#those soft baby blues 💙

[mischiefmanagers]

Azriel Fic Rec Library 🦇💙

In no particular order, here's an extensive list of Azriel x Reader or Azriel x OC fics that I've compiled for those who can't get enough of him. I literally maxed out the number of tags/links you can include on a post for this 😂

🌼 personal favorite 🥀 angst 💞 fluff 🔥 smut

by @acourtofmenandthirst

You Called 🥀💞

by @moonlightazriel

Before you 🔥🥀

The truth about you 🥀💞🔥

The family we choose 💞

by @thelov3lybookworm

I Didn't Ask For This 🌼🥀

Finally Safe 🌼🥀

My brother. 💞

by @writingsbychlo

SWEET LIKE SUGAR 🌼💞🥀

false confessions 🌼🥀

how we survive 🥀

by @readychilledwine

Slow Hands 🌼💞🔥

Bound by Fate 🌼🥀💞🔥

Little Bat, Big Dreams 💞

Beauty in Pain 🥀

Devotion 💞

by @leafsandstarlight

Forced Revelations

by @lalacliffthorne

the basic rules of friendship 💞🔥

motorcycle 💞

by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Hear the lonely cry out 🥀

Can you love me most? 🥀

Baby daddy 💞

by @draemgal

master of disguise 💞

by @azsazz

Nightlight 🥀

Wrong Side of the Right Coin Azriel x Reader x Eris 🥀

Just Hold On 🥀💞

What Lies Ahead

Bleed for Me

by @xoxonyxx

What Should've Been 💞

by @illyrian-dreamer

Spin the bottle 💞🥀

Our girl Azriel x Cassian x Reader 🥀

by @acourtofwhatthefuck

Practice On Me 💞🔥

by @danikamariewrites

Sixth Sense 💞

Shell 💞

Fever Dreams 🥀💞

Please Don't Go 🥀💞

Pointless Fights 🥀

Perfect Princess 💞

by @lidiasloca

more than this 🥀

by @tadpolesonalgae

please... 🌼🥀

washing his wings 💞

Can't Bring Myself To Hate You 🌼🥀🔥

His Personal Assistant

by @mother-above

The Golden Warrior 🌼

by @aquanova99

The Shadow and the Seraphim

by @fieldofdaisiies

Oh Those Romance Novels 🔥

Love's A Burden 🥀

by @ellievickstar

Between Two worlds

by @florence-end

Worst kept secret 💞

Stitch up

by @redheadspark

Reunited 💞🥀

Hold 🥀💞

by @acourtofmarvels

Miracle 🥀

by @bookish-whore

Haunted 🥀

by @honeybeefae

7 Minutes In Heaven 🔥🔥

Shadows of Fire Azriel x Reader x Eris 🔥🔥

by @reverie-verse

Ooops Mating Bond 🌼💞

by @cassiefromhell

Unexpected Azriel x Reader x Eris 💞🥀

by @ladylokilaufeyson5

A Little Helping Hand 🌼💞

I Will Always Find You 💞🥀

by @azrielhours

Soft Spot 🌼🔥💞

I want you to rest 💞🥀

Kiss Thief 💞

Soul Song 💞

Restless Dreams 🥀

Stolen Away 💞

Waiting for You 💞🥀

by @liahaslosthermind

Swarming children and elbows to the face 💞

by @itsphoenix0724

Tickle My Strings 🔥

by @jeannineee

Apology 💞

Umbra et Ventus

Blue and Red Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Stubble 💞

Illyrian Babies Azriel x Cassian x Reader 💞

Closure 🥀🔥

by @violette-hue

Fated 🔥

by @angelshadowsinger

Supposed to Be Together 🥀🔥

Prized Possession 🥀💞

by @callmeblaire

little friends 💞

by @fairydustblossom

tied to you 🥀💞

losing control🥀💞

pre relationship fluff 💞

by @throneofsapphics

up all night Azriel x Reader x Cassian 💞

by @arrantsnowdrop

Starlight 💞

Wrongly Accused 🥀🔥💞

by @clairebear08

Hide and Seek 💞

Betrayal 🥀

by @starlightandsouls

My Angel 💞

Yours To Keep And Cherish 💞

Bookshop Brawls 💞

by @azrielscrown

the secret of seduction 💞🔥

wake me up. 💞

by @glittergelpensblog

Shadow and Song

In the Dark

by @azriels-shadowsinger

brother's best friend 💞

by @xreaderbooks

Two sides 🥀

by @vacant--body

stay with me 🥀🔥

by @whisperingmidnights

We Shall Become Monsters 🌼

by @wishfulwithwine

You Belong With Me 🥀

by @queen--of--shadows

Healing Shadows 🌼

by @ochiolism

winter's frost

[loveemagicpeace]

⭐️Venus and your beauty

☁️Let's talk about Venus signs and appearance. Because Venus also shows through beauty and your beautiful body or how people see your beauty or how they find you beautiful. ☁️

💘Venus in Sagittarius- ruler of sag is jupiter. These people have a blessing with their bodies and appearance usually all of people find them beautiful and attractive. They also have a lot of nice accessories or jewelries. They have a well-shaped body. People appreciate their energy, optimism, growth, wisdom&how they can give life to everything they touch. They like to dress to stand out or to be special. There is usually always some meaning behind how they dress.

💙Venus in Scorpio- have some secretive beauty. People find them mysterious but very beautiful and a lot of people find them sexual attractive. I also noticed that a lot of people have very dark and big eyes or when you look at them you see this mystery in them. They have a high cheekbones and pointy chins. People appreciate trust, secrets, honesty on them. They usually dress very seductively.

💋Venus in Pisces- these people usually look like Angels or have this unusual but very pretty body like fairy tales. They have huge puppy eyes. They often look like someone from a cartoon. Very sweet and nice people. Also very artistic. People appreciate their way of understanding and how open and soft they are.

🧊Venus in Capricorn-these people have emphasized bones on their body. Many times Saturn can take away the beauty they desire. The eyes are big, the jaw is pointy and V-shaped. Their way of dressing is usually business-like. People appreciate how responsible and independent they are.

🧁Venus in Virgo- they usually have very nice body and very nice skin -like glowy skin or oil skin. I always see those people have very nice body especially around the waist. But they can be very insecure about their body and appearance actually. For some reason I noticed that they usually don’t like to show their body and they can be very critical about how they look like. Many times they dress in a way that the colors of the clothes match.

☕️Venus in Taurus- many times they have a more muscular body and many times they are stronger. They have a nice neck. They tend to look beautiful in natural colors or without make up. Earth tones like nude, and natural shades of pink and soft flesh tones suit them beautifully. They also could have specific way of how they dress and usually they have the same style always. They don't like to change it.

🥤Venus in Gemini- Their beauty preferences may lean towards trendy and versatile styles. Usually they have long eyes which are lifted upwards and lined with fluttery lashes. They often have thin, heart-shaped faces, rounded brows, and pointy-tipped noses. They change a lot of how they dress.

🌸Venus in Cancer- they usually have baby face. I always notice that they have big eyes, many times hypnotic & blue. Many times they look more gentle or have gentle features. They usually dress like a mom or have mom clothes or more parental. They like comfortable clothes and many times also shirts with cartoon characters on them. People appreciate their kindness and nurturing energy.

🪴Venus in Aquarius- usually they have strange beauty or unusual. People either love it or not. Many times I notice that they have an unusual style that is completely their own. People like how free they are and how open they are.

🪁Venus in Aries- usually are known for their strong, arched brows. Many times you can see their energy, which is playful. They have a much more masculine or athletic figure. They could dress in like very fiery and outstanding way. Actually don't care what people think about their styles. Because they have their own style and they are proud of it. People appreciate their fire ,Independence and fearlessness.

🏹Venus in Leo- Their hair is many times the size of a lion's mane. They usually have a strong jaw. Many times I also notice that they have cat eyes. I don't know why, but men often look like they have enhanced eyes. They also have a very fiery and outstanding way of styling their clothes. Also a lot of times they have cartoon t-shirts or t-shirts with description of it. But also usually they like to wear black clothes or styling a lot with black color.

🛼Venus in Libra- have a large and wide forehead, wide-set eyes, and a dazzling smile. Many times I notice that they like a simple style of dressing. Usually they have a lot of cosmetic surgeries. Usually they wear pink clothes or more brighter clothes. People value their kindness, honesty, and sociability.

🎸For personal readings u can sign up here: https://snipfeed.co/bekylibra 🎸

🫧Ig-bekylibra🫧

-Rebekah🦋🩵🎆

[faefetti]

Hey Baby Dino! Ready to have some fun? .𖥔 ݁ ˖🦖.₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖🦕

Here by popular demand, it’s a Dino room just for you! 💚💙

Made this one with some cool little boy blues and greens but of course this room is for any little one that likes it! Featuring some yummie Dino nuggies, a soft blanket that you can throw on top of the table to make your own dino cave, plenty of dino toys to play with, a soft book for reading and stimming with lots of fun textures, some chewies to keep those dino teeth nice and sharp and of course, a dino paci to take a nap with after a full day of fun!

Sorry this one took a minute lovies! Had too much Halloween on the brain heehee🖤🎃 Remember that you can check out any of the rooms I’ve made you so far in the softroom time tag! With that being said…

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Let Me Take Care of You

Bucky x GN!Reader

Description: you help Bucky relax after a long day 

Warnings: fluff!, Nudity kind of? I mean you give Bucky a bath but the fact he's naked isn't really brought up, Nonsexual massage, gratuitous use of pet names, mentions of anxiety

A/N: Bucky deserves all the gentle affection and soft touches and love and I plan to write him receiving them 😤😭💙💜

((18+ only below the cut please and thank you!!))

You heard the door slam, and knew that Bucky was home

Slowly, you sat up, poking your head over the couch to see your boyfriend kicking off his boots

“Hey, Sweet Boy,” you kissed his cheek when he sat down beside you, “how are you doing?”

He let out a grunt, crossing his arms over his chest and focusing on the TV with a little huff.

“Buck, talk to me,” you cupped his jaw, bringing his face to yours, “what's wrong, hm? Why are you so grumpy?”

“‘m always grumpy, according to Sam.” He mumbled.

“Not here, not with me.”

His blue eyes met yours, bright but bloodshot.

“Having a rough time right now, Doll. I'll be okay in a bit.” He took your hand and gently kissed the back of your palm, “jus’ some work stuff.”

You nodded sympathetically, wrapping your arms around him and all but forcing him to lay down with you.

Bucky needed some TLC and you were gonna give it to him, dammit.

He settled down on top of you, laying his head on your chest as your hand began to card through his hair.

Your free hand slipped under his shirt to rub his back, and that was when you felt it

His muscles were tense and taught, his entire back one big knot

That tore it for you

He needed more than some TLC

Bucky needed to be absolutely spoiled today, and you were going to make sure that he was

“Hey,” Bucky's eyes met yours, “I’m gonna go run you a bath."

“You don't have to do that, Doll,” he kissed your cheek, “don't go through all that trouble for me.”

“I wasn't giving you an option. I'm taking care of you today.”

“I'm sure you have more important things to do than fuss over me.”

“My Bucky needs some pampering, that's more important than anything.”

He smiled softly at you and kissed your lips, “thank you.”

“Of course, Baby.”

A bit later Bucky was settled in a warm bubble bath, relaxing as you massaged shampoo into his scalp.

You always took longer than you probably needed to when working the soap into his short hair, just so you could hear the content little hums he was making.

“Alright, Baby. Head back, I'm gonna rinse you,” he did as instructed and you gently ran the shower head over his hair, shielding his eyes

“I was thinking, one you're done with your bath I could work those knots out of your back for you,” you told him, kissing his forehead once you'd finished.

“You don't have to do that, Doll.”

“I know I don't have to. But I want to,” you kissed his cheek, “your back has to be hurting all tied up like that, I want to make you feel better.”

Bucky smiled warmly.

“I love you,” he whispered as you helped him lean back against the porcelain, a relaxed sigh escaping him.

“I love you too, Baby.” You lovingly scratched his stubble, “I'm gonna go get out room ready, okay? You just stay here and relax, shout if you need me.”

He nodded and closed his eyes as you left him.

You turned down the bed and dimmed the lights, pulling up the 40s music playlist on your Spotify and letting it play softly in the background.

You put Bucky's favorite throw on the bed for him and set out a pillow before placing a bottle of lilac-scented lotion on the nightstand

You knew how much he loved the scent.

When you'd first started dating he had brought you a bouquet of them, and had come to associate them with you.

Once the room was fully optimized for some Bucky pampering, you went to the kitchen, filled his water bottle, and filled a bowl with pieces of chocolate

Bucky didn't eat or drink nearly as much as he probably should, so you were always quick to feed and water him when you were caring for him like this

When everything was set you returned to your boyfriend and found him fighting to stay awake.

You chuckled fondly as you shook him awake, “c'mon Sweet Boy, time to get out.”

You dried his body with the softest towel you could find before dressing him in a pair of shorts and leading him into the bedroom.

He gasped when he saw the cozy atmosphere you had created for him.

“Doll, you didn't have to go through all this trouble for me–” he turned bright red as you cupped his face.

“Would you stop that?” You asked, stroking his cheek, “I know I don't have to do anything. I do this because I want to. I like taking care of you, I like knowing that I can help you feel good. It's what you deserve.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest, but you place a finger on his lips, “you've been through so much, Baby Boy. You've had to be so brave and strong. You deserve to be loved and taken care of and treated like something precious. Because you are. So please Baby, just let me take care of you.”

He crushed you in a hug, hiding his face in your hair.

“Thank you Doll,” he murmured as you wrapped your arms around his waist in turn.

“Any time, Buck.” You pulled away, leading him to the bed, “alright Baby, lay down on your stomach okay?”

He did as instructed, settling his head on the pillow, supporting his head with his arm.

“Can I get started, Sweetheart?” You asked, leaning down and kissing his shoulder.

He nodded, and you set to work.

Bucky gasped as you started to rub his back, the floral scented lotion cool against his skin.

You carefully worked out each individual knot, stopping and peppering little kisses along his spine every now and then.

You smiled at the happy little noises he was making, enjoying your soft touch.

Bucky had been with you for some time now, and he still couldn't comprehend how you could be so gentle with him

There was a pleasant fuzzy feeling creeping into his mind as you worked, blocking out every negative thought and anxiety Bucky had been carrying all day and allowing him to only focus on the here and now.

The way you massaged each taut muscle, working out each knot without causing him pain, the tender kisses you pressed to his back, it was so much more than he was used to

More than he'd ever dreamed he'd get, and far more than he thought he deserved. 

You finished his massage and pressed a kiss to his temple, “how're you feeling, Baby?”

He let out a little hum, making you smile.

“Do you need anything else?” You asked, carding a hand through his hair, “I thought we could take a nap.”

“Skin-on-skin?” he asked, looking up at you with pleading blue eyes.

“Of course, Honey,” You smiled and slipped off your shirt before climbing into bed beside him.

Bucky laid down on top of you, resting his head on your chest.

As he nestled into you, you grabbed his water bottle, “can I get you to drink something for me, Baby Boy?”

Bucky nodded and allowed you to slip the soft silicone mouthpiece between his lips, taking long, slow sips off the bottle.

“Good, Bucky,” you smiled, “are you hungry?”

He nodded, and you began to hold pieces of chocolate up to his mouth, feeding him with one hand and stroking his hair with the other

You knew that Bucky was an adult, fully capable of taking care of himself

But he'd taken care of himself for long enough, he deserved a break

And if that break came in the form of getting the skin-on-skin contact he desperately needed while being hand fed like a prince, then god dammit you’re gonna give it to him.

You’d give him the universe if he asked

Once he finished his chocolate, you noticed he was fighting to stay awake, his blue-gray eyes fluttering against your skin.

You kissed his forehead

“Take a nap, Sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up,” you brushed his hair out of his eyes and kissed his cheek, “sleep tight, Baby. I love you.”

“Thank you for taking care of me, Doll,” he whispered as he drifted off.

You smiled softly and kissed his forehead.

“Always, Bucky.”

[thesassypadawan]

Make Them Blue (Will x WifeReader) *Blurb*

Summary: It’s No Nut November and your hubby decided to join a ‘friendly’ office pool with his fellow suits.  Everything was going well until the heating/cooling at work breaks.  Drenched in sweat, his only thought is coming home and taking that long yearned for shower.  Which you are more than happy to give him with your tongue. 

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Sweat kink, one smexy dilf, yummy cinnamony/earthy taste, and…Will’s skilled fat dick.

Notes: Happy No Nut November all you, lovelies! 🤍💙

- You know you’re being obvious, not discreet at all.  Unable to stop staring since he came home from work this evening.  Watching intently at the way his powder blue shirt clings to his perspiring body; rides up to reveal the dewy crease of his hips; how the stains under his arms look so…scrumptious.

- “Come here…”  Will’s skin glistens, appears to shimmer in the soft flickering glow of candlelight.  “I only want a little…”  Eyes focus, tracking a drop of sweat roll from behind his ear; down his throat, his chest.  “Please…”  Splatters onto your cheek; trickles into your eagerly waiting, open mouth.  “Daddy…”

- Drunk off his essence, off his aroma.  Breathy moan escapes you when the familiar salty flavor coats your tongue yet again.  That cinnamony, earthy, distinct masculine scent fills your lungs once more.  A truly intoxicating cocktail, you’ve come to learn and love…crave and need.

- Opening wider, pressing your lips to his jugular.  Sloppily dragging across his pulse point; swirling, tracing the curve of his adam’s apple.  Collecting, enjoying each savory bead.  All the while greedily sucking, leaving pretty pink blotches in your wake.  Accepting each of his… 

- Steadily he thrusts, deep into your inviting warmth.  “Only a little, baby girl?”  Grunting, groaning; low, raspy voice rumbling through your tastebuds…the rest of your pleasure-weakened body. “Seems like a bit…extra than that.”

- “M-Mew,” you squeak happily, meekly.  Continuing to lap blissfully at his flushed flesh; gathering another small mouthful, letting it pool on the tip of your tongue.  “Sorry, didn’t me-mean to go so far…make y-you lose.”  Before hungrily swallowing it all, licking your lips.  Cooing in satisfaction…gaze locked with his.  “Y-you just taste too go-good, can’t hel-help myself.”

- “Don’t…was only a matter of time…until I cracked.”  Using his strength…his weight, Will pins you against the bed.  Driving you further into the soaked sheets; heat enveloping you, washing over.  Desperate moan escapes you, low growl from him.  The force behind those hips increasing, growing erratic; wild, almost feral.  Heavy, full balls slapping wetly against your bottom.  “Can’t keep me out of this perfect pussy…for long.”

- Crashing together, capturing your lips in a messy kiss.  Your legs weakly try to wrap tighter around, hike higher on his damp waist.  Fingers fumble, scramble for perches on his clammy back.  Only to slip, slide in a futile attempt to bring him even closer; to smother and drown yourself in his smell.  Pathetic whine bubbling up from you throat.

- Breaking apart, looming and hovering above.  “What's wrong…wifey?”  He pants, sputters; warm, labored puffs of air fan your face.  “Still want…more?”  While he prods, bruises your poor cervix.  Fat droplets raining onto your chin, neck…between your cleavage.

- Leaning forward, his tongue trails across the swell of your breast.  “Course you do…”  Ascending, sweeping up each bead along the path.  “Always want more of…”  Mixing it with his saliva, creating a tantalizing blend.  “Your hubby’s taste…”

- That he forces into your gaping maw, down your parched throat.  While drenching your trembling, shuddering walls with your third favorite delicacy.

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[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Chapter 9

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Brief mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms

A/N: Not quite as long as previous chapters but I digress.

Moodboard by @dannyo000 💙

You heard voices surrounding you, some loud and urgent while others almost whispered. You knew them, that was for certain but the stygian fog shrouding your consciousness forbade you from seeking information you knew you had. You were too tired to care, never even opening your eyes before you once again surrendered to oblivion. 

The second time you became aware, it was quick. Your eyes opened, a reflex to the fear that immediately took hold and had you trying to sit up. You didn’t get far. You were so weak; your arms refused to hold your weight. When you collapsed back onto the soft pillow, something in your right arm pinched. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it did draw your attention to the tubing running from the crook of your elbow up to a clear bag hanging from the bedpost. 

“You’re awake.”

Your head rolled to the left, wide eyes meeting the soft gaze of an older gentleman. The first thing you noticed was that he was so clean, dressed in a nice button-up and black trousers. His white hair was neatly combed and clearly cared after. Your confusion must have been distinctly written across your face because he went on with providing a little more detail. 

“My name is Hershel. You were brought here in quite the state, young lady. You were severely dehydrated. Quite honestly, I still fear that there may be some damage to your kidneys but we will just need to wait and see.”

You were still so tired. “Where the hell am I?” The man—- Hershel —-pinned you with a chastising stare but it disappeared just as quickly. 

“You’re in my home.”

You didn’t acknowledge the reply, adjusting your gaze to the ceiling. You didn’t remember much aside from the pain. 

And Daryl. 

Those eyes—blue like a mountain lake—had been brimming with concern; and then determination. He had brought you there. You knew he had to be terrified for—

“The baby!” You suddenly gasped, palms pressed hard over your stomach. “Is my baby okay?!”

Hershel was already holding up his hands in a placating gesture, nodding slowly. “I’m aware. Your husband filled me in on everything. Quite crudely, I might add.” 

You snorted weakly. “He’s not my husband.” 

Hershel’s gaze wandered over to the far side of the room, a low, steady hum emitting from behind closed lips. “I see. Well, in any case, I happen to have a POCUS machine here for use on the springing heifers. Now, I’m no medical doctor, but I was able to locate the fetus and a strong heartbeat. Your baby seems to be healthy, though I can make no guarantees.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, fingertips absently brushing back and forth over your abdomen. “You said you’re not a medical doctor.”

“That’s correct.”

You pulled a face, willing your tired brain to fill in the blanks before Hershel could simply tell you. A lightbulb sparked to life. “You’re a vet.”

“I am.” He moved around the bed, carefully eyeing the tubing connected to your arm and then the bag. He seemed concerned but said nothing. “You need to rest. We’re going to try to get some bland food in you along with some water. Of course, I’ve never had to treat hyperemesis gravidarum but I have medical journals that will help.”

You raised your head slightly, an inquisitive eyebrow arched. “Hyper who the what?”

He chuckled, making his way toward the door. “That’s exactly what your—whatever your relationship is. Anyway, that’s exactly what he said.” He motioned toward the far corner of the room, where his gaze had ventured moments before. Curiosity got the better of you and you forced yourself up, one arm at a time to rest on your elbows. Your arms trembled with the effort. It didn't matter because you were too overwhelmed by the warm feeling stirring in your chest. 

Daryl was slumped in a chair, chin on his chest, and fast asleep. 

“He hasn’t left this room.” The veterinarian offered, turning toward the door. “The condition is severe nausea and vomiting. From my reading, it’s hard to control even with medication. You’ll likely need fluids periodically throughout your pregnancy. We’ll discuss this more once you’ve regained some strength. For now, rest, sips of water, and small, bland meals.”

Your stomach churned at just the thought. “I’ll just throw it all up.”

He nodded in agreement, but didn’t seem pessimistic. “I’ve discussed this with him,” Hershel tilted his head toward the sleeping hunter. “My daughter has a list and will be leaving tomorrow morning to gather what we need. The Korean boy will be accompanying her.” He nodded and stepped over the threshold before you called out. 

“Is Carl okay?”

“He’s not completely out of the woods but I expect he’ll make a full recovery.” 

That made you smile. At least one of the children would be okay. With the information you were just given, you still worried for your own baby. “Thank you, Hershel.”

With a tight smile, he nodded and closed the door. 

You laid back and let everything digest. You were going to have 7 months or so of what sounded like pure hell. You’d need access to constant medication. And the man couldn’t even guarantee that the baby in your belly was indeed healthy. If ever you felt like a burden to the group, it was at that moment. 

Would they even allow you to stay?

You placed both hands on your belly and rubbed in soft circles. “You’ve decided to start giving me hell early, huh, little thumper?”

“Lil’ thumper?” 

You raised your head as far as you could, finding Daryl sitting on the edge of the chair with his elbows on his knees while he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He looked exhausted despite having just been asleep. 

He hasn’t left this room. 

“Hey.” Your smile was feeble at best. Your body felt heavy and it ached, but the cramping had mercifully stopped. The hunter gave a slight nod to greet you just before he stood to stretch, his joints protesting. “How long have I been here?”

“Just over a day.” Your eyes tracked him crossing the room. When he was close enough, he snatched up the unused pillow. Leaning forward with one knee on the mattress, he slid a hand under the back of your head to assist you with sitting up. The second pillow was placed behind you and left you at least elevated enough to hold a conversation in relative comfort. 

Your eyes downcast, you muttered a quiet thank you. Daryl simply nodded, shifting from foot to foot in a nervous cadence, likely unsure of what to do. 

He suddenly cleared his throat. “Think ya can drink some water?” 

Until that moment, you hadn’t paid any mind to how dry your mouth was. “Yeah. Yeah, I can try.” 

The archer nodded, bringing his thumb to his mouth to chew on the side all the way around the bed where a glass of water was sitting on a bedside table. He removed the digit from his mouth in favor of fetching the drink. 

Daryl held it out to you, eyeing your trembling hand lifting to accept it. “Wait.” He settled his hip on the edge of the mattress and brought the glass to your lips. “You’re gonna spill it if ya try by yourself.” With an aggrieved whine, you parted your lips so he could tip the glass. When he tried to take it away after a mere two sips, you brought your hand up to hold it in place, yearning for just a little more. “Nuh uh. Can’t have too much. Tryin’ ta keep it all on the inside.” 

Bottom lip jutted out, you decided you weren’t beyond begging—until you realized your hand was covering his on the glass. Your need was promptly forgotten. You watched Daryl’s gaze follow your appendage but he placed the glass back on the table without commenting.

Probably for the best. 

He didn’t remain on the bed long after that. Rubbing his palms over his thighs, he stood and walked over to the window, pushing the curtain aside.  

“Did you, uh, get to see it?” You asked, needlessly smoothing the blankets over your lap. Daryl looked at you questioningly. “The baby. Did you get to see?”

“Mhm.” He looked back out the window. “Didn’t really know what I’s s’posed ta be looking at. There was this lil’—” he made a gesture with his hand that you weren’t sure how to interpret, “I dunno, like a flashing. He said it was the heartbeat.”

You hummed and brushed your fingers over your belly again. “Wish I could’ve seen it.”

“Mhm.” He nodded but kept his eyes on whatever he was watching outside, if there really was anything there at all. There was a sudden discontent in the air; the same thick tension you had felt in the truck that first day after he found you. 

“He said you stayed the whole time.”

“Course I did.” His voice had lowered to a point where you were surprised you could hear him. “S’my kid in there. Needed to make sure ev’rything was okay. We don’t know these people.”

It felt like a punch to the gut. You had been telling yourself all along that the baby was all Daryl cared about. He’d almost made that perfectly clear, until the forest. Something in his eyes had shifted, and the way he spoke to you. He had been so coarse up until you admitted that you had been wrong. Then his touches were gentle, his voice even more so. 

But now, you wondered if maybe you had imagined it. You chewed on your lip, glancing up at him every few seconds. It might finally be the right time. You had no doubt that he would stop you if it wasn’t. 

“I’m really sorry, Daryl.” You willed him to look at you; it was imperative that he actually witnessed your sincerity. You had never meant to hurt him. 

“‘Bout what?” He asked, just before he obliged your unspoken request. He started to turn back to the window but it appeared he thought better of it and held your gaze. 

“I only knew for less than a day.” You waited to be dismissed; for him to snap at you and stomp out of the room. 

He did neither. 

You slowly repositioned yourself, suddenly uncomfortable under his stare. He was giving you his attention; finally hearing what you had to say, only for you to be terrified to continue. 

“I, um—I found out from the blood test. I went to see Jenner after supper. I came to tell you that night but—I got scared and then you kissed me and I—” you lowered your head, the stark white sheet suddenly very interesting. “I’m just sorry. I'm sorry you had to find out the way you did. I should have told you.”

The silence carried on, suffocating and loud. You were certain he could hear the intensity of your thundering heart from across the room. A tear tickled your skin as it cascaded down your cheek, almost conjuring a laugh when you realized you were hydrated enough to actually cry. 

“S’okay.” Your wet, shining eyes locked on him immediately. He was looking out the window again, but somehow looked calmer. That tenseness in his stance had softened. “I shouldn’a been such a asshole.”

You gave a wet laugh, the acceptance of your apology having more of an effect on you than you could have imagined. Naturally, Daryl was looking at you with an inquisitive brow arched. “I’m not laughing at you.” You assured him with a useless gesture, waving your hands. “Hormones, I guess?”

There was a very slow nod that meant I have no idea what that means but I’ll take your word for it. He watched you nervously until the waterworks dried up, seemingly afraid to approach while you were having your moment. You were still sniffling when he sat down on the edge of the mattress again and grabbed the water glass. “A lil’ more an’ I’ll go down to see what we can do ‘bout some food for ya.”

And right on cue, your stomach rumbled while your cheeks reddened. 

Hershel had discovered some Odansetron in his supplies and was able to work out a safe dose for you with the help of the medical journals. It had made you a little drowsy but not so much so that you didn’t laugh and smile broadly when the waves of nausea all but ceased for the first time in days! 

Daryl brought you one scrambled egg and half a piece of toast with no butter. He was forced to snatch away your fork when you almost crammed the entirety of the egg in your mouth in one bite. 

“Slow down. Ain’t nobody gonna take it from ya. Jesus.” He handed the utensil back after you promised to take your time. It was difficult but you managed to keep that promise. 

Now you were curled up under the sheets, eyes heavy and stomach full. You felt better than you had since first arriving into the small group. Sleepy, but better. The fluids would continue at least throughout the night, Hershel had said. He would give you another injection of the antiemetic when it was time, just to keep your symptoms under control until his daughter could hopefully find some in tablet form. 

The room was near silent, which didn’t bother you now that Daryl had heard your apology and accepted it. He may only be worrying about his baby but he at least wasn’t angry with you anymore. You still had a lot to talk about but it was more related to planning for childbirth and parenting during an apocalypse. So, for now, you melted into the bed and closed your eyes. 

Daryl yawned from the chair in the corner. Your eyes were quick to open. The hunter had protected you, had been protecting you from the moment he carried you out of the woods. How cruel was it for you, pregnant or not, to be in a nice, cozy bed while he was slumped in a very uncomfortable-looking chair. 

“Hey, Daryl?” You didn’t move from the comfortable position you had found but you were able to call out loud enough for him to hear. He grunted in reply, which you wanted to chuckle at for whatever reason. “Can you come over here for a sec?” 

There was a sigh before you heard the chair slightly shift when he rose from it. He actually approached the side your back was turned toward, probably assuming you wanted the water glass. You were able to roll onto your other side, careful of the IV. You were definitely improving. That movement alone would have been impossible when you had first awakened. 

Daryl actually looked tired. Worry and near sleepless nights had that effect, you supposed. His hand wrapped around the glass but you extended yours before he could pick it up. 

“Thank you, but that’s not what I needed.” You smiled gently. 

“What is it then? Gettin’ up early to look for the girl. Need to get some sleep.”

You were careful about scooting backwards, maneuvering the tubing so it was against the headboard and not across the mattress. Situated comfortably, you lifted the blankets on the other side. 

“Get in.”

He arched a brow, the question of are you serious needn’t have been spoken aloud. 

“Ugh, always thinking with your dick.” You rolled your eyes and chuckled lightly. “No, I just want you to sleep here. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” Now his brow drew inward, skeptically. 

“Why?”

“Because I’m not sure I could even have sex right now—” 

“Not that.” He snorted and shook his head. “Why d’ya want me to sleep there?”

Did he just assume you didn’t want him near you because of everything? He never questioned any time you had wanted him buried inside you but looked honestly confused that you’d want him near you otherwise. “Because you need to rest too. It’s been crazy out there. But we’re safe right now—”

“Ain’t never safe.”

“Thanks, captain optimistic.” You deadpanned, releasing the sheets be keeping your hand splayed out on the mattress. “Seriously, whether or not it’s safe out there doesn’t matter. You make me feel safe. And I’d really like it if you’d sleep here.” When he didn’t answer immediately, you added a quiet please that seemed to break his resolve. 

"You’re ridiculous.” You were sure that was just the Daryl method of diffusing a situation that had become too uncomfortable for him to handle. Regardless, he sat down and began taking off his boots. You gave up the second pillow and snuggled back into your own, watching the soft light from the bedside lamp cause shadows to dance across him while he got comfortable. Of course, he opted to lie on his back on top of the blanket. 

“Better than the chair?” You were smiling smugly when he rolled his head toward you. He scoffed and returned his gaze to the ceiling. In seconds, his eyelids were drooping, along with your own. You took a deep, content breath and allowed yourself to relax and begin to give in to the call of sleep. 

Just as the last dregs of consciousness began to release their hold, you could have sworn you heard him say “much better than the chair.”

[shelbgrey]

Smut Alphabet(Derek Shepherd)

Paring: Derek Shepherd x Wife!Reader

Summary: smut Alphabet and headcanons with McDreamy!

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's very attentive when it comes to aftercare, all he cares about is your comfort. If it was a particularly rougher night he'll hold you and kiss every mark while you catch your breath. After you have mentally and physically calm down, he'll run you a hot bath and clean you up.

He's so soft and will praise you to no end “That's a good girl. Just relax and catch your breath, I've got you.”

If you want to take a shower and get cleaned up, Alex will lift you up in his arms and carry you to the shower, he'll hold you safe and will be extremely gentle with your sensitive body.

B = Body part (your favorite body part of his and his favorite of yours)

Everything and anything to do with his eyes is just perfect to you. The way he keeps eye contact during sex is so intense. It's amazing how those blue eyes can be so sweet and playful then turn dark with lust and intensity in the next.

His hair, you love grabbing it and tugging on it rather he's pounding you into the mattress or eating you out like a starved man.

He didn't realize how much he actually liked it until you started pulling on his hair while he was eating you out. “Damn... Do that again... Please”

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 as he bites and sucks on your skin. He honestly can’t get enough.

He also loves your thighs. Just the feeling of his hands moving up to grasp your thighs and pulling them around his hip, letting your body know he wanted you closer.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…I’m a disgusting person)

He always puts your pleasure above his, he loves Nothing more than to make you cum on his tongue.

He'll lap at your clit with so much hunger, circling his tounge over your swollen bud until you're a moaning mess. When he thinks he's teased you enough he'll take it into his mouth, eating you out like a starving man until you're cumming hard on his tongue.

Sometimes he needs to feel you cum around him first. The feeling of your body convulse around him will trigger his release. He'll bury his face in the crook of your neck and keep bucking his hips into yours until he feels himself become spent. “damn you're beautiful...”

he'll groan as you suck him hard, his hips moving erratically as he gets close to cumming hard down your throat. He'll tangle his fingers in your hair as he shoots a load down your throat.

“Derek... Derek! I'm gonna cum!” you moaned desperately.

Your desperate voice would urge him to buck his hips faster against yours. He'd nipped your skin, whispering: “Come for me, Baby” His hands moved to your hips, holding you steady as he felt your walls tighten around him.

D = Dominant? (Pretty self-explanatory, how dominant is he)

He's very much the dominant person in the bedroom, but he wants to know you're both in control. He'll order you around and be rough, but the moment you say stop or slowly down he will immediately.

He'll move fast and softly, but he's also paying close attention to you and your body language. Like he'll pause, giving you time to adjust to the sensation of his cock inside you if you're taking him for the first time, but he'll remain in control. “Breathe, baby... I got you”

He'll be in control, but he also gives you a sense of safety and wants you to know you can trust him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Of course he's experienced, he's McDreamy after all.

But, yes he's pretty experienced. I think he doesn't mind adding on to the experience too, especially when it's with you. He probably knows your body better than you do. He knows every single one of your ticks.

If you both are experienced, but with just one partner before dating each other, you both love helping each other explore new things you couldn't before during sex. He's so patient and he gets smug when he finds the small and big things that make you tick.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Missionary will always be his favorite, keeping eye contact while he fucks you and feeling that closeness. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.

He always needs it to be little but rough, positioning himself and slamming into you. He'll wrap your legs around his waist, holding you against him as he thrust into you hard and fast. “fuck, you feel amazing”

Derek loves to see you stting ontop of a desk with him standing between your legs while he fucks you. Especially when he was chief, he couldn't get enough of the office sex.

Bending you over his desk is a sight he'll never get tired of. His hands going to the small of your back, pressing you firmly against his desk.

Especially when he's chief this potion is his favorite way to let out some frustration. Rubbing his thick cock against your exposed wetness while his voice is firm, commanding. “Hands flat on the desk. Don't move them”

He loves it when you ride him or when you use him to get yourself off. He'll watch you with burning desire in his eyes as you move your body against his and become a moaning mess

The sight of you in his shirt while riding him? Gets every fucking time, the bouncing on his cock, his riding up your body and your nipples peaking through, the hottest thing he'd ever seen. “Fuck, you're so beautiful” he groans, bucking up his hips to meet yours.

You can't ride him without him reaching up and playing with your breasts. He loves teasing your nipples to the sound of your voice, screaming his name in pleasure. It drives him wild. “Harder,” he growled. “Ride me harder, baby.”

Fuck and him getting you on your knees? He loves it. The way you drop to your knees for him, He can't help but let out a soft groan when you free his hard cock, getting ready to make him cum with your mouth.

He always lets out deep groans when you wrap your small hand around his thick shaft, slowly pumping him. He never fails to place a hand on your head to gently play with your hair and guide you to his hardened cock. “Open that pretty little mouth for me, baby”

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He can be so goofy, it's natural given he has such a loving personality. Sex is an important thing he wants between you and him, but it's a way for you to be close and show the comfort you take in one another. You're comfortable with each other so of course he'll crack a few jokes.

H = Hair(Hair pulling?)

He didn't realize how much he actually liked it until you started pulling on his hair while he was eating you out. “damn... Do that again... Please”

He just loves it when you tug at his hair, especially when he's eating you out.

He'll always grip your hair tight while you're giving head, using his fist full of your hair to move your head slowly back and forth over his length as you take him into your mouth.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's such a romantic and puts thought into every moment even if it's a heat of the moment situation. He made sure your first time was special and he intends to make every other time that way, he knows you deserve it.

After sex he just wants to study your face, taking in the loving gaze you have for him, the slight blush on your cheeks from your excitement, and the way your lips were slightly swollen from their passionate kisses. “You're so beautiful, you know that?” He whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

J = Jealous? (Is he the jealous type? Are you? )

He's more nervous than jelouse. He trusts you with his heart and soul, but after Addison and Mark, he gets scared.

But he can get jelouse and pissed if someone flirts with you. “He was all over you,” Derek grumbled. “He's lucky I didn't march right over and punch him right in the mouth”

But that just means jealous sex, he doesn't mind reminding you who you belong too. If he sees Mark shamelessly flirting with you expected to be tied to bed as fucks your brains out. If he sees Jackson touch you in a way thats reserved only for him you’re pinned against the wall.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink: He definitely has a Praise kink, he loves making you feel loved and appreciated. He love how he can easily make you blush. “God, your so beautiful”

He loves praising you with his actions, he truly believes that actions speak louder than words. He'll always puts your pleasure and well-being above his own. “You feel so good, baby, so perfect”

Sir kink: he's never been one for dominant names in the bedroom, but something about the way you say 'sir' gets him hard and thinking nasty thoughts. “fuck, I love the way you call me that”

Bondage: He loves using his ties or his belt around your wrists and tying them above your head and to the headboard. Even though it gets rough in this position, he always makes sure you're okay. “Comfortable?” He asks, running his hands up your arms.

When he knows you're okay his eyes could get dark and unreadable as he looks at you all tied up and at his mercy. “You like being tied up and taken like this?”

He'll get lost in the moment, his movements becoming even more frantic and rough as he fucks you into the mattress, the tie on your wrists digging into your skin. “Fuck yes! You're mine. Mine to tie up, mine to fuck”

But when it's all said and done, he'll go back to his gentle self and make sure you're okay and not hurt. “Are your wrists okay?”

“Good, Because I love having you helpless and at my mercy... But only if you like it too, okay?”

Choking kink: He loves wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly. He didn't realize how much he would enjoy it until you suggested it. “Such a naughty girl, begging to be choked while I fuck you senseless”

His thumb will always come down and caress the spot where your pulse beats faster. “You're such a good girl, begging to be choked while I fuck you raw”

He'll wrap his large hand completely around your throat, almost cutting off your air supply as he pounded into you mercilessly. His other hand slid down to your belly, pressing firmly against your stomach to keep you flat on your back and completely at his mercy.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, this is a given. He can guarantee your comfort and it's just convenient for both parties. Most importantly he can tie your wrists to the bed post.

His office when he was chief

His trailer

On-call rooms.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, what turns you on)

Eye contact really turns him on, the way your pupils dilate when you look up at him or when your body brushes up against his. Sometimes when you're walking down the hallway of the hospital, he has to press himself against you so no one sees the bulge in his pants.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He loves a woman who knows what she wants. He has a thing when you voice your desires, if you just walk up behind him while he's painting and whisper all the dirty things you want him to do to you will instantly turn him on and he'll drop everything for you immediately. The more details you are, the more turned on he gets. He loves it when you get all confident and tell him what you want with no shame.

Red lipstick turns him on, he thinks it's sexy and beautiful on you. It's a total turn on if you're wearing red lipstick while you're giving him head or marking his neck with love bites.

He'll never degrade you, he refuses to call you slut. Slut doesn't even come to mind when he looks at you or while he's fucking you.

You both are no stranger to experimenting in the bedroom, if you both agree and you trust him you'll try it. If there's a possibility in you getting hurt there's no way in hell he'll agree. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves eating you out and putting your pleasure first. He always starts by pressing a soft kiss to your center before slowly dragging his tongue up your slit.

He'll part your folds with his fingers, exposing your clit so he can swirl his tongue around your sensitive bud. He'll alternat between broad, flat licks and pointed flicks, each touch making you moan louder.

Derek will grip your hips while he uses his tongue to bring you closer to the edge of pleasure. When he knows you're getting closer, he'll double down with his efforts, letting his tongue do the work while his hands girp your thighs or hips.

He is so vocal when he's getting head, he'll let out deep groans and moans when you deep throat him.

His eyes will roll back when he feesl your throat relaxing around him. “Christ, look at you taking it like such a good girl”

He'll grab your head with both hands, increasing his pace, his cock hitting the back of your throat multiple times.

His choking kink comes into use sometimes. He'll grab your throat lightly with one hand while continuing to fuck your mouth. “You like being used like this, don't you? Being choked while I fuck your throat?” His voice dropped lower and rougher.

He'll make sure you swallow every last drop. “Shit, I'm gonna cum, you better swallow every drop.”

P = Pace(Are they fast and rough or they slow and sensual?)

He's a rough mother fucker...

If you want to be fucked hard he'll deliver. “You want it harder, baby?” He'll comply with your 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.

His pace can become almost punishing, his hips slapping against your ass with each deep thrust. The sound of skin meeting skin meeting with your moans. “You like getting fucked like this, don't you?”

But sometimes he just wants to be gentle and take it slow, hold you and kiss you. Make you feel loved in a softer way. “just let me love on you tonight, I'll take care of you Baby”

Q = Quickie (Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It's neither one of your favorites, but sometimes it's what you need and have time for. Sometimes if the desire becomes too much he'll wisk you away to an on-call room and have you cumming in minutes. Sometimes he'll be very quick and make you cum on his fingers before a surgery.

But in the end he thinks knows you deserve more than just a quick fuck during free time, but he'll never not deprive you of pleasure.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He'll never risk harming your body, he's very rational and even though you both love to explore new things, he genuinely thinks things through before doing it. If he feels you'll get hurt he won't do it.

S = Sex position (Pretty self explanatory)

Missionary

Doggy style

Ridding

Bending you over counter tops and desks

T = Top or bottom ( do they prefer top or bottom)

he loves seeing you spread out and ready for him. He'll hover over you and stroke his cock as he watches your body trembling with pleasure and anticipation. “Damn, you look so beautiful like that. So wet and ready for me.”

He just has this thing about laying back and just watching you ride him, he loves the feeling of your thighs and ass in his hands as you bounce up and down on his dick as you chace your high.

But most of the time he needs to be on top. He loves grabbing you by the hips, literally squeezing his fingertips against your soft skin, holding you in the place or using them to help guide the pace.

U = Ummm

Nothing sexy, but how about a petition to band this letter in all smut Alphabet fics.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He wants to see if he can make you scream louder than he did the last time. He loves the noises you make. He makes you a moaning mess so easily. Crying out his name as he pounds into you. “Derek! Baby, d-dont stop... P-please!”

He's very vocal, especially when he's getting head. He'll thrusted his hands into your hair as he fucks your mouth with an urgency. “fuck, baby. you're doing so good”

He is so vocal, he'll let out deep groans and moans as he feels your tight pussy wrap around his cock when you ride him. “Oh fuck,. You doing so fucking good”

If he's not moaning or groaning, he's praising the hell out of you. “No need to be shy, love you're absolutely beautiful”

“Look at you, you're so beautiful spread out for me”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The day you moved into the house he built, you guys fucking in every room to 'break the house in' and you even broke a brand new wash machine.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I'm a ferm believer that size doesn't matter. knows how to please you and he can definitely fuck your brains out. But if you want to get technical he's not so big it's nerve-wracking, but there's enough in length and girth to make your eyes roll with pleasure as every inch of him pushes into you.

He makes you feel so full when he’s buried in you, never failing to make you scream his name and dig your nails into his back at the pleasure.

most of the time all the time his dick is hard, red at the tip, leaking just for you.

His thighs are muscular and thick, easy to hold on to if you're ridding him or if you're giving him head.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Your relationship is strong, so sex never gets boring and he always wants you to know how beautiful you are. He'll kiss every scar, curve, stretch mark, he loves your body.

His sex drive is hug, like if you had to have a quickly in a on-call room during the day then you'll go home and he'll pound the fuck out of you like you guys didn't just get off at the hospital.

Nothing will stop you both from pleasuring each other.

He does not have a problem with having sex when you're on your period, you're both doctors so you know it helps with cramps and all he wants is to take your pain away. During those times it's about you not him.

Z = ZZZ (…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he can't sleep without making sure you're sound asleep first. He wants to make sure you're comfortable and asleep before he can sleep himself.

But after that he can either sleep like a rock or not sleep at all, there's no in between.

He needs to fall asleep cuddling you, no argument and he doesn't care how, he just wants to fall asleep in your arms or you fall asleep in his.

[readychilledwine]

Dollification

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

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Dollification is the sexual attraction or arousal to the idea of becoming a living doll. In this kink, you have the doll and their owner in a total power exchange dynamic. The owner of the doll will decide how their hair done, their clothing, their makeup, their mannerism, etc. Being a sub does not guarantee that a person would enjoy the Dollification process. Dolls tend to enjoy being objectified, so they enjoy the idea of someone owning them and treating them like a possession.

There are different types of dolls that all have their own attire. The most common are Lolita dolls, latex dolls, baby dolls, zentai dolls, and living Barbies. For this fic, I focused on the living barbie.

Living barbie dolls are known for being into bimbofication, or the act or process of being made beautiful but acting or being seen as stupid. Bimbos traditionally have a very specific stereotype that crosses well into barbie world. Blonde, makeup, tight clothing, revealing clothing. Some barbie dolls will go as far as plastic surgery to achieve the barbie body and looks as well.

One aspect of Dollification that may be odd is that the dolls remain silent during sex. The idea is to be as close to a doll as possible, so silence is a part of that. I have Seraphina breaking that rule a little as an understood thing between her and Azriel.

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Azriel x Seraphina Vanserra

Warnings - complete power exchange, some impact play, dehumanization, restraints

Azriel was a smiling like one smug bastard as he circled his mate.

His precious little mate.

Sweet Seraphina was dressed in a lace blue corset, breasts pushed up high, and waist snatched in. A pretty matching thong left nothing to his imagination.

Her hair was down exactly as he had asked, brushed and left with those full body waves, a bow keeping some of it tied back while the rest fell naturally down her back like a waterfall of fire.

Even the makeup was exactly as he had asked. Soft, highlighting those Autumn Court features, mascara used to make those thick lashes seem bigger.

She was perfect before she had so willingly handed this level of submission to Azriel, but something about having his own living breathing doll, something about controlling what she wore, how she looked, her mannerisms, that really got him off. "Such a beautiful thing, aren't you?" He had trained her well, smirking as she didn't respond and only stared ahead. "You have permission to smile." He placed a kiss on her pointed ear, watching in the mirror as he eyes fluttered shut and a soft smile graced her full lips.

His hands began roaming her body, squeezing her breasts along the way down. "I know you are still learning," he bit her shoulder gently before kissing the mark and kissing up her neck. "So I will allow you to make noise, but to be the perfect doll, we need to work on silence. Okay, pet?"

Serphina didn't respond, knowing she had only been given permission to express pleasure and nothing else. "Good girl. Good fucking girl." His voice dripped with pride, with arousal, and something Sera had learned was Azriel's way of expressing affection.

He kept her facing the mirror, and he began. That lacy thong he had admired was pulled down by his shadows, and his hand went to cup her sex, groaning as he found her dripping. "Insatiable, aren't you?" Her breath hitched at the accusation, at the reminder of what she'd become to him.

A sex doll. A pretty little toy owned by him that sat waiting where he sat her just anticipating his cock. He had taken her fashion sense, her free will, her body, and she gave it to him so willingly, so freely.

She made no noise as two thick fingers dipped into her heat, prepping her for him. She wouldn't get to cum tonight. She was his doll right now, not a living breathing being with needs. She couldn't help the small whine leaving her as his fingers curled, tensing her and reminding her of what he could do, what she'd be missing tonight. "Always so fucking ready for me."

Azriel pulled her by her hair. "Walk," he all but dragged her to the bed, forcing her to lay facedown on it. His fingers resunk into her as his shadows forced her hands to her back and her apart, holding them there. Pressure was building in her stomach, a soft moan escaping every so often muffled by the bed.

As he was pulling her apart, a smack rang through the air, and Sera instantly pulled her lip into her mouth, biting down. She was allowed to express pleasure, not pain. Another smack came, and it took her willpower not to move, to cry.

Azriel's fingers left her cunt and everything seemed still for a second. She took a few deep breaths, and then the contact came again. A quick, precise slap landed on her core, and Sera broke. Her body jolted, and she squirmed, whimpering in pain as Azriel stared down at her with a smirk.

He forced her face further into the bed. "Dolls don't move, Seraphina." Her breath was blocked off, it felt as if she was inhaling her own heated exhale, choking on it as he shifted behind her, clothing long gone.

She felt the ties of her corset growing tighter, restricting her breath further. "Be a good fucking doll and stay still or I'll have to punish you." He entered her without warning, sliding in to the hilt. His hand holding her head down moved to her ass meeting his other hand there as he squeezed the supple flesh and began pounding. He forced her hips up enough that the arch of her back now dug her face into the bed, cutting off her air supply again.

She moaned into the sheets as his cock dragged inside of her, remaining as quiet as she could. It was hard, so hard, when her mate, the picture of male perfection with the cock to match, was hitting every nerve, every hidden spot inside of her that was begging for attention.

Azriel allowed her one kindness. He kept the bond open, allowing her to feel his pride, his love, his happiness, and every single ounce of his pleasure her tight heat was bringing him. She was untouched by any male besides him and he had begun whispering to her not long ago how it was as if she cunt began to change herself, perfecting in to this perfect sleeve made just for him. His groans were getting louder, thrusts quicker and quicker.

He was close, so close, and Seraphina smiled into the bed, lightheaded from the lack of air.

She had only made a few noises, only moved once. It was a vast improvement from their first round of doll play that ended in Azriel's frustration and the pale skin of her ass bruised and sore for a few hours.

He squeezed her ass again, spitting on her back entrance as he did and moving one hand to have this thumb circle that entrance. She moaned again, cunt clenching as she did, at his teasing. "Being so good, sweetness. So close," she knew from his panting from how sloppy his thrusts were becoming, from the twitching inside of her.

He also knew she was right there, waiting for a command he would not give her tonight. He'd leave her wet and wanting once he stripped that corset off and took care of her. He knew it was cruel. Knew he should treat her better, but part of why she got off in this was the dehumanization, the denial of her needs.

The thought of her submission, of her trust and love for him, had him roaring, spilling every last drop into her. He rode out his high before leaning down and kissing the base of her neck. She whimpered below him, body desperate with need as he pulled out of her, watching their juices leak out of her, mixing together. The sight had him itching to take her again, but she needed a break. She needed out of that damned corset, she wanted to breath, to snuggle.

Azriel began working at the ties, pulling her up by her arms and pushing the hooks together in the front to take it off in one movement. "All done, Seraphina. You can behave normally now."

He watched her shoulders fall in relief and turned back to look at him with soft doe eyes, waiting for his praise, for the aftercare he'd so lovingly give her. He leaned in, kissing her and pumping his love down the bond before turning her to he could rest his forehead on hers.

"You did so well, my salvation. Took everything so much better this time. I am so proud of you. I know that must have been difficult." She nodded as he leaned to kiss her again. "Did you have fun?"

"Any time your inside of me is fun, Azriel."

The comment sent heat to his cheeks, a smile appearing to show off those dimples. "Then I'll try to be inside of you more. Let's go take a bath."

"When do I get to finish?"

The question made him growl, pulling her to him by her neck before cupping her chin. "In the bath if you're a good girl."

"Then I'll be the best girl," his cock twitched at the underlying tone in her voice.

He had created a monster. A tiny sex fueled monster who had an appetite that matched his now. His true equal. "We'll see," his tone was a warning as she flashed a serpent like smirk, reminding him so much of her eldest brother.

He'd fuck that smirk right off her face permanently some day.

And she was secretly praying for him to do it.

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𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 30: 𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 / 𝒅𝒂𝒚 19: 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

pairing(s): swiss/aeon words: 1314 notes: they/them aeon (cock/dick for their anatomy, only implied here). a present for dottie: happy birthday @coffeeghoulie 💙

Aeon looks around, nose leading his head in an almost bird-like manner as he takes in the state of the bedroom. There’s twenty or so candles of various sizes and burn stages placed around the room, the walls and furniture cast in a warm amber. All dark wax: navy blues, midnight blacks, and deep crimsons grouped together in trios of moody hues. A dying joint sits in the ashtray on the nightstand—it’s the only scent in the room aside from Swiss’ own. Something light, not too strong; pleasantly heady and herbal. 

“What’s with all the candles?” 

Swiss chuckles. He shuts the door behind them and loosely crosses his arms. “It’s called ‘setting the mood’,” he lilts.

They raise their eyebrows. “Hm.” Aeon looks him up and down, not-so-subtly lingering on his forearms. “You wanted to play with fire.”

“These things aren’t mutually exclusive, baby.” Swiss flashes his thousand-watt smile, and Aeon can’t help but roll their eyes and drift into him. They slip into his arms and wrap theirs around his waist. Leaning back their head into the cradle of Swiss’ hands when they come up to the back of their neck. 

Aeon hums. Smiles lazily. “I have something else you can play with,” they say softly, picking the hem of his t-shirt out of his jeans and slipping their hands underneath. They sway their hips a little too, just for good measure. Swiss rumbles, sultry. The quint ghoul runs their knobby fingers over the softness of his lower back, then slides one of their hands to his front. Palm flat against his stomach and drifting upwards. 

“Oh, I bet you do,” the multi ghoul says huskily. He grins, pulling Aeon in until their lips meet, half a kiss and half a shared, breathless laugh. 

Swiss’ mouth is warm, inviting—he always makes it too easy for them to open up immediately, tongues gliding out to greet the other in the space between their eager lips. Aeon tastes the weed lingering in his mouth. His natural mint and whiskey flavor. They never tire of it, no matter how many times they’ve tasted each other by now.

Swiss drops one hand to their waist instead, pulling them flush to his own body. Aeon groans approvingly and brings that hand on his tummy higher, higher. Fingers curling into his chest hair and thigh slotting between his legs.

The multi ghoul huffs. “Make me crazy, baby,” he breathes into their mouth. “So fuckin’ crazy.”

“Yeah?” Aeon teases. They trail kisses down his jawline, his neck. Hand dragging back down his torso until they’re palming the tent in Swiss’ jeans, earning them a hiss. “Gonna show me how crazy?” they mumble into his pulsepoint. 

“Fuck.” Swiss’ head dips back as he grinds into Aeon’s hand. They curl their fingers, pressing them deeper, groping him through the denim. His scent turns spicy and sweet all at once. Flooding their senses with nothing but a potent cloud of Swiss. They throb between their legs when his hands start to roam, chubbing up as he digs his those thick fingers into their waist, their back, petting over the nape of their neck and pawing at their ass. 

When the multi ghoul pulls them into a heated kiss, it’s Aeon’s turn to swear. “Shit—want you,” they pant. 

Swiss laughs breathlessly. “Didn’t even get to any romance yet.”

“Don’t have to—can have me however you want.”

The room spins.

The statement steals the breath from Swiss’ lungs, twisting it into a devastated groan. He grips Aeon tighter. Anchoring them both to the spot and resting their foreheads together. His heart’s pounding against his ribs, and he’s sure the quint can probably hear it—probably feel it against that skinny chest of theirs. 

“Baby,” he says slowly. His voice breaks with the surge of want that rushes up from his core, but it’s the nerves that he chokes on. Swiss swallows in poor effort to shove it all down. He cradles their cheeks in his hands, thumbs grazing over their cheekbones. Specks of ultraviolet in their otherwise charcoal gray eyes flash in the candlelight as they gaze up at him with parted lips and furrowed brow. Concerned despite the obvious arousal between them. 

“What?” 

Swiss takes a full breath. “Aeon,” he says softly. Their eyebrows raise a centimeter. “My beautiful bug.” They light up at the word ‘my’, chirping quietly. 

Lucifer, he can’t keep it in any longer. “I love you.”

Aeon’s eyes go wide. They stare at him for a painfully long moment, eyes flitting all over his face. Five, six, seven . . .The silence is maddening, but Swiss doesn’t dare break it by accidentally saying something stupid. Their fingers curl into his shirt a few seconds later and they force out: “Oh, the candles . . .”

He sighs, tension between his shoulders dissipating. “Yeah, the candles,” Swiss laughs. “Hopeless romantic, you know me. But ya kinda jumped me before I had the chance to be sappy.”

“Sorry,” they say, mouth scrunching to the side as they hold back a smile. “Could have stopped me.”

“Like hell I was gonna stop you.”

Aeon shrugs. “Fair.” But they smile big then, pulling Swiss into a hug. The multi ghoul wraps them up easily, resting his cheek against the top of their head. They smell like Dew’s shampoo and the electric zing of oncoming storms. Metallic and clear and apple-y. They blow a great big sigh into his chest, and it’s all wonderfully domestic. Something about them not realizing he had wanted to craft a certain ambiance and just falling into their usual, casual routine makes him smile. It’s just so them. He isn’t even bothered by Aeon not saying it back; he just needed to say it, lest it tumble from his lips at a random moment before his brain could stop his mouth from uttering the three words. 

Swiss sways them a little in the short span of silence, gaze lost in the flickering flames off to his right. That lingering feeling of arousal creeps back up, but he’s just as content to preserve this little bubble of warmth for as long as Aeon will let him. 

It’s not much longer though, the quint ghoul soon pulling his head out from their embrace. Their face has a little color to it, a slight purple hue over their otherwise deep gray complexion. Swiss can’t help but grin at how cute it makes them. 

“What are you smiling at?”

Swiss grins wider. “Just you. My cute little bug.”

Aeon shakes their head, amused. “You know that I love you, too, right?” 

A flash of giddiness surges through his chest, the entire cavity of it filling with affection. “You love me, too.” It’s a statement, not a question. Swiss fights his cheeks hard from dimpling with delight. 

“Yes? That’s what I just—mmpf!”

Swiss dives in and captures them in a kiss, cutting off the rest of their sentence. The ‘yes’ was more than enough for him. He kisses them like he hasn’t seen them in a hundred years—hands curled in their hair, mouths slotted perfectly together, and love seeping from every possible pore. Aeon melts so easily for him, humming contentedly when he licks over their top lip. Where it was heated and fervid before, it’s deep and tender now: a slow meeting and parting of their mouths, over and over without any intent of stopping. 

“Fuck, Swiss,” Aeon mumbles against his lips after who knows how many kisses. He takes it as an invitation to lick into their mouth, leaning into the hand that’s started skirting back under his shirt. “Please.”

Pleasure coils hot in his stomach. Renewed enthusiasm taking over as they start getting needy again. “Anything,” Swiss rumbles, grabbing at their waist. Pulling them in until they’re flush against him once more, until he can feel them throb through their pants. 

“Take me,” Aeon breathes. “Make me yours.”

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[lustrousgh0st]

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Just another dirty Vash drabble because I’m down so bad, help me.

~{dirty talk, whiny vash, handjob, blowjob, facial, he’s all embarrassed and sensitive, he accidentally makes a mess, fem reader}~

‼️NSFW under, minors DNI‼️

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Ugh poor Vash is so sweet he just can’t bring himself to cum on your face or anywhere that makes a mess of you.

He just thinks it’s embarrassing and dirty, you’re so beautiful and lovely he’d feel so bad to make a mess of your face. That and he knows he’d never be able to look at you with out picturing the mess he’d made on your skin if he did. He’s so lucky to have you, in disbelief every time you want to go down on him because he doesn’t deserve such a goddess on her knees for him.

Tonight, being one of those nights, Vash once again finds himself on the edge of the bed gripping the sheets behind him, legs parted with you between. Your perfect eyes are looking up at him, your soft hands gripping his cock while your tongue laps at his head.

He can’t believe it.

He twitches every time you lick over the bridge of skin under his head, soft little mewls eking from his lips. It’s pathetic, he knows it is, it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve done it he still finds himself choking back his orgasm after barely any time at all. He just loves it, your mouth is so soft and wet and warm it makes his cock feel fucking incredible.

He can feel it, it’s so fucking close so he quickly grips your wrist, not wanting to cum so soon

“s..stop”

he whispers and covers his face with his crystal blue hand. You look up at him through your lashes and watch as he grounds himself, slow heavy breaths passing his nose as you feel his cock twitching incessantly from his denied pleasure.

“awh baby, so close already?”

You hum sweetly and he awkwardly giggles

“it’s embarrassing I know”

You slowly stroke him once again and he bites back a moan

“noo I love it. My sweet sensitive boy”

you coo and wrap your fist around his head and rub the slick, sensitive area until he’s squirming and choking out cry like moans. His eyes are squeezed tight and brows furrowed harshly

“f..fuck fuck fuck, stop please mmmhhhnn please”

his thighs shaking as his voice breaks and grows hoarse from desperation. You do, but immediately place your lips back around him and Vash almost screams out a choked moan that undoubtedly would have been heard outside the walls of the room if anyone is close by. His head falls back as he places a hand on the back of yours and loosely grips your hair; not forcing your movements but guiding along with them. His moans are spilling out unrestrained as you take him as deep as you can, practically down your throat which you know he can’t deal with

“gh..ghha I can’t…oh god”

he’s babbling weekly, voice aimed at the ceiling. Then, you feel the tell tail signs, his balls tightening and cock getting so hard it hurts when it hits the back of your throat. You need a quick break to catch your breath before you gag but Vash quickly sucks in a harsh breath

“no!…nonono fuck, don’t stop I’m gonna-“

his head snaps back down to see that your lips have parted from him but it’s quickly thrown back again when his orgasm suddenly hits and he’s choking on his breath, raw, high-pitched whines rasping out. Warm, slick cum hits your face before you catch the rest with your tongue; there’s so much, as always, that it’s dripping down your face and filling your mouth. As soon as Vash is able to catch his breath and his body stops twitching he’s looking down at you in horror and embarrassment

“oh god”

he sounds so ashamed but you’re giggling and licking him clean before whipping the dribbling mess from your chin.

“Messy boy”

you hum but Vash pouts

“I’m sorry..I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-“

he cuts himself off to reach for his shirt and starts to panic wipe your cheek

“baby it’s fine…it’s…it’s pretty hot”

you bashfully confess and Vash pauses

“you don’t think it’s..dirty?”

He asks, obviously shy. You close one eye as he continues to wipe you clean

“hm it is dirty….that’s why it’s hot”

you tease and Vash makes some flustered noise before sighing deeply and hiding behind his hands

“y/n…you’re so naughty”

his tone a mix of lust and embarrassment.

[cosmictrashqueen]

I’m still trying to figure out the best format for these little writings, but here! Have some Dick Grayson angst!

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It was about an hour before Dick came home you had received a text from Jason- a heads up that patrol didn’t go well and Dick most definitely needed some support through it.

After reading that message, you hadn’t been able to fall asleep as the anxiety of “what happened?” buzzed in your mind. Did Dick get hurt? Did a mission go wrong? Did they lose someone on the team? You hadn’t been told about any nefarious plans they were currently trying to stop, and as far as you knew Dick’s patrol for the night was just a normal one of patrolling around the city and stopping any crime that he saw happening.

It was nearing 4am when you heard the sliding of the bedroom window opening, rousing you from the half unconsciousness you had fallen into. “Dickie?” Your voice was quiet as you sat up, seeking out his silhouette in the darkness of the room. The lights from the outside filtered through the window and gave just enough light to cast a soft blue into the room.

Dick didn’t say anything as he moved, his body language that of an injured cat trying to curl in on itself- though he didn’t move as if he himself had an injury. You opened your mouth to ask if he was okay as the anxiety spiked once more, but your words died on your tongue as Dick all but slumped into the bed, burying his face into your chest as his breathing was a little labored.

“I lost a kid tonight…” Those words whispered against your skin may as well have been a bullet sounding in silence. His words were heavy with sorrow and regret, and you knew Dick well enough to know there was self loathing and blame weighing him down as well.

“Oh baby… I’m so sorry.” You say, your heart clenching at the pain you know Dick feels right now. Your fingers gently run through his hair soothingly, “… if you want to talk about it, I’m listening.”

Dick remains silent for a while, his breathing shaky as it seems he’s fighting back crying. Moments later you feel his tears against your skin and his body sags into yours, “It was a bunch of the usual thugs, low names in one of the crime syndicates looking to up their rank. They… kidnapped a kid and were trying to use him as leverage.”

His voice was getting more strained as he talked, your collarbone feeling more wet with his tears, “Oh Dickie… I’m so sorry-“

“That bullet was meant for me. If I hadn’t moved to take him down when I did, it would have hit me and not killed someone’s child. It’s my fault. I should have- I should have….”

“Shhh, it’s okay…” Your words are soft as you hold Dick, his words devolving into sobs as he finally lets it out.

Over the course of your relationship, Dick has had some rough times with losing civilians, and each and every time it’s like the first time ever. He has so much care in his heart for the citizens of this city, a fierce longing to protect them, and whenever he feels as if he’s failed them, it’s not so much a blow to his ego as it is a new tear in his heart. Dick was kind, compassionate, loving, and losing civilian’s lives on his time- especially a child- was not something he took lightly.

You hold him close as he cries into your neck, fingers rubbing along his scalp soothingly as you can do nothing but be an anchor for him so he doesn’t get ripped out to sea in his emotions.

“I know it’s hard, but even though you’ve been doing this for almost your whole life sometimes things are unpredictable. Things can just… happen. Unfortunately that’s what happened tonight… it’s not your fault. You were trying to save that little kid, and things just… escalated.” You never really knew the right words to say to Dick when things like this happened, when he needed the support and comfort from his partner through tough times.

The two of you stay quiet for a little while longer, his laborer breathing and soft sobs slowly coming to a rest as he calms down more and more. You’d stay here holding Dick as long as he needed you to, though you knew he’d probably relax more if he wasn’t still in his suit.

“Let’s get you out of this, okay baby?” You say quietly, gently pushing him away so you can help him start to undress out of his suit. Even after all these years you still struggle with taking it off him by yourself, so once your fingers begin to fumble he lets out a soft chuckle and sits back to peel himself free from Nightwing, coming back to your arms as just Dick Grayson.

“There we go, much better.” You whisper as your nails gently scratch along his back. Your lips place gentle kisses along the smudged black ringed around his eyes, “A life was lost tonight, and I know you know it’s not the last time it will happen. You’re out there every night fighting, Dickie, fighting criminals from the lowest of ranks to those like Joker and Freeze. You’ve been saving countless lives between your time in Gotham and Bludhaven, don’t ever forget that. I’m not saying that little kid’s life is meaningless, what I’m saying is don’t forget him as you keep fighting to save other lives.”

Dick remains silent until the two of you drift off to sleep together, his head resting on your chest as your arms are wrapped around him. You knew come morning Dick would be a little more recovered from the night, and that little child he lost would be his driving force for new actions taken against the criminals of the city.

***

The following week during dinner, Dick is talking to you about the Avery Fund, which is a new Wayne financial fund he and Bruce agreed upon that would help with family’s who have lost children to the crime rates in the city.

Dick never ceases to amaze you with the efforts he takes both as Dick Grayson and Nightwing to better the lives of civilians.

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

Little Things

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: FLUFF!! , Bucky Barnes being adorable, mention of Bucky being insecure (blink and you’ll miss it). Mentions of kisses and hugs, mentions of food and beverages, nicknames.

a/n: this is a mixture of a headcannon - one shot - drabble hehe, just i was feeling stuff and wanted some Bucky Fluff so here I go. hope you all like it 💙 hugs for all.

Life can be boring, monotonous or simply hard at times. A bad day might turn into a bad week where all you want to do is lie on the bed.

Life gets better because of the little things. Especially when you have the best boyfriend in the whole world.

Bucky Barnes can always sense a shift in your mood, the man can practically read your thoughts you feel sometimes.

Little things like making your favourite hot beverage after a tiring day, always makes you smile.

“Here you go princess.”

So many nicknames so much love and all the little things which make your relationship so wholesome.

Grocery shopping dates are one of your favourites, simple and feels like home. You and Bucky walk in the different aisles, getting through your shopping list. You always buy plums for him which he adores.

“Let’s get chocolate milk too please” Bucky gives you puppy eyes and you can never say no to that.

Coming home to Bucky Barnes is the best feeling in the world. That face, that smile and everything about him which makes you wanna thank your stars to be able to call him your man.

“I have a special day planned for us” That is how you end up in a beautiful park with a picnic basket Bucky prepared. Gestures like these make you feel warm in your heart.

“Thank you Bucky Bear.” You kiss his cheek and he still blushes like the first time you did so.

Friday movie nights followed by Saturday cooking date, your favourite two evenings of the week. You both always try to keep yourselves free for these two evenings.

Cooking with Bucky is so special even if it’s so simple. The two of you swaying with music and cooking dinner, sharing multiple kisses and cuddles in between.

You both end up going to your favourite little cafe quite often. Bucky is opening up to new flavours of coffee, and has taken a liking towards iced coffee. Only when you thought you cannot love him any more.

When Bucky hugs you from the back and pulls you close to his body, you feel protected and so loved. That is your happy space.

The man is your very own bear. You wonder how a man built like that can be so soft and cuddly.

While re-watching a random episode of your favourite show, you snuggle against your bear and play with his hair. He loves it and sometimes closes his eyes to take it all in.

At the beginning of your relationship Bucky took some time to open up, he wasn’t sure of himself and whether he deserved so much love and care.

But now he is thankful that you have broken all those walls, and that you both love each other so much.

Bucky Barnes is the happiest when he is with you. His princess, his doll, his baby girl, his sunshine, the love of his life.

“You’re my home you know that my love?” You ask him while he lies on your lap and you softly run your fingers through your hair.

“I do now, you’re my everything Sunshine, you’re my home too.” He smiles looking up at you and his beautiful blue eyes sparkle. You lean down and meet his lips with yours.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

Little things in life are what you cherish, being with Bucky Barnes is what you cherish every second.

[wendigoruble]

💙Tall Woman: Date Prep💙

This series will be told in short bursts and will explore the canon themes of Franco's sexism and misogyny. Basically, I want a large lady to take him down a peg ;)

That being said, there are misogyny and sexual themes ahead

It seems like just yesterday they met at the diner. She towered over him, tall as the ceiling. Her soft amber hair framing her face. Smooth shoulders sloping down to that heavy rack. Those long, long legs that ended in beautiful baby blue stiletto heels. Any man would be weak on sight, for that Franco is certain.

What a perfect woman, the best he'd ever seen.

It'd taken a lot of will to not fall to his knees on that dirty floor. It took even more to make his words come out right when dropping every pickup line he possibly could. Even hiding his pacifier away in his pocket and giving that crooked smile he prayed was charming enough to strike a good cord. He had gotten a giggle out of her, he'd gotten a name even. She didn't run off, in fact she sat beside him with this amused looking grin. Looking at him like he was cute. Maybe she picked up on how flush his cheeks had gotten.

Most importantly, during their entire interaction, he got a date. His ticket into what surely would be the best night of his life. And he didn't even need to pay for it!

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Franco looks himself up and down in the mirror. Tilting his head slightly he twists his hair into a nice swoop with his fingers. He's dawned his best baby blue pinstripe suit, thrown on some expensive cologne, hell he had even gone as far as to brush his teeth for this. It'd been a good while since he pulled out all the stops for a lady. Even longer for a woman he's not paying.

“Don't fuck this up,”He mumbles to himself as he pockets his pacifier then adjusts luparas holster which he covers her his coat,”You're gonna get that woman and ride her to your grave.”

With himself as ready as he can be he heads out to pick her up. It's an anxious drive though. He can feel his palms sweating against the steering wheel the more he thinks of her, of what she may be wearing. He hopes and prays she has on those heels again and that nice short dress. Showing off those long smooth legs that he desperately wants to hold onto for dear life. Franco curls his fingers as he bites his bottom lip. That familiar warmth swirls around in his lower gut as he relaxes his hands and brings one down to his thigh. He's got half a mind to fluff himself before getting to her house. Wouldn't she like that? Women love a man who's excited to see them. If she knew he was already getting off to her that would be endearing. Surely she'd smile, praise, be flattered.

If only he could actually get it up right now.

Eventually he pulls up to her home and he honks the horn while leaning slightly out the window. His gaze trained on the front door and the lights behind the home's curtains. There's a brief flicker of a shadow before she steps out and his eyes go wide.

She's got on the most beautiful strapless dress. It's sparkly red and comes down to mid thigh with red heels to match. His gaze travels up her legs, all the way up to meet her eyes when she's at the side of the car. She puts her hand on its roof and leans forward. Franco swallows thickly as he struggles to meet and hold her gaze.

God she makes him weak, especially with such a perfect rack just inches from him. So close he could just about lean in for a sip. She could just hold him there and crush him like a hot little grape. Squeeze the life out of him even, and he would say thank you.

“Nice ride you got.” She says with a smile that he's barely catching.

“Hah.. Thanks…”

“Where are we headed by the way?”

She walks around the car with even strides. Franco can feel the slightest twitch between his legs with each click those heels make on the pavement. When she slips into the passenger seat he feels small, so small. She has to look down at him. It takes a moment for him to find his words as he shifts the car into gear.

“Wher- ah! Thought I'd treat ya nice. Take you to a steakhouse for something good. I got us reservations and all.” He steals a quick glance at her shoes again.

Those heels could pierce his heart in two.

[dolliestfairy]

𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎 𝐵𝓊𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈 ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ⸰ 🫧 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

Powerful Sorcerer Gojo Satoru falling in love with Chubby!fem!reader who is a Water Fairy 🫧🦋

Authors Note ✿ : this is a request from @arisucat :3 this is also kinda rushed i just done this prob like 1 hours or some idk, anyways enjoy and if you like my works, please give reblog and feedbacks! tysm.

Warnings ✿ : male masturbation, breeding kink (?), i think thats it lmfao, the rest of it was just fluff fluff fluff. lmk if miss anything though. reader skin color is not announced.

Wc : 6,3k

The first time he had laid his eyes on you he swear to the sun and star that you're the most beautiful creature he ever seen in his entire life.

no Moon, or Stars, or even his blue eyes can beat your beauty. you're an exquisite one.

he really love seeing you showing your talent, espesially with children. where he sees at the fountain in the middle of the garden surrounding by little childs.

sometimes he paid himself to join you and the little children, making them all laugh, and also he was there to make you laugh too ;).

he love about how around you filled with such laugh and joy, the happiness of the children, how you show your water power to them, making them confused yet curious however.

it sparks something in gojo.

the first time he sees you he tell himself that he just think you're a very exquisite creature and it makes him overwhelmed, but as times goes by, he realize that he was actually starting to..... falling in love.

the way you show your power to children, how friendly and shy you are, how you were making the childrens happy, how you make him feel so happy...

it leads to his thinking of wanting to marry you and fuck with you. having kids together and making those little humans of yours happy.

and he didnt even denied his thinking. he really does wanna fuck you in your wedding dress, in the middle of the night, pressing your back, breeding you, and make babies with you.

he always drowning in those nasty romantic dreams while his hands holding his cock, stroking it up and down, dreaming about you, thinking about you, and imagining the future of you both together.

it doesnt gonna take long enough for him to confess to you and how the way he said "i love you" and "would you like to be mine?"

its been 7 years since you both dated, theres a rough time but you both always try to help each other.

and after 7 years waiting, he finally had a time to make you completely his.

𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 📝

Gojo invite you to a garden you always visit of where you make entertainment for childrens, it was still afternoon on when he message you

{ Hello Y/N! ha-ha-ha... if you have time, would you like to meet me in your favourite garden tonight? }

{ oh why of course toruu' :) }

{ thank you so much dear! you're the best! meet me on the pale moonlight tonight, at your favourite garden, from your Satoru <3 }

you read the message while giggled a little bit, you actually want to ask 'why' but you think he just tryna plan some surprise for you, and you dont want to mess that up, so you just agreed with him.

﹍.﹍.﹍.﹍

now its the time, you had seen the moonlight, it almost turned pale. you had your soft-blue colored dress on, you had your hair done and your high heels, you also tuck and hiding your wings inside your dress. you're all ready. now its time to go!

﹍.﹍

you've waited for the bus to pick you up, at the meantime, you had been texted Gojo Satoru.

{ Toruu' i'm all ready, i'll be right there in 20 minutes 💙 }

{ of course babydoll! wait me there. }

after the short text, you see some light coming towards you, turns out it was your bus, now you get in and wait for 20 minutes to get to the location.

﹍.﹍.﹍.﹍.﹍.﹍

finally...... you arrived, you look around the water fountain in which you didnt found him so you texted him again.

{ toru i'm beside the fountain, where are u?? }

Toruu' didnt respond.

so you called him.

*Bzztt* *Bzztt*

*Pick up Sound*

"Toruu? where are u? i'm sitting in the fountain and i havent seen you"

"BABYDOLL I'M SORRY! i'm coming really fast rn!"

you heard rushed footstep in the phone as if he was running. And soon enough you really heard the rushed footstep, outside your phone. you quickly turn your head to where the sound come from in which you find him.

"oh toruu!..."

"sorry Y/N i got like extra work but i finally did it all!"

you sigh at his explanation. in which you say

"its ok toruu, at least you're here now. anyway why are u inviting me to this place here? is there is something you wanna talk about?"

gojo finally snapped back to reality, he looked at you with wild eyes and said

"Why of course Y/N! i got big surprise for you! but i need you to look back and close your eyes right now!"

"what why?.."

"just do it! you're gonna love this one."

you put your back to his direction and closing your eyes, you heard some things that you dont know what is it so you said.

"T-toru what is i-"

"ok Y/N you can open your eyes now!"

you open your eyes and look back at him only to find him on a position where his left knee is on the ground, and his right knee is up. his hand was holding a ring box containing a very expensive and beautiful looking ring.

you gasp at him.

"toru?...."

"yes babydoll. i want you to be mine. i want you to stay in my home, sleep in my bed, having a little babies of me in your hand, how you would be so good to me, how you would make our childrens happy. i want it all, i want you. i've been waiting for 7 years for this, and i cant take it anymore, i really need you to be mine." he said as he look at you with a hungrily eyes as if he wants to devour you.

"G-Gojo satoru are u.. are u really being serious right now?"

"Of course Darling!"

"oh well i would love to be yours al-"

not finishing your sentence, gojo quickly grabbed his hands around your waist and hugging you.

"oh fucking finally!, those 7 years of waitin' & waiting! i've finally got you. you're all mine now babydoll.."

"mhm yes satoru, yes.."

﹍.﹍.﹍

2 weeks later.

"Y/N hurry up he have been waiting!" your friend says.

"okay F/N, i'm coming i'm coming...."

this was it, your wedding day. how've you both waited so much for this. you at that time was putting some accesories in your hair, until your friends finally shout at you again.

"Y/N come on!"

"Jeez okay okay F/N..."

you quickly go to the front side, there was a big curtain in front of you. if you open it, then its all going to began.

you take a breath, one, two, three...

you slowly open the curtains. and then theres you look at him, Gojo Satoru. standing & smilling at you. you see Yuuji, Megumi, Nanami on the other side. you see your family and his. you slowly but surely walking down the alley of the weddings. you see people turn their heads and look at you. you didnt mind them. you still put your heads to the direction of Your Beloved man.

Gojo then offered his hands to you, in which you accept.

the priest then said

"Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall lived?"

you both look at each other and says

"yes. i am."

"and with this, Do you take Gojo Satoru as your husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

both you and satoru then, once again, looked at each others eyes. in which you replied.

"yes. I will take Gojo Satoru, as my lawful Husband."

Gojo Smiled brightly at you, he quickly pick you up and put kisses all over your face while the priest is just looking at you both shyly.

gojo then put you down again. and said with a visible voice

"well done my wife. i just hope you will prepare for tonight..."

"sstt! Toruu..! everyones watching at us.."

"aww why? now everyones know that you're fully and truly mine and only mine Babydoll."

Gojo giggled at you while you look at him embarassingly, he grab your chin and kisses your forehead while he pick you up once again and hugging you.

After those 7 years with you being girlfriend and boyfriend, the powerful sorcerer has finally put his rings into his beloved water fairy's finger, as he swear to the moon and the stars, that he would love you with all of his life, and that he swear, he would kill, and die for you, to showing off his devotion for you. his beloved (round) water fairy Wife. 🫧🦋

[puddle-nerd]

Use Me

Summary: The funny thing was that had you been asked an hour ago if you’d ever thought you’d be in this situation, you’d have said no. (Recombinant Lyle/Human Female Reader)

Prompt #6 (Thigh Fucking) for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Thigh Riding, Female Reader, Interspecies Sex, In Public, Size Difference

Added Update: The lovely artwork I used in my banner (I found it on Pinterest) belongs to @thevanityofthefox 🤍🩵💙💜❤️ Thank you for such wonderful depictions of Lyle

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Your naked body was situated upon his clothed lap, your hands cupping the back of his bare neck and your lips sealed to his as his tongue danced with yours. His large, blue hands were gripping the curve of your buttocks firmly, moving you leisurely back and forth over his thigh as he wanted, listening to you whimper and moan from the stimulation of rubbing your bare cunt over the rough material of his workout trousers stretched taught over his muscular thigh. Lyle pulled back with a chuckle and then bounced his leg, making you release a whine before you shuddered in pleasure.

The funny thing was that had you been asked an hour ago if you’d ever thought you’d be in this situation, you’d have said no.

You were a human soldier working for the RDA and had been off duty so you’d decided to go to the gym to make sure you didn’t allow yourself to go soft, what with the lower gravity, if you ever got rotated back to Earth (you hoped you didn’t because there really wasn’t anything back there for you). Wearing a tank top over your sports bra and some knee-length leggings in your favorite color, you’d gone for using the human-sized treadmill first to warm yourself up, blasting your music in your headphones to get yourself pumped up.

Across the way, on the more Na’vi/Avatar-sized side of the gym, was one of the recombinants – Lyle… Wainfleet, you thought his name was; like you’d come to know of his routine, he was lifting weights and he was shirtless, letting all those lean blue muscles of his torso and abdominals out on display, shimmering with a light sheen of sweat. Normally, it took a lot more to get you hot and bothered but there was just… something… about this particular recombinant that just did it for more easily than any human man had attracted you ever before. Maybe it was that humorous smirk he always seemed to wear when you saw him and the jokes, he always seemed to rattle off that had you fighting off a smile. Maybe it was seeing all those beautiful stripes, especially all over his scalp leaving his braided neural queue as a striking focal point amongst all that built sapphire muscle or the several tattoos decorating his skin. Either way, you always found your eyes drawing towards him whenever he was around.

And if the sudden current grin adorning his lips was anything to go by, he knew you were staring right now, too.

Until he looked up at you and stuck his tongue out, bracketing it with his index and middle fingers suggestively.

You stumbled upon the treadmill, ducking your face away from him as you cunt clenched in want and quickly spread your feet to stand on the side rails before you made an idiot of yourself and faceplanted on the machine and possibly bloody up your face. You cringed at your slight blunder and decided to try to slink away, turning off the treadmill as quickly as it would let you.

Only to nearly run into a blue wall of muscle.

You quickly took out your earbuds, craning your neck to see Lyle peering down at you with a wide smile. He laughed, “Aw, don’t hide yourself, baby. I like it when you stare at me. Makes me feel all tingly.”

You flushed and shook your head in amusement. “Sure you don’t need a medic for that?” you shot back teasingly, stepping around his body with a full body shiver as you noticed his hip bones peeking out at you from the waist of his trousers. You licked your lips, eyes lifting back up to his golden gaze as you added jokingly, “Might wanna get checked for a rash or oozing or something.” Only to yelp as his tail swatted at your backside in retaliation. “Excuse you, sir.” Lyle groaned, “Yeah, that does it for me, doll. C’mere.” You squeaked as Lyle scooped you up into his arms before he sat on a nearby bench, depositing you onto his lap, your legs straddling his thighs. You bit down on your lower lip and grinned up at him, enjoying the feel of his huge hands settling upon your hips rather possessively.

“Hi,” you murmured.

“Hi, baby,” Lyle replied, wiggling his eyebrows. “So… I don’t know if you realize this but I am really into you. Want to help me break my new in?” You raised your brows at his offer and bit down on your lower lip harder before you replied, “So, uh… I’m interested in this offer but, uh, it’s been a while. Before you fuck me, you’re gonna have to prep and stretch me first before I’ll be able to take something at least twice the size of a human.” He hissed as you palmed the front of his sweat pants, feeling his cock hardening in anticipation. “Think you’re up to the challenge, sir?”

The recombinant smirked, replying enthusiastically, “Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.” Lyle quickly lifted you off his lap like you were nothing more than the weight of a feather – and he was almost twice your size so maybe you were comparable to a feather to his strong muscles – and stripped you eagerly, right there in the middle of the gym before laying you down onto one of the benches and lifting your legs to rest upon one of his shoulders so he could kneel in front of you. Quickly sliding his sweat pants down, he pulled out his hard cock and stroked himself as he took in your naked body with a beaming grin. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” he purred, his tail and ears twitching in building arousal. He quickly bent down and kissed you hungrily, gripping your backside and sliding his cock between your thighs. You reached out and cupped the back of his tattooed neck as your tongue battled his, moaning as he squeezed your ass and thrust his length up against your sopping entrance to increase your excitement. “Fuck, baby. You’re getting so wet for me, ain’t ya?”

You nodded, your breath coming in stuttered gasps as you begged, “Yes. Oh… god… Feels so good. More, please.”

Lyle bit down lightly on your shoulder and moved faster between your squished thighs. “Yeah, baby,” he grunted against your skin. “Keep moving… just like that. Make a mess all over me when you cum.” You shivered and whined, speeding up your movements as the coil in your belly tightened. “That’s it,” Lyle purred, his tail wrapping around your calf, his fingers digging into your ass. “That’s my girl. Cum for me baby. I want you to soak my pants.”

In retaliation, you reached out and tugged on his neural queue when it dropped over his shoulder, making him cry out and grind up against your clit harder, cum splashing over your belly and tits in glowing blue goop. “Fuck, Lyle,” you whined, your slick trickling out of your cunt as you hit your peak, saturating his cock and his clothing.

The recombinant laughed breathlessly.

“Damn, baby, I feel like a virgin again,” he joked.

You met his grin with your own replying, “I mean… technically you kinda are. Wanna go change that?”

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Originally Posted: 19 December 2023 Word Count: 1,212

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[ramblingoak]

The Perfect Moment

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 14 - Doing Each Others' Makeup

Mist x Aurora (using a bonus prompt today and kind of playing with it a bit)

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. It's sort of like a Satanic version of a Hallmark town. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Mist owns an antique store called The Reliquary and Aurora owns Little Sunshine Tattoos ~

Warnings: mentions of a tattoo needle otherwise just very sappy, sfw, 670 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

“You need to hold still unless you want me to mess up.”

“I am holding still.”  Mist ignored Aurora’s look, taking a deep breath and trying to relax again.  It wasn’t that the needle hurt, it just felt…weird.  The buzzing sound was almost worse but Aurora had put some music on that was helping her tune it out.  “How does it look?”

“Hideous.”

Alright she deserved that.  She resolved to stay quiet and let Aurora work.  The ghoulette had been fretting over the design of the tattoo for weeks now.  Sometimes even going over to Mountain’s to get Rain’s opinion.  Mist had seen dozens of different variations of it, each one more beautiful than the next.  She had started to feel bad about asking Aurora since it was obvious her girlfriend was stressing over the whole thing but to Mist there was no one else she’d rather have design it.

And obviously no one else she’d rather have tattoo it.

“Thank you.”  Mist glanced over when the buzzing stopped, her eyes immediately meeting those of Aurora’s.  “I’m glad you’re doing it.”

“Baby, I’m honored you asked me.”  Aurora grabbed a rag and wiped away some excess ink.  “And the design you wanted it’s…well…”

“It’s what?  I thought you liked the idea.”

“I do!  Mist, I love it.  It's…well it’s us.”  The ghoulette sniffled a bit and Mist felt her own eyes watering slightly.  “I love you so much.”

She knew she wasn’t supposed to move but nothing was going to stop her from kissing Aurora at that moment.  The ghoulette’s lips were soft like always, a hint of coffee still clinging to them from earlier.  It was chaste at first but like usual it didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, for their mouths to open and their tongues to tangle together.  Mist pulled away after a moment and cupped Aurora’s cheek, swiping at the few tears that had escaped with her fingers.

“You’re such a sap.”  She yelped when Aurora playfully nipped at her thumb.  “But I love you too.”

“I’m never going to get tired of you saying that.”

“Me calling you a sap or saying I love you?”

“Hmm, probably both.”  Mist grinned as she settled back in the chair, placing her arm back where it had been resting before.  “I’m almost done.  Just going to add some color to the water.”

“Take your time.”  

When Aurora started the tattoo gun up again Mist looked down at her lap, focusing on the silver ring the ghoulette had given her not too long ago.  There was a single pink stone on the band, the same shade of pink as Aurora’s eyes.  She still couldn’t believe it, her and Aurora were now engaged.  They had gone and picked out a matching ring for Aurora too, but her stone was the same shade of blue as Mist’s eyes.

It was a moment she was never going to forget.  They had trekked out into the woods a bit, heading towards the pond that was close to Mountain’s farmhouse.  The whole town was awake and watching the skies, waiting for the aurora borealis to appear.  It was an occurrence so rare that a big event had been made of it.  People were camped out in their yards or in the various parks around town.

But Aurora had wanted to be away from everyone, claiming that she just wanted to have a nice private picnic together.  It didn’t really matter to Mist, there wasn’t much Aurora could ask her to do that she’d say no to.  Besides, a picnic next to the water with the aurora borealis above their heads?  It was the perfect moment, a moment Mist would never forget for as long as she lived.

And it was a moment she had decided to memorialize with a tattoo.  One that combined her favorite spot in town with her favorite moment of her life.  One created by her favorite person too.  Satanas, they were both sappy and gross.     

Mist wouldn’t have it any other way.

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