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I'm back to rick and Morty gang I'm back baby!!!! Here's a redraw!
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Sorry that I haven't been rlly active (ik no one cares) but just home stuff going on and I couldn't rlly draw on my tablet and I forgot I had Tumblr for a bit so I thought of doing a redraw and post it here since I've been a literal ghost on this app again apologies for my absence!!!
tw: smut, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, possessiveness, rough sex (kinda).
Silence filled the air beneath on 29 Neibolt Street, where his “nest”, his home, and the one that had now become yours, was located. He had done everything possible to make the place comfortable for you, not hesitating to change a few things just to have you there with him.
You were sleeping there, right in the middle of the place, comfortable, since he had made sure to give you a soft, cozy spot to rest.
On the other hand, he was arriving after going out hunting, but there was a different feeling inside him. He felt angry, defeated, and frustrated; something hadn’t gone the way he expected. When he arrived and saw you sleeping so peacefully, several emotions stirred within him. You looked so harmless in the situation you were in. He felt a bit threatened, and he knew that anyone who was against him would go after you —but he would never allow that—.
He would always make sure of your safety; no one would ever take you away from him —you were his for eternity— and he was going to make sure to prove it, always.
He approached you and positioned himself on top of you. He quickly moved to your neck and began to place kisses there while his hands roamed over your body. You slowly awoke from the weight you felt on top of you and felt the kisses on your neck.
“penny?” you asked, still a little sleepy and confused. When he didn't answer, you were about to say something else, but you were interrupted by a light bite on your neck that made you moan.
He looked at you with his yellow eyes shining, “mine”he said, and kissed you quickly, his hurried hands reaching for your shorts and tearing them off along with your underwear.
The kiss was hurried, and with your hands you began to caress his hair as you felt him position himself at your entrance and begin to push slowly, making you let out a moan muffled by the kiss.
When he was fully inside you, he broke the kiss and buried his face in your shoulder as he let out a groan and you moaned at feeling so full.
“mine… you’re mine” he said as he began to move, instantly increasing the speed of his thrusts, which made you moan even more and hug his shoulders.
“say it” he demanded as he thrust roughly.
“fuck… yes! i’m yours… only yours” you replied as you held on a little tighter to him, feeling the force of his movements increase.
In an instant, he had you on your stomach, thrusting into you from behind, his chest pressed against your back as he tore off the last garment you were wearing, your blouse.
One of his hands was on your waist while the other massaged your breasts.
“no one will take you away from me... no... I'll kill them” he began, leaving small bites on your neck and shoulders.
He quickened his movements when he felt you tighten around him, knowing your climax was near.
“yes... gonna to fill you up”
“please” you cried out in pleasure as you felt his fingers circling your clit.
“gonna to fill you and you're gonna carry my children”
“yes!... i wanna– wanna have your children” the heat of the moment clouded your judgment, but the way he was speaking to you and how he was making you feel made you want to receive everything he gave you.
His hand moved from your waist to your belly and began to caress it, “you’ll look so beautiful carrying my child… yes… round and full”.
With those last words, you reached your limit and let out a final moan as you felt him filling you.
He held you in his arms as you recovered from that intense orgasm, “you’re gonna have all my children” he said, placing light kisses on your shoulder, “and i’ll take care of you, i’ll take care of us and all of them… for eternity”.
summary: bill has a surprise present for y/n on christmas eve
pairing: bill skarsgård x female reader
warnings: fluff, long-distance relationship, mush mush and more mush
word count: 1543 words
a/n: something sweet for christmas my lovelies 💕
"Have you decorated the tree yet?" Bill asked, his voice tinny through the video call to Y/N.
She could see him walking down a dark street, but she couldn't exactly place where he was. He'd been away for filming in Belgium for a few weeks now, and although she was used to him working so close to holidays, she was starting to want her man home with her for Christmas.
"Yep, just finished it this afternoon," Y/N said from her pile of blankets she'd fashioned into a fort on the couch. "Oh, hold on I'll let you see."
She tapped the screen to rotate the camera and point it at the Christmas tree, the sparkling lights filling the screen as the fireplace crackled in the background. The plant was much taller than she was, and just a little taller than Bill, but she'd still managed to decorate it with a mixture of traditional and modern baubles and lights, some from her childhood, some from Bill's, and some that they'd collected together over the years.
"Still no candles?" Bill teased, knowing the answer he would get.
Y/N rolled her eyes and tapped the screen again to turn the camera back to herself. "If I don't trust myself with fire on a tree while you're here, I'm definitely not going to trust myself when you're not here."
"Okay, that's fair," he said with a laugh, his breath puffing out in the cold air. "Did anybody help you?"
"The guys helped me get it in the house and up, but I did all the decorating myself. I don't mind."
"It looks amazing, it's just missing one thing."
"What's that?" Y/N asked before realising what he meant.
The star.
Putting the star on the top was always Bill's job, since he was the only one who could reach it safely without climbing onto chairs or tables. Seeing the tree without its star just reminded her that her own star wasn't home with her yet.
"You always put it up for me," she said, looking at the screen again, his gentle smile making her heart pull a little. "I forgot that you were going to be away a little longer so I left it off."
"That's sweet," he said with a soft smile.
Y/N looked past him at the street he was on, and a weird sense of realisation came over her.
"What are you doing tonight? Anything fun?" she asked as she shifted on the sofa.
"Just heading home for the night," Bill said simply, but she could see a gleam in his eye that he wasn't telling her something. "Thought I'd walk instead of getting a cab."
"When will you be coming back here? Have they said when you'll get a break?"
"We started break today but I might need some time to get back home. But it'll be sooner rather than later."
"I hope so," Y/N sighed, her heart pulling with longing.
He was away for work so often that she sometimes forgot how lonely it could get without him. Phone calls and FaceTime could only fill that void so much.
"I'm almost there so I'd better go," Bill said as he came to a stop, snow falling around him and clinging to his hair.
"Okay," Y/N said, a small smile on her face. "I love you."
"Love you too, honey. I'll see you soon."
As soon as the call disconnected, Y/N settled back into the couch to watch a movie, only to be disturbed by the doorbell. She wasn't expecting anyone to show up at this time on Christmas Eve, especially since she'd already done her rounds to family earlier in the day.
With a grumble, Y/N dragged herself to her feet, shoved them into her fuzzy slippers and shuffled her way through the house to the front door, wrapping her robe tighter around herself. Even before opening the door, she could feel the cold seeping in through the doorframe. Getting it re-sealed would be a job for the new year.
Her sleeves covering her hands, she turned the key in the front door and pulled it open, the cold bursting into the house. She grimaced slightly and screwed her eyes shut, just making out the tall figure standing in front of her through her bleary eyes. Once she'd opened them again, her body relaxed and a smile broke out on her face.
"I hate you," she said with a laugh as soon as she saw who was on her doorstep.
"No, you don't," Bill replied, smiling gently at her as he gathered her in his arms and gently kissed her temple, his lips cold against her warm skin.
"No, I don't." Y/N eagerly returned his embrace, not caring that he was freezing cold and dripping snow onto her.
She was too happy to have him home in time for Christmas to care about probably getting hypothermia. If it wasn't for the flurry of snow blowing into the house, she could have clung to him forever.
"C'mon, we're gonna freeze," Y/N said when she reluctantly broke away from him and helped him bring his bags indoors.
The door closed behind them with a soft click, Bill took his coat off and hung it up before kicking his shoes off while Y/N brought his bags away from the front door and led him into the living room.
"When did you get in? If I knew you were coming I would have picked you up," she said as she crawled back into her blanket cave on the sofa.
"About three hours ago." Bill slumped down next to her and pulled her into his arms, blankets and all. "And besides, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise."
Y/N hummed in agreement as she snuggled into him, warmth filling her from the inside as she rested her head against his shoulder, his face still cold from the outside. At that moment, he could have been a walking block of ice and she'd still try to be as close to him as possible. All that mattered was that she had him back home.
His fingers under her chin, he gently tilted her face up to meet his, his other hand pulling her closer to his body until her forehead rested against his. She could feel him start to warm up as he brushed his nose with hers and captured her lips, kissing her softly and sweetly. Y/N let her body melt into him as she eagerly returned his kisses, her lips moving against his like she was drowning and he was oxygen.
"I missed you so much," she whispered against his mouth.
"I missed you too," Bill said, his lips still brushing against hers, and briefly pulled away from her to tenderly stroke her face. "Merry Christmas, baby."
Y/N dove in to kiss him again, taking his face in her hands as she pressed her lips to his, long and soft before reluctantly breaking away and resting her head on his chest again, contentment washing over her as she settled into him, letting her mind clear until the only thing she could focus on was him.
"The tree does look really good," Bill said after a while, breaking Y/N out of her daze. "But now I can add that finishing touch for you."
Y/N whined when he untangled himself from her, wanting to stay cuddled up with him for as long as humanly possible. She already felt colder as she watched him stand up, grab the star from the coffee table and make his way over to the tree, his long legs taking him there in barely a second.
Her eyes roamed over his tall form as he reached up to place the star on the top of the tree, his sweater rising up his stomach in the process, showing his toned muscles. The sight of her ridiculously tall man having to reach up to put a glittery gold plastic star on top of a tree was so adorable that she couldn't help but smile as she watched him. It truly felt like the holidays had arrived now that she had Bill home, and the tree was completely decorated.
"Ta-dah!" he said once he'd lowered his arms again, taking a step away from the tree to admire their handiwork.
"Good job, team," Y/N said as she stood up from the couch, leaving the blankets behind her as she joined Bill next to the tree, the twinkling lights casting coloured shadows across them.
"You did all the hard work, I just added the finishing touch."
"And a very nice finishing touch it is."
Y/N wrapped her arms around Bill's waist and rested her cheek on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as he returned her embrace. Her eyes drifted closed when she felt him lean down to gently kiss the top of her forehead and she hummed in content as she breathed in his scent, her senses remembering him.
Even if it was just for a short while, she was happy to have him home and all to herself.
PLLEEAASSSEEE do a part 2 of those roman godfrey x shy! Reader headcanons!!!!!
Anonymous said:
roman godfrey x plus sized!shy reader? thank you!
Here’s some more general headcannons with Roman loving a shy, plus-sized girl to hold you guys over until I can publish a full-length Shy Reader X Roman Imagine!
Roman adores how shy you are
Although you aren’t really dating, he takes it upon himself to make you go pink.
He loves that he can make you blush without even trying.
“Hi beautiful, how are you today?”
He would always ask with a wink that would make your cheeks grow red.
“I-I’m good Roman, h-how are you?”
“Better now that I’m talking to you.”
Always holding your hand in the halls.
Giving your hand a reassuring squeeze whenever someone snickers.
He makes sure to make you forget about their evil-eyed stares.
“You don’t need them, Y/N, you’re beautiful.”
You don’t doubt him when he says it.
Partly because he uses a light mind trick on you to give you confidence.
“T-Thanks Roman.”
He buys you clothes and sweets when his mind tricks aren’t enough.
“Roman, you don’t have to.”
“I want to, I will.”
He hates it when you’re self-conscious but he also enjoys it.
Roman wants you to see how wonderful you are, inside and out
But he also loves spoiling you.
“Roman, did you buy me a dress?”
“I thought it would look good on you?”
“O-Okay…”
“That and I want you to go to the dance with me.”
“What?!”
The night of the dance, your heart couldn’t stop beating a mile and second.
The dress hugged every part of you, appearing to you, to look ugly.
But Roman couldn’t take his eyes off you.
“You look like a queen,” he said, trying to hide his awe.
“Th-Thanks, Roman.”
His hands were on you for the entire dance.
Slow dancing and feeling everyone’s eyes on you.
“They’re all staring,” you whispered and Roman sensed your fear.
“Of course they are,” he whispered back, “you’re gorgeous.”
You feel a little more proud around Roman after the dance.
You don’t stutter as much, but boy do you still blush.
Also after the dance, Roman can’t look at you the same way.
He wants more of you.
This boy finds every inch of you stunning.
He finds himself staring at you without any shame whatsoever.
When you see him staring, you blush of course.
“You look great today,” he’d drawl, his green eyes taking in your figure.
“T-Thanks,” you would manage to stutter out.
Roman would smirk, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips.
“See you after school, Y/N.”
His eyes flash a darker green and you agree.
“Y-Yeah, see you then.”
He only used his mind trick because he knew you would shyly back out of any plans.
He hoped that one day, you’d be open enough to him where it wouldn’t be necessary.
You meet him at his car after school, butterflies in your tummy as always.
“Hey sweetheart,” he’d say, a smile playing on his lips.
More butterflies.
“Hi. W-Where are we off to today?”
“I was thinking the diner. Sound good?”
“Sure.”
He drives with the top down, knowing how you love the feeling of the wind on your face.
And Roman loves the way you relax under the shining sun.
When you get to the diner, you seemed to have wiggled out of your shell.
“You smile when you’re confident,” Roman would point out.
You’d immediately look down, your smile curling away.
But Roman lifts your face and you meet his eyes.
“Don’t stop smiling, it looks good on you.”
You sit in a circle booth, shoulder to shoulder.
Roman is warm and you melt beside him.
“Whatcha want to eat?”
You swallowed hard, your confidence waning.
“I um, a salad?”
“Y/N.”
“What?”
He orders you your favorite diner food, not a salad.
“Don’t be shy around me,” he begged as the waiter walked away after taking your orders.
“I-I don’t-”
He cut you off with a kiss, his plush lips against your own.
One of his hands gripped your waist and the other held your face to his as he deepened the kiss.
You could feel the burning blush on your cheeks as he removed his lips from yours.
“Don’t. I want to know every part of you.”
He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, looking into your eyes.
But he didn’t have to use a mind trick on you this time.
“Okay, Roman.”
After that, you weren’t so shy anymore.
You still blushed, but not because you were bashful.
Sorry that I haven't posted in about 2 months. I was dealing with home issues, and I didn't have the time to draw that much, but now I'm better and ready to draw!!!