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[fromthebeehives]

carlisle cullen x fem!reader

summary: some nsfw carlisle cullen headcanons with you!

tags: daddy kink, nsfw, smut, p in v, mentions of breeding kink/impregnation kink, dom!carlisle, sub!reader, no use of y/n

notes: tbh, this might count as small drabbles lol

🧛🏼 carlisle's favorite position is missionary, but it's not always vanilla with this man. sometimes, when he wants to get particularly rough, he likes to grip the back of your thighs and push it up until your knees are squished against your chest to pound into you hard, wanting to feel your cunt spasm like crazy around his cock, wanting his cum to shoot straight into your womb. after all, he loves the thought of you taking his seed the right way.

🧛🏼 the first time you called him "daddy" during sex, he had to pause, blinking at you in confusion, and much to your embarrassment, you had to explain to him that it's a sex thing, that you're not actually calling him "father" or whatsoever. you don't do it again after a while, too humiliated to do so, but he doesn't stop thinking about it, might even do a bit more research about the kink.

he makes you say it again during one night when he gets extra rough. just from that one moment that you said it for the first time, he knows when exactly you'll say it. he knows you oh so well. he knows you'll say it when you're drunk on his cock, pretty eyes tearfully looking up at him and mind completely empty of thoughts except for the man who's fucking you as if he's making it his mission to put a baby in your belly.

when you finally breathe out a barely audible "d-daddy please!", his pace grows harder, rougher, as if he's rewarding you. he tells you, "good girl, darling. come on. beg daddy for his cum, or i won't give it to you. want my pretty girl to say it again. i know you will. let me hear it, baby." and you? you've got no choice but to scream for him again, squealing "nooo please, daddy! cum inside me! need it so bad! need it to cum—"

and he's so proud that he gives you it, thrusts into you a few more times before spilling inside you, making you moan in relief and repeating little "thank you"s that makes him chuckle, unbelievably turned on again. he definitely has a new kink.

🧛🏼 carlisle sometimes makes you cockwarm him. it's not a regular occurrence. honestly, it only usually happens when you're bratty, because carlisle is the type of man who wants to take it slow, who wants to undress you like he's unwrapping a precious gift that he's been waiting for centuries, who wants to map your body with his hands as if he's memorizing every curve, every little nook and cranny, as if he hasn't done it a thousand times before, as if he hasn't memorized your body already.

alas, you do have your bratty streak. maybe you're interrupting him while he's trying to work, sitting on his lap and then pushing and pressing your breasts against his chest, whining about him not giving you attention, giving him a cute pout that nearly makes him close his medical journal shut, grinding against him and making him hard. but he doesn't wanna reward you when you're being like this. he tells you to strip, and you're instantly excited, missing the dangerous glint in his eyes. you take your clothes off until you're bare, and you watch him as he unzips his slacks and pulls his cock out, precum already beading at the tip. you let him pull you back on his lap, throwing your head back and moaning when he slides inside you, excruciatingly slow. you make the move to ride him, but he stops you with a hand to your hip, squeezing down firmly.

"no," he says, his strict tone going straight to your cunt, making you clench down on him. you notice him grit his teeth.

you echo what he just said. "no?" you ask, confused.

"mhm," he simply says. "good girls get fucked, but you haven't been a good girl today, hm? so you're gonna sit there, and think about what you did. i'm going to finish my work, and after that, maybe i'll fuck you."

you blush and try to protest, but he's giving you that look again, which shuts you up. he grabs his medical journal, scribbles something at the margins, not even looking at you anymore.

with much struggle, you stay in your position, with his cock plugged deep inside your pussy, unable to move, only able to feel every throb, every flutter. utter madness. you only hope that carlisle would be more merciful after he finishes up with what he's doing. you're never gonna be a brat again... at least, for a week or two.

[fromthebeehives]

carlisle cullen x fem!reader

summary: some carlisle cullen headcanons with you!

tags: no cws/tws, sfw, cute and fluffy, honestly domestic too, carlisle and reader are in an established relationship, human!reader, esme and carlisle aren't together for the sake of this, no use of y/n

🧛🏼 one of carlisle's favorite kiss to do is him holding your hand, bringing it up to his lips, and then placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. it always makes you giggle and blush, and he enjoys that reaction far too much.

🧛🏼 carlisle isn't against turning you into a vampire. so far, he only turns humans who would quite literally die otherwise, but for you? if you tell him that you want to be one, he'd be willing to, but he will also tell you about the pain of the transformation, about what you will give up, about how eternity will feel like. if you still choose it, he really will. after all, losing you to old age is actually one of his biggest fears. losing you in general is something that he's so terrified of. he loves you so much, but he also respects what you want to choose for yourself.

🧛🏼 carlisle handles all the bugs in the house. you see a cockroach and screech? he's immediately in the area, handling the roach with a spray in hand. you see a spider and tell him about it in near tears because of how scared you are? he's instantly holding a glass cup and a paper, letting the spider free far, far away from the cullen house so you won't get paranoid about it coming back. he's fast, so it's not a problem.

🧛🏼 even if you're not his blood singer, the smell of your blood still tempts him. you're actually the first person to challenge his control after centuries of it being perfect. it shocked him the first time it happened, and it's all because he's so very attracted to you. his attraction plays a huge part in it, but despite that, his values are in tact. no need to be worried, he'll never hurt you. ever.

🧛🏼 before you knew about him being a vampire, he used to take you out on dates in fancy restaurants and eat with you, even though human food is like dirt to him. he has to spit it all out afterwards because he can't digest it, but god help this lovesick fool, he 100% thinks it's worth it.

🧛🏼 carlisle loves the way that you light up his home. whenever you visit the cullen house to hang out or stay over, the entire place seems brighter and happier, even edward smiles more with you around and your thoughts never bother him (it actually warms him up). you're the sunshine of the house. the cullen kids adore you. esme treats you like a daughter. you're part of the family, really. everyone's glad that carlisle met you, even if it isn't verbally expressed.

🧛🏼 he loves taking you out on late night drives, especially because the roads are quiet. it's like you two are in your own little world, he lives for it. driving is calming to him, and seeing you stick your head out of the window to feel the cool night breeze brings him a sense of peace that he hasn't felt in a long while. he also loves the moments where you absentmindedly hum along to the soft music that he's put on while you're busy staring at the trees as the car passes by.

🧛🏼 ever since he met you, the kitchen starts being used more. he stocks your favorite snacks in the pantry, loving when your eyes would light up upon seeing them, but he has to be careful with the expiration dates. one time you ate something spoiled and got sick for a few days, he felt so guilty, and no kidding, he felt his heart drop all the way to the floor the moment you grew nauseous. he religiously checked the expiration date for months whenever you grab a snack before he eventually and finally relax. still, he's making sure that he does routine checks every other month.

🧛🏼 carlisle loves it when you card your fingers through his hair when he's laying his head down on your lap. he can't sleep anymore, but he rests when you do it. he may not feel physically tired as a vampire, but clearly, when you live an eternal life, one would feel the emotional weight of it. without even trying, you lift it off of him.

[fromthebeehives]

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[fromthebeehives]

john price x fem!reader

summary: john corrupts little ol' you.

tags: nsfw, religious themes, corruption, reader is innocent and john is an icky man, p in v, age difference, slight jealousy (of a god?), slight slapping, no use of y/n

notes: might write this into an actual fic sometime, again all characters are adults (reader is in her early 20s)

imagine. religious fem!reader and john price, who's canonically a morally questionable man (he's a war criminal, for christ's sake).

once you two start dating after having a meet-cute at a local library (and it's so wholly ironic because a meet-cute? when his life is as chaotic as it was? but he's not complaining, shit he feels blessed by a being he doesn't even believe in), john immediately knows how innocent you are, just from the small cross necklace around your neck. it's clear that life hasn't given you anything that hard or traumatizing to deal with, because of the way you speak with such brightness and hope it nearly made him snort the first time.

you're filled with life and flowers and sunshine, while john feels like he's filled with black tar.

he sees all the little things that makes you, you. like how he knows you never miss a sunday mass (and have even dragged john with you once in a while, but he prefers to just pick you up afterwards). like how you always go on your knees before bedtime to talk to your god in that soft voice of yours. like how you always pray before meals (the first time that happened, john was already picking up his fork when you clasped your hands together, closed your eyes, and said a quiet prayer. john had to put his fork down slowly.)

if john was a better man, he would have stayed away, not pull you into his life. his fucked-up, blood-soaked, too-messy-for-anyone's-good life. but he's not. instead, despite the fact that his hands are stained with so much red that it cannot be washed off no matter how many good deeds he'd do, he allows himself to want you with every fiber of his being, allows his mind and heart to be consumed by you. he'll grow possessive, tells himself that he's destined to meet you and be in your life. because he'd do anything to keep that innocence in tact. anything.

and you, being so naive and gullible, lets him be the way he is because you love all sides of him. you don't actually know how deep his history went, you just know he's a military man. to john, your acceptance is perfect. he doesn't worship a higher being, but he does worship you.

he takes your trust and teaches you things that you've never done before because of how sheltered you were. if anyone were to take this side of your innocence, it makes sense for it to be him. it makes sense to him that he'd be the one to corrupt you this way. because in his eyes, by the end of it, you're still innocent, you're still you, he's just molding you a little to his own liking.

he teaches you everything. filthy, open-mouthed kisses. how it feels to have your cunt touched, and licked, and fingered by a man old enough to be your dad. how to pleasure his cock with your hands and your sweet, sweet mouth. then, ultimately, how to take his cock deep inside your sopping wet cunt, hushing you through the pain of the stretch, taking your virginity, growling, good girl, that's it love, let me take everything. and all you can do is wrap your legs around his waist, dig your nails into his back, and take the lord's name in vain by gasping out, "oh god, please!"

you quickly feel shame burn in your chest once those words slip out of your mouth, already thinking of bringing it up in your next confession to ask for forgiveness and penance, but john doesn't allow you to spiral and drift away. he slowly pulls his cock back and then thrusts in, hard. tells you with a tone so low and dangerous that you've never heard before that you shouldn't be calling out another man's name when he's the one balls deep inside you. you're so confused—your god isn't just any other man, he's everything—and john sees it.

and it makes him snap.

he starts a brutal pace, fucks your moans out of you and your thoughts away. obscene wet squelching noises fill the air, and you try to cover your face with your hands out of embarrassment, but he takes your wrists in one hand and pins it above your head. he pounds into you like he's punishing you for being a bad, bad girl. "you only say my name when i have you spread out like this," he says, his dog tags clinking against his chest. "not your silly god. me. understood?"

and you just nod helplessly and squeak out, "u-understood", and like the good girl he knows you are, a mantra of "john, john, john"s spills out of your lips. only moaning his name, no one else's.

you don't say anything at first, too blissed out, so he gives your face a little slap with his other free hand. "sweetheart, focus," he gruffs out. "i asked you a question."

[fromthebeehives]

simon ghost riley x fem!reader

summary: ghost owns rescued dog hybrid reader.

tags: reader is a dog hybrid, smut and fluff, nsfw, mentions of breeding, p in v, no use of y/n, this is filthy

notes: might turn this into a series of drabbles idk :P i think puppy girls are very underrated in smut. also, disclaimer that all characters are adults in case y'all tweak out.

simon ghost riley, who owns a puppy girl, you. he didn't even want you at first, you were just a hybrid he rescued back in one of his missions, and now you were stuck with him and vice versa. but he's been lonely, and knowing that you exist, waiting for him at his apartment, actually motivates him in his line of work. plus, the rest of tf141 adores the hell out of you, but this isn't about you and them. this is about you and him.

him and his beloved puppy girl.

puppy girl, who's always so excited when simon comes home. when you hear the front door creak open and boots padding against the floor, you're instantly bounding towards him, squeaking out a happy yip of "you're home! welcome home, si!" you jump into his arms, and he accepts you with a grunt, placing a steady hand on your bottom to hold you upright. you pull his skull balaclava right above his nose and peck him noisily on his cheek, and his throat lets out this pleased, contented noise. "i'm home," he gruffs back to you. "have you been a good girl?"

puppy girl, who pitifully whines and paws at him when not given attention. god forbid a man tries to watch telly in peace, but you're there by his side on the couch. you're looking at him with the biggest doe eyes, and simon is trying so hard not to keel, but he can't resist. not when it comes to you. when he finally looks at you—gives you even a crumb of his attention—the tail between your legs is instantly wagging. he pets your head, and you lean forward, licking his face out of pure appreciation and gratitude. his good puppy. simon turns his head to pull you in an unexpected messy kiss, but you clearly love it from the way he hears you whimper. he sucks your tongue into his mouth and swallows all of your needy little noises down. his good, very good puppy.

puppy girl, whom simon can pleasure without even lifting a hand. he's seated at the dining table, working on some paperwork and reports that he brought home from work. at first, you were on his lap facing the table, watching with wide eyes at the amount of papers strewn around and listening to simon tell you all about his missions when he sees you getting bored, but then you started squirming, so obviously he had to fix that. he changes your position—makes you face him—and says a simple command, "hump." and you do. you're humping his thigh, your cunt spreading slick everywhere, staining the fabric of his pants. you're letting out sweet moans against his ear, and he doesn't even react, focusing on his work. but still, you sound like the most beautiful melody that he has ever heard.

puppy girl, who can't stop screaming "mount me harder please!" or "breed me! breed me please!" during sex. simon is fucking into you, hard and unforgiving, as if he wants to push his cock so deep inside until your cervix is practically acting like a cock ring around the tip. you have your knees pushed against your chest, fully submitting to him, letting him play with your body—use your pussy in any way he desires to. when he growls, "you're my good girl, aren't you, lovie? gonna take my cum deep inside your womb? keep it in there until your belly is swollen and fat with my kid?", you're immediately cumming, wet gummy walls spasming around his cock, blubbering a barely coherent "yes please! please cum inside me!" simon doesn't last after that. he ruts into you like an animal and spills inside you, making you twitch when he rasps out, "good puppy."

[fromthebeehives]

clark kent x fem!reader

summary: you and clark play horror video games together.

tags: no tws/cws, sfw, fluff, horror games, resident evil 7 spoilers ig??, no use of y/n, reader and clark are so cute i'm putting them in my pocket

notes: this is in the same universe as scaredy-cat reader! it's just another drabble, just fluff no plot, but i'll link the first one either way.

part 1

very self-indulgent, but just imagine, fem!reader, who's addicted to the resident evil games, and clark kent, who's convinced that nothing scares him anymore especially with everything that he's gone through as superman.

you're the one who easily gets more scared than him! from loud noises, him walking up to you and tapping your shoulder, to you simply meeting krypto and getting scared of the dog. you're the one who yelps, and squeaks, and jumps! you're the scaredy-cat! and the fact that you love horror games juxtaposes that. still, the point is, he doesn't scare easy. he's superman! besides, how scary can pixels on the screen be?

so, to prove him wrong, you let him play resident evil 7, ignoring the already-smug look he's giving you because you know he's about to eat his words.

and oh, he eats them bad.

he's screeching whenever those mold monsters form from the nasty black vomit on the ground.

his heart is pounding as fast as a horse galloping, and he tries to cover it up by casually-not-so-casually complaining through gritted teeth that jack baker walking so fast during the boss fight while ethan is so slow is so unfair and unrealistic because he explains that ethan should be pumped so full of adrenaline by now (yeah, and it was totally realistic when ethan got his hand stapled back?? tsk tsk, double standards mr. kent).

he jumps whenever eveline appears, telling you that he never knew little girls could be so scary.

he tears up when eveline says "why does everyone hate me so much?" on screen near the end of the game, blubbering to you that the little girl only wanted a family, but then eveline turns into that giant monster, and he nearly crushes the controller while he's trying to defeat her, eyes so focused it looks like he's in a life-or-death situation.

once he's done with the game, and you're both curled up against each other on the couch, cuddling warm and cozy, it's your turn to give him a smug look, and when he sees... "oh, god," he immediately groans, leaning his head against yours in a dramatic flair. "fine, that was scary, but you were just as terrified as i was. why do you even make yourself suffer and play those games?"

"because it's fun," you say before you sing-song, "see, clark. you got scared! we're both scaredy-cats~"

then you add with a big grin on your lips. "sooo you can't tease me anymore for being easily spooked, okay? i have good blackmail material now."

clark just sighs and smiles at you, tucking a hair behind your ear, feeling fond when you giggle. "okay, baby," he simply says, kissing your forehead.

[fromthebeehives]

i love shy and easily flustered clark kent, but c'mon, this is the same guy who went, "miss lane", in that low and deep voice during that interview, clearly getting a little flirt in, and then also that time when he had his hands behind his back, looking all smug as he followed lois wherever she was guiding him before they kissed. he's a soft dom guys, actually clois both dom each other, you can't change my mind.

[fromthebeehives]

silly little drabble of clark kent, who has feelings for fem!reader, who is seeing someone else

notes: honestly, this is so funny to me 😭 i'm sorry y'all

clark kent, who catches wind that you're seeing someone because you're practically gushing over it to lois (he doesn't even need his enhanced hearing to listen in on it), who's looking at you with amusement and disbelief and sneaking "oh, i know what you're thinking" glances at him.

he's not jealous, okay? you two aren't even that close. you're just co-workers at the daily planet. yeah, co-workers who alternately bring each other coffee in the morning, which means you know each other's favorites. co-workers who help each other proof-read your works. co-workers who spend brunches together, so that you two can actually get some sustenance because both of you are so bad at keeping up with meals.

a co-worker, whom he fantasizes about bringing flowers to and take out on dates.

okay, so clark likes you. what's the big deal? you're sweet, and cute, and kind, and funny, and never fail to make him smile, even when he's having a bad day. so, he has feelings for you. apparently, you don't like him back, because you're seeing someone else. but who? who is the lucky guy? lois knows who it is, but no matter how much he tries to subtly ask her about it (nearly begging on his hands and knees, "please, who is she seeing? please tell me, and i'll let you interview me as superman—"), she doesn't say anything, and it drives him crazy.

he assumes it's jimmy.

half for his peace of mind.

you're also close with jimmy. you do things with him that you do with clark. bring him coffee occasionally, spend a few brunches with him (when clark is m.i.a because he's busy being superman, but you don't know that), give each other input about your works. jimmy is a good guy. of course, you'd date him. clark is only a tiny bit jealous (a lie, he's so jealous, and he can imagine blasting the "that should be me, holding your hand!" song in his apartment late at night), because jimmy is his friend, and he knows you're well taken care of if you two are dating.

but then one day, he's visiting the hall of justice, dressed in his suit, bringing a bag of pastries, fully intent to spend his saturday to hang out with his other group of friends outside of saving the world.

and he freezes.

because you're there??? you're there, sitting on guy's lap, you two chatting happily on the couch. you're sneaking occasional kisses in-between dialogues with a coy little smile, and he can see guy gripping your waist with his hands as he snorts.

when you look up, your face brightens up. "superman, hi!" you greet sweetly, and it's like a punch to the gut because you don't even know it's him. you don't know it's clark. you only see superman. guy looks at him oddly when he fails to respond right away.

"i brought pastries," he finally wheezes out, holding up the bag of pastries. he drops it on one of the tables, and then backs away.

"alright, gotta go," he says before practically whizzing out of there, flying to god knows where, leaving both you and guy confused.

"is he okay?" you ask worriedly.

"don't mind him, he's a strange one," guy says playfully, and when he kisses you, you instantly forget about the weird moment that just happened.

[fromthebeehives]

simon ghost riley x fem!reader

summary: simon learns that being soft can be a choice.

tags: sfw, light angst, cursing, smoking, ghost has double standards for a hot second, reader and ghost have a fight, reader is soft and sweet but can also be fierce, ghost is smitten, no use of y/n, civilian!reader

notes: word vomit, word vomit, idk what i wrote lol

simon, who discovers that being soft is a choice, much like how he decisively puts on his mask and becomes ghost during his missions. it's supposed to be a normal night. he's not even at the base anymore. he's in your apartment, and usually, he sheds everything off before he comes home in order not to taint this pure image he has of your place—you call it your safe space for a reason, but he guesses that he can't do it all the time.

it's past midnight, and he's at your balcony, leaning against the railing. he's got his balaclava just tugged up right above his nose. he brings up the cigarette pinched between his fingers up to his lips again, inhaling and exhaling smoke into the cool night air. it's a quiet night, but his shoulders are tense—the past op clearly bothered him a lot more than he'd like to admit. he knows you're waiting in bed for him, trying not to drift off. he can't find it in himself to feel bad. not yet. his thoughts are filled with too much red to be clear.

he stops zoning out when he suddenly hears the glass door sliding open, and he sees you entering the balcony in his peripheral vision, soft feet padding against the floor and a small frown on your lips.

you're like the embodiment of softness. soft cotton shirt, soft cotton shorts, soft bedhead, soft everything. for some reason, he refuses to look at you. he can't bring himself to.

"si...? it's late. can you stop smoking and come to bed? please?" you ask gently. the downturn on your mouth deepens. "i don't like it when you smoke..."

he doesn't understand why, but irritation curls in his guts. this isn't actually the first time you've interrupted him that night. it's your third time asking. no, he miscounted. it's your fourth.

simon never shouts at you, but the same way that he couldn't shed everything off before he stepped into your apartment earlier, he can't stop himself from loosing his cool either. "bloody hell," he snaps, not looking at you but still glaring forward. "why do you fucking care so much? who the hell cares if i smoke? you're not my mum."

it's silent for a moment, and simon is starting to feel the anger ebb away, replacing with the feeling of doom.

but then you bite out with the same amount of heat, "i care because i don't want you dead. get that in your goddamn head."

you never curse. you can, but you're the type of girl who would rather not. so simon is beyond surprised to hear it—enough that he finally faces you, his eyes blinking behind the holes of his balaclava.

before he can say anything, you step forward, grabbing the cigarette from his hand and bringing it up to your lips, and that snaps him out of his stupor. like how you don't curse, you don't smoke as well. what the hell are you doing?

you take a short hit, and with panic, he can imagine the putrid smoke filling your body, and he hates it. he hates it so fucking much. he doesn't like the idea of you tainting your lungs the same way he does to his. as expected, you instantly cough afterwards, smoke coming out of you in puffs, and he's immediately grabbing the cigarette, putting it out on the ashtray.

"what the hell are you doing!?" he voices out his thoughts from earlier, resisting the urge to shake you, as if you've gone mad. "you can't do that."

"what can i not do? smoke? how is that fair? you smoke and make my balcony stink. why can't i do that too, huh?" you challenge angrily, crossing your arms.

he shakes his head, speechless. he can't believe it. he's seeing a new side of you. he doesn't know what to say, doesn't know how to deal with this. he's in the face of your anger, and for the first time, he's left unsure. off-kilter.

and just like that, you soften.

"i don't want to fight," you murmur, deflating, your voice gentle again. it nearly makes simon have a whiplash, but the defeat in your eyes is like a punch to his gut.

a pause, and then he steps closer to you.

"we're not fighting. i'm being a bloody asshole," he says, his voice just as soft as yours, and it surprises you both. the guilt grows. snapping at you earlier clearly wasn't necessary. he could have talked to you like this, without rasing his voice, without the anger. just softness. like you. how could he do that to you? how do you do it?

"hey," you whisper, trying to make him come back to you.

"i'm sorry, love," he apologizes sincerely, glancing at the ashtray before looking back at you. "i know you don't like it when i smoke, and i also shouldn't have snapped at you like that. you were just looking out for me. i promise i'm still trying to stop. it's not an excuse, i was just..." he trails off, finding it hard to be vulnerable, but he tries. always. for you. he wants to be soft, and oh, that's how you do it. you choose. this time, he also chooses to be soft. "i'm... i'm having a hard time right now."

you nod, patiently, lovingly, sweetly. simon believes in the bottom of his heart that he doesn't deserve you, but god help him, he will spend the rest of his days working for it.

"we can buy lollipops tomorrow if you need a replacement," you say, guiding him back inside.

he chuckles, watching you climb back into bed. "i'd rather kiss you everytime i get an urge," he quietly teases, his shoulders relaxing.

"simon!" you admonish playfully, your cheeks turning pink, which makes him chuckle again. he feels so fond that it hurts.

he quickly sheds his clothes off that stink of smoke, until he's just in his boxers, tossing them inside the laundry basket. he doesn't close up when your eyes gently rove his body—as if mapping all of his scars. he takes off his balaclava, and he feels fully like himself again. he joins you in bed and doesn't wait to pull you close to him, pressing a kiss against the crown of your head as you giggle.

"you're suddenly sappy tonight," you mumble dreamily, and all he wants to do is kiss you silly. he does feel sappy, it's hard not to when it comes to you.

"i just love you," he simply says, cupping your cheek with a scarred hand and pulling you in a sweet kiss, smiling when you giggle against his mouth again.

[fromthebeehives]

a little drabble for carlisle cullen x fem!reader

summary: your first time with carlisle doesn't go the way you expect it to go.

tags: nsfw but funny, human!reader, no actual smut sorry, talk about carlisle's ice cold pp, no use of y/n

something something crack moment where reader gets to have her first time with carlisle after you've been trying to muster up your courage for months, and carlisle has been such a sweetheart, waiting for you, never pushing. so here you two are in his bedroom, sitting face-to-face on his bed, with you in your cotton bra and panties and unbuttoning his slacks with shaky hands. "it's just us, my love," carlisle reassures you, wanting to calm your nerves as he reaches out to caress your cheek.

you nod wordlessly, huffing out a breath, relaxing as you let his words wash over you. carlisle has always been your anchor, your rock. you pull down his zipper, your cheeks flushing a rosy pink when you can just feel carlisle's steady gaze on you. you feel even more flustered as you tug his boxers down, letting his cock spring out. you take another deep breath, peeking up at him with half-lidded eyes. he looks like he wants to eat you whole, and you shudder. your fingers are still shaking as you wrap them around his length, but then you freeze.

"what the..." you mumble.

carlisle pauses as well, immediately worried. "is something wrong—" he tries to ask, but you cut him off.

"why does it feel so cold? oh my god, it feels like a popsicle, carlisle. this is going inside me??"

carlisle blinks. did you forget that he's a literal vampire? "i'm cold everywhere, darling."

you laugh, almost hysterical, embarrassed by your own bluntness, but your mouth can't seem to stop. "um, yes i know, i just didn't expect you'd be..." you trail off. "... cold here too. like, freezing. it's kind of like a frozen slab of meat. oh my god, please make me stop talking."

carlisle laughs, and the moment is so ridiculous. he's sitting in bed, your hand still wrapped around his cock as you ramble about how cold it is. "you're too cute, baby," he says fondly, knowing that your mind is already racing with solutions because he knows that despite your nerves, you still do wanna have your first time with him.

"we need to microwave it to heat it up," you say, very seriously, looking into his eyes with the intensity of a woman who seriously wants to relinquish her virginity to her beloved boyfriend.

carlisle—the ever composed carlisle—actually sputters at that. "what? no, no," he wheezes out. "that's... darling, i can just take a hot bath, and then after that, we can do it, okay? no microwaving my... no microwaves, please."

this time, it's your turn to blink. "oh yeah, you can do that too," you mull, and carlisle chokes out another laugh.

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clark kent x fem!reader

summary: you meet krypto for the first time.

tags: no cws/tws, sfw, just pure fluff, clark is so in love and smitten, reader is cute and so is krypto, david corenswet!superman, no use of y/n

notes: this is my first drabble! yippee!

part 2

scaredy-cat!reader meeting krypto for the first time. you and clark have been dating for a couple of months now, and he finally grants your request to meet krypto after begging him for so long. (gosh darn it, he can't resist when you pull those pleading puppy dog eyes, it's like krypto all over again when he's asking for a treat.)

and so he brings krypto over to your apartment one day, and he's already thinking fondly about how you're gonna coo at krypto right away. what you don't realize is that yes, you love dogs to bits but you're also nervous around them, especially when you're not actually close to them. krypto is so excited to see you, tail wagging and barking, and clark is watching worriedly as you're trying to reach out to pet krypto, your hand trembling and your voice shaking as you say, "well, hello there, nice to meet you, buddy..."

but then krypto gets zoomies, turning around in circles, which makes you squeak and flinch, and next thing you know, you're running around your apartment screeching with krypto yipping happily and chasing you, his pup brain just registering you trying to escape as "oh! we're playing right now with the nice lady! okay, let's play! let's play all day!" while clark is also panicking, telling krypto to sit, come here, stop chasing her you silly dog—

and then krypto pounces on you, sending you down on your carpeted floor, and clark knows that krypto won't hurt anyone out of malice, he's such a good dog even though he's not the best at times, but he's not actually aware of his strength, so clark's stomach actually drops as he rounds the couch, his heart pounding and his mind racing with all the scenarios of you injured and hurt. but then he pauses when he hears a giggle, and he relaxes at what he sees.

it's you, lying on your back on the floor, with krypto standing by your side, licking and slobbering all over your face. and you're squealing a high-pitched "ewww!" but you don't stop krypto at all. instead, you're petting his fur, laughing out loud like you're the actual embodiment of sunshine. well, that's how clark sees you, at least. because seeing you warms him up and heals him the same way the yellow sun does.

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lex hates superman so much that i bet he has a superman stuffie he sleeps with every night. why? to make sure that he remembers how much he hates superman when he closes his eyes at night and when he also opens them in the morning, of course. yes, he knows he will remember his hatred no matter what, but it doesn't hurt to have extra precautions.

and if he catches himself hugging the stuffie close, that's fine, it's not what you think, he's actually choking it, not cuddling it. the whole "you're my last thought before i sleep, and you're still the first thing i think about when i wake up" kind of vibes. oh, lex hates him so much.

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pov it's actually miranda

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I saw the post by @nightstandart and just had to make a switch around version!! I heart them.. <33 also this is my first res evil fanart so yayyaa!!

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we are BACK!!!

(fingers crossed this doesn’t upload weird bc of the halftones texture, click for full resolution it fixes the issue i swear)

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Another one

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Sleepy