#mmmmmm thinking about them again | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

vikkirosko · 2 months

Note

(This ask may be triggering, so feel free to ignore)

Could we please a Husk x Reader where reader committed suicide back on earth and its pretty much the only reason they are in hell now?

I had to look a couple things up and apparently killing yourself counts as a violation of the 6th commandment, the "thou shalt not kill" one, Sick. (Not all the sources agreed but mmmmmm angst ♡)

It can be romantic or platonic, whatever you choose. I just like it when Husk goes full "bartender" mode ^^

(I'm fine btw, I just like the angst)

🃏 Husk x Reader platonic headcanons Bartender mode 🥃

When you showed up at the hotel, Husk couldn't figure out what was wrong with you. Why were you in Hell at all? You were a friendly, sociable, bright person who clearly didn't belong there. Some things, like the murders, scared you. It might have seemed like you went to Hell by mistake. He thought about it until one evening you came to the bar when the others were no longer there and it was clear from your face that something was bothering you. Husk poured you a drink, waiting for you to start your story

After a couple of glasses of alcohol, you began to tell him in a tired voice that you did not remember doing anything wrong. You've been living an ordinary life. You had a job, you visited your parents several times a month, you didn't get involved with crime or anything forbidden. However, a dark streak began in your life, which led to the fact that you could no longer stand it and committed suicide. That was the only reason you ended up in Hell, and you were well aware of it

When you told him what caused you to go to Hell, Husk looked at you with surprised eyes. He had once heard that suicides went to Hell, but he did not think that if this was the only sin, Hell would still be waiting. However, you were sitting at the bar and were living proof that this was indeed the case. You told him you were sorry for what you did, because your parents and friends didn't deserve it. You hoped that they had lived good lives and that you could atone for your sin and meet them in Heaven

Husk told you straight out that you screwed up a lot, but his words didn't make you sad or angry. On the contrary, you laughed. You knew how absurd it all was. At first, you blamed yourself a lot for succumbing to weakness, but it wouldn't help, it would only make it worse. That's why you tried to move on. Perhaps a lot of things in Hell were still unusual and frightening for you, but you were able to find your place in the hotel and were glad that you had new friends, including Husk

Husk understood that you were trying to look at everything more positively, but a soft smile appeared on his lips anyway. He was glad that, despite what happened to you, you continued to hope for the best. He was ready to listen to you again if you wanted to talk. After all, that's why he was the bartender who listened to the rest of the hotel's inhabitants

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel headcanons #Husk #Husk x Reader

161 notes · View notes

myosotisa · 10 months

Note

seruouslyy thinking about angry sex with eddie, LIKE IMAGINE EDDIE JEALOUS while fucking your brains out omg.

mmmmmm I'm Thinkin alright. like you're talking to someone at the hideout, it's completely friendly on both sides but here comes Eddie, sliding up beside you and slipping his hand into the back pocket of your shorts with a, "Hey doll, who 's this?"

you introduce them and he makes a humming noise of he heard you but also doesnt really give a fuck -- groping at your ass in the middle of the crowded bar and eyes shooting daggers at the guy until they excuse themselves.

"what the hell was that about, Eds?"

"didn't like the way he was looking at you," he murmurs, scowling as his eyes follow the departed threat into the crowd. his expression softens but his jaw is still tight when he pulls you flush against him and says, "you're mine."

that night he goes down on you until you're crying, your hands groping at his shoulders and ragged voice trying to coax him into fucking you, to do anything to get his tongue away from your overstimulated clit. he eventually relents, barely taking the time to rip his shirt off and shove his pants halfway down his thighs before he's pushing into you with a groan, settling into a fast pace that has your voice cracking high pitched and your nails digging in to try to hold on.

each impact of his hip bones on the back of your thighs feels like it's saying mine, mine, mine until he's moaning too, spitting on your clit before meeting it with a dirty rub of his thumb to try to push you over the edge with him.

he cums deep inside you with a heavy groan, reluctant to pull out but it's worth it to see his spend leak out of your abused hole just for him to take his ringed fingers and push it back into you again.

and you already know your night isn't over just yet.

#jealous bf speaks to me in a way i cannot explain #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine #myos ideas #myo4munson #asks and replies

492 notes · View notes

jakexneytiri · 1 year

Note

Ohh love the drunk Neteyam. What about drunk reader ?

i like the way you think, anon.

⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰

there’s a ceremony being held tonight for all of the omatikaya warriors who participated in the successful raid earlier today.

neteyam is stationed with jake and neytiri, in front of everyone as jake gives a post raid victory speech. you stand with kiri, lo’ak, and tuk, eyes only on neteyam. he looks so gorgeous you could cry. he’s wearing his omatikaya cummerbund, a new armband, and new feathers in his hair. his beauty is breathtaking.

after jakes speech ends, a group of warriors approach him and neteyam to congratulate them. you and lo’ak do a bit of crowd spotting, watching a group of adults chant “näk! näk! näk!” (drink).

lo’ak decides it’s best to swoop in on the action, swiping two bowls of liquid. walking back over to where you two are stationed, he hands one to you.

“ladies first.” he smirks, holding the bowl out for you.

“lo’ak…i don’t know if we should…” you hesitate, looking down at the dark liquid sloshing around the bowl.

“come on. don’t be a wuss.” he nags, eyeing his own bowl.

you hesitate a bit, taking a deep breath before bringing the bowl to your lips. chugging quickly, you drink all of it, wincing as you hand the bowl back to lo’ak.

“oh shit!” lo’ak laughs and begins chugging his, trying to catch up with you. “i’ll go get us two more!”

before you know it, you two are drunk off your asses. neteyam was finally able to break free from the group of warriors, looking around for you. he finally spots you with lo’ak, off to the side, tucked away from everyone.

giggling. swaying. dancing. well, trying to. his sole focus is on you as he approaches your party of two.

—

a strong hand grabs your arm, immediately pulling you to his chest.

“teyammm!” you smile, grabbing both sides of his face and eagerly crushing your lips to his.

although a bit taken back, he reciprocates the kiss, his large hand resting on your cheek.

you pull away, looking his body up and down, giggling as your hands moving over his arms, to his chest, and lower until he stops you.

“my love? are you feeling okay?” he raises the back of his hand to your forehead “you feel warm.”

lo’ak is laughing watching all this go down, saying “bro. we drank the good stuff!”

“WHAT! you skxawng! you gave that to her?!” neteyam yells, concerned now as he holds you up.

“she chugged first bro. pretty impressive, if you ask me.” lo’ak says, rolling his eyes.

“teyammm. wannnaaaaaaakisssyouuuuuu” you mumble against his chest, running your fingers along his arm.

“i’m taking her home.” neteyam confidently states.

“idontwannaagohomeyettt!” you whine, shaking yourself out of his grasp.

“my love, please. you’re not thinking clearly. let me take you home.” he calmly says.

“mmmmmm.” you mumble against his chest. “wannaa liee downnnn.”

“all right, let’s go.” in one swift movement, he lifts you up, cradling you in his arms as he begins the walk back to your marui.

you begin to play with his new armband, toying with the feather between your fingers. “i liiikkkeee thisss.”

“oh yeah?” he chuckles, brushing a braid from your face.

“aaaaaaaaand theeeeeeseeeeeeee!” your hands reach up to play with the new feathers in his hair.

“maybe i’ll keep them in a bit longer, just for you, hm?” he places a gentle kiss to your forehead as he opens the flap to your shared marui.

you giggle as he lays you down, settling himself beside you.

“teyyyaammm? i feeellll fuzzzzzyyyy.” you whine, burying your face in his chest.

“i know, i know. we’re gonna try and sleep it off, okay?” he runs his fingers down your back, gently tickling it.

easing into his touch, you feel your eyelids droop. running your fingers through his hair to play with his new feathers again, you find yourself drifting to sleep.

“that’s it, pretty girl. go to sleep.” he continues to tickle your back, as your eyelids remain closed for the night, finally succumbing to sleep.

#i just couldn’t stop writing this one #ty anon<3 #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x you #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam sully x you #neteyam sully x reader #requests <3

864 notes · View notes

cupcuckqueen · 1 year

Text

It was one of those Saturdays where we have friends over and some of them drink a little too much so they can’t drive home. Sarah was a new friend of mine. We had a lot in common, including twerking, and drinking too much!

Anyway, the two of us ended up in my bed together. Nothing sexual, just really wasted and needing a soft place to lay. About an hour later I hear my husband come into our room and kind of sigh because there’s no where for him to really lay down. I scoot all the way to the edge of the bed and say “here babe” lay down.

“I’m not laying in the middle of you guys!” He says. (She’s all the way on the other side of the edge of the bed) “I’m sorry babe” I say. But I need to be here in case I throw up (I actually feel fine) “alright” he says and snakes his way up the middle. He puts his arms around me and we fall asleep.

I wake up a bit later because I feel a light shake of the bed. I act like I’m asleep but I’m listening. At first there’s silence and I wonder what it was that woke me up. As I’m dozing off, I feel it again. I open my eyes but lay there like I’m asleep. I hear him breathing heavy. Slow, but heavy. I feel the rhythmic moving on the mattress. It’s slow as well, but there.

I realize that his arms are no longer around me and in fact I think he has turned the opposite direction where he would have been facing her butt. I feel the flash in my face and the familiar excitement in my clit. (There’s no way he’s fucking her) (no way, right next to me in the middle of the night) I hold very still.

Squish, Squish… sounds of wet pussy. She lets out a very soft moan followed by him shhhhhhing her. His breathing is so heavy, and the motion in the bed isn’t as soft or slow, he’s nearing orgasm and not thinking about hiding it anymore.

My pussy is aching. Oh my god, I’m so jealous. I’m so fucking hot and so jealous at the same time. How dare he do this right next to me while I’m asleep. I turn over abruptly to face them.

All of the movement and sounds stop. He’s frozen. Seems like maybe he’s going to act like they’re asleep. I reach out and grab his thick cock. It’s slippery and only semi-hard. (He must have lost his erection when they got caught, I smile to myself) I start sliding my hand up and down it. “Why’s your cock wet, babe” “huh?” “Were you just fucking her?” I loudly whisper

He doesn’t know what to say and his cock gets immediately rock hard again. I lean into his ear and whisper “put it back in her” I guide his cock with my hand back to her sweet little hole, when my hand brushes it I feel how wet it is? More than wet…. gooey? Yes gooey, like his cum. “Did you already cum?” I ask him.

I have the head of his cock pressing on her lips and he’s already pushing into her. “Yes” “Fuck Yes” he says loudly and she lets out a small squeal but backs her pussy and ass into him. “Yes babe. I already came.” “Thanks to you jerking my dick” “I’m going to fill her up again” he’s grunting now.

It doesn’t take but maybe two minutes until he is deep in her pussy and pumping another load into her, she’s so pleased, she’s grabbing his ass from behind herself and holding his hips in place. She’s moaning “mmmmmm” “yes”

He lays down and leaves his cock inside of her, she snuggles her ass up to him. I reach across and hold him. It all happened so fast and I was so shocked, I didn’t even have time to rub myself. I was completely denied. My pussy dripped all night.

#my post

1K notes · View notes

noxturnalpascal · 3 months

Text

I Said I Wouldn’t Hook-up With Him, Then I Did Again

Dieter Bravo x F!Actor!Reader (WC: 1636)

A/N: Write a story based on the moodboard made by @iamasaddie ‘s random pinterest pics.

Summary: If you hook up with your ex (and co-actor), Dieter Bravo, you have to put $5 in the jar. Well shit...... we might have to tell the driver to stop at an ATM.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+ only please, Sex (Unprotected PiV), Mention of: previous sex (PiV and Oral F!rec), previous biting (and breaking of skin causing a scar), previous illegal drug use, previous sex with another woman (not described), getting high, sex toys.

🫙

“I’m not gonna fuck him.”

That’s what you’d said. Ten hours ago when Lily, your stylist, had plopped down the jar on the counter in front of the mirror. You’d said you weren’t gonna fuck him. Definitely not, you’d tacked on. You vaguely remember she might have rolled her eyes at that. She brought out the jar every time either of you were in close proximity with one of your big-bad-exes, to avoid the temptation of entanglement.

You know the ones, the exes you were desperate to hear from but determined to avoid. Bad news time and time again, never meeting your (very) low expectations and somehow always finding new ways to disappoint you. You started the jar to hold each other accountable, making sure $5 went into the jar any time that either of you texted, called, or fell into bed with the ex.

Although, ex was a loose term, as you don’t think yours was ever more than a casual hookup played on repeat. Grabbing hands, scraping stubble, a huff of breath that smells like cigarettes and cinnamon gum. Your co-star, Dieter Bravo. Sometimes drunk, sometimes high, sometimes both. Never sober. Always on-set, still half in costume and makeup. Always teetering on the edge of getting caught, of ruining your reputation, of solidifying his.

It was disgusting. You were disgusted with yourself every time it happened. You’re disgusted with yourself right now, as you sit on his lap in the back of your towncar home. He drags his hand under your shirt and up your ribcage, cold rings against your skin sending goosebumps across your chest, hardening your nipples. You feel his lips on your throat, teeth scraping but not leaving marks, suddenly extremely aware of your own arousal collecting in your underwear. Your own body is betraying you. Rude.

“Goddamnit,” you huff, defeated.

He pushes his other hand up your thigh, lifting your skirt up to your waist. He knows he’s won. He always does. Without a word you untie the drawstring on his pants, of course he’d be wearing pajama pants, Dieter fucking Bravo… probably doesn’t even own jeans. You reach inside and wrap your hand around him, rock hard and velvety smooth. No underwear, obviously… you already knew he doesn’t own any of those.

“Easy access,” he says, as if reading your mind.

But then you look down and realize he’s talking about you. Fuck. You wore a skirt to work today. Now why would you have done that? You’re sure it’s not because one time, on the hood of a stunt car in a mostly-abandoned backlot in Burbank, he told you that your legs drove him fucking crazy right before he pushed them apart and dove face-first into your wet, waiting pussy. No, that couldn’t have been it.

He runs a finger along the inside of your thigh and sticks it in the side of the gusset of your panties. He moves his hand down so the back of his knuckle drags along your slit, giving away how wet you already are for him. You hear him hum, mmmmmm, and then giggle. Fucking giggle? He must be high already. He curls his finger, drawing the fabric in the crook of it and pulling it to the side.

“You gonna keep teasing me, or you gonna put it in?”

“Teasing you? Who is teasing you?” You shift yourself up on your knees, knocking against the headliner in the cramped backseat.

“You’ve been teasing me all day, baby. With your blonde hair and those pouty lips.”

“The hair was a wig Dee, you know that.” You line him up slowly at your entrance.

“It still looked good. And your lips? Those are new.”

“They’re not new lips, I just got some filler, it’s not a big deal.” You slowly start to sink down on his thick length.

“Well if you want people to imagine those full lips around their cocks, you’ve done a good job.”

Jesus Christ, you mutter simultaneously, for different reasons. You’re rocking your hips up and down, coating him with your wetness to ease the stretch of him pushing into you. You hear whispers about his dick in nearly every ladies’ room you go into in this town. His length is average, satisfying but not newsworthy, but his girth is massive. And even though you’ve taken it plenty of times before, you struggle every single time.

His large hands find your hips, fingers spreading back to cover your bare ass. Obviously you wore the thong so you wouldn’t have panty lines in your clingy cotton dress. It has nothing to do with the fact that once, while shooting in Wales, he went so insane with lust that he bit your ass and broke skin, leaving a tiny tooth-shaped scar that he likes to run his tongue over every time you hook up. Nope, it has nothing to do with that at all.

You finally get all of him inside of you, the sting of the stretch pushed to the back of your mind by the overwhelming fullness of him. God he’s so fucking big and you think you must say it outloud because you hear him groaning yeahhh into your neck. He squeezes you where his hands are gripping, encouraging you to move on him and then helps guide you back and forth on his lap.

You look down at his face, and realize he’s still wearing the sunglasses from set, his hair still gelled in the style of his character, with a little curl looped down onto his forehead. Come here, he says and you obey, bringing your mouth to his, tangling tongues and sharing spit. He passes you his gum and you try to give it back but then he pulls off your mouth to moan fuck yeahhh.

He moves one hand to the front of your top, yanking it down to expose your nipples. Okay if you’re being honest with yourself, you can’t think of a good reason why you didn’t wear a bra today. You know you had one in your hands at one point but then there was a memory that flashed through your mind. A memory of Dieter snorting a line off a table - a mixture of cocaine and viagra, literally ripping your brand new French-made underwear set to pieces, and fucking you on every surface of your trailer during a 3-hour weather delay in British Columbia.

You guess ‘not wanting it to be destroyed’ was a good reason not to wear a bra, right? But you definitely weren’t going to fuck him, so why would it matter? He’s dragging his tongue all around one nipple and when he switches to the other side you feel the remnants of his spicy gum as a light burning sensation heating your pebbled nub. You don’t have much time to think about if it’s good or too much because suddenly he’s biting the other nipple, hard, causing you to cry out.

“Sorry baby, sorry,” he stammers. “I just got excited.”

His hands on your hips help you find your rhythm once again, slamming his cock into your fucked-out pussy over and over. You lean back and brace your hands on his knees and he uses the opportunity to bring a hand forward and run his thumb along his length, soaking wet where it repeatedly disappears into you. He strokes upward until he’s rubbing his thumb along you instead, at the apex of where he splits you, right over your hooded clit.

“Missed this,” he whispers so softly, you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or himself.

“I think you got plenty of this on your last job,” you manage to sound both snarky and uninterested, despite the increasing pressure of him petting at your sensitive, swollen bundle.

“Oh you think?”

“That’s what I heard. You and that Swedish girl, the new one, Ingrid whats-her-name?”

“Nooooo,” he moves his thumb faster. “She’s Norwegian.”

“Whatever,” you struggle to focus, “I don’t even-”

“Don’t be jealous baby," he purrs. "No one takes my cock like you do."

Fuck. Why is that working? Why does it feel so good?

It always feels so fucking good.

“I think I’m gonna-” you start.

“Come,” he finishes.

And when you do, your orgasm rips through you, making your vision go out, shaking your legs, and stuttering your hips. His hands go back to your side, helping to bounce you for a few more thrusts before he yanks you off of him, finishing all over his own flannel pants and the bottom of his wrinkled t-shirt. He wraps his cardigan around himself, covering up the mess on his front and pops another stick of red gum into his mouth, looking at you across the bench seat.

“Wanna come in? We can order a pizza, get high, and then fuck again later. I got this new toy th-”

“What are you talking about Dieter, this is my house?” He gives you a look, and you open the dark-tinted window to see that instead of being in your own driveway, you’re parked in front of an unfamiliar home. “The fuck… I thought this car was supposed to be taking me home.”

“Well it was, but then I slipped the driver two hundred bucks so he’d bring us here instead. And also so he wouldn’t take any pictures of your ass.”

“You wouldn’t have had to pay him not to take pictures of my ass if you wouldn’t have snuck into my car as I was leaving work.”

“Yeah but it was fun, right?” He peers at you over his sunglasses. “C’mon,” he holds out his hand.

---

The next morning you get to work and, avoiding Lily’s gaze, you take a handful of $5 bills out of your pocket and silently drop them into the jar.

💵

🫙

#iamasaddie prompt #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

160 notes · View notes

daryl-dixon-daydreams · 1 year

Photo

Warnings: misogyny, language Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

“I said back the fuck up!” Your pistol was aimed at the center of the man’s chest. “I’m not gonna say it again!”

Daryl was beside you with his crossbow in hand, but he seemed to think you had a handle on the situation.

The vagrant laughed and disregarded your instructions for the second time. “You think I’m scared of a woman?” he said carelessly. “Do you even know how to use that thing? Is it even loaded?”

“I wouldn’t talk shit to her if I were you,” Daryl warned him.

He laughed coldly again. “She isn’t gonna do a damn thing to me. Are you sweetheart?” He took another step forward and that’s when you lowered your aim and shot him in the leg. He crumpled with a loud scream and clutched a hand over his thigh.

“I told you to back up,” you said calmly. “And I’d shut up too if I were you, unless you wanna be freak food.”

“You fucking bitch!” he spit through his grimace.

Now Daryl had had enough and immediately walked over and knocked him out. “What a fuckin’ asshole,” he growled, looking down at him. “If ya didn’t shoot him, I was about to. Prick...” He glanced back over at you and you were simply loading the found supplies into your bag, your gun replaced in its holster. “You okay?” he asked.

“Huh? Me? Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked, glancing up at him. He smirked at you. “No reason,” he drawled. “Have I told ya lately that yer a badass?”

You paused as if you were thinking really hard. “Mmmmmm... I don’t think so.”

Daryl stopped beside you. “Well, ya are. And it’s a little distractin’.”

You grinned at him. “Well, let’s get home so I can distract you a little more,” you said and Daryl felt a rush of heat wash over him.

“What about that asshole?” Daryl asked, gesturing to the still unconscious man.

You shrugged. “He’s in a building that’s walker free as far as we know. Hang on—” you dug into your pack and pulled out some gauze and bandages, chucking them down carelessly beside him. “He’ll be fine. Or he won’t—but that wouldn’t be any loss. Come on.”

Daryl’s hand landed lightly on your lower back as you headed for the car. “What the hell did I ever do without ya?” he asked.

You smiled over at him and shrugged. “Dunno. You were probably really bored all the time.”

Prompt: “You think I’m scared of a woman?”

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #twd fanfics #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #fanfics #writers of tumblr #twd drabbles

593 notes · View notes

luvkyu · 8 months

Note

wadduh it me again but anon version😈 dowoon x 5th member male reader where dw has the biggest crush on reader (im delulu) and literally admires him during mv filmings, photoshoots or even just normal shit SO the other members notice this behaviour and teases him about it HAHAHAHAHAHA

so let's love ( yoon dowoon )

dowoon x male!reader

dowoon can't hide his definitely-not-platonic love for his bandmate.

content : 0.4k words, fluff, idol!dowoon x 5th member!reader

( a/n ) MMMMMM DAY6 ( i'm obsessed ) this is rly short im sorry,, i rewrote it like three times and im still not that satisfied with it but its FINE

"he's doing it again.." sungjin mumbled toward wonpil beside him.

"huh?"

"dowoon," sungjin clarified, "he's doing it again."

wonpil looked over at dowoon, who was a few feet away on the photoshoot set. the group was currently taking concept photos for their next album, and dowoon's gaze was stuck rather obviously on y/n.

"i don't know what else you expected," wonpil replied. "he's obsessed."

"who's obsessed?" younghyun chimed in after just getting his makeup touched up.

"dowoon."

"oh. with y/n?"

wonpil and sungjin nodded.

"then yes," younghyun agreed.

y/n continued to change poses and expressions in front of the camera. dowoon felt mesmerized. he was supposed to go after y/n, but he didn't know how well he'd do in front of the camera after watching y/n. he might as well have fallen in love all over again.

"yoon dowoon!"

dowoon snapped out of his trance. he looked over at the rest of his group with raised brows. the color on his face turned to a deep red as he realized they'd been watching him stare at y/n. sungjin waved him over, but dowoon almost felt like ignoring him. he knew the three were bound to tease him.

dowoon walked over to them after taking one more glance at y/n, who finally met dowoon's eyes and sent him a quick smile before looking back at the camera. dowoon felt his heart skip in his chest. he looked down at his feet as he walked before stopping in front of his friends.

"so when are you guys gonna kiss?" younghyun asked.

"never, at this point," wonpil answered.

dowoon blinked, "what?"

"tsk. you and y/n. we're waiting for you and y/n to finally get together," sungjin explained.

dowoon looked back at y/n one more time.

"what do you mean?"

small sighs and groans of disappointment sounded from the others.

"you suck at being subtle dowoon. make a move on y/n already," wonpil urged while sungjin and younghyun nodded along.

"i don't think he sees me that way," dowoon protested a bit shyly.

"shut up, you two are basically each other's favorites."

"there's no way he doesn't like you too."

"dowoon, respectfully, open your fucking eyes."

dowoon continued to watch y/n as his bandmates talked. he really hoped they were right.

#day6 #day6 dowoon #yoon dowoon #dowoon #day6 x reader #kpop x male reader #male reader

150 notes · View notes

k2ntoss · 4 months

Note

i saw that prompt thing and oml i need "if you're so worried that someone will snatch me up, why don't you just confess to me right now?" with Jason pleaseeee

-🦊

dear anon i am literally screaming bc i can clearly see it and MMMMMM here we go here we go (plus first anon with an emoji, it's so cute aaaah)

at this point jason doesn't need to tell you he has feelings for you or at least you think he does, but you're a little too insecure about it. what if you're making all of this up and he's not in love with you? that's why you've let some other guys hit on you even if it's nothing more than fooling around, flirting with some random guy out of your classes because there's maybe a chance of jason telling him he does feels something for you but that's not the case, every time someone comes near you to ask you out he just tells you he has something to do and leaves.

so now, when one of your classmates is leaning in to whisper into your ear jason comes out with a random lecture he has to attend to "i'll see you later if you're not busy" and he walks away right when you're turning around ignoring the guy who's asking you out, is he really that oblivious? you swear that's pretty evident the way you look at him but how the hell is he supposed to know when you're always surrounded by people who's into you, the same people you do date every now and then if they seem interesting to you. this time, because of jason, you decline the offer of a movie date that would most likely end up in a mediocre lay and it takes you almost the rest of the day to pick up your phone to text him with a simple "do you have time to talk? i need to tell you something" and the message itself has him waiting anxiously out your door about an hour later.

"what's that you have to tell me? aren't you supposed to be on a date by now?" he asks, nonchalantly as he makes his way into your living room walking and looking around, his eyes avoid yours and it makes your annoyance boil, turning into anger "why are you interested on that now? you usually run away whenever someone comes near me" and your answer makes jason turn around, his attention fully on you again "what do you mean by that?" maybe you just fucked up but it's too late to back down from it so your smart-mouth acts before you can even think about the aftermath of your words "you're always making up excuses to vanish whenever someone asks me out, jason, it's getting fucking ridiculous" you let out a scoff that clearly makes him upset.

"are they excuses? or haven't you thought that maybe i'm tired of the gold rush? it's every fucking week the same, random guy comes in and asks you on a date or a cute girl giggles at you and you're with them" his voice is low, it makes a shiver run down your spine because as jason speaks he also walks closer, his hands are moving over his hair in a clear sing of frustration "where the hell am i? are they better than me that it looks like i'm not worthy your time like them? it's like feeling that anyone could have you but me and i hate it, it makes me sick" standing right in front of you he stops, arms crossed over his chest but you're not paying attention to the way jason is looking at you, like his whole world is about to burn because he feels like anyone could take you away from him.

"if you're so worried that someone will snatch me up, why don't you confess to me right now?" your voice trembles because now your feelings lay flat in front of him, you've became see through for him and the realizations that crashes on him hits like a truck, he opens his mouth as if he's about to say something but quickly shooks his head in disbelief and he notices the regret on your face when he takes time to say something so he leans in, his hands holding your hips to prevent you from going away, pressing his lips against yours softly at first just to test waters but it turns into a passionate kiss as soon as your hands land on his chest and your lips move with his.

it's almost midnight and i'm tired so i decided to come and reply to your requests, also to tell you that if i don't finish today and i take some time it's because my country is going through a hard moment and this drains a lot of energy so that's it hope you like thissss !!!!

#⭒ 📬 ⭒#i need him so much i want to kiss jason todd #jason todd blurb #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood fluff #red hood imagine #reader insert #jason todd #red hood #dc comics

74 notes · View notes

save-the-villainous-cat · 10 months

Note

Mmmmmm new genre, free-to-torture hero!!! have funnnn cute butt~

These were probably the first ten minutes in the last twenty-four hours which were bearable. Assessing the situation was difficult, given the lack of information the hero had.

A lot of broken ribs and neither their femur nor their back were doing so well either. In truth, the hero was quite sure they wouldn’t survive this. The first hours or so had been alright: even though they didn’t have any weapons, they were doing pretty well, fighting against whoever came through that door, but with time, they’d grown weaker and with that, were subdued by the torture and violence.

“I came as soon as I heard. An opportunity like this attracts many flies.” The hero looked up at their nemesis who seemed uncharacteristically unfocused. They avoided the hero’s eyes, walking up and down the small room the supervillain had set up. “You got a lot of fans waiting for you outside.”

The hero didn’t answer. They were exhausted, ready for the villain’s fist or a knife. With the only rule being “don’t kill the hero,” they were ready for a lot worse. A few broken bones were merciful.

But the villain didn’t lash out. Instead they walked over to the hero and crouched down.

“How many people were in here?” The hero shrugged and it was the truth: they didn’t know. Time was weird here. It was weird when they were outside of their normal routines. “Alright…”

The villain sighed and to the hero’s huge surprise they opened a water bottle.

“It’s cold, so be careful,” they warned and buried their hand in the hero’s hair at the back of their head. They pulled a little, forcing the hero to lean back and drink when they connected the bottle with their lips.

And the hero did drink, greedily.

“Easy,” the villain said, decreasing the tilt of the bottle. “Take it easy.”

The hero grabbed the villain’s wrists weakly when they pulled away.

“It’s alright,” the villain mumbled. “It’s yours, okay?”

The hero didn’t let go of them, they couldn’t. They weren’t ready for more pain, for more broken bones.

Hell, they’d been in their apartment, all vulnerable when the supervillain had kidnapped them. They weren’t even sure if they could find peace again if they went home. Being torn out of their bed, drugged, beaten…they hadn’t had time to think about it but for some reason, all of it came crashing down on them.

With the little strength they had left, they pulled the villain towards them and the villain made a sound close to a yelp. They nearly fell onto the hero. However, they managed to put their hand on the wall behind their enemy and steady themselves.

Rather desperately, the hero realised that all the stability they had left came from their nemesis. An enemy they knew better than anyone, an enemy who knew them better than anyone. They cupped their face, thumbs on the villain’s cheeks and their other fingers around their jawline.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” the hero whispered. They were nose to nose and the distance between them was less than little. Lips nearly touching. They were breathing the same air, each other’s air, looking at each other, holding each other…

“I…” the villain began but didn’t manage to finish. They couldn’t seem to concentrate today. Their eyes dropped to the hero’s lips but jumped back up in the split of a second.

“Do they pay to be in here?” the hero asked. It was a question that had just crossed their mind. If there was one thing more humiliating than being locked up and tortured, it was someone else making money with it.

“…at first, no. The supervillain changed their mind, though. 10,000 for ten minutes. 75,000 for an hour,” they said. They started to move softly, letting their fingertips go over the hero’s torso. Whenever they touched a broken rib, the hero hissed, tears forming in their eyes and it was with great despair that they caught themselves wanting to beg.

They hadn’t begged. Hadn’t sobbed when the others didn’t pull their punches. But right now, with the villain touching them, the hero wanted to beg and cry. They wanted to completely shatter in the villain’s arms.

“I wanted to pay more but they only let me do an hour,” the villain said gently. “I don’t think I can do much in that time, but…”

They’d brought painkillers, bandages, food…the hero wanted to cry their eyes out and come with them but they also knew that both of them would be killed as soon as they came out of that door.

“I’ll find a way to get you out of here. One of my henchmen is coming by later today as well. He’ll bring you something warm to eat.” They started working on the hero’s torso, bandaging wounds and stitching the nasty ones. The whole time, the hero needed to touch them, needed to feel their skin on theirs.

More than once, the villain reminded them that they needed both hands to stitch the wound.

“You’ll be out by tomorrow, I promise. I know it’s too much to ask for but…I need you to hold on a little more.”

The hero nodded weakly but their tears wouldn’t stop when the hour was over.

pt. 2

#for my dear friend Epiclamer ;)#you can bet all of ur money that this villain destroyed their whole office out of frustration #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #h/c

326 notes · View notes

cakeofthepan · 1 year

Audio

Congrats to Will for achieving 2 of the greatest achievements in life, becoming a father and murdering Freddie Wong.

[Audio Transcript:

[Rhythmic clacking music plays]

Will: Hey everyone, I’m Will Campos I play Normal Oak, a mixed-up mascot kid who doesn’t know who he is anymore. Teen fact this week about Normal, this one’s for you Freddie

Freddie: Yay!

Will: That raccoon that Normal found, that he befriended a couple of teen facts ago, it’s actually not a racoon it’s a goingondog.

[music cuts out]

Freddie: What’s a goingondog?

Beth: oohhhhhh

Will: [extremely pleased with himself] Not much dog, what’s a going on with you bitch?

Freddie: [screams in agony]

[crab rave starts playing]

Matt: [laughing] are you serious? Did you seriously fall for that?

Anthony: [overlapping] Did you seriously fall for that? You actually fell for that?

Beth: [overlapping] I can’t- I can’t believe you-

Freddie: [overlapping] you BITCH

Will: [full on cackling]

Matt: Are you serious?

Anthony: Oh my god, Freddie is full on doing the Evangelion Shinji like doubled over in his chair clutching his head.

Beth: Oh No!

Will: [still cackling]

Freddie: [screams in agony again]

Anthony: He literally looks like he has to go pilot the Eva right now

Will: YESSS

Anthony: I can’t believe that

Freddie: Aaaaaa what

Matt: Will- Will, you found his perfect weakness, you found like a moment when his defenses were down

Anthony: Oh my god

Will: I, alright, so here’s the real story, I became a-

Freddie: GODDAMN IT

Will: [laughs]

Anthony: How did you fall for it?

Matt: How did you fall for that?

Freddie: [yelling] I don’t know, I don’t know, it was a moment of weakness, Jesus Christ

Anthony: Oh man

Will: [laughs] so um, here’s the story of that dad fact. Last month, I became a father. My wife and I had our beautiful baby boy Andy. He’s doing well, everyone’s doing great. I have been thinking about what my dad fact was gonna be for a month straight while sleep deprived and pacing around back and forth. And I was like, I feel like I’ve got one chance here to really pull something over on somebody. And I thought of this goingondog thing, I was like wait a sec. Cuz Freddie updogged me

Matt: Mmm Hmmm

Will: two decades ago I swear to god. Ten year- twelve years ago

Matt: Oh my god

Beth: Damn

Will: He got me with just straight up updog and I was like, I will have my revenge one day

Freddie: Wait do you remember that? I don’t remember that

Will: I had never heard updog before, and then you just updogged me and then everyone laughed at me and I’ve been holding a grudge-

Anthony: The day Freddie updogged you was the most important day of your life. To him it was Tuesday

Freddie: [laughing] For me it was a Tuesday

Will: And I was like, I bet my first fact back everyone’s gonna be wondering what it is, he’s gonna say something about having a kid. And then I’m like, oh wait, I’ll call Freddie out specifically, I’ll reel, I’ll reel him in.

Freddie: Oh what, that’s the move. That was the move. That’s what got me dude

Beth: Damn

Will: Yeah, so I don’t know. Anyway, I can die now I’m quitting the podcast. Goodbye

Anthony: Wow

Freddie: Fuck, bro. Just like fucking James Earl Jones used to say dude, the circle is now complete

Matt: I just watched an assassination. You know like, one of those videos that nobody moves. Like, we all just sat here just watched Freddie get murdered.

Will: [laughs] one of those 3 seconds before disaster happened videos. Anyway

Freddie: Holy shit. Do I need to turn back in my podcaster card?

Beth and Matt: I think so

[laughter]

Freddie: Do I need to go back to the podcasters guild and tell them that I’ve been forcibly ejected by an updog joke?

Beth: Hi

Freddie: [screams]

Beth: Hi

Freddie: Fuck you Will

Will: Hi Beth, how are you?

[music fades out]

Anthony: Roll stealth with disadvantage Taylor

Freddie: Taylor’s just so pumped at the idea that there was a ghost

Will: Taylor Swift really wondering if uhh we’re uhh out of the woods yet

Beth: Mmmmmm

Freddie: don’t ugh Will

Will: Did you hear her new song hey what’s up dog?

Freddie: Go fuck yourself

Beth: Freddie says it smells like wrong dog in here

Anthony: Freddie, you wanna roll to bofa?

End Transcript]

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #i have literally no idea what anthony is talking about re: evangelion I hope I spelled things correctly #my audio #long post

760 notes · View notes

bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 1 year

Text

Sweet Nothing | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Back at it again with another Taylor Swift inspired fic because I'm mentally ill, babes :)

Warnings: some anxiety

"They said the end is coming. Everyone's up to something. I find myself running home to your Sweet nothings. Outside they're push and shoving. You're in the kitchen humming. All that you ever wanted from me was Sweet nothing."

Bucky stood in the doorway, silently watching you. He loved to observe, to drink you in without you knowing. He liked seeing how you lived in moments when you thought you were alone, without your self-conscious tendencies or insecurities.

These quiet moments belonged to him- only him. And he never took them for granted. He committed to memory everything about you, every small detail he could catch.

He loved knowing that, somehow, the two of you crossed paths. You found each other despite all the nightmares. And he could never put into words how grateful he was to have you in his life. Even when he was away, just knowing that you lived in the same timeline eased his anxiety.

But after watching you for a while, he couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t resist holding you. He wrapped his strong arms around you from behind and pulled you flush to his chest. His stubbled chin rested on your shoulder as his lips found your neck.

“Good morning, doll.” His voice was low, gravelly from sleep. “Whatcha got goin’ on here?”

You reached up and tangled your fingers in Bucky’s hair, eliciting a quiet sigh from his chest. “And good morning to you, Sarge. I thought I’d make us some French toast.”

Bucky’s “mmmmmm” vibrated against your back. “You didn’t have to do that.”

A quick spin brought you face to face with him. He always looked so cute in the morning, with his tired eyes and disheveled hair.

“You’re finally home, babe. I wanted to make you your favorite breakfast.” His dog tags clinked as you toyed with them for the first time since his return.

“Well, that’s very sweet of you,” Bucky said, dotting a kiss to your forehead. “Let me help,” he dropped a kiss to your nose. “Put me to work, sweetheart,” finally, his lips met yours.

“No, you don’t have to do anything-”

“But I want to!” Bucky’s hands made quick work of your sides, tickling you mercilessly. “Let me help, let me help, let me help!”

“Okay, okay!” you breathed, “you can help!” It took several moments for your laughter to cease and your breath to return; Bucky knew exactly how to get to you. “I’m putting you on bacon and fruit.”

He followed your orders and quickly got to work cutting up strawberries and cooking bacon. These were the moments Bucky missed most. He missed the safety, the domesticity, the peace you brought. An unstoppable smile forced his lips upward as he listened to you talk about your dreams from the previous night and the latest update on your work drama.

It wasn’t flashy or exciting, but it was warm. Comfortable. And while others may have been bored with such a menial task, Bucky reveled in it. He never thought he’d experience the quiet things, the soft things. But now that he had, he couldn't get enough. He wanted to fold laundry with you. Grocery shop. Cook dinner. All the normal things he'd been without for years.

And cutting up strawberries for his favorite person to put on her French toast made him happier than he ever thought possible.

With breakfast finished and the kitchen clean, you gave Bucky an expectant look.

“Yes?” He pressed his lips to yours, tasting syrup and strawberries. “Can I help you with something?”

“I’m just wondering what you wanna do today!” you told him. “You pick. We can do whatever you want.”

Bucky’s jaw tensed. It was so quick that you almost missed it, but you’d gotten good and picking up his miniscule indicators of stress. “Oh, I hadn’t… I hadn’t really thought about, sweetheart,” he lied. “Give me a little time to mull it over?”

“Of course, babe. No rush.” You planted a quick, syrup-flavored peck to his lips, “I’m gonna go jump in the shower, you think it over and let me know.”

Bucky remained in the kitchen, conflicted. He knew what he wanted to do, how he wanted to spend the day. But he feared you wouldn’t like his plan. He knew you wanted to do something fun, like ice skating or axe throwing. But Bucky’s idea was simpler, more understated. And the last thing he wanted was to let you down.

When you emerged from the shower, you threw another expectant look his way. “So, what’s the verdict, Buck?”

You were ready to do whatever he wanted- no matter what. He’d been gone for just over a week, and letting him pick the entire day’s itinerary was only fair. There were things he missed out on while he way away. Things he didn’t get to do, things he wanted to do with you. And so, if he wanted to spend the day bar hopping or strolling through the farmer’s market, you’d happily oblige.

More than anything, though, you wanted to do absolutely nothing. You wanted to melt into the couch with Bucky’s body wrapped around yours. You wanted to listen to his heartbeat, play with his hair, hold his head against your chest. The safe, quiet world inside the apartment you shared was your favorite place to be. It gave you a sense of comfort and warmth you’d never experienced before. And you wanted to spend every second in the oasis you'd created together.

Sure, going to the movies or the museum was always fun- everything you did with Bucky was fun. You could’ve spent hours watching paint dry with him and it would probably make the list of your top ten favorite days. Time with him passed quickly. Easily.

But keeping him all to yourself, holed up in your cozy apartment was your favorite way to spend the day. Just the two of you, reveling in the other’s presence. His safe return was all you ever hoped for. And now that he was home, you needed some quiet time with him. You needed to feel him next to you- no distractions, no disturbances- to assure you that he was really back. That he really returned to you in one piece.

And maybe it was selfish that you wanted to keep him from the outside world. But it was the only thing that could ease your mind after he spent a long mission away.

It wasn’t fair, though. You knew he was more than just your boyfriend. He surely wanted to spend the day catching up on what he missed while away. There was an exhibit at the Met you knew he was interested in; his favorite author had released a new book just yesterday. There was a whole world outside your apartment- no matter how hard you tried to deny it. And so, you resigned to keep your desires to yourself. Even if you didn’t feel like taking a trip to the pier or the library or the arcade. Because, truthfully, you would’ve been more than happy do anything Bucky wanted- as long as you got to do it with him.

Bucky shifted his weight and brought a hand up to his dog tags- a nervous habit you’d come to know. “Would you…” he sighed, “would you be disappointed if I said I didn’t wanna do anything today?”

You cocked your head to the side, “what?”

Shame bloomed in Bucky’s chest. It pushed through the muscle and bone and rooted itself just beneath his skin- he almost feared you could see it. “I know I just got back, and there’s probably things you want us to do together. But I’d rather just spend the day at home… if that’s okay.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Or…” he found himself backpedaling, regretting his words. “We can still go out and do something- just a little later? We can compromise; I don’t want you to be bored. I just want some time together- some time for us. Just us. I want you all to myself for a while… if you don’t mind.”

You took his hand from his dog tags and encapsuled it with your own. You wished he wasn’t so nervous about expressing himself. You wished he was more comfortable speaking his mind. But he saw his presence in your life as an interruption, a nuisance, a tumor. He wondered when you’d excise him.

Society kept him on thin ice, no matter how many times he redeemed himself. And though he knew you loved him; he was scared of messing up the life you shared. He feared the ice beneath him would crack. And without you, he’d drown in the freezing water.

“You don’t want to do anything?” you asked, “you just wanna stay here?”

He gave another nod, his eyes downcast.

A massive smile spread across your face as you melted into his body. “I was secretly hoping you’d wanna stay in.”

Bucky reach down and hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your face toward his. “You were?”

“Yeah, I mean, I always have a good time with you- no matter what we’re doing.” You thought back on all the things you’d experience together, the trips and the museum visits and the concerts. “But- I don’t know, I just like doing nothing with you. I like when it’s just us and we hang out at home, you know?”

Bucky wasn’t sure he heard you right. “Really? I thought that…” he rolled his eyes at his own assumption. Of course, he'd expect the worst. And of course, he was wrong. “I thought I was kind of... I don't know, anchoring you here. Dragging you down with all my excuses to stay home. I’ve been worried that I was boring you.”

The words made your heart crack. They nearly pushed you off balance, forcing you to take a step back and steady yourself. “You thought… you thought I was bored?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re dating a ‘superhero’- or whatever…” he cringed at the word, knowing that ‘hero’ didn’t apply to him. “I’ve been thinking that… that maybe you had this grand idea in your head of what a relationship with me- with an Avenger- would look like, you know? Stark galas, me saving the world, exciting things happening every day.” A deep sigh left his chest as his hand once again found his dog tags. “And I think we both know that my life isn’t nearly that cool or interesting. It’s mostly just PTSD and people harassing me on the subway.”

“Bucky, baby, I’m not bored-”

“Are you sure?” The doubt in his eyes cut you to the bone.

“Yes. Oh my god- I only suggested that we go do something because I didn’t want you to be bored."

"I'm not bored, I could never be bored- not with you." The words came quick and firm, like he thought he could stem your leaking anxiety with his assurances. "I'd just so rather be here. With you- just you. And going out always ends up making me feel like shit anyway, so..." At least twice during every outing, Bucky dealt with hecklers. Harassers. They called him names and threw things at him. Screamed and ran when he came near. He'd had the cops called on him more times than he could count.

"Buck, I’m a homebody, babe- I always have been. I just didn’t wanna tell you because I thought you wanted to go do stuff. Honestly," you laughed, "I fucking love doing nothing.”

Bucky pulled you to his chest where you belonged. The unfounded fears he held bout your relationship never came to fruition. He knew they were inaccurate and misguided. But he couldn’t stop himself from believing them.

“And hey, I didn’t start dating you because you’re an Avenger- I was never looking for high speed car chases or you fighting maniacal supervillains in our living room,” you said. “I just wanna be with you. Plain and simple.”

Bucky knew you were telling the truth- but how long could this last? How much time did he have with you before you grew tired of this life with him? How long would he be enough? He didn’t have anything to offer you- not money or social capital. You were simply worth more than Bucky.

In almost record time, he found himself spiraling with no chance of return.

But, as though you’d read his mind, you saved him from the rabbit hole. “I don’t want anything from you- no galas or photo shoots. I just want to be with you. I want you. You’re enough- more than enough.”

“But, doll-”

You held up a hand silencing him. “What do you want from me?”

He stared at you, confused. “I don’t… what do you mean?”

“What are you hoping to get out of this? By being in a relationship with me, what are you trying to gain?”

“Nothing…” he said, his voice soft yet firm. “I love you- I just want to be with you.”

“Exactly!” You tugged him into the living room and pulled him down onto the couch, demanding that his body rest atop yours. “This is all I want from you. I just want time, closeness. That’s all- that’s all I’ll ever ask of you.”

Bucky’s muscles slackened as the feeling of your touch washed over him. He breathed easier, felt his heart rate slow. His chin rested in the crook of your neck, his stubble scratching at your skin. “This is what I want from you, doll. All I’ll ever want.”

“Good,” you gave a contented sigh. “And let me tell ya, now that the truth is on the table and we’re gonna be staying in more often… we’re gonna save so much money.”

“Money we can use for take-out!” Bucky said. “I know we ate breakfast like half an hour ago but the anxiety burned off all my French toast. So, I’m gonna need to order some lunch soon.” He pressed a line of kisses to your neck before hopping up from the couch in search of the stash of take-out menus.

This was where you wanted to be. Apartment 381 on Bleeker Street. Complete with its warped floors and painted-shut windows. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was home. This was where Bucky told you he loved you for the first time. Where you cooked him recipes from your childhood. Where he almost burned down the building because he didn’t know how to use an air fryer.

The small space with its water damage and metric ton of take-out menus was better any high-profile event or fancy gala. It was your home- the home you shared with Bucky. And that’s all you ever wanted.

——————————

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @breakablebarnes @psychoticmason @glxwingrxse @lonewolf471 @dreamerglassesgirl @the-gods-gloted-but-they-burned @purpleshallot @seitmai @itvy5601 @dailyreverie @navs-bhat @eviesaurusrex @themorningsunshine @evangeliamerryll @buckys-metal-arm @broadwaybabe18 @the-kestrels-feather @avocadotoastwithegg @goldylions @lokisasgardianvampirequeen @vrittivsanghavi @idkitsem @avengetheunnatural @rassvetsky @hereforbuckyandsteve @barnesselo

491 notes · View notes

isa-ghost · 3 months

Note

OMG i would love to hear more qphil headcannons!

SET 5 LETS GOOOOO

Previous Sets:

Set 1

Set 2

Set 3

Set 4

When he's alone he gives so many less fucks. Anytime he passes a Federation camera or building or whatever he flips it off. Sometimes he'll stop to do it, do a funky mocking jig out of spite. If Fit has Fuck The Catfish (FTC) then Phil has FTF. Fuck the Feds

Besides the fact that he's sentimental about stupid shit, he also hasn't deconstructed the shitty dirt shack yet because he treats it as rent lowering gunshots. That's his wall. Bitch.

He's a teeny tiny bit sad everyone who lived IN the wall is sorta gone for one reason or another. It's a bit lonely. And eerie, considering a lot of the time they lived in there was before the worst of what's happened to everyone happened. The insides of the walls feel like a fucked up time capsule now...

We've seen this in canon but he LOVES to wander. Wanderlust his beloved. Find cool shit, collect cool shit, get cool pictures. It's just nothing but Ws. ... He feels a lot of deja vu doing it. He'd be able to place it if he could just fly...

Ever since that taste of flight in Purgatory, he's been aching so much more for it again. His stomach fills with dread at the thought of saving Tubbo's life costing him his wings. He'd make the decision he did again & 100x over, but flying is so core to who he is. He can't fathom being grounded for the rest of eternity.

If it weren't for the constant danger he feels like he's in, he'd LOVE to just lay down on his stomach on Chayanne's old house's roof & just sun his wings. Mmmmmm warmmmm

He'll never admit it to Tallulah, but sometimes he switches up what he eats between his avocado toast phases so he never gets sick of it. She thinks he just infinitely enjoys the stuff.

He's convinced the Baker is a paid [Federation employee? Cucurucho 3?] actor that can't, no matter what, break their stoic smile. Phil spends SO much time when he has no other responsibilities trying to get them to crack. He flips them off, he makes faces, he threatens them, he rambles off the wildest most random shit. He did the DK prank. He dances in front of them. Nothing. But one day he'll get them.

Just like cc!Phil, he loathes a lot of stereotypical British stuff, like tea. It's so funny. Fit & Tubbo especially like pushing his buttons about it, his food rants are the best.

When he heard someone on the island made up a rumor that Eggza is legit because Phil taste-tested a cookie out of curiosity, he took that and RAN. Yeah. He's egg sometimes. Who's his parent you ask? Well that's a secret (it's Rose).

The moment Fit told him he has a thing for Pac, Phil instantly launched into wingman mode (pun intended). No more,,,, Hitting The Gym Together. Fit wants more than a fwb, Phil is SO here for it

Cellbit & Baghera take priority over everything. But GOD is he not ready for the flashbacks when he gets to Egg Island to save them. He didn't know Etoiles left that scar on his back...

In very dad fashion, his sneezes and yawns are fucking atrocious. Unnecessarily loud.

(With the idea that Purg2 is canon): He can't help but think about all those new people going through the hell he did. What if he knew some of them? What if there were friends there he forgot about because the Federation meddled with his memory? It makes him sick.

The islanders closest to him + the kids are starting to think he's got some kinda sleep disorder. He sleeps for an awful long time sometimes... (when his hc streams get long :) )

This idiot sleeps in the worst places I bet his back cracks and pops like fucking bubble wrap (same tho)

#qsmp #qsmp philza #q!philza #philza #qphil headcanons

59 notes · View notes

evilvvithin · 1 year

Text

Welcome home, soldier

Pairing: König x f!reader Summary: König comes back from a mission after a long time. You indeed missed him but he missed you way more. Words: 1,679 Warnings: This is a smut. Dirty uncensored smut, slightly dom könig, raw rough sex and such. Ofc it's also kinda cute because, you know, König, he's just being himself. Sorry not sorry. Brain.exe has stopped working.

Notes: König drives me feral and IDC. Don't tell me he is not AT LEAST slightly dom like that, in my head he likes to be in control/dom because he lacked the control of his life early in his life. He is just dom dont @ me. Oh, Im talking too much, this is jsut a dirty smut here, enjoy <3 (checked and should be proof-read)

AO3 link

Mmmm, hmmm… hmm, mmmmmm.

Humming your favorite song in mind, you placed the last plate together with others to let them dry. The feeling of satisfaction filled your whole body as your eyes danced over the room.

Hmmmmm,mm… mmmm, hmm.

All cleaned up and ready. Deep inhale, exhale… the meat! God, you almost forgot you were cooking dinner. The meat was perfect, soft on touch, and the aroma of herbs and garlic filled the whole apartment. He'll gotta come home anytime soon, you said to yourself as you checked the time again.

König was sent on a mission to foreign country and you didn't see him for a whole week, if not more. You weren’t sure at this point. Days melted together without him and you realized how empty and boring your life was without his presence. Sometimes you worked with him, but this time they didn’t really need your programming skills. You cursed in your mind, knowing it was König himself who made sure you stay home.

The door creaked when you were lost in your thoughts, staring at the meat being cooked with an empty look on your face.

“Woo-” you screamed, “almost burnt my hand, silly!”

Large arms wrapped around your torso tightly, König murmured something into your hair and inhaled the scent deeply.

“Du hast mir gefehlt,” he whispered and without any warning pulled you up, carrying you towards the bedroom.

“I… I missed you too, honey, but there’s dinner still being cooked!”

He growled impatiently and let go off you, gently placing you back down. You felt the warm print of his hard member on your back still, even when he wasn’t touching you anymore. Oh, I missed YOU too for sure , you bit your lip and rushed back to the oven. The meat was done, side dish as well. Everything nice and ready, you turned off the fire.

“Hungry?” You asked him over your shoulder but no reply came. Thinking he probably didn’t hear you as sometimes he got lost in his own thoughts and was overthinking a lot, you asked again: “Dinner’s ready!”

In the middle of grabbing plates, König’s hand wrapped around your wrist to stop you. You put the plates down and looked at him, waiting to hear what he wanted. Pulling you closer to him by your wrist, his other hand slid under your shirt and rubbed the skin on your back and sides.

“What about a sweet dessert first,” he smirked and dug his fingertips into your flesh. “Couldn’t wait to… feel you.”

You only moaned in reply at his words, he knew how to make you melt too well. Pushing your own body onto his, lips connected in a long hungry kiss, König kept walking backwards to where he was originally headed - the bedroom, until he reached the edge of the bed. Expecting him to fall down so you can crawl all over him, you bumped into him instead as he stayed standing straight. You knew you couldn’t just push him and make him fall, it’d be like trying to move a house with bare hands. When the two of you finally broke the kiss, you gave him a confused look. You were hungry for some more of his lips,but why are we still standing up like this?

Feeling like you’ve said your thoughts out loud rather than just in your head, he grabbed your shoulders firmly and pushed you onto the bed. Face buried down the mattress, you coughed as you didn't expect it but König was right behind you, rolling you around and weighing you down. Usually you’d let him know he’s too heavy to just rest his weight on top of you, but you didn’t care this time. You wanted to feel him so close, you missed his touch. His touch, his presence, his strength… You craved all of it so much now. Parting your legs apart, he slid his hand behind your pants and sighed happily.

“Keine Unterwäsche…” he grinned amused. “Been expecting an important guest?” His voice was so raspy it sent shivers down your spine.

Rubbing his palm over your already aroused area, he made it impossible for you to form a simple sentence as your mind was blank, only filled with him and your lust for him.

“Very… very important… guest,” you moaned in reply and moved against his hand as much as you could.

Your hands trailed down his body, feeling every muscle of his tensing under them, till you reached the edge of his shirt and attempted to pull it up. He hissed and grabbed your hands, pulling them back above your head and holding them down. It was nothing hard to keep both your hands in place for him, his hands were large.

More moans escaped your lips as he pressed his palm against your clit and rubbed it. Your pussy was throbbing for attention, wet more than enough for him already.

Seeing you whimper and break under him, his bulge grew even more and he slid one of his fingers into your hole.

“Fuck…” you let out, feeling his finger find its way to irritate your pleasure point. “I need you, König.”

Hearing your soft voice crack with pleasure like that, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Getting himself up on his knees, he removed yours and his pants and threw them somewhere to the side. Everything else you were wearing joined them on the floor soon after. His body was heated up, almost burning against your skin. With your hands now free, you immediately used them to pull him close to you, pushing down onto his hips.

“Impatient?” He rubbed his length all over your pussy, making you almost scream out loud from frustration.

“You’ve been away the whole week, please…”

Your needy tone of voice was driving him crazy, his cock twitched with excitement. He needed you as much as you needed him. Pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance, he traced his hands up your arms and grabbed your wrists, gently pulling them down into the mattress.

“Just lay back, love.”

You closed your eyes, not fighting your way out of his grasp on your wrists anymore. You trusted him fully afterall. He could do anything to you and you wouldn’t complain, you’d just ask for more if anything. He’d never hurt you, not even if you begged him to. Focusing on his lips, tongue, sucking on your neck, you felt his cock sliding inside you slowly. He went slow, but as deep as he could. You felt his tip pressing against your cervix before he pulled out again slowly.

“You are so ready for me already,” he whispered onto your neck.

You were throbbing for him, needy, screaming internally. Your insides were heating, ready to welcome whatever he had in mind. He knew it, he knew there’s no need to take it slowly as usual because of his size. His hand, squeezing the flesh of your ass and thighs till now, cupped your boobs and pressed down on your chest. He wanted you to stay in place, not move. He wanted you to stay under him, take his cock.

Moving up his head to look you in the eyes, he suddenly slammed his cock into you powerfully. You yelped out, moaned, something in between. You were drowning in pleasure, his hand grabbing your chin and pulling your head backwards for better access to your neck. He left marks there, marks that you were his. Marks that brought you both soft pain and pleasure. He wasn’t holding back this time, not slowing down his rhythm. His thrusts were only quicker, sloppier, his breath burning the skin on your neck more and more. The bedroom, vibrating under the moans of you two. Soaked mattress under you. His grip on your wrists becoming sweatier and sweatier.

After a while, he freed your hands so he could move his arm under your neck and grasp your hair. He slowed his thrusts, making them intense and deep while brushing and pulling your hair.

“You feel so good,” he barely caught his breath between moans.

“I love you too…” you moaned in reply.

Your hands dug into his back, pulling him down towards you in rhythm. You wanted more of him. All of him. He grunted as you were more likely leaving scratches on his back, but it was only arousing him at the moment, making him plunge your pussy up even more.

Your legs, curled around his ass, sliding down his waist all limp just as he made his last thrusts and your insides were filled with his warm cum. Your arms flopped down next to you down the mattress, your eyes unable to focus on him anymore. He thrusted into you a few more times before collapsing on top of you, kicking the air out of your lungs.

“You are so perfect, Schatz.” He murmured and gave your cheek a kiss.

“Missed you so much, love,” you smiled and found your way to his lips. “A week is too long.”

You might’ve been satisfied, but you were always hungry for his kisses and so was he. You felt squished under him, but the need to be skin on skin as close as possible to him was stronger.

Finally breaking the kiss, you asked: “So, still hungry?”

“For your cooking, always.”

Grabbing your clothes off the ground, you noticed a small shiny thing poking out of his jean’s pocket. Little Eiffel tower.

“What’s this?” You asked and pulled it out fully.

“Just… just a little gift for you.” He replied and took his shirt from you, pulling it over his head.

Of course, you laughed in your mind. Him and his little gifts all the time.

“France? Paris? God…” you whined, “ ah, you know how much I wanted to visit those!”

He didn’t want to hear about this. He didn’t want you to join his mission, not one of those where you could’ve got harmed.

“Maybe next time, Schatz. Now, now I’m hungry.”

#x reader #könig #call of duty #könig x reader #könig mw2 #call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 #cod könig #call of duty x reader #könig x you #mari.fic

614 notes · View notes