#【 headcanon 】

[incorrectbatfam]

To be fair to Bruce, open carry is prohibited in New Jersey. It's another crime on top of already being a vigilante. Like, come on, Jason. One crime at a time

[goatgoesmbe]

Say whatever you want, but Ghost is a sub at heart— he's just.. so sub that he's willing to dom if that's what his partner wants–

And because he's used to people expecting him to dom, and be like— alright

[k9effect]

I've been seeing so many Thunderbolts tower fic headcanons where they say something along the lines of "Bob stays behind and does the household chores" or "Bob loves to help out around the house" all because of the end credit scene where he says he did the dishes.

I don't think people are realising he said "I did the dishes though!" the way he did, because it was an accomplishment. If you can do the dishes every day, saying you did the dishes means nothing. Bob is a canonically mentally ill character who struggles with depression and related issues. Doing the dishes isn't something he would enjoy or be proficient in, I know from experience. He makes sure to point it out so clearly and proudly because that was a monumental achievement, to do the dishes. He said it how he did because he wanted to show that he WAS able to contribute to the household and was carrying his weight.

Bob doesn't "love" to do the dishes or the household chores. It's something he struggles with, that is a task and a challenge for him daily. People headcanoning that he loves to help out all the time are clearly missing the point of that line in that scene and also like, so much of who he is as a character. Its just mischaracterisation.

[sapphicscribecafe]

Can people please draw them smiling exactly like this more often??

color study but make it caitvi wedding !!

[kira-dofc]

Rich Fanboy! Nanami x Cosplayer! Male Reader

Notes: I'VE BEEN GONE FOR TOO LONG SO I HOPE THE WAIT IS NOT LONG ENOUGH!!! This was in my drafts but never really made anything new... I don't know what to write, any suggestions will be appreciated!!!!

Word Count: 3000

Warnings: Smut! Size kink, unprotected sex, crossdressing, feminization, mirror sex, slight out of character (?) Nanami, Manipulation sex, breeding kink,

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Kento Nanami. A name known far and wide, especially among the wealthy. To most people, he seemed like the perfect man. He was mature, kind, and deeply respected. He had the kind of money others could only dream about. Everything about him seemed flawless, from the way he dressed to the calm way he spoke. People believed he had everything. Money, manners, and a quiet charm that made him very likable. Among the rich, he was the richest. His life was full of luxury, comfort, and things most people would never have.

He lived in a mansion that was the biggest and most beautiful in the whole area. It looked like something from a movie or a fairy tale. The garden around the house was full of flowers, trees, and perfectly trimmed bushes. Every flowerbed looked like it had been painted by a master artist. A team of gardeners worked every day to make sure everything looked perfect. Inside, his house was just as beautiful. Servants kept everything clean and running smoothly. They were always present but never in the way. Everything worked like clockwork.

But even with all of this, Nanami felt something was missing. He had no family. He had never fallen in love. Romance had never made its way into his life, even though people often tried to get close to him. He also had a hard time talking to children. Their loud voices and quick energy didn’t match his slow and thoughtful way of living. Because of this, he often felt alone. He lived in a house made for many people, yet he walked its halls by himself. He was surrounded by beauty, but his life lacked real connection.

Most people believed Nanami was perfect. They thought someone with his lifestyle couldn’t possibly have any problems. But that wasn’t true. Behind his calm face and perfect life was a secret. A secret so dark that if anyone found out, it would destroy the image the world had of him. It was something only he knew. It followed him wherever he went, like a shadow that never left his side. This secret made him feel trapped. He often stared out of his mansion windows, wondering how long he could keep living this lie.

Each day started exactly the same. At 8:00 a.m. sharp, Nanami would wake up. The sunlight came in softly through the tall windows of his bedroom, making the walls glow gold. He opened his eyes slowly, groaning quietly as he stretched his arms. His bedroom was clean and modern. Everything was black, grey, and white, creating a quiet, serious feel. His bed was large, with soft pillows and perfect sheets that looked untouched. Even in sleep, he stayed neat.

The room was silent. Not even the sound of birds could be heard through the thick windows. He got out of bed and walked across the cool marble floor. Each step made a soft sound that echoed through the quiet room. The floor was shiny and smooth, reflecting the morning light. He walked down the grand staircase with slow, even steps. Every part of his routine was carefully planned and followed.

He entered the kitchen, which was full of stainless steel counters and high-end appliances. It was spotless, like something out of a design magazine. Nanami cooked his own breakfast, as he liked the calm it brought. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the air as he moved around the kitchen with ease. He toasted a slice of bread until it turned a perfect golden color. His breakfast was simple but delicious. Sitting alone at a long mahogany table, he ate slowly. The quietness around him made the meal feel peaceful but also a little sad.

After breakfast, he went back upstairs to shower. His bathroom looked like something from a luxury spa. The walls were marble, and the glass shower let warm water fall like rain. The hot water helped him feel more awake, washing away the last bits of sleep. He dried off and put on one of his many suits. Each one was tailored perfectly to fit him. He tied his silk tie and looked in the mirror. The man staring back looked strong and sure of himself. But even in the mirror, Nanami could see something missing in his eyes.

He left the mansion and went about his usual duties. Meetings, events, and quiet drives in the city filled the day. He moved through everything with a calm and steady presence. People nodded at him with respect. Some smiled in admiration. Others watched him with envy. But none of them really knew him.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with soft shades of orange and pink, Nanami returned home. His car, sleek and black, pulled up to the grand gates of his estate. The iron gates opened slowly, and the car rolled along the cobblestone driveway. The mansion stood tall at the end, glowing in the warm light of the evening.

He parked in front of the large entrance and stepped out. His suit still looked perfect, even after a long day. He walked into the house, and the quiet met him like an old friend. Servants greeted him with soft bows. He nodded back, barely noticing them. He was tired. All he wanted was to lie down and rest.

He walked up the stairs, each step echoing softly in the empty hall. When he reached his bedroom, he opened the door and was greeted by soft, golden lighting. The room looked just as he had left it. Calm and neat. He took off his shoes and slipped out of his blazer. Then he unbuttoned his shirt halfway, showing his chest. He dropped onto the bed, the soft mattress hugging him gently. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to relax.

Then, his phone pinged.

The screen lit up with a notification.

It was an Instagram Live.

He blinked, surprised. His heart skipped a beat when he saw who it was.

You.

One of the most famous cosplayers in the world. A person he admired for a long time. Nanami didn’t usually watch livestreams. But this time, he tapped the notification without a second thought. The screen loaded, and there you were.

You were wearing a costume. A pair of cat ears on your head. A cat tail. And, strangely enough, a maid outfit. You smiled brightly at the camera and waved. “Hi everyone!” you said in a cheerful voice.

Nanami stared.

Your smile lit up the screen. It felt warm and real. The kind of smile that could make anyone feel seen. It made his chest feel tight.

Your face was beautiful. Not in the usual, polished way celebrities looked. But in a softer, more honest way. Your eyes were bright and full of life. Your lips curled into a smile that made his heart race. Your cheeks had a soft pink glow. Your hair was dark and shiny, falling gently around your face.

Nanami felt himself blush. He knew he shouldn’t stare. But he couldn’t look away.

To him, you were perfect.

There was something about you that felt different from the people he usually met. Maybe it was how real you were. Or how your energy felt so alive, even through a screen. You weren’t rich like him. But you had something he didn’t. Joy. Passion. A connection to people.

He wanted to talk to you. To get to know you. To be near you. The thought was strange. Nanami had never felt this kind of interest in someone before. Not like this. Not so fast. But he couldn’t deny it.

He wanted you to be his.

He watched quietly as you laughed and answered comments. You seemed so happy. So full of light. As if the world had never hurt you. As if everything was still fresh and exciting. He envied that. But more than anything, he wanted to be part of it.

Even if just for a moment.

As the livestream continued, Nanami laid there, eyes locked on the screen. For the first time in a long time, his heart didn’t feel so heavy. Something inside him stirred. A tiny spark in the dark.  He didn’t know where it would lead. He didn’t know if he would ever meet you.But one thing was clear. His life of quiet routine and cold perfection had just been shaken by something simple. A smile. And it had changed everything. 

He then felt his shaft grew in length.It was tenting on his pants. It's his first time to feel this, especially because he felt this for you.  He was ecstatic to see this charming, boy wearing ridiculous costumes in front of a camera for views, maybe even money. This unnerving feeling made him want to do something, something he never knew he wanted; needed to do. "Shit, what is this..." some words slipped out of his mouth, breathing heavily as the dent grew larger, it became very uncomfortable at this point. He finally gave in, he released the zipper for a thick, long shaft to come out, twitching every time his heart skip a beat. He looked at it, tense whether he should do something about it or not. "Fuck it," He whispered to himself, soon warming his cock with his hands, and start to move up, then down repeatedly as you speak across the screen. To his eyes, it felt like he was facing you physically, something that he wanted, needed just for him to feed on. His continued motion caused him to finally finish, cum spurting to his face. 

He tensed up again, and sighed, not cause of relief, but because of something else. He thought of something, and that something included you. He wanted you. So after that very thought, he immediately picked up his phone again, and called some of his "friends". 

"Yes, sir?" the other guy on the line spoke, Nanami straightened his back, "This person named Y/n, search him up and find his details, call me immediately afterwards," he kindly spoke the the other, hinting something. "Noted, sir. I'll immediately report as soon as we find out." The line ended, Nanami sighed and leaned back to his chair, "I need you, Y/n" 

The very next day your information was given to him. Your phone number, full legal name, age, location, everything. He wanted to call you for a "business proposal" of some sorts. He held the paper your number was written on. He was very hesitant at first, thinking you would feel weird talking to him. But at the end of the day, he dialed in your number, and pressed the call button. The ringing tensed him up, the continuous ringing gave him an unsettling feeling. The ringing soon came to a stop, for a warm voice to come up after, "Hello?" You said, seemingly confused of a sudden call of an unknown number. "Greetings, my name is Nanami Kento," Nanami spoke up, "This talk should be conducted physically, though I do not have the power to do that. Anyway, I'm here to propose a business proposal." He waited for a response, you were shocked that you were talking to the most richest business man in all of Japan, but you were unsure as to why he would ask you, a cosplayer, for a business proposal? "I-i'm sorry sir, but i'm afraid i'll have to-" "300 million yen, nothing more, nothing less." You of course is shocked, what is this job that could pay you almost 2 million dollars? And why does it have to be you? You were pretty tight on the budget, considering you used all of your money for costumes, "O....k?" you muttered slowly, unsure of your answer, before you could talk back, "Good, then that is settled, I will provide you my location, make sure to be there at exactly 7 p.m." The call soon ended. You're still in shock, what the hell is this guy thinking? Well, at this point, you don't have any choice but to go... I guess.

6:30, you arrived early before the expected time. You waited outside a grand, luxurious looking hotel. Was it a hotel, or one of his buildings? You shrugged off the question and waited. your peac was soon interrupted by two men in black, shades planted to their face. "Are you, Y/n L/n? Please come with us." The one spoke, you silently followed them across the wide lobby to an elevator. The ride was taking too long, "wait is this a penthouse?" you thought to yourself. And yes it was, what did you expect from the richest man to have? a rented motel? The elevators shifted open to reveal a modern looking room. A piano to the side, a fountain, and the biggest windows you have ever seen. Your eyes glowed with the sight you were seeing. Your sight seeing was soon cut off short by a tall man walking towards you, "Ah, your here. You two, leave." His voice was commanding, he sounded chilling. He patted you back, seemingly acted out to follow him. 

He led you to a room, the smell of sandarwood filled your lungs. But what caught your eye was a costume, a bikini along with a semi-transparent babydoll dress. You didn't question it, but just decided to still follow him inside. He soon walked up to a piece of paper, along with a pen, "Just sign this contract, don't mind reading it all," You obliged and followed, signing it; what's there to lose? He then spoke up again, "I never told you this "business proposal", but it'll pay you a lot, doubt that you'll decline at this point," he muttered, slowly taking off his watch, walked near you and leaned in, "I want to fuck you." The words slipped out his voice made you flinch. Why would he want that? Would you just sell your body for money? "I-I..." you stuttered, "You have no choice anyway, you signed the contract." You sighed, but you also wanted it at this time. You blushed, and gave him a silent nod. That nod meant a lot to him, he chuckled caressing your jawline slowly. "I gave you a gift," He looked over to the lingerie, "Wear it for me," He whispered closely to your ears, this sent a shiver down your spine, but it made you crave him even more. You went up to it and walked towards the bathroom. Nanami sat down on a chair, "No, strip in front of me." You noticed the large mirror covering the entire wall behind Nanami. You followed, and took of your clothes piece by piece, and showed your hard dick. It was small, but Nanami liked that even more. Your blush made him feel a lot more tense. 

A lot more hungry.

As soon you wore it, he rushed into you and kissed you. It wasn't soft, it was rough, leaving you no space and time to breath. He held your face, and you held his hand. This intense kissing session made you fall to the bed, with his arms grazing your figure. He kissed your neck to your collarbone. He took off the dress along with the bra, playing with your nipples as he kissed your body. Your moans made him become hard even more. You touched his hair, it was hard with the gel still intact and the sharp loose ends at every side of his head. You never knew you would end up this way, slutting over a rich man that's happening to be fucking you this very moment. His groan vibrated to your body. 

His kissing soon came to a stop, and reached up to you, "Suck me" He commanded, his hand over your head. His musky scent made you fall into a trance-like state, something you must follow, something you cannot control. So you fully gave in, pusehd him down the bed, and zipped down his pants. You saw his enlarged dick spring out, precum spilling, matching the beat to his heavy breathing. You leaned in, and sucked. Your tongue was a professional at this, you never knew you could do such acts. You sucked in and out, circling around dick as the musk scent of his pubes covering his penis. You rammed your face to his dick, you don't care if you looked like a whore at this state, all you wanted was to taste him fully. 

He held your head tightly, "Stop, I want to save my babies for your pussy," He smirked, lifting your head to face him. He carried you up, off the bed as you two stood in front of the massive mirror. He took off the rest of his clothes, touching your body like pottery, following your shape, your size, your curves, you. "You look so beautiful, darling," He continued touching you. Without any hesitation, he came inside of you. It was slow, but it felt painful to you. You didn't flinch, you wanted to feel him fully. You held in your pain, holding his chin down for him to look at you. Every thrust made you feel different, with his face looking at you every thrust. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you looked in deeply to your eyes, you looked different, you don't look the same. You wanted him, but do you really want this?

Thrusts soon turn into pushes, you leaned in to the mirror as Nanami held your body close to him. Hi thrusts grew stronger, more than you could handle. Your moans turned into screams, yells, but you liked it either way. Each thrust made you feel different emotions, sadness, happiness, anything. One last thrust, you felt something warm and wet come inside you. Your eyes felt like popping out. His chin rested against your bare shoulders, "You'l be living with me from now on. Don't worry about your life, I'll make it better, if you give in to me." You faced him, and rested your arms to his shoulders, "One question though,"

"Why me?"

[m-theydy]

I have lesbians on my mind.

[thedemonofcat]

Geralt, fed up with the constant strumming and singing, decided to hide Jaskier’s lute. He figured the bard would sulk for a while, maybe complain a bit, but eventually tire himself out—granting Geralt a few precious days of peace before he returned the instrument. He was, of course, mistaken.

In his irritation, Geralt had completely overlooked the fact that Jaskier was a trained musician—one who could play far more than just the lute.

Every time Geralt confiscated an instrument, Jaskier reappeared with a new one—each more bizarre than the last. A mandolin. A hurdy-gurdy. At one point, a kazoo.

It was all mildly amusing, if annoying—until the day Geralt returned to their forest campsite to find Jaskier triumphantly playing a full-sized pipe organ, somehow installed among the trees.

That was the moment Geralt realized he had severely underestimated the bard’s commitment to music... and chaos

[purinbunnii]

SFW Headcanons

1. Unapologetic Flirt

Rafayel doesn’t just flirt — he performs. Every wink, every low-voiced compliment is calculated to make you blush. But it’s never hollow — his eyes always linger like he’s memorizing you.

“Is it my fault you look so good when you’re annoyed with me?”

Example: You’re irritated after a late meeting, pacing and venting. He lounges nearby, watching you like you’re the best show on Earth. “Keep going,” he says, grinning. “You’re even hotter when you’re furious.”

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2. Deep Emotional Awareness

For all his teasing, Rafayel sees people. Especially you. He catches on to every shift in your voice, every flicker of doubt — and his charm quiets into something much more honest.

“You don’t have to be strong for me. I like you just the way you are — tired, messy, all of it.”

Example: After a particularly rough mission, you try to shake it off. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, no jokes this time. “You gave too much of yourself again, didn’t you?”

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3. Possessive in Private

He’s all smooth smiles in public — but behind closed doors, he’s very clear: you’re his. He doesn’t need to shout it. A hand on your back, a heated look — it’s all there.

“I don’t mind sharing your time… but not your attention.”

Example: Someone flirts with you during a briefing. Later, Rafayel pulls you aside with a lazy smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Didn’t know we were entertaining guests.”

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4. Affection Through Touch

He’s constantly touching you — a guiding hand at your waist, fingers ghosting along your wrist, lips pressed just behind your ear for no reason at all.

“You calm me down, you know that? Just… being near you.”

Example: You’re falling asleep on the ship lounge couch. He walks by, sees you, and without a word, tucks his jacket over you and kisses your forehead.

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5. Romantic Mischief

Expect sudden candle-lit dinners in the engine room or love notes hacked into the mission logs. Rafayel doesn’t do boring when it comes to love.

“Routine kills passion. Lucky for you, I’m a professional at keeping things interesting.”

Example: You wake up to soft music and a projection of a sunrise on the ceiling. He’s sitting beside you with breakfast. “Rise and shine, my favorite view.”

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NSFW Headcanons (18+)

1. Slow and Calculated

Rafayel takes his time. He studies you like he’s solving an equation — every gasp, twitch, and moan filed away so he can draw it out longer next time. Control turns him on.

“I want to see how long I can keep you right here… just like this.”

Example: You’re already trembling beneath him, but he doesn’t rush. His hands glide lower, mouth dragging slowly across your skin. “No hurry. We’ve got all night.”

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2. Low, Dirty Talk

His voice drops in bed — deep, dark velvet. He murmurs against your throat, telling you exactly how good you feel, how wrecked you look, how much he wants you.

“You should hear yourself. Do you even know how beautiful you sound when you break for me?”

Example: You’re breathless, fingers gripping the sheets, and his lips are by your ear, voice steady and reverent as he rocks into you. “Take me in. That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

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3. Loves Control — But Gives Just Enough

He likes to lead — pressing you down, holding your wrists, deciding when you come — but only after reading you, ensuring it’s what you crave too.

“You want me to take over? Then say it. I need to hear it.”

Example: He pins you against the wall, but waits. His hand rests at your throat gently, and his gaze darkens. “You trust me, don’t you?” he asks. When you nod, he smiles — slow, devastating — and finally takes.

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4. Praise Over Degradation

Rafayel might tease in everyday life, but in bed? He’s reverent. He wants you to feel like the center of the universe — every kiss, every thrust layered with worship.

“You’re perfect like this. Under me, around me, for me.”

Example: You reach your peak with a cry, and instead of laughing or cocky remarks, he whispers, “That’s it. Just like that. You’re stunning when you let go.”

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5. Intentional Aftercare

After everything, he’s soft. Wipes you down with warm cloths, brings you water, spoons you close. He stays awake just to watch your breath steady.

“Don’t move yet. Let me take care of you.”

Example: You doze off in his arms, skin still flushed. He brushes hair from your face, kisses your temple, and mutters, “You’re too good for me, cutie. I’ll keep proving I’m worth it.”

[anditwasallyela]

The Robins never acknowledge each other.

Like- never. After they grow up into their own heroes, poof, all that history is down the drain. At least, to everyone else.

It's an unspoken rule to the batkids that Robin is a persona- a role. When you are Robin, you are also everyone who came before you. You carry their name, their suit, and the idea they upheld. Robin isn't a particular person, it's an identity or maybe a whole other entity itself.

While we all know how Dick transitioned from Robin to Nightwing, only the older YJ or maybe Teen Titans and the Batfam know that. To everyone else, it seemed like Batman lost his brightly colored child, and a few months later he came back suspiciously smaller while a new vigilante rose in Bludhaven.

When questioned where the first Robin went, Jason scoffed and denied it, telling everyone that he "jumped in a vat of acid which made him smaller". The more times he was questioned, the worse the replies got.

"The Joker cut off my legs and they grew back shorter."

"I had a spine shortening surgery."

"What do you mean? I've always been 4'8."

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Jason dies.

Nobody questions why Tim is there.

Then- an older and obviously blonde female replaces him. And the JL is weary. At this point, it's clear that Batman is just collecting children and not a single one of them knows where any of them are going. Hell, this oldest one they've seen. Maybe they'll get answers this time? The chance is low, but they casually slip it in conversation and then- They can't see, but they can practically feel the glare from beneath her mask.

"What? Can't handle a trans woman? Then you'll be raving about my hair next, huh? God forbid a man wants a change-"

Batman sighs loudly and excuses her from the meeting.

A few months later, a small, tanned, child who wields a katana joins the Robin crew. The JL doesn't ask anymore. They're tired of the shenanigans, and why on God's green earth do they have the same glare?

But eventually, and rather unfortunately, someone lets their tongue slip and-

"Are you not taught manners from where you came from? It's because I'm Arabic, isn't it? Is that how much difference means to you? You know, I'll have you know, the Nanda Parbat trains the finest-"

The barrage of words doesn't end even as Batman enters the room. And all the batkids, somewhere, far away, watching the cowl footage, giggle silently.

[pukefactory]

Might I ask your godly writing hands to write a ena (dream BBQ) x a reader finding ena in their world/ real life | be sure to take breaks and rest well!

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Although I’ve written this scenario previously, I decided to revisit it using unused ideas from the original draft. Consider this a spiritual sequel of sorts. Thank you for your kind message, Anon—I hope you enjoy it!

- SAINT RUNE

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★ Summary: A Compilation Of Headcanons Featuring Salesperson ENA Phasing Into The Reader’s World

★ Character(s): Salesperson ENA (ENA: Dream BBQ)

★ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

☆ She falls through your ceiling like a broken lightbulb. One moment, you’re doomscrolling on your couch. The next, your living room fills with the sound of a dial-up modem screaming as a glitched hole opens in the air. ENA falls out, suspended mid-glitch, pixels distorting her limbs before she hits the coffee table. Her cap lands perfectly upright on your cat. “Hmm. I was aiming for the bathroom. This must be the wrong portal.” Meanie interrupts, “OH MY GOD. OH NO! WHERE ARE THE ORNATE DOORS. WHERE ARE THE OCEANS. YOU’RE NOT THE GENIE!!!” You offer her a glass of water. She drinks the entire glass. And the glass.

☆ She treats your microwave like an interdimensional radio. She presses her mitten hand against it like it’s a sacred relic. “This here box… it hums with culinary prophecy,” she whispers. You tell her it just heats leftovers. She ignores you and begins twisting the dial with surgical reverence. “It’s encoded. See? 3:33… a prime time. Prime numbers make prime deals.” She shouts into it: “HELLOOO?! BATHROOM?? ANY BUSINESS ENTITIES THERE??” Later, she makes a pizza bagel and calls it “a circle of industry.”

☆ She sleeps in your bathtub, insists it’s her new headquarters. You try to offer her the couch. ENA refuses, arms crossed, already halfway submerged with your shampoo bottles floating around her like fallen satellites. “I CAN FEEL THE GENIE’S ENERGY IN THE PIPES,” she yells through the walls. “THEY’RE SPEAKING IN DRAINSCRIPT!” She draws little maps on your tiles with marker. Every morning, you find her reporting back to her “superiors,” which is just your rubber duck.

☆ She gets a job at your local corner store and causes a minor existential incident. You try to explain Earth’s economy. She misunderstands entirely and starts working at the bodega three blocks down. “Two for one? More like truth for none! That’ll be $7.77, and your belief in object permanence.” Once again, Meanie suddenly intercepts, “YOU’RE ALL LOSERS!!! GET OUTTA MY STORE!!! PAY WITH YOUR TEARS, SLOBS!” She hands a baby a scratch ticket and calls it “an investment in hope.” They win. The baby is now her protégé.

☆ She learns what streaming is and gets addicted to mukbang videos. The horror. The crunch. She sits ten inches from the screen, eyes wide triangles of alarm. “They’re monetizing gluttony. I respect it. Perhaps I too… should ingest social media for business purposes.” You come back with groceries. She’s livestreaming herself pretending to eat a dictionary. Her chat is all bots. She names them.

☆ She confuses your alarm clock for a death timer and starts writing a will. One morning, your alarm buzzes, and she bolts upright from the bathtub, disheveled and glassy-eyed. “NOOOOO!! THE COUNTDOWN!! I’M TOO YOUNG TO BE OBSOLETE!!” She dramatically drafts a will on your cereal box, leaving her left sock to “The Creator,” her right eye to the Genie, and her affections to… you. (That last part was scrawled in red Sharpie, then scratched out by Meanie, who insists it was “irrelevant and overly romanticized nonsense.”)

☆ She discovers mirrors. You regret everything. You should’ve known better. She stares at her reflection for two hours. Then argue with it for another three. “I’m looking respectfully.” “ACTUALLY, YOU’RE NOT, YOU CAPITALIST SCAB! I’LL BITE YOU INTO A JOKE!!” She high-fives herself. Then slaps herself. Then kisses the mirror and pretends nothing happened. You pretend not to notice.

☆ She finds a broken TV and turns it into an altar. She spends days stacking cables and burnt remotes around it, calling it her “Memory Garden.” She whispers to it, “Every channel is tuned to me, darling. That’s the kind of branding we call divine.” You walk in once and see it flicker to life, showing a familiar pixelated silhouette dancing beneath megaphones. You turn it off. She looks at you like you’ve just erased her entire family tree.

☆ She forms a tiny cult with your neighbourhood raccoons. You made the mistake of leaving her unsupervised for one (1) dusk. You return to your backyard and find her standing on the fence, flanked by three raccoons wearing sunglasses. “DO NOT INTERRUPT THE MEETING OF THE BOARD!!!” She then hands you a pamphlet made of napkins and glitter glue. You’re now her unwilling intern.

☆ She sits beside you in the grocery store parking lot and says the most honest thing she’s ever said. One night, after a long silence, she leans against your shoulder, her triangular eyes dimmer than usual. The neon signs of your world blink in her reflections. “I don’t think I was ever meant to be here,” she murmurs. “Not just… in your realm. I mean… anywhere.” Meanie doesn’t interrupt. Salesperson doesn’t sell you a thing. You nudge her arm and reply, “Same.” She doesn’t reply, but she stays. For the first time, she just stays.

[leriexoxo]

SKZ HEADCANONS

Bf! Stray Kids and how they jerk off to you (hyung line)

Maknae Line

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A/N: Requests for ONLY headcanons are open for now. Please note that I prefer to respond to non anonymous requests, cause I’m pretty serious about minors not interacting with me 🧡

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Bang Chan

He shouldn’t be doing this here. Not in the studio. Not with the door unlocked. But he’s too far gone now.

You’d sent a voice note not even ten minutes ago—your breath hitching as you moaned his name, whispering, “You miss this pussy, don’t you?” He damn near crushed his phone when he heard it. And now?

Now he’s bent over the edge of the desk, pants barely shoved past his thighs, palm slapping against his cock with no rhythm, no control. It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s rage-fueled need—like if he doesn’t cum soon, he’ll lose his fucking mind.

“Fucking hell, baby—look what you do to me,” he pants, spit-slick hand pumping with obscene squelches, cum already dripping from earlier rounds he didn’t clean up.

He spreads it—uses it—moaning into his arm, hips bucking like he’s imagining your throat around him, choking and drooling like a good girl.

“Bet you’re touching yourself too, huh?” he growls, neck veins popping. “Bet you’re fuckin’ soaked hearing me fall apart like this.”

He grabs the base tight. Holds. Teases himself on the edge. Then snaps—grunting, cursing, gasping your name as cum spills down his cock, over his fist, so much it stains the chair and his shirt.

He doesn’t stop.

Not until his legs shake. Not until he’s wrung dry, dizzy, and smirking like he’s proud of the filth he made.

Lee Know

It’s always methodical. Controlled. Beautiful in the filthiest way.

Minho’s sprawled across fresh sheets, phone resting on his stomach, camera flipped to gallery. He’s not watching porn. He’s watching a video he took—of you, on your knees, tongue dragging up his cock while your eyes stay locked on his. His free hand is already wrapped around himself, slow and steady.

Every stroke matches the way you touched him that night. Down to the rhythm. The tension. The pause before his tip nudged your throat.

“Fucking slut,” he murmurs, a smirk forming as he watches himself grab your hair on-screen. His hand speeds up, wrist twisting, knuckles flushed.

He doesn’t groan. He hisses. Curses under his breath. And just before he finishes, he opens the camera again—records the way his cum shoots over his own hand.

Later, he’ll send it to you. Captioned: This made me think of you. Want a live version next?

Changbin

Absolutely feral. Growly. Always on edge. Like jerking off is a battle he never wins.

He’s in the shower. Steam thick, water scalding. One hand braced against the tile while the other fists his cock like it owes him something. He’s been edging himself since the second he stepped under the spray, breathing ragged, moaning your name like he’s already buried inside you.

“Fuck, I need you—” he grits out, chest heaving.

He can’t slow down. He won’t. His hips grind against his palm, jaw clenched as images flash through his head—your voice when you’re bratty, your thighs wrapped around his waist, the mess you made on his tongue last night.

When he cums, it’s with a sharp grunt and a fist pounding the wall. His legs shake. His cock throbs. And he doesn’t even stop—he keeps going, overstimulating himself until it borders on pain.

It’s never just once with him.

Hyunjin

Erotic. Slow. Like he’s making love to his own damn hand.

He’s naked in bed, candles flickering, silk sheets rustling under him. His phone is propped up on the pillow beside him—FaceTime paused on a screenshot of you in lingerie, mouth open and fingers between your thighs. He bites his lip, lets out the softest moan, and trails his hand down his abs like he’s teasing someone else.

His touch is featherlight at first—just ghosting over his shaft, stroking up and down in lazy, sensual arcs.

“Wish it was your hand,” he murmurs, letting his head fall back.

He talks to himself. Moans softly. Tells you how good you’d feel, how deep he’d go, how bad he wants to hear you cry for him. His back arches when he gets close. Fingers squeeze tighter, wrist moving faster—until he gasps your name like a secret and finishes all over his stomach.

Then he lies there, smiling faintly, hand still twitching on his thigh.

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This is why i fucking love Jily... NO I MEAN I LOVE JEGULUS BUT Jily is something else for meee..

😊

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LIFE SUPPORT

paring : paige bueckers x her future dog (kinda x azzi too)

synopsis : Some cute moments I think Paige and her future dog would have!

notes: my tumblr has been so freaked out lately, (Idm🤷🏽‍♀️) I’m sure yours has too so here’s a a bunch of fluff to cleanse your feed :) I thought of this tho, after seeing this clip. (Sorry it’s very short) lmk if yall want some more stuff like this! I hope you enjoy! Not proofread

Paige picking him:

Paige immediately knew which one she wanted when she saw all the dogs running around, not the ones sitting quiet in the corner (even though it made her want to cry) She picked the most energetic one. he was switching in between trying to jump on paige and running around in circles. All Paige saw in that dog was herself she immediately smiled as she knew her mind was set. Azzi looked at Paige curiously as she followed her eyes. “You sure?” she asked as she nudged Paige’s shoulder a bit shaking her out of her zoned out state that she was in.

“Huh?” Paige said, turning her head in Azzi’s direction but not taking her eyes of the energetic bubble of energy. “I said are you sure? he looks like a lot” Paige took a minute before responding, but after a while she finally turned her full head to Azzi “Yeah, I want him” Paige said as she called the worker over. Azzi just shook her head as she silently supported her girlfriends decision.

Car rides with them:

Paige helped lift Louie’s back legs into her car as he went in a few circles before settling into his spot. Paige got into the drivers side turning her keys in the car as they began their ride. With Paige’s music bumping through the car and Louise’s head sticking out the door, tounge getting blew by the wind the vibe was clean. As they pulled into the Starbucks drive through Paige turned her music down so she could be heard. “Thank you for choosing Starbucks what can I get you?” The woman said through the microphone making Louise’s ears perk up and his head turn toward the noise . Paige ordered her usual and got Louie a pup cup.

She thanked the worker as she grabbed her bag and pulled off, she sat Louise’s pup cup on her dashboard making him immediately start licking the whip cream. Paige laughed as she pulled out her phone and recorded “Is it good Lou?” she laughed at her own joke before she ended the video and pulled out of the parking lot. Paige turned her music back up as she bumped her head to her playlist. She ended up taking a sharp turn making the pup cup fall onto the floor. “Shit!” Paige exclaimed as she looked for a place to pull over, her vision switching between the cup and the road. Before she knew it Louie was trying to stick his head down and lick it off the ground. “WAIT WAIT LOUIE NO!”

Nights with them:

Paige’s practice bag hit the floor as she sighed and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Before she had a chance it process Louie came running up to her jumping up on her legs, scratching her legs a bit but Paige didn’t really care. “Hey buddy, you okay?” Paige said as she picked him up like a baby. Louie was a big dog but in Paige’s heart that was her baby. Paige walked the into her room as she sat him down on his bed in front of hers and turned on what she believes is his favorite show, bluey. She scratches his head a little before grabbing her towel. “Momma’s gonna take a shower okay? I’ll be out in a second.” She says but Louie doesn’t tear his eyes away from the tv.

Once Paige was dressed and out the shower she saw that Laurie had fell asleep, she turned down bluey a little and cleaned up around the apartment, knowing that Louie had to have messed up something. Just as she finished her phone buzzed in her pajama pants pocket. she took it out and seen it was Azzi making her smile a bit. She answered quickly as Azzi’s eyes popped up on her screen. They were in comfortable silence for a bit, just looking at each other until Paige spoke “hey mama” she said looking down at her camera. “Hey, where’s Louie?” Azzi said making paige cock her head back “No I miss you, I’m barley breathing without you?” Paige said as Azzi rolled her eyes “Cmonnn, I haven’t seen him in forever I miss him.” Paige mocked her but made her way into her room to show Louie sleep. “awwww, what was he watching?” Paige smirked at Azzi’s reaction.

“Bluey, his favorite” she says as she turns camrea back around and sets it up on her bedside table, making Azzi talk her to sleep.

Mornings with them:

When Azzi woke up that morning she looked at her phone to see not only Paige put Louie too. His face was in the crook of Paige’s neck as she layed on her side cheeks flushed with sleep. Azzi pouted at the cute scene as she took a couple of FaceTime photos.

Paige woke up at the feeling of hair moving around on her. Her body instantly turned a little but she settled once she realized who it was. “Hey buddy” she said as she scratched his head a little. She looked over at her clock, it was early morning 7:23 she decided they could lay up a little longer since she didn’t have anything to do today. Louie layed his head on her bare stomach, cuddling up to her ear, skin that soothed him. Paige knew he was still sleepy and she was no better. She grabbed a hair tie from her bed side table tying it in a lazy bun as she got comfortable in this position. She looked over at her phone to see that Azzi was still on the phone making her give herself a lazy smile before she felt sleep crashing back onto her. She loved moments like this just her and Louie in their own space, own bubble. Cherishing this moment while the world was quiet.

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Cld i also request for diasomnia + ignihyde w raiden ei! like reader really love ur character! reader fics AKAJSJSHDH sorry if its too much </3

DIASOMNIA / IGNIHYDE X RAIDEN EI !READER

No because thank you SO much for requesting this. My inconsistency was coming back and I literally needed something that would make me work

MALLEUS

He notices you immediately. It's in the "thunder literally crackles around me too so I noticed yours from like 20 miles away" type of thing. Ancient fellow meets ancient fellow and it's one of those times where conversation isnt necessary. He realizes that you might also not be human after a while and he questions you about it.

He's a little scared that you might not take a liking to him anymore since he doesn't want to come off as brazen, yet he cant help but be curious.

Only to find out that you're a god of you're own country? He stares for a moment, slowly processing it and goes "is that so?". Not in the "I don't believe you and you're crazy way". It's in the "we now have a lot more in common" type of way.

He indulges in your oddly specific sweet tooth, bringing you little snacks and stuff to try together since you both have no idea what normal people eat.

LILIA

He laughs. In your face. First meeting.

Lilia is a good 700+ years old. So when he was face to face with someone who has been one for over 3000? He questioned for a moment if he would become that stoic (miserable) by the time he finishes 1000.

He pokes around your exterior, trying to see if he could possibly rile up a storm out of you. You dont strike him, so he takes that as a go ahead to keep it up. He teases you endlessly, noticing how you are exactly like malleus and way behind on trends and such. Although he isnt as shut in as the both of you, he is somewhat well versed in the latest things.

He doesn't find himself surprised when he gets you a phone and it ends up sparking up because you couldnt control your quiet excitement when you got it.

SILVER

He treats you gently, and he finds himself careful to not overstep any boundaries you have placed around yourself. Not because he finds himself scared, but because he genuinely respects you. He nods when you speak a few words, he opens doors for you, braids your hair under trees.

You're surprised when a bunch of animals follow him around, especially when he actually does a good job in braiding your hair. The flower additions into it? You love that too.

SEBEK

If you thought that silver was your no.1 admirer? you got another thing coming. Sebek basically explodes. Because at first? he sees you as a rival to Malleus, but over time? he grows to respect you if not, just as much. He begs you to train him and share your ever so "godly discipline". He constantly screams and yells about your noble aura and your gentle heart.

You've never met someone who could be so loud, yet loyal at the same time. Still, you give in and hand him a sword and just tell him "strike"

It's like that meme where its the avatar's saying "I can't help you bro, you jus gotta feel it". He never gives up though, and continues even if hes failing your training regimen, you've began to respect that about him, despite his outlandish tendencies to basically preach your praises on campus.

IDIA

He has a total meltdown. He hides, he panics, he screeches. "THATS A LEVEL10000 BOSS?? BRO WHY ARE THEY HERE?". Whenever he texts you, he realizes that you're one of those people who just give simple responses. "Yes." "No." "Thank you." “Why are you like this”

Idia thrives online but when he actually has to meet you face to face? he's a little nervous. Scratch a little— He basically screams bloody mary when you slightly lift your hand. Yet, he still enjoys your company. Despite him referencing you to his many different video game bosses and being chronically online with his odd slang? He finds comfort in your humble yet demanding ways.

"you're highkey scary but..lowkey chill?" You blink at him. "yes?"

He turns you inner realm into a video game setting.

ORTHO

Ortho finds himself doing extensive research on you. Your powers, your limitations, where you're from, If it's possible for you to overblot, all of the above.

He cheers and zooms around you in excitement whenever he sees you. Maybe he's just attracted to the lightning you emit, who knows. He likes hugging you and such.

If he wants more research? he goes to you, hands over some dango, and starts scanning you for 6 hours straight. Idia wonders how its possible for you to stay still for that long.

It comes with the meditation you do in your inner realm ever so often, you explain, and ortho is just scanning you casually without a care in the world.

He really likes the little zaps that you give him, he finds it ticklish, and he cute little giggles fuel you even more. “That tickled, again!” You blink, sigh, and zap him again, listening to him squeal in glee.

“Again!”

You smile at his childlike wonder

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That one class of '09 image but with the archival assistants