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exuvianen · 10 days

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dating hc's with dr. ratio, aventurine + blade!

headcanons about what these hsr men do in a relationship witth you <3

cw: x reader, gn! reader (no physical descriptions), mostly fluff, sfw, headcanon style

notes: hsr brainrot… ahahaha... i hope i have a fairly good grasp on these characters and wrote them well.

wc: ~1050 words, around 350 words per character. all under the cut!

feel free to drop an ask or to add on to my thoughts! likes + rbs are appreciated <3

✎ Dr. Ratio:

He likes parallel play, or being alone together with you. He works on his own projects, like grading papers or writing a new thesis while you’re doing your own thing, like playing video games or reading. Occasionally, he might ask you for your input, such as ideas about his next thesis or what pose he should sculpt himself into next.

He has a spare desk and chair for you in his office. You can choose to do work or entertain yourself there when you visit him and he’s still teaching a lecture, but feel free to take a nap on the plush sofa he bought just for you.

He will nag you about your health but in an annoyingly endearing way. He fusses over you, telling you about appropriate attire for today’s weather, offering you an umbrella, and reminding you to drink water.

He entertains all your ideas, no matter how silly or illogical. He’ll hear you out on anything you say, though he might have some very strong disagreements or objections to your ideas, especially if they are silly or completely nonsensical. However, he never turns you away when you bound up to him with a mischievous gleam in your eyes - he just sighs and prepares himself mentally to hear whatever goofiness comes out of your mouth.

He’s your biggest cheerleader, supporter, and advocate. Though he may come off as intimidating, he is always willing to help advance your career or work. He has many connections and vast knowledge of the universe after all - why not utilize them for his beloved?

He’s very good at dispelling any irrational thoughts in your head. If you’re panicking and your mind is disoriented, he’ll sit next to you and hold your hand gently, but firmly to ground you. He doesn’t speak at all when you vent out all your frustration, confusion, or anger - rather, he’s silently contemplative and then asks questions when you finish talking. He’ll indirectly guide you to a solution while gently calming you down as he dispels those pesky thoughts from your head.

He makes a custom alabaster head for you.

♤ Aventurine:

A big fan of matching accessories and clothing. You don’t need to wear the exact same outfit, but he likes wearing complementary colors and jewelry to yours.

If you’d like, he’d be more than happy to bring you to casinos and public events with him. He wants to show off to you and let you witness his wit, talent, and skill like a peacock presenting its colorful feathers.

He likes it a lot when you trace his skin through the spade-shaped hole in his outfit.

He hates the feeling of being vulnerable, but he likes being around you. This creates conflicting emotions inside of him. Oftentimes, he doesn’t know how to deal with it and just lurks by you. Pull him into a hug to quiet the voices in his head.

He will send you packages or luxury items from the planets he’s visiting. You’ll be greeting a disgruntled Topaz or IPC soldiers at your door as they hand you various gifts ranging from limited-edition jewelry to flowers that bloom only once every 200 amber eras. He gifts extremely grand things, but he always knows how to find things that suit your tastes.

He’s a big spender on you. If you’re unused to the amount of money he’s willing to throw at you, he’s going to give you a lot of “exposure therapy” with his generosity. He’ll invite you to private auctions, lavish galas, luxury boutiques, and high-end jewelry stores. He’ll start filling your wardrobe with tailor-made clothes with the excuse that you should match his outfits when you attend formal events together, but his clothing contributions eventually infiltrate your closet pretty deeply.

He enjoys being pampered and pampering you. Self-care nights are a must - as a representative of the IPC and one of the ten Stonehearts, he has to keep himself presentable and looking sharp, and that goes for his partner too! He’s more than happy to spend money to fund your trips to the salon or buy you any beauty products to use at home. He’d love to put on face masks together and share a drink or two with you.

☠︎︎ Blade:

If you want to, and Elio’s script permits, he will bring you along on missions to safer planets. He’ll drop you off at a commercial district - feel free to go shopping or try out some novelty food while he wraps up his Stellaron Hunter business.

He likes getting his hair brushed. One of his favorite activities is sitting down and letting you comb through his hair after he cleans up from a mission. It’s an activity that leaves him vulnerable, but he doesn’t mind if it’s with you.

He’s an acts of service kind of guy. He moves to take your bags before you even say anything, holds open doors, and pulls out chairs for you. Brings you a cup of water and some fruit when you’ve been working for too long, and silently drapes his jacket over you when you shiver.

Tell him you like a certain pastry and he’ll show up every day and bring some. Show him a picture of a pretty flower and he’s boarding a spaceship to bring the flower to you personally. If you want something, he’ll do his best to get it.

He’s pretty quiet, but he’ll remember everything you say, what your preferences are, and what you like. He secretly writes it down in case his memory gets murky, and he’ll often reread his notes to remind himself.

He gives simple but traditional gifts to you, such as jade bracelets and pendants, and combs and hairpins if you have longer hair to wear or use them.*

He’ll treasure anything you gift to him. If you make an accessory for him, he wears it at all times. If your gift is small enough, he’ll stow it safely in his pockets and take it everywhere with him.

If family is important to you, he’ll send funds their way and ensure that they’re taken care of.

As someone who’s often dead and then undead, his body can get stiff. He’ll enjoy it immensely if you massage him, and accompany him for his daily stretches and calisthenics. Even if you just hold him for a while, he finds that his muscles will relax from the warmth emitting from your body. Therefore, he quite appreciates having you physically near him.

* Combs, hairpins, Jade bracelets, and pendants were given as tokens of love and affection in Ancient China. These gifts have a deeper meaning/symbolism, but for the sake of post length, I did not write them all out.

#exuvia works #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x you #aventurine x reader #dr.ratio x reader #hsr headcanons #blade x reader #honkai star rail headcanons #hsr blade #hsr aventurine #hsr dr.ratio #ratio x reader #veritas x reader #veritas ratio x reader

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atiny-moon · 8 months

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ATEEZ as Boyfriends

Genre: soft, fluffy, suggestive

Pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

Tags: a little bit of everything <3

Word Count: 1.6K

HONGJOONG

Definitely the type of bf to fix your clothes - like if you’re going out somewhere, i can see him helping you pick out smth to wear or even styling you himself. And when you two are out, he’s constantly adjusting your fit so you don’t look bad. The type of guy wander off in the middle of a party just so he can admire you from afar

Though he isn’t too fond of being overly emotional, will hype you up to anyone who would listen and not even in an annoying way, it just so happens that the majority of his sentences start off with ‘oh, my partner..’

Loves leaving marks - biting, hickies, etc. in places only he knows about

Will call you every time he’s eating, even if he doesn’t say anything, just bc he missed you and wanted to have you around for a little bit

Doesn’t like to cuddle but does give the best kisses the kind where he just holds your chin in place and plays with the ways his lips touch yours

Ultimate king of push and pull

SEONGHWA

Ugh, the way this man would absolutely dote on his partner. Anything they wanted - he’d be all over it. Think acts of service type of love

Loves all the cheesy romantic shit, all of it - the matching accessories, matching hairstyles, coordinating outfits, taking an insane amount of cute couple photos, going to the most aesthetic date spots just so y’all can take photos together. Knows your best angles, duh

So many gifts. And expensive gifts, too! Hwa’s got super expensive taste and i feel like he’s the type of bf to dote on you so much that he wouldn’t want you to wear inexpensive clothing. Like he’ll be like, ‘oh, babe, i got you these new silk pajamas because you said mine were so comfy’ meanwhile he’s already replaced like all of your clothes

Super comfy stay-at-home dates where you do skincare and watch the latest episode of whichever drama you’re watching. Even when he’s hella busy, he’d find time to video call you so you could watch the newest episode together.

Always smells incredibly good, addictive even

Forehead kisses & top of the head kisses are his favorite

YUNHO

Textbook romantic gentleman. The type that makes sure you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, opens every door for you, never ever lets you lift a finger, and will always give you his jacket if you’re cold

Super sentimental. Like if you put together a scrapbook of all of your time together, guaranteed this man will cry. Especially if there’s a handwritten letter explaining how much you love him - he would simply be undone

Tries to remember every single detail about you so he can either plan the perfect date or gift you the perfect item. Truly works soo hard at being a good boyfriend. Also really good with birthdays. Like, scary good.

And tbh, the type of bf to call you out on your bs - like when you’re being a little unreasonable or if you’re telling him about a situation that you’re going through, i think yunho would be the type of bf to tell you when you’re wrong but in a nice way! (maybe.. he can be kinda savage sometimes lmao)

While I don’t think he’d be super into PDA i do think he’d just always be near you like close enough to reach out and hold his hand or close enough that you two would be able to talk without raising your voices

This man loves back hugs

YEOSANG

The best at good morning and goodnight texts. They somehow always make you feel loved and special

Super supportive? The type of bf to set reminders in his phone so he can wish you good luck on whatever upcoming project you’re working on. Even if it’s like the smallest thing ever, he’d be so proud of you for working toward it and even more proud when you achieve it

Really deep and interesting conversations

I think it would be so easy to be with Yeosang - like the both of you wake up together, get hungry at the same time, get sleepy at the same time, etc

It’s not that he’s not into PDA, he just forgets about it like of course he loves holding your hand, but he got distracted thinking about what he wanted to get for lunch

Laying his head on your lap is his preferred way to fall asleep

SAN

Loooooooves physical affection. Cannot get enough of it. I think his ideal would be being able to glue himself to you so two could just walk around permanently attached to each other. also I feel like San runs really fricken hot - like a cute lil heater

The ultimate hype man. It could be a pre-workout selfie, a just finished taking a shower selfie, an all dressed up selfie, a sleepytime selfie, a i just woke up selfie, IT DONT MATTER!! San is going to hype you up every single time. Which obviously does wonders for your confidence (which was his plan all along ;) )

Loves to stay in and just watch movies. Mostly so he can spend as much time as he can cuddling with you. Matter of fact, most of the dates he plans are just excuses to spend more time with you - physically and emotionally

Speaking of, San would be such a good listener! Like I feel he’d understand where you’re coming from emotionally and provide support in a positive and affirming way and never ever make you feel like your emotions are wrong or you were wrong, for that matter truly wants the best for you

And bc he loves you so much, I feel like he would also respect you a whole heck of a lot which means the first time you guys wanna do anything sexual, it takes him a loooong time to be okay with it. Like i think you would have to initiate

That said, he would absolutely blow your back out every chance he got once he got comfortable

MINGI

Loyal af. Once he makes a decision on who he likes, it’s that person FOR EVA so get used to the idea of having song mingi in your life

The wildest communicator - like, y’all abandoned texting very early on in the relationship and now exclusively communicate via selfies/photos, voice memos & memes. His voice memos are hilarious and sometimes incredibly lewd. Like will sing you an entire song that he just made up. In voice memos. Then follow it up with what he wants to do to you in excruciatingly graphic details.

While he won’t do completely matching outfits, he is super down to coordinate outfits - wear the same colors, or complementary silhouettes, something that lets ppl know you two are an ~item~

And though I think he likes being Princess Mingi, i think he would go to great lengths to make sure you’re taken care of - whatever you need, he’d get it for you.. Or get someone else to get it for you lolol

Will always pull you into his lap. He likes how easy/fun it is to manhandle you.

Loves PDA. I’m talkin full on make-out sessions, ass grabbing, hand holding, and everything in-between. good luck getting him off you!

WOOYOUNG

Likes biting. A lot. Especially the marks it leaves

Super generous. Like, the most giving man you have ever met. Will give you the shirt off his back even if you don’t ask for it. This also extends to anyone you know, especially! family. He likes knowing he’s the one taking care of you && yours

This man is crazy into fashion and i think his style would end up affecting your style, not bc he wants to but bc he just looks so cool all the time, you’d wanna match him, if you know what i mean. Definitely gives me gomez & morticia addams vibes.

Learns your favorite dishes and cooks them for you.

I think Wooyo’d be the type of bf to be a little controlling or ride the line of being a little mean just so he can rile you up. It turns him on when you get angry. But would also definitely cut it out if he saw you weren’t having it.. He wants to fuck you, not make you mad!

Can and will makeout with you for hours

JONGHO

Would have such a hard time telling you how he feels, but has no problem showing you how he feels - whether it’s buying you a little trinket, or making sure you ate, or even just listening to you, i think you would always feel loved when you’re with Jongho

Is actually really funny? Or maybe he’s just good at learning what makes you laugh and then gets good at telling you jokes that align more with your humor

Your family would absolutely adore Jongho

Wants to experience new things with you so all of your dates are either trying out a new restaurant, or visiting a new pop-up event, or going to a new city for the weekend, anything that helps creates memories with you

Hella anti-PDA. Will actively avoid holding your hand in public. But as soon as you are behind closed doors, will be the sweetest and most loving bf - being silly/cute, soft sweet kisses, plenty of hugs (which he’s surprisingly really good at), and sooo many massages

Jongho would give the best aftercare

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flaneur001 · 3 months

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Headcanon…let’s go~

YANDERE male celebrity x GN Manager Reader

[TW- mentions of stalking]

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Acts like a brat around everyone but you. His makeup crew and stylists have a hard time getting him to behave. But when you are around he switches the act and is pretty docile.

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Needs you with him all the time, on set when he is shooting, when he is touring, when he is modeling. He doesn’t care for your schedule or work hours, he wants you like an emotional support pet human. Going as far as refusing to shoot if you don’t accompany him.

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Calls you in the middle of the night crying because he thinks he is being stalked. Himself puts threatening letters around his house and asks you to stay over because he is afraid the stalker might break in.

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Clings closer to you when swarms of his fans approach him, saying that he is scared. He just needs an excuse to thread his fingers with yours.

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Lavishes you with expensive clothes and accessories that is sent to him by luxury brands, he loves loves loves dressing you up. He sometimes secretly sends you the unwashed items that he wore during shoots. The idea of you wearing something of his thrills him beyond words.

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Gifted you a penthouse in his apartment building on your birthday, because he wants you to assist him whenever he wants. He is a top artist, now you wouldn’t want to make such an important person wait do you? .You don’t need to know about the multiple well hidden cameras around the expanse of your penthouse. Afterall how would he take care of your safety? Or watch you sleep

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Keeps tabs on your dating life, and crashes EVERY SINGLE DATE YOU’RE on. So you had to go to others for attention? Wasn’t his love enough for you? Fine if you craved the attention so much, you wouldn’t mind handling multiple press releases the next day. He smiles with a mean satisfaction when his fans hover and scream around you and your date. This will teach you a lesson to never leave his side.

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Is very popular and always surrounded by admirers. But his eyes are always trained on you gauging your reactions whenever he is asked out. Are you jealous? Do you feel the same way as him? Is he on your mind like you are on his? Because you occupy his every single thought. The thought of you leaving his side even for a moment, makes his insides clench Maybe he should just tie you up

YANDERE CELEBRITY! Always wears light clothes, so he has an excuse to ask for your coat/sweater. You are annoyed because he never returns them. And if you ask him to return it, he simply buys you new clothes. Afterall he needs your clothes to hang beside his in his gigantic walk-in closet, he loves the idea that someday you will share every aspect of his life. And until he gets to hug you to sleep, he is content with cuddling with your clothes for the time being. Your scent placates him.

BONUS- YANDERE CELEBRITY! When he was playing a cop for a movie, he “accidentally” handcuffed himself with you for an entire day. Obviously he hid every key beforehand he is not a novice. So what if the shoot had to cancel? He had a ball staring at your pretty face all day. Especially when you fed him (he had purposely handcuffed his dominant hand)

#yandere male #ashe writes #headcanon #my words #yandere #gender neutral reader #yandere x reader #yandere male x reader

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 3 months

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krisis wiping away your tears

i wrote a shitpost fanfic in the gc about how i put my sani pape in the microwave and somehow what was what kickstarted the urge to write as opposed to. yknow. the hour of writing and editing i did before the microwave

tags: hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader, established relationship, reader is crying for unspecified reasons

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

🧻 Vezalius Bandage

uses a handkerchief or tissue to dry your tears

a medic handles with care, just as how he gently presses the cloth to your eyes

it kills him to watch you cry alone, so he takes your hand and guides you to his lap where he can give you all his undivided attention

rubs your arm while you hiccup, and places a hand on his chest so you can calm down to the feeling of his heartbeat

when you aren’t in the mindset to vent or hear him talk, he’ll hum to you. especially if you’re so tired you’re about to cry yourself to sleep

once you’ve cried it out he insists on getting you some water, a snack, and a shower (or change of clothes) to make sure the basic post-cry needs are met

“love. when i say i care for you, i mean it. i want to hear everything you have to say no matter what, and i’ll never, ever get upset at you for it.” it looks like zali’s eyes are closed, but from where your head rests in his lap, you see a hint of gold peer through his lashes. a surgeon’s hand brushes underneath your own eyes, patting away the tears. “so let me take care of you for now. breathe in and out.”

your body feels heavy from exhaustion and emotion. you curl up closer to him as you breathe. “tired, love?” when there’s no response but a nod he rubs your shoulder and clears his throat. the melodies of your favorite songs lull your to sleep.

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🔪 Vantacrow Bringer

lets you get his shirt dirty without hesitation

drops everything to stay by your side when he realizes you’re this upset

he wraps you into a bear hug the second you start tearing up. he’s not great with words and he’s scared of saying the wrong thing, but actions don’t lie

he’s not gonna break the hug any time soon while you cry, but he traces shapes along your skin and strokes you hair as he holds you

he knows you’re always doing your best and supports it, and if you did anything wrong, he’ll let you know once you’re in a state to hear it, not now when you need comfort

it’s hard to hear what vanta’s saying. it’s hard to hear your sniffles, too; it’s all muffled by fabric crinkling and the sound of vanta combing back your hair as you sob, careful not to let it get caught in your mess of tears and snot. his throat vibrates against your ear while he speaks.

“no one in their right mind would say you’re overreacting.” that’s the first thing you can decipher, and the only thing you need to hear. “no matter what. and i’ll remind you any day of the week that you’re doing fine no matter how you handle it.”

your sobs are interrupted by a squeeze as vanta holds you closer. reassurance that you’re his world even if you did everything wrong. “let it all out. i’ll be here every second.”

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🥽 Yu Q. Wilson

holds your face in his hands so he can thumb the tears away

the best thing he can do right now is let you talk, and be the one willing to listen

if your thoughts are too scrambled to explain why you’re upset then he’ll gather any comfort items you need. snacks, stuffed animals, physical contact, anything

he lets you get it all out first before he even thinks of saying anything since he doesn’t want to cut you off. instead a lot of his responses are nonverbal. he nods and squeezes your hand when you need encouragement

your breath is haggard by the time you finish spilling your guts. the storm of choked sobs has passed but now emptiness has taken its place, a hollow, dreadful feeling lodged in your throat as you hiccup. the only warmth you can feel is wilson’s jacket over your shoulders and his hand in yours.

his eyes have been closed for a while as he took in your feelings. it’s unusual seeing him so composed, but right now? it’s a welcome sight when the world feels like it’s crashing around you.

when wilson opens them again he holds you a little tighter. “thank you for trusting me,” he says slowly. “i’m not going to forget it, and i’m not going to ignore it either.

“but you don’t need to be tough all the time.” with his free hand he reaches out. his palm cups your cheek as a thumb curls around your tears, gently wiping them away. the corner of his lips curves up as he tends to you. “it’s going to work out in the end.”

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✧. ┊ ⁭masterpost ✧. ┊ ⁭kofi

#vezalius bandage #vezalius bandage x reader #vantacrow bringer #vantacrow bringer x reader #yu q. wilson #yu q. wilson x reader #krisis x reader #krisis #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #4402 writes

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seeker-of-stories19 · 8 months

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Jaime & Khaji Da Headcannons

- Khaji makes a habit of naturally and even subconsciously adjusting Jaime’s body to make it more adaptive, it takes a lot of arguments and reminders for Khaji to stop giving him extra limbs and eventually they compromise on night vision and sometimes fangs/claws

- Khaji still secretly does it at night to pull Jamie’s blankets back up when he insists on sleeping in bed because he will kick them off if he gets hot

- Jaime only wears his Gotham law hoodie at home because he’s worried Khaji will destroy it and it’s his biggest comfort item

- There’s definitely an element of horror in having his body invaded in such a traumatic way, but oftentimes the thing that freaks Jaime out more is that it feels so right. He can’t remember and doesn’t want to imagine what his life would be like without Khaji Da

- Jaime routinely spaces out while talking to Khaji and literally won’t respond to his family. It freaks Bianca out a bit but Milagro and Rudy love messing with Jaime and totally take advantage of it to scare him

- Although one time Rudy jumps on him from behind and scares him so bad he gets electrocuted again, even though Khaji knows he’s not a threat they think Rudy deserves it for making Jaime scared

- After that they stick to hiding his stuff when he’s spaced out communicating with Khaji

- Jaime goes to ridiculously extreme lengths to hide the extent of his trauma because he’s terrified of having to explain what Victoria and Carapax did to him

- Eventually his family starts picking up on it and accommodating him without him asking about it, not coming up behind him, letting sit closest to the exits, not making him wear ties or anything tight around his neck

- It gets to the point where Jaime slowly starts venturing out of his room after panic attacks and nightmares, so he isn’t alone and his family learns that the best way to support him is just looking out for him and not asking about it

- Although there are definitely moments when weird things trigger Jaime and it makes them wonder why having stuff touch his neck causes him to lock himself in his room for hours or blast off to sit on top of a building somewhere

- Khaji is the only one who knows what really happened to Jaime on the island and they’re very protective as a result

- Jaime will absolutely have a breakdown if Khaji takes more than two seconds to answer him because he’s terrified of losing that connection again

- The longer they’re bonded the more Khaji learns about human emotions and experiences, eventually they’re able to contextualize the horror Jaime feels over their bonding and feel guilt for causing him pain. They still don’t understand it in truly human way but they know they hurt him a lot physically and mentally which goes against their purpose

- Jaime spends so much time and energy looking for clothes that won’t show off the bumps along his spine, definitely has to wear stiffer fabric than he likes so it lays somewhat normally

- There’s definitely a period where he tries sticking kinesiology tape over Khaji to try and make the shape less obvious because it’s too hot to wear long sleeves and they burn it off immediately

- Finally after months Milagro points out that if people ask he can just tell them it’s a back brace or some type of medical equipment which makes him feel very stupid for not thinking of it sooner

- He has a lot of scar tissue around where Khaji latched onto his spine even with the advanced healing because of the trauma it put on his body. He also has jagged scars all over his back and shoulders with some stretching down his arms and legs from the electricity since Khaji didn’t have enough resources at the time to heal him fully

- Definitely at least one occurrence where he scares a stranger half to death walking to his car at night because his eyes are glowing yellow

- Jaime saying we instead of I when talking about things, “We’re so tired” and “Gracias we appreciate it”

- Khaji is incredibly attached to Jaime as well, having bonded more intensely to him than any previous host and like Jaime they’re also terrified of being separated, although they know it is an inevitable part of their reality

- Jaime’s family being so confused by what a symbiotic relationship is and definitely asking some invasive questions on accident

- Jaime is sort of permanently torn between horror and affection toward Khaji, a constant tug of war between the violation of being forced to share his body and not truly have control over his body and choices and the fact that their connection feels undeniably right, the understanding on a level he doubts any other human being can comprehend experiencing

- But even on the bad days he doesn’t blame Khaji, they were simply doing what they were programmed to without any understanding of the pain or trauma it would cause

- And he knows they understand it better now and regret ever causing Jaime damage

- Clothes never stop being a problem, he ends up putting all the basics in an Amazon list and reordering a cheap wardrobe every couple months

- On nights he goes to events with Jenny or other nicer things he just prays he won’t transform and accidentally destroy his one suit

- Even though he can never convince Khaji to stop burning his clothes they always protect the necklace he wears of his fathers

- No matter how long they’re bonded Jaime still answers Khaji out loud sometimes, when he’s at home it just leads to some confusion and teasing but he gets some nasty looks in public for mumbling nonsense to himself or talking over people in conversations

- Clicking/chirping sounds when he’s happy

A/N I totally didn’t expect to get this many likes so thank you, maybe I need to do headcannons more often! Anyways please feel free to add to these in reblogs if you have any more ideas and use any of these that inspire you in your own stories! But if you do tag me or send me AO3 links so I can see!!!!!

#jaime reyes #reyes family #khaji da #blue beetle #headcannons #dc

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cemetarywoman · 1 month

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OMGGG heyyy i have a couple requests for hamzah lmk if I should send them in butttt I NEED a Reader and Hamzah moving in together

send in any request you want! i can’t promise ill get to them quickly cuz its a little hard to think of these sometimes, but i try to do all of my requests when I finally get some motivation!

Moving in with Bf!Hamzah headcanons

-BRO I JUST KNOW HES THE HAPPIEST MAN IN THE WORLD WHEN YOU FINALLY MOVE IN WITH HIM

-he wont stop smiling for weeks cuz hes just so excited

-oml imagine going shopping for more furniture and other household items with him

-he’ll let you pick out whatever you want, he really has no knowledge about most of the things you’re buying but he’ll try to give his input if you ask!

-probably complains about being bored halfway through so you gotta take a break to get some food or something

-hes absolutely no help but hes there for emotional support😭

-but I think he would be a lot of help when it comes to moving boxes and stuff

-he wont let you lift a finger when hes around, so he ends up carrying in your belongings while you unpack them

-teamwork!!🤗

-after a couple hours of unpacking and shit he’ll be so tired that he just comes up behind you and drops his whole body weight onto you, which probably makes you almost fall over because he gave 0 warnings 💀

-once you finally get into bed together hes so giddy that he get to sleep next to you

-and hes just as happy the next day when he wakes up and sees you sleeping in his bed🤭

-housework is something that he would like to do together, he doesn’t want you to do it by yourself obviously and he gets bored doing it alone so he loves when you clean together

-if you can cook he would absolutely love to try and cook with you too

-hes not the greatest cook but if you tell him what to do he’ll get the hang of it😇

-Hamzah “forgets” to bring his clothes with him when he showers so he’ll walk to the bedroom in a towel, then pretend to be shocked to see you there as if he didn’t leave his clothes in the room on purpose 😭

-he’ll do that “oh I didnt think youd be here, but now that we’re both here...” bullshit💀

#hamzahthefantastic smut #hamzahthefantastic #hamzah x reader #hamzahthefantastic x reader #slushy noobz

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qawcamiz · 11 months

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READER WITH A MESSY ROOMMATE, WHO'S VERY FLIRTY AS WELL, THEN THEY CAUGHT READER PLEASURING HERSELF WITH VIBRATOR OR ISKDKDKDD YOUR CHOICE !

WHAT A SIGHT !

warning: fem reader, sexual content, oral sex (reader receiving), masturbation, fingering (slight), dominant, etc.

characters: Tartaglia, Kaveh, Kaeya, Heizou, & Itto

a/n: I just hc these characters to be a 'messy roommate', if you think they're the opposite, my bad ☹️☹️ This is js my opinion since the request said it can b anyone !!

"I don't like being poked fun at, So either you come inside the room and eat me out or go away."

"Don't worry, princess... I'll be cleaning the mess this time."

This man behaves consistently with his lifestyle. He doesn't approach anything seriously and doesn't take the responsibility of tidying up his mess. He occasionally shows gratitude when you clean up after him, but the truth is that you do it for your benefit to keep the place organized.

Despite his laid-back and carefree attitude, he's the type of person who would always lend a helping hand. He may not be the tidiest person but he makes up for it by his generosity and thoughtfulness. He never hesitates to offer his assistance regardless of whether you explicitly ask for it or not. moreover, he's always there to provide emotional support when you're in distress, even if it means simply sitting with you in silence.

Besides, whenever he goes out, he takes the time to bring back something that he knows you'll enjoy. As a result, you reciprocate his motions by completing any tasks he asks of you and occasionally purchasing items that align with his interests. It all works out in the end and you get to know each other quite well.

He is dependable, always willing to lend a hand no matter the situation. You find it tough to reject him or deny his requests, as his genuine respect for others makes it evident that he always has their best interests at heart, regardless of the potential consequences he may face personally.

Although you find his behavior exhausting, you recognize that he is a naturally flirty and playful person and try to take everything with a grain of salt. However, there have been times when his behavior crosses boundaries and he tries to become intimate with you. In these instances, you assert yourself and push him away firmly, as you have had enough of his advances. Despite this, his apologies and genuine remorse for overstepping ensure that you don't stay furious at him for long.

He had just returned from the party he had previously told you about, and it was around midnight, at which point he assumed you'll be sleeping. As he approached your door, he could hear the distinctive sounds of your wails, as well as the loud buzzing of some sort. He leaned in closer to listen, and a smirk formed on his lips when he heard you moaning his name and pleading for 'more'. He couldn't resist the temptation and slightly opened the door to peek inside. The sight before him was stimulating - you were lying on your back, your eyes closed and legs spread wide. In your hand was a vibrator, buzzing away as you pleasured yourself.

He felt a rush of desire wash over him as he observed you fondling your breasts by skimming through the openings in your clothing. Your heavy breathing indicated your high level of arousal, causing his erection to throb with discomfort. He tightened his grasp and commenced rubbing the lower part of his area through his pants. The smell of sexual excitement became more severe as you persisted in touching yourself, whining out loud.

He hadn't given in to the trick to enter the room, All he did was listen to the sounds of your pleasure while noticing the way your breath hitched. He felt guilty for peeking into your private moment, but it was a bit difficult to ignore your pleasuring noises, not to mention you're moaning his name. He didn't want to make you feel embarrassed about what you were doing so he continued looking and listening to your cries to savor them.

"...Fuck, get in... I can hear your groans, you know?..." you said hoarsely. "...Why don't you put that annoying mouth of yours to good use?..." You tried to shift to accommodate him but he wasn't having any of it. "I don't like being poked fun at, So either you come inside the room and eat me out or go away." You glared at him angrily. As he knew he wouldn't be able to oppose you if you insisted so he reluctantly removed his hand from his pants and went inside your room, he immediately began working on undoing his trousers. He then proceeded to kneel between your legs and press a soft kiss on your neck, earning a whimper of approval from you.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do this, y/n." he lightly kneaded your clit, causing you to moan with pleasure. "However, I want to give you something that will surely make this evening memorable and pleasurable." As he ran his cool fingers tenderly over your breasts, he rested two of them on your nipple and began massaging it with a slow and steady motion, causing you to moan in ecstasy.

His touch was as delicate as a feather, yet it sent shivers down your spine and made your body quiver with anticipation. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter as his expert fingers continued to explore every inch of your body, making you forget about everything else except for the pleasure that was consuming you. You couldn't wait to see what other delights he had in store for you, as you surrendered yourself completely to his magical touch.

He skillfully licked and sucked your clit with his mouth, making you moan with pleasure. The sensation was so intense that you could feel a tingle of electricity run through your body, causing you to writhe at his touch. He then proceeded to rub his thumb in small circular motions on your sensitive spot, adding to the sensation and building the pleasure inside you. your body was on fire as he continued to tease and pleasure you with his skilled tongue and fingers, making you moan louder with each passing moment.

"throw that toy, love. you don't need it when I could satisfy you better." His words were escorted by a sultry gaze that torched a fire within you, leaving you feeling even more turned on. He then pulled away from between your legs and leaned in for a kiss, his lips meeting yours in an electrifying embrace.

The feeling of his mouth on yours was sacred, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of enthusiasm as he pulled away. His words echoed in your mind as you felt a pang of guilt for using a vibrator, but also a sense of excitement at the thought of relying solely on him for pleasure. You couldn't deny the desire that was building up inside you, and you found yourself eagerly responding to his advances. As he deepened the kiss, you knew that you were in for a night of intense pleasure and passion, with nothing but his skillful touch to satisfy your every need.

"Can you really... satisfy someone like me...?" you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and savoring every sensation. His tongue continued to tease and explore your mouth, and you felt yourself growing more and more turned on with every passing moment. Finally, he pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You looked up into his eyes, silently begging him to continue. He smiled down at you, knowing exactly what you wanted, and resumed his sensual attack on your neck and shoulders. You moaned with pleasure as he continued to explore your body with his mouth, leaving you lost in a sea of rapture and ecstasy.

"Don't worry, princess... I'll be cleaning the mess this time."

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Tokyo Revengers boyfriend scenarios: how they make up after a fight

☰ Characters: Mikey, Draken, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Kokonoi, Hanma, Ran, Rindou, Sanzu.

A/N do you all have any preference as to who I add in the head cannons, should I bring chifuyu in? I am sorry these are a little long, I may have gotten carried away! I’m not sure if you all prefer these detailed or shorter.

Warnings: Light smut, fluff, daddy kink, cat calling, NSFW 18+. Reader is female!

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Draken:

•Dense and clueless. Let's be real.

•You and Draken had a fight, out of all things it was about how he wasn’t around enough. Draken would spend a ton of time at D&D motors or with his friends outside of work time instead of being with you as much.

•Of course you didn’t mind that Draken had friends who he would hang out with, but he was seemingly oblivious to the fact you were his girlfriend and wanted more time with him?? Big brain Ken bf moment.

•Where was your time for dates? As soon as Draken came home he either ate food silently at the table with you or just went to bed, or would try to provoke you to have sex with him. He thought it was enough. He even brought a dang watermelon come and gave you a slice and said it was a present, which was sweet and all, but you wanted to cuddle, go on dates, be around him more. One day you had enough and wanted to be clear with him. You missed the little things like him brushing your hair too.

•You were out doing some shopping at the mall, treating yourself to your favourite items such as some makeup, clothes and snacks. It’s always fun to treat yourself. That’s when you left the mall and walked down a few blocks and saw Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya and some of the other guys standing beside some motorcycles chatting away. Your eyebrow twitched as you saw Draken, you approached the group. “Hey (Name). Good to see you.” Mikey greeted you and you smiled nodding your head. “Draken.” You said crossing your arms and frowning.

•”What are you giving me that look for?” He snapped looking down at you. Draken never appreciates sass.

•”Is that anyway to treat your girlfriend?! You are hardly around anymore and you barely put in time to spend time alone with me or go on dates. I don’t even remember the last time you fucking hugged me or said you loved me.” You spat as you heard Mikey reply with an “uh oh, kenny’s in trouble”.

•”I have been around, what are you talking about? We see each other daily. Don’t my actions tell you that I love you? I bring you food and I let you wear my clothes when I’m gone, quit your bitching.” This stung, it made you begin to cry “you’re so dense Draken.” You sobbed before turning on your heels the other way to head back to your apartment.

•”Come on man, you never told us you weren’t spending so much time with your girl. Girl's can get sentimental about these things, you should put in more effort for her.” Mitsuya told Draken once you stormed off.

•Draken was in a sour mood the rest of the day. He really did love you. After reflecting on his emotions and getting a pep talk from Mitsuya about how you were trying to get his attention all along, he knew he had to make it up to you.

•Later that evening you were laying on your bed, after crying your heart out the whole day. Did Kenny not love you anymore? Why didn’t he stop you from walking away? You were taken out of your thoughts when you heard the front door to the apartment open, he was home. Draken who was wearing his usual black and white cardigan, black pants and his hair done came into the room with a bag in hand. “We need to talk.”

•”I’m sorry, (Name). I had no idea that my lack of attention towards you has hurt you so much, I guess admittedly I can be a bit clueless about these things. I love you, I hope you can forgive me.” His voice was monotone yet sincere, he handed you the bag as you took it cautiously. When you opened it, there was a small pink box with a ribbon around it. Once undoing the ribbon and revealing what was inside the box, you saw a beautiful silver promise ring. Your heart melted.

•”I promise I’ll always stick by your side.” He said in reference to the ring, pointing to a ring on his index finger, it was a plain silver one. “F-fine I forgive you… I love you too.” You bit down on your lip. “I love it, thank you so much Kenny. But please make more time for me, I miss going on dates and cuddling.”

•He got in between your legs on the bed as he wrapped his arms around you. His scent was so comforting, it was your boyfriend’s scent. “I missed my good girl too, yeah? When was the last time we made love?” Your lips instantly turned from a frown to a smile as you giggled.

•”Mm I dunno. I’ve missed it though, daddy.” Your smile turned into a smirk. As his hands began to trail all over your body. His lips pressing against yours and colliding “Need daddy’s cock, huh? Take those panties off and spread your legs for me, show me what I’ve been missing.” He commanded.

Mikey:

•He gets childish when he is mad or when you two fight. Though you two always make things up with dorayaki.

•Mikey was never too much of a jealous boyfriend, but damn he was overprotective over his girl. He made his presence known as your boyfriend by wrapping his arm around you, placing his hand on your thigh while sitting together, holding hands and even kissing you, Manjiro didn’t care. He was proud to show you off.

•He usually scared of most guys with having the reputation as the “Invincible Mikey”, knowing that your boyfriend would beat anyone’s ass who came near you or put you in harms way. Seemingly, overtime Mikey would just get more controlling and defensive over you. Which one day, while you two were out and you were wearing a stunning (favorite color) dress, some makeup and your hair done up. You looked stunning, as usual.

•After going to a fancy and lavish restaurant for lunch, you and Mikey walked around the district and you walked past a group of what seemed to be a pathetic and amateur gang. Some of the men began to whistle at you, it made you slightly uncomfortable. “Damn, looking fine as hell sexy. Love those tits in your dress.” One of the disgusting men snorted at you, which you bit your lip in discomfort.

•Mikey was already boiling with anger. “I guess you idiots are apart of some pathetic gang, be careful about talking to my girlfriend like that.”

•”U-Um thanks.” You responded awkwardly before one of the men spoke again “can you give me some directions for how I can get into your panties?” Mikey glaring right at the men, who even looked like trash.

•This is when Mikey took matters into his own hands as he began to throw kicks at the men, instantly throwing them down, blood was drawn. He didn’t want to get his hands dirty.

•You stood back in fear “Mikey isn’t this too much…? Let’s just go, before the cops come!” You begged him, biting down on your fingernails hesitantly as some of the men from that lame gang ran off.

•”Why did you just let that happen?“ Your blonde haired boyfriend glared at you, he could be childish and he was feeling jealous so he put the blame on you. “You should’ve told them to fuck off and go to hell, you know I’d protect you and back you up.” Mikey snorted. You let out a sigh and your face began to feel hot as anger bubbled up within you.

•You weren’t just going to yell at a group of strange men telling them to “fuck off” you would’ve just ignored them and went on your way, confrontation like that wasn’t always safe. “Mikey. Do you realize you don’t need to go ballistic every time something happens to me? I would’ve just ignored them.”

•This was when he began ignoring you and getting into a cold tone. “Fine, let’s just go home.” Mikey adjusted the collar of his white shirt as the walk home to your shared apartment was silent. You knew you didn’t fuck up, of course you appreciated Mikey looking out for you but he had no reason to be so childish and ignore you.

•The rest of the day Mikey spent it on the couch across from you, turning on his cell phone to make some phone calls. Eventually, you two were sitting in silence with TV on in the background. “Why do you keep looking at me?” You asked with some attitude.

•”Why do you keep looking at me is the question.” Mikey bluntly replied, leaning against the couch across from you with his chin propped up on his hand. “Hmph, I appreciate you protecting me but sometimes you take things to the extreme.” You let out, before Mikey got up from his seat and grabbed your arms placing them above your head, pinning them. “Extreme?” He asked.

•”L-listen Mikey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get mad at you.”

•“I’m sorry too, cutie.” He sighed before glancing around the room, “now you’ve gotta make it up to me, baby.”

•Your eyes widened as you bit your lip, he was learning down and gazing into your (color) orbs. “You do look sexy, though. Can’t deny that.” He grinned

•”Oh yeah? How can I make it up to you, babe?” You asked with a playful expression, he paused and thought momentarily. “How about you suck my cock like a good girl, let me remind you who you belong to. Then I’ll make you cum with my tongue, I’m the only man who can give you the best pleasure.”

Kazutora:

•Kazutora was extremely jealous and the overprotective type, crazy bf vibes. Again, he has been to jail once and he isn’t afraid to go again. 💀

•You had some male friends you were fairly close with, and at a party while drunk you were sitting in between two of your guy friends, smiling and having a good time.

•Kazutora who was standing near by was getting annoyed and possessive.

•He honestly enjoys scaring your male friends...lol.

•Your male friend had a blue alcoholic drink you wanted to try, so he let you take a sip from his cup. This is what bothered Kazutora. “(Name). What do you think you are doing?” He asked. “He just let me have a sip of his drink I thought it looked cool, it’s not a big deal sweetie!” You defended yourself and your friend.

•You had been hanging around your group of guy friends lately and it’s been a little too close for Kazutora’s comfort. You could he unintentionally flirty and playful which pissed him the fuck off. ”I’m sick of you getting so close to close to these weak dudes, all the hugs, sharing drinks, it’s too much now.” Kazutora glared at the guys you were sitting with.

•”Or maybe you are just crazy for the attention.” His eyes turned dark and had the maniac flare in them.

•What made it worse was also the fact you had his shirt on. You were his girlfriend, his girl, his precious baby to protect. Tora would even get jealous and give other dudes the death stare while you two were at the beach, if anyone glanced at you in the wrong way he took it personally. Kazutora his gotten into fights over you before.

•”Don’t you fucking dare call me that. I-I’m sorry. I won’t hug them as much and I’ll be more mindful to your feelings. But we are just friends, I’ve known these guys my whole life, I love you only Kazutora!” You say standing up from your spot and walking towards him.

•Perhaps you didn’t realize his jealously was also rooted from some inner insecurity. You held Kazutora’s hand and led him to another room, trying to calm him down. “Why would you say that?! You know I love you and only you.” Tears rolled down your cheeks as he realized his words hurt you.

•The man paused for a moment, running his hand through his black and bleached bright blonde strands of hair — he paced around the empty room as you trembled. “I’m so sorry for calling you that, (Name). You don’t deserve that baby, I love you so much. It just makes me feel a little jealous when those guys get so close to you, I know how guys are like and you are a gorgeous babe. I don’t want to lose you.” Kazutora confessed as his eyes lock with yours.

•You understood what he meant and forgave him. Of course, he shouldn’t have said that. But you knew Kazutora didn’t mean that and really just needed reassurance.

•You both decided to leave the party and take a night time walk together, holding hands while sorting everything out. Communication goes miles.

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Mitsuya:

•Mitsuya and you were a very close couple, your relationship was built on a ton of trust and loyalty. He was very considerate towards you.

•Fighting with him as your boyfriend is impossible!!

•You two were out at night, Mitsuya was meeting up with some old friends and you were wearing a very short skirt and a revealing top. Which he didn’t mind, he felt secure and you looked great. The looks other men and his friends gave you slightly irked him.

•When you two came back home as soon as you closed the front door Mitsuya spoke “so, was wearing such a short skirt necessary for tonight? You looked gorgeous but I think it was a little too short for public.” The lavender haired man fiddled with the keys in his hand.

•”Well what did you think of it?! I was trying a new look out.” You said in a bubbly tone.

•Mitsuya worked in fashion and designing and he often used you as his main subject for wearing his designs and testing out styles. He made you clothes often too. “It looked tacky.” He muttered.

•”What?” You asked hurt. Before Mitsuya realized his words came out wrong, so wrong. “I didn’t mean it like that, baby. I’m so sorry. I just meant, the outfit is a little short and revealing. The clothes don’t look so amazing, you look amazing in them but I could make you a skirt you’d look much sexier in.” He apologized.

•”I didn’t realize others were checking me out. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I’m sorry.” You pouted, looking into your boyfriends hazy eyes.

•”I’m sorry for coming off that way, you always look beautiful. Speaking of which… I made you something I’d like to see on you.” Mitsuya gave a soft smile. He was a mature man, he grew up raising his younger sisters, it was a genuine mistake and a statement he made without thinking.

•You nodded your head but felt puzzled, you followed him to your bedroom. He reached into his side of the closet and brought out a lovely, white, lace summer dress. He tailored it to fit you perfectly, so that’s why he was taking measurements of you a few weeks ago.

•”Try it on. I thought it would be a pretty summer dress you could wear out. You will look like an angel.” He softly smiled. Your eyes lit up in excitement.

•You stood up eagerly and began to undress, which Mitsuya tried to look the other direction to avoid getting horny and turned on. But ended up biting his lip and checking your body out as he saw the pretty set of lingerie you had on, the way your breasts looked covered in that bra, how your panties hugged your hips.

•You slipped the dress on and he helped zip it up in the back. “Give me a spin.” He smirked, his eyes watching your every movement as you spun around to show off your dress. “So beautiful.” He praised.

•”I might need to make a few adjustments but you look perfect. It looks so amazing on you, my sexy girl.” Mitsuya hummed.

•You admired yourself in the mirror for a minute as Mitsuya took a seat on the bed. You managed to unzip the dress and got yourself out of it. “So what do you think of my new set of lingerie though?” You giggled.

•His eyes widened with surprise, “come here and I’ll tell you all about it.” He ordered pointing to his lap.

Kokonoi:

•Kokonoi was often going gambling or spending time at casinos, it could get in the way of spending time with you. And one night this really upset you.

•You called him on the phone as you were feeling particularly anxious and wanted him to come home. You were at the apartment alone and there was a thunderstorm, which you were scared of.

•He picked up the damn phone on the last ring. “Hey sweetie pie, what’s up?” His charming voice spoke to you through the phone.

•”Can you please come home?” You asked nervously. “Why? You know I’m gambling right now, love.” He asked in confusion yet stern.

•A sound of thunder filled the room as you shrieked. How did he not remember you were scared of thunderstorms?

•”I’m scared, please come home Koko!” You begged. “Stop playing games, is there actually a problem hun?” Kokonoi said he’d be home before 11 PM and it was now 11:30 and the storm was getting worse.

•”You said you’d be home 30 minutes ago! There is a thunderstorm outside and I’m scared, you don’t even remember what your own girlfriend is scared of?” You snapped.

•That is when he realized he fucked up. “(Name), my beautiful girl… I’m so sorry I totally lost track of time. I, I am so sorry. I am coming home right now.”

•You gave a few soft cries through the phone as Kokonoi stayed on speaker phone while he was being driven home. He drive took a bit longer than expected but you assumed it was from the rain storm? Once he was home he rushed into your bedroom and wrapped you in a tight hug and kissed your forehead.

•”I’m sorry baby girl. Does this make it any better?” From behind his back he pulled out a set of designer pjs and a cute plushie. He loved to spoil you.

•”It’s okay, I’m happy you’re here now.” You felt safe again.

•You put on your new pjs before cuddling with Koko in bed and peacefully falling asleep. <3

Hanma:

•Hanma loves getting into trouble, as you know his often regular habits of getting into fights, or some smaller crimes such as stealing.

•Hanma decided one night he was going to break into a designer store with some of his friends, this was while you were home asleep. He ended up stealing a designer perfume and a bag for you. The gifted it to you the next day and you were suspicious. At first he played it off as he purchased it and not to worry about where he got it from, but you figured out he did in fact steal. (Don’t steal everyone!)

•”Hanma, what the fuck! You can’t just steal and gift me this, it was 2000$ no damn way! You can get in serious trouble!” You freaked out telling him. “So? I’d never get caught. I did this for you princess, you know how much I love you.” He was offended you were going off on him.

•You glared up at your boyfriend who was standing before you with your arms crossed. “You did not need to steal a 2000$ bag and expensive perfume for me. If you wanted to give me a gift for our anniversary all you needed to do is tell me you loved me, not put yourself at risk you idiot.” You lectured him. “God damn, do I ever get a day where my girlfriend won’t stop bitchin’. Chill out shorty.” The taller male certainly did not like being told what to do.

•”What?” You stammered. “I love you so much, I just don’t want you getting arrested or in trouble. It’s too risky Hanma. I don’t want to be visiting my boyfriend in jail.”

•The dark haired male who was wearing a grey shirt and black shorts looked at you and simply walked out of the room. Then you heard him leave the apartment, you opened up your phone to realize it was 12 AM, you must’ve really bothered him.

•You now sat worried in bed, until you heard the door open an hour later. Then you saw Shuji walk in the room, he opened up his phone to show you a photo of the designer items he left outside the store he stole from. “What about finger prints?” You asked. “They can catch me if they can, nobody can keep up to me. Look,” he said.

•He handed you a bag which he ordered food from your favourite restaurant that was open late, inside was your favourite food, appetizer, dessert, drink and a plushie. He had the receipt as proof. You looked up at him and blushed. “T-thank you Hanma, I love you.” You grinned.

•After eating your food (which of course you shared with him)! He began looking into your eyes, grabbing you as he pulled you into his lap. “I love you, (Name).” You felt your crotch press up against his as you wiggled around and blushed shyly.

•”Want me to make it up to you and show you how sorry I am? Let’s be honest, it’s been a bit since you let me drill that pretty pussy.” His deep voice spoke into your ear as he pressed kisses on the back of your neck, before sucking on the side of your neck, leaning a mark. You whined in response.

•”Perhaps… Mm yeah, it has been awhile.” You giggled. “I’ve missed my lil cum slut. Do you need daddy to give you some foreplay before I fuck that pussy and choke you?” His smirk on his face was damn hot, you took a hold of his hand as you squeezed it.

•His hands trailed up underneath your shirt to grope your breasts underneath your bra. Then, you know what happened next.

Ran:

•You are not too much of a jealous girlfriend, but you won’t deny you get a little jealous when you catch others looking at your boyfriend.

•You had joined Ran to a bar tonight for a business meeting, so of course you got dressed up in a dress that matched his suit. You had your makeup done up, some high heels on and you were looking breath taking.

•Half way through the night while Ran got up to order more drinks for your group. That is when you saw a woman talking to him, she was pretty, it was beginning to make you feel insecure.

•Ran is loyal and he didn’t even think she was attractive lmao, ever since you two started dating he thinks everyone else isn’t that good looking.

•Mature man, he likes to keep your relationship smooth so no arguments.

•He politely declined her offers before coming back to your table. This put you into an annoyed and anxious mood. You were quiet the rest of the night before it was time to leave. Once your company left, you were giving Ran the silent treatment.

•”Sweetie, you okay?” His smooth voice asked in concern, your bothered emotions clear to him. You ignored him before speaking a few moments later as you two left the bar. “So, what did that woman want?” You asked with a flare of sass.

•”Is this what you’re worried about?” He stopped in his tracks. “Honey, I told her I wasn’t interested and I have my own girlfriend I love very much. She doesn’t look as good as you-“

•”You’re mine! I don’t want to share you ever.” You snapped, his slightly annoyed him since he didn’t like attitude very much. “Babydoll, please calm down and watch your tone.” He warned.

•”So? Who gives a damn. I hate seeing other girls flirt with my boyfriend.” You sulked.

•”Enough.” He put his foot down and looked down at you. “Stop putting yourself in a position to feel so jealous. I don’t like seeing other men flirt with you but you are absolutely jaw dropping. There is no reason for you to be giving me attitude like this.”

•You were silent the way home once he drove you two home. You stormed off to take a shower, you began to cry to yourself in the shower. You regret having been to harsh. Your boyfriend Ran Haitani was so lovely and didn’t deserve that. You shouldn’t feel so insecure in your relationship anyway.

•Once you got out of the shower, you got dressed in plain black panties and an oversized shirt before combing your wet hair and finding Ran in the living room. He was in the dark watching TV, you looked at him, you two made eye contact before you turned away.

•”C’mere (Nickname).” He called out.

•Once sitting with him on the couch you apologized “I’m sorry for being rude and snapping at you. I’ll try not to put myself down so much, I trust you.” You apologized with a sniffle. “That’s my girl. It’s alright. I love you.”

•”I love you too.”

•An hour of cuddling later turned into Ran eating you out, reminding you how much he loves you. Before he turned you over doggystyle to pound your tight pussy, cumming inside of you and marking you as his.

Rindou:

•You and Rindou fought about a guy looking at you the wrong way. Rindou was protective over his girl like most dudes and wanted everyone to know, they need to keep their eyes off of you

•You two sometimes argue over what to eat but it is cute.

•You were annoyed and puzzled as to why he told a guy to “fuck off” just because he was checking you out which you didn’t realize. “Rindou, it’s not a big deal just calm down babe!”

•But he wasn’t having any of that. You two were now at home and he glared at you. “That dude was looking at you the wrong way, I had to let him know of his place.”

•”Ah…Okay, I understand.” You sighed just complying with him. If that’s how he was going to act, then so be it. You just accepted it. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?” You asked tilting your head innocently.

•That’s when he gave you the most dirty smirk you’ve ever seen. “How about you suck me off right here, right now, angel.”

•To say less, Rindou easily felt back to his usual self again once you have him an incredible blowjob and got to see his cum all over your pretty face.

Sanzu:

•Sometimes you and your boyfriend, Sanzu. Would argue over little things, this being one of them. He didn’t want you going out in that sexy and short sparkly dress he bought you. It was meant to be for his eyes only.

•He took things personally as he would stare violently and get aggressive with men who happened to gaze your way. Sanzu had no problem getting physical with someone else for the sake of you.

•”I can wear whatever I want.” “Yeah but I bought that for you, doll. I have some choice in the matter.”

•”Ah Sanzu, stop! You are so controlling, I’m a grown woman. I can wear what I want, most guys don’t go crazy over what their girlfriend chooses to wear and they trust her!”

•Sanzu stood over you and his eye twitched. “Is it so bad I care about you? There’s fucked up dudes out there who want to hurt you, I just want to protect you.”

•The two of you went back and fourth for awhile until you gave up. “I’m sorry, Sanzu.”

•”I’m sorry too… It’s fine if you want to wear it out, but I’ll be by your side the whole night not letting go.”

•You knew sometimes he was afraid of losing you. His arms reached out to hug you as you hugged him back. “It’s good we sort this out, it’s never good to go to bed feeling anxious and unresolved. I love you.” You told him.

•”I love you too baby, so very much.”

•You looked up into his charming eyes, he gazed down lovingly. “You are my world.”

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goingmerryfics · 30 days

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Hello!! I recently found your blog and I love it!! ❤️

I was wondering if I could request something!

Kid, Mihawk and Law with a partner who’s into gothic clothing. uwu

Gothic style S/O w/ Kid, Mihawk & Law

Content: Gender Neutral reader, SFW!

Notes* Glad to have you! Thanks for the request :) Out of anyone, I think these three would be the most accepting/understanding of someone with this style and even indulge in it a bit themselves so I tried to make this a little more personal to each character. That being said, I feel like they turned out a little shorter than normal, but I hope you still enjoy it!

Kid

He wouldn’t even bat an eye if this was a regular thing to be dressed in gothic style. It’s pretty common around the crew, and even if it wasn’t, Kid appreciates the aesthetic of the style

He also just doesn’t give a shit what you wear as long as you can do your job

Looking good while doing it is also a plus

For that reason, he would help you out with your makeup for sure. Not that he has much experience with it in the first place, but he just likes any excuse to look at your lips

On the other hand, if your weren’t introduced to him in black and chains, he wouldn’t recognize you if you just up and changed your wardrobe

You walk out of your room in your new style, the one you’ve been wanting to try for years and never had the bravery to out of fear of judgement

But after joining the Kid Pirates, it didn’t feel so scary to go outside of the world’s expectations

“Who the fuck are you!? How’d you get on my ship!?”

After managing to convince him not to just throw you overboard, he does the unthinkable

“Oh. You look good. Better than that boring shit you used to wear.”

He compliments you

Kid will pick at your outfits and give unsolicited advice on how to coordinate or style your clothing

He isn’t one for making jewelry, but he might try if you can’t find anything that would match your clothes

Mihawk

No comment from him. You’d have to outright ask him what he thought, and even then it would be a short answer

“Yes, it’s a good look on you.”

He isn’t actually looking at you when he answers, but it’s genuine

You’d find him staring at you quite often, though

He enjoys the style on you, especially since his style is very close/similar to gothic

He respects your backbone for sticking to what makes you happy, and he’ll encourage you to stick up for yourself if anyone has anything to say about your look

Honestly, he’s seen people look and dress a lot worse, so he doesn’t see why anyone should be making unnecessary comments

Despite being a man of few words, he would still compliment your outfits every time

He, having a eye for the fashion, would also help you coordinate and mix up your clothing items and accessories to freshen up the looks

“That won’t do. We need to get you some earrings that will match this.”

It’s such a sweet way to spend the time that you two have together

Law

Law gets whiplash at first

His emo phase is coming back to him all at once and he’s cringing internally

But despite his own emotional setbacks, he is happy if you feel comfortable dressing this way

He’s very level-headed, so there’s not going to be a very big reaction out of him right away

His perception of you hasn’t changed, and it won’t anytime soon

“Express yourself however you like, just make sure you don’t alter the uniform too much.”

He’ll warn you that the crew might ask some dumbass questions or make rude comments

He also will ask you some questions, very carefully, not wanting to sound ignorant

He would come to your aid if you needed support, especially within his own crew

If you’re the type to wear a lot of make-up, he’ll be on your ass about cleaning your face every night

He’d even help you do a skin care routine to make sure you were taking care of yourself!

If you bother him enough, he’ll start to do it with you, too

Gets you stuff that remind him of you, things he believes may align with your style

All in all, he’s pretty indifferent to the style, and may even be open to dipping back into it a little bit

He looks great in eyeliner, but damn it he keeps smudging it

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mooncleaver · 2 years

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how they would hold your hands

pairings: percy jackson, annabeth chase, leo valdez, jason grace, piper mclean; gn! reader

warnings: once again i am rambling. are we surprised

masterlist <3

#PERCY JACKSON

➵ percy is a physically affectionate boy!! he likes to hold your hand or any part of you really at every chance he gets.

➵ now don't tell me he wouldn't wear rings. i refuse to believe he doesn't. (LIKE OMG imagine him just doing his normal business, wearing the most gorgeous pinterest bf vibe clothing plus being laden with all sorts of accessories; vintage, gold, silver, turquoise/opal. what a concept. PEOPLE WOULD BE SCARED!) this man would have a generous collection of them and they're amazing fidget items. he also let’s you wear them and at some point you guys have matching rings <3

➵ i’m the number one (1) supporter of percy jackson being a vivienne westwood king. but feel free to comment on that my besties x.

➵ it becomes such a common thing that if you sit next to him he'll automatically grab your hands. its a subtle way for percy to show you he’s there and to make sure you’re safe.

➵ when he gets nervous he searches for you and 99% of the times ends up with your hand on his lap. (or vice versa, really)

➵ when i tell you he has grip that's so evident whenever you're holding hands.

➵ this is so genius to me wtf but you have a handshake that leads to hand holding. when it's been a thing for a really, really long time the two of you would probably start doing it subconsciously. in a cabin meeting? boom silent handshake. approaching him during a group conversation? boom absolutely soundless and flawless handshake. no eye contact was even made. it ends up with your hands intertwined behind your backs if it's not a pda kinda moment <3 i'm not gonna get into the technicalities of the handshake because i'd be damned, so you get to decide how you want it lovelies!

➵ likes to do regency-ball-type-beat-jane-austen-slay gentlemanly kisses to the back of your hand while greeting you. (ikyk) it's silly but it's a 10.

#ANNABETH CHASE

➵ i’m gonna base this off of like percabeth 2/4 romance arc so i think annabeth may be a little shy (sometimes prideful lol) to hold your hand at the beginning. it's not that she doesn't want to, but she's like um.. im kinda embarrassed,, so its a sweet and slow thing that you will have to initiate most of the times.

➵ my bestie definitely has other, more prominent love languages lawl

➵ finger holding is her get-go!! the type to drag you everywhere (gently) on dates. now it's guaranteed she'll do that if you’re going to a museum or a place with lots of architectural structures. you best believe she’ll be tugging you around explaining the origins of each monument to a t!

➵ overall, annie has loose and almost fleeting contact when it comes to hand holding. but it can be upped to like a 100 during distressing situations.

➵ sometimes when you're around, she'd start tapping or lightly pulling on your fingers in stressful situations. like when she's trying to decode or figure something out on daedalus' laptop and she feels too much all at once, the comfort of your hands may just be her anchor.

➵ i don't know why i’m imagining something so emotional with annabeth but when things get really bad; in the middle of battle.. or something tells the two of you that tragedy is over the horizon, she'll just grip your hands and look at you with the most vulnerable and intense—almost heartbreaking—look in her eyes. complete with the eyebrows furrowed and nostrils flaring in barely-subdued panic. you don't need her to say it to know that she loves you.

#LEO VALDEZ

➵ leo!! i think leo runs hot so he's like your cute little furnace. he would quite literally warm your hands up while cradling them between his. it's very convenient when you're sitting on his lap or leaning your back against his chest.

➵ this probably goes for all the characters that they can be quite fidgety, but leo does these.. strange positions when hand holding. very unorthodox ways to combine each other's hands but you'd go along with it anyways bc its cute and fun.

➵ for some reason he always has something in his hands like tools, food—yes food. snacks that are exclusively for the two of you to share—or smears of oil and ashes. (courtesy of the lovely festus) so you'd have to be particularly mindful about that.

➵ gosh he would be the type of person that twirls you around for a hug. i think it's just me being super cheesy and romantic, but just imagine... it's such a fun and carefree way of greeting each other. esp happens during joyful moments. so spontaneous and unexpected when you think he's only taking you by the hand but he actually spins your body towards his embrace :,,)

➵ also very accessible. literally will just hold his hand out in the air and there'd be a telepathic signal for you to plop yours atop his. people are staring at him like sir?? what? and then you'd come in and everything makes sense. (when you're more familiar with each other, this would def apply for giving him tools and scraps when he's tinkering and making things)

#JASON GRACE

➵ jason.. dude.. something compels me to say he would be kinda awkward. like partially bc of his strict upbringing in camp jupiter for idk 12? years of his life.

➵ but he’s SO SWEET like if you were the one to initiate it—smiling at him and taking his calloused hands in yours—he would blush like mad idc what anyone says. jason really has an adorable, jarring carmine blush whenever he feels flustered or embarrassed and it paints the tips of his ears too.

➵ definitely one for super subtle, pinky-to-pinky hand holding and fiddling with them whenever.

➵ sometimes when you two are alone he holds both of your hands and it allows for a more intimate face-to-face conversation/ moment. jason thinks doing all these gestures are very personal and.. sacred? almost. like, he treasures them a lot and it's incredibly heartwarming.

➵ there’s a really specific idea i thought with jason but you have this thing where you’d do the ‘measure my hands against yours’ gesture and turn it into hand-holding. i think that’s so cute.

#PIPER MCLEAN

➵ piper is a hand swinger ong. like yeah she's in a relationship and she's not afraid to flaunt it??

➵ piper has really beautiful, nimble? fingers. i don’t know how i can explain this without sounding weird, but there’s an unusual elegance to the way they move. it’s very distinctive to hold.

➵ she holds you by the elbows. so looping your arms together :)

➵ that opens the door for brushing her fingers atop your skin. but with piper, she tends to do so over your wrists, stroking the skin encasing your veins.

➵ she traces over your palms too; all the lines and jagged marks. dunno if you guys also did this, but when i was younger me and my friends would do palm readings to "predict the future". it's not actually true i think pls, but piper seems like the kind of gal who'd do it just for laughs.

➵ you obviously have matching charm bracelets. also lots of those diy friendship bracelets that decorate your wrists like rainbows.

🦋: ok so.. originally this was supposed to be hand holding only but i went a little bit off the rails

credits to original artists for the arts that i used! also, they're only references and i'm not trying to pertain to a specific gender :D

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soleilandpeaches · 1 year

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you’re a daydream (stay awhile)

featuring: Keigo Takami x f!Reader synopsis: Keigo comforts you during the worst week of the month, in more ways than one. He’s just the sweetest isn’t he? warnings: f!reader, reader is on their period, hurt/comfort, smut, unprotected sex, cursing, mentions of drugs, toothrotting fluff rated: 18+ (MDNI) song title inso: Melting by Kali Uchis

You awoke to the sound of a brief thump! from outside, followed by a string of muttered curses from what you assume is your heroic boyfriend coming home to you after a long day of heroism. A part of you wanted to feel guilty of your sulking when Keigo seemed to face so much worse. And yet, he never seemed to think that way. Even though he was never the “emotional healer” type of person, once you had taught him the right way to comfort you without words, he never hesitated to give you the emotional support you needed.

“Hey, Baby.” He breathed out gently after finally managing to make it inside in one piece, you turned to notice two heavy bags held in each of his hands; no doubt period assistance. You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as he sets the bags down onto your bed to strip away his clothes, making sure to check you over for any signs of distress: there was.

“How you feelin’? Looks like you had a nap!” His cheery demeanor never failed to bring a smile to your face as you leaned forward to inspect the items he had gotten you. Pads, tampons, sweets and more, paired perfectly with your favorite ice cream flavor.

“Thank you, Keigo.” You bit your lip, strong emotions of love and devotion churning inside you, your eyes watering as you gaze adoringly up at him. You marveled at how good to you he truly was, especially since last night you were experiencing the worst pms cramps and your loving boyfriend decided an orgasm was the best cure. Only after he had you cumming around his cock, he had pulled out to witness his prick coated with your release and your blood.

So embarrassing.

“Aww, of course, Dovey.” He said, pulling you close into a hug so he could settle down with you onto the bed, cuddling you into his chest as he rubbed over your sore muscles. “Wait, I should put away your ice cream first so it doesn’t melt.”

You giggled wetly, cheeks still coated in your tears as you watched him take everything out of the bags for you to put them away.

Waltzing back in the room, he begins changing into his loungewear, the outfits you think he looks sexiest in.

“How did your day go? Was it okay at least?” If you weren’t crying before, you were now, a throaty sob etched its way from your chest, quickly followed by more tears and wails of sadness; you just needed him to hold you.

“I guess that’s a no.” He chuckled softly, a gentle: C’mere, Baby murmured into your hair as he pulled you back into his chest, enveloping you in his comforting earthy, aromatic, and warm spicy scent. After you cried, you droned on about your shitty day, how your period only heightened every insecurity and every single emotion known to man.

He didn’t have much to say, only humming to show he was still listening as he petted and massaged your body. He planted sweet kisses on top of your head and along your cheeks, thumbing at your waist as he showered you in loving praise and sweet: I love you’s.

“Wan’ you inside,” you begged after a moment, gripping his plain t-shirt in between your fingers as you nosed you face further into his neck. “Please, Keigo, wan’ you s’bad.”

He shushes you with a loving kiss, shimming you gently onto your back as he lays with you chest-to-chest, yet still mindful of your tender breasts.

“I’m right here, Pretty girl.” He says, intertwining your hand with his, giving it a firm squeeze as he pulls away to search your face for any sign of discomfort. When he finds none, he resumes his long and slow kisses, making sure not to leave any parts of you untouched.

He peels away your clothes after his own before wrapping his arms around your middle to coax your body into his. You wrap your legs around him, moaning as his fingers slip between your bodies to rub against your clit. He refrains from taking your nipples into his mouth, instead leaving fluttering kisses across your chest and neck as he inches his cock near the entrance of your now dripping pussy.

“You ready, Angel? Hm?” He pulls his face from your neck to rest his forehead against yours, rubbing his lips against your own as he awaits your permission. You simply nod your head with a desperate: please, gasping at the pleasure of him filling you up inch-by-inch. The sound of his deep and guttural groans has you clenching around him, whining at the intrusion.

Giving you a moment to adjust, he sets a slow pace after your nod of confirmation. With your hands intertwined, he takes his opposite to rest on your cheek, guiding you to meet his passionate kisses of love. You both quickly find a compatible rhythm, your hips lifting to meet his own.

“Haah—Gonna make it all better, Dove.” He promises in-between moans and kisses, his cock pummeling deeper inside as he presses his hand against your stomach. He shifts his knees lower, angling his dick for your sweet spot, hips meeting yours harder-and-harder in his desperate attempt to please you.

You throw your head back as fingers make quick work over your clit, rubbing delicious circles as he pants into your neck. Lewd moans of your name leave his lips in a hurry as he holds himself back from pinning you down and chasing his own pleasure.

“You like it when I take you like this? Huh?” He purrs into your ear, accentuating his words with a deep thrust, chuckling at your squeal of pleasure.

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you nice and slow don’t you, Sweet girl?” As his hips pick up in force you begin to feel the nauseas ache in your lower belly begin to unravel, your previous worries forgotten entirely. The only thought in your mind screaming: more, more, more as he fucks you into complete submission.

“Fuck—I’m almost there, Angel.” He confesses and so are you, your nails raking themselves down his right shoulder as your legs tighten around his slim waist.

His hips begin to pick up in pace as you beg for his cum inside you, feeling almost pathetic for how badly you need it: to feel loved and taken care of, held and treated with so much care like you could break. As he held you tighter, the overwhelming feeling caused every muscle in your body to stiffen and collapse all at once. You finished with a cry of his name as he came with you, a series of fucks, shits, and i love you so fucking much.

You’re both sweating and heaving as you come down from your respected highs, a dopey smile stretches over his face before he’s burrowing himself back into your chest, slowly slipping himself out of you. He perks up instantly, reaching over into your dresser for a pack of wet wipes to clean you both off of sticky cum and blood.

After he carries you in-and-out of the bathroom, lecturing you when you fought him because you were too tired. “Gotta stay safe, Baby.” He said, though you were grateful you didn’t have to walk.

Setting you back down onto your bed, he wraps you in your blankets as he pulls out a baggie with two joints cramped together, one much larger and untouched than the other.

“Why don’t you light us a joint and I’ll go make you a bowl of ice cream, hm? You can put on whatever you want and I’ll order us some takeout later. Sound good?” He says with a stand and a much needed stretch before leaning back over you to give you another kiss. You nod, silently thanking him again for going out of his way to take care of you.

“No need to thank me baby, I’ll be right back okay?” You nod again, watching as he rolls his sweatpants back over his hips and tossing you his forgotten shirt for you to wear before he exits the room. You take his shirt in your hands and pull it up to your nose, sighing at the smell of the same woody-amber fragrance of his cologne paired with his natural musk. You slip the shirt back over your head to do as he says, after all, you might as well when he takes such good care of you.

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amethystpath-writes · 19 days

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To Traitors

NOT A PR0MPT

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"The general wants to send me to your homeland."

"For war?"

Villain hummed. "We knew it was coming."

"Of course." Hero shook her head and pushed a shirt further into the bucket of water. She bent it and twisted it and shoved it again. "How did she react when you told her 'no'?"

That was the thing; Villain didn't deny the general. No one denied the general.

Hero picked up on the silence. She always did. “Where does that leave us?”

A choice.

War?

Or her?

“You know this decision is not mine.”

"Sure, it is. I always wanted to travel- try camping."

Camping. Hero knew rejecting orders would be considered traitorous. She would rather be homeless and shunned than to standby while her homeland was being attacked.

"Hero..."

"Is that something you are not willing to do?" Her movements became rushed, like she was trying to maintain a calm, but the only way to do so was to move along with the emotions. She grabbed a shirt, dunked it, rung it, tossed it. Grab, dunk, ring. Grab, dunk, ring. They weren't even becoming clean, and the water needed changed. "My family is there. Where are they meant to go?"

"Even if I did tell the general no, I cannot stop an entire army from marching. The war will happen with or without me."

A sigh veiled the tension in the room. Villain's weight creaked beneath him as he stepped towards his lover. He took a linen shirt, wet and soaked, from her hands, and dropped it in the brown water. He found her hands next, then tugged her up slightly. She took the cue and stood, let herself be held.

"I love you," Villain said.

Hero didn't like crying. This is why Villain began rubbing her back as he pulled her into an embrace. She buried her face into his chest and sniffed once, twice...wiped a face full of tears, sniffed again...stopped, then began sobbing. No amount of squeezing could console the thought of her family being innocently slaughtered.

"You would hide them, wouldn't you? If you found them, you would save them?"

His grip loosened. He whispered, “Of course I would.” Did Hero know it might have been a lie? Even Villain wasn't sure what he would do when the time came that he marched onto her homeland.

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"Then I'm leaving now." She attempted to pull away from Villain's chest, but he held her firmly. Her muscles tensed beneath him, but Villain knew she knew better than to try again.

"Hero, be level-headed.

"I want to warn them," she whispered, so quietly that Villain only knew what she said because of how well he knew her. He knew her every thought before she even had it herself. It wasn't magic; just love.

"And you think you will outrun an entire army overnight?"

"I know I won't!" her tone had changed, and this time when she pulled away, she didn't stop until Villain let her go. "But who am I to not try at all? Who would I be, Villain?" Her face was red and swollen, glistening with sad, then angry tears.

For a moment, she stopped. She took a breath. then swallowed as if she needed to stop herself from asking what obviously came to her mind. Alas, she said it. "How long have you known?" Her voice cracked, and Villain could see she already knew the answer: longer than he should have known before telling her.

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't ask for an apology." Her eyes refused to meet his. Villain was almost glad for it. He couldn't bear her anger, not when it was directed at him. "I asked how long you have known."

"Hero..."

"Clean your own damn clothes. I'll pay the Baker family back when I return."

"Pay them back? For w-" No. "You're not taking their horse." Hero was already scrounging around, first grabbing a raggedy sack, then stuffing one random item after another in. "Hero, stop. Hero-" She was going to take the neighbor's horse just to get caught up in the war herself. "Stop!"

She fell to her knees in the next moment. Broke down as if his voice took out the last support beam keeping the house together. hero cried, screamed, and wailed. "No. No. No. No. No," she repeated, and her voice broke time and time again as she screamed.

Tears sprung into Villain's eyes. What did he do?

"I'll send a bird. It will arrive before our army does, and when they receive it, they will know to leave."

Hero's head lifted, and her puffy eyes finally met Villain's glistening ones. "I will prepare beds. We have pelts; I can throw something together, and my brother can take-"

One blow after another, each and every passing moment. Just when Villain thought all might be well, the both of them realized there was no saving anyone. The war was an ambush, and Hero's brother would be expected to take a stand, to protect his own homeland.

"I won't-" Villain swallowed. "I won't harm your family. I will send the bird, and I will pray with every moment of travel that they receive it and leave. I will not draw my sword until I find their home empty, until I am sure they have left."

"You would be a traitor to your own kingdom."

"Better it this kingdom than you."

#not a pr0mpt #hero x villain #hero #villain #hero x villain story #hero x villain drabble #hero x villain snippet #heroes and villains #writeblr #writing community #creative writing #angst #I think. Does Dee know what angst is yet? No. Absolutely not.#I worked on a project for three hours straight and seeing as it is already midnight I figured I might as well finish #the draft I started months upon months ago.#Oh yeah- did y'all know I decided to start rewriting my entire manuscript...again..?#hence the delay in writing. I'm working on my book- working full time- doing school part time...it's a lot. barely any leisure time 😭#anyway this is due for a reblog in the morning :p #weak ending but I have procrastinated posting for wayyyy too long- open to continuing this one if it's enjoyed enough :p #To Traitors

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yandere-toons · 1 year

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OSWALD COBBLEPOT

Platonic & Romantic Headcanons – Yandere

WARNING: strong and bloody violence, guns, stalking, alcohol use, references to torture, death, undeath, desecration of corpses, abduction, psychological manipulation, toxic mindset.

PLATONIC:

From his days of spying and backstabbing as a human footstool for Fish Mooney, Oswald has understood that most relationships are transactional and devoid of real intimacy. Hence, he becomes so readily attached when someone goes out of their way to make his time on this earth a little easier.

In this person, whom he now wishes to have as a lifelong friend, Oswald sees a shining exception to human ugliness, for whose sake he is willing to break laws, spend vast sums of money, and take lives to keep with him.

The late Gertrud Kapelput taught him that one must give everything to those dearest to one's heart, a lesson Oswald will honour for the rest of his life.

In addition to assassinating people on his friend's behalf, this devotion translates to buying out entire inventories of jewellery and clothes for them. He offers free drinks at his nightclub, guarantees protection if they operate a business, and provides super-secret special access to all his mother's recipes.

Being sentenced to Arkham or Blackgate is no matter when Mayor Cobblepot is eager to finagle the early release of an old friend. He will blackmail, intimidate, and coerce all the appropriate offices until the person he wants is back with him.

Oswald becomes exceedingly irritable and anxious if separated from his friend for too long.

He relies on them to lend him an ear whenever he needs to castrate a rival verbally. Although he is not the most cooperative, Oswald is sensitive to any advice from his friend, a sensitivity that doubles if they tell him he is a good man.

As soon as they are more than a few hours late for a meeting and have not contacted him with an airtight explanation, Oswald is howling at his goons to find them and phoning the GCPD to babble about filing a missing persons report. He refuses to sleep or stop pursuing their alleged killer after his worried heart tells him they lie dead in an alley.

Oswald is drowning in grief and hysteria, attacking anyone who delivers bad news about the search when his friend returns to him alive. He collapses into their arms and rejoices that he can delay learning how it would feel to live without them a bit longer, at which point he begs them to clear their schedule in favour of accompanying him through his day.

If anyone dares make a laughingstock of this relationship and, by extension, him, Oswald paces up and down his home while guzzling wine and ranting about how he will roast these people's entrails like chestnuts over an open fire.

Practising emotional honesty for something other than anger takes every courage Oswald can summon. It is safer for him to live out his days half-satisfied and fantasizing than to put his hopes to the test and risk terrifying rejection, so while he is weighing the pros and cons of coming clean, Oswald awaits a sign that the attachment is reciprocal.

In his ideal world, he lives in his father's mansion and drinks tea with his mother and friend while everyone talks about how he proved the critics wrong and became a great man despite everything.

This dream will never come true for various reasons that keep Oswald awake at night, so he persuades his friend to take one of the guest bedrooms and dispatches those who might threaten his monopoly on their attention.

He does much to sweeten the deal, which, when broken down to its most basic elements, is a request for his friend to devote themselves to him, as Gertrud did and as he says he did for them.

A gourmet breakfast and dinner from Olga every day are a given, but the only item on which Oswald will not make concessions is permission to leave Gotham.

Suppose his friend chooses a life of crime. Oswald considers himself their proudest and most adamant supporter. If they are arrested, he will burst into the police station with an army of sycophants - if necessary, an angry mob of misguided citizens - and demand that all charges be dropped.

If the GCPD resists, he will send Victor Zsasz to raid the precinct in a hail of bullets or turn the case into a political issue for the cameras and journalists to shame the police into submission.

A constant sense of danger looms over the friendship, like wolves over a sick deer. Oswald sees it every day in the crowds wishing him to suffer, in the way his heartbeat jumps and pushes him to lash out each time someone approaches his friend with a suspicious look.

This hypervigilance may one day prove too stressful, and Oswald decides his best course of action is to fake his friend's death and sequester them in a safe house until he rules Gotham's underworld with absolute power.

If they do die, Oswald embraces their corpse and wails like a lost child until he has to retreat to survive or gets a chance to mangle the one he thinks is to blame. Afterwards, he is subject to fits of rage and melancholy when reminded of his departed friend and enlists Hugo Strange to revive them.

Operating under a fat paycheck and the threat of torture if he fails, Strange is cleared to sacrifice as many people and make as many monstrous modifications as necessary to succeed.

Driven mad by loss compounded, Oswald finds scarcely a price not worth paying if it allows him to have back one of the few bright spots in his life.

ROMANTIC:

In terms of relationship security, Oswald experiences some cognitive dissonance. He wants to believe that his partner will never abandon him, but at the same time, he fears losing them to anyone with a pulse.

Oswald, pathologically insecure, suspects his partner of finding a replacement for him after one ill-timed joke, one misunderstood smile, or one rejection of another's flirtation that he does not feel was direct enough. He flies into a tirade about how they lead him on and play with his emotions to leech off his wealth and influence.

This explosive tantrum sends his every minion scurrying far away, for whichever lackey is standing closest to him at that moment will be stabbed in the neck with a broken bottle or beaten senseless with a fire poker, depending on the setting.

Even though the physical aspects of his rage never touch his partner, the threat of what he could do to them is present evermore.

Throughout his life, the only people who have invariably been kind to him without ulterior motives are his parents, especially his mother. Therefore, a genuine compliment from his partner overwhelms him with the feeling of being wanted and makes him grossly overestimate his importance to them.

If someone claims that his partner has been disloyal to him, Oswald disregards any evidence as forged and maims the messenger for, in his eyes, being a filthy liar.

The only way he would believe such a thing is if he uncovers the evidence himself, in which Oswald would rather blame a third party for forcing his partner's hand than let go of the comforting delusion that this relationship is meant to be.

As his rise to power destabilizes him mentally and puts a glaring target on his back, Oswald fears leaving his partner alone, even for a minute.

His paranoia spirals out of control until he becomes obsessed with the possibility that enemies he knows too well and those he has yet to discover will come to murder or kidnap and torture the last good thing in his miserable existence.

Oswald assigns Victor Zsasz to keep vigil over his partner day and night for the foreseeable future, giving Victor—who in turn gives his henchwomen—strict shoot-on-sight orders for any visitors not on his list.

The list is shorter than a pig's tail and consists of Oswald himself, Victor and crew, and as an on-again, off-again member, Edward Nygma.

In his deranged mind, not even Jim Gordan has business speaking to his partner without him there to monitor the interaction.

Suppose Oswald gets the impression that someone is trying to wheedle information out of his partner or bully them into betraying his trust. In that case, this interloper is slain with extreme prejudice at the earliest opportunity.

Suppose a friend or family member decides to come over unannounced and receives a bullet to the brain, que será, será. Oswald has convinced himself that all the others in his partner's life are traitors waiting to happen, or, if not traitors, vulnerabilities that his enemies will use to lure his partner away from the safety of his watchful eye.

Acts of disrespect towards those he cares about make Oswald apoplectic, so if he hears anything about anyone accosting or assaulting his partner, someone is getting an umbrella crammed down their throat.

Whether he beats the culprit to death with a baseball bat, lets Victor have fun with them, or mounts their severed head on one of his end tables and calls it a decoration depends on the severity of his partner's distress.

If tears are shed, and blood is bled, whoever caused them this pain is hunted like an animal and reduced to meat paste.

Through mass execution and permanent disfigurement, Oswald makes it clear that his partner is off-limits to Gotham's underworld, even to those members who have been licensed to do wrong by the Pax Penguina.

Anyone still holding them at gunpoint loses an arm and then a life, and Oswald insists that he take that life himself because everything that threatens his partner threatens him, too.

If in Arkham together, Oswald deems himself far more honest than the rest of these ruffians and thus makes a promise. Any violence against his partner will be inflicted tenfold on the perpetrators, whom he adds to his big book of names to disappear once he regains his status as King of Gotham.

Locked alone in the asylum, Oswald worries that his partner will leave and forget about him. Once free, he tracks their current address by any means necessary and seeks confirmation that they have not forsaken him.

This absence has so reinforced his inability to separate that the appearance of a new person or a request to distance himself from them is perceived as a betrayal.

Although Oswald will always forgive his partner, he will not quit plotting revenge against those who gave them these terrible ideas. The day of reckoning for these pond scum will come when and how he pleases.

In the meantime, he would like to share a ribeye steak with his partner while everyone else in Gotham starves.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

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Warmth

The water was warm, Steve recognized. The hands touching him, running through his hair, gently stroking his skin were warm too. It was weird, in a way, to be surrounded by such warmth; such love, as he remembered it to be. Normally the water felt cold as it pooled around his feet, running off his shoulders in fat droplets. Even with the shower knob turned to be almost as hot as the water heater allowed for, it still chilled his bones and sent shivers down his spine in graceless waves.

The hands pressed firm into his flesh, allowing for him to process the feeling before tapping softly, as though asking a question. Steve quickly caught onto the fact that it wasn’t a question but a statement; a little informative gesture telling him that the soapy washcloth would be scrubbed over that part of his body when he deemed it so.

He leaned back against the edge of the tub, screwing his eyes shut to block the light. He felt a thumb rub over his thigh in vague circles. That’s how he knew it was safe. That it was safe to keep his eyes closed; to render himself useless with only the sense of touch left. He couldn’t hear worth a damn, anyways; just gentle throbs and thumps when someone made a loud enough noise. It was like he was deep underwater in the beginning; before he took one too many hits to the head. Now it was just silence.

When Steve finally drew his eyelids up, a soft, incredibly lovestruck smile met his eyes. Eddie half chucked half properly set the washcloth on the edge of the tub, leaning himself over to grab Steve’s face in his hands and press a kiss to his lips. Just a simple one, lust abandoned and in its place; love.

‘You feel safe’ Eddie signed, although his fingers moved in that clunky, unpracticed way and his sign language was distinctly lacking. But Steve understood it nonetheless; and brought himself to nod slowly. Eddie’s smile only seemed to brighten, eyes shining and teeth showing.

‘Always, with you.’ Steve attempted to mumble, very unsure of how it actually came out. He was positive he got the point across anyway, if the way Eddie practically melted and fell back onto the floor was any indication. Steve felt a soft smile paint his lips.

He was loved, content, warm. But most importantly; he was safe. He couldn’t even put a date on the last time he could close his eyes and relax. Eddie was here now, though; he’d keep Steve safe from the echoing horrors brought by the Upside Down, even if only for a little while.

To be quite honest; that brought a funny feeling deep within Steve’s chest, a feeling though not unwelcome, but strange nonetheless.

He later recognized it as a graceful dance between gratitude and devotion; his utter love for the man before him and how much he adored having Eddie in his life. His heart swelled with tender emotion at that; a little truth whispered in his head.

Slowly, slowly, slowly; the water drained away, dripping down his chest and off his legs. Stark cold wrapped around him like a thick, unforgiving blanket. The feeling didn’t last long before Eddie helped hoist Steve to his feet, one knee wobbling without the support from the brace. A towel fell around his shoulders, courtesy of one Eddie Munson; the very ratty fabric doing just about absolutely nothing to warm the chill of his flesh and to soak up the water still gliding off his wet hair.

He threw a faux scowl at Eddie, the man only shrugging with a sheepish smile and saying something probably along the lines of ‘It’s the best I could find.’ Still though, Steve tugged it tighter and scraped the water off his skin until the towel felt like it took a long dip in the ocean.

With barely a moment to spare, Eddie put his hand on the small of Steve’s back and swooped them both away to rummage through his closet (Mostly consisting of still unwashed items from thrift stores and clothing articles so worn through it would only take a single touch for them to fall apart at the seams.)

Steve could almost see when Eddie had a lightbulb moment, pulling out a pair of sweatpants in arguably good condition and a hoodie Steve had literally never laid eyes on in his life; no doubt because of the lack of holes, stains and shittily sewn patches. He eyed them both hesitantly, but Eddie had already practically flung them at him; leaving Steve just about zero choice in the matter.

He put them on with a sigh; after locating.. a halfway decent pair of boxers. Eddie had scampered away to retrieve something he didn’t bother to tell Steve about. He returned triumphant, it seemed, when he held something out in the palm of his hand; confidently proclaiming “For you, my liege.”

Steve eyed his hand first; before taking the hearing aids and slipping them onto his ears. He turned them on, a whiny mechanical groan emitting from the shitty electronics. He winced, scrunching his nose up as he managed to adjust it properly.

As he finished, Eddie’s arms wrapped around him in a fond hug. “You did great.” He beamed proudly.

“At what; sitting on my ass as you do all the work?” Steve snarked.

“You got it in one, Harrington.” Steve could feel the ‘Soon to be Munson.’ On the tip of Eddie’s tongue. (Even though one of them worked a shitty retail job and the other didn’t at all, therefore making the purchase of a ring basically irrelevant and homosexual marriage was very illegal.)

“Thanks.” Steve laughed, smacking his boyfriend on the back jokingly.

“You’re very welcome, my liege.”

Steve smiled, eyes crinkling shut as he stood there, holding Eddie as Eddie held him back.

Their life, the one they carved out from the stone blocks of text the Fates had written; was nearly perfect, in that moment. And he was quite glad for that.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #fanfic #stranger things #writing #my writing #yippee

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withoutyouimsaskia · 11 months

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Decisions (Sandman One-Shot)

GIF: Originally posted by @teenwolf-theoriginals

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x gender neutral reader

Summary: One-shot. Reader self-insert. Established relationship. Newly married. Fluff. You and Morpheus are due to attend an Endless family gathering and you ask Morpheus for points on what to wear.

Warnings: suggestive themes?

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Hello there! I'm still riding the high from meeting Tom at Basingstoke Comic-Con on Saturday (drabble post about the experience here) and it has boosted my creativity enough to finish this WIP that has been in my drafts for 2+ months. Thank you, Tom <3

Sandman Masterlist

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You huff an emotion laden sigh into the air as you stare at the neatly displayed garments before you. Over thirty minutes have passed since you made the decision to open the wardrobe and try to choose an outfit.

You have run your fingers over each item at least ten times now in the hope that one of the textures would prompt you into committing. It’s been fruitless and now, you are standing in front of the gaping hole formed by the parted doors and feeling as if the clothes are taunting you.

Despite being wholly frustrated, you are reluctant to give up and come back to the task later with a clear head. You are going to be in the same room as all of the Endless siblings for the first time in a matter of hours and an urgency has taken hold of you.

You hear footsteps coming from the hallway and you immediately identify them as Morpheus'. Your unease turns to nausea. Surely it couldn't have been time to go already?

A quick check of your wristwatch allays your fears a little. It was not as late as you had feared. You plop down to sit at the foot of your bed; your frantic search does not need an audience. However, your tension still remains in your frame and you know it will not be long before it is noticed and queried.

As soon as your husband takes one look at you after entering the room, he walks straight over and says, "You appear troubled, my love."

You shake your head, forcing a smile. "Everything's fine," you answer breezily.

Morpheus picks up on your feigned nonchalance, astute gaze then falling to the anxious way you are unknowingly twisting your wedding band around your finger.

He speaks your name and the sound of it is like a whisper of the wind. You chance a peek at his face, his blue eyes overflow with concern.

Your shoulders slump in defeat and you immediately spill the truth of the situation.

"Actually, I'm struggling to decide what to wear for this evening."

"I would recommend something that you feel comfortable in," He replies softly.

You move off the bed, repeating the adjective in your mind as you pick anxiously through the clothes once more.

It's futile.

"I need some kind of brief to work to." You turn to fix him with an imploring look. "Please."

Morpheus begins to sense that your agitation might be masking something deeper. He decides to be open with you about his own feelings in the hope that you may open up in return.

He comes closer and takes both your hands in his.

"My only stipulation for this evening is that you sit between myself and my elder sister."

You protectively edge closer to your partner. His words give rise to a desire to understand if there is subtext accompanying his statement.

"Do you feel nervous?"

He pauses. "Not nervous. Apprehensive is a more apt descriptor."

You nod before admitting quietly, "I think I may be feeling the same as you, Morpheus."

His right hand finds your jawbone. "I'll be right there to support you."

You smile crookedly. "And I you."

He rubs small circles on your cheek with his thumb.

"We can also leave whenever you wish."

"Can we have a cut and run safe word?"

Morpheus is amused by your phrase, and the corners of his mouth pull up ever so slightly.

"I welcome it. What would like to choose?"

You contemplate silently. "How about if I call you Dream?"

You never use the name Dream for your husband, it has always been Morpheus. The name he had offered when you had first met. To use the alternative that his siblings used seemed like a smart choice; it wouldn't draw attention if you had to say it in anything other than a whisper.

"Dream," he confirms.

With some decisions made and comfort provided, you turn back to the wardrobe. You sigh once more as dejection rears its head.

"I shall be wearing this, if it is of any help to you."

You look round to see Morpheus gesturing to the outfit he has just willed into existence. He is sporting a black, flowy sleeved chiffon shirt. The buttons are done up all the way to the top, accentuating his perfect neck. His signature jeans and lace-up boots complete the look.

The change in your demeanour is like a match being lit. Your lips part, a solution forming in your mind.

"So smart casual?"

You are looking at him with such a hopeful expression. Heartfelt reassurance is the key; he can see how much you need it right now.

"Yes," he replies with an encouraging smile.

You now approach the wardrobe with confidence; posture straight, eyes up. Morpheus listens to you talking quietly to yourself as you pick your way across the rack from left to right.

“No, no, no… Ahh, there you are.”

You triumphantly produce a black shirt from a hanger, the sleeves of which are embroidered with delicate constellations and crescent moons, and a pair of black jeans from the adjacent drawers.

Morpheus places himself in a nearby chair and from his newly seated position, he watches you swap the oversized green jumper and blue jeans that you are wearing for the just-selected outfit.

You struggle for a moment in securing the cuffs of the shirt but soon you are standing in front of the mirror and smoothing the front of the garment down.

You turn to the side to inspect your profile. "What do you think?"

Morpheus comes up behind you. You maintain eye contact through the mirror.

"Perfect," he whispers in your ear. "You are perfect."

A heady blush spreads at his words. His arms slip around your waist

“Thank you for helping me.”

“You are most welcome, my love.”

It is impossible to keep your attention off of him. His own shirt is sheer enough for you to see his toned torso beneath.

His image, coupled with the combination of him suddenly kissing your neck has your stomach dropping deliciously. He continues until you are weak and dazed with pleasure.

You breathlessly turn to face him. Lust smoulders in his celestial eyes.

You have left the top two buttons of your shirt undone; Morpheus touches his fingers delicately to the exposed skin.

"I fear I may struggle to get through even the first course with you looking like this, my love," he murmurs.

You rest your palms on his chest.

"The safe word is there for you too, My King. Say the word and I'll go anywhere you want."

A low groan rumbles under your hands as well as in your ears. Morpheus leans in so he is mere millimetres from you.

He smirks flirtatiously. "Very well, my sweet dream.”

He then closes the remaining distance to hungrily press his lips to yours.

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