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eoieopda · 1 year

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Can you please do a jungkook being dad or to be dad ?!?🥹🫠they’re freaking cute

aaaaaah! i love writing dad!bangtan 🥹

ft. established relationship au, unmarried jk & reader, mention of unplanned pregnancy, matching timbs.

No part of your life proceeded as planned.

Somehow, everything you ended up with fell right into your lap before you could think to seek it. One of those sudden discoveries was Jungkook, your now-boyfriend, who crashed into your life four years ago in the most literal sense — on a bike, right into the side of your car.

Things escalated from first aid on the sidewalk to compensatory japchae at a nearby restaurant. When his nose stopped bleeding and your bellies were full, the conversation kept flowing until the restaurant staff begged to be able to close for the night.

You didn’t expect him to stick around for all of that, but you were glad he did.

He became a recurring character in your life after that; promoting himself to series regular in the same way your sporadic coffee dates became part of your daily routine. From the café up the block to your jointly-purchased kitchen table, he was present at your side.

Your pregnancy came about just as unexpectedly. Only a year into your relationship, you pissed on a stick to confirm a hunch. You — perhaps unfairly — expected a negative reaction to that positive result, but what you got instead was partnership. Jungkook’s presence once again communicating his promise to stay.

And shit, did he make good.

For someone who didn’t plan to become a father at twenty-three, he was as good at this as he was literally everything else. A quick study, he could change a diaper faster than you could blink.

Jungkook made it all look easy, too; not exhausting, not frustrating, just natural. He soothed Jungsoo’s crying with minimal effort — usually with a song — and he was especially adept at keeping that smushy face smiling.

Best of all, you couldn’t identify a single moment in which the work felt unequal. He was adamant that parenting was a team sport.

True to form, he turned the dreaded, late-night wake-ups into a competition against himself. He’d set new personal records in both his response time and his resolution time. He’d be back in bed, wrapping himself around you before your sleep-steeped brain fully processed his absence.

Working full-time from home meant that you got to marvel at his talents in real-time. Watching the two of them interact throughout each day, you fell more impossibly in love with both of them. With their unbridled imaginations; their special, shared language; the eerily familiar way Jungsoo buffered through his confusion.

Because of your beloved boys, your house was full of laughter — every single day. You didn’t have to miss a single second.

Sitting at your kitchen table with your laptop open in front of you, you were halfway through today’s project. Jungkook had taken over the finger-painting session so you could meet your deadline without issue. At some point, though, you noticed a quiet you weren’t used to.

It was too early for nap time, so where was the giggling? The sing-alongs that made up the soundtrack to your day?

In the laundry room down the hall, you heard the door to the garage open and shut again. It was followed by slow, careful footfalls up the wooden steps; then an odd, metallic clatter that prompted you to stand. Before you could investigate further, there they came:

Jungkook, holding a step stool and a shopping bag from the hardware store. The pair of them must have slipped out unnoticed during your conference call earlier.

Jungsoo, holding his father’s hand while keeping plastic safety goggles on his face with the other. They coordinated perfectly with the toy tool-belt wrapped around his waist, and the yellow hard hat on his head.

Both were wearing Timberlands, though the smaller pair had zippers on the sides for ease of use.

“What are you two handymen up to?” You giggled as you placed your hands on your hips. Truly, the sight of them had you swooning; it would’ve been impossible not to smile.

The twenty-six-year-old exchanged a look with his three-year-old colleague; then the former held up the shopping bag. “The playroom ceiling needs a new eyeball.”

He said it matter-of-factly as if his explanation didn’t require one of its own. Jungkook noted the way you blinked slowly back at him, then he cleared his throat with a laugh.

“Sorry — lightbulb,” he corrected himself as he gently patted the top of your son’s hard hat. It shifted slightly at the contact, but Jungkook was quick to fix it. “I’m studying up on Jungsoo-ese.”

At the mention of his name, Jungsoo’s entire face lit up. His nose scrunched as he smiled, leaving his two front teeth on full display. You lovingly tapped the tip of that crinkled nose with your index finger, “I need lessons, apparently!”

Jungkook nodded, then knelt down to consult with his partner. He whispered something that you didn’t catch, and then Jungsoo went rocketing off to the playroom with a whoop. As soon as he was gone, Jungkook stood, wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you in for a kiss that left you breathless.

“I can tutor you, baby,” he promised with a cheeky grin, “But my expertise doesn’t come cheap.”

“Oh?” You smirked, “Name your price.”

He kept his eyes fixed on you as he nodded, much more serious when he spoke again, “We can negotiate specifics after bedtime, but I think this construction crew would benefit from a little expansion.”

Leaning up onto your toes, you carded your fingers through his hair and kissed him deep. You pulled away only to murmur against his lips, “There are more eyeballs in this house than there are hands to fix them…”

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 3 months

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on the phone with 👑

(cw: mentions of ego-shooter video games; age gap 25/41, nsfw, masturbation, dirty talk, praise, MDNI)

part before: painting his nails

I'm tossing and turning.

In my own bed.

Cursing the notion I had, that I couldn't possibly stay for longer at his place.

On Monday morning, I packed up my stuff and hurried to work, after he made me another latte.

Being a good girl, not getting him to fuck me again, even though I would have rather taken him to bed than myself to work.

Texting König about every single minute thing that came to my mind. And him doing the same.

I sent him a pic while I was out getting lunch with a colleague. And he sent me a pic while he was working out. I almost died right there and then.

Firstly, I never would have thought he would do a mirror selfie.

Secondly...

His hair put up in a haphazard way. Damp strands of it hanging down.

The tank top was a tight fit especially for him, showing off his arms. Sweat staining the front of it, the sheen of wetness on his skin...

The shorts. The sight of his burly thighs had me gripping my desk, trying to get a grip.

Thirdly, that goddamned smile. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing.

When I had calmed down, my fingers typed out a message in response.

Me: excuse me??? sir??? 🫠 👑: you are excused

He's gonna pay for that one.

When I came home from work, I thought it was eerily quiet in my apartment. Nobody else being here. I mean, I live alone and Mimi greeted me as always. But it seemed like was something off. Missing.

I thought back to when we got my stuff and König just waited patiently for me while I packed some clothes and other necessities. Petting Mimi, his whole attention on the little cat. His tall stature dwarfed my living room, and I was actually surprised he didn’t hit his head on the ceiling. The Morbid Angel logo on his shirt was hidden by the black furball purring against him. Mimi sitting on his chest, not a care in the world, meowing when she saw me.

But there was no 6'10'' giant waiting for me in the living room then.

I willed myself - even though my fingers itched - to not send him message about asking for him to pick me up or stay over at my place. I wanted to give him some space after I had his place under siege for what feel like an eternity, but realistically was just three days. And I managed fine yesterday, his goodbye kisses still lingering. Today, even with all of the messages we sent back and forth...

Can you miss somebody like that after knowing them for such a short time?

I knew that he most likely spent the whole evening at home. Alone. Because he likes being alone. Probably reading or listening to the new Trivium vinyl he bought that came in the mail yesterday. Or both.

I stayed home as well, playing games on my computer – I actually started up Counterstrike and tried to play some matches –, but my mind always wandered back to him. Mimi came running, pushing her head against my legs, demanding attention. I lifted her off the floor to set her onto my lap and didn't see the enemy which got me eliminated. The irony was not lost on me, as I thought back to our conversation. How worried he seemed with how I would perceive him when he talked about his work. And now I was sitting here, playing a shooter game to try and relax after work.

I shook my head, at the absurdity of it, and snapped a quick pic in between matches to send to him.

My phone ding-ed while I was in a match, and I tried to ignore it.

As soon as I got the chance though, I opened the message and he sent a picture back. From the waist down, a book on his lap, a beer on the table beside him. The wall of books in the background. The whole room dimly lit except for the opened pages.

God damn it, I just want to sit right next to him on that couch.

me: looking comfy, old man 👑: thank you, i am indeed very comfy 👑: brat

I chuckled to myself and played a few more rounds before I went to bed.

And now I'm here, tossing and turning in my bed, without the big guy right beside me.

I pull the chat up again. Looking at the pictures he sent me today.

me: u still awake? 👑: yes, everything okay? me: can't sleep 👑: me neither

While I'm still contemplating my next message, the crown lights up my phone as a caller ID. Surprise spreads through me for just a moment before I pick up.

Hi?

Hi. Uh, I hope it's okay that I just called.

Sure, I can't sleep anyways.

I ignore the little flutter in my stomach.

What is it? Something on your mind?

‘Yeah, you.’ is what I want to say.

No, just restless.

He sighs.

I feel that.

A little silence falls over us, just for a moment.

What was that game you played before?

Oh, uh- Counterstrike. I'm no good at it though.

He laughs.

Why do you play it then?

It's still fun, I guess. Even if I curse at the monitor like a goddamn sailor.

Oh, I couldn't imagine your sweet mouth doing something as filthy as that.

Yeah, yeah. We both know what kind of filthy things you're imagining with my mouth.

Maybe.

I can hear the grin on his face which makes me grin in return.

Have you ever played?

I never played, no. Don't want to spend my free time with...

He pauses.

Work.

Oh right, I understand, sorry. This must be weird then.

No, don't worry. I know that people play those games for fun.

Yeah, I know, still.

You gotta show me some time.

Really?

Yeah, why not.

Okay, then, I'll show you my shitty gameplay with pleasure.

Which makes us both laugh.

I gotta confess something.

What do you have to confess?

I already had my car keys in my hand.

You did?

Mhm. But then I remembered what you said yesterday morning, about needing to go home and you couldn't possibly stay any longer… and I understand if you need some space. So, I wasn't sure if you'd even open the door for me, if I knocked.

A moment of silence.

Can I confess something as well?

Sure.

I have been thinking all evening how fucking stupid that was of me. And I would've opened the door for you in an instant.

Another silence, this one a little heavier.

But a little smile stalks on my face, an idea of what to say next.

What would you do if you were here?

He chuckles.

Kiss that filthy mouth of yours. And then the top of your head because that's closest to your dirty mind.

What dirty mind?

Yeah, yeah, I see right through you, Fräulein.

I don't know what you're talking about.

No? So, you aren't thinking about me fucking you from behind right now? Or maybe about you spreading your legs and me eating you out, your delicious pussy right in my face? Or about my dick pushing into your mouth until you gag around it, hm?

I clear my throat.

Well, now I am for sure.

Good. Because I'm thinking about it as well.

König?

Yes, Liebes?

I- There's something that always helps me sleep better.

His voice deepens.

And what's that?

Oh, you already know.

I need to hear you say it. What do you want?

I hesitate, feeling a little shy now.

I want to come.

He groans.

Fuck, can't deny you if you ask so prettily.

The tone of his voice sends a little shiver down my spine, but I'm unsure what to say now, the words on the tip of my tongue.

What- what should I do?

I can tell you what I would do if I was there, and you can tell me how it feels, okay?

Okay.

Put the phone next to you and put me on speaker. You're gonna need both of those hands.

I do exactly as he tells me, lying back into my sheets.

You're on speaker.

Good. What are you wearing, sweetcheeks?

I giggle a little.

A shirt and panties.

Hmm, my favorite. I would get rid of your underwear in an instant though.

I laugh and follow his suggestion. I already noticed his disdain for underwear, on himself as well.

Then I would slowly push my hand up your shirt, feeling your soft skin.

Until I reach your breasts, squeezing them.

I do as he says, but it doesn't quite feel the same with my hands, compared to his bigger ones.

I would graze my thumb over your nipples, feeling them harden from my touch.

I'd like to lick them, bite them just lightly, until you squirm under me.

I pinch them, his words mixing with the sensations of my touch, until I softly sigh.

Feeling good?

Mhm.

The sound is more a moan than anything else.

My hand would slowly wander down, until I'm there, just were you want me.

I whimper when my fingers reach my clit, swollen and sensitive.

That bad, huh?

Well, somebody sent a picture of them all sweaty and hot after working out. And I still can't think straight, just thinking about that.

He laughs.

You say such nice things, Liebes.

What would you do next?

I know that I sound desperate. But I need more.

I’d move my hand just a little further down. Not pushing into you just yet. Just teasing. Softly stroking over your wet pussy.

I whine, needy, but I don't dare to stray from his order, getting myself worked up with the teasing touches.

Just feeling how fucking wet you are for me, before pushing my finger into you.

I push one of my fingers inside me, the one digit not nearly being enough.

Miss your fingers, they're bigger.

He hums. A soft erotic sound.

I suppose they are.

I’d add a second one, slowly moving inside you, just how you like it. Hitting that spot inside you that makes you moan and roll your eyes back. Just how I like it.

His voice is getting deeper, his breaths a little more labored, as he keeps talking which sends a shiver down my spine. Knowing that guiding me through it like that, hearing me sigh in response, does it for him as well lets a little smile form on my face.

I do as he says, but I also get a little frustrated, because my fingers can't quite reach like his, my hips squirming, desperate for more friction.

Need more.

I whine.

Okay, then. Brat.

I would flip you on your front, so I could look at your ass.

I can't help the little eyeroll, while a grin stalks onto my face.

But you aren't here, and you can't actually see my butt.

Pssscht, I'm imagining it just fine. Come on, turn around, do as I tell you.

And I do, the rustling of my sheets telling him as far.

Good.

Just this word alone, from his lips, does things to me.

Now, lift up your hips just a little and push your fingers in from behind.

I follow his instructions, lifting my ass, so I can reach a little better, two of my fingers slipping into my pussy. I groan a little bit.

How's that? A little deeper?

Yes.

I sigh.

Good. Now, put your other fingers on your clit.

I push my arm under my body, placing the hand, right between my legs. My fingertips are digging into the sensitive nub and I rub against them needily. I know now why he wanted me to reposition myself.

Oh fuck.

The sounds I’m making are telling him what he wants to know.

Just like that.

Move your hips, fuck yourself on your fingers.

And I do as he tells me, the touches getting me worked up fast, the pressure on my clit changing with every pass, while my fingers are pushing into my pussy.

Hmm, feeling good?

Yeah, just wish it was you inside me.

That little confession dropped out of me before I could think too hard about it.

Fuck, me too. I would bury my dick deep inside you. Fuck you from behind. Hard, just how you like it.

Remember how I fucked you into that bar counter?

How could I forget?

We need to do that again sometime... You took me so fucking perfectly.

I bite my lip, stifling the moans that get louder and louder, the images of us fucking spurring me on, while I finger-fuck myself.

I wanna hear you. Please.

My head turns in the direction of the phone again, making sure he gets to hear all the sounds that are dropping from my lips.

Good girl.

His praise washes over me and I almost choke up when the pull inside gets too much.

Close, so clo-

Fuck, yes. Come. That's what you wanted, isn't it?

The growl in his voice tips me over the edge, moving my hips frantically in search for more friction, when my orgasm crashes down over me.

My moans fill my bedroom, and surely find their way into the phone.

I can hear him groan as well, the sounds from the speaker sounding a lot like a slick hand moving up and down quickly.

Fuck, he’s jerking off too. That thought registers in my brain, before my fingers hit that spot inside me again. The zap of pleasure makes me shake, the waves of arousal washing over me, while my fingers strum over my clit.

Fuuuck…

A low breathy curse that escapes his lips as he comes as well.

Panting, mine and his from the speaker, is all I hear for the next moments.

I untangle myself, my fingers slipping out of me, turning onto my back again. Feeling my own wetness on my hands. I clean myself haphazardly before I grab the phone again.

That was… something else.

Yeah… you drive me crazy, you know that?

I’m still just breathing, trying to calm myself down. My god, I don’t think I ever came that hard with just my fingers inside me. The images he put in my mind… his deep soft voice alone. It does stuff to me. Hearing him say that... how I drive him crazy as well, it makes me all giddy inside.

I feel the familiar fuzzy feeling sweep over me, and I wish I could snuggle into him right now, after he made me come, and my hazy mind is still looking for the right thing to say now.

Feeling better now?

Yes, much better.

Sleepy, too?

Yes, that too. I always get a little sleepy afterwards.

I've noticed.

Like on cue, I yawn.

Thank you.

He chuckles again. And I don't think I'll ever get enough of that sound.

No need to thank me. I'll make you come any day of the week.

I- meant for calling, but that works too.

The grin on my face probably mirrors his, staring off into the distance with our phones pressed to the ear. And he's still not here next to me.

Gotta get myself under the shower, because I made a mess of myself again and I got nobody here to clean me up.

That makes me laugh, the joke and the filthy thought cutting through the sleepiness, when I'm yawning again.

You do that, can't have you all messy like that.

No, we can't.

I can hear the little filthy grin in his voice, and I can imagine how he must look like right now. Sitting on the couch or his bed. His dick still out, all messy and sticky with his cum. His hair hanging over the side of his face, as he relaxes into the cushions. And that god damn smirk of his.

Silence, just two little moments, before I ask what I wanted to ask.

Can you come over tomorrow?

Sure, Kleine, whatever you want.

Okay, good. Good night, König.

Good night, sleep well.

That's the last thing I hear before I drift off to sleep, still gripping my phone tight with my fingers.

next part: gaming with him or more stuff in the Masterlist ~

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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Hi! Sorry if I'm double dipping here, but can I PLEASE request going down on camp Eddie for the first time? They're just so infatuated and so in love and I know he'd be just totally in awe of Michigan 🫠🫠🫠

oh cheeky

18+

It was bold of you, that was for sure.

But the last week of camp was a busy mess of games, tears and helping kids pack. The summer was at its warmest, afternoons spent by the lake with kayaks and too many bottles of sunscreen, zipping kids into life jackets and trying not to stare at Eddie when he took his shirt off, running down the dock with Steve to cannonball into the water.

He grabbed you after he emerged, soaking wet, curls dripping, silver chain glittering in the sun. He was more tanned than the beginning of camp, July making sure he was sunkissed and all freckled, rosy cheeks and sunburned nose. You let him pull you into him until the kids squealed and yelled, dodging his incoming kiss for the sake of your audience, your face too warm when he grinned and laughed.

It didn’t stop you staring at him for the rest of the day though, hooded eyes and lips all red from how you’d chewed at them, restless and itching to get the boy alone. And it certainly didn’t stop you from catching him after dinner, a rushed goodbye waved to Jonathan and Chrissy as you excused yourselves and grabbed the boy by the hand, ignoring his questions of “where are you taking me, woman?”

Your cabin was too far. Eddie’s was filled with Steve and Hawkins, and god, you really didn’t have the patience to try to find Eddie’s van in the dark. So you dragged him behind the gym, derelict and hidden by the shadows the late evening brought, the sun lining the sky with red and pink at the lowest point of the horizon.

Just barely enough light left for you to not trip over the logs and forgotten beer bottles that littered the back of the huge building. You pushed Eddie against the wall, corrugated metal vibrating with the force of it and Eddie grunted, barely able to ask what was going on before you were on him.

Hungry, impatient, a different kind of kiss than you’d shared before and Eddie let you do what you pleased, groaning wildly into your mouth as you rugged at his hair so he’d bend down for you. His hands snuck their way up the sides of your staff shirt, wide and warm, fingers spanning the dips between your ribs, thumbs rubbing circles under your breasts.

You were making little noises for him, needy sounds that were driving him insane and when you pulled back to let you both suck in a breath, Eddie’s chest was heaving and his eyes were wide.

“Not that I’m complaining, like, at all,” Eddie rasped, hands still kneading the dough of your hips, making sure you didn’t stray too far from him. “But what did I do to deserve this?”

You grinned, a bright, pretty look on your face and Eddie would have sworn he saw some kind of determination set in. You shrugged, too casual. “I dunno, I just missed you today.”

Eddie smiled, eyes soft and fond on you. He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and shit, you wanted to nip at it, get your mouth on every part of him. “Yeah? Fuck, you’re too sweet—”

You dropped to your knees.

“Oh fuck, shitshitshit, babe, Jesus, I—” Eddie had never suffered from heart problems but he was pretty fucking sure this is what cardiac arrest felt like. “What’re you doing?” He stammered it out, voice shot, cracking in the middle and you huffed out a soft laugh, ‘cause wasn’t it obvious?

“I was gonna show you how much I’d missed you,” you explained, letting your hands press gently to his hips. They bucked under your touch and you bit down on a smile. “But I don’t have to, if you don’t want me to.”

Eddie had taken care of you in his cabin and you’d yet to really return the favour, barely any spare time being able to be stolen. You really wanted to return the favour. You smiled up at him, soft, patient, fingers running gently over the waistband of his jeans, nails tapping on the metal button.

“Shit, you don’t have to,” Eddie swallowed audibly, and he didn’t seem to know if he wanted to keep staring down at you on your knees for him, or let his head drop back onto the gym wall. “S’okay, I don’t need— fuck, I’m not expecting—”

You leaned in, hand hitching up the hem of his camp shirt so you could press a kiss to his hip bone, admiring the trail of hair across his tummy, the lines of muscles and soft skin there. “I want to,” you told him simply. “Can I?”

You waited, fingers curling over the button, eyes on Eddie’s and he looked pink in the cheeks, flushed and already fucked out, brown eyes darker in the shadows. He nodded, let out a weak noise that sounded like your name and a moan mixed into one.

He lost it when you got your mouth on him, the soft heat of your lips and tongue making his head fall back and drop to the wall and with a thud. You looked up through your lashes, watching the way his jaw tensed before falling slack, neck bared and eyes clenched shut. His hand were white knuckled fists by his side and you took one palm off his thigh so you could guide his to your hair.

Eddie looked down then, fingers curling into your stands, loose enough that he wasn’t pulling, only holding and he whined, a desperate sound that came from the back of his throat and had you clenched your thighs together.

“Christ, oh fuck, oh fucking hell,” he was babbling, staring down at you with glazed over eyes and lips that were parted, breathing heaving out of him in heavy puffs. “Look at you, you’re unreal, how’d I get so lucky? Huh? Jesus Christ, your mouth, baby, shit.”

You curled your tongue around his head and sucked, making him groan something filthy and you pulled off of his cock with a dirty pop, only to grin and shush him, hands pinching at his thigh. “Teddy, you gotta be quiet,” you laughed.

“Awh, god, no—” his knees almost buckled when you wrapped your lips back around him, his cock hard and slick with your spit, doing your best to take every inch of him. “Don’t call me Teddy when you’re doing that, fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”

You hummed at his words, hand gripping his thigh tight as you wiggled closer, the tip of his cock nudging the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, smug.

He was done, gone, dead, weak. He cried out, hands gripping your hair a little tighter than before, his expression one of bliss and absolute amazement. “Holy fuck,” he declared, still too loud, “you actually want to kill me.”

….

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fatuismooches · 10 months

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ITS 💌 ANON!! as per usual i come to you with a headcanon at ungodly hours of the night in my time. i’ve been playing too much honkai star rail…BUT!! fluff and angst combo again 🏃 ure the best :(( pls don’t follow my example and get proper rest !! thanks for always being cool hehe

Dottore making a medicine that actually does work!! you can move around like normal, no longer as tired, and ofcourse- Dottore is thrilled. He’s done it, he kisses them and he takes reader everywhere, every single place he wanted to- he checked everything, they were fine…until suddenly, they fainted and he basically finds out that the medicine could only make everything good for a short amount of time before putting reader in the most excruciating pain possible after, so sadly, zandik curses himself and gets back to work :(( he dosent care about the sacrifices, he dosent care what he has to give and what gets taken away as long as you don’t. He’s a committed man and he’s committed for until after life. Literally will reincarnate with you if he can because he will *not* let go.

TO THE FLUFF THOUGH! zandik taking atleast 1 hour everyday to do something that you like because he realizes that you miss him (and he misses you too). At first he was wary because he wanted to ensure that he could get you cured as soon as possible, but he couldn’t handle it if you were all sad and gloomy either. He didn’t want you to think of yourself as a burden and god forbid, you try to leave again (referring to that one ask where reader leaves bc they feel like a burden,, in feel like he’s be so damn scared…even if he won’t admit it). So reading you a book? sure, just be prepared for many side comments if it’s some cheesy romance novel or him reading a textbook. Drawing? hell, he’ll draw an anatomical heart with you holding it! Cuddling? he’ll wrap you up in his fluffy coat and hug you as much as you want.

- 💌 anon

AWW ILYY 💌 ANON!! Hehe I am trying my best to go to sleep earlier... it's a work in progress. Also i feel you on the HSR brainrot but I'm TBL 57, have no good artifacts since I haven't farmed, and stuck on the deer boss fight 💀 i gotta get on the grind soon 😫🫠 But you better get proper rest too!!! Or else- 💖💖

NOOO THE FLUFF GETS IMMEDIATELY WIPED AWAY TO ANGST- I can't imagine the sheer happiness you two would feel. Reader, of course, would be absolutely elated and very plainly show how delighted they are. You're running, hopping, Dottore even twirls you around and you do a pretty little spin as you fall back into his arms. You're so happy, you haven't smiled or laughed this much in ages. Dottore, as usual, doesn't show nearly as much emotion as you, but don't let that fool you. Internally, he's feeling something he has never felt before, so foreign that normally he'd be trying to get rid of it but this time he knows exactly why he's having this feeling. Thrilled, excited, proud, enthusiastic, words that could not even begin to fully describe this feeling. Centuries of work finally paid off, never to have to be repeated again. To see you so purely happy, makes him look forward to things going back to how they once were. Oh, how much fun you'd have joining him as his assistant again. The whole atmosphere and feelings of the clones in the lab are in sync for once.

Except... it all comes crashing down. Literally. When you collapse in his arms with ragged breaths, skin searing to the touch, actual tears begin to form from how badly it hurts. Immediately the mood from early deflates as he rushes to get you back to normal and ease your suffering </3 To have something he desires right in his hands, just to be snatched away from him with no warning is something he's never experienced before. He is a scholar, possibly one of the most intelligent beings in Teyvat. Such a thing shouldn't have happened to him. But it did, and he has to start over. He probably killed some people to blow off steam. No remorse. Just anger.

Sigh sigh I LOVE THIS SM. Normally, he'd scoff if it was any other activity. Especially when it's boring meetings. A whole hour? For nonsense? He finds it meaningless. His 24 hours are spent doing important things. Important things being research, experiments, notes... and you, of course. You're right, when Dottore has a goal or something he wants to reach, he just throws himself into it. No breaks, nothing, he just wants to make progress, progress, progress. Especially when it's you on the line. He'll refuse any and all contact. But he's come to realize your state deteriorates even more if your needs are not met by him. Not to mention the clones are sending messages to each other internally about how sad you are, which he decides he overhears way too frequently </3 So he knows he has to put a stop into it. (And yes, that ask was sad as hell, I still think about it 😭🥺)

Love how we agree he's a pro at drawing anatomical stuff hehe. You cut out the hearts he draws and put them on your walls or something ;( And also AHHHH THE FLUFFY COAT CUDDLING... No words can describe how much I love that scenario. It's so cute to think about both of you wearing it at the same time... you're on his lap, he's wearing the coat but it's swallowing your whole body up anyway since it's wrapped around, the fluff tickling your face!! <3 The book is in your hand, you both take turns reading it but Dottore interrupts whenever something dumb is said or done. Oh.. but you end up falling asleep since his voice is so relaxing and his chest is so comfy..

Ughhh eternal lovers with Dottore is hitting me right now ;( Especially when you talked about his commitment... hell yes this crazy doctor will not bat an eye at anyone else besides you it doesn't matter how long it's been. For you he has no limits. He always be intrigued and into this person who managed to worm their way into his cruel cold heart...

#smooches talks #💌 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #💌 ANON UR MAKING ME BRAINROT ABT HIM SO BAD AHHHHH <333 #OK im taking deep breathes- anyway im hoping to get blade or kafka in hsr 💖 but im hella poor soooo

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inagetawaycarxo · 1 year

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Yandere! Heel Roman falling for taken darling reader, maybe her bf is from aew and she came back after giving birth because wwe wanted her ratings and he plays on that etc 🥹🥰🙃👀🫠

Yandere!Heel!Roman Falling For A Taken!Darling!Reader

—WARNINGS: toxic relationships, cheating, manipulating, angst, yandere! Roman, the errors I missed, probably terrible.

— AUTHORS NOTE: requesting for wwe is open. Also, I'm not sure if anyone is aware I write for aew, just got to write more wrestlers to my list. just message me first if you want a request for aew!

— DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT give consent/permission for my work to be copied and pasted on other platforms. HOWEVER, I highly encourage feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments.

[GIF IS MINE]

Roman is manipulative, obsessive, impulsive, delusional, self-indulgent and sadistic, once he has got his sights set on something he won't cease.

His sights have been set on you, and nothing will stop him, not even your boyfriend. He doesn’t give a shit that you are taken and have a child with your boyfriend.

In the end, your child will be calling him father instead.

He would impregnate you so Roman and you would have a child.

For some reason, he takes how you react with him romantically. You only said hello to him in the hallway while passing and he fell for you. He didn’t care you were taken, he believed your boyfriend wasn’t the one, that he was the one.

His main tactic at the moment is manipulating you into thinking your boyfriend doesn’t care about you, or your career. He plants seeds of doubts in your mind. Dropping little comments here and there.

Like “He doesn’t care about you, if he really cared he wouldn’t let you go to WWE,”

Or “I feel bad for you having to raise two babies,”

His favourite one to use is “If he really loves you he would show up in the crowd and watch you,”

“It’s not going to end well, Him and you being on different brands,”

“It’s a shame he doesn’t give you some pointers,”

He likes to spread rumors to you about your boyfriend, and about you, hoping to cause the relationship to crumble so he can finally have you.

If that doesn’t work then he will get the writers to write a romantic storyline between him and you. that should create a breakup.

He will even stoop low and delete the messages your boyfriend sends you on your phone.

Roman knows your boyfriend is uncomfortable with the storyline between the bloodline and you, which only makes him smirk.

When he gets to kiss you, it surprises you, because you really didn’t know anything about it, nobody told you. Roman knew though it was all his idea.

Roman will manipulate you into staying in WWE, saying that you only came this big because of him, and you will be nothing in aew if you go there.

He likes to play the supportive friend when your boyfriend and you fight. Telling you, you deserve better.

Roman enjoys overhearing the fights you have with your boyfriend over the phone or in front of him about him.

Back to the rumors he spreads about you, he will tell rumors to your boyfriend, saying you cheated on him with him, and he feels bad for keeping it a secret.

Of course, your boyfriend knows it’s a lie, and it causes a huge fight.

Making you break it up with a little bit of help. You give Roman a look, as you pull your boyfriend away. Roman can’t help but feel jealous at how you take his side and grab a hold of his hand. It should be him…

Roman knows it's only a matter of time before the two of you break up and he can finally have you. You can finally be his…..

FEEDBACK AND REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED!

#wwe x reader #wwe x you #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns headcanon #roman reigns x y/n #wwe headcanon #wwe headcanons #aew x reader #kind of #yandere hcs #asks #answered #anon #answered asks

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the-kr8tor · 8 months

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Okay okay so a few headcannons I have for TTN

Reader totally has a step by step plan for getting hobie to ask her out (listen she'd ask but like it's Hobie we need him to break the ice or we could be reading this all wrong)

She's definitely at every show if she can be but leaves before the "after party". Not her scene she just came to support her boys (hobie and Ned)

She has a hard time making female friends, which is why the sudden bind with Yuri was so nice!

If Yuri stuck around instead of leaving here soon she'd totally start flirting with reader to mess with hobie all the time now that they're best mates now. She'd flirt and Reader would get flustered as fuck but try to laugh it off and play along and Yuri would be like "see hobie that's how it's done. You better be careful looks like I might be cherry's new favorite~"all playfully smug and hobie isn't bothered knows she joking so it just really messing with reader 🤣

Readers taken hobie on like 1500 dates and he still doesn't get that she wants him. I mean come in we dragged him to a runway show! I'm sure we've done similar else where. Having to "convince" him to come when he'd do anything for her.

Obviously it's the same from hobie's side from above I mean he took us to a fabric shop and got all sweet about it. I know there's been more

Hobie complains to Ned about reader and he's told him Tim and time again just go for it at this point he'll just look at him and raise a brow and hobies like yeah yeah I know I should tell her yada yada. Yuri just figured it out and teases while James is a lil special.

I may or may not have a crush on Yuri

Who said that 🤔 anywayyyyyys I love the series, and I love talking about it with you even if you shattered my heart in that last chapter with that ending after all that sugar. I was reading last night for a pick me up before bed and I was left dangling on a cliff after being loaded with friendship sugar. -_- 🫠 I had to re-read to make sure I hadn't missed something.

OMG @dema-heart you got me giggling, kicking my feet! This is so sweet ❤️❤️❤️

Gosh, that's adorable! I can imagine her doing that! Imagine that she has it all planned out in the back of her lil sketchbook, she writes: if I ever grow some balls. Then she has the step by step guide on it lol I think r is very meticulous when it comes to planning and studying

Oh definitely! She's their number 1 fan for a reason, she'd be too shy to mingle with ppl she doesn't know very well.

Oh I love their interaction! I had so much fun writing Yuri (I've based her on an oc of mine lol)

Lmaooo she's too powerful! Plot twist Yuri and the reader run away together 😂🤣

She always convinces him with the promise of shawarma or food lol and it always works like a charm

They're idiots your honor

I love the Idea that Yuri took one look at them when she first met the reader and went "yep they're in love" LMAOOO JAMES 🤣🤣🤣 he's a himbo okay

It's okay I too have a crush on her 😜 The way I wrote her was very attractive lmao she got me blushing and I was the one writing her

Hehehhe I'm glad you liked it! I'm ready to catch you if you ever fall because of the next chapter hehehe

Im honestly thinking about making a oneshot from chapter 4 where they were putting together Hobie's bed, imagine the banter lmao maybe when I finish the series I'll get to write it

#ask answered #thanks angel!#this is so nice!#i love hearing every one's thoughts on ttn

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hydine · 7 months

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Alluring Secret ~Black Vow~ but reverse the genders, alter the story a little and make it ZoSan? 🫠

Zoro is an angel (yes not a demon, an ANGEL) and fights a demon (Mihawk), but is not strong enough to defeat him. Zoro gets hurt (chest scar) and falls into the human realm. It's not like he's never been there, even though it's forbidden for angels to interact with humans. Hurt angel Zoro gets found by human Sanji, Zoro barely alive just catches a glimpse of Sanji's eyes before falling unconscious with his last coherent thought that those eyes are the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in any realm. Sanji nurses Zoro back to health, they eventually both fall in love with each other, but keep it chaste - Sanji is not ready (love between males is frowned upon in this world) and Zoro already overstepped by getting taken care of by a human.

Then the whole shtick with the Vinsmokes and the Charlottes comes into play, where Sanji (forcefully, but Zoro doesn't know this) gets engaged to Pudding. Zoro wants to elope with Sanji, but Sanji resists, even kicks Zoro, and Zoro is taken aback by this reaction. He thinks the problem is that they're both males, since love between males is not acceptable in this world and Sanji doesn't want to be with Zoro because of this. So Zoro, somewhat back to health, takes his leave.

He finds the demon who gave him the chest scar (Mihawk) and strikes a deal with him: Zoro would become a female human and give up his life as an angel, so he gets a chance at being with Sanji. Mihawk cuts off Zoro's wings and Zoro gets sent back to the human realm in a human female body.

And it was on his wedding day, that Sanji finds this beautiful lady, whom he fell in love with at first sight. He does not know it's actually Zoro - Zoro wants a fresh start with him, so (s)he never told. Sanji finds the strength in him to call off the wedding and elope with female Zoro. Their romance starts all over again - the right way this time, Zoro thinks. They finally found happiness.

It was a sunny day, when another angel found Sanji, while Zoro was out of their home. (who this angel might be is up to you, reader.) But this angel was not kind, they were full of jealousy and hatred, because Sanji stole Zoro from the heavens. They hurt Sanji, leaving him to die. When Zoro came back and found Sanji like this, he was barely alive anymore.

Zoro, overcome by guilt and grief, uses whatever angelic power was left in him, and saves Sanji's life. But this broke the deal with Mihawk, Sanji sees finally sees who female Zoro really was, before Zoro gets taken by Mihawk.

Sanji does not know what happened to Zoro after this, and spends the next years alone, in regret and guilt, always wondering if he one day would meet him again.

Epilogue: One day Sanji finds a green-haired angel by his feet. They were badly hurt, their wings cut off, a huge but mostly healed scar decorating their chest, and their left eye missing. He would take care of this angel until they're healed. And this time, he promises himself, he will not regret anything that is to come.

(If someone would write a fanfic of this, pls do, I can't write for my life and I'd so frigging appreciate being able to read an actual fanfic abt this 🫠)

#zosan

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beneathashadytree · 2 years

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Hi Maya I hope your doing well ☺️ Please may I request a oneshot of a voicemail Jotaro would send his s/o while in Morioh ( overall fluff). Thank you & I love your writing 😌🤍

TO FLORIDA, WITH LOVE - JOTARO KUJO X READER

Warnings : This is set right before facing off Kira, similar to canon Jotaro hasn’t told his spouse about the dangerous stuff going on in Morioh, Jolyne is around 7 here, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : pure domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.4K words

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! You’re very sweet 💗 I’m doing well now (though pretty sunburnt🫠), and I feel pretty happy to get back to writing. This is now officially one of my favorite requests. I’m a sucker for soft tsun Jotaro honestly. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did! 🥰

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

Want to support me financially? Here’s my CashApp.

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“Hey. Uh, it’s probably late on your end, so I’m leaving this here.

I woke up early today, got some work in. My thesis is nearly complete now, but I think I need a couple of more days. The genus of the starfish here in Morioh is surprisingly more diverse than back home, so there were more species to research here than were in Florida. Give me four days. I have… things to clear up around here, too.

Old man’s getting along decently well with Josuke. Still rubs me the wrong way, but the entire situation’s pretty fucked up. [derisive chuckle] He’s a good kid, though, so hopefully Joseph won’t mess things up with him. He deserves better than that.

One of his friends’ a famous mangaka. Think Jolyne’s gonna like his work? She’s taken an interest in horror recently, hasn’t she? Try subtly bringing it up with her. Let me know if she’d like a signed volume from him.

Is she doing okay at school? Heard she had a science test this week. How’d she do? If she’s struggling, tell her Dad can help her out. She’s just as stubborn as you are, and probably won’t admit that she’s having trouble. If she gives you an attitude, let me know. Can’t have the bratty genes inherited this soon.

[throat clearing] [brief silence]

And… how are you? You probably found some of your favorite foods in the fridge after I left. Made those. Were they any good? Was my first time so… might’ve failed here and there. [lighthearted] Feedback’s appreciated, but keep the complaints to a minimum.

How’s work been? If your boss is being too much of a bitch, we can always find you another job. You’re already overqualified. Anyone would be lucky to have you.

[more awkward silence] [rustling sounds]

It feels weird. Haven’t slept alone since… since 1990, I think it was. [breathes out laugh] Think you’ve been stuck with me since then. There’s that one time when we fought a couple of years ago, and you told me to sleep on the couch. Didn’t tell you back then, but Jolyne snuck out of bed that night to keep me company.

What I’m trying to say is… ‘m missing you. ‘Course, I miss Jolyne too, but this is different. Good grief. [sigh] What have you done to me? I can’t stop thinking of you, even after all this time.

[throat clearing]

Anyways, I’ve got shit to do now. It’s almost noon here. [pause] If I… when I get back, let’s go out on a date on Friday night. Just the two of us. Alright?

[mumbling]

Take care. Love you.”

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling

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booburry · 7 months

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One for the Sam Coe smut requests 😇 your ABCs got me inspired - he’s away on a mission, dusty misses him so masturbates in his room at the lodge but our man gets back early and needs some attention 🫢

Anon - a million times yes!! Thank you for this!

I see it being something like he sees dusty and offers to give them privacy, being far too tired and drained from his venture to assist, but dusty just quips 'why needs toys when I have my man right here?'

And then he just gets to be taken care of, gets to be submissive Sam while Dusty not only gives him love like massages and rub downs but also makes sure any left over tension is taken care of 😉🫠

#sam coe #starfield sam coe #coemancer #starfield fanfiction #sam coe smut #answer for anon #smut prompts

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ahundredtimesover · 2 years

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The PLM couple! Oh how I’ve missed them.

God the smut was chef’s kiss 🫠🥵. I’m curious about Jungkook’s rougher side 🥵, we did see a glimpse of it during their first time. The desire for each other still hot as ever. The tiger lily tattoo bit was so precious. It melted me. And then the ending where he requests her tattoo artist be a woman. Cute hehe. Hmm I’m curious when we meet them again will they be preggo?? Bc I’m thinking this might be the reason they fight. Due to her condition he wants to make sure she’s well taken care of, and also be there for her. Then little miscommunication gets in the way? But knowing them they’ll resolve it.

Anyway thank you for this bonus chapter it was a lovely surprise 😘🤗

Ahhhh I’m glad you liked the smut! And he does have his rough side, after OC assured him that it’s ok bc she’s into that, too hehe this couple is young and just have so much love and desire for each other, so I like that I get to explore different scenarios with them! So expect more 😉 that being said… they won’t be pregnant yet! As we know about these two, it’ll be a communication issue but also, they will resolve. It’s just gonna be a 💔 scene 😢

Thank you so much for reading and leaving this lovely feedback. 🥰🥰

#mimianswers #re:please love me

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kit-kittredges · 10 months

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Stay up later than mom so you can turn off the tv, but get up earlier than mom to feed Kuma, but be available at all times to feed Kuma and don’t you dare let him yell at night and wake up mom or dad, so basically just get no sleep. And oh, I’m so scared to take a shower it’s so scary caity wait why do you think you need to be awake when I’m in the shower I never told you to do that, and if you need in the bathroom just do it right now sure kuma is about to scream about wanting food and I’m incapable of feeding him but shouldn’t you be available to fit every minute of your existence around what we expect from you? Shouldn’t you make your time work for us? Shouldn’t you do something right this second that if you asked me to do the same I would cry and make you feel like a terrible person for suggesting I do something so stressful and hard? And clean the bathroom but don’t expect help but don’t act like no one would help you but really it’s the least you could do and while you’re at it do the rest of the house, oh honey thank you so much you didn’t have to, wow it’s so much work, but shouldn’t you really do more? Shouldn’t you make dinner? Oh thank you dinner is very good, but also it’s all wrong and I’m going to add this sauce and that seasoning and this carb laden meal just wouldn’t be complete if I don’t get up in the middle and make a show of getting bread. Oh I need crystals to help with my health, but also fuck you for suggesting I shouldn’t drink so much and could stand to at least attempt even cutting back on the smoking, but why are you mad? Oh I’m in so much pain and you’re daring to get mad at me? Stop hovering I don’t need your help, but oh Caity please do this and that but don’t say a word don’t you dare say anything to me. Are you okay honey you haven’t talked much today? Are you okay? I let your sister hurt you every day of your life, I told you to trust her with your life and that if you didn’t have her you’d be alone forever and that the thing that will finally make me proud of you is to be friends with your sister whether she wants to be or not, but why do you still think of what she said? She was a child you shouldn’t have taken it so seriously. Yes you were a child but you should have known better. Why would you think you just had to take it when she hurt you? Oh you asked for help? Well I don’t remember that, don’t you see? I let her hurt you and punished you when you cried for help and it meant so little I don’t even remember. You should really be past that now too. Why would her voice be ingrained in your head? You’re so old why do you care what a twelve year old did to you? Yes you were younger and I told you she was the most important person who would ever be in your life but why would you still care? Why would you have let her make a lasting impression? Oh that scar that her nails dug into you? Nope, I can’t see it. Caity really don’t be ridiculous she loved you and it’s all I want for you to have her back in your life, yes the person who told you that everyone would have been happier if you weren’t born and that you were too fat to ever be loved by anyone and that you’re too stupid to even exist and that you should just leave and no one would miss you and that she hated you so much you stupid fucking cunt, yes the one who’d press you into the ground until you cried and make fun of you for being such a baby about it and kick you and twist your arm until you thought it would break and push you over and over until something was skinned, yes the one who threatened to burn your comfort blanket and favorite stuffed animal, yes the person you hid from in a locked room that I yelled at you for having holed up in because really you’re being so over dramatic Caitlin. Honestly she was just a kid what did she know. Really caity, how could you have believed her? Why would we have stepped in, she was just your older sister who we told you to trust with your life, we thought you were smarter than that, believing everything she said.

No honey I don’t need help.

Caitlin why aren’t you helping?

#i feel like i’m losing my mind #and i wish i could just sleep forever #i don’t want to be here i don’t want to be anywhere i just wish i didn’t exist

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