Theon Greyjoy X Fem!Reader

 Bruce Wayne / Batman

The Dark Knight Series (2005 - 2012)

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Headcanons

One-Shots

Mood Boards

Dating Bruce Wayne / Batman

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘫𝘰𝘺

Game of Thrones (2011 to 2019)

Fate

Summary: All of the heirs of the seven kingdoms are welcomed to compete for the eldest Stark daughter’s (your) hand in marriage. You reunite with an old friend, but refuse to be distracted as you compete for your freedom. Loosely based on the Disney movie ‘Brave.’

Warnings: Smut, MDNI (18+)

Type: Mini Series

Top Gun (1986)

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky Headcanons

{NSFW Pt. 2}

18+ Only, Minors DNI

Warnings: Sexual Situations (nothing too detailed)

He can be a little kinky…

-praise kink, for sure

-he loves to pin your wrists above your head (is not opposed to using handcuffs)

-maybe a hint of a breeding kink

-not into anything with a lot of pain as he never ever wants to hurt you inside or outside of the bedroom, although he does like the occasional light spank or his hand around your throat, although not like cutting off air circulation choking

Sometimes the aviators stay on during sex

-more for you than him, they’re hot

Rings also sometimes stay on during sex (you love how the cold metal feels)

He likes being the dominant one most of the time, but loves the occasional switch as he knows you feel powerful when you ride him and make him shout your name (and that confidence then turns him on even more)

HUGE sex drive (like he can go forever, you cum multiple times in one long session)

Also big on aftercare

-he often gets very touchy-feely after sex, no matter if it was rougher or softer

-he often likes to carry you to the bathroom after and the two of you take a bath or a shower (when it’s aftercare bathing there’s no sex, simply being near each other and taking care of each other

-if you’re both too tired to take a shower, he will at least get a towel and clean you up a bit before you fall asleep in each other’s arms

-he will always bring you water or a snack or whatever you need right away afterwards

Lots of shower/bath sex (if you guys start in there)

-often times when he comes home from work he will go straight to the bathroom to take a shower and, if he invites you and if you want to, you end up hopping in the shower/bath with him

He likes doing stuff in public

-he likes teasing you under the table when at bars or in restaurants (especially if you’re out with other people)

-never too too risky but risky enough for the adrenaline rush

-some public(ish) places you’ve fucked: bar bathroom, restaurant bathroom, his car, the beach (in water and on sand), pool, airplane hangar, Top Gun classroom, on naval ship, etc

He loves using any and every surface as a ‘bed’

-examples: kitchen/bathroom counter, floor, couch, car seat, table, chair, desk, hood of car, etc

-really anywhere and everywhere it’s physically possible

Hope you guys liked it!

Lemme know if you want another part!

Hello, Lovelies!

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I am planning to start posting on here very soon and I just wanted to put this up on my profile so any first time visitors will get and understanding of what I’m all about.

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Fate

Theon Greyjoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Robert’s rebellion and the extinction of the Targaryen house, House Stark decides it shall take part in one of its oldest traditions in which, on the eighteenth name day of the the eldest daughter of the Lord of Winterfell, a tournament shall be hell for her hand. Noble men from all corners of the seven kingdoms travel to Winterfell to compete, including your childhood friend Theon Greyjoy. However, anyone who believes that you are to let yourself be married off without a fight is in for a rude awakening. Loosely based off of the Disney animated movie ‘Brave.’

Warnings: Smut, MDNI (18+)

Part One

Word Count: 1,461

“In accordance with one of the eldest traditions of House Stark, from the days of its sovereignty over the North of Westeros, on the eighteenth nameday of the eldest daughter of the Lord of Winterfell, a tournament shall be held. Any heir of nobility, affluence, and honor set to inherit their lord father’s seat is permitted to compete in the event for the daughter of Winterfell’s hand, of which shall be determined by she.”

The words of your father echoing out through the great hall made your heart drop into your stomach. In air in your chest escaped you, a tight pain replacing it, squeezing at your throat. Your lips parted as your law slacked in astonishment, eyes wide as all of the rest in the hall turned to you.

You wanted to scream, cry, argue, anything, but you found your tongue dry and your throat unable to utter a word. Your older brother, Robb, however, spoke for you.

“You cannot be serious, father? You wish to marry her to a random stranger!” He argued, shaking his head.

Sansa smiled at you, attempting to calm your nerves. “I find it terribly romantic,” she spoke.

“Then you do it!” You yelled out at her, finally finding your words. If you were able to think straight, you may feel guilty for yelling at your younger sister who was only trying to lighten your suddenly dark mood. You turned to your father, glaring and squeezing your fists. “I am not a prize to be won! I am the eldest daughter of Winterfell and I wish to choose who I marry.”

Eddard Stark looked at his daughter a bit solemnly, feeling a tad bit of guilt for allowing Catelyn to talk him into adhering to this ancient Northern tradition. It had not been utilized for decades, so he did not know why they needed to start it again now.

Except, deep down, he did. The North had given many men and resources to the rebellion that Eddard had decided to back. The rebellion had divided the seven kingdoms. Eddard knew that this competition would not only bring the noble houses together, but it would promote trade and investments in the North and House Stark.

Eddard didn’t want to use his daughter as a pawn, but he thought this could also be an opportunity for her. You had always loved Winterfell and the North, but you wanted to explore and see the rest of the seven kingdoms. You wanted to fall in love and live somewhere new, have a life of your own separate from your family and the North. This competition was the best way to explore all of your options.

“You will choose the tournament in which the men compete,” Eddard spoke, hoping that it would satisfy his daughter even if only the tiniest bit. He was very wrong, however, as your face grew more red.

“You wish for me to sit obediently and choose a game for stubborn, stupid men to play? A game that will determine the course of the rest of my life?” You yelled at him, even shocking your mother with your blind rage. You let out a huff, calming yourself to a light seething. “I will find a way out of this,” you promised, stomping out of the great hall.

You raced to the stables, grabbing hold of your bow and quiver that you had stashed outside of your horse’s stall from the day before. You saddled your stallion as quickly as you could, muttering angrily to yourself as you went. You then mounted the beast, patting his side with urgency to let him know you needed him to run as fast as he could, the two of you racing into the forests of Winterfell. You knocked an arrow on your bow, drawing back the string and aiming at your first target.

Theon treaded quietly through the tall grass, his fingertips brushing the green weeds. You knew it was him coming up behind you without even turning. He was, in fact, the only person that knew of this spot. Your little clearing at the edge of the woods that looked out over a meadow which expanded for miles.

It had been only your spot for a long time, until one day you had been so upset that you had stayed there for a full day, sunrise to sunset. Your family had been so worried that they all went looking for you themselves. Theon had found you first, following your archery targets that trailed through the forest on its trees.

“I won’t do it, Theon,” you spoke, biting back the new round of tears that threatened to spill. You had just managed to stop crying. “I won’t let some pompous, shrewd, half wit marry me. I will find a way out of this.”

Theon sat down beside you in the grass, letting out all of his worries and stress out in a long breath as you leaned your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and leaving a soft kiss on the top of your head.

Your relationship with Theon had always been a complicated one, from the moment he was brought home as a ward-slash-prisoner by your father. You had never treated him as anything less than family, though, which created a very close and unbreakable bond between the two of you.

Sometimes you would fantasize about your father and mother marrying you off to him, becoming the Princess of Pyke and living on the sea. However, your mother made it very clear that Theon would not be marrying any Stark daughter. Catelyn barely tolerated him being your friend, she would die if she found out there was a hidden romance.

You knew that she had nothing to be worried about, though. Theon Greyjoy would never see you as anything other than a slightly younger sister. And you would never see him as anything more than a slightly older brother-slash-hostage, of a sort. Or so Theon told himself.

“Who knows, princess, you could meet the love of your life through this tournament,” he spoke, his voice sounding more sad than he meant it too. You did not notice, though. “All of the young, noble men of the seven kingdoms competing for your hand could bring you a bit of fun.”

You scrunched up your nose, looking at him. He hated how adorable he found your expression. You shook your head, pressing your cheek to his arm and staring up at him with wide eyes, lashes fluttering sweetly. He would die for you if you demanded it while looking at him like that.

“You know I hate it when you call me that,” you spoke.

“I know-” he smirked amusingly before leaning in to you closer, lowering his voice. “-princess.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing off of him with a scoff. Allowing your shoulders to rest against one another’s comfortably as you fiddled with the long grass.

A calm moment of silence passed between you two, the breeze dancing through grass, kicking up the sweet smell of spring Earth that you loved about the North so much. The South smelled much too floral for your liking. The North smelled like the real outdoors, the land you loved so much.

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” you spoke sadly, staring at your hands as they fiddled with a stem, frowning.

Theon looked over at you, watching as the wind blew around the wisps of hair that had escaped your messy braid, making you look exactly how you were always meant to: wild and free. He admired it, admired you.

“Me too,” he breathed out. “That place doesn’t really feel like my home anymore.”

“Don’t say that,” you frowned even more, feeling guilty for ripping this boy away from his home and his family, a thing in which of course had no hand. “Pyke will always be your home.”

Theon shook his head, picking a flower from nearby and tucking it behind your ear, smiling as you turned to look at him. “My home is right here,” he spoke, so softly that you wondered if you had imagined it.

Your breath caught in your chest and, for a moment, you could have sworn that Theon looked down at your lips.

“I will be back with you in a fortnight,” his voice seemingly cementing the statement in stone. “I promise, princess.”

Theon Greyjoy left for his home of the Iron Isles the next day. A fortnight passed and you waited at the gates for him, but he did not come. You waited each day for a week, asking your father about when he would return. However, you were met with silence every time.

Part two coming soon!!

Rooftop Solace

Joey Tribbiani (Friends) x Fem!Reader

Summary — You are unable to sleep after a huge fight with your parents about your relationship, so you sneak out onto the rooftop of your apartment to get some fresh air. Thankfully, your boyfriend, Joey, is always willing to comfort you.

Words — 1,945

Warnings — Controlling parents, family discourse

Type — Fluff!

You gasped for air as you sat up in bed, your hand pressed against your chest as silent tears ran down your face. You desperately tried to calm your racing heart, the thumping echoing through your entire body.

It was another sleepless night, your slumber plagued with nightmares every time you closed your eyes. You had these strange periods in time where every few weeks you had a few nights of restlessness.

Your parents had recently been in the city to visit you and the stress of seeing them only seemed to make the sleeplessness worse. They had never approved of your relationship with Joey as they believed him not to be good enough for you so every time you saw them or even spoke to them over the phone, they would make subtle hints as to their disapproval. This most recent visit was not so subtle.

Your father straight up called Joey an idiot and you could no longer contain your anger. You yelled at him and your mother, telling them that their behavior and constant harassment was unacceptable and you wouldn’t tolerate it any longer. You then told them to get out and you hadn’t talked to them since.

Truth be told, part of you felt better after that whole argument. Joey hadn’t been the first time your parents had ridiculed a major aspect of your life. They never forgave you for deciding not to pursue a law degree or moving away from your hometown to live a life in the big city. Now they thought that the man you saw a serious future with would only ever want to sleep with you and nothing else.

The thoughts clouding your mind suddenly became to much and you began to feel as though you were suffocating in the tiny bedroom of the apartment that you shared with Monica and Rachel. You threw the covers off of your body and slid your slippers onto your feet, throwing a grey hoodie on over your basic tee and fabric shorts you considered sleepwear, leaving the hoodie unzipped.

You snuck out of your bedroom and finally out of the apartment, making sure to grab your key and lock the door behind you as you headed up to the roof of the apartment building. You stood by Joey and Chandler’s door for a moment, considering waking Joey up and asking him to accompany you, but you decided against it. While you knew he would never say no to you, you also knew he had an audition in the morning and you wanted to make sure he got his beauty sleep.

There wasn’t a single sound accept for your slippers shuffling across the floor through the dark halls as you made your way up to the roof, finally feeling a bit of relief as you took in a breath of fresh air upon exiting the halls of the apartment building.

You walked over to the edge of the roof, staring out at the beautiful city beyond. The lights danced across your eyes as distant sounds of cars and people could be heard echoing through the city that never sleeps.

A soft smile played on your lips as you released another deep breath of air, the soft summer wind blowing your hair back as you tilted your head to look up at the stars. While they weren’t very visible through the light pollution, they still had you smiling.

You loved this roof. It was a sanctuary for you. A place where you could go to observe the chaotic city you loved without being in the center of it. It was beautiful, being a spectator to the world beyond your feet.

“Y/N?” A sleepy yet familiar voice spoke from behind you, bringing you out of your noisy thoughts. The owner of the voice came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close into his broad chest. “What are you doing up here so late, sweetheart?”

You smiled, softly, turning your head so that it rested against his chest, closing your eyes. You laid your hands on top of his which rested on your lower stomach.

“How did you know I was up, Joey?” You asked the man hugging your from behind.

He let out a breath, pressing a kiss to your hairline above your forehead before you turned your head back forward to observe the city once again.

“Monica heard you leave the apartment and she texted me,” he told you, mumbling as he placed another kiss to the top of your head. “She told me that you haven’t been sleeping well lately. Is something wrong?”

You sighed, letting a moment of silence pass between the two of you before turning around in Joey’s arms to face him. He had dark circles under his eyes and he looked tired, but he also seemed eager to hear your response, as if it were the most important thing in the world.

You reached up to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb along the dark skin under his eyes, growing as you did. He tilted his head to the side, leaning his face into your palm with a soft smile.

“I’m sorry that I woke you, especially when you have an audition in the morning,” you spoke, lowly, partially hoping that ignoring his question will make him forget the topic altogether.

He smiled at you softly, shaking his head as you dropped your hand from his face to rest against his chest as he still had his arms wrapped around you.

“You’re way more important to me than some silly audition,” he let out a lighthearted chuckle, shaking his head as though he were surprised and amused that you would ever think he would choose an audition over you.

“What if it was a super serious audition?” You asked, staring up at him with and amused smile.

“Oh, I would break up with you on the spot,” he joked, smiling as you laughed.

“But, seriously,” he spoke, leaning in so that his forehead rested against yours, your noses brushing and your lips only inches apart. “You are the most important thing in the world to me. No matter what, you will always come first with me,” he spoke lowly, so low that it was barley above a whisper.

The husky sound of his voice and the intense look in his eyes sent a shiver down your back. You swallowed, feeling as though you were speaking to this man for the first time. No matter how long you were together, those butterflies never went away.

“So, please, tell me what’s wrong, baby,” he spoke again, this time a bit softer, pulling his head away a bit as to give you room to speak.

You let out a sigh, running a hand through your messy hair before speaking. “You know how I had a big argument with my parents recently?” He nodded, waiting for you to continue. “Well, it was about you.”

You winced at your own words, waiting for Joey to suddenly look hurt or upset but, instead, he simply nodded as if he were pondering. You took his silence as a green light to continue speaking and you pulled out of his arms, suddenly unable to close the flood gates that was your ranting.

“My father and mother believe that I’m making a mistake by being with you,” you spoke, walking over to the edge of the roof again and gripping your hands onto the cement ledge. “Which is just ridiculous. They refuse to get to know you or to know anything about our relationship and yet they feel like that have the right to judge.” You shook your head, biting your cheek as tears pricked at your eyes. “It’s all about control. They tried to control me by sending me to law school. They tried to control me by making me stay home. Now they’re trying to control my relationship. They’re trying to take away the one man that I have ever truly loved and-”

Your babbling was cut off as Joey took your hand and spun you into his chest, your hands intertwined as you faced him. He then leaned down and pressed his lips to yours without missing a beat, the whole action a blur until you were wrapped up in the kiss. Your free hand tangled itself in his dark hair, pulling his hair lightly as to deepen the kiss while his free hand cling to your waist.

You pulled apart after a moment, the two of you panting both from the thrill of Joey’s quick movements and from the lack of air. You smiled at each other for a moment, your hand still tangled in his hair.

“You’re not mad?” You asked after a moment.

“Honey, Rachel already told me,” he chuckled lightly.

“I’m sorry,” you spoke. Your smile fell as you bit your lip, suddenly feeling slightly ashamed. “I wanted to tell you and I tried too but I didn’t want to hurt you or make you think that I agreed with them in any way.”

Joey shook his head, smiling down at you as if you were the last person on Earth. “I know, I know. She also told me about how you screamed at them and kicked them out after they said these things.” He smiled even wide as he stared down at you. “I know how close you were to your parents when you were young, so that must’ve been difficult and I’m sorry you had to go through that, but no one has ever stood up for me like that before. Hearing what you said to them about me…” he seemed to get lost in though for a moment, smiling as he looked off into space, but his eyes quickly returned to yours. “And here I thought I couldn’t love you anymore than I already do.”

You leaned into him, turning your head and laying it against his chest as he wrapped his arms around your body once again, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too,” you spoke, closing your eyes as you hear his heart thump against his chest.

You smiled at his arms around you and the warmth he provided, making you feel safe from your parents, from the city, from every little thing in this world that would dare try to hurt you. With Joey by your side, nothing bad would every be able to touch you again.

“Can I sleep with you tonight? You make the stress go away,” you mumbled into his chest, yawning.

He chuckled, smiling and placing another kiss to the top of your head. “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

You nodded, allowing Joey to take you by the hand and wrap and arm around your waist, guiding you to the roof exit and back into the apartment building. He led to back to his and Chandler’s apartment and to his room, the two of you cuddling up in his bed with his arms wrapped around your body while you rested your head on his chest.

After a moment of silence, right before you finally drifted off to sleep, Joey spoke one final time.

“Hey, Y/N, you know what would really tick of your parents?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Hmm?” You hummed, half asleep.

“A proposal,” he smiled even wider, looking down at your peaceful face and closed eyes.

“Okay,” you mumbled against his chest. “But wait until tomorrow to give me the ring,” you spoke before drifting off into a peaceful slumber, smiling as you thought that Joey was simply joking.

Joey was not joking.

Author’s Note —

This kinda came out of nowhere but I’m watching friends for the first time ever and I love Joey so here is a little one-shot with him.

Let me know if you’d like to see more Joey or you have any special requests as I would love some inspiration!

Joey Tribbiani

Friends (1994 - 2004)

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Rooftop Solace — Fluff

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Your camera roll if you were dating Tyler Galpin…

Top Gun (1986) - Iceman

Dating Tom “Iceman” Kazansky would include…

• Hugs from behind, especially when you’re least expecting it

•He would definitely have a picture of you that he rests on the dashboard of his plane (he keeps it in his wallet when he’s not flying)

•this man gets insanely jealous, but he doesn’t act out, he simply turns ice cold and only responds in one word answers, a permanent glare under his aviators

•Maverick flirts with you just to make Iceman angry

•you’re constantly afraid for his safety when he’s deployed, but he calls you every night to reassure you and tell you that he’ll be home soon

•he lets you wear his Annapolis ring, aviators, and flight jacket (in fact, he loves it when you wear his stuff)

•constantly showering and taking baths together, sometimes to have some fun and others just to relax and hold one another

•he smells insanely good all the time (this man loves cologne)

•the other pilots treat you like their little sister and watch out for you (especially slider)

•he always wants to be touching you, wether it’s an arm around your waist or shoulders, holding hands, or his hand holding your thigh when you’re sitting next to each other (especially when he’s driving)

•you never get any sleep the night he comes home from deployment (😏)

•he credits a lot of his success to you and your constant support

•he loves kissing you on the forehead and the top of the head, especially when hugging

Let me know if you want me to do a part two, an NSFW version, or more dating head canons for different characters!

Hi! Could you please make an NSFW headcanons thing for Iceman from Top Gun, please?

I loved the dating headcanons, by the way! It actually just popped up on my dashboard randomly hehe

Top Gun (1986)

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky Headcanons

{NSFW Verison}

18+ Only! Minors DNI! You have been warned!

Warnings: Sexual content (nothing too detailed)

The dog tags most certainly stay on during sex

-he especially loves it when you grab onto them to pull him closer

-sometimes he likes to put them on you cause in his mind it’s kind of like branding you as his since you’re wearing his name

Lots of jealously sex

-if you and him go out to a bar one night and a bunch of men hit on you, he will pull you out of there and drive you home quickly, in dead silence, his jaw clenched, his eyes narrow, focused on the road, and his hand squeezing your thigh, not saying a word until you get home

-the second the door to your house shuts, your back is pinned against it as he kisses you harshly

-he won’t talk much during jealousy sex except to remind you who you belong to (😏)

-will NOT let you be on top on those nights (unless you are the jealous one or you demand it) but most fo the time he wants to make those nights about you so you remember how good he makes you feel and how he’s the only one who will ever know exactly what you want

He has the amazing ability of fucking you till you can’t walk

-depends on his and your mood if the sex is slow and soft or quick and rough

-lemme tell you, you have heard some FILTH leave this man’s mouth (he loves dirty talk, speaking it and hearing it)

-one thing that will always make him go rough on you is if you tease him as he always ends up making you beg for forgiveness (😏)

He also has the wonderful ability to be passionate and soft

-these nights are often on anniversaries, nights before he ships out, night he gets back from deployment, etc

-he is very touchy/feely when you two take it slow and make it passionate

-those are the times where he whispers in your ear how much he loves you and how beautiful you are

-almost every time, after your clothes are thrown on the floor and you two are about to move on, he looks at you for a moment with literal heart eyes, simply wanted to take in the image of you and wonder to himself how he possibly got so lucky to be with someone as perfect as you

He is pretty talkative during sex

-as mentioned before, he can speak endless filth or endless compliments

-there are moments where he gets really focused and goes kind of silent, but you can see that a million thoughts are running through his head behind his eyes

Hope you guys enjoyed, would love to know your favorite parts and which ones you think I got pretty accurate!😂

Lemme know if you want a part two cause I definitely have more ideas!!!