifting the flowers to his nose. They smell as things do in dreams: like ideas rather than scents. There’s love, most predominantly there, affection and adoration. Devotion, patience, and care. It’s like knowing the language of flowers with a sniff.

“Flowers?” He mumbles, still listing into Dream’s side as he strokes a petal. It’s soft, impossibly so. He expected nothing else.

“Should I have written you a poem instead?” Dream asks, a smirk on is lips. “Waxed lyrical upon your features which haunt my mind and inspire newly created dreams?”

Hob chuckles, tucking his face into the wool of Dream’s overcoat. “Would that have been a better gift, my love? Or perhaps you would rather me show my affections physically instead.” Dream’s voice is dangerously low, a phantom hand trails along Hob’s spine, making him shudder.

“Or, perhaps, knowing how greedy my lover is, you would wish for all three. Gifts, words, and touch, yes?”

“Dream,” he moans as something, some part of Dream that’s not contained to his normal human form, presses against his front, stroking the shape of him into hardness. “Dream, please...”

“Please what, my dear?”

Hob looks up, two twin stars blaze bright as they stare down into his own eyes. Dream look positively ravenous and Hob would very much like to be devoured. “Fuck me, please.”

Dream smirks. “With pleasure.”

#ky writes #the sandman #dream of the endless #dreamling #hob gadling #valentine's day prompts

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hunterscabin · 1 year

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Birthday Dress

Request: Can you do a reader where she is turning twenty one, and the boys don’t want to celebrate, but Claire and her sneak out and Claire ends up taking her to a club, and she gets wasted AF, and they have to sneak back into the bunker, but they get caught. - Anonymous

Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Reader

Warnings: Drinking; drunkenness; overly protective Dean; protective Sam; the tiniest bit of language; angst; fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request, Nonnie! I had fun writing this one! For the sake of this story, let’s assume Claire is also 21-years-old.

“What do you think?"

Tufts of gold lame billowed as you twirled in your birthday dress. Sam and Dean sat opposite each other at the library table, both wearing a similar shade of bitch face.

"No.” Sam stated flatly.

“Nope.” Dean agreed. “You’re not going out like that.”

“Like what?” you challenged.

“Like,” Dean struggled to find the words, “like some floozy.”

“Floozy?!” You looked down at your dress, confused and angered by Dean’s response. The skirt hit just above your knee, and while the neckline didn’t leave much to the imagination, it was far more tasteful than anything you’d ever seen on the women Dean liked to bring home.

You tried to compose yourself with a deep breath. You knew Dean’s overprotective nature could get the better of him, and his criticism of your appearance was his way of showing that he cared. Winchester men had many strengths but emotional expression was not one of them.

“I’m a 21-year-old woman,” you calmly reminded him, “I’m not asking permission to wear this dress, I’m showing it to you.”

“Don’t sass me, young lady!”

While you could appreciate Dean’s well intentions, your patience always faltered when his safeguarding shifted to defensive bickering. You knew you had to stand your ground.

“Or what?” You stared him down. “What are you gonna do about it, old man?”

“I will lock you in your room.” Dean threatened without hesitation, not even acknowledging your insult.

“I’d like to see you try.” you dared.

Sam and Dean shared a quick look before standing in tandem and marching toward you. They each grabbed one of your arms and began dragging you backward. Unable to keep up with their long strides in your heels, you lost your footing.

“Oh, come on!” you squirmed in their grip. “Let me go! I’m serious!”

Sam and Dean stopped short when they reached the entrance of your room, both of them stifling laughter.

“Thank you.” you scoffed, as they released your arms. You smoothed your hands over your dress, grateful that it wasn’t wrinkled during their antics. You stepped forward, but Sam and Dean didn’t budge.

“Go change, Y/N.” Dean’s tight smirk had been replaced with a stoic glare. You knew at that moment he was a lost cause, so you tried the puppy. You could always count on Sam to be level headed and talk Dean down when he got like this.

“Sammy, help me out here.” You flashed him the sweetest smile you could.

“I’m not gonna fight him on this one, Y/N/N.” Sam’s face was surprisingly stern.

“SAMMY!”

“Y/N, I’m not kidding around.” Dean’s voice slipped into a register not unlike his father’s. “Change, or you’re staying in.”

Dean knew he was being unreasonable, but the idea of men ogling you all night scared the living crap out of him, and if yelling was the only way to keep you from the unwanted attention of grimy bar crawlers, then so be it.

"Come with me!” you compromised. Normally you didn’t barter with the boys when they were being this difficult, but it was your 21st birthday. You didn’t want to change, you looked and felt great, and you certainly weren’t going to celebrate in the drab, concrete confines of the bunker. “You can punch any man who gets within fifteen feet of me!”

“No.” Dean said definitively. “You’re changing, or you’re staying in.”

Sam saw all of the hope and anticipation drain from you, and he quickly tried to remedy the situation.

“We can have a party here!”

“There you go!’” Dean became patronizingly excitable, hoping to reverse the tense atmosphere he created. “Sammy’ll fix you a drink, I’ll cook a nice dinner. Hell, I’ll even let you shoot my new gun!”

“Thanks for the offer, but I don’t really feel like celebrating anymore.” Your mouth creased in a solemn pout.

“Y/N/N, it’s your birthday!” Sam encouraged.

“Doesn’t feel like it.” You hung your head and retreated into your room, softly closing the door behind you.

Two hours later, Sam entered the kitchen to find every inch of counter space in disarray.

“What’s going on in here?”

“I was too hard on her.” Dean mumbled, whisking aggressively. His focus remained on the bowl in front of him, but Sam could still make out his expression of regret.

“I just don’t want anyone messing with her.” Dean shook his head, knowing the justification of his actions didn’t matter. He had hurt you, on your birthday no less, and he felt awful.

“So you’re mutilating all of our baking ingredients?”

Dean finally looked up to acknowledge his brother’s presence.

“I’m trying to make her a birthday cake,” he admitted with defeat.

“Softy.” Sam teased.

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

Dean surveyed the mess he’d made and sighed.

“She’ll be okay, Dean.” Sam promised, also needing to hear the words for himself.

“I don’t know, man. I’ve never been that hard on her.”

Sam understood his brother’s remorse, having been an accomplice himself.

“Why don’t you go talk to her, and I’ll start cleaning up in here.”

“Thanks, Sammy.” Dean clapped Sam on the back as he left the kitchen, leaving a perfect, hand-shaped flour imprint on his flannel.

“I can’t believe you snuck out!” Claire exclaimed, taking a swig of her beer.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m very proud.” She flashed a mischievous smile. “It’s just so not you.”

“Dean went too far, this time.” you exasperated, bending forward to line up your shot. “He doesn’t get to treat me like a child anymore! I know they found me when I was young, but I’m a grown woman now!” you asserted, driving your cue into the ball for emphasis.

“At least you have someone looking out for you.” Claire demurred.

“I’m sorry, Claire.”

“No, no.” She set down her beer. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” She sunk a ball into the corner pocket and turned to face you.

“I know it’s not what you want to hear, but Dean was only trying to protect you. He loves you. They both do.”

“When did you become the voice of reason?” you demanded, trying to skirt the truth.

“You know I’m right.”

“I know,” you groaned, “I just wish their love didn’t come at the cost of my freedom and mental stability!”

“Dean’s right too, you know.” Claire pointed the neck of her nearly empty beer bottle at you. “That dress does make you look like a floozy.”

“Claire!” you bellowed, playfully shoving her. “You’re the one who lent it to me.”

Claire laughed and grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the bar.

“Come on!” she cheered. “You’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Dean, would you sit down?” Sam gestured to the chair next to him. “You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor.”

Dean had been pacing the length of the library ever since finding your empty room.

“No, Sam. I can’t sit. Y/N is missing!”

“She’s not missing.” Sam reiterated for what felt like the hundredth time. “She snuck out.”

“What if someone took her? What if something took her? Why won’t she answer her phone?” Dean wondered frantically through gritted teeth.

“Might have something to do with you calling her a floozy and then locking her in her bedroom on her birthday.” Sam sassed.

Dean shot Sam a look that let his younger brother know to keep his mouth shut. Sam said nothing and returned to his book.

After a moment of strained silence, Dean stood.

“I can’t take it anymore.” he said, reaching for his coat. “I’m going to look for her.”

Just as Dean grabbed his keys, the distinct sound of a car door echoed through the bunker, followed closely by your laughter.

“Thank God.” Sam breathed.

Dean took Sam’s relief as a slight to his own grating worry, but the younger Winchester had also been quietly concerned for your safety, which became immediately clear when he dropped his book to the ground and hurried to the garage.

“Dammit, Y/N!” Claire whispered loudly. “The whole point of sneaking in is to, ya know, sneak back in.”

“Shhhh.” you mocked, crouching low to the ground. Walking in that stance proved difficult, and you toppled over, erupting into another fit of laughter.

“It’s very hard to believe you’re a trained hunter, right now.” Claire deadpanned.

You managed to hoist yourself back on your feet only to find Claire frozen in place. You followed her gaze to the other end of the garage and saw Sam and Dean leaning against the tool bench. Claire’s eyes were wide with fear, but you were too far gone to care what the boys thought of your drunken state.

“SAMMY!” you squealed, running to him. “I love you!"

You flung your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. You pulled back and were met with his bewildered expression.

"Such a pretty pony!” you marveled, stroking his hair like a mane.

“Is this your doing?” Sam asked Claire.

She held up her hands in surrender.

“DEANOSAUR!” you lightheartedly shoved Sam over, lunging at Dean.

“Hey, kiddo.” Dean couldn’t help but reciprocate your hug, and he wrapped his arms around you. “Did you have fun?”

You looked up at Dean, surprised by his lack of anger, and flashed him an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry I left without telling you.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, Y/N/N.” Dean assured. “I didn’t really leave you much of a choice. I’m sorry for being a stubborn ass.”

“It’s okay,” you ruffled his hair, “I know it’s cause you love me.”

“Now that is my doing.” Claire commented as she walked toward the group.

“Did you drive here?” Dean questioned.

“I only had one beer.” Claire defended, but Dean and Sam eyed her suspiciously.

“I’m serious!” Claire pandered to the boys, closing her eyes and touching each index finger to her nose in turn.

Sam and Dean nodded at each other in satisfaction, but you stood with a knit in your brow.

“Claire,” you rasped, “That’s the dumbest dance I’ve ever seen."

Sam could no longer hold back his laughter, and he let out a loud snicker.

"Thanks, Claire.” Dean placed a hand on her shoulder. “You wanna come in? It’s getting late, you’re welcome to stay."

"Nah, I’m okay to drive, and I’d rather sleep in my own bed."

"Claire! Are you leaving me?!” You forced a clownish frown and crossed your arms.

“You’ll see me soon!” she promised. “I had fun with you tonight!"

"Thank you for taking me out after these losers,” you held up your hand to shield the finger you were pointing at the boys, “tried to IMPRISON ME.”

Claire rolled her eyes and patted you on the head.

“Not like they could have stopped me anyway. I got these!” You held up your fists and squatted into a fighting stance.

“What are you gonna do with those Tyson?” Dean joked before noticing the knuckles on your right hand were red and raw. “Y/N, did you hit someone tonight?”

“YES!” you beamed proudly. “I punched a guy at the bar!”

“Why would you do that?” Sam interrogated, taking your hand to examine the damage.

“He tried to grab my ass."

"What?!” Dean went from amused to enraged in seconds.

“Don’t worry.” You nonchalantly waved him off. “He couldn’t."

"Why’s that?"

"Well, after I punched him, I broke his hand."

Dean and Sam looked to Claire for confirmation, and she emphatically nodded “Yes” before slipping into her car. Dean smiled proudly.

"That’s my girl."

"I broke it so good, Dean. I broke it so hard.” Sam and Dean had to bite the inside of their cheeks to refrain from laughing.

“I’m amazing.” you whispered, turning to stare at your reflection in the Impala.

As Claire drove away, Sam came to stand next to you, and your look of pride and admiration melted into one of uncertainty. You slowly turned to face Sam.

“Sammy?"

"Y/N/N, what’s wrong?”

"Sam?” This time your voice was small and scared. Sam and Dean inched closer to you, concern pushing aside their amusement.

“I’m right here, Y/N/N.” Sam took your hand in his.

“Sammy,” you swallowed, then declared with all the sincerity in the word, “There are two of you."

This time, Dean was the one who was unable to contain his laughter.

"Okay slugger,” Sam gently grabbed your wrist and lifted your arm around his neck, “Let’s get you to bed.”

The second you were in his arms, you relaxed and let out a dramatic yawn. By the time Sam reached your bedroom, you were already asleep.

Sam laid you down before taking off your shoes and tucking you in.

“Man she is entertaining when she’s drunk.” Sam remarked, joining Dean in your doorway.

“You’re telling me."

Both brothers watched your sleeping form and smiled quietly.

"I’m glad she had some fun.” Dean confessed.

“Me too.” Sam agreed.

“I’m putting a padlock on her bedroom door, though."

"Yeah, she’s never leaving this bunker again.”

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#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #worried!dean #sam winchester x reader #sam x reader #worried!sam #spn fanfic #spn angst #spn fluff #supernatural fanfic #supernatural angst #supernatural fluff

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perfectlysaltycat32 · 1 month

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any blog recommendations?

i am so so sorry nonnie for the late response!!! I hope you've been having an amazing week 🩷🫶

@mooseyhischier - she is literally the sweetest person ever and I'm so happy she's my bestie! I love her au's and is just a fun person to talk to

@crazy4smitty - also one of my besties and she has amazing smuts! A very entertaining person to talk with!!

@patosduck - another one of my besties (I have a lot lol) and she is a hilarious person to talk with! Never fails to make me smile :)

@lennysfridge - she has some amazing au's and I love her writing! The girls in her au's are very relatable

@brenbrissonwhore - my Ellie 🥺. I love her so much and she is such a sweet person! Also a big will borgen fan (who is underrated and needs more appreciation)

@whoreforcaufield - one of my besties! Like Telly (crazy4smitty) she has some amazing smuts and is a really funny person. I love talking with her

@ijustreallylovethem - she is another entertaining person to talk to! Her au's have such amazing characters and I love her writing so much :)

@yankstrash - my bestie!! She has a lane hutson au (I think and he is severely underrated) and I just love talking with her because she is such a kind person 🩷

@thatintrovertedwriter - I love seeing her interact with my bestie cami (bedsyandco) and again another very sweet person! Always makes me smile

@simp4hughes - MY SWEET LITTLE KENLY!! I literally love her so much. I just wanna pick her up and hug her 🥰

Ok so there's still like 10-20 blogs I want to recommend so I'll reblog this in a bit with more recommendations!! Thank you again nonnie for your patience

#my besties part 1 #Nonnie🌼💐

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 29 days

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Mads, I've been Autistic about what breed(s) of dog the FireFam could be and even if you don't like interact w this post I just would like to make you laugh- I may have to post multiples b/c there's A Lot. Ok, so, Bobby is a yellow lab a la Shadow from Homeward Bound and I will die on that hill. Athena is, obv, a Dobie- she's stunning, but a softy for her family but she also makes smiling look like a threat. (1/?)

Thank you for your patience dear I was rushing to finish the F&F AU and was also rather busy this weekend in general. I'm including your other three asks here as screenshots and this all is going to get a bit long so I'm putting everything below a cut to spare people's dashes!

FIRST OF ALL, HOW DARE YOU. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.

SHADOW FROM HOMEWARD BOUND!?

I'M GOING TO DROWN IN MY OWN TEARS.

WHEN THE KID IS LIKE OH MAYBE HE WAS TOO OLD AND THEN SHADOW APPEARS BECAUSE HE'S GOING TO COME HOME TO HIS BOY NO MATTER WHAT!!!! G O D

I NEED TO BE SEDATED!!!!

Ahem.

STICK A LITTLE CROWN ON HER AND CALL HER ATHENA!

I babysat for a family that had a Doberman and he was truly a sweetheart. So protective of me and would stay glued to my side while I was there. "A softie for her family but makes smiling look like a threat" is soooooo Athena.

oh my GOD I'm DYING

Look at this baby. Pure fucking ADHD right here. *pats puppy* This guy can fit SO much anxiety and innate need to be of use in him!

I'M FUCKING HOWLING OVER EDDIE. LOOK YOU'RE NOT... YOU'RE NOT WRONG ABOUT THE CORGI COMMENT. THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES. BUT.

This is still Eddie in my opinion.

Someone send that bit about Chim to Kenneth Choi I think he'd find it hysterical.

BEHOLD. CHIMNEY HAN. Look at those EARS.

I also personally could see Chim as a greyhound or a whippet.

Chim's just got this fastness about him that makes me think of that kind of dog. Is this me remembering how he literally just SPRINTED away from Albert while playing basketball because he panicked about lying? Maybe. You can't prove anything.

I had to remind myself what a Chow Chow is and OHMYGOD IT'S SO FLUFFY???

However I always saw Hen as a Great Pyrenees.

These things will fuck you UP. They're flock dogs but not in the Border Collie sense. They don't herd. They kill the predators that try to go after the flock. They will chase down the wolves and destroy them. And they are super super SUPER protective of and gentle with kids. They ADORE kids. So that's my two cents there!

Ohmygod Maddie is SUCH a Border Collie.

INCH resting that you say Standard Poodle for Karen...

Poodles are actually what my mom grew up with and she's always talked about how smart and wonderful they are, she's owned three in her lifetime and adores them. I know they kinda have this stereotype of being snooty but I think they're great and they ARE so fucking smart holy shit. They're smarter than some humans I've met.

However. Chris.

I'm gonna have to fight you (lovingly) on this one, Nonny.

I will say that when I googled this dog I laughed so fucking hard my ribs hurt. I CRIED.

They are very cute as puppies!

However. I must counter-argue and say that Christopher is...

AN ENGLISH CREAM DACHSHUND

*sobbing* look at how CUTE it is!!!!!

*continues sobbing over the cute*

Anyway thus concludes the nonny's opinions, and mine! I had a good laugh over this series of asks, thank you nonny. I hope you had a good weekend.

#mads answers things #911 abc #firefam

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nicoline1998enilocin · 4 months

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Endless love

Pairing -> Husband!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Fem!Reader

Word count -> 1.4K

Summary -> Your husband, Robert, has taken you on a surprise trip to Italy after seeing how stressed you've been lately. The two of you take it easy for a day as you stroll around the city during the afternoon before dinner in an authentic Italian restaurant and finish the night off in each other's arms.

Rating -> Explicit (E)

Warnings -> RPF, established relationship (Husband/Wife), use of pet name (Gorgeous), large age gap (~ 10-15 years), there is some Italian spoken in this fic, and the translations will be at the bottom of the story

Smut -> Dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, cockwarming

Request -> Anon Can I request for you a one-shot with robert downey jr and female reader on a romantic trip to Italy, they spend the day visiting some nice places, at night they go out to dinner in a very romantic restaurant and finish the night making sweet vanilla love ❤️

A/n -> Thank you so much for this sweet request, Nonnie! It's such a sweet idea, and I know he would make it the most special trip of our lives! At the same time, I also want to apologize for how long this has been sitting in my drafts, but I still hope you will love it, and thank you for your patience! A special thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading and drooling, I hope you all enjoy what I did with this one 🩵

A/n 2.0 -> My requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again 🩵

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF-credit: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist | Read on AO3

It has been almost a week since your husband, Robert, flew both of you to Italy as a treat to get out of the stress you've been wrapped up in for almost three months now. He could tell you were nearing your breaking point, and to avoid that, he arranged for you to have two weeks off work so you could enjoy being with him and see some beautiful parts of the country.

Italy has extraordinary memories for you both since it's where you got married a little over ten years ago. Because of that, Robert wanted to bring you back to where your love for each other reached another high, and you couldn't be more thankful for it. For him.

You're currently staying in Venice for a few days, and tomorrow will be your last day here before moving to Florence, where you'll stay for the rest of your trip. Now, you've been strolling through Venice almost the entire afternoon, and Robert has just arranged to take you on a boat ride through the Venician canals in a gondola.

''It'll be perfect, Gorgeous; I can't imagine doing this with anyone other than my beautiful wife,'' he tells you as he carefully helps you into the gondola, ensuring your dress won't get caught in anything, or you won't trip and fall.

''Thank you, Robert, for everything. I can't believe you did all this for me, but I'm so grateful, and I love you,'' you tell him before leaning in for a soft kiss on his lips, and that's when the gondola ride begins. The two of you can't get enough of every sight you see, drinking it all in eagerly while taking photos with your camera, making sure no memory will be forgotten.

The man operating your boat is singing beautiful songs in Italian, and for the entire duration, it feels like you're transported back to your wedding day. Surrounded by the people you love most, and together with the man you've vowed to treasure forever. Your heart is swelling from all the love, and you never want this beautiful moment to end.

When the boat suddenly comes to a stop, you look a little confused at Robert, but he gestures for you to follow him, which you do without a second thought. After a 10-minute walk, you arrive at a small, romantic-looking Italian restaurant. Soft music spilled out of the building and onto the terrace, a welcoming warmth encasing you as you grabbed your husband's hand before walking into the restaurant.

''Abbiamo una prenotazione per due,'' Robert says without hesitation, taking you by surprise. The hostess guides you to a beautiful table with a view over the water, and you can see the sun setting as well, adding to the romantic atmosphere of the evening.

''Robert, I didn't know you spoke Italian,'' you say with a slight giggle because the thought of him speaking a foreign language like this makes you feel warm and tingly inside, as well as in your panties.

''I've been learning it as a surprise, but I have some phrases that'll be much more fitting for later in the evening,'' he tells you with a wink, and suddenly you can't wait to be back in the hotel, seeing what else he has to say to you.

You decide to go for a beautiful-looking lasagna, and Robert gets a delicious-looking seafood pasta that has you salivating when they put it in front of him. He can see your eyes growing wide at the sight of his food, and that's precisely why he lets you have the first bite, just like he does each time you're looking at his food like you want to make love to it.

''Hmm...'' you moan softly as you let the noodles find their way into your mouth, the taste invading your senses as it coats your taste buds. Robert can feel himself twitch in his pants as the sound reaches his ears, and he can't wait to have you back in the hotel room, stripped entirely bare, before he makes love to you.

The pasta is gone quickly, and the dessert - a tiramisu made by the restaurant owner's mother - follows soon after. After all the food, all Robert wants to do now is have you fall apart in as many ways as possible, and he's almost getting impatient on his way back to the hotel.

''Sei bellissima stasera, amore mio,'' Robert whispers in your ear as the dress slips off your shoulders, revealing the white lingerie you've put on, reminding him of your wedding night all those years ago. His long, gentle fingers undo every last hook of your corset before bending down to let the silky lace of your panties glide over your legs.

Soft kisses are littered over your thighs as he's on his way up, his hands gliding over the backs as they leave a trail of goosebumps. A gasp leaves your lips as he reaches your dripping pussy, placing a soft kiss on your mound before fully getting up and letting you take your place on the bed.

Your nipples pebble from his undivided attention, and a shy smile creeps onto your lips as he takes in your bare form on the bed, your hair splayed out around your head like a halo. Your hands grip the sheets in anticipation as you watch Robert taking off his clothing, salivating at the sight as his cock springs free.

Robert can't keep his excitement hidden as he climbs over you, and tiny beads of precum gather at his tip before he leans over you and takes one of your nipples into his mouth. He nibbles on it gently before laving over it with his tongue to soothe the sting and repeating it on the other nipple as well.

''Ti amo, bellezza, e non vedo l'ora di fare l'amore con te. Sei bellissima quando sei completamente nuda per me,'' Robert tells you in a low voice, and even though you don't understand what he says, it still arouses you to no end.

''Let me see how wet you are for me, Gorgeous. Spread these luscious thighs for me,'' he orders gently, and you do, letting them fall to the sides so he can slot perfectly between them as he admires your dripping pussy. With a low groan, he adjusts how he's situated, soon lining up with your entrance before slowly pushing in. He plans to take his time with you, wanting to extend your pleasure for as long as possible.

Your warmth has him quickly throwing that idea out of the window; he wants to be buried inside you as soon as possible. Soft moans tumble from your lips as you can feel him sliding in, every vein on his cock only seeming to build your pleasure higher. Once he is entirely in, you can feel his tip hitting your cervix, earning him a loud moan in response.

''Good girl,'' he growls before setting a torturously slow pace as he leans on his elbows, tipping his head down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, your hands gliding into his hair. Your body rocks with every thrust he gives you, and as he pulls away, he can't help but look at the way your breasts sway up and down with every movement.

''La mia ragazza perfetta, I'm gonna cum for you, Gorgeous,'' he says before leaning on one elbow and moving his hand to where you're connected, looking for your clit to ensure you'll both fall over the edge at the same time. He picks up the pace slightly, and before you know it, you're gripping him like a vice as the orgasm washes over you, Robert letting his seed spill inside you as he nuzzles into your neck with his nose.

''Ti amo, Bellissima,'' Robert whispers in your ear before he turns over, letting you lay on top of him as he's still buried inside you. This is the perfect ending to a fantastic day, and you can't wait to spend the rest of your life with him by your side, knowing many more perfect days like these will follow.

''Ti amo, Robert,'' you whisper before letting sleep take over, and you feel him wrap his arms around you to protect you. And with one more soft kiss on your scalp, Robert falls asleep with you, his beautiful wife, buried under the comforter and into his arms.

Abbiamo una prenotazione per due -> We have a reservation for two

Sei bellissima stasera, amore mio -> You look beautiful tonight, my love

Ti amo, bellezza, e non vedo l'ora di fare l'amore con te. Sei bellissima quando sei completamente nuda per me -> I love you, Gorgeous, and I can't wait to make sweet love to you. You're looking beautiful when you're completely bare for me

La mia ragazza perfetta -> My perfect girl

Ti amo, bellissima -> I love you, Gorgeous

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littlemissmanga · 9 months

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hi! saw your 200 word blurbs requests!

can I get #9 or #1 with Jesse? whatever floats your boat, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it either way!

thanks for considering!!

Send me one of the following for a 200 word clone drabble

Nonnie!!!! I did NOT forget about you! I had this in my drafts and I thought I had posted it. Thank you so much for your patience!!

As much as Jesse would love to see you in his shirt, I haven't done No. 9 yet, and I think it's time someone got tied up.

Pairing: Jesse x gn!Reader

W/C: 828 (I did not hold back on this even a little bit and I'm not sorry at all).

Warnings: M, Juicy Jesse being himself. Talk of bondage, filthy desperation, just absolute filth and sin, but no action. just the promise cause I'm a horrible tease :) Minors DNI

Divider by @samspenandsword <3

Also, this functions as a pt 2 to the Jesse kiss prompt :)

Dinner was only half done. The table still wasn’t set. You hadn’t even changed into the cute outfit you bought just for tonight. But with the way Jesse was kissing you, you doubted any of that mattered to him.

It’s his fault for not calling, anyway.

So, you decided not to let it bother you, either. You melted into his kiss, molding your lips to his as his gloved hands slid underneath your shirt, the rough fabric scraping deliciously across your skin. The rough stubble of his jaw chafing your lips and chin, but each scratch just fueled your need. The burn was a constant reminder, even when he pulled away to pant against you, that he was here. Home. Safe.

“Bed. Now,” he barked, his command only undercut by the breathlessness of his voice. Your stomach swooped at the total control he kept over himself, even as his need became evident. You planned on making him a little needier.

He was so fun when he lost control. And you wanted to be taken for a ride tonight.

With a flirty smile, you quickly shut off the stove, Jesse’s presence looming behind you, silently urging you to move faster. He was at his limit, and you loved it. Now he needed to bring you to yours.

You took his hand and pulled him into your room, letting go and slipping your shirt over your head. You turned away from him to face your bed to strip off your pants as you heard his armor falling to the floor.

Waiting …

Any moment now …

A low growl rumbled from behind you as a warm, bare chest pressed to your back. You held your breath to stop the shiver from racing down your spine.

“Mesh’la?” His tone was unnaturally calm considering, and you knew you wouldn’t be walking much tomorrow.

“Yes, baby?”

“Why is there rope next to the bed?” Jesse asked as if inquiring about the color of the bedsheets, nipping lightly at the tops of your shoulders.

“Oh, that.” Your Cheshire grin had taken over your face as you turned in Jesse’s grasp. “I wanted to do something special to welcome you home.”

The Republic cog tattoo on his forehead shifted as he raised a cocky eyebrow. “And you’re planning on tying me up?”

“Hm, maybe. If you’re good,” you tease, giving the tip of his nose a gentle peck and earning a chuckle from him. “But actually, you said something on our last call …”

Tilting the tone at the end of the last word, you let your voice fade, the embarrassment of actually saying what you had in mind stealing your words. You looked at him expectantly, hoping your smart ARC trooper would remember the words he let slip so casually that had you teasing yourself in his absence several times over the past few days.

Jesse’s eyes — the ones you insisted were the “kindest in the GAR” despite being shared by so many others — sparkled with mischief.

“Go on, gorgeous. Tell me.”

He wasn’t going to go easy on you. Not that you really wanted him to. You could already feel yourself getting wet at being forced to admit your desires.

“You said you …” You paused and leaned forward to bury your face in his neck, taking in the scent of regulation soap and sweat that was uniquely your Jesse. Liking it or not, you still weren’t able to look at him directly just yet. “You said you can’t wait to see how many times you can get me to come.”

You damn near purred as his arms came around you, holding you nice and tight as his hand traced your spine.

“I did. And I plan on finding out tonight,” Jesse promised in a low voice, his lips right next to your ear. “But that doesn’t explain the rope.”

You nestled closer, running your tongue wide and wet over his Adam’s apple. You felt his cock twitch against you through his blacks.

“If I’m tied up, I can’t pull away.”

Jesse spat a curse as he lifted you and tossed you roughly onto the bed. In a flash, he was on top of you, pinning you beneath him. He reached between you to run a single, thick finger along the seam of your underwear, making you writhe against him.

“Oh yeah, can’t have you squirming now, can we?” He teased, but you couldn’t answer as his finger pressed harder against you. “You wanna be all tied up like a pretty present for me so I can thoroughly ruin you?”

You nodded frantically, delighting in the wicked smile that spread over his face. Jesse leaned to the side, grabbing the rope and pulling it through his hands just to see your eyes widen at the sight.

“Well, then. Let’s get started.”

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matan4il · 1 year

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Buddie vs Captain Swan meta

This is for the darling Nonnies who asked me to delve into the comparison! Thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoy it! xoxox

Abbreviations: OUaT = Once Upon a Time // CS = Captain Swan (the Emma/Hook ship) // SF = Swanfire (the Emma/Baelfire ship) // TPTB = The Powers that Be (the team making the decisions for a show) // ep numbers: 201 = ep 201 of 911; O201 = ep 201 of OUaT Unlike with other shows’ canon ships that I have compared in the past to Buddie in terms of what happens to them on screen, this meta is also gonna compare the two ships on the level of the decisions TPTB made (with the two levels not completely separate), which is a part of why this has been one of my fave meta posts to write, ever.

A love story on screen starts with love off screen

Alright, so let me start by mentioning that Hook’s actor (Colin) was only supposed to be on the show for a brief stint. I heard different reports on whether he was originally booked for one ep or five. Either way, it was officially confirmed that even before his first ep aired, TPTB already liked Colin’s performance enough to promote him to a series regular. Yes, before anyone at home even got to watch Hook once. They didn’t specify what they liked, but we can assume it was his acting choices, charisma, the color, humor and sex appeal he brought to the character, but also the chemistry between Colin as Hook and Jennifer as Emma, maybe as early as in rehearsals. Once they expanded Hook’s role so much, they had to tie him in with some of the other regular characters. Hook’s original link to the show was the revenge he wanted to take on Rumple (as established in O204, his first ep), but if he was gonna be a regular, he needed something more. So O205 introduces him to a group of our heroines, especially through Emma’s eyes (she’s the one who sees right through him), while the climax of this meeting plays out in O206, laying out the foundation for CS. Just keep in mind that on 911, Ryan got the part of Eddie because of how much TPTB liked and wanted to work with him. In other words, in both cases it seems the on-screen chemistry and joint journey of two characters started with an off-screen love of TPTB for a charismatic actor.

Both ships were given this initial trajectory of enemies to friends. In the case of CS, Hook starts out on the side of the bad guys while Emma is The Savior. He also uses a sleazy sort of flirting as a tactic: when his opponents are annoyed, it distracts them from his true intentions, and it also disarms them by making it seem like he poses no real threat since he can’t even “keep it in his pants.” He uses this on many, yet from the get go, he has a special focus on Emma. There are four heroines he meets in O205, but she’s the main one he negotiates with, tries to win over, flirts with and when the women have to decide which one of them would climb the beanstalk with him, once they chose Emma he even states, “I was hoping it would be you.” Even the way he puts the bracelet on her wrist is more physically intimate than it needs to be. That means we have an antagonistic start, alongside an undercurrent of attraction. That’s exactly what we have with Buddie as well in 201, when Buck starts out disliking Eddie, but under the surface it’s clear he’s attracted (and not just physically) to Eddie as well, to how incredible he is.

During the O206 climb, Hook starts a dialogue with Emma, but I mean, he really wants to get to know her. It’s still something he can rationalize away in his mind as him simply doing whatever serves his revenge (maybe in the long run this info might be useful), but he doesn’t strictly need this in the short run. Knowing about her first love doesn’t help with how they’ll defeat the giant and retrieve the golden compass. Yet, he wants to know. She intrigues him and makes him want more. It’s the only time we’ll see him in Os2 (other than the finale) doing something that isn’t directly needed for his revenge. In fact, the issue of whether he would betray Emma in order to further his revenge explicitly comes up (she assumes he would based on how Neal had betrayed her in the past), he doesn’t try any tricks when she’s wounded, instead he bandages her hand, goes with her altered plan on how to tackle the giant even though it puts him in a much greater danger (the new plan has benefits for Emma, none for him, yet he still accepts it), comments on how well they work as a team, and we also discover in O209 that he wouldn’t have betrayed her later on either (Hook tells her so when they both know Emma has a lie detection super power, showing that she got under his skin, to make him honest and loyal to her even when it doesn’t necessarily benefit him). My point is, this ep isn’t shy about setting up the possibility of CS being more than two people who temporarily share the same goal. This is so much like Buddie, whose compatibility is clearly cemented in 201 beyond just that one grenade call they worked on together in the ambulance, leading to them exchanging a vow to have each other’s back.

Emma’s reaction to him is played in a more understated fashion. She goes with him because they need the compass, but she doesn’t like the flirting, she openly doesn’t trust him and at first she doesn’t quite open up to his questions. However, we get a hint that her real reaction might run deeper than it initially seems because we get her flashbacks to Neal (the name Baelfire chose for himself in The Land Without Magic), the only love she’s had before. Those flashbacks are triggered simply by meeting Hook, later intensified by his questions. He got under her skin from the start. She also spots his tattoo and asks about the woman mentioned in it. She wants to get to know Hook better, too. When he doesn’t really wanna open up to her about his lost love either, she also guesses correctly what it is he’s not telling her. When he acknowledges she’s right by calling her perceptive, she returns his honesty by admitting she might have been in love before (despite lying about it earlier). That makes their interaction perfectly mutual. We get everything needed for the classic trope of enemies to friends to eventual lovers, not to mention soulmates. And again, the mutual nature of the attraction is so similar to what we get with Buck and Eddie, who both want to get to know the other one better even at the peak of not getting along. Buck still asks Eddie questions to better understand the new guy, while in all of 201, the only person Eddie is shown as being interested in on a more personal level is Buck, with that comment at the gym about knowing that he’s a good guy going through a tough break up, showing empathy, but emphasizing they’re on the same team...

Keep your friends close and your story telling options closer

But CS didn’t get a simple love story set up. I’m certain the original plan was for Emma to actually have a different endgame, which IMO makes the comparison of CS with Buddie so much more interesting. Os2 is full of hints that Emma’s intended endgame was Neal. SF as endgame includes epic symbolism: Emma, the daughter of THE Good Guys from the Enchanted Land, and Neal, the son and grandson of THE Bad Guys from that land, meet in the Land Without Magic, fall in love and have a child together, their union bringing eventual salvation for all. It’s the stuff fairytales are made of! I also have to say that I really loved Baelfire as a kid, so it makes sense that if TPTB set him up to be such a loved character, they would want him (and assume the viewers want him) to have the ultimate happy ending with Emma.

How does CS fit into that? Well, my theory is that when introducing us to them, TPTB saw dramatic potential in the chemistry between Hook and Emma, plus it helped link him to the show, but they hadn’t decided yet how exactly to play with this ship alongside their intended endgame one. I believe they saw three options, and they tried to create the foundation for CS so that it would reasonably lend itself to any of the three, though I do think they had a preference. The first option was to set up the potential of CS as a romantic ship, but then not follow through, making it clear that Hook is attracted to Emma, but that her link to him would just be as The Savior, with him being one of many she helps to save. In other words, Hook’s attraction would be one sided, but it would help him to redeem himself and at some point find his own happy ending. Another option, and I believe the main one they were considering during Os2, was for CS to grow into something romantic (and mutual), but not an endgame ship. It would be a station on Emma’s romantic journey, and the love triangle created by CS would be another obstacle for SF to overcome (and it makes me LOL forever that we got a bit of that love triangle treatment for Buddie when Taylor was around, even without Buddie going canon, unlike CS who had kissed by the time Hook discovers Neal is still alive). The last option is again one that I think TPTB were less interested in, but made sure not to close the door on, which is that the set up for CS would grow into an actual endgame ship.

Why do I think the love triangle option was the initially preferred one? IMO just like Os2 is full of signs that SF were meant to be endgame, we also have hints that TPTB’s course was to create that love triangle between SF and CS, for example in the O206 flashback to the time when Neal shoplifted the swan keychain for Emma. Right within the shot there’s a heart-shaped keychain with a pirate symbol on it. Another example that connects the two ships is that in this ep, Hook tells Emma about having been in Neverland, while in her flashbacks we see SF talking about settling down, and she jokingly asks, “Like, where? Neverland?” Also, on the beanstalk, Hook says he can tell she has the look in her eyes of a lost kid who’s been abandoned by her parents. We already know based on the set up of his revenge story that Hook’s a bit of a lost soul himself (and we’ll find out in O222 that he was an abandoned orphan, too). This was Neal’s background as well. All three are, in a sense, kindred spirits. In fact, while O206 establishes the start of CS and shows us SF for the first time through flashbacks, O221 is going to show us that, independent of this, Hook and Baelfire had also crossed paths and cared about each other, completing all sides of the love triangle. Notice how ALL of these things, because they connect and parallel Hook and Neal, can just as easily support the idea that Hook was always meant to be an obstacle for SF to overcome, or that Hook is Emma’s true love. This is what TPTB like, to keep their options open in case things (and their preferences) shift.

I see similarities here to what happened with Eddie’s character on 911. He was brought in because TPTB liked Ryan and wanted him on the show. They were reorganizing after Abby’s departure in 110, so they introduced Maddie’s character as the new anchor at Dispatch, as well as Eddie to make the team more dynamic. Both needed ties to the team. Maddie would have one in Buck, but she also needed a romantic connection. We know TPTB decided on having the new characters develop a romance. JLH took one look at the ship name and said, “Chim,” 'coz she’s a queen. Which means Maddie would still have her romance, but what would tie Eddie on a personal level to the 118? My guess is TPTB saw the chemistry between Ryan and Oliver, and decided to go with that as the significant bond they’d give Eddie. The changes were made before 201 even aired. Once the ep did, Eddie’s entire introduction is all about Buck, including some clear hints at the option of a romance, without committing to it yet. I’m talking of course about the way Eddie’s presented shirtless for Buck to take him in, the sexy tune “Whatta Man” playing in the background, plus of course the classic enemies to friends trope. Again, TPTB hint at it, lay out the foundations, but keep their options open. When you run a show, there are a lot of elements that might end up not playing out as you intended them to, so you have to reserve some level of flexibility, keep your plans in mind, but also be able to adapt to what ends up working on screen. That’s why I think there were other hints at a possible romantic Buddie throughout s2 (the most blatant of which was the Elf Lady scene in 210 and the social media comments about Buddie in 218), but without anything becoming explicit yet. I do assume back then, they hadn’t decided yet whether to go canon with Buddie or not.

A part of what makes the comparison off screen so fascinating to me is contemplating what made TPTB change course and decide that the option they’re going with is CS as endgmae after all, because it might reflect on when and how a similar decision has been/will be made on 911 regarding Buddie. I do think the ultimate factor was on screen chemistry that garnered CS tons of vocal fans even before anything canon happened between them. Does that remind you of a certain 911 ship? But then, I also think SF's chemistry paled in comparison (I can specify in detail why the ship fell short on the story telling level as well, but my impression is it was a poor decision to cast Neal without an audition, including a chemistry read for SF. CS absolutely sizzle together. Chemistry is a mystery that few have managed to decipher. It’s not about whether actors are good or not, it’s not about whether they like each other as people off screen, it’s an unknown. And it might also be, at least to a degree, in the eye of the beholder. I’m sure there are SF fans who think their ship’s chemistry was way better than CS’. But I say to a degree ‘coz there usually is a general consensus, and in the case of Emma, most viewers seemed to agree her chemistry with Hook was off the charts). If the only ship that OUaT set up in a way that could (and was meant to) rival CS was failing to do that, what were the chances that any other incoming ship would? I suspect this is what settled the score in favor of CS. Not only did they become a canon couple, not only did they become Emma’s endgame, they became in a sense the whole show’s endgame. OUaT’s main theme (explicitly repeated) is that anything is possible if you only hold on to hope. The last significant zoom in we get for the entire show is on CS hugging while holding their little baby girl, Hope. 911 is very similar in its hopeful themes to OUaT, so here I have to point out that no one gives Eddie or Buck hope that things can be good quite like the other man (just one example is Eddie struggling from the very start of s5, and Buck helping him and giving him hope in 514 in ways no one else, not even a therapist, can).

Basically, this dynamic of TPTB creating a ship and not committing to it, but wanting it present in the minds of the viewers and realizing over time that none other could compare to this ship is once more very similar IMO to Buddie. After scenes like the lasagna Buddifer one in 601, there’s no character in the world that can enter the 911 verse at this point and win viewers’ hearts as the endgame ship for either Buck or Eddie over what they have with each other. Ultimately, I don’t see how TPTB can make any other choice that would be satisfying (and acceptable) for most of the audience.

In case you’re wondering whether I’m wrong and CS was supposed to be endgame all along, OUaT actually hinted within the show that this is what happened. In O621, after CS had just been married and immediately torn apart, Hook gives a small speech that seems to reflect the decision making behind the scenes: “Look, we made each other better! All right? Emma and I were never a predestined love story, guaranteed a happy ending. We fought for our love, and we won.” Within the OUaT world, where a whole bunch of things such as Being The Savior ARE predestined, there's nothing that tells Hook he and Emma weren’t. So why is he saying that? It’s TPTB inserting a meta comment into the text. As I’ve been pointing out, I believe these words resonate true for Buddie as well, who might not have been the original plan either, but they found each other, made each other better, and have been fighting together for the little family unit they ended up having.

Love is stored in the parallels

It’s fascinating to me that after CS first meet, the rest of Os2 gives each a mostly separate plot, because they’re both still preoccupied with a former love and they’re not ready to be with each other just yet. Hook is chasing his revenge, haunted by the ghost of the murdered Milah, while Emma is surprised by Neal returning to her life and taking his place there as Henry’s dad.

I find it insane how similar this is to Buddie in s2. They meet as enemies, quickly become friends, but for the most part have separate plots for that season, where Buck has to find a way to disentangle himself from Abby’s ghost (which is how he defines her when he writes his letter to her), and Eddie finds that his one request for momentary help turns into Shannon surprisingly returning to his life and trying to re-take her place there as Christopher’s mom. I’ll repeat, Hook and Buck are both haunted by the ‘ghost’ of a past lover, while Emma and Eddie have to deal with their ex, who’s also the biological parent of their kid, returning to their life. When I tell you that this perfect parallel makes me wanna chew glass...

But this allows them to resolve their issues and come closer together. There’s a moment when Hook thinks he did finally get his revenge in O215, which leads him to ponder in O220 what will become of his life if he does kill Rumple. He realizes it would be empty, as he has no one to share it with. This is a change inspired by Emma. He grasps the emptiness of his pursuit since in spite of himself, he started caring about her. It’s because of what he told her in O206, that she’s “bloody brilliant” and because of what she tells him in O222, that they understand each other (as fellow lost souls). There is something real between them that is changing him. The Os2 finale forces him to choose between his revenge and his own life. It’s a choice that he had to make before and he always chose to put himself in harm’s way in order to avenge Milah’s death (in an O311 flashback he even explicitly tells Tink that dying for his revenge would be satisfying enough). But this time, he realizes he does want to live. And as Emma challenges him in this ep to care about anyone other than himself, he does. He cares about her enough to do the right thing, returning to Storybrooke to save everyone. He practically tells her she’s the reason, that she inspired him to remember he could care about others. When he realizes his return was too late for his initial intention, but he could still help by offering the magic bean to save Henry, he immediately volunteers to do so and even to join the search party. It’s during this time that we’ll see them really coming together. That made me think of the distance we saw between Buddie in 5a, which gave way to them growing closer than ever in 5b, as Eddie confesses his greatest fear to and finds comfort in Buck.

O222 still doesn’t commit to a specific CS option, though. It could be Emma as The Savior helping Hook become better without returning his feelings, it could be the start of something that will eventually make way for Emma choosing Neal once she’s reunited with him, or it could be the start of CS as a ship that OUaT is actually invested in, not just as an obstacle to SF. When did the show decide between those options? I suspect the answer is during the hiatus ahead of Os3. What Hook did in O222, when he chose to return, it was the first selfless thing we’ve seen him do. But is it something that means he’s worthy of Emma or can compete with the feelings she and Neal still have for each other? I would argue that there’s nothing in the Os2 finale to definitively answer that in the affirmative, at least not just yet. In the Os3 premiere, however, I believe we get exactly that. We have a moment when Hook and Regina discuss whether villains like them can get happy endings. It’s a continuation of their talk in O220, where for the first time Hook wondered about whether he should have something more to his life than vengeance. In O301, he lets Regina know he hopes they can get one. As their conversation ends, the camera pans from that to Emma. That may not seem so significant, but in O416, there’s a scene where CS talk about whether Hook, as a former villain, will get his happy ending. She asks him if he’s found it, and he replies, “Don’t you know, Emma? It’s you.” Visually, the show clues us in on this almost two seasons earlier, before Hook himself had even realized it, using that shot. TPTB have already chosen CS over SF, we just don’t (officially) know it yet either.

But it’s one of those things whose full significance you’re meant to only realize during a rewatch. That’s exactly what 911 gave us with that montage of memories Eddie has in 315, where he sees the family he recognizes he’ll always fight to come back to, and that family is not just his son, it’s about both Buck and Chris. As emotional and incredible as that scene was, we discover roughly a season later that it means even more than we realized, as Eddie reveals to Buck in 414 his decision to alter his will following that call, officially and legally binding Buck to their family. Now just imagine, maybe somewhere in what we’ve seen there’s already a scene that one day, with the gift of hindsight, we’ll watch and it will hit us that TPTB were using it to signal that they had already chosen to make Buddie canon, we just needed to wait for it to unfold...

I say this because even though O301 lets us know TPTB have already settled on CS, the show itself will continue to pretend as if the love triangle between them and SF is yet to be decided throughout the rest of Os3. Hook surprised Emma more than once along Os2, but as he chose her over his revenge, she got to really see the kind of man he can be. His bloodthirst for Milah’s murderer was always fueled by his love and by the kind of devotion that only lost souls can offer. If that was so intense, just imagine what he’s capable of feeling when he begins falling in love with the one woman who he thinks of as so amazing that she could even make him let go of his vengeance. Alongside this, TPTB still dwell on Emma’s lingering feelings for Neal. That makes it seem like an open race, but it was later confirmed in an interview that they knew they were going to kill Neal before Os3 even started airing.

There are still clues in the subtext that CS are it. For example, in O301 we get to see them as a battle couple again, something we hadn’t witnessed since their first quest together climbing the beanstalk in O206. Never estimate the power of this trope! Since the days of the ancient Greeks, it has been used to signify a pair of bonded souls, ready to kill and die for each other, playing on the duality of the fierce fight one conducts for the person they harbor the most tender of feelings for, with both partners being so in sync that their bond can be counted on even in the most life threatening of situations. And yes, of course Buddie falls into this long, intense (and historically, homoerotic) tradition, as we have seen them being the ultimate battlefield boyfriends multiple times.

Another thing is that the triangle’s two sides aren’t truly balanced. What I mean by this is that when a show hasn’t decided yet, and wants to build up both ships, it will make sure to balance every significant thing one ship has with an equal counterpart for the other. In O307, CS have a meaningful moment where Emma thanks Hook for doing the right thing and telling them Neal is in Neverland, so that he can be saved. She acknowledges this is something Hook did in spite of Neal being his romantic rival for her affections. Hook responds that when he wins her heart, and he will, it won’t be because of trickery, it will be because she wants him (there are actually three opportunities Hook has in Neverland to win her “unfairly,” and he resists using even a single one of them). What this does is cement the fact that the love Hook feels for Emma can help him be a better man, someone who he once was (as we saw in O305). It’s a redemption through love story. And Neal doesn’t have an equivalent to that. Another indication is in O311, when Emma and Henry have to leave Storybrooke, knowing that once they do, they will lose their memories of everyone else. Hook tells Emma there won’t be a day when he won’t think of her. She smiles and replies, “Good.” Hook on his part is confessing that his feelings have morphed into this hopeless, epic love that will haunt him even when they’re realms apart. Emma, by accepting that, is in turn admitting that she actually does want whatever it is that has started developing between them. But when Neal told her a moment earlier that it isn’t over and he will see her and Henry again, she didn’t answer. Again, these are small signs that TPTB already knew the endgame ship before we got Emma officially choosing Hook, but they still pretended as if it’s not settled yet, still acting as if the love triangle is balanced. And I am forever thinking about 911 and what TPTB have already decided, but still aren’t ready to admit...

The on screen parallels are, like love, endless

We talk a lot about what Buddie’s ‘Oh’ moment might be, that instance of recognition of what they feel. We might not have gotten one on screen yet, or we may discover later on that, like the visual clue in O301, we can only decipher their ‘Oh’ moment in retrospect. With Hook, I think he had his in O302. Emma has to admit who she really is, that she’s still a lost girl. We, as viewers, can tell how similar she is to Hook. When they talk about it later, he asks her, “And just who are you, Swan?” and she teases, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Hook is usually the one to bring on the flirting that most women don’t take seriously, but this time, when it’s Emma who’s being coy, he reacts with unusual sincerity and responds, “Perhaps I would.” It’s that uncharacteristic intensity that lets us know, he’s admitting it to himself. In O206, we saw that he was interested in getting to know Emma, but he could still lie to himself, hide behind how the info might come in useful at some point in his pursuit of revenge (even though we don’t see him take a similar interest in any of the other opponents). But here, he’s already let go of the idea of retribution, and is admitting to himself he honestly is interested in her, that what he feels is more than just attraction or a means to a goal. He genuinely would like to be the person allowed in. And yes, once more this is very similar to Buddie, who gravitated towards each other from the start, how they both showed such an interest in getting to know the other man better, and we got to see how similar in their trauma and journey towards healing they are, as well as being each other’s person, the one allowed in.

Another thing we have is instances of mutual longing stares. These are supposed to quietly make our guts turn, because CS exchange them in Os3 precisely whenever it seems like they can’t be together. For example, in O306 when Emma discovers that Neal, the father of her child, is still alive and in Neverland, there’s an intense exchange of stares between her and Hook. It reminds me a bit of how Buddie sometimes stare at each other, such as when the the team is discussing Eddie and Ana going to an event as a couple for the first time in 501, but it’s Buck’s eyes that Eddie meaningfully catches...

There’s of course the classic instants of jealousy. They don’t necessarily develop into full plots like on some shows, but they do exist in the background as a reminder for who someone really wants, no matter what facade they may present to the world. In O310, for example, Hook has decided to let Emma go so that she could have a chance to see if she could work things out with the father of her son. But he’s heartbroken, so he tries to take his mind off the pain by hitting on Tink, who of course realizes exactly what he’s doing and says no. Nothing happens, but Emma arrives just in time to see the two of them together and be visibly displeased by the idea. This is a lot like Eddie, even as early as 206, disliking the idea of Buck with any other person, like when he saw Taylor speaking to Bobby in that ep and ignored it, but the second he saw her speaking to Buck...

And let’s talk about building a family unit together! Well, Hook being Emma’s co-parent isn’t exactly a focal point of OUaT, since she shares custody of Henry with another, adoptive mother. The show is preoccupied enough with both Emma and Regina’s journey to accepting their motherhood and learning how to be a good parent to Henry, on top of Neal discovering that he’s a dad (not to mention all the grandparents this brings into Henry’s life), that I don’t think the show has a lot of space left to delve too deeply into Hook as Henry’s extra parental figure. And yet, it does have a whole bunch of really lovely moments that it dedicates precisely to that. For example, in O316, before CS even get together, Hook spends a lot of time with Henry to help this kid grieve. Even when we don’t see these moments on screen, OUaT makes sure to include references that let us know these are happening off screen. And to really cement it, all of O606 is dedicated to establishing that Henry does see them as a family unit and accepts Hook not just as Emma’s romantic partner, but also as an additional parent.

I don’t really have to explain how this is very similar to Buddie, where there’s no question Chris has basically embraced Buck as his other dad, and that these three ARE one family unit, right?

Another thing OUaT did with CS once it decided they were endgame is to give them an epic cinematic point of reference. I’m referring to O305, when Emma and Hook kiss for the first time. Hook, the womanizing pirate, is visibly shaken up by it. Emma, however, is still in denial and right away says it’s just a one time thing. But as she sends him away, he replies with, “As you wish.” This is an obvious reference to the movie Princess Bride which established that saying that is another form of saying, “I love you.”

Buddie have their own cinematic reference built into the ship. Their promise in 201 to have each other’s back is a clear reference to Maverick and Iceman’s exchange at the end of Top Gun accepting the other guy as their wing man. If you ask me, that was a way of saying “I love you,” too. And of course, Top Gun came out in the 1980’s, when mainstream Hollywood was not filming gay romances, but this hit film is widely known and understood as a queer coded movie. In fact, Val Kilmer himself once referred to Iceman as his first gay role...

And God, that epic reference really fits CS. Even before they get together, Hook’s feelings for Emma are so grand, he chooses to follow her to the ends of earth and time, literally. Magical vortex that leads God only knows where opens up in O321? Hook wants to get out of there right away. It sucks Emma in? Hook deliberately lets go and allows the vortex to claim him as well, while he mutters that one day he’s going to stop chasing this woman (except he obviously won’t). You know who else follow each other into the craziest, most life endangering situations without a second thought? Yep, our resident moron in love firefighters. They will never stop chasing and saving each other either.

An additional way to build up CS as a ship and a significant one is to have them parallel the other canon couples on the show, particularly the ones that have such a sound foundation that viewers know their love is true. If CS parallel those couples, that means their love is true as well. I think the most obvious parallel on OUaT is between CS and Emma’s parents, Snow and Charming. They were THE romance in s1, cemented by their exchanged promise that they will always find each other. Just imagine how feral I went when in O511, we had Emma leading an expedition to the fucking underworld because she was hellbent on finding and saving Hook, and she utters the same epic promise of love her parents have repeatedly made to each other, that she will find him, she will always find him. Just in case we still had any doubts, in the underworld she has to undergo a test of true love, and unsurprisingly, she passes it. Hook and Emma get to spend the rest of their lives knowing that what they built together, by being there for each other, comforting and learning and saving one another, is true love. So I hope you get why it drives me a little crazy to think about how, in essence, that’s exactly what Buddie have as well, their relationship is built from the same building blocks. Not to mention, they’re also repeatedly shown to parallel the canon, foundational couples of 911, like Madney, Henren and Bathena.

Another of these parallels to Snow and Charming can be found in the language one partner uses when they try to revive the part of the ship. In O103, it’s Snow trying to save Charming in Storybrooke, and she’s begging him at first to come back to “us,” but that doesn’t really express what she feels, her desperation, so she switches over to “Come back to me.” That switch says everything about how significant the “me” is. It’s not just a general rescue attempt out of respect for the sacredness of all human life. This is personal. A loss that the rescuer cannot bear. And they have faith that the connection between them and the person they’re trying to save is another life line, in addition to the physical actions to keep the other person alive. That’s exactly what Emma is also begging Hook to do when she’s giving him CPR in O320, in those very words, after Zelena almost drowned him to death. That of course parallels Buck begging Eddie to stay “with me” in 414. Also worthy of note? None of these couples are together when one half of the ship has to rescue the other and ends up resorting to this intimate language.

A parallel I absolutely have to quietly scream about into my fist is the one about emotional walls. In O503, Hook confesses to Emma that he liked her exactly as she was. He tells her that he liked her walls, and he liked being the one to break them down. That confession holds so much, like the acceptance of the person you’re in love with as they are, with all of the parts of themselves that they see as the worst, like the love, patience and support that turns being there for someone else when they let you in on what they see as their ugliest parts into something you see as beautiful, and like that awe-inspiring realization that you are special to them because you’re the only one they let into their mess. Now tell me this isn’t precisely what we got with Buddie, when Buck physically broke down the door to Eddie’s most private space, his bedroom, and he wasn’t kicked out for doing that or met with any kind of resistance, instead what Buck got was Eddie letting down his emotional walls as well, not just in that moment, but also later on, when he allows Buck back into that mess, to help clean it up and fix his broken walls. Yes, the most significant emotional developments that happen between romantic partners are ones that Buddie got to have, too.

And lastly there’s of course the parallel that you can see in the header for this meta post, between the time Emma had to watch Hook be stabbed in front of her eyes in O423 and when Buck had to witness Eddie get shot right in front of him in 413. The way that scene plays out (one is fatally wounded, the other is horrified into paralysis, but then before they can rush in, a third party has to intervene and stop them, as the wounded partner reaches out to them) is a romantic trope in itself, because yeah, shows and movies usually only do it this way to one person when it’s their romantic partner who sees everything and is devastated by it. That Buck was put in the same position Emma during this scene, that says everything.

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