#this is just smth that pops in my head every now and then

[sultrybaby]

[TRAILER] A memoir of love lost [P.S.H]

summary🦢 In which a cluster of old letters stand as the only testament of sunghoon's love for you, from birth to (quite literally) death.

genre 🦢 romance, angst, some fluff

pairing (s) 🦢 sunghoon x reader | reader x unnamed background character

warnings 🦢 main character death, MAJOR ANGST obviously, not exactly forbidden love but more unfortunate circumstances, domestic abuse, mentions of bleeding and punching (most of the above don't feature in this trailer, but in the actual fic)

w/c 🦢 approx. 500

a/n 🎀 I have read over this like 100 times because it's been so long since I posted smth serious. If there is actually some kind of typo here that I just missed I'm going to cry. Also based on the reception for this trailer ig I'll decide whether to continue this (I'm so close just some edits) or just stick to headcannons (I HAVE SO MANY GUYSSSSS) or maybe I'll do both??? 👀 Anyway I hope the trailer gets yall a bit excited heehee esp yall angst lvrs heehee luv u cutie wooties <3333

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"So apparently, this house belonged to a young bachelor once," explained Mary to her all-too-curious daughter eveline, who sat wide-eyed like a little lamb on the floor of the new house the family had just moved into.

'Really?"

"Yes, baby," Mary chuckled, running her fingers through eveline's (or evie, as they lovingly called her) hair to brush the strands away from her face.

"Where is he now?"

"Oh I don't know sweetheart," Mary sighed, lightly amused at the disappointment on evie's face.

"But maybe there are some clues around the house! If you ever get the time,  you should explore. Who knows, you might find something…"

Evie's eyes twinkled in excitement at the prospect of having an adventure in this foreign pile of bricks that she now had to learn to call home. Perhaps this will create a sense of oneship with the house.

Determined to uncover the secrets of the mysterious young bachelor, little evie started on her mission to unearth every corner of the building. After toppling boxes, crawling through crevices, and occasionally bumping her head on random walls, evie finally uncovered a rather absurd looking block.

And that is the story of how Mary was gifted this curious looking box by her exhausted daughter, waddling excitedly to show her the discovery.

The box had an old-fashioned grace to it. It was clearly disintegrating; cheap, fading, yellowed white  paint hung off the corners, all dried up, waiting to be chipped off. It seemed as if there was some kind of locking mechanism in the front of the box which has long been broken. All it took was a simple motion for the mouth of the box to open wide, revealing a neatly stacked set of what one could assume were letters.

The first letter was different to the others. While the rest were prettily folded, this one had a texture much more rough- as if it had been crushed and then straightened again. And on it, in extremely feathery ink, was written,

Dear ____,

You are the sun and the stars and the rose and the beautiful sky. You are made of the serenity of heaven and the tempting evil of hell. You are everything created to be beautiful, and you also make anything beautiful by association. Every day and every night, in light, in darkness, in life, and even now in death, you make me realize why Orpheus would go to the deadly underworld just to get Eurydice back. I understand his pain and longing.

I know we parted ways hurtfully and there is no action I regret more. And in my attempt to tell myself I hated you, I failed in my life's purpose- to truly let you know how much I loved you.

This is a memoir of the love I lost, a love that was but a bubble in air- shining briefly with all the most beautiful colours, then popping abruptly. And this is just an attempt at preserving some of that wonder and beauty so that when my heart aches a bit too much, I can cry to the essence of your soul (which is funny, because you are too much, too great, to be put into words).

Lovingly,

Yours yesterday, today, and forevermore,

Park Sunghoon.

A love story- a tragic one, was etched in the letters following. In that little white box was the history of Park Sunghoon's love for this mysterious woman to whom he had devoted his heart entirely.

And so Mary started reading…

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Tagsies <3

@gloomysunny @thomas-the-tank-engene @goldenhypen

@soobin-chois @one16core

@annoyingbitch83

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #sunghoon #heeseung #jay #enhypen fanfiction #fluff #kpop #angst #park sunghoon angst #enhypen x reader #enhypen fic #enhypen au #jungwon #sunoo #jake #niki #kim sunoo #park jongseong #ni ki #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen park sunghoon #enhypen scenarios #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen oneshots

[not-me-underc0ver]

Peter being scared to touch any of his family for fear of hurting them with his spidey strength brain rot has taken over

Idk like maybe smth happens and peter accidentally hurts someone (not serious enough for the damage to be permanent or even a big deal for the person, but def serious enough for it to haunt peter) and no longer feels comfortable with "taking that risk" also known as trusting himself and his ability to hold back.

Or maybe it's not even someone..maybe it's just some object that he just unthinkingly crushes??? And then the 'omg what if-' thoughts creep in and suddenly he's spiraling and any time he even so much as thinks about it he just... freezes or smth idk

Bonus for irondad: tony just wants to know why peter is now only comfortable with touching him while he's in the armor.

Or: tony's iron man suit being the only thing keeping peter from going completely insane.

#peter parker #spider man #idk why i just started thinking of it #this is just smth that pops in my head every now and then #like no fr think about it #all it could take is just one second of thoughtlessness or like not holding back and it could be a disaster #tony stark #irondad #peter and tony #irondad prompt

[averlym]

"careful, or i'll quote that"

#adamandi #was going to be normal but then this scene popped into my head and played on loop and like #guys this scene just makes me Miserable. they're so friends now they're so happy and funny and then later in the show #she manipulates him and he tries to kill her and like. my god beatrix vincent friendship. omg. #im so. it kills me. i realise these arent the most accurate character styles but i Had to get it out. oh my god. literally the other day i #i was like ''oh haha im not going to directly draw scenes from the show im going to be Thinky and Extra'' but no actually sometimes the #the scenes from the show just hit. this line the delivery the Situations it kills me. im so hnnghghf about them #something also maybe about rewatching media knowing the whole plot and the extra Tragedy it all brings also. like to know the ending will #break your heart (but be also some sort of stunning catharsis) and to watch it all!!! again!!!! aaagh. #fun facts about the first time i watched adamandi proper after looking through the tumblrs and half-spoiling it for myself.. i went in with #the strangest assumptions of portia dies/ vincent makes a virus that kills the other nominees instead of actually stabby stabby and the #new invented biological thing would make him the winner a-la frankenstein style //. quincy cuts off his hand????? i am not sure where any #of these came from T-T but im glad i was wrong on literally every count. #miscellaneous brainrots from re-watching.. in the very very start i think vincent is wearing a mask in word to the wise?? like it was probs #a covid safety thing but it makes me go teehee for some reason. like the whole infectious thing was foreshadowed LMAO (approx 35 seconds in #also the balloons. and the admin. and the balloons. the way it's horrific and the balloons gently rain down #and you can see them bounce in the stunned silence. ooo that little detail. what a moment. #also at this point? i have been noticing the little inconsistencies in actions btwn shots but a) they're not seeable unless you're looking #Closely like i was for specific moments as references.. and b) it makes u think about the inconsistency of theatre as a medium and how nth #is ever delivered the same two ways which is really just !!!! to me. smth smth so so many ways to intepret characters and how everything is #always in flux every single cycle. theatre medium my beloved. #last side note from now: i am so abnormal about the marmorius society members who were phaethon nominees in their own right and instead #perished helping ambrose with HIS project. like. that is some sort of love there isn't it? like???? yes they're all bullies and awful but. #i've been reaching tag limit really quickly with all the recent posts. rambles i guess. so so many thoughts. well actual tags now i guess! #vincent aurelius lin #beatrix valeria campbell

[dutybcrne]

Love the fact that Diluc and Kaeya were described to be “like twins” bc I get thinkings of them eerily having like. Smth of twin esp, and it just confusing the HECK outta Crepus endlessly bc only ONE of his boys is his biological son, and yet without a doubt, they were just so attuned to each other, that no matter where they happened to be, o matter how much older they got, they’d IMMEDIATELY beeline for each other if there ever was a shift in mood

#//Nah fr; these two rotate in my brain like in centrifuge #☆ ┆ ( .ooc. ); #//Anywho this was born out of me thinking about nobody every knowing when Kae got dysphoric bc he’d rather DIE than voice it #//And then I thought; no. Luc would know. he would know but prolly know not what to fucken DO about it #//Maybe sends smth via Noelle or one of his birds; smth small but meaningful to distract him #//Maybe demanding he go and clear out hilichurls near the Winery; bc the knights Clear Need The Head’s Up Or They’d Have Missed That Spot #//Cluld Diluc do it himself; yes. but like this; now Addie can get to see Kae and take care of him; whatever’s going on #//Kae could never resist popping by for a quick hello to his favorite maid; after all #//Prolly why Kae was so restless while Luc was off in Snezhnaya. waking up endlessly; vision or not; bc SMTH happened leagues away #//And the worry suddenly GRIPPED him; and refused to let go until Diluc wherever he was got to safety. only THEN would Kae relax #//Even if only marginally; bc now he’s going to be anxious about what that was for the rest of the day #//Even with the divide the years and Kae’s confession of his heritage put btw them; I’d like to think it still lingers #//They just can’t read each other as well anymore bc they think they’ve wholly changed. And in some aspects; they really have #//Or is it that Luc can’t believe Kae really is still the same kid he knew under the mask; & Kae can’t believe Luc does still care #//Anywho; love the idea of one getting into a depressive slump & the other getting in a cold sweat like ‘I gotta draft a letter-‘ #//Bc that’s one of the only ways they can communicate without getting snippy; ig #//I like to think Kae thinks it as Celestia’s big joke on him #//How else could such a bond still linger after what he did to destroy the new of it? Now he’s alwaysgot to be reminded of the broken pieces #//A fitting punishment for a sinner whose greatest fear is to be alone #//The strongest; most trusting jond he’d ever had; now left to tatters in his hands that he can’t begin to fix so easily

[motherlvr]

hi:D can you do miles!42 with a reader who doesn't really like getting told "watch who ur talking to" or smth bc most fics abt miles!42 is like that and nooo i won't ever let a man say that to me😭 and they like, know how to defend themself so they're pretty independent if thats alr ofc!

ngl i loved writing this, tysm for the req!

wc: 2.1k

pairing: E-42 Miles Morales x Strong, Independent! f! reader

warnings: enemies to lovers, kind of rivalry tbh, cursing, Miles is mean in this one, but gets character development, reader knows how to fight, baddie ong, reader doesn't take miles' bs

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"You gotta be shitting me." Mumbling under your breath, your eye involuntarily twitched. You glared at Miles like it was his fault for putting you in this situation.

Your glare was reciprocated as he said, "I ain't happy about it either, princesa." You hated when he called you that. It rolled off his tongue with such distaste. "Yeah? Glad we got that in common then." You snipped, irritated.

Miles Gonzalo Morales was a dick. To put it kindly.

He was a stuck-up, close-minded dick. It's like his sole purpose in life was to irk you. The two of you have never been on good terms. He tested your patience every waking moment.

But unfortunately for both of you, your Spanish teacher paired you up as partners for a major project. It would count for a good portion of your grade, so not doing it wasn't an option for you. You had less than two weeks to finish the project, and you weren't going to waste it.

You'd much prefer to do the project alone. One thing you've learned is: if you want something done correctly, do it yourself. And to never put it solely in the hands of a man. But the project was a requirement for the class, so you had no place to argue about it.

Thankfully, today was just a planning day. So it wouldn't be as painful, you hoped.

You showed him a plan you had thought about within only a few minutes and asked, "Thoughts?" He took a short glance at it and told you, "That's trash." A vein almost popped out of your head. You snapped, "You got any better ideas then?"

"Yea, anythin' other than that." He told you mindlessly. You had half a mind to make his braided head become real familiar with the cold surface of his desk. Around ten minutes later, he had finally come up with something. It wasn't that great, but at least he was semi-cooperative. You took one look at his plan and decided to turn the tables on him. You said, "You couldn't have come up with anything better? Shit's worse than my idea."

You could see him grip his pencil just a bit tighter, no doubt irritated by now. "Nah, watch your mouth." He told you, and you were unsure of how serious he was being. "Watch my mouth? You needa watch how when you turn around, one of your precious braids will be gone." You said as you made a snipping motion with your fingers. He protectively grabbed onto his braids, "Yo chill, ma."

As Spanish class progressed, everything only went downhill from there. He always seemed to hate every idea you had or had something to say. He groaned, "Woman, I swear. Your ideas are shit." Your former hopes of a peaceful partnership were long gone.

His choice of words alone irked you as you replied, "See, that's what you're not gonna call me. And if we're gonna be partners, you need to act decent for once. Get it together, Morales." You set clear boundaries as you pointed a finger at him. Surprisingly, he obliged. He looked like he made a revelation as he shook his head. "Nah, you right. That was outta line." The moment was oddly tranquil until he opened his mouth again. "I meant: I swear, your ideas are fucking terrible."

From that point further, the hopes of having a normal, mature, conversation were fleeting. The majority of the class was spent bickering rather than working on the task at hand.

You were one of the very few people that tested him. You gave him a challenge, while most people wouldn't utter a single complaint.

Eventually, at the end of the class, the two of you finally landed on an idea to carry out. A true miracle.

The next week in Spanish class passed and the days were cutting it closer and closer to the deadline. But there was still much work to be done. So, begrudgingly, you both had to work on it out of school. After Spanish, you were packing up your things when you asked him, "My place or yours?" His response was immediate. "My place. I'll give you my address. Come over after school, 'ight?" He said, writing down his address and handing it to you.

You accepted it and said, "Alright. Are your parents good with me coming over?" You questioned if he even had the decency to check first. Although you couldn't stand him most of the time, you didn't want to intrude on his family. He shrugged it off, "Yeah my ma's good with it. Already told her."

He wasn't about to tell you that his mother demanded the project was done at his house so she could keep a keen eye on the both of you.

You were dreading the final bell of the day. Spending more time than legally required with Miles wasn't your ideal image of fun. As the school day ended, you walked over to Miles' house.

Knocking on the door, it was soon opened by no one other than Miles' mother. She was expecting you, as a smile adorned her face. You greeted her, "¡Hola, Señora Morales! Gracias por invitarme a tu casa." (Hi, Mrs. Morales! Thank you for inviting me to your house.)

She widened her eyes at you, "¡Claro! ¿Cómo estás?" (of course, how are you?) She asked you with a sweet smile. You replied and reciprocated a smile, "Bien, ¿usted?" (good, you?) To which she responded, "Muy bien, gracias." (very good, thank you) As you put down your things, you noticed Miles was standing only a few feet away. His mother pulled Miles to the side and whispered, "She speaks Spanish, I like her." Not wanting to give away that she was a loud whisperer, you concealed a small laugh. It's a wonder how Miles turned out like that. His mother's wonderful. You knew she raised him better.

After his mother was done speaking to him, Miles led you to his room. His mother called out, "¡Deja la puerta abierta!" (leave the door open!) "Si, mami." He said back in an unusually nice tone.

You previously believed Miles Morales was a universal dick. But you soon realized you were somewhat wrong. He was a dick. To everyone except his mother, it seemed.

As you both settled down to start working on the project, you grinned at him like you had just found out a Federal-level secret. "You're such a momma's boy." You said.

His head whipped to you like you knew something you shouldn't. "No one would believe you." He said. You teased, "Oh, everyone would. Trust."

This was the most civil conversation the both of you have ever held within your whole history of knowing Miles. The afternoon was sprinkled with light-hearted jokes here and there, and it wasn't as painful as you initially believed. Needless to say, being forcibly confined in a space with Miles went much smoother than you could've ever anticipated. The project was progressing for once. And so was your relationship with Miles.

A few days later, you were in a better mood than regular. Within the past few days, Miles has been more tolerable. Maybe even likable. Apparently, you were in too good of a mood. You must've appeared too approachable today.

As you were walking in the hallways of school to your next class, a guy you didn't recognize slung an arm around your shoulders and said, "Hey, what's good jit?" You immediately pushed his arm off. He reeked of an excessive usage of cologne. You winced at his stench. "Don't call me that." You assertively said. But he only took it as a challenge. He said with a wink, "You tryna play hard to get? Alright, I'll play along."

"I'm not 'playing hard to get'," You mocked with air quotations. Dumbing it down, you continued, "I don't want you." Could a girl make it any more obvious?

Your words went straight over his oversized head. He said with a disgusting smirk, "I can change your mind." Your face visibly grimaced at his desperate attempt, "Not even baby Jesus could change my mind."

He was starting to get agitated at this point, "Nah, why you trippin', girl?" he said. You immediately retorted, "Why can't you take a damn hint?"

"C'mon, I know you want me. Gimme a chance." He said. You were sick and tired of this interaction, so you just decided to walk away. Turning your back, you tried to escape this conversation. But he grabbed your hand to prevent you from leaving. "Aye, where you goin'?"

You tried to be patient. And where did patience get you? Nowhere. In your mind, this guy was way too testosterone-deficient to be talking tough to you. There was nothing worse than a teenage boy. More importantly, a boy that didn't know what 'no' means.

And in an instant, the sound of a slap resounded throughout the hallway.

He looked like he was about to start crying. Holding his cheek in pain, he sneered, "Fuck you, bitch. You ain't shit anyway. I ain't even want you." But as you tried to walk away once again, he placed a tight grip on your shoulder to prevent you from escaping.

Miles was skipping class and wandering in the hallways when he saw you. From your body language, he could tell you were uncomfortable. His eyes glanced toward the guy's grip on your shoulder, and Miles suddenly understood the situation. He could see where this was heading. Or at least, he believed he did. Miles was about to intervene when within the blink of an eye, you had flipped the guy on his back and onto the floor.

You told the boy on the floor, "Don't try that shit again. With me or any other woman, got it?" Groaning in agony, the guy whimpered in response, and you took it as a 'yes'.

The guy was no André the Giant, but it impressed the hell out of Miles nonetheless. Since when could you do that? He questioned himself. Miles had to prevent his jaw from dropping. He was suddenly glad he never pushed you that far. You walked away unbothered as if nothing had happened. He gained a newfound respect for you. But that would have to stay unspoken.

Once Spanish class rolled around, you realized it was the second to last day you had to finish the project, so you were working extra diligently in Spanish class. You told Miles, "Alright, I finished decorating it. What do you think?" showing him the project. Not that you cared what he thought, but it would make this whole process much easier if he wouldn't shit on your every move. You've had your daily dose of asshole for the day. Almost an overdose, really.

A few moments passed by where he stared at the project, and then back to you. Fully expecting Miles to be his usual asshole self, you said, "Spit it out. What is it?" You waved your hand in front of his face. He swatted your hand away and replied, "I ain't gonna hold you, it's a pretty solid project so far."

You raised a brow at him, and suspiciously asked, "Really?" This was the first time he didn't have any retort to say. "Yeah, I think you're great, ma." He said. You cheekily grinned at him as he tried to correct himself, "I meant, great at the project. Yeah. The project." He almost stumbled on his words. He never did that. He was always collected. What was up with him? It was definitely a sudden change, but you weren't complaining.

There was only a small portion of the project left to do by the end of the class, so Miles suggested finishing it at his house.

This time after school, the both of you walked together to his house. As you worked on the project in his room, you noticed he wasn't getting much done. It seemed like he was in his head, whatever goes on in there. As you glanced up, he locked eyes with you. You hadn't a clue what he was thinking.

You originally would've preferred to do the project yourself, but if you had to have a partner, you believed the work should be divided equally. You weren't going to carry the whole project on your back.

"Why're you slacking, Miles? Our time is limited, y'know." "Ion know. Mind's elsewhere." He shrugged. It was subtle, but you noticed his glance travel to your lips. You grinned and took the opportunity to tease, "What, you want a kiss or somethin'?" You said it mainly as a joke. Sure, maybe you liked the way he gave you a challenge everyday. You wouldn't blatantly admit it, but it was refreshing to be with someone that actually cared about their work. But much to your surprise, he ran his hand over the back of his braids and said. "Shi, maybe it would motivate me. You feel me?"

Not expecting him to agree, you said, "I mean, alright. If you get off your ass, maybe I'll give you one." You tried to say as casually as you could. But you couldn't deny the fact that you were growing fond of him. You were internally conflicted as you wanted to hate him, but couldn't. In reality, it was far from hate.

Miles couldn't exactly pinpoint the moment his detest for you faded away and was replaced with something different. An emotion he rarely felt. Seeing you singlehandedly take on a guy was only fueling it for him. He quickly started working harder on his part. You mentally praised yourself. After a few silent moments, he spoke up, "Yo, I'm basically finished."

He was bullshitting, and you knew it. As you looked at his part of the project, he still had a good chunk to finish. But you caved and moved closer to him. Holding a hand to his face, you peppered a light kiss to the corner of his mouth, just barely avoiding his mouth.

As usual, he had something to say, "Don't play, mami." He resisted the urge to press his lips to yours until they were numb. You simply smiled at him and replied, "Yeah? Keep workin' and you'll earn a real one."

Immediately, Miles got right back to working on his part of the project without another complaint. You've never seen him work so studiously.

Pleased to say, with your motivation, Miles was more productive that day than all the other days combined.

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taglist! please lmk if u want to be added 🫶

@l5byrinth @iamspooderman

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[heartfullofleeches]

do you ever just feel like an old man browsing tumblr because youre so behind? liek everyone was fixtated on puppyboy reader and fast food reader and ALL the readers and i wasnt and now im fixtated on fast food reader while everyones now fixtated on lacey and lucy T_T

If u want to could u do a scenario where fast food reader gets kidnapped? Make it as short as u want i just wanna read smth fromyou lol

Bound and unable to move - you lay motionless on the dirty floor of some unmarked van; counting the blood splatters on the ceiling to pass the time. 32, 33, 34 - wow, these guys are really serious. Being kidnapped by hardened criminals would've gotten you a win on the bingo card of all the fucked things happen to you on the job - if you hadn't already been kidnapped twice this week. It just had to be a Friday too. Your boss will use this little encounter to drag you back in for the weekend due to "concerns for your safety" or whatever other bullshit they make up to keep you on duty. Speaking of staff - why haven't they saved you yet?

"They're too loud. Shut them up."

You're about seventy percent sure these guys aren't telepathic... It's when one of the crooks tells you they aren't that you come to the conclusion that you've been talking out loud this whole time. A faint riiip sounds from the passenger seat as the one sitting in it stands, duct tape in hand. You plant your feet against the wall, pushing yourself upright as they approach.

"Before you do this - just know the only reason you all are still alive is probably because my coworkers are placing rock paper scissors to see who gets to keep your spines. You'll honestly be lucky if you die here."

The kidnappers eyes narrow behind their mask. As their foot draws back, static coming from the radio stops them from bring it down on your chest. They turn as the driver findles with the radio as the static crackles and pops from its speakers, bashing his fist against the dashboard.

"Why won't this fucking thing turn off!"

A familiar voice overlaps with the static.

"Over come with guilt for their wrongdoings, the driver takes the gun from the glove compartment and places it against his temple - pulling the trigger. The employee closes their eyes, and keeps them closed until they are free"

Your eyes clamp shut right as the driver reaches for the glove compartment. They catch a glimpse of the man placing the gun against the side of his head - a loud bang causing you to squeeze them tighter. Chaos erupts soon after - as if there wasn't enough already. Before the surviving crooks had time to process what just happened, the entire van quakes with the reverberating boom of something large hitting it from outside. The back door is torn from its hinges, cold air seeping through like blood from a fresh wound. You hear the kidnappers raise their guns and voices in defense, weapons tumbling to the floor as as sharp metal scrapes along the walls of the van. A wet snout presses against your cheek - heavy tongue licking the sweat from your damp skin.

"I'm okay, Lambchop. The ropes are a little tight, but I'm unharmed otherwise. Please go easy on them."

The mascot snorts in response. At least you tired. Two pairs of hands pick you up off the floor of the van and drags you out as the first scream tears through the bitter night. You feel weightless as they carry you back inside and sit you down in a booth. One set of hands checks your face, hands and every exposed inch of skin for bruises or scratches. The others gentle cup your cheeks.

"Y/n, open your eyes."

"I physically can't until you untie me."

Your chest becomes lighter as the ropes fall off you. The first sight you see as you reopen your eyes is the janitor pocketing their pocket knife and the concern in the succubus' gaze as she removes her hands from your face. The Janitor is the first to speak.

"Are you okay?"

You rub at the rings around your wrist. "Probably would've had my chest caved in if the Storyteller didn't bail me out, but I'm okay now."

The janitor's hands tighten into fists. The succubus' eyes dark so deeply they turn near black, but she hides her anger behind a sweet smile.

"Well since you're okay we'd better it going. I'm sure the ball pit hands can help you relax better than you could."

"Where are you two heading?"

The janitor speaks up for her. "We're going back outside. I need to get my spines before Lambchop completely turns their bodies into paste."

#yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #Fast Food Reader #yandere teratophilia #yandere drabble

[elliesflower]

hii, i love your work so much <3 can u write smth about reader and abby (in a pre established relationship) where readers mind just goes completely blank as she stares at abbys arms when she works out or literally does anything and abby notices and fucks her hard and uses her strength to do whatever she wants with reader? would also be nice if u could write smth about overstimulation <3 i know its not a noticeable detail for this req but pls write black!reader bc i am too and need some abby for myself tysm 🫶

what you need [abby anderson]

pairing; abby x black fem!reader

cw; top!abby, bottom!reader, strap-on usage (r!recieving), overstimulation, dirty talk/gendered pet names, kinda leaning on bimbo/subspace territory

an; thank u so much for this request sweetheart! i hope u enjoy, please let me know what u think!! i'm sorry the ending is a little rushed, i've literally been trying to post this for like three weeks lmfao. also i did not proofread this v well so if u see a mistake no u dont <3

tags; @scandalcus @prrimordiais @roarriita

18+ only, mdni!!!!

you don’t consider yourself weak. 

but when you were looking at abby, perhaps you were. just a bit. 

“babe? the chalk,” abby’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you shook your head slightly, as if it would get rid of them, reaching behind you to grab the chalk before crossing the room to hand it to her. 

“thanks,” she didn’t even look at you, and you almost huffed. you’ve been with her at the gym for what feels like hours now, even though it’s probably only been more like thirty minutes. you started out just walking on the treadmill, but got bored pretty quickly when you realized you could be watching your girlfriend train instead. 

she was training for a pr on her deadlift, and she was getting close. you’d barely seen her this week—when she wasn’t on patrol, she was in the gym. you fell asleep before she got home almost every night, and when you woke up, she was already gone. it was driving you crazy, and now that you were together, she still was barely paying you any mind. 

she rubbed the chalk between her hands, clapping them out on her thighs before positioning herself behind the bar. you sat back down behind her and watched as she bent over, gripping the metal bar, her forearms flexing as she adjusted her grip. you practically had to wipe the drool away from your mouth as you watched her begin to lift, admiring the way her veins popped out from beneath her skin, her shoulders glistening with sweat as her muscles flexed with the effort it took to lift the weights. 

her brows were knit together in concentration as she watched herself in the mirror, gritting her teeth together and keeping her breath as controlled as possible. you couldn’t help but to feel flustered as she panted, imagining the sounds in a…much different context.

the sound of the weights clattering to the ground snapped you out of your head for a second time, and you flinched, watching as abby smiled at herself in the mirror, flexing and slapping her bicep. 

“yeah, that’s right,” she spoke, and oh, that sounded eerily similar to her bedroom voice, “that’s what i’m fucking talking about! did you see that shit?” she turned to face you now, still grinning from ear-to-ear. “beat my pr by forty pounds, i gotta get manny in here tomorrow to verify because that shit is going up on the board.”

you smiled up at her, nodding—but it was kind of hard when you were also focused on pressing your thighs together, trying to ignore the fact that somewhere along the line, your panties had become damp, sticking delicately to your folds as you watched abby training. her mouth twitched just slightly at the corner, and you swallowed. you knew abby could read you like the back of her hand, no matter how hard you tried to hide from her. 

“something wrong, baby?” she asked, feigning concern. her tank top was covered in sweat around the neckline, her forehead glistening under the fluorescents as she walked toward you. you shook your head, a bit too quickly, and it was telling. your throat felt dry, your brain absolutely scrambled as you looked up at her. she stopped directly in front of you, towering over you so that you had to strain your neck to look up at her. if there wasn’t a giant wall of windows to the left of you, you couldn’t be sure you wouldn’t just sink down to your knees and kiss her fucking feet. she looked like an angel—scratch that, god—above you as you watched her through your lashes, stomach tying in knots. 

she wasn’t saying anything. she was just looking at you, breathing heavy, with half of that stupid smile still on her face. you focused your own breathing, in and out, but it didn’t help that she was so close you could smell her, sweaty musk that could only smell good on her, and it was making you dizzy. and she fucking knew it too. 

“alright then,” she said finally, bending down to your level so that your faces were mere inches apart. “what d’you say we go clean up and meet jordan and leah for dinner?” oh, right. there was that. you could only nod, and abby’s eyes were wild, flickering down to your mouth before meeting yours again. 

“let’s go.” her voice was sharp, commanding, and she went to retrieve her gym bag. you sat silently for another moment, trying to will yourself to calm down, just a bit. you knew you’d get back to the room and she wouldn’t be able to resist—she’d have you pinned up against the wall before you could even blink. 

except, she didn’t. she tossed her bag to the ground and began gathering things for her shower, effectively ignoring, even as you changed out of your shirt extra slowly, just waiting for her to turn around and catch you. but she didn’t, and didn’t even say another word as she slipped out the door to take a shower. you scrunch your brows together, lips pouting slightly as you get dressed for dinner, making sure to put on a clean pair of underwear. you were so worked up, part of you wanted to touch yourself, right here and now—but you didn’t even want to think about how long abby might make you wait if she came back and found you knuckle deep in your pussy. so you didn’t.

dinner with leah and jordan was pleasant. leah’s cooking was insane, as always, and jordan and abby caught up on some big assignment that was coming up, still paying you little attention. after dinner, you were excited to get back to your room, practically salivating at the thought of what abby might do to you, but jordan just had to suggest watching a movie. and of course, abby just had to agree. 

you were a bit surprised when abby pulled you onto her lap on the couch, seeing as she had practically been avoiding you like the plague since the gym, and oh—she was packing.

leah rested her head on jordan’s lap on the loveseat beside you, their bodies conveniently angled just so that you were out of view. your eyes widened, breath hitching as abby snaked her arm around your waist, pulling you further back into her as she readjusted her position against the couch, effectively grinding her hips up into you. you bit your lip as you leaned back into her, glancing over at leah and jordan to confirm they couldn’t see you. she smelled like pine and her hair was down, fuck she looked so good with her hair down. 

“wassa’ matter babe?” abby whispered against your neck, and you shivered. “you’re so tense.” she punctuated her point with a hand on your shoulder, her thumb pressing into the junction of your neck. 

“nothing,” you lied, trying to keep your voice quiet and steady. “just watching the movie.” and thinking about abby flipping you over and railing you into next week. but you didn’t say that part. you didn’t even know what movie was playing. 

“mhm,” she murmured behind you, her hand trailing around your middle to meet her other, pressing you even further against her. you could feel her cock pressing into your ass, and you had to bite back a moan. you reached to grasp at her wrists, your fingers not even wrapping around the girth of them, trying to grind your hips for just a little bit of friction—anything, you’d take anything you could get at this point—but she only tightened her grip, halting your movements. 

“stop squirming,” she said quietly. “m’trying to watch the movie.” it was really unfair, how her voice was so steady, and her breathing so even. meanwhile, you thought you might explode, nails digging into her skin as you tried your best to ignore the heat in your stomach, and how you were definitely ruining this pair of panties as well. 

she held you like that, for a few minutes longer, or hours, maybe, how long was this fucking movie? your pussy was clenching and unclenching, your heart beating out of control as you tried to ignore the feeling of abby beneath you to no avail. 

suddenly, thankfully, she relinquished her hold on your waist, smoothing her hands down the expanse of your bare thighs. 

“hey, i’m getting pretty tired. i’ve gotta be up pretty early, i think we’re gonna turn in,” she said over the movie, and jordan craned his neck to look at the pair of you standing up. you really hoped your face didn’t give away how insanely flustered you felt. leah was passed out in his lap, and he gave you both a nod and bid you goodnight. 

in the hallway, abby was back to ignoring you. you could barely keep up with her as she strode ahead. you were aching at this point, genuinely surprised you weren’t leaking straight down your thighs as you watched her back muscles flex beneath her shirt. you loved this game. and she knew it too. 

she stopped just outside your door, leaning against the frame and crossing her arms as she waited for you to unlock it. before you could get both feet through the doorway, she was right behind you, chest pressing against your back as she ushered you inside, closing the door behind her and spinning you around so that she could press you against it. you gasped, flattening your palms against the door as you looked at her, your head trapped between her arms. you burned under her gaze, stomach tightening and legs going weak. 

“don’t think i didn’t see your face in the mirror while i was training,” she said quietly, grabbing the back of your neck to keep your eyes on her. you were so fucking horny you didn’t have the semblance to be ashamed as she all but taunted you.

“hm? just watching me work out gets you all hot and bothered?” you felt like your neck might snap from nodding so hard. abby laughed quietly at you, the sound only turning you on more. 

“yeah i know, because you know i could take you any way i wanted and you wouldn’t even have to lift a finger. so fucking spoiled,” she was teasing you, and you whined. “you’ve been so patient with me this week,” she pressed her lower half against you, using her hand to press the side of your face into the door, making you once again aware of the silicone cock in her pants. she could feel your pulse thrumming against her fingers, exciting her. “gonna make it all better now, okay? i’m gonna give you what you need…” her lips were ghosting over your ear, and you were quite literally trembling in her grasp, taking in a shaky breath as you waited patiently. 

“so good for me,” she grabbed you by the jaw, before she placed a kiss on your lips and pulled back, causing you to let out a pitiful whine. 

“tell me what you want,” her lids were heavy as she looked at you, her poor, poor baby—lips parted, eyes glazed over, panting with a desperate need. you pouted slightly. surely she’d give in, right? she’s already had you waiting for so long. 

she gripped your jaw tighter, making you gasp as she pressed you further into the door. you were helpless, completely at her mercy, her strength always hyper evident when she had you like this. “c’mon, tell me what you want.” you felt tears welling in your eyes, balling your hands into fists as she watched your face. 

“use me,” your voice broke through, small and weak. somehow, abby’s face remained stoic, though you saw her draw in a sharp breath. she pulled her hand away to tap at your cheek, not quite a slap, but enough that you were whining. 

“manners,” she reprimanded, withdrawing her hand completely. you let a tear fall as you were overcome with frustration, emptiness–

“please, use me, please abby, i missed you,” and it was pathetic, how a sob escaped your lips. but it was okay, because you knew she’d make it all better, her eyes going soft for a moment before she was pulling you in, slotting your lips together in a messy kiss. you could taste as your tears mixed with saliva, letting her suck your tongue into her mouth before trailing her hands down to your ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing. 

“jump,” she mumbled against your lips, and you obliged, letting her pull you in as you wrapped your legs around her waist. she carried you across the room with ease, and you couldn’t help but try to press deeper against her lower half.

“so fuckin’ pretty baby,” she mumbled against you, and she was setting you down on the table. “was so hard to not to just bend you over that couch and fuck you like you deserve,” oh god, oh fuck, you were moaning against her mouth, letting her hands find the hem of your shirt before she was pulling it off over your head, exposing your breasts. 

“bet you’d like that, hm? letting me fuck you in front of our friends, show them how dirty you really are?” she rasped, her voice holding a desperate edge. you whined at the notion, the fact that she was just as desperate for you as you were for her. you nodded pathetically as she rubbed a thumb across your sensitive nipples, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as you gripped the edge of the table. 

she dipped her head down, swirling her tongue over one of your nipples and you threaded your fingers through her hair, gripping tightly as your head fell back in ecstasy, mouth falling open in a silent moan. she kissed her way back up to your mouth as you panted heavily. she wasn’t even teasing you, she was so desperate, the heat radiating off her body as she continued messily kissing up to your neck, your jaw, back to your mouth where she parted your lips with her own, fumbling with the button of your jeans. 

“yeah, i know baby, i know,” her voice was like velvet, scratchy and soft at the same time against your lips. “just need me to take care of you, huh? that it?” she was practically manhandling you to lift your hips up and pull off your pants and panties, your tailbone connecting rather harshly with the wooden table once you were exposed—you didn’t have the semblance to be embarrassed at how it barely even hurt as your body was overwhelmed with adrenaline, with desire, with abby. 

“yes, god,” you threw your head back, wrapping your legs around her waist to draw her in closer as she sucked a fresh mark into your neck, and then another, and another, leaving you grinding helplessly against her, your wetness allowing you to rub your clit directly against the bulge in her pants. your whining was pornographic, desperate and loud, the friction clouding your mind with ecstasy. “missed you so much, abs, please–”

“fuckin’ needy,” she gritted, pressing on your lower back to get you even closer, eliciting a gasp from your mouth as you clutched onto her shoulder with one hand while the other kept you steady on the table. “barely been a week and you just need it that bad, can’t even wait for my cock?” her words were filthy, and your grinding even filthier, desperate and rough, like you were a bitch in heat—abby’s strong arm was keeping you in place as you took your pleasure, the feeling overwhelming your body as you panted and gasped, and oh, since when were you able to cum this fast? “c’mon baby, that’s it– take what you need, i got you.”

it must have barely been five seconds before you were losing it, body tensing as your hips stuttered, feeling your wetness absolutely drenching the front of abby’s pants. “oh m’godm’godfuckingchrist–” you babbled incoherently as she held you through it, murmuring praises and trying to hide her own groans by biting down into your shoulder. your used clit was puffy and sore against the rough fabric of her pants as you came down, whining as abby reached between your bodies. 

“such a fucking good girl, my god,” she praised, giving you no time to recover as she ran her fingers through your slick folds. you moaned, your thighs closing around her arm instinctively as she explored your wetness, slipping two fingers inside with ease. 

“abby, s’too much, please,” your voice was pitiful, broken and whiny as you gripped her arm, your words inconsistent with the way your walls fluttered around her fingers as she opened you up, unable to resist her, even when it felt like too much—because you know it wasn’t too much. in fact, maybe it wasn’t enough. abby knew your body, exactly how you needed to be taken apart, brought to your peak and taken care of.

“yeah? you don’t want this then?” she taunted, and took her fingers out so that she was just teasing your entrance. 

“no!” you gasped, the empty feeling making your stomach twist, tears streaming down your face. “please, i- i can take it, please, i’m sorry,” you begged, would practically say anything or do anything at this point. but you knew abby wouldnt make you wait long, smirking at you before pressing her fingers back in just as quickly as she’d pulled out. she couldn’t resist you, especially after not having you for an entire week. 

“i know you can baby, such a good girl,” she was working her fingers into you rapidly now, determined to make you come on her fingers again before she impaled you on her strap.and it wouldn’t take long, what with your sensitive cunt being abused again. you were shaking, could feel your wetness pooling beneath you, ruining the table as you moaned and panted. “c’mon, let go for me baby, let go,” her voice washed over you, started as the sweat on your hairline until it was making your stomach twist, your thighs tremble and your toes curl, your pussy gushing out for the second time already that night. 

“fuck,” you whined, clenching desperately around nothing as she pulled her fingers out of you, digging your nails into her shoulder as she ran a finger over your swollen clit again, making you gasp out her name, broken and pitiful. your heart was beating out of your chest, watching abby draw her fingers up to your mouth. your lips parted automatically, allowing her to press her fingers in, pressing down on your tongue as you sucked your juices off of her. 

“yeah, that’s it,” she breathed. “clean up your mess baby.” so full of love and adoration, but she wanted more. you could see it in her eyes as they flashed something wild, and knew she wasn’t planning on stopping. watching your pleasure was doing something to her she couldn’t even explain, practically moaning at the sight and feeling of you sucking on her fingers.

you were tired, your multiple orgasms after a dry spell catching up to you quickly, and abby could sense your sudden change in demeanor—your eyes drooping slightly as you sucked lazily on her fingers, your index finger holding onto one of her belt loops to keep you upright. you were a sight, your juices spilled all over the table, your thighs sticky and messy with your arousal. she almost took pity on you, almost. but she knew her good girl could take just one more. 

and you knew it too, what with the way she was looking at you. the thought made you feel dirty, and made you moan around her fingers, grasping on her wrist as you started sucking on them just a little bit harder, that little flame in your tummy igniting once more. you watched abby’s eyes darken as you sped up, her chest rising and falling quicker as she felt your tongue wrapping around her fingers.

“oh m’god, baby,” she groaned, and she withdrew her fingers, a string of saliva dribbling down your chin as she shuffled backwards to undo her pants. “i gotta fuck you baby, gotta give you what you deserve,” she was rambling as you leaned back on your elbows, your legs twitching as the cool air washed over your damp pussy, on display for your girlfriend. “gonna give you this cock baby don’t worry.”

“please abby,” and unspoken was please take care of me, please fuck me, please do anything you want to me, and she would. there was no doubt. you could barely see the black silicone spring free from down the line of your body as you were laid back on the table. 

“i know baby, i know,” abby gripped your hip with one hand, her blunt nails digging into the flesh with a delicious sting, and you tried to pull back when the tip of her strap brushed over your over-sensitive clit. it made your brain all fuzzy, your whole body tingling with the over-sensitivity, the push and pull of wanting more but feeling so used. “just let me in, you can take it,” she was practically cooing, teasing your entrance as you writhed on the table, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to watch. 

“abby!” you cried as she pushed past the tight ring of muscle, your back arching so that you sat up higher, the angle pressing her cock right against your most delicate spot. abby’s hand immediately came around to your back, holding you up before you dead-weighted and hit your head on the wooden table. 

“i got you, angel, you’re okay,” she was mesmerized, watching the way your body responded to her. you were so fucked out, the feeling of her cock stretching you out making you whine and pant and feel so fucking dirty. “c’mon baby, sit up. hands around my neck, you can do it,” she was pulling you up, and you obliged, reaching up to wrap your arms lazily around her neck. she snaked both arms around your waist and lifted you up off the table, causing you to cry out and bury your face into her neck. 

“that’s it, just relax,” she kept herself nestled deep inside you, almost pressed against your cervix when you wrapped your legs around her waist and whined pitifully, the sound muffled by abby’s shirt. her hands snaked down to your ass to keep you spread open as she held you still and began to thrust slowly up into your sore cunt. 

“oh m’god abby, jesus,” you cried as she fucked into you with seemingly no effort, your wet pussy making obscene noises each time she pulled out. you were already teetering right on the edge, and the feeling of her cock filling you up was going to be your downfall. she groaned each time she felt you tensing in her grip, and she was faltering with her own arousal. 

“such a good fucking girl,” she was almost growling, and you were so close, so fucking close, your juices dribbling out indecently around her as she fucked you to overstimulation. “taking everything i give you…is my pretty girl going to come again for me? hm?” you could do nothing but nod as abby bounced you up and down on her thick cock, desperate to bring you to your release. 

“well c’mon then,” she whispered against the side of your face and your eyes rolled back into your head as your pussy tightened around her, nearly suffocating her with your arms as your body was overwhelmed by your third orgasm of the night. a broken mantra of abby abby abby abby spilling from your lips as you tumbled over the edge again. 

“that’s it baby, fuck,” abby’s voice was almost as broken as yours, pulling you closer into her hips as you cried into her shoulder. 

“my fucking best girl.”

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson x you #abby x you #abby anderson smut #abby tlou #abby anderson x y/n #tlou pt 2 #the last of us part 2

[munsonsmixtapes]

Heyyy first time requesting was wondering if you could do smth where reader accidentally gives Eddie a black eye by making her jump. She's obviously sorry. But him, the boys and Wayne find it funny. Don't know if you don't wanna, obviously <3

This actually so funny to think about lmao

Eddie x fem!reader

Spending late nights at your apartment always scared you. Every time that Eddie wasn’t able to sleep over, you could barely sleep. You couldn’t because all you could think about was someone breaking in and causing you harm.

Tonight was no different. You stared at your bedroom door, terrified once you had heard a noise that had stirred you. You were afraid to get out of bed and come face to face with whoever had broken in.

You eyed the baseball bat that Steve had gifted you as a housewarming gift, the thing looking tempting to finally use. You had never had an intruder until just then and you wanted them to know that they wouldn’t get away with it.

The knob of the door jingled and you stood from your bed, putting your fists up, getting ready to punch whoever was on the other side. You had never thrown a punch before, but there was a first time for everything.

You were sure that Eddie would have been proud of you if he had been there. He was a big baby most of the time, but when it came to protecting you, he’d step up, no matter how afraid he was. He would do anything to keep his girl safe.

The door slowly opened and before you could register what was happening, you punched the intruder in the face, causing them to stumble backwards. They let out a groan and you turned on the overhead light, letting out a gasp as you realized that it was your boyfriend.

“Eddie, what the fuck?” You stepped over to him, grabbing onto his arms to get a look at his eye where you had punched. You pulled him into your room to get a good look at it even though you knew that it was going to bruise pretty badly.

“I’m sorry. I texted you that I was coming over and you sent me the thumbs up emoji. I used my key since I figured you were asleep.” Now you remembered. You were usually prone to wake up from your phone buzzing and text him back half asleep, having no recollection afterwards. “Didn’t know I was going to get a shiner,” he grumbled.

“I’ll make it up to you.” You pulled him into your arms, stroking his hair, knowing that he loved to be babied.

“I think I’m gonna need some kisses in return.”

“I am more than happy to make that happen.” You pressed your lips to his, deepening it by swiping your tongue along his bottom lip and he opened up, letting you inside. You then pushed him back onto you bed, ready to repay him for the pain you caused.

-

The two of you joined Wayne and the boys for breakfast the next morning like you did every Saturday and they all gasped once they caught sight of Eddie’s eye. You had suggested that he wear sunglasses to cover it up, but he insisted that he was okay without them. He told you that he thought it made him feel cool.

“What happened now, boy. Was it one of those kids who keeps pestering you?” Wayne asked as he stood up from the table, taking Eddie’s face gently in his hands, wanting to get a better look at the injury.

“No,” Eddie shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

“Did y/n finally get sick of your shit and pop you one?” Gareth joked and Eddie just glared. They both knew that you’d never hurt him on purpose.

“No,” Eddie sat down at the table and you took the chair next to him. “She punched me because she thought I was an intruder.” At that, the whole table erupted in laughter, the two of you sharing looks, wondering what was so damn funny.

“That’s good,” Jeff cackled, grabbing hold of his stomach.

The rest of breakfast was spent making jokes about Eddie’s black eye and how you had been the ones to cause it. Everyone had especially thought it was hilarious because it was an accident, knowing that you would have never been able to do it on purpose. You wouldn’t have hurt a fly.

Just from the conversation, you and Eddie both knew that neither of you would have been able to live it down. You knew that the four of them would still bring up the incident for years to come, making jabs here and there, thinking that it was the funniest thing while you and Eddie just rolled your eyes. Maybe next time he’s think twice before using the key you gave him.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff

[thatdeadaquarius]

Topic: Genshin impact.

au: Sagau.

idea: So what if you had the powers of every character you played as in every game you played and then get isekaid into genshin impact with imposter au. I imagine it goes smth like

Zhongli: “I will have order!”

reader, Who played Roblox as someone who lagged the game (explanation: I’m pretty sure ping is also how time works in games. If you can control the flow of ping you can control the flow of time in games.): “ZA WARUDO!”

Heyyy!! Thanks for waiting for the reply/response from my slow ass :0

So they did clarify what they meant/expand so imma just copy paste that here!

“k now I remember. So basically imma write it here since it’s easier: Basically you don’t have to (but you can) transform into the character that has those set of powers but if you do those powers are enhanced.”

Sun: Reader (”you”/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, Light Imposter AU (as in, NOT Yandere/Dark), mild crossover elements bc Shapeshifter Shenanigans™️

Stars: bro idek

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, genshin typical mild violence, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

☆

so fair warning,, ive never seen jojo bizarre, but i appreciate i come off well-read/watched? LMAO

so im just gonna kinda,, guess? like just cycle thru diff. random media, and im hoping both me and you reading this will have a fun time (as this is a little challenge, but i like it so ill give it a shot, dont kno if its a good one but- 😅)

so to set the scene, of how u got to this point, ykno of running like ur life (maybe?) depends on u running around different teyvat countries,

u thought it was weird everyone knew a little too much about you?? (ofc theyve heard u during gaming, they know u the same way we all know Markiplier, get it?)

then a bunch of NPCs/Vision users/Archons?? were REALLY invested in talking to you, which freaked u out even more

and by the time you saw Zhongli, yknow, just the oldest god in game, making a fast-walk towards you, ykno the retired god who didnt move an inch when an old water god attacked Liyue for a test, is now hurrying to you???

ur logically get so fucking scared sm shits abt to go down, u just start running

it isnt until ur reaching for a ledge and some webbing shoots out of ur arm (from a glitchy little spot on ur arm, where it could be coming out of ur skin, but sometimes its a blue and red bracelet)

it latched onto the nearest building, and thats how u find out u can grapple ur way, literally Spiderman style, out of the harbor

and bro, idk if it would be fun, or confusing and stressful, or maybe both?? to just find out u can use any video game power from any game youve played before as you go running from countries bc for some freaky reason they know too much abt you/are pursuing you-

dUDE- they had small statues of you in like every little section of their cities

u head to Mondstadt and as Venti comes screaming and flying at you (in excitement, but ur freaked), u go to hold a hand up and suddenly ur holding a heavy stone tablet that unleashes some holographic yellow chains that freeze him in place-?? why is this familiar-

oh my god u have the sheikah slate from Breath of the Wild,

and as ur booking it out of there, u manage to get ahold of a sword, and u know exactly how to use it to knock back favonius knights trying to stop you (they are concerned for their god who is just unleashing random powers on ppl, pls let Grandmaster Jean just talk to you Your Majesty-!!)

by the time you teleport ur way to Inazuma, (bc u still have this worlds access to ur player/traveler’s powers), ur trying to find a nice place to stay for a little bit

at least in that sweet spot of the Raiden not noticing/finding you, while things cool down on the main continent, before moving on,

and u get some tools to help fashion just a little shelter, bc u dont have any money/mora rn, and ur able to literally build a house???

a mailbox pops up and thanks you for renting with Tom Nook???? As in Animal Crossing-

and rlly if the BOTW/slate thing didnt clue u into video game powers, then this definitely would tbh lmao

right as u see Yae Miko circling ur house, with an armful of books? ..is she planning to thru them at you??, u get the hell out of dodge before her favorite god can follow along

(she knows ur prefrences in books and got authors/trends to start so youd have plenty to read, and she was making sure it was ur house before politely dropping them off! how was she to know thatd spook their favorite God, Ei?!)

u get to Sumeru and think ur safe, hiding in an abandoned forest watcher outpost (1 person treehouse rlly) when Nahida shows up in ur dreams,

and u just,

walk out of the dream, into reality, and possess a nearby ruin guard so u can sleep in peace, bc she cant access a robot,

that one baffled u as you re-possessed ur own body before realizing-

Five Nights at Freddy’s. 💀

U cant do that forever, so u try Fontaine, hoping Neuvillette/Furina wont rlly give af abt you, plus theyre the latest region, so maybe they have the least exposure to whatever the other archons didnt like abt you??

u get there and are immediately summoned to court, and right as the mekas show up to escort you, jfc they have a mecha army

(meanwhile, theyre thinking, yknow. high profile guest/our god of gods. ofc we need state of the art mekas to escort them, its only polite-)

meanwhile ur cape has now become wings, and a mask covers ur face as you glide and fly ur way over the city in an attempt to get to where u assume Snezhnaya is

it doesnt occur to you the game until ur running out of stamnia and catch ur reflection in the waters of fontaine, Sky: Children of the Light

u hope the Tsaritsa’s dislike for other gods/Celestia doesnt extend to ur otherworldly presence so ur just hoping for the best atp tbh

tbh youd forget what all powers you have, and the absolute chaos ur causing urself as u try to desperately rememeber what games youve played thru ur entire life is NOT helping to reduce confusion when u randomly wake up with elf ears (legend of zelda/botw) or get dragged into another ruin machine when u fall asleep/faint/do smth u guess mimics death lmao- (fnaf) 💀

…

(meanwhile the Tsaritsa does get wind ur coming this way, and just, makes the people have a parade/festival to celebrate you coming,

she did also have to get Pierro/Captaino to physically restrain some of them from going ahead to meet/escort you to the palace, she’d heard how the others scared u off, and was, ironically, hoping the warm welcome would clear things up)

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well that was, something. 😃🫠

sorry lil car, that was such a fun idea idk if i did it justice!! i thought itd be too op to include every media youve consumed ever, so i kept it to video games, (which, could u cheat the system if youve played smash bros??)

i hope it was at least a decent read, and sorry im half asleep so i was not v funny this time around, but, again, hope u got smth out of it 😭

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on another note, im having my wisdom teeth surgery this friday, send whatever u got my way, prayers, blessings, good vibes, ill take anything im nervous 🙃

have a good week guys!

Safe Travels Lil Car,

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[wileys-russo]

hiii, could u write smth for leah williamson please? something with sleepy early morning cuddles on her day off and overall being physically clingy <3

skin on skin II l.williamson

you blinked tiredly as a lone gust of wind blew through the half open window, a blindingly bright ray of sunshine striking your face from a crack in the curtains, causing you wince a little at the sudden intrusion.

turning on your side with a small sigh your features softened seeing your girlfriend laid soundly asleep beside you. golden blonde hair sprawled messily across the crisp white linen, rosy pink lips pursed slightly ajar, nose twitching every now and then as she flared her nostrils.

she was imperfectly perfect, and if leah let you then you'd spend the rest of your life reminding her so.

"you watching me sleep creeper?"

your lips tugged into a smile at her endearingly raspy morning voice, her accent even thicker when she was tired. "maybe." you smiled, a singular blue eye staring at you with exhausted amusement before it slammed back closed.

the blonde shuffled herself closer to you across the mattress, tanned arm draping itself lazily over your torso and flushing your bodies together, nose tucking itself into your collarbone.

"good morning baby." you spoke softly, dipping your head to press a tender kiss to her forehead, tangling a hand in her hair and gently massaging her scalp. the taller girl exhaled deeply into your neck, more than content with the affectionate gesture as you let out a quiet laugh at the ticklish sensation.

"no good morning yet love, go back to sleep." leah mumbled tiredly, patting your back and hugging you tighter. "it's almost ten, we did go back to sleep." you reminded her with a chuckle, leah having already displayed her discontent and dragging you back to bed when you'd gotten up to answer a phone call from your mum around eight.

"that didn't count and it's my day off." leah defended, rolling her head back slightly to look up at you with a slight pout. "you're such a baby." you teased softly, lazily pecking her lips a few times as the blonde mumbled back a tired 'am not' in between.

"oh sorry you're such a big strong tough captain...who just can't function without her morning cuddles." you continued to tease her, returning the pout mockingly as leah's spare hand popped out of the duvet and covered your face.

"cuddles that are so much better when you're not talking." "a little more time in bed with you doesn't hurt i guess."

~

"no! stay." the taller girl who you'd previously assumed was again soundly asleep, grabbed the back of your her top, tugging you down into the bed and wrapping her limbs possessively around you.

"leah i'm hungry!" you laughed, attempting to pry her hands off which gripped onto your stomach like a steel vice, your girlfriend only holding on tighter as you gave up with a sigh.

"i'll order us breakfast, stop trying to leave me." again the pout returned and you melted, softly grabbing her face as your thumbs traced down her sharp jawline, her cheeks flushed red from having again just woken up.

"someone's clingy today, is everything alright?" you started teasingly but ended on a more serious note, eyebrows furrowing together slightly as leah nodded. "i just miss you."

"how could you possibly miss me? we were together all day yesterday and i've been here by your side in bed for the last twelve hours." you laughed. "well rudely enough you weren't in my dreams, so when i was asleep i missed you." your cheeks now flushed red at the adorable statement, leahs own lips curling into a smile at the sight.

though the sweet moment was shortly interrupted by a loud gurgle.

"was that your stomach? see! you're hungry too." you laughed, poking accusingly at the older girl who smiled guiltily. "babe if you order food it'll take forever, just let me cook us something." you pleaded, lacing your fingers with leahs as she finally unwrapped her arms from your stomach with a long stretch.

"fine. but only if its pancakes?" leah smiled hopefully and you rolled your eyes playfully but nodded your agreement. "no i haven't brushed my teeth yet!" you pushed her away as she attempted to kiss you properly for the first time today, whining when you did so as she tugged you closer using your interlaced hands.

"i don't care, let me lay one on ya."

~

"leah i need to be able to move to cook!" you laughed, having to haul her own body weight around with your own as she clung onto you. chin resting on your shoulder, cold hands tucked into your hoodie pocket to try and warm up, holding your back tightly against her front.

"you can move, you have legs." leah shot back, her lips pressing a few affectionate kisses beneath your ear. "okay i need to go to the fridge." you shook your head with a smile, her footsteps falling in sync with yours as you both made your way across the kitchen and grabbed out some fruit.

"don't bump me please i have a knife." you warned gently, returning to the counter as leah nodded and you began to chop up some strawberries, occasionally holding one up for the defender to eat who kissed your cheek in a wordless thanks each time you did.

"pancakes need flipping gorgeous." leah murmered, glancing behind her. "back to the stove then." you sighed dramatically as once more your footsteps synced and you walked back, flipping them over as leah kissed the back of your neck.

"can i get some nutella on mine please?" the defender requested as you rifled through the pantry trying to find syrup, her hands moving from in your pockets to slip up inside the front of your hoodie, now pressed flush against your stomach.

"at this rate you may as well get in here with me." you teased as the blonde hugged you tightly, forever drunk on the feeling of her skin touching yours. "leah! i was joking!" you squealed as she flipped you around and ducked down, beginning to wiggle herself up and inside your hoodie.

you threw your head back, stomach aching from laughing so hard as leah grinned, head popping out of the collar as the two of you now stood inside your hoodie together.

"you told me to do it! plus it's my hoodie anyway, sharing is caring baby." leah smiled smugly, leaning in to press her forehead against yours, the two of you bound so tightly together you could feel one another's bodies moving with each breath taken or exhaled.

"you are unbelievably needy today."

"guess i'm just obsessed with you love." your heart swelled at the tender confession, lazy kisses exchanged among sweet words and breathy whispers of endearment. leah's slender fingers traced small shapes on your bare sides as your own gently cupped her chin, both staring at one another adoringly.

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"you know, you should feel honoured." leah cocked her head to the side, cheeky glint of mischief in her eye as you raised an eyebrow curiously, unsure where she was going with this.

the two of you had just finished up eating your breakfast sat side by side at the island, thighs pressed against one another, leah seemingly determined to always have at least one part of herself attached to you.

"please do enlighten me babe." "well you've just been promoted." "oh have i?" "mmm yes we've noticed you've been putting in a good shift, decided to reward your efforts." "oh really? and what's this promotion then." "well don't get a big head but you're now captain of the leah williamson fan club, its a prestigious honour you know." "is there a way to return your membership?" "no, in fact you're actually a little behind in your fees." "oh really? what a shame i've got no money." "oh don't fret my girl, we take other forms of payment."

#woso imagine #woso x reader #leah williamson x reader #woso blurbs #leah williamson #engwnt #woso fanfics #woso #leah williamson imagine

[scekrex]

Found another one hidden behind the cobwebs of my mind :D This time a prompt though, a smutty prompt 😏

Cowboy hat rule but Adam's exterminator mask. Reader being genuinely curious what it looks like inside and how does he see with it on his head, just putting it on while Adam was taking a shower or smth and looked in the mirror, thinking that it looked quite fucking awesome on him. He didn't realise though that Adam got out of shower and now was staring at him, dick absolutely hard seeing his husband wearing his mask that he goes to kill demons in and decides that since he wanted to wear his mask so badly, he's going to fuck him in it. Mask rule instead of the hat rule. Wear the mask, ride the masked man 🤠

Yeeehaw, might try that rule with ya 🤠😏

Ayo that a promise babes? Might take you up on that xoxo also Adam wasn't riding reader here but he made up for it

In Desire We Trust

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, anal sex, blowjobs, slapping, insulting (kinda?) unprotected & unprepared sex

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam had been in the bathroom for quite a while now, he had locked the door about half an hour ago with the info, that he was going to take a quick shower.

And ever since he had left his exterminator mask on the little coffee table in your living room your fingers were tickling to touch it, to put it on and figure out how it worked, because how the fuck did it work? You had been denying yourself that bit of information for far too long so you simply reached out and grabbed it. It looked… interesting. It was dark inside, but you couldn't spot any wires, that was for sure.

With curiosity rushing through your body you stepped over to the full body mirror that was hanging on the wall and put the mask on, eager to find out how the first man was able to see through this thing at all. Once the mask sat on your head comfortably, it immediately mimicked your facial expressions. Holy fuck was that thing accurate. You watched how every little movement was on display on the mask’s digital face and you were absolutely mesmerized by it.

Too caught up by how amazing this thing was, you didn't notice Adam leaving the bathroom. The first man was as naked as he had been back in Eden and the sight of you wearing his mask made him pop an instant boner because holy fucking shit, that thing looked absolutely glorious on you, it was something he wasn't used to at all, but that made it even better. The towel that had hung over his shoulder was dropped as he stepped up behind you.

A small surprised yelp escaped you as his naked arms wrapped around your body, his hands pressed against your chest to bring your back flush against his own chest. His hard dick was grinding firmly against your ass as one hand moved up to your neck. It forced you to tilt your head upwards. Through the mirror in front of you you glanced up at him, the mask mimicking your expression perfectly. “Fuck you look good wearing that mask,” he murmured as he watched your body react in the mirror, no need to look down at you when the mirror showed your body so fucking perfectly. You hummed at that, a wicked grin appeared on the LED screen. “Of course I fucking do,” you cockily responded, your ass moved in synch with his dick which drew pretty sounding gasps from the tall man behind you. “Wanna bend you over, grab you by the horns ‘n’ fuck you,” his voice was dripping from lust and the twitch that went through his dick only underlined his words. You liked that thought, very much so.

“Then fucking do it, coward.”

Oh and Adam was on it in an instant, the hand around your throat tightened a little as his other hand slid inside your pants to wrap around your dick, a moan fell from your lips as your eyes fell shut in pleasure and your body started to chase the friction Adam was providing. You had given the first man a challenge and Adam was no one to chicken out or back down, especially when it came to fucking your brains out. “You never fucking learn it, babes,” he purred in sheer delight at your reaction, a sharp grin on his lips as he watched the expression on the mask change. Your mouth was slightly agape, your eyes still closed and your eyebrows were raised. “Always so fucking cocky only to moan my name like the fucking whore you are moments later,” the hand that was stroking your dick slowed down before he withdrew his hand entirely from your erection. A shudder ran through your body.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here so that you can see how fucking godly you look while I fuck your brains out,” he hummed in your ear and you watched his eyes which were focused on your lips. Oh dear lord how you wanted to hold him accountable to his words, how you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you braindead. The hand that had been stroking your dick grabbed a hold of one of the horns that were attached to the mask and while the thing would definitely need some deep cleaning later, Adam couldn't bring himself to care in the slightest at that moment, he was too focused on your body's reaction to his own. He firmly pulled the horn backwards which resulted in the back of the mask hitting his chest harshly, the brunette didn't seem to mind though given the chuckle he let out as a comment to the whimper that fell from your lips at the sudden movement. “Y’know I might get you your own,” his finger tapped the horn as if he was actually thinking about it. But before you could comment or even react to that the LED face of the mask mirrored your surprised expression as Adam yanked your pants down, your underwear was quick to follow. “Color?” the first man asked to check in on you - a thing you had talked about at the beginning of your relationship, right after figuring out each other's kinks. Consent was key and therefore consent was fucking hot. “Green,” you breathed out heavily as you kicked off your shoes and stepped out of the fabric that had been covering your lower body half just moments ago, leaving you in nothing but a band shirt you had stolen from Adam years ago. Your hands reached for the hem of the shirt in order to remove it but Adam stopped you, the hand on the horn catched both of your wrists easily and held them high above your head to prevent you from undressing yourself fully. “You stay like that. Only wearing my fucking shit,” oh and how he loved that thought, how he was able to drown in it even, you only dressed in things that belonged to him and him alone, just like you did. “Possessive, aren't we?” you teased the taller man behind you and earned yourself a squeeze on your throat for that comment, it had still been worth it. “Oh you fucking know it,” he simply responded.

His hand that had been wrapped around your throat the entire time finally let go and you inhaled deeply, dear god, how sweet air could taste. Instead he placed his large palm on your shoulder and forced you to bend over, your hands braced against the mirror to steady your body as soon as Adam released them and the LED face of the mask started to glitch a little with how many emotions were on your face. Adam noticed and decided spontaneously to find out how big the glitches could get. The free hand slapped your ass firmly, causing you to yelp in pain. Through the mirror you saw a hint of concern appear in his eyes and you were quick to assure him you were okay by grinding your naked ass against his erection.

While your own was painfully hard and arched for attention, you had learned to be patient, at least sometimes. He applied a little pressure onto your shoulder, “Stay.” A nod from you seemed to be enough confirmation for now because both of his hands grabbed your ass cheeks and spread them. He appeared eager today because there was neither preparation physically nor magically as you felt the tip of his dick brush against your hole, a shudder went through your body and a whimper fell from your lips. “Fuck, Adam,” you moaned as the LED face that the man was seeing displayed lust, nothing but pure lust that was underlined by glitches, “I can fucking take it.”

And that had seemed to be what he had wanted to hear because once the words had crossed your lips, he was slowly pushing his hips forwards, burying himself inside of you. A devine moan fell from Adam's lips at the sight and he couldn't help but stare. At you wearing his mask, at him sliding inside of you, spreading your insides in the nicest way possible. “Fucking right,” you growled through clenched teeth with a smirk on your lips, “Moan for me, bitch.” Adam hasn't expected such a comment from you and couldn't help it when his head fell backwards and another holy moan fell from his soft, tempting lips. Oh fuck, the things your words did to him.

A whine of your name escaped him and his hands moved from your ass to the horns of his mask, he pulled on them harshly, clearly filled with excitement, lust and loss of control. Within a blink your back was pressed flush against his chest again as his dick finally bottomed out inside of you, a delightful hum was what Adam got in return. You were biting your lip to keep yourself as quiet as possible, the first man clearly didn't like it, “Stop that fucking shit and moan for me you whore.” You couldn't stop the bitchy reply, “Yeah well if you'd fuck me properly I would be screaming your name already.” Adam stopped in his tracks for a second and looked at you perplexed through the mirror. Fuck. Had you overstepped? Had it been too much?

But then his grip shifted yet again, one hand found its spot on your hip bone, his grip hard enough to leave bruises while the other came up to your throat yet again. He leaned down a little, his chin now resting on the mask's horns as he spoke, “You bratty little fucker better shut your fucking mouth.” And without a warning his hips started to move, not softly like he would have done if you had just shut up, no, his pace was bruising, hard and rough yet quick at the same time. It physically knocked the air out of your lungs and when the first dick to ever be created finally found your sweet spot and penetrated it again and again and again, you knew you were done for, you knew you lost the fight for dominance, not that there had ever been a serious competition. “Adam,” you moaned as your hands reached behind you, grabbing his hips hard and digging your nails into his skin to keep him close. “Fuck-” your eyes fell shut and your head fell back against his solid chest. Fuck was truly the only proper word to describe how you felt. “Adam please,” you whined because despite being needy and despite having a painfully hard erection, you knew better than to simply touch yourself. You had already been playing with fire earlier and you really wanted to cum, so you weren't willing to take yet another risk. “Fucking touch me already,” you begged the first man and Adam truly never could get enough of you begging for him, no matter what it was about. But you begging for his hand to pleasure you was surely one of the things he liked the most. “Be fucking patient and I'll blow you,” he snarled as his balls slapped against your ass again, again, again.

The thought of Adam's lips around your dick made you feel lightheaded - well to be honest the entire situation made you feel lightheaded, especially with the mask covering your face. It wasn't exactly hard to breathe underneath it, quite the opposite actually, yet it felt like there wasn't enough air to pump through your body to keep up with what was happening. “C’mon babes, say it,” he underlined his words with an extra harsh thrust. You gasped in surprise as you gripped his hips even harder, your knees started to weaken and your legs were trembling as you watched him through the mirror. His eyes looked hazy, clouded by lust and love for you and only you, the expression on his face was fucked out and the mask was showing you that your expression was quite similar to his.

“Adam-” “No. Fucking say it,” his eyes darkened a little and oh how you loved it when they did that during sex, your hips thrusted up into nothing, desperately seeking friction. “For fucks sake,” you cussed at him, “I’m not calling you Dickmaster.” The annoyance was visible on the LED face and Adam's lips stretched into a wide, toothy grin, “You just fucking did,” his voice dropped an octave as he continued, “And you're gonna be my good fucking boy and do it again. Seriously this time.” And oh that voice of his shattered every little bit of pride you had stored up inside of you and you felt your knees giving out underneath you. Adam's arm was quick to wrap around you, to prevent you from falling. “Fucking admit it.” “Dickmaster,” you whispered as you tried to control your breathing a little, it was hellish hot underneath that fucking mask and your few was fogged so you barely saw anything. However you felt Adam's body react to your words - well to your word rather. “One more time, speak the fuck up, I want those bitches next door to know who's fucking your brains out.” Your grip on Adam's hips tightened yet again to keep you up on your legs even though that wasn't really necessary considering that he was holding you up, but the little stutter of his hips it earned you made it worth it. “Fucking Dickmaster,” you cried out as his dick hit your prostate extra hard.

Your hands came up to rip the mask off your head but once again the first man stopped you in your tracks, “The mask stays fucking on, babes.” A whine of his name was your answer to his demand and for a second his mind seemed to clear up because the grip on your wrists loosened and his eyes met yours in the mirror. “Color?” Oh how you adored it when he asked for consent and checked on you while also fucking you senseless, because while is face looked concerned, his thrusts didn't slow down in the slightest. “Green.” And with that he pushed your hands away from the mask.

“Gonna fucking paint your insides,” he mumbled once his attention had been shifted back to what you were doing. “Fuck, please-” you wanted that, wanted him to mark you up and paint you in white liquid. His hand still didn't move to touch you, not even when he groaned that he was close and you just took it. He had promised you a blowjob after all and you weren't gonna miss out on that.

And then he buried himself deep down inside of you, his nails dug into your hips as his orgasm knocked the air out of his lungs and his energy drained rapidly. He fucked the sticky liquid as deep in as physically possible, your name on his lips as he covered your insides in his cum.

Once his breathing slowed down again and the clouds that had covered his eyes lifted, he pulled out, grinning at your whine at the emptiness you were met with. “Adam,” you begged with need in your eyes, the emotion strong enough to make Adam's mask glitch, more extreme than it had been before and then the yellow LED face disappeared and Adam was met with a blank screen as he spun you around in his arms to face you.

The first man was quick to remove the mask from your head and toss it aside, that was a problem for later.

Adam pushed you backwards until your back was pressed against cold glass, you let out a hiss at the unpleasant feeling as cum streamed down your legs. But Adam didn't care. He dropped to his knees within a heartbeat and without giving you the slightest bit of a warning, his mouth opened and his soft lips wrapped around your angry red erection.

Oh what a relief the heat of Adam's mouth was, you knew it wouldn't take you long, that there was no chance you could last and still you grabbed a fistful of Adam's hair and fucked his throat harshly. The sin of lust had taken over your body completely and everything you did was because your body screamed at you to do it. But Adam let you. He let you fuck his throat, for fucks sake he moaned around your dick in the most delicious way possible, sending vibrations through your body. And that was all you needed. That simple little stimulation sent you over the edge and you couldn't bring your body to pull out of his mouth or give him a warning at least. A loud, throaty moan of his name erupted from your lips and your head hit against the cold glass behind you as you came down Adam's throat.

And he swallowed it all, of fucking course he did. Show off. He made sure your dick was all clean when he got up and whipped his mouth with the back of his hand, a proud grin on his lips. “Now that's my good boy,” he hummed, sounding just as proud as he looked, before leaning down and catching your lips in a much softer kiss. It tasted bitter and salty, your cum still on his tongue. His tongue that had just entered your mouth. Yet you moaned into the kiss, pushed yourself away from the mirror and against his hot body.

“Looks like you showered for nothing,” and while you tried to sound disappointed, Adam caught onto what you were implying immediately. “Mhm, seems like we have to take one together, can't fucking leave you all messy, babes.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[luveline]

omg jade!! this just popped into my head but do u think u could write smth ab roan gettin a tinyyyy bit jealous when reader gives attention to another kid? pls feel free to ignore if u dont like it hehe j smth i thought ab! ily!!

this request is from october I'm so sorry it took this long, thank you for requesting, ily ♥︎ fem!reader

Eddie’s friend Gareth has two kids. 

Twin boys, they hang off of him one to each arm and might be the cutest kids you’ve ever seen that aren’t Roan. One is much, much cuddlier than the other, and when he climbs into your lap you really, honestly can’t say no. He’s practically a baby still, two and half years old and chatty without real words. 

When he strokes your face with your hand, you look over his little head at Eddie where he’s sitting at the same picnic table and pout at him. 

“You want one?” he asks, raising his eyebrows. 

You rub the back of the baby’s head, hand stroking over fine, sandy brown hair. “Stop it.”

It’s a very cheeky joke considering you and Eddie haven’t been together that long. And besides, you think he might have his work cut out for him with his own baby girl, he doesn’t need another right now. 

Said baby girl has taken to holding your hand basically everywhere you go. You adore Roan and if she wants to hold your hand whenever she sees you, it’s an improvement from her wanting to always be carried. She’d been holding your hand five minutes ago before she proclaimed her need to pee. 

She emerges from the house and into the garden with her little hands dripping and Eddie beckons her over. You can hear their hushed conversation as he wipes her hands dry with his t-shirt. 

“Did you flush?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah, daddy.”

“Did you wipe the right way?”

She looks a little embarrassed, and then that embarrassment gets eaten by Munson rage. “Yeah, dad.”

Eddie only laughs. “Okay, alright. Thanks, mini me. Kiss for a job well done?”

Roan gives him a quick kiss and then throws her gaze to you. You watch what looks to be excitement shrivel up and dissolve into dust, her eyes widened and then pinched with hurt. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” you ask, hand splayed over the small back of your newfound charge. 

She doesn’t talk to you. Roan turns on her heel and climbs straight into Eddie’s lap, small thighs either side of his waist and face falling into his t-shirt. He’s as confused as you are, dropping his face down closer to hers and murmuring something too quiet to hear. Her tiny black bunches bounce as she shakes her head. 

He tucks a loose curl behind her ear. “Tell me, sweetheart,” he says gently. 

Roan pushes her face deeper into his chest and sighs. 

You’re at that stage of knowing and loving Roan where all of her upsets still feel huge to you. Eddie, having experienced her change in emotion every single day of her life, is much less affected. Not any less loving, or any less caring, but he doesn’t get so stressed. He pats her little back for what’s left of his friends garden party, and you say goodbye to your clinger when it’s time for their nap. 

“Let’s go home, should we?” Eddie asks gently, forehead tapped against Roan’s. 

She grumbles irritably and Eddie picks her up, her face quickly hidden in his neck. When all the goodbyes have been exchanged you follow him back to his car, nibbling your lip intermittently. Roan isn’t prone to being quiet like this unless she’s sick or tired, and it’s hours from bedtime, so she has to be sick. 

"She's not warm," Eddie tells you. 

"Do you feel sick?" you ask her anyways, not because you don't believe Eddie's capabilities as a dad, but for your own peace of mind — you don't like worrying about Roan. It gnaws at you. 

She doesn't speak to you. In fact, she doesn't speak to you for hours. Not when you get home, not at the dinner table, and not during cartoons before bed. She doesn't hug you goodnight, and that's when Eddie gives a knowing, amused snort. 

"What?" you ask, pulling your gaze from her retreating back to him. "What's funny? Your baby doesn't like me anymore, this is the opposite of funny." 

"She's just jealous." You scoot away from him. He pulls you back in with an eye roll. "Not of me, dork. Of Henry." 

You blink. "Gareth's kid?" 

"Yes." His head lolls lazily to the side, and his smile is more a smirk than anything else. "Come on, sweet thing. Use your brain." 

You would glare at him if the cogs weren't turning in your head. "Well, what do I do?" You stand up. "I gotta say sorry." 

Eddie catches your hand. When you look at him, he shakes his head. You love and hate how smug he is as a dad, how he simultaneously knows all the answers but has to call Wayne at least once a week with some whacky question. 

"What?" 

"You don't have to say sorry to her for hugging another kid, just… explain that she's your favourite." 

"She is my favourite." 

"I know."

You look down the hall and then back to your boyfriend. "Will you come with me?" 

"Always." Eddie gets up, and you hold hands all the way to Roan's bedroom, though the slim hallway makes it difficult. 

He knocks on Roan's door. "Babe?"

"Daddy?" 

He pushes open the door. Roan isn't sleeping, she usually doesn't until Eddie comes in to tuck her into bed and kiss her goodnight. She's sitting by the bottom of the bed with her big paper sketchbook and a crayon in hand, but she hasn't drawn anything yet. She drops the crayon and looks up at you both suspiciously. 

"Y/N wants to talk to you. Do you wanna sit in the bed together?" he asks her. 

She nods. Too soon, Eddie's pulling his hand out of yours and scooping Roan up deftly, and he climbs into her tiny princess bed with little hesitation. She looks small in his lap. 

You sit gingerly opposite. 

Eddie gives you an encouraging smile, worming his thumb into the palm of her hand. 

"Roan," you start, awkward because Eddie's listening, hesitant because you don't wanna mess this up. You decide to go for the straightforward approach. "You know you're my favourite girl, yeah?" 

She glares at you. 

Not what you'd been expecting. 

You try again. "I… I love you very much. Like, so much it squeezes out of me when you hug me, and you gotta push it all back in for me." 

An inkling of a smile appears. She loves that game, and she's stronger than she looks. It really does feel like she's squeezing all the air from your lungs sometimes. 

"And-" You continue, prompted by Eddie's voracious nodding. "And even though sometimes other boys and girls want to give me a hug, none of them ever give me hugs as good as yours. I just want you to know that your hugs are my favourite." 

Roan leans back heavy into Eddie's chest. He kisses the top of her head unthinking, lips hidden by her dark brown curls. 

Then, his lips move down to her ear, and he says, in his professional parenting voice that's all soft and warm, "I know you were unhappy when Y/N gave baby Henry a cuddle, but just 'cause she gave him a hug doesn't mean she can't give you one too. And ignoring people isn't something we like to do, is it?" 

Roan frowns at him. "But she was holding my hand first." 

"I know. You gotta share her, though. Like right now, you're in my lap, and Y/N isn't complaining. Maybe she wants to be in my lap, or maybe she wants you in hers." 

You take the queue. "I miss my goodnight hug," you say, hands moving forward. You pout at her. "Please, Roan."

You wouldn't force Roan into a hug if you didn't think she wanted one. You're right, thankfully, and Roan stands up, wobbling across the mattress in her pink pyjamas and straight into your chest. 

You curl your arms around her too tight and send Eddie your most thankful, loving look as Roan snuggles your neck. 

"Missed you, princess," you murmur, hand creeping up her back to play in the soft ends of her hair. 

You hug. Roan turns to mush, boneless, limp, every word for it, putty in your hands. Eddie had told you once that he thinks she likes your hugs because you're so soft. 

He wiggles his eyebrows. "Think about it," he whispers. "You could have two of her. Three." 

You close your eyes so you don't have to look at him, flustered but so happy you end up laughing. 

"Kiss?" you ask Roan. 

She nods. You cover her in kisses, every inch of her perfect face. 

#eddie and roan #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader blurb #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[donghoonie-3]

Needy

Warnings: MINORS DNI!!!, sub!sunghoon, dom!gn!reader, choking, blowjob, handjob, praising, cum eating, teasing sunghoon, if there's anything else please let me know!!

NOTE: my inspiration to write this was Lily @tfwheeseung our hard thoughts of choking hoon had me needing to write smth about it even though it's not the main thing but wtv it's still there lmao <3. Ty Lily for bringing it up 💖💖. Anyways I hope you all enjoy <3 I haven't written in a while and I finally git the motivation to write this so yay :). Also this isn't proof read!!!

Your hand wraps around so perfectly around his soft delicate neck. You give it an experimental squeeze to see how he reacts. He closes his eyes as he sharply sucks in, gasping at the nice feeling. Pretty you think to yourself.

"You like that baby, don't you? My pretty boy likes being choked, hmm?" You tease Sunghoon and he replies with an airy "yes".

You squeeze your hand harder around him, not to hard to completely cut off his airflow though. He let's out a moan and shoots his eyes open. Looking up at you with sparkles in his eyes.

"please" he whimpers, he looks so pretty like this; on his knees in front of you, all at your mercy. "Please what hoon?" You ask him. "Need you yn" he sounds so desperate asking for you.

You let go of his neck and cup his cheek with that hand. "Okay baby, come up on the bed for me love" he does as you say and gets comfortable on the bed.

"What do you want exactly hoon?" You ask as you sit beside him, your hand soothing over his thighs. Good thing he's wearing shorts so you can feel just how soft they are.

"Want your mouth, please" he replies, his fingers fidgeting on top of his stomach. You smile and nod at him.

You move to take off his shorts along with his underwear. His dick slapped against his obdomen, already hard. "Awhh did you get hard just from choking you? You're so cute" you coo at him and he whines from embarrassment.

"Hurry up!!" He sounds so needy, it makes you want to continue teasing him. "Okay okay, someone's impatient" you giggle before continuing your actions.

You lower yourself down in between Sunghoons thighs. Kissing his plush thighs and leaving a mark every now and then, loving the little "ah"s he's letting out.

You slowly make your way from his thighs up to where he needs you the most, his twitching dick. "want you, please" he tries not to squirm but he fails to, he's way too desperate for your touch to be able to controll himself.

"Such a good boy, asking so well. I'll give you want you want now, you deserve it" he whimpers at your praising.

You wrap your lips around his pink tip and circle your tongue around him, occasionally flicking your tongue up and down his slit. You love the little reactions he gives you to each of your actions.

He tries so hard not to buck his hips into your mouth when you almost take all of him into your mouth, leaving behind what you can't fit. Your mouth feels like heaven to him.

"Oh my god, yn- feels so good" his back arches off the bed as you start to bop your head up and down. Your hand moving to the base of his cock where your mouth can't reach and your other hand resting on his side, caressing him with your thumb every now and then.

The way you hollow your cheeks around him to make him feel even better, the way your tongue laps around his dick whenever you go up, the way your throat feels around him when you go down. It all makes his head spin with how good you're making him feel.

You pull off him with a pop and moving both of your hands now to him. One hand twisting around his tip and the other around his base. He let's out a string of moans as his high approaches.

Too lost in the feeling he can't hold back anymore and bucks his hips up to meet your touch. "So good, please" he moans out.

"You're so pretty like this baby, all fucked out for me" you kiss his hip as you praise him. You look up at him and he looks so good right now. His mouth parted so prettily, his tongue almost lolling out, his eyes closing before opening again and looking down to you making eye contact. He's so pretty. All for you. Only for you.

"You're all mine yes hoon?" You ask, your hands speeding up. "Fuck- yes yn, all yours, please can I cum?" He almost let's out a high pitched moan when you bring your mouth back to his dick. Only sucking on his tip as your two hands twist in opposite directions around the base.

"Oh my god yn" he moans as he cums into your mouth, shaking with how good his orgasm hit him. But wait...he wants to try one last thing "Wait don't swallow" he quickly said before you do.

You look at him confused "come here, please" he says, voice clearly tired. You crawl up on top of him andnto your surprise he pulls you into an open kiss, his cum going into his own mouth as yous kiss. He whines at the taste but loves how dirty he feels from doing that.

You pull away to catch your breath. "Didn't expect you to do that" you giggle and he chuckles with you. "Sorry" he says, a bit embarrassed now at the realisation of what he did. "No, that was hot" you quickly reply back, not wanting him to think he fucked up.

"Really?" He asked, his eyes looking up at you, almost shinning. "Mhm, we should do that again" you say as you lean in to kiss his cheek, then his jawline, then his neck.

He brings your hand to his neck, "round two?" He asks shyly and you giggle "round two it is baby".

New taglist: @hee-poster @ness-iness @makiixuxii

#sub sunghoon #sub hoon #sub enhypen #enhypen smut #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fic #sub idol #dom reader #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon hard thoughts

[killuasghost]

SLICES OF LIFE # ！︎

↠︎ plot + warnings: hcs on college!jjk men with f!reader roommate and their many adventures with one another!

↠︎ featuring: nanami, toji, choso, gojo, and geto

↠︎ continuing my college!jjk series and we're starting with this! i love the idea of reader having her own relationship with the boys and vice versa!

➞︎ it isn't often that you guys get to go on adventures together.

➞︎ most of the time its a bunch of mini side quests with one another at different times.

➞︎ when you have afternoon classes, gojo and geto are usually finishing up their day as well.

➞︎ which turns into the three of you taking the train into tokyo, blowing gojo's money on sweets and food.

➞︎ sometimes you guys catch a car meet on the off chance y'all end up on that side of town when its happening (a/n: i hc the group to be into cars but geto, toji, and choso are the biggest gear heads)

➞︎ some days, you and nanami spend mornings together.

➞︎ mostly spent in the nooks and crannies of libraries or by the window in a bakery/cafe.

➞︎ sometimes, when you guys have book club, he'll put together a picnic for the two of you.

➞︎ there's a garden with a bunch of Japanese maple trees that the two of you found once.

➞︎ it's y'all's secret third spot. 🤫

➞︎ surprisingly, choso started tagging along with you to toji's practices/matches after a couple months of you doing it.

➞︎ while you were focused on the 'pr' side of things for the boxer, choso took on the role of sparring partner.

➞︎ so now, you had not one, but two gym bros on your hands as choso started hitting the gym srsly.

➞︎ don't worry, it's not always a fist fight with those guys.

➞︎ choso is always finding some new spot to try, mostly art or herbal shops, and toji drives while you tag along for the ride.

➞︎ meanwhile, toji's always finding some mountain to hike! gd its exhausting keeping up with him sometimes!

➞︎ but they're the only two to stick around for when you have your 'bring it on' marathon, so you endure :)

➞︎ geto is in the tattoo shop late at night some weekends and whenever you're available, you pop a squat on the comfy futon he has in his space and chill.

➞︎ he appreciates the company whenever he's working on a client after hours or working hard on designing a new piece.

➞︎ he uses you as a gauge for when he's been working too long. if you've been silent for more than an hour, he knows it's time to wrap it up.

➞︎ gojo is a slut for his monthly massages. he got you one as a birthday gift one year and y'all have been going together ever since.

➞︎ he's always the one you're trying bazaar shit with. cos why tf did he fire up the private jet just so the two of you could visit the blue lagoon.

➞︎ in ICELAND btw

➞︎ toji secretly likes to cook.

➞︎ like loves to cook actually.

➞︎ you only found out when it was just the two of you at home one weekend (nanami on a business retreat with geto, gojo visiting his family (begrudgingly he says), and choso went camping with his brother's) and toji threw down after the joint sesh y'all had.

➞︎ i mean the spread was spreadin'

➞︎ he swore you to secrecy, cooking was smth he didn't want the other's taking advantage of (he's just scared of rejection ((that wouldn't happen)) 🙄).

➞︎ one time y'all took a dessert class and learned to make matcha swiss rolls 🤤

➞︎ toji looked cute in his lil apron and hat ;)

➞︎ choso invites you to art exhibits with him and drags you along to the newest infrastructure being built in the city

➞︎ there's a local pottery/glass blowing shop in downtown Sendai, that the two of you frequent to make clay pottery.

➞︎ at some point, choso designs the most beautiful sculpture out of clay and all of you show up for he showcases it at his first art show!

➞︎ you were the sculpture

➞︎ every once in awhile you guys link up for a group activity.

➞︎ its usually toji's fights but most recently you guys went to the opera!!!

➞︎ geto somehow ended up on stage for a brief moment but that's a story for another time cause 😅

FREE PALESTINE, CONGO, SUDAN, EVERYWHERE !!!!

#storms.treasures #choso kamo #college!jjk #college!nanami #college!geto #college!gojo #college!toji #college!choso #college!jjk x reader #nanami x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #choso x reader #jjk x black!reader #anime x black!reader #anime

[futterurl]

hi! I'm coming with an idea for a josh futturman x reader smut fic, so... I was thinking of a scenario where the reader is Josh's friend, and one day, they come to his house to give back a game they borrowed from him. without hesitation and knocking, they enter his room, but... he's pleasing himself. It's a bit awkward, but eventually, the reader asks if he can help him with it and then gives him blowjob or smth 🫢 I'd love to see this in a fic!

RHIS ID SO REAL ANON I LOVE THE WAY U THINK!!!!!!! hes in my head all day might as well givd him some🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

WARNINGS: gn!reader, blowjob, cumming in mouth

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it was a nice day out, you walking over to your friend josh’s house. you had borrowed a video game from him awhile back that he recommended you play. finally, after a few weeks, you beat the entire thing. god, you were such a loser.

you let yourself in to his house with a key you had. you both had keys to each other’s houses. you both had been best friends for so long, it became normal to waltz in to the others house to get stuff, pick up packages, or just a place to crash for a little while.

you didn’t see his parents home, or him, for that matter. you closed the door behind you, shoving your keys in your picket. you walked to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water. you shouldn’t have walked over while it was so hot out.

while you got yourself a bit of water, you started to think about josh. your mind would wander every now and then about him. so what if he was a loser boy who gamed for a living? he was funny, shy, and cute. what’s not to like?

for starters, he had a pretty jawline. it was very sharp. you also loved his hair. his hair was one of your favorite things about him. whenever the both of you were together, you’d find yourself playing with his hair every now and then.

oh, how you wished you could pull on his hair as he sucked on your-

you shook your head, trying to swipe the thought away. you couldn’t think about your best friend like that. you weren’t even here for that! you just had to return the video game.

you walked up to his room, video game in hand, ready to call or tell him about it and how much fun it was. you didn’t think he was home, as the house was practically dead silent. you’d just leave the game on his desk and leave. simple as that.

you opened his door and it wasn’t that simple at all.

staring back at you was josh, panting on his bed with his hard erection in his hand. the video game slipped out of your grasp, falling onto the floor.

after a few seconds of the most awkward silence you had ever had to sit through, you opened your mouth. “what the fuck, josh.”

“what do you mean what the fuck??? this is my house!!” he panicked, pulling his boxers up to conceal his throbbing cock. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i’m returning the fucking game you let me borrow! that’s all! i didn’t know anyone was home!” you yelled back.

“shit, um..i’m sorry you…uh..if you saw…uh..yeah…” his words started to turn into mutters.

“dude, it’s fine. it’s normal. i’m not grossed out. promise. we all do it from time to time.” you started to slowly walk into his room, hoping he would calm down.

“i look like a fucking weirdo. i promise i’m not.” he held his head in his hands. this was the most embarrassing moment of his entire life.

“josh. really, don’t sweat it. we all masturbate. i shouldn’t have walked in like that. it’s my fault, if anything.” you wanted to hug him. he was typically the insecure type, and this wasn’t helping. at all.

an idea popped into your head. an awful, genius idea. an idea that would maybe calm his nerves. everything was on the table now. you couldn’t make things worse.

“i could…i could help you with that. if you want.” you said barely loud enough so he could hear.

he perked up, looking at you. had he heard you correctly? there’s no way…

“what?” he asked, voice wavering.

you looked down to his concealed erection. “i could help you with it, if you’d like. i don’t want you to feel like this is something you should be embarrassed about.” you sat on the bed next to him.

“are…are you sure?” he asked. he almost pinched himself, not believing this was real.

“yes’ i’m sure, josh.” you tried to play it cool, like your heart wasn’t pounding out of your chest. were you being too bold?

“o-only if you want to, of course! sorry, i didn’t mean to make you feel forced or anything. just ignore what i said. i..i was just kidding! the last thing i wanna do is make you even more uncomfortable-” you were rambling at this point.

josh stopped you. “no, please. i want you to do this so bad.” his eyes looked down at his cock, throbbing through his boxers, pleading for a release. your eyes also looked down, then met his.

you got up and wedged yourself in between his thighs, getting close up to his tent in his boxers. you traced the outline of it with your finger, making him jolt with pleasure.

“gonna have to take these off for me, josh, okay?” you asked, tenderness in your voice. you knew how careful you had to be around intimacy.

he nodded his head, spurting okays and tugging his boxers off. only then did you really get a good look at his hardened cock. you saw every detail of it: the pink tip, the way it curved, its length.

“d-don’t stare, ‘s weird.” he tried to avert your eyes to anything else, starting to get a bit nervous.

“alright, i won’t stare. i’ll get to it.” you said, testing the waters as you kissed the tip. he jolted, you knew that felt really good.

“shit…” he breathed heavily. he couldn’t believe what he was seeing: his best friend, on their knees, kissing and looking at his cock. it felt unreal, like he was gonna wake up any second.

he was reminded that this was real, however, when you swirled your tongue around his tip. his head fell back with a groan. you hadn’t even put it in your mouth but it already felt so fucking good.

he started to get restless, wanting more yet being so overstimulated at the same time, pulling at your hair lightly. “please, more.” he pleaded, not caring how desperate he seemed to be.

you obliged as your mouth sunk down on him, taking the tip and a bit of his length, attempting to run your tongue all over it. he tugged at your hair even more, feeling so good. he didn’t want this to ever end.

your head bobbed down even more, until finally taking all his length, mouth connecting with the base. he let out a loud moan.

“please. move. fuck, feels too damn good.” he was begging at this point, and who were you to deny a man his wishes?

your head moved up and down in tiny thrusts, testing the waters of how much you could take without having breathing issues. it was all worth it to bring your eyes up to him, seeing his scrunched up eyes, mouth open, moaning and whimpering, and head thrown back. it was mesmerizing.

you started to bob your head up and down on him faster, tongue running down his cock with every move. every second of movement brought him closer and closer to his release. one of your hands ran circles around his thigh, partially holding him steady.

“shit, shit, starting t’ get close. fuck.” his hips threatening to jolt up into your mouth. he knew he wouldn’t last long, him already being hard, but with him in your mouth, watching his best friend’s head bob up and down on his length? he’d be done in seconds.

your tongue swirled around the tip, giving yourself a second to breathe. “please, josh, cum in my mouth. know you can do it, give it to me.” you got back to work, head moving furiously on his cock, trying to bring him to his sweet release he had been trying to chase by himself earlier.

“gonna come, fuck, feels so good, please, please…” he started to whimper incoherent babbles as you ran your tongue sloppily up and down his pretty cock.

after one last bob of your head, his hips started jolting, and you started to feel spurts of cum shooting into the back of your throat in ropes. you kept moving, trying to help him ride through his orgasm as he kept moaning and rambling as he came.

once he stopped moaning so hard and regulated his breath, you slowly took him out of your mouth, disconnecting with his tip with a pop. you took a gulp, swallowing all his seed. he would hate to admit how hot he thought that was.

“do you feel better now?” you asked getting up and sitting beside him as he lay down on his bed.

“that…holy shit that was fantastic.” he breathed, chest heaving. “you have the mouth of a fucking god. thank you so much.”

“hey, ‘s just helping a friend out, right?” you replied, rubbing one of his arms. “hope that did help.”

“yeah, that was so great. holy shit.” he sat up, thinking.

‘helping a friend out.’ he thought to himself. next time, he was gonna help you out, and make sure you guys weren’t just friends anymore. what you just did was one of the best things he ever experienced, and he wanted to make sure you’d know that and get repayment someday.

that could wait, though. he had to take it slow.

“so, which game did you wanna bring back to me that started all this?”

#future man #josh futturman smut #josh futturman x reader #josh futturman #future man smut

[kneelingshadowsalome]

okay okay…how would konig propose to reader?would he do it because he really loves her or he wants a wife? i keep trying to wrap my head around him being romantic, but idk if he is able to be tbh

You know, I’m reading this biography of Arnold Schwarzenegger (Total Recall… lol) and he proposed to Maria Shriver on a lake holiday ;__; Like, they were in this boat Arnold was rowing around and I thought: this is so König coded!

So yep König would take his girl on a boat ride so that she can’t escape when he pops the question. He also wants to propose in the most romantic, intimate possible setting! It doesn't hurt that it's midsummer too, the birds are singing and bees are buzzing and flowers are blooming and there’s a soft breeze playing in her hair, perhaps she’s wearing a dress again because it’s so hot.

König has a tendency of losing his shirt every now and then, but this time, he will intentionally leave it on the shore as the day is one of the hottest summer days yet, and he knows he will get sweaty when he rows that little boat. His Engel suspects nothing, the cutest girl in the world just takes in the lake view, not paying attention to how this guy is rowing a little too enthusiastically for it to be a short simple joy ride on a hot summer day…

And then he just suddenly stops, deciding this is as good a spot as any, puts the oars away and reaches for his pocket. He doesn’t even get to say the words before her hands fly on her mouth when she sees he’s pulling out a ring. König was supposed to drop on one knee and ask for her hand but Engel starts to cry from happiness and he is so excited to go to her and put the ring on her finger that he capsizes the whole thing.

Our overexcited hero then has to save his angel from drowning and the ring slips and ends up somewhere at the bottom of the lake. König spends the rest of the afternoon diving to get it back while Engel relaxes on the grass, naked, trying to dry their clothes in the sun and admiring what a great lung capacity her future husband has O_o deep diving for the ring for like 15 times before he finally finds it and brings it to her, rising from the lake like some Olympian God, muscles wet and bronzed in the sun, smiling so, so wide when he finally gets on one knee before his lady ❤️ They’re both naked like Adam & Eve in paradise, the world around them is like it was the first day when God created it... It’s not what König had planned, but in a way it’s even more romantic than his original idea!

And as for your question does he truly love reader or simply wants a wife… Well, both!? People always say it’s girls who traditionally dream about getting married but in König’s case, he was the boy who dreamed he would some day win a girl and get to take them home as a prize take care of them.

He has never been a dating kinda guy, if König gets up close and personal with you, his main goal is to propose at some point. (Imagine if you wanted a relationship but didn’t want to get married because of this reason or that, didn’t see it necessary or smth, and König would be like… "Ok…" and internally cry himself to sleep :'( )

Not relevant to this but Arnold 'The Austrian Oak' also blurted to Maria’s mom that her daughter has "a nice butt" first time he met the Kennedy family. I cackled. I think that's so autistic/awkward/cringefail König coded too.

#answered #tooth rotting fluff #könig fluff #könig headcanons #könig x reader