A/N: Apparently it’s fluff day! so here, have some fluffy smut!! this was actually a request:
well i would ask for some very fluffy smut with our beloved murder husband, maybe inspired by the bloody shirtless scene from the trailer? don’t get me wrong i looooooooooooove your hardcore frank smut but i would definetly also love me some fluffy love makin!
so here ya go sweet lil anon! some fluffy love makin’! (also i’m sorry if this sucks! i was feelin a little off :/
Warnings: smut, obvi. fluffy smut, unprotected sex, language
A bang from the other room has you
jumping awake and sitting up in bed, looking around frantically for the source
of the noise. You notice Max isn’t at
the end of the bed where he fell asleep, and you feel a bit of panic before
realizing if there was someone he didn’t know in the apartment, he’d be going
crazy. So it must be Frank.
You look over at the clock on your
nightstand and groan. At two in the
morning. You sigh and toss the blankets
off of you, grabbing one of Frank’s barely worn flannels off the floor and
pulling it tight around you. Your shitty
apartment had even shittier heating, and the swift onset of fall had left
little time for you to brace yourself for the cold.
Send me a character and I’ll provide a brief headcanon on the following topics:
a lesson they learned in their childhood: “Difficult” seems to mean something different to everyone else.
a reason they have for getting out of bed each morning: Depends on canon point, really. Prior to finding a DN, he’s probably doing it because you have to go through the motions of every day life before you can actually do anything of consequence, and there might be a small chance of something interesting happening. Later canon, he has a world to fix.
a fear: I think at the core of it, Light has this kind of ennui stemming from the thought that despite his best efforts into things that really matter to him, nothing will actually change from the status quo because society and human nature are slow to change.
a strength: He’doesn’t find the prospect of grinding work daunting. He’s disciplined and has a good work ethic.
how they think others perceive them: The golden boy. He gives the world his best face and he knows he can be cute/charming/impressive as he needs to be.
how they perceive themselves: Gifted. He knows he’s smart and that he’ll be going places in the future.
whether or not they consider themselves a ‘decent’ person: Yep, definitely. He views himself as a model hard working, law abiding citizen who only wants the best for society.
a temptation / proclivity they have: He has random habits that mostly manifest when he’s bored? Pen twirling, staring out of windows, daydreaming, wondering why time can’t go faster.
an alternate career to what they have in canon (if applicable): Could see him becoming a prosecutor, but pretty much he’s going to follow in his dad’s footsteps, join the NPA and eventually become the director general…. and maybe find himself a cabinet position way down the line.
how they waste time: Video games with Sayu or Ryuk, going for walks
Headcanons of mikasa interacting with other 104th boys beside eren and armin??? That would be awesome :D (++points for many cracks lmao)
Oh hell yeah !
Mikasa has been Jean’s muse for a long time. He will always have a soft spot for Mikasa, even well into adulthood. She inspires him to continue to fight and work hard. She doesn’t realize the impact she has left on him, even after they have grown close and he’s told her how he felt.
Marco and Mikasa have a super genuine friendship. He makes her feel welcomed, comfortable. She doesn’t have to force herself to speak when she’s around him - he’s perfectly fine with mutual silence and continues to encourage her to be more open about how she feels about things!
Head rubs are how many people express their affection towards Connie and Mikasa is no different. Connie spends half the time trying to get this girl to laugh, smile, something, and rarely does he ever manage to get that wind chime laugh of hers, followed by some head ruffles. Her fingers slightly weave through his hair when he grows it out.
Reiner is the Dad Friend™ and Mikasa is the Mom Friend™. They’re always looking out for others, making sure they’re okay and eating, and have their own adorkable ways of expressing their gratitude to their friends.
Bertholdt is softspoken, quiet, like she is. She feels quite smol standing next to him most days, but she has her advantages. He’s always willing to lend a hand when she needs to reach a book on the top shelf!
I have a request if you don't mind. How about Cayde's s/o is on a mission on the moon and while exploring a hive cave, it collapses. His s/o gets their leg stuck and they're low on ammo. So after s/o doesn't return from their mission, what would Cayde do? Sorry if that was a lot.
I’m accepting requests with an open door. Don’t worry, it was sufficient. No need to say sorry because that makes me sad. Not lying here, but it does.
The chatter between the two of you dies down and Cayde had known you. You were not the type of person to let the conversation hang. You let it continue when you were in a line of work. Sure, some prefer silence but some prefer music, voices, etc.
After 1 hour of radio silence, the Vanguard received a distress signal from the Moon. There were no Guardians, except you. Cayde decided to make a Rescue Team which consists of himself and his Ghost.
Zavala knew that he can’t stop Cayde so he gave him clearance to go to the Moon. Cayde is trying to know if this is the real Zavala or he’s dreaming. Anyways, he left the Tower in a quick rush and use the hyperdrive in his ship.
Once landed on the Moon, his Ghost picked up the signal. It was faint but it was traceable. Cayde summon his Sparrow and track the signal down.
He had to avoid the Fallen because they were not the center of his attention. The only thing he attended to was you and the Hive. He hoped that the Hive doesn’t get to you.
“We’re here,” His Ghost says as he got off from the Sparrow. “The signal is coming from that cave.”
His optics widened as he saw that the cave entrance has rocks that blocked his way. The signal became stronger when Cayde step right in front of the blocked entrance.
His Ghost has an idea but it heard your Ghost speaking to the entrance. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t do it. They’re leg are stuck and the Hive hasn’t noticed us. Not yet.”
Cayde had to come up with something. Cut off their leg? Take out the rocks? A lightbulb came. “I have an idea. Its a good one, trust me on this.”
And you and your Ghost trust him. He went back to his ship and flew it directly on top of the cave. A cable was lowered with a hook. Cayde’s Ghost got the memo. So, Cayde went to work. He pulled out the debris that was blocking the entrance and his idea worked. He saw you sitting on the ground, holding your wounded leg.
Cayde’s Ghost pilot the ship while he transmat out of his ship and back to the cave entrance.
“How’s the leg?” He asked you, worry laced within his voice when he kneeled next to you.
You replied, “It will heal.” To clear his worries, you smile at him. “Now, let’s head back to the Tower. I need a hot cup of hot chocolate.”
Summary- Queen Gwendolyn has been hiding something from King Negan. (medieval AU)
Word Count- 4k
Warnings- Punishments, Anal Stuff, It’s just mostly smut…
Author’s Note- This is for a request “can you possibly write for king Negan and Gwen if she found out she finally got pregnant” So here ya go, Anon! Hope you like it. Also…I live for comments and reblog. Even if you just add a gif. I love that…like I look at all of my story reblogs just to see…
If I forgot to tag you, I apologize. I really need to reformat all my tag lists. It’s getting confusing. Just send me a note. Thanks!
The entire castle was gathered in the courtyard awaiting to
celebrate the arrival of King Negan. He had been gone for three months
destroying a herd of unholy creatures that had decimated villages on the
outskirts of a neighboring kingdom, feeding off the living, leaving nothing but
mangled corpses for scavengers to feast upon. Negan had ridden off with his
Saviors to rid the world of these monsters they called walkers.
Queen Gwendolyn’s back ached as she stood. They had been
gathered for what seemed like hours ever since their banners had been spotted along
the horizon. Negan probably loved making all his subjects wait, sadistic man
that he was. Finally, the trumpets sounded as they rode through the gate.
Although she knew her husband and his knights were the most
fearsome of warriors, she had worried for him while he was gone. She had not
had any communication from him since he left. No letters. No notes. Nothing but
a messenger sent to ride ahead a few days ago to herald their return. The
concern she had once felt for him was quickly overpowered by fear.
She discreetly tugged at the neckline of her blue bodice. Even
though she had let her dresses out, her breasts strained against the fabric.
She clasped her hands in front of her hoping her long belled sleeves would
cover the evidence of her secret since her skirts no longer hid the small
tell-tale curve of her abdomen where the next heir of the kingdom grew. Whispers
were spreading, but still, she had not announced the joyous news.