#jealousy headcanons

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Slashers and Jealousy

Just drabbles for how the slashers deal with Jealousy :)

REQUESTS OPEN BTW

Warnings: some sexual themes/descriptions, maybe swearing, descriptions of killing people, people with bad intentions, Slight smut in Bo’s and Brahms’s, swearing, sexuality coded(mentions of female friends), side character OC’s (That may be included in One shots in the future),

Michael Myers(I wasn’t sure which version this suited best so you can decide)

It’s a commonly known fact that Michael doesn’t feel things. At least not like other people. He has his own set of emotions and expressions that are completely unique to him. He can be hard to understand sometimes but the closest thing to jealousy is when he sees you giving others the attentiveness you give him. It’s not like he cares. He doesn’t, not like how you care for him. He certainly doesn’t care that your showing a complete stranger the types of care you show him.(patching up their scratches and bruises, giving them a cold drink for the Haddonfield heat). The stranger had apparently claimed that he was passing through town and had gotten into an accident on one of the hiking trails. Michael knew that was a lie. The timing didn’t match up. Michael went on the trails every morning and he didn’t see the stranger or even a wreckage of any kind. Another thing the man left out. Michael didn’t miss how the man held on to your wrist whilst you cleaned his scratches with an alcohol pad. You brushed it off, focusing on the task at hand. You had had enough practice fixing up injuries from Michael. Of course he wasn’t in the room with you two, he was watching from the window outside. Michael could read people easily. He was amazing at it actually. And watching the stranger inside your home he could only read bad intentions. Michael didn’t know how the conversation went but he assumed you offered the stranger the night in your guest room. Michael entered the house silently through the back door. Then silently up the stairs of your home, he wasn’t surprised to see the stranger standing in your doorway while you slept. Michael didn’t hesitate for a moment to come up behind him and slit his throat. Blood spurting all over your floor as he gasped for breath that he didn’t deserve. You had gotten used to waking up when Michael would get home. So you immediately woke to the sounds of dying a just few feet from you. Let’s just say the both of you slept in the guest room that night. He didn’t ‘cuddle’ you per say. He would never, he’s a stone cold serial killer. But he did let you cuddle into him. Because you needed it of course. Not because he was worried about you. But he held you just a little closer than night. Let your hands wander just a little more than he would usually tolerate.

Vincent Sinclair

Let’s be honest. He’s an extremely insecure person, that fuels his jealous thoughts. Often he will be jealous of his brother. You and Bo spend almost as much time together as you and Vincent. You lived with them and Lester. Vincent didn’t get jealous of Lester though, or even strangers. He just knew that Bo was seen as a very attractive individual. That’s how most of the female tourists ended up sculptures in the museum. He handles his Jealousy with sadness and self resent rather than anger or aggression. He feels incompetent with himself and unworthy of the attention you give him. This particular time you and Bo had been working on a truck in the garage. You were both sweaty and covered in oil, in tank tops and sweatpants. The truck was on the lift and had been raised too a level that even Bo couldn’t reach the top. He had accidentally left a wrench on the hood. It wasn’t a big deal. But when Vincent saw Bo holding you up by your waist, his hands happening to be underneath your white tank top. He was heartbroken. Somewhere in his mind he knew that logically you were his partner and you wouldn’t ever leave him for Bo, but in the moment it was easy to forget. Vincent left abruptly, and you noticed. As soon as you were on the ground Bo’s hands returned to his sides. He knew what Vincent was thinking, and you did too. He nodded toward the door Vincent had left though and you swiftly went to follow the long haired man. When you found him he was in his workshop. Scribbling on a piece of paper. You slowly leaned over his shoulder and what you saw shocked you. A drawing of you and him, scribbled out and ripping. Vincent’s breath was jagged and frustrated. “Oh Vince” you whispered into his neck, as your arms came to wrap around him. He froze as if being caught. “I love you. Not Bo. You, Vincent Sinclair” that sentence, plus a lot more physical contact the next day reassured him immensely. He still struggles with insecurity, but you always know how to make it better.

Bo Sinclair

Unlike his twin, Bo’s jealousy is angry and possessive. He’s used to being left behind, he doesn’t want that scenario to happen with you. Let’s be honest Bo is the type to jealous fuck. Aggressively slamming into you over and over. Making you cum over and over again. Reminding you that only he can make you feel that good. Bo uses sex as a coping mechanism. Something he knows he’s the best at so he can hide behind it. It gives him a sense of security. Now though you wouldn’t let that slide. Your legs were already wrapped around his waist as he lathered your jaw in sloppy kisses. Pushing your back up against the wall of the storage closet in the auto shop. A customer was getting just a little too bold with their eyes and Bo hated it. He said he needed to talk to you ‘in the back’. There wasn’t a ‘back’ in the shop. There was a tiny storage closet around the corner, and that’s where he took you. The customer could definitely hear the two of you. You weren’t loud often but Bo just got a rise out of you. His kisses moved down to your neck and collar bone. He growled and moaned against your skin, sending harsh vibrations up your spine. You nearly got lost in the moment, he felt so good against you. But then you remembered that you had been thinking about this for a while. The fact that whenever a customer would interact with you in a way that could seem flirtatious in the shop, it would almost always lead to spontaneous sex with Bo. At first you thought it was a kinky thing but over the course of a while, after taking the time to examine him in these moments. You discovered it wasn’t a kink or turn on, it was a coping mechanism. He always got so fixated and rough in the moment. You didn’t mind the roughness, if anything it was a preference for you, but when he did this it was like he was tranced. Like he had something to prove to you. You swore that the next time he did this that you would confront him on it. Knowing Bo if you asked any other time he would deny that it ever happened. You moved your hands from his neck to his shoulders, pushing him off of you and unwrapping your legs from his torso. He was too caught up, taking this is a change of positions. He continued smashing his lips into yours, practically shoving his tongue with down your throat. “Bo! Mmm… stop it!” He kissed you hard and sloppy between your words. But at the word stop he slowly stepped back, still holding your waist with both hands. “What?” His face was neutral with a pinch of concern. Jealousy still ever present behind his eyes. “What’s up with you? Every time a customer gets a little flirty you freak and drag me back to the storage closet” my fingertips trace the bone of his jawline and move to cup his face in your hands. “I don’t know what what you mean sugar” he smirks and rolls his eyes. You don’t play along though. Instead staring into his eyes with an eyebrow raised. He tries to say that it’s seriously nothing but eventually he cracks. “I don’t-…I don’t like watching people eye you up right in front of me…” he avoids your eyes as if he has anything to be ashamed about. “Bo…it’s ok to get jealous. I get jealous all the time. But we can’t just fuck it out whenever, we still have customers.” I run my thumb along his bottom lip in an attempt to make it more intimate. Being as that is when Bo learns the best. He pays the most attention to you when your being physical. He nods and rests his head on your shoulder. The fabric of his blue coveralls brushing across your arms(that were exposed as you were in a tank top, because you were supposed to be doing car mechanics). You thought that was that but suddenly you heard him chuckling. “You get jealous all the time eh?”.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas’s jealousy(much like Vincent’s) stems a lot from insecurity, being told all his life by people like Hoyt that he was ugly and that no one could ever really love him. But alternatively when he gets jealous he hates the fact he’s feeling that way at all. He treats it like he’s disrespecting your trust in him by resenting someone else for getting your attention. Most of the time you stay at the house with Luda Mae and there isn’t many occasions where Tommy would get Jealous, however this time you, him, Luda and strangely enough Hoyt, were going grocery shopping in town. He was already getting strange looks from everyone in the store from his appearance. Normally he wouldn’t even have come along, but Luda was getting older and needed more help carrying things. No one knew why Hoyt had come along. He wasn’t going to help, if anything he made it more of a chore than it had to be. Luda had sent you to go grab a bag of sugar, causing you to need to separate from the group. Thomas watched you walk away, worrying. To which he had every right to worry. You couldn’t find the sugar. You had been to this grocery store what felt like hundreds of times and yet you couldn’t find it. You saw a person who worked there though and proceeded to innocently ask him where to find the sugar. He lead you to the shelf. The bags that Luda wanted were big, and heavy. The man took the liberty of offering you help(he clearly wasn’t aware that you could carry it yourself. You lived on a farm for gods sake). You just let him carry the bag. He followed you back to your group, cracking a few jokes that warranted laughs out of you. You clearly didn’t pick up that he was flirting. Hoyt smirked at this, noticing an opportunity to torment Tommy. He elbowed him lightly and laughed smugly. When you got within 10 feet of Tommy you picked up your pace and ran up to him. The worker seemed shocked that these were your people. An old fashioned looking woman, a sheriff carrying a gun obviously on his belt, and Thomas. To strangers Thomas was hard to describe. He was obviously a big man, and the mask situation wasn’t helpful for new interactions either. “Oh right. Thank you!” You smiled brightly at the worker, who’s expression was wary and still surprised. You went to grab the large bag from him and hauled it into the cart. As the four of you went to walk away he called out after you again. “Um here! My phone number.” He slid a small piece of folded paper into your hand before running off. You looked at your hand oddly, that was weird. You didn’t miss how as you walked alongside him, Thomas’s eyes lingered on your hand that slid into your pocket. He was distracted as he walked, bumping into Luda once or twice. Luda being Luda, done with getting her heels stepped on by a man that towered over her, decided to solve the problem. “Tommy, why don’t you and them go get me some butter.” She pointed down the aisle where the butter was. As you followed Thomas you turned your head to see Luda looking at you with a look that said ‘talk to him about it’. So that’s what you did. He had his hands placed on the plastic boarder between the walkway and the shelf. Sometimes you forgot just how big his hands were. You slid one hand overtop of his and intertwined your fingers. “Im not keeping his phone number Tommy.” To prove your point you used your free hand to pull the paper out of your pocket and with help from your teeth you shredded it in half. Both dropping one piece and spitting the other one on the floor of the grocery store. You looked at him from the side of your eye and saw him smiling through the hole in his mask. You grabbed a stick of butter and ran back to Luda and Hoyt, Tommy’s hand still in yours. Hoyt almost said something but before he could he got the back of Luda’s hand to the back of his head.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is a tough one. Again not many situations when he would get ‘jealous’ per say. Possessive and protective as fuck? Definitely. The idea of you leaving the house scares him, and yet when grocery boy comes around he gets moody. It’s a lose lose situation. You know better than to let Malcom in the mansion, Brahms would lose his shit. But he is the only other companionship you have other than Brahms and your family over a phone. Some days in the mornings you’ll sit on the porch and have a conversation with him over coffee. This has led to many temper tantrums from Brahms. But you always make it up to him. He’s not mature, like at all. We all collectively know that. He’s an eight year old in a 40 year olds body with the horniness of a virgin teenager. You swear he likes to fight you on everything after Malcom’s been around the house. This time he wanted to fight you on bedtime. He had already avoided you all day, only interacting with you to eat. He was touch deprived(more than usual). So, when you went in for his bedtime kiss, even the slight touch made his resolve crumble. His hands grasped your hips roughly, pulling you to straddle him. “Oh, now you wanna talk to me?” Your hands were resting on his chest as to keep yourself upright. “Im not complaining, but your a jealous guy yknow that.” It wasn’t really a question, more of a statement. An incredible accurate one at that. You could see he wanted something, the look in his eyes told you everything. Beautiful forest green eyes clouded with want. “All you gotta do is ask Brahmsy” you lean in to his face, not quite touching him. Just to tease him a little. “Please…” he rasped. His actual voice evident and gruff. “Kiss me…” he leans in just a little leaving barely an inch between you. You could feel his breath on your face, thankful that he had been brushing his teeth. You couldn’t help smashing your lips into his. It was aggressive and needy. He clearly missed you even though it had only been a day, and quite frankly he had probably been watching you through the walls all day. His hands groped at your sides and your chest. All whilst you continued to kiss him. Needy and clingy, two key words when describing Brahms. That night he cuddled into you extra tight. With no intention of letting you up the next morning.

Billy Loomis

Billy doesn’t get jealous unless he’s already having a shitty day. He’s pretty calm and collected. When he does get jealous he starts fights, with everybody. You, Stu, random strangers, teachers, everybody. He’s pretty unstable as is in the terms of emotions. Especially in relationships. His mom made it real hard to trust that someone won’t leave him. In this instance he was jealous of your friend Connor. Connor was generally nerdy, spent all his time in the science labs at school. That’s how you met him actually, a science project. He was the exact opposite of Billy. Frankly you were more of a ‘smart nerdy’ type yourself. It was ridiculous how it all started anyways, you had a study session already planned with Connor. You made sure to tell Billy that a week in advance, knowing he doesn’t like surprises. But apparently he forgot all about it and made plans with Stu and his new temporary girlfriend. Obviously you told him you couldn’t go because you already had plans that you told him about. He got frustrated and jealous as expected. Connor showed up at your house at the worst moment then possible. If we’re gonna be honest Connor never liked Billy much either. Billy was extremely popular and kind of an asshole to the smarter kids at school. Not to say he wasn’t smart, he’s just quiet and friends with Stu so people assume his grades aren’t great. You and Billy had been yelling at each other when Connor opened your door. What happened next was all a blur, memorable events include Connor and Billy getting into each other faces, Connor pushing Billy, and Billy knocking Connor on his ass with a punch to his jaw, Billy had a reputation of overdoing it. Evident in this situation because Billy proceeded to get on top of Connor and continue to punch him. By the time he stopped Connors whole face was bleeding and bruised and Stu and his girlfriend had come into the house. The only reason he stopped was because Stu pulled him off. Sure they killed people but not as Billy and Stu, so he wrapped his arms around him and dragged him off of Connor. You had to call him an ambulance but you knew about Ghost face. “Both of you go. I’ll call an ambulance.” Stu understood why you wanted them gone, so he left. Dragging Billy out behind him. The next few days were lonely. Billy didn’t come back to your house, you assumed he was staying at Stu’s. But around a week after the incident you received an anonymous call. When you picked up you heard the voice of Ghost face over the line. “What’s your favourite scary movie?” If Billy planned on killing you it was a little too late, so you played along. You told him your favourite. The voice over the phone laughed and said something along the lines of ‘So I do know a thing or two, huh?’ The voice then told you to go outside into your backyard. You did as it instructed and stepped out of your back door to see a large sheet draped on the wall of your house, with a projection on it of the title screen of your favourite horror movie. In the centre of it all stood ghost face. Your ghost face. You walked up to him and once in touching vicinity you flipped the chin of his mask up over his mouth and kissed him. No matter how irrational and irresponsible he was sometimes, you missed him. When you pulled away he fully took the mask off, tossing it on the grass somewhere. “Forgive me?”

Alright have whatever this is. I would’ve done more characters but im having some writers block. If you want a part two with someone I missed just comment or ask me. Requests are open sooo yea.

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[elinoracia]

Something is brewing...

Maybe a potion ? Or maybe... new Hogwarts Legacy headcanons...

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[ts4ritsa]

Can I request Tom Lucitor having a s/o that’s best friends with Marco?

₊˚ପ⊹ jealousy headcanons ;

ft. tom lucitor from star vs. the forces of evil * ˚ ✦

tags / cw: angst, gn!reader, you are best friends with marco here, clingy tom, he’s afraid of confrontation

- tom considers his relationship with you dear to him, and anyone could see that. he’s truly head over heels and would do anything for you

- he’s very protective and attentive with you, he makes sure to show you just how much he loves you every chance he gets

- so when you recently started to drift away from him a little, he started to worry

- tom began to find himself in situations where he’d ask if you’d wanna go out together, only to get turned down & for you to say you already had other plans with your friends from school and that you would go another time

- but that was almost never the case, and he felt like you were just growing distant by the days

- did he do something wrong, perhaps?

- finally, in a desperate attempt to figure out what might really be going on, he decided to sneak out and follow you back into the human realm one night after you went with him to a small get-together with his friends

- he is not proud of what he did by the way — he just felt scared that he’d start to annoy you if he asked even one more question about what you’re up to and saw this as a last resort

- that day, he learned that you weren’t lying about your whereabouts at all. you were always with your friends and together, you’d go and explore the city, mess around at parks, and have sleepovers almost every day

- but, amongst your circle of friends, one boy in particular caught his eye

- the one and only marco diaz

- given his recent encounters with marco and him being one of the many reasons he and star didn’t work out, he was not very happy to see him

- tom could also tell that marco was someone quite close to you

- but nobody — not even marco — could possibly get in between your relationship, right?

- that is what he wanted to believe, oh so badly

- but seeing how you would just let marco take your arm and drag you around as you both laughed with one another, he couldn’t help but feel his heart break a little

- ever since that night, tom became much more clingy with you. you find he wraps his arm around you more often in public, he holds your hand much tighter, and constantly asks you questions like “isn’t this just the best?” “aren’t we having so much fun?” “we should do this more” and it’s literally the most simple date you’ve ever had

- and whenever you’re out hanging with your friends, his mind can only wander with thoughts of what you could be doing with marco. tom texts you frequently, wanting to know what “you and your friends are up to” (but he really only wants to know what you and marco are up to) and asking if you’re alright at all times

- he can’t help it, he just wants to be involved in your life as much as possible — even when you’re apart! he knows he shouldn’t be doubtful of your relationship, but he has yet to find the courage to tell you how he truly feels

a/n: thank you for requesting anon! I combined the other two requests that I am positive you also sent me asking for “clingy tom” + “tom feeling jealous s/o wasn’t giving him attention” hcs and put them with this request. I hope you don’t mind. enjoy!

© ts4ritsa (do not repost w/o credits)

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Jealousy Headcanons {K.GW & H.WJ}

Jealousy headcanons for Kim Geon-Woo and Hong Woo-Jin

Pairings: Kim Geon-Woo x Gn!Reader & Hong Woo-Jin x Gn!Reader

Requested By: Anonymous

Warnings: Nothing of note

Words: 610

Kim Geon-Woo

If Geon-Woo ever gets jealous its out of insecurity.

Even though he is an amazing boyfriend, he is always afraid he is not good enough for you.

In his eyes you deserve the world and more and sometimes he fears someone else can give it to you better than he can.

He does't fully realize that you think these things too.

If someone else is flirting with you, you can feel Geon-Woo's eyes on you at all times.

He is watching out of a mix of insecurity, and protectiveness.

Geon-Woo always feels a rush of relief and love when you excuse yourself from the conversation, set your eyes on him and they light up as you smile and make your way over to him.

This simple unconscious action at the sight of him reassures him more than you know.

When you can turn away from someone who is interested in you, and yet be more excited to see him, he knows you still only want him.

He get's pouty if someone has your attention for too long, or if someone asked for your number/we chat/etc.

You find it cute and tease him back about being jealous.

But you find ways in between to make sure he knows no one could ever replace him.

No one could ever mean as much to you as he does.

He does the same for you, though you don't have to worry because he can't even tell when someone is flirting with him in the first place.

And even if he does notice it, he does not acknowledge it and makes sure to bring you up in any situation.

Okay, this has nothing to do with jealousy, but I can't help but picture Geon-Woo being every boyfriend in those golden retriever bf tiktoks where he loses sight of you and looks worried, and then see's you again and his eyes light up as he grins. AHH

Hong Woo-Jin

Woojin is confident you would never flirt, cheat or even consider another man when you are together

His problem is with the ones that are flirting with you.

He finds a way to slide into the conversation, or just places his arm across your shoulder or waist.

The look he gives whoever is flirting with you, is almost always enough to make them back off.

You find this amusing and attractive.

The kind of situation Woojin actually get's jealous in is when you are spending time with other's more than him.

Going out with your friends or family? Why is he not invited??

Why did it take you so long to come back? He missed you?

Like a dog with separation issues lmao.

So, he only really get's jealous when others get to spend more time with you than he does.

Or if you experience something fun or exciting without him, he get's jealous in the sense that he wants to be the one to see you happy or excited in those moments.

If someone approaches you asking you for your contact info he does get annoyed, but he makes it cute.

He will act annoyed and pouty, until you playfully ask for forgiveness.

Or you must pay the price (i.e. hugs and/or kisses) until he feels better about it.

However, if someone flirts with him he teases you about it too.

"Did you see that?" "Are you jealous? Huh??"

He does not want you to be jealous, but he thinks it's cute when you are. And he knows it means you just love him.

But on a more serious side, he will never let you think he would leave you for anyone or anything.

xx

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[unluckiestmember]

I have seen some headcanons where S/O is jealous of Caitlyn when it comes to Vi. But can I have a reverse? What if Vi was jealous of Caitlyn when it comes to her S/O and she needs reassurance? Thank you!

Coming right up!

Jealous! Vi X Fem! Reader

Characters: Violet "Vi" and Caitlyn Kiramman

Tags: Established Relationship, Jealous!Vi, reassurance, low self esteem, doubts, jealousy and negative thoughts.

Warning: SFW

A/N: So. How about that Arcane Season Two release date window?

Vi and Caitlyn are best friends and partners who care about one another.

But whether she liked to admit it or not, there were some things that Caitlyn excelled in that Vi was sure she could never live up to.

She was rich. She had class. She was gorgeous, possessing perfect skin.

She was almost everything Vi could never be even if she wanted to.

So of course she would find herself growing jealous of the bond you and Caitlyn had.

She knows you’d never cheat on her and that you loved her, but the way you are around Caitlyn makes Vi ponder what if.

What if Caitlyn is the perfect girlfriend you deserve?

What if you two were meant to be?

Caitlyn makes you happy, right? And you two don’t argue or come to disagreements.

She’s understanding, unlike Vi, who knows how stubborn she can be.

No matter how Vi looks at it, Caitlyn was perfect for you.

This jealousy grew with time, causing her to let her anger out during practice.

And if it wasn’t in practice, she would become distant and “off” around you, which was concerning.

It had gotten to a boiling point when you found her after a mission with Caitlyn working out to the point where her knuckles were bleeding.

You asked why she had been so weird around you and pushing you away until she admitted quietly;

“I’m not good enough… I-... I’m not good enough for you. I’m a mess. And not in a sexy or hot way- I’m a literal mess… You don’t deserve a mess. You deserve someone perfect. Like Cupcake or those other fancy enforcers…”

It broke your heart hearing Vi, the one person you adored more than anything, feel like she was lesser than anyone else.

That’s why you immediately told her she was enough.

You were all you ever wanted.

Because you didn’t care about money or looks. You loved her for who she was deep down. She was the one who stole your heart and you’d let her do it all over again.

And if you have to tell her from that day forward every waking second how amazing Vi was, you would in a heartbeat.

Because Vi is everything you could ever want and more.

You love her so much. And she loved you. Flaws and all.

Arcane requests are open!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

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[peaxhxhair]

Hello 👋 Can I pls request dating and jealousy headcanons for Choi Mujin and Do Gangjae with a gn reader? Thank you ❤️

A/n: Heyy! Thanks so much for the request <3 Hope you enjoy!! :)

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~Choi Mujin

Has a photo of you in his wallet.

His name in your phone is something like “Mujin❤️”

Your name in his phone is your full name. (And probably where he met you). He forgets to change it.

His penthouse was really boring until you started sleeping over. Now it’s full of your stuff.

Pictures on the fridge. New mugs, blankets and pillows.

If you’re a collector, he’ll make room for your stuff - shelves, drawers, cabinets. Wherever you want to put your stuff.

He’s not usually one for PDA, but if someone’s flirting with you, suddenly he can’t get enough of it.

You have a hard time buying gifts for him, but he’ll be happy with whatever you give him. He’s just grateful for you.

He somehow always knows exactly what you want - even if you haven’t said anything.

Lets you tie his ties for him.

He can do it himself, he just likes being close to you.

Tries his best not to be jealous of people, but it happens often.

NOT good at telling you either. He’ll just stew silently, glaring.

His jealousy usually comes out when someone else puts their hands on you. Though it’s hard to tell whether he’s just protective or actually Jealous. It’s usually both.

Will resort to violence, even if you tell him not to.

Absolutely irrational when jealous.

A person touched your ass? Murder. Absolute Carnage.

You don’t have to reassure him that you love him, he knows. Though he does like hearing it.

If you’re younger than him, he gets jealous of the younger people you talk to.

Sometimes he thinks you’ll leave him for someone closer to your age.

You’ll reassure him with something silly like “well I’m into dilfs so…” or “I like old men, you’re fine” not older, old. It makes him laugh.

~Do Gangjae

Actually really insecure about your relationship.

He really thinks you’ll leave him with the first chance you get. Obviously that isn’t true though.

Gets jealous SO easily.

If you’re shopping together, he’ll get jealous of the staff that you speak to.

And If you’re into more than one gender, it’s 10x worse.

He’s definitely that partner that talks for you at a restaurant because he’s jealous of you talking to other people.

But if you scold him about it, he’ll stop.

Not good at apologizing for it, but he’ll try his best to show it.

You have to reassure him at least twice a day that you wouldn’t leave him for anyone else. That you could never love anyone else.

“that person was totally into you” “Baby, I promise that old lady was NOT into me”

Scary dog privileges, except he clings to you like a moth to a lamp.

Requires kisses 95% of the time.

Likes your fingers in his hair.

You take all of his shirts. It’s not like he wears them anyway.

Every time he comes home from work, you check him for wounds.

If he has any, you patch him up. He gushes at your kindness.

Obsessed with you.

If someone he kills has something you’d like, he’ll take it to give to you.

If you’re good at cooking, you’ll pack him lunch.

If you’re bad at cooking, he’ll eat your cooking regardless. He’s just happy because you made it.

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[leadpoisioning]

hello can you make a jealousy hcs with rowan? please :)

Hello!! I’ve never written anything in headcanon form before, so I hope I did it right 😭 I tried my best! <3

Rowan Laslow Jealousy HC’s

SFW Headcanons, NSFW below the cut

-This boy gets too jealous for his own good honestly.

-He was an outcast in a school full of them, so of course he got a little upset when he’d find you talking to one of his peers instead of him.

-He sees you talking with Xavier for a little too long for his liking? His mood instantly turns sour until you pay him some attention.

-He knew how Xavier was with women anyway, tortured artists weren’t that great to be around.

-He could find one reason about everyone that’d make you stop talking to them. But he wouldn’t do that to you.

-That’s when Xavier lightly taps your shoulder as the two of you share a laugh.

-Sometimes Rowan gets so ticked off he needs a spritz from his inhaler. Like now.

-When you do end your conversation and step over to him, he’s obviously pouting.

-You take notice and try to cheer him up with a hug, unaware of the dirty look and rock he sends Xavier’s way.

-Xavier trips over it and Rowan hides his laugh with another inhaler spritz.

-This was a rather tame interaction, it gets worse off campus.

-Sometimes you drag Rowan into Jericho for some coffee, he moans and groans- only because he’d rather make you some coffee in the safety of a dorm, where he didn’t have to share you with other peoples gazes.

-Usually, no one bothers you but today some normies from the high school decided to pay their barista friend a visit.

-You ignore their teases and continue talking with Rowan about a class.

-They sit down for minute, but ultimately decide to go do something else. One stays behind for a moment and then sets a napkin down in front of you on his way out.

-You read it and roll your eyes, stuffing it into your empty to-go cup and throw it away.

-This time you notice Rowan’s scowl and figure it’s time to go back on campus for a cuddle.

-Rowan slams the door behind the boy, making everyone glare at him.

-These aforementioned cuddles always cheer him up and relieve his jealousies until the next ones arise.

-He clings to your waist and lays his head on your lower stomach while your legs drape across his back.

NSFW

-“You okay now, baby?” You’d ask, running your hands through his hair.

-He mumbles something incoherent.

-“You’re gonna have to speak up, babe.”

-“Who do you belong to?” His head rises, gazing at you seductively.

-You bite your lip and decide to tease him a bit.

-“I’m not sure I follow, Ro-Ro.”

-He climbs up to straddle your waist, his arms finding their place on either side of his head.

-He leans his head down to your ear.

-“I asked, who do you belong to?”

-“Still don’t remember, maybe you need to jog my memory?”

-He smirks, beginning to kiss you roughly.

-He teases you, knee coming between your legs.

-“Wanna answer my question now, baby?”

-Deciding to finally give in, you whimper.

-“I’m all yours, Rowan.” He kisses you, quickly unbuttoning your pants.

-“Fuck baby, please.” You whine, watching as he takes himself into his hand.

-“Say it one more time for me.” He edges your cunt.

-“I’m yours Rowan, no one else’s.” You assure, moaning loudly as he pushes into you.

-He brings one of your legs onto his shoulder, hitting deeper into you.

-Your moans spur him on until he can’t take it anymore, he holds out until you moan something that makes his heart explode.

-“Rowan please! Fuck, fill me up, please. Mark me as yours.” He scrambles for his inhaler and takes a spritz as he cums. You squeeze around him and release on his cock.

-He kisses you softly, staying inside of you.

-“You’re mine.” He sighs, lowering your leg.

-“All yours.”

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[riddle-me-ri]

If you're taking requests is like to requests the riddlers with jealousy scenarios! Thank you

A/N: as much as I don’t like ACTUAL jealousy and try to refrain from jealous tendencies I find in myself…jealousy scenarios are kinda fun to write for rip…is that bad? I feel like that’s bad lmao. Sorry that if some if not most of these tend to repeat the same scenarios (co-worker, waiter, colleague, they’re just such good set-ups asdfgh)

Jealousy Scenarios with The Riddlers:

Arkhamverse Riddler:

Edward was absolutely furious. Why would you ever even begin to comprehend such a thing? Surely, you had to be smarter than this. You knew better than this? From all your time privileged in his presence…

“You would rather be a trembling brain-dead guinea pig than being a productive and useful assistant in a very intellectually stimulating environment mind you!”

“Ed. I just said Jonathan stopped by asking for you…”

“But you let him into my work space!” 

“Upstairs is the living area, not your work space here in the basement or your tracks in the sewers. And his leg was giving him issues, so I let him rest.” 

“Oh please! Our dear, ex-professor has many issues, but that leg isn’t one of them. He moves better with it than when he was in perfect health!” 

“If you’re jealous of another man being alone with me can just say that you’re not comfortable.” 

Edward groaned in frustration. “I’m not jealous of that walking tarp of burlap!” 

You shrugged, but patted Ed’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “Sure, sweetie.”

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler:

“Wow, he is something, isn’t he?” You remarked at the TV. 

As much as he admired the vigilante another part of him couldn’t stand him.

Ed really should have seen this coming. How could you not be absolutely smitten? He was everything he wish he had an iota of. 

Batman is intelligent, strong, fast, and assertive…

Meanwhile, Edward Nashton is just dull, awkward, quiet, and weird…what the hell did you see in him anyway? 

“Eddie? Everything okay?” 

Your sweet voice knocked him out of his reverie. He was back on the couch with you, watching the news of the Batman’s latest escapades. 

“Oh…uh…y-yeah I’m fine..” 

You quirked your eyebrow, not sure if you were going to accept that answer. 

“He is incredible…” Ed commented as he turned his attention back to the screen of Batman narrowly escaping a gang of thugs in a high speed chase on the highway.

Oh, that’s what it was. For all the admiration one can have for another, there’s still that habit of comparison mentor to mentee. 

“Yeah, he’s all right. But I bet he’s an absolute stick in the mud and not nearly as intelligent as a certain handsome fellow I know.” You scooted closer to Edward on the couch and even sold the comment with an actual nudge into his side. 

Edward noticed you got closer and was confused when you nudged him. Then he took in what you said. He lifted his head up a little with a soft smile on his face. 

“You…you prefer me to Batman?” “I prefer you over everyone and anyone else, Eddie. If I had a choice, it will always be you.”

Gotham Riddler:

The GCPD was full of eligible bachelors. Mostly guys just looking for a good time or friends with benefits. 

You were too good for them, all of them really. Even too good for Edward. Yet he was able to woo you somehow. Despite the two of you being in a very obvious relationship, with approval from Gordon, Lee, even Bullock…it didn’t stop some officers from trying to disrupt what you two had. 

Edward was coming up to your office to take you out to lunch. However, he was surprised to see an overwhelming sight. 

Flowers, cards, letters were strewn all over your desk and overflowing to your floor. 

You looked up at him. Your eyes wide and your skin pale, like you had seen a ghost. 

“E-Eddie…I…I wish I could explain but...I have no idea…w-who these are from? Or w-w-what’s going on?” You looked around looking for any sort of indicator of who sent the gifts. 

Edward’s fists clenched, a snarl growing on his face. He stood there still as a rock, trying to keep his innate reaction to just run amok in the GCPD to find the culprit in tact. 

You noticed Ed was quiet for a long time. You noticed his tense expression and his thousand yard stare into the floor. 

“Y-You…you don’t…like them..do you?” Ed regretted asking it as soon as he grumbled it out through barred teeth. 

You sighed, sympathetically. Walking around the baskets and bouquets and made your way to him. 

“I would have adored them if they were from you, but they’re not. So as far as I’m concerned, these flowers can be re-sent to someone else or tossed. And the cards can go straight into the disposal…you don’t need to be jealous, sweetheart.” You gave him a reassuring kiss on the cheek. 

You smiled as you saw the tension all throughout his body slowly melt away from the kiss. 

Then, as if a lightbulb went off, Edward’s eyes widened in revelation. 

“W-Wait, before you throw anything away!” Edward went to your desk and gathered some of the cards and the bouquet. “While I still have my gloves on anyway…”

“What’re you doing?” 

“...gonna search for prints…” he mumbled quickly, so when you made out what he said he was already too far gone to catch back up with him.

BTAS Riddler:

Something was off with Eddie tonight. However, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. 

“Eddie…you’ve been awfully quiet tonight…you know how much I love hearing your voice.” Which wasn’t an exaggeration either, and you did miss speaking to him. 

You saw him slightly shuffle his weight on the opposite end of the couch. 

“I’m fine…” 

“Eddie…I know when you’re not fine, sweetie. Please talk to me…” You fluttered your eyelashes at him, and poked out your bottom lip for good measure. 

Edward groaned in defeat. “I hate it when you do that…it’s too effective.”

“That’s why I do it.” You grinned. 

“I just can’t understand how oblivious you are, darling…you clearly couldn’t tell he was…was…”

“He who? Jervis?” 

Edward growled. “Yes…Jervis…”

“Eddie, he was just being polite!” 

“He didn’t have to kiss your hand.” He grumbled, crossing his arms defensively. 

“Aww, Eddie,” you scooted closer to his side of the couch. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his side. 

“You don’t ever had to be jealous, darling. I will always love and adore you, no matter what…you know that.” You looked up at him, smiling reassuringly at him. 

He stole a glance into your eyes, and sighed. Edward knew it was ridiculous, but he couldn’t help it. He wrapped an arm around you and began rubbing your back. 

“I-I know…still doesn’t mean I have to like it though…” 

You snickered into his side as he chuckled along with you.

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

“You don’t need to be jealous, Eddie…”

Edward scoffed. “Jealous? Please, I’m not jealous of anyone.”

“So you just threatened my date with a bomb sent to his work place…for funsies?” 

Ed shrugged. “It’s been dull here, lately…and I haven’t been a public menace in a minute.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Well, I’m not stopping you, so stop keeping me from having a dating life!” 

“You don’t need to date anybody…” He grumbled under his breath. 

“Ed, you’re the one that said we weren’t-”

“I’m not going back on my word…I just…” He shrugged. 

“You just want me to focus on you, you needy bastard…”

He put his hand up with his index finger pointed out. “Ah, ah, that’s Mr. Needy Bastard to you…”

“Uh huh, sure…needy jealous bastard…” You smirked as you walked off. 

“I. Am. Not. Jealous! I’m the Riddler! I’m not jealous of anyone! If anything they’re all envious of me.”

“Did you choose to wear green cause you’re just knee deep in envy?” 

“I’m redirecting the bomb. It’s now going to your workplace.”

Twojar Riddler:

“Edward! Ed! Slow down!” You were running to catch up with him as he dragged you by the wrist back to the car parked along the sidewalk. 

He let out a frustrated sigh and let go of your wrist. Edward continued his steady pace as he rounded the car to go to the driver’s seat. You still stood there; confused and somewhat shaken from the sudden action. 

“Can you please get in the car?”

You walked up to the open window and leaned your head in. “Not until you explain what the hell is going on?” 

Ed grumbled. “I just want to go back home–”

“Was it that waiter?” Earlier in the evening a waiter made a couple passes at you while Edward was in the restroom and he walked in on the waiter trying to get your number.

Silence. Edward crossed his arms and sunk in the driver’s seat. 

“Oh my God, Ed…”

Edward rolled his eyes. “Will you, please just get in the car?”

Gotham City Sirens Riddler:

“Oh, hey there, Mr. Nygma. This is Mr. Sale, he called earlier about–” 

Edward barely heard what you said, his brain was too busy taking in the sights of the scene before him. You were sitting, slightly propped up on the edge of your desk. While the presumed, “Mr. Sale” was standing before you mere inches away. Your cheeks were flushed red possibly from laughing and whatever words were just transpired. 

Mr. Sale backed away and walked over to end, holding out his hand for a handshake. “Mr. Nygma! Such a pleasure to meet you!”

It took everything in Edward not to grimace outwardly. He could read this man like an open book. Rental three piece suit. Over-priced cologne. A faint oval outline where the skin was paler around his left ring finger. 

Armed with this, Edward knew his next plan of action. “Ah, well…I wish I could say the same for you, Mr. Sale. But I’m afraid I’m far too busy for your case.” 

Flabbergasted, Sale was gaping his mouth like a fish out of water. “B-B-But, you, you haven’t even heard my case! You can’t just–”

“Oh, but I can…privileges of owning a private firm. And I’m not about to waste my or my assistant’s time…running in circles…because you want to frame your wife of cheating to cover up your own infidelity.” 

“Oh, I can assure you, I’m not wasting your assistant’s time.” Sale stole a glance at you and winked. 

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave, Mr. Sale. Have a good day or not, I don’t care.” 

Sale was about to say something in defense, but growled in frustration instead and took off. He left the office with the slam of the door. 

You came up behind Ed and embraced him from behind. “You’re sexy when you’re jealous.” 

“Oh, please…I wasn’t jealous.”

You squeezed him a little tighter, giggling softly. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Telltale Riddler:

“What are you staring at?” Ed asked. 

“Huh?” You were knocked out of your reverie with his question. You were looking out the window of your shared apartment. 

“You’ve been daydreaming out of that window for almost half an hour.” 

“Oh, uh, just people watching.” 

Edward looked up from his desk to you. He let out a frustrated sigh when he said, “hm, you could be more productive by assisting me…”

You turned to look at the man; annoyed and confused. “You just told me not to bother you, Ed.” 

“Annoying me and assisting me are two different things. Or you can go and people watch outside…and see what all the troubled idiotic youth is up to.”

Oh…poor Edward. No matter how many times he tried to shield it or ignore it. His age…the age gap between you two was something he was always weary of. 

You shook your head, scoffing in disappointment. You got up from your seat and walked over to his desk. 

“Nah, I’d rather not lose the brain cells, so whatcha working on Eddie?” 

Edward was surprised to see you come to his desk. He was almost certain you were going to walk out the door. 

“Well…for starters…ugh…could you please not sit on the desk! There’s a spare chair over in the corner!” 

You chuckled softly. “Yes sir, on it!”

Young Justice Riddler:

Who was he kidding, he didn’t stand a chance with you to begin with…

No matter how many times you genuinely checked in on him, kept him company, and included him where you could. All those open opportunities that were the building blocks to Eddie’s confidence in a relationship with you was completely knocked down before the foundation could even settle in. Thanks to this new Light recruit you were training. 

“Hey, Eddie!” You called out to him. You ran down the corridor to catch up to him.

“Why such a long face? I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you lately, things have been crazy!” You chuckled nervously. 

“Oh, uh…no worries. I-I get it..” 

“Hey, let me make it up to you! There’s this new place downtown that just opened. Wanna hang out and grab a bite there?” You offered. 

You did feel bad about leaving Eddie in the dark. Despite the increase in the Light’s numbers, training the newbies was taking up a lot of whatever free time you had. You missed talking to Edward, you could actually be yourself around him and not have a care in the world. Plus he was too damn cute for words. 

“Uuhh…umm but what about that newbie? D-Don’t you have plans with them?” Edward asked before he really had a chance to stop himself. 

You grabbed his shoulder to stop him from walking as you turned him around to face you. “Eddie...what’re you talking about?” 

“I-I-I didn’t mean to assume something…I-I-I just noticed that you-you were spe-spending a l-lot of time with th-them and the-they seem to like you..a lot..” 

You put your fingertips up to his lips to seize his nervous panicked rambling. 

“Eddie…” You sighed. “I’m just training them. Yeah, they flirt, but I rebuke them. There’s nothing going on outside of training.” 

“Really?” He mumbled behind your fingers. 

You chuckled. “Yes, really. Besides, I’m interested in someone else. I have been for awhile actually.” You slowly removed your fingers from his lips. 

“W-Wait, really? Uh...who?”

Your eyes widened when you realized he really didn’t get it. Bless him, this absolute dork. 

“It’s you, Eddie.” You stated, figuring bluntness was the way to go as you sealed the confession by taking your hand in his.

You felt his hand slightly tighten around yours. “Wa-really?” He almost squealed. 

You did everything you could to not bust out laughing. You shook you head, trying to shake the giggles. “Yes, you. Now, about our first date…”

Hush (DCAU) Riddler:

Needless to say, Edward was jealous of everyone. He would never admit it, but he was. Secretly, seething, he despised most everyone. Especially those that had things he didn’t. Strength, power, influence, perfect health. Perfect health…

“Hey, Eddie!” You came through the door, dropping your belongings and stepping out of your work shoes. 

He didn’t deserve you he really didn’t. He wouldn’t blame you if you dropped him and left him for your co-worker at work that obviously has the hots for you. Of course you were too kind and rather oblivious to see that, but he adored you for that all the same. 

“Hey sweetie,” he greeted back half-heartedly. “How was your day?” 

“Oh, same old same old. Although, something weird happened, you know that co-worker I told you about? Scott? The one that’s been super friendly?” 

Through gritted teeth, Edward nodded. “Y-Yeah, I do…what about him?” 

“He asked me out to dinner tonight, it was so random…I thought he was just being friendly…to be friends.” You shrugged as you plopped beside Edward on the couch. 

Edward could feel his fist slightly clench in frustration. 

“Y-You said no…though right?” 

“Edward!” You practically squealed in disbelief. “Of course I told him no! I have you! I’d never do such a thing.”

“I-I know…I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, that wasn’t right of me to ask…” He sighed in defeat. “I…I haven’t been in the best mindset as of late.”

You nodded. “It���s okay, when you’re ready we can talk about it. But for all the questions and riddles in this world, don’t you dare question my feelings for you…okay?” 

You leaned your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arm around his waist and embraced him in a side hug. 

“Okay, sweetie. I won’t, I promise.”

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[smartycvnt]

heel!becky when shes jealous headcannons?

Becky is not used to someone else having your attention and gets jealous very easily.

She tends to get confrontational with whoever she thinks is flirting with you

Sometimes she'll get a little confrontational with you as well, but usually she just keeps her distance

Becky tries to avoid fights since both of you tend to say really mean things during them

Eventually even if you guys do fight, she'll be sure to try and make it up to you since she almost always starts the fights in the first place

#wwe x reader #wwe #becky lynch x reader #becky lynch #headcanons #jealousy headcanons

[fr-ogii]

how the main trio deals with jealousy ::

masterlist

todoroki shoto -> the same way he deals with any other emotion; he just keeps it inside him. depending on what the situation is. if it’s a person that’s throwing themselves on you, he’ll glare and step in to stop them from disrespecting your space like that.

midoriya izuku -> he’ll suffer silently. his true feelings will be obvious enough to you - because you’ve become attuned to noticing his cues - but the average person wouldn’t be able to tell. try to help him out and get you and him out of that situation. try to reassure him that you’re his and no one’s going to steal you away from him. he’s definitely insecure about that.

bakugo katsuki -> he doesn’t. he won’t even try to either. if his reaction will put the other person in their place, he’ll react without hesitation. maybe he’ll resort to violence (almost guaranteed he will) or maybe he’ll just leave it to threats.

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[sleepingdeath-sapphic]

HIHI may I req jealousy headcanons for anne boonchuy? for before and during the relationship, like someone else is blatantly after her girl lol

jealousy hcs ; amphibia

thank you for requesting anon <3

this includes anne boonchuy <3

reader is assumed as female <3

my account is 16+, please interact accordingly <3

-> before becoming official

anne is far from someone who excels at being subtle about her feelings — nor is she someone who deals with negative emotions particularly well

it’s honestly fifty/fifty whether she’ll take herself out of the situation and deal with her envy alone or forcefully insert herself into it and try to scare the other person away

you’re not hers — she knows this and hates it — but that doesn’t mean she’s gonna let someone treat you like a piece of meat

in her eyes you’re something more precious and she’s incredibly protective over you

and you may be able to brush off her avoiding eye contact with you and her shouting and screaming at the person flirting with you as just being a protective friend, but this was definitely the kick in the behind anne needed to get over herself and confess to you

-> during the relationship

once you’re in a relationship you’ll be hard pressed to find a time where anne isn’t clinging to you and being sickeningly affectionate in word and action

so the other person wouldn’t not know that you were taken when they approached you and that, to anne, is much more grievous an offence

she’d probably be shocked by the sheer audacity of whoever decided to try and flirt with her girl before she picked her jaw off of the floor and went off on them

she’s insulting them in every way she can as loudly and sarcastically as she can whilst pulling you into her side and looking between you and them — asking for your agreement and making you laugh whenever she can

they’re getting absolutely and thoroughly berated in thai and english and every other language she’s learned

she’s getting super handsy with you and will end the encounter with a particularly cruel and pointed insult to their person before regaining her composure, pulling you into a quick-yet-passionate kiss, and linking your hands and walking away asking you something along the lines of “what d’ya wanna do today, baby?”

expect a distinct increase in the amount of sickeningly sweet and over-the-top pet-names she’ll use for you in public

baby, angel, sweetie, sugar, honey, babe, darling — in english

tîi rák, khon dii, wǎan jai — in thai

make no mistake, however, anne does still bottle up a great deal of her negative emotions regarding your relationship and does tend to use anger and sarcasm as something as a mask

she’d be feeling decently insecure at the idea that someone could and would so easily undermine your relationship — so make sure to pamper and reassure her that you’re her partner, that you love her and that you won’t leave her for anyone or anything

#sleepingdeath sapphic #sleepingdeath #amphibia x reader #anne boonchuy x reader #female reader #jealousy headcanons #amphibia #anne boonchuy

[shaylixie]

Just wrote some headcanons about Eminem & I'm so not happy about it but I can't think how to improve it bc writing hasn't been coming to me as naturally as before :( Sigh. Should I post it anyway?

#shay's words #jealousy headcanons

[selineram3421]

здраствуйте можно сделать реакцию на ревность аластора

Translated:

Hi, can I get a reaction to Alastor's jealousy?

Yes.

Jealousy Headcanons

Alastor X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ platonic to romantic, violence, all caps in bold italics = SOUND EFFECTS, implied torture/murder, gore? eyeballs, possessive? Alastor wants all of your attention ⚠

Alastor has never felt jealous! How absurd of you to think that! Hahaha! Ha... Who is that demon taking up your attention?

He always had your attention.

You could be talking to the Princess but still focus on him.

Hell, you could be checking in a guest and still keep up with his tale of the day.

But now it was quite odd.

There was a demon coming by the hotel, not to see if they were interested in the cause but to use up his friend's precious time.

Even now the beastly thing walked up to the check in counter and started up a conversation with you.

He watched from the bar.

"Hey! I see its dead as ever in here.", the dragon demon grinned as they leaned on the counter.

"Not true~", you had replied. "I checked in four new guests!"

Yes, you had a knack of persuasion. Able to convince many to do almost anything. Sometimes even him.

"Oh yeah? How many sinners walked in?", the scaled creature leaned close.

Far too close for his liking.

"I just told you how many.", you replied and placed a finger on the dragon's snout, pushing them back as well. "Personal space."

He didn't like this demon.

Everything about them set something off. Their manners, their way of speaking, the way they move-

"Oh come on, I don't bite sugar cake~", the beast took your hand and kissed their way up to your elbow.

The way they t̵̬̥̻͂̿̈́ȏ̴̒͠u̸c̷̈́̊̆́̓͘h̷e̴̖̖͒̓͂͋̎ḑ̴̣̋͜ you.

"Nope!", you yanked your arm away and held it close. "None of that.", you laughed nervously with an uncomfortable smile.

It looked wrong. Your smile should be a happy one.

"I said I don't bite!", they laughed and tried to grab at your arm again. "You know I'm messing! When's your break?", they leaned over the counter, still trying to get at something to pull you closer. "I know a good bar to go to, or we can go to the club! I'd like to see your ass in something a little less-"

"Ew, no.", you rejected and backed away.

"Come on!", they started to climb on the counter. "Its just one time! I'll even help you get in and out of your clothes.", they grabbed onto your sleeve.

That's ENOUGH!

He quickly shadow traveled and snatched the wrist of the dragon.

"I believe they said no."

The beast growled with a sneer before looking at him, freezing up once realizing who had their wrist.

"I was just joking man. Haha..", the dragon looked between him and you. "I understand! I'll back away. The slut is yours."

"Excuse me!?", you said angrily.

His antlers grew, the low static that hummed now raising up in volume.

"₵₳ⱤɆ ₮Ø ⱤɆ₱Ɇ₳₮ ₮Ⱨ₳₮?"

"The slut-"

SNAP

He held the demon's snout shut as they screamed and cried over their broken wrist.

"Now, there is a no killing rule in the hotel.", he said and then grinned menacingly. "But that doesn't apply outside."

His smile widened after seeing the panic in their eyes.

"Dear.", he turned to face you. "Has this guest overstayed their welcome?"

You stared at the beast with such a terrifyingly hateful glare.

"Yes they have.", you replied, crossing your arms. "I'd like to keep a souvenir, for memories."

And then you gave him that lovely smile.

"Alastor, do you think you could get me a dragon eye or two? I hear they make nice details to things."

"I'll make sure to get them.", he released the demon, only for his tendrils to take hold of them. "I won't be long.", he reassured, lifting up your hand to kiss the back of it.

He saw you blush before he 'escorted' the demon outside.

After finishing up (and calling Niffty to clean up), he returned with two freshly picked dragon eyes.

You thanked him with an odd little gleam in your eyes. No doubt your mind jumping idea to idea of what you could create with them.

Now with the pest gone, he would have your attention again.

Just like he wanted

"Thank you Alastor. I'll be able to make something interesting with these."

"I can't wait to see what you make this time."

Perhaps he'll ask you that question sooner than later.

Of course he has to prepare everything to properly court you.

I am using a website to translate requests. Please let me know if I have translated anything wrong.

~Seline, the person.

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Headcanons: Jealousy (Lou Ransone)

Headcanons: How Lou Ransone acts when he is jealous

Pairing: Lou Ransone x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @will-grammer

Warnings: Mentions of jealousy obviously, and a few suggestive headcanons

Pre-Relationship:

Before you and Lou were dating, he could keep his feelings under wraps, until it came to others showing interest in you.

He could never help the jealousy that would bubble up when others showed interest in you, and God forbid you showed an interest in someone else

When he spots someone flirting with you, he feels his chest tighten and his jaw clench.

He watches closely to make sure they don't make any unwanted advances.

He also also watches with a mild fear that you might flirt back, or show interest in return.

Lou gets a bit short tempered with others when you are partnered or working with someone who clearly has an interest in you.

If he notices a moment of opportunity, he will insert himself into the situation, hoping to make the other person back off. Or at least stop their advances momentarily.

He is a bit intimidating so it usually works.

Lou is also very good at silently and subtly telling people to back off with a single look, or a certain tone in his voice.

Sometimes, when the two of you are alone, he often tries to subtly being that person up, to see if you are interested in them.

He is always very relieved when you seem to have no interest in them, and it makes him even more hopeful.

You aren't blind, so you start to pick up on all of this. The way his demeanor seems to change when others flirt or show interest.

The way he always seems to appear at the perfect moment to interrupt someone before they ask you out.

This ends up being the reason you realize he might share the feelings you've been hiding yourself.

Established Relationship:

Not much changes with Lou's jealousy when you two are in a relationship, except when someone who knows you two are together starts to flirt with you.

This makes him angry, and is insulting in its own right.

There is no mistrust between the two of you, but he gets annoyed at those who flirt with you, because it is usually a challenge to Lou himself.

He is quite good with petty and sarcastic comments, and often knows right where to hit those who flirt with you on purpose, just enough to make them regret it.

Something you began to notice during your relationship with Lou, is that when he gets jealous. Whether it be when strangers show interest, or you are under cover and have to flirt back. It seems to...fluster, Lou in a particular way.

He is not possessive in a domineering way, he would never treat you like you belong to him.

But when he gets frustrated with others acting like you would even think of being with them instead, it seem to awaken something in him.

So sometimes, sometimes, when you are undercover, flirting with a suspect or mark, you might make specific comments that would make Lou a bit hot under the collar.

He knows you are doing it on purpose, and he knows why. And he would be lying if he said he did not like it at least a bit.

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Hello! Could you please write a stubborn, jealous hc for Miguel o'hara? Thank you!!

I had the brainworms, so I hope this is what you were looking for! Thanks for the ask <3

Jealous!Miguel O'Hara Headcanons

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

pairing: jealous!Miguel O'Hara x reader

summary: stubborn HCs for jealous!Miguel O'Hara. 

a/n: this was meant to be a drabble and i basically wrote a full fic. i have zero self control lmfao

warnings: smut (fingering, f receiving oral, slight brat taming, etc) right at the very end, 18+ from then onwards, the rest is more pg-13

wc: 3.5k ish

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Long story short: he's a stubborn little shit.

Pig-headed as fuck and it shows up in little things. 

Let's say you first met as coworkers, and you were a lab technician at Alchemax. 

Think: unstoppable force meets immovable object. He likes his labs just so, with very specific equipment in a very specific configuration. 

It drives you crazy, regularly having tiffs outside the labs; much to the chagrin of your coworkers. 

"Jesus." Your coworker mutters, wincing at the seemingly heated argument by the water cooler. 

"Ignore it, Maeve." Another coworker rolls their eyes, nudging Mave with a snort. "They're at it again . S'pose they'll tire each other out by the end of the day."

Not that they were wrong. But this time, it wasn't your fault: dealing with O'Hara's bullshit had really taken it's toll. He was insufferable, prone to nitpicking and just plain mean. You could hardly be blamed if you gave him some of your own choice words. 

"My notes were basically paint-by-fucking-numbers!  How could you mess up a simple distillation? When I specify precision glassware , you don't think that's fucking important?" 

"Your notes ," You draw air quotes pointedly at him. "-are illegible, you fucking cretin! Maybe if you didn't write like a goddamn pre-schooler-"

"- preschooler? Oh , fuck you!" 

"Get your nose out of that highschool Chem textbook, O'Hara, this is a fucking job."

"Yeah? Stop using it to wipe your ass and you might learn a thing or two."

"Oh , so that's what we're doing?" You laugh in his face, so angry your hand curls into tight fists. You get close, staring him down as you look upwards through your lashes. His own face is contorted into a grimace; bushy eyebrows furrowed into deep shadows around his eyes. You can feel his steady breathing before he speaks, low and rumbling. 

"I could do this all day, princesa. " 

You scoff, ignoring the way his words weaken your knees. The one time you asked for a break during a long lab and he won't stop calling you a spoilt princess. His laughter then stings in your ears now, the ghost of a smirk on his face as you storm off. Miguel O'Hara: smug bastard. He would be the death of you, you're sure. 

~~~

You spend many a late night with him, unwittingly, and find out he's more than a stubborn little shit. 

You find out he's funny, and shares the same anti-Alchemax tendencies you do: both preyed upon by the company immediately after graduation, young and naive. 

He's kind, even though he'd never admit it, often finishing up the lab notes and doing more than his fair share of work so you can go home at a reasonable time. 

You both still butt heads, but it turns into a tentative friendship - coffees in the morning hidden as blaise convenience, covering for each other at work, and defending the other when office gossip goes too far. 

That's why when he comes back to work after a week-long stint away - something about a blow up with the boss, an issue described as 'miscommunication, promptly smoothed over' by anyone official - you notice… something's different about him. 

You first noticed something was off when he walked in without a snide remark. You left a mug overnight at the counter, something that would usually draw a sarcastic comment at the least , but he gives you… nothing. Blank, glassy eyes as he opens up his workstation - clicking away at the keys without so much as a glance.

"O'Hara?" You call, but he doesn't even look up. You walk to his workstation and knock at the desk. He jumps. God, he looks worse for the wear. Heavy bags under his eyes and a bruise blossoming under his collar. 

"You okay?" 

He rubs his temples, eyes flitting up at you.  "Yeah, just…. just a long week, s'all." 

You put a hand on his shoulder, and you swear he leans into your touch. "We can reschedule, tonight. The calculations can wait, Miguel."

He gives you a weak smile, but a smile nevertheless. "S'okay. Need to make sure you don't fuck it up."

"Don't push your luck, O'Hara."

~~~

As you get closer, you notice just how stubborn he is to admit the growing tension between you two. 

Late nights at the lab turn into takeout at your place, morning coffee turns into a pleasant 20 minutes on the rooftop away from the hustle and bustle - just you and Miguel, talking and joking with a cup of shitty coffee in hand. 

Wholly, he seems more assertive at work, not as quick to roll over. 

It's hot, you have to admit; watching him fight with someone else other than you. 

You're at work drinks with the other technicians and engineers, nursing a watery beer when another colleague makes small talk with you at the bar.

You’ve never been that close to him, and the conversation is amicable enough, but you’re almost bowled over when you see Miguel, in the corner, staring straight at you with a stormy look.

You suppose it's a little pathetic, getting all dressed up for a casual drink. Lips shiny with gloss and gently powdered with makeup, you feel a little out of place. For all your talk at work, actually being here was another thing. Suddenly, your blouse is too tight and your skirt too short. With a manicured finger, you trace the lip of your glass filled with watery beer. You sigh. You don't want to admit it, but you were only here because of Miguel. He said he would come, and now you're sitting on a barstool counting the chips in your glass. 

It was probably for the best. You sink into the absentminded chatter of your colleagues around you, until there's a tap at your shoulder. 

"Is someone-" He clears his throat; a tall man dressed in a sharp suit nodding gracefully towards the empty chair. "-is this seat taken?" 

You shake your head, grateful for the company. He's handsome, sharp features curving into a wry grin as he calls for a drink. 

"...and something other than shitty beer for the pretty girl, too." It makes you laugh, light and lilting in the bustle of the bar. 

He stretches out his hand, and you take it. 

"Eddie Crouch. I work in marketing."

Eddie…. as in… head of the most profitable division of Alchemax? Your eyes widen involuntarily and you try to clamp down your immediate shock, somewhat unsuccessfully. He narrows his eyes as you tumble over your words. 

"Y-Yeah, same! I mean, not same , I just work in the l-labs and I thought it was just for us guys, working behind the curtain, y'know? Not that we're not thrilled to have you here, because we a-are." You spill out, wincing. "....Is this about the performance reviews? Because I know output was down this quarter but our projections are-"

"I'm not here to talk about work." He chuckles. You squint, not convinced. As if to alleviate your concerns, he loosens his tie and undoes his top buttons with a flourish. 

"Can I tell you a secret?" He leans in, and the air becomes thick with expensive perfume. He twirls the signet ring on his finger, a ring probably worth more than your monthly paycheck. 

"Your boss invited me," Discreetly, he stretches a finger at your boss; a man ruddy cheeked and red-faced with alcohol. "Guess he thought it would boost morale. He's a fucking idiot if he thinks having me, the one guy that could fire your entire department without recourse, exchange empty platitudes would boost morale. But, I digress. So here I am, dragging my feet to this bar, thinking I'm gonna get in, read the lines and get out. But then, " He pauses with dramatic effect. "I see the most beautiful person I've ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on, just sitting by the bar. Like everyone isn't already falling over themselves to talk to you."

The irony is palpable. It's sickly sweet, and a line that wouldn't usually work on you. But usually, you weren't pining over a man so prickly and stubborn, you shouldn't have feelings for. Here you were, bright cocktail in front of you and a moderately attractive man by your side. He wasn't quite Miguel, but in the words of one of the greatest thinkers of the past age: country girls make do. 

And so you make lazy conversation with the man. So lost in a tipsy haze, you barely notice Miguel walk in; dark jacket on his shoulders and deliciously loose slacks. You're drawn to him, his eyes seemingly searching the room, and you sigh into your drink. Technically, he looks like shit: eyes dark-rimmed and sunken, a cut at his brow. You think he is gorgeous, eyes tracing the slope of his nose and plush lips. Like he can sense it, he glances over in your direction and you look away hastily. He's watching , you can feel its burn as you turn, pretending to listen to the man besides you. A little cruelly, you lean into him, not breaking eye contact and curling a hand around his arm to laugh at a stupid joke. Eddie laughs with you, oblivious, as you glance behind him. 

Miguel stands with a drink thrust into his hands, looking straight through him, eyes low and gazing at you. 

~~~

He insists on walking you home, a steady hand on the small of your back as you stumble through the streets of Nueva York.

You make light conversation, tipsy and giggly from the alcohol. Miguel seems a little more put together, but his chest still creaks with rumbling laughter.

He definitely walks on the side of the pavement nearest the street, because he thinks it keeps you safer. 

He walks you up the stairs and by the door of your apartment, like a gentleman. You watch him get nervous suddenly, and he hesitates, stubbornly digging in his heels and pausing you from opening the door and coming in. 

You don't want it to end, opting to take the walk up the stairs as opposed to the lift. It's one of your more questionable decisions as you stumble up the stairs, almost tripping over your own feet. Miguel is quick to catch you even though he was just as drunk. Arm around your waist, he leaves searing touches to your hip. You giggle despite yourself, and he can't help but smile at your clumsiness. 

"If you break your legs I won't carry you, princesa ." A lie and you both know it. He would carry you to the ends of the earth like a blushing bride, if you asked him. 

You both stagger to up the stairs and through the corridor until you reach your front door. You rummage around your bag for your keycard, it's contents click-clacking in the quiet of the hallway. Miguel watches, quieter than he was in the journey. If you looked up now, you would see something else behind his eyes - a storm of apprehension and tension. 

You find your keycard, and look up to find Miguel placing a careful palm on the door. He's surprisingly still, eyes on your lips as he steps closer. You look everywhere but to meet his eyes, tracing the curve of his collarbone, the slope of his exposed forearm, and the tempting juncture of his strong jaw. You watch it tense, as he brings a gentle hand to your chin. His thumb swipes over the fat of your lip. 

"Got somethin' right… there." He mumbles, before tucking his hand away. You can barely breathe. Without thinking you take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together like a gentle hug. You bring his hand to your waist, and he squeezes, ever so gently. Your hand drops and he moves his slowly, knuckles dragging along the smooth silk of your blouse, and then sending shivers when he reaches your bare neck. 

He has to bite down the plethora of things running through his head - his drunken brain threatening to spill all his thoughts. You are so beautiful and soft it makes him short-circuit, desperate to pull you close. Instead, you do: hand inching up his chest and laying to rest on his shoulders. 

He kisses you, finally ; a little messy and impossibly soft. Like his lips on yours would shatter you both. You deepen the kiss and wrap his arm tighter around you, angling your chin to drink up even more of you. You both come up for air, panting in the heat of one another. Miguel's eyes are full of lust and blown out. 

"Do…do you want to come in?" You whisper. 

Something catches in his throat and his expression changes, like he just woke up from a dream. Do you just want to sleep with him? He's not built for one night stands, can't do just sex, especially if it's you. No matter how much he wants to, he can't, he won't, "....I shouldn't."

The disappointment on your face is palpable. You want to ask why - after he kissed you like that - why doesn't he want you? Instead you nod dejectedly. He gives you a chaste kiss on the forehead, lingering, and a shaky smile. 

You open your door with a buzz, and slam it in his face. 

~~~

It takes Miguel some time to properly put a name to what you two have: not knowing if the kiss was a drunken mistake, animal attraction or something more. 

He's not a grand gestures kind of person, he believes in action rather than words. 

Which is why it takes so long for him to admit just how in love with you he is. 

He steals glances at you all the time at the office, and tries to anticipate  all your needs. 

When you stretch and yawn in the morning, he happens to pass by your favourite coffee place and happens to buy one too many cups of your go-to order. 

So imagine his shock when he arrives from his lunch break, churros and coffee in hand, and there's one of the top brass from the night at the bar perched on your desk - 2 polystyrene cupfuls of something half drunk on the desk. 

He's never been insecure, but he can't help but feel possessive, something tense and tight growing at the base of his stomach. 

"What was it you wanted to talk about?" You step into the equipment cupboard, Miguel close behind you. You rub your temples, anticipating an argument. "O'Hara, if this is about my calibration tests this morning, I swear to God -" 

"No, no , nothing like that." He's quick to say. "They were… okay." He strains. 

You raise an eyebrow. Okay? Since when did Miguel pass up an opportunity for a mindless fight? Your mind races with his actions of the past few days. He has been different since the night at the bar, a little nicer, sure, but nothing this out of the ordinary. 

"That guy you were talking to. I saw him at the bar, and now here. Who is he?" 

Your eyebrows shoot up. "You do not have the right to ask me th-" 

"Are you fucking him?" A pause, and you study his expression, deducing that he is completely fucking serious . 

"Are you insane? You definitely don't have the right to ask me that." You make for the door, and he steps in front of it, blocking it with his body. 

"I need to know. Tell me and then I'll leave you alone, I promise." His voice is low and thick with something. 

You step closer and he wraps his hands around your waist absentmindedly. The pressure feels good, and makes your brain fog up. 

He repeats himself, softer. "Are you fucking him?" 

You look at him for a moment, before shaking your head. His facial expression  is steady, just as unreadable. 

"Do you want to?" 

You hesitate, wanting to be cruel and say yes, just to see his reaction. Perceptive, he sees your hesitance and says something that almost knocks you over. 

"I could fuck you better than he ever could," He kneads your thigh now, lips close to the shell of your ear in the tight space of the cupboard. " Princesa , look at me." 

You look at him, almost whimpering and putty in his hands. He's like a siren and you are lost in the pull of his gaze. It may be the proximity, but you swear you see a tinge of red in his eyes, like deep pools of lust. 

"Will you let me fuck you?" He pulls you closer so the meat of his thigh presses against your clothed cunt. Your stretchy pencil skirt rides up suggestively, and you rock your clit against him, searching for sweet pressure. You nod. 

Miguel titters softly, a hand on your chin pulling your lips to his. You moan into his kiss, body aching. It's hot and heavy like the kiss outside your door, but he swirls his tongue around yours and expertly nips at your lower lip. He guides your hips to rock against his thigh, tensing to make sure it's corded muscle hits the right places. He wants to break you apart, leave you so cock-drunk, you wouldn't think of even glancing at another man. 

You separate and he dips a hand under your skirt. He pulls it up and places a big palm at your pussy, with a well timed slap. You bite into his neck with the pressure. You definitely don't expect it when he rips open your stockings like they were paper. 

"Fuck, Miguel." 

"It's okay, baby, I'll get you new ones." Your eyes roll back as he slips aside the gusset to run a finger through your lower lips. Shamelessly, he slips a finger in, then two, basking in the wet squelch of your heat. You claw at his forearm, as he curls them into that sweet spot. 

You press your forehead to his shoulder, chasing his fingers with your hips. His sharp eyes watch every movement, every stutter and start that his fingers pull from you. He's practical, a man of action, and he is desperate to show you how much he cares. 

"I've thought about you… about this." He hisses as you cover your mouth to dampen your moans. 

"Wanted you for so long, princesa. Want to know how you taste, what this beautiful pussy feels like. What you look like when you cum."

His wrist aches with the back and forth motion but his pace barely faulters. 

" M-Miguel …"

He applies pressure to your clit, and watches in awe as you spasm, nails digging into his forearm. 

" Oh, there it is. Right there, hmm? Does that feel good?" 

You nod frantically with a stifled sob. 

"Not quite, baby. Need to hear you say it. Or I won't let you cum."

"...fuuck you."

" Oh, you'd like that. Still not what I want to hear. Tell me how much you like it when I fuck you with my fingers."

"F-Feels good." You stutter. He stops, wrenching his hand out of your pussy to leave you clenching around nothing.You almost scream.

"You're being a brat, not my princesa , hmm? Only good girls get to cum."

" Miguel , please. I'll do anything." He guides you along his thigh, still lodged between your legs, and licks up your wetness on his other hand. "You m-make me feel so good. So good. And I want you so much it hurts, sometimes. I just want to cum, don't even need your cock. Fuck me with something , please." 

"Miguel? Not asshole? Or fucking idiot, this time?" 

"Please, Miguel ." Your pleas go straight to his cock. He throbs with need, cock rock hard under his slacks. 

He relents, not able to bear your dopey puppy-dog eyes for much longer. He slips three fingers in, without bothering to prep you. He hisses at the tightness of your heat, pounding into you and knuckle deep with his fingers. Shamelessly, you fuck yourself back on them, hips rolling over his thigh. He can't tear himself away from the sight, palming himself through tented trousers. 

You kiss and nip at his neck, as he whispers obscenities at you under his breath. 

"Can you cum for me, princesa? Cum f'me, and I'll take care of you, I promise."

You clamp down on his fingers and moan into a kiss as you ride out your orgasm. It's intense: leg-shaking and leaves you shuddering in the aftermath. You were rusty, sure, hadn't had sex with someone in a while. But Miguel made you cum so hard you saw stars, with only his fingers. Your chest heaves with the thought. 

You thought he would leave you, torn stockings and all, in the little cupboard. But he stays, to sink down to his knees and lap at your folds. You rest a hand on a shelf for purchase, head back in bliss. You cunt is still sensitive, throbbing at the orgasm he's just given you, as you licks you clean. He's taking care of you. You card your hands into his hair, tugging gently as he moans into your pussy. 

He gives your clit a gentle kiss, and swipes up a trailing tear that rolls down your inner thigh. You watch as he pops his fingers into your mouth, cleaning off the cum. Your cum. 

Miguel gives you a lazy grin in the bare bulb of the equipment closet. He seems completely unfazed by the fact his fingers were in you not a moment ago. 

"Are you free after work?" He asks, and it takes a moment for you to process. 

"Uhhh… s-sure. Probably?" 

"Let me take you for dinner, somewhere nice."

All you can do is nod, dumbly, ripped stockings still around your ankles. 

"And then I can fuck you properly, princesa." 

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#dungeons and daddies #dndads #scary marlowe #taylor swift not that one #lincoln li wilson #normal oak #dndads spoilers #epilogue headcanons #linc started to like cats after he got over (at least a bit) his previous jealousy towards his dads #but mainly bc he grew attached to Scary's cat after they started to live together yes she is a cat lady to me #normal still isolates himself when he's feeling shitty tho this time it went on for several years #despite the others not giving up on trying to contact him #they wanna give him space but they're also worried so that's why they try to be nonchalant about it during the reunion #which i also already have a sketch of but college's been taking up most of my time sorry #not described #ignore the inconsistencies please and ty