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— ℳ𝒾𝓈𝓈ℋ𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎ℬ𝑒𝑒'𝓈 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 —

Pairing: Daddy!Andy Barber x Nanny!Reader Content Warnings: Daddy kink, ddlg undertones, somnophilia, dubious/non consent, age gap (Reader is early twenties, Andy is mid-forties), fingering, oral sex (f-rec), dirty talk, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby), overstimulation, general smut bc this is kinktober so minors, dni!! Word Count: 4.7k  A/N: Here we are!!! This is my first Kinktober and I am nervous to write all these new kinks and characterizations but also incredibly excited. I'm so sorry that this was so delayed, my loves! Work has been hell for the past week but I've finally had time to proofread this. As always, I do my best to keep my reader as inclusive as possible but please let me know if there's anything I can do to improve upon it! There's no use of Y/N or anything else where you need to insert information to read just because that's my personal preference! Anyway, please enjoy and I'd adore some feedback, if anyone feels so inclined! Navigation: Masterpost | Playlist | Divider Credit | Kinktober Masterpost | October Fifteenth Summary: Working as the Barber family's nanny is a piece of cake, but what happens when the dad you've been tip-toeing around all year comes home late one night to find you asleep in his bed, wearing his favorite sweater?

Although, you couldn’t exactly say that you loved your job, the accommodations and compensation made what little aggravation you faced in the course of a workday well worth it. While most students from your college town had picked up odd jobs in busy restaurants or quaint little shops, you’d become a live-in nanny for the Barber family. It was a perfect situation really—your tuition was covered by scholarships, you only worked in the afternoons and evenings, you didn’t have to pay for housing, the ‘work’ was a piece of cake, and your employer was the hottest man you'd ever fucking seen.

Jacob was a pretty quiet kid—and maybe a bit too old to have a nanny, at the age of thirteen—so you were essentially just paid to ensure he didn’t sneak out of the house and ate a somewhat balanced dinner on the nights that his dad got home late from work or other engagements. The family unit was small with only Jacob and his father and, now by extension, you. 

District Attorney Andy Barber had quietly left his wife a year earlier and moved he and his son away from their small hometown to start over just as you’d arrived in the city to begin your third year of school. You’d met in the aisles of a dark liquor store as you stood in front of the vast selection of wine, teeth digging into your lower lip as your eyes scanned all the labels on the red varietals: merlot, cabernet sauvignon, Malbec, pinot noir, Sangiovese. 

Seeing your hesitation at making a selection, he’d easily swooped in and found you something sweet, saying it reminded him of you with a charming grin. It was an unassuming bottle with a minimalistic label—a vin santo that flooded your tongue with a sweetness that reminded you of warm summer days and cherry jam. It was perfect—and that was where it all began.

You’d crossed paths in your small college town several more times and now, more than a year later, you’d settled into the Barber’s lives seamlessly. The big colonial house, tucked away in the gated neighborhood, was quiet as the clock approached one in the morning. Andy had needed to attend some gala, to rub shoulders and grease palms and do all other sorts of lawyerly things, so after dinner, you had taken it upon yourself to clean up around the house after Jacob had gone to bed.

The kitchen had been cleaned from dinner you’d made, the dishes had been washed and put away, and you’d finished the laundry. All of the linens had been tucked away in the hall closet but you found yourself hesitating at the door of Andy’s empty bedroom as sleepiness began to sink into your bones. There were just a few shirts that needed to be hung in his closet. You rocked back and forth on your heels, deliberating silently as you propped the basket on your hip, looking up and down the silent, empty hall as if he’d appear and chastise you for even entertaining the idea. He’d never said his room was off-limits to you; in fact, Andy had always told you to make yourself at home. 

It would only be for a few minutes anyway.

Stifling a yawn, you quietly opened the heavy, wooden door and slipped into the dark room. Flipping the light-switch turned on a lamp, dimly bathing the unfamiliar space in a warm, comforting light. It looked just like you’d imagined it—not that you’d spent a long time picturing your employer’s room. 

No—never. 

Certainly not when he came down to the kitchen on Saturday mornings in worn flannel pajama pants and made coffee for the two of you to share in silence as Jacob slept in, and definitely not when you lay in your bed, in the room just next door to his, with your fingers slipping beneath the silky fabric of your panties as you remembered the feeling of his eyes on you from across the dinner table.

Feeling your face grow warm as you shoved those thoughts away, you quickly opened the door to his closet. It was as organized as you’d have thought it to be. The hangers and collars were all turned in a uniform direction, the shirts organized by shade and hue from dark to light. Humming softly to yourself, you finished the chore quickly before something on the foot of his pristinely made bed caught your eye. 

The fall air that had invaded the New England coast had brought a chill, and along with it, a shift in his wardrobe. It was a deep, forest green sweater of his that had silently become your favorite item in his closet. Cautiously, you picked up the article and bit your lip to stop a quiet sigh from escaping your lips. It was soft and you’d imagined yourself running your hands over his chest while he wore it dozens of times.

The clock on his bedside table read just after one; when Andy had left that afternoon, he’d mentioned that it would be close to two before he’d return home from Boston. You knew exactly what you wanted. Padding softly across the room, you closed the door with an almost silent ‘click’ of the latch. You couldn’t help it; you could feel your heart beating against your breastbone and the way your panties had grown damp at just the thought.

There was a bit of a thrill as you slipped out of your ratty collegiate sweatshirt and allowed it to fall on to the soft carpet without a sound, your short cheer shorts following suit. Bare to the cold room, you felt goosebumps prickle your skin and you weren’t sure if your nipples had grown hard from your admittedly overactive imagination, or the exposure. 

Slipping the woven cashmere over your head, you let out a soft sigh as the fabric caressed your skin and enveloped you in a scent that was purely Andy. It was something expensive; you’d seen the bottle on his bureau. A sweet, smoky wood scent that clung to his skin and the fibers of his clothes—fuck, you wanted to be covered in it. 

Crawling on to the king-sized bed that took up the center of his spacious room, you couldn’t help but giggle as you sank into the plush, white duvet that covered it. Your fingers and toes curled against the cotton, and, in the back of your mind, you knew you’d have to smooth it all out before you returned to your own room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the moment. 

All you could think about was Andy in this bed, his hand working his hardened cock as quiet groans strained from his throat. You knew he did it every night before he fell asleep. You couldn’t help but wonder if he knew that, just separated by a single wall, you listened carefully and covered your mouth, fucking yourself along with him. 

Allowing your eyes to drift shut, your fingers trailed down your body, rubbing the damp fabric that clung to the lips of your wet pussy, whimpering softly as you brushed against the hardened nub of your clit. God—you wished it was him. His fingers teasing your cunt, his tongue brushing over your nipple before grazing it with his teeth.

Clenching the duvet, that was covered in the musky, heavy scent of him, with white knuckles, it didn’t take long for you to reach the precipice. Biting your lip, almost painfully, you stifled a cry. The way your walls fluttered around your fingers, as your thighs clenched hard, and your toes curled into the soft sheets made you feel like you were flying. Writhing against the now too-warm bed, you felt that fuzzy, pleasurable feeling wash over you like the sun’s rays as you came back down. Touching yourself had never felt so good before—how could you go back to your normal nightly activities?

Slipping your hand from the sodden fabric, it was like your body was on autopilot. Your breathing slowed as your post-orgasm brain returned from the stratosphere. It wouldn’t hurt to close your eyes for just a minute. One minute, then you’d take off his too-soft sweater and get rid of any evidence that you’d even been here. One minute, then you’d go to your own room and lay down and go to sleep with your little secret.

Just one minute, then…

The lights were off in the silent house. Andy carefully allowed the heavy front door to close behind him, turning the deadbolt as he shut out the rest of the night. Running a hand over his scruff-covered chin, he let out an uninhibited yawn. The day had been long, the night even longer, and he longed for sleep. Leaving his briefcase in his office, and his rumpled jacket folded over his arm, he quietly padded up the stairs and down the hall.

With a gentle knock on Jacob’s door, and no answer in response, he quietly peered inside. A muss of brown hair rested on his pillow, barely visible under the plaid quilt that covered the bed. Jacob hadn’t snuck out since you’d taken on the task of nannying him, but Andy always liked to be certain, not quite trusting the little shit—and for good reason. Quietly closing the door, he continued down the hall before coming to rest in front of your room. He frowned, looking at the floor for that telltale strip of light that usually spilled from beneath the door and tattled to him that you were still awake, usually reading or listening to music or watching something on your laptop. 

You were a night owl, and it wasn’t even two in the morning; you never fell asleep this early unless you had an exam the next day and he knew that wasn’t the case. It was the weekend. He’d gotten to know your schedule intimately, getting a copy of your class and assignment schedule from you under the guise of staying in the loop. Truth be-told, he just wanted to know how your days went and where you were. Erring on the side of caution, he gently rapped a knuckle against your door, quietly murmuring your name just inches away from the wooden barrier, knowing you’d hear, if you were actually awake.

Met with silence, he felt a tug in his chest. He knew you weren’t the lightest sleeper; once when he’d apologized for doing lawn work on an early Saturday morning, you’d told him, with a sheepish blush, that you hadn’t even noticed the loud mower outside your window. Knocking once more, louder this time, he called your name with no response. Resting a hand on your doorknob, he hesitated. 

Though it was unspoken, he’d deemed your room off-limits…but what if you were hurt? Or sick? What if something had happened to you after Jacob went to bed? Talking himself out of walking away, he turned the cold, metal knob. The door opened silently and he hesitated before taking a step inside, his eyes searching the pitch black for your form. 

Adjusting to the dark, his eyes could make out the frilly pink sheets of your still-made bed. With a frown, he flicked on the light and took in the space that he’d only ever caught occasional glimpses of. Through the worry, there was a pique of intrigue. Everything was shades of pastel, a little stuffed bunny propped up against your pillow. It was all so innocent and girly. Sweet and saccharine, just like you.

A light on your nightstand got his attention; a lump in his throat, and the bulge in his tight slacks, grew as the shape registered. Nope, it wasn’t your phone. Fuck. A little vibrator rested on your bedside table, and he had to bite his lip to stifle a groan. He’d heard the quiet vibrations through your shared wall before but seeing the culprit and everything else was something new entirely.

He always knew you were girly, loving cute things and being just as sweet, but you— 

You were missing.

He didn’t have time to jerk off as he tried to remedy all of the new things he’d learned about your bedroom. Muttering a curse under his breath, he adjusted his rapidly hardening cock before taking a step back and taking a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he gathered himself. He had to get a fucking grip—he argued against murderers for a living, for Christ’s sake. Would your vibrator and sweet little bedroom really be his downfall?

Your car was still in the driveway—you weren’t in the living room and the den had been dark when he’d come in as well. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he quickly found you listed under his favorites and allowed it to dial. His brow furrowed when he heard a quiet sound from the next room over. In just three strides, he was in front of his room and with one more, he was inside as the phone call went to voicemail.

The lamp in the corner of his room illuminated the space, as well as your sleeping form that was sprawled over the center of his king-sized bed. A cocktail of relief and arousal flooded him at once. You were safe. You were home.

But you were also in his bed. And aside from his sweater, only wearing a pair of satin-y, baby pink panties that were molded perfectly to your ass which he could plainly see in the warm light that filled the room. You rested on your belly, fingers gripping his pillow beneath your head tight, with one leg hiked up the mattress as you snuggled into the plush bedding. Closing the door quietly behind him, his legs carried him over to the bed without a second thought. His eyes trailed over your relaxed body and affection almost made the corner of his lips tick upwards.

You looked so sweet, your eyes closed gently as your thick lashes brushed your soft cheek. That sweetness was cut when he noticed a damp patch on your panties and the way that soft sighs of sleepy pleasure slipped from your lips as you rocked your hips into the mattress, oblivious to your newfound audience as some dream played out behind your eyelids.

The aquamarine of his eyes caught fire as he watched you shift in your sleep. Draping his jacket over the armchair in the corner of his room, he stalked across the room, pausing as he landed beside the bed. Straight, white teeth digging into his lip, he held back a groan as you shifted, seeking out comfort as his sweater rode up to your waist, revealing more of you to his starving gaze. 

He could feel his cock throb at the sight of you and he was almost certain that no amount of deep breathing could resolve it. He needed you out of there before he blew a load in his pants like a fucking teenager. Tucking his length in to the waistband of his boxer-briefs, he carefully sat down beside you. The foam mattress didn’t move you in the slightest and he mumbled a curse under his breath before resting a hand on your thigh, giving you a gentle shake as he softly murmured, “Sweetheart?”

A little groan slipped through your lips, your eyes squeezing shut tighter as you held on to the clouds of sleep that still filled your head. Turning over, you mumbled something incomprehensible before your breathing leveled back out. 

Looking at his hand still resting on your smooth thigh, he resisted the urge to give the cushion of your skin a soft squeeze. Slowly trailing his eyes up your frame, his eyes darkened. Your nipples strained against the light knit material, begging to be pinched and laved. If you tempted him when you were awake, wandering the house in those tiny shorts and tight tops, watching you sleep was another circle of hell where he was condemned only to look but never to touch.

You two had danced around one another since you’d met at that liquor store. How could he know you wanted it as badly as he did?

“Princess,” Andy tried once more, his thumb brushing back and forth over your leg as he spoke at a normal volume, “Wake up for me, sweetheart.”

He watched the way your nose crinkled slightly in your sleep and a small smile spread across his lips. It was as if your subconscious was absorbing his words, blocking them from reaching your conscious mind and waking you up. As he gave your leg one more gentle shake, you let out a quiet, whiny groan consisting of one word, “Daddy…”

Andy couldn’t help the way his grip on you tightened at the two-syllable word, the little blood that was left in his head, rushing to his groin. Fuck—there was no mistaking that. He barely noticed the way his hand had drifted further up your leg; he needed to touch you more, to see all of you.

You’d just called him daddy.

He could be your daddy for tonight. 

Or, for as long as you’d allow him. 

Clearing his throat, he gave one last, half-hearted attempt at waking you, “Baby?”

“Daddy, please…” You breathed out, your fingers gripping the soft blankets as your dreams continued to roll like a film reel, unaware of the way that their subject’s hand had drifted up to your hip, toying with the elastic edge of the only barrier separating him from you. Your voice was so innocent as you whimpered out, “Need you, daddy…”

At that, it didn’t take long for Andy to slip down the bed, gently parting your already spread legs further, leaving enough space for him to lay between them. With a tentative hand, he brushed his thumb over the wet spot that had darkened the light fabric of your panties, begging for his attention. Your hips jerked as he dragged his finger down the cleft of your folds and a low chuckle gently shook the bed.

“Shh…” He shushed your soft whimper, watching as your brows drew together, seeking out the feeling again and rocking your hips upward. 

Fuck—he’d wanted this since he saw you standing in that dark store. You’d looked so sweet in your little, frilly pastel dress, your exposed décolletage shining with some body shimmer that smelled like vanilla, even from a foot away. That was you; always so sweet, so good.

Pressing a gentle kiss to the center of your covered, private area, feeling the dampness against his slightly parted lips, he hummed softly, reassuringly as his thumb continued to drift up and down that same spot tortuously, “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.” 

You spent all your time doing things for everyone else: your family, your friends, him, his son—when was the last time that you’d been taken care of? When was the last time you’d let your walls down enough to even allow it?

In that blissful twilight of sleep, you were so soft, vulnerable and receptive to his care. You’d allow it, even if you didn’t know you were.

Holding his breath, trying to stay as silent and as still as possible, Andy gently rolled the lacy, elastic band down your legs as his eyes stayed trained on your face for any hint that you were coming around. Gently maneuvering your sleep-laden limbs, spreading your legs wider for him to fit between, you barely shifted as he draped your legs over his broad shoulders.

Running a finger down the bare, sensitive skin of your puffy slit, he groaned as he collected the proof of your arousal on the tip of his digit. “Oh, sweetheart…” Using his thumbs, he gently spread the petals of your sex and had to bite his lip to stifle himself from cursing at the sight. The low light glistened against the wetness that clung to your skin as your hips shifted and your brows pulled together, feeling the cold air brush against your exposed clit. He cooed, “You’re so wet, baby. This all for me? All for Daddy?”

“Mm…” You mumbled, your cheek pressed against the pillow as your hands drifted up your body, dragging the hem of his sweater up over your tummy slowly. You could feel the last glowing embers of sleep slowly dying, with each brush against your skin pushing you back towards the waking world but you were so comfortable. You were enrobed in Andy’s scent, that sweet smoke that made you feel like nothing bad could happen to you as long as it was near.

Andy’s thumb brushed against your swollen bundle of nerves and he let out a low, dark chuckle as your hips gave a sudden jerk at the direct stimulation. Not wanting to torture you—not yet at least—he traced circles around the bud, careful not to touch it directly again. After several moments, he carefully slipped one finger inside, finding no resistance if your state of need. Giving it a few, agonizingly slow, experimental pumps, he watched hungrily as his digit glistened with your wetness each time it slid out.

With his eyes trained on your blissful expression, he gently slipped in a second, longer finger beside the first and watched hungrily as your body adjusted to the new sensation, a soft whimper breaking through your parted lips at the stretch; his fingers were far larger than your own. 

“Daddy’s going to eat your sweet pussy, baby.” As his fingers hooked upwards gently, they pressed teasingly against the spongy pillow of your g-spot, your hips bucking forward again at the sudden pressure that made your squeeze around him. You were balancing on the precipice of wakefulness now, one foot still in that perfect dreamland and the other stepping towards the seemingly real, gentle brushes against your skin.

With a gentle kiss pressed to your hip bone, his tongue finally licked a broad, languid stripe through your folds from your entrance to the red button of your clit that continued to beg for his attention. “Fuck, you taste like candy…” Watching the way your tight hole clenched around nothing; he immediately imagined filling it with his cock, Andy groaned, “Sweetest little cunt I’ve ever had.”

Closing his eyes, he groaned as he leaned back down, using his tongue to lave over your sensitive skin; he needed to taste you. Sleep was slipping away, and you weren’t certain if it was a dream when your hands threaded through a head of hair that rested at the apex of your thighs. The grip of your fingers tightened almost painfully in his hair as his lips finally wrapped around you swollen clit, giving it a hard suck before letting it go. The scrape of your nails over his scalp mixed a quick lick of pain into his pleasure.

“Oh god—fuck!” You felt your body begin to shake as an orgasm barreled towards you, forcing your sleepy eyes to finally open.

“Watch your language, princess.” Andy’s eyes found yours open and he grinned wolfishly at the surprise and arousal that filled your expression, “Good girls don’t talk like that.”

The wet muscle dipped inside your channel, his nose nudging against your clit before he dragged his tongue slowly up again to the swollen nub. He traced the tip around it before sucking hard then soft and letting go and repeating the movement again and again. He could feel your body tensing as an orgasm quickly approached and he slipped his fingers back into your soaking cunt, your thighs quivering at the added feeling.

“Andy—ah!” A whine was pulled from your throat, silencing your sweetly confused question as you fell over the edge.  

He grinned against your skin at the shattered cry, sucking your clit just slightly harder than a moment earlier before gently scraping his teeth over it and making your thighs squeeze around his head. He murmured against your wet pussy, his voice sending vibrations through your body, “What’s my name, baby?”

Your mind was floating away and all you could concentrate on was his touch and the way he made you feel so little and taken care of as he played with you. Shaking your head, your sweet voice came out shakily, “I don’t—”

“I know I haven’t made you that stupid, baby.” His thumb circled your clit, tugging up on the hood of it and exposing the pearl to his greedy eyes before they flicked back up to yours as you leaned up on your elbows to watch him, “What’s my name?”

Capturing it between his lips, he sucked hard, and you felt the wetness dripping from your hole onto his duvet, “Daddy!” You finally cried out, failing to silence yourself as he dipped his tongue into your entrance, collapsing back onto the bed as he played you like a violin, feeding off your every reaction. “God! Oh—feels so good…Daddy, please!” There was a pout on your lips that contrasted with the way your hips rocked against his every touch, unsure if you wanted him closer or to stop the sensations that were becoming too much.

“You like when Daddy plays with your princess parts while you sleep? Yeah?” He let out another deep chuckle against your cunt as a little chirp was pulled from you at his naughty words. He continued lowly, “You know I had to when I found this beautiful little girl in my bed, cunt soaked and waiting for me to come home.” 

You moved your hips, chasing that pleasure with each changing angle. The sounds were almost depraved; every lick of his tongue and brush of his fingers forced a wet noise into the room that was mostly quiet aside from the constant melody of your breathy moans.

His hips rocked into the mattress, seeking out his own pleasure as you whimpered, “Fuck, that’s my good girl—wearing my sweater and those slutty, little panties. Gonna keep those, baby. Never getting them back.” Slipping two fingers back into your tight cunt, he pumped them as his mouth focused on your little pearl, “Now come for me again, sweetheart.”

“Can’t!” You cried out, your lip quivering as your second climax barreled towards you, and you shook your head, begging, “No! Too sensitive, daddy…”

“You wanna be sensitive?” He landed a smack to your overworked button with three fingers.

“No!” You whimpered, feeling tears well in your eyes, sniffling as the pleasure made your body shake. 

“Better make that sweet little pussy squeeze my fingers or Daddy’s gonna give you a lot more than this…” With dark eyes, he watched as the pleasure finally took hold once again, dragging you under.

“Daddy!” You whimpered as he pressed against your g-spot with two thick fingers, sucking your clit at the same time and shoving you over the edge. Your fingers tightened in his hair as you finally squealed, “Oh! I’m coming!”

You felt your walls flutter as he helped your body ride the crest of the wave of your second orgasm, licking you slowly as a new flood of wetness coated his tongue like a nectar that he never wanted to stop drinking. He could live and die between your thighs, happily.

Your toes curled as your thighs clenched around his head, it was almost as if you were trying to force Andy away when the stimulation became too much but he held your thighs open despite the pleasured cries that filled the. room.

“That’s it…Good girl, sweetheart.” He murmured, helping you come down from the edge that you’d been balancing on for far too long. Watching through half-hooded eyes, you hummed softly as he rubbed your still trembling thigh with one hand and cleaned the fingers of his other with his mouth, a sly smirk on his full lips.

“I…” You trailed off, your cheeks burning as you finally came back from that floaty place where your head had been since waking.

‘Holy shit.’

Covering your body with his, your eyes widened innocently before he caught your lips in a surprisingly soft kiss. He tasted like whiskey and you, and it felt like a drug that you’d easily become addicted to. Andy’s hand landing a smack on your ass made you jump, pulling away from the kiss that had lulled you into a false sense of security.

He chuckled as you let out a quiet whine at the sting his hand left behind, sitting back up and undoing his belt with dark eyes that were still focused on you, “Now get that little ass in the air. It’s time to let Daddy use this sweet little hole, princess.”

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[theweirdgoodbyes]

“C’mon, lemme help you. You’re breakin’ my heart.”

It’s a Thursday night, the Eagles are playing against the Patriots, and Babe Heffron is one miserable son of a bitch. He had called Bill for an emergency meeting after a particularly gruesome day at work, which including him chasing a student eloping out of the building and down the streets of Philadelphia in 15 degree weather. Why administration hadn’t listened to him about needing locks on his doors, he’ll never understand. Babe ended the day freezing, frustrated, and with a pile of paperwork. He loved his job as a special education teacher, and loved making a difference in young lives. But days like today always brought him back to their familiar spot, The Currahee, much needed beer in hand. One beer had turned into two, and then three, and then Babe lamenting his lonely existence as a perpetually single gay man.

“Pussy hound Bill Guarnere wants to help me pick up a guy? Has hell frozen over?” Babe asks sarcastically, pressing two fingers to the pulse in his neck, “Am I dead?”

“Shaddup. Don’t act like the guys wouldn’t go crazy over me.”

Babe leans forward, reaching out to pat Bill’s arm, “Oh, baby, you drive me crazy alright.”

Babe would do anything for Bill Guarnere. When they were sixteen, and Babe finally understood why he didn’t look at girls the way other guys did, he was terrified to tell Bill that he was gay. Bill, all rough edges and macho energy, had been his best friend since the first day of kindergarten. “You tryna play?” Bill had barked at him the moment Babe stepped into the classroom, still clinging to his mother’s legs. From that moment on the two of them were inseparable. The idea of losing Bill was scarier than anything he could think of, and it took Babe months and several pep talks in the mirror to muster up the courage. So one fateful night, as they drank some stolen beers on Babe’s childhood trampoline, Babe just blurted it out.

“Bill, I like guys.”

Bill was silent for a moment, before tossing his beer over the netting and rolling on top of Babe to envelop him in a giant hug. Babe hugged him back and fought back tears against his shoulder, comforted by Bill’s gruff assurances that best friends forever meant forever. Ten years later, here they are, still thick as thieves, and Bill is adamant that all of Babe’s problems will be solved by getting laid.

“Alright, ‘nough of the funny business,” Bill puts his hands up, as serious as he could ever be. “You want my help or not? I’m tired of listenin’ to you piss and moan over what’s his face.”

“Henry,” Babe sighs, thinking of his ex boyfriend. They had only dated for the summer while Henry was doing an internship in the area. He had gone back to Buffalo in August, and Babe’s love life has been bleak since.

“Yeah, Fuckface McGee, him. You were too good for him, Babe, didn’t I always tell you that?” Bill raises a furry eyebrow, forgetting that according to him Babe was too good for every boyfriend he’s had. He had also taken up the obnoxious but well-meaning habit of running every guy Babe had ever spoken to through the database at the police station, with something as small as a speeding ticket enough to make him concerned. “How long have you known me?”

“Too damn long.”

“And have I ever steered you wrong?”

Before Babe can open his mouth, Bill points at him with a shake of his head, “Don’t answer that. Take a good look around this bar and take your pick. Daddy’s gonna help you.”

Babe looks around the bar. It’s a freezing night in January, so it’s only regulars like him and Bill who have no better place to be. He scans past familiar faces until he sees someone he doesn’t recognize.

“Him.”

Bill turns to look. This stranger is sitting at the bar, eyes laser-focused on the game playing above him. Babe can’t make out the color, but can feel the intensity in them from across the room. He’s got a short crop of black hair to match his furrowed brows, a bit of stubble, and lips that Babe is very interested in seeing up close.

“That guy? The little one with the face?”

“He’s not little.”

“You think he’s on your team?”

Babe keeps looking at this handsome stranger, taking more of him in. His gaydar has always been horrible, highlighted by the confident kiss he had once given his buddy Welsh only to gently be told that friends is all they would ever be. Babe runs on the assumption because it’s 2024, and the world is a much more accepting place than it was ten years ago, that trying to hit on a straight guy isn’t the worst thing that could happen. The stranger is still wearing his coat, despite the stuffy bar air, arms crossed and hands tucked under his armpits like he’s cold. He’s found a lonely corner of the bar, and the drink in front of him is empty. He’s got an air about him that’s says “leave me the fuck alone”, and Babe sees him shake his head when the bartender goes over. Maybe he’s getting ready to leave, he thinks. Babe starts to second guess himself, and begins looking around to see his other options. Handsome Stranger’s mysterious vibe is intriguing, but the possibility of rejection would put Babe in the ground after his rough day.

“I’m goin’ in,” Bill stands up before Babe can protest and struts over to the bar, misplaced confidence oozing out of him.

Babe can only watch in horror as Bill plops himself down next to Handsome Stranger, sticks out a meaty hand, and begins to jabber away. He decides that’s all he needs to see and sets his sight on the nearest TV just in time to watch the Eagles make a touchdown. At least it’s a good day for the Bird Gang.

A moment passes and Babe finds the courage to look back at the bar. He sees Bill stomping back over to him, face contorted in a scowl that Babe is all too familiar with. The conversation cannot have gone in his favor. The guy is definitely straight, potentially homophobic based on Bill’s visible anger.

“What did he say?” Babe dares to ask. He puts his glass to his lips, praying for a miracle.

“First of all, kid must be fuckin’ blind because he took one look at me and says ‘Absolutely not’.”

Babe chokes on his beer, sputtering foam all over the table. He pounds his chest with his fist, willing himself to breathe through his laughter. It’s not often that Bill faces rejection, and the obvious wound to his ego is something Babe will savor for years to come.

“So I says, ‘Listen, toots’-“

Babe’s laughter is cut short and he groans, because of course Bill would make an ass of himself, and by extension, Babe. “Bill, no, you did not call him ‘toots’-“

“I says, ‘first of all, you ain’t my type, with the lack of tits and that pissy pout-“

“BILL!”

“-and you ain’t for me, you’re for the poor fucker sittin’ over here’”, Bill plops back down in his chair, shaking his head. He finishes his beer and sighs, like the interaction has exhausted him, “And then I walked away before I punched him in the mouth.”

Babe just drops his head down on the table. This isn’t the first time Bill has been an absolute beast in public, and it certainly won’t be the last. Babe’s minuscule dream of a night not spent alone has been dashed.

“You need a muzzle,” he mumbles to the wood, “I’m gonna have to tie you to the pole outside. Put up a sign that says, ‘please don’t pet me, I bite’.”

“Don’t be a prick. Can’t say I didn’t tr-“

“Hey.”

Babe looks up and Jesus Christ, Handsome Stranger is standing right in front of him. Although the bar is quieter than usual, the man had appeared with such silence that Babe wonders if he appeared out of thin air. He can barely believe this is real, certain that the guy was either straight or so repulsed by Bill that all hope was lost.

“Hey,” he squeaks out. Oh, Christ. He clears his throat and repeats himself, “Hey.”

The guy stares at him with those dark eyebrows still furrowed, like he’s looking at something under a microscope. Suddenly self-conscious under his unrelenting gaze, Babe runs his hand over his forehead, trying to rub away any red mark that might be left from slamming his head down.

God, up close he really is hot. His eyes are somewhere between blue and grey, complimented by the blue scrubs he’s wearing under his coat. Babe feels his cheeks turning as red as his hair, but unable to look away from those unblinking eyes. Over the hum of distant conversations and game commentary, Babe wonders if Handsome Stranger can hear his heart thumping out of his chest.

“You his friend?” He sticks a thumb at Bill, who immediately straightens up.

“His best friend, actu-“

“Give me your phone.”

Babe could fall out of his chair. There’s no way.

“My what?”

“Your phone. It’s right there.” Handsome Stranger points to where it rests on the table next to Babe’s glass.

“Oh, yeah, sure, here.” Babe scrambles to grab his phone and unlock it, handing it over quicker than he would like to admit.

The stranger taps at it and then quickly types something in and hands it back to Babe. He looks to see his contacts open, with a new addition: Eugene Roe. He doesn’t recognize the area code, explaining why he’s never seen this Eugene before tonight.

“Cool beans,” is all Babe can think to say because holy shit, he did not expect Bill to actually pull through with this. When he looks up again, Eugene Roe is gone. He looks to the door just in time to see it swing shut, catching a quick glimpse of white sneakers walking away.

Bill gives him a shit eat grinning and grabs his shoulders to give him a rough shake.

“Cool beans? What are you, fuckin’ twelve?”

“I panicked,” Babe defends himself. He can’t help but smile and looks back at his phone. He wonders if it would make him seem desperate to text him right now. Yeah, it would, he decides, maybe he’ll wait an hour-

Bill cackles, a sound that shocks Babe back into reality. “Never say I never did nothin’ for you, even though that guy is already on thin fuckin’ ice with me. Now go buy me a beer. The king is thirsty.”

Babe happily obliges, making his way over to the bar in a half-daze. While the bartender pours Bill’s beer, Babe looks back over to where his handsome no-longer a stranger was sitting. Eugene Roe, he thinks, who are you?

(Now posted on my ao3 with some edits! https://archiveofourown.org/works/53977666#work_endnotes)

#wrote this because wingman Bill had the potential for such chaos #as of right now this is a one shot but we shall see what happens! #fanfic #fanfiction #band of brothers #hbo war #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fanfiction #baberoe #eugene roe #babe heffron #bill guarnere #modern au #Maddie writes

[sethsclearwater]

PLEASEEEE casual dominance with poly paulxreaderxseth

obsessed with this trio concept😩

"hey," paul tutted, scooping you off the counter and gently setting you down in front of him, "gonna hurt yourself doing that."

you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked up to him, a pout adorning your face, "don't always need help - 'm jus' trying to grab a glass."

paul rolled his eyes at that, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips giving away that he wasn't actually mad at you, "princess," he sighed, cupping your jaw with his hand, "just ask next time, yea?" he conceded, smiling when you nodded, stepping up on your tip-toes to press a quick kiss to his lips.

seth, who had been watching the entire interaction from his place at the kitchen table, chuckled, "you ready to go to my mom's?" he asked softly, getting up and grabbing his coat as he waited for your response.

"'course i'm ready!" you exclaimed, bounding over to him, bursting into a fit of giggles when he caught you in his arms, hugging you tightly to his chest.

he pressed his lips to your hair before releasing. you immediately went to head out the front door but he tugged at your hand and pulled you back to him, "aren't you forgetting something?" he asked softly, eyeing your coat that was draped over his forearm.

you smiled bashfully, nodding, and allowed him to help you into your coat. "always forgetting something." paul teased as he walked past the two of you and out towards the car.

you blushed, smiling shyly up at seth who cradled your face in his hands and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, "love you anyways though." seth added teasingly.

#maddie writes #sethsclearwater #seth clearwater imagine #seth clearwater #seth clearwater blurb #paul lahote blurb #paul lahote imagine #twilight poly imagine #twilight poly blurb

[maddiefriendlovesbilly]

My only explanation for this is that you should definitely read A Small Slice of Ethereal P.I.E. And its sequel Of Wandering Souls and Those Left Behind on ao3 or wattpad by enderamethyst (self promo)

#sequel only on ao3 for now as its my preferred platform lol #ill try porting it tho ig /shudders in disgust at wattpad’s creation methods/ #maddie draws #maddie writes #assoep #NEW CHAOS TAG YEAHH #Ohohohoh #emergency rename of the sequel for TRULY COMPLICATED reasons #thankfully I already had a sequel name drafted up #also ​no I still cant draw cowboy hats Im sorry #venturiantale #taleblr #jimmy casket #maxwell acachalla #vt pie #paranormal investigators extraordinaire #johnny ghost #evil laugh I can tengentially tag him muahahahhahahaha

[donteattheappleshook]

Captain Swan Fics Masterpost

List below the cut

Find me on Ao3 as donteattheappleshook

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Mature widower with good home wishes to make acquaintance of a hardworking girl or widow. No children. Object matrimony. When Emma Swan flees scandal in New York to marry a man she’s never met in Storybrooke, Montana, she doesn’t have any illusions of finding love. But when she’s picked up at the station by Killian Jones, it finds her regardless. Despite sharing his home, his bed, and his heart, she can never truly be his.

Rated M.

Not Broken At All

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Season 1 Neverland AU. Emma is still trying to adjust to her new life as Sheriff of Storybrooke and mom to Henry, who still believes everyone in town is a fairytale creature. When she finds a badly beaten, one handed man while patrolling, she's convinced he's crazy. he is, after all, rambling about fairies and shadows and crocodiles. But when Henry is suddenly taken by what Emma swears (but can't believe) was a shadow, the madman in the hospital might be her only hope of getting her son back. Whether he likes it or not.

Rated M.

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(not so) young, drunk and alone

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“Swan, it’s me. ‘M so sorry I ‘avnent called for… September, October, Nov… three months. Shit that’s too many months. ‘M sorry but I need your help. The sherrffeff won’t let me leave. He says you have to pick me up - well not you but ‘ynow someone. I don’t know anyone else. Oh! It’s Killian by the way. Killian Jones. I don’t know how many Killians you know but I’m that one. The dickhead who ghosted you. ‘Nway, if you could call me back that would be just - awesome. Yur prolly not gonna call me back. I wouldn’t call me back. ‘Nway… yeah. It’s Killian. Thanks.” 

Rated (light) M

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Barefoot in the wildest winter

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She wasn’t supposed to come back. It had been a stupid plan, thinking she could get in and out of Storybrooke without anyone knowing she was here. Just catch the skip, bring him in and go back to Boston without her brother finding out that she’d lied about not being able to come home for Christmas like she did every year. There’s some kind of cosmic joke being made at her expense. There has to be for this day and this storm to have led her here of all places, on tonight of all nights.The walk to the building feels all too familiar and she struggles to push back the memories of the last time she was here as she works up the nerve to make her way up the stairs, to knock on the door. There’s still time to run. “Swan?” “Hey, Killian.”

Rated M (E?)

Hello, again

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Killian never saw a lover more than once, never called a past encounter again after he or she had left, never even got their phone number. He never said hello a second time. All he was every interested in since the loss of his wife was a single night.

Emma had rules. She only ever went to bed with strangers. She didn’t do relationships or friends with benefits or second nights. She’d learned young how dangerous feelings could be.

Neither had ever met another person so clearly uninterested in any kind of romantic relationship as themselves, with so impossible a risk of developing affection. So in the history of attempts at truly casual sex, this might be the first time it could actually work.

A silver!Hook AU

Rated E.

Give me my yesterdays

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Neal was a great dad. He took care of her and Henry, he showed up to every track and field race, he was home for every holiday. She wasn’t unhappy. She had her family and her friends. It was fine. It was enough. Until her son went off to college and her husband started working late, and a twenty-something year old moved in next door.

Rated M.

The Dick Pic Debacle

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“Alright, what the hell is wrong with you two?” Will finally demanded. “Emma saw my dick and now it’s awkward.” Belle nearly choked on her drink. “She what? How?” “Neal sent her a dick pic. So I sent one back to get him to piss off. Emma found it by accident.”

Rated E.

It Was Only a Kiss

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Neverland may kill her. If it’s not her fear for Henry, then it will her exhaustion, or her doubt, or the overwhelming despair that she’ll never get out of here alive, that she’ll fail her son, that she’ll fail everyone. There’s only one thing she’s found that can silence it all, that can make her feel real again. She shouldn’t be seeking comfort in Hook. She shouldn’t, but she does. It was only a kiss. That was all it was supposed to be. But now that she’s started, she doesn’t think she can stop. Not now that she knows what it’s like. Canon Divergent. 

Rated E.

She Came from the Water

Ao3

Ch 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 Bonus

Between his dissatisfying job, a constant battle to keep seeing his daughter, and a history of mistakes, losses, and broken dreams, Killian Jones has no place for magic in his life. But when he pulls in his fishing nets one evening only to find a woman caught in them, his life becomes infinitely more complicated. Is she a siren, a selkie, like his daughter believes, or just another lost soul like himself? Suddenly, his life is a thing of fairytales; beautiful women hidden away in cottages, selkie husbands coming back to claim them, and, just maybe, a chance at happily ever after. Ondine AU. 

Rated M.

How long, love, before you go (part 4 of Lover of the Light)

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The story Killian and Emma told her parents in part 3, of how they met and fell in love.

This whole chapter is a completely self indulgent piece that nobody asked for but I needed to write...

Rated E

Dare I say forever... (part 3 of Lover of the Light)

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He’d turned the tavern upside down trying to find her, had scoured the streets for any sign of her golden hair, of the eyes he’d only just been gazing into. But she was nowhere, and the panic started to settle. No. No, it has to have worked. That was why they found the bloody star in the first place - light magic, no tricks, a wish that would send them both home. But she’s not with him.

The reunion of WishEmma and SilverWishHook after the events of Lover of the Light and Ghosts that we Knew. Also affectionately (and agressively) nicknamed Wish Baby

Rated E

Ghosts That We Knew (part 2 of Lover of the Light)

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What happened in Storybrooke during the events of Lover of the Light. Wish Emma had to go somewhere... 

Rated E.

Lover of the Light

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After the Evil Queen grants Emma’s wish to never be the Savior, she wakes up in the Enchanted Forest, suddenly the princess she never wanted to be. She wants her real life back, her real family back, and she knows there’s only one person she can count on to help her. A Wish Realm AU.  

Rated E.

Some Cupid Kills with Arrows

Ao3

Ch 1 2 3 4

Emma and Killian hate each other. They have since the night they met. Or at least since the morning after. So Emma is dreading having to deal with them being Maid of Honour and Best Man at her brother’s wedding. But, as their friends grow more and more annoyed at their constant bickering and a masquerade Stag and Doe turns everything on it’s head, the entire bridal party come to a startling realisation: Emma and Killian might just be perfect for each other. With a little scheming and some well-timed chaos, maybe they can stop yelling at each other long enough to realise it too. Much Ado About Nothing AU. 

Rated M. 

There is a Pirate in the Dungeon

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There is a pirate in the dungeon. All the serving girls are too afraid to go down the steps and bring him his meal. All but one.

This fic is based on a beautiful little story from The Starless Sea that just screamed of Captain Swan so strongly that I couldn't resist. Rated T.

I Don’t Want to Wait Till Christmas (To Love You)

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Emma’s done something stupid. She’s told her mom that she has a boyfriend and has promised to bring him home for Christmas dinner. The problem is she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she hasn’t even had a real date in twelve years. Luckily, her best friend, Killian Jones, is there to help - even if he has to make her online dating profile himself. AU. 

Rated M.

I Know

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Inspired by @carpedzem’s beautiful artwork. Emma hasn’t been in many sword fights in her life but she’s won them all. Well, almost all of them. All of them except that one in Neverland with Killian. But she did beat him at Lake Nostos… right? 

Rated T.

Playacting

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Emma has finally left her awful boyfriend after nearly a decade. But when he makes her meet him in a bar to pick up the last of her stuff, she risks falling victim to his usual tactics of sending her crawling back to him. Thankfully, the handsome bartender is there to lend a hand. A fake-boyfriend AU. Heavily Anti-Neal so don’t read if that’s not your thing. 

Rated E.

Your Pole or Mine

Ao3

(I can’t find it on tumblr) 

Chapter 1 by @hollyethecurious​ Chapter 2 by me

Killian hadn’t really had a chance to make his neighbor’s acquaintance since he’d moved in a few weeks ago, but he had seen her often enough to know how very much he wished for an introduction. Not just because she was stunningly beautiful with her long blonde hair, bright green eyes, and creamy complexion, but because he felt they likely had quite a bit in common, given the odd hours they both seemed to keep. Her current predicament with her parcel might finally afford him the opportunity to connect with her in a more meaningful way than simple waves and muttered hellos. That is, until said parcel caused him to voice the assumption he’d held about her vocation; that her occupation might be the same as his own. Turns out the late nights, provocative outfits, and arrival of a fitness dance pole did not mean what he thought it did.

“You think I’m a stripper?”

Bloody Hell.

Rated E. 

Scrabble and a Great Many Other Things

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Anonymous AU Prompt: Emma pushed Killian away when he confessed his feelings to her. He’s finally returned home, a bit broken by the world. Will she finally have the guts to tell him what she always regretted not saying? 

Rated T.

Seal of Approval

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Prompt: Captain Swan and Snowing go on a double date during the six weeks of quiet in season 4. 

Rated M.

Some Fairytale Bliss

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Set during Operation Mongoose: Part 2. Missing scene. Emma decides to teach the shy deckhand a thing or two about swordplay. Fluffy smut. Cannon(ish). 

Rated E.

Of Cars and Bars

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When Emma Swan is offered the chance to go on tour as an opener for one of the most popular up and coming bands of the decade, the last thing she expects is to find that the lead guitarist is the stranger she had a one night stand with five years ago. Musicians AU. 

Rated E.

Stone Hearts

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Emma should have known. She should have known that they couldn’t just go to the underworld and not suffer any consequences. She should have known they’d bring something back with them. Cannon Divergent after 5x21 Last Rites. No Hyde. No serum. No Evil Queen split. No prophecy. No season 6. 

Rated M. 

Just Human Volume 2

Ao3

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SEQUEL A continuation of my CSSNS2018 story Just Human. Now that Killian is [redacted for spoilers] and Mary Margaret knows everything, what does life have in store for a group of supernatural misfits? With the threat of Gold gone, Emma learns that sometimes just being human is the most complicated challenge of all. Being Human AU. 

Rated M. 

Just Human

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After her death, Emma wakes up in her home, unable to be seen or heard by anyone. She resigns herself to this lifeless existence until one day, two men move into the house she haunts - and somehow, they can see her. A ghost, a vampire, and a werewolf living under one roof, what could possibly go wrong? Being Human AU. 

Rated T.

The Gardener

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Emma runs every morning, and the day she runs through the neighborhood where Killian is landscaping turns into something so much more than a daily bit of eye candy. Based on a prompt I can no longer find that was something like “You run by my house every morning and I make sure I’m outside every morning to see you”. Modern AU. 

Rated T.

More

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Neverland Smut! Set between 3x07 and 3x08. Emma needs the reminder that Killian is alive and well. The fact that Neal is sleeping six feet away doesn’t matter. Neverland Renaissance. 

Rated E.

Six Weeks

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A Daddy!Killian one shot. Emma has been acting weird ever since they brought their daughter home. Not what you think it is. Cannon(ish). 

Rated E.

Check Ups

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A series of missing scene from 2x12 “In the Name of the Brother”. Emma keeps checking on Hook in the hospital. She just wants to make sure Gold hasn’t killed him. And that he hasn’t escaped. That’s it. She swears. Cannon Divergent: Missing Scene. 

Rated T.

Pillow Talk

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A post-coital captain swan get talking which leads to some interesting discoveries on both parts. And some challenges. Cannon(ish).

Rated E.

A Woman of Action

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Emma may not have been a woman of words but she didn’t need to be – not with him. But she was definitely a woman of action. A little fic about Emma appreciating her man. Cannon(ish). 

Rated E.

#all my fics in one tidy little place #maddie writes #captain swan #cs fanfic #captain swan fanfic #cs ff

[madgirlmuahaha]

Question of the day: do I or don’t I add a secret cabal of lesbian battle nuns to my gothic-horror-comedy vampire/mad scientist AU?

Like, even if I do, they won’t show up until the end of the second ‘arc’. And I don’t know what they would do aside from adding a strong dose of gay angst, and my vampires have enough enemies lying in wait for them without any hunters specifically targeting them.

But man, that gay angst is really calling to me.

#Maddie writes #I swear I’m not procrastinating on the next chapter of Flowers of Antimony #but like. I want to make sure the tension’s just right #I blame WWDITS for reigniting my obsession for gay angsty vampires with complicated relationships with vampire hunters #like I didn’t originally have a plan to include Adora in FOA but the opening is RIGHT THERE

[crepuscura]

maddie's masterlist of original works

last updated: December 6th, 2022

a note from the author: hi! most, if not all of these works are whump or hurt/comfort. inherently, this means they are dark fics. i will put warnings before each fic and tag each one with the possibly triggering things they contain to help you avoid reading something that makes you, specifically, uncomfortable.

i'm not going to police your online experience. i am not your caretaker. if you ignore this warning, that is your fault and i genuinely do not care what that outcome entails for you.

my ao3 is polkmydot — feel free to go peruse my stories at your leisure <3

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it was going to be a long night || ao3

“So, this is how it ends,” Rowan thought to herself. She nearly chuckled, hunching over and pressing the palms of her hands to her eyes, “At least hypothermia is more forgiving than the blade of a knife.”

consider your verbage || ao3

“Have you learned your lesson yet, pet?” Agrona asked; Auden could hear the smile in her voice.

He steeled himself to respond with snark, determined not to let her see just how weak he truly felt, when the heavy wooden doors sealing Auden in what he felt would be his tomb cracked open, hitting the gothic stone walls with a thud.

That was when the color fully drained from Auden’s face.

sweet dreams || ao3

Losing control of his temper, Auden gnashed his teeth at Kedron, throwing his weight forward in a last-ditch effort to save himself. Kedron easily caught his jaw in his hand, pressing his thumb and forefinger tightly into the hollows of Auden’s cheeks, holding his mouth open.

“Now, say ‘ah!’” Kedron taunted, and shoved the dripping rag into Auden’s waiting mouth.

we've got work to do || ao3

“Stay– stay away– from me,” she uttered through heaving breaths. She could feel her skin starting to tingle, a funny numbness twinkling at her fingertips.

“I just want to help you,” the girl said again, taking another step towards Nell.

“I said– no!” Nell shouted, picking up her pillow and tossing it at the encroacher.

“Why don’t you let me handle this one, dollface?” a different voice crooned. Or at least, Nell thought it was a different voice. It also kind of still sounded like the girl in front of her. Shit, was she already going insane?

to the tempo of her screams || ao3

“What do I have to do to get you to let me go?” Twyla asked, still wary of Merodach, but ultimately tired and desperate to leave.

He paused, relaxing his stance and tapping his chin in a show of contemplation. After a moment, he dropped his arm, clasping his hands together behind him and leaning forward toward when Twyla was shackled to the wall. A sinister smile peeked out from underneath his thick mustache, “All you need to do is rediscover who you truly are."

that stupid maze || ao3

Slade swore to himself, dropping his head, trying to rack his brain for any other ideas on how to get out. And that’s when he saw it.

Resting innocuously beneath one of the hedge walls was Zach’s favorite baseball cap. The dork almost never took that thing off. Slade bent down and picked it up, tuning it over in his hands, wondering why the hell Zach would leave it behind.

perhaps tomorrow you'll be more lively || ao3

“Are you angry, my sweet?” Damia’s low, mollifying voice murmured. There was no malice, only curiosity.

Rowan shook her head ‘no’ once as another tear slipped out.

“Oh, my dear, none of that now,” she soothed, wiping the fresh trail away. “It just shows you how much I love having you at my fingertips.”

pour me my usual? || ao3

“Go? Go where?” Sadie asked, not caring about the looks she was getting this time. She had a bad feeling about this.

Sadie pushed away from the bar and stood up from the stool she was on. A look of surprise washed over her face. She hadn’t told her body to do that. Her body was doing that on its own.

“Oh, thank Lucifer, finally,” Narkissa moaned in ecstasy, “I was worried I’d never get control of your stupid little body.”

growing increasingly restless in your absence || ao3

“I just don’t get it,” she muttered, crossing her arms across her chest, frowning.

Auden would ask what she meant if— well, there wasn’t a rag stuffed in his mouth. Instead, he opted to raise a questioning eyebrow at her.

At that moment, the door slowly creaked open, and in an exasperated tone, the woman demanded, “What is it, Titus?”

it's not up to you || ao3

With a wry smile, Auden shook his head, “What am I going to do with you?”

“I guess you’ll just have to stay and figure that out,” Heath teased, waggling his eyebrows.

Auden’s smile stayed, but his eyes darkened. He took hold of both of Heath’s wrists and tugged them up over his head, pressing them into the pillow near the slatted headboard.

“I guess I will,” Auden murmured, licking his lips as he let go of Heath’s arms, giving him a warning look not to move, and Heath obeyed.

the tip of a blade || ao3

Damia licked her lips before slowly trailing her tongue up the length of Nell’s neck, causing Nell to shiver violently again, nearly losing her balance completely. A deep chuckle emanated from Damia’s throat.

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[zylev-blog]

The bats had no idea what they were looking at. A very large vehicle that looked like it shouldn’t possibly be able to run was speeding around Gotham in no particular order. Almost as if it was looking for something. It took all of the bats over an hour to chase it down and contain it to question the driver.

A man with black hair and blue eyes that remind Bruce of his late father looks out the window, and says, “We’re looking for our son.”

A woman in the passenger seat that looks like Bruce’s mother adds, “The self sacrificial idiot jumped through a portal into another dimension trying to save a cat.”

The man nodded along, “It’s not really a cat though.”

“Well, what is it?” Tim asked, genuinely confused.

“It’s the alternate version of our son from a timeline where he went evil.” The woman responds.

“But don’t worry, he’s not evil anymore!” The man grins.

Bruce had questions. “But why would your son be a cat?”

“Because our daughter—the girl cloned from the current version of our son, that is—decided to shapeshift into a dog and chase him through the multiverse.” The man replied.

“So our other daughter, the older one, she decided to alert us, but she couldn’t wait, so now she shapeshifted ito a bird to try and catch them that way.” The woman continued.

“Are all of your children shapeshifters?” Bruce asked.

“Yep.” The man said proudly.

“Are you?” Bruce asked.

“It’s complicated.” The woman shrugged, “Using the GAV is faster.”

Bruce was very thankful that the cowl covered most of his face. Everything the people said just made his brain hurt worse.

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc writing prompt #dp dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp crossover #dpxdc prompts #dpxdc #dcxdp #good reveal #good parents jack and maddie #the Fenton family is pure chaos

[misshoneybee]

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄 𖥔 ࣪ ˖

— ℳ𝒾𝓈𝓈ℋ𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎ℬ𝑒𝑒'𝓈 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 —

Pairing: Reader x Ex-Boyfriend!Ari Levinson Content Warnings: Soft!Dark!Ari Levinson, bit of angst, slight coercion, mentions of tampering with contraception, fingering, oral sex (f-rec), size kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, kind of dub-con, unprotected sex, non-con creampie, general smut bc this is kinktober so minors, dni!!! Word Count: 4.1k  A/N: This is my first time writing Ari and I am very nervous!!! This was a little angstier than I anticipated but Soft!Dark!Ari compelled me so I had to listen! As always, I do my best to keep my reader as inclusive as possible but please let me know if there’s anything I can do to improve upon it! There’s no use of Y/N or anything else where you need to insert information to read just because that’s my personal preference! Please enjoy and I’d adore any reblogs or feedback, if anyone feels so inclined! Navigation: Masterpost | Playlist | Divider Credit | October Fifteenth | Kinktober Masterpost | October Twenty-Ninth Summary: A breakup doesn’t always mean forever–especially not if Ari has anything to say about it. When you come back to the house to get your things after leaving him, he knows exactly how to make you stay…

The old apartment looked the same as it had the night you’d left. Sunlight still streamed in through the sheer, ivory curtains that you and Ari had chosen together, the knitted chenille throw was tossed stylishly over the back of the plush sofa—it was like you’d never left at all. If you went to the kitchen, maybe your mug would still be in the sink with umber tea stains in rings down the porcelain.

It was silent and you felt a sharp pang in your chest. If the night that you’d slammed the door on your relationship of two years hadn’t felt like the end, this did. Gathering the last few boxes of your things that had been left behind when you’d walked out felt like the final nail in the coffin. You hadn’t wanted things with Ari to end the way they did—you hadn’t wanted them to end at all, truth be told.

You met him on a job, and you were smitten; he was so tall and strong and sweet—looking back on it, you never stood a chance. You just hadn’t realized that, for him, work would always take precedence. Sometimes it seemed like he was gone more than he was home, and you couldn’t take it. Sinking into the cushion that had previously formed around Ari’s broad frame, you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you as the overwhelming scent of him permeated the air.

It was like salt air, the last dregs of summer clinging to your skin like sand on the beach. You could wash it away but never quite be rid of it; that’s how you felt about him. He’d begged you to stay—promising he’d change, promising he really wanted a life together like he’d once sworn that he did, but it hadn’t been enough. It was like you were balancing on broken branches each time he broke his promise to be home for dinner or to come with you to one of your own work functions.

The straw that had broken the camel’s back had come on his birthday. You’d taken the day off and had everything planned perfectly—breakfast, sex, a surprise, dinner. When he got called in and left early that morning before you’d even gotten out of bed, he’d said that he only needed to check on some reports and he’d be gone for two hours, three at most. The sun had been set for several hours before he came through the door and you were curled up on the couch, asleep and dead to the world as a cold dinner sat on the dining room table like a museum exhibit to the end of your relationship.

You’d woken up to his large hand brushing your hair from your face and you couldn’t even make yourself look at him. You’d tried so hard to keep yourself together—to keep the two of you together—and no matter what you did, it never seemed to be enough. When you told him it was over, he’d been on his knees. You could still feel his arms around your waist, his forehead pressed hard against your stomach as he begged for you to stay.

He’d change.

He’d take a step back at work.

He’d be home every night.

He’d be whatever you needed, as long as you didn’t go.

A key turning in the front door’s lock made you sit up, your spine going straight as a rod as you swiped some rogue tears from your cheek with wide eyes. He wasn’t supposed to be home—to be here. It wasn’t home for you. Not anymore, anyway.

Checking your watch, your brow furrowed; the shorthand was barely past the five—he never got home before eight. A zip of jealousy pierced your chest; was there a reason he was getting home early? Did he have somewhere to be? Someone to see? You barely had time to stand up before the door swung open, gently bouncing off the stop on the wall.

Static filled the air when his eyes landed on you standing in the middle of his living room, playing with your hands nervously. Uncertain, you gave a tiny wave, your voice feeling somehow smaller than the gesture, “Hi.”

“Hi.” Ari’s deep voice sounded rusty, like it hadn’t been used in days. He looked rough; his beard, along with his hair, was longer than you remembered. Closing the door softly behind himself, his eyes didn’t leave you, almost as if he didn’t believe you were back, “What are…”

At his trailed off question, you remembered yourself. That was the most dangerous thing about Ari—not his ridiculous strength or his too-short temper, it was his ability to make your mind go blank just by his proximity. Clearing your throat, you gestured down the hall to what used to be your shared room, speaking softly, “I was just coming by to get the last of my stuff.”

“Baby—” Ari started, crossing the room in four steps, his long legs almost completely closing the distance between you.

“Ari, please don’t start this again.” You cut him off, your nails digging into your palm as you tried to keep your composure. This was why you’d wanted to get your things and simply leave your key on the table. From only a foot away, you could see the purple beneath his bloodshot eyes, and you felt a pang of heartache, stopping yourself from placing a hand on his cheek.

It looked like he was doing just as well as you. Then again, the only reason you looked put together today was because of a work meeting you couldn’t get out of—in the immediate aftermath, you hadn’t left your best friend’s guest room and refused to do anything except work remotely.

Just because the breakup was your idea didn’t mean it was easy.

Exhaling, you finally took your eyes from his, trying to step past his broad frame, “I’ll just get it and be out of your way.”

A large hand wrapped gently around your wrist, his voice impossibly low as he begged softly, “I don’t want you out of my way.”

“And I didn’t want to come second to your work, but I did.” You bit back, jerking your hand away and crossing your arms over your chest. It was hard to be angry when you still just felt so hurt. Your voice wavered, your bottom lip trembling as more tears sprang to your eyes, “I came home to an empty house. I came second every fucking time—”

He’d never been able to handle your tears without his heart breaking. He had to make you stay somehow. Pulling you tight against his chest, he wrapped his arms your smaller frame, pressing his lips to your head as your warm tears seeped into his shirt, “I know I said it before but if you come home, I swear that you’ll never feel like that again. I scaled back my duties; I’m only leading the team part time now. I wanted to change for you.”

Gently trying to push away from his firm chest, it was futile as you murmured, sniffling, “It shouldn’t have taken me leaving for you to make a change.”

Holding you tighter, he pleaded, “Please, baby.”

“Ari…” Pulling back enough to see his face, you felt the resolve beginning to crack with the heartbroken look in his aquamarine eyes. Weakly, you reminded him, “we said we could be friends. Just friends.”

“I’ve missed you every single day since you left.” His rough thumb brushed over your cheekbone, and you couldn’t hide the shiver that ran down your spine at the gentle touch. It felt like home.

He exhaled, “I can’t sleep in our bed anymore because your side is empty.”

If he could just get you back into your bed, he knew he’d be in the clear. He had made all those changes at work, but he knew that there was more that he could do. You guys had had the discussion before; so, what if the timeline moved forward just a bit?

When you came back, he knew where you’d keep the circular blister pack of pills. He knew exactly what he could do with them.

You could feel the embers slowly extinguishing as you tried to argue once more, “And I’ve slept just the same since you were rarely here when I was.”

“One more chance.” He could see you on the ledge of forgiveness, balancing on the cliff as you teetered back and forth. You were almost there. He knew what you needed—you need something soft, something reassuring and loving. Ducking down, he pressed his forehead to yours, murmuring lowly, “Please, baby—I love you. I can’t stop, no matter how hard I try. I need this. I need you.”

“I…” Your fingers bunched in his shirt, your eyes squeezing shut as his scent surrounded you. It was suffocating in the best of ways. God—he made you lightheaded. It was impossible to form a single one of your errant thoughts into anything cohesive. You could feel your heart pounding against your sternum.

“You want me to beg?” Opening your eyes, you met his and felt a warm dampness begin to grow between your thighs. His pupils had dilated, surrounded by only a thin line of ocean blue. His hands trailed down your body, caressing the curve of your hip as he murmured, “I can beg, baby.”

“Babe…” You exhaled, the pet-name slipping through your lips without permission before he caught them in a searing kiss. A hand on your jaw tilted your head as he pleased, your arms automatically winding around his neck as your knees buckled. Fuck—you’d forgotten how perfect it felt when his body was pressed against yours. His tongue twisted with your own and he let out a low groan when you rocked your pelvis against his, brushing the bulge that had begun to tent his slacks. Like you weighed nothing, he lifted you with ease and your legs locked around his waist before you hastily broke from his kiss.

It was as if all of your blood had rushed to the surface of your skin, setting you on fire as the static left your brain. You had to stay strong. You had to.

Shaking your head, you breathed out shakily, “We shouldn’t…”

He was undeterred as his lips trailed down your jaw, a little smirk pressed into your skin as you moaned softly when he brushed a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

“Let me make you feel good.” He hummed as your head tipped back, exposing more of your smooth skin to him. With the hand that wasn’t supporting you on your ass, Ari began to easily undo each button on your blouse as he slowly made his way down the hall towards your room, “Let me remind you why you need me like I need you, sweetheart.”

Placing you on the bed as if you were some precious thing—which, to him, you were—he continued uncovering your body like some discovery that he’d searched years for. His lips pressed gentle kisses down your sternum, and you pressed your thighs together as your panties grew more damp with each brush of his lips. 

When he pressed a kiss right below your navel, his hands gripped your hips as he looked up at you from under his lashes, exhaling, “Please, baby.”

Like a dam had cracked and sent a reservoir spilling into the wild, you felt any defense that you had left, leave your body. Running your fingers through his thick mane, your quiet voice shook as you nodded, “Make love to me.”

At that, it was like a switch flipped and he was hell-bent on some mission as Ari swiftly undid your pants, peeling them down your legs, off your pointed toes, before tossing them to the ground with starving eyes. You spread your legs, leaving room for his wide shoulders as he lay between them. You felt so exposed, your hips jerking as he brushing a finger over the wet patch that had blossomed on your panties from just his kiss.

He chuckled, slipping them down your legs and pocketing them shamelessly, throwing you a wink as your face went warm. Easily hooking your legs over his shoulders and tugging you closer to him, he smirked as a squeal was pulled from your lips.

“Gotta get you ready for me, baby.” Pressing a kiss to your mound, he used his thumbs to spread the petals of your sex and groaned at the way your wetness clung to your skin. Ghosting a finger over your clit, he felt his cock throb as your hole fluttered around nothing, begging to be filled. He tsked, “You know you can’t my cock without stretching out this pussy first.”

One of your hands fisted the soft duvet tightly as the other tangled in Ari’s hair, trying to stop yourself from shifting restlessly as he stared at your center. He broke the moment by trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses from your inner thigh to where you needed him most before his tongue licked a broad stripe from your weeping entrance to your swollen clit.

“Fuck—daddy…” You gasped out, your back bowing off the bed as he ate you voraciously, like he’d been starved since the day you left.

Daddy. He forgot how much he liked hearing that from your sweet lips.

No matter how badly you needed to clench your thighs closed, whether to keep him closer or push him away because the pleasure was too much, it wasn’t possible.

“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart.” The vibration of his words made you whimper as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking in an erratic pattern that made you writhe on the wrinkled bedding; he was ravenous as he licked and sucked and nipped, driving you wild as you took in every sensation you’d desperately missed. As he slipped one finger into your tight channel, you let out a dry sob of his name as he worked to get you ready for him.

Each pump of his finger made a lewd noise and he let out a groan at the way you shifted, like the pleasure was already too much, “How are you gonna take my cock when my fingers got you squirming like this?”

Using his tongue to trace tight circles around your swollen bud before sucking it between his lips tightly, he slipped a second finger in beside his first, hooking them upwards and forcing you to cry out once again as he pressed hard against your g-spot. You felt a mixture of your wetness and his saliva dripping from your cunt, running down to your puckered hole as you rocked your hips into his mouth.

“Oh god—Ari!” A warmth pooled low in your stomach, and you couldn’t stop the breathy oh’s that were pulled from your chest as an orgasm crept upon you quickly.

“You gonna come for me already? I know what you need, baby.” He teased, releasing your clit with a quiet ‘pop.’ He knew your body as if it was second nature, playing you like a violin as he thrust his fingers at a punishing pace, pressing them harder against your special spot with every push. He groaned, using his thumb to tug back the hood of your clit, murmuring lowly as he looked up at your blissed-out face, “Friends don’t do shit like this, baby. Friends don’t get to play with this tight little cunt, do they?”

“No, daddy…” You gasped out as his tongue lashed over your clit, overwhelming your senses. It wasn’t long before you were thrown over the edge, a cry pulled from your lips, “Ari!”

“That’s it. Just like that, sweetheart.” Your back bowed off the bed as a pleasant warmth spread through your body, radiating out through your fingers and curled toes as his tongue continued to lave over your sensitive skin, graduating from flat broad strokes to little kitten licks that made your hips twitch with aftershocks of your climax. Trying to close your thighs and shy away from his touch, you whined before he sat up, blushing as you spotted his lips and chin shiny with your juices. With the back of his hand, he wiped away some of it with a smug wink,

“You were so good for me, baby…

“I need you.” You murmured breathlessly, sitting up as you slipped off your bra before going after the buttons of his shirt. His touch made you insatiable—it always had. It was never enough with him. He chuckled tossing his shirt to the ground and shedding his pants and boxers before guiding you back to lay down. Sitting back on his haunches between your spread legs, he spat into his palm, using it to pump his heavy cock a few times.

“C’mere…” He murmured, tugging you closer before pressing his weeping tip to your slit, rubbing it up and down slowly before pressing it against your entrance.

It was like a spell broke as you yelped, “Wait!”

Cocking an eyebrow at you, his jaw clenched as he restrained himself.

Your eyes were wide as you remembered what you’d been forgetting to tell him since you’d gotten into bed, “I—I stopped my birth control. Do you have a condom?”

He had to bite back a smirk at your doe eyes staring up at him. As it turned out, maybe the timeline had moved to now. That made what he wanted to do, far easier. He could see it now, your tummy swollen with his kid, your tits bigger and your curves soft and rounded. You’d be a sweet, little mama. God—he couldn’t fucking wait to knock you up.

“Fuck, baby,” He feigned thoughtfulness. He knew that there were some still tucked away under the bathroom sink, but you didn’t need to know that. Maybe they were expired, anyway. Shaking his head, he exhaled, “We haven’t used them since we started dating. There hasn’t been anyone but you since you left.”

Teeth digging into your bottom lip, you felt anxiety begin to trickle in as you pressed your knees together, hiding yourself from his heavy gaze, “Maybe, we shouldn’t…”

“I’ll pull out,” Ari reassured you seriously, a warm hand rubbing your knee softly as he cooed, “Please, sweetheart. I need you—need to feel this tight little pussy wrapped around me again. I’ve missed you so much. I gotta feel you coming on my cock, honey…”

He stripped your defenses away, and you took a shaky breath, nodding as you stared into his earnest eyes with a soft smile, “Okay.”

Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before sitting back up, running his hands over your smooth thighs as he murmured, “Spread your legs for me, baby. Show daddy just where you need him.” Your knees fell open at his command, exposing your soaked core to him once more and he let out a sigh of contentment. Fuck—he’d missed your pussy; his hand hadn’t been anywhere near what he needed. Brushing a thumb over your puffy clit, he hummed as you jerked at the soft touch, “You’re so fucking pretty, sweetheart. Love teasing this little clit. So swollen and needy, isn’t it?”

“Ari,” You whined, shifting restlessly at his teasing. He grinned, taking a pillow and tucking it beneath you, angling your hips just a bit higher.

For his cock to slide into your cunt more comfortably.

For his cum to fill you even better.

Dragging his tip up and down your slit, coating it in your wetness, he finally pressed his crown to your entrance, and you whimpered as he pressed in just the slightest bit. You tensed at the stretch, forgetting quite how big he was as a whimper slipped from your lips. His thumb worked your clit slowly as he spoke lowly, “You can take it, honey, just like that.” Sinking in further, he groaned at the way your body slowly opened up for him, “Look at how you’re stretching for my cock, such a perfect pussy.”

“You’re too big, daddy—” You gasped as he pushed his cock halfway in, feeling tears sting your eyes at the burning stretch. Since you left, your vibrators had gone unused, as had your fingers. It was too much. You shook your head, whimpering softly as your lip trembled, “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.” Holding your hips still, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, groaning as you fluttered around him at the sweet gesture. “Fuck—can feel you squeezin’ me, baby.”

“Focus on how I’m playing with your little clit, honey…” Rubbing circles around your nub, he pressed in further, spurred on by your softer, shakier breaths. Before long, he was seated in you to the hilt, and he groaned as you squeezed around him involuntarily. The stimulation on your clit became too much and you rocked your hips back, gasping at the way each ridge of his cock brushed against your walls.

“Please, I need…” Rocking his hips back, he almost pulled out completely before pushing back in and forcing a muffled whimper from your lips. Finding an easy pace, his hands holding your thighs wide open for him, you let out a hum at the feeling of him pressed deep inside of you. The rhythm became soothing as it rocked you into submission, feeling perfectly filled by every inch of him.

Leaning down, covering your body with his, he trailed his hands up your arms. Lacing your fingers together as he pressed your hands into the mattress, your head was already in the clouds when you gasped a soft, “Oh fuck—right there!”

“That your sweet spot honey?” He grinned as you squeezed around him, angling his hips to press against the spongy part inside of you once again. Snapping his hips into yours again and again, he listened to your breathy, ‘uh, uh, uh’ with every thrust. Looking down at the way your eyes had glazed over, he groaned, feeling his balls tighten as he grunted, “Love the way you look—all fucked dumb on daddy’s cock. Need this little cunt stuffed all the time. Should just keep my cock right here, shouldn’t I?”

“Ari—” You begged, just before his lips found yours again, his tongue massaging yours in a languid, breathy kiss.

Rolling his pelvis against yours, brushing against your puffy clit with each thrust, he taunted, against your lips, “You coming for me again already, baby?”

“Daddy!” Your thighs wrapped tight around his hips as you pressed your chest against his, letting out a quiet sob as your sensitive nipples brushed against the soft hair of his chest. It was like he fucked every rational thought out of your head as you rocked your hips with his, seeking every bit of pleasure that he could give you, “Yes—fuck!”

“Shit, baby, I can’t—” He quickened his pace, feeling himself near the edge as your walls began to pulse around him. Even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t pull out now.

The muscles in your stomach clenched as he pushed deep inside of you with one last, low moan, painting your walls with hot, thick ropes of his cum, his tip pressed hard against your cervix, sending you reeling as your back arched off the bed for the last time. Your thighs shook, your body felt like a live wire and in the back of your mind, you heard him curse lowly, “Oh fuck, baby…”

He sat up slowly as you collapsed against the bed in a blissful, post-orgasmic state with your thoughts floating like a dandelion in the wind. Slowly, he pulled his not-yet softening from your channel and your eyes opened as reality hit you.          

Worriedly, you sat up, “Ari…”

Peering down between your thighs, you watched as some of his white, pearly cream slowly dripped from your used hole. He saw where your eyes were trained and couldn’t stop himself before running his thumb through it, pressing it back into your sensitive pussy until he was satisfied no more would leak out.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Running his thumb over your puffy lips, he hummed softly before finally meeting your wide, worried eyes with his impossibly dark ones, “We’ll get you a pill in the morning.”

Before you woke up, he’d go and pick one up for you. He’d take care of it. He’d take care of both you and the little miracle that you’d hopefully just made. And if you didn’t? He’d just try again when you moved back home and this time, you’d stay.

#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson fanfiction #honeybeeskinktober2022 #mine #maddie writes spice #maddie writes #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #reader smut #ari levinson x reader smut #ari levinson x oc #ari levinson #red sea diving resort #chris evans character #chris evans character smut

[theweirdgoodbyes]

misadventures at nix’s tavern

“Joe, you’re fired.”

“No, I’m not.”

Lewis Nixon put his head in his hands and wonders why the fuck this needed to be happening today of all days. Despite never advertising as such, but possibly having to do with his brusque employees and inability to keep a female hire, Nix’s Tavern had gotten the reputation as both an Irish bar and a gay bar; March 17th and June 28th were their busiest days of the year. It was the morning of Saint Patrick’s Day and all hands were on deck to keep shit as together as possible: Joe was an active hindrance to that. Joe, all 135 pounds of him, was his best bartender and worst nightmare rolled into one. He could make a drink quicker and better than anyone, was never late, and managed to piss off everyone who stepped in the door, highlighted by last night’s disaster.

“Joe, don’t do this to me today. C‘mon, man.”

“You can’t fire me. What did I do wrong?” Joe, who he doesn’t even remember hiring by the way, throws his arms up.

“What did you-Joe, do you remember calling a woman a troglodyte last night? Because I do. Do you remember her throwing one of my martini glasses at your head? You still smell like olives.”

“I didn’t call her a troglodyte, I called her boyfriend one,” Joe shrugs, looking back at the bar he had been summoned from, “Can I get back to my prep?”

“Her boyfriend, oh, my deepest apologies,“ Nix presses his hands together in mock remorse, “Yes, you called her boyfriend a troglodyte. That makes it so much better. Joe, I cannot fucking have you here tonight. Just go home. Please, man.”

“You can’t expect Welsh and Luz to be on bar alone!” Joe cries, pointing at the two other bartenders who are supposed to be cutting limes but seem to be having more fun balancing shot glasses on their palms.

“They have each other. Put the fucking glass down, George!” George shoots Nix a quick thumbs up before the three glasses he has balancing in his other hand fall to the floor and shatter. George just gives him a shrug. God, this day needs to be done with already.

“Lew, are you fucking stupid?”

“Stupid for letting you work here? Stupid for opening this place? I’m the biggest idiot on fucking earth.”

“Lew,” Joe says, as serious as Joe can ever be, “I’ll be good tonight. Promise.” It’s a bold faced lie, but they both know that Joe needs to be here. A fact that Nix hates and Joe will never let him forget. For all his flaws and abilities to irritate the shit out of most of their customers, Joe had been a godsend after Buck quit.

“Joe, I swear to God,” Nix says, the same warning he’s given him time and time again, “Last chance.”

“Last chance.” Joe gives him a shit eating grin and a wink before getting up from their table and heading back to the bar, grabbing a pan and broom on the way to clean up George’s mess.

Joe fucking Liebgott, Nix laments as he gets up and makes him way to the kitchen to check on Malarkey, I hope you get your ass kicked tonight.

Enjoy this little add on to my other dive bar!au posts, all of which are now tagged under “misadventures at nix’s tavern!

#misadventures at nix’s tavern #enjoy this little snippet! I think this au will end up being mostly little screenshots of moments at the bar #because who needs a plot #hbo war #band of brothers #band of brothers au #band of brothers fanfiction #hbo war fanfic #Lewis Nixon #joseph liebgott #maddie writes

[sethsclearwater]

seth being over-protective of pregnant reader😩 he'd be so cute, not wanting to be overbearing like some of the other boys would be but also wanting to make sure that you're okay all the time😩

HE'D BE SUCH A CUTE BABY DADDY PLEASE😭

"you alright?" seth asked softly, gently wrapping his arms around your waist, gently rubbing at your baby bump and resting his chin atop your head.

you nodded, smiling and pressing your hands on top of his, "'course i'm alright." you giggled, leaning back into his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

emily, who was cooking a new lasagna dish on the kitchen island you were sitting at, let out a soft laugh, "has she been kicking?"

you nodded, smiling, "she's been moving around all afternoon."

"yea that's how they get in the third trimester." emily mused, grabbing the lasagna tray to put in the oven.

you giggled softly, turning to peek up at your husband who pressed a soft kiss to your lips, "want me to get you anything?" he asked softly and you shook your head.

"jus' stay here. she likes it when you're close by." you mused, both of you smiling as you felt your baby give a soft kick.

seth chuckled, nodding and pressing another kiss to the crown of your head.

#maddie writes #sethsclearwater #seth clearwater #seth clearwater blurb #seth clearwater imagine #twilight imagine #twilight blurb

[maddiefriendlovesbilly]

Okay actually, I’m gonna be the change I want to see in the world— I Know I’m the only person pushing for this, but can you do a ship review on. Light Zeron and Officer Maloney— if you don’t know enough about either character for that,,,, I dunno— Poppy Soup and Sally Acachalla? - overthinkingtaleblr

you CANNOT do this to me I'm INSANE about both of these concepts and I'm gonna do both you fiend! I'm starting with zeron/maloney because I think the idea of that is just below spooker/maxwell for me on deranged (/pos) ships.

Light Zeron/Officer Maloney

so to start us off let's go over the AMAZING dynamic of "world's most pathetic officer of the law" and "vampire security guard on the run"

we know that maloney is. ahem. SHIT at catching criminals, which makes this whole thing work long enough that they Could form a love/hate relationship

god I want a 5k fanfic on this unironically but I would have to write it!!!!

is this post- or pre-vampire? I'm thinking pre BECAUSE imagine!!! imagine the angst

zeron is acting strangely, super out of character. the only person who knows him well enough to figure it out is the man trying to catch him :sobbing:

(also on an unrelated note, they're both aliens which I think is really cute)

look just like. god I'm just shaking my fists irl because I'm so incoherent about this

theyre like. weirdly similar tbh. something about their egos i feel like would both clash heavily and potentially work really well together

IT'S THE PERFECT ENEMIES TO LOVERS SICK FIC GODDAMN

zeron hasn't drunk any blood in ages, (something-something moral quandary something-something starving) and now he's basically passing out from malnutrition, so of course that's the moment maloney spots him in the alley he's squatting in.

and maybe if it were a stranger he would corner them and feed, (its so much easier to drink someone's blood when you can convince yourself that they aren't actually a person, in a weird, convoluted way) but this is someone he knows, maybe even respects. even if they are enemies.

so he doesn't want to drink maloney's blood, and that leaves him with only one other choice - he runs.

he pushes past him and ducks into the nearest abandoned building, hoping to lose maloney in there, but maloney's right behind him.

and meanwhile maloney, so used to their usual back-and-forth banter during fights, is highly confused (maybe a little upset - and fairly worried - if he's being honest) by this behavior.

zeron keeps running but it's clear he won't get much further unless he drinks someone's blood, and now there's literally only one person around - the guy he cares for too much (even if he won't admit it to himself).

be caught or surrender, that's his choice.

it's made for him when maloney catches his wrist - but instead of cuffing him, he spins zeron around, cornering him.

(at this point zeron is wondering if he's about to die a very painful death, but all he can do is stare at maloney's neck.)

maloney oblivious to his surroundings as always, is currently checking zeron over for injuries, and mentally slapping himself because he caught the criminal, why isn't he cuffing him?

this is around the time zeron's resolve breaks - close proximity to a very appetizing meal while starving makes it a bit difficult NOT to partake.

he goes for the neck - literally - and begins drinking like the world is ending. make this part as gay as your little heart desires.

being stabbed in the neck hurts, even more so when they are draining your blood, so maloney quickly pushes zeron off.

but a meal's a meal, and zeron is gone before maloney can even get a word in.

that's all ive got on that for right now haha, so let's hop over to pros and cons!

pros: very fun dynamic, their shared weirdness and the fact that they're both aliens (of different species) could be a bonding point, and they are both like. so so sopping wet and pathetic, they also have similar personalities in a strange way. great potential for hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers and hurt/no comfort fics.

cons: uhhhh. okay so theyre on opposite sides technically, which means any happy ending is gonna have a lot of rough spots, and there's like SO much distrust between them (and light zeron already has issues trusting others)

Conclusion: I'm like SOO biased here so give me a sec to find my center and use logic. Do I think they would work short-term? I feel like they would somehow manage it? like despite everything they'd somehow manage to stay in a not-so-secret kind-of-relationship for at least a year (meanwhile all the news stations are reporting about the two gay people fighting in the street again), and then they'd actually start going on the cheesiest dates ever (and causing pure chaos wherever they went), like coffee dates and amusement park dates and all that shit. everyone would just accept that they're dating and that maloney will probably never catch him but it's Buttsville, NC so what are you gonna do?

at the same time though, I'm sitting here like, what's the long-term gonna look like? does maloney become a criminal? do they get married and settle down? both are hilarious yet tragic because undoubtedly maloney would be a better criminal than police officer but it goes against his perception of himself, and neither is exactly built for domesticity. still, I think they'd manage. somehow it feels like they're too much of a force of nature to let something like that stop them, y'know?

#can... can we call this ship SirenZeron? #ship reviews #maddie answers #maddie writes #taleblr #venturiantale #light zeron #officer maloney #maloney x light zeron #light zeron x maloney #everyone become insane and deranged with me #im having a blast in this small enclosure. stick ur hand through my cage bars i promise i wont drag you in. btw its great in here

[bluerosefox]

Fenton Ethics and Test Tube Babies

In order to get the funding they need for their Ghost stuff, Jack and Maddie Fenton had to do some... rather illegal things when they left college.

One of them was testing alien DNA and seeing if it was compatible with human DNA.

However getting their hands on Superman's DNA or any of the main Leaguers would be far to hard for two up coming scientists and would run the risk of them being caught. Instead they set their sights on some of the younger aliens.

Such as Starfire, or rather Koriand'r.

They manage to get their hands on her DNA, and also her boyfriend (Nightwing) at the time and began to test it. They felt unsure with what they're doing but they needed the funding and in order to make themself feel better with what they're doing they decided if they were test her DNA with someone she was seeing it would be... better for their own conscience (it doesn't make what they're doing okay but they think so)

Eventually they succeeded in the testing! A baby can be made between a human and a alien.

HOWEVER because we know how the Fenton's get, they kind of go ahead of what they were only meant to do, which was just to TEST the compatibility of the DNA. Basically the paper's before the test phase.

With them getting tunnel vision on this project... They create said baby.

Then before they could show off that creating a new baby via test tubes actually works, they were told that the paperwork they were working on were going to be given to a new team, thank you for your work, here is the money for your ghost stuff, and have a good day.

The people who hired them then just leave.... Without knowing about the newly made baby.

Jack and Maddie name the baby Jasmine.

A few years later when little Jazz asks for a sibling... Well they bring out the old test tubes and papers.

And even though Starfire is no longer dating Nightwing, her new partner Red Hood would make a wonderful male donor for their future kid.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #blue rambles #crossover #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #Danny and Jazz are half-siblings #Starfire is their mom #Jazz is the test tube baby of Starfire and Nightwing #Danny is the test tube baby of Starfire and Red Hood #Jack and Maddie do questionable things for their work #headcanon the ectoplasim they've been around skewed their morals bad #they think what they do is normal and okay #its not #debating when all of this is found out #maybe when tiny Jazz needs to do a family tree report but doesn't find any pictures of her mom pregnant with her or Danny #but finds the papers telling both Jack and Maddie they couldn't have kids #either of them can't #then she finds the papers for the test tubing and is horrified and stressed to the point her powers start springing up #she decides she needs to get her and toddler Danny OUT asap #OR teen Danny finds out same way for a school thing and stumbles on the papers and freaks out #finds their science journal and discovers they have noticed his ghost powers but think its his alien powers and have been taking notes #he feels sick and panicked and needs to bring this to Jazz and GET OUT #jazz fenton

[madgirlmuahaha]

I just realized I might as well link this here too. Wrote this for positivity week and finally finished the last prompt a little bit ago!

Thanks to @solcaeruleus for the prompts!

#shameless plug #entrapdak #Entrapdak positivity week #Maddie writes #please bully me into updating my musical crackfic AU while we’re at it #yes I know it’s May but time has no meaning anymore