#literally toothrotting fluff

[wineauntie]

KARMA – Quinn Hughes x famous singer!reader

summary: where the captain of the canucks gets the entire team tickets to his famous singer!gf’s tour, only to find out that she’s in the mood to shake up some of her lyrics.

note: songs from both Sabrina Carpenter and Taylor Swift are referenced to have been written by reader! Both songs referenced are Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter and Karma by Taylor Swift (both of which have been plaguing my brain for the past two weeks!)

warnings: use of y/n, fem reader, simp Quinn, use of nicknames like baby and sweetheart, tooth-rotting morning fluff, I think that’s about it really.

word count: 2.4k+

(lyrics have been italicised and lyrics italicised in bold are the lyrics you change 🙏)

Golden light filtered into your apartment bedroom through a slight crack in your curtains. Your alarm had gone off twice in the last ten minutes, but all you could focus on was the man whose head was cradled on your chest and whose hair your fingers were mindlessly running through as he slept.

You had missed mornings like these. Mornings where the world seemed so small, where everything you needed was confined in this one apartment.

Mornings where the world was all just a little bit softer.

You'd been on tour for a month and a half prior to this moment, and tonight you were playing BC Place in your home city, which meant you had gotten to spend a few days and nights in the comfort of your own apartment and in the warmth of your boyfriend's arms.

Your third and final alarm for the morning chirped causing the man lying on your chest to groan, the sound vibrating down your spine as you moved to turn off the irritating noise, hoping to linger in the previous serenity. He shifted his position slightly, manoeuvring himself so that his face buried itself into your neck, leaving delicate kisses all the way up to your jaw.

"If you mark me up my makeup artist won't be happy with you," you forewarned as you hummed gently, your hand brushing a small strand of hair back from his face.

Quinn Hughes grumbled incoherently as he tightened his grip around you. You laughed at the groggy man's actions. It was seven o'clock in the morning, and usually, he was up and at it already, but he had a four-day period with no games, just training in the afternoon, which may or may not be the reason you had scheduled your shows and following rest period to fall on those days.

What could you say? You were greedy. You would give anything to have more time with your love.

"I have to go soon," You started, making no attempt to get up from the bed. Quinn's eyes blinked slowly as he adjusted to the morning light, his thumb tracing uneven circles on your hip. "I have rehearsals all day until later. Are you still planning on coming and bringing everyone?"

You had ensured that Quinn had a ticket to all of the shows you were going to be playing at BC Place (three in total, all of which had been sold out!). You'd also provided tickets to his teammates and their partners, wanting to see them all to catch up as well as reserving some for his parents, who’d be flying up to visit within the next day or two.

Quinn grunted as he pushed himself further up the bed so that he could be face-to-face with you. He placed another delicate kiss on your lips this time, despite your brewing complaints about morning breath.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," he whispered softly, his nose nudging your own. The depth of his morning voice, paired with his gentleness made you melt into his touch, all your previous worries fading into the background. "Everyone is coming tonight...they haven't stopped talking about it."

Heat rose to your cheeks. Despite your extensive fame, you hadn't quite gotten used to the whole 'being famous' aspect. You could hardly believe so many people supported you and your music, it seemed so far away from you–so unreal.

"I'm excited," you smiled sheepishly, your eyes closing as Quinn pulled you closer to his warm body and held you firmly between his arms.

"Me too," He sighed with a sleepy grin of his own, "Can't wait to watch you on stage, waited long enough."

"I offered you tickets to the other ones but you had hockey," you whined with a yawn, your head nestling into his bare chest. "I think we should both just quit our jobs and buy a cottage out in the middle of nowhere."

Quinn hummed in amusement at your dramatics, his fingers traipsing up and down your spine. "Let's make it through today and reconsider," he suggested tiredly, "now five more minutes, please."

You didn't have to answer as you obliged his request and closed your eyes for another faithful five minutes.

—

"I...dah, dah, dah...I...duh, duh, duh."

Your halfhearted rehearsing of one of your songs backstage kept your mind occupied as your mic and earpiece were being attached to you. You could hear the buzzing of the crowd from outside, a small smile gracing your face to combat the nerves.

You'd been dressed and made up to perfection, not a single strand of hair out of place as people flitted around backstage preparing for you to take the stage. You shook out your limbs slightly, your jitteriness growing before you were scooped up from behind and carefully spun around. Your grin widened at the familiar grip around you as you let out a melodic laugh.

Once you were placed back on solid ground, you turned and hugged Quinn tightly, the comforting smell of his cologne soothing any remaining nerves lingering. He'd dressed up for the occasion, wearing a dress shirt and pants with his typical beanie covering his hair.

"How was practice?" You asked, your hands on his forearms as you scanned him for any signs of tiredness or bruises.

"Good, went well just as usual," he spoke soothingly. He knew you got nervous in the run-up to actually going on stage so he welcomed any distractions you threw his way. "Everyone's here by the way, and they were so excited when they saw their view for the show. They sent me back here with a million thanks."

You ducked your head as you smiled, "I can't wait until I can join you guys after the show," you remark, your hands fiddling with the buttons of his shirt cuffs.

"I know, but my girl has a job to do now," Quinn nodded his head behind you where your assistant had been trying to stall everyone attempting to sort you out for the show. "Go on out there and give it your all, baby,"

"I'll see you after?" You questioned as Quinn moved his hands to hold yours briefly.

"Oh, you're all mine after," he smirked and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away.

"Quinn!" You called after him which caused him to turn and face you, "Enjoy the show!"

"You know I will!”

—

Your show had started flawlessly from the moment you'd stepped out onto the stage. The crowd tonight was insane, all of them an array of colours and varying screams. You'd been beaming from the second you'd started performing, the type of smile that couldn't be faked which only seemed to widen whenever you caught a glimpse of Quinn and his teammates and friends in their box.

You were five songs into your set when your first scheme began to kick in. Your eyes had been drawn towards Quinn almost every few minutes, so it hadn't taken your fans long to realise exactly who was in that section. The majority of them pointing their phones towards the team to catch their various reactions.

"Vancouver!" You exclaimed gleefully into your microphone. "I want to hear all of you singing along…I want you to be the loudest crowd I've had yet!"

The opening beats of your next song flooded the stadium and a roar of excitement swept over the crowd. You let a mischievous grin creep onto your face as your plan set into action.

"Now, this song, I wrote on the balcony of a boy's apartment. It took me twenty minutes to write and two minutes to adore," you explained as the elongated intro played. "I found myself in love with someone, and all of a sudden, everything I felt was just...nonsense."

This song was one of your more ‘upfront' songs. You'd written after a date with Quinn one month into your relationship. You'd been sitting on his lap on the balcony of his apartment when inspiration had struck. You remembered his arms tightening around you as you scribbled the words on a crumpled napkin in front of you. It was honestly one of the more fun songs for you to perform, not only because of how entertaining the lyrics were but because you were able to make up a new outro with each city you'd been in and tonight was no different.

As you sang the song, your scheme rolled right into place, and your lips twitched up.

"I don't even know I'm talkin' nonsense, I'm talkin', I'm talkin', "I'm talkin' all around the clock." you swayed your hips as you moved towards the part of the stands where you knew Quinn and the Canucks were located.

“I'm talkin' you on the Canucks, I'm talkin' opposite of soft, I'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts," your cheeky grin spread across your face as you winked towards the man you loved. You danced the routine dance, giggling slightly as the change of words didn't go unnoticed by anybody which resulted in a series of high-pitched yelps and gasps. “You gotta keep up with me, I got some young energy, I caught the L-O-V-E, How do you do this to me?"

The energy maintained its high level as you made your way to centre stage, where you were the only one left by now. You held your mic towards the crowd for them to sing feeling yourself tear up slightly when they echoed clearly off of the stadium walls.

"This song catchier than chickenpox is, I bet your house is where my other sock is, Woke up this morning, thought I'd write a pop hit!"

"How quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz?" You joined in before pausing slightly with a tilt of your head, a small hush of anticipation fell over the audience as they waited for your new outro.

"No, Mom, I swear this is not a phase," you grinned as you leaned towards the crowd, "I love hockey ‘specially when my man plays… but hush, you guys have my heart, BC Place.”

You let the cheers roll over you as you lowered your mic and feigned a curtsy, your lips drawing back into a smile as you waited for your next song to begin.

–

Ten songs later and the night was coming to a close. You knew you had two more nights in the city but a twinge ricocheted through your heart at the thought of having to leave again.

"Alright, BC Place, this is our last song for tonight!" You spoke with a smile as your words were instantly met with a chorus of booing. Sweat had gathered along your hairline, and your once meticulous look had now been somewhat displaced due to your dancing around, yet, you couldn't be happier. “I know, I know…”

You bit your lip as disgruntled and sorrowful yells of “more” and “no!” rang out all around.

"I just want to say that you guys have been incredible tonight, and there's no other place I'd rather be than here performing for you tonight. And so, for this final song, I want everyone up and dancing! I want you to scream the lyrics, cry the lyrics— honestly, as long as you guys are having fun, you don't even need to know the lyrics..." You continued brushing hair out of your face.

"I just want you to let loose as much as possible! So, my wonderful and beautiful audience, for the final time tonight, enjoy the song…this is Karma!”

The intro to your final song was met with a flurry of excitement, your fingers waggling as you waved to the crowd with a knowing smile.

"You're talking shit for the hell of it," You sang out the opening line, your eyes moving across the crowd as your dancers got into formation. "Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant,"

As the song continued, you moved gracefully across the stage, trying to give as much attention to each side of the stadium as possible. Your heart was thudding so loud you swore you could hear it despite the volume of the room.

This was it. Your final scheme of the night.

"'Cause Karma is the thunder, rattling your ground, Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter, Karma's gonna track you down," you moved closer to centre stage, your eyes focused ahead of you. "Step by step and town from town,"

"Sweet like justice, karma is a queen, Karma takes all my friends to the summit," your eyes glinted with mischief as you waltzed to the part of the stage closest to where Quinn was standing, managing to lock eyes with the man himself.

"Karma is the guy on that team," you smirked, curling your fingers in a come hither motion towards your boyfriend. You knew the camera broadcasting to the screens on either side of the stage briefly flitted toward Quinn and the Canucks before they refocused on you. "Coming straight home to me!"

Your words were met with a deafening thunder of screaming, as you giggled, winking up at the box where you swore you could see Quinn grinning, blushing under the stadium lights, his teammates nudging him with laughter. You waved towards them one last time before continuing your performance.

Once Karma’s last beat fell upon your ears, you found yourself so overwhelmed with love and joy. “Thank you, Vancouver, good night!” You cheered, waving and blowing kisses to the crowd before, you were ushered off the stage.

Your heart was racing as you exited backstage, the sound thrumming in your ears, fizzling along every nerve in your body. Your body was practically vibrating with adrenaline as people around you patted you in congratulations whilst someone began to take off your mic pack.

Your eyes jolted around the room and the chaos it inhabited. Your lip was between your teeth as the swell of adrenaline simmered out, your eyes continuing their search until they finally landed on the bright smile you yearned to see.

You quickly brushed off those around you as you half ran, half skipped towards Quinn, who caught you in his arms and allowed you to press your smiling lips to his.

“You were insane out there,” he beamed proudly, his arms around your waist as he pulled away from your kiss.

“You liked it?” You questioned softly, with your eyebrows drawn together with a nervous smile as your fingers traced his cheekbones.

“Of course I did,” Quinn teased, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple as the two of you began to move towards the dressing rooms. “but changing the lyrics? People will start to think you like me, sweetheart…”

You found yourself laughing, your head dropping as he tightened his arm around your waist.

“Why would they ever think that?!”

pls ignore how bad the nonsense outro is, it was one of five outros I tested and it was the one that worked the best 😭

#wineauntie #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #nhl x reader #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes x you #quinn hughes fluff #quinn hughes fanfic #quinn hughes fanfiction #famous!reader #singer!reader #I love quinn hughes what a man #literally toothrotting fluff #hughes brothers x y/n

[goditsmeagain]

it's so hot and im on the last chapter of my touch-starved eddie fic I want to smoke and sleep and cry

#instead i shall write #itll be up by this eve and itll be DONE #literally the most toothrotting fluff ive ever written #disgusting stuff really #my fanfiction

[crystcrm]

i share ur struggle.. i ACHE for gepard or welt content so hopefully i could request for something like that? im js gonna throw a bunch of ideas and you can choose whichever

relationship hcs (what he’d be like, how does he show his love etc)

sleeping together (take this whichever way you want)

cooking together in the kitchen (im a whore for this stuff idk why😭)

bedroom hcs (kinks, fav positions, literally anything i need it so bad)

KISSING IN THE SNOW W GEPARD😞

anon i hope you know this ask gave me like 5000 braincells. like suddenly i am THINKING. it's so insane how one little ask full of random blurbs gave me so much life to write even just the smallest things.

literally welt and gepard are my two faves rn, i'm fr just waiting for jing yuan to come out. jing yuan my beloved <3<3

but anyway, as for this little ask, i think we'll ease into the hsr content with some fluff ( i am all due for it anyway, i have Not been writing and i also need the fluff because my god does life hit hard ) so sit tight >:)

love and cherishing you ♡ ;; various x gn!reader headcanons

content;- sfw , fluff , headcanons list , how some hsr boys show their love for you ♡♡ , overall just really fluffy because i need toothrotting stomach ache inducing head swirling sweet fluff sometimes... , nothing about getting together but just general hcs on what they'd be like in a relationship , reader is nooooot...? the trailblazer but could possibly be interpreted as such if you squint

characters inc:- welt yang , gepard landau ( includes post-belobog arc content, not extremely spoilery but take note that i chose after the jarillo-vi conclusion to open up more opportunities >:3 )

together with welt yang . . .

welt has lived life longer than perhaps anyone on the express, being from another world and used to living as the first ( second generation ) herrscher of reason, a herrscher that sided with humanity. he didn't expect to get sucked into another adventure, one where he'll meet many companions, see unbelievable sights or even... fall in love.

he's an old soul, yet his heart still has a grand passion for what he does. the fire within him burns, and perhaps, you stoke the flames. a motivation unlike any other to show you the wonders of the galaxy— of every world.

his love is not the most openly shown, an old man can be embarrassed sometimes. especially in the face of his family of the astral express. his affections for you are for you two only. his touches, his words, the little things that make sparks fly are all special and meant for your ears and eyes only. be it in the privacy of his room, or late nights when everyone else is fast asleep, he'll always find a way to make his love for you known when nobody else is looking.

time together with you is always time well spent. he enjoys it perhaps just a little more than going on adventures with everyone. you could be doing anything, and he wouldn't mind simply sitting in silence together with you. it's comforting, relaxing. it's moments like these where he gets to unwind with you. it's essentially a recharge— he doesn't even have to hold you ( but if you'd like that, he'd be more than happy to ).

he used to be an artist— an animation storyboard artist. his skills on paper would definitely outmatch the rest of the crew. he already likes to have his experiences captured in little drawings in his notebook. well, you happen to be one big, long lasting experience. one that he can't wait to see what more comes while experiencing it. you swear that you can catch him gazing at you every other day, and you always see his pencil moving across the papers in his book. inside are sketches of you in all your beauty, how he adores you, even complete with little notes about the things you like.

he wishes to show you the world, all there is to be seen across the entire galaxy. he will be there, to guide you, to accompany you. it's not that he doesn't trust the rest of the crew, but really, this is the closest thing to a date you've ever gotten. taking in the sights of new worlds, creating new memories together, and maybe getting tossed in a bit of trouble along the way. sure, it may be tiring or troublesome, but he wouldn't want to face it with anyone else.

those that come across him know him as welt yang, but this is the name he has inherited. he doesn't tell it often, perhaps, but at least you know him. the real him. he's not just welt to you, but also joachim. it is something he entrusted to you, who he is, who he once was, who he shall become— everything about him.

he adores you, and all your entirety. you are like a burning star in the galaxy above, one that burns with him.

together with gepard landau . . .

gepard, captain of the silvermane guards is a busy, busy man. between his duties as captain and his daily life, he does his best to find time for you. his lack of charm is exactly what makes him charming, some may say. he's no nonsense, stubborn, "famously uncompromising" ( as his sister claims ) with an unmatched loyalty. it sounds horrendous, but perhaps that's exactly why you love him.

you tell him he should prioritise his duty first and foremost, he is an important figure in belobog, after all. and he does, he stubbornly commits to it. even if he can see in your eyes that you're hesitantly letting him go again. it's in these rare moments that he gives you a small, warming smile and a gentle embrace— he tells you that he'll do his best, for the preservation of belobog, for its people— and most importantly, you.

bothering him on patrol isn't one of your favourite activites, there are definitely more enriching things out there, but you still do it from time to time. usually, it's when the nights are a little colder and you can't seem to sleep. it's the same old thing, each and every time. he tells you you should get home, but not after a quick walk together with him. you'd chat about the little things, and he'd even shyly try to hold your hand in such a moment. after that, he personally escorts you back to your residence, and never forgetting to leave without a kiss goodnight. it may be a simple kiss on the back of your hand, or you might get up for a quick kiss on the cheek. you don't know what you do to him.

gepard doesn't strike me as a type that knows a lot in this area. he was born and raised as a noble child, and then went straight into becoming a protector of the city he grew up in. he'd feel a little flustered at a few things, the ideas and thoughts that come to him while together with you. he's even more embarrassed as he goes to his sister for advice on how to deal with such emotions. he reads books, fiction of romance that he does best to turn into your reality. it's not perfect— he's still clueless on what's a really good date— but he's always trying harder just for you.

it's not often that he gets free time, but once he does, he's quick to seek you out... after his sister of course. for many good reasons, actually. other than the usual check in with his sister he loves so dearly, she is more helpful than most others despite her teasing. serval is a big source of support in his relationship with you, not to say you two can't handle it yourselves. he's just rather clueless about love as a whole sometimes, and she's there to give him a little nudge in the right direction. thanks to her, gepard brought you flowers once, and he does it every so often.

never underestimate the lengths he'd go for you. he may be constantly out there in the front lines trying to combat the antimatter legion and the fragmentum, and he may be busy with training the guards or some other silvermane business, but he would always keep you in mind. you're part of his motivation, and you've grown to be the biggest part of it. you could tell him it's nothing important, if you ask for something, like a favour or likewise, but because it's you, he'll put it right at the top of his priorities. you are his priority.

dates are difficult, especially when you're captain of the guards. walking around with him attracts more attention than any other thing, but it doesn't stop him from inviting you out. the luxuries of belobog would be easy for him to indulge in, as a landau and as captain, but truly, simply spending time with him is enough. your favourite dates are ones where you freely walk aimlessly in the day, perhaps after a bite to eat. fresh snowfall is light upon the city streets, unlike the eternal freeze. you find it hard to resist temptation, letting yourself be swept off your feet for a sweet kiss in the everlasting winter snow.

gepard landau has an immense lack of charm. he's stubborn, he's uncompromising, and maybe even a little dense or a little blunt. but the brighter side of these qualities always show around you. he'll find a way to see you, and he won't rest until he has. his lack of knowledge in this department has him cutely flustered from time to time, but also has him doing unknowingly romantic things. he loves you, and he wants you to know that.

#crysts.corner #trailblazer.cryst #welt yang #hsr welt #welt x reader #hsr welt x reader #welt yang x reader #gepard #gepard landau #hsr gepard #gepard x reader #hsr gepard x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai: star rail #honkai star rail

[jadeddangel]

if you do poly stuff could I get a Lute x reader x Adam

I 100% DO POLY STUFF OMFG I SIMP FOR THEM SO BAD

Lute x reader x Adam

Headcannons and blurbs

warnings: hints of smut here and there but mostly toothrotting fluff

If you are under the age of 18 or legal age, please don't interact

Adam may not always treat you and lute the best but there's never really a doubt from either of you

Adam does his best to spend time equally but unfortunately with lute being his second in command he's constantly working with her

The moment one of their masks comes off when they get home on the other hand they're both yours for as Ling as they can be

Adam and lute had been gone all day, between planning the exterminations and dealing with having to train new exterminators they were wiped. You had worked as a secretary for Sera and Emily, so you were usually home pretty late. Adam and Lute picked up some pizza on the way home and were just waiting. Emily had been running you ragged having you play with her, color for hours, climb through a play place that she insisted on having for the younger sould and unfortunately she hadn't really taken into account that you needed to eat, so all day you had been starving. You were finally allowed to go home after heaven started to get dark to allow souls to rest. You were trugging up the stairs of your building going straight to your shared loft. You stepped into the loft, kicking your shoes off and hanging your bag, taking notice to the 2 masks already at the door. "Guys, I'm home!" You called out weakly as you stepped into the living room. They were sitting together on the couch cuddled up together while watching a movie. Lute took notice to you first and moved so she was standing on her knees on the couch as she waved you over. You gave her a weak smile as you leaned down and gave her a sweet kiss putting your hand on the side of her head as she immediately pulled you down more letting the kiss start to get heated as she pushed her tongue into her mouth. At this point, Adam took notice of you being back due to the happy little hums and heavy breaths that he was hearing next to him, Adam cleared his throat, trying to bring attention back to him. Lute pulled away before kissing your nose playfully. You laughed a bit before looking over at Adam. Adam gave you a small smile "Well hi there, sugar tits.. where's my kiss, huh? A kiss for your favorite boy?" Adam teased

It was often like this calm and sweet, and aside from Adam's minor sexist and misogynistic moments here and there

Lute always called him on his shit though

The only time your routine ever changed was the week after the exterminations

That was when mating season started, due to most of the angels being bird or animal based, which caused heaven to basically shut down

You, Adam, and lute just stayed in your apartment making a nest out of pillows and blankets

It was also one of the only times Adam took over cooking, insisting that you needed rest for later activities

Now, when it comes down to sex, Adam refuses to bottom, and so does lute (but not as harshly), leaving you between a rock and a hard place when you try to top

They're definitely big on restraints ,breeding, and marking. They just have to let anyone and everyone know who you belong to

Lute is rather quiet ob the vocal spectrum, and Adam only lets out curses and heavy breathes

Adam literally sucks at aftercare. He'll waste all of his energy focusing on fucking you silly that he's usually passed out by the end of it

Now, don't get lute wrong she loves you and loves to take care of you, but she isn't the best at aftercare either.

Lute will get you in a nice warm bath, maybe put warm compresses and massage on places that hurt and then will just put on a show in the background

Lute usually pays more attention to cleaning you up rather than Adam, she just takes a damp rag and just wipes him down

Cuddles are a must between the 2 of them

I mean it, they're so scared of losing you that they cling to you for dear life the moment you get home

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin smut #x reader #adam x reader smut #hazbin adam #adam smut #adam x reader #hazbin adam smut #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x reader #lute x reader x adam #adam x lute #lute x reader smut #jaded works🪶

[joshlmbrt]

Also I was wondering if you could do King steve harrington falls in love with good girl innocent reader and he changes for the best once he starts dating her and just fluffy fluff

I don’t wanna lose you, hope it never ends. part one.

[ part two | part three ]

summary: robin’s ramblings of tammy thompson, king steve being . . . himself, you having a crush, movie nights with cherry coke & exaggerated conclusions from robin, and a toothrotting kiss candy, and dustin, and a call that never comes.

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warnings: not gender specific, king!steve era, hopefully toothrotting fluff, one small mentions of death - really quick though, and maybe a smidge of angst at the end.

an: loved this request, and loved writing this! thank you again for requesting 😭🫶🏻 (might write a part two because i kind of see this going somewhere …. what do we think? 😛)

MONDAY.

“And she looked at me!” Robin squeals into your ear, your face scrunching up from the noise.

“Yeah, yes. That’s-That’s great, Robs.” You don’t mean to sound rude, but the ringing in your ear from your friend didn’t help the headache at all.

She pouts, crossing her arms. “What’s the matter? You don’t love me anymore?”

You send a teasing glance her way. “Trust me. You’d know if I didn’t,” She grins. “I do love you, but I’m just tired.” You shut your locker door, glancing over Robins shoulder.

“Great!” She places her hands on your shoulders, shaking you a bit. “But stop looking a Steve. You’re making me wanna gag.”

Your jaw drops. “How dare you accuse me of such a thing!”

Her face drops and her eyes droop a bit, giving you a ‘really?’ look. “Yeah, okay. I can practically see the heart eyes! Anyone can!”

“Oh, come on! I’m not looking at him!” Or his dreamy brown eyes, the blue sweater and levi’s that always seem to fit him perfectly, or the-

“You can deny all you want, but I know you,” She points at you, closing one eye. “And I know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m not thinking anything.” Quite literally because every time you seem to look at Steve, your mind goes totally blank.

“They broke up.”

“Who?” You feign confusion. You knew who.

She gives you the same look. “Steve and Nancy.”

You pout a bit, walking past Robin and she follows after you. “That’s too bad. They were cute.”

Robin rolls her eyes so far, you’re worried they’ll get stuck in the back of her head.

You walk past the smell of cashmere and Marlboro Reds smoke. A weirdly, sweet combination that you’d love for it to linger.

Your eyes glance towards Steve, quickly looking away once you realize he’s already looking.

Your cheeks flush and you tighten your grip on your books and you keep your head down, as always.

-

FRIDAY.

You slip into your chair, happy that the day has flew by and tonight is yours and Robins annual movie night.

On tonight: THE OUTSIDERS

Snacks: popcorn, cherry coke, and gummies.

The seat beside you scrapes against the floor and you wince at the sound, leaning over to grab your folder and pencil.

Before placing the items down, you pause.

There’s a folded up piece of paper on the desk in front of you.

Your eyes cut over to the left.

The seat is empty.

They glance towards the right.

And widened.

Steve Harrington - King of Hawkins - sitting next to you.

It was completely fine. You’re completely fine. There’s no way you were sweating right now.

Absolutely not.

Especially when he looks over at you, a smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes glance at the paper before quickly looking back at you, nodding slightly.

You force yourself to look away, placing your folder and pencil down finally, slowly, before picking up the paper.

You hoped you didn’t look too eager while opening it.

Call me.

And below was his number. You quickly look back over at him and he nods once again. You nod softly, folding the paper back and placing it into your bag.

You squeal internally.

-

FRIDAY NIGHT.

“So, tomorrow?” You twirl the cord around your finger.

You were the embodiment of a lovesick teenager, legs folded together at the ankles, swinging back and forth, giggling as you blush and look down at your sheets.

Robin lifts her brows as she stops by your door, watching you.

Lovesick teenager. I knew it.

You quickly look up, smiling at her widely.

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up. 6:30?”

“That sounds good. I’ll see then,” You pause before looking away from Robin. “Goodnight, Steve.”

You then hang up, placing your phone over to the side.

You slowly sit up, avoiding Robin’s ‘I told you so’ look.

“I-”

You finish for her. “Told you so,” You lie back onto your bed, feeling it dip under Robin’s weight as she joins your side after dropping her bag off in the corner of your room. “But hey, what was I supposed to do? Pass up the offer to go on a date with Steve?”

She gives you a look. “Personally, I would. But we are different.”

You roll your eyes, nudging her shoulder with yours. “If it doesn’t go well, no more Steve.”

“Promise? Every time you look at him I wanna throw myself off of a building.”

You sit up, huffing at her - always one to be dramatic. “Yes. I promise. Now come on, Patrick Sawyze is in my VCR waiting for us.”

She cackles at that, standing up after kicking off her converse. “You’re so dramatic.

-

SATURDAY.

“What if you guys get married and run off and you leave me here?” Robin asks suddenly.

You almost burn yourself with your hot iron. You place it down. “You can’t just say stuff like that out of the blue while i’m holding a hot iron close to my face,” You turn to look at the girl who was laying on your bed, flipping pages of magazines slowly.

She looked sad.

You frown a bit, standing from your vanity chair and walk over to her, laying beside her on your stomach and you nudge her shoulder softly.

“Hey, Robs,” You say softly. “I know you’re worried about not finding anyone. . . But I promise you, you will,” She looks up at you now. “We’re teenagers for crying out loud! I’m doing this so I can go on a date.”

“And because you like Steve.” She points out.

You rub your lips together. “And because I like Steve,” You repeat her words. “But you will find someone, okay? You’re a great person with a wonderful personality. Anyone would be lucky to have you.” You pat her hand.

She smiles and leans her head on your shoulder, her vanilla shampoo invades your nose.

“And even if we did run off, I definitely wouldn’t forget you. You’d be coming with us.” You laugh softly.

She giggles a bit at that, shaking her head. You lift from your bed, patting her head softly before continuing getting ready.

“You’re my best friend, you know that right?” She asks.

You smile. “You’re my best friend too.”

-

SATURDAY NIGHT, 6:30.

A knock makes you almost jump out of your skin. Robin was long gone, wanting to go home before any mushy stuff happened - you wanted to roll your eyes at her.

Your parents definitely wouldn’t be knocking.

So that means. . . it could only be one person.

You stand from the couch, smoothing out your clothes before walking towards the door and opening it.

Steve Harrington in all his Levi glory.

And pretty flowers.

“You look great.” He smiles softly. He then holds the flowers out for you. You grab them from his hand.

“Thank you,” You smile. “You do too. I’ll put these in some water before we go. You can come in if you’d like.”

He nods, stepping into the home, but not allowing himself to go any further.

You step into the kitchen, moving as quick as you could, before placing them in the middle of the counter.

“Alright,” You step out into the living room. “I’m ready.”

He nods, opening the door for you, allowing you to go first.

And the rest of the night, he was a real gentleman.

Opening doors for you, holding your hand, and paying for the snacks at the Drive-in, keeping a respectful distance unless you had moved closer.

The walk to your front door made you feel sad that it was over, but happy that it happened.

“I had fun.” Steve nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he looks at you.

You smile, eyes crinkling at the sides. “Yeah, me too,” You tuck some hair behind your ear. “We should. . . We should do this again.”

“Yeah,” He nods. There was a piece of hair that had landed against his forehead. You wanted to push it away. “We should.”

He steps closer.

Your breath hitches in your throat, heart speeding up.

“I’ll call you.”

Your eyes brighten up at the words. “Really?”

“Mhm.” His breath smelt like cherries and toothrotting sugar.

Your eyes track his movements. The leaning in, the fluttering of his eyes, and his tongue peeking out to wet his lips.

Your eyes close, waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

And a peck on the cheek is what you’re met with.

Your eyes quickly open and you watch as he pulls back, a small smile on his face.

“Goodnight.” He hums softly, walking off.

You stand there, baffled. “G-goodnight.” You call after him.

He turns to glance back at you, before shaking his head a bit, getting into his car.

-

SUNDAY AFTERNOON.

“Maybe he died.” Robin says nonchalantly.

You gasp. “Robs!”

“What?!”

“Don’t. . . Don’t say that!”

“Oh, come on. I didn’t mean that in a bad way! Accidents happen all the time! You know, about-”

“Okay, okay. I gotta go, Dustin’s wants me to play this game. Bye, Robs. I’ll call you later.” You quickly hang up, not wanting to hear the possibility of Steve’s death being accidental.

Dustin glances up at you. “Finally!”

You shake your head, laughing softly. “Sorry, Dusty. It’s just you and I now! Okay. What’s the rules?”

Dustin grins, his eyes lighting up.

The poor boy didn’t even realize you weren’t listening, just nodding along to whatever he was saying, eyes glancing back at the phone.

Waiting for the call that would never come.

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[ivanzplaid]

Ok so I have this idea but I don't know how to write it. Can I get head cannons for Vincent Sinclair, Amanda Young, Billy Lenz, Otis Driftwood, Doomhead and Jason Voorhees if that's not too much. So they give their s/o a piece of clothing and their s/o returns it but they sprayed their perfume/colonge on it so it smells like them and the slashers reactions to finding that out. Thank you <3

im clearing out my inbox and i saw this and i screamed because I LOVE THIS PROMPT OMG??? adorable i love them all snd im screaming, you always give the best requests 😭

the slashers you chose are adorable theyre so perfect for this btw. ive been having some bill mosely brain rot so im literally rolling. i am adding leo barnes because yk i gotta spread my gospel about niche little characters i love, sorry man✊ but all other slashers are included!!

there are only 10-12 hcs per character this time because theres so many people my b💔

requests r open, masterlist is up!!!

Slashers + Leo Barnes x Gn!Reader + Giving back clothes (that smells like the reader)

Warnings: fluff, some wiseass comments from otis and doomhead, some trauma mentions from amanda, vincent & leo's source, like a LITTLE nsfw in leo's section.... mainly toothrotting fluff imma keep it real

Vincent Sinclair

vincent loves to be reminded of you, he loves to see himself in you ( or you in him ) because hes proud to have someone in his life as loving and gracious as you are, so he didnt hesitate to give his s/o a piece of his clothing

you wearing one of his sweaters, or even sweatpants, has him lightly smiling beneath his mask. he thinks you look like a piece of art in it, and wants to hold and touch you because of that

so after a few days of having it and wearing it, it was bound to smell like you. but just to play with him, you sprayed a little bit more of your cologne on, knowing he'll always think of you when wearing it

when he receives it, hes left wanting to be with you. youre on his brain, youve left him longing for your presence, something in his brain clicked. he'll be laying his head on your shoulder and laying with you, putting his head in the crook of your neck, or even painting you

he loves to be reminded of you, youre a comfort for him. hes unstable and unwell at times, so if youre ever not there or hes stalking his next victims, hes reassured by the thought of you. that youll be waiting or coming back for him soon

will steal your cologne to spray on himself sometimes. he cant hate, it smells good, you have taste. its a motivator for him sometimes, using it to get things done or complete projects that hes lost his spark on

has fallen asleep with his clothes on his face when you werent in bed with him. he didnt mean to, but he was so relaxed and tired, at ease for once, that he dozed off thinking of you

bo will think its ridiculous how he treasures those clothes and wears them more often, but vincents nature leads him to leaning back on you, and this helps with his anxiety or displeasure at times

hes reminded of certain memories you two have together when he smells it, reminiscing in those times. this may spark him to think of some more date ideas. it lowkey makes him more romantic because he wants to be greater for & with you

because of his childhood, stability and reassurance are things he needs, and this really helps him, both in the relationship and in his own life

Amanda Young

she is more than happy to give you her clothes, shes used to sharing and to have someone genuinely wanting her and to be reminded of her is something big

now she is a bit excited and suprised. she probably thinks you didnt mean to do this, and that your cologne/perfume accidentally rubbed off on the clothes she gave you, but its a happy suprise

is almost ashamed of how long she wears / doesnt wash the clothes. its comforting to know that you wore it, and lived in it, and was happy while doing so. she likes to have happy memories connected to her belongings, so this is meaningful

"You should wear my clothes more often- here," she says as she hands you a mound of stuff she thinks youd like. shes trying to be inconspicuous about it but you let out a slight giggle as you of course take it

likes to spritz herself with your perfume/cologne once before the day, it may not be the entirely same thing but she loves to copy what you do

will be more relaxed and in a better mood because of it, she'll be smiling a bit more often and giggling, and may even be in a lighter mood when shes out doing apprentice jobs

once she finds out you did it on purpose, she laughs and thinks its sweet how you thought if her and wanted to do this for her

will start to do it when you lend her clothes, making it a little tradition to spritz her perfume on anything you give her. it makes you laugh about how she picked up on it so quickly, but atleast your laundry hamper smells good now

the other apprentices and john start to notice her new perfume/cologne smell and are a bit curious, but she brushes it off. the others recognizing your perfume/cologne make her prideful to have and be with you, youre the thing shes most proud of

"I.. uhm, bought you more of your cologne/perfume, I noticed you were running low. And I know you really like it." she'll begin to memorize the brand and ones that you might like, surprising you with them as little gifts

Otis Driftwood

he loves sharing clothes, in fact, you two share a clothes drawer/closet. he thinks the moment you two shared a room was the moment your stuff was his and his was yours, he has a bad time with boundaries

he sees you one day in his t shirt and laughs, he thinks its funny that you wear his stuff casually. out of spite, he may steal one of your tops and parade around in it like an ass, but he does love seeing you in his stuff

however, when he gets it back, and is suffocated by your signature smell, he has two reactions. one is: "Aw sweetie what the hell *violently and dramatically coughs* im suffocatin' over here!" (he loves it)

and two is: "Oh baby.. you smell so good.. C'mere." he is going to be stuck on you and drunk on your cologne/perfume, yes he will be much more sexual, yes he is going to hover around you, entertaining you like this

he can never get enough of his s/o, and this only makes it worse. hes always thinking about you because the smell is always lingering in the back of his head

he'll get distracted easily and often forget what hes doing because hes wanting to be with you, or hes thinking about holding you. it'll be to the point where hes making his art pieces, configuring victims in the way he wants, and he just trails off

will hold you down and just rest his head in the crook of your neck so he can be at peace and smell your cologne/perfume, its calming to him and he does it to ground his mind alot

can and will bite you, little lovebites around your neck and collarbone because he has the urge to be close to you from your signature scent, its like primal urges with him

"Ohh Darlin'.. yer teasing me by smelling that good.." has very bad self restraint when it comes to you, he just loves you so much that he wants to show you

if grandpa hugo gives you any shit for wearing and 'fuckin up' otis's clothes, otis will not hesitate to defend you and call him delusional. is 100% at your defense because he doesnt let anyone shit talk you

Leo Barnes

leo may not care as much, he notices when youre actively wearing his stuff, but doesnt notice if some of his shirts are gone. he is a typical guy when it comes to that

however when he sees you in his clothes, its semi-comforting. its almost nice because he feels like youre protected, a vibe of "they're mine". hes a possessive and protective man, especially after his son died, he has an urge for you to be with him, and this is a way for you to be 'with him' in a sense

loves to come up behind you and rest his chin on your head, rubbing your arms as he secretly relishes in the sight of you. he is a is a secret physical contact love language guy if youve been in the relationship for a bit, it comforts him to know that youre there with him

when you finally give him back his clothes, he unsuspectingly finds out they smell like your cologne/perfume as he was going to wash them (which he quickly stopped, putting them to his nose to confirm his initial thought)

a sprinkle of nsfw... he secretly brings the clothes you spritzed your cologne/perfume on to his bed, shutting the door before laying down, holding it to his nose and jerking off, reminiscing on how tempting you are to do this to him, he'll be sure to confront you about it.. after hes finished

you'll see him immediately wear those clothes (casually of course, he cant let you think hes gone obsessed). its honestly therapeutic for him because of his trauma with loss of a loved one, feeling out of control and like he needs to have a sign of you with him

he'll confront you soooo normally about it, laughing and taunting you a bit about how you did this to torture him, since you knew he wouldnt be able to resist you. its loosened him up and made him a bit more soft. he'll laugh as he speaks and raises his eyebrows amused as you try to explain yourself

"So.. You drowned my clothes in your cologne/perfume? Not complaining.. the opposite actually. I'll be sure to get some more while I'm out," acting so nonchalant as he begins to mentally note the brand, hes now addicted to it because it represents you

will fall asleep with his head in the crook of your neck, or on your shoulder, because the smell comforts him to the point where hes able to be vulnerable, because he knows its you

almost makes him more possessive, he feels that youre his. the scent makes him more serious/stern when others are around, its literally primal for him, he cant help it

Doomhead

he thinks this is ALLL ridiculous, but isnt against it, quite the opposite, seeing you in his clothes makes him proud, and even if he teases you for it, he sees it as a sign of loyalty, and he ruffles/pats your hair when he sees it

"Well dontcha look nice now.. glad to see youre wasting my clean clothes" painfully an ass and sarcastic, but in one minute hes about to massage your shoulders because he needs to touch you since you look so perfect

if youve taken his sweatshirt or t shirt, he loves to grab you by the collar of it and pull you close, feeling a lot more in control snd dominant than usual

when you give him back his clothes, he tosses it aside, not using it or seeing what you did till he goes to wear it again (he js a STINKY man lets be real). when he finslly smells it, he laughs hard, knowing that you did it to get a reaction out of him, and thats what you'll get

he thinks its amusing, and he'll confront you in the most dramatic manner possible. putting and arm out and cornering you before slyly smiling, taunting you as he casually holds out the clothes

"Very amusing toots.. I love what youve done with it. You think I wouldnt notice?" after that hes going to drag you away, teasing you and giving you lovebites, tracing his finger over your shoulders, he wants you to know how much he likes it

can and will wear it to 31 if he can, hes not gonna tell you he did, but smelling you jolts him with motivation, especially when he knows he has a long night ahead of him

secretly steals your cologne/perfume if hes missing you, will snort it like its coke, but he needs it to stay stable for the moment

will hold onto you as you fall asleep in bed now, his grip is tight, he wants to fall asleep and wake up to your smell, it is oddly comforting and gives him a deep ass nights sleep

is a bit more in affection now because hes growing, he wants to be closer to you in any situation, his connection and relationship has grown deeper strangely because of this

Jason Vorhees

jason has very.. limited options for clothing, but his mother taught him well, so he shares like a gentleman. he'll even put it on you, gently placing his coat on your shoulders, or sliding you into his loose t-shirt

it brings him soso much joy to see you in his stuff, hes happy to know that you love it too, that you love him. seeing that its a bit big makes him smile, its funny how you still wear it even if it doesnt exactly fit

flaunt the outfits to him and he'll worship you, thinking of how good you look and how hes going to be lending you a lot more clothes, especially if you like it. if youre happy, hes happy

when he gets the clothes back, going to fold them back up to put away, he gets a sniff of them, and to his surprise, they smell lovely, they smell immensely like you. at first he assumes its just because you wore it so much, but he does inside love how abundant the cologne/perfume is, he relishes in it

is veryyy happy to see you the next morning, in an even greater mood than before, hugging you and picking you up everywhere, something about you is just a pick-me-up for him

youll see him wearing the outfit you had on.. no relation to anything, he just takes inspiration. however youll catch him holding a sleeve up and closing his eyes, and thats when you question him, which leads him to trying to shrug the topic off

youll say that you put some of your own cologne/perfume on for a little surprise, and thats when he realizes how lucky he is to be with you, he thinks youre so considerate for it, it almost reminds him of his mother, because she used to spray her perfume everywhere, giving him soft memories about him growing up with her, so this behavior is almost encouraged and is very comforting for him

he may start to want his own cologne after this, to match with you, and so he can smell good for you. he'd want the scents to match, and for his to compliment yours, because its the only right way in his mind

hes proud to be so lucky to have someone like you, wearing your cologne/perfume often, and spritzing it in moderation for when hes out hunting, still wanting to be reminded of you

he likes to have you lay on him while he sleeps, so that he can be close, trace your features, and be at totally contempt with his life

Billy Lenz

now billy is ecstatic about you taking his clothes, hes jumping off the walls and screaming in joy because you wanna even touch and be seen in his stuff, since hes used to being treated like a monster

he wants you to show him IMMEDIATELY what you look like in it, and hes going to be all touchy touchy, admiring you from every angle, maybe even stealing someones camera to get a photo

"Billy's pretty little piggy.. in his own shirt!! Too pretty.. too handsome..." he says as hes breathing heavily in your face, thinking hes acting normal

hes basically tracking when hes gonna get the clothes back because either way hes going to go insane and smell them and wear them and hold them

when he smells your cologne/perfume, he freezes in excitement before running to you, asking what you did and how you need to spray him with it and how he needs to hold you and cuddle you now because he needs to smell it again

when youre gone hes rummaging through your room, endlessly searching for your cologne/perfume, and once he finds it, not only is he going to douse the attic in it, he may slip a teensy bit into his drink... yes hes insane, he wants your essence to be inside him

charges at you and clings because hes in a trance of his own mind, your scent making him intoxicated for you now, hes obsessed with you and everything about you

speaking of this, he begins to notice the even littler details about you, like the hair wash you use or the selfcare/nail polish/clothing type you wear, he gets excited from memorizing every little detail about you

will growl if someone is getting too close to you and complimenting you & your cologne/perfume, even if he cant really be seen with you, he wants and needs everyone to know that hes claimed, and has got you

"Billy's piggy is so intricate... so detailed! Billy just wishes he could live in your skin for a day.. to see what you see!" morbid, yes, but he genuinely wants to see what you see, because if your little details are that impressive to him, he believes that what you choose and do in your ever day life is even better

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[oneshotnewbie]

guess who’s baaaaack !! tis i ur fav anon /j

okay but on a semi-serious note,, i’m so sorry for not popping in i’ve been SWAMPED with BTEC performing arts work </3 i’ve also been starting to watch greys anatomy & private practice….. soooo hear me out :3

possessive/dark!amelia shepherd x fem!reader angst to toothrotting-fluff <33 write to your hearts content w/ my request <333

- ❤️‍🩹 anon <333

Authors note: Maybe it's not what you wanted, but I had some real problems with this request. Maybe it's not the possessiveness that you were hoping for, but I really didn't know what to write ♥

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The living room, lit by lightning in a twilight state from a distant world, was filled with a tense atmosphere as you and Amelia faced each other. Your eyes met in a storm of anger and frustration, and every flash that twitched through the window was like a strike from heaven, adding more tone to the tornado of emotions raging between the two of you.

You stood with your arms crossed, your lips pressed into a thin line while your expression was stone. A tremor ran through your body, every muscle fiber tense with disappointment. The neurosurgeon, on the other hand, appeared calm, but her eyes sparkled with repressed emotion, her posture stiff with clenched fists and white knuckles that showed unrelenting tension. Her forehead erupting with wrinkles.

The air was thick with unspoken words, hanging between you like a heavy curtain of conflict as the lightning burst through the window shutters with loud rattling noises every second. Only in this brief, ephemeral brightness did the contours and outlines of your faces emerge in the pale light.

"That's ridiculous!" you roared, voice shaking with suppression. The words came out like an eruption from a long-dammed volcano, its lashing magma pouring down on the world and burying everything beneath it. "You can't just keep going and expect everything to be okay!"

"And what exactly do you expect from me?" Amelia shouted back exploding, breathing quick and shallow. Each word was like a punch in the air, the room literally shaking with the tension of each syllable while the coldness of her voice made the room icy and more frightening.

Your body language spoke louder than any words as you took a few steps forward, your jaw clenched tightly while your eyebrows were drawn deep into your forehead. Every muscle was tense, as if anger was manifesting itself in every part of your body and coursing through every vein. But the woman on the other side did not back away, stood with her head held high, her chest rising and falling quickly, her gaze challenging and yet full of pain.

Tears welled up in your eyes, the emotions boiling inside you like a raging storm. "I tried to explain to you how important this is to me, but you never listen to me when it comes to my needs!" you sobbed, your voice broken by the weight of the conflict. "This is so important to me and you act like you don't care!"

“Y/n, you’re completely exaggerating!” Amelia replied with firmness that hardly seemed to shake, but the undertone betrayed a hint of pain. Biting her lip hard, she looked away for a moment before looking steadily into your glassy eyes.

There was an unbearable silence in the room that separated the two of you further and was heavier than the words you had exchanged. The tension was like an invisible barrier between the two of you, yet it was palpable like an impenetrable fog. It stopped the two of you from approaching each other.

You burst into more tears, your body shaking with emotional exhaustion. "I can't accept that you see it that way. I can't go on like this anymore, it just hurts too much," you whispered, your trembling voice barely audible, your words cutting through the air like an icy wind. You swallowed hard, tears shining on your cheeks.

Amelia's shoulders suddenly dropped, her stomach sinking at the realization of what was coming. The expression on her face went from unfathomable anger to despair and disbelief as she lowered her gaze to the ground, a hint of regret growing in her eyes. "Y/n, please. Don't do this,"

“Maybe we should take a break,” you finally murmured, your voice thick with tears and filled with a painful thought about the rift that had hung over the two of you for months. "To give us clarity as to whether it all still makes sense."

Your words hung in the air as you both remained in a moment of paralysis, hearts heavy with the weight of the argument and the uncertainty about the future of your relationship. As it did, each flash cast an eerie glow across the walls and the shadows danced in wild patterns as if trying to mimic the relentless rhythm of your hearts. The natural spectacle seemed to plunge it into deepest darkness that triggered something in Amelia that she couldn't describe.

She walked towards you with slow steps before standing so close to you that a piece of paper barely fit between you. Her hand placed delicately and carefully on your wet cheeks, her fingers gently stroking your chin. "Am," you stated, knowing that settling an argument like that made things much worse and in no way solved the main issue. "We should really-"

"I hope you know that I'm only yours, right? Only yours," her dark and rough voice was deep with restraint as she whispered gently in your ear, her warm breath speeding up your heartbeat. Amelia already had you trapped and pressed between the wall and her own body, while her hand wandered dangerously close to your neck, ghosting over your delicate skin in slow motion. "Just because I work with a woman who flirts more than she works doesn't mean I reciprocate. I only belong to you.“

Her gaze flicked to your lips and she smiled dangerously at you. With the pad of one of her thumbs, she stroked your curved, provocatively attractive lips. Your breath hitched as the small touch sent a flutter of nerves to your stomach, goosebumps forming all over your body. Still, the anger, pain, and frustration of seeing Amelia and Eliza like that still lingered deep in your heart, an image you couldn't get out of your head. „Mhm,“

"Come on, y/n. Don't be naive. She just wants to get laid," you swallowed hard, blood rushing through your cheeks as she uttered the last sentence and your jealousy continued to skyrocket. „But the only one who will is you.“ she added to the previous sentence in a single shallow breath and a husky voice that made your knees tremble. 

Amelia´s hand shifted under your jaw before leaving trails of tingles, making you look directly in the warmth of her dark chocolate eyes. She laughed humorously as she ran her long fingers through your hair. „Y/n,“ she breathed, tightening her grip at the back of your head and you gulped, needing relief from the tension holding your body.

The world dropped away. Everything around you was a single blur, the only thing you could clearly focus on was her eyes locked on your own and the drumming of your pulse in your ears. You lifted a shaky hand to her chest, hearing her heart pounding rapidly against your palm. Her tongue darted across her lip, catching your gaze before our lips connected.

The kiss was slow, as though you both were content with savouring the waves of pleasure that washed over you. Amelia´s fingers on your hips shifted to trace your spine softly, the silent act of comfort warmed your hears as you tried to relax before she pulled away from you. "I'm sorry, my love. I don't want to lose you,"

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[cherubkeery]

Okay but like Steve takes the kids to the pool on a hot summers day, and readers a lifeguard. Steve is obsessed with reader since forever, and he plans on pulling that one scene in sandlot when the kid kisses the lifeguard by pretending to drown. Toothrotting fluff lol

“You only want to go because Y/n is going to be there. Don’t you have your own pool?” Dustin said. Eyeing Steve suspiciously.

“I thought it would be nice to have a pool day outside of my house, butthead. More fun, duh.” Steve said, having a terrible excuse on why they were all headed to the local pool, instead of the one in his back yard.

“More fun? There’s so many people in one pool. The water gets too warm and gross.” Max says in disgust. She’s crammed in the back with all the boys and El.

“Yeah and if it gets in your mouth it literally tastes like-.”

“Okay! Okay! I get it, I just thought we’ll uh socialize more duh.”

“Hmm sure, dingus sure. You’re definitely not going to go see a girl you’d been obsessed with. Since like forever.” Robin says. Steve just rolls his eyes. The drive there isn’t long but already seeing from outside of the parking lot. A huge crowd has already gathered around the pool.

“All for a girl.” Dustin says disapprovingly. But Steve ignores him. Because he sees you, high up on your lifeguard chair. Staring out to make sure everyone is safe. No one is drowning.

“Michael! Please don’t run in the pool!” You sound genuinely concern for the kid, unlike other lifeguards who yell angrily at the kids. He likes that about you, your gentle nature.

“Sorry!” The kid yells back.

A plan slowly concocts in Steve mind. A silly plan, but he knows it’ll get your attention. He doesn’t mention it to anyone but Robin gives him a look.

“Whatever it is, I don’t want to know.”

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Steve is a really great, outstanding swimmer. If he can say so himself. Which means he knows how to make it look like he’s drowning when he’s not. He knows your instinct to help him will overpower the fact that you know that about him.

He waits until less and less people have left the pool. Heading towards the deep end. He hopes you’re watching him glide in the water. So he knows phase one of his plan is working.

“You sure you can make it that far Harrington?” Max jokes, Steve only smiles at her. Which only sends Max’s eyebrows to go up. She carries on anyway, swimming toward El. Away from him.

Once he makes it to his destination is when he begins to pretend to drown.

“Oh my god! Steve!” He hears you scream, a smirk he hopes no one can see appears on his lip.

“I thought he knew how to swim!” Mike yells.

With the help of another lifeguard, they manage to pull him out. Steve can already see the look on Robin’s and Dustin face. But he doesn’t care, phase one of his plan succeeded.

The lifeguard leaves to go get something as you stay behind.

“Shit, is he okay?” Will asks.

“He’s full of shit.” Lucas counters.

“Are you sure he’s not dead?” El asks.

Steve can feel you lean down close to him, pressing your fingers to make sure he’s still breathing. Then as you begin to give him cpr. His lips begins to mush into yours. Your hand is still pressed on his arm, you pull away quickly. But you don’t seem mad.

“Hope you had your fun, Steve.” You say. You lean down close to him once more as you whisper. “If you’d just ask me, I would have let you kiss me a long time ago.”

That manages to make Steve cheeks go red. You get up slowly, Steve scans your body in your red one piece and he knows he’s acting like a savage teenage boy. But he doesn’t care, he finally got to kiss you.

“Yeah I’m officially done with you.” Dustin says, walking away and back to the pool.

“Very lame, dude.” Mike says, shaking head.

Steve doesn’t care. He watches as you climb back up onto the chair. You send a wink in his direction. He knows he sure to get your number now.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff

[kittencomicslol]

Gyutaro x reader requests :3

Requests are; Open!!

Hello hello hello!!! If u know me, u know I love Gyutaro (a concerning amount but hey we all have our struggles)

I most likely will not do full entire fanfictions but rather little headcannons/senarios. I’ve done these on my wattpad so for reference this is what I mean by that (no need to actually read this it’s just to show how i do my shit lol) but if you request something and I REALLLYY like the idea or if I’m pumped full of motivation, I might do a full one.

Edit; okay!! What the fart! The link won’t work ig no reference for yall

Here are some guidelines for what I will/wont write, and then under that I’ll set up a little master-List ^_^

Also sen I know you frequent tumblr and the ds tag aswell so helloo! Hello hello!! Ily!! :3

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What I will definitely write!! (If it’s not on here I can try, but this is stuff I definitely will do!!)

-Fluff, I love love LOVE toothrotting fluff

-Angst, depending on how mentally stable I currently am when writing

-Hurt comfort LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE hurt comfort

-Reader w disabilities

-Phobias

-Disorders

-Readers who have gone through past grooming/abuse (I feel u yall ❤️)

-Gore (it’s demon slayer like cmon it’s gonna happen at some point when it comes to something)

-Cannibalism (same sitch as gore, demons n stuff bro)

-Human reader

-Demon reader

-Yokai reader

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What I won’t/can’t do

-NSFW!! I am a minor :3 (ofc I can leave jokes or mentions of shit but I’m not gonna actually post nsfw as a minor)

-M! reader (sorry I just gen suck w it and I’m mostly writing these 4 me, I’m sorry 💔 this does not apply to mtf trans topics!! ❤️)

-Depictions of something unhealthy (grooming, gaslighting, abuse, manipulation, pedophilla, not cool stuff!! I can write this in hurt comfort/taking about trauma but I will NEVER make it something to actually do w the relationship)

-Yandere stuff (though I love this as a horror idea, a lot of ppl actually enjoy romanticizing yandere stuff which classifies as romanticizing abuse. That is totally not cool!! I hate writing that stuff bc it normalizes those topics to younger ppl reading which is dangerous!)

-Incell shit. I’ve seen too many ppl on here go ‘oh Gyutaro is an incell’ ‘I fought the incell accusations and lost’ well I DIDNT. I don’t care about the plot at all, Gyutaro literally RAISED A GIRL. IN THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT. He literally taught her to defend herself against creepy men!! Like cmon guys use critical thinking and common sense pls 😭😭

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I do not know how frequently I will be able to post/write. My life is literally in limbo rn and I am prioritizing myself‼️‼️

If you wanna ask just send it in as a question for my blog, I can work w it that way. Idk if that’s how ppl usually do it or not I’m new to tumblr but fuck it we ball 🔥🔥

And I am posting this 10 minutes before new years, let’s kick 2024 off with scribbles about our favorite demon boy!! <3

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Masterlist!! (Hc / fanfiction

!Human Gyu with an !upper moon reader

Random self indulgent fluff fanfiction

How Gyutaro would like to cuddle

Comforting him with snuggles n praise

#gyutaro #gyutaro demon slayer #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x you #fanficton #x reader #demonslayer #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #kny #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yabia x reader #gyutaro shabana #male wife #oh my god I’m litteraly in LOVE with this man

[beanswrites]

At The Brink Of Dawn

i'm sick so i really really felt like i needed some of this toothrotting fluff

and i think i might be back in peter b. parker brainrot soo hope you enjoy!!

pairings: Peter B. Parker (from Spiderman: Spiderverse) x fem! reader

tags: fluff, cuddling, kissing, Peter and reader are engaged

summary: one warm, lazy morning Peter and you share

masterlist

"Mmhh.." You mumble as your eyes slowly open, getting used to the sunlight which passed your blinds and lit up your room.

It was early, you knew. The alarm you set for 9 AM still hasn't rang, and the warm body next to you was, well, still asleep. Either your fiance slept in with you, or you had the pleasure of waking up before him.

One strong bicep is wrapped around you, holding you as if you were his life-sized teddy bear. You try to wiggle out of his arms to get up, but he doesn't let you, tightening his half-asleep grip.

"Mh, honey? You awake?"

You ask, turning to face him. He's letting out soft little snores as you cuddle close to his chest.

"C'mon, Spidey, wake up..." You press kisses into his stubbled jaw, trying to gently stir him awake.

Peter groaned, not very pleased to wake up.

"Mornin', hun..." He sleepily hummed into your hair, greedy hands running to grab at your flesh and feel your skin pressed to his. His calloused palms went under the hem of his T-shirt you always wore to sleep, grabbing a handful of your tighs.

"Peter!" You laugh as you feel him kneed your curves, almost as if he was making sure that you were actually there, next to him. Suddenly, his strong arms pull you too him, flipping you to be spread on top of his chest. You cuddled into his dad-bod, letting him twirl your hair between his fingers.

"How'd you sleep, babe?"

"Like. A. Baby. Literally never better. In fact, I could sleep even more, yeah?"

He manhandles you again, pressing you to him as if he was holding a stuffed animal, your face completely pressed into a large, naked bicep. You bite at his muscles gently, as if trying to wake him up.

"Peter, we need to get up! We have that meeting with the wedding planner at ten!"

"We'll call, reschedule. She'll get it. I mean, c'mon, we can't be the fist engaged couple who didn't show up to a meeting 'cause they couldn't get out of bed"

You groaned, trying to push his much heavier and much stronger body from under the covers. Your future husband didn't move an inch, which made you bring out the only other thing you knew would get him up.

"Oh, I guess you aren't as excited for the wedding as I am..." You sigh dramatically, turning away from him. His eyes are wide and his mouth slightly agape as he exclaims "No!"

Peter grabs you, hugging you tightly, placing wet, messy kisses over your entire face. Like a dog, you thought.

"No, I'm so excited to marry you, hun! You have no idea- It's all I can think about! I can't wait, seriously, I can't wait for you to be all mine! 'Kay, baby?"

You chuckle at your fiance's desparate attempt to reassure you, slowly kissing his chapped lips.

"C'mon, lets make breakfast. I was thinking waffles?"

He smiles wide, kissing you back with a glint in his eyes.

"If I ever say no to your homemade waffles, assume that it's not me and tackle me to do ground"

You and your future husband, your Spiderman, made your way to your kitchen, laughing and kissing in your pyjamas.

#spiderman #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #peter b parker #fluff #fluff drabble #spiderman fluff #spiderman drabble #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker x you #peter b parker x y/n #my writing

[phxntomsdusk]

Can I request a Ted Nivison x maleReader? Like the reader is a guest on the Podcast or in one of his videos and the viewers slowly watch them fall for each other?

Butterflies - Ted x Masc!reader

warnings: swearing (just once but still), gay jokes (mostly from/towards/about schlatt), toothrotting fluff !! also my first ted fic/blurb so bare with me, it’ll def suck

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog (ask to be added!)

word count: 411

“So, Y/N, it’s great to have you here.” Ted looked over at you with a gentle smile, followed by Schlatt and Charlie.

You were invited onto the podcast at the last minute, but you gladly agreed to do it. There was something about Ted though the second you arrived, his eyes immediately softened and his words were much more gentle towards you. You had watched previous episodes of the podcast, and he was treating you differently than any other guest, almost like you were special to him.

You were worried to bring it up, mostly because you knew Schlatt would probably make a petty gay joke at your expense, but thankfully he was funny about it.

When you and Ted would hold eye contact for too long, he would reach a hand in between you two and snap his fingers. “Stop it, you’re practically fucking with eye contact.” He would laugh, and so would Charlie, and you and Ted would sit there with embarrassed expressions.

It was a struggle to even maintain conversation, considering Ted would get distracted midway through a sentence while staring at you.

“Ted!” Charlie reached over and shook his shoulder, laughing at his startled expression. “I swear, you guys are gayer than Schlatt, and he’s literally kissed a guy.” This of course sparked up a small argument between those two, leaving you and Ted to simply bask in each other’s awkwardness.

You knew he wasn’t one to fall for a guy easily, let alone talk about it. You were fully convinced he was straight, but the way he kept looking at you gave you butterflies each and every time.

By the time filming was wrapped up, there was a solid 30 minutes that was pure silence between you and Ted. Of course, if they were to edit, it would be easy to hide it. But you highly doubted they would.

As you packed up your things, which was just your phone, headphones, keys and wallet, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, I was wondering if you’d be cool with hanging out this weekend? Like.. a date?” The question threw you off, he was actually asking you on a date? “Yeah. I’d love to.” You smiled up at him, watching as he nodded and turned away from you, giving Charlie and Schlatt loud high fives and frat boy-like cheers.

It was safe to say you went back home with butterflies swarming in your stomach still.

#phxntomsdusk #phxntoms fics #ted nivison #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison x y/n #ted nivison x you #ted nivison fluff #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich

[wineauntie]

can you write on for quinn where you cook dinner together

A SUNDAY KIND OF LOVE – quinn hughes x gf!reader (smut)

note: I know this isn’t my Luke imagine but I couldn’t sleep until I wrote this request! I was so in love with this idea and I can’t lie, I hadn’t planned on it slipping into nsfw material but it all just happened before I could stop, so I hope you enjoy it!

Smut will be separated with asterisks***

warnings: SMALL SECTION OF NSFW CONTENT, MDNI 18+, fem!reader, smut, fingering, f receiving, reader is a ray of sunshine, fluff to the extreme– Quinn is so whipped for reader. Use of nicknames: pretty girl, sweet girl and baby. Quinn has a dirty mouth fr, reader likes cooking and baking.

word count: 3.7k+

One thing you had yet to get used to was the coldness that could sweep across Vancouver. Winter was never too extreme here but occasionally, the snow and stormy weather would infiltrate and last anywhere from a few days to a week. You loved the snow with your whole heart, you just hated being cold...hence why the heating in the apartment had been on blast since you’d reentered your home. You'd been sent home early, by your manager when she'd heard that there was a storm inbound. You'd jumped at the opportunity and rushed home as soon as possible.

Upon your arrival home, you'd instantly stripped yourself of your multiple layers and shrugged on a pair of your fluffiest socks. You'd flitted around the apartment lighting several candles around the kitchen, and living room, along with turning on various lamps you'd found in thrift shops downtown.

You hummed lightly, content in the comfort as you moved into the kitchen, an empty cup that had once been filled to the brim with tea tucked in your hand. The kitchen was your pride and joy out of the whole apartment. It had been painted a softened yellow hue, with white vinyl cabinets and rustic wooden shelves stocked with plants, cooking books and various trinkets. Your varnished wooden countertops lay home to multiple chopping boards, even more plants and a range of appliances.

"I'll be home in five :)"

Your smile widened as the text lit up your phone. You bit your lip as you placed the cup by the kettle and leaned against one of the countertops, your eyes scanning the silent kitchen. You turned towards the small radio hidden between the plants behind you on the windowsill, as your thumb scrolled through your Spotify playlist on your phone whilst the Bluetooth connected. Selecting your favourite playlist, you let out a content sigh, turning up the volume to fill the quiet.

You were in the mood to cook. The need always swept over you every time you stepped into the kitchen, but tonight it was overwhelming. You moved around the kitchen, opening cabinets and the fridge, searching for inspiration to hit you.

Your search was interrupted as the creaking of the front door erupted from the hallway. You heard rustling before the door creaked shut once more. You beamed and hurried towards the door, barrelling towards your boyfriend as he swiped the grey beanie off his head.

"Oh, hello," he smiled, letting his arms fall around you as you crashed into his chest. You felt giddy, quite like you always did when you found yourself around Quinn. "Have a good day?"

"Mhm..." You nodded as you unlatched from him, allowing him to take off his jacket and shoes. "Got sent home earlier due to the storm. How was practice?"

"Good, we just ran drills" Quinn supplied before he turned towards you and tackled you in another hug, basically carrying you towards the kitchen. "'m feeling a bit hungry though, will we order in?"

"I was thinking of making something," you spoke, your hands draped around his neck and your feet on top of his as he moved to set his keys on the counter. "I couldn't decide though...I wanted to wait and see what you'd maybe like."

It was Quinn's turn to hum as he bent down to bury his face in the nape of your neck. "What about pasta?" He suggested, as your eyes ran around the shelves for any stand-out cookery book.

"We had that yesterday," You dismissed with a frown whilst your eyebrows scrunched together.

"We could have it again," he shrugged, pressing a soft kiss to your pulse point. "The Italians have that stuff almost every day, surely we'll survive."

Your eyes lit up at his words as you yanked yourself from his grip and bounded across the kitchen. You pulled yourself up on top of one of the counters and grabbed a cooking book from the top shelf. As soon as you moved, Quinn followed, his arms anchored on either side of your legs in case you were to fall.

"How do you feel about pizza?" You questioned with a gleam in your eyes as Quinn helped you down from the counter. "I have a recipe that's easy to make from scratch...ooh! We could also make garlic bread!"

He watched you with soft eyes as you spoke excitedly, your eyes scanning the open cabinets for the ingredients. He loved to see you like this, with happiness radiating out of you. It made the stormy and snowy days like today seem incredibly irrelevant because who needed the sun when you'd bottled it up and released it with every grin you let slip across your face?

"Pizza sounds great, pretty girl." He smiled, his hands running down both of your arms soothingly.  "As long as I can help?" He didn't know your twinkling smile could grow any larger, but it had as you practically bounced across the kitchen to grab two aprons.

"Apron up, Hughes," you teased, handing him the pale green apron you'd bought him when you'd moved in.

"I should be saying that to you," he remarked, tying the apron behind his back with a smirk. "I know how messy you can get."

With a feigned look of shock, you playfully whacked Quinn with your apron, stumbling when he caught it in his grasp and pulled it towards him so that you were now nose to nose.

You watched with bated breath as he placed the half apron around your waist, turning you to tie a neat bow in the back. His hands lingered over your waist as you turned around to face him once more. You stood on your toes and pressed a delicate kiss to his lips.

"Welcome home, by the way," you laughed as you pulled away. "I forgot to do it when you walked in."

"Oh, I know," Quinn replied, leaning forward and claiming another kiss before allowing you to grab your cooking book. You hummed along to the song playing in the background as your fingers skimmed through the pages, looking for the pizza recipe.

"Okay, I have dough left over in the fridge from those garlic and rosemary knots I made the other night, so it should be okay to use that for the base," you began as you moved to open the fridge and rummaged for the dough. You retrieved the container you knew was filled with dough and glanced at Quinn. "This should be enough for one big pizza? And we could share it with the garlic bread?"

"Sounds good, baby," Quinn agreed from his place at the sink where he was drying his washed hands. He made his way towards the cabinets and began to pull out an array of ingredients.

You let him walk back and forth to the countertop you intended to use as you scrubbed your hands in the sink. Quinn was continually examining the cookbook, depositing all the ingredients one by one until they were organised in front of the refrigerated dough.

"Okay," you huffed, your hands settling on your hips as you joined his side. "We need to preheat the oven, make the sauce and roll out the dough." You moved towards the oven, pressing a few buttons before returning to your station. "Step one, done! Alright, how about you crush one clove of garlic for the sauce and then maybe four or five for the bread and I'll start mixing the tomato passata and basil?"

Quinn nodded, his mouth slightly agape at how easily you controlled the world when cooking. Whilst he began rooting through the drawers for the garlic crusher, you began to pour out the passata into a large mixing bowl, which Quinn had grabbed and placed down whilst you were washing your hands.

Your humming filled the kitchen as you stirred. Quinn quickly crushed the garlic, looking at you for confirmation as he dumped the one clove into the sauce. You grinned from ear to ear, thanking him as he moved on, crushing the rest of the garlic and grabbing the butter from the fridge. You continuously stirred, ensuring the sauce had been mixed thoroughly. You made light conversation with Quinn as you worked, recounting your day from start to finish.

Quinn listened intently, soaking in your words as if they were honey. He listened as you told him all about your lovely local customers at the cafe to the cat you saw in an alley on the way to work, and he drank all of it in, his eyes finding it hard to focus on the task when your magnetism sought out for him.

"Oh, Q, there should be fresh ciabatta in the bread bin," You told him, "I picked some up when leaving work earlier, just in case we needed it…lucky us!”

"You are something else," Quinn commented with a lazy smile, his hands lightly brushing your allowed back as he moved to grab it. Shivers erupted down your spine at the sparse touch, a breathy sigh escaping your lips.

"Okay, so," You clapped your hands, "the sauce is all mixed, so is the garlic butter–thank you, now...it's just the dough and then toppings!"

Quinn helped set out a large baking sheet and sprinkled some loose flour across the countertop as you retrieved the dough from its container.

"Why don't you grab toppings, and I can start rolling?" You proposed, your bright eyes examining Quinn's face.

"Yes, chef," he saluted, causing you to laugh and push his chest. You slightly shook your head with a smile as you rolled out the dough, trying to maintain an even base. You focused on rolling, your eyebrows scrunched in concentration as your fingers darted out to roll the edges for the crust.

Quinn soon returned to the countertop with an armful of toppings in suit. He placed them all carefully nearby, so as not to crowd you as you focused.

"Why don't we split the pizza into four and do a different topping for each quarter," Quinn murmured, brushing a fleck of flour off of your cheekbone.

"You are incredible," You gushed, your eyes widening at the thought before your face turned rather stern. "but if I see one tiny sliver of pineapple, Quintin Jerome, I will not be happy!"

"No pineapple, pretty girl," he chuckled, "I got it."

Quinn helped to hold the sauce bowl as you gently scooped out and spread the sauce across the base of the pizza before the two of you scattered the mozzarella on top. You and Quinn each took half of the pizza, allowing the two of you complete control of the two quarters.

On one of yours, you placed sliced tomatoes and green peppers with a scattered spread of pesto, whereas on the other, you dispersed diced onions and spinach. Satisfied with your side, you glanced at Quinn, knowing all too well, he would add the meat to both of his. Lo and behold, he had placed pepperoni on one and pre-shredded chicken and red peppers on his other.

His arm fell around your shoulder as both of you stepped back to admire the masterpiece you'd created.

"I almost feel bad having to put it into the oven," you say sombrely.

"I can do it," Quinn spoke, his raspy voice low. "Saves me from worrying about you burning yourself."

"That was one time, mister," you huffed, pointing your finger at him in mock accusation, but your smile betrayed you.

"One time too many," he chided as he removed his arm from your shoulder and cautiously lifted the baking sheet that the pizza had been rolled on, moving it onto a tray before sliding it into the oven and setting the timer.

You watched until he shut the oven door before you sprang into cleaning mode, gathering all of the used equipment and placing them by the sink. Just as you took off your apron and were about to roll up your sleeves, your arms were restricted by Quinn's hands around your wrists as he slowly tutted.

"Nuh, uh," he shook his head with a pointed look, spinning you slowly to face him. "I'll clean up after dinner."

"But–"

"No buts,"

"I thought you liked my butt," you simpered cheekily, causing Quinn to roll his eyes.

"I do...very much," he agreed, pulling you into the centre of the kitchen before he lowered his voice. "Especially when it's squirming beneath me as you beg me to let you come."

All air left your lungs as a nonchalant Quinn stretched out a hand to turn up the music. Etta James' A Sunday Kind of Love had just begun to play, her sultry and smooth voice echoing around the kitchen as your boyfriend held you in his close grasp.

"Dance with me," He held your arms, his eyes searching yours for an answer. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you stepped closer to him, your chests pressed together, one of your hands clasping his, whilst the other curled around his neck, toying with the strands at the base.

The soft glow of the candles and kitchen lights created a warm ambience, casting intertwined shadows that danced along with your synchronized movements. Quinn's fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, pulling you even closer as the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you enveloped in the timeless embrace of the music.

Your head lifted from where it had found itself nuzzled into him. Quinn's loving gaze locked onto yours, his eyes reflecting a mixture of playfulness and desire. The warmth of the kitchen, the subtle scent of dinner lingering in the air, and the rhythmic beat of the music made you want to bounce up and down with joy, belting from the rooftops that you adored your boyfriend and anything he did.

The dance floor was the small expanse of tile under your feet, but at that moment, it felt like you were lost in a world of your own creation, each step cementing the love and care you had for the man in front of you.

In a stolen moment with the music as your witness, Quinn leaned in. His lips met yours in a tender kiss as if sealing an unspoken pact, and for a fleeting instant, the only thing you could fathom was the taste of his lips.

Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. Your smile traipsed across your face as you leaned forward, recapturing his lips, and deepening the embrace. His thumb caressed your cheekbone as you sighed happily, your fingers soothingly twirling around his hair.

In a sudden move, Quinn's hands dropped down and grabbed your waist as he picked you up and carried you towards the dining table. You emitted a loud squeal, the two of your faces remaining close together as he monitored your emotions. You were still laughing when you were placed down on top of the table, his arms caging your body as his nose skimmed along the warmth of your neck. He placed a gentle kiss on the supple skin beneath your ear, earning him a quiet gasp for air whilst he moved across your jaw until finally lingering a mere centimetre away from your lips.

You whined as you tried to lean forward and take his lips with your own only to be stopped by an amused and dishevelled Quinn, avoiding your movement. His blown pupils examined your wide eyes and pouting mouth before he finally crashed his lips to yours once more.

***

This time, your kiss was feverish, your hands grasping at Quinn's shoulders as his ran along your thighs before creeping towards the waistband of your pants. You careened into his touch, panting into the kiss as he slowly shifted your weight so you were against him before he yanked down your pants, and tossed them across the room.

You gasped at the suddenness of it, your head spinning in need as Quinn pulled away to let you breathe, continuing his tirade of kisses down your neck, stopping just above your pulse point to slowly suckle at your skin. You let out a prolonged moan, your neck arching as one of his hands held your cheek to tilt your head, giving him more access to the skin there, whilst the other hand's fingertips traced circles on your upper thigh.

You melted at his touch, your body putty as he ran his tongue over the reddened patch of skin on your neck once more before he pulled away, placing open-mouthed kisses up to your ear. You gulped as his fingers brushed across the fabric of your panties, your eyes fluttering shut as he stroked his thumb against your cheek.

"Oh, baby," his deep and comforting voice drawled, "you're soaked through." You whimpered as Quinn removed his fingers from the material, placing them lightly in your pubic bone. "You been waiting all day for this, hm?"

You looked toward Quinn, whose darkened eyes kept a careful watch on your face. Your throat tightened as your words failed you, nodding frantically, while your hands desperately gripped his shirt.

"Words, y/n/n," he spoke more softly, his nose brushing yours as he shifted his position.

"Yes," you immediately gasped out, your half-lidded eyes overwhelmed with desire. "Need you...please!"

"So polite," he cooed, his finger tucking a strand of hair out of your face. "I'll tell you what, pretty girl, since you asked so nicely, I'll give you what you need." His fingers above the waistband of your panties slipped beneath the fabric as you let out a breathy moan. His fingers met your wetness instantaneously, a deep grumble slipping from his lips at the feeling.

"All this for me, huh?" He murmured, his finger circling your bud as you struggled to speak. Your head fell back in silent ecstasy, with your mouth agape as he slowly worked a finger inside of you, your walls clenching down as he moved it in and out. "You look so pretty like this," Quinn spoke in hushed tones, "all wet, needy and mine."

"Yours," you parroted breathlessly as he sank another thick finger inside of you. His other hand remained cradling your head, his lips ducking to kiss yours as your body trembled around him. He pushed his body closer to yours, causing your legs to spread further, his clothed groin skimming your own.

"You take my fingers so well," Quinn praised, his eyes unmoving from your blissed face. The feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of your drenched core, fired up every brain cell to send you into overdrive, wiping away any thought other than the pleasure he was giving you. Your hips bucked towards his fingers with a shameless moan, as you tried to feel as much of him as he was letting you.

He curled his fingers inside of you as he moved them quicker, his thumb moving upwards to stroke your sensitive bud whilst you crumbled on the table, the only thing keeping you upright being Quinn's steady hand on your face.

"Oh, does my girl need to come already?" Quinn lowly taunted, as he picked up the pace, his fingers now in an upbeat rhythm, in and out of you, as his thumb furiously rubbed your clit. Your staggered breaths and squeaks of pleasure grew rapid as your fists clenched tight around his shirt.

"Please, Q," you babbled as you begged, your eyes swimming as you found yourself stammering—drunk off of the feeling of Quinn's intoxicating touch. "Please, let me come, please?" You practically sobbed out your words, your back arching as the knot of warmth in your stomach grew tighter.

You felt his breathy laugh against your cheek as his fingers continued their onslaught of pleasures. Quinn leaned closer, letting his chest press flush against yours before he whispered a single word.

"Come.”

You needed no more prompting as your eyes fell shut and you cried out, a loud series of moans tumbling from your lips. Your body shuddered as the knot in your stomach snapped and pleasure erupted across every nerve, sending tingles down your spine all the way to your toes as Quinn worked you through your orgasm. He pumped his fingers in and out until he'd drawn out as much pleasure as he could, leaving you a panting and soaked mess.

The sharp ringing of the oven timer resounded and Quinn chuckled, removing his fingers from you as you whined at the loss of his touch. He raised the fingers to his mouth and licked your juices off of them, his gaze never straying from your overwhelmed self.

***

"Just in time," he said as his fingers popped out of his mouth. His lazy grin returned to his face as he moved both of his hands beneath your shaking legs before placing you down on a blanket on the couch in the living room. He moved the blanket to cover your legs as well as the couch beneath you before stepping back.

"You sit here, sweet girl, I'll sort the food." He told you, his hand lightly brushing over your hair, pressing a lingering kiss to your head as you slumped into the softness of the couch.

You sat happily, watching as Quinn moved around the kitchen so freely as if he hadn't just pushed you into oblivion. You found yourself smiling softly as you settled into the warmth and it hadn't taken him long to reappear with one large serving platter with your pizza on top.

He sat down beside you as you quietly sprang to nestle into his side, trying to get as close to him as possible. He held a slice of pizza towards your mouth as you slowly bit into the end, before swallowing it. Quinn talked quietly to you as you ate, choosing to feed you at least one whole slice before he dug into his own. You remained cuddled into his side as you finished the slice, his arm draped around your shoulders.

"The garlic bread's just gone into the oven," Quinn whispered, watching as your eyes searched for something. They snapped towards Quinn at his words and he raised a brow knowing he'd hit the jackpot. You buried yourself in his side once more, his hand running through your hair as he plastered a joking smile across his face- the smile you adored.

"I got so caught up in dessert that I completely forgot about the sides..."

a/n: I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure for this man <33

#wineauntie #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #hughes brothers x reader #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes fluff #quinn hughes x you #quinn hughes fanfic #quinn hughes #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes smut #i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism #literally toothrotting fluff #soft!quinn hughes #I love quinn hughes what a man #nhl x reader #vancouver canucks

[candybowbeansies]

past lives

warnings/notes: reader is preggers, ya'll complete and compliment each other with your aesthetics 🥺, ofc ya'll married, toothrotting fluff, it's like you were meant to be. the song is super sweet, nothing remotely suggestive like the coverart, i swear!

~Masterlist~

ya'll know you're his destiny <3

Your husband was rough around the edges. He was a metalhead, abrasive to a fault and while he was on the reserved and taciturn side, you learned long ago he was a highly sociable, noble, fun-loving man once you got to know him.

While you perhaps liked to think you had a dark aesthetic as well, you had a softness that soothed ruffled feathers, quite literally. Now you've both long since graduated, he has more control over Dark Shadow, but you have his quirk wrapped around your pinky-something you both often laugh about.

"Sweeeetbeeaak!~" you chime excitedly as you come through the door, a bag of items you made the excuse of needing to go out for in one hand, and a large yellow folder containing a surprise for him in the other. "Yes, puffin?" you hear his reply from the living room as you toe off your shoes, Dark Shadow gliding towards you. His eyes light up when he sees the folder, and you have to put your finger on your lips to hush him up. He nods eagerly, happy to glide back to the living room as you padded after him. "I got a call from the doctor's office while I was out." you say, taking a detour to put things away. "Mmm...really? What they say?" he asks. "I had to pick something up from them." you reply.

"Is everything alright?" he asks. "Yep! They just gave me this." you say, passing him the folder before plopping down onto the couch beside him, opening your beverage of choice. You try not to giggle when he simply stares at you quizzically while you take a sip, but you end up doing it after you swallow. "Open it." you tell him, "It's for you, baby." which only serves to further confuse him. Reports forgotten on the coffee table, he undoes the band, Dark Shadow's giddiness not going unnoticed by Fumikage.

Slightly suspicious, your husband flips up the cover and carefully removes the contents. Inside were prints of ultrasounds first and foremost visible, other necessary information tucked neatly behind it. You put a little post-it note pointing to what was in the middle; the life you were currently carrying.

Looky sweetbeak~ <3 We're going to be parents :) -- >

He stares. You watch with a growing smile on your face as your husband jumps through the mental hoops only to crash; inky feathers slowly stand on end, crimson hues as wide as saucers. "Rrraaahh!~" a distinctly happy bird-like croak sounds from Dark Shadow, followed by Fumikage's own warbled noise as he finally looks at you. Your expression softens when you notice the wetness around his eyes.

"The timing is right, the stars are aligned." you take a cheesy line from his and your song. A soft chuckle escapes him.

"Swear to the moon, the stars, the sons and the daughters; our love is deeper than the oceans of water." he recites, before leaning in, meaningfully nuzzling you; "You've made me the happiest man alive, puffin."

And he's made you the happiest person in the universe.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #tokoyami fumikage x reader #fumikage tokoyami x reader #Spotify

[gray-skiess]

hi darling, i’m dying for some denki content bc he’s an idiot and i love him

dating denki headcanons pls and thank you <3

note; ahh i love denki <33 of course my love here you go! i hope you enjoy ! (this was so fun to write omg)

cw; toothrotting fluff

dating denki kaminari headcanons <3

🍂 | okay he is pining after first glance

🍂 | some people think denki would be outgoing and bold but tbh i think he would be a little awkward about asking you out

🍂 | like ‘what if they don’t like me that way’ and convinces himself that he would be fine if y’all were just friends

🍂 | but then it gets worse and he finds himself totally daydreaming about you

🍂 | maybe you stick up for him after he overexerts his quirk and goes ‘brain dead’, or maybe you show interest in any of his hyperfixations

🍂 | either way, he’s got your back whenever you need it, and while it does take a little bit for him to build up the courage to ask you out, when he does he’s so sweet about it

🍂 | he went and got advice from kirishima and sero and even bakugou because he wanted to do it right

🍂 | so he shows up at your door with some freshly pulled-out-of-the-ground daisies and an offer to join him for a movie night

🍂 | he lets you pick the movie, and pick out the snacks from a convenience store

🍂 | he is just so smitten

🍂 | in school he is even sweeter, carrying your books, linking his arm with yours, sharing one of his ear buds with you

🍂 | and while sometimes he can come off as a little clingy, it’s usually endearing

🍂 | winter is his favorite holiday with you because one year he got mixed in with a snowball fight that ended with everyone shivering as they drank their hot cocoa

🍂 | totally offers to be your human phone charger, but only you because anyone else and it would feel like he was being used

🍂 | asks you to help him study for exams and train with him for practicals

🍂 | knows personally how important it is to cool down after using your quirk so he has a stash of stuff like heating and cooling packs, miscellaneous snacks, and beanbags for after training sessions

🍂 | like i said, if you show any interest in any of his hobbies or hyperfixations, he is so quick to share them with you

🍂 | gaming with you, watching movies and cartoons with you, showing you music that jirou showed him

🍂 | always going out and inviting you to go with him, like to the mall, the bowling alley, concerts, hang outs with friends

🍂 | literal definition of golden retriever boyfriend

🍂 | y’all know beastboy from teen titans? him.

🍂 | doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you, worships the ground you walk on

🍂 | the kind of boyfriend who is also your best friend

#gray-skiess #gray's blog #x reader #headcanons #mha #bnha #my hero academia #denki kaminari #chargebolt #imagines #denki #class 1a #request #denki kaminari x reader #denki x reader

[mama-emeritus-i]

I crave secondo content so I will take literally anything about him, but if u want a prompt some dad secondo fluff would fill my void.

I love this idea- he would be the best dad and I stand by this <3

Dad!Secondo Fluff HC

Warnings: mentions of reader being pregnant, Peepaw Nihil is a bitch, toothrotting fluff, soft Secondo

When your kid was born, you named her Irene- Secondo insisted on an I name to go with his mom’s name. While you always got to see Secondo’s soft side, it was still odd seeing him be so delicate and kind to this very tiny human. I imagine that is probably only the third time in your life you’ve seen him cry (first at your wedding then when you told him), and it was that moment you knew he was going to be a good dad. 

In the first few months of your family growing into 3, Secondo absolutely spoiled you and Irene. He always made sure you were comfortable- taking on a good chunk of the childcare as you were recovering, you didn’t want him to but he insisted. He took off Papa duties for the first few months so he could spend time with his new expanded family. 

Once you had recovered, you split the childcare 50/50, often playing rock-paper-scissors to see who would do that, this included getting up with her in the middle of the night so everything was split 50/50. 

As you two started going back to your churchly duties, you would leave Irene with Primo during the day, and whoever was done with work first would pick her up. 

Yeah so don’t imagine it being your first week back from maternity leave- you’ve had a very rough day between all the makeup work you have to do and the other cardinals sticking their noses in your business. When you finally get off work, you go back to your flat, expecting for it to be empty seeing as your husband was supposed to still be in a meeting and finding Secondo in the nursing, slowly rocking Irene and singing to her while a record plays. 

While to the world Secondo had a very hard demeanor, he still used any possible excuse to bring up your child and how excited he was. How good of a sleeper she was, how much she looked like you, ETC. Like people were getting sick of it, but he still kept talking. 

Once Irene grew up, you both spent a lot of time with her, but every Friday you helped Secondo and Irene get dressed up and they would go out to dinner. Most of the time it was just the small diner outside the abbey but it made their week. It also gives you time to relax. 

You also get to take Irene on yall’s own little date night, doing whatever you wanted to do that weekend. During that time, Secondo used it to catch up on work, clean, go ask Primo questions, etc. 

I imagine Nihil wasn’t thrilled that the next heir was going to be a “Mama Emeritus” and was probably either very bitter about it or just tried to ignore Irene’s existence. When Secondo learned about this he went absolutely feral on his father, explaining that his daughter deserves just as much respect as any other child he would have had and to either be quiet and play nice or leave. 

Secondo is a very kind father, but also very protective. Irene is definitely a daddy’s girl, there’s no doubt about it. Secondo would move heaven and hell to protect and take care of you and Irene, no matter what. 

Secondo also totally taught Irene how to use facepaint so occasionally you would come home to your child covered in black and white paint and Secondo looking like the surprised pikachu meme.

#ghost band #ghostbc #papa emeritus secondo #papa emeritus x reader #secondo #secondo fluff #dad secondo #papa emeritus primo #I love dad secondo

[vacantgodling]

I want to know more about Soprano and Tenor, along with my kings Lath and Ensio <3

henrike!! thank you for asking <3

SOPRANO / TENOR (status: canon!)

soprano and tenor are actually forte (and his sister, melody's) parents! the two of them met when tenor was still a traveling bard, one of the most famous in terrae this era before he retired formally (from traveling at least, you can't take the music out of this man its probably in his bloodstream at this point). it was sort of like a terrae-version of a groupie getting her idol to fall in love with her, though soprano never tried particularly hard for that to happen. his music just enriched her soul and she couldn't help but follow him to every city he held concerts at. one thing led to another, and after they consummated their relationship, she found out she was pregnant with their first child, forte. forte's birth is actually what sparked tenor to retire, though he wasn't upset about it. having a family and getting to settle down in his hometown of bass landing is lovely for him, and who knows? maybe once melody is grown he and soprano will travel around terrae, performing together. soprano actually has a lovely husky voice and the symphonia house was always full of music. they're really gentle lovers and gentle parents and have that sort of toothrotting fluff vibe about them that just makes me Emo.

LATH / ENSIO (status: literally immortal together cannot be separated - qpr territory basically)

god these two i rotate an INSANE amount as you know. idk how much of their backstory i've quite talked about, but tldr they are from the first age of terrae when argos was still standing. lath's parents died when he was young, and ensio's parents who were close with lath's essentially took him under his wing. lath and ensio have always been attached at the hip; if you saw one, you'd always see the other not too far away. while ensio is more outgoing and personable, lath is more standoffish (he hardly blinks and is too intense for the average person) the mesh together really well. they just know each other so well. their fighting together is like a dance. ensio knows where lath keeps his spare daggers and vice versa, and coming into service of the little king mitica together was natural after the day of fissures.

once lath becomes a guardian, MUINENS also grants him ensio as a permanent companion by having him take the form of lath's sword. unlike the other guardians, lath is the one who is Most Likely to have ensio by his side in his human form. think of soul eater, where guardian weapons can take on 2 forms. (the other exception to this is arian) but tbh lath would've never agreed to becoming a guardian if ensio wasn't with him (not that he had a choice, but MUINENS already knew that lath would not take up the mantle alone). lath doesn't view himself as anything that special. he likes to fight and has never experienced terror and he's extremely calculating. his legend definitely softens a lot of his edges, and in many ways has blended he and ensio's personalities together (there's also a statue of lath as a guardian with his sword drawn in the center of the city of lathsbury, which is named after him lol). so its actually really funny in book 2 when some of the characters actually meet lath and they realize... yeah he is actually much stranger and more scary than legend would have us believe. as much as i dislike the roman series that rick riordan wrote cuz of percy character assassination, the cognitive dissonance that the characters experienced meeting percy when he had amnesia and was powerful and intense and kind of aggressive... same vibes when they meet lath lolol. ensio is always the one talking for lath and lath prefers it that way.

in a particular piece i wrote i also spoke about how they're soulmates, and they are in every sense of the word. they're best friends, they're husbands, they're brothers, they're the same person, they're extensions of each other... etc etc. i'm just NOT NORMAL about them.

so here's some required reading (which i know u henrike already read lol) to also become not normal about them:

soulmates

sword of a great hero

also a bad old image of lath, i need to redraw him and his actual ensio-sword (cuz its fancier than this)

#s: tcol #ren art