#Do you think he takes it off to sleep? 🤔

[danicloth]

Yellow 🌻

I don't know... I just wanted to draw him without his prosthesis…

[twmz-03]

LADS: When they find out youre not wearing panties

idk why i thought of this but its a good hc to think about … 🤔

Suggestive themes!!!!! Also youre wearing a dress btw for “easy access”

All headers come from pinterest

Zayne:

First, im going to say you guys are at his office and hes currently “working”

It started off simple and sweet. Asking how was his day so far and how was your day. Since he was only doing paper work he allowed you to stay with him in his office and keep him company.

Until things start getting a little heated. You start massaging his neck and then his shoulders and then you kiss him. However those kisses turn into longer more desperate ones until you end up sitting on his lap straddling him.

His hands start caressing you from your back leading down to your ass and then your thighs…slowly sneaking his way up under your dress then realizing… “wait… shes not wearing anything..”

He gets so flushed and opens his eyes asking “hey! Youre already exposed ?! I cant have you like this in public.” He then proceeds to lead you by the hand and clocking out calling it a day before taking you home and continuing the deed.

XAVIER:

THIS IS BASED OFF THE NIGHTLY Rendezvous. So you know xavier has you pinned against the damn wall. Or window. Hes holding your body so close to his, kissing your warm skin. One hand holding yours against the glass and the other finding its way down your waist, again to your ass slowly lifting your dress to see your cute panties.

However lo and behold hes actually surprised to find you wearing nothing. Hes so used to seeing you wearing cute lingerie with bows and lace but now that youre not wearing any. It made him extra hard. And just like that he takes you to the couch and eats you out.

Sylus:

Now with sylus, you two are at a gala. A very important event with very important people. Evil and Good.

Sylus has you near him at all times holding you by the waist. So as you and him are standing at a table drinking and chatting with another couple, he starts caressing your side. Going up and down slowly with his long fingers. Until his hands start going lower and lower to your ass. It is until then he realizes he cannot feel the string from your panties.

He doesnt show it, but he is so excited and turned on. Hes like “i suppose its okay since shes wearing a satin dress.” Like of course you would be able to see every line. So then he interrupts the couple and excuses himself, taking you with him. After you leave the venue, you teleport to your hotel. He lifts you up bridal style and carries you to your room and gently places you on the bed towering over you.

“How bold of you my love…” he says kissing you. First youre kind of confused until he lifts up your dress revealing nothing but bare skin. “Oh… surprise?” He chuckled ever so slighty. He then continues to kiss you building up the mood before he slowly starts grinding his clothed, hard cock against the slick of your wet cunt.

RAFAYEL:

Youre getting ready for bed changing into pjamas. Tonight you decided to wear just a silky night gown. However rafayel loveddd when you wore these little dresses. He thought they were the cutest things ever but you made them look sexy.

“Yayyy! You look so good.” He says as he cuddles you right away as soon as you get on the bed. Kissing your ears and neck. He loves touching you (i want to say because he love art and hes “studying human anatomy”) but yeah he loves it. So he starts massaging your breasts, to holding your hips and then lifting up that little night gown.

You finally lay on your back, not separating from his lips moaning into every kiss. His fingers are looking for the hem of your panties but he cant find it until he slowly moves his fingers toward your exposed hot wet fold. “I see you came prepared cutie.” He says moving one finger up and down your clit before inserting one finger at a time.

I hope yall enjoyed this. I couldnt sleep so i decided to write this fanfiction headcanons. What better thing to do when you cant sleep huh. I also didnt add caleb because i know nothing about his character but once i figure out more by playing i might add him. Again if you have any suggestions or headcanons you want me to write about let me know im all ears. 😴

[hyuniemyunie]

Sleeping Together

slashers x gn!reader

sfw

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(ФωФ): established relationship, cuddling, sleeping next to them.

I LOOOOOOVE BRAHMS. BUT I ALSO LOOOOOVE BUBBA. BUT I ALSO LOOOOOOVE STU. should i do aftercare scenarios?🤔 but after they got fucked/pegged😞🙏 so dom/top reader scenario😞😞 nvm im gonna do it

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･

ᯓ★ Brahms cannot sleep unless you’re touching him in some way. He’s like an overgrown child in that sense—if you try to roll away, he’ll grab onto you immediately, pulling you back with surprising strength.

ᯓ★ Sometimes he keeps his mask on, sometimes he takes it off in the dark when he knows you won’t see. If you try to touch his face, he’ll freeze up for a moment before leaning into your touch.

ᯓ★ He mumbles in his sleep sometimes, little, breathy "stay with me"s or "don’t leave." If you answer back, even just a quiet "I’m here," he’ll calm down instantly.

ᯓ★ Sometimes, he’ll pretend to be asleep just to see if you try to sneak away. If you do? He’ll wake up immediately, whining. "Bad. You’re being bad.."

ᯓ★ He doesn’t sleep much, so you might wake up to find him just watching you. No noise, no movement—just staring. He thinks it’s comforting. (It’s not.)

Brahms is not a quiet sleeper. He breathes heavily, even behind his mask. You learned this on the first night you stayed in the mansion. He watches. Always. Even in the dead of night, even when his arms are wrapped around you, he does not sleep easily.

Tonight is no different.

You stir in bed, feeling the weight of his body pressed up against yours. Brahms clings to you, desperate for comfort, his fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. His breath, warm and slow, fans against your neck. It should be unsettling—should send shivers down your spine—but it doesn’t.

Instead, you find yourself relaxing into his embrace, despite the feeling of his masked face resting against your shoulder. He lets out a low hum, a noise of contentment, and his grip tightens ever so slightly.

"Don’t move." His voice is thick with drowsiness, but there’s a quiet possessiveness to it.

"I wasn’t planning to," you murmur, shifting just enough to get comfortable.

Brahms lets out a sigh, nuzzling into you like a cat seeking warmth. You wonder if he’s actually asleep or simply pretending, waiting for the moment you slip away. He does that sometimes—tests you.

The old pipes in the house creak, and you feel him tense. His fingers twitch against your side. "Stay," he whispers again, softer this time, like a plea rather than a command.

You reach up, brushing your fingers over his arm. "I’m here," you reassure him.

And with that, Brahms finally drifts off, chest rising and falling in rhythm with yours, his paranoia momentarily eased by your presence.

ᯓ★ Bubba runs hot. Laying next to him is like sleeping beside a furnace, and if it’s summer? You’re gonna suffer. But in the winter? Absolute heaven.

ᯓ★ Once Bubba’s out, he’s out. Thunderstorms, screaming victims, even Drayton yelling? Nothing wakes him up unless you shake him really hard.

ᯓ★ He has nightmares a lot. Some nights, you’ll hear him whimpering, and if you rub his back or whisper his name, he’ll calm down instantly, snuggling closer.

ᯓ★ He doesn’t mean to, but in his sleep, he’ll just… roll on top of you. And given that he’s built like a truck? Yeah. RIP you.

ᯓ★ Bubba holds onto you with pure affection. He’s like a giant, overly attached teddy bear.

Bubba sleeps like a rock. A very warm, very heavy rock.

The moment you settle into bed with him, it’s like being trapped under a weighted blanket made entirely of muscle. Bubba curls himself around you, practically cocooning you with his sheer size. His body radiates warmth like a furnace, and while it’s comforting, it also means you’re at risk of overheating within minutes. ESPECIALLY in a place like texas.

His head rests against your shoulder, the sound of his soft, occasional pig-like snorts filling the room. Every so often, he lets out a little grunt in his sleep, twitching as if chasing something in a dream.

You shift slightly, trying to peel yourself away just a little so you don’t combust. But the moment you move, Bubba lets out a distressed whimper, his thick arms pulling you back in an instant.

"No, no, I’m not leaving," you whisper, gently patting his arm. "Just getting comfy, big guy."

Bubba responds with a content sigh, nuzzling into your hair. His fingers twitch against your side, gripping onto the fabric of your shirt as if afraid you’ll disappear in the night.

And so, you let him hold you, even if it means waking up drenched in sweat.

ᯓ★ Unlike Brahms’ creepy staring or Bubba’s snorting, Thomas is eerily silent when he sleeps. If not for the steady rise and fall of his chest, you’d think he wasn’t breathing.

ᯓ★ The slightest noise will wake him up. He’s used to being on high alert, and if you move too much, he’ll stir immediately.

ᯓ★ He’s not naturally affectionate in his sleep, but if you lean into him? His arm will instinctively come around you, pulling you close.

ᯓ★ Even while unconscious, his body is positioned between you and the door, keeping you safe.

ᯓ★ He may be a massive, intimidating man, but when he’s resting? His grip is surprisingly gentle. His hand will rest on your side or your back, just to make sure you’re there.

Thomas is the definition of a silent sleeper. If not for the steady rise and fall of his chest, you’d worry he wasn’t breathing at all.

Thomas is more… reserved. He doesn’t wrap himself around you completely, but his presence is felt—a heavy, solid weight beside you, protective even in rest.

You shift slightly, rolling onto your side to face him. Even in the darkness, you can see the faint outline of his face—his strong jaw, the scarred skin, the way his lips are slightly parted as he breathes in deep, steady intervals.

Carefully, you reach up, brushing your fingers over the back of his hand.

His reaction is almost immediate. His grip tightens ever so slightly. You whisper his name, just to see if he’s awake. He doesn’t respond, but the faintest twitch of his fingers against your side tells you that he hears you.

And with that thought, you close your eyes, resting against him, knowing that no harm will come to you so long as he is by your side.

ᯓ★ His breathing is deep and slow, a steady, soothing rhythm that lulls you to sleep. Sometimes, if you listen closely, you’ll hear him let out soft, almost content sighs.

ᯓ★ Jason doesn’t sleep much, but when he does, it’s light. The smallest noise will have him waking up, ready to defend you from whatever danger he thinks is lurking.

ᯓ★ He sleeps with an arm around you, keeping you close. If you try to move away, even in sleep, his grip will tighten automatically. If you somehow manage to roll out of bed, he will gently pick you up and place you back like it’s nothing.

ᯓ★ If he ever catches you watching him sleep, he’ll get weirdly flustered, shifting slightly like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

The camp is silent at night, save for the distant chirp of crickets and the occasional rustling of the trees. You’re nestled against Jason’s broad chest, his warmth keeping the night chill at bay. He doesn’t need sleep the way you do—whatever supernatural force keeps him alive seems to have erased the human need for rest—but he still lays beside you.

Your fingers rest against his chest, tracing slow, absent-minded patterns over the worn fabric of his shirt. His breathing is deep and even, but you can tell he’s still awake.

"You don’t have to stay up, you know," you murmur, shifting slightly to look up at him.

Jason doesn’t respond with words—he never does—but his arm tightens around you, fingers flexing against your back. It’s his silent way of saying, I want to.

You exhale softly, nuzzling against him, pressing your forehead to the cool metal of his mask. He still wears it, even here, even now. Maybe he’s afraid. Afraid you’ll see him—truly see him—and decide you no longer want to be here.

So you do the only thing you can. You press a gentle kiss against the mask, just over where his cheekbone would be.

Jason stiffens, his entire body going still. Then, after a long pause, he exhales a slow, shuddering breath. His fingers twitch against your side before he pulls you even closer, tucking you beneath his chin like something precious.

And in that moment, despite the horrors of the world, you’ve never felt safer.

ᯓ★ Michael is used to watching people sleep, not actually doing it himself. He doesn’t need much rest, but when he does sleep, it’s eerily still—no tossing, no turning, just pure silence.

ᯓ★ If he wakes up before you (which he always does), he just… watches you. If you wake up to find him staring, good luck falling back asleep.

ᯓ★ Michael isn’t really affectionate, but if you lean into him or drape an arm over him, he won’t push you away. Instead, he’ll slowly adjust, letting you stay there.

ᯓ★ Even in deep sleep, if you get up to leave, he’ll wake up instantly. No words, just a heavy hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you back down.

ᯓ★ No pillows for you. He is your pillow. No exceptions.

Michael doesn’t sleep. Not in the way normal people do. Tonight, like every night, you wake to find him watching you.

His head is tilted slightly, the dim glow of the moonlight casting shadows across his mask. He’s barely inches away, sitting on the edge of the bed, just staring.

You sigh, rubbing at your tired eyes. "Michael, you’re supposed to be resting."

No response. He just keeps watching, the dark voids of his eye holes locked onto you.

You groan, reaching out blindly, fingers curling around his wrist. You expect him to pull away—Michael isn’t exactly fond of touch—but instead, he lets you guide him down. Lets you pull him into the bed beside you.

"Lay down," you tell him softly. "Just for a little while."

He obeys without protest, stretching out beside you. His body is tense, like he’s unsure how to relax. You move closer, resting a hand on his chest, feeling the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing beneath your fingertips.

After a long, long moment, he finally reacts. His arm moves—not to strangle, not to harm, but to rest against your side, hesitant but firm.

It’s the closest thing to an embrace you’re going to get.

And it’s enough.

ᯓ★ Years of surviving in the mines have left Harry with a deeply ingrained sense of paranoia. Even when he sleeps, his muscles stay coiled, like he’s always expecting an attack.

ᯓ★ Some nights, he’ll suddenly jerk awake, breath ragged and hands clenched. If you soothe him—whisper his name, rub his back—he’ll calm down quickly, grounding himself in your presence.

ᯓ★ Harry will drape his arm over you, and there’s no escaping it. He doesn’t even realize how heavy he is, but at least he’s warm.

ᯓ★ If you can’t sleep and shift restlessly, he’ll reach out—without opening his eyes—and rest a hand on your hip, rubbing slow, absent-minded circles to lull you back to sleep.

The scent of coal and metal clings to him, even in sleep. It’s ingrained into his skin, his clothes, the very air around him. You don’t mind. It’s comforting in its own strange way—earthy, familiar, him.

Harry sleeps still and silent, body coiled with tension even in rest. His arm is thrown over you, holding you close, a subconscious need to keep you safe.

You shift slightly, tilting your head to press a soft kiss to his collarbone. "Relax, Harry," you whisper against his skin. "You’re not in the mines anymore."

His breathing hitches for just a second before he exhales, body sinking just a little deeper into the mattress. He doesn’t respond—not with words, at least—but his grip on you tightens ever so slightly.

You know what it means.

You’re the only thing in this world that makes him feel human. The only thing that keeps the nightmares of gas leaks and cave-ins at bay.

And as long as you’re here, he’ll never let you go.

ᯓ★ Some nights, he sleeps curled up like a cat. Other nights, he sprawls out like a starfish, trapping you under an arm or a leg.

ᯓ★ His curls are soft but everywhere. If you sleep facing him, expect a mouthful of hair at some point.

ᯓ★ Loves touch but won’t ask for it. Vincent won’t initiate cuddling often, but if you reach for him? He’ll melt into your touch instantly.

ᯓ★ If you’re sleeping back-to-back, he’ll slowly shift closer until you’re touching. If you’re apart, he’ll move a hand toward yours, just close enough that your fingers brush.

ᯓ★ When he thinks you’re asleep, he buries his face against your neck or hair, inhaling deeply like he’s memorizing your presence. It’s both sweet and a little creepy.

ᯓ★ If you ever fall asleep working on something, he’ll carry you to bed and wrap around you like a koala.

He sleeps curled around you, his body fitting against yours like he was meant to be here. His hair is soft against your cheek, his breathing slow and steady.

You run a hand through his curls, untangling them gently with your fingers, making q soft hum rumble in his chest

"You’re warm," you murmur, lips ghosting over the top of his head.

Vincent shifts, burying his face against your neck. His arm tightens around you, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. You sigh, wrapping your arms around him in return, letting him hold you as tightly as he needs.

In the daylight, Vincent is silent, a ghost among the living, hands stained with wax and sin.

But here, in the quiet of the night, he is yours.

ᯓ★ Billy? Light sleeper. The smallest noise wakes him up, especially if it sounds off. If you roll away from him, expect to be yanked back within seconds.

ᯓ★ Stu? Sleeps like a damn rock. He can snore through a chainsaw massacre and not flinch. You could literally sit on him, and he’d just groan and roll over.

ᯓ★ Billy does not like admitting he’s a cuddler, but he is. He needs to have a hand on you—hip, stomach, thigh, doesn’t matter—just to know you’re there.

ᯓ★ Stu, on the other hand, is needy and will completely engulf you. He sleeps like an octopus, limbs everywhere, sometimes even throwing a leg over you so you physically can’t escape.

ᯓ★ Billy runs hot—he’s like a damn heater, which is great in the winter but suffocating in the summer.

ᯓ★ Stu runs cold and will shove his freezing hands under your shirt just to hear you scream.

ᯓ★ Billy sometimes keeps his mask nearby, almost like a security blanket. If he falls asleep before taking it off, you might wake up to him still wearing it.

ᯓ★ Stu? Nah, he flings that thing across the room and immediately collapses on top of you.

ᯓ★ Stu mumbles the weirdest shit in his sleep. Sometimes it’s a movie quote, sometimes it’s nonsense like "Dude… cows are just meat puppies…"

ᯓ★ Billy rarely talks in his sleep, but when he does, it’s always your name. Always.

The room is dim, the flickering neon light from the parking lot outside casting shadows across the ceiling. The bed is too small—way too small for three people—but that hasn’t stopped Stu from sprawling across it like a damn starfish, his arm thrown haphazardly over your waist.

On your other side, Billy is awake. You know he is. He’s too still, too aware. His arm is draped possessively over your stomach, fingers idly tracing circles against the fabric of your shirt.

"You’re awake," you murmur sleepily, tilting your head just slightly toward him.

Billy doesn’t respond—not with words. Instead, his fingers tighten against your side, pulling you just a little closer.

"You guys are so clingy," you tease, voice drowsy.

"Pfft—says you," Stu mumbles against the pillow, his breath warm against your shoulder. His voice is thick with sleep, but that doesn’t stop him from blindly groping around until he finds your arm, flopping his own over it in an attempt to keep you pinned. "Ain’t going anywhere, babe. You’re trapped."

Billy huffs, a soft almost-laugh, but you can feel the tension lingering in his shoulders. He still hasn’t let go.

You reach up, brushing your fingers against his wrist, grounding him. "I’m right here, Billy."

His breath stutters just for a second. Then, slowly, finally, he exhales. His grip on you doesn’t loosen, but his body relaxes just a fraction.

Stu, half-asleep, suddenly nuzzles against the crook of your neck. "We make the best blanket, huh? Two-for-one deal."

"More like a human straitjacket," you mumble, trapped between Billy’s intense grip and Stu’s dead weight.

Neither of them responds. Stu has already drifted back into sleep, and Billy, still silent, just pulls you even closer.

You sigh, but there’s a warmth in your chest—something safe, something real.

And in this moment, with two killers wrapped around you like you’re the most important thing in the world, you know you’re never getting a peaceful night’s sleep again.

But honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[xo-adeline]

Just wanted to say amazing work on Ruggie's fic! I can see the time and effort you put in and it's wonderful!

I wonder how Leona would court? 🤔

"You'd think I was in love..."

⋆°• ☁︎ - Courting Rituals

Feat. Leona Kingscholar

AN: Thank you so much for the request, and I hope you enjoy!

When you had first come across Leona sleeping in the botanical gardens it was a sight to behold. It wasn’t like this was a very often occurrence for you, back in your world there hadn’t been any beastmen. Getting closer to him you could see the way his tail flicked around and the way his ears twitched slightly due to the cool breeze coming in from the windows. It wasn’t until a few times that you had come to that same spot that he eventually noticed and grew a small interest in the random person who happened to be so interested in whatever he was doing. It started as a simple peek here and there whenever you came over before he started to fully wake himself up at the normal time you would show up. With a sly smirk on his face, and trying to coax you into having a conversation. After a few days of him talking to you, there was this weird urge that he had to follow you around, and so that’s what he did. For the first few weeks of this, it seemed a little strange, the way he would walk you to class, even if his normal napping spot was on the whole other side of the campus. The way he would take you back to your dorm, even if Ruggie was on the verge of murdering him because his students were in another fight. But lo and behold, he didn’t care. He had this weird draw towards you he couldn’t explain, whatever, must’ve just been the warmer weather getting to him.

This was when Ruggie started to notice something that much different with his housewarden. The fact he was trying.

It wasn’t super obvious to the naked eye, but there was a small hint of… effort… that Leona was showing. The way he would actually show up to class, the way he tried a little harder when it came to spelldrive practice, and even the way he started to do his work?? It was a shock for the (un)official vice housewarden. Over the next few weeks, it only got worse, the way he was all over you, and even the way he started to stand as a more authoritative figure behind you, scaring most of the other Savanaclaw members away. Maybe that has something to do with the female lion normally picking the strongest among the pack, but maybe it’s also because he likes it when you compliment him on his skills, but who's to say? Once the compliments finally start to get to him, and you openly like him being around you, he starts to develop more of a touchy side. Constantly having you be his pillow when he wasn’t in at least attempting in class, nuzzling into your neck whenever you were sitting up slightly, and constantly having an arm on you in some way.

It seemed normal to you in some ways, almost like he was just being kinda nice! Until some of the guys had called out for Leona before seeing you and then were shocked to find just you, instead of the dorm head they had smelled. It wasn’t until a few days later you ran into Ruggie instead of Leona at the entrance of their dorm.

“Ah, (Name), Ya’ here to see Leona?”

You nodded as the hyena led you into the entrance and towards Leona’s room, where he was already dozing off in bed, the sun from the balcony of his room shining in. The second that you walked in he slightly opened his eyes and lifted an arm towards you, which you came over as Ruggie let out his signature laugh and headed out of the room, door closing behind him. Within a few seconds, he had you in his arms and he was nuzzling into your head.

“…Ya’ not so bad for a herbivore…”

You knew that there was no way in seven’s hell that he would actually ever say he liked you, but this was close enough, so from that point on you two had stuck together like everything was normal, even if he had never outright confessed to you<3

[hanafubukki]

Pregnancy? 👀 Headcannons? 👀

Please say more.

((Also Hana I'm waiting for two of my asks to be answered wwraaaaaa 🦕))

I love how you guys always enable me 😂🤣💞💞

Apologies Anonie, I have a bunch of asks and I’m also a hoarder 😆 💞 it takes me a while to answer asks because: adult with low energy levels, sometimes I want to think more on an ask, some are quicker to answer than others, the muses have attacked me, etc. etc.

Curious though 👀 which other two asks? Was yours? I don’t think you labeled them with a “🦕” before 🤔 also do you want that as your name? (Unless you’re off anon, then that’s fine if you’re too shy or something 💞💞🫂🫂)

Hopefully in the meantime, these hormonal filled thoughts will do 🫡💞🫶 In hindsight, this is more horny than pregnancy headcanons lolol

Okay so these pregnancy headcannons are in a specific setting.

It’s in the past. (Are we surprised? 😆) You are transported before the fae vs human war. Meleanor and Levan are alive. Lilia is the Right General. And you? You are pregnant. (Think sometimes during first trimester)

You live in the castle with everyone the first week or so, but you’re not comfortable there. While there’s no war, not everyone looks favorably on humans. So, you were sent with Lilia to his cottage. Yes, that cottage. It was a gift by Maleficia to him for becoming the Right General. She gave it to him earlier since you arrived.

The cottage is different from what you remember. It’s not a home yet, but becomes one as the days pass by.

Lilia becomes accustomed to this peace with you. He’s nervous on how to treat you but he gets used to it. You are a big help calming his nerves.

(UTC for nsfwish, the real horny/hormonal thoughts, so stay away if uncomfortable. Also this is cliched but it’s me sooooo….lolol)

You’re pregnant and you’re horny. Great Sevens, are you frustrated. You pout and try not to let it show. You don’t want to make the General uncomfortable. He’s stubborn and it’s already hard on him with this whole situation.

The fae didn’t know that he could love for Great Seven’s sake! How could you tell him that you wanted to have sex with him? That you were hot and bothered and that he was the one making you this way. Those damn muscles. That sleek figure.

But he knows something is wrong and he asks you and you just…break down. Crying. Saying how you’re just sexually frustrated and you don’t want to hurt his feelings.

Lilia stays silent before plucking you and carrying you to the bedroom. He’s not blind. Do you know the restraint he’s had? You? Someone who loves him? Someone who treats him with such gentle touches. The one that can read him like a book. Whose smile haunts him even in his sleep?

Great Sevens, he was getting jealous of his future self because he has you. The current him? Had to hold back in respect for your wants and comfort. But then you tell him, you wanted him this whole time? His restraint? Gone.

He takes you to the bedroom. Lays you on top of him. You’re staring at him with wide eyes as Lilia tilts his forehead up against yours. Eyes half mast. Corner of his lips tugging upwards.

One hand slips into your hair and the other on your hip. “Go on. Show me. Teach me how to please you.”

He moves his hand and you gasp at how hard he is. You move your hips against his in the pace you prefer as he cups your cheeks. Swallowing your moans. Devouring you.

He won’t allow you to over do it though. He’s still hyper aware of the baby and he’s going to restrain himself back…after a round or two…

He going to make sure you eat and hydrate after for sure. Then both of you are going into the bathtub to soak.

I can see him even call a healer the next day if he left too many marks on you or he’s worried.

Some other domestic moments I thought of included:

Eating a strawberry and it leaves a stain on your lips. Lilia tilts your head up as he kisses you, “I’m addicted to your taste. Take responsibility.”

Shopping at the fae markets with him. You’re covered in a cloak, concealing you’re a human. The vendors are making fun of the General. He’s with a companion? That’s new. Come General, no need to be shy.

Lilia never thought he would want a family. A part of him even now still is confused. But to know in the future, he changes his mind? He can’t help but feel this hope, this yearning. And that surprises him even more, it’s something he’s always wanted but denies himself. During these moments, he just wraps his arms are you. Wishing for time to move quicker, so he could be in the present time with you.

As you see Anonie, this was more horny while pregnant than wholesome pregnant headcanons…whoops 😂😂 but as you can see, well you probably already knew, I am very not normal about him and I need him like I need my vitamins. Daily. 💞🫰🥰

[kaisentine]

michael kaiser swears he hates your guts.

in the beginning, he completely rejects the idea of finding fucking yoichi’s senior crush from his high-school all that. why would he? it would be completely pointless in the long run, anyway.

kaiser realizes early on that yoichi’s attention is focused on something else that isn’t the ongoing match. so obviously, during the break, he just has to confront his dark-haired pal. “yo, yoichi,” kaiser comes up from behind, startling him. “what do you want?” asks isagi, not bothering to turn around—rude. “you’ve been slacking off. what’s gotten into you?” but it doesn’t take long for him to follow the gaze that leads to you—you in the stands. “oh?” he smirks, loosely slinging an arm around isagi’s shoulder.

“nice work, isagi!” you face a warm smile while congratulating him with a familiar hug. “t—thanks . . .” he stutters when you pull away, the obvious flush on his cheeks is displayed right in front of you but you pay no mind to it. “when did you get so good at playing soccer?” you tease, lightly pinching at his cheeks like your favorite sophomore hasn’t changed one bit. “. . . i was part of the school’s soccer team.” “ohhh, yeah you were! but now look at where you are now!’

by kaiser’s curious nature, he’s quick to interrogate isagi after the interesting encounter. “and who was that? keeping secrets now?”

he wishes he kept his mouth shut because now the words a senior from my high school who i used to have a crush on echo in his mind like he’s mentally unwell or something ( 🤔 ).

he doesn’t know when nor how it happened—he just knows that he’s started to think about you a little more than he should for someone he’s only met once through a teammate.

you keep him up at night, absolutely obliterating his sleep schedule. when he tries to maintain his regular schedule, he can’t help but get goosebumps from cringing while thinking about how this is him—what is he? certainly not an over-thinker for a random happy-all-the-time person, certainly not the man he stands before in the mirror who looks like he’s about to shatter at the mere thought of you. and certainly not a soccer player who can’t even kick a ball imagining a senior from yoichi’s shitty high school.

desperately downing 10 glasses of water in one sitting as if it would help him wash away the bitter taste of hate and hopefully piss it out—just anything to stop this absolute bullshit.

next time he sees you, he’ll make sure to give you a piece of his mind. because there is no way some stupid random will hinder his career like this.

sticky note. holy yapper . . . omfg have u guys seen pathetic kaiser.

[cooliocumbucket]

WY@

summary: what happens when you're caught during the invincible war by no goggles before he demolishes the guardians and you're "unfriendly" exes in his dimension.

notes: brent faiyaz and no sleep were the inspirations behind this one 🫡

shiesty mark and no!goggles mark are personal faves of mine but I'm sure if i wrote no!goggles like how he's seen 🤔 extra content for them regardless!

feel free to still request!

no goggles!mark x female!reader

tags: dubious consent, rough sex, female!reader, praise kink, mdni, 18+, light angst

i be doing shit i really shouldn't do fr....

"You know you are impossible to keep track of, man!" The alleyway your hunter had you cornered in seemed to grow tighter the further you ran, anywhere literally anywhere seemed to be better.

The dead-end made the reality of your situation feel even more damning and you grappled with what you were turning to face.

Invincible.

"I think you should probably stop there or are you gonna phase through the wall, Kitty Pryde?" He laughed at his own joke as your eyes frantically searched for an exit.

You knew Invincible, of course, you knew the insanely powerful superhero who flew around your city with freedom you wish you had but without the burden of lives, he insisted on saving.

This deranged bizzaro version that stood in front of you, wasn't him, however, and the familiarity he seemed to have with you made it even clearer.

"What is it with you and taking off, dude!?" Invincible asked and your brain flipped through memories to pinpoint when you'd been in the same vicinity.

"I thought with dimensions there were supposed to be like differences?" He pondered out loud, "Subtle but not so subtle shit across the multiverse you know?"

He was floating at first before his feet planted to the ground and personal space didn't exist between you anymore.

He tugged at a loose string on your t-shirt, his touch sending a shiver down your back.

Tears involuntarily began to stream down your face as death seemed to be an edge you were insanely close to teetering over.

"What the fuck are you crying for?" Invincible narrowed his eyebrows together in confusion, "If I wanted to hurt you, you'd be hurt, duh." He rolled his eyes like it was obvious. As if your heart wasn't going to beat out of your chest and explode on the ground at his feet from anxiety.

Your silence must've bothered him, Invincible inspecting your face even closer.

"You don't got anything to say?" He prodded, terrified blinking your response as he grew slightly frustrated.

"Come onnn, say something!" Invincible urged electricity in his eyes.

"Are you really not going to hurt me?"

"Hmmm I could,"On the spot, he wrapped a hand around your throat and you regretted ever learning how to speak, "It wouldn't take like any effort for me to crush your windpipe and pop your head off." You braced for him to do what he described instead he touched his forehead on yours.

"But killing you quick would defeat the purpose of finding you, ya know?"

Without thinking you shoved him as hard as you could from your space, a sudden boldness coursing through you that should've sealed your fate.

Instead he went back to gazing at you, the push having no effect on him in any capacity.

"How the fuck do you know who I am!?" There were plenty of other things you could've asked but your brain was barely processing this interaction to think of them.

Why did it have to be you?

Why were you targeted by the lunatic?

"If two plus two equals four, and portals equal multiple me's then the answer to your question would beee," He grinned at you expectantly, as if you were on a game show.

Like he hadn't just threatened to take your head from your neck.

Deciding to engage him, in the hopes it'd buy you more time you gulped back nerves.

"You're an Invincible who was close with a different me?"

"Ding, ding, ding! We have a lady with common sense!"

"But like in what way?"

'There's no way in hell I was dating this guy' you thouht to yourself, unaware of how wrong you were.

"Now there's a question you should've been asked, dude." His casual nature scared you more than a domineering presence could, in instant it could be switched- the blood that stained his hands was proof, his entire demeanor was proof of it actually.

"We were big-time in love, super duper committed to each other where I'm from, "He pointed between your bodies,"You wouldn't see either of us without the other type spiel."

"Whirlwind high school sweethearts who followed each other to college and what was supposed to be onward to the stars," Invincible prattled on, pumping up the dramatics the more he spoke, the back of his hand pressed onto his forehead for effect. "I loved you more then air, then blood and gore, then-"

"What-" Before you could finish, his hand was already moving making you clamp your mouth closed. The soaring punch he landed on the brick wall behind you crushed the structure the impact of his fist leaving a mini crater. Through your peripheral vision you could see multiple crumbles of cement fall and your feet could feel the reverberate just from how powerful his punch was.

This felt like warning number two.

"You should never interrupt anybody when they're talking, it's like really rude." He spoke deathly serious with a pout that rivaled a puppy dog's.

"I'm sorry." You said shaking, the apology's purpose to placate him but he wasn't easily swayed.

"No, you're not."

"I am." You begged, almost believing yourself but you knew he truly didn't.

That flip was switched again and he was grinning once more.

"Nah you know you're not." The intense gaze he bore into you continued, your eyes drifting for a second and he gripped your chin in place, still smiling, "You aren't different from my y/n at all, and she never meant any apology she gave." Releasing your chin he cracked his neck in boredom, eyes shifting up at the darkening sky.

"You know I'm getting the vibe you aren't interested in what I'm saying, and its honestly super hurtful." Gulping you figured that if the option to talk to him was removed the other one he was thinking wasn't pleasant.

"No I care!" You blurted out, Invincible looking at you without belief.

"You sure you want me to finish?" You thrashed your head up and down making him shrug his shoulders, "Alright, man."

"I made a mistake like any person does, "He waved his hand absent-mindedly, "I killed a couple thousand people and then suddenly it was like a ghost town with us, pun intended."

"You abandoned me, told me you'd love me no matter how much blood I had to spill and then shat on those words like it was nothing. Like what we had was nothing." He couldn't keep the bitterness from his tone even if he tried, his eyes downcast for a second in memory."But at least this time we're starting on an honest foot, hotness."

"Honest foot?"

"You think I did all that work of tracking you down for fucking fun?" Invincinble shook his head with a toothy grin, "I mean I kinda did but without me loving you I'd have no motivation, baby."

"But you just said I abandoned you."

"Yeah, that doesn't mean I don't want you."He scoffed, pursing his lips, "Who in love doesn't have problems?"

To you, you were strangers and to him you were his second chance at control.

"I don't even know you're name."

"It's Mark, Markkk,"He sounded out the syllables, slow. "Say Mark, come on you can do it."

"Mark?" You tested it on your tongue with hesitation but He swooned out loud still, unable to resist kissing you.

His lips crashed against yours, all logic being lost in how passionately he kissed you.

It wasn't gentle or slow he threw all of his emotions onto you at once. His movements were hungry and frenzied each twist of his tongue searching for more of your mouth to taste.

You tapped at his chest for a breath but he only held you tighter moaning into your mouth with a desperation that had you tightening your thighs. The print in his suit rubbed against your front in a sinful rhythm, your pussy becoming wetter by the second.

A thin trail of saliva was your only connection when you finally broke apart but he hadn't dropped his arms from the embrace.

"You never could hold out on me for long!" He bit his bottom lip hard with excitement, "Let's give that you're not the same theory a test."

i think this time i'll be through fr....

"You're soooo good," He slurred his words with so much happiness, dick covered in your cream from how fast and hard he was moving.

Your cheek was smushed against the wall he punched and you could barely keep your balance as he fucked you like a toy.

"Pleaseee," You couldn't get your request out as you came once more, body squirming from good you felt.

Straining to watch your fucked out face, you could hear his frustrated tsking.

"You know this position isn't any good for some face time." Mark flipped you with ease, back hitting the wall as he slid easily in practically purring from how slick your pussy felt.

"Muchhh better." His mask was off and you couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. The darkness in his eyes still hadn't left and what scared you was how it was beginng to spur you on.

"Nobody can ever take me like you can," He panted feverishly, fingers gripping your neck to keep control, "Ever."

"You hear that?" your wetness spoke for you but he still forced your jaw open with his thumb, spit on his hand, "I know you heard my question, what I say about being rude?" Your wrapped your legs around his waist tighter as he slammed you up and down his length on repeat.

"I do!" You sobbed walls clenching around his dick, feeling so full. You'd never been fucked with this much intensity and it was overwhelming.

"Who did that?"He forced your neck down, your eyes stuck on how much of your cum covered his girth.

"You did-" You whimpered gasping when he snapped his hips at a different angle.

"I think it was a team effort." He murmured teasingly in your ear before biting it, strokes becoming sloppier. Your hands rested on his shoulders then went up to hold onto something.

Mark twitched inside you from the sensation of your pulling his hair, and you found yourself hoping he'd fill you to brim with cum.

"Pull it some more," Your fingers sunk into the back of his hair, and you tugged but it wasn't enough,"Harder, as hard as you can!"

You felt like you were about to rip his hair out but as his eyes rolled to the back his head and his thrusting grew more hurried you knew he was close.

Sinking his teeth into your neck as he came, nut dripping onto the ground from how much it was he still continued to fuck into you.

You were just getting started.

[moonmaiden1996]

Thinking about Sanji... 🤔🤭 Do you think besides the nosebleeding he comes undone in his pants very often?

18 +++ Suggestiveness

I mean I should be sleeping but this ask must be answered!

ALL THE TIME!

This man is practically the poster child for coming in his pants. Let’s break it down even further, because the scenarios where this man absolutely loses it are endless.

Sanji is the ultimate combination of devotion and zero chill. From the moment you set foot on the ship, he’s been hopelessly infatuated, worshipping you like a goddess. And let’s be real—when Sanji loves, he loves hard. Which means he also cums hard. Every glance, every smile, every casual interaction with you is like a shot to his very soul and well--- his pants.

The nosebleeds? Just the tip of the iceberg. Sanji is so worked up, so brimming with adoration and desire, that the smallest, most innocent gesture can leave him clinging to his last shred of composure and make as mess in his pants.

Everyday Moments That Ruin Him:

When You Praise His Cooking: The way you moan softly after tasting one of his dishes? He’s toast. A trembling, stammering mess, ready to drop to his knees and thank the universe for your existence as he explodes.

Adjusting Your Clothes: Fixing your shirt strap or adjusting your skirt without even thinking about it? He’s biting down on his lip so hard its hard to know where his losing the most bodily fluids from.

Stretching in the Morning: Catching a glimpse of you stretching after waking up, arms above your head, soft sigh escaping your lips? He’s gripping the nearest piece of furniture for dear life- the man needed to change his outfit and he he hasn't even made breakfast yet

Subtle Teasers That Shatter Him:

Eating Something Messy: Watching you innocently bite into a piece of fruit or a pastry, lips glossy and fingers a little sticky? He’s sweating, his knees weak, heart pounding like a drum and his definatly twitching.

Playful Touches: You laugh and lightly tap his arm, or, heaven forbid, rest a hand on his shoulder while asking him something. His brain short-circuits defiantly thinking about another place he would like you to touch as he reaches his peak.

Trying to Learn Something New: If you’re cooking and lean in close to ask for tips, he’s hyper-focused on not combusting as you innocently stand inches away from him. If he has to put his arms around you to help your technique he is a goner.--- RIP SANJI.

Accidental Intimacy:

Sharing a Drink: You take a sip from his glass or taking a bite off his fork? His thoughts spiral, and he’s barely holding it together. I mean he just isn't he collapses on the floor and is twitching for at least 10 minutes before his aftershocks subside.

Fixing His Tie: Adjusting his tie or brushing crumbs off his shirt? He’s will be needing to take a trip to his room to change.

Wearing His Clothes: Borrow his jacket or shirt? The though alone sends him its a sea of moans. The sight-- this will send him onto a full on fit and I am talking multiple. He passes out from pleasure here.

Sanji’s mind has been racing about you since the day he met you. Whether it’s imagining sweet, romantic gestures or, well, less innocent daydreams, he’s perpetually teetering on the edge. Any minute he could burst. He’s so eager and so deeply in love that even the most mundane interactions feel electric so he is very sensitive to anything you do.

Would he be mortified if you caught on? Absolutely. But deep down, a secret part of him would revel in it— he wants you too watch him! Knowing that even without trying, you have this effect on him. It’s just further proof of how utterly and hopelessly devoted he is to you and proves how amazing you are.

On the whole Sanji doesn't see this as a bad thing he sees it a proof that your made for him but... he does not love the amount of laundry he has to do or running out completely and having to borrow erghhhh Zoro's. The texture, the smell… the sheer uncomfortableness of having to wear Mosshead's clothes. But when he’s desperate, he’ll reluctantly reach for those, all while muttering curses and swearing that he’ll never let it come to that again. Of course it does as Sanji simply cannot stop himself.

But after that horrifying experience Sanji will just go commando or finally get you to love him so he can become undone in some other way *waggles eyebrows* you know what I mean.

I cannot resist a Sanji ask...who am I joking I cannot resist any One Piece guy I mean Corazon ....

Hope you enjoyed. I would love to know your take on his too :P

LIKE. COMMENT. REQUEST.

[itsgivingmami]

part 2 of wait for me??? plz we need it😫

Listen… y’all been heard🫡🫣 sorry about the wait! Hope you enjoy, thanks everyone for all the love on part one!! (Which if you haven’t read it please do it’s linked at the bottom!)

Comments, likes and reposts are always appreciated!

Wait For Me(part 2)- Rhea Ripley

Warnings: stalking, use of a weapon against reader

WC: 2117

Don’t think this needs a part 3 but lemme know what y’all think 🤔

        "You're not asleep," Rheas voice is husky and thick with exhaustion, her nails scratch between your shoulder blades lightly. You were facing away from her and watching the clouds move out the window, trying to stay as still as possible.

     "Neither are you," you retort trying to keep the mood light although you know you're both thinking about what's been happening. You roll onto your back and look over at her, "and I'm not the one who had a wrestling match today,"

       You two lay in silence for a while wondering where to go from here, whether going back to "sleeping" or getting up and doing something else was a better choice. You're debating suggesting a movie when you feel Rheas hand slide under the sheet to grab yours.

    "I've never felt that before that," she whispers shakily and her grip tightens, "fear," she's laying on her back staring up at the ceiling, shaking her head as if sorting the thoughts as they come. "I mean I've been scared before but tonight was... fucking gutting I thought you-"

    The choke that cuts her off is something in all your years of friendship, you'd had yet to hear. Watching small tears fall down the sides of her cheeks you feel your stomach drop.

     "I'm sorry," you quickly lean on your forearms sitting up, " I should've waited for you," you try to wipe her cheeks but she gently grabs your wrists holding them still.

     "No," she shakes her head at you, "you shouldn't have to worry about some fucking creep," you nod gently when she stares at you, a more familiar Rhea coming back for a moment. "I just don't think I've ever felt fear like that before because," she takes a quick breath, sits up and wraps her larger hands around yours, "I don't think I've ever loved anyone like I love you,"

      "Love me love me?" You clarify and you see Rhea let out the breath she was holding and grins slightly before pulling her lips against her teeth.

     "Love you love you,"  she assures. You're struggling to find the words that make sense and overwhelmed by feeling you lean forward to kiss her and this time she meets you there. Her rings are cold against your jaw and she pulls you closer and the little gasps you're letting out at the way she's touching you is riling her too easily.

      Her other hand comes up to cradled your face as she leans backward and you fall forward onto her body. Goosebumps pebbled your bare arms as she brushed her finger tips up and down. She moves from your lips to kiss your cheeks and up the side of your face.

      "I love you," you softly rasp to her and she moves back to your mouth to press a rough kiss to your lips before pulling back,

    "Are you getting tired?"

   

     "No,"

                                                 ~

    When you wake up you're laying on a carefully placed pillow rather than the woman you'd fallen asleep on. Throwing the duvet off your legs you stand up and head towards the en-suite and open the door to an empty room. In a panic you make your way downstairs barely missing falling down the them before you make it to the living room.

     "Rhea?" She turns towards you, standing in front of the kitchen table with her arms crossed. Seated behind of her are two police officers, "what's happening?" She turns to the strangers and asks for a second before coming over to you. Her hands take hold of your hips and her thumbs trace shapes gently.

    "He sent another message," Rhea explained trying to stay calm for you but the underlying anger was evident in her eyes. 

    "Photo?" She nods and you walk past her towards your phone that sits open on the table, taking a moment before you realize you're looking at yourself sleeping yesterday. The nausea is violent and you brace yourself against the table, the female officer says something about pressing charges but you barely hear her. You feel watched and disgusting and you want to search Rheas house and take a shower to try and scrub away the feeling.

"Hey," Rheas hands meet your wait as she spins you to face her, "it's alright, you're safe with me until they go get that bitch in cuffs," her foul language makes you giggle shakily, eyes slightly tearing.

     "Once we report and have a warrant we'll placing him under arrest and you'll be notified once he's in custody," the officers says to you and holds out her card for you to take, her partner behind as Rhea goes to walk them out. You’re torn between going to searching the house and waiting for Rhea to come back.

You both were hoping that Rheas presence in your life would force this guy to cease and until this morning you were pretty sure the plan had worked and that Rheas panic last night had been residual worry. You feel sick as you realise she was exactly right and the short while you’d been without anyone else he’d managed to get to you. You stare down at your phone in disgust.

“I shouldn’t have gone through your shit,” you hear Rhea apologise as she walks back in, she redirects to the doorway where she unlatches the baby gate. “I was unpacking our bag and saw it and I just couldn’t-“

You gently place your hand on her arm and she trails off allowing you to speak, she’s certain you’re about to go off about privacy but as you stay silent she starts to worry.

“I don’t care about that,” you tell her, her T-shirt balls in your fist as you cling to her and she allows her body to be pulled against yours. “I feel disgusting,”

“Lemme run you a shower,” she suggests and her want to care for you isn’t unfamiliar but now that things have changed between you it feels deeper. You’re still hesitant and scenes from slasher fill your head. “I’ll stay with you,” she promises,

“I don’t know Rhe if you’re with me what about the house?” You question and she chuckles softly before looking behind you. You turn to see her dogs staring out the window at the world.

“I think they’ve got this,” Rhea reassures and Barry barks loudly as he spots a squirrel, you nod and allow her to escort you up the stairs. You two make it back to her bedroom where she pauses at the dresser, grabbing you some clean clothes to put on. There’s no doubt you’ve left stuff here over the years and you have some stuff in your bag but she takes this as an opportunity to see you in her clothes and the possessive part of her has been screaming since she saw that picture on your phone.

“Cmon baby,” she holds her hand out and despite all the things going on you blush at the pet name and take her hand.

~

That night you’re back at the performance center, watching Rhea do a promo on a small tv screen. Damian and Zelina have you firmly pressed in the seat between them but despite that you can’t help but look over your shoulder and stare at everyone who walks in the room. It had been hours and heard nothing from the officer you spoke to that morning.

“Your girls cookin out there,” Damian grabs your attention from the p.a you don’t quite recognize but there’s a tinge of familiarity and you brush it off. How many people worked here? It was impossible to remember them all. He’s right, she’s got the stadiums full attention and although you’re not really sure what’s she’s mad about you smile. Your girl. “Mics on fire,”

The three of you watch as she exits and once she’s clear from cameras her steps speed up, she barely misses smacking someone’s manager with the curtain as she rips it open and coming towards you brushes past the p.a in the room who sends her a glare over the shoulder. She’s relieved to see you where she’d left you, safely between her friends. At her arrival you stand to hug her and her strong arms pull you up until your feet just barely touch the ground.

“I’m okay,” you whisper as you notice she’s not letting you go. You give her a tight squeeze and look in her eyes, as you to stare you see the fear leave her face. “You looked hot out there,” you joke and she eases her hold finally, gently placing you back on the ground. You reach to grab her hands and get blocked by the hand mic she’s holding.

“Lemme hand this off,” she says and turns before stopping and looking back to you, “you look hot right now,” she winks and looks around. She’s no more than four feet away, Damian and Zelina maybe ten when your hair gets grabbed roughly and you’re pulled against a body you don’t recognise. There’s something cold against your throat and you still. Damian sees you first and goes to help,

“One more step and she fucking bleeds,” you hadn’t heard that voice in almost a week, not since you were across from it in a restaurant. Your wide teary eyes find Rhea, she’s standing ready to strike but holds still at the threat of your safety. Additional security floods the room and your assailants grip tightens around your middle, whatever type of weapon pressed at your neck pinches and cuts your skin. “Not so scary are you now big bitch,” he spits at Rhea and you see her fists clench at her sides, “she was supposed to be mine! I’m the one who loves her!”

The shouting is loud in your ears and you can feel spit landing on you. You’re looking anywhere for an escape but as no one in the room moves it’s clear to you that the danger you’re in is severe.

“You’re holding her hostage,” someone in the room throws out and you’re forced to back up as he does. You stumble backwards falling against his body. You wanted to scream and rip away at full force before meeting Rheas eyes. Her silent gaze tells you to stay calm and you try to trust her, she’s going to get you out of this.

“Me? I didn’t drag her from her home and force her to live with me!” For a moment you see Rhea waiver and her breaking makes you feel like you’re not getting out of this… unless maybe,

“Thank you,” your voice is shaky as you speak, worried about moving your skin across the blade. The room silences completely, little whispers of what to do and who to call ceases. “She made me stay with her,”

You’re trying to tell the man behind you, but your eyes don’t leave Rhea. Her brows furrow at your statement and you pray that after years of friendship she might be able to hear your silent words. At your “admission” you feel the man let go slightly and you take your first deep breath when the knife isn’t as close before sending as much force with your elbow backwards.

A flurry of movement happens around you and you fall forward onto your knees. Heavy boots pass you and you hear clinking sounds followed by the miranda rights. You don’t move, your brain still catching up and you shake in place.

“Thank god,” you hear Rheas voice as she hits the ground in front of you, her eyes move around your body looking for signs of injury and other than the small cut still letting out beads of blood you seem unharmed.

“I didn’t mean it,” you tell her, her voice jogging your brain forward as you remember what you just said. Your hands reach for her and she meets them immediately pulling you to straddle her knees. “I love you,”

“I know darlin I know,” she coos as she strokes your hair, allowing you to cry onto her shoulder. She couldn’t give less of a shit about her shirt, just relieved to have you back. She thought not being able to find you was the most fear she’d ever felt, just to be proven so wrong just now. Rhea pulls you to look at her, her hand encasing the side of your face. “That was smart pretty girl, almost had me fooled too,”

“But I love you,” you repeat and your hand comes to cup her own on your cheek, firmly keeping it in place and you press a kiss to her palm.

“I love you too, you’re safe with me now,”

[snail-day]

how would yan!jjk react if readers anger never goes away🤔? since it seems that reader is sorta "used" to it

I think this applies to any Yandere situation - there’s only so much punishment a person can endure before that initial anger starts to simmer down.

TW: Yandere behaviors, cruel and unjust punishments.

At some point, it’s less about staying angry and more about survival. No matter how much rage someone has, if they’re constantly subjected to brutal punishments, that fire starts to dim. It’s not necessarily acceptance, but more like a learned response - resisting only brings more suffering, and the body/mind can only take so much before breaking.

Like, I don’t know about you, but if someone ripped my nail off or broke one of my bones? My temper wouldn’t just fade - it’d be replaced with something worse. Fear. Numbness. A deep, exhausted kind of defeat. And that’s exactly what some Yanderes want - not just submission but the complete erasure of any fight left in their darling.

Of course, some yanderes might actually miss that anger once it’s gone. If they thrived off your fire, if they loved having a reason to punish you, then seeing you go quiet might unsettle them. Maybe they start being “gentler,” coaxing reactions out of you again. Or maybe they take it as a victory, fully believing they’ve “fixed” you. Either way, once the anger is gone, there’s no going back - it changes everything.

How I think the various JJK members would react:

Gojo: At first, he’d find your anger adorable, a little firecracker constantly snapping at him. Though, deep down, this man just wants to be loved. The longer your rage lingers, the more desperate he becomes. If he can’t make you love him naturally, then he’ll just have to create the illusion of love. Keeping you drugged and happy is a small price to pay. At least when you’re loopy, when your body relaxes and you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, he can pretend. Pretend that you actually want to be there. Pretend that it’s real.

Sukuna: I rarely write him, but I feel like he’d thrive off a darling who never stops being angry. Your snarling, your spitting curses, the way you glare daggers at him- it excites him. He doesn’t want a docile little pet; he wants you feral, clawing at him like a wild animal. Don’t mistake his amusement for mercy. He owns you, and if he ever feels like your anger is stepping out of line, he’ll remind you who’s in charge. He’ll break every bone in your body, heal you, and do it again. He might even take your eyes - after all, you can’t glare at him if you can’t see. If you don’t watch your tongue? You might lose that too.

Geto: A very patient man, but patience has its limits. If you can endure his punishments, timeouts, drugs, forcing you to break your own bones, then he’ll just escalate. He’ll shift the pain elsewhere. First, your loved ones. Then, maybe innocent people - just to make sure you truly understand the stakes. He’ll take his time, making sure you watch, making sure you hear every scream. And right before he brands them with the cult’s insignia, he’ll glance over at you, mock disappointment in his eyes.

"You’re really making me do this, love."

A bad man through and through. Isn’t it easier to just give in?

Nanami: I’ve touched on this before, but Nanami is the type to treat you like a stray dog until you break. He doesn’t need to hurt you, not in the conventional sense; he has better methods. Starvation. Sleep deprivation. Isolation. He’ll strip away your comforts one by one until you’re soft like putty in his arms. If that doesn’t work? Then, like Gojo, he’ll simply keep you drugged. There’s no reason to make this harder than it needs to be. You’ll learn eventually.

[mxtantrights]

Jason finding out his so is pregnant with twins? 🤔

probably really shocked. like big shock. didn't think that when the two of you were trying that this could happen. well, the chances aren't zero but it is low. low enough that it didn't even register that it could happen.

after the initial shock wears off Jason is probably trying to figure out how he's going to raise two kids with you. thinking about raising one was a total mind wreck, but this? This is going to take some planning. fine tuned planning.

Jason was already going to read all the pregnancy books but now he's reading double the amount. there are more ifs and maybes now that it's twins.

this also means that Jason has to make some investments. like two car seats. two car strollers. an actually car and not a motorcycle. (somehow the bat mobile is able to fit two car seats, don't ask how he finds this out)

doesn't want to know the genders. oh Jason is totally the type to want it to be a surprise. he wants to find out when you give birth. not at a baby shower and not in a doctors office.

probably stares at amazement at you all the time. not only are you carrying one life, you're carrying two.

satisfies all of your cravings. peanut butter and pickles? ice cream and French fries? done. foot massages, shoulder massages, soothing sounds to fall asleep to.

he also lets you sleep closest to the door for the nine months only because he knows you'll have to use the bathroom and it's easier and quicker for you to be near the door. but as soon as you've birthed the twins he's right back to sleeping closest to the door.

takes Polaroid pictures of you doing mundane things. says it's for the photo album that Alfred is putting together. (one day you ask Alfred about said photo album and he doesn't have any idea what you're talking about.)

Jason wants to name one of them, and he wants you to name the other. and he won't tell you the name ideas he has/won't listen to you if you try to tell him yours. likes surprises in this instance only!!

Jason probably has to be talked down from painting the room some ugly color. he wants to be inclusive but throw-up yellow is not it!

his siblings take care of a lot of things for him without him having to ask. suddenly the corners and sockets in the house are baby proofed. six month supply of diapers. wholesale club membership card in your name approved.

day of the birth Jason is calm on the outside but freaking out on the inside. he won't show it because you're already going through so much. (you find out about halfway through and ask him to freak out without)

you're in labor for twelve hours. Jason is there for all of it. he doesn't leave your side. the siblings become your henchmen. you need ice chips? Damian's got it. You need a nurse? Cass and Duke have your back. Need to watch better channels on the hospital tv? Tim is your guy.

Bruce talks to Jason while they both stare at your twins through the glass window of the nursery. Bruce doesn't have to say much, he knows Jason will be a good dad. And Jason likens Bruce's belief in him to his childhood with Bruce. Yes it wasn't normal but it was a childhood he'll never forget.

Jason carries both babies in his arms for the firs time and cries. Like silent tears rolling down his cheeks. You start crying too.

Jason's name for baby #1: Cassie

Your name for baby #2: Peter

a/n: OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!! THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN ANON <33333 didn't know how much I needed Jason to be a dad until I did this. you're a rockstar!!

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[spoilers below cut]

Man I tell you, another heavy day in my production job. And on top of that, pollen season. There goes my allergies smh. Well, at least I get bit of a break, have some food with me, and I can finally watch today's episode. Let's see what we got! *sees thumbnail* 😶 .....I haven't even pressed on the video and my theorist senses are tingling already

"wait what?"

Alright, so I'm going to need you to follow along with me here, cool? Now, doesn't 4's pose seem familiar to you? Well, it should because that's exactly the same pose as the ringmaster 4 render from the early version of the WOTFI website. We all know it was really Mr Puzzles behind it all.

And now look at the ads! It certainly feels very similar to what happened in the "Mario PC Virus" episode, and y'know how I already pointed out how it could connect to the goop!4 theory. BUT y'know what other video had ads?

That's suspicious. That's sus. 💅 /ref

"Don't you think it's Ben trolling again? Or just taking creative liberties?"

No bc the thing is, it's the thumbnail and it's the Team who gave him the prompt in the first place. Ofc Ben can take creative liberties, but essentially it has to follow the prompt. How have I not started the episode yet?! *turns to the Team* I'm watching you.... /silly

(the following is my live reaction:)

and there's our beloved intro *claps like an excited lil kid*

A convention? oooooh

LOOK AT THEM AAAAA

ofc 3 talking about his villain self 😌↕️

Clench being a VTuber was not on my bingo card but honestly, good for him (and I do love Tari sticking out from the table hehe)

and MELONY! you got what Axol's been working on, Two Piece. Gotta love the continuity, dude. The cover looks great!

Melony: "At least, I hope so..." 🥺 Oh honey, Axol would've been so proud of you and what you've done. I can already imagine him singing praises to it and say "look at what my girlfriend and I have done! :D"

YES, let's spread the word!! ofc Mario and 4 would help, they care so much about their friends

ngl Mario's got a good tactic.

and there goes 3's eye lol (don't think about goop!4 don't think about goop!4 don't think about goop!4)

*wii sports theme plays*

YES YES YES oh I'm so here for it

look at them go :D

nahnahnah, Team. You think you can do a speed-up moment and for me not to pause it frame by frame? smh /silly

luckily for the rest of yall, I got you:

and yes, it did have some repeats that I think they're very interesting: "turns you muscular SUPER chad", "makes you rich", "become SWAG", "get your a bunch of friends", "become a member of society", "become a SIGMA", get a romantic partner ("girlfriend" (the one with Mario) or "boyfriend", "you WON'T NEED SLEEP", "become AWESOME"/"RESPECTED"

Ofc it could just be how much 4 wants to emphasize the benefits of getting the manga. But it certainly feels strange, doesn't it? *writing notes down like a madman*

also a win for the skittle squad

and ay, it's got 4's stamp of approval!! (curious that the Team used the old model instead of current one 🤔)

hehe look at 4 pouting while he sits 💙

SMG4: "This is how it works!" 4, bud, are you ok?

ok first off, WE GOT THE OG 4 MODEL BACK?! WHAT? and two, Mario has a point. 4 is taking things too far and really needs a wake-up call. I have a feeling as to why 4 may be acting this way....

oh. oh okay.

So they decided to bring parallels to show how much 4 and Mario's fighting is affecting her/reminding her of her family separating. Hmm. Alright, Team, which one of you decided to strike that dagger into my heart? 😭 /lh

And Mario walked away just like Melony's mom did *head in hands*

and that's 4 alright. He would say that "everything's fine" when it's clearly not smh

4, buddy no :(

SMG3: "The real villain is society..." Well you ain't wrong, 3

Wait a second. Enhance..... enhance.....

I see what you did there, Shadow 😌↕️

love that Toad's like right here too

OMG was that 4's "date" from the "Find Luigi" episode? IT IS.

I'm tell yall, 4 has a secret art account and is selling his work as merch/prints. I mean, c'mon

NO 4, people were waiting for Silksong for decades naurrrr

oh Melony, my girl :(

*pauses episode* ........they did not just do that. I'm rewinding that moment 2/3 times now, what do you mean I was right about my suspicions? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY JUST BROUGHT BACK IGBP?!

I need to walk away. I need to leave the room, do a cartwheel and dive into a lake, bc HUH?!

okok, let's breathe. goop!4 is gonna happen, and this is not just a "haha Ink is a crazy lil theorist wishing for this to happen". The fact that he said "nowadays" means that the situation is affecting him too. Ofc it would, that's his livelihood, his WHOLE PURPOSE as a meme guardian. But, other than that, it makes sense why he's doing this (I'll talk about it soon)

Mario: "SMG4, you're better than this! You've done enough damage." 😨 holy shit. it's like I got shot through the heart WTF. I might just cry in this episode

who keeps punching me in the FEELSSSSS 😭 poor Melony, those guys were absolute jerks smh (desperate times do call for desperate measures *ready to make swiss cheese*)

*head in hands* :(

at least they can apologise

*points at screen* hehe that's me :) I'm just a reporter

did I hear the peanut gallery audio from ace attorney? 👀 (<- ace attorney fan, don't mind Ink)

The Crew came? 🥹

EVEN SHROOMY?

OUGH that got to me, dude. They all came to support her and enjoyed the manga. I'm tearing up, dude.....

what did I say? Melony may have not had both parents as they were separating, lost Axol to the events of the Genesis/Revelations arc, was betrayed by who she thought was a friend who understood her, and despite it all, she's been so strong. Having friends, her found family...

man, this hit me hard and it's not even from the allergies, I tell you that

the truest supporters are the ones who care

this episode wants me dead /very pos

what's the lesson, Mario?

SMG4: "Is that we shouldn't care so much about fame and profit and instead be proud of our friend's work? No matter how successful it is?" yeah pretty much... "No"? wdym "no"?

....nahnahnah, you can't end the episode there, what the hell do you mean by that?

You can't close it off like that! What about my suspicions!? You can't just move on like that in front of my theorist self, c'mon!!

sitcom laugh track and everything, smh /silly

Congrats to SteveAlexAri12 for your art being featured in the end credits for this episode 🎉 cool art of WPNZ

um. Team, any particular why? just asking /j

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Wow, this. This was absolutely fantastic omg. The writing in this was so good and I loved the tidbits of animation we got, like when Mario and 4 were picking up the pages to clean! This was somehow brilliant, and this is coming from a long-time viewer.

It' crazy's awesome that they brought Wolfychu back to do some lines this episode, and I was right about the Waggy cameo from Shadow (YES!). Also, EVAN! You make the cover of the manga? It looks SO GOOD, dude!! As always, great work with the writing on your end 👏

I've already mentioned Melony but we have to talk about the boys. Both Mario and 4 had good intentions to help their friend out. "I would do anything to not lose my friends" and that's exactly what 4 did. The algorithm has been affecting him so much that he didn't want Melony to go through it either. So, he went overboard with the crazy advertising and such, but he still cared for his friend. And a touch of self-doubt and insecurity from IGBP is back because he thought he wasn't doing enough. What good of a friend is he if he can't help out? The savior complex in him would say that he isn't good enough to help Melony, to "save" her from the low viewer retention. That he isn't enough, so he went desperate to have anyone take a copy of the manga. This isn't just about selling a book, it's that he's worth the friendships he has and they can always come to him if they need anything.

He doesn't want to lose them.

Ofc Mario cares so much about 4, they've known each other for years. Best of friends. If anything, Mario would know everything's not fine with 4's actions and thoughts in general. It's why the line, "SMG4, you're better than this! You've done enough damage" from Mario to 4 hits so hard. 4 was back to the "None of you understand the work I do" moment from Mar10, relapsing, and Mario needed to remind 4 of his true self, the one that cared for his friends without perfections. That instead of helping as 4 sees it, 4 was hurting Melony unintentionally, and he has to open his eyes to see that. Two sides, indeed.

Curious that the episode ended with the not "go cuckoo crazy" lesson instead of what 4 said. Goop!4 would eventually happen, bc at this point, yes. But what Mario said is exactly what 4's mindset is rn. 4 is bottling up his emotions and trauma and as long as he doesn't think about it for too long, everything's fine. As long as he doesn't reach that breakpoint, he's fine. In some way, he learned his lesson after IGBP but not quite. For one, he still doubts himself with the guilt of IGBP on top of it. And two, nothing is letting him move on from his trauma. His in-universe audience isn't letting him, Puzzles during WOTFI wasn't letting him, the memories he's been suppressing wasn't enough.

Why does he go through the extreme? Bc he thinks that it would solve everything for him. Like how he locked Puzzles in prison, thinking that Puzzles would remain there when we all know a prison escape is bound to happen. Like the Meme Factory itself was an elaborate trap. Whatever it takes to protect himself emotionally, as he's under the line from having a meltdown, he's fine. But what is that line? What is his breaking point? The thing is he wouldn't known, as shown in this episode, thinking he would still fix it. Everything's fine, he's fine.

And y'know what the cherry on top is? That, other than 4 and Mario enjoying the manga, Boopkins and Luigi were the first to be interested in Melony's creation, regardless of popularity. Very representative of Kevin irl and the deeper significance of IGBP.

....whoops sorry, I went on rambling for too long. I mean, c'mon, you should know the drill by now *points at bio*. If anything, this episode is the biggest piece of evidence for the goop!4 theory, I'm sure our local co-CEO of the theory Funkii (hey moot!) and other goop!4 enthusiasts would agree, YESSIR. Overall, this was such a sweet episode and I can't wait for more. That's all from me, and remember: numbers always go first!

*taps mic* ...well chat, how do we feel knowing that the star trio all canonically wore maid outfits? (well technically Madoka outfits from 4 & Mario but still)

[yandere-sins]

Just read your yandere!Ghost HCs and I am absolutely in love!! What are your thoughts on a shared darling between an all yandere!task force 141? Do you think it will make Ghost less possessive cause he doesn't have to worry about protecting their darling all the time or even more so cause he has to share? 🤔 Also curious about the other members interacting both with their darling and each other.

You're an amazing writer and I love all of your works so much!! Have a lovely day!! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for your request! ♥ I only did the core members I know of and about, hope that's alright!

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Price

♡ John has undisputed dips on you in this dynamic. He doesn't take the active role of caretaker for you, but he gets to hold you first after a mission, be the first to kiss you, and ask if you've eaten and if you were good while he was gone. He's the one giving orders concerning you after consulting with the others, and he's the one to cozy up to if you really want to better your living situation, even though he doesn't easily fall for tricks. You'll have to behave in front of him because the punishments he orders are all the harsher. Putting you into your place never feels more bittersweet than when he gives you both carrot and stick to remind you of your position by his side. That you are nothing without him. That you need him. But as long as you indulge him a little whenever he asks for it, his presence in the group isn't much trouble to you.

♡ Price mostly hands over taking care of you to the boys, laughing when he jokes about "being too old" to clean up after you. But he has that authority no one can argue against. If he wants you in his bed for the night, the others won't complain as they send you to his room, and if he dislikes your attitude, he'll treat you like a rookie soldier in need of some discipline—just without professionalism holding him back. But it's so easy to get along with him if only you let down your pride a bit. When you catch him watching you across the table, get up from whoever's lap you are on and climb on Price's. Allow him to knead your thighs and ass while you cuddle against his chest, and you'll have this grown man melt with affection for you. And when he asks whose bed you want to share that night, never hesitate to ask for his. If he doesn't want to, he'll send you away anyway, but showing him how devoted you are will earn you lots of browny points that might help you out of more complicated situations with the others. Price never forgets what you do—neither good nor bad.

Soap

♡ Soap is, undoubtedly, the social butterfly of the group, and you are his unwilling victim. He so loves to hang out with you, every bit of attention going straight to his ego. Then again, he's also your best bet when it comes to food, bathing, and other basic needs that you want met from your captors. He's the easiest to ask for anything because he wants your attention desperately and will try to fulfill your wishes like a dog trying to impress his owner. He's also your main chaperon around base, gladly escorting you to the kitchen, the bathroom, or wherever the rest of the group is. If no one else claims you for the day or night, his room is basically yours, and you are often collected from it, as John will claim all your time and your sanity if left unchecked.

♡ Regardless, behind all the smiles and jokes, he's definitely the most obsessed. You'll find him wide awake, watching you sleep at night or licking your cutlery after you eat. There have been no fewer than three times that he didn't accompany you into the shower, taking advantage of you whenever he can. It's hard to look into his eyes sometimes, wide open and swirling with madness while he watches you, always right there to catch you when you fall. Soap will gladly lick the blood off your wounds if he's not pulled away by the collar of his shirt. King of not caring what the others think, he's not even realizing how weird he's being, but you know. You know what he does with your underwear at night. You know the crazed rambles he whispers into your ear when he thinks you're asleep. You wholeheartedly believe he's tempering with your food sometimes, and you know there's hell to pay if you make him snap. John will take a lot of screaming and fighting back. However, you still have bruises from the last time his composure cracked, and no amount of him kissing them better helps to forget the way he can and will crack your skull on a wall if you defy him one too many times.

Ghost

♡ The reality is that Simon profits greatly from the arrangement but isn't too keen on it. He'll tolerate it; watch quietly as everyone else salivates over you. But nothing can convince him that any of the guys are better for you than he is. Even if he gives in to Price's authority, Soap's efforts, and Roach's right to you, doesn't mean he thinks they should have you. He's known for stealing you out of beds and sometimes kidnapping you to someplace the others won't find right away to get some undisturbed alone time. However, being with him is terrifying. You won't be able to relax, your heart pounding against your ribcage when you're with him. After all, it's Ghost, and he's a big, unpredictable meanie, at least in your opinion.

♡ Doesn't help that he's usually the one to diffuse any problems the others have with you before taking you with him and giving you the punishment you'll feel for the next few days. The others trust him to do the right thing, to make you obedient and sweet again. And he does, most of the time. There's only so much pain and torture you can endure. But he's also the one to mend your wounds and patch you up, gently asserting authority over you when you get fussy while he helps you stay alive after one of the others caused havoc on your body. You told him so many times you wanted to die, and he was the one to soothe you, hold you until you fell asleep. Sometimes, you think about thanking him. But then you remember his other side, the one that enjoys your pain, enjoys your dependency on him. The Ghost that loves cornering you against walls and kissing you breathlessly while you struggle, the one that broke and put your ankles into casts after you tried to run away. The shadow that is always there to remind you to play nice but who never rewards you in return. He must love you, somewhere, deep inside his shrewd brain. But you hate him with every fiber of your being. He's your worst nightmare, enemy, the bastard of the group. And your savior, protector, and most devoted lover at the same time.

Roach

♡ Gary is the yandere that you want to get along with. Who you actively try to pull on your side against the others, thinking he'd give you some leniency and compassion. After all, he ensures you get what you need when everyone else is too busy fawning over you. He brings in the goods to play with you, and makes you little gifts that you know are from him but he never claims your thanks. Roach is the last escape when you're in for another punishment, and you gladly disregard the fact that he's turning a blind eye to what his mates are doing if it means escaping whatever Soap or Ghost are planning to do with you. He's the eery presence at your back, his eyes always drilling into you, but his hands never forcing you towards him. He feels safe. Safer than anyone else, at least. But still waters are deep, and you don't know how you and his delayed gratification affect him.

♡ You are in for a rude awakening when you run to him, beg him to help you, and plead with him to make the others stop. Suddenly, his hands are all over you, and you are pulled into his lap, tightly secured in his arms, face burying into the crook of your neck as he breathes you in. It feels like you're imprisoned in his grasp, your body crushed between his and his arms. He's patient, always laying in wait for you to come to him, so when you do, you are all his. No one dares to disturb him when he traps you against him. The others might sigh and groan but will retreat and give him the time he's owed, considering he never asks for it. And Roach plans to use his time with you wisely, give you all the attention and care he's been holding back or doing in the shadow. You'll belong to him all night long without a second to breathe while he devours you, devotes all his love to you. You'll only be given back once he's done smothering you in suffocating adoration, leaving his marks all over you, and making you thoroughly regret the trust you put into him to help you and protect you. He's just as bad, if not worse than the others, and he'll gladly lure you into the fake sense of safety again with his presence and subtle touches that will keep them away as no one knows when Roach is ready to claim you again. Now that he had a taste, it's hard not to want more...

[asaedw]

Hi bae 🫶 take your time with this one since you’re busy at the moment!

How would Sae react if he wakes up and finds out that you’re in a sleep paralysis🤔

It takes him a minute to understand. The first few whimpers you let out, he shrugged them off as a reaction to a nightmare. Soon, you're gripping the sheets with all of your body's force. Trembling, you attempt to scream, but to no avail. Sae can't look past your nail breaking as you grasp the sheets with such might. He begins to shake you, calling out your name. Your demon isn't going to let you go so easily. Sae takes you in his arms and pinches you, attempting to wake you from the paralysis. His anxiety reaches a new peak when he notices your shortness of breath and even the beads of sweat rolling down your face. His last straw was your vigorous trembling. He puts you on the bed gently and rushes to the kitchen, grabs a full bottle of water, and runs back ot you. He calls your name one last time as a warning. When you fail to wake up, hes dumping the cold water on your face. You wake up with a shock and a loud but short scream escapes your mouth. A sound even you didnt expect. "You okay?" He asks as if you didn't just almost drown. or at least feel like you were. "Yeah." You nod, looking around. Trying to comprehend the reality you're in. You throw your arms around Sae. The warmth of his body calms you, your muscles relax. You release a relieved sigh. "Thank you." You feel his hand grazing the back of your head. He doesn't say much. Just a little lecture as usual, "stop watching that horror stuff if you can't handle it." Before you can argue, he kisses the top of your head. An immediate 'shut up'. Fine. You think. I won't argue this time. "Go change." His voice is soft. The earlier fear dissolves. Settles. Somewhere far where it'll struggle to reach you.

author's note: I have a deep fear of sleep paralysis, so I just wish all of us someone like him. Plus, yes, I've been inactive because of my finals, and also working on the Pinklock chapter one at the same time. Guys, tell me in the comments some ideas for additional times of ur OCS and how they would interact with each other and my Asa. what they would do alone, w/ their parents, training, etc., ty guys! ill make a Discord server soon so that we can discuss easily.

[ilylovelyz]

kenma fatherly headcannons

i thought it would be interesting to think about what kenma would be like as a father 🤔

look, im not even gonna be nice with it, i definitely dont see kenma being excited at the idea of having a kid 😭

definitely was like "are you being fr 😟?" when you told him

he obviously wasnt an asshole about it, but he couldn't help his feeling and indifference about the whole thing

the two of you had a long talk about it

the whole time he was more or less "are you sure about this"

hes not a horrible person/partner, he wasnt about to force you to do an abortion

he just wanted to make sure this was actually what you wanted to do and if you were actually serious about it

after you were stern about keeping the baby, he was fine with it

he was more worried about how he would be like as a father because he's very much scared of little kids and struggles to bond with just anyone

also a little peeved at the thought of his alone/free time being taken away

doesnt like the idea of his alone time with you having a literal permanent third wheeler but wont admit that to anyone but kuroo 🌚

during ur pregnancy, he was actually really okay with it

he would check up on you various times of the day, asking how you feel

yeah, he wasnt really excited for it, but that doesn't mean he wont try for it

would pause his games and go to wherever part of the house you were in, eyeing your baby bump with those wary cat eyes of his, all "..how are you feeling..?"

tbh i see you getting pregnant before marrying him because the two of you were kinda lazy with being careful 😅

he kinda facepalms because now hes like "why didnt i think of the possibility of pregnancy🤦🏽‍♀️"

while it doesn't speed up the whole process, he'll now begin taking the thought of marriage seriously

he'll bring up the idea of eloping, or a small wedding because he doesn't like the idea of a big and elaborate wedding ceremony/party

he didnt really care about gender, but he did care about baby names because he didnt want the baby to have a stupid name

now i see him being very curious tho

so he'll ask you a bunch of questions about how it feels to be pregnant, eyes wide when you tell him all the gruesome parts 😭

will also spend some time looking up more information about pregnancy and childbirth

now i do think he'd be aware about how he should change himself for the better

he grew up kinda isolated, and he 100% didnt want that for his kid, especially considering the fact that his child will most likely be an only child too

aw sleeping in kenma's arms while he plays video games cuz hormones made you sad

he'll like announce ur pregnancy to his followers/fans, it was so random he was like "yeah guys im having a kid 😪 kinda scary ngl" during one of his livestreams

really appreciates and is totally surprised when he's gifted money and baby supplies by his fans

maybe posts short little clips of you sleeping in an odd position or doing random things because he thinks its funny how you now do things differently because your bump prevents you from doing things in a certain way

i think it would interest him in the way your baby bump grows

he would be a little mortified at the way he would poke your bump's skin and watch his indent stay there long after he pulled his finger away

would be kinda "??? 🤔🤨" when he first feels the baby's kick/movements

he would "begrudgingly" walk to the store for you late at night if you were craving something

acts all annoyed but lets bffr kenma we know ur a softie 🤣

okay for the birth tho he's so mortified

definitely doesnt want to watch but obviously will be there for you because he knows better

the whole time he feels secondhand discomfort for you and feels your cries in his deep in his core cuz ur in pain and he doesn't like that 😕

this might sound weird, but i see him bringing his portable gaming system to the hospital so you can play with him and get ur mind off things

not saying his feeling towards the baby will change after the birth, but he'll definitely be like "oh wow 😳" when the baby is first born

have u ever seen that clip of steve irwin first looking at bindi when shes born and hes all amazed and awestruck by her?

its like that but its less noticeable and its more like "this is my child?"

a little scared to hold the baby at first because he's afraid to drop her

but once he does he'll look down at it and be like "ur not so bad afterall 😪"

DEFINITELY doesn't get any sleep during the first few months because he'll for some reason take late night feedings/crying upon himself

hes all "ur such a pain bro 😒" while rocking the baby back and forth to soothe it, all cuddly and gentle with it

tbh i cant decide whether it be a girl or boy so its up to reader to decide

omg hes mortified after the first belch spit hes gone afterwards

literally condemns the baby to hell

hates changing diapers but does it for the sake of the baby's comfort and health

when he's alone with the baby, he'd be like "ur kinda ugly 🤔" while playing around with it

tbh i see him getting random bouts of urges to play with the baby and speaking to it in a baby voice secretly

gets really embarrassed if hes caught and acts like it never happened

when ur not there to watch the baby while he's gaming he'll actually be okay with the baby sitting in his lap while he games

if he wins he'll be all "lets goooo 😝" all up in the babies face 😭 lifting it up into the air and just being such a gamer dad

also starts teaching the baby how to play games real early on, making them hold a controller or something and teaching them game logistics

the baby is like 5 months old and doesn't know about taxes but knows about dnd 🤣🤦🏽‍♀️

i see him like announcing the birth of his kid to his followers/fans a couple weeks after the birth

only shows what the baby looks like when its like 6 months old and crawling all in the background, he'll turn around and be like "wanna see my baby?", lift up the baby and put it's face all up close into the camera 😭

does 0.5 and only 0.5 photos on the thing 😅

does a couple more streams afterwards when he "games" with the baby and blame loosing on the poor thing 😅

aw i can see him and the baby having matching outfits when he goes out with it

he's not the best dad, but he'll try his hardest

on a sweet note, if kenma feels lonely when ur away, he'll allow the baby to sleep in the bed he shares with you as a "substitution" and cuddle with it

yk that tiktok audio that goes "leave me alone baby 😒" and then goes "ur my baby i love you ☹️☹️🥰😘" yeah that hes that

[straykids-2001]

heyyyy so i don't really know you too well (searching for more dom reader accounts cuz everyone I'm following hasn't posted in months 😭) but i see you write for enhypen 🤭 since you asked for a request I thought I'd just share an idea...

Picture this. Reader and Sunoo both woke up for the day but it's a day off. Sunoo is humping Reader's thigh (and maybe sucking Reader's boob but if you wanna make it gender neutral then you can change or skip that part) He whimpers and calls Reader mommy/noona/whatever (I realllllly like mommy but again you can change or skip for gen nuetral) but he's getting tired because poor baby doesn't have much stamina. It's clear he's getting worn out but he's embarassed to admit it. So reader offers to take over (he agrees) and you can decide what happens next 😋

im sorry if this was too much or too weird. feel free to ignore if uncomfy. also if you dont wanna make a whole fic you could just share your thoughts about the idea 🤔 you can add whatever you want tho i dont mind 🙃

NEEDY BABY

Sorry it took so long. I hope you like it😓😃

Warning (praise, dom reader, sub sunoo, language, choking, dry humping, grinding mostly like cringe, mommy kinks, nicknames (princess, my love, baby) and I think that's it)

Your eyes fluttered, open as light shined in the room. You let out a low groan as something grinded against your leg.

You turned to him with half lidded eyes,

Sunoo had a needy expression on his face, He looked up at you with big wet eyes clinging to your leg, his body pressed against yours as he grinded down

"Please.....n-need you s-so bad." He whimpered loudly, making your eyes soften

You blinked the sleep from your eyes and looked at the boy. "Oh baby." You cooed gently, grabbing his waist and grinding him down

But that wasn't enough for him, Sunoo let out a whine as you grabbed his waist and grinded him down on your leg, his body trembling from need. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin as he continued to grind against you.

"M-more... I want more..." he whimpered, his hips moving faster and more desperately against you, clinging to your shirt

"Want mommy to do all the work?" You asked gently with a small smirk on your lips as he nodded quickly, Sunoo nodded again, his face still hidden in your neck.

He was too embarrassed to look you in the eye, but his body was honest enough to show you just how much he wanted you.

"Please, mommy... want you to take control. " he said, his voice a mix of desperation and submission. You chuckled, then moved on top of him.

"My pretty little princess." You muttered, leaving little kisses in his neck and collarbone

Sunoo let out a soft gasp as you moved on top of him, his body shuddering at the feeling of your lips on his skin. He tilted his head back, giving you more access to his neck and collarbone, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him.

"All yours..." he whispered, his voice barely audible as he submitted to you completely

"Can't do anything by yourself always need mommy's help." You whispered lowly, kissing his jaw line

Sunoo's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal at your words. He couldn't deny the truth behind them, his body and mind completely dependent on you.

"Y-yes... I can't do anything without you..."

he admitted, his voice trembling slightly as he arched his neck, silently asking for more kisses

"But that's ok, mommy knows you're her good boy." I pushed up his shirt gently, making him shiver and hold his hands up

His chest is now exposed to your touch, He looked up at you with big needy eyes, his body squirming under you with anticipation

of what would happen next.

You kissed over his nipple and smirked as he moaned, taking it between your lips as you watched him. He let out a loud moan and arched his back off the bed

*Sunoo's moan grew louder as you took his nipple between your lips, his back arching off the bed in pleasure. His hands clutched the sheets tighter, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip.*

"A-ah... yes, mommy... please..."he whimpered, his eyes shut tight as he focused on the sensation of your mouth on his sensitive nipple.

You chuckled and picked over the sensitive bud, teasing his nipples just to hear all his pretty little sounds, Sunoo's breathing became more rapid as you continued to tease his nipple, his body trembling with need and desire. He tried to buck his hips up, seeking friction, but you held him down firmly with your weight.

"P-please, more... I need more, Mommy..."he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation and a hint of frustration. His eyes fluttered open a tear fell, making you take pity on him

You took pity one boy and discarded all your guys' clothes, making him gasped quietly and moved his hand to your waist

He let out a soft gasp as you stripped, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. "You're so beautiful, mommy..." he breathed out, his gaze filled with admiration and desire

"Thank you, baby, you're just beautiful." You whispered and grabbed a holded of his cock, slowly rubbing up and down the semi hard cock

Sunoo let out a shaky moan as you grabbed his cock, his body arching into your touch. He was already sensitive and desperate, his cock twitching in your hand as you began to rub it.*

"M-mommy... feels so good..." he whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered himself to the pleasure, "Yeah, mommy, making you feel good?" You smirked, speeding up you hand as you watched his face

Sunoo's face contorted with pleasure as you sped up your hand, his breaths coming out in short, gasping moans. He nodded vigorously, his eyes still closed and his head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Y-yes... yes, mommy... so good... I love it..." he managed to gasp out between moans, his hips bucking up into your hand desperately

You lifted your hips and ran the tip over you fold making you bit your lip to hold back a moan "Fuck princess." You muttered, looking down at him

Sunoo's eyes snapped open as he felt you tease your folds with the tip of his cock, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and anticipation. He bit his lip as well, trying to hold back a moan at the sight of you above him.

"Please, mommy... need to be inside you..."

He begged, his voice trembling with need. He looked so pretty like this.

Sunoo looked absolutely wrecked beneath you, his hair messy and disheveled from your touch. His eyes were glazed over with tears, and his lips were parted as he panted heavily. He was a beautiful mess, completely surrendered to your control and desperate for your touch.

You smirked and pushed his tip in you, making you let out a moan and tilt your head back

Sunoo's eyes widened as you pushed his tip into you, a low groan escaping his lips. His hands clenched the sheets even tighter, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. He watched you with a mix of awe and desire, his eyes fixated on your face as you moaned and tilted your head back.

"Oh god... so tight..." he gasped, struggling to hold himself back from thrusting up into you

You looked down at him and gently eased him in you "Fuck princess so big." You groaned, sitting your hands on his chest and rocking back on his cock

Sunoo's chest heaved with ragged breaths as you eased him deeper into you, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He couldn't help but let out a strangled moan as you rocked back on his cock, his body shaking with the effort to remain still and not thrust up into you.

"You're... you're taking me so well, Mommy..."

he panted, his hands moving to grip your hips tightly, You let out a moan and leaned down to kiss him

Sunoo immediately responded to your kiss, his lips moving hungrily against yours. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with desperation and need.

Letting out a low groan as you two kiss, you hips moving faster as rode his cock "Making mommy feel so damn good my love." You muttered against his lips

Sunoo moaned into the kiss, his body arching up into yours as you rode him faster. He broke the kiss, gasping for air as he clung to you tightly.

"M-making me feel good too... so damn good, mommy..."

he whimpered out, his hips bucking up to meet your movements. His eyes were glazed over with pleasure, his gaze fixed on your face as you rode him

"Fuckkkk." You threw your head back as your eyes rolled back, "fuck my pussy baby."

Sunoo let out a low growl at your words, his grip on your hips tightening as he lost control. He started to thrust up into you harder and faster, his body desperate to please you.

"Yes, mommy... I'll fuck your pussy... I'll make you feel so good..." he panted, his voice laced with need and determination, you looked down at him and gently pushed his hair out his face "Feels so good baby." You moaned softly

Sunoo's eyes fluttered closed as you pushed his hair out of his face, a soft moan escaping his lips. He looked up at you with a mixture of adoration and desire, his gaze filled with love and devotion.

"I love making you feel good, mommy..."he murmured, his voice strained with effort as he continued to thrust up into you

You squeezing around him and groaned "Fuck who's a good boy?" You asked firmly

His body trembled as you squeezed around him, a strangled moan escaping his lips.

"I-I am, mommy... I'm your good boy..." he whimpered, his voice filled with submission and obedience. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, desperate for your approval and praise

"That's right baby, mommy's good boy so fucking good." I growled snapping your hips forward

His eyes rolled back in pleasure as you snapped your hips forward, a loud moan tearing from his throat. He arched his back, his body shuddering with each powerful thrust.*

"A-ah... yes... so good... your good boy... only yours..." he babbled, completely lost in the pleasure and the feeling of being completely at your mercy*

"Going to cum princess?" You asked, moving you hand to his neck, squeezing just how he like

Sunoo nodded frantically, his eyes pleading and desperate. He looked up at you, his expression a mix of need and submission.

"Y-yes... I'm so close, mommy... please... please let me cum..."he begged, his voice cracking with desperation,

You moved your hip faster and let out a loud moan as he hit your sweet spot "Fuck just like that baby, going to make mommy cum." You moaned to him, you voice sleep shaky as you spoke

Sunoo let out a strangled moan as he felt you tighten around him, his eyes rolling back once again. He tried to hold on, to last longer, but the feeling of your body writhing above him was too much. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

"A-ah... I'm trying... trying so hard, mommy... feels so good... I can't..."he panted, his hips bucking up wildly as he desperately tried to make you cum first

"Cum baby, cum for mommy." You groaned and slammed down on his cock with a cry as you came

His body went rigid as he felt you cum around him, his own orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. He cried out your name, his back arching off the bed as he spilled inside you, his body trembling with the force of his release.*

"Mommy... mommy... oh god..." he gasped, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he rode out his orgasm

You whispered gentle praises and pulled him out of you, feeling his cum drip down you leg as you stood up, to give the sweet boy aftercare

Sunoo panted heavily, his body limp and exhausted as he came down from his high. He watched you with a dazed expression as you stood up, his eyes fixated on the sight of his cum dripping down your leg.

He made a soft, needy sound, wanting nothing more than to pull you back down and hold you close

You cleaned the boy up gently with a wet, warm rug, then threw it in the dirty basket. You laid down next to him and pulled him to you. "I love you, princess." You muttered quietly and kissed his head gently,

Sunoo snuggled into your embrace, wrapping his arms around you tightly and burying his face in your chest. He let out a contented sigh, feeling safe and loved in your arms.

"I love you too, mommy..."

he murmured, his voice soft and sleepy. He closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of being held by you and the gentle kisses you placed on his head

The End

Hope you'll like it. I tried my best, but I won't lie. I almost gave up, but thanks to @victorbutnotreally I didn't, so yeah

Enjoy