#daddy!nestor

[mayanqueenxx]

[dadsinsuits]

Eiki Nestor

[pxrenikxart]

posting my random doodles from my schoolbook bc they take up space on my phone, anime/oc/mark and ethan edition

[shelbgrey]

- Sheriff Alex Romero Aesthetic

[ddwcaph-game]

Alright, I think I'll be removing all the "shipping Waynelyna" options in the next update, since it was never meant to happen for several reasons.

I was thinking of adding in a mini-sidequest in Chapter 2 that would "fail" whatever you tried to do later in Chapter 4, but I think I'll add an auto-discoverable secret instead.

It'll be established in their introduction scenes that they're not interested in each other in that way, and then the discoverable secret will be about them remembering why they'd rather be "siblings" in a previous Secret Exchange (before the twins joined the group).

I'm not sure how many people even picked the Waynelyna options anyway. 😅

[imagineredwood]

"You should be scared of me. I like that you're not."

Request: You should be scared of me. I like that you're not with our cartel daddy Miguel Galindo"

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x female reader

Warnings: Gun violence, mild blood

Word count: 595

"Come here."

Miguel's voice was gruff as he spoke to you, hand outstretched for you to place yours into it. You stared at him blankly for a handful of seconds, willing for both the fog in your brain and the ringing in your ears to go away. Miguel didn't move, hand still reaching. His heart pounded in his chest, though not from the shootout. From the idea that maybe this would be the thing that finally drove you away. 

The late nights? You had understood. The missed or canceled dates? They'd made you sad, but you knew business was important. Bodyguards all around? Intrusive at times, but necessary. The cartel life had only been glittering necklaces and champagne-filled flutes during bubble baths up until this point. The danger Miguel always spoke on seemingly nonexistent it was so far removed. You hadn't seen it yet; hadn't been subjected to it. 

Until tonight. 

With the shots ringing out, the beautiful crystal clear glass of the windows nearby shattering, the chaos and yelling men. It had shocked you just as much as the sharp pain of your skinned knee when Miguel had shoved you to the ground behind the Suburban. Now here you were, standing back upright, a small trickle of blood dripping down your knee as you stared at your fiance. His eyes were fierce but there was a sadness in them as he wondered if now that you had seen the true state of things, you would decide neither he nor his life were for you and split. That worry fizzled though as you threw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you in return, one holding the small of your back to keep you upright while the other cradled the back of your head to him. You clung to him, small shudders running through your body as the adrenaline coursed through your veins. He was your safe space. Nothing and no one could make you feel safer, even with all of the casings that littered the street around you. Foolish and dangerous as it may have been. Despite he himself actually being the danger, there wasn't a place you felt safer than in his arms. 

Miguel pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head, ushering you into the vehicle with the help of Nestor, it taking off before either of you could get your seatbelts on. The ride home was silent, your hand clutching Miguels. Neither of you broke it until you were in your bathroom, Miguel kneeling before you to clean your leg while you sat on the counter. 

“You should be scared of me. I like that you’re not.” 

You gazed at him through heavy eyes, the adrenaline from before having worn out and left you ready to crash. Your smile was soft as you looked at him, following him with your eyes as he stood. 

"I could never be scared of you. If there's one thing that doesn't scare me, it's you. You had me on the ground before I even knew what was happening. You saved me. Nothing you do will ever scare me. Unless you tried to cannibalize me or something." 

Your heartfelt way of confirming that you weren't going anywhere both warmed his heart and made him chuckle with a shake of his head. He wrapped his arms around your middle and tugged you off the counter into him, voice taking on a husky edge as he dragged you out of the bathroom and towards the bed. 

"Oh, I'll cannibalize you alright." 

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[wowstrawberrycow]

Music to get me in the mindset for writing specific characters (part 3)

Elrond

(I'm gearing up to do some writing for him and Thranduil soon!)

B'Tayhi - M'Sadder- Waverly consort

Dream a Little Dream- Pink Martini

Bolero- Pink Martini

Quizas Quizas Quizas- Pink Martini

Ninna Nanna- Pink Martini

Una Notte a Napoli- Pink Martini

The Girl From Impamina- Jose Gilberto

Sway- Pink Martini

Fly Me to the Moon- Claire

Beyond the Sea- Bobby Darin

Volare- Dean Martin

Baía - Nestor Amaral

It Only Took A Kiss- Big Bad VooDoo Daddy

Sh-Boom- The Crew Cuts

I've Got You Under My Skin- Frank Sanatra

[chaoticvintagelesbian]

The Iliad is insane. Like batshit crazy. I'm only on book 4 so far. Its chaotic af

- More 💖drama💖 than any soap opera.

- Achilles asking his mom to kill everyone just cos they upset him

- Achilles Daddy Issues!

- Achilles & Patroclus seem cute in theory, but ACHILLES DOESN'T DESERVE PATROCLUS.

- Thetis is a mafia mommy, literally every God owes her.

- hera just like if I kill ur fav city, u can kill mine

- Helen literally calls herself a slut

- Hector calls his brother paris: "sex crazed seducer", & "should never have been born" & "disgrace"

- We love Hector.

- ACHILLES IS A DISNEY PRINCESS!!!!!

- Ares just vibin in all the death.

- we live to be as petty as Eris

- almost all female characters are girlboss, gatekeep, gaslight.

- all homeric heroes literal psychopaths.💀

- agamemnon's brother gets shot, he literally makes a speech about how that affects him - Menelaus literally comforts him while bleeding

- athene grabs Achilles' hair and stops him from lunging to kill someone, while invisible. That most look so silly.

- We also love Nestor 😍

[church-of-beelzebeef]

My incredible, pious, strong husband had better add ‘smart’ to the list! Not content with a mere Bachelor of Arts in Musical Education, he’s been studying for a Masters in Fine Art and Theology throughout our marriage, and with his dissertation finally submitted and graded he’s officially a college graduate twice over!

We took a family trip out to Foxbury University so we could celebrate his graduation together. Nestor studied online so we’ve never had the opportunity to visit until now. And I’m so glad that we did, because Beelzebeef intended me to cross paths with someone I haven’t seen in a very long time! 

Can you tell who it is yet?! That’s my mama! Beelzebeef has finally drawn us together after so many years apart! I mean, who would believe Professor Cherish Curious just so happened to be visiting Foxbury for a conference at the same time as Nestor’s graduation ceremony? I'm so happy she got to experience the awesome power of Beelzebeef first hand! 

We’ve agreed to meet up with Daddy and my brother at some point in the future. I can’t wait for them to get to know their grandkids and to tell them all about our journeys with Beelzebeef. Maybe it’ll be just what they need to open their hearts to Her!

[pearlescent-soda]

🪷//A Fourth Sample of My Headcanons on the Dragon Daddies (Beast Maker Edition):

Isaak:

Now, here's a weird one, unconventional with the way he chooses to live his life. He always eats with his bare hands, he sleeps hanging upside down, and he sticks his tongue out when he's happy. Overall, it's harmless stuff, and he's as sweet as sugarcane...  But the locals have one major grievance. It's hard to keep an eye on him with all the bouncing he does, and when he emphasizes his speech, he's five feet off the ground every ten seconds. 'Isaak, settle down, if I have to look up one mo' time, Imma need a neck brace'.

Give him a stick and a leaf, he can make any kind of insect. He's been doing this since exiting the egg, 'Insect Origami' is what he's titled his profession. He uses all kinds of leaves and branches in his sculpts and he paints everything himself, this process is too 'delicate' for the other Beast Makers to handle. He can perform a few surgeries as well, like reattaching a broken wing or mandible. This kindness extends to his relationship with the beloved Sparx, anytime Sparx leaves his care, he shines a little bit brighter than before. 'It's nothin' a quick spit shine to keep him glowin' right, make sure to bring him back in three months. I might have to change his blinker fluid.'

Spyro's admittedly not a bad supercharger. As good as Isaak? Ha, no. He's barely getting enough height to make it to the next platform and his turns are too wide, but that doesn't stop Isaak's compliments from inflating his ego. 'Yeah, it's nothing. I practice all the time. You should've seen me at Wizard Peak, I was a natural'. Isaak usually tilts his head in confusion at the boy's overconfidence, just a moment ago he was dangling of the edge of tree hollering for help, now he's bragging about how much 'air' he can get.

He currently holds the world record for 'Fastest Flyer in the Dragon Kingdom' at three hundred and 5 miles per hour without the supercharge. With the supercharge? He's gone in half a blink, off one million miles in whatever direction he chooses, it's amazing!! It's been three hundred years, and still nobody's come close to beating his record. When him, Useni, and Jarvis get together, a race will happen. If Zantor, Copano, and Lyle are present, betting will happen. Cedric, on the other hand, shows up solely for the entertainment provided by the races themselves.

He does not have eyelids, he's got nictitating membranes, which is highly disturbing to acquaintances and strangers, because he can still see them clear as day through the lids. They're perfect for swimming and flying, but so unnerving to watch as they flip up when he dozes off. Here's a hint, the best way to tell he's fully asleep is the cloudy look of the membrane, the iris can just barely be seen, and his very much audible snoring.

Supercharging from rooftop to rooftop has consequences? Who would've seen that one coming, not Isaak, especially with his torso lodged in a communal bathhouse. As if this couldn't get any more embarrassing, the baths were currently in use by none other than the leaders of the Dragon Realms after a grueling day of reading petitions. Reactions from closest to furthest from the impact went as follows: Nestor almost had a heart, Titan was laughing, Cosmos actually got out to help him, Bruno was lightly scolding him, and Lateef... he was very much enjoying his bath. On the bright side, nobody was hurt and now they all have a story to share with the folks in their homeworlds.

Cold weather has an interesting effect on him, he gets sluggish. He sleeps in longer, he's slower, the contrast between him in fifty-degree weather and seventy-degree weather is astounding. The Beast Maker nearly went hysterical when baby Isaak couldn't keep his eyes open in Wizard Peak, he was out cold, and it took an hour next to a furnace for him to wake up. Nowadays, he prefers to stick to the Beast Maker Realms during the winter.

Jed:

'Do first, ask questions later'. He's an expert at getting himself stuck in precarious situations and with a sense of direction as terrible as his that happens pretty often. He's a free spirit who marches to the beat of his drum with little to no consideration for others. While off in his own little world he leaves a lot of messes for the others to clean up after he abruptly flees the scene. He's a fun-loving guy, but he's far too immature for someone his age.

Owls, parrots, and toucans, oh my. The curvature of the beak, the intricate patterning of the feathers, and the strange artistic choice to give three-fourths of them the ability to mimic speech. He's stays far away from plain colors and boring designs in favor of more extravagant... uh... everything. The one thing he's yet to do is add precious metals to his pieces, gold powder, silver twine, and the like, but he's working on it. His 'Galvanized Cockatoo' is in late-stage development and boy is Jed ready to show him off.

Spyro turns his back for one second and now he's gone, he sent Sparx out to look for him. Turns out he'd traveled up thirty flights of stairs to 'get a better look at stars' without telling Spyro. The boy was exhausted by the time he finally found him and what did Jed do? He shrugged. He shrugged.

He's taking care of the Beast Maker eggs, whoever came up with that idea must have been half-asleep, inebriated, or both. To his credit, he is gentle with all the eggs, but stacking them up in piles in the nursery is uncalled for. 'A pyramid? Really?' However, there is one teensy, itty-bitty mistake that he will take to his grave. He dropped one of them, fell right out of his hands and rolled underneath the guardrail right out of the tree. Down... down... down... down... GOTCHA! That was probably the only time in his entire life that he was serious, and it lasted a good twenty seconds, because when his feet hit solid ground he said, 'That's it! I think I'll name you... GERONIMO!'

His skin is slimy, don't listen to his 'it's not slime, it's mucus' the man is coated with a thin layer of slime. It has a few medicinal properties, but certain dragons have developed rashes after coming into contact with him. Nevertheless, it's important to his survival, it protects him from the harsh elements outside of the water, and speaking of water, he's always near a body of water.  The Jungle gets enough rain as is that all he has to do is tip the right mammoth sized leaf and let the collected rainwater pour over his exposed skin.

Once had the brilliant, high IQ idea to go the opposite direction of the arrows on a Supercharge ramp. The result was a six Dragon pileup and lots of foul language. Well, Jed made history that day, he was the second Dragon in ten centuries to receive a fine for speeding in the wrong lane, people in Tree Tops follow those arrows because their lives depend on it. Plummeting from the village is certain death and even the most experienced flyers are still at risk of severe injury from branches and Banana Boys. When threatened to reveal why he did such a foolish act in the first place, he responded with the sorry excuse 'But it was the only way to get to my favorite resting spot'. Wrong way supercharging is a serious offense, if he keeps this up, he'll go bankrupt from the hefty number of fines being passed his way.

That 'hat' has to be his actual hair with horns growing out of it. Wait a minute... Is it twitching? It's not a hat, it's not hair, the eye just blinked, it's alive! The creature, affectionately named 'Cynthia', has been his loyal headdress since the dawn of time. She doesn't do much in public, she's shy, but in private she's a motormouth.

Lyle:

'It's the little things in life' personified into a plump, pinkish green Dragon. He'll literally stop to smell the roses and frolic if time allows. He's hard to upset, he's just so... peaceful. He's the kind of guy trusted by everyone to hold at least one of their secrets.  He's of the few people blessed with ability to see the positive in every aspect of life, twenty-four seven, he's almost too perfect. What keeps him from being a literal angel is his laissez faire attitude when it comes to his work.

He cultivates and trains carnivorous plants, this includes, but is not limited to 'Jupiter Dragon Traps', 'Killer Bushes', and 'Dark Vines'. Where does he come up with these names? He chose one the most dangerous professions in the Dragon Realms next to being a Peace Keeper Soldier or a Dream Weaver, but it's got to be done. They act as the first line of defense against unwanted individuals in the Beast Maker Realms, but his relationship with the flora is 'wholesome' for him and unsettling for everyone else. He treats them like his literal children, cooing at them, handfeeding them using 'airplanes', it's disturbing. But, hey, if it keeps the residents safe, let the Dragon burp his potted plant.

He'll eat the fruit but skip right over the vegetables. 'Spyro, how are you supposed to grow big and strong without eating your greens, huh? You're gonna stunt your growth, baby'. He'll skip the celery but absolutely devastate the strawberries, but that doesn't mean that the plants don't fight back. Spyro learned that the hard way when he got eaten by a Jupiter Dragon Trap and, if it wasn't for Sparx, he would've been dissolving by the plant's digestive juices.

Roscoe comes to him about the Dragon-Eating five times each month, more during the spring. Not in person, no, no, no, he'll send a letter or thirty begging him to providing something, anything that will stop them from growing. 'Ain't much I can do for you, Ro. I ain't make those critters, the most I can tell you is to put a salt circle around your home'.

He's empathetic to his plants, so much so that he'll let them grow in any direction they want. He won't trim them or spray pesticides on them, the most he'll do is change the pot, add water, and sprinkle fertilizer. It got so bad that Jed was trapped in his own home by Dark Vines. 'Lyle this ain't funny, man!! Get your vines man, they're FREAKING ME OUT!!!' It took two sleepless nights, but his tree was finally freed from the sentient tendrils. Lyle tried to apologize to Jed for the situation, but Jed had taken an alternate escape route and sauntered right up next to him like nothing had happened. Indeed, Jed was more excited about it than he was traumatized, and commended Lyle for his impeccable craftsmanship. 'You raised 'em right, Lyle. They almost got me, haha'.

He was the one to discover a solution for the Strongarm/ Banana Boy problem, which is growing herbal plants to keep them out of his botanical garden. 'Them furry critters hate the taste, hate the smell and hate the sight of 'em. Works like a charm'. He's right, primates really don't like them... wait... is that Strongarm crying? OH, it's hindering their senses, it's too overpowering for them, especially the lavender and onion combo.

Speaking of botanical garden, Lyle's got a whole hollowed tree dedicated to his craft. There's no way anyone can miss it, there's a giant etlingera elatior centered above his doorway. 'Yep, home sweet home. Don't look at the plants stem, he's self-conscious, also he's still in his teething phase'. He's got a bit of an algae problem with the water, but he finds it 'aesthetically pleasing', instead of potentially toxic so, not good.

[shelbgrey]

Dating Alex Romero headcanons

Paring: Alex Romero x Calhoun!Reader

Summary: headcanons about Alex Romero dating Norma Bates' little sister. -SMUT warning!

❤️MasterList ML2 ❤️Dating Moodboard

You first met Alex when you and norma bought the motel. She had bought it to start over with Norman and you decided to move with her, bring your 10 year old daughter with you. You decided to help with the motel when you weren't working at the hospital in town.

It was strange now looking back. You and Norma were trying not to get cought with Keith Summers dead body, you don't really crack under pressure but you run your mouth in a sarcastic way.

You thought he was handsome dispite his rough and tough exterior. You just kinda silently watched him while he gave Norma the third degree and his deputy Zack Shelby almost flirted with her. It's not weird looking back now, you had this weird feeling about Zack but not Alex. Norma was the opposite.

“look, you better work with me, okay? I'm the last guy you want on your bad side” He told Norma when he was trying to figure out what happened to Keith Summers and Norma was being difficult.

But dispite the attraction you ignored it with sarcasm. “well aren't you just a little rain of sunshine”

You guys kinda started off throwing sarcastic comments at each other to mask the growing attraction you had for each other. But at first you knew you shouldn't get involved with anyone especially since you had your daughter. She was 10 when you moved to White Pine Bay.

Even though he thought Norma was suspicious as hell, he grew a soft spot for you and your daughter. After a few months you two would just a have casual conversation if you ran into each other in town.

The more you interacted the more Norma did with Zack Shelby, which you hated. There was just somthing about that guy that creeped you the hell out. “Look, I know you could give a damn about my family, but keep your deputy away from my sister”

After a while you did have this trust that built up, but you were still fighting the feeling you had for each other. Dylan noticed it first, you and him were close and he considered you more of a mother than Norma. “hell, the only people who don't know that Romero and y/n like each other are Romero and Shelby”

Dylan started messing with you the more you brushed off your feelings. “you gotta little drool there” Dylan teased after Romero left. “oh, shut up”

Alex would never admit it at first, but it made his heart melt at how sweet you were. He never had someone go out of their way to be so kind to him, especially when his house got burned down and he had to live at the motel.

You guys grew closer, you'd stay up and talk for hours and your daughter grew an attachment to him. She was from a previous relationship and she pretty much became friends with Alex immediately. She liked him even before you started dating.

When it came to Zane he got over his house burning down. Sure he was pissed, but he knew he had to be careful when it came to handling the basterd. Then he found out Zane hurt you because you were defending Dylan. Alex saw your brused face and that was the last straw.

Alex beat the shit out of him. “if you ever lay a hand on her again, I will kill you”

When you saw him with a cut up face and busted hand you didn't really know if your doctor instincts kicked in or you just wanted to help him because you liked him.“no, it's fine... Don't worry about it”

“it's bleeding and I could get infected. So quit the big tough sheriff act and let me help you” you said in what Alex and dylan call your 'mom voice'

He couldn't help but admire you as you patched him up. You had never been this close to him before and your touch was so gentle.

He always knew you were beautiful, but seeing you up close like this only confirmed it yet again.

You could feel his eyes on you. It wasn't because he had no where eles to look, it just felt like his eyes were staring into your soul. You never had anyone look at you that way before.

You loved his eyes, you never thought brown eyes could look so cute and beautiful even though they held so much pain. You loved his eye lashes too, they were so dark it almost look like eyeliner, which at first you thought it was. He would later find out he hates it, but you never failed to tell him how handsome he was.

The sexual tension was there, but there was also nothing but this unconditional love he had for her. He couldn't help but smile at her, genuinely and lovingly. Somthing you never seen before.

“did you smile? You actually smiled... for a while now I thought you face was paralyzed” you joked. Like said before the sarcastic comment were nothing new between you two, but this time it seemed different.

“you never fail with that smart mouth, do you?” he smiled as you bandaged his hand up. He let out a small chuckle and shook his head. He looked down then back up at you. “but you never fail to amaze me either...”

You looked up at him superised, you couldn't help but blush. He loved it, it was so sweet and innocent. Nothing he's ever had the pleasure to witness. “I think your beautiful”

“Shut up” you shook your head. No matter how sweet the moment was, you never believed how pretty you were. Alex saw all your imperfections as somthing beautiful.

He cut you off and pressed his lips to yours. It started off soft, holding the side of your face like you were made of glass and kissed you softly.

Everything thing he did was fast and rough, he didn't have control over that most of the time. But he got to choose to be gentle and loving with you.

You didn't keep the secret from your sister very long. “I kissed Alex...”

“oh...” She nodded softly, but then did a double take. “OH! do you like him? Did you sleep with him?”

You told her that you loved him and dispite Norma's differences with Alex she supported you both, hell the two became close friends because of you.

Alex and your daughter absolutely adore each other. When you guys started dating he started treating her like his own. He wanted to have the opportunity to be the dad he never got.

Speaking of his childhood it surprisingly didn't take him long to open up about it to you. He just feels like you can tell you anything without getting judged. He told you about his mother's suicide and how much it affected him and his father being mentally abusive to them both.

He wishes his mom could have met you. He only has one picture of her and it's the two of them when Alex was about five. “I wish she could have met you...”

You didn't even know what to say when he proposed with his mother's wedding ring. It was beautiful expensive ring and one of the only things Alex had left of his mother. “Alex... It was your mother's... I can't take it”

“your the only one I trust with it”

He's definitely terrified that he'll turn into his father. Every time he gets angry or if you guys get into a fight, minor or not he feels awful. He wants to be a better man, husband, and father than his dad was. “I've seen how my father was. And I know I have his blood flowing through me. And knowing just how... cruel. I can be. I can't help but feel like... it'll happen.. one day”

“Just because you share the same blood doesn't mean you'll turn into him. Your a good man” and you'll never think other wise. So what if he has a temper, it doesn't change how you feel about him.

You guys own a german shepherd that failed police dog school because he was too nice. You talked Alex into letting you keep him and he gave in.

Alex named him Cujo and he tunred out to be the dumbest, gentlest giant you have ever met. He has the doppiest smile and probably has half a brain cell. “I wish I could be as Carefree as this mutt” Alex sighed.

Cujo is also a huge cuddler and Alex has to fight him for his spot in bed.

Alex is extremely protective of you. He knows how awful the town is and how dangerous Norman is to be around. The thought of loosing you scares him shirtless.

If He not at the station, he's with you. When Norman started to get worse Alex moved into the house with you because he didn't trust Norman.

Norma and you of course wanted to get Norman in the institution, but Norma didn't have insurance which resulted in you and Alex getting married way earlier than you expected.

“I need you to marry Alex” Norma said one morning. “... I just woke up”

But in the end you didn't ask because Norma told you too or because Norman needed to be in the institution. I think deep down you wanted to, he was the best things that's happened in your shity life besides your daughter.

“I wouldn't ask you if I didn't actually mean it... My sister doesn't have that much control over me” you told him after he hesitated when you popped the question.

He quickly shook his head. “no... It's not that” he pulled out a black velvet box and inside was his mom's wedding ring. He had already planed on asking you, but he didn't know how.

You guys got married at the Cort house then you and your daughter both changed your last names. You finally got to drop the last name Calhoun and the suffering it held.

[this is a headcanon based on the actors nationality] his mother knew Spanish, she thought him a little bit before she died. That's his haratge basically so sometimes he'll cuss in that language or if he starts ranting his English will slowly slip into the language you barely understand.

He also calls you Cariño which is darling. Or he'll just call you baby. You call him things that don't fight his rough and tough cop exterior. Things like sweetheart and Honey.

So obviously he goes by Alex, but there's only two people who can call him Alexander and that's you and his mom. Since his mother is gone your the only person who can call him that. “don't call me that, she's the only one who can call me that”

He hates it when all the other cops at the station stare at you. He knows your beautiful and so dose everyone eles. He had a young deputy for a short period of time and had had the biggest crush on you.

He loves how gentle you are with him, he may love the roughness in the bedroom, but just being gentle and the domestic touches you share is his favorite part of being with you.

He loves it when you just hold his face in your hands and kiss his forehead. That's his favorite type of of kiss, both giving and receiving. He loves the way your touch feels on his face, so gentle, so soothing

He loves the sight of your hands on either side of his face. He'll never make any effort to move your hands off his face.

His life is so awful and rough and to be able to just make a gentle move as forehead kiss makes his heart melt.

He loves the intimate feeling of just staring into each others eyes. He could see how beautiful you were just from looking into your eyes.

Since your a doctor he comes to you if he's hurt, there has been countless times you had to patch him up.

He loves it when you curl up on his lap when he's working in his office, he can't get enough of you running your fingers run through his hair.

Speaking of office, you can go in his office when ever you want because he made a key for you.

You guys are totally opposites both physically and mentally. Emma once said you guys the typical golden retriever and black cat couple, except he's the black cat and your the golden retriever.

This man need physical contact a lot. He's a big cuddler(though he only admit it too you) and just needs you in his arms, it's a comfort and a protection thing.

He loves how gentle you are with him.

If your in bed he'll always have his arms around you. Rather your the little spoon or your on his chest. But sometimes if his day is rough he'd want to be the little spoon. His favorite feeling in the world is your arms around him and your fingers running through his hair.

You joke about that, he can be so mean looking and tough but he's really just a big teddy bear.

“I'm not a teddy bear” he said trying to not to smile. You shook your head and held him tighter. “Yes you are, my big teddy bear”

Being with and the town Sheriff/ex Marine means you have a designated bodyguard, you never felt so safe than you do when your with him.

You wear his leather jacket all the time, it's huge on you but it's warm and smells like him. Since he was in the marines he has dog tags, you wear them sometimes when he's away or when you miss him.

There's a lot of neck and forehead kisses being handed out by this man. He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and just trail soft kisses down your neck.

Your always resuring him that your always going to be by his side. With that I think he's secretary insecure, he's never really had anyone drool over him before, so your always telling him how handsome he is.

We can't gloss over the nose, It's super cute gester you love doing with him. He thinks It's adorable when you nuzzle your nose against his, he thinks your just so cute all around and hasn't ever been with someone as gent as you.

Sex in his police car or his office.

NSFW headcanons:

If he's had a rough day, he either needs one of two things. A rough fuck or he needs to curl up beside you and rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

He's not very vocal during sex. He mostly moan or grunt, but he's never not praising you. If your giving him head or ridding him he's a complete moaning mess though.

Alex loves gripping your hips as you ride him, leaving his impressions on your thighs as you move, chasing your highs.

He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.

Like I said before he's a boob guy. He'll bury his face into your boobs as he pounds into you. He loves it when you start moaning and tugging at his hair, He honestly can’t get enough.

He's in control, no matter if your on top or bottom. He loves the feeling he's the only one who can make you feel this way and have completely control over you.

Even though he's the dominant person in bed he wants to know you have equal control too, if you don't like how rough or fast he's going he'll stop and check on you and makes sure your okay. All he cares about is your pleasure.

“You want it harder, baby?” He'll complied with her request, thrusting deeper and faster, causing the bed to shake with your movements. He let out a low groan as he felt your nails dig into his back.

You and him both know your limits if anything because too much all you have to do is tap his thigh or use a safe word and he'll stop immediately.

“And I want you to promise me that if you really start to feel discomfort, you'll use your safe word...”

Alex's breathing always gets heavier when he's trying to not lose control evn when you tease him and grind your hips against him. “I'm trying really hard not to lose control right now and you teasing me isn't helping...”

“What if I want you to lose control?” you whispered.

He knew that if he lost control right now there was no going back and he wouldn't be able to stop. “If I lose control, I'm not gonna be gentle....”

“I don't want you to be gentle” you admitted. After a while and months of being together he won't stress out as much. Your sex life is built on nothing but trust. You know he'd never hurt you and he knows your limits and knows you'll stop him if it becomes too much.

He can get pretty dirty and possessive when it comes to cum. He's done for and lossing control after he comes down your throat.

He's very skilled with his tounge, he loves eating you out. your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

“Mmm, you taste so damn sweet” He moans as he continues to pleasure you, his tongue teasing your clit. His hands move to your hips, holding onto them tightly as he devours you.

Bondage all the way, you once stole a pair a handcuff from his office and asked him to use them on you. Even though it gets pretty rough with him, he's afraid to hurt you.

But once he saw the effect it had on you, he grew to love it. He loved the fact that you were so willing to let him handcuff you.

But he also knows how much though things can hurt, so before things go further he always makes sure your okay with the cuffs. “How's the feel? Not too tight?”

He loves having you bent over his desk while he fucks you from behind. The sounds of you moaning his name and the mixture of his desk scraping against the floor drives him crazy.

there's alot of office sex with him, they're mostly quickies which aren't his favorite but he's never apposed to it.

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

Even though your sex life is pretty rough and sometimes dirty, he'll never degrade you. He refuses to call you anything like slut, or any names that are in that cadigory. He'll call you brat though.

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

Dispite him being mostly rough in bed and pushes you to the point of screaming, he'll be so soft and gentle in the end. “you did so good for my baby, I wasn’t too rough was I?”

[ben-the-hyena]

56) Nestor

OOOH JUST LIKE BUBBA HE MADE ME WANT TO GET AND PLAY THE GAME SOOO HARD... and with the opposite energy ! Yes he is muscular too but less than Bubba AND is collected, classy, dignified, serious, calm but stoic, love his facial expressions, his voic and the way he moves... he is a daddy in all meanings of the term

Stolen from Twitter but that could be fun !

[imagineredwood]

🌸Monthly (as in last month 🥴) Masterlist🌸

“Is this okay? Did I do well?” - Yandere Prompt with Bottles ❤️‍🔥

Poly!AngelxCoco where they find reader unconscious after a break in ❤️‍🩹

Dark!EZ who engages in a bit of mild somno HC 🖤❤️‍🔥

"You look delicious. I won’t stop until I’ve tasted every bite.” Daddy Yandere prompt with Chibs 🖤

Nestor helping reader de-stress from exams 🧁

Creeper being jealous or possessive over his SO HC 🧁

Angel trying to impress reader who works with Felipe HC 🧁

Yandere!Juice who hacks the house cameras to watch the reader HC 🖤

Poly!AngelxCoco who are stressed and just want to be used like toys ❤️‍🔥

Coco with a mommy kink HC/drabble ❤️‍🔥

Mayans helping their girl destress from exam group HC 🧁

🧁 - fluff 💔 - angst ❤️‍🔥 - smut ❤️‍🩹 - hurt/comfort

🖤 - dark

[rebeleden]

Matt Gaetz: "I'm not gay!" BTW Nestor Is Not Really My Adopted Son But I'm Still His Daddy

[sims-4-bird-legacy]

Part 1

*abuse trigger warning

What is this crap? Nestor pulls out his least favorite brand of beer. Well, today it's his least favorite. Where is that good for nothing girl? In his eyes his daughter Calla can never do anything right. He blames all his failures on her.

Calls recognizes the look in his eyes as soon as he steps outside. She tenses in fear. What could it be now?

"Where have you been all day girl? And what is this shit?" He waves his hand and sloshes the beer at her. "I didn't have any breakfast this mornin neither" Calla cringes. She's been secretly working a gig in the mornings at the diner and today she overslept. "I'm sorry daddy, they were out of your normal ki-" "Get up." He growls, yanking her up before she can react.

"Why can't you ever do anything right?" He reeks of alcohol as he lays into his oldest daughter. She doesn't fight back, she never does anymore. But she's been saving up to get out of here and today might be the day. "You're worthless!" He attaches the words to his swing.

What did I do to deserve this? How can he hate me so much? He was never like this before mom died. He's a shell of the person he was. I hate him. "I hate you." Calla dares to whisper.

"What did you say?" He yanks her back to him. "You hate me?" He laughs maniacally. "Well guess what baby girl, I hate you too."

He's never beaten her this badly before. He doesn't try to stop her as she leaves. Not bothering to go inside. Forcing herself to leave Erin behind.

She goes to the park where her money is stashed. Her whole body screaming in pain I can't believe that just happened. I can't believe I left Erin. She sobs. Realistically she knows he never would have let her take her younger sister, but she hates herself for leaving her.

She washes the blood off of herself the best she can. I'll get her back Calla swears to herself. There's no time to cry. She'll have to call and see if she can move into that apartment early.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Okay so I can’t draw Ange, but here is my DIY nevertheless. 😂 This was meant to be a sort of birthday gift and I’m SO SORRY that it took me forever to get out. But I really hope you enjoy some parental Haddotin and that I did Ange justice. 😉

The Adventures of Ange Begins

Ange really had meant to tell them beforehand. It has been on the tip of their tongue for so long. It was just…they knew how their fathers were going to react, and it was much easier to be at ‘the point of no return’ when they mentioned it. Ange played with the zipper on their jacket as they waited for the phone to dial out. It rang twice before it was promptly picked up.

“Haddock residence?” An older voice greeted.

Ange smiled. “Hi, Nestor. It’s me. Are Papa or Daddy available?”

“Of course, Ange! One moment please.”

Ange smiled as they were put on hold, imagining Nestor would be hovering in the background during the call as they were most likely put on speaker phone. It was fine though. Ange wanted Nestor to know as well, and Uncle Calculus too for that matter. In fact, both would have been easier to convince, but they did have more sense than to try and pull something like that.

“Ange! How are you? How’s your film project coming along?” Their papa’s voice came through first.

Of course before they could utter a word, Daddy’s loud, booming voice filled the receiver. 

“Mon petite lupin (My little bunny)! When are you going to come back home and visit your dear old dads? It’s been so long…”

“I know, Daddy. And I will soon, but…I’m actually headed out of town today. It’s for my film project. But I promise to be back at Moulinsart when I’m back!”

It was silent on the other end, and Ange had to keep themself from fidgeting in place like they were fifteen all over again.

“How far out of town?” Papa’s flat tone finally questioned.

Ange could practically visualize the ginger man’s face pulled down in thought as if he were trying to solve one of his puzzles. 

“...South America?”

“Oh my!”

“Blistering barnacles!”

“Great snakes!”

Ange had to fight off the urge to sigh. This was exactly what they had been dreading.

“Can we still get plane tickets this late?” Daddy questioned.

“I’ll have to make some calls, but if we pack now I bet we can still make it. What time does your plane leave, Ange?”

“I board in about ten minutes.”

There was silence again, but this was a different kind of silence. It was like Ange could physically feel their papa’s disappointment seeping through the phone.

“You see, I’m doing a documentary on Andean mountain cats and why they are becoming endangered, and well…I have to be in the Andes to film Andean mountain cats.” They laughed nervously.

“Alone?” Daddy asked, aghast.

“No, I’m being smart. Onu Skut is going to pick me up from the airport and fly me up the mountains. And then I’m meeting a nature guide and a wildlife expert who will be camping with me for the next six weeks. My advisor vetted them and everything.”

“Six weeks?!” Daddy complained.

“What are their names specifically?” Papa demanded.

Ange passed the names over easily. Dr. Kitty Oncilla had been studying wild cats in South America for the past sixteen years, and from her emails, seemed very excited about having Ange out to exploit the dangerous superstitions and misconceptions endangering the species. Brayan was a good friend of Tharkey, and all it took was mentioning Ange was a Haddock before the mountain climber was enthusiastically agreeing to Ange’s request. So really there was nothing for their papa to be worried about. Ange was a responsible adult, and certainly behaving as such. They felt like they could be afforded a little trust at this point.

Daddy’s voice suddenly roared through the receiver as he repeated the names, forcing Ange to pull the phone as far away from their ear as they could. That had to mean Uncle Calculus had now joined in the conversation as the man’s hearing had only worsened in his old age despite his claims that he absolutely does not need a hearing aid yet.

“Tell them to look up an old colleague of mine when they get there! Her name is Oncilla. Kitty Oncilla.”

Ange couldn’t help but beam smugly knowing Papa would have no choice but accept Ange’s decision now.

“You could have told us sooner.” He finally stated.

A pang of guilt hit Ange hard. 

“I know. And I am sorry. I just wanted you to see that I am an adult now, and I’m ready to start having my own adventures. Like you and Daddy.”

“No! Not like Papa and Daddy.” Nestor pleaded, causing Ange to laugh.

“Look, I’ll come by the estate the moment I land back in Belgium, and I absolutely promise not to keep you out of the loop again. Okay?”

“And we’ll hold you to that.” Daddy’s warm voice was gentle and reassuring on Ange’s nerves. “Now, have fun. Take lots of footage, and call us when you can. We love you.”

Ange felt their heart swelling under the immense gratitude they felt for having their fathers support. 

“Thanks, Daddy! I will try to call, but I can’t promise anything. I love you too! Talk to you when I get back!”

Ange hung up the phone just in time to hear their flight being called over the speaker. In a hurry to get to their gate, it never occurred to them just how quiet their Papa got by the end of the call. 

***

Haddock heaved a heavy sigh after Ange hung up. He had thought dropping them off at uni had been hard. This, on the other hand, was almost unbearable. Of course, he was at least taking it better of the two of them. His arm that was slung around Tintin’s shoulders slowly started to rub up and down his partner’s arm as the younger continued to glare at the phone. 

No matter how much he tried to deny it, Haddock knew Tintin always had a problem with how much of himself he saw in Ange. Haddock, of course, absolutely adored it. However, it was the image of Ange getting stuffed in a trunk, shot at, or any of the other dangerous stints Tintin had been known for at their age that seemed to be what kept him up the most at night. Ange being only a few hours away at uni had been an adjustment, but eventually one he had been able to accept as Tintin could still get to them if they were in trouble. Now they were headed half a world away.

He placed a gentle kiss on the top of his ginger head.

“They’ll be fine. We’ve raised a very smart and adaptable young adult. They can do this.”

“That’s just it though.” Tintin murmured. “I didn’t raise them at all for this. Did they know what to pack? Do they know how to start a fire without matches? Do they know what to do in the event of a landslide? A rockslide? An avalanche? There was so much to prepare them for, and they didn’t let me do any of it!”

Tintin tensed as he took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sharp exhale. He only took a moment’s pause before he shoved Haddock’s hand off, storming out of the room.

“I need to do some research on a damn Andean mountain cat.”

Haddock watched him go with a frown. The last time he had seen Tintin this worked up was right after Milou passed. One thing was for certain, this was going to be a long six weeks.

**One week later**

“There’s a storm coming in off the coast of Chile!” Tintin declared. “What part of the Andes did Ange say they would be in?”

Haddock and Nestor both shrugged which only seemed to work Tintin up more. 

“The Andes stretches across SIX different South American countries! Why did no one think to question them on that?”

“You know what you could do.” Haddock suggested. “You could call Skut and find out where exactly he dropped them off at.”

Tintin blinked as if such a thought never occurred to him before walking out of the room. He returned five minutes later, slumping down beside Haddock.

“They’re in Peru.”

“That’s good to know.”

**Three weeks later**

“What if they run into poachers? What if they run into mountain lions? I’m just saying it’s a good tool for them to have!”

“You want to fly all the way to Peru to give your child a gun?” Haddock asked skeptically.

Tintin paused as if flummoxed by his reaction. “Don’t you think…?”

“NO!” Haddock, Calculus, and Nestor chimed in together.

**Five weeks later**

Tintin calmly walked into the study and took a seat next to Haddock on the couch where he was reading the morning paper. At first the former captain was set to ignore him knowing his love was being more than a little irrational lately and was most likely gearing up for another ‘rescue Ange’ argument. However, after two minutes he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“For the love of Poseidon, Tintin! What? What in the name of all that is good in this world could it possibly be this time?!”

Tintin opened their mouth when Haddock jumped to his feet, throwing his paper to the ground.

“Are the small little mountain cats they’re going to film actually vicious fiends? Is there a cave in that range that actually belongs to a sordid gang of lowlife ruffians? Come on, out with it!”

“Ah-ha!” Tintin declared, jumping to his feet triumphantly. “You’ve been just as worried as I have.”

“Well, of course I’ve been worried! What parent wouldn’t be?! But I’ve had faith that any child of yours would be able to get themself out of most trouble they could find themself in! And then you bring me these nightmare scenarios!”

“Only because we’ve lived these nightmare scenarios! And Ange doesn’t even have anyone to watch their back like I did.”

“YOU WENT TO AMERICA AND TOOK ON GANGSTERS WITH NO ONE BUT YOUR DOG!”

“RIGHT! I HAD BACK-UP!”

Haddock ran a hand under his hat and through his graying hair. Why was he married to the most stubborn man in the world?

“Are you going to tell me what it is you found out or are you going to make me guess it?” Haddock demanded, locking eyes with the younger fiend.

Tintin smirked. “You know the kid who inherited Rastapopoulos’ fortune?”

“Yes.” Haddock growled.

“Who I said there was no way he just stuck with fashion when he had a mentor like him?”

“Yes…”

“Who…”

“Oh! Just say it Tintin!”

“He’s in Peru, illegally hunting wild cats for his new fur line, and guess which one tops his list?”

Haddock stood motionless for a long moment. Longer than Tintin was expecting if his raised eyebrow was anything to go off. However, as the red started to seep into his cheeks, Tintin’s expression quickly morphed to smug satisfaction.

“BABY-SNATCHER! POACHER! OVERPRICED FASHION DISASTER! IF HE HARMS ONE HAIR ON OUR ANGE’S HEAD THAT HEIR OF A SMUGGLER WILL HAVE TO ANSWER TO ME!”

March was almost too calm a word as Haddock practically stampeded down the stairs much to the shock of Nestor and Calculus. Tintin trailed behind much like the cat who got the cream, more than happy to let Haddock rant and rave all the way to Peru.

“CALL WHOEVER YOU HAVE TO BUT WE’RE GOING TO SOUTH AMERICA TONIGHT! IF I HAVE TO DRIVE TO THE COAST AND SWIM TO PERU SO BE IT!”

Haddock wrenched the door open much to the surprise of the person on the other side, hand posed to knock. Fathers and child blinked at each other for a good two to three seconds before Haddock and Tintin threw their arms around them.

“ANGE!”

Ange leaned into the hug, tired and sore, but no worse for wear. Haddock was quite convinced he would never let them go again when he looked down to find a pair of beady eyes peeking back at him from under their collar. With a yelp, he stumbled backwards only to fall completely off the stoop. Ange laughed as Tintin stared at their passenger curiously.

“Sorry Daddy. This is Cannelle (Cinnamon). He’s a chinchilla who was quite content to hitchhike back home with me.”

Haddock started grumbling about sneaky rodents as he slowly pulled himself back to his feet. 

“What happened, Ange? I thought you weren’t supposed to be back for another week?” Tintin asked innocently, earning Haddock’s glare.

As if he hadn’t just roused Haddock’s ire to go forcibly fetch them back. 

“It’s a bit of a long story. But it’s a good one!” Ange explained as Tintin guided them in the house with a hand on their back. “So it started when we encountered these poachers…”

Haddock froze in the doorway, before slapping a hand over his eyes. He didn’t care what Tintin said. If his child was going to go down this path, he was going to take up his pipe again. His nerves needed it.

Finally got the chance to draw Ange properly and I am satisfied with the result!

I would love to see your versions of them (not necessarily this pose) so see it as a DIY with no deadline and if anyone wants to try it feel free❣

Character info follows under the cut:

Ange Haddock has been using they/them since their teenage years.

They were born on Friday, 13 May. If you ask Ange this explains their clumsiness and bad luck that leads to dangers and misadventures. If you ask Nestor is the genes' fault.

Even as an adult, Ange continues calling Tintin Papa and Haddock Daddy. Calculus is still their dearest uncle and godfather and Nestor is just Nestor.

Affected by Papa's journalism and fascinated by new technological advances but not letting their artistic nature fall behind, they aspire to be a documentarist.

After art school, they travel the world searching for topics for their documentaries.

Ange loves all animals but especially hedgehogs, hamsters, and guinea pigs. They never get another dog or cat as they could never replace Milou and Chatton.

The standing-up quiff is Papa's work as his effort to tame Ange's unruled hair since a baby. Ange continues to do it by force of habit later in life.

The beanie is a favourite accessory for them; they haven't stopped wearing it since their teenage years. Before that, it was a variety of hats (baseball caps, floppy hats, berets, etc.).

They're really kind and well-mannered but, most of the time unintentionally, use Daddy's special swearing words. Despite everyone's efforts, Ange could never stop this habit. The least to say is Daddy is proud.

They try to keep in touch with all their family (all the uncles and aunts) but writing, in general, isn't their best skill so, despite a few letters, they prefer calls and, if they get the chance, visits.

Ange's home will always be Marlinspike Mansion and after every trip, they return there.

I have many ideas for Ange, their life and their adventures, and even their own friends! If you're interested I could share more and maybe someday I could show Ange's stories properly, who knows?