#Quinn McKenna x you

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Couch for Four

Dave York x Carol York x female reader x Quinn McKenna Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: General audiences, but this blog is always 18+! Word Count: 6k Warnings: MMFF poly fam established in the fic Table for Four . Just a lil bit of fluff about PMS/PMDD. Talk of menstruation and some folks day dreaming about possible future pregnancy. Just a whole lot of fluff and Super Care Taker Dave.  Summary: When your PMS kicks in early and angry, Dave steps up to make sure you’re taken care of and comfortable. Which includes making sure Carol and Quinn are in on the plan.  Notes: I’ve been dealing with horrible PMDD for an entire two weeks now and Keri is an angel who helps me daydream about being taken care of when I feel bad. That’s all, that’s what is here. Pure self-indulgence. 

It started last night, which was inconvenient but not the end of the world. Quinn was out with Carol last night and Dave was having Daddy-daughter night with his kids, so you had curled up on the couch and eaten a parsed together dinner of sad, small amounts of various leftovers, a half a Taco Bell quesadilla, a bowl of that amazing soup from the bistro down the block, and the rest of that bag of kettle corn from the vendor at the farmer’s market. It was by no means gourmet, but there was no one there to witness it so you just popped on Dirty Dancing Havana Nights for the eightieth time because you don’t care if the sequel isn’t as good, you just like to watch Diego Luna dance. Last night was not a problem. It’s this morning that’s the problem.

No amount of coffee in the world can bring you back to human when PMS wallops you out of nowhere like this, so your makeup feels painted on and your clothes feel too tight in awkward places. The breakfast sandwich that you ate on the drive to the office has somehow only made you more hungry and that has you unconsciously pouting at your desk in between phone calls and managing Dave’s many responsibilities.

You’re not getting as much done as you’d like to when you’re denying yourself the bottle of that new Sprite Lymonade – which you’ve become obsessed with – that you have stashed in the break room fridge with your name on it. You’re going to eat the goddamn salad you packed for lunch and not order a crab cake BLT and curly fries from the sandwich shop across the street for lunch. You’re going to get through work and be fine. You’re going to be normal. And only after accomplishing that will you allow yourself to go home and cry over more rom-coms and isolate yourself from your partners for a few days so they don’t worry about you.

When Dave walks into the office, he immediately knows that something is off-kilter with you. Instead of the bright, beautiful smile that signifies that you are excited to see him, your face is slightly sagging. Indicating that you aren't feeling the best and the wane, almost watery smile a dim ghost of your normal greeting. The double shot latte in his hand had been for him, but he sets it down beside your computer and smiles. "Good morning, sweetheart." He murmurs softly, figuring you might be battling with a headache or maybe even those head colds that seem to be running rampant around the office.

“Good morning.” In an effort not to have him worrying, you refocus on your computer like you’re already busy at work. “There is one phone message on your desk and you have a team meeting at 10. Any special instructions this morning?”

He frowns slightly, normally the first five or ten minutes of his day with you is spent chatting about more than instructions or messages. Something’s off with you and he wonders if you are upset that Quinn and Carol went out last night. “Nothing at all sweetheart, I know you have my schedule set for me.”

“Of course.” The electronic calendar containing his business obligations is meticulously micromanaged regardless of how crappy you yourself might feel.

“Are you alright?” He frowns slightly, shuffling closer as you pretend to be engrossed in the screen. “You aren’t upset I was with the girls last night, are you?”

“What?” It breaks your heart a little that he would even think that and you shake your head immediately. There aren’t many people in the office yet so you can reach for his hand and give a quick squeeze without fear of being spotted. “No. I’m just not feeling one hundred percent myself today. I’m fine, I promise.” That’s putting it mildly, unfortunately, but you’re a grown ass woman. It’s not like this is your first time with PMS.

“Okay.” Dave believes you, knowing that you aren’t one to lie to him. “If you need to go home, you know you can.” He doesn’t want you here if you need to be resting.

“I know.” He would never make you work if you needed to be home, probably much more lenient with you than he needs to be because he does care about you. But by the same token, caring about him is part of why you work so hard. “It’s…” There’s no use hiding anything from him. Dave York is not a man that anyone can keep secrets from. “It’s just…the usual.”

Frowning for a moment, his eyes drop down to the calendar and then he understands. “Oh.” He murmurs softly. “Okay. I understand.”

“Nothing to worry about,” you promise him. Even if it’s hitting early and hard this month, it’s still just the same old stuff that you’ve been dealing with since middle school.

He knows that’s not exactly true. Your periods seem to hit you more severely than Carol. She had explained it to him once, and Dave had been appalled that you had to go through that every month. So of course he would worry.

The fact that you have to leave your desk twice before his meeting to ride out a crying spell in the bathroom isn’t ideal, but hopefully he didn’t notice. The coffee he left you also seems to have heightened your anxiety, which only makes things harder, but it can all be managed. You worked at the fucking White House. You can handle anything. At least, that’s what you remind yourself when you’re staring at your own red eyes in the mirror on bathroom trip number three.

Dave kept his door open, watching as you leave your desk for the third time and he sighs. Standing, he walks out and to your phone to pick it up and forward the calls to his handset. Bypassing the need to have you screen his calls for him. It’s clear that this isn’t a normal day for you and he won’t treat it as such.

The blinking light on your desk phone when you get back again makes you frown, and you feel like you should be tucking your tail between your legs when you knock gently on Dave’s door and nudge it open. Apparently, you’ve been so out of it that you didn’t even realize it was cracked open. “Mr. York?” You’re formal because the other assistant in this section of the office is a busybody. “Is there a problem?”

Dave looks up from his computer and motions you to come inside. “Come on in and close the door, sweetheart,” he murmurs quietly so that only you can hear him. “No problem that can’t be fixed.”

“I’m sorry I had to step away again.” His door clicks shut behind you and you brace yourself for him to be upset or at least disappointed – which everyone knows is worse. But he is generally an understanding boss and he’s an attentive partner, so the best you can do right now is wait to find out if you’ve finally tested him too much and hope that that isn’t the case.

“You don’t need to be sorry.” Dave pushed back from his desk and pats his thigh. “Come here, sweetheart.”

The pinpricks behind your eyes are immediate, and before you can stop them they’ve boiled over into full-blown tears with messy, garbled “I’m sorry”s hiccuped in between. There’s just no way in hell that you can manage sex right now. Not emotionally or even physically – cramps having kicked in finally and joined that unwelcome cacophony of symptoms.

“Hey, hey.” Frowning, Dave immediately stands, rushing over to you to pull you against his chest. “What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.” No clue why you started crying when he wanted you to sit on his lap, he’s a little alarmed at how you are reacting. Normally you love sitting on his lap at work, though he doesn’t want to have you sit on his cock this time.

“I just—I’m really sorry—” The game is now about keeping your voice down so Fran doesn’t hear you crying from outside the door. “I can’t today. I know it’s usually not a big deal but I just don’t feel up to it.”

“What?” He shakes his head, curling you into his chest a bit more. Protective of your feelings and wanting to provide you with comfort if you need it. “No, baby, I didn’t want sex. I just wanted to hold you. Nothing more.” He promises softly.

Good job dumb ass. The voice in your head chastises immediately, though you don’t move an inch from the safety of his arms. Always gotta assume the worst. “I’m sorry,” you murmur again, softer, this time apologizing for misunderstanding. “I guess I’m a little less myself today than I thought.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He had just wanted to hold you on his lap while he worked, but now he guides you over to the sofa in the corner of his office. “I have my sweats here. Do you want to get out of your tight skirt and pantyhose?” He offers.

It would be better. You know that. It would be so much more comfortable. Dave’s sweats and workout clothes are always soft and worn in, usually the kind of thing that you would jump at wearing if the situation arose. Carol does too, and sometimes you twin it in her husband’s clothes when you spend the weekend at their house. “That…” You’re nodding even as you protest. “That would be noticeable…I’ll just say I spilled coffee on my skirt, I guess.”

“You’re going to stay in here.” Dave tells you. “I’ve already set up the heating pad.” He uses it for when his back hurts or the ache and pains that come with his job, but he knows how much Carol depends on her heating pad during her periods. “And you can sleep or read or just watch me work.”

“I don’t understand.” Probably more than a little dense from all the fog of mood swings, you feel completely dumb when you just look at him like a lost puppy.

“You aren’t feeling good sweetheart.” One hand slides down to caress your stomach. “If you won’t go home, you’re going to let me take care of you.” He prefers that actually. “I have a drawerful of your favorite snacks and no more pressing meetings today.”

You really could cry all over again, both of your hands clasping over his on your middle. Sometimes you swear he gets moony over the idea of having more kids around, but he knows that’s not in your life plan any time soon. “You’re an angel, you know that right?”

“Gotta take care of my girl.” He leans in and nudges his nose against yours. “If I don’t, Carol and Quinn will have my hide.” It’s more than just the other two being annoyed with him, he wants to take care of you. Wants to make sure that you know you are loved and supported. “You want one of those Sprite Lymonades from the fridge? You’ve been drinking a lot of them lately. I can go grab one while you change. Or some tea?”

“Those stupid sodas are so good.” Slumping a little against his side, you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and sniffle quietly. “I really appreciate this, honey…” He knows you’re never off your mark like this at work. So much so that he had no idea your periods and the accompanying symptoms were this bad until Carol had told him.

“I’ve got you.” He promises, sliding his hand around to your back and squeezing you slightly. “You go change and I’ll get you all set up for your much needed day of rest.”

He strides out the door a moment later with confidence and you snatch your purse out from under your desk to be able to have your phone and book on the couch in his office. Dave keeps his spare clothes and gym clothes in the small cabinet under the windows of his government issued office and you slip out the nondescript gray sweatpants and t-shirt that Carol got him on vacation over a decade ago. Exchanging your own clothes for his is like being wrapped in a warm York-family hug and you tuck your heels in next to the couch with your purse so you can lie down. Your partner’s clothes, a heating pad, and a book. This is the closest to comfortable that you’ve felt in two days.

If people are surprised that Dave is in the break room, they don’t show it. Most often you grab his coffee, but he fishes out his wallet to grab a couple of dollar bills to feed into the machine. He knows you will fret about not taking care of him since this is your job but Dave is a believer that as your boss and your lover, it’s also his job to take care of you. He punches the button for your desired drink and listens to it rattle around before dispensing the bottle of cold lemon-lime soda.

The electric blanket is tucked neatly against you when Dave comes back in, and you offer him a soft smile and a "Thank you" for the soda. "I'm just going to shoot Quinn a text and then order your lunch, and then I swear I'm off duty for the rest of the day." What you're actually doing is canceling on Quinn for tonight, but you'll just tell him that you're under the weather. He won't mind – it's not as though you had anything really planned. It was more of just an agreement to meet up for dinner and then see where the night took you.

“Don’t worry about that.” Dave shakes his head. “I’ll order lunch.” He promises. “Now. Do you want Oreos, a Twix, a Snickers, or the pack of those chocolate chip cookies you like?”

"You have my cookies?" Not expecting that in the least, since you had discovered them originally at a gas station of all places, you pause in writing a message to Quinn and lift your head. "You tracked down my stupid convenience store cookies?"

“I tracked down your stupid convenience store cookies.” He grins, walking over to his desk and opening the bottom draw to pull out not one, but two packs of the cookies you couldn’t find anywhere else.

“Daaaave…” There are the tears again, barely pushed back as you take the packages from him and stand up to give him a tight hug full of gratitude. “You’re so good to me.”

“You deserve it.” He promises you, kissing your hair. “Now I want you to let me know if you need anything else, okay?”

“I’m all set.” The salad you brought will keep until dinner if you eat cookies for lunch, but that has to be some kind of nutritional balance, right? “Thank you honey.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He pulls out the blanket he sometimes uses when he’s too tired to go home late from a mission. Winking at you as he comes over to spread it out over you. “You just sit on your heating pad and look pretty.” He murmurs. “And cry if you need to. I won’t be mad about that.”

“Trust me, I won’t be able to stop myself from the way the day has been going so far.” You roll your eyes at yourself and give yourself permission to indulge in kissing him. It’s not like you haven’t done much worse on this couch, after all, but it means that you’re distracted enough to not hear Dave’s phone go off at his desk.

Once he kisses you and you are settled back against the cushions of the sofa, Dave makes his way back over to his desk. He picks up his phone and reads the text message from Quinn.

From SpaceCadet: Is she okay? She just canceled plans tonight. Said she wasn’t feeling well.

With your soda and your book you don’t even notice the way Dave’s face pinches when he looks down at his phone, finally letting your work brain turn off so you can just let yourself be distracted.

He glances over to you and starts typing out a reply. Having a bad day with her period. She’s been crying all morning. Got her camped out on the couch with a heating pad. Swing by her place and get a change of clothes and come to the house? I’m going to take her home.

From SpaceCadet: Copy that. Taking a half day and hitting the grocery store on my way there. Cooking for four or six?

Dave smirks at the reply, the girls love Quinn and he’s taken to them easily. Six. The girls are on a hot dog tear.

From SpaceCadet: Steaks for four and hot dogs for two. See you tonight.

There aren’t a lot of foods that Quinn has mastered but he can definitely feed kids and he makes a hell of a good steak. And since you had been showing him a thing or two or three in the kitchen he had really taken a new liking to cooking. So whatever he does, it’s almost guaranteed to be good.

Dave sets his phone down and glances back over to you to find you curled up with your cookies and soda, sniffing quietly as you read. It could be worse and he doesn’t want to smother you, so he turns towards his computer to knock out some emails.

******

When the end of the day comes you’ve managed a nap and a few more chapters in the novel that Carol had lent you, and you sit up on Dave’s couch still feeling burnt out and heavy with sadness despite resting all day. “I think I’m going to tuck in over the weekend,” you tell him, knowing it would be longshot to get anything done at home. Laundry and feeding yourself at most.

“That sounds good, sweetheart.” Dave nods, closing his computer down and locking his desk drawers. “Quinn’s bringing you some clothes and we are going to just veg for the weekend. Low key, relaxed and you won’t have to lift a finger.”

“Did you just say…” It takes you an extra second, but when you look back up he’s smiling in that completely self-satisfied way that he has whenever he’s plotted a surprise or knows he’s fully exhausted and satisfied you in bed. The expression that is his own little pat on the back. “You’re not letting me go home to wallow in privacy, are you?”

"Should we?" He asks, lifting a brow. "Are you telling me that I should let you go home to be alone and be miserable, stuck in your own head? Or my idea of bringing you home and letting me, Carol, and Quinn dote on you and spoil you?" If you really wanted to go home and be alone, he would let you. He just wouldn't be happy about it.

There’s guilt in your frown, and you dig your toes into the little rug runner under his sofa with a sigh. “I don’t want to spoil anyone’s good time.”

"You aren't going to spoil anything, sweetheart." It's Dave's turn to frown as he shakes his head. "We will have a perfectly good time just relaxing together. Carol knows what you are going through and Quinn and I? Well, we are good boys who do what our girls want us to." He sends you a small wink. "Even running out for your cookies."

In under thirty seconds your frown has turned into a pout with the corners of your lips distinctly turned up as you cross the office to put your arms around him again. “Thank you, love.” He’s very good at making big gestures seem small, and the longer you’re together the more natural it’s all starting to feel. Even bringing Quinn into the equation had been surprisingly simple. “I just—you know I wouldn’t ask for it. But I’m grateful to have it offered to me.”

"We will do anything for you, sweetheart." Dave reminds you, his own arms wrapping around your back and he kisses your forehead. "What do you think about letting me drive you home? Leaving your car here for the weekend?" You might want to go somewhere, but he and Quinn could always come back and get it if you need it.

“As long as it’s okay with my boss,” you flash him a grin, knowing that he doesn’t have anything on his calendar that you have to worry about this weekend and you were planning on face planting on your couch. “It sounds extremely sweet and pretty wonderful, honestly.”

"Okay, let's get out of here." Dave shoots you a grin, happy he's getting his way and you are going along with his plan. You will be pampered and taken care of. Just like you deserve to be.

******

Quinn and Carol’s cars are already in the driveway when you pull up to the house, and Dave parks in the garage beside his daughters’ bicycles. You’ve been having these family nights more often – all four adults together having dinner with his and Carol’s girls. Sometimes you’ll go to their recitals or watch movies with them all together, sometimes you’re just sitting at the kitchen table playing cards or board games while they do their homework. They’re used to you as their daddy’s assistant and friend, and now they’re used to Quinn, too. They tease you, of course, because Carol introduced him as Mommy and Daddy’s friend and your boyfriend, but it’s that cute kind of teasing that makes them giggle and sometimes ask if you’re gonna wear a big poofy dress when you get married one day. It’s harmless and sweet, and honestly you’ve really come to appreciate those moments of being a family together.

"Quinn promised to cook tonight." Dave tells you as he cuts the engine. "Steaks for us, so you know that Carol has whipped up some delicious sides and he probably bought a chocolate laden dessert."

“I owe you guys for this.” While you know that there is no point system – no one is keeping track of good deeds in this relationship the four of you have – you still know you’ll be doing extra little nice things for all of them to show them you’re thankful.

Dave scoffs but he doesn't answer, knowing that there is no point to it. Instead, he walks around the car and takes your purse and clothes from you. Keeping his hand on your back and chuckling. "Now that we are home, you can take your bra off."

“You bet your ass.” Both of you laugh and you let him sweep you into the house like a guest of honor instead of the frumpy pile of borrowed clothes and unsettled hair you are. A makeup wipe from your bag had washed away the careful face you applied this morning and while you do feel more human, you know you definitely look as tired as you feel.

"Honey." Carol immediately pops out of the kitchen, tutting and pouting at you as she sweeps in to wrap you up in a fierce hug. "You should have let Dave bring you home hours ago." She chastises you gently. "What do you need? The heating pad is already on the couch, or you can sit in the steam shower until dinner is ready."

“I’m okay,” you promise her instantly, accepting the tight hug and reminding yourself not to cry over how sweet she is. “I had the heating pad in Dave’s office all day and had a little nap while he worked. I just…” Sheepishly, you shrug a little in her arms and look around to find the girls nowhere in sight before you give Carol a kiss. “I just want to be around you guys.”

Carol pets your face, cooing against your lips softly. "We will take care of you." She promises, smiling as she pulls back. "Nothing better than two sexy men and me to dote on you when you are feeling yucky because Aunt Flo's being a cunt." She winks. "Pun intended."

“Unfortunately, she hasn’t even kicked in yet,” you laugh at the pun and let her steer you to a stool at the kitchen island. “This is just her pre show.”

"The show before the volcano." Carol winces and reaches out to rub your stomach. "I'm so sorry, love."

“I’ll be okay.” Another kiss can be stolen without too much fear, and you’re hugging her tightly when the glass door between the kitchen and the porch slides open. “Are they home? I thought I heard the car.” Quinn pops his head inside and looks around for a second before his eyes land on you with a sigh of relief. “Baby,” he sticks his lower lip out in a deep pout and immediately makes his way to your side to wind his arms around you. “Are you okay? I’m sorry you’re not feeling good.” Periods are the number one reason he’s glad he’s not a woman, and he remembers how hard his ex-wife had it when they were together but it seems like sometimes yours are even worse.

“I’m okay now.” Carol has stepped away to make room for Quinn and you hug him every bit as tightly as you hugged her. “I have the world’s best people to look after me.”

"I've got some steaks on the grill." He knows red meat is good for you during this time and he was determined to make it the best damn steak you've ever put in your mouth. "And I'm already determined to give you a foot massage later on."

"When Dave said you guys weren't going to let me lift a finger this weekend he really meant it, huh?" It never fails to make you smile, though, because you know that the love between the four of you is steady as a rock. "Thank you, baby."

“You’re welcome.” Quinn winks at you and grins. “You know that we would do anything for you.” He kisses you quickly and lets you go. “I can’t over cook the steaks or York will never let me live it down!” He calls over his shoulder as he rushes back out onto the deck.

"So how was work, love?" When you turn back to Carol at the stove, Dave has already put a cold drink in front of you and is setting the table on your other side.

“It was snotty noses and uncooperative shots.” She chuckles. “So a perfect day in my world.” She is stirring the mushroom risotto and turns to send you a happy smile. “No emergencies, so it was wonderful.”

"We love any day the pediatrician's office doesn't have to deal with broken bones, virus epidemics, or random bouts of pink eye." Carol's work always keeps her plenty busy, but she always comes out of it with a smile and you admire the hell out of her for it. "Thankfully the office was quiet today. Seems like the day was pretty okay for everybody but my uterus," you chuckle lightly.

“Your uterus is angry with you.” Carol hums. “Or maybe it’s angry at the two sexy men that continuously fuck you but never gives it what it wants.”

"You just want another baby around without having to give birth to it yourself." Which isn't such a bad thing, but you still laugh a little as you sip the water that Dave had put in front of you.

“Duhhh.” Carol laughs and shakes her head. “No, but maybe we can talk to one of my colleagues, see if there’s something that can be done.”

"About me having a baby?" The immediate confusion has you sitting up in your seat before your mind catches up with your mouth. "Ohhh...wait...you mean about my dumbass periods."

“Of course, honey.” Carol reaches for the heavy cream to stir it in slowly. “I know you aren’t to that point yet, but you don’t deserve to suffer every month.”

It isn't too unusual for the topic of kids to come up considering you're the only one of the four of you without a biological child, but you typically wave it off just like you are now. "Every several years I have to change my birth control, that's all. They help the symptoms for a while and then they don't, ya know? It's fine. I just clearly need to see my gynecologist again."

“Okay.” She frowns slightly but she won’t push. “If you want me to make some calls, you just let me know, okay? I can call in some favors.”

"I appreciate it." Unfortunately, you're one of those unlucky women that got dealt a bad hand when it comes to monthly symptoms and you're managing it the best you can. What is lucky is that you have three people who love you who are willing to bend heaven and earth to help. "For now I'm just thinking good food and good company is the way to go. Even if I'm not up to running around with the girls...I'm glad Dave set this whole thing in motion." Because you know it was him. This level of coordination smacks of Dave York's handiwork.

“Of course. You know Dave.” She smiles indulgently as she looks towards the door. “He likes to make a fuss and he would do anything for you. We all would.”

"I'd do anything for all of you." That is as earnest a promise as you can possibly make, and you would make it as many times as they needed for the rest of time. Dave's gone outside after setting the table, getting a few private minutes with Quinn before dinner, and you glance back at the glass door before turning to Carol with a grin. "Did you guys have fun last night? Quinn was really excited but he wouldn't tell me what he had planned."

“We did.” She smiles fondly and knows you will understand. “We relived a little bit of the golden days. He took me to a dive bar and then we got a hotel room and pretended it was our old dorms.”

"Oh, cuuute." They've enjoyed rekindling their college romance and it's been sweet to see Carol and Quinn in that sunny, lovey stage. "That sounds like a perfect way to have some time together. He was so excited, I'm glad you loved it."

“I just hate that you were having a miserable time while we were having fun.” She pouts softly.

"If I had called you would have dropped everything and then you would have missed out on Quinn's whole plan." You shake your head, reaching out to rub her shoulder gently while she pulls the pan off the stove. "This is better. We have no plans for the weekend and the girls have a sleepover tomorrow. We can relax and be together with no expectations or changes of plans."

“As long as you do exactly what you want.” She murmurs softly as she covers the pot to keep it warm.

"What I want is to sneak a little forkful of whatever dessert Quinn picked up." The conspiratorial smile you share with her is broad, and you put your hands out to take the pot from her to put on the table.

“I think that I didn’t see you open the box on the first shelf of the fridge.” She winks at you and walks around you to put it on the table herself.

"You're a goddess," you promise Carol, as if she doesn't already know it. In their big refrigerator, a tall white cardboard bakery box stamped with the logo of the bakery down the block from your own apartment is waiting, and when you pop the lid your favourite cherry chocolate cake is staring back at you. "Oh my god," you groan happily and swipe a finger through the deeply rich ganache on top before turning back to Carol. "I love all of you. You're spoiling me and I'm going to return the favour so many times over."

“I knew you would want it.” She tells you proudly. She had told Quinn exactly where to go and what to get in order to put that exact expression on your face. “Don’t tell him I told you that. Let him have the credit.”

"Cross my heart." The motion of crossing your finger over your heart goes with it and you make a mental note to really rock the hell out of your next date with Carol as a thank you. "Do you need anything else from the fridge while I'm in here?"

“Can you grab the asparagus salad?” She asks. “Second shelf, metal bowl.”

"Done and done!" Even just being around your partners has brightened your mood, and even though you know it will ebb and flow for the next couple of days before your cycle starts, at least you're feeling buoyed by the idea that these three wonderful people all want you to be happy and cared for.

The rush to the table happens nearly all at once, with the guys coming in from the grill bearing a large platter and Dave going to fetch the girls while Carol gets the tray of condiments for their hot dogs. It's big, it's busy, it's noisy, and it's so wonderfully comfortable. Even though you're not feeling yourself, you feel the closest you possibly could.

“Hey babe.” Quinn curls around your back and kisses just below your ear. “How are you feeling?” He asks softly, rubbing your shoulders.

"A little better." You feel like you can breathe again, emotionally anyway, so that is a big step in the right direction. "What are the chances you're going to stay this weekend and hang out with us?" Just like the rest of you, Quinn has an extraordinarily demanding job and you know very well that a traditional weekend away from the office is not always possible for him.

“There’s nothing on the books so I’m all yours unless there’s a crisis.” He murmurs, smirking as he sits down beside you. “So I’m praying the world doesn’t burn.”

"Or if it does, that it has nothing to do with NASA." A soft kiss between you helps you relax even further, and in no time the six of you are sitting down at the table like it's a perfectly normal family dinner.

Dave hums happily, reaching for Carol’s hand and he pulls it up to kiss the back of it. “It’s a good day.” He murmurs as he watches you and Quinn put your heads together and talk quietly.

"You did a very sweet thing for her today, my love." Carol hums, kissing the back of her husband's hand in turn.

“I hated seeing her cry.” He admits quietly. “It was all I could do to keep working and not just bring her home and sit her on my lap.”

“Poor thing.” She tuts softly, shaking her head as Dave fills her plate for her. “I’m just glad she works for you and not someone who would force her to keep going in agony.” There are plenty of bosses like that out in the world, but she hates to think of you working for them. If she could keep you safe and cared for and always have someone there to adore you, she would.

“She wouldn’t go home, so I had to just make sure she didn’t suffer too badly.” He hands his wife her plate with a soft smile.

“You did good.” She beams at him and gives him a kiss on the cheek before taking her plate. “Now we can have a nice weekend as a family.” And if that family already felt complete before you and Quinn joined it, then having the two of you is the icing on a very sweet cake.

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[evenmyhivemindisempty]

Oooh, oooh, anon asks! For the Boyd Holbrook Characters' Union, after a rough scene of any sort, what kind of comfort/aftercare would be most effective for each one?

Steve Murphy: Ooh I get the sense Steve gets a little snappish on the heels of a rougher scene. He’s feeling a little brittle, but maybe can’t always tolerate a ton of overt comfort - he’d like to get the chance to distract himself by burying his attention in his work for a little! If his partner sticks around while he does that, and maybe silently fixes him a drink and eventually gives him a neck massage when he’s ready, that’s ideal for Steve!!

Donald Pierce: Oh Pierce absolutely wants comfort and sweetness, but he does *not* want his partner to directly mention the scene, besides maybe a fond, apologetic “aw, baby, sorry for hurting you”. He doesn’t want a debrief, he doesn’t want to have to say what parts he liked or didn’t. He just wants to cuddle against someone, and have them bring him snacks and let him pick the movie while they pet his hair and act like they adore him. They’ve gotta act sort of grateful he let them use him!

Cap Hatfield: Aww, I think it depends how zonked Cap is after. If he’s really tired, he’d like to curl up next to his partner and sleep back-to-back. Otherwise, if he’s got some energy in him, he’d very much appreciate some alone time. Perhaps his partner could maybe clean his gun or shine his shoes while he’s off in the woods, though? That would be nice.

Clement Mansell: Oh man, if there’s any sort of degradation or meanness in the scene, it’s absolutely imperative his partner almost immediately assures him that they didn’t mean any of it. They think Clement is great! Clement is their favorite! Of course they don’t think he’s <X thing they told him earlier>! Yes, they would love to hear Clement sing, that’d be awesome.

The Corinthian: Here’s the thing, the Corinthian definitely appreciates some cuddles after a rough scene, but he’s also hella liable to be snappish and often downright lethal after being put through the sexual wringer. Maybe he’ll hurt you physically! Maybe he’ll just hurt your feelings! Maybe he’ll melt into your arms! Hard to say!! It’s a gamble!!

Eli Klaber: Klaber appreciates being pampered! Nothing makes him feel better than his partner treating him like a princess after some rough play – drawing him a hot bath, getting him some wine, maybe giving him a foot rub.

Ty Shaw: Aww Ty likes physical affection! Cuddles! Massages! Smooches! But he *also* loves being taken out on an actual facts date after. That’s the best way to make him feel completely at ease with his partner and what they did - they love him! They wanna spend quality time with him! They wanna take him out on public outings and buy him expensive Italian food and take him on a picnic! Frankly, it doesn’t even really matter *what* the date is - sometimes a joint Costco run does the trick!

Quinn McKenna: Quinn would like to hang out quietly - light cuddling optional - for about five minutes, and then do a thorough debrief, and then play some video games.

[munsonownsmyass]

Quinn McKenna x reader

Summary: You'vre never had a Valentines date before. Quinn want's to change that.

Warning: Oh man... It's all fluff and sweet stuff, but then... smut 18+! Oral (m receiving), public/semi public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it irl, folks), car sex, maybe taking some liberties with how much room there actually is in a car.

Notes: Thank you to my sweet Ericca @e-dubbc11 for this ask. I hope I did it justice.

This is unbeta'ed, barely edited. I wanted it out 😆❤️

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Words: 1.4 K

You had never had an actual Valentines date. Not that you hadn’t been offered one in the past, but it just never was your thing. Too mushy and romantic, all hearts and pink. So not your style. 

But this year was different. This year you had Quinn. He wasn’t really the romantic type either, but for the first time ever you actually wanted to celebrate Valentines. It was sappy, but you wanted the corny fluff. 

“Have you ever been on a Valentines date?” You ask softly as you prepare dinner. Quinn just looks up from his tablet, raising a brow at you. 

“Yeah, with my ex. Why?” 

“Just curious. I’ve never been on one and you don’t really seem like the type to do it.” You tease, trying to hide the fact that you really want to go on a date. 

“Not the type?” He gets up, feign being hurt as he makes his way to you. “Baby, I’m Casanova reincarnated.” 

You just huff and give him a soft kiss on the cheek before you turn your attention back to dinner. He walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Let me prove it to you. Valentines, just you and me.” 

- 

He wasn’t kidding. He was actually capable of being very romantic. In the morning you woke up to a sweet note on the nightstand, telling you to be ready at 7 tonight. At the office, he made sure you received flowers and of course you blushed like crazy, not at all okay with the attention. But it still felt really nice. 

At the end of the day, after a quick shower and getting into a dress, you can’t even remember buying, you are ready when the doorbell rings. The sight that meets you when you open the door, leaves you speechless. Quinn in a shirt and it actually looks like it was ironed. Quite the surprise. 

After a quick kiss and a thank you for both the note and flowers, you make your way to the restaurant. Your favorite, of course. Seems like Quinn didn’t miss a single thing today, ticking all the boxes. 

After ordering your food and getting the first sip of the delicious wine, you take your time to look at Quinn. With a raised eyebrow, he gives you a faint smirk. “Seeing something you like, princess?” 

“Oh, you have no idea.” You bite your lip, letting your eyes roam over his body without any shame. 

“Careful. If you keep looking at me like that, we might not make it to dessert.” Quinn say, his voice low and seductive. You just blush, thinking this Valentines date wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

Shortly after the waiter comes over with our food. It’s incredible and this whole night is just perfect. 

You don't know if it’s just this night, Quinn or the wine getting to you, but it gets harder to keep your eyes off him. And he knows it. He has that shit eating smirk on his face, knowing the effect he has on you. 

But two can play this game. While looking deep into his eyes, you make sure to lick the fork just a little extra, letting out a soft moan. And it works. He shifts in his seat, leaning forward. 

“Are you trying to kill me?” His eyes fall on your lips again, watching as you lick a drop of wine away from them. Suppressing a groan, he bites his bottom lip and look into your eyes. “I could think of something better you could do with that tongue.” 

“Oh, and what is that?” Your voice sweet as you act all innocent, pushing his buttons. 

“Want me to tell you or show you?” 

- 

Doing your best not to run or seem to eager, you make your way to the bathroom, followed by Quinn. You notice some people staring, giving you knowing looks, but you don’t care. The minute you both are inside the bathroom, Quinn locks the door and you fall to your knees. 

“Baby, I-” Quinn starts, but is quickly cut off by your hands opening his belt. 

“Better stay quiet.” You give him a teasing smile and push his boxers down, freeing his cock. Leaning forward you slip your tongue out and brush it against the tip. Quinn moans above you as you continue to lick the tip of him before you move your tongue up and down his shaft.  

Opening your mouth, a soft moan escape you as you wrap your lips around his cock. Quinn’s moans grow louder as you move your mouth lower, taking in as much of him as you can. 

“Fuck, princess.” Quinn groans a little too loud and a knock on the bathroom door, followed by a very angry voice, makes you stop. With a chuckle, Quinn helps you back onto your feet and close his pants. 

“Maybe we should continue this at home?” He grins, making sure you’re both decent before leaving the bathroom. You both keep your head down on the way back to the table, just wanting to get home as quickly as possible. The waiter comes over, but you barely say no to anything, before putting on your jacket. 

“Someone’s eager to get home now, huh?” He smirks as he watches you dismiss the waiter, not really wanting any dessert except for the one waiting at home. Quinn pays the bill, letting the waiter know he can keep the change, as his eyes land on yours. 

“I have no idea what you mean.” I give him an innocent smile, getting up from my chair and start making my way out of the restaurant. Quinn just chuckles and lean in closer. 

“Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” He whispers in my ear, his hand gripping my waist harder as he leads me to the car. 

Once there, I can’t take my eyes off him. He actually brought me flowers. Took me to dinner on the fluffiest night of the year.  

With a soft smirk, I let my hands dance on his thigh, slowly making my way from his knee upwards, closer to my target. 

“Hmmm… You’re not very patient, are you?” Quinn grins, trying hard to focus on the road in front of him, letting out the softest groan as you palm his hardening cock. 

“Can you wait until we get home?” I purr seductively, still worked up from our little session at the restaurant. I lick my lips, still swollen, and look into his eyes. Quinns lust blown eyes dart from mine down to my lips, swallowing hard before his gaze moves further down. the next thing I know, he pulls into a rest stop. 

- 

Quinn’s hands find their way to your waist, hiking up in your dress so he gets a better view of you riding his cock. A soft groan escapes as he watches the way you bounce on top of his, your lips parted in a moan. His large hands move up your body, squeezing your tits. 

“So fucking perfect, princess.” He growls, closing his eyes as he leans back in the driver’s seat. One of your hands move to the straps of your dress, pulling them off your shoulders, exposing your chest to Quinn, giving him a better view of hem as you bounce on his cock. 

Impatiently, Quinn flips you around, so you’re the one in the seat and him now hovering over you. trying to make more room, you grip the lever to the seat, making both of you fly back. 

With a soft giggle, you kiss Quinn hard as he regains his footing, positioning himself between your legs. You let out a whine as he finally slides back into you. 

With deep and slow thrusts, Quinn keeps a maddening pace. You writhe beneath him with each thrust, moaning out his name. “You like that?” He asks, voice hoarse. You can’t do anything but nod, whimpering as he bottoms out. Making you feel so good. 

One hand land on the window, Quinn trying to keep his balance as he fucks you. He groans when he feels the way your walls begin to flutter around him.  

“Not gonna last much longer, sweetheart. You feel too fucking good.” Quinn pants, thrusting deeper and hitting that sweet spot over and over. 

You cling to him, fingers digging into his back, begging him not to stop. Wrapping your legs around him, he pushes into you harder, faster, until he makes you cry out in pleasure. It's all too much and with a growl, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, as he comes. His heavy breath ghosts over your skin, his lips leaving soft kisses on your neck as he slows down, his thrusts now lazy. 

His eyes find yours, a very satisfied smirk appearing on his beautiful, flustered face. “Happy fucking Valentines Day, baby.” 

tagging: @itwasthereaminuteago @lucy-sky @hellspart-timer @sergeantangel

[e-dubbc11]

Happy 2024 My Lovelies!!

I’ve successfully navigated (I hope) my second full year on this hellsite and I wanted to start this year with a winter themed sleepover! ❄️ ❄️❄️❄️❄️

But before I get to the rules and regulations, I’d like to wish all of my lovely friends and followers a Happy New Year. I hope whatever you set out to do this year, you kick it in the tail and if you don’t have anything in mind yet to accomplish this coming year, then that’s ok too. ���

Thank you to everyone who follows me, reads my fics, tags me in games, chats with me in private conversations, or throws a ♥️ in my direction every once in awhile. I see you and kiss you all on the forehead.

Rules will be under the cut…

I love doing this kind of thing for you all but I do need your help so please like and reblog this. (Also, please send something in! I don’t bite, I promise!)

Send in as many asks as you’d like

This isn’t limited to my followers, although I’d love it if you did

My muses are my love Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Brock Rumlow, a little Donald Pierce. (I could be persuaded to try and write for Quinn McKenna and Dean Winchester…maybe 😆)

My offers for the sleepover are as follows…

Winter Activity Moodboards 🥶❄️☃️🏂🎿🛷 limited to mutuals only OR if you have commented/reblogged any of my fics. Send me a character and a winter activity and I’ll create a moodboard for you.

FMK or FMK Alternatives which can be found HERE I’ll do characters from MCU, Supernatural, Netflix Series (DD, Punisher, Defenders), Boyd Holbrook characters, Ben Barnes characters, and any others you can think of that I may be into.

Top 5 / Top 10 Anything

This or That?

Would You Rather?

Fics I should read or blogs I should follow

Send me thoughts, thots, and/or musings for characters I write for

Send me a character and a GIF, can be fluffy or smexy and I’ll try and write something based off of it.

Send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll write it from the other persons POV

I also have two fics that I could be persuaded to write sequels for…Unforgiven (Matt Murdock x F! Reader) and Irreplaceable (Billy Russo x F! Reader)

Prompt Lists/Winter activity prompts/dialogue

I’ll leave some prompt/dialogue lists below and if something strikes your fancy, send it on over with one of my muses and I’ll see what I can do with it. Or if you have one in mind not on these lists, that’s absolutely fine also.

Winter is coming prompts

Fluffy Winter Holiday Prompts

Jealousy Prompts

More Jealousy Prompts

Protective Prompts

More Protective Prompts

I’ll Keep You Safe Prompts

An Assortment of Dialogue Prompts

And even though it’s not my wheelhouse, some smut prompts….

More Smut Prompts

I’ll keep this open until January 11, 2024 CLOSED

Again, Happy New Year my lovely friends. I hope 2024 is good to you all!

Tagging some of my friends/cheerleaders. I love you all and hope you’ll send some things in! ♥️💙

@munsonownsmyass @ilovewhiteroses @ruflirtingwithme @kayhi808 @k-marzolf @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @itwasthereaminuteago @music-indie-tv @qu1etwolf @wheresthesunshinesblog @danzer8705 @jvanilly @snowkestrel @fictional-hooman @fluffyprettykitty @mattmurdocksscars @matt-erialgirl @theradioactivespidergwen @skvatnavle @vaguekayla @wint3r-h3art @gijos @nutmeg17 @ittybxttykxttytxtty @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes

[spider-bren]

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN

Nsfw/Sfw

ship pairings:

- aziracrow (aziraphale x crowley)

- gentlebeard (stede x ed)

- frankbilly (frank x billy)

- hannigram (hannibal x will)

- Sheen/Tennant character pairings (provided I have seen the films/series)

- darklina (The Darkling x Alina)

- wesper (wylan x jesper)

- reylo (rey x kylo)

- daemyra (daemon x rhaenyra)

- daeton (daemon x criston)

- vlaber (klaber x voller)

- dreamling (dream x hob)

- HOBRINTHIAN (Hob x The Corinthian) (I beg you to request this)

- Hanninthian (Hannibal x The Corinthian)

- Rukenna (Billy Russo x Quinn Mckenna) (my own rare pair)

X reader

Fem/Masc/NB

- Frank Castle

- Boyd Holbrook characters (I've seen his filmography so I know all of them)

- Ben Barnes characters (Bonus points if it's the Big Three: Logan Delos, or Billy Russo, or The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova

- Peter Parker (any and all spidermen welcome)

Pretty much ask about x reader and I will see if I will be able to do it :)

DO'S/DON'T'S

- do please reblog my work once I have answered your ask it's the least you can do

- don't expect fast answering since idk when inspiration will hit or if I will have enough time

- do be kind :)

- don't expect me to write rape/graphic violence

- i do write dubcon to an extent

- i do accept most kinks (knife/gun play etc - ask and I shall see)

NO HATE OF ANY KIND WILL BE TOLERATED // TRANS/NB READERS ENCOURAGED

[breedaboyd]

Nickname Headcanons

A/N: Just something a little different! Gimme an ask for more headcanons if you like this kind of post. 😊

Billy: Li'l' peach/darlin'. With his accent, it's difficult not to sound sexy. When you're just chilling in public or if you're being a bit of a brat, he'll call you 'li'l' peach' because it's cute and he loves seeing you blush when he calls you it. When things are getting a bit more heated, he'll switch up to 'darlin'' and it just rolls off the tongue a little better while you're getting down.

Cary James: No nicknames from Cary, he likes calling you by your name and being a little brat about it. He'll call you by your name while he rides you, while you suck him off and he'll probably say your name in the same exact tone while you're on the phone or just talking in public. He's a tease and a slut like that.

Clement Mansell: Pretty boy/li'l' cockslut, depending on how good you've been. With Clem being quite the top, he likes to reflect how you're doing with your nickname. If you've not been the best, he'll probably pull your hair, spit in your face and call you his 'li'l' cockslut' just to make sure you know your place. But when you're out and about, and if you've been good, he'll call you 'pretty boy' because you deserve to be his pretty boy. Still, he likes it when you're a little naughty for him.

Corinthian: Sweet thing/good boy. If it's just a casual thing and he's not actually emotionally involved, don't expect a cute nickname. However, if you're more than a dick appointment, mostly he'll call you by name but sometimes he'll give you a little nickname. Like if he's taking the lead and you're being good for him, obviously he's going to call you 'good boy' but like, afterwards, when you're both tired and sweaty, he'll run his fingers through your hair and refer to you as 'sweet thing'.

Don Pierce: Baby/honey. Whatever he calls you, his Southern accent makes it sound just so good. Also, with him mainly being the dom, he likes to keep his names for you cute and sweet just to keep that level of dominance.

Eli Klaber: Sir/Herr X. As the triple B (Biggest Bottom Bitch) in Voller's ensemble, Klaber very rarely calls people by a nickname as he sees it as being disrespectful. So he tends to call people 'sir' or 'Herr X' as a show of respect, especially if that person is in bed with him, giving him orders and calling him a good boy.

John McBride: My love/my darling. In the style of a proper, British gentleman, John admires you greatly and you deserve a nickname that reflects that. He loves whispering these nicknames as he holds you close, pressing kisses to the side of your neck as you moan out his name. He also uses them to sign off any letters to you.

Mo Lundy: Shamsi (or 'شمسي', 'my sun'). Because one, he revolves around you, and two, later in your relationship, you take to calling him qamari (or 'قمري', 'my moon'). He'll just cuddle up next to you on the couch and whisper it in your ear without prompting and, gosh, this man is just adorable.

Quinn McKenna: Bubba. Just a sweet, casual nickname that fits any scenario, whether he's grabbing you a coffee from the local Starbucks ("here ya go, bubba") or if he's dicking you down in the army barracks shower block ("fuck yeah, bubba, you take that so well").

Steve Murphy: Sweetheart. Steve adores you wholeheartedly and your nickname has to reflect that. With Steve it's all in the tone of voice so you really have to put it into context and listen to his intonation; is he asking if you want coleslaw at the barbecue or is he begging you to peg him faster? Pay attention, sweetheart.

[televinita]

Top 100 Ladies of TV

Looking at old blog posts, many years ago I did a "100 favorite female characters" list, but I have met so many wonderful new ladies now that it is quite out of date and needs a major update to accommodate them. International Women’s Day seems like the perfect time to do so!

Only this time I'm restricting it to TV characters, or I will die of Overwhelm.

NOTE: This list is not in any kind of order, I just wrote them down as they came to mind. I considered alphabetical, but found it was nicer to keep everyone from a given show together. And rather than starting from scratch, I kept as much of the original list as I could and just added newer favorites on at the end, if you're wondering why some of these Very Old Fandoms are clustered at the top.

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who/The Sarah Jane Adventures)

Kimberly Hart (Power Rangers)

Katherine Hillard (Power Rangers)

Pamela Beesly Halpert (The Office)

Kelly Kapoor (The Office)

Angela Martin (The Office)

Amita Ramanujan (Numb3rs)

Abby Sciuto (NCIS

Ziva David (NCIS)

Abby Lockhart (ER)

Neela Rasgotra (ER)

Sarah Riley (ER)

Rachel Berry (Glee)

Quinn Fabray (Glee)

Tina Cohen-Chang, respect (Glee)

Marley Rose (Glee)

Juliet Burke (Lost)

Alex Rousseau (Lost)

Kensi Blye (NCIS: LA)

Nell Jones (NCIS: LA)

Marisol Delko (CSI: Miami)

Alexx Woods (CSI: Miami)

Calleigh DuQuesne (CSI: Miami)

Samantha Spade (Without a Trace)

Miranda Bailey (Grey's Anatomy)

Cristina Yang (Grey's Anatomy)

April Kepner (Grey's Anatomy)

Addison Forbes Montgomery (Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice)

Sara Sidle (CSI)

Jess Angell (CSI: NY)

Dana Scully (X-Files)

Summer Roberts (The O.C.)

Charlotte "Chuck" Charles (Pushing Daisies)

Olive Snook (Pushing Daisies)

Joan Girardi (Joan of Arcadia)

Kat Miller (Cold Case)

Tru Davies (Tru Calling)

Elaine Benes (Seinfeld)

Daphne Moon (Frasier)

Carla Espinosa (Scrubs)

Jordan Sullivan (Scrubs) -- it's either her or Ellie Torres from Cougar Town, real 6-of-1 situation

Donna Pinciotti (That 70s Show)

Jackie Burkhart (That 70s Show)

Kitty Forman (That 70s Show)

Kara Danvers (Supergirl)

Stephanie Tanner (Full/er House)

Grace Adler (Will & Grace)

Lexi Vaziri (Blood & Treasure)

Jaz Khan (The Brave)

Lux Cassidy (Life Unexpected)

Rachel Matheson (Revolution)

Julia Shumway (Under the Dome)

Nancy McKenna (L.A.'s Finest)

Paige Donohue (Scorpion)

Happy Quinn (Scorpion)

Max Black (2 Broke Girls)

Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau (Criminal Minds)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Mae Jarvis (Criminal Minds: Beyond Borders)

Reba Hart (Reba)

Cheyenne Hart (Reba)

Jess Parker (Primeval)

Abby Maitland (Primeval)

Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones)

Tani Rey (Hawaii Five-0)

Kate Beckett (Castle)

Alexis Castle (Castle)

Kat Warbler (The Class) - FOREVER UPSET we were robbed of more than 22 eps of her snarky glory!

Ivy Lynn (Smash)

Elizabeth McCord (Madam Secretary herself)

Carrie Heffernan (i'm sorry i LOVE HER) (The King of Queens)

Frankie Heck (The Middle)

Sue Heck (The Middle)

Mindy Lahiri (The Mindy Project)

Lisa Miller (News Radio)

Beth of no apparent last name (NewsRadio)

Sabrina Spellman (the Teenage Witch, Good Version [WB])

Tia Landrey & Tamera Campbell (Sister, Sister) (I know it's rude but they're both aces and this way my list is secretly 101!)

Jade McKellan (Family Reunion)

Holly Tyler (What I Like About You)

Anathema Device (Good Omens)

Eve Baxter (Last Man Standing)

Sabina of no official last name (Siberia)

Ryan Clark (Off the Map)

Phoebe Buffay (Friends)

Monica Geller (Friends)

Rachel Greene (Friends)

Janine Teagues (Abbott Elementary)

Melissa Schemmenti (Abbott Elementary)

Barbara Howard (Abbott Elementary)

Ava Coleman (Abbot Elementary)

Molly Flynn (Mike & Molly, a terrible show made watchable by its women, though I only have room for 1 today)

Henrietta/Hetty Woodstone (Ghosts [CBS])

Shirley Bennett (Community)

Alex Russell (Maid)

Jenny Hoyt (Big Sky)

Cassie DeWell (Big Sky)

In conclusion:

[charliehoennam]

quarantine pick-me-ups and eat-me-outs

A/N: My city is under lockdown and I got the quarantine blues so this is purely a self-indulgent drabble. @agentpenas @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook @holbrook-boyd @tellyouamystery tagging you beauts because I thought you'd enjoy it. Sorry I haven't been as present as I'd like to be, but I'm coming back...slowly lmaooo but I'm trying y'all ❤

Warnings: 18 & over only!! covid-19 quarantine; oral performance; voyeurism (kinda? i think?); language.

Pairing: Quinn Makenna x gn!reader

Word count: 1,312

SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG!

There was nothing better than feeling the worry melt away like butter in a hot pan every time you caught a glimpse of Quinn from the corner of your eye or heard a noise echoing through your home.

Whether it was just spurting curses for stubbing his toe against the coffee table or hearing the echoes of his talks to Rory on Facetime, it was enough to remind you he was home and safe.

When you got used to Quinn’s absence, it was fairly common to unintentionally forget he was back.

He didn’t take any offense by it; he understood the adapting period better than anyone including you. Now, with the pandemic, you were forced to work from home and it was good. Ensured your safety and income all the while helping you adapt quicker to Quinn’s return. But there were other factors you had to adapt to and one of them was business video calls.

Getting out of bed was already hard enough to do. Seeing him beautifully wrapped in your love-stained sheets begging for you to resume the matinal erotic playtime you had just finished indulging in certainly didn’t make it any easier.

He spent such much time away on lengthy military operations in some corner of the world that would probably take you a little while to locate on a map.

Though you learned to work with the long distance, intimate videos for his eyes only and phone sex could only do so much.

It wasn’t easy on his end either; his hand could never replace your warm, wet hug tightening around his cock which only made him even more grateful for every time he came back to you.

Surely, the sex was one of the benefits but both you and Quinn looked forward to these moments: nothing could compare to the sweet familiarity of being home.

It killed you a little inside that you couldn’t give him the full attention you wanted to. He didn’t demand it from you.

There was nothing you wanted more than to be in bed with your boyfriend, catching up on your TV shows together with snacks and pauses for a different kind of snack.

He knew you had to work and he respected that. He nodded and curled his lips into a sympathetic smile which ironically made your heart sink ever more.

The fact that he was so understanding made you want to make it up to him and you promised yourself you would the second work was done with for the day.

The meeting had barely started and you were already through your first cup of coffee. Everyone had to give their weekly reports, share information and take notes that made you wonder why this couldn’t have been done over e-mail instead.

Your cellphone lit up with Quinn’s text which you expected since he was already in the kitchen fixing himself some toast and eggs.

You smiled glancing at him and reply discreetly on your phone.

“Coffee?”

“Yes plz!

Meeting is boring af

heeeeelp😭”

Your giant boyfriend doesn’t reply; you can hear him chuckling as he walks over to grab your empty mug and fill it with the hot beverage just the way he knows you prefer.

Sat at the other side of the table, Quinn quietly eats his breakfast while catching up with the news on his phone although he can’t really seem to concentrate on any article.

His eyes kept drifting back to you like a magnet unable to resist the pull, subconsciously wanting to make sure you’re really there; that he’s not imagining it like he has before. However, it doesn’t take a genius to see you were beyond bored and trying your best to not seem as uninterested just like your fellow co-workers.

He wanted to do something to cheer you and he thought of the perfect thing to amuse you.

You could tell he had a dirty thought in mind by the way he stared at you, lent back lazily in his chairs letting his eyes eat you up like the night before when you were riding him into bliss.

A flush of heat shot up to your cheeks as you tried to remain the calm facade for the camera when you caught his large body slipping underneath the table.

Judging from the way his eyes darken, you know it can’t be good.

As his large frame slips down under the table, you begin anxiously squirming in your chair wondering what he’s up to.

It’s only when his lips press against your thigh that you realize he’s got an appetite for something else.

You have to glue your eyes to your notes as you hear yourself stuttering during your turn of the presentation. The son of a gun picked the worst moment to go down on you, but you want him so bad.

He knows you do and he asserts that his hands wrap around just below your knees and jerk you towards him, forcing your legs to spread open for his hungry mouth.

You, my friend, are the only thing on the menu now. Ain’t no running from him now – not that you would if you could.

Your eyes close for a moment when his warm wet lips latch onto you. You try to play it off like you’re trying to remember all the issues you had to discuss with the team and so far, you seem to be doing a great job at it. But he knows you better.

He knows you’re struggling to keep calm by the way your fingers rake his hair and the hitch he hears in your voice which you try to mask by clearing your throat. Your mind tells you to focus, but your body betrays you and expands to welcome his broad silhouette.

When his hands join in on the action, your posture instantly straightens and the volume of your voice increases just a tad. If your co-workers could hear the wet squelches of your embarrassing wetness, you don’t think you could ever show your face at work.

Quinn has an innate talent to think ahead – probably due to his position in the military forces – so he limits his movements to a slow pace.

You assume it’s to avoid loud noises, but you’re almost sure it’s purely to tease you. You crave that friction, the roughness of his long fingers handling your sex like he owned it.

Keeping still becomes of a challenge with every stroke of his tongue, circling and suckling on that sensitive spot that gets your toes curling.

The searing white hot heat pulses through your body and you’re already at the edge in every way of the word. The edge of your seat and the edge of your bone-tingling orgasm he’s building up in your core.

You fight against it throughout your presentation and once your boss thankfully shifts the team’s attention to another worker, you hit that mute button just in time for the curses to roll off your tongue.

“F-Fuck, baby. Right there!” you yelp shutting your eyes tightly as you lean forward with an elbow propped on the edge of the table and a hand over your mouth. Who knew you could mask your O-face so well?

Your body trembles as you come undone in his mouth, tugging at his golden locks as he eases you down.

“Easy now, darlin’. I got you.”

He’s got the widest smile on his face when you look down at him. When did he drape your leg over his shoulder?

“Are you crazy? Do you have any idea what sorta trouble you could’ve gotten me in?” you feign at him with a dazed smile. He chuckles peppering kisses over the supple flesh of your thigh with a cocky smile.

“In all fairness, you did ask for help so I helped. You can thank me later.”

[rexsjaigeyes]

Other Boyd Characters - Master List

Updated 12/10/20

*** means nsfw, strike through means WIP

Find Steve Murphy here!

Donald Pierce (Logan):

One-shots:

Just a Taste***

Quinn McKenna (The Predator):

Headcanons:

NSFW Alphabet***

Billy (The Skeleton Twins):

One-shots:

Hook, Line, and Sinker***

Multiple Character HCs:

Their favorite pet names

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WardenParker’s Masterlist!

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This blog is 18+ ONLY but you’ll find ** below for pieces that contain explicit smut. Enjoy!

Pedro Pascal Characters, My Beloveds:

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales Triple Frontier

The Alewife Soulmate AU

“Together” Universe (Frankie x female Reader x Benny Miller): Better Together** Taking Care Together Waking Up Together** Celebrating Together** Together for Christmas

Flyboy**

Full Moon Fury** (Spooktober 2022)

Better Than a Date** (Frankie x reader x Santiago Garcia)

“I have no idea what you just said to me.” (Santi x reader x Frankie microfic)

Three’s Company, pt 1** (Joel x reader x Frankie) Three’s Company, pt 2**

Hurry Home** (Frankie x reader x Santiago Garcia)

The Stars Re-Align, part 1 The Stars Re-Align, part 2 The Stars Re-Align, part 3**

Frankie and Maggie Miller: Beach House Gone Fishin’

Marcus Pike The Mentalist

Ménage à Trois** (Marcus Pike x f!reader x modern!Oberyn Martell)

Sexus, Ars, Amor (Marcus Pike x f!reader x Ezra)

More Than Mistletoe** (Christmas fic!)

Starting Over

The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dating Your Ex: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3** Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7** Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Epilogue

Mother Knows Best**

First Christmas**

Hummingbird Has Landed (soulmate au): Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8** Chapter 9** Chapter 10 Chapter 11** Chapter 12** (explicit for complications of childbirth) Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15** Chapter 16 Chapter 17** Chapter 18 Epilogue

I’m Yours: (on hiatus) Prologue: Mondays Suck Chapter 1: Two Terrible Ideas Chapter 2: More Evil Than Genius

Agent Whiskey Kingsman: Golden Circle

A Second Chance at Love** A Second Chance at Love pt 2** A Second Chance at Life** (Jack Daniels x reader/Zach Wellison x f!OC)

Bad Moon Rising: pt 1** (Spooktober 2021) Bad Moon Rising: pt 2** (Spooktober 2021)

You, Me & Mexico**

Ghostly Touch** (Spooktober 2022)

Down the Rabbit Hole Soulmate AU

Win a Date with Javi G, pt 1 Win a Date with Javi G, pt 2**

New Year’s Surprise**

“Wait! Please don’t go!”/”There is no ‘us’.” (microfic) “Put me down!”/”Should we make it official?” (microfic, sequel to above)

A Night to Remember, part 1 (Titanic AU) A Night to Remember, part 2** A Night to Remember, part 3**

American as Apple Pie**

Oberyn Martell Game of Thrones

Ménage à Trois** (Marcus Pike x f!reader x modern!Oberyn Martell)

From Dorne, with Love (modern!Oberyn x female reader) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3** Part 4** Part 5 Part 6 Epilogue

The Viper’s Bride soulmate au (Oberyn x reader x Ellaria x male OC) Chapter 1** Chapter 2** Chapter 3** (Explicit for violence) Chapter 4** Chapter 5** Chapter 6** Chapter 7** Chapter 8** Chapter 9** Chapter 10** Chapter 11 Chapter 12** Chapter 13 Chapter 14** Chapter 15 Chapter 16** Epilogue

“Put me down!” microfic

Mysterious Masquerade, part 1 (Spooktober 2024) Mysterious Masquerade, part 2

Javier Peña Narcos

The Meeting Place (Javier Peña x reader x Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy)

Broken Road 

“There is no us.” (microfic)

If You Were Mine, pt. 1 If You Were Mine, pt. 2**

Night of the Living Wish** (Spooktober 2023)

“Should we make it official?” (microfic)

Bones Full of Words (soulmate au featuring plus size reader) Chapter 1** Chapter 2** Chapter 3** Chapter 4** Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8** (Explicit for violence) Chapter 9**  (Explicit for violence) Chapter 10** (Explicit for violence) Chapter 11** Chapter 12 Epilogue

Marcus Moreno We Can Be Heroes

Wish You Were Here Soulmate AU

The Date**

What are you doing here? (microfic)

What Happens in Vegas, part 1** What Happens in Vegas, part 2**

“I’ll protect you.” (microfic)

Ezra Prospect

Sexus, Ars, Amor (Marcus Pike x f!reader x Ezra)

Louder (microfic)

Dave York Equalizer 2

Table for Four** (Dave York x Carol York x f!reader x Quinn McKenna) Couch for Four 

Killer Writing Soulmate AU (Dave York x plus size reader)

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this.” (microfic)

Zach Wellison Brothers and Sisters

Once Upon a Time... (Zach Wellison x plus size reader)

A Second Chance at Life** (Jack Daniels x reader/Zach Wellison x f!OC)

In the Still of the Night (soulmate au) Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Dieter Bravo The Bubble

You’re So Vain Soulmate AU

Surprising Reunions, pt 1** (Joel x Dieter x reader) Surprising Reunions, pt 2**

Bright Lights & Broken Dreams, pt 1** Bright Lights & Broken Dreams, pt 2** Bright Lights & Broken Dreams, pt 3**

Sweet Temptation**

Red Lipstick** (Spooktober 2023)

“I’m not getting you coffee, your order is ridiculous.” (microfic)

Pero Tovar The Great Wall

Sassenach and the Spaniard Soulmate AU: Chapter 1 Chapter 2** (E for references to assault) Chapter 3** (E for references to assault and violence) Chapter 4** Chapter 5** Chapter 6** Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9** Chapter 10** (E for violence) Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13** Chapter 14** Epilogue

“Does no one here know how to knock?” (microfic)

Baked in Soulmates** (Spooktober 2024)

Max Phillips Bloodsucking Bastards

Close Encounters of the Toothy Kind** (Spooktober 2022)

Vampire Waltz Soulmate AU: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8** Chapter 9 Chapter 10** (Explicit for violence) Chapter 11 Chapter 12** Chapter 13** Chapter 14 Chapter 15** Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Epilogue

Javi Gutierrez The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Redbox Romance** (Spooktober 2022)

Win a Date with Javi G, pt 1 Win a Date with Javi G, pt 2**

The King’s Queen (Royalty AU): Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8** Chapter 9

“Wait! Please don’t leave!” (Regency au microfic)

“I’ll protect you.” (microfic)

Joel Miller The Last of Us

“For” Series: For Pleasure** For Her For Protection** For Valentine’s Day**

“I thought you loved forehead kisses.”/”Put me down.” (microfic)

Surprising Reunions, pt 1** (Joel x Dieter x reader) Surprising Reunions, pt 2** Three’s Company, pt 1** (Joel x reader x Frankie) Three’s Company, pt 2**

Next to Normal, pt 1** (Explicit for references to violence) Next to Normal, pt 2** Next to Normal, pt 3**  (Explicit for references to violence)

“Put me down.” (microfic)

Detective Tim Rockford Merge Mansion

“You brought me flowers?” (microfic)

Private Dick**

“Wait! Please don’t leave!” (microfic) “I thought you loved forehead kisses.” (microfic, sequel to above)

Maxwell Lord Wonder Woman 1984

In the Heights, pt 1 In the Heights, pt 2**

Charlie Hunnam Characters, My Darlings:

Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller Triple Frontier

Love Potion Number 9 (Spooktober 2024)

Necessary Arrangements (Royalty AU) - On Hiatus: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Alan McMichael Crimson Peak

At First Sight

Boyd Holbrook Characters, My Sweets:

Steve Murphy Narcos

The Meeting Place (Javier Peña x reader x Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy)

Small Towns and Second Chances**

“I don’t need a roommate.��� (microfic)

Quinn McKenna The Predator

Table for Four** (Dave York x Carol York x f!reader x Quinn McKenna) Couch for Four

Oscar Isaac Characters, My Dearests:

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia Triple Frontier

Summer Rose**

Better Than a Date** (Santi x reader x Frankie)

“I have no idea what you just said to me.” (Santi x reader x Frankie microfic)

Hurry Home** (Santi x reader x Frankie)

Garrett Hedlund Characters, My Dears:

Benny Miller Triple Frontier

“Together” Universe (Frankie x female Reader x Benny Miller): Better Together** Taking Care Together Waking Up Together** Celebrating Together** Together for Christmas

Mitch Keller Tulsa King

“Dance with me.” (microfic)

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Are you THE darthpumpkinspice? I'm such a fan! I'm gonna faint!

And if you're still taking asks, how about Boyd Holbrook characters and their most formative pieces of media?

(Love your work! ^_^)

psssh anon you incorrigible tease! 🤣 😉

I am ALWAYS TAKING ASKS, so HERE YOU GO JUST FOR YOU

Steve Murphy: Oh definitely the old Lone Ranger television show. After that Steve always knew he wanted to be a cop, but that “hero cowboy” image never left him. He wants to help people, and have friends like Tonto! And maybe ride cool horses too! In his ideal world it’s just him and his super-intimate bestie/partner, going around restoring justice to lawless places.

Donald Pierce: This is sort of a two-part, because I think as a kid the most formative media for him was absolutely X-Men comics, and Wolverine, specifically, shaped his image of masculinity and what a man should be (and also, what an ideal male partner looks like…!). *But* Pierce also watched Clueless during a sleepover with his high school girl BFF, and the character Christian made him feel so many things; this is someone that got to be gay with no repercussions, who got to stay friends and go shopping and be sassy with the pretty popular girl, and also got to be tough and masculine and heroic when the situation called for it! It seemed like an awesome life, but so unattainable and embarrassing to want that he tries not to think about it. He hasn’t watched Clueless since, but it’s still lodged deep in his subconscious.

Cap Hatfield: When he was a kid his mom used to tell him fairy tales to soothe him to sleep, and the one that stuck around in his head the most was Little Red Riding Hood. Except, he never knew for sure if he was supposed to relate to the woodsman, the wolf, or the girl – when he ran around the woods with Jim and his brothers he’d pretend to be all of them at different times.

Clement Mansell: The Cat Stevens song Father and Son made Clement cry *so* many times as a kid. It’s stuck in his brain forever, and he sometimes fantasized about his dad singing it to him if he found him again. Also, when Clement was googling this song one day he ended up running across the Russian film Father and Son, about a father and son who live together and love each other so deeply it becomes borderline incestuous. He… really, really likes this one too.

The Corinthian: I think Corinthian *is* the formative media.

Eli Klaber: Some Like it Hot! This one is a bit of an anomaly because Klaber would’ve been in his late 20’s when it came out, but I think this was still *very* formative for him. A man who crossdresses and is deemed beautiful and desirable enough to be pursued by a millionaire who still considers him a real woman even after he finds out?? Yeah, this changed Klaber’s brain chemistry forever.

Ty Shaw: For Ty, it was the Boxcar Children. Even though his mom was *technically* in the picture, he and Abby had to learn to be independent real fast, and they both latched onto this series because it made independence and abandonment feel a bit like an adventure. And he especially really liked how all the kids took care of each other and make their own home. (Ty always stops reading before they go to live with their grandfather, that part always takes away the magic for him.)

Quinn McKenna: You’d think it would be some fast-paced action movie featuring buff 80’s superstars, but no, Quinn found his dad’s copy of Battle Tactics of the Western Front: The British Army's Art of Attack, 1916-18, by Paddy Griffith and was hooked ever since.

[munsonownsmyass]

Shut him up

Quinn McKenna x gn!reader

Warnings: Could call it a hate fuck, enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, Quinn running his mouth.

Notes: Had a little talk about how Quinn never shuts up, not even in bed, with @e-dubbc11 and had to make a little something.

I tried something new and made it gender neutral. I used two cute nicknames, but they should be gender neutral. No descriptions of reader.

Also... putting the "read more" right at the start. Cause we dive right into the smut, folks 😆

Words: > 500

Your hand brace against the wall with a loud smack, head dropping forward with a moan. The hard edge of the metal table is cold under your palm, too slippery for you to get a good grip. A grip like the one Quinn has on your hips, pulling back with every hard thrust.

“Fuck, darlin'. You feel so fucking good.” Quinn rasps in your ear, his hot breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine.

It felt good. Too fucking good. But you’d never admit it to Quinn. You know he’s not dumb. He can feel and hear how he makes you feel, but you won’t give him the satisfaction of admitting it. And how did you even end up here?

Quinn and you had… a rocky relationship at best. He was your cocky neighbor, too sassy for his own good and he loved to tease. Loved to run his mouth and get on your last nerve.

One day, after months of teasing and what people around you would call a lot of sexual tension, you finally snapped and looked at him.

”Do you ever just shut the fuck up?”

The words came out a little harsher than you intended. But Quinn was just grinding your gears today. More talkative than usual and with that annoying smirk on his face. If he wasn’t funny (not that you’ll ever admit that to him), you would have punched him ages ago.

But Quinn, unphased as ever just looked at you with a wide grin, his eyes shimmering because he knows he got to you.

“Maybe when I fuck, but that’s it.”

So in the heat of the moment, you did what you had to do. Kissed him just to wipe the grin of his face. It had been coming for weeks and now you just gave in. Hungry, desperate kisses quickly turn into a frenzy of clothes scattered on the floor and you bend over the metal table in his garage.

“Such pretty moans you make. All for me.” Quinn smirks, his voice deep with lust as his hips slap against your ass. None of you care about the noise, a dead give-away of what you’re doing if anyone walks by.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” Quinn moans as you push back into his next thrust, the pleasure building in your both as Quinn thick cock push against that sweet spot in you again and again. “Had I known how badly you wanted my cock, I would have fucked you sooner.”

“You really never shut up, do you?” You hiss as he thrusts into you again with a grin. That cocky asshole. You push him off and turn around, capturing his lips with your own. At least that could shut him up for a bit, you think, as you moan when he fills you up again.

You hate to admit it, but that hate fueled fuck in Quinn’s garage is the best sex you’ve ever had.

@itwasthereaminuteago @hellspart-timer @lucy-sky @jvanilly @sergeantangel @theradioactivespidergwen

[e-dubbc11]

Summer Sleepover 2024 Masterlist 🏖️🧡

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Hello my darling friends!

Thank you to everyone who participated in my summer sleepover. I have/will put all of your asks into this masterlist.

Moodboards

A Day at the Beach with Billy Russo

Camping Under the Stars with Quinn McKenna

A Boardwalk Date with Billy Russo

Fics

Splish Splash

Billy Russo x F! Reader

Prompt - Water Gun Fight

Summary - You surprise Billy at work and help each other cool off with something fun.

Can I Buy You a Drink?

Brock Rumlow x F! Reader with Bartender! Frank Castle

Prompt - “Can I Kill Him Now?”

Summary - Reader works in a bar with Frank that he owns and manages. A very handsome SHIELD agent and the rest of his team come in for a drink after a long training session at Anvil.

Always Her Hero

Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader with Anna Raven (told from Billy’s POV)

Prompts: “I’ll deal with him.” And “He won’t hurt you again, I promise.”

Summary: At 16, Anna Raven gets her first boyfriend. Her parents have a bit of a hard time watching her grow up. Part of The Sweetest Pain series

Beat the Heat

Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Prompts: “If you spray me with that water gun, I swear—Aaaah!” , “I regret nothing!” , “Well, you better start running.” And “Can you kiss it better?”

Summary: Reader and Brock buy a new home and move in on the hottest day of the summer

Happy

Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader, Anna Raven and toddler Dylan

Song Prompt: Happy by Ayiesha Woods

Summary: Little Raven and Dylan love to have dance parties every day after coming home from daycare. Part of the Sweetest Pain Series.

‘Til Valhalla

Billy Russo x F! Reader

Prompt - “I could just use a hug”

Summary: Billy’s processing his grief after burying one of his own. You’re there with him to try and help however you can.

Intuition

Billy Russo x Plus Size! Reader

Song Prompt - Wish by Canaan Cox

Summary: You take a leave of absence from work to help your mother out on the farm after your father gets sick. A handsome CEO buys a cabin in town.

Letting Go

Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Prompt: “You have to let go”

Summary: You’ve been gone for awhile yet Matt still feels you everywhere he goes, he swears you’re there with him but you’re not and in order to start processing his grief, he has to say goodbye

[spider-bren]

MASTERLIST

I think it's about time I created a masterlist.

SPIDER-BREN MASTERLIST:

🕷 - nsfw/18+ content

[Under Construction]

Requests: CLOSED (for now) (who I write for)

Boyd Boys:

Klaber

untitled - prompt (gn) (klaber washes your hair)

choose me like you choose him (fem)

im taken (male)

Clement Mansell

black and blue, bloody red - part one (oc - ryan) 🕷

black and blue, bloody red - part two (oc - ryan) 🕷

shot in the mouth (male) 🕷

the feminization of clement mansell - part one (oc - ryan) 🕷

the feminization of clement mansell - part two (oc - ryan) 🕷

dangerous desires - part one (fem) 🕷

dangerous desires - part two (fem) 🕷

clement mansell character study

let me use you darlin' (gn) 🕷

good boy (ftm) 🕷

Ty Shaw

ride like a cowboy (ftm) 🕷

John McBride

my body is craving, so feed the hungry (oc - oliver) 🕷

Quinn Mckenna

two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer (x billy russo) 🕷

The Corinthian

Hobrinthian analysis (x hob gadling) 🕷

Hanninthian (x hannibal lecter)

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny

Vlaber/Vollber - Klaber x Voller

klaber headcanons

vlaber headcanons

indiana jones 5 ending headcanons

take it from me, what you want, what you need 🕷

space with no words

let me take care of you

untitled - anon prompt (sick klaber)

untitled - anon prompt (voller has burn out)

untitled - anon prompt (klaber whump)

untitled - prompt ask (sub klaber) 🕷

do you need help? 🕷

i'm here

Voller x Reader

voller headcanons

meant to kill me (fem)

Vlaber | Vollber Series (w/ @blueeyedcitadel) 🕷

Flew Too Close To The Sun (His Wings Did Melt)

Part One: Though I Burn (How Do I Fall?)

Part Two: Lean Your Weight On Me

The Bikeriders (2023)

Johnny x Cal

glimpse of us 🕷

Shadow & Bone

Perfection - Matthias x Alina (Helstar) 🕷

Marvel

Matt Murdock

holy hands will they make me a sinner 🕷

~•~•~•~

[breedaboyd]

prompt 8 with quinn mckenna x mreader pls

Prompt: "I can take it."

Pairing: Quinn McKenna × M!Reader.

Word Count: 327.

CW: Anal sex, first time.

McKenna lies on the bed below you, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His lust-hazed eyes are filled with determination and challenge.

"I can take it." He says, his voice a mix of confidence and anticipation. "I've had worse." As if to prove his point, he lets his thighs fall open further. The glint in his eyes tells you he's not backing down. You move closer, your intentions clear. McKenna tenses slightly, his bravado still evident but, as your dick pushes against his slick rim, he shudders, a gasp escaping his lips. His bravado wavers and he bites back a groan, his eyes narrowing in a mixture of surprise and need. He's caught off-guard, his body reacting in ways he didn't expect. The controlled façade he was maintaining begins to crack, revealing the vulnerability beneath. Despite his attempts to remain composed, you can see the desire and hesitance in his eyes. You press on, his breath hitching with each inch. He fights to regain his composure, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to slow his breathing. "I told you, I can...handle it." he manages to say, his voice strained but determined. The words come out more as a plea, a desperate reassurance to himself as much as to you. As the tension in the air thickens, McKenna's front continues to crumble. He's a skilled warrior, a seasoned soldier but he's also just a man (with a huge dick up his ass). His gaze locks onto yours, a mix of challenge and surrender. It's a silent plea, a request for you to slow but also to test his limits and push him further.

"You're doing so well, McKenna." You sigh and he nods.

"Told you I could handle it." He grins shakily and, he may say that, but his eyes tell you he needed the encouragement. With every touch, every shiver that passes through him, you realise the power you hold over him.

[mlmxreader]

High | Quinn McKenna x Trans!m!reader

anonymous asked: Quinn McKenna x Trans Reader

“Jesus! You fucking scared me!”

summary: Quinn comes home to find you a little bit high.

tws: brief mentions of transphobia, swearing, drug use

Quinn was often home at the early hours of the morning, a soldier and a sniper, he was often called away for days at a time while you waited for him; you weren't serious, not really, he would just visit when he had time, and although things were intimate in every sense, you had a feeling that things weren't as serious as you would have liked. You wanted things to get more serious, but you had a feeling that they never would; Quinn wasn't exactly the type to be serious anymore. Not since the divorce. Yet, he never strayed from you; he never saw anyone else, he never wanted anyone else. He kept coming back to you. He kept returning to your arms. The arms of a loving boyfriend. He always stuck up for you when some cunt had some transphobic bullshit to spew, he always protected you, he always supported you and which ways you wanted to transition - the only judgement he ever gave was when you cut your hair a certain way and it looked, if he was honest, terrible.

Still, as you got rid of the roach wrapped in paper, your high starting to work through you, you giggled a little; maybe you could tease him, you though. Maybe you could make him see what he was missing. But just as you were about to take the video, the door opened, and you jumped as you put your hands above your head and yelped out how you only had a little weed. Softly, Quinn laughed as he dumped his heavy boots at the door and made his way to you, tilting his head to the side as he backed you onto the sofa, pinning you between the cushions and his body as he had you on your back, his arms either side of your head as he smiled.

"Jesus! You fucking scared me!" You laughed, one hand buried in his hair, the other on his jaw as you didn't even try and keep the laughter back.

Quinn grumbled softly, so fucking tired that he couldn't even bring himself to make a sarcastic remark about coming home to find you high; the stench of weed hung heavily on you, but so did the smell of energy drinks and cigarettes. He'd gotten used to that a long time ago. Licking his lips, Quinn pressed his face against your neck as he sighed, warm breath dragging down your skin and making you shiver and whimper as you tugged at his hair.

"Stop! I'm ticklish!"

Sensitivity. You were always so fucking sensitive after smoking weed. More sensitive to his touch, to things being even slightly funny, to hunger and to thirst. Quinn had seen it enough times, he knew how to take care of you easily; he didn't mind. He thought it was cute when you laughed at almost anything. The snorting and wheezing laughter. He liked it best when you fell asleep on top of him, so sound that he could gently rake his fingers up and down your neck as he relaxed a little. The feeling of your skin at his fingertips always lulling him into a sleep, too.

Slowly, Quinn dragged himself away from you, a knowing grin on his lips. "You want some orange juice?"

You nodded, following him into the kitchen but stopping suddenly; starting to sing along between giggles as you heard 'The Last Stand' by Sabaton coming from the speaker you had left on. You even tried to dance a little, but the movements were slow and uncoordinated. Soft laughter leaving your lips as you did your best to sing and dance; no idea that, as he leaned against the counter, Quinn watched you with a certain eagerness. The type of eagerness that came with watching a loved one in their most joyous of moments.

The type of eagerness that screamed of a wish to be in that moment, to join in, to share the joy and the glee. Quinn couldn't stop himself, licking his lips before seizing your hands in his own, pulling you close as he moved you around the kitchen. Drowning in the sound of your laughter above all else as you tried to keep up; hardly able to come up with any sort of snarky remark towards you, not when you were so fucking gleeful. He didn't give a shit that the smell of weed hung on you so thickly that it made him wince a little when he caught a whiff of it. He didn't want to think about it as he coaxed you onto the counter, standing between your legs.

"Am I forgiven for scaring you?"

"Yeah," you breathed out, swallowing thickly as you grinned. "More than."

"Good," Quinn growled, rough hands going to your sides, under your shirt as he bit at the inside of his lip. "You're so fucking cold... I best warm you up."

You nodded, sniffling a little as you cleared your throat and pushed yourself a little closer to him; Quinn was always warm, you hated cuddling him on summer nights... but when it was cold, and you could feel a chill from your high, you really couldn't resist. "You're so warm... maybe you ought to share your body heat with me."

"C'mon," he laughed softly, patting your sides as he pulled away. "I'll get you that orange juice and then you can go to bed... you're stoned as shit."

"And you're pretty," you grinned. "All blonde and shit... pretty."

Quinn smiled, shaking his head. He'd always return home to the arms of his loving boyfriend.

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