#sometimes i feel a bit guilty making him a bit softer so you can kinda see me going back and forth between to two characterizations of them

[unnerving-presence]

Same anon but: would you mind people sharing oc×canon material with you? also love your blog and takes, your understanding of Wesker's character is top notch.

of course not! i don’t mind it at all 🩷 send away (´∀｀ )

#also thank you ily pookie #i have two ways i see wesker’s character and you can kinda see it #one is the way he’s portrayed #which is how i talk about him in some of my analysis posts/some of my headcanons #and two is just the soft way because i can somewhat throw his evilness out the window BECAUSE in that situation you’d be his bitch so #like think abt it he’s with you for a reason why wouldn’t he be nice in some way #anyways tyyy #sometimes i feel a bit guilty making him a bit softer so you can kinda see me going back and forth between to two characterizations of them #like i say smtn SUPER fluffy but i’m like ‘wait would he really do that’ #‘well… this is if he had an s/o. you can assume he’d be nicer..’ #‘but would he be this nice???’ #‘i mean i’m somewhat staying loyal to his character..’ #‘you know what fuck it i’ll just go with the flow’ #then i still proceed to be conflicted about how i portray him (｀Д´)

[naomihatake]

Nanami Kento headcanons #1

Summary: random Nanami headcanons, general personality traits I observed and demeanor. I might elaborate later on some of those.

TW: none, I guess?

︴He definitely has a hard shell. Genuinely, he has a stoic and low key shell rather than a cold one. He just seems unbothered and annoyed at the same time.

︴He's kinda sassy and blunt as fuck, but his comments are only for the best unless he's genuinely mad. He adores discipline and having plans for his next day, so he probably gets quite grumpy when it comes to unplanned things. Less grumpy when it's about a mission because he got used to how unexpected those are.

︴I see him as selfless. A bit too selfless even. He wouldn't let anyone die on his watch even if it costs his life (we're all crying about this one, I know)

︴I wonder if he has a hard time accepting his wrongdoings. And by that, I mean he has a hard time with himself rather than being unable of apologizing. I think he's very harsh on himself and he doesn't forgive himself easily. At the same time, I see him as someone who doesn't regret much. Those two sides of him depend on the context, most probably.

︴He cares more than he lets you see. And he's the type to believe in actions more than words and he follows that belief himself. He's the type to show more through actions than words and he tries his best to keep his promises. Is it even necessary to mention he doesn't make promises unless he's sure he can keep them?

︴His toxic trait is probably being so hard on himself he tends to avoid people thinking he's doing them a favor. However, I don't think this happens everytime. He has to go through really hard times and he doesn't forgive himself at all when he's on a mission with someone and they get badly injured.

︴He's honest. He's honest and very sincere and his bluntness probably makes him look cold, emotionless. He feels so much more than he lets be seen.

︴When he's close to someone, be it a friend or a partner, he's most likely softer. So much softer and his sincerity cannot only be heard, but seen on his features, in his eyes. He tries to mold his bluntness into positive criticism more, especially when it's about people he cares for, the ones he empathizes with.

︴He doesn't settle for less than he thinks he should receive because he gives everything, but he does feel guilty if shit goes down in any kind of relationship. He doesn't settle for less, but he doesn't wish for the moon either. It's kind of balanced, if you get what I mean?

︴If he's hurt, he tries to play it cool and take care of it by himself. He'd try to hide his pain, be it physical or emotional, but he wouldn't get mad if someone tries to help. He might say things that seem harsh, but if you'd look up at him as you help, he'd have such a soft gaze. He's genuinely grateful for help, even if he doesn't accept it at first.

︴He puts too much responsibility on his own shoulders, reason why he most probably doesn't want to become a sensei for young sorcerers. He'd burden himself with so much and he's sure there are people much better at this job, even if he can explain well. He's a good mentor, he'd be a great sensei. However, he swears up an down about how he wouldn't ever become a teacher.

︴He remains a kind person, despite what he seems to be. He's kind and if he'd get born into another life, he'd choose a universe without curses and the burdens he has to carry because of situations in the past he calls "mistakes". Once again, he puts so much on his own shoulders when no one asks him to. He's hard on others, but most importantly, he's hard on himself.

︴He's not optimistic or pessimistic most of the time. He's realistic and realism sometimes appears like pessimism to other people. He's able to read both the good and the bad part from a situation and to put into words. His way of talking/communicating makes it seem like it, but he's just realistic. He used to be very pessimistic as a teenager from what I gathered. He matured over the years and now sees everything from many other perspectives.

︴He's very good at communicating. If the conversation or the group of people he's with feels worth it, he definitely talks. And he's a smooth talker as well.

︴He doesn't let anyone walk over him. He'd be passive aggressive while also casually pointing out they're being an idiot. (I live for savage Nanami)

︴He hates when people disrespect others and ranks and the way sorcerers' grading is viewed is very annoying to him, most probably. In his eyes everyone has potential, in a way or another.

︴He's definitely sorry for the way those kids and teenagers have to just accept being sacrifices. And he'll protect them no matter what it takes because he's been there as well and he wishes he can give them better than what he's experienced as a young sorcerer.

︴"He returned to being a sorcerer from the life of a salaryman because he never felt truly appreciated and didn't believe his work had any significant impact on anyone. In contrast, work as a sorcerer allowed him to build up small bits of appreciation from innocent people. For Nanami, this was more than enough to allow him to live without regrets" — That's what Jujutsu Kaisen Wiki says about him and I couldn't find better words to explain this

#gosh i love him so much #my second biggest crush #kakashi is the first one since how many years???? six #hahahahah i love these men #nanami #nanami headcanons #kento nanami #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #jjk #kento nanami x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento headcanons #kento #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanamin #naomiwrites

[yourfavepookiebear]

Oh yay!! Okay here’s a little request! How would Ace, Malleus, riddle, and vil react with an s/o who has severe insomnia? Like their s/o can go days without sleeping and has extremely red bloodshot eyes? :0 I would also think it’s funny that when they have sleepovers with their s/o they try so hard to stay awake with them but just end up passing out 😭 thank you in advance 🙏🧡

Ok, I'm gonna do some little headcanons !

Thanks for the request ☺

I tried to make it as accurate to canon as possible 😅 sorry if I got anything wrong

also, I'm not too familiar with Riddle and Ace so 😬 and I'm not too happy with how I wrote this, But here you go ! 💛

Tw ?: insomnia, mentions of insomnia, mentions of passing out, mentions of reader fainting, kinda ooc, not accurate, my first requested hcs !

Vil:

He instantly knows you have insomnia the moment he sees your eyes, your tired expression, and the fact that he's never seen you sleep before.

At first he is only worried about how it will affect your looks

But when he realizes this is a severe case, he is concerned for you.

When you pass out, he is very guilty and worried for you.

He feels like it's all his fault, and he feels like trash for noticing how you were trying to stay awake at the sleepover but not doing much to prevent what happened

He then brings you to the infirmary and waits until you've fully recuperated

And when you get better, he starts lecturing you

After that, he starts to take care of you even more than he already did, will make sure it never happens, and looks for remedies.

Maybe he will manage to make a potion that could heal you, after all.

He is determined to at least make you feel better, will definitely do his research.(A LOT of research)

Riddle:

He knows what insomnia is, because of his mother.

If it's after ob Riddle then he will tone down his strictness, will overlook it if you break some rules, will be softer to you, will try not to shout at you

He is concerned for you, will try not to be too loud, and looks after you

Insists on making you sleep

He's so stubborn it's unbelievable

Is determined to find a way to heal you, or at least make you feel better.

When you pass out, he's very clearly worried (he shouted your name in worry and woke Trey up). He brings you to the infirmary with the help of Trey, and watches over you.

Never leaves your side even once

Now even more determined to find a way to heal you.

Depending on if it's after ob or before or he will tone his strictness down a lot

Ace: (idk much about him so)

As everyone knows, he is a bit dumb sometimes. (Let's be honest he's more than just a bit dumb)

So at first when he saw you he assumed you were taking some kind of drug or medicine that caused this. (He thought you were high lmfao)

When he realizes its "just" insomnia, he calms down a bit

Although he is still worried, he will act the same.

Will continue being a crackhead

One day he decides to invite you for a sleepover

And as you were cuddling, you passed out.

He got very worried, he thought he did something wrong

Takes you to the infirmary

Only when the nurse tells him the reason, does he realize it's not his fault or anything he did.

Poor guy didn't even notice how hard you were trying to stay awake and it ended up in you passing out

Will not change his behavior, but will be a bit more caring

Malleus:

He didn't know what insomnia was at first, until he asked Lilia

And he was very (very very very) concerned and worried

He asked Lilia if there were any remedies

(Depending on the severity) If there were no remedies, and if you insisted that you were fine, he wouldn't have intervened against your will.

Is nonetheless determined to find a way to help you

He invites you over for a sleepover

And while he was crushing you in his embrace (not literally) you pass out

Also thinks it's his fault, he thinks you were sick or he hugged you too hard.

Will rush to the infirmary at the speed of light, with you in his arms or on his back

Once he learns that it's because of your insomnia, he frowns, but also internally sighs in relief

He's a bit happy it wasn't his doing, but also sad that you passed out

will DEFINITELY use some powerful spell to force you to sleep (ifykyk)

Not proofread tho, and inaccurate portraying of characters

Thanks again for the request ! I hope you enjoyed It.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #requested #vil schoenheit #twst fics #disney twst #twst #twst lilia #sorry #twst fic #twst hcs #my hcs #hcs #kinda ooc #ooc

[spideyharrington]

Leave Me Alone

summary: steve and you never got along in high school, seeing as he was a popular jock and you were a not-so-popular ‘nerd’, whom he targeted, with approximately one friend. but now you’re stuck with each other while you help the kids with this vecna shit and steve is forced to face to face with the man he used to be. if you can even call ‘King Steve’ a man.

warnings: cursing, mentions of past bullying, kinda violence but nothing like vivid, brief mention of death, arguing, yelling, past homophobia, angst, enemies to lovers ig?

A/N: i’m so sorry i still have a handful of requests to get to for other characters, but i have awful steve brainrot rn and i need to let some of it out 💀 also i’m sorry because this took an Entirely different route than i thought it was going to and idk how much i like where it went… erm i’ll try to write the one i was originally going to write soon 😭 maybe tmrw even. also i finished this at 6:30am so again i’m so sorry if this is absolute dog shit sjdjdjd

word count: 3.4k (not this being my longest one)

You started helping this group of kids try to figure out how to defeat some monster names vecna from some sort of alternate dimension, you really didn’t understand, you just kinda went with it, ever since robin very vaguely filled you in and asked for your help. You really had no idea what you agreed to, you just knew that Robin was your best friend and you could never say no to her. Ok, well maybe you would’ve said no if you knew Steve Harrington knew about this and was also helping these kids… God, you really couldn’t stand him. You didn’t hate many people. You hated the word hate in fact. But boy did you hate Steve Harrington. And that’s what made the surprise ride from Steve to get to Dustin’s house feel like it took a year.

“Are you even listening to me?” Steve threw one hand in the air and turned to look at you for a moment before turning his focus back to the road.

Shit. You really didn’t mean to drown him out, but you started spacing out due to the anxiety of being in a car alone with this asshole.

“Sorry… I spaced out for a bit.” You always apologized when people noticed you spacing out upon instinct. You waited for him to get angry at you. But it… Didn’t happen?

Instead, he looked at you with a softer expression in his eyes and asked, “you alright?”

To say this threw you off was a mad understatement, “uh… Yeah.”

His gaze stayed on the road this time, “you don’t sound too sure about that. You didn’t… hear a clock or anything did you?”

Oh. That’s why he didn’t get mad. That’s why he asked if you were ok. You immediately felt guilty for possibly making him think he was going to witness someone die in his car. You may not like the guy, but you still didn’t feel great about the possibility of making him anxious. You’re sure he’s already on edge.

Yet you still replied with a relatively bitchy tone, “no Steve, I didn’t hear a clock. I’m anxious and when i get anxious I tend to space out. It’s inconvenient. I’m fully aware. You don’t have to tell me.”

“Woah I wasn’t…” Steve was taken aback by your tone directed at him for being concerned, yet he still tried to be nice, “I get it. It’s fine, I get spacey sometimes too. I just usually try not to, or at least try to pretend I’m not.” Oh boy. That really wasn’t the right answer he was looking for.

“Are you serious right now? Do you think I can just be like ‘oh, right Steve Harrington is talking. I can’t stare off into space right now and think about the soon to be apocalypse that I suddenly have to deal with. What he’s saying is far more important!’ That’s not how anxiety works asshole.” You never get snippy with people. Usually you’re too anxious and shy to. But your blood boils so easily around him.

Steve fell silent. He knew anything else he said could just be used against him. God, why cant he just be able to say what he means without totally screwing up his wording.

You couldn’t stand the silence, so you looked through the cassettes he kept in his car. You really didn’t feel like listening to Corey Hart, The English Beat, or A Flock Of Seagulls, so you opted for the one cassette you always carried with you in your bag. You knew you could always rely on Power Corruption & Lies by New Order. So you popped it in as Steve looked at you with pure curiosity and slight confusion. As soon as the album started, you closed your eyes and listened to Age of Consent. Almost immediately calming down.

Steve couldn’t help but constantly look over at you. Your definitely looked cuter relaxed. And he couldn’t help but smile at the slight tapping of your finger to the beat of the song. His own finger subconsciously starting to tap on his steering wheel.

After only one more song, you finally arrived at Dustin’s. You basically ran in to see Robin, but not excitedly like you usually were. No, she was about to get an earful from you for not telling you about Steve.

You walked in, waved to the kids, grabbed Robin and went straight to the farthest room in the house. But not without Steve noticing and furrowing his brows. What is her deal?

“Why didn’t you tell me about Steve, Robin?! You know what I went through in high school. You know what that douchebag did to me!”

“Ok ok ok I know this seems bad but y/n-“

“No! Don’t ‘but y/n’ me! You just made me sit in a car with him for half an hour and I didn’t even get a slight warning?! I would’ve rather ridden by bike here and take an hour than sit in a car alone with someone who went by ‘King Steve’ and harassed random kids for two years.” You used air quotes when mentioning his high school name.

Robin was getting nervous now. She’s never seen you this worked up, “I’m so sorry but it was the only way to get you here without you wasting your energy and I knew you wouldn’t do it if I told you and I’m sorry for not warning you but we need you to help us and unfortunately we need that dingus too. And I know high school was absolute hell for you, and I know he definitely didn’t help, but he’s a different person now. Trust me. You know how much I hated him. But now all he does is sort dvds when he’s bored at work, and hang out around these kids and help them fight monsters.”

You shook your head and left the room, returning to the group. You looked at Steve as you entered the room and he shot you a confused look and mouthed “everything alright?”

You rolled your eyes and turned your attention to Dustin, who was going over some sort of plan to get back into the upside down to investigate further.

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Once the plan was finished, Steve was taking Robin home and offered you a ride as well.

“No, I’m ok. I’ll just borrow someone’s bike or something.”

“y/n it’ll take you like an hour to bike home. Just let him take you.” Robin tried convincing you softly.

When you kept declining, Steve got tired of your stubbornness and snapped a bit. Going a different route than Robin, “It’s not safe to be out at night around here. I’m taking you home so just get in the goddamn car already!” He slapped his hand into the roof of his car as he shook his head and started to get in.

You looked at robin, confused and too scared to say no again. She shrugged and got into the backseat, knowing she’d get dropped off first and it would be silly to get shot-gun.

The car ride to Robin’s was mostly silent as you just listened to a few more New Order songs. She got out of the car and whispered to you to play nice, before she waved and smiled at Steve and went inside.

“So…” Steve paused the cassette before the last song could come on as he pulled out of Robin’s driveway.

“Steve we can just drive in silence. I literally don’t mind. You don’t have to try to pretend like you wanna talk to me.” You laugh dryly.

“What gives you the impression i don’t want to talk to you?” He glances at you.

You scoff, “really Steve? Just cut the bullshit already.” You sounded so much more harsh than you even knew you were capable of.

“What bullshit? Why do you hate me so much? And why do you assume I hate you too?” He sounded more confused and slightly hurt than annoyed. Which somehow annoyed you further.

“Do you just forget the awful shit you did to people in high school?”

“I do tend to block out certain things in order for me to be able sleep at night.”

“Oh, what a relief! Steve Harrington gets to sleep at night because he clears his mind of all the terrible things he’s said and done! Who cares about the victims of his bullying when we know he still gets a good nights rest every night!” You faked enthusiasm.

Steve gripped his steering wheel and started to speed accidentally. Usually he was a good driver, even under stress or intense emotions, but people bringing up his past self was something that really got to him. In several ways.

“Ok I’m fully aware I don’t work what i mean right. But I also know you’re a fairly smart individual and you know what I mean. But this entire day you’ve been twisting my words to make me seem like the worst fucking human in the the world. I know I was a dick in high school! Trust me it still haunts me! And before you can make some snarky comeback about how the people I affected are more than likely haunted as well, I need you to realize that ‘King Steve’,” he put in air quotes, “and Family Video Steve are two completely different people.”

“People don’t change Steve.” He can feel you staring into the side of his head.

“They can. And if you don’t believe me, why can’t you just believe Robin?” He sounded less angry and more hurt again.

You tried to turn the tape back on, too tired to be arguing with him. But he blocked your hand from pressing play.

“Can you stop picking fights and then trying to just avoid the argument you caused?!” There was the anger again.

“Look, I just wanna go home. I don’t wanna keep arguing with someone who used to call me homophobic slurs.” You slouched down in your seat. Trying not to cry at the memories of being bullied for liking girls.

Steve looked at you with a look on his face that looked like he just ran over a kids new bike and had to tell them the crushing news, “y/n…”

“I don’t wanna talk about it Steve.” The tears started to come out slightly and you sat in complete silence for the last few minutes, which felt like hours. As soon as he pulled up to your house, you got out and slammed the door shut, officially starting to sob. Steve noticed. He wanted to run after you. But he knew it was probably the worst thing to do right now. So he backed out of the driveway and headed home. He mindlessly started the music back up and quickly realized it was still New Order. You never got to finish the album because he paused it. He let it play as he drove.

On a thousand islands in the sea, I see a thousand people just like me

He recognized this one. He remembered hearing you listening to it sophomore year in class. You sat in front of him and always blasted music so no one would talk to you. He can see it in his head now.

From my head to my toes, from the words in the book. I see a vision that would bring me luck. From my head to my toes, to my teeth, through my nose. You get these words wrong. You get these words wrong. Every time. You get these words wrong. I just smile.

He drove, listening to the song and thinking about how much he liked you in high school. Thinking about when he found out you liked a girl. Thinking about when you bumped into him in the hallway and he told you to watch it and angrily called you a word he can’t believe he ever even thought about saying. He knows he said it because he was upset you liked someone else and he was a selfish, egotistical asshole. He even knew you were bisexual, so using it made that much less sense. Goddamnit why was he such a piece of shit then? Is he still such a piece of shit? His thoughts completely consumed him as he drove. He went on autopilot.

For these last few days, leave me alone. But for these last few days, leave me alone. leave me alone, leave me alone.

Steve ended up driving to Robin’s subconsciously. He explained everything as he shook anxiously. This is why he tried to forget what King Steve did in high school. He couldn’t handle the guilt of it all.

“Steve, look at me. What you did was fucking awful. But this was three years ago. You’ve been through so much shit since then. You’ve gotten away from the assholes who clouded your judgment. You met those extremely smart and kind kids who you’ve essentially adopted at this point, and you met me. Your lesbian best friend. I’m pretty sure that alone shows how different you are. You are not King Steve, ok? And I’ll try to talk to y/n. I’m sure she’s still mad at me too, but I think she thinks I knew that happened, which I most certainly did not for the record.”

“You don’t have to, Robin. This is my mess. I caused it. I need to make it right somehow.”

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Steve had to pick you up the next afternoon to meet back up with the rest of the gang. Steve was anxious as hell. You, on the other hand, had no idea he was picking you up. Which is why you were extremely confused to hear New Order blasting from outside. And so much more confused when you opened your window to see that it was coming from Steve’s car…

You ran outside, “what the fuck are you doing?!”

So that wasn’t off to a great start.

“Please get in…”

You crossed your arms and stared at him. He looked at you with the most sincere look he could. You sighed, getting into his car.

“Why did you make such an entrance?” You asked referring to him blasting New Order outside from his car in order to get your attention instead of just knocking like a normal person.

“I thought it was a nicer gesture than just knocking like a boring person.” He tried to crack as joke. He didn’t miss the faint smile that started to appear before you bit your cheek.

“After I dropped you off last night, I played this song as I left and I remembered you listening to it in english class. You sat in front of me. Always blasting music so people wouldn’t approach you. Not because you were rude and didn’t like people, but because you were too anxious to talk to most of them. Except me. You used to talk to me. Not often, but occasionally you’d ask for a pen or a piece of paper or even my notes. Which was a dumb idea, you really should’ve known I did not pay attention in that class.” He chuckled quietly before continuing, “and I completely threw away that little bit of trust you had in me because I was jealous. I said an awful thing that I will never be able to take back because I had such a big ego and i got my feelings slightly hurt when I heard you liked someone who wasn’t me. It’s the shittiest excuse ever and I’m in no way trying to make up a reason for you to forgive me. There’s no good excuse in this universe for what I did to you. And I wouldn’t blame you for not forgiving me. I couldn’t blame you if you didn’t forgive me. Even if I wanted to. But I had to try… I had to try to make up for what I did then. Instead of avoiding it.”

You noticed his hands shaking a bit. You had no idea how to respond. You felt tears welling again. You were overwhelmed.

“If this is too much, you can go back in and I’ll tell the group you don’t feel well and that you can help us tomorrow. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you… again…” He bit his lip harshly and shook his head at himself, turning his head towards the windshield.

“No, I- I’m just trying to find the right words I think. I mean it is a lot. I’m overwhelmed I’m not gonna lie. But this is also something I needed. God, I was in love with you sophomore year Steve. That’s part of why it was so crushing when… That happened. Not only was it hurtful, but it was extremely hurtful coming from you. The one guy in Hawkins I thought might be different. Even though you were a popular jock. For fucks sake your name was King Steve… I really should’ve known better.” You laughed and he could hear your voice break.

He couldn’t just sit there and watch you cry again. He reached over and pulled you into a hug this time, “please don’t try to turn this in yourself somehow. Maybe you could see future me in past me. Maybe part of you knew I could be good, but I was too stubborn and pessimistic then to even entertain the thought.”

You hugged him back tightly and let your sob fully release.

“I’m so sorry I was so shitty. I’m so sorry I made you feel so bad for so many years. I’m so sorry for not ever telling you how much you meant to me and for essentially ignoring you for two years.”

You pulled away as your tears stopped, “It’s not alright, and I don’t forgive the person who said that to me then.“ Steve’s stomach dropped, but you continued, “but luckily you aren’t him. Luckily King Steve is dead and I’m now talking to Family Video Steve.” You quoted him and gave him a smile, which he returned.

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Over the next couple of months, you had defeated vecna and become extremely close with Steve.

He picked you up to take you to his house for some sort of surprise. He lead you to his room and told you not to look until he said it was ok.

“Ok. you can look.” He said as you heard Age of Consent start playing.

You looked up, confused. Butterflies flooded your stomach as you noticed the vinyl and the string lights set up in his room, “what’s all this for?”

“Well…” He started walking towards you, “The day I had to pick you up for the first time a couple months back, you didn’t like any of my tapes, which is very hurtful by the way. I have amazing taste in music, So you decided to pull out your own album. This album. And when you closed your eyes and tapped to the beat of this song, I was immediately reminded how madly in love with you I was. Even though I, uh, really fucked that up. But I figured maybe this was my second chance…”

He walked even closer to you and you spoke, “I don’t believe in second chances Harrington,” he froze, “this is your first chance. Remember, Family Video Steve?” You grinned.

“Oh you really gotta stop doing that, y/l/n. You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.” He laughed, “and stop calling me that.”

“What would you rather me call you? Nerd Steve? Demobat Killer Steve? Babysitter Steve? Mom St-“

“Alright, that’s enough outta you,” he closed the gap and quickly, yet softly kissed you. Now it was your turn to freeze for a moment before returning the kiss. This felt like a fever dream to both of you. You’ve both changed so much since sophomore year, but it was still so hard to fathom that you two were starting to become a thing.

Do you find this happens all the time? Crutual point one day becomes a crime. And I’m not the kind that likes to tell you just what I want to do. I’m not the kind that needs to tell you, oh

And the two of you kept switching between dancing and talking for the the entire rest of the album. Your favorite album which was quickly becoming Steve’s favorite album. Or maybe it had been his favorite album for some time now.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington oneshot

[ginnsbaker]

Wanda being so determined to find reader because she was worried. Nat actually helping her shows that inside she still cares its like the whole just because im mad at you doesn’t mean I don’t love you thing. Im so glad that happened because its been incredibly heartbreaking that nat seemingly abandoned reader despite the years of friendship and their bond.

Y/n’s mom the development chefs kiss. It was the birthday chapter where she was confronted by reader about her feelings towards wanda and I remember saying how hard it would be to have two people you love so dearly not get alone like that. But I honestly think the mom has reflected a bit, i said it then but a stronger love the kind that puts that light in your eyes always has potential to hurt and if it hurts it usually hurts badly and it’s understandable for her as a mom to want to protect her child from that. Now having seen reader without that light has probably made her think about that more and it shows in the her interactions with wanda and i think those two getting along better will be good for wanda and reader’s relationship long term.

Wanda finding out reader knew was everything i hoped it would be. The way they were scared of hurting her and trying to protect her from themselves and then the way wanda wouldn’t let them close in on themselves and push her away again it was just everything. The sex was softer more intimate than at the start when wanda was just being used and the way reader was using it as reassurance that wanda is here and shes okay and shes not going anywhere was just so soft and definitely needed (I definitely think that when they go to bed this night its one of the few times wanda is the big spoon cos reader needs to place their head on her chest to hear her heartbeat and feel the rise and fall of her chest for that reassurance). Im curious as to what wanda is gonna do/say to pietro because of what he did I imagine its not going to be a pleasant conversation.

SHE DID IT WANDA SUGGESTED PROFESSIONAL HELP FUCKING FINALLY WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY FOR 17 CHAPTERS READER THERAPY INCOMING. I hope they have individual therapy as well as couple’s therapy i just think it will help them.

I loved it so much it planted seeds for reader and nat to fix things and obvs wanda and reader then reader’s mom and wanda. All the relationships in this book are to delicately intertwined and affect each other sometimes in small ways sometimes in big ways and i love the way you’ve done that. I can kinda see the light at the end of the tunnel and im so ready for it

Perfection.

-🧃

Wanda and Nat working together and not grumbling about is my guilty pleasure lol

Yeah, I kinda wanted wrap up the thing with R's mom, and like, give the character some ending that sort of suggests an improvement in their attitude and her relationship with R and Wanda

Ohhh Wanda IS the big spoon. I mean, they kinda switch, but R needs all the love and comfort right now.

Re: Wanda and Pietro - she's not going to resent him as much, but they are going to talk about it

It took Wanda long enough to suggest it because she had to see for herself if it helped. I hope that makes sense?

Thank you so much for saying that, almost all the relationships will have some sort of wrap or development because I love them all dearly except for Vision in this story (MCU Vision is my child)

I'll never tire of reading your comments :) And I'm super happy that you find them all satisfying. DO let me know if there's anything I miss or something I could have done better. :*

Once again, thank you!

#🧃 anon #ilgoss asks

[fumikomiyasaki]

Hi hi hi!

I'm back and I offer our origins:

❝ i truly can’t control my heart when i’m around you. ❞ for Carol and Kalida

❝ you’re my person.  you’re beyond special to me. ❞ for Aida and Aiden

Softer Shippy prompts (yes I missed writing them)

Strong rain was pouring from the windows...it was one of those reasons why Carol invited Kalida to her dormitory room... but there were several more. A break from all the tutoring, but most importantly being undisturbed in having some times alone together to enjoy with each other.

As they got into her room she settled her books that she originally got to study a little but as soon as both sat down she just felt like she wanted to be closer to him.

Putting her hands on his face and looking into his eyes lovingly a smile lightly escaped him.

"You really know sometimes how to make me feel special... how come someone like me deserved you?"

"It's not about deserving, everyone deserves love... but I just am very fond of you... and I want you to know that every day I can show you how much you mean to me... Kalida... you have to stop doubting me."

As she said that he pulled her into a close hug and layed down with her on the bed... stroking her hair out of her face. "I truely can't control my heart when I am around you...."

She turned red and pulled her arms around him, hugging him lightly.

"Then don't... who says you have to hold back. We are all alone to ourselves here. And you can tell me all about your feelings and show them... "

Lightly nuzzling against his neck he kissed her forehead a little.

"Carol.... can I be selfish for once...."

"What do you mean?"

"I know you miss your homeworld, but-"

Before he could continue to talk she already shut him up with a small kiss.

"I already made my decision... don't worry... I am staying here with you... I rather be here and get some love from you each day then go back and just be alone again... I know I'll miss my family and Eve but... I couldn't bear to be away from you."

Hearing this he already pulled her close spoiling her with some kisses over her face and neck.

"H-hey careful, you know what neck kisses do to me?"

"Right my bad... I was just kind of glad to hear it."

She held her hand back to his face...

"You should he more selfish really, I don't want you to just do things for me... I mean I can't talk I am often guilty of this too but... I want you to feel as good as I do."

"Alright..."

Playfully she lightly pushed him to the side and layed on top of him resting her head on His Chest.

"Your Heartbeat does beat quick... makes me kinda happy... I need to calm after those neck kisses or else... I might not be able to hold back from bothering you a little."

He pulled his arms around her and they rested like that for a while, his face being lightly red from all this.... and his Heartbeat still barely calming down.

Around the Autumn leaves Aiden took a stroll with Aida. He needed a break from all the commotion at school to gather his thoughts. Aida noticed that he was still a bit down from things and tried to get his attention back.

"So what's bothering you?"

"What am I to you Aida? I know we are together but I wanted to know in general."

A bright smile escaped her.

"Your my person. You are beyond special to me."

Hearing her say this his face flushed brightly hiding it in his scarf.

"That is pretty honest... I do feel similar but... I mainly asked this cause.. I wanted to see how far I come since I left the past behind... often people were doubting me and.... to have someone like you that accepts me each day... its something really special to me."

She took his hands in response to his words.

"You really have to see how many people started to admire you... everyone makes mistakes but people should be able to see past that. No matter who badmouths you I will be there to defend you."

Hearing her say this something in his instinct killed in and he pulled her into a calm yet passionate kiss... looking back at her with a smile he rarely showed someone else.

"I really am glad to have you... thank you."

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #twst ocs #twisted wonderland fanschool #carol ann #carol x kalida #aiden renous #aiden x aida

[bangtan-sinnamons]

On Cloud Mine (M)

⤞ Paring: Alpha werewolf!Taehyung x Omega werewolf!reader

⤞ Summary: Your fuck buddy, Taehyung, heat was coming to an end and you decide to leave him to eat. But trouble awaits for you when you come home smelling like another alpha.

⤞ Genre: Fuck buddies to lovers, Werewolf Smut, Angst, Fluff

⤞Warning: Possessive acts, LOTS of misunderstanding, slightly toxic relationship, fingering, cum play, degradation, werewolf sex/heat, creampie, unprotected sex, Swear words, Taehyung dom, reader submissive, hickeys

⤞ Word count:  3586

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“Omega, don’t pull away...not yet,” Taehyung groans at the lost of your body’s warmth pressed up against him. “I’m still in my rut,” His hand grips tighter on your waist, hard enough to leave crescent nail marks.

“Well I want to eat....the food stash in your room is gone,” you clasp your hand over his, in attempt to yank his strong arms that were now firmly wrapped around your waist. “I‘ll be back soon,” you tried again, but this time with a softer tone.

Taehyung was nearing the end of his heat, so it shouldn’t be a problem leaving him alone for a bit. It’s not like you were his mate or anything. Just sex buddies, nothing more, just like how he wants.

But sometimes in moments like these, where he looks as if he had never experienced being alone before, it made you feel special. Almost as if he WAS your mate.

“Omega. Wait,” he commands.

You freeze, your inner she-wolf unconsciously warns you to obey him. You tried to search for what he wants behind the strands of hair blocking his eyes.

“If you are hungry. Come suck me off,” he abruptly says. A smirk forming, when he notice your doe eyes looking down at him. Looking at him like a deer in headlights. Alert, and cute.

You glared at him.

“Taehyung. I’m leaving your ass to go get some food,” you flicked his forehead. You hated when you were swayed into submission, yet he finds it hilarious.

You can’t believe you let your thoughts linger for more than a second about him being your mate. He was definitely in the stay away category, just another horny alpha, that you perhaps have feelings for.

He finally lets you go, rolling over to your side of the bed. “Fine, but don’t leave the house,”

You hummed in response. Heading to the pile of discarded clothes.

“Do you know where my bra went?” You asked as you shuffle around the room naked, your ass on full display for the horny man in the bed. If he stared hard enough, he could see the glistening cum that dared dripped onto your thigh. The sight brought encouragement, making him wish, he hastily slammed himself into you to keep the threatening cum from leaving you.

He wets his lips at the sight, but an offending sigh penetrates his ears. He looks at you, ears perking up in your direction. “What did you say?” He growls, not liking how you disrupted his thoughts.

“My bra. Where. Is. It,”

“Oh, it’s over here,” he sits up from the bed as he holds up your garment. A playful smile plastered on his face.

Ugh, what is he up to now. You rolled your eyes when he doesn’t throw it over to you, forcing you to come to him instead.

“I swear, you want me to starve to death,” you mumble, approaching him. You try to snag it away, but he holds it out of reach. “Give. Me. The damm thing,” you grunt.

He closed the remaining space between you. “Are you sure you wanna leave?” Taehyung whispers in your ear giving it a playful nip, “Just stay for a while longer,”

You had enough of this man and with a hard push, the both of you topple onto the bed with a plop. Giving you easier access to snatch your garment as fast as you can.

His eyes follows your remaining steps as you grumpily exited the room. With the final click of the door shutting, he buries his nose into your silky pillow. Snuggling against it, trying to get a whiff of your alluring scent from before. Once your aroma was mixed with his, he was influenced into a lustful frenzy.

He buckles into the bed imagining you on top of him, just like moments ago. Your appearance, your everything makes him go crazy. Your hair was slightly damp as if you came out of the shower, but he knows that it was really from your last heated session with him. And the fact that you were so aggressive, he loved it. He loved it more than he should have, cause he was the alpha not you.

“For fucks sake,” he groans, watching his once limp dick raging red again.

He looks at the door and was very tempted to go find you. He is sure you wouldn’t mind if he was fucking you as you eat. Actually, he finds that kinda hot. He looks pleased at himself for the great idea and he heads to the door.

—————-

On the other hand, you were face to face with an empty fridge, empty cabinets, literally empty everything. You sighed as you closed the last cabinet shut. Did he expect you to eat the crumbs? Even a mouse would be hungry living here.

For whatever reason, your heart and your growling stomach decided to leave the house without telling him. Too tired to hear the man nag at you, you head to the nearest convenient store.

The park you’re currently walking by serves as a great change of scenery and soon enough, you began to feel like yourself again. Your cheeks stuffed with food, and your demon stomach finally no longer growled. The calming night breeze drags your hair along and carries your mind along with it because you no longer kept track of the time.

You were just about to sit on a nearby bench before a pair of hands rested on your shoulder. With a flinch and a twist of your neck in search of the intruder of your so called personal bubble, you were pleasantly relieved to see it was just Hoseok.

“HOSEOK! YOU LITTLE...” One hand covered your stuffed mouth from spewing your food at him and the other hand smacking his shoulder. You swallow the remaining food left in your mouth before continuing to yell at him. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“My bad. My bad. Stop hitting me,” he laughs, his big fluffy ears twitching. “How come you’re here so late? Do you want me to take you home?”

“Oh, shit...” you cursed out loud. Taehyung! How could you forget about him. “Hoseok DON’T come near me anymore,” you backed away. Taehyung is overly sensitive with other people’s scent, especially during his ruts.

Last time during his rut, the scent of your older brother threw him off so badly, he made you shower until you were back to smelling like peaches and cream. And not only one shower, but three showers, despite being so uncontrollably horny. He was literally dripping in sweat, slipping swear words from his lips, and holding back every urge to fuck you senseless just because you smelled QOUTE on QOUTE Nasty.

Hoseok’s ears lay flat against the crown of his head at your abrupt action. “Sorry. Was I being too straightforward?” He questions.

Seeing those gravity drawn shoulder from the upbeat wolf, was a difficult sight to see. Almost as if you were betraying your friendship with a mere fuck buddy.

“No! No. It’s just that I’m helping Taehyung’s rut and I don’t want to trigger him with your scent!” You explained.

His eyes widen at the mention of Taehyung. Hoseok, also being a close friend of Taehyung, has witnessed his possessiveness of you. The wolf was always triggered when another scent was on you, even if it wasn’t during his rut. The growls, the glares, he sent, Hoseok was honestly surprised how you didn’t seem to notice the signs. The man was in love with you. Infatuated with your every being and simply using this fuck buddy thing as an excuse to get closer with you.

“Y/n, you should head back and take a quick shower too. Text me later, okay?” He suggested, the worry was evident on his face. And with a wave of your hand, you hurriedly jogged towards Taehyung’s apartment.

You fumbled with the spare key that Taehyung had lended you. Not out of nervousness, but from the sweat in your palms that you wiped off from jogging so fast.

You can’t believe you were out for about an hour. Either Taehyung was going to be fuming or sleeping, and you hope it’s the later option.

Okay. You breathed. Just go in and shower. Everything should be fine.

You creaked the door open, just small enough for you to peak inside, but instead you made straight eye contact with Taehyung’s glare.

Fine you were not.

You bit your lips, as you parted the door wider. The air filled with pheromones that screamed dominance and you can’t help, but stand still, waiting for his next command. While your eyes wandered about, avoiding his piercing looks. You closed the door, figuring out the words you should careful say to the wolf before you.

Taehyung leans back in his spot on the sofa. You can hear him crack his knuckles. A habit you noticed when he tries to calm himself down, but this time each crack felt vexing.

“Did you have a good time?" He probed bitterly, his lips pursed. Your sudden scent change only confirms his inner thoughts.

“What?”

How dare you act confused, when it was obvious of how guilty you looked. You can’t even look him in the eye for goodness sake. “Omega. Don’t make me repeat. I said, did you have a good time?”

“Look,” you rushed out. “I don’t know what you are trying to get at, but I went to eat and I met Hoseok on the way,” you admitted, not wanting to lie to the already raging wolf. “Nothing biggie. So let me shower real quick,”

You tried to dismiss yourself, but the words that flowed from your lips angered him even more. Without a moment of hesitation, a sickening smack rattled through the apartment. Of course he didn’t hit you, he could never hit you, but he did strike his hand on the sofa arm. The sound loud enough for you to stop in your tracks.

”Shower my ass,” he scoffed. “Omega did you really think you can fool me. You leave me ALONE during my rut to go fuck another ALPHA!”

“I-“

“Is Hoseok your mate or something? Why else would you have the need to leave me. You could have told me you were busy or some shit,” He interrupts, not wanting to hear your lame excuses. “Then I would have asked for another Omega!” He yells, currently blinded with rage.

Although most of his accusations were very off the charts, wrong. He was right about one thing. He could alway get another Omega that was better suited and that fact hurt you. You lowered your eyes to the floor again.

Your unresponsive reaction only makes him fume. Was what he was saying true?!No. It can’t be. He hasn’t even confessed yet. Every being of him is saying that you were his mate. How could it be.

He struts towards you. Instinctively your eyes shot up to meet his. Seeing his hand raised up, made you flinch. Instead of what you thought would be the worse pain inflicted on you, it was just a caress of your hair.

He raised a brow when he came into contact with the unexpected sweat he felt from your hair. He sniffs his hand and emits a low menacing growl. Almost as if he was warning you for what was about to come. “Look at you! You are fucking wet. Is your cunt filled with his cum too? Are you just as wet down here?” He pressed his hand on your clothed pussy, trying to feel your lies out, and you let out a soft whimper.

Despite Taehyung believing he had some claim over you, he was painfully reminded that he didn't. He was probably a nobody compared to Hoseok. You never spared a glance at him, so why would you now. That’s why he decided to claim you, the only way he knew how to.

He roughly manhandles your shirt to the side and hurriedly press his lips onto your collarbone. Almost desperately to feel your warmth mingled with his once more. You render speechless as you feel his teeth brush over your collarbone. His other hand is on your back, pulling you closer to him. And he laps at your neck until he felt satisfied at how it glistened in the dimly lit room before he sucks on your soft skin. He does that for a few seconds before his lips reached your shoulder.

He gagged at the smell. It reeked of a scent that wasn’t him or you. It was like someone had stolen his territory, and now he had to claim it back. You gasp at the sudden bite he left on you shoulder.

“TAEHYUNG!” You yelped when he doesn’t just stop there. He continues to leave more bites along your shoulder and neck until you could feel each spot pulsing.

“Now you speak?” He mumbles between each bite and peck he leaves on you. If he can’t have your heart he will at least have your body marked for others to see. And if he was lucky enough, they would think you were already taken. He smiles at the thought.

“Tae-“ you groaned. “I didn’t do anything... I swear!” He had asked you to be exclusive fuck buddies, so maybe that’s why he is so upset with the thought of someone else having you.

He stops biting you to take a good look at your expression. “Omega. Why do you need to take a shower then?” His face was now only inches away. “What are you hiding in that pussy of yours?” He seethes.

“Please...” you uttered, feeling his breath warm your skin. You honestly don’t know what you were begging for. Were you trying to get him to believe you or were you getting horny with how possessive he looked. Not to miss the fact that he was all so attractive already.

“Fuck it,” he snarls, growing highly impatient. If you couldn’t answer him properly, he was going to check it himself.

He gets hold of your body and carries you back to his room. Throwing you on top of the bed. Taehyung wastes no time as he aggressively pulls you forward to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs open as wide as they can go. “Shit you’re wet.”

He pulls the offending skirt and panties away from you. With his fingers, he spread your pussy lips open, showing yourself all to him. Pulsing and soaked. The smell hitting him straight in the face.

You press your elbows against the bed to leverage yourself up. “Alpha. I didn’t do it with Hoseok,”

“Explain why you are so fucking wet then! You slut!” He pinches your nub and you wither below him once more.

“You!” Your words barely audible as you cried from pleasure. “Taehyung you are the only one that can make me wet like this!”

With a glance he knows no one had fucked you yet, but your words felt so reassuring to hear. He smirks and continues on, but this time with confidence. Taehyung had erase all niggling doubts in his mind about Hoseok and your relationship.

You practically purr when Taehyung runs his index finger down your wet slit, feeling how wet you were because of him before he sinks it into your pussy. He takes his time, letting you feel him run his finger against your walls as you twitch trying to suck his fingers in. He caves in when he see your hungry pussy asking for it. He slowly pumps it in and out of you.

“Yes!” You mewled under his touch . You harshly bit your lip as you felt him slip another finger into you. “Don’t stop!”

Immediately you feel him withdraw his fingers. His hand slick with your wetness as he hovers it in front of your face. You could taste it on your lips from simply smelling it. And you couldn't help but open your mouth obediently, expecting him to shove his fingers in.

“Aren’t you greedy?” He taps your nose, smearing your juices. Your confused face makes him chuckle as he places his lips on your nose kissing and licking it up.

Your checks flamed “I-I...”

“This,” he holds up the finger that was still wet with your juices. “Is mine. You can get what’s yours in a bit. Be patient,” he placed his finger on his lower lip, swiping the pad of his finger onto his tongue before closing his mouth to suck on your juices.

You let out a groan watching the erotic sight right before your eyes.

His hand slowly draws away from his mouth, a string of saliva still coating his index finger. He sighed softly, the bulge in his pants visibly twitching as it slowly grew more needy. He had truly tasted heaven.

You were so eager for his cock. That you begin to slip your hand to your clit, hoping to get some relief and of course Taehyung caught you seconds before you reached your burning core. “Taehyung put it in already,” you begged. “Please,”

Fuck, he had no patience left to think, and instead decided to spur into action especially when he wanted to tease you a bit more. He placed his hands at the back of your knees to push your legs up, his ears peeking up, focusing on how pathetic you sound at your new angle.

’My precious little cunt, made to take my cock,’’ He beams, tugging his boxer down to position himself in his favorite little hole. His cock stayed still, with the occasional rubbing against you. The cock that you know so well, somehow still made you breathless.

You squirmed around him for more friction. “Alpha. I beg. I beg,” you whimper when he doesn’t immediately fills you up with his girth.

He bares his teeth and grips onto your hips. You were ready and he knows it.

In a second, he was half way in, and the next, he had buried himself inside of you to the hilt. It was a swift snap of his hips, that ended with you howling, but becomes muffles when he placed his lips over yours.

He continues to buckle into you. Feeling you stretch out and tighten at the same time. “Ughh you’re so hot,” he groans. “Your pussy was made for me, just for me,”

The rigor force and accuracy of his cock pushing into you and abusing your sweet spot while he begins to slip a hand under your shirt, sent you delirious. You grip the bedsheets tighter with every motion and touch. “More! Taehyung more,”

The way your breast bounced with every thrust made him lifts your shirt up to get a better view of your perky red nubs, before attaching his lips. God, he really loved how you tastes. How hot your skin becomes at the simple touch, and how you made him into the horny mess he is now.

You moaned, desperately wanting to feel him even more. He was so damm perfect. The way he was fucking and biting you, made you only love him more. You try to wrap your legs around his torso, no longer caring that you were so in love with your fuck buddy. That your inner she wolf was begging you to get marked by this man.

“Shit, I need to hear you make that sound again,” Taehyung growls in your ear, thrusting in you even harder. One of his hand going back to tug at your nub.

His dick runs at his own pace, a pace that you loved, yet you couldn’t catch up with and you curse, moaning his name as he continues to push in and out of you. Your vision is taken, when you feel the knot in your stomach.

“Tae-ah, so close. Cum with me,”

“Gonna come on my cock, hmm?” He pistons into you.

“Yes...” you whimper, wrapping your arm around his neck.

His words are a jumbled mess as you clench down around him, feeling your own orgasm reach its highest point.

You jut your hips as you come undone around him. Your legs losing your grip around his waist. And he slams harder into you, causing him to plunge deeper inside your already sensitive pussy. That does it for Taehyung.

He lets out a cry before he lets his cum shoot thick ropes into you. “Fuck. I love you, Y/n, my mate,” You freeze at hearing such word. You never heard such intimate words comming from him. Never. Ever.

Your heart hammered in your chest at Taehyung's sudden confession. A weight was suddenly lifted off your shoulders. "You , you love m-me?" You croaked out.

“More than anything,” he groans. Nestling his cock inside you. Making sure he doesn’t let any of your mixed juices out of your core. Making sure you are bred well. Making sure you won’t ever run away again.

“I love you too,” you say at the heat of the moment and his cock still buried deep within you. Wait. Isn’t this too weird? “This is some heat talk, isn’t it?” You questioned even though you really hope he denied it, and you sighed in relief when he did.

“No! I really love you!” You let out a giggle at his sudden seriousness.

“Don’t give me false hope. If you don’t really like me then say it now” he whines.

“I love you too. So stay”

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[kelieah]

can’t help it (arvin russell x reader)

request (summary): @dhtomholland​ : hi !! i have an arvin request... what if arvin easily gets jealous when boys hit on y/n at school or jus try to talk to her and it was cute at first but y/n get annoyed at some point which leads to a small fight but arvin makes it up to her w flowers and telling her he jus wants to protect her 🥺🥺🥺

word count: 1.7k

warnings: language ofc, angst, fluff

edited: i also kinda forgot halfway through writing this that u requested he wanted to protect, i changed that up a bit sorry !!! also why the fuck am is my gifs not loading grrr

a/n: awwee this requesttt,, sorry for the late response. i’m not as quick as i used to be w requests 

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You like Arvin a lot, that’s something you couldn’t deny. But lord, ever since you started dating this boy you don’t think you could ever get used to his temper and overprotective attitude. You appreciated it, of course, it’s just that there were many times when he’d let it get the best of him.

There was this one time he was picking you up from school, but you weren’t at the front like you usually were. So he decides to park and walk to your locker to see if you were there. You’re there, but with the company of someone else. His heart rate spikes at the sight of someone, or to be more specific, some candy-ass boy talking to you. He slowly walks over, not wanting to startle the both of you, and listens in on the conversation.

“I- I could help ya with the homework for math class. If y- you want of course,” the sweet, frail boy whose name is Cole, offers you.

You smile softly and nod while closing your lockers, “I would appreciate that a lot! I think I’m free—”

Before you could even finish your sentence you notice Cole huddle in fear before you. “Hi,” you hear a familiar voice from behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and places his chin upon your shoulder.

“Oh, hey Arvin,” you murmur softly and glance over at him. You know what he’s up to so you push him off slightly to return to your conversation with the other boy.

“Uhm, h- hello there. A- Arvin,” Cole mutters and cowers underneath Arvin’s piercing glare. 

You huff and shove your boyfriend aside. “Don’t mind him, like I was saying. I think I can after Sunday Mass, by the trees and tables if that’s alright?”

He gulps as he averts his eyes back and forth between the both of you. “Y- Yeah, is that okay?”

“I just said it’s alright—?” you stifle a laugh until you get cut off.

“Yeah, just studying though. If she tells me otherwise, I’ll cut your—'' Arvin threatens, causing every ounce of color from Cole’s face to drain.

“I’ll see you Sunday, Cole! Bye!” you immediately pull Arvin away and squeeze his hand harshly. “What is the matter with you!?”

“What?” he asks cluelessly and looks back at Cole who had already run off in complete fear and embarrassment.

“That poor boy. He’s just asking to study with me, that’s all,” you smack his arm.

He scoffs and shrugs you off. “Doll, I know you’re dull sometimes but c’mon. Every boy in the school probably wants you. Even boys like him, they just got some type of strategy or some shit,” he runs a hand through his hair and avoids your piercing glare. “Dull? First off, fuck you. Second, every boy? Arvin, grow up baby. I’m yours, and only yours. M’ pretty damn sure everyone knows that. Now fucking apologize or else I’m walking home,” you stop in your tracks and cross your arms. 

He stops as well and turns towards you, giving you a blank expression. You remain firm and raise an eyebrow at him, almost testing him to try you. “Sweetcakes, m’ sorry,” he groans and takes a step towards you.

You take a step back and raise both your eyebrows, continuing to stay stubborn. “Sorry, what?”

He takes one more look at you and wavers in defeat. He trudges over to you and falls into your arms, stuffing his face in your neck. You stifle a laugh and hold him up, hugging him close. “I’m sorry for threatening that stupid boy with dumb glasses. I just really like you and don’t want nobody touchin’ my girl. Nobody. Not even God. I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I won’t get jealous or overprotective again,” he drags out his words and whines against your skin.

You throw your head back and giggle. “Arvin! Okay, okay. You big softie. Apology accepted stupid. But, you better apologize to him too, okay?” you push him off you and glance into his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Kiss?” he pouts and leans towards your face. You roll your eyes and oblige, pecking his lips. You walk off towards his car and he let out another whine, complaining about how the kiss was too short.

You love how you’re able to bring out this vulnerable and softer side to Arvin. You’re lucky enough that he even started dating you. It shock you that the boy had emotions. You’re only partly joking about that. It’s a true miracle the way you make him fall to his knees for you. You both couldn’t get enough of each other. Though, there were days where Arvin really got on your nerves.

He just promised the other day to not get too jealous or overprotective, didn’t he? Yet, here is now cursing out the same boy who helped you with your studies behind the school’s building. “What the fuck do you want with her? Huh? I saw the way you look at her, don’t you lie to me boy damnit!” he raises his voice at Cole.

Cole stumbles back and hits the wall as Arvin holds his collar, “I- I swear it’s nothing like that Arvin! I promise, I’m just helping her out that’s all! W- We’re just classmates, I’d never try to meddle. Please man!” he begins to weep covering his face as Arvin raises his fist.

“Arvin Eugene Russell!” the two boys hear a louder voice from behind them. There you stand with an infuriated expression. Your jaw clenched your face red and your hands on your hips. 

Arvin mutters a handful of curses underneath his breath and lets go of Cole reluctantly. Cole plops down on the floor and hugs his knees to his chest as he watches the argument unravel between you and Arvin.

“Doll, this isn’t what it looks like. I was just lecturing him I swear—” Arvin holds his hands up in defense.

You completely ignore his attempts to redeem himself and brush past him, helping Cole up. “I am so sorry, are you okay?” you ask softly.

He wipes away his tears and nods in response. “Y- Yeah I’m okay, thank you. I should probably go now. I’ve caused enough problems,” he pulls away from your grasp and plays with his hands.

“No, you haven’t caused anything. I think he should go now,” you turn your head towards Arvin and send him a warning glare. He stares at you back in disbelief and clenches his jaw. You both stare at each other for a little longer, as if you were both challenging eachother to see who would back down. Arvin’s the first to crack. He scoffs and turns sharply on his heel, making his way back to his car.

“I- I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Cole bubbles sadly and wipes the sweat beads off his forehead. “I really am.” “Don’t be stupid, you’re fine. It’s my damn boyfriend’s problem, not ours. Come on, let’s go grab some ice cream,” you sigh and walk ahead, leaving him scrambling to catch up with you.

After the nice hangout with your newly made friend, he walked you home and apologized once more which almost made you slap the boy. Though it was calming to spend time with a friend other than your boyfriend, you still couldn’t believe Arvin’s recent behavior. 

You know he can get overprotective, but jealousy is something you never expected. You take your mind off of him once again by doing some homework until your peace is interrupted by the sound of loud knocks on your front door. “I’m coming! Jesus,” you yell frustatingly as the pounding on your poor wood gets louder. You open the door to see Arvin with a guilty expression, a heap of flowers in one hand and a dozen of pop in the other. You raise an eyebrow at him and lean against your doorway.

Your silence pushes him to speak up. “Look, I’m. I- I’m,” he grumbles out and avoids your gaze, staring at the ground.

“I’m?” you decide to poke at him and cross your arms, enjoying the entertainment in front of you.

“I didn’t mean to,” he huffs and holds out the things he brought, looking back at you.

Your face now remains unamused. “Come again?”

“Christ, woman,” he rolls his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry I almost beat the kid. I just hated the way his beady little shit eyes were staring at you. I coulda sworn the fucker was going to take you from me. I don’t want anyone to take you from me. I mean I know you’re not mine— No you’re mine, but not in a possessive way or something. I don’t know. I’m trying here, hell. I just, I’m just scared one day you’re gonna find someone better than some ditz like me,” he lets the bottled up feelings spill out his mouth like word vomit.

You look at him surprised and purse your lips, examining his face. He finally makes eye-contact with you and smiles weakly. You stifle a laugh and pull him into a bone-crushing hug that causes him to let out a soft gasp. He places down the flowers and pop, wrapping his arms around you instinctively. “Now you listen here fool, like I’ve said a million times. I’m yours, okay? I know I ain’t your object, and I’m glad you know that too. But nobody is gonna take me from you. Nobody, not even Paul Anka,” you tease quietly, earning a chuckle from him that makes you smile in content. “Wanna know why?”

He presses a warm kiss against your shoulder and sighs, “Why?”

“Cus I love your dumbass,” you murmur into his ear and rub his back comfortingly.

He tenses a bit and smiles happily, stuffing his face in your neck. “I love you too,” he mumbles incoherently into your skin. 

You giggle and run a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp. “Can you promise me not to do anythin’ like that again?”

“No,” he admits and begins to sway your body as he holds you.

You whine breathlessly and pull away to look at him. “Arvin! Why the hell not?”

He grins cheekily and shrugs nonchalantly, “Because I can’t help it.”

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Arackniss head Canons (That will pertain to this blog) So Some things you need to know about THIS Niss

I try to keep as close to canon as I possibly can in My Muse portrayals, but I do still have personal head canons that I will put in them as well-- To kinda make them mine--

*Is not really as much  of an ass as he puts on

he is stand offish at first. and can be intimidating. He had a tough raising, with his responsibilities pretty much beaten into him growing up--both literally and figuratively-- so he is pretty much constantly living under the weight and pressure of his father even if he doesn’t agree to or enjoy doing what he does. 

*DOES like to have fun--

His idea of fun is just different from Anthony’s. He’s a thrill seeker but of a different type. Games like “Man Hunt” “Hunter vs. Predator” are things he enjoyed playing as a kid. He likes the thrill of the chase and gets bored if things are too easy for him. But he also enjoys things as simple as walking --preferably at night-- it’s calmer

*DOES actually have a “sense of humor”

He just doesn’t show it publicly especially not to his brother or his family. But he can actually be quite sarcastic, and a little bit silly depending on company he keeps. He plays tough but if he lets his guard down enough around you he will often be cheeky and mischivous in a playful realm. As far as his jokes go...he tries. --Personally, he thinks he’s fuckin’ hilarious and everyone else “just doesn’t have a GOOD sense of humor” No...No Niss...we just don’t get YOUR sense of humor..

*Likes Jurassic Park and Dinosaurs

Im not sure if this is actually canon or not but i have read a few comics and listend to some ASMRs incorporating this and I liked it. I’m keeping it. Also drives a Supra. Black.

*Says and acts like he doesn’t care-- but actually does care.

He often says he “hates” Anthony but this isn’t actually true. They are brothers. He’s always going to care about him, even if he doesn’t say so. Apologizing for him is hard. Emotions are weird. but he is trying. He does want to be there--to help-- he just doesn’t know how. So his relationship with his siblings, especially his brother is just really complicated. 10/10 lurks in allies, or somewhere near by to keep an eye on them once in a while. 10/10 has silenced a few creepers that followed them and tried to attack them. Anthony can take care of himself and he knows that but sometimes he still lends a silent hand.  Would do favors if asked. WANTS to take care of them..WANTS to be there...

To be relied on---

Just. Doesn’t. Know. How. 

Making pretty much any and every interaction with his brother a bit awkward at times and a little frustrating.

*Is eaten by his guilt.

He DOES feel guilty. Doesn’t know how to express it. But DOES want to change. IS trying.

*DOES have a soft side

he just doesn’t show it. Ever. Except Depending on the company he keeps and how close they can manage to get to him. He isn’t easy to get close to. it does take time and patience, but very much has layers that will peel themselves away over time. If you are someone important to him, he indeed will behave softer for you. Privately.

*In terms of love and romance

He likes to keep things private. He’s not super into PDA. he will do dates however and the casual hand hold but any more serious flirting, cuddling kissing *fucking* if he is lucky (or unlucky)  enough to catch feelings for someone he prefers to keep private.

*Likes to be “Tall”

He’s a little guy. He knows it. he hates it. He likes to be tall. likes to feel big. And carries himself as such. he is a TOP. --he CAN switch and bottom but his partner would have to earn that usually by beating him, he gets off on a power struggle of sorts. Will not bottom unless “made to” --obviously speaking in consensual sex sense. (So technically a switch? with a HIGH KEY Top preference...and a little bit of a bratty nature.)

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Hi I saw your post about haikyuu and you taking request, can I request an angst to fluff poly with kuroo and kenma, where kuroo and reader are dating and kenma really like reader so he confess then there's fluff,,,,, if you're not comfortable that's ok, thank you tho!

Ack im so excited for this- THANKS FOR REQUESTING! This is also my first ever poly fic and it might be a pretty long one since I kinda got carried away oop- I hope this is what you had in mind!👉👈

Idiot

Kenma x Gn!Reader x Kuroo (Poly)

Warnings: Angst with a fluff at the end to make up for it

Synopsis: Kenma tried to hide his feelings as he saw the two people he cares about is dating one another, but his pent up feelings made itself known.

"Tetsuroo!"

Kenma heard your voice echoing through the gym, he was just about to warm up as he puts his switch in his bag when he felt your presence.

"How many times have I told you to take a break!? You're sick!" You scolded their Captain, already changed from your uniformq into the Nekoma Volleyball Club's tracksuit as you pulled him by the ear.

"Im fine! I can totally play! Kenma tell Y/n!" He shouted for his friend, desperately trying to participate in the club activities.

Kenma couldn't really focus on what his friend was saying as his eyes were transfixed to you, taking in your features and just basking in your presence. All he managed to muster up is a nod and hum.

You sighed, shaking your head "Go home. Don't drag Kenma in this. I want you to rest, the sooner you get better the sooner you can play volleyball. Understand?" You spoke, voice laced with authority as you being their manager kicked in.

"Ughh, im so jealouuus! I want someone to care for me like that too!" Yamamoto sighed as they all looked at yours and kuroo's bantering frame. "Seeing how sweet they are makes me wanna throw up." He added as they saw their captain trying to woo you into making him play.

"Then who's gonna take you home? Just come with me-" Kuroo persisted but you just merely cut him off. "No. I'm not here just as your s/o but also the manager for the team. I need to perform my managerial duties as well as check up on them too, you know. I'll just go home with Kenma." You said, still not backing down. The entire Nekoma team still watching you both. Kuroo let out a huff and raised his hands. "Fine fine.. you win.." he grumbles as he grabs his bag.

You shot him a cute smile and waved as he left the gymnasium, "Love you tooo!" Once you made sure he already left, you turned towards what was left of the Nekoma Team.

"Now, have you all finished doing your warm- ups?"

Volleyball practice has come to an end as you found yourself walking alongside Kenma who was busy playing a game. The sound effects of the game fills the deafening silence between you two.

You glanced over him, taking in his features while he was completely unaware. Too focused in his game to even care about his surroundings, you sometimes even have to pull him when he was getting dangerously close to the lamp post or was about to trip over something.

Unbeknowst to you, Kenma was far from being focused. His mind was in shambles, thoughts darting back and forth in his head making him loose focus and actually getting defeated in the game. He tried his best to calm his nerves by gripping on his nintendo switch as he weighed the pros and cons if he was going to confess to you right now.

"Uh.. Y/n".

He called out softly, his eyes widened slightly. He was not meant to say that out loud. You stopped humming as you turned to your side "What is it Kenma?"

Kenma's eyes darting back and forth at his surroundings, trying to find the words to say as his voice got caught in his throat. You looked at him more closely, leaning to observe his features. "Kenma.. are you okay?" You said worriedly, putting a hand on the underside of his jaw to check the temperature.

Before Kenma could even stop himself, those words that he wants to tell you throughout the years you've known each other made it's way out of his mouth.

"I like you a lot."

It was like time has stopped, your hands went stiff as your eyes widened, you tried to play off your iitial shock with a laugh "Kenma, you wouldn't have stuck by me and tetsu's side if you didn't like us." You teased, trying to ease the akward tension between you.

"No, I love you."

At this point, Kenma wants to bash his head against a concrete wall. Since when did he ever got the balls to be bold?

Your hand found its way to your sides as your mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words to say, meanwhile he just stared at the luminescent light his game was giving off.

"Kenma..."

You started, unsure of what to say to the setter "I-i didn't know you felt that way.." You said softly, the feelings you had for him that is tucked away slowly resurfacing.

"It's fine.. You're dating Kuroo anyways.. I just.. felt the need to get it out of my chest." He waved it off, trying to act indifferent about it but what you didn't know was his heart was shattering as the uncomfortable silence grew between you both..

You took in a sharp breath as you stared up at the sky, trying to find the word to say between the setter and you. "Does Kuroo know about this?" You asked him, still looking up and avoiding his gaze.

You can't fall for him again, you already have the most caring and amazing boyfriend that happens to be his bestfriend.

"No. I don't know what will happen if I ever told him.." His voice growing softer by second, you finally grabbed his shoulders and looked at him.

"Kenma.. I don't want things changing between us, you already know im dating Kuroo and.. you're a great friend. I love you to bits okay?"

Kenma looked down as he tried to hide his tears, the words displayed on the device mocking him.

Defeat.

You sat in your bed, on the phone with Kuroo.

"Kenma.. He said something to me earlier." You started as you heard the shuffling of sheets from the other line. "And that is?" He asked a bit intrigued.

"He said he liked me." You dropped the bomb on the unsuspecting Kuroo, the line went silent for a few seconds before he spoke up. "You told me you liked him right?"

You looked down as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, "Yes." . Kuroo asked again, "Do you still have feelings for him?" You sighed "Tetsuroo.. I'm dating you now-"

"Just answer me."

The three of you grew up in the same neighbourhood, you became bestfriends with both and initially fell for Kenma. You didn't plan to tell anyone but Kuroo found out and pratically forced you to spill. A few years later you began dating Kuroo, him confessing and you accepting it. You thought your feelings for Kenma were long gone but here you are, back to square one.

"I thought I got over it.. but it resurfaced.." You mumbled, tearing up and hoping that a fight wouldn't ensue.

Kuroo sighed, "Okay."

You looked at your phone then pressed it up again on your ear. "Okay what?" Your voice laced with a little bit of panic.

"Okay."

"What do you mean okay Kuroo Tetsuroo!?" You asked him frantically, afraid he was going to end it with you over the phone.

"I just need time to think." He said as the line went dead. You dropped your phone beside your bed as you let a few tears fall.

The next few days had been rough, Kuroo wouldn't answer your calls and avoided you as you have been trying to avoid Kenma who is in the same class as you.

"Still not okay Y/n-chan?" Yaku walked alongside you as he checked over you. You sighed as you shook your head, eyes puffy from crying sessions you partake in the evening

"Kuroo didn't broke up with you over the phone did he? I'll wrangle hi-"

"I didn't, no reason to beat me up." The voice you know all too well spoked up as your posture stiffened, not looking back.

You felt him grab your wrist and lead you outside "Let's talk." Your breath hitched as you saw Kenma outside, by the looks of it, he was waiting for you and kuroo to show up.

"Now that we're all here, let's make things clear." Kuroo started, "Kenma and I have talked about it. Don't worry, we didn't fight or somethibg like that." He chuckled

"Since you both like us we came up with a solution.." Kenma said softly, eyes still not meeting yours. You kinda felt guilty for avoidibg him.

"Why don't you date both of us?" Kuroo asked, his hands finding it's way to Kenma's which definetly didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Do you guys like each other..?" You asked, still looking at their intertwined hands. "Yea, we talked about it and realized our feelings." Kuroo said as he held your haid and waited for a reaction.

You smiled and squeezed his hand "Good. I don't think I can date you both knowing you'll probably compete over my gorgeus self."

Kuroo laughed while Kenma has a small smile on his face "Kenma.. I'm sorry for ignoring you for the past days..please forgive me?" You asked, taking his hands to yours. What you didn't expect was a light kiss on the cheek, "I think you know the answer."

"Oya? What about me?" Kuroo pouted, asking for a kiss, Kenma complied but you just ran away, laughter echoing in the now empty halls.

"Y/n my kisseeeees!" Kuroo yelled after you, as you relentlessly teased him while running.

Kenma looked at his boyfriend and s/o while sighing, a small smile plastered on his face. What a bunch of idiots.

His idiots.

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Yandere Alphabet: Toshinori Yagi

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Oh shit this blog is actually getting attention now uh--

Okay, okay. I know what you’re thinking. “Why the hell would he be one of the scariest yanderes in MHA?” Two words: 100% Approval. (well technically three but tomayto tomahto) Even if you managed to get ahold of someone and tell them he’s holding you hostage, they’d probably dismiss it as a prank. If you ever got free, you bet your ass he would use his vast influence to get you back. Hell, even some of the villains admire him and could do the dirty work for him. Easily tied with AFO, no question.

I’m using OFA!All Might here, not after he loses it. Just FYI.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He’s so incredibly gentle with you it would be sweet if this were any other situation. All Might is keenly aware of his own strength and size and would never forgive himself if he did something horrible to you, even accidentally. He’s one of the sweeter, softer yanderes; although he’s no pushover, he wants you to trust and appreciate him and as such will not touch you unless it’s something gentle like a headpat or running his fingers through your hair, or even a light hug.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He’s the Number One, so of course he has moral dilemmas he has to abide by, but if a morally-questionable fellow were to mess with you he wouldn’t think twice about being rougher with them. Generally he tries not to cause a fuss due to the public backlash he would receive. (He doesn’t even need to, anyway; given his admirers on both sides of the fence, it’s likely an adoring villain would track down his competition and kill them themself.)

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

As stated above, he’s incredibly gentle with you. He tries to keep up a happy façade whenever he’s around you to try and keep you calm, and he wouldn’t dare mock or be mean to you. Even if you yell and scream and fight back, the most anger you’ll see is just disappointment in you (and damn if that doesn’t hurt worse than anger coming from someone like him).

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

No. Never. Not in a million years. He’s madly, obsessively in love, not a complete monster. He still has a moral compass that he struggles with; just kidnapping you would make him feel incredibly guilty. Violating you against your will, however good it would feel in the moment, he could never forgive himself for.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He tells you whatever you want to know. Of course there are some things he can’t tell you, but other than that he’s fairly open about most things. He still struggles in telling you about his mentor Nana, though.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He’d feel disappointed, if not a bit sad. After all he’s done to try and soothe your anxiety, you still fight him? He easily holds you there, careful of your Quirk, and pleads for you to calm down and think rationally about this.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Your heart is never a game to win, just like you aren’t meant to be won to him. All Toshinori wants is for you to love him as deeply as he loves you (well, maybe minus the obsession). If you did try to escape he would sigh and give you that disappointed frown as he does more to prevent another one before chastising you and hugging you afterwards.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Honestly? His disappointment over you being stubborn and fighting back/trying to escape. There are seldom few emotions besides calm happiness that you see on his face, and just the sight of his stare of disappointment is enough to make you squirm uncomfortably and feel guilty over what you did.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He just wants a life with you at his side, free from the stress and worry of AFO trying to kill him. Once he finally defeats his old enemy for good, he wants to retire somewhere far away with you, maybe in the countryside, where the two of you (and perhaps a few children, should you wish) can live in peace.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He doesn’t get jealous that easily. He knows it’s silly to lash out over petty feelings like that. He just gets slightly irritated, but quickly pushes that feeling down and goes over to interact with you, hopefully to steer your attention back to him.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He looks like a man in the honeymoon phase. He always looks over at you with a small smile. Sometimes he might headpat you or hug you gently. If he did kiss you, it would be the faintest of pecks on your forehead.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He doesn’t need to do much. All he has to do is save you from the monster of the week, and when you ask to return the favor he offers to go to his favorite cafe with you. You’re so starstruck that you agree, and from then on he acts like a total gentleman, ensuring that you fall head over heels quickly if you hadn’t already.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really. True, he does wear a grin all the time as part of his persona, but even in private he doesn’t really frown much. He’s a little more cynical about life when away from the general public, but he still acts like the hero he is.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He would lock you in a room with just a bed in it, totally isolating you from the outside world, for at least a day. It has a bathroom connected to it, so you don’t have to worry about that, but by the time he comes to bring you breakfast in the morning you’re willing to apologize and talk to him again to stave off boredom.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He doesn’t want you to feel trapped (although that kinda fails anyway), so he’s willing to let you have monitored contact with your family as if things were normal. He allows you to have a few of your old hobbies to keep yourself happy, and internet access is totally monitored 24/7. But even if you could somehow post that you were being held against your will by All Might, who would believe you?

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

His patience knows no bounds. He knows that his devotion isn’t exactly the healthiest and tries to rein in his own urges a lot of the time, and is quite sympathetic and understanding if you freak out or have anxiety about it. He never raises his voice at you and tries not to show anger around you so that you aren’t more afraid of him.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. Actually, your departure would greatly impact his own mental health. If you died, he would disappear from the hero world, quietly retiring somewhere far away. If you disappeared, he would search nonstop for you to try and apologize before abruptly retiring, his guilt interfering with his hero duties.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Oh you know he’s struggling with that part long before he actually does. His moral compass is still strong as ever despite his obsession, and that’s the biggest thing he questions about himself. The last thing he wants is to drive you away when you’ve proven you like him more than just being All Might. If he knew it caused you too much irreversible distress however, eventually, he might consider letting you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He never really thought of loving someone else until he met you. He forced himself not to get attached to anyone considering AFO’s determination to kill him, seeing anyone else as a target too big. But he’s still incredibly lonely, and when you proved that you liked Toshi, not just All Might, he started to reconsider his no-attachments rule and wanted you to continue to love him.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

It kills him inside to see you upset. He does whatever he has to do to comfort you and get you to calm down, even if it means leaving you alone for a while at your request. if you try to isolate himself, he visits you often, trying to talk to you and cheer you up.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He’s not into violence. At all, actually. He much prefers to take things slow and peaceful. Even if he had a rival, all he would have to do is forcefully separate you two or let one of his fans dig up dirt on them to get them to stay away from you. He would never consider manipulating or hurt you either.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

There’s not much you can exploit, honestly. Toshinori knows that for a long time you’d do anything if it meant getting away, but as things go on and you seem to warm up to him, if you don’t end up getting Stockholm you could manipulate his love for you into letting him give you a little too much freedom. Warning that this only works once, and if you fail that’s it.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Never. Not physically or mentally. He’s not into gaslighting or manipulation, and he sure as hell wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you. He won’t even touch you if you don’t want him to.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He reveres you as if you were a divine being. He’s so gentle with all of you and wants you to feel loved and safe. He doesn’t mind wooing you first with sweet gestures and kindness if it means he can see the adoration in your eyes.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Honestly, he could go on forever. Toshinori is a master at playing the long con, and he considers you very much worth it. Hell he would willfully disappear from your life if you even got injured because of him. It’s unlikely he would stoop to kidnapping you; you’d probably end up moving in on your own.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He would rather let you go.

#yandere alphabet #toshinori yagi #yagi toshinori #all might #yandere all might

[callsignavalon]

Published: 2/13

pairing: touya x sister reader

warning: incest, noncon, virginity, breeding, literally just kinda hardcore shit that makes people uncomfy

amorous entanglement

The youngest sister.

A prize to be fought for, innocent, teasing, always following the rules and getting whatever she wants. You were the only one of your siblings that had daddy wrapped around your perfect little fingers.

Soft and warm and hiding all those deep fucked up thoughts in your perfect little head.

Touya knew his little sister couldn’t be as perfect as you pretended to be. How could it be so? Soft tits poking out of your little sundresses you didn’t wear bras with, cute nipples straining against your big tee shirt you wore to sleep in, or even in those nice little school button up shirts.

Touya imagined there was much more to your perfect little act. Why else would your small hands pull a little extra hard when you played with your big brother's hair?

Why would you sit in his lap when everyone was gathered around watching a movie? Did you not notice the way his cock would twitch under the thin fabric of your shorts? Did you not mean for his cock to fit perfectly between your thighs when you took the liberty of sitting in his lap?

He had seen your eyes linger just a bit too long when he’d be working out, cheeks flushed as you bit down on your tongue. The way you always insisted on ‘watching’ him play his games so you could learn, but really he knew you got off to watching him get so worked up over a game.

Sometimes late at night, when nobody should be awake he could even hear the soft mewling sounds of you playing with your pussy.

Touya let his mind wonder to what it would sound like if you moaned out for your big brother, your nii-san. He craved to have your pretty lips around his pierced cock, to watch drool fall Touya needed to know what your pussy felt like clenched around his cock.

He wondered if you were untouched, pussy free of anyone's touch but your own. Perfect and innocent and waiting for your big brother to use.

When the opportunity presents itself to Touya, he doesn’t even hesitate to take it. Just the two of you were home, and would be the whole day, he would take perfect advantage of finally tasting his sweet little sister. He had called you into his room, asking if you wanted to come watch a scary movie with him. ‘You can sit in big brother's lap if you’ll feel safer.’ he had said, easily convincing you to watch the movie with him.

“Stop moving, you make it hard to concentrate.” Touya growled with annoyance as he squeezed your hips, a little whine falling from you as he did. “Touya-nii, don’t wanna watch this anymore.

You lazily leaned into his chest, craning your neck to watch him. His grip on your hips didn’t falter, “What do you wanna do?” his voice comes out softer, quieter than normal. His palms smoothed over your stomach, rubbing and slowly moving under your shirt.

“Nii-san will keep you safe.. I can keep you warm and protected from those monsters..” He felt you shiver as he let a single finger drag softly from under your breasts and down your stomach, he almost couldn’t wait. But he had to drag this out, had to make sure he hadn’t been imagining all the little things you did, had to know he was right about you. Touya needed to know his sweet little sister was just as fucked up as he was, or he’d never forgive himself for what he was about to try and do.

“Touya-nii, why are your hands under my shirt?”

“Just want you to be warm, you keep shakin’ so I assumed you were cold.”

You weren’t cold, but you shrugged it off and settled into the warmth of your big brother's strong hands, eyes focused back on the tv in front of you. Touya waited, let you get back into a trance of watching the scary movie before his hands slowly cupped your delicate breasts. Your body shuddered against him, a small pout forming on your lips as your eyes peered up at him.

“What are you doinggg?” Fuck, that whine. That whiney little pitch your voice held that made your brothers cock harden and strain against his sweats. “Touya-nii.. Stop ittt.” His attention finally came back as you squeezed at his arms to push your big brothers hands away.

“But they’re so soft, can’t nii-san just hold them while the movie plays? I won’t squeeze.” But he did, he palmed at them, rolled them in his hands as soon as the words left his mouth. Your entire body tensed, your aching, untouched pussy clenching in response to his touch. No, no, no. This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real. Your silence brought an unwarranted pinch of the soft bud of your nipple, a small squeak leaving your lips.

“Nii-san, s-stop.” You could barely get the words out, because you really didn’t want him to stop, but you knew it was wrong. You knew your cunny coming to life at the small touches was wrong, but all you’ve ever wanted was your big brother to touch you.

“It doesn’t feel good?” He asks, pinching and toying with your breasts, sure to leave bruises on the sensitive skin. Your head fell onto his shoulder, reddened face hiding within the warmth of his skin. “It does, but it’s wrong..” You mumble, nails digging into his arms as he continues the assault on your breasts, all while you hold back little mewls of pleasure from leaving your mouth.

“Tell me it doesn’t feel good, that you don’t want this. Fight me and push me away, and I’ll stop..”

“Nii-san just wants you to feel good.. wanna keep you safe in my arms..”

Your death grip on his arm falters, your face and body visibly relaxes as you let yourself slip into your nii-sans touches. “Always dreamed about touya-nii touching me..” It wasn’t a lie, from the very moment you were born touya had been the one who loved and cherished you. He took care of you when you got hurt, showed you how to do things, was gentle with you in his own way. Your big brother, your Touya-nii, has always made you feel safe and loved, so why deny the pleasure of him doing this for you? Why stop your big brother from helping out his sweet baby sister, just like he always did. This didn't have to be any different.

“M’gonna make you feel so good baby, let big brother show you how good you can feel.” His hand moved down your quivering body, palm over the entirety of your heat. Your hips met his hand before you could even think, not that you had a coherent thought anyways, you were only thinking of your nii-sans cock in you.

Touya didn’t wait long, one hand keeping you firm against his chest as long fingers rubbed rough circles into your sensitive clit. “F-feels good..” You cry out against his chest, face hidden as you try to muffle the sinful moans leaving your lips. Touya moved his fingers quickly and harshly, he would make you cum before you got your big brother's cock. He had no intentions of being gentle, your big brother had wanted to watch you cream on his cock for months, and he wasn’t gonna take it easy.

Your first orgasm ripped through you quickly, but his movements didn’t stop. Touya had you on your back, face buried between your thighs before you could even reject it. His thumb kept a steady pace on your clit, pierced tongue dipping into your warm and sensitive cunt. He had imagined this multiple times in his head, came so fucking hard everytime he thought of how his baby sisters pussy would taste on his tongue. And fuck did he wish he wouldn’t of waited so long. He was devouring you. Both hands under your thighs, holding you in place as your body writhed and shaked at his touch.

You big brother had his tongue shoved as far as it could go, slurping and lapping up your sweet juices like you were his last meal he’d ever have. Your tiny hands had a firm grip in his bright white hair, whimpers and loud pleas for your big brother flowing out your mouth. “Please, please, please..” you were so fucking pathetic under his hold, but touya wasn’t paying attention to your words, he was busy eating your precious cunny out. His forbidden paradise. Touya could stay buried between your thighs for hours, making you cum on his face until you couldn’t handle it. But your big brother could barely handle it, he had to fill up your pussy right now or he’d cum in his pants.

The sound of clothes being thrown off brought your attention back to the present, eyes wide as you take in your big brother's cock. Your entire body shuddered as you took it in, mouth salivating at the sight of your nii-sans pierced cock. He moved between your thighs and rubbed his swollen cockhead between your soaked slit, groaning as he watched you clench around nothing. He was about to push himself in to your perfect, welcoming cunny when your small hand reached forward to stop him. Touya’s head tilted to the side, watching your wide eyes stare at him nervously.

“You’ve never been fucked before have you?” When your head shook no, he couldn’t help but be slightly guilty for the way his cock twitched in excitement. “You want big brother to take your virginity? Wanna let your nii-san show you how good a nice big cock feels baby sister?” Your hips jut forward in response, nodding your head quickly as you watch your big brother. “Want touya-nii to fuck me good.” And he sure as fuck did.

Touya pushed the tip of his cock in, groaning as he sank his length further into your wet cunt. He lets out a few praises, giving you time to adjust to his length before he gives a few needy thrusts. He was being nice by giving those first few gentle moments, but he wasn’t going to hold back. His thrusts began quick, sloppy and showed his neediness for you as low moans left your big brother's mouth. He loved the way your tight virgin pussy clenched around him.

“Tell me how good I feel.”

“Let big brother touya know how good he feels in your pretty pussy.”

“Nii-chan..” you purr, pussy fluttering around him as you grip onto his arm. “Touya-nii’s cock feels so good in meee..” He rubs your clit, growling as you clench around him again. You were so fucking tight. Everything he could've ever imagined. His baby sister, you were perfect. Soaking wet on your big brothers cock, begging for him to fuck your pussy like good big brothers do. He was right about you, he knew his sweet little sister was just as fucked up and needy as he is. And god, would he fucking cherish your sweet little cunt.

“Nii-san owns this pussy.. gonna fuck you so good.. gonna cum in my little sisters virgin pussy..” he moans, thrusts getting sloppier as he starts to lose control. “Nii-san no,.. can’t cum inside.. can’t-.” Your voice was cut off by a loud moan ripping through your throat, Touya’s fingers rubbing quick circles around your swollen clit to silence your complaints. “Cum on nii-chans cock.. cum for me little sister, show big brother who you belong to.”

“Nii-san… wanna cum all over big brother’s cock..” He continues his assault on your clit and soon your thighs are squeezing around his waist, eyes slammed shut and head lolling to the side as you cum on your big brother's cock. A few more sloppy thrusts and you’re milking your big brother's cock as his hot cum coats your walls, filling your pussy to the brim. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..” He groans out, ramming his cock into your cunt, mixing your juices together.

Touya goes to pull out, but you clench your pussy down on him, tugging your brother closer and begging for him to stay in. “Please nii-chan, please stay inside me, don’t wanna lose you..” touya nods, warm arms wrapping you in his embrace as he lays on his side, pulling you with him. His hands soothe over your back, letting your naturally cool body warm up in his embrace.

“Love you touya-nii, never wanna love no one else..” He grunts, soothes a hand over your sweaty hair, kissing your head. “Go to sleep.” He says, and you do, a content smile on your face. You finally had your nii-san and he had you, the bond between two siblings that could never ever be broken. You’d forever be tainted by your big brother's touch and never wanted to let anyone take you again.

a/n: idk I’ve never wrote smut and lowkey love this but anyways pls comment hehe.

#bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha oc #my hero academia #anime fic #mha x y/n #yandere #dabi x you #bnha dabi #bnha touya #touya x reader #mha touya #touya todoroki #bnha todoroki

[gureishi]

okay so~ this HC request is for both saeyoung and GE saeran (vee relationship deal)

so i have this huge white bunny plushie (i'll probably send you a picture of it in DMs). i've had it for a very long time, probably since i was a very little kid. i don't think i'll ever give it away lolol. i go back and forth between just letting it sit around and actually using it, and by "using it" i mean:

i tend to sleep on my side, and i'll wrap my arms (and sometimes my legs) around that thing and hold it securely when i go to sleep. a lot of times, i sorta need to hold onto something when i sleep? or like, have my hand under the pillow (which is still kinda holding it, if you think about it). and so the bunny is great for that. and... i may or may not've put saeyoung's jacket on it a couple of times hehe 👉🏻👈🏻 cos that way i get to hold both! (though i definitely have held just his jacket at least once)

i'll most likely give you a few more details in DMs, but the gist is... what would be their reactions to seeing this? im not exactly ashamed of it but i probably wouldnt do it until i was more comfortable, you know? cos its still kinda... "embarrassing" but on a smaller scale.

[417]

YESSSS I WAS SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS ONE.

As I think I’ve told you, I sleep with a very large stuffed leopard named Liliana. So for anyone who’s wondering: yes, it’s me, my partner, Liliana, and our 50 lb pitbull in the bed every night. It’s...something.

So this is just an excellent scenario and everything about it is good.

Also! I dunno if this is relevant, but I figure that in the world of my fic, the boys each have their own bedrooms. Our MC is sleeping in one room or the other, depending on the night—in my story specifically, she’s still sleeping in Saeran’s room like 75% of the time. But over time, it becomes more even. Anyway.

Ahem as always when I write reader X both twins, they are both dating you but not each other. <3

Saeyoung and Saeran with an MC who sleeps with a huge bunny plushie

If you’re a little bit embarrassed about the bunny, maybe you don’t bring her around at first. Maybe you feel a little guilty leaving her at home (or maybe that’s just me), but you don’t want to start off, from the very beginning, bringing a very large stuffed animal into the picture.

But you are so much more comfortable when you sleep with her in your arms! And somehow she makes her way to the bunker—somehow, you have sat her down in a corner (of Saeran’s room, probably) and left her there.

One night you fall into bed early, because you are absolutely exhausted—and this is rare for you, but your head hurts and you need to close your eyes. And they are still up, both of them (of course they are), and it’s so much better to fall asleep hugging something soft.

So without even really thinking about it, you pull the bunny into bed with you. You are in Saeran’s bed, I think—and your head feels so heavy, and the bunny is nice and warm and squishy in your arms. And sometimes it is hard to fall asleep, but tonight, you drift off quickly.

You wake up to the feeling of eyes on your face—because when he looks at you, you are bathed in such vibrant warmth that it’s enough to rouse you even from a very deep sleep.

“Oh,” you mutter, trying to focus on Saeran’s face through the darkness. “Hi.”

His light eyes trail from your face, to your arms, to what is in your arms. You see him look. You blush.

“Who’s this?” he asks—and his voice is so gentle, so sweet, so full of delighted laughter. “I don’t think we’ve been introduced.”

You mumble something, burying your face in the bunny’s soft fur. Saeran sits on the bed beside you and cups your cheek with one cool hand.

You tell him her name—because what else is there to say?—and he gently pats her head.

“She looks soft,” he says. “Can I hold her?”

He is speaking as if she is a live animal, and his eyes are sparkling as if he feels that she is something very precious. Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you hand Saeran the bunny.

“Ohhh,” he says, as he wraps his arms around her. He lets his face fall into her shoulder, and he squeezes her so gently. It’s really something: his hair is lit up by the moonlight, and he’s got the sweetest smile on his face. The bunny almost completely covers his body—he is not a large human being, after all.

It’s so cute you could cry.

“Would you be upset,” you ask him slowly, “if I took a picture of you right now? I want to try and draw this later.”

He looks up at you; he seems somehow childlike all of a sudden: eyes wide and glittering.

“You want to draw us?” he asks. You nod.

“How could I not?”

He’s thrilled. He’s honored.

He is maybe sleeping with the bunny in his arms that night, if you’ll let him.

So for some time, she lives in Saeran’s room.

But one afternoon, you’re hit with a wave of tiredness. You didn’t sleep well the last couple of nights, and your vision is starting to get hazy. You just need to close your eyes, you think—just for a moment.

Saeran is in the kitchen; Saeyoung is in the garage. And it is so cold in this stupid house, and Saeyoung’s room is always warm. Almost unthinkingly, you wander into Saeran’s room and scoop up the bunny. She’s so soft in your arms that you almost fall asleep on your feet.

You meander into Saeyoung’s room and fall face-first onto the bed, arms and legs wrapped all the way around the bunny. And she is comfy, and the bed is soft, and there are so many pillows...

This time, you wake to the feeling of strong, warm arms weaving around your waist.

Automatically, you squeeze your bunny tighter—in turn, the arms hold you tighter, too. You open your eyes.

It’s still light out—you can’t have been asleep for long. Saeyoung has found you here (drawn to you, as he always seems to be), and has wrapped himself around you. You turn your head to kiss his cheek.

“I wanted cuddles,” he murmurs sleepily into your hair. “But it looks like you already found somebody to cuddle with.”

Ah: caught in the act again.

You laugh, feeling your face growing hot. Saeran loves the bunny, but Saeran loves everything, and—and—

“She’s cute,” Saeyoung whispers into your ear. “Just like you.”

“I’ve had her for ages,” you tell him, wiggling her ears in his face. “I didn’t really mean to bring her in here, but...”

Saeyoung shakes his head, his hair falling into his eyes. He’s taken his glasses off, and he looks particularly sweet and sleepy.

“Listen,” he mutters. Ah—now he is blushing, his cheeks a lovely shade of pink. “When I came in here and found you and this huge bunny asleep in my bed, I...” He trails off, at a loss for words. “It’s just—you’re—”

Ah, and you love him like this, stammering and enraptured. You roll onto your back and smile into his flushed face.

“Oh, are we taking a nap?”

You turn. Saeran has found you, too—they can’t seem to help always drifting into your orbit, the two of them. He’s in the doorway with an amused expression on his face.

“Yeah!” Saeyoung says, wiggling around beside you. “And did you know we have a fourth member of our family?” He cackles, giving the bunny’s head a little pat. Saeran cocks an eyebrow at him.

“I did,” he says proudly. “You didn’t?”

You sigh, turning to hold out your arms to Saeran. He comes to you—of course he does—and folds himself contentedly into your arms.

And there you are, all four of you: you, your two beloved boys, and a very large bunny. 

On one side, Saeyoung is warm and solid. On the other, Saeran is cooler, softer. You’ve got a head on each shoulder, and a comfy bunny in your arms. 

You smell soft, well-loved fur and spring rain and smokey honey. You’re enveloped on all sides: safe and soft and warm.

You close your eyes. Just for a minute, you think—or an hour, or maybe two. 

You could stay right here, wrapped up in their tender adoration, forever.

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #choi sandwich #headcanons #asks #417 #fwends 🥺 #<3

[tobiosmilktea]

hey! i really love your headcanons! can i request osamu, atsumu, and sakusa with a female s/o who's into ballet? like how would they react when their s/o perform or how would they feel when they see their s/o put so much effort in her career as a ballerina. thanks before! 💖

ballerina girlfriend w/ osamu, atsumu, and sakusa

a/n: finally my years of binge watching the royal ballet youtube videos have come in handy ✨😌

— m. osamu

his guilty pleasure is watching ballet performances on youtube occasionally

honestly, it wasn’t his fault because you were the one who pulled up a video of the variation you were trying to learn on his account and all of a sudden he started getting ballet videos all over his recommendations

he doesn’t mind tho cause he finds them kinda relaxing

and whenever he watching a performance of one of the variations you’ve been working on, he’s genuinely shocked you could even do every move

he loves watching you practice whenever you’re not at the company

lowkey, osamu would probably be one of those people who don’t actually do the dance/sport but still point out if they made a mistake or not (like watching the olympics type beat)

“isn’t your leg on the forth attitude supposed to be devant??” or “it’s a forth position croise, maam.” or “i dunno, y/n, your bouree could be better” (i don’t know if any of this is correct btw 💀)

i think he watches a little too much royal ballet lmao

he’s really proud of you when he finds out you were promoted to principle as it’s one step closer to becoming a professional (once again idk if this is accurate)

it had been your dream since you started ballet so osamu has been really supportive of you the moment you two started dating

whenever you forget something in your kit or if it runs out (maybe like tiger balm to ease the soreness) know that osamu is on his way to save the day

he always asks if you’re feeling alright whenever he comes to pick you up from rehearsal cause he knows you like to give it your all when you’re dancing

unlike atsumu, osamu knows audience etiquette when watching your performances and only claps the absolute loudest whenever your variations are over

he tries to go to every performance you have no matter what, but he did have to miss one of your performances cause he was in tokyo for nationals

but he still supported you despite being five hours away

bonus: you sometimes get sick of osamu being nit-picky whenever he watches you practice so you make him learn a few ballet moves

he’s lowkey decent for someone who has never done ballet ngl despite almost rolling his ankle trying to land a pas de chat

— m. atsumu

homeboy thought he had it pretty hard balancing volleyball and school work but you honestly took the cake on this one

atsumu always knew that you were a hard worker and is usually really busy, but i guess he didn’t really notice that the majority of your time went into ballet when you weren’t focusing on school

he didn’t notice how much effort you put into your hobby until your ballet company’s performance was only two weeks away

literally the moment the school’s bell dismissed classes, you were already out of the classroom door trying to get to rehearsal on time considering you’re a principle and you wanted to warm up for the hours of practicing coming your way

there were days where you and atsumu only see each other during lunch breaks at school because your schedules often overlap

you two try your best seeing each other and sometimes surprise one another if someone’s practice ends up being shorter than usual or if the season isn’t in full swing yet

lowkey i could see atsumu leaving vb practice asap just to see you practicing

since homie is STRONK™️, he would help you break in your ballet shoes

his favorite part is when you let him beat the absolute crap out of the toe box (i.e hitting it against the concrete floor or stepping on it) so you can have a softer landing when you dance

however, sometimes you have to stop him from overdoing it our else the toe box is too weak to even support you anymore (it happened once and you didn’t have time to break in a new pair)

after a long days worth of practice, the ones where you could barely walk, atsumu would be there holding you up and walking with you everywhere

and this happens often even if you feel fine cause his practice always ends before yours so he’s always showing up at your ballet company to pick you up cause he’s a responsible bf

atsumu is such a supportive boyf, but definitely a loud one

the first performance he saw of yours (let’s say you did esmeralda’s variation) he would be clapping along to the beat as if he was in a russian audience

he ended up getting shushed at BUT when you did Don Quixote, he was having the time of his life clapping during the act 1 finale when you were doing pirouette’s across the stage

after each variation that you are in, he’s so loud like 🥺🥺

wow we love a supportive mans

afterwards he would give you the biggest bouquet he could afford and takes you out to a celebratory dinner cause he thinks you’re absolutely amazing

bonus: he would try some basic ballet moves but he’s honestly not that flexible

his ankles said bYE

— s. kiyoomi

sakusa’s super respectful of your hobbies and that you’re generally a busy person when it comes to it

he tries to spend as much time with you even if it has to do with ballet

whenever he’s over at your house and you’re rehearsing a variation, he loves watching you even if you do mess up

sometimes you would ask him to double check what the next move is just to tease him cause you know he doesn’t know shit about ballet

“sakusa, what’s after the arabesque?”

and he’s like “um... i think you go on your toes after that”

wow thanks for the help dude,, very descriptive

unlike the twins, his support is more on the quieter side

he isn’t one that’s into ballet like osamu or loud and chaotic like atsumu, but you’re aware of his support

he tries to attend every one of your performances and often times gives you massages after a very harsh rehearsal

sakusa even lets you ramble about the shit that goes on in that ballet company of yours and he acts like he understands half of the stuff you’re saying

“can you believe that yuri got principle instead of naho?? literally, naho did the sugar plum pas de deux with haruto better than yuri did. like her bourees are soo clean, i’m jealous”

principle?? pas de deux?? bouree?? lol just nod and agree sakusa,, we’ve all been there

this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t try his best to learn everything that you’re saying as you practically did the same for him with volleyball

you deadass learned how to play (not that you’re any good), learned all the positions, the possible calls, and all the rules just so you could watch his games and understand them

sakusa likes things to be mutual so he tries learning balle terms but all the french is kinda throwing him off a bit

despite going to a lot of your performances, you don’t push him into going since you know how he feels about crowds and such

especially when everyone is walking in or out once the show is over, you know sakusa is going to get overwhelmed and you always tell him that he doesn’t have to go

but he wants to prove to you that he’s a good bf that’s supportive so he pushes through either way

on the plus side, it’s easy to spot sakusa in the crowd cause he’s the only one wearing a mask

you don’t even have to see his face in order to know that he’s proud of you 

bonus: because sakusa is trying his hardest to know the basics of ballet, he basically forces you to teach him some moves

when you teach him all of the positions, he’s surprisingly good esp at fourth and fifth position

you knew he had flexible wrists but you didn’t know it also applied to his ankles too LMAO

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #atsumu x reader #atsumu imagines #atsumu scenarios #atsumu hcs #atsumu headcanons #osamu x reader #osamu imagines #osamu scenarios #osamu headcanons #osamu hcs #sakusa x reader #sakusa imagines #sakusa scenarios #sakusa headcanons #sakusa hcs

[wincestismyguiltypleasure]

Warnings: Weecest, a little angsty, jealous!Sam, bratty, emotional, and confused baby brother content, feminization, name calling, humiliation, sadist!Dean, spankings, and of course, that sweet, sweet fucked up codependency. 💋

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Sam just wanted Dean's attention. He always had.

And when he didn't get it, Sam felt not only emotionally, but physically injured by his brother's "neglect." Like Dean had taken his switchblade to Sam's heart, cutting it open just a little bit to play with it. As if he was curious to what was inside. Like Dean had no clue know that every vein, artery, and nerve worked in unison for him.

And over the years, that small wound had ripped open wider and wider on it's own, even though it was no secret that Dean's life had always revolved around Sam.

Perhaps it was a product of Sam's jealousy? His resentment towards John and the unshakable devotion Dean showed him?

Sam didn't really know. But no matter the cause, what was once a dull ache in Sam's chest was now a blinding pain. The only hope of soothing it resting solely on his big brother's touch.

And the worst part about it? Dean knew. He knew Sam was desperate for something so simple as a sideways glance or a pat on the back. Sam would poke and prod and tug at the hem of Dean's shirt for just the slightest bit of recognition, like he really didn't know that he was already the very center of his big brother's entire world.

It was infuriating sometimes, and it made Dean want to be cruel just to prove a point. Besides, at the end of the day, Dean was still Sam's big brother. Ignoring him was part of Dean's job description. And maybe, just maybe, Dean got a sick sense of satisfaction out of making Sammy beg like a slut for something that was already his.

"Dean, c'mon! Pay attention!"

John had only been gone for ten minutes before Sam was shaking Dean's leg violently, trying to make his brother look up from the magazine he was reading.

"Jesus Christ, Sam. Can't you leave me alone for five fucking seconds?"

Dean doesn't have to see Sam's face to know the younger boy is pouting; the corner of his lips turning up in a twisted smirk at the thought of his little brother's pretty eyes starting to water.

There's no answer to Dean's question, just a loud huff and the sound of the bathroom door slamming, rusty screws barely keeping it on the hinges.

And if Dean didn't get such a kick out of being an asshole to his needy little brother he might have felt bad for hurting Sam's feelings. But he doesn't, mainly because this was all part of the sick, fucked up game they'd been playing since Sam had turned sixteen. This volatile give and take, back and forth, born out of Sam's misguided pain. The younger boy thinking that Dean loved John more than him and Dean's cutthroat determination to prove his little brother wrong. To show Sam that even if he isn't looking, he's still paying attention. And that he couldn't stop paying attention to Sam even if he tried.

Honestly, Dean still gets a little hot under the collar thinking about the first Sammy pushed his buttons like this. He'd been both mortified and so disgustingly turned on when he found out that his sweet baby brother knew just how to act bratty and coy to get fucked through the mattress. God, Dean was so pissed and guilty about it at the time that he'd almost thrown up afterwards.

Even now, Dean feels kinda queasy. But the feeling is so simple to ignore this go around because he's also rock hard and shaking a little from the anticipation.

Oh, and of course, Sam makes him wait. Almost two fucking hours. Tiny beads of water still dripping from the younger boy's long, dirty blonde hair when Sam finally emerges from the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of lacy blue panties and a triumphant smile.

"Seriously, Samuel?" Dean asks, trying his best to keep his voice steady as he tosses his magazine to the side and sits up.

But Sam, being the shameless little tease that he is, just grins wider and does a slow turn. Making sure to show off every sharp curve and flawless inch of sun kissed skin he had before looking over at Dean and giggling.

"Think you can ignore me now, big brother?"

Sam barely gets the words out before Dean is off the bed, marching over to him with purpose, not stopping until the two of them are only a few inches apart and his baby brother's eyes are wide with fear.

"What do you want, Sam?" The older boy asks through gritted teeth, even though the answer is so painfully obvious.

And even though it is, Sam can't say it. He's never been able to because it's Dean's job to know. Without Dean guiding the way, Sam's just a confused kid with a need so intense and overwhelming that it could swallow him whole. And it would, if it wasn't for Dean.

Dean knows what Sam wants, and Sam hates the fact that he doesn't hate his brother for making him feel this way.

But still, he can't talk and he can't explain, so instead Sam just whines. Taking a timid step forward into his brother's personal space, searching for pity with those big innocent doe eyes. And fuck, does that do the trick. Every. Single. Time.

"What, baby?" Dean asks again, this time softer, his expression lightening as he grabs Sam by the wrist to pull him closer.

"Dean."

Sam's knees feel wobbly. His heart threatening to pound out of his chest because there's nothing in the world more intoxicating and simultaneously terrifying than looking into Dean's gorgeous green eyes when they're full of rage and passion.

"You want this?" Dean's voice is rough, like cigarette smoke blown over shattered glass as he guides Sam's trembling hand between his thighs. Pressing his little brother's warm palm hard against his erection before he makes Sam squeeze just a little, the both of them letting out a breathy groan.

"Please Dean," Sam whimpers, knees nearly buckling when Dean leans forward with a filthy grin, cherry red lips ghosting lightly over Sam's. The older boy teasing him like he always did. Pretending like wasn't eventually going to give Sam everything he wanted and more.

"Say it."

Sam's stomach clenches at the command, throat going dry because he hates this part. (Or at least Sam pretends that he does.)

"I want..." Sam groans, eyes closed tight as Dean nuzzles against him, making Sam go crazy with need. "I want your cock. Please Dean."

When Sam hears Dean chuckle, a low, filthy sound that makes his insides feel unbearably hot, Sam almost starts crying again. He's so naive and inexperienced compared to Dean. And Dean knows Sam feels like an idiot when his big brother makes him talk dirty. Which is exactly why he does it. The bastard.

"I know you do, baby boy," Dean laughs as he takes a step back, and Sam swears he feels his heart detach and drop into his stomach. Long, bony fingers instinctively trying to curl around Dean's shirt but to no avail.

"Dean-"

Sam's temper tantrum is cut short when Dean sits down on the foot of the bed and raises a hand, the look on his face calm but dangerous and it makes Sam almost swallow his own tongue.

"C'mere and lay across my lap."

"Why should I?"

Sam's voice doesn't sound like his own when he challenges his brother. It's weak and breathless and honestly, Sam can't believe an apex predator like Dean didn't go for his throat right then and there.

"You've been buckin' for my attention all day, sweetheart. You got a better way to get it?"

God, Sam wishes he did because the last thing he wants is to give in so easily. But what Sam's been dying for is right here in front of him now. Ripped jeans wrapped tight around thick thighs that he'd sell his soul to be bent over and Sam isn't about to turn down an open invitation.

"Gotta hand it to you, little brother," Dean says when Sam's finally stretched out across his lap. Sam's pretty face, flushed and tear stained, hidden in the mattress as Dean starts to soflty rub circles against his ass. "Despite all that fuss, you really are an obdient little bitch."

"Fuc-"

Sam nearly gags on his insult when he feels Dean's palm, rough and warm, connect with his right ass cheek. The blow hard enough to make his whole body jerk, tears of frustration rather than pain starting to blur his vision as he squirms in Dean's lap.

"Dean, please," Sam begs, his tight panties completely soaked through as he rubs himself desperately against Dean's thigh. His cock so hard and swollen that he feels a little dizzy, pleasure and pain fighting for dominance in his mind. Every one of his nerve endings on fire as Dean continues his ruthless assault. Each gentle touch followed by a thunderous smack that Sam swears makes his teeth rattle.

"Hey, don't cry, baby boy," Dean whispers when one of his rough blows finally rips a sob from Sam's throat. "This is what you wanted right? My undivided attention?"

Sam chokes back the urge to tell Dean that he hates him. One, because he doesn't. They both know that. And two, because if Sam doesn't swallow his pride soon and play by Dean's rules, he knows he'll never get want he really wants. That's what all this is about after all. Sam's insatiable need and Dean's absolute willingness to provide.

"C'mon, Sammy. You're a smart kid, you know what your answer should be."

Sam's only response is a loud, wanton groan, his knuckles turning chalk white around the blanket beneath him when he feels the tip of Dean's finger, rough and slick with spit, tease his rim. Pressing just hard enough to make Sam's hips jerk, but not applying quite enough pressure to slip inside him.

"Yes," Sam croaks, daring to push back against his brother's finger only to be rewarded with a smack to his right ass cheek that makes him see stars. "This is what I wanted."

"I know it is, slut."

Dean's finger feels wetter this time, hotter. And Sam's not expecting his brother to push in so deep, his eyes rolling back in pleasure when Dean barely grazes his prostate, clearly torturing Sam for all the shit he'd put him through that day. An eye for an eye was most definitely the Winchester way.

"You want me to finger fuck this tight little pussy until you make a mess all over your cute panties, don't ya baby boy?"

"Yes! Fuck Dean please." Sam isn't even trying to hold back his sobs now, big salty tears rolling down his cheeks as he wiggles around in Dean's lap. Desperate for his big brother to fuck him deeper. But before he can get the leverage he needs, Sam's empty again, mouth hanging open as Dean's next blow makes his whole body rock forward involuntary, neglected cock throbbing painfully against the worn denim of his brother's jeans.

"I'll give you want you want, Sammy," Dean coos, caressing Sam's battered skin with his palm. "I always do. But first, I'm gonna teach you a lesson about acting like a brat."

Of course, Sam's been taught this lesson before and it hasn't seemed to stick. But it doesn't matter, because they both know as long as Sam craves his big brother's attention, Dean will gladly put him in his place give it to him.

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Hey! Would u wanna write one where right after cuba in the hospital charles asks her to sing to him, and all she can remember is an old song from sweden (slightly personalized in that, i hope you dont mind!!) called Flyktsoda by ebba grön, she sings in swedish and he translates lyrics by telepathy. she ends up kinda confessing with the line "dont be scared of me, i am so scared of you" bcz shes a bit scary and mad all the time but shes super weak for charles. then u can decide how it ends 🥺🥺

Request: Requested by Anon

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Fem! Reader

Prompt: Hey! Would u wanna write one where right after Cuba in the hospital Charles asks her to sing to him, and all she can remember is an old song from Sweden (slightly personalized in that, I hope you don’t mind!!) called Flyktsoda by Ebba grön, she sings in Swedish and he translates lyrics by telepathy. she ends up kinda confessing with the line "don’t be scared of me, I am so scared of you" bcz she’s a bit scary and mad all the time but shes super weak for Charles. then u can decide how it ends 🥺🥺

Warnings: self deprecation? Charles isn’t okay and neither is the reader 

Author’s Note: I don’t mind at all ^.^ I listened to the song and it was super catchy, even better when I found out what the lyrics translated to (I speak no ounce of Swedish lol 😅) Sorry it took so long btw, I fell into a funk but here I am, forcing myself out 😬

Requests Are Open!

After the events of Cuba, Charles hadn’t been the same. He wasn’t to blame, of course, his whole world had changed with a single bullet. It was heartbreaking to witness the once cheerful man turn into this broken person. He plastered on a smile when he needed to and he pretended to be the same cheeky man, but (Y/N) knew it was an act. Not only had he lost his legs, but he also lost Raven and his best friend Erik that day. Despite Erik being capable of making his own choices, Charles blamed himself for what happened. He blamed himself relentlessly and it annoyed (Y/N) because she knew the turmoil it was giving the man. She hated seeing Charles putting himself through that self-inflicting guilt. 

No matter how many times (Y/N) or Hank tried to tell him it wasn’t his fault, Charles still continued to place the blame on himself. Charles did stop communicating that guilt out loud around them when they visited him in the hospital, but (Y/N) was willing to bet that it still resided in the back of his mind. She didn’t have to be a telepath to know that because she could easily see it in his eyes. She liked to think that she knew him well enough through everything they’ve gone through together. 

Before Cuba, Charles and Erik had found her working a tireless job to keep herself off of the streets. She was barely scraping by and she lived in a crappy one-bedroom apartment. It was located in the bad part of town and the crime rates were skyrocketing, but the mayor didn’t care to fix that. So she suppressed her powers and forced herself to fight for what little she had. She couldn’t afford for her landlord to figure out that she was a mutant and kick her out. Thankfully her mutation was easy to hide, as long as her emotions were kept intact. The only hint at her mutant powers was the growing life around her wherever she went, meaning, she could manipulate plant life either with a thought or a simple touch. It aggravated her to see people treat the plants in her neighborhood soo poorly. 

When Erik and Charles first went to collect her, she couldn't understand what they would want with a girl like her. She was on the verge of homelessness, worked a dead-end job, and had a criminal record. The charges against her weren’t too serious, a couple of shoplifting charges and she might have beat a guy up here and there who tried to attack her. But regardless, she knew she wouldn’t fit in with the others Charles and Erik had recruited. So when she met them, she glared her way through each conversation and ignored the CIA’s requests. But for some reason, Charles managed to worm his way into her heart. Maybe it was his charming smile that should have annoyed her or his eyes that were shockingly blue. Or maybe it was the fact that he understood her even though he was the complete opposite of her. Whatever it was, Charles was the only one who had seen her softer side. 

It was almost funny seeing Hank’s shocked face when he witnessed her caring side for the first time. They had both decided to visit Charles in the hospital when Charles had asked for a small favor, some comfortable clothes, and (Y/N) had readily offered to get them. Hank was possibly more surprised than was necessary. (Y/N) did nice things! The other day she helped Erik with his powers, granted that was before he betrayed them and Hank wasn’t there to witness it. Now though, (Y/N) reserved her soft spot for Charles. Hank seemed to understand, he didn’t make any comments about it; but that was probably because when Alex did, (Y/N) manipulated the roots of a tree to keep him stuck for a whole night until Charles turned a disapproving eye on her. He learned his lesson after that though.

But that was all before Cuba. Now it was just (Y/N), Hank, Alex, Banshee, and Charles. But even Banshee and Alex went their own way. (Y/N) couldn’t say where they went, she wasn’t sure. But she did know that their departure had added to Charles’ grief and guilt. She made it her duty to stay by his side while he was in the hospital, a reassurance that she wouldn’t leave him. Charles had turned her into this soft mushy person and it scared her shitless. She couldn’t remember the last time she had loved someone. But the thought of him leaving or being taken away terrified her. Charles terrified her. But she pulled herself together so he wouldn’t realize anything was wrong, he didn’t need any extra guilt.

(Y/N) sat next to Charles's bedside, a book in her hands to keep her busy while Charles slept. She arrived early that day because of the construction happening on the street where the hospital was located and she didn’t want to be late. She wasn’t expecting Charles to be awake which was why she brought the book. She was immersed in the story when Charles woke up, which is why he surprised her. 

“You’re here early,” He spoke groggily.

The flowers’ leaves on the other side of Charles’s bedside shot out of their vase and wrapped around Charles’s wrist, forcing it flush against the bed. (Y/N) might have gotten startled since she was distracted. She looked up with a guilty smile and released his wrist when he gave her an unamused look. “Sorry, you scared me,” She grumbled.

“It’s alright, love,” Charles rubbed his wrist. He hadn’t expected the grip to hurt since they were tulip leaves.

“How’d you sleep?” (Y/N) set the book in her hands aside and shifted so she could face Charles. 

“Okay, I guess. I’m ready to get out of here,” He shrugged. He adjusted the bed so he could sit up.

“I can ask the doctor when you can be released if  you’d like?” (Y/N) offered. 

‘No, it’s okay,” Charles waved her off, “I’d much rather keep your company a little longer,” He smiled. 

(Y/N) nodded, a faint smile on her lips. “Of course,” She drummed her fingers on her lap. “Did you need anything? The nurse? More medicine? Food?” 

“I’m alright for now, thanks though… Can I ask you a question?” Charles hesitated.

“Yeah, anything.”

“Do you mind if, you can say no, but do you mind if I ask you to sing me a song? I’ve been quite bored here and the radio stations are rather crappy and there’s never anything good on the telly,” He rambled.

“Oh, uh,” (Y/N) furrowed her brows, what song would she sing?

“Never mind, it was weird of me to ask, you don’t-”

“No, I’ll sing for you uh, Is it okay if it’s in Sweden? I can’t really remember any songs right now,” (Y/N)’s cheeks flushed and her fingers began to fidget in her lap.

“I don’t mind,” He smiled kindly.

(Y/N) nodded and cleared her throat, here went nothing, “Lyckan kommer, lyckan går. Dom säger tiden läker sår. Jag släcker lampor. Jag öppnar fönster. Letar efter mönster. Jag kommer aldrig. Jag kommer aldrig, kommer. Kommer aldrig komma hem.”

‘Happiness comes, happiness goes. They say that time heals wounds. I turn off lamps, I open windows. Searching after patterns, I will never, I will never, will never come home,’ Charles lay back in his bed, his eyes closing as his mind translated the lyrics for him, one of the better aspects of his telepathy, the ability to understand any language.

“Flyktsoda, ta mig i hand. Sätt mig i brand, ibland ibland ibland. Flyktsoda ta mig i land. Sätt mig i brand, ibland ibland ibland,” (Y/N) could feel her stomach flipping, her chest filling with anxiety. She hadn’t realized how much this song actually meant until now. She hadn’t been happy before Charles came into her life. She was merely going through the motions, living because it was expected of her, but with Charles, hell even Hank, they gave her a reason to keep going. Only Charles was her reason for staying.

‘Escapesoda take my hand. Set me on fire, sometimes sometimes sometimes. Escapesoda bring me to shore. Set me on fire, sometimes sometimes sometimes,’ Charles inhaled deeply, (Y/N)’s voice soothing the ache in his chest. He appreciated everything she has done for him while he was hospitalized. If it weren’t for her, he was sure he wouldn’t have made it out in one piece. He barely made it with her there, but her persistent presence kept him grounded and kept him from falling into despair. 

“Var inte rädd för mig. Jag är så rädd för dig,” (Y/N)’s voice stuttered over the words. They pierced her heart when she sang them. They rang true and she was afraid it revealed just how much Charles affected her.

“Don't be afraid of me. I'm so afraid of you,” Charles's eyes opened when he heard the vulnerability in her voice. He looked at her with questioning eyes, he almost felt bad when he read what she was thinking. 

“Do you really think that I am afraid of you?” He asked softly.

“I, well, everyone else was, why not you too? I hurt you just a little while ago,” She pointed to his wrist.

Charles's wrist was rubbed raw from the leaf, but it wasn’t too bad, plus he had startled her, “I startled you, it wasn’t your fault.”

“That’s not the point Charles, I’ve done some bad things so why wouldn’t you fear me?”

“You fought to protect yourself. You are so much more than your powers, (Y/N). You’re magnificent, you’re amazing.” Charles wished he could reassure her and comfort her more, but his fucking legs couldn’t move. He shifted as best as he could, “Now why do you fear me?” He wondered.

(Y/N)’s heart was racing, she swore her heartbeat was louder than the heart monitor attached to Charles. “I- you don’t- why-” She ran her hand through her hair. “If I tell you, promise me this won’t change anything between us, okay? You’re all I have and I can’t lose you as a friend.” She spoke softly.

Charles nodded, “You could never lose me.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, wondering how to start. How does one even tell the person they love they fear them because of the hold they have on their heart? Charles managed to shove his way into her life and now she couldn’t picture her life without him in it. “I fear you because how easily you fit into my life,” She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, though she didn’t know why she was crying, shame maybe? “For a long time now it’s been just me, I had nobody, my parents didn’t want me, my landlord was looking for any reason to evict me, my co-workers were all selfish assholes, and I’ve been attacked countless times by men in the streets. I made sure no one could misuse my trust and I made sure no one could hurt me, but here you are,” She wiped a stray tear that ran down her cheek, “You pushed through the walls I’ve built and now I’m afraid to lose you.”

(Y/N) ran her hand through her hair again, she probably looked so pathetic to Charles.

“You could never look pathetic,” Charles reached his hand out to her which (Y/N) hesitantly took, “I know I said this wouldn’t change anything, but perhaps it can change just a little?” 

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Perhaps once I get out of here we can go on a date?” Charles asked nervously, “You don’t have to agree, and we can continue like normal, but now that I know for sure that you harbor feelings towards me maybe we can-” 

(Y/N) stood from her seat to press her lips to Charles’s cutting off his ramblings. She pulled away from the kiss and smiled, “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

Charles grinned, almost looking like his old cheeky self. He might have lost some things in Cuba, but he gained something too. He’d be damned if he let (Y/N) be taken away from him too. “I hope you know you’re stuck with me now.”

“I guess I can live with that,” (Y/N) laughed, “But promise me one thing okay?” At Charles nodded, (Y/N) continued, “Never tell anyone that I sang to you.”

Charles laughed despite her serious look, “I promise not to tell anyone.”

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