Multi Fandom Daddies

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

It almost seemed like it was never going to happen. What with the Musketeers and their daring adventures. D’artagnan had almost missed the ceremony. But he made it last minute, scraped and bruised but he was there. He couldn’t have looked more handsome in his uniform and beautiful eyes full of love for you.

After the celebrations, D’artagnan had pulled you to your room. Your room. Yours and D’artagnan. It was still so strange to think that what was his was yours, and what was yours was his. As soon as that door closed, D’artagnan lay you down on the bed, covering you with kisses as he slowly undid your wedding dress. Every inch of your skin that was revealed would be worshipped by him. D’artagnan would want you to know you meant the world to him. That he loved you more than anything.

He would make love to you all through the night. He couldn’t get enough of you. As you would come together, D’artagnan would link your fingers, wanting to be as close as possible to you. To always be connected to you. When it was finally daylight, D’artagnan and you would curl up, ready for sleep and ready to enjoy the rest of your married life together.

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

D’artagnan always makes sure you’re comfortable, no matter if you’re participating in some rough sex. He’ll stop mid-way through, cupping your face and making sure that you are still okay. He wants you to know that you are safe with him, and that he’d never be angry if all you wanted was to stop and cuddle instead. He’ll run his fingers through your hair and pepper your jaw with kisses, tickling your sides until you’re giggling with him.

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

Afterwards, he’ll make sure to get you all cleaned up. He’d have some water heating up by the fire and would wash you. When you were all comfortable, he would bring you into his arms, whispering how much he loved you, how perfect and beautiful you are. How you were the only one for him and that he was so lucky to have you. When you were falling asleep, D’artagnan would trace patterns on your skin before kissing you sweetly and falling to sleep himself.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Walter helping you feel better after he catches you self-harming.

“Y/N, please don’t do this” his soft voice begged behind you and you could hear the tremor in his voice at the scene in front of him. 

“Walt just... just give me a few minutes okay” you murmured, trying to clean up the mess that you had made with the small pocket knife you carried with you. 

“Here... let me help you” he offered, coming round and kneeling in front of you. He ignored thinking about all the ungodly germs and bacteria that was going onto him from the bathroom floor. 

“Fine... but no glitter” you told him, making him chuckle. 

“No glitter this time” he promised, getting out a small chip that he placed on the wound. instantly it began repairing your skin, fixing the cut there and bringing the skin together, leaving fresh unblemished skin.

“I know what you’re thinking. I’m this super agent, who can’t even deal with this” you sobbed, wiping the tears flooding down your cheeks. 

“I don’t think that, Y/N. I think you’re a strong and brave person, who bad things have happened to” Walter disagreed, squeezing your hand and making you look at him.

Sure Walter was known as the weirdo, and you admitted, his gadgets were different from everyone else’s. But that’s what was so special about them, They did the job without people getting hurt. You had seen enough people getting hurt and killed on missions to know that his kind of gadgets could change the world.

“All those things I’ve seen, Walt. Evil, terrible things and this is the only thing that helps. It stops the memories for a while so they don’t hurt” you admitted, squeezing his hand and closing your eyes, not wanting to see his sympathetic look. 

“There’s always going to be bad things and people doing bad in the world, Y/N. But there are more doing good, people naturally want to help and aid others. Just think, every time there’s a disaster on the TV, you always see people volunteering to help. Not because of what they can get out of it, but because it’s the right thing to do” Walter insisted, taking the small pocket knife you were clutching in your hand. 

You stopped and stared at him, taking in everything he had just said. Maybe he was right. You had never thought about it that way. This job made it hard to see the good, even in everyday life. But Walter was right, there was good people out there and they were worth fighting for. 

Definitely know the feeling! Reader can get periods in this.

"Peter. Peter."

You huffed, curled up on the sofa, blanket wrapped tight around you. You felt awful, the worst you could ever remember feeling. You were nauseous, stomach cramping and your head was pounding. All you wanted to do was curl up with your cuddly wolf, watch some crappy comfort TV and fall asleep. Everything was ready and in place for that to happen. Apart from your cuddle wolf who had abandoned you in your agony.

"PETER!" you called, grimacing at pain shooting through your stomach and your head. "Ow! I know you can hear me, you gigantic twat!" you grumbled, resting your head on the soothing cushions beneath you.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" he drawled, sauntering towards you.

"Fuck you" you pouted. Seeing his smirk, I knew that a witty retort was on his lips. "Shut up and cuddle me. Please" you whined, reaching out to him.

Peter rolled his eyes, bending down to press a brief kiss to your head before sliding into the seat next to you. "Love how you asked so nicely" he teased, peeling you out of your cocoon.

You scowled at him, trying to tug the blankets off him before he managed to sneak into it with you. "You're lucky I love you" you murmured, curling up into him.

He flared his nostrils, taking in your scent. Even if he couldn't smell your pain, he would damn well smell the blood coming from you. You sighed, burying into him to try and get as much warmth as possible.

"Again?" he asked, laying a hand on your stomach. You sighed in relief his hotter temperature gave you.

"Have you took the medication the doctor gave you?" he murmured, running his other through your hair.

You ducked your head, hoping he'd leave that line of questioning. "Y/N?" he drawled, lifting your chin so he could look into your eyes.

"You said you didn't like the way I smelled on them" you whined, burying your head into his neck.

Peter rolled his eyes before pulling you into his lap. Both hands rested on your stomach now and you could feel the pain lifting as he pulled it away. God you loved having a werewolf for a boyfriend, especially during that time.

"Silly human, I meant they made you smell like a hospital, not that you stink... although" he grinned into your neck.

You gasped, shoving his shoulder gently but he only chuckled, nuzzling the back of your neck as he pulled you to lie down.

"Good thing you're my personal hot water bottle and pain drainer then, Wolfy" you sighed happily, muscles finally relaxing after the dreaded discovery this morning.

"Yeah, yeah. Choose a show" Peter muttered, holding you tight to him and draining the pain away. Sighing, you chose your favourite show and traced the black veins crawling up his arms, glad to finally have Peter to bring you some comfort while you were in pain.

This turned more angsty than I had planned.

You stormed into your chambers, deep within the Volturi stronghold. Although it was beautiful, it was feeling more and more like a prison.

“Y/N please. I had to” your boyfriend sighed, following after you.

“You just had to huh? Had to?” You cried, spinning around to face him. It was a good thing he was a vampire as he almost slammed into you.

“It’s dangerous. Newborns being created everywhere we turn. They could weaken me by taking you” he frowned, reaching for your hand. “I couldn’t live if anything happened to you” he breathed, pushing a stray strand of hair away.

“Christ! Don’t you dare turn into another Edward Cullen. Bella may put up with that shit but I won’t” you snapped, turning away from him as you stalked over to the bed. Quickly kicking off your shoes, you crossed your arms and sulked.

“Y/N please. I will take you shopping instead. We can go wherever you want” Alec pleaded, coming over to sit next to you on the bed.

You gaped, unable to believe him. “Screw you!” You snapped. Whatever he thought about humans, you were not weak, you could protect yourself.

“You already have” Alec scowled, frustrated at the argument now.

You sat on the bed, letting Bones fuss around you as he patched you up. He was grumbling under his breath, shaking his head before going back to grumbling once more. In any other situation, you would have laughed. Only this time, you were in the hot seat and you knew Bones was not best pleased with you getting hurt. 

“Come on Bones, it’s not even that bad. A little bite isn’t going to hurt anyone” you assured, before wincing as he stuck a hypospray into your arm. 

“You sound just like our Captain” he said, getting out a paste to put on the wound. It would heal in no time.

“Well duh, he is my brother” you rolled your eyes, smirking up at him. 

“Don’t remind me. Another Kirk to worry about, darlin” he scoffed, applying the paste to your arm. 

“Bones, you make it sound like we attract trouble” you chuckled before relenting. “Okay, maybe Jim does but I’m the picture of innocence” you teased, knocking your knee against his thigh. 

“Darlin, if you looked up innocence in the dictionary, the picture wouldn’t be you” he snorted, making you gape at him. 

“Look, just because I get into situations doesn’t mean I’m not innocent. Besides, how could I not touch the little guy. He was so cute and he stared up at me with these great big green eyes” you insisted, biting your lip at remembering the cute pet in the market.

“Just because you see a cute animal does not mean you should pet it!” Bones rebuked, spreading the thick paste over the bite. 

“Maybe you’re right” you grumbled, willing to admit defeat at that statement. The little guy didn’t take too kindly to you reaching behind his ears and petting his head. Within seconds he had growled at you and bit into your forearm, making you stumble back and nearly land into a market stall. 

“Next time you go on shore leave. I’ll have to come with ya, god knows what could happen otherwise” he told you, rolling his eyes as you winced at the paste doing it’s work. “Big baby” he mumbled, although his lips lifted up into a small smile. 

“Why Doctor McCoy! Are you asking me on a date next shore leave?” you teased, getting off the bed and pressing closer to him.