#babygirl bout to fuck up the time stream once again

[the-patrex]

not thinking abt the implications the trailer music might be giving off at alllllll

[peachbearies]

omg ion know if ur taking. Requests rn but I was wondering just a cute lil imagine bout zion in which the reader and him are dating and it's they're one yr aniversary or sum idk lol but just zion being a cutie and telling how much he loves her and shiii (because we all know that his ass acts all big and bad but he is a 6'4 teddy bear irl) yaa ik that was supper cringey but shehej yee okay byee (ur an amazing writer btw I've read all ur work and may I saY I stan 💖)

Promise: Z.kuwonu

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›› Synopsis: it’s your first anniversary with Zion, around this trademark period it makes you apprehensive but Zion reminds you how much

›› Genre: Fluff

›› Paring: Female Reader x Zion Kuwonu

›› Warnings: Slightly hinted nsfw, lots of cursing (I mean it Zion so…), a little glimpse of toxic behavior.

›› A/N: what?! This is not cringe at all baby! I admire cheesy romantic headcanons/ imagines like this. My likes and drafts are filled with fluffs or angst to fluff🤧. I’m sorry this is a tad bit delinquent And thank you for reading my work that means a lot I’ve been exploring a lot of vocabulary words to scrutinize my writing, this may be a long one I apologize I got too into it.

The marvels of what a year could do. From going through a hurricane of songster roaring at each other, the strikes of austere comments leading up to the thunderstorm of a anguish. Your ex-fiancé cheated on, with considerable women before you found out. The ring on your finger was nothing but a reflector and leverage for him, he wanted to appear a saint to the kingdom, but a devil in the moonlight. Apologizing and buttering you up like a slice of bread, didn’t make you dawdle.

Your lucidity and rectitude were more caliber than staying, so you moved out of your shared apartment a week later, during the rotation of moving haphazardly you’ve incoherent yourself from the boys' realm, nor have your inner circle heard of you. You dissipated from the earth. And if you had to be adequate, you relished it that way, what was anyone overlooking anyways? but you were silently asking for space, you would give your leg for it.

Zion stirring in disgruntle, pushing profanities in between his gritted teeth. Don’t get mistaken he wasn’t mad you were ignoring him, just by the way your handling things on your own, he knew it had to be really fucked up if you couldn’t come to him. The veins crawling up his proffered hands outstretched for the keys. The boys jumping up in fear he may do something reckless, Brandon putting his hand in front of the boys to halt them. “Listen—even if we stop him, say anything to him or follow him, he will remotely do exactly what you think he’s going to do, you know how much he cares about (y/n), all we can do is have faith in him” Brandon confirms, but deep inside that rickety heart of his fear was kicking his ass too. They all discern Zion, once the peak of anger overflows his eyes only opines vermilion.

Zion parked in the lot, not noticing your car ghosting its rightful place. His mind was set on figuring what was wrong with you. Climbing the flight of stairs, he knocks on your door, his foot tapping the pallid base. When the door swung open it was ex-fiance, their eyes met in pique just burning to throw punches and a few sparks of curse words. “What do you want?” Your ex tempts him.

For your sake, Zion never snapped in front of him the way he should’ve. “Not you that’s for sure” commenting on his current attire, which was shirtless and some sweatpants. “Where’s (y/n)?” He queries, a scruffy ‘tsk’ pass through his lips. “Not here, that bitch moved out after she broke up with me”

Zion looked at his watch the time read 9:35 pm. “Cool, all I need is nine minutes of your time” Zion tranquility explains to him. Swinging and docking him in the throat; the girl that was staying with him bolting into the living room finding the source of the thump. She screams for Zion to get off him, after give or take six punches, Zion walks away not giving him or her the slightest sight. “If I catch you or her around y/n, better make sure you have good health care insurance and dental”

The next day he waited outside your classroom leaning his foot up against the wall; few girls noticed him but that wasn’t on his mind. When your silhouette appeared, he excused himself in a rush to catch you. “Pretty rich seeing a smile from a ghost” your heart dropped; the voice you were scared to dump your problems on.

What lie could you conjure? “Hey Zion” you breathe, turning in his direction. “That’s my fault I’m sorry, dealing with classes and moving I lost track of time” which was half correct, but it wasn’t the biggest factor. Zion tilted his head, signature hand in hoodie pocket. Closing your eyes with a heavy sigh, you knew he didn’t believe you nor did he want to push you. “Zion—“ he groped your wrist pulling you to the parking lot, he leaned on his car's hood without saying a drop of words, he wants for you to stream all your worries.

“Well, that’s half the reason. Okay, I didn't mean to go completely ghost, life just wasn't easy for me lately, I didn't want to add more dead weight to your shoulder. Sorry” zion scoffs pushing himself away from the car with no hands. But they followed the path to your jawline. ”burden on my shoulder or not, they're made for you to cry on. Stop going through things on your own alright?, as long as I'm here you don't have to sink”

Ever since you and zion grew close, a year later and he still gazes at you like a diamond. Even after a year, the astonishment gets the better of you. The insecurities start raging in, fighting in a war of love and hate. Your phone was laid upon the cherry wooden table, the vibrations frightening you, the goosebumps crawling up your arms. The name it read was “Love🤍”

“Hello?” You answer still shaken up; Zion lets out a soft scoff that vibrates through your body “you’re still in bed mamas? you should be awake beautiful” rubbing your eyes slightly, the clock flashed the numbers ‘ 2:30 pm’ your groan only makes him smile bigger.

“Goddamn I love you, look how ravishing you are in the morning” Zion's eyes shimmering in adoration. Those eyes always reflected his emotions, deep down you knew Zion loved you wholeheartedly, but the fear of having something good taken from you. That is what kept you hesitant. “No, I don’t stop lying” you stroke his ego.

“Me? Lie? Babygirl, I can’t and won’t lie to you stop playing” Zion said in a low octave, your stomach stirred in feelings “do me a favor baby” “Which is?” You reply, Zion looks over on his nightstand smiling. “Why are you smiling? Are you being mischievous again?”

“Who me? Nah” Zion shrugs off. The ringing of the doorbell distracted you from his spreading grin “answer that” sighing you walk towards the door, propping your phone on the counter, Zion moans out loud. “Maybe I should’ve slept over last night! Who told you to look that good mamas?” Ignoring his flirty antics you open the door, glimpsing at fresh bouquets of your favorite flower and a self-care basket. “Baby!!!” You screech, Zion simpers at the brightest smile on your face. The sun doesn’t shine as bright as you did at the moment.

“Why?, why are you so loving to me” you start to happy cry “Nah baby none of that, I love you too damn much for you to self-deprecate” Zion shuts your negativity down. Flipping the card over you read the message. ‘You thought I’d forget the day you changed my life? I’ve always loved you and I’ll continue to love you, but it’s not your love that I adore the most, it’s those gorgeous eyes that look back at me. Like I’m some type of angel when we all know that’s you, it’s the way you’re compassionate about others, I love your free spirit baby you’re a dove to me, even though I get under your nerves, I wouldn’t want anyone else to deal with me or my problems happy one year’

You look up at Zion, his eyes were already glossing by admiring your figure. Oh, how you wish jumping through a screen wasn’t just a cartoon thing. “Fuck” you whisper covering your face “angel, you are beautiful” Zion reminds you “stop!!! I’m in my feelings!!” You Jokingly spat at him. “What you wanna do for our anniversary it’s up to you” Zion smiles.

“Can we go to a petting zoo then get tacos?” Your eyes sparkling as your lips turn into a pout, Zion looking up towards the ceiling as his Adam’s apple points at the camera. “Yes, how could I say no” twenty minutes later Zion was at your house, complimenting you the whole car ride. Protectively and passionately rubbing circles on your knees being careful not to raise his hand any further.

“Look! Rabbits” Zion follows your finger pulling you in that direction, you sit on the bench holding the rabbit in your lap feeding it the food. Zion takes pictures of you getting the best angles, falling in love with your beauty, even more, the way the golden light bounced off your skin. It made him think twice if you were real or just a lucid dream. Feeding the monkeys were the best part, they hugged you and Zion; even gave you two kisses. The giraffes were the most exciting to you, joking to your boyfriend “wow look something taller than you”. Walking into a blue-lit aquarium a class of fish surrounded the both of you. Your finger softly touching the fish that was pressed against the glass, it followed your every move. Never realizing Zion detached his hand from yours, it hasn’t hit you until a ring was slid on your finger.

“Not an engagement ring, but soon don’t worry this is a promise ring, and I promise that you’ll feel nothing but comfort and love with me” his fingers gripped into your waist “with a side of pleasure too” you smack his shoulder while smiling ear for ear. “You promise?” “Of course I do, I wholeheartedly promise, I will never hurt or disrespect you baby, you mean too much to me”

Once you were back to the apartment your body couldn’t even make it to the bed, but Zion helped you to the bathroom. To wash off the dirt and sweat, even helped you with your skin routine. His fingers padding over every inch of your back, your soft snores in the crook of his neck. “I’m so glad to be the girlfriend of your dreams” you whisper “oh lord she’s finally figured it out!!” Zion pushes your buttons “should I send you back home?” You test him, “you wouldn’t dare, you need me tonight” Zion teases his swollen lips attacking your neck upwards your jawline, a low gruffly growl trickles down your spine.

“So is this the side of pleasure?” You press your teeth into your lower lip “if that’s what you want”

“Well, you did make a promise” wasting no time Zion straddles you, your legs wrapped around his waist, giggling at how he fumbled to remove his shirt.

“You damn right I made a promise, and I’ll show you how serious this promise is” Zion kisses up your stomach “I love you”

Your hands cupping his jaw the breathing becoming erratic “I love you too”

[headoverhiddles]

Long Day - Lance/#2 (Michael Keaton - Multiplicity) x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You wait for your boyfriend when he gets home for work.

Notes: Eeeeeh I’m so wet for #2 lmaoo

@tats-kisses-and-horror @mysticaltimemachinewench

The front door opens, and Lance drops his keys, rubbing a hand over his face. He’s sweaty, dirty, and tired from the long day of work, and he couldn’t be more happy to be home.

Stumbling over the remote he dropped last night when he fell asleep, he clenches his jaw.

“Fuck off,” he mutters, kicking the thing under the couch. He’d probably have a bitch of a time trying to find that later, but that was a problem for future him.

He looks around, sighing miserably. On top of everything, you were nowhere to be found. His favorite part of the day is coming home to see you, maybe a peck on the cheek and a quick I love you from you. He does, even though he doesn’t show it much, love that. Sticking a smoke in his mouth and fumbling for a light in his back pocket, he trudges to the shower, and stops when he opens the door.

There you are, on your knees in lingerie, in the big stone shower area. His mouth drops open, cigarette falling out.

“I have never been more glad I remodeled the shower space,” he breathes, and takes off his shirt. Your eyes flicker down to his chest and the smattering of curls covering it, and you wiggle gently. He approaches you, unzipping his jeans. You see he’s gone commando today, and let out a moan.

He gets in the shower, and you eagerly wrap your lips around his big cock. He’s half hard already, likely from the exercise of the day and the denim rubbing against him for hours. He threads his fingers through your hair, and guides you off it and back on, starting up a pace.

“Mmm,” he nods, “That’s it. That’s the stuff. Fuck. You couldn’t imagine the day I’ve had, honey.”

You hum around his cock, and he groans, thrusting his hips slowly, languidly, enjoying the treatment.

“Were you thinkin’ bout this all day?” he whispers, looking down at you. You nod. “Touch yourself?” You shake your head, and he grins. “Then you’re just as horny as I am. Perfect.” He pulls himself out of your mouth, and you stand, kissing him. He makes a noise, bracing himself against the stone wall and making out with you. You reach to the right, and turn on the shower water, letting it fall down over both of you.

Lance turns you around, handling your shoulder playfully, pretending he’s taking a bite of it. He kisses down your back, then comes back up and hoists you against the wall. You’re so turned on by his show of strength, and his ego is bolstered by your moan. You watch his muscles flex as he keeps you up, and you can’t handle it any longer– you wrap your legs around his ass and slide yourself down onto his cock. His eyelids droop and he lets out a heavy breath as you work yourself down on him, rolling your hips and hanging onto his neck.

“Babygirl, awww…” he mumbles, looking into your eyes, “You’re gonna kill me. You’re gonna fuckin kill me with this pussy of yours. Get my cock nice and wet… yeah, like that…” You kiss his nose, and giggle as you rock down again. He bites his lip, and lets you down, turning you around. The hot water beats down on the two of you, as he wraps an arm around your stomach and pulls your ass back against his cock. He thrusts, popping his hips forward in a dirty grind, then guides himself to your entrance, fucking in hard.

“Oh–” you yelp, your noise of surprise transforming into a series of moans as he fucks you like this. Lance grips your hair, tugging it back so he can suck hickies into your neck while he brings you closer. You can tell he’s getting there by the power of his thrusts, how he’s becoming erratic, and you reach back to hold him close to you as you both rock once, twice more and come together.

Turning around, you kiss him, smiling as the water streams down between both of your lips.

“Make up for your bad day?” you smile, grabbing the loofah and tossing it at him.

He lets it hit his face, and spanks your ass, biting his lip with that sexy squint that drives you wild. “Damn right it did.” You both finish washing up, and you get out, picking out one of his shirts to slip on with some panties and nothing else. It’s a black open button up with blue flames on it– so Lance. He shakes his head, feigning dizziness as he drags a towel over his hair.

“Holy hell, am I lucky to have a girl who’s even sluttier than I am.” You laugh, tugging some lacy panties on.

“I’d like to see you in the lingerie next time.”

“Fine, the day you take over my job for me.”

“Oh, it’s on,” you giggle, backing against the bed and falling back with a squeal as he advances. He gets on top of you, towel slipping off and leaving him naked. He kisses you again, hands resting comfortably on your hips.

“Hey. Y'know…”

You raise your eyebrows, waiting.

“–How many times have I said I’m gonna take this sweet ass to Miami?”

You giggle. “About 20.”

“Well I mean it this time, pack your things tomorrow, I’m takin’ us on a damn vacation.”

“You mean it?”

“Yeah, I’ll just call up Th… uh, Rico, to handle things while we’re gone.”

“Your brother’s not busy with his kids?” you tilt your head. Lance just opens up his shirt on you to reveal your breasts, and smiles.

“Nah, sweetie. He can pawn them back off on Doug.”

Just then, someone knocks on the door, four loud bangs. Lance rolls his eyes, and you frown.

“Rico?”

“Nah, Rico’s knock’s sharp and precise like this,” he does a hilariously perfect imitation of his twin, setting his hand on his hip and pursing his lips. You giggle, and your boyfriend heaves himself up, wrapping the towel back around his ass. You pout. 

“Take it off!”

“Only you get to see this ass,” he says, and walks out, opening the front door. It’s Four. 

“Hi, Lenny,” Lance sighs. 

“Oh, is it Lenny?” you call, doing up the buttons and walking out in your panties. You approach Lance from behind, waving at the visitor. “Hi, Lenny.”

“(y/n)’s here?!” Lenny grins wide, and Lance nods. 

“She lives with me, buddy, you know that.” 

“Yeah, (y/n) lives with you, I know that. Do you have any pizza?” 

“Nah bud, just beer and wings--”

“MMM!”

“Which you’re getting none of.”

Lenny turns. “Oh. Okay. Alright, Steve.” 

You wave, and Lance raises his eyebrows. “I’m Lance. Doug’s Steve.”

“Right, right. Bye Steve!” 

You smile, and Lance shakes his head, smiling fondly as he shuts the door. “We should invite him for dinner,” you mention.

“You kidding? He’d eat the whole house. Now let’s go get packed, baby.” He chases you to the bedroom.