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gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year

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I really liked your dating HCs 😃 wanted to know if you could do the jjk men flirting with a crush HCs? 🥰 just all the stuff they try to do to woo a person if interest 😍

Aww, I'm glad you like my dating HCs! Flirting goes hand in hand with dating as far as I'm concerned, so lets do this!

Now Presenting...

Starring Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna

Kento Nanami

the quiet type

Nanami is so bad at flirting I'm being SO SERIOUS

He doesn't really have the time or energy for it, so it's a struggle for him to flirt.

All I can think about when I think about Nanami flirting is this clip.

I feel like he treats it as a business transaction because that's just what he knows and is familiar with

When he's not being extremely business savvy, he's trying to get to know you as a person.

If you're going to make a relationship work, you have to know that person. So he's asking you about your hobbies, your childhood, your opinions, ect.

Now, I know what you're thinking Dear Reader. "Isn't that just what friends do?"

Yes.

I told you, he's bad at this.

Honestly, you probably wouldn't have any idea he was interested in you romantically until he hits you with that, "I've had feelings for you for a while now, would you like to go out on a date with me?"

BLINDSIDED.

But, honestly? Considering all the Information he's gathered about you it's going to be one of the best dates of your life

After that, his flirting does shaft. It turns more into him sending you “Good morning 💛” texts and checking in on you throughout the day.

Also he cooks for you.

He flirts by learning your favorite dishes and learning how to cook them perfectly.

As far as he’s concerned, cooking for someone is the oldest expression of love and care, and he’s a sucker for cute traditions.

He also starts to recommend media based on things you like. He’s flexing that he knows your taste

Ultimately Nanami flirts by showing that he knows you well, which is weird to say lol.

Suguru Geto

Prince Charming

Charismatic as fuck.

Out of all of these men he's the best at flirting.

Suguru is very manipulative, and that translates Into him being phenomenal at flirting, because he can manipulate your emotions.

I'd give an example but I can't cause he's better at flirting than I am by a mile

I think it's very subtle at first. Almost like him planting the thought of you liking him into your brain.

And once that seed has grown into a full on tree, his flirting becomes more overt, so you know he likes you and you like him

He definitely pebbles.

Giving you wildflowers he picked while the two of you were walking, giving you used books he annotated for you, sending you memes that made him think of you.

Do not be fooled reader, this man is Baby's First Manipulator and this is the start of love bombing.

He writes poetry for you. The type of poetry that when you first read it, it makes you all giggly and love sick, but when you read it after the breakup you realize it was all just pretentious garbage.

SONG RECS.

Geto flirts by giving you song recommendations, sending you music that reminds him of you, videos of live performances he thinks you’d like, and the like.

Music genuinely forms the way this man interacts with the world, so when he starts sending you love songs that should honestly be the first hint that he’s into you.

He sends his homies over to go and hype him up to you, that's the vibe

The moment you say you’re cold he's covering you in his jacket.

“Where's my hug?”

Ok, no to the last point but also yes kinda.

I swear I physically CANNOT bring myself to be nice to Suguru

Satoru Gojo

the goofball

“Like my shirt? It’s made of boyfriend material.”

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

“Did it hurt when you fell? Cause you're the only Ten I See…wait, I think I fucked that one up.”

Gojo is CHEESY I TELL YOU. MAN IS DRIPPING IN CRINGE, DO YOU HEAR ME?!

But, it’s almost charming just how earnest he is in trying to woo you.

He sends you those couple memes like “this could be us but you playin’” paired with a picture of minecraft diamond armor Halloween costumes

He takes you to watch slasher movies so you get scared and cling to him, but ends up getting spooked and clinging to you.

When he looks at you you just see his eyes glittering with adoration

When he looks at you he just sees you through the Shojo vision filter

He always looks for a reason to touch you. Brushing your hair behind your ears, his knees brushing yours when you sit next to each other, anything. As long as you’re comfortable with it of course.

He slips notes into your pocket with other cheesy pick up lines or cute little doodles.

It starts with him just jokingly flirting to hide his real emotions, but it only makes his heart burn brighter for you.

You noticed it, when slowly it turns from him laughing after a cheesy pick up line to him nervously chuckling and trying to hide his blush.

He can’t look at you without smiling, at least just a little bit.

His heart gets fluttery and he starts to get a little more stuttery.

He decides that just flirting and leaving the chance of a relationship just hanging over you, indefinite and fuzzy, hurts WAY MORE than any possible rejection could hurt

He slips a note into your pocket that's like “Wanna go on a date with me? For real this time! Yes No”

Gojo’s flirting just shows his inexperience with romance and seduction tactics, but it’s almost charming in that way

Ryomen Sukuna

The Monster

This man is Radioactive besties, idk how to tell you want nothing he’s peddling.

He doesn't even flirt.

His flirting is telling you you belong to him and slaughtering anyone who dares to disagree.

He flirts by being nice to you homie.

Actually, no, scratch that. He flirts by not being actively hostile.

His tsundere ass would literally kidnap you, force you to spend as much time with him as inhumanly possible, and still be like “I don't understand why you think i like you.”

Basic kindness is his flirting. Like, honestly I don’t know to go about his section of this because he just doesn’t flirt LMAO

Him flirting is him just like, staring at you like a weirdo and just expecting you to know what that means

Him flirting is calling you woman instead of wench

On the real though, flirting is mostly seen in him being over protective of you.

Like, god help any other person that talks to you where he can see it.

He’s going to choke slam them.

He picks on other people than immediately looks at you for approval because he thinks that sharing violence is flirting.

Honestly, that’s how he flirts. He goes out of his way to try and gain your approval.

He’s like a cat that brings you a dead bird, only the dead bird was another possible suitor.

Except he doesn’t know how to be a decent human being so it’s just him doing the most unhinged and horrific shit then looking at you like “I do good?”

No Ryomen, you don’t do good.

And yet, you’ve won my heart anyway. What a bother.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #satoru gojo #kento nanami #suguru geto #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #nanami x reader #suguru x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo headcannons #nanami headcanons #sukuna headcanons #suguru headcanons #geto headcanons #jjk headcanons

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colourstreakgryffin · 11 months

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Yandere! Romantic! KNY Tokito Muichiro Headcanons

(🥳 It’s a celebration~ 🥳 Final post of the Yandere Hashira seriesss~ Leaving one of the best for last!)

(Yaaay! A top favourite! Muiii 🥰! He’s aged up to adulthood for this post since I’m not comfortable with writing romantic stuff for a 14yr old! Anyway, this one is greaaat!)

Muichiro as a romantic Yandere has the Yandere traits of; Overprotective, Possessive, Delusional, Violent, Psychotic, Hateful, Clingy/Loving and Emotionally Attached

Muichiro doesn’t really notice nor care about you being the new Hashira, gaining new support is fairly normal. A new Hashira, okay then. He does get a bit alarmed when you approach him and start stirring up a conversation despite him not answering

Though, resistance is futile as Muichiro slowly begins responding to you and your want to be friends with him. He guesses, talking to somebody so nice is a treat

You remind Muichiro of Tanjiro and that makes him all the more interested in you. You have that matching positivity, that matching view of the world and he feeds of that type of person. Muichiro feels his heart suddenly beat faster each time he sees you, the longer he gets to know you

He went from; “I don’t care about her” to “I always want to be around her” in almost no time. Even in his pre-Yandere state, Muichiro was already semi-Yandere as his obsession with being around you and learning about you in such mediocrity conversations shaped very fast. He grew unhealthily attached to you and threw mental fits if he couldn’t be by your side

Muichiro’s head was finally cleared of the mist only six years ago and is now filled with thick fog after realising his love for you. The fog zeroes in on you and blocks out everything but the most important thing to him, you.

Combining a Yandere obsession with Muichiro, he ends up becoming one of the most dangerous Yandere Hashira out there as he quickly averted back to his past self with a willingness to raise his sword but doubled. Cold, heartless, careless, aggressive. He forgot all about the important lessons of sympathy Tanjiro taught him as you drown out his rationality

Muichiro is very overprotective in both casual and battle sense. He gets fuming jealous of other people staring at you and shanks into them hard after intimidating the everliving sh*t out of them till they run away crying or terrified for their lives. You’re not gonna be able to go outside anymore without Muichiro weaselling his way into your schedule and then mercilessly berating somebody all because they needed to talk to you for whatever reason

“Unlike all of you, who have no value in the slightest, Dokusha’s value is insanely high and her time is vastly important as a Hashira and that should be obvious. Think before you act, Dokusha will not waste her beautiful breath on you feeble-minded nuisances—“

Muichiro is quite violent. Like Shinobu and Sanemi, he doesn’t mind spilling blood if needed to keep you safe and from those nuisances that plague your homeland. He’ll openly attack the people who approach you like a bloodthirsty bear and chase away them with his sword swinging. If he manages to land his hands on somebody, he’ll beat them to a inch of their life, Yandere Muichiro is merciless

Goddamn it, Muichiro is the most delusional Yandere out there(alongside dangerous). His thick clouded mind can only process what he badly wants, so nothing but your forced praise and/or your forced remarks of love for him will go through his ears. Everything else is washed away and replaced with bulls**t excuses from those tiny voices in his head. He is so delusional, he believes you’ll love him too, no matter if he had hurt your fellow Hashira, your friends or your family

Muichiro is swallowed whole by his obsession and the need to keep ownership of you. You’re his and his only, not your stupid little family’s, not your closest friend’s, not the random fleet market woman’s. NOBODY and he won’t let people brainwash you into thinking you don’t belong to him so he’ll take away that possibility altogether

Muichiro is extremely hateful towards everything and everybody except you. He glared down all the threats he must face and berates the living breathing beings around him, including his fellow Hashira. His hate is infernal and won’t ever disappear anytime soon, it fuses with his Yandere traits and amps up his danger level, he will gladly kill to vent out his anger hatred over all creatures except you

The Mist Hashira has his disastrous ways to keep you as his when he knows you are. Kidnapping, he isn’t above kidnapping and he’ll strip away your freedom until he is convinced he can trust you. He, however, is kind after kidnapping and will give you a comfortable environment so you’ll express your mutual love to him sooner

So stuck up in his ridiculous fantasies that he’ll never know that you hate him forever for what he has done. To innocents, to your sick mother, to you. How could you stand a complete lunatic like him! You don’t but you don’t have a choice in the matter

Muichiro is psychotic, if not, extremely psychotic. He doesn’t redirect his deranged mannerisms to you but to his worst enemies, the demons he fights and the people who dare to speak with you. They all will be cut down to size and he’ll smile hysterically whilst doing it. He does let his mania slip out at times though, it won’t hurt you at all

-Muichiro is very clingy and loving towards you, his beautiful spouse. He expresses his intense affections through random physical gestures, carrying you around bridal style, letting you sleep in his lap. Muichiro thrives off all of it! He does force you to let him give you affection pretty much every single time but he won’t lay his hands on you, he loves you too much

Muichiro’s Yandere means and obsession is centred around his emotional attachment to you. He is very emotionally attached and requires your presence to function, otherwise, he’ll mindlessly attack everybody around him like a true mentally-ill man. He has very bad mood drop when you aren’t around to sustain him and providing him affection powers him in a style of a candle

Muichiro does steal some of your belongings for his twisted pleasure but he returns it once he’s done as he respects your needs and he won’t push past your boundaries and hurt you. Like pretty much all the Yandere Hashira, he doesn’t realise that you’re hurt and blankly believes you’re so happy that you’re living with him now

You’ll end up spending so much time in the Mist Estate, that you’ll eventually forget what the outside looks like as Muichiro keeps you hidden away from the world out of his extreme need to have you as his soon-to-be-wife. After he took you away from the world and the Corp and brought you to a single room chained to the wall, he proposed to you and forced you to take his hand

“Aren’t the clouds so pretty, Dokusha, love? A-ah? No… I’m not gonna let you go to that place, me and this Estate is your true home. No, no, please don’t cry, I promised and still will look after you, my dear. Come on, let me cheer you up”

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #tokito muichiro #muichiro tokito #yandere #yandere romance #Yandere muichiro tokito #kny hashira #mist hashira #yandere imagines #kny imagines #headcanons #muichiro x reader #tokito x reader

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rogersideup · 8 months

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I'm formally requesting a drabble of Sam and Bucky (and maybe all the other avengers) fighting over the spot as favorite uncle or aunt as soon as sunflower pops the baby out. While they fight/ argue Steve and Sunflower just sit in bed and are in awe of their little cinnamon roll 😂🥰

Nice to be Kneaded:

More fun stuff!

Uncle Cinnamon Roll

Series Masterlist

Word count: 1,947

Steve was unsure if the level of happiness bouncing off every surface of his brain was even possible for a human being to experience.

He thought that he had lived a life in which he experienced more than the average person ever would. Explored countries far and wide, met people of this earth and foreign universes alike, traveled through space and time, having taken lives and now creating one.

But right here, in the labor and delivery unit in the middle of Greenwood medical with his sweet Sunflower fast asleep and using his shoulder as a pillow, his leg falling off the side of the small hospital bed you insisted he snuggle you on, and his precious newborn in his arms, he new life couldn't get much better than this.

He would take spit up stained shirts, a numb leg, and his peaceful ladies using him as a sleeping apparatus any day of the week over international travel and superhero ass kicking.

He couldn't recall a time in his life where he had ever been more in love. With you, your mind, your body, heart and soul. Every time he even began to try to comprehend the level of adoration he had for you in this moment, he just started weeping.

The tears of love weren't exclusive to just you anymore, because somehow, even after two whole days of being earth-side, his cheeks still never seemed to dry when he looked down at his perfect little daughter.

Ten fingers, ten toes, and genetically half super, she was already a force to be reckoned with. After almost 36 hours of labor, Sunflower naturally birthed a 9 pound baby girl. The second she was born, cleaned up and swaddled, she was placed right into Steve's arms. Her big blue eyes were wandering around the room, and that's the moment he knew she was gonna be trouble.

The level mischief Steve could already detect in his daughter, he knew she inherited that from him. But other than the color of her eyes and the shape of her lips, she looked just like you, which meant she was absolutely perfect to him.

Though he would do anything for his daughter, he would do anything and more for you. There wasn't quite enough adequate words in the English dictionary to describe his gratitude for you. For 9 whole months you sacrificed your body for the future that you and Steve had always dreamed of, the put yourself through antagonizing pain just to give birth.

So yeah, Steve would take the sleepless nights and poopy diapers just to make sure you were getting the rest you needed and deserved to recover.

You didn't quite anticipate the vulnerability it took to go through the process of labor, birth and recovery. The amount of people that would touch your body, needing help for simple things like going to the bathroom, how weak your body would feel shortly after how powerful you'd felt during birth.

But Steve was a heaven sent Angel. Never leaving your side, he made sure you were taken care of. Constant reminders of how powerful and beautiful you were, and how much he loved you. He would pull your hair back into buns for you when you wanted it out of your face, only to take it down five minutes later when you felt like it was bothering you, just to do it all over again. He guided you through breathing exercises and mind work to manage your pain levels, some he learned from the birthing classes he attended with you, and others were techniques he personally used on battlefields. He'd squeeze your swaying hips to alleviate pain, wipe sweat off your forehead, keep your water bottle cold and filled, and completely ignored all of the very natural processes you felt embarrassed by.

Much like he had never been more in love with you, you had never been more in love with him. Especially as he got you snuggled up and cozy in bed with more than enough reassurance that the baby would be completely fine so you could snuggle up to your warm cuddly husband and get a good Power Nap in.

The first time you watched his fear of his own strength dissipate, the new born's hand wrapped around his fingers and quiet tears fell down his cheeks, or when he did skin to skin with her and she was so teeny tiny on his big and broad chest, you would've let him get you pregnant all over again. He was the gentlest giant, a paradox of fear for many but nothing but gentle love for you.

As you slept, your breathing was even and calm, you snuggled his left arm like it was a teddy bear. His right arm was occupied by the little baby, gentle snores worked past her nose as a nice reminder that she was out cold.

All was calm and peaceful until Steve could hear the competing and fast footsteps of his dumb idiot friends racing down the hallway. The closer they got, the more he cringed internally knowing that both his girls were about to be woken up by the sound of their banter.

"Stop! We agreed on this! I get to go first!"

"No, me first. I'm going to be her favorite uncle."

"Not if I beat you to it"

"As if you stand a chance."

There was rustling, shoving sounds, and what sounded like a body getting punched before it all stopped and there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in!" Steve called out as softly as he could, but unfortunately you had stirred awake already. "Quietly, the girls are sleep-"

"Uncle Bucky is here!" Bucky announced, his voice bouncing off the hospital walls.

"Uncle Sam is here too, but he brought presents for his niece!" He glared at Bucky.

"Uncle Bucky brought flowers for Mama, because obviously we wouldn't even be uncles had it not been for the lovely Sugar Cookie" Bucky glared back.

Steve shook his head with a smile, and your sleepy giggles sounded from right below his ear.

"Bucky, Cap, I'm happy you guys are here!" You let go of Steve's arms and opened them to greet the boys.

They both walked over and gave you some good hugs before doing the same to Steve, congratulating you both and asking how you were doing before their eyes locked on the baby.

They didn't even have to ask for Steve to know what was about to happen.

"Buck, have you ever held a baby before?" Steve questioned, getting up off the bed to hand her off to one of the boys.

He shook his head nervously, before Sam cut in. "Don't worry Steve, seasoned professional here" Sam said, stretching his arms.

"He might be a professional, but I've been saving my first time my entire life just to have the very first baby I held be yours, Pal." Bucky sassed back.

With narrowed eyes, Sam walked over to the sink and started washing his hands. "Well my hands are cleaner, which is safer for Cinnamon Roll."

"I've known Steve longer." Bucky glared. "I can wash my hands too."

"I'm Captain America."

"That's funny, I don't see you featured anywhere in the Smithsonian museum exhibit about Captain America"

"I've known sugar cookie longer." Sam used Bucky's argument.

"I've spent more time with her."

Steve looked over at you, wide eyed unable to choose who held her first. You laughed and shrugged your shoulders.

"Boys" you cut in, both of their heads snapped to look at you.

"You look beautiful, are you sure you had a baby two days ago?" Bucky complemented, playing up the charm.

"Steven Rogers you better watch out because this hot mama is gonna be attracting all the boys."

You looked at Steve's face which was now half smiling but also mixed with a raised eyebrow and a lot of confusion.

"I don't think I've had enough sleep to put up with this." Steve commented.

"Thank you, but what I was trying to tell you is that she loves you both equally, and you'll both have the rest of your lives to spoil her, okay? This isn't a competition." You explained. "Steve and I both love you, cinnamon roll loves you, which is why we're going to settle this with a game of rock paper scissors."

The boys glared at each other, then wordlessly played the game.

Rock, paper, scissors, shoot...

Sam had rock, Bucky had paper.

"Alright Bucky, wash your hands and have a seat and I'll show you ho-" Steve started.

"Best two out of three" Sam argued.

"That was fair and square." You denied with a giggle. "But I love the enthusiasm"

"Damn it!" Sam plopped down on a chair in defeat.

Following instructions, Steve perfectly placed the baby into Bucky's arms. He was a little tense at first, but then relaxed as he felt the soothing effects of a little baby bundle in his arms.

It only lasted for about 15 minutes before she woke up and started crying, you and Steve both responded to the sound as if you were on autopilot.

Sam stood up and cracked his knuckles, stretched out his neck, and held a hand out to halt the new parents. "Seasoned professional, remember?"

Steve still continued his advances towards his daughter to appease her tears, but Sam effortlessly scooped her out of Bucky's arms and started bouncing and rocking her like he had done it a billion times before.

Her sad little cries persisted causing anxiety to rise in Steve's chest.

"She might be hungry" he noted, trying to get Sam to hand her over.

"She's not hungry." Sam denied, placing her on his shoulder, bouncing on the balls of his feet and patting her back.

"Okay then she needs to be changed." Steve argued.

"Nope" Sam denied once more, continuing to pat her back. "I know this cry like the back of my hand, she just needs to bu-"

Then, the loudest burp Steve had ever heard sounded from his tiny daughter like it was nobody's business.

"And there it is" Sam smiled as her cries stopped and her head tucked into his neck with a tiny satisfied smile. "See? Seasoned professional."

Steve deflated and sat next to you on the bed with sunken shoulders.

You sat up and leaned over to squeeze his shoulders and kiss his cheek. It was obvious that he felt defeated by not knowing exactly what she needed at the moment, but he was only two days in. You'd both get it down eventually. "You're a great Dad, honey."

"That was the biggest burp I've ever heard." He noted, melting into your touch. "I've never been more proud."

"She takes after you, Steve" Bucky laughed. "But she definitely only cried because she didn't want to burp on me, obviously because she loves me more and I'm the favorite uncle."

"No, she cried because she knew Uncle Sam would take care of her. She wanted me!" Sam argued.

Then, she burped again. Only this time it was accompanied by lots of throw up all the way down Sam's back.

"Steve. Come get your daughter." Sam deadpanned.

Laughter filled the room as Bucky got up and stole her back from Sam.

"Yep, I'm definitely the favorite." Bucky stated proudly as Steve followed him to wipe her mouth with a cloth.

"She really does take after you, Steve" Sam agreed with Bucky. "But all her good looks are definitely from sugar cookie."

"Once again, I've never been more proud!" Steve smiled down at his little Cinnamon Roll, patting her round little belly with pride.

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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⊹˚.⋆ SHOPPING HEADCANONS - MY HERO ACADEMIA

୭ flora's notes : this wasn't planned but I'm on vacation and izuku owns my heart, I couldn't stop thinking about him when I bought clothes 😔✋🏼

୭ female reader/ male reader and gn reader friendly 💓

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed !

⊹˚.⋆ IZUKU MIDORIYA

℘. he insists on tagging along with you on your shopping trips. he just loves to feel useful and wants to give his opinion on what you try on !

℘. and he's honest too ! if something looks bad on you he will nicely tell you : "I think this doesn't flatter your body well enough", "you should try another colour baby ! I've seen you wear this one before and you looked stunning/handsome !"

℘. and if one of your clothes fits you well expect a SHOWER of compliments "Y/N THAT'S THE ONE, this looks so good on you and the colour definitely lightens up your face. YOU LOOK SO CUTE oh my god" and he would be a blushing mess🥰

℘. learns about your colorimetria so he can pick clothes for you to try on or as gifts !

⊹˚.⋆ KATSUKI BAKUGO

℘. you have to DRAG him to the shopping centre because he hates being around a lot of people. he says they are impolite, careless and disrespectful and he would throw a tantrum if one dares slightly push him to get to a display.

℘. is grumpy the whole time : "hurry up goddamn it, you take 3 hours to undress I'd better get in there and remove your clothes myself", "tf is that granny outfit, who in their right mind would sell that", "this colour makes you look like you're gonna throw up your guts dumbass, get rid of it"

℘. when something suits you, he will very discretely smile and his eyes will sparkle,

"looks good i guess, take it"

"you sure, you don't seem convinced katsu ?"

"MOTHERFUCKING TAKE IT"

⊹˚.⋆ SHOTO TODOROKI

℘. "sho, you're not supposed to come in the fitting room while i change !"

"oh, I'm sorry y/n i thought it was okay since i already saw you naked"

"SHO- I mean technically you're right but you could AT LEAST close the curtain, I wouldn't want everyone to see my underwear"

℘. yeah shoto opens the curtain WIDE instead of asking if you're dressed or not. to him, the world stops when you two are together and he only sees you. so of course he wouldn't notice the 20 other people around you in the fitting area, who can now see your fully exposed body

℘. shoto apologizes and is even more of a blushing mess than izuku at this point AND he pays for your stuff (rich bf shoto💥💳💥💳💥)

℘. he is whipped and biased, he thinks everything looks good on you so he isn't of much help but he is a huge support and compliments you a lot♡

℘. ... you'd have to call Mina to actually get advice though -

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aclowntiny · 10 months

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Smell You Later- Gryffindor Quidditch Captain!S.Coups x Slytherin Quidditch Captain!Reader (Gender Neutral)

What are the odds one Potions class could shake things up between two house Quidditch captains?

Word Count: 4996 | Rivals to Lovers, Hogwarts AU (sortings/headcanons for each member here) | Warnings: You go through some physical strife a bit at one point, but it’s not violent, you’re just really winded & stuff. Wandless magic is canonically very difficult stuff 🤕 also some swears 😅

Tagging @belladaises on request- feel free to join the taglist for Hogwarts AUs too or anything 🥰

Practice was over.

Rough day chasing, too, because half your Beater duo was so eager to send it flying you were having to spend the game with your portion of Slytherin reminding them you wouldn’t actually be playing against maniacs.

“Until you’re up against Gryffindor-have you seen Soonyoung?”

A fair point from Hogwarts’s Quidditch commentator, a Hufflepuff named Seungkwan who was friends with a couple of your teammates, who’d decided to watch you guys play.

“He’s even worse than Jeonghan.”

“Hey,” your exuberant Beater exclaimed, “I’m just doing my job! And besides, they’re indebted to me for convincing the referee we were tied even though they clearly shot three points!”

“Yeah, well, you aren’t Slytherin for no reason,” Seungkwan shot back.

“Oi, enough out of you,” you swooped in closer to the Hufflepuff as you landed, shaking some sweat from your hair, “you said you were rooting for us!”

“Well yeah, only because a ton of my friends are in Slytherin and I don’t want to give Soonyoung the satisfaction.”

“Well, then you should be happy that we’re going to crush him.”

“Once you get that one play down.”

“Once we get this one play down,” you repeated with a small grimace.

The sun was beating down, school having just returned to session from summer, so you went to the pitch’s well to scoop yourself up a drink. As you gulped down the refreshing coolness, flicking away the remains that trickled down your chin and dripping a bit down the front of your heavy green Quidditch robes, you heard Jeonghan’s slightly raised voice.

“Quit doing that, you’re lions, not tigers!”

Such a quip could only mean one thing: Gryffindor had entered the pitch. Sure enough, as you turned around your eyes were met with an array of heavy robes just like yours, but red and gold replaced your-more elegant, in your opinion- green and silver. They all had their brooms in hand, of course, and were led by Choi Seungcheol.

Gryffindor’s Keeper and captain, leader of the team rivaling the one you spearheaded. He smiled, eyes sparkling mischievously, when his gaze met yours.

“What’s this I hear about a difficult play? That’s probably the one we mastered last week, huh guys?”

You smiled and shook your head in disbelief. No ill will toward Gryffindor- in fact, two of your friends played on the team and half your mates were buddies with Soonyoung and Seungcheol- but they still got under your skin, especially the captain. Just one look at his smug face and you were ready to crush him. Competition was competition, after all, and pride ran high in both your houses.

“No, we already learned how to hit a ball in First Year,” you shot back with a nod at the Beaters, “but it’s nice to see Soonyoung almost has it down.”

“Has Jeonghan stopped hitting his own teammates?” The tiger lover in question asked you, shading his grin with a gloved hand.

“He’s never actually hit us before,” Joshua, your Keeper, countered, “so that’s one thing you two have in common.”

For that one, you reached up and gave Joshua a high-five so coordinated you never even turned to look at each other. Suddenly, the sun didn’t seem so stifling, your energy less depleted and practice less feckless. You had a battle to fight.

“Is that the play you practiced, (y/n)?” Seungcheol asked, inclining his head in the general direction of where the high-five occurred.

“No, we’re just that in sync,” you replied, “aren’t we, Joshua?” Your teammate hummed in response, bringing a smile to your face. “Jealous?”

“You wish,” Seungcheol replied with another smirk and shake of his head, “you guys done with the pitch for the day?”

“Yeah,” you replied, banter over for the afternoon, “go for it. Get ready: first match is us.”

“Don’t I know it,” he said, and with that he waved the rest of Gryffindor forward, striding past you as you left- well, all of you but Seungkwan, who watched pretty much every practice due to his diverse friend group, “it’ll be legendary as always, especially when we win.”

“Smell you later,” Chan, your Seeker, called out as your teams pass each other.

Your hand hit your forehead. “Chan, that was immature.”

The Gryffindors snickered and, knowing Chan, Seungcheol full-on laughed. Guy had a nice laugh, but there was no appreciating the sound made at your expense.

“I didn’t know you were letting First Years join the team, (y/n),” he commented.

After they passed, you shook your head and hissed to Chan, “You know what, I’m with him on that one. You need to work on your smack talk.”

“They do smell, though,” Chan protested, wrinkling his nose and crossing his arms as best as he could with a broomstick in hand, “haven’t you noticed Seungcheol almost always smells like glove leather even off the pitch? That’s why he tries to cover it up with that dumb cologne.”

“No,” you answer, “I can’t say I’ve ever thought that hard about what Seungcheol smells like, but hey, you do you, man. Whatever floats your boat.”

Chan spluttered defenses that had you and the rest of Slytherin laughing as you hung your broomsticks and threw your outer sporting robes in your lockers.

Whizzing narrowly past a Bludger, you waved a finger and charmed a spark to catch Jeonghan’s attention, taking a few deep breaths and putting all your energy into steadying yourself afterward. It was the one bit of wandless you could do, and boy did it knock the wind out of you, but having a silent signaling system worked wonders for your team. And as dedicated to beating Gryffindor as you were, that possibility and the guarantee of their shocked looks was worth feeling like you’d been punched in the gut for a minute. The wind whipping in your ear suddenly seemed twice as loud.

Huffing, you banked hard, eyes on the Quaffle, this time dodging the Bludger that Jeonghan sent back towards your opponents and straight into Soonyoung’s flight pattern, sending the energetic boy swerving as you landed a score past him.

“Nice one!”

“Lucky shot!” Soonyoung complained, flying past you with his tongue sticking out. Who was acting like a First Year again?

“Oh-ho! I don’t know what that light-up thing was all about, but it looks like Soonyoung didn’t either!” Seungkwan caught his friend’s glare, smiled and waved at him, then continued at the big round mic. “And despite that weird bank of (y/n)’s, Slytherin scores again!”

“Hey, whose side are you on?” You called to your friend, who flapped his black and yellow scarf at you.

“Hufflepuff,” he replied into the mic, earning a chastising “Focus” from the nearest professor, who was obviously not a Hufflepuff.

As you flew on, though, the feeling of doubled-over exhaustion wasn’t leaving your body. Maybe practicing the signal play every day was pushing you too far. Heaving another deep breath, you fought on, almost getting hit twice but never letting the lions get the best of you. In the end, you won the game, but your voice was barely strong enough to cheer, even as you masked it with the wide smile nothing would fight.

As soon as your team got off the pitch you let yourself go, stumbling and clutching your chest, barely making it to the bench in the locker room. The rest of your team milled around you, Chan shaking you and asking if you were ok and Joshua taking your hand, telling you to never try that move again if it hurt you.

“I’m fine,” you croaked, “just drained is all. I may lay down for a bit.”

“Get water! Get water!” You heard Jeonghan and Amir, another Chaser, calling out as Chan left the room for some before your eyelids fluttered shut, your body falling to lay on your side.

“Hey, what’s all the commotion?”

“(y/n) isn’t feeling good, so we’re getting water,” Joshua answers, hand still clutching yours.

Your eyelids had fluttered open at the new voices in the room, vision revealing lights too bright for your headache as well as Seungcheol and Soonyoung, who surely heard their friends’ concern.

“You fool,” Seuncheol tuts, not unkindly despite the insult, “wandless magic isn’t something even most adult witches and wizards attempt. All that for a game?”

“I…beat you, didn’t I?” You croaked, lips curving a bit into a faint smile.

“Yeah, I guess you did. Here.” Reaching into the satchel he always took up after a game, he extended a hand to you, fingers curled around a dark green bottle.

“Are you…trying to poison me?”

“Enough jokes,” he said firmly, smile fading as his gloved hand took the bottle’s metal-topped stopper out, “Drink this. Please.”

Joshua helped you into a seated position, taking the potion for you and holding it to your mouth. The draught tasted kind of minty, kind of tree-barky, and kind of like too-long-brewed coffee, but your headache was gone seconds later, strength flowing back into your limbs.

“Wiggenweld,” Seungcheol told you with a nod to the tiny, now-empty glass bottle Joshua handed him, “you feel better, right?”

You’d never seen him look at you with legitimate concern like that before, no smirk, just a softening of his features as his brown eyes bore into yours, brows creasing slightly as your silence lengthened. You opened your mouth, closed it again as his hand hit your shoulder, heavy and hot in its well-played-in leather glove, yet a welcome pressure.

“Come on. What’s going on?”

You shook your head, sitting up and shaking his hand off your shoulder. “Yeah, I do feel better. Thanks. Surprised you wasted a potion like that on a Slytherin.”

“A player in need is a player in need,” Seungcheol replied simply, shrugging and shaking his hair back into place as he stood back up from leaning over you.

Palming the hard bench seat, you rose to your feet, too, potion’s effects dulling your exhaustion so much you almost wondered why you were laying down in the first place.

“I’d hope you’d do the same for me,” Seungcheol continued, “though it looks like your team hasn’t figured out to keep medical supplies present.”

“That’s what Madame Pomfrey’s for,” you countered even though he had a point and, to his credit, really did care for his team, “but yeah, I’d sure think about it.”

He smiled at you, shaking his head in exasperation. “Best I can expect from a snake, huh? Well, good game, (y/n). Nice fakeout bank you did out there.” He extended a gloved hand.

Your newly bared palm stuck to the leather unpleasantly, but you still shook his hand. One thing you could say about Seungcheol, he was a hell of a Quidditch player. “Thank you. I practiced that one forever.”

“You were almost passing out and we both know it.”

“Alright, moment successfully ruined, thanks. Now get out, I gotta change,” you shooed your fellow team captain out of the locker room with a look of amusement.

“You’re welcome,” he chuckled as you disappeared into a stall, bootsteps echoing in the stone room.

“I already said thank you!” You called back as you started removing your outer coat. “Are you adding greed to all the bravery and chivalry crap you guys tout?”

“Yeah,” he snorted, “they’re adding it at the same time as they put ‘foolhardy’ on the Slytherin crest.”

“Fools for the game!”

You heard him give that laugh of his. No more banter this time, though. “You’re funny.” And with that, he was back out into the pitch sun, heading for his own locker room, no doubt.

You were funny? Funny like stupid or funny like ha ha? How were you supposed to take that? Maybe it was supposed to be vague. Well, whatever. It’s not like you’d dwell on it.

“Wow, I heard you saved the Slytherin captain’s life, huh?”

You snorted. She didn’t even know your name, just that Seungcheol tossed you a potion after the game. Apparently your little stunt was giving Gryffindor some publicity too, at least in Rhea’s eyes.

“Whoa, is she putting the moves on Seungcheol?” Chan gaped at the girl who corned Gryffindor’s captain, gaze drifting up and down as he gave a short reply about how he just gave you what you needed, no crazy rumors necessary. You appreciated that, especially when you had seen his pride at work. That was a game face just like yours. “That’s crazy, she just dumped Matthew Kim, like, two days ago- does she only date within the Gryffindor team?”

Rolling your eyes at the way she put her hand on his shoulder and snorting as he politely brushed it off, you shrugged and replied, “Well, good luck to her. Bro code, not to mention she’s not his type.”

Chan’s eyes bugged as he glanced between you and her. “What do you mean? She’s gorgeous! I wouldn’t mind if she tried Slytheri-”

You held up a hand for him to stop, grimacing. “Yeah, I’ll just stop you right there. I just mean Seungcheol likes someone who looks out for others and cares for them- that’s his type, not some self-serving rebounding-”

“Whoa, whoa, ok, point taken, red flags,” Chan shot back, hands raised in defense, “how do you know Seungcheol’s type though?”

“I’ve heard him say it,” you shrugged again, book bag jostling at your side, “I could tell you Seungkwan’s type too.”

“Yeah,” Chan agreed, hands sliding into his pockets, “who doesn’t know Seungkwan’s type? He’s even more of a hopeless romantic than Soonyoung.”

You spluttered out a laugh at that as you made your way to your house dungeon’s stairs, glancing one more time at Rhea, who was walking away from Seungcheol with the pout and crossed arms of a girl unsuccessful, with a smirk of amusement. That’s what she got for just calling you ‘the Slytherin captain’- you’d fought hard putting Gryffindor through hell to make sure Seungcheol remembered your name and never forgot it.

Rhea could never.

She didn’t care about him. She wasn’t, what was it, funny?

Oh, shit. Shit. You were late for Potions with Gryffindor of all classes; Snape was going to kill you. Ok, maybe not kill you since you were in his house, but he’d make some snide remark and may have you stay after to clean up, which would send a wave of lateness through your day that may not look great to blame on a professor. But taking the fall would annoy you on principle because you may not have had to deal with that if Snape had just let you go with some points off, which you could only pray he did.

All that because of a stained house scarf and a forgotten spell. Jeez, you felt like an idiot.

Luckily for your pride, Snape wasn’t in the main Potions room when you got in, but you had to take the last empty space on a Gryffindor-Slytherin split, next to Jeonghan luckily but equally unfortunately across from Seungcheol and Soonyoung.

The room was dim as always, lit only by torches and cauldron fire like the creepy dungeon it was, and it smelled odd, too. Something else snaked over the room’s usual musty smell, something less dank and far more overpowering. At first, there was a waft of your favorite baked good amidst the smells of Quidditch pitch grass, must, and flame, then… cologne.

Oh, Merlin’s beard, that was strong. It had to be someone at your table, right? And there was no way it was Jeonghan, despite him being right next to you. He never wore musky stuff like that- he was a floral guy and you knew it. Seungcheol or Soonyoung then.

Wait, didn’t Chan just say something about the captain’s cologne last week? Something about it covering up the leather stink. Speaking of leather stink, oh man…

“Wow, Chan was right, Seungcheol,” you teased your rival captain, “you do smell like sweaty leather.”

“(y/n),” Jeonghan’s voice came at your side.

You just shrugged, giving him a breezy smile. All the Gryffindors and Slytherins knew you were joking more than anything. Heck, your Seeker and their Beater ran the dance club together! They’d said worse things than that before- Soonyoung once called Joshua a Frog Face despite that not being true at all. Speaking of Soonyoung, he gave his captain a funny look, brows furrowing, then raising as he gave him side eyes. Seungcheol barely spared him a glance, eyes focused straight on you. Ha.

“And you think you have enough cologne on over it? I think maybe Chan was right.”

“(y/n)?” Jeonghan again, this time with a questioning tone, his leg reaching out to kick yours gently under the table.

You ignored him, eyes squarely on Seungcheol, who still hadn’t come up with a rebuttal. Instead, he just…leaned back in his chair with a little smile, eyes falling from you. Soonyoung looked pretty happy, too, but he was looking you in the eye.

“What?” You asked him.

“Snape had to get some supplies, but he had us write this down in our notes about his potion. That one over there.” Nodding towards the cauldron on the flame, its open surface coated with a gorgeous iridescent sheen with shifting colors you wanted to stare at, Soonyoung flapped a piece of parchment in your face, breaking the shining effect.

The parchment read: Amortentia. Strongest known love potion. Distinct mother-of-pearl sheen and infatuating effects. It smells unique to its beholder, reminding them of their favorite things as well as the object of their affection.

“Seungcheol isn’t wearing any cologne today. I saw him getting ready right next to me,” the Gryffindor added smugly.

Was he really trying to say you liked Seungcheol? Sure, you respected his leadership even if you gave him a hard time for it, and sure, you’d always enjoyed keeping up the banter and had the most fun playing his team, and sure, you never saw him the same since that day he gave you that healing essence, looking at you with such care and laughing that laugh of his as he left, calling you funny, which stuck in your head because what did that mean-

Shit. Ok, be cool, be cool. Lie. “Well,” you crossed your arms, leaning back in your stool and inhaling that cursed intoxicating air, “that obviously doesn’t apply to me, so someone else must have the same one.”

Best you could do. Glancing back to Seungcheol, though, you saw the last thing you would have expected. His expression fell from a smile to something softer, sadder? Something swam in those dark eyes you’d never seen before.

“W-would that really be so bad?” He asked quietly, wringing his hands atop the heavy wooden table, “I…kind of thought we had something.”

“Oooooh!”

“Soonyoung, not now,” Jeonghan waved a hand across the table in front of his face.

“All the back and forth was really fun, I guess I thought we were flirting?” He looked truly surprised, clueless, almost sweetly innocent, like a kid on the playground falling off the swings for the first time. Maybe you two had been acting like kids.

For what felt like the first time in your life, you could not come up with a comeback for the life of you. As your lips parted, working faster than your brain, which seemed to have slowed considerably the moment Seungcheol looked back up, staring into your eyes once more…

“Here are the last ingredients. Class will begin.”

…in walked, or more like floated with those robes of his, Professor Snape, who waved your heads immediately up at him and back down into your lesson on how to brew the potion that had sent your metaphorical foot careening so violently into your mouth.

Or so you couldn’t help but think as you worked, Jeonghan trying his best to help you and even calling over your friend and housemate Mingyu while you spent half the time stealing glances at Seungcheol. Soonyoung whispered something to him. He glanced at you, met your eyes, smiled a bit awkwardly, then wider when you ventured a wave. Seriously, what was wrong with you- what were you guys, eight?

Where was that bravado that was so easy to hide behind? God, you wished you were back on the pitch. Everything made sense fifty feet in the air with a broomstick in hand. Then, your body was in the clouds, not your mind.

“N- Need help crushing the pearls?” Seungcheol’s voice cut into your reverie as he leaned across the table toward you. “I know that’s one of the hardest parts,” he says to you.

“What, because you’re so buff?” Teasing was just easier, though it may not have been the best choice, as he leaned a bit back again, looking rejected. “No,” you hastily amended, “that was a compliment! Like, being buff is a good thing? Unless that wasn’t what you were going for, then stop working out I guess?” Laughing nervously, you mentally kicked yourself. Apparently you really did only know how to speak to Seungcheol in banter.

“Oh,” he responded dumbly, running a hand through his hair as he reached gently for the pearls at your station, “you think I’m… thanks.” This time it was his turn to laugh nervously. “I didn’t know you were looking.”

Neither did I, you wanted to say.

Scurrying out of Potions was an action surprisingly motivated more by Snape than by your fellow Quidditch captain, who shot out of the dark room just as fast as your punishment avoidance. Neither of you moved half as fast to head to your next class, though.

Seungcheol met you right around the corner from the steps back up into the castle, wetting his lips nervously as he stood to face you. “Hey, I- I’m really sorry if Soonyoung put you on the spot, but I really do need to know if you’re comfortable saying. Mine… My, er, my Amortentia, if you will, it smelled like you. It was broomstick straw, my favorite ice cream from Fortescue’s, and the scent you wear. I catch it every time you pass me on the pitch, but I never told you how nice I thought it was because I thought we weren’t doing that in front of the guys.”

You were his Amortentia?

At this point, at the way he looked at you- and how could you never have realized what all those smirks did to you, how the feeling of Seungcheol’s eyes on you was all you were looking for, how possessive you felt when anyone else showed interest in him and yet more satisfied still when they got rejected- it was a fight to keep a borderline hysterical burst of laughter from bubbling up. As was your wont, your mouth worked faster than your brain, articulating the first thoughts that rose to your swimming head. “Dude, if you really thought all that was going on, why didn’t you ever just kiss me?”

Seungcheol took a step closer to you, eyes drifting slightly down and back up, expression still uncertain even as you were practically backed against the castle’s stone wall. “Do you want me to?” He asked.

“Why would I say that if I didn’t want you to?”

“You are very hard to read!” He shot back, hands raising in defense, though the remainder of his posture stayed the same, not a single step taken from its proximity to you.

“Well, if I’m so hard to read, fine.” And with that, you stepped forward away from the wall completely, ignoring the weight of your book bag swinging into your side as you took his face in your hands, barely pausing to appreciate the warmth meeting your palms before you pulled his lips into yours.

He responded immediately, one hand wrapping around your waist as his lips worked. It surprised you how sweet of a kisser he was, every motion gentle, reverent, loving? Whatever it was, you couldn’t get enough. His lips were soft with just the faintest bit of wind chap you were sure you had too from all your time on a broomstick. And for all your talk of banter and tension, all you could feel as Seungcheol held you there like thatwas right. For the first time, you forgot to compete, just reveling in the feeling of his warmth around you. And then as you pulled away, he gripped you tighter still, a wide but tentative smile on your face. You just nodded.

“Yeah, I felt it too.”

“I didn’t say anything yet.”

“Well,” your eyelashes fluttered as you leaned in towards him again, “I may be hard to read, but I guess I have you figured out.”

“Oh, yeah?” He leaned forward a bit too, just to bump his forehead against yours. “Well, you need some chapstick.”

“So do you,” you shot back, giving him a playful shove.

Banter just worked for you guys. “Well, guess if we’re going to keep on like this, someone has to buy some.”

“Rock paper scissors. Loser buys the chapstick?”

He chuckled, then that competitive smirk you’d come to love returned. “You’re on.”

He threw scissors, you threw rock. Pumping your fist, you exclaimed “Yes! Ha, take that! I knew a Gryffindor would throw a weapon!”

“But did you know he’d do this?”

And there you were, back locked in another kiss. This time though, he pulled apart first, eyes wide. “Oh, wait, shit, we’re going to be late for class.”

You arched a brow. “You stopped kissing me for that?”

“It’s Herbology, I have to go all the way to the greenhouse.”

You stuck your tongue out. “Sucks to be you, I have Divination with Hufflepuff, so all I have to do is climb up.”

“Yeah, yeah, you win,” Seungcheol waved a hand, finally walking away, though his eyes stayed on you, winking, “smell you later.”

“Yeah,” you just agreed, shaking your head just as incredulously as it was fondly, “I guess so. You’re lucky I don’t mind the leather.”

“I can’t believe Amir is stepping down from the team!” Joshua lamented.

“I know,” you replied, arms crossed, “but I understand. He messed up his shoulder pretty bad, so I wouldn’t ask him to keep on. At least we get some young blood on the team, right?”

“Right. I think our new player shows promise, too” Joshua replies, gaze leaving you to travel across the pitch, where the new girl, a Fourth Year Slytherin named Jess, chatted with Chan.

You roll your eyes at your Seeker’s emphatic, expressive motions. Even for a dancer you could tell he was being dramatic, especially with the proud kid look on his face. “I better go see what they’re talking about, though,” you tell him, shouldering your broomstick and crossing the pitch grass.

“What’s he telling you?” You called to Jess, sauntering over. “Don’t let him scare you off.”

She shook her head, blonde hair falling into her eyes and back out. “No, he was actually telling me about all the times we’ve beat Gryffindor’s arses,” she answered in her thick brogue, “and how you ‘n’ the Gryffindor captain are always goin’ head to head!”

Biting back a more like mouth to mouth joke, you simply replied, “Maybe sometimes, but it’s all in good fun. Seungcheol’s a great leader; I respect him.”

Her blue eyes widened in awe before blinking back the day’s warm sun. “I thought you two hated each other?”

“No,” Chan interjected, singsonging, “I told you! They looooove each other!”

Hand on her hip, Jess just side-eyed him. “Very funny, of course they don-”

“Still not done with the pitch, babe?”

Your body swiveled immediately at the familiar voice, eyes laying on Seungcheol, who strode up to you as he shrugged his crimson jacket on. As if instinct, you jogged right over, boots crunching on the grass as you bounced into his side, crashing into him for a messy side hug that he pulled you further into. That day, he had worn his cologne, a scent now beyond familiar to you especially when he bugged you, then you jokingly blamed it for having to deal with him.

“Leave us alone, we have a new recruit,” you whined into his shoulder, motioning to Jess with the arm that wasn’t wrapped around him.

“Don’t blame her when your maneuvers go wrong.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you wish you had her.”

“We can’t steal another house’s players. Otherwise we would’ve stolen you already,” Seungcheol remarked, glancing down at you with a satisfied grin.

“Hey,” Chan butt in, looking up from re-lacing his boots, “not me?”

“Sorry, (y/n) is the only one up to our beauty standards.”

“How’d you get in, then?” Chan muttered.

“Hey!” Both you and Seungcheol exclaimed.

Jess, for her part, had deer-in-the-headlights eyes as her had bounced between you three like it was a table tennis match.

“Too mean,” you admonished your Seeker, “unsportsmanlike conduct.”

“You said I needed to work on my trash talk,” he pouted.

“Yeah, tell him he can’t get his Beaters in control, don’t insult his appearance when you’re clearly jealous.”

“Hey,” Seungcheol said, pausing for a heartbeat, “and thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, babe. Also, don’t think we won’t still wipe the floor with you on Friday,” you reminded him with a sarcastic bat of your eyelashes.

“You’ll be nothing but a pebble beneath our feet,” he replied with a bright smile.

“All right, all right, go throw your stuff in your locker, we’re almost done,” you swatted him away as if you hadn’t been the one to grab him.

“Ok. This isn’t over.”

“I know it’s not.”

His face softened again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“See, you may think I’m bad at smack talk, but my insult did that,” Chan pointed out as Jess gaped.

For that, he got a high-five from Seungcheol and a friendly arm punch from you.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #s.coups #s.coups x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #hogwarts au

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chrollohearttags · 4 months

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Cherry, I want to ask you something, but idk if this is appropriate for your ask but I'll ask you anyways...

It's involving maturbating so yeah you've been warned 😅

So recently, I got me a rose and a dildo right😩 cause I'm a virgin, and I just wanted to see if I could get turned on or not, so I basically putting the rose I my 🫘 and it feels nice or whatever but u don't get wet 😗 so I'm just like 'ok maybe I should try the dildo' so my dumbass is just sitting over here baby oil on my dildo trying to insert it in my hole but I can't barely put it in :( mostly because I wasn't horny. So then I turn on

🌽orn and stuff and I watch a couple of videos, but nun of that turns me on, even tho what they were doing in the video looked nice but like I just wasn't getting turned on, like no wetness between my legs at all ☹️ so my question is

Is something wrong with my body, or am I just not attracted to men and women sexually?☹️😭😭😭

I'm doing this anonymous bc I'm afraid ppl will judge me :\

hey sweetness!! trust me, ur totally fine! (my ask box was looking like a sexxy red comment section a couple weeks ago so it’s all good 😭) but no need to be embarrassed or afraid, we’re all grown over here and this is a safe space so we should be able to talk abt these things. Trust, big sis Cherry got you! First thing, baby oil is like the huuuugest no no! never EVER use that as lube bc it will cause all types of infections and nobody wants that. As far as the rose or any vibrator for that matter, it’s not, at least imo, meant to stimulate you but rather add to the pleasure. So in other words, if it’s not already feeling like Niagara Falls, don’t even bother with it cause it’ll just feel like burning rubber. (sorry for the graphic but yeah! 😭)

and there is not a single thing wrong with you!!! please don’t ever feel like you’re not doing something right because you’re not in the mood at the moment. Nobody walks around horny 25/8, and if they are..well idk. The best thing you can do is not force it. Sometimes the thought may be there but the urge is not and when you’re not mentally and physically synced, it’ll just make it that much harder to enjoy (and make it painful!) also, those videos are incredibly staged and just viewing it sometimes doesn’t do it so my suggestion: try audios!! asmr, guided stuff, etc. for me personally, it helps soooo much more. Because idk about you, but it’s hard for me to watch two ppl I don’t know and get turned on. The sounds do it for me because I feel more connected. The best advice I can give though is RELAX, take time to learn your body, learn your ticks and dislikes, don’t force it and just have fun. Focus on other parts of the body (nipples, skin contact, etc) Always clean your toys and use water based, SAFE lubes and always ALWAYS go to the bathroom after using them to not get UTI’s. From one virgin to another, sis, wishing you well and that it gets better for you! 🫶🏾🥰

#cherry’s asks 🍒#nonnies 🍒🌹#love you nonnie <333 #wishing you the best

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emotionallyattachednerd · 6 months

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Speed of Light | TP Smokescreen x f!human reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 2200+

Warnings: Smut ( car sex and robot holoform on human ) and mentions about sexuality. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Greetings! First story for Smokescreen. Love the rookie! Sorry for the delay but hope you're all enjoy, and thanks @seasonschange32 for sending in the request. 🥰

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Racing is like an addiction for you, the speed and the vibrations always made your head spin, in the most delightful way possible. Sometimes you do get carried away but you lived through what you loved doing, and you always were more than happy to let your friends tag along to find something to race against. You owned a Chevrolet corvette thanks to your parents high cash earning jobs. You could have anything and never worry about money. It's nice.

It was late in the evening as you drove around, no doubt running a red light or two, but it truly got your heart beating. You and your friends laugh, enjoying yourselves on that evening together.

You're forced to stop at the next set of lights and you were very glad you did, because right beside you was the most beautiful nissan fairlady race car that takes your breath away, even your friends hover over through gazing eyes. That wasn't all though, the guy driving was fucking cute!

"Hey hot stuff!" You suddenly yell making your friends react through giggles and squeals. The guy looks at you surprised, cute blue eyes darting between you and your friends with his beach blonde hair you just want to run your hands through.

"Um...hi?" What a charming baby voice he has! You bit your lips through a lusty smile.

"Wanna race?" You ask through a silky purr before revving up your car.

Smokescreen was out enjoying a drive, exploring more of this planet's cities and understanding the humans behaviour better. These females seem riled up for some reason, he isn't sure, but he knows that lusty stare you're giving him all too well.

"Sure." He answers through a smile. "Two laps around the city right back here."

"And the prize?" One of your friends asks from the passenger seats. "There has to be a prize! Winner takes all!" You smirk and look back at the guy.

"Well...young man, if you win, you can have all of me." She suddenly moves her hand under her skirt and tugs her panties off, hanging them on her finger as she hangs it out the window. Your friends are going wild! The guy seems quite stunned before you flick it into his open window for him to have.

"And if you win?" Smokescreen really wasn't sure what to expect, but not this, though he can't help but wonder just where this might go. After all, he was out and about learning about human behaviour.

"Same thing." You finish, right before the light goes green and you hit the gas, speeding off through the race with him already catching up behind you.

This is going to be so much fun!

You're already a skilled driver so you weren't afraid as you sped through the city and swerved in and out between other drivers, the sound of their echoing horns only made you grin before you make it out of the outskirts of the city onto the long strip road and pushing forward with speed.

"Shit! He's catching up!" One of your friends yelps through her own buzz of adrenaline. Not that it matters much to you, as you were just as excited to get some action from the guy, but you did want to impress him with your driving skills first. It's a win win.

Looking in your mirror you see he is indeed right on your tail, though it looks like he's holding back, almost like he's admiring your rear which makes you smirk. He's teasing you.

Suddenly, he pulls up beside your car, matching your speed, looking over at you casually and gives you a wink before getting ahead of you. On the second lap you attempt to overtake, but the guy was just too damn good. Cute and skilled. You feel you've hit the jackpot!

As good as the race was, he's declared the winner before you both pull up on another. You and your friends were emotionally going wild. What a night this is turning out to be.

"Good race, but it seems I won. So, does that mean I get to have you?" The way he tilts his head is fucking gorgouse.

It's decided. You let your friend drive as you trust her with your car. You'll see them all tomorrow anyway. They make suggestive comments and erupt in giggles as you get out of your car and slide around to the passenger side, gently gliding your hand across the polished hood. You feel the car vibrate under your touches, as if responding to your actions.

Settling yourself in his car you can't help but let out a quiet purr as the new car smell hits your senses, along with the cleaness and the silence within as he drives off with you. Not bad at all.

"You got a name?" He asks you through a polite tone.

"Y/N. How about you stud?"

"Just ah...call me Smoke."

"Interesting nickname, Smoke." Not his real name, you think to yourself, least this is what you're convinced. "So, wanna get this party started?" Your hands move over your skirt and tuck up the hem over your upper thighs. Your panties you had tossed in before lay on his dashboard, and you're madly eager for a good orgasm.

"Sure! I know somewhere private."

Smokescreen keeps it together. Not the kind of evening he had planned but he was all charged up because of you. He keeps his holoform in a stronghold, using his solid-light projector to the max without limitation. Sure, I uses more energy, but nothing he couldn't handle. He wants to feel you through his holoform, to experience what it's like to interface with a human and enjoy himself, while giving you the kind of party you crave.

Once in a good spot, Smokescreen's holoform adjusts his seat to allow more room, and you understand the meaning before climbing across to setting yourself in his lap.

"Hey stud." You hum softly, feeling his shoulders under your hands and letting them linger as you take in everything.

"Hi." He says through a nervous smile with a handsome baby face.

"You don't do this often, do you?" You sort of picked this up already.

Smokescreen gives a small innocent shrug. "Am I that obvious?"

"A little, but it's fine. I'll take good care of you." With that said, you lean forward and kiss him, feeling him stiffen slightly before relaxing back down quickly. Good, at least he's relaxing under your touches.

You coil your tongue with his, tasting a new sweetness that makes you deepen the kiss between you two, savouring the tasty treat. He leans into the kiss more slowly, feeling his hands slowly roam up against your waist and over your hips, fingers gently dragging into the thin fabric of your dress.

Skillfully, you slide your hand down between your both and towards the zipper of his jeans, feeling around for only a few moments before you manage to drag the zipper down, gently digging under the waistband of his boxers and moving out his semi-hard cock.

For a young looking man, he was quite a remarkable size you think to yourself. Smiling smugly at him you then proceed to stroke his cock and get him more hard for you.

Your pussy is throbbing to be filled. All the adrenaline still bubbles in your from the racing, and you're eager to ride the stud into an oblivion.

While stroking his cock under your warm hand you can't help but watch his face, studying his reactions. He's liking it, you know this, but something was off, so you decided to ask. "Are you a virgin?"

"No!" His answer was quick, almost offended, but this quickly disappears from his face. "I-I mean...well, sort of?" He's never been with a human before, so does that count?

"Sort of?" You're a bit confused. "Well, it's a yes or no question?"

Smokescreen needed a way out from the awkward talk and hopefully still goes along with this. "I mean I've done it before, just not..."

Your brows are furrowed before you raise them a little. "Wait, are you gay?"

He's not familiar with this term, so he does a quick search on the world wide web. He finds it without trouble. Oh.... "Um, yeah." It seems the only thing to get her to understand.

"Oh, so you've never been with a woman." You declare, which you do find interesting, "Do you just want to feel like a woman?" You can't help yourself, since you've never fucked someone who was gay, or confused by whatever they were feeling.

"Yeah, that's it." Smokescreen feels himself grow even more warm and holds back a moan. "I just want to feel you."

The fact he says 'you' and not just anyone got you feeling warm and bubbly inside, or maybe you are just horny and desperate to fuck. Whatever it was, you liked it, and you craved more from him.

Once hardened more under your pumping hand you then position yourself over, teasing yourself against his throbbing tip before sinking down on him. His cock stretches you like nothing else before, so thick and pulsing, sending electric pulses against your channel and through your body.

"Holy fuck." You whisper between soft heated pants against his gaping lips.

Smokescreen has never felt something so tight before wrapped around him. Sure, different with the tangible holoform, but he feels it all, the arousal and pleasure building rapidly through him, and you all the same.

"Primus." He says through a whisper that catches in your ears.

"Primus?" You question, confused by what he said.

"Oh...nothing. It's fine, this is good, really good." He tries to brush it off.

"You're a strange one." You can't help but smirk softly through a light moan. "But lucky for you, I like strange things."

Before he could say something back, you start to ride him, making him let out a stuttered moan and feel his hands gripping into your hips, your own resting against his shoulders for support.

You slowly move yourself, grinding down into his lap with skillful movements, slowly swaying your hips on him as you let out gentle moans against his neck, tongue darting out to slide it against his skin. There was no musky man smell or sweat much to your surprise, guess he's just a very clean guy, with an impressive thick cock.

"I've got to say stud, you're an interesting man." You make small talk while riding him, clenching around him as you purposely grind your pussy down hard, stimulating your clit.

"Oh...thank you." Smokescreen smirks through his moans before the car lets out a loud rev. "Sorry! Foot on pedal..." A lie. He just slipped a little and reacted without his holoform.

"It's alright, I liked it. Do it again." You pant through a lascivious smile. The vibrations of the car feels nice rocking through your body.

He seems to like hearing this due to his childish smile. "You've got it."

With your rocking motions and the vibrations of the car, both your arousals continue to boil and grow. Your heart is hammering wildly, head spinning, both the speed of racing and sex all froths through you completely erupting louder mewls from your plump lips.

Smokescreen can feel this won't be a lasting moment as he can already feel himself about to overload. His focus is on you, but also on himself, not wanting to slip up again and freak you out even further.

"Oh fuck, fuck!" You curse out through the pleasurable joy, clit stimulated and clenching harder on him, feeling every pulse and twitch through your soaked depths. "Come on stud, cum with me, let us ride this orgasm together."

It's like he is given the command, or permission, because he suddenly grabs hold of you tightly, burying his face against your collarbone and lets out a startled groan as he erupts his hot seed in you.

It's oddly hot, but damn it feels good. You don't hold back as you suddenly fall apart as goosebumps erupt through you, right before cumming on him, hips slowing down to a stop and keep yourself embedded on him, savouring every moment of it.

Smokescreen vents heavily as you collapse onto his chest while still embedded on his cock as you both let yourselves cool off for a moment. You move your hands up to wrap around his neck, curling your fingers into his blonde hair and leaning closer to give him a heated kiss.

"Wild stud indeed. Would you mind giving this lady a ride home?"

"Only if you promise me more races in the future." He wants to see more of you and you can't help but giggle through your diminishing arousal.

"Racing with the wild stud? Definitely."

He smiles like an excited kid. "Awesome. Want your panties back?"

"You keep them, as a reminder of the first woman to fuck you."

Smokescreen is going to remember you indeed, as the first human he had lots of fun with. Perhaps there is plenty of fun on earth with the humans, though he does find you quite a lot of fun all for himself. He looks forward to your next race.

#transformers #prime #smokescreen #valveplug #smokescreen x reader #reader insert #tf #street racing #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag

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elijahslittleprincess · 11 months

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Requested by @iloveyall-18 it was a really nice idea 🥰🌹

Many teachers flirting with reader ( teacher ) and r not paying any attention to them but Larissa still getting really jealous and all so she tries to win r over with cute little acts such as buying her flowers , getting her hot chocolate, etc and then towards the end Larissa confesses about her feelings and jealousy and r says smth like “

Aww rissa i didn’t flirt with them because you’re the one I want “ “ I chose you “ and kiss - The end 😜🫶🏼

People flirting with you in nevermore wasn't really new anymore. You had gotten a lot of attention the second you started working at the school two weeks ago. After all you knew how pretty you were and wasn't that much surprised when you received praises and compliments from teachers and sometimes even from student when walking in the corridors.

It was gratifying really, of course it was but you never really cared about them or did anything when it occured.

You just wasn't Interested and that because the only women you really cared to receive sweet words from, was Larissa Weems.

Unfortunately for the tall blonde though, she wasn't aware of that detail. So every time she had the unpleasant occasion to see someone flirting with you or giving you attention, the principale would get insanely jealous.

It was impossible for her to stop the pain she felt went you looked at someone else's or when you flash them one of your perfect smile, because Larissa just wished you'd give them all to her instead.

I mean could you really blame her, you were perfection in her eyes and she loved you with everything she was, so her natural instinct just wanted to have you to herself.

Honestly, for Larissa it was feeling like loosing you more and more every time someone would come to you and try their chances.

I mean, in a way it was normal for her to feel like that because she wasn't has open with her emotions toward you than the other's.

But god, if she knew.

If she knew how much you loved her to, then maybe it would have saved her from all the trouble she went through to get your attention.

Not that you didn't liked the multitude of flower bouquets and chocolate boxes that you received, including the little poems she wrote to you from time to time.

They were just adorable and full of love, a real confession of Larissa's feelings in your opinion. That's when you realised how stupid you've been really. Why did you wait so long to just confess yours to her if she had the same feeling you had.

Really maybe the only thing needed was for one of you to find the courage and confess.

She loved you and you loved her.

So what were you both waiting for?

Well that's what you would actually learn today since you've finally decided the time had come for you to confront the women and tell her how much you loved her and only had eyes for her.

After teaching your classes of the day, you had immediately picked your stuff and made your way to the principal's office none invited. You knocked on her door and waited for an answer.

Yes please come in!

A cute smile appeared on your face when you heard her voice and just gently entered the large office. You walked to Larissa's desk looking into her eyes like entranced and just stood in front of it silent for a second, a bit flustered.

Larissa observed your shy and adorable form standing just in front of her desk. You just looked...so cute and her breath tighten a bit at the view. God how much she loves you.

Well, hi sweetheart, how could I help you this nice afternoon.

The principal said with a nice and gentle voice, accompanied by one of her perfect smile.

Your eyes met hers for a moment and you felt a bit stressed and unsure suddenly but you took your courage into you own hands and asked what you wanted to know.

Larissa...do you...do you love me? Please I...I need to know it's important.

The blondes eyes opened wide at how frank and direct you are and just stare at you for a good minute. She looked absolutly frozen and you started to doubt her answer...but she actually blushed and seemed shy suddenly.

Oh y/n...

She said before actually standing up from behind her desk and walking to you. She was so tall and now that she was in front of you, you actually needed to angled your head to look into her eyes. Larissa then, moved an hand to your cheek and caressed it gently.

Of course I love you darling...since the first time I looked at you in fact, but...I don't seem to be the only one in this school anyway.

Larissa said with a archer tone and maybe...anger.

They all seems to swoon when they see you, I can't really blame them...after all you are the cutest thing I've ever seen.

After saying this, your women walked to her drink table and poured herself a whisky. She seemed a bit annoyed and maybe...jealous.

You blushed so hard at her comment and just smirked amused and flattered. Coming form her it was just heaven and you wanted to kiss her so bad. None the less, you didn't skipped the part about the others "swooning" at you and you frowned a bit. Was Larissa jealous? Of the other teachers, seriously it would be ridiculous you only ever had eyes for her. But...she didn't know that. Oh...

Well now you understand why she was sending you all this...she was trying to get your affection because she taught she didn't had it...Oh Larissa.

You felt an overwhelming need to tell her how much you loved her and your body instinctively walked back to her and you took her free hand in yours. Your eyes met hers again and you smiled with so much love.

Larissa...I love you.

It only ever has been you.

Didn't you realised that I never flirted with them back. It's because you’re the only one I want "I chooses you".

Larissa took a sharp intake of breath when you said that to her...god knows how long and how bad she actually wanted to hear that from you. She was speechless and the only thing she could muster was to lay down her glass and take your face between her hand to kiss you passionately.

For a moment you were stunned by it but you rapidly kissed her back with as much love and affection you could muster. It felt just perfect, soft and full of love and you wondered why you both waited so long.

When the two of you ended up parting to take your breath, Larissa's eyes were shining like stars and she seemed genuinely happy. Her hand started to play with your hair and you smiled happily at her.

I can't believe we waited so long to do that...and I'm sorry for being compleatly blind and not seeing what was in front of myself y/n...I was just so jealous.

It's ok Rissa, we both were acting like children's to be honest, the important is that now we know. The only person I need to swoon over me is you I love you.

You said proud of yourself and with a big smile on your face. You looked adorable and the blonde only chuckled, before hugging your body to hers tightly.

You really are the cutest my angel, I love you to.

Of course you both kissed back after this...and many many times more. Why not after all now nothing could keep you from matching up with the time you lost.

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pomegranateboba · 24 days

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Hiii girlie pop skibidi toilet bom bom jgwwkvwiwgwiwbwiw (wow i am so funny)

Can u make the ArcTwi boy with the Summoner who makes weapon like, yk, machine gun and the summoner, with the magic they learned, added some extra stuff to the machine gun and... Well...

Anw have a nice day girlie pop ily 🥰😘😘

hello pookie anon 🤩what extra stuff though 🤨 I'm just gonna assume its like glitter or something and not whatever I'm thinking rn (milk-) I don't know what to name this headcanon 💀

Arcturus

He turned the corner and was hit with a face-full of orange glitter

And the orange glitter turned him into an orange juice machine

Yeah now you have Arcky the orange juice machine

He was not expecting that at all

He knew about your machine gun, he knows about your passion for making weapons

But why Summoner. Why.

Free orange juice I suppose

Time to go collect the rest now that you have placed orange juice machine Arcky in your room

Spica

You found him in his office

"What do you need, Summoner-?"

He was cut off due to green glitter in his face. Now, he's a ladle

He was disappointed but not surprised at your behaviour

He feels weird no doing paperwork because he is now an inanimate object

Now we have ladle Spica, what next

You placed ladle Spica next to orange juice machine Arcturus and went outside

Alpheratz

He was just asleep under his tree, why do you have to do this

He didn't notice anything

You gave him red glitter and now he's a spatula

He didn't realise what was happening until he woke up as a spatula on your desk in your room, placed next to ladle Spica and orange juice machine Arcturus

He assumed it was Pollux or Sirius at first, but then again he was in your room

He suspected that machine gun

Ah well, Spica can't nag him if he's a spatula, also Spica is a ladle now

He went back to sleep

Pollux

Pollux was just trying to find Arcky

He cam up to you after class and asked you where Arcky was

And then pink glitter occurs

And poof now he's a toaster

Pollux was speechless. Not like he has a choice. He's a toaster now.

Somehow, he wasn't surprised

Wants to ask you what spell you used after he's not a toaster anymore

You placed Poaster next to Spadle, Alpatula and Arcky (I don't know how to put Arcturus and orange juice machine together-)

4 down, 2 to go. Gotta get them all, as the wise people say

Vega

Poor guy, he just wanted to go out with you

You gave him the glitter treatment

And from the blue glitter was a teaspoon

You always knew he was the little spoon

Vega was just...no

He wanted to go out, no? So you placed him in your jacket pocket so that he can hang around you

Time to find the red flag

Sirius

It actually wasn't that hard to find him

He was in his room, trying to fix his hair

Someone had put something in his shampoo and now his hair is all wonky

You managed to sneak in and purple glitter him

He was actually trying to avoid you, because he saw how you glittered Arcky

But due to plot, he is now a meat grinder. Why? Idk.

Sirius was like: *surprised pikachu face*

Or it would be if meat grinders had faces

You happily skipped back to your room with Sirius the meat grinder in your arms and Vega the teaspoon in your pocket

We got them all >:)

Rigel

Plot twist: Rigel was your accomplice

Only for Sirius though, he was the one who messed up Sirius's stuff

In return for helping you, he was spared from the glitter treatment

That machine gun scares him

More peace and quiet for him, so he didn't object

He didn't wanna help at first, until you pulled out the gun

He's just gonna pretend nothing happened and that he was not involved

But if you tell on him, he will find you

I feel like this is less about the machine gun and more about the kitchen utensils-

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight rigel #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight headcanons

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rzyraffek · 8 months

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Alr yall Eddie Gluskin brainrot part 2 or something. ITS MADE FOR MY PERSONAL NEEDS TO VENT ABT HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM ALR DONT JUDGE scroll down for hyper important notes

Tw: eggie gluskin is his own warning, dub-con???(not really tho), erm eddie gluskin??? Ermmm idk yandere? A bit of nsfw (but there's warning beforehand) ALSO REQUEST OPEN FOR EDDIE SIMPS

Silly Eddie Gluskin headcanons

This idea is my personal one (so prepare). Imagine s/o in that spooky psych ward and she just hangs out around Eddie CUZ LETS BE HONEST HE IS THE SAFEST OPION OUT THERE😭 LIKE rest of people there bearly speak and would bite my toes off. Also I would totally get lost, so fallowing this dude is my best option

Tbh he at least pretends that hes nice😭

Also bro is mesmerised by her cuz 'shes not like other whores' cuz she doesnt scream or run away.

After he got attached (so in like 3minutes) he starts to fallow her like lost puppy and has dumb smile on his face for the whole time

He he w- he when he wh- when he- he when-

He is also very physical🥰 if he cant hug he holds hands, AND he talks a lot too... o my god

the only red flag is that he immediately wants to erm have babies 😔 BRO WANTS TO FUCK ON FIRST DATE😰🤯

Home boy 100% commits cannibalism THERES NOTHING TO EAT HERE ALR

Trying to escape WITH Eddie? Like acually from the ward? Say less

Beats up everyone, litteraly everyone. Somone stands near her in 50meter radius? They are totally dangerous mind if i stab?

Fatherless with attachment issues 👍🧍‍♂️

Loves when s/o sits on his lap, and loves being a big spoon. Litteraly melts when she grabs his hand

He 'invites' her on dates and makes some weird ass food (probably cooked rats) and if she refuses to eat he gonna grab that fork and force it inside her cuz darling you need to stay fed and healthy

He is very into domestic type shit, so if shes okay with becoming housewife he is flying away, blushing, kicking, screaming, begging for more. I mean he still would make her a housewife but its cute that she consents and he doest have to do all this threatening and manipulation stuff to make her do so

If she bakes cookies for him he will litteraly has one of those 'its so cute i want to squash it' moments and cup her cheeks and kiss all over (aggressively)

Believes in zodiac signs and tried to learn tarot once

She has to force him to stop using hair gel he looks like he has boat on his head

Looks like he smells nice but I doubt that

Kinda likes when she tries to run away? let's be honest I doubt that s/o was in love with him from the start, he is some random weird looking dude in hospital after all. So yeah he kinda liked (and still does) enjoy the whole prey/hunter thingy

ALR NOW NSFW TIME YALL CHILDREN LOOK AWAY

Lets start with obvious stuff, breeding kink, whole pregnancy stuff, likes his wife cute and obedient, but its kinda fun to chase her around once per few days, see her fear and panic o m g he loves that

He also fucks whenever he wants really, she has to have really good relationship with him to make him lisen and do what she asks him for (to some degree anyways)

Table, chair, wall, bed that he tortures people on, his bed, floor, any place is a good place to make some love

When he's not horny he is acually romantic (rare) he gives neck kisses, holds hands, talks about his plans for future, makes sure that stuff shes wearing and her hair is in good condition, bare minimum yknow

Also I use she/her and 'wife' stuff cuz even if s/o is the most masculine guy ever he is still cute lady in his eyes or something idc

My guy can do fast and rough or slow and deep. Depents of his mood really, if s/o annoyed him or he's just simply frustrated he will be rough, and do it no matter what she was doing, oh you were doing laundry? Not anymore, hop on this washingmachine, we are going on a ride. If he's in more romantic mood and s/o too, he will pick them up, kiss them, do it nice and deep to make sure that s/o feels everything

Tbh he loves 'hunting his prey (shes the prey lol)' prompt so much! Looking for her, feeling her fear... o my god this gets him going so hardddd

Bite marks on her, Hickeys on him

ALSO O MY GOD HER SITTING ON HIS LAP? omg imagine, s/o riding him, Eddie guiding her hips with hands HE DIES OMG YOIR SO CUTEEE

NOT ME WRITING WHOLE ARTICLE ABOUT EGGIE FUCKING GLUSKIN OMG IM SORRY😭 ALSO I was attacked by horse 2days ago and zapped by electric fence twice, just to buy a kebab, Im a survivor you all

#eddie gluskin x reader #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #reqs open #request #request open

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hopefulnightlady · 26 days

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141 Nsfw Headcannons four, smut galore

(gender neutral)

Part one(Price): here

Part two(Soap): here

part three(Gaz): here

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So yeah here is the last part. As always, have fun if u disagree well. Tell me so i can tell you how wrong you are ^-^. Remember i made these out of sheer frustration at the prevalent characterisations. If you like super duper dark evil murder monster Simon 9000, you will not like this. Respectfully, go back to booktok🥰

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Spoicy stuff under the cut, folks!

Same as price with the issues of separating his job and the sort of violence kinky sex brings

I mean he literally has a murder fursona (ghost) to cope with existing and to separate it from himself

(going to give you a sec here to digest murder fursona)

probably suuuper quiet (internalized toxic masculinity says he's not allowed to enjoy things)

he would not be good at communicating in general

If you manage to get into his heart, and you must've if you're in his bed, he's probably trying very very hard for you about everywhere else

but this stuff? emotional intimacy, especially when mixed with physical intimacy? nope, not even on his list

you'd have your work cut out for you

To not only shit on Ghost, here is a non-exhaustive list of stuff that he's good at/with

following direction (if you say 'just like that' he does. just. that.) not in a ‘sub’ way, just in a ‘good at following orders’ sort of way

actually, maybe a little bit in a sub way (hehe subway), not super kinky just.... wants to make Sure you're happy?

nice dick, big but not wayyy to big, and he doesn't think it makes him magically amazing at sex

loves giving head👍 doesn't matter your bits, if you like it, he will

the murder stare is pretty hot in the bedroom (especially when being given head)

he actually gets better at the genuine vulnerability stuff with time.

and oh, he tries. sooo. hard. and it's obvious

Bonus, because it's not talked about nearly enough:

-He’d have ED (erectile dysfunction) issues. It's very likely at least one of them would, and mr skullmask flavor ptsd is my prime candidate

-it wouldn't be constant, and not anything like a medical issue, mostly just stress, abd performance anxiety, and well, the trauma

-He would hate himself PROFOUNDLY for it. I wish he didn't, but he would.

-Esp with his issues about talking about his feelings, i think you'd not even know until like. Wayyyy into the relationship

Totally the type of guy ro manage to hide it for yearsss

-perhaps you finding out (and better NOT CARING!!!) helps with the anxiety surrounding the topic for him, which in turn might soothe the symptoms are little

Aftercare:

he didn't even know such a thing existed until he randomly read on google about it (only AFTER the conversation about emotional intimacy and communication during sex was had)

And now he helps you clean up, and brings you a snack and water, and generally does everything he thinks might help you feel safe and happy

Still doesn't do much actual... talking. But the actions speak for themselves, and he's really trying

once the cleanup/snack is concluded, he will Cuddle you. Because he quickly learned skin to skin is important after Sex

For precisely 15 minutes, that is, after that he starts to get antsy, needing some time with No one Perceiving him.

(yes, it's pretty precisely 15 minutes. But!!! he already did 1 whole Sex with you, plus the cuddling? that's rough, bud)

would probably shower, or smoke, some small excuse for time alone and then come back, sit with you, or go to bed with you, or generally be close without too excessive touching

Bye bye folks, that's it!

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#Murder fursona #might be my magnum opus #i didnt finish this for weeks Because i got psychic damage every time i opened my doc and saw the phrase #and fled #aanyways...#cod mw2 #headcannons #cod headcanons #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost x you #THE TAGS WONT SAVE #agony

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pupyuj · 7 months

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what if....jock yuj with short hair KANSKAJSKSKSKS IM SORRY IM O B S E S S E D WITH HER SHORT HAIR U DONT UNDERSTAND I LOVE IT SM IM GNA COMBUST

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ACK . LISTEN 🥺🥺

so this is like, sfw for the most part i hope that's okay cuz i feel very soft for short hair yuj ☹️ yuj being a nice jock here for once and having the biggest crush on cheerleader reader ,, you're both super popular so you know of each other, but you're not that close! poor baby thinking that you don't really see her as anything more than just being the captain of the basketball team but she was so wrong!!! yuj talking to her teammates about cutting her hair short one day and all of them making jokes about how it would look weird on her,,, BUT LIKE... you and your friend happened to be passing by and one of yuj's jock friends asked you if you think she would look fine with short hair SJDHCKD POOR YUJ BLUSHING SO HARD.. and she's so nervous abt your answer she couldn't look at you properly :((( and her friends knew about her crush on you so they were just giggling.. meanies 😭😭

"i think you'd look very pretty, yujin." ACK yujinnie almost fainting on the spot sjfbfjdkcsk bcs your smile was so pretty and you sounded so genuine 🥺 ofc she couldn't keep her eyes off of you as you walked away w your friend,, and her heart almost leaped out of her mouth when you looked back and smiled at her again,,, YUJ'S FRIENDS PUSHING HER AROUND AND TEASING HER... AND SHE'S SO HOPELESS SHE'S KICKING HER FEET N SHIT... 😭😭

omgomg yuj coming to practice w her fresh cut,, head down n cheeks super red bcs everybody has been looking at her the entire school day,, unfortunately you've been running around somewhere else so you haven't seen her hair yet... but would you look at that! you're sitting on the bleachers w some other cheerleaders and ofc you take notice of yujin's hair 🥺🥺🥺

sjdbjfksc the baby smiling at you cutely while she was walking by where you were sitting.. "looking good, ahn." you told her, laughing when she looked away bashfully STOP SHE'S SO WHIPPED 😩😩 she was full of energy the entire practice!! her shots were perfect too, she had to impress her crush after all! 🥰

okay now here's the fun part 🤭 yujinnie being left behind in the court bcs she had to talk to her coach about stuff,, going to the changing rooms to finally take a nice shower before she goes home.. and then there's you entering right after her... yuj being so surprised to see you she kind of freezes up on the spot 😭😭😭 you truly did have a reason to be there though! you forgot one of your cheer uniforms in your locker, which happened to be right next to yuj's 🫢

ehehdjdkffj yujin's brain literally shutting down when you take the towel from her hands and start wiping the sweat off her forehead and neck yourself,,, "you're doing a really good job as captain. i don't think you get told that enough." you were saying, reminding yujin of the reason she fell in love with you in the first place :(( "i knew i was right when i said you'd look pretty like this." god, how hasn't yujin evaporated yet????? especially when you brushed her now short hair through your fingers so gently :(((

"can i kiss you, yujin?"

EEEEEK LOVESICK YUJ NOT EVEN HESITATING TO JUST GRAB YOUR WAIST AND PULL YOU INTO HER 🥺🥺🥺🥺 she kisses you so desperately but softly!!!! this definitely leads to the two of you fucking on the benches but not before yuj asks if that was what you wanted 🥺🥺 she would be so gentle,, but not to the point of it all being boring, she wants to savour this moment!! 😵‍💫 very very good with her fingers, and she'd get addicted to your moans... hitting all the good spots that she learned just to hear her name fall from your lips again, not really caring if there was someone outside that then hear the two of you omg...

and then the two of you shower together where you're just making out and getting to know each other's bodies, nothing sexual at all just soft touches and even softer kisses 🥹💞💞

#🪿 anon #ive smut #ive x reader #ahn yujin smut #ive imagines #ive x fem reader #girl group imagines #girl group smut #girl group x reader #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin x fem reader #ahn yujin imagines

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valiantstarlights · 9 months

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Heya! I'm the facesitting Hob anon (Never thought I would introduce myself that way)

Thank you for fulfilling that ask. It got me through a hella rough week at the office.

Hello, face-sitting Hob anon! 😊 Nice to see you again 🥰

You're very welcome, and I hope you'll only have good days ahead of you. ✨️ In the meantime, I wrote more personal trainer Dream AU face-sitting stuff to give you more good vibes 😊

So! As thanks to Dream for humoring(?) him about the face-sitting position, (not knowing that Dream is actually very into it) Hob plans a surprise for Dream on the weekend. 🥰

Dream has been working really hard lately, and Hob notices him absently massaging his stiff shoulders. So what does any good boyfriend do? He looks up massage therapy video tutorials and buys massage oils with calming properties.

When the weekend comes, Hob tells Dream that he wants to give him a full-body massage, and Dream bluescreens at first because his mind is living 24/7 in the gutter when Hob is involved. 😂 But as soon as Hob explains, red-faced, that the goal is relaxation and stress relief, and look, he even bought some lavender massage oil--

Dream falls in love with him more. 🥰

And like, Dream does go to chiropractors occasionally, but having his lovely boyfriend spend his free time learning massage therapy, buying massage oils, and dedicating an entire weekend afternoon just so Dream could feel better??

(They get sidetracked for a while because Dream has to show his appreciation first with ten thousand kisses and a schmoopy make-out session filled with 'I love you's and 'you're amazing's and 'I'm so lucky's.)

Anyway. 👀 Once Dream is dressed down (naked except for a medium-sized towel covering his pelvic area), Hob has him lie on the bed face-down, and starts massaging him beginning from the top.

Hob is very focused in his task. He's an academic at heart, so you know he took notes and dragged Jo and Ric to review his skills until he's deemed good enough. (Ric is very thankful for Hob's shoulder massages because life as Jo's manager is very stressful. 😂)

Dream is horny, of course he is, but his boner surprisingly takes a back seat as he lets Hob do his thing. He's a natural at this, and Dream feels very lucky to have such a thoughtful, caring boyfriend. 🥰

When Hob gets lower, though, he starts to become a blushy mess. He often clings to Dream when they have sex, and he remembers quite vividly some of the times when his nails would leave red marks on Dream's body, but especially on his back when Dream fucks him into the mattress.

But he manages to massage Dream's entire back area, including his arms, legs, and feet without stopping halfway and begging prettily to be fucked. He's so dazed that when he goes to wash his hands, he realizes that he forgot to tell Dream to turn over. 😂

Anyway, once he returns, he apologizes for spacing out and has Dream turn to lie down on his back.

Dream goes to do that without complaint, feeling relaxed and even a little sleepy. But then he sees Hob's flustered face, and him squirming when Dream slightly flashes him for a second while adjusting his towel, and it has him alert and wide-awake in 2 seconds flat.

And now Hob has to massage Dream's front while having Dream looking right at him, knowing exactly what's going on inside his mind. u///u)

It's a very tension-filled hour. Because while Hob is adamant to finish the job as professionally as he could, Dream has no qualms showing off his oiled body and asking Hob to massage certain areas more, like his pecs, which has Hob straddling him if he wants to be able to massage them properly.

So we have Dream, eyes dark and intense, and Hob, biting his lips hard so he can focus on his task instead of being reduced to a horny mess, because this hot guy he's currently straddling is in fact his boyfriend, and they could stop at any point and just go straight to fucking if he just says the word.

(Hob isn't going to say the word because he's the one taking care of Dream for once, and a relaxing full-body massage is something that Dream actually needs.)

(Dream thinks he's adorable and also how he wants so badly to be the one biting Hob's lips.)

As Hob's hands steadily move downward, his blush spreads and he looks away every time his gaze lands on the towel, where he could clearly see the outline of Dream's hard cock on it.

And maybe Dream comments that now Hob knows what Dream goes through every time they have a gym session where he's supposed to act professionally.

Maybe Hob replies with an apology for making things hard for him, and Dream smirks at his wording and uses that comment to shift his hips a little. Just enough so Hob could feel just how hard he currently is for him.

Maybe Dream even says something along the lines of, "Once you have finished, I would very much like to show you what I have been imagining ever since I turned over and saw how needy you look."

(Hob wants to protest that he is not needy, but that would be a blatant lie. He's also hard and leaking inside his cotton panties, and Dream looking and sounding seductive is not helping at all.)

Hob (miraculously) manages to finish giving Dream a non-naughty full body massage. 👏 He immediately flees to the ensuite and washes his hands, trying desperately to calm himself down. He knows he has to face Dream again, and he has to remember to ask him what he thinks. Was Hob's kneading too rough? Too gentle? Maybe there are areas that he didn't pay enough attention to?

Once he exits the bathroom, though, he forgets literally everything he's supposed to do, because Dream is still on the bed, but now he's lazily jacking off. Hob moans involuntarily at the sight, then slaps his hand over his mouth. How shameful!

But Dream just smiles and beckons him closer, and states very casually that he wants Hob to sit on his face again, except this time, he wants him to sit while facing the headboard. Why? Because this time, Dream wants Hob to just feel good without worrying about getting Dream off. Dream is fine. He's already feeling good. And now he wants to reciprocate.

Hob wants to object because the entire agenda this afternoon is making Dream feel good, period; but he can't bring himself to say anything when Dream adds that he wants to reward Hob for his hard work. Not just for the actual massage, which was wonderful, but for everything that came before. Watching tutorials, taking notes, buying oils, etc.

With some more coaxing and reassurance, Dream gets Hob to undress shyly for him, and Hob very carefully maneuvers himself up and up on Dream's body, until he's straddling Dream's head while facing the headboard. He is blushing all the while, and the lovely shade reaches his gorgeous hairy tits.

As soon as Hob lowers himself, hands and forearms firmly on the headboard, Dream reaches up and starts massaging Hob's tits like he has been wanting to this entire time, his hands still a bit slick from the oil. And while he's doing that, he's also kissing Hob's hairy thighs, murmuring about how much time he spent since Hob sat on his face for the first time, wanting so badly to do have Hob sit on his face again.

Having Hob's weight on him, feeling his body's little twitches, his legs trembling and squeezing the sides of his face, Hob's taste on his tongue, hearing Hob's sweet voice moan his name so prettily--

It's the best.

Hob hides his face behind his hands and implores Dream to stop talking because he already feels so close just from his words alone.

Suffice to say, after that entreaty, Dream goes to town on him.

Hob tries to hold most of his weight off Dream, even as Dream's clever tongue licks and laps at his hole, and one of Dream's arms holds him still so he cannot squirm away. Hob's arms are shaking in his effort to do so, and his legs have started to shake as well.

And then he hears slick sounds behind him, and when he turns to look, he sees Dream with one hand around his thick cock, getting himself off as he eats Hob out. Hob salivates, wanting to taste Dream as he gets eaten out, like last time. It's always a heady feeling, tasting Dream's delicious cum. It always makes him want more, and he feels like a cumslut when sucking him off.

And that's when Hob's arms give out, the visual proving too much for him.

Dream, sensing his opportunity, pulls Hob even lower, making him sit his entire weight fully on top of his face, and really tongue fucking him like rent is due.

Hob mewls at Dream's show of strength and cums as soon as Dream's tongue reaches deeper. And Dream, cock in hand, groans and cums a few seconds after Hob does, tongue still inside Hob, getting rhythmically squeezed by his rim.

(Do they make this an every weekend thing? Not really, because sometimes Hob has to attend an academic seminar, or Dream has corporate meetings with his siblings, but Hob does schedule hours of massage time for Dream every once in a while, and Dream always looks forward to those days, because he almost always get Hob to sit on his face once they're done.)

(And of course, Dream relearns his massage therapy lessons and massages Hob as well. 🥰 Those sessions are usually interrupted midway though, because Hob is still so sensitive to his touch after all this time, and Dream can't help but fuck him until his toes curl for being so sexy. And fucking midway through does have the added bonus of massaging Hob's round ass and seeing his own cum trickling out, so really, it's a win-win situation.)

#personal trainer dream AU #I almost typed this tag without the word 'trainer' in between 😂#now wouldn't that be nice? 😏#ask and you shall receive #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #good job my thumbs

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