#drabble;cory

[shywhumpauthor]

Whumper keeps a tally of every time Whumpee misbehaves with the intent of punishing them harshly for each instance after they’re broken. They wait, sparing the true pain, sticking to methods like humiliation or stress positions in order to slowly chip away at Whumpee’s composure until they finally crack.

But as part of the process to break them, Whumper keeps that tally on their skin. Each time they talk back, each time they spit or curse or act out, it’s another slit across their skin, marking neat rows on their chest or their abdomen or their back. It’s painful, but not nearly as much as what Whumper will do to them when they’re ready to “receive their consequence”.

And maybe, once Whumpee pays off their debt for each stroke, Whumper can use a lighter to burn away the scars, one by one erasing the old marred flesh under angry welts of blistering flesh. Starting over anew, as they call it.

Or they could leave the marks as a source of indignity for Whumpee. They could whip and bruise every other part of their body, but they don’t land a single mark across the tallies, so even after Whumpee is broken and sold off (or rescued, but that’s not really fun), they’re forced to bear the bitter reminder of all the “wrong” they’ve done, unable to look at themself in a mirror without feeling a sting of shame.

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #its me coal #coal wrote something #I feel like this is something Dan would do #but they’re too nice for than tbh #they’d definitely keep a list and force Cory to apologize later on for every misbehavior lmao #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #creepy whumper #captured whumpee #captivity whump #writing prompt #intimate whumper #whump drabble #kidnapped whumpee #abused whumpee #whump tropes #whump trope #writing prompts #torture whump #torture methods #pet whump #pet whumpee #whump idea #whump ideas

[teejaystumbles]

Corinthian escapes sooner. Much sooner. Before 1489. And outside London, a certain bandit tries to rob him. "Your money or your life." Well, Cori doesn't have any money at the moment, and being stabbed will only inconvenience him, but maybe some other arrangement can be reached.

I'm honoured to get writing prompts now!! It's like I passed some secret initiation that now I am perceived as a writer!! I'm no good with the Corinthian, I thought, and then proceeded to write from his POV. 🫠 Featuring a Hob who has maybe spend some weeks/months on the road after getting killed (but not) and trying not to go insane over the fact.

"Your money or your life." growls a voice close to his ear and he feels the tip of a knife press against his back, right where a human's kidneys would be. The Corinthian smiles and slowly lifts his hands in surrender. This rogue trip to the Waking World is already very entertaining and he plans to make the most of it before he is unavoidably caught.

He has smelled the man following him for a while now. He smells like one of the Corinthian's. Hungry. But then, it is spring. Spring is when life starts again. Spring is when the sweet smell of blossoms makes people inhale deeply, makes them look on the greening world around them and want. Spring is when people get hungry. Still, this man is hungrier than most.

"I don't have any money." he says friendly, "and my life will be of no use to you if you take it."

The man scoffs, grabs him by the back of his mantle and pulls him around. The Corinthian wears a blindfold but he can see his opponent quite clearly. He looks rough, like he hasn't seen a bed and a bath in weeks. His beard and long dark hair are messy and tangled, his brown eyes burning with something wild and fierce. The Corinthian licks his lips and keeps smiling. The bandit cocks his head and puts the knife under the Corinthian's chin.

"What is a blind man in as fine a coat as yours doing out here all by himself, eh?"

This close the man smells like blood and the Corinthian pushes himself closer to him on instinct, ignoring how the tip of the knife pricks his skin. He grins.

"I'm not blind. I can see you. I can see how hungry you are, taste it on the air. Will you let me sate your hunger, here, under the apple blossoms?"

He chuckles and the bandit curses under his breath and drops the knife. He steps even closer, pushes his one hand inside the Corinthian's doublet and grabs his hair with the other. Their faces are very close now and the Corinthian inhales deeply.

"You smell like death. Like lust and despair. I like it."

The human shivers against him and the Corinthian grabs his hips and hisses: "I warn you, though. I know my way around knifes, too..."

The human kisses him and moans in his mouth when the Corinthian pulls him down into the grass. His elbow hits the hilt of the knife the man dropped and he grabs it and has it at the other's throat in a second. The man gives a frustrated groan and then huffs a laugh against his neck.

"Go on. If you're as well-versed in wielding a knife as you say, what are you waiting for?"

"Do you have a death wish?" The Corinthian frowns and grabs the man's chin to look at him. His eyes are wet and red-rimmed but there's a big grin on his face. Maybe he has caught himself a madman. That thought is underpinned when the man bursts into laughter at his question.

"No! Death is stupid. I'm not going to die. I'm not!"

His grin looks almost feral now and the heat rolling off his body makes the Corinthian remember their position. He bucks up his hips and draws another moan from the man above him.

"Aren't you...going to try and kill me?" he gasps when the Corinthian drops the knife back into the grass and puts his hands on the man's ass instead, pulling him down hard. When he blushes and gasps the man looks younger, less violent. The Corinthian may have misjudged his prey more than he thought. It makes something in him dance with gleeful anticipation.

"Not yet. You are...unexpected... and I'm always looking for new sensations."

"Likewise. Feel free to try again later."

They share a grin and then the man bows down to kiss him again, wild and with teeth, and the Corinthian thinks he's a little bit in love.

#there's no more i can come up with right now #i looked up ehen reading glasses were invented after writing this...and they had them already back then so...damn #it would break my whole drabble to change that out so I'm ignoring it - Cori simple likes to wear a blindfold sometimes to throw people off #hobrinthian #drabble #teejay writes #asks #the sandman fanfiction

[the-darklings]

“Love is calling / It’s time to let it through” & “I call upon Dream of the Endless—you are sworn” hi i made an edit inspired by the Fishbowl POV™ (i don’t think i’ve ever submitted a video so i hope this works!!)

#submission #kat's notes: THE WAY THIS MAKES ME WANT T ORBIT JUPITER OP #I'M IN LOVE #OBSESSED #INHALING THIS #the line usage from the drabble was so painful but so good #your wanderer!!! is a baby!!! I love her so much #the scenes you used. unreal #(also something about her having blonde hair in cori scenes mhhm mayhaps i'm losing my mind) #you were insane for this!!! #also pls spam me with your wanderers I want to hold them all gently #i want to see them all!!!! every version!!!! art/edits/aes. etc

[the-last-quest]

Imagine you’re immortal and have been for a very long time

You’ve come to terms with people around you dying and as a result you became detached

And then you’re out in charge of a kid because you’re the only one who can touch him, because you can’t die.

You’re the one who has to teach him how to be okay with death even though at this point he’s seen it more times than even you.

And as much as you hate to admit it you don’t want the kid to end up like you. You don’t want him to become cold to the world.

#oc posting #they make me ill #Cory oc #bella oc #mini drabble

[someheroescarryfloss]

#Ooc #Slices of Life #3. Breaking the Rules #Fergus #Cori #Writing #Drabble #The Santa Clause #The Santa Clause 2 #The Santa Clause 3 #TF's Parents meet

[lifeinacartoonart]

Drabble Fic Based on WindRiver

Possible spoilers ahead for those who haven't seen the movie. The following drabble pertains to a scene in the movie's conclusion. It's recommended that you view the movie prior to perusing this content.

Cory Lambert sat at Jane Banner's bedside in the small hospital room, a magazine in his hands. The pale light filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow over her still form. The events that had brought them here were nothing short of tragic, but amidst the pain and sorrow, there was an unspoken connection that had formed between them.

Cory cleared his throat softly, his eyes flickering over the pages of the magazine before him. His deep voice filled the quiet room as he read aloud, the words weaving a tapestry of distraction from the harsh reality they were facing. Jane's eyes, though heavy-lidded, held a glimmer of appreciation as she listened to his soothing tone.

The article was mundane, some piece about travel destinations, a world far removed from the harshness of the Wind River reservation. But it didn't matter. What mattered was the simple act of Cory being there, reading to her. His presence was a balm for her wounded spirit, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there could be moments of solace.

As he continued to read, the lines between their roles as hunter and FBI agent blurred. They were just two people, finding a brief respite in each other's company. Cory's fingers occasionally brushed against hers as he turned the pages, a touch that spoke volumes in its gentleness.

And in that hospital room, with the soft rustle of paper and the steady beat of Jane's heart monitor, they found a quiet understanding. The past could not be changed, but in the tenderness of that moment, they forged a connection that held the promise of a future, however uncertain it might be.

#wind river #cory lambert #jane banner #jeremy renner #fanfiction #writing #drabble fic

[tabbyrp]

#sinday vibes #or at least some kind of sin #definitely inspired by Cory's drabble #and because someone #is a sugar fiend #cake ftw

[drarreckyninja]

Fanfic: Wolf in the Castle

“She has a crush on Eric. Eric. She came to the house because she has a crush on Eric.”

Cory has been lamenting over the new alternative girl, Topanga, for the past few hours. Eric has been calling it jealousy, but Cory insists he doesn't want her over. When they get paired up as husband and wife, he’s dismissive of her still. Shawn is paired with Minkus, the class assignment being randomly drawn. But Cory and Shawn spend their time playing video games in a dirty room.

“We can just say our husbands cheated on us with each other.”

"Deal."

#fanfic #drabble #boy meets world #shawn x cory #topanga x minkus #shory #topinkus

[etfrin]

❝ ִִִִִִִִִִִִִֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶָָָָָָָָָָָָָ doll — coriolanus snow & clemensia dovecote ִִִִִִִִִִִִִֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶָָָָָָָָָָָָָ ❞

☆　Warning: NSFW | threesome, cum eating, pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), fingering (f. receiving) | lmk if I forgot something

☆　Pairing: tutor! Clemensia x fem! Reader x tutor! Coriolanus

☆　Summary: headcanons and a drabble for tutor! Clemmie and Coryo <33

☆　A/N: I want them both so deal with it :/

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 — you were just an assignment to them at first. They agreed to tutor you because of the extra credits.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 — you weren't cooperative at first. Your eyes filled with annoyance, your words filled with animosity that neither Coryo nor Clemmie knew the reason for.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 — turns out you were always bullied by the rich and privileged so you had already assumed them to be the same.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 — you were proven wrong. Coryo felt sympathy for you, as you both lived in a similar situation. Coryo sneaks out food from the academy to share with you during your solo sessions with him.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 — Clemensia bought food from home to share with you. Bringing in the finest cuisines that you could only dream about eating, you always had leftovers to give to Coryo later.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 — this helped win them plus points with you, and you begin to earnestly pay attention to the lessons. Try your best to impress them.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 — it started with ‘rewards’ Clemmie begins to give you with your good grades. For a C you would get dresses and more, a B would get you makeup and branded perfumes, and an A would get you everything mentioned before along with whatever you wanted.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 — of course, it wasn't because she had grown attached to you and wanted to spoil you to no end. She had begun to like your smiles, and your laughs, the small gasp you made when you did something right. There's no doubt in her mind that you deserved these gifts. It certainly helped that all the clothes were tailored just for you and made you look like the doll you are for her.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 — with Coryo’s financial situation, he couldn't spoil you with lavishing gifts. So he simply manipulated you into craving his praise, his validation instead. When you get something wrong, he looks at you with such disappointment that tears pool immediately but gosh, when you get something right. His blue eyes brighten, his lips pulling up in a smile so radiant that it blinds you, making you unable to see the cold man underneath.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 — soon, both of them realize their feelings for you. However both of them know better than to fight for your attention, they both devise a plan to share their sweet little doll instead. They slowly coax you into a relationship with them. You don't even realize the web of traps you are getting into.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 — the study sessions including both of them increase. You squeeze between Coryo and Clemmie as they teach you. You can't take in air with Clemmie's hot breathing down your neck, making you shiver. Her fingers laced with yours in something that you thought was platonic but was anything but. You couldn't think with Coriolanus so close to you. His lips inches away from yours as he goes on and on about the history of Panem.

How the fuck did he manage to make history sexy was a mystery never to be known.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 — then it happened, you snapped, leaning forward to brush your lips against Coryo. And Clemensia begins to press her lips on your nape. Her arm around your waist, trapping you in like a snake's hold.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ .

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It seemed like Clemmie had you trapped between her and Coryo. Her fingers unbutton the silk blouse she had gifted you. Her cold hand now pressed against your bare, hot-to-touch skin. She whispered to you, “My sweet doll. Kiss him back, nice and slow. There you go darling, you're so smart.”

You moan into Coriolanus's mouth as your cunt begins to soak through your panties from Clemmie's words. Coriolanus bites your lower lip, his body pressed against yours. His hands on your face, controlling the kiss, dominating you with no chance of escape. He doesn't break the kiss even when you can feel yourself getting dizzy from the lack of air.

You gasp when he finally does break the kiss. Clemensia by then had already unbuttoned your blouse and unclasped your lacy black bra (also gifted by her). Coriolanus felt his cock throb as he saw Clemmie's freshly manicured hands knead your breasts, making sure to pinch your nipples to get them hard and perky.

You looked like a slut like this. Your lips are swollen, your eyes wide and your body is aroused. He could feel his eyes darken with lust and he leaned down to begin kissing and licking your right breast while he left the left one to Clemensia's mentations.

He sucks your nipple, making sure his tongue swirls around the bud. He pays special attention, nipping the bud occasionally, savoring the cries of pleasure leaving your lips.

Meanwhile, Clemensia was pinching your other nipple, her free hand trailing down your body to free you of your skirt, along with the soaking wet lace panties. She giggles as her fingers swipe at your wet folds. Her digits gather your arousal, all sticky and white. “Taste this, Coryo,” she whispered, interrupting Coryo from putting hickeys all over your chest.

Coriolanus gladly accepts your taste on his tongue, he diligently licks up your juices from Clemensias’ fingers. The sight makes your pussy clench around nothing, a moan of pure want escaping your lips.

“Loosen her up for me, Clemmie,” he said as she pulls out her fingers to begin teasing your pussy again. Clemensia gladly agreed with Coryo. She whispered to you, her lips brushing against your ears, “Next time, I will bring the strap I specifically ordered for you, sweetheart. So it won't be only Coriolanus’ cock you feel next time.”

You couldn't reply anything, not when her fingers began to dip inside your gummy walls. Stretching you out to take Coriolanus's cock. She begins to thrust in her fingers inside your walls, with a gentle pace. Her thumb rubbing at your clit. She crooks her fingers perfectly, her fingertips rubbing at your g-spot, making you see stars as your body jolts from ecstasy.

Coriolanus calms you down with soft kisses on your lips. “She's good at this, huh?” He coos at you, the tip of his tongue catching the teardrops that fall from your eyes. “But you can take it, pet. You're made for us after all. Our doll.” You nod at his words. You would do anything to please them both.

“She’s ready, Coryo,” Clemensia said. She takes her fingers outside of your warm, wet walls and presses her fingertips to your lips until you take her digits inside. You moan around her fingers as your tongue tastes you for the time.

Coriolanus nods at Clemmie's words. He was positioning his cock to your entrance. He smirks at you. “You're gonna take it like a good girl,” he whispered, no, commands you. And with that, he thrusts into you. His cock now kissing your cervix, your pussy pulsating around him and your gummy walls burning from the stretch.

Clemensia eats up your scream, covering your lips with hers as Coryo lets you settle down. You whine, Clemmie's hands holding you down and Coriolanus's hands around your hips, gripping so tight that bruises would bloom soon.

It doesn't take long for Coriolanus to begin to roll his hips, his dick pounding into your heat without care for your pleasure. Meanwhile, Clemensia's hands roam all over your body, pinching and kneading the flesh. Her lips never leave yours. She occasionally leaned back whispered praises about how good you are, and how much she will stretch you out with her strap, and how good she will eat you after this. Each of her filthy fantasies had your cunt clenching around Coryo's cock and he groans, his lips attaching themselves to your pulse point on your neck.

He doesn't pay you or Clemensia any attention, fucking pussydrunk he was, merely chasing his pleasure from your cunt. With Clemmie's constant praises, her hands worshiping you, and Coriolanus sucking the darkest hickey on your skin, his cock stroking your walls, his cockhead grazing your spongy spot inside your walls with every thrust.

It didn't take you long to have your eyes roll back, your body turning into jelly. Coriolanus groans as his thrusts turn sloppy. He cums inside of you with no warning, his body falling on top of you as he gasps. He whines, “Such a good girl. Such sweet cunt, that's my doll.”

Clemmie chuckles, looking at your fucked out state. She was going to have fun with you as soon as you gained some energy. And she tells you exactly that as she gets up to bring you and Coryo glasses of water.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚 .𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𐙚

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[shywhumpauthor]

Landline Part Three

Just Stay Put

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Cw: noncon touching, noncon drugging, implied noncon stripping (vague), kidnapping, intimate whumper, light abuse, gaslighting

An arm curled under their knees and another around their back, gently hefting them off the ground and against the stranger’s chest. If their wet clothes, the moments of contact soaking through the stranger’s pan bothered them at all, their expression didn’t betray it as their smile remained unwavering.

Coriander tried to speak, but their mouth didn’t even move as the stranger held them close, beginning to walk at a slow, calm pace down the hall.

No, no, no, what the hell was happening?!

The stranger carried them into a bathroom, a small half-bath with yellow lighting and green walls, gently setting them down against the wall. Their muscles seeming to have all gone limp, Coriander slumped, unable to do anything to support themself. For a few moments, they felt as if they were just waiting to pass out, but their consciousness continued to teeter just across that line of aware and not.

The stranger hummed to themself, a quiet, cheerful melody as they reached under the sink’s cabinet to grab a washcloth, dampening it under the tap before crouching by Coriander’s side and beginning to dab at the dirt and dried blood that stained their face, their touch gentle and ghosting.

“You poor thing, you must be so exhausted,” the stranger cooed softly, dragging the washcloth over a shallow scratch just above Coriander’s eyebrow. Unable to move anything but their eyes, Coriander’s gaze remained pinned on the stranger’s face, wide and frantic as they fought for control in a body that was no longer listening to their will. “We can clean the rest of you up tomorrow, but this will have to do for now…”

The stranger shifted their hold on the washcloth, using a fresh corner to swipe at the dirt blotched against Coriander’s cheek.

“You must be so stressed,” they continued, murmuring so quietly it was almost as if they were speaking to themself. “Don’t worry, doll, I’ll have you feeling good as new in no time.”

Coriander wasn’t sure when their mind finally decided it had had enough, their memory had already proven fuzzy enough for them to question the integrity of the true events that had taken place the night before, but next they were aware they were slowly blinking awake, body warm with something soft propped beneath their head.

A light weight pressed beneath their chin, the soft threads of a throw blanket tickling their neck as they shifted, fighting to free a hand from the blanket to press against their face. Their head throbbed with an intense pressure, aching terribly as even the soft light filtering from a nearby lamp was enough to make their eyes burn.

Shit…

With a groan and a tremendous effort, Coriander propped themself up on an elbow, the blanket that was tucked around their shoulders falling to their chest as they waited slowly for their vision to focus enough to make out the scene around them.

They were in a living room, laying on a soft couch in front of a burning hearth. The fireplace was made out of warm white bricks, accented nicely with the dark redwood mantle built above. There was a coffee table in front of the couch, within arms reach, and an end table to the side homing a lit lamp. The curtains were drawn across two large windows on the wall directly across from where Coriander faced, but through a small gap in the lacy fabric they could see the grey tinted forest outside, dark and dully lit.

And just in front of those windows, sitting in an armchair with their legs crossed, a book open in their hand, the stranger. Coriander didn’t think they made any noise, but the stranger’s eyes flicked up at just that moment, their gaze softening the moment it fell on Coriander’s face.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m glad to see you awake,” the stranger smiled, closing their book without bothering to mark their page and setting it aside as they stood up. “Can I get you anything? Something to drink? Food?”

The bitter taste was back in their mouth, pressing against their tongue, sticking to their throat. The burn of tea, heating their chest with each swallow.

“Whh…” their tongue felt like cotton, stuffed in their mouth with no control. Throat dry and scratchy, words catching and tripping against the grit that seemed to coat their lungs. “Nn’h.. I- I nh’d to… t’ ged h’me..”

The stranger sighed, their smile faltering slightly as they moved to crouch besides the couch, reaching a hand towards Coriander’s face, which they clumsily batted away.

“Doll, you’re much too hurt to go anywhere. The storm hasn’t fully passed, either, it would truly be best if you just stayed and rested-”

“Nn-no,” Coriander repeated, pushing themself a bit further into the cushions as they tried to shrink from the stranger’s touch. “Don- don’t… get ah’wy- wh- whadd’yh do t’ me?!” Their words were grating, nearly incomprehensible with the slur brought on by their stiff, aching muscles.

“Oh dear, you must be so confused. I found you, passed out on my doorstep last night, all I did was bring you in and get you dried off.” The stranger spoke gently, lowering their hand, but Coriander didn’t miss how something hardened behind their eyes.

“No- no,” Coriander stammered, their mind spinning. “You- the tea-”

“Tea? I could get you some tea, if that’s what you’d like,” the stranger placed their hands on their knees, using that to push themself back to stand.

“No!” Coriander gasped, fighting to tug the blankets off of themself, trying to ignore the sickening twist in their gut as they realized that the shirt and sweatpants they now wore were certainly not the ones they had left work wearing the night before. “I- I want t’ go home-“

“Shhh,” the stranger hushed them, placing two hands against Coriander’s shoulders and gently but firmly pushing them back to lay against the couch. “Doll, you’re talking nonsense- you’re hurt, you have to rest.” They spoke insistently, the pressure against Coriander’s shoulders only increasing as they attempted to squirm away.

“Let- let go of me-” Coriander tried to push the arms away, but with their sensation still creeping back to their limbs, they couldn’t manage to muster enough force behind the movements to do anything other than annoy the stranger.

“Cory, stop.” Their voice went firm, grip tightening until they were practically leaning over them, their nails digging into Coriander’s skin through their shirt. Their breath hitched, eyes widening as their heart skipped. “You’re not thinking straight. You’re going to get yourself hurt if you don’t settle down.”

Something lurked behind their voice, like a serpent hiding beneath deep, dark waters, and Whumpee knew enough to go still. Their chest tightened around their lungs, hardening into stone, sealing their breath away.

“Good, good.” The stranger have a small nod, the intensity of their grip fading slightly as their tough turned gentle once more. “Just stay put, alright? I’ll go get you something to drink.”

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Oops it’s been a while since I’ve updated this. Someone’s gotta remind me like every week istg

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꒷꒦  affinity - part 1 by @whore-era ellie williams x fem!reader | angst, pining, best friends, unrequited love

-after being in love with your best friend for years, one drunken night changes everything.

꒷꒦  as sweet as the sound by @xo-cori ellie williams x fem!reader | smut (MDNI), fingersucking, ellie is a filthy bottom idc, they’re a lil high but who isn’t in this economy

-she’s undeniably talented, but your girlfriend is just a bit too self-critical of her work.

꒷꒦  "what would you do if i went to touch you now?" by @louswrld11 ellie williams x fem!reader | wlw relationship, moderndayau!, whiny ellie (dying), oral, fingering, ellie's a switch?? wow, face sitting (i literally screamed into my pillow), cuddling!!!, ellie begging??omg yes pls, reader being more of a dom, ellie being a bit of a brat. literally just lesbians i mean what more could you want.

-ellie hates it when you're not paying attention to her

꒷꒦  where it all begins by @ijtaimes ellie williams x reader | pinning , jealousy , awkward tension? , ellie being mean to a kid, ellie being awkward, banter (lots of it because i live laugh love banter!), mentions of c*m

-summer is back in full swing, which means you’re back to being a camp counselor for moody, grumpy and hormonal middle schoolers. this summer however, is different! camp harmony hills has been renovated and the group of kids this year seem slightly more pleasant. not to mention, you have not one but two girls crushing on you. whew! but…something still is different about this year…the rumors are back and things seem a little. odd.

꒷꒦  wedding blurb by @spaceshipellie top!ellie x femme!bottom!reader | tlou au, ellie and readers wedding, touching in public, bathroom sex, fingering + eating out (r receiving), MDNI

-“you wanna love me right now, you wanna get alone with me”

꒷꒦  ellie headcanons pt 4 by @inf3ct3dd loser!ellie x reader

-loves matching with you. keychains, shoes, outfits, literally anything. if you have dyed hair, she’d dye a piece of hers to match you.

꒷꒦  hot to go! by ^ ellie williams x reader

-you started prepping the coffee beans, pouring them into a large class container while you moved your head back and forth, music blasting through your headphones.

꒷꒦  ellie fic by @dinasfavslut ellie williams x fem!reader | 18+ mndi!, smoking, sexual thoughts, cussing, pet names, teasing, smut (oral, fingering, slight mention of strap, squirting)

-everyone is aware that ellie smokes; we have all seen it. of course, there are also the dealer ellie fics, picture ellie making the reader squirt for the first time while high!

꒷꒦  brothers bestfriend ellie; by @hhayden222 ellie williams x reader | {sfw}

꒷꒦  ellie drabble/blurb by @amourrs  ellie williams x fem!reader | smut 18+, ai audios

-one where you wear ellie’s flannel and neither of you actually end up leaving the house

꒷꒦  store owner! ellie by @dollyhao ellie williams x reader | smut, doggy, squirting, strap in use (r!recieving)

꒷꒦ sending nudes to a high ellie by ^ ellie williams x reader | high ellie, mutual masturbation, dirty talk

-“baby…” ellie says through the phone sounding desperate as ever. she missed her girl friend so bad. she went on a friends trip with jesse and dina. you couldn’t come because you had to work still.

꒷꒦ nothing's gonna hurt you baby... by @cottontears modern au established gf ellie williams x fem reader | slight angst, hurt reader, ellie comforts her, fluff ensues, shitty friends

-ellie comforts you and saves you from your shitty friends

꒷꒦ 𝐃��𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒 + 𝐟𝐞𝐦!reader. by @iactuallykissedsharawheeler ellie williams x reader | weed mention

꒷꒦ gf!ellie headcannons by @phantombriide ellie williams x reader | mdni, loser gf!ellie, annoying gf!ellie, mentions of head/sex, mentions of making out, ellie's a clown and you're sick of it but love it so much, swearing and fluff

-gf!ellie who you've been friends with since junior year of high school.

꒷꒦ sweet blurb by ^ ellie williams x fem!reader

-ellie who loves coming home from patrol to a messy house. usually it's the other way around because no one wants to come home from work to a mess to clean up, but it's not like that at all.

꒷꒦ smut blurb by @wrtinginblood  ellie williams x fem!reader | pregnancy mention, nsfw

-ellie fucking you when you’re, like, newly pregnant and she’s sooo feral and excited for you to get all swollen with her baby

꒷꒦ texts with gf!ellie pt.3!! by @bellaramslover ellie williams x reader | mentions of smoking/drinking, implied sex, a little arguing

-Part 1 here!, Part 2 here!

꒷꒦ ellie fic by @d3arapril ellie williams x reader | 18+ minors dni, smut(obviously), dom!ellie, language, ellie has a dirty mouth, an ass slap.

-“cover her mouth and make her listen to how wet she is” aka jackson!ellie putting in WORK.

꒷꒦ sub service top ellie blurb by @seattlesellie ellie williams x reader | smut

꒷꒦ groupchat with ellie, dina and jesse part 2 by @elsweetheart ellie williams x fem!reader

-trying to organise going out to eat, and jesse can’t seem to catch a break.

꒷꒦ being a menace to dealer!ellie in the night part two by ^ ellie williams x reader

-you tried everything to get to sleep. you’d counted sheep, you had tried counting back from one thousand, you’d sat up and read a book— nothing was working.

꒷꒦ texts with ellie by @ellieslaces ellie williams x reader | fem!reader, suggestive conversations, harsh language, mentions of dark humor, use of pet names (babe, baby, sweet girl, etc), mentions of college!dealer!ellie

-a collection of messages between ellie and the reader! made by me. essentially this is my idea of what some daily conversations would be like with ellie if she were your girlfriend <3

꒷꒦ types of kisses with ellie by @elliesprettygirl ellie williams x reader | pure fluff

-how ellie would kiss you

꒷꒦ ellie playing the sims headcanons by ^ ellie x gf!reader | loser!ellie if you squint

-ellie being adorable

꒷꒦ ellie with a breeding kink by ^ ellie williams x reader

-"slow and steady"

꒷꒦ ellie williams and her clingy-ness by @lillysbigwilly ellie williams x reader

꒷꒦ my sweet girl by @evera-era ellie williams x afab!reader | friends to lovers, virgin reader, ellie has a praise + innocence kink, fingering, oral r!receiving, facesitting, fondling, lots of kissing, you talk her through it, fluff !!!!

꒷꒦ ellie blurb by ^ ellie williams x reader

-reader has a dream where ellie liked someone else or something (you know how a lot of couples go through this😭) and gets mad at her and Ellie is like “it was just a dream babe” and it’s all fluffy and cute

꒷꒦ f**k you by ^ ellie williams x afab!reader | hate sex, ellie’s rude as shit in the first half, alcohol use, some name-calling, aggressive kissing, fingering, scissoring, brat taming, spanking, edging/overstim

-ellie couldn’t stand you. she found you so incredibly annoying, and yet you shared the same friends. which was the biggest problem, ever.

꒷꒦ adventure time blurb by @savannahsdeath ellie williams x reader

-ellie and reader lying down on the bed while they’re watching adventure time, and all the time that princess bubblegum and marceline shows off, ellie is like “omg look at us!!”

꒷꒦ lover girl!ellie headcanons by @itsbecomeblue ellie williams x reader | nsfw with warning near the end, swearing, basically fluff, ellie and reader play soccer, puppy love, slightly loser!ellie, not explicit if reader is fem or masc

-highschool romance with ellie

꒷꒦ there's two ways to squirt by @bambiesfics ellie williams x reader | water-sports, extreme overstimulation, graphic depictions of lesbian smut, r!receiving finger bang, sarcastic Ellie, fluff + loving at the end.

-reader has a full bladder and is trapped in ellie william’s hatchback.

꒷꒦ once again, for the first time (1/3) 🌱 by @lovelettersfromluna ellie williams x reader | ANGST!!!, ellie is an oblivious idiot, quiet!reader, momentary alternative love interest, jealous!ellie, possessive!ellie

-being in love with your best friend has got to be one of the most emotionally exhausting things someone can experience, so it’s time you put your foot down and moved on….at least, try to move on

꒷꒦ silver springs (2/3) 🌱 by ^ ellie williams x reader | SMUT!!! 18+, mdni, alcohol and marijuana usage, jealous!ellie, slight asshole!ellie, cheating, oral r!receiving, edging, fingering r!receiving, pet names, kissing

-a step by step guide on how not to get over ellie fucking williams

꒷꒦ linger (3/3) 🌱 by ^ ellie williams x reader | smut!! mdni!! 18+, ellie and reader are both very sad and very stubborn, angst, hurt/comfort, alcohol usage, mention of marijuana, making out, pet names, oral (ellie receiving), tribbing

-back home for the holidays after hooking up with your best friend, who you also happen to be madly in love with...what could possibly go wrong.

꒷꒦ blossom (1/2) 🌱 by ^ ellie williams x reader | 18+!! smut!! angst!! (is it a fic of mine if there isn’t angst at this point), small town!ellie, it’s summer time ofc hehe, fingering (r!receiving), nipple play (r!receiving), petnames, ellie hurt reader in the past but is extremely desperate for her now, lots of kissing

-ellie broke up with you in high school right before she left for college. At the time, it left you devastated….five years later, she’s back. And she’s back for you.

꒷꒦ 20 something (2/2) 🌱 by ^ ellie williams x reader | angst!! ellie is an idiot in this one, joel being a dad figure to reader, alcohol usage, reader gets a lil drunk, jealous!reader

-how you ain’t say you was movin’ forward? Honesty hurts when you’re gettin’ older, I gotta say I’ll miss the way you need me.

꒷꒦ the perfect girl (1/2) 🌱 by ^ ellie williams x reader | 18+!!, ANGST, eventual smut just not in this chapter, mentions of sex, mutual pining, ellie is sort of a dick but she isn’t necessarily mean (don’t worry you’ll see), lead singer!reader, use of alcohol and marijuana, rock star life style so lots of partying, reader is a badass

-the amount of tension between you and your guitarist is fucking ridiculous.

꒷꒦ sweet little lies (2/2) 🌱 by ^ ellie williams x reader | 18+!!! Eventual smut, ellie is selfish point blank period, reader is extremely sad, some making out but doesn't lead to much, ANGST!!!!

-being on tour with someone you’ve been ignoring for two months is hard…but doable

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #tlou #ellie williams smut #ellie williams imagines #tlou ellie williams #fic recs #tlou 2 #tlou smut

[the-darklings]

Matthew calling Wanderer "Lady Dream" killed me dead and the only thing that can resurrect me is a drabble of Dream himself saying it (please)

pairing: dream of the endless x f!reader

wc: 1.2k+

warnings: jealous!Dream if you count that as a warning.

notes: got an idea that's too potent when I saw this, so LETS GO!!!

part one | series masterlist | ao3 |

“I messed up.”

Dream Lord doesn’t pause in his measured stride at your edgy words, his flame-kissed coat trailing after him. The Dreaming castle is abuzz, accommodating additional visitors from different domains, and you can’t recall the last time everyone was this frazzled. Everyone has come together as a well-oiled machine would, but tension hangs thick in the air. No one is happy about the new visitors or their purpose for being at the Dreaming. Dream himself hasn’t had a free second since; indeed, neither have you.  

“I highly doubt it,” he replies.

“No, Dream. I did mess up.”

“You have wandered realms for millennia, Wanderer,” Dream reminds, slowing to peer at you over his shoulder. His features soften a touch from their near-permanent rigidity lately. His voice, too, eases into a husky, gentle drawl, “You are familiar with royalty and courtiers from countless kingdoms. A great number of them regard you highly. Your insight and advice in navigating this situation have been greatly appreciated.”

Your unease quells briefly, soothed by his sincere comments. It’s still too easy to be caught off guard by Dream’s attempts to be more open, more appreciative of those around him. 

“You’re welcome,” you say softly, forcing down a gulp. “It's hard enough to remember a dozen different customs not to insult the guests. But I wanted to bring this to your attention first. Personally. So you don’t hear it from someone else first or, worse, the narrative gets twisted.”

Dream Lord rotates your way fully, moving closer. You’ve paused in a gallery. A new addition to the castle with multiple tapestries stitched from thick, luxurious cloth that hang across previously barren walls. Each one depicts various panoramas from different domains across the cosmos. It’s been a small, self-indulgent project you’ve undertaken in between travels, but given your recent company, it has gone down better than expected. Everyone relishes their kingdoms being paid homage to in the land of dreams. 

“What happened?” Dream questions somberly. “Did someone hurt you? Threaten you?”

Your hands wring together at the seeping darkness in Dream’s voice, fingers knotting. You swallow under his steady, hard scrutiny. 

“No, nothing like that. Certainly not with Cori around. It’s just… Cluracan invited me for a walk in Fiddler’s Green and, well, you know how he is. A flirt and an outrageous one.” A forced chuckle escapes you. Dream doesn’t smile or laugh with you. Some emotion pulses through his regal features, tucked from sight in seconds. “He’s a bit odd for a fae, if I’m honest. Surprisingly, he wasn’t drunk this time. So we got talking, and he was rather charming. It took me too long to realise he was, you know, hitting on me.”

You clear your throat, dragging your stare from the walls back to the Dream Lord standing in front of you. Dream’s bearing is stony, tense, his gaze hooded and mouth flat. Those pale irises seem to glimmer in the dusky light of the setting sun. 

“Hitting on as in… courting,” you rush ahead, examining the strain in his jaw. “He asked if we were mates. And I think I’ve spent too much time around Hob because I figured he meant pals, you know? Friends. I forgot fae have a different definition of ‘mates’. So I immediately laughed and said: Well, of course, Dream and I are mates. We’ve been mates for centuries. So Cluracan got this intense look on his face—I mean, he gets under peoples’ skin even more than Cori—then actually bowed. And then, well…”

Dream seems to glide closer—close enough to touch, to breathe in, his words a cold caress, “Then what?”

You swallow. “Cluracan said: I must apologise, Lady Dream. I meant no insult with my offer. I now understand why Lord Morpheus refused my sister. I would appreciate it if you did not mention this to him. I would not wish to complicate this matter further.”

A shiver races down your spine when Dream’s arm slips lightly around you, settling on your lower back. “And then?”

His words are impossibly soft, but there’s something about the way shadows pool around Dream’s sloping, sharp features that set shivers skittering down your spine. His hand seems to burn through your coat. There’s something about the tension you discern in each digit, as if he’s holding himself back from dragging you nearer and pressing you to him. He’s done so in the past numerous times, tucking you from sight in the folds of his starlit coat. Quiet, peaceful, cold and hot like those raging stars you sometimes glimpse in his eyes. 

“Then he, uh, left.” You don’t dare to move, curious to see what Dream Lord will do next. “And tripped in a creek. Which is weird because I’m certain there’s never been a creek there to begin with. It’s like it appeared out of nowhere. But anyway, I just… I thought I’d better tell you personally because Cluracan seems set on calling me Lady Dream now, and I don’t want you to overhear and take offence to it.”

“Why would I take offence to such a thing?”

You blink at his unhurried, probing question. Dream’s thumb strokes gently downwards—it’s so light, the contact, a mere graze, but there’s such potent power imbued into it you’re as good as naked beneath it, sensing the gesture through clothes and down to your marrow. Your breath wobbles before steadying. “Well, the implication…”

“Implication.” A deep, considerate hum vibrates from Dream’s chest, followed by a weighty, “Does this implication bother you?”

Does it? You’ve never cared for labels. Dream, to you, is everything. Those who matter most are aware of that, so why would anyone and their opinions matter? But they do. Deep down, you’re well versed with power that comes merely from what names you can evoke—whose favour in this vast cosmos you hold. But deeper than that lays a simpler sentiment: if you are his, in soul and name, you cannot be anyone else’s. Until you declare you are taken, then you are open. The brimming, dark scowl and icy, caressing whispers from his lips are displays of discontentment but not at any misstep on your part. But, rather, at the thought of another holding you so close. Another leaning down to touch their lips against yours. At the idea that you would permit anyone else this intimacy.

But there’s a more reticent sentiment to be read in the ancient, weary lines of his unchanging face: if you wanted another, he would not interfere. He would not hinder your happiness if you moved on and found someone else. He would not hinder you even if he wanted to. 

You slant yourself closer. “No, I suppose it doesn’t bother me.”

As if you could ever want anyone else but him. Sullen, stubborn, flawed, but yours despite it. 

Old ghosts flee from his regard, the weight on his shoulders lightening—a tiniest of smiles curving one side of Dream’s mouth.

He slants closer, his breath fanning against your ear. “Good. Because the title rather suits you, Lady Dream.”

an: Cluracan is a canon character that should appear pretty early on in S2 once Netflix stops being cowards. anyway, here's to hoping and hope you enjoyed : )

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #sandman fic #morpheus imagines #dream imagine #sandman dream #sandman corinthian #dream x fem!reader #morpheus x fem!reader #sandman x reader #fic: today i bury you in me

[the-last-quest]

After the incident Cory was told that his eyes had gone all white. It made sense to him as it explained the drastic change in his vision.

Unlike what most people would expect he could still see. He could see the outlines on objects and moving blobs that were people. He can’t tell any of the detail though. The others tell him there’s not much detail in the facility anyways

The only time his vision returns to “normal” is when he touches someone, when he sees their end through their eyes.

Sometimes it’s a peaceful scene, surrounded by faces that he doesn’t know but can clearly feel the care from. Sometimes is a more sudden end, a crash or freak accident. Sometimes it has to do with a member of the facility.

After the meeting, while he’s being dragged away he hears the outcry from the client. He hears the names of his friends being spoken in disgust. He hears the promises that the facility makes to keep them at bay.

And months later he hears of a successful mission that they have pulled off.

He doesn’t tell them that he knows their faces. That they’ve been burned into his subconscious, appearing in his darkest dreams.

They probably already know.

#when your job is to see the death of the corrupt elite but your found family’s job is to “take care of the corporate elite #they make me so ill #Cory needs a hug (but he can’t get one lol) #oc posting #cory oc #oc drabbles #my ocs #bella oc #avery oc #|<- kind of implied lol

[someheroescarryfloss]

sibling (>:)), smile, sun!

"Sibling"

"Your face was as red as an apple, swear to Oberon!"

Roy kicked a stone, his adolescent face pinched in a frown as he bristled at his younger sister's teasing. "Oh, stop, it's not that funny."

Brinna giggled and nudged him, evading his hand as he sent a swat her way, knowing full well that he had missed on purpose, but unwilling to take the chance that he might not have. "At least she was nice about it."

"Nice?" He flung his arms up in a dramatic flounce, his fingers curved as if he wanted to claw at something, but there was nothing to claw at, save for this annoying little pest who thought it was funny that he had let a little toot go in front of his crush. "She looked right at me, then walked away!"

"Um, she was about to walk away anyway, and her not saying anything was her not calling attention to it. You're overthinking things, big brother. She won't even remember it tomorrow."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his. "You really think so?"

"Sure," Brinna tossed her dark brown curls, tried to hold it in, but in the end she couldn't help herself. "And as long as no one else gets wind of it--"

"Could you not?"

"Oh, I'm Roy, the Tooth Fairy, and I have dropped my books!"

"Brinnaaa..." he warned.

"I must now pick them up! I'm bending over now..."

"I mean it!"

"Poot!"

"That's it!"

____________

From their house, their mother spotted them zipping back and forth through the air and she smiled. "Oh, look at them play. Isn't it wonderful that our children get along so well now, Fergus?"

Fergus glanced out the window over the top of her head. "Uh-huh. Ohp, spoke too soon, he's got her in a headlock. Should I go out and break it up?"

Cori sighed. "Please do."

"Smile"

Headcanon: Tooth Fairy had no interest in anything tooth-related as a child, but when he got a bit older he decided that he might as well know about these things that would take over his adult life. And, to his surprise, he really did find it fascinating!

"Sun"

Tooth Fairy dropped a baby tooth into the leather pouch that hung from his belt, rubbed a good-sized dollop of hand sanitizer into his hands, and sighed. "Last one. Time to go home."

And yet, he lingered on the rooftop and eventually sat down. The sky was still a dark blue, but the shade of it was significantly lighter in the east, and he was just feeling a little bit sad. November was approaching, and that month always brought back bad memories. Alpha was always wonderful to him during this time, but as comforting as it was to just have her be there, sometimes he simply wanted some time to himself. Time away from The Hollow. This was one of those times.

Soon the eastern sky was shot through with dim streaks of pink and orange. He watched. He waited. Yellow joined pink and orange, and soon the yellow grew so bright that he knew he would soon have to look away. Almost there...

The moon had been a cold crescent that reminded him of the Cheshire Cat's disembodied grin, but the sliver that peeked over the horizon and caused him to shut his eyes brought light and warmth.

Brinna had loved watching the sun rise.

The darkness retreated to hide where the sun couldn't find it. Mother Nature would have something poetic to say about this, I'm sure...

The sun would outlast all of them, he knew. The darkness would come back, this he also knew. But it wouldn't come back to stay. He heaved a deep sigh and took out his phone to call his wife, and he smiled when she picked up.

"Mornin', Wintergreen. Have a good shift? Anything to report?"

His smile stretched wider, and he shook his head; he recognized forced cheerfulness when he heard it, but he no longer required cheering up. "Little and less. Hey, if Myles is up, you guys wanna go get breakfast?"

#Drabble prompts #Writing #Two shorts and one headcanon #Tooth Fairy #Alpha #Brinna #Cori #Fergus #The Santa Clause #The Santa Clause 2 #The Santa Clause 3 #I might have to adapt these into a couple chapters at some point!

[f3lix00]

“quick” drabble about dad!Chan

Fluff | Masterlist

you get home, exhausted and pissed at everything and everyone. But the moment you see the light in your daughter, Cory and your loving husband, Chris' eyes, when they’re shouting happy birthday to you, the second you walk in, the weight lifts off your shoulders. you're home, home to them, the two people you love the most in the whole world. Chris bends down to pick Cory up and lifts her up on his shoulders. He groans, "ah, you're starting to get too big for this, C" he chuckles slighty and greets you with a kiss on the lips. "happy birthday, my love. we baked and ordered your favorite!" you chuckle, "yeah, I can see that," you look over his shoulder, into the kitchen, dirty with flour everywhere. "sorry about that, we uh- couldn't decide which cake to bake and this little devil," he tickles Cory's feet "decided that the flour looked way better in my hair than in the bowl." "it's not my fault you couldn't remember mom's favorite cake." Cory pouts "It's alright," you chuckle, "I'll clean it, just start eating, I'll join you in a bit" you take off your jacket and head towards the kitchen, but Chris grabs your wrist. "you, are not lifting a finger on your birthday, especially not after a nine hour work day"

You pause for a moment and just look into his eyes, and then sigh, "you're right, work was horrible. but I forgot all about it, the second i walked in and saw those beautiful eyes of yours." you smile

"are you talking about these gorgeous eyes, or dad's?" Cory asks, and you chuckle, "I think both of your eyes are absolutley beautiful. you know, your eyes actually remind me alot of your dad when he was younger"

"enough chatting, let's go eat"

-

“And now Cory is asleep,” you say to Chris, standing and washing dishes. He dries his hands and gently grabs your waist, “did it end up being an okay day, even after work?” He looks at you with wonder and worry, “yeah, it was absolutely great,” kiss “Thank you, baby.”

Chris smiles and kisses the top of your head, “I’m glad. You always tell me how terrible Friday shifts are, and I was worried it was gonna be too much.” You nuzzle against his chest, nothing to hear but his calming heartbeat and his arms sneak around your waist.

“Cory is getting so big already. I feel like we got home from the hospital yesterday” he sighs and buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling you slightly. “You miss having a baby in the house?”

“You know, even through the sleepless nights, tons of dirty laundry and your weird cravings, I do, yeah.” He pulls away from you neck and looks deeply into your eyes, “I really miss it,” his eyes flicks between yours, “I… I wanna have another baby with you, love.”

You blush at the confession. To be honest, you missed it too. And you read on some website for new parents, that kids grow up better with a sibling, and not to mention how great a sister Cory would be.

Chris blushes and blinks a few times “Not that it has to be right now-“ but you simply answer him with a kiss “I would love to have another baby with you, Chris. Now or later, whenever you’re ready”

Chris’ cheeks heat up and he hides his shy smile. “I… I would love to have a second kid with you, as soon as possible. But it’s your choice”

You chuckle, even after 9 years of being together you still have your shy moments. “Cory is sleeping over at a friend’s tomorrow, so we have the house all to ourselves.”

Chris chuckles, “mm, gonna make a baby with you tomorrow”

“How romantic.”

-

Hands locked together as you both stare at the test. The two minutes seems like two hours. The suspense between the two of you, the way Chris holds your hand tightly and the comfortable silence reminds you of 5 years earlier, when you where in the same situation. You had talked about kids and before you knew it, Cory was born, and now you’re sitting here, waiting for the test result, five years later.

“How long?” Chris asks and you reach for your phone, “30 seconds” he brings your hands up to his mouth and gives yours a kiss. “If it isn’t positive, we’ll just try again. I can get my parents or one of the guys to take care of Cory.” He’s right. It wasn’t that big of a deal, why be so nervous? You could always try again. “Yeah,” you sigh “you’re right. I don’t know why I’m so nervous” you chuckle. “It’s alright. I’m nervous too.”

The timer goes off and you take a quick look at each other. Chris’ eyes are filled with love, and the second your eyes meet you can almost see the weight lift off his shoulders. Sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky.

You reach for the test, flipping it over. There it was. A clearly positive pregnancy test. You both stare at it for a few seconds, blinking before looking back at each other and bursting out in smiles. “I’m pregnant, Chris” you chuckle. He pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head, “I know, baby, I know.” His voice breaks and you sit there, crying out of joy.

“I love you so fucking much”

“I love you more”

#bangchan x y/n #stray kids #kpop boys #kpop scenarios #skz x reader #fluff #kpop fluff #christopher bahng #Christopher Bahng x reader #bangchan #chris x y/n #skz imagines #bangchan imagines #dad!chan #skz fluff #idk how this came out of me #that sounded wrong #help

[crabonfire]

Hey, I can I please request for something tf2 Engie related, more specifically, with an gn s/o reader who has… An almost obsessive hoard of stuffed animals decorating their room??? I just think it’d be silly lmao, have a lovely day/night!!

Engie with a plushie obsessed gn! reader :)

character: engineer

note: mental health has dropped to the lowest point this year and I realized writing has actually helped my mind process and get through everything so...I'm back for now. I'm sorry for uh, lack of posts even after I said I'd post start of the new month, shit hasn't been good. I hope you enjoy this babe! I love my plushies, s/o just like me fr.

This is more of a drabble I guess. The reader has a lot of traits like I do with my own personal plushies so, I'm sorry if it's not accurate, it's just how I personally treat my plushies :)

Warnings: none

♡Engie♡

• When the text is in italic, engie is speaking as a plushie!!!

• He was surprised to find your room adorned with plushies first time you offered him in. There were small ones, ones that rest atop your dresser, your table. Some were bigger, all collected over your bed as you slept. You had huge ones too, those stereotypical big Teddy bears kids usually get, you had one that you'd lie on when days were rough.

• He didn't find it weird or anything, in fact he understood where it came from. Tons of people find comfort in plushies, especially cute ones with adorable features.

• He didn't comment on it at first, just thought it was cute.

But as you two grew closer and he spent more time in your room, he grew to truly understand your love for these plushies.

You'd name them and hug them on bad days, sometimes just because you felt like it. When he'd sleep in your room, you'd give every one of those plushies a kiss, and him one too, and he always finds that trait of yours melts him every time.

There had been moments where he wakes up in the morning before you do to the sight of you cuddling them, and it makes him feel a tiny bit jealous, but he finds it endearing nonetheless.

• If you talk to your plushies, honestly, he finds it funny. Often times he does it too.

"How come you hug those plushies more than you hug me?"

"You can't blame me. They're super soft, isn't that right Baymax?"

He turns his head to your plushie, shaking his head and taking it in his hands, facing it towards you over his face and making a silly voice to try and speak for it.

"I know I'm soft, but you shouldn't neglect your boyfriend like that!"

"Exactly. Thank you Baymax."

You simply snicker, rolling your eyes.

• He buys you cute little key chained plushies usually, but on the rare occasion he comes by a cute one you could hold in your hands, he'd present it to you after work and have such a cute smile on his face. Excited to see you giggle and beam at him with those sparkling eyes.

And he loves it when you grin as he explains what the plushie's name is.

"This is Cory. He's a little bear I found on the street, I'd take care of him on my own but...you know me, I'm always workin'."

"Oh Engie...he's so cute."

"Well, thank you kindly! You're cute, too."

• He loves how soft you get over your plushies, he also loves how dramatic you are with them sometimes. Giving them insane backstories or making them "fight", honestly he finds it pretty funny and a nice distraction.

• And sometimes when he misses you or you two get in a fight, he finds himself holding one of your plushies and melting in their plush. He gets why you have em honestly.

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